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[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Sometimes I almost forget how it all began. Who knows whether it was just chance or if it was fate that we all happened to be in that tavern (what was its name again? the Black Bat ?) that night.\n\nIt must have been mid Elient, since it was only a tenday before Highharvestide as I recall, back (could it really have been that long ago?) in the Year of the Firedrake (713DR).\n\nI can't really remember what brought each of us individually to Hlondeth in general and the Black Bat in particular. I often wonder what different path my life would have taken if I had just decided to spend the evening in a different pub that night... \n\n\nIt is just another night in Hlondeth, the City of Serpents. You find yourself in another forgettable tavern, having a light supper and relaxing by the hearth. The barkeep has announced last call, and the fire is dying down. Only you and three other adventurers, each sitting alone and lost in his own thoughts, are left in the tavern.\n\nYou are just getting ready to pick up and head out into the night when the front door crashes open and a desperate robed figure plunges into the room. He is completely bald and dressed in a fine yellow cassock. There is fresh cut on his scalp, and the blood has run down the left side of his face and stained the collar of his robe crimson.\n\nHe bolts the door then turns wild-eyed to the five of you (including the barkeep) in the room, \"By the gods, please help me! We need light! More light!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: The Into the East OOC thread is here ." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nJumps out of his chair and runs to the old mans side\n \"Whats wrong, what in the nine hell just happened.\"\n\nAeroz grabs a table cloth and tries to bandage the man,\n\n(Heal check, untrained {17})" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill jumps out of his chair and draws his blade while running to the man.\n\"Whats wrong Goodman? How can I help?\"\n\n\"Lithandrill keeps an eye on the door to make sure nothing followed the man." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n\nWottewort extinguishes the last of his rolled-up 'smokin' stick' as the man enters, stomping out the embers under his boot. He doesn't get up but only watches, leaning back in his seat with a cool smile. He speaks with a relaxed drawl, a warm look behind his dark eyes as he watches the elf tend to the intruder's wounds.\n\n\"Whoa there, mon. Slow yaself down now. We can't be helpin' ya if ya don't give us more specifics, right?\"\n\nHe reaches into a pouch and removes a small pick, turning it over in his hands as he turns over his thoughts in his head.\n\n Geez... mon looks desperate. Wonder wot he means by all dis... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Shrugging off Aeroz's assistance, the man shouts, \"You don't understand! We need more light!\"\n\nWith the door bolted, he runs over to the hearth and starts throwing in additional logs. He then takes a small wrapped package out of his robes, and unwraps it by the fire.\n\n\"I have no choice,\" he says more to himself than to any of you, as he lifts a glistening serpentine dagger, turning once again to face the room.\n\n\"We don't want any trouble here,\" cautions the barkeep as he reaches under the bar." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \nLithandrill's gaze leaves the door and follows the man as he pulls a dagger.\n\n\"Now now put the weapon away and we will talk. Why do we need more light? What is it that you ran away from?\"\n\n He needs more light? What can he mean by that? And what is following him? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\"Listen, put the dagger down, now, what do you mean by more light?\"\n\nHe readies himself to tackle the manf.\n\n[OOC: If he tries to lunge at anyone or tries to kill himself, Aeroz readies to grapple the man]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn deep in prayer and soul searching slowly realizes the nature of the interruption. If it is more light the man wants lets see what I can do , he thinks to himself.\n\nSedryn reaches into his pack and pulls out his everburning torch and lantern. Sticking the torch in a nearby holder walks over the fire to light a stick to light the lantern.\n\nOnce finished says, “There, now we have more light, could you tell us what this is all about?” " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The man's scalp continues to bleed as he holds the wavy-edged dagger in two trembling hands. \"She moves in the shadows!\" he gasps.\n\nHis eyes widen as he looks past and behind you. \"She's here!\"\n\nTurning, you see a woman step out of the shadows in the corner of the room. She is slight of build with short, red hair. She wears black leather armor and a black cloak. Though the hood is thrown back, deep shadows make it hard for you to get a good look at her features.\n\nBefore anyone can react, she lifts her hand wordlessly as if to say hello, then she closes her fist. All of the lights in the bar go out simultaneously, including Sedryn's everburning torch and lantern.\n\nThe man screams in the darkness." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "pulls out his rapiers and begins to look around for a torch\n\n\"you, the guy who has the torch, light it!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The magical darkness leaves the entire room in shadows, for humans, elves, and halflings alike.\n\n\nOOC: Please submit two Spot checks each. (You can use the Online Dice Roller in my sig on any other one you prefer. Just be sure to send the result to [email protected] .)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[ i sent you the rolls.]\n\n\"DAMMIT. where the hell is some light!!?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn begins casting a spell saying, \"May Lathander Light our way!\" and completes casting Light.\n\n{OOC - Spots checks emailed, plus an initiave roll (just in case.)}" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Great! I can't see **!\"\n\nLithandrill carefully pokes around him with his blade trying to see if anyone is aproaching him\n\n((OOC: Submited the rolls......damn I throw like *** XD))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn's light spell seems to die, almost as if it was swallowed up by the darkness . A faint glow is all that results.\n\nIn the resulting shadowy illumination, each of you is barely able to make out each other moving in the darkness. None of the vague figures you see seem to be the woman however. The robed man groans in fear. Through the shadows you can see him slashing the air with the kris dagger in desperation.\n\nOnly Aeroz and Sedryn spot the dark cloaked figure of the woman as she rises up behind her target and strikes. The man sags, then collapses to the ground almost silently. The dark figure crouches down over his body and picks something up, her face still cloaked in shadow." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n\nThe halfling fumbles for a moment in the darkness for his everburning torch, only to quickly realize that it is powerless. Returning it to his pack, he produces his rapier and stands poised to strike. He begins slipping back into a corner of the bar, guiding himself with his hand and being careful to move as quietly as possible\n\n If I can't see her, I'll make damn sure she can't see me... \n\n(OOC: Move Silently roll sent plus initiative; just add another 2 to the Move Silently.)\n\n My Character Sheet! " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn rushes over to the fallen man and casting defensively, casts cure moderate wounds on the fallen man.\n\n \"May Lathander renew you to health.\" Intones Sedryn completing his spell.\n\n{OOC - Sedryn sacks Silence to cast CMW 2d8+3\nConcentration +7, DC 17, rolls on the way.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn crouches next to the fallen man and grabs his hand. He is almost face to face with the woman, yet because of the shadows he can not make out her features clearly.\n\nWottworte backs into a corner, weapon ready, while Lithandrill pokes about himself cautiously in the gloom." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\npulls out is two rapiers and moves cautiously, his foot tracing each step before he makes it. He begins to look to the door." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn draws his heavy mace and prepares to defend the fallen man, saying \"Hold and explain yourself, you shall not harm him futher.\" \n\n{OOC - Sedryn readies an action, if she attempts to harm the man or cast a spell, Sedryn will attack with his mace.\n\nProfiler is down right now, when it is back up I will send you the rolls and list my stats.}" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nI keep poking around cautiously and prepare to disarm the woman if I happen to see her.\n\n\"Show yourself Witch Woman\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nOOC: if i can see her outline then ill try for a sneak attack if she trys anything sudden\n\npositions himself at an angle where he can sneak attack if necessary.\n\n\"Come out, come out wherever you are\", aeroz mutters quietly." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n Bloody ingrates... if ya gonna be sneakin' around, best be doin' it quietly... \n\nWottworte remains absolutely still, rapier drawn, waiting for the moment that the woman (or any of these other strange people in the bar) attempts to strike him.\n\n(OOC: Readying action...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The woman's eyes lock with Sedryn's as they face each other across the fallen man's body. For a moment he braces himself for an attack, but instead, she winks and tumbles away into the darkness.\n\nLithandrill continues to poke about the room, bumping into chairs and tables noisily. Wottworte, on the other hand, patiently waits with his back against the wall.\n\nAeroz waits near the door and is rewarded when he sees the woman's form rise up next to the door, unbolting it. He lunges and she cries out as one of his rapiers pierces her side. Then the door opens and she is gone." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"dammit, will someone clear this damn darkness!!, And what in the nine hells was that all about!\"\nsigh* \"well there is no use crying over spilled milk.\"\n\nhe feels around for a chair and then sits down\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Ugh I really have to lay of the booze, this is getting to my heads.\"\n\nHe puts one of the chairs he bumped over up again and sits down.\n\n One moment I am drinking my last bit of ale, the other a man bursts in and is followed by some weird shadow chick. Hell I didn't even get to see if the lass had looks to match that sneaking of her. Well she didn't take out those lights to conceal her stunning beauty I am sure.\nSigh Never a dull moment. \n\n\"A gold piece for the first to tell me what the hell just happened and another one for the one who can get rid of this damned darkness.\"\n\n\"Lithandrill puts his two-hander back in the sheet across his back.\"" }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n\nWottworte hears the door unbolt but stays in place, waiting for the darkness to clear. He doesn't move; he barely breathes.\n\n(OOC: Action still readied...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The darkness dissipates slowly, revealing Wottworte in the corner, Lithandrill and Aeroz sitting quietly as if nothing had happened, and Sedryn kneeling beside the wounded man, tending to him. The bartender, trembling and sweating, puts his loaded crossbow down on the counter and wipes his brow. Bewildered, more than anything else, no one speaks.\n\nHeavy footsteps pound the pavement outside and you hear someone passing by on the street exclaim, \"The Emerald Guard!\" The footsteps stop abruptly, with a jangle of armor and weapons, outside of the tavern and a voice barks, \"Throw down your weapons and come out quietly!\"" }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n Well, dis don't bode well... \n\nWottworte leans his rapier against the wall and against a table, dropping his crossbow and bolts next to it. He moves with a casual natural precision: slow and laid back but incredibly smooth. He steps into the center of the bar and scopes out the group; with his body firmly in the center of the group, the gigantic wart on the tip of his nose becomes more than apparent for the first time.\n\n\"Well, mon, I s'pose we ain't got nuffin' to hide. If'n they comin' in, we best be goin' peaceful-like, eh?\"\n\nHe chuckles a bit--the timing is a bit awkward, but he certainly seems cool about the whole situation.\n\n\"Call me Wottworte--Wottworte Riffleraff. Should we go outside then, mon?\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill unbuckles his sheet and prepares to go outside\n\n\"Well no need to make a fuss about it I guess\"\n\nHe looks at the halfling and his brow lifts slightly at the sight of the wart.\n\n\"Like you said master Halfling, We ain't got nothing to hide. Call me Lithandrill for now.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nOnce the light returns Sedryn examines his patient. \"Are you alright?\" , he asks.\n\n\n Heavy footsteps pound the pavement outside and you hear someone passing by on the street exclaim, \"The Emerald Guard!\" The footsteps stop abruptly, with a jangle of armor and weapons, outside of the tavern and a voice barks, \"Throw down your weapons and come out quietly!\" \n\nOnce Sedryn is sure the man is stable, he places his weapons at the table he left, walks to the door and shouts, \"I am Sedryn priest of Lathander, I am coming out unarmed, I am tending a wounded man so be quick about your questions.\" \n\n{OOC - Heal check ( +8 )on the wounded man, if he needs more healing Sedryn will cast CLW}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz angrily whispers\"Keep quiet! If that witch has allies coming here you dont want to alet them of our presence. Sedryn, was it? Aeroz is the name.\"\n\nstands up and loads his crossbow, preparing for a fight from the oncoming people" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn's \"patient\" is stable but barely conscious, mumbling, \"... the kris... the kris...\"\n\nThe voice from outside gives an ultimatum, \"You have 15 seconds before I start sending in men! One... two... three...\"\n\nThe barkeep is the first out the door. With his hands raised, he exits crying, \"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill walks outside with his sheet in his hand\n\n\"Ah the guards, never there when you need them. Hiowever they always waste your time afterwards.\nFriends, I must disapoint you the criminal already got away, but thanks to our servant of the morning god she did not suceed in her mission. Now thats out of the way I asume we are free to go?\"\n\nLithandrill puts up a roqueish grin and readies to attack anyone who goes hostile on him." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n\nWottworte rolls his eyes as he hears Lithandril's statement outside.\n\n Damned human. Needs to know when to fight and when to lay low. \n\nWottworte follows Lithandril and the barkeep outside, his hands in the air. His loud voice can easily be heard inside the bar as he steps out.\n\n\"All right, mon. We got nuffin' to hide. Do whatcha must, but we ain't did nuffin' wot needs concealin' from the law.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Aeroz, if she had allies they will be gone. She got what she came for, although she would have probably preferred to kill the old man to keep him from talking.\" says Sedryn as he joins the others outside to talk with the guard.\n\nSedryn addressing the guard, \"May I return to my patient? He is stable for now but still needs my care.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nGoes over to Sedryns \"patient\" and retrieves the dagger.\n\n\"The kris, right?\" He asks in an impatient voice \" is this the kris?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lithandrill, Wottworte, and Sedryn face more than a dozen soldiers in half-plate armor.\n\nSix are aiming heavy crossbows. Six others carry lanterns and bared longswords. Three additional men have helmet crests signifying that they are officers; the one with the most elaborate crest is apparently the captain leading the group. All are wearing the deep green livery of the queen's guard; golden embroidered serpents on their tunics glitter in the lantern light.\n\nThe captain asks the barkeep, \"Is that all of them?\"\n\n\"M'lord, I believe there is still one inside, plus a bald man in a yellow robe. The man in yellow is injured as the priest indicated.\"\n\nThe captain's eyes narrow, then he turns to one of his officers, \"Bring out the ambassador's aide. Kill the other one if he resists.\"\n\nOne of the lieutenants leads four soldiers (two with heavy crossbows, two with longswords) into the tavern.\n\n...\n\nAeroz finds no dagger. The wounded man lies with his eyes closed, still mumbling, \"the kris... the kris...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Whats all this about?\"\n\nstands up to face the guards.\n\n\"He was saying something about a Kris.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The soldiers unceremoniously disarm Aeroz and escort him outside. Two of them carry out the wounded man and lay him next to the captain. \"He lives, sir.\"\n\nThe captain frowns when the lieutenant shows him Aeroz's rapier, which still has some blood on it.\n\n\"What happened here?\" he demands." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\"The man came running in here screaming we need more light. Then some woman walks into here, casts some darkness spell, and attacks this guy. I managed to land a hit on her before she left. Then he starts mumbling about some kris\"\n\nA quizical look crosses his face.\n\n\"...What? You think I killed him?\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill shakes his head\n\n\"I assume you are the captain of these guards, sir?\nWell me and my fellow patrons where making ready to leave at this late hour. When suddenly an injured man, closely followed by a woman, enters. The woman must have been some arcane witch since she made our surroundings totally dark in which the woman was able to escape with whatever she came for. It all happened in mere moment if you had showed up a minuted earlier than you did you might have been able to catch her.\"\n\nAll the time Lithandrill keeps grinning it the guards.\n\n\"I see that you lads wear half plates. A bad choice if I might say so, more cumbersome than the full plate, yet it offers less protection. Now Captain if you see no more reason to detain me, I would like to be on my way.\"\n\nSuddenly Lithandrill turns to the elf\n\n\"Why Master Elf if you managed to land a hit, wouldn't there be some kind of trail of blood that these gaurds might be able to follow?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"That man is badly injured had needs care and rest! You should not have moved him.\" Sedryn exclaims. Sedryn moves to the mans side to see if he needs any care.\n\nAddressing the Captain Sedryn says, \"This man drew a serpentine dagger, saying 'she moves in the shadows.' then the woman appeared cast darkness and attacked the man. I rushed to his side and cast a healing spell. Before I could reach him the woman picked something up and then fled. I assume it is the Kris he is mumbling about.\" \n\n \"Why Master Elf if you managed to land a hit, wouldn't there be some kind of trail of blood that these gaurds might be able to follow?\" \n\n \"That is a good thought Captain maybe you should check it out while I finish treating my patient.\" remarks Sedryn." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\noverhearing the remark, Aeroz shouts out \"Perhaps she bandaged it up, or her clothing absorbed most of the blood. Use some common sense, its not like she attacked while in the nude!!!\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill casts a disdainfull look to Aeroz\n\n\"And you know how? If you take into account that it was completely dark it might have been possible, and by no acount you have the evidence to rule out the possibilty\"\n\nHe turns his back on the elf and mutters\n\n\"You don't have to shout arrogant ((ENTER FOUL LANGUAGE HERE. JEEZ THIS A BOARD FOR BABiES?))\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Ok smart guy, we'll see who's right. Do you see any blood outside?\"\n\nAn idea occurs to him.\n\n\"The blood on my rapier, is there any spell that could find who the blood came from?\n\n[OOC: Dennis Leary does not exist in the in game universe, I suggest you modify your post]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain watches as Lithandrill and Aeroz argue.\n\nA litter is brought to the site, and the man in the yellow robe is carried away.\n\nThe captain questions the barkeep, who gesticulates and points to each of you as he tells his story. You can not hear what he says exactly. The captain listens without interrupting, then dismisses the barkeep curtly. The man bows repeatedly as he backs away. He enters his tavern, then closes and locks the door.\n\nThe captain turns to you. \"You four will come with us. Witches out of the shadows you say? Under normal circumstances I would not have lent credence to such tales, but there has been much death this night, so I suppose a \"shadow witch\" is as plausible an explanation as any other. The Inquisitor will want to speak to you himself, I am sure.\"\n\nTo one lieutenant he orders, \"Secure the area. An Investigator will be here shortly.\"\n\nHe and the rest of his troop escorts you toward the center of the city." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert Extraordinaire! \n Well, mon, that certainly don't sound no good... \n\nWottworte doesn't put up a fight as he escorted into town. His ears perk up at the mention of the \"shadow witch,\" and he looks up at the apparent leader of the guards.\n\n\"Eh, mon... much death tonight, ya say? Wouldja mind tellin' a bit more? I be wonderin' if'n I kin be some help to ya...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz reluctantly follows the guards\n\n\"Too fast to be a witch, by my reconing. An assasin maybe...\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain shrugs off any attempts at conversation.\n\nAs you head deeper into the heart of the city, the architecture changes. More and more buildings are made of the renowned green marble that Hlondeth is famous for. Intricate carvings of snakes decorate the walls, and serpentine statues line the rooftops, acting as gargoyles/waterspouts.\n\nYou are headed toward the Emerald Citadel, home of the Queen. The serpentine motifs remind you that the Queen is rumored to be half yuan ti. It seemed ridiculous when you first heard it, but now begins to almost seem plausible.\n\nYou pass through the Inner Gates, but instead of heading into the Citadel, the captain turns left and takes you into a large two story marble building.\n\nYou are escorted to a bare room and you are instructed to wait until you are called for. The captain closes the only door to the room behind him, and you hear a key turn in the lock.\n\nYou have all of your possessions except for your weapons, which were carried by one of the soldiers and have presumably been deposited somewhere in the building.\n\nLooking around the room, you see four green marble walls. Four glowing stones set into the ceiling provide the only light in the room. There is no furniture. The only door is made of reinforced oak. A small window set in the door is shuttered from the outside." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz,Elf Expert \n\n\"Well then, a fine mess I've gotten myself into...\"\n\nmutters to himself the names of his cell mates. He then takes out a silver peice and begins to flip it and catch it, repeatedly. He looks around\n\n\"first one who calls it right gets the coin\"\n\nflips it" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": "Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\nSedryn seeing that the man is being cared for follows the guard without complaint.\n\nUpon reaching the holding area will kneel toward the east and meditate until called." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert Extraordinaire! \n\nWottworte finds the most comfortable place to sit and takes it, leaning back and resting his head against his arms. He removes his thief's tools from his pack and begins fiddling with them nonchalantly. He looks up nonchalantly toward Aeroz as he flips the coin.\n\n\"Heads.\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill sighs and sits againsts the wall and tries to meditate a little\n\n They better not lose my Father's sword " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "As the coin falls, Aeroz catches it. he looks at the coin\n\n\"Sorry, Tails. I keep the coin\" He laughs a little \"better luck next time\"\n\nhe pockets the coin and props himself up against a wall. He nods off." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": "((OOC: What happens to our mounts? I am guessing that they where left at the tavern?))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "An hour or two passes, and Wottworte is seriously considering breaking out of the \"waiting room\" when you finally hear footsteps approach.\n\n\"I would like to talk to the suspects.\"\n\n\"Of course, my lord.\"\n\nKeys rattle in the lock and the door opens. Instead of a squad of soldiers, a pale, gaunt figure wearing a green cloak and carrying a small wooden stool steps into the room. Before the door closes and is locked again, you catch a glimpse of two members of the Emerald Guard who have been silently guarding your door (and possibly eavesdropping) the entire time.\n\nThe man in green looks the four of you over for a few moments before speaking.\n\n\"I am Prozen, one of the Queen's Investigators. I will require a statement from each of you regarding your involvement in the attack on the Thayan ambassador and her retinue this evening...\"\n\nHe reaches into his cloak as he speaks and takes out some parchment and a quill. He then takes a seat on the stool." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill eyes the man who just came in but decides to let his \"cell mates\" do the talking.\n\n I don't like these people, they are all so smug of themselfs while they couldn't even lift my sword let alone my armor. Oh well if you forget about that they are nice enough I guess. Oh wait........didn't he asked for each of our statements? ....I think he did.... \n\nSuddenly Lithandrill jumps up.\n\n\"WHAT?! That guy was a Thayan? As in Thay?! As in red wizards?! Damn......I don't like where this is going, the cleric saved the life of some Thayan Minister......great\"\n\nShaking his head Lithandrill turns to the \"lord\" and repeats the statement he gave to the guards." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn bow to the the Queen's Investigator saying, \"Prozen, I am Sedryn, priest of Lythander. We were all relaxing in the pub each minding their own toughts when the man, the Thayan, burst in, wounded saying 'More light we need more light.' He was excited and agitated. One of the others at the tavern tried to bandage his arm and was brushed off, while the Thayan added wood to the fire. I got out my everburning torch and light my lantern hoping more light would calm him so we could understand what his problem was. Mumbling something about having no choice, he drew a serpentine dagger, saying 'she moves in the shadows.' then a woman came into the tavern, cast darkness and attacked the man. I rushed to his side and cast a healing spell. Before I could reach him the woman picked something up and then fled. I assume it is the Kris he was mumbling about. As the woman fled one of the others wounded her as she went through the door. Before we could follow the guards called for our surrender. I would appreicate an explanation of why we are here and what is going on.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Prozen continues to write as you each tell your version of the incident in the bar, occasionally asking questions to clarify one point or another.\n\nAs he does so, however, he allows one sheet of parchment to fall to the ground in front of you. Since you take turns speaking, each of you gets a chance to read the message:\n\n\n You are in grave danger.\n\nThe Thayan ambassador has been assassinated along with most of her retinue, and a valuable artifact has been stolen. The ambassador was under the protection of the Emerald Guard at the time of her death. There will be a call for the guilty to be found and punished quickly.\n\nYou will no doubt be accused of these murders and will likely be executed within three days (after the formality of a quick \"trial\").\n\nThe ambassador's aide who survived the attack would likely have corroborated your story. Unfortunately, he has apparently died unexpectedly of \"complications\" while in the custody of the Emerald Guard.\n\nThere are powerful forces that oppose any rapprochement between Hlondeth and Thay. Clearly, one of them is behind this act. Apparently, the Emerald Guard has been compromised as well.\n\nThe Queen can not act openly against the Guard, but she can facilitate your escape before you are executed. In return, she requests your assistance in tracking down the true assassins. Once the true assassins are brought to light, perhaps the traitors within the Inner City can be identified as well.\n\nIt is not much of a choice. Life in secret service to the Queen, or death. If you agree to the terms above, nod your head. " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill cuts a little piece of him open on his armor spikes (1 damage?) and uses his nail to write a short message on the back of the paper.\n\n I will help. Where are our weapons? " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter reading the note, Sedryn nods and then says a quiet prayer for his former patient.\n\n{OOC - Did I cast the CLW on the man? Just want to make sure my spell list is correct.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nnods then stands up, then moves next to the man. He whispers quietly \"When?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Prozen continues questioning you as he writes:\n\n\"Be ready shortly before dawn.\"\n\nHe then concludes the \"interrogation\". He tucks his papers away into his robe and picks up his stool. He calls for the guards to open the door, then exits without looking back.\n\nThe door is again closed and locked. You have several hours before daybreak." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Each of you sits silently, hardly acknowledging each others presence...\n\nShortly before dawn you hear a pair of footsteps outside in the hallway.\n\nThere are some mumbled words exchanged between the two newcomers and the guards, then suddenly there is a brief scuffle that ends with two muffled cries.\n\nYou are already on your feet when the door is unlocked and opened. There are two members of the Emerald Guard outside the door, breathing heavily. The original sentries are dead. One soldier is busy switching weapons with the dead guards, in order to make it look like they were killed with their own weapons.\n\nThe other guard points you down the hall. \"Hurry! We can give you a two minute headstart, then we must raise the general alarm. Make for the docks. The Sea Lion leaves at dawn, make sure you are on it. Your weapons are in the next room.\"\n\nRunning, you burst into the indicated room. A third guard lies slain here. Your weapons are piled on a table in the corner.\n\nAfter grabbing your weapons, you retrace your steps out of the Emerald Guard barracks. You pass two more bodies at the door, then you are back on the streets of the Inner City.\n\nYou run for the gates. Thankfully, at this hour there is no one on the streets, but as you approach the main gate, you see four members of the Emerald Guard blocking your way. One raises his hand, indicating that he wants you to stop.\n\n\n\nOOC: The guards are 120 ft away, wearing half plate and carrying ranseurs. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz draws and loads his crossbow\n\n\"Out of our way\"\n\nHe takes aim\n\n[OOC: readying action, if they charge, Aeroz fires]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nUpon seeing the guards Sedryn invokes a prayer, \"May Lathander's Blessing be upon us all.\" Then louder, still moving toward the gaurd, Sedryn says \"Certainly, my good sir how may we assist you?\" Sedryn attempts to move with 30' and then enchant the gaurd leader.\n\n{OOC - Sedryn casts Bless on all of the party, +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves vs fear effects duration 3 minutes. Then if he gets within 30' of the guards he will cast Charm Person on whoever appears to be the leader, Will save DC 13 duration 3 hours.}" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Today we march under the raven and the dragon! ATTACK!\"\n\nLithandrill loses himself in the euporia of battle and charges the nearest guard.\n\nd20+8 to hit. 2d6+4 dmg" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "At Sedryn's words, the leader of the guards seems to hesitate for a moment and almost seems to relax.\n\nUnfortunately, the spell is broken as he sees Aeroz level his crossbow at them and as Lithandrill screams and charges toward him.\n\nThe leader is cut down immediately by Lithandrill's greatsword. The two of the other guards draw their swords, while one turns and runs toward the gatehouse, presumably, to raise an alarm.\n\n\nOOC: Sedryn casts bless as you appoach the guards (surprise round), then casts Charm Person . Aeroz readies an action. Lithandrill disables one of the guards. Awaiting Wottworte's action. \n\nInitiative order:\n\nSedryn: 20 (19+1)\nAeroz: 19 (16+3)\nLithandrill: 14 (15+1)\nWottworte: 11 (3+8)\nEmerald Guards: 9" }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": "(OOC: Whoa, sorry. Valentine's Day weekend and all that.\n\n...I love my fiancée! :D )\n\n Wottworte, Halfling Expert \n\nWottworte frowns when he sees the guards. While the rest of the group seems content to either cast spells or rush into combat, he hangs back, waiting for a tactical opening. He draws his rapier slowly and maneuvers to get into a position to use it..." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn will shift 5' toward the gate house and casting defensively DC 17 (if anyone is near him), summon a Celestial Badger and place it between the gaurd and the gate house.\n\n{OOC - Summon Monster I, full round action, range 30', duration 3 rounds\n\nCelestial Badger\nHP:6\nMove: 30\nAC: 15\nAttack: Claw +4 1d2-1\nFull Attack: 2 claws +4 1d2-1, bite -1 1d3-1\nSpecial: Rage - if the badger takes damage he flies into a rage +4 STR, +4 CON, -2 AC. Rage lasts until the badger or the opponent are dead. Badger can't voluntarily end the rage.\n\nSmite Evil 1/day +1 damage\nDarkvision 60'\nCold, Acid, Electricity Resistance 5\nSpell resistance 6}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: Aeroz scraps the readying action bit.]\n\nAeroz Fires the crossbow at the guard near the guardhouse\n\nFor hit: d20+5\n\nDamage: 1d8+3" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": "[color=Red][ Lithandrill /color]\n\nLithandrill takes a steptowards the next opponent and once again slashes him with his blade." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The guard running toward the gatehouse skids to a stop in surprise when a small silver haired badger suddenly appears in his tracks.\n\nThe guard is about to thrust the badger with his ranseur when Aeroz's crossbow bolt catches him between the shoulder blades. He arches his back and cries out in surprise and pain.\n\nAs Lithandrill closes on the two remaining guards, one thrusts towards him with his ranseur. Ducking under the thrust, Lithandrill slashes upward, drawing blood.\n\nThe wounded guard steps back and both he and his partner jab their ranseurs at Lithandrill. Lithandrill, feels the spearhead of one slip between two plates of armor into his left flank.\n\nThe third guard tries to overrun the small badger, but is driven back by its small, but sharp, teeth and claws.\n\nMeanwhile, Wottworte edges around the outside of the melee and finds himself with his back against the Inner Wall, looking at the backs of the two guards as they try to keep Lithandrill at bay." }, { "author": "The_Oz-Man", "message": " Wottworte, Halfling Expert! \n Perfect. \n\nWottworte holds for a moment, waiting for the opportune opening in which to strike. When he gets the chance, he thrusts the rapier into the back of the nearest and most apparently wounded guard." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn rushes to Lithandrill's side stayinr out of the areas threanted by the guards, and tries to asses the wound. If it appears very he will sack Lesser Restoration to cast CMW, or if it doesn't look to bad he will cast CLW. (If he can't tell he will cast the CMW.)\n\n{OOC - Spot +2, Heal +8, Rolls on the way.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn places his hand on Lithandrill's left shoulder (carefully avoiding any spikes), and the wound on Lithandrill's flank stops bleeding immediately.\n\nMeanwhile, Aeroz has reloaded his crossbow and he shoots the same guard again, disabling him. As the guard drops to his knees, the celestial badger's jaws clamp down on his right wrist and the ranseur clatters to the cobblestones.\n\nReinvigorated, Lithandrill closes with the two remaining guards as they thrust at him. Both ranseurs skid off of his heavy armor as he whirls forward. Lithandrill roars as his greatsword decapitates one guard and then bites deeply into the second's side.\n\nThe guard grimaces and falls back, attempting to stab Lithandrill one more time, only to be run through by Wottworte, who had snuck up behind the melee.\n\nWith all of the guards either slain or disabled, nothing stands between you and the old town beyond the Inner Wall.\n\n\n\nOOC: Sedryn judges the wound to be mild and casts CLW on Lithandrill. Aeroz reloads and fires his crossbow. Lithandrill finishes off the wounded guard and then hits the second guard. Wottworte sneak attacks (failed critical) the second guard, disabling him. Final result: one guard slain, three guards disabled or dying." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I was hoping to charm our way past them. Oh well.\" reflects Sedryn\n\nSedryn dismisses the badger and quickly asseses the wounded. If any seem in imediated danger of dying he will cast Cure Minor Wounds (1 point) before continuing to the ship." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill lies the dead guard against a wall and lies his ranseur next to him\n\n\"You where a worthy opponent may your afterlife be peacefull\"\n\nHe finishes with a prayer in draconic.\"\n\n\"Now lets get out of here before more of them arrive!\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Good thinking\"\n\nAeroz heads to the guard tower to see if there is a lever ot open the gate" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The main gate was barred shut, but the four of you are able to removed the iron-reinforced oak beam without too much difficulty.\n\nYou open the gate slightly and slip out. Behind you, you can hear the alarm being raised. Your escape has been discovered. However, since the gate guards were dispatched quickly, you have several minutes headstart.\n\nA lightening of the sky in the east reminds you that dawn will soon break. The docks are downhill mostly from the Inner City, but it will still be a good 10 to 15 minute run if you plan to head straight there to look for the Sea Lion .\n\n\n\nOOC: Please check the OOC thread when you get a chance. " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nUpon hearing the alarm Sedryn heads as quickly as he can for the ship.\n\n{OOC - How many Cure Minor Wounds did I cast to stablize the guards?}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz also makes a break for it. Looking around every so often to see if they are being followed\n\n[ooc: spot check, 14]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Sedryn make their way through the crooked streets of the Old City down toward the docks. As best they can tell, they don't seem to be being followed. The few people on the streets pay them no mind. Aeroz's eyes dart back and forth, and he occasionally looks behind them, but he sees no sign of pursuit. \n\nYou are more than halfway to the piers when you realize that Wottworte isn't with you. The rasta halfling seems to have peeled off, perhaps deciding that he would be better off alone than in a group.\n\nWhen you arrive at the docks, you see quite a bit of milling around. Crews and loaders are working feverishly to prepare a good score or more ships (varying from small fishing boats to large warships) for departure at daybreak. It doesn't take long for you to find the Sea Lion (a large galley), but as you arrive, you see that its moorings are in the process of being thrown off, and a half dozen longboats are about to begin towing it out into the harbor.\n\nYou are running towards the gangplank, which has not yet been retracted, when a hooded, green cloaked man steps out from behind a pile of crates and raises his hand to halt you." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n What now? \n\nAeroz draws one of his rapiers\n\n\"What do you want with us?\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill comes to a halt just in front of the figure, his greatsword still in his hands. He stands towering above the figure.\n\n\"State your business or step aside man, I don't have much time.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn says to his companions, \"Can we let the man talk? Must your swords do all your thinking for you?\" His exasperation showing over the unnecessary death of the guard.\n\nAddressing the green cloaked man, \"How can we help you, as you can see we have a ship to catch.\" pausing to hear what the man has to say." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The man lowers his hood, revealing his pale, gaunt face. It is Prozen, the Queen's Investigator.\n\n\"You've arrived just in time. Where is the halfling?\"\n\nWhen you explain that Wottworte seems to have gone his own way, Prozen shakes his head grimly. \"Well, let us hope that Yondalla watches over him. I suspect he seriously underestimates the danger he is in.\"\n\nAs he says this, he seems to be reminded of the urgency of the situation.\n\n\"The good news is that the Emerald Guard has no jurisdiction outside of Hlondeth, but on the other hand, the Queen's aegis will not extend across the sea either. You three will be on your own in a sense; yet, I think you will be safer across the sea than you would be if you stayed in Hlondeth.\n\n\"Having said this, you will still have many enemies. A bounty will no doubt be placed on your heads as \"escaped assassins of a Thayan ambassador\". Thay has spies everywhere. No doubt they will be on the lookout for you here and in the East.\n\nHis voice drops to a whisper, \"The assassin you saw was a shadow walker. She and her team will no doubt be returning to Telflamm with the kris knife.\n\n\"The kris is an artifact created centuries ago by a necromancer from the Vilhon Reach named Sethra. It has great power and, in the wrong hands, could seriously compromise the chances of peace between Hlondeth and Thay. No doubt this is why the traitors in the Emerald Guard have allied with the Shadowmasters of Telflamm.\n\n\"Intercept the assassins before they reach Telflamm or track them down there. Avoid capture, rescue the kris and return it to Hlondeth and you will be pardoned and richly rewarded.\n\n\"Thay and Telflamm have their spies, but so do I. My agents will have their eyes on you. They can not afford to act openly to assist you, but they will report back to me on your activities. I trust that you will not disappoint me.\n\n\"I have arranged passage for you to Velprintalar, capital of Aglarond. After that you will have to make your way to Telflamm as best you can. Best of luck, for both your sake and the Queen's...\"\n\nProzen turns his back on you and vanishes into the crowd.\n\nYou are able to get on board just as the Sea Lion pulls away from the dock. Once the galley enters deeper water, the slaves begin to pull on their oars, and you head out toward the rising sun.\n\n\n\nOOC: The sea voyage will be an opportunity to gather some information IC and to \"roleplay\" a little. If you need any OOC clarification about anything in Prozen's little speech, PM me or post the question in the OOC thread. " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n \"Intercept the assassins before they reach Telflamm or track them down there. Avoid capture, rescue the kris and return it to Hlondeth and you will be pardoned and richly rewarded. \n\n \"Is that all?\" comments Sedryn.\n\n\n \"Thay and Telflamm have their spies, but so do I. My agents will have their eyes on you. They can not afford to act openly to assist you, but they will report back to me on your activities. I trust that you will not disappoint me. \n\n \"Prozen, how will we know them? Is there a password? Is there a way we might get a message to you if needed?\" Sedryn asks.\n\n\n \"I have arranged passage for you to Velprintalar, capital of Aglarond. After that you will have to make your way to Telflamm as best you can. Best of luck, for both your sake and the Queen's...\" \n\n \"Did you remember our mounts as well?\" Inquires Sedryn after him." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Sedryn, I could really care less if we had a god on our side, I just want out of this place. I have absolutely no desire to be chased across the sea, land or anywhere else. Besides, where are we being taken?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn gets no direct answer to his questions. Prozen ignores them and is gone before he can be pressed on those issues.\n\nHis brusque manner suggests that your welfare is not his highest priority; in fact, you get the distinct feeling that his \"spies\" will hardly be your allies and are more likely going to be his way to make sure you keep your end of the \"bargain.\"\n\nOn a good note, however, as you orient yourself to the galley, you discover that Sedryn's and Lithandrill's warhorses are indeed in the hold, looking uncomfortable along with the other livestock being carried across the Sea of Fallen Stars." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nFor the first time since their escape Lithandrill lets out a long drawn out sigh\n\n\"Pfew we are lucky to have gotten out of there as well as we did.\"\n\nAs Lithandrill finds his horse he is pleasantly suprised.\n\"And there was I, thinking that I had thrown away my money on that horse.\"\n\nHe says his little prayer in draconic." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Well it looks like we are in for a sea voyage. Anybody hurt? I have a few spells left.\" Sedryn states after seeing to his horse and mule." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz looks around to see if he can find anyone to talk to. He turns around to Sedryn and Lithandrill\n\n\"Hey?, Anyone know where this ship is taking us?\"\n\nAeroz slips two of his daggers into his boots, and one into each sleave, leaving the Fifth one on his belt\n\n[OOC: the daggers are now concealed and were put there so that Lithandrill and Sedryn saw him do so. Beisides, where is everyone?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the ship sails into the rising sun toward the open sea, it raises a green and gold banner signifying that the Sea Lion is a sovereign vessel of Hlondeth. The banner snaps in the breeze, pointing the way to the Unapproachable East as the slaves' oars aid the billowing sails.\n\nYou wander the ship, which will be your home for at least a couple of weeks. The elevated fore and aft decks are restricted to crew only. There are several lower slave decks that are off limits as well.\n\nYou have berths in the cargo holds, which is where all of the goods, livestock, and other passengers will spend the trip. There are at least two dozen other travellers on board, including some Theskan merchants and Aglarondan half-elves in addition to a number of adventurer types no doubt heading to the East in search of adventure.\n\nThere is a large cabin that serves as sort of a common room/mess hall, where simple meals are provided for the passengers. Since this is one of the few chambers on board with windows, almost all of the passengers gather here to gossip, trade goods, drink and gamble outside of mealtimes as well. There really is little else to do to break the monotony of the long journey. The \"Lion's Mess\" thus essentially functions as a floating tavern and marketplace for all of you.\n\n\nOOC: This might be a good time for each of you to \"introduce\" yourselves formally to each other and to gather information about some of the places and names mentioned by Prozen. You may even want to discuss if you trust Prozen and whether or not you want to pursue the \"mission\" or not. If there are any special items or goods you need, you might be able to barter or buy them on board as well. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz heads into the Lions mess and gets himself something to drink. He takes a seat where ever he could find one and begins to look around to see if there are any interesting people.\n\n Unless something interesting happens soon, I'll be bored out of my skull. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The mess hall is a large cabin 100 ft long and 40 ft wide, located amidships. Shuttered windows have been thrown open to let in the sunlight and fresh air.\n\nLong tables and benches are bolted to the wooden floor. There are probably at least a dozen people in the mess right now. Merchants and adventurers mostly. They seem harmless enough so that your gaze doesn't linger on any one in particular.\n\nA group of three women enters the mess - a pretty human with a blond ponytail (a sheathed longsword slung across her back marks her as a warrior), a lithe elf with short white hair (she carries only a dagger at her waist), and a tall woman (race indeterminate) wearing a gray cloak, hood up, obscuring her face. Like everyone else on board, they are unarmored. They order some drinks, grab some seats in the corner, and huddle together as they drink and talk." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill too goes into the mess hall and orders a nice cold ale\n\n\"Hmmm some mess heve I gotten myself into\"\nHe laughts at his own bad joke\n\n\"Well this ale and the ones to follow should lighten up the days I spend here, and hell on sea I am going to get sick anyway.\"\n\nWith a big grin he emptied the glass at a draught. Shaking his head he orders the next as he looks over to the women who just entered, after having looked them up his grin turns slightly roqueish\n\n\"Who knows maybe there are some ladies here in need of \"rescue\" on our long lonesome trip.\"\n\nQuickly he shakes of the thought and turns to Aeroz\n\n\"The next drink is on me friend. It looks like we havn't had an chance to properly introduce ourselfs.\nI am Lithandrill Derasi (Translated as He who has a dragon soul or He who respects dragons. It might even be translated into We who is not one of us but is.) of Battledale, Son of Iskand the Valiant.\nAnd who might you be?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter spending the moring in prayer and quiet comtemplation, Sedryn makes his way to the mess.\n\n \"Good morning gentle people\" greets Sedryn as he enters the mess. Spotting his fellow 'secret agents' he sits next to them. \"Hello, since we have not had time for introductions allow me to remedy that. I am Sedryn a preist of Lathander. I was sent by the head of my order to serve the order, I fear this assignment is going to delay the completion of my duty.\" \n\n{OOC - edited typo, 'be' should be 'by'}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz turns to Lithandrill\n\n\"Maybe they will. My name is Aeroz. I come out of Calimport. I used to be part of a small time theives guild. So, preist, what is your mission anyways?\"\n\nHe finishes his drink\n\n\"So you were saying the drinks are on you?\" he says with a sly smirk" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Sitting at a secluded table in the \"bar\", you notice what you think is a human sitting alone. In fact it appears the other patrons are giving wide berth to the table and its occupent. The reason, to gaze upon his face is starttling. If not for the total absence of orcish features, one would swear he was an ugly half-orc. He is missing a good portion of this left ear, the left side of his face is a mass of scar tissue, and his left cheek appears to have been caved in. The right side of his face is more normal, but still is cross hatched with scars and the features are distorted. His eyes, the only relatively normal features on his face, are gey and distant. However, as you meet his gaze from accross the room, you see both lonliness and steel flicker in them for a moment before he turns away, as if to spare your sight from his ugliness.\n\nHe is wearing well-traveled clothes of greens and earthtones and a green hooded cloak. He has a scimitar at his side, a composite longbow propped against the adjacent wall, and a chain resting accross his shoulders." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: I encourage Sedryn, Lithandrill, and Aeroz to get to know each other a little better (since you're stuck with each other for quite a long voyage). Whether you decide to interact with the women or the ugly man is up to you. On the one hand, information and allies could be useful (since you are quite unfamiliar with the East); on the other hand, you probably want to be careful about how much information you share, since enemies could be anywhere. \n\nIn the course of casual conversation, you are able to clarify the ship's itinerary:\n\nThe ship will take a tenday to cross the southern reaches of the Sea of Fallen Stars. It will skirt the pirate-infested islands of The Thousand Swords before docking at Spandeliyon, your first contact with the East. The ship will then move along the northern coast of Aglarond to Ingdal's Arm, Corth, and finally Velprintalar, capital of Aglarond." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz heads to the table where the ladies are.\n'' So...what brought you onto this ship?\" he asks casually,but keeping an eye on what they might do next and keeping his left hand close to his right sleeve, where his hidden dagger was" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Aye good man drinks are on me, now that I don't have to buy a new steeds I have all the money to spare. And besides if we will have to sit on this ship for a week we might as well make it a good one.\"\n\nHe casts a meaningfull glare to the women. And observes Aeroz as he speaks to Sedryn\n\n\"A priest of Lathander you say? And the head of your order? So you are a man of some renown even? I myself do not pray to the morning lord even though I have no love for undead. I however pray to Tempus, the Lord of Battle, and to Bahamut, The king of Dragons.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n \"Maybe they will. My name is Aeroz. I come out of Calimport. I used to be part of a small time theives guild. So, preist, what is your mission anyways?\" \n\n \"That is what I keep asking myself. As is the habit of High Priests their instructions are not always clear. Mine said, \"I would know the mission when I saw it.\" I have spent the morning meditating on wether this endever is 'it' or not, but I still have no clue.\" replies Sedryn.\n\n\n \"A priest of Lathander you say? And the head of your order? So you are a man of some renown even? I myself do not pray to the morning lord even though I have no love for undead. I however pray to Tempus, the Lord of Battle, and to Bahamut, The king of Dragons.\" \n\n \"Lithandrill, I fear I may have mislead you, I was sent by the head of my order to serve Lathander, I have no such prominence. I am glad to hear you have no love of undead, and each man must choose his gods as seems best to him. Do you know anything of the lands that we are heading to?\" Sedryn asks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Frojoe21 \n Aeroz heads to the table where the ladies are.\n'' So...what brought you onto this ship?\" he asks casually,but keeping an eye on what they might do next and keeping his left hand close to his right sleeve, where his hidden dagger was \n \n\n\"Our feet, of course,\" replies the elf with the short white hair. \"What business is it of yours?\" Her light grey eyes flash menacingly.\n\nThe pretty blond human laughs into her drink. The third woman keeps her head down so that her hood obscures her face. She seems to be giggling too." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf \n\nA sarcastic look appears on Aeroz's face, then vanishes quickly\n\n\"Cute...I'm just looking for some conversation. Its been a rough night for me. The rest of the people in the bar look pretty seedey, and you people looked like fairly nice people, so, naturally, I drifted over to this table. May I have a seat?\"\n\nHis hand is still near his sleave, just in case he said something a little rude or offensive." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The cloaked woman laughs aloud then lifts her head. She has bright green eyes and dark chestnut hair. \"Take it easy, Si'rene, your cousin is just making conversation.\"\n\nShe shifts over to make room for you. \"My name is Angela. This is Tiriel, and I can see you've already made a wonderful impression on Si'rene.\"\n\nTiriel, the blond haired fighter, smiles and extends her hand. \"Nice to meet you.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Its a pleasure\" Aeroz Shakes the blond womans hand \"My name is Aeroz. My compainions and I are sitting at the table over there,\" he points to where Lithadrill and Sedryn are seated \"perhaps you would like to join us?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The women look at each other, then shrug. \"Why not?\"\n\nThey pick up their drinks and relocate to your table.\n\n\"So why are you three heading to the Unapproachable East?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Greetings fellow travelers, I am Sedryn, priest of Lathander, Traveling toward moring seeking my fate. Whatever that means, cryptic High Priests. What do you know of the East?\" Sedryn replies." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The three women exchange introductions and settle in with their drinks.\n\n\"Well, the East is a big place Sedryn. What specifically would you like to know about?\" asks Angela.\n\nSi'rene affects a look of sophisticated boredom, but chooses a seat next to Aeroz." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Angela, since we are bound for Velprintalar, tell me of the city and of Aglarond, and Telflamm has always intrigued me and would be glad to hear about there as well. Then you could tell us why you are traveling as well.\" Sedryns says with a smile enjoying the company." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"So, Angela, you called me Si'rene's cousin. Were you implying that we share a race or what? Forgive me, but it sort of annoys me when I am called kin to one that I have never met before. Unless you know something that I dont of course.\" Aeroz says with a sly smile on his face." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel laughs at Aeroz's question and Si'rene just rolls her eyes.\n\nAngela shakes her head, \"No, Master Aeroz, of course I simply meant that you and Si'rene are both obviously children of the Seldarine.\"\n\nShe then responds to Sedryn's questions. \"So it's your first time to the East?\"\n\nShe tells your group about the Aglarondan peninsula and the great Yuirwood at its heart. She mentions the Watchwall and the Umber Marshes to the east that protect Aglarond from the Red Wizards of Thay, even as she acknowledges that the uneasy peace between Thay and Aglarond has lasted longer than anyone originally expected.\n\nSi'rene then jumps in, describing the simmering tensions between the \"civilized\" gray elves (like Si'rene) of the coastal cities of Aglarond and the \"untamed\" wood elves deep in the Yuirwood. She speaks lovingly of the stunning architecture and sophistication of Velprintalar, capital of Aglarond and of the powerful Simbul who rules it.\n\nTiriel speaks up next, mentioning the displaced indigenous humans, who have been driven west to Altumbel, the rocky tip of the Aglarondan peninsula, next to the islands of The Thousand Swords. For a moment you sense a little bit of tension between Tiriel and Si'rene, but it quickly passes as Angela steers the conversation towards Telflamm.\n\nAngela describes Telflamm as an independent principality to the north of Aglarond, over the Dragonjaw mountains. Telflamm is apparently a huge trade center and marks the westernmost end of The Golden Way, the trade route east through the Endless Wastes to the fabled Kara-Tur.\n\n\"We three are just returning from some rest and relaxation in Nimpeth. What about you, Masters Aeroz and Lithandrill? Forgive me, but you hardly seem the types of people that usually associate with priests of Lathander ...\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill orders a round for the entire table before replying. He puts up his most wicked roque grin.\n\n\"Well I am just some adventurer from the Dale lands wanting to try my luck in the east, to be honest I don't know if it will turn out to be a great idea, but hey then again maybe it does. And well as every adventurer knows the most important thing to bring is someone to heal your wounds. And who could do that better than a priest of the Morning Lord ey?\"\n\nLithandrill takes a sip of his drink and continues his story\n\n\"But now that you know who we are and what we do, i'd like to ask why a curious company of three not to frail girls are going to the east?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"You girls are from the East, correct? Perhaps you could point out a good inn. We've had a odd night with very little sleep.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela raises an eyebrow. \"Ah, I see. Looking for adventure in the East? I suppose the East might seem exotic to you, but, for us, Aglarond and Thesk are home. As I mentioned, we are just returning home from a visit to the Vilhon Reach.\"\n\nTiriel adds, \"I suppose the East seems as mysterious to you as Hlondeth, the Vilhon Reach, and the Dalelands seem to us. Ironic is it not?\"\n\n...\n\nSi'rene doesn't answer Aeroz directly, instead addressing Sedryn, \"I think your friend here has had a bit too much to drink. He doesn't seem to be making much sense. Maybe you ought to walk him back to his cabin before he falls overboard looking for an inn ...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Pardon my lack of description, I meant once we get to our destination. And I assure you, my tolerance of alchohol is strong enough.\"\n\nAeroz chuckles a bit, and returns to his drink." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The conversation then turns to the pros and cons of several different inns in Velprintalar.\n\nThe general consensus is that most adventurers make their way to either The Sword and Shield, in the heart of the Foreign Quarter, or The Mermaid and Mirror, near the Quay. There are of course numerous seedier establishments you could choose.\n\nMost local adventurers, like the three women, however, stay in guild houses, located in the Merchants Quarter.\n\nThe best ale and imported spirits, such as jhuild , Rashemi firewine (\"like nothing you've ever had in the West\"), are served at The Boar's Head. The Boar's Head has the reputation of being the \"in\" place to see and be seen and to gather information and exchange gossip." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n Si'rene doesn't answer Aeroz directly, instead addressing Sedryn, \"I think your friend here has had a bit too much to drink. He doesn't seem to be making much sense. Maybe you ought to walk him back to his cabin before he falls overboard looking for an inn ...\" \n\n \"I doubt he is that fuddled and as he said we have had a trying night.\" Sedryn replies.\n\n \"Ladies, I thank you for sharing your tales of your homelands. Could you tell us of any laws or customs that differ from the ones we are used to so that we may not inadvertantly offend? Or of any intrigues we should avoid?\" asks Sedryn." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yet again, the women laugh.\n\n\"Priest of Lathander, you ask extremely challenging questions. We are not so unlike you westerners. Certainly we are not as alien as, say, the Thri-Kreen in the Shining South. For the most part, we are guided by the same principles as in all civilized lands of the free peoples - revere your gods, honor those that came before you, and live and let live.\n\n\"But let me bend that last rule just a bit and ask, what happened last night that was so trying?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Just a little mix up with the emerald guard, nothing more. So, what was the next stop on the boat?\"\n\nAeroz yawns and stands up, \" Man, I'm exhausted, I think ill hit the sack after this drink\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Yes the Elf is right I am tired as well. Besides all the geography talk is making me sleepy. I'll see what it looks like when we get there.\"\n\nLithandrill flips a few gold coins to the bartender and will head for his room if there is notihng more to say.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"They are right it was just a mix up with the city guard, the result of stumbling into an intrigue we knew nothing about, which is why I ask. Well, good night Ladies have a final round on me.\" Sedryn replies as he leaves to get some sleep paying the bartender on his way out.\n\n{OOC - I will be unable to post until Monday. See you then.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well ladies, thank you for your conversation. I think I'll be going to sleep right now\"\n\nAeroz heads to his sleeping area, removes his armor and weapons except for the daggers, puts the equipment as a pillow and goes to sleep." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"The Emerald Guard?\" The women look at you with what seems to be a little more respect. Like most adventurers, they have no great love for \"the establishment\". They actually seem sorry to see you leave.\n\nYou retire to your cabin. You share a single room with four beds (two sets of bunk beds). Obviously, one was meant for Wottworte, but since it is just the three of you, you have one extra unused bed.\n\nBetween the lack of sleep you got the night before and the rocking of the galley, you soon fall fast asleep.\n\nThe night passes uneventfully, but in the morning you find a small package outside your door." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nRubbing the last bit of sleep out of his eyes, Aeroz, spots the package and picks it up. He rattles it a bit* and then opens is, carefully\n\n\n[OOC: * listen check to see whats inside, sending you the roll]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz hears some metallic items rattle inside the package, but the package does not appear to be trapped.\n\nWhen he opens it (cautiously) he finds 4 gold signet rings inside and a note:\n\n\"Dear friends,\n\n\"If you are reading this, then you are already on your way to the East. Please accept these small tokens of thanks for all of your hard work.\n\n\"By the way, I have a friend in Velprintalar named Baran. If you run into him, please give him my regards. Like you, he is a connoiseur of fine wines and can often be found sampling the wares at a tavern called The Boar's Head.\n\n\"I wish you much success on your journey and I hope to see you again soon.\n\n\"Sincerely, P.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"These must be from Prozen\" Aeroz thinks out loud\n\nHe dons his chain shirt, straps his crossbow to his back and slips the rapiers into their sheathes on his belt. He then dons two of the rings and puts the the box with the other two on Lithandill's Bunk\n\nHe then goes to the mess hall for some breakfast and a midmorning drink.\n\n[OOC: he still has the daggers in his sleeves and boots from last night]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The women you met last night appear for breakfast as well. They greet you warmly, then burst out laughing (yet again).\n\nLooking at your armor and weapons, Si'rene smirks, \"Aeroz, is there a dragon loose on the ship that we don't know about?\"\n\nAngela, perhaps more observant that the others, comments, \"Those are some lovely rings master Aeroz. If memory serves, you weren't wearing those last night. You haven't been lightening the purses of any fellow passengers have you?\"\n\nTiriel simply smiles and dives into a large plate of ham and eggs." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill get up and rubs some of the sleep out of his eyes. His common sence tells him that he should probably should don his plate mail, but decides against it. He does however strap his sheath with his massive blade across his back. As soon as he finds the rings and reads the note he throws one of the rings in his pack and places the remaining one where the cleric will probably see it.\n\n\"Somehow I have the feeling jewelery doesn't suit me. Well time for breakfast.\"\n\nLithandrill walked towards the mess hall still alf sleeping and feeling yesterdays ale in his head alittle. He greets Earoz as well as the three ladies.\n\n\"Goodmorning Goodman, Goodmorning Ladies, I trust this night's sleep was a little more rejuvinating than mine?\"\n\nHe orders a simple break fast and a mug of ale." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I doubt that there is a dragon, I'm just the cautious type\" he says with a laugh \"These rings?, oh, they are just from a severance package we just recieved before we came on the ship. When I was rummaging through my stuff, I found them.\"\n\nAeroz, gets himself some eggs and some scotch and sits down for his breakfast." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Aeroz looks around, he realizes that almost everyone else in the mess hall is dressed in simple clothes or, in a few cases, leather armor. With the ever-present threat of shoals, kraken, or storms, most sea-faring passengers have no desire to encumber themselves in metal armor until they are back on solid ground.\n\nThere are two notable exceptions, however. In a far corner, their backs to the wall, are two large men in full plate. Between them sits a young girl. The girl eats her breakfast silently, without enthusiasm. Her \"escorts\" eye the room warily. Their longswords are sheathed, but their hands rest on their pommels.\n\nAeroz is just about to point out them out to his breakfast companions, when shouts can be heard from above coming from the ship's crew. A few passengers point out of one of the mess hall's windows - another ship is closing from the southwest." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz eyes the guards, then his attention is focused on the ship approaching. He carfully checks if he can see the flags on the ship, chuggs down the last of his whiskey, and begins to see how other people are reacting\n\n[OOC: Congrats on the new kid Daring. By the way, have you noticed that our party is fueled by alchohol?]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The ship is a light corsair flying a black flag with a gold stripe. It has likely been closing on the much larger but heavier Sea Lion all morning and now matches the Sea Lion 's course and speed about 100 yards off to starboard.\n\nA couple dozen marines (leather armor, cutlasses, heavy crossbows) stand in formation between two lines of rowers under the black triangular mainsail.\n\nThe captains of the two ships seem to be having an argument.\n\nThe passengers for the most part seem curious rather than concerned. Tiriel voices the question on everyone's mind, \"I wonder what's going on?\" Angela studies the black ship's markings. \"Mulhorandi,\" she announces. The two fighters in plate mail escort the small girl out of the Lion's Mess.\n\nYou hear the captain of the black corsair shout, \"We both know they are on board! Hand them over quietly and there will be no trouble!\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"beg your pardon, who?\" Aeroz asks casually \"By the way, do you know anything of those two men in full plate escorting that girl?\"\n\nAeroz, fumbles with his crossbow, loading it and resiting it on his knee, under the table when he sits down again.\n\n[OOC: If anyone charges for Aeroz, he will fire first." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill hears the captains fighting and desides to \"help out\". He walks updeck and draws his Longbow and a sly smirk draws across his face\n\n\"I don't know what you want Sir, but I do know that you are not going to get it while Lithandrill Elanor of Battle Dale still draws breath. Besides asking nicely isn't to much to ask is it?\"\n\nHe nocks an arrow and fires a warning shot towards the captain. (100 feet should be easy with a compisite longbow)\n\n\"Now Sir I suggest you turn around, or otherwise that ship of yours will sail under my flag before sundown!\"\n\n((If they decide to attack I will open fire and when the ship begins nearing boarding distance I will draw my Greatsword))" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter waking and noticing his companions gone, Sedryn mutters aloud \"Must of have more tired than I thought.\" Sedryn quickly dons his priest robes and as he is about to leave the cabin notices the small box. Quickly examing it and the note, puts on the ring and hides the note in his spell componet pouch, then continues to the deck.\n\nSedryn finds a spot out of the way then facing the raising sun prays and meditates for an hour, then heads to the mess hall when he notices the ship approaching.\n\nSedryn then heads to his cabin to get his weapons and shield. Armor would take to long to put on , he thinks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela notices Aeroz loading his crossbow and asks, \"What are you doing? You're not seriously planning on taking on the entire corsair yourself are you? Hey, where did Lithandrill go?\"\n\nThat question is soon answered when everyone hears Lithandrill's shouted challenge from on deck. The passengers, crowded around the windows facing the black ship, gasp when an arrow hisses across the 300 ft between the ships and sticks into a beam not too far from the corsair's captain.\n\nThe 24 Mulhorandi marines kneel and take aim with their crossbows, but their captain raises a hand and orders them to hold their fire.\n\nMeanwhile, everyone in the mess hall can hear frantic footsteps from the Sea Lion's crew, then a commotion as Lithandrill is wrestled to the ground by several members of the Sea Lion 's crew. \"Get that fool below decks!\" the Sea Lion 's captain orders.\n\n\"You have 10 minutes!\" the captain of the black corsair shouts to the Sea Lion 's captain." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"What in the nine hells do you think you are doing man!!!\" he shouts to Lithandrill \"You would have to be a complete idiot to pull something like that!!!\"\n\nHe turns to Angela \"What the hell is going on?\" he asks with a worried tone in his voice" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"I wonder who they are after?\" she replies. \"I don't think this ship can outrun theirs, and this is more of a cargo ship than a military vessel, so I doubt that the crew will be able to outfight the Mulhorandi.\"\n\nSi'rene adds, \"I don't see that the captain of this ship has much choice. He has to give up whomever those Mulhorandi are after. He's probably negotiating for some compensation however.\"\n\nSedryn returns just about the same time that Lithandrill is escorted back into the mess hall, sans weapons, by several crew members. \"Everyone stay down below! No one is allowed on deck!\" one barks.\n\nThe passengers begin to look more concerned. \"Who are they after? What's going on? Why doesn't the captain just give them what they want?\" A few look enviously at Aeroz's armor. Many edge away from the open windows, just in case any shooting starts.\n\nAfter the ten minutes are almost up, the door to the mess hall opens and the Sea Lion 's captain and 6 crewmen armed only with cutlasses enter. \"Where are they?\" he asks." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz Elf Expert \n\nAeroz lowers his crossbow from his knee under the table.\n\n\"Where are who captain?\" Aeroz asks in an ususpecting voice." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill shakes his head\n\n\"My my have people lost their spirits now aday? Very well, let them die they can count me out.\"\n\nAs soon as the 7 people enter he jumps to his feet and mutters to himself.\n\n\"People don't listen to me do they.....\"\n\n((I will defend whom ever the 7 men want to take away, if I can get no weapons I will grab a chair or something else I can hit hard with.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain looks directly at Aeroz. \"The Mulhorandi are looking for three fugitives. The captain of the Amon Ra requests that I turn them over into his custody. Normally, I would be loath to cooperate, but unfortunately the Sea Lion is not a fighting ship. Resistance would only get my crew and many passengers killed I am afraid.\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill, Roque Knight of Battledale \n\n\nLithandrill walks to the Captain and points his finger right between his eyes.\n\n\"Have you got no shame?! No dignity?! No honour!\nHow can you just give away three people to save your own hide?! Three living being?! What if those three people where your wife and children, would you give them away as well? Like a slaver you give away lifes.\"\n\nHe takes a few steps back and stands onto a table.\n\n\"Hear me passagers of the Sea Lion! Even if all of you are afraid to fight. Even if the captain and his sqaudron of Elite marines can't find Courage in their hearths to defend us, I will. Even when you will all cower into the corner and damn other people to save your own life, I WILL BE THERE TO FIGHT FOR YOU! I don't know who those three people are, but I do know that I will rather die protecting them then put my own life above that of others!\n\nHe points at the captain.\n\n\"That man, people, would give away each of your lifes to save his own! Would you willingly look away while he threw three of you into the lions den? IS YOUR LIFE WORTH MORE THAN OTHER?! Well act as you want, but I will die defending those three people, as well as all of you. That I, Lithandril Elanor Of battle dale, Servant of the Holy Dragon, Swear!\"\n\nHe gets of the table and starts looking for something to defend himself with.\n\n\n((Thats Lithandrill from the knightly order of Tempus for you......make your Diplomacy untrained +0 checks, Intimidate +6 or whatever for it.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It never even occurs to Lithandrill that the three of you might be the \"fugitives\" the Mulhorandi are looking for. Aeroz, however, is prepared for that possibility and rests his finger lightly on the trigger of his crossbow just in case.\n\nThe captain addresses Lithandrill. \"Honor and noble speeches are all well and good, but I am responsible for the well-being of my crew and all of the passengers, including you. There is no honor in dying a pointless death or bringing death to the innocent.\"\n\nHe then addresses the gathered passengers in the room. \"This is a matter between Mulhorand and Unther. The girl and her two bodyguards are terrorists and wanted criminals. If you know where they are you would do well to speak up now.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz raises an eyebrow. Thank the gods that wasnt usf \n\nKeeping the crossbow on his knee he asks \"Terrorists?\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": "((Roleplaying reward: Less than zero. Sigh DM's hate fighters. And love rogues bah))\n\n Lithandrill \n\n\"Ok *** this. I'm keping quiet. Honourless dogs. All of you.\"\n\nLithandrill sits down." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn returning from his cabin with his arms and sheild sits in the mess hall unsure as to what action to take. Lathander guide me as to the proper course , Sedryn silently prays.\n\n \"Captain, I do not know where the people they seek are but I am willing to aid in any way I can to defend the ship, crew and passengers.\" offers Sedryn.\n\n{OOC - Sorry I havn't posted, yesterday was nuts.}" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "The disfigured human rises from his isolated table.\n\n\" Good captain, I know a little of the invasion of Unther by Mulhorand. While your guest maybe a terrorist in the eyes of the Mulhorandi, she may also be a rebel fighting for the freedom of her homeland. She may very well be a criminal. But, to pluck someone off a ship in the middle of the high seas seems egregious. I will join the others who have offered help in the defense of the ship and lend my sword to your service.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz Elf expert \n\nSigh \"Well then, I guess I have no choice in the matter. If we go under attack, then I defend the ship...\" He stands up, and rests his crossbow on his shoulder.\n\n\" do you have any place where I can get a clear shot and not get pegged myself?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain's manner softens when the four of you vow to oppose the Mulhorandi. \"Aye. My heart longs to fight as well, but what can we do? Even combined, you adventurers and my crew would still be outnumbered more than two to one.\"\n\nBefore you can work out a plan, shouts and running feet can be heard up on the main deck. The captain, his fighters, and the four of you run topside to find the crew gathered along the port railings, pointing down into the sea.\n\nImprobably, you see a small boat in the water - 10 ft long and 4 ft wide - with oars and a small sail. In the boat are the two armored men, two chests, and a small cloaked figure. The men pull on the oars as wind fills the sail. The boat pulls away, keeping the body of the Sea Lion between it and the Mulhorandi corsair.\n\n\"They threw a box in the water and it turned into a boat!\" exclaims a crewman.\n\nThe captain assesses the situation quickly. \"They'll need a distraction if they are to have any hope of escape.\" He nods to a crewman, and quickly Lithandrill's weapons are returned to him." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Do you keep extra bows or crossbows on the ship? We could fire a barrage of flaming projectiles at them. That should slow her down. Also, we need mages. Ones that could use a sheilding spell to protect the ship to an extent. Sedyn?, do you know of any spells that might delay our attackers?\"\n\nAeroz looks around, \"sorry captain, Its just a sugesstion" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain is not at all offended, and with a word he sends several crewmen down to the armory to retrieve a dozen heavy crossbows, which are made available to any of you who would like one.\n\n\"How can we create the flaming missiles you proposed, master elf?\"\n\nThe Mulhorandi captain sees the activity on the Sea Lion and his marines start to take up defensive positions." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"We can put parchment over the bolts, then light them on fire. If we have anything that could explode, we could use small sachels attached to the bolts. If they come on board, we do need some way to fend them off. I need someone to gather up all the mages and clerics they can find on the ship. If they have ballistae, then we are seriously messed without proper sheilding. Clerics could also provide some protection and healing for the injured men. Its a longshot, but we can pull victory out of this. Everyone who cannot help should get off the ship. there is no need for any lives to be wasted\"\n\n\nHe pauses to think for a second \"The mages could also cast offensive spells" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "The ugly human arms his composite longbow. \" I am a pretty fair shot with a bow. I can launch quite a few flamming arrows. If need be, I can also thin out their ranks before they board. Once they board, and if we fire on them they most likely will, I can hold my on in melee.\" " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"What?! now the roque proposes the exact same thing as I do and then all of the sudden its a good idea?\"\n\nLithandrill lets out a long drawn out sigh.\n\n\"May I suggest something similiar to the elves plan?\"\n\nNot waiting for a reply he continues\n\n\"We might be able to pull of a hit and run attack using the flaming arrows Aeroz here proposed. We get in close enough to get a clear shot, fire everything we have on their sails and get the hell out of there. Without their sails and with the confusion that the fire will cause we should be able to outrun them.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "\" A good plan, I would prefer any action that didn't result in unnecessary death. I do have another option, if we get close enough, I may be able to 'convince' the captain to turn back. If I fail, then we could open fire on the sails and sprint away \"\n\n If this works we may minimize bloodshed. If it doesn't we are in no worse situation . " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, ELf Expert \n\n\"If we got too close, that would leave us open for a huge attack. It would be foolish to do so\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I have no direct offensive spells for this situation. I can Bless the entire ships company aiding our efforts and will provide healing to any wounded in the battle.\" Sedryn replies." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Frojoe21 \n Aeroz, ELf Expert \n\n\"If we got too close, that would leave us open for a huge attack. It would be foolish to do so\" \n \n\n \"Perhaps so. Then it is decided, we will start firing at the sails whenever the captain has us in position.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A crewman provides a sheaf of parchment, and crossbows are passed out to the crew. Some fumble with the weapon, showing that some are not very experienced fighters.\n\nThe other passengers mostly stay in the mess or nervously return to their cabins.\n\nThe Mulhorandi observe your preparations and take up their positions, their crossbows ready to fire. The Mulhorandi captain gives your ship one last chance.\n\n\"This is your last chance! Give them up voluntarily or we will take them by force!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Who's got a light?" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": "Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\nSedryn goes to the midpoint of the ship and prepares to cast Bless as soon as the archers are ready to fire.\n\n{OOC -\n\nBless\nEnchantment (Compulsion) [Mind-Affecting]\nLevel: Clr 1, Pal 1\nComponents: V, S, DF\nCasting Time: 1 standard action\nRange: 50 ft.\nArea: The caster and all allies within a 50-ft. burst, centered on the caster\nDuration: 1 min./level\nSaving Throw: None\nSpell Resistance: Yes (harmless)\nBless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\nBless counters and dispels bane.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Hey, does anyone have a candle or something. And where are the mages?\"\n\nAeroz looks around to see if there are any\n\n\"hey, wait, didnt they just leave. There is no reason to fight if we dont have what they want. But still, get ready to fire\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "The disfigured man pulls out a piece of leather and speaks a few arcane words.\n\nAfter this action he knocks an arrow. \" I am ready to fire.\" \n\n((OOC: casts mage armor. 10% chance arcane spell failure))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: The captain of the Mulhorandi vessel obviously is unaware that the girl and her escorts are making a break for it. The question is whether or not you are really committed to creating a \"diversion\" to give the fugitives a better chance of escaping. \n\n\n\nAeroz, Sedryn, Lithandrill, the disfigured man who volunteered to fight, and about 8 crewmembers armed with crossbows are gathered along the starboard deck, taking as much cover as possible. The captain calls for torches, which are lit and passed around along with several sheets of parchment for each crossbowman or archer.\n\nYou face two dozen Mulhorandi marines across 100 yards of water. The Mulhorandi have been able to observe your preparations. They move neither closer, nor farther away. A tense silence falls over both ships. The captain whispers, \"It's a showdown. I wonder who will blink first ...\"\n\n\n\nOOC: The disfigured man successfully casts mage armor. Sedryn blesses the company. " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Captain, we should hold our fire as long as possible, the longer we delay the more time they have to escape.\" Sedryn says and he readies his crossbow." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two ships continue their game of \"chicken\" for several tense minutes, neither side eager to start shooting at each other.\n\nEventually, however, the small boat becomes visible from behind the Sea Lion , the two armored men pulling desperately at their oars to aid the wind filling their sail. The Mulhorandi captain realizes that he has been tricked and, with a shout, he orders his ship to break away in order to circle back around to capture the Untherite fugitives. The black corsair tacks to starboard, pulling away from the Sea Lion ." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "The disfigured man shakes his head. Blast their keen eyes . \n\nHe looks to the captain and the others.\n\n\n\" If we are going to aid in their escape, I suggest we should act now \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In response, the captain lights the parchment wrapped around the head of his crossbow bolt and lets fly toward the Amon Ra .\n\nThe other crewmen likewise fire their flaming crossbow bolts towards the Mulhorandi ship." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn aims his flaming bolt at the main sail and fires.\n\n{Sedryn will continue to fire at the sails, unless someone needs healing, then he will help them. If the ships come within 30' Sedryn will cast heat metal on the crossbows.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz takes aim and fires his flaming bolt at the ship." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill nocks a burning arrow and fires away at the sails." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " \"Well this will definately delay the Mulhorindi ship\" \n\nThe disfigured man lets loose his flamming arrows" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A dozen flaming missiles hiss as they arc toward the Amon Ra .\n\nA few bolts fly wide or are undershot, but several missiles hit the sail, including one from each of you. The fire from Sedryn's and Lithandrill's shots snuff out upon contact with the heavy canvas of the sail, but Aeroz's bolt and the disfigured man's arrow smolder, and small flames can be seen where they (and a few other bolts) have landed.\n\nA flurry of crossbow bolts are sent back in reply. The Mulhorandi marines are not aiming at the Sea Lion's sails however ...\n\nSedryn ducks behind a post as two bolts narrowly miss him, thudding into the deck. A third bolt glances off of Aeroz's armor.\n\nLithandrill watches as a bolt sails over his head, sticking into a post behind him, but then he grimaces as a second bolt catches him in the thigh.\n\nThe disfigured man calmly nocks another arrow as two bolts whistle past him.\n\nOne crewman is killed outright when a crossbow bolt strikes him in the neck. Another crewman is injured by a bolt creasing his shoulder. The rest duck down behind cover as they work to reload their crossbows.\n\n\n\nOOC: The boats are two range increments from each other (-4 to hit). The fighters on the Sea Lion take as much cover as possible (+4 AC). Lithandrill takes 7 points of damage (current HP 16). One crewman is killed. One crewman is injured. " }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Well, so much for avoiding bloodshed. \n\nThe disfigured man adjusts his aim slightly and lets loose an arrow." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz reloads his crossbow, and fires again. After the bolt has been fired he turns to the disfigured man.\n\n\"Your a pretty good shot, who are you anyways?\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "The disfigured man smiles, or at least it seems like it might be a smile.\n\n\" Thanks, it appears you have a steady aim also. My name is Boris, Boris the Handsome .\"\n\nAgain, seeming to smile at the irony. \" Noone ever believes that elves have a sense of humor \"\n\n((OOC: Thanks for letting me state my character's name.))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz laughs histerically.\n\n\"Good sir, I am an elf, and I find that incredibly hilarious\"\n\nAeroz reloads his crossbow and aims for his next shot" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the Sea Lion 's crew and the Amon Ra 's soldiers crank their heavy crossbows, the four of you (armed with lighter weapons) send another volley whistling toward the corsair.\n\nAeroz, Sedryn, and Lithandrill hit the sail once again, but only Sedryn's bolt \"catches\". The small, scattered fires on the sail grow slowly as the corsair comes about. A couple of Mulhorandi crewmen start scrambling up the rigging, presumably to beat out the fires.\n\nBoris chooses not to set his next arrow on fire. Instead he adjusts his aim slightly and sends an arrow into the reloading Mulhorandi marines. One is struck in the back by the arrow. The other marines redouble their efforts to reload their weapons." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz fires another flaming bolt at the Amon Ra .\n\n\"Alchohol\" Aeroz Exclaims \"We can do considerably more damage to the ship if we douse the parchment with alchohol before we light it.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " I hope we can slow them down, 24 marines against the likes of us. I am not particularly fond of those odds. Hopefully I can winnow their numbers a bit . \n\nBoris takes aim and fires again." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Hahahaha I love this ***.\"\n\nHe rips the arrow from his tight, knocks another arrow and fires on the marines.\n\n\"Can the formailities people, we can get comfy and think of alcohol after this battle is won.\nHow about we give some supressing fire while the crew fires on the sails?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the black ship moves farther away from the Sea Lion , more shots fall short. Aeroz's flaming bolt lands harmlessly in the sea. Sedryn's, Lithandrill's, and Boris' shots hit the ship but cause no casualties.\n\nAnother shower of Mulhorandi crossbow bolts rains down on the Sea Lion . Two bolts again narrowly miss Sedryn ( thanks be to Lathander! ), and Lithandrill likewise avoids being hit a second time (though there is a gush of blood and searing pain when he rips the crossbow bolt from his thigh).\n\nAeroz and Boris are not as fortunate however. Despite the long range, both are struck by crossbow bolts. Aeroz curses as a bolt pierces his chainmail. Boris doesn't say a word when a bolt creases his shoulder, but his disfigured features might be grimacing (it's hard to tell).\n\nAnother Sea Lion crew member is felled by a crossbow bolt. There are 5 remaining crewmen actively reloading their crossbows. The captain keeps the Sea Lion on course, but does call for some brandy for Aeroz - a crewman runs off in search of some.\n\nTo your surprise, you see Angela and Tiriel appear from below decks. They each pick up a fallen heavy crossbow and start working to reload them. \"Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten us into, gentlemen!\"\n\nThe small fugitive boat continues to move away toward the north.\n\n\n\nOOC: Lithandrill takes another hit point of damage (current HP 15). Aeroz takes 4 points of damage (current HP 8). Boris takes 7 points of damage (current HP 13). The ships are now 3 range increments apart. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Yo, Sedryn, a little help here?\" He turns to the two ladies \"Well, its about time you showed up.\"\n\nAeroz ducks and heads for anyone who has a potion or could heal him" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "\" Ironically captain, if the Mulhorandi capture the small boat, we may be the ones forming a boarding party .\"\n\nSeeing the futility of hitting the marines at this distance, Boris lights an arrow and again adjusts his aim." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the Mulhorandi marines are busy reloading, Aeroz makes his way over to Sedryn, who places one hand on Aeroz's wound. With his other hand, Sedryn pulls out the crossbow bolt, murmuring a blessing as he does so. The crossbow bolt slides out easily, almost without pain. No wound is left behind.\n\nLithandrill ignores his bleeding leg and instead fires an arrow in a graceful arc toward the receding Mulhorandi ship. He is gratified to see one of the marines stagger backward as the arrow pierces his thin leather armor.\n\nMeanwhile Boris lights two arrows on fire and sends them both, in quick succession, hissing toward the Amon Ra 's sails. The first arrow flies wide, but the second catches the sail cleanly, adding more flames for the Mulhorandi to worry about.\n\nIn response, the Mulhorandi captain orders his sailors to drop the sail. This snuffs out the fires, but leaves the black corsair dependent on its oars. The Amon Ra continues to turn about and is now almost 200 yards away, heading in the opposite direction of the Sea Lion.\n\n\n\nOOC: Sedryn casts cure light wounds . Aeroz is fully healed. \n\n\nEDIT: Distance from Sea Lion to Amon Ra corrected from \"400 yards\" to \"200 yards\". The distance is approximately 6 range increments (-12 to hit)." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Boris looks respectfully at the large fighter. \" Very expert shot \"\n\nTo the captain, \" It appears we've slowed them down. Perhaps we can roundevous with the small craft and outrun the corsair \"\n\nWith that Boris lets another arrow fly." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill Flashes a grin to the man\n\n\"You're not to bad yourself. Not bad at all.\"\n\nHe then turns to the two ladies.\n\n\"Finally I was wondering when the brave adventurines would show up....But may I suggest that you listen to...whats his name? Boris. And pick up that small boat and get the hell out of here. Soon we won't have enough crew members to even sail this ship.\"\n\nFireing another shot at the marines, he says a little prayer in Draconic for the fallen marines.\n\n\"Or atleast come up with something to do now, we can outrun them but that small boat can't.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSeeing the increasing distance between the vessels and the sails drop Sedryn decides that helping the wounded would be the most effective action.\n\n \"Who else needs aide?\" Sedryn asks after tending Aeroz.\n\n{OOC - Sedryn will tend whoever calls going to the most wounded first.\n\nDaring Rogue,\nThanks for keeping the battle going I wasn't able to post on Sunday. Sedryn's actions were right on.}" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Upon hearing Sdryn's offer of aide, \" If there are no others in dire need, I could benefit from your healing arts\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, my chainmail is busted. I'll need some meathod of fixing it if its going to be any use to me.\" He goes up to the captain \"Hey, do you have any chainmail or something like that? Mine has this nasty little hole in it that could cause some trouble later on in the future\"\n\nHe reloads his crossbow and waits to see the Amon Re's action, under the sight of the crossbows" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lithandrill's and Boris' last shots fall short of the Amon Ra . The Mulhorandi don't even bother to shoot back at this distance.\n\nSedryn heals Lithandrill's wound, while Boris stoically waits his turn. Two of the Sea Lion 's crewmen are wounded. One is dead. Seeing that the ranged exchange is over for now, Tiriel and Angela tend to the wounded crewmen.\n\nThe captain decides to hold course. \"We've done what we can. I can not risk the lives of my crew further. At least those Untherites have a chance now.\"\n\nAs the Sea Lion continues due east, you watch as the Amon Ra circles around astern to pursue the small fleeing boat.\n\nFor a while, it seems as though the small boat has a chance, thanks to the headstart your diversion gave it. Unfortunately, once the Mulhorandi vessel has cleared the Sea Lion 's wake, it raises its black triangular mainsail again and tacks hard to the north.\n\nYou are too far away (and heading ever farther away) to do anything but watch helplessly as the black ship closes in on the desperate dinghy." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Boris\n\nWatching the scene, Boris shakes his head in dismay. At least we tried, but was the loss of life so futile .\n\nTurning to the others, \" I don't like to fight without knowing the names of those I am fighting with. THe point is now moot, but I would still like to meet your acquaintence. My name is Boris...., Boris the Handsome ,\" Boris pauses when uttering his surname and almost appears to blush.\n\n\" I have already had the pleasure of getting Aeroz's name.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz removes his chain shirt to see what kind of damage was done to it.\n\nHe puts on a regular shirt, removes the bolt from his crossbow and puts it in its case, then fires the empy crossbow and straps it on his back.\n\n\"Well, that was an experience I would rather not like to go through again. I need a drink\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Now that the shooting has stopped, the other passengers spill onto the deck, chattering excitedly and examining the dozens of crossbow bolts that have seemingly sprouted everywhere. More than a few look admiringly (if not somewhat shamefacedly) at those of you who fought.\n\nAngela, Tiriel, and Si'rene (who only showed up after the combat was over) introduce themselves to Boris. Si'rene and Tiriel look a little bit uncomfortable, but Angela looks him directly in the eye and smiles as she exchanges names." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris \n\n\" It is a pleasure to meet you ladies. Don't be ashamed if you don't care to look at my face, I take no offense. In fact, that is why I don't carry a mirror .\"\n\nTurning to Aeroz, \" Did I hear mention of a drink. Well, I am never one to refuse a livation. If you don't mind my company, I would love to join you for a drink or two.\" \n\n((OOC: Did sedryn cure Boris?))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Exper \n\n\" I did say something about a drink, but I never said anything about paying for it\" Aeroz says with a laugh" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris \n\n\" Good point. Well, I will start off by buying the first round, but we may go dry if someone doesn't come to our rescue .\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn introduces himself to Boris as he heals Boris' shoulder wound. The introductions and plans for a round of cold brews are interrupted by cheering from the port side of the deck. Running over, you elbow your way through a small crowd of crewmen and passengers who are watching the unfolding pursuit of the small boat by the Amon Ra .\n\nThough the Amon Ra has finally caught up with the small sailboat, the two heavily armored knights on board have apparently refused to be captured alive. Even from this distance, you can see (and hear) them fighting back with thunderstones and alchemist's fire (the crowd cheers with every explosion) as they simultaneously use their bodies to shield the small cloaked figure huddled at the boat's prow.\n\nInevitably, however, the withering Mulhorandi crossbow fire drives them to their knees. The cheering subsides as one knight finally collapses, pierced by almost a dozen crossbow bolts. The second knight turns, cradles the small figure in his arms (who has also been hit by several crossbow bolts), and without a moment's hesitation dives off of the boat. The weight of his armor ensures that neither he nor the body of the girl will ever be recovered.\n\nThe Amon Ra , now burning and smoking from the effects of the alchemist's fire, lashes the small boat to its side and sends marines over, but there is nothing for them to find but the corpse of the first knight. Even at this distance you can see the agitated movements of the Mulhorandi captain as he directs crewmen in putting out the fires.\n\nAs the tragic scene recedes into the distance, the crew returns to manning the galley and the passengers return to the mess hall or their cabins. The mood is somber, and more than a few muttered curses can be heard.\n\n...\n\nEDIT: This was Sheyra's response (PM'd from Nyna).\n\n Sheyra gasps as the knights begin to throw their thunderstones and alchemist's fire at the Mulhorandi, shaking her head in disbelief and in horror at what she knew would happen next. And when the Mulhorandi opened fire on the knights, she simply stared, horrified as the knights protected the cloaked figure as though it were she. Tears began to fall unnoticed as the first knight collapsed, and she looked away as the second knight grabbed the cloaked figure and jumped into the water so that the Mulhorandi would never know that she had escaped.\n\nI... I can't believe that they... that they sacrificed themselves for me... She knelt there silently, shaking slightly, her head pressed up against the wall underneath the window, tears falling down her face and dripping to the floor unnoticed. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well they put up a good fight. For just two men they put up quite the fight. Its a shame that neither of the three survived. Quite a tragic ending.\"\n\nHe goes to the captain\n\n\"So after this little skirmish, how long will it take to get to the east now? Me and my colleagues are in a hurry to get there.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain responds brusquely, \"I think your friends are waiting for you down below decks in the mess. I'll be sure to let you know when we've arrived in the East, master elf.\"\n\nHe shoulders past you to see to his wounded men. Four crewmen pass by carrying the body of the dead crewman who has been wrapped in a square of canvas. Other crewmen see to clearing the deck of the debris from the short skirmish.\n\nThe sun continues to rise. It is not even midday yet.\n\n\n\nOOC: The trip to the East takes a tenday. This is only the second day you've spent on the ship. You won't need to roleplay the entire trip day by day of course. " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Well I am sure that that captain won't try something like that again soon. He lost quite some crew members and he wrecked his boat.\"\n\nLithandrill moves down to the mess and orders a round of drinks. He turns to Aeroz and slaps him on his back\n\n\"Hahaha I have never seen an elf that had such a thrist for alchohol the first round is on mt friends. On a battle well fought.\"\n\nHe heaves his mug of ale.\n\n\"Cheers!\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter mending Boris' shoulder Sedryn heads over to the Captian and asks, \"Are any of your men wounded that I may tend? Also, I would be honered to say the rights for your dead crewman.\" \n\n{OOC - Sedryn will heal any of the wounded and will hold the funeral tomorrow moring if asked to.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Thank you for your offer, priest. Those women (indicating Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene) are already tending to my wounded men, but we will have a little funeral service at sundown, and I would be honored if you wanted to give Olrik a blessing at that time.\n\n\"In the meantime, you should look after yourself. You look a bit drained. All is under control up here. Thanks again for your assistance.\"\n\nSedryn heads down to the Lion's Mess to join his travelling companions. Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Boris are already well into their second round of drinks, laughing and bragging about previous exploits. There is hardly anyone else in the hall right now, just a few other passengers who also needed a stiff drink after the excitement earlier.\n\nAs he enters the mess hall, Sedryn notices a small figure seated beneath one of the port-facing windows. She is small, you would guess only about 10 or 11 years old, with thick chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail, tied with a yellow ribbon. Her dark eyes look puffy as if she has been crying.\n\nSedryn points her out to the others. Aeroz is amazed to recognize her as the same girl he saw with the armored knights earlier this morning ...\n\nOOC: I think Sedryn is out of level 1 spells for the day. (He cast bless and CLW x 3 during/after the battle.) " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz looks at the girl in amazement. He then looks to his companions.\n\n\"That was the same girl that those men too...\" He stops in mid sentence, realizing something then continuing \"It was a decoy!! A suicide misson!! I bet you it was just to make sure that they thought the girl was dead. Very clever, despite the loss of her two 'assistants'.\"\n\nHe then looks to Sedryn.\n\n\"Perhaps you could comfort her. Your a preist, go tell her that her bodyguards have gone to a better place or something like that.\"\n\n[OOC: The old swicheroo trick. Why didnt I think of that earlier. Man thats good thinking]" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris \n\n[OOC: I am impressed, caught me by surprise]\n\n\" I think someone should approach her. Without her escorts she is defenseless, and obviously she is being sought\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"well I'm no good at that kind of sentiment. Like I said, Sedryn should go. She'll probably listen to him more than she would any of us\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill laughts and orders his next drink\n\n\"Yes I think you are right master elf, each of us three would scare that little girl out of her mind.\"\n\n But then again....I am a knight and if anyone should protect that little girl it will be me. \n\nHe gets up and walks towards the little girl\n\n\"It doesn't look very fun here on your own.....why don't you come and sit with me an my friends over there? I'll buy you something to drink or eat....\"" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " The Girl \n\nThe girl stares off through the window, never noticing the knight's approach until he speaks. She flinches slightly and looks up, then relaxs slightly upon hearing his words. She turns her grey eyes on the knight, and though it she appears to have been crying, her eyes are no longer damp with tears.\n\nShe mumbles something that sounds like acceptance to the knight and stands up slowly, looking one last time out the window as if hoping that one of the knights would rise to the surface and start swimming back to the boat. After a brief moment, she turns back to the knight.\n\n \"You're the man that made speech in the mess hall before the... battle started, aren't you?\" She murmurs quietly, yet with barely a hint of sorrow in her voice, \"Thank you for trying to help us.\" She bows slightly to him, and a tear slips free and begins to make its way down her already tear-stained cheeks, marring her outward composure.\n\n She follows Lithandrill if he goes back to the table and will sit if offered a chair or bench seat or whatever. Otherwise she'll simply stand there near the table, or if Lithandrill doesn't go back she'll stay there until he does. " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": "((O_o the girl is a player? wow...))\n Lithandrill \n\nAs soon as Lithandrill hears the little girls acceptance he lets out a little sigh of relief, and smiles slightly\n\n\"Yes that was me indeed, come then i'll introduce you to my friends.\"\n\nLithandrill walks to the table his eyes darting across the bar for someone paying attention to the girl. As they reach the table he picks up an nearby chair and puts it down for the girl, he throws one more glance into the mess to make sure there is no danger.\n\n\"Well lets start with the elf. His name is Aeroz, don't know much more of him then that he can drink like a demon. Next we have Sedryn, he is an honoured priests of Lathander. Then there is Boris, don't be fooled by his not so pretty face for he is a kind soul.\"\n\nLithandrill grins sheepishly\n\n\"And then you have myself, rogue knight Lithandrill Elanor. And for the rest of this trip your faithfull protector.\"\n\nHe makes a extravagant bow before he sits down.\n\n\"And you might you be Miss?\"" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": "(OOC: :P Yes, the girl is a player. Yep. So... Anyways...)\n\n The Girl \n\nThe girl gracefully takes her seat in the offered chair and nods to each of the people at the table as they are introduced to her. When Lithandrill is finished introducing everyone, including himself, she speaks. \"Nice to meet you all. My name is Sheyra... Sheyra Relik.\" It seems like she added her last name as an afterthought, as though she had forgotten about it.\n\nShe looks directly at Lithandrill, her stare intense. \"So you will be my faithful protector now, will you? You do realize that you may end up like my previous escorts, right? I appreciate your offer, but I can't let anymore people die because of me.\" She closes her eyes as her sorrow threatens to overwhelm her once again. After a moment, she continues. \"Thank you for standing up for us before, I do truly appreciate it.\" She smiles sweetly, though it never breaks through the deep pain in her eyes. She murmurs quietly, as though deep in thought, \"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to get to Telflamm now... Why did this happen to me, Garent? She sighs." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Miss I am sorry for your loss. May Lathander light the way of your valiant knights. I would be honored to say a memorial for your fallen knights. Please let me know how I might aide you.\" Sedryn says sadly, morning the loss of brave and noble men.\n\n{OOC - I agree with the count of 1st level spells.}" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n \"I am very honored to meet you Sheyra. If there is anything I can do to aid you, please don't hesitate to ask .\"\n\nBoris hesitate an instant before asking the next question. \" I do not mean to intrude, but why are the Mulhornadi after you? They claimed you as a criminal and terrrorist, but you seem rather young to have commited such vile acts .\"\n\n \"As to your concern about Telflamm, that happens to be my destination also. You are more than welcome to accompany me.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"You look a little too young to be a terrorist to me. And dont worry about your bodyguards. If you are innocent in this matter, then their sacrifice has not been in vain.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Lithandrill looks around the room, it doesn't look like anyone has really noticed Sheyra's presence. Soon, however, you anticipate that the room will begin to fill up with people looking for their noontime meal." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nLooking to the others, \" As I mentioned I am heading to Telflamm and it also appears the young lady is. By the by, where are you three traveling?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz looks at the people entering the Lions Mess .\n\n\"Perhaps we should take this conversation elsewhere, and avoid people thinking that their is a ghost on this ship. That would be the best idea in this case\"" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n \"Sure, I guess. I certainly don't need people thinking I'm a ghost in addition to thinking I'm a terrorist... She sighs heavily and stands up.\n\n She'll follow the group to wherever they decide to go to talk. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Sedryn seem to ignore Boris' question, but everyone agrees that it might be best to relocate for now.\n\nThe group retreats to Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Sedryn's cabin temporarily for some privacy.\n\nAs you converse with Sheyra, it becomes clear that initial impressions were deceiving. She is clearly older than she first appeared, a teenager rather than a child. It was her small size threw you off at first." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Don't worry Miss, putting my life on the line for young ladies like yourself is what I do for a errr \"living\" \"\n\nLithandrill pokes Sedryn with his elbow and whispers\n\n\"Where are we going actually?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Sheyra, I am pleased to meet you.\" Sedryn says.\n\n\n Lithandrill pokes Sedryn with his elbow and whispers\n\n\"Where are we going actually?\" \n\n \"Lithandrill, you should work on remembering more than where you keep your weapons. We are headed to Velprintalar to retrive some stolen property, and if we cannot reclaim it there, we might need to travel in the direction of Telflamm to finish our task.\" Sedryn replies." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your conversation is interrupted by light knocking at the door.\n\n\"Hey, it's Angela. Are you guys heading over to the Lion's Mess for lunch or what?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz opens the door a crack.\n\n\"Angela, we seem to have a situation here. Keep quiet and take a look at this\" he whispers. Then opening the door a little more, he reveals Sheyra. He then pulls her in, just to make sure that no one saw but her.\n\n\"She was the girl who was supposed to have died with that armored man.\" he whispers again" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela slips into the cabin, her hood down. Her green eyes widen in surprise when Aeroz explains the situation.\n\n\"If it becomes widely known on the ship that she is still alive, I am afraid that word might leak out to the Mulhorandi. People tend to blab, and there might be those who would actively seek to get word to Mulhorand in the hopes of some kind of reward. If the Mulhorandi wanted her badly enough to send a warship after her, they would no doubt pay handsomely to find out she was still alive and free.\"\n\n\"She should probably stay out of sight for the duration of the voyage. Perhaps she should stay with us? I am sure that Si'rene and Tiriel wouldn't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill jumps up\n\n\"Aeroz you can't just trust her like that, If I am to be the meatshield you can atleast be the brainst behind this team!\"\n\nHis eyes narrow to slits and he turns to Angela\n\n\"No I am sure they wouldn't mind, for adventurers you fired precious little arrows in the last battle. I'll be blunt with you I don't trust you. The girl stays here tonight.\"\n\nLithandrill calm down slightly but his hand rests firmly on his blade ready to pull it lose in mere seconds. His gaze doesn't Leave the woman for a second\n\n\"But it is for Sheyra self to decide in the end, I won't force her to stay here, I will just advice against going with this women, for your own and her savety.\"\n\nLithandrill bows to Sheyra and takes a step back. But will still be ready to defend the Girl at all costs. In case of an attack he will show little mercy." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Lithandrill, if you cannot trust anyone, then who are you going to anyways. Besides, how did you trust Boris so easily. For all we know, he could be biding his time, but we do trust him, so we owe that to Angela and her companions at the least. Sure they didnt fire much, but there might be a good reason. And what about prozen? He could be delivering us from one enemies hands to another. And what of Sheyra herself? She could be an assasin as well. Good freinds and allies are hard to come by, so please be a little more trusting in the future. But, if your suspicions are still there feel free to stay with Sheyra to make sure that nothing happens.\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"True trust is shown in the heat of battle, I am a warrior and I saw how Boris fought. That is enough for me to trust him for the time being. As for Sheyra herself, If two knights found is neccesary to protect her I will trust their judgement. Besides if I don't look out for her she has only herself to protect her. Since you won't be much help as I see.\"\n\nLithandrill's voice is calm like making a statement instead of fighting with Aeroz.\n\n\"Oh and Prozen? I don't think anyone here fully trusts him anyway. He just gave us a adventure, I am helping him because I think that it will be fun, if I didn't want to go i'd get of at the next harbor and continue my journey.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I agree, Prozen is not to be fully trusted, and Lithandrill has a point why did the three ladies sit out most of the fight? Aeroz, also has a point about extending trust. Let's hear what the Angela has to say and find out what Sheyra would like to do.\" Sedryn says." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" I can understand anyone's suspicion, trust is not a cheap commodity. I think Sheyra will make the decision with whom she will stay. Luckily, we are on a relatively small ship, so no one who means to take here can go far.\"\n\n\"There are still many questions I am hoping to get an answer. Such as why the Muhorandi authorities want her? Another, if I may ask, who is Prozen ?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela bristles slightly.\n\n\"You should know that most of us on this ship have no great love for either Unther or Mulhorand, so there was not much incentive for any of us to get involved in what looked like a political situation. As I mentioned, even now there probably are passengers aboard who wouldn't hesitate to give up this Untherite girl for a handful of gold coins.\n\n\"Having said that, however, once the bolts started flying, Tiriel and I didn't feel right standing by and doing nothing while the Mulhorandi turned new friends into pincushions. As it happened, your flaming arrows idea seemed to work better than I would have anticipated, and the battle was pretty much over by the time we arrived.\"\n\nHer green eyes flash as she continues, \"I am not insisting that Sheyra stay with me, but I simply suggest that a young girl would probably be more comfortable staying with a group of women than a bunch of hard drinking, impulsive, occasionally boorish men!\"\n\n\"And, who is this Prozen you keep babbling about?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Angela, I apologize if my words offend, We have some expernice with getting mixed up in 'political situations' and therefore,now understand your caution. Prozen is the person that has sent us on our current task to reclaim stolen property.\" Sedryn explains." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n\nAmidst the knocking followed by argument followed by more speaking, a gentle snoring begins resounding throughout the cabin. Sheyra had fallen asleep, somehow maintaining her sitting position, arms comfortable crossed over her waist and her head facing downwards, eyes closed. Her exhaustion from the past couple of weeks, followed by the recent battle and the loss of her escorts, has finally caught up to her.\n\n(OOC: I apologize with the slight delay in my post, but with all the testing that's been going on the past couple of days in school I've been having difficulties staying awake myself, much less making coherent IC posts...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela whispers, \"Well, I guess she's made her choice. But if I find out that any of you men have harmed a hair on her head, you'll have to answer to three pissed off females, got it?\"\n\nShe slips out, closing the door behind her.\n\n...\n\nAt sunset, the slain crewman is buried at sea. Sedryn, as the only priest on board, is invited to say a few words.\n\n...\n\nThe next several days pass quietly and uneventfully. Sheyra keeps a low profile, and Lithandrill often sneaks desserts and sweets back to the cabin for her.\n\nAfter nearly 7 days have passed, you begin to notice a change in the rhythm of the crew's patterns, they seem anxious and excited. Finally, one afternoon, you hear a lookout cry, \"Land, ho!\"\n\nThe Sea Lion will dock in Spandeliyon harbor before sunset. The excitement among the crew and passengers is palpable after over a week at sea with nothing to look at except the waves and the sky.\n\nYou will have one night ashore, then the Sea Lion will continue on to Ingdal's Arm in the morning." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz steps off of the ship and takes a deep breath. Ahh, land, how I've missed you oh so much . he goes to a wall and begins to stretch and try to get his land legs back.\n\nHe then takes a few minutes to look around and see what this place is all about, while trying to not be offensive to any of the people." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nTo the others, \" If you plan to go ashore, do you mind if come along. I am not comfortable in urban settings, and my appearance seems to make my dealings quite ackward.\" " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra sighs. \"I guess I'll have to stay in the cabin while you're gone. I'll catch up on my practice while you're gone, I suppose. Grab me something while you're out, okay?\" She waves farewell, then sits cross-legged on the floor, slipping into a meditative state as she begins her pre-practice rituals." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill leaps ashore and stretches with much comotion and noise.\n\n\"Its great to be back on solid groud! To be honest I don't care much for ships.\"\n\nHe makes a little dance while stretching his legs and then spends the next few minutes getting into his shining fullplate.\n\n\"Sure Boris, I would be honoured to have you with us today. Besides you spend the greater part of the voyage with us anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your first glimpse of the Unapproachable East is, frankly, unimpressive.\n\nSpandeliyon is little more than a fishing village, notable only because it happens to be the westernmost settlement on the peninsula, and therefore the first stop for ships heading into the East and the last stop for ships heading out.\n\nYou arrive on a cold, grey, drizzly late afternoon. The sky is grey, the sea is grey, the rocks are grey, and the low, stone and clapboard buildings, are grey. The port is filled with local fishing boats, but the Sea Lion is the only vessel docked that hails from across the Sea of Fallen Stars.\n\nAlthough it is good to be back on dry land, in no time find yourselves in (you guessed it) what passes for a tavern here in Spandeliyon. There were several choices along the wharf, but in the end you find chose \"The Yellow Mermaid\". The tavern is simple and plain, but seems to be popular with the locals. Most of the other passengers seem to have chosen other, fancier, (and undoubtedly over-priced) pubs that cater more to the \"tourists\" passing through, but those bars just aren't really your style.\n\nAngela and Tiriel have accompanied you, but Si'rene opted to stay on board, making a face and a comment about how pathetic and depressing she finds Spandeliyon. \"I can hardly believe we even consider Spandeliyon part of Aglarond. It's full of little more than fish and humans that stink of fish.\"\n\nThe six of you are the only \"foreigners\" in \"The Yellow Mermaid.\" The locals for the most part seem to ignore you when you enter the main room. A couple of fishermen get up and leave, opening up a table for you to share. \"The Yellow Mermaid\" serves some surprisingly good fish and chips, which you enjoy quite a bit, and some mediocre beer, which you enjoy less. You ask for one order \"to go\" to take back to Sheyra." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n At sunset, the slain crewman is buried at sea. Sedryn, as the only priest on board, is invited to say a few words. \n\nSedryn dresses in his vestments and has a quick chat with the Captain to learn about the crewman, his name and his Diety.\n\n \"We gather today to honor a fallen comrade, who lost his life protecting others from harm..\" begins Sedryn. He continues his service telling stories of the crewmen's life, praising everyone who fought in an effort to delay the Mulhorandi, espesially the fallen crewman, asking Lithander to guide him to his Diety. He concludes with a few words of the sacrafice of the knights and their charge. \"May Lithander light your way and lead them all to redemtion.\" Sedryn concludes just as the sun is setting.\n\n*\n\nSedryn seeks out the Captain. \"Captain might my horse and mule be unloaded so that they might get some exersize? I am sure your crew would not mind one day less of mucking out the hold.\" \n\nSedryn will exersize his horse and mule for a few hours then return them to the ship and meet up with the others at the pub.\n\nAfter spending the evening at the pub Sedryn will return to the ship to spend the night so that Sheyra will not be discovered." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAfter spending a few hours at the pub, Aeroz will head back to the ship for some shuteye. Between the mission of Prozen, the Muldhori attack and the meeting of three rather stubborn women has burned him out.\n\n\"By the gods, I'd never thought that I would be glad sleepin in a cabin on a ship headed to somewhere I have heard so little about. Its going to be a rough few days\"\n\nOnce he gets back to the cabin, he climbs on the top bunk, removes his chainmain, unbelts his his weapons and gets some sleep" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The night passes uneventfully. In the morning, the Sea Lion makes preparations for departure, and last-minute supplies are brought on board. A few hours after sunup, the ship sets sail eastward, along the coast toward the next port.\n\nWhen Aeroz, Sedryn, and Lithandrill return from breakfast, they find a note tucked into the doorframe. They half expect it to be some kind of message from Prozen, but instead they see the following words:\n\n\"I saw her with you. If you don't want them back on her trail, meet me in the bilge at midnight.\"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Damnit whats this? Who wrote this? Aargh so much for my relaxing sea voyage\"\n\nLithandrill rubs his temples and shakes his head\n\n\"Who could have written it.....\"\n\nHe enters the rooms to Check if everything is alright With Sheyra." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": "Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\n \"Lithandrill, I think someone should stay with Sheyra all the time and we should includeAngela and her friends. It is also time we told the Captain. Then we can prepare for our midnight meeting.\" proposes Sedryn." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Perhaps we should know a little more about what we are getting ourselves into. Even though we are supposed to be protecting her, we should know what we are protecting her for. Something doesnt fit right.\"\n\nHe turns to Lithandrill\n\n\"Go fetch Boris and the others. We need a plan.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra is safe, and was completely unaware that a message had been left outside the door.\n\nWhen Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene are updated on the situation, they agree to aid you in any way you ask.\n\nAngela scratches her head. \"After the day of the battle, you've kept Sheyra pretty much out of sight, making it hard to believe someone has discovered her just now. On the other hand, if someone saw her in the mess hall that first day when you three/four took her under your wing, then why would that person wait 7 days before saying anything? Why write this note just as we left Spandeliyon?\"\n\nShe turns to Sheyra, \"And I agree with Aeroz. I would also like to know exactly why you seem to be so popular with so many slimeballs ...\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" I think we need to find out who sent this note and what they want. Obviously, I will aid you in any way possible. I also agree with the others, it would be helpful if we knew more about our ward.\" " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"I don't understand much of it myself......But I do know that I know as little about Sheyra as I know about you four.\"\n\nHe motions to the three women and Boris.\n\n\"Or my two companions for all that matters....\"\n\nLithandrill scratches his head and grins sheepishly\n\n\"All I am trying to say is that even if Sheyra may have dark secrets so may you....or even me. All I know is that us four and Angela, and throgh her the other two women, saw her in that cabin. Thus that puts us on the list of possible traitors......but I somehow don't think that is the problem.\"\n\nOnce again Lithadrill rubs his temples and mutters a few words in Draconic.\n\n\"Boris, you are somewhat a student of the arcane as I understand? Would a wizard....or worse...be able to find Sheyra on this ship? Don't forget that it was a Thayan abassador that was killed, and the red wizards aren't really the most friendly bunch....\"\n\nHis line traces of as he realises that he talekd to much already.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Lithandrill \n Lithandrill \n\n\"Boris, you are somewhat a student of the arcane as I understand? Would a wizard....or worse...be able to find Sheyra on this ship? Don't forget that it was a Thayan abassador that was killed, and the red wizards aren't really the most friendly bunch....\"\n\nHis line traces of as he realises that he talekd to much already.\" \n \n\n Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" Without a doubt. Someone with sufficient skill in the arcane arts can locate and even monitor whomever they want if that person is not likewise sheilded. While not a terrible advanced skill, it is beyond my meager abilites .\"" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n \"I can understand your concerns with my past... However, I really don't know any of you yet, and it is something I would rather not speak of for the time being. Please, you must trust me on this matter, I have done nothing to offend the Mulhorandi other than living in the country that they invaded!\" Sheyra says the last in a more forceful manner than her usual manner of speech, something she rarely does, and folds her arms, making it obvious that she'll say no more on the matter." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\n\"Sheyra, Please do not be upset with us, we do not mean to pry, but any information could be helpful in protecting you and getting you to your destination. As to hardly knowing us there is truth in that for all of us. Let me tell everyone a little about myself. I grew up in a city, the fourth son of a prosperous and pious family. I joined the preisthood of Lathander as my father wished. Serving the temple, and tending to the cities sick and poor was very rewarding, but I began to wonder if I should go out in the world and bring the blessings of Lathander to other people and places. When the High Priest asked for a volunteer for a mission for the Order, I jumped at the chance. As is the habit of High Priests their instructions are not always clear. Mine said, 'I would know the mission when I saw it.' I am still trying to understand my directions. While traveling I stopped at an inn met my fellow cabin mates and was sent on a small errand to retrieve some stolen property. That is my story whose story shall we hear next?\" Sedryn asks." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" You are right Lithandril, I have been pretty mum about my background. I was raised on the edge of a forest, my father was a warden. I have always had an affinity for nature and my father nurished and encouraged it. Unfortunately, when I was younger my family was beset by a group of ruffians. They killed my family and would have done the same to me if not for a group of elves that saved my life. The elves gave me a home and protected me. They further strengthened my hunting talents. It was also from them that I was introduced to the art.\"\n\n\"After a time, I decided I had to leave my forest home. I made it my mission to track down those responsible for my family's death. I have reason to believe that the original ring leader is now part of the Shadowtheives in Telflamm. That is why I journey there.\"\n\n\"If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask, I have nothing to hide.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene briefly tell you a little more about themselves as well. All three live in Velprintalar, travelling about the East on occasion seeking adventure. Tiriel provides the muscle. Si'rene is an excellent archer as well as natural spellcaster. Angela is a \"jack of all trades\" and the \"face\" of the trio. As they mentioned before, they had travelled to the West to check out the fabled vinyards of the Vilhon Reach, but are now on their way home from their little \"vacation\".\n\nAngela points out that there were a few other people in the mess hall who might have seen Sheyra and observed her talking to your group. Given the absence of any other young girls (or teens) on the ship, any person who had a chance to see Sheyra alive after the battle with the Mulhorandi could conceivably have come to the same realization as each of you did.\n\nAngela also counsels against getting the captain involved. \"The more people who are aware of Sheyra's situation, the more dangerous it becomes for her.\" On the other hand, if there is information the captain might have that would be helpful, perhaps it can be obtained without having to explicitly explain that Sheyra is alive.\n\n\nOOC: Nice roleplaying everyone! I like how you are working your backgrounds into the conversation. " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill smiles as he listens to everyones story.\n\n\"Well, now I know your stories it is only fair that I tell you mine in turn. I am the son of a short but fiery relation ship between a human knight and a half elf.\"\n\nLithandrill ponders for a moment\n\n\"Half elf half dragon that is, so i guess that would make me a quarter dragon. But as you can see my elven nor draconic bloodline shows itself on the outside. My father was killed in a battle with Eranox the Warmhearted a red dragon of questionable allignment. My mother tried to instruct me in the arts of the arcane, but some time later the dragon returned to my mother and me and gave me my fathers battle gear as if trying to show me that I should follow the path of a Knight. That encounter gave me the name Elanor, He who is blessed by Dragons. After that I became I knight but the life of a paladin didn't suit me thus I ran of to become the rogue knight I am now. In my search for the Dragon who blessed me I ended up in the tavern where I met my compa.....friends here. Well thats me for you.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz waits for everyone to finish their story before beginning his.\n\n\" I grew up in Calimport. My parents were wizards of some renown and during some experiment when I was a child, I was hit with some nasty amnesia. I spent the next 20 years in a small time theives guild and then when my memory came back, I went back to my parents. They kept pushing me to become a wizard, and I spent another years with them before I left. I went to a nearby tavern, crawled down a whiskey bottle and was stuck there ever since\"\n\nAeroz takes a deep sigh.\n\n[Sorry, had to work that Blazing Saddles quote in there somewhere. I based some elements of the back story off of the Wacko Kid's character. Man that was a funny movie." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the sun sets, no decision has been made on how exactly to handle the requested midnight rendezvous.\n\nAngela, Si'rene, and Tiriel offer their assistance, but the actual decision is going to be left to the rest of you.\n\nThey do make several suggestions however, including:\n\n(1) Ignore the note\n\n(2) Get to the bilge early and set up an ambush (Si'rene's idea)\n\n(3) Confront the person in force and attempt to intimidate him or her\n\n(4) Simply see what the person wants" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" I think our best plan is a combination of these options. I think we sould scout out the meeting area. Before the appointed time, those of us skilled at hiding can preposition ourselves. Then Lilthandrill can meet our mysterious author. He can find out his demands. If the situation gets dicey, then we can aid Lithandril. Or at least one of may be able to follow him to his cabin to continue the 'conversation' if needed or find out if he is in league with anyone else \"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Sounds like a plan, I won't be much help sneaking around anyway. And if need be I we can always subdue our Stalker.\"\n\nLithandrill losens his sword in his sheath.\n\n\"Who will stay behind and make sure that Sheyra isn't sneaked away behind our back while we are away?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I will be happy to stay with Sherya.\" says Sedryn." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" Very well, I suggest we go investigate the bilge to get an idea of the tactical layout \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Boris, Aeroz, and Lithandrill head out to scout out the lower levels of the ship.\n\nYou make their way through the cargo section, then down through the slave galleys, where there are three tiers of slaves pulling at their oars, adding their strength to the wind in the ship's sails. The slaves steal sidelong glances at the three of you, but say nothing under the eyes of the oarmasters. These sections are mostly open to the sky, so there is plenty of light here amidships.\n\nBelow a trapdoor, a narrow staircase leads down into the bilge, the lowest level of the ship.\n\nThe bilge is dark, damp, and rat-infested. You can hear squeaking and skittering as the rats flee from the light when you open the trapdoor.\n\nThere is no real \"floor\" here. The sides of the ship meet the keel in a \"V\" shape. Two narrow catwalks (only three planks wide) run the length of the ship, one along the port wall, the other along the starboard wall. In between the catwalks is water, probably one or two feet deep, that has unavoidably leaked into the ship. At 20 foot intervals, single planks (6 inches wide) run from one side of the ship to the other. The overall effect is like a \"ladder\" laying flat and running from the bow to the stern.\n\nYou've entered close to the rear/stern of the ship. It appears that there is another stairway all the way at the other end of the ship. There are also a smattering of hatches in the ceiling of the bilge, meaning that there are probably too many possibly entrypoints/exits for you to cover all of them.\n\nThere are also no really good hiding places, unless someone is willing to get off of the catwalks and crouch in the water." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "((OOC: Do the stair cases offer a hiding place?))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: One or two people could hide behind each staircase. Though they would be visible to someone actually on the staircase, they would be hidden/concealed from people elsewhere in the bilge." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" Well, there doesn't appear to be any great hiding places. Bad for our original plan, but at least we don't have to worry about an ambush. A stealthy person can hide behind the stairs and the others can meet with the contact. Aeroz, I think amongst us, you are the most adept at hiding.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz takes his place under the stairs a couple of hours before midnight, his crossbow loaded and held ready. Tiriel, Angela, and Si'rene agree to stay out of sight on the level above the bilge, ready to appear if called for. Boris and Lithandrill descend the stairs at midnight for their rendezvous.\n\nThe entire lower deck area is pitch black. Boris and Lithandrill stand, each holding a torch, peering into the darkness of the bilge. Again, they can hear squeaking and skittering, closer now than in the daytime. The rats seem to be staying just out of the reach of the torchlight.\n\nAn occasional drip echoes in the silence. The ship groans gently.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Sheyra and Sedryn wait in their cabin, talking softly. A few minutes after midnight they hear footsteps outside their door, then three crisp knocks ... bang, bang, bang " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra flinches slightly, startled at the knock at the door. She quietly stands up (I assume we were sitting), slipping into a loose fighting stance, while whispering to Sedryn, \"You don't think they're back already, do you?\" She looks a little nervous, but no fear shows on her features. All of her attention is focused on the door." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill is getting quite nervous and slightly paranoid of the moaning ship, the strange letter and the person they have to meet.\n\n\"He's not coming.....You know that if this is a trap we fell for it with open eyes......\"\n\nLithandrill draws his sword, and notices at once that using a 5 foot blade in a confined space isn't all that great.\n\n\"He's not coming....Its a trap......\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"No, I don't think so I think the meeting was a trick. Let's be quiet and hold ourselves ready and let them make the first move.\" Sedryn says quietly, then casts bless as softly as possible, after that he will ready himself to cast a spell when the door is opened." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human, Ranger/Wizard \n\n((OOC: Very sneaky, D.R. I fell for it hook, line, and sinker))\n\nBoris' stomach clenches and his voice is almost caught in his throat when he hears Lithandrall's words. So obvious, how could I have been so easily fooled . \n\n\" If you are right, then both Sedryn and Sherya are in mortal danger. We had better hurry to them.\" \n\nBoris calls out to the others, \" It's a rouse, get back to the cabin \"" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": "((I wasn't really fooled to be honest. Lithandrill however was.))\n\n Lithandrill \n\nBoris' conformation of his fears is enough for Lithandrill to burst up the stairs and dash as fast as he can towards their cabin.\n\n\"By Tempus this blade will taste blood today. Seas of BLOOD!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn blesses himself and Sheyra, and both stand facing the door, alert but calm.\n\n \"Sprekta!\" The bolt slides to the side and the cabin door swings open, untouched by anyone's hands.\n\nThe hallway is dark, but the cabin's lantern is lit. Illuminated in the room's doorway are three individuals dressed all in black, their faces covered. This surprises Sedryn and Sheyra, since they had heard only one set of footsteps approach the door originally.\n\nThe first two figures carry bared shortswords. The third figure stands behind them, carrying no weapons.\n\nThe figure in the back hisses, \"Kill the man. Take the girl alive.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Boris are on their way but won't arrive for at least 4 or 5 rounds. " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n The hallway is dark, but the cabin's lantern is lit. Illuminated in the room's doorway are three individuals dressed all in black, their faces covered. This surprises Sedryn and Sheyra, since they had heard only one set of footsteps approach the door originally.\n\nThe first two figures carry bared shortswords. The third figure stands behind them, carrying no weapons.\n\nThe figure in the back hisses, \"Kill the man. Take the girl alive.\" \n\nSedryn steps back 5' defensivly casts his readied spell Heat Metal ( DC 17 ) on the three men as they enter the cabin. \"Lathander send the suns heat against our foes!\" \n\n{OOC - Bless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nIniative +1\nConcentration +7\n\nHeat Metal - Will DC 14\n\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None}" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nAs lithandrill bursts down the hall he makes a big point of making as much of an uproar as possible without losing time. He knock on doors and the entire trips keeps up a draconic battle chant.\n\n\"If only we are not to late....\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Lithandrill, Boris, and Aeroz charge back towards the cabin, they make as much of an uproar as possible. Behind them sleepy people poke their heads out of doorways wondering what is going on. Angela, Si'rene, and Tiriel follow only a few steps behind, \"What's going on? What do you mean, a ruse?\"\n\n...\n\nThe masked men burst into the room, and immediately assault Sedryn. Thankfully, he had been prepared for the unexpected and is fully armored. His plate mail takes the brunt of their attacks, but one thrust finds its way into a weak spot. Sedryn gasps from the pain.\n\nHe steps back and casts heat metal , but the rogues immediately close and keep the pressure on. Again, Sedryn's armor preserves his life, but it is impossible for him to prevent all of their thrusts from drawing blood.\n\nThe third figure points two fingers at Sedryn and cries out, craikka! Two bolts of light strike Sedryn in the chest. Sedryn stumbles backward under the onslaught of steel and sorcery, but still attempts to shield Sheyra with his body.\n\n\nOOC: Please refer to OOC thread for combat report. " }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris \n Stupid, stupid, stupid. I only hope we are wrong. If we are correct, I hope we are not too late . \n\nBoris runs with all his might, spiked chain grasped firmly in his hands." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn will retreat another 5' step and tries to position himself so he can't be flanked. Then he casts defensively (DC 17) Cure Moderate Wounds, dumping Lesser Restoration. \"Lathander Heal my wounds that I might smite your enemies!\" \n They should be dropping their weapons about now, Sedryn hopes.\n\n{OOC - OUCH!!\n\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nHeat Metal\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None\n\nConcentration +7\n\nCure Moderate Wounds - 2d8+3\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day\n\nMan, I Hate my connection! &>:( I had everything ready to go then the connection dropped and I had to do it all over again.}" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra ignores the rogues, immediately going for the one who appears to be leading them. She tumbles past the rogues towards the sorcerer and will attack him. \"Why won't you Mulhorandi leave me be!?\" \n\n(OOC: Tumble +4, Dodge assigned on the closest rogue to Sheyra, Mobility used if AoO'ed)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn concentrates, focusing and channeling Lathander's divine energy, until it is almost as if he had never been injured in the first place. But the respite is short lived. The rogues close in again, thrusting mercilessly. With pleasure, Sedryn notes that beads of sweat have appeared on their foreheads, and steam is beginning to rise from the hilts of their shortswords. Nevertheless, their combined attacks find new openings in his armor - one thrust pierces his chest, just an inch from his heart.\n\nTo Sedryn's (and the attackers') surprise, rather than cowering up against the wall (as one might assume a defenseless child might), Sheyra plunges into the fray. She nimbly dodges around and in between the two rogues, dives to the ground in a forward tumble, then springs up and plants a spinning heel kick right into the sorceror's solar plexus. The man grunts in surprise, barely keeping his feet. Gasping and unable to cast another spell, he instead draws a dagger from his waist and slashes at Sheyra, but she has already spun away and he hits nothing but air.\n\nOOC: We are halfway through round 3. Lithandrill, Boris, et al. should be arriving in a couple more rounds ... " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n Well the little pixie can look after herself! We might just live long enough for the others to arrive. Sedryn reflects. \"That's it Sherya keep him busy, I got these two!\" encourages Sedryn.\n\nSedryn will shift another 5' step if possible and continues to position himself so he can't be flanked. Then he casts defensively (DC 16) Cure Light Wounds, dumping Protection from Evil. \"Lathander Heal my wounds that I might smite your enemies!\" \n How long are they going to be able to hold those weapons? Sedryn wonders.\n\n{OOC -\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nHeat Metal\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None\n\nConcentration +7\n\nCure Light Wounds - 1d8+3\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day\n\nLet's stick with an effective strategy! Maybe their arms will fall off from hitting me. :P}" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nThe girl twists, easily avoiding the sorcerer's slash, spinning out of the way of the attack. Using the momentum from her spin, she twirls about on one foot gracefully, extending her other leg and whipping it out twice in quick succession as she turns about. She suddenly cuts her momentum after her attacks, facing the sorcerer while standing on one leg, easily maintaining her balance and ready to leap, roll, or twist away from any attack headed her way.\n\n(OOC: Flurry of Blows, +1/+1, +1 added due to bless , Dodge target reassigned to sorcerer)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn retreats once more and again concentrates on healing his wounds. The rogues close in, cornering Sedryn against the wall, and thrust mercilessly, but (thanks be to Lathander) their swords glance off of his armor. He can hear (and smell) their palms sizzle as the hilts of their shortswords heat up. Finally, they can take it no longer and are forced to drop their weapons. Sedryn notes with satisfaction their beet-red blistered hands.\n\nThe sorceror ducks Sheyra's first kick, but she nails him in the temple with her second. His head snaps around, and a trickle of blood runs down the side of his face from the laceration Sheyra has opened on his skull. His eyes narrow, \"You bitch!\" He backpedals out of the room. \"Forget the priest! Get the girl!\"\n\nFrom the deck below, you hear Lithandrill bellowing as he runs. The \"cavalry\" is almost here ..." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra smiles as her blow connects and watches as the man backpedals out of the room. She pushes off of her one foot into a quick charge, dashing at the man and leaping into the air, lashing out at the man with her flying knee strike. \"Don't even try to outrun me! I won't let you Mulhorandi escape, not after what you did to my country!\" Turning the pain of losing her escorts and country into anger, she unleashes her fury upon the injured sorcerer with a cry of rage.\n\n(Charging, +2 to attack rolls, -2 to AC)\n(Dodge: +1 to AC vs. attacks from sorcerer)\n(Bless, grants +1 morale bonus to attack rolls and saving throws vs. fear effects)\n(Unarmed Attack, +5, 1d6 damage)" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n Now we've got them! Sedryn thinks as he watches the swords hit the deck. Hefting his mace Sedryn shouts as he attaches the nearest rogue, \"Surrender or feel Lathander's wrath!\" Sedryn raises his mace and smashes it down on the rogue.\n\n{OOC -\n\nHeavy Mace +3 1d8\n\nIntimidate +1\n\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nHeat Metal\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rogue avoids Sedryn's blow, but in the face of his wrath (and perhaps demoralized by Sedryn's show of divine power) the two rogues beat a hasty retreat.\n\nMeanwhile, Sheyra pursues the sorceror, who now seems to be in full flight. She catches him in the back with her flying knee, and he stumbles forward. Catching his balance, he scrambles away from her, narrowly avoiding a follow up crescent kick, then turns and throws a handful of fine sand into her face, saying simply, \"Sleep.\"\n\nSheyra slumps to the deck, eyes closed. The two rogues, fleeing from Sedryn, pause for a moment to lift her. In a second, her small form is thown over the shoulder of the larger rogue. The smaller rogue turns and draws a small hand crossbow to block any pursuit.\n\nLithandrill, Boris, and Aeroz finally turn the last corner and find themselves 50 ft from the cabin. The smaller rogue is another 20 ft farther down the hallway, covering his compatriots' retreat." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n Our fears were correct, this was a ruse. If they have the girl, we must stop them. \nBoris makes a charge attack at the rouge with his spiked chain.\n\nIniative +2\nTo hit: +6\nDamage: 2d4 +2\n\n\n((OOC: The rouge is 70', charge should cover 60', plus spiked chain has 10' reach. I think that is correct))" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk- Asleep \n\nSheyra easily runs the sorcerer down and connects with her knee, then takes advantage of his lapse in defense to let loose another kick, which the sorcerer manages to avoid. As her leg comes down and she begins to move again, getting ready to make another attack, the sorcerer's sand hits her in the face. She coughs and shudders a little, resisting the effect, but is unable to do so and collapses to the ground from the spell.\n\n(OOC: Blech, hate sleep...)\n(Bless: grants a +1 morale bonus to attack rolls and saves vs. fear effects)" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nAs soon as Lithandrill spots the rogue pick up the girl how makes for a persuit\n\n\"Believe me O' wretched dogs, as soon as I get to you, I will put Bane himself at shame with the ruthless slaughter I will bring to you.\"\n\n((OOC: I will chase after the Rogue at full speed 120ft if I am not mistaking. Well atleast one positive thing about not wearing armour on this boat.\nInit +1\nIntimidate +6 unless you allow to use my strength mod for it in which case it is +9))" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn quickly runs to the door of the cabin and looks down the hall. Chanting \"By Lathander I am a friend to all.\" cast Charm Person on the rogue carring Sheyra. Then he says \"No, this way we can hide her in here!\" motioning to the cabin.\n\n{OOC - Question: Is the spring of the hand crossbow metal? If so wouldn't it have burned through the bow string?\n\nCharm Person - Will DC 13\n\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nHeat Metal\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although the larger rogue is already well down the hallway, he hesitates when Sedryn calls to him. He seems almost prepared to turn back toward the cabin, but then he sees Boris charge toward the smaller rogue, his chain whistling as he whirls it overhead ...\n\nBoris closes in on the smaller rogue as he is drawing his hand crossbow. Before the rogue can raise his hand to fire, Boris' chain slashes him across the upper arm. The rogue steps back and fires at point blank range, striking Boris square in the chest. The bolt unexpectedly ricochets off of Boris' chest with a metallic \"ping\". A small tear in his shirt reveals shiny metal underneath. The rogue drops his crossbow and draws a small dagger from a boot sheath, wincing at the hot metal.\n\nSeeing Boris attack, the larger rogue shakes off the effects of Sedryn's spell and continues to flee with Sheyra on his back, following the sorceror who is already on the stairs on his way to the surface.\n\nLithandrill sprints past the smaller rogue, who manages to slice him in the side as he runs past. Heedless of the injury, Lithandrill closes in on the rogue carrying Sheyra.\n\nAeroz curses, his crossbow raised. He can not get a clean shot at either rogue because of Boris and Lithandrill." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n Now they get here! Just a couple of seconds longer... ah never mind. Sedryn muses.\n\nSedryn advances the 20' to the smaller rogue and attacks, saying to Boris, \"I'll take this one, you're faster help Lithandrill case down the other two!\" \n\n{OOC -\n\nHeavy Mace +3 Attack, 1d8 Damage\n\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nHeat Metal\nRound Metal Temperature Damage\n1 Warm None\n2 Hot 1d4 points\n3–5 Searing 2d4 points\n6 Hot 1d4 points\n7 Warm None\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nSeeing that he can't attack the rogue without being sure that we won't hit Sheyra he slashes away at the legs of the running rogue with the dull side of his blade.\n\n((Trip: Melee touch attack 7 + 2 Strength bonus +3 Charge -2 ac +2 to hit.))" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n \"Just try to keep him alive, we may need information\" \n\nHeeding Sedryn's advice, Boris uses is acrobatic ability to move past the rouge and attempts to chase down the rouge with Sherya. If he can get close enough, within 10', he will attempt a trip attack with his spiked chain. If already tripped due to Lithandrill's attack will then attack with spiked chain.\n\nTumble: +5\nTrip (touch attack): +5" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn steps into the hallway and smashes the smaller rogue with his mace. The rogue is knocked into the hallway wall, allowing Boris to dash past towards the rogue carrying Sheyra.\n\nThe smaller rogue, desperate, tries to grab a hold of Sedryn's mace with one hand and plunges his dagger into Sedryn's forearm with the other.\n\nLithandrill's gambit works, and he is able to knock the larger rogue's feet out from under him. The rogue tumbles forward but manages to roll to his feet. Sheyra's inert body thumps to the floor; she moans and begins to wake. The larger rogue hesitates, considering whether he should pick her back up, but when he looks up and sees the look in Lithandrill's eyes, he decides to leave Sheyra behind and continues to flee up the staircase.\n\nBehind Aeroz, Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene arrive on the scene, ready to fight." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Flee, flee do the deepest realms of the nine hells. One day I will come across that ugly mug of you and give you that pain that I promised.\"\n\nLithandrill takes a small step in a protecting position before Sheyra and in one fluid motion drops his sword and grabs his bow to fire an arrow at the fleeing rogues.\n\n\n((5 ft step to Sheyra, free action\ndraw my long bow, Move action\nOne ranged attack, Standard action +4 to hit 1d8 + 3 damage.))" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSeeing Lithandrill free Sheyra from the fleeing Rogue, Sedryn concentrates on the foe before him saying to his friends, \"The Sorceror is on deck after him and the other Rogue.\" \n\nSedryn swings his mace again at the rogue before him.\n\n{OOC -\n\nHeavy Mace +3 Attack, 1d8 Damage\n\nBless grants Sedryn and Sheyra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nSeeing that Lithandrill has recovered Sherya and well in hand, Boris chases after the rouge and sorcerer. He will attempt to trip whomever he can get within 10' with his spiked chain." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra hits the floor with a thump and moans, waking from her magical slumber from the impact. She shakes her head as she pulls herself up to a sitting position, and looks up at Lithandrill. She blinks, seeing three of him, then shakes her head, trying to focus her vision. \"Ow... what's going on, Lithandrill...?\" \n\n(OOC: Hehe... hit her head, takes a second to refocus, lol)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn continues to menace rogue #1 with his mace. Seeing himself cut off from his partners and essentially surrounded, the rogue drops his dagger and raises his hands in surrender.\n\nBoris runs to the stairway, and whips his spiked chain at the legs of rogue #2. The fleeing rogue manages to leap up to a higher step at the last second, avoiding being tripped.\n\nAt almost the same instant, Lithandrill draws back and fires at rogue #2. His arrow thunks into the railing only inches from the rogue's hand. The rogue jerks his hand away and keeps running up the steps.\n\nAeroz, Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene surround Sedryn's captive who looks anxiously from person to person, hoping for mercy." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human, Ranger/Wizard \n\nBoris, realizing his support is behind him and that Sherya is safe, decides not to follow the rouge and sorcerer to the top deck.\n\nHe walks back to Lithandril and Sherya, \" Shall we see how the others have faired with the other rouge.\" " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nWith a short sigh and a shake of his head Lithandrill offers his hand for Sheyra to get up.\n\n\"Not much going on anymore, Sleepyhead. Seems like you slept through most of the fight.\"\n\nAbsently Lithandrill scratches his head.\n\n\"I wonder they they are going to escape.....Lets ask our rogue buddy there shall we Boris?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Somebody tie him up.\" Sedryn says to his freinds before talking to the rogue. \"Alright, start talking fast! Who are you?, who are your friends?, Where are they now?, and What were you going to do if you managed to take Sheyra?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz grabs some silk rope from Sedryn's gear and quickly ties up the prisoner. The rogue does not resist, but keeps his lips clamped shut and refuses to speak.\n\nThe other rogue and the sorceror have escaped. At first it's not clear where they have gone, but Angela goes topside and then returns with news that the sorceror and the rogue apparently jumped off of the Sea Lion (undoubtedly assisted by feather fall ) into a longboat that quickly rowed away into the night. She could see them in the distance before they were swallowed up by the darkness, but they were too far away for anyone to do anything at that point. Several members of the skeleton night crew were found unconscious, and other sailors are in the process of reviving them right now.\n\nThe captain is up and is making sure that his crew is accounted for and unharmed. He will undoubtedly be down soon to see what has been going on.\n\nThe passengers seem to have mostly stayed in their rooms, likely too afraid to get involved once the combat began." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nBoris looks over the rouges equipment, looking for clues to his association and valuables." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n How could they have known where to find us. There must have be someone on this ship that aided them. \n\nLooking at the uncooperative rouge, perhaps we can get more from honey than we are from vinigar .\n\n\" I don't think we need you tied up, we are not her to hurt you. There is no reason we can't be friends, what do you say friend?\" \n\nWith that, Dirk unties the rouge and chants a few words of power.\n\nDirk casts charm person DC 13" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nStill somewhat groggy, the girl stands to her feet, a little unsteady but managing to keep her balance. She rubs her head. \"I'm gonna have a lump there in the morning...\" She mutters to herself, then shakes her head, attempting to clear her thoughts.\n\nShe looks up in time to see Boris beginning to untie the rogue. She quickly moves over and grabs his arm to stop him (before he begins casting the spell). She whispers to him quietly but forcefully, \"Just what do you think you're doing? He's Mulhorandi, he's lucky we even let him live! Don't you dare let him escape!\" Her eyes flash with an anger quite unlike her usual personality, and her grip on Boris' arm is tighter than neccessary, possibly causing some slight discomfort.\n\n(OOC: She has no idea what Boris is doing untying the rogue... She's not a spellcaster, and doesn't much care anyways. If she knew you were going to use charm person she'd probably stop you, so the outcome would be the same I think. Sheyra does not like Mulhorandi...)" }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill puts a comforting hand on Sheyra's shoulder and pulls her back alittle.\n\n\"Let Boris try whatever he wants to try, that miserable piece of rogue scum has nowhere to go now that his friends have left him to die here.\"\n\nLithandrill winks almost unnoticably at Sheyra and whispers in her ear.\n\n\"And if his little plan doesn't work then I have a few weys of myself to make him talk, and if he doesn't talk, he will be wailing an eternity that he would have. No one sneak behind my back and takes away the one I protect without feeling the wrath of the dragon goddess on him. His life was forfeit the moment he sneaked into that room.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Is anyone wounded? Sheyra are you hurt?\" Sedryn will tend to anyone with wounds. If none are injured he will cast Cure Moderate wounds on himself." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rogue is dressed in black leather armor. He is unarmed as he has already deployed and abandoned his shortsword, hand crossbow, and dagger. His olive complexion and straight black hair confirm Sheyra's suspicion that her attackers were Mulhorandi. He stares at Sedryn in defiance, refusing to answer.\n\nBoris takes over interrogating the rogue, while Sedryn tends to his own wounds. Sheyra is shaken but not hurt. Lithandrill tends to her, as a mother would tend to her child. Aeroz and the others take up positions at either end of the hallway to be sure there are no more surprises tonight.\n\nAt first the rogue recoils from Boris' face with disgust and refuses to answer any questions, but as Boris continues speaking to the rogue, his gentle tone and hypnotic cadences work their magic, and the rogue's tongue loosens.\n\n\n\"Look, all I know is that word came last night that our corsair, the Shu , was supposed to intercept this Hlondethi vessel and retrieve a fugitive.\n\n\"The warlock had us onboard shortly before midnight. There were hardly any sailors on duty, and we were able to row up to your ship in a longboat and board without anyone noticing. Once the warlock had put a few crewmen to sleep, he led us to your door, and ... well, you know the rest.\"\n\nHe shrugs, then he looks down at his hands.\n\n\"Um. Do you think someone could take care of these burns for me? I don't want them to get infected or anything.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human, Ranger/Wizard \n \"Well, he wasn't of much use. But it does confirm we have a spy onboard.\" \n\nLooking to the rouge, \" I guess we should heal him and hand him over to the captain. It would probably be wise to have Sherya stay in another room and we will need to start posting sentry.\" " }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill thinks for a moment and then turns to Boris\n\n\"Do you mind if I interogate this rogue some more myself?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fear appears in the rogue's eyes at he looks from Boris to the hulking Lithandrill.\n\n\"Please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn ducks into the cabin and retrieves his healers kit and the two dropped short swords.\n\n \"No one will hurt you as long as you tell us everything you know.\" reassures Sedryn \"Now let me bandage your hands.\" Sedryn bandages the rogues hands.\n\nSedryn then casts Detect Magic and examines the rogue, then the dropped weapons.\n\n{OOC - Heal +8}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rogue carries nothing that radiates magic. The shortswords are of excellent quality, clearly of Mulhorandi make.\n\nThe rogue's right hand is blistered badly. Sedryn's dressing ensures that his hand will heal quickly.\n\nThe rogue nods appreciatively and continues talking. \"It was just a job, you know. I didn't know we were after a little girl.\" He looks over at Sheyra, \"I wouldn't have taken this assignment if I'd known.\"\n\n\"A whole bunch of Untherite nobles went underground after we liberated their people. I had assumed we were after one of those Untherite insurgents.\n\n\"I guess we must have an agent on board, because someone tipped us off about an Untherite fugitive when you guys were docked in Spandeliyon. We were told that there would be a diversion at midnight, so that we could snatch our target with a minimum fuss.\"\n\nThe rogue begins to look a little bit scared. \"This is a Hlondethi vessel, isn't it? You can't turn me over to them. They're just as bad as the Untherites used to be. They'll kill me as a pirate or, worse, make me one of their slaves and put me to work rowing until I die.\"\n\n\"Hide me. Tell them that I escaped with the others. I can make it worth your while, I swear. Please! I didn't know! You can't condemn me to death or slavery just because I made a mistake!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rogue's pleas are met with stony silence. Eventually, he gives up and hangs his head sullenly.\n\nOnce the situation on deck has been secured, the captain of the Sea Lion descends to the passenger cabins, escorted by a pair of armed sailors.\n\nThe two sailors take custody of the rogue and escort him to the brig.\n\nThe captain remains behind to find out what exactly happened. When you explain the whole incident (and Sheyra's existence), he shakes his head in wonder.\n\n\"I think the less I know about the young lady, the better off I'll be. All I know is that this is the second time my ship and crew have been put into jeopardy over her.\n\n\"We'll be arriving in Ingdal's Arm tomorrow. I know that you've all booked passage to Velprintalar, but now that the Mulhorandi know you're onboard, I am afraid that we will be harassed all the way along the coast.\n\n\"I am going to suggest that the five of you (indicating Aeroz, Lithandrill, Sedryn, Boris, and Sheyra) disembark and make your way to your final destinations on horseback. You'll be sitting ducks if you stay on board.\"\n\nThe captain's tone suggests that this is not really a suggestion. He turns abruptly and climbs back to the top deck to continue securing his ship." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: yay, I am back. woo]\n\n\"Good plan. The only problem is, where can we get horses cheap. I dont have one and I have fairly little pocket money.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human, Ranger/Wizard \n \"The captain has a point, we can expect nights similar to this as long as there is a spy on board. I for one would like to have solid ground beneath my feet again\" \n\nOOC: Welcome back, Frojoe, you were missed." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n \"I don't have a horse either, and I don't really know how to ride all that well...\" She reaches into her pouch and pulls out a handful of gold. Eyeing it for a moment, she puts it back in her pouch. \"I've got a little more than 50... not much, I guess.\" \n\n(OOC: Welcome back, Frojoe!)" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n \"I am going to suggest that the five of you (indicating Aeroz, Lithandrill, Sedryn, Boris, and Sheyra) disembark and make your way to your final destinations on horseback. You'll be sitting ducks if you stay on board.\" \n\n \"Captain, that is a good idea. Now if you would refund the remainder of our passage and our mounts as well, we should be able to continue our journey.\" Sedryn continues, \"You can keep the money for our friend that did not come that should be plenty of profit, since you will be able to take on more passengers at the next port, and Sheyra should get the remainder the her knights passage as well.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Whoa there Sedryn. I agree that Sheyra's bodyguards dying was tragic, but we dont need to push our refunds.\"\n\nHe turns to the captain \"Perhaps we could get the refund for our missing companion. I beleive that it should be enough.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain politely declines to give back any money. After all, he has no way to fill your berths this late into the voyage. He points out the small print on your tickets - no refunds .\n\nThe next day is foggy and rainy. The Sea Lion arrives in Ingdal's Arm with a minimum of fuss. The layover in Ingdal's Arm is scheduled for only a few hours, so most passengers stay on board the Sea Lion or grab a quick drink in a dockside bar while cargo is loaded and unloaded.\n\nAll five of you (Aeroz, Lithandrill, Sedryn, Boris, and Sheyra) wait on board, then at the last minute, dash down the gangplank just before it is retracted (a maneuver that is designed to throw off any spies that might be on board the vessel).\n\nAngela, Tiriel, and Si'rene won't be accompanying your group, because of \"things\" that they have to take care of in Velprintalar. \"Look us up when you make it to the big city!\" Angela calls out with a wave as the Sea Lion pulls away.\n\nThe Sea Lion disappears into the fog in a few minutes, leaving the five of you alone on the docks. You recover your two warhorses among the cargo and other livestock that were just offloaded (as the captain promised).\n\nVelprintalar is many days journey to the east from Ingdal's Arm. It will take even longer if you have to travel on foot. It looks like you'll have to figure out a way to scrape up some quick gold if you want to continue your journey into the Unapproachable East." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandrill looks around and shakes his head\n\n\"This just sucks.....we are in the middle of an unknown land, without money, with a weird girl who we saved more then once and a captain that throws us ofboard without even giving our money back! Hell he didn't even leave us a good bottle of that Scotch......\"\n\nFrustrated Lithandrill kicks a rock as he walks to his warhorse. A little harder then needed he throws his pack at the back of the animal and climbs in the saddle..\n\n\"Guess we will have to make some money before we do anything....\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human, Ranger/Wizard \n \"Well, as I see it we need only enough money for 2 horses. Surely Sherya is small enough that she can ride with another. None the less, we will need to earn some money. I suggest we head to the nearest tavern. Not only can we get a stiff drink, but it is always a good place to pick up work.\" \n\nBoris thinks for a moment. \" There is another option, perhaps we can find the local mercinary guild. If there is a caravan heading to our destination, perhaps we could be hired on as guards.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I dont think travelling in a caravan would be the wisest thing to do. The thing is, I am not to skilled at riding horses. I am not that big and I probably could fit on a horse with someone riding it. And I do agree with boris, we should get something to drink.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The story thus far:\n\n Three adventurers (Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Sedryn) accidentally witness the theft of a powerful artifact from a Thayan diplomatic party. Accused of the murder of the Thayan ambassador, they escape Hlondeth by boat with the assistance of Prozen, one of the Queen's Investigators, who tells them that the true thieves/murderers are part of some sort of conspiracy involving powerful members of the Emerald Guard. In exchange for freedom, they are charged with tracking down the artifact, which is being taken into the Unapproachable East. Their only lead is a contact named Baran, who is to be found in a tavern called The Boar's Head in the capital city of Aglarond, Velprintalar.\n\nEn route to Velprintalar, however, they become involved in another intrigue, this one involving a young woman named Sheyra, who is being pursued (for unclear reasons) by Mulhorandi agents. Also joining the party is a disfigured human named Boris.\n\nThe five members of the party (all strangers to one another a week ago) find themselves prematurely ejected from the sailing vessel that had brought them to the East. They now need to find a way from Ingdal's Arm to Velprintalar (several days ride to the east). \n\n\nIngdal's Arm is named after the curved spit of land that provides shelter for ships in its harbor. The town itself is small and rundown. It appears to have once been a bustling port, but now many buildings and warehouses seem to be empty and/or boarded up.\n\nAs you leave the docks to head into the town proper, you ask some locals for tips on where to stay. They indicate that the Iron Griffon provides clean rooms and decent meals for a reasonable rate.\n\nIt takes you only a short while to locate the inn, marked by a rusting griffon-shaped sheet of metal hanging over the door.\n\nYou stable the horses (who seem glad to be back on solid ground) and take a pair of adjoining rooms, then settle downstairs in the common room for dinner to discuss your options." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Boris, I think your idea of caravan guards is a good one. Aeroz, we are going to have to ride to get to Velprintalar so it just as well be with a caravan. And yes we could all use a drink.\" Sedryn says." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n \"I don't think joining a caravan is a great idea... but let's worry about that later. Right now our main concern is money, right? Do any of us have any skills that could be of use in finding some gold? If not we could always look for the odd job...\n\n\"And yeah, a drink sounds good. I think I'd like some juice, or lacking that I guess water would be fine.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Ummmm, yeah. Juice or water (not making any jokes about Jesus juice or tonic water). I used to work for a theives guild a bit back, but I dont think using my experience from that would be too good of an idea. Also, working at a tavern or inn would not be the best idea. We need something with a relatively high pay, and something we can do for maximum three weeks. We shouldn't stay here any longer than we need to\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nBoris takes a seat in the common area with his companions. He orders his usual ale and ponders their problem.\n\n \"I don't think we have 3 weeks. It will only take time for the Sea Lion to reach the next port and a messeage will be sent to the shadowing Muhorondi craft. They will be sure to get back here quickly. \n \"Thus we need to quickly find money using the only skills we have. Mine involve woodsmanshp and the arcane, but basically it is the select use of force. Lithandril is in the same trade. Sedryn has his divine gifts, but Im sure he's not the type to doll them out to only those that pay. Aeroz has a gift for stealth and guile. While I am sure he could procure the money quickly if he put his mind and skills to it, he is corret that it is probably no the best course of action. As for Sherya, she can obviously fight, but I am not sure what her other skills are.\" \n \"So, we just now need to find someone who want to pay us for these skills.\" \n\nWith that he takes a long draw from his ale." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\nLithandril grins slightly\n\n\"Maybe if I would find some rich girl and ...... na it would never work. Before I got entangles in all of this I used to make quite some money with hunting down criminals for a bounty and slaying monsters that had been bothering towns. It payed quite well I must say so who knows maybe some local mayor or Deputy could tell us more after this drink....\"\n\nWithout further ado Lithandrill orders himself a nice dwarven Vodka and orders something for the rest as well." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the evening deepens, the rain tapers off, leaving a chill in the air.\n\nAs you make some small talk with the locals and the barkeep, you learn a little bit about local geography. The road to Velprintalar heads east out of Ingdal's Arm. Three small towns (Urve, Urth, and Corth) lie between you and your destination.\n\nYou also learn that there are some merchant caravans taking goods to and from this port that may be in need of some \"muscle\", but those caravans generally head south from Ingdal's Arm to Delthuntle on the south side of the peninsula. That journey would take you on a path away from Velprintalar, and the pay frankly doesn't sound all that enticing.\n\nWhen you ask the barkeep about any \"jobs\" that might be suitable for your group, he shakes his head. \"Not too much need for adventurers in Ingdal's Arm, these days, that's for sure.\"\n\nHe pauses for a moment, looking the men over (more or less ignoring Sheyra).\n\n\"But if its gold you're after, you should stick around for the festival tomorrow. You look like a tough bunch of characters. You'd probably do pretty well in the Mud Bowl!\" He laughs and several of the locals laugh with him.\n\nIt takes you a moment to figure out what \"festival\" he was referring to. Then you realize that it must be Highharvestide, the end of summer. The clouds and rain must be obscuring the full moon marking the midpoint of Elient." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Highharvestide, well I could use a little relaxation time and a festival is just the thing, barkeep tell us more about how the Mud Bowl is practiced in your town.\" Sedryn inquires." }, { "author": "Lithandrill", "message": " Lithandrill \n\n\"Mud.....bowl....somehow that sounds as if a lot of guys come together and mud wrestle. And no way I am doing that.\"\n\nShakes his head.\n\n\"But the festival is nice I guess.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Your losing sight of the main goal. The sooner we Velprintalar, the sooner we can get the kris and the sooner we dont have to deal with Prozen. Relaxitation is last on our list of what to do. Like I said before, I cant ride a horse, and I am small enough to share one. We just need one for Boris and we can get going.\"" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n \"One horse or two, we don't seem to have enough money for either option. Since the caravan is going in a different direction, that is not an option, and there seems to be no employment opportunities in this village. As I see it, we can stay a few days for the wrestling match and hope our ringer, that would be you Lithandril, can win enough to buy a horse or two. Another possibility is to start walking towards our destination. Hopefully one of the towns on the way may have more employment options.\" \n\nBoris takes another swallow of his ale.\n\n \"There is one more option, but I dare not even think about it. We could stop drinking and us that money towards the purchase of a horse. I shudder to think of such drastic measures.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bartender is happy to tell you all about the Ingdal's Arm celebration of Highharvestide.\n\nWith the coming of the fall, local farmers and merchants all gather together to show off their crops and wares and to simply celebrate the end of a long summer of hard work. Naturally, there will be much eating, drinking, and partying in general, but the highlight of the day will be the Mud Bowl.\n\nThe \"Mud Bowl\" itself is normally a watering hole and wallow for local livestock. On Highharvestide, however, the mud pit is transformed into the Ingdal's Arm equivalent of the Colosseum.\n\nCheering crowds line the edges of the muddy depression as the finest and fittest (and eventually filthiest) men of the area wrestle and pummel their way to the coveted title of Mud Bowl Champion!\n\nParticipants battle one-on-one in elimination contests, culminating in the Elite Eight, Final Four, then finally the Championship match!\n\nNo weapons, armor, or magic is allowed. Other than that, pretty much anything goes!\n\nLast year's champion, Urgal the Fat, is returning to defend his title. The prize of 200 gold pieces (contributed by enterprising merchants who are given food and drink concessions in return) may seem modest, but the bartender confides with a wink that the real money is to be made in betting on the contests.\n\n\n\nOOC: I lost internet access over the weekend, but I am back up now. Sorry! " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Sounds like fun. I might just try it, but I doubt I could win, Sherya might though.\" Sedryn muses." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n \"200 gp for the winner. I'm not even sure that will buy us a horse along with the saddle and tack needed for a journey. The barkeep is correct, if we are to make enough money, then betting is the way to do it. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Lithandril, how about you join. Your pretty big, and to sport that large sword and armor takes a lot of strength. There is a good chance you might win. Boris, you could join as well. Unfortunately; frail little me will have to watch at the sidelines.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You retire to get some rest before the big festival.\n\nThe day breaks clear and sunny. After a hearty breakfast, you mingle with the crowds that seem to have materialized out of nowhere. The sleepy town of Ingdal's Arm suddenly seems to be as crowded as any metropolis you've been in in the West.\n\nYou sample the baked goods and beers of the area as well as the street performed before checking out the Board, on which are posted the competitors for the Mud Bowl.\n\nThe name, \"Urgal the Fat,\" is already posted on the Board along with a half dozen other less colorful names. A halfling sits at a table set up next to the board. Two large bruisers stand behind him. The halfling seems to be taking down names of competitors. A small line of about 4 or 5 men stand in line, waiting to register. They all have the lean, tanned, wiry look of farmers or laborers." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n \"Well, I really have nothing better to do. I might as well sign up " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n \"Well, of course I'm going to join! I certainly have no reason not to!\" She grins and joins the line to sign up." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The halfling smirks as he registers Boris. \"Boris the Beautiful, you say? I hope wrestling in the mud doesn't mar your good looks!\" His flunkies laugh hysterically.\n\nThe halfling's smile fades, however, when he sees Sheyra. \"What is this? A joke? The Mud Bowl is for men, not little girls! Why don't you run back to the pie baking contests before your mama comes looking for you?\" The flunkies laugh again.\n\nThe halfling leans around to look past Sheyra, \"Who's next?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Come on, let her join. Your be suprised when you se what this 'little girl' can do to a grown man. Besides, what have you got to loose but a slot on the entry sheet.\n\n[OOC: Diplomacy +6. Sending you the roll Edit: I rolled a 1. How crap is that]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Male Human - Dressed in Leather \n\nA man who was standing off to the side of the table, approaches the halfling with a good-natured smirk on his face\n\n \"Come now Larrec\" , he jokes, addressing the Halfling. \"Not once in four seasons have I ever seen you turn someone away from the 'pit.\" \n\nHe looks at Sheyra, inclining his head in a short bow\n\n \"Besides,\" he says again to the Halfling \"I think she is a shoe-in to win the competition. So much Larrec, that I will wager you 20 gold that she wins.\" He says folding his arms across his chest, with a broad grin from ear to ear.\n\n[OOC: Please see the OOC thread for a more complete physical description of my character]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The halfling shakes his head at Aeroz's words, still refusing to allow Sheyra to participate, but when the newcomer offers to put up some gold, the halfling seems to reconsider.\n\n\"Well, if you want to throw away some perfectly good money, that's your business, Miles.\"\n\nHe takes down Sheyra's name, and soon the first round pairings are posted. There is a flurry of activity around the main table as bets are offered and taken.\n\n\nBregon of Urve\nNagel the Bagel\n\nUrgal the Fat\nMendan Brollen\n\nBoris the Beautiful\nPiper Small\n\nBo Halfhand\nSamethar Oleynick\n\nSheyra Relik\nFederic Ollo\n\nRungal Gunawardane\nVik\n\nMerlin Soovere\nNicholaz Underwood\n\nBerwyn Frost\nBig John\n\n\nThe halfling calls out, \"Let's get ready to rrrrr-rumble!!!!!!\"\n\nThe first two competitors enter from opposite sides of the pit, both bare to the waist. Bregon is a tall, wiry man with a neatly trimmed beard. Nagel, as his nickname suggests, is fat, soft, and round.\n\nThe two men circle cautiously at first, then they clinch and grapple. Nagel's weight appears at first to be an advantage, but Bregon manages a quick foot sweep, and Nagel goes down, face first into the mud. The crowd roars with glee as Bregon climbs onto Nagel's back and pounds him until his submits.\n\nThe second match is even quicker. Urgal's massive frame makes Nagel look like a skinny waif in comparison. Mendan Brollen curses his rotten luck at drawing Urgal in the first round, and enters the ring with a look of resignation. In less than 10 seconds, Urgal has Mendan twisted up into a pretzel, and the match is over.\n\nNext up is Boris. Some hecklers in the crowd hoot at his scarred face. Piper is actually anything but small. Boris' opponent is tanned and broad shouldered. He nods in a friendly manner to Boris as he enters the pit.\n\n\nOOC: I'll need a 5 round strategy posted in the OOC thread, rainbowvet. For everyone else, let me know if you are betting anything on this match. Since Boris is an unknown, the odds are even. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human \n\nMiles will look in the immediate area for a bucket or something else he can fill with water. The goal is to have something that will hold (relatively) clean water. He will then fill the bucket with water if there is a convenient source (like a horse trough).\n\nMiles will then look for a decent place to watch Boris' and Sheyra's match...preferably NOT in the front row.\n\n Edited to add actually filling the bucket with water. " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra goes a little bit away from the arena into a nearby alley and pulls out her backpack, opening it as she does so. \"Hmm... I wonder...\" The girl rummages through her pack. \"No weapons... armor... or magic... Hmm... Well, I wonder if that would actually be considered a weapon...\" The girl mumbles to herself, thinking out loud as she pulls out her waterskin.\n\nSheyra grabs a small amount of soap from her pack and opens her skin, making sure to not spill any of the water. Humming quietly to herself, she grinds the soap into little pieces with her hands and pours the bits of soap into the skin. She then seals the skin back up and promptly proceeds to shake it up thoroughly, making a nice soapy mixture inside the waterskin. She grins, tying the skin to her belt with her belt pouch's string, stuffing the now stringless pouch into her pack. Singing quietly to herself, she skips off back to the arena to find a good position to observe Boris' fight, putting her pack on as she goes." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter looking at the field of competitors, Sedryn sighs, \"Well, I should just wacth and offer moral support.\" \n\nSedryn will offer aid to any wrestler in need after their match.\n\nBefore Boris begins his match Sedryn will ask for Lathander's blessing for Boris. \"Good luck Boris, pin him quickly.\" \n\n{OOC - Sedryn is just praying not casting any spell.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Yeah, that or just slam his face into the mud and hold it there until he goes limp. Good luck. No pressure intended but if you or Sheyra dont win, we will have spies and assasins all around us.\"\n\nAeroz chuckles a little\n\n\"And dont forget to fight dirty\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Piper sloshes over to the center of the pit to offer Boris his hand to shake. \"Welcome to Ingdal's Arm, stranger. May the best man win!\"\n\nWhen Boris reaches to shake his hand, however, Piper reaches forward, grabs Boris' wrist, and quickly hip throws him into the mud. The crowd roars its approval.\n\nPiper throws himself down on Boris' back to prevent him from getting up and begins plunging Boris' head into the met mud again and again. The crowd hoots and hollers.\n\nBoris manages to roll over onto his back and desperately punches back. One blow clips Piper hard on the temple. As Piper shakes his head to clear it, Boris rises up on an elbow, but Piper takes a handful of mud and smooshes it into Boris' face.\n\nCoughing, Boris continues to lash out with his fists while Piper keeps trying to smother him with more mud.\n\nJust as Boris is beginning to get lightheaded, a lucky punch smashes into Piper's face. Piper falls back into the mud unconscious.\n\nAs Boris rises from the muck, the halfling announces \"The winner, by knockout, ... BORIS the beeeeeaaaYOOOOtifullll!!!!!!\" The crowd goes wild!!!\n\n\nBoris stumbles out of the pit and his \"cornermen\" Sedryn, Lithandrill, and Aeroz start wiping away the mud as best they can. He'll have less than an hour until he has to fight again in the next round. In the crowd, money changes hands and then the next fight begins ...\n\nYou hardly pay attention to the fight between Bo and Samethar, because Sheyra is up next ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human \n\nMiles cheers and applauds for Boris, even harder when he lands the impressive knock-out blow.\n\nAs Sheyra heads for the pit, Miles makes sure he has a good view as close to the pit as possible.\n\n This should be entertaining to watch... \n\nMiles will whistle when Sheyra steps into the pit." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard \n\nBoris shakes away the cobwebs. He thanks everyone for the moral support.\n\n \"It appears that brute force overcame schisterism this time. I think a mud wrestling calls for more dirty tactics. No pun intended.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: If anyone is going to bet for or against Sheyra, now is the time to do so. Also, magic may be forbidden in the Mud Bowl, but in between rounds, healing is permitted. Boris won't have enough time to recover the non-lethal hits he took before his next bout without aid. " }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\" I think it wise to bet all we can on Sherya. I am sure the odds are quite favorable and, as long as she doesn't fall asleep during the match, she should win easily.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human \n\nMiles slides over next to Sheyra, and whispers to her and any other PCs nearby.\n\n \"My dear, you have a good chance to do well here. But, you don't want to do it quickly or easily. The closer the fights are at the end, the more money to be made. If they think you are hurting, the odds will be better in the next round.\" \n\nMiles winks at Sheyra.\n\n \"Good luck my dear, remember to use your size to your advantage.\" \n\nMiles smiles at Sheyra." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Who exactly are you? First you buy Sheyra in, then you go giving her advice. It sounds fairly odd for a commoner to be interested in a little girls fight. What do you really want?\"" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra looks at the man out of the corner of her eye, more out of annoyance then anything. \"Do you mind? I'm trying to focus, and I don't appreciate your interruption.\" She snaps at the man, then turns back to the ring, eyes closed. She steadies her breathing, slipping into a mediative trance-like state, calming her mind and body as she prepares for the upcoming fight.\n\n ...Who is this guy anyways? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra focuses her mind, then enters the Mud Bowl. At first there are gasps of amazement, then raucous laughter.\n\n\"Are you lost, little girl?\" \"Watch out Federic, she looks like a tiger!\" \"I thought everyone had to fight topless!\"\n\nSheyra ignores the heckling and settles into a ready stance.\n\nFederic looks uncomfortable on the other side of the Mud Bowl. He walks over cautiously, \"Look, I don't want to hurt you ...\"\n\nSheyra lunges forward, planting a straight punch into Federic's solar plexus. Federic doubles over, gasping. Sheyra finishes him off with a double spinning hook kick/roundhouse combination.\n\nThere is a long silence as Sheyra stands in the mud, eyes shining, over her opponent.\n\nSuddenly, the crowd erupts into wild cheering! Men whoop and holler excitedly, clapping each other on the back! Sheyra notices more than a few women in the crowd smiling happily. One gives her a \"thumbs up\" sign.\n\nThe crowd starts chanting and clapping, \"Shey-Ra! Shey-Ra! Shey-Ra!\"\n\nSheyra steps out of the ring, unsoiled (except for her bare feet), and starts to meditate for her next match.\n\n...\n\nAfter congratulating Sheyra, Aeroz and Sedryn notice something unusual occuring on the other side of the mud pit. Urgal the Fat and the halfling \"promoter\" are huddled together, having an animated conversation. As they speak, they cast unfriendly glances towards Sheyra." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human \n\nMiles will collect his winnings from Sheyra's round. He will then place another bet on Sheyra for 10 gold in the next round.\n\n[When finished with the above]\n\nMiles will walk over to Boris and offer him the bucket of water he collected earlier, he him to clean up.\n\n[OOC: Spot check or Healing check to determine Boris' condition visually? Spot +5 or Heal +7 ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles collects 40 gp (his 20 gp stake plus his winnings) from the grumbling halfling.\n\nHe offers his water to Boris, who appears winded, but otherwise unhurt." }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": " Boris Human Ranger/Wizard \n\n\nBoris accepts the water, \"Thanks, friend.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz turns to the man. \"You still haven't answered my question. Who exactly are you and why have you taken a sudden interest in our affairs?\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nTo Boris: \"You're welcome. If you need your wounds tended to, let me know.\" \n\nMiles turns and addresses (Aeroz).\n\n \"Sir, your point is well taken. I mean you and your companions no harm. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Miles D'Arcy , Druid and guide to travellers. By the look of you and your friends I would bet you are adventurers or at the very least professionals. Ingdal's Arm doesn't see adventurers of your caliber pass through very often.\" \n \"I offer you my services, free of charge, as guide for as long as you may require. It is my duty and oath to Chauntea.\" \n\nWaits for Aeroz's reaction." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn joins Boris after his fight and examines his wounds. After accessing his condition casts a healing spell to restore Boris.\n\n \"Lathandar restore Boris that he may continue to fight.\" \n \"Boris that should do it. Good luck in the next bout!\" \n\n{OOC - Cast CMW on Boris. edit - rolled a 15.\n\nSorry about not posting work is very busy right now.}\n\nSedryn watching Sheyra win unscathed will wander over to the bookie to put 10 gp on Boris and Sheyra next matches." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn heads over to the bookie's table to put down 10 gp down on Boris and Sheyra each. The bookie shakes his head. \"The girl's a ringer! 30 gp minimum bet.\" He points up at the signboard.\n\nThe next round pairings are posted along with odds (based on the fighters' performance in the first round):\n\n\nBregon of Urve +50\nUrgal the Fat -100\n\nBoris the Beautiful +20\nBo Halfhand -20\n\nSheyra Relik -30\nRungal Gunawardane +30\n\nMerlin Soovere +20\nBerwyn Frost -20\n\n\nAccording to the odds, Sheyra is favored to win, so you'll have to stake 30 gp for a chance to profit 10 gp (40 gp total). Boris, on the other hand, is thought to likely lose, so a 10 gp bet offers a chance to profit 20 gp (30 gp total).\n\n...\n\nThe first match in the second round is another rout. Urgal dispatches Bregon by smothering him like an anaconda. Urgal's strength is just too much for Bregon, and (to no one's surprise) Urgal wins easily. The crowd claps halfheartedly.\n\n\nOOC: Boris is up. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nAfter seeing the numbers change on the Halfling's board, Miles will adjust his bet to 30 gold total on Sheyra.\n\n \"Good luck Sheyra, everyone is pulling for you.\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Alright 30 gold it is.\" Sedryn says as he hands over the additional 20 gold." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bets are placed and Boris and Bo enter the bowl.\n\nBo \"Halfhand\" is a slight but nimble appearing young man. His head is shaved and his face is beardless. His left hand is contracted and palsied, perhaps a congenital defect or the result of a long ago accident.\n\nBo and Boris circle carefully at first. Bo lunges forward suddenly and clubs Boris with his gnarled left fist. Boris appears to stagger backward, but he's only feinting - instead he comes up with a handful of mud, which he hurls at Bo's face. Bo dodges easily, but nods appreciatively at the attempt.\n\nBoris hurls himself at Bo's knees in a takedown attempt, but only gets a kick in the sternum for his trouble.\n\nBo and Boris settle in for a brawl, trading punches. Bo lands more shots, but Boris' strength proves to be an advantage - his blows land heavily and tellingly ...\n\nThe crowd cheers and whistles, clearly enjoying this match." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Boris keep it up, You got him, You got him, Finish it.\" Sedryn cheers enjoying the fight." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles cheers and whistles for Boris!\n\nMiles shouts, \"Boris! Watch out for his left hand!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"HIT LOW!! KNOCK OUT WHERE HE FOCUSES HIS WEIGHT. GET HIM!!! GET HIM!!!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Huh?\" Boris takes his eyes off of his opponent for a second and gets clubbed again.\n\nIn response, he grabs two handfuls of mud and flings them in Bo's face. Sputtering, Bo staggers backward, temporarily blinded. Boris takes the opportunity to follow up with a hard cross.\n\nBo shakes the mud out of his eyes and slams Boris with his withered forearm. Boris sees stars and almost blacks out. Desperately, he lashes out and ... connects solidly, knocking Bo out cold.\n\nBoris wobbles on his feet as he acknowledges the cheers of the crowd. Aeroz and Sedryn help him out of the ring as Sheyra prepares for her second fight.\n\n\nOOC: Boris wins. Sheyra is up. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Rungal Gunawardane, dark-skinned but with a brilliant white smile, enters the Mud Bowl and shifts back and forth stretching, ready to fight.\n\nThe crowd eagerly anticipates Sheyra's return to the ring. The spectators crane their necks as they look back and forth. Where is she?" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles begins scanning the crowd looking for Sheyra, with mild concern.\n\n I hope nothing happened to her after the first match. \n\n[OOC: I am scanning the crowd, paying particular attention to the Halfling and/or Urgal the Fat...suspecting possible \"foul play\". (Spot +5) ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles spots the halfling and Urgal in the crowd. They appear to be looking around along with everyone else.\n\nEither they are great actors, or they didn't have anything to do with Sheyra's delayed appearance." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Strange. Where is she. She was our best chance to win this stupid thing anyways. You know what, I am going to look around.\"\n\nAeroz begins to look around, weaving in and out of the crowd to find Sheyra. If he finds her(Unlikely) he will bring her back to the ring. If not, he will start asking people if they have seen a little girl matching her description.\n\n{Search+0 Gather information +0}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The crowd is restless, and Sheyra is nowhere to be seen. The halfling waits as long as he can, then announces that he's giving Rungal a bye. Any bets on the match are null and void. The crowd groans and boos, but then turns its attention to the next match: Merlin vs Berwyn.\n\nIt looks like Boris will have to fight again, sooner than expected. He is still exhausted from his last match. Even worse, it looks like his next opponent will be Urgal the Fat, the defending champion.\n\n...\n\nAeroz works the crowd, asking about Sheyra. Maybe it's his less than charming personality or maybe the residents of Ingdal's Arm just don't like elves; Aeroz isn't able to find anyone who has seen her since her last match.\n\nFrustrated, he looks around with his sharp elven vision. On a distant hill, he sees the silhouette of a small girl, sitting crosslegged under a tree." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will also assist in the search for Sheyra. Since Miles is known by some of the residents of Ingdal's Arm, they may be more willing to talk to him.\n\nMiles will also scan the crowd, by climbing up onto something...barrel/box/crate to get a higher vantage point.* (Spot +5) \n I better try to help Boris with his wounds. \n\n[OOC: DR, about how long do we have until Boris has to fight again?]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles also conducts his own search for Sheyra, but isn't able to find her.\n\nHe turns back to offer any aid to Boris he can while two burly fighters slug it out in the Mud Bowl.\n\nThere will probably be at least 15 minutes or so after the current bout while the third round odds are calculated and posted, so Boris has a little bit of time to try to recover." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert. \n\nAeroz runs over to where he beleives Sheyra is.\n\n[OOC: I am ending this post a little early because I have a sneaking suspicion of something, but I just want closure.]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles temporarily abandons his search for Sheyra. He moves over next to Boris and examines his condition.\n\nCalling on the healing powers of Nature through Chauntea , Miles casts Cure Light Wounds on Boris.\n\n[OOC: Sorry Boris, its the best I can do on short notice.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz runs over to the hill, where Sheyra sits crosslegged in the shade of a tall tree. Her eyes are closed, and she breathes deeply and steadily. A water pitcher and ladle sit beside her, presumably provided by a friendly villager.\n\n...\n\nMiles offers to aid Boris before his next match. Calling on Chauntea, he channels healing energy into the weary ranger.\n\n\nOOC: Boris receives 8 points of healing. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz nudges Sheyra out of her meditation or whatever it is.\n\n\"Hey, wake up, if you dont get to your match soon youll be disqualified. Your our best chance of winning this thing so get going. If we are going to make it to Velprintalar we need that gold.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles checks the board to see what the odds are for Boris' next match.\n\nTo Boris, \"How are you doing? Do you need additional healing? If so, I can try to find Sedryn.\" \n\nMiles scans the crowd looking for Sedryn." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Aeroz nudges Sheyra, she falls over onto her side. She continues breathing quietly as she lies unconscious on the ground.\n\n...\n\nBoris says that he is OK, but Miles senses that he is still quite weary from his previous fight. Perhaps a little more healing would be helpful. He looks around for Sedryn." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nHurrying back after collecting his winnings \"Boris, sorry to take so long, but I thought I had more time I hope Sheyra is ok.\" Sedryn says as he casts CLW.\n\n \"There you should be good for the next bout.\" Sedryn comments.\n\n{OOC - Rolled a 9 for CLW\n\nBefore the bout with Urgal Sedryn will cast Detect Magic and check Urgal to make sure everything is fair. Then he will scan the crowd to see if there is anything interesting.\n\nSorry about not posting work is still very busy.}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz will take the water and dump it on his immobile companions head. If that doesnt work, he'll drag or carry her." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles looks slightly relieved after Sedryn tended to Boris, knowing he is now fully healed.\n\nMiles will wander over the the Halfling's table and wait for them to post the odds on Boris' upcoming match. While he wanders he will keep an eye out for Sheyra...just in case.\n\n[OOC: Glad to have you folks back! It was getting kinda lonely...but RL tends to interrupt gaming.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The semifinal pairings are posted with new odds:\n\nUrgal the Fat -100\nBoris the Beautiful +50\n\nRungal Gunawardane +20\nBerwyn Frost -20\n\nObviously, Urgal is heavily favored to win, but there is an opportunity for some money to be made if Boris manages to pull off an upset win.\n\nBoris, rejuvenated thanks to Sedryn and Miles (the friendly stranger), prepares himself for the fight. He looks across the Bowl at Urgal, a mountain of a man probably twice Boris' size. Urgal grins back toothlessly.\n\n...\n\nAeroz, meanwhile, tries in vain to awaken Sheyra from her unnaturally deep slumber. He douses her with the water, but she doesn't awaken. Something white catches his eye - there appears to be some powdery residue at the bottom of the water pitcher. He thinks to himself, \"There's something rotten in Ingdal's Arm ...\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\n[OOC: D.R., please see my post in the OOC thread]\n\nMiles places a 10 gold bet on Boris to win versus Urgal the Fat.\n\nMiles will then move back near Boris' \"corner\" of the pit to cheer him on.\n\nMiles says, \"Good luck Boris, remember to stay mobile!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn surreptitiously scans Urgal for any signs of magical enhancement but finds none.\n\nUrgal cracks his knuckles as he faces Boris. The match is about to begin ...\n\n\nOOC: Any particular plan in mind, rainbowvet? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz leaves Sheyra, there will always be time to get her later. He grabs the pot and makes a mad dash to the Mud Bowl. Once he gets just outside of the site, he draws one of his rapiers and runs over to the referee and explains the problem, showing the pot and the powedery residue. He then points to Urgal and the Halfling, and explains that they are possible suspects." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz only gets about halfway to the Bowl before he is intercepted by a pair of the halfling's flunkies armed with spiked clubs.\n\n\"Whoa, there, pointy! Where you headin' in such a hurry?\"\n\n...\n\nSheyra's eyes flutter open. \"What's going on?\" she thinks. She is lying down on the ground, soaking wet. She remembers accepting a cool draught from a friendly local, then sitting down to meditate before her next match, then it all gets sort of fuzzy ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "Aeroz takes a step back, and lowers his rapier slightly. He smiles politely and sways his hand back and forth while talking to the brutes, in the slowest, calmest voice he can muster.\n\n\"Well, I really wanted to see the semifinals for the match, and, you know, when you got to go, you've got to go. So I ran off and found a nice little spot. Then I realized that the semifinals were beginning soon...\" Aeroz drones on as long as he can, keeping them as distracted as possible (bluff and diplomacy both +6). When he sees an opening, he lunges with his rapier at the nearest brute and takes a defensive stance afterwards.\n\n[OOC: Rapier +6 (1d6+1 plus 2d6 sneak attack, AC after sneak attack : 23 (+3 dex, +4 armor, +6 total defense), Designating the one who didnt stab him as dodge target]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles is waiting near Boris for the match to begin, making small talk with the people around him.\n\n I wonder if anyone has seen the young lady... \n\n\n\n[OOC: I'm waiting until I see something (anything) going on with Aeroz, then I will react.]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Aeroz is quite a distance a way. You would have to have binoculars or know where he was in the first place, besides, he can handle himself.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The thugs furrow their brows as they try to follow Aeroz's rapid fire babbling, but they seem to anticipate that Aeroz might not cooperate, so when Aeroz suddenly lunges at one of them with his rapier, they are ready. His target steps back, while his buddy swipes at Aeroz's head.\n\nAeroz ducks and turns just in time, and the blow glances off of his shoulder. He swings the bucket and pokes with his rapier to keep the thugs off balance as he carefully sidesteps around them toward the Mud Bowl. The thugs howl in frustration as they try to get past Aeroz's defense.\n\nThe commotion begins to attract some attention. The crowd turns from Boris and Urgal and starts pointing at the little fracas. Sedryn sees the halfling and Urgal glance at each other, then Urgal pushes past Boris and climbs out of the Bowl, heading toward Aeroz and the thugs." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: In the future combat scenarios, can I roll my own dice. The online one hates me for some reason and only gives me poor rolls and I have no reason to lie.]\n\nAeroz will draw his dagger and feign (My roll: 15+6, otherwise just +6) and strike the one who hit him with both weapons (Rapier: My roll - 18-1 Otherwise -1, Dagger: My roll - 6-1 otherwise -1) and continue his defensive fighting\n\n[OOC: just a recap:\nBluff check 21\nRapier: 17\nDagger: 5\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (21 dodge target)]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nUpon seeing the crowds turn, and Urgal the Fat lumber out of the pit...Miles will head in the direction of the commotion.\n\nMiles turns to the nearest townsperson, \"What in the world is going on?\" " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra shakes her head slowly as she rises to a sitting position, looking slightly confused. \"Why am I all wet...? She asks out loud to no one in particular, standing up as she does so. She brushes off the dirt on her clothing, then stands there motionless as she tries to regain her focus. Suddenly, she gasps, then begins to dash towards the bowl, thinking one thing only- I'm gonna miss my fight! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz drops the bucket and draws a dagger from his belt. He engages one of the two flunkies and feints to the outside, hoping to create an opening, but the two thugs are so unsophisticated that Aeroz's ploy proves useless - they just keep swinging their spiked clubs back and forth as fast as they can, growling like beasts as they do so.\n\nOne of them manages to beat aside Aeroz's rapier with his club, but Aeroz counters with a quick arcing thrust and his main gauche pierces the flunkie above the shoulder. The man cries out, drops his club, and falls back clutching his bleeding shoulder.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Sheyra has woken up and is sprinting (like the wind) back towards the Mud Bowl. She slows as she approaches the melee. She sees Aeroz engaged with the two brutes.\n\n...\n\nThe rest of the party is approaching the fight from the opposite direction, drawn in that direction by the crowd. The villagers closest to the melee start chanting, \"Fight! Fight! Fight!\" Boris is left standing alone in the center of the Mud Bowl wondering what the heck is going on ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will try to push his way through the crowd, his goal is to get to the inner side of the ring of people surrounding Aeroz.\n\nArms folded across this chest, and wearing a scowl, Miles will wait for the outcome of the fight between Aeroz and the thugs.\n\n\n[OOC: Where did Urgal end up after he left the mud pit?]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "Same strategy as last time. Feinting and striking and fighting defensively." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra just blinks for a moment as she approaches the melee, slowing, but as she sees the entire situation she quickly begins to pick up speed again. She is attempting to get close enough to help Aeroz out by charging headlong into the melee, leaping upwards at the last second to attack the thug Aeroz is not attacking with a kick.\n\n(OOC: Dodge is assigned to my opponent, charging: +2 to attack, -2 to AC. +4 to attack, 1d6 damage, 20/x2 crit, using unarmed attack)" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Boris Human Ranger/Wizard\n\nBoris wanders were the crowd and his opponent run off too. Secretly relieved that his impending beating is at least monentarily averted, his content evaporates as he sees Aeroz fighting two thugs.\n\n Just like me to not to bring my weapon in a knife fight. There is no use letting my spells go to waste. \n\nBoris climbs out of the mud pit and runs towards the melee.\n\n((OOC: Boris' intent is to support Aeroz and Sherya with spells, albeit limited as they are. Boris will join the melee once his spells are ehausted.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz tries to feint again, but again the thugs lack of technique works in their favor and one manages to clip Aeroz's skull. A thin trickle of blood runs down Aeroz's face.\n\nAeroz's rapier and dagger make short work of the second flunkie, who drops to the ground clutching his abdomen. He then turns to face the other flunkie (who had been stabbed in the shoulder) only to see Sheyra send him sailing 15 feet across the grass with a flying side kick.\n\nThe fight is over. The gathered crowd yammers loudly trying to figure out what is going on. Some villagers crouch next to the injured men, stabilizing their wounds. The mass of villagers parts, however, to let Urgal's massive frame through. He glowers as he stands over the flunkies lying on the ground. The halfling runs up behind him, \"What's the meaning of this!?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Whats wrong here?!? Sheyra just came out of drugging and when I go to report foul play, these two moron's attack me.\"\n\nAeroz hands the Pot with the residue to the Halfling.\n\n\"You and Urgal were looking farily suspicous during the tournament, all shady and such... Did you have anything to do with it? \"\n\nAeroz Sheathes his rapier and his dagger. He looks at Urgal and the halfling with a dissapointed look, then walks off, looking for Miles or Roderic for some healing. While a good distance away, he spits on the ground and continues his serious/dissapointed look.\n\nOOC: for a dude with only 12 hit points and taking on two opponents with little help, what kind of XP do I get out of that. And where's our meatsheild?" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles moves up next to Aeroz, and gently tugs on his tunic to get his attention.\n\nMiles says, \"Aeroz, I'm afraid I don't have much magical healing left for today. But, I will help you locate Sedryn.\" \n\nMiles will take a quick look at Aeroz's wounds to ensure they are not life threatening, especially the head wound." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The halfling take the bucket from Aeroz. \"I will definitely look into this. I won't tolerate any cheating in the Mud Bowl.\" He puffs out his chest and tries to appear authoritative.\n\nAs Aeroz turns to leave, however, the halfling continues, \"Not so fast master elf ...\"\n\n\"We have laws here in Ingdal's Arm you know, and those laws prohibit unprovoked attacks on local law enforcement. I'm going to have to ask you to accompany these gentlemen quietly.\" He indicates another pair of flunkies armed with clubs. (They look a little nervous.)\n\nNoticing Sheyra he adds, \"Oh, there you are young lady. What a shame you missed your match. You were doing so well before we had to scratch you from the competition.\"\n\nThe halfling turns back toward the Mud Bowl, closely followed by Urgal, who leers menacingly at your group then winks at Sheyra.\n\n\n\nOOC: XP will be distributed the next time you get a chance to rest. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, elf expert \n\nAeroz shoots the flunkies a menacing look, seeing tha he already has instilled a sense of fear in them. 'Very well then, but I was simply defending myself. They came onto me in a threatening manner and I didn't know what else to do. It was pure self defense.\"\n\nAeroz follows the two men to wherever the may be taking him, but requests that Sherya acompanies him, to provide some evidence. If she cannot accompany him, then he asks for Miles'.\n\n[OOC: Man you can just tell something bad is in the air. Oh well, at least if I get ambushed, I have some advantage, be it our resident secondary healer or our secondary Melee]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles is relieved that there was no loss of life. Satisfied that the thugs are being tended to, Miles steps forward next to Aeroz.\n\nAddressing the halfling, \"Surely this can all be resolved quietly, and without further bloodshed. I am sure the town elders would not take kindly to open fighting in the streets.\" \n\nMiles turns to Aeroz...\n\nMiles whispers to Aeroz, \"I do have a little influence in Ingdal's Arm and I will try to help you. I am asking you to please try to control yourself until we get this worked out.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Aeroz is disarmed and led away by the two \"guards\", Miles accompanies him.\n\nOnce the group of you are out of sight of the Mud Bowl, the two thugs are joined by two more.\n\nAeroz and Miles are escorted into the village proper. The thugs take a few turns, then turn into a blind alley. Suddenly, the thugs stop walking. Miles and Aeroz stand surrounded by the four club-wielding thugs.\n\n\"That's far enough I reckon,\" one says.\n\nAnother one chimes in, \"Now I think it's time we show you how we deal with trouble makers here in Ingdal's Arm!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Having not heard otherwise, I am assuming that Boris returned to be Mud Bowl for his fight, along with Sheyra and Sedryn. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\n[OOC: I am going to wait for Daring's reponse to my post in the OOC thread, then I will update my initial actions.]\n\n[OOC2: Daring, could you also give us some additional details about how far away the thugs are and how far we are away from the entrance to the alley/street. Thanks.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn finally noticing the ruckus, gets an update from the rest of the party. Upon hearing that Aeroz was wounded decides to see if he can help.\n\n \"I better go check his wounds and see if he is okay. Anyone want to come along?\" Sedryn mumbles.\n\nSedryn will hurry off in search of Aeroz and Miles." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Does Aeroz still have his four concealed daggers? I am really hoping he does, cause at least he could hold his own. Now where is Lithandrill when you really need him, and it totally sucks that I can't sneak attack.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn heads back to the village to try to catch up with Aeroz.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Aeroz and Miles find themselves in a tight spot.\n\nThe alley is 100 ft long but only 10 ft wide. Aeroz and Miles are surrounded. Two of the thugs are 10 ft in front and another pair of thugs 10 ft behind, sealing off the entrance to the alley.\n\nAeroz's hand moves surreptitiously to the knives he has hidden under his clothing." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\n[OOC: I will assume we are down to tactical/initiatives, unless you tell me otherwise.]\n\nMiles speaks to the thugs, \"I strongly suggest you stop this foolishness, or I will summon the forces of nature to change your mind!\" \n\nTo Aeroz, \"I advise we fight back-to-back to avoid being flanked.\" \n\nMiles' actions:\n\n1st action: Draw Wand of Cure Light Wounds\n2nd action: Use Wand on Aeroz...\n(5' step if necessary to work with Aeroz and avoid being flanked.)\n\n{Edit: I will designate my Dodge to the first thug who attaks me.}\n\n[OOC: If I recall correctly Aeroz is pretty beat up from the last fight.]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n[OOC: Yeah, but its only due to my Constitution penalty. Next level my HP situation should be remedied]\n\nAeroz crosses his arms, putting his hands on the hilts of his daggers in his sleeve. If the thugs take any agressive action Aeroz will draw his daggers and fight defensively. He will keep his eye on one of the thugs (dodge target)." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn hurries to find Aeroz chiding himself at being so distracted.\n\n \"Pay attention to what is going on around you the High Priest is always saying, now my friends are hurt and I am goofing off.\" Sedryn mumbles as he walks along." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the crowd settles back in around the Mud Bowl, Boris prepares himself to restart his interrupted match with Urgal. The halfling settles back down behind the betting table. The pitcher of water he promised to examine is nowhere to be seen. Urgal pounds his chest and roars - he's pumped up and ready to rock.\n\nSheyra, now relegated to a spectator only, can only watch from the edge of the Bowl.\n\n...\n\nSedryn hustles towards the village. It's mostly deserted since everyone else is watching the Mud Bowl. \"Where did they take Aeroz?\" he wonders.\n\n..\n\nMeanwhile, back in the alley, Miles whips out his healing wand, but (having just been threatened with \"the forces of nature\") the thugs misinterpret this as a hostile act, and they close in swinging.\n\nAeroz was ready - in the blink of an eye, daggers appear in both hands, and he slashes the air in warning.\n\nAeroz and Miles circle back-to-back, but the thugs have them surrounded. Aeroz manages to dodge their clumsy blows easily, but one of the thugs manages to blindside Miles - the spiked club pierces Miles' leather armor, cracking a rib." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz will continue to fight defensively, slashing with both daggers when he sees an opening. He still keep an eye on one of the thugs.\n\n[OOC: Full attack - Dagger -1/-1 (1d4+1 each), HP: 11, AC 20 (21 to the bandit who is in the most theatening postition relative to me]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will sound the alarm at the top of his lungs!\n\n[OOC: Sometimes fortune favors the bold!]\n\nThis round Miles will begin casting a spell, using Casting Defensively. Using the Druid ability for spontaneous casting, Miles will dump Delay Poison and try to cast Summon Nature's Ally II.\n\n[OOC2: This is a big gamble as it takes a whole ROUND to cast, not 1 action. It won't appear until the beginning of Miles' next round.]\n\nIf successful, Miles will choose a Crocodile and will have it appear right behind the thugs engaged with Miles. He is trying for the most advantagous placement possible." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn stands at an intersection wondering which way to go next when suddenly he hears a cry for help from a couple blocks away. It's not Aeroz's voice, but Sedryn assumes it might be the friendly druid.\n\n...\n\nMiles begins chanting and gesturing, calling for Chauntea to aid him and Aeroz in this hour of need. Unfortunately, as the two thugs harry him, his movements become imprecise and no assistance materializes. For his troubles, he gets hit again by the same thug, despite his attempts to dodge. The blow splinters a corner of his shield, and a spike gashes his shoulder.\n\nAeroz's twin daggers flicker hypnotically as he holds his two attackers at bay. One thug leans in a little too closely, and Aeroz slashes his forearm deeply. The thug curses." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz will continue to fight defensively, slashing with both daggers when he sees an opening. He still keep an eye on one of the thugs.\n\n[OOC: Full attack - Dagger -1/-1 (1d4+1 each), HP: 11, AC 20 (21 to the bandit who is in the most theatening postition relative to me]\n\n[OOC: Yes I know its a copy and paste, but really, until something important happens, like stuff starts going down by some holy pillar of white fire, Aeroz is pretty much sticking to the same strategy]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nNext Round:\n\nMiles continues shouting the alarm!\n\nBegin fighting defensively... ( AC: 18/19 )\n1st action: Draw scimitar. \n2nd action: Attack thug #2. (To hit = +3, -4, net = -1) (Damage: 1d6)\n\n[OOC: Sorry Aeroz, I knew the summoning was a long shot...but it would have been cool if it worked.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles draws his scimitar to fend off the pair of thugs attacking him. As he parries their blows, he manages to scratch one of them across the cheek. \"You'll pay for that, bastard!\" the thug threatens.\n\nMeanwhile, Aeroz continues to whirl and dodge, making himself an almost impossible target to hit. The thugs continue to swing wildly, hitting nothing but air. One thug overextends again and zip, zip Aeroz opens up two new slashes on the thugs arm. Bleeding from three wounds now, the thug drops his club and runs toward the alley's exit.\n\n...\n\nSedryn runs as fast as he can toward the cries for help." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles continues to sound the alarm!\n\nTo Aeroz, \"Great work! Now carve up the other one!\" \n\nNext Round:\n\nContinue fighting defensively\n\nAttack the same thug. (To Hit: -1) (Damage: 1d6)\n\nMiles will use a 5' step if he can use it to his advantage now that there are only 3 thugs left." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: Same stuff as last time]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles can only keep his eye on one thug at a time as they circle him.When Miles slashes at one thug, the other one smashes Miles in the back of the head with the butt of his club. Miles almost blacks out for a second.\n\nAeroz continues to dodge and dance. One thug has been driven off, but the other thug finally connects with a lucky blow. The elf twists nimbly aside however and takes only a scratch.\n\n...\n\nSedryn, a cramp forming in his side from his sprinting, closes in on the alley where the cries for help are coming from. He sees a young dark-skinned woman standing outside the alley, poking her head around the corner. Her attention is focused on what is going on inside the alley; she does not see Sedryn approaching from the street.\n\n\n\nEDIT: Continuity error pointed out by Yoric fixed. " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nHearing the cries for help Sedryn runs in that direction.\n\nWhen Sedryn arrives he will flank the nearest thug and attack with his mace.\n\n{OOC -\nInitiative: +1\n\nHeavy Mace +2 (+4 if flanking) 1d8\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "rainbowvet", "message": "Boris, Human Ranger/Wizard\n\nBoris looks disquieted by his ratehr large opponent. Well might as well get this over with . \n\nBoris girds himself for the fight.\n\n((OOC: Boris will use combat expertise -2 attack, +2 AC during the bout. He will also avoid grappling and fight as dirty as he can.))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles continues to fight defensively\n\nMiles grips his scimitar tightly, trying to calm his nerves and focus on striking the thug he wounded previously.\n\n[OOC: Attack same thug (-1), (1d6)]\n\nTo Aeroz over his shoulder, \"I hope you are doing better than I am...I almost blacked out after that last hit. If I fall, don't worry about me...save yourself.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz will quit his defensive stance and go full out on one of the thugs.\n\n[OOC: full attack: +3/+3, AC: 17 (18) HP:9]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles' scimitar flashes as he drives back one of the thugs, cutting deeply. Unfortunately, his partner takes advantage of a split second when Miles' back is turned and smashes him over the right shoulder - the shoulder almost separates, but holds.\n\nAeroz takes the offensive - his pair of daggers moves almost too quickly to see, but the thug has the advantage of reach and manages to fend Aeroz off with his spiked club, poking Aeroz in the ribcage.\n\n...\n\nSedryn ignores the thug that flees the alley (moaning and bleeding profusely) and runs past the dark-skinned woman bystander without slowing his pace. Taking in the situation at a glance, Sedryn plows into one of the thugs fighting Miles. His heavy mace, backed by his running momentum, drops the thug like a sack of potatoes." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn will flank the other thug attacking Miles and attack him.\n\n I hope that woman is not a freind of these thugs. Sedryn reflects to himself.\n\n{OOC -\n\nAC: 21\nHP: 23\n\nHeavy Mace +2 (+4 if flanking) 1d8\n\nEdit - Sent my Attack Roll, rolled a 1. Do I need to roll a fumble?\n\nRenewal Domain Benefit:\nIf HP falls below 0 then, regain 1d8 + CHA mod (+1) 1/day}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Meanwhile, back at the Mud Bowl, Boris looks around the crowd. \"I wonder where everybody went?\" he thinks to himself. He sees Sheyra sitting in his \"corner\", but as she sits there with her eyes half-closed, he can't tell whether she is concentrating on the match or if she's slipped into another meditative coma.\n\nBoris' eyes turn back to his opponent. \"Is this guy even human?\" he wonders. Urgal towers over him - almost 8 ft tall. He must weigh as much as a horse. Urgal's bulk literally blocks the sun from Boris' point of view.\n\n\"Well, here goes nothing ...\"\n\nThe halfling calls out, \"Fight!\"\n\nBoris circles Urgal warily, bobbing, jabbing, kicking, slapping, spitting - anything it takes to keep his distance. Improbably, the strategy works. Urgal keeps trying to grab Boris, but Boris dances away and even manages to land a couple of solid counterblows.\n\nThe crowd goes wild! No one has ever gone this long in the ring with Urgal. The villagers who put money on Boris (a 5:2 longshot) are especially ecstatic - they are on their feet cheering, \"Boris! Boris! Boris!\"\n\nUrgal's eyes, once filled with mocking confidence, begin to burn with rage ...\n\n...\n\n\nSheyra sits crosslegged, impassive. It is impossible to tell what she is thinking." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz continues his attacks, slashing viciously at his current opponent but keeping an eye out for any counterattacks.\n\n[OOC: Full attack +3/+3; AC 17(18); HP 6 GAH I hate that diceroller. It never gives me a remotely good roll whatsoever. Its racist man, racist against the jews!!!]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles staggers after the last blow, his head groggy and his vision swimming. He manages to keep his feet through sheer determination.\n\n Keep your guard up, stay mobile or at least stagger like you know what you're doing... \n\nNext round:\n\nOut of desperation, Miles begins using Total Defense !* (Miles switches his Dodge target to the remaining thug who is threatening him)\n{AC: 21, HP: 2}\n\n[OOC: If practical, Miles will use a 5' step to maintain flanking for Sedryn.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fortunes reversed in an instant, the two remaining thugs find themselves literally in a dead end. Instead of surrounding and outnumbering Aeroz and Miles four to two, the thugs are now trapped in the alley, outnumbered three to two.\n\nMiles is badly injured, but he holds his ground. Meanwhile Aeroz, sensing a shift in fortunes, presses the attack, slashing one of the remaining thugs mercilessly with both daggers.\n\nSedryn is unable to get at the remaining thugs due to the narrowness of the alley, but any additional intervention is unnecessary - the two thugs drop their clubs and fall to their knees, begging for mercy.\n\n...\n\n\nBoris continues to bob, duck, and weave, avoiding Urgal's massive, grasping hands. Boris lands another pair of solid blows, one of which fractures Urgal's nose - blood sprays liberally down Urgal's face and onto his flabby chest. Urgal cries out in rage while the crowd goes bananas!\n\nUnfortunately, a moment later, Boris' luck finally runs out - Urgal grabs Boris' arm, ducks underneath, and suplexes Boris into the mud. Before Boris can recover, Urgal has him in a vise-like headlock. Urgal plunges Boris face-first into the mud again and again and again and again. Urgal doesn't stop even after Boris' body goes limp.\n\nThe crowd, which had been wildly cheering, falls silent. A few whisper and mutter to each other. \"He's going to kill him!\" \"By the gods, somebody stop him!\" Urgal glares at the crowd challengingly as he continues to slam Boris into the mud; the villagers lower their eyes. The halfling averts his gaze and smirks grimly as he begins counting out coins to settle the bets." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nWith the thugs subdued, Miles leans heavily against the wall.\n\nMiles will quickly draw his wand of Cure Light Wounds, and cast CLW on himself once.\n\nTo Aeroz, \"Aeroz, will you please search these two and feel free to be rough about it.\" Miles glares at the two thugs.\n\nTo Sedryn, \"Sedryn, you have my sincere thanks. If you had not arrived just then, I might not have survived the fight.\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Miles, Aeroz are you alright? Get these three tied up. While I find out who the woman is. If you can wait I will tend to your wounds after that.\" Sedryn says handing Miles and Aeroz his rope.\n\nSedryn turns and readies himself in case the woman attacks, saying \"Alright the show's over who ever you are, who are you and what are you doing here?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Thank you Miles, I beleive I will\"\n\nA wicked grin forms on Aeroz's face. He begins searching the thugs thouroughly. Every time they resist, he nicks them with his dagger. He then cuts off all of their clothes and forces them into a wall. The grin becomes even wider as he continues his sweet revenge.\n\n\"Have either of you been in a Calimport theives guild before? No? Well I have, and they are not to forgiving there. The punishments are harsh, and harsher to those outside of the guild. Normally, I would cut off your fingers, but I may choose otherwise if you tell us everthing you know about the halfling and what is going with the mud bowl.\"\n\nAeroz raises his dagger and waves it threateningly. If they dont beleive him, he will follow through with his threat and cut off their thumbss. He will also accept any help he recieves during the process\n\n[OOC: Intimidate +0, but I think there will be a circumstance modifyer due to the fact that Aeroz is holding a blade to their throats. Ooh, I wonder what kind of XP I got off that, and if they are carrying any items of value, I will be most happy." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nThe girl, hearing the sudden change in the crowd's behavior, snaps out of her trance and focuses on the world around her. A few moments later, the girl is on her feet, leaping into the pit as she charges at the man pummeling Boris. \"Put him down right now! He's already lost, stop beating on him!\" Of course, already assuming that the man will not stop his actions, the girl slows down upon entering the arena, facing the man with a normal standing stance, though her arms and legs are held loosely, prepared to roll or jump if need be. Her left hand holds the waterskin prepared earlier this day, one thumb on the cork, and her right hand dips into the mud, coming out with a large glob of it held within its grasp." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles tend to his wounds as Aeroz ties up the two thugs. One is bleeding from several slashes inflicted during the melee.\n\nSedryn calls out to the dark-skinned woman he had passed at the entrance to the alley, but gets no response. He cautiously walks over to the entrance and looks up and down the street, but he sees no sign of her. Her identity will remain a mystery for now.\n\nAeroz begins his sadistic torture/interrogation of the thugs. When they resist talking, he cuts them more deeply and seems to be preparing to make good on his threat to cut off their thumbs.\n\nSedryn and Miles watch uneasily ...\n\n...\n\nSheyra faces Urgal across the Mud Bowl. Urgal slams Boris one last time into the mud, then discards Boris like an unwanted rag doll.\n\nThe crowd holds its collective breath. The halfling begins to protest but Urgal silences him with a glare." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Rogue Cleric) \n \"Hey now! Aeroz there is no need for that I'm sure that these gentlemen will tell us what we what to know if we ask nicely. Miles and Aeroz you watch these two while I take this one over there to treat his wounds.\" Leaning over to Miles he whispers, \"I need you to make sure that Aeroz doesn't harm the other two or it will ruin my spell.\" \n\nSedryn takes the most wounded conscience thug 10' from the others and binds his wounds then casts Cure Minor Wounds and then Charm Person. All the while explaining that Aeroz meant no harm he just gets a little worked up sometimes and after we clam him down everything will be fine.\n\nAfter the spell is cast Sedryn ask, \"Now tell me about your boss, you know the Halfling running the Mud Bowl competition.\" \n\n{OOC - Sedryn uses some of the cut off clothes to bind the thug's wounds. Then cast Cure Minor Wounds (Giving up a Detect Magic) heals 1 hit point. Then casts Charm Person (DC 13). While he questions the thug he will use Sense Motive and either Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate which ever is appropriate.\n\nBluff +1\nDiplomacy +1\nHeal +8\nIntimidate +1\nSense Motive +2}" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nFeeling slightly better, Miles pushes himself away from the wall toward Aeroz.\n\n \"Aeroz, that wasn't what I had in mind. I don't agree with needless torture. Its true they assaulted us, but we gained the upper hand. Please take it easy and lets see what Sedryn has in mind. Did they have anything of value in their pockets?\" \n\nMiles will carefully watch Aeroz. If he continues to harm the thug(s), he will attempt to intervene.\n\n[OOC: We may still be in a tight spot, I don't know what kind of law, if any, exists in this small town.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz and Miles keep an eye on one of the thugs while Sedryn heals the other.\n\nAs Sedryn ministers to the thug's wounds, he speaks gently and encouragingly to the thug. Soon, his gentle words have won the thug over, and he begins to talk.\n\nThe thug freely explains that \"Larrec\" the halfling runs the town using his \"deputies\" (the thugs and flunkies). Urgal acts as an \"enforcer\". No one dares cross the halfling out of fear of being beaten up by a gang of \"deputies\" or, even worse, Urgal himself.\n\nThe thug doesn't know anything about Sheyra specifically, but he did overhear the halfling tell Urgal that he would, \"take care of that wench.\"\n\nAs the thug keeps talking, his eyes keep flickering to the end of the alley, as if expecting others to arrive any minute." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Now that that is settled with. My equipment please. I really, really hate doing things like that. Now if you would be so kind to give it back.\"\n\nAeroz turns to where the thug was glancing.\n\n\"I dont think anyone there will provide too much help as of now...\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will wait for a response from Sedryn. If Sedryn casts a heal on Miles, great. If not, Miles will use another charge from his wand, then put it away.\n\nTo Sedryn and Aeroz, \"I suggest we re-group with your other associates. We could still have problems with more thugs while we remain in town. We will be better off in a larger group.\" \n\nMiles will wait for Sedryn and Aeroz to be ready to head back..." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"How many 'deputies' does Larrec have? What do you mean by running the town? And who are you looking for? The woman at the mouth of the alley left was she a freind of yours?\" Sedryn continues the questions.\n\nSpeaking to Miles and Aeroz \"Can either of you think of any questions you would like to ask?\" \n\nAs the thug talks Sedryn will check Miles' wounds and cast Cure Moderate Wounds.\n\n\n To Sedryn and Aeroz, \"I suggest we re-group with your other associates. We could still have problems with more thugs while we remain in town. We will be better off in a larger group.\" \n\n \"I agree we should stick together and take these three with us.\" Sedryn replies.\n\n{OOC - Roll sent to DR. Rolled a 16}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The talkative thug estimates that there are about a dozen \"deputies\" that \"keep order\" in Ingdal's Arm.\n\nGenerally the populace has been pretty docile, so the four thugs weren't expecting much of a fight from Aeroz and Miles. They aren't \"looking for anyone\" - they were just trying to teach Aeroz \"a lesson\" for cutting up their friends.\n\nThe thug doesn't know anything about a dark-skinned girl, but he mentions that the thug that fled might be able to scrape up three or four other thugs, so sticking around the alley might not be a great idea.\n\nYou have two thugs in custody, but there is a third lying unconscious on the ground.\n\nAeroz recovers his weapons while Sedryn heals Miles.\n\n\nOOC: The two conscious thugs can walk, but will slow you down. Are you planning to heal the unconscious thug or just leave him behind? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Meanwhile, back at the Mud Bowl, Sheyra and Urgal face off ...\n\nUrgal taunts Sheyra, \"Come here little girl. Urgal won't hurt you. Urgal just wants to give you a little hug!\"\n\nSheyra reaches down and grabs a handful of mud, which she hurls at Urgal. It splats across his chest harmlessly. He laughs. \"Ha! You fight like a girl!\"\n\nHe reaches for her, but she dodges to the side. She continues to zig zag, just out of reach of Urgal's grasping hands, leading Urgal away from Boris' body. Then she sprays the contents of her waterskin into Urgal's face. The soapy water splashes into Urgal's eyes. He roars as if the soap were acid.\n\nSheyra quickly circles around Urgal and kneels beside Boris. She uses all of her strength to drag Boris to the side of the Mud Bowl where friendly spectators pull him out of the pit to safety. Meanwhile, Urgal whirls around blindly trying to locate Sherya. He swings his arms widely, hoping to catch her in his grasp.\n\nJust before he manages to blink the soap out of his eyes, Sheyra plunges back into the pit and uses her legs in a sliding tackle, trying to bring Urgal down. Unfortunately, Urgal's legs are like tree trunks; she crashes into them, but they do not budge.\n\nUrgal grunts happily (now that he knows where Sheyra is) and falls to one of his knees dropping almost his entire body weight onto Sheyra's extended leg. With a sickening crack , ligaments and tendons snap; Sheyra fights to suppress a scream as her leg folds sideways.\n\nUrgal smiles, revealing black rotten teeth. Sheyra is close enough to smell the stink of his fetid breath." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz belts his two rapiers and reconceals his daggers. He then straps his crossbow to his belt.\n\n\"I think we should just leave them here. We should head back to the mud bowl. I dont think Boris did so well agains the big guy. Plus, even if he did win, we would have some money to collect. Then I need a stiff drink. All this skirmishing and stuff left me a little stressed.\"\n\nAeroz turns around and give the thug a mean glance\n\n\"The only remaining question is if we leave them, should we knock them out or just kill them? If we take them, we do need some way to restrain them.\"\n\nAeroz then cracks his neck\n\n\"Sedryn, we still need a way out of here. Perhaps you can persuade these men into giving us some aid...\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n \"I think we should knock them out, and get back to the mud bowl as quickly as possible. I am very much against killing them, there has already been enough bloodshed for one day.\" \n\nTo Sedryn, \"Thank you, I feel MUCH better.\" \n\nTo both, \"I think we may have to leave Ingdal's Arm, it is not likely to be safe after dark.\" Miles states with a grim expression." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Rogue Cleric) \n\nSedryn will check on the unconscious thug and bind his wounds if necessary, saying \"I agree with Miles let's limit the blood shed if possible and I think we need to do something to free this village from the thugs that are running it. Miles is there any of the towns people that are trustworthy and ready to help stand up to the thugs? We can take these to them and have them expose Larrec.\" \n\nSedryn will lead off, suggesting that the uncharmed thug carry his unconscious friend while he keeps the charmed thug near him with Miles and Aeroz following behind." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will follow Sedryn's lead, letting him call the shots while the thug is still charmed.\n\n [Miles will remain armed and ready, just in case. Wooden shield in off-hand, Scimitar in primary hand.] \n\n[OOC: DR, I assume Miles has his companion, Serrah (the horse), stabled somewhere. Is it safe to assume this was relatively close to where the \"Mud Bowl\" was being held?]\n\n[OOC2: Is Aeroz still badly wounded? If so I can use my Wand of CLW to save Sedryn's spells.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra slams a phoenix eye fist into Urgal's temple, stunning him briefly. She backpedals, limping, to give herself room to fight.\n\nUrgal shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, then roars with rage and lurches toward Sheyra, spraying mud everywhere. Sheyra nimbly tumbles to the side, avoiding his charge.\n\nAlmost like a bull fighting a matador, Urgal skids to a halt, spins around, and charges again. This time, Sheyra doesn't manage to dodge to the side quickly enough, Urgal's heavy fist picks her up and sends her small body flying through the air. She lands heavily in the mud, but she rolls to her feet clutching her chest. Three ribs are cracked.\n\nUrgal grins, sensing victory. Once again, he charges. Ignoring the pain in her leg and chest, Sheyra spins in place, planting a back kick in Urgal's gut. The power of the kick coupled with Urgal's forward momentum knocks the wind out of Urgal's sails with a satisfying \"OOOF!!\"\n\n\"AyiiiAAA!!!\" Sheyra spins again, her heel catches Urgal in the jaw, just below his ear. He drops to the mud, out cold.\n\nThe fight is over. The cheering crowd pours into the Mud Bowl, catching Sheyra just as she is about to collapse from exhaustion and pain. A sea of hands lifts her up and passes her out of the Mud Bowl, almost reverently, then the villagers' hands lay her gently on the ground next to Boris.\n\nThe halfling, seeing which way the wind is blowing, begins to pack up his table and gold, but a half dozen citizens block his way. He looks around for his henchmen, but just then he sees the approach of Miles, Aeroz, and Sedryn with their three captive thugs. The crowd sees them arrive as well and realizes that in one fell swoop the halfling's gang has been broken. The halfling's shoulders slump and he hangs his head.\n\nThe crowd begins to cheer for Aeroz, Sedryn, and Miles as if they are returning heroes from a distant war, \"Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!\" The crowd parts and Aeroz, Sedryn, and Miles are led to their friends - Boris, unconscious, and Sheyra, nearly so.\n\nThe halfling, the three thugs captured by your party, and Urgal are led (or dragged) away by a crowd of villagers, and the halfling's few remaining henchmen are soon rounded up as well." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Well, I wasn't expecting a celebration. At least we dont have to worry about the halfling and his ape.\"\n\nLooking at Sheyra and Boris, unconsicous on the floor, Aeroz kneels and tries to wake them up. Then he gets sedryn and Miles to work their magic on the two unconscious people.\n\n\"Hey, whatever happended to Lithandrill anyways? With him fighting as well, there was no way we could have lost that mud bowl. And may I remind you about our little \"trip\" to Velprintalar?\"\n\n[OOC: XP time, XP time. Its like happy hour, minus the booze and drunken karoke singers. SHudders]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn seeing Miles and Sheyra hurt will tend their woounds and cast CLW on each of them.\n\n \"Praise Lathander that the town is free of the thugs.\" He says while tending the wounded.\n\n{OOC -\nRoll sent:\nSheyra - 6\nBoris - 9}" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra sighs with relief as she feels the healing magic flow through her, lessening the pain in her leg and chest. She winces slightly but goes to her feet, leaning slightly on her left leg to lessen the pain from her injuries to her right leg.\n\n \"Thanks, Sedryn.\" She bows slightly in thanks, then rises again as she raises a question. \"...I don't suppose anyone knows what exactly is going on around here, do you? I'm a bit confused, myself...\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will defer to Sedryn with regard to healing, however he is ready to assist if necessary.\n\nMiles will tell Sheyra what happened in the alley and the events leading up to that encounter. He will also explain how the town was supposedly under the boot of the \"thugs\".\n\nTo Sheyra, \"By the way, nice work on putting that smelly pile of garbage in his place!\" \n\n[OOC: Well what do you know about that, we sorta \"backed into\" being the heroes of Ingdal's Arm.]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Well aparently, the halfling and Urgal were controlling this town, and being asses about it too. Me, Sedryn and Miles cleaned up most of their \"enforcers\". You did good kid, but come on, maybe we can get some horses now. We did make some good money, right? Right?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The villagers celebrate enthusiastically, lauding your party as heroes.\n\nRungal and Berwyn graciously bow out of the competition, and everyone agrees that Sheyra deserves the 200 gp purse. They throw in an extra 300 gp from the halfling's \"winnings\". When they hear about your ongoing journey, two light horses are offered to your group.\n\nRevelry continues as the sun sets and into the night. You find Lithandrill passed out in a local tavern, having imbibed a bit too much Rashemi fire wine . He mumbles that he's tired of running and just wants to be left alone. You have no choice but to oblige him.\n\nIn the morning, most of the town is pretty hungover, but Aeroz, Sedryn, Boris, and Sheyra have their minds on the journey to Velprintalar. Even with the horses, it will take half a tenday to get to the capital city. The locals tell you that the road is rough and dangerous - it has been mostly unused since the sea lanes were opened.\n\nPerhaps a guide might be useful?\n\n\n Check OOC thread for wrap up. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles speaks to the group: \"I mentioned before we got caught up in all the \"festivities\" here in Ingdal's Arm, that I am willing to guide the group. I am willing to lead you to the capital city, and I can be quite useful while travelling overland. I have my own horse/companion. I will leave the decision up to your group.\" \n\nMiles will retrieve Serrah from where ever she had been stabled. Since she has been cooped up, I will provide a treat for her.\n\n[OOC: Are we going to split up at least a portion of the gold acquired at the end?]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Miles I would be glad to have you guide us to the capitol.\" Sedryn says, turning to the rest of the party he continues, \"What say the rest of you? I can assure he is handy in a fight.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, you did prove that you could handle yourself back there in that skirmish. We can take you along, but you might want to watch yourself. We've attracted some unwanted company. Once we get out on the road, I'll tell you more about it. Until then, welcome aboard\"\n\nReminding himself of the trouble they had back at the Black Bat , Aeroz will glance around to see if anyone suspicious has been following them.\n\n[OOC: Search: +8; Spot: +2 Or the other way around. I sent you my rolls]" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n \"Well of course you can come along. I see no problem with it, and I don't think anyone else would mind, seeing as how you helped the rest of us out with this... problem we had here in town.\" \n\n(OOC: I apologize for the short post, but class is about to start...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Seeing no reason to waste any time, your party sets off for Urve (the next city to the east) at first light.\n\nAeroz and Sheyra claim the two light horses. Sedryn and Miles have their own mounts, and Sedryn's mule can carry some extra supplies.\n\nYou also have the 500 gp you've recently acquired.\n\nLithandrill remains passed out from his excesses during the festival, and is clearly in no condition to travel. Boris agrees to stay behind with Lithandrill until he recovers. If possible, both will try to catch up with the main group later.\n\n...\n\nAs the four of you leave Ingdal's Arm, heading into the sunrise, the sea sparkles to your left. Soon, however, the road veers away from the sea and you find yourselves travelling through wooded wilderness.\n\nMiles assures you that Urve is one day's hard ride away, but the road you are on has been little used of late. At one time (before the establishment of the sea lanes) the road was fairly busy, and the brush was kept cleared for one bow's shot to each side of the road. Now, however, the wilderness seems intent on reclaiming the road. You are forced to ride single file, with obscuring waist high brush brushing against your legs and the sides of your mounts.\n\nAeroz rides at the rear, occasionally peering intently back towards Ingdal's Arm with his sharp elven eyes. He does this for the better part of the first hour on the road until he is sure that no one has followed the four of you out of the city.\n\n\nOOC: Please update your character sheets to reflect your new mounts. Also, please resolve IC how you plan to divide/share the treasure. And, finally, please establish a \"marching order\". " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, now that were a good distance away from the town I might as well tell you our predicament. Lithandrill, Sedryn and I were at a bar one night and...\" Aeroz tells the tale of how he, sedryn, lithandril and a halfling who ditched them at the last minute made their way from Hlondleth to where they are now.\n\nHe takes one glance back for good measure and continues riding along.\n\n\"You know, I never thought I would find myself riding one of these. I find them quite uncomfortable.\"\n\n[OOC: Well, a composite longbow or heavy crossbow has been added to my shopping list. For some reason, Aeroz has a potion of fly, which could be useful. Also I would consider getting some elven chainmail, but its a bit too expensive right now. But I do need a better ranged weapon than my current.]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles would like a share of the money acquired from the town. However, since Sheyra took care of Urgal, I think she should keep the 200gp purse from the Mud Bowl.\n\nMiles will take the lead after we have left the town, moving out in front of the rest of a group a bit but not out of sight. Miles suggests the \"marching order\" to be: Miles---------Sherya--Sedryn----Aeroz .\n\n[OOC: DR, Miles (with Serrah) will be riding a bit ahead of the rest in a \"scouting\" type role. Keeping alert for the possibility of bandits especially in places where an ambush is possible. Once per hour, Miles will dismount and take a moment to check for signs of other humanoids/monsters/etc. using Tracking (Survival +7) .]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you ride, you discuss how to best divvy up the small amount of gold you've acquired.\n\nThe morning passes uneventfully.\n\nMiles chooses a small wooded glade just off the main road where the four of you dismount and break for lunch.\n\n\nOOC: Who's got food? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: I DO!!! I DO!!!]\n\nAeroz dismounts his horse and reaches into his backpack. He pulls out a couple slices of bread and some preservative. He then procedes to eat his lunch.\n\n\"So? What now? Boris and Lithandrill arent with us, and we need to get to Velprintalar soon. But until then, whats our course of action?\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\n[OOC: DR, rolls emailed to you.]\n\nMiles will spend a short time foraging for food, to suppliment the groups food supply. [ 1st roll ]\n\nAfter lunch Miles will look for signs fortelling the weather for the next couple of days. [ 2nd roll ]\n\nMiles will also do a routine check of the horses, just to be safe.\n\nTo the group: \"I think we should split the money earned from Ingdal's Arm equally. With the exception of the money from the main purse, which I feel should be Sheyra's...since she risked life and limb for it. I strongly disagree with just creating a shopping list, it is not an equitable way of dividing gold (cash). Sheyra and Sedryn how do you feel?\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n To the group: \"I think we should split the money earned from Ingdal's Arm equally. With the exception of the money from the main purse, which I feel should be Sheyra's...since she risked life and limb for it. I strongly disagree with just creating a shopping list, it is not an equitable way of dividing gold (cash). Sheyra and Sedryn how do you feel?\" \n\n \"I think that is a good idea, Miles, Sheyra certainly earned the purse fighting with Urgal. Splitting the rest evenly is just.\" Sedryn says as he cares for his horse and mule. Then he gets out his rations and begins to eat saying, \"I need to remember to buy food for the trail before setting out. Anyone need something to eat? I have some to share if needed.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles bags a brace of rabbits, which will nicely supplement your provisions.\n\nHe also scans the skies and sniffs the air, then concludes that you are in for some crisp, clear days ahead - perfect for travelling.\n\n...\n\nLunch passes uneventfully, but as everyone begins packing back up, the four of you hear faint rustling coming from the road up ahead. The sounds are far away, but approaching fast." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert. \n\nFinishing his lunch, Aeroz hears the faint rustling. He casually reaches for one of his rapiers, but does not draw it. Keeping his ear out for any other noises that might accompany the rustling." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rustling gets louder, and now you can hear squeaking and chittering as well. There is still no one visible on the road however." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles, upon hearing the chittering, will ready his Scimitar and Shield prepared for something to jump up out of the grass.\n\nTo the group, \"Prepare yourselves! It sounds like we may have attracted some scavengers.\" \n\n[OOC: It looks like Aeroz is getting his wish.]" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra seems to ignore the rustling, concentrating on finishing what remains of her lunch. She does, however, stay alert, ready to move should any hostiles appear.\n\n(Readied Action, on sighting of hostiles (assuming that they are indeed hostile) Sheyra will move backwards about 20 ft. to access the situation.)\n\n(OOC: After this little situation we need to discuss the money again, I don't mind getting the 200 gp but I can't carry it, it's way too heavy for me.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n[OOC: You do mean asess, dont you? Anyway, the light crossbow isn't doing anything for me as of now. The range is too short, and I need a better ranged weapon. And a car.]\n\nAeroz will stand up, draw one of his rapiers and will move foreward slowly. When he gets close to the source of the noise, he will poke his rapier in any cover to draw anyone who is hiding out." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn and Miles stand, weapons ready, while Sheyra continues munching on her trail rations.\n\nAeroz bares a rapier and moves forward towards the rapidly approaching disturbance, until he is about 30 ft from the rest of the group.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: PM sent to Frojoe: \n Aeroz sees a wave of small, black, wriggling rodents charging towards the party's little \"picnic\" at full speed.\n\nThe \"front\" of the wave of rats is about 20 ft wide. At its widest, the swarm is 10 ft \"deep\" from front to back.\n\nAeroz estimates that there might be over 500 rats in the swarm. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"RATS!!! I HATE RATS!!!\"\n\nAeroz yanks out a dagger and tries to \"shoo\" them away.\n\n Super happy sunshine full attack of DOOOOM\nFor hit +3/+3/+1\nDamage: 1d6+1, 1d4+1, 1d4+1\nSending you the rolls daring " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn and Miles hear Aeroz cry out a warning as he draws a dagger with his left hand. In an eyeblink, a swarm of black rats sweeps over and around Aeroz.\n\nSheyra reacts quickly, cartwheeling away, giving herself some breathing room." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nUpon hearing Aeroz's yelp, Miles will cautiously move in the direction of Aeroz. He is waiting to see how large the threat is.\n\n[OOC: I don't know how far away Aeroz is, Miles will do a move-move action if it is practical. However, Miles is not planning to enter melee this round.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn stands ready, mace in hand and shield slung, to bash any rats coming his way." }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nCartwheeling backwards, Sheyra gets a glimpse of the swarm of rats. Her attention riveted by the horrific sight, she fails to make her landing and stumbles to the ground, falling on her butt as she looks on, eyes wide. She crawls backwards, never taking her eyes off the rats. \"I... I... Oh my god...\" \n\n(OOC: Did I forget to mention that Sheyra has a tremendous fear of all things rodent? Guess I did. ;))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The mass of rats overwhelms Aeroz; for a moment, he seems to be literally covered in small black rodents. He pokes and slashes about himself, killing several of the little beasts, but the swarm doesn't even pause. Like water flowing around a rock, the rats literally swarm over, under, and around Aeroz, then they move on, leaving him covered in tiny scratches.\n\nIn a few seconds, the swarm reaches Sedryn and Miles. Sheyra, farther back, watches in horror as they too are swallowed up by the mass of rats.\n\n\n\nOOC: Aeroz kills 3 rats outright. He takes 2 points of damage. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will spend his entire round attempting to defensively disengage from the swarm. This may not be easy, but he would like to be able to cast a spell next round.\n\nMiles shouts, \"Spread out! They may not be able to attack all of us if we are farther apart!\" \n\n[OOC: Sorry, short on time this morning.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn tries to get out of the way of the swarm. Swinging his mace at any that approach. Once out of the swarm Sedryn will take a days rations and throw it down the road away from the party." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles and Sedryn quickly move aside and watch in amazement as the rat swarm passes between them, a black writhing river of rodents 20 ft wide and 10 ft from front to back.\n\nThe rats pay them no mind, and keep scrabbling along, ignoring even the pack of rations Sedryn throws aside to distract them. Sheyra is directly in their path. She scrambles backwards, panic in her eyes, as what seems like 1000 rats rush towards her ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz continues to hack away at the rats. He then takes a look into the area where the rats were spawned from. Still with his fear of all things swamy he still keeps a hackin'.\n\n Sull attack +3/+3\nDamage: 1d6+1, 1d4+1\nHP: 10\nAC: 17\nSending you the rolls daring " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nSensing an opportunity, Miles moves into action...\n\nMiles will position himself to make sure the rat swarm is within range of his spell. Miles will cast Calm Animals on the Rat Swarm.\n\nMiles shouts, \"I am attempting to calm the swarm, take no agressive actions against them!\" \n\n[OOC: If necessary Miles' first action is a move action to make sure the swarm is in range. Casting Calm Animals is his second action. The area of effect is a 30' radius, so it should effect the whole swarm.]" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra, upon seeing the huge swarm of rats flowing towards her, shrieks and scrambles away as fast as possible on hands and knees, picking herself up as she goes until she is in a full-blown dash away from the rats, running as fast as possible until the rats are out of sight." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Alright Miles, Give it your best!\" says Sedryn as he moves towards his horse and mule to calm them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz slashes and thrusts at the trailing edge of the swarm, slaying another three or four rats.\n\nMeanwhile, Miles gently sings to the rats, making pacifying gestures at the same time. The swarm stops in its tracks, and the individual rats begin to mill about purposelessly. Many of them turn around and look behind them, with almost a human expression of worry and fear on their pointy faces. They then disperse, disappearing into the underbrush.\n\nWhen Sheyra sees that the rat swarm has dissapated, she circles back around to rejoin the group. Her eyes are wide and she is breathing heavily, more from panic than from the physical exertion.\n\nAeroz chases down individual rats for a while poking and stabbing until he has probably a dozen skewered on his rapier. Eventually, however, he tires of this \"sport\" and, like Sheyra, soon returns to the group.\n\n\nOOC: Corrected the number of rats in my earlier posts (actually there were 600 rats). Miles manages to affect all 8 hit dice worth of rats with his spell. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles turns to the group with a look of relief on his face...\n\n \"Is anyone seriously hurt? I am really glad that worked. Sheyra are you going to be ok, would you like to rest for a few minutes?\" \n \"We should pack up and move on just in case there are more swarms that might be nearby.\" \n\n[OOC: DR, PM sent to you.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Other than the few scratches Aeroz received, no one appears to be hurt.\n\nYour mounts were spooked at first, but they calm down quickly once the rats scatter, leaving you to wonder what that was all about.\n\nIt did not appear that the rats were necessarily targeting any of you specifically, but you definitely got the sense that the rats were running away from something ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n[ooc: Fewf. I am so glad Aeroz did't get the plague. He just got over it las month[/simpson reference]]\n\nPatting up his scratches and making sure that nothing is infected [heal +2]\n\nAeroz then makes his way to where the rats swarmed out. If they were running away from something, he would find the source.\n\n\"Hate...rats...guhhhh\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles agrees. Something serious must have sent those rats into a frenzy.\n\n \"Ok everyone lets spread out a little and see if we can find whatever set off those rats...before it finds us first. I would rather be prepared.\" \n\nMiles will also begin using Tracking to check for evidence of preditors, etc." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Aeroz let me heal your wounds.\" Sedryn cast two Cure Minor Wounds chanting \"Lathandar may your light send its healing touch.\" \nThen taking up his weapons Sedryn joins the search for what ever spokked the rats." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz's minor wounds are quickly healed by Sedryn's spell.\n\nIt doesn't take long for your group to follow the rats' tracks backward to a forested grove just off of the main road.\n\nIn the middle of the grove, you can see the ruins of an old stone building, perhaps a long abandoned and forgotten inn. A rotting wooden frame sits behind the overgrown walls, likely marking the location of an old well. A small hill sits directly in front of the crumbled stone walls.\n\nIt looks like the rats must have made their home in these ruins. There is no sign of what disturbed them however.\n\nMiles notices that the area appears to be unnaturally quiet. The sun is shining brightly and the trees wave gently in the breeze, but there are no sounds or signs of life." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles says to the group, \"Something isn't right with this place. I don't hear the natural sounds of birds and insects. I will circle around to the back side for a better look. Aeroz, how do you feel about a little stealthy skulking?\" \n\nIf the group agrees, Miles will cautiously circle around the grove to the right. He is hoping to get a look from a different angle.\n\n[OOC: DR, does this place look like it could be an abandoned Druid dwelling, or something similar?]" }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n \"I hate rats... I really, really hate 'em...\" Sheyra shivers at the thought of the rats, then remains silent, eyes closed for a few seconds as she recollects herself.\n\n \"I'll be fine. Just... keep those things away from me!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nSheathing his weapons and readying his crossbow, Aeroz turns to Miles.\n\n\"Sure, why not, I'll tell you what I find.\"\n\nWith that, Aeroz runs off and dissapears, scouting the area for any danger.\n\n[OOC: Hide +8, Move Silently +8, search +4]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles circles around the the right. He wonders if this could be an old druidic shelter, but as he explores he realizes that the sharp angles and layout suggest a mundane building instead. Likely a small waystation or inn, long abandoned.\n\nAeroz circles around to the left. He slinks down into the underbrush and moves as silently as a snake. To Sedryn and Sheyra, who wait patiently by the little hillock in front of the ruins, it is as if Aeroz vanishes.\n\nFor all of his stealth, however, Aeroz finds nothing to explain the strange fleeing of the rats." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Zen I Vill take 20 on ze check, for ze rules permit it, and the diceroller always gives me one high, one low, never random. Could I use nadaka's?]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will complete his circle of the ruins for the sake of completeness. Finally joining back up with Sedryn and Sheyra.\n\nMiles says, \"I didn't see anything unusual, but I still have a very uneasy feeling about this place. We can either investigate further, or simply leave it alone and continue on our way. We don't know what may be inside.\" \n\n[OOC: I will go with the consensus of the group, check it out or leave it alone.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Clreic) \n \"I think we would do well to check out the buildings. I do not wish to be surprised on the road by something coming up on us from behind.\" Sedryn says reading himself to go into the ruins." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Sedryn says this, the small hill in front of the ruined inn comes to life. A ragged slit opens up in the center of the \"hill\" revealing a dark, musty crevasse.\n\nA man-sized tendril of vines and grasses reaches out and grabs him around the waist before he can even swing his mighty mace. The \"arm\" constricts, picks up Sedryn, plate mail and all, and passes him to the open \"mouth\".\n\nAs Sheyra, Aeroz, and Miles watch in horror, Sedryn is swallowed whole ...\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Actions can be posted here in the IC thread. Other online dice rollers are fine as long as the results are emailed to me at [email protected] . \n Initiative \n\nAeroz 19 (16 + 3)\nSherya 11 (9 + 2)\nMiles 9 (4 + 5)\nSedryn 4 (3 + 1)\n\n Current HP \n\nSedryn 13 (23 - 10)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nStill hidden, Aeroz draws his crossbow and loads a bolt. Taking aim and looking for a weak spot, Aeroz fires.\n\n SHT!!! That thing just ate Sedryn!!! \n Ranged attack +5\nAC 17\nHP 12\nSneak attack +2d6\nNadaka's is down, so I'll use crappy racist Irony " }, { "author": "Nyna", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nEyes wide, Sheyra shakes her head in a mixture of disbelief and horror as Sedryn is swallowed whole by the monster. ...And what am I supposed to do against that? Sedryn, you better get out soon... The girl slips into her fighting stance, not moving forward though ready to move in any direction should the beast come towards her while looking around to find some way she can possibly do something without getting eaten herself... perhaps climbing on top of it?\n\n[Readied action, will tumble away if beast comes near]\n[Spot to see if there is something she can climb nearby so that Sheyra can jump on top of the thing to pummel it. check +3]\n\n(OOC: o_O Sedryn got eaten? Didn't see that coming...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz tries his best to judge what part of the \"hill\" might be a vital organ. Now that the monster is in motion, it appears to be a roiling mass of vine-like writhing tendrils with no obvious organs. His crossbow bolt sails directly into the center of the plant beast and disappears without having had any obvious effect.\n\nSheyra crouches, watching intently for an opening of some kind." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n \"What in the name of Chauntea is that!!!\" \n I wonder what that is... \n\nMiles will make reasonably sure he is not in melee with the creature, and cast Produce Flame .\n\nNext Round:\n\nMiles will make a ranged touch attack against the creature using the Produce Flame, dealing 1d6+3 damage." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Arrggh!!\" Sedryn cries as he is swallowed by the plant thing.\n\n{OOC - Edit to reflect what the PC's see}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The plant monster reaches out another tendril towards Sheyra, but she easily dodges aside. The vines whistle past her and move towards Miles.\n\nFire appears in Miles' hand, and he burns the green, sinuous tentacle when it comes near. The vines rear back, as if in pain, however, the black scorch marks quickly disappear, healed almost in an instant.\n\n\n\n Current HP \n\nSedryn ???" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nNext Round:\n\nMiles will make another attack with the Produce Flame spell. He is staying away from the creature as much as possible and still act.\n\n If we don't find a way to get Sedryn back soon, he is in real trouble... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Two flaming arrows hiss out of nowhere and sink deep into center of the \"hill\". The damp vegetation almost instantly smothers the flames as the arrows vanish into the plant monster.\n\nSheyra continues to dodge the first tendril, but a second massive \"arm\" reaches out and catches Miles. Miles' hand is already wreathed in fire, and he sears the vines wrapped around his midsection. The vines sizzle, but are quickly replaced by new plant growth. Slowly and inexorably, Miles is dragged towards the \"mouth\" of the hill.\n\nAeroz fires another crossbow bolt into the plant monster from his hidden vantage point. I wonder where those flaming arrows came from ... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n Where did those flaming arrows come from? ;D \n\nAeroz stops his firing and begins to sneak towards where the arrows came from.\n\nooc: move silently +6, Hide +6, Search +2 Sent you the rolls daring. Nadaka's isn't working for me for some reason. Do any of you know of any other database online dice roller?" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n Oh crap! I'm in deep trouble! \n\nMiles strains and shouts, \"Try something blunt to smash the vines! I think acid or poison might work! HURRY!\" \n\nMiles will attempt to cut himself loose using his scimitar...looking for a narrower spot on the vine.\n\n[OOC: Miles is not really trying to do damage, but I am hoping Miles can wriggle free.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles tries in vain to wriggle out of the tentacle's grasp. The few shallow cuts he makes with his scimitar quickly vanish as cut vines are replaced by new ones.\n\nHe is inexorably dragged closer and closer toward the plant monster's mouth ...\n\nAeroz leaves Sheyra to face the behemoth by herself, and instead edges his way towards the source of the flaming arrows.\n\nHe sees two travellers approaching from the direction of the road. One is a tall human cloaked in black. The other is a scruffy-looking halfling bedecked in leather and a motley collection of blues. They look back at Aeroz (who is no longer hidden behind the brush), but ignore him as they continue to try to attack the plant monster.\n\nThe halfling throws a light javelin into the roiling mass of vines. The human calmly nocks an arrow and fires it toward the behemoth's mouth. As the arrow leaves his bow, it bursts into flame, leaving a trail of smoke as it plunges into the \"hill\". Almost before the first arrow disappears, the archer has nocked and fired another arrow. It also bursts into flame, but it appears to have as little effect as the other arrows and the javelin did.\n\nJust before Miles is swallowed up, he cries out, \"Smash them!!! Smash them!!!\" Then, like Sedryn, he disappears into the belly of the beast ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I'm not going to ask what you are doing here, but what in the hells is that thing? By the way, do you have a flint? Those fire arrows seem to be doing some good, and two of my freinds have been eaten as of yet.\"\n\nWith that, Aeroz reloads his crossbow and lets a bolt fly at the beast." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " The Archer \n \"'Fraid I have no flint, and I also have no idea what that thing is, good to meet you, even under these circumstances.\" says the human as he fires another two arrows into the belly of the beast.\n Damn, it frickin' ate that guy " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Combat summary of first 5 rounds is posted in the OOC thread. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nThe halfling stops a ways away froum the aggressive mound and takes up a warlike stance. He is bedecked in Leather and a motley collection of blues.\nHe chants in a guttural, hissing language and waves his arms violently about. He then flings his torso sideways, hurling his arm out straight towards the mound, and a bolt of faintly bluish, viscous liquid shoots into the thing.\n\nHe cries in a harsh voice, \" What beast is this that you fight, friends ?\"\n\n For those of you knowledgeable of Draconic, it is similar to that language. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz reloads and fires again.\n\n\"Well, I dont know, but thanks for the help. What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius\n\n \"The names Darius, we were walking down the road, and we heard you so we came to check it out... I hope we're not hitting your friend in there he says as he takes out another two arrows and fires them at the monster, as he fires, before each arrow you can hear him muttering something under his breath, but its too quick and quiet for you to make it out" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nHe briefly gives Aeroz an odd, intense stare.\n\n\" Who am I? I might ask the same question of you. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra continues to tumble and dodge the plant's tentacles, but by keeping the monster engaged, she thereby allows Aeroz and the two newcomers to continue to attack the plant monster from a distance.\n\nAeroz's crossbow bolt and Darius' flaming arrows streak into the \"hill\" and are immediately swallowed up by new plant growth.\n\nThe halfling's spell strikes the plant beast with a hiss . Leaves and tendrils immediately begin to blacken and shrivel. A smoking foot wide circle appears on the surface of the \"hill\". The plant's tentacles recoil and wave as if in agony.\n\n\nOOC: The halfling casts Melf's acid arrow causing 7 points of damage this round. The plant also takes 5 points of heat damage internally. Sedryn suffers 4 points of heat damage and 4 points of acid damage. Miles suffers 2 points of heat damage, but casts cure light wounds on himself and heals 5 points of damage. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nThe halfling immediately switched his attention back to the creature they fight, and perorms the same actions once more, finishing with a second acidic bolt flying at the creature.\n\n[OOC]Same thing. Cast Melf's a bit to the side of the hole from the first. Can I get a bit more info on how we're arranged, please?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"The name is Aeroz, and my friends are currently being eaten by that thing. I would appreciate if you would give me your name so I dont have to call you Wottworte II.\"\n\nAeroz keeps firing at the monster." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Wotwortte? Whose that? And who is that girl down there as well, one of your eaten friends children. She seems pretty quick for a kid.\" he says as he draws his bow, firing another two arrows at the monster in rapid succession.\n \"Damn... things having trouble dying!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The giant plant creature seems to become increasingly agitated. It isn't clear whether the missles and acid are beginning to take a toll on the monster, or if something else is going on ...\n\nWithout warning, the plant's \"mouth\" opens and two bodies are ejected, along with some other debris.\n\nThe \"hill\" begins to retreat, crab-like, towards the deeper woods, its tentacles flailing madly.\n\nThe two regurgitated adventurers lie still. Steam rises from one of the inert bodies." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius watches the strange beast retreat, wiating a bit before walking over to the bodies. \"I didn't know their was two of them... are they dead?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nHe emits a low (for a halfling) growl.\n\n\" Garrrrrrr... I will not let this menace escape! \"\n\nHe moves into the clearing, stops abruptly, and goes though the same routine of sharp movements and harsh phrases, before releasing another acidic bolt at the creature.\n\n\" Don't let it get away! \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Don't go after it. There is little point to it. You could do some good by helping those two.\"\n\nAeroz heads to his regurgitated friends. He begins to inspect their injuries and see if either Sedryn or Miles is in any danger of dying. [heal+2]\n\n\"And Wottworte is an old aquiantace of mine, a halfling. We got into a little trouble and ended up in jail. After we escaped, Wottworte went his own way.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Interesting... I'm afraid I'll be of no hope to your friends though.\" says Darius, checking the bodies for pulse.\n\n Hmm, in and out of jail... I may have to be a little more careful around this group. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The halfling's last spell misses as the plant creature retreats into the woods.\n\nBoth Miles and Sedryn lie still on the ground, covered in mucus.\n\nMiles' eyes are open. He can blink and track with his eyes, but otherwise seems to be paralyzed. With great effort he manages to hiss between clenched teeth, \" Ten ... dri ... culos ... \".\n\nSedryn, on the other hand, lies unconscious, steaming like a poker just withdrawn from a fire. As Aeroz kneels down to check for a pulse, he almost burns his hand on Sedryn's armor, which is searingly hot.\n\n\n\nOOC: Please keep track of any items or spells consumed. By my count, Aeroz fired 4 crossbow bolts. Darius fired 8 arrows. The halfling threw a javelin and cast 3 level 2 spells. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Does anyone have water or a potion? I think this man is still hurting!\" \n Uh-oh, I hope that wasn't my arrows that're making him steam like that... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: To help clarify exactly what's been happening, I posted some additional information about the battle in the OOC thread ... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nThe halfling gives a longing look at the retreating beast, but reluctantly returns to his hurt allies. Striding over, he makes a few more gestures and utters some more similar, harsh words.\n\nWhen he reaches the rest of the group, he kneels a little ways from Sedryn and raises his little hands over the man's body. He starts to steam more.\n\n[OOC]Casting prestidigitation . Using the dampen ability to wet his clothes (fire resistance 2 for them, if you care), and then using the chill ability on his armor, to reduce the temp. by 40 o .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra runs over and begins trying to strip off Sedryn's armor as best she can. It is not clear that the halfling's spell is all that effective, but he does what he can to try to cool off the searing armor.\n\nMeanwhile, Miles (still paralyzed) looks meaningfully at a small wand lying just inches from his outstretched fingers." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nNoticing the wand miles is trying to reach, Aeroz picks it up. Examining it and trying to remember when Miles had used it on him.\n\n If Aeroz Can remember :\n\nAeroz will activate the wand and try to heal Miles and Sedryn\n\n If Aeroz can't remember :\n\nAeroz will hand the wand over to the halfling.\n\n\"Hey, maybe you could make this work, cause I sure cant\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\nHe will continue with the cooling & dampening.\n\n If Aeroz gives him the wand he will do any & all proper investigations into its function." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz and the halfling fumble with the wand of cure light wounds , trying this word or that.\n\nEventually, by mumbling, Aeroz seems to stumble upon the correct trigger word (or at least some semblance of the correct sound), and manages to dole out some healing to Miles and Sedryn.\n\nSedryn's metal armor cools rapidly, back to normal. With another \"dose\" from the wand, Sedryn regains consciousness. It is another minute or two, however, before the tendriculos paralysis wears off.\n\n\nOOC: Three charges from Miles' wand are consumed. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Good to meet you, even if under these odd circumstances. The name's Darius.\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter Sedryn recovers from the paralisys he turns to Aeroz and says \"Thanks for healing me.\" Then kneeling facing east begins to pray, \"Lathandar thank you for your aide in the belly of the plant creature. Now please heal your humble servant, that he may continue to spread your light in the world.\" \n\nLooking better Sedryn turns to the party saying \"I knew that heating my armor was going to hurt, but I did not think it would be THAT bad. Anyone else need help?\" \n\nNoticing the new faces Sedryn intorduces himself saying, \"Greetings, I am Sedryn a priest of Lathandar sent by my Abbot to 'Travel toward moring and seek my fate.' Whatever that means, cryptic Abbots.\" \n\n\n{OOC - Sedryn casts Cure Moderate Wounds on himself, healing 17 points (roll sent). How many HP of healing did Sedryn get from Aeroz and the wand?}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " The Halfling \n\n\" Hello, Sedryn, I am Achkby. \"\n\n Achkby \n\nAchkby extends a hand to the intrepid meal." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With the end of the combat, Sheyra sits down cross-legged and begins another deep meditation, leaving the five of you to make your introductions.\n\nThe debris regurgitated along with Miles and Sedryn appears to mostly consist of tiny bones (presumably representing rats who were unable to escape the clutches of the plant creature). A glint of metal or two, however, catches Aeroz's eye.\n\n\n\nOOC: Sedryn is healed back up to 19 hp. Miles is back up to 5 hp. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\nAeroz goes to the source of the glint of metal to see what it is. He picks it up and begins to examine it." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nTo our new friends, \"My thanks for you help, we were sorely in need of it. My name is Miles D'Arcy, humble guide and Druid of Chauntea.\" \n\nTo Sedryn, \"I would appreciate one additional healing spell if you can manage it.\" \n\n[OOC: Sorry for the lack of posts from me, working 12-hour days this week. I will do my best to post in the evenings. Things should be back to normal soon.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Well met Darius and Achkby, thank you for your aide and welcome to our group.\" Sedryn greets the newcomers taking Achby's hand and shaking it firmly.\n\n \"Miles, I do have some spells left.\" Sedryn says as he goes over to Miles and chants, \" 'Lathandar bless us with your healing that we might fight the darkness.' There that should be better.\" \n\n{OOC - Sedryn casts 2 CLW one healing 9 points and one healing 10 points. Rolls sent to Daring Rogue}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Thank you, Sedryn \"\n\nAs Sedryn heals Miles, Achkby stands awkwardly to one side and glances around uneasily.\n\nAfter an few uneasy moments, he says, \" So... umm... where are you, ah, headed? \"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Right now we are headed to Velprintalar, to see the sights of the capitol city.\" Sedryn replies\n\n \"Miles is there a good place to camp close? I think we should camp soon and recover from our adventure.\" Sedryn says as he wanders over to check out the ruins." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With more than half of the day gone, Urve is probably too far to reach by nightfall. Darius and Achkby are invited to stay if they want to.\n\nWith the rats and tendriculos driven away, the ruins of the inn seem like a relatively defensible place to make camp. It is said that animals and creatures of all kinds tend to avoid any area touched by a tendriculos. Judging by how difficult it is to coerce your mounts into staying within the ruined inn's walls, the legend likely has some basis in fact.\n\nMiles scouts out the surrounding area, while Sedryn explores within ruins. The walls are irregular, having crumbled ages ago, but on average it still stands about 6 ft tall.\n\nSheyra meditates while Aeroz pokes around cautiously into the debris regurgitated by the tendriculos. There are many bones of small rodents, but there are also a few large bones, including some that might be humanoid. There are also some metal items - assorted coins (primarily copper and silver), some buttons, an ornate belt buckle, and a bracelet.\n\nAs evening approaches, everyone gathers for a light supper.\n\n\n\nOOC: Please outline your plans for tonight (watch shifts, sleep, meditation, etc.). Unless otherwise specified, I will assume that heavy armor will be removed in order to sleep. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz scoops up the bracelet and the coins before heading to dinner.\n\n\"Hey, can any of you find out of if this bracelet has any value other than being a bracelet?\"\n\n\nooc: Aeroz will take first watch, considering that he needs the least sleep out of everyone. If anyone can detect any magic within the bracelet, Aeroz will wait till morning until he goes into further investigation. Now, thats about it untill I think of something else." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will offer to take first watch with Aeroz.\n\nTo the group, \"I suggest Sheyra and Darius take second watch and Sedryn and Jim take third. I think this way it will give the spellcaster the required amount of rest to regenerate spells.\" \n \"If anyone is short on food, let me know and I will see if I can find more.\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n Aeroz scoops up the bracelet and the coins before heading to dinner.\n\n\"Hey, can any of you find out of if this bracelet has any value other than being a bracelet?\" \n\n \"Aeroz bring the treasures over here and will look at them.\" Sedryn calls.\n\nSedryn casts Detect Magic and examines the bracelet then scans the rest of the remains from inside the tendriculos looking for any magic aura. If any are found Sedryn share the information with the party.\n\n \"I will be happy to take third watch. For some reason, I always enjoy sunrise.\" Sedryn says as he removes his armor and prepares his bedroll and placing his shield within easy reach if he needs it in a hurry. Then he grooms his horse and mule, eats some of his rations, quietly prays for a while, casts Cure Light Wounds on himself and goes to sleep.\n\nUpon being awaken for his watch Sedryn will don his armor and stand his watch.\n\n{OOC - Sedryn's CLW results sent to DR, result 5}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn studies the bracelet carefully. It is a simple silver band, tarnished (presumably from the stomach acid of the tendriculos).\n\nAs he focuses on the bracelet, he senses a faint aura of evocation magic. As he continues to examine the object, he notices faint letters inscribed around the circumference of the bracelet:\n\n- A X E L A K A -.\n\nThe assorted coins are 20 cp and 13 sp.\n\nThe night is clear and quiet. The stars shine brightly and there is a gentle breeze.\n\nThe first watch is uneventful, as is the second.\n\nHowever, just as Sedryn and Achkby are being awakened for their shift by Sheyra and Darius, Sheyra points out a faint moving light in the deep woods, perhaps a few hundred yards away.\n\n\"What is that?\" she wonders." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I think we should wake the others quietly and prepare a surprise for who or what ever is out there.\" Sedryn says as he readies his shield and mace." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius takes out his bow and brings his hand to his quiver, he shakes the sleepers, waking them up and pointing in the direction of the light.\n \"Let's go check it out.\" he whispers." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles rises from his blankets groggy, peering in the direction of the lights and rubbing his eyes.\n\nTo the group, \"I think we should be cautious. I for one can't see well in the dark. We could stumble into something like \"Tendriculos\"...or worse...\" \n\nMiles will quickly ready himself and his gear." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Once everyone is awake, each of you slips out over the ruined walls and creeps carefully toward the mysterious source of light. Only Sheyra remains behind to guard the encampment and your gear.\n\nAeroz takes the lead, with his excellent night vision, and the rest of you spread out somewhat behind and to the side. You make your way through scrub brush and around small trees toward the light.\n\nAfter what seems like an hour (but is likely only 10 minutes), Aeroz hisses and signals for everyone to drop down. Even those of you without low-light vision can see a small campfire burning in a small clearing only 60 ft away from your position.\n\nA silhouetted humanoid is sitting by the fire shivering and trying to get warm. It looks like the humanoid is trying to get the fire going using only small wet sticks. The fire is very smoky and seems to be on the verge of going out. The humanoid blows desperately on the fire to try to keep it going. He or she seems completely unaware of your nearby presence.\n\nAeroz is able to see that the humanoid is a human male. He appears to be completely naked." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nooc: Aeroz Did take the bracelet after Sedryn Examined it\n\n\"Hey, who are you?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn moves forward to greet the humaniod.\n\n \"Greetings fellow traveler, be at peace we mean you no harm. We are traveling this road and are camped near by, tell us your story of how you came here and how you got into your present state.\" Sedryn calmly says.\n\nIf he appears to be about to attack Sedryn will cast Charm Person.\n\n{OOC - If Aeroz wanted the bracelet, Sedryn gave it to him.}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "[Achkby argued about not having a watch, saying he was quite capable, but eventually conceeded that he did indeed need the sleep to prepare spells in the morning. He was also wary of sleeping so near to a plant mound monster.]\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby hisses some more guttural phrases and with a few sharp gestures throws a glow over the stranger. He then stands up and comes out after Sedryn.\n\n[OOC]Oh, um, right, Casting Dancing Lights .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The human leaps up and spins around, startled. The dancing lights flood the clearing with illumination, both partially blinding the man, and prompting him to try to cover up his privates with his hands.\n\nAs he stands and spins, he accidentally kicks dirt onto his sputtering fire. It dies instantly.\n\nHe cowers before you, clearly scared to death, \"Please! Please, don't hurt me!\"\n\nIn the light from Achkby's spell, you can see that the man is not just completely nude, he has also seems to be badly injured - his arms, legs, and face appear to have been scratched by thorns, and his back and torso are covered with red, angry burns - very similar to those that had been inflicted on Miles and Sedryn by the acid in the tendriculos ' stomach." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Easy my good man. We mean you no harm. I am a priest of Lathandar, come with us and we will provide food, shelter and clothing, while you give us your story. I will also tend your wounds, but if fear there is little I can do until morning.\" Sedryn says in a comforting tone of voice.\n\nSedryn hooks his mace to his belt and motions for the man to come back to the camp." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Are you sure we can trust him?\" Darius whispers to Sedryn. \"I know he seems like a good enough guy, but I'm still a bit freaked out... I'll be keeping an eye on him.\" Darius then speaks up loud enough for everyone to hear him, \"Yes, come with us, if anything, you could use some clothes...\" . Darius prepares to attempt to grapple the man if he does anything stupid." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"No, I am not sure we can trust him but we have little choice, we can't leave him like this.\" Sedryn whispers back.\n\nOnce back at camp Sedryn will examine and treat his wounds. Gives him some food and asks, \"Who has some colthes?\" \n\n{OOC - During the exam Sedryn will try to determine the nature of his wounds. Are they acid burns or fire burns?\n\nHealing +8\nRolls emailed\n\nDetermine injuries 17\nHeal injuries 14.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trembling, the man accepts your offers of aid. Someone passes him a cloak, which he uses to cover himself.\n\nSedryn had enough time, however, to observe the stranger's wounds closely. They appear to be chemical or acid burns, rather than damage from actual flames.\n\nWhen you return to your camp at the ruined inn, Sheyra offers him some food, which he greedily downs.\n\nOnce he has warmed up a bit and eaten, he seems to calm down a bit and begins trying to explain what happened to him. He is a young man, perhaps about 21 years old, lanky and pockmarked from acne.\n\n\"I am Corwyn of Urve. I wish I could tell you how I ended up in the woods like this, but I honestly don't know. I was hunting for rabbit in the Yuirwood, checking my traps ... I got a leg tangled up in some vines, I think ...\"\n\nHis brow furrows as he tries to remember what happened next, then shakes his head, frustrated.\n\n\"Next thing I know, I'm lying naked in the middle of a clearing, nearly freezing to death. I tried to make a fire using some sticks, but it wasn't going very well. I'm not sure I would have survived the night if you hadn't rescued me!\"\n\nWhen Sedryn points out his burns, he looks surprised to see them.\n\n\"I hadn't even noticed! What in the lands happened to me?\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will stand behind Sedryn while he examines the stranger. Miles will be ready to act if Sedryn is attacked or harmed in any way.\n\nTo Sedryn, \"Sedryn, I still have one small healing spell left for today. Let me know if you want me to use it on this man.\" \n\n[OOC: After Sedryn is done examining the man, and if Miles thinks there is no danger he will cast Cure Light Wounds.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Corwyn where is Urve and the Yuirwood? We are new in the area and do not know the local places. What is your position in Urve?\" Sedryn continues the questions.\n\n{OOC - How wounded is he? Do I tell Miles to cast his spell?}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhile the others talk and associate with the man, Achkby moves into the clearing and scans the area with his spel. While he has never really known what one should look for in a situation such as this (or, for that matter, any other unexpected situation), he has some natural aptitude for searching and getting by in the wild. Assuming nothing untoward is discovered, he'll return with the rest of the group and stand by as they interrogate and administer aid to the man." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz moves to a spot where there is little in the way. He dons the bracelet.\n\n\"Uhhh...Axelaka?\"\n\nAeroz winces and hopes for the best." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby surreptitiously examines the clearing by the light of the full moon and the dancing lights . He finds nothing remarkable, except for Corwyn's pitiful attempt at making a fire using just a couple of sticks.\n\nSedryn judges that Corwyn is indeed in need of healing, though Corwyn himself seems almost unaware of his injuries, perhaps out of shock and disorientation. Sheyra takes on almost a motherly role, despite the fact that she is his junior by several years.\n\nCorwyn appear to be a simple commoner. He lives in one of the poorer sections of Urve and makes a meager living as a trapper. Most villagers are wary of the dangers of the Yuirwood, but necessity forced Corwyn to take deeper and deeper forays into the dark woods.\n\nAeroz sits by himself some distance away from the others fiddling with the bracelet. He closes one eye and turns away as he intones, \"Axelaka!\" Nothing happens ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"So are you heading back to Urve? That's on the way for me and Achkby. I''m heading in that direction, although I'm not sure where everyone else is going.\" Darius says, a little hesitantly. \"Maybe you could come with us\" \n\n(OOC: Maps are life-savers, aren't they?)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Those two maps show the Yuirwood at very different distances from Vcapital, whatever it's called.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nThe halfling looks up at the mention of his name, but doesn't say anything. He moves in closer to the conversation." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In between bites of bread, Corwyn indicates that he would very much like to return to Urve. He seems ravenous and eats two rations worth of food.\n\nHe gratefully accepts Sedryn's healing, then lies down, wrapped in the borrowed cloak, and sinks into a deep slumber.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: @HempRope - The second map is a bit zoomed in and shows more detail, but otherwise is exactly the same as the first. Right now, you are camped about 2/3 of the way from Ingdal's Arm to Urve. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, what do we do with him? We need to get to Velprintalar very soon. Also, I think I'll keep this little charm. It may come in handy as soon as I figure out how it works.\"\n\nAeroz speaks a few more words: Axel, Lexa, Aka Lexa and that sort of stuff.\n\n[OOc: So, we rested. XPXPXPXPXPXPXP" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"So, you're headed to Velprintar? Do you live there? I live in Corth... well, I sort of live there... it's on the way if you don't mind having us around for a bit. Should we bring this guy with us, or just point him in the right direction? Darius says.\nThen he pulls Achkby aside for a moment and whispers to them. \"I don't think they live in Velprintar, earlier Aeroz was saying something about them and his halfling friend getting in trouble with the law... they seem nice enough, but still... we should be careful.\" \nHe then walks over to the rest of the party with a smile. \"Nice night isn't it? Should any of us be on guard duty tonight? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There are only a few more hours left until sunrise. Most everyone has had enough sleep to get by, but there is a little time left for meditation or study for those who require it.\n\nAs Aeroz plays with the silver bracelet, he tries pronouncing various combinations of the letters in the inscription. Without warning, his feet rise a few inches off of the ground, and he finds himself drifting lazily about the campsite." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, HAlfling Sorcerer \n\n \n Originally Posted by Daring Rogue \n Without warning, his feet rise a few inches off of the ground, and he finds himself drifting lazily about the campsite. \n \n\nAchkby immediately leaps to his feet, and cries, \" My God, man! What is going on!? \"\nHe takes up some sort of odd fighting stance, and his eyes dart around." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf expert \n\n\"Whoaaaa!!! I though evocation was blasting stuff? It appears I'm floating Sedryn so did you make a mistake?\"\n\nAeroz tries to control his flight/float/levitation by shifing his weight and willing himself place to place." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles watches Aeroz with casual interest. He wonders if the braclet might be a convenient tool for spotting things further away.\n\nTo the group, \"If no one needs me, I am going to rest for a while longer so I can regain my spells at dawn.\" \n\nMiles will estimate how long it will take to reach Urve tomorrow.\n\n[OOC: DR, I am assuming that Miles cast CLW even though I didn't see a specific roll made for it.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After a minute or two of experimentation, Aeroz finds himself able to control his altitude as he drifts slowly upward and downward. After a few minutes, however, the magic wears off and he gently descends to the ground.\n\nSedryn looks chagrined at having mis-identified the magical aura of the bracelet the first time around, but fortunately no harm was done.\n\nMiles estimates that it will take about 4 hours to reach Urve in the morning. He then closes his eyes to rest up until sunrise.\n\n...\n\nAs dawn breaks, Sheyra rekindles the fire in preparation for a light breakfast.\n\nCorwyn awakens ravenous again, but as he eats another double set of rations, he begins to look uncomfortable. He clutches his stomach and leans over gagging. He retches twice, and vomits on the ground. Always observant, Aeroz spots a glint of gold in the emesis." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n Eww, gross \n\nCasually drawing a rapier, Aeroz pokes in the vomit, trying to hook the glint of gold onto the finely crafted blade. If he does not have any luck, he will try and drag it out with his boot.\n\n\"Well, the bracelet was an interesting experience. This could be a useful little trinket. Now, lets see what's in this pile of spew...\"\n\n[ooc: Just for reference, what do I call the bracelet for the sake of my inventory. I'm going with bracelet of floatyness.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz picks up the gold item with the tip of his rapier.\n\nI appears to be a gold signet ring. As Aeroz looks closer, he recognizes it as one of the rings given to your group by Prozen.\n\n\n\nOOC: @Frojoe - Bracelet of levitation. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Achkby also slept. And meditated for all spells minus 1 0-lv.\n\nI will be away from tomorrow morning until Sunday night. I apologize for the short notice.\nPlay me if you will, but I'd rather Achkby doesn't die.\n\n\nI weep with Detroit this night. :'(" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius slept as well. \"Disgusting...\" he says. \"Why are you sifting through his vomit?\" he says to Aeroz" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"This is the reason\"\n\nAeroz shows the ring his finger, and the other ring on his rapier.\n\n\"They are the same, and I have a sneaking suspicion we havent been told everything.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hmm? I'm getting confused...\" Darius says, taking a few steps back from Aeroz and Corwyn. \"What you mean, we haven't been told everything? Is this man working with you? What is going on?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz wipes the ring on the ground and pockets it. He does the same for his rapier.\n\n\"No, I have never met this man in my life. I see you dont trust me, with good reason. The ring I have was given to me by a man named Prozen. Me, Wottworte, Sedryn and another man by the name of Lithandril were in Hlondleth when we were framed for a murder. Prozen, who was working for the queen I suspect, snuck us out of jail and put us on a ship to Venprintalar to track down the true assasin. We had to get off a little early because of Sheyra. Miles met us in Indgals Arms and offered to guide us to Velprintalar. Now, what is your story, now that I have told you ours?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"My story... sadly, has ended. I suppose yours continues as we speak, since you are headed to Velprintar, but my brother was... that's besides the point, actually. Anyway, I lived in a very small village, you would never have heard of it though. Invaders came from eastern lands and burned it, but my brother and I escaped. We... split up and I came to Ingdal's Arm to replenish my supplies after a trek through the Yuirwood, I met Achkby in a tavern there, and we watched the events that took place at the mud bowl. We set off on the path to Corth, and heard your battle with that Tendriculous thing, so we decided to help... that's pretty much it.\" \n\n(OOC: Damn, what a long post!)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Mud bowl, eh? The girl, Sheyra placed 4th. She got drugged actually. I helped unravel that and get Urgal out of town.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, I recognized you a little... So this man also works for Prozen?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I wouldn't know. It is worth investegating once I get a chance.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn will arm himself and meditate for his spells.\n\n \"Aeroz, I beleive that ring may be mine. The one I had is missing and I was so intent on treating him that he could have swiped it and I would have never known.\" Sedryn says, then turns and addresses Corwyn, \"Ok, time to tell the truth this time or we leave you here as we found you. I don't like people stealing from me while I am helping them.\" \n\n{OOC - Sorry about not posting, life and work have been pretty busy.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Corwyn begins to tremble. He looks both confused and scared.\n\n\"I swear to you I have no idea where that ring came from! I would never have repaid your generosity by stealing from you! You have to believe me! The last thing I remember was hunting in the woods, then waking up in the clearing last night ...\"\n\nHe begins to look a little green around the gills again and vomits a second time.\n\nThis time, there is no gold, but you note that he's regurgitated a variety of small bones - rat bones by the looks of it." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius takes a quick step back. \"What in the name of-\" he pauses and turns around as if to speak with the party, then whips back, his bow in his hand and an arrow notched, aimed towards the mans throat. \"Alright! You tell us what the hell is going on, now!\" he yells in the guy's face. \"I don't trust thieves, and this guy seems pretty damn suspicious.\" he says to the party." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles rises and moves a short distance away from the campsite in the morning. Facing the rising sun, he kneels in the damp grass softly humming to himself. A short time later he stands smoothly and rejoins the group.\n\n[OOC: After the vomitting incident...]\n\nMiles stays a short distance away from the stranger. Miles strokes his chin observing the manner and movements of the fellow.\n\n There is something very odd about this man... " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Let me think, I seem to remember a diese that might explain this.\" Sedryn says.\n\n{OOC - Trying a knowledge Healing +8 check.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Corwyn kneels, trembling, as Sedryn examines him.\n\nBy the morning light, Sedryn notes a greenish tint to Corwyn's skin, particularly affecting the \"whites\" of his eyes. Corwyn's greasy hair also has a greenish sheen to it and his unwashed locks almost take the appearance of vine-like tendrils.\n\nSedryn considers an interesting diagnosis ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius keeps his bow trained on the man while Sedryn examines him. If he makes any sudden movements, Darius will fire an arrow into his leg. \"Well, what's going on?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles, standing a safe distance away, answers Darius' question grimly, \" Lycanthropy . Though a kind I have to admit I am not familiar with ...\"\n\nCorwyn stands up very slowly, his hands raised. \"W-w-what do you mean?\" he stammers.\n\nBeams of sunlight begin to pierce the trees around the ruined inn as the sun rises. Corwyn slowly backs toward the shadows in a corner of the crumbling stone walls, avoiding any patches of sunlight." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"A werewolf? That is not good. Not good at all?\"\n\nAeroz draws one of his blades and approaches Corwyn.\n\n\"Ok buddy, Step out and dont go all wolfy on me ok? Its ok, just step out.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby smiles at Aeroz.\n\n\" Wolfy ? I don't think he's a were wolf , and I think we may have met him before. \"\n\nHe turns an odd grin on the man.\n\" Though you looked rather different at the time... \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Wait, your saying hes a were-tendricu-thigy?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Ah yes... I suppose we have met him before, haven't we?\" Darius says, tightening his hold on his arrow, and pulling it back all the way. \"It's not that we don't like you, it's just that we'd rather not be eaten... what are we gonna do?\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra sits by the fire, listening to the conversation. \"That's strange,\" she adds after a moment of silence. \"It was the middle of the day when we fought that monster. Don't werecreatures usually come out under the full moon?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Yes, Sheyra is right! We need to keep im out of the sunlight.\" Sedryn exclaims. \"Let me see if there is anything I remember about treating this.\" \n\nSedryn will retreat some and stares into the sunrise concentrating on remembering." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles will move and confer quietly with Sedryn, perhaps pooling their knowledge will help clarifiy the situation.\n\nTo the group, \"Friends, please keep a careful watch on our \"friend\" here. I think he is still dangerous, in spite of his current appearance.\" \n\n[OOC: I apologise for the lack of posts in the last few days. My internet connection at home has been VERY unreliable. I am working on the problem and hope to have it fixed soon. Thanks for understanding.]\n\n[OOC2: A warm welcome to our new player (of Sheyra)...]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles and Sedryn confer while Darius and the others keep an eye on Corwyn.\n\nIf indeed Corwyn is the tendriculos, then that would explain the acid burns on his skin and the regurgitation of Sedryn's ring and the rat bones ...\n\nAlso, the moon is full (just one day after the festival of Highharvestide), but on the other hand, as Sheyra pointed out, the tendriculos appeared in the daytime whereas Corwyn's human form appeared at night ...\n\nMiles points out that plants generally are \"active\" during the day (blooming, turning leaves toward the sun, etc.) whereas wolves and other common \"were-predators\" tend to be nocturnal, so maybe the rules of usual lycanthropy don't apply ...\n\nIt isn't clear whether Corwyn actually knows that he is the tendriculos and is just acting/lying or if he genuinely is unaware of the situation ...\n\n...\n\nAs Sedryn and Miles talk things over, the early morning sunlight begins to inch ever closer towards the shaded corner where Corwyn crouches - trembling, confused, and fearful - as Darius keeps his bow and arrow trained on him." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"So we keep him out of the light until we figure what to do with it. My father used a spell a couple of times that kept an entire area darkened when I stayed with him last. Do any of you know a spell like that?\n\n[OOC: Sorry bout that]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hurry up and decide, the sun is rising, and I suspect we don't have much more time...\" Darius says, at first snapping, and then nervously. He speaks without taking his eyes, or his arrow, off of Corwyn." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "Sheyra, human monk\n\n\"We need to keep him in the shade, at least. Does anyone have a blanket or something that we could block the sun with?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz has a heavy winter blanket. Sheyra and Aeroz try to cobble together a kind of canopy to try to keep the sun off of Corwyn. Despite their best efforts, pinpoints of light peek through weave of the heavy woolen cloth.\n\nAs the sunlight dapples Corwyn's skin, his veins seem to bulge beneath the skin, becoming almost vine-like ropy tendons ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius frowns for a moment, then says sadly \"It's nothing against you, but I'd rather not see anyone eaten again pal, 'specially not me\" then fires a flaming arrow, point blank towards Corwyn's throat, he then steps back a little, \"Dammit. I was hopin there'd be an alternative\" \n Urgh, I really wish I didn't have to do that, he seems like a nice guy, but once he changes we'd have no way to stop him. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Why the hell did you?!?!?...wait, are you absolutley positive that would kill him?\"\n\nAeroz looks in disgust and waits for an answer.\n\n\n[OOC: That is an incredibly selfish and evil act. I did something half as worse and I got threatened with an XP penalty. Speaking of XP...]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"What else could I do? He would've ate us, just like before.\" Darius says.\n\n(OOC: Yeah that was kind of evil, but I figured Darius would do that, and being a tendri-thing I don't think he'll be dead/OOC)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles moves closer to the man, just as Darius lets loose his arrow. Miles has a look of disappointment on his face, realizing this may be the only way to deal with this menace.\n\n\" I don't condone killing things unnecessarily, however sometimes it is necessary to pull some weeds so the rest of the garden can grow...\" \n\nMiles draws his scimitar and readies his shield, prepared for a fight...\n\n[OOC: My network connection seems to be stable again. crosses fingers]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn feeling despondent for not finding an answer in time readies his heavy crossbow with a silver arrow and steps away from Corwyn.\n\n \"I'm not sure it will be that easy.\" says Sedryn." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The flaming arrow pierces Corwyn's throat and exits through the back of his neck, shattering into a shower of sparks on the stone wall behind him.\n\nHe falls backwards with a surprised look on his face.\n\nAs the rest of you ready your weapons, Corwyn lies flat on his back, his eyes open, staring up into the cloudless sky." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz lets out a loud sigh. He looks at the man tragically. Aeroz gathers together leaves and piles them on Corwyn's corpse. He then procedes to light them on fire, cremating Corwyn.\n\n\"What a shame. Perhaps we could have helped him, but just in case, he wont be coming back anytime soon. Lets hope he does rest in peace, bah. Sedryn, your better at this stuff than I am.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"If only I had chosen my spells differently. I could have asked for Darkness but I didn't and now this.\" Sedryn chastises himself for failing to cure the wounded man.\n\n\n \"What a shame. Perhaps we could have helped him, but just in case, he wont be coming back anytime soon. Lets hope he does rest in peace, bah. Sedryn, your better at this stuff than I am.\" \n\nHearing this Sedryn pulls himself together and says, \"Aeroz your precautions should do the trick. I will pray for him and try to put his soul to rest.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles moves over to the body and assists Aeroz, making sure the body is being consumed by the flames.\n\n[OOC: DR, is the body being consumed?]\n\nMiles intones, \"Chauntea we return this soul to your care, and hope he may find peace in your warm sunlight.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius silently brings down the canopy that was constructed above Corwyn, letting the sun shine down on him, he whispers a silent prayer, then watches the body burn." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, Human Monk \n\nSheyra sighs. So much injustice in this world...\n\n\"It wasn't his fault,\" she says, as if to remind them, \"But the two of you who were swallowed might want to try and stay out of the light for a while. We don't know how this type of lycanthropy is transmitted.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you add more leaves and branches to fire, the flames leap up higher and higher until you've created a respectable funeral pyre for poor Corwyn.\n\nIt takes a few hours for his body to be completely consumed. By the time everyone has packed up and hit the road to Urve again, it is almost noon.\n\nThe mood is somber and no one speaks too much as your party (enlarged by two new members) heads east. Matching the sad mood, the sky darkens in the afternoon, and you ride quietly through a light drizzle until you arrive in the small village of Urve just as the sun is setting behind you.\n\nYou encounter no other travellers on the road, and when you arrive in Urve, there appears to be little activity except around the village inn/tavern - the Copper Pot - where a dozen or so villagers are gathered for a supper." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Shall we go in and eat?\" asks Sedryn" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Sure, after all of that I'm starving for a half decent meal that isnt stale bread and preservatives\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, let's... and I suppose we should tell the villager's of Corwyn's fate, to avoid causing them even more trouble...\" \n\nEDIT: (OOC: Please read my sig, I'll be leaving tomorrow for Albany, but I'll probably be able to post every now and then. Sorry./OOC)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles glares sharply at Darius.* \"I strongly suggest we keep quiet until we know what is going on in this village. Perhaps he had family in this village, we don't want to incite an incident over his death.\" \n\nMiles will break off from the group and check out the village, and to see if anyone is observing or following him or the group." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"We don't have to tell them the absolute truth... we could twist it a bit, but yes, let's wait first\" Darius says, shrugging and heading to the tavern" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz follows Darius into the bar. Once in, if there is no commotion, Aeroz will order something hard.\n\n[ooc: Can I level up now?]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Yes, I think its best not to say anything about or encounter with the beast.\" Sedryn agrees with Miles.\n\nSedryn will follow Darrin and Aeroz into the bar and order a meal and an ale." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra follows quietly, and once inside orders a glass of water and some bread." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius will order a meal and some mead.\n\n(OOC: I'll be able to post on and off for a while, but only and nighttime, I won't be able to post when I go to camp though)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Wow... the summer has started! Sorry I haven't been posting I've both (a) been busy and (b) had no or slow internet for a while, but I'll try to get on at least once a day now. It's good to be back.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, too, goes in, and orders some liquor. Halfling sized." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[ooc: A pint? ;D]\n\nAeroz gets his meal and grabs a table for his companions." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter all of his companions are seated and have been served Sedryn says, \"I plan to quietly resupply and spend the night then leave early tomorrow morning. Aeroz and I need to get to Velprintalar as quickly as possible. Leaving the ship has delayed us too much already.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby glances at Darius, but then goes ahead and speaks to the cleric.\n\n\" Sedryn, I have been wandering about for quite a while, now, but at the moment I have no destination in mind. In our brief time together, I have grown to respect all of the members of this group. I would love to accompany you and your companions to Valprintat, if you would have me. Would you mind having another body on your travels? \"\nHe glances about, a bit apprehensively." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, we could use all the help we could get. I'm not sure how far Miles is willing to go, and there is a history of members breaking off of the group, but sure. You can come. Besides, a little arcane boom boom would help us a lot.\"\n\nAeroz takes a swig of hooch.\n\n\"By the way, how do you feel about being chased by assasins?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius nods at Achkby \"If it's all the same with you, I'd like to come along as well. It's not like I've been going anywhere, and assassins can't be worse than Corwyn.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks at Aeroz suspiciously at the mention of assassins, but then grins, relaxing, as if mere assassins aren't nearly so bad as what he was expecting.\n\n\" Hmmm... assassins could be worse than Corwyn, but I'll risk it anyway. You seem to be a pretty safe group to travel among. Thank you for letting me accompany you. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you settle in with your drinks and a light supper, you converse quietly.\n\nThe locals eye your group appraisingly, but not necessarily in an unfriendly manner. The conversation seems to mostly revolve around the unrest to the east and south of Aglarond. You catch snippets of opinions about the unrest in Unther and Thay as both regions chafe under the rule of the Mulhorandi.\n\nOf particular interest are recurring conversations about a spate of disappearances in the woods outside of town. The locals seem to feel safe enough in their village, but you overhead many whispered warnings about avoiding the deep forest of the Yuirwood." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"So, once we get to velprintalar, what are your plans then? Sedryn and I have some important business to take care of. Also, we need to send word to Lithandrill and Boris. We need to find a courier while we are here.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I don't truthfully know... I wasn't planning to go anywhere, but I guess I never do. I suppose we could stick around Sheyra while you attend to your business. There are still a few towns along the way, so I think we have a while.\" " }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Well, although the business Aeroz and I must tend to is important, we needn't tend to it alone. I will happily accept any help offered.\" Sedryn says as he finishes his ale and inquires about a room for the night." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\n\"I can go with,\" Sheyra says. \"I owe you that much at least. Besides, I'm not sure the Mulhorandi have given up on me yet, and I have a job to do.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well then it seems as though your business is now ours as well. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz finishes his meal and stands up.\n\n\"Well, I'm gonna go send word to Boris. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, so dont leave\"\n\nAeroz goes and tries to find a courier." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz sends a message back to Ingdal's Arm by courier (for 10 gp).\n\nThen he and the rest of your party retire for the night. All six of you slumber deeply after your tiring and disturbing journey, but you awake refreshed, ready for a new day.\n\n\n\nOOC: Aeroz, Sedryn, and Sheyra level up. Details in the OOC thread. I'd like everyone to update their character sheets to reflect any ammunition used up, items lost, rations consumed, and gold spent. Don't forget the gold left over from the Mud Bowl ... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid (3rd) \n\nMiles decides to take a look around Urve, taking the time to chat with the locals and spend a few silver on trinkets. He is hoping to gather more information about the strange local activities.\n\nTo the group, \"My intention is to continue leading all of you to Velprintar. I consider us now to be comrades in arms, and will gladly do what I can to aid you.\" \n\n[OOC: Curses! Not quite enough for a level. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nAfter waking in the morning and saying his prayers, Sedryn has breakfast at the inn, readies his horse and mule, then sees about picking up a few things before leaving.\n\n \"My good man where can I pick up some rations for me and grain for my animals for the road, troches and tinder twigs?\" Sedryn asks the inn keeper before heading off.\n\nSedryn follows to the innkeeper's directions then haggles for a weeks worth of rations and grain, 2 torches and 5 tinder twigs.\n\n{OOC - How much did I spend for the ale, dinner, breakfast, a nights lodging and on the shopping trip?}" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius will follow silently when the party leaves Urve.\n\n((Just posting to say I will be gone Sunday-Friday, I'm off to camp.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the morning, the village seems much more active than it did last night. You notice that there seem to be many more elves living in this part of Aglarond than were present in Ingdal's Arms (which was almost completely human).\n\nMiles rises early and spends the morning chatting with the local merchants. He finds out that about a half dozen or so villagers have disappeared within the past 6 months. Almost all had been lost while exploring the Yuirwood, and therefore most everyone has been giving the deep woods a clear berth.\n\nYour group keeps quiet about Corwyn and decides that the tendriculos mystery is going to have to wait to be solved another day.\n\nPressing on, you head northeast to Urst, keeping the dark Yuirwood to your right. The journey is uneventful. Eventually, you leave the Yuirwood behind and the road becomes wider and more easily traversed.\n\nAs you crest a hill, you look down on Urst, a small port on the shore of the Sea of Fallen Stars. The town looks quiet enough, but as you enter through the western gate, Aeroz sees something disturbing ...\n\nPosted on the large wooden doors are sheets of paper with the latest \"news\" from the ships passing through the harbor.\n\nMost of the notes detail the usual political intrigues as Unther and Thay attempt to free themselves from Mulhorandi rule.\n\nOne note in particular catches Aeroz's eye. It details the capture and execution of a halfling named Wottworte Riffleraffe, who was captured in Hlondeth shortly after assassinating a Thayan ambassador and retinue.\n\nThe note mentions that the halfling's compatriots - a large human in spiked armor, an elf rogue with twin rapiers, and a human spellcaster - are still at large and are thought to have fled to the East. A 100 gp bounty has been offered for their heads. They are considered quite dangerous.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: For simplicity - 2 gp covers lodging, stabling, and any incidentals like meals and beverages. Other purchases will be standard PHB prices. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n[OOC: its a good thing I sold one of my rapiers while I was out sending the letter]\n\n\"Poor Wottworte. Never gotta chance to defend himself. Well, what now?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The composition of the party has changed enough since the journey began that Aeroz and Sedryn do not feel that they are likely to be identified as the fugitives as long as they keep a low profile.\n\nOn the other hand, by now the Sea Lion has undoubtedly reached Velprintalar by sea. If anyone was waiting in Velprintalar for either Aeroz, Sedryn, and Lithandrill (or for Sheyra), they now know that you jumped ship along the coast, so there might be people along the road to Velprintalar looking for you.\n\nStill, there seems to be little alternative to pressing on along the road to Velprintalar ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Is everyone done levelling up? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nThe halfling looks over Aeroz's shoulder (figuratively -- he actually peers about his waist) to read the note.\n\n\" Aha! Wottworte. That's where you got that name.\nDid you know the fellow, then, or did you just hear of him? \"\n\n[OOC]I didn't realize the connection until I saw DR's post, and Achkby only has 1 more point of Wisdom than I do. :P [/OOC]" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Hmm, human spell caster, not very descriptive. Still we should keep out of trouble and move quickly to Velprintalar.\" Sedryn says.\n\nSedryn asks around for a good inn and after receiving directions suggests the party head that way." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I knew him, but nows not the time. Miles. How far is it to the next town?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The next few days pass uneventfully. As your party journeys from Urst to Corth, the road becomes wider, smoother, and better maintained. You see many more travellers on the road toward Velprintalar, the majority of whom seem to be elven. There are enough humans and other representatives of the Free Peoples on the road, however, that your party does not seem out of place.\n\nBy the end of the third day on the road, you find yourselves on the west bank of the River Vel, just a few miles from the capital city, Velprintalar. You are forced to stand in a long line of travelers and merchants that are waiting to cross the fortified bridge spanning the river.\n\nBanners flap in the breeze above a brightly colored open pavilion at the entrance to the bridge. A detachment of Gray Elves in shining armor guards the entrance while elven officials query each party that attempts to cross the bridge. On occasion, the officials ask to inspect packages or carts.\n\nThe other travelers around you sigh and groan as they wait their turn for inspection by the \"customs agents.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, as far as I know I'm clean.\" Darius says, then he turns to Aeroz and Sedryn, \"But they might give you a bit of trouble, especially now that they caught and killed your friend... we either try our luck with the guards, or If you have any better ideas...\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, since lithandrill left and Sedryn's description was very vague, we probably wont get any trouble.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After what seems like an eternity, your party is at the front of the line. A scowling elf bureaucrat looks down his nose at your group - an elf rogue, a trio of human men, a young human girl, and a halfling.\n\n\" What a motley crew ... , \" he sneers condescendingly in elvish.\n\nHe addresses Aeroz, assuming that the elf is the leader of your group. \" What business have you in Velprintalar, cousin? And who might your traveling companions be? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"We're just travelling there to handle some business. These are some friends of mine. Thats it. Anything else you want to know?\"\n\n[OOC: Wait, I'm the leader now? Geez. Also, I dont think a bluff check is required, mainly because Aeroz wasnt lieing, or telling the truth. If necessary then Bluff +6, Diplomacy +6]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The elf takes down your names and waves you on.\n\nYou cross the wide bridge and make your way up the road over a series of green hills until you find yourselves looking down on a large, sprawling metropolis with a patchwork of simple, but elegant buildings surrounding a vast, walled harbor.\n\nIt seems as though hundreds of ships cram the harbor, flying flags of a variety of nations. There are merchant ships of all descriptions, a number of white warships belonging to the Royal Navy, occasional black sailed ships that remind Aeroz, Sedryn, and Sherya of the Mulhorandi raider they tangled with not so long ago.\n\nYou ride down into the city, and (vaguely remembering the advice of Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene) you make your way to the Foreign Quarter (where most non-elves live) and check yourselves and your mounts in at the Sword and Shield. The rooms there are large and clean, and at dusk you have a simple, but tasty supper in the quiet dining room.\n\nThe night is young, and you have arrived in the Big City." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Its a shame we couldn't stay on the boat. We could have reached Teflamm by now. It has been a rough couple of days, so why dont we take a break or something.\"\n\n\nAeroz moves over to Sedryn and whispers\n\n\"We should drop by and pay a visit to Angela and the others while we are here. Didn't Prozen mention something about some guy, Baran? We should go see him too.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Yeah he did, said we could find him at the Boars Head. Maybe we should check it out and then look up Angela and her friends.\" Sedryn whispers back." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the others are washing up after the long journey (the Sword and Shield provides warm baths and clean towels), Aeroz and Sedryn get directions to the Boar's Head from the innkeeper.\n\nThey leave a note for the other members of the party in case anyone wants to join them later, then they slip out into the night and make their way to the noisy, apparently very popular tavern, just a few blocks away.\n\nAeroz and Sedryn slip in to the Boar's Head and grab a small table when one opens up. The Boar's Head features many popular local brews on tap, as well as the famed Rashemi firewine - jhuild .\n\nAs Sedryn peruses the winelist, he comments that Aeroz doesn't look well. Aeroz realizes that he is in fact feeling a little lightheaded. The autumn air is cool, but Aeroz's skin is clammy with small beads of sweat appearing on his forehead." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Ugh. I really dont feel good. Sedryn, got any spells that'll cure this one. Ugh.\"\n\n[OOC: What now? A cold? A flu? Contagion? Alchohol poisoning? Pneumonalultramicroscopicsivolcanioniosis?" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Aeroz, you're right you don't look good. Let me look at you.\" Sedryn says as he examines Areoz.\n\n{OOC - Healing check to determine what is wrong with him.\n\nRolled 11}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn checks the whites of Aeroz's eyes and palpates some lymph nodes. He observes a couple of scratches on Aeroz's skin that don't seem to have healed as well as one might have expected.\n\n\"Hmm ... I hate to say this, but this looks a lot like filth fever . You must have gotten it from those rats we ran into several days ago ...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"What?!?! What the hell does that mean? Is it lethal? What does it do? Can't you cure it?\"\n\nAeroz tries to calm himself down, but his hands are shaking." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nFeeling better after a pleasant bath, Miles wanders back downstairs to the common room. After reading the note, he decides to go look after his companions. Especially in light of what happened after the Mud Bowl.\n\nMiles will ask the barkeep of the Sword & Shield directions to the Boar's Head. Upon receiving them, he will head out the door." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Miles arrives at the Boar's Head in time to see Aeroz frantically asking Sedryn how long he has to live. Aeroz's discomfiture is quite amusing actually, and with a chuckle Miles sits down to join Sedryn and Aeroz for a drink. A comely barmaid comes by to take orders from the three of you.\n\nThe atmosphere is pleasantly chaotic here in the Boar's Head, with occasional cheers and clinking of glasses and sporadic singing of drinking songs and adventuring ballads.\n\nThe beer and wine must be strong here because the crowd seems quite jolly and uninhibited. A pair of muscular fighters (presumably the bouncers of this establishment) works the crowd, gently but forcefully ejecting any troublemakers. One eyes the three of you suspiciously, but then moves on." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby lingers a bit refreshing himself after the long journey. He had been in the wilderness for quite a long time before running into Darius, even, and so took quite a long time reacclimating himself to civilization.\n\nComing down from his room and a nice bath, he narrowly misses Miles, but finds the note nonetheless and decides to follow after Aeroz & Sedryn.\n\nLeaving the inn, he briefly ponders turning in early, but decides, It's the sort of thing one should do, considering the circumstances, and my role in all of this. I should follow them, or accompany them or... whatever else. \n\n\nWhen he enters the pub, he has a bit of trouble spotting the trio among the crowd, but eventually does pinpoint them and sidles over." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The four of you sit chatting and drinking for a while. The alcohol agrees with you (even Aeroz begins to look a little less pale), and soon you are all feeling fairly relaxed.\n\nThe barmaid returns with another round. As you reach for your steins, you find a note folded under one of the them.\n\n\" Back room. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius will follow the group to the bar once he goes down and finds the note.\n\n((I was on a plane all day yesterday but I can post from Seattle))" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\n \"What?!?! What the hell does that mean? Is it lethal? What does it do? Can't you cure it?\"\n\nAeroz tries to calm himself down, but his hands are shaking. \n\n \"Relax Aeroz, 2 to 4 days bed rest should make you whole and though I have no spells that will cure it, I do have spells that will lessen its effects.\" Sedryn reassures Aeroz. \"Let's finish what we came to do then get you in bed.\" \n\nSedryn heads toward the backroom looking like a man in search of the privy." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz head to the backroom with Sedryn, releived that he will be fine, but still incredibly nervous.." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius arrives at the Boar's Head just in time to see Aeroz, Sedryn, Miles, and Achkby slipping into a dark hallway toward the back of the establishment.\n\nHe works his way through the crowd to that hallway, passes a pair of doors leading to the privies, and finds himself in front of a stout wooden door leading into a back room.\n\nPresumably the others are in the room already." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n Aeroz opens the door. If it is locked, Aeroz will knock on the door and wait for a response. \n\nAeroz waits pateintly for whatever is coiming next" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz, Sedryn, Achkby, and Miles enter the back room through a stout wooden door. The room is dimly lit, and it takes a moment for everyone's eyes to adjust (except for Aeroz who has no trouble with low light conditions) ...\n\nThe room is simply furnished with a large table in the center. A hooded lantern on the tabletop is the only source of light. A large, bearded man stands and indicates some chairs for everyone to sit on. He moves behind you and bolts the door.\n\n\"I was beginning to think that you four weren't going to make it. I am Baran, and I have been expecting you.\"\n\nHe turns to Achkby. \"I had heard that you might have been captured and killed. I am glad to see that the reports of your demise have been greatly exaggerated!\"\n\n\"Well, since time is of the essence, let me get right down to business. Prozen sent me a message warning me to look for the four of you, and directing me to give you any assistance necessary to enable you to recover the Kris of Sethra.\"\n\nThere is a quiet knock on the door. In an instant, Baran is on his feet, a pair of loaded hand crossbows raised and pointed at the door.\n\n\"I wasn't expecting any additional company. Were you?\" he whispers." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Daring Rogue \n He turns to Achkby. \"I had heard that you might have been captured and killed. I am glad to see that the reports of your demise have been greatly exaggerated!\" \n \n\nAchkby looks at first confused, because he has never met this man before, but then it dawns on him what the man means, and he hurriedly shakes his head vigorously up & down.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Daring Rogue \n \"I wasn't expecting any additional company. Were you?\" he whispers. \n \n\nAchkby glances nervously at Aeroz, but then speaks himself. \" Well... we did pick up some travelling companions on the way here, but they weren't with us when we got the notes... \" he whispers back." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"The man is fine. He poses no threat. So, what information do you have for us. Also, what is the fastest way to get to Teflamm. We lost a lot of time and we must catch up.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Yes we need to catch up but first we must rest a few days.\" Sedryn says looking pointedly at Aeroz.\n\n \"Baran, we saw a notice in a few of the towns about Wottworte's death and descriptions of the band with him. Is it true or just a cover?\" Sedryn asks." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles quietly observes his surroundings and the tone of the conversation. While no immediate threat is visible, he remains guarded in case things get ugly. He keeps a sharp eye on the \"hosts\".\n\n I wonder exactly who I have gotten involved with. Something just doesn't seem right with these people... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Sorry, I'm hope I'm not intrudng\" Darius says as he slips into the room, \"I'll just sit here and keep quiet, then?\" \n\nHe takes a seat and watches Baran warily until he puts down the crossbows." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Rewind the story slightly ... \n\n\nBaran looks suspiciously at Aeroz, Sedryn, Achkby, and Miles as the knocking at the door continues. Baran quietly steps over toward the oak door, unbolts it, then steps back with both hand crossbows raised.\n\nDarius steps into the room, but then freezes when he sees Baran's weapons trained on him.\n\n\"Oh, he's alright. He's just a traveling companion we picked up along the way, \" Aeroz offers, trying to reassure Baran.\n\nDarius tries to explain. \"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I saw my four friends follow you into the back room, so I just wanted to make sure everyone was OK. My name is Darius.\"\n\nWhen Baran doesn't lower the crossbows, Darius adds, \"I'll just sit here and keep quiet then?\" Darius cautiously edges over to a chair and sits down gingerly.\n\n\"All right, what's going on? Who are you people?\" Baran turns to face the five of you, keeping you covered with his crossbows.\n\nBaran frowns at Sedryn (who asked the question about Wottworte's death), then he looks at Achkby with narrowed eyes. \"You, then, are not Wottworte.\" He then looks at the others. \"Perhaps the rest of you are not the ones I've been expecting either ...\"\n\nHe looks pointedly at the gold signet rings that Aeroz and Sedryn are wearing. \"Explain who you are and how you got those rings ...\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Sorry things got so confusing.\n\nWhen Baran saw a halfling, an elf, and two humans (with Aeroz and Sedryn wearing Prozen's gold signet rings) arrive at the Boar's Head, he assumed that the four of you were Wottworte, Aeroz, Lithandrill, and Sedryn. He is obviously partly right and partly wrong.\n\nDarius followed everyone to the back room and was the source of the knocking.\n\nI tried to reconcile the posts each of you made as best I could with the summary above. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"We got these rings from a man named Prozen in Hlondeth. We were told by Prozen to seek a man named Baran out once we arrived at Velprintalar. Lithandrill is stuck in a bar somewhere, and as have heard, Wottworte is dead.\"\n\nAeroz shifts in his chair slightly. He doesnt seem sure of anything now, but that probably is because he is still mildly worried about the disease." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Thanks, DR, I tried to explain my confusing in the OOC thread, but nothing got cleared up...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs Aeroz begins to recount the details of his travels, Achkby straightens up a bit in his chair (though this doesn't add much to his height) and fixes his attention on the storyteller.\n\n Good. Now maybe I'll figure out why their companions have changed so much as they've travelled... and exactly what they're trying to do, anyway. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Eventually, Aeroz is able to convince Baran that he and Sedryn are the fugitives he was expecting. Achkby, Darius, and Miles are introduced as trusted traveling companions. It is established that Lithandrill and Wottworte are no longer traveling with the rest of the company.\n\nFinally, Baran lowers the crossbows and apologizes for almost shooting Darius. \"It takes many days for news to travel from the West to the East and vice versa. I suppose that much has occured on your journey that Prozen is unaware of.\"\n\n\"Let me try to summarize the situation for you as best I can.\" Baran pulls up a chair and sits down.\n\n\"I was once a citizen of Hlondeth, and at one time was a lieutenant of Prozen, when he was a Commander in the Queen's Army. I now live in Velprintalar, obviously, but I remain loyal to Lord Prozen and to the Serpent Queen.\n\n\"As you may know, the citizens of Thay, here in the East, chafe under the thumb of their Mulhorandi overlords and desire freedom and independence. The Queen of Hlondeth is sympathetic to their plight, and invited a delegation of Thayan officials to Hlondeth to establish diplomatic relations.\n\n\"The assassination of the Thayan ambassador in Hlondeth while under the care of the Emerald Guard has dashed those hopes. Lord Prozen has reason to believe that powerful agents within the Emerald Guard allowed the assassination to take place, in league with Mulhorand and the Shadowmasters of Telflamm.\n\n\"Because you (Aeroz, Sedryn, Lithandrill, and Wottworte) witnessed the assassination, the Emerald Guard needs you silenced. Blaming you for the assassination would have been a convenient way to have you quickly executed (and it would seem Wottworte has already fallen victim to this). Prozen put his own life at risk to enable your escape.\n\n\"Lord Prozen and the Queen dare not act openly, lest the Emerald Guard decide to stage a coup or set up another 'assassination.' Only if the true assassins are captured will the truth be revealed. With evidence of the involvement of the Shadowmasters, Prozen will be able to root out the traitorous elements within the Emerald Guard.\n\n\"The Thayan ambassador, who was reputed to be a formidable wizard, was carrying the Kris of Sethra, a powerful artifact. The assassins took the Kris, and it would appear that the Shadowmaster assassins felt that they should be allowed to keep the artifact as \"payment\" for the assassination.\n\n\"In an interesting twist, Mulhorand and the Shadowmasters now are at odds on this issue. Mulhorand expected and demanded that the Kris be returned to them. When the Shadowmasters refused to turn the Kris over, the Mulhorandi began using their black ships to blockade Telflamm from the sea. Ships have been unable to travel to or from Telflamm since Highharvestide, leading to a great loss of trade revenue and stranding many travelers here in Velprintalar.\n\n\"Herein lies a glimmer of hope for you and your mission. The Shadowmaster assassins are likely stuck here in Velprintalar for the time being. If you act quickly, you have a chance to find them and recover the Kris. You will be able to prove your innocence and you will have done a great service for the Queen of Hlondeth, who will no doubt be very grateful.\n\nBaran looks at your confused faces.\n\n\"Well, I can see that political intrigues do not interest you. Fair enough ...\n\n\"The bottom line is this: the assassins you seek are very likely still here in Velprintalar. Find them and the artifact they stole, and you will be richly rewarded and the bounty on your heads (Aeroz and Sedryn) will be lifted.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Sorry about the confusion. This is good news about the assasin being stranded in the city. Do you have any leads on where to look. Aeroz and I only got a fleeting look at her before she fled.\" Sedryn replies." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Wow, you really have been through a lot... Darius says, trying to sort the whole long story out in his head. \"Have any leads?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"The only lead we have is that she was a pretty young thing with red...hair...hmmm. Thats not much of a lead is it now? Baran, is there any other information you can give us? Wait, I just had a thought, but I figure its fairly unlikely. Remember Si'rene? She was cloaked when we met her, as was the assasin. She had auburn hair, which could easily be mistaken for red, couldn't it? Nah, too unlikely.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Baran nods.\n\n\"The assassins you seek have been tentatively identified as members of the Order of the Rose, mercenaries often used by the Shadowmasters for their 'dirty work.'\n\n\"We suspect that the cloaked, red haired female assassin you encountered was Mira ar-Temerlain, one of the Order of the Rose's most skilled killers. Don't trust too much in the hair color you saw. She is a master of disguise, and likely changes hair color the way you might change hats. Mira already has a reputation here in the East, but when the Thayan entourage was slain, Mira did not work alone ...\n\n\"Many of the Thayan ambassador's bodyguards were slain by a masked female warrior wielding a blazing longsword. Witnesses also reported seeing arrows that twisted and chased their targets like magic missiles. We suspect the involvement of a hidden arcane archer.\n\n\"In other words, we believe that you are seeking a trio of individuals, at least two of whom are female. They are crafty and dangerous. On the other hand, if they are stranded here in a presumably unfamiliar city, perhaps they can be flushed out ...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Then this might be bad. I may just be working out a solution that seems the easiest to comprehend, but this is kind of scary. Their actions aboard the Sea Lion when the Re attacked do seem suspicious. Thank you Baran, and just as a question, do you have a cure or something from Filth Fever. Apparently I contracted it, and I really hope that it isn't contagious. Sedryn, I beleive that we should pay our three friends a visit tomorrow. Darius, you should come with us. Miles, Achby, both of you seem like the persuasive type. Perhaps you could find us a way to Teflamm? We dont have much time as of now, so I think we should get to where we have to go soon.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Whoa. Well... that explains... it , I guess. Or most of everything. I really should know all of what's going on, though... \n\n\" Well, I'd be happy to do whatever I can to help, but I'd really like to know what you are all involved with. I won't desert you regardless of what you've been doing, but I'd like to have some idea of what I'm getting myself involved with.\n\"The simplest way, I suppose, would be to tell me our story from the time you witnessed the assassination. Though, of course, I don't need to hear every single detail... \"\n\n[OOC]I didn't read any of this thread when I was joining up, so I don't really know your story. However, I did read the first few pages as they were taking place, so I know the story up until your first imprisonment by the Emerald Guard. Would it be easier to just have me read the story over, or just tell me?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Alright, I'll come with you then. Do you think I could pass for Lithandrill?\" Darius says with a little chuckle. On hearing Ackby's question he nods a little, but also shrugs like he doesn't really care too much.\n\n(OOC: I read it before I joined, but Darius hasn't)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Baran shifts his chair backward a few inches involuntarily, and covers his mouth and nose with his hand.\n\n\"Filth fever? By the gods, have you been living in the sewers? I've seen people waste away to almost nothing from that disease, but I know of no medicinal cure. I hope you are good terms with your elven gods, because I suspect that only divine intervention will heal you of that contagion.\"\n\n\nAfter agreeing to meet back in the Boar's Head the next night, the five of you return to the Sword and Shield. On the way back, Aeroz tells Darius and Achkby the short version of the story:\n\n\"Sedryn, two others, and myself were unlucky enough to witness a Thayan murdered in Hlondeth by a red headed woman who could walk through shadows. We were framed for the murder, but we escaped thanks to a man named Prozen, who directed us to Baran here in Velprintalar. Our mission is to find the real assassin and recover the Kris she stole, in order to clear our names.\n\n\"On the way to the East, our ship was attacked by Mulhorandi who were after an Untherite fugitive. We took that girl, Sheyra, under our wing, and she has been travelling with us ever since.\n\n\"We found ourselves in Ingdal's Arm at Highharvestide, where we got mixed up in the Mud Bowl and met Miles. On the road to Velprintalar, we ran into the tendriculos, and the rest of the story you know. Ah, here we are ...\"\n\nYou have arrived at the Sword and Shield. Aeroz looks pale, and beads of sweat cover his brow and upper lip. You all retire for the night, planning to make an early start of it in the morning." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius will down a shot of ale, say a prayer by the window, and go to bed. He'll stay awake for about an hour, mulling everything over in his head, and then go to sleep." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn explains to Aeroz as he treats him, \"Filth Fever causes a loss of agility and stramina. I should be able to cure you in the next few days and use spells to heal any loss of agility or stamina.\" \n\nOnce finished Sedyn retires for the evening, waking early to pray and prepare his spells.\n\n{OOC -\n\nHeal: +9 +2 (Healers kit)\n\nDR you can roll}" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n \"Alright, I'll come with you then. Do you think I could pass for Lithandrill?\" \n\n\"No, if one of them is an archer, we need our own. You were pretty good when we were fighting the tendriculous, so I have full confidence that you can hold your own.\n\n\n \"Filth Fever causes a loss of agility and stramina. I should be able to cure you in the next few days and use spells to heal any loss of agility or stamina.\" \n\n\"Well I hope you can get rid of it fast. I dont like being slowed down or weakened one bit\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n Hmmm, I seem to be a little out of my element here...intrigue was never my strong suit. Now a nice thunderstorm on the other hand... \n\nTo Sedryn, \"Sedryn I will be happy to assist you in treating Aeroz. Perhaps if we combine our skills we can speed his recovery. What do you think?\" \n\nMiles will retire to bed early as well, waking early in the morning and praying/meditating for his spells.\n\n[OOC: Miles will assist Sedryn with his Healing skills as wanted and needed.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Sedryn and Aeroz enter the Sword and Shield, one of them remembers that Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene said that they live in a guild house in the Merchants Quarter.\n\nSheyra joins the group for a late supper (more of a midnight snack). After getting updated on the meeting with Baran, she shudders to hear about the connection between the assassins and the Mulhorandi.\n\nShe looks sad just for a moment, but then she smiles wistfully. \"Well, I am sure that as long as I am with you big strong men, nothing will happen to me.\"\n\nAeroz prepares himself to enter his nightly trance, still pale and shaky. Miles and Sedryn together manage to keep the filth fever in check, but the small cuts and scrapes from the rat swarm continue to fester.\n\nSheyra is happy to hear that Aeroz wants to touch base with the women from the Sea Lion . \"It will be great to see them again! I can't wait to tell them about how I won the Mud Bowl! Do you think they'll be able to help us find the assassins?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Well, the problem is, Sheyra, the assasins might be Angela, Tiriel and Si'rene. We're not sure, but we do have some evidence to support the theory. We'll go pay them a visit tomorrow\"\n\nAeroz lies down and gets some well need rest." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "Sheyra, human monk\n\nSheyra is shocked and disheartened to hear Aeroz accuse the women, but keeps it to herself as she is sure they will prove the theory wrong tomorrow. She goes to bed without talking to anyone else." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby retires to bed a bit grumpily, still a bit confused about what's going on.\n\n Who are Angela and... Syrene, and... the other one? And what do they have to do with all of this. I may have been better off staying away from 'civilization' and all of its messy intrigues. \n\nHe sleeps well enough, and doesn't awaken until rather late, but he hurries to get ready and go downstairs to meet his companions." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Miles I would be gratefull for your help.\" Sedryn replies to Mile's offer.\n\nAfter treating Aeroz, Sedryn turns in for some well deserved rest." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After an uneventful night of rest, you gather downstairs for a light breakfast before heading out to explore the city.\n\nThe Merchants Quarter lies to the northeast, a short walk along wide cobblestone boulevards from the Sword and Shield.\n\nYou see many aristocratic elves as you walk through the heart of Velprintalar, but once you reach the Merchants Quarter, you find that this part of the city is a melting pot of many different races.\n\nA wide variety of stalls line the streets as merchants from all over the East and beyond peddle their wares. Overlooking the area is a small hill covered with long, two story buildings - the guild houses.\n\nIt takes almost the whole morning before you find someone who recognizes the descriptions of Angela, Tiriel, and Si'rene. Once a gold piece is slipped into his hand, the merchant (selling lovely crystal pendants) points you towards a seedy tavern, \"The Golden Griffon\".\n\nThe windows are shuttered and the large, rough hewn door is locked. The Golden Griffon looks like it's closed (even though it is just about lunchtime), but when you knock on the door, a small panel at eye level slides open ...\n\nA pair of bloodshot eyes regards your group warily. \"Whaddaya want?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius looks at Aeroz and Sedryn questioningly.\n \"We're here to meet with some old friend's of ours, we heard they're staying here.\" he says." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The eyes glare at you. \"Well they're not. Bye.\"\n\nThe small shutter slams shut." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra tries to discern the man's intentions.\n\nOOC: Sense Motive: 13+7=20" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The doorman didn't even ask who Darius was looking for. \"They don't seem to like strangers around here,\" Sheyra observes." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Maybe its time for some agressive negotiations\"\n\nAeroz loads his crossbow and points it at the eyeslit. He knocks on the door one more time.\n\n If the slit opens --\n\nAeroz responds in a harsh tone \"Now are you gonna let us in? I'm looking for three women. They said they would be here and I intend to see them\" [Intimidate +0, and circumstantial modifiers]\n\n If the slit does not open --\n\nAeroz will use his bracelet of levetation to see if there is any other way he can get in." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Of course, we could always knock down the damn door...\" Darius says to the party angrily. He takes after Aeroz and places his hand upon his sword." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn knocks on the door again saying \"My freinds and I were asked to visit a group we met on the ship we traveled on.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles mutters quietly... \"I don't think kicking in the door is the right approach. Clearly we need to state our intentions better, and possibly provide some gold to get some answers.\" \n I can just imagine kicking in the door, and getting cut down where we stood... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yet again, Sedryn's gentle approach is trumped by Aeroz's aggressiveness ...\n\nWhen Aeroz and Sedryn both knock on the door again, the panel slides open for a second time. This time, the eyes look angry.\n\n\"CAN'T YOU SEE THAT WE'RE ... uh, closed ?\"\n\nThe voice takes on a different, meeker, tone when the eyes see Aeroz's crossbow pointed at them.\n\n\" OH! You mean those ... uh ... people. Just a second ... \"\n\nYou hear the sounds of bolts being drawn back, then the door swings open a crack. Aeroz grabs the doorknob and pulls the door all the way open.\n\nThe interior of the building is very dark, so it takes your eyes (even Aeroz's) a moment to adjust. The entranceway is a narrow 5' x 10' passage with a pair of heavy velvet curtains at the other end. Along the walls are ratty posters of various bards and other musical acts, presumably the scheduled entertainment for the bar. (e.g. \"Coming soon - Warmy Melamot and the Wemics!\" and \"Gibbering Mouther ROCKS!\")\n\nThe curtains are swaying, suggesting that the \"doorman\" has beaten a hasty retreat back into the Golden Griffon." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz turns to sedryn with a sly look on his face.\n\n\"You see, my good cleric? People are more likely to respond in your favour when you threaten them a little\"\n\nAeroz walks into the bar (ouch) and starts to look for Angela, Tiriel or Si'rene." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, and pointing crossbows at there faces always helps too!\" Darius says with a slight smile as he enter the bar, following silently behind Aeroz through the swaying curtain." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby merely observes the entrance attempt (and eventual success), and follows Darius in (after scouring the street for anyone watching the proceedings -- and of course taking note of them)." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby takes a long look around the street outside. The buildings in this part of town are run down. Garbage lies festering in the streets. The few passers-by keep their eyes on the ground, trying not to be noticed. No one seems to be paying any attention to your group. Achkby shrugs, then turns and enters the Golden Griffon behind the others.\n\nAeroz and Darius stride confidently into the bar through the velvet curtains, and the rest of the party follows ...\n\nThe interior of the Golden Griffon is surprisingly large, almost cavernous, and very dark. Even though it is midday outside, the only illumination inside comes from a small number of dimly glowing sconces along the wall. The dimness is uncomfortably dark to all except Aeroz.\n\nYou have entered on the upper level, a balcony that runs all the way around the interior. You look down onto the lower level, which is where the bar is located. There is also a small stage and a number of tables and chairs down below. Again, the illumination is faint, almost non-existent.\n\nThere are very few patrons in the Golden Griffon at this time. A small humanoid is behind the bar (on the lower level) polishing glasses. A pair of (probably inebriated) humanoids sit quietly conversing at the bar. Another humanoid appears to be sleeping at one of the tables, a half dozen empty glasses before him. There is something wrong with all of them, but you can't quite put your finger on it at the moment, because your attention is immediately drawn to the \"doorman\" who is waiting for you just beyond the curtains ...\n\nA large bulbous creature hovers above the floor in front of you. Ten eyes (two of which look familiar) are attached to writhing tentacles on top, while a larger single eye lies in the center of the creatures \"body\". The central eye is closed. Below is is a gaping, toothy maw. The corners of the mouth are turned upward in a wry smile. The creature is wearing some kind of tunic or apron around its circumference. On the \"shirt\" is a message: Don't run, you'll only die tired. \n\nOne of the ten smaller eyes looks behind you. You hear the outer door slam shut, then you hear several snicks as the bolts are thrown home.\n\nThe beholder speaks, \"Greetings and welcome to the Golden Griffon!\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Clreic) \n \"Aeroz, Good work. Now let see if the ladies are around.\" Sedryn says nodding his head to Aeroz acknowledging his success." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz's mout drops at the sight of the eye tyrant. He quickly drops his crossbow and draws his rapier. The elf takes a readied position.\n\n This is some kind of joke right? \n\n\"You wouldn't happen to be the owner of this tavern would you?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder laughs. \"Me, the owner? Nah. I just work the door. The owner of the establishment generally sleeps during the day ...\"\n\n\"I have to tell you that we don't usually serve your kind here (except occasionally as hors d'oeurves). And I really don't like being threatened with pointy objects.\" About four eyes look directly at Aeroz as it says this.\n\n\" Disintegrating the lot of you would be easiest I suppose (and would be more than you deserve, elf), but you've got moxie, and I like that.\"\n\nThe beholder grins.\n\n\"Today must be your lucky day, because I'm in a good mood. More to the point, I'm in the mood for riddles. Answer me two of the three and I'll let you live. Get them wrong and you all die for busting in here as if you own the place.\"\n\nThe beholder doesn't wait to see if you agree to play his game.\n\n\"Here is the first riddle ...\"\n\n I am always hungry.\nI always must be fed.\nLet me lick your finger,\nand it will soon turn red. \n\nThe beholder's central eye opens, and its expression becomes stern.\n\n\"Who am I?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Fire. Your answer is fire. It needs wood to burn, otherwise it will die, hence feeding. And the licking fingers symbolizes the fires movement, and if it touches your finger, or eye in your case, it gets burned, turning red.\"\n\nAeroz sheathes his rapier.\n\n\"Sorry I threatened you. We have some friends who said they would meet us here, and we needed to get in. I had no clue an eye tyrant was the doorman though. So whats your next question\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder smiles. When you see its fangs, you almost wish it hadn't.\n\n\"Well done, elf. The second riddle is this ...\"\n\n I change brown to green, black to orange, blue to red.\nWithout me you'd all be dead. \n\n\"Who am I?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Oxygen. It turns leaves from brown to green, it turns metal into rust and blue flame to red.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy - Human Druid \n\nMiles followed the group inside the establishment, but very reluctantly.\n\nAfter being introduced to the \"doorman\", he mutters \" Cut down or disintegrated...its all about the same.\" \n\nMiles silently observes the interaction between Aeroz and the Beholder." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder rotates from side to side.\n\n\"Close, elf. The answer is 'air' (or 'oxygen' if you will). But air does not turn brown leaves to green, nor does it turn blue flames to red (quite the opposite actually). Your answer, therefore, is not completely correct.\"\n\nThe beholder's eyestalks survey the rest of the party.\n\n\"Is the elf the only one among you with any wits? Can any of the rest of you explain why 'air' should be the answer to the riddle?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, a green plant can come out of a brown seed... and without air it couldn't come out and live.... I suppose that makes it two-thirds correct.\" Darius says." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Blood. Blood in it's natural state is a bluish, purpleish substance. When air or oxygen mixes it with, it gains a red hue. That is the third part of your answer. Well, that is 2 out of three I beleive.\"\n\nA smirk crosses Aeroz's face.\n\n\"Well, I now that we are done, I have some questions for you. I'm looking for three women. Perhaps you have seen them? A white haired elf, and two human women. One blond, one brunette. We were told to meet them here.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder turns to Darius.\n\n\"A good guess, but a seed needs water, soil and sun in addition to air before it turns into a plant. That was not the answer I was looking for ...\"\n\nThe beholder fixes its eyes on Aeroz.\n\n\"Your SECOND try was better than your first. The riddle refers to the effect of air on copper , iron , and blood . But I give you partial credit for answering 'air' and recognizing that the second part of the riddle referred to iron and rust ...\"\n\nAs Aeroz smirks at the beholder, the beholder's visage darkens.\n\n\"But, arrogant elf, you apparently don't listen well with those pointy ears of yours. I did not say that I would assist you if you correctly answered two riddles, I merely promised not to kill you ...\"\n\nAs the beholder speaks those words, Aeroz turns to stone, the smirk still frozen on his face. The stone statue that once was Aeroz rises off of the ground and rotates until it is facing the rest of you, a warning that insolence will be punished.\n\nThe beholder addresses you as a group. Its expression is grim.\n\n\"One and a half riddles answered correctly. One riddle remains. For your lives, answer me this ...\"\n\n Pronounced with one letter, but written with three,\nTwo letters there are, two only in me.\nI'm double or single, black, blue, or gray.\nRead me from both sides, I'm the same either way. \n\nThe beholder roars,\n\n\"WHO AM I?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius gapes at Aeroz's frozen body...\n Uh-oh \n\nHe turns to the beholder, listening to the riddle.\n Simple... \n \"An eye.\" he says." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nMiles nods wordlessly when Darius says \"eye\"...too terrified to think.\n\n Poor Aeroz... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Statue \n I am a rock...I am an IIIIIsland..bawawawawawawawawawaaaa...I have ma books...and ma poetry to protect meeee...I am sheilded...in my aaaarmor... \n\n[ooc: I'm sorry, It was just begging to be done. If you dont get it, you are either too young or dont like Simon and Garfunkle]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder descends a few feet and its eye tendrils droop. He almost seems to deflate slightly in an expression of disappointment.\n\n\"Well done, human. Indeed, the answer is 'eye'.\"\n\nThe beholder sighs, and the statue of Aeroz floats gently to the ground. It rocks slightly and threatens to fall, but Sheyra grabs the statue and prevents it from toppling and smashing into pieces.\n\n\"You have won my challenge, but we really are closed right now,\" the beholder explains. \"If your friends (whoever they are) planned to meet you here, then you should return after dark.\n\n\"In the meantime, you'll probably need to take your friend here over to the hospital. I am sure you can find a good transmuter there.\"\n\nYou hear bolts being thrown once again, and your group is pushed by an invisible force back out through the front door. You find yourselves out on the street with a fragile stone statue.\n\nOnce your eyes have adjusted to the sunlight, your group gingerly carries Aeroz back toward the center of the Merchants Quarter. Amazingly, you attract relatively little attention. No doubt passers-by assume that Aeroz is just a well crafted piece of art.\n\n...\n\nWhen you ask where the \"hospital\" is, you are pointed to one of the large guild houses on the hill, marked by a large red cross. You discover that within this house of healing are wizards and clerics of all schools and faiths, ready to help to heal or remove curses and the like (for a fee of course).\n\nYou spend several frustrating hours in the waiting area (a pillared pavilion with fountains and greenery) surrounded by the sick, cursed, metamorphed, and the infirm. Finally, Aeroz's name is called, and you carry him into one of the back chambers.\n\nTwo strikingly beautiful woman with flawless, almost glowing, skin dressed in simple white robes look Aeroz over. One aasimar jots down a few notes.\n\nShe asks, \"Does your friend have any medical conditions we need to know about? Any recent illnesses? Is he on any kind of tincture or medication?\"\n\nThe other aasimar looks Aeroz up and down.\n\n\"Hmm hmm. Petrification, I see. What did he run into? A medusa? A gorgon? A basilisk?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Well he was rude to a beholder and he is recovering from Filth Fever.\" Sedryn replies.\n\n \"I would be willing to offer my services here to help pay for his cure.\" Sedryn continues concerned about how we will pay to restore Aeroz.\n\n{OOC - Having trouble getting thruogh the jammed server.}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The aasimar physician raises her flawless eyebrows. \"Petrified by the gaze of a beholder?\" She shakes her head in wonder.\n\nThe second aasimar takes notes as the physician continues ...\n\n\"The stone to flesh casting will require the services of a transmuter, senior grade. In order to cleanse his body of the filth fever, we will also need to pray for divine intervention. If your friend has any particular religious preferences, please let us know and we will try our best to accomodate him.\"\n\nThe aasimar scribe finishes writing, and hands Sedryn an invoice:\n\n\n Transmuter, Senior Grade - Consultation Level 4 - 700 g.p.\nFilth Fever (Community Acquired) - Level 3 Divine Intervention - 650 g.p.\n\nTotal Fee for Services: 1350 g.p. \n\nThe aasimar scribe levels her iridescent blue eyes at Sedryn. \"Payment will be accepted in advance.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"You'd think beatiful, heavenly aasimars such as these wouldn't scam the life out of you!\" Darius says sarcastically to the party, reading the bill." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra reaches into her backpack and pulls out a pouch containing the 200 gp she won at the Mud Bowl. \"I was saving this for an emergency,\" she says, \"And this seems like a perfect opportunity.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"I think just the Stone to Flesh, he was recovering from the Filth Fever and I should be able to complete his cure.\" Sedryn replies.\n\n \"Sheyra, thank you. Who else can donate for the cause?\" Sedryn asks as he rumages through his pack to determine what he can donate, then says, \"I have 100 gp for the cause.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While you try to assemble enough gold pieces to pay for Aeroz's restoration, one of the aasimars leaves the room.\n\nShe returns with a bald man in a crimson robe. His scalp tattoos mark him as a Red Wizard from the Thayan territories of the Mulhorandi Empire. The red wizard pulls a thin stiletto from his robes and waits patiently as you look for the additional 400 gp required for the stone to flesh spell." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Statue \n Fly me to the moon...let me play amongst the stars...lemme see what spring is like on...jupiter and mars.. badam dum dum... \n\n[OOC: Aeroz has 200gp to donate to the cause. He will also keep singing sinatra or whoever that was until he is restored. I think he is feeling in the mood for Death Metal]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nTo Sedryn, \"Y'know I kind of like him this way. He is much quieter and more cooperative.\" Miles says with a wry smile.\n\n \"I will contribute what I have left which is 80 gold.\" \n\nMiles keeps a careful eye on the Thayan, thinking he would rather take his chances with the Beholder than the Thayan." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I wonder how much I can get for my spleen...\" Darius says jokingly. \"I really have practically no money. I suppose I could contribute the measly bit I have if need be, but I'd rather not sleep in the street tonight. Anyone else rolling in the money?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone turns to look at Achkby ...\n\n\n\nOOC: 320 more gp needed to restore Aeroz. Aeroz's gold is not accessible at the moment, but I am sure that he will try his best to reimburse everyone as soon as he is able to ... ;)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nMiles shrugs.\n\n \"Don't look at me. I have 5 gold left to my name, and I refuse to be completely broke. I have no idea where we are going to come up with an additional 300-plus gold.\" \n\nMiles looks around for somewhere to sit. Even if he finds none, he will sit quietly on the floor." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius swears. \"Dammit. 300 gold short. There must be a way to make some money in a city as big as this one. One or two of us could stay here while the others try and find some gold. I'd go, if you think that's a good idea.\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\n\nSheyra adds her remaining 55 gold to the pool. \"We can't just leave him like this,\" she says, \"And this is all I've got. Perhaps the temple will hire us to pay off the rest... otherwise, I don't know what we're going to do.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "(OOC: I will gone from August 8th to August 29th, I'll try and get some posts in while I'm gone, but I won't be here much of the time, so just NPC me please.)" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Well... I have another 30 gold I can put in the pot, but we are still short.\" Sedryn says as he digs out his gold.\n\nWalking over to the Assimer he asks, \"Who may I talk to about working off part of the fee? I am a trained healer and I have prepared several Lesser Restorations and can cast a number of Cure Serious, Light and Minor wounds.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Ooh, sorry I haven't been posting. I'm in SanDiego & the WiFi in UCSD's dorms isn't agreeing with the laptop we brought. This is my first chance at a cafe, but I'll try to work out other posting opportunities.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Stupid, stupid elf! Why would anyone insult a beholder? \"\nAchkby sighs.\n\" Sedryn, Shera, take back that money. I have the last 300 gold that he needs. \"\nHe scowls.\n\" But I'm not paying for a cure for the infection. \"\n\n[OOC]Why the hell does this character have so much money?! I must have forgotten to buy everything on my list... anyway, I can provide...[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The aasimar scribe accepts your 700 gp and writes out a receipt, which is given to Sedryn.\n\nThe red wizard takes some powder out of a spell component pouch and sprinkles it over the statue of Aeroz. He then pricks his own finger with the point of the stiletto, letting a drop of blood fall onto Aeroz's head as he whispers the words to complete the spell.\n\nAs quickly as he was petrified, Aeroz is restored to his living (albeit diseased) state. The smirk vanishes from Aeroz's face as he takes a minute to reorient himself.\n\nThe aasimar and the wizard bow and leave the chamber. It is almost sunset, and the Golden Griffon will be opening soon ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Ex-Statue \n\n\"Wait the...what the???...who the .... where the hell am I??? Last thing I remember, I was talking to that sonnofabitch beholder.\n\nAeroz is a little shocked at his new whereabouts. He takes a minute to reorient himself, and has an infuriated look on his face. For the next few minutes, he will be cursing under his breath." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Thank you Ackaby for your help.\" Sedryn says then turns to Aeroz.\n\n \"Okay, Aeroz here is the bill and the break down of the 700 gp you owe and to whom you owe it:\n\nAckaby 300 gp\nSheyra 220 gp\nMiles 80 gp\nSedryn 100 gp\n\nNext time try to be a little more civil.\" \n\nSedryn addresses the group and asks, \"Well shall we go back to the Golden Griffin now or later in the evening?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"What!?!?! Did any of you think to ask Baran for help? We're partially under his employ. You would think for two seconds that he might be helping us out???...nevermind. I only got 230 or somewhere around that. Maybe I can call in a few favours from Calimport, but that might get me another 150? Tell you what? Next little trinket I find that works like my little bracelet? I'll see what I can get for it. Ok?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Easy Aeroz, first off we came directly here from the Golden Griffon and did not have time to ask Baran for his help. Second we know you don't have 700 gp so we are willing to wait, but prehapse a partial payment would not be a bad idea.\" Sedryn explains." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Sedryn...I'm surprised at you. I figured a preist would not be worrying about money that was spent to help a freind. Dont worry, I'll pay you back. Now I beleive we should go back to that inn see if the girls are there then.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nMiles steps in front of Aeroz.\n\n \"Aeroz, I have had just about enough of your arrogant attitude. Three of us, who barely know you just gave up a large sum of money to get you restored. The first words out of your mouth should have been \"Thank you for saving me.\" Instead you have griped and complained for the last few minutes. I think you got less from the Beholder than you deserved, you could have easily been vaporized .\" \n \"Personally I don't care what your motivations are, but I refuse to continue assisting someone who lacks some basic curtesy and humility.\" \n\nMiles crosses his arms across his chest, \"What do you have to say for yourself?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"Uhhh...sorry, and thank you for rescuing me. Sorry about that, but as you can see, I am a little frustrated. When the first words I hear after being turned to stone are about me owing someone money, I sort of get a little sensitive. I apologise. I'm a \"businessman\", so I do tend to get a little snappy.\"\n\nAeroz raises his hand, hoping that Miles will shake it and forgive this little understanding." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nMiles relaxes a little. He shakes Aeroz's hand.\n\n \"You're welcome, and I accept your apology Aeroz.\" \n\nTo the group, \"I also suggest we head back to the 'Griffon', and see if we can get some more information.\" \n\nMiles heads for the exit..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your group grabs a bite to eat from some of the food stands lining the streets of the Merchants Quarter.\n\nBy the time everyone has finished their dinner, night has fallen, and it is time to make your way back to the Golden Griffon." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the dark, this section of the Merchants Quarter is even more sinister than in the daylight. Muggers, pickpockets, and prostitutes freely roam the streets and alleys. Even though you have strength of numbers and are heavily armed and armored, you can't help feeling a little bit on edge.\n\nEventually, you find yourself back in the squalid alley that leads to the Golden Griffon. A crowd of rough looking humanoids has formed outside the main door. A velvet rope has been strung across the entrance, and the beholder (now dressed in a black leather \"jacket\" of sorts) scans the crowd with its eyes, occasionally \"nodding\" toward one or another would-be patron, allowing him or her (or it) to pass." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you approach from the rear of the crowd, you see a bugbear push his way to the front of the line, growling and cursing, demanding to be let into the club. When he tries to push his way past the velvet rope, he gets vaporized by a beam from one of the beholder's eyes.\n\nThe crowd falls silent and falls back from the rope for a moment, but only a moment. Then the crowd pushes forward again (slightly more politely) as members of the crowd vie to be let into the nightspot.\n\n\nOOC: I'm having problems with the forum for some reason. Sorry for the triple posting. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nOnce Aeroz reaches the front of the line, or whenever he encounters the beholder.\n\n\"You know, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier on today, and I really hope we could put that unfortunate event of you turning me to stone behind us. So, are we on \"good\" terms as of now\"\n\nAeroz raises his hand, anticipating a shake, until he realizes that the beholder has no way of doing so.\n\n\"By the way, did any of the women I mentioned earlier today come by at any time?\"\n\n[OOC: Yeah, the new boards software has a limit to how much you can shove in one post]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The beholder smiles when he catches sight of your party, and uses his telekinesis to clear a path to the velvet rope and then allows you inside.\n\n\"Welcome back, friends! I can not say for sure that your friends are inside, but you are welcome to see for yourself. We have a very respectable clientele here at the Golden Griffon, however, so I will expect you all to be on your best behavior ...\"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra bows respectfully. \"Thank you, kind sir,\" she says to the beholder as the group heads inside." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\nMiles eyes the Beholder very warily, and quickly heads inside the Griffon.\n\nMiles stays close to Aeroz but 'in the background', trying not to draw notice while taking in his surroundings." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashuckler \n\n\"Miles, cool down. No one is out to get you. If anything, you should stay back from me. I'm the one who's marked\" Aeroz whispers to his nervous druid companion.\n\nAeroz takes a few quick looks around the place, trying to find the girls\n\n[OOC: Spot +2, Search +10]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You pass through the velvet curtains into the Golden Griffon once more. You spend a few minutes on the upper level, looking down onto the lower level, which is packed with patrons.\n\nThe Golden Griffon is filled with all kinds of outsiders and aberrations. Scanning the crowd, you identify illithids, tieflings, drow, the occasional ogre, a couple of minor demons, and a few undead. The Golden Griffon appears to be \"neutral ground.\" Although some conversations are loud and animated in a variety of planar and extraplanar languages, no fights break out - everyone seems to be on their best behavior.\n\nOn the small stage, a gibbering mouther sings (if you could call it that). A xill works the bar, his four arms juggling glasses, bottles of wine, and collecting tips.\n\n\"Regular\" humanoids seem to be in the minority here. You see no signs of Tiriel, Si'rene, or Angela." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa Quicksilver, rogue \n\nLaying beside one small table is a very large, very black dog. As in approximately 200 pounds of dog, most of it muscle. He looks toward the open door with mild interest, and as he does so one can see a patch of white fur over one eye. In the seat next to this shaggy creature sits his owner, a gnome dressed in shades of gray that blend into the shadows. This is Lissa Quicksilver... or at least that's what she calls herself.\n\nLissa takes a sip from the gnome-sized tankard of mead before her, eyeing the nervous-looking group with interest. Hmm... what have we here? Newcomers, for certain. Wonder what sort of newcomers? I could use some gold. She idly spins the end of her blonde braid around one nut-brown finger, thinking. The elf looks sharp; better not try for their pockets. They might be adventurers, though... wonder if they need a trap expert? I'm getting bored here. And broke. The gnomish woman shrugs, flipping the braid back over her shoulder. Only one way to find out what the newcomers are up to, and that would be to ask them. Lissa picks up her tankard and stands up. \"Patch, come!\" The dog heaves himself to his feet and looks at Lissa, panting. And drooling. \"C'mon, boy. We're going to see if those people need our services.\" She scratches behind his ears with her free hand, then starts weaving through the crowd, Patch close at her heels." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Quite the crowd here, eh? When I was with my parents, I saw them summon not half of these. Wow.\"\n\nAeroz walks up to the friendliest looking of the extraplanar creatures who isn't engaged in one of these otherworldly conversations. He will also try to stay away from anyone who looks a little too tempting. [OOC: an advantage of having mages for parents: Knowing who to stay away from who isn't from this world].\n\nOnce he finds someone who fits the description he will ask if they have seen anyone meeting Angela, Si'rene or Tiriel's description." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nA flash of colour sticks out from the gloom of the Golden Griffon. A man dressed in a simple set of clothes except for a green and purple jacket and a huge floppy hat. His eyes glance over to the newcomers.\n\n Well this might be a good bet, these folk look like adventures. He looks deep in thought.\n Or at least more so than the last group I was with… I think. \n\nHajih whistles to a hawk sitting on the rafters, when the hawk hears this it swoops down to him. He stands up, takes a swig from his flask and walks towards the newcomers." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nStriding up to Aeroz, Hajih makes an over exaggerated bow then quickly launches into a flurry of handshakes pulling the various members of the party out of their tasks. “Hello…hello, I believe you folks are adventures, no? If so I may be of use to use. Adventures are going to need a guide.” Hajih takes a deep breath of air before continuing “and I just happen to be that guide. Let me introduce myself I am Hajih, your guide to caves tunnels and all manner of underground vistas. So, are you interested?” \n I hope this works. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Whu, whuzzit?\" Aeroz speaks in confusion as the strange man practically jumps on him.\n\n\"Sorry sir, we arent adventureres and we already have a guide. However, you could be helpful by telling us if you have seen a group of three women here. Two are human, and one is an elf. They should be hanging around together. So, have you seen them?\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Hmmm, A pity. However I haven't seen these girls, or maybe I have, I can't quite remember. My memory isn't very good today. Although, from what I remember about bars, the bartender might be a good place to start. Anyways I would be willing to help you look around, some people might know me, even if I can't remember them. Perchance I could learn the name of the ladies in this trio of yours?\" \n Oh, no this doesn't seem very good at all. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As a rule, the outsiders and half-devils patronizing the Golden Griffon seem to have little interest in conversing with Aeroz or any of the rest of you. They either act as if they didn't hear Aeroz's questions or they shrug as if they don't understand Common. When Aeroz approaches a pair of succubi, they just giggle into their drinks and turn away.\n\nOnly this human, Hajih, seems interested in making conversation. Indeed he almost seems a little too interested in getting to know everyone. You can't help wondering what his angle is ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa stops several feet away from the elf and the ranger, close enough to make out the conversation but far enough away to blend into the crowd. She hopes. Beside her, Patch (obviously well-trained) stops as well and sits down next to her, looking around the room alertly.\n\n Hmm... now this sounds promising. Lissa smiles to herself, beckons to Patch, and begins eeling through the crowd toward Aeroz again. \"Hey, stranger.\" The gnome grins up at the much taller elf, seemingly unfazed by his height. \"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Floppy Hat, there.\" She points to Hajih. \"Now, I just might've seen the women you're looking for- a trio, one human, one elf, one human-sized who keeps her hood up? Good taste there, by the way, though you'll need Garl's own charm to melt the elven icemaiden.\" Lissa winks, her grin turning mischievous for a second. \"So, what's this information worth to you?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Well, thanks a lot miss, but there is one thing you forgot about information dealing. Never drop too many hints. Now I can narrow down my search, and I will find them. Still, a little help would be nice. Whaddaya want for their whereabouts?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Aeroz is taking to the halfling, he notices that several of his companions seem to have disappeared.\n\nHe can only hope that they are mingling with the crowd and that nothing sinister has befallen them ...\n\nThe halfling points out a gnome sitting alone in a corner booth. \"I think I saw your women friends talking to that guy a couple nights ago.\"\n\n...\n\nThe gibbering mouther completes its set to scattered polite applause. It oozes offstage, while a couple of gargoyles remove several audience members who were sitting too close to the stage and became overwhelmed by the gibbering mouther's performance.\n\nAfter a short break, a dapper (but unnaturally pale) human hops up onto the stage. \"Our next act just flew in from the Umber Marshes to be here tonight, so let's give a warm Golden Griffon welcome to ... the Harpies!\"\n\nA trio of half-woman, half-beast bare-breasted creatures flap up onto the stage. Several audience members hoot and whistle appreciatively. The harpies settle down on three strategically placed roosts and begin to sing. For all of their outward ugliness, their voices truly are enchanting ..." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": "Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\nSedryn shocked by the varity of the tavern's clients, follows Aeroz contnet to let him do the talking.\n\nAfter spotting the undead Sedryn is tempted to call upon Lathandar's power to destroy the abominations, but remebers at the last minute a statue and refrains.\n\n{OOC - I keep logging on when the server is swamped. My post from yesterday never made it.}" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\n[OOC: I don't know if something happened to Miles, but he was planning to stay near Aeroz to avoid getting lost or...eaten. So, I will defer to our generous DM to enlighten me.]\n\n[OOC2: Heck, I'm still only 3rd level so I guess in this place I would only be considered a \"snack\".]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, GNOME (not halfling!) rogue \n\nLissa mutters something under her breath in Gnomish. Judging by the tone, it's not a particularly polite phrase. Meanwhile, Patch is enthusiastically sniffing at Aeroz' crotch with his very large, wet dog nose. \"By all the Hells, I hate negotiations... Okay, tell you what. I'm not asking any gold tonight. What I want is a story.\" She raises one slightly callused brown finger. \"Not just any story, though. I want the story of why an elf (who's in the Profession, I can tell, and that's got to be a tale in itself) is traveling with a priest of Lathander, a druid (or maybe a ranger)...\" She shakes her head. \"None of you are from around here, and you're certainly not the Griffon's usual clientele.\" Of course, neither is Lissa. \"I don't even care if you tell me the truth. I'm just bored and curious.\" She grins, white teeth flashing in her dusky face. \"So, there's your man over in that corner. See the swirfneblin sitting by himself? He was talking to your ladies.\" Lissa's grin turns devilish. \"And now I'm going to follow you and annoy you until I get a good tale.\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih turns to Lidda “Now that you mention it, that is kind of an odd looking group, these folk look like adventures. Yet this elf here says they’re not adventures.” Turning to Aeroz quizzically Hajih asks “What are you doing together? I mean you’re a little heavily armed to be tourists and it’s not every day you see folks like you in a place like this unless they’re looking for someone or something. By the way, Elf, I never did catch your name…or did I?” He looks around for a second “No, I didn’t, so what is it Elf.” " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Whoa whoa, whats with all of the questions all of a sudden? We are just looking for a couple friends of ours who come here often. Thats it, we arent adventurers or anything like that. Now if you'll excuse me for a few minutes, I need a drink\"\n\nAeroz approaches the bar and orders a couple whiskeys. He continues to survey his surroundings, looking for anyone who resembles the girls.\n\n Gotta relax. This is a party after all. \n\n[OOC: Search +7, Spot +2]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Hafling Sorcerer \n\nThe blue-garbed hafling turns to his other companions.\n\" Well. What now my friends? \"\nHe, too, scans the crowd for anyone fitting the description of the three women, or anyone dangerous." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": ":-/bump" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn follows Aeroz to the bar and orders an ale. Turning to the two new comers Sedryn says, \"Hello, may name is Sedryn and I am pleased to meet you, as for a tale would you like to hear how I was swallowed by a plant?\" \n\nSedryn tells the tale of the tendriculos stopping after the beast flees into the wood." }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn follows Aeroz to the bar and orders an ale. Turning to the two new comers Sedryn says, \"Hello, may name is Sedryn and I am pleased to meet you, as for a tale would you like to hear how I was swallowed by a plant?\" \n\nSedryn tells the tale of the tendriculos stopping after the beast flees into the wood." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is unclear whether the alcohol or the mesmerizing harpies' song is more to blame for the dullness seeping into your minds and bodies.\n\nIndividuals speak, but no one seems to be listening to any one else it seems. You sip your beverages listlessly. The human and gnome strangers seem eager to make your acquaintance, but their friendly questions are met with stony silence and indifference.\n\nNo one in the Golden Griffon matches the description of the three women you are seeking.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Perhaps the trail (and campaign) ends here?\n\nI recommend re-reading each other's posts. I would also encourage you to respond to each other's questions, rather than just ignoring people's posts. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nAfter Sedryn finishes his story Hajih looks stunned \"Amazing story ,you folk are truly brave. So, what brings you to the city?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n[OOC: NOOOOOOO. I really like this campaign, and it's actually going somewhere. Dont end it. PLEEEEEZE]\n\nAeroz turns to his halfling companion and says \"Well, since the only one here would be the deep gnome over there, I guess we should go talk to him. Just lemme finish my drinks. Its been a rough day...\"\n\nTaking another swig of hooch, Aeroz responds to the man who is suspiciously curious\n\n\"Business, just business\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Apparently we've all moved to the bar?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" All right then, I'll go with you, though I know nothing about those women ,\" he tells Aeroz.\n\nHe smiles at Hajih and Lissa, and tells them, \" I'm not even here on business. Just saved their sorry arses from the Vine-beast and have been tagging along ever since. \"\nHe looks very smug as he ronounces this, and then chuckles, \" And besides, this guy owes me some money! poking Aeroz in the ribs with a little elbow.\nHe gives the elf a good-natured grin over his shoulder.\n\n That should assuage his curiousity. \n\n\" What about you folks? \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nLooking very confused and somewhat frightened, Sheyra wanders up to the bar area and asks for a glass of water. Seeing Aeroz and Achkby, she slips in behind them as they make their way towards the svirfneblin." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After putting down your drinks, you push your way gingerly through the crowd toward the svirfneblin sitting in the corner.\n\nHe is sitting alone in a booth sipping a deep burgundy (almost black) wine from a fine long-stemmed crystal glass. He watches the activity in the bar/club with small beady black eyes, and notices your approach well before you arrive at his table.\n\nWhat looked like two statues placed against the wall, come to life, flanking the svirfneblin's booth, as you approach. One of the gargoyles raises an arm in warning, and you stop a few paces from the table.\n\n\"Greetings strangers. What can I do for you?\" The svirfneblin's tone is friendly, but his dark eyes and grim frown seem to contradict his casual words." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Yeah yeah...\" Aeroz replies to the Halflings remark\n\nTurning to the deep gnome he says \"We are looking for three women who came by here. I was told you saw them last.\n\nHe conveys the description to the gnome, and awaits eagerly for an answer." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The svirfneblin leans back slightly, relaxing almost imperceptibly.\n\n\"Hmm. Well, I suppose that I might or might not have spoken to some surface dwellers that match those descriptions recently.\n\n\"If I had, though, it is possible that they appeared nervous and seemed to be running away from something or someone. And if that were the case, then I would probably be reluctant to divulge any information about their whereabouts.\n\n\"It would frankly be a breach of professional ethics for me to tell you anything more about them. Ahem, assuming that I had actually spoken to any of the three women, which I may or may not have done. Speaking hypothetically of course.\"\n\nThe svirfneblin smiles, revealing stained and crooked teeth." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\nAchkby steps forward, and says to the Sniv man, \" how reluctant are you, or rather, would you be, to divulge information about their whereabouts? \"\nHe smiles congenially, and inclines his head a tad to the left." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThe gnome sniffs as she's ignored by the elf, but her cheerful demeanor returns as Sedryn tells his story. Lissa is silent throughout, evidently enjoying the diversion. After the cleric finishes, the group heads toward the swirfneblin's corner.\n\n Ooh, so they are going to talk to him! This should definitely be interesting. Lissa grins and pulls her hood up. \"Patch, stay.\" The shaggy black riding dog looks up at her mournfully from where he's lying down by the bar, but doesn't move. Quietly, the gray-cloaked gnome slips through the crowd, ending up just behind Sedryn and Achkby. Her sharp ears pick up most of the conversation. Lissa's eyes, however, stray to something a bit closer. Mmm, handsome halfling here! I'll have to see if he wants to talk later on... maybe have a few drinks... \n\n(OOC: If anyone wants to make a Listen check for Lissa, let me know and I'll roll a Move Silently. Daring Rogue will have to let us know what the modifiers are for crowd noise.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz grins at the deep gnome. He pulls out a small bag of coins and lays them on the table. \"Tell me deep gnome, what is your price for the information. These girls are friends of ours, and we would like to see them again. It has been so long\"\n\n[OOC: Diplomacy +6]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa eyeballs Achkby as he and Aeroz negotiate with the svirfneblin.\n\nWhen Aeroz produces some money, the deep gnome's face brightens. He reaches forward and counts out 100 gp, which he passes to one the gargoyles behind him. The remainder of the gold he passes back to Aeroz.\n\n\"Oh! I didn't realize that you were such close friends of those women. You must be so very worried about them!\n\n\"They approached me with a problem: they had a 'package' that they urgently needed to get to Telflamm. Unfortunately, because of the Mulhorandi blockade, they could not cross the Sea of Fallen Stars, and because of the tensions in Thay, they could not take an overland approach.\"\n\nThe svirfneblin winks.\n\n\"So if they could not go over the sea or around the sea ... Well, the solution is obvious is it not?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Well, certainly for that generous amount, you could tell us a bit more. When did they leave, and what route they might be taking.\" Aeroz stops his bartering and stabs a dagger in the table. \"Was the package around the size of this? \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\n\"Not over or around... they went under,\" she says to Aeroz. \"Through the Underdark.\" Sheyra shudders at the thought of it." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Underdark? No way man. I am not dealing with drow, never. And those flayers swimming around there just make it even worse.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAt the pronouncement of the possible trip into the Underdark, a pensive expression appears of Achkby's face.\n\n Are we going to follow them into the Underdark ???!\nWhen I started this, I had no idea what I was getting into! But he still owes me 300 gold... and this could be the trip of a lifetime. \n\nA moment later, it takes on a grin scowl, which in turn gives way to a smirk.\n\nHe places a hand of Aeroz's elbow.\n\" Be that as it may, we still ought to find out as much as we can from this gentleman. \"\n\nHe turns to the svinrf their informant, and asks, \" What else can you tell us? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa's full attention snaps back to the conversation at mention of the Underdark. The Underdark? Hoo... these folks must really be desperate. Do I really want to follow them down there? She considers for a moment. Visions of gems, gold, and vials of that wonderful drow knockout poison dance in her head. What the hells, you only live once. If I can get a trophy from the Underdark, well, talk about bragging rights! And these people are interesting. They seem a bit nervous about official notice, so once I make it clear I know their plans, they'll either have to take me along or kill me. Somehow I can't see a cleric of the Morninglord going along with the latter option. A grin flashes beneath her hood, and the diminutive thief continues to listen." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Aeroz plunges a dagger into the table, the two gargoyles move forward aggressively, but the svirfneblin holds up a hand and they back off. The svirfneblin looks directly at Aeroz. \"You pale elves are all the same ... no class.\" He calmly takes a sip from his glass.\n\n\"Anyway,\" he continues, \"they didn't tell me (or show me) what the 'package' was, and I didn't ask. It wasn't any of my business.\"\n\nHe nods when Sheyra mentions the Underdark. \"Yes, young lady, that's right. Their only option was to go under the sea.\"\n\nWhen he sees Aeroz's reaction, he laughs. \"Well, they're really mostly travelling through the Upperdark of course, and that's hardly as dangerous as you surface people make it out to be. Of course, there are occasional dangerous sections that would be best avoided by the discerning traveler, but one could say the same thing about the surface, n'est-ce pas ?\"\n\n\"And the drow and the illithids? Misunderstood and unjustifiably maligned (much like my own race, if I may say so myself) by you surface dwellers. Life in the dark is not nearly as carefree as it is up in the warmth and sunlight, you know. We races of the dark have our own ethics and culture, and we have no desire to be judged by you who know nothing of our way of life. Treat the Underdark peoples with respect and they will return it in kind ...\"\n\n\"Well, in any case, I am sure that your women friends will be happy to see you all. If you hurry, perhaps you might catch them. They only left last night after all ...\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Come, now. What will it take, \" Achkby asks through loosley clenched teeth, \" for you to tell us where they left from? \"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n\nSedryn finally coming to grips with his surroundings, leans forward to ask, \"Could you aid us by telling us where they departed from and the path they intended to travel?\" \n\nTurning to Aeroz he says, \"I think we should say good bye to the friend we visited eariler before we go.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"No class, eh?\"\n\nAeroz turns to Sedryn\n\n\"Yeah, I think that is a good idea. If we are trekking through any part of the underdark, we should be prepared for the worst. Maybe he can give us some information and stuff.\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHaving been listening in to the conversation Hajih steps up to Sedryn \"Hmmm, the Underdark you say? Well you happen to be In luck, my expertise in guiding is the Underdark, how about it?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius had remained quiet since leaving the hospital, mulling things over in his head. He listened quietly to the conversation with their mysterious informant, nodding occasionaly or shaking his head.\n\n \"The Underdark, I knew something was soon bound to happen. Well I'm in if you all are, and I suppose these strangers may come in handy as well...\" he says, then lowering his voice to a whisper so that Lissa and Hajih can't hear him, \"If we can trust them...\" Then he pauses, waiting for an answer.\n\n{OOC: I'm back!{/OOC}" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Miles D'Arcy \n\n[OOC: This may be a bit out of story order.]\n\nMiles pulls aside Sedryn, Aeroz, and Sheyra.\n\n \"Folks, it is time to take my leave. I just received an urgent message, demanding that I return to the Yuirwood immediately. I cannot stay with you as you travel into the Underdark. I have never been below myself, but I have heard many strange tales. You must be extremely cautious.\" \n \"Thank you for your companionship. I wish you the best in your endeavours.\" \n\nMiles reaches out to shake hands." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The svirfneblin smiles and points to a doorway hidden in the darkness that you hadn't noticed before. The doorway is flanked by another pair of gargoyles. A printed sign hanging above the doorway is barely visible in the dimness - \" To the Underdark \".\n\n\"The next 'bullet train' (or should I say shinkansen ?) leaves at dawn. You can buy tickets on the platform. It was very nice meeting you. Please give my regards to your friends ...\"\n\nYour interview with the svirfneblin is over.\n\nYou gather at a table to strategize. Lissa and Hajih linger nearby to see if they might join your adventures. Unexpectedly, Miles indicates that he can not continue on in your journeys. He must return to Ingdal's Arm and the Yuirwood. He bids farewell to your group with sadness." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Really is a shame that Miles has to go. Well, we need a new guide. What about that eavesdropping ranger? He could probably be capable. If those three headed for Teflamm in such a hurry, then it does somewhat confirm our suspicions. We wont be able to get there before them, but we can hope to be right on their heels.\"\n\nAeroz turns to Sedryn.\n\n\"Well buddy, looks like we are the only ones left who actually have a reason to go after these girls and get that dagger back. If any of you want to back out, do it now. We also need to drop by Baran's again. Maybe we could squeeze a little more information out of him. Either way, we need to hurry up.\"\n\nAeroz gets up, and begins to look for the exit. When he finds it, he says goodbye to the beholder and heads towards Baran's place." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I'm in. You still owe me money! \" Achkby grins goodnaturedly, and stands up.\n\" Come on, \" he says to Lissa, \" we could use you down there. \"\n\nHe waits a moment to see if she comes, and then (assuming that she does) he follows Aeroz out the door." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'm in too, I saved you once, maybe you can return the favor. And I think we could use this here guide to the Underdark, how 'bout it... uh, Hajih (I think your name was)? And the gnome too.\" Darius says, following after Aeroz." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa blinks, looking rather stunned. She recovers quickly, though. \"Wow! An invite, just like that?\" The gnome beams at Achkby, pushing back her hood. \"Thanks, handsome! Say, what's your name? And, um, I need to get my things. Won't take but a minute, the service here is fantastic.\"\n\nShe whistles shrilly, and an enormous, shaggy black form comes bounding over from the bar- Patch, her riding dog. Having collected Patch, Lissa flags down a tiefling in a server's uniform. She whispers something to the devilish-looking man, following it up with a coin. He flashes a pointy-toothed smile and vanishes into what's evidently a server's exit. A short time later, the tiefling reappears, with an ogre in tow. The ogre is carrying a dog-saddle, saddlebags, gnome-sized bedroll, tent, and knapsack.\n\n\"Your things, madam.\" The tiefling bows elegantly. The ogre grunts and attempts a smile, showing yellow, broken teeth. With a couple more coins from Lissa, the ogre efficiently saddles and loads Patch, and the two depart.\n\nSwinging her knapsack onto her back, Lissa smiles, beckons to her dog, and follows the rest of the party. A new adventure! How exciting! " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks at his toes “Errr, yeah, sorry about eavesdropping but anyways I’d be interested in working for you fine folks” He quickly takes a swig from his flask and then smiles. With an overexagerated bow he remarks \"Lead on intrepid travelers\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is nearly midnight by the time your motley crew makes its way back to the Foreign Quarter.\n\nYou stop by the Boar's Head to touch base with Baran. He is fascinated by what you found out at the Golden Griffon.\n\n\"Three women fleeing to Telflamm through the Underdark? It must be the assassins from the Order of the Rose. Who else could they be? I will send word to Prozen, letting him know that you are pursuing them into the very bowels of Faerun!\"\n\nBaran would like to help, but there isn't much time and the shops are all closed at this hour. He offers your group 50 gp each. \"It's all I can do on such short notice. I'm sorry.\"\n\n...\n\nBaran looks startled when he is introduced to Sheyra. \"This young woman is an acquaintance of yours? Mulhorandi agents have been scouring the city looking for a young Untherite teenager in the company of a band of foreigners. It never occurred to me that she was with you! I have no idea how you have managed to end up entangled in so much intrigue, but by all means watch your step! You may be on the trail of the three assassins, but it looks as though there are villains on your trail as well ...\"\n\n...\n\nYou take some time to settle up at the Sword and Shield. Your mounts won't be going with you to the Underdark, but they can be stabled here in Velprintalar until your return (assuming you make it back someday).\n\nIt's almost dawn and no one has had a chance to sleep, but if you hurry you should be able to make it back to the Golden Griffon in time to catch the 'bullet train', whatever that is ..." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra seems dismayed that the news of her presence has already spread so much. \"I guess that means I'm coming with you,\" she says to the others." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is indeed somewhat concerning that the Mulhorandi seem to be aware that Sheyra is in Velprintalar, especially since they should have lost her trail when she (and Aeroz, Sedryn, and Lithandrill) jumped ship in Ingdal's Arm ...\n\nBut even if the Mulhorandi have some way of tracking her, it seems unlikely that they would follow her into the Underdark ... right?" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Well, see ya Baran. I'm not sure what to do with the gold, so I'll save it,\" Turning his head to Achby \"So I might pay a persistant individual back.\" Turning his noggen back to Baran \"Is there any advice you can give us for venturing in the Underdark, and do you mind telling me what this 'bullet train' is?\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Yeah Aeroz just us two left. Let's get this finished I am tired of following that dagger.\" Sedryn replies.\n\n \"Good bye Miles, sorry to see you go. Good luck to you, maybe we will see you on our trip back.\" Sedryn says as he shakes Mile's hand warmly.\n\nTurning to the new members he says, \"Welcome to our group, we do seem to always find ourselves in the wrong place all to often.\" \n\nSedryn turns to Baran and says, \"Thanks for the 50 gold that will help. You can also take care of the stabling of our mounts. If you do not hear from me in a year please donate them to the Church of Lathandar.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Baran shrugs his shoulders and frowns at the mention of the Underdark.\n\n\"I've never known anyone who entered the Underdark and lived to tell the tale. Maybe a 'bullet train' is some kind of illithid or drow form of transport? You'll have to tell me when you get back. Fare well!\"\n\n...\n\nIt is still dark when you enter (for the third time) the Golden Griffon. The beholder looks bleary-eyed (all of them) after a long night of bouncing, but he smiles (you almost wish he wouldn't) when he sees you again. \"Good timing! It hasn't arrived yet my friends. Have a great trip!\"\n\nThe main floor is much less crowded now. The svirfneblin isn't at his table any more, but you pass between two gargoyles into the passageway he pointed out to you.\n\nYou make your way down a long passage that gently slopes downward, past an amphibious 'street' musician (a scruffy looking kuo-toa playing some kind of mouth organ).\n\nEventually you find yourselves standing on an underground platform along with an assorted bunch of other Underdark denizens who seem to be waiting for something. A few dim lanterns cast weak light over the platform, and you can see that a large tunnel runs from one end of the platform to the other, then disappears into the darkness.\n\nA handful of drow stand aloof at one end of the platform, whispering amongst themselves. A pair of mind flayers eye the other passengers waiting on the platform, their tentacles twitching gently. A few grimloks and even a duergar or two are identifiable as well.\n\nA bored looking svirfneblin sits behind a ticket counter. \"One way or round trip?\" he asks with a yawn." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is nervous, some of his most prominent clothing being conspicuously bright hues of blue, and though he keeps his silence, he doesn't mind letting his apprehension show when they first enter the tunnel.\n\n What a place. I've been in some seedy spots, and some pretty dingy locales, to be sure, but this is beyond all the rest. There's just a... mood about it. \n\nWith business at hand, however, he tries to pull together a suave composure, and strides over to the ticket-counter in as normal a fashion as he can devise.\n\n\" Well... that depends, I suppose, \" he tells the sni same-sized fellow. \" How much is each? \" He tries not to seem overly concerned, but it's no secret that it does matter." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa is no longer smiling. She hasn't since leaving her dog at the stables. The hood is up on her gray cloak again, and she's fiddling with a dagger. I hope Patch is okay there. Maybe this isn't such a good idea... no, curse it, I need the money! And I don't back out of deals. Snap out of it, Lissa. At the swirfneblin ticket-clerk's words, she looks up at the rest of the party.\n\n\"Are we planning to come back this way, or overland?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The svirfneblin sighs.\n\n\"10 gold one way. 18 gold round trip. How many tickets will you be needing?\"\n\nA faint rumbling can be heard in the distance ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby turns back to the group, and says, \" I've no idea how we'll be getting back, and I'd rather risk paying an extra 2 gold than invest a useless 8. One-way for all of us? \"\n\nThen he mutters to the guard over his shoulder, \" By the way... where is the far station? \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPeeking out from under his huge hat Hajih looks suspicious of the svirfneblin \"Agreed, one way, because we never know what will happen.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, one way'll do nicely.\" Darius says lightly then whispers sarcastically under his breath \"Oh gods, we're going to die, aren't we?\" \n\n(OOC: I'm camping so I'll be posting on and off at the library. This bullet train really reminds me of the NYC subway.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"One way is good. How do we get to Teflamm using this?\" Aeroz inquires\n\n[OOC: NYC Subway? You mean moving appartments with one time rent? ;D]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby turns and addresses the ticketeer. \" Well, then, that'll be one-way tickets for the seven of us. Here's the ten gold for mine, \" he finishes, reachin into his money pouch.\n\n Expenses: 10 gold for one bullet-train ride. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa waits, toying with her dagger, while the more established members of the group discuss tickets. Once the matter's been decided, she steps up next to Achkby (lightly brushing up against him... by accident?) and hands ten gold up to the swirfneblin counter clerk. \"I'm one of the seven he mentioned. There's my fee.\"\n\n(OOC: -10 gp for one subway... er, bullet-train ticket.)" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": " Sedryn (Human Cleric) \n \"Here you go, one way please.\" Sedryn ssays as he hands over his 10 gold." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\nAeroz hands over 10 gold and gets his ticket." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The svirfneblin accepts your money without comment, passing each of you a parchment ticket with indecipherable text covering the front and back.\n\nOnce each of you has bought a ticket, he addresses Achkby's and Aeroz's questions. \"You'll be wanting to take the train all the way to the Glimmersea. It's the end of the line, so you don't need to worry about missing your stop ...\"\n\nThe rumbling gets increasingly louder and you see the other passengers lining up by the edge of the platform in anticipation.\n\nSix massive bulettes sweep into the station, screaming, in a cloud of steam before skidding to a stop. The bulettes are harnessed 2 x 3 to a series of long passenger coaches. The bulettes' chests heave with exertion and steam rises from their slick, armored backs. Occasionally one will open its enormous jaws and screech loudly. It is not immediately obvious who or what is controlling the bulettes.\n\nThe Underdark denizens begin climbing into the carriages." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih takes a quick swig from his flask and shakes it. Seeing the bulettes his eyes light up. He turns to Lissa and Achkby and says with a smile, \"Watch out wee folks, those things eat Halflings.\" He takes another drink from his flask and climbs into a carriage." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra's eyes widen in shock when she sees the bulettes, but she climbs into the carriage nearest the group and motions for the others to follow." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby grins at Haji, and replies, \" I don't think they'll limit their meals to just us... you don't look too big for them yourself. \"\n\nThen he smiles more mischeviously at Lissa.\n\" Shall we go, madam? \" he asks politely, offering his arm to her and straightening his back so that he stands to his full three feet, two inches." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa's dark eyes widen briefly at the sight of the harnessed bulettes. \"So that's what they meant by bulette train! Wow...\"\n\nAt Achkby's gallant gesture, Lissa smiles at him and takes the proffered arm. \"Why, thank you, kind sir!\" She grins and continues in a more conversational tone as they head for the train. \"So, I never did catch your name back at the Griffon. I'm Lissa, by the way.\"" }, { "author": "Rodrick_the_Red", "message": "Sedryn (Human Cleric)\n\nSedryn follows his companions to the train and enters the same coach as everyone else." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" My name is Ach-kby, \" he tells Lissa. \" I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I've been wandering about for the past few years, and, actually, only took up with these fellows a little while ago. Though I met Darius over there, \" he continues, motioning at the archer with his free hand, \" a little while before then. What about yourself, if you don't mind my asking? What's your trade? \"\n\n You'd better not get too friendly with her just yet, you rogue. You never know what she could be up to. No one knows what you 're up to... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz boards the \"Bulette\" train as well.\n\n[OOC: AHAHA nice play on words daring]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The coaches are lined with seats along each wall, facing each other. You choose some seats on either side of the center aisle. A lithe humanoid with marble-like skin, wearing a dark greatcoat, stands up when you sit down and moves to another car. In fact, when other passengers see your group already seated, they move on to the next carriage rather than share a coach with you. You are not necessarily unhappy that your party ends up essentially alone in the car.\n\nWith a screech and a lurch, the train begins moving. Soon the dim lights of the station recede into darkness, leaving your carriage completely unlit. Occasionally a greenish glow flashes by your windows, presumably from some phosphorescent fungus growing in the tunnel. Other than that, you sit rocking back and forth uncomfortably in utter blackness.\n\nAfter a few minutes, a deep gnome enters your carriage carrying a faintly glowing lantern. \"Tickets, please.\"\n\nAs you hand him your tickets, he tears them in two and hands you back half a ticket as a receipt. \"This is the Darklands Express, running from Traaskl Thorog to the Glimmersea, with stops at Cloakerhaven and the Little Rift.\"\n\nWhen you ask how long it will be before arriving at the Glimmersea station, he pulls a small enchanted hourglass from a vest pocket, \"We should reach the end of the line in about 6 hours ...\"\n\nHe moves on to the next car, leaving your group once again in darkness." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPulling out an ever burning torch from his backpack and places it on a strange apparatus on his backpack, the hawk on it shifting from it's perch on top of the strange metal contraption to Hajih's shoulder \"This should help light up the carriage, but we got a while 'till we reach the end.\" He takes a drink from his flask and then shakes it, \"Who was this Baran fellow anyways?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Oh... I suppose Aeroz or Sedryn would be better apt to answer that question, I only just met the man. But I'm curious... you claim to be a guide for places such as this. What is this Glimmersea?\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih scratches his chin for moment, then says \"The Glimmersea? Oh, you mean the Sea of Starry Night, I never went there myself, heard stories about Aboleths in the waters there. Anyways it's said to be a series of huge caverns with glowing rocks on the cave roof, supposedly really beautiful. Hajih starts digging through his pack \"My problem is where we're going. The Sea of Starry Night is huge and just saying the end of the line is the Glimmersea isn't very helpful. I hope that helped you.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yep, we're dead...\" Darius says under his breath, then asks \"So we have to get a boat or something?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Hahfling Sorcerer \n\nAt these words, Achkby lenas forward a bit, out of his conversation with Lissa sitting next to him, and says, \" Well, they won't just be dropping us off in the middle of the sea, now, will they? I mean, the train left froma city, so I'd imagine it would arrive at another one. \"\nHe stops, and peers down the aisle in the direction in which the deep gnome left them. Turning back to the group, he muses, \" You know, I would imagine that the ticket-man would know where we end up. D'you suppose we could track him down? Though he's bound to come by again... \"\n\n\n ((This is insane, KoD -- you've surpassed me in post count! [And this must be the first time in 3 months that I've looked at anyone's count, too...])) " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa leans back in her seat, looking rather satisfied with herself. \"Pleased to meet you, Achkby.\" She doesn't stumble over the name at all, but then, gnomes are infamous for names that sound long and unwieldy to other races. \"My trade? I suppose you could call me a scout.\" The gnome winks at Achkby. \"And an expert in small devices such as traps and locks. So, turnabout is fair play; what trade are you in?\"\n\nThe rest of the party's conversation turns to the Glimmersea. Lissa simply shrugs, taking out her own everburning torch and propping it up in the seat next to her with her pack. The magical 'flame' burns with a decidedly purple light. \"Don't ask me. Last I checked, I was a normal gnome, not a swirfneblin. This is my first trip to the Underdark.\" She grins. \"Lots of experience in regular dark, though!\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius looks around the empty carriage, if he can see into the other carriages and he sees the ticket carrier he'll signal him over, if not he'll sulk, \"I hope we get refreshments.\" \n ((Wow, I did? I thought everyone had a lot more than me since I went away.)) " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The carriage rocks and rumbles through the Underdark. Long hours pass and many of you nod off (not having gotten any sleep last night) for minutes? hours? It's hard to tell.\n\nDarius checks the doors leaving the carriage. They appear to be locked from the outside. Whether this is for your own protection or to keep you from bothering the other passengers is not clear.\n\nThe train makes several stops. Unlike the Velprintalar station, none of these stations are illuminated. Not even Aeroz's or Lissa's vision can penetrate the darkness through the windows.\n\nAeroz slips briefly into a trance. His cheeks remains pale, his forehead covered by a thin sheen of sweat, reminding everyone that he still suffers from the filth fever he contracted from the rats several days ago.\n\n...\n\nFinally, the train makes another stop, and you hear a voice call out, \"END OF THE LINE! EVERYBODY OUT!\"\n\nThe carriage doors slide open, and you make your way out into a giant grotto. You can hear the roar of a number of cataracts, underground waterfalls, but even with your everburning torches, you can't make out the ceiling and walls of the cavern. The echoing roar of the waterfalls indicates that the grotto must be quite vast.\n\nThe svirfneblin conductor stands at the door of your carriage, holding his dim lantern (out of courtesy to those lacking darkvision). \"Well, here we are - Glimmersea station. If you are heading toward the Sea, it's that way (pointing off behind you). Good luck.\" And without further ado, the bulette train tears off into the darkness, exiting the grotto through some unspecified tunnel.\n\nYou find yourself standing alone in the darkness, your two torches providing what seems like entirely inadequate illumination. You can't even be sure what time it is, though everyone's stomach is grumbling.\n\nEveryone turns to look at Hajih, who claims to be an Underdark guide. He looks a little uncertain. It also strikes some of you as odd that an Underdark guide would have a bird as an animal companion ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Well, welcome to the Underdark. Please work out a marching order, and compile a summary of all of the food and water that your party is carrying. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n[OOC: Aeroz is not one to go first or last. Since Hajh is the guide, his is probably gonna go first. Sedryn and Darius should be at the back, and Achby in the middle. As for food; Aeroz has a week and a halfs worth of trail rations, and a full waterskin]\n\n\"So mister underdark guide. How do we get to Teflamm now?\" Aeroz says suspiciously to Hajh." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\n[OOC: I agree Hajih should go first. For supplies Hajih has Five days rations, a waterskin and a gallon of ale]\n\nHajih gulps and then says \"Well, first things first I need to get my bearings, then we get moving towards Teflamm.\" He takes a swig from his flask \"Teflamm? Ah yes Teflamm!\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves away from Lissa now, towards the middle of the group.\n\n I don't much like this place... if only I were something more fearsome... like a dragon!... He muses about being a fearsome draconian beast.\n\n[OOC]Gaaaah! I ditched all of my supplies, leaving them with my pony, because I can't carry them. I'ma halfling spellcaster. We aren't designed to carry things. Small + 8 Str = 20 pounds is a med. load![/OOC]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Bad news wee folk and tall folk, we need a boat.\" Hajih looks nervous for a moment \"Oh, I hate boats, and water... oh dear\" Then he starts to shake rapidly and wring his hands nervously." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby swings round to look at their frantic guide.\n\" What do you mean, 'we need a boat?' When do we need a boat? I mean, we obviously need a boat for the Glimmersea, but do you mean to tell me that we need a boat now , too? And why ? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As your eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, you are able to make out the rough dimensions of the grotto. Four narrow waterfalls pour out of the ceiling (you can not see their origins as the roof of the cave is outside the reach of your torchlight). The four cataracts end in a dark pool. The foam churned up by the falling water is faintly phosphorescent.\n\nA thin rivulet of water runs from the pool along one side of the cave toward the area the svirfneblin had pointed to. Perhaps the stream will lead you to the Glimmersea?" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Great... just great. So now what the hell do we do? Is there a way around or something? Darius says, swearing loudly as he walks over to the pool of water.\n\n This tour guide isn't working out very well. \n\n[OOC:I have 10 days food rations and probably a waterskin (I can't access the sheet right now)/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa holds her purple everburning torch up, squinting slightly as she looks around. \"Hey, calm down, Achkby. It's actually kind of nice here.\" She points at the waterfalls, smiling. \"Ooh, look! Aren't they pretty? I wonder what the Glimmersea itself looks like?\" The gnome unslings her crossbow and loads it, looking up at Hajih. \"So, Master Underdark Expert, do you want to scout or shall I? If you'd rather be up front, that's no problem; I can take rearguard. I've got a couple scrolls of darkvision ...\" Her expression turns wary. \"...for personal scouting use only, you understand. Unless there's an emergency or something.\"\n\n(OOC: 6 days small-folk rations and two full small-folk waterskins. Depending on the party's decision, Lissa will either be scouting out front with darkvision on and torch in her bag, or playing rearguard with torch out. In either case, she's armed with her crossbow. HempRope, I highly recommend saving up for Heward's handy haversack!)" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra is obviously worried, but manages to maintain her composure as she digs through her pack. \"I have 5 days worth of food and a waterskin. But we might be alright for water if we stay along these streams.\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Well, lets see what is down towards the stream before we jump to any conclusions, we may be able purchase a boat from...somebody\" Hajih takes a long drink from his flask before starting off towards the passageway." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius takes out his everburning torch and shoulders his bow, keeping his hand on it and looking around warily, he will take the very rear, behind all the others." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, still towards the middle of the group, draws only his wits about him, but stares out into the darkness, slightly nervous.\nHe looks cooly about at his compaions, though, and nods in approval of their actions.\n\n[OOC]\n \n Originally Posted by Phasm \n (OOC: ...HempRope, I highly recommend saving up for Heward's handy haversack!) \n \n\nI have been, but haven't had the opportunity to grab one. And I had a pony.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"You know, for an underdark guide, you do seem to be fairly new at this. Still, where would we get a boat, and do we have a map?\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Well I doubt that train would drop us off in the middle of nowhere, there must be someone to buy a boat from. Just so you know I'm not new to this; I've been doin' this for years... just not around here.\" sticking his hand on his weapons he say in a steady voice \"Just in case everybody should be ready for combat, this is the Underdark after all.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although the cavern was referred to as \"Glimmersea station\" there is no evidence of any other living beings in this large grotto other than yourselves. (Hajih mentiones that it is always possible that a kuo-toa or cloaker enclave lies nearby. It wouldn't look like an obvious \"village\" but would be potentially dangerous nonetheless. You decide to move on as quickly as possible.)\n\nYour waterskins are full, and it looks like there is enough for about a day and a half (if everyone shares). Hajih warns everyone to be careful about drinking the stream water. You never know whether it's safe or not, and you wouldn't want to catch a disease or anything. (Everyone looks at Aeroz for a moment.)\n\nYou form up in loose marching order, staying fairly close to each other. Even for those of you with low-light vision, there is something comforting about being close to the everburning torches. The surrounding darkness is almost palpable.\n\nFollowing the stream away from the waterfall pool, you see that the water trickles toward a dark passageway exiting the cavern. Since water flows downhill, Hajih predicts that the stream might lead you to the Glimmersea. The passage appears to be wide and easily navigable (at this point at least). As you head into the passage, the roar of the waterfalls fades to a dull rumble, then to a whisper, then to silence.\n\nSoon you are enveloped in a silence as thick as the darkness, broken only by your footfalls and the occasional spash as someone steps in the shallow stream. As you hike deeper and deeper into the Underdark, the dark trickle of water under your feet serves as your only \"map.\"\n\n...\n\nAfter what seems like hours you decide to break for a meal. (Is this breakfast? lunch? dinner? Who can tell?)\n\nYou have arrived at a fork in the passage. The passage flares out here, creating a small \"room\" 40 ft across where everyone can sit down, rest and eat. The stream runs down to the right, but another dark passageway forks off to the left. The leftward passage looks wider and smoother (and drier). Hajih points to some scrape marks along that pathway, suggesting that someone or something had headed in that direction not too long ago. It is the first sign of another being you've seen so far.\n\nAs you munch on some trail rations, you debate whether it's better to continue to follow the stream or whether you should take the passage to the left ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Flip a coin, I always say. This is the underdark, so there is bound to be danger either way.\" Aeroz comments while munching on some bread." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nDropping his pack on the ground and rummaging through it; Hajih looks up and asks \"Does anyone have any chalk? to mark our way. Anyways I suggest following the stream down to the Sea of Starry Night before we attract any more attention.\" Picking a clay jug out of his pack; he refills his flask and slides his pack back on." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I do, \" says Achkby, swinging his pack from his shoulders. \" Good idea. \"\n\nHe reaches into an outer pocket and produces a small brown leather bag. He quickly unties it, and pulls out a small piece of white chalk. \" Here you are, \" he says, holding it out to their 'guide.' \" Keep it. I have plenty. \"\n\n If he's often in the underdark, why doesn't he have this sort of stuff?\nI guess I'll reserve judgement for later. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa is sitting cross-legged near the stream, everburning torch propped up on a rock while she chews on a piece of jerky. The flickering purple light makes for some odd shadows. Swallowing, she nods to Hajih. \"You're the guide; lead and I'll follow. Let me know if anything needs scouting, unlocking, or trap-sweeping.\" She winks and pats her crossbow. \"Or shooting. I'm good at that too.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Let's follow the river, I don't feel like getting eaten by whatever it was that made those marks... although I'll probably end up getting eaten either way.\" \n Okay... this guys useless, so far hee hasn't provided us with a single scrap of help, I don't know why he was so eager to come with us either, I don't trust him. Maybe if he can prove his worth in battle, but I guess that will come sooner or later. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " \"Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nTaking the chalk and drawing an arrow marking the path following the stream Hajih lets his Hawk rest on his arm as he heads down the path with the stream \"Come on, we shouldn't stay in one place too long.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achlby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Oh, that's reassuring, \" Achkby mutters grumpily. He trudges on after the others, careful not to ventue too forwards towards the front of the group -- or the back.\n\n Nothing had better attack us... I don't have claws like most of the creatures down here. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You decide to follow the stream down the right passageway. After more miles of hiking, there are a series of branchpoints. At each fork, you choose the path followed by the trickle of water.\n\nYou take breaks whenever the majority of party members is feeling tired. Soon you have no idea whether it is day or night on the surface. There is even some debate about how many days it's been (or if it's even been a day) that you've been wandering underground.\n\nThe only good news is that the walking is all downhill, making it at least that much easier.\n\nAfter about a dozen twists, turns, and forks, you finally reach a dead end - a small grotto about 60 ft in diameter. The trickle of water likewise ends here in a small clear pool.\n\nA number of blind albino cave fish can be seen swimming in the pool. Unless this small pool is the Glimmersea, you appear to be seriously lost ..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks into the pool trying to see if the pool ends there." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bottom of the pool is not visible. There might be an underwater tunnel or it might be another dead end ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"So Mr 'Guide'; it seems that we are lost again. Have any of you have any clue how to solve this predicament, because I sure cant swim. and that seems to be the only way around this obstacle...besides being eaten by aboleths\" Aeroz says impatiently as he waits for Hajh to come up with some answers." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Alright Hajih, if it's all okay with you I like you to tell us what the hell we're doing here! So far you've done nothing at all to prove you're in the least helpful and now we're completely lost, got any ideas?\" \n\nDarius then quiets down and looks at the fishes swimming aimlessly in the pool.\n They're probably having a better time than I am... I wonder if they're edible... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPulling a length of rope from his pack, Hajih ties it around his waist, handing the other end to Darius. \"If you feel a tug, pull the rope back.\" Dropping his pack and taking a deep breath, Hajih dives into the pool. He swims to the back and looks around.\n[Swim +3, Spot, +2]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius takes the rope, \"Woah...\" \n Did he just jump in there? Uh oh. \n\n((That was very cinematic of you Zeal ;)))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling orcerer \n\nUpon arriving in the little cavern, all Achkby can think is, Well, now we're ina right good mess, and there's nothing I can do about it. This guide is awful... \n\nHowever, once Hajih jumps in, he waits with baited breath for the man's return.\n He may not be much of a guide, but he certainly is committed... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You watch anxiously as the glow from Hajih's magic torch sinks deeper and deeper into the pool. Suddenly the glow disappears, but the rope continues to play out into the dark water.\n\n\"He's found a tunnel!\" Sheyra exclaims.\n\nHajih has been under the water for over a minute when suddenly there is a quick tug on the rope, but when Darius pulls back on the rope he feels little resistance. Horrified, he pulls on the rope hand over hand until he pulls out the frayed (and Hajih-less) end of the rope. The clean edges can mean only one thing - the rope was cut.\n\nYou huddle around the pool waiting for some sort of sign - bubbles perhaps - but the water is still except for the blind cave fish aimlessly circling in the water.\n\nThe grotto seems much darker with the loss of one of the everyburning torches. Lissa's purple torch is now the only source of light ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, with a few practiced gestures and recited words, casts a simple spell, and a few orbs of light appear in front of him. He directs them into the pool, and they sail down into the murky depths...\n\n\" I wish he'd given me the chance to try this before he jumped in ,\" Achkby says quietly." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa has been watching the discussion and dive with an increasingly worried expression. I almost hope he doesn't find anything... I hate water! I can't swim worth moldy beans! When the cut and ranger-less rope is pulled up, Lissa swears softly but fervently in Gnomish, and then in at least three other languages. For several minutes, while Achkby does something productive and casts his spell.\n\nOnce she's calmed down a bit (or perhaps just run out of curse words), Lissa looks around at the rest of the group. \"So, what now? I don't know about any of you, but I'm not real eager to jump in there, especially since I can't swim. On the other hand, Hajih is a comrade.\" She peers into the pool, watching Achkby's lights, then looks back up and manages a strained smile at the sorcerer. \"Good idea there, Achkby. I wish he'd waited too...\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius holds the rope in his hands, he stands frozen in place, staring at it with a horrified look on his face. He makes no move to the everburning torch in his pack to repel the darkness.\n\n Oh god... not again... no... Darius says quietly... his heart starts to race, \"I shouldn't have yelled at him, I shouldn't have- I should've pulled harder, I-\" \n\nHe collapses onto the floor in a sitting position, staring anxiously down into the depths of the pool being lit up by Achkby's spell\n Not again, not another life... please no. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The softly glowing lights float downward into the pool ignored by the cave fish.\n\nThe \"pool\" appears to be more of a bottomless vertical shaft. About 15 ft down, a dark opening appears in the rock - some sort of side tunnel. It seems likely that Hajih entered here.\n\nAchkby's lights drift a bit farther downward, but there don't appear to be any openings farther down.\n\nPrecious seconds continue to tick away with no sign of Hajih ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby directs his lights down the shaft until they begin to fade, and then quickly back up to float by the hole.\n\n\" Hajih must have gone in there. One of us has to go down after him. Most of you have said you can't swim, but if you can hold your breath, I have a spell that will allow you to easily climb down the sides of this pool. I can also provide you with some light.\n\"Is anybody willing to take the plunge? \"\n\nHe looks around, hoping fervently for a volunteer." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Expert \n\n\"I cant swim, so unless any of you are willing to take me down there, I'm fairly sure I'm going to drown.\" Aeroz states in a shaky voice." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" You needn't be able to swim, just hold your breath. I can make it so you can easily pull yourself down the wall... \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra steps forward. \"I can do it.\"\n\nShe takes off her sandals and ties her robe tightly around her waist so as to be less encumbered. \"I'm ready,\" she states with determination." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby pulls the lights up out of the pool to hover over his head. He then riffles through the scrolls in their case hanging at his hip, and pulls one out. Then, he makes a dismissive hand gesture and the lights proomptly vanish.\n\nHe casts another simple spell, very similar to the one that conjured his orbs, and illuminates something that he & Sheyra agreed on, preferably affixed to her head.* It emits a soft glow, much like the Everburning Torches , but with a bluish tinge.\nThen, in the light from it & Lissa's flame, he unfurls the scroll and intones a short incantation, calling forth the power that resides in the sigils. He touches Sheyra as he does so, and she feels a tingle spread from the shoulder side that Achkby touched to the tips of her fingers and toes, where it remains.\n\n I was saving that scroll for a more personal emergency, but this certainly is important. Maybe I can get reimbursed, though... I doubt it. \n\n\" Good luck down there, Sheyra. May Brandobaris grant you speed and good fortune. \"\nHe gives her side a reassuring pat and then steps back." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra nods, wrapping a simple leather headband across her forehead. The band both serves to keep the hair out of her eyes and also (thanks to Achkby's sorcery) acts as a portable light source.\n\nShe slips into the pool, takes a deep breath, then ducks below the surface. Guided by the light provided by Achkby, she \"crawls\" downward along the stone walls of the shaft and slips into the side passageway.\n\nYou wait nervously for a sign from her. One minute passes, then two, then three ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks up at his companions.\n\n\" Spoon. \"\n\nHe stares around at them, wide-eyed, occasionally licking his lips." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa nervously paces beside the water's edge, staring down into the pool as if doing so will bring her missing comrades up sooner. As she paces, she counts under her breath. Finally the diminutive rogue stops, whirls, and kicks the wall in frustration.\n\n\"They've been down there too long! Owww...\" She winces, rubbing her toe. \"And there's NOTHING I can do! Nothing! I swim like a brick, and even if I could get down there, I'm too small to drag a human through the water!\" Lissa finally sits down, arms wrapped around her knees, face buried. A muffled voice comes up. \"I hate being helpless.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz paces back and forth, trying to formulate some sort of plan. He stops on one heel and turns to Achby.\n\n\"Hey, do you know any spells that could bring them back up or get us down there?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The seconds turn into minutes and still no sign of either Hajih or Sheyra.\n\nIt seems highly unlikely that Sheyra could survive holding her breath this long ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shares his head despondently.\n\n\" No, I haven't. No. \"\n\nHe shakes his head again, and turns to pace too, but then stops. Instead he just stares at Aeroz.\n\n\" This is your quest, really. What do you want to do.? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"I dont know. If I could swim I'd go down there, but I cant so there is very little that I can do...if they did find a cave, maybe they are alright, but I cant be sure. None of us can, and it doesn't make any more sense to risk any more of us. We cant do much while we are all dead now can we?\"\n\nAeroz picks up a rock and throws it into the water in frustration. He never really had peoples lives in his hands, but then he realizes that he isn't the leader here.\n\n\"Any of you have an Idea that could confirm whether they are alive down there?\"\n\n[OOC: According to Baron's new thing, Daring has to start a new thread]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra tugs on the rope as hard as she can, signalling to be pulled up." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With relief, Darius pulls back on the rope. In just a few moments, Sheyra pops back up to the surface, her headband glowing brightly.\n\n\"There's another cave!\" she exclaims.\n\nSheyra describes how she entered the underwater tunnel only to find that it sloped upward and opened into another grotto.\n\nThere is a \"beach\" at one end of the grotto, which she briefly explored. It looked like there were many footprints there, as well as marks as if someone or something being dragged away.\n\nThere was no sign of Hajih, other than the possible evidence that he was captured." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "What rope? She didn't take a rope with her, and Haji's was cut...\n\n Achkby \n\n\" Well, thank Hlal that you're safe. But I don't know what could have happened to Haji... either he went off to explore and didn't tell us, the idiot, or he got dragged away... \"\n\nHe looks around at the others uneasily, and then turns back to Sheyra.\n\" You say there's a beach... is there water, too? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well if we can go, let's go.\" Darius will follow behind Sheyra upon entering the water." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Hold on! I think we should try to figure out what's happened here before we go rushing off down that shaft. \"\n\n[OOC]You guys can just tell me to shut up, but I really wanna know what rope Sheyra pulled on. Though I suppose it doesn't much matter, as she still has Spider Climb .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"We have to do something! We can't just abandon Hajih, can we?\"\n\nSheyra volunteers to dive back down and spider climb back to the hidden underwater grotto with her end of the rope.\n\nSheyra assures everyone that the passage is short enough that even those who can't swim can pull themselves underwater along the rope safely.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Remember that Darius pulled up the rope that Hajih had been attached to. Hajih's end was cut, but the rest of the rope is still usable. This is the rope that Sheyra apparently tied around herself before she dove underwater the first time ... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \nDarius will take his end of the rope. \"Good, go. Pull the rope once if you want us to come across, and twice if you're in danger... just in case.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I didn't hear that she tied it around herself. The original post said she tied a robe , and I took you at your word, so to speak.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I say that it should be 1 tug for danger, 2 when you are ready... but I say we go ahead. Just make sure to establish which is which before you go. \"\n\nWith that, he removes his scroll cases, opens the tops, sets them on the ground, and asks the group, \" DOes anyone have any spare cloth? \"\n\n(If someone offers some, he will put it around the scrolls inside to keep them dry, and then put the caps back on very tightly.)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"'Fraid not, all right Sheyra go ahead.\" \n\n(OOC: ???Uh... bump :-/)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa swings her pack off of her back and opens the flap. \"Sure, Achkby. Here ya go!\" With that, she begins flinging bits of clothing at him. A garish rainbow-striped scarf, a shirt that looks like it used to be white, a sheer purple shift trimmed with ribbons and lace... \"Hmm, looks like that's it.\" The gnome proceeds to unload her crossbow, then stuff it into the pack. Amazingly, it fits. Even more amazingly, there is no crossbow-shaped lump. She does the same with her quiver of bolts, fastens the pack tightly shut, and puts it back on. A bit of ingenuity with some string, and Lissa manages to tie her everburning torch around her neck.\n\nThus prepared, Lissa eyes Darius and the rope. \"Anyone see a place where we can tie this end of the rope? No offense, Darius, but after what happened to Hajih it might not be the best idea to leave someone up here alone.\"\n\n\n(OOC: Everything is now stowed in Lissa's handy haversack except her armor, rapier, and everburning torch.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Great. Thanks a lot, Liss... \" he finds the shift, and holds it up. He holds it up in front of himself, and raises his eyebrows.\nHe looks around it at her, and gives her a rye smile.\n\" I'll spare you this one. \"\n\nHe flings it towards her, but it doesn't get very far, floating to the ground about halfway between them.\nHe shrugs, picks it up, and carries it the rest of the way to her. Still with a sort of half-smile.\n\nHe then goes back to his stuff, and slings his pack from his back. He does his best to waterproof the scrollcases with the shirt and scarf, and then puts them in his pack. He unrolls his bedroll, and then rewraps it, with two pouches from his belt in the middle. That goes in next, folowed by his pouch of slingstones, which he ties to the pack with his sling.\nHe checks his spear, and then draws out a thin stick of straight, greenish wood with a bulbous head. A couple of gestures and a short incantation leaves it glowing like Sheyra's new 'headband.'\n\n\" All right. I'm prepared as I will ever be... \"\n\nHe takes a deep breath, and squares his shoulders.\n\n((Ready.))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n This isn't gonna end well Aeroz thinks to himself as he removes his chainmail.\n\n\"Hey Lissa? Got any room for this?\" Aeroz Says as he drops the armor on the ground. He has a bit of a grimace on his face, as if he is taking every bad outcome to the extreme.\n\n Well, I might as well learn how to swim now... " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\n\"Is everyone ready?\" Sheyra asks. After getting a response, she says, \"Brace yourselves. The water's really cold,\" before climbing back into the pool." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra slips back under the water with the rope. Once she has resurfaced on the other side, she gives a quick tug on the rope.\n\n\"Was it one tug for danger or one tug means it's safe?\" she wonders to herself. She waits a moment then tugs twice on the rope for good measure.\n\nThe mixed signals cause some initial confusion, but in the end the rest of the party follows the guide rope into the hidden grotto, one by one.\n\nSoon, everyone is huddled, shivering and wet, on the \"beach\" of this hidden cave. The drag marks are clearly visible heading into a dark tunnel deeper into the Underdark. If Hajih is still alive, no doubt he is at the end of that trail ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Again, I ask, ' Is there water?? '\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby immediately checks his scroll cases for damage to their precious contents. Assuming none:\n\nHe tosses the clothing back to Lissa, saying, \" Thaks a lot. Really. \"\n\nThen he looks around at his diismal-loking companions, and announces, \" Well, we came through that horrid, watery tunnel to rescue that ineffectual guide, so let's get to it. \"\n\nHe slings his pack down, and unpacks and reequips everything that he stored in it before the swim, checking to make sure that the pouches in his bedroll have suffered no damage." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius will grab the rope and roll it up. \"We don't want anyone following us.\" He then holds up his everburning torch and walks off in the lead, following the trail." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Hold on, Darius, \" Achkby cautions. \" We should make sure that everyone else is ready before going on. Speed may be important, but readiness is doubly so. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius takes another step, eager to go on, but then turns and waits for the others to get ready. \"I suppose you're right. Try to hurry people, a man's life is more important than the crap you carry around.\" \n Especially if that man's life is in your hands. \n \"Well, at least the bastard gave us a trail we could follow for once.\" he says, his mouth grins a little but his eyes stay cold and dark." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa surfaces with a splutter, which quickly turns into breathless cursing. \"You weren't kidding, Sheyra! Aiee, a few more minutes and I would be a gnome-shaped ice sculpture!\"\n\nShe pulls herself onto the rocky shore, wrings her soggy braid out, then drops her pack on a dry patch of rock and opens it. \"Okay, chainmail for Aeroz... there ya go.\" She heaves the suit out of the backpack, and it lands in a clinking pile. Still dry. \"Quiver and crossbow for me, check. Oh, thanks, Achkby.\" Lissa reclaims her spare clothes. \"Did they work for you okay?\" Lissa starts to reload the crossbow with damp, shaking hands, then stops. \"Bugger this for a game of soldiers. I'm getting dry before I do anything else!\" With that, she sets down the crossbow, digs a spare cloak out of the Amazing Magic Backpack, and begins vigorously toweling herself off. \"That's good... now for better.\"\n\nShe glances covertly at the resident sorcerer to make sure he's watching. A few chanted words and odd gestures later, Lissa's soggy leather armor and damp hair are steaming. The gnome smiles contentedly. \"Ahh... warm.\" Hands now warmed up, she proceeds to load her crossbow and remove the everburning torch from its string around her neck. \"Okay, who's scouting this time?\"\n\n\n(OOC: Prestidigitation ability is now used up for the day... or whatever you call it in the Underdark.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz dons his chainmail and draws his blade, readying to face whatever may come.\n\n\"Well, it could be worse.\"\n\n[OOC: For the drow, it would be a cycle of Narbondel. For the illithids it is whenever they damn feel like it, and for everyone else, its before something skewers them]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"This time we'll head forward as a group, I don't want to risk having another death on my hands so I'll lead.\" Darius says, seeing that everyone is ready and then setting off on the trail, everburning torch held high above his head." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra takes a moment to wring out her wet hair, then picks up her backpack. \"Darius is right,\" she says. \"We should hurry.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWatching the gnomish lady use a quick spell to dry herself out, Achkby enthusiastically says, \" Good idea, Lissa. \"\n\nHe, too, casts a simple spell, and after a few moments, his clothes appear dry.\n\n\" Anyone else want to dry out and warm up? \" he asks cheerfully.\n\n[OOC]Using Prestidigitation to first warm my sodden clothes, and then dry them. Then dry out my other possessions. Will do the same for others for as long as the spell lasts.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thanks to a clever use of a simple cantrip, Lissa and Achkby manage to have the party more or less warm and dry in just a minute or two.\n\nFollowing Darius, the party heads into the dark tunnel, following the drag marks. His torch illuminates the way 40 ft ahead. Sedryn mutters a prayer, hoping that it isn't too late to save Hajih ...\n\nThe tunnel is fairly narrow, crooked, and quite irregular, forcing everyone to move in single file. Water glistens on the ground and drips from the walls. The ground slopes gently downward, and after about 100 yards the passage straightens and widens enough so that you can move two abreast. After another 100 yards, the passage opens into a vast chasm.\n\nYour party finds itself on a 40 ft x 20 ft ledge jutting out into empty blackness. A well-maintained rope bridge extends into the darkness.\n\nSuddenly, a gruff voice calls out from the darkness beyond the reach of Darius' torch, \"Hold it! That's far enough! Who are you people, and what are you doing down here?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, nervous, strains his eyes, trying to peer farther out into the gloom. He readies a spell to shed light on the speaker if need be, trying to find his location by the sound of his voice if he cannot see the man.\n\n[OOC]I will cast Dancing Lights if I feel threatened. Also, will try to find the dude. Using hearing to find him if necessary -- yes, at a minus 2 penalty if I have to!!! [/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"We're searching for a friend, we mean you no harm!\" Darius says, heading closer to the voice and holding the torch up higher to try and see the speaker.\n\n Duergar? Maybe something worse... well, I knew we couldn't get through the Underdark without fighting something. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz keeps his mouth shut and his rapier readied, not knowing what might be waiting. He also draws his dagger from his belt, keeping the other four concealed." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Gruff voice \n\nThe voice calls out again, a more rustic tone becoming recognizable, something you'd hear more frequently on a farm than in the Underdark. A veil of mild annoyance fails to conceal the tinge of uncertainty underlying it.\n\n\" Yer friend, eh? Rough place ta lose a friend. \"\n\nThere is the sound of something being dragged back from the far end of the bridge, accompanied by audible metallic footfalls, as if the owner of the voice is trying to move further away from the light.\n\n\" \"Feel free ta answer my first question when ya get the chance. I ain't in any rush. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby casts his spell, causing four torchlike lights to spring into existence around and slightly behind where he thinks that the voice is coming from.\n\n((Ye gods, so many cantrips!))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa has been straining to see the source of the voice- on tiptoes, leaning out over the side of the bridge- without much success. She sighs, irritated. \"Man, the Gray Cousins got all the good gifts. Why didn't we at least get darkvision instead of low-light?\"\n\nAs the gnome hears Achkby chanting the familiar words of dancing lights (one of the three cantrips Lissa can cast), she grins, shoves the everburning torch into her belt, and raises her loaded crossbow to point toward the voice. Just in case...\n\n\n(OOC: Ready action to fire if the other party proves hostile. Lissa will NOT initiate combat, unless one of the senior party members- Darius, Aeroz, Sedryn- orders her to fire first.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dancing lights blink into existence 100 ft away from Achkby, illuminating the far end of the rope bridge.\n\nA short but broad-shouldered half-orc, clad in plate mail, stands on the opposite ledge 120 ft away. His body seems somewhat misshapen and asymmetric, but he moves surprisingly gracefully, drawing back an arrow that he already had nocked on the string of his longbow.\n\nHajih lies at his feet, bound and gagged, but otherwise appearing to be unhurt.\n\nA few seconds pass as both sides wait for the other to make the first move." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe orc seems thouroughly stunned by the sudden appearance of the lights. His head cants forward slightly, squinting forward awkwardly, though his bow remains at ready.\n\nHe growls the low sound audible over a distance, before barking a choppy response, \" Yeah, light, swell. I'm still waiting. \"\n\nHis concern seems legitimate, as he seems unable to clearly see you over the distance. His gritted expression betrays a tired wariness and suspicion. Either way, he doesn't seem inclined to back down, waiting out the standoff tensely." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra lets out a barely audible sigh of relief at the sight of Hajih. She tenses her body, however, and looks ready for a fight." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"I beleive thats our friend you have bound and gagged over there. It would be greatly appreciated if you were to hand him over. He wont do you much good, being a lousy guide and all\"\n\nAeroz sheathes his rapier as a sign of good faith, but holds his dagger in a way that hides it behind his forearm." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius will head across the bridge slowly and cautiously with his hand on the ropes at either side." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe half-orc tracks Darius as he moves closer, more out of caution than overt hostility. Oddly enough, as the man closes, he seems to become less tense as opposed to more.\n\nEventually, he drops his aim, relaxing his bow, though he makes no move to unstring the arrow.\n\nUp closer, Lumpy is visibly bedraggled, wet dirty, and beaten up. He looks tired and irritable, a half-hearted scowl still directed across the bridge towards the others. Finally, he calls out again, though his tone has lightened somewhat.\n\n\" Well, if the rest'a ya ain't dark elves, or what have ya, ya'd do better ta come where I can see ya. Unless ya'd rather leave yer friend tied up all day. Or something nasty comes this way, whichever happens first \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"If your an enemy of the drow, you're a friend of ours.\" Darius says, relaxing and walking calmy towards the end of the rope bridge at his usual pace.\n\n \"How long have you been down here anyways?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThe wary rogue follows her companions across, sure-footed even on the swaying rope bridge. She keeps her crossbow at the ready, not bothering to put a hand down on the guide-ropes. Not the most stable bridge I've ever crossed, but by Baravar it beats balancing on a windowsill! \n\nLissa stops a few feet away, peering distrustfully at the half-orc over her crossbow. \"So if you're friendly and all, why have you got Hajih trussed up there like a roast? He's certainly no drow. And neither are we.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy shrugs, almost casually in response to Darius' question, \" A week, mebbe two? Hard ta tell when everything's in black and white. I'm running out'a food, anyway. \"\n\nHe slings his bow, replacing the arrow in it's quiver in a practiced maneuver, seemingly content with the makeup of the party, before kneeling to unbind Hajih. He leaves his eyes on the others, obviously not quite beyond his doubts, That's a house rule down here. Act first, figger things out later. Best way ta stay alive. And don't go anywhere alone. \" He flicks a meaningful glance back down at Hajih as if for emphasis, before continuing, \" So what brings a colorful bunch like yerselves down here? That Svirf got ya on a fool's errand too? \"\n\nHe finishes with Hajih, stepping back to give him room." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Actually, we're on an... errand, some of us. It led us to the Glimmersea, but we've sort of been wandering around here for a while. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nStanding up, Hajih shakes off the rope and stretches a bit before shaking his head. He turns to the half-orc and looses a string of obscenities that would make a long shore man blush.\n \"...And that’s what I'll do to you if you ever tie me up again.\" Looking embarrassed for a moment, Hajih turns towards the bridge \"did anyone grab my pack or my hawk?\" Hajih pauses for a moment before taking a long swig from his flask and glaring menacingly at the half-orc." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fortunately, Hajih's pack and bird managed to make their way through the underwater passage, tucked away in Lissa's magic backpack.\n\nThe hawk flaps over to Hajih and settles down on his shoulder, grooming his feathers with an irritated air." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby directs the lights around the area they're in, checking for anything interesting, dangerous, or extraordinary.\n\nThen he turns to Haji's captor, and says, \" Well, we've told you why we're down here. Why are you here, eh? \"\n\n And what made you think that you could take our ineffectual guide from us? " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Tichkeck \n\nLumpy snorts belligerantly in response to Hajih, before glancing back to Achkby,\n\n\" There's a grey gnome in Velprintalar. I WAS on business fer him, but seeing as the rest of the morons he hired have gone and gotten themselves killed by Drow or worse, I call that a moot point. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Did you meet this gnome at the Golden Griffon by any chance? And what was the assignment he sent you on?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy looks for a moment like he doesn't want to say, but then then grunts a grudging affirmative, \" Not like it matters anymore anyway. We were s'posed ta take these cloaked women, all secretive-like, through here, across some glimmerwater or something. Apparently, ya can get all the way through ta Telflamm if yer crazy enough. \"\n\nHe shrugs, buying a little time to collect his thoughts, \" There was nine'a us that left the Griffon, the women, three'a them, and six others. We made it ta that stupid underground lake, but they were in such a rush, we ran right inta a pack a Dhazzir there. I was the only one with enough sense ta cut and run when things went south. 'Far as I know, they're all dead now, or slaves. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Daiurs \n\nDarius grins a little, \"Ya don't say...\" \n \"So you know how to get there from here?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The half-orc indicates that almost any downhill passage from this point on will eventually lead to the shores of the Glimmersea. The trick is not finding the Glimmersea; the trick is getting from here to there without running into any drow slavers (or worse) ...\n\nYou rest on the ledge, eating some rations and sipping at your water. You are all almost completely out of drinking water at this point, especially the half-orc who is also completely out of food.\n\nSedryn volunteers to go back across the bridge, back to the room with the water (and the \"beach\") to replenish your waterskins (despite the risk). He slings your waterskins over his shoulder and heads back across the swaying rope bridge ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Maybe someone should go with him... \" says Achkby, not making a move to follow the man.\n\nAfter a moment, though, he shakes his head, and jumps forward, heading off after Sedryn.\n\n\" It'll be me. I've saved his skin once, and I'll be damned if I won't rescue him again, if I have to. \"\n\nHe swings his spear from his back, and hurries after Sedryn.\n\n\" Watch our new friend! \" he calls out over his shoulder. \" You should get well acquainted. \"\n\n[OOC]Does Sedryn have a lightsource? If so, Achkby will just stick close to him. If not, he'll cast light on the spearhead. This is a helluva lot of cantrips.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, but I do not beleive you have given us your name.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy remains standing, alternating between watching the others eat, and staring into the darkness, his sharp gaze making out the surroudings even beyond the range of lights. He appears unwilling to ask the others for any help, despite his own lack of food and almost seems to miss Aeroz' question, out of focus as he is,\n\n\" Eh? Oh, Lumpy. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra generously offers to share her food with Lumpy. The incongruity of the petite human girl sharing her meager rations with the large, battle-scarred half-orc seems not at all out of place here, deep in the Underdark.\n\nSedryn keeps one of the everyburning torches held high in one hand as he cautiously makes his way back across the rope bridge. Achkby follows close behind.\n\nYou party has been extremely lucky not to have encountered any significant danger so far in the Underdark (except for Lumpy). Unfortunately, your party's luck has just run out ...\n\nSedryn freezes about halfway across the bridge. \"There's someone there!\" The rope bridge sways gently as he and Achkby peer intently at the far end of the bridge. It is hard to make out who or what is waiting at the far end, but there's no question that Sedryn and Achkby are sitting ducks as they stand in the middle of the rope bridge with the everburning torch ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: can the rest of the party see their predicament? if so then]\n\n Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz fits a bolt to his crossbow and begins to aim for the figure coming towards them. If at any point he can see who is coming, if it looks threatening, he will fire." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rest of the party, sitting on the ledge, notices that Sedryn and Achkby have stopped, but there isn't enough light for anyone to make out what is happening at the far end of the bridge ...\n\nAeroz senses that there is something wrong, however, and quickly loads his crossbow." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc accepts Sheyra's offered food with an almost surprised look, and a few awkwardly rumbled thanks. He doesn't waste much time eating, downing what little food there is in a few gulps. For a moment, he seems almost content, but his content expression reverts to its dour norm as Aeroz jumps to action,\n\n\" What're ya all worked up over now, elf? \"\n\nHe follows Aeroz' gaze with his own, but is unable to see through the darkness at such a great distance. Warily, he begins to approach their end of the bridge, hoping to bring whatever the problem is within range of his darkvision. He leaves his weapons slung, but seems ready to jump for them if needed." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby quietly casts a spell, conjuring up a thin wall of force around his body. [OOC] Mage Armor [/OOC]\nHe peers into the darkness, straining his eyes to see to the end of the bridge.\n\n\" Who's there? \" he asks sharply." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius calls over to Achkby and Sedryn, trying to get his voice at just the right volume so that they can hear but whatever is at the other end is just out of reach.\n\n \"Get back here! Whatever that is it's probably pursuing us! We can refill at the Glimmersea, get back so I can cut the ropes!\" \n\nHe glares off into the darkness, notching an arrow to his bow after loosening his sword in it's sheath." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih swings his crossbow from his backpack and loads it. At Darius's suggestion he places the crossbow pack on his backpack and pulls a rapier and hammer from his belt.\n \"Get back quick, I can hold off whatever is on the other side for however long it takes for us to get away.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Okay, there's the plan then. Everyone take out your bows and aim, wait until they make it back across the bride, fire at the pursuers. When they get off the bridge, I'll cut the rope. Hajih, you and me'll cover them\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy simply stands at the end of the bridge staring into the darkness. Though one hand now rest on the flail at his belt, he makes no move to acknowledge either Darius' of Hajih's commands, waiting until he can see what the commotion is over before he acts." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra's eyes strain through the darkness, desperately trying to see what's going on. She stands up and begins to walk slowly towards the light of the everburning torch." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Without warning, Sedryn's everburning torch is snuffed out, plunging him and Achkby into complete darkness.\n\nThe rest of you gathered on the ledge can't see anything past the first third of the rope bridge - beyond that, all is black. The bridge trembles and sways, indicating frantic movement.\n\nA half dozen black missiles hiss out of the blackness, shattering on the stone behind you ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "Darius pulls Sheyra back. \"Everyone get down behind the rock!\" \n Dammit, what can I do? I can't shoot, I need light. \n \"Sedryn! Achkby! Get back here!\" he yells at the top of his lungs." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Damn! Don't cut the bridge just yet\" At those words Hajih starts running across the bridge." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby casts a quick spell, causing his spearhead to flare up like a torch.\n\n[OOC]He will move somewhere, depending on what he can see...[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Keep quiet will you. If he knows we are here, that this wont work\" Aeroz whispers loudly. He keeps his crossbow trained on the figure." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy growls, low and powerful, unnaccustomed to his inability to see through the dark. For the first time, his hand drops to his flail, unhooking it from his belt in a smooth motion. He backs up half a step, raising his other arm to place a plated forearm between the danger and his otherwise unprotected face." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa has cocked her crossbow and was maneuvering to get a good shot at the end of the bridge when Sedryn's light went out. She pauses, straining to see. Of course, she can't see any better than anyone else. \"Achkby! Sedryn! Sing out, one of you, so we know where you are!\" An arrow clatters on the stone beside her, and the rogue hastily dives behind a rock outcropping. What now? I've got a couple darkvision scrolls, but if somebody cast a darkness spell over there it won't work. Wait... let's test that hypothesis... The gnome shifts her crossbow to one hand and chants a few words in Gnomish, gesturing with her free hand. Four torch-bright balls of light in varying shades of purple, pink and blue wink into existence several feet away. With a shooing gesture, Lissa sends them shooting toward the last place she saw Achkby and Sedryn.\n\n(OOC: Dancing lights racial ability is now used up for the day-cycle.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa sends the dancing lights across the bridge towards Achkby and Sedryn. As she feared, the balls of light are swallowed up by the blackness, vanishing like pebbles thrown into a pond. The edge of the darkness lies about 40 ft away.\n\nMeanwhile, Achkby illuminates the head of his spear - unfortunately, the light spell merely creates a sickly faint purple glow, barely visible at arm's length.\n\nSedryn and Achkby begin to retreat back toward their companions. Vibrations on the rope bridge tell them that others are approaching from the far side.\n\nWhen Sedryn and Achkby emerge from the darkness , Achkby's light fully illuminates the near end of the bridge. Hajih is there to meet them, and the three carefully edge their way back to relative safety.\n\nThe bridge continues to vibrate and two more bolts streak out of the darkness. One glances off of Lumpy's armor. Glancing down at the shattered projectile, Lumpy recognizes the handiwork of the dark elves and groans. Damn it! " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "(OOC: I'm assuming relative safety is the ledge, if not, discard this post)\n\n Darius \n\nDarius puts the arrow back in it's sheath and slides the bow back across his back. He takes his sword and begins sawing furiously at the ropes holding up the bridge.\n\n \"Someone get the other side, everybody else cover us!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby quickly resheathes his spear, takes out his sling, loading a stone into it. Then he steps back to behind the outcropping with Lissa.\n\" Damn! I hope Lumpy's right, and we can get to the Glimmersea by just going down... \" he trails off, and just stands for a moment, waiting for someone to show themself, spells and sling ready.\nFearing the arrival of more arrows, he hastily casts a defensive spell, sheathing himself in a protective layer of magical force.\nThen, he turns, and calls to Lumpy, \" Oi! Lumpy! Any idea what it is that's attacking us? \"\n\n[OOC]Sheath weapon, draw weapon, move to cover, cast Mage Armor . Admittedly, slightly more than a single turn, but...\nAC 18\nHP 14[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz peers from behind and tries to make out the shape of the assailant. If he can tell that they are drow, he fires, trying to find an opening on them (Preferably a head)\n\n Light Crossbow +6\nDamage 1d6+1d6(Sneak Attack)\nHP 23\nAC 17 " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\n(OOC: I assume you meant the ledge when you said relative safety-Also shouldn't there be a new thread due to the fact this one is over 50 pages or so long?)\n\nHajih swings the hammer back onto his belt and begins sawing at the other side of the bridge with his rapier.\n\nHP: 23\nAC: 15" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "Sheyra stands so her body is mostly blocking Darius and prepares to deal with incoming projectiles.\n\n(Ready an action to Deflect Arrows, Ref save +6)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa swears briefly but fervently in Gnomish as the dancing lights are swallowed by the darkness spell. With a beckoning gesture, she calls them back to hover at the near edge of the darkness , over the bridge. \"There. Now hopefully we'll be able to see whoever comes out of there,\" she mutters.\n\nLissa smiles tightly as Achkby joins her behind the rock. \"Heyla, Achkby. Nice to see you in one piece.\" The gnome shoves her everburning torch into her pack (now having Achkby's light spell to see by) and takes her crossbow in both hands. Cautiously she points the loaded crossbow over the rock, peering through the darkness for a target. Callarduran Smoothhands, lord and protector of those who venture into the World Below, please aid us now! \n\n\n(OOC: Direct dancing lights to a point above the bridge just outside the darkness. Ready action to fire crossbow if an enemy shows itself on or near the bridge.\nHP 22\nAC 17)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy scowls openly now, gritting words out between clenched fangs, \" Whaddaya think? Drow.. They've always been a step ahead'a me. \"\n\nHe drops the arm from in front of his face, he slides his other hand down to grip the haft of his flail, which he drops into a low ready stance, taking a position at the head of the bridge to stop any dark elves from getting across before the others cut the ropes.\n\n(OOC: If Lumpy's initiative is high enough, he'll ready an action to trip any enemy that gets within melee range of him. otherwise, he'll try and do it when his turn comes\n\n+10 to hit, +14 on the opposed check, and a free attack if successful.\nHP 31\nAC 19)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn and Achkby scramble to cover while Darius and Hajih try to cut the ropes supporting the bridge.\n\nLissa and Aeroz take up defensive positions, their crossbows aimed at the edge of the darkness .\n\nSheyra and Lumpy stand at the foot of the bridge, blocking any passage.\n\nDarius saws away at the thick fibrous ropes, but Hajih discovers that his rapier, primarily designed for thrusting, is of no use. He sheathes his rapier and fumbles for another weapon.\n\nMeanwhile, all eyes are on the edge of the darkness . The bridge continues to tremble as someone or something continues to approach ... closer ... closer ...\n\nFinally, a shaggy humanoid emerges from the darkness into the bright illumination from Lissa's dancing lights and Achkby's light . You can clearly see the hulking creature's chalky gray skin and bulging shoulders and arms. Stringy black locks frame coarse, brutish features. Most striking is the fact that the creature has no eyes - grimlock! Three additional creatures follow close behind the first one.\n\nAeroz's and Lissa's crossbow bolts strike the first grimlock, and it topples off of the bridge into the darkness of the chasm. After a surprisingly long time, you hear a faint kersplash! as its body strikes water below. The other three grimlocks continue their relentless approach, oblivious to their companion's fate. They are a mere 30 ft away, moving slowly but methodically across the bridge.\n\nBlack crossbow bolts continue to streak towards your party as your unseen assailants continue to take potshots at you. Sheyra grabs one bolt out of the air, just before it would have struck Darius. Looking at the bolt she notices an oily sheen on its needle sharp head - poison! \n\n...\n\nIn the midst of the chaos, there is a flash of light behind you, in the tunnel leading downward away from the bridge. You can hear voices and movement coming from the tunnel. A faint glow of light is visible around a bend. It looks like you might be surrounded ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The Baron PM'd me that it would be OK to start a new thread after tying things up in this one. Once this encounter is resolved, we will continue the campaign in a new thread ... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa whoops as Aeroz's and her crossbow bolts strike true, and the presumably dead grimlock topples off the bridge. \"Hah! Take that, you... you... eyeless thing!\" As she shouts, the gnome is busily reloading her crossbow. Just as Lissa recocks the loaded bow, though, a light catches her eye and she turns to see a moving light source in the tunnel behind them. She hears voices and footsteps as well. \"People! We've got company coming from behind!\"\n\nSighting once more on the grimlocks, Lissa shoots again. TWANG!\n\n(OOC: Reload the crossbow and shoot it.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy keeps his stance as the grimlocks approach, relying on his armor to protect him from the bolts hissing by. His expression has lost much of it's grimness, replaced by almost eager anticipation, as if he knows he was born to fight, and might as well look forward to it.\n\nAs Lissa calls out, Lumpy glances back distractedly, growling out a quick response, \" Drow don't need light any more than I do. Less, even. \" He leaves it at that, content to let others extrapolate what they will from that.\n\n(OOC Still waiting for them to close in)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius continues sawing at the rope furiously. He watches as Sheyra catches the poison arrow in front of him, \"Thanks, I owe you one.\" \n\nThen he hears the commotion behind him. \"Aeroz, replace Hajih at the rope! We're not gonna get flanked! Sedryn, Lumpy, keep it up! Hajih, Achkby, and Lissa, keep attacking the ones on the bridge until you can see what's coming from behind us! Let's give 'em hell!\" \n\n((OOC: Quite the epic encounter!))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Lumpy's right, \" calls Achkby, \" Why would Drows need light? \"\n\nThen he begins chanting, casting a complex spell with long, drawn-out hand gestures, and many harsh, crackling syllables at the end. He finishes by hurling an arm out towards the grimlock at the rear of the advancing ones.\nA bolt of bluish-white electricity shoots towards the creature.\n\n[OOC]\nAC: 18\nHP: 14\nTouch Attack: Melf's Acid Arrow , Energy Substitution for Electricity, at +5, 2d4 Electricity damage.\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\n\"They might be surfacers,\" Sheyra says about the people with the light, \"But that doesn't mean they won't hurt us.\" She stays right where she is, blocking the bridge." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "Aeroz reloads his crossbow and fires at another grimlock, again, trying to aim for a weak point. \"Achby's right, why would drow need light\" Aeroz mutters to himself before yelling to Darius \"I'm sort of in a tight situation here. I'm better off picking these guys off from a distance\"\n\n Light Crossbow +6\nDamage: 1d6+1d6(sneak attack)\nHP 23\nAC 17 \n\n[OOC: Bhdrake, I took a look at your character sheet, and I dont see how your stats fit in to 25 point buy. Are you sure you got them right?]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Fine then.\" Darius will continue sawing at the rope on his side.\n\n((I'll move over if I finish this side within the turn, if not I'll post my action for next turn))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius continues to hack away at the ropes, severing several of the thick hemp cables. The rope bridge sways crazily, but the grimlocks hang on for their lives and continue their approach.\n\nAeroz and Lissa pick off another grimlock who, like his predecessor, tumbles off of the bridge only to splash into unseen water far below.\n\nLightning arcs from Achkby's fingertips, searing the rearmost grimlock. Smoke rises from the entrance and exit wound left by the electricity. The grimlock hardly reacts as it continues to wobble its way forward.\n\nAlmost simultaenously, the veil of darkness vanishes, revealing four more grimlocks making their way across the bridge (bringing the total number of surviving grimlocks to six). They show no fear as they slowly close in on the ledge, the nearest one is only 10 ft away ...\n\nEven with the darkness dispelled, none of you are able to make out the hidden assailants at the far end of the bridge. Unfortunately, apparently they can see you just fine now ...\n\nSix more crossbow bolts scream towards your position. This time they are aimed with merciless precision at Darius and Sheyra. She deflects one, and dodges another, but a third creases her shoulder. Two bolts strike Darius, while the third narrowly misses. The first bolt fails to penetrate his armor, but the second strikes true knocking him off his feet.\n\nDarius feels a little woozy as the drow poison seeps into his veins, but he shakes it off, focusing on the task at hand. He looks up at Sheyra who is checking her shoulder. \"It's just a flesh wound!\" she reassures him ... then the color drains from her face and she slumps to the ground unconscious.\n\nSedryn fingers his mace uneasily, stepping over Sheyra protectively. \"Lathander preserve us! We're sitting ducks on this ledge!\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Frojoe is right. Lumpy has too many points. Simplest fix would be to reduce INT to 12. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Urgh...\" \n\nDarius vision goes blurry, he starts seeing double, then glares and straightens his vision, continuing to saw furiously away at the rope.\n\n \"Break, dammit!\" \n Hopefully I'll have this one done by the next volley, there's nothing I'd like to see more than those bastards fall. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih Human Ranger \n\nSwinging his crossbow from its hook on his pack, Hajih fires his already loaded bolt.\n(OOC: Drawing crossbow and firing bolt at the nearest Grimlock))\nHeavy Crossbow +6\nDamage:\nHP 23\nAC 15" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa curses fervently as Sheyra falls. The rogue starts reloading her light crossbow once more with frantic haste. \"That wasn't a fatal shot, or even a disabling one... those bolts must be poisoned!\" She sights on the lead grimlock, loosing her bolt with another twang. \"Sedryn's right! Got any brilliant ideas, Darius?\"\n\n(OOC: Load and shoot again. HP 22, AC 17.)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"We could always go towards th' light. I think the poison in me is slowing my train of thought... and when did you grow two heads? Oh wait, never mind.\" \n She's back to three again, that was a close one. Pink elephants! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy shifts afterr the next volley, trying to keep his braod form between Darius as he tries to cut the ropes. The motion is reminiscant of a bodyguard defending his charge, and seems strangely out of place from a nearly total stranger. Again he speaks, hardly more than a grolw shaped into words, \" Even if ya cut the bridge, they can still shoot us. \"\n\nHe shrugs, regardless, \" Fight or flee, pick one. Ain't time fer a vote. He seems oddly content to let someone else make the decision, for his part still waiting for his flail to come into play.\n\n(OOC My bad.. I must've gotten wires crossed while I was finagling with stats. I did dex -1 and int -1. I think it's correct now, but someone should probably check it for me)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves out from behind the rock, smiling grimly as the Grimlock he hit is wracked by another spasm of electricity from the same spell.\n\nHe dashes towards the bridge, and cries to his friends, \" Once we get this bridge cut, we'd better just flee! I'd rather try my chances against whatever's down that tunnel than against whatever's shooting us! \"\n\nWith that, he holds his hand just above the rope from the bridge that Darius isn't cutting, and casts the same spell as he did before, but faster, without any of the crackling syllables at the end.\nThis time, viscous acid shoots from his hand. When it hits the rope, it starts burning the fibers away.\n\" The acid should take care of this side! \" he shouts into the chaos.\n\n[OOC]\nAC: 18\nHP: 14\n2d4 electricity damage to the second Grimlock, form the spell cast last round.\n(2d4?) acid damage to the rope holding the bridge to the ledge on the side that Darius isn't cutting\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The first grimlock is almost to the ledge when there is a loud TWANG! as the last of the main ropes is severed. The remainder of the ropes snap in two - thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip! \n\nThe bridge begins to fall, as if in slow motion. The half dozen grimlocks look up sightlessly as they drop. Most manage to hold on as the bridge drops away into the darkness. You can hear, but not see, the bridge slam into the far wall. A series of faint splashes follows.\n\nFrom across the yawning crevasse come some surprised voices in a language unfamiliar to you. More crossbow bolts streak across the chasm, and your group wisely decides to withdraw back into the tunnel. Sedryn picks up Sheyra and carries her out of harm's way.\n\nThe tunnel is wide and dry, sloping gently downward. Your party is sheltered from any projectile fire, and after a few moments, your assailants give up and stop shooting.\n\n...\n\nAhead of you, you hear voices and can see a light source just around a bend in the tunnel. The voices become hushed whispers. It seems that they are aware of your presence as well ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy looks disappointed that the fight ended before he got a chance to participate, but his face still retains some eagerness at the prospect of whoever might be around the bend. He speaks, loud enough to carry fairly well, though probably not intentionally, \" We're kind'a in a hurry here. Those damned elves pobably know another way around, and I don't wanna be standing here when they find it. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I'm assuming that my spell wasn't necessary, then?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhen the bridge falls, Achkby cries, \" Excellent! ,\" but the glow from down the tunnel quickly pulls him back into a grim mood.\n\n\" Well, let's hope that whoever's down there is more friendly, \" he murmurs.\nHe puts his sling back on his belt, and draws his spear. He holds it up, high over his head, and out in front of him, trying to peer as far down the tunnel as possible with the help of its light." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hahah!\" Darius cackles out. He stands up to his full height yelling out \"Burn in hell, scum!\" as the bridge falls.\n\nWhen the party finally is out of reach he yanks the arrow from his body and throws it to the floor, stomping on it.\n\n \"Sedyrn, could you heal Sheyra and I before we go into battle again? Tholse people are most likely dangerous, and I think the poison is getting to me.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nSwinging his crossbow back on his pack, Hajih draws his rapier and hammer and proceeds to take the lead \"Bridge or no bridge, I'll take my chances with the unknown!\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"If only you'd have told us it was the 'unknown' we'd be dealing with we might not have been so quick to hire you as our guide, but not is not the time. I'll have a word with you later.\" Darius says, but not with as much ferocity as he intended.\n\n Damn poison, damn Hajih, damn Underdark.. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa cheers as the bridge finally falls, taking the grimlocks with it. \"Woo-hoo! Take that, you...\" She proceeds to cast aspersions on the drow's ancestry, personal hygeine and private habits. Seeing the rest of the group head towards the tunnel, Lissa beckons her dancing lights over and does the same. The colorful lights zip toward the gnome and hover over her head as she peers around her comrades' legs and down the tunnel, crossbow at the ready.\n\n\n(OOC: I'm assuming she didn't get a chance to fire the bolt she loaded earlier. Ready action to fire if something obviously hostile shows itself.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz straps his crossbow to his leg and draws his rapier and dagger. He stays low and approaches the rest of the group. He faces the direction that the sound is coming from, but keeps an eye on all other possible directions.\n\n\"Keep alert. There are spells that can mimic sounds, so the could come out from anywhere.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa cranes her neck to look up at Aeroz, wide-eyed and innocent. \"Wow, really ? There are spells that mimic sounds?\" She smacks her forehead. \"I would never have known that! Will you teach me to pick a lock next, Mister Aeroz Sir?\" The gnome giggles at the elf's glare, elbows him in the leg and winks up at him before returning her attention to her crossbow. \" Ghost sound is one of three minor spells that every reasonably intelligent gnomish child learns. Don't ask me why, it's just the way things are.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby ignores Aeroz's needless comment and keeps watching.\n\n Yeah, but why would anyone bother to make it seem like there's all of that commotion down there and do something for light? I don't think that this is just a distraction... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\"Hardy har smarty pants. Perhaps I was taking into consideration that maybe Darius, the half orc or our inept guide did not know, or didn't think to remember, huh?\" Aeroz comments as he nudges Lissa with his knee. \"Besides\" Aeroz's voice drops to a low whisper \"its better that they either know we are aware of it or they think that we are stupid.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy watches the others argue impatiently for a bit, then scowls, stepping away from the wall towards the middle of the passage, muttering, \" Screw this. \"\n\nHe clears his throat, bellowing down the bend, \" Hey, out with ya, before I hafta come in! We ain't got all day! \" Under his breath, \" ..or night, whatever. \"\n\nHis hands flex around his flail, waiting for a response of some kind, and looking about ready to charge in." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n You be inept too if you were the one who nearly died \n\n\"Regardless, this is the underdark, so we were bound to run into something eventually. Be mindful, I was hoping for more 'friendly' adventurers like our intrepid half-orc and resident simpleton\" Hajih remarks before taking a swig from his flask." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa tries to dodge the incoming knee, but with the tight quarters and Aeroz's speed, she doesn't quite manage. \"Owwww...\", she grumbles. \"Gosh, can't you take a joke?\" Despite having been kneed in the face, the gnome's hands remain steady on her crossbow." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As your party cautiously moves down the passage, you hear a loud, piercing whistle echo from behind you, across the chasm. After three blasts, the whistle goes silent.\n\n\"A signal.\" Sedryn looks concerned. \"Others will come. We have to leave this area ...\"\n\nLumpy shouts out a challenge as you move towards the light and voices in the tunnel. When there is no response, your party moves forward, weapons ready. Sedryn carries Sheyra in his arms protectively.\n\nRounding the bend, you find yourselves face-to-face with another group of adventurers. Like yourselves, these adventurers appear to have recently been in combat. They look battered and bloody ... and decidedly suspicious.\n\n\n\nOOC: To be continued in The Sea of Starry Night ... " } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is 713DR, the Year of the Firedrake, and what will become known as the Weeping War rages on in Cormyr, the Dalelands, and the Dragon Coast. Humans and high elves fight what appears to be a losing battle against the drow and tiefling armies of Iyachtu Xvim and his fiendish lieutenants.\n\nHaving fought and adventured in the Dragon Coast for the better part of the past two years, your party has journeyed south through the Shining Plains toward Nimpeth in the Vilhon Reach for some much needed rest and relaxation. Nimpeth, known for its peerless vineyards and soothing mineral baths, still lies several days’ journey away, however, and night is falling.\n\nUnfortunately, the “shortcut” you took earlier today through the Wetwoods turned out to be anything but. You face an irritating choice – journey on through the night on an unfamiliar road in an unfamiliar land, or camp by the side of the road and hope to arrive in the next village along the road tomorrow in time for a late lunch. The climate of the Reach is temperate, and at this time of the year the nights are balmy, but the moon is new so Selûne will not light your way this night.\n\n\nOOC: The party (as of 07/17/05) currently includes:\n\n Fizahn , gnome mercenary adventurer/rogue\n Thokk , dwarf warrior out for vengeance\n Elthan Moonshade II , clone of the original Elthan\n Taern Torminson , female wild elf barbarian\n Linda the White , circle mage\n Graevic , scion of Ebonhammer\n Ssathiya , lizardkin druid\n\nThe OOC thread is here ." }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n\"This is as good a place as anywhere else. We might as well set up camp here.\"\n\nclears a small patch of ground, makes a circle of stones, and starts gathering together fallen sticks and leaves for a fire* (Survival check)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn \n \n\"I agree.\" \n\nSlides off his pony and begins unpacking his tent." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"Ach, you pansies. We should keep going through the night and we are that much closer to our goal. If we must, Ill stand first guard.\"\n\nSits down, and Takes out cookkit\n\n\"any of you, see if you can catch any animals. Im hungry\"\n\n Pansies " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nStands at his towering (Yeah, right) height of 3' 3\"; in front of the dwarf.\n\n \"Who're you calling a pansy? We happen to have lots of time on our hands. Making sure we get enough rest isn't pansyish. And I'll take first watch, you can take second.\" \n Why are all the dwarves in the world so rude? " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"If you saw the life of your beloved sucked dry right before your eyes, you would be too. Every minute spent resting is a minute wasted. Im not goint to waste my time. I have somethign do to, so I will take first watch\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nGazes at the horizon\n\n\"I would have much more appreciated the comfort of a inn bed, but I supposed we do need rest.\"\n\nUnmounts his horse and puts his backpack on the ground\n\n\"If you would prefer, dwarf, we could make this night a short one and leave early tomorrow morning, if the others agree.\"\n\nTakes the saddle and bags off his horse and starts petting him\n\n I don't have much left to feed you, I hope we get to a town soon. " }, { "author": "Daft_Morgan", "message": "Ephiliastokles chuckled, leaning back in his cart while his horse pulled it, moving at a slow trot. \"I'm not tired,\" he said flatly. \"But I suppose I haven't been doing anything tiring all day.\"\n\nHe pulled back easily on the reins, indicating that his horse should stop, and the cart followed suit. His two dogs, evidently quite relieved by the stop, both immediately hopped into the wagon and layed down. Ephiliastokles chuckled at this, and layed down his ranseur beside the animals, taking a moment to pet both quickly, before taking out his bedroll and laying it out on the ground.\n\n\"So this is where we're stopping, eh?\" he said, stroking his small goatee. \"Could've chosen a place with nicer scenery. Oh, well, beggars can't be choosers.\"\n\nAt this, Ephiliastokles placed his backpack in his cart, and sat down on the bedroll. Early to bed and early to rise made a man healthy, wealthy, and wise." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn \n \n\"You were just a tad too rude, dwarf, and don't think you are the only one who has lost loved ones.\" \n I wonder if the dwarf can get his past out of his head long enough to live in the present.... \n \"You can take first watch then.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Philodus indicates a nearby stream that can provide fresh water for the party and the group's three horses and two ponies.\n\nThe location he has chosen as a campsite is a stand of mangroves with a central depression that appears to be highly defensible. He has no trouble at all collecting enough wood and tinder to get a fire started quickly.\n\nPhilodus sets up his tent as the rest of the group unfolds their bedrolls. Thokk wonders if anyone will share their trail rations with him.\n\nThe stars shine brightly once the sun has set. All is quiet as Thokk takes the first watch...\n\n\n\n OOC: Philodus' survival check= 27! [18 + 9] \n\nPlease work out among you who will be on watch when. Each person on watch should send me ([email protected]) a Spot check and a Listen check via the Online Dice Roller .\n\nPlease indicate if you are doing anything unexpected, like sleeping in your armor or casting any spells. Also, Ephiliastokles, let me know what your two dogs will be doing." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"What has happened has happened. Ill wake you at midnight.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nAs he eats a trail ration around the fire\n\n\"We could cut this night short and leave early in the morning. We are closing on the next town and we can take more time to rest there.\"\n\nDrinks some water from his recently filled water skin" }, { "author": "Daft_Morgan", "message": "\"Max, Bruno,\" Ephiliastokles called, adding a whistle. \"You help the watchmen watch. Sorry, boys, but it's either you or me, and I'll let you guys catch some extra winks in the back of the wagon tomorrow if you behave.\"\n\nThe dogs both yawned, then reluctantly hopped out of the wagon. Ephiliastokles layed himself down on the bedroll, within easy reach of his wagon if he needed to get up and ride away at some point in the night. The two animals stayed nervous, yet alert, at their master's side.\n\n As long as they keep lookout, I guess they can stay here. " }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n\"I'll take the third watch, I guess. 'Night, all.\"\n\ncrawls into tent\n\n(After a few minutes, a careful listener can hear soft snoring and occasional muttered words coming from the enclosure.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Very well, second watch it is, good luck watching sir dwarf.\" \n\nFizahn crawls into his tent and you can hear grumbling about size differences between the tents." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nTakes his bedroll off his backpack and unrolls it near the fire.\n\n\"If you see or hear anything, wake me up Sir Thokk.\"\n\nTakes his crossbow, quiver and shortspear and puts them beside his bedroll. He then takes off his cloak and puts it on his weapons.\n\n\"If anyone cannot take their whatch for any reason, I'll replace them. Let's hope we don't get any unwanted visitors tonight, I would much appreciate the sleep.\"\n\nHe then quickly falls into a slumber\n\nOOC: My daggers are with my backpack, witch is with my saddle, and saddalebags in a pile not far from my horse. The horse in question is tied to a tree. I'm still wearing my bracers. My quiver contains 10 bolts, there rest are in the backpack. The crossbow is not loaded." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The night passes uneventfully, as have most of the past nights here in the Shining Plains.\n\nThokk, having had nothing to eat tonight, is grouchier than usual when he awakens Fizahn. He reports having neither seen nor heard anything unusual.\n\nFizahn settles into position, noting that Philodus has chosen an excellent location for tonight's camp. Hours pass uneventfully. Fizahn's eyelids start to droop, and he is just wondering whether it is too early to awaken Philodus or not, when he hears a faint crackle in the dark.\n\nFizahn almost convinces himself that it was just his imagination, but now that he is more awake, he realizes that the horses and ponies are restless, snorting and stamping their hooves. Casting a glance back towards Ephiliastokles' wagon, Fizahn sees that both dogs are on their feet, facing towards the horses and sniffing the air, their ears erect.\n\n\nOOC: Please identify who you are when you submit an online roll.\n\n Thokk's (?) Spot check: 15\nThokk's (?) Listen check: 1 (stomach grumbling too loudly?)\nFizahn's Spot check: 9\nFizahn's Listen check: 20 (!) " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn draws his rapier and goes to wake the others. He then grabs his everburning torch from his backpack and strains his eyes into the darkness.\n\nOOC: Fizahn's kinda paranoid, so he slept in his armor because it's light and doesn't get you any penalties. He buckled his rapier on after Thokk woke him." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"SNOORE\"\n\n\"Rubling Stomach\"\n\nOOC: Might be a good idea to wake us soon as you are the only character awake right now" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " The songs of birds are carried along on a soft breeze. It's a beautiful morning, and dew still sparkles on the undergrowth surrounding the forest path. The leaves have just just unfolded on the trees above, forming a living mosaic that filters the light of the sun into a green glow.\n\nNow the sudden wind carries a chill, and clouds race to cover the sky. Branches shake and twist, seeming to form strange and terrible patterns as they move. 'Can you see them?' the wind whispers. 'Can you see the hidden signs?\" Thunder shudders through the air, and countless small bodies fall from above: dead birds. \n\nPhilodus stirs fitfully in his sleep" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn is moving to wake his companions when Ephiliastokles' dogs growl and start barking frantically at the horses. His friends begin to stir.\n\nFizahn peers into the darkness, holding up his torch. At the edge of the illumination, he can see the horses and his ponies shifting anxiously, the whites of their eyes showing. There is no obvious reason for their skittishness.\n\nSuddenly, there is an audible \"crunch\" as one of the ponies is slammed to the ground in a spray of dirt and blood. Thokk's warhorse rears up, screaming, its front hooves flailing. Elthan's horse also rears up on its hind legs, dancing away from the fallen pony. Ephiliastokles' horse and Fizahn's other pony break their traces and run off into the night.\n\nThe sleeping members of the party are jolted awake by the unearthly cries of the panicked horses, the barking of the dogs, and Fizahn's shouting.\n\n\n\nOOC: In this surprise round, only Fizahn can act. All characters are now awake however. Everyone please submit initiative rolls for the next round, and let me know what actions you would like to take.\n\n [Fizahn's Spot check opposed by a Hide check of 19] \n Fizahn is in the center of the camp, about 60 feet from the horses, which were tied to trees at the edge of the grove, away from the road. (The campfire has more or less died down by this time.)\n\nHis everlasting torch illuminates 20' clearly and 40' dimly, but as a gnome, he can see better in low light than humans can. He can see the commotion 60' away, but can not make out what is attacking the animals.\n\nHe has one standard action in the surprise round. The other party members are as close to the horses as he is, but they are surprised/flatfooted this round. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn strains his eyes into the darkness around the commotion and points his rapier in that direction, obviously waiting for the monster\n\nOOC: I ready an attack if the monster charges and comes within my striking distance." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Initiative for Round 1\n\nThokk: 25 (20 + 5)\nPhilodus: 19 (18 + 1)\nunknown creature: 17\nElthan: 16 (15 + 1)\nFizahn: 13 (10 + 3)\nEphiliastokles: 6 (4 + 2) \n\n\nWarily, Fizahn levels his rapier, but before he can shout out any words of caution, he sees that Thokk has launched himself out of his bedroll, snatched up his bastard sword and shield, and is already (some might say rashly) sprinting towards the horses.\n\nAwakened by all of the noise, Philodus is groggy (and not just a little bit freaked out by his nightmare), but he has the presence of mind to immediately grab his bullseye lantern. With merely a word, he summons a point of brilliant light inside the lantern. Poking his head and arms outside his tent, he focuses the beam of light from his lantern toward the commotion. There is a moment during which Thokk's small, but rapidly pumping, legs are highlighted in the beam, then it falls on the horses. The two war horses, still tied to some trees, are frantically trying to get away from a dark fog that threatens to surround them. Even the powerful beam of light from Philodus' lantern doesn't seem to be able to penetrate the mist.\n\nMeanwhile, Elthan whips his cloak off of his weapons, which he had left lying on the ground next to his bedroll, and smoothly but rapidly loads his crossbow and stands. He searches in vain for a target.\n\nSeeing Thokk begin his reckless charge, Fizahn shakes his head then charges forward as well, hoping to flank whatever creature has attacked (and possibly killed) his pony.\n\nEphiliastokles, despite the barking of his two dogs right next to him, seems slow to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. The dogs take up defensive positions between him and the horses, but do not charge forward.\n\n\nOOC: Round 1\n\nThokk stands and moves 20 ft toward the horses. Philodus casts light . His lantern focuses the illumination into a 60 ft cone (and dimly illuminates a 120 ft cone). Neither it nor Thokk's darkvision, however, can penetrate the darkness in the midst of the horses. Elthan stands and loads his crossbow. Fizahn attempts to flank whatever attacked his pony, moving 40 ft. (He is still 20 ft from the darkness .)\n\nEphiliastokles hasn't checked in yet. After his action, we can start round 2." }, { "author": "Daft_Morgan", "message": "Ephiliastokles stands up slowly, hearing several loud noises.\n\n\"Now what's all this,\" he says, yawning and slowly walking over to his cart, just in case he needs to make an escape.\n\nIt is obvious that he has not noticed the disappearance of his horse." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Without any hesitation, Thokk plunges headlong into the leading edge of the mist. He is suddenly cloaked in darkness, but his form can be barely discerned as he slashes wildly about with his bastard sword.\n\nPhilodus clambers out of his tent, still focusing his lantern beam on the dark fog. His lips move, and the air in front of him seems to shimmer for an instant.\n\nElthan picks up his short spear in his left hand and carefully steps toward the darkness, his crossbow held extended in his right hand, ready to fire. He looks puzzled. \"What manner of dark magic is this?\" he wonders aloud.\n\nFizahn follows Thokk into the mist, his rapier held at the ready.\n\n\nOOC: Round 2 begins.\n\nThokk moves 40 ft, just entering the darkness , and tries to locate the unknown creature by sound. He has no specific target, but makes an attack roll anyway: [16 = 9 + 3 BAB + 2 STR + 1 weapon focus + 1 masterwork] . In the darkness , his movement is halved, and he cannot charge. Any attack he makes in the darkness will have a 20% miss chance due to concealment.\n\nPhilodus stands (I assume?) and casts shield , surrounding himself with an invisible aura of telekinetic force (+4 AC).\n\nElthan, moves 30 ft, as described. He makes a Spellcraft check: [11 = 2 + 9] to try to identify the origin of the darkness . He is unsuccessful.\n\nFizahn follows Thokk into the darkness , planning to flank the creature if Thokk finds it.\n\nAwaiting Ephiliastokles' actions..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Seeing now that his horse is missing, Ephiliastokles curses under his breath. He leans forward to pick up his ranseur, then peeks around the corner of his wagon at the dark mist, thinking that discretion should be the better part of valor until he can figure out what in Kelemvor's name is going on.\n\nHis dogs continue barking and growling, hackles raised, eyeing the mist uneasily. They pace back and forth, but move no closer to the mist. Ephiliastokles sees this hesitation as a bad sign.\n\nThokk, meanwhile, edges forward deeper into the mist, which is thick with the putrid odor of rotten fish. The deeper he goes, the darker it gets. Being blinded by darkness is a new experience for the dwarf. He strains his ears for any indication of the whereabouts of any creature or creatures lurking in the mist. He readies his bastard sword, slowly turning in circles so as not to be ambushed from behind.\n\nPhilodus runs forward with long strides to the edge of the darkness. He transfers the lantern to his left hand and draws a dagger, planning to cut loose the frantic warhorses. Even at this distance from the mist (a couple feet) the lantern beam hardly penetrates the darkness.\n\n\nOOC: End round 2. Begin round 3.\n\nEphiliastokles (NPC) picks up his weapon and takes cover behind his wagon. Thokk readies an attack and moves 10 ft deeper into the darkness . He is competely blind and thus will incur the relevant penalties if he engages in combat. Philodus runs 60 ft to the horses at the edge of the darkness. He can draw his dagger as a free action in between this round and the next." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n Let's have a peek through this darkness. \n\nElthan approches the darkness. Facing it, he then drops his spear and starts chanting what is incomprehensible words to most. At the same time he makes movements with his newly freed left hand.\n\nOOC: After having walked 10 ft, Elthan faces the darkness. He then drops his shortspear to cast detect magic. Its area is a 60ft long cone." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"Ach, come lads, lets destory this wee beastie. And someone try to get rid of this cursed darkness\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk calls out from within the darkness. He sounds frustrated.\n\nAs Elthan peers into the dark mist, he can sense that a moderately strong aura of magic pervades the whole area for as deep into the mist as his magically enhanced senses can penetrate (40 ft). As he concentrates further, it seems that there might be a small creature with a faint magical aura moving about within the mist.\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk calls out as a free action. Elthan is 20 ft from the mist. His detect magic spell reveals both a general magic aura and a smaller, fainter aura within the mist. Next round, a successful Spellcraft check will allow Elthan to identify the auras' type/school of magic.\n\nFizahn's action is next, then Ephiliastokles'." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"Just because something's small doesn't mean it's not powerful. I'd be careful about it dwarf, it wouldn't have attacked a camp unless it was starving or powerful.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"If it is as hungry as I am right now it would have attacked a whole whompin' Village! Now someone help me take down this Beastie\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Fizahn call out to each other in the darkness. The dark fog is surprisingly extensive, forming a rough circle 80 ft in diameter.\n\nFizahn, trying to move as quietly as possible, can hear Thokk stumbling around, grumbling about \"cowardly pansies.\" He keeps his distance, not wanting to become an accidental victim of Thokk's indescriminate slashing. Fizahn can barely make out the faint glow of his everylasting torch, even though it is only an arm's length away.\n\nEphiliastokles continues his courageous rear guard action. Clutching his ranseur, he eyes the mist uneasily, as do his dogs as they continue barking.\n\n (End of round 3.) \n\nThokk knows that Fizahn is in the mist somewhere with him, but he can localize neither that sneaky gnome nor any \"beasties.\" He swings his bastard sword in big circles, growing increasingly pissed off.\n\nPhilodus cuts free the last two horses, and they gallop off into the night, away from the unnatural mist. Nervous, Philodus calls out, \"Get out of there!\" and starts edging away from the mist.\n\nElthan, edges forward until he is standing slightly behind and off to the side of Philodus. He continues staring into the mist. It radiates evocation magic, but it seems to be fading. The small moving form radiating abjuration magic, he realizes, is Fizahn.\n\nFizahn continues to strain his ears, yet can still not discern any noises other than those produced by his dwarf compatriot.\n\nEphiliastokles shushes his dogs and peers warily behind him and off to the sides to be sure no person or creature is sneaking up on the party from the opposite direction.\n\n (End of round 4.) \n\nAn uneasy silence descends on the whole camp, punctuated only by the occasional profanity from Thokk as he continues to wander through the dark mist...\n\n\nOOC: Finishing up round 3...\n\nFizahn attempts to Move Silently and Listen. Ephiliastokles (NPC) continues to hold a readied attack action.\n\nRound 4 begins...\n\nThokk continues to hunt for \"beastie\" unsuccessfully. Philodus cuts loose the horses and calls out. Elthan moves 10 ft forward and continues to Detect Magic. He is now able to determine the nature of the magic auras he had detected last round. Fizahn continues to Listen and Move Silently. Ephiliastokles (NPC) quiets his dogs and continues to guard the rear.\n\nRound 4 completed." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"ACH, YOU FETHING BETTER HAVE NOT RELEASED MY HORSE! After this creature if i do not get my horse back you are next!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Slowly, over the next few minutes, the dark fog dissolves, leaving Thokk and Fizahn standing bewildered in the brush just outside the grove of trees. Fizahn's pony is not here. There are signs of a struggle, then a bloody trail that was left as the pony was apparently dragged away. The trail leads away from the camp, roughly in the direction of the Wetwoods, the bog the party had just left behind.\n\nBetween the confusion surrounding the surprise attack and the mysterious, unnatural darkness, whatever attacked the pony seems to have made a clean getaway.\n\nIt is still a moonless night, and dawn is several hours away yet. Thanks to Philodus' bullseye lantern, and Fizahn's and Thokk's excellent low light vision, however, it takes only about an hour to retrieve the remaining horses and pony. They had in general run only a few hundred yards away and, in the absence of immediate danger, were contentedly grazing as if nothing particularly exciting had just occurred.\n\nThankfully, no one has been hurt (except for Fizahn's pony of course). Too wired to sleep, the party is left to wonder what kind of creature or creatures attacked them and for what reason.\n\n\n\nOOC: The darkness dissipates. The creature(s) is (are) not here, having snuck away immediately after the surprise round." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Well, this is unfortunate. We lost a pony and have only a blood trail to show for it.\"\n\n We are closing in on the village. We can still carry everything and move with a good pace without the pony... Its not like if the pony has a good chance of being found alive anyway. And we will likely be able to buy one at the next village. There is no sense going to look for the pony. We might as well continue tonight, I don't think anyone will feel safe after what happened. \n\n\"I think we should forget about the pony and move on. I don't know about you but I don't want to sleep here tonight. I suggest we go to the next village and recuperate at the inn.\"\n\n Still a creature with magic powerful enough to blind us like it did, it intrigues me. \n\n\"Whatever we do, i'm not sleeping here tonight.\"\n\nHe unloads his crossbow and puts the bolt in the quiver that is now tied to his left leg. He then hangs his shortspear in his back, his crossbow on the back of his belt, hidden by his cloak. He then puts on the belt with his 5 daggers across his chest. He rolls his bedroll and straps it to his backpack.\n\nOOC: Is my horse sleeping?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "All of the horses and the remaining pony are standing around, alternately dozing or grazing.\n\n\n\nOOC: Just so we are all on the same page, my assumption was that Fizahn's ponies were Medium-sized creatures (not Large creatures like the horses). The creature snatched the smaller of the two ponies. The pony that was taken weighed about 250 to 300 lbs. By contrast, Thokk's large warhorse probably weighs about 1000 lbs.\n\nThe next village is approximately 3 hours away. If everyone agrees to break camp, you can reach the village shortly after daybreak." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"I told you laddies to keep moving, and nobody listened\"\n\nMounts Warhorse\n\n\"I saw we move out and get to town, fast. Ill ride point. Lets go\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe put his saddle back on his horse, with his bags and all the equipement. He then mounts his horse.\n\n\"How are we going to compensate for the pony?\"\n\n I don't think my horse can keep his swift pace with more weight on him, but then again he wasn't moving at full pace to follow the rest of the group. \n\n\"My horse can take some more weight on his back.\"" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n\"Maybe I can carry a little. My pack won't take much more, but it's something.\n\nLet's get out of here. I want to be behind solid walls before I sleep again.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"The gnome could ride in the cart, i'm sure the horse will be able to pull 5 pounds more.\"\n\nSmiles\n\n\"He can just pack his other pony with his stuff.\"\n\nOCC: We sould have a walking pattern, since it could have an effect on a battle if there is one while we ride." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Me warhorse Soul-Hammer can carry almost anything you guys have, isnt that right, Hammer?\"\n\nGently Scratches Horses Left ear\"\n\n\"Ill ride in front, keepin an eye out. The wagon should go in the middle, with the gnome ready to take action. Someone behind the wagon watching out for trouble and we should be set. Sound good? If you dont agree with me then you are wrong. Lets go.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk the dwarf leads the way, atop his mighty steed, Soul-Hammer. Fizahn throws some of his gear on the back of Ephiliastokles' cart, then follows on his (remaining) riding pony. Philodus, horseless, walks briskly alongside Fizahn's pony. Ephiliastokles is next, seated with his dogs in his horse-drawn cart. Elthan brings up the rear, mounted on his light warhorse.\n\nNo one is much in the mood for small talk. Several hours pass quietly as the sun rises. It is mid-morning by the time a sign along the road welcomes you to Mimleth . An arrow pointing back the way you came reads, “Ormath 120 mi.” Another arrow points in the opposite direction, “Hlondeth 175 mi.”\n\nThis small village (pop. 150 – really more of a hamlet) is little more than a few dozen small thatched cottages lining either side of the road to Hlondeth. Fields of grain and grapes stretch away from the road north and south. Other than split wood fences separating property and livestock, there is are no barriers to entering Mimleth.\n\nYour party proceeds to the center of the village where some larger buildings line a village green, which surrounds the common well. A blacksmith, stable, and inn/tavern are easily identifiable. A large barn apparently serves as a mill, grain storage, and (one might assume) a winery. Three smaller, non-descript buildings bear signs identifying them as shops of a fletcher (a bow and 3 arrows), an herbalist (a potion bottle), and a provisioner (a boar's head). There is no church or chapel in evidence.\n\nThe village is apparently quite used to adventurers traveling along the road to Hlondeth. The party elicits neutral nods from adult villagers and a more enthusiastic welcome from the local children and stray dogs who exchange enthusiatic barks with Ephiliastokles' guard dogs.\n\n\nOOC: Ephiliastokles' cart slows the party down considerably. Travelling at only 2 mph, the group arrives in Mimleth around 9 o'clock." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ah, now it be time for some eatin'! Lets spend some time getting everything together, im ravished.\"\n\nGoes into nearest eatery" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"We need a place to put our mounts.\"\n\nLooks at a local.\n\n\"Is the a stable where we could leave our horses..and the pony?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The peasant nods, pointing out the stable (one of the larger buildings surrounding the village green).\n\n\nOOC: For simplicity, I would propose 3 gp per day per person should cover lodging at the inn, simple meals, and boarding for the horses/pony. Other expenses can be calculated separately." }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": "Although fairly tired from last night's events, Philodus isn't the least bit sleepy. Between the memory of the pony's scream and the dwindling recollection of his most recent nightmare, the thought of resting isn't particularly appealing." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"Ah, just bought me 2 gallons of ale. If you dont mind, I will now drink that experience away. If anyone wants to join me, just pull up a tankard\"\n\nTakes a deep Pull\n\n\"Also, if anyone needs any weapons made or worked on, now would be the time. I got the tools and iron ready\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your business finished for the day, you retire to the tavern (the Black Salamander) in the evening to eat a late dinner and to relax by the fireplace.\n\nThe Black Salamander is just another tavern, not unlike a hundred taverns you've been in before on your adventures. When you first arrive, only the barkeep, polishing up some steins, is there to greet you, but once the sun sets, a dozen or so of the male villagers start to filter in.\n\nThey mostly keep to themselves, taking most of the central tables. You can't help overhearing their conversations, many of which refer to the recent mysterious disappearances of some sheep and calves from some of the outlying farms." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe walks over to the villagers.\n\n\"I'm sorry but I couldn't help overhear. And have a question about these disappearances. Is there a trail of blood left behind or do the animals simply disappear?\"" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\njoins Elthan and the villagers\n\n\"We were attacked last night by something that made off with one of our ponies. Do you think the same creature might have taken your livestock?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The villagers report that, although they usually found signs of a struggle and some blood left behind at the scenes, in general there was no trail leading away from the disappearances.\n\nOn the other hand, the animals snatched from the villagers were either small sheep or young calves, much smaller than Fizahn's pony was.\n\nThe attacks had begun about a month ago, and they all occurred at night, so the villagers had set up a night watch a few days ago (a rotating group of men circling the edge of the village with torches and a signal horn). Since then, there had been no abductions near the village.\n\nThe villagers are surprised to hear that a pony was taken from your camp. \"Whatever it is, it's getting bolder!\" observes one villager. \"Or more desperate...,\" says another.\n\nOne villager, more inebriated than the others, mumbles about how he was out relieving himself one night when, \"I saw the thing! It was a dark cloud that snatched up a lamb, right in front of my eyes!\" He is roundly laughed at by the other villagers.\n\nThe leading theory among the villagers is that it's some kind of swamp beast from the Wetwoods. A few tracks had been observed at some of the attack sites. \"Twice as big as my hand! Claws too!\"" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n It is the same thing that attacked us! This isn't good at all... \n\n\"Don't laugh. Whatever attacked our camp was hidden by a cloud of darkness, too. The light from my lantern barely pierced it.\n\nI think it was magical.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTurning from her nearly empty mug of ale, Taern closely regards the group, eyes lingering over Elthan, especially.\n\n Perhaps these people, adventurers by the looks, know more of those animals I saw floating in that pond, in the middle of the marsh. Waterlogged, no good for eating by elves, but they might have been killed by some great beast. Maybe a bear. Or a lion. Perhaps I should ask them about it. \n\nclearing her throat, Taern slides off the stool, and walks up behind the small crowd of villagers. She notices Thokk, near Elhan, and stops\n\n He must be the leader of these adventurers. He holds himself well. Though that dwarf is the most heavily muscled. Perhaps this elf is an advisor to the dwarf leader. Who should I talk to? \n\nTaern looks a little confusedly between the heavily muscled Thokk, and the handsome Elthan. Finally she wends her way through the few villagers, and positions herself near Elthan. With a friendly smile, she offers her hand for a handshake\n\nshe speaks with a slow, easygoing manner, using short, simple words\nI'm Taern Torminson. I heard you talking about dead animals, and when I passed through... thinks a moment* that marsh, back there, I saw some dead sheeps floating in a pond. Maybe they got killed by the same beast?" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"You know about this beast lassie? Whatever it was, it woke me up. Thats enough of a reason to destory it.\"\n\n Does she know anything worth while? \n\nDraws himself up to his max height and offers out a hand\n\n\"Me name is Thokk. Thats all you need to know. What can you tell us?\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "smiles and shakes his hand, firmly\n\nI dont know anything about the beast, but I know that I saw some dead animals floating in a pond in the middle of that one marsh on the way here. I thought it might have been a bear or a lion or something else equally ferocious. Err... I didnt know lions and bears let out clouds of darkness, though." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "Brow Furrows\n\n\"A demonic lion or bear....perhaps\"\n\nSlams mug down\n\n\"Lass, thanks for your help. The rest of you, come on. We will revenge the pony, and i might get some of my own. Lets go with the villagers on their nightly rounds tonight. I want to personally catch this thing.\"" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\nPhilodus notices the elven woman in conversation with his friends. He comes up from behind in time to hear the last of the exchange.\n\n That's peculiar. Why would any beast leave prey floating in a pond? Even magical creatures aren't wasteful. \n\n\"Excuse me, ma'am -- did you see any signs that the dead animals had been gnawed upon? I'd think most things that could've dragged away our pony would've tried to eat it. Not many of them would've left perfectly good meat in stagnant water, either.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nturns, and regards the human\n\nI didnt stay near there, uhh... sir. Bad luck poking at dead things, and I didnt want to risk the bear or lion or whatever coming back to chew on me, alone anyway. All I saw were some sheep floating in a pool of water. Maybe a horse, too. Maybe we should go back there and investigate. Err.. what's your name, anyway? I'm Taern.\n\nhold out her hand for a handshake" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": "\"Name's Philodus. Pleased to meet you, ma'am.\"\n\nHe accepts the proffered hand and shakes vigorously.\n\n Oof! What a grip! \n I'm not so sure I want to find out what we met... gotta satisfy curiousity, though. At least we may be able to help out the townspeople. Whatever's out there may try dragging off a person, next. \n\n\"If this creature doesn't make an appearance tonight, would you be willing to guide us to this pool? I think we'd all like to get a look at those sheep.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "nods\n\nOf course! If I can.. uhh... remember where it was. Shouldnt be too much of a problem. It was... somewhere in the middle, I think. Next to some hills.\n\ngrins\n\nSo, who is in this band of adventurers? Philodus, Thokk..\n\nlooks around, questioningly\n\n Perhaps -this- is the right group! Perhaps, finally, I'll be able to be part of an adventuring company. If I can only remember where that pool was. Oh boy, this could be tough. It was a day behind, right? No, more than that. Two, at least. Was it next to a tree or something. Gah! Curse my memory... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nWalks up behind the elf and regards her cooly.\n\n \"I think we better go after the monster also.\" \n Wonder where I can find a good price for a pony... \n\nLowers his voice to a whisper.\n\n \"But let's see if we can get promised a reward from the village first.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The villagers politely decline to fund your creature-hunt. There is really no central authority in Mimleth, and now that it seems like the creature has headed west into the Wetwood, rather than bothering the village proper, each villager sees it as \"somebody else's problem.\" In any case, it seems unlikely that the villagers would have the resources to be able to offer a significant reward even if they had wanted to.\n\nThe villagers' conversation drifts on to other subjects. Your party retires to a corner table to complete your introductions. Fizahn, Elthan, and Ephiliastokles formally shake hands with Taern.\n\nPhilodus produces some scrap paper, and as a group you spend some time sketching out a map of the area you had travelled through recently. Taern does her best to recall exactly where she had seen the ghoulish pond. It appears that, backtracking, your party could reach the site within about 3 hours, assuming that each party member was mounted and riding light (leaving behind Ephiliastokles' cart).\n\nThe barkeep announces last call. Looking up you see that almost all of the villagers have left for the night. In the far corner from you, an old man sits alone, sipping a glass of red wine, watching your group thoughtfully..." }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n Huh. I wonder what he's so interested in. You'd think he'd never seen a gnome, a dwarf, and a half-elf walk into a bar... isn't there a joke that opens that way?\n\nI'm so tired... should try to put this down in my journal before I turn in. \n\n\"I suggest we get a good night's sleep and go looking for this pond in the morning, when we're well-rested and the light's better. Whatever-it-is'll be less likely to stumble onto us by accident, too, and it'll be easier for us to see it. Can't imagine we can miss a giant cloud of unnatural darkness.\"\n\nyawns" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\n Can't imagine we can miss a giant cloud of unnatural darkness.\" \n\nTaern laughs loudly\n\nYes. If we are going to face ill omens, we should do it well rested and in full daylight.\n\nyawns widely\n\n I sure hope they'll be kind enough to take me into their little band. By Tymora, I'm tired. I'd better get some sleep if we are to fight a giant, magical lion or bear tomorrow. \n\nI am going to bed. Goodnight, adventurers.\n\nTaern ascends the stairs to her room and promptly falls into a deep, silent sleep" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I think I will go for another.\"\n\nHe goes to the barkeep and comes back with a tankard full.\n\n\"Its not like we have some guard duty tonight...\"\n\nHe quickly drinks it big gulps at a time, still lost in his thoughts...\n\n Bear or lion.... Unlikely! But it it could still be a big and dumb creature with someone else able cast a spell such as this darkness. Or it could be magical item... Or a magical creature... I wish I knew. I guess I will know if we do find that creature. \n\nHe is staring at a wall lost, in his thoughts until he tries to take a gulp from his empty tankard. He then gets up...\n\n\"Well I think a bed is waiting on me. I Wouldn't want to keep it waiting too long now would I?\"\n\nHe then turns away from the table, goes up to his room and doses of in his bed.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nFizahn stays for a few more drinks then heads up to his room.\n\n I wonder if we really should kill the monster, if it's been preying on sheep, it probably won't have much loot, and I've got a pony to replace.... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You awaken in the morning refreshed (except for Thokk who has a mild hangover). As you assemble in the common room, the innkeeper/barkeep hands you a letter written on fine parchment. The flowing script is elven:\n\n Brave adventurers!\n\nPlease stop by for breakfast before you head out to slay my dragon.\n\nOden Homm " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"Ach\"\nRolls eyes\n\"I bet. Lets go kill this thing\"\nStomach Rumbles\n\"On second thought, a free breakfast sounds good. What do you guys say? Im headin over, feel free to follow\"" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n\"Hmmm...\"\n\neyes the note thoughtfully, and more than a little dubiously\n\n\"It seems someone would like to have us for breakfast. I wonder if this has anything to do with that strange man eyeing us last night.\nI don't suppose it would hurt to see what it's all about.\"\n\n(to the bartender) \"Excuse me, sir, but could you tell us where we might find an Oden Homm?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bartender gives you directions. You'll be heading west, back the way you came, then north toward the Orsraun foothills. On horseback, it will probably take an hour to get there, but it is in the same general direction as you were heading anyway.\n\n\n\nOOC: Technically, only Elthan and Taern were able to read the note. I will assume, however, that they shared its contents with the rest of the party immediately. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern strolls into the common room, and after reading the note, turns to the others\n\n-His- dragon? He sounds like someone pretty powerful, to me. Have any of you heard of this.. whatsisname.. Oden? If he's powerful enough to have a dragon, he probably could imprison us with a single sneeze. Or something like that.\n\n Gee, I wish -I- had my own dragon. It'd be copper, and we would soar the skies! \n\nTaern daydreams for a few minutes about having a dragon, then turns to the others, listening for what they want to do" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Hmph. Whoever he is, he better be able to get me a new pony.\" \n I wonder whether he's trustworthy.... If he owns a dragon he's probably a wizard.... I'm not sure I'm up for fighting a wizard.... If the monster is a dragon, it shouldn't take too long before the patrolling peasants can't frighten it anymore.... We'd better get rid of it before it gets that powerful.... Dragons usually have huge hoards of gold.... \n \"I say we see what he has to say, and if he can't promise to keep the dragon in check, then we should get rid of it.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party mounts up, except for Philodus who insists on travelling on foot. Jogging lightly, he is able to keep up with the party without difficulty.\n\nThe sun continues to rise as you make your way back out of the village, back through the fields and vineyards. Following the innkeeper's directions, you soon leave the main road, heading north through some fields. You can see peasants working the land. In response to your queries, they point you toward the manor house, which is set back from the secondary road, down a cypress lined driveway.\n\nThe size of the manor house isn't enormous, but coupled with the size of the estate and the number of peasants working his fields, it speaks of a certain degree of wealth.\n\nThere is no one outside of the manor house to welcome you, so you knock on the heavy central door. After about a minute, the door is opened by a young woman, probably in her late teens or early twenties, with long, straight white hair, piercing blue eyes, wearing a long, white robe." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda will look atr the strangers with a calculative eye\n We aren't getting any visitors usually and these people don't look like the locals either. They are armed and have horses-adventurers most probably. Perhaps they have something to do with my master? \n What would you be needing strangers? Why would one come all the way out of the village and into this old manor at this hour of day? Is there something I can do to aid you? " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern gracefully dismounts Jako and sizes up Linda, sporting a disarming grin\n\n She doesnt look like Oden. Perhaps she is one of those people who's outer appearence is tricky, like the Shaman said. \n\nTaern holds out her hand to shake\n\nI'm Taern. I go from place to place, doing whatever I can. Lately there have been animals getting stolen from the local villagers, and.. uhh... points to Fizahn* his pony got eaten. You sent us a note, this morning, to talk about it and give us breakfast?\n\n I hope she doesnt sic her dragon on us. I dont think I'd like being eaten by a dragon. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Oh yes, the animal dissapearances. May I see the note you were sent please?" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\ndraws a small piece of parchment from his pocket and carefully unfolds it\n\n\"This is the note.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Hmm. This certainly looks like my master's handwriting. Seems my master called them here for something of his devising. \nYou may come in.\nshe opens the door further and allows them entry" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "Thokk, Dwarf\n\n\"Ok, enough talk, where be the vittles? Always talk over food, thats what my clan says...USed to say....\"\n\nFace darkens" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n Should I use the polite approach, or the rude, I don't trust you approach? \n \n\"I'm sure your master is a very wise and thoughtful man, but, can you tell me if there's any reason he would unleash it on his own peasants? I would also like to receive compensation for my pony...\" \n\nEnters the main hall, or whatever it is." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda asks what the letter says, and Elthan translates it for her. She seems puzzled. \"A dragon?\" Her surprise seems genuine. Addressing Fizahn, she adds, \"I have only lived here for about a year, but the Oden Homm I know is a good man. There is no way he has \"unleashed\" anything on anyone. I am, however, at a loss to explain the meaning of this note...\"\n\nShe leads you into a large dining room. At the far end of the room is a fireplace, currently unlit. Doorways to either side of the fireplace presumably lead to a kitchen and/or pantry. There are enough chairs around the long dining room table to seat a dozen guests.\n\nThe room in general is spotless, perhaps thanks to Linda, as there do not appear to be any servants in the household. You note that the walls of this dining room (which might double as a workroom) are lined with bookshelves, sagging under the weight of countless books, scrolls, and miscellaneous mechanical devices. Though overburdened, the shelves are tidy, again suggesting Linda's hand at work.\n\nAs you enter the room, the old man from the tavern enters through one of the doors next to the fireplace at the other end of the room. His hair and beard are long, but well cared-for. He wears a simple brown robe and is carrying a tray with a large, steaming teapot. Placing it on the table, he smiles at your party.\n\n\"Welcome! Welcome! I am so glad that you accepted my invitation! I am Oden Homm. You have already met Linda, of course. Thank you, Linda, for inviting them in. Please sit, sit!\"\n\nHe seems friendly and quite harmless, making the whole situation even more incongruous. He asks Linda to help him set the table, and soon a generous breakfast (apparently prepared by Oden himself) is laid in front of you." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nWhile eating the much appreciated food his host offered...\n\n\"So if I understand the letter you have given us, the creature that took our pony two nights ago was a dragon, more accurately, your dragon. Now I do not doubt the you did not unleash the creature, but I am curious about how it would escape. Actually, I am more interrested in where you got it, and how you managed to keep the creature. Also, your letter says you want us to slay it and not capture it back for you, it puzzles me why you do not want it anymore.\"\n\n I wonder what kind of dragon it is and why he needed or wanted one... " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern greatfully tears into the offered food, leaving conversation to the wiser" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Master Oden, a Dragon? Is that why you've been going out into the woods not telling anyone where you would be going? And why would a dragon that is under your care would be attacking the village?\n\n Perhaps master Oden's dragon is not the real problem. Perhaps something else has forced it into attacking the village? This dragon must have been here for a long time, why wlse would it attack the village now? " }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus \"\n\n\"I presumed the phrase 'my dragon' was meant in a purely metaphoric sense, sir. Would you care to explain?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ach, you are going into the woods, swampy land, and the dragon creates magic darkness? How in the soul-forgers name did you get to controll a cursed black dragon?\"\n\nTears inot a chuck of bread\n\n\"The question still remains, why did you summon us here? I have other pressing buisness.\n\nLeans Foward\n\n\"However, you seem to have a large amount of magical power. What do you know about the lower planes and those that inhabit them?\"\n\n This might be my chance... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A frown creases Oden Homm's face. His tone is still lighthearted, but his demeanor betrays his sadness.\n\n\"No, the dragon is mine, as much as a wild, magical creature can belong to anyone I suppose.\n\n\"Well, perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that the dragon (for indeed it is a dragon you are hunting) is my fault...\"\n\nHe pauses for a moment, then clears his throat before continuing...\n\n\"I acquired the dragon egg 30 years ago, before many of you were born. I myself had already long retired from adventuring. (Perhaps you have heard of my exploits? No? Well, no matter.) Was I bored? Was I lonely? I can not say. I decided to incubate the egg...\n\n\"When the dragon was born it was midnight-black and as shiny as a newcut gemstone. In all my years I had seen nothing to match it. I raised it in the hills, telling no one. Who in this simple village would have understood the desire to have a dragon of one's own?\"\n\nAs he says this, he looks at Taern and winks. He takes a long sip of tea before contining.\n\n\"The chromatic dragons are reputed to be evil foul creatures, but I had always believed that nurture could win out over nature. Surely, any creature, even a black dragon, raised with love and kindness could grow up to be good?\n\n\"Saying it aloud now I can hear the folly in my words, but for many years I raised that dragon as you might raise a child.\"\n\nOden Homm stares off into space for a moment, remembering. Then his face darkens...\n\n\"As he grew, he was no longer satisfied with the small game he could catch in the Orsraun foothills. I began occasionally bringing him a lamb or small pig. I tried not to notice that he seemed to delight in their suffering as he killed them.\n\n\"He became more willful over time, harder to control. Like any adolescent, I suppose, he began to chafe against my restrictions. He began to stay out late at night roaming the hills, sleeping during the day.\n\n\"I couldn't admit to myself that I was losing control. I refused to see that his draconic nature was beginning to express itself the only way it could.\n\n\"It was a month ago that he turned on me and flew away...\"\n\nOden opens his robe slightly and reveals three long scars running along his ribcage. They have the clean look of wounds healed by magic (most of you have similar scars), but you can tell that the original slashes must have been quite deep.\n\n\"The animal disappearances began soon afterward. The enormity of what I had done became clear to me. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to undo what had been done.\n\n\"It pains me to say this, but it seems to me now that the dragon must be killed, and he must be killed right away. He will only grow more powerful and more evil over time. Sooner or later, he will kill a villager or an innocent traveller. His attack on your camp is evidence that his boldness increases.\"\n\nHe glances at Thokk.\n\n\"My powers are not what they once were. Even in my prime, I am not sure I could have defeated the dragon single-handedly. Therefore, your arrival in Mimleth at this time is extremely fortuitous!\n\n\"Brave adventurers, it can not be coincidence that you have arrived in Mimleth at the same time that Taern seems to have stumbled upon the dragon's lair. Tymora smiles on us, I believe.\"\n\nHe gives a half-hearted smile of his own, then looks down at his half-eaten breakfast.\n\n\"This is my story. I felt you needed to know it.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "A sad story master. But I am not sure one can blame you for doing what you did. As for killing the dragon I am not sure we have to kill it. Though certainly more difficult we could compell the dragon to do what is good. In the end it might see the wrong of its ways. Is there a spell that can help us do so?\n\n\nOOC: Geas+atonement? But ofcourse my character does not know that. That is why she is asking." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern sits in silence for some moments\n\n Wow. That's terrible. Poor guy. He really had his own dragon, but it turned away from him. And now we have to kill it.There's gotta be some way he can keep his poor dragon. Maybe he could use his magic to turn it back to good! \n\nSay, uhh.. Oden, sir. Did you ever try and find a mage who could maybe turn your dragon back nice? It'd be a shame to.. uhh... y'know, destroy such an amazing creature. I dunno much about black dragons, heard they were pretty evil and all, but wouldnt it be worth a shot? I'd feel pretty terrible if a creature I had raised for thirty years got cut down... looks up and sighs Maybe not. Well, I'll gladly help a nice person like yourself. A real shame, though. shakes her head, then fumbles around in a side-pouch and pulls out a six-sided cube and absentmindedly plays with it\n\n Well, I guess there isnt much choice, but how on earth are we going to kill a dragon? I wouldnt want to hurt the poor thing if it could be made all nice again, but it doesnt look like we have much choice. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n\"Personally I think we should head out immediately from the town, double back around to it's lair and try to take it by surprise.\"\n\n Dragons are crafty and you have to deal with them as carefully as possible. \n \n\"Let's remember that the dragon is as smart... \n\nEyes Thokk.\n \n\"or smarter than any of us.\" " }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\n\"I... I had thought...\"\n\n A dragon! A young dragon! I don't wanna get messed up in this, no way. \n\n\"Sir, I think you have a responsibility to deal with this problem yourself. It did originate with you, after all. This is more than we can handle by ourselves - we wanted to see if we could help the village with a minor threat, not deal with a menace.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern looks sharply to Philodus\n\n He sounds like he's afraid! \n\nI'm not scared of a juvenile dragon! I'm sure, if we must kill him, he will fall to my axe, just like every other foe. Tymora will smile upon us and grant us victory.\n\n I cant stand someone who backs down from an honorable fight. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Ephiliastokles \n\nFrowns and strokes his goatee thoughtfully. He speaks softly, almost to himself...\n\n\"It would be unethical to compel a good person to perform evil deeds, would it not? Would it not then be equally unethical to force an evil creature to perform good deeds against his will...\"\n\n ...just so that he can be a plaything for a lonely old man? \n Oden Homm \n\n\"I sense the rebuke in your words, Ephiliastokles. I do not deny that I acted selfishly and unwisely. It was wrong of me to try to make the dragon something other than what he was born to be.\"\n\nTurning to Taern and Linda, he shrugs, \"In any case, I have not the power to compel the dragon to be good, even had I the right to do so.\"\n\nHe continues, \"And Philodus, you are right. This is my fault, and I can not begrudge you your caution. It is no small thing to take down a dragon. Even a small one...\"\n\nHe holds his head up in the air about a foot and a half over his head, to indicate the size of the dragon.\n\n\"All I can do is ask for your help.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "\"I be willing to do this. It woudl be for the better of the honor of my clan\"\n\n May their souls rest in peace \n\n\"But, old man, i wish for somethign in return. If we takle this dragon for you, i would like to know everything you know about the lower planes, and their inhabitants. You bookish folk know alot for your short livespans about the acured realms.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"Sir Thokk, that bargain would be easy to make, but sadly would be much to your disadvantage. I have lived long, yes, but have had little interest in cosmology and even less direct experience with the planes.\n\n\"For you and those that would help me, however, I would propose a different bargain. I have selected some items from my adventuring days that I believe you may find useful. They are yours to keep once the dragon has been... taken care of.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " THOKK Dwarf \n THOKK DWARF \n THOKK Dwarf \n\n\"For the honor of the Mithral Guard, I shall help you.\"\n\nLooks at everyone else\n\n\"Agreed?\"\n\n\"Old man, we need help though. This dragon of yours likes to use magical darkness, that which even i cannot see through. What do you have that can cut through that, or else let our blows strike true? Also, what is its name. That might confuse it, and give us precious moments in battle.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White ;D\n\nI believe I can deal with the darkness by creating magical light to counter it unless ofcourse the effect is too powerful. I can make your blades or arrows shed light so you can carry them around and see through that darkness or you can stick an arrow in the dragon so it sheds light and it can't hide. But I still believe we should give that dragon a choice to atone for its deeds-it is not as if it has done some terrible evil yet. It might just be rebbelious because he is just an adolescent-ther might still be time to correct him. Should we not try?\nLinda turns inquisitively at master Oden" }, { "author": "Caledonian", "message": " Philodus :\n\nbecomes increasingly angry\n\n\"Did you even send word to an authority before you penned your note to us? Does anyone else even know about this?\n\nHow long were you going to wait? Until entire flocks vanished? Until someone died?\n\nHow can you treat your irresponsibility so... casually?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\nWhen Thokk mentions the darkness, Oden Homm nods and replies, \"Yes, I have seen him use the darkness when hunting, the same way a squid uses its ink... I believe that this should help.\" He scans his shelves, then pulls a scroll down off a top shelf and lays it on the table.\n\nWhen Thokk asks the dragon's name, Oden laughs. \"I chose a name for him once when he had just learned to fly, pilinn ned'wilith - 'arrow in the air' - but he didn't seem to like it, so I gave up and just called him 'dragon.' Perhaps the elvish language didn't agree with him...\"\n\n...\n\nOden places a hand on Linda's shoulder. \"Young sorceress-in-training, I should have known that you would seek to put yourself in harm's way. You show great promise, yes, but you are young yet and not quite as clever as you seem to think you are.\n\n\"However, if I have learned anything from my... experience... with the dragon, it is that adolescents are stubborn and willful and will have their own way. If this band of adventurers will have you, I know that I can not stop you from going to fight the dragon.\n\n\"Let me say this however: Your proposal to reason with the dragon is as naive as your belief that your cantrips will negate the dragon's dark magic. If ever you have heeded my advice, do so now. Tread carefully and know your place.\"\n\nHis lecture over, Oden returns to his shelves, carefully selecting small boxes and another scroll to place on the table.\n\n...\n\nHe looks levelly back into Philodus' eyes. \"To whom should I have appealed? Before last night, what could I have told them? Where could I have sent them?\n\n\"Your party was planning to head unwittingly into the dragon's lair this morning with nothing but the weapons on your backs. Should I have remained silent and hoped for the best?\n\n\"Last night I judged that you and your friends had the courage and ability to help me right this wrong. If I was mistaken, then I will simply have to come up with another solution to this problem before it is too late. The responsibility is mine. I have admitted as much more than once. What else would you like me to say?\"\n\n This one I have indeed misjudged... " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nwith a sharp look at Philodius, Taern grins at Oden\n\nI will take up your quest, Oden. I will join the others, if they will have me, and, if the signs are right, we will return victorious.\n\n Fame and glory! This is my chance! " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan, 1/2 Elf \n Trying to turn a black dragon good, what a laughable concept! \n\n\"Your proposal seems more than fair. I accept the task, as it will certainly test my skills in the arcane arts. I am also interested in what you know and what you have learned about dragons.\"\n\nTakes a look at the scroll.\n\n\"What exactly is the spell that this scroll holds?\"\n\n\"Also I hope I speak for the rest of the group when I say that new adventurers are welcome in our group.\"\n\nLooks at Tearn and Linda" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"That is a daylight spell, master Elthan. It should have power enough to counter the dragon's darkness .\"\n\nOden arranges another scroll, 3 potions, and two small boxes on the table. Fizahn, Thokk, Taern, Linda, and Elthan observe closely. Philodus and Ephiliastokles hang back, however, scowling.\n\n\"He will fight you tooth and nail. Beware also his wings; they are more powerful than they might appear. His most potent weapon, of course, is his acid. I have seen him burn the flesh off of a small deer from 60 ft away...\n\n\"Having spent more time in the Orsraun hills than in the Wetwood, he seems to have developed a taste for red meat, the more putrid, the better. I recall many times seeing his latest catch 'ripening' in a pool or pond for days before being eaten. Thus, Taern's discovery was a critical one. His lair is no doubt close by to the pond she described.\n\n\"He will be sleeping at this time of the day. If we can catch him by surprise, we have a chance. He must not gain open ground or the sky. If he does, he will either outrun us or simply fly away, and we will have lost perhaps our only opportunity to end this before more animals or any people are hurt.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"What else do you know of this dragons sleeping habits? When does he feed, and where might his lair be? Also, are you trained in the use of alchemy? I have seen alchemsits create many substances, such as fire that sticks to the skin and jelly that traps the individual to the ground. If this beast is going to be trying to use Darkness, I suggest we try and throw the Sticky Fire at the beast, so it will be easier to see and hopefully char off some flesh. Also, one of these sticky bags right into the beasts mouth shoudl delay the acid, correct?\"\n\n Just like the old days, strike force ready to roll out \n\n\"Finally, what are these items you place infront of us?\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan, Half-Human: \n I wonder if I still have my scroll of fly? I don't think it would match the speed of the dragon in the air, and I don't think I could match the dragon in combat in the air... \n\nLooks at Oden\n\n\"Master Oden, do you know if the dragon moves swiftly in the air?\"\n\n Still, if it tries to fly away I could get his attention this way and maybe get him to come back... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"I'm in and I will give my new companions a chance.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\nOden Homm scratches his beard.\n\n\"Master Elthan, it is hard for me to say exactly how fast he can fly. No doubt several times faster than any of us could run. As I said, he must not gain the sky.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Sir Thokk, your creativity matches your boldness, but I doubt that even Alchemist's Fire would be very illuminating in dragon's darkness. I do, however, have some that you may take with you. I believe I still have a Tanglefoot Bag lying around somewhere too, now that you mention it.\"\n\nHe turns and rummages through some wooden drawers, inset into the bookshelves, before turning back and placing two dark green glass flasks and a melon-sized round leather sphere on the table.\n\nHe then points to the items on the table, \"A scroll of passwall , two potions of cure light wounds and a potion of cure serious wounds .\"\n\nHe then opens one of the small boxes. A small light blue crystalline tetrahedron floats into the air, suspended at roughly eye level.\n\nOpening the other, he picks up a thin gold chain from which is suspended a single gold sphere.\n\n\"Both this ioun stone and this (slightly used) necklace of fireballs have seen me through many adventures in my younger days. Let us hope they prove as valuable now as they did then.\n\n\"Master Fizahn, I have not yet addressed the matter of your lost pony. I have no ponies of my own, but you are welcome to any of my horses, in compensation.\"\n\nHe looks out a window at the rising sun.\n\n\"It may take us several hours to find Taern's pond and perhaps additional time to locate the dragon's lair. I believe that we should set off soon.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: The ioun stone grants a +1 Insight bonus to AC. The necklace holds one remaining 5d6 fireball .\n\n...\n\n Added for continuity : Ephiliastokles, shakes his head when he is offered the Tanglefoot Bag and the potion. \"I am sorry, friends, but Philodus and I will not be accompanying you. Haven't we all put our lives on the line enough in the past? What business of ours is this old man's dragon? This is not a cause I am willing to die for.\"\n\nEphiliastokles mounts his horse and heads back to Mimleth. Philodus walks at his side. Neither look back." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Thanks wee lad, we will return when the fell beast is gone. And we shall try to do it as humanly as possible. Is there any token that you wish for us to return with?\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern quietly rummages through her pouches, tightens straps, and makes sure everything is where it should be, obviously ready to leave as soon as possible" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan, human-elf hybrid: \n\n\"What I had in mind for the question about how fast a dragon flies is the fact that I think I have a scroll of fly with my equipment. I doubt it would be faster than the dragon but then again I have never seen a dragon fly...\"\n\n It could also be used in an other way this scroll if it can't keep chase to the dragon. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n Hmmm... It would probably be hard to ride a light horse, but I could always use it as my pack animal, and I could probably trade it for a pony and then some. \n \"I accept your offer of the horse. I would also like the ion stone, but I'm sure someone who doesn't wear armor has first claim to it, or we could give it to Thokk to try to make him a juggernaut.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda readies herself, packing up her stuff and not forgetting to take a small pouch then ties it to her belt\nI am ready to go when you are she exclaims." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n \"PANSIES\" \n\n\"By Moradins beard, this just got harder\"\n\n\"Ill take the potion of CSW. Lets get all this stuff together and move out. Oden, woudl it be possible for me to leave some supplies here? I dont want to be bogged down by some of my tools.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Edited for continuity. Philodus' and Ephiliastokles' departure added to my previous post. \n\n...\n\nAs the remaining members of the party load up and check their gear, Linda and Oden Homm disappear, only to reappear riding light horses. A peasant accompanies them on foot, leading a third horse, which is given to Fizahn.\n\nYou set off for Taern's pond. Along the way you discuss the tactics you plan to use against the dragon. You return to the main road, then head away from Mimleth, back towards your former camp. As you near the Wetwoods, you leave the main road, cutting northwest toward the Shining Plains.\n\nIt takes about 2 hours, riding briskly, to reach the general area that Taern described. It is after noon, but the sun is still high, by the time a foul stench guides you to to the exact pond Taern had encountered three days ago. As she described, it is surrounded by several low knolls.\n\nYour party consists of Oden Homm, Linda, Thokk, Taern, Elthan, and Fizahn. You dismount to search the area, leaving the horses tied some distance away. The stench makes them (and you) uneasy. The boggy ground sucks at your boots, and you cover your faces as best you can to avoid retching from the putrid fumes rising from the \"marinating\" cadavers.\n\nOden Homm looks at the floating corpses and nods. \"Yes, this is the work of the dragon. His lair must be nearby.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"You had the dragon for a long time, where did he make den before he left? Would he possibly in the water itself, or more likely to be in a cave in the ground?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Master Oden, you were going to the dragon regularly, no? But then it flew away, yes? Perhaps it returned to its den?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"Indeed, Sir Thokk, I have heard of black dragons living in underwater lairs, but this dragon was raised in the Orsraun foothills and has always laired under rocks or in caves. I suspect that he has found some sort of similar arrangement nearby.\n\n\"Linda, do you really think I would not have thought to look for the dragon in his old cave? I am old and weakened, but not senile! I have been searching for him for a month.There has been no sign on him at his usual haunts. He definitely did not return to his former lair in the hills north of Mimleth.\n\n\"We know that these adventurers were attacked just two nights ago near here, and we are here in the Wetwood standing in front of a pond filled with some of the dragon's victims. I think that it is obvious that the dragon, true to its nature, has relocated here to this bog.\n\n\"It is mid-day. He is sleeping, holed up in his lair, for certain. The entrance to it is undoubtedly hidden or blocked. In the hills, he would always move a large stone or tree trunk to block the entrance to his cave before sleeping. I have no doubt he is doing something similar here in the Wetwood.\n\n\"Perhaps we should split up? Our time is limited, and as long as we are reasonably quiet, I am not concerned that we will wake up the dragon.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern nods her head\n\n That dragon will not stand a chance against out allied might! If it is asleep, I bet we could just charge right in and cut it to pieces! Ha! This will be interesting... Damn these flies! \n\nAngrily, she swats at the blood-sucking marsh flies common to such areas\n\nYeah. We should split up. We'll find the beast easier if we are in more groups.\n\nLooks over the assembled party of adventurers\n\nMaybe half of us should scout the hills to the east, and the other half scout to the west. If you find something, shout real loud to get the other parties attention. If the entrance is blocked, I'm sure that Thokk or me could move any boulders or trees easily. Oh, and try not to wake the dragon up, either. We want to suprise it. So... uhh... who goes which way?\n\n What a great plan. Once all of us are next to the lair, I'll move the boulder, and all of us will charge in! It will be glorious! If only it was some sort of beast, and not a dragon, I would truely feel pride. Well, if it needs to be cut to pieces, so be it. Even if it is a dragon. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Taern, i doubt that shouting real loud is the best of ideas. Have you ever tried tackling down one of these? They hear almost everything, and see most things also. Spliting up is a decent idea, but we need a better signal. There is plenty of wet vegitation right here. I think a better idea woudl be to start a small fire infront of the cave, and burn some wet plants. That will send up a decent amount of smoke and steam, keep quiet, and provide a base of operations before venturing in. And for the love of your beard, make the fire downwind of the cave. Sound good?\"\n\n Just like old times... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I agree with that plan, although since the dragon is asleep we could all scout by ourselves and we should arranage a birdcall or something so that the dragon doesn't detect anything out of the ordinary.\" \n I sure hope Oden is right about it's sleeping habits. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nWell... I dont think I could call like a bird, no matter how hard I tried. Uhh...so someone who -can- should come with me.\n\n Bah. Calling like a bird. A proper war-cry would be better. But whatever the group thinks we should do... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"What we could do is this: Travel in groups of two or three. When one person finds the Cave, light a SMALL wet fire, downwind of the dragons cave. We then all gather around, and make final preperations. Fizan, if you could sneak down first and do some scouting, to find the lay of the land, that woudl be best.\"\n\n\"If there are no other exits to the dragons den, perhaps we could plant some traps near the entrance of the cave, and try to smoke the dragon out. Either he would die in the smoke and flames or get shredded to pieces by traps we can create.\"\n\n\"If the dragons den slopes slowly downward, we can use a simple trap to keep it from comming up easily. By Taking some simple sticks, sharpening both ends, and placing them into the celling of the burrow, the dragon will end up shredding its wings apart if it tries to fly out. A similar number of these sticks on the sides, pointing into the cave, woudl make it easy to venture into the cave, but very hard to get out quickly without impaling ones self.\"\n\n\"Finally, we could use one of the flasks of fire to pour upon the dragon as it flies upward, by putting a beam in the way wiht the fire at the top. As the dragon moves teh beam aside, the flask breaks and dumps fire onto the dragon. I also happen to have a bag of caltrops with me, we could affix some of those to any sticks to make them even more dangerous.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nPerhaps each team should have a crossbow and we light the arrowtip and let the arrow go at the air so the other team sees the arrow and comes? Ofcourse, this would require at least one team member look at the skies for the arrow while the others are looking around. Lighting a fire is not a good idea because if the dragon can hear well as you say wouldn't he have a strong scent ability or something?\n Master Oden is right. Perhaps I should stop trying to look and sound smart and actually start being smart? \nLinda looks down with a frown on her face" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Hence why, wee lassie, we light the fire downwind of the cavern. Even several hundred feet, if needed, because once we are in the general vicnity of the lair, we can find it again. Also, the smell of rotting meat should over power any steamy smoke we produce, along with the fact that the dragon covers its lair with trees and rocks. That shoudl also keep a good chuck of smell out.\"\n\nLooks around\n\n\"If there are no other ideas, we should move out. We dont want to waste time\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You break into 3 groups: Oden Homm and Linda, Thokk and Fizahn, and Taern and Elthan.\n\nYour three groups move cautiously outward from the pond. As you explore, you realize that the \"hills\" are actually a number of mounds arranged in two concentric circles. Each mound is approximately 100 feet in diameter and 20 ft high. There are 12 mounds in the inner circle, 24 in the outer circle.\n\nThe arrangement of the mounds indicate that these are not natural phenomena. The field of mounds, with the pond in the center, covers about 20 acres. The mounds are as overgrown as the rest of the Wetwood, reminding you of ancient barrows or perhaps some long-lost, long-buried monument from some kind of ancient civilization.\n\nAs you wander among the mounds in the mid-day heat and as humidity rises from the bog, you begin to sweat. There is little wind and the silence soon becomes oppressive. You speak in whispers, not wanting to inadvertently wake the dragon you believe lurks nearby. At ground level, the mounds cut off any view of the other groups, so you occasionally climb to the top of a mound to get a look around.\n\nSoon, a thin plume of light smoke rises from atop one of the mounds to the west. Taern and Elthan have found something. When the party assembles, Taern and Elthan lead the group to a gash in the side of one of the northernmost mounds.\n\nApparently, one side of this mound had partially collapsed long ago, leaving a wedge-shaped divot approximately 30 feet across directly to the north. There is evidence of recent excavation as well, revealing stone buried underneath the brush and earth. It doesn't take Thokk's stonecunning to see the outline of a stone post and lintel doorway ( picture Stonehenge or the symbol pi) rising out of the dirt.\n\nAn 8 foot x 5 foot muddy block of stone is fitted into the doorway, sealing it, but claw marks at the edges and scrape marks along the \"frame\" make it obvious that the \"door\" has been pried loose and replaced repeatedly." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nDoubtfully, Taern looks their discovery up and down. Being careful to whisper, she turns to the other party members\n\nThere's no way in Tymora's name I could move that without waking up the dragon. Do we wait for it to come out, or do we come back later and hope it's moved the stone? Or is there another way in, maybe. A back door?\n\nhopefully, she looks around the mound, trying to find something that would resemble an alternative entrance" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "She looks excitedly at all of you and says\nThere was that spell I once read of, passwall it is called, that opens a passage in walls or solid stone. Master Oden, do you know how to cast it?\nLinda looks at master Oden's menacing look-the look he takes when she has done or said something stupid then she realises her forgetfulness\nWe have a passwall scroll with us...\nHer voice trails off and she now looks at the ground avoiding everybody's eyes but especially Oden's\n How could I possibly forget something like that? I fail master Oden's expectations by behaving like an idiot. Why don't I concentrate? Master Oden always said it is the mage's job to take decisions and take care of things and not to be distracted by anything-even her excitement about the adventure! \nShe now is all red and has an angry look in her face." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"If we can't find another way in and we are sure that the dragon is inside, we could use the scroll master Oden has given us to make a passage into the dragon's lair. If we find no way of entering it we could wait until it comes out and then we attack it by surprise.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Great, old barrows, with luck, the dragon has looted them all and triggered any traps or killed any guardians. Wouldn't the scroll of passwall only give one person entrance to the lair?\" \n I doubt he's triggered any of the traps that were most likely placed in the mounds recently enough to have wounded him, but it means that he does have a hoard of treasure. I wonder if he could take control of any undead guardians. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm frowns, looking at the stone door. \"This is just too obvious and inviting. I would have expected him to be more cunning. True, we could attempt the passwall , but I agree with Taern and Elthan there could be another entrance.\"\n\nTaern and Elthan circle the mound carefully in one direction and Fizahn from the other. Despite the sharpness of elven (and half-elven) vision, it is the gnome who spots the small dark opening, only a few feet high and wide, obscured by underbrush, at the base of the mound almost exactly 180 degrees from the stone door.\n\n\n [Search checks (DC 15): Elthan 5 (3+2), Fizahn 25 (18+7), Taern 13 (12+1)] " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ach, here is where the beasities main lair is. I suggest that we try to block the first exit as much as we can, so teh dragon cannot get out that way. Does anyone else agree with my idea of smoking out the dragon and using the sharped sticks, to shred the wings?\"\n\nLooks Around\n\n\"Also, the smoke should weaken the dragon, making it easier to kill once we get into combat. The fumes will sting the eyes, and harm the throat. He woudl be dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and hopefully easier to kill\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"I applaud your cunning, Sir Thokk, but I wonder if we have enough daylight to put your plan into action. We would need to find straight lengths of wood (difficult to do in this bog), cut them to size and sharpen their points, and somehow install them into this tiny tunnel, all before sunset (when the dragon will likely awaken) and without alerting the dragon to our presence.\n\n\"If we were to place the spikes in such a way that we could enter but the dragon could not exit, would that not also prevent us from exiting in an emergency? I for one would not like to impale myself on a spike meant for the dragon.\n\n\"I suppose that we could leave and try to manufacture some traps back in Mimleth before returning. My concern would be, however, that we have now left our tracks and scent scattered around this area. Should the dragon realize that we are on to him, he might flee again...\n\n\"I like the idea of trying to smoke the dragon out, but which exit should we cover? If we split our forces to cover both, that could possibly leave three of us facing the dragon alone before the other three could come to our aid. The dragon is still young, but he is no doubt going to prove a formidable opponent.\n\n\"In addition, it just occurs to me that there could be connections between these different barrows under the ground that we are unaware of. Not only could this foil our plans to smoke out the dragon, it also means that trying to simply seal the dragon in might be unsuccessful as well.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Hmmm... Just covering our exits and containing the dragon is proving quite a challenge... Perhaps a swift and straight forward stike could prove more effective. It would be more dangerous but in the confusion, we may be able to take down the dragon before he makes his exit.\"\n\nLooks at the newly found door.\n\n\"Then again my plan doesn't sound that good... your choice.\"\n\nLooks at the rest of the band expecting an answer." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"well, i am just offering ideas. Have you ever tried to take down a black dragon before, nevermind a black one? I think a planned out idea would work better, but if its a fight we should do, then im as ready as I am going to be. I still think we should block up the Doorway we found. If possible, we might be able to heard the dragon into that area, and then kill it while it is boxed in.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\ncrosses her arms impatiently\n\nAre we going to attack this dragon, or do we stand around arguing about how to do it? I agree with Elthan. We should just charge in and put an end to it's misery.\n\n A brief, glorious battle would be best. The beast would not suffer, and our injuries would not be great. Hmph. Planning traps and tricks which may or may not work against a beast so great. Our time for battle has arived, my friends shouldnt shirk it with clever plans. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n\" I can't think of anything better to do with our resources, aside from sneaking past it and trying to find something useful in its hoard of magic items (I don't think that'll work) , so (I can't believe I'm saying this) I think we should try a straight forward battle. \"\n\n Hopefully we can confront it in tunnels instead of the main cavern so we can use our small size and agility to our advantage. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nA straightforward but carefully planned battle would be the best. For all we know the dragon could be awake now and listening to our plans. The more we wait the greater the chances of this actually happening. Towards danger but none too fast is my idea of battle. After all, the dragon wouldn't be able to quickly exit the cave if he has blocked the front entrance and the entrance we just found is not large enough for him to fly out.\nLinda will wait for the others to decide and will listen to their ideas but will urge them not to waste too much time planning" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm looks thoughtfully at the small tunnel.\n\n\"I believe the frontal attack is viable, but I am concerned that such an approach might allow the dragon to escape through the back entrance if he decides not to engage us. There is another option that might prove more successful; however it carries a slightly higher risk for one of our party members...\"\n\nHe looks directly at Fizahn.\n\n\"Perhaps Master Fizahn could slip into the dragon's lair \"through the back door\" with the last remaining bead from my necklace of fireballs, using stealth rather than strength. The rest of the party could prepare for battle outside the \"front door\" awaiting his signal.\n\n\"Once Fizahn is in position he could throw the fireball , both surprising the dragon and signalling the rest of the party to charge in. With luck he would already be in a perfect flanking position.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: This is the plan suggested by McMouse in the OOC thread." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I guess we could do that, but after I throw that bead, you've all got five seconds to come to my aid.\" \n Hopefully I can avoid death today.... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Lads, if that is what you are planning, but i dont believe that to be the best of ideas. I still say we put some heavy things in teh way of the front door, then all of us go down the side.\"\n\nPicks up sword, and swings over shoulder\n\n\"however, if you wont take heed, let us be off\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I think that moving heavy things in front of the door would take too much time, make too much noise, and wake the dragon.\" \n Plus it would put a lot of strain on my back and even the mages would be better at it than me... " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\ngrins\n\nAlright then, I believe we have a plan. As soon as we hear the explosion, we'll charge in there and kill the beast. So, when do we start?\n\n Alright! Now they're talking my language. Explosions, and a full, frontal assault. It will be charred cinders before it even has time to draw breath. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"So then lets go with that plan.\"\n\nHe takes from his spell component pouch a piece of cured leather and then start making symbols in the air with his hand and chanting words. After that, some very dim light barely visible sorrounds him and quickly fades away. He then loads his crossbow.\n\n\"I'm ready\"\n\nOOC: He cast mage armor." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm eyes the small tunnel. \"Sir Thokk, I doubt that any but Master Fizahn could easily crawl through that hole. It seems that for most of us, the stone door is the only way in.\n\nOden reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small toad, offering it to Fizahn.\n\n\"Perhaps not the most glamorous, nor most intelligent, of familiars, but he may be of some small use in this instance. I can not see through his eyes, but if you carry him with you, I should be able to sense if something goes awry.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Please check the OOC thread for play mechanics as we switch to combat rounds... " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the lady of Darkness (yeah right) \n\nI don't have any defencive spells available. Perhaps it is better to stay behind and use daylight immediately then use my attack magic to help you from afar?" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern opens her mouth to say something to Linda, then shrugs and unstraps her axe from her back\n\nSo... uhh... we wait for the explosion before attacking through the stone door? Shouldnt we move it first, so we dont have to smash it down while Fizhan gets attacked?\n\nNot really waiting for answers, Taern strides around to the front of the mound, axe shouldered, and tosses her two bags to the side of the entrance, preparing to try and move the blocking slab.\n\n Ooh. This thing sure is big! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party members find that there is little more to say.\n\nFizahn slips into the small tunnel, the golden bead clutched in his right hand.\n\nAfter Fizahn disappears, Oden Homm searches the ground for a moment, then bends over and picks up some strands of silk from a spider's web. The silk is tossed into the entrance to the tunnel with a whispered word, and the entrance to the tunnel is sealed by a dense web .\n\nThe rest of the party quietly, but briskly, moves around to the other side of the mound, where Taern is flexing her fingers, scanning the muddy block of stone for some good handholds.\n\nElthan moves into position behind Taern, crossbow cocked and loaded.\n\nOden Homm whispers to Linda that she should stay behind him. He takes two small leather discs out from a pocket. Holding one over her heart and one over his, he chants quietly - the discs disintegrate into faint sparkles, then vanish. He then touches her lightly on the forehead, tracing some kind of arcane sigil, still whispering. He traces a similar symbol on his own forehead.\n\nHe then takes the scroll of daylight from Linda and approaches Thokk. \"Are you ready, Sir Thokk?\" He opens the scroll and reads from it. The armored dwarf begins to glow like a diminutive celestial. Hoisting his sword and shield, Thokk moves into position in front of the door, next to Taern who is now feeling the rock, testing her grip...\n\n\n\nOOC: Oden Homm casts web on the hidden tunnel, sealing it. He then casts both mage armor and resist energy (acid) on himself and his ward, Linda. Finally, he uses the scroll to cast daylight on Thokk." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern's hands slip off of the muddy stone. The rest of the group is too engrossed in their pre-battle preparations to notice...\n\n\n\n OOC: Taern's strength check: 6 (4+2).\n\nInitiative rolls have been posted in the OOC thread, including DM rolls on behalf of Thokk and Linda." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nOne of us should stay near the stone and listen for when the fireball will be dropped so we can use the passwall scroll to pass this stone quickly and enter the battle. Who has the scroll right now?\n\n\nOOC: PMed actions for 2 rounds, won't be able to use the dice roller for a week for reasons included in the PM, sorry." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Fizahn enters the small tunnel. Even with his small stature, he is forced to crouch to avoid scraping his head on the ceiling. The tunnel has been dug relatively recently. With his low-light vision, he can see claw marks in the wall. A strong fishy odor mingles with the smell of fresh earth. He recognizes the stink from his exposure to the dark mist.\n\nThe tunnel darkens further as Oden seals the entrance (and a potential exit) with a spell.\n\nHe moves cautiously, as silently as possible. The tunnel slopes downward slightly for the first 15 ft, then cuts back upward for the last 10 ft. The tunnel then ends.\n\nThere is a loosely fitting stone, roughly 3 ft x 3 ft x 1 ft, blocking his way. Looking back, he can not see the entrance to the tunnel directly (due to the dip and rise). There is, however, still just enough diffused light for him to see that the stone does not seal the passage, it just prevents him from moving past it without pushing it aside. There is near total darkness beyond. He can feel cool air on his face. The stench is quite strong now.\n\nFizahn tries to slink around the stone, without disturbing it. His head and left arm are through when he becomes stuck fast. He finds that he can move neither forward nor backward without dislodging the stone. Cursing under his breath, he is weighing his options when suddenly he sees a shaft of light pierce the darkness from 50 ft away, illuminating a large round chamber... \n\n...\n\nJust as Linda quietly asks who has the passwall scroll, she hears the scrape of stone on stone, then a loud thump as the hewn rock \"door\" topples forward into the earth, narrowly missing Thokk.\n\nA dark 5 ft x 8 ft opening is revealed.\n\nTaern's smile of satisfaction fades as an angry hiss echoes from the chamber...\n\n\n\n OOC: Fizahn's Escape Artist check: 9 (1+8). Fizahn gets stuck as he tries to wriggle past the stone blocking the \"hidden\" exit. Taern's Strength check: 22 (20+2). Taern pulls down the stone \"front door.\" The dragon wakes up." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n Hoooo boy... I didnt think that stone would wake the dragon.... \n\nDo we attack? Or do we wait for the...uhh... magic thingy?\n\nUnsure of a course of action, Taern hangs back for a few moments, waiting for either the signal to charge, or the signal to wait." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Without a moment's hesitation, Thokk plunges into the doorway roaring, \"MORADIN!!!\" With his armor aglow, he streaks into the barrow like a slow, squat comet.\n\nThe daylight emanating from Thokk illuminates a round 70 ft wide split level chamber. The center of the room is a shallow (only 5 ft deep) pit, 50 ft in diameter, leaving a 10 ft wide ring/ledge around the perimeter of the room. The ceiling is a low arched dome, 15 feet high at its apex.\n\nThe black dragon, roughly 12 feet long, crouches in the exact center of the room, alert and hissing. His \"bed\" appears to be a corroded metal disc, about 10 ft in diameter set into the center of the floor.\n\nThokk leaps down into the central area and crashes directly into the dragon, his bastard sword plunging deep into the beast's shoulder.\n\nAlmost simultaneously, both Thokk and the dragon are engulfed in flame. THOOOM!!!* Fizahn (no longer concerned about stealth) had pushed the stone he had been pinned under aside and, rising, had hurled the fireball directly at the dragon, inadvertently catching Thokk in its blast.\n\nRolling and twisting with the explosion, the black dragon skitters off to the side, leaps up onto the ledge, and places its back against the curved wall. Thokk, literally steaming, follows up his initial attack with more slashes, \"Come back here ye pansy!\"\n\nStunned and lightly charred, the dragon crouches defensively and a thick black mist forms around him. Spreading quickly, like blood in water, the billowing clouds of darkness fill more than half of the room. Only Thokk's glowing armor prevents the entire chamber from being plunged into complete darkness. As it is, the dragon's form becomes obscured by shadow.\n\nElthan steps into the chamber cautiously. Taking a few steps off to the side, along the ledge, he takes aim and fires at the dragon with his crossbow. His aim is true, even through the shadowy darkness, but the bolt ricochets off of the dragon's armored hide.\n\nTaern hesitates at first, confused, but after the detonation of the fireball , she too charges into the room, a war chant rising in her throat. Taking in the situation at a glance, she veers left, brushes past Elthan, and runs toward the dragon along the curved outer ring.\n\nOden Homm and Linda cautiously make their way into the room last. Oden completes a last protective spell, whereas Linda, heart pounding, fires twin blasts of arcane energy toward the dragon. She can barely see the dragon in the shadows, but her sorcery finds its mark. One magic missile hits the dragon square in the chest, causing him to cry out in rage and pain.\n\n\nOOC: Please submit round 2 actions, including \"pre rolls\" for attacks and damage. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n That thing is huge! For honor! \n\nTaern digs in her heels, and with her axe held firmly in both hands, sprints towards the beast, yelling in Elvish\n\n For honor! For glory!\nTymora shine upon us, as our weapons flash in the sunlight!\nOur foes will fall before our swinging blades!\nRun in terror, foe, for the Strongroot clan has come!\nYour blood will paint the ground!\nYour corpse will feed the trees!\nLuck is on our side!\nFor honor! For glory!\nTo battle! \n\nTaern lets out a roar unusually loud and deep for one of her statue as she sprints towards the dragon, eyes greener than usual" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass, enough singing, more fighting!\"\n\nLooks toward Fizan\n\n\"And wee one, watch where you throw that thing!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern's chanting echoes throughout the chamber. Only Elthan and Oden Homm understand her words, but all who hear Taern's voice feel their blood rise.\n\n...\n\nThokk charges toward the ledge, grabs its edge, and tries to pull himself up. Weighed down with his armor, shield, and sword, however, he is unable to get any purchase on the smooth, damp stone. \"AARGGH!!!\" he cries out in frustration.\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn has been patting down his pockets. Where is the Alchemist's Fire? He can't find the flasks. Did he forget to take them? \"Blast!\" Instead he loads his light crossbow, raises it and fires at the dragon. The bolt glances off of the dragon's back harmlessly. \"Blast!\"\n\nThe dragon fixes his gaze on Oden (his old \"master\") and Linda (who has just seared him with arcane fire). His jaws open and he sprays them with black ichor from 50 ft away. Neither is able to dodge out of the way in time. Linda is badly burned on her left arm and shoulder, her white robes now stained a sickly gray-green. If not for Oden's protective spells, the damage could have been much worse. Oden himself however has not fared quite as well. Angry burns cover most of his body, and he can barely stand supporting himself against the stone doorframe.\n\nThe dragon then launches himself off the ledge, over Thokk's head, gliding/scrambling to the opposite side of the pit. Thokk tries to slash the dragon in mid-air, but his blade slides off of the dragon's belly plates without getting a good bite.\n\nElthan has reloaded his crossbow and tracks the dragon's movement across the room. But seeing that the dragon is more vulnerable to magic than crossbow bolts, he lowers his crossbow and sends two magic missiles of his own instead. One seems to only crease the dragon, but one strikes solidly, and the dragon reels.\n\nTaern skids to a stop where the dragon was a moment ago. They face each other from opposite ends of the chamber. The dragon almost seems to be laughing at her.\n\nLinda turns to her mentor. Murmuring words of comfort, she tries to seal his open wounds as best she can. Oden gasps, \"The dragon must not escape!\"\n\n\nOOC: Please submit round 3 actions. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Linda use magic missles, it seems to be able to penetrate its scaly hide much easier than weapons!\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Speak for yourself! Dwarfen steel is biting into the beasties hide just fine! Also, whoever has the tanglefoot bag should throw it soon!\"\n\nLooks up at the dragon as he charges it\n\n\"Pilinn ned'wilith, arrow in the wind, or whatever your name is, Get ready to die!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk launches himself across the pit. As he crosses back over the metal disc, his boots ring hollowly. He is too focused on his attack to dwell on this, however. The force of his attack knocks the dragon backward, and Thokk's bastard sword slashes deeply into the dragon's exposed flank. Thokk grins in satisfaction.\n\nFizahn shoots another crossbow bolt, but it goes wide, shattering against the stone wall. \"Blast!\"\n\nThe dragon is furious. His jaws clamp down on Thokk's shield arm. You can hear a metallic crinkling as a vambrace starts to buckle, but it holds. The dragon's claws tear at Thokk, and one actually rips away part of his cuirass, raking Thokk's ribs. The dragon's wings beat at Thokk as well, and one clips him on his temple, lightly stunning him for a moment.\n\nTaern sees an opening and, taking a flying leap off of the ledge, charges across the pit to fight shoulder to shoulder with Thokk. Her chant rises in volume and intensity.\n\nTaern's axe doesn't find its mark, but as Thokk, Taern, and the dragon battle, bolt after bolt of searing white light slam into the dragon from Elthan's and Linda's fingertips. The dragon's expression changes. It no longer seems to sneer. The expression is... fear?\n\n\nOOC: Round 3 ends. Time for round 4... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk slashes again and again at the dragon, drawing more blood.\n\nFizahn throws down his crossbow in disgust and charges toward the dragon, leaps off the ledge, and lands on the dragon's back. Before he can plunge his rapier into the dragon's spine, however, he is thrown off. He rolls to his feet, rapier at the ready.\n\nThe dragon, desperate, shifts to the side and blasts both Thokk and Taern with another spray of acid. Thokk takes the acid point blank in his chest. Sizzling, he screams out in agony. Taern is spared the worst of it, thanks to Thokk, but she too feels searing pain as some of the backsplash lands on her shoulder and back.\n\nHer eyes flashing, she brings her war axe down on the dragon's skull with enough force to split an oak log in two. Her hands sting from the impact, but amazingly, the dragon continues to fight. He seems only more angry (if possible).\n\nElthan and Linda continue to blast the dragon from a distance with magic missiles . Linda is simultaneously yelling out in draconic, asking the dragon to surrender. The dragon ignores her. This could be because he doesn't understand draconic or because she is simultaneously blasting him with magic missiles as she asks for peace. Oden stands in the doorway, clutching an old silver dagger. He makes no offensive actions, but continues to watch the dragon closely.\n\nBlack blood drips from the dragon's hide. His movements are slower now, and more desperate. The dragon's eyes flicker to the doorway, protected only by an old man and a young girl...\n\n\nOOC: Round 4 ends. See note in OOC thread regarding possibility of capturing the dragon alive. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda will get ready to blast the dragon if he attempts to escape or attack but will not attack him first. She says out in common:\n\"We don't have to kill him, perhaps we can subdue him?\" then speak to the dragon again without attacking in draconic:\n\"I won't attack you if you surrender. We don't have to kill you if you do\"\n\nOOC: Dunno if I can ready MM while doing free actions, can I? Oh and did you get the rolls I sent you?" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nblood pounding in her ears, she finally stops singing, and lets out another roar. She continues to dance around the dragon, and swing her big axe with as much force as she can muster.\n\n You are finished! Your luck has run out! \n\nrrrrAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!\n\n It will fall! " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Tis the end of the line for you, dragon.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan : \n\n\"We almost have it! Don't let it get away!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, covered from head to toe in ichor, staggers back from the melee, groping for a healing potion.\n\nFizahn steps into his place and, lunging, thrusts his rapier into the dragon's neck.\n\nThe dragon twists away and makes a break for the doorway. He dodges a mighty swing of Taern's axe, but Fizahn manages a second thrust into the dragon's back.\n\nThe dragon scrambles up and over the ledge, and is about to crash through Oden and Linda into the open bog beyond, when Elthan's final volley of magic missiles strikes home. The dragon collapses into a smoking heap at Oden's feet.\n\n\nOOC: End round 5. End combat. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Twas a good fight, and a decent foe.\"\n\nBows Head\n\n Prays to Moradin " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe sits down leaning on a wall.\n\n\"I'm exhausted!!!\"\n\nJumps back up to his feet.\n\n\"Is everyone alright?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Now that is done, what now old man? I believe we should take a token back to the townsfolk. Also, if possible, i would like to have part of the scale of the dragon. My clan used to use certain dragon scale for armour, very effective. Finally, i believe some searching of the barrows is in order. If we all spead out, search, and return with anything we find. Agreed?\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nPanting heavily, Taern drops her axe, and looks at the others. Rummaging around in her pouch, she pulls out a six-sided cube, and a small feather.\n\nThough the dragon was evil, at one point, it was a valiant beast. I ask that we move the corpse outside so that I may honor the dead in a fitting way. It would not do to desecrate such a noble beast. Please, help me move it, so that it might go to it's resting place in a manner befitting a creature so proud.\n\n If I have ever seen a strong fighter, this is one. It deserves an honored ceremony. I hope these others are wise enough to see that. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm kneels down and strokes the dragon's head gently. He whispers something quietly, perhaps a goodbye, perhaps words of regret.\n\nHe stands, seemingly at a loss for words. Eventually, he says simply and without irony, \"Adventurers, you have my deepest gratitude.\"\n\nMoving to Thokk, Taern, and Linda, in turn, he quickly tends to their burns.\n\n\nOOC: Oden casts cure light wounds on Thokk, Taern, and Linda." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\n\"I am sorry we had to kill your dragon in the end master Oden but it seems there was no other way. As for what we do now, a good start would be to search the cave thoroughtly. The dragon raided the village several times and the countryside around it too. He might have already eaten some poor traveller or villager. We must search the cave to find what we can find-should we find any human bodies we should return them to their families for a proper burial. And I believe one of you had his pony eaten? We might not be able to recover the eaten pony but the dragon couldn't have eaten the items it was carrying. The same would apply to other abducted animals-especially those from stables or caravans\"\n\nLinda waits for the others to decide on the matter while she tends to her clothes using her magic to clean them and make some minor repairs (pestidrigitation)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party quickly splits up to check out the chamber and to recover any intact crossbow bolts (unfortunately all are broken). Thokk does find a dragon claw embedded into one of the pieces of armor the dragon had torn away. It's not the dragon's head, but it's better than nothing.\n\nThe room is as described previously. It is disappointingly empty. It occurs to you that at one time, long ago, the circular central pit might have been filled with water. The 10 ft diameter metal disc in the center of the room appears to be some sort of large seal. It appears that the dragon did not eat its victims here. There are no bones or, sadly, treasure in evidence.\n\nAfter the initial survey, the party gathers to help Taern carry the dragon's body outside. Thokk grumbles under his breath about the waste.\n\nThe sun is shining brightly. It is still mid-afternoon." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nGoes over to the dragon and takes a not too damaged scale and pockets it.\n\n\"The metal disc interests me.\"\n\nGoes over to the metal disc and starts studying it.\n\nOOC: Knowlede arcana? spellcraft? something else?" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"If we must honor the body we must, but i doubt this dragon will be needing its scale anymore. DragonScale armor is very strong, not to mention water proof, rust-proof, and fire-resistant. Lads, you have not fought in half the fights i have, and i remember from experience, DragonScale is worth it.\"\n\nLooks to the others\n\n\"One of you said this area seems to be an old burial area. While we are here, while the elf is 'giving thanks' or whatever, i suggest we scout the barrows for anything inside them.\"\n\nMoves to Fizan\n\n\"Wee one, when i was running over the disk, it made a strange, reverberating sound. Ill help you search it.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern kneels next to the body, and carefully places the cube inside the dragon's mouth, then slowly chants a prayer in elvish\n\n We honor the fallen this day. Luck was on our side, yet the fallen fell with valor. May they return to their resting place with honor, and be remembered through the rest of time. \n\nWith that, Taern carefully places the feather on the back of the dragon, and mutters the word \"saceelea\". The feather spins, whirls, and stretches, morphing into an enormous tree.\n\nOOC: Taern uses a feather token: tree . I'll leave it up to Daring_Rogue to say what the effect is on the body." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In an eyeblink, there is a massive oak where the dragon once lay. The leaves of the tree shade you where you stand. Its roots plunge deep into the bog, taking the body of the dragon with it.\n\n...\n\nThe group then re-enters the barrow. Elthan and Fizahn are already crouched around the metal disc, examining it closely.\n\nThe disc appears to be heavily corroded iron. It is bolted to the stone floor of the pit, but light knocking reveals that there is clearly an opening below.\n\nThere is also an inscription, barely visible under the rust, that runs in a continuous spiral from the center of the disc outward to the rim. It is in no language that any of you are familiar with.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk is no longer disabled, but still retains two hits, and his armor is badly damaged. Taern, Linda, and Oden, though \"healed\" in game terms, still have burns that will take time to fully disappear. Please update your character sheets to reflect any equipment changes including the dragon claw and scale that Thokk and Elthan can keep. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ach, by Moradin Beard, what have you done?\"\n\nWaves Finger disapointly at Taern\n\n\"Lassie, you are now buying me a new suit of Armor, me being unable to use this one, AND YOU GETTING RID OF MY FUTURE COAT!\"\n\nWalks away, rumbling obcenities in Dwarfen\n\n Sacred anvil, what will the elves do next? \n\nYells\n\"Old one, come over here. We need some someone to translate.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe look at the metal disc and starts chanting a spell.\n\nOOC: I cast detect magic on the seal, if it reveals magical, I will concentrate for the three rounds and try to find out what school it is from." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan gazes intently at the disc. He senses some faint magic, but the more he studies the disc, the more convinced he becomes that the magic radiates not from the disc, but from behind the disc. A few more moments allow him to specify that the magic is some form of abjuration .\n\nAt Thokk's request, Oden Homm studies the writing on the disc, frowning. \"This is no language I know or have encountered before...\"\n\nHe takes some soot from a belt pouch and mixes it with some salt from another pouch. Sprinkling the grains over the metal disc he mumbles to himself as he studies the inscription for a couple of minutes..." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe starts studying the metal disck closely to find a way to remove it or open it." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nOffended, Taern walks inside the barrow\n\nDwarf, your words are misplaced. Would you have so readily marred the honored dead? I dont \"owe\" you anything. I was merely performing the proper ritual which would let the dragon rest in peace. At one point it was a nice creature, and in any case, it was an honorable foe. I know that you might have the need to pratice some... sort of savage customs, but have a care. It is almost like the drow or demons would do, to skin the corpse of an enemy. Please, be a little nicer in the future. It would make you many more friends than enemies.\n\nlooks over at the activities over the seal\n\nWhat's that? Should I break it open?\n\n These barbarian dwarves never cease to amaze me. Whatever will they think of next? Trying to skin the fallen corpses.. shameful. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Actually, you could help to try and find a way to open it...but if that fails, hack away.\"\n\n Either way I want to know what is behind... " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda is interested in the seal too but used to studying first and then tinkering with anything she is less rashful to break it open.\n\"This seal must be here for some time and for a reason. Breaking it open before learning what it does is not so good an idea. On any account we should be careful whith what we do with everything we don't fully understand.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Lassie, never insult my clan again or you will be shorter by a head. Friend or foe, we do not need our bodies once we die. Moradin remakes our bodies out of stone and creates life again. Also, I now need a new suit of armor. I was going to use the dragons skin to make a new suit, but you decided to go ahead and sink the dragon below the swamp. How do u suggest I get a new suit with no availbale money and my scale gone? You are getting me new armor, lass.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I think that this is either the work of the dragon, or the work of the barrow-makers. There are most likely safeguards.\" \n\nFizahn begins carefully examining the disc.\n\nOOC: Search check to find any traps." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I tried a simple detect magic spell and felt an abjuration behind the disc. I think we have to worry about what we find after we open it.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nfairly piqued at Thokks threats and insults, Taern storms out of the cave, A few minutes later, she returns, leading her horse. She frustratedly unstraps a shovel from the side of the horse and thrusts it in Thokk's direction, then jabs her finger at the tree\n\nI am done honoring the fallen. If you wish to desecrate the bodies, so be it. You can start digging.\n\n Dwarves! Do all they know how to do is fight, drink ale, and spew threats and insults? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden's spell allows him to translate the spiral inscription, which apparently dates back to the earliest days of dale reckoning, over 700 years ago.\n\nIt tells the tale of an evil necromancer named Sethra who terrorized the area for many decades. Much of the spiral is dedicated to enumerating the many horrors he brought down on the Vilhon Reach as well as the stories of many failed attempts by various would-be heroes to defeat Sethra.\n\nIt was not until the Year of Dreams (10DR) that a band of adventurers, led by a rival wizard (whose wife and two of three children had been murdered by Sethra), hunted down the necromancer, eventually tracking him to this very crypt.\n\nThe four adventurers descended into the crypt, sealing the entrance behind them to prevent Sethra's escape. Witnesses outside the barrow reported hearing shouting, fighting and explosions, then an eerie silence. Sethra was never heard from again; however, the adventurers did not resurface either, and no one was able to penetrate the magic wards they had left behind. They were assumed to have died in defeating Sethra and were posthumously hailed as heroes. The entrance of the crypt was later sealed with this commemorative plaque. The inscription ends with the sentence, \"Their brave, selfless deeds will never be forgotten.\"\n\nOden adds that ironically it was only a few generations later that a great plague devastated the Vilhon Reach (75DR Year of the Clinging Death). Much ancient history was forgotten, including apparently the existence of these barrows and the tale of Sethra's reign of terror...\n\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn's careful inspection of the borders of the disc have revealed that it is held into place by 8 pins that have been placed through bolts driven into the stone. It may be that the people of that long ago time were more concerned with preventing anything from exiting the tomb than preventing entrance. The pins and bolts are heavily corroded, but could likely be hammered open with a moderate effort. Fizahn finds no evidence of mechanical traps on the disc itself.\n\n\nOOC: Fizahn's Search check: 19 (12 + 7) ." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n Interesting... \n\n\"I've had a change of mind, let's not open this tomb, lets find a way to make sure it stays closed. I know the necromancer must be dead by now, but then again, if he was so powerful, he might arranged a revenge, magic can be devastating in capable hands...\"\n\n A necromancer... He may even have found a way to stay alive... " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTurning to the seal, she looks at the people gathered around it\n\nSo... uhh... do I bust it or not?" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White. \nLinda moves near the seal and thinks for a moment then turns to the others frowning.\n\"Things might not be as easy as choosing to open the seal or not. The dragon had evil in his blood but being raised by you master Oden should let him know of a good and benevolent way of life and allow him to pick good over evil. But what if his choice was forced? He was clearly drawn to this place. What if this place retains a portion of the evil it once had? What if its presence nearby turned your dragon back to evil ways even if you tried to raise him as a good creature? The mere fact that the dragon was drawn here means he was drawn by some kind of power. What if evil endured beyond the seal? Wouldn't it be our duty to open the seal and destroy the evil if we can? Such decisions should be taken after careful consideration though. And they can't be taken if the party is divided.\"\nShe turns towards the elf and the dwarf fighting.\n\"I am not familiar with your customs but fighting over tradition is not the right thing to do. Traditions that honor the dead that fought valiantly don't come after traditions that honor an ally who fought bravely for a task that was not his own?\"\nTurning to the dwarf she continues\n\"You are of different cultures but this should not mean that you mustn't honor eachother's customs. At least if you want to be friends. You just fought side by side and now you fight over frivolities? Is a new armor from dragonhide worth more than a good friend? And I am quite sure that such a young dragon would not have a hide thick enough to make as good armor as an adult. But it is your choice is it not? I am not in your group and I can't tell you what to do. But I can tell you what I think is wrong.\"\nAfter her speech Linda goes away, letting the elf and the dwarf decide what they will do.\n\nOOC: Was that a good enough diplomatic attempt?" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\nGrabbing the shovel from Taern\n\n\"Thank you lassie, dont mind if i do.\"\n\nStarts walking out the door, then turns to Taern\n\n\"I have nothing against honoring the fallen, but i do have something against wasteing possibly valuable supplies, espicially armor. If you no another place where i can get some fire resistant armor without sellin me own leg in the process, lead on. If you dont, i shall start digging.\"\n\nWalks outside to start digging" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Linda, I'm not putting in question your theory about the dragon being drawn here, put this place did not force evil upon the dragon. That dragon was born evil, and nothing could have changed that. Maybe evil still lingers behind the seal, but it took more power than all of us together to seal this evil, and if we open, we might be unleashing it upon the world. If we are going to open it, we should get more information before. I say that for now, our duty is to make sure time doesn't wear the seal out.\"\n\nTurns to Oden.\n\n\"Master Oden, do you know of any spell that could enforce the seal, or repair the damage time did on it?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"Well, Master Elthan, of course there are 'wizard locks' and also various protective glyphs that can be used to keep people or things in or out. No doubt, as you surmised, some are in effect here.\n\n\"I have not the ability to cast those spells in particular, but it seems to me that this barrow had remained fairly well hidden for many centuries without our help. I suppose that it could remain hidden for centuries more if we seal the entrance back up and tell no one about it.\n\n\"Sir Thokk, surely you realize that the dragon was far too small for even as skilled an armorsmith as you to make more than a suit of armor for a child's doll out of its hide. If all agree with Elthan, then that shovel would be put to better use covering up the two entrances we discovered here so that no one else might stumble upon this hidden crypt.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nforgetting to be angry, Taern grins\n\nWell, that's settled then! Lets start digging right away so no-one gets hurt here!\n\n A simple task... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"I know there is not enough scale on the dragon to fully funish myself with a full suit of armor. I simply need what i can get, and I can get some right now, so i will. And find yer own blasted shovel!\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I think that it's a waste of time digging up the dragon dwarf, you couldn't get a suit of armor to fit me, and the dragon's scales definately weren't as thick as an elder dragon's.\" \n Pheh, dwarves, always stubborn and placing too much value on thick armor. \n \n\"I'm sure if we raid that crypt that we could get enough gold to get you an extraordinary suit of armor, and maybe a better sword.\" \n Crypt raiding might not be the best idea, if it was once the place of a powerful necromancer, but the gold we could get.... " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I don't understand why you can't simply repair the damage on your armor Sir Thokk. If you can make a suit of armor out of dragon scale, certainly you can make the repairs needed for your armor. Anyways, I thought we could stay a day or two in town, I would like to inquire the locals about the history of the place.\"\n\n\"I agree with you master Oden that the chances someone else finds this place are slim, but WE stubbled upon it and were ready to bash it open in an instant. If you haden't decoded the inscription, I would have opted for the destruction of the seal. What realy bothers me is that the seal is in such an bad condition, do you know of a spell that could take the rust off, making it more secure?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"Those are good points, Elthan. Unfortunately, erasing the effects of time are beyond me (would that I could erase 50 years worth of wear and tear on my own body!). In any case, it looks to me as though the rust might actually be making the pins harder to remove now than they were when they were new.\n\n\"Perhaps there would be a way to leave a message or warning, however, in case anyone else were to stumble upon this barrow?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: What? Can't Oden cast epic spells with the fortify seed to undo old age yet? I thought he was supposed to be powerful :P" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"This used to be a necromacers, crypt, if i head correctly, right, laddie? In that case, he may have held a pack with denizens of the lower planes...\"\n\n I might be able to find a way in, and revenge my clan! \n\n\"OK, the dragon can rot in the marsh for all i care, off to the crypts!\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nGoes over to Thokk and speaks so only he can understand.\n\n\"I don't know why you are so interested in the planes, but perhaps it is not my buisness, but don't do anything irrational like trying to pop open the seal. Maybe it has what you are looking for, but it is more likely it has doom, yours, mine, and many more. If you are looking for information on the planes, then we should look for a large city with a great library and powerful mages.\"\n\nIn response to Oden.\n\n\"I do agree with the warning, but the warning should be inside, if someone is actully looking for this, maybe he shouldn't find it. Maybe we could cover the whole seal, making it look like there is nothing in here.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nI'm exhausted right now. If we are going to try and do anything about anything, I suggest we go get a good night's sleep first." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"It sounds as though some of you would like to open and explore the crypt, whereas others would prefer to leave it alone. Either way, however, I agree with Taern, the first thing to do would be to return to Mimleth to rest and restore ourselves. Many of us are injured, and our magic reservoirs have been depleted.\n\n\"Let us quickly make a decision on whether or not to seal this crypt (and if so how), so that we may do what needs to be done and still return to Mimleth before nightfall. For my part, I have no wish to return to this bog, but if you adventurers would like to debate the risk vs. reward of returning and opening the crypt, you should do so in a safe place, rather than this dark barrow.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"For once I will agree with the elf, I am slightly battered right now. However lads, I think we should explore these crypts. If you panseys dont want to venture down into the lower crypt, under the seal, thats fine with me, we should just search the ones above the seal. If all these hills are barrows, some of them should have the treasures the dead were buried with.\"\n\nOOC: When the move happened, did our OOC chat get deleted? I just looked for it and i couldnt find it, and the link Rouge has is now broken" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I don't think some rest will do any harm, so let's head back. I'm going along with the major consensus of the party on the crypt, so if the majority wants to go in, I'm in.\" \n\nLooks at the others.\n\n \"I'm assuming that Oden wants to go back to his life and that Linda's coming with us, so if there's a tie, I'm voting for going into the crypt.\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I agree with exploring the crypts above the ground, but the seal is there to keep whatever is or was in there from getting out. Whoever put that there gave themselves alot of trouble. Let's just go to town and rest for the night, we can talk about this some more later.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern and Thokk use their combined strength to refit the stone slab into the opening of the barrow. The shovel is used to collapse the hidden rear tunnel.\n\nOden Homm talks the group into burying the uneaten animals (including Fizahn's pony) that were festering in the central pond. It is a ghoulish, nauseating task, but with the animals buried (and once a light breeze has dispersed the charnel house stench) there is little left here to attract attention to the area (you hope).\n\nYour protective spells and the glow from Thokk's armor have long faded by the time all of the digging and lifting is completed. Everyone is tired, achy, and filthy.\n\nYou arrive at Oden Homm's estate by sunset. He insists that you stay overnight. After a bath, a change of clothes, and a good meal, everyone is ready to collapse into Oden's guest beds. Any discussion of crypt raiding will have to wait until the morning.\n\n\nOOC: End of Chapter 2: The Black Dragon. Please check the OOC thread for a wrap up. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nGets up and meditates." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the morning, after breakfast, Oden Homm brings out a small chest and places it on the table offering \"a small token of thanks.\" The chest contains 500 gold pieces. Added to the ioun stone, the potions, and the remaining scroll of passwall he gave you earlier, it is a generous reward for slaying the dragon.\n\nYou are welcome to stay with him as long as you like. His library is also open to anyone who would like to use it. It contains many old texts covering Arcana, History, Local history, and Religion." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I propose we split the gold into six, one part each, and one we keep as an adventuring fund.\"\n\n\"Thank you very much for your hospitality master Oden, I would very much appreciate to get a look at your library. Also we thank you for your generous gift.\"\n\nElthan goes to the library to look for texts about local history, more precisely the necromancer and his crypt." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ach, I myself would like to take a look at some of those tomes. Inparticualr, i want to look at some about denizens of the lower planes\"\n\nAlso heads into library" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nSpeaking to Thokk while searching the library.\n\n\"If you don't mind answering of course, I would like to know why you have such an interest in the lower planes. I could help you if I stumble across book that might interest you.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern spends her time making sure her adventuring gear is in order, repairing dings and dents in her armor, and talking to Oden Homm.\n\nOden, sir... uhh.. .mage, tell me more of your glorious days as an adventurer. I imagine there is much one such as you could teach an adventurer like me. I dont mean to press or anything, but I'd really like to hear more about you, and what you can teach me. I am also quite interested in dragons, such as the one we were forced to... put to rest.\n\n I am sure one as wise and powerful as Oden can teach me all about everything! We'll see who is dumb once he teaches me everything. I hope he has lots of stories about dragons. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nLinda gets up from her bed with great energy and a playful attitude. Her first real adventure has done nothing to reduce her desire to prove her talents and her powers to others.\n Let's see how perceptive these strangers really are. If they are clever enough I might go adventuring with them-I am quite sure master Oden won't mind. \nMeditating for awhile she restabilises her control over her magical powers then closes her eyes for a few moments. She then opens them and looks herself at a mirror. Checking the pointy ears, the black hair and the slightly more muscular body elaborately, she makes sure she hasn't forgotten to alter any of the physical characteristics that could give her away. She then puts on a change of spare adventurers clothes consisting of a pair of trousers, a common linen jacket with many pockets and a worn linen cape-all left deliberately worn and dirty so as to look used. She puts on common adventurer boots and she removes the plain ring with a pentagram she usually wears. She puts on a plain leather belt with the inscription Sempter Idem - a sign to Oden that she is herself that has been used many times before so as to let her master see through her disguises without need of verbal communication.\n Let's see if they will see through this. The only way they can uncover me without magic is through the ring mark I deliberately left and my blue eyes I also deliberately left-and my not speaking Sylvan. If they are clever enough to uncover me, I will ask them to join their adventures. \n\nLooking like a female elf rogue, Linda walks down to meet the others.\n\nOOC: Disguise self, lasts 30 minutes. Since I am not trying to be someone specific that the party has seen before, it shouldn't count as a disguise. Oden should instantly recognise me from the belt. Having done this trick countless times before him he shouldn't give me away unless there is some special reason. Linda just wants to know how clever her will-be teammates are. Taern should recognise me more easily from the others, being an elf herself." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Elthan pass the morning in the library, browsing through tome after tome, looking for more information about the necromancer Sethra or about demons in general.\n\nThey read about the rise and fall of Narfell and Raumanthar centuries before Dalereckoning. They read about the great plague that swept through Calimshan, the Vilhon Reach, and the Lake of Steam in the first century DR. They read about the wonders of the Unapproachable East. In more contemporary texts, they read about the fall of the dark god Moander, and about the rise of three tieflings, including Iyachtu Xvim the Baneson, who are even now leading an Army of Darkness against the free peoples.\n\nThey are just getting bored when Thokk stumbles upon an old reference to Sethra in one of the ancient histories of the Vilhon Reach. There is little detail in the account, just a recounting of his many evil deeds (including many already detailed on the iron plaque). Thokk is especially intrigued by speculation that Sethra might have been half-demon (though this might have been pure fantasy generated by his terrible reputation). The text also describes the fantastic Fire Opal carried by Sethra and rumored to be a source or focus of his great power.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Taern and Oden Homm pass their time resting and talking. Oden is happy to relive his glory days, telling of his youth in Silverymoon and his early adventures in the Undermountain. In his later adventuring years, he and his friends wandered far and wide, encountering many fantastic creatures and winning much gold. It was after two of his close friends were killed fighting a marilith, however, that Oden Homm decided to take his gold and retire to the backwater regions of the temperate Vilhon Reach, where he planned to spend his old age reading about history and continuing to dabble in/research the Old Magic.\n\n...\n\nWhen the group gathers in the dining room for an early tea, they are joined by an ebony haired elf adventurer.\n\n\nOOC: Each character should make two rollls: a Will save (DC14) to realize glamer is an illusion, and a Spot check (vs. Disguise check: 19) to see through the disguise. Make the rolls on your own and roleplay the results appropriately. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"So what have you been up to.....\"\n\n Who is she? \n\n\"Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Elthan.\"\n\nShakes her hand.\n\n\"Master Oden, you didn't tell us you were expecting a guest, except us of course.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "The \"guest\" walks at the table slowly greeting you all. She does not speak but walks straight to Oden and wispers something to his ear then sits down next to him" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\nStands Up\n\n\"Ach, hello lassie, but, who are you?\"\n\nLooks to Oden\n\n\"Is this one of your serving girls?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"A serving girl? Eating with the master? Do you not know proper dining ettiquite dwarf? The servants prepare the food and make sure everything goes splendidly. Usually they do not eat till after the meal is done, because they are busy all through the meal. Servants with other jobs would have gotten up and eaten earlier, then gone around their daily routine. A servant only eats with her master when he has guests over only if he wants to show her off, and he usually only shows her off to business associates.\" \n Are all dwarves ignorant barbarians? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"Hmm... well, let me introduce my old friend... umm... Deirdre. I have to say that I am as surprised as anyone else to see her this morning!\n\n\"So, Deirdre, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Deirdre\" frowns momentarily at Oden as if something worries her then speaks to the party:\n\"I have recently been away to see my family in the forest of Tethyr. The trip was too quiet for my liking I am afraid.\"\nShe smiles at Oden then goes on\n\"I have always been fond of challenges in life-what most people call adventuring. So I returned here to see if there is anything for me to do-an adventure to join. I heard of animal disappearances in the village and the surrounding countryside so I came here to ask what is going on-you used to be informed about most things that transpire here master Oden\"\nShe then turns to the \"strangers\".\n\"I am quite sure I haven't seen you when I was here a year ago. And a most interesting group you have. Are you adventurers? Has master Oden hired you to check on the disappearing animals? If yes, I would very much like to join you\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nfrowns and squints\n\nUhh... Deirdre... are you all right? You look all shimmery and a little like the other one that was with us. The apprentice... clears her throat So, how are the forests of Tethyr, at this time? I trust they havnt burned down?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Where is Linda? Have you met her before? I thought she was joining our party and we've got important details to discuss...\" \n I wonder how old this elf is... \n \"Ever heard anything about Sethra, Deidre?\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Yes, could you tell us where Linda is, master Oden, if she wants to join us, we need to talk about what are next move is.\"\n\nOOC: Bluff vs Sense Motive? (since she will obviously lie) ;)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Hey, wee lad, I dont be knowing what the proper ettiquette is, being that my old clan never kept servents, everyone had their own job to do, and everyone did it!\"\n\n Barbarians, having other people do work for you.\n\nAre all Gnomes such ignorant barbarians? " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Deirdre\" smiles at Taern's noticing something of the illusion then turns to the others, esp Fizzahn:\n\"Yes, I did see Linda, master Oden's apprentice, this morning. She will be joining us in a while. Tell me though, why did you get the impression she is coming with you?\"\n\n\nOOC: Dunno if it should be a bluff attempt-I DID see myself in the mirror this morning, the illusion should be dispersing in a few minutes so I will be joining them and Linda does want to know why and if they would want her with them. See? No lie said." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Oden Homm \n\n\"That's a good question Master Elthan. I am not sure what Linda is up to at the moment. I hope we'll find out soon...\"\n\nTakes another sip of his tea." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I had thought that she made it apparent from her actions and eagerness that she really wanted to go adventuring, and we're obviously the only group of adventurers passing through here right now...\" \n Some other adventurers are going to come busting in the door just to prove me wrong... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm's toad (last seen slipping into Fizahn's gear back before the battle with the dragon) hops up onto the table. Oden feeds him a cookie.\n\n\nOOC: Once Linda's \"test\" is over, I'll need some kind of consensus over what the group would like to do next.\n\nA couple options to consider: (1) return to the barrows in the Wetwood to do some more exploration, (2) head on to the vineyards of Nimpeth, your original destination, or (3) look for more information in the closest metropolis - Hlondeth, the City of Serpents (farther east along the main road).\n\nIf you decide to replenish any supplies in the nearby village of Mimleth, let me know what you buy and please update your character sheet accordingly." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I guess maybe I just assumed she wanted to come with us, though I'm pretty sure she asked, maybe it was just for the dragon. Anyway, if she is not here with us for dinner discussing what we will do next, I guess it shows that she is not interested in joining our group. Its a shame, she would have made a great addition to our ranks...\"\n\nOCC: The Bluff vs Sense Motive check I was talking about was about the answer Oden was going to give me but it was true and it did not tell me where Linda was. It really was a kick ass evasion of the question." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Deirdre's\" look changes to reflect her enthusiasm.\n\"So, you think she would be a great addition in the party? Very well then, your wish is granted.\n\"Deirdre's\" form vibrates and thinners significantly, her long ears changing to human ones and her skin and hair change to Linda's normal.\n\"Surprise!\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "chokes on a bit of bread\n\nYou look just like her! How did you know that's what she looked like?!" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\nShakes head at Taern\n\n\"By Moradins Beard lassie, are you that daft?\"\n\nTurns to Linda\n\n\"And to you lassie, thats a sneaky piece of magecraft. If you are going to be adventuring with us, Dont do that to me again. I dont like fake stuff, it gives me the willies.\"\n\nShivers\n\nOOC: Very nice touch McMouse" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Thokk, can't you see farther than yourself, that can very valuable while adventuring! Linda it's even truer now than before, you would make a great addition to the group. You had me fooled!\"\n\nTurns to Taern and says in elvish:\n\n\"Just to make sure you understand, it was Linda all along.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\ngives a big grin\n\nOoohhh! Very sneaky! Heh, quite a joke." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Well, it was no joke. For one, I wanted to display another one of my abilities. Secondly, I wanted to see if you wanted me or not-there are some things people don't say directly to someone but may reveal to a stranger. Excuse me for the ruse, but I wanted to see if you really wanted me aboard. Finally, I wanted to see if you would be able to uncover me-you didn't. That means I haven't lost my touch\"\n[chuckles]\n\"With that out of the way, I would like to ask you to take me with you in your adventures-you seem to be a decent enough group. For now, I don't want a share of the dragon kill gold-I would not take a reward for killing a creature raised by master Oden-even if it turned to evil in the end. The only thing that remains to be decided is where we should go after we leave master Oden's hospitality. You must have had a target on your own but now we uncovered this crypt and at least one of you wants to go there while the others are undecided. The way I see it, leaving the crypt hidden is a mistake. I bet anything something is down there. The seals may be holding it for now but they won't do so forever. If anything survived for 400 years then it can survive long enough for the seals to fade then come out and kill many innocents. I suggest we inform the proper authorities to either send a team there and cleanse the catacombs or keep guard for anything unusual. I don't think we are strong enough to overcome the evil there for now. Therefore, we should pursue some other short-term goal so as to gain power and wealth and when we are strong enough return there and cleanse the catacombs ourselves. What do you think?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ethlan, I just dont like images that are there but not there. They just bother me, ok laddie? Now leave it alone.\"\n\n\"I say we head down and destory whatever is down under that seal. We journy thought the barrows first, and then go under the seal.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm spends the afternoon mending Thokk's armor for him.\n\nThokk meanwhile works on setting the black dragon claw into the pommel of his bastard sword.\n\n\n\nOOC: Oden uses repeated mending spells. Thokk takes 10 on his Craft (Weaponsmith) check: 18 (10 + 8)." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"If we just explore the barrows first, we can gain some quick gold to help us survive while we gain power. I think that master Oden should keep a secret watch on the seal, because if the locals know, word could get out, and some foolish adventurers less-powerful than we are now could open it up, get their foolish selves killed, and unleash a scourge upon the world that could last thousands of years.\" \n Many adventurers are foolish and think only of the gold, and not of survival rates and consequences. \n \"I will go into the crypt if everyone else is going in, but I think that it would be in our best interests to leave it alone till later in life.\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I agree with Fizahn, we don't know what's under there and I don't think the seal is just a decoration. We should try to get more information about what happened before opening it. We don't want to unleash whatever could be under there upon the world. There might not be anything but I did sense some magic under the seal. As for the rest of the barrows, I think it is our duty to search them and take whatever goods we find in them.\"\n\nGrins.\n\n\"After that we could head to a large town close by, there might be a library from where we could farther study the subject.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is late in the day by the time you have decided to return to the barrows, and so you spend another night as Oden Homm's guest. Thokk's armor and sword are repaired/modified and polished. All of the party's burns and lacerations from the battle with the dragon seem to have healed nicely with the assistance of your magic spells.\n\nFreshly rested, the party heads back out to the Wetwoods bog to investigate the barrows further the next morning. Oden Homm waves goodbye and wishes you good luck.\n\nThe way back to the pond is now familiar and seems not to take as long as it did just a few days ago. Gone is the foul stench that once led you to the location. Instead, you are guided by the sight of a tall oak tree that you spot from a distance as you approach the forgotten field of barrows.\n\nThe sky is cloudy today, but it does not look like it is going to rain." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ah, looks to be a good day to be in those caves. Being underground is always better then being in this wide open sky.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Well, those caves might not be as empty as they now seem. For one, outlaws might have made hideouts of them. Or even wild creatures such as wolves or bears. It is still quite early so we should start exploring however, I don't think we should split this time. Can anyone of you heal wounds like I can? If not, splitting is a ad idea. It might take us more time to search the barrows that way but it will be safer." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I'm the advanced scout, just point me in the direction we're going and I'll make sure there's nothing too dangerous there.\" \n I doubt we'll be able to take anyone by surprise with Thokk and his armor, but hopefully I can scout ahead and find any ambushes. Maybe whatever is in there is too stupid to create an ambush... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Dismounting, you tie your horses to some gnarled trees and enter the field of barrows on foot from the south.\n\nThere are almost two score mounds to explore, spread out over about 20 acres, but you had checked out many of them before, so you limit your search to the unexplored barrows (mostly to the south and east). Still, none seem to have any obvious openings.\n\nYou wander between the overgrown mounds (each one about 100 ft in diameter and 20 ft high), occasionally climbing up and over their low peaks, finding little but swampy grasses and scraggly shrubs. Occasionally you startle a small lizard or water snake, otherwise all is quiet.\n\n...\n\nIt is getting close to midday when everyone decides to take a break for a light lunch. Fizahn climbs up to the top of a mound to look around as he munches on some jerky.\n\nHe is surprised to find that the party is not alone among the barrows. A man on horseback looks levelly back at Fizahn from the shade of Taern's oak tree (a couple hundred yards away to the north). The man is sturdily-built and goateed with shoulder length dark brown hair. A dark green cloak only partially covers shiny, black leather armor. A large, round wooden shield is slung on his back." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \nThe human, quickly alert to Fizahn's arrival, slips quickly down from his horse. Eyeing Fizahn cautiously, he shifts, ever so slightly, into a defensive stance, though, his hand never moves towards the thin-hilted scimitar at his hip.\n\n A low, rumbling growl seems to emenate from behind the tree. \n\nThe man, still cautiously watching Fizahn, crouches low to the ground, reaches behind the tree, and pulls back a medium sized, black and grey badger. He pulls the badger close to his face, still eyeing Fizahn, and appears to whisper something to the badger. He then sets the badger down, which scampers off into the surrounding bog, grunting with each bounding stride.\n\nThe human, eyes finally searching the area behind Fizahn, raises his arms slightly from his sides, elbows bent, and palms up. Slowly, cautiously, he approaches Fizahn.\n\n Well met, traveller. If you intend me no harm, I bring none to you. While his eyes tend to linger on Fizahn, he still seems wary, and cautious." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nFizahn eyes the stranger warily.\n\n \"No harm is intended if you have a logical reason for your presence here.\" \n\nFizahn says loudly enough that he's sure his party can hear him." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n The human visibly relaxes somewhat, his grim visage adopting a more friendly look. \n I had come to this area after learning that a dragon had taken up residence in these old warrens. While it was young, it could have been quite damaging to this area and the surrounding villages. I returned after an initial examination of the area to find that not only was the dragon was gone, but a large and old tree had grown from the ground outside the dragon's lair in only a few days. No only is it's apparent age and speed of growth interesting, but it also seems to radiate a strong aura of magic. \n The human's casual stance stiffens slightly at a noise from the underbrush. He relaxes and smirks slightly as the badger comes bounding out of the brush, grunting along with his stride. The badger stops next to the human, sniffing the air in the direction of Fizahn. the human crouches down and scratches the badger under the chin \n\nThe human says, It is ok, Aholoh, I don't think they mean to harm us , as he scratches the badger. As I have given you my reasoning, perhaps you could enlighten me to why you and sees the remainder of the party beyond Fizahn, your friends have come to this place? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan and Taern stand to greet the stranger.\n\n\"I am Elthan Moonshade. Well met, friend.\"\n\nTaern likewise introduces herself.\n\nElthan quickly outlines how the party had tracked the dragon to the forgotten barrows and surprised it in its lair. He also relates how the dragon was buried beneath Taern's feather token. (Taern smiles at this.) He omits any mention of Oden Homm.\n\n\nElthan's eyes narrow suddenly as he looks over Graevic's shoulder.\n\n\"I see, however, that you are not travelling alone...\"\n\nFollowing his gaze, you see two reptilian humanoids standing at the edge of a copse just outside the field of barrows. They are several hundred yards away and appear to be watching you with interest." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n Pleased to meet you all. My name is Graevic, and this pointing to the badger is Aholoh. I am pleased to know that the dragon is no longer a danger to the surrounding lands. It is good that you have removed it's taint from the area so that the healing might begin. At Elthan's comment, Graevic turns, instantly on guard, though, making no outward sign of attacking. Seeing the reptilian humanoids, he loudly whispers, They are not my travelling companions. \n * Graevic takes several slow, cautious steps towards the reptilian men and begins speaking in a smooth, flowing language * \n\n[OOC: Graevic speaks in Slyvan: \"Greetings to you, strangers.\"]" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"If they are not your companions, then we should be wary of them.\"\n\nSpeaks in draconic:\n\n\"Hello there!\"\n\nWaits for a response.\n\nOCC: If they do not respond before they get closer, I will speak to them again, so don't make them suddenly two feet from us ;)." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two reptilians don't seem to respond to Graevic's sylvan, but when Elthan calls out in draconic, they look at each other, then turn and vanish into the brush. You catch a glimpse of their tails as they disappear.\n\nThe two creatures were so far away that there is really no chance for any pursuit. It seems unlikely that the two of them could pose much of a threat, but it makes you uneasy to know that you might be being watched..." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \nGraevic eyes Elthan, then looks off in the direction the reptilian men ran, Whatever you said seemed to scare them off. Should we attempt to follow their trail? " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern unslings her axe from her back, hefting it's great weight easily, keeping a somewhat cheery demeanor while scanning the brush for signs of danger. She takes a few soft steps forward. Oblivious to the intimidating picture she paints, she calls out\n\nLittle lizards! We won't hurt you, unless you hurt us. How about we just talk about what's in these here mound-things?\n\nTaern watches the spot where they dissappeared sharply, stepping back and adressing her companions\n\nWhat do we do if they're planning an ambush? One or two might not be a problem, but a tribe or clan of those lizard-things could be deadly. Do we charge?\n\n May the trees grant me strength in the battle, if there is one. But if I know things that live in swamps, there probably will be one. \n\nTaern gives Graevic another look and a wink, as if to say simple, nothing to worry about . Keeping her voice low, she mutters to him\n\nI dont know if you're much good at battle, but I could sure use another companion at my back while in the heat of things. Those spellcasters are awfully weak, and it gets lonely battling things with a dwarf, despite his strength.\n\nTaern stands poised, waiting for a command, scanning the area for any sign of an ambush" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \nSmiles gently at Taern, I was taught the ways of battle by a dwarf, I did not disappoint him and I hope I won't disappoint you. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You peer intently at the edge of the field, where the \"little\" (7 ft tall) lizards disappeared.\n\nAfter about 5 or 10 tense minutes, it seems that no ambush or attack is going to materialize. Gradually, you relax and turn your attention back to the barrow mounds..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern is going to scrounge around the bog for the biggest branch or stick she can handle and thwack one of the mounds a couple of times. She will listen carefully for any sound of hollowness" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Lad, which clan taught you, and when? Not many clans have been in contact with the upper races recently.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Graevic tells Thokk about Durahk, the last of the Ebonhammer dwarves, Taern beats on several mounds with a large stick, trying to tell which, if any, are hollow.\n\nWhen this doesn't work, she climbs up to the top of a mound and starts jumping up and down.\n\n\"Hey everyone, I think this one...\" &lt;jump&>\n\"might...\" &lt;jump&>\n\"be...\" &lt;jump&>\n\"HOLLO... wwwwwwww?\"\n\nThe ground collapses beneath her feet and she disappears.\n\n\n\nOOC: [Reflex save forfeit. Fort save (DC 18): 24 (17 + 7)] Taern shakes off the fall." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n * Carefully, yet quickly, climbs the top of the mound and peers into the hole * \n Are you ok? " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Eh, the elf will be fine. Back to your trainer, was he part of the Ebonhammers of the Drake Mountains? Or of the Grendel Hills? I heard that both were lost a century ago due to the large goblin invasion by Graz'Sle.\"\n\nCalls down to Taern\n\n\"Whats Down There, lassie?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda was meditating all the time the others were meeting with the stranger. Though not oblivious to his appearance she did not wish to speak for the time being. When she ends her meditation she moves towards the stranger and the rest of the party and speaks to him in common:\n\"My name is Linda. I am a witch that was the last addition to the party just before we went against the dragon. I am pleased to meet you sir.\"\nShe offers her hand for a handshake then realises Taern has just fallen into the mound. She scrambles to the hole, picks up a stone and speaks a few words in draconic. The stone shines in a bright white light. Linda throws the stone into the hole allowing Taern to see down there.\n\"I think this will help you see better in the dark\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nGrunting, Taern hoists herself up, and glances around. She calls up to the others\n\nHey, there's four doors down here! Maybe this is the dragon's secret treasure room!\n\nTaern starts eagerly forward, then stops\n\nOh... uhh... I suppose you guys need a way down too.\n\nTaern spends a moment in intense thought, before digging around in her mostly unharmed (?) pack. Grinning at her ingenious plan, she pulls forth a grappling hook and rope\n\nHey, so..uhh... someone should catch this or find something to hook it onto.\n\nNot realizing how much easier it would be to simply drop a rope from the top, she hurls the grappling hook high into the air with a grunt. After the rope is fastned, she looks with interest at the rock that Linda threw down, pocketing it with a cheery 'Thanks'\n\n I bet there are piles of gold and jewels beyond those doors! The others need to hurry up and get down here so we can take our reward! " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan goes to his horse to get geared up: short spear, crossbow with 10 bolts, rope, waterskin, scrolls and potions. He then heads to the hole.\n\n\"Alright then, these caves won't explore themselves!\"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic, Human \n\n* Smiles at Thokk \n\n\"Durahk hailed from The Stormhorns, near the edge of the marsh of Tun. I believe the others were his cousins.\" smiling even broader, \"He wasn't one to speak of the past\". His smile fades to sadness, \"He lost his life in the High Forest, where he had gone to retire. He was...a good father, adopted or not.\"\n\nLooks relieved that Taern is ok, and perhaps content to change the subject. He snatches up Taern's grapling hook and secures it to a nearby tree.\n\n\"Shall we take a look?\"\n\nGraevic whisper's something to his horse, which seems content to relax in the area, then grabs Aholoh with one hand, the rope with the other, and rappels down the rope to the bottom of the mound." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Each member of the party climbs down the rope (20 ft) into the old crypt.\n\nThis central room is round, 30 ft in diameter, with a domed ceiling (now broken obviously). The mortared stone floor is bare, except for the debris (stones, grass and dirt) from Taern's unorthodox entrance. Light filters in from above (perhaps for the first time in many centuries).\n\nThere are four 5 ft x 5 ft doorways, one at each cardinal point. Two are sealed with square stone blocks with a single iron ring set in the center. Two openings (the one facing east and the one facing north) are empty.\n\nNext to the east opening is a 5 ft x 5 ft x 5 ft stone cube. On one side of the cube is a single iron ring.\n\nThe stone frames of three of the openings (north, south, and west) are inscribed with the same kind of alien script the party encountered on the iron plaque in the barrow to the north. The text is much shorter, however, likely names or simple epitaphs. The fourth frame (east) is unadorned.\n\nThe air is damp and musty. There are no signs that this crypt has been disturbed any time recently." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\nLooks around, and gives a big sign of relief\n\n\"Ah, back underground, where i belong\"\n\nPushes Taern Out of the way\n\n\"Ill go ahead. I can see better in this glorious Darkness then all of you lads combined\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Peeking into each of the two open doorways, you can see that both lead to bare 5 ft x 5 ft passages extending 10 ft before opening into dark rooms.\n\nIn the case of the north passage, you can see that at the end of it is a stone block with an iron ring in it that has been pushed into the next chamber." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ach, Im heading into there\"\n\nGoes into room where the iron block with ring has been moved" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The low 10 ft passage opens into another round chamber. The stone block \"door\" had been pushed into the room to allow passage, and sits just 5 feet from the opening. This room is slightly smaller (25 ft in diameter) than the main chamber, but it also has a domed ceiling.\n\nThere is a small ledge (6 inches wide) about 15 ft above the ground. Eight small stone statues (each perhaps 12 inches high) sit on the ledge, equally spaced along the circular ledge. The statues look like tiny imps or miniature gargoyles. They have been carved to look like they are laughing.\n\nIn the center of the room is a stone sarcophagus, unadorned by any carvings. There are 4 skeletons lying on the floor around the sarcophagus. Their rotted leather armor and corroded weapons suggest that they have lain here undisturbed for a very, very long time." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nLinda climbs down the rope with some dificulty-she is not much used in such physical tasks. At Taern's remark and Thokk's moving into the room she says\n\"Hold on everyone. This is no treasure chamber-the dragon's at least. It is a burial chamber-most probably unopened for centuries. You see the script here? It is almost the same as the one we saw beneath that iron seal. Three adventurers ventured in the old catacobs and have not been heard from since-remember? I'd bet everything this is their final resting place. However, something troubles me. There are four passages here-three of them marked and one unmarked. The adventurers were only 3. Where does the fourth passage lead if this is their tomb then? And who and why buried them here? And who opened up the passages later without disturbing the barrow from outside? I suggest caution in here. We don't know what might be lurking in the dark. Taern, take out that light stone and shed its light in the dark so we can all see, will you?\"\n\nAfter these words, Linda will move cautiously along with the rest of the group." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Just to avoid too much confusion:\n\n(1) There are about 36 different barrows in this field. The \"dragon's\" barrow was to the north. This barrow (that Taern happened to fall into) is to the east.\n\n(2) There were 4 adventurers who descended into the crypt below the \"dragon's\" barrow to confront Sethra. Neither those 4 nor Sethra were ever heard from or seen again. On the other hand, adventuring parties commonly have 4 members, so don't read too much into finding 4 skeletons here.\n\n(3) It would seem unlikely that this barrow would have anything to do with the other. This field is basically an ancient graveyard from centuries ago that was forgotten about after a terrible plague devastated the Vilhon Reach in 75 DR (halving the population). There are many different stories in the various barrows.\n\nOK? ;)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nA little dissapointed, Taern looks around for treasure, then sighs\n\nNothing much here. Just a bunch of dead guys. It wouldnt do to disturb their remains. Their spirits could come back to haunt us.\n\nI am going to test myself against that stone block to the south.\n\nShouldering her gear and whistling as the sunlight dapples the floor, Taern sets herself up and heaves against the stone block, tugging with all of her might\n\nOOC: I know there is no connection, but Taern isnt too bright, and the tales of dragon treasure got to her head." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"TAERN! You can't just go pulling random stones out of your way! Dragons are crafty creatures, if this is really the dragon's treasure hoard, it's probably guarded by something or a trap! Even if it's just a burial mound, there are probably guardians or traps so that the dead remain undisturbed! I have more experience with these things than you, at least let me make sure it's safe to go through!\" \n\nIf Taern hasn't triggered any traps or knocked the stone too askew, Fizahn goes up and carefully examines the stone.\n\nOOC: Search check to look for traps, if you didn't guess." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern, muscles straining, pulls at the iron ring on the southern \"door\" without success for nearly a minute.\n\nWhen Fizahn rushes over, she steps aside to let Fizahn examine the stone. After a brief inspection, he concludes that the stone needs to be pushed, not pulled. :P\n\nThe doorway does not appear to be trapped.\n\n\n\nOOC: [Fizahn's Search check: 12 (5 + 7)]. Graevic and Linda remain in the central chamber, which is illuminated from the hole in the ceiling. Taern and Fizahn are also there, standing next to the doorway to the south. Thokk and Elthan explore the dark chamber to the north." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nChuckling good naturedly, Taern sets her shoulder against the block and shoves with all her might\n\nHeh, I shoulda known. People who build these places are always doing things like that. Putting a large iron ring on a block which is supposed to be pushed. Sneaky fellows.\n\nshaking her head and grinning, she continues to push" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Taern pushes on the block, it seems to give slightly and there is an audible click .\n\nThe floor beneath Taern drops away and she falls into a dark pit. There is a loud splash , then the trapdoor swings back up and locks with another click .\n\nFizahn rolls off to the side when he hears the first click and narrowly escapes falling into the pit with Taern.\n\n\n\nOOC: [Taern's Reflex save (DC 20): 15 (12 + 3); Fizahn's Reflex save (DC 20): 22 (15 + 7)] Taern falls in, but Fizahn escapes. [Taern's Swim check (DC 10): 7 (7 + 0)] Taern goes under immediately (perhaps she never really learned to swim well?). " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern struggles and splashes, trying her best to keep herself above water, her weighty gear pulling her down. She tries to unstrap her weighty greataxe and backpack, beginning to panic\n\nHE... glub* HELP! HEL... glub" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic, Human \n\nGraevic has been standing back, idly watching his new companions, enjoying their eagerness to explore the barrow. He leans down and whispers to the badger, which bounds off, following Thokk and Elthan.\n\n[As Taern falls]\nGraevic's enjoyment ends as Taern slips through the trap door. He rushes up next to Fizahn, concern evident on his face\n\n\"Can you open it?\"\n\n[If Fizahn can't open the trap door and he can get close to the block without standing on the trap door]\nNodding to Fizahn, Graevic side-steps the trap door and prepares to push the block\n\n\"Get ready to block it from closing!\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nTakes the rope off of his backpack and runs to the closed trap doors." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn tries in vain to trigger the trapdoor using his fingers. Desperate, he even tries to wedge the tip of his rapier into the cracks between the stones, but the trap does not reset.\n\nGraevic crouches to the side of the doorway. Taern had just moved the stone block about half an inch. From the side, however, Graevic is not able to push the stone any farther.\n\nElthan rushes to the trap, holding some rope.\n\nTaern's cries for help are muffled, but still strong.\n\n\n\nOOC: Two rounds have elapsed. [Fizahn's Disable Device check (DC 20): 19 (12 + 7).]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\nthokk rushes over, shedding shield, backpack, sword, and as much armor as possible in process.\n\n\"Im going to open that door again, get ready to stop it from closing again.\"\n\ntakes rope out of pack, and ties it around waist, a bowline\n\n\"One of you guys take this and hold on, im going down\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nTakes the rope.\n\n\"I don't think Thokk is safe with only me holding the rope!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Thokk and Elthan's actions take up 4 rounds. Total elapsed time: 6 rounds. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Someone else grap on quick, the lassie is in the process of drowning!\"\n\nOOC: As soon as someone else graps, thokk is joing to push the stone and then jump down" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nAs Thokk and Elthan mess with the rope, Fizahn collects himself and goes back to the stone trying every possible way to open the trap at his leisure.\n\nOOC: Takes 20" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic, Human \n\nSteps up behind Elthan and grabs the rope with both hands, bracing for the weight of the dwarf." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda runs at the trap but lets those more experienced with traps handle the opening. Instead she holds on to the rope last of all in an attempt to help to the situation." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk, Dwarf \n\n\"Ok lads, here it goes\"\n\nPushes door, and waits for trap door to open, then dives into the water\n\nOOC: Pushes door open and then jumps down, also taking a deep breath before jumping down, so he can hold his breath for 32 turns before starting the drowning checks" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn continues to examine the trapdoor, intently trying to figure out a way to reset the trap. Meanwhile the rest of the party holds on to the rope attached to Thokk.\n\nThokk pushes against the stone block with all of his might and...\n\n... nothing happens.\n\nAs mentioned before, Taern had moved the block about 1/2 an inch into the passageway. It moves no farther despite Thokk's best efforts. The trapdoor does not open.\n\n\nOOC: Two more rounds elapse. (Total elapsed time: 8 rounds.) Fizahn's attempt to \"take 20\" will take 2 minutes (20 rounds). " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nGrabs stone ring and pulls it back out half an inch." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "&lt;click!&>" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Thokk! You should stay up here and pull! You're one of our strongest! Without Taern pulling also, we'll probably never be able to pull you two up! I should go down, I weigh the least!\" \n\nPulls out his everburning torch, drops his backpack on the ground behind him, sheathes his rapier, and tries to switch with Thokk." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: 9 rounds have elapsed total. The block is back to its original location (flush with the wall). The trapdoor is still closed. Taern continues to hold her breath, struggling under the water. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Good Idea, wee laddie\"\n\nUnties rope on self, and gives it to Fizan, helping him tie it. Grabs the other side and braces self\n\n\"Yell when you are ready\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Fizahn switch places, and Fizahn pushes the block. Once again, it slides a half inch &lt;click!&>. The trapdoor drops open and Fizahn slides a foot or two downward until the rope snaps taut.\n\nHe is suspended 10 feet above a pool of water. Taern thrashes about desperately below him. Fizahn's body and the rope (being held by the rest of the party) prevents the re-closure of the trapdoor.\n\n\n\nOOC: Total elapsed rounds: 12 and counting. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern lashes and struggles, trying to keep her head above the water, barely noticing the rescue rope" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Someone, QUICK! Jam something into the crack so it wont close at all. One the count of 3, let about 7 feet of slack go, and brace yourself for a pull when Taern graps Fizan\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan jams two daggers into the crack, preventing the trapdoor from closing, then Fizahn is lowered down until he is just above the surface of the water. He reaches for her, but Taern continued to thrash around, panicked, and unwittingly threatens to pull Fizahn down into the water with her...\n\n\nOOC: 15 rounds have elapsed. In order to successfully grab Taern (because she is panicking), Fizahn will have to grapple her. I'll need two d20 rolls from both Taern and Fizahn. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Go Quickly Laddie, GRAB HER\"\n\ncalls down to Taern\n\n\"Lass, if you can hear me, CALM DOWN AND GET AHOLD OF FIZAN\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern is simply too strong for Fizahn. Instead of the gnome getting a hold of the wild elf, Taern grabs Fizahn and pulls him under the surface of the water, her strong arms wrapped around him in a crushing embrace...\n\n\n\nOOC: Opposed grapple checks [Fizahn's grapple: 0 (4 - 4); Taern's grapple: 16 (14 + 2)]. Total elapsed time: 16 rounds. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nYells in elvish.\n\n\"Taern! Hold on to Fizahn! We are going to pull you out!\"\n\nAfter waiting a couple of seconds, he says to the rest of the group:\n\n\"Pull everyone!\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nEyes wild and gasping, Taern holds on to Fizhan with all of her considerable might" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Waterlogged and wriggling, Taern and Fizahn are harder to pull up than one might expect at first, but thanks to the combined strength of Thokk, Elthan, Graevic, and Linda, the two are soon pulled out of the pit and are lying on the floor, coughing and sputtering.\n\nThe pit, spiked by Elthan, remains open." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"lassie, never, EVER DO THAT AGAIN\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Yeah! I don't take too kindly to being drowned!\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Taern, you should let Fizahn touch things around here, he's expendable... I mean clever! And quick too.\"\n\nGrins and taps Fizahn on the back.\n\n\"Ok now, let's get looting!\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nStands at his towering height of 3' 3\"; and glares at Elthan\n\n \"Who're you calling expendable, half-elf?\" \n\nHe says in a deep, threatening voice." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taking his time, Fizahn explores the doorway carefully and finds a small latch. Elthan retrieves his daggers, the trap door closes, and Thokk pulls the block back again, resetting the trap for a second time.\n\nFizahn engages the latch, and this time when Thokk pushes the stone, there is no click and the stone slides slowly but smoothly down the south passage.\n\n\n\nOOC: This leaves only the west doorway sealed. The north passage opens into the tomb with the plain sarcophagus, 4 bodies, and the small stone statues. The east passage is open, though the block next to the opening suggests that it was opened from the other side." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"First, i think we should mark off this trap. Another daft elf might want to push things for the sake of pushing them\"\n\nShakes Head\n\n\"Before going down, i think we should go back to the room with the laughing statues and coffin. Fizan, if you would, can you check to see if there are any unexpected surprises for us? I think we have time, laddie, so make sure you do well\"\n\nOOC: Take a 20" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Is there any particular area in that room which you would like me to check?\" " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nWaterlogged and frightened, Taern's voice trembles\n\nI... ahh... dont think I should be going anywhere for a little while. I have to dry out. I cant walk around a cold dungeon soaking wet.\n\nLooks repentive and ashamed\n\nIf you guys... don't want me.. I mean, if I'm too big of a nuicance...\n\nTrails off" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass, when we need something bashed open, or someone to act as bait, we will let you know, thats the perfect job for you.\"\n\nTurns to Fizan\n\n\"if you can, can you check those statues and the coffin? They are laughign, and i think i know what they might be laughing at.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "No one is too hard on Taern. After all, Fizahn had assured her that the doorway was not trapped. Linda and Graevic stay with her as she recovers, while Thokk (after re-equiping himself), Elthan, and Fizahn (still wet, but otherwise OK) investigate the north room.\n\nThe circular ledge ringing the room is 15 feet above the floor, so Fizahn can not get a good look at the laughing statues. Stepping over the bodies, he is able to examine the sarcophagus closely however. It is an unadorned stone box, with an equally plain lid. Fizahn finds no evidence of any traps.\n\n\n\nOOC: Fizahn takes 20 but finds no traps. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda stays near Taern and sees to her recovery in any way she can\n\" I have warned of danger in such places but you shouldn't take it as your mistake. You were told that the stone was not trapped so it wasn't your fault. Don't worry, such things happen all the time. It is up to us to learn from our mistakes and avoid such danger the next time though. Rest here-I'll go see if I can find anything that the others cannot\"\n\nLinda walks over to the room with the sarcophagus and uses her link with magic to see if it is magical.\n\nOOC: detect magic" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Now wait just one minute! I never said that the stone wasn't trapped, I said that it needed to be pulled instead of pushed! I don't think I should be penalized for telling Taern how to use the stone!\" \n\nFizahn pats the sarcophagus.\n\n \"This on the other hand, isn't trapped, and you open it by taking the top off.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Taern \n\n\"Taern, will you please lift open this great, big, heavy lid?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Linda concentrates, she does detect a magical aura surrounding the sarcophagus." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Be ready for anything when Taern opens the sarcophagus!\"\n\nTakes out his crossbow and loads it." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern shakes her head\n\nNot after what happened to me when I moved the last heavy object. Cant you magic people use a spell or something to lift the lid? I bet if I touched that thing, it would come alive, start spewing skeletons, or explode. Or something equally horrible. No sir, I am not touching that coffin." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\"She is right. This sarcophagus could be magically trapped. In fact, I sense an aura of magic in it-I will concentrate to try to discern its nature and specific point of origin. That way, we could avoid some misshaps\"\n\nOOC: concentrate 3 rounds to know nature of the aura (school) and if point of origin is the sarcophagus or something within the sarcophagus." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, you pansies. If Fizan says its safe, ill open it myself.\"\n\nopens Lids, but gets ready to jump back if anythign nasty pops out" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk begins to wrestle with the stone lid.\n\nAs Linda continues to concentrate, the aura comes into clearer focus. She senses strong evocation magic. Images of fire and laughter enter her mind. Too late she realizes her mistake. She turns to the rest of you, eyes wide. She just manages to get out two words - \" Flame strike ...\"\n\nBright blue jets pour from the mouths of the statues up above, forming a spiraling column of magic flame that cascades down upon you like a river of fire.\n\n\n\nOOC: I need everyone in the room to submit a Reflex save and a Fort save." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic, Human \n\n[ Reflex: [Roll : 12] + [ Mod : 3 ] = 15 ]\n[ Fortitude: [Roll : 9 ] + [ Mod : 3 ] = 12 ]\n[ OOC: Sorry about the lack of posts, got called into work both days this weekend ]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Oh Balls...\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As quickly as it appeared, the column of blue fire vanishes.\n\nGraevic, Fizahn, and Linda are down. All three of them are alive but badly injured.\n\nTaern, who had been hanging back, is spared the brunt of the flame strike , and Thokk manages to shield himself somewhat next to the sarcophagus. Both have been burned but seem otherwise OK.\n\nElthan is actually blasted backward into the passageway but miraculously escapes injury. Graevic's badger is nowhere to be found.\n\n\n\nOOC: Reflex save DC 17 half; damage (9d6): 36 = Fort save DC: 23 (or 19 with successful Reflex save) \n\nGraevic [Reflex save: 15 (12+3); Fort save: 12 (9+3)] DISABLED\nTaern [Reflex save: 18 (15+3); Fort save: 11 (7+4)] takes a hit\nFizahn [Reflex save: 9 (2+7); Fort save: 12 (3+9)] DISABLED\nThokk [Reflex save: 12 (10+2); Fort save: 16 (10+6)] takes a hit\nElthan [Reflex save: 14 (11+3); Fort save: 26 (20+6)] escapes damage\nLinda [Reflex save: 3 (2+1); Fort save: 7 (4+3)] DISABLED" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "With her robes badly damaged where the wave of the flame stroke and her hands, legs and body burned in several places Linda lies down in pain for awhile. Her features are strained with pain and her face is red. She lies until the great pain subsides and is able to concentrate then slowly and carefully gets up and uses her magic to heal herself and those affected by the blast.\n\nOOC: 5 cure light wounds. One at herself and one on each PC affected by the blast. Why it was my mistake though?" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nShakes the smoke of his cloak.\n\n\"That was a close one!\"\n\nOOC: HAHAHA!!!" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: remind me not to heal you when you're injured ;D [joke]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It takes Linda more effort than she expected to heal herself to the point that she can safely stand and tend to her friends.\n\nAs she moves from person to person, she realizes that she shouldn't blame herself. There was no way for her to have known ahead of time that the magical trap would be triggered by her \"examination.\"\n\nShe heals Graevic and Fizahn first, since they are the most gravely injured. The last of her healing energies goes towards helping Taern (shellshocked, but on the plus side, now dry), but Linda has not quite enough power to completely heal Taern's burns.\n\n\nOOC: The trap was triggered by the proximity of the detect magic spell. Linda's Cure Light Wounds rolls (1d8+3): 4 (Linda), 8 (Linda), 11 (Graevic), 11 (Fizahn), 4 (Taern). Taern and Thokk each retain one hit. The rest of the party is healed." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Okay, from now on, one person opens any object in question of being trapped and everyone else stands back!\" \n\nFizahn looks at Thokk angrily, then grins.\n\n \"I nominate Elthan because he's impressed me with his amazing display of skill and luck.\" \n\nFizahn adopts a graver look.\n\n \"I swear that thing wasn't trapped, I have no idea how or why those statues spewed the flame at us, but I'm pretty sure that it was nothing I did.... One of the floor stones or something that Thokk stepped on could have been trapped, so I guess I should start inspecting those.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nBeard still smoking\n\n\"ACH, MY PRECIOUS BEARD\"\n\nSmothers remaining embers\n\n\"Well, that wasnt expected. Now that thats over, i think I will try to open this lid. You all, stand back\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone quickly exits the room as Thokk slides off the stone lid of the sarcophagus, only to return just as quickly when they hear Thokk's triumphant cry (and no explosion).\n\nGathering around the open stone box, the party sees an ancient mummified corpse, its burial finery long ago rotted away. In good shape, however, are (1) an ornate silver brooch in the shape of a shield over the mummy's chest, (2) a silver chalice held in the mummy's hands, (3) some kind of stone that seems to have been placed inside the mummy's mouth, and (4) a small lacquered chest at the mummy's feet." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\n* Still smoldering lightly from the scorching, Graevic chants quietly, then gently presses his hand on Taern's shoulder, transferring healing energies into the stout barbarian. Once the sarcophagus is opened, Graevic begins chanting again. Once completed, he closely examines the contents of the sarcophagus \n\n[OOC: Casting cure light wounds on Taern, assuming she is still somewhat injured. Then casting detect magic on the sarcophagus. If I detect anything, I'd like to concentrate to discern the types of magic]" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nAs Linda returns to see the insides of the sarcophagus she notices Graevic starting to cast his healing spell in close proximity to the sarcophagus.\n\n\"NOOO!!! Every one stand back at once!\"\nIf Graevic stops in time before casting any spells (and the trap does not trigger) she will go on:\n\n\"I was about to tell you. The sarcophagus reacts to magical energy. It reacted to my casting once so it may react again-the flamestrike was the reaction!\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"Glad you figured that out Linda, because I don't want to go checking every single floor tile in every single room of every single burial mound!\" " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic, Human \n\n[OOC: Assuming I can stop]\n Greavic blinks with supries at Linda's comment, quickly halting his gestures and chant. \n\n\"I....I'm sorry...I didn't know. I will be more cautious.\"\n\n[If I wasn't able to stop, I guess I'll need to do some saving throws again. :) ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic's healing spell had already taken effect before Linda's warning, but no flame strike is triggered. (Nor were there any problems with the five other cure light wounds that Linda already cast. ;))\n\nFortunately, however, Linda stops Graevic before he attempted to detect magic .\n\n\n\nOOC: Whew! I was about to ask for another round of Reflex and Fortitude saves ..." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "OOC: I thought she had done magic, which prompted me to start (since you said Taern wasn't healed all the way). Was quite funny though. ;D\n\nGraevic, after realizing that Linda had already cast her magic, resumes his gesturing and chanting, watching the sarcophagus." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Ouch!\"\n\nGraevic's spellcasting is interrupted by Aholoh, his badger, who bites his ankle - hard.\n\n\n\nOOC: Graevic loses that spell slot, but the attempt to detect magic fails ." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lets just move these things out of the room, then check them. Fizan, if you woudl be so kind to remove them and move them into the hallway? Also, any of you lads feel like taking out these laughing statues?\"\n\nHefts Sword" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nlooks to Graevic with a thankful smile\n\nThat stung. Thanks for the magics.\n\ngrins, then turns back to the others, grin fading\n\nFriends, I am afraid I will not have anything to do with desecrating the tomb of one of the honored fallen. They were buried here in honor, and deserve to rest with honor. Not only might their spirits haunt us, or worse, their bodies, but surely we will anger the gods with our acts. There is no honor to be gained from stealing the possessions of one of the honored fallen, especially when they are worn to the grave as such. If there was no body, or if the valuables were heaped around the room like so much rubbish, then I might be alright with it, but when they are buried in clear possession, as such...\n\ntrails off, shaking her head\n\nI know better than to try and dissuade you, but know that I will have no part in the act.\n\nStands back from the coffin" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Personally, I agree with Taern on this one. That was some powerful magic that the sarcophagus was trapped with, and I think that there will only be more powerful consequences if we mess with either the statues or the body.\" \n\nFizahn stands back with Taern." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Either way, lets just get these goods out, and if none of you will, i shall\"\n\nGathers up all the goods and carres them out of the room" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I to agree with taern.\"\n\nWaits until Thokk is done looting.\n\n\"Let us continue now.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk piles up the items off to the side in the central chamber.\n\nLooking around, you can see:\n\n(1) an opening to the east, apparently opened from the other side\n\n(2) an opening to the south with the block already pushed halfway down the passageway (the trapdoor having been deactivated)\n\n(3) a still sealed doorway to the west." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I think we should explore beyond the paths that seem to have already been disturbed. Some traps will have already been activated and we can use the knowledge we gain from them to prevent other traps from being triggered by us.\"\n\nWaits to here the rest of the group's opinion." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Before we go, i suggest you magic folk check if there is anything special on these items\"\n\nlooks at the coffin\n\n\"Also, if any of you can spare it, can someone use a Detect Magic on the lid? Might be usefull to know if thats what set it off in the first place, and if we need to set up a trap\"\n\nOOC: Cough* Lizardmen Cough Cough\nMight also be an easy way to cook dinner" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Alright Thokk.\"\n\nCasts detect magic on all the items (waits the 3 rounds to get all the info.\n\nOOC: I want to keep using it after that, using the my standard action to concentrate, so I can detect magic 60 ft in front of me." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nNods at Elthan's words\n\nYou're right. I think we should follow the already opened passage. There must be some way out that way, and then we can focus on the blocked ones." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"Yeah, i think that that's a good idea.\" \n\nFizahn skirts around the sarcophagus to the open door before Elthan begins his experiment." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan realizes that casting detect magic in the room with the laughing statues might set off the flame strike again, so he studies the items in the safety of the central chamber. Three of the objects (the lacquered chest, the chalice, and what turned out to be a black pearl) have no magic aura. The brooch faintly radiates abjuration magic.\n\nThokk exits the north room reluctantly, his eyes on the laughing statues that taunt him from above.\n\n\nOOC: Who enters the east passage?" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"The brooch seems to be imbued with abjuration magic. Its some kind of protective item.\"\n\nOOC: I'll go first" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, still a gnome, but who really should have been a halfling: \n \"Great, protection's always good, but I think we should wait until we know what it does before anyone puts it on.\" \n\nFizahn follows Elthan into the passageway." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nPicks up all the gear and puts into his backpack\n\n\"Ill hold onto this stuff for now, we will see what it is after we explore the rest\"\n\nFollows Fizan\n\n\"Leads head out, laddie. Should I go first?\"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n* Graevic reaches down to pat Aholoh on the head, then follows Thokk down the passage, scimitar and shield at the ready. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The east room is a low-ceilinged square chamber 25 ft x 25 ft. You have just entered from the west into what appears to be an antechamber or vestibule.\n\nDirectly across from you is what appears to have been the original entrance to this crypt. That opening appears to have caved in long ago. Whether it was a trap that was set off by previous \"explorers\" or just the effects of seven centuries is hard to say.\n\nElthan, Fizahn, and of course Thokk have no problem seeing by the dim light filtering in from the west passage, though Graevic finds the room uncomfortably dark.\n\nAlong the north and south walls are two stone benches (or perhaps low tables), where it would appear people once placed mementos or perhaps flowers and other offerings. Only some scattered debris lies there now." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"Well I'll be! Normal height tables, never thought I'd see those around here!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After poking around for a few minutes, you find nothing of interest in this room.\n\nElthan continues to concentrate on trying to detect magic but senses no unusual auras (other than those emanating from Fizahn's cloak and other magic items carried by other party members).\n\nEventually, everyone reconvenes in the central chamber to consider what to do next." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I think that we should head down the passage that we have partially disabled.\" " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n Nods to Fizahn \n\n\"I agree. At least we know a little about that passage.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern stands at the ready\n\nI'll follow the rest of you guys, when you make up your mind." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk shrugs and begins to push the stone block farther down the south passage. Stone grinds on stone until the block has almost been pushed into the next room.\n\nSuddenly, Elthan places his hand on Thokk's shoulder. \"Shhhhh!\"\n\nElthan whispers, \"I thought I heard something...\"\n\nAs everyone listens carefully, a faint skittering can be heard coming from the next room." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, it be time to take out some beasties!\"\n\nHefts sword\n\nOOC: Readies action to meet whatever is comming" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\"I am sorry I'll have to back out but I've depleted my magics in healing you and I will be more of a hindrance than help in the oncoming battle. I will have to stay behind. Again, I am sorry.\"\nLinda seems quite frustrated that her energies are depleted and can't join this battle." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nTakes out his shortspear and casts mage armor. He then says not too loudly:\n\n\"Alright, let's be quiet about this...\"\n\nHe then puts his hands on the stone block and signals Thokk to push with him." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern laughs in anticipation as she unslings her greataxe, standing square in the middle of the corridor, ready to slip around the stone block and charge whatever is making the odd noises" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n Graevic listens quietly for a moment, looks slightly confused, then gently shakes his head. \n\nHe whispers, \"I do not recognize the sounds.\"\n\n As everyone prepares, Graevic slips his shield off his arm and attaches it to his pack, freeing his left arm for easier movement. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan and Thokk push the block all the way into the chamber.\n\nThe room is similar in appearance to the north room, except there are no laughing statues. There are a few small holes between the stones that make up the ceiling dome. Thin shafts of daylight pierce the darkness straight downward, dimly illuminating the chamber.\n\nThe \"chittering\" is louder now. You see small dark creatures flitting about. Bats?\n\nElthan recognizes them first, \"Stirges!\" he exclaims.\n\n\nOOC: Please submit initiative rolls and actions. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"By Moradins Beard, Giant Bats?\"\n\nlooks at everyone else\n\n\"Lets squish them all\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk wades into the middle of the room swinging his sword in great arcs. He catches one of the stirges in mid air, and the small creature explodes into a bloody spray.\n\nElthan thrusts at the flying beasts as they flit past, but they nimbly avoid the point of his spear.\n\nTaern and Graevic stand to either side of the door; Taern in amazement, Graevic because he is having trouble making out the small flying beasts in the gloom. Fizahns edges along the curved wall, rapier at the ready, but the stirges seems to be primarily focused on Thokk in the center of the room.\n\nEven with one stirge eliminated, there are still at least six more in the air. Two latch on to Thokk. Ignoring his armor, they plunge their probosces repeatedly between his armor plates seeking flesh. He feels each sting as both find small openings and start sucking greedily..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ha Ha HA, help me get these little things off.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk spins around, trying to get at the stirges on his back. He swats his back with his sword, hitting one, but not dislodging it. He manages to intercept another stirge as it dives in to the attack, cutting it in half.\n\nFizahn darts in and cleanly thrusts straight through the second stirge attached to Thokk. Its legs release, leaving the stirge neatly spitted on Fizahn's rapier.\n\nElthan and Taern move into the center of the room, but the 5 or 6 remaining stirges circle above them, just out of reach of their weapons.\n\nGraevic pulls out a sunrod and, striking it against the wall, he lights it, flooding the chamber with intense bright light.\n\nThe stirge attached to Thokk drinks greedily, and Thokk feels his vitality begin to be sapped.\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk hits one stirge attached to him and kills a second on an AOO. Fizahn criticals the other stirge attached to Thokk. Graevic uses a sunrod so that he can see what is happening. The attached stirge causes 3 points of CON damage to Thokk. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk beats again at the stirge clinging to his back, but due to the awkward angle, his blow glances off harmlessly.\n\nElthan waits until Thokk's back is to him, then he blasts the stirge with a magic missile . It detaches and falls to the ground, twitching.\n\nGraevic swings his shield around to his back and holds his sunrod aloft with his left hand, at the same time, he mutters some words, and a ball of flame appears in his open right palm.\n\nYou all peer upward, along with Fizahn and Taern. You count 6 stirges flitting about the ceiling dome (about 15 or 20 feet high) trying to stay out of reach. They seem to pose no immediate danger; in fact, they seem quite afraid of your large group, chittering and squeaking concernedly.\n\nYour gaze returns to the floor of the chamber, which is coated with several inches of stirge guano, likely the product of many generations of these magical beasts.\n\nRising up in the center of the room is another sarcophagus, not unlike the one in the north chamber. If this one was adorned with any carvings or inscriptions, you'd never know it thanks to the stirge droppings.\n\n\n\nOOC: Please check the OOC thread when you get a chance. " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n Graevic watches the striges closely, as if waiting for their impending attack, the ball of flame crackling angrily in his right palm. He quickly glances down to the thick covering of guano over the floor and sarcophagus, his nose wrinkling slightly. \n\n\"Watch where you step.\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern unslings her longbow\n\nWhat say we try and pin a few of the beasties while they arnt trying to suck out our blood, eh?\n\nTaern knocks an arrow, takes aim, and lets fly" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Woo, I need to sit down for a minute, I am feeling a tad woozie\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"We should indeed try and shoot them out of the sky while they are far away.\"\n\nHe takes hold of his cross bow, loads it and shoots at the stirges." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, slightly dizzy from blood loss, sits down for a moment, just as Taern and Elthan let fly. Both arrow and bolt find their marks - Taern slays a stirge outright, which flutters to the ground, impaled; Elthan punches a hole through the wing of a second stirge.\n\nIn response, the flock dives to the attack. Elthan and Taern are each beset by two stirges. The wounded stirge (perhaps having trouble keeping airborne) makes the mistake of gliding a little too close to Thokk, who lashes out with his sword and (even from his seated position) neatly slices one of the stirge's wings off completely. The stirge spirals into a wall, falls to the ground and is still.\n\nTaern and Elthan drop their weapons and frantically try to beat away the stirges with their hands. Taern fends off one stirge, only to have the second one grip her right arm tightly and plunge its proboscis deep into her shoulder. Elthan likewise manages to avoid one stirge, but is \"caught\" by the second stirge suffering several deep lacerations in the process.\n\nGraevic stands close to Fizahn who is ignoring the melee and is already focusing on the guano-coated sarcophagus. The flame dances in Graevic's hand as he ponders whether to assist Elthan and Taern or whether to protect Fizahn.\n\n\nOOC: By my count, 5 stirges have been killed (including one by an AOO I owed Thokk); 4 remain (including one attached to Taern and one attached to Elthan). Elthan takes a hit. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nAugh! Get the beast off of me! Gross!\n\nshudders, and attempts to rip off the bat-sized bug and crush it into a goo\n\nDie, thing! Die!" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nSeeing the others are indecisive, Linda decides to help Taern and Elthan shrug off the bats. She doesn't use her quarterstaff out of fear of wounding Taern or Elthan and instead tries to send the bats away by casting light on a small stone and holding it as near the bats as she can get.\n\nOOC: Forgot I still had my 0 level spells when Daring Rogue said I had depleted my energies. I could have made this bat-fight much easier by blinding the bats :-[" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n Looks surprised as Elthan and Taern fire bolt and arrow into the stirge swarm. At Taern's yell, Graevic rushes to her and grabs for the stirge on her arm with the hand holding the ball of flame " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Hold still Lass, I dont want to hack off your arm!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Taern reaches for the stirge on her arm, it reacts by stabbing her in the hand with its proboscis, then it plunges right back into her shoulder.\n\nElthan draws a dagger and stabs his stirge, which reacts only by gripping more tightly.\n\nThokk smashes the stirge on Taern's arm with the flat of his sword (so as to minimize damage to Taern), then Graevic reaches over and sears the stirge with his hand. The flames char the small creature and it drops away. The second stirge meanwhile manages to latch on to the back of Taern's thigh, biting deeply.\n\nMeanwhile, Elthan begins to feel a little lightheaded as his stirge drinks greedily. Linda (who decided to enter the chamber after all) illuminates the stirge by holding her glowing rock right next to it. She can actually see Elthan's crimson blood flow into the translucent belly of the stirge. The second stirge takes the opportunity to latch on to her exposed neck, plunging its proboscis into her scalp.\n\nFizahn meanwhile continues to examine the sarcophagus closely, grateful that he is able to work without interruption.\n\n\nOOC: Taern's grapple fails when the stirge succeeds on its AOO (but her Fort save succeeds). Thokk and Graevic both hit, disabling the stirge. The second stirge attaches to Taern. Elthan scores a hit on his stirge but takes 2 CON damage. Linda fails her AOO and takes a hit as a stirge attaches to her. Six stirges down, three to go - one stirge is attached to Taern, Elthan, and Linda each. " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n Seeing that Taern is being assisted by Thokk, Graevic turns his attention to the stirge that has attached itself to Linda. Again, he reaches for the stirge with the flaming ball in his hand. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern hops on one leg desperately and grabs the stirge behind her knee with both hands and starts trying to wrestle it off of her leg. It flutters its wings and tightens its grip with its claws. Thokk waits for an opening, aims carefully, and whacks the stirge with his sword, almost knocking Taern off balance, but still the stirge simply refuses to die.\n\nElthan, for the moment on his own, meanwhile continues to thrust his stirge again and again with his dagger. Stubbornly, the beast refuses to let go and continues sucking even as Elthan's blood streams out of the punctures in the stirge's body.\n\nLinda thrashes about desperately, trying to reach the stirge stuck to her neck. Graevic reaches out and grabs the stirge with his right hand. The stirge starts to sizzle, but it does not release its grip.\n\nFizahn, oblivious to the chaotic scene around him, continues to study the sarcophagus carefully. Without looking up he calls out, \"I could use a little more light here, eh?\"\n\n\nOOC: Taern grapples the stirge and it takes a hit from Thokk. Elthan's stirge also takes a second hit. Graevic inficts a hit on Linda's stirge. CON damage from blood loss: Taern 1 point (CON 11), Elthan 2 points (CON 7), Linda 3 points (CON 11). Thokk's CON is still at 13. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern rips the stirge off of her leg and throws it to the ground, where Thokk impales it on the point of his bastard sword.\n\nElthan finally peels off his stirge with his dagger. He throws it to the ground and stamps on it in disgust.\n\nThe flame in Graevic's hand flickers out, so he reaches for his scimitar. Meanwhile Linda beats at the stirge on her neck with her glowing rock as it continues to drink, giving Graevic no opening.\n\nSated, the stirge drops away from Linda's neck, only to be cut neatly in half by Graevic's blade.\n\nWeakened and pale, Thokk, Taern, Elthan, and Linda lean against the walls or slip down to their knees, bleeding from multiple puncture wounds.\n\nNobody speaks for a few moments. Suddenly, Fizahn shouts, \"Woo hoo!\" Triumphantly he jumps up onto the lid of the sarcophagus, having discovered and disabled a mechanical trap. Finally noticing his bloody comrades he raises his eyebrows, \"What in the hells happened to you guys?\"\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern succeeds at opposed grapple check. Thokk kills the stirge. Elthan disables his stirge. Graevic's spell expires; his attack misses. Linda attacks with her rock, but does no damage. Linda loses another point of CON (down to 10). In the following round, the stirge detaches and is killed by Graevic. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Quick recap: You decided to enter the southern chamber, which turned out to be infested with stirges. Provoked by Taern and Elthan, the stirges attacked en masse, resulting in significant blood loss to Thokk, Taern, Elthan, and Linda. Meanwhile, Fizahn managed to disable a trap on the sarcophagus in the center of the room. \n\n\nFizahn has Thokk help him remove the lid off of the sarcophagus. Fizahn points to several fragile, opaque glass cylinders at the corners of the coffin. If the sarcophagus had been opened the wrong way, the cylinders likely would have shattered releasing some no doubt noxious compound.\n\nThere is something different about the skeleton in this coffin. The skull and upper body look humanoid, but there is no pelvis and no legs. Instead, the vertebrae continue down, creating a long tail, with thin vestigial ribs forming a snake like lower body.\n\nThe skeleton shows no signs of having been dressed when buried. There is an amulet that still lies on the corpse's sternum. It appears to have been made out of some shiny reptilian scales. A glittering blue-green gem appears to have been placed in the skeleton's mouth. Otherwise, the coffin is bare." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nUgh! What in Tymora's good name is -that- abomination? Some poor soul twisted by foul magics! shudders* Please, put the lid back on. It's not... natural.\n\nTakes a step back, then leans on the wall" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"My Moradin's Beard\"\n\nMakes sign of the hammer\n\n\"Looks like some hideous snake person. Well, looks like he isnt going to be needing this amulet any more, and that gem....\"\n\nStares into the gem for a minute before rousing himself and putting both item in his pack along with the other items found earlier" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda sits back while the others explore-obviously exhausted by both the blood loss and her magical energies being depleted. She takes some deep breaths to recover slightly then speaks out to the others. Her voice is not as loud as usual-it is obvious that her recent misfortune at the trap and the battle have taken their toll:\n\n\"I think that before advancing we need to rest for awhile. I am quite tired and I won't be able to help us with my magic if we get hurt in yet another combat or trap. I suggest we finish exploring this chamber then close the entrance again and sleep until we recover. Would that be OK with the rest of you? \"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\n\"I agree with Linda, a rest would be most welcome right now\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Normally I would never agree to stop, but I be feeling quite woozie...\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There seems to be general consensus that it's time to call it a day. The western doorway will have to wait for another time.\n\nWith some effort, everyone is able to climb back out of the barrow. Once back on the surface, you scan your surroundings carefully, but there are no more signs of the \"lizard people\".\n\nBefore Graevic leaves the stirge chamber, he casts a lingering look back at the skeleton in the coffin. It certainly was no natural creature, but he seems to remember hearing something about half-human, half snake creatures that used to be quite numerous in the Vilhon Reach. What were they called again? Yuan ti ?\n\nEveryone mounts up and Graevic is invited to return with the party to Oden Homm's estate.\n\nThe journey back is uneventful, and you arrive before sunset. After cleaning up, dressing your wounds, and having a light supper, you gather in the large study/dining room to look over your spoils:\n\nA small, black lacquered chest (coins jingle inside)\nA black pearl\nA silver chalice\nA metal brooch\nAn amulet made of some kind of animal scales\nA blue-green gem (the colors seem everchanging)\n\n\n\nOOC: Check the OOC thread for experience awards. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nOOC: Assuming The old one is with us. (Knowlege checks or identify spells)\n\n\"Master Oden, do you know what any of these could be? In particular, I wish to know more about this amulet and gem" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern watches the ill-gotten loot warily. She often makes the sign of Tymora, praying for the group to be lucky and not draw unwelcome spirits from the looting of the bodies. She refuses to touch any of it, falling sound asleep, trying to recover from the battle." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Oden stay up late looking over the items, while Taern heads off to bed.\n\nOden offers to identify the items, but 100 gp pearls would have to be consumed in order to complete the spell properly, one for each item to be identified.\n\nOden does scan the items with detect magic , pointing out the metal brooch, the scaly amulet, and the blue-green gem as magical.\n\nThe brooch detects as faint abjuration magic, the amulet radiates faint transmutation magic, and the gem has a moderate conjuration aura." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"I would be willing to use up part of my share of the treasure to identify the brooch and gem. Espicially the gem.....\"\n\nStares into the multi-colored gem" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The blue and green colors swirl gently. As Thokk holds the gem up to a candle, it seems to glisten wetly and its facets catch the light.\n\nOden Homm goes to bed, leaving Thokk alone with the treasures on the table." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, what a beautiful piece of work. Fine craftmaship, and the colors are wonderful...\"\n\nPuts gem up to his eye and looks around the room though the multi-colored gem" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Thokk's stares through the gem, the room takes on a blue-green tint, rippling almost as though he is under water." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\n* Graevic smiles at Thokk has he gazes at the gem \n\n \" My new friends, I do not feel as if I've earned a share of these prizes, coming so late to your group. So, please do not include me in your decisions. Perhaps in our next adventure I might prove my worthiness and earn a share.\" \n\n Graevic tends to Aholoh and Arahnix, then relaxes as he uses a whetstone and oil to maintain his scimitar " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Huh! It's not much share anyways, you're not missing much Graevic! I say we should have gone and explored more! What's wrong with all of you? Everyone 1 was fine! And it was really rude to keep making noise while I disarmed that trap! If this continues, I might miss a trap and doom us all 2 !\" \n 1 : For Fizahn's purposes, \"everyone\" means himself.\n 2 : For Fizahn's purposes, \"us all\" means the entire party except him." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I too am not that interested in the treasure. I would prefer a wand or a scroll over jewels.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, but these items are special! I really be wanting this amulet and gem, the better to slay demons 1 with!\n\n 1 : And by Demons, I mean Fizan if he contiunes to use superscript" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It takes several days of rest before the blood lost to the stirges is replenished and everyone feels back to themselves again. Approximately a tenday has passed since your initial encounter with the dragon.\n\nThokk lays claim to the lizard hide amulet and the blue-green gem. He spends many hours examining and admiring the polished stone.\n\nAlthough there are no obvious clues as to the nature of the metal brooch other than its shape (a simple shield), Linda suggests that it might be a protective item of some kind. Elthan tests the brooch with a few magic missiles, and it indeed seems to dissipate their effect. This sort of brooch of shielding typically is valued at about 1500 gp.\n\nIn addition, you estimate the value of the black pearl to be 500 gp and the chalice is likely worth 100 gp.\n\nThe plain, black lacquered chest remains unopened, though shaking it does reveal the jingle of coins.\n\nOden Homm for the most part leaves you undisturbed. He travels into town most days to conduct mundane business with the villagers of Mimleth." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": "OOC: I'm assuming here we can still pitch in on the actions from the tenday of rest.\n\nElthan spent alot of time in the library searching about the necromancer. He was mostly searching in the local history and stoped at anything interesting(even if it was not about the necromancer). He's also curious about why Thokk is so interested in the inhabitants of other planes. Thus he also searched for information about the planes, relaying the information to Thokk and using it as an excuse to ask him about why he is so interested in them(in the hypothetical situation he did find some information on them).\n\nOOC: I would like to know if I did find anything interesting about the planes and what it is." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern spends the days either sleeping, or swinging her axe about outdoors. If and when the party gets on the subject of what to do next, she states her opinion.\n\n\"Friends, there is no gain in honor to be found by looting the graves of the long dead. They deserve to be sealed up, not looted untill there is nothing left. For all we know, the spirits of the dead could be haunting us as we speak. Especially the spirit of that abomination. I say we put back the... treasure... we stole from the bodies of the dead, then return to explore the necromancer's crypt. We would be doing the world a good deed by putting to rest any stray undead found in the crypt, and the spoils there would be ours for the taking.\n\nBesides, what's the fun in getting blasted to death by fiery statues, and having your blood sucked out by beetle-things? I'd rather just have a straight fight, any day. How much of a challenge could skeletons be?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda spends her first day recovering, taking as few actions as possible. She does not seem very interested in gems or money though she is interested in magic items that can help combat. She spends the rest of her days practicing her magic and helping anyone searching in the library. When the others ask her opinion on what the team should do next she says:\n\n\"We'd better not return to the crypts just yet-far too many traps for my liking and we might face the necromancer's undead. Skeletons I am not afraid of but a vampire or two...\nAnyway, I suggest we try to find something useful to do on the surface, what was your group doing before you came here? I never came to know that... or you." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"I am on a bit of a personal quest myself, lassie, I am just traveling with the group for certain...purposes of my own.\"\n\nLooks Around\n\n\"We shoudl go back to that last room. If they used a trap that complicated, it must have been hiding something.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's research reveals little that he didn't know before about the planes. Thokk hints a little bit about his quest for vengeance, but Oden's library does not prove to be extremely helpful in getting Thokk any closer to that goal.\n\nMeanwhile, the party debates its next course of action. Taern seems repulsed by the idea of further grave robbing, but isn't averse to exploring the crypt of the necromancer to be sure there is no evil lurking there. Thokk and Elthan seem to be more inclined to return to the barrow they just left to explore the last chamber. Linda advises avoiding the barrows altogether.\n\nInteresting news filters in from the village. Apparently there has been an assassination in Hlondeth (to the east). A Thayan ambassador was murdered there and a group of four adventurers is suspected. The Queen has offered a generous reward for their capture." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, we not be needing money, not when there be so many valuables right beneath our feet! We should just explore every Barrow we can, and then head under that disk.\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Thokk, there are much more important things than money down there. There could be powerful artifacts or magicals item, there could be knowledge that could be used against evil. I don't think grave robbing should be our priority, we should look for something we can actually use.\" He then talks more softly, and directed right at him. \"You wouldn't want a gem to prevent you from obtaining something else that could help you achieve something you really want\"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n \"I appreciate the offer to share the spoils, though, I will decline the offer. That young dragon would have decimated that area as it aged and would probably have resulted in the death of many people. You have earned this reward. \" \n \"As to what to do next, we have many choices. While I respec Taern's concerns about the graves, I have concern that there is evil within those warrens that may get loose and cause great harm to the area. However, we do not have to venture back there at this time, if there are other tasks to be accomplished\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, Fizahn, Elthan, Graevic, and Taern seem amenable to returning to the barrows. Linda seems to want to leave the barrows alone however.\n\nThokk and Fizahn seem to be motivated more out of greed. By contrast, Elthan, Graevic, and Taern express that they feel a responsibility to ensure that no evil has been unleashed by the inadvertent opening of the two ancient barrows.\n\nEither way, the party is rested, fully healed, and feeling restless. A final decision needs to be made about where to go next..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's research into the necromancer is slightly more fruitful than his research into the planes for Thokk.\n\nRumors about half-demon ancestry aside, the stories about Sethra seem to indicate that he was very much human, albeit evil. There seems to be no doubt that Sethra hoped to become a lich someday, but the books seem to indicate that he was still very much mortal (though powerful) when the four heroes cornered and confronted him.\n\nAlthough no one knows exactly what happened in the crypt during that final battle, it really does seem inconceivable that anyone survived. If Sethra were undead (there is no suggestion of this in the tomes) no doubt he would have escaped the wards eventually (he would have had centuries to overcome any spells or barriers) and reappeared." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\n\"I believe that with this new information, we should go explore this undead cave-type thing. I am sure there would be plenty of money down there, and think of the service we would be doing this area. I'm for going back to the dragon's lair, opening the seal, and seeing what's underneath.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The moon is almost full and it's a beautiful starry night as you enjoy some of Oden Homm's pipeweed and debate whether or not to return to the barrows.\n\nTaern suggests returning to the dragon's barrow to be sure no threat lurks beneath the iron seal. She has no interest in grave robbing, but possibly protecting the simple peasants and villagers in this area from an ancient evil is a different matter.\n\n\"Who is with me?\" she asks." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, Ill go with ye lassie, If this necromancer was a half demon of sorts, then all the better for me.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the morning, after breakfast, Taern and Thokk saddle up their horses in preparation for heading back to the barrows.\n\nIt is a beautiful clear day and the air carries a hint of approaching autumn.\n\nThey debate whether to head on ahead of the others or to wait to see who else is interested in joining them." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nFizahn rides up to Taern and Thokk on his pony, leading his horse.\n \n\"I'm a morning person, you can't get rid of me this easily. Someone has to keep you two from falling into all sorts of pits.\" " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\n\"Glad to have you, trapfinder. Now where was it that the dragon's lair was again? Oh, right. Near the tree.\n\nBeautiful day today. Shall we be off, or should we wait for the others?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lassie, It would be in our best interests if we waited for everyone else. Fizan, did you ever open the chest to see how many coins were inside it? We should divy up that particular loot after we explore the dragon's nest." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The birds start to sing as the sun rises. Taern, Thokk, and Fizahn wait patiently to see if Graevic, Elthan, or Linda will be joining them." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic - Human \n\nGraevic comes jogging from the house to the stables, still strapping on his gear, Aholoh bounding along behind him.\n\n \"My apologies friends, it has been a while since I've slept in a bed and it seems I enjoyed it a little too long.\" \n\nGraevic saddles his horse, finishes adjusting his gear, and mounts up, placing Aholoh on his lap.\n\n \"Ready when you are\" \n\n[OOC: Sorry guys, Calc2 test required far more attention than I had expected]" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nComes out of the house walking.\n\n\"Sorry, I had forgottent we were leaving today.\"\n\nHe jumps on his horse.\n\n\"So, what are we waiting for?\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Returning at the Dragon's lair to explore the Necromance's crypt? Very well. Though I am not sure we should do this I will come with you. I always hated dark magics and destroying their creations would be welcome-if we are careful enough to survive in the process. Please promise me you won't rush things-going blindly ahead in a dark tomb is a death wish. \nLinda seems worried about how glad some of the other party members to venture there. She doesn't seem frightened of going in there-only (perhaps overly) cautious." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Linda. I just don't get it, she seemed excited about getting out and exploring earlier, but when a true adventure appears, she's so skeptical about actually doing it. We might end up to leaving her here.\" \n\nFizahn looks at Linda as he hears her.\n\n \"Oh! Hello Linda, are we ready to go now.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you head back west along the road toward the Wetwoods, you pass a few commoners and even a merchant or two heading east. Each time, the travellers yield to your party. Occasionally one doffs his hat or even bows slightly.\n\nYou realize that the six of you, heavily armored, armed, and mounted, make a formidable sight - almost a miniature army - as you ride by.\n\nThe beautiful weather makes the trip back to the bogs a quick one. You easily make your way back to Taern's giant oak tree. It stands straight and proud next to the ancient barrow where the dragon was slain.\n\nTaern and Thokk have no problem removing the stone door for the second time. In no time, you find yourselves standing around the ancient iron seal once again." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, Linda Lass, can you detect any special way to remove this acursed seal, or Fizan, is it trapped?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Fizahn re-examines the seal, he finds no evidence that it has been tampered with since the last time you were here. There are no signs of traps. Again, Fizahn points out the 8 pins that hold the seal in place. Although they are rusted, they can likely be hammered out of place relatively easily." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Shall we get smashing?\"\n\nOOC: ACK! I just realised i forgot to buy a trusty mace! O balls\n\n\"Before we head down, hold on a minute\"\n\nWalks outside to cut down a limb from the tree to use as an improv club\n\nOOC: Gotta love that zero GP cost!" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nLooking at the seal.\n\n\"Last time, I did detect an abjuration behind the seal, I would be careful opening it, and even more beyond." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " We should be careful when opening the seal, yes. Although most probably the abjuration would hold things IN rather that prevent outside interference we can never be too careful. I will use my spells to detect magic while you open up the seal. If your actions trigger the old spells perhaps I can try to give advance warning-if not to avoid the effects entirely then at least to take cover. \n\nOOC: Detect magic at the seal white the others hammer it open. Will try to say when (if) the magic triggers so others take cover." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk uses his newly cut oak club to bang the 8 pins out of their places. He and Taern then slide the heavy iron disc off to the side, revealing the source of the abjuration...\n\nThere is a round wooden door (5 ft diameter) set into the floor. The wooden slats are bound together by simple iron fittings. The centuries have not been kind to this door. The wood is damp and rotten and the iron fittings are heavily corroded. An iron ring is set into the center of the door." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Am I up again? I seriously wonder how far you guys would get without me.... Do we have plenty of time, or is this just a quick job?\" \n\nFizahn heads over to the door and starts examining.\n\nOOC: Take 20 if everyone agrees we have time, otherwise make a roll..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Wee lad, if we didnt have time I would have already opened the door and jumped in. Make sure its safe, then we will head down\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn takes his time, carefully examining the old wooden door in the floor. He finds no traps and no lock for that matter. Yet, when he finally takes the iron ring and pulls, the door does not open." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern chuckles\n\nNeed a little help, Fizhan? I'd advice you to stand back a moment...\n\nTaern stretches a moment, then unslings her axe, and swings several times in wood-crushing strokes" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nMoves out of the way, in case anything should pop up \n\n\"Lass, you shoudl have waited...\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " fizahn, gnome: \n \n\"You can't just go around killing age-old antiques like this Taern! Especially if I'm still on it!!\" \n\nFizahn announces this while hurriedly scooting back and drawing his rapier." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rotten wooden door is surprisingly resilient, and it takes several mighty blows from Taern's axe before it collapses. The shattered wood and iron vanish as they fall down into a dark circular stone shaft, 5 ft in diameter. The delay before they they clatter onto a stone floor tells you that the shaft is quite deep.\n\nThokk peers down into the darkness and can only say that there appears to be a stone floor at the bottom that he can see just about at the limits of his darkvision .\n\nCenturies old stale air rises up from the dark shaft, cold and damp." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, I will head down first, I know how the dark works lads\"\n\nGets out rope, hands it to Taern and Fizan\n\n\"Tie that to something steady, and be prepared to hoist me up if need be\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern and Fizahn look around the circular chamber in vain for an attachment point for Thokk's hemp rope." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Or we could just all hold the rope.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " That would be OK for Thokk but what about the rest of us? \nLinda exclaims\n If we are to go down there we will need some sort of support for the rope or...\nThe adventurers that ventured there must have descended somehow. Look closely Thokk. Aren't there any stairs or gaps we can use as such? \n\nOOC: Advising Thokk to take 20 on search check" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"How long of rope do we....that reminds me, I have some on my horse.\"\n\nGoes outside to fetch his rope.\n\n\"There is a great big block at the entrance we could use to attatch a rope around. Or, if we have long enough of rope and the block doesn't do the trick, we could tie the rope to a tree outside of the cave. If we do not have enough rope for these, we could find a big stump and lay it across the hole, tie the rope around it and climb down. Whatever we do, I suggest we send someone down first just to know how deep it is.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Anything rope that stretches outside the cave runs the risk of being sabotaged by the giant lizardmen... Taern do you have another of those objects that can make trees?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As per Linda's suggestion, Thokk peers down the shaft with his darkvision, but sees nothing other than smooth stone walls.\n\nTaern doesn't have another feather token, but she is able to find a decent sized fallen log outside, which she drags into the barrow." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic walks to the edge of the hole, peering into the inky darkness. After a moment of thought, he pulls a sunrod from his pack, igniting it with a thump against the floor, and drops it into the hole, watching and listening closely as it falls.\n\n[OOC: Trying to determine how deep the hole goes, if possible. If that doesn't result into anything interesting, he says the following:\n\n\"Does anyone have a piton that we could use to secure a rope for Thokk to climb?\" He eyes the log that Taern has drug into the barrow, as if comparing the weight of each member to the weight of the log. \"Do you think it will hold?\" ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The sunrod tumbles end over end into the shaft, illuminating the smooth stone walls as it falls. It shatters on a flagstone floor 60 ft down, but the tip continues to shine, brightly illuminating a chamber of unknown size at the bottom of the shaft.\n\nThe log is damp and moldy, but seems likely to hold as long as it is only bearing the weight of one party member at a time." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"Perhaps the two lightest should go down last, adding their weight to the log to prevent anyone from falling? While the fall would probably hurt us, I don't relish the idea of the log falling atop me once I've landed. Not to mention we would then have to find another way out, if such a thing exists.\" " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nthinks a moment, then gets behind the log, holding it\n\nThokk, you go ahead and go first." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk shrugs, slings his shield on his back, and starts lowering himself down the shaft. He is almost to the bottom when he loses his grip and crashes to the floor, his armor clanging noisily. He is bruised but not seriously injured.\n\nHe finds himself in an empty circular room, 20 ft in diameter with an 8 foot ceiling. Graevic's shattered sunrod lights the room brightly, but as Thokk looks around, he sees no exits.\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk's Climb checks (DC 5): 6, 13, 13, 8, -3, 13. Damage from 10 ft fall: 4. Thokk's current hit points: 28. " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic looks concerned when he hears the thump, though is relieved to see Thokk moving within the light of the broken sunrod. Eyeing the rope, he kneels down and whispers to Aholoh, which bounds out of the barrow. He then slings his shield across his shoulders and grabs the rope. He nods to Taern to prepare her, and slips over the edge into the dimly lit hole.\n\n[OOC: Aholoh will hang out around the entrance, keeping an eye on the horses. If anything looks like it's going to enter, he'll try to scare it away, but will try to avoid combat.]" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "\"Well, I am not very used to climbing down ropes like this. I am the lightest-I should go last. We can drop heavy metal items like shields and armor without having to carry them, to make the descend easier. I don't think they would break from such a fall\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Only Thokk was heavily armored. The rest of the party cautiously but successfully descends the rope. Linda is second to last, and Fizahn is the last to descend.\n\nAholoh peers over the edge of the hole down at Graevic, sniffing. Then he shuffles away to keep an eye on the barrow entrance.\n\nThis round room is completely empty. There are no doorways or passageways except for the vertical shaft you just descended through.\n\nThe stonework of the room is the same as in the barrow above - high quality, but not exceptional to Thokk's eyes. There is a thin layer of dust on the floor, presumably undisturbed for centuries." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"Not quite what I was expecting.\" \n\nGraevic makes a slow circuit of the room, examining the walls and floor with a practiced eye, paying close attention to any dust that might have been disturbed (other than by his companions).\n\n[ooc: Search Check (+7)]" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan casts a detect magic spell and aims it at the wall. He tries to detect magical auras close beyond the wall, proving there has to be a secret doorway. He slowly circles the rooms, facing the wall, and he will stop and wait the 3 rounds to have to most information possible if he stumbles across a magical aura." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan rotates 360 degrees, scanning the entire circumference of the round room, but he detects no magic auras.\n\nMeanwhile, Graevic stalks the perimeter, carefully searching for any secret openings. He notes that the layer of dust is uniform, except where disturbed by the other party members. His careful search is rewarded by his discovering a fine crack in the wall. Tracing the crack with his finger he is able to outline a small 3 ft x 6 ft doorway." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"Here, I found a door\" \n\nGraevic steps away from the door, giving Fizahn room to inspect it." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern, axe in hand, stands protectively watching Fizhan as he examines the door, ready to leap into combat at a moments notice\n\n\"Be careful, Fizhan. More than likely, opening that door will set off half a dozen diabolical traps. The passage beyond is probably filled to the brim with restless dead. Heck, I wouldnt be suprized if the ancient necromancer was back there, twisted with power.\n\nTaern hums softly to herself" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn approaches the doorway cautiously, spending a minute or so simply scanning the doorway and the surrounding wall and floors. As soon as he lightly touches the door, however, it suddenly falls backward, as if shoved with great force.\n\nInstead of crashing to the ground, the stone door neatly collapses into a recess in the floor behind it with a quiet snick . The door fits so neatly into the floor that it becomes almost invisible again. Only a slight concavity gives it away.\n\nWhen the door opens, a blast of cold air pours into the room, stirring up the long undisturbed dust. You all cough and squint as your vision is temporarily obscured by the fine powder swirling around the room. Thokk sneezes. In only a few moments, however, the pressure gradient seems to equalize and the dust begins to settle, leaving a bitter, almost floral, taste in each of your mouths.\n\nAn unlit passageway is revealed behind the secret door. The passage is low ceilinged (6 ft high) but wide (15 ft). The passage itself is dark and the air still filled somewhat by dust, but there is literally light at the end of the tunnel - a small open doorway can be seen about 120 ft away. The room beyond the doorway appears to be brightly lit." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern whipes her dust-filled eyes clear, then boldly steps out into the passage\n\nHello? Undead? Come and face us, scum!\n\nTaern starts down the passage at an easy walk, swinging her axe in front of her, eyes trained on the bright light\n\nYou! The necromancer in there! Dont make me cut you to pieces, slimeball!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Neither zombie nor skeleton rises to meet Taern's challenge. Instead, a dark humanoid figure steps into the passageway from the opposite end. He (she?) is silhouetted against the brightly lit doorway, but even through the swirling dust and shadows, Taern can make out ebony skin, platinum hair, pointed pinnae, and the glint of bared steel.\n\n\n\nOOC: Initiative for Taern: 16 (15 + 1). " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern hefts her axe, attempting a front of bravade, but inwardly she shrinks. Stopping dead, she glares fiercely at the figure.\n\n\"You there! I'll have you know that me and my friends are about to savagely cut you down if you take but one more step towards us, so I'd suggest you drop your weapon and come... slowly... towards us. In fact we are about to mount a charge and cut you to pieces. So you'd better watch yourself!\"\n\n Thokk, get up here! Thokk, get up here! I cant take this thing on my own \n\nOOC: Intimidate +2" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern's words have the desired effect, and the dark elf stops 100 ft from her, weapon ready. This gives the rest of the party time to join Taern.\n\nHowever, the drow elf is not alone either. More figures enter the hall at the other end. At least one more drow, and a few of other humanoids block the far end of the passage. Of special note is what appears to be a bald gray-skinned dwarf. You have heard rumors of such creatures from the Underdark - duergar !\n\n\n\nOOC: I need to know who will be in the front row and who will be in the back (two rows of three) ." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\n\"Oops!\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan stays behind Taern. He loads his crossbow and casts magic armor on himself. Instead of aiming his crossbow, he attaches it to his belt.\n\n\"Maybe we can resolve this peacefuly.\"\n\nHe then steps up in front of the group and says:\n\n\"Hi there! We mean you no arm! My friend here wasn't serious when she said we were ready to charge you! We are wondering from where you come, since we came through what seemed to us the only point of entry?\"\n\nOOC: +9 diplomacy, he will first try to say this in common, and then, if he gets no response, he will try elvish and then draconic." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The other group seems as surprised to see you as you are to see them, but they hold their ground.\n\nYou see one of the drow make some arcane gestures, and several of the beast-like humanoids ready their weapons, including a couple of crossbows. The duergar, standing in front of the others, fingers his weapon anxiously and looks like he is ready to charge.\n\nThe tension mounts as they respond neither to common, standard elvish, nor draconic. They seem to whisper quietly to each other, however, as if deciding what to do next.\n\nThokk growls under his breath. \"Ach, that's enough diplomacy you pansies. I say we take these guys now.\" He readies himself to charge." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\n\"Oddly enough, Thokk, I believe we're in agreement.\n\nREAAARRRRGG!!!\"\n\n\n OOC: Charge and Power Attack for 2, +5 attack 1d12+5 damage " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern and Thokk (in a rare moment of unity) charge almost shoulder to shoulder toward the drow/duergar/orc party. The lead drow and the duergar meet their charge with one of their own. All four collide in the center point of the passageway.\n\nTaern times her charge perfectly and feels her axe bite deeply into the drow's side. Unfortunately, the dark elf also finds an opening and wounds Taern grievously. Spots swim before Taern's eyes from the excruciating pain as flesh and bone give way to steel.\n\nThokk and the duergar practically bounce off each other initially, then they immediately start to hack away at each other. They find themselves evenly matched; their swords clash and spark, but neither draws blood.\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern's charge/power attack (vs AC 13): 25 (20 + 5) - hit. Threatened critical: 11 (6 + 5) - fails. Taern's damage: 16 (11 + 5). Thokk's charge (vs AC 19): 16 (7 + 9). Taern takes 16 points of damage (current HP: 12) ." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nEnraged to the point of recklessness by the blow, Taern swings wildly and recklessly, screaming a war-chant\n\n Scum! Dark-skinned filth! You shall fall to the power of my steel!\n\nYou shall know pain, sweet, quick death!\nAncestors lend me strength in my fight,\nI shall cleave through my enemies\nLike a knife through bread\nAll shall fall in my path,\nBehind is a wake of bodies.\nYou shall know no foe like me!\nFilth, your life is over!\nMEET MY AXE! \n Kill them! Kill them! DIE! \n\nOOC: Power attacking for 2 points (+3 attack for 1d12+5 damage)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nSeeing that the enemy are underdark dwellers Linda smiles. She speaks a few words and out of the end of her staff a bright light ensues.\n\nOOC: If enemy is close enough I cast light on my staff. If they are further away I again cast light and move near the enemy being careful to stay in the second line." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic, standing back with Linda, sees the brutal hit given to Taern. He quickly moves up to near Taern, chanting and gesturing, he then gently places his hand on her body, infusing her with healing energy.\n\n[See OOC thread for intentions]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\nFizahn looks for an opening between Taern and the dark elf and lets a bolt fly, shouting an almost almost fearsome battle cry.\n\n(In Draconic) \"Death and destruction rain upon you horrid beings!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern and Thokk remain locked in combat with the drow warrior and the duergar. Powerful blows are parried and countered on both sides. Taern's chanting is punctuated by the clang of steel on steel.\n\nLinda raises her staff and light floods the area.\n\nNow that he can see what is going on, Graevic boldly steps forward and places his hand on Taern's back as she fights, soothing her pain, but only partially staunching the flow of blood from her side.\n\nFizahn fires a crossbow bolt toward the melee, but the missle glances off of the low ceiling, almost hitting Thokk in the back.\n\nElthan moves forward, but avoids becoming embroiled in the melee itself. With a word and a gesture, he blasts the drow warrior engaged in combat with Taern.\n\nOne of the orcs in the back row, a female with pendulous breasts and stringy black hair, raises a twisted staff of her own, and illuminates their end of the hallway with a sickly purplish green glow.\n\nA second orc moves forward to lay a hand on the drow warrior in support. What sorcery he might be using is unknown to you.\n\nNow that the entire area can be seen more clearly, a small bald figure with gray-brown rock-colored skin can be seen in the back row. He is more slight of build than the duergar. He raises a crossbow and fires, but misses.\n\nJust as Taern feels some strength flow into her body from Graevic's touch, the drow mage steps forward and sears her with two purple energy bolts.\n\n\nOOC: Graevic casts CLW, healing 6 points of damage. Elthan hits the drow warrior with two magic missiles for a total of 7 points of damage. Taern is struck by two magic missiles from the drow wizard (Taern's hit points at the end of the round: 11) ." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing Taern heavily wounded Linda will use her magic to heal her if she can." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn,gnome: \n\nFizahn puts away his crossbow in disgust and draws his rapier, heading towards the melee." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk crows triumphantly as his bastard sword cleaves past the duergar's defences and cuts deeply. The duergar counters with a mighty slash of his own, hitting Thokk's armored shoulder cleanly, fracturing his clavicle.\n\nTaern, buoyed by her own war chant, slashes the drow warrior diagonally from shoulder to hip. The drow warrior, ebony skin and armor now crimson stained, desperately slashes back before collapsing, opening up a deep wound on Taern's torso.\n\nTaern staggers backward, but is caught by Linda who, holding aloft her illuminated staff in one hand, uses the other hand to pass just enough healing energy to keep the wild elf conscious.\n\nGraevic steps forward into Taern's place, arcane words on his lips - an explosion of light bursts in front of the drow wizard's face just as he was about to raise a crossbow to fire. Dazzled, the drow wizard winces and turns his face away; his crossbow shot flies wide.\n\nThe female orc (holding the crooked glowing staff) catches the drow warrior as she falls backward, while the male orc shaman steps up into the front row, scimitar in hand. With a grunt, he casts flare directly into Elthan's face. Elthan is momentarily blinded, and his crossbow bolt misses by a mile.\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn creeps up to the melee, attempting to flank the duergar fighter, only to see that his deep gnome counterpart seems to have had a similar idea. A quick exchange of lunges, parries, and unsuccessful ripostes demonstrates that both gnomes have some skill with the rapier.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk's attack (vs AC 21): 25 (18 + 7). Damage: 10 (8 + 2). Taern's attack (vs AC 15): 17 (13 + 3 + 1). Damage: 9 (3 + 5 +1). Linda casts CLW: 5 (2 + 3) points healed. Thokk takes 10 points of damage (current HP 18). Taern takes 9 points of damage (current HP 7).\n\nFront line now consists of Thokk, Graevic, and Fizahn (opposed by the duergar, the orc shaman, and the svirfneblin). Directly behind them are Taern (gravely wounded), and Linda. Elthan is slightly farther back, out of melee (but dazzled). \n\nEDIT: I forgot to add +1 to Taern's damage due to her inspire courage effect on herself. Also, I corrected Thokk's hit points to account for the points he lost when he fell off the rope." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nAlmost howling with digust at her \"weakness\", Taern tosses aside her greataxe and quickly draws her longbow, knocking and firing an arrow at the drow mage\n\nRrrrrgghhh!!! Dammit! Die!\n\nOOC: +4 attack for 1d8+2 damage" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"MORADIN!!!\" Thokk drops the duergar to his knees with a mighty blow, but Thokk is simultaneously critically injured by the duergar's counter-strike.\n\nKneeling, Taern, shaken but still feeling the effects of her war chant, sends an arrow straight into the chest of the drow wizard, just as the wizard fires his crossbow at Elthan. Taern is unable to prevent the drow wizard from hitting Elthan in the shoulder, but Elthan fires right back at him. Taern smiles as she watches the drow wizard collapse, pierced by both Taern's arrow and Elthan's crossbow bolt.\n\nGraevic, now at the vanguard, spars with the orc shaman. The orc matches Graevic move for move. Neither is able to overcome the other's armor and defenses.\n\nLinda, still supporting Taern with one hand, continues to chant, channeling soothing, healing arcane power.\n\nFizahn eyes the svirfneblin warily, then an interesting idea pops into his head. Instead of attacking either the svirfneblin or the duergar, Fizahn pokes his rapier at Thokk . The thin point of Fizahn's blade doesn't penetrate Thokk's platemail, but Fizahn's experiment pays off when he sees the svirfneblin mirror his movement and poke the duergar right in the buttock.\n\nMeanwhile, the female orc has been ministering to the drow warrior who half rises and, in one swift motion, nocks and fires a black arrow directly into Elthan's center of mass. Elthan doubles over, falls to his knees, then topples over onto his side and is still.\n\n\nOOC: Thokk's attack (vs AC 21): 27 (20 + 7). Critical threat (vs AC 21): 22 (15 + 7). Damage: 13 (7 + 2 + 2 + 2). Taern's attack (vs AC 16): 16 (11 + 4 + 1). Damage: 8 (5 + 2 + 1). Elthan's attack (vs AC 16): 16 (15 + 1). Damage: 6. Linda's CLW: 6 (3 + 3). Thokk is hit for 13 points (current HP 5). Taern is partially healed (current HP 13). Elthan is hit by two missiles and is dying (current HP -1). \n\nEDIT: Corrected Elthan's AC to 16 (mage armor)." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n What the?... \n I wonder... \nLinda will go to Elthan and attempt to heal him then will drop her staff to the ground (free action)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern, roaring, will toss aside her bow, its use finished, and stoops to pick up her axe. Invigored by Linda's channelling, she roars and rushes to the front rank\n\n\"DAMMIT DROW! WHEN I KILL YOU, I EXPECT YOU TO STAY DEAD!\"\n\nOOC: Toss aside bow (free action), pick up greataxe (move action), move into combat with the drow warrior (move action)." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nOOC:Elthan will stay unconscious next round." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Bloody and battered, Thokk and the duergar clash one last time, then collapse, each impaled on the other's blade, in a tangle of armor and weapons.\n\nTaern and her drow counterpart throw aside their bows, pick up their axes and charge each other, readying mighty blows, while Graevic and the orc shaman exchange slashes of their scimitars.\n\nLinda turns back to tend to Elthan. She places both hands on his chest and focuses her energies on his wounds. Her staff falls to the ground. As she gently pulls out the arrow and bolt, Elthan suddenly gasps and opens his eyes. He is alive.\n\nThe female orc similarly turns and kneels next to the drow wizard, dropping her twisted glowing staff.\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn sheathes his rapier and holds up a gold coin in his right hand. The svirfneblin mirrors his movement and holds up what looks like a rock in his left hand.\n\n\nOOC: Thokk's attack (vs AC 21): 25 (18 + 7). Damage: 10 (8 + 2). Graevic's attack (vs AC 16) 19 (18 + 1). Damage: 6. Linda casts another CLW: 11 (8 + 3). Thokk takes a hit and is dying (current HP -5). Graevic suffers a minor wound (current HP 17). Elthan is healed (current HP 10). " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Darn rocks!! Can't I get some decent loot around here?\" \n\nFizahn looks at the people fighting around him.\n \n\"Hey people!! They mirror your actions! Whatever you do, they do!! If you just stand still, they won't do anything! Also, they have rocks instead of coins!\" \n\nFizahn looks at Thokk.\n\n \"Someone might want to help Thokk off his counterpart's sword...\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Fizzahn is right! Cease your fighting. \nAfter warning her friends Linda will go to Thokk and attempt to heal him-explaining what is going on so he doesn't attack again." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nIn mid-swing, Graevic balks slightly at Fizahn and Linda's words. Warily, he lowers his scimitar and backs off, watching the shaman closely. Once he verifies that the shaman isn't attacking him, he will lend his healing magic to whomever is the most seriously wounded." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn's and Linda's warnings stop Graevic and Taern in mid-swing. Their counterparts stop fighting as well.\n\nAs the dust settles, its narcotic effect fades, and you find yourselves standing at the end of a 60 ft hallway facing a polished marble wall, black as obsidian.\n\nDistorted reflections in the marble create the illusion that the passage extends another 60 ft forward. The six \"dark humanoids\" and the lit chamber \"beyond\", you see now, are simply your own reflections and the reflection of the doorway open behind you.\n\nThat your shadowy reflections could have inflicted such grievous wounds can only be explained by dark wizardry.\n\nLinda and Graevic hasten to Thokk's side to try to preserve his life and, through their combined efforts, they are able to resuscitate him. The air is instantly filled with dwarven curses.\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda and Graevic both cast CLW: 11 (8 + 3), 4 (3 + 1). Thokk regains consciousness (current HP: 10). " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Well, luckily that wasn't too bad. Let's keep going.\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan looks confused. \"What exactly just happened?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Elthan waits for someone to explain what just happened, Fizahn focuses his attention on the smooth black marble wall, blocking the party's way.\n\nThokk, Taern, and Graevic bind their remaining wounds as Linda retrieves her staff. All four are uncharacteristically quiet, perhaps shaken from the vicious battle with their illusory opponents.\n\nAfter a long inspection, Fizahn finds an almost invisible depression in the center of the wall. Pressing it gently, he feels a slight give, and a small crack appears vertically down the center of the wall. A pair of 6 ft x 4 ft doors swing inward noiselessly, opening into a large, dark chamber.\n\nThanks to the oppressive silence and deep darkness, you can almost feel the weight of seven centuries on your shoulders. A shiver runs down your spine as a chilling thought enters your mind. You find yourself with no doubt that Sethra, or whatever remains of him, lies in the chamber in front of you." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan advances slowly to the entrance of the dark passage and casts detect magic.\n\nOOC: He will keep concentrating on the spell and walking slowly with it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan steps to the doorway and slowly scans the chamber. He immediately detects magical energies. As he concentrates, they resolve into multiple discrete auras, scattered about the room.\n\nIndividual faint auras begin to come into focus: illusion, conjuration, transmutation, and (unsurprisingly) necromancy. Each seems to radiate from different areas of the room." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"We should be very carful entering this passage, there are many magical auras emanating from inside. Do not trust what you see, I sense, among others, illusions.\"\n\nOOC: Elthan continues to concentrate on his spell. He will try and keep concentrating in the event of a trap, witch will/would probably require a concentration check(+0). Also, do we get a bonus on our check against illusion since we are aware of there presence?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you enter the chamber, Linda's staff illuminates another round, domed chamber, not unlike the barrow above you.\n\nYou can immediately see that this is where the final battle between Sethra and the four heroes occurred - in fact, their five bodies remain here, having been undisturbed for 700 years.\n\nThis must have once been some sort of audience chamber or perhaps ceremonial room. You can see that there were once rich tapestries lining the walls - those have long since rotted away. Fragments of pulverized wood suggest that there once were furnishings scattered around the room as well, likely destroyed either by the final battle or the centuries that have passed since then.\n\nThere is a 20 ft diameter round raised dais in the center of the room. A charred skeletal corpse lies there, still clutching a blackened staff. You assume that this was Sethra.\n\nAround the room, roughly at the cardinal points lie four other sets of skeletal remains. Two (one off the left, the other off to the right) were likely fighters or clerics judging by their heavy metal armor, still intact. One, still held together by straps of rotting leather, lies slumped against the far wall.\n\nAlmost at your feet is the last skeleton. This corpse appeared to be unarmored, a spellcaster or bard perhaps. Strangely, this skeleton appears to have been kneeling at his time of death.\n\n\n\nOOC: The scene itself doesn't appear to be illusory. The faint aura of illusion emanates from one of the bodies. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan apears to be breathless at the sight of the scene. Then again, it could be the fact he is concentrating on his spell.\n\nOOC: I would like to know where the magical auras come from as Elthan would like to examine them from his current position.\n\n\"Stay put, I will tell you where the magic comes from.\"\n\nHe turns to Fizahn:\"You can go and examine them, carefuly, after.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Hey, Elthan, when you're up examining Sethra, rip his bones apart, because he looks like the kind of guy who'd come back alive for a stupid reason, such as, say, killing adventurers looting his corpse, and I'd like it a lot better if he didn't come back to life in one piece.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan continues to concentrate, focusing his attention on each cadaver in turn.\n\n(1) The armored corpse to the left is non-magical. His breastplate, however, still shines like new, even though the rest of the ancient armor and his shield seem to have either been badly damaged or rusted. Elthan sees no weapon nearby.\n\n(2) The armored corpse to the right is armored in mostly intact chainmail, which radiates faint abjuration magic. Again, no weapon is visible.\n\n(3) The body propped up against the far wall (still wrapped in a cloak and rotting leather) radiates both faint illusion magic and a bit of transmutation magic.\n\n(4) The kneeling corpse in front of Elthan has auras of conjuration magic and evocation. Because Elthan is close to that body, he can tell that the conjuration magic emanates from a pair of bracers still encircling the skeleton's wrists, while the evocation magic radiates from a thin dagger that unexpectedly appears to have been thrust through the sternum.\n\n(5) The body on the dais (presumably Sethra's) radiates both faint transmutation as well as a slightly stronger aura of necromancy. The aura of necromancy seems to primarily emanate from the black, serpentine scepter/staff he clutches in his bony fingers.\n\nElthan still stands at the entrance to the room, unwilling to enter (or dismember any corpses) before he has scanned the room fully.\n\n\nOOC: If anyone is going to specifically look at one of the bodies to obtain a more detailed description, I need to know which character and which body. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"By Moradins Beard...\"\n\nScans room, espicially looking at Necromancer and the two warriors" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Wow, where to start...\" Elthan tells the party where all the magic comes from. \"I suggest looking at the bodies one at a time. Also, I suggest leaving Sethra's body undisturbed. Finally, I recommend waiting either me, or Linda, to analyse each body before touching them.\"\n\nTo Linda: \"I don't think the heroe's armors would be dangerous, but the weapons they have been killed with could be.\" He then lowers his voice to make sure she is the only one that hears it. \"Keep an eye on the staff, it radiates necromancy and it could have some spells ready if it is disturbed, no one is to approach it for now\"\n\nTo the group: \"I suggest we form two groups, and go each our way around the room, it will speed up the process and prevent large accumulation witch could lead to accidents. Remember, leave Sethra's corpse alone, I do not say this because I want it for my self because I won't be touching it either until the room is cleared. I suggest everyone keep an eye open and alert everyone if you see something unusual. We will split the groups up as so: Me, Tearn and Fizahn, we will start with the body in front of us, Linda, Thokk and Graevic, choose a side, and start going around the room in that direction.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Elthan, Taern, and Fizahn examine the body in front of them in more detail (skeleton #4): \n\nThe mummified skeleton kneels facing the dais. His hands are clasped around the hilt of a still glistening dagger that protrudes from his sternum. The skeleton's forehead touches the ground, and it looks as though the body has lain in this precariously balanced position for all of these centuries. Fragments of rotted cloth suggest that this adventurer was unarmored and dressed only in robes. It appears that the two metal bracers around his wrists were his only protections. Next to the body is an old leather knapsack, still closed.\n\n Linda, Thokk, and Graevic investigate the body to the left (skeleton #1): \n\nAs noted previously, this body is still encased in platemail. Much of the armor has rusted and crumbled, though it also appears that it was badly damaged even before time had its way with it. The shield is so decrepit that you can barely make out its blazon (per pale vert and azure, a fret or). Only the breastplate appears to have been immune to damage and time. It glistens under a layer of dust and perhaps soot. At first it looked as though this knight was unarmed, but on closed inspection you can see the hilt of a longsword still clutched in his right hand. The blade is missing, however. Broken off perhaps?" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan points at the leather knapsack next to the body. \"I sense no magic coming for the sack. You can take a look at it Fizahn.\" He then kneels down to have a closer look at the body. He examines the dagger very closely.\n\nOOC: I'm looking for distinct symboles that would associate the dagger with Sethra, or something that would be associated with curses or evil." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn carefully opens the knapsack, waiting for anything to scurry out before sticking his everburning torch into it and peeking inside." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Hrm, interesting...\"\n\nLook now at Sarda, for demon signs" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan kneels down and cranes his head to get a good look at the dagger embedded in the skeleton's chest. The dagger is in great condition, considering the passage of time. The brass pommel still glows, and the polished steel blade shows the rippled waves characteristic of the finest forged blades. Elthan realizes that the dagger appears to match a simple scabbard still tied to the skeleton's waist. Could it be that the adventurer was killed by his own dagger? Did the adventurer kill himself? If so, why?\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn carefully lifts the flap of the knapsack and peers in. (Nothing scurries out.) Several small pouches can be seen, which likely held spell components (long since rotted away). There is also a small leather-bound book. It looks too small to be a spellbook however. A couple of small flasks also lie inside.\n\nThokk, meanwhile, wanders away from the armored skeleton and approaches the dais, interested in Sethra's skeleton. As he moves closer he sees that the skeleton appears charred. Perhaps Sethra was killed by a fireball or alchemist's fire? The serpentine rod in Sethra's hand glares at Thokk with small ruby eyes. Thokk also notices a small ring on one of Sethra's fingers. The rest of his clothing or materials seems to have been vaporized when Sethra was killed. Thokk moves closer and is just about to step up on the dais ..." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nFrom the corner of his eye, Elthan sees movement in the middle of the room. He looks up and sees Thokk going towards Sethra's body. \"Thokk! We don't know what evil spell that body could still withhold. We need to be careful about it. We should finish with the rest of the room first.\"\n\nHe then goes back to his body. Suddenly, after examining the body, he puts his hand on the dagger and pulls it from the body.\n\nOOC: After, if nothing happens with the dagger(I do not suspect it will but you never know) I will put it in its scabbard. He will then try to take off the armor." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn looks disinterestedly at Thokk as he approaches Sethra.\n\n \"I say we get like a big log or something so we can smash his skeleton from a distance,\" he shouts at Thokk.\n\nFizahn then takes the book out of the knapsack gingerly and carefully, trying to damage it as little as possible, opens it to the first page." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Hmm, maybe the dais is trapped but not the body-after all, if Setra died how would he trap himself? Now I think I have a way to remove the body from the dais without touching it or damaging it. Anyone have a rope? I can telecinetically manipulate the rope to tie it to Setra's body then we can pull it and remove the body from the dais. \n\nOOC: Mage Hand for 5 pounds of telekinetic force on an object (the rope) for as long as I concentrate." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ha, I could take any fancy magic this old skeleton could throw at me. I will deal with him later...\"\n\nLooks at other warrior, and sees if he might be able to take off breastplate" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's warning stops Thokk just before he climbs up onto the dais. Instead, Thokk turns back to the armored warrior. With a few quick tugs, he is able to remove the breastplate from the rest of the decrepit armor. As he dusts off the breastplate he gets an excited look in his eyes. He nibbles on a corner, then spits and smiles triumphantly - the breastplate is made of adamantium!\n\nElthan turns back to the kneeling skeleton and pulls the dagger out of its sternum. As he does so, the skeleton collapses into a pile of dusty bones. Elthan replaces the dagger into the scabbard; it is a perfect fit. Elthan then puts the dagger down and reaches for the two bracers, which slip easily off of the skeleton's wrists.\n\nFizahn opens the small leather-bound book. It is filled with the same ancient script that appeared on the seal and even in the other barrow. He can not read it, but the format makes it clear that it is some kind of journal or diary.\n\nLinda borrows some silk rope from Elthan (having none of her own). She uses her magic to raise the rope into the air, and she then attempts to attach it to Sethra's corpse. Though she can lift the rope easily enough, actually coordinating the rope in such a way that it loops around the body and ties into a knot proves to be exceedingly difficult." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Hmm, it is more difficult than I thought. There is, however, another way. Thokk, can you come here please? Remember how traps for horsemen are set with a rope tied to two trees? We are going to do something similar. You'll catch one end and I, or somebody else, will catch the other. Then we will straighten the rope, position it behind the corpse, lower it to the level of the corpse but above the dais and move the rope-and thus the corpse too-away from the dais.\nUnless, of course, someone has a grappling hook. \n\nOOC: Not sure it is clear enough what I suggest doing." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Hey! I'm uneducated, could one of you scolarly types come over here and read this book to me?\" \n\nFizahn holds up the journal/diary/whathaveyou.\n\n \"I think it might be a tiny bit important.\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Alright.\" Elthan goes over to Fizahn and checks out the book." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan looks the book over, but has no more luck deciphering it than Fizahn did. The script resembles Draconic, but the language itself is so old that Elthan can't really understand it. He is, however, able to phonetically sound out the author's name - Ssa ar lok or \"Sarloc\".\n\nLinda and Thokk manage to \"scrape\" Sethra's corpse off of the dais with Graevic's rope. His blackened bones and the rod spill off the platform into a jumble of bones.\n\nMeanwhile, Taern and Graevic have turned their attention to the corpse to the right. He is fully suited in chainmail, which seems to have been the source of the magic aura. Like the platemail clad fighter, this adventurer appears unarmed initially. Nearby, however, Taern finds a charred oak stick. It looks like it was once the handle for a warhammer or battle axe, but the head of the weapon is missing." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern stands back from the corpse-looting of the others, shaking her head, and looking worridly about\n\nI dont know if we should be doing this.... these bodies have lain undisturbed for centuries, their spirits might come back to haunt us.\n\nShakes her head\n\nWe should be giving these warriors a proper burial, not looting their corpses. That undead thing's rod, however, would be okay to take.\n\nCrosses her arms, and sighs again" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass, we will worry about that when the time comes to worry. Untill then, lets see what we can get. Afterwords we will give these warriors a proper burial\"\n\nOOC: Search Check around the room, to see if there is anything else. I will take the time for a 20 if we have time" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the back of the room, Thokk finds the fourth adventurer's body. He appears to have been killed by some kind of blast of energy or fire - an inverse silhouette has been seared into the wall, capturing his last moment alive. His skeleton now lies at the base of the wall. Rotting leather holds his bones together. Only his grey cloak and his fine embroidered gauntlets remain relatively intact. A charred stick is all that remains of his bow, still clenched in his left hand. A quiver lies next to him, the arrows long since turned to ash.\n\nGraevic sympathizes with Taern's moral dilemma, and he is in complete agreement that the remains should be given a decent burial. (Also, like Taern, he refused to partake in any spoils from the looted barrow.) However, he argues that any magic relics found here would be best put to use in the fight against evil rather than buried and lost forever. Graevic points out that these four adventurers died trying to rid the world of a great evil, and no doubt they would smile upon any adventurers who would use their gear for similar purposes." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\ngnaws her lip a bit\n\nI guess you're right, Graevic... I suppose they -would- have wanted us to use their equiptment to continue the fight. But we must give them a proper burial as soon as possible." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Exactly as I would have said it, a great argument for a great moral dilemma Graevic.\" \n\nFizahn returns to the knapsack and carefully pulls out and examines each flask." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn examines the flasks carefully. Liquid still sloshes inside the sealed vessels.\n\nAfter a careful examination of the room is completed, the list of \"items of interest\" include:\n\na journal belonging to someone named Sarloc\na dagger (in scabbard)\na pair of wrist bracers (plain metal)\nan adamantium breastplate\na suit of chainmail\nembroidered gauntlets\na grey cloak\n\nFrom Sethra's body, you have recovered:\n\na ring, engraved with spirals\na black serpentine rod with garnet eyes\n\nNothing matching the description of Sethra's famed fire opal (from Elthan's research) is found.\n\nAs you gather to look over the special items you have recovered, it occurs to each of you that it might be a good idea to climb up onto the dais." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern takes a quick, curious, glance over the items. Her eyes linger over the chainmail and the ring which came off of the necromancer. She stops staring and gazes off into the distance a moment, then turns and dutifully climbs up onto the dias.\n\n\"If no one else wants the chainmail or that ring, I am sure that some manner of ritual could be worked out with the spirits of the dead adventurers.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass, that ring came from the Necromancer. It might be a good idea for it to be checked out before you decide to play with it\"\n\nlooks at the others\n\n\"Im still getting a hankering something is on that step. Ill step onto it, but incase any creepy crawlies come and get me, tie a rope to my waist so I can be pulled backward if there is an emergency. Or more of those forgin' illusions...\"\n\n Second time... " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan goes to the serpentine rod from Sethra's and starts examining it.\n\nOOC: I still have detect magic plus I'm seaching the rod for anything unusual." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"No, Thokk. I should be the one to check out the platform. I have better reactions than you, and am more aware of detail. These endeavors require the proper strategy also, while you would just climb on up there, I think that it is a much better idea to examine the base prior to walking on it's surface. Elthan, would you be so kind as to check if there is magic radiating from the platform itself.\" \n\nFizahn takes 20 on a search check going around the platform and examining the base where it is connected to the floor; if he doesn't find anything suspicious or harmful, he will climb up onto the platform and examine its surface." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan carefully examines the black rod, noting that it radiates a significant aura of necromancy. The rod is made of kamagong (a dark hardwood) and has been carved in the likeness of a sinuous snake. Its eyes are small red gems (garnets), and its mouth is agape, revealing polished ivory fangs.\n\nWhile Thokk and Fizahn debate the best way to approach the dais, Taern simply steps up on the platform. As Thokk and Fizahn look at her in horror, she simply shrugs her shoulders and says, \"What?\"\n\nWhat she doesn't see, because she is facing her companions, is that behind her against the far wall (opposite the entrance to the chamber), a \"doorway\" of sorts has opened ...\n\nA 10 ft x 10 ft square has appeared in the rear wall of the chamber. For an instant, the room is filled with light and heat, almost as if a blast furnace has been opened. Taern turns and observes with the rest of the party a portal into another world/dimension of fire and smoke, ash and lava. Through the opening walk 4 small dwarf-sized creatures that appear to be made of molten stone. They leer at the party as the opening behind them vanishes. One seems to ask a question, \"Krazzakka?\" Even from across the room, each of you can feel the heat radiating from their bodies ..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nstartled, Taern leaps off of the dias\n\nWhat in Tymora's good name are -those-?!\n\nTaern reaches for her axe" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nSeeing the fiery creatures, Elthan let's his spell slip from his mind. He seems relieved to stop concentrating on the spell. After clearing up his ideas from a couple of seconds, he reachs for his crossbow.\n\nOCC: After that he will load it of course, and wait until the fiery creatures move to decide what course of action would be more suitable." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn looks at the fiery dwarves and says hello in common, gnome, and draconic, trying to communicate with them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The four small creatures slowly walk toward you. They are about 50 ft away, and the dais is in between you and them (except for Taern who is on the dais, about 40 ft from them).\n\nThe \"leader\" asks again, \"Krazzakka? Nik krakkazza?\"\n\nThey do not appear to be armed or armored. They radiate intense heat, however, and their fingers end in sharp red-black claws. They continue to smile at you.\n\nIt occurs to each of you that you probably ought to attack them and kill them as quickly as possible before they kill you." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern frowns a moment, then quickly draws her axe, and lets out a roar, charging the creatures\n\n\"Little thingies! I'll kill you before you kill me! Yaaaaaaaaaaaarg!\"\n\n Initiative +1\n\nCharge, Power Attack for 2 points, +6 for 1d12+5 damage\n\nFortitude Save +5 if applicable. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"NO LASS, DONT ATTACK THEM\"\n\nThokk tries to stop and tackle her before she can do anything stupid\n\n\"I know what those are. They are Azers, Fire Dwarfs. We used to communicate with them in my old home. They wont attack us if we dont provoke them, I hope. Anybody speak the launguage of the Fire People, Ignan? I dont really remember how to say anything...\"\n\nYell out to them in Dwarfish, see if they respond. Also try to speak some slow common for them.\n\nOOC: Can I make a check to see if I can come up with any Ignan?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk dives at Taern's feet, attempting to tackle her, but she nimbly avoids him, jumps off the dais, and continues her charge.\n\nAs she closes in, Taern feels her eyebrows singed by the heat radiating from the creatures, but without hesitation she swings her greataxe in a graceful yet powerful arc that catches the lead creature right in the neck. The head of Taern's greataxe sinks deeply into the creature, yet it hardly seems to react. Even more alarmingly, the head of Taern's greataxe melts into slag from the contact with this lava-monster.\n\nGraevic shouts out, \"Those are no Azers! They must be some kind of fire demons! Kill them, Thokk, before they kill us!\"\n\n\nOOC: Combat details posted in OOC thread. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: Crap. And I know Celestial. Demons speak celestial. We could have negotiated :P Will post actions in OOC thread." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"I dont know, lad...\"\n\nThokk takes out his longbow and gets it ready, but does not train it on the Azers" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n THey're demons! I gotta kill the demons! \n\n\nTaern disengages, and looks wildly about for something she could use as a weapon.\n\n\n OOC: Where is the nearest weapon from the remains of the adventurers? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk draws back his mighty longbow and fires an arrow straight through the right eye of the creature facing Taern. The arrow immediately combusts and turns to ash, but the damage has been done, and the fiery creature collapses face first onto the stone floor.\n\nTaern scrambles away, throwing away the now useless shaft of her greataxe. She dashes to the pile of recovered items, seeing only two possible weapons - the sheathed dagger and the ebony serpentine rod.\n\nLinda attempts to negotiate in Celestial, but her diplomatic efforts are somewhat hampered by Fizahn and Elthan who both strike the creatures flanking the slain leader. Fizahn shoots one with a crossbow bolt, but the bolt seems to vaporize on contact with the monster without damaging it. Elthan's pair of magic missiles seems to fare better - the creature he hits roars in pain.\n\nThe three remaining creatures look at each other and wordlessly begin to advance on your group (standing 50 ft away, behind the dais). As they close in, the intense heat they radiate starts to take on almost a physical presence." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern lookes confusedly between the two weapons, frantically trying to decide on which to use. Finally, her mind clicks, and she reaches out for the bigger one. Turning, she snarls and brandishes the rod on her hand, yelling a war-cry, then thunders toward the nearest fire-dwarf\n\n Tymora grant me luck! RrrrrrAAAAAARRRRR!!! " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Sorry lads, you are right, those ARNT AZERS. lets keep killing them!\"\n\nDraws back Bow again, and lets fly at another evil deamon\n\nOOC: How far away are they, and do I reconize them as either devils or demons, due to research on the demons?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk isn't sure exactly what plane these creatures are from, but it certainly isn't this one. Demon, devil, or \"other\"? All he knows is that they don't belong here.\n\nThokk and Fizahn both step back, reload, and fire again. The creature (#2) ducks and Thokk's arrow flies over its head. Fizahn's aim is true however and his bolt strikes the creature in the chest. Once again, though, the arrow immolates on contact and turns to ash.\n\nElthan blasts his target (creature #3) with another pair of magtic missiles , and it falls.\n\nTaern charges, leaping across the dais, swinging the rod like a club. Creature #4 intercepts Taern, blocking her frenzied blows with its rock hard forearms. Taern's eyebrows and armor start to smoke from being in such close proximity to the creatures - it is almost like fighting the sun in hand to hand combat. The creatures move to attack her, but their movements are slow and clumsy. She dodges their claws easily, but the intense heat is almost unbearable.\n\nLinda continues to call out in Celestial. Her words have no effect. Suddenly, a stray spark from the melee lands on her, and the hem of her white robe catches fire. She screams as she pats the flames out with her hands.\n\n\n\nOOC: There are now two creatures (#2 and #4) standing side-by-side. Taern has engaged both by herself. Thokk, Elthan, Linda, and Fizahn are 20 ft back on the other side of the dais. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "LOL! Usually, when you ready an action and attempt negotiations you release the attack at the first sign of negotiations fail-my mistake I didn't say so but still. OK, Linda will release the readied action (if still valid) and continue will MMs" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass get back and try to ingage them in ranged!\"\n\nSteps back and Fires another Shot at the evil thingies" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern, eyes red and skin scorched, ignores Thokk, but recognising her precarious position, jumps backwards, putting a few feet between her and the creatures and drops into a defensive stance. Warding off blows, she fumbles around with one hand, grasping for a blue-green vial.\n\n I've got to protect the others! If these demon-spawn get past me, the whole party will fall! \n OOC: Five foot step backwards, away from the \"demons\". Total defence action for AC of 19, move action to get a potion of Cure Light Wounds from pack. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone falls back slightly as the lava creatures continue to advance. Taern dodges and deflects their clumsy swipes as she readies a healing potion.\n\nA hail of missiles from Thokk, Fizahn, and Elthan fails to stop creature #2 as it lumbers forward.\n\nLinda fires magic missiles at creature #4. The pair of energy bolts swoops around Taern and arcs into the monster in a shower of sparks. It shrugs the damage off, however, and continues to swipe at Taern.\n\nThokk begins to feel more than a bit warm sealed inside his platemail. The hot metal sears him where it contacts his skin.\n\nLinda's robe continues to smolder, causing serious burns on her legs." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"ARG, damn beasties, to the forge with you!\"\n\nKeeps trying to pump arrows into the creatures" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, Fizahn, and Elthan stand with their backs to the wall and continue to fire at creature #2. One of their missiles strikes the creature squarely in the chest. A small gush of magma spills out before the bolt is turned to cinders. The creature roars in pain.\n\nTaern continues to harry both creatures, preventing them from closing with the archers and magic users in the back row. She calls out for Graevic to summon some aid, but she gets no response. She glances back and sees Graevic kneeling down next to the dais, completely uninvolved in the melee.\n\nTaern turns back to the fire creatures, her parries and counterblows keep the creatures from advancing, but her luck runs out when one of them gets a hold of her left arm. She cries out in pain as her armor sizzles. The creature refuses to let go, and the rest of the party watches in horror as her leather jerkin catches on fire. Taern collapses, still burning.\n\nLinda raises her hand to blast the creature holding Taern, but her magical energies have been depleted and her spell fizzles uselessly.\n\nThe relentless heat continues to take its toll on the party. If the battle is not finished soon, it is not clear that anyone will survive." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nQuickly taking one last pot shot at the injured Demon, then dropping bow and drinking potion of cure serious wounds\n\n\"HOLD ON LASSIE, IM COMMING FOR YE\"\n\nLooks over at Galvic\n\n\"What in the name of the sacred hammer ARE YOU DOING????? HELP US OUT\"\n\nOOC: How did Galvic decide he wanted to be roleplayed?" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda takes out a potion of cure light wounds and drinks it down immediately." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Taern!\"\n\nElthan looks at Taern, dropping his crossbow. He then starts chanting some mystical words, blood in his eyes(or in this case, lava).\n\nOOC: The dropping of the crossbow is a free action. He will then cast a magic missle at the fire-thingy next to Taern. After, he will run towards her. Next round he will take off his cloak and try to stop the fire. In the hypothetical(and very likely) senario that the fire monster is not dead, far from Taern or occupied fighting Thokk, he will throw his cloak on her and then pull her to safety. I would like to remind you at this point that its a cloak of friggin resistance, so don't you dare set it on fire." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk fires an arrow deep into creature #2, who cries out again and staggers backward a step or two. Fizahn's shot creases the monster without doing much damage.\n\nLinda quickly swallows a potion to boost her strength, but the furnace-like heat and her burns make her weak. She barely clings to consciousness.\n\nElthan throws his crossbow aside and blasts creature #4 with more magic missiles. It drops to the ground in a cloud of sparks and ash.\n\nCreature #2 steps over Taern's smoldering body and closes the gap to the back row. Thokk drops his bow and manages to raise his shield just in time to deflect one of the lava monster's blows.\n\nThokk gropes for a healing potion. Fizahn drops his crossbow and draws his rapier. Elthan dodges around the small lava creature to get to Taern. As he does so, he begins to whip off his cloak, hoping to put out the flames on her body. He can only hope he won't be too late ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ha, Ill destoy you yet you vile creature!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Time seems to stand still as each of you looks from Taern, lying helpless on the floor, to the last remaining lava creature, who appears to be significantly injured but still dangerous.\n\nThe actions you take at this moment might determine whether Taern lives or dies." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn \n \"TAERN!! Someone help her! Thokk and I will get rid of this monster! Thokk, move around so that you're behind it, I'll try to keep it distracted!\" \n\nFizahn readies himself to move into Thokk's spot and readies his rapier to parry incoming attacks.\n\nOOC: Fizahn's going to try to keep the monster occupied with him, but he can't hurt it with his melee attack, so he's going to be in full defense mode." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach lad, You sneak that thing as hard as you can, Ill keep it from hurting her\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan removes his cloak, feeling immediately the blast of heat (that the cloak had partially shielded him from) emanating from the monster. He kneels at Taern's side and throws his cloak over her motionless body. Smothering the flames as best he can, he tries not to gag at the smell of her burning flesh. He empties his waterskin over her for good measure. He leans down, close to her face ... Thank the gods, she still breathes!\n\nThokk downs a healing potion while Fizahn moves forward to harry the remaining lava beast. Fizahn distracts the creature while Thokk maneuvers around behind it to both flank the creature and to shield Elthan and Taern from any additional attacks.\n\nThokk bends over to pick up the black serpentine staff that Taern had been using to fight the beast. The lava monster, realizing it is now flanked, spins around and claws at Thokk, causing searing wounds and setting his backpack ablaze.\n\nMeanwhile, Linda, fighting to stay conscious, uncorks another healing potion and drinks it down greedily. She immediately feels strong enough to stand up, but she hesitates, unsure what she can do to help her friends.\n\n\nOOC: The lava monster is flanked - Fizahn on one side, Thokk on the other. Linda stands behind Fizahn. Elthan and Taern are kneeling/lying behind Thokk. Thokk's backpack is on fire. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Fizan, STRIKE HIM NOW!\"\n\nThokk uses the total defenseive action to keep from getting hurt withouth a weapon. He also shurgs off his backpack if able.\"\n\n\"Elthan, hand me the staff that the lassie was using!\"\n\n\n\n\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n I wonder... \nLinda immediately starts casting a minor spell still unsure of if it will help.\n\n\nOOC: Create Water-trying to conjure a downpour on the burning creature. It is a cantrip and I still have 3 of those." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn looks at his rapier and says a short prayer for it before stabbing at the demon/devil/really evil thingy." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Hold on Taern!\"\n\nOOC: Elthan will try to give Taern a cure moderate wound potion." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk grabs the black rod and prepares to defend himself against the lava monster, but after Fizahn pricks it in the ass with his rapier, the creature whirls around and swipes at the gnome who ducks away, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck get singed.\n\nLinda waves her hands and calls out, producing a brief shower of rain inside the chamber. The raindrops hiss and evaporate in puffs of steam as they contact the lava monster, but the drizzle does put out the fire on Thokk's back, preventing him from taking further damage.\n\nMeanwhile, Elthan gently administers a healing potion to Taern. As the liquid dribbles into her mouth, her open burns begin to heal over, and she opens her eyes.\n\n\nOOC: Sorry for my absence. Internet connection problems prevented me from posting this weekend. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Now, to the Pits with you!\"\n\nBaseball swings AWAY!" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan, seeing that Taern is alive, turns around and starts casting a spell.\n\nOOC: Cool, I have a 1st level spell left, magic missle away!" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing that her conjured rain has reduced the heat somewhat Linda will repeat the spell so that her friends don't catch fire again (hopefully)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Ha! That's right demon! Kill me!\" \n\nFizahn stabs the demon again while in partial defense." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"HAHAHAHA, Lets Bring this thing DOWN!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk clubs the lava beast across the back of its head while Fizahn pokes and prods it with his rapier. It is Elthan's magic missiles, however, that finally drop the monster.\n\nThe four creatures' bodies cool rapidly, and Linda's rain shower quickly turns their ashen remains into a gray mud. The rain also washes the soot from your faces and cools your bodies.\n\nThe room is silent except for the falling raindrops as everyone catches his or her breath ...\n\n clap, clap, clap \n\n\"Bravo, adventurers! Those poor magmin didn't stand a chance!\"\n\nGraevic stands up from beside the dais, picking up a bright red egg-shaped gem and slipping it into one of his pockets. He smiles at you as he draws his scimitar ..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern smiles shakily at Graevic\n\nWhat... what's the scimitar for? And why didnt you... fight? Did you see an evil spirit?\n\nLooks around worridly" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Indeed.\"\n\nNotices he didnt fight and how he took the egg\n\n\"Hrm, that was a very nice gem. Very nice indeed. Maybe you should put away your little dagger and let me hold onto it and explain why you didnt help us fight.\"\n\nReadies an action to Throw Alchemists fire, and then partial charge and attacked if needed\n\n\"Hey, anyone have a potion to heal, or spells left? Im a little dinged up." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n I think that Master Graevik here let us do the dirty job and he takes the reward-or at least some of it-right? What I don't understand is why you didn't help us-with your help we'd win easily and you could take that gem if you wished. Unless, ofcourse, this gem is more than it appears to be and you planned to kill us all along. Even so, I don't think we should resolve to violence. A life is more valuable than treasure-wether it is our own or sb else's. If the others agree as well I have no problem with you leaving with it-I was never too fond of treasure. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Come now Graevic, there's no need to get violent about this. I've seen a vast amount of gems in my day, but I would like to see one so amazing that you would risk death in a fight where you're outnumbered five to one against your former companions. I think we should at least be able to see what you'd risk fighting us for.\" \n\nFizahn moves up next to Thokk.\n\n \"If you really do want to fight, you should know that we won't go easy on you and that Thokk's-\" Fizahn pats Thokk on the back.* \"-sword won't melt against your flesh.\" \n\nFizahn whispers to Thokk. \"There is a chance that the gem is corrupting him.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Right lad, rethink what you are doing. Remember, we all worked and fought together. Try not to do anything stupid\n\nOOC: Diplomacy check, trying to recall comradelyness between him and our lovely party. I sugest the rest of you also make Diplomacy checks" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic looks down at his hands and his scimitar.\n\n\"I think I like this body. So young. So strong.\"\n\nHe looks up and almost sneers at your battered, scorched appearances.\n\n\"Step aside, fools. It has been a long time since I have killed anyone, but I believe that I still remember how it is done.\"\n\nHis accent is strange and hard to place." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan looks confused, then amazed. \"No, I don't beleive it!\" He then goes for his crossbow.\n\nOOC: If the dude doesn't react, Elthan will then load it and go with Thokk and Fizahn." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nConfused and bewildered, Taern takes a slow look around the room before looking back to Graevic\n\nWho are you going to kill? There's no enemies here. There's only.... us....\n\nA look of horrified comprehension spreads across her face, then she gives a shaky smile\n\nThis is a joke, right? A silly, funny joke? Right?\n\n Wrong \n\nTaern shakily gropes for her bow as she achingly stands" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Stupid immortal spirits, always possessing other people! We'll stop you, Sethra is it? Or are you a different spirit? We really don't have a choice Thokk...\" Fizahn points his rapier at Graevic/Sethra/Evil-spirit-possessed-former-companion. \"We have to defeat him...\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Taern, an Evil Spirit is trying to take hold of Galvic. The only way we can free Galvic is make enough holes in his body for the spirit to fall out.\"\n\n I hope this works \n\n\"Galvic, or whoever you are, last chance for you to get out and get lost. Otherwise, you loose whatever hold you have on the material world\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic (or whoever seems to be possessing Graevic) laughs.\n\n\"Dwarf, would you so hastily draw your friend's blood? If you kill this vessel, I can always find another, but where will your friend Graevic's soul go if this body is destroyed?\n\n\"Let me pass. I have no quarrel with any of you. It is Sarloc blood I desire. I vowed to rid the world of his kin, and now you've given me a second chance.\"\n\nAs he speaks, Graevic moves forward slowly until he is standing next to the bones of Sarloc. He places one booted foot on Sarloc's skull.\n\n\"He thwarted me once, but he'll not interfere again. I swear to you now on his bones that I shall see the last of his bloodline die by my hands.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Ummm.... Linda, isn't the necromancer Sethra? I think that the bard is Sarloc...\" \n\nFizahn looks at Graevic/Sethra/Demon-possessed-former-companion.\n\n \"Why do you want to hunt down all of Sarloc's heirs? How would you even know who was his heir? And we can get you a better body to possess than Graevic's. If that gem is really how you possess people, then it would be easy. We could sell you, the gem, to a noble, and after you're done using all his wealth and power, you could have a pick from anyone in his private army to further your whims... It would be much easier than using Gravic, who's practically unknown and broke.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Damn-wasn't paying attention :-[" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nAn evil spirit?! You guys should have listened to me.\n\nfrowning deeply in concentration, she fumbles in her pack for a torch with green, crackling flames and an ornate plume from some exotic bird\n\nBoldly (and foolishly) she steps forward and booms out in authoritative tones of Elvish\n\n Spirit, I draw you out with this purifying flame! Leave the body of my friend, it is not him you want! Leave him and begone, for this world is not your world. Your defeat is near and.. uhh... uhh... \n\nthinks for a moment\n\n Oh! And your doom will follow. Body be cleansed by this flame, and walk free of posession once more! \n\nWith the final words, she crosses the torch and the feather and closes her eyes tightly, obviously waiting for some brilliant magical effect." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Whoever you be, I have a certain vendetta against possesors. It is tradition that it is better for those that are possessed to die then to further evil and perverted dreams. But, we do not know who you are. Hence you have the chance to explain or we will simply make sure your gem is not found for a long, long time. Or, even better, we will smash the gem.\"\n\nLooks to Fizan\n\n\"He makes a point. Now explain, if you will\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic looks amused as Taern performs her exorcism. \"Ouch!\" he offers, sarcastically.\n\n\"A tradition, you say, dwarf? I can see how you might feel that way, but I suspect that Graevic might feel otherwise.\"\n\nHe begins walking toward the exit.\n\n\"Oh, and thanks for the offer of help, gnome, but I believe that I will be able to manage just fine without your assistance. In return for the help you have given me so far, I leave you with your small little lives. Farewell!\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Oh no you dont, evil spirit. Us Torminsons have more drastic measures for pesky possessors!\n\n OOC: How far away is Graevic? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Your group is gathered near the exit and Graevic is only about 20 ft away, walking slowly towards you. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nReadies an action to attack as soon as he steps into my threatened area\n\n\"I would suggest you not go by untill you at least answer some questions, Sethra. At least tell why you must destroy Sarloc's kin, and on a more personal note, what do you know of the denizens of the lower plains?\"\n\nOOC: Ready an action, so if he steps into my area I get two free attacks on him, one AoO and one regular for ready. Im going to try and talk to him to stall him, pickpocket or mage hand if you can. I think he is using the magic jar spell." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic/Sethra continues to walk slowly toward your group as he speaks ...\n\nHe tells a tale of two young boys who grew up in the Unapproachable East. They were friends at first, then rivals, as both demonstrated aptitude in the arcane arts.\n\nBoth apprenticed in ancient Thay (not yet the Red Wizard magocracy you know today). Their rivalry might have remained a friendly one had not both of them fallen in love with the same woman.\n\nShe chose Sarloc over Sethra, and her fate was sealed. She and two of her children died in an augmented fireball. Sarloc decided that the only way to protect his remaining son was to hunt down Sethra and end things once and for all.\n\nSarloc almost succeeded. Sarloc's three companions were killed, but Sarloc managed to kill Sethra - or so he thought. At the last minute, Sethra was able to magic jar himself into the hidden Fire Opal. From the gem, he attacked Sarloc's spirit, and Sarloc, weakened from the battle, felt his soul slipping away.\n\nIn a final act of defiance, Sarloc plunged his own dagger into his heart, killing himself, thereby depriving Sethra of any body to transfer into.\n\nSethra's spirit remained trapped in the Fire Opal for centuries. Hatred and a thirst for revenge growing in his disembodied heart. You felt his mental prodding earlier before the battle with the magmin. It was Graevic's body that Sethra successfully possessed.\n\nHis tale told, Graevic/Sethra now stands by the doorway, surrounded by your entire party. Thokk blocks his way, and he is flanked by Taern and Elthan on his right and Linda and Fizahn on his left. You are all 10 ft away from him.\n\nHe seems remarkably unconcerned that your group forms a circle around him. It occurs to Fizahn that maybe he has you right where he wants you ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Scramble! We're easy prey for a fireball!\" \n\nFizahn breaks rank and heads toward Sethra, baring his rapier." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nThat's a really sad story, but still no reason to posess our friend.\n\nTaern drops the torch and the feather\n\nNow like old Rychtin said, \"If ye can't will it out, it's yer bound duty te force it out!\"\n\nWith those words, Taern leaps on Graevic, attempting to grab his arms and wrestle him to the ground.\n\n OOC Sethra gets an AoO. If it hits, the process is aborted. (AC 15)\n\nTaern's melee touch attack: +7 (flanking)\n-If that hits, we're (almost) grappling\n\nOpposed grapple checks. Taern: +5\n\nIf Taern is not hit by the AoO, hits the touch attack, and wins the opposed grapple check, Sethra takes 1d3+2 nonlethal damage, can only cast spells without a stomatic component with a Concentration check (DC 20+Spell level) " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a roar, Taern lunges at Graevic, shooting in and underhooking both of his arms. He struggles, but Taern quickly ducks under his left arm and gets Graevic in a painful \"chicken wing\" armlock.\n\nFizahn also closes in, rapier en pointe, but his keen eyes spot something concerning. Graevic is wearing two rings, one made of reddish iron and one made of gold, that he wasn't wearing before descending into the crypt. Fizahn shouts out a warning, but it is too late ...\n\nA dense bluish-black fog oozes outward from Graevic's right hand, quickly engulfing everyone within 20 ft. Not only does the thick fog hamper sight and movement, it burns on contact.\n\nTaern hangs on, her eyes sqeezed shut. Thokk gets a lungful of the gas and coughs uncontrollably. Linda, already weakened by the fight with the magmin, collapses outright.\n\n\nOOC: We're still in the first round. Thokk gets either a move OR an action. Fizahn and Elthan can act normally. Everyone's move is limited to 5 ft however. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " THokk \n\n\"Ach, bad choice Taern! Worse choice Foul Necromancer!\"\n\nThokk will take a step to the side, and draw his bow" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nARRGGH!!\n\nDamn you, spirit! Make it go away or I break your little neck! Make it stop!\n\nTaern attempts to grab ahold of Graevic's head with one hand and snatch the rings off of his hand with her other hand." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"LINDA!\" \n\nFizahn grabs Linda's arm and hoists her over his shoulder, while running as fast as he can out of the fog." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda is too heavy for Fizahn to pick up, so he simply grabs her wrist and drags her out of the fog. Elthan likewise backs out of the thick mist. The fog clings like a thick soup, but they break free, gasping and coughing. Linda, though unconscious, still clutches her staff in her hand, which provides the only illumination in the room. Elthan and Fizahn kneel over Linda protectively and watch the fog closely for any signs of Taern and Thokk ...\n\nDeep in the heart of the mist, Taern grapples desperately with Graevic. She pins him to the ground with his left hand twisted around behind his back. His scimitar clatters away harmlessly from his right hand as he struggles to stand. Taern peels his fingers open and begins to tug at the gold ring. She almost has the ring off ... so close ... so ... close ...\n\nThokk staggers backward into the entranceway. Moving in the fog feels like wading through molasses, and the acid burns his skin and eyes and sears his lungs. Thokk draws his bow and blocks the exit with his stocky frame. \"Over my dead body,\" he thinks to himself as consciousness slips away ..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan resuscitates Linda with a healing potion. Her eyes flutter open, \"What happened?\" She looks around, \"Where are Thokk and Taern?\"\n\nFizahn looks at the dense acid fog. \"I ... I don't think they made it ...\"\n\nIt takes another minute for the fog to disperse. When it does and the doorway becomes visible again, there is no sign of Graevic, Taern, or Thokk." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"We gotta get out of here, I doubt very much that they're still in the crypt!\" \n\nFizahn starts heading toward the doorway.\n\n \"Once we get out, if we still haven't found them, we can talk to Oden to see if he has anything that can help us find them. If he doesn't, then we'll talk to every single villager to see if they've seen anyone that looks like Taern, Thokk, or Graevic.\" \n\nOOC: I assume you'll be communicating with McMouse and Sacreddeamon by private post, while we play here, so our actions aren't influenced by what really happened to them, unless they do have to draw up new characters..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n I agree we need to leave the crypt-but carefully. I am out of magic spells and we are both badly hurt. Let's go. " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Alright, let's move out then.\" He grabs his shortspear and moves towards the door." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Once the fog has cleared, Linda, Fizahn, and Elthan limp out of the main chamber, back into the long hallway. (They make sure that they've secured the items they had recovered from the skeletons; however, any fancy burials or ceremonies for the ancient corpses will have to wait for another day.)\n\nThey cautiously backtrack to the round room at the bottom of the vertical shaft. All is silent, but Linda's staff illuminates the small room revealing two bodies lying face down on the floor. One is Thokk. The other is Taern.\n\nThere is no sign of Graevic, and the rope you had used to descend from the surface crypt is nowhere to be found." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nHe runs towards the bodies and checks Thokk and Taern for life signs.\n\nIf they don't have any: \"Damn you Sethra!!!! I swear that I will hunt you for as long as I live!!!!!\"\n\nIf they are still alive, he will attempt a heal check or something." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Are they okay? I kinda left my rope and grappling hook up with my horse... Any suggestions on how we get out of here?\" \n\nFizahn walks over toward the bodies and blankly stares up the hole." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan rushes over and turns over the bodies gently. Their lips are blue and their faces have already assumed the waxy pallor of the dead.\n\nElthan bows his head in regret, a vow of revenge on his lips.\n\nSuddenly, Thokk's lips move. The voice Elthan hears is not Thokk's however. The voice is recognizable as Graevic's yet not Graevic's. The strange accented voice intones a parting message:\n\n\"I am a man of my word, so I leave you with your small and worthless lives. Cross me again and you will surely die.\"\n\nThe magic mouth fades and Thokk's mouth is his own again. Both Thokk and Taern are barely breathing, but they are alive.\n\nFizahn looks up the empty shaft in dismay. Elthan has been carrying some silk rope, but it probably isn't long enough to reach the top even if there were a way to get the rope up the shaft.\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern and Thokk have been stabilized at -8 HP each. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay, the way I see it, we have five major problems...\nNumber one: Sethra. He is an evil-hearted demon who would kill someone just because they liked someone else better than him...\nNumber two: Sethra. He is extremely powerful, and there is no way we can stand up to him...\nNumber three: Taern and Thokk. They are both very hurt, and we are out of healing items and spells...\nNumber four: This crypt. We're stuck and there's no way out of here that we can find.\nNumber five: Taern and Thokk. Neither of them are in any way fit for exploration, and we need to find a way out of here...\nI would also like to add a sixth, and say that Sethra may have taken my horse and/or pony...\" \n\nFizahn looks forlornly up into the hole, looking for a ladder or something." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nIf I have regained conscioiuness\n\n\"Lad, carefull, rope in backpack...\"\n\nIf not, I cant really say anything" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nLinda is relieved to see that Taern and Thokk are alive but tries to stay pragmatic:\n The way I see it master Fizahn our situation is not so dire:\nWe all survived where we could have all died a horrible death.\nThe crypt seems empty and we're safe for the time being.\nSethra is back but his body is not his own-his powers are limited to what Graevic can do. I think that the spell he cast was only through an item-we still have time to stop him before he gets ressurected fully. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Thokk is not conscious, but even if he is mumbling in his sleep, he has forgotten that his rope was the one you originally used to climb down the shaft. It seems to be missing now. To my knowledge, only Elthan thought ahead and carried rope down into the crypt. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nMumble Mumble rope\n\nOOC: Oops" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Linda, aren't spells just set motions of your hands or words that you recite out of a book? If he gets his spell book back, couldn't he cast any spell that he could before? You were never unable to cast spells because you'd grown an inch overnight, were you? This is merely a growth spurt, or detraction, for him. He is still human, he just changed height, weight, and physical build a bit, similar to what people go through while they're still growing. So it's logical, that he still knows how to cast his spells and can cast them, if he has his spell book and components for it, which were probably both hidden in his room and were retrieved while we were fighting the magmin... How else do you explain the magic mouth on Thokk?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nMumble Mumble Mage Hand?\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Don't worry about getting out of here, I've got that covered, we should worry about keeping Thokk and Taern alive.\"\n\nOOC:Are they stable? If they are, then Elthan suggests we rest, if not, he will suggest that anybody with healing abilities tend to their wounds." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Taern and Thokk are stable.\n\nI advise against staying in the crypt overnight. For one thing, you probably don't have food or beds. Also, it is one thing to explore a necromancers crypt at high noon, and another thing completely to hang out after the sun goes down ... " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"We should get out of here now.\" Elthan takes out a scroll from his belt. \"I can make anyone here fly for a couple of minutes, but it should be the strongest one since he could carry Thokk and Taern while they are unconscious. Unfortunately, those two are the strongest ones. We could simply go tie a rope like we had done, but its going to be hard to carry two bodies while climbing up the rope.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Mumble Mumble tie a bowline Mumble Have Fizan stay at the bottom Mumble Rest lift us up Mumble\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Unfair discrimination against gnomes! No one listen to the mumbling unconscious dwarf!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan is the strongest of you at the moment, and so he casts fly on himself. Unfortunately, Linda, Thokk, and Taern prove too heavy for him to lift. Only Fizahn is light enough for Elthan to carry.\n\nThe two of them ascend to the upper crypt, where they find that Graevic has cut Thokk's rope free from the log. The hemp rope is nowhere to be seen.\n\nTo make matters worse, when Elthan and Fizahn exit the crypt into the blinding noontime sunlight, they find that Graevic has scattered the party's horses.\n\nIt takes them almost an hour to retrieve the horses (and Fizahn's pony). They are able to retrieve more rope from their saddlebags - Fizahn's 50 ft of silk rope and Taern's 100 ft of hemp rope, but the fly spell has expired, so some way needs to be found to retrieve Linda, Thokk, and Taern from down below." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nUsing the newly found lengths of ropes, Elthan makes a new way up by tying the rope to the closest, most stable thing he can find.\n\nOOC: Actually, he leaves Fizahn to the rope tiying since he is more skilled at it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan and Fizahn secure the hemp rope onto the tree trunk and drop the other end to Linda who has been patiently waiting below with Thokk and Taern.\n\nLinda could climb up, but obviously neither Thokk nor Taern will be able to." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nAfter a few moments of thought Linda says to the others:\n Fizahn, can you climb down and tie securely the rope to Taern? I was never good with ropes. Then, with Taern tied to its end we two will climb up again and the three of us will haul Taern up. Then we will untie her, throw the rope back down and you will clib down again and tie up Thokk. You'll come up and the three of us will trie to haul him up. I do hope the dwarf hasn't eaten too much today. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I think that that's a good idea.\" \n\nFizahn says as he climbs down the rope.\n\n \"But I think that just you and Elthan should haul Taern up, and that I should stay down here to make sure nothing happens to Thokk... and maybe remove some of his armor.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is mid afternoon by the time the three of you are able to retrieve Taern and Thokk.\n\nFizahn's hands are rubbed raw from climbing up and down the hemp rope and tying countless knots.\n\nThere was also a delay when it turned out that Thokk was too heavy to lift while in armor. Fizahn had the pleasant task of \"undressing\" Thokk - even then, Elthan and Linda were barely able to pull him up.\n\nThokk's armor and the recovered gear are the last things to be pulled up.\n\nFinally, your mounts are loaded up with Thokk and Taern slung on the backs of their horses. Aholoh, Graevic's badger, appears just before you ride off (from wherever he was hiding). He growls sadly, then waddles off into the Wetwood.\n\nYou ride slowly so as not to jostle your friends too much so it is dusk by the time you FINALLY arrive back at Oden Homm's estate. He comes out to greet you with a smile on his face, but when he sees how battered you are, the smile vanishes.\n\n\"What happened?\" Looking at Taern and Thokk, he asks, \"Are they alive? Where's Graevic?\"\n\nHe calls for help and several workers gently carry Thokk and Taern into the house.\n\nThe rest of you all but collapse once you have reached safety. It takes nearly a week of good food and rest before everyone feels back to normal. Fortunately, aided by magical healing, Thokk and Taern make full recoveries.\n\n...\n\nOnce again, you find yourselves gathered around the large table, surveying a variety of weapons, armor, and items that you have recovered from the Wetwood.\n\n\nOOC: Check OOC thread for a wrap up. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I would like to find Aholoh and question him on Graevic's former life, to see if the badger knew his parents, so we can tell them the news...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn, being hardy like all of his folk and being only moderately injured, made a rapid recovery and made a couple of trips back to the Wetwood while Thokk and Taern continued to mend.\n\nOn one visit, he found Aholoh, thin and sad, keeping vigil over the old barrow.\n\nFizahn brought the badger back with him to Oden Homm's. Now the badger sits on the table amongst the different items you had recovered.\n\n\"So who here speaks badger?\" inquires Oden wryly." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I do!\" \n\nFizahn uses speak with burrowing mammals , and asks the badger if it is aware of what happened to Graevic." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nAs the days slip by, Taern sits in introspective silence, first in bed, then in a comfortable chair. She sleeps a lot and doesn't say a word. She seems to be thinking long and hard. Finally, on the fifth day, she rises and goes outside with her axe, silently practicing endless stances, swings, parrys, and cuts in the air against invisible opponents. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and her movements are meticulous, if slow. She spends the rest of the day practicing her axecraft before falling deep asleep.\n\n-----------------\n\nOn the sixth day, Taern spends her time pouring through the library, sifting through tomes and books. Anyone who's interested notices several books about dragons or having to deal with the draconic language." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Upon returning to Oden's house Linda goes to her room and collapses in her bed sleeping for almost two days. She spends the next day in the bath, removing all the dirt from her and her clothes. She goes on lying lazily on her bed for several more days only coming down for breakfast. The last two days you hear blasts coming out of Linda's room and she insists on not being disturbed. At the seventh day she comes down, having fully recovered from the perils of the adventure. She comes where the group gathers to discuss the recent events with Oden but waits for the others to speak first. She seems to be struggling with herself about something." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn consults with Aholoh. The badger saw Graevic emerge from the shaft, but immediately sensed that something was wrong with his master. The badger stayed in hiding and saw Graevic remove the hemp rope, scatter the horses, then head back to the main road on horseback. More than that the badger can not say.\n\n...\n\nAfter a week of careful examination and judicious use of detect magic and identify you have the following items laid out on the table:\n\n Items from Sethra's crypt \n\na cloak of elvenkind\nbracers of armor +2\ngauntlets of archery +1\na ring of feather fall\nan adamantium breastplate\na dagger +2\nchainmail +2\n\n Items \"looted\" from the other crypt \n\na small, black lacquered chest (still unopened)\na brooch of shielding\nan amulet of natural armor\nan elemental (water) gem (sort of claimed by Thokk already)\n\nThe silver chalice and the black pearl were exchanged in town for a string of a dozen white pearls that were used in casting the multiple identify spells. Furthermore, the black staff turned out to be a rod of the viper that Oden Homm immediately insisted on destroying due to its evil nature.\n\nThe rest of the items and equipment are yours to divide." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan spent his time recovering from the minor wounds he received in the crypt, and discusing with Oden the events that took place in the crypt. He spoke of what was to be done(and maybe searched the library for more information about Sethra and Sarloc's descendants). Most of his free time was spent in the library, searching about Sethra, Sarloc, or just reading book that cought his eye." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"All I am really wanting are this amulet, brooch and shielding, and this delightful gem...\"\n\nStares into Gem\n\n\"Just out of curiosity, we should open up the box and see whats inside it\"\n\nOOC: I cant really take anything else. I dont need the armor, being that my current Full Plate is better. Bracers of armor would be better for our local sorc. Fizan should take the cloak to help him hide. Gauntlets of archery to whoever is going to be our archer. Anyone else have any suggestions to how we break the items up?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While everyone is examining the different items and debating whether to keep or sell them, Thokk fiddles with the black lacquer box (about the size of a large jewelery box). Before anyone can warn him not to, he opens the latch and lifts the lid ...\n\nFortunately, there are no explosions or other traps (as best anyone can tell). The box appears to be lead lined, thus resistant to magical investigation. Inside the box are a few dozen engraved copper discs. The discs are too large to be just copper coins; they look more like medallions perhaps." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nIn a strange ceremoy, to say the least, Taern takes the melted, blasted haft of her axe and builds a small fire outside. She tosses the haft of the axe in and chants some words under her breath in Elvish. When the haft is reduced to nothing more than a few bits of twisted metal, she kicks the fire out and buries the ashes.\n\nThen she rises and jogs into town. About four hours later, she returns with a large sword and three spears thrust into her leather harness to the back. She also has a smaller sword in a sheath to her side, opposite her dagger.\n\nWhen she sees the metal discs, she immediately pokes through them, examining them closely." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thok \n\n\"Hrm, very interesting...\"\n\nOOC: Quick appraise check, with the +2 bonus i get for being a dwarf" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn spends most of the first day exploring the swamp (as DR mentioned), but after he comes back with Aholoh, he spends much of his time conversing with the badger about Graevic's former life before he met the party and trying to convey to Aholoh what happened to Graevic. As soon as it is found out that it is a Cloak of Elvenkind, Fizahn immediately puts it on, and won't hear anyone else's claims for it if they had any. He also claims the Ring of Feather Fall, claiming that he is \"the most likely of us to be thrown off a cliff.\" Fizahn also takes great offense when the dagger is mentioned and asks whether \"any of you morons have ever seen a short sword before?\" he takes the dagger because \"only someone who first knows what a weapon is can wield it correctly.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The badger is simple minded and has some trouble grasping the idea of Graevic being not-Graevic but still somehow Graevic. In the course of their daily conversations, however, Aholoh seems to have bonded a bit with Fizahn, and the badger can be seen faithfully following around the gnome like a faithful dog.\n\nTaern and Thokk elbow each other as they poke around the copper medallions. Thokk judges that each is probably worth only two copper pieces each (due to their large size). Each disc appears to have a different engraving - stylized stick figures depicting people, groups of people, or creatures (some mundane, some fantastical)." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn looks over at Thokk and Taern examining the copper coins and goes over there. He takes one of the coins and examines it closely (search check to see if there's anything he can make out beyond what Thokk and Taern saw, hidden letters, runes etc.).\n\n \"First, we have to take inventory and group them by their pictures using various columns, the type of being on one side, and the number of beings at the top. Type of beings shouldn't be grouped too specifically, I'm suggesting four basic categories, gnome, gnome-oids, mundane animals, and fantastical animals. The numbers are just normal, one, two, three, etc. Once we have these organized, we can break it down into subcategories on gnome-oids, mundane creatures, and fantastical creatures, looking for a pattern. If no pattern can be found, we should go auction a few off, to see if someone finds a hidden value in them.\" \n\nHaving said his piece, Fizahn idly pulls out his dagger and starts tossing it up in the air and catching it." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern shrugs and grins, setting the coins down and watching idly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Fizahn begins organizing the medallions, Taern drops the ones she was examining back onto the table. One falls off the edge and rolls out the doorway into the adjacent room.\n\nA moment later, from that room, an inhuman screech pierces your ears and curdles your blood." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nassuming I am wearing no armor and no weapon is available\n\n\"What in Moradins Beard was that?\"\nRushes into the room\n\nAssuming I have some armor/Weapon\n\n\"What in Moradins Beard was that?\"\nRushes into the room" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn continues to organize the medallions, but with his dagger in his hand.\n\n \"Taern, will you please either find the medallion you dropped, or, if you can't, tell me what picture was on it. I think that this tells us they're obviously magical, and that we shouldn't sell them...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk rushes into the next room, his sword drawn.\n\nA foul smelling harpy cries out and beats her wings, knocking over furniture and knicknacks. She looks as surprised to be there as anyone else." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nHearing the screeching sound Linda walks after Thokk carefully and urges the others to follow her. She stays behind Thokk at a safe distance from anything that might be of any danger. Upon seeing the beast she immediately prepares to cast a spell if it makes any offencive moves.\n\n\nOOC: Ready action: Magic Missile. Will stay off the front line if possible." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan follows Linda into the room. He will try to cast detect magic, directed at the beast.\n\nOOC: Looking for conjuration aura from a summoning spell." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nyells to the Harpy\n\"Ach, Go back from whence you came, or prepare to taste my blade!\"\n\nwhisper to Taern\n\"Lass, get ready to out sing that oversized bird if it tries anything\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern starts, obviously shocked\n\nUhh... uhh... I think the coin I uhh.. dropped had a picture of a bird on it... maybe...\n\nTaern gropes around for something to throw, then remembers that she just bought two new sets of weapons for this precise reason and draws her shortsword." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The harpy beats her wings and screeches menacingly, but she keeps her distance from you.\n\nElthan studies the creature while the rest of you ready weapons and spells.\n\nThe beast does detect as magical (no surprise), but Elthan's brow furrows as he continues concentrating on the harpy, something isn't right ..." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nFrowning in surprise... \"The harpy, it's not radiating conjuration, it's radiating an illusion aura...\" Elthan says, directed at Linda. He still continues to focus on the aura \"It's not dangerous, unless it's some sort of very powerful illusion...\"\n\nOOC: I would like to know the strength of the aura." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nShudders\n\n\"Ach! Not another Illusion! I really dont like this... Zaldu eren katchpa Moradin grualupa\"\nIn Dwarven, May the Light of Moradins Forge protect me" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"I think we should wait and see what the creature will do, but I would still stay alert and be ready.\" Elthan continues to concentrate on the creature.\n\nOOC: Still waiting for the strenght of the aura." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The harpy herself strongly detects as an illusion . In addition, however, Elthan detects a faint aura of illusion radiating from the coin Taern dropped, which is lying in the middle of the floor.\n\nThe harpy continues to flap her wings and screech, but she makes no move to attack.\n\n\n\nOOC: Is everyone's character updated? Let me know in the OOC thread if your character is ready for me to look over. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Aha! The coin!\"\n\nThokks walks over and tries to pick up the coin" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn walks into the room right as Thokk moves toward the coin.\n\n \"Don't touch the coin Thokk! I am in the middle of observing the effects of dropping them and you might interrupt the process of science! Just tell me what the picture on it is, if you can see it. Do not disturb the coin! We have no idea what would happen, if you did it might cause the harpy to attack you, for example. Elthan, tell me everything you find out from your magic. Tell me if this coin radiates magic.\" \n\nFizahn holds up one of the medallions. (if any had gnomes on them, that's the one he holds up, preferably two, but if not, he'll hold up one with two humanoids)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan examines the medallion held by Fizahn. \"Yes, that disc radiates faint illusion magic as well.\"\n\nThokk pays no heed to Fizahn's warning and instead snatches up the coin Taern had dropped from the floor. Instantly, the harpy dissolves into a shower of scintillations. The foul harpy stench likewise dissipates.\n\n\"Hmmm.\" Thokk turns the coin over to examine both sides. There is no engraving; the medallion is totally blank." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nSince I'm still concentrating on my detect magic spell, I aim it at the totally blank disc to see if it still radiates magic." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"perhaps its power has been all used up...\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Indeed, as suspected by Thokk, the now-featureless copper disc has no magical aura.\n\n\n\nOOC: If we can wrap up the distribution of items IC, we can move on. Please let me know exactly which items your character claims. The rest will be sold I assume.\n\nSo far I have Thokk claiming the amulet of natural armor, the brooch of shielding, and the elemental (water) gem, and Fizahn claiming the cloak of elvenkind, the ring of feather fall, and the +2 dagger. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "OOC: Scatter the coins between our resident wizards so they can do something if their magic gets used up." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay, so, logically, if I drop this coin, two gnomes, similar to the ones depicted in the drawing would appear... Why not give it a try?\" \n\nFizahn tosses the coin onto the ground, picture side up. (unless someone tells him to stop)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn chooses a coin with two small humanoids drawn on it, then drops it on the floor.\n\nThe coin bounces a couple of times, then rolls to rest at Thokk's feet.\n\nNothing seems to happen. There is an awkward silence as you wait for something, anything, to appear. Nothing does.\n\nSomeone giggles." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Who laughed?\"\n\nlooks at the coin to see if the picture is still there" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Did it land picture side up? Elthan, is it still radiating an illusion aura?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The coin had landed picture side up (two small humanoids), but now the medallion is blank. Elthan can still detect faint illusion magic radiating from the disc.\n\nSomeone behind Thokk giggles again. Thokk whirls around, but now the giggling is coming from behind Elthan." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Hmm... A ventriloquism spell... Or something similar... I can see the usefulness of summoning a harpy, but what's the point of making a giggling sound behind someone...\" \n\nFizahn tosses his dagger into the air and catches it while pondering the situation.\n\n \"I suppose you could use it to make someone think someone is behind them... We need to figure out what all the coins do before we waste any more of them. Look at the back side and around the fringes for any clues as to whether it creates an illusion or a sound, such as a tiny depiction of an eye or ear, or perhaps some symbols.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nCarefully examies the disk without touching it, looking for markings and the like." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk crouches down, carefully inspecting the disc without touching it. The copper disc is featureless.\n\nFleeting laughter can be heard as well as occasional light footsteps. A pair of voices whispers back and forth - it is hard to make out the words however." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, I really not be liking this Illusion. Methinks we should leave it alone and see how long the trick lasts.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone backs slowly out of the room. The whispering and giggling continue unabated for quite a while.\n\nYou decide to break for lunch, leaving the coin on the floor of the parlor. Thankfully, the sounds don't move to the dining hall.\n\nAfter lunch, you quietly walk back to the doorway that leads to the adjacent parlor. At first you think that the sounds have finally faded away, but straining your ears, you realize that you can just make out faint snoring coming from the room ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Perhaps it is not simple ventriliquism after all, how long has the coin lain there?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay, okay, do I have to do everything around here? I'm going in to check it out, stay here and be quiet.\" \n\nFizahn carefully stalks to the door, easing it open as quietly as possible.\n\nOOC: Move silently, +9." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan looks intrigued by the sounds still being heard. \"Alright, we should all carfully examine the room, but be on your guard, we do not know what we are up against, if we are up against anything...\"\n\nOOC:You can't take 20 on a move silently, you can only take 20 when you have the time to repeat the action 20 times, and failling cannot have any negative effect." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn sneaks into the room, stepping over the blank copper coin. He follows the noise of the snoring over to a small chaise. Looking down he can see two faint depressions in the cushion. The snoring continues, though no creatures are visible.\n\n\n\nOOC: It has been over an hour since the noises first began. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nWhispering very quietly\n\n\"We Laddie, do you see anything?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn scratches his head for a second, before deciding on his course of action. He grabs one of the imprints on the cushions, and attempts to hold it there if he feels anything, calling to the others." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda is still interested in learning about this new magic but as her listening and sneaking skills are not that high she lets the rogue sort it.\n Hmm, perhaps we should ask master Oden of this. \nShe goes to Oden and asks in a wisper so as not to foil Fizahn's attempt to skean on the sound.\n\n Master Oden, do you know of this magic? I have not seen it before. Then again, I've never seen much of anything... \n\nOOC: Sorry, been busy for some time." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "[b]Thokk[/b\n\nStands in a Doorways and tries to stay low to the groud, covering as much area as possible and blocking the door. Whispering:\n\n\"Ach, now one be a good time to use the acursed ability of the damn drow, their Faerie Fire, to find this mystery creature\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern gets up from the table and sticks her head in the room once more, quickly scanning for any intuders.\n\n\"Maybe its... uhh... whatchamacallit... invibisul?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Taern you're a genius, why didn't I think of that? I'm just here on the chaise trying to pin down two things that I can't see, and all this time I thought they were visible!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn's hands wrap around an invisible torso. Loud cries and squeaking replace the snoring. The invisible creature wiggles and struggles, but it is no use.\n\nSuddenly, two pixies appear (dressed in simple tunics, pointy hats, and pointy shoes), one male, one female. Fizahn is holding the male, while the female stands on the cushion, indignantly gesturing at Fizahn and making threatening movements with a miniature short bow." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n We do not wish to harm you. We only want to know how you got here and why. Fizahn, can you please put them down? They are so delicate-try not to harm them. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nLaughing\n\"OHH HOO HOO! Little peoples caught napping after laughing at us! HA HA HA. I wonder if the lassie can even do anythign with her tiny bow.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"If I put them down, they'd just turn invisible again Linda. I don't think that that's a good idea. Elthan, or Linda, would you please check if they... Well they would after being invisible wouldn't they?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two sprites chatter away at you in what you presume is the sylvan tongue. The female pixie actually fires a few arrows at Fizahn, but they all fortunately miss, leaving miniature arrows sticking out of the seat cushion.\n\nOden Homm pokes his head into the room to see what is going on. He looks down at the coin on the floor and observes Fizahn interacting with the sprites for a few moments. \"Hmmm. A very interesting effect, similar to that of the cards in a Deck of Illusions ... I am sure these illusory creatures are harmless.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach,but if they are harmless, how is Fizan actually holding it? They must be solid Illusions, and hence real! Ach, this is why I be hatin' them. Let me see just how real the are!\"\n\nThokk runs over, picks up an arrow in the cushin, and tries to jab himself in the arm" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The miniature arrows dissolve into glittery dust when Thokk tries to jab himself with them.\n\nOden rubs his chin. \"They are merely figments, Sir Thokk, and have no ability to cause you harm.\"\n\nAt almost that exact moment, Fizahn squeezes the male pixie just a bit too hard, causing him to dissolve into a burst of sparkles, leaving only the female pixie, who redoubles her chattering, horrified at the \"death\" of her mate." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nExcited at the possibilities, Taern quickly goes to shift through the stack of coins\n\n\"Oh, wow! Is there a dragon? That'd be amazing, I've always wanted a dragon...\"\n\nShe stops and turns around\n\n\"Say, how long do they last? It's not much good to me if my dragon only lasts a few hours...\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n They seem to last for several hours-perhaps they're even permanent. Until you pick up the coin that is. I am grateful they were just illusions and not shadows-shadows are a sort of illusion that can really harm you. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ha, these really are interesting...\"\n\nOOC: How many disks are there, and what do they have on them?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Yeah, and as long as we don't tell anyone that they're harmless, they should be worth a lot more!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There are 28 copper discs remaining in the box.\n\nThe stick figures are mostly humanoid, some solitary, some in groups, some with weapons or exaggerated body features. Some engravings appear to be representations of horns or serpents or wings or claws. It is hard to predict exactly what illusion any given disc might produce." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"This could be usefull lads....Regardless, we have hung around long enough. We have to find Sarloc's kin and warn him, now\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's research has turned up a few possible leads.\n\nFirst of all, Sarloc indeed had a son that survived him. It has been many generations since Sarloc and Sethra fought in the underground crypt, but it is possible that a great, great, great, great (etc) descendant survives. If so, Sarloc's heir would be in great danger from the newly awakened Sethra/Graevic. Sarloc's family originally hailed from the Unapproachable East. Elthan's research suggests that Thesk or Aglarond might be a reasonable place to start looking for the heir, but those countries lie many leagues away across the Sea of Fallen Stars. A divination might help pinpoint the heir's location, but a divination plus travel across the sea would be an expensive proposition.\n\nA second possibility is that Sethra/Graevic is not yet at full power, and might be holed up temporarily trying to restore himself before going on the hunt for any living descendants of Sarloc. Elthan has found out that Sethra's primary base of operations used to be a hidden tower deep in the Orsraun Mountains. That tower was reportedly destroyed by Sarloc and his band of adventurers before Sethra retreated to the barrows in the Wetwood. If Sethra/Graevic is there and if the ruined tower can be found, then the whole \"vengeance unleashed\" business can be nipped in the bud without any need to track down any of Sarloc's descendants.\n\nFinally, there is always the possibility that Sarloc never left the Wetwoods. Aholoh has revealed to Fizahn that Graevic built several shelters in the Wetwoods that he used whenever he was in the area. Conceivably, Sethra might be taking advantage of the druidic information in Graevic's mind to use the Wetwoods as a hiding place while he regains his strength.\n\n\n\nOOC: Last chance to claim any of the items recovered from the barrows. The next time I post, I will report the amount of GP the group has to divvy up assuming that any unclaimed items have been sold for the best possible price. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach lads, I say we venture into the shelters young Galvic had made. They are the closest, and if nothing we have destoryed possible resting places for him\"\n\nOOC: I got all the items I need. Again, does the water gem do anything special that we know of?" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda thinks for a moment then agrees with Thokk\n Yes, this would be the easiest option-but would it be the wisest? I do not know. But I do know we're not ready to travel till Aglarond or face Sethra again yet. So Thokk's choice does seem the wisest as well. Let's go. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nYeah, that's right. Besides, he couldn'ta gone far, I almost crushed him to death.\n\nTaern mutters under her breath, then speaks to the group again\n\nI'll go get my stuff ready." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Using some of Oden Homm's connections, you were able to sell the unwanted equipment (the bracers of armor, the gauntlets of archery, the adamantium breastplate, and the magic chainmail) for gold and gems worth 12,000 gp.\n\nThose items were \"fairly\" gained (not grave stealing), so I assume that each of you will accept a share. If you reserve one share for Graevic, then each of you receives 2000 gp.\n\n\n\nOOC: Before heading back out to the Wetwoods, I will give everyone this one chance to equip their character for the next part of the adventure. Please post in the OOC thread or PM me exactly what items your character would like to purchase. Once you head out to the Wetwood, no more items can be added to your character sheets. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\"Ach, I be ready to head out into the wetlands\"\n\nOOC: Umm, didnt Linda want the Bracers of Armor?\nAlso, Can I have my Sword given a +1 as it is, due to the fact that it is already masterwork? I see no reason why it would not be, but if you say there are no people capable of enchanting it in the area..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: yeah, right. She does still want them. Can't stay with AC 9 can she?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Thokk can have his sword enchanted to +1. The cost is 2000 gp. Thokk's sheet needs to be updated to include items consumed or lost in the adventure so far (for example, the hemp rope that Graevic took).\n\nLinda can buy bracers of armor +1 for 1000 gp or bracers of armor +2 for 4000 gp. The bracers reclaimed from the crypt have been sold already. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm ready to head back also, but remember that Aholoh is guiding us, so we have to take care of him. If we find Sethra in one of the shelters and he kills the badger, then he can move to one of the other shelters without having to worry about us finding him.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Any creature that likes to live underground is a friend of mine. Lead on, wee badger\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"What about drow, dwarf? Making friends with all those dark elf creatures now? Hey, giants, are you ready to go?\" " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nGiants?! Where?!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your group sets out for the Wetwoods a day after Highharvestide. Elthan decides to stay behind to do a little bit more research on Sethra and Sarloc.\n\nThe party consists of Thokk, Fizahn, Taern, and Linda. Aholoh sits in front of Fizahn on his riding pony leading the way.\n\nAholoh leads you back past where you first encountered the black dragon, but angles away from the barrows and instead penetrates deeper into the Wetwood. The scraggly brush and twisted shrubs grow taller and thick willows soon tower over you. Although the day is sunny and clear, the tall trees begin to block the sunlight, casting a cheerless gloom on the boggy forest floor.\n\nThe trail Aholoh indicates is firm enough to provide good footing for your mounts, but as you ride, you can see water and cattails just yards away.\n\nIt is almost noon by the time you reach a small clearing, deep in the Wetwoods. In the center of the clearing is a small one room bungalow with a thatch roof and a mud daub chimney. Aholoh indicates that this is one of the retreats Graevic used to use during his journeys out in the wilderness.\n\nYou dismount at the edge of the clearing, still in the shadow of the Wetwood willows. The clearing itself is brightly lit. All is quiet. No smoke emanates from the chimney. In fact, the whole place seems quite deserted." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern hops off her pony, glances around, and shrugs.\n\nSure doesnt look like he's here now..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"I agree with you lassie, it looks quite empty.\"\n\nTurns of Fizan\n\n\"Can you sneak up and look inside? Ill cover you lad\"\n\nPulls out bow and readies an action to shoot" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Easy dwarf, you couldn't even hear me if you strained your ears.\" \n\nFizahn begins to quietly stalk toward the hut, \"Gnomish short sword\" at the ready." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn slips into the clearing, keeping low and moving quietly. The underbrush soon swallows him up. Only subtle movements of the brush reveal that Fizahn is making his way closer and closer to the quiet hut.\n\nThe clearing is otherwise incredibly still. It strikes you that it is almost TOO quiet. No birds are singing, no frogs croaking, no locusts chirping.\n\nThokk readies his bow. Taern and Linda stand next to him waiting for a signal from Fizahn.\n\n\n\n EDIT: \n\nI PM'd the following to Erikkin:\n\n Fizahn slips closer and closer to the hut. The brush is tall enough to hide him from anyone who might be watching.\n\nWhen Fizahn has covered 50 yards, he finds himself facing the entrance to the hut. The brush has been cleared in a 30 ft radius around the hut. Fizahn is still hidden by the brush, but if he approaches the hut, he will be exposed.\n\nThe door is slightly ajar. There are no sounds from inside \n\nErikkin replied:\n\n Fizahn will carefully circle around the hut, looking for an area to approach that does not have a window. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \nWhispers\n\"May the light of the forge illuminate your way\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda,not yet confiden with her newest spell, gets her hands in casting position ready to cast one of her magic missiles in any enemy appearing." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Long minutes pass as you wait for a sign from Fizahn.\n\nYou can't help wondering what is taking the little gnome so long ...\n\n\n\n EDIT: \n\nPM sent to Erikkin:\n\n Fizahn circles around toward the back of the hut, then crosses the cleared area in a \"blind spot\".\n\nEdging around the walls of the hut, he nears the doorway avoiding the two small windows.\n\nAs he gets close to the doorway (ajar), he begins to hear buzzing, and a foul smell greets his nostrils. \n\nErikkin's reply:\n\n Fizahn gets on his belly and tries to look through the opening in the door, tensing his muscles to spring back up and shout if anything goes wrong, and thinking to himself that something died there recently. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Cautiously readies a spear to throw, scanning the brush" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Things remain quiet ... a little too quiet. Fizahn really should have checked in by now, you think to yourselves.\n\n\n EDIT: \n\nPM sent to Erikkin:\n\n Fizahn peers into the hut, blinking to try to adjust to the darkness inside. A simple wooden table sits in the center of the room. Three humanoids sit silently at the table, their heads bowed. The stench is stronger now, as is the buzzing. \n\nErikkin replied \"in character\":\n\nI don't like the looks of this. I'd better report what I've seen to the group and ask Aholoh about any of Graevic's friends.\n\n Fizahn crawls back to the area where he approached, and silently walks back toward the grass, going to check in with the party.* " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \nQuietly\n\"I really dont like this. The little lad should have checked in by now. I am going to give him a few more minutes, and then, by Moradins hammer, I am going to charge that place\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The three of you (Thokk, Taern, and Linda) hear some soft rustling as something small makes its way towards you from the direction of the hut, causing the long grass to sway subtly." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nPuts away Bow and draws sword, ready to strike if anything shoudl jump out of the grass\n\n\"Laddie, be that you?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm not too sure Thokk, it might not be me, but it could very well be. I'd weigh the probabilities in your situation. I was sent to gather information and relay it back to you, so lets say that's 80%. So, eight out of ten times, it will be me, but you can never be too sure when the other two will happen.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTurns to Taern\n\"Lass, hes just confusing you, dont attack\"\n\nTo Fizan\n\"What took so long? You worried us. What did you find lad?\"" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern lowers her spear with a worried look\n\nWait.. what would you be the other two out of ten times when you're not you?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Thokk, stealth is an art that cannot be rushed. Had I sped it up, I might have been captured or killed. What I found might have been Sethra, but it might not have been. There were three gnome-oids in the hut and from the smell of things and all the flies, I believe that there was at least one rotting carcass there as well.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Could you please describe them to us Fizahn? I mean, everything you saw-even details that do not look important-for they may well be. Did they look dangerous? " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"They were sitting at a table with bowed heads, and it was dark in the hut. They'd cleared the grass out of the area around the hut, so if you tried sneaking up, they could see you.\" \n\nFizahn looks around for the badger.\n\n \"Now I need to speak to Aholoh. They could just be Graevic's friends or something...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aholoh offers no insights. Graevic generally travelled alone.\n\nThe clearing remains deathly still. High in the sky, a few buzzards circle but keep their distance." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"Usually travelled alone eh... I think we've found Sethra, a couple of his henchmen, or someone out for Graevic. I think we should deal with them...\" \n\nFizahn draws his \"short sword,\" and makes a slashing movement with it.\n\n \"I think I should sneak back there, and watch to see what they do if they hear you charging.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn slips back into the underbrush and makes his way to the opposite side of the bungalow's \"yard\" so that he has an unobstructed vantage point of the hut's doorway. When he is in position, he whistles like a bird to signal that he is ready.\n\nLinda, Thokk, and Taern stand at the edge of the clearing, still hidden in the shadow of the willow trees. The hut is 60 yards away.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: I edited my previous posts to include the PM's Erikkin and I exchanged. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n I have an idea. If they are real gnomes, perhaps they would react favorably to another gnome? I can use my magic to appear as one-a wasted effort if they too are Sethra's illusions but perhaps a good bet if they are real gnomes? But we should go in hiding anyway-in case this is one of Sethra's traps. \n\nOOC: Linda uses disguise self to look like a female gnome" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda uses a glamer to change her appearance.\n\nTo Thokk and Taern, she appears to metamorph from a statuesque 6 ft tall amazon with long straight white hair down to a 5 ft tall perky brunette with mischievous eyes.\n\nThe effect is that of either the world's tallest gnomette or just a regular short human female." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "chuckles\n\nYou're quite a large gnome, I see.\n\nHow about if we hear battle, or screams, or other noises, we go in and start killing things. Otherwise we wait for you to call us in." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Hmm, didn't work as expected. But the idea was not to infiltrate the gnome camp anyway-the illusion will not cover my voice. What I had in mind is me approaching in the open while you being right ahead trying to sneak in. I'd draw their attention and sneaking in would be much easier for you. And, I have to admit, I am not very capable at combat situations on my own-if things turned ugly an arrow or two could fell me before you even heard my call. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n What's taking them so long? I gave them very simple instructions that even Taern could follow... \n\nOOC: For future reference, when Fizahn says gnome-oid, it means humanoid, so they aren't exactly gnomes or short creatures." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After hearing Fizahn's bird call, Thokk begins to march towards the hut, sword drawn, making no attempt to move stealthily. He doesn't wait to see if Linda and Taern plan to follow him or not.\n\nFizahn waits with bated breath to see if there is any reaction from the three \"gnome-oids\" in the bungalow ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ha, lads, there is no need for fancy plans. If they are hostile, then just slay the lot of them!\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nLinda sighs, rolls her eyes and reluctantly follows Thokk." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "shrugs Okay.\n\nDraws her falchion and starts forward" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The three of you move forward in a wedge formation - Thokk at the point, Linda and Taern flanking him to either side.\n\nIn only a few moments, the three of you are standing in the cleared area surrounding the hut. The only door is slightly ajar.\n\nA slight wiggle in the brush tells you where Fizahn is hiding out of sight.\n\nAll remains quiet." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nShouting\n\n\"OI! Whoever is in there, Come out!\"\n\nOOC: Ready an action to swing should anything hostile come out" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the distance, you hear a cricket chirp twice. Otherwise, all remains silent and still." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, this is slightly worrisome...\"\n\nCreeps closer to the door, all the while ready to strike" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nAn exhausted groan comes from the grasses, and Fizahn, positioned behind the hut, I assume, emerges from hiding, and heads toward the group.\n\n \"There wasn't supposed to be any threats!! You were just supposed to barge straight in, and see what was in there!! Any warning gave them time for a teleportation spell or something of that nature!! Do you not know what charging means?\" \n\nFizahn heads toward the door to open it.\n\nOOC: The way I pictured it in my head, Fizahn would be at the hut, peering through the crack in the door. Guess I should be more specific with my actions next time, huh?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Fizahn pushes open the door, the four of you are almost bowled over by the foul stench emanating from inside.\n\nThe light spilling into the one room hut reveals three humanoids sitting, hunched over a large table. Flies buzz around them. The table and surrounding floor are stained black with congealed blood.\n\nYou hesitate at the entrance. No one is eager to enter what looks like a charnel house." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"Linda, check for magic. I'll look for traps or anything suspicious around the immediate entrance, and then, well...\" \n\nFizahn tosses his dagger in the air and nervously catches it, before crouching low to the ground and examining the ground just inside the door." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It only takes a moment for Linda to sense a general aura of necromancy about the place.\n\nFizahn examines the threshold carefully and notes scrapes and a blood trail entering the hut from the outside." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nUgh. That's disgusting.\n\n\nTaern warily circles the house, falchion at the ready, looking for anything else obviously amiss" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Wait! Taern, Thokk, chop off the dead gnome's heads. Now. These might be dead but not dead. \nsays Linda and slowly walks behind Thokk and Taern." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern circles the hut. Other than the single door and a couple small windows, there is nothing remarkable on the outside of the little shelter.\n\nLinda advises decapitating the bodies inside, but lingers behind, reluctant to get close to the doorway.\n\n\nOOC: Who will be the first to enter the room? " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"They aren't gnomes, no gnome would be stupid enough to get himself killed in whatever manner they got killed in. They resemble gnomes in basic body structure, but are bigger, so they're gnome-oids. I don't have a weapon of suitable properties enabling it to chop off heads with the haste required in this situation. I think it unlikely that Taern would desecrate the dead. Thokk, you're going to have to complete the vile task.\" \n\nFizahn steps out of the doorway and motions Thokk forward." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk shrugs his shoulders and steps into the hut, his bastard sword and shield at the ready.\n\nHe tries to use the edge of the shield to cover his nose. The stench of rotting flesh is almost unbearable and the buzzing from a cloud of black flies is deafening.\n\nAs he edges towards the bodies sitting at the table, he notices that all three of the humanoids are cloaked, obscuring their faces, but he also sees that all three of them have long green tails ...\n\nHe rears back to decapitate the closest creature, when suddenly the door slams shut and the entire room is plunged into unnatural darkness.\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern, Fizahn, and Linda are outside. Thokk is inside. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \nWithout losing any time, Linda sends a ray of fire a the (persumably) wooden door of the hut to open up an escape route for Thokk or room for Taern and Fizahn to help him if he can't get out.\n\nOOC: Scorching Ray at the door (I hope it is wooden)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn begins hacking and prodding the side of the hut with his rapier trying to force a way in.\n\nOOC: Gonna be gone this weekend, including Monday, please NPC Fizahn." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda blasts the door with a scorching ray of fire. The door explodes into small charred bits of wood. Through the open doorway you can hear the sounds of battle (and Thokk cursing), but all is pitch black inside.\n\nFizahn pokes at the walls of the hut ineffectively, but he eyes one of the small windows. They are not shuttered, and he could probably squeeze through if he wanted to." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern, not waiting for the smoke to clear, charges forward into the darkness, falchion still gripped tightly in two hands.\n\n\"By leaf and thorn! Thokk, are you okay?!\"\n\nEDIT: Move into the hut, then hold my action looking for other combattants" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nSwearing loudly\n\n \"ACH, DAMN BEASTIES!\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Ha, door's open now. I don't need the window.\" \n\nFizahn grabs his everburning torch from his pack, and follows Taern into the darkness, \"short sword\" ready." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk lashes out immediately as soon as the darkness falls. He chops deeply into one of the bodies with a satisfying thunk !\n\nHorrifyingly, the three bodies come to life, lurching up from the table. They seem to move in slow motion, but even through the magical shadows, Thokk can see them raising large clubs with their rotting arms.\n\nA loud explosion blasts the door off of its hinges, but the flash of fire does little to illuminate the gloom.\n\nThokk slashes again, with a curse. Again, he cuts deeply but bloodlessly. The mindless zombies pound Thokk with their clubs again and again, but their weapons prove ineffective against his armor and shield, only bruising him slightly.\n\nTaern and Fizahn edge into the darkness. Their eyes are keen, but they still have trouble penetrating the gloom. All they can make out are shadowy figures locked in combat - three are tall (at least 7 feet), one appears to be much shorter.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Let's try posting actions in the IC thread, instead of the OOC thread this time. \n Initiative \n\nFizahn 16 (13 + 3)\nThokk 15 (9 + 6)\nLinda 15 (15 + 0)\nTaern 3 (2 + 1)\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk 36 (43 - 7)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn edges around the mysterious figures, remaining as far away from them as possible. Nearly slipping, Fizahn recalls the blood on the floor and silently curses at it.\n\nOOC: Where do the big evil undead people come in the initiative order? Fizahn's going to try to maneuver into a flanking position with Thokk or Taern." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The room is small, and consequently Fizahn is able to edge around to the far side of the chamber without getting embroiled in the melee.\n\nOnce he is in position, he is able to make out the four combatants faintly outlined against the relative brightness of the open doorway.\n\n\n\nOOC: The creatures act after Linda but before Taern. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern lowers her shoulder and charges the one closest to her, swinging with mighty slashes of her Falchion, trying to easily decapitate one of them and roaring in fury at the monstrosity of the dead risen from their graves.\n\n\"I'll cut you to pieces, you foul undead! You'll wish you'd never been born, you unnatural freaks! Die now, and get gone from this world! Die! Die!\"\n\nOOC: Moving to engage the closest monstrosity, and entering barbarian Rage (4 rounds +4 Str +4 Con). This bumps her HP total to 37, but drops her AC to 13.\n\nShe attacks at a +8 for 2d4+7 points of damage." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nShouting, pronouncing each word\n\n \"DIE. YOU. FOUL. UNDEAD!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With each word, Thokk chops at one of the rotting creatures until it completely loses its structural integrity, collapsing into half a dozen body parts. Its limbs still twitch spasmodically, but it is no longer a threat.\n\nThe remaining two zombies continue to pound Thokk with their greatclubs, but Thokk simply ignores them as their blows simply glance off of his armor.\n\nWith wild eyes, Taern charges into the fray. Unfortunately, the darkness and the rage bubbling up inside her both serve to cloud her senses. She bodily collides with one of the zombies, and both she and the monster almost lose their balance. Meanwhile her falchion slashes downward and shatters one of the old wooden chairs." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern quickly swings around, with her falchion, attempting to catch the thing with a powerful swing." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk continues to hack and slash at the two remaining zombies as they continue to pound back at him. Bits of rotting flesh fly through the darkness, splattering Fizahn and Taern.\n\nFizahn wipes the gore from his cheek and attempts to peer through the darkness but continues to have problems making out who is who in the gloom.\n\nTaern attacks with abandon, and her falchion sinks so deeply into the back of one of the zombies that its tip protrudes from the creature's sternum by a hand and a half! Unconcerned, the creature continues to beat futilely at the heavily armored dwarf." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: sorry I haven't been able to update\n\nIf Linda can't see any of the enemies then she will cast light. If she can see them then she will cast magic missile." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"HAHA, the power of Moradin shields me from your foul undead blows! The protection of him will make me outlast all of you! HAHAHAHA\" \n\nOOC: Not much, tactics wise, just hack and slash. BTW, are they just not hitting me at all?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda considers casting light but then remembers that light is unable to negate darkness . Instead, she takes her chances with a pair of magic missiles .\n\nDual beams of energy arc into the gloom and strike the zombie that Taern had impaled. Taern's falchion is freed as the monster explodes into wet chunks, splattering Taern with ichor, and whipping her up into an even greater frenzy.\n\nThe last remaining creature gamely beats Thokk with its warclub. Thokk starts to cut the zombie into pieces.\n\n\n\nOOC: The zombies are only able to overcome Thokk's AC with natural 19s or 20s, so in game mechanics they keep \"missing\". I interpret this to mean that their blows are hitting your armor but causing no damage. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern charges forward, swinging recklessly and yelling at the top of her lungs." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"If all you people weren't so tall, I might actually be able to tell which of you was the undead filth!! Aha, that one has a tail!! Or is that Taern? Are you wearing a cloak Taern? Believe it or not, I actually like being able to see...\" \n\nFizahn carefully examines all the remaining creatures, seeing if he can distinguish unique characteristics, ex. Taern's ears, the tails, and height.\n\nOOC:If he can't be completely certain that one of the monsters isn't Taern, he won't attack, and will just enter full defensive mode." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Almost simultaneously, Thokk slashes from one direction as Taern slashes from the other. The last remaining zombie falls apart into three irregular sections.\n\nTaern looks around the gloom with wild eyes, searching for more enemies to slay. Her eyes fix on Fizahn who is crouched against the back wall, his magic \"shortsword\" raised.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary posted in the OOC thread. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " THokk \n Ach, we got'em! \n\nOOC: HAHA, Thokk is a beast! Tanking like a true dwarf should. As soon as he hits level eight, he is going to be even more fun, with dwarfen defender....." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "battle-lust fading fast, Taern stumbles blindly out in**ento the sunshine, sinking to her knees with an exhausted gasp\n\nTymora alive... That was more like hacking into a tree than fighting a living being.\n\nshakes her head, disgustedly\n\nIf Sethra had any redeeming qualities, this has erased them all. The bastard has no right to disrupt the rest of -any- dead, much less those he's killed. His life is forfeit for such sacrilige, even if I have to stick the sword through poor Graevic myself.\n\nHer angry tirade finished, she closes her eyes and leans up against the wall, trying to block out the stench." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The darkness fades in a minute or two revealing the gruesome aftermath of the battle. In addition to the smashed chair and overturned table are the still twitching body parts of the three rotting humanoids. Gore covers the walls, ceiling, and almost every surface in the small room (as well as Thokk and Taern). The stench of rotted flesh is truly nauseating. The black flies continue to swarm, buzzing incessantly.\n\nIn the light, it is obvious that the beings once were lizardfolk before they were killed and raised as undead.\n\nOther than simple furniture, the room is mostly empty. A small wooden box lies on the floor, where it apparently landed after being knocked off of the table during the melee." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \n\"Okay, Sethra came to this hideout after fighting us, but it wasn't alone. The lizardmen followed it, and tried to rob it. Needless to say, they failed. Sethra left, but cast some sort of spell to reanimate them as zombies, so they would deal with anyone trying to follow it. Wait.... it didn't even have to come to this house, it could have just sent the zombies here to throw us off on our search for him. Guess I'll check the chest.\" \n\nFizahn walks over to the wooden box, and carefully examines it for traps after lifting it upright.\n\nOOC: Search check. Take 20." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " I am sorry I couldn't help much in this fight-i might hit you accidentally with my spells and going blindly into meele equals suicide for me. Perhaps I can redeem myself by healing any wounds you have taken? " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Do you have a spell to get this... slime off of me?\n\nshudders and quickly searches her pack for water and a rag" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Actually, I think I do. Gather all, I'll create a small \"rain\" to clean you up. \n\nOOC: Create Water for a small downpour of about 8 gallons." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nafter allowing himself to be washed off\n\n Ach, thanks lass. Any idea whats in the box?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm getting on that, have patience, oh impatient one. Only through careful searching will we find out what's in the chest. That's what I'm doing in case you didn't notice. There are practically infinite possibilities of what's in the chest. Most likely, it's a warning from Sethra telling us to stay out of his way, or it could be something of the former lizardmen's that Sethra didn't feel like bothering with.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Fizahn mutters under his breath, he carefully examines the small wooden cube (six inches on each side).\n\nFinding no traps, he unlocks the latch and opens the lid.\n\nInside is a folded piece of parchment that seems to enclose a small soft object. The object has stained the paper dark brown." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "looks on, slightly repulsed, then mutters under her breath\n\nBet it's a body part.. Ugh." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, what is it?\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Better not to touch it Fizzahn, let me handle it. Now, all of you, remember the trap in the crypt? Let's all move back while I manipulate it from afar. Fizahn, let it down. \n\nLinda retreats as far as she can while still looking at the parchment through the door of the hut. Then, after everyone has moved out of the hut and behind her, she uses a minor dweomer to detect any remaining hostile magics and another one to manipulate the parchment from afar once she is as sure as she can be that no magical traps exist.\n\nOOC: Detect magic and Mage Hand." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone shuffles back across the damp grass until they are standing a safe distance from the packet.\n\nThe small package seems non-magical to Linda, so she gently pokes open the folded paper using her mage hand .\n\nLying on the open parchment is a small discolored cylinder. As everyone edges closer, Taern's intuition is proven correct - the item becomes recognizable as an amputated human finger.\n\nThere is also apparently ink writing on the blood-stained parchment." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "shudders\n\nThat's disgusting.\n\nWe should burn it. Let the cleansing flame wash any taint from it.\n\nthinks a moment\n\nAfter we figure out whose it is, though." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Probably a warning from Sethra, as I said before. Personally, fingers aren't exactly the scariest body parts ever. Plus warning us with body parts will only fuel your rage, right Taern? I think that further down the road, we'll get more of this poor fellow's body parts as yet more warnings.\" \n\nFizahn picks up the parchement and reads it, while handing the finger to Taern('s kneecap) in an offhand manner, so she can identify whose finger it is." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda will look around the hut for signs of what had happened before the team arrived. She will look around with her spell-enhanced sight for anything magical.\n I do hope these poor people rest in peace now. However, something troubles me. Back in the crypts we saw a skeleton of a being much like these ones-a skeleton with a tail and obviously reptilian form when it was alive. Do you think this is of any significance? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn gingerly handles the soiled parchment. It is a simple hand-drawn map showing a path out of the Wetwoods into the adjacent Orsraun Mountains. At the end of the winding dotted line is an \"X\" labeled the Grey Keep. \n\nThe finger appears to be the pinky of an adult human male. Although you can not be certain, the obvious assumption would seem to be that the finger once belonged to Graevic.\n\nThe implied message is clear - \"Come and get me ...\"\n\nLinda pokes her head back into the hut, covering her nose and mouth. She detects no magical auras other than the faint necromancy still radiating from the zombie flesh.\n\nAs she reflects, she realizes that these reanimated corpses were once lizardfolk, whereas the serpentine skeletons you had encountered in the crypts were the remains of ancient yuan-ti .\n\nShe vaguely recalls Oden Homm teaching her that at one time the Vilhon Reach was populated by many different cold-blooded races. Though the reclusive lizardfolk can still be found in the less-hospitable regions of the region (such as here in the Wetwood), they tend to keep to themselves. It is generally assumed that the other serpent races have long since gone extinct or retreated to the Underdark." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Hmm. As much as I want to repay Sethra for what he has done this is certainly a trap. It would not be very wise of is to accept his invitation-especially not now that he's expecting us. I suggest that we do some research on the powers Sethra once had, who is Sarlok's heir and so on. Instead of trying to stop Sethra from advancing his plans we should foil his plans by warning those he hunts and by limiting his resources-if we can ofcourse. If we cannot and we have no other options then we could drop on him-but only when we will be prepared. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ah, but lassie, that might be exactly what he wants us to do! He knows our very weaknesses, and so he would expect us to prepare and get him when we are stronger. That would also give him (may the hammer smite him down) time to prepare, and his full powers are much more then ours. If we instead suddenly attacked him, when he is weak, we might catch him by suprise!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda and Thokk debate two possible courses of action:\n\n(1) Try to strike at Sethra's old base of operations now before he regains his full powers.\n\n(2) Try to beat Sethra to any of Sarloc's descendants.\n\nEach course of action has pros and cons. Thokk and Linda look to Taern and Fizahn for their opinions." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn furrows his brow in concentration, before looking up and giving his opinion.\n \n\"I think we should find out who Sarloc's descendants are, and only involve ourselves in this business if the descendants are in places of power. If they are, we should try to beat Sethra, and warn the descendants.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone turns to Taern for her opinion ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"If we go to him now, we can smash the evil person so he doesnt hurt people!\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Thokk, we cannot defeat him. He survived for centuries until someone alive came near him and he posessed him. If we kill the body he inhabits who says he won't be able to control one of us and live again? I do not want to be controlled, do you? Unless we learn what holds him to our world long after his death and we are able to undo it, going after him not only will not harm him but it might even make him stronger. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Thokk and Linda argue, Aholoh shuffles over from his hiding place deep in the brush. He \"converses\" with Fizahn briefly.\n\n\nOOC: PM sent to you Erikkin. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn converses with the badger for a short while, before obviously thanking it, and heading into the hut to look around." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ay laddie, what is it?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Rocks, Thokk, rocks. I'm currently looking for a cache of supplies, stored by Graevic.\" \n\nFizahn continues his search, making faces of disgust at the blood all over the floor." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda thinks for awhile then speaks:\n\n Taern, I know you want to go to Sethra right now to avenge all those he has killed and desecrated but if we attack him unprepared we will only die-and join his undead forces. We must prepare and learn more of his plans and goals if we are to be victorious. \n\nOOC: Trying to convinve Taern to my point of view." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Fizahn pokes around inside the shelter, Taern agonizes over whether she wants to follow the map directly toward the Grey Keep, where Sethra presumably awaits, or whether she wants to try to track down any of Sarloc's descendants who might be in jeopardy.\n\nShe hems and haws, furrowing her brow and scratching her head. \"I can't decide,\" she complains.\n\nInstead she suggests returning to Oden Homm's to see if Elthan has any more information about Sethra or Sarloc that might help to decide the next course of action.\n\n\nOOC: Another PM sent your way Erikkin. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn exits the hut, holding a package in his hands.\n\n \"Well, well, it looks like we've got a present. This one might be from Graevic, instead of Sethra, though.\" \n\nFizahn begins to open the package, very carefully." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "I think... I think... that we should... you know...\n\nponders a few minutes as the two try and convince her.\n\nFinally looks up, decided.\n\nI think that we really need to find and kill Sethra. Since he nicely gave us a map, I think we should go there, break down any traps he set for us and slay him on the spot." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"HOO-RAH LASSIE! Good choice, if I do say so myself.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Taern speaks, Fizahn is opening the small package.\n\nWhen the paper is unfolded, you can all see 6 neatly wrapped sets of trail rations (hardtack and jerky), a leather pouch (filled with 50 gp), and a small red oak wand.\n\nFizahn looks up with a satisfied look, then suddenly looks over the rest of your shoulders with alarm.\n\nEach of you (Taern, Thokk, and Linda) turn quickly to see what Fizahn is looking at and you observe a single lizardman standing at the edge of the brush surprisingly close to you, a mere 30 feet away.\n\nThe lizardman is armed with a club and carries a wooden shield. Both arms are at his sides, however, non-threateningly ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " THokk \n\nCautoiusly\n\"Ach, lad, who be ye?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn carefully covers up the rations and wand with the paper wrapper, then slowly grasps his crossbow (still loaded). He keeps the crossbow pointed at the ground, but eyes the lizardman suspiciously." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nHolding both arms by his side the lizardman steps out of cover but advances no further.\n\nHe raises his voice and attempts to speak in common.\n\n\"No fight, I ssSeek withs you\"\n\"pinkskins seek wizzard, we seek wizzard, defiler-kin\"\n\"our path'ss are as one\"\n\n\"hunt as pack, we can?\", he ***** his head to one side quizzically. He watches Fizahn with one eye while his other eye fluctuates between Taaern and Thokk. His body language does not indicate hostility although his discomfort in addressing you is palpable." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn raises his crossbow slightly, but does not point it at the lizardman. He addresses the stranger in draconic :\n\n\n Who are you? What do you want? Are there others with you? \n\n\n\n\nOOC: By the way, I finally got around to scanning in a map of the area that shows the Shining Plains, Nimpeth, the Orsraun Mountains, the Wetwoods, Hlondeth, etc. Please check the OOC thread ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "He studies Fizahn and Thokk with more interest than he does Taern.It is quite likely that he has never seen a gnome or dwarf defore.\n in draconic:\n\"I am druid of the people . I ssSpied on you and heard you speak of a wizard. If the wizard you ssspeak of did this to my kin, then he is my prey as well. I am one of the people .You\" sweeps one hand over the party \"are not.But the ssspirits about me sssay we walk one path. sSo we may help one another in my vision-quest.For my people's sssake, I will aid you pinkskinss. My name i will give you in time. \nHe hesitates and visibly ponders before replying, \"No harm will fall on you if no harm comes to me. Help will come if i wish it.But No more of the people will you see.\" \n\nAlthough he is slightly hunched down and seems to be ready to react to anything, he will relax and straighten up, once he sees no obvious ranged threats." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nWhat in Tymora's name?!\n\nHe looks like those zombies back there...\n\nTaern, obviously startled, quickly rises to her feet and draws her longbow\n\nCan we trust a lizardman? He might jump on us at any moment..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn raises his crossbow and joins Taern in covering the lizardman.\n\nHe whispers to her in Common, \"I don't think I trust this green-skinned giant. There might be others about. We should be very careful ...\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda looks at the Lizardman for a moment then speaks:\n[draconic]\n These zombies here once belonged to your tribe, yes? This wizard-Sethra-defiled their dead bodies and held their spirits from their rightful rest. Yes, he has done so before-with our race-humans-as well. Not only he defiles others but his own kin. He himself is an abomination-he is a spirit without a body, one that survived for centuries and now lives by taking over the bodies of others. An affront to the living, to Nature and to how magic should be used. I would like to find new allies, true. But can you prove that out trust is well placed? Your people have honor, yes. We have too. But Sethra can take over the bodies of others and we cannot trust you. I will now cast a spell to see if you are free of any magical bindings-fear not. You will not be harmed by this spell. \nTo her friends [back in common]\n While it is true we should not trust him, we do need allies. Therefore we should give him a chance to prove himself. Lizardmen do have honor-but I must check him first for magical compulsions. \nLinda goes on casting a minor dweomer to detect magic\n\nOOC: Detect magic. Naturally, I'll be looking for any enchantment or necromancy effects." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda gazes intently at the lizardman, who acquiesces to the examination.\n\nShe gets no sense of any illusions or necromancy at work here. In fact, the lizardman is refreshingly free of any magical auras at all whatsoever." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "frowns darkly\n\nI find it wierd that on the site where Sethra has been recently, this guy just \"happens\" to show up. Especially when a couple of his friends just attacked us. How do we know he's not possessed? Or undead? He could be in league with Sethra, or... or... you know. Just want to kill us.. or something.\n\nshakes her head\n\nI don't trust him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn frowns along with Taern. \"Well, you have to admit that he doesn't look like a zombie ...\"\n\n\"He claims to be some sort of druid and says that he wants to join forces with us to defeat Sethra,\" he explains to Taern.\n\nIn draconic he challenges the lizardman:\n\n Why should we trust you? " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"If this is a kin issue, I believe we should trust him, lads. A blood fued is a mighty oath.\"\n\nTo the Lizardman in Terran, Undercommon, Dwarfen, and Goblin\n\"Do speak any of these?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nHe blinks at Thokk and looks vexed before answering Fizahn:\n in draconic:\n\"the hairy one knows not what i speak?\nYou sspeak of trust little pinkskin, but even I do not ask yr trust for you have none to give me. It is sstrange that we have talked long without bloodshed. To the people you are prey, food. Would the mouse trust the owl?..\"\n\n\"yet I am a Druid. A strong packmate and wise enough to know his fight is with ssSethra not you. No purpose does it serve. The hunger is not in my belly but in my spirit. Yr meat will not end it, only the wizzard's death. My hunt will be faster if you aid me.\"\n\n\"Pinkskin you may be and food you may be and hunter my kin may be but the BALANCE has changed!\nDo not assk trust of me.Ask it of yr heart. If my kin perish, how many moonsss will yours survive?\"\n\n\"Until the wizzard is defeated, I have no quarrel with you. there is no purpose\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn looks at Ssathiyaa angrily, before replying to the lizardman in Draconic \n\n \"You would do well with weaker prey, giant green one. I am a hunter and your kind do not instill fear into me. I could bring down all, but your greatest warriors. You were worng about my having no trust to give. I had plenty of trust to give, but none of it will be given.\" \n\nFizahn warily turns away from the lizardman, and speaks to his companions in Common , speaking loudly enough for the lizardman to hear, emphasizing all the words in bold with scorn.\n\n \" It has said that we will see no more of the monsters , and I say that we take it up on that and leave. If it even could be trusted, which it can't, it would prove to be an obstacle whenever we went into any area of inhabitance by civilized people . The monster's savage instincts would also prove a problem.\" \n\nOOC: Well, you guys got me feeling that I needed to color-coordinate different languages. Draconic Common , and I'll come up with others as I use them.\nI'm sorry Runehawk, if Fizahn ends up killing your character, and I'm sorry Sacreddeamon, McMouse, and Belial if Fizahn ends up getting our party slain by the people. I'm also sorry DR, if Fizahn gets everyone killed and we have to restart." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Once again, the party finds itself divided. In this case, Linda and Thokk seem willing to give the lizardman a chance to prove himself, while Taern and Fizahn seem skeptical if not downright hostile toward the beast-man. The lizardman's arrogant tone (a cultural trait perhaps?) seems to have not settled well with the gnome in particular.\n\nThe impasse seems to stretch on as the four adventurers stare back at the solitary lizardman.\n\nThe uncomfortable silence is broken by a rhythmic hissing noise coming from the hut. Looking back at the open doorway, you realize that the noise is coming from within. The sound is ... laughter?" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, what is that?\"\n\nRushes into the building" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern quickly turns, dropping her bow and drawing her falchion\n\nWith another suspicious look at the lizardman, she moves to where she can see the entrance of the hut and peers inside\n\nWho's there? Are you undead?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Are you undead? I have never heard an undead laugh. When creatures die, their body decomposes, so I'm sure that all but the most recent undead are incapable of making even the slightest sound, due to the damage to their vocal chords. Most likely, it is one of the monsters that we were promised we would not see. I am slightly curious as to how the monsters intend to remain hidden when they cannot control their emotions.\" \n\nHaving said his piece, Fizahn walks briskly into the hut, \"short sword\" drawn." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman watches the other humanoids rush over towards the hut. He sniff the air intently, but doesn't like what he smells ... death.\n\n...\n\nThokk and Fizahn have every intention of entering the hut, but both of them skid to a halt at the entrance, horrified. Taern cautiously pokes her head around the corner, and is likewise stunned by what she sees.\n\nThe interior is reasonably well-lit in the absence of any artificial darkness , revealing an almost incomprehensible sight.\n\nThe amputated body parts of the three zombified lizardfolk have reassembled into a multi-limbed behemoth. Heads, tails, and limbs protrude almost at random from a central pile of entrails and rotting flesh. One of the more intact heads hisses as if laughing, while its opaque white eyes stare sightlessly. The reassembled monster almost fills half of the room.\n\nThis uber-zombie, surrounded by a cloud of black flies, begins to lumber toward the doorway ..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Horrified, Taern stumbles back\n\nGods... What... what is that?\n\nthe falchion drops from Taerns trembling hands, and, shaking, she gropes for one of the spears strapped to her back\n\nIt's horrible! Tymora's grace, get back! Keep it away!\n\nshuddering, she tries to grip the spear firmly enough to throw" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n Stay away from this thing! \nLinda shouts as she sends a volley of Magic Missiles and walks as far away from it as she can.\n\nOOC: Magic Missiles again then move action away from the thing. I must still be still standing near the door at the place from where I blasted the zombie things (unless I moved in the meanwhile)." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"After we kill you again, I'm going to chop you up into tiny pieces, and spread them all over the world so it can never come together again. I don't think it stands a chance against us Thokk.\" \n\nFizahn makes threatening gestures with his \"gnomish short sword,\" before moving to engage the enemy.\n\nOOC: Gnomish , as gnomish is the first language Fizahn learned, it would probably be the one he uses the most, and the one he uses while talking to himself.\nFizahn is going to attack the zombie, no charge, and then slowly attempt to maneuver into a flanking position with Thokk." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The abomination moves with startling speed, lashing out at Thokk with one \"arm\". The maggoty limb almost shatters Thokk's shield, and for a moment Thokk wonders if his left arm is broken.\n\nThe dwarf's eyes widen in surprise, but combat instincts take over, and Thokk slashes upward in a reverse flywheel, slicing a big chunk out of the limb, almost severing it.\n\n Whomp! whomp! Two magic missiles explode wetly as they make contact with the re-animated lizardman flesh. Linda backs away from the melee as she prepares her next spell.\n\nTaern clutches her spear, shaking slightly. She shifts from side to side, looking for an opening, but Thokk is in the way. She holds back, afraid to accidentally hit Thokk.\n\nMeanwhile, Fizahn begins to inch his way around the beast, trying to move into flanking position.\n\nThe lizardman watches from a distance, his nostrils flared.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat begins. \n Initiative \n\nCreature: 22\nThokk: 22\nLinda: 20\nTaern: 18\nLizardman: 17\nFizahn: 16\n\n Round 1 \n\nCreature attacks Thokk (flatfooted), hitting AC 21 with a 28. Thokk takes 11 damage. Thokk hits creature with a 27 for 14 points of damage. Linda hits with two magic missiles for 9 points of damage. Linda backs up. Taern does not throw her spear. Lizardman waits. Fizahn misses with a 19. Fizahn moves to flank.\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 32" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda continues with her plan of hit and run using another Magic Missile." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern takes a deep, steadying breath, and launches her spear at the thing\n\nGods alive! Don't let it touch you! It'll turn you all rotted!\n\nOOC: Taern shouldn't have a problem launching a spear over Thokk's head, right? Keep in mind that she's fatigued, so apply a -1 to attack and damage." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " This cannae be happening ... thinks Thokk to himself as the creature lashes out with another limb, a tentacle-like arm made up of a pair of lizardman tails. The limb smashes into Thokk, then wraps around his armored body and squeezes tight - his breastplate buckles slightly and a rivet or two pops from the strain.\n\n\"AAAARGH!!!!\" he cries out in frustration. By wedging his sword between the \"tentacles\", he manages to disentangle himself from the zombie's grasp, but when he slashes at the monster, it avoids his attack in a nimble, decidedly un-zombie-like manner.\n\nLinda continues to backpedal as she peppers the monster with more magic missiles . Each blast sprays fragments of rotted flesh over the melee combatants, but the amalgam of zombie parts maintains its structural integrity.\n\nTaern finds an opening and hurls her spear at the creature, but the beast twists unexpectedly, avoiding the missile.\n\nFizahn sneaks in and thrusts deeply into one of the \"legs\" of the beast. His \"shortsword\" pierces the rotted flesh efforlessly, passing through flesh and bone until it is buried past the hilt. Fizahn twists and cuts outward to maximize the damage he causes. The dagger emerges black with ichor.\n\nThe lizardman continues to stare intently at the monster as the \"pinkskins\" battle against it. Unsurprisingly the zombie monster radiates magic (presumable necromantic), but the lizardman notices something unexpected. Three small foci within mass of the beast radiate much more intensely than the reanimated flesh itself. Each focus is about the size of a small gem or coin.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat continues. \n Round 2 \n\nCreature hits Thokk with a 24, causing 12 points of damage. It initiates an improved grapple denying Thokk an AOO and succeeds with a 24. Opposed grapple checks: creature 15, Thokk 11. Thokk takes 4 points of constriction damage. Creature releases Thokk.\n\nThokk misses with a 22. Linda hits with magic missiles for a total of 10 points of damage. Taern misses with a 6. Fizahn hits with a 29 (natural 20) but does not confirm critical (with a 15). He causes 5 points of damage.\n\nThe lizardman continues to use detect magic .\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk 16\n\n(The creature has taken 38 points of damage so far.)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern, falling into the rhythm of battle, smoothly draws another spear and begins to chant an ancient battle-rhyme of her people, speaking in Elvish \n\n Blessed be this weapon.\nSwiftly, surely striking.\nEver straight, it flies to it's target.\nRend flesh and bone.\nHit hard, strike true.\nBy the power of the Ancestors and Tymora herself\nThis weapon will bring a swift end to my foes. \n\nWith a satisfied snarl, she feels the tingling of the \"ancestors fingers\" swirling through her veins and her arm, begins to glow with an almost unnoticable blue light\n\nOOC: As a move action, Taern draws another spear, and as a standard action casts True Strike, giving her a +20 to her next attack." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Another limb whips out and grabs Thokk around the waist. The \"arm\" pulls Thokk in close until he is face to face with one of the three necrotic lizardman heads (this head happens to located in the \"abdomen\" area). It constricts tighter and tighter until Thokk can barely breathe.\n\nFizahn takes the opportunity to attempt to hamstring the creature. His blade severs tendons, but the dark energy that powers this abomination keeps the \"leg\" from collapsing.\n\n\nOOC: Round 3 begins. Awaiting actions from Thokk, Linda, and Fizahn. \n Round 3 \n\nCreature hits Thokk with a 22 for 8 points. Grapple initiated with a 27. Opposed checks: creature 22, Thokk 18. Thokk takes 4 points of damage. Creature moves into Thokk's space to maintain grapple. Fizahn's AOO hits with a 25 for 4 points.\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 4 (grappled)\n\n(The creature has taken 42 points of damage so far. It is Thokk's turn to act.)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "OOC: Is everyone on vacation?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"You need to get out of there Thokk, the beast is destroying you! If you help, lizardman, I will trust you and allow you to join us.\" \n Now I understandable why the lizardman wants to kill Sethra, if he made abominations like this out of my kinsmen, I would want revenge also. \n \"I will put an end to you once and for all after this, abomination!! Let's see you walk without a leg!\" \n\nFizahn steps forward, and attempts to chop off the monster's leg." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing the abomination still survives, Linda will try another spell. Chanting quickly, she sends a ray of flame at the beast, hoping that she can help the others kill it. Despite endangering herself, she closes on the battle in case she needs to heal Thokk or the others.\n Damnit Thokk! You can't take on the beast alone. Back off! \n\nOOC: Scorching ray. Needs a touch attack though-hoping it hits. Will close some 20 feet so as to be 40-50 feet from the monster. Close enough to heal Thokk if he retreats but hopefully far enough so that the beast doesn't reach her. Hopefully..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"YOU SHALL NOT HAVE ME!!!\" \n\nThokk tries to crush the water gem in his belt\n\nOOC: Ive been at work, so ive been a tad buzy, but im back now. Wow, this thing is really beastly. And Im almost taking it on solo. Umm, if I do go down, I have a potion of CSW in my belt that I might need fed to me, I went with crushing the gem because that wouldnt provoke an AOO, and the potion would." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk drops his sword, then reaches into a belt pouch and pulls out a glistening blue-green gem. With a cry of defiance, he crushes the gem in his gauntleted hand ...\n\nWith a BOOM! like the crashing of waves on a rocky shore, the gem explodes. Thokk, Fizahn, and the zombie behemoth are drenched in an instant as a massive geyser appears amidst the melee combatants. The geyser takes on a roughly humanoid form and slams the undead creature with two \"fists\" of living water. The uber-zombie almost comes apart at the seams as it is blasted from both sides, yet it continues its relentless attack on Thokk.\n\nFizahn is almost knocked down by the sudden appearance of the water elemental, but he manages to thrust into one of the creature's legs. He uses the embedded dagger as a handhold to keep from being washed away.\n\nLinda tries to blast the monster with another fiery ray, but her spell is all but obliterated by the massive water elemental that seems to occupy almost the entire melee area.\n\nTaern's eyes widen at sudden appearance of the water elemental, but she continues to chant and ***** back her arm, ready to hurl her ensorcelled spear ...\n\nThe lizardman shouts out something in draconic. Only Linda and Fizahn understand his words - something about \" three magic objects \".\n\n\nOOC: Round 3 continues ... \n\nThokk summons a Large water elemental. It hits twice for 13 and 11 damage. Linda's scorching ray fizzles on a natural 1. Fizahn hits with a 25 for 5 points. Taern casts true strike . The lizardman casts magic fang and calls out in draconic .\n\nThe undead creature has taken 71 points of damage so far." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nMuttering the words of one of the first spells he ever learnt, Ssathiyaa clasps the tooth on his neck while moving his other hand in the gesture that would complete the spell.\n\nHe does not wait for the faint green aura to appear on his hands.Spreading his arms wide apart, Ssathiyaa has his hands pulled back, ready to swing forward and rake the items he sees on the behemoth.He shouts out in draconic:\n\n\"attack the 3 magic items\" \nhoping, the mage would understand and alter tactics to focus on the foci of the corruptive magic.\n\n OOC: \nthe lizardman casts magic fang , speaks as a free action and moves her full move distance towards the creature.He opts to speak as a free action." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n\nHearing the Lizardman's words, Linda glances at the beast searching for the items then casts a spell that will hopefully shatter them.\n\n\nOOC: Magic Missile at one of the items. If that is impossible then Scorching Ray." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "With a slight grunt, Taern hurls the spear towards the abomination" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The uber-zombie drops Thokk as if he were a limp rag doll. Instead the undead monster focuses on the elemental, which seems to be a greater threat. The two creatures pound each other with their \"fists\", spraying gore and water everywhere.\n\nThokk groans as he quaffs a healing potion. In seconds, the color returns to his cheeks, and he reaches for his bastard sword.\n\nLinda blasts the zombie once more with a pair of magic missiles that arc around the elemental before exploding splat, splat !\n\nTaern's spear takes a more direct line through the \"chest\" of the uber-zombie, creating a fist sized hole all the way through the torso of the abomination. The giant zombie begins to stagger, and assorted dead lizardman pieces begin to drop off of the creature's body.\n\nFizahn tears his \"shortsword\" loose and rolls aside as the lizardman charges into the fray, interposing his scaly body between Thokk and the uber-zombie.\n\nThe lizardman plunges a clawed hand into the belly of the beast, sinking in up to his elbow. With a triumphant hiss he withdraws his hand holding up a trio of small black gems. The lizardman then hurls the gems against the wall of the hut, shattering them ...\n\nThe zombie creature falls to pieces, collapsing into a pile of inert body parts.\n\nFor a moment, the five of you stand in stunned silence. The water elemental folds his \"arms\" in a satisfied way, then gradually seeps back into the damp ground.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat ends ... \n Round 4 \n\nCreature hits elemental for 5 (10 - 5) points. Elemental hits creature for 9 points. Thokk drinks a CSW and heals 20 points. Linda hits creature for a total of 7 damage. Fizahn misses. Taern hits for 4 points. The lizardman hits for 4 points.\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 24 (4 + 20)\n\nThe creature has taken 95 points of damage and is destroyed." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Attack the three magic items, it says. My dagger's magic, should I kill that, what about my cloak. Stupid lizardman... I still say it can't do anything dangerous if it doesn't have a leg!\" \n\nFizahn continues in his attempt to sever the beast's leg. He appears amazingly surprised by the water elemental, and sulkily mad at the lizardman." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"The abomination is destroyed. We are victorious!\" \n\nFizahn raises his \"shortsword\"; in a victory pose for a short duration, before looking over at the lizardman. Slowly he sheathes his sword and walks over to Ssathiyaa. Grudgingly he begins speaking.\n\n \"Lizardman, you fought bravely, and helped to destroy the beast. I speak to you in your tongue out of honor, even though I know the dwarf cannot understand it. I trust you and give you my permission to travel with us. If possible, I will also attempt to gain the elf's permission as well.\" \n I hope I am not wrong about the lizardman. It could be a trick by Sethra, although why he'd want to waste three powerfull focii I cannot fathom. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern tiptoes through the gore, retrieving her spear\n\nGods alive! What in the hells name was that thing?!\n\nlooks horrified and disgusted, and returns outside, retching at the sight and the smell" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "The lizardman nods to Fizahn. He then begins gathering whatever remains of the abomination and piling it. He will not be dissuaded from setting fire to his former kinsmen. Their corruption means they are forever lost to the tribe and he does not wish to leave them mutilated as they were. He does so quietly.\n\n\n\nOOC: my animal companion will follow me w/o revealing itself i take it. and speaking of animal companions where's oholoh run off to? :)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman creates a funeral pyre for his dead (thrice-over) kin. The smoke rises, dark and ominous, into the sky.\n\nWeary and filthy (and in Thokk's case, badly injured), the party decides to make its way back to Oden Homm's estate to recuperate and to decide the next best course of action.\n\nKeeping in mind that \"the enemy of my enemy is my friend\", the party allows the lizardman to accompany them back toward Mimleth. He keeps pace easily with the party's mounts. You arrive at Oden Homm's before nightfall.\n\nThe lizardman attracts many curious (and some fearful) stares on the road, but Oden Homm and Elthan seem entirely nonplussed when you introduce the lizardman to them.\n\n\"Ah! A new ally! Wonderful, wonderful,\" chuckles Oden Homm. \" Well met and good hunting to you! \"\n\nElthan smiles with a sparkle in his eye. \"Master Homm and I also have someone we'd like you to meet!\"\n\nOden and Elthan, swing open a door and in walks ... another Elthan!" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II, The Clone Sorcerer \n\nThe Mirror Image copy of Elthan walks through the door to stand beside Elthan. They look almost alike, but something does seem to set thier identical appearance appart. You don't immideatly catch it, but after close inspection you relize that it is thier fdace that sets them apart. Though the Elthan you where talking to greeted you with a warm heart and a smile, the twin that walked in shows no sign of emotion at all. But amoment later you relize it was the thing buzzing around his head that gave away thier difference. After a moment of akward silence, the clone speaks to you in a deep, bland tone..\n\n \"Greetings to you, friends. If you will allow me to explain what has transpired in your absence. I, am Elthan the second, clone of Elthan Moonshade. By the use of Oden's magic, I have been created to fill the roll of Elthan while he takes a permanent leave of absence from the group. Elthan has informed me of what has happened in your quest and Oden has givin me some magical training over Elthan sorcerer powers so that I may aid you in battle.\"\n\nElthan II walks over to the Gnome \"You must be Fizahn..\" Strides thorugh the group, guessing each of your names \"Thokk, Linda, Taern, and..\" stops infront of the lizardman \n\nIn Draconic\n \"Elthan did not tell me of Lizardman in his party. You are a new addition, are you not? At any rate. Well met, man of scale. \n\n\n(ooc: Hello, pretty freaky havng a clone huh?)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda greets the new Elthan and says:\n Pleased to meet you... Elthan. You do not mind if I speak to you as if you are Elthan's twin brother, do you? \nLinda waits until she gets a reply-she wouldn't want to insult the new Elthan." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n\nElthan II, turning away form the lizard man, now addresses Linda.\n\n \"I would not mind you addressing me in such a way, or in any other manner, for a no matter the name, the rose will smell as sweet.\" \n\nElthan II steps back towards Elthan and hands him a deep, black colored scale\n\n \"I believe you droped this. I found it near where I was created about an hour ago.\" \n\nElthan II then procedes to step back and before the group.\n\n \"So, now that we are aquanted, may I inquire as to what our course of action is from here?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "Ssathiyaa:\n\nThe lizardman seems more uneasy than usual.\n\nWhile he wasn't keen to be diverted from seeking sethra immediately, he understood that to seek battle with weary companions was to court disaster. Knowing that he could not offer them any shelter he acceded to accompanying them to the nearest human settlement for some rest. He seemed to be continually taking in the surroundings away from the forest and studying other humanoids he passed.\n\nOn meeting Elthan and his clone, he seems pained. He keeps a distance from Elthan and Elthan II. He bows to Elthan II after a while, saying in common,\n\n \"Fight fire with fire, at times we must.\" \n\nHe then retreats with his back against a corner and remains quiet. He studies the others communicate with one another and tries to expand his knowledge of the pinkskins who will aid him in his quest.\n\nOOC: hello Elthan II! I'm sorry if you've been waiting long for us to get back." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One question is whether the party (now with six members) will follow the map into the Orsraun Mountains to Sethra's old keep or not.\n\nAnother option might be to try to find descendants of Sarloc in order to warn them about Sethra. Elthan's research suggests that any living members of Sarloc's family likely live in the Unapproachable East, where both Sethra and Sarloc were from.\n\nAlthough the party is technically under no obligation to do either of those things, remember that Sethra is currently occupying the body of one of your friends (Graevic) and that your exploration of the crypt indirectly led to Sethra's re-emergence." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lads, I still say we bash him in while we are strong and he is weak! He will hopefully waste more resources in follies like the one we defeated, and be able to utterly crush him!\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n \"You have a good idea Thokk, as he should be weakened by his imprisonment, anything he creates will only prolong his recovery. If he has failed to see this and made more, this should only make Sethra himself easier to remove form Graevic's body, but this is considerng he has made more creations as opposed to simply pulling them out from storage.\" \n\nas he talks, a small snake of some kind slithers up Elthan II's leg and up to his arm.\n\n \"However, I would fell better about going to Sethra if someone were to give fair warning to Sarlocs desendents.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Last time we went up against him, Sethra merely posessed Graevic's body and didn't have access to most of his magics. Yet, he defeated us with a single spell-an acidic mist in which he seemed to be immune. We also came up a trap in that tomb and that pillar of fire almost killed us. If Sethra could defeat us with a single spell what could we possibly do against him right now? I suggest we warn Sarloc's heir-whoever that may be-before we go up against Sethra. That way, we may gain another ally to our cause and we won't have to fight Sethra in his own fort-he has to come to us or send his minions. It would be easier to fight him in our ground and not on his. " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "I say we.. uhh... kill him! Yeah! That way he can't hurt any more people. And then we could give Graevic a proper funeral, and the gods and spirits would be at ease.\n\nTaern showed no real reaction to the two Elthans, thinking that one was just more magical trickery, and eventually one or the other would go away and leave them with the real one.\n\nSee, I almost killed him! I almost got him, I could feel his blood on my hands.. But then I passed out. Maybe if we catch him by suprise we can...\n\nshe makes a twisting motion with her thick hands, miming wringing a neck\n\nHe can't cast spells when he's dead, right?" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n \"Well I believe Linda has an excellent point. Even though he was just released, he easily defeated you. It would be wiser to face him on our own ground, or rather, the ground of Sarloc's Heir, where we have the higher ground, so to speak. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you debate your next course of action, Fizahn points out that Sethra almost certainly had nothing to do with the crypt with the flame strike trap and the yuan-ti skeletons. Taern fell into that barrow by accident as you recall.\n\nFizahn also reminds Linda that Graevic/Sethra used a pair of rings taken out of a hidden niche in the dais to escape. One obviously produced the acid fog while the other was presumably a ring of acid resistance . It would appear that Sethra (being presumably of high intelligence) kept little caches of \"emergency\" items hidden about his lairs.\n\nIt is not yet clear exactly how much or how little intrinsic power Graevic/Sethra has at this time. The only spell he has definitely cast himself was a magic mouth . Fizahn also points out that Sethra \"defeated\" all of you just barely (Taern almost had him wrestled into submission) and only after your party was weakened by the fight with the magmins.\n\nThinking about the abomination you just encountered in the Wetwoods inside Graevic's shelter, Fizahn suggests that the gems that \"powered\" the lizardman zombies continued to function even once the creatures were dismembered. In this sense, the gems behaved differently than the \"normal\" gems that power zombies, but that now that you know their secret, the gem zombie variants shouldn't be any harder to defeat than standard zombies.\n\nSethra apparently depends heavily on magic items (such as the Fire Opal that kept his essence intact for centuries, his magic rings that allowed him to narrowly escape from you in the crypt, and the special gems within the zombie lizardmen). His supply of these special items must be limited, however, and his dependence on them suggests that his arcane powers might not yet be at full strength.\n\nA frontal assault on the Grey Keep, using some care and tactical thinking, might be feasible. As Thokk had pointed out previously, in all likelihood, the longer you wait, the more powerful Sethra will become.\n\nHaving said all of that, Fizahn acknowledges that it might be reasonable to try to track down Sarloc's descendants, since presumably Sethra would then come to you, rather than you going to Sethra. The only problem is, how exactly will you track down any descendants of Sarloc?" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa, lizardkin Druid: \nThe lizardkin who had been listening and watching the group particularly Oden Homm, who he suspects is another wizard. The human who hadn't spoken until now, revealed nothing about himself and is looking back at him impresses/intimidates the lizardkin.\n\n I wonder if HE is their chief... \n\nLooking at the party in general:\n These pinkskins aren't as weak as I have been told to belief...They are obviously weaker and deserve to be food for US.. \n\nHe amends the thought:\n\n Those of US that do actually eat pinkskin meat.. but if not for semuanya, greater numbers could drive us off our homes if not...hunt.. US!I have seen this with my own eyes in the wild.Are my visions truly saving the PEOPLE? Sethra will doom my people now. but will the old balance return? Or a new balance without a place for US? My People may have been great and still strong but even the mghty dragon may be brought low. I cannot allow pinkskin and lizardkin to war. I pray semuanya's visions and the spirits that guide me to these pinkskins truly will save my people...\n\nWait why are they talking of \"Sar-loc's heir\". Some type of bait? No. they must not delay.. \n\nThe lizardkin who had been quiet until now, interrupts the conversation:\n\"Pinkskinss, not wisse, to hunt the trail that growss cold. Sstop Ssethra, we musst. Cunning to seek bait it may be, but to kill GREAT prey, quick the hunt and kill must be.Resst pinkskinss and with me, hunt Ssethra.tarry, and the hunted, the hunter becomes. \"\n\nHe pauses and indicates Thokk and Taern, \"Speak wisely.,they do.Come sunrise hunt the wizzard, we will. A quick kill, a hard hunt but HUNT WE MUST.\"\nHe stamps his feet and swings his tail rapidly from left-to-right and back emphasising the need for immediate action and the need for immediate resolution of the discussion.\n\nOOC: hey sorry if i'm pushy but Ssathiyaa's in it for himself/the safety of his kind. Explaining the need to protect another life or going about capturing sethra by an extended route to lure and capture him, or simply doing the good thing will not make sense to him. Lizzies are very diff from humanoids. ;D\nIf we aren't going directly to Sethra, then you're really gonna have to pull off a very good convincing and i mean really good.thanks guys" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern nods vehemently\n\nThe lizard-thing is right. We've gotta act fast otherwise Sethra will get -more- acid cloud ring things, and -then- where would we be? All acided up, that's where.\n\nThinks a moment\n\nMaybe... maybe we could do both? Set out a notice or something... \"If you are Sarloc's heir, please leave a message with Oden Homm in this town. Otherwise you can do whatever you want\" and then we also go in and kill Sethra, killing two birds with two stones!\n\nMaybe we should find some trap or weapon that could kill him once we get there. Like one that'd drop a big rock on his head, or one that would drop him into a hole... Or maybe we need one of those magic longswords, like great Harlan Deval wielded when he slayed the Great Wyrm of the Rift. That'd teach him.\n\nShe subsides, all this thinking clearly wearing her down" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n \"Perhaps we should go assult Sethra's castle. There are bound to be dozens of Items there that he left for himself that we could use to defeat him. And even if we do fail to defeat him there we can still try again in the unapprocable east with all the trinkets we gathered from his lair and help from Sarloc's Hier.\" \n\nAfter speaking, Elthan II begins to stroke the snake that has wraped itself around his right arm." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White \n I see the majority has decided to assault Sethra's fortress. Very well then, I will come with you. But first, there is one thing we should do. Ask for advice. Master Oden, as the oldest and wisest here, what would you suggest we do? \n\nOOC: Shouldn't Oden have spoken long before that anyway?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Oden Homm had been listening to your debate with interest, so when Linda asks for his opinion, he is happy to chime in.\n\n(On the other hand, he really hasn't been a member of your party since you helped him slay the black dragon, so you shouldn't be surprised that he hasn't spoken up before now.)\n\n\"Well, if Sethra was indeed trapped in this 'Fire Opal' during his fight with Sarloc, then one would assume that he had depleted many of his prepared spells in the final battle AND he would have not had any opportunity to prepare any new ones. He likely had no choice but to use magic items in order to escape from you.\n\n\"Now that Sethra has a body (poor Graevic!), one would assume that he would be able to prepare new spells. Yet, there is little sign that he has returned to his former power. It's been a tenday since your 'explorations' released Sethra; yet, it seems that all he has done is slaughter some lizardfolk and raise some of them as zombies.\n\n\"To me, this raises some interesting possibilities: (1) that his powers have degraded over the centuries of disembodiment, (2) that Graevic's body is not as ideal a vessel as might be required to perform high level necromancy, or (3) that perhaps he does not have access to his spellbook - it might have been destroyed in the battle with Sarloc, or perhaps it has been lost or has been taken?\n\n\"Weakened or not, Sethra is still going to be a crafty opponent, but he also seems to have a twisted sense of honor. He could easily have slain Thokk and Taern in the crypt, but he did not. One might wonder then why would he want to kill them now? Why would he leave you a map leading to a trap? If his purpose in this second life is to slay descendants of Sarloc, then why would he bother toying with you?\n\n\"A few other things to keep in mind. He has a ring that can create an acid fog . He has the ability (through the Fire Opal) to possess another being as if through a magic jar . He will take advantage of tactical positioning if he can. You may want to be prepared to counter these tactics if you decide to follow the map to the Keep. Think about protection from acid or protection from evil . Think about ways to cooperate and to use the unique abilities each of you have; try to be more than the sum of your parts.\n\n\"Oh, and by the way, were any of you going to take any of these interesting medallions? You left them on the table this morning. Who knows how they might be useful ...\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"As we do not fully understand their power, they may yet prove helpful, or even dangerous. We will take them, but I want none of you using them unless we are in grave danger.\n\n\"I think that Sethra is toying with us because we know what he is up to. Sarloc's heirs could be powerful wizards, and he fears us warning them about him, so he is trying to lure us into a traps. If Sarloc's heirs are found, they could prove invaluable allies.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan (the original one) helps to heal Thokk's wounds, and soon Thokk feels well enough to head out to the sheds to tend to his dulled sword and damaged armor.\n\nAholoh snoozes by the fire as conversation runs late into the night. While you talk, Oden Homm provides pipes to smoke and port to sip. Eventually, however, you all retire for the night, heading up to your guestrooms. The lizardman prefers to sleep outdoors.\n\nBefore heading off to his chambers, Oden Homm looks out the windows and observes, \"A west wind blows tonight, an omen of change and uncertainty. Sleep well, young friends. We shall see what tomorrow brings ...\"\n\n\n\nOOC: XP wrap up in the OOC thread. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, the Clone Sorcerer \n\nEltahn II goes to bed with all the rest, but gets up a little early so he can examine the medalions and see what illusions they could produce.\n\n(OOC: Knowlage arcana check)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan (II) rises early and finds Taern already up, practicing some fighting forms in the yard. She comes back inside and tells him about the medallions, and he examined them with interest. \"They remind me of the cards in a deck of illusions ,\" he observes.\n\nTheir examination of the copper discs is interrupted, however, by the sound of dogs barking outside. When they run outside to investigate, they see someone approaching from the road through the early morning fog.\n\nAs the person staggers closer, they see a nearly naked human male, bleeding from a variety of lacerations. His left hand is wrapped in a filthy rag. His stringy wet hair dangles down over his face. Taern has a spear in her hand ready and is about to challenge the stranger when suddenly she recognizes him. \"Graevic ...?\" she gasps ..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "After the exertions of this small excursion, Linda goes early to bed. In the morning she wakes up with a yawn and decides it is time for a bath. She heats water in a cauldron then puts it into the bath, adds cold water so as the temperature is to her liking as well as some soap and oils then takes off her dirty, shoes, robes and underwear and enters, having decided not to come out until the water becomes cold enough to stop being comfortable.\nNo sooner she makes that decision than she hears dogs barking downstairs. She swears once, darts out of the bath, takes a towel and wipes off the water hastily then puts on some clothes even faster and comes down to see who has come at this early hour in the morning\n\n\nOOC: By Linda's standards, early morning is around 10 o'clock. ;D" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern drops her spear, and runs over to Graevic, attempting to help him walk, or if necessary pick him up and carry him. She remains blissfully oblivious that this could very well be a trap or a ruse.\n\nHow did you get back here? You're supposed to be trapped in some castle up in the mountains, and we were gonna kill you so we could kill whatsisname. Sethra. Are you alright? Have you healed yourself?\n\nShe continues to barrage him with well-meaning questions and queries" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic staggers towards Taern, shuffling more than walking. He accepts her assistance, but is dropped to his knees by a wracking cough that causes him to moan in pain. He seems oblivious to Taern’s questions, head bowed, kneeling, arms limp by his sides. In a rasping voice, barely above a whisper, ”Th…thank…the…Oak….Lord…made….it” . With that, Graevic tips forward and collapses, his breath barely moving his chest." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "A wet-haired Linda comes down the stairs. She doesn't have her shoes on and she has forgotten to pick up her staff but that is of no cosequence right now. Seeing Graevic collapsing to the ground she runs up to him and attempts to heal him then casts a spell that allows her to detect magic, looking for anything suspicious. It doesn't hurt to be cautious..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Linda tends to Graevic, his breathing becomes deeper and more steady. The color begins to return to his cheeks, but he remains semi-conscious, almost delerious.\n\nSurreptitiously, Linda also checks for any signs of magical possession or compulsion, but finds none." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn suddenly pops up next to Linda. As he sees Graevic, his eyes widen in surprise. Keeping his hand on his \"short sword,\" he walks up to Graevic and kneels behind him.\n\n Either Sethra ran into someone more powerful than him, who was able to dispel Graevic, it's a trap, or... \n \"He used my idea!! That... Graevic, glad you could make it back. Aholoh is safe, and we're glad to have you back. Can you tell us anything about what happened while you were possessed?\" \n Sethra obviously didn't make it far before anything happened. He probably purposefully let Graevic live and sent him back as a warning to us if it was his doing. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa, lizardkin druid: \n\nWoken by a loud barking noise near Oden Homm's dwelling, Ssathiyaa rolls into a defensive position. After determining he was in no immediate danger he rolls up his bedroll and grabs his back pack before rushing into the mist.Slowing as he draws nearer to Oden Homm's, he creeps steadily around the side to see the rest of his group gathered over another humanoid.\nDrawing neare and relaxing, in draconic \"What has occurred? Is this pinkskin a packmate as well? Why has he returned alone?\" \n\nHe merely looks interested neither concerned or worried.H e scratches one clawed hand down the tough leathery skin of his lower jaw and throat.\n\nOOC: If told that this is graevic and that he can lead them to the tower and sethra, Ssathiyaa will not let him out of his sight!" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n\nElthan II gets up, taking a random 5 coins with him, and follows Taern, saying nothing. Upon the Lizardmans arivall, he speaks in draconic\n\n \"This one was one of ours. This is the one that Sethra possesed, but has now discarded. Apparently Sethra stripped him of all his things before leaving with his new vassel. Once he has been healed, he should be able to tell us where Sethra has been, and mybye to where he is now.\" \n\n(OOC: He could ahve gone to his castle or strait to the east. We should be able to find out, assuming GRaevic remembers Sethras thoughts during his possesion. And Daring rouge, can I get a list of the images on the coins?)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The commotion brings Oden Homm outside as well, where he is as surprised as everyone else to see Graevic returned. \"Bring him inside, quickly!\"\n\nTaern carries Graevic into the house, placing him gently on a sofa in the parlor.\n\nOden Homm begins tending to Graevic's wounds, some of which are life-threatening. Some of the injuries seem to have been inflicted by steel, others by a whip or scourge. When Oden Homm unwraps the bandage around Graevic's left hand, he hisses in sympathy. Graevic's pinky finger is missing, having been amputated then crudely cauterized.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The engraved images on the discs are fairly cryptic, making it impossible to determine exactly what effect each disc will have. " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic drifts in and out of consciousness for several hours. He occasionally mumbles gibberish and tosses around fitfully. Slowly, he awakens more fully, looking confused and worried. He asks for food and water, which are quickly brought to him. Wrapping himself in a blanket and sitting in a chair, he eats quickly, barely chewing his foot. Stopping occasionally to pet Aholoh or smile at one of the party. Satiated, he leans back in the seat, eyes closed, he sighs deeply.\n\nOpening his eyes, he looks to the party. ”My friends, I can not tell you how happy I am to see you again. Thank you tending to my wounds. I did what I could with what I had. I am not quite sure how I even got made it here. I awoke, alone, as you saw me when I arrived, though perhaps with less mud. I tended my wounds as best I could, and made my way back here. It is difficult to recall everything that happened. I walked, I hunted, I slept, and I prayed.” A look of deep sadness momentarily shows on Graevic’s face, he sighs gently, and continues. ”The last I recall was entering the crypt and seeing the skeletons. I have glimpses, blurry and confusing, but I can not recall any specific details after that. I can lead you back to where I awoke, after, um, I get some clothes and maybe a bit of rest” , Graevic self consciously tugs on the blanket covering his mostly naked body." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern furrows her brow.\n\n\"Oh, dang. You don't remember anything about when Sethra was in your head? Where did you wake up at? Do you know why he... err.. she? It? It.. where it is right now?\"\n\nShe sighs and complains.\n\n\"At this rate, Sethra will be a hundred miles away and already jumping in other people's heads. Great. What do we do now? Kill everyone we meet, just in case they have a Sethra in their head?\"\n\n\"Well, no. We can't do that. We might kill one of Sarloc's kids, and that would be... uhh.. counter pro-duct-ive.\"\n\nPleased with her large word, she lapses into silence, not really realizing how idiotic she just sounded." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"This does complicate things a bit, because we have no idea who he is. If he possessed someone very powerful, then he could have gotten into the fort without a struggle, and if we tried to find him and fight him, we'd end up killing innocents, who are only following him because they have a contract with whoever the person he possessed was. For all we know, he could have taken over a woman...\" \n\nFizahn pauses in his speech, and takes his \"short sword\" out and begins nervously tossing it into the air.\n\n \"Would we kill everyone there? He could just have possessed a servant, and the lord of the castle is one of Sarloc's heirs and he's trying to make us do his dirty work.\" \n\nFizahn sheathes his weapon and looks gravely at the lizardman.\n\n \"I think we have no choice but to try and find Sarloc's heirs before we confront Sethra.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n\nHe hisses in disagreement and shakes his head violently from side to side. He speaks to Fizahn in his usual flat tone in draconic \"That would not be wisse. The hunt hass become harder but it is not beyond uss. Thiss Graevic was a vessel to sSethra, a track remains, growing colder. He must possess some other creature but his markings betray him. In pinkspeech, you spoke of a object that sSethra needs to jump body. He must carry this unnatural object. We will know him by this. \"\n \n\nHe pauses looking around at the others to see if they understand him. The pointed tongue slips in and out of his mouth more rapidly, betraying his excitement on an otherwise unreadable face.\n\nHe raises his voice now as he mentions,\n\"Pursue the hunt, we must. Visions, i see \".\n\nturning back to Fizahn but now turning to Linda often, he continues, this time in his normal tone which hardens at the end,\n There is a lair i saw in my vision. I am certain it is lair of the abomination not his prey.\nIt is better to Hunt the tiger to his lair, then to sstalk hiss prey and wait for him. He hass many prey. Can you sstalk all of them? The hunt turns harder and our prey stronger if we rest long or hunt his prey for him. \" \n\nHe points a single claw to graevic.\n\"Ussse him, we musst\"\nand walks towards the chair Graevic is on to stand before him, before spinning around with his back to graevic and aholoh to face everyone and exclaim\n\n\"Hunt one single prey.\"\n\nHe sweeps the room with one hand and with some difficulty, as though, he was being forced to speak it.\n\n\"aas.... one...paack\"\n\n Their minds are as scattered as birds at the sound of thunder. Feh. Pinkskins remain pinkskins. I must drive them like the wolf to their prey for them. Why do they seek to find 'Sarloc's heirs'? how does that help to kill the 'sethra' that upsets the balance?..wait.. \n \"When we find and rip sSethra to piecess, you may travel to ssarloc's heirss, You will be glad little pinkskin... to part company with me... by then. Is this acceptable?\" \n\nHe stands with his head cocked and his palms facing out to you. His tail flickers from side to side in anticipation of the group's decision\n\n OOC: Sorry guys.. Ssathiyaa sees the Sarloc's heir pathway as longshots and is determined to forge ahead with his visions to guide him and Graevic to provide him with a startin point. Again i emphasise that protecting his tribe and you all while his tribe's fate depends upon you are his interests he will not wish to protect Sarloc's heirs just 'cos it is a good deed in itself.. and i think someon needs to rp a very good convincing argument if you wish to get him to abandon a very obvious path to sethra.. at least in 'his mind'. and even if we aren't powerful enough to take him downyet, Ssathiyaa would still rather track down the dark tower and scout and gather intel on sethra and at least deplete him of resources and plan our attack at the best possible moment.. maybe we delay attacking him until.. he attacks an heir or a another bunch of ppl. then we join in and turn him into geography!\n :) " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"That is true, but I propose finding his prey and adding them to our pack. With a stronger pack, it will be easier to destroy the tiger, and with it's prey in our pack, we will know it will come to us eventually. If it comes to us, then we will choose the ground upon which it fights. It is better to fight the tiger on open ground than in it's lair. It is now preparing it's lair to serve as a deathtrap for us. It would be better if we lured it away from it's deathtrap into ours. Also with it's prey in our herd, we can change it's hunting grounds so that it doesn't destroy your tribe.\" \n\nFizahn looks gravely at the lizardman once more, giving it time to answer, and preparing his next argument.\n\n It does us no good to find Sethra if we find him in a place where we are easily killed. I hope that Linda and Graevic will understand my logic, and try to sway the lizardman. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan (original) comes downstairs from the library and joins the conversation.\n\n\"Remember that, according to Sarloc's journal, Sethra's old fortress was destroyed, and presumably has lain in ruin for centuries. Furthermore, based on the map you found, the Grey Keep appears to be hidden away in the mountains. It seems unlikely that it is currently inhabited by 'innocents'.\"\n\n\"I do, however, understand Fizahn's caution. But, if you decide to leave Sethra alone for now and instead try to find Sarloc's descendants, then you have a big problem. Who and where are they?\"\n\n\"I have spent many hours studying texts and genealogies, particularly those from the 'Unapproachable' East in the hopes of identifying any of Sarloc's descendants. The most likely line of descent seems to be through the Relik family - a line of nobles from the kingdom of Unther. Unfortunately, many Untherites of noble lineage have been killed since Mulhorand invaded and conquered Unther. If indeed the Relik family is the last branch of Sarloc's line, then perhaps politics and war have already accomplished what Sethra is setting out to do ...\"\n\n\"Even if my information is correct, therefore, I am not exactly sure whether any descendant still lives. And you still have the problem of how you would go about finding any of Sarloc's descendants even if they would believe your warnings ...\"\n\n...\n\nThokk says nothing, and instead polishes his sword and armor." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern's face lights up\n\n\"Hey! I had an idea! Why don't we split up. Some of us go and kill Sethra, and some of us go and find Sarloc's kids!\"\n\nShe looks around eagerly.\n\nOOC: Err... just so you don't take her too seriously, as a player, I'm -not- suggesting we split up. Also, you guys have been listening to her crackpot ideas to take them with a grain of salt, right?" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic, looking somewhat refreshed from the meal and wearing some spare clothes, nods slightly at Oden’s comments. ”My friends. Hunting down the heir would be most difficult, as we have very little information to go on. The lands are massive and an heir could be anywhere in then lands. And it could be that, as Oden mention, Mulhorand forces slew the heir during their invasion. However, “ Graevic gets a glint in his eye, ”we KNOW where Sethra was and we know he carries an item of great power. Those two things make him much easier prey than searching for an individual fish in the Dragon Sea. Though, we would have to set out quickly, stopping only to purchase what supplies we need. I can lead use back to his last known location, and we can start our search there for a new trail. Would it be possible to track Sethra through that gem he carries? \n\nGraevic smiles at Taern. ”I have been separated from my friends long enough. We must remain together, no mater which path we chose to take.” " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \"Elthan II, The Clone Sorcerer \n \"Spliting up could concievibly work Taern. Oden Could help us round up the villigers in the area and form a militia to combat Sethra. Three of us could go with the militia and assaut Sethra's Keep, While the other four could go to the east and track down Sarloc's desendent and warn him.\"\n\n\"However, it would still be best to loot what we can from Grey Keep, and, should Sethra be found there, destroy him before he travels to the east.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Personally, I don't think that splitting up would be the best idea. We have no idea how powerful Sethra really is. If we are to have a frontal assault, or even a sneak attack, we will need everyone, unless we know that person isn't going, and aren't counting on him.\" Fizahn turns quickly to look at Elthan, (the first Elthan) smiling at him, he then resumes his speech.\n\n \"Elthan, we know you don't want to adventure anymore, but you could help us so much without having to adventure. Just think of it as traveling for research. I'm sure you could find many libraries as great or greater than Oden Homm's, and you'd be able to practice your sorceries. You wouldn't have to combat anything, and you'd probably prove to be a valuable agent for us in Unther. There's also a chance you may find Sarloc's heir.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan (original) rubs his chin. \"Hmm. That's not a bad idea Fizahn.\"\n\n\"I've always wanted to see the East. And maybe one person poking around won't be as obtrusive as a party of six.\n\n\"If I leave right away, I should be able to reach Aglarond in a tenday (or less if the winds cooperate). I can signal back immediately if I find any leads on any of Sarloc's descendants ...\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n\nThe lizardkin's tail hangs down without swinging and his shoulders are lowered now. He looks visibly relaxed.\n\n Semuanya rains his blessing on me again. The pinkskins are planning their hunt wisely. My heart feels lighter under the guidance of my lord....\n As long as i don't allow further delays in this hunt, this imbalance may vanish before my people may rashly war on these pinkskins. Strange that Sethra should delay to slay my people after his escape. My people's path and his may never have crosssed if he had retreated to his lair with no delays..........Something.....something.. doesn't feel right... \n\nHis gaze falls own Fizahn and his eyes turn into slits\n The little pinkskin has the spirit of a wolverine. Hard and tough. And his hunting is worthy... for a pinkskin..I mean.... \nHe adds the last thought hastily and shakes his head to come out of his reverie.\nTurning to look at Graevic, he studies the human, learning what he can. When Graevic notices him looking Ssathiyaa nods his head slightly.\n\nSpeaking to no-one particularly\n in draconic, \"I'll gather some healing roots for the hurt pinkskin. There are few pinkskins outside but i will not take too long\" \n\nbefore he heads out. He feels confident that the party will hunt Sethra directly.\n\nOOC: Survival and Knowledge (Nature) rolls to scrounge up anything that will aid Graevics recovery or to just bring along for later. He doesn't intend to wander too far so he's willing to return empty handed if necessary. And he intends to find where Tcha(my companion) is and possibly bring him with him back to Oden Homm's" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n I don't think I can really offer more to what has been said. We will make a decision when we have all said what we can, and whatever course we decide on, I'll follow. \n\nElthan II procedes to sit down and examine the coins again, intent on figuring out what illusions each coin could produce.\n\n(OOC: I cant find the village we are in on the map. About how far are we from Grey Keep and how long would it take us to get there?)" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic nods to no one in general, ”Well then, I’ll take the coins we gained from the barrow and head to town to try and replace my gear. I will return shortly.” With that, Graevic, Aholoh bounding behind him, heads out the house towards town.\n\n((OOC: DR, going to basically purchase what is on my equipment list, if available. Please let me know if I need to change anything or if anything is not available/outside my current means. ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The (as yet un-named) lizardman forages at the edge of Oden Homm's fields for some healing roots while the peasants eye him suspiciously.\n\n...\n\nElthan II continues to carefully examine the copper medallions, while the others argue.\n\n...\n\nGraevic looks quite a bit better this morning, thanks to a bath and the healing magic of Linda and Oden Homm. Unfortunately, even arcane healing is not able to regenerate his left pinky finger, leaving him permanently disfigured.\n\nHe borrows a horse and heads into town (Aholoh happily riding on his lap), returning in the afternoon with new armor, weapons, and a pack full of gear.\n\nHe graciously accepts the lizardman's herbs, though in truth his healing is almost complete.\n\n...\n\nThokk's armor and sword are polished to a mirror finish by this time. \"Ach, so when do we set off to kill the wizard?\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n 'Well Thokk, assuming we're all ready we could leave right now.\" \n\nElthan II takes the small box of coins and puts it in his bag." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk rolls up the map to the Grey Keep, loads his gear up onto his warhorse, then clambers onto its back. \"Laddies (and lassies), I say there's a time for gabbing and there's a time for action. We've done more than enough gabbing. I say it's time we took some action. Who's with me?\"\n\nAt the same time, Elthan (original) has packed up his own traveling gear and is ready to head east to Hlondeth, where he will catch a ship that will take him across the Sea of Fallen Stars to Velprintalar, capital of Aglarond in the Unapproachable East.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: It's time for each individual to choose a path ... Will you follow Thokk to the Grey Keep, or head to the East in search of Sarloc's descendants with Elthan? " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "nods firmly to Thokk\n\nI'm with you. I'll see to it that that damned undead-raiser gets his neck rung.\n\nShe goes and packs her gear" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I don't know why I'm doing this, I'll probably end up getting myself killed, but I'm going to the keep with you, Thokk.\" \n\nFizahn swings up onto his pony, ready to go." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan II swings his pack on and jumps onto his horse.\n\n\n(OOC: I'll be taking the coins with us. If we/you need/want to have a coin just in case, Elthan will divide them out.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "Ssathiyaa:\n\nThe lizardman stands next to Graevic and follows him when he rises to join Thokk and the others. He turns to look at Linda." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda, too, prepares for travel, though it is not immediately clear whether she will be heading to the Keep or if she plans to accompany Elthan (I) to the East.\n\nOden Homm watches all eight of you as you prepare for departure. The expression on his face is hard to read.\n\n\"My friends, I can't shake this strange premonition that our paths will not cross again for a very long time (if ever). I hope that I am wrong, but the feeling is very strong. Before you head out to meet your destinies, please accept a few gifts from an old man ...\"\n\nHe enters the house, then returns with several items.\n\nHe gives Taern an ivory-handled shortspear. Its honed blade shines like silver. \"When I saw you give up the waraxe for those spears, I felt that you might be able to put this to good use.\"\n\nHe hands Fizahn a small knapsack with 4 vials inside. \"The oil is not to be ingested, but rather is meant as an ointment for your weapons. I trust they will be useful in your quest against this evil necromancer.\"\n\nAnd finally he passes a plain gold ring to Linda, his apprentice. \"Foolish Linda, always more interested in your arcane studies than in preserving your own skin! I would grieve greatly to hear that any harm came to you. Please wear this in good health.\"\n\n\"And for the rest of you, be well and good hunting!\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern recieves a +1 holy shortspear. Fizahn receives 4 magic oils (Bless Weapon). Linda receives a ring of protection (+1 AC).\n\nPlease decide on a marching order and establish three night/watch shifts (either individuals or pairs). " }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern studies Oden for a long moment, eyes searching the wrinkles of his ancient, care-worn face. Finally, she takes the gift with a thankful nod, examining the spear closely. Silently, she sticks the spear in the holder with the others, carefully tucking it so that it can be drawn quickly. Finally, she looks up once more and speaks, gravely.\n\n\"Master Oden Homm... I am forever in your debt. You were the one who first brought me to this group which I now dub my friends.\"\n\nShe waves her hand over the group, naming each in turn.\n\n\"Ethan, Thokk, Fizhan, Linda, Graevic...\"\n\nShe shakes her head, voice filled with emotion.\n\n\"Who would have thought that in the few weeks we have been together, a bond so strong could have been formed... Between those so different.. In appearance, in spirit...\"\n\nShe turns back to Oden.\n\n\"I have you to thank for this, all of this. I, Taern Torminson, of the Strongroot clan, am at your service. If.. when.. we meet again, if there is anything I can do to assist you.. to repay this debt.. you have only to ask.\"\n\nAfter this emotional (and somewhat cliche) outburst, she quiets again, then raises her voice in a steady elven chant.\n\n May Tymora's lucky smile shine over you.\nMay trees ever bend and provide you with shade.\nMay the strong West Wind ever blow at your back.\nMay the sun illuminate the path before you.\nMay the moon and the stars ever glitter brightly above your head.\nMay you find peace and prosperity wherever you wander. \n\nHer blessing said, she mounts her horse and waits for the others to form up.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------\n\nWhile she is waiting for the others, she draws the softly glowing shortspear from its holder, examining it closely... She swings it a few times, seeing how it responds, and marvelling at the soft golden glow the spear-head sheds.\n\nFinally, she draws it up in the guard position, examining the designs on the shaft.\n\n\"I shall call you Aercalad ... Holy Light.\"\n\nShe then returns the spear to it's holder and looks around, waiting for the others to finish." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I would like to start off by thanking you for this gift. I assume it's some sort of poison, or maybe something magical that will help in combat. It may very well be a long time before we meet, but I'm sure we will meet again. You started us on our adventure in this area, and you provided shelter for us when we ran into problems that we couldn't handle. I hope you live a long and prosperous life. You have done so much good in the time you've already had. I hope you continue to do good, and I will try to solve our mistake.\" Fizahn announces, while riding the pony, so he's as tall as everyone. When he says \"our mistake,\" he indicates Thokk, Taern, Graevic, Linda, Elthan and himself." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "(OOC: here's my 2cp for marching order and watch.\nEverone is represented by the first letter of thier name.\n\n.................................... G\n.............................Ta Th S\n.................................L E\n\n......................................F\n\nWith this order, Greavic can spot anything in front of us, and Fizahn can sneak off to the side and flank from behind. Night watch should be split between Greavic, Ssyathiya, Fizahn and Taern, all of them having the highest spot checks. One can take the night off and the other 3 can watch, alternating each night. Any suggestions?)" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic prepares the remainder of his equipment and thanks Oden for his hospitality and gifts. Holding Aholoh in one hand, he mounts his horse, and waits for the others to finish preparing. As Taern finishes her blessings, Graevic holds his silver oak leaf medallion in his hand and whispers quietly, “May the Oak Lord protect us”. \n\n((OOC:\nI’m good with the given order and watch plans. S.O.P for Graevic (assuming normal moving speed): Aholoh off to the side in a flanking/scouting position. Bow will be wielded if undergrowth is minimal, otherwise, scimitar and shield. Will keep watch for anything (spot/search/track) out of the ordinary, moving as silently as possible at normal moving speeds))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n\nThe lizardkin hardly knew Oden Homm but understands that he offered him hospitality in pinkskin lands. He bows his head slightly as he leaves, at Oden but otherwise says nothing. Once outside he acquiesces to Elthan II's plan and assumes his place patiently waiting for the pinkskins to bid their farewells. He looks into the distance and tries to foresee the weather ahead.\n\nOOC: I have darkvision. I'd be good to leave on night watch. And I'm good with the marching orer. Good job King_of_Griffins.\nI hold a barbed dart in a hand and my shield in the other. my club hangs suspended from my belt. In an attack I will first throw my dart and then attack with a claw and secondary bite if it seems like a dangerous foe or drop the shield when i'm close enough and multiattack with 2 claws and a secondary bite. I carry the shield mainly for ranged protection and to fight defensively if i have to.\n\nSorry i haven't posted in the OOC column. I'll do so soon. My attachment's been crazy-busy.\n\nMODIFIED: thanks cannonade.took me awhile to figure out what i had formed by merging the words night and watch.It has been rectified" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "((OOC: I'm good with the marching order.\n\nTaern will sing jolly elven traveling songs, and on combat, charge in with reckless abandon.))" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "When Oden speaks to her in this way and gives her this parting gift, Linda's face goes red and she almost bursts in crying (almost).\n You... you're right as always master-I will miss you... Thank you for this gift-I always focused in my art more than I did in my own safety-and I shall wear it both as a protection and as a reminder to everything you've taught me. I will try to make you proud in this dangerous journey...\n\nNow, I think Elthan is right-the marching order he proposes is good and the shifts he has set would be the best in my opinion as well-no, I don't say that because I don't like to lose my comfort, I just think I wouldn't be suitable for the watch anyway. \n\nLinda becomes a bit redder as she says that-the change of subject was to hide her being touched by what Oden said and gave to her but didn't turn out very well-it would seem that Linda did want to skip being a lookout in order to lazily rest in her bedroll all night... ;D" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk insists on being included in the watch rotation. \"Me being the only one of all of us with the darkvision after all ...\"\n\nAnd then the seven of you are off, headed north into the Orsraun mountains ...\n\nGraevic leads the party back the way he came, as best he can remember. It doesn't take long before it is clear that he is indeed heading toward the same spot marked as the Grey Keep on the map.\n\nIt takes several days and nights to retrace Graevic's descent from the mountains. The nighttime chill deepens as you head higher into the mountains, and all but Thokk find the journey increasingly uncomforable as the terrain gets rockier and drier. The lizardman in particular seems ill-suited for this terrain, but he complains not, bearing the cold, dry air stoically.\n\nAfter the first couple of nights, you decide not to keep a fire burning overnight, so as not to attract any unwanted attention. You shiver yourselves to sleep and awaken to frost covering the ground and your tents in the morning of the third day.\n\nThe third night is a crisp clean moonlit one. Thokk is on watch when he spots movement along a nearby ridge. Awakening the rest of you as quietly as he can, he points out about 10 silhouettes, shuffling along toward the east.\n\nThe shaggy fur, the hunched posture, and loping gaits of the humanoids make them instantly recognizable as gnolls. They are armed as if for war, but they are heading away from the Grey Keep, rather than towards it. Three or four of them limp or hold their arms stiffly suggesting that they've been injured recently.\n\nThey are several hundred yards away and show no signs of being aware of your presence ..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nNot waiting for the others, Taern springs atop a nearby rock in plain view of the gnolls, waving Aercalad about as she shouts a challenge to the gnolls.\n\n\"Who are you creatures and why are you here? I'll have you know that if you bear hostile intentions, me and my friends won't hesitate to gut you without remorse!\"\n\nShe waves her spear around some more, and attempts to portray as menacing an air as possible.\n\n OOC: Intimidate check at a +7\n\nShe doesn't know when she's horribly outmatched :D " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic and Aholoh \n\nGraevic sighs slightly at Taern’s brash action. Whispering loudly ”We do not need to draw attention to ourselves!” Graevic moves silently in a wide arc around where Taern is standing. Drawing and nocking an arrow as he moves. Aholoh, after looking momentarily at Graevic, arcs around in the opposite direction.\n\n{{OOC:\nMove silently [+9] to get in a somewhat flanking position of where Taern is standing (assuming the gnolls react and come for her). Will get somewhere that provides a clean shot in that direction.\n}}" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "[b]Ssathiyaa:[b]\nShaking his head, and hissing loudly enough to make his displeasure known, Ssathiyaa stalks into a position where he can easily throw his darts at any gnoll that comes within 10ft of Taern.(If it can't be helped he will allow himself to be seen.If not he will stay low.) He keeps an eye out for any hidden surprises on his flank. He prepares to run and flank the gnolls( from the right assuming he's on the right flank of the order)\n\n SEMUANYA! I pray the pinkskin doesn't do this when we find the Sethra-creature. Maybe the pinkskin is too stupid to know what fear is?.....!!..Is it trying to menace those beasts alone?...strange beasts...the hides look thick..good...I need more hide...this cold is freezing me blood and bone. I may get some fresh meat as well.... Semuanya!..The pinkskin had best live for the greater hunt to continue \n\nHe crouches low and hefts a dart in a clawed hand readily..\n\nOOC: Ready action against any gnoll that goes 10ft near Taern. Throughout combat, the lizard will disengage from what it's doing if it sees Graevic attacked and attack anything that does." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan appears to cast a spell, but stops just short of doing so. He then goes to his Crossbow and loads it, hanging it at his side.\n\n(OOC; Elthan readies an action to cast Mage Armor should combat erupt, and also loads his crossbow.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n I shouild really get out of this party before she gets me killed... \n\nFizahn arcs in the direction opposite from Graevic, following Aholoh. He has his crossbow out, and is ready to shoot at the gnolls should they appear hostile.\n\nOOC: Just so you know, DR, Fizahn sleeps in his armor, so he's got it on. Upon being woken, his first action would be to strap on his \"short sword\" located as close as possible, without being a danger of stabbing himself with it, and then grab his crossbow.\nMove silently +9" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " OOC: Good point, Fizhan. Taern -doesn't- sleep in her armor. She sleeps in the thickewarmest clothing she can find. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnolls continue to lope along the ridge, seemingly oblivious to Taern's challenge. For a few heartbeats, you almost believe that they will ignore Taern and continue on their way. Then, one of the larger gnolls (those with low light or darkvision see that she is a female) issues two short barks.\n\nSilently, five of the gnolls break off and head towards your camp. They move in a loose skirmish formation, ducking behind rocks when available, keeping about 30 ft in between each other as they work their way towards your position. Since they are no longer silhouetted against the sky, they are no longer visible to the humans in the party.\n\nThe other five gnolls, including the large female, drop back behind the ridge and are no longer visible.\n\nAs far as the humans are concerned, the gnolls have vanished. Those of you with better night vision see five gnolls zigzagging purposefully towards your location, popping in and out of view, spread out across the rocky terrain." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern heaves a sigh and hops down off of the rock she was using as a pedastal.\n\n\"Guess they don't want to talk...\"\n\nShe thinks a moment.\n\n\"Wait.. Does anyone here speak 'ugly-hairy-dogman-ish'?\"\n\nThen she assumes a fighting position, attempting to use the soft light from her spear to assist the humans in seeing the surrounding area." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk (fully armored at all times) mumbles in dwarven, no doubt cursing Taern's impulsiveness. But the dwarf was never one to turn down a fight, so he grabs his shield and draws his sword, taking up position next to Taern. He peers into the darkness, and seems almost lost in thought as if reliving a battle from his past. \"Here they come lads. Steady now.\"\n\nElthan and Fizahn crouch behind and slightly off to the side from Thokk and Taern.\n\nThe lizardman and Graevic crouch low and slink off in opposite directions to take up flanking positions, though neither can see much in the darkness. Aholoh waddles off even farther into the night in order to act as a scout for Graevic.\n\nLinda continues to slumber, lost in her dreams ...\n\n...\n\nThe five gnolls, drawn by the light from Taern's spear, converge to within 60 feet of your party, taking up positions behind large rocks. They hold there as if awaiting some kind of signal." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan, from behind Thokk and Taern.\n\n \"You there! We are not here to hurt you. We came here to confront a sorcerer that gaurds himself in a keep not far from here. You came from that direction recently, have you not? You must have seen it.\" \n\nElthan's crossbow hand twitches, just waiting to draw and fire.\n\n(OOC: Diplomacy at +6)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Tired from marching so hard for several miles, Linda falls early to sleep when the team makes camp. A few hours later she is awakened by the shouts of her comrades.\n Ugh.. what is going on? To whom are you shouting? Did you really have to wake me up at this unearthy hour of night? \nNot seeing the gnolls that have come near the camp, she rises from her bedroll and looks puzzled at her comrades." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n What? The beasts are stopping... NO!! ... this is all WRONG...we were deceived... \n\nThe Lizardman gets up and sprints to the rear of the party..dart in hand. He scans with his darkvision for any obvious threats but expects to spot none. The positioning of hunters from two opposite sides is a tactic so ancient within the natural world and the lizardkin that all he needed was the abrupt cease of the gnolls to know that there was a threat the paryy was oblivious to.\n\n Semuanya grant me speed to stop them before it is too late \n\nOOC: Ssathiyaa will cast entangle on the patch of ground he feels most likely to conceal an enemy 180 degrees to the back of where the gnolls are hiding and where the threat is coming from. ie. he will not just cast in open ground where he sees no one and doesn't get a bad vibe from.If he can see a threat coming then he will cast entangle in their path." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman breaks from his position and sprints away into the darkness. Thokk curses, \"I said HOLD greenskin!\"\n\nYou hear a short bark from one of the gnolls.\n\n Thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip ... \n\nA flurry of arrows streaks towards Taern and Thokk. Thokk takes two on his shield. One creases Taern's shoulder, opening up a small wound.\n\n\n\nOOC: Taern takes 4 hp damage. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n \"Doesn't seem like they want to talk.\" \n\nElthan says the last word to his spell and fires his crossbow at the least concield gnoll." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's crossbow bolt glances off a rock, forcing one of the gnolls to duck back behind cover for a moment." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "(If Graevic can see the Gnolls in the light from the party still in the camp, he will stick with ranged attacks. Otherwise, he will close to melee, scimitar and kukri in hand)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is too dark for Graevic to make out exactly where the gnolls are, but when he hears the twang of their shortbows and the hiss of their arrows, he decides to quickly close to melee range, angling in from the side in the hopes of flanking their skirmish line.\n\nThokk sees Graevic's movement, and charges straight ahead into the midst of the gnolls, letting out a dwarven war cry in an attempt to keep them from noticing Graevic's flanking maneuver.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, behind the party the lizardman peers into the darkness, entangle spell ready, to make sure the party isn't ambushed from behind ..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda takes a small stone and mutters a few words. Suddenly, the small stone sheds light as bright as a good torch, illuminating the area for all to see." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"May my weapon be as thy hammer, striking thy enimies unto oblivian' \n\nThree guesses what Thokk is going to do. Ill give you a hint. It involves hacking and slashing everything in his way" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda raises the glowing rock over her head, casting a soft light that reveals Fizahn's and Elthan's position as they crouch down with their crossbows. The light spell isn't powerful enough to illuminate the gnolls holding their positions 60 feet way, but it does make Linda a tempting target ...\n\n\"Get down!\" Fizahn warns Linda as he looses a crossbow bolt toward a gnoll. The bolt ricochets off a rock into the night. Elthan busily reloads his crossbow.\n\nA second volley of arrows screams out of the darkness. Three arrows strike Linda, one piercing her chest just above her heart. She falls backward without a sound. The light -ed stone rolls from her hand, casting dancing shadows across the rocky terrain.\n\nThokk cuts down the first gnoll he encounters, and without pausing moves on toward his next target. Graevic slips in from the side, chops a gnoll's bow in half with his kukri, then slashes deeply with his scimitar. The remaining gnolls throw aside their bows and ready their battleaxes.\n\nThe lizardman crouches behind the others, peering toward the rear. When Linda casts her light spell, he glances back towards the others. As he does so, he spots several shadowy forms converging from the party's right flank. Semuanya! The second squad of gnolls charges in from the party's undefended flank.\n\nThe lizardman spins around, hisses, and gestures with a clawed hand. Vines rise up out of the gravel and entangle the two gnolls closest to his position. The other three gnolls, including the female leader, close in on Elthan's position, battleaxes ready to swing.\n\nTaern stares at the chaos that has erupted in front of her, behind her, and to the side (all because of her foolish actions). She shifts her weight back and forth, undecided about what to do next.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary: \n\nLinda casts light . Elthan misses with a natural 1. Fizahn misses with a 16 (10 + 6).\n\nGnolls attack (natural 20, confirmed with a 19; 12, 12, 8, 5) and hit Linda with three arrows, one critical. Linda takes 20 (4 + 3 + 6 + 4 + 3) damage.\n\nThokk hits with a 25 (16 + 9) for 11 (5 + 6) damage, killing one gnoll.\n\nGraevic attacks with his rapier hitting with a 20 (14 + 6) for 5 damage.\n\nThe lizardman casts entangle on two gnolls.\n\n\n\n Current HP \n\nTaern: 25\nLinda: 0 (20 - 20) disabled " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n \"Damn! Take this!\" \n\nElthan begins chanting darkly.\n\n(OOC:Cast ray of enfeblement at the same gnoll, assuming gnoll has not fallen. This should be fun to the gnoll fall under the weight of thier own clothing. Mwahahahaha! It's the power of necromancy! The power of evil compels you!)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lassie! Ill protect ye!\" \n\nStart moving towards Linda if it is feasible, taking a double move to stand over her or along side her. If I cannot reach her in one turn, I will move as close as possible while still attacking Gnolls" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern, wavering at first, sees Linda savagely struck down. As the blood trickles down her chest, her eyes go from their normal bright green to a coppery color, and she lets out a deafening bellow, roaring in Elven as she leaps across the rocks, recklessly charging the gnoll leader.\n\n IN TYMORA'S HOLY NAME, AND BY THE STRENGTH OF THE STRONGROOT CLAN, I SHALL SLAY YOU BACKSTABBING DOGFIENDS! YOUR BLOOD WILL COAT MY SPEAR AS YOUR BODIES LAY SCATTERED ON THE GROUND! TASTE MY WRATH, SCUMBAGS, AND KNOW THAT IT IS YOUR DOOM! \n OOC: Bah, being on vacation for a day and a half cost Taern her action.\n\nTaern will Rage, then attempt to charge the leader, attacking with Aercalad. If charging is impossible, she will run towards the leader, getting as close as she can.\n\nHer attack (if the charge is successful) is at +11 for 1d6+2d6(if they are Evil)+5 damage.\n\nEDIT: From Raging, she now has 33 HP. The Rage lasts for 4 rounds. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Heavily wounded by her own shortsightedness, Linda chants a healing spell that will patch up her wounds somewhat. Ofcourse, she did see that the party needed light but always rash, she did not realise that the light would make her a target-or maybe didn't care to spare a thought on that. In pain and with three arrows in her body, she now pays for her lack of wisdom. After healing herself, she tries to crawl away from the thick of combat.\n\n\nOOC: That's what I get for trying to RP a high intelligence, arrogant and not very wise character. Anyway, cure light wounds on self then crawl away from the advancing gnolls." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n\nSsathiyaa runs forwards and hoists his dart at the nearest gnoll.\n(OOC: This will be one of the gnolls next to the leader if possible or one of the entangled ones if not.)\nHe utters the words of his favourite spell, nafass and gestures with his claw and notes the familiar green glow return around his claws before charging one of the bodyguards.\n\n OOC: Ssathiyaa moves, throws a ranged weapon and then casts Magic Fang, he moves that round and will charge the next round. Incidentally is it possible for him to jump onto an opponent and knock him down and then disembowel him? ambitious and very jurassic park, i know but if a modified 'overrun' is allowed i'd like to. ;D " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic, seeing Thokk withdrawing to defend the fallen Linda, attacks the nearest gnoll with scimitar and kurki, yelling loudly trying to draw attention to himself to protect Thokk's retreat. While attacking, he mentally calls for Aholoh to flank the gnoll hs is engaged with." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda concentrates, eyes closed, using her inborn arcane abilities to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds. The third arrow is lodged just above her aorta, and it twitches with every heartbeat, but Linda is stable for now.\n\nThokk falls back, standing in a defensive posture over Linda, leaving Graevic to engage the gnolls alone. Elthan murmurs and points to one of the gnolls without effect.\n\nAholoh leaps out from behind a rock and sinks his small teeth into the hindquarters of the gnoll facing Graevic, which opens up an opportunity for Graevic to slash the gnoll across the throat. The gnoll falls gurgling to the ground.\n\nAs the remaining three gnolls close on Graevic, Fizahn snipes one. The gnoll yelps as Fizahn's crossbow bolt lodges in his flank. Surprisingly disciplined, the gnolls press the attack, and Graevic narrowly avoids being decapitated. As it is, one blow clips him along the ribs. Only his mithril shirt prevents him from being critically injured.\n\n...\n\nTaern charges to the right, straight into the second set of gnolls. As she chants, she thrusts her shortspear all the way through the chest of the gnoll leader. The spear penetrates as if the gnoll's ribs were not even there. For a moment Taern and the gnoll bitch stand with their faces only inches apart. The gnoll looks at Taern with surprise, or is it respect? It is hard to tell. The gnoll dies on her feet, impaled on Taern's spear.\n\nThe lizardman rushes toward the remaining gnolls, hurling a barbed dart at the nearest one. The dart flies true, sinking deeply into the gnoll's neck.\n\nThe two gnolls fiercely attack Taern, attempting to avenge the death of their leader. Taern absorbs their blows without flinching. Deep in her battlelust, she doesn't even notice the blood trickling down her arms and sides.\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary (three gnolls remain engaged in melee with Graevic; another pair of gnolls are fighting Taern; two more gnolls are entangled): \n\nThokk moves next to Linda. Linda casts cure light wounds for 7 points. Elthan casts ray of enfeeblement but misses with a 9 (7 + 2). Fizahn shoots a gnoll with a 23 (16 + 7) hitting for 3 damage.\n\nGraevic attacks with a 21 (13 + 8) and a 9 (2 + 8) hitting once for 6 damage. Aholoh attacks with a 20 (14 + 6) hitting for 1 point of damage.\n\nThree gnolls attack Graevic (8, 16, 21), one hits for 5 damage.\n\nTaern charges with a 20 (9 + 11) hitting for 14 points of damage, killing the gnoll leader.\n\nThe lizardman attacks a gnoll with a natural 20 (confirms critical with a 15 (13 + 2)) hitting for 6 points.\n\nTwo gnolls attack Taern (12, 22) and both hit for 7 and 4 points.\n\n Current HP \n\nLinda: 7 (0 + 7)\nTaern: 22 (33 - 11)\nGraevic: 18 (23 - 5)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nAfter two failed attacks, Eltahn swears and rereats to Thokks position, where begins chanting again, making the air feel slightly colder.\n\n(OOC: Moving to behind Thokk, next to Linda, and casting Chill Touch.)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nRoaring in pure fury, Taern whirls, stabbing viciously at the gnoll that caused her the most discomfort.\n\nRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRG!\n\n DIE! DIE! DIE! \n OOC: Attack the one which hit me for 7 points of damage at +9 for 3d6+6 points of damage.\n\nEDIT: Forgot to factor in Aercalad's +1 enhancement. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Elthan, you protect the lady, I will kill them all!\"\n\nCharges the group that Graevic is tackling alone" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa \nSnarling with his his serrated teeth-filled mouth wide open, Ssathiyaa voices his triumph at his well-aimed strike. He glances over at Linda and the entangled gnolls and feels..strangely relieved?..\nthat she is still alive.\n\n ..I do not believe the fate of a pinkskin..a magic-user at that..means anything to me beyond this hunt.. \n\n(He will cast his spell and continue as before)\n\n(Continue to home in on the gnoll i just critted.. ;D.. and flank him with taern after Magic Fang...I will drop my shield at the last possible moment before I ram him. Multiattack with primary 2 claws with magic fang and secondary bite: 2claws: +4 /2D4 +6, bite: +1/ 1D4+1.Thanks)" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic eyes the gnolls warily, as if weighting his options. Looking over their shoulders, he sees that Linda appears somewhat better and nods slightly at Thokk. A look of concentration draws on his face as he returns his attention to the gnolls. In a fluid movement, he swings his scimitar at one, spins and swings his kurki at another.\n\n((OOC: I THINK I can split my attacks, if not then I’ll attack one. If I can attack two, then the one that I attack with the kukri will be the one Aholoh flanks. If I can only attack one, then Aholoh will flank that one.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Don't worry Graevic, help is on it's way!\" After shout this, Fizahn drops his crossbow and draws his \"short sword.\" Sparing a brief moment to glance at the melee with Taern, he turns back toward Graevic and spares enough time for a short remark before hustling toward him. \"Go save him Thokk.\" \n\nOOC: Move towards the gnolls attacking Graevic and try to maneuver into a flanking position. Attack when possible, but he won't charge them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic engages two gnolls simultaneously, parrying and slashing with his scimitar and silver kukri. He cuts them both deeply, but their axes smash through his defences, knocking him to the ground. One of the gnolls kicks Aholoh out of the way.\n\nThokk charges the third gnoll, cutting him down from behind. Fizahn follows close behind, his \"shortsword\" drawn. The two gnolls stand over Graevic as they prepare to engage Thokk and Fizahn. One raises his axe over Graevic in a threatening manner, as if to say, \"Stand back, or he dies!\"\n\nLinda crawls behind a rock for safety. Elthan guards her, frost forming on his hands as he chants.\n\n...\n\nTaern kicks the corpse of the gnoll leader off of her spear, then thrusts an adjacent gnoll in the gut, killing him instantly as well. The remaining gnoll chops at Taern, but she blocks his blow with the butt of her spear.\n\nThe lizardman sprints toward Taern, his claws bared. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices that one of the entangled gnolls has wriggled to freedom. The gnoll assesses the situation and begins to retreat, loosing an arrow toward the melee as he flees. The arrow flies harmlessly overhead.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Two gnolls remain vs. Graevic, Thokk, and Fizahn. One gnoll remains engaged with Taern. One gnoll is entangled. One gnoll is fleeing. \n\nGraevic attacks one gnoll with his scimitar hitting with an 18 (13 + 5) for 5 damage. The other gnoll he attacks with his kukri hitting with a 15 (12 + 3) for 3 damage. Thokk charges and hits with a 28 (15 + 13) for 13 damage, killing one gnoll. The other two gnolls hit Graevic with a 21 and 18 for 15 (6 + 9) damage.\n\nTaern hits a gnoll with a 16 (9 + 7) for 15 damage, killing him. The other gnoll misses with an 8. The lizardman moves and casts magic fang . The fleeing gnoll misses with a 5.\n\n Current HP \n\nLinda: 7\nTaern: 22\nGraevic: 3 (18 - 15)" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nFeeling his strength slip from him, Graevic shifts into a defensive stance, focusing his efforts at preventing the gnolls from hitting him again.\n\n((OOC: Fight defensively this round))" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern continues her reckless assault, stabbing and slashing with her spear.\n\n OOC: Another attack at +9 for 3d6+6 damage on the nearest gnoll " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthans spell complete, he glances at Linda.\n \"Linda, follow me. We're going to capture a gnoll. If you have rope, get it out.\" \nElthan goes over to the entangled gnoll, intent on taking it prisoner for questioning.\n\n(OOC:Moving towards entangled gnoll and using chill touch. I can attack with this spell 4 times, it does 1d6 damage and 1 str damage.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Das ekens'kvan tis quel fara'n!\" \n\"Your blood shall be bathed in!\"\n(Literly translated, meaninging \"I will bath in your blood\")" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Das ekens'kvan tis quel fara'n!\" \n\"Your blood shall be bathed in!\"\n(Literly translated, meaninging \"I will bathe in your blood\")" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nSeeing Graevic, the one pinkskin who could lead him straight to Sethra's trail under attack, the lizardman changes direction and charges straight for the gnolls towering over Graevic" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Seeing Thokk and Fizahn closing in, the two gnolls snarl and withdraw, loping off into the night, leaving Graevic wounded but alive.\n\nThe one gnoll not yet slain by Taern also attempts to flee, but he gets cut off by the lizardman. Like a raptor, the lizardman leaps through the air, landing heavily on the gnoll. The lizardman's claws tear at the gnoll's hide, viciously ripping out the unfortunate gnoll's throat and entrails.\n\nSeeing the battle wind down, Elthan makes his way over toward the entangled gnoll, but when he gets to within 10 ft of the gnoll, vines rise up and hold him fast. Within seconds, Elthan is as entangled as the gnoll ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Six gnolls have been slain, three have escaped, and one has been captured. \n\nThe lizardman hits twice with 17 (13 + 4) and 17 (13 + 4) for a total of 28 (10 + 14) damage, killing one of the fleeing gnolls." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " You know... I should have become a healer... \nsays Linda through gritted teeth, working another healing spell on herself. The spell's power knits her wounds and expells the near-deadly arrow from her chest.\n Since I'm not so good in combat, perhaps I can heal your wounds instead? \nsays Linda with as much dignity as she can muster..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n feh... the meat is stringy..the hide...hmm..filthy..but curing will see to that..mmm..fresh meat \n\nHe lifts his bloodied claws and begins dragging his kill to a more convenient location, intent on skinining and cooking it. He notices Elthan entangled and rolls his eyes in disgust.\n\n pinkskins...always blundering into trouble.. even hatchlings have better sense..feh.. \n\nHe waits for the others to surround the gnoll and elthan before dismissing the entangle spell. He drags his kill towards Graevic and assesses Graevic's condition. If he sees Graevic needing aid he drop his food and will go to him.\n\nAs long as no one disturbs him, Ssathiyaa will begin to skin and store meat and hide. He eats some raw meat but store whatever he can carry. He expects to chase after the escapee immediately.\n\n[i]OOC: DR.. thank thank you so much that was so cathartic.. i prob won't do it again if it's disruptive but..tears of joy* thanks mate.. uh can someone 'interview' the gnoll. Something tells me that Fizahn is gonna encourage him to talk..evil grin.. I'm gonna enjoy that..ooc of 'cos" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn \n\nElthan strugles to free himself from the spell.\n \"Errr, someone. Help. Oh, hello gnoll, come here often? Someone get the rope from my bag. Oh wait, dont, you'll get entangled. Uh, surround us first and wait for the spell to end and we'll tie him up.\" \n\nElthan waits for the others to surround the spell effect and for it to dispell.\n\n(OOC: good Idea runehawk, better than running into it. And having 18-19 charisma, I should probally interogate him. But go ahead and do it if you want, It'll be a group interrogation session :))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm willing to bet gold that this loutish brute doesn't even speak common. Is anyone willing to take me on? What about you, gnoll, are you willing to take that bet? He might be able to speak common, but I doubt he speaks Draconic. If he's greedy enough, he'll admit to speaking common and won't be able to pretend he doesn't know it. I don't think we have to worry about the escaped gnolls bringing reinforcements for a while. I'd interrogate our prisoner, and then leave.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n \"I'm willing to go along with that. Two more gold says he cant.\" \" Good Idea Fizahn, we can just slit his throught if he cant and move on with our mission. Now, how about helping me out? Fizahn? Lizardman? Please?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman dismisses the entangle spell, and in short order the gnoll is bound securely.\n\nLinda tends to herself, grimacing as she withdraws the arrow from her chest. She then moves on to aid Graevic.\n\n...\n\nThe gnoll glowers at Fizahn and Elthan, but either doesn't speak common or doesn't want to talk. The gnoll remains defiant until he sees Graevic approach. Recognition appears in the gnoll's eyes, and he bares his fangs, seemingly more out of fear than anger.\n\nThe gnoll growls and barks, saying something in the gnoll language directed at Graevic. The gnoll bows his head, despite his bonds, assuming as submissive a posture as possible.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda heals 9 points for herself and 6 points for Graevic. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan notices the adverse reaction of the gnoll to Greavic. He speaks slowly and coolly\n\n \"Well well well. It appears as though our captive did recently come from the castle. Intresting. So Gnoll, you remember Sethra here, don't you? Tell us what you where doing at the castle, and we will let you go. We wont follow you, we wont kill you, just tell us what you have been doing.\" \n\n(OOC: Bluff check +10, noone else talk, you could ruin the illusion. This should be fun. Greavic should probally take an intimidating stance, adding +2, as he is considered to be sethra." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "Ssathiyaa:\nAfter packing his food(meat), and having accumulated usable hide, Ssathiyaa looks to the others to see what they intend to do. The cold had been steadily worsening in the night and he was wandering if they were camping somewhere. With\na shiver he suppresses, he strides over to the prisoner.\n\nLooking at the hide across one shoulder, he figures that he might have to discard most of it but enough might be cured and usable enough to help keep a bit warmer.\n\nHe ignores any looks of disgust he receives,\n To kill to feed, to live, to protect home and young is the way of things. Monsters the pinkskins call us but we do not slaughter senselessly... as they do at times.. how strange these pinkskins are.. they are not mere animals but not wise in the way of things either. Yet they run amok in the world, threatening my people and even the balance with their unchecked strength. \n\nHe nods at a fully recovered Linda.\n Good..losing one of you may affect the outcome of this hunt \n\nHe stands behind the gnoll so it is unable to see him and asks, in common.\n\"Has for us, the dog-kin, words? \"\n\n\nHe points in the direction of the gnoll that escaped, obviously indicating that this wasn't over yet..\nWhile curious as to why the gnolls ambushed them,\nSsathiyaa feels answers might be more forthcoming my tracking the lone escapee. If he learns that Sethra might be responsible for the attack, he will insist on pursuing and killing the gnoll before it raises the alarm.\n\nOOC: Guys don't forget to loot the corpses. Other than booty.. may have something impt(the leader). Kinda outta character for a druid + lizard to be interested in baubles... and mercy is an alien concept. If lizardfolk allow things to escape it's so next season the animals may restore the population. simple hunter sense. etc." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn steps away from the interrogation of the gnoll, letting his more charismatic companions do the work. Instead, he heads over to the bodies, and decides to use the leader as a focal point for a pile of dead gnolls. After much dragging of the bodies, Fizahn is extremely tired, and he returns to the group to grab Thokk.\n\n \"Help me out over here. If we get the gnolls in a small area, it'll be easier to tally the loot.\" " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nStill splattered with gnoll blood, Graevic slowly steps towards the gnoll, scimitar and kukri in hand. He says nothing, simply standing within striking distance of the captured gnoll, glaring at it with anger filled eyes. Aholoh stands next to Graevic, growling deeply at the gnoll.\n\n((Wish I had my character sheet available here, dang it))" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern looks around, slightly shocked as she sees no more opponents. The coppery tint fades from her eyes, and she slumps against a nearby rock, panting. She wipes her spear on the ground, then cleans the end with a rag.\n\nFinally, she hefts herself back up and goes over to stand by Graevic, glaring at the gnoll." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Fizahn examine the gnoll corpses carefully. Sadly, the gnolls are carrying very little in the way of loot. Altogether, Fizahn scrapes up 45 cp and 18 sp. The gnoll leader was wearing a gold earring. That at least might be worth something. Surprisingly, the gnolls are carrying no gear other than their weapons and a few waterskins. Several of them bear wounds that predate the battle they just fought (and died) in. The wounds appear to have been hastily dressed.\n\n...\n\nThe captured gnoll glares back at Elthan and Taern. He growls and barks a question in gnoll to Graevic. When he gets no response, he repeats the question. After a minute, he gives up, however, realizing that none of you speak his language.\n\nThe gnoll rolls onto his back, a submissive posture, but his gaze remains defiant. It is as if he is saying, \"Go ahead and kill me. I am not afraid.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan relizing the language bairier thinks quickly.\n\n \"It doesn't appear as though we're going to get anytyhing out of him without a common language. Wait, some gnolls speak goblin, dont they? But who here would know...... HEY THOKK! COME OVER HERE! WE COULD USE YOUR EXPERTISE!\" \n\n(OOC: Thokk should know goblin, so if the gnoll by chance also knows it we could get something out of him. I suggest we dont try the 'We are sethras group, you know we can kill you' act. it wouldnt work as we have proven our selves unable to speak gnoll, which sethra obviously could.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk comes over grumbling about the slim pickings recovered from the slain gnolls.\n\nWhen he begins to speak to the gnoll in goblin , the gnoll's ears perk up. Amazingly, Thokk and the gnoll both know enough broken goblin to communicate.\n\nThokk interrogates the gnoll for almost an hour. Occasionally, the gnoll stops cooperating, and Thokk has to draw his sword and threaten to decapitate the gnoll to get him talking again. Eventually, however, Thokk gets the whole story out of the gnoll ...\n\n\nApparently, the gnoll was a member of a warband consisting of 50 gnolls based out of the ruins of an ancient tower (presumably the Gray Keep). The gnolls had been established there for some time, and the fort had been a good base of operations for raids on human or orc settlements to the west in the Shining Plains or to the east in Turmish.\n\nSeveral days ago (probably around the time you were fighting the zombies in the Wetwoods), the gnolls were attacked by about a dozen undead lizardkin, led by a scimitar wielding human (presumably Graevic/Sethra). At first, the gnolls cut down the zombies easily, but the zombies kept reanimating and combining into larger undead behemoths. The undead attack was relentless.\n\nAt one point, three gnolls broke through the undead and engaged the human. Two of the gnolls dropped dead, apparently succumbing to some kind of wizardry, but the third gnoll managed to wound the human badly. In a decidedly un-gnoll-like show of self-sacrifice, the gnoll wrapped his arms around the human, and threw himself and the human over the edge of a nearby crevasse and vanished ...\n\nIn the end, however, the undead (despite being leaderless) trapped the gnolls in their own fort and slaughtered them. Only a small number of gnolls made it out of the fort alive. The highest ranking surviving gnoll had gathered the survivors, and they were moving outward from the fort in concentric circles in order to gather up any other gnolls that had escaped the undead onslaught.\n\nWhen Taern leaped up, surprising and threatening the gnolls, the gnolls reacted in what they would consider self-defence. The three gnolls that escaped are no doubt far away by now.\n\nThe gnoll was surprised to see the human (Graevic) still alive. The gnoll respects (and fears) his power and acknowledges that the human and his undead minions crushed the gnolls in battle.\n\nThe gnoll fully expects to be killed, but he would be willing to lead your party back to the site of the gnoll fort, avoiding the traps that the gnolls had put in place along the \"obvious\" paths, in exchange for freedom." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn \n \"Well, I believe we've intimidated him enough. We've caused enough fear in him to ensure his trust. If he says he can deliver us safely to the keep, I'm sure he'll keep his word.\" \n\n(OOC: how long can I keep a charge? I cast chill touch and havn't used it once. Acording to the book i can keep it indefinetly as long as i dont dismiss the charge or use 4 times.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nAs the story unfolds, Ssathiyaa finds it diificult to keep up at times but he understands that the gist of it was that the wizard-spirit controlling the party member \"Graevic\" attacked the gnolls at a tower.. Could it be the tower of my vision?.. \nAnd that the gnolls were slaughtered and the survivors just attacked the party. And that the gnoll captive was willing to lead them to the tower.\n\nSomething nagged at him though. The Sethra controlled graevic was lost. So where was Sethra now?.. and how did Sethra attack and controll the pinkskin \"Graevic\"?\n\nAnd then many things began to fall into place. Word that passed among his kin that a party of adventurers had entered the ancient barrows. The imbalance that occurred as the Sethra creature ravaged the lizardkin and set off a possible war. How apt it would be of the GREAT BALANCE to correct the imbalance by sending those who caused it in the first place.\n\nThe lizardman cursed his blindness, in his burning need... his desperation to hunt Sethra, He had not noticed that Graevic and the others had released it. He had not wondered how Graevic came to be 'controlled' in the first place.\n\nA cold-blooded creature only accustommed to minor stirrings of emotion, Ssathiyaa began to feel rage.\n\n In draconic, hissing and with a neck rapidly bulging in and out,\n\"Pinkskinsss, I sssee now... WHY the sspirits sspoke to me and guided you to thiss druid. I sseek to hunt down the sSethra... to presserve the people and to make right the balance as it wass...Why do you?..your packmate iss rejoined with you..\n\n ...Tell me... what hapened.. in the ruinss.\n\n How came you to hunt this sSethra?..\n\nBefore the hut.., when we fought asss one againsst the abomination, what came to pass?\n\nI MUSssT know\"\n\n \nHe stamps his right foot down at the sound of 'MUSt'.\nHe looks around and finally focuses on Fizahn.\n He doesn't repeat the staccato of anger-tinged draconic he spouted in common for the benefit of the others\n\nOOC: pls don't think me stupid but while my char knew there was a connection between everyone, the sequence of events and Sethra, he's been so hellbent on finding Sethra and figuring out how to find good odds to kill him that he never put 2 and 2 together. Don't worry I don't intend to attack anyone but gimme some allowance. you did come to my 'home' and upset my normal life.. and in a way you're indirectly responsible for the slaughter of the lizardkin and dragging us into the mess. My char has a right to be mad.. I as the player am not of 'cos.\nAnd as DR says good RPing all around guys and this is definately a whopping campaign" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": "Graevic nods to Elthan, ”While we can trust him, no allow his submissiveness lull us into complacency. We will not slay the helpless, even a disgusting creature like this one, so we must be wary that he does not lead us into a trap. I do not think the gnolls that ran will return, but we must still be vigilant.” \n\nTurning to Ssathiyaa, Graevic looks saddened. ”We opened the door under which Sethra’s spirit was trapped. We did not know that he had survived this long. As we entered the chamber where Sarloc and his band destroyed Sethra’s physical form, Sethra’s power overwhelmed me and he took control of my body. My friends tried desperately to stop him, but were unprepared for such a battle. Sethra escapade, leaving several of my friends seriously injured. What happened after that is a bit foggy for me. I can see shadowy glimpses, but nothing more. I awoke near the keep that we are now approaching and made my way back to our friend Olden’s house. So, yes, we unknowingly released the evil of Sethra back into the lands. I understand that, while in my body, Sethra may have done wicked things to some of your kin. For that I am sorry, and I will attempt to make amends to you and your kin, however, now is not the time. We must stop Sethra before he harms anyone else. We released him, and we will stop him.” \n\n\nGraevic kneels down as Aholoh comes running to him. He runs his hands over the fiesty badger, checking for wounds." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n[color=green] \"Ok lad, we shall spare your life if you lead us the correct way. Beware, though, for I have single-handidly defeated the one that you fear, and my power is tenfold what he posseses. Stay true to your word, or you shall meet the pointed end of my sword. If you do cooperate, we will send you off, intact, to rejoin and go someplace else. One final word, if I ever find out you attack a dwarven settlement, the Hammer of fijlk'edidm will rain upon you \"[/green]\n\nOOC: Green in Goblin, and Im guessing there is no word for Moradin in Goblin, so I wrote what it would seem like to his doggish ears" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nAfter the first half-hour of the interrogation, Taern begins to lose interest. As the time stretches on for her, she examines her surrounding a little bit more, looking for anything of interest, specifically, traps which could be recovered, prey, interesting plants, caves, secret doors, and that sort of things.\n\n OOC: Search check +1 \n\nWhen the interrogation has finished, Taern comes back with any findings, carefully stepping over dead gnoll bodies, and listens quietly to Thokk as he relates what went on.\n\n\"So... Uhh... Where's Sethra now? Has he gone into another gem? Is he posessing one of the ugly dog-men? Is he just crawling around his castle? Is he even -in- the castle?\"\n\nShe shrugs.\n\n\"I bet he's using his undead to destroy the countryside. That's what these evil wizard-types do, you know. They opress the countryside, until a band of heroes like ourselves comes to kill them.\"\n\n\"Anyway, it's getting on towards morning. I say we tie up the smelly brute, and stick it way over there so we don't have to lose sleep over it's stench.\"\n\nShe looks at the lizardman.\n\n\"Besides, of -course- we released this guy into the world. Otherwise we wouldn't be here. The tale-teller always said...\"\n\nShe clears her throat importantly, and speaks in an unnaturally deep voice.\n\n\"He always said 'Taern, if you happen to unleash a horrible evil upon the world, it's your duty to seal it away or kill it.'\"\n\nShe trails off, preparing her bedroll again, attempting to catch a few precious hours of slumber before day breaks." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"I agree with Taern. Set a watch and try to rest for the remainder of the evening. Thokk, since you can see better than most of us, why don't you take the first watch? Keep the gnoll near the person on watch, it will be less likely to call out or attempt to give our position away if there is a naked sword near it.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ah, can do, beardless laddie, can do\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern is just as disappointed as Fizahn was to find almost nothing of value on the gnolls. It would appear that when the gnolls left their \"home\" they did not have much time to grab more than their weapons and armor.\n\nThe remainder of the night passes uneventfully, though after the adrenaline rush of combat everyone sleeps restlessly. The gnoll captive lies passively on the cold, rocky ground, as if unaffected by the chill. Instead of sleeping, the gnoll stares up at the stars, softly chanting to himself.\n\nWhen dawn breaks, your party continues to ride towards the Gray Keep with the gnoll (bound and tethered to Thokk's saddle horn) leading the way. It is cold and damp this day, with a light mist that obscures your vision past a few hundred yards. On a positive note, the map, Graevic, and the gnoll all seem to be in agreement as far as the location of the ruined tower is concerned.\n\nBy late afternoon, you are approaching the location of the Gray Keep/gnoll fort. Even through the mist, you can hear the cries of carrion birds.\n\nYou are riding along a narrow trail along the mountainside. To your left, a sheer cliff plunges down into the mist. To your right is the side of the mountain. The air is thin and cold here, but steam rises from your mounts as the incline becomes steeper.\n\nFinally, the gnoll stops. The trail has become very narrow here, a ledge barely a foot wide. The horses and ponies will not be able to carry you any farther.\n\nAs you dismount, Thokk unties the gnoll from his saddle. The gnoll indicates to Thokk (in goblin) that the ruined tower is just around the next bend ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nSsathiyaa didn't sleep much in the night, while thokk sat up in watch, he cured his hides and in the morning added whatever pieces he could to his hide armor and covered his body as best as possible to keep warm. Come morning he still hadn't spoken to anyone, he simply picked up and followed the others. Stopping Sethra still was the most important hunt on his mind. As for the others, they would be dealt with later. He snapped out of his reverie as the others dismonted.." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n(In Goblin)\n\"Ah, good job. We now give you your life, go as you please, and we shall not pursue. On this I give the oath of Clan Ikens' Glan\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnoll seems surprised at actually being set free. He nods his head in gratitude, then scampers off ahead of you into the mist.\n\nThe rest of you gather your belongings, check your armor, and ready your weapons, preparing to assault on the Gray Keep on foot.\n\nSuddenly, Fizahn whispers, \"SHHHH!!! I hear something ...\"\n\nAs everyone freezes and strains to listen, you hear from the trail behind you the clip-clop of an approaching horse. The mist is too thick to allow you to see who is approaching, but whoever it is, he/she/it is definitely heading your way ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nBefore Taern has a chance to give away thier position, Elthan quickly wispers\n\n \"Don't say anything until we know it isn't hostile.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nthe lizardman nods at elthan and finds a convenient outcropping to hide behind. He crouches to minimise his bulk and hoists a barbed dart." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nScimitar and kukri in hand. Graevic slips across the road from Ssathiyaa, Aholoh close to his side.\n\n((OOC: Attempting to hide))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The horse stops abruptly. After a moment, there is the sound of someone dismounting.\n\nThrough the fog, you now hear the sounds of an approaching horse as well as a pair of feet crunching on gravel." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern closes her mouth and crouches down when she hears Ethan (Deux). Frowning, she draws Aercalad and tries to quiet Jako, her horse. She holds her spear ready, prepared to throw if anything \"hostile\" comes around the corner." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": "Out of the mist, you see the head of a horse and the point of a spear, followed shortly by a cloaked man. Once in open sight, the man takes his cloak off of his head. You automatically recognize him as Elthan.\n\n\"I'm glad I found you.\" Seeing the bewildered look on his friends face: \"I had a change of mind. Looking for Sarloc's heir, who we have but clues of his or her wereabouts, if he or she even exists, seemed like a waist of time. Especially since we have much better chances of acomplishing anything by trying to find where Sethra is. Anyway, all that research back at Oden was very enlighting, but hearing about your little encounter reminded me how I love the front row seat of the action. Anyway, you might need my help...\" He glances at Elthan II... \"Or our help, I should say...\" Elthan laughs. \"Alright then, we should get going, if we want to catch him before he does anything else." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan II breathes a sigh of relief.\n\n \"You gave me a fright there, I had thought you where a hoved fiend of some sort. I'm glad you've decided to come with us, It should make the battles with the real fiends much easier.\" \n\n(OOC: Just a suggestion on how to speak to a clone. If its your clone, speak as though your family, If there are 2, treat them like two people with the same name. If you need to address them at the same time, \"Original, you do blah, Original 2, you do blah blah\". I hope that helps the problem, but roleplay as you wish.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nOn seeing another magic-user, Ssathiyaa who had a dart hoisted over a shoulder ready to fling, delays bringing his dart down. His face screws up in mild revulsion as the two copies of Elthan stand next to each other.\n\nOOC: HI!! welcome back griffon" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nSeeing that the new comer is Elthan, Graevic steps back into the path, smiling broadly. \"I am glad it was you! Glad to have you back with us.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"OH, so my plan isn't good enough for the high and mighty Elthan? He has to be back here risking his life with us doesn't he?\" Fizahn asks jokingly, before warmly extending his hand. \"It's good to have you back Elthan. I think it's about time we don't confront Sethra.\" \n\nShifting his gaze to the lizardman, he addresses his next sentence to him. \"Hear me out, lizardman, I'm not saying we shouldn't still kill Sethra. I've been thinking about what the gnolls said, and apparently he already has those huge undead abominations, and more zombies from the gnolls he killed. I think we'll have to use guerrilla tactics, and we should be able to pull it off because we know about the gems. A direct confrontation is suicide, and we have to weaken his forces before we fight him. I'm going to have to say absolutely no battle cries, and from this point on we tread as stealthily as we can.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda is not very surprised to see Elthan rejoining the team-after all, she has come to love the action. Taern's battlecries uttered at the worst possible moment not so much though. :P\n\n I agree with FIzahn, we need to stay low. Especially until we find how many opponents we're facing. Too bad I'm not so good at stealth. \n\n\nOOC: I am on vacations. While I'm trying to keep in touch with you ppl here, I might not be able to post as much. If you see me not posting, please NPC Linda until I return, OK?" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nSsathiyaa narrows his eyes and in a low tone says in draconic,\n'warrior..I NEVER intended to fight claw on claw with him unlesss no other path lay open to uss. Your thought was my thought as well. Knowing the words of the gn-ow-ll, it iss a fair plan... for ..a pinkskin. \nHe shakes his head but there is no condescension in his body language in contrast to his words.\n 'The sstrategy you sspeak of us willl be our undoing if we follow it for too long. our pressence will be known, we lose an advantage and the prey if intelligent may be more dangerous to bring down.\nYou also fail to ssee other dangerss than the abomination' \nHis brow furrows at the effort of thought,\n 'He..left a clear path.. to him. A map. ssSo, I do not believe the abomination we faced wass intended to sstop us... and we do not know where ssSEthra iss' \nHe looks at the others and kneels and begins scratching on the dirt.\n ''We should spy out approaches and escape routes and not follow the most obvious path as we are bound to be spotted\" \nHe glances at the two wizards and Linda but doesn't actually say how they may help.\n\nHe peers at Fizahn intently at the end and without blinking says,.\n\n 'I do not scream battlecries , little pinkskin. That advice may be best directed elsewhere' and awaits his reply\nOOC: I can't wildshape. Toadfish, how abt you? a recce as a innocuous animal is what druids do best..after all" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your numbers have now swelled to eight. You cautiously peer around the next bend and see across a scree plain, a ruined, crumbled tower - presumably the Gray Keep.\n\nIt would appear that the tower had collapsed ages ago. Someone (perhaps the gnolls) appears to have reinforced the remaining base of the tower, creating an easily defensible ring of stone, 10 ft high, open to the sky. The main gate seems to have been battered down. It lies open as if inviting you to enter.\n\nAll is silent except for the flapping and screeching of the buzzards feeding off of the corpses of a dozen gnolls, lying scattered on the field.\n\nPresumably, the other gnolls lie dead within the ring of stone. There is no sign of any zombie lizardmen. From a distance, there does not appear to be anyone guarding the Gray Keep." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "\"But... how did you get here ahead of us?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Lizard, I dislike battle cries myself, I may use them on occasion, but that doesn't mean I like them. The restriction on battle cries was never meant for you. I know who is likely to give us away with an inconveniently timed battle cry.\" Fizahn announces to the lizard, indicating Thokk and Taern.\n\nFizahn fixes Taern with an annoyed glare. \"Are you daft? We were here before him, so he got here a little after us, and it would have taken him longer if we hadn't waited for him. He didn't spend valuable sleep time fighting a contingent of gnolls that could easily have been avoided either, and our path would have been easy enough to follow. While the gnoll was leading us, it was on foot, so we couldn't use the speed of our mounts, and his horse can travel faster than our group with my pony in it!\" Fizahn gives a small bow, and changes from the exasperated tone to a mocking one. \"I hope it all makes sense to you now madame.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nWhile Fizahn and the lizardman discuss the unimportance of battle cries, Eltahn loads his crossbow and keeps it in hand.\n\n \"Well, now that we're here, I dont think we will have the element of suprise neccisarry for a stealthy attack. He did lead us here, after all. But it would still be prudent to keep from anounceing ourselves at every turn. As for an escape route, there is probally only one, the front door.\"\n\n\"I would like to suggest an order that we could procede in that would be best if we wish to invoke stealth in our attack as we walk through the corridors of this old castle. Fizahn and Greavic should take the point, as they are the most adept at aproaching other unawares. Lizarrr, err, Lizardman, Taern, you two should go next a fair distant behind. Thokk, your armor is quite noisy and would be best served gaurding the rear, preserving our silence, and preventing an unexpected attack. Linda, I and Elthan shall follow in front of Thokk and behind Taern and..... You know what Lizardman, I dont believe you ever announced your name to us. I would much prefer to call you by your name than refering to you as an 'it'.\" " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n ”Elthan the second, I do not necessarily believe we’ve lost ability to use stealth. The gnolls appeared to be leaving the keep, not heading into it, so whose to say that they are missed. I believe we should maintain out stealthy approach until we’ve proven that our presence is known. Perhaps..” Graevic points at the lizardman ”..or I can scout the keep some. Aholoh might be a better choice, since he is more innocuous that we. As for your proposed formation, I agree.” \n\n((Runehawk, Graevic is actually a ranger, not a druid. I could send Aholoh in to recce if necessary))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Gray Keep (or what is left of it) lies in the middle of a flat gravel plain. There is no cover in a 200 yard radius around the circular stone wall that is all that is left of Sethra's old stronghold. The gravel will make it difficult to approach the Keep silently, but on the other hand, there really doesn't seem to be anyone around keeping watch.\n\nThe flat plain is surrounded by large rocks. Your party is huddled behind one of them. A number of paths apparently lead toward the Gray Keep, but the gnoll (who presumably fled down one of those other paths) led you to a position relatively close to the main gate, which remains wide open, its doors having been battered down (presumably by Sethra's zombies).\n\nMist drifts across the field as the buzzards continue to feast of the bodies of the dozen dead gnolls.\n\nYou continue to debate your next course of action in whispers, though it is not clear that there is anyone or anything left alive out there to hear your words ..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern blushes furiously at Fizhan's owrds, then remains silent for the remainder of the discussion on the plan of action." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"Given the bleak terrain, I don't think we would be able to easily sneak up to the gates. We could send Aholoh to see, but Sethra may, if he's even in there, recognize Aholoh from what he saw in my mind and know we are here. Anyone have any ideas? I am not too keen on just walking up to the gates, but that may be our only option.\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Hmmm.... It's true that a stealthy aproach does not seem possible in these conditions. But what other option do we have? You want to siege, in his own fort, an evil and powerful necromancer who's been deprived from unleashing chaos for many hundred years? I think that, even if he isn't back to his former power, he can take care of us without a sweat. He surly got an assortement of trinkets at his side, waiting for an excuse to use them. Charging in might be better, he won't have time to prepare, but we can't win against him that way either. We were lucky last time, he didn't expect it, but if we fight him head to head again, it's likely to be the last thing we do.\"\n\n\"Never the less, we can't back down from this. I still think we should try for a stealthy aproach. We might not be at our advantage here, but he can't be looking down every window all the time. He's more likely to be occupied by something else, like preparing to search for Sarloc's Heir. We still might be able to sneak in and catch him off-guard. Anyway, whatever you choose, I'm still in.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn warily surveys the surroundings, especially lingering on the gnoll corpses before offering a suggestion, \"Those gnoll corpses are really unnerving. I think one of you magic users should check for signs of necromancy. If you can't check from here, I could try shooting one...\" \n\nFizahn starts loading his crossbow while waiting for a reply." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda peers around the rock, scanning the area carefully. She detects no magical auras from the dead gnolls. They appear to be \"conventionally\" dead. There is still no sign of activity from the Keep.\n\nAs you wait and watch, the temperature begins to drop. The lizardman barely suppresses a shiver. The mist thickens into a fog until you can barely make out the outline of the Gray Keep. A light drizzle begins to fall.\n\nThe sky begins to darken, reminding you that the sun will set in just a matter of a couple of hours ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa \n\nSsathiyaa had been rubbing his chin in hand while looking at Aholoh, when Elthan II spoke to him. He turned away from an Aholoh who was looking at him distrustfully to look at Elthan II before glancing away and keeping his gaze from him. His unease over the clone was so clear it couldn't be masked.\n In draconic,\n'A name iss part of one'ss being among the people . It would be sshameful for a lizardkin to walk alongsside pinksskinss as equalss but to give one'sss name would be to embrace you.. a pinksskin.. and .. copy of a magic-usser as ...' \n\nHis face srews up at the mention of the word magic user. His head flinches to one side, his eyes closed in shame before he can control himself. He quickly recovers and looks at Elthan II full in the face. The hissing and tone betraying his controlled anger.\n ' Call me lizard. Call me what you wish. It matters to me not' . He barely suppresses a shiver at the growing cold and clenches his clawed fists and snarls softly at his show of weakness.\n\nHe pushes past the magic user but pauses as he is about to pass Fizahn, Thokk and Taern. Looking thoughtful, he mentions in a low voice ,\"Dru-id, my kin called me, in honor\" and stalks off to do a perimeter check.\n\nHe beckons Graevic over and alone to him says,\"Your creature, ground-diggerr iss. More than one,do beastss build, wayss into..lairs. Seek the lay, below ground, your badger can.sSeek My beast-mate I go to now \"\nSsathiyaa hoped that his common was clear to Graevic. While his time spent with the party taught him more about common and the warmblooded pinkskins, it remained difficult to think in pinkskin speech and speak it.\n\nOOC: Hey graevic, just think that instead of risking Aholoh scouting on the surface he could scout the surroundings underground.I'm willing to expend spells to call more digging beasts or flying beast if i can to help but my empathy will be poor so you might have to charm them or handle them.\nKing_of_Griffon. hey sorryabout the way my char chewed your head off. lizardfolk hate magic kinda like dwarfs. except the latter don't kill and eat you on sight. Besides he still hasn't bonded with the party yet. you're still somewhere between animals and lizardkin to him.. but he knows you're all dangerous.Don't worry..maybe if you save his life or something he'll be warmer but you're not just a wizard.. but a magical copy of one and i'm a druid. My char probably thinks your char's almost an abomination to nature.. ;D.. or something along those lines..crap..we have 3 wizards?.. so 3 level 3 fireballs are 15d6?... :o..we might have to scrape sethra of the flagstones once we're done with him.\n\nIncidentally, Sethra caries a powerful magic item a fire opal i think. you could detect him by detecting it. Of coure being an experienced magic user. He'd detect the detect magic spell and respond..so it's tricky but it's one way to track him.. and destroying the artifact would be key to making the odds favourable so a knowled" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " I don't like this place. Call me a coward but I don't think we should stay in the open. Graevic, was it a night that Sethra attacked the keep? I'm curious. You see, we only met Sethra's undead lackeys during the night so... \n\n\nOOC: I'm afraid not. 3 lvl 6 fireballs (we've got sorcerers, not wizards) are 3x 6d6. Each fireball is an average of 18 damage. A resist elements at high enough caster level offers fire resistance 20. That's 20 points off each attack according to the upgraded rules of the MM.\nAs for the Opal, if it is a greater artifact, even Mystra can't destroy it without a Disjunction or by fulfilling a special condition." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II \n\nElthan, not entirly sure why the lizardman is being so agressive, simply brushes off the thought.\n\n \"Very well, if Lizard you wish to be called, then Lizard you shall be called.\" \n \"Now, I have no objection to a stealthy attack, but I am not up to standing out here in the cold for hours on end just to gain a few second advantage. As Elthan said, Sethra can't be looking down every window all the time. Lets just walk in and be stealthy from there on.\" \n\n(OOC: hey hey, no problem runehawk, I enjoy good roleplaying. And we really cant just stand there all the time. He's likelier to notice us loitering behind a rock than standing in the front hallway.)" }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern Torminson \n\nTaern frown, looking deeply worried. She maintains her crouched position behind the rock, but sneaks glances of the forboding keep whenever possible. She also looks uneasily at the corpses of the gnolls, muttering something about burning them for good luck. Finally, she adresses the party in a loud, worried whisper.\n\n\"I do not like this at all, guys. It feels as though we are walking into the jaws of a beast. I cannot shake this feeling of great forboding, as though this is all part of a plan that someone is setting up. I think that a direct, if stealthy, assault would be not good. I'm afraid we'd have to fight through lavers of Sethra's minions and magic-creatures only to get destroyed when he comes to investigate the commotion. We must find some way of entering completely undetected.\"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"My friends, I am prepared to enact any plan we decide, but decide we must. The longer we wait, the more prepared Sethra might be. Or, worse yet, the further away he might be, leaving a a cold trail, that gets colder the longer we wait. The darkness can be our friend, to give us some cover while we approach the keep.\" \n\n((Sorry for the late response. Got tied up a bit this weekend. Like I said, I'm game for whatever, but I get the feeling we need to act quickly or DR is going to start throwing baddies at us until we move. :) ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman, who had been crouched behind a large rock, returns with news.\n\nHe reports that there appears to be no activity outside of the crumbled walls of the Gray Keep. The gnoll corpses appear to be several days old, corroborating the story as told by the captured gnoll warrior.\n\nThe gates lie open. Inside the gates lie a score or more additional gnoll corpses. Aside from the birds feasting on their decomposing bodies, all seems still within.\n\nHow exactly the lizardman knows this is unclear, but he gives his report with conviction. The mist continues to thicken, dampening your bodies as well as your spirits ..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the fog thickens and daylight begins to fade, Thokk curses. \"I've had enough of cowering behind these rocks. I'm going in ...\"\n\nWithout looking back, Thokk draws his sword and readies his shield. He stomps across the gravel as noisily as he can until he is standing in the gateway.\n\nHe pauses for a moment, then plunges inside ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm going in too, I agree with the Elthans, and he can't be looking through every window at once. I think we should all find different ways in, and then try to meet up back at the front gate. Thokk chose the front gate, ever so quietly and stealthily, so I guess I'll go somewhere else.\" \n\nFizahn sneaks off toward the right side of the keep, looking for a window he can climb up into, or a gate.\n\nOOC: Just off the top of my head, I'll check my char sheet and then modify the post, but climb -1, move silently +8.\n\nEDIT: off by 1 each, +0/+9." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic moves to follow Thokk, scimitar and kukri in hand. Aholoh watches his master leave, then scuttles off into the woods.\n\n((Go with Thokk. Leaving Aholoh to watch the road/entrance))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Graevic follows Thokk's lead, traversing the gravel plain with his weapons drawn and ready. The remains of the Gray Keep loom ever closer in the mist, and soon Graevic is at the main gate. Although he had felt a strange sense of deja vu throughout much of the journey up into the mountains, he realizes as he passes through the gate that this is now uncharted territory.\n\nFizahn makes his way around to the back of the Keep. The fog obscures his small form as he darts from one point to another, avoiding any decomposing gnoll corpses. The partially collapsed walls of the Gray Keep are easy to climb, fortunately, and with very little effort, the gnome is soon peering over the edge of the wall into the center of the circular base of the ruined tower." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, missing his chance to follow directly behind thokk, follows fizahn and climbs up the same ruined walls\n\n\n(OOC: Climb +1, move silently +0)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \nAs he takes a step towards the tower, an instinct tugs at him not too. He furrows his brow in frustraion. Knowing that his goal, his prey possibly lies a short distance away. But he is unable to ignore his instincts.\n\n Sethra wants us to find the tower.. \nThe thought plays over and over in his head.\n\n WHY? \n No beast calls a hunter to its lair.\n\nSemuanya. My god. Your visions have led me to the tower. What must i do..\n\nHe wanted the pinkskins here. I am the unknown. He has not prepared for me. \nAs he looks at the other entering the tower a picture of ants falling into an ant-lion's lair forms in his mind.\nHe looks at the surroundings. We've only viewd the tower. What else is there, here? \n\nHe begins to examine the area the tower is located on. This time for any other hidden dangers.\n\nOOC: sorry I'm just delaying my entry and i'd like to see what wilderness lore tells me what a cursory examination of the area didn't. This isn't the perimeter check my char did but me looking at things we ignored because we focused on the tower. so i'm expanding the search area." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman scans the area before entering the Gray Keep.\n\nThe Gray Keep stands in the middle of a large circular plain atop an unnamed mountain deep within the Orsrauns. The flat plain is ringed by a number of large stones (each at least 20 to 30 ft tall) along the perimeter, creating a \"crown\" at the top of this mountain.\n\nAt one time, the Gray Keep probably stood proud and tall, overlooking the surrounding mountain peaks and valleys. The Keep, however, has long ago crumbled into ruin. All that is left is the base of the tower, fortified by the gnolls into a ring of stone, open to the sky.\n\nThe mist obscures the view of the rest of the mountain range, creating the illusion that the gravel plain, ringed with stones, and the remains of the Keep are an island of rock in an ocean of clouds ...\n\n...\n\nThe party converges inside the stone walls of the Keep. Fizahn and Elthan II clamber over the rear wall while Thokk, Graevic, and the others enter through the main gate. No one challenges their entrance.\n\nMore gnoll bodies lie within the walls of the Keep. It appears that at least two dozen gnolls met their end here, defending their base. There are a number of firepits and some rude huts lining the perimeter. Crude weapons, refuse, and broken beams of wood lie scattered on the ground. You also note the presence of a number of rotting lizardfolk body parts. It would appear that the gnolls managed to un-animate at least some of the undead invaders before they were themselves slain.\n\nA central area, still with intact flagstone flooring, has been cleared (whether by the gnolls or by the zombies is unclear). In the middle of this open area is a winding stone staircase leading downward into darkness. It looks like there was once a large stone seal covering the stairway, but the massive stone disc appears to have been removed and tossed aside." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": " Taern \n\nTaern strides along as silently as possible with the others, Aercalad poised to throw. She refrains from any coversation, instead intently scanning the surroundings, looking for some undead to put to rest." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II \n\nElthan clambers down the wall into the the clearing and walks towards the staricase.\n\n \"Well, there may not be much of a castle left, but it certainly seems the dungeon is intact. I think its clear the direction our prey went.\" Elthan pauses for a moment. \"Well, shall we go investigate bowels of this complex?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"thats the spirit laddie!\"\n\nThokk rushes down into the pit..." }, { "author": "McMouse", "message": "Taern follows the others, keeping a keen eye out for anything hostile.\n\n OOC: I'm gonna be hugely busy/gone from the computer for the next few days. If DR would be kind enough to NPC me 'till, say, Tuesday or Wednesday, I'd be eternally grateful. Thanks! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your party spirals downward into the darkness, single file. Linda casts light on a stone so that she and Graevic don't lose their footing in the blackness.\n\nThe staircase winds downward for a surprising distance. Graevic points out streaks of gore along the curved walls of the stairwell. It would appear that the zombies passed this way ahead of you.\n\nBy the time you spill out of the stairwell, Thokk estimates that you've descended almost 300 ft into the mountain.\n\nYou find yourselves in an irregular natural cave 100 ft in diameter. Stalactites and stalagmites line the walls of the chamber and broken rock lies scattered across the floor. Across the cave from you is a large fracture or crevice in the rock, 10 ft wide and 20 ft high. It looks as though there is a passage into another chamber through that crevice.\n\nMovement in the corner of the room catches your eye. The lower half of a lizardkin zombie bumps blindly into rocks and walls. Its head, arms, and torso are completely missing, but its pelvis and legs continue to function in a fashion." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II \n\nElthan stares at the half zombie, clearly unsettled\n \"Well, thats kinda creepy.. Lets move on, shall we?\" \n\nElthan procedes to inspect the the crevice in the wall" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n(Laughing)\n\"HAHA! Look where the necromantic majik got them now! Im taller then that walking pair of legs! Heh Heh heh...\"\n\nThokk continues to titter and laugh, in a very un-Thokkish manner" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nWhile the rest of the party entered the staircase:\n\n\"I'll meet with the rest of you down there, I will stay up here and examine the ruins.\"\n\nElthan looks around, giving particular attention to the lizardmen/zombies, that he is seeing for the first time. He also, examines and searches the gnoll, and the ruins of the keep in general. He is looking for a clue of what happened to it.\n\nOOC: Search +2, Knowledge Arcana +8, Spot +1" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " I don't really think we should split up. If the zombies went this way we might face up more opposition than we can manage. I wonder though. If the zombies combined to bigger and bigger abominations in that fight, how did they walk down the stairs? They appear to be human-sized stairs... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa: \n\nOn seeing the animated dead lizardkin bumbling around, the druid freezes and then springs purposefully forward, with a determined stride. His intention to rend the decaying half-figure into motionless pieces clear to those with him.\n\nUnless his instincts or one of the others calls him to stop, it does not seem like Ssathiyaa will.." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan lingers behind up at the surface studying the lizardfolk body parts intently. Whatever dark energy had animated them once seems to have dissipated. Elthan had heard from the others about the magic gems powering the zombies, but he finds no trace of any them. Presumably the gems disintegrated once their magical energies were discharged.\n\nThe gnoll corpses are unremarkable, though Elthan has to wave off the buzzards in order to inspect them. The carrion birds flap over to the walls of the Keep and eye Elthan darkly, as if anticipating eating his flesh soon.\n\nElthan can see that the tower crumbled (or was destroyed) long ago, but more recently stones had been replaced and the walls reinforced. It appears that the gnolls had created a servicable fort to live within. The original gate had likewise been restored, but it looks as though the undead must have battered it down, because the heavy wooden doors lie in splintered pieces on the ground.\n\n...\n\nDown below, Linda knits her brow as she tries to figure out how the undead zombies could have made it down the stairs. If the zombies reassembled by threes into amalgams like the behemoth she fought in the Wetwoods, then the stairs would indeed have been a tight squeeze. She pictures the hulking zombies lumbering their way down the stairs - no wonder they left the trails of gore on the walls that Graevic pointed out .\n\n...\n\nThe lizardman goes to work on the half-zombie, and in short order reduces the flesh into mere fragments of quivering tissue. In triumph, he holds up a small dark gem. A faint purple glow within the gem fades to black, then the gem crumbles into dust.\n\nThokk, Taern, and Elthan II peer through the crevice into the next chamber. The next cave is large, round, and domed, perhaps 60 ft in diameter. Faint phosporescence from a dozen wall sconces allows everyone to perceive intricate carvings worked into the stone walls.\n\nAs you peer into this chamber from the crevice, you can make out a round portal of some kind, 10 ft in diameter, set into the wall opposite from you. Distorted images flicker across the portal, as if it is displaying scenes from distant times or perhaps distant places.\n\nScattered across the floor of the cave are dozens of lizardfolk body parts, arms, legs, tails, heads, and torsos. Some of the body parts still twitch spasmodically, but clearly something or someone has all but obliterated the zombies that entered this chamber.\n\nThere are runes scratched into the floor at your feet. Some are written in the cursive script you saw throughout the crypts in the Wetwood, some appear to be abyssal, but others are recognizable as draconic text:\n\n NONE.BUT.SETHRA.MAY.ENTER " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n(Dang descriptors, they get me everytime.)\nElthan reads the draconic writing.\n \"None but Sethra may enter. I was hoping for something more cryptic, but looters cant be choosers. I wouldn't suggest going into there just yet.\" \nElthans attention is diverted by the lizard mans brutall slaying of the undead lower half.\n \"Well, I think you've thouroghly killed the undead now. I wonder why it was bumping into this wall. Perhaps it was trying to get to a passage its upper half had entered, but its lower half had not. Thokk, does your dwarven expertise tell you anything strange about this wall here?\" " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nAfter examining the ruins and the corpses, Elthan goes down the staircase and heads for the rest of the party.\n\n...\n\nComing from behind the party: \"Looters? We are not looters. In fact, we are trying to correct a mistake that looting got us into.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk examines the area where the zombie was. He finds no signs of any secret passage. The walls appear to be natural stone.\n\nTaern scratches her head, then suggests, \"Maybe the zombie thing got cut in half in the other room and wandered out here by accident? You know, since it couldn't see and all?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"He's right, we're not looters, not this time... Hypothetically, just how many booby traps could you place on a portal, and how would I find ones that were just inside of it?\" \n\nFizahn examines the portal, his brow furrowing in frustration.\n\n \"What am I going to do about magical traps. How much time do I have to do it, are we in a hurry? I'd better get to work, I foresee a long, hard job ahead of me.\" \n\nFizahn heads toward the portal, and stops to examine the ground between the warnings and the portal.\n\nOOC: Search check, +8(?), but he'll take twenty if everyone says they don't need to rush it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn starts to enter the portal chamber through the crevice, but Taern grabs him from behind with one hand and drags him back into the main cave. \"Are you sure it's safe to enter? We don't know what killed ... er ... re-killed those zombies in there. Plus that warning sounds pretty clear cut - only Sethra's allowed in there, and last time I checked, we're not him ...\"" }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGraevic nods at Taern's warning, concentration evident on his face. \"True, WE are not Sethra. However, I WAS Sethra, at least for a moment. Not that I'm willing to wager our collective lives on the fact something remembers my face.\" \n\n((OOC: Sorry for the lack of posts. Been getting adjusted to new classes in college. Should be good now))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II \n \"Well, I for one have the desire to live slightly longer than a week. Something may sence a bit of Sethra still in you, but since you havent been here, I highly doubt it would recognize your face. Perhaps we should bet on what we know rather than what it does.\" \n\nElthan walks oved to the still twitching piece of the dismembered lizardman. He picks up one of the larger pieces and walks back to the crevice, where he throws it as hard as he can through the crevice, expecting a trap to go off." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The rotted chunk of flesh flies through the crevice and lands with a splat inside the rune covered cave.\n\nNothing happens.\n\nElthan II tries a couple other pieces of zombie for good measure, but no traps are triggered. Fizahn examines the crevice carefully but does not find any evidence of any traps.\n\nAcross the cave from you, the portal continues to show tantalizing glimpses of people and places, though it's hard to make out exactly what is on the other side from where you are standing." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan frown\n \"Well, thats not quite what I expected. I was kind of hoping for some sort of swing pendgulem trap at the least, or something that explains why our zombie friend wasn't quite himself... Mybye the trap is within the portal itself, allowing only those with certain view points, mindsets, or other intangelbles that define one person from another to enter, otherwise severing the torsos of those that try to go through it.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Well, if there seems to be no trapps, Ill test it out!\"\n\nThokk rushes out, shield and sword raised, and stops right before the portal" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk has barely taken more than two steps into the room, when the runes covering the walls of the cave glow as if red-hot.\n\nThere is a blinding flash of light and, in an eyeblink, a massive spider-like creature appears in the center of the chamber. Its chitinous body is highly polished, like obsidian. Its eight segmented legs, covered in spines, span nearly 15 feet.\n\nIts ten glowing, ruby red eyes regard Thokk without emotion.\n\nThokk's pupils dilate as he looks up at the creature. His pulse quickens as he recognizes the creature from his studies in Oden Homm's library - bebilith ... DEMON!" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda lets go a gasp of fear when she sees the thing.\n Thokk, fall back at once! We must leave... " }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n \"Thokk! Wait!\" \n\nAs the demon-spider appears, Graevic slips through the crack, scimitar and kukri in hand." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin, Druid \nThe lizardkin had been standing over the remains of the half-zombie, peering at it and apparently lost in thought. His meditation was interrupted with the summoning of the bebilith. His neck snaps to see Thokk standing before a giant spider-like creature. The Balance around him warped with its arrival and the lizardkin fought back a rush of nausea as a single thought flashed in its mind..\n\n This THING does NOT belong here.. \n\nThe lizardkin sprang into action even as the pinkskin ranger (Graevic) rushed to the hairy one(Thokk)'s aid. His mind assessing the creature and its environments for a weakness and a way to bring it down.\n\nThe creature had to be banished or destroyed immediately. No one was going to fall to it. Not even the hairy pinkskin warrior. He looks to and moves in concert with Taern and approaches from the other side.\n\nOOC: sorry assuming taern is reacting ..soon and well if he comes in from the right then i come in from the other wing. I'll throw both darts and formulate a plan.If thokk isn't right in the middle and if i won't entanglle anyone other than the bebilith. i'd cast entangle first." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Thokk, you fool...\" \n\nFizahn loads his crossbow, and releases a quick shot at the demon." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing that her friends attack the demon and don't want to leave, Linda swallows hard and conjures twin bolts of force and hurls them at the spider-demon, hoping the infamous resistance to magic demons have won't stop her attack.\n\nOOC: SR check: 14+4=18. Damage: 3+4" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan backs off and chants, his eyes turning gray.\n\n(OOC: casting blindness)" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\nElthan loads his crossbow and attempts to shoot the creature." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When she saw Thokk recklessly stomp into the chamber, Linda knew something bad was going to happen. Not the least bit surprised when the bebilith materializes, she immediately blasts it with a pair of magic missiles , which pierce the demon's armor with an audible sizzle . The beast hardly reacts, making no sound at all.\n\nWhen Thokk sees the demon, he charges straight for it roaring, \"FOR MY FAMILY AND CLAN!\" A claw rakes his body as he closes in, but he ignores it and slashes the bebilith's body viciously with his bastard sword. The mighty blow bounces off of the demon's shiny black carapace with a loud clang! leaving no mark, not even a scratch.\n\nTaern also charges, a war cry on her lips. She dodges between two of the bebilith's spiny legs and thrusts for a joint between body segments, but her spear is deflected by a third leg.\n\nGraevic and the lizardman circle around to opposite sides of the demon in a coordinated flanking maneuver, while Elthan I and Fizahn fire crossbows at the bebilith. Fizahn's bolt flies true, but like Thokk's attack, the missile glances harmlessly off of the demon's armored shell.\n\nElthan II begins chanting, calling on dark energies to cloud the demon's vision. The bebilith's glowing red eyes dim slightly, but it shakes its head, resisting the necromancy, and the eyes immediately burn brightly again.\n\nThe bebilith's jaws clamp down on Thokk as its claws tear at his armor. Whole sections of Thokk's plate armor are ripped from his body as if the forged steel were mere tissue paper. With a toss of its head, the bebilith tosses Thokk's bloody body off to the side. He lands heavily, like a sodden rag doll.\n\n\nEach of you \"hears\" an alien voice inside your heads ... none.but.sethra.may.enter. none.but.sethra.may.enter. none.but.sethra.may.enter. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n Initiative \n\nLinda: 24 (20 + 4)\nThokk: 21 (15 + 6)\nGraevic: 20 (18 + 2)\nlizardman: 19 (18 + 1)\nTaern: 18 (17 + 1)\nElthan I: 18 (17 + 1)\nFizahn: 15 (12 + 3)\nElthan II: 7 (7 + 0)\nbebilith: 6 (1 + 5)\n\n Round 1 \n\nLinda cries out, but then steps through the crevice and casts magic missile for 8 (3 + 5) damage.\n\nThokk charges. The bebilith gets an AOO, hitting with a 22 (8 + 14) for 7 (1 + 2 + 4) damage. Thokk hits with a 23 (12 + 11) for 0 (2 + 6 - 10) damage.\n\nGraevic enters the cave and moves laterally along the wall attempting to flank to the right. The lizardman does the same thing toward the left.\n\nTaern rages and charges the bebilith. She misses with a 14 (3 + 11).\n\nElthan I misses with a 5 (2 + 3). Fizahn hits with a 24 (18 + 6) for 0 (6 - 10) damage.\n\nElthan II casts blindness . The bebilith saves with a 19 (3 + 16).\n\nThe bebilith attacks Thokk hitting three times with a 27 (8 + 19), 28 (14 + 14), and 25 (11 + 14) for 12 (1 + 2 + 9), 11 (4 + 3 + 4), and 9 (4 + 1 + 4). The bebilith rends Thokk's armor for 20 (12 + 18 - 10) points of damage.\n\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 4 (43 - 39)\nThokk's armor: 20 (40 - 20)\n\n The bebilith has taken 8 points of damage. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda's face is full of worry when Thokk is beaten so badly. She shouts at everyone from just outside the portal room:\n Retreat damnit! This is not a fight we can win! \nHowever, she still supports her friends with her magic, sending a ray of scorching heat at the demonic spider, hoping that her magic will pass through the demon's resistance again.\n\nOOC: SR check 11. I'm doing the checks but Bebiliths don't have SR. Linda doesn't know that though-she thinks it's like all demons. Scorching Ray. Who's doing the rolls for damage and hits BTW?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda aims a scorching ray at the bebilith, hitting it squarely with a gout of flame. The spell seems to have little effect on the demon.\n\nThokk moans as he regains consciousness. He gropes for a healing potion and downs it in one gulp. He rises slowly, with his armor hanging in shreds around him. \"May the gods be with us!\" he gasps ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda's ranged touch attack hits with a 20 (18 + 2) for 15 damage (4 + 4 + 6 + 1). Thokk consumes a potion of CSW, regaining 19 hp. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n \"No! Don't retreat, go through the portal! We must catch Sethra!\" \n\nEltahn then manuevers into the portal room trying to get as close as possible to the portal and stay out of range of the bebliths blows, but waiting for the others. In the meantime, he shoots his crossbow." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "[b]Lizardkin Druid{/b]\nthe lizardkin snarls as he moves into position hefting his dart. He continues to study the bebilith for weak spots.\n\n OOC: If he observes that the others attack are not having effect, (Spot check?) He will not use non-magical weapons and will magic claw and attack. Just a thought guys, /is there anyone who could study the runes which glowed to bring the demon here and find someway to disrupt it? also am wondering if the thing is an advanced illusion of sorts? oh well fight on gang.We probably should range attack it. shall i entangle and then let anyone with magical ranged attacks to do the honours" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Stupid crossbow!\" \n\nFizahn drops his crossbow, and draws his dagger, heading into the melee." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern thrusts again and again, but the canny bebilith avoids or deflects each attack.\n\nFizahn throws aside his crossbow and nimbly zigzags into melee, his \"shortsword\" drawn. Fizahn grimaces and twists as a spiny claw rakes his upper arm. Fizahn thrusts upward into the leg, but the point of his blade is turned by the demon's hard, shiny carapace.\n\nElthan II fires his crossbow as he circles around toward the portal , but the bolt simply bounces off of the demon's body.\n\nThe lizardman circles as well, noting that mundane weapons seems to be of little or no use against the demon's shell ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nTaern misses with a 21 (12 + 9).\n\nFizahn moves into melee, triggering an AOO. The bebilith hits with a 19 (5 + 14) for 11 (7 + 4) damage. Fizahn hits with a natural 20 but fails crit with a 14 (7 + 7) for 0 (7 + 2 - 10) damage.\n\nElthan II misses with an 11 (9 + 2).\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 23 (4 + 19)\nFizahn: 18 (29 - 11)\n\n The bebilith has taken 23 points of damage. Waiting on Elthan, the lizardman, and Graevic ... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan reloads his crossbow and fires again, missing narrowly.\n\nIn one smooth motion, Graevic unslings his longbow, nocks an arrow, draws back, and releases. His arrow flies straight at the demon's heart - a perfect shot. Graevic watches in disbelief as the arrow shatters on impact, leaving not a mark.\n\nThe lizardman chants as his imbues his claws with mystical power ...\n\nThe beblilith's thoughts change timbre. flesh.pests.must.die.flesh.pests.must.die. ... \n\nThe bebilith's glowing eyes lock on the only one of you who has proven herself a threat. Thick gooey strands spray from the bebilith's abdomen, entangling Linda and sealing the crevice. She is trapped, like a fly in a spider's web. She knows enough about bebiliths to know what is probably going to happen next ...\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary, end of Round 2 ... \n\nGraevic hits with a natural 20 but fails to crit with a 17 (9 + 8) causing 0 (7 - 10) damage. Elthan misses with a 14 (12 + 2). The lizardman casts magic fang .\n\nThe bebilith attacks Linda with a web, hitting with a 23 (16 + 7), entangling her." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n Damn this usless weapon! \n\nElthan tosses his crossbow at his feet and extends his right arm in front of him, his index pointing towards the creature. He chants arcane syllables while staring at the demon.\n\nOCC: Good old reliable magic missle." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Damn this useless weapon! \nElthan hocks his crossbow into the portal, and then begins to chant, his eyes glowing red.\n\n(OOC: now casting, Ray of Enfebblement.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Damn this useless weapon!\n\nUnfortunately, I don't have anything else to fight with, so... \n \"Die you foul, ugly, useless, spider-demon-or-devil-or-just-amazingly-big-evil-spider thing that you are!\" \n\nOOC: Woo, I get to attack with my uselessness, but if I'm not flanking it, I want to take a five-foot step to get closer to a flanking position, hopefully with Taern.\nNot that I don't like it, but how did I roll a 7 for damage on a d4?\n (7 + 2 - 10) " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nPositioning himself behind the bebilith and working in concert with graevic, the lizardkin is dismayed to note that the chitin on the torso of the monstrosity is thick and seemingly invulnerable. He grimly accepts that the battle will be long and hard and holding his shield before him, awaits the beb to move to its chosen quarry before darting forward and sliciing his claw into the weakest area in the leg joint he can see..\n\nOOC:\nflanking + magic claw increases attack bonus by +3 and damage by +1.\n He will systemically hack at the hind legs and cripple it. Hopefully, Graevic will catch onto what he's doing and if the beb turns to face me, homes in on the same leg and between us knock out a few legs . I actively stay away from the front with the poison maw and claws and will go defensive and retreat if it turns and comes after me.\n\nthat's the plan. It's dice rolls from here on in for me. thanks DR." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nA nearly-feral growl slips from Graevic's mouth as his strikes prove ineffective against the creature. Gripping his scimitar and kukri tighter, he wades in again, blades flashing.\n\n((If the demon turns, Graevic will attack the same leg as the lizardman))" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Entangled in the Bebilith's net, Linda tries to move her hands and cast a spell. At the same time, she remembers something crucial...\n Use the oil master Oden gaves us on your weapons! \nshe cries from within the net and, almost as an afterthought,:\n And please cut this damn net so we can flee-I wouldn't want to be the spider's meal... \n\nOOC: Even if I do roll 10 or more in the concentration check, I must do maximum damage with both magic missiles to destroy the net. ::) Linda is close to dying :-[ But then we all are :P Here's hoping the door is too small for the gargantuan Bebilith to pass." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, lassie, I'll cut you down!\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bebilith's eyes are locked on Linda as she wriggles helplessly in its web. It begins to move toward her, mandibles clicking in eager anticipation ...\n\nGraevic, the lizardman, and Fizahn chop, slash, and stab desperately at the bebilith's rear legs. Their weapons (even the lizardman's magically enhanced claws) rebound off of the demon's black shell without causing any damage. \"Turn damn you!\" cries Fizahn ...\n\nThe Elthans (as if of one mind) switch to arcane attacks. A pair of magic missiles and a ray of enfeeblement strike the bebilith, which shudders for a moment but continues its deadly advance toward Linda.\n\nThokk staggers over to the crevice and slashes at the sticky webbing. It takes only a few seconds to get Linda free, but is it too late? Thokk and Linda look up just in time to see the massive bebilith close in, it's sharp mandibles open wide ...\n\n\" Get away from her you bitch! \" screams Taern as she plunges Aercalad deep into the bebilith's thorax. The short spear penetrates the bebilith's chitin almost effortlessly with a flash of pure white light.\n\nThe bebilith arches its back in agony, staggering backward on its four rear legs, almost stepping on Fizahn. Forgetting Linda for the moment, the bebilith turns and bites at Taern, neatly amputating her right arm below the elbow, as two pairs of claws indiscriminately rend her leather armor and flesh into bloody ribbons. The bebilith tosses aside Taern's body. She lands face up, disfigured almost beyond recognition, her eyes open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling of the cavern.\n\nAercalad clatters to the ground and its holy aura fades ...\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n Round 3 \n\nThokk cuts down the web (damage 14) and Linda wriggles free. Graevic, the lizardman, and Fizahn attack but miss (vs AC 22) despite flanking.\n\nTaern hits with a 24 (15 + 9) for 19 (14 + 5) damage.\n\nElthan's magic missiles hit for 9 (4 + 5) damage. Elthan II's ray causes 7 points of STR damage.\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk: 23\nFizahn: 18\nTaern: - 4 (33 - 15 bite - 11 claw - 11 claw), dying \n The bebilith has taken 51 points of damage (23 + 19 + 9). " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n It might get me killed, but I have to risk it, I hope she's right about this... \n\nFizahn quickly reaches into his pack and withdraws the oil, hastily applying it to his weapon.\n\nOOC: yeah, oil, he gets an AoO when I get it out and one when I apply it, right? So, here's to hoping he doesn't have combat reflexes." }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Taern!!!\"\n\n I have to help her! \n\nElthan stops concentrating on the demon and starts running towards taern.\n\nOOC: Will try to administer CLW, if not wacked by spidy." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nStanding over Taern in a very certain movie-ish pose...\n\n 'YOU SHALL NOT PASS' " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda, Thokk, and Elthan immediately converge on Taern. Elthan attempts to stabilize Taern's condition while Thokk stands protectively over her body, sword and shield raised in challenge.\n\nSeeing Fizahn reaching for Oden Homm's oil, Graevic attempts to draw away the bebilith. \"Hey, you big ugly abomination! Over here!\" The bebilith lashes out with a spiny claw, raking Graevic across the body. Graevic is spun completely around, barely retaining a grip on his weapons. Blood seeps from his under his armor - several ribs have been broken.\n\nWith the demon distracted, Fizahn is able to retrieve and apply Oden's magic oil to his dagger. He tosses a second vial to Thokk.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nLinda, Thokk, and Elthan move to Taern's position. Elthan casts CLW uses a CLW potion for 7 points.\n\nGraevic triggers an AOO on purpose to protect Fizahn. The bebilith hits with a claw for 20 points of damage.\n\nFizahn retrieves and applies the oil( bless weapon ). Fizahn tosses a second vial to Thokk.\n\n\n Linda, Thokk, Graevic, the lizardman, and Elthan II still have an action this round. \n Current HP \n\nGraevic: 3 (23 - 20)\nThokk: 23\nFizahn: 18\nTaern: 3 (- 4 + 7)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nAs soon as Elthan spell ends he begins to cast once again as though he didnt stop.\n\n(OOC: Ray of Enfebblement again. I think 2 or 3 more and it shouldnt be able to move.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing the nature-attuned pinkskin fly and fall filled Ssathiyaa with... momentary pain. He noted in a disattached manner as he hacked a leg to no avail, that he shouldn't actually care about pinkskins. even ones similar to lizardfolk\n\nAnd glancing at the party rally to the loud pinkskin on the other side, Ssathiyaa knew that drastic measures had to be undertaken. He thrust down his shield and bunched his legs with claws spread out and prepared to jump.." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan II keeps the ray of enfeeblement trained on the bebilith, draining more and more of the demon's strength. Its legs begin to tremble slightly.\n\nThe lizardman dodges between the bebilith's legs and makes a flying leap onto its back. His claws scrabble for purchase on the demon's chitinous back but find no purchase. The lizardman slips off of the bebilith's back, but manages to roll to his feet.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat continues ... \n\nElthan II hits with a 13 and drains 8 more points of STR from the bebilith (cumulative STR drain: 15 points).\n\nBebilith's AOO on the lizardman misses with a 11 (5 + 6).\n\nLizardman rolls a 9 (2 + 7) on his Jump check and a 13 (7 + 6) on his Balance check, failing to land cleanly on the bebilith's back.\n\n\n Awaiting actions for Linda, Thokk, and Graevic ... " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing that Taern is still heavily injured, Linda decides to cast a healing spell to aid her rejoin the combat. Hopefully, with her spear Taern could harm the demon and help in its defeat more than she could help with her magics. After healing Taern, Linda stands back and away from the meele.\n\n\nOOC: CLW on Taern." }, { "author": "Toadfish", "message": " Graevic \n\nGroaning, Graevic weakly steps back from the demon. He sheaths his blades and quickly tries to stem the flow of blood coming from his damaged abdomen. Desperation shows briefly on his face but is quickly replaced by concentration as he tends to his wounds, using his torn shirt as a makeshift bandage.\n\n((Heal check to keep from bleeding to death, if it’s appropriate. I can’t do much else. If I get whacked again I’ll be a corpse.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda adds her energies to Elthan's as they try to keep Taern alive. Their combined sorcery manages to stem the arterial bleeding from the stump of Taern's forearm.\n\nGraevic falls back, critically injured as well. He finds himself standing close to the portal . Looking into the magic opening he sees a scene of a young girl with long straight hair. She is walking down a dark tunnel. She looks scared ...\n\nThokk grabs the vial of magic oil out of the air and liberally applies it to his longsword. It's clobberin' time , he thinks to himself ...\n\nThe bebilith turns in a circle, identifying Elthan II as the source of the denervating ray. Its abdomen convulses and another web sprays out, entangling Elthan II and smothering the ray of enfeeblement .\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Ready to begin round 5 ... \n Current HP \n\nGraevic: 3\nThokk: 23\nFizahn: 18\nTaern: 11 (3 + 8)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Shield Elthan! \nShouts Linda, knowing that she is too physically weak to do so herself. She instead tries to bring the beast down as fast as possible by conjuring another ray of red-hot flame then moves as far away as possible lest the demon hunts her down again." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan II attempts to struggle from the web, fearing that he may become the demons next target. He fears for his life and tries to struggle towards the portal, hoping that it will carry him far away from danger. He tries casting one more time before touching it, hoping that the webs dont prove too much of a distraction.\n\n(OOC: After seeing what happened to Taern, he is pretty darn scared. You just saw your companion webed and then clawed to near death, and now you've just been webed. I wouldnt be too optimistic.\n\nAnyway, Moving and casting another Ray of Enfebblement.\n\nEDIT: Im still in the space next to it, I can try to reach across.)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "OOC: A bebilith's web is anchored so you can't move-not even half your speed." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Now it's time to test Linda's theory. \n\nFizahn thinks a short prayer before stabbing at the belbith with his \"short sword.\"\n\nOOC: Attack it... If Fizahn's not already flanking, he'd like to take a 5-foot step to get closer to flanking..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda scorches the bebilith once more, then ducks and runs back toward the entrance to the chamber.\n\nThokk charges forward at the demon once again, this time however his sword glistens with Oden's holy oil. \"FOR TAERN!!!\" With a mightly swing, Thokk cleaves deeply into one of the demon's legs, and greenish-black ichor sprays from the wound.\n\nHearing her name, Taern opens her eyes. Her battle rage has faded, and she feels lightheaded from bloodloss. She looks down at the stump where her right hand used to be, then looks over to where Aercalad lies, beneath the bebilith. She attempts to rise, but is too weak. She closes her eyes again.\n\nFizahn, sidesteps into an advantageous position, takes a deep breath, then plunges his weapon into the belly of the beast. To his (and everyone's) surprise the small dagger pierces deeply into the demon's belly. As Fizahn rips his blade out, more bebilith blood spills onto the floor.\n\nElthan II tries to recreate his ray of enfeeblement but the sticky strands prevent him from doing so. He wiggles helplessly in the bebilith's web.\n\nBeset from all sides (and from below), the bebilith trembles and fumbles slightly for its footing ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nLinda's scorching ray hits with a 13 for 18 points of damage.\nThokk charges and hits with a 22 (11 + 11) for 10 points of damage.\nFizahn hits with a 19, automatic critical, for 10 points of damage.\nElthan II fails his concentration check with a 9 and remains entangled.\n\n Current HP \n\n\nGraevic: 3\nThokk: 23\nFizahn: 18\nTaern: 7 (11 - 4)\n\n\n The bebilith has taken 89 (51 + 38) points of damage. Awaiting actions from Elthan, Graevic, and the lizardman ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing Fizahn and Thokk effectively damage the supernatural monstrosity, allows Ssathiya to fall back, snarling in dismay. Realising that he was next to useless, he sprints to Elthan II , the only other party member who had been damaging the spider-beast from the start.\n\nOOC: help break through the webbing . and then guard him and/or Taern if the beb coms for them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the bebilith is distracted by Thokk and Fizahn, the lizardman skitters over toward Elthan II. His magically enhanced claws shred the webbing quickly, freeing Elthan's clone.\n\nGraevic meanwhile, crouches next to the portal clutching his ribs. I need help ... he thinks grimly to himself.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Awaiting Elthan's action ... " }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan \n\nSeeing that Taern is fine, Elthan tries to run towards the Bebilith, trying to attract it's attention.\n\nOOC: In an attempt to protect his clone, Ethan will try to change the demon's target's to him by being in the Bebilith's range of sight and attracting his attention...by shooting a magic missle at it.\n\nI'm sorry for the lateness, I'm starting university and I've been quite occupied lately. So if I'm the last one to post my action, don't wait for me and play my character. I'll try to check on the game more often so you don't have to do this though.\n\nAlso, my char gave Taern a CLW potion, he can't cast it." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nAs Elthan tries to distract the beast, Elthan II moves as close behind the lizard as possible.\n \"Thanks for the assistance.\" \nElthan II waste no time and begins his chant again.\n\n(OOC: I think either this or the next and we should be able to start stuffing it with candy and hanging it from the ceiling.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn cautiously edges around the demon, looking for an opening to plunge his \"short sword\" into.\n\nOOC: If I haven't already obtained flanking, you know the drill... I should really get tumble... Just attack it, nothing special..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan zaps the bebilith with more magic missiles while Fizahn and Thokk continue to take on the demon in hand-to-hand (hand-to-claw?) combat by themselves.\n\nFizahn dodges in and out of the bebilith's legs. One claw finally catches the gnome, but the attack is surprisingly weak, leaving only a small laceration across Fizahn's forearm.\n\nThokk is less fortunate. With lightning speed, the bebilith twists its head and snaps its jaws, catching the dwarf around the waist. Thokk grimaces as the demon's fangs sink into flesh, but he can sense the weakness in the demon's bite. It'll take more than that to stop one of the Mithral Guard! Within a few seconds, however, his bravado fades; Thokk begins to feel woozy - ach! poison! \n\nAs consciousness begins to slip away, Thokk reverses his grip and plunges his sword deep into the bebilith's head, straight through several of the demon's eyes. The bebilith shakes its head in agony, releasing Thokk, who staggers backwards barely maintaining a hold on consciousness ...\n\nElthan II tries to bring another ray of enfeeblement to bear on the demon, but it is moving too erratically to get a fix on.\n\nFizahn continues to bob, duck, and weave, looking for a weak point to thrust with his shortsword.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nElthan magic missiles the demon for 7 (5 + 2) points.\n\nThe weakened bebilith hits Thokk with a critical bite (20/20) but only causes 14 (5 + 1 + 7 + 1) points of damage. Thokk fails his Fort save and takes 5 points of CON damage from the bebilith's poison.\n\nThe bebilith attacks Fizahn with two claws, hitting only once for a mere 3 (7 - 4) points of damage.\n\nThokk criticals the bebilith (19/19) for a whopping 34 points of damage!\n\nElthan II misses his ranged touch attack with a 5 (3 + 2). Fizahn misses with a natural 3.\n\n Current HP \n\nGraevic: 3\nThokk: 1 (23 - 14 - 8), poisoned \nFizahn: 15 (18 - 3)\nTaern: 7\n\n The bebilith has taken 130 (89 + 41) points of damage and 15 points of STR damage. It is severely weakened ... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ah, the Guard will stand strong!\"\n\nOOC: Ooo, it 'only' delt 14 damage to me! 14 damage is enough to KO the other people... Also, did you remember to factor in Thokks +2 save against poison? Just wondering..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Wishing to see the demon dead as soon as possible, Linda resolves to using her magic missiles, having run out of her more powerful scorching rays." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn too wishes to see the demon crumble and he darts in with his \"short sword\", trying to kill the demon.\n\nOOC: Just attack. Here's to hoping for a crit! :D" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Crouching near the entrance to the cave, Linda blasts the bebilith with more magic missiles . Meanwhile, Fizahn scrambles underneath the demon thrusting his blade into its thorax.\n\nThe bebilith staggers and seems to be having trouble keeping its footing.\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda hits for 9 (5 + 4) points of damage. Fizahn hits with a 23 (16 + 7) for 4 points of damage. The bebilith has taken 143 (130 + 13) points of damage ... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n'YOU WILL FALL, FOUL ONE\"" }, { "author": "griffon666", "message": " Elthan: \n\n\"Dont slack now team, the demons is weakening!!!\"\n\nAfter saying that, Elthan starts to chants another magic missle.\n\nOOC: I'm sorry I'm not very original in my spell casting, but it's either that or ray of frost." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan continues draining the Bebliths strenght\n\n(OOC: This should be the last one I think.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Another pair of magic missiles strikes the bebilith square in the thorax. The demon takes a step, pauses ... then collapses, narrowly missing Fizahn. The bebilith's legs twitch spasmodically as it writhes helplessly on the ground. After a few moments, its glowing eyes fade to black and the demon is still.\n\nTaern, her hand amputated, lies semiconscious against the wall. Graevic, too, is badly injured. Thokk wobbles on his feet, trying to fight off the effects of the bebilith's poison. As the adrenaline rush of combat fades, Fizahn's bleeding arm begins to throb with pain.\n\nThe rest of you breathe a sigh of relief that you've survived the combat unscathed.\n\nAs you turn your attention to the portal , you see images continue to flicker across the opening. A young girl can be seen. Her hair is tied back, revealing fine features. Her brow is wrinkled in worry. Dark humanoid forms around her, many heavily armed and armored, loom threateningly ...\n\nA low rumble is felt almost before it is heard. A few pebbles fall from the irregular ceiling overhead ...\n\n\nOOC: Elthan I finishes off the bebilith with 8 (5 + 3) points of damage. Elthan II does not lose his spell. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Eltahn II \n\nElthan sets his hands down from his spell as teh Beblith falls to the ground from the final blow of his counter-part. He turns around to pick up the crossbow he droped in front of the portal.\nAs he picks up his weapon, he sees the girl in obvious danger... He cast a spell, that shortly after finishes it, engulfs him momentarily in a dark-blue glow.\n\n \"Thokk, Elthan, come here and tell me what you see. By my sight, I think this girl is danger. We should probally try to help.\" \n\n(OOC: Casting Mage Armor in place of ROF, just because im too lazy to go back and change my sheet and maintain an AC of 10.\nLizard should try to help Taern first, and should wait to go through the portal, just in case the shock value he provides would not prove to be in our favor.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ah, lad, ill be over, but I am pretty heavily dinged up, but we defeated the Demon!\"\n\nGoes over, and starts (carefully) pulling pieces off the demon, espically the head, a claw or two, and some heavy armor ish plates" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nAmazed at the pinkskins, for using a union of might and magic, Ssathiyaa stares at the vile remains of the bebilith; feeling the disturbance of the balance around him ebbing away.\n\nSeeing the nature-attuned pinkskin and the courageous but foolhardy pinkskin out of action, Ssathiyaa turns to the small hairy one.\n\n If the only other warrior falls from his wounds.. not all may be carried to safety \n\nRecognizing the blue tinge on his lips to be a sign of poisoning, the lizardkin with a wave of his hand across Thokk's torso casts a spell to alert him to the nature and effect of the poison as he digs among the roots and herbs he salvaged for something to delay its effect and steady him.\n\nHe peers towards the ranger, remembering his valiant sacrifice for his pack.. this pack.\n\n weak in their bodies.. weakwilled to wield corruptive magic...yet strong in spirit.. worthy of lizardkin.. the warriors of pinkskins are.. \n\nHe turns to lok at the slumped spear-wielder as his thought finishes.\n\nOOC: Do what I can to HEAL check/ delay poison for thokk, if any herbs can cure hp i'll give him some but i expect them to be weak in any case. I'll save the majority for Graevic and Taern. I'll carry graevic on one shoulder-fireman's lift and support taern on the side which he shas an arm... this is a fantasy setting so no-one need grab the hand wherever it's lying i suppose." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I realize that she's in trouble Elthan 2, but we aren't in any condition to help her. I'll try if everyone says we should, or if this area was somehow magically linked to the demon and will cave in on us since it died!\" \n\n Fizahn moves over to the portal, getting ready to jump in if he feels or hears more rumbles.\n\n I hope that girl doesn't need very much help... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "(Umm, just By the by, do we need to create a new IC thread? This ones goes about 25 pages over the Barons new limit..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The images in the portal continue to flicker. The girl is replaced by images of dark rippling water, then a starry night sky. At one point, the portal goes completely black.\n\nMeanwhile, Thokk sways on his feet, one of the bebilith's spines clutched in his hands as a trophy. Despite the lizardman's ministrations, the poison is working its way through the dwarf's system. Soon, Thokk's eyes roll up into his head and he slumps to the ground, muttering incoherently.\n\nBoth Taern and Thokk seem to be out of commission for the time being. The rest of you manage to carry/drag them to the portal opening.\n\nThe rumbling intensifies, and ever larger chunks of rock begin to crash down from above. There is a flash of gray fur as Aholoh (who had been left behind to guard the entrance to the caves) zigzags across the floor, avoiding the falling debris. The badger leaps into Graevic's arms and stares intently into his eyes. The badger is frightened. Someone is coming ... \n\nIt is clear that the cavern is in imminent danger of collapse. You face a difficult choice - run for the exit back to the surface or leap through the portal ...\n\n\n\nOOC: There is no time for deliberation or discussion. PM me your character's next action. My next post will be the last one in this thread. " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " It's too late to run back! Let's jump through the portal. \nSays Linda and jumps through the moment a location can be seen through.\n\n\nOOC: When the portal stops being blank." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "Dragging a thokk going into shock by his shoulders and supporting graevic, the lizardkin heads for the potral behind the female pinkskin wizard.\n\nWhile he knew of the clear danger of a magical doorway not borne of the balnace and of the possibility of being flung far away from the hunting grounds of the tribe, his instints told him it was the swiftest way to Sethra\n\nHe waves the others towards him and pushes forward.." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Even larger boulders fall from the ceiling as large cracks begin to appear in the rune-covered walls. Stalactites and stalagmites splinter with a deafening cracks. Coarse dust fills the air, making everyone cough.\n\nAs soon as Linda sees a glimmer of light in the portal , she leaps through. Fizahn cries out to the others, \"We can't get Thokk and Taern to the surface in time!\" and reaches for Taern. She staggers to her feet semi-conscious. Graevic, though badly injured, wraps an arm around her waist, urging her on toward the portal .\n\nThe lizardman grabs a hold of Thokk and begins dragging him toward the portal as well.\n\nThe Elthans look at each other, shrugging without saying a word. They both leap through the portal together.\n\n...\n\nThere is a moment of disorientation, then you step into a wide, rough hewn passage. Linda, the Elthans, and the lizardman (dragging Thokk's body) are safe. They turn around and peer back through the portal into the flickering image of the demon's chamber. Graevic, Taern, and Fizahn limp their way toward safety, dodging chunks of rock and collapsing pillars of stone.\n\nThey've almost made it to the portal when Taern's eyes open wide, \"Aercalad!\" she gasps. She shoves Fizahn away and turns back towards where her spear lies, close to the bebilith's corpse. Graevic turns and tries to stop her, \"Taern, no!\"\n\nThere's a blinding flash of light. When the afterimage fades, the portal is gone. Fizahn lies on the ground, having stumbled through the portal at the last second. There is no sign of Taern or Graevic.\n\n...\n\n\nIt takes a moment to get oriented to your new environs. The tunnel you are standing in is about 20 ft wide. It slopes gently upward in one direction and downward in the other. There are voices and light coming from the upper end of the tunnel, around a slight bend. The voices sound anxious ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: I guess this isn't the last post after all ... The Baron gave us permission to wrap up this thread before starting a new one. We should be moving to a new thread shortly ... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nunconscious grumble" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe twinge he feels at the loss of the brave warrior and the balance-aware pinkskin does not surprise him.\n\n The pack is split. \n\nGlancing to the small wiry pinkskin, he turns to the hairy one on his arm:\n\n\"Poison, he is. Rest. Medicine. Find, we must \"\n\n The pack is split. The Others are lost.. \n\nOn hearing the voices, he bares his fangs and stretches out one claw hand as he shields Thokk with the other side of his body\n\n Sethra WILL die. Those pinkskins who died were no lesser than lizardkin.. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan kneels down and administers a healing elixir that rouses Thokk from his weakened stupor.\n\n\"Wha ... where?\" Thokk sputters as he rises to a sitting position.\n\n\"Shhhhh!\" hisses Elthan. \"We have company ...\"\n\nAll eyes turn toward the light glow around the bend. The light source is moving closer. Heavy footsteps indicate that there might be half a dozen or more creatures approaching ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, what be that? I feel so weak....Soulforger, give me your strengh...\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "Remains wordless as he watches over Elthan tend to Thokk and watches if Thokk recovers\n\nSatisfied, he turns towards the source of the oncoming footsteps and narrows his eyes as he peers into the gloom.\n\n OOC: with Thokk incapacitated i'm prob the only one with darkvision here. So i'll describe what i see to my companions. no. of prey and what they appear to be. I don't expect to be able to identify them. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You hear three faint whistles from around the bend in the tunnel. The voices you can hear take on a tone of more urgency.\n\nTheir footsteps approach closer and closer. A gruff voice calls out a challenge, but before you respond, a band of adventurers rounds the bend, stopping 30 feet away. They outnumber you, but they look dusty and tired ...\n\nBehind the fighters in front, stands an armored cleric carrying an unconscious girl in his arms. To your surprise, you recognize the girl from the images in the portal! \n\n\n\nOOC: To be continued in The Sea of Starry Night ... " } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is a tense silence as the two groups of adventurers square off ...\n\n\nThe half-orc rattles his flail restlessly while a gaudily-dressed ranger stands ready by his side. A human fighter stands beside them, his longbow drawn back and ready to fire. Small flames flicker at his arrow's tip.\n\nBehind them, a heavily armored human carries an unconscious robed girl in his arms, flanked by an elf and a gnome. The elf wields a rapier and main-gauche; the gnome holds her crossbow locked and loaded, ready to fire. In the very back is a small halfling holding a glowing spear that illuminates the area.\n\nA quartet of dancing lights swarms distractingly in front of this formidable party.\n\n\nThirty feet away a lizardman blocks the center of the passage with bared teeth and sharp claws. The replilian humanoid hisses threateningly as he stands protectively in front of a battered and bloody dwarf, who struggles to his feet and readies a massive sword that seems to be coated with some kind of black ichor.\n\nBehind them stands an exceptionally tall and fair woman with long, straight white hair. Her regal appearance is marred only by stringy webbing that dangles from her robes and arms. A pair of elf twins stands nearby, literal mirror images of each other.\n\nAlmost unnoticed at first is a small gnome rogue wielding a scaled-down shortsword. Scarlet blood drips down his arm from a nearly foot long laceration.\n\nThough battered and bloody, this group of adventurers is clearly experienced and battle-hardened and not to be trifled with.\n\n\nSeconds tick away as each side waits for the other to make the first move ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Previously Sarloc's Heir and Into the East . The OOC thread is here . Game on! " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n No more packmates will be lost this day.. \nHe stubbornly wills himself to not show the fatigue and aches throughout his body.\n\nThe druid studies the adversaries for their strengths and weaknesses and moves into a defensive posture beside the now standingThokk and Fizahn\n\nHis body language promising swift response to any threat to his pack.\n\nOOC: Charge the first opponent to make a threatening move. I will not recognise the girl bec. my back was to it and i was busy with the beb." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Halfling, Into the East \n\nThe Halfling in the middle of the bunch shifts uneasily, peering around a few of his companions' waists to see the other group.\n\nHis blueish garments are whole, though certainly not clean, and he seems uninjured.\n\n We outnumber them, but I still don't know if we can afford a fight... but it's not up to me. I'm just here to follow. \n\nHe hoists the spear a little higher, watching the other group carefully." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Human Fighter \n\nDarius looks ahead the other group warily, his eyes dart back and forth from his own party to them. The immense bags under his eyes seem to show more than just fatigue, underneath his cold, hard stare is an inexplicable sadness. He keeps his firey arrow notched to his bow, waiting for someone to make a move.\n\n Well dammit, somebody's gotta talk. \n \"I have had enough of this place. I've had enough of dark, dank tunnels and unearthly cold. I've had enough of stale food, of running low on water. I've had enough of terrible guides, and I've had enough of grimlocks, chasm, drow, and urg poison arrows. The name's Darius, I don't know who you people are, or why you're here, but I know I don't want to fight you.\" \n\n(OOC: I really like where this is going, DR)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Female gnomish rogue, East group \n\nThe crossbow-wielding gnome's eyes widen as she takes in the scene before her, but the crossbow doesn't waver. Her gray studded leather armor and cloak are decidedly dirty and travel-stained; her long blonde braid is looking rather dull and her brown-skinned, sharp-featured face is smudged with grime. Evidently this group has been traveling for quite some time. Fatigue is evident in her movements, but she looks around the tunnel alertly.\n\nAfter Darius speaks, the gnome clears her throat. \"I agree with Darius. I've had quite enough for one day already, and we need another set of enemies like we need a plague of stirges. I'm Lissa Quicksilver... at least, that's what I go by in most places.\" Lissa's voice is a pleasant soprano, albeit a bit hoarse. \"Oh, speaking of enemies, there's a whole lot of angry drow back there-\" she jabs a thumb back the way her group came- \"and they'll probably be coming this way as soon as they figure out how to get across the chasm. I strongly suggest that we resolve this quickly so we can get out of here!\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Male dual weilding elf \n\nAs a sign of good faith, the elf flicks his rapier and sheathes it, He stands upright, still keeping the dagger clenched in one hand. \" Well since two of my associates have introduced themselves to you, it would normally be polite to do the same. I'm Aeroz, son of Rellem the Cloaked. \"\n\n[OOC: New thread, new format. I figured I would give Aeroz a speech colour and change his ID tag to bold. Why I post this, I dont know.]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe Orc give his flail a shake, the steel head rattling the chain, but he makes no other hostile moves. After a moment, he speaks, his voice gruff and rustic, \" This is pretty simple. I'm coming through, and all ya gotta do is clear a path. After that.. I don't care, ya can follow us if it makes ya happy, and that'd probably be a damned fine idea on yer part. Or ya could not move, and I could clear a path, through, or die trying. \"\n\nHe pauses a moment, his rough visage creasing in thought, as if he's forgotten something, \"Oh, right.. Lumpy.\" He offers no other explanation, settling back a bit, waiting for them to clear out." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Halfling, Into the East \n\nThe halfling gives a short, grim laugh at Lumpy's statement.\n Rather arrogant of him... I don't think we even trust him yet, and he's not helping his cause with them... \n\nThen, not moving from his safe spot towards the middle fo the group, he begins to speak.\n\" My name's Achkby. I want a fight about as much as the rest of them. And we think that we need to get down this tunnel, to the Glimmersea. And there are a bunch of angry drow and Grimlocks across a huge chasm back there. \"\nHe jerks his tumb over his shoulder.\n\" So I don't advise trying to go that way. I recommend turning back and going back down that tunnel with us. And then we can decide if you're going to come with us or not. \"\nHe pauses for a moment, and glances at Aeroz.\n\" But that's not up to me. All I'm saying is that if you aren't on friedly terms you;d probably be better off turnign back around. \"\nHe ends grimly, with a deep sigh, and his spear trembles a bit in his grip. He lowers it, and sets one end on the ground." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'd say most of them are at the bottom of the chasm now.\" Darius says with a little chuckle. \"But yes, we should get going? What do you say?\" \n\nHe waits for one of the strangers to answer." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Human Ranger \n\nA Human with a long purple and green overcoat and a huge floppy purple hat stands in the very front of the party with Darius and Lissa. The Hawk resting on a strange apparatus which holds a torch shifts on its precarious perch.\n \"Oh, great, are you folks going to tie me up as well?\" He remarks before shrugging and taking a long drink from the flask sitting at his hip." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n they do not seek to fight.. good \n\nUnderstanding that the pinkskins who stand opposite them are not keen to fight and are fleeing something behind them, the lizard understands the strangers simply wish to pass\n\n I hope the others will let them pass.. we need rest \n but first our prey.. \nspeaking slowly with clenched teeth\n in draconic,\n\"Where.......iss....sSethra?\" \n\nOOC: hello to everyone from ITE. sorry if i come off as a bit of a harda*.with a cha of 8, I really should rub you the wrong way and don't expect me to volunteer my name. lizardkin don't do that with humanoids. and well it'll take a while before my char warms up to you. I told my own party to just call me Druid.. so if you hear them call me that you could follow suit. thanks. game on" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Sorry buddy, I dont speak your language. \" The elf comments as the lizardfolk belays his message. \" Perhaps we could understand each other if we spoke in this tongue. I .. \" Aeroz stutters as he tries to think of a goblin equivalent for the word \" reckon that we can talk to each other easier. Or do you speak common? If you're travelling with a band like this, it seems sort of like a necessity. \"\n\nAeroz's goblin is a little rusty, but if the lizarfolk can understand it, it should be understandable\n\n[OOC: obviously orange is goblin, blue is common.]" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda the White, mage. \n\nThe white haired, white robed woman in the back of the newcomers stands on her staff wearily and studies the other group. Her eyes scan the tunnel left and right but she can't see many things apart from the other group due to lack of any ability to see in the dark. Shaking her head she attempts a smile when three of the strangers speak. Deeming it polite, she also begins to introduce herself:\n\n It is fortunate to meet anything other than enemies in these caverns if-from what I gathered of your speech-they are indeed part of the Underdark. My friends and I traveled through a portal here after a fight with a powerful demon. Though admitting it pains me, we lost more than one friend there-we would not like to fight again so soon. My name is Linda \"Whitestaff\" Endareth but you can call me simply by my first name. If you were fighting drow and other creatures of darkness, would I be right in assuming you are a noble group? If that is so, we could possibly join forces for a time-this place must be dangerous and I would like to live to see the light. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn eyes the other group warily, looking at each one and evaluating them, he spends the longest time evaluating the other gnome. He then looks at his own group and evaluates them. Pressing his hand to his arm, he begins to speak, \"I'm Fizahn. I agree that fighting is not the best option. I assume you're fleeing from those drow back the way you came, but if not it would be best to combine forces and find a place to rest as quickly as we can.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc begins to walk towards the other party, intending to push his way through if they won't move. As he nears, it becomes clear that he's in rather poor condition himself, dirty, beaten up, and looking like he hasn't had a proper meal in quite a while. He does manage a derisive snort, \" Rest? In the underdark? Good luck with that. I've been down here fer a while and I ain't had the pleasure yet. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Lumpy approaches, the dwarf raises his sword in warning, point ready. Fresh demon blood, black as tar, drips from its blade.\n\n\"I'm in no mood for yer disrespectful tone, half-breed. Ye'll be answerin' our questions an' politely too before we say ye can pass!\"\n\nThe two elves step forward in an attempt to defuse the tense situation, revealing themselves on closer inspection to be half-elven. They roll their eyes at the dwarf's racial slur, then both bow as one respectfully.\n\nOne speaks in a gentle voice, \"Greetings and well met, friends. I am Elthan Moonshadow.\"\n\n\"As am I,\" adds the other.\n\n\"We have no wish to fight nor would we hinder your travels, but we are somewhat disoriented and could use your help,\" says the first.\n\n\"First of all, where are we?\" asks the second.\n\n\"If this is truly the Underdark, is there quick passage to the surface?\" asks the first.\n\n\"How far are we from Mimleth and the Orsrauns?\" asks the second.\n\nSeeing the blank looks they get in return, the first Elthan asks, \"Are we even still in the Vilhon Reach?\"\n\nThe other continues, \"And we have seen that girl you are carrying in a vision,\" indicating Sheyra, \"Who is she?\"\n\n\"Is she alive?\" inquires the first, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Human Fighter \n \"Actually, if any of you could help us, Sheyra and I have both been poisoned by drow arrows. She's alive... but she's fading. And no, there is no quick passage to the surface... in fact we'll be lucky if we ever find passage to the surface. And what do you mean, in a vision?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nAfter Aeroz speaks, Achkby says quietly, trying to make himself audible only to his friends, \" I understand him. Or at least I think that I do. \" He frowns for a moment, puzzled. \" I think that he asked us where 'ssethra' is, though he hisses so much that he can't tell if it is ssethra or just ethra. \"\n\n-----Present-----\n\n This is insane! Why do some people always want to fight? At least one of them is going to die if there is a fight. \n\nSpeaking to the elf/ves, Achkby says, \" Thank you for keeping your heads. \"\nThe he talks directly to the dwarf. \" I'd thank you to keep your weapons down, Dwarf. Even if Lumpy is out of line, you have no place starting a fight when none of us want it.\n\"We brought him, so if he does try anything, we'll take care of him oursleves. If he attacks you, I see no problem with your defending yourself or even killing him, but don't touch him until he does so. And we'll stop him from doing that. \"\nHe stares grimly at the dwarf, but then looks at Lumpy instead. \" Lumpy, I know you've been down here for a while, but this is not the time to start another fight. Come back here and put down that flail. \"\n\nHe shifts a bit uneasily after challenging the two people in the tunnel with the biggest weapons, but doesn't say anythign more." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n Fizahn looks at Lumpy like he's a fool as he threatens to fight Thokk. His glance is replicated as Darius comments about how the group is poisoned and asks what is meant by vision. \"Is a vision not specific enough for you? Very well, we saw her in the portal that brought us here.\" Fizahn laughs as Achkby reprimands Lumpy. \"That's right Lumpy, listen to your brains.\" \n\nOOC: For those of you who don't know, I've color-coded my languages:\n Common \n Gnome \n Draconic " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin looks slightly baffled as the pinkskins around him exchange greetings and begin to co-operate. the knowledge that a confrontation was no longer imminent relaxed the lizardkin until a tall, smelly pinkskin took steps forward and started being belligerent. The lizardkin drew himself to his full height and stood toe to toe with him, flexing his clawed wrists & hissing dangerously thru clenched teeth. His manner indicating that if the strange pinkskin attempted to push his way thru his party, it''d have to go thru him..first.\n\n I will share my pain with this pinkskin if he tries to be stupid.. \n\nAs the elthans burst into an attempt to defuse the situation and the stranger goes no further, he attempts to digest the conversation that passes around him.\n\nEven with his increasing grasp of pinkskin-speech, the words while intelligble did not make sense to him. He was further puzzled that the others were not seeking what errand these strangers had with Sethra and why the others weren't eager to retreat back into the mountains and rest so as to relaunch the attack on Sethra.\n\n there isn't much time left.. my people will begin to move soon " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Sethra...Sethra...I've heard the name before. I think it had something to do with that Kris thing. Why would you be looking for him. We were told that it was a centuries old artifact. Obviously the man must be dead, or undead. I wouldn't put it past some people... \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Human Fighter \n \"Uh, actually no, not really. A vision could be a number of things... all of which there's no time to go into now. Let's get moving, shall we?\" \n Vision not specific enough for you? How about an arrow up your arse, that specific enough for you? And that damn lizard is getting on my nerves... as unlikely as it seems I think I'm with Lumpy on this one. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy actually does stop, though he doesn't look eitherr intimidatec by the resistance put up, nor swayed by their attempts at persausion. Instead, his thick features flex into something approximately incredulous, \" Yeah, sure, let's all sit down, put aside our weapons, put a pot'a tea on the fire, and compare notes. That way when the dark elves cross the chasm with some other bridge or whatever, we can all be unprepared with our backs to a dead end, and die properly. \"\n\nHe shakes his flail again impatiently, pausing in his speech long enough to rattle of a few colorful curses in orcish, then continues, \" Or, if the prospect of being alive appeals ta ya somehow, we should, say.. move and talk all at the same time. Not too complicated fer ya, is it? Because otherwise, whether I die fighting all'a ya, or a pack of drow ain't gonna make any difference in an hour or so. \"\n\n Always talking.. you'd think they were on the surface the way they waste time. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa sighs audibly and rolls her eyes as Lumpy and the dwarf butt heads (metaphorically speaking.) She giggles at the other gnome's comment, and replies in the same language. {Fighters, go figure. I mean, 'half-breed'? I can come up with a better insult than that half-asleep!}\n\nSeeing that a fight is (hopefully) not imminent, Lissa snaps down the safety catch on her crossbow and slings it over her shoulder by an attached strap. \"I speak Draconic, too,\" she pipes up. Looking at the lizardfolk, the gnome speaks in the same hissing language. &lt;Well met, warrior. Do you understand the trading-talk of humans?&> She looks back up at Darius. \"I just told him hello, and asked him if he understands Common. And I second the motion to talk while we walk! Or better yet, run!\" Lissa eyes the wounded dwarf. \"Hmm, he doesn't look like he can move very fast at the moment. Baravar's black cloak, that must hurt! Oy, Sedryn! Got any cure spells handy? The dwarf here looks like he can use 'em.\"\n\n\nOOC: {Gnome} &lt;Draconic&>" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"I know what you mean, I've said worse half-asleep.\" \n\n Fizahn sheathes his \"short sword\", and looks at the passage the other group came from, and then looks the way his group is preventing them from going. \"I agree with her. We'd better start moving. I don't think anyone is in any shape to fight, and definitely not an outnumbered battle.\" \n\n Fizahn turns and starts walking down the passage. He turns back to look at everyone, and shouts back, \"Well, does anyone else want to live? Let's pick up the pace here!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Whoa there. You guys look pretty roughed up. Moving around here in your condition would be dangerous. Do you guys have any healing or something? If not, I'm sure that Sedryn will be able to help you out \" Aeroz points the cleric in the full plate, who seems to be standing idly." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe momentary spike of rage ebbs into a palpable knot of cold fury. An emotion more familiar to the cold-blooded creature.\n\n Feh..I begin to forget myself. Perhaps pinkskins are not as weak as 'the people' thought they were. Perhaps the ones i hunt with are worthy of some respect but.. I AM lizardkin.. and must remember 'my people' belong to a balance while these.. pinkksins.. easily upset it with their ignorance and embrace corruptive magic..... I CANNOT become attached to them...packmates though they are.. and i cannot take on their weaknesses as well \n\nAlthough still standing before the tall strangely smelling pinkskin, his shoulders drop and the lizardkin seems less aggressive.\n Yet the loss and anger I hold do not seem any less \nHis brows furrow.\n\nHis attention is diverted by a smaller pinkskin a short distance behind the one he blocks. Like the small scarred one with the spirit of a wolverine, this one has a big snout as well.\n\nHis eyes widen as it sheathes it weapon and stands close and begins talking in draconic.\n\n It can't come above my hip but here it stands fearlessly while unarmed within reach of one such as I \n\nHe glances at a clawed hand, which he finds himself lowering, before turning to it and replying:\n \"I do\" \n Do all big-snouteded pinkskins carry this muchf coutrage? , he muses.\n\nAs his awareness shifts to the presents and away from his emotions, he realises that his instincts are guiding him away from where the strangers had come from.\nRemembering that the strangers were fleeing from some creature called 'drow' in pinkspeech. He could not recall any beast which bore that name as part of the balance.\n\nWhile he felt no fear, a glance behind reminds him his packmates were in dire need of rest. Sethra's death was a certainty.. but it would be delayed for now.\n\nThe lizardkin turns and marches to the back of his group after looking at Thokk and starts to trudge onwards. He stops to lock his eyes on Fizahn and indicates Thokk before marching into the gloom " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n In spite of myself, I find Lumpy's arguments winning me over. The Underdark is a dangerous place. I can't afford to just follow these people around anymore. Survival takes work here, and while it doesn't matter if these people find whatever it is they're looking for, I want to get out of here alive. We had better get moving. \n\n\" Ay, the gnomes have the right of it. Let's get moving. \"\n\nHe walks forward until he is closer to the strangers than he is to his own party, slipping the spear away as he does so. Its light radiates from just behind his head, throwing long shadows all around the tunnel.\nHe looks back at all of the tall people standing behind him, and nods slowly." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy looks almost relieved that they've decided to get moving, if not a little irritated that everybody attributes the idea to the gnomes. he remains silent, however, letting his flail drop slightly as he passes through the gap left by the lizardman's departure, taking long strides in his uneven gait." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan the Second, Twin Sorcerer \n\nElthan follows the lizards lead and begins to march beside him. He walks beside him for a while without saying anything.\n\nIn Draconic, quite softly.\n \"Lizard, I saw the way you looked back there when they spoke. The unknowing glance of a foriegner to another speech. You have been showing this or quite some time now. I understand that you do not have as much knowlage of common speech as a natural would, but if you would allow me, I would help you better understand that language.\" \n\nElthan back up behind the lizard to his position beside Elthan, and lets the lizaard consider his offer as the groups walk." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra's eyes snap open and she jumps out of Sedryn's arms. \"What happened?\" she says in a panic, \"Who are these people?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizard initially tenses when Elthan II aproaches but on hearing his offer softens his expression slightly.\n\nHe wordlessly continues beside Fizahn as Elthan II falls back." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"We don't really know, but they're not Drow... By the way, thanks for your help back there, We're going to get you healed the second we can stop.\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra rubs her head and moans a little. \"Thanks,\" she says to Darius, \"I think I need a nap. These must be those people with the light, then.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yeah, apparently they saw you in some sort of vision, but that's not really important right now, let's get moving.\" \n\nDarius will walk next to Sheyra to make sure that she's alright." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Human Ranger \n \"Well i'm sure glad you folk are freindly\" Tipping his hat at Linda he smiles and says \"Name's Hajih by the way, your humble guide to underground vistas of all types.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy moves up towards the front, alongside the the Lizardkin, finally hanging his flail back at his belt. He peers ahead with an exhausted sort of half-alertness, obviously more comfortable in the dark, than further back where the torches are. If anything, he seems less interested in leading the way for the sake of the others of his 'party', and more for the sheer fact of covering ground quickly." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nHearing Haji advertising himself again, Achkby calls out from the middle of the group, \" Don't let him guide you anywhere. We took him on, and he got us all lost and then himself captured \"\n\n He is supposed to be our guide... but he seems to consider himself just another wanderer now, and we seem satisfied that he doesn't have a clue where we are. Hmph. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa pats Sheyra's leg sympathetically. \"We really need to get out of here, Sheyra. Just hang on for a bit more.\" The diminutive rogue looks up at Darius. \"Oh, the lizardfolk understands Common, by the way. I guess he just prefers to speak his own language. I'm going to get moving now, considering that I've got shorter legs than most of you. If you hear a scream, you'll know there's something nasty up ahead!\" Lissa grins impishly, draws her crossbow, beckons to the quartet of dancing lights , and sets off down the tunnel at a jog.\n\n\n(OOC: The dancing lights hover slightly ahead of Lissa until the spell runs out, at which time she'll retrieve her everburning torch.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone agrees that the best thing to do is to move on quickly before more trouble arrives. Setting aside any animosity, the groups realize that there is strength in numbers and that working together seems the most likely way to assume everyone's survival.\n\nIntroductions are made along the way, and Sedryn, cleric of Lathander, moves among the injured, healing what wounds he can. Sedryn himself is pale and quiet, not his usual robust self. Perhaps the days in darkness under the surface, away from the gaze of the morning sun, have been hard on him ...\n\nThokk, the lizardman, and Lumpy put aside their mutual dislike for each other and act as a vanguard, leading the way ahead of the party, putting their darkvision to good use.\n\n Thokk says little, but whenever \"demons\" are mentioned, his eyes harden with pain and anger. Lumpy says even less. His story is yet to be told. \n\nAeroz, Fizahn, and Lissa take turns moving ahead or covering the rear of the party (and in large passages, the flanks). Their eyes peer carefully into the darkness to be sure the party is not ambushed from the sides or the rear. Each bears a crossbow, loaded and ready to fire.\n\n Those meeting Aeroz for the first time can't help noticing the beads of sweat of his forehead, the dark circles under his eyes, and the greenish, waxy pallor of his cheeks. He does not seem to be in an elf's usual state of good health, but he offers no explanation and no one is bold enough to ask. \n\nThe humans (Darius, Linda, Sedryn, Sheyra and Hajih) along with the two Elthans and Achkby make up the main party. They stay close to the light sources (two everburning torches). Darius' bow is ready in case anyone or anything makes it through the first line.\n\n Elthan is particularly interested in Sheyra. Who is she? Why would she appear in the portal? Does she know who Sarloc was? (She doesn't.) Hajih is quite talkative, but he assures Linda and the Elthans that they have not encountered anyone who might have been Sethra. On the other hand, he observes, if Sethra can take other people's forms, then it might be hard to recognize him, hmm?\n\nSedryn is close-lipped about exactly why he and Aeroz have led their companions into the Underdark. It would appear that there were three women (assassins, Aeroz says) who have stolen something of value. Aeroz and Sedryn have vowed to track them down and recover the artifact. Sheyra expresses some ambivalence on this issue. The women had previously proven to be kind and helpful, she confides. Perhaps there is more to the story, she hopes. \n\nThe newly enlarged party moves quickly through the tunnels undisturbed. Occasional scurrying noises retreating in the distance suggest that no creature wants to disturb such a large, well-armed party. And despite the size of the group, you leave almost no tracks on the hard, dry stone. You take a countless number of left forks, then right forks, then left forks, until everyone feels assured that any pursuit has been lost in the labyrinthine tunnels.\n\nAfter what seems like hours (or possible even a day), the path widens then opens into an enormous chamber, perhaps 200 yards in diameter and four stories in height. Water drips from its domed ceiling, and on the floor grows a miniature forest of luminescent fungi. After some quick scouting, it appears that there are two other small exits to the chamber (in addition to the large opening you just entered through), but the stadium-sized cavern appears to be easily defensible.\n\nThe good news is that if everyone sleeps in shifts, it seems like everyone will be able to get a full \"night's\" rest. For some, this will be the first chance to really rest in a week or more.\n\nThe bad news is that the 14 of you are now completely out of water. The food ration situation is only slightly better. The possibility of dying from thirst or hunger is becoming as real a threat as an attack from the drow ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nStaying on the flanks and guarding the packmates and strangers gave the lizardkin little chance to interact with the others or listen to the conversations but the need of rest and temporary unity was impressed upon him.\n\nOn finding that water and food was limited in both parties, he resolved to forage in the cavern, particularly in the fungi below.\n\n I will find food and water for my packmates and if there is enough, share with these strangers \n\nLooking around at his surroundings..\n We must be very deep in the mountain...FEH!..Sethra cannot outrun this hunter.. \n\nHe leaves the others in a group and goes to forage by himself, mentally attuning to the difference in the balance around him.\n\nOOC: memorise new spells and Survival and knowledge nature checks as necessary. Cast guidance for one roll" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Human Fighter \n \"Lizard. I'll come with you.\" Darius will ask around the party, collecting waterskins. He'll bury the very bottoms of the waterskins in the dirt where he finds dripping water, and he lets them slowly fill. \"Achkby, I suppose you can clean the stuff once we have it, right?\" \n I wonder if those fungi are edible... better not... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" I wouldn't touch any of the plantlife around here. You dont have a clue what it is. \" Aeroz comments as he wipes the sweat off of his forehead \" So Hajh. Any brilliant ideas now? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Shining mushrooms don't seem too appetizing.\" Darius says, then he leans over and whispers something into Aeroz's ear with a grin, \"Wonder what lizard tastes like.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Pheasant actually. Dont ask why I know though. \" Aeroz kids as he jabs Darius slightly with his elbow." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, I sure would love to have a pheasant right about now.\" Darius says with a little chuckle, wandering off in search of dripping water.\n\n It's lizard season, hehe. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, I would like to be back in my caves with my family, but thats not going to happen now laddie, is it? So shut up, do your work, and go hunt yourself if ye be so blasted hungry\"\n\nOOC: How much HP and STR does Thokk have left?" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Temper temper Mr. Dwarf. The last thing we need is the drow to find us killing each other. And besides, arguing uses up energy, and you look like you need to spare yours. \" Aeroz comments as he coughs a little." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius truns around at the dwarf's comment. \"Consider yourself lucky you even have a family, dwarf... and I wouldn't tell others to do their work if I were sitting around on my arse doing nothing.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n \n Originally Posted by The King of Durf \n Darius, Human Fighter \n \"Achkby, I suppose you can clean the stuff once we have it, right?\" \n \n\n\" I believe so, yes. \"\n\n If only we were still above ground. I would still have Jari with me, and he had plenty of food and water on him, always... \n\n\" Does anyone have any other suggestions for food? \" he says, completely ignoring the argument with the dwarf.\n\n Idiots, all of them. We can't afford to be arguing about nothings now. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan II goes over to Sedryn.\n \"If I remember correctly, among a divine agents Orisons include a prayer to create water. I would suggest preparing that spell tonight.\" \n\nElthan then retrives from his bag one of the trail rations he still has left.\n\n\n(OOC: I'm sorry, I just have too much experiance being a cleric to forget that they have that spell.\nAnd DR could you be a bit more specific on how much food we have left and how much we heal and such?)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, be quiet ye little laddie. You need to bring yer own rations. I got mine with me, but I supose you dont have any. Pah! Typical Halfling runt.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa glares at the arguers as she pulls a bedroll out of her pack (which looks far too flat to have held any such thing) and starts unrolling it. \"If you can't be civil, keep your traps shut. Or you just may regret it come morning!\" The gnome's normal sparkling cheerfulness seems to have finally run out, under the pressure of fatigue, combat, thirst, lack of bathing and bickering allies. {Baravar help me, if they don't shut up soon I'm going to put bat guano in their bedrolls after they've gone to sleep. Idiots.} She flops down on the bedroll, takes a pouch marked 'FOOD' out of her pack, then stuffs it back in with a sigh. \"Only make me thirstier without water to wash it down.\" Lissa sets about wriggling out of her studded leather armor, revealing a sweat-stained shirt and breeches underneath.\n\nThe gnome stacks her armor and weapons up neatly, then rolls over to face Fizahn. Curiosity, it seems, has overcome fatigue for the moment. \"So, Fizahn, where does your family come from? I don't think I remember you from Hidden Vale...\"\n\n\n(OOC: Remove armor. Lissa's weapons are within reach, and she'll have her everburning torch nearby until she goes to sleep- at which time she'll either put it in her pack or give it to one of the sentries. She can take any of the watches.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Daring Rogue \n After what seems like hours (or possible even a day), the path widens then opens into an enormous chamber, perhaps 200 yards in diameter and four stories in height. Water drips from its domed ceiling, and on the floor grows a miniature forest of luminescent fungi. After some quick scouting, it appears that there are two other small exits to the chamber (in addition to the large opening you just entered through), but the stadium-sized cavern appears to be easily defensible. \n \n\n\n\"Ach, ill just help myself to some water. Ye surface dwellers might not have the consitituion for it, but if the water if boiled it should be safe to drink for those of you with less eherm, stanima\"\n\nGoes over to where the water is dripping down, takes a tiny sip to test the water, and then drink it\n\nOOC: +9 Fort save on any funky diseases or poisions in the water" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n As the group stops to rest, Fizahn reaches into his pack. With a groan, he empties his pack, hurriedly going through his possessions. With a dismayed look, he starts muttering to himself. \"No tent! I must have left it with that stupid horse! And I don't have a pony anymore either! No paper either! Why did I leave my rope with that stupid horse! At least I've still got my torch, food, and bedroll!\" \n\n Angrily, Fizahn pulls out his bedroll and his blanket. When he gets it set up, he looks at Lissa removing her armor. \"I wouldn't risk sleeping without armor in the Underdark.\" \n\n As Lissa asks about his past, Fizahn shrugs. \"I might have been there once, my family moved around a lot, because my father wasn't exactly a perfect role model. I've been to a lot of places I don't know the names of. I'm originally from a small hamlet, at least that's where I was born. I don't even remember it's name anymore, or know if it still exists.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n Achkby comes over to the other short people (:/) and pulls out his bedroll, too.\n\n\" I grew up in a tiny town as well, \" he tells them as he begins to remove his armor. \" Though I lived in the one place my whole childhood, I wasn't there all that long. I left less than a year after I came of age. \" He smiles wanly, and starts piling pieces of armor into his pack. \nScratch that, I don't speak Gnomish.\n\nAchkby drags his bedroll out of his pack, too, and starts taking off his armor. Then, he pulls out his necessities and starts piling the armor on stop." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Fizahn\n\"Ha, little laddie, you arnt the only one without their mount. I have some rope with me if ye need it, but I dont think ye will be wantin a tent. We are all in a cavern, so sleepin under the stars aint an issue, and if we get attacked, I for one want to be able to get up as soon as possible\"\n\nTo Lissa\n\"I actually think taking off the armor is a decent idea. If you are in heavy armor, like my plate, ye will be quite sore in the morn. Fizahn, however, is in his little light pansy armor, so it dont bother him a whole lot\"\n\nOOC: Hey, any water at all is water right now. If it is dripping one drop every 5 seconds, then I have 12 mL of water in a minute, which equals 1.2 liters in an hour and twenty minutes. That is from a single spot. If there are several little spots with water pouring forth, it would be a good idea to get as many flasks as possible under them to collect water." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nAway from the others, the druid examines the flora and fauna of his surroundings. The chatter of the others a dim buzz in the background punctuated by the constant drip of water.\n\nCrumbling, bits of bracket fungi and sniffing it in one claw, thoughts of Sethra are replaced by thoughts of his tribe and people. The recent dramatic events making the idyll of his life that was disturbed seemingly a lifetime ago.\n\n How deep below the tower am I? \n\nHe studies his surroundings with fascination. Some types of plants looking familiar. at least from one of his master's etched hides. Others totally alien to him.\n\nThe footsteps of a nearing pinkskin(Darius) break his thoughts and cause him to continue." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih carefully examines some of the fungus, to tell whether it is edible or not before drawing a large jug out of his back. \"We may not have any water left, but feel free to help your self to the ale. \n\n(Knowledge Nature check at +1 or Knowledge Dungeoneering at +7 which ever is applicable for examining the fungus)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa smacks her forehead as she watches the dwarf gather water from the dripping ceiling. \"I must be tired! Why didn't I think of that?\" As she rummages in her pack, she responds to Fizahn and Thokk. \"I may be in light armor, but it's not exactly restful to sleep in all the same. Besides which, if anything goes bump in the night I fully intend to stand back and give it a shot with ol' Betsy here.\" Lissa pats the stock of her loaded crossbow fondly, then peers into the pack with a cross expression. \"Darn, I was sure I had a pot in here! Must've left it with Patch. Oh well, time to improvise...\"\n\nWithin a few minutes, the ingenious rogue has cobbled together a water-collector out of a waterproofed winter cloak and several rocks. The rocks hold the cloak oiled-side-up into sort of a large bowl, while more rocks are placed to anchor the fabric and prevent it from slipping. The whole apparatus has been set up under one of the more frequent drips.\n\nLissa smiles, dusts her hands off, then yawns. \"Gods, I'm tired. I'll take third watch. Whoever's taking this watch can use my torch, if they don't have a light of their own.\" She gestures to the purple everburning torch propped up against her pack. \"Sleep well, everyone. Wake me when it's my watch.\" With that, she burrows into her bedroll and closes her eyes.\n\n\n(OOC: Whee, water collector! It's up to DR how much it collects, I guess. Lissa is now drifting off to dreamland.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Tichkeck, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nDespite his obvious fatigue, Lumpy seems to have a difficult time settling down as the party stops. He circles the cavern a little, inspecting the exits, as well as the fungus, before finally trying to locate a water-drip of his own to settle down by. Untying a clay mug from his pack. he sets it up to collect water for himself. He'll try to forage some himself while the small-folk settle down to rest, as likely for the chance to keep an eye on things than for the chance to actually find some food.\n\nThe degree of seperation from the rest of his 'party' becomes more evident, as he seems to keep a wary eye on them as much as the exits.\n\n(OOC Lumpy will join some of the others in trying to scrounge up something edible, with +7 Survival. He'll probably remove his armor and try to sleep some when the next shift comes up, since it looks to me like all the short-folk have already settled down)" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda frowns when she realises there's hardly any food left but smiles when the others mention the lack of water.\n\n I can create water myself-a few gallons of it actually. Bring your waterskins here and I'll fill them up. I am still worried about the food though-there is a clerical spell to create provisions of that kind but it is not within my powers. \n\nLinda fills any waterskins the group brings her (up to 3 castings of create water) and then trails off to sleep, still tired from the battle with the Bebilith and less used than the others in long marches and prolonged fights.\n\n Wake me up when it is my turn to stand guard-though I must say I am not a very competent one. \n\nShe unfolds her bedroll and lies down near the lights, dozing off after a short while..." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra drinks the last few drops from her waterskin, then hands it to Linda for refilling. \"Thank you,\" she says once it's full, \"I'd find a drip, but I don't know if my body could take another poisoning.\"\n\nShe sets up her bedroll and sits down on it. \"I can take watch whenever we need it,\" she says." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach. ye be missing some good minerals in this water! Fortifies ye, and helps brew a potent ale\" \n\nSets out three flasks under the drips, and hads Liddia fill up his waterskin\n\n \"Ach, I have a little energy left, Ill take the first watch and keep ye all safe\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With the soft glow from the giant fungi and the steady, soothing dripping of water from the ceiling, the chamber is almost pleasant to be in. One by one, you take turns getting some much needed rest.\n\n...\n\nThe untreated water dripping from the ceiling tastes metallic and vaguely sulfurous. Although Thokk appears to suffer no ill effects from drinking it, the rest of you wisely decide to stick with the pure, cool water that Linda provides.\n\nSedryn purifies the water collected by Lissa and Darius, which further replenishes the party's shared reservoir of drinking water.\n\nThe lizardman wanders into the fungus forest in the center of this vast cavern. As he moves deeper among the mushrooms, they become larger and larger until, by the time he reaches the center, he is able to stand fully erect under the softly glowing fungus canopy. There is a kind of alien beauty to the fungus forest. The lizardman sits down, closes his eyes, and meditates ...\n\nHajih takes a long draught of ale, then begins examining the glowing fungus carefully. Holding aloft a crumbled, softly glowing piece of mushroom, he pronounces the fungus safe to eat. He looks around expectantly to see if anyone is willing to put his judgement to the test ...\n\nElthan I and Achkby spend some time discussing arcana and dragon lore. When Achkby admires the black dragon scale Elthan I shows him, Elthan I gives it to him as a gift. \"Please consider this a gesture of goodwill and friendship ...\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nGetting Ready to Sleep, taking off the plate mail\n\n \"Ach, ye all be pansies not drinkin the water. it will put hair on your chests, I tell ye!. Ah, it feels good to take off this plate. Methinks its the first time in a good week! Bah! I smell like a Orc! I gotta clean myself up a little...\" \n\nTakes off armor, washes it and polishes it as he can with the water from the celing, cleans sword, mends what armor he can, and goes to sleep" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Warrior \n\nLumpy finally tires of wandering the room, (and just plain tires in general), retrieving his little cup and moving closer to the others as the shift changes. He drinks the water quickly, before throwing down his pack and beginning the arduous process of dissassembling his armor. From the looks of it, this is probably very literally the first time it has come of in a week or more. Beneath all the plate, mail, and underpadding he is as stout and lopsided as he looked without it.\n\nFinally unclothed, save for a simple pair of breeches, he settles down with a big chunk of soap from his pack, and does the best he can to clean off himself, as well as his armor and clothing. When he's finished what he can with the limited water of the drips, he hefts the soap aloft, \" Any'a ya want some? \" In a surprising act of generosity, he will break of a chunk for anyone who takes him up on it, before unrolling his bedroll, and falling asleep easily." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, that be the first time ive seen soap in a long while. And ye actually smell decent! A first time for everything, I guess. Glacen't Depeter to you, laddie \n\nOOC: BTW, Green or Black is Common\nBlue is Dwarfen\nOrange will be Gnome\nPurple will be Undercommon\nBrown will be Terran\nRed will be goblin" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nAchkby gratefully takes the water from Linda, but doesn't drink much. He uses his final casting of Prestidigitation to clean himself and his possessions before settling down. He considers offering to clean others, too, but quickly decided that it might be invasive.\n\nHe eventually moves his things over to Elthan I, and talks with him at length about their similar interests. He is honored to recieve the black scale, though he confesses that he admires the blues the most. \" They have the whole skies as their dominon ,\" he explains.\nHe watches the lizardfolk remove his armor, and remarks, \" You know, It's remarkable how similar some species still are to the dragons. You friend there is pretty draconic himself. It's sort of marvelous. \"\n\n And I almost envy him. \n\nAfter a while, the conversation wanders from the dragons to Arcana in general, and Achkby finally musters his courage to ask Elthan I the nature of the similarity between he and Elthan II.\n\" So, how are you and the other Elthan so similar? \" he inquires. \" Ar eyou merely twins, or is there something more linking the two of you? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Sure.\" Darius says. \"I could use a bit of soap.\" \n Ooh, soap, quite the treat. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLinda's offer of water awakens the half-asleep rogue, and she gratefully takes her waterskins to be filled. Now that she has water, Lissa takes out a bag of rations and sits on her bedroll to eat and drink. \"Ahh... we are in your debt, Linda! It's so good not to be thirsty anymore!\" Mindful of the still-limited water supply, Lissa is careful to drink sparingly.\n\n\"Good idea, Lumpy! A sponge bath is better than no bath. Thanks for the offer, but I've got my own soap.\" Lissa pulls a bar of pink soap and a rag out of her bag, and heads into the fungi to find a somewhat private spot to strip and wash, using as much of the drip-water on the floor and as little of the water in her waterskin as possible. She manages to wash her body, but Lissa's long hair is beyond the help of a sponge bath.\n\nThe gnome emerges freshly scrubbed and smelling of roses, except for her still-oily hair. \"Much better! Now I won't stink up my bedroll. Sleep well, people. Wake me up for third watch.\" With that, Lissa settles into her bedroll once more... but she looks very interested in Achkby's question to the Elthans.\n\n\n(OOC: I'm assuming that the water creation took place shortly after Lissa went to bed, so she wouldn't have fallen completely asleep yet. She won't fall asleep this time until one of the Elthans answers Achkby.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" I'll take a bath after we get out of here. I prefer having drinking water to a clean smell. Besides, it gives me something else to look foreward to after we get out of this hellhole. \"\n\nAeroz passes the time by having casual conversations with the newcomers to the party, and by practicing his swordfighting technique. With all of the spare time, he has nothing better to do." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by HempRope \n After a while, the conversation wanders from the dragons to Arcana in general, and Achkby finally musters his courage to ask Elthan I the nature of the similarity between he and Elthan II.\n\n\" So, how are you and the other Elthan so similar? \" he inquires. \" Are you merely twins, or is there something more linking the two of you? \" \n \n\n\"I suppose that we are twins after a fashion. Actually, it might be more accurate to describe the other Elthan as my clone or my doppleganger. He was created by ancient magicks evoked by Linda's mentor, an old man named Oden Homm. I must say that no one, least of all myself, expected the magick to be so successful and durable!\n\n\"Sometimes, however, I must confess that I can not remember which of us was the original, so similar is the other Elthan to me in almost every way ...\"\n\n...\n\nOnce most of the party has had a chance to rest (and in some cases, bathe), it is time to take stock of the food and water situation.\n\nWhen everyone's resources have been pooled (though Thokk grumbles about having to share), there are 20 days worth of standard rations plus 6 days worth of \"little people\" rations. These must be shared among 11 \"large\" and 3 \"small\" members of the party. With some stretching, the rations should last 2 to 3 more days.\n\nAmongst the entire group, there are 10 full-sized waterskins, and 4 small waterskins. Thanks to Linda's magic and the various creative ways of collecting water proposed by the party members, all of the skins are full. With strict rationing, the water will likely last a maximum of two days.\n\nThe situation could be worse, however, and with the entire party well-rested, there is a general feeling of optimism that had been sorely missing for several days now.\n\n...\n\nThe party is gearing back up, preparing to continue its search for the Glimmersea, trying to decide which of the two small passages to take. Both lead downwards, hopefully toward the Sea, but both seem equally nondescript otherwise.\n\nSedryn mentions how odd it was not to have been disturbed for such a long period of time. One would think that a life-sustaining oasis such as this one would be occupied by someone or something ...\n\nNo sooner are the words out of his mouth than a faint chittering reaches your ears. The noises seem to be coming from back the way you came, and they seem to be getting louder ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz's sword and dagger flash out as he begins to look around the oaisis, trying to find anything that could be causing the noise. If he finds nothing immediatley, he will keep his eyes on entrance to the cavern." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy mutters a few choice curses in orcish, settling the last of his plate into place with a few metallic clicks. HIs unsavory utterings shift back to common after a bit, his voice no less harsh with rest, though he does seem to be in a much better mood, considering, \" Right then.. time ta get moving. \" He rummages through his purse for a gold coin, glancing between the two 'exits', \" Leave it ta Windrider. \"\n\nWith that, he flips the coin, catching it and squinting at the results. He then glances at one of the passages, indicating it with a wave of his arm, \" That one. \"\n\nHe pauses only a moment longer, growling softly, \" Thanks fer the Helping Hand.. \" before tossing the coin over his shoulder and heading in that direction.\n\n(OOC: DR, if you'd rather flip a coin yourself, go for it. I put heads to left and tails to right, and came up with left. It certainly doesn't have to represent any influence from Shaundakal, Lumpy just likes to choose things randomly.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nFortunately, Lissa donned her gray studded leather immediately upon waking up, and has already packed her gear in preparation for travel. She lets loose with several pungent curses in Gnome, shoving her everburning torch into her belt and swinging her light crossbow into firing position. The rogue turns to cover the entrance that the chittering is coming from, then begins slowly moving backward. \"I think that's our cue to get moving, folks.\"\n\n\n(OOC: Draw loaded crossbow and move toward center of cavern. Cover chittering tunnel, if that's allowed while moving. [No, I don't have my PH handy.])\n\n(OOC 2: Oops! Thanks, Erikkin. I fixed it.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Right, chance is good enough for me. This way everyone!\" Fizahn shouts. Fizahn then imitates Lissa by sticking his torch into his belt, and pulls out his crossbow. He slowly follows Lumpy into the cave, watching for whatever is making the chittering noise.\n\nOOC: Phasm, the chittering's coming from the big tunnel we came from, not either of the little tunnels, so there are two tunnels you could go through." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, lads, I dont think running be our best option right now! We are rested for the first time in a long while, and we can take out anything that comes our way. Lets take them all out!\" \n\nOOC: Defensive area guys, only one tunnel with baddies comming out of. Not that hard to have me and lumpy block off the entrance and everyone else sit in the back launching spells and arrows. As long as a healer is behind me and Lumpy healing often, we should be fine." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius walks to Thokk's side, slightly behind him.\n\n \"You're right. Whatever that is, it can probably outrun us. Besides, I've been eager to make something in the Underdark into a pincushion for quite some time now.\" he says, unslinging his bow from his back." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy, Lissa, and Fizahn make for the leftward exit to the cavern. Looking back, they see Thokk and Darius standing at the main entrance of the cavern (20 ft wide and high) preparing to make a stand.\n\nThokk stands behind his shield, with his bastard sword freshly polished and sharpened. Darius stands to Thokk's left and readies his bow; the tip of his arrow bursts into flame as he nocks it ...\n\nAeroz stands off to Thokk's right. His rapier and main-gauche are drawn and ready. Rest seems to have done the elf some good. He looks less peaked than he had previously.\n\nThe chittering noises continue to become louder and louder. By the sound of things, there might be a large number of creatures headed this way. Five? Fifteen? Five hundred? It's impossible to say ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"HAHAHA! Today laddies, will be a good day for slaughter. Destorying my foes of the underdark, THAT is a true warriors way to die!\" \n \"I prepare the alter for you!' " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Warrior \n\nThe squat orc turns, watching Thokk and the others set up to make a stand. He pauses, looking torn between making a clean break, and the prospect of fighting. Finally, he scowls, turning to rejoin the others. He offers Thokk a mild glare as he sidles up into position next to him, \" I swear, if whatever that is ends up eating us all.. Hope the rest'a yer body's as thick as yer head. \"\n\nThough he speaks harshly, his body language hardly mirrors his words, as he almost excitedly prepares for a fight. He unhooks his flail in a practiced, if graceless maneuver, raising it to ward his chest against whatever's coming.\n\n I bet they walk on the ceiling, or fly, or something. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nThe armored Achkby scampers across the cavern to seize his spear from beside his bedroll, and moves over to stand behing the warriors, staying a good twenty feet behind them.\n\" I would flee, but I am here with you, friends. We shall triumph no matter what we face! \" he cries.\n\nThen he mutters grimly to Elthan I, \" Well... if something too gruseome comes, I am gone, but I don't see that happening to day. \"\n\n We must fight like dragons, with both strength and cunning. \n\n\" Hlal, grant me your favor and protection. \"\n\nHe casts a spell, and conjures a field of force to protect him.\n\n\" Are you well guarded? \" he asks the Elthans, reflexively dropping back into Common as he levels his spear at the dark corridor.\n\n[OOC]\nCasting Mage Armor .\nAC 18\nHP 14\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra sighs at the thought of battle, but drops into a fighting stance anyway." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nSeeing her companions make a stand, Lissa scowls darkly and heads back in their direction... though not too far. Just enough to get a clear shot into the large tunnel opening. She mutters to herself in her native language. {I am surrounded by idiots with more muscle than sense. Baravar, Callarduran, please shield and guide us, for we sorely need Your help!}\n\nWith that, Lissa **** her crossbow and aims for the large corridor.\n\n\n(OOC: Move to get a clear shot into the tunnel opening and cover it.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Damned fighters, always thinking with their muscle! Just because there's someone to fight, doesn't mean you have to fight them! They don't even know what it is! It could just be a stupid beast!\" Fizahn mutters these things to Lissa, but angrily turns around to face the oncoming threat. Moving parallel to Lissa, he too arms his crossbow, and prepares to fire it.\n\nOOC: Moving up with Lissa, and trying to find a spot where he can get a clear shot. Also readying a shoot action." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, little ones! I have plenty of sense, lass, I just choose not to use it! Whatever we are fighting, its in my domain. Twill be a worthy death, and an enjoyable one too!\" \n \"LETS GET READY\" \n \"If ye be greenskins, I suggest ye stop now!\" \n \"If ye be anything that goes bump in the night, prepare to be destroyed!' \n\nOOC: HAHA, I know alot! Purple is now abyssal, because undercommon and terran are no more, at least not right now. Maybe next level..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih reaches back and strokes the hawk resting on his backpack. \"Tell me if you see anything\" he whispers to the avian predator as it takes flight. Hajih flashes a smile to his new companions before swinging a large crossbow from its hook on his backpack.\n\n I don't like where this is heading, not one bit \n\n(One of Hajih's hawk's two tricks, it will make a noise if it spots anything)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa double-takes as Thokk responds in her language. \"Great good gods! You speak Gnome? How come you didn't say anything before?\" She adds on to this in a low mutter. \"And as far as I'm concerned, the only good way to die is in my sleep, as a rich old lady with lots of adoring great-grandchildren catering to my whims.\" \n\n\n(OOC: OK, I'm succumbing to peer pressure ;)\n Purple = Common \n Orange = Gnome \n Red = Draconic \nI realized how much easier the color-coding makes following conversations between posts.)\n\n(OOC 2: Draconic color changed to red, since somebody in the OOC thread made a good point about that being the first color used.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "OOC: Just one thing...\nWe may want to decide universally on a color per language. It will make things much easier to see. One color per language, and then regular black for actions and OOC comments. Right now it seems like we are all using Orange for Gnomish, we just need to define the others. I think it will help play alot." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius begins whispering under his breath, his eyes slowly close.\n\n \"Tyr guide my arrows, let my enemies fall before me and let me strike true...\" he says.\n\n \"When one has nothing left to live for, any day is a good day to die.\" \n\nWhen he looks up, his eyes are shining with a strange look, the flames from his arrow flicker in them. His mouth twists into a grin. \"I am coming, my brother.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda looks at the tunnel the sounds are coming from and says to the party at large, wispering:\n The sound indicates many enemies and with the echoes in this place we cannot say how many. Perhaps we should flee to one of the exits? Evading a fight is a prudent thing to do in such a dangerous place. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa replies to the tall mage in a low voice, eyes still on her crossbow. \"Hey, I'm all for a strategic retreat. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like Darius or Thokk are thinking any too clearly right now.\" She nods toward the laughing dwarf and the strangely grinning archer. \"I may be a thief, but I don't leave my mates in the lurch. Even if they're showing a remarkable lack of common sense and self-preservation!\" Lissa raises her voice slightly on the last sentence, so she can be clearly heard by said mates." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lass, I live to fight, I no longer have any purpose. This is my duty, let me do it.\" \n\nOOC: King, you have no idea what I just said. I was replying in gnomish out of spite to our two gnomes :P" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Elthans nod to Achkby, they are ready. Like the others, they position themselves behind and to the sides of Thokk and Lumpy as the chittering noises grow louder.\n\nHajih's hawk slips into the tunnel in order to scout out the situation, but ONE second later, the bird tears back out of the tunnel with a surprised \"SQUAWK!?!\" The bird loops around the cavern, then settles back down on Hajih's perch, looking distressed.\n\nThere isn't any time to comment on the bird's discomfiture. Thokk and Lumpy cry out, \"Here they come!\" and a few moments later, everyone can see the source of the chittering for him or herself ...\n\nGiant ant-like creatures begin to pour out of the tunnel opening. Each one is roughly gnome-sized, with six limbs and shiny black chitinous bodies. They walk on their rear four legs, with an upright thorax and two free limbs - essentially they look like small insectoid centaurs. They appear to be carrying crude two-handed chopping instruments. There must be at least 20 of them, with more marching out of the tunnel every second ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nYelling Out in every language known\n \"Ach, what be ye? State yerselves, we mean no harm, but if you attack us be warned!\" \n\n\nDraws His bow, and readies an action to attack if needed. After shooting (if needed) Thokk will drop the bow and draw his Bastard Sword\n\nOOC: OK, looks like we are fighting Formains. Guessing they are workers right now, and perhaps some warriors and taskmasters mixed in. I am going to suggest we just form a wall, blockign off the enterance, so a limited number can get to us at once. If the melee people just stand their ground, and engange all who reach them while the artilary take out the larger foes, we should be fine.\n\nLooks like lots more trophies for Thokk!" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Ehh? Formain Workers? I suppose we might not be too far off from a hive of them then. Mybye we could get some aid from them, assuming they dont enslave us first. \n \"Thokk, I dont think talking to them will work too well, seeing as how they cant speak. Just, umm, try exuding a friendly atmosphere, or, something.\" \n\nElthan then prepares to cast a spell, if the workers assume to attack.\n\n(OOC: A diplomacy or handle animal check should work to display non-hostility through body language.\nAslo, preparing to cast Blindness.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy quirks his head slightly as the formians emerge, clearly unfamiliar with them from his time in the underdark. With a resigned look, he drops one foot back, bracing against the rush, \" And I said let's go, but no.. Everyone else wanted ta fight whatever random freak thing comes out of the tunnel. And now we're waist deep in giant ants. Just swell. \"\n\nWhatever else Lumpy may be doing, exuding a friendly atmosphere certainly isn't one of them." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\n\" Antssss... \" Achkby hisses in Common.\n\nHe is totally at a loss for a course of action, surrounded by a mob of peaceful but potentially deadly instectoids. He tenses up, obviously nervous, and tries to fend them away from himslef with the butt of his spear.\n\nAt Elthan's words, he tries to relax, but finds it hard, surrounded by a herd of entirely alien creatures." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz raises an eyebrow as the antlike beings enter the oaisis. Aeroz stands upright, not sheathing his weapons.\n\n Just when I thought things could absolutley NOT get any stranger, we end up facing giant insects. I gotta quit drinking, or drink more, or whatever.. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nLissa's eyes grow huge, and she lets out a strangled squeak before biting her fist. The gnome is visibly trembling. Bugs! I HATE bugs! Oh my gods, they're enormous! Slowly, she removes her abused fist from her mouth and puts the hand back on her crossbow. Lissa looks over at Elthan with a mixture of fear and incredulousness. \"Calm? You want me to be calm , in the face of an invasion of giant bugs?!\" Darius and Thokk both receive deadly glares. \"We could've been safely out of here and away from the massive horde of giant bugs if it weren't for you two and your death-wishes. If we live through this, I am so going to get both of you!\" She snorts at Lumpy's comment. \"Don't count me in with 'everyone else', Lumpy. I would've been perfectly happy to beat feet out of here.\"\n\nDespite her obvious fear, Lissa keeps her crossbow aimed at the nearest ant-thing, ready to fire if things turn ugly.\n\n\n(OOC: As you can see, Lissa has a bit of a problem with insects. ;) Ready action to fire if the formians or whatever attack.)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "(OOC: Oops, the whole language thing is confusing me)\n\n Darius \n \"They can't hear?\" Darius say, then pauses for a few seconds... \"Can they bleed?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " \n Originally Posted by King_of_Griffins \n Elthan II \n \"Thokk, I dont think talking to them will work too well, seeing as how they cant speak. Just, umm, try exuding a friendly atmosphere, or, something.\" \n \n\n\n Thokk \n \"ach, ill be friendly when they will be dead. Fair enough? Its a compromise.\" \n\nThokk will partially drop to a less threatening stance, but not a whole lot" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe rising din and the yells of his companions(packmates) jerk him out of his trance.\n\n \"Huuunnnhhhh\" he gasps as he draws in a deep breath as he rises to a standing position and pants.\n\n[color= Red]\"The key........ The pinkskin is the key\" [/color]\n\nAs his consciousness fully forms and he becomes aware of a disturbance in the cave and the yells of his packmates, he groans in weary.\n\n Semuanya!!.. if these few are typical of their kind , pinksksins should have got themselves annihilated long ago... I barely leave them for a period and they get themselves into trouble again \n\nStuffing what he could grab of his gatherings into his backpack, he slings it onto his back and starts running. All the while shaking his head and musing:\n Feh.. I should have brought a brood-mother along... Her skill in minding reckless hatchlings would be invaluable " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Lumpy try to prevent the formians from entering the cavern, but the opening is too wide and the number of creatures too great. The formians march around the fighters like water flowing around rocks in a stream. Soon, each of you is surrounded by a swirl of shiny black formians.\n\nThe insects lightly touch each of you with their antennae, jostling you lightly as they pass. There must be easily dozens if not a hunded formians. As they move, each one clicks softly as the articulated plates of their carapaces rub against each other. Individually, the clicking is quite soft but, multiplied 100 fold, the noises blend into the chittering that announced their approach.\n\nSoon it becomes clear that there is a pattern to their movements. The first set of formians marches toward the fungus forest and begins chopping the giant mushrooms with their cleavers. Their strokes are precise, and in short order they have divided the glowing mushrooms into perfect octahedrons, which are then carried back out of the cavern by other formians that are not carrying any tools. The \"choppers\" then move on to the next large mushroom ...\n\nFor the most part, the formians seem to ignore each of you, as if you were merely furniture. Soon there are two streams of formians - empty handed workers heading toward the forest and workers carrying the softly glowing octahedrons out of the cavern.\n\nAt one point, however, Thokk is overwhelmed by more than half a dozen formians that surround him and begin manipulating his armor. He feels a faint chirring vibration as they palpate his plate mail. He is about to start laying into them with his sword when they fall back and move back into line, heading for the mushrooms. Looking down, Thokk sees something amazing - his armor has been completely repaired!\n\nSome of you find yourselves gently nudged off to one side. Lumpy, Aeroz, Lissa and Fizahn find themselves back to back surrounded by a sea of formians. The formians make no threatening movements but simply form a circle around the group of four, as if waiting for something ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish rogue \n\nThe whites are now showing all around Lissa's eyes, and sweat is starting to bead on her forehead despite the chill of the cave. Her breathing starts to become fast and ragged as the formians press up against her. \"Oh, Baravar save me... giant bugs! Giant bugs! Eeeee...\" Lissa clutches at her crossbow and Aeroz's leg, clearly fighting to maintain some semblance of control. \"Okay, Lissa, breathe. Deep breaths. Close your eyes and ignore the giant bugs...\" She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to calm her breathing." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Well shave my beard and call me a Gnome! I wasnt expecting this. Maybe I shall be friendly afterall!\"\n\nYelling to the four\n\n\"Lads, it seems that they are actually not threatening. Ill stay ready, but for once I shall not start the fight\"\n\nPuts bow away, and simply readies sword, non-threateneing" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra, human monk \n\nSheyra relaxes and is clearly relieved. She smiles when she sees the formians fix Thokk's armor. \"Well,\" she says after he finishes speaking, \"That makes these things friendlier than almost everything else in the Underdark. It's too bad they can't talk, otherwise I'd ask them for help.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Oh yeah, real smart. Let's stay here to fight the giant ant things, but change our minds when they come! That's a great move! We just wasted time in our search for Sethra! Now that we know they're harmless, can we go?\" Having said that, Fizahn puts away his weapons, and starts heading toward the smaller passages.\n\nOOC: Just walking toward the passages. If they don't let him through, but don't seem like they want to kill him, he will tumble through them (+11 or 10). If they seem threatening as he approaches, he will step back and draw his \"short sword.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda smiles at the others and lowers her hands.\n Yes, they appear to be friendly-formians would be creatures of Law and most conflicts indicate Chaos-I guess that is why they fixed Thokk's armor-not to be friendly but to fix an imperfection. Hopefully we can remain here until they flee and then continue our search. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz cross sheaths his two blades and waits for the formians next move. \" Yeah, at least they're friendly. Lissa, put away your weapons, and the giant bugs'll go away. \"\n\nHearing Fizhan's remark, Aeroz inquires \" Who is this Sethra? And why are you looking for him? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nAchkby starts walking over towards wherever Aeroz's conversation is taking place, wading through the ants and pushing ahead of him with his spearbutt.\n\n Well, I gues those mushrooms are safe to eat... at least for these guys. Unless they're using them to make beds or something. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Sorry, I thought someone would have explained it to you. Well, Sethra is an evil wizard, who we accidentally released in our explorations. We're now tracking him down to right our wrong. Also to settle a few grudges. A portal in the area where we thought he was led us here.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " There's something else Fizahn failed to mention: Sethra is a very capable necromancer. Infact, he was capable enough to preserve his spirit intact for centuries and now he's but a spirit that posesses others. That would make him notoriously difficult to track down and slay. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, and he has a relitivly nasty habit of rising bodies to get in our way, a great sacrialige to Moradin. Probally worships Nerul or Afflux, dark gods of death and demons...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Well, this might be an incredibly odd coincidence, but we are looking for an artifact belonging to Sethra. When your lizardfolk friend mentioned the name, I thought it sounded familair. We are looking for a group of assasins carrying a weapon called the Kris. The man who employed us referred to it as 'The Kris of Sethra' \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nEyes still shut, Lissa puts her crossbow away and releases her death-grip on Aeroz's leg. Between her deep-breathing exercises and keeping her eyes closed, the rogue seems a bit calmer now. She also looks quite interested in the current conversation.\n\n \"Well, I wanted excitement. I must say, you folks haven't disappointed in that department!\" She manages a tight smile. \"So, what do these assassins and necromancer look like... well, for the moment, in Sethra's case? It's always nice to know your enemies' faces!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Lissa, remember those three women we were looking for back in the Golden Griffon? Those were probably the assasins. Nice ladies though. Its a shame that we might have to kill them. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc warily watches the fomians that have him and the others cordoned off, hand still tight about his weapon, though he seems to have the presence of mind not to attack.\n\nAt first, he seems not to be paying much attention to the conversation, but at the mention of the women, he speaks up, still showing a touch of tension amidst the ant-men \" Ya'll prolly have ta fight the drow fer the women, unless they knew some real neat tricks. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\n\" Wait. Are you saying that the drow have captured the assassins? You said that yu were with them, but I didn't know they were captured... \"\n\nHe looks around, confused.\n\" Or did I forget something again? \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan is smiling slightly, a rare occurance. He appears to be enjoying a chance to see an extra-planer species at work. He walks around and tries to find the best place to observe the formain work." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The chirrurrurr sounds continue, and when Linda looks down she realizes that her robe has been cleaned and mended. Likewise, Darius, Sheyra, and the Elthans all find that their clothes and boots have been repaired and made almost as good as new. The formians' light touch is almost feather soft, but they seem to be quite good at making general repairs. The harvesting of the luminescent mushrooms into perfect geometric shapes continues ...\n\nWhen Fizahn starts moving towards one of the exits, the formians around him gently nudge and bump him back into the center of the circle. He tries dodging between them and hopping over them, but each time, the formians gently nudge him back toward the others (or perhaps they are nudging the others towards him - same result).\n\nIn order to join the conversation, Achkby wades through the formians, who part to make way for him. Soon, Aeroz, Achkby, Fizahn, Lissa, and Lumpy all find themselves standing together in a perfect 20 ft diameter circle, otherwise unmolested in the sea of formian workers. The workers that form the border of the circle stare at them unblinkingly while their antennae wave gently ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Ooookaaaaaay. What now? We are surrounded by giant bugs. Any idea what they want? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\n\" Do they have superiors? Things that can actually speak? If they are waiting for anyhting besides more formians, I think we should try to leave. Do you think if we all move at once, maybe they'll let us go? They could just be trying to keep us together in a single place because we're a sort of... imperfection to them... \" he trails off with that, hoping that someone will have something insightful to say..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" I did say WERE. How the hell do ya think I ended up wandering around here alone? Liked the decor so much I decided ta stay? \"\n\nLumpy grits his fangs as he responds, his gaze starting to scan the encircling formians like a caged animal. Twisting his grip on the haft of his flail, he paws the stone floor with one foot, evoking both a metallic scrape, and an image reminiscent of a bull preparing to charge.\n\n\" Yeah, circle. That was cute fer about five seconds. Take yer stupid mushrooms and get out'a the way. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Calm down Lumpy. Its just like bees. If you dont bug them, they don't bug you. But the thing about repairing Dwarfy's armor or Linda's robes really confuse me. \" Aeroz jests as he awaits the ant's next move. \" Man I wish Miles was here. I'm fairly sure he could speak ant. Anyone here speak ant or have a clue about what is going on? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa seems to be coping okay by keeping her eyes closed, but her posture and voice still betray a great deal of nervousness. \"Huh, they were assassins? I bet they were pretty good, actually. The best folk in the Business always look harmless and act trustworthy.\" She flinches back as an antenna brushes her arm. \"Nnnnnh... um, so the giant bugs repaired armor and clothes? How strange! And does anyone have an idea as to why some of us are in this stupid circle and some aren't?\" \n\n\n(OOC: Remember, Lissa's had her eyes closed for a while to ward off giant-insect-phobia. She didn't see the mending going on.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nBursting out of the foliage, the lizardkin sees the source of the strange chittering and his packmates herded apart by them.\n\n ..Ants!?.. \nThe befuddlement clearly showing in his face.\n Giant ones.. ......I do not sense them disturbing the balance so they're not abominations \n\nSeeing droves of them hacking the growth towards him, He decides to move sideways in the cavern. Away from the formians and the area they're interested in and sneak up as close on his packmates as possible and study the situation further." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAfter hearing Lissa's remark, Aeroz comments \" Yeah, I know. I used to be one. A long, long time ago. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy snorts at Aeroz' comment, \" Wrong. they're bugging me already, and I ain't done nothing ta them yet... \"\n\nHe adjusts his stance again, impatiently, continuing \" but if the stupid things don't move, I swear I'm gonna. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Eventually, Hajih is also nudged and jostled by the workers over into the circle. \"Umm, hi everyone! It looks like these ant-people want me to join your little party here!\"\n\nAs the mushroom harvesting continues, a number of larger formians enter the cavern. Unlike the workers, these formians are almost human-sized and appear to have thicker carapaces. Instead of \"hands\", their first set of limbs end in large, serrated claws.\n\nThe eight larger formians move through the sea of workers, who make way for them. The larger formians ignore Thokk, Daruis and the others, instead heading directly toward the circle enclosing Achkby, Hajih, Aeroz, Lissa, Lumpy, and Fizahn.\n\nThe worker formians continue about their business ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nSpeaking All Known Languages\n\"Ach, whatever ye may be, can ye help us or tell us how to get out of yer way?\"\n\nThokk is being abnormally polite, possible because his armor was fixed, or he does not want to start trouble (unlikely) or perhaps even he admires the formains, with everyone in a strict ridged part of society..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan is happily observing the formain work. He looks behind him to see how the others are doing. He then see's the larger formain moving forward.\n\n Hmm, it would appear that the taskmasters have come to deal with us now... Mybye we could get some verbal help here. Wait a second... those claws.. Taskmasters dont have claws, only.... sht \n\nElthan shouts out urgently\n\"Everyone, move now. Move to the nearest exit as fast as possible. Don't wait, don't fight, just run .\"\n\n Damn it! We've steped into the anthill and now we're about to get bit! \n\nElthan procedes to move towards the left exit of the cavern, hoping that the rest of the group will choose the same direction.\n\n(OOC: You know how there are those ants that you can watch all day and they'll never bother you, and then there are those ants that if you get close enough to, they'll jump on your leg and bite? Well, we've encountered the former, now the later is here, and we didn't just casually walk by them, we've stomped right on top of thier mound.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nAt Elthan's shout, Lissa's eyes pop open. Upon seeing the tallfolk-sized, clawed formians, she can't hold it in any longer. She shrieks, the incredibly high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek that only a smallfolk's vocal cords can produce. Even as she screams, the gnome is whirling around, grabbing hold of Lumpy's armor, and literally climbing up the surprised half-orc. Once she reaches his shoulders, Lissa leaps for dear life, over the worker formians in Elthan II's direction.\n\n\n(OOC: I don't have Tumble, but I do have Climb and Jump! Sorry, bhdrake; Lumpy's the highest point she can reach. If he decides not to cooperate, I'm sure DR can modify the skill checks accordingly.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nPeering from his hidden position, the eyes of the lizardkin narrow as he spots the new ant-giants and the claws they sport.\n\n Those are not mere workers.. \nHe looks for Sheyra and his neck slows in its bulging up and down.\n Semuanya be praised.. the key.. the bait to our hunt is unharmed and.... safe.... for...now \nHe spots Fizahn among the group being cordoned off...\n The little pinkskin.. \nMemories of 2 other pinkskins rise unbidden, a warrior with the heart of a drgaon and a pinkskin who embraced the Eternal Balance...\n No.. he mentally announces. His face hardening as he rises and casts a spell that would delay the ant-giants.\n\nOOC: we'll make a honorary druid of you, KoG. I cast entangle centred around the soldiers. let's hope this works." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius runs to the Lizardkin and whips out his bow, he spins around to face the soldiers.\n\n \"If the ants attack, I'll launch an arrow into your spell.\" he says, going over a plan in his head. \"That'll give them a little trouble... especially if all the mushrooms catch on fire.\" \n\nDarius nocks a flaming arrow to his bow and pulls back the string, he readies an attack to fire but waits until the formians attack him or any of his companions." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nAchkby tenses up, ready to make a run for it, waiting to see what the ants do to those who do try and escape. His eyes narrow, and dart around nervously, as he tries to watch both the larger, advancing insects, his running companions, and the now-sorcerous Lizardkin.\n\n I wish so much that I could merely wing my way to safety... \n\nAfter an indecisive moment, he tries to attune himself to the magic of the half-orc, trying to anticipate his effect.\n\n[OOC]Spellcraft @ +8 to figure out Ss's spell...[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLooking extraordinarily dumbfounded by Lissa's manuever, Lumpy does little more than stand there for a moment. With all the running, shouting, and assorted other chaos going on, the orc quickly regains his bearings, glancing towards the ant-warriors. His expression immediately hardens, from his displeased scowl to a determined.. well, scowl. He's evidently had enough, and his husky voice mirrors that, \" I'd get ready ta run if I was ya. \"\n\nHis shoulder drops, a chuff more worthy of an animal than a man escaping his throat, as he charges in the general direction of the others, looking to bowl a path through the workers.\n\n(OOC: I don't really know the mechanics involved here, so do what you have to and we'll see how it goes. Those of you who aren't giant half-orcs might want to follow through the path he clears, or push on his back or something.)" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nTaking a hefty swig from his flask, Hajih draws his two weapons. His jacket tails fluttering behind him, he looks towards the warriors and promptly moves as fast as he can in the other direction. \"Well folks, I ain't staying here, them claws aren’t made for a banquet.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n Fizahn takes one look at the warrior's claws, and redoubles his efforts to get out. He draws his \"short sword\" and starts dodging among the ants again, trying to get to the left passage they originally decided on. \"This is just great! I knew we should have left when we had the chance!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman gestures, and tendrils rise up out of the stone, entangling the formian warriors, along with dozens of workers. Achkby nods appreciatively at the lizardman's magic.\n\nLissa leaps from Lumpy's shoulders into the sea of workers. Lumpy chooses to bulldoze his way through the workers instead, knocking them aside like bowling pins. The others (Aeroz, Fizahn, Hajih, and Achkby) follow in Lumpy's wake. The workers resist passively, slowing your progress, but they do not otherwise show aggression.\n\nTwo of the warriors wriggle out of the entangling tendrils and continue their singleminded pursuit of the chaotic members of the party.\n\nThe rest of the formians continue harvesting mushrooms as if nothing is happening. They continue to ignore Thokk, Darius, Sheyra, Linda, the Elthans, Sedryn, and the lizardman." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius rushes to the exit nearest to the fleeing party members. \"Come quickly! he yells.\n\n(OOC:Readying another action, this time to fire an arrow at either of the formian warriors if they attack a party member)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Haflling \n\nOnce Achkby brakes loose of the workers, he dashes towards the entrance at top speed, pumping his little legs quickly so as not to fall behind.\n\n\" Those claws don't look too friendly... \" he starts, but trails off, hoping he needn't dwell on them anymore.\n\n\" I suppose they might not be friendly, but I don't think I want to find out, actually! \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThe screaming continues as Lissa leaps into the sea of formians, though now she sounds as much angry as scared. She wriggles and squirms through the crowd of workers in Elthan and Darius' direction at top speed, shrieking truly vile curses in Gnomish." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Move! \"\n\nWith a frustratedly muffled roar, Lumpy continues driving through the crowd of workers, throwing the occasional glance back towards the status of the warriors still approaching." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz keeps moving away from the antlike things asking \" Why are they after us? \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"Their kind of order is completely without mercy,\" Sheyra says in response to Aeroz. She makes her way through the formians and towards the tunnerl." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Scrambling through the formians is like wading against a strong current, but the entangle effect manages to slow down the formian warriors enough to allow the chaotic characters to make it to the small exit toward the left of the chamber.\n\nThe other characters have less difficulty making it to the opening. Neither the workers nor the warriors interfere with their progress.\n\nAs you back into the tunnel, Darius keeps the opening covered with his bow. The two warriors who escaped total immobilization eventually make it to the opening, but they do not pursue.\n\nNone the worse for the encounter with the formians (and in some cases cleaner), you work your way down an irregular tunnel. This tunnel is narrower than others you've been in. On average the passage is 5 ft wide, but in many places it is even narrower. On occasion, some of you are forced to doff your backpacks in order to squeeze through.\n\nMaintaining a constant downhill grade, you follow the recommendations of Hajih and Lumpy at any decision point. When the two do not agree, a coin is flipped.\n\nThe darkness and tight quarters are oppressive. Perhaps more so in contrast to the openness and relative light of the fungus cavern. The air smells damp, and the ground is wet again. A hint of saltiness suggests that the Sea might not be far away.\n\nAfter another long mind-numbing period of marching (who knows how much time has passed?), the party agrees to break for a meal. There isn't any widening of the passageway, so everyone just sits down where they are in a single file line.\n\nThokk, scouts ahead but returns quickly with news. He has encountered some light up ahead and some voices that might have been speaking Undercommon. Everyone quickly douses their light sources and stays as quiet as possible. Once everyone's eyes become dark adapted, the party creeps forward until a faint glow is indeed visible up ahead ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan tries to stay as quiet as possible. He wispers in his mind, afraid his thoughts might even be too loud.\n\n If we stay quiet enough, mybye they'll just pass us by. I just hope that no-one stands up like an idiot and announced where we are. I wonder what could be down this far anyway? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\nThe halfling hunkers down against the cold rock, edging farther into the middle of the group. He sticks close to the ground so as not to be seen, and pulls his wand from its holster.\n\n What now? I don't know if we can take another fight... do they have waystations in the Underdark? \n\n\" Can you see anything? \" he hisses softly to the people at the front." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy spends a good deal of the inital parts of the trek growiling a tirade about picking fights in the Underdark (directed mostly at Thokk, Darius, and Aeroz), but eventually settles down into quiet brooding. He offers what he know in directing the party, but when the time comes to flip a coin, he does so fervently, and always with a muttered thanks to the 'Helping Hand', but makes a point of not explaining further.\n\n---\n\nWhen news comes of the lights and voices, he speaks up quickly, \" If we can get close enough, I can prolly tell ya if it's undercommon or not. \" He flexes an arm, though, the metallic raspings of his armor serving a reminder that getting close isn't as easy as it sounds, \" If. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nOnce the high-strung rogue has recovered from the shock of being surrounded by 'giant bugs', she apologizes to Lumpy for using him as a jumping-off point. \"I'm just so used to climbing when I'm being cha... er, in danger. I guess my instincts took over. Anyway, I'm really sorry about that.\" Lissa explains that she 'had an unfortunate experience' with giant insects in the past, and the formians resembled insects quite a bit.\n\nThe gnome almost fades into the darkness around the party, in her dark gray armor and cloak. Lissa doesn't seem bothered by the tight quarters- probably because five feet is a perfectly fine height for a ceiling when you're only a bit over three feet tall yourself. She holds her loaded crossbow in both hands, edging along the right-hand wall. Only the faintest whisper of leather and cloth on rock, the soft sound of breathing, tell where she is.\n\n(OOC: Lissa's being stealthy, so roll for Hide and Move Silently.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, whatever we shall find, Ill be sure to KILL\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa and Aeroz squeeze past the other members of the party and silently advance to the end of the tunnel, which opens onto a terrace overlooking a large multi-tiered chamber.\n\nThe chamber appears to be a shallow sinkhole perhaps 200 feet across, with concentric terraces ringing a central sunken area that is roughly 30 feet in diameter. About a dozen openings are scattered all around the walls at various levels. Each terrace is roughly 5 ft high and 20 ft wide. It would be easy to jump up or down from terrace to terrace. The vertical distance from the highest terrace to the lowest is only probably about 20 feet.\n\nCrawling out onto the ledge, Lissa and Aeroz peek over the edge, down onto a sinister scene. A flat stone in the middle of the central area serves as a crude altar of sorts. Everburning braziers at the four corners of the altar cast a gory reddish glow over the central area, leaving deep shadows over the periphery of the chamber.\n\nEight drow warriors, dressed in black leather, form a ring around the altar, facing outward, with crossbows aimed upward. They scan the periphery of the chamber with military precision while two other drow chain a half-naked humanoid to the stone by his ankles and wrists. Lissa and Aeroz keep their heads down and are not spotted by the drow.\n\nWhen the drow are finished, they leave the chamber silently, backing out cautiously with their crossbows covering the other entrances as they exit.\n\nOnce the drow have left, Lissa and Aeroz retrieve the others. Soon the entire party is lying face down on the ledge, peering down onto the humanoid chained to the slab of stone ...\n\nThere is an old folk belief that every person on the surface has a counterpart in the Underdark. Perhaps there is more to the old wives' tale than you thought because, even though the humanoid lying stretched out on the stone has the silver hair and ebony skin of a drow, he otherwise looks an awful lot like Miles (your guide from Ingdal's Arm to Velprintalar). Even from across the room, the resemblance is striking ...\n\nThe chained drow bleeds from a number of small cuts and burns. Apparently he has been tortured. His eyes are closed and his lips move as if praying ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nPulling out longbow, noching an arrow, and letting it fly aimed at the Drows Forehead, Coup de Grace if possible\n\n \"Death to all Drow\" \n\nTurning to the others\n\n\"He was drow, enough of a reason for me to kill him, lads. By the looks of it, he is better off me killing him then whatever they are going to do to him\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa whirls around and glares at Thokk as the arrow goes whizzing by. \"You stone-headed fool!\" , she hisses in an irate whisper. \"Think! If we rescued him, he just might be grateful enough to guide us! Baravar knows we could use a native guide! Sure, he's a member of an evil race, but that's what we've got Sedryn for.\" The gnome points a gray-gloved finger at the cleric. \"For all we know, the fellow down there is getting tortured for not being evil. At the very least, we should have our resident cleric make sure... if the drow lives.\" Lissa shakes her head and turns away. \"Dwarves. Gods, give me strength.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Have some foresight will you Lissa? All drow are treacherous feinds. He's better off if we kill him. Besides, we need to get to those assasins, get the Kris back, give it to Baran and be on our happy way. I dont like having a wanted sign with my face on it. Wottworte's dead, and I'm not going to risk anyone else. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Thokk nocks his arrow, Sedryn slams a gauntleted hand into Thokk's arm, spoiling his aim. The arrow soars off toward the far side of the cavern, clattering away into the darkness.\n\n\"What in the Hells (Lathander forgive my language!) do you think you're doing, dwarf?\" he hisses angrily.\n\n\"You would murder a helpless, unarmed man in distress simply based on the color of his skin and hair and call yourself a 'hero'?\n\n\"I have known dwarves in my day and generally found them to be as stout of heart as they were brave in combat. You on the other hand are nothing but a bloodthirsty coward. You are a disgrace to your clan and I am ashamed to walk with you!\"\n\nSedryn spits on the ground." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"It doesn't matter if he's a drow! A guide's a guide and we could use one to speed up your recovery of the kris you talk about and our confrontation with Sethra! Even if he is evil, we saved his life, and with enough of a guard on him and an advance scout we could avoid any traps he tried to lead us into! Lissa has a point with Sedryn being able to tell if he's evil! And thank you Sedryn for spoiling Thokk's already lousy aim! But now that we're known, we have to act quickly!\" \n Fizahn jumps down from his vantage point, and starts scrambling to where the drow captive is." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Sedryn. They chose to worship a demon because they wanted power. They built portals to the abyss to go to their goddess. They are evil Sedryn, and they are deceitful. You cant trust them \" Seeing Fizhan's determination, Aeroz sighs, draws his rapier and follows the gnome." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc snorts derisively at Aeroz, \" Foresight? Yer slowly starving ta death in inhospitable ground NOW, and all ya can think about is MAYBE not dying on some executioner's block down the road? And SHE ain't showing foresight? Compared ta who? You? That's moronic. \"\n\nLumpy begins working his way down the terraces, towards the drow, though his heavy armor and flat-footedness keep him behind the others" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Show some appreciation buddy. We coild have left you with those grimlocks. Now, if you are gonna be part of this little troupe, I suggest you keep your attitude in check. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan shrugs his shoulders and heads down with the other two to help the captive." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizadrkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin walked unhurriedly from the ant-giants as he realised they were not pursuing. Deciding he'd never see ants in the same way again. He watched them for a while more before following the fast-moving party, wondering if he'd encounter them again.\n\nOn the long trek that followed, he followed at the end serving as rearguard, his darkvision allowing him to not be dependant on the corrupt enchantments that lit the way for the pinkskins. He continuously watched out for any foes and signs of pursuit from behind. On occasion the pinkskin magic-user who offered to aid him in pinkspeech dropped back to talk to him. He learned that he was an incredible distance away from the hunting grounds and only the knowledge that Sethra was close kept him focussed and willing to remain in this deep subterranean realm.\n\nWhen the other spotted a light ahead and went off to scout ahead. He squatted and re-arranged his backpack. Wrapping and storing the strange plant-bits in bits of cloth, examining them. (OOC: DR, lemme know if i should just toss it or if i can figure out what their uses are. thanks)\n\nHe was interrupted by the return of the scouts and the party crept to a ledge and peered over at a figure tied to a rock below.\n\nHe hisses softly in disgust as they began to argue in typical pinkskin custom. Peering over to study the creature further..\n So that is the creture they call 'dr-ow'.. \n In shape and size it looks just like a pinkskin but it's hide and hair are different in color.. \n A black variety of pinkskin.. a blackskin.. \n\nAs the others discuss to kill it or save it, the growling of his stomach serves to remind him of his hunger.\n ...mmm... How does blackskin taste like? \nTurning back to look at the others, he shakes his head deciding that the other pinkskins simply would be frightened.\nAs the others trudge off to the blackskin, he shakes his head and rises from his squat.\n\n One more pinkskin to mind... \n This promises to be a long..long hunt \n It falls to me then to discover what the pinkskin was tied up and left for \nHe remains at the terrace and begins to study the cavern carefully, drawing a barbed dart and holding it ready." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa smiles up at Sedryn. \"Thank you, Sedryn.\" Aeroz receives an exasperated look as the party starts climbing down. \"Oh yeah, all drow are evil, just like all elves are paragons of virtue and all half-orcs are unthinking brutes?\" Lissa snorts expressively. \"Really, Aeroz. Take a look at your current company. I traveled with a half-orc for a long time, and I learned a lot about generalizations from her. She was a bloody good warrior, and more honest than a lot of 'civilized' folk I've met. Bit rough around the edges, sure, but a good person to have on your side all the same.\" She pauses, gauging a tricky jump, then continues once she's on the next ledge. \"The detect evil spell is a useful thing. If the drow comes up evil, I'll happily shoot him. But until we know for sure, it's just plain foolish to throw away a potential ally.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\n\" Be careful! \" Achkby shouts in a hoarse whisper. \" Even though the other drow have retreated, it could still be a trap! \"\n\nHe shakes his head, and starts awkwardly clambering down the terraces. \" This is insane. Bloody dwarves and their racism, \" he mutters under his breath.\n\nHe stops half of the way down, with his sling drawn, and looks around for anything unfriendly." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius keeps quiet, after his strange fury he seems tired and worn out. Damn it all to hell... I acted like an idiot, as usual... I could've gotten even more people killed... and for what? Glory, honor, something like that? Doesn't even exist if you ask me... I'm staying out of this arguement. \n\nDarius holds his bow loosely in his left hand, grinding his teeth as he follows the party slowly." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy rolls his eyes, though he seems otherwise more than content to ignore Aeroz. He does spare Lissa a glance, \" I'd be real careful letting past experience color yer view'a half-orcs. \" He leaves it at that, focusing on clearing the ledges, a fairly difficult task for a flat-footed orc in full-plate." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThe rogue replies in a cheerful voice, her eyes on the stone before her as she examines it for traps. \"Oh, I'm always careful. I don't really trust anyone, you know. Well, possibly my dog, but he's not here right now.\" Lissa winks at Lumpy and skips across the checked ground, humming a bawdy drinking song. Either she's incredibly confident or insane... possibly both. It's hard to tell with the mercurial gnome." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc murmers softly in response, reflexively, \" Good eating, dog. \"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda follows the group, quite relieved at having escaped the Formians. She probably is more relieved at having escaped a confrontation than having escape a gruesome fate.\nNot being the swift and silent type, she tries to stay at the back of the group so as not to alert anyone to their presence but when the discussion about wether to kill the drow begins, she steps forth:\n\n Wanton killing is only murder Thokk. Even if you do kill an evil being, it is always an evil act. Try to kill only when other methods of resolving the problem would be impossible. I for one would welcome a guide out of this place-and I'd would like to heal this man just to hear his story. If his words do not suffice after we've done so you can do whatever you want with him but I will not have a part in killing a helpless man nor will I allow one to be slain without a fair chance of explaining himself.\nNow, I posess some healing magic. I can go heal him if you sneaky types search out for traps around him. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, I will forgive ye once for hitting me, but that is the last time, next time you do that I will split you in two. Drow are evil, in my life I have slain more drow intent on destorying my clan and sacrifing them to dark gods then years you have lived! If anything, they are going to kill this dark one and sacrifce him. If we could take him with us with the garuntee we would get caught, I MIGHT follow that, lad, just because it would quash their plans and I would be able to 'interrogate' this one here. Being that that is NOT the case, he is better off dead. Belive me, that is as much compassion I can offer for his kind. Now, if you cannot offer me a plan, I will cleanly and painlessly end his life. What do you have, lad?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"My plan is to defend those incapable of defending themselves and to help those in need,\" Sedryn replies. \"If this offends you, dwarf, it is no concern of mine.\"\n\nLissa and Fizahn scramble down to the stone altar with quick, surefooted leaps. Aeroz follows with his rapier drawn.\n\nThe lizardman stays where he is, overlooking the entire cavern from his vantage point. Achkby stands on one of the middle platforms, scanning the area defensively as well. Seeing this, Elthan I readies his crossbow and also takes up a tactical position on one of the high terraces.\n\nThe others slowly make their way down the ledges toward the central area. Lumpy, in particular, finds the footing treacherous.\n\nThe drow continues to lie still, eyes closed as if he is unaware of his surroundings. His lips move silently. On visual inspection, the manacles and chains binding him to the rock appear to be conventional. Black stains on the rock testify to the fact that the altar has been used previously and often.\n\nThe three rogues stand back from the altar as Sedryn casts detect evil . Sedryn closes his eyes, murmuring a prayer to Lathander, then opens his eyes ...\n\n \"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!\" \n\nSedryn clutches his temples and collapses to the ground, writhing in agony. \"So ... much ... evil ... So ... close ...\" he gasps." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, and that evil is the DROW. And you have now wasted my time.\" \n\ntakes defense stance, Draws bow and readies to attack if something should appear" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan walks over to the drow.\n I doubt that a single dorw could eminate an evil arua powerfull enough to blind a priest. Most likely its this area. I can imagine the arua a temple of evil would give off.\nIf this one is evil, lets see what evil has to say. \n\n\"Excuse me, Sir. Drow, but are you awake? I would like to inquer as to how you arrived in such a position.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Well of course a drow altar is going to be evil, we should have thought of that! We should move him first before trying again.! Let's get to it Lissa.\" Fizahn produces some lock picks from a package in his backpack and starts examining the manacles. After justifying that it would be harmless to unlock them, he sticks the lock pick in and begins fiddling with them. \"Someone might want to check his wounds and make sure it's safe to move him.\" Fizahn continues working at the lock, by his hurried motions, you can tell he's eager to be out of here.\n\nOOC: Search and pick lock. Not taking 20." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin druid \nHearing a cry, the druid looks down to see a pinkskin, one of the strangers collapsing just after casting a spell..\n\n Semuanya.. Now.I'm needed to revive him with my herbs \n\nHe furrows his brow in thought..\n But first.. \n\nHe recites the words of a simple prayer to the balance to see the auras of magic around him.\n\nOOC: Cast detect magic in a cone and concentrate. Scan the cavern and altar. Move if not in range of opposite walls altar. Can i examine the ceiling as well?" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n \"Sedryn!\" , Lissa exclaims. \"Oh no! Are you all right? Stupid question, Lissa, he just screamed in pain, of course he's not all right. Um, just hang in there and we'll get out of here as soon as we can, okay?\" With a concerned look and a pat on the cleric's armored shoulder (now that he's on the ground, she can actually reach his shoulder for once), Lissa gets out her own set of lockpicks and goes to help Fizahn with the manacles. \"Yeah, you're right, Fizahn. This accursed altar is probably soaked in evil.\" She wrinkles her nose at the bloodstains, nimble fingers still working at a lock. \"Not to mention other things. Yecch. This place reeks.\" \n\n\n(OOC: Assist Fizahn with the search and open lock checks.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\nAchkby remains above the rest of the party, surveying as much of the room as he can. Occasionally, he glances uneasily over his shoulder to see if anyone is sneaking up beind him, but tries to keep watching outwards.\nHe watches uneasily as Sedryn casts the spell, and shivers as he watches the man crumple. He nervously puts his sling back on his belt, and once again pulls his wand out.\n\n\" Keep me covered, Elthan, \" he calls quietly to the first of the twins.\n\nAs he watches the other smallfolk work at the altar, a thought drifts across his mind, At the very least, we probably shouldn't kill the Drow in this place. It would be best to get him away from a place so close to the evil Gods of the Underdark... " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra rolls her eyes at Thokk's overt racism. \"The Mulhorandi murdered my family,\" she tells him, \"But that doesn't give me the right to kill them on sight, nor does it make them all evil. Stay there and pout if you want, but I'm going to go help.\"\n\nShe hops down from the ledge and walks over towards Sedryn and tries to help him stay standing." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Ya may want to take into consideration that maybe it is the drow thats evil? Or maybe its one of those freaky rituals I was warned about. \" Aeroz remarks as Sedryn grasps his temples. The elf keeps his rapier close to the drow's throat, bracing for the worst. \" If you guys wanna free him, go ahead but make it quick. I obviously cant stop you. But I'm just saying it's a bad idea \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Not all Drow are executed for being good, some are sacrificed for personal gain, or simply because they're weak\" He takes a quick sip from his flask before turning to Aeroz. \"'Course, I’m not opposed to making a healthy dent in that Drow's skull if he shows any sign of betraying us.\" To emphasise his point he brandishes his hammer in the drows direction." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lass, It is called a book of grudges. Honor demands of you that you revenge your clan. You refusing to do so markes you a yellow coward and a disgrace to yer ancestors! My ENTIRE CLAN was destroyed in a single night of bloodshed, probally brought on by HIS kind. I have avanged my ancestors tenfold, yet I demand more. He is evil, and he is better off dead no matter what YOU would like to do with him. I see ONE other possible supporter of you, lass. Ye have to the count of zero before I make him shorter by a head\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\n\" Thokk! calls down Achkby.\n\n\" Restrain yourself a little while more, please. I am afraid that we may merely assist the evil here if we were to kill the Drow on this altar. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, good point lad! We will gag him, take him off the alter, and then kill him! I knew ye had in in yerself! \n\ntakes out a lenght of rope, foldes it over, and gets ready to gag the drow with it" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc snorts at all the assorted arguing, finally clearing the last ledge and moving up after the gnomes. he glances back up at Thokk on the higher ledges, \" Evil or not, I don't really care, but if ya get a chance ta scrounge up some information, ya don't skip it. \"\n\nHe shifts, watching the two gnomes work, before clearing his throat to address the drow in rumbling undercommon, \" Hey, I've got questions for you, and since your time on the mortal coil looks to be coming to an end either way, it'd be nice for some answers.. His hand drifts down, settling on his flail, a fangy smirk tracing across his lips briefly, as if he draws confidence from the weapon." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n Well, at least I've slowe dhim down... \n\n\" Oi! I didn't say I wanted to kill him, too, \" calls down Achkby, \" all I meant is that if we do end up sending him shuffling off, then we shouldn't do it here! \"\n\n\" Idiodic murderer, \" he mutters to himself, hopefuly too quite fro even Elthan I to hear it.\n\nThen he checks over his shoulder,a gain, and goes back to watching for something unfortunate to come their way.\nThough still keeping an eye on the proceedings by the dias." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, you wanna kill him, and you legitly gave me a good idea, lad. First move him, and THEN kill him. Brilliant!\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nStill working at the manacles, Lissa sighs expressively and rolls her eyes at Thokk's blustering.\n\n I do hope somebody can calm that dwarf down until we can find out for sure whether or not this drow is evil. Well, if worst comes to worst, I can sneak up on him with some blue whinnis on a dagger. With his vitality, it won't do Thokk any permanent harm. And if Baravar is with me, it'll knock him out for a restful few hours! \n \"Are we surrounded by homicidal idiots, Fizahn, or is it just me?\", Lissa murmurs softly." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " \"O, its jist yerself, lass, the rest of us are fine. Also, wanting to KILL AN EVIL CREATURE isnt homicidal, its rigeous. Moradin says so himself, so HA\" \n Soulfather, give them the clarity of sight you give me to CRUSH THE DROW " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "From his vantage point, the lizardman scans the area for magical auras. At first, a strong aura emanates from the altar, then the aura fades. The aura returns, then fades again. It takes a moment for the lizardman to process what he is seeing. The altar is pulsating! \n\nAchkby and Elthan continue to scan the cavern for any \"visitors\", unaware of the magic emanations radiating from the altar.\n\nSedryn picks himself up off the ground with Sheyra's assistance. He groans as he shakes his head.\n\nMeanwhile, Lissa and Fizahn have unlocked two of the manacles without too much difficulty. It would appear that the restraints were meant simply to hold the \"victim\" still for a relatively short period of time. Together they go to work on the remaining two locks.\n\nThe drow remains delirious. He mumbles softly in a language unfamiliar to the rogues." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan pulls out his waterskin and pours some water out onto the drows head, believing it may revive him faster. They could not afford to carry someone around the tunnels if they find they must run." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Drider \n\nIntent eyes watched the lesser creatures as they began to fiddle with its meal, eyes narrowed with an inborn hatred as long spindly spider legs twittered and shuffled noiselessly. This was completely unacceptable to the vile creature and began to act on its baser instincts of hunger rather than its reasoning mind. Focusing inwards on itself, as if on some sort of inner power the drider brought four bright lights into being in the tunnel that the drow had just let down, a smile coming to its ebon features from up on the ceiling in a particulary thick patch of rock spears." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Meal \n\nAchkby nervously holds his ground..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan looks around at the lights and continues to tip more and more of the water onto the drows head until none is left. He drops the skin on the drows face and draws his staff.\n\n(OOC: Hello new PC. On behalf of the group welcome and uhhh DONT EAT US! PLEASE PLEASSE PLEASE DONT EAT US! :o)" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Second Drider \n\nYou just manage to place where the second scuttling sound is coming, when a dark shadow launches from one of the lower tunnels, skitters over the rock and cavefloor, and lands directly on the alter, crouching low over the captive drow.\n\nThe spider-monstrosity is decorated on the upper torso with what appear to be torn-off formian warrior claws hung around it's neck.\nIt leans forward into Lissa's face, slams one of the humanoid forearms down onto the drow, and hisses. Loudly. All the while moving closer to her and Fizahn, one menacingly slow leg movement at a time." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling \n\n\" Yeeeaagh! \" yells Achkby. \" A spidery thing! \"\n\nThen seeing it's agression, he continues shouting, \" Lissa! No! \"\nHe trains his wand on the thing, waiting for it to make another move..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnomish spiderbait \n \"EEEEEEEE!!!\" Lissa jumps about a foot (no mean feat when you're only three feet tall to begin with), drops her lockpicks, and backpedals wildly. Screaming the entire time, incoherent shrieks mixed with curses in three languages. Clearly, the giant-insect-phobic gnome wants to get as far away from the drider as she can, but just as clearly she's unwilling to turn her back on it.\n\nOnce Lissa is several feet away from her unexpected adversary, she swings her loaded crossbow off her back and points it at the drider. Despite her fear, the rogue's aim is steady. \"Go away! Scram! Shoo! Or by all the Lords of the Golden Hills, I'll fill you full of steel!\" \n\n\n(OOC: Move back and draw crossbow. Hi, new people, please don't eat us!)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe Druid had been focussed on the altar when an abomination appeared.\n\nHis eyes widen, then narrow into slits and the arm poised with a barbed dart shoots out, the dart streaking to the collarbone of the creature below.\n\nThere was only one thought on his mind as he charged down, spittle flying from his bared teeth.\n\n Spidercreatures...SETHRA.... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Drider \n\nA hearty laugh erupted from the second drider as it saw its companions antics. Malicousness clear on its face it took a moment or two to scuttle around the stalaticties in the way then dropped from the cieling of the cave with a resounding thud. The same in almost all ways to the other drider expect in place of a formian warrior claw there was a skull around its neck. The lizard suddenly found himself nearly face to face with this second monstroisty." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When the giant half-drow, half-spider beast leaps onto the altar, Lissa, Elthan II (who had been trying to revive the drow) and Fizahn fall back terrified. From above, the lizardman reacts, hurling a barbed dart down into the drider's back. The aberration doesn't even flinch as the dart bites into his back. \"Drider!\" Hajih screams.\n\nBefore anyone else can move, a second drider drops from its hiding place in the crevassed ceiling above. It lands heavily on a terrace between the lizardman and the lower central area. It ** its head and smiles menacingly ...\n\nElthan I, Darius, Achkby, and Thokk are tactically positioned on elevated terraces along with the lizardman, but everyone else is crowded down below. Lissa, Fizahn, and Elthan II are positioned toward the \"head\" of the altar. Sedryn, Sheyra, Lumpy, and Aeroz are positioned toward the \"foot\" of the altar. Hajih and Linda stand together 20 ft away from the altar.\n\nThe drow on the altar stirs slightly, face contorted as if in some tortured dream. When his head twiches to the side, he reveals a vicious scar running from this hairline to his jawbone. One ankle remains bound to the stone, not yet unlocked.\n\nHis face wet, the drow opens his eyes, seeing the massive drider poised above him. He cries out, \" Run! Must flee this place ... much danger ... must get away! Not the shadows again ... \" Only Lumpy can understand his words, but his meaning is clear, \"Run away!\"\n\nIn the chaos, no one notices the glow of light that appears in the tunnel through which the drow party had exited. There appear to be several lights, and they are moving closer ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Surprise round. Driders move. Lizardman hits with barbed dart, for 5 pts of damage. Lissa falls back and readies her crossbow. Ready for round one actions ... " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Drider \n\nThe claw-bedecked Drider *** it's head, glancing back and forth between the party, the drow beneath it, and back towards the tunnels, then fluidly steps over the captive and off the altar to the surrounding floor, body tensed and ready for action. You don't see any apparent weapons aside from a rusty pair of jagged clawed bracers still locked to the forearms, meaning the formian warriors were torn apart mostly by hand.\n\nTo the other drider, in Undercommon:\n Thooo.. what might thith lizzzardthing tathte like? I'm getting thick of pit-elffff. \n\nTwisting it's head and shoulders around as if it can't see something bothering him, it scoops up a small rock from the cavern floor, tosses it from hand to hand to arachnid-leg joint to hand, and grates out a few arcane words on the subject of shadows. An aura of magical darkness envelops his entire area.\n\nYou're not sure yet whether it's pursuing Lissa and Fizahn or intercepting the druid, but until it vanished into shadow, it didn't look terribly happy about having dinner interrupted. Then again.. there are a lot of them, and he feels the lingering death-smell taint of a Bebilith. Whoever did that might be worth avoiding.\n\n OOC: What gate? " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nJust as Sheyra is considering hitting Thokk for insulting her and her family, the driders drop down and serve as a welcome distraction.\n\nSheyra does a forward roll towards the nearest drider, gets up, and jump kicks it, trying to hit the drow part of its body.\n\nTumble: 18+9=27\nAttack: 20+4=24\nConfirm: 4+4=8\nDamage: 5" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Drider \n\n\"I'm not quiute sssure about lizzard. He lookssss awfully ssssstringy to me!\"\n\nThe look of vile delight in this only brightened as the drider saw the little gnome's reaction to them. Letting out a slow hissing laugh, it sped down the terraces towards the gnome, completely ready to wrap its strong arms around the smaller creature and squeeze it to death. \"But this little creature looks absolutely divine!\"\n\nOOC: The spoken part is in Undercommon, don't know how to use the colored tags." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan begins to back away from the altar. He reachs into his pocket and takes out a coin. He flips it. As it leaves his hand he begins to make motions and gestures similar to a summoning spell.\n I hope they fall for it. \n\n(OOC: I'm fliping on of the coins we got earlier. If at all possible, Elthan is trying to get it to land near the smaller party members across the altar. Also, bluff check to make it seem as though I am casting a spell. Mybye confuse them at the least.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThoroughly tired of having his vision confounded by magical darkness, Lumpy growls a challenge, drawing his flail as he sets into motion, trying to zero in on one of the voices speaking in undercommon and get a swing in.\n\n[ooc: Drawing flail as part of his move action. Lumpy really can't distinguish who's who, so whether he goes for one of the driders or the drow (or anyone else that happens to blurt something in undercommon) is equally likely. If he can make it all the way without tripping, he'll just swing blindly.}" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n I wonder if I should've- \n \"Damn!\" Darius' trains of thought derails instantly. He mutters a quick prayer to Tyr as he fires two arrows in rapid succession at the nearest drider. ((If he can see it))\n\n \"Hahahaha! I wonder what your insides look like, spider!\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n You hear assorted curses as Fizahn is enveloped in darkness. You here an irregular movement pattern and can only assume that he is trying to get out, with various flips and other acrobatic moves most likely.\n\nOOC: Fizahn will head away from the spot he last saw the drider tumbling in case the drider came after him. +10" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nSeeing the darkness envelop him, Aeroz ducks into a roll and tries to excape from the darkness, while keeping silent.\n\n[OOC: Move silently +11, Tumble +11]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa glowers as the drider in front of her casts a spell of darkness. The clicking sound of spider legs, and a hissing laugh coming from the terraces, alert the gnome to another problem. She turns to face the skull-decked drider, the fear on her face turning to anger when it becomes clear that the creature is laughing at her. \"Think I'm funny, do you?\", she snarls, hand darting into her haversack. \"Laugh at THIS, bugface!\" With that, Lissa hurls a fat oilcloth bag at the attacking drider. She backs up several feet, away from both the visible drider and the area of darkness.\n\n(OOC: Retrieve tanglefoot bag from handy haversack (free action), throw bag at attacking drider, and move away. She's too preoccupied with Giant Bugs to have noticed the sounds of people approaching.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"TO THE FORGE WITH YOU!!!!\" \n\nThokk rushes into combat, charging and if possible, performing a diving charge off the terrace. Hoo-Rah, projectile Dwarf" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Damn that darkness! \" cries Achkby, enraged as the first Drider vanishes in shadows.\n\nSeeing Lissa thrwo a Tanglefoot Bag, he yells down to her, \" You can't web spiders, Lissa! It just won't work! \"\n\nThen, he begins a long, involved chanting of draconic phrases, that ends with a few harsh, crackling words. He flings his arm down, aimed at the visible Drider, and a bolt of electricity shoots down at it.\n\n[OOC]Casting Melf's Acid Arrow , modified by Energy Substitution: Electricity. Ranged Touch attack @ +5[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A shadowy mist appears, obscuring the \"claw\" drider and snuffing out the four braziers arranged around the altar, plunging the entire cavern into darkness. Only some indirect light from one of the tunnels provides a modicum of shadowy illumination.\n\nIn the chaos, Aeroz and Fizahn slip out from within the cloud of darkness . Both find themselves crouched under a small ledge about 30 ft from the altar.\n\nWithin the sphere of darkness , Sheyra tumbles toward the claw drider and (using instinct more than her eyes) delivers a rising kick into its midsection. Just in the nick of time, she rolls away, avoiding Lumpy, who swings wildly but manages to smash the drider with his flail. Sedryn's voice is audible as he chants a prayer to Lathander, calling on the Morning Lord to bless his allies.\n\nStanding outside of the radius of the darkness effect, Elthan II casts a summoning spell, and in the twinkling of an eye, a mighty 3 ft tall orange-skinned goblin appears. The goblin waves its javelin menacingly.\n\n...\n\nUp on the higher terraces, the \"skull\" drider spots Lissa down below. Licking its lips, the drider scrambles toward the small gnome, only to be deflected by the lizardman who hisses as his claws scrape against the drider's tough carapace.\n\nThokk throws aside his bow and draws his sword as he charges the skull drider. With a flying leap, he chops at the drider who manages to take the blow on one of its spider-like legs.\n\nWith practiced grace, Darius nocks and fires a burning arrow at the skull drider. The arrow misses, but briefly illuminates the drider as it streaks past. Darius corrects his aim and sends his second arrow straight into the drider's back. The beast screams in rage and spins around, its legs scrabbling for purchase.\n\nAchkby sends his own projectile at the drider, but the darkness spoils his aim and the electric bolt sizzles harmlessly off into the blackness.\n\nDown below, Lissa winds up then hurls a tanglefoot bag at the skull drider and watches with satisfaction as the drider becomes covered in thick gooey strands that begin to harden almost immediately.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nClaw drider creates darkness . There is shadowy illumination within the 20 ft radius of the spell-like effect, but those within the darkness can not be seen by those outside the effect. Due to the suppression of the braziers, there is only shadowy illumination in the rest of the cavern as well. Due to concealment, there is a 20% miss chance for all attacks.\n\nSheyra tumbles with a 29 (20+9) and hits with a 19 (15+4) for 9 (8+1) damage.\n\nLumpy hits with an 18 (8+10) for 13 (7+6) damage.\n\nAeroz and Fizahn successfully tumble out of the darkness .\n\nSedryn casts bless . Elthan II \"summons\" a goblin.\n\n...\n\nSkull drider moves 30 ft towards Lissa.\n\nLizardman misses with a 14 (11+3).\n\nDarius misses with a 10 (2+8) but hits with a 23 (15+8) for 14 (8+4+2) damage.\n\nAchkby's \"electric\" arrow would have hit with a 16 (11+5), but misses due to concealment.\n\nThokk charges and hits with a 28 (16+10+2) for 7 (1+6) damage.\n\nLissa hits the skull drider with the tanglefoot bag with a 13 (17 - 4 range penalty). The skull drider is entangled, but it makes its reflex save with a 20 (18+4 - 2 DEX penalty) and is not completely immobilized.\n\n...\n\n Current HP \n\nClaw drider: 18 (40 - 9 - 13)\nSkull drider: 24 (45 - 14 - 7), entangled \n\n...\n\n Awaiting actions for skull drider, Linda, and Hajih ... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Human Fighter \n\nDarius cackles, notching another two flaming arrows and firing them at the same drider.\n\n((Hehehe, round two!))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Drider \n \"Nasssty little creatures! Jussssst lay down and diesss! Right here and nowss!) This wasn't going well, it was hurt, couldn't move all that well now and worse yet, almost none of them were close enough to kill. Hateful eyes narrow more as it attempted to drop darkness down on itself, even still feeling the gooey mess of the tanglefoot bag glueing it to the floor." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Seeing the spider things approach, Linda is a bit slow to react. When she does though, she sidesteps to avoid the darkness and casts one of her newest spells-one she has never tried before. A burst of snow-something never seen in the Underdark except through the use of magic-strikes at the two driders. Her voice takes a harsh, menacing tone and appears to be more of a demon's roar than the language of a human.\n Go back to the nothingness that awaits you and your mistress! \n\nOOC: Sinillock's Snowball Swarm, taking in both driders if possible but no party members. The red color is for Abyssal-I always wanted to quote Olorin ;D" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz sheathes both his weapons and draws his crossbow. He begins to look for any sign of trouble, drow or drider. If he sees one, he will fire.\n\n[OOC: Listen +2, Spot +2, Search +7; One thing does bug me though (No pun intended), why do driders talk like Gollum?" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE\" \n\nThokk hefts his sword again and swings away\n\nOOC: Wow, minimum damage. Thats pretty bad" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa laughs triumphantly as her tanglefoot bag hits home. \"Hahaha! Who's laughing now, freakshow?\" Reaching into her handy haversack again, she comes up with an everburning torch this time and drops it on the ground next to her. The magical purple flame clearly illuminates the enraged, entangled drider. Lissa carefully aims her crossbow, grinning. \"Try some of this on for size, spiderbreath!\" TWANG!\n\n(OOC: Retrieve everburning torch, drop it, and fire crossbow at the tangled drider.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Hajih stands frozen with fear, \"Dr-dr-dr-iders!\" he stutters over and over again ...\n\nAs Linda casts her spell, the air around the skull drider chills noticably as chunks of snow and ice swarm around the monster. Thokk and the lizardman are caught in the icy cold blast as well as the drider.\n\nThe drider crouches down and creates a field of darkness of its own. Simultaneously, the dancing lights in the tunnel go out leaving much of the cavern in total darkness.\n\nWhen Lissa brings out her everburning torch, only shadowy forms can be seen within the two different areas of magical darkness .\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda fails to overcome the drider's spell resistance with a 15 (10+5). Thokk takes 8 damage and the lizardman takes 11 damage from Linda's snowball swarm. The drider creates darkness, thus ending round 1. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nEltahn stands behind his goblin in the darkness and begins to cast a spell. He tries to find the largest figure in the in the room, reasoning that those should be the driders.\n\n(OOC: Ready to Cast Blindness at the largest creature he can see. If anything visibly has more than two legs, he's going for that.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I wish I had realised that I couldn't see, and had made that a Seeking Spell rather than an Electric one. :-/ That'll teach me to post before my foes.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Dammit! I can't see any of them now! Infernal magics! \n\nThen, he begins conjuring up more magic, but simpler this time, and merely hold it at the ready rather than shooting it down at his concealed foes. He grits his teeth, and mutters, \" May Brandobaris lend me the fortune to strike... \"\n\n[OOC]Ready action to shoot a Lesser Sonic Orb , modified by 'Seeking Spell' at the first Drider that appears from the Darkness .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n\n Fizahn springs up from his crouch. He immediately grabs his dagger and torch. Seeing that the driders aren't near him, he drops back into his crouch, scanning the darkness restlessly.\n\nOOC: Draw weapon and get torch. Fight defensively too." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra rolls out of the ball of darkness and waits for one of the driders to show itself.\n\nReady an action to attack." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe orc growls triumphantly as his blow connects, and he prepares for a second. Vaguely, aware that someone else is fighting the drider, though it's difficult for him to tell who, he aims high, a warning gritted between his fangs, \" If ya got less than eight legs, I'd duck. \"\n\n[OOC: If the drider goes before him and moves, he'll try to pursue it as best he can instead, double-moving if he has to, or attacking if he doesn't.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThe gnome swears as another darkness spell dims the effect of her torch considerably. Well, I'd best take my chances and shoot anyway. Tanglefoot goo doesn't last all that long. Lissa squints into the darkness, sighting along her crossbow at the tangled drider, whispering a brief prayer to the gnomish gods of thievery and the Underdark. \"Baravar, Callarduran, please guide my aim!\" With that, she shoots." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is a clatter within the darkness around the altar as the braziers are knocked over. With alarming speed, the cloud of darkness makes a beeline toward Achkby, Elthan II, and Lissa, swallowing up Lissa's everburning torch. The cavern is plunged into total darkness.\n\nDarius' and Lissa's missiles are already on their way toward the skull drider. They are unable to see whether they hit or not, but a satisfying hiss of pain suggests that at least one of them managed to wound the beast.\n\n\"Ach, it's trying to get away!\" Thokk cries out as he and the lizardman slash blindly at the drider. Both manage to land blows (hopefully not on each other) but then their target seems to vanish as if the drider dissolved into thin air ...\n\n...\n\nFizahn whips out his everburning torch, re-illuminating the central area. The claw drider is revealed as it crouches behind the altar. Lumpy leaps over the drow chained to the stone and smashes the drider with his flail.\n\nAs soon as Aeroz realizes that the claw drider is not in the darkness , he fires his crossbow at it but is disappointed when the bolt glances off of the altar instead. Elthan II also recognizes the drider's ruse and, turning his attention away from the darkness , casts a spell on the monster, blinding it.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Round 2 begins ... \n\nClaw drider knocks over the braziers and throws the stone imbued with darkness toward Lissa, Elthan II, and Achkby, creating total darkness.\n\nDarius misses twice. Lissa hits for 4 damage.\n\nSkull drider levitates to the ceiling 20 ft away, triggering AOO from Thokk and the lizardman. Thokk hits for 9 damage. The lizardman hits for 4 damage.\n\nFizahn recovers his everburning torch. Aeroz misses with a 14. Lumpy hits with a 23 for 10 points of damage.\n\nElthan II blinds the claw drider, defeating its spell resistance with a 23.\n\n\n\n Current HP \n\nclaw drider: 8 (18 - 10)\nskull drider: 7 (24 - 17)\nThokk: 43 (51 - 8)\nlizardman: 16 (27 - 11)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa bends down within the cloud of darkness, feeling around for her torch. Everburning torch in hand (although nonfunctional at the moment), she races in the opposite direction from the darkness cloud's origin, hoping she's near an edge. Ooh, I hope that drider hasn't broken free of the tanglefoot yet! I'm a sitting duck in this magical darkness! \n\n\n(OOC: Recover torch and beat feet! 5-foot step, if nothing else.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe numbing chill was dissipating finally.\n Warmblooded fools..Semuanya..don't they know how badly cold affects us \n\nThe blind slash connected with something as the hairy pinkskin yelled that the prey was escaping.\n\nSnarling in frustration and clenching his teeth to overcome the chill, Ssathiyaa draws his other barbed dart and flings it with all his strength\n\n Blessed Balance take you! \n\nOOC: Move action to draw dart and attack action to throw.Subsequently will climb up the terraces and leap for the drider. .. He's not letting it escape!My shield is slung across my back so My AC is lower by 2." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Random dwarfen curses, relating to telling the drider his mother was an orc and his father was a duguer\" \n\nWhat else would Thokk do? He charges the Claw and intends to kill it" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWith all of that confounding darkness cleared up, Lumpy presses on against the claw drider, seeming to take some degree of enjoyment in getting the chance to finish it before the dwarf closes in.\n\n(OOC: Just keep hitting the thing until it stops moving. hopefully even it it tries to run, I can finish it with an AoO)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "[OOC]Two questions:\n1. Is Achkby in the new darkness (he's still up on the platforms on the walls)?\n2. Did Achkby launch his spell at the revelaed Drider?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius will fire another two flaming arrows at the revealed drider." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nIn the darkness, Elthan moves his staff to parry any blow thrown at him.\n\n(OOC: Full defensive.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The claw drider shakes its head and blinks its eyes in a futile attempt to clear its vision as it scrambles backward until it collides with the ledge behind it.\n\nIt leans forward and flattens its arachnid body, squeezing backward into a crevice. As suddenly as it appeared, it is gone.\n\nLumpy chases after the drider, but opts against following the drider into the crevice.\n\nLissa retrieves her everburning torch, and in short order the cavern is secure. The two driders have been driven off with no significant injury to the party members (except for a minor \"friendly fire\" incident).\n\nElthan I checks on Hajih to make sure that he pulls himself together. Darius keeps an arrow nocked and scans the ceiling to be sure that no other surprises drop from above.\n\nEveryone else stands down, but remains on guard for any additional \"interruptions\" while Fizahn and Lumpy return their attention to the captive drow who remains only semi-conscious." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nDropping off the wall, the lizardkin snarls loudly. His ire clearly shown that the two aberrations had escaped.\n\nSeeing the others about to free the fallen dr-ow, he shakes his battle-lust off and exclaims:\n\n \"Wait. The altar is tainted with magic. It must be cleansed!\" \nHe pushes past others to stand before the altar and study it\n\nOOC: My druid's interested in finding out how to disable the pulsing altar. Not sure if my Det Magic is still active, Should last 10 rounds since casted. Maybe Elthan or Linda can study and disable it. Roll Knowledge: Nature if i need to" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I don't like it, \" Achkby says loudly. He seems louder than he thought in the quiet that remains after the Driders' departure.\n\" They could come back at any time... \"\nHe hunkers down on the platform he's been standing on, and looks all around the room, half hoping to find his foes, half hoping that they've gone." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Achby, Linda, Elthan, Elthan? Could you scorch that crevace? It wont necessarily kill that thing, but it could severely injure him. \"\n\nAeroz keps his crossbow at ready. Hhe loads another bolt and aims at the crevace.\n\n[OOC: Readying to fire at the drider if it rears it's head.]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"NOW do you understand why I said to kill the drow when we had a chance? By Moradins beard, ye are daft, lass\"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"You know, you don't HAVE to insult people with every sentence,\" Sheyra says in response, \"And as far as I could tell, we were doing alright against those things.\" She walks towards the drow. \"Besides, I don't think killing him would have stopped the driders from coming.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Scorch the crevice? Do you think I'm just some fire-spouting maniac? It is already severly injured and is not likly to come back for a while. If we can collapse the way it went, we would must assuredly delay it if it where to follow us.\"\n\nElthan walks over to the altar.\n\n\"Lets get the man off of it and destroy it. I wouldn't like to think of anyone else being sacraficed here.\"\n\n(OOC: I have a plan to collapse the crevice. If we put a crack above it, pour some water and use Chill Touch , we can erode it by ice-wedgeing causing it to collapse. Thokk can make a cut above it and then I can cast the spell. Can this be done DR?)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nNow that the battle-rush has worn off, Lissa starts shaking and sits down abruptly. \"Aaaagh! Giant ants weren't enough, oh no no no. We had to get cursed giant spider-things right after! Ohhh, gods... what I wouldn't give for a drink right now!\" She buries her face in her hands, and one can see her taking deep breaths. After a bit, the diminutive rogue gets up. Lissa still isn't looking very happy, but at least now she looks functional. She heads over to the altar. \"Well, back to work.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lass, I had a tankard of ale back on me warhorse, and if I had it I would offer ye a mug. Alas, I do not know where 'Hammer went. I hope my horse is doing good.\" \n\nSniff" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius whistles a little tune, scanning the area with his bow.\n\n\n((OOC Ready action to attack anything that moves is a threatening way (the drow, returning driders, other stuff)))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn, gnome: \n \"Well Lissa, you know that spiders are arachnids, while ants are insects, so I'd say that you've got two different phobias instead of one.\" Fizahn shuts up as he sees Lissa glaring at him. Looking back down at the manacle, he searches for his dropped lock pick. Unable to find it, he withdraws another one from his kit and gets back to business." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nIndeed, Lissa is glaring daggers at the other gnome. \"They're creepy, they're crawly, they have far too many legs, and they're too big to be properly squished under a boot. Giant ants or giant spiders, they're all giant bugs to me!\" She eventually finds her lockpick and turns to Thokk. \"Thanks for the thought, Thokk. I worry about my riding dog, Patch, too... I wish he could've come.\" Sighing momentarily, she continues. \"But he probably wouldn't like it here. I hope he's doing well back in Velprintalar.\" Lissa holds her torch high, scanning the cavern for any more signs of trouble." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Linda frowns again as she nears Thokk:\n Look, our worldviews are different but this does not mean we have to insult eachother. If most people here want to free the drow, we will do so. If most people here want to kill him, so be it-I will pose no further objections. But until we decide, stop whining and stand still so I can heal you. Whining never helped anyone and sure won't help in our situation. \n\nOOC: Cure light wounds on Thokk and the Lizardman for 1d8+5 points of healing.\n[Edited out upon seeing DR's last post.]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Thank ye lassie, I dont have anything against ye, ye are at least making some sense. They are just saying free the evil bugger without any reason.\"[/color]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n \n Originally Posted by King_of_Griffins \n Elthan II \n\"Scorch the crevice? Do you think I'm just some fire-spouting maniac? It is already severly injured and is not likly to come back for a while. If we can collapse the way it went, we would must assuredly delay it if it where to follow us.\" \n \n\n\" Tell me, how do you know it wont come back? If we aren't gonna kill it, if you insist on taking the drow, take him, and lets get out of here. I really don't like this place at all, and I would like to be getting to Teflamm as soon as possible \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan turns to Aeroz.\n\n\"Aeroz, it is not that I am suggesting that they will not come back, but that I that the best course of action is not to set the cavern alight. A fire spell with radius would torch us all, sucking up the air in the process leaving a vacumm of space without air chocking those not burned to death. If I may suggest, that if the crevice is not too high, Thokk may be able to simply cut the rock above it and cause it to cave-in on itself.\"\n\nHe turns back to the prisoner and waits." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn unshackles the drow, who continues to mumble deliriously. Sliding him off the altar, Sedryn begins to pray over his body, asking Lathander to begin to heal his wounds.\n\nElthan joins Elthan and the lizardman in examining the altar itself. The altar is a simple slab of stone, but as they stare at the altar, they begin to feel slightly dizzy. The stone seems to almost drink in the torchlight, leaving the flat slab as black as the Abyss.\n\nElthan argues against Elthan's idea of destroying the altar. \"It would take too long and who knows what evil magic we might unleash if we tamper with it?\"\n\nInstead, the Elthans sacrifice a skin's worth of precious water, alternately pouring the water into a crack above the drider's crevice, then freezing it until the rock shatters with a thunderous crack, sealing that particular passage, at least for now.\n\nThat leaves at least 10 other passages to consider exiting from. The passage that the party entered through and the one the drow party exited from are ruled out. Hajih (who apologizes for freezing up in the battle) begins checking them out, looking for a promising exit.\n\nThe drow begins to come around ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan see's the drow come around.\nIn Elvin\n \"Drow, do you know for what reason you where straped to that alter.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Tichkeck, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy rattles his flail, clearly irritated about having lost 'his' drider as well, but he eventually returns to the altar, scraping the spiked heads of the weapon clean. He watches the rogues work at setting the drow free, though despite Thokk's assertions otherwise, he looks fully ready to brain the drow with his weapon should it try anything rash. If no one has any luck commicating with the drow, he tries to do so in undercommon." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Drow Prisoner \n\nThe Drow lies on the floor of the cavern, still occasionally twitching. As Sedryn continues to pray over him, he begins to calm somewhat.\n\nWith his eyes still closed, he continues to murmur in Undercommon, \"The path, follow the path...find the way out...always moving...\" \n\nHe pulls his arms tight in to his chest, and begins to shiver. The fever that formerly possessed him seems to fade.\n\n[OOC: I'm baaa-aaack! ;)]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Sweet. Mad props to DR. (bonus XP, bonus XP, bonus XP...) \n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby slowly descends the platforms onto the floor of the cavern. He is so preoccupied with jumping down and intermittently scanning the walls, that he doesn't notice the waking Drow at all. He joins the Elthans and the lizardfolk around the altar, and says in Draconic, \" So... do we think that it's magical? It certainly looks to have some power, though it might just be a trick of the light... \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nHaving come over to see the awakened drow (or at least, somewhat awakened drow), Lissa looks down at him with an expression of concern. He doesn't look too good, and this is after Sedryn's healing! Those kobold-spawn must have really worked him over. Aloud, she asks, \"Do any of you tall-folk have a spare cloak? It's cold down here, and this guy still doesn't look all that healthy. And I don't know about you, but I want to get going. No telling when those spider-things will be back with all their friends.\" She shivers momentarily at the thought, then turns to the anti-drow contingent- Thokk, Lumpy and Aeroz, at the moment. \"If you people really think this drow is a threat in his current condition, we can always tie his hands. But somebody who knows the local language had best explain what we're doing to him.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin is disappointed when the twin magic-users decide that it would take too long to do some thing about the stone.\n\nSeeing them use up a waterskin prompts him to refill it it wordlessly with a simple spell that creates water to refill the skin and any others who may need it.\n\nWhen the smallest pinkskin with a spear xomes beside him and asks if the altar is magical he replies,noticing his aversion to arcane magic was greater than his neutral feelings to pinkskins,\n \"YESs! sSemuanya forgive me for not being more attuned to the balance. I cannot purify or destroy thiss rock. A sshaman could eassily bless ssome water and weaken it.\" \nHe looks frustrated. He tries digging below the bottom of the stone testing the hardness of the ground.\nHe looks at Achkby, \"sSpear-wielder, is there ssome way we could collapse thiss cave ass we leave?\"\n\n\"Ssethra did not ssend those unnatural things?\" \nHis shoulders seem to sag with a returned weight." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy scowls half-heartedly at Lissa, \" It's called being cautious. I thought ya knew all about it. \"\n\nHe shrugs afterr a moment, responding to the drow in kind. His undercommon seems more precise than his common, though he still lends a noticible slow drawl to his speech, \" Yeah, yeah, a path. Great, swell. If I could offer you some advice, though? Drow who habitually ignore people aren't going to live a great deal longer, so get with it. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn holds up a hand. \"Patience, my friend. I have stabilized his vital signs, but he is still delirious. Give me a little bit more time.\" Sedryn continues to lay hands on the drow's chest. The scourge marks and bruises begin to noticably fade. The drow's gaze becomes more focused as his head clears ...\n\nMeanwhile, Elthan notices something on the ground, near where the claw drider escaped. \"Sir Lumpy, I believe that you may have hurt that drider more than you know!\" He points out a small uncut gem lying on the ground. \"I believe that you might have knocked one of the monster's eyes (well, a false eye at least) right out of its head!\"\n\nElthan studies it with interest as it lies on the floor. \"Hmm. It is definitely magical, but I can't seem to get a fix on the aura. It seems to be ever-changing. I sense abjuration, evocation, and enchantment all at once!\"\n\nElthan picks up the gem to toss it at Lumpy, but as he does so, it appears to burn him on contact. Elthan gasps as he throws the gem, grabbing his arm immediately afterward and falling to one knee. The uncut black gem sails through the air. Lumpy catches it reflexively in one hand, looking at Elthan with curiosity. The gem causes Lumpy no harm.\n\n\n\nOOC: bhdrake was right. Lumpy was denied an AOO that would have killed the drider. In the place of a dead drider, I offer this magic gem. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nSeeing the passageway sealed, and the drow coming too, Aeroz shifts his attention over to the dark elf. He puts away his crossbow and switches to two of his daggers.\n\n\" So, are we gonna take him out of here before his sisters get back? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is a bt taken aback by the vehemence of the lizardfolk's response, and shies away from him a bit at first.\n But that's no way to behave. You have to assert yourself... \nBut then he straightens up and moves closer to the druid.\n Semuyana must be his diety. I'd love to learn about him, but this is not the time. \nThen, trying to emulate the dialect of the first natural speaker of the tongue of the dragons that he as ever met, he slowly muses to the lizardfolk, \" So you say that the altar is cursed? Hmmm... that's worth looking at.\nGive me a moment before I think about collapsing the cave... but I don't know if we want to... it might send the rest of this underground hell crashing down on our heads, too.\nBut about this-- \" he finishes, gesturing to the altar.\n\"Hmmm.\"\n\nThen he casts a quick spell, uning himself to the other magics in the cavern.\n\n[OOC] Detect Magic , if you please. :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Good morning... er... whatever the hell it is.\" Darius says to the drow in Common.\n\n Why does everybody have to speak in all this damn gibberish, Speak Common or die! Darius jokes around in his head.\n\nDarius turns to Sedryn. \"I'll carry 'im if he won't get up. I suggest we leave this place as soon as possible. The altar is none of our concern.\" \n\n(OOC: DR, how many cool twists are you gonna hurl into this game? It's so cool. By the way, is anyone a SOAD fan? If not, you probably won't get Darius' thoughts)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nSpotting Elthan's adventure with the magic gem- and the fact that Lumpy is unhurt by it- Lissa immediately trots over, an expression of great interest on her face. \"Ooh, a magic gem! Wow, Lumpy, congratulations!\" Interest quickly turns to wariness, though, as she notes the gem's black color... and remembers it's origin. \"Um, if I were you, though, I'd have somebody check it for curses. It did come out of that dirty big spider-thing...\" Her nose wrinkles at the memory, and she turns to watch the drow. \"Let me know when you've got the message across to this guy that we're tying his hands. I've got a coil of rope in my pack that should do the job.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": "Drow Prisoner\n\nUpon receiving more healing, the Drow opens his eyes and sits up. Seeing a Half-Orc towering over him, he brings his hands up defensively.\n\n \"Hold! Hold!\" , he rasps in Undercommon. Noticing (Lumpy) brandishing a flail, he speaks quickly. \"If you will stay your weapon, and give me some water I will answer your questions.\" \n\nHe quickly looks around him, noticing the rest of the group for the first time. Lolths own luck! From one captor to another... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc squints at the gem for a while, then shrugs, something to be sorted out later. He growls a low response to Lissa, \"I ain't no spider, but I wouldn't stick a cursed rock inta my eye if I were.\"\n\nStuffing the stone into his belt pouch, he glances back at the Drow, switching easily to undercommon, \" Fair warning, they're tying you up. I'd keep the sudden moves to a minimum, or I might have to disassociate your head with the rest of your body. We'll work out the questioning bit later. \" Despite the obvious threat, he does lower his weapon slightly.\n\nHe waves his hand towards Lissa, \" There, he's warned. All yers. He says he'll answer questions fer water, but we can walk and work that out all at once. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSquatting just before the rock and digging around it, the druid feels a pang at the loss of what could have been a trail to his prey.\n\n Once more this Sethra eludes me.. \n\nHe pauses to look at Sheyra.\n\n He will come..for this one.. \n\nHis mind shifts to the lives at stake.\n\n Semuanya.. hear my call.. let the people know the pinkskin are not their enemy... let them know their enemy is hunted..that their watcher has not deserted them \nHe blinks as he realises he had stopped examining the rock and the flloor for physical weaknesses and continues to dig around, ignoring the others clustering around the blackskin. the drow.\n Run Sethra..run into the deepest caves..Death stalks you through me. \nThe expression on his face is grim but a worry seems to be lifted." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby and the lizardman continue to examine the altar closely. Both are able to perceive the invisible magical pulsations, but once the drow has been removed from the slab of darkstone, the pulsations gradually fade. They conclude that the radiation was some kind of automatic beacon to call the driders when a sacrifice was left on the altar.\n\nLissa cuts off a length of hemp rope and uses it to tie the drow's wrists together. Sedryn gently wraps a rough woolen blanket around the drow's shivering shoulders.\n\nSedryn looks tired, but he promises to evaluate the drow for the taint of evil after he has a chance to pray for more spells. \"Come to think of it, there might be other evil souls in the party that ought to be unmasked,\" he says aloud with a significant look toward Thokk.\n\nThe party gears back up and moves out down one of the larger passages chosen by Hajih. After a forced march of several hours, the party decides to make camp for the \"night\".\n\nLumpy and Thokk have discovered a small network of interconnected caves that seem to be accessible only through a narrow crevice. They judge the complex to be easily defensible and relatively comfortable. The central cave is dry and about 40 ft in diameter. Small growths of luminescent fungi (much smaller than the \"trees\" in the formian fungus farm) provide gentle illumination.\n\nAbout a half dozen other caves connect to the central cave and to each other. These \"bedrooms\" give your party a long awaited chance for some privacy during the rest period, along with meditation spaces for the spellcasters.\n\nWater seems to be less of an issue now, with both Linda and the lizardman generously creating fresh water as needed. Rations are running a bit low, however. The party might have to turn to \"hunting\" in the Underdark as an alternative to starvation in another \"day\" or so ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Heck, I could stay here a day or two.\" Darius says, throwing his pack to the floor of his \"bedroom\" and leaning back against the wall.\n\n \"Guys, anybody hungry? We might want to go for a hunt after we've rested, unless you got a way to make a magical steak... \n Magical steak? The possibilites... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz finds himself a nice corner and begins to meditate. He still keeps his armor on and a dagger at hand, just in case something unwelcome tries to visit, or the drow decides to \"smite Faerie\".\n\n[OOC: Poor HempRope, having a peice of him cut off by a gnome. ;)]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " \"Sure, I'll come hunting,\" Lissa replies, rolling out her bedroll. \"After I've slept for several hours! Gods, fighting really takes it out of a gnome.\" She flops down on the bedroll, alternately taking swigs of water from a waterskin and gnawing on a journey-biscuit. Rolling over to look at the lizardkin, she addresses him in his own language. \"Thank you for using your powers to give us water, druid. It's much appreciated.\" Turning to face Linda, she smiles at the mage. \"And thank you for keeping the waterskins filled, too. I don't think I'll ever take clean water for granted again!\" \n\nThe rogue finishes her meal, then searches out an oblong, somewhat flat-topped stone. Hauling it back to the 'bedroom' she shares with one of the other women, Lissa proceeds to ink a pair of symbols onto the side and pray quietly in Gnome. One symbol looks like a dagger over a black cloak, the other is a ring with a star on it. During the prayer, she puts a pair of gold coins and two crossbow bolts on top of the stone." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Yes, Fro, but my sacrifice has enabled us to carry on with another party member!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby stalks into the chamber with the rest of the weary party, but doesn't rest until the space has been declared safe.\n It can hurt to be too vigilant, but I'm not to that point yet. A little longer down here, though, and I might go insane. There's no sky. No weather. \n\n\" Well, I guess we're here for a few hours. Shall we set watches? \" he asks in a tired voice." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Drow Prisoner \n\nUpon having his hands bound, the Drow potests quietly but resigns himself to his new \"captors\". When the group finds this new resting place, he once again asks (in Undercommon) to be released. When he isn't released, he once again, asks for some water explaining he hasn't had anything to drink in over two \"days\". In an effort to persuade, he offers to help the group avoid the dangers of the Underdark.\n\n[OOC: I am going to assume you haven't given me anything unless your post explicitly says so.]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yeah, that'd be a good idea. I'll take first with someone else.\" Darius says. He will head to his room and wait for the others to go to bed. He will kneel on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. If only I could see the sky... Clasping his hands together, he will pray to Tyr. Then he will head out into the hallway (central cave) and watch the entrance." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ill take whatever watch lads, the Darkness doesnt bother me at all, I can see just fine!\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nHaving finished her prayer, Lissa picks up her crossbow and exits the alcove for the central cavern. \"I guess I'll take first watch with you, Darius. That way I can sleep the rest of the 'night' without being interrupted.\" She glances curiously over at the drow. \"Oh, it looks like our guest is awake. Anyone understand what he's saying?\" Cleaning her nails with a dagger, the gnome considers the bound drow. The spark of curiosity animates her face. \"You know, I bet they have reptilians down here. Wonder if our drow can speak Draconic?\" \n \"Drow, do you understand this language?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\n\" Someone else can sleep first. I ain't putting down fer a bit. \" Lumpy drops his pack, as before seeming unwilling to bed for the night until he's had a good run of the place. After a last short tour of the cave system, he settles near the drow, leaning against the wall.\n\n\" None of them understand a word you're saying, you know. \" His expression seems vaguely amused for a change, perhaps that he knows something no one else does. He stands in place for a while, scanning the dark intently, but finally growls a soft sigh of exasperation. Bending over his pack, he detaches a waterskin. Perhaps he recalls his own thirst, from only a day or two earlier, or perhaps he's simply tired of listening to the drow ask for it. The tone of his undercommon changes, from a slow drawl, to something clipped and brusque, as if he's trying to play off the gesture as something besides altruism, \" Alright, tip you damned head back and quit yapping. \"\n\nWhen (or if) the drow complies, Lumpy pours him some water, drinks some himself, then tosses the skin back towards his things. He settles back against the wall, perhaps trying to look more brooding than usual. Eventually, he plls out his recently aquired gem, playing with it a little, as if hoping it's function will someow discern itself, waiting for the others to wake so he can sleep." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Drow Prisoner \n\nWhen he hears Draconic from the small one, he briefly turns away from the Half-Orc. Responding in Draconic, \"Yes, Miss, I do.\" \n\nThe Drow eagerly tips his head back and gulps down the water. To (Lumpy), \"My thanks for the water, I won't forget it.\" \n\nVery awkwardly, the Drow do his best to pull Sedryn's blanket around his shoulders...or at least cover part of himself. When the activity dies down, he murmurs to (Lumpy), \"Your group is quite a sight. I am ready to answer your questions, if it will get me closer to freedom.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe stout orc shrugs, his armor raspinig against the rock behind him, \" It might, but I'm not making any promises. I don't control this rabble any more than you. \" Letting that settle in, Lumpy continues, asking a few questions, and giving him time to offer a response to each, \" What in Faerun did you do to end up as spider bait? Any idea where in the Hell we are? Or where the Glimmersea is? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Well, everyone seems rather eager to take first watch, but we need some people to take other watches. I suggest this: Lissa and Darius take first watch, Lumpy and Aeroz take second watch, Sedryn and Elthan the first take third, Thokk and Elthan the second take fourth, Linda and Fizahn take fifth, and... and, well, I guess Ssah... er, the lizardfolk and I take the last watch. \"\nHe looks a bit uneasy for a moment as he finishes up, but then nods curtly.\n That'll be an interesting night. \n\n\" I gues each watch would be a little less than two 'hours' long... \"\nHe looks around for any objections.\n\n((Simu post...))\nHearing Lumpy talk on through his planning, Achkby says sharply, \" And Lumpy, I think it would be best to question him in a language that more of us can understand. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, Ill be spending my time 'watching' our Drow over hear and sharpening my sword just for him...\"\n\nGoes over to the Drow\n\nSays in Dwarf, Abyssal, and Gnome\n \"Ach, I didnt think we should save yer, being an evil creature of darkness. Should ye make a single wrong move, ill behead ye. If you dont, perhaps I wont. Sound like a good deal?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Hajih shrugs at being left out of the watch rotation. He retreats into a secluded cave and takes several long swigs from his nearly empty cask of ale.\n\nMeanwhile, Elthan I and Achkby sit down off to the side of the main cave. Their conversation (as usual for them) turns to dragons and the draconic.\n\nSedryn face darkens when he sees Thokk threatening the drow. Though Sedryn can't understand Thokk's words, the dwarf's tone is clear enough.\n\nSedryn shoves Thokk aside. \"Leave him alone, dwarf! He's half-naked and his hands are bound. What possible threat could he be? I will watch the drow. I wouldn't want to have us all wake up to find his throat slit!\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nRolling her eyes at the incipient quarrel between Thokk and Sedryn, Lissa walks over to the drow and helps him cover himself more effectively with the blanket. \"There, that looks a bit better. I'd offer my spare cloak, but somehow I don't think it would fit very well.\" She smiles, but doesn't put down her crossbow. \"Not many of us understand your language, but most here do speak Draconic. So, it would help if you would repeat your replies to Lumpy here-\" she gestures to the half-orc- \"in Draconic. Oh, I'm Lissa, by the way.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nDismayed that they would have to leave the sacrificial rock intact, he walks away vowing to become more attuned to the balance so he could destroy altars like them once and for all.\n\nHis march to the series of caves is silent and he does not pay attention to the new addition. He does note that his hands are tied and he is treated as a captive.\n\n By the balance, do pinkskins EAT blackskins?...I think not. \nOn arriving at their destination, he continues to refill the waterskins he can. Once the watch rotation is determined. He stalks off to forage for food and other useful materials in the growth and the cave.\n I wonder if some form of berry grows here below the surface. A spell of mine could turn them into meals \n\nOOC: He will make a few quick rounds to forage and later specifically identify the fungi he's already carrying before sleeping until his watch" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Drow Prisoner \n\n[OOC: I have no idea which languages each characters speak other than the ones already used.]\n\nHe shrugs at the dwarf with a look of confusion, but seems to understand the ending when he hefts his weapon.\n\nTo Lissa in Draconic: \"Thank you Miss for your help. Could you spare a bite from your rations? I haven't had anything to eat in many days. My name is Trinark, and I appreciate your kindness. It isn't something often found down here.\" (Trinark is pronounced like \"grin\" with a T, and \"arc\" like the boat)\n\nTrinark repeats this in both Draconic and Undercommon: \"Lumpy, I do have a rough idea where we are. I am able and willing to help you find the Glimmersea if it will help secure my freedom. I understand your suspicions because of my race. I can only offer that I am outcast from my kind, which is why I was left as food for the Driders.\" \n\n[OOC2: If Lumpy speaks Draconic, prehaps we can use that instead of Undercommon?]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Lass, I warned ye, keep yer hands off or you will be lacking them. I was merely telling him if he tries anything at all, he will be killed. As he is the prisioner, we are honor bound to keep him alive, which I will abide by. However, should he try anything to run or escape or attack, his life is forfiet. If you dont like my ways, too bad lass. I follow the rules that are the good of the whole, and which puts the clan at the least amount of danger. Its called Duty lass.\"\n\nEDIT: I was talking about Sedryn, not Lissa. S is the one actually touching Thokk, and he is not liking her \"Holier Then Thou\" attitude at all" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nShaking his flask, Hajih curses loudly and comes out of his 'room' picking up one of the small fungi, he looks to see if it is the same fungus as he found earlier. Seeing the drow is in the main cavern along with several others, he goes over to investigate.\nSpeaking quietly to the drow, he asks \"So, do you speak common at all?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn steps between Lissa and Thokk. \"Back off, dwarf!\" Anger burns in his eyes. One of the Elthans jumps in to intervene before the confrontation escalates into actual violence.\n\nMeanwhile, a great tragedy has occurred - Hajih has run out of ale! Slightly tipsy and a bit irritated, Hajih stumbles out of his cave and speaks softly to the drow. Trinark's blank look confirms that he has no understanding of the common tongue used on the surface.\n\nThe lizardman circles the caves, exploring each nook and cranny as well as sniffing the fungi. The dried herbs and fungi the lizardman has been carrying appear to be edible, if unpalatable. Most of the group sticks with the ever-dwindling rations.\n\nThe hours pass uneventfully. The party takes turns covering the only entrance in pairs. While one group is on guard duty, the others rest or meditate. Sleep has been coming easier in the Underdark for each of you, though the more sensitive of you have been plagued by bad dreams of late ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: XP to be distributed in the OOC thread shortly ... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Dammit, I tried to include everybody in that watch rotation, I can't believe I forgot Haji. Oh well, at least no one's complained.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby continues on in his hushed conversation with Elthan for quite a while, mostly ignoring the debate over the prisoner.\n\n I tried to sort out a balanced watch schedule, and that's my contribution for the night. I hope that Aeroz and Lumpy's feelings about him cancel each other out...\nIt might have been good to put Haji in thre somewhere, but he has been useless so far, and I don't really want to trust him on this. I don't like Lumpy's manner, but at least he's proven to be competent. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nIn a Corner Praying\n\n \"O Soulfather, creater of all Dwafen kind, please watch over me, and keep my clan in the glow of yer forge. Give me the power of the hammer striking the forge to smite mine enemies. Amen\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc respinds to Trinark's offer of guiding them in exchange for freedom with an indistinct shrug, \" Mebbe. \" From his manner though, all of the goings on in Draconic seem to be as meaningless to him as undercommon is to everyone else.\n\nAs he did the night before, Lumpy makes an effort to clean himself before he rests, finally stripping his armor and sleeping until his watch. During his watch, he wanders a bit, playing with his stone and scanning all of the passages warily He seems to avoid talking further with trinark as a rule." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nThough she looks interested in what Trinark has to say, Lissa is also looking rather tired. She covers a yawn. \"Not a problem, Trinark... at least not for me. Watch out for the dwarf, he's got a serious problem with you. He tries anything, yell and somebody will come knock some sense into that granite dwarven skull.\" The rogue rolls her eyes. \"Dwarves... Anyway, this language is starting to tangle my tongue. Get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow.\" With that, she smiles at the bound drow again, checks his bonds to make sure they're secure, and takes up a watchpost near one of the main entrances. Once her watch is over, Lissa wakes up her replacement, strips off her armor, and collapses into her bedroll. Gnomish snores soon sound from the alcove where she's sleeping.\n\nThe next morning, though, it doesn't look as though Lissa has slept very well. Even after a wash-up and meal, she has dark circles under her eyes... which is odd, since the gnome hasn't had trouble sleeping in the Underdark before now..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn merely watches as everyone goes about their business. He takes no part in the interrogation of the drow. He looks at Achkby when he announces the guarding order. Moving over to the halfling and talking in a whisper he says, \"The problem with coming up with the order yourself is that you can't leave yourself out or they'll get mad at you. Next time, let's let those big old brutes do it themselves and we'll likely get left out as being small and 'useless.' Saving the ending spot for yourself at any rate, good call.\" Fizahn retires to his \"bedroom\" slightly before everyone else. He is soon sound asleep.\n\n The first guard notices that Fizahn's good sleep didn't last so long as they here a lot of noise from his chamber. On the second watch, Fizahn comes out sweating, but when he sees Lumpy and Aeroz, he mutters something about not being able to tell the time while he sleeps and goes back to bed. He begins sleeping again fitfully, but when the watches change, they notice he is turning quite a bit. He comes out again during the beginning of the fourth watch, and gives the same explanation to Thokk and Elthan that he gave to Lumpy and Aeroz. It is obvious to Linda that he is irritated during the fifth watch, but if she tries to bring it up he avoids her. When he wakes Achkby for the final watch, he doesn't appear to be happy to get back to bed and offers to take Achkby's watch. In the morning, he ends up looking rather poorly rested.\n\nOOC: Just don't pay attention for 2 days and everything speeds up! I guess I kinda cemented the guard order there, and will have to edit this if any random monsters appear. Sorry about the post being extra long also." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \nThe white haired sorceress eyes the drow carefully-interest as well as pity in her eyes. It would seem that Linda has compassion to spare for all though such emotions don't come up very often with her. She sits down and sleeps as the others watch then, when it is her time to stand watch along with a few others, she closes in on the drow prisoner, adressing him in draconic:\n\n Are you in the mood for some conversation? We would like some information-as I'm sure my friends have already told you. Do not mind the dwarf-he's very set in his ways and sees the world in black and white though deep down he has a good heart. You just have to gain his trust-our trust. Why were you tied up and left as Drider food? What confuses me is that driders are supposed to be failures while you were tied in an altar as a sacrifice. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Prisoner \n\nTrinark responds to Linda in Draconic, \"I don't exactly know how I came to be chained to \"that slab\". What I do know is that I had been tortured at length by a group of loyal worshipers of Lolth . I had and have been on the run for quite some time. Suffice it to say that I don't hold the same opinion of the world that most Drow do. I am familiar with similar Drow rituals of sacrificing criminals to Driders as a particularly harsh and insulting punishment. I am grateful to have escaped that end. I am willing to cooperate, in return for my freedom.\" " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \nThe sorceress does not appear to drop her worried look at this though she smiles at the drow.\n And what does that mean exactly? Your statement of a different worldview could be taken as being good as opposed to evil-like most of your race or it might have other meanings. You might mean that you're a worshipper of Vhaeraun, Kiaranshalee or some other ghastly deity that opposes Lolth and thus the priestesses of Lolth sought to punish you.\n\nAs you can see, without further info, such a statement is far from reassuring. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, unable to sleep at first, stayed up a bit with the first watch, thogu appeared to be contemplating the collective groups next move.\nHe goes to sleep and when he comes out he does not look as thoug he recieved much sleep. In face, he has been awake for the last few hours simply lying in 'bed' for everyone else to get up. He appears more divulged in thought than he was the night before.\n\n What does it mean? How does the dream apply, and is it what will truely happen, or a for-shadowing of things that might. If only I was a bit wiser. \n\nAs he is seen more by the groups he perks up slightly to mask his true feelings.\n\"I think we might be getting close to the surface, I keep feeling breezes from the outside. Perhaps it is only a wanting thought, but its nice to imagine. How far from the surface do you think we are Thokk?\"\n\n I wonder if Elthan also had the dream? Perhaps I should seek the Lizards wisdom upon it... So many paths, so many to leave un-traveled. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, lads, that was a wonderful sleep, dont you agree? I havnt felt this rested in ages! Tis good to be underground again!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAfter taking his watch, Aeroz stays up, considering that he has had enough sleep for one \"night\". After taking a swig from his waterskin, he goes to see the drow. He sees Linda talking to him, and a thought appears in his head.\n\n I was always taught to hate drow. They were always treacherous, vile and dangerous. Lissa, the mages and Sedryn seem to have a different oppinion though. Are they being mislead by this dark elf or do they actually have a point in trusting his word. \n\nAeroz approaches the drow\n\n\" So, drow, I didn't get your name there. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby wakes after the best sleep he's had in a long time, and quickly meditates, gathering in all of the Arcane power that he can hold.\n\nThen he goes out into the main cave to join the lizardfolk for his watch.\n\n I hope he's in a good mood... and that the blasted Drow hasn't gotten away or been killed, though I suppose Fiz would have mentioned that. \n\n\" Hello, \" he says tentatively in the lizardfolk's native tongue.\n\" Erm... sleep well? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nIn stark contrast to the cheerful, well-rested Thokk and Achkby, Lissa is yawning throughout the morning meal. She seems a bit edgy and irritable, which is unusual; normally Lissa is disgustingly perky when she's not fighting or fatigued. Noticing Fizahn's similar demeanor, she walks over to him. \"Morning, Fizahn. You look like you got about as much sleep as I did. Something happen on your watch?\" \n Should I mention the dream to anyone? It could be important... but I don't really know these people all that well. They might well laugh it off, or worse, think I'm lying. It just seemed so real... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardfold Druid \nSsathiya awakes gasping and clutching his chest. He frowns at his show of weakness and quickly looks around. To his relief no one else seems to have noticed. He rolls over and tries to rest but is disturbed by a strange continuous rolling noise. He sits up and looks for the source which seems to be a happily asleep female big-nose.\n Big nose.. Big jumps.. Big sleep-noises..what other big surprises does this big-nose hide.. , he muses.\n\nFeeling that his watch was approaching, he sat up rigid and drew in some deepbreaths to calm himself and re-attune himself to the surrounding Balance. His eyes flash open as he senses his attunement had become intanibly stronger.\n Walking the path Semuanya guides me through, leads me to him.. even as it leads away from my tribe \nHe closes his eyes and utters a silent grateful prayer.\n\nHe rolls up his blanket and quickly grabs what he needs and heads over to where Linda and Fizahn are seated early. He notes that the female big-nose stirs restlessly in her sleep. Linda arises and with a wave and a yawn and heads over to whrere the drow prisoner is lying.\n\nFizahn remains seated and the lizardman sits beside him. The two do not talk at first but when the matter of the dwindling food supply is brought up. both quickly warm up. The two reminice over lost comrades.\n\nFinally, Ssathiyaa mentions something that makes the warrior sit up .He asks if he remembers what they argued over outside the dwelling of the master of the witch(Oden Homm{OOC: Sorry Belial Any female with arcane and healing abilities, y'know and he did thank you for healing him}). Fizahn was unsure of what the lizardman referred to. The druid reminded the warrior that he wanted to find 'the bait' that would draw out Sethra. Fizahn nodded and then frowned when the druid indicated that the bait might be the pinkskin Sheyra.\nThe druid shared the vision he had in the ant-giant cavern with the warrior. Fizahn says nothing at first. He then asks:\n \"Whay are you telling me this?\"\n\"The hunt musst go on. sSethra musst perisshh by the ceaseless pursuit of this pack\"\n\"You see yourself as part of this pack?\"\nThe druid remains silent then,\n\"The sstrangers I have yet to learn about..but.Yess. I do. I resspect you, pinksskin even if none of the people would. You MUSST KNOW thiss and carry on the hunt if i fall\" . \nHe falls silent after that.\nHe asks the wolverine-spirited warrior on the way Sethra hunts his prey and finally Fizahn asks about his name.\n\nAs the spear-wielder approaches Fizahn arises and turns to leave.\n \"Remember\" the lizardman says, while staring into the dark, without turning around, \"The hunter hass become the hunted. Be watchful\" Fizahn nods and walks back to the camp proper.\n\nThe little spear wielder sits quietly and the druid does not break the silence, unaccustomed to the long talk he had just had. He is therfore surprised when the little one speaks up. Seeing the fear on him, \"Peacce. Bear no Ill to the balance or me and you have no need to fear. sSpeak plainly\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Prisoner \n\nResponding to Linda, \"My views are very different from the majority of my race. Some would consider them radically different. We seem to be at an impasse. Your group freed me from the Driders, however, I am still a captive. You are searching for the Glimmersea, and I can help guide you there. I am willing to cooperate, and help you get there safely if you agree to let me go.\" \n\nTrinark observes the others as they awaken, and looks longingly as they eat and drink from their rations." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra wakes after an uneventful night (having also been left out of the watch order.) She appears shaken, and is clearly trying to ignore the fact that she hasn't slept well in days.\n\nShe walks over to the drow and checks his bindings, making sure they aren't coming loose but also that they aren't cutting off circulation to his hands. \"He looks hungry,\" she says in Common, the only language she really speaks well, and offers him a piece of dried fungus from their last stock-up." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the last of you awakens from sleep, there is a general bustle as gear is packed up and a light meal is consumed.\n\nSeveral of you gather about the drow, who continues to sit wrapped in only a blanket and loincloth, hands bound.\n\nSedryn seems to be missing however. Perhaps he simply overslept?" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan goes over and sits by the druid, clearly still wraped up in thought.\n \"Lizard, may I ask you to depart with some of your wisdom?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nEarlier, this takes place in my last post before Fizahn goes to wake up Achkby.\n\n As Fizahn goes to wake up Achkby, he is detained by the lizardman. Fizahn listens as the lizardman describes his dream and then enters into a conversation with him (runehawk's post). As Fizahn begins to leave, he suddenly wonders about the lizardman's name. \"Why haven't you told anyone your name yet.\"\n\n \"To the people a name iss part of onesself. It iss considered rude to ask for it from anyone or to address a superior by his name,\" is the response he recieves from the lizardman.\n\n \"To us, a name is not part of you as it is in your culture. A name is like a description of someone and it is used to identify him from the many other... umm... 'pinkskins.' Being called Fizahn is what sets me apart from Lissa and other gnomes without having to go into a rather long description. Often a name will mean something that describes the person, but mine doesn't mean anything.\" \n \"In my culture, namesss always mean sssomething. We tell kin apart by titles and name-sssakesss. The true name revealsss a great deal about a warrior. I feel that you are worthy to learn my name, and what it meansss, but you musst not tell any of the othersss untill I feel they too are worthy.\" \n\n After hearing the lizardman's name and it's meaning, Fizahn thanks the lizardfolk. Seeing Achkby, he bids the lizardman good watch and tells him he'll continue calling him druid. As the lizardman says his threat about Sethra, Fizahn's thoughts turn to the dream. He uneasily goes to sleep after offering to take Achkby's watch.\n\nBack to the present.\n\n Fizahn seems troubled as he eats. His poorly rested state is apparent to everyone. In response to Lissa's question, he replies, \"No, I slept badly and spent some time talking to the druid. He's had a troubling dream.\" Fizahn is wary of Thokk while he talks, trying to make sure the dwarf can't hear him." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"That was a good meal.\" Darius lies.\n\n Damn I could go for a steak... or... pheasssaaaannnt... yum... Wait a seond, where'd Sedryn go? \n\nDarius jumps up and heads to Sedryn's room. \"Hey Sedryn, rise and shine! ... Or at least rise anyways, not much shine going around down here.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius finds Sedryn still wrapped in his bedroll in one of the outlying caves. His armor, mace, and backpack sit in a neat pile by the cave entrance.\n\n\"Hey, Sedryn, rise and shine!\" Darius calls out brightly as he tries to shake the priest awake.\n\nWhen Darius' hand touches something cold, sticky and wet, he pulls back reflexively. Looking down at his hand, he sees that his fingers have been stained reddish-black.\n\nRolling Sedryn over, Darius is horrified to see that Sedryn's skull has been caved in, disfiguring him almost beyond recognition. A blood spattered stone lies nearby.\n\nSedryn is dead, murdered during the night while he was sleeping ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa starts at the mention of a troubling dream. \"You didn't sleep well either, eh?\" She's silent for a bit, then looks up at the other gnome. For once, her expression is completely serious. \"I had a disturbing dream as well... about Sheyra. Something bad happened to her, and I couldn't stop it.\" Lissa shivers, pulling her cloak tighter around her. \"And then someone killed me with a strange dagger. Normally I'm not one to jump at shadows, but it was all I could do to keep from screaming when I woke up this morning. I can't remember the last time I had a dream that vivid.\" \n\nJust then, a commotion comes from the other side of the cave. Lissa turns to see Darius standing over a very dead Sedryn, clotted blood on his hand. \"Great Baravar!\" She jumps up and sprints over to the murder scene. \"Sedryn! No! What in the name of all that's holy happened here?! Oh, Sedryn...\" Lissa bites her lip, tears starting to fall despite her best efforts to keep them in." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Dammit, I forgot Sheyra, too?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I'm not scared. \" announces Achkby to the lizardman. \" I just... wasn't sure about your customs. Yeah, you know... I didn't know what I should say. \"\n I wasn't really scared, either. Just... being timid can be good. Don't wanna offend someone who can bash my head in... \nHe arises, to patrol the area a bit, and occasionally comes back by the lizardkin, nodding cordially.\n\n[hr]\n\nAfter almost two hours, Achkby goes to wake up everyone else.\n Better to be woken by a halfling than a huge lizard, I'd think. Though half the time I'd like his stature or his scales... \n\nAs a few other people help out, he doesn't think to check the rooms on the side that Sedryn took.\n\n[hr]\n\nAfter a short while, he joins everyone else around the drow. \" Well, that wasn't a bad night, for being in the underdark, was it? \" he says.\n\nAnd then he hears Darius's cry. Sedryn? Oh no... someone was on watch all night... I hope... what could have happened? \n\nAchkby dashes after Lissa and her light, and stops stock still. He pauses for a moment in confusion.\n Sedryn? Sedryn?! No. It can't be. He has been leading this group cleanly for so long... guiding them, and then us , through so much, always firm, usually gentle, and always so firmly right ...\nI cannot imagine being here without him. \n\nHe edges sideways, toward the wall of the cave, and rests against it, his shoulder pressed hard into the cold stone.\n Where do we go from here? " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn seems extremely shocked when Lissa mentions her dream to him. He is immediately lost deep in thought so there's no point in continuing the conversation. His concentration however, is suddenly snapped as he hears Lissa's cry. He too rushes to the ghastly scene, choking back tears though he barely knew Sedryn.\n\n \"How did this happen? There was a watch the entire night! Start checking for passages that might be big enough to let the driders in! Don't disturb his body anymore! Someone figure out what kind of weapon killed him!\" Fizahn starts acting on his instructions and begins examining the wall. I want to rule out Thokk, but he didn't seem to like Sedryn. I don't think he's this bloodthirsty though. \n\nOOC: Search check to find any big cracks or something that could be a trapdoor or something." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nHearing Darius' cry, Aeroz rushes over to where the archer is standing. He sees Sedryn's flayed body, and a disgusted look crawls onto his face. The disgust then turns to anger.\n\n\" Who in all the abyss and nine hells could have done such a thing! DAMMIT! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!! \"\n\nSwitching to common the enraged elf says\n\n\" How could this have happened? We all kept watch right? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nAll the commotion eventually draws Lumpy to Sedryn's room, the orc still shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. HIs tired expression changes to one as shocked as he might be capable of, though he clearly lacks the obvious sentiment of the others. Whether this is due to his lack of attachment, a desensitization to death, or some other factor isn't readily clear.\n\n\" Well.. that's a pisser. \"\n\nHe looks around a bit, as if hoping the cause of things will just spring out at him, then scowls, \" Just great. \" Tugging at his beard a bit, he turns to stalk through the rest of the chambers.." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"No...\" Darius says after crying out. His legs give out from under him and he falls to the floor. The thud echoes through the room as his back hits the wall of the cave. \"Fizahn what kind of drider kills a man with a stone?\" \n\nHe holds his hands over his eyes for a few moments, the blood staining his brow. He grabs up the stone, hands shaking. Then he gets up. His brow furrows, his face distorted in pure anger. He hurls the stone against the wall, watching as the fragments shatter across the room.\n\nHe pushes past the others and storms into the main room. \"Not a soul is to leave this goddamned room!\" he yells.\n\n \"One of us...\" he says, shaking his head in disbelief. \"No, not one of us ...\" he growls, \"One of you...\" \n \"Now let's take a look at things, Aeroz, Achkby and I all knew Sedryn. He was a friend, more than a friend to us. Lissa and Hajih knew him as well. Even Lumpy knew he was a good man. You...\" he says, turning to the Sarloc's Heir Party, \"We don't know. Now, let's see, Lissa and I took the first watch, neither of us could've done this. Lumpy and Aeroz took the second watch, Aeroz has known Sedryn for months, and even if Lumpy tried anything (which I seriously doubt), Aeroz would've seen. Sedryn... Sedryn and Elthan took the third. This would've been the perfect time, wouldn't it be, Elthan? Thokk and Elthan II took the fourth, also entirely possible. We all knew you didn't like him Thokk... Linda and Fizahn took the fifth, I don't know either of you, another possibilty. The lizard and Achkby took the last, and the lizard (even though I don't entirely trust him) had no oppurtunity to harm Sedryn with Achkby around.\" \n\nDarius pauses, \"Now, don't take this too harshly, I'm not accusing all of you, it may not even have been one of you. Could've just been some intruder, which is even more reason to worry, but those are the possibilties. A good man's blood has been shed, a man who didn't deserve this, and Tyr forgive me if I find the soul who did this I will rip out their throat with my bare hands.\" \n\nDarius stands before everyone, shaking with anger as he says these words. He glances at Elthan and Thokk mostly as he speaks, looking to his party every now and then. As he finishes he takes a seat upon his bag and waits.\n\n(OOC: Darius is extremely pissed right now, so he isn't thinking perfectly straight, he's mostly just accusing everyone from the SH party.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Not before I get to him first. Sedryn was a good man, and he deserves to be avenged. Darius is right. It could have been the dwarf, or anyone else, or even an intruder that we couldn't see. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, Ill admit to not liking the fellow, he didnt do actions for the good of the clan. Killing a person in cold blood...Thats dispicable. A person that would do that would be cast out from the clan and never find peace in the heat of the Forge. I shall help ye find his killer. As it goes down in the Book of Grudges , that is a serious offence " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": "Trinark, Drow Prisoner\n\nTo the group in Draconic, \"If you will allow me to take a look at your fallen Cleric, I may be able to shed some light on what killed him. There are many strange creatures down here in the Underdark, some of which can move easily through stone.\" Trinark will also repeat this message in Elven as well.\n\n(DR, if the group leads me to the body, I will take a look to see if I can tell who or what killed Sedryn)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby remains leaning against the wall, completely ignoring Darius's tirade.\n\n I did not know that I liked the man so much. Nor that I depended upon so much. I have always felt Sedryn as perhaps the one certain presence in the short time that I have traveled with these people. And I did not even know it... never gave him credit. Thought I was just going along with them, with my own agenda, not even concerned with their issues... yet I relied on them so much. Relied on them, and became their friends. And now the one most important of all has departed... and it took that to make me realize.\nI will carry on with what I have to do, but if another good soul that I travel with is put in danger because of it... then I shall not abandon them for myself. \n\nAfter a moment, he straightens, himself pushing away from the wall just in time to hear Aeroz speak. Looking at Darius, he can tell that the archer just expressed the same sentiment.\n\n I may feel the same way. But the speeches have been made, and more of that we do not need. \n\nHe says, forgetting for the moment that not everyone speaks the tongue of the dragons, \" We may as well bring the drow over. It will not hurt us to try his skills. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nFor a few minutes, Lissa simply stands numbly before the body of the cleric, tears rolling unnoticed down her face. Why? Why Sedryn, of all people? I liked him! And... I trusted him, more than I trust anyone else here. You can rely on a person who serves the gods of light. He was such a good man... \n\nAfter a bit, the angry voices of others bring Lissa out of her grief. She sniffs loudly, wipes her face, takes a deep breath, and goes over to Trinark and Achkby. \"Yeah, sure, you've got a point. Just... just don't touch the body unless you absolutely must.\" First, though, she checks the drow's bonds for signs of tampering.\n\n\n(OOC: Spot check for tampering on the ropes. Not that I think Trinark did it, Yoric, but you've got to start ruling people out somewhere!)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "The lizardkin had been the last to break off from his post. By the time he returned to the main site. Yells of anger and outrage had replaced the previous silence. He rushes forward to see almost everyone everyone clustering in the cave of the healer.\nHearing the drow offer his help, he grabs him with a hand and drags him over roughly before slicing his bonds.\n\nHe looks at the bloody sight and the reactions of the pinkskins\n Does the pack turn in upon itself? \nHe begins to feel sick.\n No. These pinkskins do not strike me as false. \nHis eyes slant as he peers closer.\n The body has not been disturbed only killed. This was no hunt for food \n\nHe examines the walls. Move through rock..FEH.We failed as sentries. An enemy strong and silent stalks us. Yet why not kill us all?. Was skill enhanced by magic?...there are spells that make one unnoticed by others.. \nHe turns away from the wall and casts Detect Magic to find any lingering auras. He will train the beam on the walls finally.\n \"Call your trackers. An unseen enemy still leaves a trail. Do NOT disturb the ground or limit yr search to it.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There appear to be no other exits or entrances to the caves other than the main entrance that was presumably guarded at all times.\n\nSedryn's cause of death appears to be massive trauma to the skull. The instrument of death was presumably the rock that Darius smashed against the wall.\n\nThe lizardman cuts the drow's bonds, but they did not appear to have been obviously tampered with previously.\n\nNo trail or other clues are revealed by the detect magic spell." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra's face is almost completely emotionless as she walks into the room where Sedryn was murdered. She flinches from the sight of the body, but does not make any noise at all for a few minutes.\n\n\"We're dead,\" she whispers after a long period of silence, \"Enemies come through the walls themselves. It was suicide to ever come down here.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": "Trinark, Drow Prisoner\n\nTrinark rubs his wrists gingerly, trying to restore circulation. Under the watchful eyes of the group, he will examine the body without significantly disturbing it. He is looking for additional signs of injury, especially around the neck area. (Perhaps he was strangled or something first?)\n\nTo Lissa, \"No offense taken Miss Lissa.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"What's the drow saying?\" Darius says. His throat is sore now from yelling and his head aches.\n\nDarius turns to Sheyra, \"None of you will die in this hell... From now on we'll have a member of each party on watch at night. If necessary I will take two, even three watches to make sure this happens. We will not sleep far away from eachother but huddled fairly close together so those on watch can see all of us and make sure we're alright. We will try to find bright places to sleep, away from walls, corners, hallways... If there is anything sign, even a hint of danger, one of the watchmen will call out to alert and wake everyone. I believe we should bury the body soon, we don't want to stay here any longer.\" \n\nDarius steps on one of the fragments of the stone he broke, crumbling it to dust under his foot. He spits on the ground and stands in silence." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nThe young monk looks up at Darius and gives him a weak smile. \"Yes, those are all good ideas,\" she says, then looks away.\n\n\"What a cruel fate for a priest of dawn to die in eternal night...\" she remarks to no one in particular." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly half orc snorts, rather irreverently, though not intentionally so, \" Ain't gonna have much luck burying him in solid rock. I'd suggest burning him, ut there ain't no wood either, unless one'a ya's got some magic or something. Dragging him around until we can ain't such a great idea either. \"\n\nHe glances around the room looking at everyone in turn, then growls a soft, scowling sigh, \" But if ya insist on it, and I'm sure ya will, I'll carry him. No sense slowing someone else down. We should keep moving though. \"\n\nLumpy steps back outside the room, going to retreive his armor and things while they think it over.\n\n[OOC; Lumpy's got 212 pounds of carrying space, and he can't possibly go any slower than he already does, so he can do any extra carrying pretty easily.]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Sedryn's body sadly. Next he looks around at all the other party members. Finally, he looks at Sedryn's supplies and then opens his mouth to speak. \"It could have been suicide caused by the altar. When he detected all the evil on it, it might have driven him slightly insane and caused him to feel his holy quest was useless as a side effect. He was able to cope with the insanity while he was with the group, but it was too much for him while he was alone. Something might have possessed him to kill himself also.\n\n \"The question remains as to what is to be done with his equipment. We obviously need to take his food and water, but do we take other equipment to help make sure we survive? I don't think we should take any of it to sell. He was a brave warrior.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz walks up to Sedryn's corpse and picks up the cleric's weapon. He gives it a few practise swings and straps it to his backpack. He also picks up Sedryn's holy symbol and places it around his neck.\n\n\" A reminder. Sedryn was a good man, and he didn't deserve a fate like this. If something did posess him, than I suggest that we try to at least find out what it was. If it was some kind of creature, we should leave. Either way, we should tread carefully in the future. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Sheyra, if it truly pleases you we'll bury him above, in the sunlight... though carrying him will prove difficult.\" \n\nFizahn's remark disturbs Darius, he checks Sedryn's hands for blood. \"This'll tell us if it was a suicide.\" \n\n(OOC: I really don't want us to carry this body but I figure Darius would think that'd be the right thing to do, stupid Darius)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is no blood on Sedryn's hands to suggest that he smashed his own skull in. There are also no signs of strangulation or defensive wounds. Blood spatters on his bedroll and blanket suggest that he was lying asleep when he was killed.\n\nElthan shakes his head grimly as various theories are offered as to how Sedryn met his end.\n\n\"The how of Sedryn's death is clear. What we need to be focusing on is why and by whom? \n\n\"I suppose that it could have been some kind of intruder, but what kind of intruder can walk through rock and move invisibly among us? Even if such an intruder existed, what could possibly be its motivation to kill Sedryn in this crude and brutal manner?\n\n\"I suppose it would be possible for Sedryn to have been driven insane by the altar, but just look at the evidence - there is no way he could have inflicted this mortal wound on himself!\n\n\"That leaves the possibility that it was one of us who killed Sedryn ...\n\n\"Thokk may have had motive. Darius had opportunity (and has already destroyed some valuable evidence apparently). But the fact is that any of us, including me, could have snuck into Sedryn's cave and murdered him. The question remains, why?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius spins around to face Elthan. Quick as lightning his hand is on the elf's throat.\n\n \"You think that was why I threw that goddamn rock, huh? Huh!? You had the same watch as he did you bastard! You could've killed him just as he went to bed! And you are accusing me because I threw the damn rock ? You wanna know why I did that? Because I was angry! And now I'm even more angry! So why don't you tell us why you son of a bitch?\" Darius yells, spit flying into Elthan's face.\n\nHe drops his hand, taking a step back and glaring at Elthan.\n\n(OOC: I surprise myself sometimes...)" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"No, that's... not a good idea,\" Sheyra says in response to Darius. \"We don't know how much longer we'll be down here, or even where any exits are.\" She looks down at the shards of the bloody stone. \"Regardless of who or what did this, we should move on. We might be able to build a pyre with the fungus outside, but anything looking for a meal within several miles will be drawn here by the smell.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbucker \n\nIn an instant, Aeroz draw's his rapier and puts it between Darius and Elthan. \" Enough out of the both of you. Sedryn wouldn't want all this infighting. He would want us to move on. Now, before we all go pointing fingers, we should get out of this place. If it wasn't one of us, then the thing that killed Sedryn could still be here. We should leave now. We cremate Sedryn and spread his ashes over a temple of Lathander when we escape this wreched place. Leave his armor, salvage his food, water and other supplies. \"\n\nAeroz's voice is quite timid and rational now, instead of his loud and somewhat upbeat tone. The elf did not have many people he could trust in Calimport, and now that one of the people he trusted the most in his life is dead, he is greiving silently.\n\n[OOC: Alignment shifting to Neutral. The memories of Sedryn are beginning to bring out the best in him, and Aeroz's outlook is rapidly changing due to the circumstances.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa has been silent until now, looking from Sedryn's alcove to the entrance and back with a thoughtful expression. She looks up at Aeroz, Darius and Sheyra. \"I think it's time we all heard a bit more about exactly what drove you three and Sedryn to try and get to Telflamm via the Underdark. I didn't ask too many questions in Velprintalar, and I'm beginning to think I should have.\" She shrugs. \"Sounded pretty simple at the time. Quick hop through to Telflamm, chance to get away from the local law undetected, maybe grab some loot from the Underdark while I was at it.\" \n\nThe rogue gives the three a narrow look. \"But you three have powerful enemies, don't you? Powerful enough to hire a mage and get said mage into the Underdark?\" Lissa starts ticking things off on her fingers. \"Item one: Sedryn is murdered. Item two: There was a watch of two at all times on the main entrance. Item three: Nobody here has a motive to kill Sedryn, except possibly the prisoner who was securely bound and watched all night long. I think we can rule Trinark out on that basis.\" The rogue spreads her hands. \"It has to have been an outside job, people! Sedryn was the resident healer. It's always in everyone's best interest to keep the healer healthy and happy. Yes, Linda and the druid can heal, but a cleric can heal more often and more powerfully. He could also detect evil- an ability which, if I'm not mistaken, nobody in the group now has. To me, this has all the earmarks of somebody wanting to hit us where it would hurt most.\" \n\nShe gives Aeroz, Darius and Sheyra another look. \"And this is where we get back to you and your enemies. If the assassin didn't enter by ordinary means, that leaves extraordinary means- namely magic.\" Lissa's eyes widen. \"In fact, I'll bet that's why only one of us was killed! If the assassin was using an invisibility spell or potion, the spell would've broken when he hit Sedryn! That's a bloody expensive potion, let me tell you, and if the mage is honest at all he'll warn you about that effect when you buy the potion. So he probably only had enough to get in, hit one person, and get out.\" She shrugs. \"'Course, there's probably other magical means the assassin could've used, but I'm not the expert. I just happen to know about this one through personal experience.\" \n\n\n(OOC: I do believe that's my longest post yet; sorry about that. Can you tell I've read a lot of murder mysteries? ;) )" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Daiurs \n \"You're right, Aeroz.\" Darius says, directing one more sneer to Elthan before turning back.\n\n \"I'll get mushrooms and the lke for a fire, anyone else coming?\" \n\nDarius will wait for someone to come with him, and then head off in search of good fire materials.\n\n(OOC: Hooray, a fellow mystery-lover)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby stands mute through most of the argument, silently fuming. When Aeroz speaks, he nods to himself.\n My friend, we are together right now. Whatever may normally be between us... right now, we are together. \n\n[hr]\n\nAchkby shudders involuntarily a few moments after Lissa speaks of the group's 'powerful enemies.' He shoots a furtive glance at Elthan I, but after the little rogue gets through her list of items, he returns to his normal calm demeanor. He breathes deeply.\n Hired powerful magic users? I hope no more powerful than we... \n\nAfter a moment, he speaks.\n\" Yes. We should lay Sedryn to rest, in whatever form, above the gound. But for now, that ceremony is not of our greatest concern. Whether we decide to burn him here or carry him, we need to move on now. And quickly. We should find a defensible place to rest, and I think it should be quite far from here. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan walks in to the scene after taking as much of his time as eh could to get there.\n Hmm.. Someone who comes up from the shadows to murder and then dissapears without a trace. I wonder if this is the same fate as Sheyra? \n\n\"I believe I know who did it, though I have no more evidence than a vision in a dream. I know a few of you may have had similar experiances, seeing as how horribly some of you slept last night.\n\"A man springs up in shadows on a narrow path, takes Sheyra, kills Elthan.\"\n\"I believe that most of the evidence here and from my dream point to a conclusion. This conclusion is that we are being followed or watched by one able to travel throgh the shadows, whose goal is to incite us agaisnt each other enough for us to not suspect him, and his plans to kidnap Sheyra.\"\n\n(OOC: I play my character waay above his actual wisdom score.. Damn point buy.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" I was the only one who met the assasins, and I'm the only one left who was in the original group that was making our way to Velprintalar. We were all in a tavern when a diplomatic assasination took place. A red haired assasin killed some sort of politician and took an artifact he was carrying...the Kris of Sethra \"\n\nAeroz sheathes his rapier and continues\n\n\" A Knight Lithandrill, a rogue named Wottworte, Sedryn and I were captured, jailed and broken out by a representative of the Queen of Hlondeth under her orders. We were then sent on a mission to retreive the artifact. Wottworte broke off, and got exectued a few weeks ago. While on the boat to Velprintalar, we encountered what we expect to be the assasins. That is also where we met Sheyra, and a ranger named Boris. While at a small town, we lost Lithandrill and Boris in a crowd, and met Miles. Shortly after we met Darius and Achby. We travelled to Velprintalar, discovered that we are a few days behind the assasins, and met Lissa and Hajh. After spending a few more weeks in the underdark, we encountered the rest of you. \"\n\n\" There was a death warrant on the heads of Sedryn and I. I doubt any bounty hunter would follow us down here, and from what Lumpy has told us, the assasins took a similar rout to ours and got captured by the drow. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nA thought suddenly hits Achkby.\n\n\" And Aeroz... didn't you say that the diplomat who you saw killed was assassinated by someone who disappeared through the shadows? And we know that those women are down here now... \"\n\nHe glances around, as if thinking that the dark killer might have snuck up behind them while he spoke.\n\n[OOC]Ooh, I worte that all before Aeroz's post... but I think it still fits just fine.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": "Trinark, Drow Prisoner\n\nTrinark turns to Lumpy, \"Will you please relay this to the rest of your group? (I am assuming he agrees.) \"I have two questions that might help illuminate who or what killed your cleric friend. Question one, he seemed rather angry during the last few hours before everyone went to sleep. Was that normal for him? Was he accustomed to fits of anger like that?\n\n\"There are many strange creatures that live in the Underdark, not all of which of which can be easily seen. Question two, is anyone in your group able to sense magical auras? Or perhaps the presence of good or evil? Some beings that live in the Underdark are strongly evil.\" \n\nIf Trinark sees anyone gathering \"stuff\" and trying to make a fire, he will protest very strongly! \"Building a fire for something like that is very foolish!\" \n\n[Very OOC: I don't think you guys are trying very hard to discover what happened to poor Sedryn.]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Then Elthan and Sheyra will never leave my sight. I'm not having them killed as well.\" \n If he's killed, they'll think I killed him! I have no other choice... even though the bastard probably killed Sedryn, and I should protect Sheyra. \n \"Someone who moves through the shadows... there are so many damned possibilites.\" \n\n(OOC: Darius has too low of an intelligence score to think about all the possibilities, and right now his thinking is clouded by his anger so he'll probably insist on the making the fire as well. Another bad idea.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa's jaw drops as Elthan tells the group about his dream. \"Great good gods- you had that dream too? I had the exact same dream, except the dagger came for me.\" She shivers at the memory. \"I don't remember the last time I had a dream so vivid... Hey! Could the dream have something to do with Sedryn's death? I mean, what if he had it too, and he actually died instead of just dreaming he died? Is it even possible to kill somebody through a dream?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Well actually... \" muses Ackhby.\n\n[OOC]Knowledge (Arcana) check please, DR... :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Can they kill someone through a dream? I don't believe so. \n\n\"Personally, I dont think a dagger in the chest is as similar a wound as a rock on the head.\"\n\"However he died, I do believe that someone is after Sheyra for some reason. My only guess could be Sethra, but we haven't had any clues to him for ages. And if Sethra then for what? Who is really pulling the strings is a mystery still to be left unsolved, but we do know how he works and what he is after.(Assuming it is a he of course.)\"\n\"For now, our best course of action is to keep our eyes sharp and head on to the surface. If anything in that dream is real we should hit it soon.\"" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \nLinda the sorceress appears stricken at this sudden death. She hears everyone else speak then thinks for awhile before speaking:\n I have heard of pells to harm someone from afar while sleeping-even from across countries. Though I have not heard of anybody dying of them, this does not mean it could not be done. Even more alarming is that it could have been one of us though not in the way you think. A spell to charm and control another is just as easy as an invisibility spell. If the caster is sufficiently powerful, he could force one of us to kill another. As for the why, like some of you said, a servant of the light might be a major problem in the plans of evil-though I do not believe it was so. More likely, instead of a hindrance, the victim held information the killer may not have wanted to leak out to us. It is the most plausible explanation of only him being the target in my opinion at least.\n\nBut what should we do now? I do not know how we can thwart another such attack since we've not done so before-but I do know what we should do to stop accusing eachother. We should share any information we deem important and get to know one another's motives in being where we are. What do you say?\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy listens to the Drow's questions, relaying them in common to the others, as well as responding to the first himself, \" He seemed like a nice guy. Only time I saw him mad was when the dwarf kept trying to kill or threaten you. \"\n\nThe orc shifts, perhaps tired of standing around uselessly, \" If dreams can kill, I don't think they use big rocks. Either way, most'a the rules tor eality I know don't apply down here \" Pushing away from the wall, he moves closer to Sedryn's body, his murky eyes scanning the ground with the looks of someone used to picking out signs. A scowl crosses his features, though, \" Rock is worthless fer making tracks. \"\n\n[ooc: Lumpy will try to pick out tracks himself (very likely futilely), +7 survival]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Darius assaults Elthan, the half-elf merely **** an eyebrow. \"Methinks the archer doth protest too much!\" But Elthan seems content to let matters drop when Aeroz interrupts.\n\nWhen Elthan hears about the shared dream, he scratches his chin. \"Hmm. You all seem to be assuming that the dream means that the shadow will try to attack Sheyra in the future. Can we be sure that the dream isn't revealing what has already occurred?\" \n\nElthan seems to abandon this theory, however, when he hears about the possibility of an assassin that travels through the shadows. \"Hmm. A shadowdancer? Aeroz, I wish you had shared this with us before now. This changes the possibilities indeed ...\"\n\n[hr]\nLinda's suggestion is greeted with nods. Isolated in the darkness, it seems that you have no choice but to trust each other for now ...\n\n[hr]\nAchkby describes how there are reportedly some curses that are reputed to kill people in their sleep through their dreams. Such curses, however, would not be associated with actual physical damage ...\n\n[hr]\nAeroz claims Sedryn's mace and a medallion with an embossed sunrise that served as Sedryn's divine focus. Aeroz also takes a moment to remove a gold signet ring from Sedryn's hand. Thokk takes up Sedryn's waterskin.\n\nSedryn's pack contains a generic traveller's outfit. It would likely fit the drow, as would Sedryn's armor. Sedryn's heavy crossbow is in good working order. Fifteen bolts are tied up in a neat bundle.\n\nOOC: Will the clothing, armor, and crossbow be offered to Trinark? \n\n[hr]\n\nNo tracks or blood trails can be found on the hard rocky ground. Eventually, a decision is made to leave the caves behind before driders (or worse) catch up with the party.\n\nThe party moves out, sadly and warily, with Lumpy carrying Sedryn's body over his shoulders. A faint breeze blows as the party moves downward, led by Trinark. The breeze is faintly salty, a tantalizing promise that the Glimmersea is near. After half of a \"day\" of walking, the party encounters a series of fissures and vertical shafts extending upward into darkness that offer an opportunity to cremate Sedryn.\n\nSedryn's body, wrapped in his blanket and bedroll, is gently laid in a shallow depression. Sheyra and Elthan II produce lantern oil that is liberally poured over the body. In a gesture of peace, Thokk donates a number of torches, which are laid around Sedryn's body. Aeroz borrows Lumpy's flint and steel, and sets Sedryn's body ablaze.\n\nAs the smoke from the funeral pyre rises upward into endless darkness, some of the party members choose to say a few words in memory of the priest.\n\nWhen the flames threaten to die down, Elthan I augments them with arcane fire until finally Sedryn's remans have been reduced to ash. Once the ashes have cooled, they are collected into one of Achkby's sacks, and then placed carefully into Lissa's haversack." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra watches as Sedryn's body burns. \"Maybe Elthan's right,\" she says. \"Maybe I was attacked in some way. I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow responsible for this. I don't remember anything, but...\" her voice trails off.\n\nAfter about a minute she continues. \"I can't think of any monster or assassin that would use a rock to kill someone. I'm the only one here who's unarmed... perhaps someone took control of me and forced me to do it, not knowing about my skills with martial arts.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Don't say such things...\" Darius says, standing between Aeroz and Sheyra. He has calmed down and begun to think again.\n\n The warmth of the fire... small comforts... a tiny slice of heaven in the pits of hell... why did I come here? Just along for the ride, like always? Ever since that one night... just along for the ride....\n\nIf there's anything this life, this hell has taught me, it's never become attached to anyone because when you lose them... you lose a part of yourself.\n\nI didn't become attached to Sedryn. I barely even knew the man all that well, but I could've stopped his death from happening.\nI could've stayed up the whole night, taken my watch with him, watched outside his room...\n\nSo many things I could've done, should've done. But now, I'm no longer along for the ride. Achkby, Aeroz, Sheyra, even Lissa and Hajih, hell, even Lumpy are here. There's no more carefree journeying, there's no more going off on my own... no more people dying because of me... \n\nThose nearby Darius can see his eyes shine for a second, maybe not even at all.\n\n All the people I've killed, all the people I've let be killed. Mother and father, the villagers, the raiders, the innocents, the wizard, my brother, that poor sucker we met on the way to Velprintalar, now Sedryn. If anyone in this party is to die, it'll be me... I'm the only one that deserves it. \n \"We should go now, there's no telling who has seen that fire.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, that is a horrible thing, a thumbing to the gods....\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Prisoner \n\nAt the conclusion of the ceremony for Sedryn, Trinark turns to Lissa. \"Miss Lissa will you please translate for me?\" \n\nTo the group, \"I am not a black-hearted soul like many of my kind. I simply seek freedom, from many things including the Underdark. I realize that seems rather strange coming from me. Perhaps one day I will be able to relate my whole story. Trust does not come easy, least of all for me. I still offer my assistance in guiding you safely to the Glimmersea, and beyond if you desire. You have nothing to fear from me. I await your decision...\" \n\n[OOC: I don't know if Trinark was re-bound during the walk to where Sedryn was cremated. However, he didn't do anything to cause suspicion.]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nIn Dwarfen, so possibly nobody else can understand (kinda spiteful)\n\n \"Lad, I dont fully trust yer. However, if you give your word now that you will do what we say, and can live with my sword point at your back should ye try to turn, you will be given yer freedom. Fair enough?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nOn finding no trails evident next to the body the druid was content to let the other s speak up and out but he kept a watchful eye on the newcomer.\nHe is unsure as to how he felt about the 'drow'. He remembered the healer collapsing before the altar but could not understand why he did so beyond the magic of the stone itself.\n\nHe did not utter a word as he observed the pinkskins carry their dead and watched the ceremony with curiosity and shock which he conveyed to no one.\n They honor their dead by burning them? \nWhen the others stepped forward to collect the ashes, he stepped forward to receive a portion but quickly stepped back and turned away to hide his confusion. Following the party at the back, his thoughts turn to the drow, noting the clothes he now wears and the lead he now takes.\n A place opens when needed, for this blackskin \n Now it leads us away to the haven the pinkskins seek \nHis eyes dart to Sheyra's back but settle back on the drow.\n The pinkskins have proven themselves. The strangers act like other pinkskins. This one's ways are unknown. None died in the night before it came \nHe clenches and unclenches his claws tightly.\n I am not such easy prey.. whatever foul magic you possess. Come hunt the hunter. I am harder game than pinkskin \nHe breaks into a run from where he had been standing, vanishing into the shadows behind the last party member." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \n\nThe white-haired sorceress eyes the drow sceptically, understanding his draconic speech:\n\n As I said before, we cannot trust you if you do not give us some information. However, I shall give you an opportunity to prove yourself since you do not want to win our trust by trusting us yourself. " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nAfter a thorough search of her hands and clothes, Sheyra is relieved to see that she doesn't have any blood on her. She shakes her head. \"The sooner we get out of here, the better,\" she says. \"It's been so long I can hardly remember why we came down here in the first place.\" Before anyone attempts to remind her, she continues. \"And I can't stand eating this fungus for much longer.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy watches the ceremony with a muted sobriety, though when all is said and done, he seems fairly quick to recover; while far from levity, he returns to his fairly neutral state, balancing the loss of a good companion against his continued desire to keep moving. He doesn't pay much notice to the talk surrounding the drow, the foreign tongues they speak above his notice in their unfamiliarity.\n\nHe glances at Sheyra as they speak, as if doubting the small girl capable of such an act, or of fighting in general (as he's never actually seen her fight, thanks to magical darkness. He shrugs it off, \" I'll eat yers if ya don't want it. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n During the ceremony... \n\nAs Sedryn's body is set aflame, Lissa allows herself to grieve. Kneeling before the pyre, the tiny rogue's body shakes with muted sobs. As the fire dwindles, she stands and looks up the shaft toward the sky. \"May Segojan guide you to your place by Lathander's side, Sedryn.\" Blowing her nose on a rag with a resounding honk, Lissa wipes her face and soberly accepts the bag of ashes.\n\n After the ceremony: \nAs is becoming common for her, Lissa translates Trinark's words into Common for those who don't speak Draconic. She nods in agreement with him. \"I think we should give Sedryn's clothing, armor, crossbow and bolts to Trinark. Sedryn was a generous soul... I believe he would have wanted this.\" \n\nLissa repeats her statement in Draconic for the drow. She automatically looks at him as she speaks, and a strange expression comes across her face. One can almost see the figurative candle lighting up over her head. \"Hey, I just thought of something! Trinark, the drow favor magics of illusion and darkness, don't they? The ones we encountered certainly used enough darkness spells! What if the kobold-spawn who left you on that altar decided to watch your death on their crystal ball for kicks, and saw that you got rescued? I bet they'd be pretty mad... and they'd want us to kill you for them!\" Lissa gestures animatedly, her speech getting faster. \"So we've got a pissed-off drow mage or two who want Trinark here dead, preferably in an ugly and painful fashion. If they're spying on us, they know some members of the party are likely to do just that given half a chance. They also know we've got a cleric who can cast detect evil and say for certain whether or not we can trust him. A frontal assault on a party our size is dangerous and costly, as we proved by squashing those accursed spider-things. So what does our drow mage do?\" The gnome smacks a fist into her palm. \"Stealth and treachery! Eliminate the cleric, probably by sneaking in under an illusion or invisibility spell, and hope that natural prejudices bring us to kill Trinark in the absence of proof that he's not evil!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan listens to Lissa's words thoughtfully.\n\nAs the party marches on toward the Glimmersea, Elthan converses with Achkby. \"Lissa might be on to something. Sedryn was planning to detect evil upon awakening. Perhaps someone among us did not want that to occur. If Sedryn had been able to cast his spell, then perhaps one of us would have been exposed as an imposter or fraud ...\n\n\"If we are being chased by assassins that can travel through the shadows, then of course we must take precautions so that we are not caught by surprise again. BUT, at the same time, we need to be on guard against treachery from within as well ...\"\n\n[hr]\nThe marching becomes easier as the passages widen into long galleries. A faint roar can be heard. Hajih is the first to recognize the sound, \"The Glimmersea! We must be getting close.\"\n\nThe smell of salt water becomes stronger the longer you march. Soon puddles of brackish water appear underfoot. The journey to the Sea is almost complete ...\n\n[hr]\nTrinark accepts the clothing and armor (having nothing else to wear). He fumbles awkwardly with the heavy crossbow however, clearly unfamiliar with its workings. Lumpy sighs and gives him some basic instructions. For safety, he suggests keeping the crossbow unloaded for now." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy's instructions are given stiffly, in a rough monotone. If anything, it sounds like he's repeating the lessons of a militia instructor by rote, calling them from memory. but as the saying goes, those that can't do, teach, and those that can't teach, become mercenaries, and Lumpy eventually gives up, \" Just watch where you point the blasted thing. Gods help you if you shoot me. \"\n\nLumpy seems otherwise conflicted at the signs of nearing the Glimmersea, weighing the chance of escaping the Underdark against the fact that his last redezvous with the underground ocean went rather badly. He intones a warning, \" Watch it, there's still a good chance fer more drow around here. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nHearing his words causes the druid to take a wary look all around. His eyes continue to rest on the drow. Seeing the 'hoo-mun' fighter guard the little pinkskin gladdens him but he says nothing about the now-armed drow. One skilled to kill while tied and bound in total silence wouldn't need a weapon to be any more dangerous. The lizardkin notes the unfamiliarity he wields it with.\n \n Dreams of a strange dagger killing us... seen by all \nHe scuffs out the few tracks that are left by the others and steps forward.\n Who does it come for next? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Indeed, \" replies Achkby to Elthan. \" Though the person I would worry about most would be your dragon-slayer... but honestly, I fear assault from the outside more than that coming from within this motley group. We both know that there are forces moving against these quests. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius keeps an eye out for Sheyra and every now and then casts a glare in Elthan's direction.\n\n Bastard... he knows too much... he talks too much... he's giving himself away. Treachery from within... I know who's the traitor here... \n\nDarius claps Hajih on the back. \"Hey, didn't turn out so bad after all, good job. Do you think we can eat the fish here? Are there any fish here? I could go for a seabass, that'd be heavenly.\" \n Should've gone hunting... damn I'm hungry. " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra raises an eyebrow upon hearing Elthan speak of the murder again.\n\n He knows something he's not telling us, she thinks. She casually slinks closer to him and attempts to search him for blood without him noticing.\n\nSense Motive +10\nSearch +0\nHide(?) check for him to not notice:+2" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan looks as suspiciously at Sheyra as she does at him. Sheyra is increasingly convinced that Elthan knows more than he is telling. She wonders what he has been confiding in Achkby along the way ...\n\nHer sidelong glances reveal that Elthan's robes are clean, free of bloodstains, though the hem of the robe is muddy and dusty as would be expected.\n\nElthan's hands, likewise, appear to be clean, soft and white. \"Scholar's hands,\" she thinks to herself.\n\n\n\nOOC: Just FYI, Elthan I is the original Elthan. Elthan II is the clone created by Elthan and Oden Homm. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy remains near the drow, casting a watchful eye upon him, though there is no real wariness or suspicion in his glance. It is as if arming and armoring him has lessened the orcs suspicions, rather than the other way around.\n\nEventually, he drifts away from the drow, incongruously (for an orc) slipping closer to Lissa. The short orc stoops slightly, waving a hand towards the drow, and murmuring a few words hopefully too low to carry far, \" He may not know how ta use a crossbow, but shadow killers ain't traditionally trained fer wearing heavy mail. \" That said, he drifts back towards his original position, as if nothing had happened. Subtlety is clearly not his strong point.\n\n(OOC: Whether you hear him or not, I leave up to you.. anyone with a decent listen score probably could, Lumpy's not a great whisperer.)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark passively observes the group, his hands clasped behind him. He occasionally tugs at the Heavy Crossbow slung across his back.\n\nTrinark turns to Lumpy, \"What does everyone keep arguing about? I haven't given anyone cause to doubt me, have I? The warrior fellow there (gesturing to Darius) still seems rather agitated.\" \n\nTrinark will remain quiet unless someone asks something of him." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy manages a lopsided smirk, revealing his full set of yellowed fangs, \" Hell, they're always arguing about something. Call it politics, I don't have the stomach for it, so I usually just ignore it. \"\n\nDespite this, he seems as concerned with keeping an eye on the others as he does the drow, Don't look like it'll be much longer before they start killing each other, and then the murder will be the least of our problems. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Sure nobody has a shot of ale left?\" Darius says, looking around at the various party members.\n\n \"And will someone teach that damn drow how to speak Common?\" \n If I live to get out of here, I'll spend the rest of my life as a drunk! Seems fun enough... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa has been padding along in silence, playing rearguard with crossbow loaded and ready. A sharp-eyed glance back would reveal that the rogue is frowning and her brow is furrowed, as in thought. Indeed, Lissa is thinking as she goes along, analyzing the words and actions of her comrades for the past several days. Something teases at her mind... something that seemed a bit odd at the time...\n\nWhen Lumpy sidles over to give her his message, Lissa doesn't say anything. She simply looks him in the eye and nods deliberately. Great good gods, could he BE any more obvious if he tried? She tries to see if anyone took particular notice of Lumpy's whisper, already concocting excuses if anyone asks about it. He might as well have hung a big red sign around his neck that said \"Hi, I'm being sneaky!\" \n\nOnce the half-orc leaves, Lissa goes back to thinking... and to one of her current favorite pastimes, watching Achkby from behind. However, this time the otherwise pleasant sight triggers a memory. \"I admire the blue dragons most...\" Grandpa had a rhyme about dragons. 'Color of jewels, run away! Color of metal, safe to stay.' Blue is a jewel color. I think I'll ask the lizardkin about dragons when we stop. He's got almost as much of an honor thing going as Thokk does, if he killed someone they'd be awake while he did it. \n\n\n(OOC: When they stop, Lissa will ask Ssathiya a bunch of questions about the different dragon varieties, especially those that use electricity. If anyone asks why she's so interested all of a sudden, she'll just kind of blush and mumble about how she wanted to impress Achkby. ;) )" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Gods, what I wouldn't give for one of my fathers Teleportation spells. This damn place seems to be bringing the worst out of a lot of us. \"\n\nAeroz pulls out a bolt from his case and fiddles with it.\n\n\" Drow, before you were brought to that alter, did you hear anything about three women being captured? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by HempRope \n \" I fear assault from the outside more than that coming from within this motley group. \" \n \n\nElthan continues his conversation with Achkby.\n\n\"Perhaps you are right, but something else has been bothering me ...\n\n\"Sethra guided us to his hidden tower. When we followed his directions, we found a portal guarded by a demon, which we barely defeated, and the portal led us here. The demon was defeated only through the use of holy and blessed weapons ...\n\n\"There was no sign of Sethra at the tower, but we know that Sethra's original body was destroyed, and we know that he survives by inhabiting or possessing the body of others.\n\n\"I am beginning to suspect that he lured us to the tower because he was unable to pass the demon sentry himself in his current form. If I am right, my group might have inadvertently opened the way for him to travel through the portal himself.\n\n\"If Sethra followed us through the portal , then he could very well be nearby stalking us, if he hasn't already taken possession of one of our bodies ...\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nOne Elthan picks up from the other.\n\"... And if he has taken possesion of one of our bodies, how can we tell? Can he withhold his personality and hide behind one of us as a mask? Can he leave freely from body to body or must his vassel be dead first? Can he affect us without a body, have killed Sedryn without a body, lifting a rock by force of will 'than strength of arms? Can he be following behind us now, listening in on our plans, hiding in one of our shadows?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, I dont think that be too likely. The portal told us Noone but Sertha could enter, and when we werent Sertha, the evil one appeared, WHICH WE KILLED\"\n\nThinks Hard\n\n\"Though Sertha did, If I remember, project his voice once, could he have done it again?\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy glances at Darius, snorting, \" Just so ya know.. Down here? Yer the ones who can't speak common. He ain't got any more reason ta know surface common than ya do undercommon. \" He pauses, letting that set in, \" And ya don't speak undercommon, now do ya? It ain't that easy. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa's eyes grow wider and wider as she listens to the Elthans speculate. \"Gods preserve us!\", she blurts out. \"If this creepy undead body-snatching necromancer is hopping around bodies like stepping-stones, we are seriously up the Styx, people!\" Shivering reflexively, she peers suspiciously at everyone. \"Okay, no personal offense here to anyone. But I am staying the hells away from everybody until we figure out what's going on here. The very last thing I want is to wake up one day with a sadistic sorcerer in my skull! So don't touch me, don't get near me unless I'm dying or something.\" Lissa repeats this in Draconic for Trinark." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn seems to ignore Lissa's statement about staying away from everyone and drops back to talk to her. Carefully making sure Thokk can't hear him, he begins conversing with her in gnome. \"I'm sure we told you about Sethra. He did possess one of our friends, but he always seemed to have a gem with him. I think we should do a little searching for the gem. The only problem is if we got caught, then they'd think we were evil. You also need a reason to leave rearguard. I think you should search my group and I should search your group. Pay close attention to the Elthans, Sethra would want a body close to his original, which was human. So, do you want to try?\" As a token of trust, Fizahn gives Lissa his pack if she wants to search it for the gem and empties any belt pouches and pockets." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nAfter listening to Lissa's comments, Trinark speaks up (in Draconic and Undercommon). \"Is it possible that this \"Sethra\" person possessed your Cleric without your knowledge? I wonder if there could have been some sort of internal conflict going on if he was possessed? Especially if \"Sethra\" was as evil as you describe, related to the \"goodness\" of a Cleric of Lathander. Perhaps rather than going mad or injuring someone in your group, Sedryn took his own life? That would fit the facts...\" \n\n[OOC: Anyone remember the Detect Magic Sedryn cast and his head almost exploded? Was it really the altar he sensed, or something else?]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa eyes Fizahn suspiciously, but looks like she's considering his words. She replies quietly, also keeping an eye out for Thokk. \"A gem, you say? What kind? I know Lumpy got a weird black gem off one of the driders, and one of the Elthans said it was magic.\" \n\nSince Fizahn gave her his things to search, Lissa does the same (still not standing too close), including her quiver and all belt pouches. She also turns out a couple concealed pockets in her cloak, revealing a few coins and a vial labeled 'CURE MOD.' but no gems. \"The backpack is actually a handy haversack, so there's a lot more stuff in there than you'd think. No gems to my knowledge, though. Oh, and... and try not to disturb this sack too much, please? It's got Sedryn's ashes in it.\" Clearing her throat, Lissa quickly and efficiently searches Fizahn's gear." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc remains a touch aloof from the others, an otherwise impassive scowl set scross his face, though from what he's gleaned from the the conversations of the others, he can't be all that happy, \" I don't know who the Hell they've been crossing paths with, but I really wish I wasn't one of them. \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTo Lumpy, with a smirk, \" I am starting to wonder if I should have taken my chances with the Driders?\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nHearing all of the different, unfamiliar tongues flying around her, Sheyra smiles for the first time since the funeral and shakes her head in mild exasperation. \"When we get out of here,\" she says, \"Someone remind me to learn more about languages.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Princess has a point. We need to find some common language that we can all speak. All this repeating and going back and forth in all of these different tongues makes my head spin. I figure we should at least teach the drow common. My elven is a little rusty, as is my orc, and my goblin. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Well, this is getting more and more confusing by the second then, isn't it? First stalking shadows then how such a heterogenous group is going to communicate. Lets just find out what collective languages we share and just use those. Trinark knows both Draconic and Undercommon at the least, and Lumpy knows common orc and undercommon. So for Trinark to speak to the group majority, he would use draconic. To speak to lumpy he would use undercommon, and lumpy would use surface common to speack to the group at large. Tell me what languages you all know and I can try to figure out in what manner we shall all communicate to each other.\nI wont be too suprised if we end up making symbols with our fingers to speak to each other with all the wild languages we know.\"\n\n(OOC: to eliminate clutter here, pm it to me and I'll post what Elthan replies in the OOC)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs, waving at the crossbow slung across Trinark's back, \" Yer welcome ta teach him if ya like. I already did my teaching fer the day. \"\n\nThe short orc turns back away, \" Not like you'll have him speaking tolerably by tomorrow anyway. I wouldn't get too far ahead'a ourselves. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nHaving finished her search of Fizahn's belongings (and complimented him on his excellent magical 'short sword'), Lissa turns to the rest of the group. \"I don't know about the rest of you, but since it seems we're going to be down here a while, I'd like to learn the local version of Common. How about it, Trinark? I'll trade you lessons in surface Common.\" As usual when addressing the drow, she repeats in Draconic.\n\n Trinark is about the only one of us with a solid alibi for Sedryn's murder, seems how he was all tied up at the time. Hmm... and now that I think about it, that was an awfully big rock the murderer used. Would Achkby have been able to use it effectively? Probably not, and neither would Fizahn. So that lets them out. A rock... who in the Nine Hells uses a frigging ROCK to kill somebody? We've all got weapons, and we were all just in a fight, so everyone had a valid excuse for blood on their weapon. Wait... IS everybody armed? Lissa looks carefully at everyone in the party. Everybody including the spellcasters is armed- except Sheyra.\n\nLissa chokes down a gasp. Great Baravar Cloakshadow on a polka-dot mule! Could this be what the dream was about? The gnome clears her throat to get the party's attention, then points her crossbow squarely in Sheyra's direction. \"If I'm wrong about this, Sheyra, I apologize in advance. But if I'm not wrong, I don't want to get killed. Everyone, I think Sheyra might be our possessed one. It's the dream- the shadow could have been Sethra. And the murder weapon. Why would you use a rock, unless you usually use your hands to fight and didn't want to have blood on them the next morning? I've been informed that Sethra always had an unusual gem on his person, so Sheyra, if you'd kindly remove any magical items, turn your pockets out and let us inspect your backpack and belt pouches...\" She turns toward Achkby and the lizardkin, crossbow still aimed at Sheyra. \"Have you got a detect magic handy, Achkby? Or you, honored druid?\" \n\n\n(OOC: Dun dun dunnnn! Now we see if I'm right or humiliated...)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn slaps his forehead and has a very annoyed look on his face as Lissa accuses Sherya. He then mutters something quietly into her ear so Thokk can't hear as attention shifts toward them. \"I meant for it to be a quiet search. If you just announce it, then Sethra might have time to hide the gem. No, I don't know how, but he could! I'm not entirely sure the gem is magic, truthfully, but he did use it to store his soul, I'm just not sure if it has any enchantments on it. Also, I really doubt Sethra would posses a female. And doesn't your dream take place on the surface?\" \n \n Fizahn takes off his cloak and lays it on the ground with his \"short sword.\" \"While you're at it, you might as well search everyone with detect magic. Not to point any fingers, but I think Sethra, if he even did posses one of us, would posses Hajih, Darius, or one of the Elthans.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Lissa levels her crossbow at Sheyra, the young monk steps back into a defensive stance, her hands raised protectively.\n\nIn a flash, the lizardkin druid steps in front of Sheyra. His eyes are dark as he glares at Lissa. The others stand helplessly by unsure of which side to take.\n\nIn order to break the impasse, Achkby agrees to scan the party for any magical auras. \"Any objections? No? OK, here we go ...\"\n\n[hr]\nOne by one, the party members take turns placing down their weapons, potions, and scrolls on Fizahn's cloak, then they step back to be \"scanned\". Achkby concentrates on each person, probing for any magical auras ...\n\nMany of you seem to have no magical auras at all, including the lizardman, Darius, Hajih, Fizahn, and Trinark. Linda, Thokk, and the Elthans radiate faint abjuration, presumably from their protective magic items.\n\nLissa's backpack radiates moderate conjuration. Thokk and Aeroz radiate faint transmutation. Elthan II has some moderate conjuration auras as well as a faint aura of illusion.\n\nThe strongest aura comes from Lumpy's gem, however Achkby has trouble getting on a fix on exactly what kind of magic the stone is radiating.\n\nSheyra, the initial object of suspicion, radiates faint abjuration. She holds up her magic ring of protection . \"Satisfied?\" she asks acidly.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: OK, someone is going to pay for making me look up all of those magical auras ... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark watches the \"test\" run its course, with casual interest. When the findings are announced he doesn't look very surprised.\n\nHe speaks up in Draconic, \"Are any of you able to detect EVIL? Especially perhaps on the stone that Lumpy found? That seems to be the most suspicious item to me...it came from a Drider , right?\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"I already searched myself for any evidence of having commited the murder,\" Sheyra says, still a little hurt by the accusation. She continues,\"I think the wisest course of action right now might be for Lumpy to get rid of that gem. We don't know that it had anything to do with this, but then again, we don't know that the attack came from withing this group either.\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nAbsorbed as he was in watching the back and the drow i front of him, the suggestion by the big-nose female or gno-me as Fiz-an had taught him went over his head.\n\nWhen the thought that his prey may be right under his nose sunk in, his pupils dilated rapidly from the shock. It was only when the gnome pointed the little one out as the culprit that his expression darkened.\n No sense does it make for the hunted to BE the bait..Feh.. but the stranger ..could..could it be SEthra!? \nHe swithches his dark look from the gnome to the drow openly, an expression of frustration replacing one of disbelief when he is revealed to not have any magical aura.\nHe moves away from Sheyra's side when hes senses the hostility to her diminish and watches the others wordlessly quarrel with the half-orc. Lizardkin did not value baubles and trinkets so he saw little worth in the jewel but did not express his distaste when it was revealed to be strongly magical. He did push Sheyra gently away from the half-orc with an outstretched hand." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa is now blushing fiercely, creating a rather odd effect with her natural olive complexion. She quickly puts the crossbow away. \"I'm SO sorry! Honest! I thought for sure... okay, I'll just shut up now.\" Looking completely mortified, the gnome goes back to rearguard.\n\n Well, THAT definitely qualifies as one of my all-time most spectacular screwups. Nice job, Lissa. Now that you've cried 'wolf', even if you do discover Sethra's victim nobody will believe you! Oh, and you've alienated one of the only other girls here as well, who happens to be a good person. Really nice job. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "(OOC:After Lumpy's thoughts on undercommon being common down here)\n\n Darius \n \"Well, he won't be able to live down here much longer with the drow chasing him, so I suggest someone who knows his language teach him.\" Darius says with a shrug.\n\nWatching Lissa accuse Sheyra he seems ready to jump in but holds back at the sight of the lizardman. He waits patiently while Achkby casts his spell.\n\n Waste o' time, waste o' time, waste o 'time. \n\nDarius will head behind Lissa as rearguard. \"That wasn't the wisest of actions back there... but I suppose I understand how you feel.\" Darius says with a sigh.\n\n There is no way in hell I'm letting her take the rearguard, that was completely insane. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Arriving at the Glimmersea is strangely anti-climactic. The passageway opens onto a shale beach, and there it is ...\n\nDark water stretches away as far as the eye can see. Small waves crash onto the rocky shore creating phosphorescent foam. Luminescent crystals in the soaring, vaulted ceiling create the illusion of a vast field of stars above, which is reflected in the black Sea below, so that when you stare out toward the horizon, it is as almost as if you are adrift in an endless night sky. The effect is mildly disorienting.\n\nThe gentle glow from the sea foam and the \"stars\" above allow even unassisted human eyes, dark adapted after days or weeks of travel through the Underdark, to see somewhat. The level of light is probably as low as that in a moonless night up on the surface, but to your weary party, the absence of total darkness is surprisingly refreshing.\n\nRounded black stones crunch underfoot as you spread out along the shoreline. It stretches to your left and to your right seemingly indefinitely. A cliff rises up behind you, punctuated at irregular intervals with caves or tunnel entrances, much like the one the party just exited from.\n\nThe end of the \"day\" has arrived. Trinark, Hajih, and Lumpy scout out some shelter, choosing a large cave that appears to be above the markings representing high tide. The cave opening is wide, but difficult to access, making it fairly easily defensible.\n\nWater is plentiful, but the last of the rations are consumed, including the dried mushrooms. Perhaps more concerning is the prospect of another \"night\" in which a hidden threat might manifest itself ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy keeps himself typically seperate from the accusations, taking neither side. He does seem rather irritated by the holdup, but keeps his tongue up until the suggestions come that he give up his gem, \" Yeah, right.. I knocked it out fair and square. I keep it \"\n\nHe pauses, musing for a moment, \" Incidently, anyone recognize the word 'kryzyklyk'? It might be important. \" He repaeats the question in undercommon for Trinark, but as usual, he refrains from elaborating further." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As soon as the word leaves Lumpy's lips, a ripple of force expands outward, encompassing the entire party.\n\nLissa, Fizahn, Achkby, Hajih, and Lumpy himself are unaffected. Everyone else collapses to the ground clutching their ears in agony.\n\nAs they stagger to their feet, Thokk, Darius, the lizardman, and Linda seem disoriented. Thokk begins to run away down the shore towards the water. Linda gropes for her staff, then charges at Lumpy, eyes wild with horror. Darius and the lizardman babble incoherently.\n\nSheyra, Trinark, the Elthans, and Aeroz shake their heads in confusion. They've been deafened by the softly spoken word ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nLissa stays quiet during the trek to the Glimmersea and subsequent campsite setup, only commenting once on how lovely the Glimmersea is. She sets up her bedroll near Trinark's. Of everyone here, I think he's probably least likely to hold a grudge. Kind of ironic... the dark elf is the only non-murder suspect, and the only person who will probably tolerate my company after that little fiasco earlier. Glancing toward Achkby, Lissa winces. And what must Achkby think? He really is nice, and intelligent, and handsome... and I made a total fool of myself in front of him. She sighs and digs out her waterskins and slender pouch of rations. No use sobbing over a collapsed tunnel. I just have to keep digging and move on. \n\nTurning to Trinark, the gnome offers one of her small waterskins. \"Hey Trinark, want some water? I know it's not much for a tall-folk, but it's better than nothing.\" She glances at the sparkling Glimmersea. \"There's an awful lot of water there, but is it safe to drink?\" \n\nJust as she gets done talking, Lumpy utters what seems to be (quite literally) the magic word. Lissa looks on in confusion and horror as what seems like half the party go berserk. \"What in the Nine Hells... Thokk! Get back here, you fool! You'll drown in that armor! Somebody catch him, I'm not strong enough to restrain a dwarf!\" Stepping up to Darius, she yanks on his cloak until he bends over, then proceeds to slap the babbling man in the face. \"Stop that! We need you!\" \n\n\n(EDIT: Simulpost. :-/ )" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc looks rather shocked himself, but manages a faint smirk, \" Well that's.. handy \"\n\nHis expression does darken into a scowl as half the party seems to lose their mind, \" Sorta.. up until they kill me anyway \"\n\nHe sets into motion, muttering \" Guess this needs fixing now.. \"\n\n(OOC: Well, crap. Lumpy will try and trip Linda if she gets in range, but refrain from followup attacks (so as to not actually hurt her), and then try to chase thokk down.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn is quit the rest of the way to the Glimmersea. He spends the time as rearguard with Lissa and Darius. Once they get to the Glimmersea, he looks at it confused. How are we going to cross it, if that's even what we want to do? He begins setting up his bedroll when Lumpy utters the weird word. He stands up and looks at the confusion for a brief second. \"I don't think you should ever say that again! Lumpy go after Thokk! I'll try to stop Lissa! Achkby if you have any spells that could help me use them!\" Fizahn immediately rushes at Linda and springs onto her, trying to hold her down.\n\nOOC: Grapple -1... Damn..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz grasps his ears in confusion. He sees peoples lips moving, but he cant hear what they are saying.\n\n[OOC: When I was a child, I had a fever. My hand felt just like two balloons. I am so sorry, I had to do that. If any of you do get that, you get a cookie. Incidentally, this is the third weird thing that has happened to Aeroz. First filth fever, then petrification, and now deafening. The abuse keeps coming and coming.]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra yells ridiculously loudly, \"Whatever that was, don't do it again!\" She is holding her head like something just exploded inside of it." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark spends a few moments leaning against the wall and trying to clear his head. Hoping the effect, like many, is only temporary. He looks around to see how the rest of the group is doing. When he sees Linda charging Lumpy, he staggers in that direction to see if he can assist." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan runs up and helps Errikin hold down Linda.\n\n Well, looks like lumpy found the command word. Once this is over though, I dont imagine he'll be speaking any words. \n\n(OOC: I believe I have +1 to grapple.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Sorry, I've been gone, I've been in a workshop these last two days. I thought I'd have time to post Friday after classes & before I went,m but it turned out it was starting earlier than I epected.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby does not take part in the accusations, but obligingly scans everyone else for magic at Lissa's request. He shakes his head a bit at her sudden spurt of paranoia, but says nothing.\n We all have our quirks, I suppose. She's normally really nice, too, but I guess... well, these are hard times. \n\n[hr]\nHe remains silent as they pad along through the dark, lost in his own thoughts.\n We're destroying ourselves down here... if not each other. We had better find some way out of here soon... \n\n[hr]\nAs Lumpy says the odd word, Achkby calmly answers him, \" No. \"\nThen, seeing his companions collapse. He stares around for a moment, bewildered.\n\nThen, seeing four of the group in trouble and only half of everyone else unaffected, he comes to a quick decision.\n\n I've got to do something! But what? These are my friends! \n\nAs everyone springs to restrain Linda, Achkby doges away from them, and spies Thokk, apparently set on self-destruction.\n\" Thokk! Stop! \"\n\n Maybe I can slow him down. Though if my spell works and he gets to the water, he's in trouble. \n\nHe hurriedly begins a low chant, and makes some slow circular gestures. An undulating ray of dull burgundy energy springs from between his palms and quickly squirms through the air towards Thokk.\n\n[OOC]Casting Ray of Enfeeblement . +5 to hit.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda swings wildly at Lumpy who neatly sidesteps and trips Linda with his foot. Fizahn and Elthan leap onto Linda, restraining her as best they can. She fights with maniacal energy, but Fizahn and Elthan manage to keep her from hurting herself as they pin her to the ground. Elthan, still deafened, loudly comments, \"Well that was interesting!\"\n\nMeanwhile, Thokk is running for the Glimmersea as fast as his stubby little legs will take him. Achkby's ray strikes him in the back. Thokk stumbles, but continues to flee with as much speed as he can muster. Lumpy (seeing Linda safely restrained) sprints after him, hoping to catch the dwarf before he drowns himself." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"MUST GET AW AY FROM THE EVIL! THE EVIL WILL DESTROY USE ALL! QUICK, IF WE GET INTO THE PORTAL WE WILL BE SAFE \n\nThokk is screecing in a cacaphony of all languages he knows, and a few he is making up" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, rogue \n\nDarius seems oblivious to the slap, so Lissa lets him go. Looking around, she sees that the wild-eyed spellcaster has been restrained, but Thokk is still heading for the water, albeit at a slower speed. Lissa races after him as fast as her short legs will carry her.\n\n Hope he doesn't just drag me into the water after him... maybe if I hit him behind the knees... \n\n\n(OOC: If she can catch up with him, Lissa will try and help Lumpy stop Thokk, probably by tackling Thokk behind the knees. If Lumpy gets there first, she'll offer a helping hand and rope to tie him up until he regains his senses.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk splashes ankle deep into the Sea, then turns around just in time to see Lumpy rushing for him. Eyes wild, Thokk takes a mighty swing with his fist (having left his sword on the ground back in the cave). Lumpy leans back and lets the haymaker fly past. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way, he thinks to himself.\n\nThe half-orc and dwarf circle each other in the shallow water.\n\n\"YOU WON'T TAKE ME ALIVE YOU MAGGOTY ORC!!!\" screams Thokk, spittle flying ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk vs Lumpy, for bragging rights and 500 XP ... \n Initiative \nThokk: 24 (18 + 6)\nLumpy: 6 (6 + 0)\n\n Round 1 \nThokk misses with a 12 (4 + 5).\n\n Current HP \nThokk: 51 (deafened, confused, 6 STR damage)\nLumpy: 31" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc doesn't look entirely displeased at this turn of events, raising his arms defensively as he moves to approach to dwarf once more. he leaves his flail at his belt, this becoming a matter of pride. Besides, the others would probably get angry if he actually hurt the dwarf.\n\nAbruptly, he sloshes forward, one leg shooting out, followed by a high hit, an attempt to knock the dwarf over.\n\n(OOC: Lumpy will trade 1 BAB into expertise, and then try to step up and trip Thokk (and kick him if he goes down):\n\n+7 to hit, +8 on the opposed str check)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy closes in for the throw, but Thokk is as immovable as a block of granite. Lumpy pays for his rashness as Thokk's gauntleted fist smashes into his nose. The half-orc smells and tastes the metallic tang of blood as it begins to trickle down his upper lip ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nLumpy attempts trip (no AoO) hitting with a 16 (9 + 7). Opposed STR checks: Thokk 23 (19 + 4) vs Lumpy 14 (6 + 4 + 4). Trip is unsuccessful. Opposed STR checks: Thokk 13 (9 + 4) vs Lumpy 23 (15 + 4 + 4). Thokk's countertrip is unsuccessful.\n\n Round 2 \n\nThokk hits with a natural 20 (confirmed critical with natural 19) for 5 points of damage.\n\n Current HP \nThokk: 51 (deafened, confused, 6 STR damage)\nLumpy: 26 (31 - 5)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc mutters a myriad of curses in orcish, his tongue flicking out briefly at the tasste of blood. After a moment, he drops his arms into a lower position, opting to just swing away at thook in a properly orcish fashion.\n\n(OOC: Drop expertise, and just try and hit him, at +8\n\nEdit: If it's not too late, I'd rather try tripping him again, but if you rather no take-backs, I'll try next round instead.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'Moradin purple wobble goose bump fizz!' \n\nOOC: Hrm, well this certainly is strange. Well, it will be fun if nothing else.\n\nJust as a point of interest, doesnt Thokks gauntlet do 1d3+3 points of damage? So, He had to have done at least 8 points of damage to lumpy... Either way, I dont think Thokk is gonna be doing alot besides flailing around..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa skids to a halt as Lumpy gets to Thokk first. She watches first in shock, then with a smirk. Dwarf vs. half-orc, this ought to be good! All I need now is some mead and roasted nuts. \"Woo, go Lumpy! Smack that dwarf! So, bets anyone?\" She looks back at the rest of the group. \"Need any help with Linda there? I've got rope if you want to tie her up until the magic wears off.\" \n\n\n(OOC: Sorry, SD, couldn't resist. :D )" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nAeroz sits down and puts his pinky in his ear. If it hurts, then something is most definitely wrong. After doing so, he runs towards Thokk and Lumpy, rapier and main gauche drawn to try and break up the fight." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra just stands in one place, looking bewildered until she sees the fight. She runs over to help, but Thokk's hard punch in Lumpy's face make her hesitate." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy grabs Thokk by the shoulders and, kicking his feet out from under him, sends Thokk crashing into the surf. Lumpy kicks Thokk in the gut for good measure as he goes down.\n\nThokk tries to get up, but Lumpy keeps knocking him down into the Sea. For a moment, it looks like Lumpy is going to drown the dwarf, until Aeroz (his ears still ringing) gets in between them shouting, \"BREAK IT UP! BREAK IT UP!\"\n\nThe two combatants separate. Lumpy wipes his bloody nose while Thokk sits in the surf catching his breath.\n\nEventually, everyone comes to their senses, and hearing gradually returns to those who were deafened by the word of chaos .\n\n[hr]\nIt has been a crazy \"day\" and everyone is exhausted. The fatigue is tempered by uncertainty and fear however. With Sedryn's death fresh in everyone's mind, no one is eager to be the first to fall asleep ...\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nLumpy attempts trip with an 18 (10 + 8). Opposed STR checks: Lumpy 22 (14 + 4 + 4) vs Thokk 12 (9 + 4). Thokk is tripped. Lumpy follows up with a melee attack, hitting with an 18 (10 + 8) for 6 (2 + 4) damage.\n\n Round 3 \n\nThokk gets up. Lumpy's AoO misses (natural 1). Thokk's attack misses (natural 1). Lumpy attempts trip with a 13 (5 + 8). Opposed STR checks: Lumpy 16 (8 + 4 + 4) vs Thokk 9 (5 + 4). Thokk is tripped. Lumpy follows up with a melee attack, missing with a natural 2.\n\n Current HP \nThokk: 45 (51 - 6) (deafened, confused, 6 STR damage)\nLumpy: 26" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \n SEMUANYA!! what just happened... \nThe lizardman is sitting on the floor, a dull throbbing headache replacing the hazy cloud of confusion that had begun to clear.\n\nGroaning softly he slumps against a wall and rests. His mind for a moment free from the worries of his tribe, Sethra and the little pinkskin youngling.\n \n If the orckin ..ever.does that again....I will feed it...the..... \nHis thoughts fall apart as he drifts off." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Aw, god dammit!\" Darius swears, slamming his hand into the sand. \"My head hurts...\" he groans.\n\n Lumpy you idiot... \n\nHe kicks around dust for a bit, then calls everyone to attention.\n \"Okay, here's the sleeping plan... everyone get in a circle, fairly close together. Even you, anti-social lizardman. We won't be sleeping against the walls, but in the middle of this beach. I know being in the open seems unsafe, but if our enemies can't walk through walls we will have to take a few risks. Now, a member from each party will be awake at all times, watching from opposite ends of the circle.\n\nThose on guard will make sure to watch eachother as well as all the party members. Watch one will go to Aeroz and Elthan. Watch two goes to Sheyra, and Elthan II. The third watch will be taken by Achkby and the Lizardman. The fourth by Lissa and Linda. The fifth by Fizahn and Lumpy. The sixth, Hajih and Thokk. The seventh, the drow and me. Yes, I know it's not the wisest of ideas, but I'm willing to give it a shot, either the drow takes a watch or someone else has to take two.\" \n\nDarius walk past Aeroz with a quick whisper. \"Keep a close eye on him.\" \n\n((Yes, I know circles don't have ends, but Darius hasn't taken geometry.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Fighter \n\nBlood still running down his face, Lumpy scowls, his farmhand's drawl buried beneath the brogue of a clogged nose, \" Damned Dwarb brode my nobe. \"\nHe snorts tremendously clearing a blockage of blood and pleghm in a graphic spray.\n\nHe makes his way out of the surf, attempting to realign his nose between gritted fangs and soft hisses of pain. However, since the oft-broken cartilage wasn't straight to begin with, all he ends up with when he is done, is yet another kink amidst his face. Despite this, when he sits down, he doesn't seem throughly displeased. He grunts noncommittally at the split of watches, still speaking a bit nasally, \" Fine. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan looks at Darius in disbelief.\n\n\"Are you seriously suggesting that we sleep out here in the open? Our torches are probably visible for leagues in any direction. I have no doubt that those driders or worse would be drawn straight to us like moths to a flame. Even if we put out the lights and slept out on the beach in the dark, this would be a completely indefensibly location ...\n\n\"Those of you that want to sleep out here on the beach are welcome to, but I for one am joining the lizardman in the cave. Bogeyman or no bogeyman ...\"\n\nElthan crunches off across the beach towards the cave." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "((I didn't know there was a cave!))\n\n \"Well to the cave it is... and no lights. Though I think the driders are the least of our problems.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halflfing Sorcerer \n\n\" No lights? You certainly are insane. Without lights, anything can sneak up on us. Because most of us can't see in the dark. \"\nHe goes after Eltahn and the lizardman to the cave, shaking his head." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A compromise is struck and a single everburning torch is placed on the ground as the party gathers in the cliff cave.\n\nThe perimeter of the cave is examined in minute detail by Fizahn to be sure there will be no surprises (at least no conventional ones).\n\nThokk, Lumpy, and the lizardman occasionally peer out the opening of the cave into the darkness. It would be difficult for an enemy to sneak up on the cave, given the noise generated by walking on the pebbly beach.\n\n[hr]\nThere is one last surprise for the party. As everyone digs into their backpacks for the last of the rations, they discover cookies carefully wrapped in waxy paper at the bottom of the backpacks.\n\nThokk, Fizahn, and Linda find oatmeal cookies. The Elthans discover identical ginger snap cookies in their packs. The members of the other party discover chocolate chip cookies in their packs. The lizardman discovers an extremely unusual cookie in his pack - it appears to be two chocolate wafers with a sweet white creamy filling in between them.\n\nThere is no obvious explanation for the mysterious appearance of the cookies. Perhaps they were a side effect of the word of chaos spoken by Lumpy?\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Cookies courtesy of Muzzleflash ... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\nReaching into his pack, Aeroz finds the cookie, and his mouth begins to water. He takes a chomp out of it and savours the taste of real food .\n\nAfter finishing the morsel, Aeroz poses the question:\n\n\" What in the infinite layers of the abyss did you say Lumpy? Cause whatever it is, do not say it again. I've been infected with filth fever, petrified, polymorphed and forced to stay gods know how long in the underdark, and now I end up temporarily deaf. I dont know what else that damn word does, and I dont intend to find out. \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra looks thoroughly confused by the appearence of the cookie in her bag. Maybe it's the weeks in the Underdark, or maybe it's the cookies' sudden appearence, but she seems highly suspicious and holds up the sugary treat, unwilling to eat it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz finds the cookie delicious." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa squeals with delight upon discovering her cookie, gloom temporarily forgotten. \"COOKIEEE! Great good gods, real food! But what's this brown stuff?\" A tiny taste of one of the odd dark-brown bits proves them to be extremely unusual, but delicious like nothing Lissa has ever tasted. Humming a jaunty drinking song, Lissa pulls out a waterskin and savors her treat slowly, evidently having no qualms about eating a chaos-produced cookie. As she did before Lumpy's accidental gem activation, she offers Trinark some of her water." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nIn Disbelif...\n \"Oatmeal? Ach, this be interestin.... \n\nOOC: Aww, fight didnt finish. O well, Thokk was as a slight disadvangate, its probally for the better.\n\nJust a random note....\nI actually had a +1 to hit Lumpy, due to I hate Orcs. Wouldnt make any differnt, but o well\n\nGood fight Drake" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark observes the rest of the group munching away at their cookies. In a very deliberate fashion, Trinark lays out the cookies on the paper. He breaks each of the cookies into 4 equal quarters. He takes his time eating only 2 of the quarters, he then carefully rewraps the cookies and stores them carefully back in his backpack.\n\nWhen he glaces up and sees the quizzical looks from the group, he explains in Draconic: \"I have been in many situations before where this much food had to last me for a tenday or more. It has become second nature to conserve as much as possible.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"These little things... they seems like tiny chips... apparently of processed cocoa beans... interesting... I think I'll call them chocolate chips. Delicious!\" he says, shoving the entire thing into his mouth at once, spraying crumbs everywhere. Once he's done he picks up and eats the crumbs from the ground, taking a bit of sand in the process.\n\n Darius my good man, you are a bloody genius. \n\n((I think Darius slowly losing his sanity will be quite fun to roleplay... :)))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc flicks a glance at Aeroz, the sligtest bit of incredulity crossing his features, \" Oh, sure, the word was- \" He stops deliberately short, pausing a moment to let it settle in, \" Ya sure ya wanna know? \"\n\nHe seems pleased to find the cookie, but packs it away resolutely.\n\n It'll be better in the morning, when I'm REALLY hungry. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nCuriosity more than hunger prompts the druid to unwrap the waxy bundle. He is intrigued to find strange rations in the shape of perfect circles in them. He sniffs them only to find a strange new odour and on noting a thin white layer of paste inside, gingerly peels the black sides to reveal the white paste.\n\nHe then obeys the sudden compulsion to lick the paste.\n\nThe explosion on his tongue causes him to shiver uncontrollably and make unintelligble noises of clear enjoyment. He smiles beautifically at the others around him causing many shocked looks and a few of surprised amusement.\n\nHe stares sadly at the plain black husks before popping them into his mouth, enjoying the grainy sweet taste.\n .....mmmm...why do I feel that I should dip them into something first...? \nHe keeps the rest for the morning." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at his cookies suspiciously. There's no possible way these could be here short of magic. Could they be poisoned? As he's thinking about the cookies, he feels the sharp pangs of hunger. He finishes fishing the last of his rations out of his pack. I'll save them for a later time when I'm completely out of rations. Fizahn finishes eating and tries to argue or compromise his way into first or final watch before going to bed." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSeeing nothing happen to the others who eat their cookies, Sheyra shrugs and begins munching on hers. It tastes fantastic, especially after eating nothing but dried mushrooms for days." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by The King of Durf \n Darius \nThose on guard will make sure to watch eachother as well as all the party members. Watch one will go to Aeroz and Elthan. Watch two goes to Sheyra, and Elthan II. The third watch will be taken by Achkby and the Lizardman. The fourth by Lissa and Linda. The fifth by Fizahn and Lumpy. The sixth, Hajih and Thokk. The seventh, the drow and me. Yes, I know it's not the wisest of ideas, but I'm willing to give it a shot, either the drow takes a watch or someone else has to take two.\" \n \n\nFizahn switches watches with Trinark since Trinark and Lumpy are able to converse in Undercommon.\n\nAeroz and Elthan are first on watch. The others lie down in a circle around the softly glowing everburning torch and eventually fall asleep. Everyone seems to be avoiding the walls as much as possible just in case ... \n\nAeroz and Elthan don't have much to say to each other. Eventually they give up trying to make conversation and just stare out at the faintly glowing waves breaking on the shore. The dull roar of the Sea is hypnotic, and Elthan feels his eyelids growing heavy.\n\nToward the end of their watch, both Aeroz and Elthan prick up their ears. They've both heard some faint crunching on the rocks outside. They stare intently into the darkness, but are unable to see any movement ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "(OOC: Npc Elthan or me Elthan?. I'll assume its me since they arn't talking that much.)\n\n\nElthan peers curiosly at the cookie, contiplating where it may have manifested from. Shperes of chaos are not exactly known for spawing cookies. He conserves his for later, letting his Ioun stone's effect satisfy his hunger. He takes the first watch with Aeroz.\n\n\nAs the crumbling sound is heard, Elthan whispers to Aeroz.\n\"We should wake one of the others who can see in this darkness to identify objects for those less fortunate. I'd suggest a simple light spell if it would not give us away.\"\n\"Go get one of our dark-adapted fellows. I'll stay here and shout if anything pops up.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark is sitting crosslegged by the torch in light meditation. When he is gently nudged, he opens his pale blue eyes and follows Aeroz to the opening of the cave.\n\nHe peers out, noting a flicker of movement. Or was that just his imagination?\n\nAnother clatter can be heard from a different direction, but when the three of you look over that way, once again nothing can be seen.\n\nSomeone or something seems to be playing some kind of game ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Swashbuckler \n\n\" Now, I'm not one to trust drow, but I do need your knowledge of this place. Any ideas? \" Aeroz whispers as he draws the two daggers hidden in his sleeves and hunches in a ready position." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark barely whispers to Aeroz in Elven to wake Lumpy quietly. He then whispers to Elthan to watch from the left of the entrance to the center, while he watches from the right to the center. This is until Lumpy comes forward or until something happens outside the cave." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": "(Assuming someone does wake him up)\n\n Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe orc wakes, looking fairly annoyed at the disturbance, but he brings himself to alertness with fair alacrity, one hand grasping for his flail even as the other wipes crusted blood from his still tender nose. He heads over to the cave entrance, his brown eyes peering into the darkness beyond, \" Yeah, yeah, what's the problem? \"\n\nTo Trinark, \" What's this all about? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Pretty much nothing happens for the rest of the shift. Lumpy, Aeroz, Trinark, and Elthan II stare into the darkness until their eyeballs hurt, but there are no further noises and no visible movement.\n\nYawning, Lumpy goes back to sleep. Elthan retires after reporting the noises to Elthan. Aeroz and Trinark slip into trances while Sheyra and the other Elthan take their places for the next watch.\n\nIt isn't more than a couple of hours into their shift when more scratching can be heard. A few tiny pebbles fall into the cave opening from above. Sheyra and Elthan are instantly alert ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe snor-or-or-rk... snor-or-or-rk of a soundly sleeping Lissa has been serenading the watch... until now. The snores fall silent, and Elthan can see Lissa tossing and turning in her bedroll. Both of the watch can just hear her mumbling indistinctly. Then the mumbles turn into clearly spoken words for a few moments. \"...spiders... aaaugh... off...\" \n\nUnfortunately, gnomes speak Gnomish in their sleep. The tone is distinctly unhappy, though." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk is sleeping quite comfortably, loving being 'underground.' For a dwarf, he seems to be snoring quite lightly, perhaps because he is in unfriendly terratory. He also seems to be talking in his sleep, something he always does but a little more distinct this time, instead of the usual curses and threats.\n\n \"Ach, how did......Eth.......That?.....Mages.....SNORT\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius suddenly shoots upright from his sleeping bag, a flaming arrow notched to bow so fast it seems it has appeared out of nowhere.\n\n \"Why don't you die you bastards!? Die!\" \n\nHis face is pale and sweating, and he looks from party member to party member, pointing his arrow at each one before a pebble lands near him.\n\n You're getting crazy, boy... keep your head on your shoulders! \n \"What's going on? Who's up there?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin's eyes snap open when Darius yells. They flicker into focus immediately and rest on Sheyra. He remains otherwise motionless and calmly takes in the agitation of the pinkskins.\n\nHe recognises the fear.\n The fear of the hunted \nHis eyes shift back to the sleeping 'hoo-man' hatchling, recalling the words of his vision.\n Protect her...She is the key \nHis clawed hands stiffened as he prepared to defend her." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius' outburst wakes up the rest of the party.\n\nElthan puts his finger to his lips, then points upward.\n\nFaint scrabbling can be heard. Then all is silent again." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy starts, but by the time he's fully come to, the scrabbling is done. He glares around tiredly, already halfway up on his feet, flail in hand, then slumps back down onto his bedroll.\n\nHe rolls over, away from Darius, muttering, \" I swear ta Shandakal, the next person ta wake me up before my shift is really gonna have ta worry about dying tonight. His blustering eventually trails back off into restless sleep." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"SPIDERS!\" With a gasp, Lissa sits up, looking around wildly. \"Oh... no spiders. 'S a dream. Good.\" With a yawn, she burrows back into her bedroll and closes her eyes. In a few minutes, the snores start again.\n\n Sno-or-or-rk... sno-or-or-rk... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, what in the blazes was the point of that lad? \n\nUpon hearing the noise\n\n 'Ach, I hear that. Let me take a look, I can see better in the dark then the lot of you' " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halflfing Sorcerer \n\nAchkby rolls over in his sleep, smiling broadly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and the lizardman peer outside the cave. Even with their dark sensitive eyes, nothing is visible. The clattering noise stop. \"Maybe they're gone?\" suggests Sheyra ...\n\nThe remainder of the watch passes without incident.\n\nThe lizardman wakes up Achkby for the next shift, and both pass the next hour or so without any interruptions.\n\nAt the appropriate time, the lizardman and Achkby awaken Linda and Lissa for their shift, then head for their bedrolls.\n\nMore time passes, and both Linda and Lissa are feeling bored and drowsy with that fuzzy feeling you get when you are awoken in the middle of the night and forced to do nothing but sit in silence staring into darkness.\n\nAfter an hour or so, Linda begins to fidget and look uncomfortable." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa stifles a yawn, alternately peering into the darkness and looking around the circle of sleeping lumps from where she sits. Her crossbow rests on her lap, loaded and ready. I hate sentry duty. It's always so boring, and yet you REALLY don't want anything interesting to happen, because anything interesting on sentry duty is usually trouble. She shifts around a bit, being careful to make as little noise as possible. Think I'll go over the Illusory Creed in my head. Who knows, maybe Baravar will favor me. We surely need all the help we can get! And if nothing else, trying to remember it correctly will keep me awake. \n\nSeveral stanzas of the holy verse later, Lissa notices that her companion is getting restless. \"Hey, Linda. You look like something's bothering you. What's wrong?\", Lissa asks quietly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"It's just that I've been thinking about how we ended up here, and something really bothers me about ...\"\n\nHer quiet words are interrupted by another clatter of stones.\n\nLinda straightens up, clutching her quarterstaff, while Lissa grabs her crossbow. Both peer into the darkness warily.\n\n\"Should we wake the others?\" whispers Linda.\n\nSuddenly, two giant spiders drop down onto Linda from above, tearing at her robes. Linda screams and scrambles backward, avoiding their pincers as they attempt to drag her away.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n Surprise round \nSpider drops onto Linda and misses with an 8 (4 + 4). Spider drops onto Linda and hits with a natural 20, confirming critical with a 12 (8 + 4) for 7 damage. Linda fails fortitude save with an 11 (8 + 3) and takes 1 point of STR damage.\n\n Initiative \nspiders 22 (19 + 3)\nLinda 18 (14 + 4)\nLissa 6 (3 + 3)\n\n Round 1 \nSpider attempts grapple with a 17. Opposed grapple check: Linda 18 (16 + 2) vs 14 (13 + 1). Spider attempts grapple with an 11. Opposed grapple check: Linda 12 (10 + 2) vs 19 (18 + 1). Linda takes 2 damage and is grappled.\n\nLinda (grappling) attempts to escape: 8 (6 + 2) vs 5 (4 + 1). Succeeds. Fort save succeeds with an 18.\n\n Current HP \nLinda: 16 (25 - 9) (1 point STR damage)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "Assuming Thokk hears the noise\n\n Thokk \n \"GET. OFF. THE LASS!\" \n\nThokk charges the spider grappling Linda" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"EEEEEEEEEE!!!\" If anyone wasn't awake before, they certainly are now. Lissa's reflexes kick in while her mind is still screaming in terror; she brings up her loaded crossbow, aims and shoots at the nearest spider." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nThe quick and nimble elf jumps to his feet. He goes for his rapier and two daggers. He puts one in his teeth and rushes towards his gnomish face diving companion.\n\n[OOC: WOOO, I'm going pirate style on this spider's ass!!]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy rolls over again, ready to yell at all the disturbances (and quite possibly to beat the tar out of whoever woke him up), but the sound and chaos of fighting clears the anger from his face. Grasping for his flail, he staggers up to his feet and lurches toward the others, having neither the time for or luxury of armor." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe shrill scream dispels the dream just as he looked at his hand. Rolling protectively onto the human hatchling to rest over her in all fours, the lizardman surveys the scene as he stands over Sheyra with her between his legs.\n\nThe sight of his packmate, the witch being dragged away by two giant spiders does little to improve his sour mood.\n\n The fury builds at the thought of losing another packmate.\n ... NO! ..Not even one more.. \nThe only thing that compelled him from rushing to the witch's aid was the need to remain over the key to protect her. In-mid-snarl, he begins casting the spell which would trap the interlopers in twisting verdant growth.\n\nOOC: Entangle. Linda and the spiders avoid others if possible. Ready against attack afterwards." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby jumps from sleep as he hears Lissa's scream, and sits bolt upright in his bedroll, arms flung out to either side. \" WaHA! \"\nHis groggy mind has trouble getting a grip on the situation, but after a moment he gathers his mental faculties enough to cast a spell and send a bolt of acid at the spider next to Lissa, as he hasn't a clear shot at the one holding Linda.\n\n[OOC]Casting Melf's Acid Arrow . Sorry I haven't the time for a more colorful post.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nWith the sounds of activity and combat, Trinark snaps out of his meditation. He quickly jumps to his feet, going into a defensive crouch.\n\nHe quickly glances around him for something to use as a weapon...\n\n[OOC: DR, Trinark is looking for something he could use as a weapon, preferably a \"simple\" weapon like a club.]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: I have a spare dagger and a heavy mace you could use. Unfortunatley, said mace is a keepsake from Sedryn, so Aeroz would not let you touch the thing]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dark cave opening seems to erupt into movement as a swarm of giant spiders attacks. Each spider is the size of a man, with a dozen beady eyes and fangs dripping with venom ...\n\nScreaming, Lissa fires her crossbow point blank into the nearest spider only to be overcome by two other spiders that knock her to the ground and begin dragging her away.\n\nThokk charges to the attack, but is hit by a sticky stream of webbing. Linda is also webbed, but she manages to kick her way backward away from the pair of spiders chasing her. Aeroz and Lumpy manage to dodge the streams of spider silk sent their way.\n\nAs the lizardman chants, giant fungal rhizomes punch their way up out of the rocky ground, entangling Linda's spiders, but also catching Thokk and Linda in their grasp.\n\nAchkby blasts one of the entangled spiders with an acid arrow . The trapped spider wriggles in agony as the acid burns through its carapace.\n\nStrands of webbing fly everywhere, obscuring vision and sealing off the entrance to the cave. Lissa can't be seen behind the layers of webbing, but her screams are clearly audible as spiders drag her away.\n\nEveryone is on his or her feet except for Hajih who continues to snore, blissfully unaware of the chaos around him ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat craziness summarized ... \n Initiative \nThokk 26\nspiders 22\nTrinark 18\nLinda 18\nlizardman 11\nLumpy 10\nAeroz 8\nAchkby 8\nElthans 8\nSheyra 7\nDarius 7\nFizahn 6\n\n Round 1 (cont) \nLissa shoots the nearest spider, hitting with an 18 (10 + 8) for 6 damage.\n\n Round 2 \nThokk stands up and moves next to spider.\n\nSpider entangles Thokk with a 20.\nSpider entangles Linda with a 12.\nSpider misses Aeroz with a 5.\nSpider misses Lumpy with a 5.\nSpider webs cave opening.\nSpider webs cave opening.\nSpider webs cave opening.\nSpider webs cave opening.\n\nSpider attempts grapple with Lissa hitting with a 16. Opposed grapple checks: spider 17 (16 + 1) vs 14 (16 - 2). Lissa is grappled.\n\nSpider joins grapple with Lissa. Opposed grapple checks: spider 20 (19 + 1) vs 11 (13 - 2). Lissa is grappled.\n\nLinda takes 5 ft step to disengage from spider and stands up.\n\nLizardman stands and entangles Thokk, Linda, and two spiders.\n\nAchkby stands and casts Melf's acid arrow at a spider, hitting for 5 damage this round.\n\nAll other characters stand and move." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe gnome's screams increase in volume and shrillness as the giant spiders grab her.\n\n \"EEEEEEEEEE!!!\" \n\nWriggling desperately, Lissa attempts to escape their many-legged embrace. Preferably before one of them lands a bite.\n\n\n(OOC: Escape Artist check, please.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa manages to wriggle free of the spiders' embrace. Rolling to her feet, she finds herself cut off from the rest of her companions by sheets of sticky webbing.\n\nAbout a half dozen giant black spiders regard Lissa with curiosity. Their mandibles click together softly as venom drips to the pebbly ground.\n\nLissa shifts her grip on her discharged crossbow so that she is holding it like a club ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Escape artist check: Lissa 23 (20 + 3) vs spiders 5 and 2! Blech! " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'GET OFF THE LITTLE LASSIE!' \n\nThokk tries to muscle his way out of the webbing and roots and come to Lissa's side, but also hacking at at spider that dares to come close to him" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAgainst all odds, Lumpy manages to weave through the shot webbing, be it by the rage of being woken up, blind luck, or some combination of the two. Acutely aware of his lack of armor, his flail sets up a whirling defense ass he moves to strike on of the spiders within the cave.\n\nHe calls out, sparing a wave torwards the blocked entrance \" Someone do something about that damned webbing! \" before roaring a challenge to any spiders still inside, as if daring them to strike his unarmored form.\n\n(OOC: Full expertise, drop AB to +6, AC up to 14, move up to the nearest spider and start swinging.)" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra looks moderately annoyed at the lizardman for insisting on standing over her. Not paying attention to the entangling spell, she runs over to the nearest spider and attempts to drive her fist into its head." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly draws his \"short sword\" and runs to the web barrier blocking Lissa from view. He looks for a way he can squeeze through it, but readies his short sword to slash through it." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nStill sitting in his bedroll, Achkby leans over to his pack and pulls out his scroll cases. He slings them over his shoulders before returning to the fight.\n\n\" Can anybody get through to Lissa? \" he cries.\n\nLooking back at the mess in front of him, he picks out the spiders he has the best shot at, and then takes aim at one threatening Elthan I, Aeroz, or Darius. Then he casts a spell full of sharp gestures and long draconic syllables, sending a bolt of acid towards the monstrous insectoid.\n\n[OOC]Casting Melf's Acid Arrow , aimed at any spider not engaged in combat, but hopefully near one of those three named companions (or himself). If no spider fulfills those requirements, then the spider he has the best shot at.\nHey, DR... do you add Halfling thrown-weapon bonuses to these sort of spells, or is that different? I've always assumed it is, but never really thought about it that much...\nAssuming not... +6 to hit.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan has got up, like everyone else. He strides out to the others. He looks niether as his usually calm nor apathetic self, but instead a fire rages in his eyes. A fire raised from the incesent annoyances of bugs that trailed after them wherever he went. Nothing but malice shines in his eyes for the arachnids before him. He brims over with necromatic energy.\n\nHe raises a finger at the spider nearest Lissa and shouts out the verbal componets to his spell.\n\n(OOC: I've decided that Elthan now has utter contempt for bugs. Casting Ray of Enfeeblement on the spider nearest Lissa. and is it possible to do an intimidate check as well?)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz moves towards another spider, seeing as the others are taking care of Lissa's. The elf thrusts his rapier at the spider hoping to hit a vital spot.\n\n[OOC: Rapier +7, 1d6+1 damage +1d6 sneak attack (if applicable). AC 18 (dodge), HP 23]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Oh I'll do something about the goddamn webbing alright!\" Darius says, launching two flaming arrows at the webbing, preffering to catch it on fire as well as have the arrow fly through it into a spider.\n\n \"Let it burn!!!\" \n Yeeehaw! \n\n((DR, please tell me we are just hallucinating this.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHaving squirmed free, Lissa chokes for a moment upon seeing no less than six of her worst nightmares come to life in front of her. Again, her hair-trigger thief's reflexes come into play. Shifting the empty crossbow to her left hand, Lissa flicks her right forearm in a peculiar motion. A dagger shoots out of a concealed sheath and into her hand. \"There's a vukdommin half-dozen spiders back here, people!\", Lissa yells.\n\n Gods, I hope they get here fast! Trying not to turn her back on the spiders, Lissa starts sawing at the webs with her dagger.\n\n\n(OOC: It's the amazing slippery gnome! :D Draw concealed dagger and start attacking the webs with it. Oh yeah, and the italicized word was an extremely nasty Gnomish swear word. Tsk tsk, Lissa!)" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Return of the Drider Gnome Tormentor \n\nThere is a muffled scrape and rattle of falling stones from above, and suddenly a dark shape skitters down the cliffside and flanks Lissa, thrusting it's face into the light. Immediately recognizeable as the claw drider from before, it now sports an eyepatch and a crude type of hide armor that was once the carapace of a Formian. The scars from the last battle are still visible on the massive arachnid-hybrid's thorax and ulnar regions. It hisses at her:\n\nSnarly Undercommon: You're MINE, Gnome! Give up now and I'll save you... for dessert. Hah, underdark joke! We don't eat little things like you for dessert.\n\n[...]\n\nWe eat them for DINNER! \n\nThe Drider charges and attempts to grapple her into submission, assisted by the monstrous spiders. Once she is subdued, the spiders will swarm all over her, spraying webbing until she is nicely bundled up, and all will immediately retreat into the shadows, some of the spiders refreshing the cave webbing first." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Return of Vengeful Skull Drider \n\nAnother clatter and scrape latter and the formian pieces covered drider's companion was down there next to it. A critical eye surveyed the webbing that was being diced to pieces before it turned back to the hated gnome and its partner. Seeing it rush over to help the spiders it turned back to the entrance and looked for any large rocks." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nLacking any better choices, Trinark resigns himself to using the crossbow. Fearing making things worse by way of \"friendly fire\", he grasps the crossbow with both hands. (Using the crossbow as a \"club\")\n\n[OOC: Trinark will attempt to take advantage of any tactical combat bonus, such as flanking etc.]\n\n Another fine mess... " }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": "Still entangled in the spiderweb and struggling against the sticky strands, Linda attempts to cast a spell-one that would bring light in the cave-and possibly blind these dark-dwelling enemies.\n That's it! It is the last time we rest in a big cavern we cannot securely guard. \nShe's clearly as irritated as the rest of the group at this sudden attack.\n\nOOC: Attempt to cast Light." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nSwitching to nearest Drider, and hitting any spiders that get in the way\n\n \"SIN AGAINST MORADIN\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, partially immobilized by the lizardman's spell, nevertheless cleaves the nearest spider in half.\n\nLumpy reaches over the spidery webbing and the fungal tendrils in order to smash Linda's other spider, flattening it.\n\nDespite being entangled, Linda manages to cast light onto the end of her quarterstaff, illuminating the cave interior and revealing that gauzy sheets of webbing seal the cave off from the outside and from Lissa.\n\nLissa's shouting reassures everyone that she is still alive, but then she screams once again and her voice becomes suddenly muffled.\n\nAchkby burns another spider with acid, while Elthan weakens yet another spider just as Aeroz shoots it with his crossbow.\n\nSheyra slides forward and finishes off one of the spiders with a focused blow to the head, which caves in like an overripe melon.\n\n\"We have to get to Lissa!\" shouts Fizahn, who slashes away at the thick webbing with his blade. Darius is more successful shooting the webbing with two flaming arrows, which tear through as if the webs were mere tissue paper. A narrow passage is created through the webbing, connecting the interior of the cave to the beach outside.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nThokk crits with a natural 19 and a 16 (8 + 8) for a whopping 27 points of damage.\n\nLinda casts light , easily making her concentration check with a 23 (13 + 10).\n\nLumpy hits a spider with a 19 (13 + 6) for 16 damage.\n\nAchkby hits a spider with an acid arrow with a natural 17, for 4 points of damage.\n\nElthan hits a spider with a ray of enfeeblement with a natural 16, for 6 points of strength damage. Aeroz hits the same spider with a 22 (15 + 7) for 3 points of damage. Sheyra finishes off the spider with a 15 for 5 points of damage.\n\nFizahn attacks the webbing doing 1 (6 - 5) point of damage. Darius fires two flaming arrows into the webbing, which burn a 5' x 10' passage through the webs.\n\nThe last remaining spider within the cave misses Lumpy with a 5.\n\nThe six spiders outside the cave attack Lissa. Lissa's AoO hits one of the spiders for 4 points of damage. She is grappled by 3 of the 6 spiders. One of the six spiders webs her.\n\nThe driders carry her away ...\n\n Summary \n\nThree spiders killed within the cave. One spider (injured) remains. Thokk and Linda are entangled .\n\nOutside the cave, six spiders (one injured) have captured Lissa. The skull and claw driders carry her away.\n\nA narrow passage has been burned through the sheets of webbing allowing passage to the outside." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"MRRRRRRMPH!\" One can't really see Lissa's expression through the webbing, but from the muffled sounds coming out, she is pissed. The cocoon heaves as the gnome inside tries to get out.\n\n Baravar, if you love me, if I've served you well at all, let me get out of this alive! And let me kill the first drider slowly while the second watches! Or let one of my companions do it, they've been hurt by the driders too. \n\n\n(OOC: Another Escape Artist check... maybe I'll get lucky with another 20! Baravar is a rather vengeful god, so Lissa's prayer would probably appeal to him. ;) )" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"LISSA!\" Fizahn quickly Moves through the opening pursuing Lissa and the driders. He is waving his \"short sword\" madly and running as fast as his legs can take him.\n\nOOC: Whatever checks applicable for getting through the webbing, and charge them if I can." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Drider \n\nThe Claw drider pauses for a moment, makes eye-contact with Lumpy, taps the patch strapped around it's head, and then points menacingly at him.\n\nUndercommon, loud enough for Lumpy to hear: I be seeing you.. \n\nHe turns and darts down a tunnel, maniacal cackling fading away as the Driders carry their victim deep into the winding cave system. Two of the spiders follow them, the others hold their ground, waving their forelegs ominously in the air until the party attacks them with ranged weaponry or moves from the cave." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Skull Drider \n\nSkull drider stopped just for moment in its tunnel, yanking the skull from around its neck. With a fiendish smile it placed the object on the ground facing the path they were taking. Giggling to itself it then hurried up to catch its partner and their captive." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \n\nSeeing Lissa carried away by the hideous creatures, Linda gasps.\n Oh, no! We must save her. If they tried to sacrifice a drow, think what they'll do to a surface-dweller! \nSaying that, she redoubles her efforts to break free of her bonds." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman and Trinark (wielding the heavy crossbow like a club) finish off the last remaining spider inside the cave.\n\nThe others rush through the passage burned through the webbing by Darius.\n\nLumpy, with his darkvision, spots the driders fleeing with a small squirming bundle that he assumes is Lissa. The driders head down the beach toward the tunnel that leads back the way the party had come.\n\nBetween your group and the fleeing driders are a quartet of giant spiders blocking the way. The spiders keep their distance but prevent passage away from the cave entrance.\n\nThe lizardman dispels the fungal tendrils, freeing Thokk and Linda ..." }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \n\nRealising that speed is of the essence if Lissa is to be saved, Linda uses her magic in an attempt to blast away the spiders blocking the cave's entrance from as far as possible so that the spiders' poison does not prove a danger she must face.\n\n\nOOC: Snowball swarm." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn rushes toward the spiders. His muscles tense as he gets ready to jump and tumble through them.\n\nOOC: Run towards spiders and try to tumble through them. Stop while Linda's snowball storm takes effect though." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nVexation is clearly etched in the ichor-smeared face of the lizardman.He utters a simple prayer to Semuaya for his next strike to be true and charges with a huge leap, attacking with the savagery only a lizardkin could muster.\n\nOOC: Cast guidance for +1 to attack and then jump-charge and melee. his shield is slung behind so -2 to AC. and dodge vs the one he focuses on attacking so +1 ONLY against that one. When the battle is over he will stop to pick up the skull and crush it. He KNOWS the implication of the drider leaving it behind and will roar out." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Gah! Give back the short one! Stupid spiders!\" Darius yells.\n\nHe aims an arrow at the nearest spider's eyes and attempts to launch it into its face." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDespite the gravity of the situation, the burly half-orc manages to roll his eyes at the claw drider's bravado, even as he disengages his flail from the pile of spider-bits he's made. With a primal roar befitting his ancestry, Lumpy charges, narrowing his profile as best he can to squeeze through the small hole in the webbing, and without pause rushes his way through the remainder of the spiders setting up guard, hell-bent on catching up to the Driders.\n\n(OOC: Lumpy will try to charge past what's left of the spiders after Linda's spell, taking whatever AoOs they get on him, or overrunning if he has to.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nCharging the giant spiders, to get closer to the Driders\n\n \"HOLD ON LASSIE, IM COMMING FOR YE!\" \n\nOOC: Yay, Spider paste! Thokk doesnt want Lissa hurt, so he is going to take on those spiders and kill the driders if possible. Also, as an FYI, Thokk's attack bonus isnt +8 to hit, it is +10 with his Bastard Sword" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby siezes his wand and heads out of the webbing after the others. Seing them carry off Lissa, he begins cursing the Driders in rapid Draconic, even as he hastens after them.\n\" Fiends! Beasts! Marauding cowards, only capable of taking hostages, are you? Well, you've not heard the last of me! \"\n\n[hr]\nWhen he encounters the menacing wall of spiders, he pulls up short to let his larger friends deal with them, and blindly sends another bolt of acid sizzling off after the malevolent arachnids, hoping he can get lucky enough to take out one more...\n\n[OOC]Casting Melf's Acid Arrow (+6 to hit) after the retreating Spider/Drider party. Assuming, of course, that I sort of know where they are. If not, he'll Enfeeble a close spider.\nThe second round of acid didn't take out either of the spiders I hit, did it? :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn and Lumpy are the first to exit the cave opening. The four spiders give way as they charge, but Lumpy notices something strange - one of the spiders is pulling a silk thread that leads up to the rocks over the cave opening ...\n\nBefore he can shout a warning, a pile of rocks falls down from above knocking both the gnome and the half-orc to the ground.\n\nThe falling rocks throw off Darius' aim, and his flaming arrows richochet off the pebbly beach without striking any of the spiders.\n\nLinda pushes forward, stepping over the fallen rocks, invoking a swarm of snow and ice that envelops three of the spiders.\n\nAchkby burns the fourth spider with another acid stream.\n\nLeaping over the bodies of Fizahn and Lumpy, Aeroz and the lizardman charge forward and make short but messy work of two of the frost covered spiders.\n\nThe remaining two spiders are fried by blasts from the Elthans.\n\nAlthough it has taken only a few moments to destroy the monstrous spiders, the delay has allowed the driders and two of their spiders to disappear into the tunnel about 50 yards away ...\n\nSheyra and Trinark help Fizahn and Lumpy to their feet. They are bruised and dusty, but seem otherwise unhurt. Thokk looks around frustrated seeing no additional spiders to kill ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ... \n\nCR2 trap - +12 attack, 2d6 damage hits Fizahn with a 29 (17 + 12) for 7 damage and hits Lumpy with a 17 (5 + 12) for 5 damage.\n\nDarius misses with a natural 2 and 1. Ouch!\n\nLinda casts Snilloc's snowball swarm hitting three spiders for 9, 8, and 8 damage.\n\nAeroz and the lizardman hit for totally irrelevant damage, killing two spiders. The Elthans magic missile the other two spiders.\n\nLissa's escape artist check: 7.\n\n Current HP \n\nLissa ?\nLumpy 21 (26 - 5)\nFizahn 29 (36 - 7)\nLinda 16\nThokk 45" }, { "author": "Belial_the_Leveler", "message": " Linda \n Damn... \nLinda calls out to the others while healing herself with a spell:\n\n If we keep running blindly we'll fall to more traps-and that won't be helping Lissa. Please, let's try to be careful in these tunnels. The driders surely have taken a hostage to drive us to their own battleground. \n\nOOC: Cure light wounds on myself." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark speaks up (in Draconic) \" I can assist in the pursuit. I am not a tracker, but can give general information about the tunnels. We definately need to save Miss Lissa, but lets not be so hasty as to risk lives needlessly.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy staggers back up to his feet, an unsightly collection of welts and bruises on his bare scalp and back to complement his still raw nose. He rakes one hand through his beard, muttering low and vitriolic in orcish before switching to common, \" Well, either ya hurry or ya don't. If ya don't plan on hurrying, I might as well take the time ta put my armor on, eh? I mean, what's five or six more minutes gonna be? They have ta set the table before dinner and all. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Is everything all right? Achkby asks frantically before rounding on Linda.\n\" You want us to be more careful ? Being careful is all fine and dandy when you're just taking a little walk in the underdark, but when you're fighting giant spiders , at some point you've got to take risks. We weren't going to get any closer to Lissa by standing back in the mouth of this infernal cave and... and menacing them, or something. \"\n\nThen he turns back to the group at large, and asks quickly, \" So are we going on after her? \"\nHe starts to walk back towards the cave to retrieve his equipment." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"Of course we're going after her,\" Sheyra says, \"But we should be aware that this is probably a trap. I don't know if we can afford the time to put on armor, but I do know that we can't afford to go in unprotected.\" She kicks a stone on the ground, clearly frustrated." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy retrieves his things as well, awkwardly strapping his armor up as well, obviously not used to trvelling while NOT wearing it. After a moment's pause, he grabs Lissa's things as well, \" Trap? Probably. But armor's only a problem if yer afraid'a getting hit, and I got a Drider who still owes me another eye. Get yer stuff if yer coming. \"\n\nHe doesn't wait though, setting off towards the tunnel, scanning the ground before him." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nBack in the cave, Achkby rolls his bedding into his pack and then slings the bulging bag onto his back. Hurrying back out, he stows his spear and draws his wand. He settles his scroll cases against his sides, and announces, \" Let's get going. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe lizardkin drops the crushed bits of skull in his hand and hangs his head, panting as his roar ends. As the others begin to join him at the entrance to the cave mouth, he catches his pack which one of the them tosses him.\n\nHe utters no words. Standing, baring his clenched teeth and violently bulging neck. His back spines fully erect. Those who've known him are unable to recall him this agitated and bestial. As all the other catch up, he snarls and sets off down the tunnel ahead of them\n\n ....packmate...aberrations....protect the key.. do not forget the hunt..no!!..hunt..live in the moment.. this hunt..all that matters \nHe pushes all thought away, allowing his primal aspect, instincts and all to come forth as he lopes onward, shield in hand." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius grabs his gear, quickly off in the direction of the tunnel.\n\n Another gone and another one gone... another one bites the dust... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz moves to the side and begins to attack the next nearest spider, this time using both weapons.\n\n[OOC: Mwk Rapier +5 (1d6+1) Mnd Dagger +4 (1d4), HP 23, AC 18]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa discovers that the spiders have webbed her far too securely for even an agile gnome to wriggle out. Still cursing her captors (as much as she can with the muffling spidersilk), Lissa remembers the dagger still clutched in her hand. Hmm, wonder if I can get any leverage to cut at this stuff? It's worth a try... anything is. If I don't do something I'm going to start gibbering in fear. She starts trying to slash at the inside of the cocoon with her tiny dagger.\n\n\n(OOC: It's a Small dagger, and Lissa has a -1 Str penalty &>:( ...but anything's better than waiting to become spider chow!)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark will keep pace with Lumpy, scanning the tunnel(s) ahead as the party moves.\n\n[OOC Reminder: Drow have 120' Darkvision...no offense Lumpy.]\n\nTo Lumpy, \"Please ask someone to guard the rear carefully, in case something slips past us.\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Drider \n\nRacing through the tunnels, he feels the web-wrapped package shift and struggle, and starts slapping it.\n\n[OOC: can I give the gnome 1d4 nonlethal for still struggling? ;D]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz spins around, slashing and thrusting at shadows before he realizes that all of the spiders in and around the cave are dead.\n\nQuick words are exchanged. Some members of the party urge caution, while others call for immediate action.\n\nTorches are held high and weapons are readied. Linda tends to her wounds as the fighters strap on their armor.\n\nLumpy kicks Hajih awake (\"Huh? Wha? Whaz goin on?\"), and the party converges on the tunnel entrance where Fizahn has already begun looking for any more traps.\n\nBy the time everyone is armored up, Fizahn has \"cleared\" the entrance to the tunnel. The party enters with caution, intent on rescuing Lissa from the driders. Everyone hopes that it isn't too late ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Marching order please. The passages in this part of the Underdark are wide, allowing three to walk abreast. Linda casts CLW. The fighters are armored up. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn tosses on his backpack. Holding his torch in his left hand and his \"short sword\" in his right, he moves to the front of the group, flanking the lizardman on his right. He is extremely angry that the driders got the drop on them and keeps muttering under his breath in gnomish exactly what he's going to do to them. He keeps an eye out for any other spiders left behind to ambush and delay them." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark suggests he take one of the forward positions due to his Darkvision to help protect the group. If the group protests, he will take one of the rear positions...again to take advantage of his vision.\n\n[OOC: I am assuming while folks were donning their armor, so was Trinark.]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius takes the rearguard, he holds his bow out with an arrow nocked. If he sees anything coming towards the party, he is readied to shoot at it." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra stands in the middle, letting those with better eyes stand around her." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy eventually settles near the back, dark-eyed gaze glancing occasionally behind him. If a split or something else forces them to make a choice on direction, he'll come up to try and pick up tracks, or some kind of sign. Otherrwise, he'll stay back until he sees the claw drider ( against who he will probably charge on sight)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shoulders his way into the middle of the pack, not too close to either the front or the back. I'll just get in the way if we meet something unpleasant, and my spells have a good enough range. \nHe doesn't, though, mind taking a flank." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ill Take front and center. If anything tries to ambush us, I will see it comming and DESTROY IT " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nThe elf sheathes his rapier and readies his crossbow. He moves behind the dwarf warrior, readying to shoot anything that could be a danger to the party (besides Thokk ;D)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan says nothing, but maintains a face of determination and hatred. He cast two spells, one which makes him glow slightly and another which eminates cold from his hands. He takes a position behind the front line.\n\n(OOC: Mage Armor and Chill Touch.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and the lizardman take the point standing almost shoulder to shoulder. Just behind them and slightly to the sides are Hajih and Fizahn bearing everburning torches. The four of them form a vanguard that moves about 20 feet ahead of the rest of the party.\n\nThe Elthans flank Aeroz, forming the front line of the main party. All three are armed with loaded crossbows. Behind them stand Achkby, Linda, and Sheyra, with Linda in the center holding aloft her illuminated staff. Darius takes up position behind Linda with his longbow ready. He keeps an eye toward the rear.\n\nTrinark and Lumpy form the rearguard. They hang back about 20 feet from the main party, scanning the passage behind them to sure no one sneaks up from behind.\n\n[hr]\nThe party moves ahead with deliberate speed. Hajih proves himself useful for once as he tracks the driders through the tunnels. They seem to be moving carelessly, leaving scrape marks and disturbed gravel in their wake.\n\nAfter a series of twists and turns, the party finds itself in a different part of the Underdark than they had passed through previously. Here the tunnels appear to have been worked, rather than formed naturally. The passages become straighter and decorative carvings and draconic script can occasionally be appreciated in the stone walls.\n\nEventually, the trail ends in a darkstone wall covered in intricate carvings. The material of the wall is the same as that of the altar where Trinark was to be sacrificed. The stone seems to drink in the light cast by the everburning torches.\n\nFizahn immediately begins his inspection. He finds the outline of a secret door camouflaged by the carvings. The door was cunningly concealed and might have been almost impossible to detect if not for the fact that it seems to have been closed imperfectly, leaving a fraction of a millimeter offset that Fizahn's sensitive fingers were able to detect.\n\nHajih moves forward with his rapier in order to pry open the secret door ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Wait... \" hisses Achkby quietly.\n\nHe begins casting a spell that mimics Elthan's.\n\n\" Is anyone else lightly armored? I won't give you this protection right now, but I want to know who might need it later. \"\n\n[OOC] Mage Armor [/OOC]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin druid draws his remaining barbed dart and stands with his back facing Fizahn and the hairy pinkskin or du-arf(as fizahn had taught him) who refused to be budged. Guarding their backs as they inspected the door, his eyes roamed the darkstone cavern ceiling expectantly." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nScanning into the darkness around the group, Trinark whispers in Elven to Aeroz, \"Would you please lend me a weapon? I would prefer that mace you have there, but I will settle for a dagger. If we get into the thick of things, I would at least like to defend myself.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan tosses his crossbow to Trinark and a secure bolt case.\nElven\n \"Take my crossbow, your most likely a better shot than I. He switches to draconic. \"And for what I'm doing I'm going to do I dont need a bow...\" \nHe keeps his staff ready to draw, and keeps his cold, blue hands ready to strike.\n\n(OOC: Though sorcerers should stay in back, Elthan is still pissed at spiders, overridding his logic. Throw in the sorcerer!)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Haha, spiders squish like everything else, you just need to POUND THEM INTO THE GROUND\" \n\nThokk moves to whatever position he things he will be able kill the most things" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I don't like the looks of this... there's a trap waiting for us. Darius says, gritting his teeth.\n\nHe heads around to the side of the trap door and pulls back the drawstring. When the door is opened, if he sees anything down there he'll fire an arrow at it." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts, \" 'course it's a trap. It's ALWAYS a trap. Just pry the stupid thing open and get it over with. \n\nHe still throws the occasional glance backwards, but seems ready to work his way forward if that's where the driders are." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Hajih goes to work on the secret door, working his rapier into the barely visible seam in an attempt to pry the door open. He grunts and sweats, but seems to make little headway.\n\nMeanwhile, the lizardman looks up at the ceiling warily. Although the wall with the secret door appears to be made of darkstone, the ceiling looks more like natural stone. Dozens of stalactites hang downward, but there are no spiders or driders visible in between them.\n\nHajih turns back toward Thokk and Fizahn. \"Maybe there's a secret button or someth ... urk!\" Hajih looks down in surprise at the barbed spike that suddenly protrudes from his sternum.\n\nSimultaneously, the entire area is plunged into darkness . Fluttering noises are audible, then screams and muffled shouts as members of the party are attacked by unseen creatures ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Hajih triggers a wyvern arrow trap. The party is plunged into magical darkness. Each character is attacked by something. Linda and Elthan II are hit each taking 6 points of damage. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc sounds almost satisfied between the trap and the darkness, even as he feels about for whatever is trying to attack him, \" See? Always. \"\n\nHe waves his free hand a few times, before gripping his flail fully, trying to discern something worth swinging at.\n\n(OOC: If Lumpy can figure out what's attacking him, he'll take a swing at it.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nSsathiya swings his shield protectively over his face as he crouches and rolls out of the darkness. He jumps up, a claw refelxively slahing upwards.\n\nOOC: He will fight with shield and 1 claw + secondary bite. his priority is to protect Sheyra by getting her out then take out the new threat. He will kill anyting in his way." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra feels around for the creatures attacking her, trying to punch them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The flapping noises continue as each of you is buffeted by leathery slaps.\n\nLinda's screams are strangely muffled as her staff clatters to the ground.\n\nSomething grabs Elthan's face, but he rips it away with his chill touch .\n\nLumpy feels around blindly for a target. Something flutters in front of him, but when he swings his flail, he hits only air.\n\nThe lizardman rolls off to the side, shield raised protectively. His claws rake someone or something. Thokk begins to swing his sword wildly at any sound or movement. Fizahn shouts out a warning only to get cut from behind.\n\nSheyra lashes out with her hands, knocking something out of the air. She is then almost knocked over by Darius who is having trouble finding a target with his bow.\n\nTrinark and Achkby are slammed from all directions. Aeroz draws his rapier and thrusts into the darkness, stabbing something, but whether it is friend or foe is unclear.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Achkby takes 5 damage. Fizahn takes 6 damage. Linda takes 7 points of constriction damage. Trinark takes 5 damage. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Sorry Laddie! Everyone spread out and get against a wall! shorter people try and get out of the darkness!\" \n\nThokk will take a double move out of the darkness towards the nearest wall" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark will try to use \"Fight Defensively\" (using his shield) in order to protect himself. He will also move back in the direction the group came from in a sincere effort to get clear of the darkness." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby casts a swift divinitory spell and then crouches down. He hurries back towards the nearest wall he can remember.\n\n[OOC] Detect Magic , I suppose. :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan begins to back away from the doorway, hopefully the direction out of the darkness. He prepares to defend against anything in the darkness.\n\n This better not delay us to long from getting those driders. \n\n(OOC: Full defense(or fighting defensivly?) and move.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half Orc Warrior \n\n\" Hold still so I can hit ya! \" Lumpy whirls his flail, keeping it about head level in hopes of swatting down anything that tries to go for his face, beginning to back up after the others as well.\n\n(OOC: Swing again, then back up after the others)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Bumping and scraping against the stone walls, individual members of the party attempt to retreat from the darkstone doorway. Enveloped in total darkness, the party soon finds itself scattered in disarray.\n\nOnly Thokk, Trinark, Lumpy, and the lizardman are able to see anything at all, thanks to their darkvision . They observe three pockets of magical darkness moving and stumbling about.\n\nLinda staggers out of one of the pockets of darkness with a small leathery conical monster wrapped around her face. The lizardman grabs the monster with both clawed hands, ripping it off of Linda's head. Linda falls to her knees, gasping for air. \"I'm blind!!!\" she cries out horrified.\n\n\"Darkmantle ...\" observes Trinark in draconic. Other darkmantles flit in and out of the areas of magical darkness attacking the non-seeing members of the party ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly loops his torch into his belt, taking an extra second to make sure it's secure. He then begins jumping and diving back the way they came. Once he is able to see the glow from his everburning torch, he will reorient himself and attack any enemies in sight.\n\nOOC: Tumble +10" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, EVERYONE THAT CAN HERE MY VOICE COME TOWARDS ME! ILL RIP THE BEASTIES FROM YER FACE\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Fighter/Rogue \n\nAeroz draws his rapier and pokes upwards at the darkness, hoping that maybe he can catch the thing. He then takes a few steps to where Thokk's voice is coming from.\n\n[OOC: Mwk Rapier +8 (1d6+1), Draw weapon, 5 ft step to towards Thokk's voice; AC 17, HP ? (Need d10 Roll DR) and since Aeroz cannot see, he does not know that the thing is dead]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nAftter ripping aprt the creature and dumping it on the floor, He hold the shield aloft and walk towards the moving pockets of darkness, intent on 'feeling' for the creature and ripping it off the head of another ppackmate.\n\nOOC: If he sees them flitting, he will try to catch them and drag one to the ground, hopefully, Thokk will mash them up beside me." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nGlad to finally escape the magical darkness, which was VERY quickly becoming his least favorite thing, Lumpy follow's the Lizard's example, moving back up towards an edge in hopes of hitting one of them as it flits out.\n\n(OOC: Lumpy will move back up towards the darkness, ready an action to hit any of them that come near him.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I sense 3 auras of magic around us! \" announces Achkby, finally letting the light-accustomed members of his party know a bit about what's going on.\n If the guys who can see in the dark know what's going on... then the magic must be darkness around the torches. So here's some light! \n\nHe keeps backing towards the wall, and cast another easy spell.\n\n[OOC] Dancing Lights , unless you don't think Achkby could actually draw that conclusion. It might be a stretch... :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Lumpy, your knowledge of the obvious never seems to fail.\" Darius says jokingly. He starts whipping arrows into the areas where he can see the enemies (thanks to Achkby's spell).\n\n((2 arrows at whatever blobs of darkness or monsters he can see from Achkby's lights, if the spell doesn't get off he'll aim by the fire of his arrows.))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nUpon seeing the damage done to Linda, Trinark will bend down and see if he can assist her. He will try to assess the severity of her injury.\n\n[OOC: DR, judgement call on your part if Trinark can help her or not.]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nIf Aeroz can see one of the Darkmantles with Achby's dancing lights spell, then he will fire a crossbo bolt at one of them. He will also try to find the edge of the darkness." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra makes her way towards Thokk's voice, and hopefully the edge of the darkness." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby's spell illuminates a chaotic scene. Squid-like darkmantles bob and duck through the air, dodging into and out of three clouds of inky darkness and slamming into the party members. Sheyra and Fizahn stumble out of the zones of blackness, grateful to be able to see again, as they bat away the attacking darkmantles.\n\nTrinark tends to Linda as she gasps for air, panicked. The lizardman slashes viciously with his claws, driving away a pair of darkmantles. Aeroz shoots another darkmantle, which flaps away clumsily, badly injured.\n\nElthan waves his arms frantically, fending off a darkmantle, but a second creature smacks him from behind, knocking him into a rough stone wall. Elthan drops to the ground, bleeding from his temple.\n\nLumpy knocks a darkmantle to the ground with his flail, but before he can finish it off, his head is enveloped by another one. It begins to constrict immediately, choking off all air. Lumpy feels his face fill with blood as venous return is cut off.\n\nDarius takes aim at a darkmantle, shooting it in mid-flight. The darkmantle explodes into small fragments, almost completely disintegrated by the fiery arrow. At the same time, Thokk slices another darkmantle in half, its pieces fall to the ground with wet splats. \n\nAs if in response to a silent signal, clouds of magical darkness erupt from all of the darkmantles, snuffing out Achkby's dancing lights . Once again, the party is plunged into darkness, and this time, not even darkvision is able to penetrate the blackness. To add injury to insult, an unseen darkmantle smashes into the halfling sorceror, knocking him to the ground.\n\n\"We don't have time for this!\" cries the other Elthan. \"We have to get through that accursed doorway!\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Darkness fills the entire 20 ft wide passage for its entire twisty length (at least 200 ft). \n\nAchkby is hit for 7 points. Lumpy is hit for 7 points + 8 points of constriction damage. Elthan is hit for 8 points and is knocked unconscious." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nGripping his wand tightly, Achkby probes his way to the door, and, if possible, ducks through." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'GET OFF THE HALF BREED\" \n\nThokk will rush the darkmantle consticling lumpy, and try to grapple it off and kill it, though he will NOT use his sword" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWith a muffled growl of surprise, Lumpy's hands go to his neck, trying to pry the monster back off.\n\n(OOC: Try and break the grapple, with +8. hope I don't get unlucky with grapple checks twice in a row)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius grins as the darkmantle explodes. Two misses and one helluva hit! \n \"Two down, just- Ah hell's bells!\" He yells as the darkness envelops the room.\n\n \"Well, Elthan if you can find the goddamn doorway, by all means go through it!\" Darius yells.\n\nHe will put his bow safely back in place across his back and whip out his long sword, slashing up into the air (higher than human height, so as not to hit a party member) around him and swearing." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn breathes a sigh of relief as he emerges into the light again. Turning to face the nearest cloaker, he seems ready to fight. Not even a second later, he erupts into gnomish curses as he is once more plunged into darkness. Muttering to himself, he begins cartwheeling and springing in the direction of the wall. Once there, he will inch along it untill he finds the doorway to exit through.\n\nOOC: Tumble still +10..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz moves foreward and pokes upward with his rapier. He is also keeping a sharp ear for any sounds of the darkmantles.\n\n[OOC: Listen +2]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby crawls along the ground, feeling for the darkstone doorway. He manages to avoid any darkmantles and feels around in the darkness for a latch or lever. Miraculously, his hands find a button that was disguised to the naked eye, but not to touch. Pressing on the button, he is gratified to feel and hear the door grind open. \"This way!\" he shouts to the others.\n\nLumpy rips the darkmantle from his face using his bare hands. He throws the monster onto the ground and stomps around in the darkness until he feels a satisfying squish.\n\nOne by one, the party members stumble through the darkness and the swarm of darkmantles towards Achkby's voice.\n\nLast to pass through the doorway is Lumpy, who slams the door shut behind him, preventing any darkmantles from following.\n\nIt takes a few seconds before someone is able to produce a light. Looking around, the survivors find themselves in a small antechamber with three doors (besides the secret door everyone just entered through). Looking around, everyone checks to see who made it and who is missing.\n\nThokk, Linda, Fizahn, one of the Elthans, the lizardman, Lumpy, Aeroz, Sheyra, and Achkby are all accounted for, though many are battered and bruised from the darkmantle attack.\n\nThe other Elthan, Trinark, Darius, and Hajih are missing ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"WE NEED TO GO BACK AND GET THEM NOW! NOBODY GETS LEFT BEHIND\" \n\nThokk makes to open back the door" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Wait! shouts Achkby. \" We have to make sure we can manage it. I hate to sound like Linda, but we need to do a quick assessment. \"\nAs he speaks, he is pulling a piece of parchment from his scroll collection. \" Is everybody all right? \"\n\n[OOC]Taking out scroll of Web .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy growls half-heartedly, \" No, no, lrt him go if he wants, but I'm closing the door again afterwards. \"\n\nBetween all the rocks, darkmantles, and a certain dwarf's armored fist, Lumpy is in pretty sorry shape. His head and face in particular are in pretty bad shape, now slightly swollen from lack of blood flow, along with all the bruises, and a not-so-whole nose, \" And I'm swell, just swell. Ya know soon as all the funny little spots clear up and I can see again. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe reptilian is visibly relieved at the sight of Sheyra safe and whole but at the news that not all are accounted for, becomes agitated. Motioning the others to stay he falls in behind Thokk.\nHe hisses and glares at Lumpy for his callous remark thru slit-like eyes.\n\nOOC: He will navigate by sound in the darkness with multiple listen checks..oh joy.." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Just when Thokk and the lizardman reopen the door, Darius scrambles through, dragging Trinark with him. Thokk slams the door behind him, preventing any darkmantles from slipping through.\n\nDarius is breathing heavily, but seems OK. His longsword is bloody, suggesting that he managed to slash at least one darkmantle on his way out of the darkness . Trinark appears to have suffered a mild concussion, but he should recover with some assistance.\n\nThat just leaves Hajih and one of the Elthans unaccounted for.\n\n[hr]\nThe party faces a tough decision. Hajih and Elthan will probably die if they are not rescued quickly (if they aren't dead already). But, due to the darkness , finding them will be a challenge, especially given the ferocity of the darkmantle swarm. Plus, spending more time battling the darkmantles would almost certainly mean that the driders will escape, meaning that Lissa will likely never be seen alive again.\n\nSaving Hajih and Elthan (if they are still alive) means that Lissa's fate is sealed. Saving Lissa (if she is still alive) means that Hajih's and Elthan's fates are sealed.\n\nThere is no obvious solution that will allow all three to be saved. A choice is going to have to be made ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Phew... I musta took out a few dozen of those damn things.\" Darius says, propping the drow up against a wall.\n\n \"Well, I guess now it's just the matter of which door we're going to pick.\" \n Elthan? I hope they rip his eyes out. Hajih? I prefer Lissa. And I'd rather not die blind.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks around, coming to the same conclusion about his companion's fates as everyone else.\n\n\" Do we pick a side? Or do we split up? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ok, the choice is easy. I will take on the darkmantles, the rest of yer find the little lassie. At most, ONE of yer come with me to take on the squidfolk, preferably somebody short who can dodge my blade yet still rip the accursed things off my head if needed. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \"The needss of the pack are greater than the needss of the one\"\n\"..but a pack doess not leave itss own behind. I will not abandon my packmate.ANY of them \" \nThe lizardman does not move from Thokk's side. His expression remains steely. He will not let Sheyra join him if she tries.\n\nOn hearing the severly injured half-orc, he lays a hand on him and casts a simple healing spell.\nOOC:sorry phasm. he is amused by and slightly admires yr char but feels compelled to retrieve elthan and hajih who may only have minutes to live. He's chasing the aberrations afterwards. EDIT: CLW on Lumpy" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWith a growled sigh, the battered orc pushes himself off the wall he's slumped against. He almost doesnt make it, but eventually settles on unsteady feet, \" Fine, I'll find the damned spiders then. \"\n\nHe takes a tottering half-step, then pauses, \" Anyone with means of healing, this'd be a helluva time ta break it out. \" He offers the lizard a grunted thanks and a nod for the spell, and begins to limp along the path, glinting eyes scanning for tracks on the rock. Deliberately or not, he also seems to be leaving a very obvious trail in his wake, scuffing along the rock, for the others to follow later.\n\n((OOC: If no one else has anything, he'll probably just root through Lissa's haversack, and drink all of her potions. Call it a rescue fee, or something.\n\nedited to include the lizard's cure))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm going after Lissa if we're splitting up. It's more likely that there are traps ahead than back there! I'm going now, we don't have much time. Anyone who wants to go save Lissa had better come now. Thokk, and druid, you can catch up later.\" Having said this, Fizahn follows Lumpy at a run." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, thank ye scaly one. After we get the two clansmen back, we'll thump the abonimations good!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I'm no good without light, \" announces Achkby, hurriedly stowing the scroll back in its protective compartment.\n\" So I'm going after Lissa. \" She wouldn't leave me. \nHe quickly conjures a glow to the end of his wand, and, gripping it tightly in one small fist, he starts off at a jog to catch up with Lumpy.\n\" If you're coming with us, let's go. \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra takes off in the direction of the driders, clearly ready for a fight." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Lissa it is then. Ok, lets go. \"\n\nAeroz follows the determined halfling, his crossbow put away and his standard weapons, the rapier and dagger are drawn." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Unconscious Drow Companion \n\nTrinark groans from the floor, blood oozing from his head.\n\n[OOC: If you guys have to leave me behind I understand, but I hope not. Many things in the Underdark think Drow is quite tasty.]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Heal the drow before we go, whoever has the ability to. He'll come in handy, and maybe he can cook.\" \n\nHe'll look through the drow's stuff for a potion or two. If he finds them he'll force-feed them to the drow, then he'll help him up and rush after the party going after Linda with him.\n\n(('Cause I'm nice like that.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Reluctantly the party splits up. With grim determination, Thokk and the lizardman slip back through the secret door in an attempt to rescue Hajih and the Elthan clone. The others will pursue the driders, hoping to rescue Lissa alive.\n\n\"May Tymora be with you,\" murmurs the original Elthan as Thokk and the lizardman vanish into the darkness. Lumpy closes the door behind them. Fizahn inspects the three doors quickly while Linda revives Trinark and gathers her own strength for the chase.\n\nFizahn notes that the doors are made of iron. The two doors to the sides are rusted shut, but the center one shows signs of recent and repeated use. Guided by Fizahn's everburning torch and Achkby's lighted wand, the party pulls open the central door and rushes down the wide hallway behind it. The hallway twists and turns, and there are more iron doors set at irregular intervals in the walls.\n\nNoting the carefully worked walls and the geometry of the doors and passages, Trinark observes (in draconic) that it appears that the party has entered some kind of drow sanctuary. The wall sconces are darkened and there is a thin layer of dust and debris coverering the floor, suggesting that this complex had been abandoned a long time ago. There is a clear trail in the dust, however, revealing that the driders and spiders (and presumably Lissa) are not too far ahead.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: I need a marching order again. The hallways in this complex are only 10 ft wide. The party consists of Lumpy, Trinark, Elthan, Darius, Linda, Aeroz, Fizahn, Sheyra, and Achkby. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy takes the lead, speeding up a bit given the ease of following the trail. He mutters softly at Trinarks use of Draconic, all the hissing and growling meaning little to him, Going to have to pick that one up someday. \n\nThe lizardman's spell seems to have restored some of his vigor, but after a while, he starts grumbling, one leg dragging a bit behind. He unslings Lissa's bag, rooting around in it, looking for any potions she might have.\n\n((OOC:I'm still assuming I have her bag, since no one said anything contrary when I picked it up. Since it's a Handy Haversack, the potions should present themselves pretty readily. Lumpy would probably drink at least two (hopefully putting him over 20, I don't want to fight driders with 12 HP)))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby translates, and, struggling to keep up just behind Lumpy, asks, \" Can we slow down a bit? You're losing us short folks. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn takes the spot directly behind Lumpy. He holds his everburning torch hig. Whenever Lumpy needs him to, he goes forward to inspect or unlock doors. All the time during the march, he keeps muttering barely audible to himself in gnomish." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz takes Lumpy's left flank and keeps an ever vigilant eye for any signs of Lissa, the driders or any traps that may have been set.\n\n[OOC: Trapfinding, search +4]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark will fall to the back of the group and use his darkvision to scan behind them. He will shout out immediately if he sees any enemies.\n\nTrinark will take the time to load and ready the light crossbow Darius gave him earlier.\n\n I vow that if I get out of this alive... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy and Aeroz take the lead with Fizahn and Achkby directly behind them. The others take up positions in the middle of the party with Trinark bringing up the rear, holding Elthan's crossbow loaded and ready.\n\nThe hallways seem to be forming an inward spiral. The occasional open (or broken down) door reveals only debris strewn rooms with shattered furniture and broken glass. In haste, the party spends no time searching those chambers.\n\nThe trail eventually ends in an elaborately decorated pair of iron doors. The panels of the door depict the usual - torture, living sacrifices, assassinations, etc. Lolth is prominently featured on many of the panels. Trinark mutters something to himself under his breath.\n\nThe doors have been left ever so slightly ajar. Fizahn estimates that the chamber represents the center of the geometric spiral.\n\nIt seems obvious that the driders must be holed up inside the chamber, presumably with Lissa. Thanks to the light and the noise of eight adventurers on the move, no doubt the driders are already aware of the party's presence and have prepared some kind of ambush.\n\nFizahn listens at the door, but there is only a dead silence. Anticipation hangs thick in the air ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark whispers to Lumpy in Undercommon, \"Lumpy, please translate to the group for me.\" \n \"Let me go in to the room first. I am the most expendable of this group and I have a score to settle with these Driders. If there is a trap, which is likely, let me take the hit. I am willing to bet they are not expecting me to be the first one in the room.\" \n\nTrinark glances from face to face, waiting for an answer." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is a bit surprised to hear the drow's translated offer, but nods his head.\n A brave man. Or, as they say, a desperate one. Though even desperation wouldn't send me blindly into a cave of enormous spider-creatures. He isn't really blind, I suppose, but that's beside the point. No knowing what could be in there. Besides the kidnappers, of course. \n\n\" As selfish as it is, I don't object... unless someone has a better plan. And I think that you should probably try to talk in the language of the dragons... I doubt the spidery creatures know it, though they likely know yours. \"\n\" I said no, unless someone has a better plan... And no, Thokk, all of us charging in would probably not be a better plan. \"\n\n(Edited because Thokk's not actually with us...)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe stout orc offers an indifferent sort of half shrug, translating for Trinark, then responding in kind, \" Do what you please, it's skin off your back and not mine. I'm charging in there at some point either way, whether or not you plan on going in first. Just be ready to get out of my way is all. \"\n\nHe turns his attention to the others, \" I've got me a scor ta settle and an eye ta collect either way, and I fully intend to. Let him go first if he wants, but I'm going in right after \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn stares at the door, worriedly. He continues listen as the discussion is going on, hoping to hear some reaction to the party's talking. He looks at the door for a few more seconds, wondering what he should do. He quietly sneaks over to the party and looks at them. \"I don't see any other way to save Lissa. One of us is going to have to go in there. Trinark is the best choice because he's drow and can see. I'm another good choice, because I'm short and stealthy. The only problem with me going in is my torch.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Then let the bodies hit the floor.\" Darius says with a grim smile. Standing behind Trinark he whips out his bow and waits for the door to open." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark looks remarkably composed as he hefts Elthan's light crossbow and prepares to charge into the chamber alone.\n\nLumpy and Fizahn stand to either side of the doorway and pull the heavy iron doors open enough for the drow to slip through.\n\nAlmost immediately, there is the twang of Trinark firing his crossbow, then a hiss as the opening between the two doors is webbed .\n\nThe webbing is thick enough that no one is able to see or hear exactly what befalls Trinark ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy takes half a step back involuntarily, \" Damn, good thing we sent him in first. \"\n\nThe squat orc shrugs, \" Well, no sense giving them enough time ta eat him too. \" Stepping back, up he tries to grab a few handfuls of the webbing and tear at it.\n\n((str check to try and burst through the webbing))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\"Wait. I have a better idea. Fizhan, would you be so kind as to light this pile of goo on fire with that torch of yours?\"\n\nAeroz grip's Sedryn's holy symbol and prays silently to whatever deity may be listening that Lissa is safe and that he gets the Kris and shoves it in one of the assasin's faces for making his life so difficult." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Excellent plan, as long as Trinark isn't caught in the webs, \" says Achkby faintly.\n\n\" And while we're doing that... does anyone happen to have any way to heal a poor, injured halfling? I'm feeling a bit woozy... \"\n\n[OOC]My math finally caught up to me. 7/20 HP :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz reaches into his backpack and pulls out a slender vial with a tealish liquid in it.\n\n\"Here. I only have a few and I'm saving them for an emergency, but we need a mage, so here.\"\n\n[OOC: Potion of CLW]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby downs Aeroz's potion with gratitude, feeling immediately fortified for the battle ahead. Meanwhile, Linda casts mage armor on herself.\n\nFizahn's everburning torch generates no heat and is therefore unable to burn the webs, but Darius has a solution ...\n\n\"Stand back!\" he commands, then he fires two burning arrows into the opening between the doors. With a FWOOM! , the webs are incinerated, leaving a dark and foreboding opening.\n\nThere are no sounds to indicate the fates of Trinark or Lissa ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halflfing Sorcerer \n\n\" Thank you. I owe you one. \"\n And you owe me 300 gold. \n\nAchkby casts a simple spell for light, and directs the glowing balls into the chamber ahead. He raises up his lit wand for more light, as well.\n\n[OOC] Dancing Lights [/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"A good ol' fashion arrow'll do the trick for anything.\" \n And kill anyone, don't get carried away. Why not? What's there to lose? Your sanity, for one. But maybe that's already gone. We'll just have to see. \n\nDarius kicks the door open as hard as can, cackling." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks for a second at the opening. What happened to Trinark and Lissa? Fizahn strains his eyes into the darkness for a second more. I hope they're all right. He grabs his crossbow, and fires a shot off blindly into the opening. I really hope that doesn't hit them. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn fires a crossbow bolt into the dark chamber, then Darius kicks the doors with all of his might, slamming them shut with a BOOM! that echoes loudly.\n\nSheepishly, Darius reaches forward and pulls the doors open ...\n\n[hr]\nLumpy leads the charge into the chamber, followed by the remaining members of the party. All eight of you skid to a stop on a ledge just within the doors.\n\nAchkby's dancing lights illuminate a giant cylindrical shaft, 120 ft in diameter. The shaft extends upward indefinitely into the darkness. The effect is dizzying and disorienting. The shaft also plunges downward at least 60 ft or so. Jagged rocks line the bottom of the shaft. Flashes of metal or occasional white bone down below reveal that the fall has been fatal for others before you.\n\nNarrow stone bridges, approximately 5 ft wide, span the diameter of the shaft at irregular intervals above you, creating the illusion of a network of webbing filling the space within the shaft.\n\nThere is a suspended platform in the center of the chamber with some kind of intricately carved stone throne directly across from the iron doors. A 10 ft wide bridge leads across to the throne. Three other bridges extend from the throne to the left, right, and behind the throne. Essentially the throne is suspended on a horizontal cross of stone in the center of the vertical tunnel.\n\nThere is a dessicated corpse sitting on the throne. It is recognizable as a drow female, still wearing robes marking her of high station. A large dark-purple crystalline amulet glitters on her breast. Several other skeletons, less well preserved, lie scattered at the foot of the throne.\n\nOne drider stands on the bridge in front of the throne. It is holding Trinark, who has been disarmed and webbed, in front of him as a shield. Trinark is conscious, but looks weakened. The drider drags him toward the throne, keeping Trinark between itself and the party.\n\nA second drider dangles from one of the narrow stone bridges 10 ft above you. He carries a small bundle in his arms, holding it threateningly over the rocks 70 ft below. The bundle wriggles as Lissa manages to work her mouth free of the webbing.\n\nLumpy and Darius stand shoulder to shoulder. Sheyra and Aeroz flank them to the left, while Fizahn and Elthan flank them to the right. The front six form a defensive semicircle, protecting Achkby and Linda standing behind them.\n\nThere is movement along the stone bridges above. Numerous monstrous spiders creep along the suspended stone \"webs\", jockeying for position.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Lissa and Trinark are conscious but weakened and webbed. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Half-Orc Warrior \n\n((OOC: Out of curiousity, which Drider is the claw drider? Lumpy's really got it out for that one))\n\nThe broad orc glances about rapidly, his darkvision drinking up the gist of the scene around him rapidly. He wrings his hands onthe haft his flail, evoking a satisfying squeal of a solid grip on the polished wood.\n\nHe spares a quick glance backwards, \" Hope one'a ya's got a plan fer catching the gnome, I'm only good fer the spiders. \"\n\nHe begins to advance along the central bridge, towards the drider with Trinark, his throaty growl switching smoothly into bellowing undercommon, \" If I were you, I'd be a lot less concerned about using him as a shield, and a lot more concerned about concentrating on fighting me. \" With a twist of his wrist, he rattles the chain on his flail, \" It's up to you. \"\n\n((OOC: The throne would be 60 ft in, right? If so, Lumpy will double-move 40 ft across the bridge. And this can't end good))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Lumpy, take this, put it on and say AXELAKA. It'll get you Airborn. If you can distract the drider holding Lissa, I got a plan. Just don't try to move sideways. It doesn't work too well. \"\n\nAeroz tosses the magic bracelet to Thokk. He also draws a strange sky blue vial.\n\n\" Darius. Fire at the thing holding Lissa and make sure that you hit every damn time. The rest of you try and get the drow free. \"\n\nAeroz drinks the liquid from the vial and begins to rise. Begins to slowly move under where the drider holding his friend happens to be.\n\n[OOC: BWAHA!!! I knew that potion of fly would come into handy sometime!!!]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Thokk's not with us, sadly...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby makes a sudden motion toawrds the hanging Drider, but checks himself.\n What if it drops her? \n\nSeeing others, though, move into action, he decides to aid the assault however he can. \" We're ending it here, \" he announces grimly.\n\nHe begins a sibilant, draconic chant, making large, circular gestures with his small hands. A purple ray goes weaving off at the drider clutching the Drow. Easiest target... \n\n[OOC] Ray of Enfeeblement @ Trinark's Drider. Ranged Touch @ +5[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius realizes his mistake a little too late, but enters with his head bowed in prayer. \"...And though my enemies strive against me, Tyr guide my arrows straight and true.\" \n\nHe turns and nods to Aeroz before finishing his prayer.\n\n \"Amen.\" \n\nTwo flaming arrows tear through the darkness up towards the drider holding Lissa." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy catches the bracelet Aeroz tosses to him.\n\nThe claw drider backs up until it has reached the throne. It drops Trinark there and scuttles around to the back of the throne as Lumpy strides across the bridge. The drider ducks behind the stone throne as Achkby's ray narrowly misses him.\n\nWith soft thumps, two spiders drop in front of Lumpy while two others drop behind him, cutting him off from the rest of the party.\n\nLumpy is a blur spinning his body and whirling his flail as the spiders pounce viciously from all directions. Fangs pierce Lumpy's neck and arm, but he throws the spiders off before they can inject him with their venom.\n\n[hr]\nLinda screams as she is webbed from behind. Turning, Sheyra sees a second spider dropping down behind the party. Without hesitation, she continues to turn, dropping her head as her heel spirals outward in a hooking motion, kicking the spider in midair and sending it spinning outward into empty space.\n\n\n[hr]\nDarius misses with his first shot, but then adjusts his aim and strikes the skull drider with a flaming arrow. The drider is almost knocked off of the stone beam and drops Lissa who plummets, screaming, toward the rocks below.\n\nTaking a running start, Aeroz tosses aside the empty vial, swallows the blue potion, and leaps into the void, attempting to catch Lissa as they both drop downward out of sight ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy takes 7 damage. Skull drider takes 12 damage. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Thanks for getting rid of your cover, buddy!\" Darius calls, mumbling a lightning quick prayer while launching another two." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc's face contorts in primeival rage as the drider runs, drawing his flail up in a tighter defense, even as he tries to hamemr at one of the spider between him and the throne.\n\nHe roars again, his undercommon rapidly degrading into a furious rumble, \" You damned coward! Get back out here! \"\n\n((Use expertise to put his AC up to 22, attack on of the spiders in front of him at +6))" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra stays behind on the bridge to protect the casters from any more spiders." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Thanks, Sheyra \" grunts Achkby from between gritted teeth as he sights down the end of his wand.\n\nA few quick motions and a short phrase send two red orbs whirling from its end, weaving between spider legs before slamming into the one next to Lumpy's target.\n\nThe halfling shuffles over to Sheyra, and then glances around. He sees the hanging Drider suspended without Lissa, and then remember's Aeroz's flying dive... \" NNoooooooo! \" he screams in Halfling. He twists around wildly, hoping for something he can do to save Lissa, but can't find anything.\nHis head slumps down for a moment, but then he looks up again, glaring at the two Driders. \" You... \"\n\n[OOC]Discharge 1 Magic Missile for 2 missiles (1d4+1 each) aimed at the spider barring Lumpy's way which he does not attack (unless Achby goes first, then just pick one). Then he'll move next to Sheyra. What color would we be using for Halfling?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The spiders pounce on Lumpy, fangs dripping with venom. He feels sharp pinpricks as the spiders find gaps between his armor, then a wave of nausea washes over him. His flail feels three times as heavy as it should, but he smashes one of the spiders into oblivion. A second spider is disintegrated by Achkby's wand.\n\nThe skull drider scuttles for cover as Darius fires two more arrows with frightening accuracy. One arrow shatters on the stone beam, but the second catches the drider in the chest. The drider is knocked off of his beam, but it manages to catch a hold of another. It hisses as it retreats, placing as much cover as possible between itself and Darius.\n\nFour more spiders plop down onto the ledge, behind Sheyra and Darius. One tries to web the archer, but he dodges the spray as he draws another pair of arrows. Sheyra spins and kicks, keeping the four spiders at bay for the moment, while Elthan attempts to help free Linda from the spider webbing.\n\nAeroz rises up from the darkness below. He smiles, hovering in midair, Lissa's cocooned form cradled in his arms ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy takes a total of 11 damage and 6 STR damage. The skull drider takes 12 points of damage. Two spiders are killed. Sheyra misses a spider. The spiders miss. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa stopped screaming once Aeroz grabbed her, and for a bit she was silent and wide-eyed, staring at Aeroz as if she couldn't quite believe what was happening. Then the words pour forth in a barely comprehensible rush. \"OmigodsAerozthankyousomuchIthoughtIwasDEA D! AndthenIsaweverybodyandIfeltsohorriblethatyouhadto comeformeandwhatifsomebodydied?\" She pauses for breath, and tears are just visible through the hole in the cocoon. \"I'm so sorry... if I had been more alert on watch this wouldn't have happened... ooh, I feel sick, one of those cursed spiders bit me. Did anyone bring my crossbow and gear? If I have my crossbow, I'll bloody well shoot me some spiders once I'm out of this thing, poison or no.\" \n\n(OOC: YAY! She lives! ;D Don't get too far away, Lumpy, Lissa needs her stuff!)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThrashing his flail furiously, but with increasing sluggishness, Lumpy curses fluently. Quickly considering his options, his attention turns to the bracelet Aeroz tossed him. He was desperate, and he needed at least some sort of reprieve.\n\nWith a resigned scowl, the broad orc throws up one last series of defensive blows, growling the elf's word haltingly, \" Axelaka \" He was in it now, if the stupid thing didn't work like the elf said, he wouldn't have much longer to worry about it.\n\n((OOC: Total defense, then try to activate the bracelet and levitate out of reach.\n\nAnd Lumpy's already too far away. Bit off more than I could chew. I'll work on getting it back to her, but she might not have any potions left when it gets there.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks around for a second and draws his \"short sword.\" He then goes over to help Sherya combat the spiders. Jumping among them, he tries to maneuver into a flanking position with her.\n\nOOC: The old tumble to get flanking. Tumble +9 Attack +7 Damage 1d4+2 (+2d6 sneak attack)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" The half orc has your stuff. If you wanna fight, there is a dagger in my sleeve. You can use that in the meanwhile. \"\n\nAeroz moves quickly towards a good spot with little or no spiders there and puts Lissa down. He uses a dagger to cut through the webbing and when he is done, he grabs his rapier and moves towards the nearest drider in order to flank it with another party member." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nHeard from a long way down the hall....\n\n \"IM COMMING LITTLE LASSIE\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nEmerging from the webs, Trinark looks tired and ragged but grimly determined. Weilding his newfound \"tool\" (a longsword), he moves toward the Drider hiding behind the throne. Shouting in Undercommon at the Drider, \"Come on you miserable excuse for a half-breed! Lets see what you got left!\" \n\n[OOC: Trinark is planning to use Total Defense, and engage the Drider. Without the shield and with TD, I believe Trinark's AC is 20. This is a ruse for the Drider, he is trying to lure/goad the Drider into giving up the cover of the thone. Hopefully, this will give Darius, Aeroz et. al. a chance to inflict some damage while Trinark \"dances\" with the Drider.]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" You got her! \" cries Achkby, ecstatic.\n\nHe moves to just behind Sheyra and casts a straightforward spell to sheath his protector is a coating of magical force.\n\" Stand strong, girl! You can take those measly little giant spiders! \"\n\n[OOC]Cast Mage Armor on Sheyra. If she falls, I'm done for.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Get yer arse back here!\" he yells after the fleeing drider.\n\n \"Hahaha! You can't get me you little bastard! Someone take out that spider I got bigger game to hunt!\" \n\nHe continues mumbling prayers under his breath, only bits of which can be heard by those around him, \"... and through the flame... let fly...\" \n\nLaunching another two arrows after the drider he yells \"No amount of cover in the world can stop me now.\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra seems upset by all the recent events, but grits her teeth in determination and kicks at the spider again. \"I am NOT losing anyone else!\" she says." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Claw Drider \n\nThe Drider skitters around the side of the throne, intent on protectively fighting the Drow away from the corpse." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy fends off the two remaining spiders, careful not to lose his footing on the narrow bridge. The spiders maneuver to flanking positions around the half-orc. Lumpy fumbles for Aeroz's bracelet, hoping for a chance to activate it.\n\nDarius fires two more flaming arrows at the skull drider, who has scuttled out of sight. Meanwhile, Aeroz cuts Lissa free of the webbing and hands her a dagger. He then draws his rapier and turns back towards the others.\n\nMore spiders drop to the bridge, cutting off the party from the entrance. Sheyra crushes one of the spiders with a mightly blow, but the dead spider is immediately replaced by another one. Achkby casts a protective spell on Sheyra, which helps keep the spiders from biting her.\n\nFizahn slashes another spider viciously with his weapon. The spider spurts black fluids, but manages to sink its fangs into Fizahn's leg. Fizahn fights off the effects of the spider venom as Elthan blasts the spider into tiny fragments with a pair of magic missiles .\n\nLinda tears the last remaining shreds of webbing from her arms, and burns an attacking spider to a crisp with a scorching ray .\n\nBehind the throne, out of view, Trinark and the claw drider square off.\n\nThe crystal amulet on the breast of the drow priestess' corpse begins to pulsate. The low subharmonics seem to excite the monstrous spiders into an even greater frenzy. The blackness almost seems to come alive as spiders materialize from above and below, converging on the party ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz moves to flank the Claw drider with Trinark\n\n\" Well drow, looks like we're gonna have to be friends after all \"\n\nAeroz lunges at the drider with his rapier.\n\n[OOC: MW Rapier +10 (+2 Flanking), 3d6 damage (Rapier+Flanking Sneak attack]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa fumbles with Aeroz's dagger, then shrugs and tucks it into her belt. Tall-folk weapons are too big for me... even this dagger, the hilt is too wide. He looks busy, I'll give it back later. Drawing her gnome-sized rapier with shaking hands, she heads for the besieged Sheyra. Maybe I can take one of those things from the side, or behind. Ohh, I feel so weak... I have to do what I can, though. \n\n\n(OOC: Stow Aeroz's dagger, draw the rapier which presumably stayed in its scabbard, try to flank a spider with Sheyra.)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nSensing the increasing desperation of the groups situation, Trinark realizes what he must do. Continuing his defensive stance, he withdraws to the side of the thone.\n\nWhen the moment is right, he reaches for the amulet around the skeleton's neck.\n\n[OOC: DR, if Trinark manages to grab the amulet he will wait a moment to see if there is some ill effect. If not, he intends to put it on.]\n\n[OOC2: I'm hoping the amulet may be able to control the spiders...I hope.]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Damn these creatures! Get them away ! \"\n\n\" Lumpy, forget the Drider! Deal with the thigns surrounding you! \"\n\nAchkby sees the skeleton shaking, and the focuses in on the amulet.\n\" Brandobaris grant me aim! \" he cries, casting a spell, and slings his last bolt of acid directly towards the emblem.\n\n[OOC]Casting un-augmented Melf's Acid Arrow at the amulet. This is, of course, assuming that I go before Trinark. If I don't, I'll just blast a spider with the wand... unless the do somethign weird. If they do, I'll blast a Drider instead.[/color]\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Wait! Drow, don't touch that! It may be cursed!\" Darius says as the drow reaches for the amulet.\n\nDarius slides his bow back onto his back, whipping out his longsword and plunging it into the nearest spider.\n\n((Yes, I know Trin can't understand Darius))" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Claw Drider \n\nThe Drider, now swaying his head in tune with the low throbbing permeating the chamber, screeches an unintelligable curse at the pit-elf and moves between him and the throne, attempting to initiate a grapple and disarm. If successful he will use the Drow as a shield as he moves alongside the throne." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Skull Drider \n\nAs it manevuered into position along the stone beams it imperciptly began to wiggle back and forth in time to the pulsations. A low hiss came out of its throat as it got into position above the flaming arrow man, making sure to keep the beam between it and him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy breaks free of the spiders for a moment crying out, \" AXELAKA! \" Lumpy rises off of the stone bridge until he is hovering out of reach of the two remaining spiders.\n\n[hr]\nLissa grits her teeth and valiantly jumps into the battle against the spiders near the doorway, joining Sheyra, Darius, and Fizahn as they fight to keep the spiders from overrunning the party. Shoulder to shoulder, they block one end of the bridge, crushing, stabbing, and slashing. Dead and dying spiders are knocked off the bridge to the rocks below or are trampled by fresh spiders scrambling to reach the party. Despite their efforts, it seems as if there is no end to the monstrous creatures.\n\nJust when they begin to despair, however, the iron doors burst open revealing Thokk, the lizardman, and Elthan holding up an everburning torch! Without pausing for pleasantries, the three of them tear into the spiders from their rear - Thokk lays into the spiders with his sword while the lizardman and Elthan use their bare hands to rip into the spiders. Now flanking the spiders from both sides, the adventurers make quick work of the remaining spiders, meeting in the middle when the last spider is killed.\n\n[hr]\nAeroz runs across the bridge, charging to aid Trinark who is alone by the throne. The two spiders that Lumpy escaped from are still blocking the bridge, but Aeroz skewers one without breaking his stride. Almost simultaneously, Elthan and Linda blast the second one into tiny fragments.\n\n[hr]\nEither not understanding or not hearing Darius' warning, Trinark reaches for the amulet. Achkby \"holds his fire\" but is horrified to see the corpse animate, grabbing Trinark's wrist and shaking its dessicated head as if to say, \"I don't think so ...\"\n\nTrinark falls to his knees as the corpse rises to her feet and the purple pulsations from the amulet intensify.\n\nThe claw drider shrinks back behind the throne and the skull drider conceals himself behind the stone beams.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk, Elthan and the lizardman return! Elthan uses chill touch. The spiders are eventually slain.\n\nThe corpse animates. I need each player to make a private DC 16 Will save (you don't have to send me the rolls). If you fail, your character will be paralyzed with fear for 1d4 rounds. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\n[OOC: I don't know if the female drow skeleton released him or not.]\n\nFeeling a sudden wave of terror wash over him, Trinark concentrates on the hate and loathing he carries for all followers of Lolth. The wave subsides, and Trinark prepares to battle with the skeleton.\n\nTrinark plans to engage the animated female skeleton in melee. He is forced to use his newfound longsword.\n\n[OOC: -2 to hit with the longsword, I believe.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's rapier arm sags once the last spider is killed, and a sheen of sweat is on her unnaturally pale face. Clearly, the spider poison has taken its toll. Despite this, she manages a smile for the new arrivals. \"Glad to see you three could make it. As you see, we can seriously use your hel-\" \n\nJust then, the corpse's amulet activates.\n\nLissa drops her ichor-covered rapier on the path with a clatter, falling to her knees. \"Noooo...\", she moans. Dark eyes are wide with fear as the gnome huddles on the stone.\n\n\n(OOC: Rogues and Will saves... it's just not pretty. Sigh. And she's not prone! She's kneeling!)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nCrashing in behind Thokk and Elthan, the lizardkin attacks the spiders ferociously. He turns in mid-snarl, to see a dead body arise over the drow. The shock of seeing an undead was replaced by disgusted wrath as he steps towards it but as a pulse emitted from the amulet, waves of fear pushed him back. The unnatural terror chilling him to the core and freezing him in place.\n\nOOC: ugh.. bad roll" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fiazhn: \n\n Having helped defeat the spiders, Fizahn turns around to face the drider with Trinark. He begins to move toward them when the skeleton rises. He doesn't take any more steps and just stands there with a look of utmost horror on his face.\n\nOOC: I didn't even need to look at his save to know he failed... Paralyzed for 2 rounds, unless you're rolling that." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nThe spiders defeated, Sheyra turns to the other side of the bridge just in time to see the corpse animate. She feels a twinge of fear, but ignores it and starts making her way towards the new threat.\n\nOOC: Good roll + good saves = good times." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Took y'all long enough and- woah!\" \n\nDarius sheaths his sword in fear, but then draws his bow, firing a flaming arrow towards the undead's neck.\n\n((Yes! A 16 [+1 so 17]))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz notices the dead priestess rise and he feels a quivering in his lower stomach. He shrugs it off and flies toward the preistess, both weapons at a ready.\n\n[OOC: NATURAL 20!!! And just my luck, I'm gonna get all critical misses for the next 5 rounds. Moving 40ft from current position (Fly)]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Urgh. I wanted to do something useful.. shoot the thing..\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAlmost done with his spell, Achkby pauses merely a word away from its completion as Trinark reaches for the amulet.\n No. \nHe watches, horrified, as Trinark is caught and forced down.\nAs the amulet begins to pulse, he shrinks away, seeing most of his companions stop in shock as it does.\n No. Not now. Not now, we are not going to lose now, I am not going to, I can't give up now. Now is the time for action, not to shy away from doing. You have the soul of a dragon, Achkby, use it. \nAnd he forces aside the terror creeping over him, finishes the spell, and sends it flying away towards the skeleton.\n\" No you don't! \" he yells into the silence.\n\n[OOC]Yay. Drama. Internal struggle. Good stuff.\nAnd I can't believe I made that save... even with 7 Wisdom, 16 + 5 base -2 mod =19. Yay![/OOC]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nStill dripping in spider\n\n \"THOU SHALL DIE AND STAY DEAD!\" \n\nOOC:\nThokk has an amazing will of +0\n-1 wis, and +1 base\n\nI do have the +2 bonus against spells and spell like abilities, but I dont think Thokk will be happy..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan see's the corpse rise up by Trinark, and thinks all at once, passing seemlessly through the 'wave' of fear spreading from it\n The drow awoke some undead. This should be fun, but my spells aren't going to be as effective on it as they where on the spiders. At least there are a few large ones left to squish. \n\n(OOC: Elthan will move so as to get a direct line to the neaest spider and cast Ray of Enfeeblement . He will try not to get closer than 35ft.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe thick half-orc grunts exultantly as he rises into the air, already rummaging through Lissa's sack for a potion so he can get back into things. Abruptly though, he stops, bobbing gently in the air. Those who can see his face would almost all agree.. terrified half-orcs are even more grotesque than normal.\n\n((Grah, so close.. And if he's paralyzed, he doesn't fall does he? That'd be embaressing.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the drow priestess rises to her feet in undeath, Lissa drops to her knees in terror, and the lizardman stumbles backward in fear. Fizahn, Linda, and Elthan freeze in their tracks. Lumpy bobs in midair, his face frozen into a grotesque rictus of horror.\n\nShivering, Trinark bring up a gleaming longsword that he had retrieved from the debris at the base of the throne. Alone, he confronts the undead priestess, but his movements with the longsword are clumsy, and he almost drops the weapon when she smashes him aside with her forearm.\n\nAchkby fires an acid arrow from across the bridge, striking her in the shoulder. Darius' flaming arrow also flies true, but the drow priestess moves with alarming speed, knocking the arrow out of the air. The arrow hisses at it spirals downward to the the rocks below.\n\nThokk and Sheyra charge almost shoulder to shoulder across the bridge. Aeroz soars above them, flying toward the unliving priestess like a guided missile.\n\nElthan, farthest toward the back, trains a ray of enfeeblement on one of the last remaining spiders, and watches with satisfaction as the spider's wobbly legs collapse.\n\n\n\nOOC: Trinark fumbles with a natural 1. The drow priestess misses with a 17. Achkby hits for 4 points of damage this round. (An additional 5 points will be applied next round.) Darius misses with an 18.\n\nThokk, Sheyra, and Aeroz engage the priestess. Go ahead and roll attacks and damage vs AC 20. The priestess has DR 5. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius' mouth drops. \"Impossible...\" \n\nBeing Darius, however, he quickly regains his composure \"Let's see if you can do it a second time!\" Darius says, launching an arrow. \"How 'bout a third time?\" He calls as he fires again.\n\n((Wow, I'm gonna level up like a crazy man when this is done!))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drop Companion \n\nTrinark grits his teeth and focuses on the foe before him. He will remain in combat with the drow skeleton, looking for an opening.\n\n \"Lumpy, I could use some help over here...\" \n Lets try this again... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nAlmost as if in response to Trinark's plea, the snubnosed orc's eyes narrow, wide-eyed fear replaced by the sharpness of rage (though it's not really a great improvement on his appreance.) Overriding anger pushed fear from his mind, anger at driders, anger at spiders, poison, undead, anything there was to be angry at. Orcish nature at it's best.\n\nWith a hoarsely growled roar, he wills himself to drop back down, starting an awkward jog to move up alongside the others, poison wieghing him down, but not enough to stop him yet.\n\n((I'm not sure what kind of action dropping back to the floor requires, but if he can still do that and move and attack, he will. He was already 40 feet across the bridge, so there should only be 20 feet left to go. If so, he hits with a 22 (15 +7), for 2 damage (6 + 1 - 5) If not, oh well.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe rogue continues to moan incoherently, huddled on the stone of the bridge amid giant spider corpses and body parts. Fear fills her white-rimmed eyes.\n\n\n(OOC: We pause for this magically-induced panic attack. Lissa will be with you after this round!)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nIn front of the undead cleric, Aeroz drops his dagger and draws his mace and slams it into the cleric.\n\n[OOC: Rolled 15+6, damage 6 (Most undead are vulnerable to bludgeoning, so I am going to assume that this one is too]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"BURN IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF THE ABYSS!\" \n\nOOC:\nThokk's to hit is a lovely +10\nDamage is 1d10 + 6, with a +1 weapon" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nSeeing the approach of the warriors in the group, Trinark executes a defensive withdraw from melee.\n\n[OOC: Sorry folks, I'm not much in melee especially with Strength damage from the spiders and fighting with a foreign weapon. Get 'em Fighters!]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe fear turns overwhelming as the lizardkin averts his eyes his eyes from the horror. His emotions a tangled knot of fear, anger and shame.\nEven the sight of the young one charging toward it not enough to stir his leaden limbs into motion.\n\nBlocking out his senses, the reptilian digs into his core. He fights the confusion in his mind, continuously slapping away his attempts to regain control." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "All spiders gone, yes?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves closer ot Darius, feeling oddly safer next to the maniacal archer.\n\n\" Can't block these! \" he shouts as he releases two more reddish orbs from his wand.\n\n[OOC]Use Wand of Magic Missile on the priestess again. That's the... third use, yes?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy and Aeroz converge on the priestess from the air, while Thokk and Sheyra close in on foot. Trinark gratefully withdraws from the melee, holding his newly acquired longsword in front of him defensively.\n\nLumpy and Aeroz smash the undead drow from opposite directions, while Thokk slices downward across the priestess' torso. The evil power animating the priestess gives her unnatural toughness, and although her ribs and collarbone shatter with satisfying crackles, she continues to grin evilly as if the attacks were mere annoyances. Her empty eye sockets fixate on Thokk.\n\n WHAM!!! , her arm is a blur as she backhands Thokk with a dry, withered forearm. The dwarf is knocked off of his feet, skidding backwards, sliding to a stop just inches from the edge of the bridge.\n\nAchkby fires more magic missiles from his wand, as Darius fires a pair of flaming arrows at the priestess, carefully aiming to miss his comrades. Achkby's orbs strike the priestess, and one of the arrows catches in her robes, setting them ablaze. She hisses in agony as she quickly bats out the flames.\n\nDarius grins in satisfaction only to be knocked to the ground by the skull drider who, taking advantage of the confusion, has dropped down onto the archer from above. The drider sinks its fangs into Darius' neck as its spidery legs caress his body gently ...\n\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy, Aeroz, and Thokk all hit AC 20 for a total of 11 points of damage. Achkby hits for 6 damage (plus 5 more points from the acid arrow). Darius hits once for 10 points of damage. The priestess has taken a total of 36 points of damage.\n\nThe priestess criticals Thokk with a 31 and 26 for 26 points of damage.\n\nSkull drider hits Darius with a 22, biting for 4 points of damage. Darius saves vs poison with a 23. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, grining, turns from the recently saped drider to the skull drider that droped down near Darius.\n\n\"Oh no you don't!\"\nThe same drainging red ray springs from Elthans hands again\n\n(OOC: from 35ft away, Ray of Enfeeblement.\nRange touch attack--&> 16 + 3- 19\nDamage--&> 4+1= 5 Str damage)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n Desparate times call for desperate measures. Gods I hope this works. \n\nAeroz sheathes his rapier and pulls out a bright green vial. He uncorks the vial and tries to splash the preistess with it's contents.\n\n[OOC: Ranged touch 22 (15+7), potion of cure moderate wounds. The spelll hurts undead, so why not the potion? 16 positive energy damage to lichy bitchy there.]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn snaps out of his paralysis as the drider falls on Darius. Quickly readying his \"short sword\", he rushes to Darius's aid. He makes a quick thrust at the drider.\n\nOOC: Attacking skull drider with a 20 (13+7) for 5 (3+2) damage." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n If I go before Elthan I (which I think is the case) or he misses: \n\nAchkby jumps away from Darius as the spider-thing descends upon him, and casts a spell full of long, hissing syllables. A crackling red ray reaches out hit the creature.\n\n[OOC] Ray of Enfeeblement @ Drider, +5. 19+5=24 to hit, for 3+2=5 Str damage.[/OOC]\n\n If I go after Elthan I and he hits: \n\nAchkby jumps away from the Drider, and activates his wand once again to blast it with his luminiscent red globes of force.\n\n[OOC]Using Wand of Magic Missile . The two deal 2 and 2 damage (minimum! yuck).[/OOC]\n\n[OOC]As a note... I feel guilty for duplicating his move. But I would also feel stupid if I did something different, because I know that's what he's going to do. Because Achkby doesn't.\nWhat's our policy on posting an action after someone behind you in the initiative order has already posted?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nIn the past, Lissa has reacted to any sort of insectoid creature with irrational panic. One would expect her to do the same at the sudden appearance of the skull drider. Now, though... now she snaps out of her paralyzing fear, eyes narrowed and glaring at the drider in pure hate. Picking up her rapier, Lissa gestures and chants softly to herself. A taunting voice that sounds remarkably like Lissa herself comes from behind the drider. \"You may have got me, worthless halfbreed, but you won't get my friend! And what's more, you'll notice I escaped! Both times! And all of us will escape again, incompetent dung-eater!\" The voice turns into a mocking singsong.\n\n \"Attercop! Attercop!\nYou'll regret the day,\nYou tried to take a gnome\nAnd pack her away!\nSpider-drow, lookit now,\nYou're about to die!\nAnd so I bid you\nA cheerful goodbye!\" \n\nThe ghostly voice giggles hysterically.\n\n\n(OOC: Pick up dropped rapier (move), use ghost sound ability (standard). Even if the drider doesn't understand Draconic, the tone should be unmistakable. ;) )" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Argh! Geroff me!\" Darius says, grabbing at the drider and atemmpting to hurl it off of him into the abyss. \"Krike! He bit me! 'Elp!\" \n\n((I guess this would be grapple, or counter-grapple or something... so I have a +2 Str Bonus.Tell me if you want me to roll, DR. Thinking of multiclassing to bard soon, Lissa? ;D))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe intensity of Lumpy's anger seems to subside as the priestess hammers Thokk backwards, \" Ah, Hell.. \" A sober looks crosses his face, his fighting style changing abruptly. Conscious of his deteriorating condition, his wild swings coalesce into a tight defense, focused strikes aimed for a classic loop and draw, trying to hook the undead drow and drag her from her feet.\n\n((Full expertise, AC 22, attempts trip:\n\nMelee touch attack 11 + 3 = 14\nOpposed Check 19 + 5 = 24\n If successful,\nFollowup attack 14 + 3 = 17\nDamage 7 + 1 = 8\nHe'll drop his flail rather than be tripped in return))\n\n\nIf the priestess is successfully tripped, Lumpy calls out to Trinark in undercommon, diverting his attention from the fight long enough to unsling Lissa's pack and toss it back to him, \" Help the damned dwarf! \"\n\n((I hope that counts as a move-equivelant action, Thokk doesn't have much time))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark moves instantly to render aid to the dwarf. He appears to be mumbling under his breath, but difficult to make out the words.\n\n[OOC: DR, up to you. Either Healing skill or...]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThoughts and memories flicker past his consciousness randomly. Blocking out his senses, Ssathiyaa remembers a distant memory. A memory he had not long recalled. As the sounds of the battle die out and his senses divorce themselves from the present, the memory swims more clearly into focus.\n\nIt was 4 years ago.The old one had been teaching him. The interconnectedness of everything within The Balance. Tat Avm Si ... That Which Is \n\nThe image distorts as the chaos and fear twists his mind. He fights it, his face grimaces to any who see him\n-----------------\nHe was sitting in his master's hut.\nThe words had been simple but he could not understand or rather he could. But he could not see his master's teaching.\n\nHe had been running in the marsh. Running...running. Hiis limbs ached with fatigue. He had tripped. He had not seen the ground. A small mistake.\n\nA growl.\n\nHe had not seen the tiger. A mistake that would cost him his life.\n\n It easily dodged the dart he hurled at it. Closing his hand on something as he scrambled away, he cried out as he felt a bite. A VIPER! ..A spinning head..a hungry tiger.Pain! The viper coiled and slithered away.\nFrustration tore thru him as he scrambled on one elbow. A mixture of fear, elatedness,freedom, pain and confusion buffeted him but then, he saw the present with a sudden clarity!\n\nHe saw IT.\n\n Words could not express it. Nothing he had experienced before had prepared him.\n\nHe understood [i]How[i] he was part of something greater. As he snapped back into the NOW , he felt nothing; simply a calm as open and great as the sky.\n GO AWAY ,\nhe willed at the tiger. And after looking at him with burning bright eyes, it did.\nHe limped back eventually. But there was no hurry. All places were One. He was not alone.\nHe named the viper, 'Tcha'.\n-------------------\n{In his mind:}\nThe distortions had ebbed as the memory intensified and finally ceased to touch it. The fear swirled and crashed around it like the eye of a storm. Taking a breath, he pushed the calm outward. The resistance was great but he would not give in and finally he felt it begin to buckle." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra furiously attacks the undead drow, not caring that she is barely capable of damaging it.\n\nOOC: The Internet won't work on my normal computer, so I don't have access to my character sheet this week. Also, I have been and will be rather busy, so if I don't post and we're still fighting, just have Sheyra keep attacking the priestess." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The priestess grins as Aeroz throws the healing potion into her face. She makes a faint dry rasping noise ... laughter.\n\nThe priestess ignores Sheyra's ineffectual punches and kicks, and instead turns to face Lumpy.\n\nLumpy's flail whistles through the air, catching the drow priestess behind the calf, bringing her down flat on her back. She rebounds to her feet, seeming to defy physics, but not before Lumpy follows up with a mighty blow that caves in much of her chest.\n\nAs the priestess regains her feet, Lumpy's flail sparks on the stone bridge then rises upward, catching the undead priestess across the face. Her cheekbone shatters, and bone fragments fly, and yet her grotesque smile never fades.\n\n WHAM! She backhands Lumpy much as she did Thokk, sending him tumbling off the bridge. He falls, unconscious, into empty space. His flail spirals off into the darkness, eventually clattering onto the sharp rocks below.\n\n[hr]\nLissa distracts the skull drider while Fizahn and Achkby rush to Darius' aid. Fizahn creases the drider's abdomen with his \"sword\", while Achkby keeps blasting away with his wand. Darius attempts to roll free of the drider, but the large aberration holds on with its many legs, continuing to suck the blood from Darius' throat.\n\n[hr]\nTrinark crawls over to Thokk's inert body. As the drow mumbles, the longsword in his hand begins to glow faintly. When Trinark places his hand on Thokk's forehead, there is a brief flash of light from the sword and, with a sudden gasp, Thokk sits up and his eyes fly open.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Sheyra misses. Aeroz's CLW potion has no effect. Lumpy trips the priestess, but his follow up misses. When the priestess stands up, Sheyra misses but Lumpy hits with an AOO for 3 points of damage. Lumpy is hit for 13 points of damage and is knocked off the bridge.\n\nElthan causes 5 points of STR damage. Achkby hits for 4 points. Fizahn hits for 5 points. Lissa uses ghost sound. The skull drider hits Darius for 4 points. Darius saves vs poison, taking no STR damage.\n\nTrinark casts CLW on Thokk for 10 points.\n\nThe skull drider has taken 33 points of damage. The undead drow priestess has taken 42 points of damage. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Here we go, brave comrades. Now is the time to do away with this monstrosity once and for all! \" Achkby cries, his voice even higher than usual with excitement. He pays no attention to the skirmish with the priestess, his attantion entirely consumed with the much closer threat of the Drider.\n\n What else can I do... this wand is of little use... but I daren't shoot anything else, it might hit Darius. Here we go again... \n\nHe blasts at the thing once more with his wand, and the two orbs connect with the thing's exoskeleton with much more satisfying crunches.\n\n[OOC]Much better. 4 & 5 damage, respectively.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Goddamn! Get off my neck you bastard!\" \n\nDarius attempts to grab the drider by it's neck, shaking it and attempting to wrench it off him and throw it down the way of poor Lumpy.\n\n At least I don't feel sick yet. I could made poison salad dressing from those drow arrows... and that... undead abomination is massacering my friends, I have to get this damn drider off me! " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSeeing the potion had little to no effect, he continues dishing out the hurt with his mace.\n\n[OOC: 10+5=15=Miss]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUnfortunately, Lissa looks up just in time to see Lumpy go tumbling off the bridge. She gasps, shoving her fist in her mouth to choke off a scream. Don't scream, don't scream, you'll lose any surprise you have! Biting her lip, the gnome shifts her grip on her rapier and glares at the drider on top of Darius. I may not be able to save Lumpy, but by Baravar I'll do my best to help Darius! Lissa charges at the creature rapier-first, aiming for what looks like a vulnerable spot on the belly.\n\n\nOOC: I can't find rules for combining a charge and a sneak attack, so if it's allowed that's what I'll do. If not, move and sneak attack (+2d6).\n\nAttack= 23 w/charge or 21 (roll 13, atk +8, charge +2)\nReg. damage= 1 (min. damage :P )\nSneak damage= 7 (roll 3 + roll 4)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nSpringing up\n\n \"Thanks laddie, now LET US DESTORY HER\" \n\nTo the Undead\n\n \"TIME TO LAY TO REST, THE FORGE TAKE YOU\" \n\nOOC: Thokk moves to attack, but does not charge the undead, keeping his AC as high as possible\n\n Thokk To Hit (1d20 + 10=30) \n Thokk Confirm Crit (1d20 + 10=23) (I wish)\n\n Thokk Crit Damage (2d10 + 12=25) \n\nI hate undead and their inabiliity to be crit...\n\nAs such, 16 damage it is (Im usising the first roll)\n\n11 damage through, not bad" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The skull drider is rocked by the barrage of magic missiles from Achkby's wand. When Lissa springs in and stabs the drider in the back, the drider realizes that it has had enough.\n\nIt releases Darius, and scuttles away, dropping off the edge of the bridge and disappearing underneath it.\n\nDarius climbs to his feet shakily, then retrieves his bow while Achkby and Lissa smile, pleased to have driven off the drider for now ...\n\n[hr]\nTrinark's touch has miraculously brought back Thokk from the brink of death. Without pausing to reflect on how close he has come to oblivion, Thokk grabs his sword and re-engages the drow priestess in mortal combat.\n\nIgnoring the grinding of his broken ribs, Thokk roars and thrusts his bastard sword completely through the drow priestess' chest until a foot and a half of shining steel protrudes from between her shoulder blades. Thokk smiles into the drow priestess' face and whispers, \"May the Forge take you, bitch!\"\n\nThokk's attack would have been instantly fatal to almost any living enemy, but the drow has not been alive for a long time ...\n\nThe priestess ignores the fact that she is impaled on Thokk's sword. Instead, she reaches out with her left hand, grabbing Thokk around the neck. Her grip tightens with unnatural strength as Thokk tries in vain to escape from her bony fingers.\n\nThe amulet's glow rises in intensity as she squeezes harder and harder and harder. Aeroz can only watch in horror as Thokk's face turns blue and his eyes roll up into his skull. Mercifully, eventually Thokk's vertebral column gives way with a loud SNAP! and Thokk's body goes limp.\n\nThe priestess releases her grip and Thokk, the last of the Mithral Guard, slumps to the ground with a muffled clanging of platemail ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The skull drider takes 17 more points of damage, for a cumulative total of 50 points, but it is still alive. The drow priestess is hit by Thokk for 11 (10 + 6 - 5) points of damage, for a cumulative total of 53 points of damage. Thokk is hit with a 23 (12 + 11) for 16 (6 + 10) points of damage, dropping him to -15 HP. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"There we go, get the hell off! Go back to-\" \n What?! How could this happen? Damn it! If only that drider hadn't gotten in the way. If you hadn't missed it when it was on the ledge you would've been there to help him! You fool! Once again you've condemned a living being to death! You promised yourself that this would be the last time! A broken promise... how many of those have there been? Stop thinking, start acting. No! We need to get out of here! She could kill us all, I can't let the others die. So save them, but don't run, if you can succeed... only death will die. \n\nDarius lifts his bow as he wipes the blood from his neck. \"Don't think... \n\nTwo more flaming arrows whirl through the darkness towards the abomination's chest." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"NOOOOOOO!!\" This time, Lissa lets herself scream as another ally- and maybe even friend- dies in a burst of eldritch blue light. The high-pitched wail echoes through the cavern. \"Damn you back to the Pits you came from, undead bitch! May your treacherous goddess turn upon you and eat you like a fly!\" All Lissa can really do is swear at her enemy... her gnome-sized crossbow, along with all her other equipment, fell off the bridge with Lumpy. Blue light... that awful blue light... wait! The light got stronger when she attacked! Maybe the amulet's giving her strength! \n \"Aim for the amulet! Everybody, try and smash that accursed magic amulet!\", Lissa yells. She looks around, rapier ready for any spider or drider that might try another attack.\n\n\n(OOC: Ready action to attack if a hostile creature other than the undead drow comes within range. If that drow gets near Lissa, she's beating feet- there's no way she can hit it with a -4 Str penalty and a nonmagical weapon.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, flushed with his temporary victory over the Drider spins to see how many small pieces his comrades have broken the priestess into. A flicker of his attention notices that Lumpy is no longer standing on the bridge, but most of his consciousness watches as Thokk is throttled by the abomination, ecen as his sword sticks out of her shattered ribcage.\n\n Whoa. is all he thinks. Not particularly attached to Thokk, he is more awed by the display of force.\nhis mind flashes to his scroll cases, which always used to hold spells for dire situations such as this... but Achkby has never tried to work as a group before; all of his spells enable escape, and that will not save anyone right now, even himself.\nKnowin it to be mostly ineffective, he nonetheless activates his wand once again.\n\n\" Nothing I can do! \" he cries, releasing two balls of force.\n\n[OOC]Wow. Uh... 3 & 2 damage. I got nothing.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Fighter/Rogue \n\n\" DAMMIT!!! \"\n\nKnowing there is no chance at all that he could possibly beat this thing on his own, he begins to move away. Hearing Lissa's comment, he smashes his mace at the amulet and begins to fly away as fast as he can.\n\n JOIN YOUR SPIDER BITCH IN THE ABYSS! \n\n[OOC: 15+6=21, Damage 9, Retreat action]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "OOC: Balls\n\nWell, It was fun while it lasted. REVENGE ME\n\n Another One bites the dust... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "OOC: Taking 2 rounds worth of actions. Paralyzed the first round\n\n Lizardkin Druid \nWith a deep breath and a final grunt of effort, the lizardman mentally throws off the overbearing weight. He collapses to his hands and knees, panting noisily to get back his breath. His head comes up, his eyes narrowed into twin slits of fury locked onto the drider before him. The panting slows as he pushes himself up.\n\nHe casts Magic Fang reflexively onto his claws and doesn't wait to see them take on a faint green hue as he charges. Midway thru his charge the drider escapes and he is forced to see the sight of his packamte, the valiant warrior du-arf fall before the horror he had cowered from. A red haze comes over his vision and he charges snarling at the creature intent to ripping it to shreds.\n\nOOC: 1st(last) round RP Current round cast magic fang and move to drider/darius/achkby/Lissa position nect round charge and leap onto drow priestess. Hopefully knocking her down and then rip and bite. I will rip the necklace off but i will focus on her. The rest of you better 'magic' her. I can't damage her much.DR: when Thokk inflicted 11 damage shouldn't the cumulative be 50+ 11 = 61?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz raises Sedryn's mace, and smashes the indigo amulet into tiny shards. For his efforts, he is rewarded with a backhanded blow that knocks him off his feet. He slides to a halt 10 ft away from the drow priestess. Aeroz coughs up some blood as he looks up in time to see the priestess struck by Achkby's magic missiles and Darius' flaming arrows.\n\nThe drow priestess' body explodes, showering Trinark and Aeroz with fragments of bone.\n\nSilence descends on the cavern as dust fills the air ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Fighter/Rogue \n\n\" My gods \" Aeroz says panting. He turns to look at his dead dwarven companion and he realizes \" Lumpy! '\n\nAeroz reaches into his pack and pulls out a coil of rope and flies to where he remembers Lumpy landing. When he finds the half orc he will tie the rope around him and finds a simple fulcrum for him to use to lift the half orc up." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hahaha! Perfect!\" Darius cries as the priestess explodes.\n\n I told you so... Haha, maybe I should listen to you more often... Might be a good idea. But not now, I have stuff to deal with. \n \"Someone get out a potion, Lumpy's going to need it the second they reach us... unless he's already dead.\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\"Damn it!\" Sheyra yells, seeing Thokk die right in front of her. Coming out of her combat-induced fury after the priestess explodes, she tilts her head towards the cavern's ceiling. \"How many more of us have to die?!\" She sinks to her knees and puts her head in her hands. \"All we needed was to get out of here alive...\" she sobs, \"Is that really so much to ask?\"\n\nAll the things that have happened, all the people that she's lost... the memories rush upon Sheyra like water from a broken dam. She slumps over with her face hidden and, for what is perhaps the first time in her life, cries as hard as she can." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"WOOOOOOO!!\" Lissa lets out a loud, shrill whoop of victory on seeing the undead drow explode. Thrusting her rapier into the air in a gesture of victory, she begins making her way towards the throne and Thokk's body. \"Is... is Thokk really dead? And where did Lumpy go? I think I saw him go off the bridge... but didn't he have Aeroz's levitating bracelet?\" She looks around at her comrades, anxious. Habit kicks in, and Lissa pulls out a rag to begin cleaning spider guts off of her raper. A sheen of sweat is on her face despite the underground chill, and the gnome's hands are trembling." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn just stands still, a look of utter shock on his face as the drow priestess is destroyed. After she explodes, he runs over to Thokk. \"Thokk? You can't really be dead! You're one of the best warriors I knew... If this can happen to you in combat, what will happen to me? I know we had our differences and didn't always agree, but..\" Sadly looking at Thokk's corpse, he trails off. I can't believe he's dead... I've traveled with him since practically the beginning of my career. I guess he'll join Moradin wherever dwarves go when they die. Best not to dwell in the past. I hope Lumpy's okay. We'll need him now more than ever. Looking extremely sad, Fizahn heads over to check on Lumpy.\n\nOOC: And we bid farewell to Thokk, leaving Fizahn as the only original Sarloc's Heir character who's been there through the entire game... :'(" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nSeeing the skeleton explode, he breathes a sigh of relief. He quickly takes in his surroundings, making sure none of the other group members are still under attack.\n\nTrinark moves over to Thokk's body and quickly examines it. Given the extent of the injury, he knows there is no way he personally can do much.\n\nHe begins to look at the area around the throne, searching for any items that might be magical that the group could use to help Thokk.\n\n[OOC: DR, was the amulet completely destroyed? Or did the gem in the center survive intact?]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" DAMMIT! No! No! They are not gone! They are not! \"\nHe pauses for a moment as the implications continue to crash down on him, his eyes bulging, staring wildly around the room.\n\" But do not let your guard down!! There are still spiders here! If nothing more, we have the duty to Lumpy to kill that spiderbeast! They are abvoe us still! They are even below us. Stay focused! \"\nHe whirls about, pointing his wand wildly at the targets as he lists them." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nObserving Achkby's actions Darius suddenly remembers. \"Aeroz!\" he cries down, \"The drider I was attacking has disappeared under the bridge! Be careful on your way up.\" \n\n\nIf the spider's attack he will fire upon them, but for now he looks down for a glimpse of Aeroz or the driders..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa looks down at her half-cleaned rapier and sighs. \"Should've waited to clean my blade. Druid? Please, can you look at Thokk? He... he can't really be dead, I'm sure he's just unconscious...\" She looks up at Ssathiyaa with a painful hope in her dark eyes. Then the gnome peers into the darkness all around, watching for any sign of surviving enemies.\n\n\nOOC: Spot check for enemies: 20 = roll 12 + skill 8. Dunno what the lighting modifier is, subtract as necessary." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe lizardkin had skidded to a halt as the priestess exploded. Still aware the driders lurked closeby, he craned his neck in search of them.\n\nHearing a plea from the gnome they had rescued, he turns to look at Thokk. But a look is all he needs to know that Thokk is beyond them. The warrior who had rescued the wizard barely moments ago and had attacked the creatures full of life and courage lay drained of his vitality. His neck twisted fatally.\nThe sorrow in the others only deepened the grief he felt. Thokk had shown him that in pinkskins lay the spirit of the greatest of lizardkin warriors. His loyalty always to defend his pack had finally dispelled any notions of inferiority Ssathiyaa had over pinkskins.\n\n My weakness has cost a true warrior his life \n\nForcing aside his grief,shame and guilt, he fueled his rage\nThe cold fury strengthening his resolve to hunt and kill the spider-aberrations. There was a blood-debt to be settled.\n\n \n \"sSCALE AND CLAW, I sSHALL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD\" \n\"sSemuanya guide me to my prey\" \n\n\nOOC: sorry a honorarium to Thokk and the impact he had in Ssathiya. Ssathiya's focused on killing The driders but can't fly. Can someone drive them where we can kill them. let's finish this. We walked into a trap they set. we lost one of us...but they aren't walking away from this." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn seems surprised as the lizardman's shout rattles him back into reality. He looks the druid over for a second before his sadness becomes rage, anger, and hate. \"Well put, druid! Thokk will be avenged if I have to hunt those driders for the rest of my life!\" Fizahn grabs his crossbow and begins looking for a drider that he can shoot." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achlby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby calms some, but he is still breathing hard.\n\" One of those abominations went under the bridge! The other one, with the claws, it should be behind the throne. Fizahn, lizardkin, come with me, we'll look for that one... \"\n\nHe starts walking across the bridge toward the throne." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Scraping and clicking above remind everyone that there are still dozens of monstrous spiders lurking in the darkness.\n\nWith haste, Aeroz and Fizahn peer over the edge of the bridge, looking for some sign of the half-orc's fate.\n\nSheyra kneels by Thokk's body, tears streaking her face. Trinark searches in vain for fragments of the priestess' amulet.\n\nThe others form a loose circle, scanning the cavern for the driders. They look above and below, aware that their enemies might appear from any direction ...\n\n[hr]\n\"There and there!\" cries Lissa. She points to the bridges to the left and right of the throne.\n\nThe skull drider clambers up from under the left bridge. Rolling onto its back, it wriggles in agony as its carapace fractures. Thin beams of blue-purple light radiate outward through the enlarging cracks as the drider's body seems to break apart.\n\nTo the right of the throne, the claw drider appears, writhing in much the same manner as the skull drider. The shiny black shell of the drider's body falls apart as indigo light bursts outward from within. The claw drider's eyes are open, staring upward into the dark shaft above. Lissa notes that the chaos diamond has been placed back into the drider's left eye socket.\n\nWithout warning, there is a silent explosion of purple light that momentarily blinds the party. As the afterimage of the explosion fades, the survivors of the battle see two naked human bodies lying unconscious where the driders had been a moment ago ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Someone should fly down there and collect his body, we shouldn't just let him lie there in the cold until he rots...\" Darius says as he scans the area for the driders...\n\n \"What is Tyr's name is this?\" Darius says as the beasts' transformations occur.\n\n Keep your head on your shoulders! \n\nDarius grabs each of them by the scruffs of their necks and drags them both to the throne. He takes his rope and winds it around them, tying a knot in the back. Then he slides his bow onto his back and draws his sword, holding it across both of their necks.\n\n((Not exactly a one round action but the battle's mostly over, so what the heck? If not he'll just take a few rounds doing this, unless something of interest happens.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nA startled shriek joins the light of the explosion as Lissa covers her watering eyes. Once the light has faded, she uncovers them and stares incredulously at the driders-that-were. \"What in the name of all the Golden Lords...?\" Seeing Darius get out his rope, she walks over and assists him in tying the two humans up. Tears keep coming as she works, despite the fact that the blinding light is long gone. I can't believe he's really dead... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" HA! \" cries Achkby, jumping forward as the Driders first emerge. As they writhe, though he stops himself, and waits with the rest stunned.\n What in the world? Even in the Underdark... in Brandobaris's name!! \n\nHe shields his eyes as the explode, and blinks a moment, kneeling down so he doesn't unwittingly stagger off into the abyss. As he blinks away the afterimages, he climbs slowly to his feet, stowing the wand, and glances up to check that the spiders are still keeping their distance.\n\" How? \" he quietly asks the world. \" Are those... are those human ? \"\n\nHe moves closer, examining them, being sure to note which one was which Drider.\n All the humans look so similar... big round noses and eyes... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Well, this is an intresting turn of events. I wonder.... Driders are cursed drow, correct? Abandoned by their god after failing her, so it would stand to reason that if there was such an event to change them to a normal humanoid from, then the one who cursed them would not want them to return as drow. I wouldn't suppose evil dieties would want those they hate to have the pleasure of returning to normal, hmm?\"\nPauses in thought\n\"But then what changed them back?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nThe dirty man with brown hair and black eyes groaned softly, hardly even twitching as the arrow man propped him up against the throne and tied him there. In his mind too many images where flashing by at a very fast rate of what had happened. Terriable images that didn't make any sense went by at blinding speed too fast for him too catch. The only thing that stood out was a bright light and hearing him call out for him to run...\nGroggily he opened his eyes to see sword blade at his throat. Naturally his first reaction was to scream.\n\n\" OH GODS! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Naked Human \n\nThe pale man with dark brown hair stirs, muttering under his breath. The words come out in a low slur of common.\n\n\"Fruth.. muthakken dark.. all to'etha.. fire.. don'.. don' let it..\"\n\nHis head lolls to the side, twisting away from the pressure of the sword-edge, and his speech becomes more tortured. \"Go.. ca' make ihhh.. I'll.. slow her down..\" Breathing faster, sweat breaking out on his forehead and teeth baring, he gasps out a final word of terror: \" Run. \"\n\nHis jaw sets against whatever phantasms of the mind are attacking him, a grim look of finality crossing his face. And then, it passes. Like a man waking from a bad dream, his eyes flutter open and just as quickly slam shut.\n\nHe takes a deep breath and opens them again, looking around the chamber, at the sword to his neck, at the straggling band of people in front of him, and the debris from the battle.\n\n \"Am I, ahh, interrupting something?\" \n\nAlmost at the same moment, he hears the screaming next to him, turns his head, and looks at the source, then down at his own body. His rather dirty and unmistakeably human body.\n\nHe begins to chuckle, starting out as a snicker and rolling out to a manically triumphant laugh.\n\n \"We're alive and we're US ! Ahahahahha! I'M ALIVE! Yessss!\" \n\nTrying to address the man holding the sword, he speaks lower: \"I'd be giving ya some clever line right now.. but I'm very very interested in living. You don't look like a bad sort, and the only reason you'd be here in tha' armpit of the underworld is to get out of it. That makes two of us. And now, I'm going to talk with the dolphins- wiki wiki woooo.. \n\nHe passes out." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"For Pete's sake... you're not dying... yet. It seems your buddy their has passed out, so it looks like it's up to you to give me a good reason to not cut your throats out right now.\" \n Wait, who the hell is Pete?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nDirty naked man number one seemed to get over being naked and held at sword point rather quickly and began to nudge the other there after he passed out.\n\" What do you mean where us again? The last thing I remember is the drow... \" He stopped and looked at the people around him,\n\n\" er...woman holding up an amulet. Slit our throats?! Why would you want to do that? I have a good reason though I'm not sure my friend does. I promised my ma that I would die with diginity and being naked, tied to a chair doesn't count. You don't want to make my sweet ol' Ma with a heart condition cry do you? \"\n\nThe man looked a little sheepish and squirmed in his bonds even as he kept nudging the other as if to rouse him." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n Well, if that drow was alive back then, I'm thinkin' your Ma ain't a factor anymore sonny.... You from around here?\" Darius says with a chuckle.\n\nStooping down he whispers a quick line in the man's ear. \"Just answer my questions, cracking jokes won't help you down here. In fact it just might do the opposite.\" Darius pushes the blade up against his throat a little harder, but not enough to draw blood.\n\n((Good cop, bad cop.))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nThe man went ridged and nodded with a smile on his face as the blade pressed harder against his throat before he spoke slowly, mostly to make sure the blade didn't cut him.\n\n\" Eh he he. I was kinda being serious. Who wants to die naked, strapped to a chair, and in this Mystra forsaken pit called the Underdark? I sure don't. And I'm pretty sure that my pal doesn't either. \" He nods with his head to his passed out companion and kicks his feet some." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe expression on Lissa's tear-smudged face has been getting more and more irritated as Darius questions the prisoners. Finally she blows her nose on a rag with a resounding hooooonk , puts the rag away and walks over with hands on hips.\n\n \"Oh, Baravar give me strength! Darius, put the sword away. They're tied up, for the gods' sake! What are they going to do, spit at us?\" The gnome rolls her eyes. \"I swear, you're as bad as Thokk...\" Abruptly Lissa chokes up, and tears spring up again. Rubbing them away roughly, she clears her throat and continues. \"Anyway, there's been enough killing here today. You don't need to add to it. They turned into humans when that undead thing was killed. Spells are often broken with the caster's death. So to me, that says she turned these two into driders for her own twisted amusement.\" Lissa shivers violently. \"Oh dear gods, that could have been me... have I thanked you yet for rescuing me? If not, thank you more than Common can express. I owe all of you my life, and possibly more than that.\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Naked Human \n\nThe pale man grunts and mumbles.\n\n\" Mmmpghrmble.. I don' wanna go to s'hool.. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe lizardkin had been edged aside by the others who reacted to the newly appeared humans. The shock of the event stunning him.\nBut remembering the abduction of the gnome, the attack by the spiders and the shame and guilt they were responsible for he snarls, baring his teeth and walks over to the tied captives. He lifts the two each with a vise-like clamp on their throat.\n\n \"DEAD, MY PACKMATE LIESS. YOUR MAGIC NOT TRICKss ME. sSPEAK sSCUM AND sSPEAK TRUTH\" \n\nThe hot breath washes across their faces and spittle drips as he speaks. The conscious human is treated to the sight of sharp teeth a few inches from his face." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nAs he was lifted up by his throat. the naked human thrashed and squirmed in his clawed grip. He didn't much get a chance to see the teeth being bared at him because his eyes began to roll back up into his head. Breathing came labored but still he managed to struggle out past the clawed hand at his throat. Panic was evident in his tone but also deep anger.\n\" I-I didn't lie! My magick's can't...change peoples forms! It only deals with Egggh! LET GO OF MY THROAT OR I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO! I CAN't breath.. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " \"Lissa, be careful with what you're saying. They could've killed you... and their human forms may still be evil.\" Darius takes a step back as the lizardman grabs their throats.\n\n \"You're threats are idle... you're tied up, and there are ten of us, and only two of us. At least tell us who you are, for a start.\" \n Don't get carried away again... remember what happned last time. You knew you had to kill him, it was you or him. These two are no different. Don't hesitate to kill them over a threat. But look at what you're saying! They could be good people. You know, he claimed to be a good person as well... and you paid the price for that. Both of you did. But this... this is insane. In the Underdark, that's the only way you can survive... This is foul... I'd become even worse than him . It's too late for that... you're responible for everything, and I am the only way you can survive. Don't take out your bow! There's nothing you can do! Don't! Don't take out your bow! Take it... if they make a false move, kill them. There is no other option... \n\nSheating his sword, Darius draws his bow, notching an arrow and pointing it at the throat of the man. He waits for their next actions." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\n\" Ack! It wasn't a threat, my magicks can't kill...err I think. A-and our names..are..Callos and....Djital! \" Slowly but surely his face was starting to turn blue and he began to wiggle and squirm in the lizardman's arms." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " \"Don't think for a moment that I've forgotten what the driders did to me, Darius! You try going through something like that and see how fast you forget! I fully expect to have nightmares every night for the next month!\" Lissa glares up at the archer, tossing her braid over her shoulder. \"But haven't you learned anything down here? Good gods, Trinark's a drow, and he went after that undead drow thing with everyone else! If he hadn't wanted to help, all he'd have had to do was pretend to be paralyzed the whole time by whatever fear spell that demon-spawn cast on us. Has it occurred to you to give these two the same chance we did Trinark? Or do you keep your brains in your bow, and they're so hot you can't think?\", Lissa taunts. Spinning on her heel, she turns to Ssathiya... then to her other comrades.\n\n \"Um, some help over here please? The resident druid has gone mad, and needs a bit of restraining before he kills these two folks. I'm sure you don't really want to kill them, druid... they need to breathe, why don't you let them go now... or at least loosen your grip?\" Lissa swallows nervously as she eyes the enraged Ssathiya, but she doesn't back away." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Well, I still don't have any explination as to what happened, or at least not one I can entirly see. Better stop lizard before he kills them. \nElthan walks up to the druid and sets his hand on his shoulder.\n\n \"Lizard, if you believe killing them will bring anything to you, then by all means kill them. Just know that killing two bound men isn't going to help bring back anyone who died fighting with us. " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Naked Human \n\n\nThe pale man snaps fully awake at Elthan's words, and starts talking at a fast pace.\n\n \"Whoa, whoa, HEY! Take that back! What if he does kill us?! Why the hell would you want us dead? I see a drow among you, and this lizard-man, and if you guys find them to be good companions then what's wrong with us?\" \n\nHe catches his breath for a moment then goes on.\n\n \"I'll tell you our story if you wish. You'll find that we might be useful if you happen to still have a survival instinct or an inclination to finish your days under the sun and the real stars! \n\nLooking around, he bites his lip, looking at the teeth on the lizard.\n\n Yeeeesh that guy could put a hurt on someone.. now how the hell do I get on his good side... \n\n\"Whatever you people are here for, I will help you work toward until the end. I owe you my life, because even though my memories of the past years are slipping away like a dream.. I know what you saved me from.\n\n\"Encourage the Lizard-man to back down, and that we will be working with you. If he would like an analogy, I hate Drow. I consider them treacherous scum, and bad ta- to, to associate with. But, as you are accepting this one, so will I.\" \n\nLooking directly to the Lizard-fellow,\n\n \"I would like to join your pack. Who is your enemy? What has brought you so far from your homeland?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe scaled one loosens his grasp on the blue pinkskin and shakes him awake. His grip ready to tighten at the first sign of danger.\n\nHis face doesn not betray any effect the gnome's pleas might have had on him. \n\"I am not witless. It is not for the sake of the dead, but for the ssake of the sstill- living, I do not spare these two. These two have plagued us and we number less. How many more traps must lose packmates to. Have you forgotten one who risked his life to save you, wizard?\" \n\nWhen the pale pinkskin offers himself as the only chance of return to the sunlight, his thoughts turn to sheyra who sat weeping behind and his tribe. His snarl diminshes briefly until he made the mistake of mentioning 'joining' the pack. His eyes flare open at the audacity of the aberration turned pinkskin who now hoped to be...a packmate after ..the deaths of the others. In a fury he lifts him overhead and hurls him forward.\n\n \"You DARE?...\" in a face contorted with rage.\nHe flings the other tied captive contemptuosly by the side and stalks to the groaning human he had just thrown." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " \"Ow! Yeeaaargh! \n\nTalking very quickly as he struggles to gain his feet and hop or roll away,\n\n \"Get him away from me! I figured you'd let me help you get out of here out of gratitude for saving us but if you guys are all this crazy then I'm gonna take my chances out there! I can't help that people died but if you kill me you take away any chance of repaying my debt to them! I'd love to just wiggle my fingers he provides appropriate motions if his hands are free* and bring someone back to life but it looks like I'd have to bear your fallen companion out of here on my back and sell my home to pay for his resurrection, and I CAN'T DO THAT IF I'M LIZARD CHOW! \n\nHe hops/rolls/moves behind Lissa for cover and continues the speech:\n\n \"We'll tell you all who we are, how we got here, and what happened to us, unless you'd rather gut us on the spot. THAT'll sure let us help avenge him or provide restitution! \n\n[ooc: escape artist check please :D]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The pale man (formerly the claw drider) stares fearfully about him as he tries to keep Lissa between himself and the enraged lizardman.\n\nLissa notes that the man's right iris is blue, but his left iris is jet black.\n\nThis reminds her that the drider had managed to retrieve the chaos diamond before the transformation. How did the drider get the gem back from Lumpy? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby watches Darius and the Ss-character terrorize the former Driders through narrowed eyes.\n They deserve even worse than this for what they did... and what they would have done. \n\n\" Lissa, \" Achkby says, placing a hand on her shoulder, \" Just because their skin is pinker doesn't mean that their hearts are any lighter. It will take a lot more than merely their testimony here and now to convince me that they do not deserve death. They will have to show that their souls have also changed... and I hope there will never be any time when we need them to. \"\n\nHe smirks a bit, and says, louder, to the humans, \" You think that just because you look like humans, we will accept you? You think that because we accept this Lizardfolk despite his race, we will accept you because of yours? HA! Far from it. The lizardfolk has proved himself through his actions many times before. All your actions suggest is that you want us DEAD! You want to be accepted now? You want us to pass judgement now ? \" He narrows his eyes even further. \" Any judgement now will pronounce your death . \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra stands up, tears staining her face. She walks up to the lizardman, a determined look on her face. \"I'd like to apologize in advance,\" she mumbles, then slams her right fist into the druid's jaw. \"Don't EVER do that again!\" she yells. Turning to the rest of the group, she continues. \"I don't know any more about what's going on than the rest of you, but gods help me, if I catch ANY of you harming a helpless captive again I'll... I'll...\" she trails off, obviously surprised at what weeks (months?) in the Underdark has done to her and the rest of her companions. She turns around and kicks a pebble off the bridge in frustration.\n\n\"It's perfectly alright to be cautious,\" she says, her voice barely over a whisper. \"But one of our friends may be bleeding to death down there and all you can think of is how two naked, tied-up men might pose a threat?\" She glares at nobody in particular. \"Someone tie up a rope and I'll go look for Lumpy!\" she cries, raising her voice again. \"We don't all have to stay here and argue.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby spins, startled by Sheyra's violent grief, and says softly, \" Aeroz and Fizahn are on it... they'll be taking care of it... Aeroz has even gone down after him. We're all very eager to get him back. \"\n\nHe smirks a bit again. \" Though they shouldn't be, \" he adds, motioning to the captive men." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, Prisoner and Potential Lizard Chow \n\nSeeing his friend being tossed away by the lizardman the lanky man sat up and struggled to stand, all the while hissing through his teeth.\n\n\" Savage! I expected better of someone in contact with the Weave! Any magic user knows of spells to force people to abide by anothers wishes. And more importantly of spells that changes peoples forms and outlook! For shame on you! You speak of judgement halfling but you neither give us the chance to explain or prove that, maybe just maybe, WE AREN'T EVIL! The only ones who even seems like they even came from the surface are the gnome, that girl, and the archer! At least he gives us a chance to explain what happened! Ever think the drow was going to do to you what she did to us? \"\nThroughout the entire diatribe the man had managed, finally, to pull himself to his feet though he wobbled unsteadily. When Sheyra socked the lizardman the man looked at her gratefully even attempting a small bow though it nearly made him fall over again.\n\n(OOC: edit: Dang it. This took to long to type and Sheyra and Ackby posted while I was typing.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz floats downward cautiously, wary in case there are any monstrous spiders lurking beneath the bridges.\n\nAs he surveys the sharp rocks below, he sees no signs of the half-orc. Aeroz makes quick circles underneath the bridges until he is sure that there are no bodies shattered on the rocks below.\n\nPuzzled, Aeroz is about to fly back up toward the others when a flicker of movement catches his sharp elven eyes ...\n\nDangling from below one of the bridges is a body, cocooned in spider silk. Flying closer, Aeroz recognizes the body as Lumpy. Lumpy is alive, but unconscious. The contents of his backpack and Lissa's are strewn about, entangled in the sticky webbing." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby smiles at the vehement man in a sort of sideways manner, and then says in an oddly polite tone, \" Unfortunately for you, there is nothing that you can do here and now to convince or prove to me your innocence. I have not suggested that we judge you now. If you urge me to, though, I would advocate for your death. \" He shrugs, then adds, \" Though I would certainly like to hear your version of what has been going on in this accursed realm. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Impulsively, Lissa hugs Sheyra's leg. \"Thank you, Sheyra! I've been wanting to do that, but I'm just not strong enough. Or tall enough to reach those shaeli vuk skulls.\" \n\nTurning to Achkby, she jerks her shoulder away from him. The expression on her face is, to put it mildly, upset. \"Stop that! Gods, Achkby, I thought better of you than this. And you too, Darius! These two are bound prisoners. I don't give a harpy's hangnail what they were ten minutes ago, if they're bound and helpless you're no better than a kobold if you kill them! I've got as much right as anyone here to want revenge, and I do want it, but I'm not taking it on a man who's tied up naked!\" Lissa is breathing hard, anger evident in her body language and face, but her arms are folded across her chest. Not anywhere near her rapier...\n\n\n(OOC: For Fizahn and anyone else who's taken Gnomish, 'shael vuk' is a Gnomish insult that basically means 'empty'. I added an 'i' to indicate a plural. Yay Races of Stone!)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardfolk Druid \nThe lizardkin had stalked over just as the pale man had finished talking and put a scaly foot on his neck when he is surprised by a sheyra who punches him. He is awed by the strength the hatchling commanded but does not show it. He merely makes reptilian clicking sounds of agitation in his throat and breathes faster with flaring nostrils. He does not respond to her words.\n\n Why do pinkskins agitate over rough handling of an enemy even if he is binded? \nA brief but stray thought runs thruogh him.\n\nAt mention of the fallen orckin, he looks to where he had last seen Lumpy before he fell. It only serves to renew the animosity he glares at the human with.\n\nThe other captive's angry words do not make sense to him.\n\n Weave? What is it raving about? \n\nAchby's words are unfamiliar to him but he understands that he wishes to know how they came to be here and that he has no interest in trusting them. Something tells him that the orckin is still alive but barely. He unslings his backpack in readines to aid him but never takes the foot of the pale man." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Lissa, \" says Achkby earnestly, ' This has nothing to do with whether or not the are bound. I don't like beheading helpless enemies either. All we insist is that we cannot accept them until we know what that they will not try and kill us . Ten minutes ago, they were trying to kill us. They may not be any more, but I'm not convinced yet, so I'm not taking any chances. I'm just looking our for my safety. Your safety. All of our safety. We can't let the creatures who killed Thokk just walk next to us as if they're two more people we met in a bar! This is the [i]Underdark[/b], Lissa! \"\n\n[OOC]I'm sort of enjoying myself at this. Are you going to tell me about not compromising my morals now?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa throws her hands up in the air. \"Arrrgh! When did I ever suggest unbinding them completely? I didn't! And the driders didn't kill Thokk, that accursed undead thing did. She's got what she deserves.\" She puts her hands back on her hips, glaring at Achkby. \"Do I look stupid to you? Huh? Do I? I know this is the Underdark, stone-brains! Dark, full of caves, damp, lots of drow and freaky giant bugs... yeah, looks like the Underdark to me.\" The gnome rolls her eyes. \"And I don't need anyone to take care of me! You hear that? Anyone! You should have just let me die! I was the reason Thokk and Lumpy were killed!\" By now, Lissa is screaming, tears running freely down her face. She turns and runs off (well, jogs... the spider poison has evidently weakened her so much that she can't run very fast) some distance down the bridge, away from the rest of the party. Hysterical sobbing echoes through the cavern.\n\n\nOOC: Actually, HempRope, I'm totally enjoying this. ;D Oh, teh drama! And even more coming when Lumpy is brought up alive!" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Achkby... you don't need me to tell you to go after her. I'll stay here and guard these two.\" Darius says with a knowing look." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Naked Human \n\nThe man shakes his head. \"Now look what you've done. Why can't you just listen to the lass? I can tell you that while my.. I guess you could call them 'memories'.. are hazy, I can remember some of what happened, and neither of us killed any of you. You have to understand- what we were, wasn't us.\" \n\nHe breathes slower, and there is a chill to his voice. \"Have you ever felt the tiniest impulse in the back of your mind? Just a nudge, just a thought, passing and fleeting? That's what I was reduced to. A little dot in the middle of a swirling sea of chaos and dark malice, locked from my own mind, exiled from my natural body. Imagine that for a prison.\" \n\nSighing, he glances toward the departing Gnome.\n\n Looks like I'm running out of advocates.. and ideas. \n \"I'd have expected more interest in how we got here, or subject to such a dark enchantment. Since our life is in your hands, shall we share stories? Yours, and ours.. and especially, most especially, I would like to know who destroyed.. it.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nAs Lissa limps off, he gives Ackhby a strange look with a raised right brow before tilting his head and poiting at her with his chin in a 'go after her manner'.\n\n Mating rituals..sigh......Praise Semuanya.All I have to do is hunt a dead wizard deep in the earth! \n\nHe presses his foot in when the prone man starts to speak but releases his pressure as the last words wheeze out. He notes the uncomplementary eye colours but does not find it to mean anything.\n\n \"Dark magic made you unnatural? Made you forget?\" \nHe snorts in response, not hiding his disbelief.\n \"Perhaps Dark magic trick the sight now? Make you look human, stay same inside? You NOT smell human\" \nTo the others,\n \"We cannot leave them behind unharmed. They have raided uss many timess.If we do not kill them, we sseek danger and I not sshare my rations with these . Our hands be full with bodie of our packmates as well\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Naked Human \n \"What?! Of course we smell human!\" He sniffs, trying to judge his oder. \"A bath might make that more clear.. Don't you fellows have someone familiar with the arts of magic? Maybe pray for a divine sign that shows you whether to trust us, even? I would be just as suspicious in your position- more so, but I would still give someone a chance. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nTrinark, who had been purposely silent up to this point, speaks up in Elven:\n\n \"You can't seriously be thinking of taking these two along? They have been permanently tainted from their prior transformation. I think it best to leave them bound here, and let the spiders feast on them after we are gone. If any of you are foolish enough to trust them, even a little, then you are beyond help.\" \n\nAfter that, Trinark is silent. He moves to each group member to examine their wounds and see if they need attention. He is constantly gripping and cradling his newfound longsword very protectively." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby glares sullenly at the Drider-men and then turns away, thinking for a moment.\n Why does she think just because they have two legs, they are safe and kind? I thought she could tell there was more to people than their race. I thought, that since she was willing to wander the Underdark with a Lizardkin and a Drow, she didn't care what color people's skin is, or even if they have scales instead. Why can't she see that being so close to the dragons is not a sign of evil, but of strength?\n...Maybe it's just pity that clouds her judgement... maybe it's the pressure of being in the dark for so long... it's taken its toll on others...\nBut still ! That is no reason to suddenly trust those that have been out for your blood...\n\nMaybe the others are right... I do need to go talk to her. \n\n\" Now look what you've done! \" he spits at the captives, and then strides off down the bridge after the infuriating gnome.\n\nHe stops just behind here.\n Here we go.... \n\" Lissa... \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nWobbling on his feet, he tried to make his way over to where the lizardman was and failed. Sprawling over unto his face he rolled over and began to speak slowly.\n\n\" You say we might be the same on the inside? Well do any of you remember what drider ichor looks like? If so I'm more then willing to take a slice on the arm to prove that at least I'm human. Besides, while we were driders not once did we stick around for a fatal blow. We attacked, yes I'll admit that, but the worst we did was kidnap the gnome. And whose bones do you think are down there? Do you think we came here by ourselves? Our friends and allies rot in that pit because of the drow witch! Listen...this probaly isn't the best time to argue about this and I'm more then willing to make a deal. We, Djital and I, help you get out of the Underdark. I'm sure if he and I try hard enough we can remember how we got down here. Not only that but if I can get my hands on my spellbook I can make it much easier to avoid enemies. And I'm sure Djital would be delighted to act as your scout if you let us help you, right Djital? \"\n\nThe mans face had finally gotten serious and he looked up at the tall lizardman from his spot on the ground. Going still he looked to Djital for confirmation." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Fighter/Rogue \n\nRealizing that he has very little time left with the potion, Aeroz gathers up Lissa's stuff and ties the rope around Lumpy's cocoon. He tries to drag lift Lumpy up. Once he does.\n\n\" Hey guys, I found Lumpy and...who in the hells are these people? \" Aeroz remarks, pointing to the naked men." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra sighs when Lissa runs away. \" I'm not suggesting we trust these two. But we didn't kill Trinark even though we had no reason to trust him, so why should these two be any different? It has nothing to do with race. It's just that they may very well have had no idea what they were doing. And until we can prove otherwise, it would be a crime against all intelligent creatures to kill them. \" She turns to the man who metioned a spellbook. \" Perhaps we should give our captives a chance to try and remember exactly what happened. And maybe one of the Elthans knows of a spell that could make them do this. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nHearing Aeroz's shout he moves off Djital with his back to the two captives. A false move, an escape attempt and that would be the end. He rips the silk cocoon open not heeding the spilling items and retrieves what erbs he can and binding what wounds he sees with the silk tatters.\nHe shakes the face of the half-orc gently and tries to rouse him\n \n\"Potion? I can call spells no more this day.\" \n Not one more.\nBeast-friend\nDragon-heart\nBear-roar\nWill we all fall in eternal night before Sethra? \nHe glances at Fizahn and Sheyra.\n\nThe musty emptiness of the cavern bears down on him. His instincts tell him to not linger after the pack gathers." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, having been at loss at how to reply to the lizard, decides to answer sheyra's question.\n\"Well, I know of no spells which would make one remember, if one even exist. But what would be the point? We know can easily tell what has happened. These two where in the underdark, they encountered our witch here, and where transformed into driders. They attacked us, we killed the witch, some of us died. The witch killed thokk, and she is dead, an eye for an eye. The driders killed no-one, and are, if true, back to normal. What I'm wondering is if thier normal selves are the kind we would want to keep around...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe sound of somebody crying hard and trying to do so as quietly as possible echoes up the bridge towards Achkby. As he approaches, he sees her sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around her knees, face buried. A muffled, hoarse voice comes out. \"Go 'way. I told you, leave me alone.\" \n Why is almost everyone else so eager to kill? Blood doesn't wash out blood... killing those men won't bring back Thokk or Lumpy. Revenge should teach the offender a lesson, that's the way of Baravar, and dead people can't learn. I'm so sick of this place. Why did I ever take this on? It's not like I'm ever going to succeed. And Achkby... gods, I thought I liked him. I do. But he's so, so, argh! " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, here's my plan. We need to rest, we're all beat up, our casters need their spells... and we can't let these two go until we're positive they're trustworthy.\n\nSo, we leave them tied up for the night and we rest. When we wake, I'll tie just their hands. We can set guards over them and walk them to the Glittersea with us. Maybe they'll have a chance to prove themselves on our way out of here.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, it didn't really answer my question about who these naked people are. \"\n\nAeroz goes over to Thokk's corpse and takes the noble dwarf's bastard sword. His mace still in hand, he bows his head in sorrow. This is the second weapon he had to take from a dead friend.\n\n\" We need to cremate his remains. It wont' be good having other predators attracted to his scent. Someone take his armor too. We have to schedule another trip to another temple. He died nobley in battle, so let's send him back to the forge. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Give them time to explain themselves! Let them tell their story uninterrupted. They could be the victims here.\" Fizahn says looking at the party. He scoffs when Trinark talks. Ungrateful drow. \"You shouldn't be talking drow. We could have said you were tainted because you were drow and left you to the spiders, but we saved you and brought you along. Shortly after we brought you, Sedryn was murdered, but we didn't blame you. I'm certain that if we had left you, there would be three driders instead of just two. And if they are tainted from the transformation, wouldn't Elthan or Achkby be able to detect the magical taint on them.\" Why doesn't anyone ever think anything through logically. You can tell a lot about a wizard by the spells in his book. Let's hope we can find his, wizards are useless without them. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Great. Now what. If I don't know what to say, why am I here? \n\n\" Er... Lissa, \" he says again, then stops. \" I think that it's really, ah, admirable that you're so keen to defend these, ah, humans, now that they are humans, and that they are helpless. But what I think, er, that you need to understand, is that we, I mean, the lizardkin and me... we can't accept that they're safe just because they don't have fangs any more. I know you think hat we should be nice to them now... and I see why you want to, after all of the cruels things we've dealt with recently... and so do I, really... but at the same time, the image of one of the things with its fangs sunk into Darius' neck is indelibly etched into my mind. And I'm not going to forgive them until I know that the soul that did that is not still lurking in them.\nCan you understand that? \"\n\n Maybe I should have apologized... no, you might win her that way, but this is what I feel. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "A wet sniffle comes from the huddled gnome. Lissa looks up, face blotchy, damp, and red-eyed. \"Yes, believe it or not. I wasn't asking anyone to instantly let them go or anything. That would be stupid. I just don't want to kill them.\" She lets out a deep sigh, and fishes in her belt pouch for the much-abused rag. A loud honnnnnk sounds as she blows her runny nose. \"They're not a threat to us now. It's like when we found Trinark. If they turn out to be dangerous later, then I have some very interesting plans involving heavy rocks, wire and certain tender body parts. I got drider fangs in my own neck, remember? And I hate giant bugs! But I'm not going to act on those plans unless I know I'm justified, and I just don't think we know enough right now.\" Lissa gives the sorcerer a somber look. \"Can you understand that? \" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" It may not be a coincidence that poor Sedryn was killed just days before running into these two, \" Sheyra says. \" Now that we don't have a cleric with us, we don't have access to spells that might determine their intent or make sure they aren't lying. \" She makes sure to pay careful attention to what the two men say in order to determine if they are lying.\n\nOOC: Sense Motive, please?" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"That's highly unlikely. I'm certain that the undead drow priestess was pulling the strings. In order for your scenario to work, that would mean the drow priestess would die, and I'm sure she wouldn't want that. Also, why would she want to infiltrate our party? What did she know about our quests? She probably would have taken Sedryn alive so she could turn him into another drider minion. To her, we were only prey to be converted into driders. She didn't know what we're doing down here, she just wanted more minions!\" Fizahn seems almost ready to stop, when another thought springs into his mind. \"These are just normal people who were transformed into driders by the priestess and when we destroyed her amulet they transformed back! This would have happened to Lissa and Trinark if we had left them also! Also, you know how Sedryn was killed without any noise or clue of his aggressor? Well, Lissa's capture wasn't as subtle. We'd have known if they killed Sedryn. We're facing two or more completely different groups of enemies, and we just vanquished one.\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, naked human \n \"Of course I will scout. I'll carry a good sized load, too. Anything is better than death, or being left here. Where are you going and how are you planning to reach it? And, where did you come down?\" \n\nSnapping his attention to the gnome, \"How many have you lost? Enemies? You mean the Drow? If they're pushing in, you might want to get a move on. They travel heavily armed and in numbers, if they wanted to pass through our territory and live.\n\nIt should be safe to camp here, but I would like to be rid of this place. You- flying fellow! You'll find that there are at least a few valuable things down in that chasm which your friends could use. If the rest of you would allow me to search the throne, and anywhere else where there is likely to be traps or treasure, I might prove my worth within the hour.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nTurning his attention away from Thokk and Sedryn's weapon and turns to face the naked man.\n\n\" Hey, buddy, don't be making demands of someone you just met. That and I'm sort of greiving here. It's a process. \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nShrugging his shoulders, \"Ermh, I wasn't demanding. Just suggesting. Sometimes I speak without thinking too much first, and I see you floating about, and, yeah. I'll be quiet now. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " The monstrous spiders looked down on the humanoids arguing amongst themselves on the bridges below ...\n\nWithout the drow priestess or the driders to compel them, the spiders had been momentarily disoriented, but soon enough instinct took over, and the warm, fleshy morsels milling about below proved irresistable.\n\nFirst one, then three, then six, then all thirty-six of the remaining monstrous spiders begin to descend silently on strands of silk ... \n\nLooking up, Elthan sees the movement in the darkness above and recognizes the danger.\n\n\"Time's up boys and girls! We have to get out of here NOW! Grab Lumpy and Thokk (and the prisoners maybe) and RUN!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Move or die ... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby snaps around at Elthan's cry, and then twirls back around to Lissa, face pointing skyward.\n\n\" I can, but let's discuss it later. It's time to leave this place. \"\nWith that, he grabs her hand to pull her to her feet and along the bridge with him, back towards the rest of the party." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nSnapping potent herbs before the half-orc's face, Ssathiya lets the half-orc stir. The pungent aroma forces him up coughing. He motions for Sheyra to help the half-orc and runs to where Thokk lies. Using all his strength he hoists Thokk up buckling under the weight and moves for the exit as fast as he can\n\n \"Flame-archer\" to Darius \"Aid me\" \n\nOOC: I may say that but reaaly KOD, i'm expecting you to make an executive decision regarding the 2 prisoners. If it wasn't for all the STR drained partymates, I'd stand and fight..all those items we're leaving behind..sniff..sniff" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" D!!! Get Lumpy, I got Thokk. MOVE!! \"\n\nUsing whatever is left of the flying potion, Aeroz grabs Thokk and bolts to where to the other party members are running.\n\n[OOC: Since I forget where the best exit is, just assume where the party members are running means the exit." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nLooking up after the elf called attention to the spiders, the human began to squirm and roll on the ground until he could sit up, cursing his luck the entire time.\n\n\" Hey don't leave us here for the spiders! I've got a rough idea on how to get to a ferry that crosses the Glimmersea! And I'm pretty sure thats useful! At least untie my legs so I can run! \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius turns to the lizard and runs over to where it is helping Lumpy. \"Hurry, we don't have much time.\" \n\nHe fires arrow after firey arrow at the descending arachnids until the lizard and the orc begin to move.\n\nThen he notices the prisoners, squirming in fear.\n\nHe hesitates for a moment, then tosses his bow over his arm. \"Damn it!\" He loosens the knot just enough so that they can get free, and then makes a mad dash for the exit." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " \"But... but the loot!\" Lissa casts an agonized look back at the throne, then lets out a strangled gasp at the sight of all those giant bugs. \"Damn, we've had Beshaba's own luck today! Maybe we can come back later and loot...\" Aided by Achkby, she starts for the exit as fast as her wobbly legs will carry her. \"Somebody at least cut the prisoners' feet loose, they might know something useful!,\" she yells back at the group by the throne.\n\n\nOOC: ::sniffle:: We're having a bit of a Haley moment here. Excuse us while we grieve for the lost loot." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn gathers the ropes back up after Darius lets the prisoners free. He then begins running toward the exit as fast as he can. \"Don't worry about the loot. We might be able to hold the door against the spiders, defeat them, and then come back for the loot!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs achkby helps Lissa hurriedly past the Throne, he stoops and with one hand grabs anything nearby that might be considered 'loot.'\n\" Hurry! Don't stop! \"\n\n[OOC]Maybe I can get just one little thing from this... just one little thing... please...[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, naked human \n\nAs he looks up to the spiders descending from the ceiling, he starts yelling at the top of his lungs, and dashes to the throne, searching over it as quickly as possible. On detecting a trap he will move away, otherwise he will retrieve anything possible and run back to the party. If the spiders get too close he will break off the search and run to the party, and if the spiders look like they will close with the throne too fast he won't go toward it in the first place.\n\n \"GYEAAAGH! I can carry! Ferry, huh? Let's do it.\" \n\nHe continues to move with the party so that he can help carry whoever needs to be moved, at the same time scanning the ground, the walls, anything for a clue as to treasure or useful objects.\n\n \"Keep going, and grab anything you see! \n I really wish those people had listened to me about grabbing the loot. There's no way to hold these things off unless.. no. No. Oh hell why not try. \n\n[ooc: djital will attempt to control the spiders or confuse them into stopping as he retreats, if nothing happens he will continue on with the party as normal.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby thrusts his hand into the debris around the throne, pulling out a dismembered skeletal forearm with a bony hand still attached. He is about to throw the body part away when he notices a simple silver ring around one of the metacarpal bones. Shrugging, he pops the ring into a pocket then throws the bones away and runs for his life.\n\nDjital seems to have regained his wits surprisingly quickly, considering that he just underwent a transformation from drider to human. Despite almost being overrun by monstrous spiders, he takes a moment to look over the drow priestess' throne for any lootable objects. At the last possible second, he spots a glint of metal at the foot of the throne. He grabs hold, tugs, and pulls out a battered short sword.\n\nDarius covers the retreat, intercepting a half a dozen descending spiders with his flaming arrows, but there are simply too many spiders to fight off, and in the end, the party is forced to seal the iron doors behind them. The spiders scratch at the doorway, but are unable or unwilling to force them open.\n\nMaking its way back through the spiraling corridors, the party eventually finds itself back in the antechamber just before the darkmantle hive.\n\nThokk's body is gently laid next to Hajih's in the center of the room. The four doors are secured, and the party settles down to rest, mourn, and to figure out what to do next ...\n\n[hr]\nLumpy is unconscious but stable, thanks to the ministrations of the lizardman. Linda kneels and channels additional healing energy into the half-orc until his eyes flutter open.\n\n\n\nOOC: Please let me know what healing potions and spells are going to be used on whom. Linda can cast 2 additional CLW spells. Some gear has been lost; check the data thread. I will calculate XP and distribute it in the OOC thread soon. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy's return to consciousness is anti-climactic at best. The burly orc's brownish-green skin has paled considerably, his movements sluggish and torpid as he glances weakly about, noting his surroundings. He notes Thokk's body with little surprise, though perhaps some dismay, though the sight of the new humans evokes a a perplexed reaction. He glances at himself, eyes hardening at the sight of his own beaten flesh, and perhaps something else.\n\nWith considerable exertation, Lumpy pushes himself up into a sitting position, glancing around himself with far more alacrity and eventually going so far as to root through what's left of his pack after the Drider finished with it. Whatever he was searching for, he comes up short, eventually settling back down with a heaving sigh, a distinct touch of sadness in his expression.\n\nFinally, as if remembering the possibility of communication for the first time, he growls softly, drawling weakly, \" Just great.. What happened? \" He injects a bit more strength into his voice, \" And where's Grinder? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius throws himself down with a tired sigh.\n\n \"Grinder?\" he manages to say through half-closed, bloodshot eyes.\n\n \"Mmph... Fizahn you got the ropes, righ'? Could you do me a favor and tie up those two?\n\nI think this'd be a good place to sleep tonight, only two doors to watch, and in a small room.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa's puffy, bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of Lumpy waking up. \"Great Baravar! Lumpy, you're alive! \" The half-orc finds himself being enthusiastically hugged and cried on by an overwrought gnome. \"I saw you fall off the bridge and thought you were dead! Omigods, I'm so happy you're alive!\" \n\n\n(OOC: ::chortle:: ;D )" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Naked Human \n\nCallos panted on the ground after the run away from the spiders and simply lay there on the ground for a long moment eyes closed and breathing hard. Soon though he sat up, mostly in time to hear Darius tell the one short person to tie their feet and hands again.\n\n\" Guess there's no helping it. Just hurry up and tie it. It's been a long day. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nContrary to his comrade's reactions, Achkby is bouncing on his toes, alert and energetic.\n\n\" Good. Lissa. \" he says, pushing her down against a wall to sit.\n\nHe flicks his head about rapidly, eyes lgin, trying to lookat everyone at once. ' Are we all here? Al here? even the pirsoners? Good. Lumpy? There. Good. Even... \" his voice falters for a minute. \" Even Thokk? G-good... and Haji, too! Ah, Haji! He didn't come out... \" the bouncing halfling pauses for a moment in his constant talking, and shakes himself from the shoulders down. Then he draws himself up straight, and turns back to eveyrone else, still jittery. He turns to look at everyone in the room, turning his whole head all at once, not just his eyes. \" Good. Good. Good. \" he chants.\n\nHe strides as fast as his short legs will carry him over to the door, and puts his ear against it for a fraction of a moment before pulling away and moving back to where he was.\n\" Still there, \" he announces. \" Still there. \"\n\nHe stops for a moment, still except for an irregular tapping of his foot. Then, suddenly, his pulls his Longspear from his back and begins rapping out a little beat with that, too, a mindless, quick tune dangerously near a meter of eight." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nHaving escaped from the ordeal without a scratch, Sheyra offers to take first watch and cover other people's shifts if they need to sleep more. \" I'll just need a light, \" she says, \" Gods, I miss the stars... \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nPlacing Thokk's body gently beside Hajih's, Ssathiya stands up head down and panting from the exertion. He nods his head in thanks to Aeroz's assistance. He frowns seeing the dwarf's sword in Aeroz's keeping but says nothing. Kneeling down and arranging Thokk's aems across his chest, he stands up and closes his eyes and seems to be in prayer.\n\n Brave Bear-roar, worthy packmate. You died defending your pack from grave danger as I stood frozen in terror. Forgive me my cowardice. Forgive me my failure. If you were of the people and among them. Your remains would be nonored and consumed not burnt as fuel or buried to rot. but you are pinkskin and your customs strange and insulting as it may seem to me are YOUR ways. Rest your spirit in the eternal hunting grounds. The hunt will go on and your name shall be spoken over the remains of Sethra so the kill may be yours as well \n\nHe moves off with an unreadable expression. Seeing the 2 captives, his expression hardens.\n Enough have died in their sleep.... \nHe roots through his pack, emerging with 2 spore pods carefully wrapped. More I will need soon if our ...new pinkskins are ro remain \nTossing it to the one tying the prisoners up, he instructs that the pods be aimed at the face. The soporific effect of the spores would knock them out.\n\nHe then lies on his belly beside Sheyra with his back to her, facing the others. He watches the prisoners intently but glances to Trinark occasionally." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The glow from two everburning torches keeps the gloom away, and there are small niches created by a number of supporting pillars, allowing semi-privacy (though no one is out of sight of any of the others). All four doors are secured from the inside, making the room about as safe as it can get in the middle of an abandoned drow outpost deep within the Underdark.\n\nStomachs growl, reminding everyone that the party is out of rations. Now with more mouths to feed, the situation is even more dire. At least there is plenty of water to go around.\n\nAs everyone settles down and prepares for some much needed rest, silence descends on the chamber.\n\nA low rhythmic whistling sound becomes audible as the room becomes quiet. It sounds like faint breathing, but the sound is coming from Hajih ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hey Hajih! Shut the hell... wait a second, Hajih's dead!\" \n\nDarius sits up. \"Does anyone have water? Something to wake him up? How about those herbs?\" \n If worst comes to worst just slap him in the face... hehe. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby eventually shudders to a rest. He slides over to his own stretch of wall, and curls around his pack. He smiles glumly at everyone around him, lost in his own thoughts.\n\nHe furtively slides a hand into his pack, and feels around for the little piece of cloth... yes. There it is. He breaks a little piece off of the round food-thing wrapped in it and surreptisiously eats it, crumb by miniscule fragment.\n\nHe barely glances up when Darius speaks, writing it off to the warrior's strange new mannerisms." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy manages a weak snort in response to Darius, as if the answer were obvious, \" My flail. \" He doesn't get the chance to press the issue though as he is assaulted by a crazy gnome.\n\nFor a moment, he protests, but can't seem to bring himself to throw her off, be it from his poor condition or otherwise. An uncomfortable look crosses his face, as if he's unused to this sort of thing, and he just settles back against her attack, hurridly muttering, \" Yeah, yeah, I'm alive. \" He does look thouroughly surpised by the relavation that he'd been knocked from the bridge, as if he weren't even aware of anything after that last hit.\n\nEventually, the broad orc musters the strength to move again, removing his armor and setting his pack to rights. He seems to have given up on his flail, though he still retains a profoundly sad look over the lost weapon. When everything has been rearranged properly, he tosses Lissa what's left of her things, settling back against a wall. In time he drifts into flitting, uneasy sleep, with no concern for worries like setting watch or otherwise. A furrowed brow indicates he's got plenty of worries on his mind anyway.\n\n What in the Hell happened? How could I lose Grinder? And where in Faerun did those extra ones come from? " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nThe oddly dressed ranger groans and mutters\n \"I'm alive, no need to douse me.\" \n Uggh, that’s the second time this has happened, how many times is this going to happen? The last time this happened... Hajih sits up and rubs his eyes. He glances over at the tied up humans.\n \"Something tells me I woke up at a 'busy' moment.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nHearing Hajh's voice, Aeroz ***** his head to the side and sees that the rather inept guide seems to be alive.\n\n\" Your dead. Why are you talking if your dead? \" the elf remarks" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Hajih sits up with a dazed look on his face. The tip of the barbed arrow still protrudes from his breastbone, but it must have just missed his heart. The ranger looks down at the arrow sticking out of his chest with mild interest.\n\nLinda gently removes the arrow using another healing spell." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Eventually Lissa regains her composure, apologizing to Lumpy, thanking him profusely, and collecting her things. She looks quite happy to have her crossbow and magic haversack back, though a bit disappointed over the apparent loss of her purple everburning torch. Lissa offers a healing potion to Lumpy and one to Elthan II, since both of them look pretty bad. Giving Aeroz back his loaned dagger (and thanking him), she sets up her bedroll near the other short folk and cleans herself up with a quick incantation. The sharp-eyed might notice Lissa examining a small green gem before she settles into her bedroll.\n\n Some time later... \n\nLissa is just drifting off to sleep when the whistling sound starts from Hajih's bedroll. Drowsily, she rolls over to look... and her eyes pop open at the sight of a conscious Hajih. \"Great good gods! You're alive! What next, food from the heavens?\" The gnome scrambles out of her bedroll and over to the wounded ranger. \"You want a healing potion, Hajih? I think I've got one left... and thank you for coming after me! I thanked everyone else (I think), but you were kinda out of it. I would've been spider chow if not for all of you... or worse.\" Lissa shivers violently, glancing at Callos and Djital.\n\n\n(OOC: The 'quick incantation' is Lissa's racial prestidigitation ability.)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Haha... he's dead! Ha... eh... uh... oh. Oww, my neck! Stupid drider! Hey, which of you guys bit my neck? Say you're sorry!\n\nWell Hajih, I guess you're not dead, that or we're all dead. Funny, cause I always thought dead people could fly. I always wanted to fly... hey Aeroz, you can fly right? Teach me how to do that soometime!\" \n I believe I can fly... I believe I can touch the sky... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby flicks a pebble at Darius. \" I wish the dead didn't talk so much, \" he grunts from his bedroll in which he is now encased. He props himself to a sitting position against the wall, shivering a tad, and pulls out the little ring, tumbling it over in front of his eyes." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan II\n\nElthan sits in a corner on his bedroll. Somwthing lurkd at the back of his mind. Something tempting. Something round. Something.... Ginger.\n\n\"Cookie....\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa generously offers her last potion of cure light wounds , but it seems to have little beneficial effect on Hajih, perhaps due to the effect of the poison in his system.\n\nSheyra watches over the prisoners as they shiver in their sleep. Her instincts told her that the two men were speaking the truth, that they had been transformed into driders against their will. The two men seemed to retain some memory of their ordeal, and seemed to sincerely regret any harm they had caused while transformed. One mentioned a ferry of some kind, and Sheyra allows herself to hope that there actually might be a way out of this gods-forsaken hellhole.\n\nBeing one of the few members of the party who had escaped injury (thanks to her training and the assistance of Achkby's mage armor spell), Sheyra volunteers to take the lion's share of the watch for this rest period.\n\nThe overall situation is not encouraging. About a third of the party is poisoned, and almost all are bleeding or nursing broken bones. Food is non-existent and supplies are running low.\n\nThankfully, Linda is still able to provide plenty of clean, fresh water to drink.\n\n\n\nOOC: Remember to keep an eye on your character's HP. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nHis fitful sleep finally drawing to a close, Lumpy shifts back into full consciousness, rolling gingerly up onto his feet and taking stock of himself.\n\nIt wasn't pretty. His nose was still crushed, courtesy of the late dwarf, whom he spared a glance half spite and half pity. Probing with his hands told him that his scalp was still torn up fairly bad from the rockfall, even through the growing layer of hair slowly accumulating there: he hadn't had a chance to shave it in a while, and that bothered him as well. A blotchy line of semicircular bruises ringed his chest shoulder and neck, courtesy of a darkmantle. And to top it off, that infernal priestess' one hit upon him felt like it had done more damage than the rest combined. All across his upper right pect and shoulder, dull fire burnt where she'd nailed him. Instinct told him that he was probably packing a few cracked ribs, and he wouldn't be suprised if his collarbone was messed up as well.\n\nWorst of all though, his flail was gone, the weapon that had served him so well for years. Part of him still pined for his loss, but deeper in, another part recognized that it was time to move along. He was still alive, and he could still walk, which meant he could still walk out of this pit, if he could just find a way.\n\nHe turns, kneeling among his things, retrieving the cookie he'd promised himself he would enjoy; the promise was broken, the scant nourishment downed in one senseless gulp. More imortant things afoot. \n\nImperiously, he turns to face the others, posture straightening agonizingly. He glances around rapidly, singling out Darius with one talon-like nail. He had what Lumpy needed. His voice comes out hard, not his usual drawl, but the voice of necessity.\n\n\" You. Give me your sword. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Err, wha?\" Darius says, waking up rather slowly.\n\n The green one is tricking you, he wants your weapon. He's going to take it... He'll kill you! Hajih's alive, that's good... He'll steal it! Betrayal! Killer! I'm hungry.... Don't trust him! I wish I could fly... Keep it! \n \"What? No way! I'd be dead a few times over if it weren't for me using this weapon. Besides, Thokk and Sedryn both had good weapons you can use!\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe broad orc shrugs, supressing a wince at the motion. He slips back into his normal speech, \" Suit yerself, I'm done fighting fer ya then. Ya can handle close combat now. \"\n\nHe leaves the matter at that, returning to his things and donning his armor. He checks over his bags once more, before stringing his bow and giving it careful inspection, making sure it's still ready to be used. Whe he's certain things are in order, he leans himself casually against a pillar, watching the others with a mild scowl." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Lumpy, howabout using Thokk's sword. I managed to take it before the spiders came. I can't put it to much use, so you can have it for the time being. I'll need it back once we reach the surface though. It's going to a temple of Moradin. \"\n\nAeroz holds out the enchanted bastard sword and waits for Lumpy to take it." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa wakes as Lumpy and Darius start talking. Normally the rogue is up and about in fairly short order, but today she fairly zips out of her bedroll as fast as the poison in her veins will let her. There's a strange, almost manic glee dancing in her eyes, but she says nothing. Strange... usually Lissa likes to talk, even early in the morning. And she isn't making snide comments about Lumpy and Darius' argument.\n\nOnce her bedroll is packed and ready to go, Lissa hunts around until she finds a fist-sized rock. Fishing a silver piece out of her pocket, she pounds on it... with no effect. \"Damned poison,\" she mutters. The gnome raises her voice and beckons to Darius. \"Stop bickering with Lumpy and come make yourself useful, Darius. Pound on this thing for me until the stamping is gone, please. You're a big strong person, you're awake, and the spider poison hasn't got to you.\" She grins mischievously. \"There's a method to my madness... I'll let you know why I'm doing this once it's done. I'm pretty sure everyone will be pleased with the end result.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Umm, okay... What the heck, why not?\" Darius says with a shrug, heading over to Lissa to begin beating a stamping off of a silver coin." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": "Hajih, Human Ranger\n\nPulling the hat off his head, Hajih pays his respects to Thokk. He pushes his hair back, revealing a long, pale scar which goes along the length of his head. Glancing around, he quickly replaces his hat and becomes very engrossed in his feet.\n I miss them, horrible companions they were… " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The prisoners eventually awaken, teeth chattering from their involuntary nap on the cold stone floor. They watch with interest, along with the rest of the party, as Lissa directs Darius as he pounds her silver piece into a featureless disc.\n\nFinding a small set of engraving tools among Thokk's possessions, Lissa borrows them and starts working some details into the shiny white metal ..." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra is very tired, but still seems to pity the tied-up men. \" Does anyone have some extra clothes? \" she asks. \" I'd offer something myself, but what I'm wearing is all I've got. Besides, I don't think anything of mine would fit very well. \" She smiles a little at the thought of the two men wearing her clothes." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": "Hajih, Human Ranger\n\nThe ranger digs in his pack and pulls out a gaudy set of blue sequined pants and a long purple shirt.\n \"This any good mini-monk?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, there ya go... good luck with whatever you're doing...\" Darius says, leaning against the wall a bit back to watch her at work." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy fixes Aeroz with an incredulous look, \" If I'd'a wanted the dwarf's short sword, I'd'a asked ya fer it. Unless I get my flail back, it's a greatsword or nothing. I got principles ta uphold. \"\n\nHe ignores the offered sword, crossing his steel-clad arms. He shrugs at Sheyra's question, shaking his head slightly: the only clothing he seems to own is the one pair of rough woven pants under his armor. he doesn't even seem to have shoes beyond his heavy boots and greaves." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"If everybody wants, we can go back and take on those spiders. The thirty or so poisonous spiders that contributed to us almost all dropping dead. Then we'll get your flail and the rest of the loot, and head back... or we could head onward and hopefully stay alive. However, I've had this sword for quite a long time, and I don't intend to part with it because you ran into the middle of battle and got knocked off the cliff by those spiders.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe bulky orc shrugs, as if it's of no consequence, \" No, no, that's fine if ya won't let me borrow it. I'm just as happy not fighting right now. We'll let ya get a chance up in there. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih smiles at the prospect of combat. He starts digging through his pack and brings out two clay flasks.\n \"Light these and those little buggers, no pun intended, won't know what hit 'em\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well I can lend it to you on occasion, but as you must've seen I've needed it quite a lot. Just give me a holler if you really need it, hopefully we can take another weapon off our next foes for you.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Once Darius finishes, Lissa takes the silver disk with a big grin and thanks him.\n\nLissa hums happily as she works, having greeted Thokk's set of engraving tools with glee. Gradually, a sort of picture or symbol takes shape; a cloak with a dagger laid over it point-down. The workmanship (workgnomeship?) isn't anything somebody would actually pay for in a marketplace, but the symbol is pretty clear. She's placed it slightly off-center, leaving more room at the top of the disk than at any of the other sides. Finally she puts Thokk's tools down and picks up the disk, looking at it critically. \"I'm definitely no craft-maester, but I suppose it'll do. Hmm... wonder if I can bore a hole in the top...\" Lissa digs through the engraving kit, looking for a small drill or bore." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Are you becoming a cleric ?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby awakens sourly, and secretly eats a tad more cookie. He huddles in his bedroll, apparently not in the same high spirits as Lissa.\n Ow. My head is so sore. Why? I didn't get bitten... oh, right. The squids in the dark. Ugh. My head ! Rest hasnt helped much. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nduring the night before the lizardkin had expressed great surprise on finding Hajih still alive and assured the others that Hajih wasn't breathing when Thokk and him had left him. His survival was a miracle. He had then subsequently gone to bed(roll).\n\nThe next morning, after a quiet meditation, he started walking around casting CLW on Lumpy, Hajih and Darius who needed it. He then ate his strange white paste 'koo-ki' as the others called it in sullen silence.\n It seems I have lost a valuable ally and gained 2 more into a pack that is becoming increasingly dangerous for the young one \nHe rest his eyes on Sheyra and his expression soften a little.\n\nOOC: DR don't we recover a HD for a night of rest and heal 1 Ability dmage? and sorry everyone with STR drained, I can't do anything yet. and we should annihilate the spiders and loot the room. can't we toss area damage from outside. Linda had snilloc's snow swarm?" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nBefore laying down to sleep, Trinark removed the cookie he saved. My quickly that he was used to he ate the cookie trying to savor the taste. He followed it with a generous quantity of water to try an make up for the lack of food.\n\nSleep came quickly after the long and eventful \"day\". During his sleep, Trinark is heard murmurring in Elven: \"Yes, I understand. I will follow the path. I'm sorry, I will assist the others and guide them.\" Anyone who bothers to look sees a gentle smile spread across his face. Not a look of malice, but one of contentment.\n\nTo be continued when the group awakens..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe human woke up after the pods effects began to wear off, shivering from the cool drug induced sleep on the cave floor. Propping himself up against the side of the tunnel he looked down at his stomach as it rumbled slowly. Shut up stomach. If they want to feed us then they'll feed us. Just be glad that we're back to normal and eating normal foods again. And then a bewildered look came to his face. \" By the gods...I just yelled at my stomach \" Then he turned to his friend and kicked him.\n\n\" Hurry up Djital and wake up! \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nGlancing over to his companion, then nodding back toward the Gnome, \"Check this out. I think she's making an amulet.\"\n\nHis speech slips back into a quieter, more lazy way of speaking, a little different from how he was trying to wordily defend himself the night before.\n\n\"Got any thoughts about these people? We got no food, we got no water. And we got weapon distribution issues. Deja vu, huh?\"\n\n " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra digs through her pack, confirming once again that they are out of food. She sighs. \" Of course... now that we've taken on two more people we don't even have the means to feed them. It's like the Underdark itself is punishing us for being compassionate. \" She looks around the area. \" I don't suppose we could eat the darkmantles we killed yesterday... \" she moans." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa grins up at Djital while she works, winks, but doesn't say anything.\n\nEventually the gnome finds a tiny pick, and with the help of her stone, manages to bore a hole through the silver. Lissa then fishes a length of string out of her belt pouch, threads her new medallion onto it, and ties it around her neck. \"There we go! Okay, now please don't disturb me for a bit. This shouldn't take too long... maybe an hour or so.\" With that announcement, Lissa sits down next to one of the walls and closes her eyes, one hand on the medallion.\n\n\n(OOC: In the interests of speed, I'm assuming she found a way to punch a hole. I can always edit if you want, DR.)" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": "Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n \"Hmmm, Darkmantle... actually we might be able to cook it\" \n\nOOC: Knowledge check, which ever is applicable: Dungeoneering +7, Nature +1 or any untrained." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc supresses a chuckles, unmoved from his position against the pillar, \" Cook it? Why waste time? Food's better fer ya raw anyway. \"\n\nHe considers for a moment, shrugging, \" We could always eat the dwarf.. All that meat ain't doing him no good any more. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn takes out his cookie before he goes to sleep and slowly eats it, savoring the taste. Disgruntled that there isn't anymore food, he goes to bed.\n\n In the 'morning', Fizahn wakes up extremely bitter that he can't have any breakfast. We need to find some food soon. As darkmantle cooking is suggested, he pauses in thought. Desparate times call for desparate measures. Did we kill all the darkmantles? I could have sworn there were more out there. \"I don't suppose eating darkmantle would be too bad. Let's just hope it's not poisonous. Also, we can't afford any detours, we need to get out of here as soon as possible!\" When Lumpy suggests eating Thokk, Fizahn looks at him in disgust. What kind of barbaric act is that? \"That may be Lumpy, but when do you suppose was the last time he took a bath? I say we cremate him before he starts smelling worse than normal.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc drops the issue with no audible complaint, scanning the room boredly. He pushes himself off the pillar, moving up to examine Thokk's body. His gnarled hands trace through the fallen dwarf's possessions, looking for any useful tidbits that haven't been snatched up yet.\n\nHe glances up, \" What've we got ta make a fire from then? We need some wood, or oil or something, and we used most'a it up on the priest. \"\n\n((OOC: Lumpy will take pretty much anything Thokk has left if no one stops him, or it's already been taken.))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n 'Well, my dear simpleton,\" Hajih says as he joins Lumpy in removing the useful items from Thokk \"I happen to have two flasks of oil.\" He grabs the gauntlets off of the fallen dwarf." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nAfter waking, Trinark stretches and sits up. He moves into a sitting position crossing his legs (Indian style). Then he carefully balances his recently acquired longsword across his knees. He bows his head and begins to whisper in a way that almost sounds like chanting. Although you can't make out the words, it sounds similar to the prayers Sedryn used to say when asking Lathander to grant him spells.\n\nA short time later, Trinark rises from his meditations and begins donning his borrowed armor. When finished, he manages to mutter in a mixture of broken common and elvish \"Let me have a look at the lot you, and see if we can get you back into fighting shape.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hah! Now you're speaking my language! Too bad we don't have a cleric... but a stout ale would put me back into fighting shape if you have any.\" Darius says with a lopsided grin and a tilt of his head.\n\n((So the lizard, Lissa, Trinark, and SD's new character can now all heal? Sweet!))" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nHe watches the actions of the party, speaking up when Hajih brandishes the oil bottles.\n\n \"Are you going to use those to immolate the Dwarf, or to burn up that legion of spiders? Or.. you could use the burning spiders as his pyre. I like that idea.\" \n Mmmmm, burning.. this could turn out to be a very good day. \n\nHe smiles, and twists around in his ropes to try to examine the short sword he pulled from the throne, muttering as he maneuvers; \"And raw darkmantle is a delicacy in some far-east lands. I think. We're lucky- it could be rats, or nothing at all!\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa opens her eyes and stretches, about an hour after she sat down and started meditating. She's just in time to see Lumpy looting Thokk's body. \"Hey! Let the rest of us get a memento of Thokk before we lay him to rest, hmm?\" \n\nThe gnome walks over to the fallen dwarf, a somber expression on her face. Lissa kneels next to him, lays a hand on his chest and speaks several verses in an archaic form of Gnomish; from the words Fizahn can make out, it's a prayer for the protection of a dead person's soul as it travels to the afterlife. Once her prayer is complete, Lissa solemnly takes a silvery brooch from Thokk's cloak and fastens it to her own. She stands and faces the party, her expression a strange combination of sorrow, anticipation and joy.\n\n \"All right. I promised you an explanation, so here it is. The root of the matter is that I didn't quite tell Darius' party the whole truth about why I wanted to accompany them.\" Lissa looks a bit sheepish. \"I had my own quest, you see. Some clerics are simply gifted by their god when they reach adulthood. Some, though, were lay worshippers who proved themselves worthy of channeling their god's power.\" She holds up her new medallion with a crooked smile. \"You're not stupid people; I think you see where I'm going with this. I wanted to be a cleric of Baravar Cloakshadow, the gnomish god of illusion and trickery... but he didn't call me. So I consulted a high priest, who communed with Baravar, and he told me to 'find the sea where the stars shine forever'. Sound familiar? He warned me that there was a good chance I could die, and I would certainly suffer. I accepted the quest anyway.\" \n\nLissa's expression grows shadowed. \"If I had known... but there was no way I could have. Anyway, it took me several months of tracking down rumors before I found that swirfneblin in Velprintalar who told me about the Sea of Starry Night in the Underdark. No way was I going into the Underdark alone, so I waited until a competent-looking group of people came along who were going that way, and attached myself to them.\" She gestures to Darius, Aeroz, Sheyra, Achkby and Hajih. \"The rest you know, up until last night.\" Lissa beams, the manic joy that showed itself this morning dancing in her eyes again. \"I did it! I'm finally a cleric! And I could never have done it without all of you.\" \n\nShe claps her hands together. \"All right, lets see if I made this holy symbol correctly. Hajih, judging by the fact that the healing potion didn't work on you last night, I kind of doubt that my healing will work today.\" Lissa walks over to Aeroz, who's looking badly hurt. She reaches up to touch one of his wounds- very lightly- and begins chanting in Celestial...\n\n\nOOC: Cast cure light wounds for 7 hp (roll 6 + 1) on Aeroz! I bet all of you saw this coming once she started to make her holy symbol, but what can I say. I like teh drama." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe squat orc finishes looking Thokk over, detaching the amulet around the dwarf's neck last. He wraps it about his fist, looking at it carefully through squinty eyes. He stands, turning to regard Lissa.\n\n\" Yeah, congratulations. Yer well on the road ta meeting him face ta face too. So what's the plan then? I want Grinder back, and there's prolly other stuff worth taking back there. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe human watched the goings on amiably as he leaned against the wall. Raising an eyebrow at the half-orcs actions he merely shook his head when Lumpy mentioned his flail and other treasures in the pit.\n\n\" And hopefully my spellbook and whatever our old party had on them. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nLooking at the naked talkative human,\n \"Tell us of old pack\" \nas he sat on the floor rolling his bedroll. His piercing gaze proving that his hostility had not dissipated in the least despite the acceptance by the others." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Congratulations, Lissa, \" Achkby says from his bedroll. He seems to remain dismal, but rises after the lizardkin's questioning of the prisoners.\n\n\" She's right. Give the rest of us a chance to collect momentos, too. And I'm sure that some of his things will benefit us in whatever is to come, \" says Achkby flatly to Lumpy, giving the half-orc a hard eye.\n He won't be taking all of Thokk's valuables for himself. And though I feel tied to him by the dragon scale, others may want keepsakes as well. \n\nHe finishes walking to Ss-druid, and stands \"above\" him. He nods to the human questioned.\n\n[OOC]Er... DR, which Drider is this human?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" My old pack? You mean the others that travelled down here with us? You would have to ask my friend about them. He knew them better then me, he was their captain and I just knew them for a week or two at the most before we ran into the major trouble. \"\n\nCallos says this evenly then looks down at the ground as if in thought. Thats right, I didn't really know them. Most of them were alright people. They were willing to give their lives up to help me, or rather Djital out at least. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Is he dumb, or just covering up? \n\nAchkby sighs, and says, as if it were painfully obvious, \" Well, if you aren't going to tell us about them , then tell us what you did before you were with them. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Alright. It looks like a few of us need our belongings, so I guess that means we're gonna go back and kick some ass. Lumpy, you can borrow my sword for this battle, as long as you stand near enough to defend me when the spiders get close. Getting bitten in the neck wasn't what I'd call a great experience.\" \n Kill the bugs! Rage! \n\nDarius turns to the conversation about the \"old pack\", and looks away from the naked humans in disgust.\n\n We should leave them in the pit to fend for themselves... they are not needed. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe bulky orc stands, looping the amulet around his neck with a faint grin, seeming undeterred by either Lissa's or Achkby's admonitions. He moves over to Darius, nodding, \" I'll only need it once if we get Grinder back. We'll keep 'em at the door. \"\n\nHe looks over to the two naked humans again, seeming to truly take notice of them for the very first time. His eyes narrow, and he throws a sidelong glance at Lissa, growling quietly, \" ..and who in the dark city'a Dis are they? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, newly minted cleric \n\nLissa stares at Darius and Lumpy, incredulous. Very deliberately, she cups a hand over one ear. \"Excuse me? The spider poison- which is still affecting half of us- must also have dulled my hearing, because I could swear I heard you two actually wanting to go back into the Pit of Poisonous Death.\" She throws her hands into the air. \"Are you mad, or just plain stupid?! There are exactly two people here who aren't wounded and/or poisoned, one who's barely surviving as it is, and two that we don't know we can trust with weapons! And you want to go back and fight Baravar-knows-how-many gigantic venomous spiders because Darius can't stand the idea of leaving the loot, Lumpy won't consider using anything other than his beloved Grinder, and we've been saddled with a wizard who lost his spellbook.\" \n\nLissa snorts derisively, folding her arms across her chest. \"Well, you're both grown men, though I'm starting to doubt that as time goes on. If you've got death wishes and want to commit suicide by spider, be my guest. But count me out! I've had more than enough of spiders, starving, cold and dark. If you make it back with enough pieces intact, I'll do my part to heal you up, but there's absolutely NO way I'm going back in there.\" \n\n\nOOC: Lissa the Tactful strikes again. ;) Ten geek points to anyone who can identify the movie/TV quote!" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks at Lissa then back at Darius and Lumpy \"Pfft, we can take 'em.\" \n Oh trice-damned underdark...she's right, we're doomed if we rush in there. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Thirty-six or so... well only thirty now, if I can kill six in the time it takes us to leave that room, then this party can easily kill all of them in the time it takes for everyone to get their stuff.\" Darius says with a little bit of a sneer on his face.\n\n((I have no idea what movie that is. No geek points for me.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy takes Lissa's outburst with a surprisingly impassive look, \" If that's how ya want it, fine. There are things I'm willing ta die fer, and Grinder's one'a them. Ya don't want a part'a it? That's yer business. \"\n\nHe narrows his eyes, his drawl subsiding as he slips into a colder tone, anger sharpening his voice rather than degrading it, \" But don't you make any mistake about what's going though my head. _I_ know full well how messed up we are, how bad a shape I'm in, no less. I know the stakes, and I understand them fully. I didn't ask for volunteers, and even if no one else were interested, I'd probably go back by myself. So do what you want, I don't care. \"\n\nHis glower subsides as he breaks away with a growled sigh, sulking back over to his pack. It's difficult to judge on his broadly stroked face, but the general droop of his features seem to indicate some level of shame over the situation." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing the half-orc squatting by his pack, the lizardman walks over and drops to a knee beside him. When the half-orc looks up puzzled but not startled, the druid holds up one hand and says[color= Red]\"Peacce, Your oneness to your weapon gladdenss me. The hunt will go poorly if hunterss blindly rush into the sspiders' lair. Resst well and go as a pack, we musst. Dividing the pack is unwise and do not take it upon yoursself that the pack turnss its back on you.\" [/color],in hissing draconic. He gets up and turns his head to indicate Thokk's body. \"We lost... enough..today\" . The eyes exude a powerful calm and the half-orc feels the shame lessen somewhat.\n\nThe lizardkin eyes the prisoners suspiciously before turning back and stomping off back beside Sheyra." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra slumps against the cave wall, clearly exhausted from staying up all night. \" If we're going to charge in there, I think we should at least give it another day. As Lissa said, most of us are still injured. \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark begins moving among the group taking the time to look over each individual to assess the level of their injuries. He looks carefully for any signs of infection from the spider bites.\n\nAfter he is satisfied he knows which injuries are the most serious, he returns to Hajih. Looking Hajih in the eye, he says \"Do not be alarmed. Rest easy.\" Placing his hand upon Hajih's chest, he begins chanting an incantation. At the end Trinark's hands glow a dark blue, one of which is grasping the hilt of his longsword. The energy seeps into Hajih's chest. [OOC: Casting Lesser Restoration, +2 CON returned]\n\nNot satisfied with the results, Trinark frowns. He begins chanting the same incantation again. [OOC: +4 CON returned]\n\nTrinark turns to Aeroz. In Elven he asks, \"Please translate for me, as I don't have a good enough grasp of (common) yet.\" \n\nFurther, in Elven, \"I have been rewarded for all of my trials and suffering. I have been granted limited clerical abilities, which I will use as best I can to keep all of you safe. I wish to repay you for your willingness to rescue me from the evil of the Underdark. I have some additional healing remaining for today, but wish to be prudent in its application. I suggest caution if you desire to return to the spider chamber.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa watches Trinark's healing of Hajih with interest, noting his hand on the longsword. Once he's done (and Aeroz translates his speech), she speaks up. \"I thought I saw you healing in the spider room yesterday. Um... this is probably kind of rude, but may I ask which deity you serve?\" \n Hmm, he just got that sword yesterday, and it almost seems to be acting as a divine focus. Do any of the drow or elven deities favor the longsword? Think, Lissa, think! \n\nA rumble comes from the direction of the gnome's stomach. Lissa eyes the door leading to the passage with the darkmantles. \"Didn't some of you mention a battle with a swarm of squid-like things? Squid is good eating.\" She looks up at the lizardkin druid. \"Think you could tell us if Underdark squid is safe to eat, druid? If we have to go back to the Pit of Poisonous Death, I'd rather do it on a full stomach. Or fuller stomach, at least.\" \n You know you'll have to finish what Sedryn started, Lissa. Preferably sometime soon... before the murderer decides to take you and Trinark out. \n I will! Just not right now. \n Are you afraid of what you might find? It would be really awful if a certain halfling showed up as evil, wouldn't it? \n This is stupid! I'm not going to argue with myself! \n Haha, I was right! \n I'm not listening to you. \n\n\nOOC: Yes, the dialogue at the end is Lissa and herself. She's not (quite) going mad, but her conscience is giving her some grief. Side effects of becoming a cleric. ;)\n\nOh yeah, and Knowledge: Religion check to see if she knows of any drow or elven deities who have the longsword as favored weapon. Result: 16 with skill mod " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz will translate whatever Trinark says in elven.\n\n\" I'm not to keen on rushing into that spider pit. I need to get to Teflamm as soon as possible or my head is literally on a platter. If you guys wanna go and get whatever we left in there, go ahead, but I am in a hurry and I don't want to be poisoned again. " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, plot exposition cannon \n \"This is a good time to tell our story, right? Me and my friend here, we go way back. I ended up doing some travelling for a while, sowing my oats and finding adventure. Mostly the military kind, working for a small army of freelancers. It didn't make me rich, but it gave experience, and that's what counts. Some geezer with more money than he knows what to do with doesn't want just run-o-tha-mill guards patrolling his grounds, he wants professionals that he can show off. Even better if they can teach his kid more about arms and martial combat than the local militia leader. But I digress.\" \n\nHe leans back and takes a deep breath, relaxing in his ropes.\n\n \"'Course, I got homesick eventually and made my way back to what my buddy was up to, and maybe plan something out together. People you can trust are worth their weight in gold, y'know. His specialty being magical and mine being more kinetic, we figured we had a good combination for exploring and getting some treasure. Never got a chance to try that out, 'cause an agent for a shipping business recruited me on the spot when I was selling off some spare weaponry in the square. Now, this is where it gets complicated.\n\nSee, there was this excavation going on in Altumbel, not too far from the coast. Some kinda temple was being dug out from a hill, and the man who was having it done owned enough ships to move the work crew over there and supply them regular like, without anyone talking about it or even having a clue. Politics.. not my thing, but it probably would have raised hell with both nations if anyone knew. One of his agents was looking for a few guardsmen and another cook, before heading to a port city to set sail for the dig with a fresh load of food and tools. They didn't much mind my friend coming, once I swore he was trustworthy. Seems they had a cautious desire for mages.\n\nWe got there, and the lodgings weren't exactly five stars, I'll tell ya. A bunch of tents, a few sorta-permenant structures, and a big gaping gash in a hill. There were Dwarven stonemason experts, a bunch of Gnomes had just arrived for some reason, and a whole lot of guys digging the whole top of the hill apart. I ended up getting promoted to the captain of the guards, mostly cause I had a head for organization and the other guys were a little green- couple sons of noblemen and that sort. Good men, though, and my position was partly a formality, partly just administrative. Mostly it meant that I didn't get as much sleep and would be the one it all came down on if things went bad.\nNot like we were gonna see any fighting, but on a scale of hard to soft I'd have rated the staff \"gelatin\", cepting those Dwarves, and no one wants to be unprotected.\n\nThe two mages that were there already didn't take too much to my buddy, but he found enough to do. It wasn't like there was any shortage of coin each week.\n\nNow as to why Dwarves were showing up at a dirt-dig. A while before we arrived, they found some tombs under the temple. Under and around those tombs, catacombs that turned into a deep system of caves. They'd explore far enough to think that was the last of any mortal construction, and find a keystone fitted into one of the natural rock archways. The Dwarves were as interested as you can pay someone to be, although I never caught what significance they found. The Gnomes spent most of their time underground, working deep. They were the first ones we lost. But that's later.\n\nAs time went on, we got a little more relaxed with the guarding and did patrols with the Dwarves down in the tunnel, along with more grunt work for the dig. I taught some of the reformed thieves they brought in for trapwork a few fun things with a sword, and learned a lot about creeping in the dark and disarming things. Almost enjoy it more than what I'd picked for a career, actually. Picked up a bunch about the Arcane arts from the general crowd too. Made me feel like I was a character in a Mikal Kryton tale, learning this and that explained in a clear manner.\n\nDon't ask me what that one fellow commisioned the entire thing to find, because I never found out. Some kind of special artifact was supposed to be there, but it never got found. Plenty of lesser things, though, just tantalizing enough to keep people there hoping for more.\"\n \n\nHe bites his lip, looking around the room from face to face, then continues.\n\n \"Boring you yet, am I? I know, I know- should have taken bard lessons. This is the last bit- where everything goes sour, south, and sundered. A hurricane was coming up from the south coast, according to one of the mage's divinations and a few of the onshore sailors forecasts, and it was gonna tear right over us. A big one. Remember where I said it was all dirt and tents, cept for a few clapboard shacks? Can't weather a storm like that in those, and we had only one place to go- into the underground parts of the temple, and tomb system. We got everyone in and the ships sent off running back home just before it hit, and dumped the god's own chamberpot on us.\n\nWe had enough food to outlast it, fires, watches posted- on the sunny surface people got relaxed, but now that we were down there, I hardly got any sleep making sure that we had every doorway to the tunnel systems covered and every man accounted for. It was impossible to close everything off, though. We found that the hard way. People started vanishing.\n\nWe might have had some sense if the man who owned the whole operation hadn't been on-site since a week before the hurricane, or if he hadn't dissapeared the second day of living by torchlight and large light spells. That put everything wrong, and the only thing we could think was to go on a search.\n\nWe grabbed our standard ten foot poles and went down in a hurry, far down, and didn't find a thing except for one of his shoes around a mile into the tunnels. We came back for the mages who had stayed to ready a complicated divination spell- they wouldn't let any of the other magic adepts help. We found 'em dead in what looked like a suicide pact. Things went worse from there. People started vanishing, we'd go look and lose more. A bunch tried to go to the surface, cause wallowing in mud and driving rain is better than being dragged to your death in the dark, but we found them decorating a few lengths of hallway.\n\nWe banded together- constant light, never seperating from one big group, and decided to brave the underdark in the hope of coming up somewhere else. I had enough men left to make it worth the risk, and the one Gnome remaining thought he would be able to get us past any Drow with the twin tools of diplomacy and men and angry dwarves with sharp objects.\n\nThe things stalking us diminished in frequency, and we still never even caught a glimpse of one. We kept on our journey but around this very area, half what we were before we started down, we were split apart into two groups. One you see before you in it's entirity, the other I never saw living again. We fought into that very room behind that door, found our companions herded and slaughtered, and had one final stand before meeting a horrid and absolutely unpleasant cursed end.\n\nI don't remember if we killed that.. thing.. before or after the transformation, but I remember enough anger and rage that overwhelmed the chaotic swirl that is the prison-mind of such a state. It was my last time as myself, until now.\n\nAnd here we are. I fully intend to avenge the dead in that room, even if my closure comes from the simple act of killing spiders, or putting people to sleep with over-long stories.\" \n\nHe musters an attempt at a wry grin, and lapses into a look of introspection." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nNodding his head and not completely understanding what the human captive was saying, Ssathiya with the help of the others managed ro rig an improvised net by tying some blankets together.\n\nUsing the net, he explained to others how it would be used to cover the door to the Darkmantle Cavern and net them some fresh darkmantle. He holds up a clawed hand in explanation of what was to follow.\n\nThe others understanding move to help in the endeavour." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman busies himself knotting silk rope into a crude net, while Lumpy looks longingly at the door leading to his beloved flail.\n\nThe antechamber has four doors. Through one, the darkmantles lie in wait. Through another is the spiral passage leading to the spiders' vault. Down one of the remaining doors supposedly lies passage to the ferry mentioned by the ex-driders.\n\nWhat lies behind the fourth door?\n\nHaving nothing better to do, Fizahn examines the door that supposedly leads to the ferry. It appears untrapped and opens conventionally into a dark passage. He closes that door and turns toward the mysterious fourth door. He listens at the door carefully, but hears nothing. He is about to check for traps when he notices something alarming ...\n\nAn inky black wetness seems to be seeping into the antechamber through the cracks around the door. Fizahn steps back and points it out to the others. \"Umm. That doesn't look good, does it?\" In a few moments, the door is covered in black gelatinous slime." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Urk!\" Lissa's eyes grow huge, and she swings her crossbow down off her back. \"No, Fizahn, that does not look good.\" She begins chanting in Celestial again, touching her holy symbol with her left hand. \"Baravar, ward me from evil!\" A glowing white circle appears, about a foot in every direction around the diminutive cleric-rogue.\n\n\nOOC: Draw crossbow and cast protection from evil on self. I used Navy for Celestial; let me know if you want a different color for that, DR. I can't remember if there was an approved Celestial color. :-/" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih pulls out his rapier and hatchet and faces the door. \"This might just be a bad thing, we might have to run for it!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby seems pleased that the man is so forthcoming, but makes no comment.\n Well. If he is lying, it is quite a lie. And if he is truly capable of all that he says, I doubt he could pull off quite so magnificent of one. I hope we don't get the chance to test his swordsmanship for quite a while, though. \n\n[hr]\n\" If we flee, then we, or at least I , are going towards the ferry! Even if it isn't a ferry, I'd say it is better than any of our other options. \"\n\nHe quickly balls his bedding into his pack, sighing as he sees it cover his armor, and swings the thing to his back.\n\n[OOC]Er... I'll take it that we've levelled for this battle. Normally I do some spell discovery, but this might have to be it.\nIt's a shame I didn't get the chance to armor myself... ah, well. Regardless of my AC, it won't be good if I'm within striking distance.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nLooking at his empty left hand, it dawns on Hajih \"Trice-damned underdark, my hatchet!\" He sheathes his rapier and rolls up his bedroll. He shouts to the rest of the party \"grab your stuff and follow me!\" and opens the door towards the ferry." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFortunately, Lissa had rolled up her bedroll and packed up most of her things earlier. She hurriedly chucks the engraving tools she was using into her pack, shoulders the pack and bedroll, and runs toward the ferry door. \"Sounds good to me, Hajih!\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n I really hate the underdark. Ah, now I slip the knot and.. At least it can't get any worse than this. The pants are nice though, I should find a way to thank- \n\nHe glances up from his state of concentration, seeing the slimy door and the party's reaction.\n\n \"Oh hell no!\" \n\nHe lurches to his feet, working to slide the ropes off of his arms.\n\n \"Do we fight whatever it is or run? Maybe use an oil flask? Fire is always good!\" \n\nAs he notices Hajih and the others running for the ferry door, he sheds the rest of his rope and turns to Lumpy.\n\n \"You gonna be happy with that sword for now or do we have to go cut apart a buncha spiders to get you 'Grinder'?\" If it's worth dyin' for, then it's worth living for today to get it in a month or three. Our loot and your flail aren't gonna walk away , not with those spiders there. Let's get out of this goddamn death trap - that goop is gonna be in here any second - and come back when we're better off.\" \n\nImmediately he picks up the battered short sword and slices his companion free of the ropes, and prepares to help the party either move in an orderly fashion into the passage, either assisting with Thokk's corpse, or battling whatever is seeping through the door.\n\n[ooc: Djital has been taking 20 on his escape artist check throughout the long story ;) If I missed where we got untied, then disregard my maneuver- and if doing that wasn't kosher, then I'll just edit it.]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe short orc's fangs grit audibly at the sight of the slime, a muttered chorus of words best left unrepeated eminating from his throat, curses in any and every language he knows and a few he probably just made up. After a few moments of grumbling, he caps it off with an emphatic \" Damn it all! \" Whatever the hell that thing is, it was the straw that broke the camel's back for Lumpy.\n\nHe stands, slinging his pack and bow, wedging Darius's sword among the straps across his back, still throwing out the odd curse. He glances at the Lizardman, waving at his crude net, pausing in his oaths long enough to grunt out a few words, \" Gimme half'a that, and we'll drag the dwarf with it. Everyone else, get moving or yer left behind. \" If Ssathiya complies, Lumpy will help him load up the dwarf and then start running for the alleged ferry. He also promptly resumes his grumbling, though his creativity begins to suffer as he falls back on old standbys." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThroughout the long monologueish thing his companion gave he could only stare in wonder at him. He could remember Djital being talkative but not this talkative. Oh well, it saved him the trouble of explaining the exact same thing to them. As the slime began to slide under/through/around the door the lanky man yelped and began to yank and pull at his bonds frantically. Slimes were never a good thing! And Callos didn't need to know anything else about it. When he saw Djital use the short sword to slice his bindings, he held extremely still then stood up quickly, slipping the long shirt on.\n\n\" Gods damn it all! This is why I hate cold dank places like the Underdark! Its a festering place for molds and fungus. Come on Djital. The half-orc and lizard man got the body. We need to make sure that we all are still heading the right way to the ferry! \"\n\nAnd with that the brown haired mage shuffles to the front of the group and takes off at a light jog down the tunnel to wards where the ferry should be. Every now and then he stops to make sure that the others are still behind him." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hells bells... as if things couldn't get any worse!\" Darius says\n\nThen after listening to Djital he grins, \"Fire is quite good, isn't it?\" \n\nTwo flaming arrows thud through the ooze into the door.\n\n \"Now, let's get outta here!\" \n\nDarius spins around and follows the others out of the room." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPropping the door open with a crossbow bolt, Hajih runs in and grabs the arrow that was formerly lodged in his breastbone. Running back to the door, he waits for everyone to leave then shuts the door." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two arrows that Darius fires seem to annoy rather than damage the ooze. It flows ever more rapidly into the antechamber through the crevices around the darkstone door.\n\nThe party beats a hasty retreat through the opposite door, heading toward the ferry.\n\nDjital initially takes the lead, only to discover that with mere human vision, he is unable to see in the darkness. He is forced to wait for the others to arrive with their everburning torches.\n\nSix members of the party carry Thokk, who has been wrapped in the silk rope net. The netting forms a shroud of sorts, allowing the dwarf to be carried, armor and all.\n\nThe lizardman, bringing up the rear, is dismayed to see the ooze begin to leak around the second door as well ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby hurries along as quickly as his short legs can carry him, nearly panting as thought race quickly through his head.\n I see they've freed themselves. I knew they couldn't be trusted! Damn them, traitorous men, now leige to the spiders... but no matter. We shall rebind them later, and consequences will come hard on its heels. For now, though, we may need their help to escape here. unless they lead us into a trap. But if they do, they will surely die... I will not be kind to them if they try to arrange our deaths. \n\n\" You! \" he calls ahead to the one that used to wear the claws. \" Where are you taking us? And you had better tell the truth, for if you lead us into a trap I'll be releasing my magics on you , and not just the eight-legged spiders! \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, CN!!! \n \"Damn! Damn!\" \n\nDarius looks at the ooze in dismay, then continues to run.\n\n \"I can't hurt it! What'll we do?\" \n\nDarius hurls the nearest rock at the ooze deperately before continuing to charge away with the others." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nDespite her fatigue, Sheyra manages to get to the front of the party before long thanks to her training. I can't believe we beat some kind of undead priestess and now we're running from a pile of jelly, she thinks, But at least we're getting out of here instead of going on a suicide run for the loot. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz cautiously follows the two \"escapees\". He keeps his hand on his rapier, just in case the two try to do something funny." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party moves along the corridor as quickly as possible away from the ooze. The corridor continues to show signs of having been worked by the drow long ago. It slopes ever so slightly downward, but there are no branches. The passage seems to be making a beeline toward a definite destination (the ferry, one would hope).\n\nSheyra soon finds herself at the front of the party, frustrated by its slowness. Lacking darkvision, the young monk is forced to wait for the rest of her companions as they plod their way forward. From her point of view, her companions seem to be moving at a snail's pace. Many of the party members are encumbered by their gear, and Thokk's armored body isn't helping matters.\n\nThe members at the rear of the party spare occasional glances backward and note, to their horror, that the ooze seems to be following the party.\n\nWhether it's because Darius keeps shooting it and throwing things at it, or because \"food\" is hard to come by this deep into the Underdark, the black pudding seems determined not to let the party escape without a chase.\n\nThe enormous black pudding oozes inexorably forward along the passageway, visible as a glistening black river trailing the party by a good 100 feet or so. Unfortunately, as the slow-motion pursuit drags on for what seems an eternity, a terrifying reality becomes clear ... the black pudding is gaining on the party.\n\n\n\nOOC: The black pudding has a base move of 20 ft. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\n\"You may not want to hear this... but we have to drop the dwarf, he's slowing us down.\" Hajih starts breaking the heads of his crossbow bolts and throwing the shafts to the pudding as he runs." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa is running as hard as she can, but unfortunately gnomes have short legs. And her gear, normally a light load, feels much heavier due to the spider poison still affecting her. Risking a look back, Lissa gasps. \"Good gods, people, look at the size of that thing!\" Grimly, she faces front again and keeps running. \"Much as I hate to, I have to agree with Hajih. If we can't outrun this thing, we're all going to die and Thokk's sacrifice will have been for nothing. Save the rope if you can, though!\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Aah! It's not working!\" Darius shrieks, tossing his arms up into the air and running as fast as he possibly can with the others." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Ha ha ha ha! I almost fell out of my chair laughing...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Lissa, see if you can give some things to stronger people! \" Achkby shouts back. \" Who can carry some stuff? And Sheyra, see if you can help them carry Thokk! \"\n\n My God! It's moving at least as fast as I am! " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, Disco Pants Man \n \"Gah! Hurry, hurry!\" He yells and quickens his pace as much as possible, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.\n\nHe quickly looks over the body of Thokk, sizing up the weight and trying to shoulder more of it. \"Maybe pull off his armor quick, ease the load that way and huff give some of us more protection? Grease his body and the net with oil and drag it as huff fast as we can? There's gotta be something that doesn't teach it that we give away food!\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan II\n\n\"Hmm.. Hey guys, we do still have the coins right? And since they function pretty much like major image, something as primative as that should fall for it pretty easily. Any other heat source could work as well, if anyones willing to part with a torch or two( or mybye if Light produced heat...). Mybye we are giving it food, but it will be so far behind us it'll never get a second lesson.\"\n\n[size=0.125]\"I hope the path branches farther on, else we may run into our friend latter on...\"[/size]\n\n(OOC: DR, it says Light produces light as a torch, but does not say if it produces any significant heat. I know a few spells that say they don't produce heat, but it's pretty much your call since it doesn't say.\nElthan will go through with one of these plans. If 1 doesn't work, he moves to the next and so on.\n1) If Light does produce heat like a torch, he'll cast it on a few loss rocks above and to the side of the ooze to distract it.\n2) Light a torch and throw it, then RUN!!! \n3) Flip 2-3 coins along the width of the corridor, and pray that it waste as much time as possible attacking the Illusions.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Love to, Achkby, but all the strong people are carrying Thokk!\", Lissa shouts to the halfling. \"Take off his armor and grease him? That's full plate, Djital! I don't think you can take that stuff off quickly!\" The rogue grits her teeth and keeps on running, her breathing uncharacteristically labored.\n\nShe looks up at Elthan's suggestion, hope sparking in her eyes. \"I can make your torch smell like meat with prestidigtation, Elthan; that or I can light it quickly. Hey Achkby, got any cantrips?\" \n\n\nOOC: I don't think light produces heat, unfortunately." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"I meant grease the net and armor, or pull it off, and six people can pull plate pieces apart surprisingly quick- but making it smell like meat sounds good! Maybe even pour oil around the torch so it flares up? And if you want, toss things on me, you look overloaded.\" \n I wonder why my only decent ideas seem to involve lighting things on fire... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, strength-drained gnome \n\nLissa looks at Djital with surprise and gratitude. \"Okay, thanks. If you lose my pack, though, I'll take the price out of your hide; it's magical and expensive! And that's not counting the stuff inside.\" With that, she comes up alongside the human in Hajih's glittery blue pants and unstraps her bedroll as she runs. Handing off the bedroll to Djital, Lissa unslings her backpack while he finds a place to carry the gnome-sized bedroll. Once the bedroll is in place, she hands him the pack. While Lissa still isn't running as fast as normal, she's going faster than she was before.\n\n\nOOC: Move adjacent to Djital and CAREFULLY give him the bedroll and pack. Lissa's encumbrance should now be medium instead of heavy. There's no way I can get it to light with the Str damage, not if she's wearing her armor and carrying her weapons." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe lizardman stands and watches the others and the encroaching ooze with his arms crossed and his eyes deep in thought. His tail swishing from side to side, the only outward sign of agitation. Watching the other strip Thokk and redistribute the load, he says nothing as the newcomers are entrusted with their backpacks and armor. His instincts telling him that this wasn't a trap of their making and that the fear on their faces was true. Turing to the Elthans and Linda,\n \"I heard your strategy from behind. Your trickery magic will not work. Magic that fools the eye will not fool an eyeless creature. It is guided by instinct and primitive beast senses. MY intstincts tell me that our weapons will not damage this hunter and it will not easily allow its prey esscape\" \nHe pauses for the weight of his words to sink in before proposing the only means he could think of.\n \"WE MUssST bring down the cave(tunnel)\" Holding out an outstretched open palm, \"We cannot Sspeak many words over this asss iss pinkskin custom. There iss Danger and the black sslime may yet chase uss but we will gain ground\" He looks to the ceiling with a furroed brow and then turns his neck to look back at the ooze that had moved closer before looking at their faces again." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra turns around to face the party, jogging backwards as she speaks. \" I vote for the meat torch, but if we have to we can drop Thokk's body. I can't carry him with his armor on, \" she says, \" But I might be able to carry Achkby or Lissa. \" She turns around again and resumes running, although she is clearly not going nearly as fast as she could." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Lissa's the slowest of us, \" calls Achkby ahead to Sheyra, nonetheless panting in between breaths.\n\n\" And Lissa, if you've got anything else you don't want to carry, I've got a spell that could do it. \"\n\n This is insane! \n\n\" Great idea, \" he comments to the druid, caught inbetween sobriety and sarcasm. And it is, but I've no idea how we'd do it! \" But how ? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa rolls her eyes, still running. \"Thanks for pointing that out, Achkby.\" Bad enough that I'm slowing everyone up, now he has to go and point it out! \n \"If you can figure out how to collapse the tunnel, druid, go for it! Me, I'm gonna keep running.\" She glances at Thokk's heavy, inert body. \"I know it's disrespectful to the dead, but these are desperate times. If you drop him, that thing just might stop long enough to eat, and if nothing else everyone will be able to move faster.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\n\"Disrespectful to the dead? No, this is the Underdark, better the dead members of the party are sacrificed than the entire party.\" Hajih shakes his head in disbelief." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe squat orc chugs onward determinedly, powered by pure spite from the looks of things. The scowl on his face is tired, drooping, and his grip on the net-shroud is beginning to lax. He shakes his head, \" It's settled then. We trade the dwarf fer a gnome, and mebbe we'll make up enough distance. I'm sure he'd rather it be him than one'a us, but if ya really object, ya can stay behind with him. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The crossbow bolts that Hajih throws down act as light amuse-bouches for the black pudding.\n\nLissa passes her haversack to Djital, who slings it onto his back easily. Linda, burdened with three full waterskins, passes one skin to Callos and another to Trinark. Darius passes his everburning torch to Sheyra who maintains the point position. Fizahn carries the other torch.\n\nWith sadness and regret, Lumpy and the others carrying Thokk are forced to leave his body behind. Several members of the party turn away, unwilling to watch as the ooze flows around and over Thokk's body. There is a faint hissing sound as the ooze's acids dissolve flesh, bone, and steel.\n\nSimultaneously, Elthan tosses down a handful of magic coins, filling the passage behind the party with a bugbear, a human fighter and 4 guards, a female bard, and an ettin.\n\nThe pudding continues to move down the hallway, not even pausing as it consumes Thokk, armor and all. Furthermore, the ooze ignores Elthan's illusions and, one by one, the images dissipate as the ooze dissolves the coins.\n\nAngry now, Elthan lights a bulls-eye lantern, then pours a flask of oil onto the ground. When the ooze reaches the oil slick, Elthan smashes the lantern on the ground, igniting a fiery blaze under and on top of the black pudding, filling the air with a noxious stench.\n\nUnbelievably, the ooze continues to creep along, snuffing out the flames, and forcing Elthan to jog back into the middle of the party, discouraged.\n\n\"If fire won't stop it, let's try ice!\" Linda moves to the rear and casts Snilloc's snowball swarm on the pudding. As the pudding is enveloped in snow, sleet, and ice, the leading edge of the ooze crystallizes into glittering obsidian shards. The ooze is halted in its tracks for a moment, but then the crystallized portion of the ooze cracks as the amorphous black pudding continues its relentless pursuit.\n\nThe party is running out of ideas and the passageway seems to extend forever ...\n\n\n\nOOC: The black pudding is 60 ft away ... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, Elf Rogue with very busy player \n\n[OOC: Sorry about the lack of posts, but I'm leaving for Florida in less than 2 weeks, so I need to get a lot of schoolwork done to make up for the week I'll be missing]\n\n\" Spells don't work, fire doesn't work. I say we just run as fast as our legs'll take us. There's no point fighting a loosing battle \"\n\nAeroz will take the 2nd last and waits for the other party members to start running. If they don't, he'll move closer to the middle of the group, his hand still on his blade." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"I'm going as fast as I can! That accursed spider poison is slowing me down!\" Lissa's voice is shrill with fear; she can see that the ooze is moving faster than she is, even after handing her gear to Djital. \"There's nothing in my pack that would help; no fire sources, and all my scrolls are divination or ability enhancers.\" A thought occurs to her, and she looks up. \"Hey, how high is that ceiling, anyone got an idea? Lumpy's still got Aeroz's levitation bracelet... think it would lift all of us?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy Tichkeck, a Very Tired Orc \n\n\" And then what? We float in the air until it stops working? It ain't exactly good fer a fast getaway. \" The dour orc shakes his head, throwing a wary glance back at the ooze, scowl sharpening up a bit.\n\n\" No, I got a better idea. yer having the most trouble keeping up, so we unfurly the net again, and ya get a free ride. And then since we're reaching the end'a our rope.. we throw everything we got in. All you wizards or whatever, throw everything ya got that might hurt or slow that damn thing down. 'Cause were gonna need a miracle otherwise. \"\n\nHe throws a glance at Achkby as an afterthought, \" If ya can't cast and keep up at the same time, ya can prolly hitch a ride.. I doubt even both'a ya are as heavy as the dwarf was. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, hitchhiker \n\nLissa doesn't need to be told twice. Once the net is unfurled, she leaps in. \"This'll be twice you people have saved my skin if we survive. Dunno what I can do to make it up to you, but I'll figure something out,\" the exhausted gnome pants. Clearly, running while poisoned has tired her out. Tired or not, though, Lissa begins loading her crossbow and wriggling around to face backwards. \"Not sure if this'll do any good, but it's a damn sight better than doing nothing.\" She aims and fires a shot into the oncoming ooze.\n\n\nOOC: DR, I'm afraid you'll have to roll this one, because I have no idea what the penalty for shooting while riding in a net is. On the other hand, that ooze is a mighty big target!" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Blasted ooze! We already feed you so just leave us alone! \"\n\nFrustration and a hint of fear where on his face as he watched the black death's progress and the progress of the shorter members of this adventuring group. Within moments he slows for only a second as he thought about something then grins like a little kid. His eyes darted around for a second or two then landed on Ackby. The mage sprinted forward until he was along side the halfling and wasted no time in picking the smaller humanoid up and slinging him over his shoulder. He made sure to keep the halfling's head facing the ooze as he called out the man.\n\n\" Don't freak out halfling! I'm just carrying you until we've escaped this thing then your walking again, but while your there feel free to unleash and magic you think might work! \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nSsathiya had not spoken since the decision to sacrifice Thokk's body had been made and they had watched the ooze move on unslowed.\nHis face was a mask of sorrow but he walked behind and didn't allowed the others to see.\n\nHe had inwardly cringed as the ooze had devoured Thokk's remains. The spectacle driving home the distance he was from his tribe and how alone he was from his kin.\n These pinkskins discard their dead like so much... waste... burning them and offering them as carrion...Feh..Is this what will become of me?..Lost to the people, my body and spirit never to rejoin and live through my people. How far home is...Sethra...Where are you hiding..foul abomination?...Semuanya take your spirit and hunt you in the eternal hunting grounds \n\nHis head down and lost in thought, the lizardman trudged on, his shoulders slumped from the weight on his heart." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius, Freaked Out Fighter \n \"Aah! It's gonna eat me!\" Darius yells, running as fast as he possibly can down the passage.\n\n((I started the boldness! Bwahaha!))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" FAH! Gwaah! Get away from me, you fool spider! \" shouts Achkby at Djital as the human tries to grab him. He kicks at the man and dances farther away.\n\n\" Idiot! \" he shouts, now rummaging through his scrolls as he runs, \" As long as we're moving those infernal gnomes along at a good enough pace, I'll have no trouble keeping up! \"\n\nHe pauses for a moment to read a few lines off of a scroll, and then he rushes back to the party at more than twice his normal speed.\n\n[OOC]Assuming both gnomes are moving faster then he, Achkby uses a scroll of Expeditious Retreat .[/OOC]\n\n\" Are we attacking? \" he asks of the party, now much calmer." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy isn't Edible. I swear. \n\nBetween gasps for breath, Lumpy grates out a few desperate sentences his tone too battered to convey his irritation. He'd probably do better just focusing on breathing, but he's just to ornary to keep quiet, \" Unless ya wanna just keep running until it gets bored, or we get too tired ta run no more. I'm already tired, and I have a hard time imagining it tires out real easy, so I'd make with the magicking " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan II\n-----------\n\nElthan appears more frustrated than you have ever seen him,the recent sacrafices by the group having been in vain. A small snake wraped around his arm appears to be hissing a lot as Daius runs screaming.\n\n\"Agreed, however, at least the rest of them appear to be sane.\"\nThe snake hisses a little more\n\"Hmm... Hey guys, its not going to get any farther behind us unless we get it to stop or go back for something. We could throw another torch behind it, if anyones willing to sarafice another. Mybye it will waste some time going back for it.\"\n\n\n(OOC: Ugh, this is the third time I've tried posting. Evertime teh new comic is being added, my browser goes wild and I can't post.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, riding shotgun \n\nLissa looks at the enormous, glistening black ooze, then at Elthan. \"I don't think even Lumpy could throw a torch all the way over that thing, Elthan. Haven't you got a spell or anything? You're a sorcerer! Oh, hey, that reminds me.\" She turns her head toward Djital, trying not to jar the net too much. \"There's a scroll in my pack that might help my crossbow do some more damage. Tell yourself you're looking for a scroll of magic weapon and open the pack; it should be right on top. There's three of those scrolls in there, if anyone else has a mundane bow or something and wants to play Shoot The Ooze. Speaking of magic weapons...\" The gnome turns to the shrieking Darius. \"Oy! Archer boy! Come on, man, we need your flaming arrows on this cursed ooze!\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan II\n------------\n\n\n\"Mybye we can get it behind our jelatinous opponent. If Darius will stay calm enough to launch one or two fire arrows, then we may just distract it long enough. The arrows he fires are enhanced magically, yes? If so, we'd have to light one on fire normally, else the magic will go out as soon as it hits the ground.\"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra yells back as she runs. \" The torch didn't work last time, so I don't see how it will be different no matter where we throw it! \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Levitation! The fellow with the flying bracelet could go back over it, carrying someone with him! Not that there's much good that would do.\" He maintains speed with the party, holding the Gnome's bedroll tightly under one arm, her pack looking incongrously small on his back. \"You just became a servant of a deity, ask them for a miracle? Divine fire, maybe? Cutting at it sure won't do any good and I don't have a bow, but if I could slow it down enough...\" His voice trails off into the patter of feet and panicked voices, knuckles white on the hilt of the short sword.\n\n \"Eh, the real problem is what happens when we get where we're goin', and it's still behind us. And, shortstack, I'm Djital, and I'm not touchin' you. Probably won't be doing much of that in the future, either.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I could have sworn that I looked diffrent then Djital halfing. Hmph fine. Last time I help halfings with stress issues. \" Callos falls back away from the halfling and next to Djital, keeping a careful eye on the ooze that followed them. He made sure to speed up a little more whenever it seemed like ooze was gaining on them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Cracks begin to appear in the corridor as you move as quickly as possible away from the black pudding. The signs of seismic instability increase the farther you run.\n\nUp ahead, Sheyra's torch illuminates a problem (or perhaps a solution). A geologic fault seems to have shifted, creating a chasm that cuts across the passageway. The far end of the passage is visible 10 feet away, with nothing but darkness in between.\n\nThere isn't much time to do anything by to try to jump ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Please make DC 10 jump checks. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n[OOC: This is kind of funny, considering I have +9 to jump, so the only way I can fail is to roll a one]\n\nAeroz takes a few steps back and leaps easily across the chasm He finds a nearby pillair and binds his rope to it, slinging the other end over the side.\n\n\" If you don't make the jump, try to grab the rope. We can't afford any more people killed. \"\n\n[OOC: Rolled a 12, so I made it with a 21. A little overkill]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe flat-foot half-orc groans, \" Jumping.. I HATE jumping. \" Regardless, he charges in desperation, throwing himself into a headlong leap, reminiscent of superman flying. Clearing the gap closely, he bounces in an unceremonious heap on the other side.\n\nQuickly hauling himself back up, he heads back to the chasm, \" Throw me the net and we'll make some kind'a bridge! \"\n\n((OOC:\nJump 18 - 4 = 14" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nSeeing the chasm ahead, Lissa tumbles out of the net, crossbow clutched against her chest. \"You wanted a miracle? I think we just got one!\" Provided, of course, everyone can make the jump... don't think about it, just do it. The gnome gets a running start up to the brink and leaps across, landing lightly on her feet.\n\n\nOOC: I am SO GLAD I took all those ranks in Jump now! Even with -3 Str, Lissa still has +4 to Jump. ::rolls:: Jump check: 22 Booyah! ;D\n\nEDIT: Oops, I thought he tied the rope to the near end. This is what happens when Phasm posts B.C. (Before Coffee). Fixed now!" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Er... I think Aeroz already took one end across and tied it on... the idea being that he'd leave the other end in case someone was falling, so they could try to grab it...?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Yeeeeagh! \" yells Achkby as he goes hurtling forward, and filings himself into the air.\n\n[OOC]I guess it's a good thing I cast [i]Expeditious Retreat. +9 to jump.\nDammit, I rolled a 20. That was a waste. Total of 29.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn rushes toward the chasm as fast as his tiny legs can take him. His eyes full of fear, he springs into the air. He can't help but to glance down as he hurtles into the pit. As he passes the climax and starts falling toward the other side, he shouts as it looks like he'll come up short. His foot barely lands on the edge and he stumbles a little as he regains his footing.\n\nOOC: 11-1=10" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\n[Edit to remove shield reference.]\n\nWith a good running start, he charges desperately toward the dark chasm.\n\n[OOC: Roll 14 - 6 (armor) = 7]\n\nWith a deafening crash, Trinark slams into the ledge on the opposite side. Clawing frantically, he tries to grab hold of something solid.\n\n[DR: What happens next?]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Leave me alone you stupid jelly! I'd eat you if I had any toast!\" Darius cries. As he spies the ledge his knees sink a little, he sprints foward towards the chasm. Pushing off of the rock with his left foot, he soars across the pit. Landing in a nimble roll he stands up and brushes himself off.\n\n If he goes after Trinark he grabs the drows hands, attempting to pull him up out of the darkness.\n\n((14+5=19))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I think it's a DC 15 Ref save to catch the lip...\n\n Achkby, Flying Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWith his new, increased speed, Achkby underestimates his jumping aptitude and flings himself quite a bit more vigorously horizontally than vertically.\nIn fact, he flings himself forward with such alacrity that he goes hurtling by those party members who came down just on the far side of the chasm (\" Waaaa! \"), and crashes to a sliding, skidding landing nearly twenty feet past them.\n\nPanicking as he sails into the duskiness further down the tunnel, he quickly hops to his feet and backpedals up the tunnel to the group.\n\" Wagh, \" he pants to the group over his shoulder. \" Did we lose it? \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Disarmed Ranger \n\nHajih jumps, scrambling in mid-air and lands on the far edge, almost tipping over but righting himself. He moves a short distance so to give others room to land\n\n\"Jump this you stupid scum, No offence meant Lumpy\"\n\n(Jump check: 10)" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Aeaaaaah!!!\" He runs as fast as he can for the last few steps before the edge and leaps out over the chasm, kicking off from the edge at the last moment. Pebbles of rock crumble under his feet and bounce down into the darkness as he lands and scrambles to safety. \"Where's the rope?\" He places both the pack and the bedroll on the ground far away from the edge, and looks around for either a length of rope or the net.\n\n\n[ooc: rolled an 11, my jump check seems to be +3]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan II\n------------\n\nElthan looks at the snake wrapped on his arm\n\"Sometimes I wish you where a toad.\"\n\nThe snake hisses back something that is seemingly as sarcastic.\n\"Hey, thats a low blow! Here goes everything..\"\n\nElthan jumps the chasm, almost lossing his footing on edge, but catching himself by pushing forward into a small run. He stops and turns around.\n\n\"I still think our idea would have worked....\"\n\n(OOC: Jump--&> 11 - 1 = 10\nAnd yah, Elthan doesn't know toads increase hp, not jump. But it make sence..)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nStanding at the back, he had been observing the ooze's progress as the others traversed the chasm. He looked expectantly to Sheyra and one of the driider-man who remained on this side. He makes a pushing motion with both his hands indicating that she should go.\n\nHe rests a hand on a wall, getting a 'feel' of the changed environment and turns back to watching the ooze." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAfter seeing the elf make it across the purple robed mage stepped back and rubbed his hands together for a moment. Then closing his eyes he took a running jump the moment his feet felt the edge of his side. It seemed like he hung in the air for a couple seconds before he opened his eyes just in time to land safely on the other side.\n\n\" Well...that wasn't so hard. \"\n\n((OOC: +1 on Reflex but rolled a 19))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra, Linda, and Elthan I have no trouble leaping across the chasm.\n\nThe lizardman checks the walls to see if he might be able to collapse the passageway, but finds them structurally intact.\n\nAs the black pudding closes on him like a pitch black tsunami, the lizardman turns tail and leaps across, joining his companions.\n\n[hr]\nTrinark, encumbered in Sedryn's plate armor, is the only member of the party who doesn't clear the gap. He scrabbles for some sort of handhold, but his gauntlets find no purchase, and he slips over the edge into the darkness.\n\nLike lightning, Darius reaches out with both hands, grabbing Trinark's wrists. The archer is almost dragged over with the drow, but other helping hands grab onto Darius stabilizing him. Trinark's fully armored weight almost pulls Darius' arms out of his sockets, but the archer holds on grimly.\n\nThe black pudding oozes to a halt on the other side of the gap, sending out probing pseudopods. Trinark is pulled to safety, and the party watches as the ooze waves its \"arms\" impotently from across the chasm.\n\n[hr]\n\nThe party catches its breath and marches on at a less pressured pace, eventually reaching a series of bends in the passageway. The walls are pierced with arrow slits, and it becomes clear that this area was used as a defensive position once long ago.\n\nAt the end of the passage is a barred, reinforced steel and stone doorway. After Fizahn checks it for traps, Lumpy lifts the bar and the door is opened.\n\nOn the other side is a non-descript cavern. The door has been cunningly worked so that once the door is closed, it is almost imperceptible from the other side.\n\nThe party leaves the drow passages behind and explores a series of natural caverns, which eventually lead to an cave opening that in turn leads to a ledge overlooking the Glimmersea.\n\nThe faint glow from the \"stars\" above illuminates a secluded cove a hundred feet down. The cove is simply a small semicircular pebbly beach enclosed by sheer stone cliffs. A crude dock is visible at the end of a long stone pier that extends away from the beach.\n\nCrude footholds have been carved into the stone cliff, leading downward to the pier ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Ha! I told all of you that Djital and I could find our way to the ferry if we had enough time to remember! \"\n\nCallos looks around at his captors proudly with a hand on his waist even as he turned to the Glimmersea with relief evident in his own eyes as he did." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n \"Darius, thank you. I guess I was more tired than I realized.\" \n\nTo everyone: \"Thanks for saving me...again.\" \n\n[After the group reaches the Glimmersea.]\n\n \"We should be very cautious. I don't expect it to be easy to secure passage across the Sea.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby approaches the ledge, looks down, and gulps. He retreats a few steps, and says weakly, \" Well, there are handholds down. But if we're going down... I think maybe we should bring out that bracelet. \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra sighs with relief upon seeing the dock. Finally, we can get out of this hole, she thinks as she walks down the steps." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"It was nothing Trinark.\" \n\nDarius lets out a sigh of relief as he sees the dock. \"Maybe they'll have some food, let's get down there.\" \n\nDarius looks around to see if there is a clear path or some sort of stairway leading down, if there is he will start to cautiously step down it." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" SKY!!! BEAUTIFUL SKY!!! \" Aeroz exclaims after spending gods know how long in the lightless underdark." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks at Aeroz with a single raised eyebrow \"That’s not the sky, just a rather distant ceiling to this cavern with glowing rocks, hence the name 'The Sea of Starry Night.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I am aware of that. I just really needed to get that out of my system before I make an ass of myself when we get to the dock. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The footholds carved into the rough stone cliff are servicable, but it will still be a challenging climb down a hundred feet to the beach.\n\n\nOOC: One last obstacle before reaching the beach and the dock. Anyone who chooses to climb down the rocks needs to make five DC 10 Climb checks successfully. If you fail one, I'll need to know which one it was, since that will determine how far you fall ... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih adjusts his hat then climbs down the cliff at an incredible rate.\n\n((Climb Checks: 19, 12, 27, 11, 26))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "The lizardkin waits for everyone to climb down before climbing down himself lastly. He suspiciously studies the jetty and surroundings for signs of and hostiles.\n\nOOC: If there is enough rope, I think the others should tie it around their waists and let me and the others on top belay them as they climb down so they don't fall. In any case since i'm the last, there's no rope for me and i failed my 3rd roll so I DO fall." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nGlancing around the surroundings briefly, the shirtless man carefully places the Gnome luggage on the ground. \"I think the safe bet for these is the guy who can fly.\" He nods to the party members remaining on the ledge, and if no one has any rope available, he weaves his sword into the belt of the pants, and starts to painstakingly make the descent. Talking in a falsely cheerful voice as his head dissapears below the level of the ledge, \"Hey Callos, about those useless spells you had available- feather fall didn't happen to be one of them, did it?\" \n\n[ooc: +2 added to rolls in advance. This looks interesting. :-X\n\nRoll 1: 20.\n Roll 2: 3. \nRoll 3: 13.\nRoll 4: 13.\nRoll 5: 19.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nOnce Djital sets down her luggage, Lissa immediately opens her pack and pulls out a coil of hemp rope and a gnome-sized climbing kit. \"I really think we should tie a rope to something up here first... I mean, I've been breaking, entering and exiting through top-floor windows for years. That cliff looks marginally climbable without one, but...\" She shrugs.\n\nCinching her harness tight, the gnome finds a secure-looking place to tie her rope, and discovers a problem. \"Dang, this'll barely reach halfway down. Anyone got another fifty feet or so of rope?\" \n\n\nOOC: Assuming somebody has another fifty feet of rope, I made a couple Use Rope checks: one to tie the two together securely, and one to fasten it onto a rock or something. Oddly enough, both came out as 22.\n\n Use Rope checks: 22, 22 \n\nEDIT: One of these days I really am going to learn to double-check previous posts before I post." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra digs through her pack. \" Ah, here we go, \" she says, pulling out 50 feet of silk rope. \" That should about do it. \" She hands the rope to Lissa." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Thanks, Sheyra! This should make the climb a lot safer for all of us.\" Her nimble fingers quickly tie the two ropes together securely, and the combined rope to a rock outcropping. \"Oh, whoever's going to use that levitating bracelet, would you untie the rope when you come down?\" Lissa picks up her pack and bedroll, stuffing the latter into the former and strapping the pack on her back. She checks her climbing harness one last time, then hooks it onto the rope and starts down.\n\n\nOOC: Climb checks: 22, 22, 12, 20, 12 \nAgain, very happy I took all those Climb ranks. If Achkby or Fizahn want to use the climbing kit, somebody can either fetch it up with mage hand or Lissa can tie it to the rope and somebody can pull it up. Climbing kits are sized, so I'm afraid only the small folks can use it." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shifts around uneasily as people begin to descend, and then finally asks Aeroz, \" Seriously, guys. How well does that bracelet work? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs,\" Well enough ta lift me and all the crap I was dragging around. It'd prolly hold three or four'a the skinnier folk. Ya can have it if ya like, I can climb fine. \"\n\nLumpy will give the bracelet to anyone who wants it (and a few people could probably use it at once if they hung on, it holds at least 300lbs). Afterwards, he takes a few minutes to strip off his armor and pack it away before he climbs, because he's too weak to make it wearing it.\n\n((Climb +8\n\n20\n28\n27\n16\n14\n))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\n((Climb +7\n\n5+7=12\n 1+7=8 \n14+7=21\n16+7=23\n17+7=24))\n\nDarius begins making steady progress down the slope, he starts to shake a little at the beginning and his velocity increases. With a sharp cry he slips and tumbles downwards.\n\nHe smacks against a ledge below with a sickening thud. As he begins to roll towards it's edge it seems that the end is near, but as he slips off he reaches out with his hand and grasps the edge. Holding on to practically nothing he hoists himself up painfully.\n\nDespite his aching back and bleeding palms he climbs\ndown the rest surprisingly well.\n\n((That's a nice little website Phasm, I think I'll use that from now on. [link]http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=310112[/link]))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAs Djital begins to clmb down, Callos snorted and shook his head.\n\" No one of my useless spells is not feather fall. We have to do this the hard way. \" And with that Callos went to the edge and fitted his hands into the hand holds. It took a supreme effort of will not to look down into the bottom of the cliff but the man moved resolutely down the cliff. He made sure to keep close by the rope incase his hands did slip and he was glad he did. Because near the bottom a hand hold he was holding crumbled and he crashed to the bottom of the cliff.\n\n((Results: 19, 19, 10, 9, 6)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz follows the rope lead down.\n\n[OOC: Climb checks in order with +2 from rope - 22, 14, 11, 7]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark will also remove his armor and use the rope to assist his climbing. Lesson learned last time... \n\nClimb checks: 13, 16, 19, 16, 9 (vs. DC 10)\n\n[Failed the last one. Damage?]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "Sheyra grabs the rope and starts climbing down.\n\n(10, 13, 16, 20, 18)\n\nShe makes it to the bottom without any problems." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan's snake crawls off his arm and makes his own way down with gracefull ease. Elthan looks down to see it curled up at he bottom.\n\nElthan takes the braclet from lumpy before he heads down.\n\n\"Fizahn, Achkby, would you two like a ride down? I think we're light enough to all go down with it.\"\n\n(OOC: saving the day, one pit-fall at a time. Seriously, if anyone failes more than one before, thiers not much chance of making it. Darn d4 hit-die..)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby gives Elthan a thin-lipped smile and nods quickly. \" Yes. That sounds like an excellent idea. But, ah... let's stay close to the rope and the wall just in case. \"\n\n Oh, Gods, here we go. Hlal grant me strength... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When tied together, Lissa's hemp rope and Sheyra's silk rope dangle almost to the beach, but the last 20 feet or so require the use of the handholds alone.\n\nDespite a few close calls, no one is badly injured. Only Djital totally loses his grip, falling just at the end of the climb. He is left temporarily winded but embarrassed more than injured.\n\nWhen the last few members of the party float down, bringing the rope down with them, everyone takes a moment to repack their belongings and don any armor that had been removed.\n\nThe party crouches behind some large rocks at the base of the cliff, peering into the gloom. Despite the relative \"brightness\" of the \"outdoors\", it is still the Underdark after all. The everburning torches are stowed for the moment, so as not to attract any unwanted attention.\n\nThe semicircular cove is much larger at ground level than it had appeared from 100 feet above. There is at least 200 feet of open ground to cover before reaching the pier. Visible as a dark linear shadow against the glittering Sea of Starry Night, the pier appears to extend roughly a hundred feet into the water before ending in a simple dock - essentially a number of enormous boulders shaped and fitted so as to create an open 40 x 40 ft landing.\n\n\n[hr]\nThere are no lights or sounds that would suggest that a boat is moored at the dock. Rather than waiting out in the open, the party decides to stay hidden for the moment.\n\nHours pass and stomachs grumble. There is little to do but sit and wait and listen to the lapping waves of the Glimmersea. Eventually some of you doze off, while others keep watch for any sign of the ferry ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, now featured as avatar! \n\nOnce the party is (more or less) safely down and gathered at the end of the dock, Lissa conjures her quartet of dancing lights to better see any approaching vessels. As the group settles down to wait, the gnome sighs and fingers her new holy symbol. I can't put this off any more. If I do, there's a good chance I'll end up like Sedryn. She moves to a position where she can see everyone at once.\n\n \"All right, people. I've got a spell to cast... and hopefully it'll shed some light on certain events.\" Lissa's expression turns hard. \"I'm finishing what Sedryn started.\" With that, she touches the medallion with one hand and begins chanting in Celestial. \"Baravar, reveal any evil within my sight!\" \n\n\nOOC: Casting detect evil! Oh yeah, and she used her dancing lights racial ability before that." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy sets up his own little spot to camp in, laying out his bedroll and setting down his pack. He leaves his armor off, wearing only his simply woven pants, belted by a short length of rope. The orc's thick form shows signs of building malnourishment ribs standing out more strongly, even beneath layers of muscle and scar. His face is tired and drawn, and despite the determined glint still hiding in his eye, there's little dispute he's growing tired of starving in the underdark.\n\nFor while he takes up Darius's sword, pacing out practice routines with the relatviely unfamiliar weapon, keeping silent but for the occasional grunt and the heavy smack of his bare feet against rocks. But spirit willing or not, he eventually lays the weapon down, saving what little strength he still has left." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn stalks around the camp. He continually mutters to himself about the lack of food and loot lost because of the ooze. When he finds out that there isn't a ferry at the dock, he gets even angrier. He goes to the dock every hour to check for it. As Lissa announces that she's going to continue what Sedryn started, Fizahn morbidly mutters, \"Hope it turns out better for you than it did for him...\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I'd be careful with those lights, Lissa, \" Achkby says slowly. \" We might want to keep a low profile. No knowing what else might be around here. \"\n\nHe slinks wearily away from most of the party, and has a brief conversation with Elthan I. Then he closes his eyes, and eventually drifts off to sleep.\n\n He floats up, above the rocks, and spreads his arms. He waves them once, and with a woosh climbs upward. And then it is not his arms that he flaps, but scaly black wings. He pumps them harder, and sails out above the Sea, twisting in circles to gain height. He cranes his neck back to see the little figures that are his friends huddled on the shore. He pauses for a moment, suspended in the air, and surveys the mighty cavern. The sky still stretches away above him, and he sees a little boat moving slowly on the far side of the sea.\nHe dives down towards the water, skimming just above it, and there are many strange creatures lurking under its smooth surface. A black, reptilian reflection races along behind him in the water, until he reaches down with his fingers and sends sheets of water splashing off to the side as he drags them across the amorphous mirror beneath him.\nThen he twists away, up, and circles for height, making wide, sweeping arcs to climb towards the stars. He reaches the craggy rock of the ceiling, dotted with the occasional star, and pauses once again. The he dips a bit, and glides back up, strafing along just below the ceiling as fast as he can. His keen eyes pick out a fissure ahead, and he swoops up into it. The climb is hard, but there is a glow at the top that he can just barely make out.\nIt gets brighter and brighter and brighter the higher he goes, and eventually he shoots up through the whole into the real world. And there is light. \n\nAchkby smiles." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "To be continued in The Sea of Starry Night II ..." } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Phasm \n Lissa \n\nAs the group settles down to wait, the gnome sighs and fingers her new holy symbol. I can't put this off any more. If I do, there's a good chance I'll end up like Sedryn. She moves to a position where she can see everyone at once.\n\n \"All right, people. I've got a spell to cast... and hopefully it'll shed some light on certain events.\" Lissa's expression turns hard. \"I'm finishing what Sedryn started.\" With that, she touches the medallion with one hand and begins chanting in Celestial. \"Baravar, reveal any evil within my sight!\" \n \n\nLissa's eyes shine with determination as she casts her spell.\n\nHer medallion glows faintly as her heart begins to fill with dread. There is evil, and it is nearby, very close.\n\nAs Lissa concentrates, she realizes that something is wrong. The images of her companions before her begin to blur and fade. At first, she thinks that her dancing lights are fading, but soon she realizes that it is her sight, not the illumination, that is failing.\n\nBefore she can get a fix on the evil aura, Lissa is blind . Her eyes stare sightlessly as she cries out in distress ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Previously The Sea of Starry Night . The OOC thread is here . " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nA cry shatters Achkby's comatose euphoria. A cry from a voice he knows well. Lissa \n\n\" Wha?! Wha? Lissa? \"\nHe flounders into wakefullness, slow to come down from his otherworldly high into the nightmarish reality that has trapped him for so long.\n\n What's happening? Where is she? " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"AAAAAAAUGH!\" Lissa's head whips about from side to side, eyes staring off into space. \"I can't see! There's evil, close by, but I can't see it! I can't see anything!\" Her voice goes higher and higher with panic as she talks. \"If some son of a fiend cast a blindness spell on me, so help me Baravar, that spellcaster will regret it once I can see again!\" Lissa's hand is clenched tightly around the hilt of her rapier; her expression is a mixture of panic and anger.\n\n I'm blind! How can I shoot if I'm blind? I can't even see to stab an enemy's weak spot! How am I supposed to pull my weight here if I CAN'T SEE?! Oh, Baravar, please let this wear off soon, or let one of the other casters be able to cure it! " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAs he slide down to a stop at the bottom of the cliff he grinned and brushed the dirt off of his long purple shirt. A little rough but non too dangerous. When he heard the gnome's plan about detecting evil a relieved smile came to his face. Finally! Djital and I will be cleared off all charges and we can move on with this insane journey! A lopsided smile came to his face then as she began to cast but when she cried out he looked startled.\n\n\" Whats wrong gnome? \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPutting his hands out, Hajih approaches Lissa slowly \"Lissa, its okay, I'm coming over, just sit down and it'll wear off eventually.\" Hajih starts to look very worried \"I mean, it did with Sedryn...gods rest his soul.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, who until then had been sleeping up agaisnt a rock, shakes his head awake at Lissa screams.\n\n\"Ughh, uh.. What in hells name is the screaming about, huh? I was having a most curious experiance when some squell ran through me.\"\n\nElthans snake takes its usuall place upon his right arm, slinking up and back to sleep after the shattering vibration." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy glances up from where he's slumped on his bedroll, propped up against his back and armor. He wasn't really sleeping anymore.. just trying not to move too much, sort of like a basking lizard (though the lizardman could probably do a better job of it).\n\nWith a growled sigh, the stout orc pushes himself up, loosely snagging the archer's sword as he comes to his feet. This he rests flat against his bared shoulder delicately, shuffling towards the commotion. He gives the scene a good looking over, glancing around for a threat. Finding nothing, and apparently not having bothered to listen very well, he growls irritably, \" The Hell's all this yapping about? Some of us like ta rest in quiet, ya know. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman sits up with a start. Partly because of a shriek from Lissa, partly because Lumpy had stepped on the end of his tail when he grabbed his sword and moved. Dreams of summer were as distant as the sunlight was now.The throbbing in his tail fully bringing him back to the present. Rubbing a sore tail, Ssathiya blinks the sleep out of his eyes and stumbles towards Lissa with a glance to Sheyra. Contemplating kicking the orckin, Ssathiya instead promises himself to vent his wrath on whatever Balance-forsaken aberration disturbed his sleep. His stomach agrees with a few growls of its on.\n\nOOC: Hungry Lizardfolk ARE difficult to reason with ;D" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Soon every member of the party is awakened. They gather about the distressed gnome, concerned.\n\nUnlike Sedryn's collapse at the darkstone altar, Lissa's affliction does not appear to be temporary. She remains completely blind, and the blindness shows no signs of wearing off, even after several minutes." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nAfter recieving a short explination during the minutes of wait, Elthan introduces his thoughts to the group.\n\"This is not good. At most, if an aura is too powerfull for the caster, it would stun them for a few seconds and then thier back to normal, like Sedyn. Blindness is not a usuall symptom for this spell. Something else is the cause of this, but what?\"\n\n The only spells I know of only temporarily blind. This development is very disturbing... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa is now looking more scared than angry, although she's still got her hand on her rapier. \"You mean I could stay this way?! No, there has to be something we can do! Can't somebody dispel magic or something?\" She shivers, drawing her cloak closer around her. \"And, um, while this lasts... if anyone's going to come up next to me, for the love of the gods please say something! After what happened to Sedryn, and now this, I think it's safe to say that somebody has it in for clerics. And I'm vulnerable. So if I hear anyone near me who doesn't announce themselves, I'm going to assume I'm being attacked and react accordingly.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Well, the key-word here is may , depending on either mundane or magical means where used to blind you. If magical, it won't be too hard to find a dispel magic somewhere, but if it was some alchemical substance, I won't expect there to be much hope, but knowing Sethra, its probally magical means which caused this.\nTell me, while you where casting did you hear or see anything strange from anyone or anywhere? Did anyone else?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn is obviously concerned about Lissa's blindness. He warily eyes each of the group. Who could produce such an evil aura. I have to find out! Once I have an idea, I'll act upon it, and once I have proof, he'll be dead. Wait... When Achkby was casting detect magic on all of us, no one checked him... I wonder... Fizahn sidles over to Achkby as everyone confers with Lissa. He quickly slips his hand into any pocket Achkby has, looking for a gem or such.\n\nOOC: Sleight of Hand 21(13+8)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Calllos \n\n\" If this blindness is magical then...we have a problem. I know of a spell that blinds and it does it permenatly. I'm sorry gnome. Unless we can pay for someone to break this enchantment then I'm afraid this is permenat. \"\n\nThere was a look of sympathy on Callos's face as he told the gnome this. Being in the Underdark where one couldn't see in the darkness was bad enough. Knowing you couldn't see at all had to be worse.\n\n\" If..if you need help getting around or anything. I would be glad to help you. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Idiot! Dammit, why did he have to mention that?! \n\nAchkby lashes out and kicks Callos in the leg. He makes a sharp gesture of opening his palms upwards, plainly asking 'why did you have to go and do that?'\n\n\" I've heard of recovery, Lissa. I'm sure we'll find some way to fix this once we're out of here. \"\n Wait... that could be a while from now. \n\" Or maybe even sooner. \"\n\nHe starts to approach her, but eyes her rapier warily.\n\" It's me... \" he says, placing a hand on her shoulder.\n\n Poor girl. The intermittent darkness has been bad enough. I have no idea what caused it... " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n It's just one thing after another, isn't it... Sheyra thinks, looking rather upset by this recent development. \" Just so you know, Lissa, \" the young monk begins, \" The offer to carry you still stands. If it's not too insulting or anything. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nBacking up from the rest of the group.\n\n\"Honestly, do you have to worry her to death like that? Magic is as permanent as a stain. It's there until you can wash it out. With this most recent turn of events, I want to do another detection search. We've had the addition of a few more members and I think it would be best to check them out as well.\"\n\n(OOC: Will ask everyone to line up, and then cast Detect Magic )" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nEven the dour orc's expression conveys sympathy for the poor blinded gnome; he'd learned to appreciate the predicament since coming down here, magical darkness being the first time his exceptional vision had ever failed him. Lumpy holds his tongue otherwise, accentuating his silence by thunking the flat of the sword against his shoulder absently. This was all beyond his ken anyway, magic and priests, and all the cloak and dagger stuff. Sure, he was smart enough to understand the general concepts, but he held no illusion about his ability to come up with a solution before someone more specialized would.\n\nHe shrugs at Elthan's instructions, \" Do what ya gotta, if ya think ya'll find something. \"\n\n Lousy Underdark.. There's always something going wrong.. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I wasn't trying to worry her, I merely spoke the truth. Also..after the elf is done I think I have my own way of searching out what happened. When the elf is finished I'll do my own search. That is if Djital will keep an eye out for me while I do. \"\n\nStill the mage did as one of the twins asked and got in line next to the half-orc. Blinking a little he turned to look at Lumpy and he blinked.\n\n\"Er...Hi there.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius has been sitting silent throughtout the exchange, he gets up to be searched. \"Damn... whenever we get close to our goal something bad always seems to happen.\" \n\n((Sorry I haven't been posting frequently, I bought World of Warcraft on Friday, it's kind of addicting.))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWith a cold glare at everyone he's suspicious of, the lizardman shuffles into line. Even after assimilating all the facts, he could not understand what was going on. He merely knew that shamans who tried to look at the nature of things end up hurt. Trusting the witch to explain more , he stands beside her and engages her in low conversation. Linda in her kind manner explains slowly to the lizardman about good and evil and what was going on." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa bites her lip as she hears that the blindness could be permanent. Now she's definitely looking scared. She lets out a shuddering sigh and leans her head on Achkby's shoulder. \"Well... we can't see too well in the Underdark anyway, right? And we're going to Telflamm; that's a fairly big city from what I hear. There has to be someone there who can take this spell off. I've got some magic items I could sell or maybe trade to pay for it.\" Lissa turns toward Sheyra's voice, evidently able to get an approximate location by sound. Her brown eyes are staring somewhere off to Sheyra's left, though. \"Thanks for the offer, Sheyra. If we get into another situation like with the ooze, I'll take you up on it, but for now I'd kind of prefer to keep my feet on the ground.\" And not be any more of a burden than I already am. \n\nOnce Elthan announces that he's going to detect magic, Lissa lets Achkby guide her to a place in line. She feels around her belt for her pouch, then digs around inside until she comes up with something small and hard. Displaying the object to the group, she asks, \"Is this a small green gem? I think so, but it's kind of hard to tell by touch. I managed to pick it up from the stuff around that undead thing's throne while we were running. I've been meaning to ask someone whether or not this thing is magical anyway.\" Lissa thinks for a moment. \"As for what I have that I know is magical... um, there's my handy haversack, my cloak, several scrolls inside the haversack, and I think that's it. Unless Thokk's brooch is magic.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" You would think being the son of a mage, I would be packing a little more magic heat, but all I have is a few potions, thokk's sword, Sedryn's holy symbol and mace, and I beleive Lumpy needs to give my bracelet back... \" Aeroz comments as the spell scans him.\n\n\" Don't worry Lissa. Remember when I got turned to stone? We got that fixed didn't we? And then there was this other time I was polymorphed into a...bad memories deserve to stay buried... \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih turns to Trinark \"Drow, you can fix poison. What about blindness? either mundane or magical.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy half-turns to Callos, looking up (for the short orc does in fact have to tilt his head back) to make eye contact with him. His jaw gapes a bit, baring his fangs with a throaty growl, \" Don't push yer luck. \"\n\nFor a moment, he looks like he's thinking of something more to add, but his attention is diverted by Aeroz's comment, \" I ain't even got it anymore, someone else used it on the cliff. Far as I know, I ain't got a damned bit'a magic on me. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda moves closer (in a non-threatening way) to Lissa to offer her sympathies. \"You are always welcome to lean on my arm or staff until you get your sight back,\" she whispers gently.\n\n[hr]\nThe two Elthans stand facing the party, their arms crossed suspiciously. The rest of the party members stand shoulder to shoulder, meekly allowing themselves to be scanned for magic items.\n\nAeroz is carrying a variety of potions and Thokk's magical sword. Sheyra has a few potions and a magic ring. Achkby's wand, potions, and scrolls are magic of course. Lissa's bag is magical, as is the brooch she took from Thokk. Her green gem appears to be valuable, but non-magical.\n\nLumpy is surprised to find out that he is radiating magic, then he remembers Thokk's amulet around his neck, which radiates faint transmutation magic. Darius' bow is magical of course, and he carries a magic potion. Linda's ring and Trinark's newly found sword are magical.\n\nFizahn's cloak is magical, but there is an unexplained faint aura of conjuration emanating from his closed hand.\n\nOnly the lizardman, Hajih, Callos, and Djital are completely free of magical auras." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"You know I didn't... listen, I meant useless against the ooze. There's no such thing as a useless spell.\" \n\nHe sheepishly avoids looking at the cliff face and the rope, and rubs absentmindedly at his black eye as the Elthans scan for magical auras. He is noticeably silent and withdrawn after Lissa goes blind, lost in his own thoughts. When he finally speaks, it is markedly different from the verbose style he adopted when arguing for his life and escaping his bonds.\n\n \"I've only done a sea journey twice in my life. First time out, the ship scraped a reef and filled with water. Five of us were in the dinghy I got into, and one drank seawater and went mad. He tried to overturn the boat, and we killed him.\n\nBecause of that we had just enough water to make land.\n\nYou've got a madman in your boat.\" \n\nHe clears his throat.\n\n \"Worse, actually.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I think, to be thorough, I ought to scan you two again, as well, \" Achkby says to the twins. \" Don't take it personally, but from one arcanist to two others, I think it needs to be done. \"\n\n[OOC]With their permission, I will use Detect Magic on them. If they refuse, I open the floor for debate ;)[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Well Lissa, I'm sorry to say, but that gem is not magical. It's just an ordinary valuable ornate gem.\"\n\n\"As for being searched myself I have no objection, but I would like to know what object it is that is in Fizahns hand.\"\n\n He didn't have anything like that last time. Where did he get it, but much more what is it? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Elthans submit to Achkby's scan with a shrug. They have multiple protective items but nothing suspicious. The Elthan clone is carrying the coins of illusion, the bracelet of levitation, and his head is orbited by an ioun stone - otherwise, the two Elthans have identical dress and gear.\n\n[hr]\nFizahn has no choice but to open his hand. A plain silver ring lies in his palm." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce the two Elthan's had completed their search Callos took a step back and to the right so that Djital was mostly in front of him. Trying to stand in a position so that he could see all of them at once he said softly.\n\n\" I would greatly appriceate it if all of you could remain where you are standing and not to resist this spell. \"\n\nAt that the brown haired mage began to cast under his breath, hand motions subtle and discreet before his eyes took on a silverish tone.\n\n((DR, going to cast detect thoughts then start readin' minds. Don't mean to make life harder for you DR))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: I would like each player to secretly contact me by PM indicating whether your character chooses to open their mind to Callos' probe or whether they choose to keep their thoughts to themselves. If you choose to resist, please make a Will save and let me know the result secretly .\n\nDid I mention that the decision and roll should be secret ? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhen Fizahn, open his hand, Achkby's shoots to his pocket.\n\" Hey! \" he exclaims in surprise. \" That's the ring I grabbed when we were running from the spiders! \"\n\nHe pauses a moment, glaring at the gnome.\n Did he really steal it from me? \n\n\" How did you get that? \" he asks coldly. \" Last I remember, it was safe in my pocket. \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, disco-style meatshield \n\nHe nods back to Callos, drawing his short sword and looking toward the rest of the party with a raised eyebrow.\n\n \"Do not approach my friend unless you want me to think you are what harmed the gnome.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Don't even start on them. They have no right to come in here and just... just, try to 'expose' whoever's been killing us when they themselves were out for our blood just a little while ago. Sounding like they're so concerned for Lissa because she's blind... they abducted her from us themselves!\n\nCalm down, now. Leave it for someone else. Finish this first. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa shrugs at Elthan's verdict, tucking the gem into her haversack. \"Well, if it's valuable, then I can use it in Telflamm to help pay for a mage to unblind me.\" \n\nShe turns her head in the direction of Djital's voice; as with Sheyra, she's close but a bit off. Her expression is a bit annoyed. \"I've got a name, human. I'm not even making you tall-folk remember the whole thing; just Lissa. It's not that hard.\" She leans back a bit against Achkby. \"Is this okay, Achkby? It's a bit cold in here...\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz cooly places his hand on the hilt of his rapier. He keeps an eye on Callos and Djital\n\" Buddy, you're not one to be probing us with spells. I really don't care if either of you were driders, when you did what you did but as far as I'm concerned, the both of you are both suspects as well. It may be the same thing that killed Sedryn, it may not, but I think that if you are gonna go casting divination or scrying or whatever kinds of spells, you should be scanned with the exact same thing. \"\n\nAeroz begins to slide the dagger from his cuff into his hand, making sure no one knows.\n\n[OOC: Sleight of Hand result 20 (9+skill bonus (11))]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"You know, he's got a point there.\" Darius says as he looses him bow from his back with a sneer.\n\n Hahahaha! Ahaha! Heh... hehe... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Hmph. I'll be more then happy too...if someone else can cast that spell. Can any of you? \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nAn \"I can't believe this is happening\" look crosses his face, as he strokes the tip of his beard. He looks back and forth between Aeroz and Darius, shaking his head.\n\n \"Easy, men. The last thing we need to be doing is preparing to fight each other. This is out\" - he punctuates his words with a small twist of the sword - \"to protect Callos from retaliation. The.. Lissa was blinded, and I am sure that whatever did that will be just as fast to attack him. If any of you can divine the contents of my mind, I invite it freely.\" \n\nHe smiles, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of acceptance. \"If you have nothing to hide, why object? Something, or someone who has infiltrated your group would certainly not allow their mind to be looked in on, to the point of killing to prevent it. They would probably object, or ready their weapons.. just like two people in front of me. \" \n\nAfter delivering that barb, his tone softens.\n\n \"Personally, I doubt that you two are behind anything. If Lissa can sense whether the evil is close or far, we could take a walk down the shore, then come back. Then we can approach this from more even ground.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos can only scan about half of the party at a time. Djital keeps the others at bay while the necromancer concentrates on his detect thoughts spell.\n\nAeroz, Darius, Trinark, Lumpy, and the lizardman frown as they close their minds to Callos' mental probing. Callos tests their psyches for weaknesses, but finds no means of entry. Hajih and Lissa, on the other hand, raise no defenses, and their surface thoughts flood into Callos' consciousness ...\n\n I don't like this, some one's out there.\nNo … some one's with us and that some one happens to be completely evil.\nWhy are they toying with us?\nAnd most of all, what happened to Hero? \n Hmm, I wonder if you can feel it when somebody's detecting your thoughts? I hate being a burden ... bad enough everyone had to come rescue me, and I don't care what they say, it was my fault Thokk died. But now I can't even pull my own weight! Oh, I hope this gets lifted soon ... mmm, Achkby's warm. Maybe not too soon. Men can't resist a damsel in distress ... \n\n[hr]\nWhile waiting to be scanned, Fizahn shrugs and hands Achkby the silver ring. \"You ought to be more careful with your stuff.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby take sthe ring, and with another cold look, stows it in a deeper pocket.\n\nThen he turns to face the two new humans.\n\" 'Ey. I'll agree with them. You two, albeit in a different 'form,' made more advances against Lissa than the rest of us put together. In fact, we made none. Now, you may be quite reformed, but the possibility remains that you're not. Then, besides that, I don't see how we can trust the verdict of two newcomers, anyway. Regardless of whether you gain any real knowledge, you could easily pinpoint any one of us as the 'culprit.' Perhaps to pass the blame from you, or perhaps for some other reason -- I certainly don't pretend to understand your motives. But if you do, I don't see how you can prove it. But I will not physically try to restrain you, because regardless of what you say afterwards, I put my trust in my friends to take my word over yours. \"\nHe is breathing hard, but makes no motion to stop the man from casting his spell.\n\n They won't find anything. And they'd better not pretend they did. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, Frustrated Mind Prober \n\nAs he tested the mental fortress's of Aeroz, Darius, Lumpy, and the lizard man a vein bulged out on Callos's forehead as he tried to pierce into and seek out a culprit. After being repulsed he turned his spell towards Hajih and Lissa, barely even hearing what was going on around him. A relieved smile came to his face when he entered freely and he did his best to make his probe unrobustive. After hearing them though the human could only begin to chuckle weakly. Opening his eyes he blinked and shook his head.\n\n\" Well so far its a complete waste. I could only establish two people as \"not it\" from what I've already heard. That leaves three people left. The halfing who is determined to prove that I'm evil, Ackby is it? The other gnome. I don't know your name yet. The two elves still need checked and so does the two taller women. And Djital. Sorry friend but its only fair that I scan you too. I remember that you didn't have any magical abilities before we were changed but...the brooch changed many things. I need to make sure. \"\n\nClosing his eyes he turned towards the last three and began to concentrate on his spell once more though now other thoughts, his own, began to flit about in his head.\n\n((OCC: Going to begin concentrating on the last 6. If I missed someone I'm sorry.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos severs his mental link with Lissa when her thoughts about Achkby begin turning a bit more carnal. Shuddering a bit, he turns his attention to the remaining members of the party. Elthan and Linda are inscrutable, but Fizahn leaves his mind open and Callos manages to force his way into Achkby's and Elthan's minds despite their attempts to resist him ...\n\n Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! It's not like I had any proof that Achkby was the one who murdered that priest. What did I think I was going to find in his pocket, Sethra's fire opal? I wonder what that ring does anyway? Lissa sure seems to have taken a liking to him. Good thing I'm not the jealous type. Heh heh. At least I don't think I'm jealous. I mean, I'm definitely not jealous. I mean she's cute and all, but ... well, and anyway, she's waaay too old for him ...\n\nThey won't find anything. And they'd better not pretend they did. The nerve of them! Trying to work with us after trying to kill us, saying they were 'transformed!' Hmph. They may well have been. But until they can prove themselves, I don't trust them.\n\nAnd now they're getting all pretentious about how they're gonna expose the one of us who's committing all of these crimes. I think it ten thousand times more likely they blinded Lissa than any of us did! And even if they do find out ... what good will it do them? They can't prove what they hear. And I, for one, am not going to listen to a smidgen of their 'verdict,' once they're done.\n\nWhy in the nine hells do they think they have any authority? Umm. There are only nine hells, right? One, two, three, four ... right, nine.\n\nWell, obviously someone cast a blindness spell on that poor gnome, but who? I didn't hear anything when she went blind, so the spell must have been silenced or produced from some sort of magic item. I suppose that it could have been this Callos person (I hope he isn't reading these thoughts right now), but there's no chance that Sethra possessed him, is there? He wasn't with us when that cleric died, at least not in human form ... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan II looks quite worried. His eyes are closed and his hand is on his head.\n Detection of magic and moral is one thing, but detection of ones thoughts is an invasion of privacy I cannot abide by. Our thoughts, our personal individualities, do these mean nothing?\nIf I speak up agianst it, I would be announced as the cause of these troubles and I lose the group. If I stay silent, I forever fear the invasion of my mind and lose myself.\nWhoever invented this spell did not think much on its ramifications, did he? \n\"Sigh\"\nElthan now forces himself to become calmer, trying to distract his mind.\n One, ten, eleven, one-hundred, hundred one, hundred ten... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin had not understood what the new human mage meant to do but immediately recognised the mental probing fro what it was. Determined to not let his mind be touched by something alien, he concentrates and closes it. To his own surprse he did not grow angry at the attempt, the possibility of flushing Sethra out was probably important enough to allow the pinkskin his temerity\n\nHe studied the others, looking for signs of discomfort. Was it Sethra or was it something else? Fond as he had grown of the others, if there was a chance to kill Sethra here, in the middle of nowhere, sacrificing all for the sake of the tribe, should he not take it?\n\nThe lizardman frowned at the disturbing probability and stares at the dark waters n the shoreline deep in thought." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce the thoughts from Lissa's mind turned carnal he severed the link as fast as he could and turned to remaining people. When two more people once again turned out to be strong enough to resist him he sighed in a half-hearted way before turning to Ackby, Fizahn, and the Elthans. Surprised at the magnitude of thoughts there he took a long moment or two shifting through them for any hints, once more trying to make the probe unrobustive. Well there were the accusations he knew would be there...questions if they thought he did it...and then the thoughts of the other gnome who he had no name to yet.\n\n\" I feel like I'm in a play in Waterdeep. Figured that spell might have a chance of gleaning out who blinded Lissa but I got nothing! But I've got a good question...whos Hero and Sethra? \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra slumps down against a rock, making no attempt to resist the mental probing. She glares at Callos anyway, not liking that he's doing this but not seeing any better way.\n\n Gods, we've all turned against each other, she thinks, Not that that's anything new. I really hope we get out of here soon, before anyone else dies. Heh, that was really pessimistic. Not like me at all. Wow, I am really bored. Not that I'd rather be attacked again. I just wish the damned ferry would show up already. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy growls softly as Callos attempts to probe his mind, brow furrowing as he tries to beat off the magic. Though he is honestly unsure of his success or failure, he offers the mage a confident sneer, one lip curling up to reveal yellowed fangs.\n\n\" Ya didn't honestly expect that ta work, did ya? Someone's thoughts are their own, and no one wants someone else mucking around in them. \"\n\nThe surly orc shrugs, \" We just do it like we did before. Split up inta big shifts when we sleep, so no one gets an easy shot, mebbe three people per shift. That would'a worked just fine.. \" He glares at Callos and Djital, \" if it weren't fer ya and yer spider buddies. \"\n\nLumpy's little tirade draws to an anticlimactic end as his stomach begins to growl audibly. He glances down, grumbling, turning to shuffle back towards his pack and other things." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "More hours pass in darkness (as light would only attract unwanted attention) as the party hides behind the rocks. The atmosphere is tense and no one is in a good mood after being probed and scanned by the Elthans and Callos. Each party member eyes the others suspiciously. Is he the one? Is she the one? ... Am I the one? No one can be sure.\n\nFew of you are willing to close your eyes even for a moment, knowing that evil may be lurking nearby, perhaps only feet away. Lissa remains blind. Every minute that passes diminishes her small hope that the blindness might wear off on its own.\n\n[hr]\nAfter what seems like an eternity, Lumpy hisses and points out a distant light source. A boat is moving toward the shore from across the Glimmersea. It will probably arrive within a half hour ..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n\"Hero...wow, you really can read my thoughts! Hero is my hawk.\" \nHajih sits down cross-legged with his eyes closed and waits for the ferry." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Splendid! Let's head down and wait by the dock, we don't want them to pass us by!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby stands and peers around their rock. \" Er... maybe we should wait and see if someone gets off first. Wouldn't want to rush out onto the jetty and find a host of Drow, now, would we? Maybe just one person should go hold the boat... \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well that's why we should all go down there. Whatever is sailing a boat through the Underdark is probably not good at all, but together we can take out a score or so of Drow!\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian scratches the sand with his tail as his face takes on an expression of marked annoyance. Faced with a situation, the pinkskins again resorted to their usual arguing instead of decisive action. Normally, he'd have been used to their bickering, on occasion even impressed with some of the things they had come up with but the hunger in his belly was dimming his usual patience.\nHis on instincts told him to stay hidden and watch the boat further.\n\nHe glanced lazily at Sheyra who was awake and listening to the discussion and again peered warily at the others for any signs of hostility. Linda was leaning on the same rock beside him and was dozing fitfully. She had been waking and dozing off, the fatigue and lack of rest of the last few hours wearing her down." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark finally breaks his silence and whispers from the darkness, \"At least one of us should investigate the ferry. I think it should be whomever can move the most quietly. For all of us to approach at once would be foolish, there are may things in the Underdark that could be provoked by the approach of a group this size.\" \n\nHe then moves over to examine Lissa, whispering her name as he approaches so as not to alarm her." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" In that case, I nominate Fizahn. He's good at that sort of thing, and he can see better than I can down here, \" Sheyra says, playing with a rock she found by her foot." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa has been dozing lightly, curled up with her back against one of the rocks of the quay. At Trinark's approach, her blind eyes open and her head comes up. She tenses for a moment, then relaxes a bit as the drow identifies himself. \"Oh, hi Trinark.\" The gnome yawns, covering her mouth with a hand. \"What is it? Is the boat here yet?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Sure, the short person is ALWAYS sneaky and has PERFECT eyesight, stupid stereotyping humans. Anyway, I hope you know that I can't actually see in the dark. That's Lumpy's job. I'm sure he could get a good look at whoever's on that boat if he would just take off his armor. Stupid stereotypical half-orcs. However, I will go and check if I can see anything.\" Fizahn takes off towards the docks moving slowly and treading so lightly that he is barely audible.\n\nOOC: Move silently 25 (15+10) Make any other rolls you need to DR. Move silently +10 Spot -1 Listen +1 Hide +13" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'm watching your back, holler if you need any help.\" Darius says. He will grab an everburning torch and follow Fizahn, staying about 65 feet away. When Fizahn reaches the dock he will wait about 65 feet away, ready to come running to aid the short little humanoid." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy is, in fact, already armored, having started peicing it on the moment he'd laid eyes on the boat, \" The armor comes off AFTER we know they ain't gonna shoot us, not before. 'Sides, if it's drow, it won't make much difference. I've crossed enough ta know they out-see even me down here. \"\n\nThe burly orc adjusts his pack, making sure it's all secure, and that his borrowed sword and bow are both accessible. He glances over at Lissa again casually. Or it would have been casual, if he hadn't been doing it fairly regularily for the past few hours. He was releived to see the drow with her, which briefly struck him as odd, but he had to admit that the dark elf seemed to be on the level. Certainly he warranted at least as much trust as most of the others. More than most, actually. He scowls a bit, habitually, turning away quickly to glare at Darius, \" Keep that damned torch covered! \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" ..mhmmmm nice juicy... \" With a grumble Callos's eyes opened and he sat up abruptly. A long yawn emerged from his gaping mouth before he went stone still. Carefully he looked around at the way all of the others were staring at...well something and turned to look in the same direction. Oh the ferry is here. Almost here that is. I wonder why everyone is getting all tense. \n\nShaking his head he crawled on his hands towards Lissa and said his name softly.\n\n\" Lissa..I asked before and no one answered. I figure I'll ask someone who is at least amiable. Who is Sethra? \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark tenses visibly as Callos approaches Lissa. His hand drops to the hilt of his longsword, as he watches every move he makes. Clearly he is ready to act." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAgain, the blind gnome tenses up as she hears Callos approach, and relaxes (mostly) as he identifies himself. Lissa's nerves are clearly on high alert. At his question, she shrugs slightly. \"To tell you the truth, I don't know that much about Sethra. You might be better off asking Linda, Fizahn, one of the Elthans, or the druid... um, maybe not the druid. He doesn't seem too keen on you and Djital. Can't imagine why.\" She smiles sardonically.\n\n \"Anyway, from what I've gathered, Sethra is a very powerful, totally evil necromancer who's somehow managing to survive outside his body. I'm not sure if he has a body somewhere or what. He seems to enjoy playing mental hopscotch, jumping around from one person's head to another and making them do evil things when nobody's watching.\" Lissa sighs, her voice turning sad. \"We're pretty sure that's how Sedryn, a cleric of Lathander who came down here with us, died. We found a set of interlocking caves that would give everyone a bit of privacy, and fools that we were, we took it. We'd just rescued Trinark, and the party was kind of split on whether or not to trust a drow.\" She turns to the last place she heard Trinark. \"No offense, Trinark, but at the time you were a stranger.\" Turning back in Callos' direction, Lissa continues. \"So Sedryn said that he'd prepare and cast detect evil when we woke up to settle the issue.\" She swallows hard. \"When we woke up, Sedryn was dead. Someone had hit him in the head with a rock during the night, despite the fact that we had two-person watches set all night long. Everyone liked Sedryn; nobody had a reason to kill him... unless they didn't want to be exposed as evil. Again, ask Linda or an Elthan; one of them mentioned an entire adventuring group that killed each other because Sethra was possessing them. The last guy alive ended up killing himself.\" Lissa's expression turns thoughtful. \"I wonder why Sethra didn't just blind Sedryn the way he did me? Maybe Sedryn would have been more resistant to the spell, since he'd been serving Lathander practically his whole life.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The light moves closer and closer until even the humans and halflings can see a black longboat moving slowly across the dark water. Stylized dragon heads are carved into the prow and sternposts so that, without looking for the wake, it is hard to tell whether the boat is coming or going.\n\nA single lantern dangles from a wooden mast. There are no sails or oars. In fact, the boat has no visible means of propulsion. A cloaked figure stands amidships, hands clasped as if in prayer. The figure's head is bowed and hooded, and the shadow cast by the lantern makes it impossible to see who exactly the boatman (or boatwoman?) is. There are no passengers visible on the boat.\n\nThe boat slides silently up to the dock, scraping gently against it. The cloaked figure ties the longboat fore and aft to stone pilings, then slides a gangplank across to the dock ..." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nOOC: This is before the boat comes.\n\n\" Well, excuse me, \" Sheyra says to Fizahn, looking moderately annoyed.\" I just figured that since you're always the one who checks for traps, that you're more likely to have experience in scouting than most of us. We hired Lissa to help scout, but in case you haven't notice she's a bit incapacitated at the moment. And I am perfectly aware that you can't see in the dark, but last time I checked it wasn't completely dark in here due to the glowing fungus balls all over the ceiling, not to mention that the boat itself is giving off a light. \" She groans, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. \" And it's not polite to insult people in languages they don't understand. I can tell you insulted someone by the tone of your voice, and I can only assume it was someone here right now. So either look or don't, but you don't have to pick a fight about it. \" She gets up, turns her back to the rest of the party, and slumps down again.\n\nOOC: After the boat comes.\n\n Finally, Sheyra thinks as she stands up. If we sat here another minute, I might have really lost my temper. She sighs. You're already losing your sanity, Sheyra. Just... try to think about something else. Like cookies. Think about cookies. Her stomach growls. \" Damn, I'm hungry, \" Sheyra says, wondering if the others can hear her stomach growling." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n Before... \"Lumpy, all the damn people who live here see in the dark! And I'll have that sword back before you start lecturing me.\" Darius says with a sneer, heading off towards Fizahn.\n\n Now... \"This is... ominous, at best. Can you see his face?\" Darius says to Fizahn. \"Think it's time to say hello?\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \n\"Perhaps we should have one of us approach the ferryman and inquire about crossing while the rest of us sneak up in case it is...uncooperative.\" Hajih smiles \"I volunteer Lumpy for the job, his heavy armour would make too much noise while hiding.\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nContent to remain hidden in the shadows for the moment, he nudges Callos and points unnecessarily toward the figure on the boat.\n\n \"If no one starts dying, how about we go make ourselves known? We better not split up, ever, after what I just heard her tell you. Actually... He turns to Lissa and starts to unconsciously gesture with his hand as he speaks, then drops it to his side. \"This 'Sethra'.. would there be any chance, however slim, that he is connected or was behind what hit us in the past? I've got plenty of revenge bottled up and nowhere to channel it, and I doubt I'm speaking only for myself here.\" \n\nAs the figure ties off the boat, either in preperation to disembark or to take on passengers, he leans forward with interest. \"S'pose when we get to a trading post or civilisation, we'll have some shopping to do, eh? Clothes, armor, parchment for both of us, and whoever owns the eatery near where we all end up is gonna be having a lucky day. Hopefully there's some way to get some money on the way, because I want a damn long list of things.\" Laying back against a rock, he idly scratches a list on his forearm with a fingernail, watching the figure on the boat and the party members' reactions to it." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa listens to the conversation around her, her expression increasingly frustrated. I think I hear something in the water... or is that just waves on the rocks? Finally she bursts out, \"Hello, I can't see! Will somebody please describe what's going on? Is there a boat here or what?\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"No one told you? There's been a longboat pulling up to the dock for a while, it's tied up now. That's the ferryman we've been talking about, a dramatically lit cloaked humanoid looking figure with no companions that I can see. The boat looks black- although everything does. Really nice engraving on the fore and aft sections, looks like dragon heads. I'm assuming either the boat or the ferryman is magically powerful, because they've been cruising around without oars and the mast has no sail. Is that descriptive enough?\" \n\nAfter Hajih nominates Lumpy, Djital slips his sword down the outer side of his right thigh, under the pants, and hooks the hilt in place, where it is less noticeable and also unlikely to twist about and cause harm to his body. Nodding to Callos, \"Shall we go down and inquire about the fare?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc squints, making out the features of the approaching boat, the odd figure, and presumably magical propulsion. He growls with a sour scowl, \" Figures. A normal boat, with a normal boatman would'a just been too much ta ask fer. Hells, I give up. Just be ready ta come along. \"\n\nHe steps up to Trinark for a moment, rumbling softly in undercommon, \" Make sure she gets along alright. ,\" before heading down the pier, his heavy footfalls audible and broad form easily visible. As he nears, he calls out, sticking to undercommon.\n\n\" Hey! What's the fare? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A terse voice answers back in Undercommon, \" How many? How far? \"\n\nThe voice is gravelly and low, as if it hasn't been used much, but the words carry across the beach clearly." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby walks quietly over to Lissa and the Drow. \" It's me, \" he announces. \" Fools. Dashing out there, shouting and waving their lights... anyway. Let's get ready to go on down there. \" He nods brusquely to Trinark, readying to guide Lissa down to the boat.\n\n We had better be going down to the boat now. Don't know how fast she could run... might have to take Sheyra up on her offer. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa gets to her feet, locating her pack by touch and managing to strap it on pretty well. \"Hi, Achkby. Thanks for the description of the boat, Djital. I swear, if I can ever channel enough of Baravar's power to cure blindness, I'm going to cure every blind person I meet who wants it! This is just ridiculous.\" She tentatively walks toward where she heard Achkby, then stops. \"I need a cane or something... I've seen blind people using those. Hey, I know!\" Lissa unbuckles her sheathed rapier from her belt and proceeds to use it to tap the ground in front of her as she's seen other blind people do. She smiles, the first real smile since she was blinded. \"Oops, sorry... Achkby, right? I don't feel a shoe, and you're the only one who goes barefoot around here.\" Lissa's probing 'cane' had managed to find Achkby's foot. Fortunately, the rapier is still sheathed." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Right. Let's go meet 'Charon'.\" \nHe moves with the rest down to the dock. \"I wonder if the sequins on these pants can pass for an obscure form of currency... or if passengers get complimentary bags of nuts.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih begins to walk up to the ferryman \"If sequins are a form of currency, somewhere, I’m rich.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Why doesn't anyone speak Common around here!?\" Darius yells, going over to lean against a rock and sulk until someone tells him what to do." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy grumbles as he counts mentally, \" That is common down here, get used ta it. Surface common's a novelty language down here. \" He glances at Callos and Djita, as if considering whether or not to include them in the counts, scowling a bit. lHe clears his throat, calling out again,\n\n\" Hells.. Fifteen! Trying ta cross the 'Sea ta get beneath Telflamm on the surface, if ya got any idea where that is! Actually, I'll take anything that might lead us upwards, I ain't gonna be picky! \"\n\nHe glances back to see if the others are coming along, motioning them to move up cautiously." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Party members cautiously rise from behind the rocks and gingerly make their way across the beach, pebbles crunching underfoot.\n\nThe cloaked figure observes as the fifteen of you approach. His face remains hidden in shadow as he switches to Common.\n\n\" Explorers from the surface? You are a long way from home indeed. \"\n\nHe then switches back to Undercommon to address Lumpy. \" Normally I would ask for three ... \" He pauses, looking the party over. \" But in this case, I think that one should suffice ... \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, who probably shouldn't be negotiating \n\nLumpy shifts, metal clinking on metal as the steel-plated orc adjusts his position, He switches tongues again, muttering in orcish rapidly, \" Lousyunderdarkwherenothingssensible.. \", which inevitably trails off into cursing as orcish is wont to do. Inevitably, he straightens back out, bellowing again.\n\n\" Now, I'm not all up on the subtle nuances of the common here, so let me just make for sure.If you'd elaborate a bit, by 'one', you mean..? \"\n\nHe throws a glance back at the others, who are aready moving up, Damn, if this is what I think, they're never gonna let me hear the end of it. \n\nHe scowls a bit at the thought." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\" ... a brain, obviously. \" The cloaked figure finishes Lumpy's sentence for him.\n\nThe cloaked figure then raises cachectic four-fingered hands to his hood, drawing it back and revealing the grotesque features of a horrible aberration of nature. He (it?) has hairless, rubbery mauve skin and slimy tentacles where a mouth should be. A chill of recognition runs through each party member's spine (except for Lissa's) - illithid ... mind flayer! \n\nEnsuring that everyone, regardless of whether or not he or she comprehends Undercommon, understands the ferryman's requirement, a voice \"speaks\" directly into each party member's mind ... I will require one brain in exchange for safe passage to the closest landfall beneath Telflamm ... " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nDjital's face drops sharply, and he scowls, looking at his feet. \" Dammit! So much for my theory of what you would want and how I could... nevermind. Besides, it probably doesnt matter,\" he raises his voice, \"if this Sethra fellow isn't strong enough to attack you, he's not worth the respect that most foes earn.\" \n\nHe sits on a rock and rubs his forehead. \"I'm not interested in dying, or choosing who does. If it comes to it, I'll go harvest a live Drow soldier myself.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Harvesting a drow soldier sounds fine. Although he hasn't specified wether the brain has to be gnome-oid or not. Maybe a darkmantle would have done just fine if those things even have brains. In case you're wondering Lissa, the ferryman is a mindflayer.\" Fizahn peers intently into space for a moment, deep in thought. Surface brains are probably a delicacy, so he'll want one of those. I wonder if we could give him Lumpy's, it's not like he ever uses it. If we had kept Thokk's body instead of feeding it to the ooze... God that turned out horribly... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n\"Hmmm, how about Lumpy, he's not using his!\" Hajih cackles a bit and sits down to really think." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, terrified blind gnome \n \"GREAT BARAVAR CLOAKSHADOW!\" , Lissa yelps. She shakes her rapier-cane free of its sheath with a slithering hiss. \"Okay, anyone who even considers using my brain as the passage fee is getting a yard of gnomish steel in his guts! As soon as I find your guts, that is!\" Her breathing is rapid, and her blind eyes dart around seemingly at random. \"I know I'm a drain on the party resources, but dammitall, I don't want to die!\" Evidently Lissa's tightly-strung nerves have just snapped." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe pervading wrongness that accompanied the arrival of the boat did not diminish as the adventurers approached the jetty collectively.\n\nSsathiya had watched the lone boatman bargain with Lumpy who had strode forward initially. As he stood in line with the rest, he couldn't shake off the bad vibes he continued to receive from the boat in general. He understood how badly the pinkskins wanted to escape this neverending darkness to a place known as'teff-lamm' so he patiently waited in line not mentioning a word.\n\nAs the precise terms of the boatman were translated to him, hie frowned in puzzlement and he strode closer to the edge of the jetty to get a better look at the boatman who made such strange demands.\n\nHis jaw dropped as the creature pushed its hood back. He did not recognise its kind. If indeed there were more of it. But the twisted aura it radiated told the druid enough. It was unnatural . A blight to the natural order. The Balance. Raising his clawed hands, he tensed to leap onto the deck of the ship but his instincts warned him that a creature who traveled alone in this realm in a vessel of foul magic was no mere brute to be slaughtered. Wisely he restrained himself but his face remained a mask of hatred and the sounds of his fast breathing even told blind Lissa that the druid was agitated." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well uh, you won't want mine... it might bite back.\" Darius says with a half-hearted chuckle.\n\nDarius looks over at the Elthans, trying to figure out which one is which, and which one he doesn't like. He lowers his voice, trying to whisper only to the mind flayer. \"There's two of them, see. We don't need both.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark's expression changes signicantly, at the sight of the 'Flayer' and the implication of its words.\n\nIn broken Common he speaks up, \"I'll do it, I volunteer to sacrifice myself for this groups passage.\" His voice sounds surprisingly calm and serene.\n\nTrinark ignores the inevitable looks of astonishment from the rest of the group. In Undercommon to the Flayer, \"What guanantee do I have that they will reach their destination safely?\" \n\nHe folds his arms defensively, waiting for an answer." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark's noble gesture and defiant body language seems to mean little to the illithid.\n\n None, of course. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa lowers her rapier slightly, turning to where she heard Trinark. \"No! There has to be another way!\" She turns toward the sound of water, hoping she's facing the ferry-illithid, and speaks in Undercommon. \"Does it have to be a humanoid brain? Something from an intelligent creature? Or can it be, say, an animal brain?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The illithid's tentacles twitch as Lissa asks her question. It is hard to know whether this represents amusement or irritation.\n\n A talking mole! How surprising! I have heard tales of small, blind burrowing animals from the Upperdark, but I had not realized that they could speak!\n\nLittle she-mole, what is the difference between your brain, the brain of an intelligent creature, and the brain of an animal?\n\nDo not worry, little mole, I will require at least 3 pounds worth of brain. Your little head contains not enough to ensure passage for all 16 of you. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAs the boatman revealed his face and stated its claims the necromancer could only stare at it dumbfounded. He had never seen an illithid before being from the surface but he had heard stories about the brain stealers. This wasn't right. How could the creature demand a brain as passage unto the boat? And where on earth where they going to get one?\n\n\" Surely there is something else we can barter with boatman. Maybe an item of magic or currency? Something besides the life of one of us or someone else? \"\n\n((OOC: Sorry 'bout that. Had trouble staying on my computer for any long period of time.))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih sits there, thinking. \"FISH\" he suddenly exclaims. \"We can use fish brains, right?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Me, Linda, the Elthans, Druid, Achkby, Lissa, Lumpy, Hajih, Darius, Aeroz, Sherya, Trinark, Callos and his friend. That's only fifteen... \"Well, I guess Lissa, Achkby, and I are excluded from cerebral sacrifice. What's the ilithid mean by sixteen? There are only fifteen of us, I think it's trying to rip us off!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " You see, serpent? You match them in intelligence, yet they treat you like a servant. You are a sentient being, yet it is as if you don't exist in their eyes. \n\nThe illithid turns its gaze toward Callos.\n\n What would you offer in place of a brain? You don't even have undergarments ... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"I believe he means Eckun, Fizahn, as the 16th member.\"\n\nHe holds Eckun out on his arm for Fizahn to see.\nThe snake speaks(hisses) its reply to the Illithid\n \"Granted, they are not the ssmartest of beings, but I'd rather be in a group than a lone ssnake in the grasss. Thiss iss why I stay for my masster.\" \n\n\"Well said.\"\n\n\"I suppose he'll accept fish, Hajih, if we can get 48 of them to rip thier brains out for us. Otherwise, I second Callos' suggestion. It must not be often that you come upon such a chance as this, is it? A chance to feast so easily, simply by sailing a boat. It must be hard to find others down here willing to throw themselves at you, let alone come near enough to eat. Would you accept an item, that with it, you would not have to search(or barter) for your next meal?\"\n\nHe catches the Ioun stone circling him between his thumb and forefinger, holding it to be seen by the Illithid.\n\n(OOC: having to edit multiple times. Started posting just before DR.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, gnome-mole \n\nLissa remains silent for a few moments, then starts giggling. It's clear that she's trying to stop, and equally clear that she's having absolutely no success. Finally the giggles subside enough for her to talk.\n\n \"A... talking... mole! Oh, dear gods...\" Lissa chuckles a bit more. \"I've been called a lot of things, many of them less than complimentary, but I do believe that's the first time anyone's ever called me a mole. I'm a gnome, sir. Sort of like a swirfneblin, except we live in the 'Upperdark', as you called it. Moles are much, much smaller, about the length of... um... a drow's hand from wrist to fingertips, and they've got short fur all over. They're not very talkative, either.\" \n\n\n(OOC: We don't have moles where I live, so I'm assuming they're about the same size as a gopher. Which we do have, unfortunately.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Surely you jest, she-mole-that-speaks. I know of gnomes and have eaten the brains of two. Neither was blind. No, you must be a mole. There can be no other explanation. \n\nThe illithid seems amused by Lissa's sincerity. Then, he turns the telepathic conversation toward Elthan.\n\n Your understanding of our ways is limited serpent-friend. Only fools like yourselves would attempt to travel through the Middledark and across the Sea without slaves or thralls. I am kept more than adequately supplied by the drow and duergar who routinely require my services. \n\nThe illithid pauses before continuing. His telepathic \"voice\" softens.\n\n I am not, however, completely heartless and unfeeling. Obviously, your group is not prepared to surrender a brain (even one volunteered by your drow companion). I am sure that we can come to a mutually satisfactory alternative arrangement ...\n\nI will accept the ioun stone in exchange for passage for you and your loyal serpent. As for the rest of you, I will require that each of you surrenders your most valuable possession. In return, I offer safe passage to the closest landfall beneath Telflamm.\n\nAnd you may keep your brains. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Disarmed Ranger \n\nLooking at his rapier, Hajih pulls it into his chest \"Can't you just take Lumpy's brain? This is all I got.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan takes out a set of Sunrod from his pack, and tosses it to Callos, and a set of Leather Armor to Djital.\n\n\"Use those to pay for your way, those are now the most valuable, if not the only, item you posses.\"\n\nHe walks up to the Illithid to hand him the Ioun." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"You know, I was just going to give him these pants, but they're technically on loan from the Ranger. He holds the leather armor, waiting for confirmation as to whether squid-face wants the pants (Shiny!) or the armor. Switching to Under-Common, he addresses the Illithid.\n\n \"Excuse me, you might happen to be able to tell us who is currently posessed by some sort of vengeful, harassing, spellcasting spirit? Surely that would be no challenge for a being of your abilities, and he's blinding people who cast divination spells and such.\" Djital points to Lissa. \"There might not even be any of the original person left- in which case I'm sure any brain that was occupied by a centuries old necromancer would be special.\" \n I better not ask him why my eye is talking to me. Yeah, probably that's not a good idea. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa swallows as the mind flayer makes his announcement. Well, it could be worse. A LOT worse. What do I give him, though? A thought strikes her, and she digs the green gem out of her haversack again. \"Okay, does anyone here know anything about gemstones? Fizahn, Aeroz? I need an estimate of how much this thing is worth.\" The gnome looks slightly irritated. \"Ordinarily I'd do this myself... of all the times to be hit with a blindness spell. I swear, when we track down that Sethra, I'm going to make him wish his father never met his mother! Hey Elthan, does he even still have a body of his own? 'Cause it really puts a crimp in most of my revenge plans if he doesn't.\" \n Red-hot tongs... yeah, and then you get out the honey and find a fire-ant hill... or maybe do that first... then tattoo 'LOSER' across his forehead. With dull needles and the cheap oak-gall ink that really, really stings... Evil thoughts, Lissa, evil thoughts! No! Bad girl! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The illithid shakes his head.\n\n She-mole, do not try to deceive me. The gem is not the possession that you value the most ... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa nods, putting the gem away. Ohhh... what I value most, not what's most valuable. Damn. Demon-damn it. I'm sorry, Thokk... Very slowly, she starts to unfasten the silvery brooch from her cloak. Her blind eyes shine suspiciously, but Lissa holds her head up high as she offers the brooch in the ferry-illithid's direction. \"My mistake. I thought you meant monetary value. Um, I know this is magical, but I'm not sure how exactly. Thokk...\" Her voice falters for a moment. \"He might've known, but he... he's not with us anymore.\" \n\n\n(OOC: At this point, the brooch is what Lissa emotionally values most, since it belonged to Thokk. Her backpack, weapons, and holy symbol are all valuable but ultimately replaceable; there will never be another Thokk.)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Wh-what? My bow?\" Darius says, with what almost resembles a look of fear on his face.\n\n No, no, no, no! Without it you cannot make it! You cannot live! You must find another way! You must get a brain! \n \"This entire group is useless without these possessions! I don't care if I have to go down by myself a kill a damn drow to get this brain for you!\" \n\n((Damn Darius and his stupid bow.... grumble grumble grumble))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The ferryman accepts the armor, sunrod, and amulet.\n\nThe Elthan clone, Callos, and Djital are allowed on board. The illithid reaches out a claw-like hand, guiding Lissa onto the longboat as well.\n\n You are correct, \"Djital-human,\" there are members of your party who are not who they pretend to be. But it is not my place to reveal their lies. We illithids are, after all, a highly ethical people. \n\nThe mind flayer looks over the other members of the party to see if anyone else plans to board, holding out both hands, fingers outstretched.\n\n I shall return in eight of your days. That should give you plenty of time to capture a prisoner or two. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nOnce the Illithid started to address the party at large, Lumpy had more or less quieted down in thought. He wasn't much of a negotiator, and knew when to fold his hand. And while the prospect of giving up a brain for passage didn't overly appeal to them, he had had more than a few people worth considering on the matter. The mindflayer's second offer held some merit, though.\n\n Hmm.. Without Grinder, I ain't got much left worth considering. A pack full of junk, A bow I barely use.. My armor, but I can't give that up. The dwarf's amulet's magic, it must be worth something. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing the others acquiece to the illithid's demands in the hope of a swift journey to Teflamn, the reptilian knew a fork in the crossroads had come.\n\nIt pained him that the pinkskins willingly dealt with the aberration and his heart he knew that that was a line he would never cross. It would betray the Balance, Semuanya and all that made him Lizardkin. It was shameful enough that he was unable to erase the squid-man from existence.\n\nSighing, he proceeds next to Sheyra, \"Little one, we must speak\" . He drops to a knee so his face would be closer to hers." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n I don't really have much to give, not much that would be useful to him anyway. Fizahn grudgingly unclasps his cloak. He looks at it one last time before holding it out to the ilithid. I'm certain that this thing has saved my life more than once, might as well make it a third time. \"Good luck getting it to fit. It's all yours.\" Trying to steal it back probably wouldn't be a good idea, would it ilithid? " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n What's most valuable to me... I guess that's the letter. But I can't give that. I made a promise. My entire nation may fall if I give away the letter. \n\nThe young monk turns to Ssathiya when he talks to her.\n\n\" Please... don't call me that. My name is Sheyra, please address me as such, \" Sheyra says, trying not to be rude. She shakes her head. \" Anyway, what is it you want to say? \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin blinks at the quick offering of the name. He recovers and looks at her long then sighs.\n \n\"You honour me with your name....sShey-ra\"\n\n\" sSomething you musst know about sSethra. The wizard huntss . You... need to know... that he seeks.... YOU.\"\n \nHe pauses for the words to sink in.\n \"I know not why.\" \nHe frowns with effort:\n \"Why.. this is so\" \nThe frown is replaced by a pained expression.\n \"I WILL NOT go in the boat... I cannot ask you to stay. Here.\" \nHe swings an arm indicating the Underdark\n \"But you... do not... have to go. I can find another path for you and others who remain. The squid-creature is not..natural.\" \nThe lizard's jaw clenchs as his expression switches to one of anger and he looks at sheyra's feet. An action few lizardkin would perform.\n I will not abide by it ... or... DO as it asks " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sighs and sits down in the boat, fumbling a bit as she fits the sheath back on her rapier. Turning toward the druid's voice, she responds in his language. \"I realize that for you, druid, this is like dealing with a devil would be for me. But... well, I at least don't really have a choice.\" Lissa points to her blind eyes. \"Telflamm is my best chance of getting my sight restored. Without eyes that work, I'm little more than a burden... and I refuse to be a burden for any longer than I must.\" She shrugs. \"And so far, the illithid's been more than fair. He could have stuck to his original fee of a brain.\" \n Ewww! That's just... ewww. Happy thoughts, Lissa, before he starts eavesdropping again. Achkby, mmm... \n\nA slight smile plays across the gnome's face. Hey, I wonder if Callos caught those particular thoughts when he was scanning us? Haha, I bet he did! That would explain his expression! Lissa covers a smirk with one hand." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIn the mind of Callos this could only be a good thing. The mind flayer no longer wanted a brain and would instead take the most valuable object that a person had. While that had seemed a problem at first one of the elfs had given him something to barter for. So now they just might be on their way to the surface at last. When Lissa covers her mouth with her hand so soon after laughing her head off it occured to Callos that she might be having inapprobiate thoughts again. Leaning down he whispered to the gnome while trying to keep a straight face.\n\n\" Maybe you should concentrate on whats happening instead of thinking of stuff like that. \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nUpon hearing the alternate terms from the Flayer, Trinark knew his decision had been made.\n\nTrinark speaks up to the group, \"Friends, I cannot continue on this jounrey. My offered to give myself up for the group, and now I forced to give up a possession I am not willing to. My most prised possession right now is this Longsword, which represents my link to my faith. I am simply unwilling to part with it, period.\"\n\n\"Those of you who are continuing on, I wish you the best of luck and safe conclusion. If any remain behind, I will continue to guide and protect you as best I can.\" \n\nTrinark moves back away from the boat, observing the rest of the group. Patiently waiting for eveyone to make their decisions." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius turns to Trinark.\n\n This one... he has the right idea! Stay behind. You must find a brain, you must hunt! \n \"You may be a drow, but I think you've earned my trust by now. Frankly, I'd die before going anywhere with my bow, so I think it's time for a hunt.\n\nI'm not sure how long it'll take.... But we have eight days to find someone, kill them, and bring their brain back here.\n\nIf you don't want to come, fine. That's your choice. But I'm not giving up this goddamn bow!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark, Darius, and the lizardman step back from the longboat.\n\nThe illithid accepts the amulet from Lumpy, the small cloak from Fizahn, and a ring from Linda, allowing all three to board the boat.\n\nSheyra hesitates, unwilling to part with the letter, but the mind flayer interrupts her thoughts.\n\n It is not the letter itself that you value, it is the promise you made to your father. I find the entire sentiment offensive on many levels. \n\nThe illithid's tentacles twitch. It reaches out a knobby finger toward Sheyra's possessions.\n\n Surrender that instead. I have to confess that I have not seen its like before in the Underdark, and something about it intrigues me. What is it that you call it? \n\nThe mind flayer is pointing to Sheyra's hairbrush ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa turns toward Callos' voice, smirk gone. She whispers back, \"If I really thought about what was going on, I'd go as crazy as Darius. That's kinda counterproductive, so I'll stick to my happy thoughts as a coping technique. Don't worry, my ears and my wits are still sharp.\" " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" This? \" she asks holding up the brush. \" Oh, uh... It's a hair brush. I guess you can have it. I'll miss it, but it's not worth starving down here for. \" She looks at the lizardkin apologetically while she hands over the item." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n\"Trinark, I'm with you, I'm not going to give up my Rapier to this...\" He pauses to spit on the ground \"creature.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy watches the others make their decisions, watching who came and went with a guarded expression. In the short run, he didn't care about associating with the mindflayer, or even with giving up something important for the trip. But.. there were other considerations.. He didn't mind leaving either of the humans behind, they tended to be more annoying than he felt they were worth to him. The lizard and the drow were both quiet and straightfoward though, and he appreciated that.\n\nHis thoughts drifted for a moment, to his lost flail. He'd already given up what was most precious to him, and he'd be damned if he was going to let the reason for that go to waste. Fixing his gaze on Lissa secure in the boat, he nodded to himself, turning back to the others.\n\nWith a twist of one arm, he unslings Darius' sword, the maneuver awkward in his gnarled, unpracticed hands. Laying it down on the rocks before him for the archer to reclaim, he shrugs, his growl as close to apologetic as it can get, \" Best'a luck ta ya, then. \"\n\nWith nothing further to add, he turns to cross the ships gangplank, handing the Illithid the Dwarf's amulet as he passes. Finding a spot to hunker down, he settles in broodingly, keeping a close eye on the boatman." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nSetting one foot onto the gangplank, he turns and looks at the remaining members. \"Are you coming, or should I stay and starve while we catch some Drow? I'm not keen on leaving anyone behind me, not again, so decide fast.\" \n\nUnder his breath, he mutters to himself and the mind-reading creature. \"Maybe there's a place nearby where some pit-elves might be...\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius stoops down to take the sword.\n\n \"So, this is how it ends, then? If only I'd brung along a hairbrush or some other simple thing to give... It was nice knowing you all, and good-\" \n\nA flash crosses Darius' face, his eyes fill with shock and fear and his mouth drops with a gasp.\n\n What am I doing? I'm going to die out here! Alone in th- No! Stay behind! Don't give up the only thing you have left to hold on to! \n\nAlmost as quickly as it, his face returned to it's usual composure. But for that moment, he looked almost human. Of all the things you've felt for Darius, pity would be the last one... but some of you feel it now. He sighs.\n\n \"Good luck.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAs Djital stood on the edge between the boat and the shore Callos went and placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered softly to him.\n\n\" Friend, I know that you want all of us to stick together but that may not be possible right now. We have a duty to those who want to keep going to keep them safe and make sure the mind flayer doesn't change it's mind. They've survived this long in the Underdark so the obviously have skill. They can make it until we come back. \"\n\nThe brown haired mage's face was solemn as he let go and stepped to the edge of the boat. He had not known the archer long but from the look on his face it looked as if what the gnome said was true, the man was crazy. Well...he might as well. Stepping up to Darius, the mage bowed low and when he straightened he intoned softly.\n\n\" May the Great Lady of Magic protect this lost soul in this period of darkness. May the power of the Weave guide him back to the rightness of mind that he deserves. And lastly...may he survive to escape this oppressing darkness and see light and hope once more. I didn't know you archer and I still don't. Still that is no reason for me to judge you or to let you part ways without a parting word. May your will be strong and your blade bright. \" At the end of his blessing the mage held out his arm in the traditional adventurer's grasp." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin nods understandingly at the monk. His face a mixture of relief, worry and guilt. With a calm smile, he asks \"Will you go with my blessing ?\" \n\nHe places two open palms on Sheyra's head and chants for various spirits to watch over her. He paused as he cam to mentioning the spirits of the sky but then continued onward.\n \"Guard your back. Spirit of the wolverine, Fizaaahn...knows so he will aid you.\" \n\nHe pauses before holding her by her shoulders and saying, \n\" I promise. I WILL find you again............Wait for me. The visions show you ..attacked in the land under the sky............................................... ........................ Do not leave this realm of night..yet. \" \n\nHe looks at the boat standing up and then back down at her. \"DO NOT trust anyone else\" \n\nHis words had been soft enough so only Sheyra could hear them. He bows his head slightly to her and then turns and looks long and hard at Fizahn who had been standind by the gunwale, waiting for others who might be joining the boat. Fizahn's face had a hard expression on him but understanding dawns as he sees the lizardman step away from the girl and his face softens and he nods his understanding.\n\nThe lizardkin's shoulders slump a little and he raises his hand in farewell before walking off to the end of the jetty." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz shakes his head sadly, then passes his bracelet of levitation to the mind flayer. Achkby seems even more distressed, almost apoplectic, as he turns over his precious wand of magic missiles. The halfling walks across the gangplank with his shoulders slumped, as if he had just lost his closest friend.\n\nThe other Elthan seems greatly conflicted. He shifts from foot to foot, as he struggles to make his decision. In the end, he decides to board the ferry, surrendering a worn, leather-bound book.\n\n\"This was the journal of a brave wizard named Sarloc who died centuries ago. I hope that you read it and learn something about the meaning of love and great sacrifice.\"\n\n[hr]\nDarius accepts the return of his greatsword, while Sheyra receives the lizardman's benediction. Goodbyes are said, and without further ceremony the illithid unties the longboat from its moorings, coiling the thick ropes on the deck. A myriad of ripples appears from underneath the boat, and silently the ferry begins to pull away from the dock ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Last chance for Darius, the lizardman, Hajih, or Trinark to catch the ferry, and the last chance for any of the other members of the party to decide to stay behind. " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Yeah.. Yeah, you're right. I couldn't actually stay behind now that most of them are going on the boat. I just hate to see someone face the chances of never seeing the sun again.\" \n\nHe gesticulates at Darius, trying to persuade him to not stay behind. \"You could buy the bow back later at our next destination if it is a town, and in most towns there tend to be unsavory people that are not mourned when missing. Or when they turn up headless. I'll help you when the time comes, it will be a.. bonding experience. The same might also go for you and your rapier, Hajih. But perhaps it is these pants that are the more valuable? The boat is frellin' LEAVING! Get on! " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius shakes Callos' hand. \"Thank you.\" \n Well you can't give up the bow, but- \n\nHe hears Djital calling him as the boat leaves. \"\"Hey you! Boatman! Is there anything else I can do? As far as I know, this bow is one of a kind!\" He says, rushing to the end of the dock." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sniffs a bit, waving in the general direction of the shore. \"May Baravar watch over all of you! Are you sure you won't come, Hajih? I'm sure you could use Thokk's sword. Darius, you're a good swordsman. And besides... do you really need a magical bow to hit your targets? A real archer can score a kill with any kind of bow.\" Heh, he'll be pissed at me, but if this works it'll be worth it. She switches to Draconic. \"Druid, your hunt rests now on a decision. Which do you hate more, Sethra or the illithid?\" And finally, Lissa switches to Undercommon. \"I know how I would feel about an artifact of Baravar, Trinark. And I don't know your goddess. I suppose you have to ask yourself whether she would rather see you live and give up her gift or keep it and possibly starve.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The illithid has drawn his hood back over his head and now stands at the bow (formerly the stern) of the longboat, facing out toward the open Sea. He does not turn in response to Darius' question, but his telepathic response is clear enough.\n\n Your brain or your bow for safe passage. It matters little to me which. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya stood motionless as Lissa's words rang out. He smiled as he remembered the bravery and antics of the gnome.\n Truly..the gnomes are the most unique of all pinkskins \n\nHe stands, wondering as to the thougts of Semuanya. It was strange that his god would guide him to the key to restoring the Balance and saving the people and then separate their paths.\n\nThe Boat was never a choice. The hunt had become harder. The risks greater.Especially with a malevolent spirit that might be Sethra possessing a packmate and endangering Sheyra. Even more so now that he wasn't there to stop it.\n\nSsathiya understood why elders advised no lizardkin to venture beyond the hunting grounds alone and why no pack or group was one. He had changed so much since the journey began. He was not even sure if the people would accept him if they knew his thoughts. It would be against the lizardkin way.\n\n If I had followed Sheyra onto the boat, driven by the hunt..I would lose all that made me lizardkin. If the others were not hungry and desperate to escape danger to safety, I would have stopped them. \n\nStanding there, watching the baot move away, he turns and looks at the companions beside him. \n Not whom I would have chosen to remain behind. Still I am glad that by doing so, they respect The Balance \n\nA growling stomach reminds him. In order to survive, they had to find food." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nLissa's words seem to once again bring out that strange, desperate look in his eyes.\n\n Wait- You're no REAL archer! You killed your own brother because you thought you could handle a bow! You're worthless! No! It wasn't your fault! You're going to die out here! GET ON THE #$@!ing BOAT!!! \n \"Wait!!! Darius cries. He hurtles down the dock, not stopping for a second to look back. Leaping off the rocky edge he soars onto the deck. He rolls over onto his back, bow outstretched in his right hand, panting heavily.\n\n You're making a mistake! I'll return! I'll- It is time to show these people who you are, your life isn't over because of a mistake. Show them who you can truly be. \n \"My God.\" Are the only words Darius can say.\n\n((Well, I was planning to wait until we left the Underdark, but eh...))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \nAfter hearing Lissa mention Thokk's sword, Hajih starts thinking. As he sees the boat pulling away, he runs down to the dock, jumping onto the boat.\n\nHe holds his shelthed rapier out to the mind flayer." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark sees the last minute change of heart of Darius and Hajih and frowns deeply. He starts to raise his hand to wave farewell, but then thinks better of it.\n\nTrinark begins unstrapping Sedryn's armor, removing most of it. He leaves the bottom-most layer of leather intact, knowing he needs something to protect him from the cold.\n\nHe turns to the Lizardfolk, \"If you desire, I will assist you in getting back to the surface. It may take some time, but I believe if we are cautious we can make it.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The illithid takes the bow and rapier without comment. Hajih and Darius look back to see Trinark and the lizardman standing on the pier.\n\nSince the only illumination is the single lantern dangling from the bare mast on the longboat, the drow and lizardman are swallowed up by darkness remarkably quickly.\n\nThe mind flayer busies himself with sorting through the items the party has given up. The longboat glides through the black water swiftly and silently.\n\nOff to starboard, a black shadow looms marking the rocky cliffs that line the Sea.\n\nThe party is quiet for a while, thinking about the possessions lost, the companions left behind, and the uncertain future ahead ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Well...this is depressing. Hopefully the drow can lead that lizardman on a safe passage up to the surface. \" At that Callos shook his head and went over to the side of the boat, peering down into the waters to be alone with his thoughts. A lot had happened in past few days and it still needed to be sorted out." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nWith a shocked expression he heads over to any sort of secluded area he can find, nook, cranny, something like that. He bends over his head and covers his arms with his face, shivering uncontrollably.\n\n \"Oh my god, oh my god... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSlowly as Callos stares into the water around the boat and up at the rocks that slowly seem to go by he reached a decision. They have a right to know, espicially Djital. So with a low groan and a quick pump of his legs he spun around to face the rest of the people on the boat (except the mind flayer) and sat cross legged.\n\n\" I suppose that we have a lot of time on our hands until we get to Telflamm and I would rather let all of you know something about me along the way. And before anyone says anything, yes it is a way to gain your trust. Some things my friend will already know some he won't so he better listen too. I wasn't born in the same place as Djital though my mother moved us there when we where young enough that it amounts to the same thing. From what she said we came from the \"north and to the west of that funny looking round rock\". When I was young I didn't fit in because of my obession with reading though I still got to know a few people. After Djital left with the wanderlust, I decided to get my studies into full swing...as a necromancer. And please don't misunderstand! I'm not the kind of necromancer who raises the undead and goes on madness driven schemes of conquest, but because of this many people take an instant disliking to me. Like the mages at the dig site. You see its my belief that negative energy is...misunderstood. That its not as inherently evil as most believe but rather it is used for evil purposes. Anyway during my apprenticeship I was indentured to one of those crazier necromancers. Hmph, I was his favorite because I had a consience. I saw...horrible things before I went back to my home in disgust. If I had to do the things I saw to be a great mage then I'll more then happily give it up were my thoughts. That was when Djital came back to see what I was up too. And...this is just so you don't find out later in the heat of combat where you might make assumptions but I to can make others blind or deaf through the use of magic. But to my knowledge I did nothing of that sort to Lissa, on this I swear! \"\n\nTaking a deep breath Callos looked around at the others on this boat warily as if expecting them to jump up and push him off the boat. A slightly haunted look came to his eyes before the well guarded face that he seemed to always have up replaced it." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "OOC: Sense Motive, please?\n\nSheyra listens carefully to the story, trying to determine if any of it is untrue." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nGoing over to Lissa, Hajih asks \"Hey Lissa, it's me, Hajih. I believe you promised the use of Thokk's Sword?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra watches Callos' body language carefully and monitors his speech for any strained inflections or contradictions that might indicate deception. As he speaks, she relaxes, sensing that he is being open and honest with the group.\n\nAs Hajih approaches Lissa, Aeroz taps him on the shoulder. \"Here, I have it. I hope it brings you more luck than it brought the dwarf.\"\n\nThe sword is long, straight, and well-forged. Hajih accepts it with gratitude.\n\nThere is a pregnant pause as everyone waits to see if anyone else wants to share a story ..." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nAfter Callos finishes, Djital shifts in his seat uneasily. Since almost everything is out in the open, he sighs and speaks. \"And for what it's worth.. I was a lawyer-in-training before the open road caught my soul. Now you know my dark secret, too.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih holds the sword out, speechless for a moment.\n \"Wow, I’m honoured.\" He pauses for a moment.\n \"Anyways, I suppose if 'The Naked Wonder' is sharing his story with the group, I mind as well tell my story. At least as much as I remember.\" \n \"The last job I had was similar to this one, I met up with several folks working as mercenaries and tagged along. \"They were hunting a tribe of Bugbears who had killed the family of my companions.\" \nHe shakes his head and continues the story \"Long story short, the goblins found us before we could find them, the three of them fought off the Bugbears.\" \n \"However, they were a little late, I got knocked on the head and was left for dead. After that, I wandered into town and met you folks about to weeks later.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Wow! A lawyer in training Djital! How far did you get because I might need a lawyer a few weeks or so after we get to civilization.\" Fizahn says this jokingly, but you can guess that there's a good possibility he might. He looks out over the rest of the group, examining them all. Then he pauses for a second, gazing out over the ocean. I don't want to think about my past but I could probably clear up a few things about how we found Sethra. \"If there's anyone who wants to hear about Sethra, now is the time to ask.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I for one would be very interested in hearing who in the Nine Hells Sethra is. All Lissa told me was that he was a...wait..YOU were going to be a lawyer Djital? \" And after he finished that last statement Callos doubled over and began to laugh hard, sides heaving as he rolled back and forth on the boat for a bit before sitting up wiping a tear from his eye." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius continues to shiver rapidly, beads of sweat come gushing off of him, rapidly pooling at his feet. Suddenly he begins to shake violently, makes a strange gargling noise in his throat, and vomits onto the floor of the boat.\n\nIn a weak raspy voice he begins to speak of his past, \"My story...\" he rasps, \"Has ended. It is done, finished, over with. There is no going back, there is no changing the past. There is nothing I can do. The first half, peaceful and tranquil. I lived in some small village, nothing notable. I don't even remember the places name. I lived with my father, the town pastor of Tyr, my mother, and my brother Aerek.\n\nMy brother Aerek and I used to go out hunting, we were so young. Too young to know of the political troubles our village was having. However we weren't too young to know death when we saw it. After returning joyously from a succesful hunting trip we saw the flames rising into the sky. Those flames... tearing at the straw, consuming wood and grass and flesh. Those flames have followed me forever.\n\nThere were men in the town, strange men I had never seen before, they wore mail and had shining swords. They were ransacking the town, tearing through people I had known and loved. My brother tried to pull me away. He cried that we had to get out of there, but I ran in... That was the first time I used my bow to kill a human...\n\nThe only survivors were my brother and I, somehow two little kids had managed to slaughter an entire score of men. Rage can make you do strange, strange things. Well, my brother and I went off to find some way to start again, to find a new place to call home...\n\nWe traveled for a year, maybe more, living off the land. Then along the road we met a man clad in robes, he ran to us with a desperate look on his face. 'They're going to kill me! You must protect me! Everyone has gone insane!' We waited for him to calm down and then listened to his story. Something was wrong with the villagers in the nearby coastal town, they had all apparently gone crazy. We were young, foolish, we didn't question anything.\n\nThe man lived in a small tower a mile or two outside of the town. He promised us gold if we would wait outside and stop all the intruders that tried to enter. Hours after the sun went down, we saw torches in the distance. The flames were flickering in the darkness many yards away. We heard shouts and cheers, the mob was getting closer. They broke into a run and charged towards the tower. We shot down dozens and dozens but they wouldn't stop coming. The last we killed at the tower's gates with our swords.\n\nIt was then that the wizard came outside. He thanked us for our help, but something seemed strange about him. He had an unnatural gleam in his eyes. He began to wave his hands and chant, and we saw one of the bodies rise up. He was no wizard, he was a necromancer.\" Darius gives Callos a strange look.\n\n \"Nothing dead should ever come to life once more, no matter how much they are missed. We were filled with shame for what we had done, we had killed scores of innocent people so a madman could raise them to work his evils upon the world. Yet another burden I had to carry. We fought with the necromancer, and after a quick skirmish my brother slew him with an arrow in the chest...\n\nAt least, we thought he slew him. As we turned to leave a whooshing sound came from behind us. I turned to see a firey blast radiating from the necromancer's hands. I fell to the floor, managing to avoid most of the blow, but my brother was consumed. The fire, the same fire that has never left me, tore him apart. When I could see again, my brother was nothing but a husk and the necromancer was about to finish me off. Full of rage, more than would seem possible, I shot him dead in the forehead.\n\nLooking back on it, it was kind of beautiful. Notching the arrow, pulling back the drawstring, and letting it soar all in a split second. The blood sprayed all over the ground and my face as the man collapsed into a heap on the floor. This time I made sure he was dead. I took my brothers corpse, leaving the necromancer with three arrows in the head.\n\nI buried him in a nice, peaceful spot. A secluded area in the woods somewhere. I said my prayers to Tyr for him and then left. I bought my bow, so I could turn the fire that had wronged me against my enemies. I traveled the land, but all my exploits of that time were all a blur. The only constant was that the fire kept following me, I thought it was gone, but it was deep inside me soul... probably still is.\n\nAll these years I've had nothing to live for, no reason to keep going, no goals, no way to get revenge. All that I can do is sit and watch as the years go by, as the fire consumes my soul. Whatever I did I was always just along for the ride, I never cared about who I helped or what I did.\n\nI can't live, yet somehow I'm still living. I say a prayer to Tyr every time I notch an arrow so I can try and find some reason for my life. But of life I've learned this: there is no reason, all you can do is live. I don't know what has happened to me over the past few days, I believe the darkness inside of me finally won. It's just been a hopeless struggle, but when I gave away that firey bow just now, I think I gave away the darkness inside of me. I don't know if it's still there, I don't really know anything... I don't even know who I am. But I know that all I can do is keep myself alive, keep all of you alive. And that's what I plan to do, we aren't dying down here.\n\nWho am I? What's my purpose? I don't know anymore, but I think I used to, and I just hope some day my reason for living will return.\" \n\nDarius finishes.\n\nHis knees are weak and shaky, but he manages to rise to his feet. Holding onto the rail with his left hand, he gazes off into the darkness, watching the stars..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe dour half-orc looks less than impressed by Darius's story. He growls low, his tone a touch cold,\n\n\" That's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Who needs a reason ta live? The whole point'a living is just that, being alive. The fact that ya ain't slit yer own throat proves that. \"\n\nHe gives the archer an appraising look, his voice softening slightly,\n\n\" I've served beside hundreds'a people with sad stories ta tell, and not one'a them ever let it reduce them ta a useless sobbing git. Because they decided that being alive was worth living for. \"\n\nThrowing a glance at Lissa, as if to ensure she's still there, and to the boatman, one of distrust, the burly orc picks his way across the deck over to Darius, armored footfalls heavy against the deck. Craning his head back to look the man straight in the eye, he unslings his heavy bow and quiver, shoving them roughly in his direction, speaking sharply,\n\n\" So buck up, so I don't have ta toss ya overboard. That bow's seen me through seven years a militias and bush fighting, two border wars, and another four as a sellsword. Don't let it go to waste. \"\n\nWith nothing further ta add, the now-unarmed orc shuffles back over to his original position, resuming his wary watch over the boat's occupants." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Who needs a reason to live? Well, I just know my life had one once, and I was a lot better off then.\n\nNow I have no reason, so tell me Lumpy... why is life worth living for? Because I when I get out of here I fully intend to slit my own throat. \n\nDarius lets Lumpy come up to him and meets his gaze with cold eyes. He keeps his arms across his chest, not taking the bow from the half-orc. If the half-orc pushes it he lets the bow drop to the deck." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n\"So Lumpy, my dear idiot, should you hit him or should I?\" Hajih looks at Darius from his position on the floor." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts, \" Then yer useless.. Completely useless, and it's yer fault. \"\n\nHe throws a look at Hajih, a touch of irritation in his voice, \" Hit him? Hells, I say we throw him overboard. I don't need some mopy brat pissing me off and risking everyone else's life down here. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'm still waiting for you to answer my question, orc.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc's voice is contemptuous, \" I don't owe ya an answer ta anything, coward. I got all the reason I need without sharing it with ya. If yer too busy indulging yerself in yer tragic past ta find one'a yer own? I'll buy ya a nice shiny dagger when we get ta Telflamm. \"\n\nLumpy's nostrils flare beneath his shattered nose, \" 'Til then, lily-liver? Plenty'a us are perfectly fine with living, so don't screw it up. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"You think I'm being self-indulgent? Who was the little man who lost their precious Shredder or whatever the hell you named that flail, and wouldn't take another weapon because you had to use mine?\n\nDid I once say that I would hold back from fighting, or hold back anything for that matter? There's nothing that gives you even half the right to call me a coward.\n\nIf you think I'm not game for a fight, then try me.\" \n\nA little manic gleam flashes past Darius' eyes as he smiles.\n\n I t o l d y o u ... " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" Everyone just shut up. We're too close to getting out of here to start killing each other now, \" Sheyra says, looking very annoyed." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Yeah, she's right, you should stop bickering.\" Fizahn looks at the people arguing clearly confused as to how it started. Giving up, he draws a long breath and looks at Callos. \"Sethra is a millenia old evil necromancer. He was best friends with Sarloc, a fellow mage, but snapped and vowed to hunt down Sarloc and all his descendants after Sarloc married the girl he liked. Sethra killed Sarloc's wife, but Sarloc hunted him down and confronted him in the crypt of some snake creature that Sethra was using as a base. Sarlock and his companions ensued in a great battle against Sethra. Once they finally defeated Sethra's body, only Sarloc remained. Sethra's mind fled into a fire opal and he proceeded to try and take over Sarloc. Sarloc realized what was happening and killed himself. Somehow, the crypt was sealed and remained undisturbed for hundreds of years, until a group of foolish adventurers decided to explore it for profit. Sethra possessed the ranger Graevic and fled, leaving the group baffled. He decided to resume his hunt for Sarloc's heirs. The group remained utterly confused until an ingenious gnome found the ranger's badger animal companion and spoke with it. The extraordinary gnome was able to determine the starting points of their search. Later, they found Graevic unpossessed and a map to some keep. They followed the directions on the map and fought their way through the keep. In a room on the lower levels, they fought and destroyed a great demon but the keep started collapsing, so they had to flee through a portal.\" Fizahn pauses and repeats any parts he is asked to until everyone understands who Sethra is. If asked about any part that includes him, he throws in some more good adjectives." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nAs Sheyra and Fizhan begin to try and calm him and Lumpy down he grins, twirling his sword in a little circle through the air, and turns to listen." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems perfectly content to ignore the other's attempt to break up the argument, \" Oh, good one, pointing that out. everyone's got a rough patch, but if ya ain't noticed, I'm here now, and ya got yer sword back. I've already moved on, and found a new, perfectly valid reason fer it. \"\n\nHe snorts belligerently, \" Ya wanna fight? Fine, if ya think ya've got the courage ta cut down an orc with no weapons, come with it then. But make no mistake, ain't many on this boat who'll think higher of ya fer it, and least of all me, coward. \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nSagging his head, he covers his forehead with a hand. \"Good god, enough! Darius, he's right. Most people in this boat have put a great deal of effort into staying alive, and talking about how you plan on killing yourself is a sure way to tick them off. It comes off very badly. Personally, I think you need to look a little harder at your situation and what your brother would want you to do. Take me, now. Here I am, practically naked, nearly unarmed, down in the dark with no idea when it is or where we are. This isn't fun for me, y'know? But I'm gonna get out of this hole, alive, and so can you. That's my purpose- living to see another day. How many people can claim the story we will have, traversing the underdark and the sunless seas? Ordinary men, petty men, or men who genuinely don't have a purpose, they don't pull things like that off, and I think when you're out, you'll see yourself differently.\" \n\nHe looks over at the half orc and shrugs.\n \"Lumpy, don't keep going with him. We all have to listen to it and it'll make everyone crazy. He'll get better as time goes- no use forcing him through it. Deny that part of him that wants a fight the option, and it'll wither away.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Lumpy \n \"You won't be thinking anything when I'm through with you... dead men don't think.\" he says, continuing to twirl his sword with a grin.\n\n H e h e h e h ... " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Hey, ferryman. I'll trade you these fine pants in exchange for you giving this guy a mind-wedgie.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy bares his fangs in an amused smirk, just watching Darius as if urging for him to get on with it. Regardless, after a short while he returns to his silent sigil of the others and the sea around them, well aware he's the only one left who can see in the dark." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius chuckles. He too is waiting for Lumpy to make the first move, but it appears that neither the archer or the half-orc will yet.\n\nHe sits back to watch the waves, waiting patiently." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Lumpy and Darius angrily when he is interrupted. Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a gold coin and starts flipping it. \"I suppose you don't really want to hear about Sethra then. I guess you can ask Linda about it if you want to. I'll only say one more thing, then you all can just ignore the gnome if you want to.\" Fizahn looks at Darius and tosses his coin to him. \"There are two purposes in life, Darius. The first is to be used by a god in the cosmic war where they're all jockeying for power over their rivals and using clueless individuals to advance their power over the other gods. Examples: Lissa, Trinark, any paladin or cleric. The other purpose is to gather enough of those-\" Fizahn motions to the gold coin that he tossed Darius. \"- and use them to change the world in your favor and immortalize yourself in lore. Very few nobles and kings do this, they love their money too much to get rid of it, but the one's that do invest time in changing things are remembered forever! People with no purpose are forgotten practically before they die, so I suggest you choose one of those.\" Having said his piece, Fizahn goes and lies down as far away from the argument as possible, while staying a greater distance away from the ferryman." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius, catches the coin with a grin and flips it over in his hand.\n\n \"Eh, Sethra can go get eaten by a kobold for all I care... and that's a nice way of looking at things.\" \n\nDarius sighs contently and rests hid head against a boat wall." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra groans at the bickering adventurers again. \" The first one who starts fighting here is getting a fist in their face, \" she says, \" And yes, I know it's sort of funny using violence to deter violence. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n How long is it that I've been with these people? Three, four days? I think five if I count the first day. Five days of my life... All five. They have years behind to reflect upon, and all I have is five days with loonies who keep reflecting on thier past. \n\n\"Sigh\"\n\n What are those guys arguing about now? " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Funny, Sheyra? That's simply life.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The illithid ignores the squabbling, and eventually the party falls into a sullen silence.\n\nFor many hours, the ferry moves quietly through the water, keeping the cliffs off to starboard.\n\nA faint light appears in the distance. The longboat makes a small course adjustment and heads toward the light source. After another half hour, it becomes clear that the ferry is approaching another dock. A purplish glow emanates from a lantern dangling from a weathered post.\n\nSix silhouetted figures rise to their feet as the ferry approaches. One figure remains crouched on the stone dock. A glint of light reflects off of a chain leading from the crouching figure's neck to the hand of one of the standing figures." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'm hopin we're here and this isn't some sort of pit stop. I'm also hoping that thing on the chain is a dog... but I'm assuming I'm wrong in both aspects...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the longboat nears the dock, it becomes obvious that the standing humanoids are drow warriors. The crouching, chained figure appears to be a human or half-elf.\n\nAs the boat glides closer, the illithid moves toward the bow and tosses a rope toward the waiting drow ...\n\nTwo of the warriors catch it and begin pulling. All six of the warriors are clad in glistening, black chainmail and pointed helms, with stylized spider detailing. Their rapiers are sheathed, and their crossbows are slung over their backs, but their light gray and purple eyes are hard, and several of the drow bear scars marking them as veteran soldiers.\n\nThe crouching humanoid is female. Filthy, matted hair obscures her face, and she is dressed in little more than rags. Her bare feet are cut and bleeding, and she shivers convulsively. One of the drow tugs on the chain attached to a collar around her neck, pulling her to her feet." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nShrinking back into the concealing shadows of the longboat, he observes the Drow warriors on the dock and abandons any hope of using the darkness for cover, his darker eye shining in the gloom with a distinctly predatory glint. \"Oh yes . I even have a clever post-kill witticism thought up,\" he whispers to the others near him." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I'm not sure that guy...\" \n\nDarius points to the mind flayer.\n\n \"Will be too happy with your post-kill witticism, or even your kill for that matter Djital. I think fighting on this boat probably won't happen....\n\nIf it does, this is gonna be one helluva fight, if it doesn't... well this is gonna be one helluva awkward trip.\" \n \"I'm gonna need my bow back. he whispers with a sigh.\n\nDarius smartly swivels around in his seat to look at the drow. \"Well howdy fellas! You speaky Common? Yes? No?\" \n\nDarius points to himself \"Me Darius! " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nHe tilts his head over to Darius, whispering very quietly. \"Nah nah nah.. probably not on his boat. That'd be rude.\" With a conspiratorial nod, he sits up and addresses the first Drow soldier to board with undercommon and a smile, halting the pronunciation just enough that they won't be able to tell if any mis-used words were deliberate or the result of unfamiliarity with the language.\n\n \"Pleasure to eat you.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nTurning to the group, Hajih addresses the passengers in a low voice \"Someone mentioned drow warriors? Looks like something was listening, we can free that slave and get our stuff back from the...\" he pauses to spit on the ground \"...Mind Flayer.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"If the mind flayer has any business sense, he'll kick us off the boat and let us kill the drow. If we give him all six of their brains, he might give us our stuff back. I'm sure he'd prefer the six drow brains to the one brain they're going to give him from their slave. He might even loan Darius back his bow if he thinks it will get him more brains. He doesn't care about the drow or us. He just cares about getting brains and he'd get more if we killed the drow.\" Fizahn whispers this to the rest of his group while looking suspiciously at the mind flayer. His hand goes to his dagger as the boat nears the dock." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Drow? Why drow? Why can't it be something completely utterly harmless like bunnies or a sparrow? Stinkin drow. \"\n\nThe necromancer mumbled this to himself even as he stood and brushed the dirt off of his purple robes and shuffled to where Djital and Darius were standing at the side of the boat. Oh, no. They wouldn't really taunt the dark elves would they? I mean I intend on at least trying to rescue the woman but would rather get the first strike in. \n\n\" 'ello my good drow! \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The mind flayer's thoughts enter your minds like a stone breaking a pane of glass. There will be NO fighting among my passengers! The ferry and the docks are neutral ground. \n\nThe illithid replies to Fizahn specifically. If all I wanted were brains, yours and your companions would have been forfeited the moment we met. I am a businessman, the ferry is my business, and I have a reputation to maintain. So once again let me be clear: there will be NO fighting. \n\n[hr]\nThe drow soldiers ignore your taunts and greetings. Wordlessly, they board the longboat, taking seats on the other side of the mast from you. One hands the chained captive over to the mind flayer, whose tentacles twitch with anticipated pleasure.\n\nAs the woman realizes what is about to happen, she moans with fear and her knees buckle. She collapses onto the deck sobbing, \"Please! No! Please, not like this! Anything but this!\"\n\nShe turns her face towards your party. She has startlingly blue eyes and would probably have been considered pretty except that fear has twisted her features into a mask of horror. \"Please help me! Please help me!\"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nSpeaking to no one in particular, \"Of course not on or around the boat. That would break the contract that keeps varied groups of people from killing each other or fearing harm from the ferryman. I respect that, and naturally, we can use this as an exercise to control our baser natures, and refrain from violence while in the company of fellow sentient, law-respecting, edible beings.\" \n\nHe sighs, and turns toward the party, noticeably agitated by the cries of the captive. \"Are we going to buy her or what? These pants will probably do it, because they are the most valuable object to the party. If you don't believe me, think about how much you'd rather that I kept them on.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn listens to Djital and his eyes widen in horror. \"NONONO! The drow are very intent on sacrificing her! And I'm sure the mind flayer would rather not get cheated out of a fresh disgusting brain!\" And I might have to break the mind flayer's rule if you took them off! " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Ya know, rescuing her might be a pretty good idea... I bet she'd look pretty good if we just cleaned her up a little.\" \n\nDarius lets out something thats sounds like a half-chuckle, half-sigh and leans back to watch the show.\n\n \"Sorry ma'am, but that'd be putting my own ass on the line... This is gonna be nasty.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow are as uninterested in the fate of the female slave as a traveller would be in a copper piece handed over at a turnstile.\n\nThe slave begs for mercy until her screams are muffled by the illithid's tentacles. She struggles futilely until her skull fractures with an audible crack . The actual consumption of her brain takes surprisingly little time, and her corpse is discarded with about as much fanfare as an orange peel.\n\nHer body splashes overboard. The water churns as unseen creatures beneath the boat divide and devour her carcass.\n\nThe illithid wipes some gore from its cloak, then resumes his post at the bow of the longboat. In response to his silent mental commands, the creatures below the boat propel the vessel forward. As the boat leaves the dock, the suspended lamp on the dock goes out, leaving the single swinging lantern on the boat's mast as the only source of illumination once again." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz, semi-disgusted Elf Rogue \n\nAeroz shudders at the illithid's eating of the fema;e's drow's brain and looks up at the ceiling for a bit.\n\n\" So... \" Aeroz says as he looks towards the mind flayer \" I didn't catch your name. What was it again? \n\n[OOC: Heya folks, I'll be back to regular posting just after new years. Also, if Ss-man and Trinark are splitting up, possibly getting newer party members that will hopefully rejoin the main party, I'm guessing things are going to get a little more hectic. Still, fun fun.]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan gives out another sigh. Though he and his friends could have done something, they choose what is best, not what is good. Action would lead to their doom, inaction to hers. Did the situation make it correct for them to choose their decision, or should they have acted?\n\n Another corpse in our wake. Another victim of the underdark, swallowed up by it's shadows and the specters within. \n\n(OOC: And Elthan takes a swing towards the darkside folks. Half a ten day old and already learning from his firends. Hugs(knife)" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"I.. I.. don't feel that well.\" \n\nFrowning, he lays down on the first convenient, facing away from everyone in the boat. His shoulders shake for several minutes, then hold still, moving only with his almost imperceptible breath.\n\n I was part of something like that. I. Me. There will be a reckoning. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius tries his best to speak only in earshot of the party. \"Say fellas, you don't suppose the mind flayer would mind if we killed the drow after we got off the boat, do you?\" \n Mind flayer would mind . Heheh, I kill myself " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" I... I think I'm going to be sick, \" Sheyra moans, leaning over the side of the boat. There's nothing in her stomach, though, so she just hangs there like a throw rug. A few minutes later, she comes back up again, looking like all the blood has been drained out of her body. \" Can't take any more of this, \" she whispers, rocking back and forth as she holds her legs to her chest. \" Lucky Lissa... I want to gouge out my eyes but it won't help...I can't un-see it... \" She hides her head behind her hands and starts sobbing." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy watches the display with a hardened expression, one that does nothing to hide his distaste, though he makes no move to look away. When it's all said and done, he turns to keep an eye on the drow now sharing the boat with them. Neutral ground or not, there wasn't any sense in taking a chance with it; slowly, the broad orc shifts, shuffling to take a posiition between Lissa and the dark elves.\n\nThe scarred warrior growls a soft sigh, glancing back at Sheyra,\n\n\" Ain't no such thing as unseeing things.. Even if ya think ya have, they keep cropping up when ya ain't expecting them. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nGagging slightly the ranger mutters \"I need a drink.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Now there's an idea, Hajih.\" \n\nDarius calls to the mind flayer, \"Hey buddy, can we get some complimentary water on our trip? Maybe a bag of peanuts or two?\" \n\nDarius to the drow with a chuckle. \"How you guys, got any food or drinks? Got any booze? We could have a regular old party right here. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is hard to tell whether the mind flayer is annoyed or amused by the reaction from the different party members. He ignores Aeroz's question and instead focuses on Sheyra's retching.\n\n So much emotion over the death of a single slave, little one?\n\nYou have have no sense of proportion. Where is the weeping and gnashing of teeth for the thousands of humans and elves being slain at this very moment in Cormanthor by the armies of the Baneson? What about the recent annihilation of your own people at the hands of the Mulhorandi?\n\nI would expect the existence of that much death and suffering to completely incapacitate you, if you find the consumption of a single human so distressing.\n\nOr is the manner of the slave's death that upsets you?\n\nAs if the slaughter of pigs and cows and sheep and fowl, and the boiling and burning of their dead flesh is somehow less nauseating? Can you not smell the hypocrisy? \n\n[hr]\nMore hours pass in uncomfortable silence. Although Elthan estimates that less than five days have passed in the Underdark, Elthan disagrees and suspects that more than a tenday has slipped by. All that can be said for sure is that no one has eaten for far too long, and hunger is beginning to weaken all of you.\n\nOccasionally, one or two of you at a time nods off into a light dreamless slumber. In an ironic twist of fate, the illithid longboat is the safest place your party has been since leaving the surface. At least there seems to be no need for an fixed watch.\n\n[hr]\nFor many of you, this is the first time you have had a chance to observe dark elves (besides Trinark) up close. Whereas Trinark was rescued in a bedraggled almost naked condition, these drow are in their prime, impeccably dressed and equipped.\n\nEven the most anti-drow among you are forced to admit that they are a handsome race. Like all of their kind, the soldiers have flawless obsidian skin (except for an occasional battle scar), and their white hair is perfectly groomed. They sit with perfect posture and flash perfectly straight white teeth as they converse softly amongst themselves. Their armor is elegant and well-polished, with an unusual oily gleam. Their shield insignia mean little to most of you, but if Trinark were here, he would recognize this squad as a unit from Undrek'Thoz (specifically from Phaundakulzan).\n\nAs the journey drags on, the drow notice that none of you are eating anything. At first one drow, then all six, pull a couple of rations from their packs. One of the soldiers slides towards your party, offering a neat stack of a dozen standard issue drow battle rations.\n\nIn broken Common he offers the food to all of you. \"Eat. Eat. Good taste.\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Please indicate if your character accepts the rations. Those who do not will begin to take starvation damage. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nAfter the slave had been consumed the mage fell into silence, refusing to speak as the time passes and he observes the others at what they do. The very feel of the Underdark sent shivers running up and down his back and he spent his time in contemplation of many things. Like his stomach, what he had heard in the others minds, the story of Sethra, the mind flayer, and what had been revealed by the arguement between Lumpy and Darius. Of more importance to him was what was to be done about the drow and...their suddenly offered food? This was odd. Oh well. No use looking a gift horse in the mouth. With a solemn nod the mage took the food and broke off just a tiny piece to eat first, seeing if anything tasted off about it." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at the drow in surprise as the food is offered. The illithid doesn't want fighting on his ship so I doubt he'd want poisoning. I don't really trust the drow, but I'm in no position to refuse food. Fizahn thanks the drow and takes the food. He hesitantly begins to eat it." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius laughs gleefully, \"Haha! So you guys can understand me! Thanks for the food man!\" \n\nDarius takes the food, wolfing it down." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger\n\n\"Well its not a drink, but sure, I'll take it.\" Accepting the rations Hajih gives a small bow, just slightly more that a bobbing of the head." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nThough the parties recent act of inaction had left him slightly colder than before, the drows offer lightened him slightly. Even among those who they would call enemies, there is compasion. He takes one of the rations, and nods his head to the drow.\n\"Thank you.\"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n It's not just her, Sheyra thinks, almost hoping the illithid is listening. It's her, and Thokk, and Sedryn, and that boy we shot, and my guards, and my father, and everyone else who's died in this senseless \"quest.\" \n\nShe looks up and takes some of the food from the drow. As upset as she is, she is still starving." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz ignores the illithid ignoring him and sits silently during the trip. When the drow offers him food, he sneers but the pain he feels in his stomach changes his mind. He takes the rations but eats slowly, just in case." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, thankful to be blind \n\nThrough the slave's grisly demise, Lissa was huddled into a ball with her hands clamped over her ears. Her expression was unreadable, since her face was pressed into her knees. Oh gods, talk about a dilemma! I know I should stop this, Baravar, but how? I'm blind and grossly outnumbered, starving in unfamiliar territory! \n\nOnce she thinks the mind flayer's meal is over, Lissa uncurls, just in time to hear Sheyra and the mind flayer's telepathic response. She reaches in the girl's direction tentatively, brushing across a couple different hands before she finds one that's slender and callused enough for a young human monk. \"We do what we can, when we can, Sheyra.\" Lissa swallows. \"Helplessness is one of the worst feelings there is. But we've just got to keep going and hope for the best. Otherwise we'll end up like that gloomy git over there.\" She manages a crooked smile, nodding in the direction she last heard Darius. \"And you're right, this is one of the few times I've been glad to be blinded.\" \n\nAt the drow's offer of food, Lissa smiles politely and reaches in the direction of the voice. \"Thank you. I am blind, would you please put the food in my hand?\" Her Undercommon is strongly accented, but understandable. Once she gets the food, Lissa forces herself to eat only a small bite at first, trying to smell or taste any poisons. (If she doesn't detect anything amiss, she'll eat half of the ration with a lot of water and save the other half for later.) Huh, talk about dealing with the devil. I'm in no position to be picky though, that's for sure. Wish the druid had come with us; he might have been able to catch some fish. Hmm... I wonder... \n \"Hajih, do you know how to fish? For that matter, does anyone else?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe big orc accepts one of the drow rations with a grunt, inspecting it carefully. For a long while it seems as if he might not be willing to eat it, but fatigue eventually wins out over distrust. He was still trying to recover from wounds, after all, and food was food, even if they'd managed to poison it.\n\nEating the small bit of food in a few huge bites with little fanfare. He glances over at Lissa,\n\n \"Fishing's easy, if ya got a pole, or a good net or something. And a lake. Lake-fishing is easier than sea-fishing. I don't think we got any'a that.\" " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nWhen the Drow offer the food, a lost expression spreads over his face, and after a pause, he accepts it.\n\n \"Thank you.\" \n\nRavenously eating the rations hides any emotions that might be visible, but he continues to glance at the Drow from time to time from the corners of his eye, trying to understand who to hate, or whether it's even worth hanging on to things like that.\n\n Derry down, down, hey derry down, it's the world turned upside down.. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Each drow battle ration is neatly wrapped in oiled paper, carefully folded into an origami-like package.\n\nWhen you unwrap the paper, you discover several pieces of unleavened bread, two pieces of dried meat, and a small round pastry.\n\nThe bread is light and crispy, with a light taste that hints at vanilla. The origin of the meat is unknown, but it is tender and savory, with a mild spiciness. The round pastry is tart and delicious, with currant and blueberry notes.\n\nThe drow cuisine is surprisingly filling and agreeable. Your stomachs are happily filled for the first time in many days.\n\nPerhaps it is the fact that your stomachs are full, or perhaps it is the gentle rocking of the boat, or perhaps the quiet whisperings of the drow conversing amongst themselves ... one by one, you drop off into a deep, restful slumber.\n\n[hr]\nYou start awake with a jolt ... how long have you been sleeping? For a moment, you suspect that you had been poisoned by the drow, but your body feels rested and refreshed and seems to have suffered no ill-effects from the rations.\n\nThe drow are no longer on board, having apparently been dropped off while you were sleeping. A small dock lies just off the starboard bow, and the illithid ferryman is tying the longboat to a mooring.\n\n End of the line, sleepyheads. Watch your step getting off of the boat ... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Hey, wuzzat? Where'd those guys go?\" \n\nDarius yawns and rolls off his seat. \"Mm thirsty...\" \n\nHe wipes sleepy sand from his eyes, and struggles up. \"Well that was some ride.\" he says sleepily." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAfter the slave is consumed, Achkby turns his back on the main part of the boat, sitting mute in the stern (which then becomes the prow) of the craft, leafing through his own thoughts.\n\n[hr]\nWhen Achkby hears the Drows' offer, he turns, quite surprised, and gratefully (though perhaps a bit hesitantly) takes the food offered him.\n\n I have heard... that they are an evil race. That all denizens of this underworld are cruel and without compassion. Yet I have met many surface folk who would not be so kind to starving strangers.\n\n...And I might as well say it. \n\nHe announces to the Drow, \" I have heard naught but ill about your ilk. Yet that is the kindest gesture I have encountered from any stranger in a long time. \"\nHe nods brusquely, and begins unwrapping his packet. He eats its contents slowly, trying to chew every trace of nourishment and flavor he possibly can from its substance.\n\n[hr]\nAchkby wakes slowly, and grudgingly pulls himself back to the unfortunate reality that is existence in the Underdark.\n\n Great. End of the line seems to be the middle of nowhere. of course, I can't tell once piece of this infernal darkness from any other... \n\n\" Er... where exactly are we? \" he ventures to ask the ferryman." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPulling himself up off the boat, Hajih stands up and helps Lissa up \"Alright folks, follow me.\" \n\nHajih climbs onto the dock and looks for a passage." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz disembarks and when hearing Hajh's comment about following him, he grimaces. \" I'm still not to keen on following your directions Hajh. \". The elf turns to the ferryman; \" Uh, do you know a reliable and safe route to Teflamm from here? It would be much appreciated. \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nAs the boat nudges the dock, he disembarks the boat without looking back and silently joins the others on shore, carefully avoiding the monster filled water." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Uhhh Wait...I fell ASLEEP?! Callos jerked up and whipped his head around quickly to make sure everyone and thing was still there. Then tentavily he raised a hand up and felt along his head to make sure there weren't any gaping holes there. After his brief inspection he sighed in relief and slowly got off of the ferry keeping an eye on the ferryman." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The mind flayer unties the longboat and it begins to drift away from the dock.\n\n Follow the path to Sphur Pentak. I have heard that within its walls lies at least one portal to the Realms Above ... \n\nWith that, the illithid ferry heads out into the Glimmersea, and soon its sole lantern fades into the distance, becoming just another \"star\" in the Sea.\n\n[hr]\nThe faint illumination from the \"sky\" allows you to see an irregular cobblestone path that wends its way up from the beach toward a large cavernous opening.\n\nFollowing Hajih, you follow the only path available to you until you stand at the cavern's entrance.\n\nThe cavern is enormous and dark. Even with the assistance of your everburning torches, it is difficult to see how high and wide the cavern actually is. At the far end of the cavern, probably a 1/4 mile away, faint lights mark a crenellated wall that seals off the rear part of the giant cave. As you approach, a pair of enormous stone doors, at least 100 ft high, looms in the center of the wall." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan fell aslepp easily enough on the ship, feeling safe enough in that no one wants to mess with an Illithid. When he awakens, he remains quite grogy, and unwillingly walks towards some destination as opposed to traversing it in a vehicle.\nElthans head slowly falls upward for his eyes to meet the top of the doorway. Though his eyes are half-closed with now feighned tiredness, he sees cleaerly thier not easily opening the door.\n\"Sooo...Anyone have a miniature giant hidden somewhere? Unless those on the other side will let us in, we're not getting in.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy walks along with amazing confidence for an orc without a weapon. But with a filled stomach and the assurance that his vision wouldn't be led astray in the darkness, there was some small feelling of security to things. He continues to glance around frequently, keeping an eye out for anywhere and ambush might be sprung, or a crack for some monster to worm out of; this place was poison, an utter death-pit.\n\nHe eyes the doors as they near them, scowling slightly as he tries to estimate their size. Eventually, he shrugs, \" Won't know 'til we get there, now will we? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After a quick march, you approach the stone walls of Sphur Pentak. Everburning lanterns are placed at fixed intervals along the crenellations, but there are no obvious sentries manning the wall.\n\nThe stone doors are truly enormous, each one ten times as tall as it is wide. Elaborate carvings cover the entirety of the doors, depicting various Underdark flora and fauna and, presumably, famous locations.\n\nEntering the city, as it turns out, will not be a problem as the doors have already been forced open.\n\nClaw marks are visible, gouged into the stone about two or three feet above eye level. Whatever made the marks was at least eight or nine feet tall and strong enough to pull one of the massive doors open.\n\nThere is no challenge from above and no sound from within. The space between the doors is three feet wide and a hundred tall - a sinister dark slit. If the mind flayer is to be believed, beyond the doorway lies passage to the surface ...\n\n\n\nOOC: If you enter the city, I will need a marching order, three or four abreast. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby walks in silence, at first straining his eyes to see into the gloom, but eventually resigning himself to letting others watch for danger -- or help.\n I actually wouldn't mind running into some more Dark Elves. They were nice back on the boat... and maybe if they have food, we can barter for some. \n\nWhen they stop at the doors, he thinks, these are enormous. It's really rather fantastic down here. If only I could figure out how to see, I might actually grow to like it. \n\n\" We are definitely going in, \" he announces. \" If the way out of this unbearable darknes is in there, we are going in. \"\n\nHe takes a few steps forward, and waits forthe others to come along with him." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih stares at the gouge marks for a moment then draws Thokk's sword.\n\n(Hajih will linger near the middle)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius pulls his sword out of his sheath, twirling it a circle again. His eyes seem to gleam when he does this.\n\nHe chuckles quietly, \"Simple pleasures, friend...\" he says to himself.\n\nHe examines the claw marks. \"Don't hesitate.\" he says, once again to no one, and enters in the front of the party." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior Pugilist \n\nLumpy growls as the other hurry to rush in. It was amazing how they accused him of being rerckless the way they acted sometimes. His voice rings out, scarcely more than a hiss,\n\n\" Gods ferbid ya spend twenty or thirty more seconds in the dark actually being cautious. \"\n\nThe surly orc jerks an armored thumb back to thunk hollowly against his chestplate,\n\n\" I go first, 'cause I can see without the torches. Anyone with decent nightsight sticks ta the middle and keeps their eyes on the flanks and rear. And if fighting goes down, ya gotta keep them lights protected, 'cause they're all ya got. \n\nPausing at the threshold, Lumpy surveys the claw-marks on the door, peering for a moment through the open gates before slowly stepping though." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nCarefully removing his sword from the pants, he walks up to one of the clawmarks and reaches up to trace his free hand along it. Shaking his head as he steps back to position himself to the right of one of the torchbearers, he shivers. \"I'd say that I didn't want to know what happened here, but I really do. And for sun's sake people, can we listen to Lumpy and form up proper-like first?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSeeing as everyone else has drawn weapons, Aeroz chooses not to, but keeps his hand on his rapier, just in case something does come up.\n\n\" Well, hopefully after this we'll finally reach the surface. And some real food, and maybe even a comfortable bed if we end up some place preferable. \"\n\nAeroz takes a position in the middle of the cluster, allowing whoever would go first to go first.\n\n[OOC: Unless it was given to Hajh when I was away, I thought that Thokk's bastard sword was in Aeroz's posession.]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Ahh, I don't see whats wrong with this place. A little paint and some renovations and it could be livable \"\n\nCallos slipped toward the back of the party and kept his eyes constantly roaming around the darkness around them, muttering to himself for a long moment before looking out behind him again." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You slip between the massive stone doors, bracing for ... anything really.\n\nYou enter Sphur Pentak (a medium sized town of low one or two story buildings and wide boulevards) cautiously and begin carefully exploring the city.\n\nStreetlamps glow softly at every corner, and lanterns hang outside some of the larger structures, but the streets are deserted. Truly, it appears that \"the lights are on, but no one is home.\"\n\nIt is immediately obvious that the doorways (simple post and lintel construction) and ceilings (6 ft high) are sized for smaller humanoids. Lissa, Achkby, and Fizahn find the scale comfortable and familiar, but the other members of the party are forced to hunch over indoors.\n\nAfter exporing a few buildings, another anomaly is noticed - the entire city is made of stone, not just the walls of the buildings, but every object. The \"wooden\" doorframes and shingles are actually stone cunningly carved with \"grain\". At first it appears that perhaps the entire city was magically petrified , but on closer inspection, you note clear signs that the stone has been carved. The carving is intricate and artistic, but definitely representational (rather than some kind of transmutation).\n\nYou find stone furniture like tables, chairs, and chamberpots, even beds carefully carved with unmade bedsheets. You find household items like pots and pans, ladles and forks, even \"half filled\" mugs. In one home, you find a stone roasted chicken sitting on a table. The fireplaces have stone logs and ashes. In a larger building that appears to be a stable, you find stone \"hay\" and tack carved onto the walls. Hajih even notes stone \"road apples\" in the street, carefully carved to mimic actual droppings.\n\nThe city appears to be an exquisitely detailed \"model\" of an actual surface town. There is no sign of any kind of catastrophic event, though an occasional chair has been tipped over. There is no explanation for why the city exists or where its inhabitants are ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, this is just great! Find some food, and we can't eat it. Who the hell makes food outta stone!? Stupid city...\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, from somewhere in the middle of the party, adds, \" I don't care that much about food right now. There is supposed to be a way out in this city, but if there's no one here, I don't see how we're going to find it. \"\n\nHe pauses for a moment, and then asks, \" Does Sphur Pentak mean anything in Undercommon, or Elven, or some language? I don't think it's any meaning in Draconic... \"\n\n[OOC]Does it?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, blind rogue \n\nLissa's nimble fingers run over the carvings nearest her position in the middle of the group, and she shakes her head. \"Incredible. Absolutely incredible. Baravar, I wish I could see this- the detail I feel here is amazing!\" Only her left hand is busy exploring; the right wields her now-unsheathed rapier. \"But who in the Underdark would simulate wood grain, and why? And the work would have to have been done by someone who has seen and touched woodwork on a large scale, which means they would have to have been to the surface.\" Lissa frowns, hand running over a carved apple. \"You don't see many Underdark natives on the surface, mostly because they tend to get shot on sight. Maybe not the swirfneblin, but I can't see the Gray Cousins putting so much time and effort into surface detail like this...\" She pauses.\n\n \"Um. You people WILL tell me if you see the least little sign of attack, right?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, this is getting a little too weird. I wonder, maybe this is all an Illusion of some sort? Either way, the flayer said we could find a portal to the surface here, so I say if we want to figure this whole thing out, we do it fast. \"\n\nAeroz begins to see if any of the stone stuff is actually an illusion, hoping that if it is, there would be real food masked by it." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan Examines the fake droppings, and gives a small chukle.\n\"All the little details... I am reasonably certian there is no reason at all for any of this to be illusory. Let's just try to get to the surface as quickly as possible.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe orc growls defeatedly, \" Godammit, why can't anything EVER be normal down here? Who has this much free time? \"\n\nHis disappointment melts to simmering anger as he smashes a gauntleted fist against the nearest wall, steel on stone throwing off a few sparks. Scowling a bit, he shakes his hand a few times, glancing around with a low rumble in his throat,\n\n\" No, ferget it, I'm sure we don't really wanna know. Let's just find the way out'a this worthless hole \"\n\n At least the humans have to duck. heh \n\nAs they move along, Lumpy also keeps an eye out for anything he can pry up and use as a big stone club. If there's nothing vaguely club shaped he can lay hands on, he'll uproot a whole chair and drag that around, provided they're not too absurdly heavy." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nPicking up the first good sized empty stone mug (or a tankard / stein) that he sees, Djital runs a finger around the inside and then grips it by the handle in his left hand as a sort of improvisational weapon. \"This is simultaneously the most amazing and disturbing thing I have seen in my entire life. Can I make a few suggestions? No extensive looting beyond small, easily returnable souvenirs like this, no splitting up, no entering little dark holes that might be hidden here or there, maybe under a table or behind a bed, and most of all, no yelling 'hello'. Yeah. No yelling of greetings or queries as to anyone being home.\" \n\nAfter an appropriate interval of conversation flow, he perks up again.\n\n \"I've got it. I know what this is. Invasion plans, that's what. All these centuries, those dark elves have been planning to banish the sun and take over the surface world, right? So what would they be doing- practicing! And what would they build a training ground for invading a city out of, 'cause I don't see any trees growing down here? Stone!\"\n\n\"Well, either that or the city shapes itself according to what our perceptions of home is, and then we'll encounter family members from long in the past who will then kill us in our sleep. I heard a tale along those lines once.\" \n\n[ooc: knowledge check on the city name ;)]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz nibbles on a stone ear of corn, nearly chipping a tooth in the process. The stone items do not appear to be illusory.\n\nAchkby and Djital rack their brains, but come up with no interpretation of \"Sphur Pentak\" in other languages that would have any meaning. Hajih thinks that he might have heard of other Underdark cities with the appellation \"Sphur\", but he is not sure.\n\nLumpy picks up and discards a number of different items before settling on a stone cylinder carved to depict a folded up umbrella. He swings it a few times and is satisfied by its heft and balance.\n\n[hr]\nThe city appears to be organized about four main avenues that intersect each other at 90 degree angles forming a \"tic tac toe\" board of sorts, dividing the city into 9 sections.\n\nThe central square is open, but deserted. Stone stalls line the perimeter of the square, filled with fruit, vegetables, and knicknacks - all stone of course.\n\nWhile exploring the square, a flash of blue light down one of the avenues catches Linda's eye. She quickly points it out to the rest of the party, but in a moment, the blue light vanishes ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius gives Djital a funny look, \"Psh... whatever.\" \n\nDarius twirls around to spy the light. \"Here we are, the light at the end of the tunnel. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn follows the others, looking at everything in silent contemplation. \"I personally don't like it. I think it's supposed to be a detailed representation of a city that it's built under. The closer it looks to the city it's underneath might aid in the teleportation process to the surface that... it mentioned. I doubt there's any way for us to figure this out though, so let's just find our way out of here.\" \n Fizahn seems suspicious as Linda tells them about the light. He looks warily down the alley. \"I'll check it out.\" He draws his dagger and begins stealthily padding down the road.\n\nOOC: Move silently 14 (4+10)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" This place is down right eerie. Who builds a city out of stone with such detail? I could almost say that all of this stuff was petrified but what could do that...and where are the people? Can we get out of here quickly? \"\n\nCallos kept his eyes constantly searching around the stone city for any sign of movement or of a light. When Linda speaks up the mage spins around and stares down that way intensely. He was determined not to let anything catch him by surprise if he could. When Fizahn begins to move down towards where the light was he gave a strangled yell of frustration. It seemed as if he would have to spend more time down here." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Maybe I should scan that light--DOH! I'm an idiot... we're all idiots... can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. \n\nAchkby quickly casts a simple spell.\n\n[OOC]Casting Detect Magic . First the area in general, then the place where the light came from. Will, of course, try to aim around party members.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa the sticky-fingered \n\nStill making appreciative noises over the quality of the stonework (at least, the stone she can feel), Lissa locates and pockets a stone pastry, a delicate stone leaf, and a tiny stone figurine of a dancing humanoid from one of the 'market' stalls. I'm sure nobody will miss a few little souvenirs... and I just HAVE to see this craftsmanship once I get my sight back! \n\nShe turns toward the sound of Achkby's voice, recognizing the language of a spell. \"Hey Elthan, Linda... what's he casting?\" , Lissa asks in a low tone." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" I don't know if that's a good idea, \" Sheyra tells Lissa after seeing her palm a stone leaf. \" I can't imagine why, but I have a bad feeling about this place. Of course, that may just be because I was hoping to find some food here. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy taps his umbrella impatiently against the left pauldron of his armor as he stares out towards the direction the light was reported in. Finally, he lets it rest there against his shoulder, chuckling softly, mirthlessly,\n\n\" No, the bad idea was coming down here in the first place. now that we're all blissfully stuck in the thick'a it, ain't much worse we can do. I somehow doubt nicking a few rocks'll put us in it any worse. Whatever awful thing lives here'll find us either way. Just wait fer it. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn pads softly down the street towards the source of the light.\n\nThe faint blue illumination seems to have moved around a corner, down a small alleyway.\n\nAs Fizahn approaches, he hears what sounds like the flapping of small wings. He pauses before turning the corner to see if anyone else will be joining him.\n\nBehind him, Achkby casts detect magic . Interestingly, the stone city does not radiate a magical aura.\n\nAeroz stands apart from the others, hand held ready on his rapier hilt. The elf turns as he hears a faint flapping noise behind the party down a different street ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks at his feet and shakes hs head, thinking on his new findings.\n\n Strange that there's nothing magical here... even where that light came from. Ah, well... \n\n\" Hmmm... that's odd. The city's not magical at all... not even over where that light came from. And, Lissa, it was a simple spell to check for any magic around. it didn't pick up anything except for us, \" he explains, moving closer to the bling gnome. He places a hand on her shoulder, and says quietly, \" Let's head over to where everyone else is going... \"\n\nHe shrugs, and heads in Fizahn's direction." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa frowns, following where Achkby leads. \"No magic at all? That's very strange. The way out must be a mundane tunnel or something then... or it's out of range.\" Her rapier is still out and ready, though it would take an awful lot of luck for Lissa to actually hit anything in her current state." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n[OOC: I had a post last night, but it got deleted by the forum reset]\n\n\" Hold on \" Aeroz whispers \" I think I heard something \"\n\nAeroz draws his rapier and begins to head towards the source of the noise. He keeps his eyes open for anything that could possibly be making the noise." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc sighs, \" Yeah, swell idea.. everytime one of us hears or sees something odd, let's split up and investigate it alone. \"\n\nHe shifts a bit, glancing around down the streets he can see, \" That's exactly what they want, is ta get us all antsy and spread out. Basic night tactics. \"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nMoving closer to Callos and Lumpy, he scans the houses and shadows for movement. \"Right. Mages to the center and swordsmen facing out sounds like a winner to me. We might even make it through without gettin' jumped, if'n everyone doesn't go off on on their lonesome.\" \n\n He holds his short sword in a ready position and chews at his lip nervously. \"No magic? Huh. Not even a little?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" If magic didn't have some role in this then I'm an honest Cali**e. . Swell idea. Lets get out of here first then wonder what the light was. First we have to get Fizahn though. \"\n\nCallos stuck close by to Lumpy and Djital. He may be good with his hands but in no way could he take on an enemy by himself at this point in time." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n \n Originally Posted by bhdrake \n Lumpy \n\" That's exactly what they want, is ta get us all antsy and spread out. Basic night tactics. \" \n \n\n Great. We've got another predator among us. Well, I hope our predator is a match for whatever's out there... if it is hostile. \n\n \n Originally Posted by Muzzleflash \n Djital \n \"No magic? Huh. Not even a little?\" \n \n\n\" No, not a trace of it. I was surprised too. Either the spell was permanent, or there wasn't magic involved at all. And even if it was permanent, it would have to have been cast a while ago--I'm sure I sense anything remaining from a spell that strong, and large enough to effect this whole city, if it were cast at all recently. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby leads Lissa down the avenue toward Fizahn, who is peeking around a corner to see where the faint blue light went.\n\nAeroz starts walking down a different street followed by one of the Elthans and Linda.\n\nCallos and Djital stay close to Lumpy who growls with frustration as the party members impulsively split off in different directions.\n\nHajih lingers in the center of the square, Thokk's sword drawn and held nervously. Sheyra stands close to one of the stalls, unsure of whether to keep an eye on Lissa or to stay with the rest of the group. Elthan II seems to be missing ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Oop, I meant to stay with the rest of the party.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n You know, Lumpy might be right, maybe we shouldn't spread out too much. \n\nAchkby stops Lissa only a little ways towards Fizahn. \" Er... maybe we shouldn't venture too far away from everybody else. You really aren't much good in a fight. I didn't mean to lead you out here where it might be unsafe... I don't really think it is unsafe, actually, but you never know... maybe we should stay back with the rest in the square. \"\n\nHe starts leading her back. \" It's really the most strategically advantageous place to be, anyway... \" he adds unconvincingly.\n\n What a coward. But of course... discretion is the better part of valor, and cowardice is really the better part of discretion, so it's really valiant of you to be heading back to the square. \n ... \n Gods, that argument won't even fool me, let alone anyone else. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan comes walking back into the square after answering the call of nature inside one of the houses.\n\n\"Well, now that I am relieved of my Ioun stone, my metabolism seems to be active again. So, whats this I overheard about a light or other? Where'd everyone go Hajih?\"\n\n(OOC: I posted, but it got deleted like a few others.)" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nNodding to Elthan II, Hajih holds his sword ready \"Gone, however we should stay here... never know what kinda filthy monsters are out there.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius notices the disappearance of the second Elthan, and head over to the first. \"Hey, are you that punk, or did he just lose himself?\" \n\n(OOC: Forums didn't work for me for the past few days)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Hmm, ok. Whatever they saw probally isn't worth it. Anyway, I want to search the perimiter for alternate passages. At least one of them would bound to lead upwards. Go get whoever else decided not to follow the others so we're not too thinned in numbers.\"" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nStage whispering to those near him, \"Dammit, why is everyone seperating off like that? Callos, stay with Lumpy. I'm going to try my hand at herding cats. I will be returning.\" \n\nHe then darts off through the shadows, if any provide concealment, to the central square, motioning silently for Lissa, Hajih, and Sheyra to join him. If they follow, he will watchfully lead them back to Lumpy and Callos. Otherwise, he sneaks back with a frustrated look on his face.\n\n[ooc: that's where they are, right?]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc.. Umbrellamaster \n\nThe dour orc seems to ponder things for a bit, glancing to and fro, his eyes glitterin in the dark. As of yet, he was still supremely confident in his vision; even with the flickering torchlight, no one else could match orcish eyes in the dark. He made up his mind, calling out soft but forceful, gravel undertone wearing through,\n\n\" Alright, if ya can hear me, listen up, 'cause this is how it's gonna be. We're gonna square up all nice-like with the soft folk in the middle, llike anyone with sense does. Then we're gonna gather up all these stragglers, and we're gonna look this place up and down street by street until we find a way out or a way up. Anyone with magic that, oh I dunno, can read minds, might wanna think about it, 'cause if there's flying there may just be some thinking too. \"\n\nHe raps his umbrella against his armor again, generating a sharp CLACK before continuing,\n\n\" If ya got objections, or if ya just don't like me, tough. How it's gonna be, and if ya wanna wander off and do yer thing, I ain't stopping ya, and I ain't stopping fer ya neither. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks around him, surprised to find he's wandered out of sight of the group. Yeah, splitting up is a bad idea. I am the scout, but I shouldn't leave their vision. That might be too dangerous. He quickly backtracks his way back to the group, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure the winged creature, whatever it it, does not attack him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Fizahn peers around the corner, he spots a gnome-sized figure standing at the far end of the alley. The creature appears to be glowing softly. Geometric tattoos create interesting patterns over her skin. She folds her bat-like wings gracefully as she looks directly at Fizahn with large cat-like eyes.\n\nShe calls out to him in Undercommon, but he can't understand what she is saying.\n\nWhen Lumpy calls out, Fizahn turns his head back toward the main party. When Fizahn looks down the alley again, the creature is gone ...\n\n[hr]\nThe party reconvenes in the main square, forming a loose perimeter with the more vulnerable members of the party in the center.\n\nFizahn relays his encounter to the group. Aeroz wasn't able to see what caused the flapping noise he heard, but presumably it was another one of the same creatures.\n\n[hr]\nA faint crashing can be heard down one of the main avenues, opposite to the street where Fizahn encountered the glowing creature.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: XP opportunity in the OOC thread. Check it out. " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra hears Lumpy and decides to join up with him. She is very eager to not get separated." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Believe me Lumpy, I'm way ahead of you. Just make sure nothing comes from the otherside. I can only focus one way. \"\n\nCallos inched closer to the armored half-orc and moved his fingers quickly in the motions of spellcasting before finishing with a flourish. Turning the cone of his spell in many directions but first starting with where everyone else is. Sensing mostly for foreign thoughts he tries to avoid invading others minds though when he heard the crash he spun towards it quickly." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius, strolling along next to the party, kicking the dirt below his heels. \"Fizahn, I think the thing you saw is probably what lives here in this city. You said this thing looked like a gnome? Maybe... maybe they used to live above, but then something forced them to come down here... something really, really strange.\n\nFor some reason, they rebuilt their city down here, but in the way that we now see it. Maybe they'd lost the ability, or the materials, to make a real city with real food and other things. Maybe they don't eat or drink like we do, and this whole city is just a mockery of their former lives... Maybe something bad happened to them...\n\nHeh, maybe something bad's about to happen to us.\" \n\n((There's my crappy guess.))" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nTaking an appropriate defensive position, he continues scanning the darkness, nervously talking to whoever listens. \"This is all wrong. Where are the stone people? The stone animals? Oh dear god, they want to turn US into their stone people!\"\n\nI'm gonna stick close, but just out to the side as stealthed as can be. Someone shows up, I'll bury this in their back.\" \n\nHe flourishes the short sword for effect and skulks along as close to the party as possible while still being able to blend with what shadows exist and move silently.\n\n[ooc: move silently and hide, right? ;)]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lieutenent Lumpy \n\nThe orcish campaigner keeps silent for a bit, as if trying to make up his mind on the right course of action. When he speaks, his words are full of conviction, though they lack the sort of commanding air a true leader might have,\n\n\" Alright. Stick tight, and don't go running off fer nothing short'a the apocalypse. We're gonna track down one'a these things and try and figure out what the blazes is going on. We start by finding out what the Hell that just was. \" He flicks his umbrella tip towards the crash to emphasize the point, Alright, step ta it, and keep yer eyes open and magic.. magicking.. or whatever \"\n\nHe starts marching himself, leading the others by a few steps. He does pause for a moment for an aside to Djital, tapping one of his own eyes, \" Things down here don't see shadow the same way ya do. I'd stick ta solid cover. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party begins to move down one of the avenues, towards the crashing sounds, though the noises seem to have stopped for the moment.\n\nThe street is wide, allowing everyone to spread out, yet stay within visual contact. You appear to be walking into a commercial district. Stone signs hang outside of each entrance, advertising dry goods, armor, weapons, fashionable clothing draped on stone mannikins, hats, candles, rugs, ... almost any kind of store you can think of seems to be represented.\n\nSoon you begin to see the first signs of destruction - shattered stone lying in the streets. It looks as though someone or something has been trying to either loot or vandalize the stores in this area.\n\nCallos continues to scan the area for thoughts. Once or twice he seems to sense something, but the thoughts, if that is what they are, seem to be just at the limits of his range, and he can not get a fix on them." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius kicks at a broken shard of stone. \"A door? No, a scratched-up door. A city? No, a stone city. Friendly people? No, a light somewhere far off, flapping noises, a weird thing that looks like halfling-bats with tattoos... and now broken stone on the floor.\n\nNext there's the arm without a body lyin' on the floor, then the skulls, the head on a pike, then BOO! Big scary monster roaring in our face...\n\nI am getting sick and tired of this! Why are they playing mind games with us dammit!? Why don't they just jump out and attack? What the hell are they waiting for!? I cannot fight an unseen enemy!\" \n Where are they? Where are they? \n\n((EDIT: Spelling))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nEverytime he felt the flicker of another beings thoughts he tried to grab hold of it with his spell but it always seemed to slip away from him. So with a frustrated growl he pointed in the direction he had felt the flashes and said softly.\n\n\" I can't get a grasp on anything at all so I'm not sure...but I felt something down those ways. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz moves into the store that seems to be selling weapons, and looks around for anything of interest (Better Rapiers, armor, ect). If it is completely ransacked, he will try another store, looking for things of interest." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy gives the broken rock a critical going-over, incredulity creeping into his tone,\n\n\" Great. So we got someone trying ta break into stone stores with stones, ta try and steal stone goods. Let's just file that away for future use. Sure it'll be real useful. \"\n\nThe cynical orc ceases his inspection of the rock to turn his attention to the floor around it.\n\n\" Keep yer eyes and ears open. Whatever's taunting us ain't gonna pass up the chance ta do it again. Count on it. \"\n\n(( OOC Search to find tracks or anything unusual about the debris: 15 + 1 = 16 ))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Hey orc boy, you never know what people leave behind. Whoever may have done this may have dropped stuff, and even if they didn't, it doesnt hurt to look around. \"\n\nAeroz continues his search around the area\n\n[OOC: Search +8, Spot +2]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz pokes around one of the weapon shops. Its shelves and racks are well stocked with stone replicas of conventional weaponry, including bows, swords, and spears. Unfortunately, the stone versions of the items do not seem to be functional, except as large stone clubs (such as the umbrella Lumpy is wielding).\n\nOn closer inspection of the shattered stone lying in the street, you realize that the fragments do not appear to have been taken from the stores lining the avenue. Instead, it is as if statues of animals have been smashed in the street. Some fragments are still recognizable as pieces of stone dogs or the occasional stone horse. These fragments appear to be the first evidence that animate as well as inanimate objects have been carved out of stone. Why the stone animals have been broken is unclear.\n\n[hr]\nAs you continue to explore the ruins, the feeling that you are being stalked becomes almost palpable.\n\nAs you enter a four-way intersection, Callos (using detect thoughts ) and Linda (using detect magic ) simultaneously call out a warning. Looking up, you see a small winged figure, glowing a bright blue, poking his head out from behind the one of the rooftops.\n\nHe looks distressed and calls out frantically in Undercommon. \"Watch out! Here they come!\" With a flutter of bat-like wings, he is gone.\n\n\"They are all around us!\" cries out Linda as she scans down each of the four streets. Lumpy sees them first, lumbering stone creatures 8 ft tall with massive claws. One approaches from each direction, converging on your position.\n\nAs they march, they seem to be chanting in a robotic monotone.\n\n\n\nOOC: The stone sentinels are approaching from the north, south, east, and west. Those of you that can understand Undercommon recognize their chant: \"Danger! Intruder alert! Danger!\" The effect would be almost comical if their claws didn't look so menacing ... " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nDoing a fast double take at what is approaching them from each direction, he immediately abandons any semblance of stealth and yells at the top of his lungs in Undercommon to where the small creature vanished, \"Hey! Come back here, you little mosquito! I want to talk! Are you scared of us, or the security golems? What's going on here?!\" \n \"Think fast, guys. I'd like to be up on a roof right now, but we could just charge past one and go after that flying thing. Callos, y'know the time at that place when you blinded the thing? That could work.\" \n It's not the golems that are buggin' me. I can work with this situation. It's that I'm expecting to see a smashed human statue any minute now... one that walked or rode into this city. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's head snaps around as she hears the bass, monotone chant of the golems. \"They're saying 'Danger! Intruder alert!', just repeating it over and over... whoever or whatever the hells they are. Must be the local guard force. Would somebody please describe them for me?\" The blind gnome begins hastily feeling around her for a climbable surface. \"I'm not going to be much use in a fight, and will probably be a liability. If anyone can see something I could climb nearby, feel free to speak up.\" \n\n\nOOC: Search +4 [normal +8, -4 for blindness], check = 11 .\n\nIf she finds something to climb...\nClimb +2 [normal +6, -4 for blindness], check = 20 . Now that's more like it!" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shuffles in place, tracing a quick circle as he glances around the intersection, thick lips pursed in irritation,\n\n\" Well, they're four or five heads taller than me, made out of stone.. no surprise , and have claws. paint a good picture fer ya? \"\n\nThe crafty orc glances around quickly, formulating ideas. They were surrounded now, and in a bad tactical position, with four nasty looking combatants closing in on a broad indefensible point. He had no real weapon, many of the others were similarily ill equipped, and they had a casualty unfit for fighting in tow. He'd never made much of a commander, but the game seemed pretty clear laid before him now.\n\n\" Alright! We ain't staying here, so it's time ta move along. We need ta move down one way, try and cut off the angles we gotta defend until we can find an out somewhere. \" He gestures down one of the four pathways, preferably the one that looks like it might have more door or alleyways they might slip down,\n\" That way.. Look fer a side path or something. Very least, we cut off their approach if we gotta fight. \"\n\nHe glances at Lissa scrabbling for something to climb up, growling a soft sigh. He moves over to pick her up, speaking a low warning as he does so,\n\n\" We'll find something, but we gotta go quick fer now. Just keep calm. Worse comes ta worse, I'll get ya onto a roof. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"That's what they're sayin'? Intruder alert? Oh man... Come back blue fairy! We need your help! C'mon we need your help fairy!\" \n\nI can't hurt stone man, that's rock solid! That's unstoppable! That's, that's... I need ale.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n( If still has a lock on blue things thoughts )\n\nOnce he saw the blue head peeking out with a frightened look he knew it couldn't end well. After all how did every other thing in the Underdark respond when frightened? With force. That was when the stone guardians stepped out and began to advance on them\n\n\" I hate it when I'm right. Hey blue thing! Come back here! We're not intruders! We're just trying to get to the surface from here! Call of the guard! If you want to talk to that blue thing then we better hurry before we get entrapped here. Stupid stone...No Djital I can't! I can't blind something without eyes and I can't see that blue thing anymore. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz steps out of the store with his rapier drawn. Looking at the stone creatures approaching, he mutters quietly \" Won't work.. \" in elven. He sheathes his weapon and takes out Sedryn's heavy mace.\n\n\" Any of you have any clue what those things are? Any ideas at all? Besides it being a nasty stone beastie? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\nGulp. \" No... unless... I don't think so. \n\n\" But wither way I do not like the way it is not looking at us. I'll follow you, Lumpy. \"\n\n' Come on, Lissa, \" he says, moving to lead her after the others.\n\n[OOC]Knowledge (Arcana) +9. If I roll, 14+9=23.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "At first, Achkby assumes that the sentinels must be stone golems. He knows that golems of all types are created by magically binding a spirit from the earth plane into a physical construct. Stone golems are extremely powerful, difficult to create and to defeat.\n\nOn further reflection, however, Achkby notes that the four stone creatures that seem to be guarding Sphur Pentak appear to have been carved to resemble trolls or perhaps large wingless gargoyles - an atypical form for a stone golem. Also, they lack the runes or inscribed symbols typically present on a typical stone golem, that give them their immunity to magical spells and near invulnerability.\n\n[hr]\nThe stone creatures close in from all four directions. Following Lumpy's lead, your party scoots toward one of the sentinels, then quickly ducks down a side alley, hoping to escape from their ambush.\n\nThe alley is narrow, only 10 ft wide or so, with artfully carved stone \"trash\" strewn about. A few stone barrels and crates lie against the walls. The alley takes sharp turn to the right, then a sharp turn to the left, then abruptly dead ends after about 100 feet.\n\nThe surrounding walls are only about 10 feet high and can probably be climbed by at least some of you, but those of you in armor might have some trouble escaping to the rooftops ...\n\nThe ground trembles as the stone sentinels enter the alley. They will likely turn the last corner in only a few moments." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nPanting hard as they party flees through the alleyways, Achkby gasps out, \" I thought... that they.. were prob... ably... golems... of stone..., but I don't... see any... runes. ... And it's the magic... in the runes... that make... golems... so... hard... to hurt... with magic... and... harden... the stone. ... So at least... if we have... to fight... they won't... be quite... as tough... to fell... as they might... be. ... For what... it's worth. \"\n\nAs they run into the dead end, Achkby skids to a stop. He glances around wildly, and then leans down, panting, with his hands on his knees. \" Oh... Gods. ... Hlal, help me!\nWhat do we do... now? " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, thank Tyr for chain shirts...\" Darius says, gritting his teeth. He then leans over with a grin and whispers something in Achkby's ear \"You should be the one doin' this, buddy.\" \n\nHe winks, picks up Lissa with a \"Hold on.\" and starts climbing.\n\n((EDIT: Me no spell good))" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"...Balls. Climb you thakkers, climb!\" \n\nDjital sets down the mug and sword, charges at the wall, and pulls his way up just enough to peer over the edge. After checking the coast, he drops back down to his knees to give boosts to the 'shorter' members of the party and those with armor, stuffing the mug into whatever pack is handy.\n\n \"You shortfolk that don't want to be tossed over, better get a leg up now.\" \n\n[ooc: assist another on climb checks, me no good at closing quotes]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Those of you who intend to climb to the roof, please make a Climb check (DC 20). Don't forget to add armor check penalties and penalties for encumbrance (including any gnomes you might happen to be carrying). " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, the Unphysically Fit \n\n\" Stupid stone creatures...stupid blue creature...stupid stone city...stupid Underdark....and stupid running and climbing! \"\n\nClearly physical activity was not Callos's strong suit and at the suggestion of climbing up one of the walls he openly groaned.\n\n\" Thrice damnit! Why does Mystra spit me with climbing?! \"\n\nEven with his complainging the lany man wasted no time in beginning to try and climb up the wall as quickly as he could, even though he struggled at it, barely even to keep his hand holds.\n\n((Climb check: 3-1=2 Edit: I don't think I've ever been used as a stool efore.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Thanks, \" says Achkby. He back up a few paces, and mutters, \" Hlal, grant me your Strength. Brandobaris, grant me your Agility and Acrobaticness. \"\n\nAnd, with a running jump and a boost from Callos, tries to scale the wall.\n\n[OOC]If I can somehow make it apply, 16+1=17 for a jump. And for a climb... holy ! There is no effing way, but I kid you not... 19+1=20.\nYou know what, I don't deserve that. Is there a dice roller you'd rather have me do it on?\nI'm totally serious. I should reroll that somewhere. In all fairness.[/OOC]\n\nEDIT: [OOC]You know... I may have found religion. Can you be a Cleric of two dieties at once?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly follows all the other party members as they flee. He skids to a halt near the wall, sweating heavily. He looks at the wall hopelessly. \"I never was a particularly good climber. Couldn't hang on long enough to find the hand holds.\" He begins climbing the wall as fast as he can. Almost immediately, his hand slips and he falls back down. A string of gnomish curses emerge from the little man.\n\nOOC: Well, Achkby's just feeding off the rotten luck of Fizahn and Callos... Natural one by the way..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAfter seeing Fizahn try and scale the wall and messing it up even more then he did the mage couldn't help but laugh long and hard. Even after Ackby had spring boarded off of him to make it up the wall. Soon though he turned to Fizahn and smirked grimly\n\n\" Help each other then? When your ready to try again just use me as a boost like someone else did. \"\n\n((I'm used to people feeding off my luck.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa, climbing blind \n\nAided by Djital's boost, Lissa manages to nimbly scramble up the wall, albeit at half her normal speed since she's feeling for hand- and footholds all the way. One can only imagine how she must climb when she can see. \"Thanks, Djital! Great job, Achkby!\" She pulls her trusty coil of rope out of her haversack, then a grappling hook. It takes some fumbling, but she manages to fasten the rope to the hook. Lissa holds it out in the direction she last heard climbing. \"Would somebody set the hook and toss the rope over for anyone who needs it? It'll take me a lot longer to find a secure spot than anyone else.\" \n\n\n(OOC: Can I keep the Climb check I rolled last post? Pretty please?)" }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital, frantic fighter \n \"Go, go, go!\" \n\nAfter Fizahn fumbles and hits the ground, he nods to Callos and grabs the gnome, preparing to heave him up to the roof and then climb up himself.\n\n[ooc]If Callos helps, we'll toss Fizahn up onto the roof, and then help each other up. Callos is lighter I think, so he goes up and then hangs onto the rope while I scale it, then I help hold it too and draw everyone up ASAP. I don't know how we roll tossing a gnome, though.[/ooc]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy throws one last glance down the alley way, then turns, feral growl bubbling up in his throat. Hooking the handle of his umbrella through his belt, Lumpy grabs for Fizahn, one hand going for the scruff of the gnome's neck, the other for a leg,\n\n\" Just get up there! \"\n\nPresuming Fizahn doesn't fight his way free, Lumpy will lift him over his head (he can lift another 200 easily) and heave him upwards, throwing him roofward. ((OOC str check, if needed, 17 + 4 = 21))\n\nIf he succeeds with Fizahn, Lumpy will next grab Callos. With the taller man, Lumpy will go for the ankles and try and lift him high enough to grab the rooftop. After that, he'll brace himself against the wall next to Djital, his back and shoulders serving as a five foot high stepping stone. he waves at Djital,\n\n\" Him, then me. Like wlkling up stairs. I can't possibly make this any easier. Get to it! \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Oops. I meant to jump off Djital. I can't tell the two of you apart. :P\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Here! \" says Achkby to Lissa (assuming no one minds that roll), grabbing the grappling hook from her and trying to jam it somewhere secure." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Dammit, this isn't working!\" \n\nHe scrabbles for a hold on the wall, trying to push Callos up further but failing to muster the strength to give him any boost. Changing his strategy, he tries to grab and haul himself up, but can't quite get up.\n\n \"Someone seat that grapple and toss the rope down! Lumpy, help me shove Callos up, we're gonna need some extra weight at the end of that line to get us up.\" \n\n[ooc: str check = 2 (natural 1), climb check = 8 (+2)]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nWhen Elthan reaches the wall, he quickly tosses down his backpack and rumages through. He doesn't say anything until he triumphantly comes up for air with a silk rope.\n\n\"Ok, I'll toss this up to whoever gets up their first. The rest of us can climb up with it with the first up keeping it steady.\"\n\n(OOC: A rope + a wall to brace against = Climb a caster can make(DC 5) by the book. We should be safe climbing up that.)" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nAfter Elthan throws up the rope Hajih will stand at the bottom of the rope, helping everyone up. Once everyone is up, Hajih will quickly scale the rope.\n\n(Climb: 15)\n\n \"Trice damned underdark! Isn’t anything down here trying to kill us or eat our brains?\" Looking slightly distracted he adds \"I suppose having our brains eaten would kill us, however...\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Oh come on! Up you go friend! Everyone up! \"\n\nAfter Djital tried to lift him up he grabbed his heavier friend and tried the same.\n\n(( Strength Check: 11-1=10))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Hajh, shut up and climb \"\n\nAeroz begins his ascent.\n\n[OOC: Climb result: 7+1+2=10]" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" Damned mind flayer, \" Sheyra groans as she stands near the entrance to the alley, covering the party's escape. \" If it weren't for the fact that many of us are weaponless, we could probably take these things. \" Once everyone else is on the roof, she runs back to the rope and climbs up it.\n\nClimb: 13" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius sees that Lissa is being boosted up, and begins climbing on his own.\n\n((+7 to Climb. -1 Check Penalty. 12+7-1=18))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby springs off of Callos' shoulders onto a \"thatched\" stone roof. Though blind, Lissa is able to clamber onto the roof as well, with some assistance from Djital.\n\nFizahn ends up falling onto his small ass when he fails to find a good handhold. His cheeks redden when Callos can't help bursting out laughing.\n\nLumpy isn't laughing as his grabs Fizahn and literally throws the gnome up onto the roof.\n\nOne of the Elthans manages to dig a rope out of his backpack. The two Elthans and Hajih toss the rope up to Achkby who attempts to tie the rope to Lissa's grappling hook.\n\nAeroz, Callos, Djital, and Darius gather by the rope awaiting their turn to climb up. The Elthans climb up first, but before the rest of you can climb the rope, Linda calls out, \"Too late! They're here!\"\n\n[hr]\nSheyra stands alone, blocking the alleyway with her small frame. The first stone sentinel turns the corner, still chanting in Undercommon. Without hesitating, Sheyra slams her bare fist into the creature's groin. Linda stands about 30 feet behind Sheyra and does her best to help out with a set of magic missiles . Their combined attacks rock the large stone \"troll\", raising a cloud of dust and fragments of shattered stone.\n\nWithout emotion, the stone sentinel raises a massive clawed hand ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Sheyra and Linda attempt to hold off the four stone creatures. The \"little people\" and the two Elthans have climbed to relative safety. The rest of you are left waiting by the rope. One character can climb to safety per round (you will have to work out the order amongst yourselves). " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe burly orc growls a soft sigh, turning to face the sentinels. He glances down at the stone umbrella hooked at his belt, then at the stone troll. With a resigned but dterrmined scowl, he unhooks the improved weapon from his belt,\n\n\" Hurry up and get up there, will ya? Ain't gonna have all day. \"\n\nWithout another word, he raises the umbrella, gripping it firmly, two-handed. With a feral cry befitting of he ancestry, he charges.\n\n Here's to a good shot before it breaks \n\n((OOC: Lumpy charges the sentinal at the entrance, provided there's a path. Otherwise, move and attack\n\nAttack: 9 + 9 - 4(improvised weapon) + (2 if charging) = 14(16)\n\nDamage: 5 + 6 = 11\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy charges, ducking under the sentinel's claws, and slamming his umbrella into the creature's knee. The half-orc's hands sting as stone rebounds off of stone.\n\nThe sentinel ignores the half-orc and instead slashes downward at Sheyra. Its claws are as sharp as polished obsidian as it opens up three parallel lacerations across her back." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Climb well.\" \n\nAs he scoops up the beautifully crafted short sword from the ground, his eyes harden and seem to focus on a point far beyond anything in the alleyway. Spitting out a curse, and then screaming in undercommon, Djital charges the stone sentinel.\n\n \"Hey, oversized walking toy! DANGER THIS!\" \n\nPositioning himself between Lumpy and Sheyra if possible, Djital thrusts his sword into the creature, tensing his legs as he prepares to dodge from the imminent retaliation.\n\n Just got to hold it long enough. Just long enough. Just enough. Just.. \n\nAfter the attack, at the first available opportunity he will pull/shove Sheyra behind him and urge her to the rope.\n\n[ooc: attack: 7 + 5bab + 2charge +5 sword = 19,\ndamage: 1d6+1 plus the +5 bonus? = 7, or 2 if I'm wrong, hopefully this didn't get bungled up with the math, and I can use dodge against a charged opponent?]\n\n[edited for style and then for an obvious thinko]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy is actually fighting with an umbrella.. sheesh \n\nThe sting in his palms was a familiar feeling, no doubt, but it served as a harsh reminder of the inadequacy of his erstwhile weapon. With no cushioning, one blow felt like a days worth of fighting against his hands. And it didn't even look like he'd hurt it, which bothered him even more. But there was nothing else to it but to swallow the unease and discomfort and stick with it. The stout orc gritted his fangs as he shifted stances, drawing up a tighter defence. the growl emerging from his throat was constant now, an absolute in counterpoint with the sentinel's alarming commands. He shifts forward, trying to edge the others away from the creature's claws,\n\n\" Here, blockhead! \"\n\nWaiting for the most opportune moment, he spares the sentinel a passing swipe from the umbrella, though it's clear he's unwiling to comprimise his defense to do so.\n\n((OOC\nFighting with Expertise -5/+5\n+0 AB, AC 23\n\n12 + 0 = 12\n))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Of all the horrible things...Djital! You stubborn fool! \"\n\nWhen Callos turned to see his friend making a charge towards a stone sentinal.Abandoning the rope for the moment the necromancer turned back and began to weave his hands in an arcane pattern before poitning towards the creature's head with a single finger to release the spell towards it.\n\n((Why not? I'll go for a Blindness spell at the stone \"troll\"))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius takes a good long look at the stone monster. His eyes shift from the rope, to the monster, to the flimsy sword at his side, and then back to the rope.\n\n \"Pssh, yeah right.\" he says as he climbs." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Acid. Now. \n\nAchkby, kneeling at the top of the wall, edges a bit to the side ot get out of Darius's way, and begins a quick chant. A few hissing words and sharp hand gestures conjure another bolt of of acid, which he lets loose at the stone creature.\n\n[OOC] Melf's Acid Arrow . 2+5=7 to hit. If I hit someone else, 6 damage this round and 5 the next.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa is poised near the rope, listening tensely. \"If somebody gets seriously wounded, one of you big folk toss me down there. I've only got two cure light wounds , so think before you throw.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nWorking his way into the combat Hajih thrusts Thokk's Bastard sword towards the gut of the stone 'troll'.\n\n(Attack: 13 + 8= 21)\n(Damage: 4 + 5 = 9)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Though badly injured, Sheyra continues to press the attack, kicking the sentinel in the legs while dodging its claws.\n\nLumpy remains at her side, doing his best to batter the stone construct into submission with his umbrella, while at the same time defending himself as best he can.\n\nHajih and Djital rush to their aid. Djital is knocked aside by one of the creature's claws, but Thokk's bastard sword (wielded by Hajih) sword bites deeply into the creature's thigh.\n\nAchkby tries to burn the creature with acid, but it is hard to get stable footing up on the roof, and his aim is slightly off. Meanwhile, Callos attempts to blind it, but his spell seems to have no significant effect.\n\nThe two Elthans and Linda coordinate their attacks, sending a swarm of magic missiles into the sentinel's chest. A spider web of cracks appears across the construct's body ...\n\n[hr]\nDarius rushes up the rope to relative safety.\n\n\nOOC: Sheyra hits. Lumpy misses. Djital is hit by an AoO as he charges and misses. Hajih hits. Achkby misses. Callos spell has no effect. The Elthans and Linda use a coordinated set of magic missiles." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe mage swore vehmently when he discovered what he had thought in the first place. The blindness spell would not work on these stone creatures. Turning back to the rope he spat in his hands and rubbed them together as he prepared to start again. Gripping the rope he struggled to pull himself up it.\n\n((Can't get on a dice roller right now, think you can roll this Strength check DR? It has a -1 on it.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby curses a bit in his native tongue, and thinks feverishly of what he can possibly do now.\n\n How much power can I pour out at it? \n\nHe takes a deep breath, and mutters two quick prayers\n'' Brandobaris, give me your aim. Hlal, your might \"\n\nThen he begins casting a spell, drawing down into his reserves of magical power to cast a spell built from whatever medium he can muster. He casts slowly, deliberately, and it manifests as fire. He holds the feeling for a moment, and a few more syllebles transform the power to a force he is more familiar with.\nAchkby suddenly flings out an arm, and a thin line of crackling electricity shoots towards the 'troll.'\n\n[OOC] Scorching Ray , electrified. To hit... 8+5=13, unfortunately. And I'm probably shooting into combat. If I get someone else, 17 damage. :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nSomething about being ignored really bothered Lumpy. Sure, he hated getting beat up as much as everyone else, but it was fairly embarassing to be passed up in favor of a little girl. Growling, he abandons his defense, just trying to hit the stupid thing. His growl intensifies as the crude weapon slips up in his grip, the blow falling short yet again.\n\n((OOC\n\nDrat, 2 + 5 = 7\n))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nLooking at Sedryn's mace, and then shifting his eyes to his very skinny arm, he shakes his head.\n\n\" I can't do much good down there. \"\n\nAeroz begins to climb the rope, occasionally pausing to see how his comrades are doing.\n\n[OOC: Climb 19 (18+1str)]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The electrified scorching ray strikes the stone sentinel in the center of its chest. There is a buzzing noise and the smell of ozone, then the golem-like creature explodes into a thousand stone fragments, coating Sheyra, Lumpy, Hajih, and Djital in gray debris.\n\n[hr]\nCoughing, the four of them blink the dust from their eyes in time to see a second sentinel loom above them.\n\nBefore anyone can react, the second sentinel slashes viciously at Lumpy, punching through his armor with his claws. Lumpy growls in frustration as he fumbles for a good grip on his stone umbrella, unable to land a solid counter attack.\n\nSheyra's knuckes are bloody and her back is badly lacerated, but she ignores her wounds and concentrates on the second sentinel. She almost seems to relish the combat, as if she is working out her frustrations on the animated constructs.\n\nDjital's shortsword sparks as he chops at the sentinel's leg, but he is unable to land a solid blow.\n\nHajih attacks with Thokk's bastard sword held in both hands. Perhaps Thokk's spirit is guiding his hands, because Hajih leaves large gashes in the stone as he slashes.\n\nLinda (still down in the alley) and the Elthans (up on the roof) continue to pour on the magic missiles , but it is not clear how long they can keep up the barrage.\n\n[hr]\nAeroz and Callos climb to relative safely among the smaller members of the party. They crouch on the sloped stone roof, which has been carved to mimic thatch.\n\nThey watch their companions bravely attempt to hold off the sentinels, cheering as one is obliterated by Achkby's scorching ray . Triumph turns to terror, however, as the roof shudders and a boom sounds from the other side of the roof.\n\nGiant stone claws dig into the roof, as a sentinel climbs up out of the alley, bypassing the melee down below ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat notes posted in the OOC thread. " }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nDespite the blood dripping from her wounds, Sheyra laughs. \" Is that all you've got, ugly? \" she taunts the golems, knowing full well they can't understand her. She pulls a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds from her bag and drinks it.\n\n5+7+3=heal 15" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Stupid stone guard.....oh no. \"\n\nWith a determined scowl the lanky purple robed mage moved into position in between the other casters and smaller folk and the stone sentinal. Determinedly he raised his hands up in a fighting stance as he put his feet into the proper form.\n\n\" Get out of here! I plan on seeing daylight again so I ain't staying in front of this thing for long! \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Guess I just can't stay out of trouble\" Darius says, with a weird look, a cross between a grimace and a grin.\n\nHe unsheathes his blade, and charges the sentinel." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Thank you, Baravar, for handy haversacks,\" Lissa mutters as she plunges a hand into her backpack. Scroll of magic weapon... I want a scroll of magic weapon... Her hand immediately encounters a scroll tube. \"Callos! Don't be stupid! I need you to read this scroll, I can't see to do it, and all the other casters are busy.\" The gnome opens the tube, pulls the scroll out and thrusts the magical parchment in Callos' direction. \"Should be a scroll of magic weapon, and I'm pretty sure it's arcane; I bought it off a wizard. Slap the spell onto Darius' sword, he's the best fighter up here. I think I have another one of those when you're done with that.\" \n\n\nOOC: Yay for the handy haversack's item-on-top property! Retrieve one scroll of magic weapon and attempt to hand it to Callos." }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n\nAs the second stone monster steps into the rubble of the first, Djital falls back while pushing his short sword toward Lumpy, encouraging him to take it and use the more effective weapon. He will then run to the rope and climb up to the second half of the party, while yelling at Callos.\n\n \"Hey! Since when is standing up unarmed to things with sharp claws your job? I'm gonna file a grievance with the local union of doing dumb things!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\n\" Psh its your fault Djital! Your penchant for doing stupid things has rubbed off on me! \"\n\nWhen he heard about the scroll he spun about eyes wide open and ran as fast as he could towards Lissa and grabs the scroll out of her hands.\n\n((I'll take a moment to make sure the scroll is arcane and if I still have any movement left at all I'll start booking for Darius))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe umbrella wasn't working out so well, Lumpy was willing to admit that. He took Djital's sword, letting his improvised club fall to the ground. It felt odd in his gnarled grip - he was unused to fighting with a weapon he couldn't get both hands on, and didn't overly like the feeling it gave him. Still years of militia work, and general employment as an orc-at-arms left their mark, as he took the blade, driving the balanced weapon true.\n\n((OOC: Attack!\n\n19 + 9 = 28\n4 + 4 = 8\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the alley \n\nThe second sentinel focuses its attacks on Lumpy, who defends himself as best he can with Djital's shortsword. The half-orc gives as good as he gets, stabbing and chopping into the construct, leaving chips and gashes.\n\nHajih fights side-by-side with Lumpy, blocking the alleyway.\n\nSheyra spins off to the side and restores herself with a healing potion, never taking her eyes off of the sentinel. Linda covers her by stepping forward with another volley of magic missiles .\n\n[hr]\n On the roof \n\nCallos spins around and takes the scroll from Lissa. He and Darius look at each other for a moment, then Darius unsheathes his sword, and Callos casts magic weapon on it.\n\nMuttering, Darius sprints toward the sentinel just as it gains the roof, and unleashes a mighty blow, shattering half of the stone creature's face. The Elthans refocus their magic missiles to this new threat, blasting it with a flurry of arcane bolts.\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy hits for 8 damage. The sentinel misses with one claw attack and hits with the other for 9 damage. Linda hits with MM for 10 damage. Darius charges and hits for 13 damage. The Elthans hit for 10 damage.\n\nSentinel #2 has taken 54 (36 + 18) damage. Sentinel #4 has taken 23 damage. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Meat Wall \n\nContinuing to slash at the huge stone beast; Hajih calls back to Sheyra, \"Get up to the roof, help Lissa.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce he had slapped the magic weapon spell on Darius's sword Callos yelled back over his shoulder.\n\n\" Lissa do you have any other scrolls? Maybe some offensive ones? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLooking distinctly frustrated, Lissa shakes her head. \"Sorry, that's the most offensive thing I've got!\" She pulls another scroll tube out of the haversack. \"Here's another magic weapon , anyone else need one?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Ahahaha!\" \n\nDarius cackles with glee as he sees the damage his attack does, he flips it backwards over his shoulder as he pulls it away from the sentinel's face. He twirls the blade in a circle and swings violently at his foe." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Waaaah! \" exclaims Achkby as the Sentinel mounts the roof. He backpedals away from it, and unleashes a blast of force without bothering to first transmute its energy.\n\n\" Power, Hlal! \"\n\n[OOC] Scorching Ray : 20+5=25 to hit, 18+5=23 to confirm crit (if applicable). 12 damage on the 4d6; if it somehow doubles, 15 on a second 4d6.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn starts moving past Darius and the other construct. Once he gets to the other side, he peers over and tries to see how many constructs there are. Muttering about darkness, he comes at the construct on the roof with his \"short sword.\"\n\nOOC: 14 (7+7) to hit 3 (1+2) damage if he hits." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nThe young monk briefly considers Hajih's command before scrambling up the rop to face the sentinal on the roof. She attacks it as fiercely as she can.\n\nFlurry of Blows, attack 1: 11 to hit, 9 damage\nAttack 2: Nat 20, 10 damage" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Oh dear, oh dear... \n\nElthan is taken a bit by suprise at the stone constructs appearance on the roof. He walks away from it and cast his favorite spell.\n\n(OOC: Ray of Enfeeblement ;\nRanged Touch Attack- 4 + 2 = 6, miss, but in case- Damage- 6+2)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy reeled back from the second blow, roaring in a mixture of pain and rage. That was two more rents in his armor, the flesh beneath torn wide and bleeding freely. But his burnished plate had seen him through more than one drow ambush, spiders, and a dead priestess - he'd have to have faith it's see him through more.\n\nThe broad shouldered warrior kicked back a steel-clad boot, hobnails throwing off sparks as they gouged into the stone at his feet. Stabilizing himself in a moment, he doesn't miss a beat in rebounding and reestablishing his stance. Between flashing claws, he took quick stock of their situation; they were more or less cornered, and it was clear that climbing was no escape. he should have considered that from the start, but it was too late to have second thoughts about that.\n\nKeeping his sword crossed low, and his free arm high, ready to ward blows from his unprotected face with armored forearm, he made his decision. Time. Time was the thing they had the least of, and the thing they needed most. Time for the mages to work, time for the otherwise inept guide to do some damage. They could win this, but they needed more time. Gritting his fanged jaw tight against the ache of his accumulated wounds, he did what he could - stall,\n\n\" Keep it up! \n JUST DIE, YOU ILL-CRAFTED ROCKHEAPS! \"\n\n((OOC Switching back to expertise, buying some time.\nAC 23, +4 AB\n\n Attack - 20 + 4 = 24 \nToo bad they're immune to crits and all\n Damage - 5 + 4 = 9 \n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the alley \n\nHajih and Lumpy now face the second sentinel alone. Thokk's sword bites into the stone as Hajih strikes the creature with a mighty two-handed blow. Almost simultaneously, Lumpy thrusts the short sword directly into the center of the pseudogolem's chest. A series of cracks spiders outward, and the sentinel crumbles into large chunks of rock that tumble to the ground, forcing the half-orc to dodge to one side.\n\nA third sentinel marches forward, crushing its compatriot underfoot. Reaching downward, it slaps Hajih aside then focuses its stony gaze on Lumpy.\n\n On the roof \n\nThe rest of the party has climbed to the roof only to face yet another pseudogolem sentinel.\n\nDarius whoops with glee as he continues to hack away with his sword, sending chunks of rock flying.\n\nFizahn fights his way through the sentinel's claws in order to stab at it with his \"shortsword.\" Sheyra follows him in, rushing to the attack after zipping up the rope with her usual speed and grace.\n\nElthan misses the creature with a ray of enfeeblement , but Achkby strikes the pseudogolem squarely in the chest with a scorching ray .\n\nThe sentinel reaches out with both claws, catching Darius about the middle. The pseudogolem then begins to rend his body, like a cat would tear at a toy mouse. Blood flies everywhere, splattering Sheyra and Fizahn with gore.\n\n\n\nOOC: Hajih hits with a natural 20 for 7 damage. Lumpy hits for 9 damage. Sentinel #2 is destroyed. Sentinel #3 hits Hajih with a 20 (11 + 9) for 11 damage.\n\nDarius hits with a 22 (14 + 8) for 10 damage. Fizahn is hit by an AoO for 8 damage. Fizahn misses with a 14. Sheyra uses a flurry of blows and hits once for 5 damage (4 + 1). Achkby hits for 12 damage. Sentinel #4 hits Darius twice, with a 24 and a 23, then rends for a total of 34 damage (7 + 9 + 18).\n\nSentinel #4 has taken 50 points of damage.\n\n\n(BTW, I don't think that Sheyra can do 10 points of damage with a single blow, so I rerolled her damage.)\n " }, { "author": "Muzzleflash", "message": " Djital \n \"Stupid things are for doin' when ya have armor or a sword, and we're both naught for naught at the moment, bucko!\" \n\nAs the stone guardian tears at Darius, Djital gasps at the sight of the wounds being inflicted and, without even thinking, dashes up to Darius and takes his longsword, gripping it in both hands and preparing to chop at the 'arms' of the creature.\n\n \"Get him away from it!\" \n\n[ooc: going to Darius and taking his weapon is a full round action, right? since he has 2 hp, he can't be in any mood to resist.]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn does a quick roll to his side to get into flanking position against the golem with Sherya. \"Die pathetic stone-skinned monster!\" He lashes out with his short sword while angrily shouting at the monster.\n\nOOC: Tumble 16 (6+10) To hit 16 (7+7+2) Damage 6 (4+2)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHearing Darius scream, Lissa's head whips around, blind eyes darting about wildly. \"How badly is he hurt? Somebody, either get him to me or get me to him!\" She chants a prayer in Celestial, and although she can't see it, her left hand (the one without the rapier) is surrounded by soft white light.\n\n\nOOC: Burn shield of faith for CLW = 5 hp healing; hold spell." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCallos could only wince at the sight of all of the blood coming out of Darius but he still tryed to think rationally. He approached Lissa quickly and laid a hand on her shoulder gentley guiding her towards where the wounded man was.\n\n\" Come on! If we move him we'll just draw that things attention! \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" Die.. you... stupid... bastard! \" Sheyra yells at the golem as she punches and kicks it.\n\nFlurry of Blows\nAttack 1: 18+2=20, 3 damage\nAttack 2: 8+2=10, 8 damage" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly half-orc would have breathed in a sigh of relief as the second sentinel fell, if he could spare the time to stop panting. Regardless, his elation was tangible, even as the last guardian on the ground lunged through to strike at Hajih.\n\nShaking his head to clear it and regain focus, he lunges at the stone troll, pouring on guarded strikes at it as it turned it's attention back to him. His feet move with surprising speed for the normally limping warrior, but through the dust and debris of the two fallen golems, he is unable to land a definitive strike, blows skittering off stone hide uselessly. His voice rings out, gravelly and strained, taunts apparently so integral part of his fighting that he spares the wind for it. What starts out a series of vitriolic cursing and insults in orcish eventually melds into common,\n\n\" Almost there! \"\n\n((OOC Still with expertise\n\n\n 8 + 4 = 12 " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa trots along where Callos guides her, listening to try and gauge the positions of Darius and the stone monster. Her foot encounters something soft and wet- Darius's hand, wet with his own blood. \"Is this Darius in front of me? Good. Cover me, someone!\" Quickly Lissa bends over and presses her glowing hand onto the fallen fighter's body. The glow dissipates, and Darius seems to be breathing a bit easier. He still looks pretty bad, though.\n\n\nOOC: And move with Callos, releasing the prepared CLW once she gets to Darius. That last bit might be next turn- I can't remember if releasing a held spell is free or standard." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\n\" May Dragonnes pour from the sky upon the heads of whatever created these infernal creatures!\nHold on, Darius! Lumpy, Fizahn, get yourselves up here! \" he calls out loudly.\n\nHe beings casting his spell of long, loopy gestures and harsh words once again, adding the twist to shape its manifestation more to his liking.\n\n\" May I strike once again, \" he intones, and releases the bolt. Electrical energy courses towards the construct.\n\n[OOC]Nat1+5=6 to hit (DAMN! Karma for the 20.). For good measure, 18 damage to whatever he does hit.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nStanding up, Hajih slides in beside the stone 'monster' and stabs the creature with all his strength\n\n(Attack: 18 +8=26, Damage 10+5= 15)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the alley \n\nLumpy and Hajih hack and slash at the sentinel as best they can, chips of rock flying everywhere as steel rings against stone.\n\nThe construct fights back, raking Lumpy with its claws again. Both Lumpy and Hajih manage to avoid Darius' fate however.\n\n On the roof \n\nFizahn rolls to the side and stabs the construct in the foot. The sentinel finds the attack irrelevant.\n\nDarius seems to be going into shock. He hardly complains when Djital dodges in bare-chested and unarmored and grabs his sword. Although Djital's act is brave and decisive, it is also foolhardy. Djital barely has time to scream a challenge at the sentinel before he is cut down and shredded by its formidable stone claws.\n\nCallos manages to drag Darius over to where Lissa is waiting. She quickly lays hands on him, shocked at how bloody he is. The hemorrhaging slows somewhat, but the fighter is still critically wounded, and Djital may be even worse off ...\n\nLinda is on her feet now (having just gained the roof). She sends a trio of magic missiles into the construct. \"Those were my last ones!\" she exclaims worriedly.\n\nAchkby curses as yet another ray misses its target.\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy misses. Hajih hits. The sentinel misses with a 10 and hits with a 24 for 8 damage.\n\nFizahn misses. The sentinel's AoO misses. Darius is partially healed by Lissa. Achkby misses. Linda autohits with her last MM for 11 points. The sentinel hits with a 17 and a 26 and rends for a total of 33 (7 + 9 + 17)points.\n\nSentinel #3 (in the alley) has taken 8 damage. Sentinel #4 (on the roof) has taken 61 points of damage. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe taste of blood and bile rise in the back of Lumpy's throat, copper tang mixing with sickly sweet - the taste of a losing battle, and he knew it well. He should have told Hajih to head for the roof sooner. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold up long enough now, and he'd be damned if he was the first to cut and run. Throat tensing, his voice calls out, more subdued and directed at Hajih,\n\n\" Back, up the roof now! Ain't gonna hold much longer! \"\n\nHis eyes refocus on the sentinel before him, feet moving in rythm with the fight. That last slash had definately torn something inside him; he felt sluggish already. But if there was a chance to hold up, he had to ignore it and press on. Maintaining the best defense he knew how to, he lashes out at the stone troll again and again. The strangled growl gurgling in the depths of his throat rises to a muffled roar, the manic cry of a soul facing his end.\n\n((OOC\n\n Attack: 17 + 4 = 21, Damage: 2 + 4 = 6 " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Stupid stone beast! I will destroy you!\" Fizahn mixes a few gnomish curses in with his battle cry for good measure. Angrily, he hacks at the construct with all his might. It seems like he might be getting a little too frustrated, because his attack does not appear very accurate.\n\nOOC: 15... (6+7+2) 3 (1+2)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Djital no! Stupid fool its too....DJITAL! \"\n\nA horrified look began to spread over Callos's rapidly paleing face as he watched the brutal blow that Djital took from the stone sentinal. For a long moment Callos could only stand there in shock before he dove for his friend's body. Desparate fingers sought out Djital's neck and the distraught mage felt for any sign of a pulse or a sign of life. Instead all he felt was a cold clamminess that he knew all too well from his younger days underneath his master...the cold pallor of death.\n\n\" NOOOOOO! HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE! HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE DOWN HERE! \"\n\nThe mage wailed in despair as he began to climb up to his feet and turned towards the stone guard with a look that could have melted mithril. His teeth and hands clenched it was all Callos could do to keep from sobbing on the spot though tears still stung his eyes. With a roar of rage and sorrow Callos dived towards the stone creature, arms spread wide in an attempt to pull it against him where he might have a little more of an advantage or at least give it to his companions. Even as he dived though images of the time Djital and he had spent together flashed in front of his eyes and deep down the survivor that was Callos knew he would have no regrets if he died in this act.\n\n((Cinematics aside Callos is enraged enough to attempt to grapple this stone creature and try and crush the life out of it.))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nAt first he doesn't even seem to notice his wounds, and he grips the sword tightly when Djital attempts to take it.\n\nThen the pain hits. \"Mmfh.\" Instead of words, blood drips out of his mouth. He almost drops the sword into Djital's hands as he falls to his knees.\n\n \"I didn't... didn't know I had this much b-blood in me!\" He says to Lissa. He tries to chuckle, but it sends him into a fit of coughing and more blood slips out of his mouth.\n\n \"To think... I wished for this... wished for death...\" He says quietly as he is healed\n\nHis armor is battered. His bow, lost. Even his sword is gone now.\n\n \" How... how could I wish for this?\" \n\nBut also gone, it seems, is his will to die.\n\n((Internet's been broken lately, sorry I missed last round))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Earlier... \n\nThe newly-minted cleric looks down with blind eyes as her patient speaks. Lissa shakes her head and smiles wryly at Darius. \"'Cause you were being an idiot, that's why. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us.\" Despite her flippant words, her tone is warm.\n\n\n Now... \n\nLissa lets loose with a few choice curses of her own, a mixture of Gnomish, Draconic and Undercommon. \"Callos, you maggot-brained, oversized IMBECILE! Get your skinny rear back here before you get shredded! Or I'll shred you if the monster doesn't!\" Yeah, that's a real fearsome threat coming from a blind gnome. Hearing Fizahn curse, her head turns that way. \"Fizahn, I've still got magic weapon scrolls over here!\" \n\nShe chants the same Celestial prayer, and her hand lights up again. Now Lissa faces a dilemma... heal the person in front of her, or wait for Djital? Hesitating, she bites her lip. Baravar, help me out here... which one do I heal? Unbidden, the sounds of battle intrude- grinding stone, shouts, the impact of spells, ripping flesh. That thing sounds BIG. Djital wasn't wearing any armor, and Callos seems to think he's dead. Didn't Callos say he was a necromancer? I'd think he knows what dead looks like. Taking a deep breath, Lissa again presses her hand onto Darius' chest and releases the spell.\n\n\nOOC: Burn bless for CLW = 6 hp healing on Darius." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n No. Way. Why in the nine hells would he go at that thing like that?\nAnd not his friend, too...! \n\n\" Get off of him! \" cries Achkby. \" I can't get a shot. \"\n\nAchkby rushes to whomever seems most exposed (and least armomred), and begins a low chant of round syllables. Then, placing his hand upon them, he conjures a thin sheet of raw magical force about them for protection.\n\n[OOC]Casting Mage Armor on the most exposed character with studded leather, leather, or no armor. But not if it brings him w/i reach of the construct. I can't tell who this should be because I'm not entirely clear on the layout, but maybe Lissa?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " On the roof \n\nTears blinding his eyes, Callos charges the sentinel and wraps his arms around the stone construct's waist. He struggles desperately to wrestle the 8 or 9 foot tall sentinel off the roof, but the construct is too large and too heavy to budge.\n\nTaking a running start, Sheyra leaps in from the side and plants a flying spinning back kick into the construct's chest. To her and everyone else's amazement, the stone gives way with a resounding crack! and the sentinel falls into pieces.\n\nCallos falls backwards under a small avalanche of stone fragments, but Fizahn is there to quickly dig him out.\n\nAchkby is just about to cast mage armor on Lissa when the construct on the roof is destroyed. He holds the spell and looks over the edge to where Hajih and Lumpy attempt to hold off a sentinel all by themselves ...\n\n[hr]\n In the alley \n\nNeither Hajih nor Lumpy wants to be the first to cut and run. A small shower of stone fragments from above tells them that the sentinel on the roof has been destroyed, but the construct they are facing seems to have a lot of fight left in it.\n\nHajih chops deeply into the sentinel again from the left while Lumpy attacks from the right. The sentinel slashes both of them with its claws, opening up fresh wounds upon wounds.\n\nLinda and Elthan scramble to new positions on the roof, then rain hellfire down on the last remaining sentinel from above.\n\n\"Get out of there!\" Linda shouts to Hajih and Lumpy.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Sheyra hits for 8 damage. Sentinel #4 is destroyed. Achkby holds off on casting mage armor for the moment.\n\nHajih hits with a natural 19 for 8 damage. Lumpy hits for 6 damage. Sentinel #3 hits Hajih with a 28 and Lumpy with a 22 for 9 and 10 damage respectively.\n\nLinda and Elthan both cast scorching ray hitting for a total of 27 points of damage.\n\nSentinel #3 has taken 49 points of damage. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius staggers up, he winces as his left leg shakes violently. He walks to Djital's corpse, yanking the sword from his grasp.\n\n \"Lissa, why is that when I say 'Nobody else is going to die', somebody always does?\" \n\nHe jumps off the roof and swings at the final sentinel.\n\n((This is probably a really bad idea.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThat last one had really gotten him, slipping over his guard arm, three off-skewed lines torn bloodily across scalp and over his left eye. It had missed doing any permenent damage, insofar as blinding him, but it made things hard to see regardless. He could still tell Hajih was therre beside him though,\n\n Damn, why didn't he run! Idiot! \n\nBut with sounds of the last sentinel's destruction up top, debris raining down upon them ineffectually and the mages resuming thair salvo, just maybe they still have a chance. Murmuring between shortened breaths, a brief prayer to those close enough to hear it, he presses on against the statue, fighting yet a bit clumsier for his injuries, but now without passion and spirit.\n\n((OOC Still using expertise\nAC 23\n Attack : 15 + 4 = 19 Damage: 5 + 4 = 9 \n\nThat's a miss I think, unless Darius happens to land in a flanking position without dying from falling damage/AoOs. Here's to hoping\n))" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": "\" Damn it, not again, \" Sheyra mutters. She seems to be more desensitized to death. \" Climb up the rope! \" she yells at the ones still in the alley. \" Then we can pick it off as it tries to climb! \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nSwearing viciously in Gnomish, Lissa attempts to hold her patient down, to no avail. Darius is just too big and strong. \"Curse it all, Darius, get back here and SIT! Down, boy! You're still in no condition to fight! I didn't heal you just to have you go out and do something stupid!\" She curses again, probing the roof around her with her rapier to try and find her footing. I think it's the height. Maybe it's too much work for big folk's hearts to pump the blood all the way up to their brains, so they do stupid things. \"Sheyra, can you get hold of Darius and make him sit?\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Maybe I'm in no condition to fight, but they aren't either.\" he says.\n\n((And the next stupid move award goes to me, hooray! BTW, Phasm you put my character's name at the top of your post))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Damn you stupide fighter people!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n A victory! ...oh, Hells, there's still one down in the alleyways.\n\n...Aaand there goes Darius. Damn him, too. I think I'm supposed to be keeping these people alive! \n\n\" Damn you, Darius, you are going to die ! \" screams Achkby in a fit of rage as he jumps over to Sheyra\n\nHe releases his spell on the small monk and a silvery sheen momentarily covers her skin. Then he faces down into the alleyway once more, and summons up whatever energy he can manage for another blast of fiery power at the creature.\n\n[OOC]Using the held Mage Armor on Sheyra, then casting Scorching Ray on the last sentinel. If I can't do both (I'm not sure the rules for discharging a held spell), I'll just cast the second spell.\nTo hit: 17 \nDamage: 14 [/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAfter he is dragged out of the pile of debris by Fizahn, the necromancer still looks more then a little distraught at the loss of his firend. However a look of reason is at least in his eyes so he picks up a large chunk of rock from the destroyed sentinal and runs to the side of the roof. After setting his eye on the target Callos brought his arm back and flung the roch as hard as he could at the sentinal.\n\n(( 18+3 for the thrown rock. Not sure what I would rule for damage though.))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n I'm better than that brute, I know I am! \n\nHajih slashes at the sentinel, unwilling to budge.\n\n(Attack: 14 +8=22, Damage 3+5= 8)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius converses almost casually with Lissa as he steps off the roof. He cleaves downward with his greatsword as he falls, severing the sentinel's left arm. Darius hits the ground with a crash and rolls to the side, suffering little more than a twisted ankle.\n\nMeanwhile, Lumpy and Hajih continue hacking away, though it appears that Hajih, with Thokk's bastard sword, seems to be causing more damage than Lumpy, with Djital's shortsword, much to Lumpy's chagrin.\n\nThe sentinel begins to crumble, even as it continues to try to attack Hajih and Lumpy. The last straw is a large boulder dropped from above by Callos. The rock caves it the top of the sentinel's head, and the entire construct collapses into an inert heap.\n\nOn the roof, the other members of the party look down on the carnage below. Rocks are scattered everywhere, the debris from three sentinels.\nHajih and Lumpy are covered in gray rock dust, making them look like statues themselves. Blood however seeps through the dusty covering in dark patches. Darius is in even worse shape, though he chuckles as he lies off to the side.\n\nLissa immediately turns to Djital, but his wounds have taken him beyond her ability to heal him. Linda and the Elthans stand over his body sadly.\n\nAchkby lowers his hands and the arcane aura surrounding them fades. He can save his spells for later.\n\nAeroz, who had done little during the combat, stands and looks alertly about, making sure there are no more threats nearby. He calls out a warning. In the distance, two or three ... then five or six ... then more than a dozen faint blue lights appear ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Darius takes 3 points of non-lethal damage. He hits with a 26 for 14 points of damage. Hajih hits for 8 points of damage. Callos drops a rock on the sentinel's head for 1 point of damage. Sentinel #3 is destroyed. Achkby does not expend either spell. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"So, what do we do now? Stick it out on the roof and wait for the blue guys, or jump off and run for it?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nEven though the last of the stone sentinals was destroyed, he couldn't help but still feel angry and more then a little empty. His friend was dead and all that he could show for it was a pile of rubble. Numbly he turned away from the edge and went back towards Djital's cold body where he fell down to his knees. Slowly his body began to become wracked with sobs as his face fell into his hands. It didn't matter to him that the blue lights had appeared once more. Callos was to busy grieving and aside from that his thought detecting spell would have worn off by now so he had no way of knowing if they were hostile. If someone was standing close enough they could hear him whispering to the body.\n\n\" This isn't right...you hadn't done anything wrong. Why does something like this happen have to happen now? We were so close friend! We had almost made it back to sunlight and then you had to go and try something like that! D-don't worry friend. I'll complete any business you had left and I'll find the forsaken bastards who developed this creatures and then you can rest knowing their gone too. R-rest in peace Djital.. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Haha! We did it!\" Darius sits down in a comfortable position. \"We can't outrun them, they'll catch us eventually if they know their way down here. Let's just see if we can catch some rest before we have to do anything else.\" \n\nDarius begins wiping the blood and stone dust off his armor, weapons, and face." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nWith a slight cough, Hajih calls out to the group.\n\n \"The roof isn't the safest place, we need to find a shop or house to hide out in while we heal and plan our exit to the surface.\" \n\nPeering around, Hajih wipes off his sword on his sleeve and rests it against his shoulder." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThere is no exultant grunt or relieved look from Lumpy as the last sentinel falls, only a harsh squint through blood and dust at the crumbling stonework. For the longest moment, he remains in his last position, one arm shielding his eyes from the destruction, his sword partially thrust forward from his last aborted attack. It is almost as if he's afraid to even attempt moving his body, in stark contrast to the fluidity and determination he showed in combat.\n\nFinally, he sags a bit, armor creaking as he drops his arms. he glances about cautiously as he shoves the sword through his belt, removing the gauntlet from his right hand. He scrapes blood and dust from his forehead and opposite eye as he speaks, threadily,\n\n\" Odds are we're gonna end up talking to 'em whether we like it or not. they got plenty'a advantages on us, far as chasing and hiding goes. And we're pretty beat up, ain't gonna get real far. \"\n\nHe flicks his hand, spattering accrued blood concrete against the wall beside him, inspecting his wounds, and the damage to his armor, turning to lean against the alley wall as he does so,\n\n\" 'Sides, I think there's a pretty good chance them stone things ain't on their side anyway. Ya saw the gate, they tore their way in... Anyone got extra cloth? I'd like ta keep some blood in me, and it's hells-bent on getting out. \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\n\" I've actually got two potions left. I was saving them for an emergency, but I think this qualifies. \" She pulls the potions of Cure Moderate Wounds out of her bag." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nPanting, Achkby lets the magical energies he had prepared harmlessly dissapate.\n\n By the Gods! Why would they not flee? \n\n\" Next time, \" says Achkby, \" When are running away, let's not stop part way through and fight, eh? \"\n\n[OOC]Is Frojoe still around?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nCautiously, Lissa makes her way to the edge of the roof. \"Darius, you bone-headed moron, I'm going to smack you silly once I can see again! What, pray tell, was that particular stunt about? I just got you partway healed, and you rush off to get more holes in your hide!\" The gnome pauses in her harangue. \"Oh, sorry Lumpy. I've got a little more healing left in me, if someone wants to help me down off the roof.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius makes his way up the roof to get Lissa and bring her down.\n\n \"Well y'know, I figured the thing wasn't gonna attack me, as it's two primary targets were Lumpy and Hajih, plus I figured it was already pretty busted up from their attacks.\n\nSo I decided to lend my hand, try and prevent someone else from getting killed today.\n\nAnd it worked didn't it? I took off it's arm, and all I got was a sprained ankle. Which by the way, that'd be great if you could fix it.\" Darius says with a little chuckle.\n\n((I sprained my ankle taking of a golem's arm, and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt!))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra pulls out two healing potions, Lissa tends to Darius' ankle, and the rest of you bind your wounds as best you can.\n\nThe winged creatures are closing fast from all directions. Their skin is glowing an intense blue, and from a distance they resemble fireflies, except that the creatures are just a little bit more than half the size of a human. It is not clear where they came from, but they are all (about two dozen now) definitely making a beeline for your position.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: There isn't much time for resting or healing. The creatures will be upon you in two rounds. I need to know who is staying on the roof and who is climbing down. Those of you who climb down, please indicate whether you climb back down into the alley, or jump down the other side of the roof (into one of the main boulevards). " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nAfter helping Lissa down, Darius sits down in the alley. He rests the side of his head that isn't clawed open on his arm, tapping his foot in the dust.\n\n I wonder if this'll be the end. But then, what is the end, really? Maybe it's just an end, leading to another beginning. Maybe I'll see them all again, all the people I've killed. Maybe I'll see my parents, my brother, maybe Sedryn or Djital even. Maybe I'll just turn to dust.\n\nWas I a good person? Did I make a difference in this world? Did I help anyone but myself? I'd like to hope so... I'd like to hope that something I did counted for something... \n\nDarius turns his head up to the sky and waits." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks warily at the approaching lights. I don't know if they're dangerous. They seemed to be warning us about the golems and I looked straight at one and nothing happened. I might as well wait them out... Fizahn lies down on the roof, flipping his dagger up into the air ad watching the approaching lights." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Out of the frying pan, eh \" the elf says to no one in particular.\n\n Well, I guess I should jump, I mean I don't know what in the hells those things are. And Darius is injured, so he can't fight, another is dead and it really seems that our capable fighters and clerics are getting the boot here. The least I could do is try to negotiate with them, but what if they are mindless? What if I am mind...stay away from that train of thought man. I'll stay. Thats it, I'll stay, and if it comes to it I'll fight and defend these people I've come to rely on if I have to. Not just for the sake of maybe seeing the surface, but for maybe I can stop any more deaths from occuring. Oh well, here it goes... \n\nAeroz's hand snaps to his rapier and readies himself to draw it if any trouble should arise. He stands upright and straight.\n\n\" Hey, Fizhan, what do you think are the odds that they'll be willing to talk this out peacefully? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe burly orc finishes inspecting his wounds, looking moderately pleased by the way the stone dust and blood congealed together, slowing bloodloss. He taps a few weak points in his armor with a scowl, before wiping a bloody handprint onto the wall beside him,\n\n\" Ain't nothing fer it now but ta wait and see.. \" Pulling his gauntlet back on, he unslings his heavy bow, stringing the weapon with a grunt, fangs gritted against the painful exertation. He leans the weapon against the wall beside him, ready to be used if necessary,\n\n\" Ya sure ya don't wanna trade? \" He nods to the bow, then at Darius and his greatsword, \" I can't hit squat with this thing. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"This thing is only reason I didn't die a few seconds ago. I'd trade you, but I think it'd make me a lot more harmless, seeing as how most of the fighting we're doing now is melee, and I can't even see that far in the darkness to use a bow to good effect.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSoon the flickering of the blue lights drew Callos's attention from where he had been kneeling. When he turned and spun around his eyes were red and watery and rage stood out clearly on his face but he did nothing more then clench handfuls of his purple robes tightly." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n The Gods helped me up on this wall, and I'll be damned if I let a bunch of big blue fireflies force me down.\n...maybe literally damned. \n\nHe unhooks his spear from his back, and readies himself for their approach.\n\n But I really hope I don't have to try and spear any of them... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAfter getting down off the wall with Darius' help and wrapping his ankle as best she can, Lissa listens intently to the conversation and sounds around her. \"I take it from what you people are saying that our little glowing friends are back.\" But really, they're not actually our friends. The gnome rubs her holy symbol, thinking. \"We haven't tried talking to them yet, have we? It's worth a shot... they know we're here anyway.\" \n\nLissa cups her hands over her mouth, tilts her head back and yells in Undercommon, \"Hey! Blue glowing people! We don't want to fight you if you don't want to fight us. Hope you don't mind that we smashed the stone monsters, they were kinda trying to kill us.\" She pauses. \"Oh, any of you feel like telling us which way to the surface? That's where we're going, so if you do, we'll go and be out of your hair. Or whatever.\" \n\n\nOOC: Lissa is now down off the roof, next to Darius. Cookie to whoever can identify the song reference in this post! I paraphrased it, but it's recognizable if you know the song." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The air is filled with the sound of flapping wings as the creatures swoop down into a controlled stall before dropping lightly onto the rooftops surrounding the alley.\n\nThey give wide berth to the party members still on the roof, instead gawking at the debris down below in the alley. They chatter amongst themselves in a foreign tongue. They seem excited.\n\nEach creature is a small humanoid a little more than 3 ft tall, blue skinned, and luminescent. Ink-black tattoos cover their bodies, creating interesting (almost mesmerizing) patterns. Most are naked, male and female, seemingly without any sense of shame about their nudity. Their wings are bat-like and furry, but otherwise their bodies are completely hairless. They are well-formed and attractive in their own way. They stare at your party with curiosity. They have disproportionately large eyes, and their cat-like pupils constrict into narrow vertical slits due to proximity of the everburning torches.\n\nA few of the creatures seem to be clothed in mismatched, oversized hats, shirts or breeches. One of these clothed creatures is wearing some kind of sash with a tartan pattern. He replies to Lissa in accented Undercommon:\n\n\"Hail heroes! You have delivered Sphur Pentak from the clawed horrors! We are in your debt!\"\n\nAs one, the two dozen creatures bow gracefully, extending their wings backward.\n\n\"Come, some of you are badly injured. We have healers and surgeons.\n\n\"The rest of you are invited to the Sunflower for refreshment! We have much to celebrate!\"\n\n[hr]\nThe creatures gather about Djital, lifting his body reverently and lifting him into the air. Others gently grab a hold of Lumpy, Hajih, and Darius, lifting them into the air as well. Those four are borne aloft toward a large building.\n\nAt first, Callos resists letting them near Djital's body, but they make soothing hand gestures and eventually the party is convinced that they mean no harm. The fighters are too badly injured to protest too much as the creatures airlift them to the nearest hospital.\n\nThe others are guided off the roof and out of the alley. The creatures chatter excitedly as they escort the remaining party members toward a large stone tavern. A stone sign outside bears a carved image of a sunflower in full blossom.\n\nYour group had explored this building earlier, finding within little besides carved stone tables and benches and a few stone mugs and loaves of bread.\n\nThe creatures stop outside the building and the one with the tartan sash extends his arm inviting each of you to enter." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIt was almost unsaid that Callos was, at the least, hesitant to let the creatures close to Djital's body. It was only the soothing gestures that kept him from striking at the creatures right then and there. A stony gaze settled on any of the blue creatures to come close to him though he still let them bear him away to the Sunflower tavern. The purple robed necromancer continued to mutter to himself to low for anyone to hear as he went into the building but once he was inside be became quiet and withdrawn, almost sullen." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nAs the party members below reach the tavern entrance, they hear an excited voice above them.\n\n \"Holy crap I'm flying!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAfter recovering from his shock at their gratitude, Achby eagerly follows the creatures along to refreshment.\n\n Wow... what interesting... people! It's amazing... wings underground! They seem very nice. They've been very nice to me so far. And they certainly look quite nice. Some of those women are rather nice-looking indeed. Almost as nice as some of the girls at home... and certainly better than people from any other race I've met since leaving home... \n\nHe smiles to the person ushering him inside, and walks in eagerly.\n I suppose I should stay suspicious... but there's just been too much. Whatever happens in here will happen. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe dour orc ic a bit surprised to sea his prediction about the blue creatures to actually be correct. While he had no doubts in his ability to judge situations, the underdark had proven to be consistantly confounding to most normal trains of thought thus far. He did have thre presence of mind to grab his bow before they lifted him away, even more surprised that they can actually manage to haul his fair heft,\n\n\" Hey, hey, easy! \"\n\nHe continues to ponder things as they fly him off, too weak to oppose them one way, and desperate enough to take his chances. The cynical corner of his mind offer did offer a fair counterargument, It could always be a slaughterhouse. You wouldn't even know the difference down here \n\nTrying not to think about it, he attempts to convese with the creatures carrying him,\n\n\" So, ah.. What's with the big stone.. things? " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\n\"HEY, hey, hey....watch the hat!\" Hajih grips Thokk's sword tightly in one hand and his hat in the other.\n\n I wonder if I can get those pants back from the half naked swordsman, seeing that he won't be too self conscious now. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nIt's plain from her expression that Lissa is torn between excitement, apprehension, and sheer frustration at not being able to see. \"Would somebody please describe these people for me? I can tell that they're a proper size, and somebody said earlier that they're blue, they glow and they fly. But we're close enough for details now! Please tell me? Oh, and they said we were great heroes for destroying the 'clawed horrors', they're in our debt, they want to heal us up and celebrate.\" \n\nThinking that the flying people might take offense at her use of an unfamiliar language, Lissa hastily explains. \"Sorry about that, but most of us don't speak Undercommon. I can't see, so I was asking my friends to describe you to me. I also told them what you said back at the battle site, so everybody knows you're friendly.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy tries to engage the creatures in conversation, but they simply smile and shrug their shoulders. Soon all three of the fighters (Lumpy, Hajih, and Darius) are lowered to the ground in the center of a courtyard in a far corner of the city. A robed creature (unusual for being clothed) greets them, raising a hand. A feeling of enormous fatigue washes over the three fighters, and they slump to the ground unconscious ...\n\n[hr]\nAs the other members of the party enter the tavern, a remarkable transformation seems to take place. Where earlier in the exploration of the city, the tavern appeared to be an empty building filled only with some stone benches and tables, now the tavern was alive with movement and noise and filled with the winged humanoids, who pat you on the back and raise glasses towards you, cheering in an unfamiliar language.\n\nYour everburning torches seem unnaturally dimmed in the tavern, but the creatures' glow, though fainter here than outside, is enough to allow to you see comfortably.\n\nStrangely, the world now seems to be completely devoid of color. Everything appears to be black and white. The creatures themselves, instead of glowing bright blue, now appear to be white, with black geometric patterns on their skin. The tables are now covered with food and drink, but the fruit lacks their characteristic colors and are instead shades of gray. The mugs appear to be filled with a transparent, but colorless beer of some kind.\n\nMugs are placed into your hands, and voices call out in broken Undercommon, \"Drink! Drink!\"\n\nMany of the female creatures seem to find Fizahn and Achkby particularly attractive. They beat their wings coyly and playfully nudge each other out of the way in order to sidle up next to the gnome and halfling. Since many of the creatures are unclothed and quite comely, their proximity is somewhat discomfiting.\n\nThe entire situation is quite confusing and disorienting. You seem to be heroes all of a sudden, but the sudden apparent alteration in the nature of the city (or at least the tavern) is quite bizarre ...\n\nAfter a while, Lumpy, Darius, and Hajih enter the tavern as well, escorted by more creatures. They have been fully healed. They seem a little bit groggy, residual from the healing process, but soon their heads clear and they join their companions in the center of the tavern, where a table of honor (scaled for gnome/halfling-sized humanoids) has been set.\n\n\nOOC: Help yourselves to a Heroes' Feast (as per the 6th level cleric/bard spell)! Unfortunately, Lissa's sight is not restored by the meal ... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSeeing the glowy blue things flirt with Achby and Fizhan, he chuckles and whispers to Lissa \" I think you've got some competition. \"\n\nAeroz takes part in the giant meal that has been prepared for the group. He seems to be greatly enjoying himself because this is the first bit of real food that he has eaten in weeks possibly.\n\nThe elf turns to the nearest glowing creature and asks \" What do you call yourselves anyways? I've never seen or heard of a people quite like yours. Are you native here or from far away? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe big orc stifled a fangy yawn as he ducked into the tavern. The ceiling was a bit low, but it didn't botherr Lumpy particular, being that he was shorter than most elves. He surveyed the room lazily, taking it in with a fatigued expression, tinged with a hair of amusement. Ain't all bad, I guess. The lack of color went unnoticed to him, as it were. He was entirely used to relying on his monochrome nightvision, and it made little difference.\n\nBut the food.. Laying eyes on the food, the stout warrior split his lips in a toothy grin. He paused by the door, taking a long few minutes to strip his prohibitive armor, battered as it was. Underneath, in only his woven pants, several new scars had joined his repetoire, the large raking slashes stark and unfaded amonst older markings. He pulled the drawstring on his pants, tightening the garment around his increasingly gaunt form before padding barefoot over to the table. It was too low for him, but he simply plopped down on the floor, digging in.\n\nOnce he layed hands on the food, all bets were off. The orc digs in, putting away food with near frightening efficiency. Driven by a good week of near solid starvation, he eats fiercely, what might be bordering gluttony were he not so malnourished from the start. He pauses, washing down a particularily large swallow from a mug of ale,\n\n\" So anyone get anything else out'a these things? Wouldn't give me a damned word.. not that I'll complain, seems ta be working out alright. \"\n\nHe chomps into a piece of fruit, tusks tearing fully half of it away, which he swallows without chewing,\n\n\" So what's the deal here? Anyone? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius takes a seat at the table, eyeing his surroundings sleepily. It takes him about ten seconds to notice the food in front of him, then he digs in. He doesn't bother to say a word as he wolfs down the feast." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nHe ate the food, unhappily at that. This was not an occasin for him to be cheerful and he glared at any of the blue things that close to him. Still the food was filling and it settled the grumbling in his stomach." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nDigging into the food, Hajih keeps his hand close to the handle of Thokk's sword at all times." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn digs into the food for a while, and he eats untill he's full. He keeps looking around warily after he's finished. Why isn't there any color? Uneasily, he leaves the tavern and waits outside for a while." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n A hero's celebration, a feast, and pretty nude ladies! Isn't this nice! It's a bit of a shame that they have wings, but it's all right, really. \n\nGrinning broadly, Achkby saunters over to the table laid out for them and seats himself with a good deal of bench space on either side.\n So much food... but I s'pose t'wouldn't look to good to gorge myself like that half-orc oaf. \nHe loads the space in front of him with food of all sorts, and digs in, with a measured gusto, carefully keeping himself clean.\n\" 'Ello, ladies! I don't s'pose... \"\n Damn. They can't understand me. That is the wrong language for this land. \nHe keeps eating heartily, but begins to slow down as he looks around, realizing that they grayness isn't merely a soft lighting of the darkness, but truely an absence of color. An'... an' where did this all come from? Sudden food, all of these people... seems a bit strange, suddenly finding all of these people, when this is, after all, what I want most, minus the wings. \nThe food and drink beginning to lose a bit of its flavor in Achkby's mouth, he rises from his seat, holding making reassuring gestures with his hands to the dreatures around him. Sipping slowly from his mug, he meanders his way outside after Fizahn.\n\nFinding the gnome uneasily lounging against the wall outside, Achkby nods to him, and takes another draught from his mug.\n I never really talked to him all that much. It's strange, really... we likely have more in common than either of us does with any other... except maybe he and Lissa, but they haven't exactly meshed, either.\nWell, I hope now's not too late to start talking. \n\" You think this all's a bit weird? \" he begins in Human.\n\" I'd like nothin' more righ' now 'an ta have a feast in my honor with lots of people my size 'appy ta see me \" he continues, slding back towards the country form of Common he was taught as a boy. Then he chuckles a bit. \" Ta tell you the truth, the naked ladies could 'ave walked right from an idle daydream o' mine, sans the wings. \" He frowns for a moment, but then goes on. \" Bu' this som'ow ain't quite righ'. This food's good an' all, sure, \" he says, gesturing with his goblet hand, and then stares at the cup as if noticing it for the first time. He throws it across the street.\n\" But it don't taste right to me! Hells, maybe I'm paranoid, but d'you see any color?! What's goin' on here? \" He ends not enraged, but more plaintive. His brow furrowed, he looks questioningly to Fizahn." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra's eyes light up at the sight of the food, and she quickly begins devouring her part of it. As curious as she is about the situation, questions can wait until she has something in her stomach." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn and Achkby step outside the tavern warily, as if expecting to be restrained or somehow prevented from moving about freely. The cheerful creatures make no attempts to prevent the two from leaving the celebration, however.\n\nStepping outside with their drinks, they are amazed to see that the apparent transformations were not limited to the tavern only - the entire city appears to have been altered.\n\nWhile Sphur Pentak had initially appeared to be a deserted stone replica of a city, now it appears to be a bustling and vibrant (albeit completely colorless) living town.\n\nDozens of softly glowing winged creatures walk the streets or soar through the air. Streetlights glow dimly at every street corner. The buildings are no longer empty stone shells, but are instead fully inhabited. The stores and market stalls are open and bustling, despite the fact that it appears to be night.\n\nFizahn and Achkby look up and note that the night sky is dark gray and featureless. What!? They both do a double-take, stunned to realize that they are looking at the sky! . The cave ceiling seems to have vanished!\n\nTurning back towards the tavern entrance, they notice for the first time that the heavy frame of the doorway is intricately carved, covered in minute runes. Thinking back, they remember that similar decoratively carved doorways were present throughout the \"deserted\" stone city they had been exploring.\n\n[hr]\nInside the tavern, the celebration continues. A few of the creatures apparently speak Undercommon, and they translate for the other creatures while Lumpy and Lissa translate for the rest of the party.\n\nThrough this awkward system, you learn that these creatures are known as gloamings and that they apparently live here. They seem genuinely grateful that you have managed to destroy the stone constructs, but they also seem fascinated by you and your possessions as well.\n\nHands reach out to pat your shoulders and touch your hair. They are especially intrigued by facial hair. They also lightly touch your armor and packs, admiring their workmanship. Every once in a while, you catch a gloaming rubbing his or her face with a piece of fabric or a leather strap, as if such items are fascinating novelties.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: OK, last chance for any theories as to what is going on. Please post your speculations in the OOC thread, and I will award the XP bonuses shortly. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Achby!\", Elthan says as he steps outside, \"You seem suprised. I thought it was a little odd myself as to the abscence of color, but after adding a few things together, it seems clear; The change in the buildings, the appearance of the creatures from nowhere, the transformation of all color to gray. I'm not sure at exactly what point it happened, but it could be possible we are now on the plane of shadows by some means(possibly one of the gloamlings abilities). I may be wrong, but I don't know of anything else that makes much sence...\"\n\nHe gives Achby some time to consider the idea.\n\n(OOC: My speculation)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa just stands in the doorway for a moment, transfixed. She inhales several times, savoring the aroma of hot, fresh food. A smell that none of the group has experienced in weeks. \"If some illusionist is playing silly buggers here, there WILL be a reckoning. If there's really food here... lead me to it!\" Despite a bit of bumping into people, Lissa locates the table in fairly short order, and looks delighted at the fact that she can sit down at it comfortably. The gnome promptly begins to dig in with the assistance of Linda, who passes her serving dishes and describes what's in them. The spellcaster also takes pity on the frustrated gnome and describes the scene, between bites.\n\nAt Aeroz' comment, Lissa frowns then sighs. \"Yeah, probably.\" She looks rather pensive.\n\n Stupid naked hussies, trying to steal my man... \n Since when is he your man? \n Ummm... he just is, okay?! \n Not good enough, sweetheart, and you know it. You have to tell men how you feel! What do you think he is, a mind-reader? \n Oh, shut up already. \n Not gonna happen. You volunteered for this cleric gig, you got me with the package. \n JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME EAT! \n\nWhich Lissa does. The food turns out to be a bit odd in flavor, but it tastes good, it's fresh and there's plenty of it. When the gloamings begin to touch her, Lissa tentatively touches back, trying to make out facial features.\n\n\n(OOC: I figure a good-aligned cleric probably has a rather more vocal conscience than most people, especially a newly-minted one like Lissa. ;) )" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\n\" HEY! Hands off the beard! \"\n\nThe big orc swats half-heartedly at the gloamings who run hands along his leathery scar-crossed skin and through his beard. He almost rises when he sees them rooting through his things, but stops once he's realized that he doesn't have anything he's worried about them stealing anymore. Which gets him thinking... Ain't likely, but what's to lose? \n\nLumpy stands, having already eaten enough to feed two or three normal humans comfortably, leaving his mug there,\n\n\" I'll be back. Something I wanna check on real quick. Keep an eye on my stuff. \"\n\nHe wanders outside, nodding to the others gathered there before plodding back through the streets, trying to make his way back to wherer he remembers seeing the market and weapon shops. He's looking of course, for a flail, though one his size isn't a terribly likely possibility. If he doesn't find anything, he'll head back and keep eating." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen Lissa came in the necromancer looked up and almost smiled. Almost. The least he could do was help out some of these new companions rather then sit there and mope. Stumbling slightly through the gloamings and the furniture he makes his way over to the blind gnome and sits down by here as he grabs another plate of food. After all it had been a long time since he actually had food food, not some sentinent creature, aside from the drow rations they had got. Digging in he looked catiously over at the gnome then just asked.\n\n\" Something on your mind Lissa? You seem distracted. Hey! Off the robe, its the only thing I have! \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby and Fizahn call everyone outside to look up at the sky. The heavens are dark and featureless, without stars or any sign of Selûne, but it is a sky nonetheless.\n\nElthan's theory is correct, Sphur Pentak straddles two planes - the Shadow and the Material ...\n\n[hr]\nIt takes a while to piece together the story, but eventually you determine that the gloamings have recently been expanding into the Material Plane, fascinated by the peoples and cultures they discovered there. The novelty of durability has fascinated, if not obsessed, the gloamings.\n\nGloaming artisans created the co-existent Material stone city, attempting to duplicate the materials and artifacts gloaming adventurers have encountered. The stone buildings serve as more than mere decorations - they create a Material foundation than helps to keep Sphur Pentak fixed in the Shadow Plane.\n\nThe gloamings even experimented with creating simple creatures such as dogs and cattle, carved from stone then animated using gloaming sorcery, to populate their Material city.\n\nNot all gloamings, however, are as enamored of the Material Plane as the inhabitants of Sphur Pentak. It is believed that rival gloamings animated the stone trolls and sent them against Sphur Pentak. As is their custom, the gloamings responded to the invasion by retreating to the Shadow Plane, where they were safe from the constructs. But, primarily armed with shadowstuff weapons and armor, the gloamings were unable to retake the Material half of their city until your fortunate arrival ... You have quite literally saved their city!\n\n[hr]\nThe celebration continues for hours. Gloamings pour in off the street to see the heroes from the Material Plane. The food and drink, though colorless, is delicious and plentiful ...\n\nLumpy takes a quick trip to a weapons store, and is intrigued to find that their wares are primarily created from shadowstuff. The merchants are equally intrigued by Lumpy's gear, and are eager to barter.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Any material items any of you possess can be bartered for shadowstuff items. Your material items are worth twice their usual cost here in the Shadow Plane. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHaving finally eaten her fill and helped translate the gloamings' story, Lissa shakes her head in wonder. \"Amazing! Simply amazing. It's hard to believe that we actually saved a city... us! Real people, not some storybook heroes!\" She looks thoughtful for a moment, toying with her holy symbol. Hmm, Baravar is a god of the shadows. I wonder if Sphur Pentak is one reason he sent me to this region of the Underdark? Ah well, he's also a god of secrets; I'll probably just have to keep on wondering. However, musing on the divine has given Lissa another idea.\n\nShe turns to where she last heard a gloaming who spoke Undercommon, addressing it in the same language. \"Excuse me, please. My blindness is not natural; I have been affected by a spell or curse. The one thing I want most right now is the restoration of my sight; do you have anyone who can cast such spells? I would be willing to trade just about anything I have.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nHeading to the stores, Darius will trade in his battered sword and armor for their shadowstuff equivalents, and also see if he can purchase a new bow.\n\nIf he can get someone to translate for him he'll make sure he wants a bow that isn't normal, something imbued with enchantments, something he can use." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The fighters explore the weapons shops, handling the shadowstuff weapons and testing out their characteristics.\n\nEach weapon glistens wetly, like obsidian, yet on closer inspection, its edges are indistinct and shadowy.\n\nThe weapons have a normal heft and balance, though they feel unnaturally cool to the touch. Lumpy takes a few practice swings with a shadowstuff flail. The shopkeeper offers it to Lumpy in exchange for Djital's battered shortsword.\n\nDarius checks out shadowstuff bows. The longbows themselves appear to be of good quality, as do the arrows, neatly fletched and bundled. The longbow and 40 arrows are offered for Thokk's bastard sword.\n\n\nOOC: +1 shadowstuff flail and masterwork shadowstuff longbow with 40 +2 shadowsuff arrows are offered for your Material goods. \n\n[hr]\nThe gloamings appear to be very disturbed by Lissa's condition. As word spreads of her blindness, they whisper to themselves excitedly. Some argue excitedly over the best course of action. Finally, the gloamings seem to come to a sort of consensus. One steps forward and speaks to her in Undercommon:\n\n\"It is said that deep within the Forest that lies between Sphur Pentak and Nyth is a spring that can heal all wounds and afflictions. The problem you suffer from is rare among us, but if there is any way to restore your sight, the Forest is where you will find it.\n\n\"Rest here tonight as our guests. We will show you the way once you have rested ...\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nLumpy eyed the flail in his hands critically - he wasn't entirely sure how it worked, or if it would work back in the 'real world.' But.. it was a flail, and any flail was better than the dinky little sword he'd been using.. Sure, from the sound of things it wasn't very useful against stone trolls, but how many of those could there be? he could always get his hands on a real flail as well when they got to Telflamm.\n\nAfter a moments consideration, he hands over the sword, nodding thanks to the weaponsmith. Twirling his new flail, he makes his way back towards the inn, considering this world of shadow around him with wonder and bemusement. As a half-orc, shadow was largely a mystery to him.. Where others saw black darkness, he saw only monochrome detail. It was a great advantage of his, but seemingly one he'd lost over the others in this realm.\n\nDucking into the tavern once more, he grins, moving to sit down and resume eating, flail resting across his lap,\n\n\" This place ain't half-bad. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Wow! A spring of healing? Oh, I hope the others are willing to make a bit of a detour! Lissa thanks the spokes-gloaming profusely, then stands up. \"I don't know about any of you, but I want to see what's in the bazaar now... well, metaphorically speaking in my case. Will someone come with me to describe what the goods look like? I can translate if the merchants know Undercommon.\" \n\n( Assuming somebody goes with her... )\n\nLissa is intrigued by the cool, slick feel of the shadowstuff goods, and by the way her companion describes them. At a general goods shop, she offers her 45' of hemp rope for a greater length of shadowstuff rope. At the weapons stand, the gnome asks to see crossbow bolts, offering 30 of her spare mundane bolts as barter. She ponders the rapiers and short swords for a bit. Awfully tempting... but will they function back in our world? Well, there's no such thing as too many weapons. Let's see if they'll take some of my other goods for a nice short sword; they really seemed to like textiles... Lissa asks for a magical short sword, offering three gnome-sized daggers plus her cloak of resistance. She even cleans the cloak up first with prestidigitation .\n\n\nOOC: A cloak of resistance should about equal the value of a +1 enhancement, plus whatever extra value the gloamings place on Material Plane fabric." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Do any of you have mages capable of magically enhancing weapons and armor? My old cutlass and chainmail have served me well, but I do fear that the dangers ahead require some more powerful combat items. \"\n\nAeroz grins slightly, but his smirk does turn into a frown. He takes out Sedryn's mace and thinks very hard about it.\n\n The holy symbol stays with me. Sorry Seddy, but I can't survive to avenge your death with plain old steel \n\nAeroz offer up sedryn's mace, hoping that they will take it for the enhancements." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, would ya look at that?\" \n\nDarius runs his hand down the bow, getting a feel for the strange 'shadowstuff'...\n\nHe takes it and trades it for his old grappling hook, then goes with Lissa to the bazaar. He'll ask her to translate for him to see if he too can get his weapons enchanted, prefferably both, but one is just fine. He's willing to pay in surface gold, or trade for 40 surface arrows, a bedroll, even a silk rope, or any combination of the above.\n\n((DR, can you send me a PM telling me what I gain/lose so I can edit my character sheet? And if it's cool that I just traded a grappling hook for a bow? ::) Thanks.))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan quietly wanders through markets and shops, trying to find items to help them last in case of another long journey." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n I'd love to replace some of the scrolls I've used... \n\nAchkby nods his assent to Aeroz's words (I'm assuming Lumpy will translate for us?). \" I don't need my weapons bettered, but I was hoping that your mages might have some other magical objects I could look at... \"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra goes with Lissa to the market, eager to explore the strange city. She stares around her as she walks down the street, her troubles momentarily forgotten.\n\nOOC: I know I didn't say much, I just want to let you know I'm not dead." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nFinally eating his fill, Lumpy gathers his things and wanders back outside again, accompanying the others back to the market. He readily translates as necessary, seeming to on one hand resent the menial task, while enjoying his superiority on the other. If anything, his attention is riveted more firmly upon his new flail than the current proceedings." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih leaves the room and looks up, if he is surprised to see the sky, he doesn't show it. He then looks around in the shops, trying to barter off his two pitons for a dagger." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, Human Necromancer \n\nCallos couldn't help but feel a little fed up as he followed the others along in the gloaming market place. Not for any particular reason but he hated to wait while others did their shopping. Espicially if he couldn't shop as well. There wasn't anything he could do to stop it however so he sighed and followed along, eyes darting around for anything in particular that caught his eye." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy trades Djital's battered shortsword for a shadowstuff flail. The half-orc seems almost happy as he swings the flail about in graceful, practiced patterns.\n\n[hr]\nDarius is reluctant to give up Thokk's bastard sword. Instead, he offers a grappling hook and 40 arrows. After some haggling, he is given the shadowstuff longbow and 40 shadowstuff arrows in return.\n\n[hr]\nThe gloamings are ecstatic when Lissa offers her cloak and daggers to trade. She is given a choice of two different shortswords, both with special enchantments. (OOC: Choose either an anarchic shadowstuff shortsword or a +1 keen shadowstuff shortsword. )\n\n[hr]\nHajih digs two pitons out of his pack. Most of the gloamings aren't impressed, but eventually Hajih manages to wheedle a shadowstuff dagger out of a gloaming weaponsmith. The dagger is as black as midnight and cool to the touch.\n\n[hr]\nAeroz discovers that it would take at least a tenday to enchant any weapons or armor, but the gloamings are more than willing to exchange any weapons or armor for shadowstuff equivalents.\n\n\n[hr]\nThe Elthans and Linda wander off by themselves, exploring the city. They find that almost all types of adventuring gear is available (in shadowstuff form of course), except for sunrods, holy water, and mounts.\n\nThe gloamings are fascinated by the coins of illusion after Elthan demonstrates how they work by throwing one onto the ground. One gloaming dealer offers a dark gray cloak in exchange for the box of coins. The dealer explains that the cloak will allow its wearer to be able to take on some of the characteristics of a gloaming.\n\nOOC: The cost for any adventuring item is 1/4 the usual if it is paid for with Material coins. The cloak being offered for the coins of illusion is a Cloak of the Bat (check the SRD). \n\n[hr]\nAchkby and Callos wander through several shops looking for any arcane paraphernalia. Apparently gloaming wizards are fairly rare, and most of the shops seem to cater to sorcerors, containing mostly spell components and a variety of potions. Callos becomes increasingly bored with the shopping excursion until he spots a very material spellbook on the shelf of one of the stores.\n\nHow the spellbook got on the shelf is unclear, but when Callos carefully leafs through its pages, he recognizes a number of cantrips as well as some more advanced spells as well. \"How much?\" he asks excitedly. The gloaming merchant smiles and indicates Callos' robe ...\n\nOOC: Any potion or spell component worth 700 gp or less is available. Material gold is prized here, so you will only need to spend 1/4 the \"official\" cost, e.g. a 600 gp potion would cost 150 gp.\n\nThe merchant wants Callos' robe in exchange for the spellboook. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos the naked once more \n\n\" The robe for the spellbook? Hmmm give me a moment to think my good man \"\n\nCallos rubbed his chin against one hand as he pondered the situation before him. Sure it would get cold without the robe but that spellbook was far more valuable then the purple robe. Besides he was perfectly willing to go naked if he could prevent another....it was settled then. With no hint of shame the necromancer stripped off the purple robe and held it out to the gloaming wizard, his other gesturing to the spellbook.\n\n\" Deal! \"\n\nNow that he thought about it...wasn't all that cold." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Ooooh! Oh, they're both so wonderful! Which one, which one...\" Lissa is almost as happy as the gloaming merchant with the proposed trade. She runs her fingers down each of the cool, slick blades, brow furrowed in thought. One of them feels much sharper than a normal blade; she actually cuts herself on it, something that the experienced gnome doesn't normally do. But the other feels... good... for some reason. As if it matches with her. After some consideration, Lissa chooses a shortsword and thanks the gloaming happily.\n\n\nOOC: Doesn't an anarchic weapon have to be at least +1? If the anarchic shortsword is also +1, I'll take that. If it isn't for some reason, I'll take the +1 keen shortsword." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh no, not again. \n\n[OOC]Are there scrolls here, or no?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos strips naked, but hardly seems to notice the pervasive chill of the Shadow Plane. His hands tremble as he flips the pages of the spellbook, but this is probably more out of excitement than cold.\n\nAchkby shakes his head and averts his gaze as Callos' privates dangle uncomfortably close to the halfling's eye level.\n\nAchkby searches in vain for any signs of arcane scrolls. As he thinks about it, aside from the occasional rune-inscribed doorway, there is almost no writing in Sphur Pentak. Achkby hypothesizes that gloamings might even be illiterate. Perhaps writing never developed on the ever-changing Plane of Shadow. Writing on shadowstuff paper would likely be as impermanent as scratching letters in the sand ...\n\nIn the end, Lissa finds herself irresistably drawn to one of the shortswords. Its cool hilt feels quite natural in her hands, as if she had wielding this weapon all her life.\n\n\nOOC: Lissa chooses the +1 anarchic shortsword. It is a small weapon, appropriate for her size.\n\nFor convenience, Lumpy's flail and Darius' bow end up being appropriately sized for them too, a fortunate side effect of the ever-shifting nature of the Plane.\n\nOn the other hand, writing never developed in gloaming culture, hence the lack of gloaming wizards or scrolls. The spellbook claimed by Callos was undoubtedly left behind by a Material adventurer, and is not made of shadowstuff. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan accepts the exchange of the coins for the cloak, and heads off to find some others and inquire thier opinion of it. When he see's Callos, he gives him his Cloak of Resistance, to cover up at least part of the problem.\n\"If any of the girls saw you like this again we'd never hear the end of it.\"\n\n(OOC: Already had a cloak, but a change is nice\nOh and I think magic weapons automatically rezize for thier wearer, or mybye just armor)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, the reclothed \n\nTaking the coat with a shrug he tied the clasp around his neck and made sure that it covered what was most important. Grinning humorously he laughed at Ackby.\n\n\" Don't act like your not impressed Ackby! \"\n\n\n((The cloak of resistence gives the plus to saves right? And what is the plus on it?))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nStill twirling his flail a bit, Lumpy peeks into the next store: looked like another one for mages, useless. but Callos wass there, covering himself with a new cloak instead of the Ranger's awful shirt,\n\n\" I missed something here, and am eternally greatful ta the powers above fer it. \"\n\nShaking his head, he moved along to the next store down the row without another word. Eventually, after looking around, he buys a set of shadowstuff clothing. After brandishing his shiny material coins and a bit of grumbled haggling, he hands over the agreed sum.\nThe cloak, belt and boots he keeps for himself, returning to the mageg's shop and tossing the shirt and pants over to Callos,\n\n\" At least cover yerself properly \"\n\n((Traveler's outfit for 2 silvers and 5 coppers))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAfter choosing a sword and belting it on (which takes some fumbling), Lissa hears some of her companions' voices outside the shop. She steps outside to better hear them, and grins at the topic. Heh, sounds like Callos traded his shirt for something. Raising her voice slightly, the gnome calls out, \"If you guys are talking about what I think you are, I'm glad I'm blind! Trust me, the sight of a naked human is worse at my height!\" Lissa grins mischievously in the direction of the voices, then ducks back inside the shop to barter for some crossbow bolts." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos the rightfully Indiginat \n\n\" Yeah yeah. Laugh all you want but theres something invigorating about free flying in this Underdark air. \"\n\nCallos indiginatly pulled on the shadowstuff pants then shirt as he stood there. Muttering to himself about smart aleck half orcs and gnomes the entire time until he stood straight once more, clutching the spellbook tightly in both hands.\n\n\" There, happy now? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn enters the gloaming market. He immediately starts looking for a clothing store with a selection of magical cloaks. \"Stupid mindflayer, stealing my good cloak...\" He begins counting out his coins and looking at what he has to offer after he browses the cloak selection and finds something good. After a short search, he realizes he only has 26 gold pieces and his winter blanket that he's willing to trade. \"Dumb portal, next time I get a horse, I'm bringing him with me everywhere! I lost to much of my equipment for it to happen again. Hmmm... Or I could get a backpack like Lissa's.\" After a little thought, he goes hunting for one of those. I can also give up my backpack for a Handy Haversack if I find one, but I can't give it up for the cloak. \n\nOOC: What cloaks do they have? Can he find a Heward's Handy Haversack? Will he have enough money for anything? Tune in next time, when DR posts..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Thanks the Gods. \n\n\" Thank the Gods. It's not pretty from here, though at least it doesn't attract any attention.\nAnyway, Lumpy, can you ask him if he has an elixir that'll let a body climb like a spider? \"\n\n[OOC]Requesting Potion of [i]Spider Climb[/b] (to replace the scroll spent so Sheyra could go through that tunnel). 50gp, yes?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa also trades 30 bolts for a set of 20 enchanted shadowstuff bolts. Though blind, she caresses her new acquisitions with a smile on her face.\n\n[hr]\nFizahn counts out the few coins he had on his person (not left on the other side of the Sea of Fallen Stars). He adds a winter blanket and his leather backpack. The gloamings smile politely but decline to trade for his meager offerings.\n\nThey seem intrigued by his magical dagger, however. They offer the shadowstuff equivalents of a high quality cloak of resistance and a handy haversack together if Fizahn is willing to give up the dagger.\n\n[hr]\nAchkby requests a potion of spider climb through Lumpy. A dark black vial is placed on the counter. Achkby counts out 50 gold pieces and is about to take the vial, but the gloaming places her hand on his and shakes her head no. \"It's 75 gold pieces,\" Lumpy translates.\n\n[hr]\nCallos accepts the clothes and the cloak gratefully. He is fully clothed for the first time since he was originally transformed into a drider. He immediately begins to pore over the spellbook to see what spells are recorded there ..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih, gripping his new dagger, looks for a place where he can see his reflection. As he searches, he rubs his chin and shakes his head." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra laughs at the sight of Callos stripping naked for the spellbook. \" Wow, I'm glad I only caught that from the back, \" she says, \" No offense meant, of course. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn only seems slightly dissapointed that they didn't accept his offer. I know a bad bargain when I hear one, and if they had traded me for those, it would have been one of the worst ever! I can't give up my dagger, I need a weapon. A weapon is a necessity, those things are just accessories. Fizahn politely declines the gloaming's counter offer. He pretends to browse the shop a while longer. I suppose I could try to steal something, but I'm stuck in the underdark and surrounded by gloamings. How would I escape if they caught me? That's a really bad idea. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa, on the other hand, walks out of the gloaming weapons shop with a smile on her face and one hand caressing the hilt of her new shortsword. The other hand is still using her rapier as a blind-gnome's cane. Navigating by the sound of voices, she manages to find the rest of the party. \"Well, I think I got a pretty good deal. Check out the new shortsword- it's magic!\" Lissa proudly displays her new acquisition. \"The gloamings really love fabrics, especially enchanted ones; I got this for three daggers and my cloak of resistance. If anyone's got a magic cloak that they're willing to part with, they can probably get a really good deal for it here.\" She shrugs. \"Of course, there's no telling how this shadow-stuff will perform back in our world, but I figured it was worth finding out.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some of you make deals, others don't, but either way, it is a pleasant distraction to be simply wandering through town shops without grumbling stomachs and constant fear of ambush.\n\nAfter many more hearty meals and a few long \"nights\" of rest, you are feeling reinvigorated and downright optimistic. Even the perpetual colorless dark gray atmosphere of the Shadow Plane seems somehow less oppressive than the total blackness of the Underdark.\n\nBut you sense intuitively that it would not be good to linger for too long on the Shadow Plane, eating the food and drinking the beverages. On some subconscious level, you can sense the shadow world beginning to affect your flesh and bones.\n\nThe gloamings too seem to grow weary of your presence. As the initial euphoria and excitement of novelty fades, you sense a growing discomfort among the gloamings and their smiles seem thinner and less genuine, as though you are houseguests that have overstayed your welcome.\n\n[hr]\nEventually, the gloamings quite literally show you to the door. As you leave through the main gates, you are surprised to see a trail leading into a vast forest. (There is no sign of the enormous cavern or the Sea of Starry Night.)\n\nThe trees of the forest seem to have lost their leaves, but their bare trunks and branches seem to glow ever-so-faintly against the pervasive charcoal gray of the Shadow Plane. The effect is much like that of a photographic negative (for those of you familiar with that wondrous technology from the Lantan Isles) ...\n\nA group of several dozen gloamings see you off, cheering and waving. They give each of you small kits with shadowstuff rations. You are assured that the trail will eventually lead to a city called Nyth. From there, it should be a short trip to Telflamm. When Lissa asks again about the healing spring, she receives a cryptic reply:\n\n\"It is said that, if the need is great enough, the spring will find you ...\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Enough shadowstuff supplies are provided for a week's worth of travel. Lumpy spent 1 gp on Callos' outfit, which is \"real\" instead of shadowstuff, presumably sold or left behind by a previous adventurer, and therefore not subject to a \"discount\". Achkby is not able to afford the potion at this time. Aeroz opts not to \"trade up\" for shadowstuff equipment. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" You know, Aeroz, \" Achkby remarks casually, \" I'm really looking forward to when you next get yourself some gold.\n\"But since there's quite a bit of travel left until something like that might happen, would you mind regaling us with exactly what you plan to do once we do reach this Telflamm of yours? \"\n\n[OOC]Can Achkby buy some shadowstuff clothes, just for the novelty of it? I know they don't wear clothes, but might they have some cloth-like thing that could be made into a robe or something? Or, failing that, he'd buy just some cloth-stuff not made into a robe... do they have blankets?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAfter a few days of rest and relaxation in the gloaming city it generally looked as if Callos had found time to clean himself up. He no longer had a starved appearance to him, curtesy of chowing down at mealtimes, and the clothing and cloak gave him a \"dashing\" appearence as he said, whither or not anyone else agreed with him. He even had time to clean up some of the stubble that had begun to accumalte on his face and seemed to have gotten over his grief for the moment.\n\n\" Ah, back to the fine fun road of adventure! Feels good to be out and about again. And now I don't have to worry about feeling embrassed cause of gloamings! A double whammy! \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"If the need is great enough, the spring will find me... hmm.\" Lissa muses on the riddle as she walks. During their stay in Sphur Pentak, the gnome has grown more skilled at navigating blind with the aid of her rapier, although she does still sometimes bump into things or wander off in the wrong direction. \"I hope that being cursed with blindness is a great enough need. I mean, it's not like this is going to kill me directly- I hope- but it could well kill me indirectly if we run into something nasty and I dodge the wrong way.\" She shrugs. \"Anyway, the gloamings were awfully nice, weren't they? I feel kind of bad for staying so long, but it was so nice to have actual food and real beds...\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, as \"real\" as you can get on the Shadow Plane, I guess. But yeah, I'm gonna miss those guys.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nSeveral days of near-normalcy had improved Lumpy's mood greatly. He was clean, he'd had a chance to bathe, and even to shave the growing crop of hair from his bumpy scalp. He'd eaten AND slept, luxuries his week or so in the underdark hadn't afforded him much of in the past. And he had a new flail - sure, it was a little odd, and he didn't even know if it would work in the real world (after all, it hadn't hurt the stone trolls) or if light would make it evaporate or whatever, but it was a flail.\n\nThe burly orc was actually grinning as he tracked down the road in his distinctive half-limp. In the days of their stay in Sphur Pentak, not even after rest and healing had he ceased limping like that, perhaps sign of an old injury that hadn't healed quite right. It was evidently the source of his apparent awkwardness, and the reason he looked so lopsided most of the time, but he never spoke of it, and didn't seem to let it bother him. As he led the way through the forest, glancing alertly about, he couldn't help but keep a hand resting upon his flail, considering,\n\n What'll I call you, I wonder? Well, I named Thresher because that's what it was for, threshing grain. And Grinder because of what I did to that gnoll's face that first time. Guess I'll come up with something after I see you working. \n\nHe glances back at the others,\n\n\" Hey, they offered the food and beds, ain't my fault fer taking them. They booted us when it was time. ya gotta get used ta that. Not that I really like it that much here anyway. I ain't never seen a shadow my entire life, and now they're trying ta tell me we're walking around somewhere made'a them. It just don't feel right. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well Achby, to tell you the truth I haven't the slightest. I'm supposed to find some dagger that some necromancer that Fizhan is after. According to Lumpy, the people who have the dagger are holed up in some drow encampent. And since these people assasinated a high ranking diplomat in Hlondeth, I am cheerfully assuming that they have escaped, because that makes my job a lot easier. I guess we go and find one of Baran's associates, get some more information, and maybe some backup, before some Mulhorandi cop gets his hands on me and I get executed, or I get sliced up by some beastie along the way. \"\n\nAeroz takes a short breath and calms himself down. Obviously this has been a trying experience for him. The loss of Sedryn and this task that he has been charged with seems to be really putting a lot of stress on him.\n\n\" You know what the worst part about this is? I still don't know if I can trust any of you. I've spent gods know how long in this stinking underground hellhole and I still can't understand why I can't trust any of you. Achby and Darius saved my life once and got me out of a stone prison, and I still really don't know. People keep dying, and we still don't know who or what killed Sedryn. Djtal bit the big one and Thokk's gone too. \"\n\nAeroz sighs and sits down on the ground.\n\n\" Still, it doesn't matter. I'm already in this mess so I might as well get myself out of it. This'll be one hell of a story though. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa groans, slapping a hand on her forehead. \"Oh no, not this again! Look- all of us have fought alongside you, Aeroz, okay? Need I remind anyone of the consequences last time we tried to resolve the trust issue?\" She points to her blind eyes. \"In the absence of knowledge, you have to go on instinct. I don't know about you, but my instincts say that I stand a much better chance of surviving with the group- even if that group includes an insane body-hopping wizard. Plus there's the fact that I owe almost all of you my life for coming to get me from the undead drow thing.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAt the mention of the dead drow creature the newly looking human coughed a little. It was obvious he was embrassed about it and spoke up in a second or two.\n\n\" Yeah...uh...I never got around to apologziing about that, did I? I just kind of threatened you. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Trust isn't the issue here. This is just way too much pressure. I think I'm starting to break here. Every little thing we do is just to find the artifact or kill the evil necromancer or one thing or another and its just driving me a little mad...You know what, nevermind. Lets just get this over with. Its pointless for me to complain because it ain't gonna change anything. \"\n\nAeroz stands up and puts his hand on Lissa's shoulder.\n\n\" And ya know what? After all of this is done, I might just retire. Maybe start going through those wizard books again. Who knows? All I do know is that first we gotta get your sight back, and then we can worry about the other stuff. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Aye, one helluva story indeed. They'll write songs about us!\" Darius says with a littlee laugh. Walking off to the side of the group, he begins to mumble to himself.\n\n \"Oooh, there once was a- no... big green thing? What was it called? Tendril-something... Oooh, there once was a tendrily monster... dammit.\" \n\n((Not taking bard next level))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Before leaving Sphur Pentak, Achkby purchases a square of shadowstuff cloth for a handful of copper pieces. He runs the silky smooth, cool fabric through his hands a few times before neatly folding it away into his backpack.\n\n[hr]\nThe path through the shadow forest gently winds its way between the naked trees. You make excellent time along the flat, smooth ground, and soon Sphur Pentak disappears into the distance behind you. Stark branches loom overhead forming angular patterns against the deep charcoal sky. Gnarled tree trunks stretch as far as you can see in every direction.\n\nGradually everyone begins to feel a bit uneasy. It takes a while to put a finger on it, but eventually you realize that it is the unnatural silence that is so perturbing. There are no sounds from birds or insects. There is no crunching of leaves underfoot. You hear no sound, except for your own breathing and faint clinking from your gear.\n\n[hr]\nAfter a \"day\" of marching, you settle down for the \"night\". Hajih is unsuccessful at making a campfire out of a small number of broken branches, but no one really minds. Your bodies seem to have gotten accustomed to the invariant neutral coolness of the Shadow Plane.\n\nAlthough your bodies have been rejuvenated by the brief respite in Sphur Pentak, your emotions remain strained. Aeroz seems resigned to continuing forward to Telflamm, hoping to intercept the assassins and the Kris of Sethra there, but the constant uncertainly has taken a toll.\n\nThe shadow rations are filling, and soon each of you prepares for bed. You have gotten used to taking watch shifts and keeping an eye on each other in the knowledge that one of you might not be who he (or she) seems to be. The \"night\" passes uneventfully.\n\n[hr]\nIn the morning, everyone packs back up and moves out after breakfast. It looks like it is going to be another monotonous day of hiking along the clear path through the shadow forest.\n\nIt is almost lunchtime, when Lumpy, at the point, suddenly stops, crouches, and raises a fist, signaling everyone to freeze.\n\nSilently he points ahead towards 2 o'clock. A small campfire is visible several hundred yards away between the trees. The fire is yellow and orange - the first natural colors you have seen in a long time - standing out vibrantly against the otherwise dark gray/black forest." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Maybe now we get to see how this shadowstuff performs...\" Darius says as he slings his bow off of his back in anticipation of a fight.\n\n \"Let's go and check it out, shall we?\" \nDarius heads forward at a leisurely pace, humming to himself.\n\n Fires in the distance... demon fires... put them out... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan is quiet for the entire walk, wieghing heavily his thoughts.\n Inteprting that vision is getting harder and harder as things progress. Things are moving to fast and changing too often to know know when to expect the vision to occur. I'm worried for Sheyra from this, but I still do not know what roll she plays, or why she is targeted, or why anyone should be killed in this event.\nThis was easier with the lizardman. He would think and worry on this, taking the burden of the issue off of us. I wonder if any of them remember this vision, or if they've even thought about it since it's passing... \n\nlooking up to the fire, \"How the hell did they start a fire here?\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFeeling a hand on her shoulder- she's not sure whose- Lissa halts along with everyone else. The Shadow Plane has probably affected her the least of anyone in the party, since she hasn't been able to see any of it. As she hears Elthan, Lissa whispers back, \"A fire? Wow, really? That's a neat trick in this place. Are we going over to see who it is?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" I'm sure they're lot's a ways ta do it, but I bet we don't really wanna find none'a them out. But I ain't leaving it at my back without knowing what it is. Spread out a bit, we move up real casual like, get a better look. Find out just what this is. Just try and keep a decent formation. \"\n\nRising from his crouch stiffly, the big orc slips his new flail free from it's position at his waist, stepping off the road towards the fire. He gestures left with his flail, then right with his other hand, indicating the others should fan out into flanks behind him." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Fire. That could mean one of two things. Another traveller who needs our gracious help, or something else that is trying to systematicall kill us all off. Damn I hope its the first one for a change. \"\n\nAeroz sneaks ahead, keeping his head relativley low and his eyes on what is the source of the fire (aside from kindling, in which case there would hopefully be little problem).\n\n[OOC: Hide roll: 18+9=27, Move silently roll: 14+9=23, Spot 2+8=10, Search 8+8=16, low light vision]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" All right, \" whispers Achkby loudly, \" here we go. \"\n Ooh, boy. Brandobaris, as you have helped me before, grace me with stealth. \nHe unhooks his spear and, holding it at the ready, advances with the others, staring around for threats and trying to use his Halfling instincts to better hide himself. From the corner of his eye, he watches Aeroz, trying to emulate the other's stealthy movements.\n\n[OOC]Rolls:\n Spot (1d20-1=9) \n Hide (1d20+6=24) \n Move Silently (1d20+4=8) \n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n A fire? Well that is certainly something new. Callos smiled a little eagerly. Maybe it was the fact that he was confidant once more now that he had his spellbook again or something else. But nonetheless his fingers grasped and closed eagerly and his movements where a bit...loud.\n\n((OOC: Hide: 15+1=16\nMove Silently: 5+1=6\nSpot: 12+5=17))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nSlinking down into a sort of half crouch, Hajih hears a slight whisper on the edge of his hearing.\n\nWith a well practiced action, he draws Thokk’s bastard sword and creeps up with the rest of the party.\n\n Don't let the orc know, you're better than him . \n\n[hr]\n OOC \nHide: 12\nMove Silently: 18" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa the Silent \n\nLissa moves forward with the others. She can't see places to hide herself, but attempts to move as quietly as she can. Which is very quietly; her light footsteps scarcely make a sound on the shadow-forest floor.\n\n\nOOC: Move Silently check = 19 . And yes, that's with the -2 blindness mod! I figured Hide was an 'activity that relies on vision', so didn't bother rolling it." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n I doubt it will be something nice. At least we're well rested and prepared for a fight. Fizahn follows the example set by the rest of the party. He begins silently stalking toward the fire while trying to remain hidden.\n\nOOC: Move Silently 22 (11+11) Hide... Well, I think my die hates me... 1, but I get a +15 modifier on it!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Several of you spread out through the woods, encircling the encampment from two directions. Darius chooses to take the most direct route forward, straight toward the fire.\n\nAs you approach, you are able to see cloaked figures seated around the campfire. They appear to be chatting quietly while sharing a simple meal.\n\nThey seem to be unaware of your presence until Callos inadvertently steps on a branch, making a very un-shadowforest-like CRAAAACKKK!!! \n\n[hr]\nThe figures leap to their feet. There are five of them. Although they are cloaked, you can tell that two of the figures are male, two are female, and one appears to be a dwarf.\n\nOnly one is armed. One of the females holds a shortspear with a heavily muscled, tattooed arm ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc mutters grumpily, \" Dammit, always something. \"\n\n Well, guess we'll see how this plays out first. Keep their eyes on me for now. \n\nStraightening out, he lowers his flail from it's readied position, letting it hang by his side as he noisily approaches the fire. To the others, it's fairly obvious he's intentionally bumping brush and dragging his feet. He forces a smile across his fangy maw, growling an attempt at a jovial greeting,\n\n\" Hey there! Good ta see another soul out in this boring place. How'd ya get a fire going? I ain't had much luck with that. \"\n\n Well, now everyone either thinks I'm crazy or stupid. Hell, even I think it. just great. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Why always with the spooky cloaks? he mutters to himself with a chuckle, then steps up to the campfire.\n\n \"Well hello there!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen the twig snapped he froze and continued to stare with wide eyes at the group in front of them. It would take only one jab from that spear to put an end to him probaly. Better to not draw attention....Dammit! They were going to alk out and meet them?! What if they where hostile? What if they where unfriendly? Screw it. Might as well expose himself as well.\n\nKeeping a careful eye on the strangers and keeping his hands up peacefully he stepped out from where he had been hiding. Trying in each of the languages he knows.\n\n\"Peace strangers, we mean no harm.\"\n((OOC: Don't think there is a font color for \"I'll try every language I know\" so I went for plain.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n What in the Nine Hells...! Lissa freezes in place, listening intently to her comrades' actions and the movements of the strangers. Although her hand goes to the hilt of her new shortsword, she doesn't draw it just yet. She just waits and listens." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achlby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh, no, not again. \n\nAchkby freezes in place, but then begins slowly advanceing again, trying to remain hidden as the Lumpy, Darius, and Callos distract the fire's owners.\n\n[OOC]\n Move Silently (1d20+4=21) \n Move Silently Hide (1d20+6=8) (Sorry, forgot to change the title to 'Hide,' which this was to be for, but I got the modifier right.)\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih rises from his crouched stance and approaches the fire.\n\n \"Howdy folks\" he says with a grin." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n It can't be! Fizahn stands up too. He looks at the figures stupidly for a second before waving. I might be going crazy, but it's worth a try. \"Well, fancy meeting you here, Taern, Graevic, Sedryn, Thokk, and, I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name! Do I know you? If you're not those people, you can just write my greeting off as stress due to the shadow realm... But you do so remind me of them!\" Fizahn gives a toothy grin and casually flicks his \"short sword\" into the air." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n Who are Taern and Graevic? \n\nAeroz still remains hidden. He draws his crossbow and loads a bolt. If these people are agressive, Aeroz will take a shot at them. If they give my position away I swear I'll kill 'em " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Fizahn, is that you?\"\n\nThe spear-wielder pulls back her hood, revealing herself to be a tattoed wild elf. She smiles in recognition and lowers her spear, which glows softly.\n\nThe other figures also pull back their hoods:\n\nSedryn smiles broadly, his face as warm and bright as the morning sun.\n\nThokk smirks and places his hands on his hips.\n\nDjital raises a hand in greeting, his blue eyes shine brightly.\n\nA human female is the last to reveal herself. She is stunningly beautiful, with violet eyes, and ivory skin. Her lustrous chestnut hair is pulled back and fixed with a simple silver hairpin. She smiles uncertainly and hangs back.\n\nLinda gasps and whispers, \"It can't be ...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa jabs the spellcaster in the ribs. \"What?! What's going on? For the love of all the gods, somebody tell me what's going on!\" I freaking HATE being blind! Arrrrgh! She stands up, since she hears several other party members doing so. \"Has Fizahn finally cracked? I thought I heard him greet two of those people as Thokk and Sedryn...\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks from face to face studying each one in turn. After looking over each person he smiles but that quickly fades.\n\n I can't believe I expected it... it seems so stupid... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n I really must learn not to stay in back so much, I might miss something. Did Fizahn just greet Taern? Sedryn? \n\nElthan finally closes in on the group.\n\n So it is then.... But who is that other? I don't remember her.... \n\n\"Excuse me, you in the back. While I am joyfull at the sight of my deceased companions, I must inquire as to who you are. I do not remember you being in our travels, nor do I know of anyone like you who has died. Enlighten me, please. Are you the illusionist who brought them back to our midst from our minds, or a figment yourself? Or is this just another obstacle this underground sends against us?\"\nDespite his claim, Elthan does not sound joyous in his speech, but accusatory and suspicious.\n\n(OOC: Will to Disbelive- http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=367489 )" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIt call came rushing back at that moment. The sorrow and memories that had been repressed by the stay in the gloaming city. And with it the rage that had accompanied his only friends death but now it had a new source. Hands clenched in tightly against his side even as he trembled in his fury. It didn't help matters that the cool and logical voice that had guided him for so long was telling him this couldn't be. He had seen the body and had watched the life leave his friend. And then it proceeded to list spells that could make the appearance of people.\n\n\" Liars and decievers! Y-you dare to descreate the memory of my friend! I'll roast your liver over a slow spit! Your souls will be in agony for eternity to toying with my mind vile trickesters! \"\n\nThe words came out as a hiss and anger burned in his eyes but there was hesitance too. What if it was really him? Or if it was his mind playing tricks on him and he attacked innocent people?" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy mutters something incoherant, backing off a step,\n\n\" Ya know what? I'm just gonna let this one sort itself out. Something's gonna freak out or blow up, or try to eat us soon enough, an' I ain't gonna bother myself worrying about it til' then. Someone else deal with it. \"\n\nHe glances over at Lissa with a dismissive shrug, even though she can't see him,\n\n\" Hells, I dunno.. Ghosts, shadows or something. Like I said, I ain't figgering it out. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz *** an eyebrow and stands up, crossbow still loaded and in hand.\n\n\" I don't know who you two, but Thokk, Djtal and Sedryn are Dead. Now, would someone care to to explain what's really going on? Because I have a very hard time believing that you two were ressurected. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n No. Way. Can this be happening? What are the rules in this world of Shadow? \n\nAchkby stays crouched in the bushes, silently watching the proceedings. He racks his brain to see if he might ever have heard of such Shadowy resurrection, and then trying to make out some vestiges of a spell.\n\n[OOC]\n Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+9=25) \nThough I'm not sure if there's anythign Spellcraft can do in this situation, but if there is, Spellcraft (1d20+9=28) \n[/OOC]\n\nIf neither yields anything fruitful, he mutters a brief incantation with a couple of gestures, casting a spell to search for any active magics.\n\n[OOC]\n Spell Failure (Armor) (1d10=2) (Whew)\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Taern looks shocked and perhaps a bit scared by your party's reactions. \"Dead? Fizahn, what is your friend saying?\n\nDjital, also looks dismayed. \"Callos, my friend, do you not recognize me?\"\n\nThokk reacts with anger. \"What in the hells are you saying?\" Thokk looks a little more closely at Hajih. \"Is that my sword?\" His eyes narrow as he clenches his fists. \"What in Moradin's name is going on?\"\n\nThe woman shrinks back slightly as the accusations fly, but she does not speak. Her perfectly formed eyebrows crinkle in worry, and her eyes dart from face to face in confusion.\n\nOnly Sedryn remains calm. He speaks softly and thoughtfully, as if to himself. \"Dead? Hmm. That would explain many things ...\"\n\n\"Friends,\" he raises his voice so that all can hear him, \"I understand your suspicions, but rest assured, we mean you no harm.\"\n\n\"I can speak for all of us when I say that none of us are exactly sure how we came to this place. Each of us awoke here, without any memory of how we came into this forest.\n\n\"You say that we are dead? Well, dead we may be. How then can we explain your presence here? Perhaps you are the figments of imagination - fragments of memories, our friends and loved ones left behind. Or are you angels - servants of the Morning Lord sent to guide the faithful?\"\n\nSedryn pauses, then turns and addresses his companions.\n\n\"Or perhaps we are all sharing some kind of group hallucination. It was obvious that the spring's waters had magical properties. Maybe this is some kind of side-effect? I recognize some of them, but not all. Can this all be a dream?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, confident now that they are not merely a figment, slowly emerges from his cover. Stopping next to his... friends who are entirely alive, he gives a slow wave to those whom he knows to be deceased.\n\n Could... could it really... be... them ?\n\nAnd... Sedryn... might he know... how he died? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz still keeps his crossbow raised. Dead friends coming back and still thinking that they are still alive generally wasn't a good thing in Aeroz's book. Still, he wondered how things would played out.\n\n\" I don't know about the rest of these guys, but I assure you I'm not any angel of any kind. Killed too many people to be one. And you said something about a spring. We're looking for one. Do you know where it is? \"\n\nAeroz patiently awaits \"Sedryn's\" response. He keeps his eye on the two that he hasn't met, Taern and the other woman.\n\n Well, Fizhan seems to know the woman with the spear, but I no one seems to recognize the other woman. I wonder, what if they are alive. What if they were brought here by someone or something, and the waters from that spring brought them back. Or maybe it's a trap. It's always a trap... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Urgh... you're dead Sedryn... stop talking. You too Thokk, dead people aren't supposed to talk. Unless they're zombies... now go lie down or something... Mmurgh.\" \n\nDarius is obviously very confused by this whole affair, he leans the nearest tree, rubbing his forehead." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHolding Thokk's sword up in front of him with both hands, Hajih shrugs and replies to Thokk \"Yeah, it is your sword, that is, if you are Thokk\" \n\nFlipping the sword around so it's tip rests on the ground, Hajih continues \"In my experience, most people who have their heads crushed...\" he points to Sedryn \"...or are eaten by a ball of slime...\" he points to Thokk \"...or are shredded by a big stone monster...\" he points to Djital \"...Don't sit around camp fires swapping stories. So I think I’ll join the others in asking, who are you really?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "Callos calmed himself with a great effort of will. After all he wouldn't be able to pierce this illusion if he wasn't able to stay calm and puzzle through all of this. People he had seen died where walking in front of him. Okay, he was a necromancer, he was used to it. But they where sentinet and seemed to retain all of their memories...\n\n\" Prove your real. Tell us something only the real you's would know. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"I don't belive any of this. There are to many inconsistancies. You all are dead, and unless your deaths where imagined, then you must be. And that!\"\nElthan points to the fire, sparkling yellow and orange, contrasting agaisnt the grayscale of the shadows.\n\"This, is the plane of shadows. That should not be possible, nor should you.\", Elthan appears quite confident.\n\nConfused,\"Wait, whats this about a spring?...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"THE SPRING! Great Baravar Cloakshadow, they found the spring!\" Lissa pops up from concealment, beaming blindly. Inside, though, the gnome is considerably more skeptical. 'Ni te pharkalu, quo lun verra lu.' Ten to one these are really some sort of shapeshifting guardians that protect the spring, or judge whether you really need it, or some such thing. Because Thokk's really going to come back after having his body totally destroyed by a hideous black slime monster... yeah right. That kind of thing only happens in tales. She stumbles down the hill toward the group, still beaming. First things first. Lets see if Elthan's right, and some illusionist is playing silly buggers. \n\nLissa attempts to locate Thokk by touch and give him a big hug. \"Oh, Thokk, this is such a wonderful surprise! We all thought you were dead after that battle with the lich and his four driders! And Sedryn! Who bashed in your head, man? Did you ever finish preparing that spell? If you did, would you cast it for us? And Djital! Great good gods, that was the most spectacularly stupid stunt I've heard of in a long time... and I think it saved a life. Congratulations. Now go calm Callos down, he just about went berserk after you got mauled.\" Heh, any number of opportunities in there for them to trip up. Okay Lissa, think about Something Else in case one of them is reading your mind. Ooh, favorite topic- yummy halfling! \n\n\nOOC: Will save vs. illusions: check = 20 ;D For a regular Will save, just subtract 2.\n\nThe phrase Lissa quotes is Gnomish from Races of Stone: \"If you see it, it's not the right 'it'.\" More loosely translated, \"don't believe your eyes\" or \"appearances are deceiving\". I thought it appropriate for a cleric of a deity of illusion. :)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n This is insane. I can't deal with comrades who have died gruesome deaths returning fully whole on another plane comprised entirely of shadow. This is just too much for me.\n\nI'm not getting paid nearly enough for this. \n\nAchkby leans againt his spear and closes his eyes tightly. He shakes his head vigorously, blinks a few times, and looks again. They're still there.\n\n\" None of them are any magic I'm familiar with... \" he announces a tad bit uneasily.\n\n[OOC]So you know, posting might be a bit sketchy through Thursday evening, everything's happening this week.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The last thing Sedryn remembers is falling asleep in the caves after praying for the power to detect evil. Thokk remembers fighting the drow mummy (\"a she-bitch, not a man, as you well remember!\") and being grabbed around the neck before he \"passed out.\" Djital remembers little other than seeing Darius fall and feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins as he charged the stone troll-beast. Taern's last memory is of having her hand amputated by the bebilith in the cave under the Grey Keep.\n\nAll four of them seem disturbed to hear that they are supposed to be dead.\n\n\"Somehow, the spring must have brought us back. Look!\" Taern shows her regenerated hand. Her tattoos stop at her forearm. The flesh from the forearm to her fingertips is pristine. She flexes her fingers to show that they work perfectly well.\n\nDjital, too, has been healed. Both eyes are an icy blue, as they had been before he was cursed into the form of a drider.\n\n[hr]\nSedryn recounts how he and Aeroz and Wottworte and Lithandrill witnessed the theft of the serpentine dagger (later identified as the Kris of Sethra ). He also describes how the Mulhorandi attacked the Sea Lion , and how Sheyra's escorts sacrificed themselves in order to fake Sheyra's death in the hopes of giving her a new chance at life.\n\nSedryn's description of Sheyra's fights in the Mud Bowl and of being swallowed by the tendriculos seem too authentic to be the product of an imposter.\n\nLikewise, Djital recounts several anecdotes of his experiences with Callos before they were turned into driders that slowly convince Callos that, impossible as it may seem, the person he sees in front of him is truly Djital after all.\n\n[hr]\nOnly the chestnut haired woman does not speak. She seems bewildered by the discussions, as if she does not speak Common. Linda approaches her and begins to speak to her in some kind of dialect. The woman's violet eyes light up, and she immediately responds in the same tongue ...\n\nLinda appears shaken as she turns back to the rest of the party. \"This woman is, or appears to be, someone from my past. Someone I thought had died long ago. How can this be?\"" }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra finally speaks up. \" You said you found the spring, \" she says, \" I think it would go a long way towards getting us to trust you if you helped us cure Lissa's eyes. \" Despite her cautious tone of voice, she seems overjoyed at the thought of her dead companions being given another chance at life.\n\nOOC: Sorry about the lack of posting. Between classes and perpetual illness, I haven't had time to do much. Real life's a huge pain, isn't it?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"The spring is just down this way ...\"\n\nTaern and Sedryn lead you down a gentle slope to a quietly babbling brook. Following the brook a short distance to its source, they point out a small crystal-clear pool. The surface of the water is still and mirror-like, reflecting the angular geometric tree stumps and branches.\n\nThe pool lies in the center of a small glade. Trees rise up on all sides while their branches arch gently over the pool, forming a cathedral-like protective ceiling. The warm yellow glow from the campfire is visible not far away. All is quiet and peaceful.\n\nIf a location can be said to have an \"aura\", this spring seems to positively radiate safety and comfort." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa pumps a fist in the air, grinning madly. \"YESSSS! I'll finally be useful again! As soon as I'm cured, I fully intend to thank all of you properly.\" She cautiously finds her way to the pool, and sighs in content upon feeling the calming aura. \"Mmm... this place feels good. I bet it's just brimming with positive energy. Wonder why it's in the Shadow Plane?\" The gnome shrugs, then kneels down by the pool. Did the gloamings say to drink the water, or bathe my eyes in it? Hmm, I don't think they did. Well, my eyes are the affected part. Lissa carefully washes her eyes with the waters of the pool." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa kneels by the pool and gently washes her face, the cool water soothing her eyes. Her heart leaps as she begins to be able to make out light and dark. She keeps washing, and gradually her blindness dissolves, like cobwebs being swept out from under a bed.\n\nShe raises her head and blinks rapidly to bring her eyes back into focus. The first face she sees belongs to Sedryn, who stands beside her, beaming.\n\n\"Is that better?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIts too much. Even though he believed that Djital was actually standing there before him it was too much. He couldn't possibly understand how this had happened since it was far to bewildering. Instead he merely walked next to Djital in brooding silence, his agile mind desparatly trying to wrap itself around this puzzle." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa the unblinded! \n\nWith a wordless, joyous squeal, Lissa jumps up and wraps herself around Sedryn's waist in a full-contact hug. \"I CAN SEE! Thank Baravar, I can SEE again! Omigods, Sedryn!\" The high-strung gnome bursts into tears. \"You were dead... I saw you, your head was all smashed in and everything... and I tried to find out who did it, I really did! But when I cast the spell I got blind, and that really sucks, I don't know how other blind people put up with it, and we still don't know who did it! And then Thokk, and Djital, and omigods!\" Lissa clings even tighter to the cleric's waist, sobbing. Evidently the emotional dam just broke." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nUnimpressed, \"Okay, so it has some healing abilities, but to the extent of reviving the dead? In color ? I can understand rejuvenative properties, but a spring altering the nature of a plane(at least to those who have benifited from it)? I suppose thiers only one way to see it's full properties.\"\n\nFrom his bag, Elthan pulls out a small, blue, rectangular box, and from that a dead and shrivled mouse. Holding it by the tail, he dunks it into the water to see what happens.\n\n(OOC: Amazingly, a fluff item finds a purpose. I guess we could have added it to our food supplies when we where starving, but who would really eat a box of month old dead mice?)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn kneels and returns Lissa's embrace.\n\nHis smile is genuine as he embraces her small frame. He leans back and wipes away her tears. \"I am fine, brave one. And now, so are you!\"\n\n[hr]\nElthan conducts an experiment of his own, dipping one of his preserved mice into the spring. At first, nothing happens except that the mouse gets thoroughly soaked. After a few seconds, however, the mouse shivers and its eyes open. It squeaks excitedly and begins to wriggle. Elthan drops the mouse in surprise, and it scampers off into the woods ..." }, { "author": "Elmorwen", "message": " Sheyra \n\nSheyra's heart leaps when she sees the dead mouse return to life. \" Amazing! \" she cries, \" I've never seen anything like this. Now if only we had the body of that tendriculous-boy... \" Upon mentioning that, Sheyra realizes something. \" Wait a minute... how is this possible? Thokk's body was destroyed and we burned Sedryn in his funeral. Even if that weren't the case, who took the bodies to this spring? \" She turns to Sedryn. \" Was anyone else here when you woke up? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn walks to the spring in stunned silence. He watches Lissa and the mouse heal surprised. This spring is amazing! It still doesn't explain how everyone got here though. Someone should think to cast detect magic on them though. \"Wow Taern, how have you been? Any clue how long you've been here? Do you still have Aercalad ? Sorry for drilling you with questions, but I haven't seen you in a long time. I'm sure you have plenty of questions for me and I'll answer them all in due time. We're still hunting Sethra. How did you all meet? I know Thokk would have introduced you to Sedryn, but Thokk died before we met Djital, and I have no idea who the other woman is.\" Fizahn waits for Taern to finish answering his questions and will answer any she asks." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"Wow...Really... Now, I am impressed... Say, did anyone save any empty potion bottles? This would be great to have around.\"\n\nElthan rummages through his own pack, but finds no containers." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" SEDRYN YOU MASHED UP SON OF A DRETCH!! \" Aeroz exclaims as he runs towards his formely dead companion. \" It's damn good to see you. \"\n\nAeroz goes to hug Sedryn, but stops himself in the middle of it. \" Sorry, it's been a little rough without you here. We did cremate you, so how could you be here? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sedryn is happy to see both Sheyra and Aeroz, but he just shrugs in response to their questions.\n\n\"I can't explain it either. The five of us woke up by the side of the spring simultaneously as best I can tell. The wild elf had her gear with her and started the fire up on higher ground. We were just introducing ourselves to each other when you arrived!\n\n\"Perhaps the final confrontation with this 'Sethra' is near, and our presence was required somehow? I can think of no other reason why the gods would bring us back this way ...\"\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, Taern smiles from ear to ear as she is reunited with Fizahn and the Elthans. \"Of course I still have Aercalad,\" she exclaims, holding aloft her spear. Her smile fades however when she tries to explain how she came to be here.\n\n\"Well, I was .. I mean, we were ... well, you know, we were fighting that spider demon-thing, and it ... uh, well it got my hand didn't it?\" She looks at her intact, but no longer tattooed, hand with some confusion and falls silent.\n\n[hr]\n\"Aye, lass. When last we saw ye, ye were running back into the cave to fetch yer blasted spear! When ye didn't come through the portal we figgered ye fer a goner.\"\n\nThokk frowns as your comments and questions start to register. \"What's this about my body being destroyed and eaten by a slime? AND WHY IS THE FRUITCAKE RANGER CARRYING MY SWORD!!!\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa finally releases Sedryn's legs, drying her eyes and blowing her nose on a rag. \"Thanks, Sedryn. I guess I needed that. Wow, this place really does look strange!\" She cranes her neck, looking around in amazement. This is the first time she's been able to see since before the party entered the Shadow Plane. Then Thokk starts in about his body and his sword. Lissa winces, holding up a hand.\n\n \"Look, calm down Thokk, please? You're kinda scaring me there.\" She sighs, toying with the homemade holy symbol around her neck. \"Um, see, the thing is, we were carrying your body so we could find a place to give you a proper funeral like we did Sedryn. Somebody- I think it was Aeroz- took your sword so we could give it to a temple of Moradin once we got back to the surface. But then this huge- I mean really huge, not just by my standards!- black slimy thing oozed under a door and came barreling after us!\" Lissa shivers a bit at the memory. \"I was still suffering from the spider poison, so I couldn't run that fast. I thought for sure I was a goner, the slime was moving faster than me. But four of the big folk were carrying your body in a net... and, well, somebody suggested putting me in the net instead so I wouldn't get eaten... I'm sorry, Thokk!\" The dwarf is the next one to get a full-contact hug. \"We tried, we really did! Oh yeah, and the fruitcake ranger has your sword because he needed a weapon and yours is too good to just sit around.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Fruitcake? Watch what you’re saying ya knee-high little...\" Hajih stops himself and frowns and mutters darkly \"I'm glad it was my idea to leave this midget for the scum.\" \n\nWith a sign, Hajih walks over to the spring and scoops up a handful of water and takes a large drink." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior/Cynic \n\nTrue to his word, Lumpy stays out of things, following the others at a fair distance, arms crossed and flail hanging loosely from his grip. His scowl was overlayed with skepticism - he didn't believe in miracles, nor divine intervention on his behalf. Not in 26 years had he ever gotten anything from anyone that he didn't have to give up something else for, an there was always a catch to everything. Miraculous things never happened to him.\n\nHe lacked the deep connection with any of the former dead like the others had, andd that let him keep his dispassionate distance. He'd always preferred it that way, given the number of comrades in arms he'd seen buried.\n\nAfter a long silence, he finally speaks up, a soft, almost threatening undertone to his growl,\n\n\" OUt of abject curiosity, ain't ya still carrying his ashes? \" He waves a hand at Lissa, then more sharply at Sedryn. \" I'm sorta wondering what it's like ta be two places at once. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Hajih bends over to sip from the spring, Thokk sneaks up behind him and kicks him in the rear, knocking him into the pool.\n\nSputtering, Hajih surfaces, reaches out, grabs one of Thokk's thick legs and drags him into the pool with him. The ranger and dwarf wrestle in the water. At first, both of them seem angry, but eventually the absurdity of the whole situation dawns on them and they both drag themselves out of the spring and collapse, laughing and spent.\n\n\"Well, fer a fruitcake, I guess yer not all that bad after all! I will be wantin my sword back though ...\"\n\n[hr]\nLissa fishes a small bundle out of her haversack.\n\n\"What's this?\" asks Sedryn when she places the bundle into his hands.\n\nA strange expression passes over Sedryn's face when he is told that he is holding his own ashes. His face loses its color, and he hastily hands the package back to Lissa. He places a hand over his heart and mutters a brief prayer to Lathander.\n\n\"So, how did I die exactly?\"\n\nSedryn blanches further when he hears the details of his grisly murder. He sits down by the edge of the spring and places his head in his hands. \"This doesn't make any sense ...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa the curious \n\nLissa raises her eyebrows at the confused cleric. \"Yeah, now you see why we're so confused to see you all here!\" She looks from the bag of ashes in her hand... to the pool... to Sedryn... and back again. I wonder... No! Things are fine the way they are!... But if he's really alive, then giving the ashes a little dip won't hurt, and I REALLY want to see what happens!... What if we end up with two Sedryns?... Hey, that would be excellent! Three healers, two of them full clerics? I'm totally doing this now! \n\nThe gnome casually walks over to the spring, bag of ashes in hand. When she doesn't think anyone is looking, Lissa carefully drops the bag in..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius remains quiet, thoughts brooding in his mind. He keeps his eyes on the one that Linda recognized. He heads over to speak with Linda.\n\n \"Of course I don't know anything about your past, I barely even know you, but I'm curious as to who this person is... and does she have anything to do with this Sethra?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The sack of ashes floats for a while, then slowly sinks. Lissa watches it for a while expecting ... well, she's not sure exactly what she is expecting.\n\nDisappointingly, the bag of ashes simply gets wet and drifts down to the bottom of the pool, out of sight. No additional Sedryns pop out of the water. Lissa stares into the pool for several minutes just to be sure nothing surprising is going to happen.\n\nWhen she turns away from the pool, she sees Sedryn watching her silently. The expression on his face is hard to read. He shivers, turns away, and walks slowly back towards the campfire.\n\n[hr]\nThe Elthans crouch by the pool resurrecting mice gleefully. Thokk begins to polish his sword, muttering about how only dwarves know how to take care of fine steel properly. Taern listens intently as Fizahn fills her in on the adventures that she has missed. Callos and Djital converse animatedly, happy to be reunited.\n\nAeroz joins Sedryn by the fire. Solemnly, the elf passes Sedryn's holy symbol and mace back to the cleric. Aeroz also gives Sedryn back his gold signet ring. Sedryn places the medallion around his neck and slips the ring onto his finger. Resting his mace on one shoulder, he grips Aeroz's shoulder tightly. He has no words to express his gratitude.\n\nDarius wanders back towards the fire as well, looking for Linda and the dark-haired woman. To his surprise they aren't there. He backtracks and verifies that they aren't by the pool either. The two women have vanished ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius' head shifts rapidly from side to side, trying to catch a glimpse of them somewhere in the woods.\n\nHe hisses something under his breath, then turns to the party with a dark and fiery glare, spitting out his words.\n\n \"They're gone! Gah!\" \n\nHis sword practically leaps to his right hand, his torch to the left. He spins around, looking for some trace of them.\n\n \"Hajih! You're the ranger here, find them!\" \n\nWhen he finishes yelling he places his torch back, and slides it down his new bow with a slight shudder, his eyes drift off for a moment before he snaps back to attention." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy disengages himself from the shadow tree he's taken to sagging against, fixing Darius with a hard stare,\n\n\" Ya know, there is such thing as privacy. Even I can tell they got issues ta work out, whoever the Hell that woman is. Let 'em work it out on their own. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"Find them? I wouldn't know where to start, I don't even have a full sized weapon.\" Hajih holds up the small shadow stuff dagger. He shakes out his oversized hat and places it back on his head.\n\n \"Sorry Darius, I'm leaving them be, like Lumpy said, they might have 'issues' to work out.\" Sitting himself on a fallen log, Hajih begins to carve something out of a small piece of shadow plane tree." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa walks slowly back over to the fire. Well, now you've done it again. Congratulations on making a fool of yourself, Lissa. She sighs, looking over at Sedryn. Guess I'd better go talk to him... though what you say in this situation, I have no idea. \"Um, sorry I dropped the ashes of your body in the magic healing spring?\" Uh-huh. Etiquette doesn't quite cover much of what we run into. \n\nShe sits down by Sedryn, smiling up at him tentatively. \"So, um, did anyone tell you that I got to be a cleric? Not on your level, of course, since I was only just chosen.\" Lissa holds up her homemade holy symbol. \"I had to make it myself, since we were in the Underdark and all, but Baravar doesn't seem to mind.\" She lets the medallion fall, looking pensive. \"That's how I got blinded, actually... I tried to detect evil on the group and some worthless sonuva... um, somebody cast a blindness spell on me. Probably Sethra.\" The gnome scowls. \"The cowardly scum. How are we supposed to fight what we can't see, or hear, or touch?\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, done resurecting mice, goes over to the chatting clerics. Eckun is on his arm, a tail hanging out of it's mouth.\n\n\"You don't, thats why he tried probally. Since we havn't given him any further chances to reep mayhem on our sences, we havn't had any sign of him since.\"\n\"Since he tried to kiil or maim you both, I feel safest saying this too you. If Sedryn and the others came back to life without any body, the same may be true for Sethra. I feel we may have indirectly led him to his return, if he has figured this out himself, or if he is even with us still.\"\n\n\"I'd suggest we leave soon\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"After all we've been through you still think it's prefectly safe to let someone just wander off? We couldn't even find out who killed Sedryn, and you could have just let that very person vanish without a word? Where's the logic in this?\" \n\nDarius sighs, crushing a twig under his foot. He keeps his sword dangling in his head, looking left and right for some sign of the missing people." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party spends several hours searching for Linda and the dark-haired woman. Unfortunately, there is relatively little ground cover in the shadow forest, plus the morphic nature of the shadow plane ensures that no tracks last for long.\n\nHajih tries his best, but is unable to find a trail. At least, he opines, there is no sign of a struggle or foul play.\n\nYou shout for Linda until your voices are hoarse, but there is no reply from the dark forest.\n\n[hr]\nYou reconvene at the fire. Sedryn is pleased to hear that Lissa has chose the path of a cleric. He frowns, however, when he hears about how Lissa was blinded.\n\n\"The power of darkness is strong within this Sethra . It can not be coincidence that Aeroz and I seek his dagger, while these other good people are searching for the necromancer himself.\n\n\"We have been brought together for a reaons. Sethra must be found and destroyed. The kris must be the key!\"\n\nSedryn turns to Sheyra.\n\n\"I am sorry that we got you mixed up in all of this. I know that all you want to do is reach your family and safety. Yet, it may be that our meeting was not an accident, as it first appeared. We have all heard that the Sethra-hunters saw you in the portal ... this has not yet been explained ...\"\n\n[hr]\nOnce it seems clear that Linda and the other woman will not be returning, the party packs up and hits the trail once more.\n\nIt feels strangely comforting to have Thokk, Taern, Sedryn, and Djital at your sides once more.\n\nThokk insists on taking the point. Taern sings a travel song. Sedryn walks with Lissa and Sheyra. And Djital converses happily with Callos." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" This is unbelievable! The power of this spring is simply amazing to have completely brought someone back to life with all of their memories. \"\n\nCallos remiansed with his dear friend about what had happened after the stone sentinal and about things that had happened before then. Something was off but it was primarily paranoia in the back of his mind about all of this." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, I'm not gonna say I knew it.... even though I did... I'm not the bragging type...\" Darius says with a sarcastic sneer.\n\nHe walks along the back of the party, whistling to himself, and becoming absorbed in his own thoughts again." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa looks rather disturbed at the loss of the spellcaster, but there's really nothing anyone can do. I just hope she's okay... this place is creepy enough with a group. \n\nTurning to Sedryn, Lissa asks, \"So, do you know anything specific about this 'kris' thing? Other than the fact that it's a magic knife that's somehow connected to Sethra? You made a good point in that we have people working toward two different, yet similar goals here. Maybe if we all put our heads together we can come up with something.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nWhile walking, Aeroz has a look of contemplation on his face. Possibly because he is still wracking his brain for how Sedryn could be alive.\n\n\" Hey, I just thought of something. What if it's this environment that's keeping you alive? The plane of shadow I mean. What if it, combined with the effects of the spring and it's own properties ressurected you? What if you can't leave? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You have heard the story before, but Sedryn willingly retells the tale of how he and Aeroz (along with Lithandrill and Wottworte) were sitting in a tavern (\"the Black Bat, if memory serves ...\") when a man burst in clutching something in his hands.\n\nThe man was afraid for his life, and for good reason. The man was carrying a serpentine dagger, but he was cut down by a red-haired woman who appeared out of the shadows.\n\nIt turned out that the man was an envoy from Thay. Aeroz and Sedryn (and the others) were framed for the death of the envoy, and have been seeking the true killers and the dagger in order to clear their name.\n\nOne of the Elthans jumps in to explain how the dagger is apparently known as the kris of Sethra , and just happens to have been a source of power for the very same necromancer that they (the Elthans, Taern, Thokk, Fizahn, and Linda) have been searching for.\n\nThe fact that your two parties were brought together can hardly be a coincidence.\n\n[hr]\nSedryn listens to Aeroz's concerns, but has no answer for him.\n\nThe party marches on for many hours and is just about to settle down for a rest when Hajih spots a faint glow from a campfire in the distance ..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" That reminds me, I wonder how Lithandrill is doing anways? Last I remember he was getting drunk in that town. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nPushing his hat out of his eyes, Hajih points towards the campfire and addresses the group \"Over there, a campfire, it might be them, or more dead companions... or both.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Or they might be the dead companions.\" Darius says with a little morbid chuckle." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Ow. I'm sorry I was gone. After an insane week, some friends decided that we needed to go someplace interesting, and spirited me away before I could let you people know. Anyway, I'm here now, and should be able to post consistently for a while.\nI don't think I'm going to try and play through all of what I missed, please pretend Achkby was appropriately disconcerted and pleased by the spring's effects.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby trudges silently along, trying to stick close to the Elthans. He listens carefully as the story of the quests is related once again, but then sinks back into his pondering.\n\n What is their role in all of this? What factions are interested in all of this? How many are there? Might there just be one or two, playing us against themselves from all sides? I have no idea what my role in all of this might be. Perhaps I'm in over my head. I'm really just a wanderer.\nI always felt I should be part of something larger... but now I am, and is it too large? Too serious? Seeing our revived comrades makes me realize just how many people have died in the search for this 'Sethra' and his 'Kris.' These four... and the tentacle-beast-boy... and perhaps the Druid and the Drow. And... and the other halfling, before me. Wottworte.\nAll this death, and so much hardship... think of Lissa, blinded... and all of us, stumbling around in the Underdark for days with no food... and hurt on countless other occasions. Is it worth it, for me to be tied up in it all for next to nothing? \n\n[OOC]And I felt like doing a little internal monologue to get back into the swing of things. Oh, how I've missed seeing my time gobbled up by this rapturous website...[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc shrugs, still keeping himself indifferent on the matter, \" Hey, they wander off, it's their price ta pay. \"\n\nWhen the fire is spotted, he grumbles softly, glancing at Hajih, \" How is it that everyone but ya can light a fire in this damned place? \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks back at Lumpy and replies sarcastically\n\n \"Can I come back from the dead? No, I can’t, Lumpy. So not being able to light a fire seems rather petty compared to that.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party approaches quietly, spreading out in order to surround the campfire.\n\nAs you near the fire, you see no one. The fire seems to have been left untended for many hours and is dying out.\n\n[hr]\nAs you step into the clearing, you get a strange sense of deja vu . You've been here before.\n\nA quick search of the area finds the spring nearby, confirming that you seem to have circled around and found yourself back at the campsite.\n\nTaern is sure, however, that she put out the fire before the party left. Someone must have been here while you were away and rekindled the flames.\n\nIndeed, Hajih is able to detect two pairs of footsteps in the ashes around the campfire. Someone was here not long ago ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn approaches the fire cautiously. He carefully scans the distance. A chill creeps through him as he looks at the footprints Hajih indicated. Involuntarily he shudders. What could be out there? I'm not sure I like this shadow plane anymore. \"Linda or her friend could have made the footprints. There are only two pair, but others could have not stepped in the ashes. I don't like this. Hajih, can you track the person by ash footprints they might have left after exiting the camp?\" How could we have made a circle without meaning to? Unless the spring really appears when you need it and one of us needs it now, or will need it... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius whistles a little ditty, prodding one of the logs with his foot closer to the flame.\n\n \"Meh... I knew it.\" \n I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, here they are all standing in a row... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe now-sighted Lissa has had her crossbow out and loaded with one of her new shadowstuff bolts since they first left the campsite. She blinks, taking in the fire, then sighs. \"I hate wilderness. All these trees look the same to me. A nice big city, now, that I can navigate.\" The gnome looks around warily for any sign of danger, or of Linda and the other woman." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih, pushing his soaked hat out of his eyes, looks down at the footprints.\n\n \"I think I can follow them, the tracks seem clear enough.\" \n\n(Survival check for Tracking: 23)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The footsteps lead back to the trail.\n\nTaern slings her pack back over her shoulder. \"Shall we follow them?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" This seems a bit odd. After all, if those two where stealthy enough to avoid us before, then why did something change now? \" Callos mused out loud, after all it would be better if they did hear him. As much as he wanted to find Linda and discover the idenity of the other woman, they didn't seem the type to be sloppy when trying to make a stealthy get-a-way." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Might as well follow, it beats standing around here.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa nods, hefting her crossbow as she eyes the tracks suspiciously. \"Yeah, it does seem a bit strange, doesn't it?\" She shrugs. \"But like Darius said, it beats standing around. The sooner we get out of here, the better.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby nods, a thin-lipped smile flitting to his face. He pulls his spear from his back -- the first time he's unslung it in a mercifully long time.\n\n\" We might actually manage to get somewhere, \" he comments.\n\n And now more people missing... what have I gotten myself into? " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Of all the times to not prepare my mind reading spells, I choose today! Great. At the very least I could have determined what way they....why am I speaking in Draconic? \"\n\nWith a blink, Callos pondered on that problem before his mind drew him back to the present and to this dilemma. Bending down close to the tracks he peered closely at them. Maybe he could tell how old they were. In his free hand however he held his spellbook, ready and waiting, for an attack." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With growing unease, the party sets out along the trail once again, leaving the fire to burn. The footsteps fade away quickly, but the path itself is easy to follow.\n\nAfter a few hours, Hajih spots a distant light. Approaching with a mixture of fascination and dread, you find yourselves back at the campfire once again.\n\nSitting by the campfire is the dark-haired woman. Her face is buried in her hands. Her shoulders shake as she sobs quietly ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\n\"I knew it, another circle. Those tracks where most probally out own. I'm curious as to whether we'll end up back here no matter which direction we go or if it's only the one... And we still don't know who she is, exactly. Did Linda ever metion her name?\"\n\n I still think she has something to do with this. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "What are you talking about?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby jabs the jabbering Elthan hard with the butt of his spear, trying to get him to shut up. He gestures with the business end to the woman by the fire.\n\" Does anyone recognize her ? \" he whispers." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih shakes his head and draws the shadowstuff stiletto dagger on his belt.\n\n \"Alright\" he says in an exasperated tone \"I'm getting tired of these fires, wandering in circles and missing people.\" \n\nHe strides up to the dark haired woman and points the long dagger at her face.\n\n \"Who are you and what do you know about what's going on\" \n\n(Intimidate, if necessary, +1)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUpon seeing the campfire again, Lissa's face takes on an expression of incredulous disgust. \"Again?! That shael vuk campfire again? Great good gods!\" She throws her hands in the air, crossbow and all. \"What in the Infinite Layers of the Abyss is going on here?\" Then she spots Hajih shoving a dagger in the face of the strange woman. Lissa sighs, rolls her eyes, and strides over. \"Oh, give it a rest, Hajih. What makes you think she has any more control over all this than the rest of us do? Besides, she doesn't speak Common. Remember? Lets see if we can figure out a language she does understand.\" Lissa tries out basic greetings in all the languages she knows, watching to see if the stranger responds to any of them.\n\n\nOOC: Languages Lissa speaks, besides Common:\nGnome\nDraconic\nUndercommon\nCelestial" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The woman wipes away her tears and stands when confronted by Hajih. She draws herself up into a regal pose and smooths back her chestnut-hair. Standing in the glow of the fire, she stares down the ranger, her violet eyes flash with anger, showing no fear even as he threatens her with his dagger.\n\nTaern, Thokk, and Sedryn do not know who she is either. \"She was with us when we awoke. That's all we know ...\"\n\n[hr]\nWhen Lissa tries to converse with her, she finds no common language to communicate with. She comes closest with draconic, but Lissa and the woman don't seem to be using the exact same dialect.\n\nThe woman waves her hands about, \"Not ... real ...\" She again bursts into tears. \"All ... dead ...\"\n\nAs she continues to sob, she begins to fade. She literally dematerializes before your eyes, disappearing into thin air ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's eyes grow huge as she watches the stranger vanish. If she 'wasn't real', then Thokk and Sedryn... NO! The gnome rushes at Thokk, catching him in a desperate hug. \"Don't go! You're real, I'm sure you are! Don't go away like she just did!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Hmmm... She can't just have... gone. \n\nHe goes through another well-rehearsed sequence of motions and sibilant words.\n\n[OOC]\n Detect Magic sweeping where she was and the area where she might have gone, particularly away from us.\n Spell Failure (1d10=6) \n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius jumps back as the woman vanishes into nothingness...\n\n \"In the name of all that is holy... what just happened!?\n\n\"Linda! Linda where are you!? We... need... help!\" \n\nDarius has always been troubled by problems he can't solve with a quick bowshot, and lately life has been hurling these problems at him." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nThe dour orc nods, finding the woman's disappearance to be strong confirmation to his intial thoughts. There was a trick to this, and it sure seemed to be playing out this way. On the other hand, he was still completely and utterly in the dark as to what any of it meant - \"their\" companions hadn't faded out, and still seemed as real as anyone, but he wasn't about to judge them as such, especially now.\n\n\" See someone's just screwing with us now. I swear, this plane is as bad as the Underdark, just one thing after another getting it's jollies by poking at ya. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is no trace left of the woman with chestnut hair and violet eyes. Always the skeptic, Achkby scans the area to see if you are being victimized by an illusion or an invisibility spell, but eventually he is forced to admit that the woman truly seems to have vanished.\n\nLissa grabs Thokk, holding him tight, much to his surprise. Neither he nor Sedryn or Taern seem to be fading at the moment.\n\nHajih stokes the fire, which burns brightly allowing you to see color within its radius of illumination, in stark contrast the the otherwise black and white shades of the shadow plane. Everyone is exhausted after encountering the fire for the third time. You consider resting here for the \"night.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Ok, now that we have more people, we'll have three or so up at each watch. I don't like this forest, and there's no telling what'll happen here.\n\nIf you see or hear anything even slightly suspicious, wake everyone up instantly.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ye gods, lassie! What be the matter with ye? Im here, and I'm not going anywhere\" \n\nCalms down\n\n \"Though it is good to be back lass, Ill make sure you dont get hurt again.\" \n\n\nOOC: Remember, Orange is Gnomish! HAHAHAHA!" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Well apparently if you don't think you're real, you fade out of existence on this plane. Maybe Linda faded out of existence after being skeptical of her friend and thinking she was dreaming and not really here. Then of course her friend figured she wasn't real and faded out just as we came upon her.\" Fizahn ponders a few minutes before dismissing this theory. I have probably just come up with the worst thought out theory ever. Why wasn't Linda with her though? \"As far as we know, Linda's still out there. I suppose we can begin searching for her tomorrow.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAfter the woman vanished and Lissa glomphed the surprised Thokk, Callos turned expectantly to Djital and seemed to simply wait.\n\n\" Well? Aren't you going to vanish too? Or will you stick around for a little while longer... \"\n\nInside of his mind two diffrent sides seemed to be arguing inside of him. One side, the logical half, argued that since the woman had vanished then Djital probaly would soon as well. The illogical claimed that since Thokk and Sedyrn where still around then Djital must be real. Unbeknowest to the necromancer he was mouthing out his arguement under his breath..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nWith one last squeeze (as best as she can manage through Thokk's plate armor, which isn't much), Lissa releases the dwarf. \"It's good to have you back, too. Even though it does mean I can't make snide remarks to Fizahn in Gnomish about big folk anymore.\" She winks at him, then sets about unrolling her bedroll near the fire. \"I don't know about that one, Fizahn. How could Linda think she was dreaming? This place may be strange, but it's real.\" Lissa raps her knuckles on a piece of stacked firewood for emphasis. \"I'm too tired to think about it any more tonight. I'll take dawn watch, if that's all right with everyone...\" The gnome glances up at the unchanging sky. \"Or whatever the hells you want to call it here.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I suppose, \" begins Achkby reluctantly, \" We should only have one of our newly revived comrades on watch at a time, just in case any more... fading... occurs.\n\"Which, of course, I'm sure it won't, but, you know... just in case... \" he trails off and glances uneasily to Sedryn and Thokk." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn grins at Thokk and Lissa. \"He might be bigger than us, but I don't think Thokk considers himself among the big folks. Besides, Thokk could take any of our remarks and respond with ones about ten times worse.\" \n\n Fizahn shrugs as Lissa mentions Linda and his theory. \"I was just musing out loud. I didn't stop and consider what I was saying before I said it. That theory's completely wrong.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Im in a class of my own, laddie, and could take on any of the bigger folk. Im a dwarf, hard as granite, and deadly as steel. Ill keep you wee ones safe\" \n\nTo the group\n\n \"I sure as hell aint going nowhere, and dont plan on it. I am here right now, and can feel myself, and im sure im not a figment of nobodies imigination! Ill take first watch, as normal\" \n\nHuffs over to stand guard\n\n Pst, whats all this jabber about dissapearing? Im the last of the Mitheral Guard, and we dont let anyone or anything slow us down! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Cautiously, your party takes turns sleeping or resting/meditating. Thokk slips quickly back into his role as if he has been with you the entire time.\n\nTaern and Sedryn seem less disturbed by the disappearance of the woman than the rest of you. Taern likely doesn't understand the implications of it, while Sedryn seems to be handling the unusual events with calm equanimity.\n\nTaern hums herself to sleep. Sedryn lies down near the fire after praying to his god. Before he sleeps he catches Lissa's eye. \"Don't worry,\" he says. \"I know that I am safe with all of you nearby!\"\n\nThe shadow forest is unnaturally still, making each watch shift an unnerving experience. Only the low hissing and popping of the campfire breaks the almost total silence of the endless night.\n\n[hr]\nIn the middle of the rest period, those who are sleeping are awakened by one of the Elthans, who was on watch. He points to the dark gray featureless sky. A poorly-defined shadow seems to be moving up there, circling like a vulture who has spied fresh carrion ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe normally cheerful Lissa is irritable at being awakened before her watch, and even more so when she realizes there might be danger. Fortunately she's been sleeping in her studded leather, opting for security over comfort in this potentially perilous environment. Lissa straps on her sword belt, puts on her haversack and loads her crossbow with one of her new shadowstuff bolts, muttering unprintable things in Gnomish and casting dark looks up at the shadow." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lets get ready lads, no telling what this might be... \n\nPulls out longbow and readies an action to fire should the creature attack" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIrriatable was hardly the word to describe Callos's mood at the moment. A good night sleep ruined because of some shadow in the sky. Very well then, they would just have to deal with it then. Spellbook in one hand as he gazed up hard at the shadow.\n\n\" Always when your about to sleep something decides to eat you... \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"It's been a looong time since i went bird-huntin'.\" \n\nDarius draws his bow, aiming up at the bird, and readying an action to fire if it swoops down too fast.\n\n((How big is the shadow?))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby tries to punch the Elthan as he is awoken, but once he realizes the circumstances of their situation, quickly and silently arises, gathering his possession to him with alarming alacrity.\n\" Not like I haven't had to do this before, \" he mutters quietly. Opting to leave his armor packed away, he drapes the shadowstuff shroud about his shoulders and ove rhis pack, hoping to better blend in with the figments of their environment should there be an attack.\n\n\" Who will check for threats which might be gathered about us? \" he asks in a whisper." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih gets up, pulling on his jacket and hat as he does . Pulling out the shadowstuff dagger in his belt, the ranger pushes the hat out of his eyes. He turns to the rest of the group.\n\n \"Maybe we should hide, or run, or both.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The shadowy form is barely visible against the dark sky, but if you try to look just off to the side, you are able to detect it in your peripheral vision.\n\nAt first you take the form to be a crow or raven, but as the creature spirals downward closer and closer toward your position, you realize that the shadow is far too large to be a mere bird.\n\nAt first it is difficult to tell how far away the creature is, but as it moves lower and lower, you realize that the creature is far larger than you had anticipated - it appears to be a have a \"wingspan\" of at least 40 feet!\n\nThe creature spirals downward toward your campsite, lazily drifting in ever tightening circles ...\n\n[hr]\nSedryn frowns. \"It's a nightwing! We need to get out of here!\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa gulps, cocking her crossbow and eyeing the nightwing. \"You really think we can outrun that thing, Sedryn? How fast do they fly? Remember, Achkby, Fizahn, Thokk and I don't have the long legs that you big folk have, and some of us are in heavy armor. Not exactly conducive to speed.\" She fingers her holy symbol with her left hand, glancing up at the shadowed sky again.\n\n\nOOC: Ready action to cast protection from evil on self if the nightwing attacks." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\n\" Nightwing? Nightwing...why does that sound so familiar... Nightwing. Ah to Avernus with the blasted thing! \"\n\nGlaring up at the creature his spellbook's pages flipped seemingly of their own accord until they stopped on the page of a spell which he intoned grimly, drawing the mystic symbols in the air.\n\n(If its within 150 ft, Heightened Blindess/Deafness DC 15 and choosing blindness))\n\nSuddenly what looked like a black mist wrapped around the shadows head, clinging at it desparatly before disapating.\n\n(If out of ranger cast Shield on self)\n\nOnce the last figure had been drawn they flared with silver light before vanishing. Briefly a large glowing blue shield flashed in front of him before also vanishing.\n\n\n((Knowledge Religon check to see if Callos knows what a nightwing is.\n\n13+10 ranks=23 total.))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lads, I think this might be a good time to move away and re-evaluate our current position...\" \n\nThokk starts edging away, but keeps the bow trained" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"A nightwing? Can I shoot it now?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nTypically irritable over having been waked early AGAIN, the burly orc steadily takes his feet, staring indecisively at the sky as he tries to sort out what's supposed to be shadow and what isn't. It wass hard, given the nature of his vision and the qualities of the plane, but he eventually managed to discern the poorly defined outline of the nightwing. As it's gross size became increasingly evident, he stoops to gather up his things and hastily pack them up,\n\n\" No, ya can't. Or ya shouldn't, if ya wanna get technical. That classifies as 'to big ta screw around with. I third the 'get the Hells out'a here suggestion. Pack up yer crap. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHearing Lumpy's suggestion/command, Lissa suddenly remembers her bedroll. Pack up... oh yeah... Hastily she rolls and ties it up, strapping it on top of her haversack. It would be very uncomfortable to forget the bedroll! Packing done, Lissa takes her crossbow in hand once more and looks around at the others. \"Well, run or fight? If it's going to be 'run', I'd like to know now so I can get a good start.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Well, I think we're going to flee, my darling, \" Achkby whispers. \" But let's do so quietly. If no one has a better idea, I say we go... that way, \" he says, directly away from the pool." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Knowing this place, we'll probably end up right back here... \" the elf mutters as he waits for the others to get moving." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Now, correct me if im wrong, but I thought that pool was really really holy. That beast up there, im gettin shivers just lookin at it, and I dont exactly think it is comming from on high to bless us with gems and mead (prase Moradin!). Methinks that away from the pool is a bad idea, and maybe simply laying low around the pool would be enough so it goes away. And should it attack, we have a superior defensive position to strike back!\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nGrabbing his bedroll, Hajih shoves the dagger back in his belt.\n\n \"Alright, to the spring then?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa squeezes Achkby's hand. \"Right, the healing pool it is. I know healing spells can hurt some evil creatures; maybe healing water will do the same thing!\" With that, she sets off in the direction of the spring at full speed, glancing up at the sky every so often to keep tabs on where the nightwing is." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby suggests taking the trail away from the campfire, but the rest of the party is inclined to make for the spring.\n\nRunning down the small hill towards the pool, you notice that the air seems to be quite chilly. To your surprise, you find snow on the ground, deeper as you get closer to the spring. Skidding to a stop at the pool's edge you discover that the spring has frozen solid and now appears to be a sheet of black ice.\n\nBehind you there is a muffled whoomp! as the shadowy form of the nightwing lands on the ground, smothering the campfire. Sparks fly, then there is simply darkness. You shiver as you huddle by the frozen spring.\n\nTaern, Sedryn, Djital, and Thokk look a little bit pale. They seem more affected by the sudden cold than the rest of you.\n\n[hr]\nAt first all is silent, then there is a crunch . After a few moments there is another crunch , and another. You hear the splintering of a tree trunk, then another crunch . The nightwing is moving towards you along the ground ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The nightwing is approaching but has not yet crested the hill. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Now what!?\" \n\nDarius brings his boot down full-speed onto the ice angrily, trying to break it." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nkneeling\n\n \"By the heat of the Forge, o Soul Father, melt away the gloom that surrounds us, and illuminate your gradure to all evil, and immolate them into non-being. Grant that your servent of the Guard be blessed with your holy fire, and burn away all impurity.\" \n\nRising\n\n \"MAY THE ANVIL SMITE THE IMPURE\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz sighs and mutters \" Here we go again... \". He then proceeds to draw his crossbow and load it.\n\n\" Shame I don't have another one of those flying potions around. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" No way! Okay the plane of Shadow has officially become the worst plane ever! \"\n\nCallos hissed out angerily after observing the frozen spring. The heck with this! This spring could be the only thing that might help and it was frozen?! Not for long then! Once more the pages of his spellbook flipped of their own accord until it was on a diffrent page. Once there Callos pointed his index and middle finger at the black ice and began to chant slowly making sure to get the intonations correct. Once he finished he put the spellbook away and put his hands together pointing at the ice with his fingers splayed.\n\n\" Out of the way archer man unless you want to get burned! \"\n\n((OOC: Guess I got the Shield spell then. Anywho, DR does Callos know what the thing is? And for actions gonna wait until Darious is off the ice and try to melt it with a burning hands spell.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby fumbles for his scroll case.\n\n\" Sedryn! \" he hisses, \" If I can cast an illusion to lure it into the spring... what might it be likely to jump upon? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nAt Callos' command Darius steps off the ice and fires the arrow he has had knocked at the nightwing.\n\n((5 ft. step and shoot))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa holds her holy symbol in one hand, chanting in Celestial. \"Baravar Cloakshadow, ward your servant from the forces of evil!\" A white glow flares up around the gnome for a moment.\n\n\nOOC: Cast protection from evil on self." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Damn you, Darius, are we even sure it's hostile?! You're always shooting first, and asking questions later! Didn't killing that boy teach you anything? \"\n\nHe glares at the overeager archer for a moment, and then turns back to Sedryn." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly fits a bolt into his crossbow. He looks over the crest of the hill to where the beast will come from. Taking aim, he prepares to fire. :Achkby, did you see how big that thing was? It probably has halfling stew for supper and the mistress was all out of halflings, so she sent it to get another one and if I know females, it had better not come home empty handed! You'd better be prepared to defend yourself because it will eat you!\" Fizahn strains to see the top of the hill. He looks prepared to fire when he sees the beast.\n\nOOC: Ready action shoot. To hit: 16 (9+7) Damage: 3 (1d6)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I may not be a genius, but I know a bit about birds of prey after a life of hunting. It was circling above us, that means it thinks we're dinner.\n\nI don't feel like being dinner.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, I dont intend on being dinner for anyone, espically not creepy flying beasties or jelly ones...\" \n\nShoots a dirty look around him\n\n \"Let thine hammer strike true\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A giant shadow rises up over the top of the hill, like an inky black tidal wave.\n\nFizahn and Darius loose their missiles at the monster, hitting it squarely in the center. The arrow and bolt are swallowed up by the darkness, leaving no mark.\n\nThe snow continues to crunch as the nightwing seems to ooze down the slope of the hill towards the spring.\n\nThin spidery cracks cobweb the surface of the spring from where Darius stomped on the ice, but the pool remains frozen solid.\n\n[hr]\nMany of you have heard tales of the various nightshades, powerful undead composed of equal parts darkness and absolute evil. A chill settles in your bones as you face this incarnation of shadowy death ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Stupid useless crap bow... let's try this.\" \n\nDarius whips another arrow out, this one shadowstuff, sending it hurtling towards the giant monstrosity." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nSlightly worried,\"Well, I'm not sure if our first plan is going to work. Anyone want to try a plan B?\"\n\nElthan, using the cloak, flies into the the air and begins to cast a familiar spell.\n\n(OOC: Activating an ability is a standard action. Ethan will cast Ray of Enfeeblement next round. I just hope it doesn't target the flying guy.)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Soul Father let thy fire melt this false ice and burn away impurity.\" \n\nThokk draws his sword, and smashes the ice again" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa carefully takes aim at the flying monstrosity, and lets loose with a shadowstuff bolt. While reloading with a similar bolt, she looks over at Sedryn. \"Some of Lathander's blessing would come in real handy about now, Sedryn!\" \n\n\nOOC: Stupid undead and their immunity to sneak attacks. :P\n Attack = 28 ::sob:: It could've been a crit!\n Damage = 4 " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Here! \" shouts Achkby, now clearly frightened by the presence of the nightwing.\n\nHe begins casting a spell, weaving his hands through quick, intricate patterns in time to his low, sibilant chant. From thin air, he pulls a familiar mass of bluish acid that darts down into the ice, eating away at the solid part of the spring.\n\n[OOC]Casting Melf's Acid Arrow where everyone else is trying to break through the ice. MAA damage (2d4=6) [/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz fires a bolt at the avian monster and takes a couple steps back, drawing a bolt and prepping his crossbow for a reload.\n\n\" Damn plane of shadow, damn shadow monster, damn dwarf rushing right into battle without a second thought \"\n\n[OOC: Green=elven]\n\n[Combat OOC: To hit - 11+6=17; Damage - 7]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy eyes the frozen spring suspiciously, yet another strange incongruency popping up in this place. If someone was yanking them around, at least they were doing a good job of keeping things inconsistant. He takes station facing the former campsite and the approaching shadow-thing, his flail in hand but unraised,\n\n\" Ya know, if we can't get this thing cracked soon, I still strongly advise we keep going. \"\n\nHe didn't know what was after him, but he wasn't overly keen on finding out just what something so large was capable of.\n\n\" This ain't gonna be like fighting drow or ogres or whatever back home. We belong there. Now we're in HIS element \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa and Darius send shadowstuff missiles into the nightwing. The giant bat-like shadowy creature shivers in agony as the magical projectiles strike. Aeroz aims well, but his missile passes through the beast as harmlessly as Fizahn's and Darius' earlier missiles.\n\nMeanwhile, Callos and Thokk continue to try to crack the surface of the spring. Callos' burning hands melt whatever the sheet of flame touches, but the water almost instantly refreezes. Even Thokk's mighty blows only craze the icy pond. Achkby attempts to melt the spring with acid. Sulfurous steam rises from where his acid arrows bore into the ice.\n\nOne of the Elthans flies up into the air and blasts the nightwing with a ray of enfeeblement . The other Elthan hurls magic missiles at the monster. Neither seems to affect the nightwing much ...\n\nThe temperature in the air drops as the nightwing continues to approach, splintering trees as it moves forward. It has no eyes to speak of, yet it homes in on your party like a moth to a flame.\n\n[hr]\nLissa turns to Sedryn, and Callos looks for Djital. Sedryn and Callos are standing at the edge of the spring with Taern, whose shortspear glows an intense white. All three of their faces are pale and grim.\n\nSedryn's eyes are dark as he calls out to Lissa. \"The nightwing is here for us , not you! Save yourselves! We will draw it away! Come on, Thokk! You know that we don't belong here!\"\n\nSedryn, Djital, and Taern turn and head deeper into the woods, without waiting to see if Thokk will follow.\n\nThe nightwing hesistates ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Cursed unmeltable ice! Its almost like some great evil overlord is looking down at us and stopping every attempt we try at surviving! Djital I could really...Djital? Where the bloody blazes do you think your...!? \n\nThe necromancer stopped and stared as his friend turned and ran into the woods towards the nightwing. Turning to look at the other people who he had met then back towards the direction that Djital had run in, indecision warred on his face. Almost involunatarily he took a couple of steps in the direction his friend had gone." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa freezes in the act of reloading her crossbow as she hears Sedryn's words. No... not again! Oh gods, I knew it was too good to be true... Aloud, she chokes out, \"No... please...\" The anguish in her dark eyes is heartwrenching. With sudden violence, Lissa shoves the crossbow mechanism into place with a loud click and whirls to aim at the nightwing once more. \"I'm not losing you again! Not without a fight!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby wavers at the edge of the pool.\n\n They mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to me. They mean nothing to me... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, I sure as hell belong here, its that creature that should not exisit. However, for the greater of the clan......\" \n \"Little lad, lass, take care of yourselves.\" \n \"ALL OF YE, RUN NOW AWAY FROM THAT ACURSED THING\" \n Forefathers, welcome me once more \n\nThokk Stands tall, delievers one final salute to the party as a whole, then charges the Nightwing" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Dammit, we can take this thing!\" \n\nDarius' eyes gleam wildly again as he rapidly fires two shadowstuff arrows, taking a few steps back from the nightwing.\n\n((I'll run if we're running, I'm with whatever for this one. Sorry I haven't posted since Thursday, I was away at ConnCon and will post more details about that in the IC thread.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Do they not realize that if they just split the hell up one of them might survive? Probably Thokk, because he's the smallest... Fizahn surveys the havoc being wrought by the nightwing's approach. He'll freeze to death before he gets to the beast. [color=Blue\"Bad idea Thokk! You've got no armor! If you just run away with us... Well, if it really is just after the people raised by the spring, you could probably run away and it would chase Sedryn, Taern, and Djital!\"[/color] Fizahn loads another crossbow bolt and points it at the monster as he looks around at his companions. \"If we are going to run that is.\" \n\nOOC: I'm with whatever, but I really don't want to see Thokk die again . I don't remember if Thokk does have armor on, but I think I remember it being mentioned somewhere that he didn't.\nTo hit: 23 (16+7) Damage: 1 (1d6)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Many members of the party waver as the nightshade approaches. Some look towards where Sedryn, Djital and Taern ran off into the woods, others look in the opposite direction, while a few continue to focus on the enormous shadowy bat-like creature as it takes a tentative step in the direction of the fleeing trio.\n\nHowling like a banshee, Thokk charges the nightwing, his robes flapping in the wind as he raises his sword over his head.\n\nIn a deceptively quick flowing motion, a shadowy maw appears - darkness within darkness - and clamps down on Thokk, like a shark biting a bluefish. With a shrug, the nightwing tosses Thokk aside - his white robes shredded by a dozen parallel lacerations. The robe becomes soaked in black blood almost instantly. With a cry, Thokk tries to slash at the nightwing to no avail.\n\nFizahn fires again without seeming to affect the creature, but Darius' shadowstuff arrows again hit their mark causing the same ripple of pain across the creature's body.\n\nThe nightwing seems to contract, then it unfurls its full wingspan, and launches into the air, heading in the direction taken by Sedryn, Djital, and Taern ...\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: As Thokk charges, he triggers an AoO, based on the nightwing's reach. The nightwing hits with a 30 (12 + 18) for 23 damage. Thokk attacks but misses with an 8.\n\nDarius hits with a 27 (15 + 12) and 22 (10 + 12) for a total of 12 points of damage. Fizahn misses with a 23.\n\nThe nightwing moves away without triggering an AoO. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius stares as the nightwing almost effortlessly tossed aside Thokk.\n\n \"Umm, actually, I don't think we can take this thing.\" \n\nDarius hesitates..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Great Golden Lords!\" Lissa stares at the grisly spectacle of the nightwing. Then long-honed survival instincts kick in, and she grabs the nearest person's arm; in this case, Callos. \"Come on, people! Move it! Don't let their sacrifice be for nothing!\" With that, she puts action to words and starts running in the opposite direction as Sedryn, Djital and Taern.\n\n\nOOC: Full-out run for as long as possible without getting fatigued, or until the party calls a halt." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I'm with Lissa here, lets run \"\n\n[OOC: Retreat action]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I can't just let him go by himself! The least I can do is try to help! Djital get back here! That thing will rip you apart! \"\n\nEven as he stared wantingly back to where his friend had vanished he didn't resist when the gnome pulled on his arm. Stumbling after Lissa he couldn't help but keep looking back towards where the nightwing was." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs Lissa makes a break for it, so, too, does Achkby. Encouraging Callos along as he can, Achkby takes off as fast as his little legs can carry him." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius takes a step back, forward, hesitant. He looks at the fleeing party members, the nightwing...\n\n \"This isn't going to work, we need another way!\" \n\nFiring one last shot at the giant fiend, he swivels around and runs away with the others." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n If I had gotten some shadow bolts... There's no way we can fight that thing! Fizahn quickly turns and flles with the others. He constantly looks over his shoulder to make sure the nightwing isn't following them and nothing else has found them." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nWaiting for the nightwing to take off\n\n \"Ach, im following ye now, I dont feel safe without fine dwarven steel, and if I am going to die again I am going to take out as much as possible.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe taciturn orc snorts, \" If yer coming, then come, but don't expect no one ta put up with ya if that damned bird comes back lookin fer the rest. \"\n\nWIth that, he turns, clanking along loudly after the others, tucking his flail back into his belt." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan just floats in the air, a little taken aback that his spells where useless.\n\"Hmm, are they moving down there? I guess I better follow them. At least it doesn't look like thier following the thing...\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party retreats, heading in the opposite direction to that taken by Sedryn, Taern, Djital and the nightwing. Soon they are swallowed up by the forest. Callos is left with only a glimpse of his friend running through the trees away from the nightwing.\n\nElthan glides high above the forest, trailing after the party. From his vantage point he is able to see the dark shadow sailing just at treetop level. Observing from a safe ever-increasing distance, he sees the shadow \"pounce\" down into the trees. There is movement and a flash of light as the nightwing catches up with its prey. After a few moments, however, all is still.\n\nElthan shakes his head as he floats back towards his friends. Sedryn, Taern and Djital didn't have a chance ...\n\n[hr]\nAs the party rushes away from the spring through the woods as quickly as possible, several members of the party wipe away tears. Losing friends is hard enough, but losing them twice is nearly unbearable for some of you.\n\nYou run and run and run, having no particular trail to follow. After a while, you pause to rest, noting that there are no signs of pursuit.\n\nSheyra is the first to notice the change. \"Look at the sky!\"\n\nToward the horizon bands of purple and orange are visible. As you watch, the sky becomes lighter and lighter. As it does so, you notice the trees begin to take on a more normal appearance. Leaf litter crunches underfoot as you walk towards the sunrise - the first one you have seen in weeks or maybe months ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nDazzled, \"Wow! Thats quite bueatifull, the transition from shadow to material. Interesting that the shadow plane overlaps here , though I see no reason why it shouldn't. Odder, though, is the the way it seemed we never left the caves of the underdark. No transition, just the sudden emergence of the sky.\"\n hmmm... Well, where ever we are, I'm more worried than ever. I haven't a clue what the foresight was ment for, and we grow ever closer to approching the possible spot of it's happening. I wonder if Sheyra's aware of this? " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n \"We're free of the underdark, the plane of shadows?\" He pulls off his hat and runs his hand through his hair.\n\n Free, finally, free " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nThe light hits Darius like a slap to the face.\n\n \"Are we... are we out? That's... that's the sun coming up. That's the sun...\" \n\nDarius stops walking and stares up at the great ball of fire rising in the distance.\n\n \"It can't be possible...\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhen Achkby realizes that he's returned to the real world of grass and sunlight, a huge grins breaks out over his face. He slows to a stop in a patch of light, and drops his pack to the ground.\n I'm home. \nHe sinks to his knees, and literally bends over to kiss the ground.\n Real earth, with real grass. \nHe rolls over on his back, and just wallows in the leaves for a little while, enjoying the feeling of plants scritching against his skin and sunlight warming him from above. As the sky lights up, he starts to laugh, and sits up.\nHe makes wide, sweeping gestures with his arms, trying to somehow articulate the magnificent feeling of freedom and... and rightness he has found, but eventually gives up.\n Air... space... with light . \nHe sighs deeply, and just sits there for a moment with a smile on his face, enjoying the first sunrise he has seen in a long, long time." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n The sun.. I'd almost forgotten. \n\nLumpy growls softly at the appearance of what seems to be the sun, real and true. It had been weeks now, since he'd seen it, and now the white-bright rays struck him in the face. Unbidden, water swiftly wells up in his eyes, pooling in the corners and streaking down his face. Almost immediately, he turns his head down, out of sight." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The air remains chilly even as the sun rises. The trees are barren, and the leaves on the ground are brown and dry. Winter is here.\n\nYou eventually encounter a path leading southwest, out of the woods. Following the path, the forest gives way to rolling hills. In the distance, there is the glint of the sea off to the west.\n\nA dog barks in the distance. A boy herding a flock of sheep spies your party as it exits the forest. He takes off running away from you toward a small village visible in the distance to the south." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nPredictably enough, the high-strung Lissa starts crying once they reach the light. From her expression, it's a mixture of grief at having lost her comrades again and joy at having reached the relative safety of the Material surface world. The sun! Oh gods, it's been so long since I've seen the sun! Sedryn, Thokk, Djital... they should've been here to see this... She kneels and starts praying in Gnomish through her tears, a prayer of thanks for the living and grief for the dead.\n\nOnce the party gets going again, Lissa dries her eyes and resumes her usual watchfulness. \"I wonder where we are? Somewhere near Telflamm, presumably, but that doesn't really help with navigation.\" When they spot the shepherd boy, Lissa points toward him. \"Why don't we ask a local for directions?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy, Half-Orc Warrior \n\nWHen Lumpy looks up once more, his countenance as been altered. It isn't a matter of expression- in fact, his fatalistic scowl is present and unchanged. His eyes account for the discrepency, still a watery red that couldn't possibly be sadness or relief, if the rest of his visage is any indicator. Whereas they appeared a mundane brown in the near-total murk of the underdark, his irides no longer account for the entirety of his eyes's color, now offset against jaundiced schlera and increasingly visible blood vessels.\n\nHe flicks his head irritably in response to Lissa, rather like a mule trying to dislodge a bothersome fly,\n\n\" Something tells me he ain't in the mood ta talk. Running away is generally a sign'a things like that. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, let's head to the town anyways, I'm sure it won't be as dangerous as the past few weeks.\" \n\nDarius sighs happily, staring up at the winter sky. For the first time in a long, long while, his mind is fully calm.\n\n \"I wonder what they have in town... I could use a pipe...\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk merely looks around, not concentrating on other people or any particular object, simply soaking in the beauty around him\n\n Sunlight, the last we have seen since we went into the damned castle... \n \"Lads, where ever we may be, the Light of Moradin shines down upon us\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Ya know what, for how badly I wanted to see the sun again...I'm almost vomitting at the brightness and feel oddly...hateful towards it. Crazy huh? \"\n\nA look and air of melachony had settled over the necromancer as the sun rose and he stared out around him. When the sheperd boy ran, well he would too if a bunch of armed people came out of the woods looking extremely battered. It would almost stand to reason they would be in a foul mood and more importantly might be dragging trouble after them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You follow the narrow trail down the hills toward the small village.\n\nAs you approach, you can see that your appearance seems to have caused quite a stir.\n\nThe shepherd boy has alerted the villagers, and a hastily assembled band of farmers and villagers is gathering at the edge of the village. They are generally armed with pitchforks and other improvised weapons. None are armored.\n\nAs you get within earshot, the villagers' \"leader\" whose apron and hammer mark him as the blacksmith calls out, \"That's close enough! Who are you and what do you want!\"\n\nA faint strain in his voice betrays his fear, though he tries to be as intimidating as he can." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius waves a hand lazily at the blacksmith, walking up to him.\n\n \"Food, drink, a place to stay, and a horse if you've got one. And a few gallons of ale if you've got that too.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"We plan to buy all of that, of course!\", Lissa hastily adds, jogging alongside the tall archer. She puts her crossbow away as she jogs, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. \"Directions to Telflamm would be nice too; we're kind of lost. Um, Telflamm is somewhere around here, right?\" Be just our luck if we landed in Thay or something... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh, come on, the important part was obviously the 'who,' and not the 'what'... \n\n\" We're lost, you see... we're traveling mercenaries, and we're supposed to be heading to Telflamm, but the guides who were with us turned on our group in the night. We had quite a scuffle, and managed to dispatch most of the traitors, though some got away, but now we're lost. They were taking us on a shortcut through the woods, they said, but now I don't know where they leading us... \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The blacksmith's eyes narrow suspiciously. \"A shortcut from where?\"\n\nThe other villagers murmur to themselves.\n\n\"They're lying, Brandt! Don't listen to them!\"\n\"They came OUT of the forest. You know what that means!\"\n\"Gods preserve us!\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Note to self: Don't let Ackby lie for the group ever again! \n\n\n\" You know, I can hear what your talking about over there and let me just say that it hurts. Deep down where theres supposed to be a heart. But no really think logically good village people. If we wanted to harm you, we would have done it. If we were lying for some odd reason we would have never even approached your town to increase the chances of not being caught in said lie. And if we were dangerous then how did the sheperd boy make it back? Granted I don't think we look all that great but evil or dangerous we are not. Not only that we have recently lost some very dear friends and I for one am not in a good mood for arguing with people. So how about a compromise, you get one of us as insurance during the duration of our stay here. If we misbehave do what you want to the captive. If we don't, then we happily leave the next morning with the insurance no harm done and your little village a little bit richer. Granted no mistreating the one we use for insurance. Hell, I'll even volunteer for it myself. And to prove we're trustworthy for this ordeal, since I volunteer, I'll openly tell you to take my spell book, being a wizard, and to watch me for any signs of mystic talking. Either way can we wrap this up? I've been underground for a very very long time and I would like to enjoy the sunlight. Deal? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn seems generally confused about what's going on. He looks at the villagers; his confused expression hides his grin at their bad weapons. What an odd little village. Usually villages are happy to have traveling adventurers to boost their economy. \"I for one don't know what it means if someone comes OUT of the forest. I think you should start by explaining that.\" Fizahn sheathes his weapon during his speech." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The villagers seems perplexed by Callos' speech. You can see several slowly repeating some of his words to themselves, as if trying to figure out whether he is threatening them, bargaining with them, or just plain making fun of them ...\n\nFizahn's request at least is easier to understand. Brandt, the blacksmith, speaks up:\n\n\"We have always been told that the forest is filled with shadow creatures and demons. No one who has ever entered those woods has ever left them, alive or otherwise.\n\n\"Since my grandfather's grandfather's time we've taught all of our children never to stray into the woods, lest the darkness take them. And now here you come strolling out of the Forest of Shadows armed for war, with lies on your lips.\n\n\"So what are you then - demons or dark elves? We've already heard about the fall of Myth Drannor, but if you think your Army of Darkness can take the East so easily, you are sadly mistaken! The free peoples will never willingly submit to the Baneson or his minions!!!\"\n\nThe villagers cheer and wave their pitchforks and scythes menacingly. The fact that your bedraggled party in no way resembles an army of drow or demons seems completely lost on them ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, never make the mistake of calling me a Drow or a demon. Ive lost too many family and clansmen to both. I be a member of the Mitheral Guard of the Temple of Moradin, and by the gods above he does not simle upon the denizens of the neither realms nor the dark elves. I be in the need of food, strong ale, a temple, and an anvil and hammer to remake my armor. If ye be willin to give us rest and respite, I can lend ye my arm at blacksmithing.\" \n Ahh, to work the hammer again " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sighs and rolls her eyes theatrically. \"Great Baravar, these people have rocks for brains!\" Switching back to Common, she addresses the blacksmith leader with rather strained patience. \"We're 'armed for war', as you put it, because we had no choice but to go through the Shadow. We lost four good friends and allies in that place. As for us being demons or drow- by all the Golden Lords, I have never heard anything so ridiculous in my life! Do we look like demons to you?\" She spits on the ground. \"And that's what I think of the Baneson.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Gods help us. We get out of the lousy caves, get through the forest of dead people and now we are called drow and demonkin. \"\n\nAeroz sighs and begins to explain why he and his companions are not demons, drow or any other nasty like thing.\n\n\" Please people, we are not drow, or demons, or anything else like that. We are just people in need of a place to stay and some food to eat. I mean, what makes you think that we are evil anyways? The dwarf here is a Temple Guard, Lissa is a priestess of Baravar. You think demons would be consorting with those types of people? \n\n[OOC: Diplomacy - 12+1=13...Probably not enough]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts belligerantly at the blacksmith's bravado, his patience slipping. He'd been trying his best to keep out of things - he wasn't in much of a mood to negotiate, nor any condition to, considering the sun. But reason was lost on these people.\n\nThe burly orc fixes his red-eyed gaze upon what he thought was the ringleader, buried amidst the brightness of the sun's rays. Stepping forward a few paces, he crosses his armored arms casually, everything abut his expression and stance comveying the general disdain for the people in front of him.\n\n\" Fer crying out loud, think about it. There's only a couple'a ways this can go. Ya can be all peaceful-like about things, like decent folk are s'posed ta be with tired travellers.. \" He lets his speech hang for a moment, \" Or ya can get warlike about it. And some'a us are dressed fer a fight, as ya so astutely pointed out. I ain't in no rush ta kill no one over something so stupid, but I'm tired, and the sun hurts my eyes, so I wouldn't push it on me too hard. \"\n\nHis watery gaze sharpens to match his resolve,\n\n\" Best case, ya point us in the direction of Telflamm, we work out a deal on some supplies, and we keep right on walking. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUpon hearing Aeroz name her as a priestess of Baravar, she scowls and elbows him in the ribs. \"Don't do that! I'm not supposed to let people know who I serve unless it's a matter of life or death. Back there, it was life or death, so I told you.\" Don't tallfolk know ANYTHING about gods other than their own? Apparently not... I'll have to sit down and explain the whole 'secrecy' part of the church dogma to them. And hide my holy symbol, I can't believe I forgot to do that earlier! I've been away from civilization too long. \n\n\nOOC: While I know that practically nobody aside from another gnome is going to know about the gnomish deities, Lissa suffers from a touch of cultural blindness." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Damn you, Lumpy, they're not apt to give us a good price on anything if you're threatenin' 'em with death. \n\nAchkby stays stoically silent, but shift uneasily as Lumpy offers his... 'diplomacy.'" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The sun rises into a cloudless sky, but the air remains cold and you can see your breath condense in the air. To your amazement, you realize that it must be winter now even though it was only late fall when you entered the Underdark. You shiver, unaccustomed to the freezing temperatures after the uniform coolness of the Underdark and the shadow plane ...\n\n[hr]\nAs the posturing escalates on both sides, it looks like a violent confrontation is going to be inevitable. In the end, however, it is Sheyra, the young monk, who defuses the situation by bursting into tears.\n\nAlthough she's fought side by side with you and has borne the rigors of the Underdark passage stoically, she is still just barely a teenager, and this impasse with the villagers is the last straw. Tears well up in her eyes, her knees shake as she begins to sob uncontrollably.\n\nHer raw emotion moves the villagers and the blacksmith. They lower their weapons shamefacedly, and soon you are all welcomed into the village with apologies and rueful grins. \"Sorry about that! We just don't get that many visitors that's all ...\"\n\n[hr]\nNyth is a small, lonely village at the edge of the Forest of Lethyr, a few days journey north of Telflamm.\n\nBrandt, the blacksmith, explains that the entire region has been shaken by the news of the fall of Myth Drannor, which was carried by word of mouth from refugees fleeing the combined drow and demonic armies of the Baneson who threaten to sweep unchecked through all of the civilized lands of the West. Everyone is on edge, and your unexpected arrival caught the villagers off balance.\n\nTo the South, too, there is unrest as Mulhorand continues its expansion northward, threatening Thesk and even Rashemen. Even as Mulhorand grows, the wayward province of Thay threatens to break away from Mulhorand and declare itself a sovereign nation, ruled by the Red Wizards. Although some hope that if this happens, Mulhorand might be too distracted to continue its aggressions, no one is happy about the idea of the Red Wizards gaining their independence.\n\nAt the mention of the Mulhorandi, Sheyra seems even more distressed, and so the topic quickly turns to other things. \"Bah! That's enough about politics! Tell us about yourselves ...\"\n\nThe villagers are very curious to know how exactly you came to be walking out of the Forest of Lethyr, and soon a massive crowd fills the village tavern (The Plow and Sickle) to overflowing as they listen enthralled to your stories ...\n\n\n\nOOC: The village is not very wealthy (treat as a hamlet) but you can restock your rations and supplies here before heading on to Telflamm. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Maybe a drink or two on the house could buy a good story from me...\" \n\nDarius licks his lips.\n\n Been a while since I've had ale. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih flags down someone working in the tavern and orders whatever they have in terms of food." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo the blacksmith\n\n \"Lad, if possible, I would like to lend my hand in the smithery. I need a new set of steel, and I would gladly help out to remake my own suit\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Whats the rush Thokk? That bathrobe looks good on you, highlights your cheekbones. \"\n\nGrinning mischeviously to the dwarf,even as he began to prowl around for a good place to get supplies. After all he needed a far more steady supply of food from now on and this was the best place to get. Might as well inquire about the specifics of the global news as well." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn wanders around the town for a while. He spends time looking everywhere but decides he doesn't need anything. What I really need right now is a backpack infinitely full of food that doesn't weigh anything. I don't want to run out of food adventuring any more. That was torture. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Brandt appreciates the offer, but he suggests that Thokk would be better off waiting until he gets to Telflamm where he can undoubtedly buy or barter for a much finer set of armor than he could produce her in Nyth with only tool-grade steel.\n\nA long day passes as you replenish your supplies and arrange for some horses to carry you to Telflamm in the morning.\n\nYou are given plenty of food and ale at dinner for just a few silvers. The villagers seem to want to make up for their initial hostility. Spare but clean rooms are offered for an economical price as well.\n\n[hr]\nAfter Sheyra turns in early, conversation by the fireside returns to the Mulhorandi. Unther itself has been completely annexed by Mulhorand, and all Untherite nobles have been declared enemies of the Empire. Apparently their black corsairs continue to sail the Sea of Fallen Stars, harassing passing ships and demanding that any Untherite refugees be turned over.\n\n[hr]\nThe tale of the fall of Myth Drannor is a tragic one. Despite a heroic last stand, the allied armies of man, elf and dwarf eventually fell to the Army of Darkness after the new year began, leaving only a handful of survivors to tell the tale. With demon and drow allied in the West, refugees are flooding into the East.\n\n[hr]\nThe Vilhon Reach is also absorbing many refugees from the Weeping War. Aeroz listens with interest to reports that the Serpent Queen of Hlondeth herself is girding for war. Whether she will take the side of the free peoples or whether she will ally herself with the Baneson is not yet known ...\n\n\"I wonder if Prozen even knows that I'm still alive,\" Aeroz mutters to no one in particular.\n\n[hr]\nSated by a good meal and some fine ale, you are all ready to turn in for the first real night's rest you have had in months.\n\n\n\nOOC: Please post here or PM me any supplies you'd like to buy. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nA hearty meal does wonders for Lissa's disposition, and she happily joins in tale-telling with the others about some of the highlights of their journey through the Underdark. When the talk turns to politics, though, her mood turns more somber.\n\n \"Myth Drannor, fallen... it's hard to believe.\" Lissa shakes her head. \"A more beautiful city you've never seen, and probably never will again from what I'm hearing.\" She sighs, gazing into her half-full mug of ale. \"I hope my family is safe. High Dale is a fair ways from Myth Drannor, but it's also right on the southern pass into Cormyr.\" Probably be a lot of refugees going through the pass, and adversity can turn even the most ordinary folk violent. Baravar, I hope your illusionists' work holds to protect the clan home! \n\nHaving eaten her fill, Lissa barters for trail rations before going to bed- lots of rations. Thirty days' worth. \"We nearly starved down in those accursed caves!\", she explains to the rather astonished shopkeeper. \"I am NEVER going through that again if I can possibly avoid it. Fighting is bad enough, but fighting on a stomach that's been empty for two days...\" Lissa shudders at the memory." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius will buy two weeks worth of food rations, as well as two new waterskins (he'll fill the two new ones with water, and his old one with ale from the tavern).\n\nAfter dinner, he goes upstairs without a word and collapses on the bed in his room." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, I be needing a little alone time, after that sleep for me\" \n\nThokk heads off to his room and simply prays before his sword before retiring for the night" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan I helps Callos pay for his room and for his meals, since the necromancer has no coins of his own.\n\nThe others spend 10 sp for their room and board. The village innkeeper is thrilled to have so many paying patrons all at once, and she goes out of her way to make sure that everyone has a comfortable, clean bed and fresh water for bathing.\n\n[hr]\nThe morning dawns cold but clear. It has been your first restful night of sleep in a very long time, and everyone gathers downstairs in a very good mood for a hearty breakfast of smoked bacon and eggs cooked to order ...\n\n\"So you're heading to Telflamm then?\" asks the innkeeper, as she pours tall glasses of fresh milk for each of you." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Sweet sweet innkeeper, do you have any idea how thankful I am to see such fine fare? After what I've been eating for the past....Huh, its a long while, trust me. But anyway this looks delicious. Much better then what I ate when I was transformed and certainly better the trail rations. All praise to the great bacon cooker! \"\n\nThe small speech sounded very much like rambling and it was. Callos wasn't joking when he said that he hadn' had a decent meal in a very long time...not counting humaniods when he was a drider. To him this was better then a kings feast and he dug in with relish." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nFew things could bring a smile to Lumpy's face, but the otherwise surly orc was positively beaming as he enters the common room. His head was shaved smooth, and cleaned to a nice polish, and his beard has been properly cleaned and unknotted. His vast frame, as usual covered only by his pair of pants, had finally been cleaned of accumulated grime. Though he'd picked up more than a few new scars he was, simply put, \"good as new\". Only a few traces of redness lingered around his eyes, responding to the morning sun.\n\nWhen the innkeep asks about Telflamm, Lumpy shrugs, not bothering to stop eating as he speaks,\n\n\" Telflamm? I guess. I ain't got any reason ta go there, but I ain't got nowhere else ta be either. \" He glances at the others gathered around the table, then shrugs, \" It's convenient enough fer now, anyhow. \"\n\n----\n\nLumpy will also buy 10 days worth of rations and refill his waterskins.\nOh, and a dagger if he can get one." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa bounces down to breakfast in clothes that are, for the first time in what seems like ages, clean. Evidently the gnome has taken advantage of the bathhouse as well; her dusky skin has a decidedly pink tinge from scrubbing, and her long blonde hair is wet and unbraided. \"I smell BACON! And eggs! Ohh yes, a proper hot breakfast!\" Beaming, Lissa takes a seat and promptly begins to devour the food. Amazing how such a small, skinny person can eat so much.\n\n \"Mmph, mm-hmm.\" Lissa nods in response to the innkeeper's query, seemingly unwilling to stop eating her delicious meal for such a trivial thing as talk." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, we are headed there, can you tell us about it?\" \n\nDarius stuffs his face with bacon, making it a little hard to understand his words." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Oh, well you know how big cities are - noisy, filthy, crowded - no place for for simple folk like ourselves, I'll tell you!\n\n\"I have heard that Telflamm's been a lot more crowded than usual (and that's saying a lot!) what with all the refugees from the West and from the South and all.\n\n\"Plus, with those damned black corsairs all over the Sea, there's been a lot less trade than usual coming into the port.\n\n\"They say that the merchants are thinking about trying to open up a trade route to the east into the Waste! Isn't that the craziest thing you've ever heard of?\n\n\"Supposedly they think there's a whole 'nother land out beyond the Waste. They call it 'Kara-Tur' or something like that. Poppycock, I call it. Sounds like they're trying to build a 'Road to Nowhere' if you asked me ...\n\n\"Getting to Telflamm is easy enough. Just follow the road, cross the river at the ferry, and keep heading south until you see the city. Should only take you a couple of days ...\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n What's all this? People from where are killing the people of the [/b]what[/b]? Merchants are who because they want to do what ? What's going on?!! \n\nAchkby frowns to himself as this conversation whirs about his head, and keeps eating his eggs.\n\n[OOC]Achkby would like to buy a Pony in lieu of a pack mule. If he succeeds at this, he'd also like to get 50 ft. of Hemp Rope , and 20 days worth of trail rations, or whatever the animal can comfortably hold.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Just a couple days. I'll get some trail rations here and then get a job in Telflamm so I can get one of those magic backpacks and more trail rations. Fizahn picks up the trail rations until they start to get heavy. He then puts some back and ends up purchasing eleven. They're ripping me off. A big person gets four times as much food for the same price. I'll get Callos to buy me food next time. Fizahn looks at the rest of his group. \"I'm ready to go,\" he announces. \"I'd sure hate to overstay our welcome, and I need a real job.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n\"Ach, me as well lad, and I be needing some proper dwarf ale and steel, makes one near invincable!\"\n\nThokk goes out and buys 10 rations, and then rejoins the group\n\nOOC: The bathrobe is quite drafty, and seriously lacking in protection. Thokk is going to have a very hard time tanking without some good armor, so he might stay semi towards the back in a fight, at least untill he can get armored up" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Elthan goes about to aquire a set of leather armor, food for a ten-day, a mule, saddle and cart(so not everyone has to walk, or carry thier stuff), as well as food enough for it for ten days. Elthan also trades out his staff for a couple of spears.\n\n(OOC: 10+5+(5+8+15) + .5 + 10 = 53.5. I never really spent that much of what I had, so now it's shoping spree time!)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the innkeeper describes the complicated rumors and political intrigues of the East, your head swims. In the Underdark, such things would have seemed laughably trivial.\n\n[hr]\nWith your stomachs happy and full, you spend the morning equipping yourselves for the journey ahead. For Lissa, Achkby and Fizahn, each \"large person\" ration will likely last two days.\n\nThokk has no money of his own, but Elthan I offers to pay for Thokk's rations and promises to help the dwarf reacquire new armor once the party reaches Telflamm.\n\n[hr]\nWhile repacking her haversack, Lissa discovers a folded piece of paper tucked inside ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: From now on, all OOC discussions will now take place in The Golden Griffon . " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih has been very quiet since they left the plane of shadows. He sets about the task of buying equipment, a grim look etched on his face.\n\n(( Hajih purchases 8 trail rations and a short sword ))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nIn his spare time, Aeroz peruses the shops, looking for anything interesting. Not wanting to risk the possible negative effects of any shadowstuff weapon, he is the only one left in his group without an enhanced weapon, except for Sheyra and the spellcasters who have no need for a weapon.\n\nA glint of gold catches his eye, the signet ring that Prozen gave to him. He had three, Sedryn's, Wottworte's and his own.\n\n Hmm, Prozen must have given these to us for a reason. They must be valuable in some way, besides letting any potential bounty hunter know who I am or identifying myself to one of Prozen's allies. Lissa might know...I wonder if Baran has a contact here. \n\nAfter a while of contemplating the advantages and disadvantages of selling one of the signet rings, he decides not to, but goes to find Lissa to see if she might know if it's worth anything." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Aeroz checks his pockets for the three signet rings, he only finds two, his and Wottworte's. \"Sedryn ...\" he thinks to himself. He had forgotten that he had given back the ring, the holy symbol and the heavy mace when Sedryn had reappeared.\n\nWith a heavy heart, he puts the two rings back and finds Lissa, who is just unfolding the letter she had found tucked into her haversack.\n\n[hr]\n If you are reading this, then I can only assume that we are dead. Again.\n\nI write this in the hopes that I am wrong, but your sudden appearance (or ours, I suppose, from your point of view) simply defies natural explanation. That can only mean that our existence is unnatural.\n\nHard as it is to accept, I believe that Taern, Djital, Thokk, myself and our mysterious woman companion indeed died as you described. If this is so, then how and why have we returned? Obviously, the spring is the key.\n\nI have many theories. Perhaps the spring heals wounds both physical and emotional? Perhaps the spring somehow \"sensed\" that our deaths had caused some of you pain, and it tried its best to ease that pain by bringing us back to life?\n\nThese are just speculations, but I can think of no other reason why we would be brought back into this sort of shadow existence. Perhaps it also explains why we seem to be unable to leave this place.\n\nI have another concern. Resurrection, even a false one, is not easy to achieve. Our existence here means that there is a debt of some kind that must be paid. Even now, I feel as though darkness is closing in on us, trying to reclaim us in death to restore the natural order.\n\nAs I wrote earlier, if you are reading this, then likely my fears have come true and we have been returned to the darkness. Do not weep for us though. It is as it should be, and with the balance restored, I am sure that you will be free once and for all from the shadows.\n\nI believe that I can speak for all five of us when I say that it has been a joy to walk with you all again. I, at least, have no regrets.\n\nYours in Lathander's light,\n\nSedryn\n " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa doesn't seem to notice Aeroz's approach, unusual for the perceptive and high-strung rogue. In a minute or so, he gets a clue as to why. The Gnomish Waterworks are starting up again. Sniffle. Sniffff. She puts the letter down just in time for the full-blown tears and sobs to start.\n\n \"Se- Sedryn...\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nCinching a few last buckles on his armor, Lumpy shifts, letting the plate slide into place. Freshly cleaned, the worn steel reflects the harsh sunlight dully, a side affect of his armor he'd always hated. Already, the growing light was giving him a headache, but he was used to it, as old memories of life under the sun resurfaced. He was much fonder of travelling by night, but he had no doubt that was a peculiarity he alone possessed among his companions.\n\n Companions.. There was a novel thought. He'd considered making off on his own from the start, at least briefly. It was a cinch that he'd preferred to work and travel alone before. But he'd hesitated. He knew why, really, even if he didn't like to admit it, but the bond formed by the trek through the dark defied even his solitary soul. He had a perfectly good rationale, of course, travelling to Telflamm out of convenience. After all, a mercenary needed to find people to find employment. Of course that was why he was going.. simple common sense.\n\nHis pack was already ordered and ready, old hat for someone as transient as him. Snatching it up, the burly orc slings it over his back, shimmying his armored limbs through the straps in a practiced, if not awkward maneuver. He casts a few glances around at his companions through slitted eyes, eventually settling on Lissa, Always crying... \n\nWith a soft scowl, he limps his way over to the gnome, his growl tinged with mild exasperation,\n\n\" What in the Abyss's got ya worked up this time? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nFinding food, but no mount, Achkby approaches the shopkeeper in hopes of advice.\n\n\" 'Scuse me, sirrah, but could you perchance direct me to someplace where I might find myself some equines? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWith a slam the new spell book that he had acquired slammed shut and Callos stood from the comfortbale position he had been laying in and stretched languidly. For some reason it seemed invigoration to him to actually be able to read his spell book again even if it wasn't the best of physical activities.\n\nUpon leaving his room in the inn the necromancer couldn't help but find his gaze drawn to the young monk. With more then a little bit of hesitance the thin man walked up to the younger girl and stood there awkardly. After all Sheyra was a mystery to him compared to all of the others in this merry little band. This wasn't easy, Callos had never taken well to talking to people of a younger age.\n\n\" Uhh....Hey there Sheyra. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The innkeeper points Achkby to a friendly farmer who sells the halfling a brown and white pony. \"Take good care of her. Her name is Betty!\"\n\n[hr]\nSheyra looks up when Callos says hello.\n\n\"Oh, hello.\"\n\nShe is absent-mindedly combing her long dark hair with a brush she borrowed from the innkeeper.\n\n\"I gave my hairbrush to the illithid ferryman,\" she explains. \"It all seems so long ago, doesn't it?\"\n\nWith a few deft movements, she ties up her hair with a white ribbon, then looks directly at Callos.\n\n\"Do you miss him? Djital, I mean.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA moment of surprise flooded Callos's face, followed quickly by irriatation, then pain, and then grief. With an audible groan he sat down heavily across from her. For once the 30ish year old man seemed to be showing his age as he nodded slowly, almost wearily.\n\n\" You have keen perceptions young lady. These past couple of days have been hell on me. One of my only...no my ONLY friend from childhood was killed before my eyes by a stone monstrosity. Then not a couple of days or weeks later I was forced to confront him once more after I had barely reconciled myself with his demise....only to watch him charge off and battle some hideos undead. Something that feeds off death and shadows which Djital might have been. So yes, I miss Djital very much actually. So far if another member of this group where to die I don't think I would be too troubled. After all, I've barely had any chance to get to know any of you. But him....think of it as if you lost your brother or a twin. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa hastily wipes her face as Lumpy walks up. \"Oh, Sedryn left a letter in my pack. It's hard enough losing a friend once... losing one twice, well...\" She clears her throat and promptly changes the subject. \"'This time', eh? Believe it or not, I'm not usually this weepy. Being a blind archer in a place that's deadly even for healthy people, meeting dead friends and comrades, watching them... die... yeah, that's more than enough to make most people cry.\" Lissa smiles, though it looks a bit strained. \"But hey, in a few days we'll be in Telflamm! It'll be great to be in a proper city again.\" She gives the muscular half-orc a curious look. \"So, are you coming with, or going your own way now? Be nice to have you along, but it's up to you.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Ahh Teflamm, where hopefully my troubles will end. Well, this particular set of troubles anyways... \" Aeroz says with a smirk.\n\nHe then wanders back to one of the merchants, his curiosity getting the better of him. When he arrives at a shop, he places one of his signet rings on the table.\n\n\" Hey, how much do you think this old thing is worth? \" he inquires bluntly." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs, doing a poor job of playing the question off,\n\n\" Fer now, fer now. I ain't got nowhere else ta go, or any coin. \" He jingles his purse ruefully, \" Imagine, if ya will, business being so bad that ya take jobs in the underdark. Rough times. \"\n\nHe pauses, playing his jaundiced gaze over he gnome appraisingly. When he speaks again, his tone has softened,\n\n\" Ain't dealt with much death, have ya? \" The broad-shouldered orc sighs throatily, \" I've seen a lot'a folks eat it, comraes in name if not spirit. So much it don't bother me any more. Cold life makes a cold heart, or something philosophical like that. \" His speech bordering closely on pointless rambling, he finishes up abruptly, \" The point is, I guess.. Never let that sentiment become a vulnerability, but never give it up, or it's gone fer good. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby approaches the mismatched couple with his new pack animal and a cheery disposition.\n\" So, I've finally been able to replace Jari, bless his soul, with this girl here. Named Bess, \" he announces to them.\n Oops... was this a bad time? \nHe stops as he gets a bit closer, raising his eyebrows in surprise and then furrowing them in worry.\n\" Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt... were you discussing something... er, it's really not my business... ah, are you alright? \" he finally asks Lissa, fixing on her red-rimmed eyes and extending a hand to place on her shoulder." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Achkby and Lumpy comfort Lissa, Callos continues his conversation with Sheyra, sitting down next to the young monk, who leans her head on his shoulder wearily.\n\n\"I think I know how you feel, Callos. My mother died when I was just a baby, and now the Mulhorandi have killed my father and brothers. It's just me now.\n\n\"It was different when I was just trying to stay alive down in the Underdark, but now that we're safe, it is starting to hit me that I am truly all alone now.\"\n\nShe puts her head down, letting her bangs fall down into her face, but Callos can see the tears glistening on her cheeks.\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, Aeroz tries to sell one of the gold signet rings he received from Prozen.\n\n\"Hmm ...\" The village shopkeeper appraises the ring with interest, pointing out its engraved design.\n\n\"See this two-headed snake? It's the symbol of the Order of the Serpent. That cult disappeared a long time ago from these parts. Where'd you get this?\"\n\nThe shopkeeper goes on to explain that the Order of the Serpent was once a powerful pseudo-religious group dedicated to the idea that the cold-blooded races such as the yuan-ti , lizardkin and dragons should rule over warm-blooded mammals, like humans, elves and dwarves.\n\nThe Order of the Serpent was once well-established here in the East, but had long ago disintegrated or perhaps moved underground. The shopkeeper is surprised to see their symbol on the ring, and he is reluctant to buy it.\n\n\"Maybe you'd have better luck pawning it in Telflamm ...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Lissa smiles at Lumpy, recognizing the sentiment through his unpracticed words. \"Thank you, Lumpy. You're right, I haven't seen that much of death... at least, not people I care about. Don't worry about me breaking down in a fight, my reflexes will keep me going even when my mind is gone in fear.\" She manages a bit of a mischievous smile. \"Remember the cave with the giant ant-things?\" \n\nWhen Achkby enters and expresses his concern, Lissa gives him a smile and covers his hand with her own. \"I'm better now, thank you. As I was telling Lumpy, Sedryn left a note in my pack...\" Lissa clears her throat. \"So you got a new pony, eh? That's great!\" She offers her free hand for Bess to sniff.\n\n I miss Patch... should I get another riding dog? I don't have enough gold, and I'd rather save up for a dog than buy a pony now. Ponies are nice and all, but dogs can keep you warm at night. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n What in the...? Is she crying? Great job Callos, you made a young girl who can kick your scarwny behind cry. Once more the look of surprise came to his face as Sheyra leaned her head on his shoulder and looked as if she was crying. And that was no good at all, can't do having someone break down now that they where actually safe! So as carefully as he could, after all he was hardly a people person, Callos brushed the bangs out of the girls eyes and used his thumb to wipe the tears away. A sad smile was on his face though it more seemed to reflect on the fact of the troubles someone so young had been through.\n\n\" Thats the biggest load of crock I've heard in a good bit. Alone? Is that what you call being surronded by so many people who watch out for you and care for you? I don't think most of them show it well but its my belief that some of them look at you as a younger sister. To say your alone is like saying the sky is purple. Your family may not be around anymore but you shouldn't worry for them. You do need to worry for yourself. \" With a grim chuckle Callos chucked the young monk on the shoulder before continueing. \" Afterall how can you deliver that letter if you get all weepy now? Lean on me if you have too Sheyra but don't weaken in your resolve now. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Mmmmmhh... \" Achkby murmurs, petting Bess's mane.\n Should I ask? Or maybe... oh, well. \n\nHe glances uncertainly up at Lumpy, and inquires of Lissa, \" Was it a... sad letter? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I got it as a gift. Never bothered to ask where it was from, but it looked expensive, and I am a little strapped for gold right now.. \"\n\nAeroz pockets the ring and exits the store. Order of the Serpent? Never heard of it. Perhaps Callos would know something of it. \n\nTaking his own advice, Aeroz looks around to find where Callos may be. When he finds him standing next to a crying Sheyra.\n\n\" What did I miss? Oh yeah, Callos? Do you know anything about a group in the east called the Order of the Serpent? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, little lassie, dont cry. Death happens, and it can happen when not expected. Ha, I should know. Three times now death has taken precious from me, and one time it actually took me... \n\nThokks face darkens as he ponders what he just said\n\n \"Dont worry lassie, I'll be here for you, and I dont intend on goin' away\" \n By the soul, I truly am alive again. But how can I prove I am? I might be in some blessed vision of Moradin, a favor for my life. Perhaps I am just dreaming, or they are all just dreams. Maybe none of this is real, and I dont exist at all... \n\nTo the Group\n\n \"Ach, if this be it, lets head out. I dont like havin' too much time to think with our current turn of events\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn arrives as Thokk begins to give his sentiments. \"I wonder why the nightwing- was it a nightwing?- just left you Thokk. It confuses me to no end why it went after the others, but just left you while you were within its grasp. I think somehow an exchange was made. We gave up Linda for you.\" He leans closer to Thokk and whispers. \"I also wonder why Graevic didn't appear; maybe he's not dead.\" He looks back at Lissa. \"Cheer up. Sedryn was prepared for what happened to him this time. I bet he's serving his god right now. At least this time he wasn't murdered by someone he could have thought was a friend.\" \n\n Fizahn looks at Achkby's new pony. \"He looks like a sturdy mount. Are you riding him or using him as a pack animal? I had two before I went through the portal into the underdark. Well, I used a horse for a pack animal...\nIt was really annoying. I think we should leave soon. We need to get to a city and pick up a contract. I'm in desperate need of work.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nThe Ranger comes out of a near-by alley, he seems unusually silent and sullen.\n\n \"Ready to go are we?\" \n\nHe smiles and turns to Achkby \"Nice animal ya got there, where did you buy it?\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan, now walking into the conversation, picks up. \"I do agree that we should get going. I'm eager to see a real city. The one, Sphur Pentak, was nice, but it wasn't exactly.. human.\"\n\"Also, I bought some small transportation for the slower (or lazier) of us. Just a simple cart, but it should expedite our journey if the others with horses don't need to wait for those who walk.\" Elthan points to a mule and said attached cart. He smiles lightly with a small sence of acomplishment.\n\n(OOC: ok, not the fastest mode of transportation, but he's on budget here. At least he didn't have to cast a spell to be usefull [which seems to be all he's done so far])" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby gives Lissa another little pat and turns to answer Elthan.\n\" Well, I hadn't decided yet. THough I'd start her out with just some gear, and then climb on if I got tired... though if you have that wagon, I might prefer it to actually being on a beast's back, so if your offer still holds, you might find me aboard your own mode of transport. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Elthan's wagon. Nodding to Elthan, he hops on board and gets out his crossbow. \"I figure since I'm the slowest gnome-oid here, I'll just ride the cart and keep watch for anything bad behind us. Or wherever you guys want me to watch.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Once the party has assembled, you set out along the road to Telflamm. At first the road heads east towards the Forest of Lethyr, but then it cuts to the south, and you end up camping at the edge of a wide river as night falls.\n\nThere is a sign indicating that a ferry should be arriving in the morning.\n\n[hr]\nThe day's journey has been uneventful, though chilly. The night is clear, but the wind from the northeast is bitterly cold. Despite the winter chill, it is wonderful to sleep under the stars after spending so much time in the Underdark.\n\nYou huddle together for warmth around a fire, partially sheltered by the cart.\n\n[hr]\nAeroz asks Callos if he knows anything about \"the Order of the Serpent\". Callos shrugs, knowing little more than the shopkeeper did.\n\nThe Order of the Serpent was one of those ultra-reactionary pro-reptile cults that always seem to spring up during times of turmoil.\n\nThey were always working on grand schemes to find and resurrect evil wizards and ancient yuan-ti sorcerors in the hopes that they would to lead them to a glorious Age of Serpents.\n\nBlah, blah, blah.\n\nThe OotS hasn't been heard from in the East in generations. Some say it went underground, others say it succumbed to internal power struggles and fell apart, other say it relocated to the West.\n\n\"No one really knows,\" Callos concludes.\n\n[hr]\nLater in the night, as conversation turns to Thokk's miraculous resurrection, Elthan I lies back and stares up into the stars.\n\nSuddenly, he sits up startled, peering up into the night sky. \"I hate to say this, Thokk, but I am not sure that the nightwing gave up on you completely ...\"\n\nHe points upward. At first you can see nothing, but then you note a dark rippling as something black passes in front of some stars. It seems as though you can see the ripple better out of the corner of your eye than when you look directly at it." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nNow looking up, Elthan notices the Shadow as well. After a short hissing session from his snake, he says calmly,\"Well, this is either not good or very bad. It looks like it's circling us, waiting. It must be waiting otherwise it would have came down on us already. That or its only recently arrived... At least Eckun thinks so.\"\n\n\"I don't suppose anyone has prefabricated a plan for this, have they?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n 'Pre-wha...? I say we take 'im out of the sky! \n\nDarius quickly changes his opinion after getting another glimpse of the thing.\n\n \"...Or run, how 'bout we run again?.\" \n\n((EDIT: Forgot code stuffs))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" AGGH! Do you have any idea how much I want to fry that thing if it really is the nightwing?! Even so, I know suicide when I see it. \"\n\nEven though he was grumbling, the necromancer began to gather up his belongings from the ground. There wasn't much after all." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Hmmm... this 'Order of the Serpent' seems intriguing. And if they are the ones behind Aeroz's pursuit of the assassins... are we each really on the wrong side of this all? \n\n[hr]\nAs people point out the menacing presence above them, Achkby can't help but stop and stare up at the creature, half terrified, half awestruck.\n\n\" I can see wanting to run, \" he whispers, rolling up his bedroll, \" But is there anywhere we can really flee from it? Could we maybe be better off... er... pretending we're not suspicious? \"\nHe glances uneasily at Thokk, but continues packing his miscellaneous possessions in case they need to make a quick escape. After a moment's hesitation, he ties his bedroll and a few heavier items to Bess, replacing them with rations of the same weight.\n Just in case... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa hisses a Gnomish curse in frustration, hastily packing up her bedroll. \"Not again! Why can't we have some nice, normal, mortal enemies for a change? Ones with soft places to aim at and bodies to loot after the fight?\" Fortunately, old habits die hard; Lissa hadn't taken off her studded leather armor to sleep. Bedroll firmly strapped onto her back, she loads a shadowstuff bolt into her crossbow. \"Well, it looks like we're between fire and flood here, people. Telflamm's across that river, so if we run we're going into unknown territory. And if we fight... um... that thing is really big. There's no way I can turn an undead creature that size.\" Lissa swallows, glancing up at the nightwing through the corner of her eye.\n\n\nOOC: Knowledge: religion check on nightwings: 17 + 5 = 22 Woot! Lets hope the luck holds if it comes to a fight..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe dour orc scowls, rolling his bedroll up again,\n\n\" Well, I got a plan, but since I already know no one will buy it, I ain't gonna bother. And not ta rain on yer festival, but I think it's pretty clear we can't outrun the stupid thing. After all, it caught up ta the others, an we ain't exactly the speediest bunch around. \"\n\nHe casts an uncertain look towards the sky. Darkness had always been his realm, his preferred environment, but this thing was undoubtedly his superior in that regard. He growls a soft sigh,\n\n\" If we're lucky, it'll be weaker, now that we're out'a that shadow business. Or not, the luxury of choosing a battle ain't always up ta ya. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, ye all be daft if yer think im gonna give up to this beastie. Fall back if I have to, and smite it down if I get the chance! Im not leavin' again...\" \n\nThokk takes out his sword, and prepares to fight if needed. He glances around at his comrades and friends, and wonders why he is still being hunted, fair exchange was made, and Moradin must want him alive once more. His resolve firm, he prepares to do what he must" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nStruggling up onto Bess, Achkby quietly asks, \" What are we doing? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Good question, Achkby. Um, people? I really don't recommend trying to fight this thing. See, I learned about undead when I was trying to become a cleric, and nightwings are about as bad as an undead gets this side of a lich.\" Lissa licks her lips nervously. \"I really, really think we should run. Now. Fast. About the only thing that's going to make that beast go away is dawn.\" She turns to Achkby. \"You think Bess can carry two, at least until daybreak?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby smiles to himself.\n\" I'd think so. We'll see. I haven't had the chance to test her speed, though, and she's not quite a racing horse...\n\"I was really hoping I would only need her to carry my food and rope. Silly, of me, really, to think that we might have an uneventful couple of days' trek. I should have expected an enormous phantasmal undead to stalk us through the night, of course... \" he replies in a rather strained voice.\n\n Keep your calm, keep your calm... you may be fleeing from the Devil's own dragon, but there's a pretty girl to be carrying...\n What the hell are you doing? You don't know how to ride a pony!! This is insane! \n\nHe manages a weak smile, and offers her a hand up." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The shadowy form circles overhead, spiraling downward slowly, as it had done on the shadow plane.\n\nThere is no question that Thokk is its target. As the dwarf draws his sword and plants his feet, the other members of the party gather up their belongings and prepare to try to escape.\n\n\"Should we split up?\" asks Elthan I. His breath visible in the firelight. \"After all, the creature can't chase all of us simultaneously ...\" He lowers his eyes and avoids looking directly at Thokk.\n\nSheyra kicks dirt onto the fire, dousing it. Her voice is clear and firm in the darkness. \"If we separate, that thing will take Thokk.\"\n\n[hr]\nAt this latitude, the winter nights are quite long. Unfortunately, it will be many hours before dawn breaks.\n\nAs you watch the nightwing anxiously, you notice that it looks as though the creature is smaller than you remember it. But this might just be wishful thinking ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Y'know this thing will never leave us all until it's dead or Thokk is...\" \n\nDarius looks around at the others, then lets loose a shadowstuff arrow up towards the nightwing." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Im not gonna flee with yer all, this thing is after me and I am gonna give it Blood and Vinegar before it takes me... \n\nThokk Pauses and reflects, thinking\n\n \"Though I dont want to die again at all, and together we have the might to overtake it!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCallos blinked over in the dwarve's direction before taking up a position behind Sheyra and moving his hand once more in mystical gestures even as his book flipped open to the approbriate page. A shimmering blue shield formed in front of him for just a moment before it faded from view.\n\n\" Vinegar? How the bloody blazes are you getting vinegar in your blood? Must be a dwarf thing. Any way...I just want to pummel this foul thing for killing Djital. \"\n\n\n((Go shield spell!))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" If we're staying... \" begins Achkby hesitantly.\n\nA swift, vowel-heavy incantation and some square, sweeping gestures bring a temporary blue glint to the magician atop his pony, and he draws his spear from its place tied to Bess.\n\n This is crazy. The thing to do is to flee, or trick it somehow... but no one in can abandon Thokk in good conscience without his permission. If they won't go, I can't leave them here.\nHe must know we'll do what he asks... selfish of him to bind us here, risking all of our skins for his penance. Though, he died in a fight for all of us... \n\n[OOC] Mage Armor , as I haven't had time to don my armor.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks up at the nightwing. His face contorts into an expression of terror. Glaring at the monster, he grabs his crossbow. It will just keep hounding us until it's dead. I hope my bolts have more an effect on it here than in the shadow world. He hastily loads his crossbow and aims. He releases his bolt at the nightwing.\n\nOOC: To hit: 21 (13+8) Damage: 6 (d6)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Not this thing again. \"\n\nAeroz draws his crossbow and loads a bolt.\n\n For all the good this'll do... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sighs from her perch behind Achkby. \"Here we go again...\" The rogue looks around for trees, or a cluster of rocks, or anything that might provide a more fortified position from which to attack the nightwing. \"It was great knowing you all.\" She places a hand on her holy symbol and chants briefly in Celestial, calling on Baravar to bless the party in their fight.\n\nThen Lissa hesitates briefly, looking at Achkby. Distracting the spellcaster during a fight usually isn't a good thing... but hells, if we're going to die I'm at least going to show him how I feel first! Mind made up, she grabs Achkby by the collar, turns him around enough to face her, and grins at him. \"And it's been really great knowing you!\" With that, she plants a kiss firmly on his lips.\n\n\nOOC: Cast bless on the party." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Simple point'a fact is, we can run away tonight, but it'll be the same thing tomorra, an' the next day. The easiest solution is the one no-one but me could stomach, I imagine, which is ta leave the dwarf ta his fate. \"\n\nLumpy shrugs, his casual dismissal of Thokks's fate given little thought,\n\n\" But since that ain't the case, we're gonna settle things here, one way or another \"\n\nA calloused hand drifts towards his flail, taking up the shadowy weapon with practiced ease. Letting the chain unfurl with a satisfying rattle,\n\n\" Running's always an option fer anyone that wants ta. I ain't gonna stop ya. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan I sighs, drawing his longsword and preparing a protective spell.\n\n\"Well, I find myself overruled by the majority. It looks like we will stand and fight. No offense, Thokk, but if this thing kills me I am going to be really annoyed ...\"\n\n[hr]\nThe nightwing spirals downward with agonizing slowness, as if savoring the anticipation of reclaiming Thokk. As it floats lower and lower, it becomes obvious that the creature is definitely smaller - perhaps only a quarter or less of its previous size.\n\nWith a hiss , Darius' shadowstuff arrow streaks into the center of the shadow-thing. A twang follows, and Fizahn is pleased to see his bolt strike the creature solidly as well.\n\nThe nightwing drops like a stone to the ground, collapsing into a dark shapeless puddle about 40 ft from Thokk.\n\n\"Is it dead?\" Sheyra asks hopefully.\n\nElthan I shakes his head. \"That was too easy.\"\n\n[hr]\nThe dark puddle coalesces and rises into a vaguely familiar form. You watch as the nightwing morphs into a 6 foot tall humanoid armed with an obsidian sword. The creature is thicker and stockier than a human or elf. As the face forms, you recognize it as an ersatz-Thokk, a shadowy mockery of the dwarf.\n\nThe giant shadow-dwarf raises its sword overhead and roars a challenge, then it lowers the sword, pointing it directly at Thokk.\n\nIts lips move silently, mouthing a single word. You ... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Woah...\" \n\nDarius notches another shadowstuff arrow quickly, aiming it right at the thing, but waits to see what happens.\n\n Maybe this fight is for Thokk alone... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nDrawing both his shadowstuff dagger and newly bought short sword, Hajih prepares to attack the Shadow-Thokk if necessary.\n\n(Readied action to charge the Shadow-Thokk if it makes an aggressive move)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Okay, no one mentioned anything about this. Thokk, its your call. Do you want to take this thing out on your own, or should we all start pummeling it? \"\n\nIn either event, Aeroz replaces his crossbow with his rapier, and keeps a hand near the dagger in his belt." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn laughs in amazement as his bolt hits the creature. It's been too long since I've actually done something useful. I need to start contributing more. As the being falls to the ground, he draws his dagger warily. There is no way it could be dead already. He looks at Thokk as the shadow being issues its challenge. \"Well, I already hit it once. If you want to take up the challenge, anything I have is at your disposal. For a limited time only though, you scoundrel. Otherwise, I'd be more than willing to help you take it out.\" Fizahn anxiously thumbs his dagger while waiting for Thokk's decision." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Theres no way I'm letting just one of us get to kill this abomination! I AM going to avenge my friend! \" The necromancer snarled out his reply even as he held his spellbook at the ready, eyes locked unto the creature." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, this be my fight lads, time to send this creature from whence it came, and I am not letting it take me!\" \n \"Come to me, denizen of darkness, and prepare to meet your undoing. Thou shall not take the form of a mitheral guard!\" \n\nThokk readies an action to attack with the sword as soon as the creature gets in range" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Damn.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is paralyzed for a moment as the gnome kisses him.\n\n Wow . \n\nHe awkwardly tries to kiss her back, nervously trying to slide his own lips around her exotically round ones.\n What... are you... or do you? No. ...maybe? \n\nAs he struggles to be as kind as he can in his kiss, his hands still gripping the haft of his spear, he suddenly hears the roar, and breaks away, whipping around and looking up.\n\n Oh, Hlal! The NIGHTWING!!! \n\nHe is confused for a moment, as he sees no silhouette coming to bring his doom, but quickly finds the shadow-dwarf.\nHe hears the others speak, but only Thokk's words register.\n And even in the face of his demise, still so loyal... \n\nAchkby sits stiff for a few seconds, but then suddenly turns around to Lissa. A wan smile and furrowed brows send conflicting messages to the gnome behind him, but portray his emotions perfectly.\n\n[OOC]Oh, this brings back strange memories. Oh, and I'd never thought about this before, but I decided that Gnomes have rounder lips than Halflings. :-/[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Mmm... yes, yes, like that... Oh Baravar, the NIGHTWING!! Lissa breaks off at about the same time Achkby does, for the same reason; i.e. bone-chilling undead roar. She smiles wryly at him, then slides off the pony's back and starts running toward Thokk.\n\n \"Thokk! Hold still a second, I've got a spell that might help here!\" She begins chanting at high speed in Celestial, a prayer asking Baravar to protect her ally from evil. As Lissa finishes, she touches the dwarf's shoulder. White light flares around him for an instant. \"There, now it can't affect your mind. Go forth, kick ass, and try not to get too badly mangled 'cause I've only got one healing spell!\" The moment the spell is completed, Lissa beats a hasty retreat, crossbow in hand.\n\n\nOOC: Cast protection from evil (domain spell) on Thokk." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"A million blessings upon ye, lassie! Kick ass I shall!\" \n\nTo the Group\n\n \"Ach, I feel drafty in this blasted robe! I need fine steel protecting me, or a shield at least! Regardless, this is my fight, and mine alone. Ye all better not get in my way, and let me fight to the death if so needed.\" \n\nOOC: COUGH MAGE ARMOR COUGH" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Thokk accepts the challenge, the shadow-creature bows stiffly. A moment later, the shade is in motion, charging with its obsidian sword held in both hands overhead.\n\nThokk sidesteps, bringing up his sword just a fraction of a second too late and is cut deeply across his upper chest. Those of you with low-light vision or darkvision can see a dark stain spreading across Thokk's robe.\n\nThokk counters with a mighty blow of his own, but the shadow-Thokk seems to anticipate the move and deflects it easily.\n\n\nOOC: The shade hits with an 10 for 18 damage. Thokk misses with a 15. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk slashes at the giant shadow-dwarf with his magic sword, but the shadow-Thokk counters each move easily, as if aware of what Thokk will do even before he does it.\n\nThe shade counterattacks, and Thokk raises his blade to parry. The two swords meet edge to edge, binding together for a moment. Thokk feels his sword grow cold as ice ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk misses with a 25. The nightwing uses magic drain on Thokk's sword. The sword has to make a DC 22 Fort save or lose its enhancement bonus. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHaving retreated safely out of shadow-Thokk's reach, Lissa raises her crossbow to her shoulder. \"Hey, dark and ugly! Yeah, you, shadow-thing! Your ma was a dretch and your pa shaved his beard! You stink like a troll that's been swimming through Selgaunt's sewer system, and a troll's probably smarter than you!\" If this thing is mimicking Thokk's mind as well as his body, it'll have a temper... and anything with a temper can be taunted! The gnome grins, aims carefully, and fires. The moment the shadowstuff bolt leaves the crossbow, Lissa starts reloading.\n\n\nOOC: Remember everyone, you've got a bless active!\n\n Attack: 27 - 4 for melee = 22. Woot!\n Damage: 6 , magical for DR purposes." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNot more than a dozen paces from Thokk and anti-Thokk, the muscular ord glances at one guantleted hand with mocking disinterest, as if inspecting his nails. He continues to rattle his flail with the other hand, the shadowy weapon clinking artificially,\n\n\" Ya know, far be it from me ta comment upon matters of honor, but.. Well, fights ta the death are great and all, but they're a helluva lot better when they're fights ya can win. \" He flexes his wrist abruptly, throwing the black head of his flail in a quick loop, \" And ya ain't got the right tools ta win this one. I'm perfectly capable'a watching ya kill yerself fighting this thing, but there's other options. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAhkby leaps from Bess after Lissa, albeit rather more cumsily. \" Steel?! \" he cries to Thokk. \" I have better than mere steel, you infernally narrowminded dwarf! \"\n\nAs soon as he reaches the lightly-robed combatant, he reaches out and repeats the motions for the spell he coast on himself only a minute before.\n\n[OOC]Yeah, there's your Mage Armor .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ah, this is MY FIGHT! Let me do the combat, dont git yerselvs drawn in!\" \n\nThokk prepares himself and once more clashes with the anti-Thokk\n\n Sword Fort Save (1d20+8=13) \n Thokk To Hit (1d20+10=17) \n\nOOC: Yay armor, crap attack roll and fort save...\nThis is not looking good...." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Either too proud or too foolish to ask for help, Thokk continues to contend with his shadow-self alone. To make matters worse, his sword suddenly grows heavier and clumsier in his hands as the shadow-Thokk drains its magical properties.\n\nDespite this, Thokk continues to hack away at his alter-ego, but the shade parries his blows with ease, toying with Thokk the way a feral cat toys with a field mouse.\n\nEventually, the shade seems to tire of this sport, and it changes lines suddenly, its sword biting deeply into Thokk's thigh. Crying out in pain and anger, Thokk drops backward onto the frozen ground. The dark creature raises its sword overhead with both hands, ready to finish Thokk off ...\n\nAt that moment, Lissa's crossbow bolt tears through the shadow-Thokk, causing the same ripple effect you had observed during your brief previous encounter on the shadow plane. The shadow-Thokk roars in pain and turns to face Lissa. Its black-within-black eyes narrow as they focus on the small gnome ...\n\nThokk, dizzy from blood loss, scrambles backward, trying to regain his footing.\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk's sword fails its Fort save and is reduced to a masterword weapon. Thokk misses. The shadow-Thokk hits for 20 points of damage. Lissa hits for 6 points of damage. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Enough of this honorable ***! \"\n\nThe older human growled out from between his teeth even as his spellbook flipped open to the approbriate page and he read of the spell quickly. Putting his thumbs together he formed his hands into a vertical plane pointed directly at the nightwing as jets of red hot flames shot from his finger tips.\n\nOOC:\n\n 5d4=11 Burning Hands damage.\n\nReflex Save of 13 and spell resistance applies." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa swallows as the shadow-Thokk takes notice of her. \"Come on people, let's lay some smackdown on this thing! Thokk's nearly down!\" Why isn't Darius firing? Oh yeah, humans are night-blind... With a few simple gestures and words in Gnomish, Lissa's signature quartet of dancing lights appears over shadow-Thokk's head. \"There, it's all lit up now. Feel free to fire, Darius!\" With that, she scrambles back away from the thing, but not out of her crossbow's range.\n\n\nOOC: Use dancing lights spell-like ability and move." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nRunning in, Hajih stabs both dagger and sword into the Anti-Thokk.\n\n((To Hit:\nDagger: 12\nShortsword: 9 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa illuminates the area with dancing lights , revealing the combat to those who lack the ability to see in low-light.\n\nCallos blasts the shadow-dwarf with burning hands causing the shade to writhe in momentary pain.\n\nHajih slips in to attack, thrusting with his shortsword and slashing simultaneously with his shadowstuff dagger. The sword passes through the anti-Thokk harmlessly, but the dagger does seem to open up a bloodless wound on the shade's arm.\n\nThe shadow-Thokk pauses for a moment, regarding the new combatants. It seems to shiver for an instant, then begins moving even more quickly than before, almost faster than the eye can see ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Lissa creates dancing lights. Callos hits with burning hands for 11 damage. Hajih misses with his shortsword, but hits with the dagger for 4 damage. The shadow-Thokk activates its haste ability. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe dour orc mutters a few incoherant curses, shaking his head,\n\n\" Fine, fine. But when he gets pissed later, I want it on record that I was gonna let it kill him honor intact. \"\n\nWith an almost lazy flick of his wrist, Lumpy throws his flail into a quick loop, drawing his other hand to the haft as he powers his shadowy weapon into the circular motion that makes it so deadly. With a resigned look, he closes on the shadow-doppelganger, looking for an opening to strike upon.\n\n\n((OOC\n\n Nightwing Attack & Damage (1d20 + 12=28, 1d10+7=12) \n))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHaving regained her composure somewhat, the gnome again aims carefully and fires a shadowstuff bolt at the shadow-Thokk. \"Yeah, well, better pissed than dead, don't you think?\" Lissa pulls out another of the shadowy bolts and reloads her crossbow.\n\n\nOOC: Attack 22 - 4 for melee = 18\n Damage = 2 &>_&lt;" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Simply consign yourself to oblivion you wretched creature! You have no place on this plane so just BURN! \"\n\nEven as the wizard gritted his teeth and prepared to cast the same spell again, he began to run through the quickly complications in his mind. This was his last actual harm causing spells. If this didn't work there wasn't much more he could do without physically battling with the nightwing, a prospect he never relished. Still it never stopped the arcane words of power from tumbling from his lips and once more holding his hands on a vertical plane with his thumbs together as another sheet of flames sprang forth towards the nightwing. The image of Djital's face stayed clear in his mind even as he finished the final word and sent the flames boiling forth.\n\nJust for the simple act of destroying his companion's second chance at life the necromancer would show no mercy to the being even if it was stronger then he was. Too much had been invested in Djital and too much pain from his passing had touched upon Callos, bringing back vile memories of his days with his old master.\n\n \n\"Now pull back the skin there Callos...Good. Now do you see the source?\" A bright knife peeling back the skin and tissue on th subject on the table. White light coming from above.\n\n\"Not yet...are you sure that they feel nothing? And that they are murderers?\" A tremble in the scapel then.\n\n\"Silly questions boy. Instead you should be asking why you don't see the spark of this subjects being yet. Obviously you've been slacking in your studies.\" Sterness radiating and also the thinly veiled threat that lay behind. Reaching for something concealed on a belt.\n\n\"Of course not master! I know better then to slack off...I know what will happen if I do..\" Steady again. Resignation clear.\n\n\"Gooooood then. I think I'll ask for a demonstration of your devotion then.\" A scream then. The pain killing spell had been lifted and the creature was consisious. Awoken to what was happening to it.\n\n\"Now then Callos...kill her.\" \n\n((Burning Hands damage:\n 5d4=14 \n\nSo then a spell and little harmless background development.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Happy Easter, for those of you who celebrate it! I don't...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, seeing his friends begin to draw the monstrosity off of Thokk, desperately jabs at the thing, trying once more to divert its attention, and then slowly backs even a little farther away from it.\n\n Brave of you, Achkby! But foolish! \n\n[OOC]\nHe makes a Longspear Attack (1d20+3=8) which probably misses ( Longspear Damage (as if...) (1d6-1=4) ) from 10' away, and then backs up another 5'.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n[OOC: Happy passover. I too do not celebrate it, but my family does. Urgh, my stomach]\n\nAeroz continues to hesitate, but then goes in to flank(?) the shadow Thokk.\n\n[OOC: Melee Masterwork Rapier +9 (+11 if flanking0; Dmg 5+1=6 (+10 if not undead and flanking); AC 18 (Shadow Thokk designated as dodge target; HP 27/27]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa shoots the shadow-Thokk again while Callos continues to burn the creature with arcane fire. Achkby and Aeroz harrass the shade with their weapons, though it doesn't look like their poking produces much effect.\n\nAs Thokk scrambles backwards, Lumpy reluctantly steps in and smashes his shadowstuff flail into the shade's face, shattering its cheekbone and caving in an orbit.\n\nThe shadow-Thokk's deformed face is even more hideous than it had been. It twists its features up into what might almost be termed a grin.\n\nWith inhuman speed, the shadow-Thokk slashes viciously at Lumpy, opening up a deep wound across his throat, spraying half-orc blood everywhere.\n\nWhirling around, the shadow-Thokk catches Aeroz under his guard. The elf gasps as the shadowblade slices into his side.\n\n[hr]\nSheyra runs to Thokk's side and administers a healing potion. The color returns to Thokk's cheeks, and he climbs back to his feet with a determined look on his face.\n\nThe Elthans stand to the side, seemingly unwilling to intervene ...\n\n\nOOC: Callos burns the creature for 14 points. Lissa hits for 2 points. Lumpy hits for 12 points. Achkby and Aeroz miss (or do no damage).\n\nThe hasted shadow-Thokk crits Lumpy with a natural 19 and 20, hitting for 31 points of damage. Its second attack hits Aeroz with a 24 (6 + 18) for 16 points.\n\nThe nightwing/shadow-Thokk has taken a total of 49 (21 + 28) points of damage.\n\n Current HP \n\nThokk 24 (51 - 18 - 20 + 11)\nLumpy 11 (42 - 31)\nAeroz 11 (27 - 16) " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nElthan has his spear drawn, ready to go into the fray. He waits for Elthans signal to go in.\n\"Why are we just standing here? We should help them.\"\n \"Well, so long as we're relativly safe, I see no need to get involved.\" \n\"But the reason your here is that you wanted to be involved. You wanted to be apart of this so much, that even if you couldn't go along you wanted them to have you at thier side. Well, here you are. You were with them but now your gone, leaving them to themselves.\"\n\"Now, I am here because someone wanted to help them no matter, and now I intend to do this whether he still wants to or not.\"\n\nElthan II steps forward and casts his spell, the aura around his hands growing darker and the line between the Shadow-Thokk and he growing red as the light loses its own strength.\n\n(OOC: Using lazyness to build character, I'm awful.\nCasting Ray of Enfeeblement Touch Attack, Str Damage (1d20+2=14, 1d6+2=4) " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"TIME TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\" \n\nThokk Regains himself and Charges his anti-self\n\n\nOOC: Im getting bad visions in my head, with me almost dying, a potion healing me, and then charging again.... Meh, I am of no use at all not in combat, and Im hopin someone will be able to heal me, here's hoping\n\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+12=30) \n Thokk Damage (1d10+6=14) \n\nOOC: HAHAHA! Eat that you damned anti-me! Also, people better get the healing potions ready..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby scurries away from the shadow of death and towards Lisaa as quickly as his woefully short legs can carry him.\n\" I'll burn this shadow away, \" he growls, and plants his feet firmly in the soft earth. He begins to move through sharp, precise hand gestures, and some guttural words bring flood a fiery power to his head. Pointing a stiff arm over lumpy's head and straight at the thing's ribcage, he unleases a blast of heat with as much force as he can muster.\n\n[OOC]Retreating 20', and casting Scorching Ray at the shadow-Thokk.\n Scorching Ray To Hit (1d20+5=24) , -4 into melee=20.\n Scorching Ray Damage (4d6=14) (it rolled 1, 6, 1, 6, which I think is impressive).\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nLashing out with his dagger and shortsword, Hajih roars in time with his swings.\n\n[hr]\n\nTo Hit:\nShortsword- 10\nDagger- 23\n\nDamage:\nDagger- 6" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe hard-lined scowl fades from Lumpy's face as the shadow retailiates, the swift brutality of it's response catching the veteran off guard. Eyes widened with momentary fear, he allows the blow to stagger him back a step before instinct kicks in. Even as the last drops of blood impacted upon the ground, he kicks back one foot, setting it, then the other, arresting his backpeddle.\n\nIt took every fiber of his being to fight the urge to raise a hand to feel the burning line across his throat. From the blood drawn, he knew it was bad, and hard logic told him that was all he needed or wanted to know at present. Logic also told him to retreat - there was nothing to be gained from further risking his neck (quite literally, it seemed.) But there were still other factors interfering, ones he still refused to consciously consider..\n\n Damn, it's happening again. Always getting myself involved in someone elses problems. You'd think I'd've learned by now. \n\nLetting his errant thoughts fade into the background of the infinately more relavant fight, the taciturn orc quickly considers his options. He should run, obviously, but he'd give it one more go before he did. He still had one last trick to lay out. The thing had proven itself to be considerably strong, but that didn't make it insurmountable.\n\nWith a raspy hiss that is most likely the least impressive warcry ever sounded, he redirects himself at the nightwing. Throwing his flail into a clockwise spin, he lets fly, seemingly a clear miss as the head sails past his target. But with one practiced motion and no small show of force, he abruptly shifts his grip and reverses the rotation, drawing the weapon back in an attempt to hook it around his opponent.\n\n((OOC\n\nTrip attempt\n Trip Attempt (1d20 + 12=24, 1d20+8=10) \n\nIf successful (doubtful) he'll follow up with an attack\n\nIf not, he'll drop his flail if he has to to avoid being tripped in return, and then take a 5ft step back\n\n))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nDang it all! The thing was STILL not dead! And the wizard severely doubted that it would even be hurt by his fists. There was still one more spell he knew for a fact would hurt it but then he would be all but helpless. Unless...\n\n\" If any of you have a wand then now is the time to fork it over so I can keep blasting it. \"\n\nA grim look had come to his face even as he saw the vicious attacks on Lumpy and Aeroz but still he flipped his book open to the right page and chanted the words on it. Afterall, it was the best he could do. Unlike when he had tried to cast it in the plane of shadow, no dark clouds suddenly swarmed around the nightwings head but the air there did shimmer. And interesting thing to note." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"ACHKBY!!\" Lissa screams as the halfling charges in with his spear, the sound equal parts fear and rage. \"Demons take you, stupid man! If you let yourself get killed, I'll kill you!\" Well, nobody's at their most articulate in the middle of combat. She aims and fires at the shadow-Thokk with a murderous glint in her eyes. For the blood of my friends, you shall pay in blood... Baravar, help me bring your vengeance on this thing! Lissa reloads her trusty crossbow almost automatically.\n\n\nOOC: FYI, Baravar is the gnomish god of revenge as well as thieves and illusion.\n Attack 26 - 4 for melee = 22. I love you, invisiblecastle!\n Damage = 7 :D" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Both of the Elthans finally decide to act on Thokk's behalf. One casts ray of enfeeblement while the other fires off a volley of magic missles . Achkby adds a scorching ray to the mix. Even Callos throws a spell at the shadow-Thokk, though he is not be sure whether or not blindness would even affect the creature.\n\nThe shadow-Thokk resists the effects of the spells, but the four magic users' combined power is enough to stagger the creature, giving Hajih an opening as he slashes away with his shadowstuff dagger.\n\n[hr]\nDark blood streams down Lumpy's neck, chest and arm. Grunting, the half-orc entangles the shadow-Thokk with his flail, but when the creature pulls away, the flail (slick with Lumpy's own blood) slips out of his hand ...\n\n[hr]\nThokk charges at his shadow counterpart, screaming. His (now merely masterwork) sword slips under the shadow-Thokk's guard, but at the last minute, the hasted shade twists away and Thokk hits only air.\n\nThe shadow-Thokk's counter-attack is so fast as to be essentially invisible. Suddenly, the point of the shadowblade appears from between Thokk's shoulderblades. Thokk has been impaled through and through ...\n\n TIME TO DIE!!!!! TIME TO DIE!!!! The shadow-Thokk crows hoarsely, echoing Thokk's last words in mockery and triumph.\n\n TIME TO DI ... urk? The shadow-Thokk's cry of victory is cut short as Lissa's shadowbolt strikes it in the middle of the forehead. The shadow-Thokk topples backward as the real Thokk likewise collapses backward, falling off of the shade's blade.\n\nBoth Thokks lie on their backs on the cold ground, their unseeing eyes and gaping mouths upturned toward the silent stars ...\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The shadow-Thokk has spell resistance, but the combined effect of four spellcasters in enough to break through the SR. Hajih hits, but Thokk misses (the shadow-Thokk has AC 31 while hasted). Lumpy successfully entangles the shadow-Thokk, but loses the opposed STR check miserably. Lissa's shadowstuff bolt kills the shadow-Thokk, but not before the shadow-Thokk crits Thokk.\n\n@sacreddeamon - PM sent to you. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nStubbornly, Lumpy plants his feet, vainly attempting to keep himself from following Thokk to the dirt. Slowly though, his left knee buckles and he sinks to the ground. His demeanor and posture as he slumps back onto the ground are initally impossibly serene, a dull calm.\n\nA single word, whisper quiet, slips from between his lips,\n\n\" Damn. \"\n\nAll at once, his body ends its self imposed paralysis, as if freed by the power of that baleful utterance.. Working one gauntlet free, he slips his bared hand beneath his bloody beard to apply pressure to his neck And in that position he sits, taking in the updated situation with an expression of impotent furstration." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWith the death of the nightwing/Thokk, the necromancer went over to the still form of the anti-Thokk and peered at it closely. Would never do to let this thing climb back to its feet because no one made sure it was dead. There was one good way of making sure...with a disgusted look on his face Callos gripped the bolt still in its forehead and turned his head away. With a splurch he began trying to force the bolt the rest of the way through. It may be able to survive a bolt to the head but probaly not one going THROUGH its head. Once that grizzly work was through he stood up and brushed his hands off before turning to Thokk.\n\n\" Someone check to see if he's still breathing. There might still be a chance to save him. Also look for a pulse. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn disdainfully stays out of the battle. It's a matter of Thokk's honor, he wouldn't like it if we interfered. When everyone else charges in, he sighs and readies his 'short sword.' It's probably much stronger now that they've interfered... A look of indecision appears on his face as the battle with the shadow-Thokk rages. He appears to make up his mind right as the beast falls and starts forward. Fizahn looks concerned down at Thokk. Could I have saved him had I stepped in in time? Looking slightly guilty, he starts mumbling to himself. \"He could be continuing the battle with his shadow counterpart in his head... It seemed like powerful magic.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa runs over to the two fallen Thokks as fast as her short legs will take her, anxiety written all over her face. \"Oh gods Thokk, you stupid, brave, stubborn dwarf!\" She kneels by the white-robed Thokk's side and starts feeling for a pulse at his neck.\n\n\nOOC: Heal check = 8 Hopefully finding a pulse has a low DC. :P" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nSitting down beside Lissa at Thokk's prone body, Hajih reaches into his belt pouches. Searching around he eventually finds the thing he was looking for. Pulling the healer's kit out, he waits for Lissa's diagnosis." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone gathers around Thokk, Sheyra is already there, holding Thokk's head in her lap. Silent tears drop from her cheeks into the dwarf's thick beard.\n\nLissa's small, nimble fingers search desperately for a pulse. She presses here and there on his neck for quite some time. Her shoulders sag, and she is just about to pronounce him dead when she suddenly freezes.\n\nShe's found a pulse. It's weak and thready, but Thokk is alive!\n\nHer eyes meet Sheyra's, and no words need to be said. The young monk pours her last healing potion into Thokk's mouth. For a moment, nothing happens.\n\nThen suddenly, Thokk coughs and starts breathing again. He is mumbling softly in the dwarven tongue, his eyes still open, though it isn't clear exactly what he is seeing ...\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, Lumpy sits on the ground, trying to staunch the hemorrhaging from his throat. The dark blood oozes from his neck. It's not arterial, but nevertheless it is a serious wound, and he could easily bleed out if not aided quickly ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Great Golden Lords, it's a friggin' miracle!,\" Lissa mutters in her native tongue. She looks up at Sheyra, switching back to Common. \"Wow, I didn't know anyone had healing potions left!\" With a glance at Hajih and his healer's kit, Lissa gets up. \"Hope you know how to use that thing, Hajih, because I don't have much healing power.\" Quickly scanning the group for casualties, Lissa chokes back a gasp at the sight of Lumpy's throat. She hurries over to the bleeding half-orc, already chanting in Celestial. Her left hand begins to glow white just as Lissa reaches him, and she touches his neck as gently as possible.\n\n\nOOC: Burn shield of faith for a CLW = 7 hp healed on Lumpy." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, my Deantrea...\" \n\nThokks eyes remain out of focus for several minutes, staring at a far away place. Slowly, the focus on the people around him\n\n \"Ach...It wasnt your...fight...But thank ye all...I am not going back...\" \n\nThokk turns and looks at his anti-self lying next to him\n\n \"Got ya, ye bastard\" \n\nThokk stands up on shakey legs, and moves to recover his sword. His formerly blue eyes are now the palest azure, almost white, and his golden hair has also taken on a very pale hue. Using his sword, the dwarf lops off a single finger of the shadow, raises it high, and then collapses, exhausted by the effort" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nRemarking to Lissa, places the small bundle in his \"Not a whole lot I can do now, any long term treatment will have to wait until we get to Telflamm.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby stands outside of the others' circle, still panting heavily.\n\n Whoooo... that was... whoa... far too close for me.\n\nWow. Thokk, you are one lucky dwarf. \n\n\" Let's never fight one of those again. If there are more, Thokk, I'm of half a mind to leave ye to your own devices. \"\nHe has sunk down to rest his hands on his knees, and smiles up at the others through his habitually unkempt hair.\n\n Far too close. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy grunts something vaguely appreciative at Lissa, slowly stirring himself free from the shock and trauma of his wound, aided by her healing touch. The burly orc probes experimentally at his wound to see the extent of it's damage and the limits it would place upon his movement. It was still there, a gaping line across his neck. The cut had been close; only thickly layered muscle and the minutest of involuntary flinches had spared him a mortal wound. The downside, of course, was that those same muscles were generally used to move his head, which was sure to make the healing process exceptionally unpleasant.\n\nStiff-necked, he sets himself into motion, oushing himself up onto his knees. Half crawling, he gathers up three things nearby before standing - his flail, which he loops back around his belt, his discarded gauntlet, and the bottom half-foot of his beard, shorn free by the same strike. The latter he surveys forlornly, a red-fanged scowl forming upon his face. With a resigned shrug, he tosses the loosely braided length of hair back into the dirt.\n\nFinally, he tries his hand at speech once more, his voice growing stronger, but definately a great deal softer than the norm, and raspy to boot,\n\n\" Just great. I hope everyone's happy now. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party members tend to their wounded - Lumpy, Aeroz and, of course, Thokk. Sheyra is out of healing potions, but she binds their wounds as best she can, using Hajih's healing kit.\n\nEveryone gives the shadow-Thokk a wide berth, just in case it decides to rise up again or something, but the nightwing/simulacrum remains inert.\n\n[hr]\nIn a few hours, the sky lightens as the winter sun rises. As the first beams of pale light strike the riverbank, the nightwing's body dissolves into mist which blows away in the brisk north wind. Thokk's \"trophy\" also vanishes, leaving no sign that the shadow creature ever existed except for the wounds it left behind.\n\nAfter breakfast, a flatboat ferry approaches from the southern bank. The polemen are surprised to see the condition you are in, but they accept 2 gold pieces to transport you across the river without pestering you with questions.\n\n[hr]\nThokk and Aeroz lie in the cart. Lumpy insists on walking, hoarsely reassuring everyone that he is already feeling much better.\n\nTelflamm lies a day and a half's journey across flat terrain according to the ferrymen. There are good healers in Telflamm, they assure you.\n\nIt is roughly mid-afternoon when a glint in the distance catches your eye. Eventually you can make out a column of armored horsemen approaching with great speed from down the road, presumably from Telflamm.\n\nThey will reach you in less than half an hour." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn stands up from his vantage point on the cart and looks disapprovingly at the galloping horsemen. \"Pull over to the side of the road and let them pass. They're government officials, they have no qualms about trampling innocent travelers as long as they finish their job.\" Could things be going badly for Teflamm? Fizahn nervously fingers the hilt of his 'short sword.'" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby happily pays the flatboat men.\n\nAs Fizahn speaks, Achkby squints into the distance ahead. \" We needn't pull off yet, unless we mean to take a meal now... or unless we want to hide, \" he comments, looking around." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "((Hooray for free internet in the airports!))\n\n Darius \n\nKeeping still and silent during the whole battle after firing his first shot, Darius simply shrugs and strolls along with the party.\n\n \"That's a lot of men, and they're going pretty fast. I say we stand to the side, hiding may be a good idea right now... no reason not to.\" \n\n((Ooh, almost time for the third thread.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy squinted, trying to make out the column clearly. His sun-blindness was slowly fading, crossing the line from intolerably bright to the the throbbing glare he was used to. Certainly, compared to the ache of his neck, it was quite mild.\n\nHe shrugs, tenderly, the motion ackward without the use of his neck,\n\n\" I ain't got nothing ta hide, but SOME'a us got bounties on their heads. Either way I wouldn't dawdle too much about moving aside. Wouldn't do ta get run down, and rolling the cart off the road'll take longer than ya might think. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"LKiklnie lkjiee kniaskn sawiedn\" \n\nThokk groans unconscously, spewing out random dwarf garble" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I say we get off the road. Armed companies ar an indication of turmoil and I would rather not be noticed until we know whats going on. That and sometimes armed companies force people into conscription and I don't want a military term. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You decide to move off of the road and break for a light snack, hoping that the soldiers will simply pass you by.\n\nLissa has been tending to the wounded, praying over them and dressing their wounds. Thokk begins to speak more lucidly, though he is still grievously wounded. Lumpy and Aeroz find that their wounds are closing rapidly under the care of the little gnome.\n\n[hr]\nSheyra stands alone in the middle of the road, gazing at the oncoming armored column intensely.\n\nThere are at least 20 heavily armored knights carrying long lances, from which long, thin banners billow in the wind. Behind them an equal number of crossbowmen follow at a light jog.\n\nThe banners are black with silver insignia. You don't recognize the design, but Sheyra apparently does. She almost jumps up and down in excitement.\n\n\"The Winged Serpent! The Winged Serpent! These are my father's men! My father's found me! He's found me!\"\n\nShe waits in the middle of the road as the column approaches, slows, then stops. When the knights halt, the crossbowmen split into two groups and move forward, flanking the horsemen. Their bows are loaded and held ready, though they do not aim them at either Sheyra or the rest of the party.\n\nThe knights look splendid in their shining armor, with their long lances held at attention, their pennants snapping in the breeze. (Aeroz recognizes the style of armor as the same as that worn by the two escorts that died fighting the Mulhorandi on the Sea of Fallen Stars.)\n\nThe lead knight dismounts, handing his lance to a squire, who seems to appear from nowhere. The knight then steps forward toward Sheyra until he is only a few paces away. He is armored in full plate; a longsword and dagger are sheathed at his waist.\n\nTowering over the young monk, the knight speaks first, \"You are Lady Sheyra, I presume?\"\n\nWithout a word, Sheyra pulls a worn letter from her pack. The knight breaks its wax seal and reads its contents. He hands the letter back to Sheyra, then suddenly steps back and kneels before her.\n\nThe other knights immediately dismount and kneel as well, as do the crossbowmen.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Lissa heals Aeroz for 4 points, Lumpy for 8 points, and Thokk for 8 points. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nBrow furrowed Callos silently mouthed what the armored troops had said to himself even as he scratched his head. This was definitly something he hadn't expected. Who was Sheyra really? Definitly worth trying to figure out at least, stepping out from the group and where he had been hiding he kept his arms up to show he was no threat.\n\n\" Er...Sheyra..who the bloody heck are these guys? If I'm not wrong, aren't these soldiers? Why do they kneel to you? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius strolls over a little more so he can hear better. He leans against a tree, maintaining his distance from the soldiers.\n\n Something big is going on... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy watches Sheyra with thinly veiled annoyance as she neglects to vacate the road. After all, even if they weren't planning on hiding, there were risks involved in making oneself's too obvious. Inevitably, he breaks cover himself, edging closer to the road, close enough to intervene if necessary.\n\nWhen they're revealed as non-hostile he settles back rubbing at his bandaged neck thoughtfully. After a moment of considering the implications of the men's subservience, he scowls, wandering back towards his things to get a drink from his waterskins." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Has her father died? \n\nAchkby edges closer to the road, trying to smile consoling towards Sheyra.\n\n Where does this put us? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra looks as surprised as everyone else when the soldiers bow before her.\n\nShe asks the knight a question. Without raising his head, he answers back. Sheyra's knees begin to shake, and she raises her face to the sky as tears run down her face.\n\nThe knights and soldiers continue to kneel in awkward silence. Sheyra cries quietly for a minute or two, her eyes closed.\n\nThen, the young monk pulls herself together, smoothing back her hair and wiping the tears from her cheeks. She opens her eyes and says one word.\n\n\"Rise.\"\n\n[hr]\nThe soldiers provide you with horses to ride (for those without mounts). Thokk is allowed to remain in the cart. The knights remount their horses and form a protective circle around Sheyra and your party. The crossbowmen follow behind with the squires.\n\nThe Captain of the Guard rides at Sheyra's side as you head up the road towards Telflamm." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThe injured dwarf tries to partially rise and look around\n\n \"By the beard, what happened, lass?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nIt's pretty rare that the talkative Lissa is at a loss for words... but the current situation has done just that. She just watches the interaction between Sheyra and the soldiers in clear amazement. (However, she did have the presence of mind to conceal her holy symbol as the riders came within sight.) Lady Sheyra? Her father's men? What in the Nine Hells is going on here? \n\nAfter a bit, the gnome finally finds her voice. \"Umm... Sheyra? Is there something you'd like to tell us?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" You know...of all the questions racing through my mind right now that I could possibly ask I can only give voice to one. Will we be getting to Teflamm soon? I mean seriously, after all the *** we have in the past couple of days this seems normal though I would like to know why Sheyra is lord over a company of soldiers, but you know what? It doesn't even really seem important. I should have expected it. Just that simple. \"\n\nThe necromancer kept on looking around at the armored soldier's with a wary eye. Callos himself didn't even really know why but being surronded by armored troops and being lead to a city he didn't know under unknown circumstance's wasn't exactly an appealing thought. Still...did he really want to tick off the one who seemed to be in charge by trying to read hear thoughts? .....Better wait until the guards where gone at the very least." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Oh, I'm so sorry!\" Sheyra turns in her saddle to explain this whirlwind of events to the rest of you. Her face is somber, and she looks as though she has aged years in only a matter of minutes. Her voice is flat and emotionless, as though she is reading from a manuscript.\n\n\"These are my father's men ... Or rather they were.\n\n\"When the Mulhorandi conquered my homeland, they demanded that all of the noble families of Unther pledge their allegiance to their Pharaoh. My father and many others refused. Instead, he fled from Unther with my brothers, and sent word for me to meet him in Telflamm, which is why it has been so important for me to reach that city ...\"\n\nShe pauses and swallows hard.\n\n\"The Captain of the Guard has just informed me that my father and brothers were captured as they tried to cross the Sea of Fallen Stars. They were ... they were hanged for treason against the Mulhorandi Empire.\"\n\nHer eyes fill with tears, but she blinks them away and continues with her explanation.\n\n\"The surviving members of the Great Houses have gathered in Telflamm, hoping to gather enough strength and resources to reclaim our homeland. As the last surviving member of my family, I have become the head of my House. These men and my people are now my responsibility.\n\n\"But do not fear. You will be safe. These men will die to protect me and, by extension, you.\"\n\nSheyra faces forward again. Her shoulders slumped with the weight of grief and her new responsbilities.\n\n\"We should reach Telflamm by sundown. Linda is waiting for us at the compound. It was she who told my father's ... my men where to find us ...\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I'm so sorry Sheyra. First your bodyguards and now this. \" Aeroz says as he quaffs a potion from his backpack, patching up most of what is left of his wounds. He places the vial back in his bag. \" Still, there are other deaths that do need to be prevented. So, Lady Sheyra... \" he says as he takes a short bow.\n\n[OOC: Using a potion of cure moderate wounds, healing 9 points of damage]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Oh Gods, I forgot about your family. Sorry for bringing it up Sheyra. \"\n\nA look of embrassment came to his face then as he realized the potenially bad memories that his little rant might have brought up. Coughing awkardly Callos pulled his shadowstuff cloak tighter around himself and urged his mount up closer to Sheyra, then he leaned closer to whisper to her.\n\n\" IT's alright to grieve now. These people won't think any less of you. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy eyes his proffered mount suspiciously, before shaking his head fervently,\n\n\" Oh, Hell no. There's no way yer getting me up onto one of those things. I've walked the world on my own two feet fer my whole life, and I ain't planning on quitting now. \"\n\n---\n\nLumpy listens to Sheyra's recounting of events indifferently, but his brow furrows at the end,\n\n\" Linda? The same one we lost in the shadows? How in the Abyss would she know where ta go? \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Good question... and how did she get out before us? And what did she say to that other woman down there?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn graciously accepts his mount. He listens in silence to the conversation around him. \"Nobles, nothing but trouble getting caught up in their affairs. I hope she doesn't expect me to remain after we get to Teflamm. I need a job and some real coin.\" As he rides, something stirs in the back of his mind.\n\n Sheyra walks quietly along with the others, but then she cries out as her shadow grows and grows until it swallows her up completely. The other party members reach for her to try to rescue her - to no avail ...\n\n That dream I had! And the lizardman had one similar.\n\nThe Dark One still lives, and he is close...\nThe vision shifts once again, this time to the young she-human. The girl looks up at a dark shape with fear. The shadowy form raises a serpentine dagger then plunges it into the girl's chest! Flames rise up on all sides, completely obscuring the vision...\nThe girl is the key. Protect her at all costs...\n\n I don't normally believe in premonitions, but two strikingly similar dreams both the same night is more than coincidence. That was when Sedryn died. Lissa didn't sleep well that night either, maybe she had one also! \n\n Fizahn rides his horse up to Sherya. He gives her a brief look and then whispers to her. \"You might want to tell them about Sethra. You could still be in considerable danger from him, and they may guard you better knowing the danger. Also, did you tell Linda about your house? Unless you told her privately, something is really suspicious there. She was able to escape the plane of shadows alone and get to Teflamm. She immediately found your guards and sent them down the exact road you'd be coming up. Sethra can jump bodies and he's been with the party most likely since Sedryn's death. I'm not accusing Linda, but it is possible she's being used as a vessel by Sethra.\" \n \nOOC: Probably my wordiest post. I didn't go back to check the night Sedryn died, so I'm hoping I got all the facts right." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHajih looks on at Sheyra, finally managing to find a few words to express his disbelief\n\n \"Lady...Sheyra, as in Lord, Duke, Earl, Duchess? That kind of Lady?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n So he has died... wait -- Linda ?!! What the hells...? \n\nAchkby mounts Bessie, shaking his head as he tries uselessly to fit everything together in his mind." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra nods gratefully to Callos and Hajih. After hearing Lumpy's and Fizahn's concerns, however, she frowns then converses with the Captain of the Guard briefly. She then turns back to you with an explanation.\n\n\"The Captain reports that a disheveled woman was found at the edge of the Forest, not far from the ferry, a couple of days ago. She was disoriented and almost incoherent, but when she happened to mention my family's name, the Seneschal of the Gates recognized it and handed her over to Unther-in-exile.\n\n\"After a good night's sleep and some food, she was able to tell the Houses the story of how she became separated from us in the Forest. She recommended that a rescue party be sent out to find us and, naturally, the mission was assigned to the knights of House Relik.\"\n\n[hr]\nElthan listens carefully to Sheyra's words. \"Well, Linda did disappear some time before we escaped the forest, and given the morphic nature of the Shadow Plane, it is conceivable that she might have exited the Forest of Lethyr at a different location than we did ...\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk rouses himself again\n\n \"Wait, so she made it? I wasnt the only one then...\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Thokk. Go back to sleep you stupid dwarf! You'll never be able to talk coherently stepping in and out of sleep like that. \"Yes you were Thokk. Linda never died.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When Sheyra mentions the name of her House, Elthan rubs his chin thoughtfully. \"House Relik? That name sounds strangely familiar ...\"\n\n[hr]\nIt is almost sunset when you arrive at Telflamm, a walled city at the edge of the Sea of Fallen Stars. The guards at the gate recognize the Untherites and allow them (and you) into the city without comment.\n\nWith the sun setting, you see the guards begin preparing to close and lock the gates for the night after you pass through.\n\nYou ride through a bustling city, attracting many curious stares along the way, until you arrive at another set of walls, the Untherite Embassy, a small city within the city.\n\nThe Untherites have been granted sovereign power within the walls of the Embassy. There are twelve Great Houses here, all made up of refugees from Unther, who have been distributed among a number of different buildings within the Embassy's walls.\n\nHouse Relik is one of the smaller Houses, and has been assigned to one of the smaller buildings. The facade of the building has many arches and pillars, typical of Theskan architecture.\n\nIt is dark by the time you dismount and are escorted into the building, which (the Captain of the Guard explains to you) once was a bathhouse ...\n\n[hr]\nYou are escorted down several halls to a large chamber with a large hearth, in which a roaring fire burns. A feast is laid out on an elegant linen tablecloth. There are also fine crystal decanters filled with water and wine.\n\nThe guards bow and leave you to dinner ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nEyeing the wine\n\n \"Ach, it aint dwarf mead, but I think we all deserve it tonight, food and sleep\" \n\nWith that the dwarf tucks in, utterly ravishing the food. He speaks again with a full drumstick in his hand and bits of pudding in his beard\n\n \"Ach, this is quality food. I dont think I've dined this well since the night we found the adamantium vein!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" This just raises so many questions for me. So very many indeed. But....just.. \"\n\nShuffling from one foot to the other, the necronmancer sat down and folded his napkin in his lap, and did nothing. Instead he merely stared at his plate with a look of confusion on his face." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy kept quiet for the remanider of the trip after raising his concerns over Linda, focusing on the task of keeping pace on foot. But the telltale lines of suspicion stuck to his face, the orc deep in thought.\n\nWhen the guards finally leave, he speaks up, his voice still weak and raspy, but loud enough to carry,\n\n\" I think it goes without saying that I don't like this. Ever since we went through that shadow forest, things ain't been adding up real good. I mean, the spring raised the dead out'a mourning fer the lost, right? 'Cept we got an extra one, that no one knew but her, speaking some language no one but her knows. I'd wager that between everyone here, it'd take one Hell of an obscure language ta do that. \" He pauses, crossing over to the table to pour some water. He sniffs at it cursorily before clearing his throat with a long drink.\n\n\" If that weren't bad enough, she disappears on us, just HAPPENS ta make it out'a the forest, and just HAPPENS ta drop Sheyra's family's name, despite being 'confused and disoriented.' Interstingly enough, I never knew said name, which leads me ta wonder where she heard it from. Anyone remember explicitly telling her. \" he takes another long drink, scowling.\n\n\" Either way, I don't things are how they look, or how they ought'a be. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nHolding a glass of wine Hajih remarks to Lumpy\n \n\"Nothing about this trip has turned out right, but you have a point, too many coincidences for my tastes. Not to say Linda shouldn't be trusted, just... we should keep an eye on her.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Lumpy... I think in all of this chaos, you might have gotten a bit mixed up. It was Linda who they found, and Linda never died... and Linda speaks Common... \" Achkby offers, frowning. Shaking his head, he edges over to the table, retrieves a small flagon of wine, and sits down, moving a shair so that he can face the rest of the party.\n\n I need to some time to wrap my head about all of this. And Lissa. I'd like to wrap quite a bit about her. Or... no, I'm awful... " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius has been a mostly quiet person since leaving the Underdark. He doesn't seem to have much to say, but's its obvious he's deep in thought, and seems much more sound than before.\n\nHe picks at his food quietly, listening.\n\n \"Speaking of Lissa... where is she now?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby starts guiltily, and glances around him.\n\n\" Er, no one said anything about Lissa, but she's right here, \" he says quickly." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "((Ouch that was a bad typo by me... shouldn't post when I'm sick. Maybe I'll just make him sick too because I am.))\n\n Darius \n \"Linda, sorry, I meant Linda... I'm not feeling too good.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After a good meal and some fine wine, everyone is beginning to feel a bit drowsy. Just then, a pair of guards enter, escorting an elderly, bearded gentleman in a violet robe.\n\n\"Garent!!!\" Sheyra leaps to her feet and runs to the man, hugging him enthusiastically.\n\nThe old man hugs her back, his eyes sparkling with tears of happiness. \"Dearest Sheyra! I didn't know if I would ever see you again!\"\n\nWhen he is released from the young monk's embrace, the old man straightens up and looks at the party with a smile on his face.\n\n\"So these are the intrepid adventurers who saw you through the Underdark! Linda the White has told me about some of your adventures. Truly the stuff of legends! I look forward to hearing more details about the formians and the drow and the illithids and the ... what were they called again, gloamings?\"\n\nSheyra turns back to you, beaming with joy. \"Everyone, this is Garent, my tutor and good friend. Garent, this is ... well, everybody I guess!\" She goes on to introduce each of you by name ...\n\n\"Aeroz, who helped to save me from the Mulhorandi;\n\n\"Darius and Achkby, who joined us on the road from Ingdal's Arm;\n\n\"Lissa and Hajih, who joined us in Velprintalar;\n\n\"Lumpy, whom we rescued (or perhaps he rescued us) in the Underdark;\n\n\"Thokk, the dwarf who refuses to die;\n\n\"the Elthan twins, who call themselves clones , whatever that means;\n\n\"Fizahn, who speaks little, but always speaks wisely;\n\n\"and Callos, who was once a drider, but is now a trusted ally.\n\n\"Without them, I would not be here with you this night. I consider them my family now, now that ...\" Her words trail off and a sad expression darkens her face." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" It truly is an honor, aged one. Any information I may provide I will happily do. Sheyra has saved my bacon enough that I owe this much to her tutor. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, shucks. I didn't really save you....I mean that I had a lot of help...bah, I'll just take the praise. \" Aeroz says contently as he begins to help himself to the food spread out before him." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa has been rather quiet ever since the party entered the Untherite embassy, obviously uncomfortable in such refined surroundings. She asked her friends not to reveal her status as a cleric of Baravar, promising a full explanation as soon as they're in a private place. Occasionally an acquisitive gleam entered her eye at the sight of a particularly fine piece of art or jewelry, only to be replaced by a look of guilt and self-reproach. Nobles! Augh! I just know I'm going to make some awful mistake around Sheyra's family and embarrass her horribly. And all these lovely things... but they belong to Sheyra, dammit! Friends don't rob friends. And Achkby, what's up with him? Does he like me or not? I thought I was pretty clear there. Needless to say, the gnome has been just a bit moody and distracted.\n\nUpon being introduced to Garent, Lissa blushes, grateful that her dusky complexion hides most of the redness in her face. She bows her head respectfully. \"It's an honor to meet you, sir. And Sheyra- um, Lady Sheyra- did a lot in the Underdark too. I owe her a great debt for helping rescue me from a bunch of driders.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Garent warmly greets all of you, thanking you all for aiding Sheyra in her escape from Unther.\n\n\"You must all be excited to reunite with your friend Linda! It was she who suggested sending the rescue party toward the Forest of Lethyr.\n\n\"After you've had a chance to wash up and change into some clean clothing, why don't we all rendezvous in the main hall?\"\n\nThe guards lead you upstairs to the guestrooms. Each of the six bedrooms have two beds each. Each room is simply, but adequately appointed. A clean human-sized robe is laid out neatly on each bed.\n\n\"This building used to be a bath house. There is a mineral pool down the spiral staircase at the end of the hall. You are welcome to bathe there and refresh yourselves if you like.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce he had finished inspecting the room, it took maybe a whole two seconds, Callos realized something. He stank. Badly. How many years had it been since he had had a bath? Too long from what his nose was elling him. With a groan he went to the spiral staircase at the end of the hall and began to descend to the mineral spring. Every step of the way he regretted not taking the chance at bathing at earlier oppertunities." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra and one of the Elthans follows Callos down the stairs.\n\nOnce at the bottom of the stairs, you find yourselves in a large subterranean chamber with vaulted ceilings. A steaming pool lies in the center of the room and there is a mineral tang in the air.\n\nSheyra practically runs to the edge of the pool, tosses her robe aside and dives into the pool, laughing.\n\nThe half-elf averts his eyes and moves toward the far end of the pool. He carefully folds his robe, leaving it within arm's reach as he slowly lowers himself into the steaming water. Elthan's brow is furrowed as though something is bothering him." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Mineral water? If nothing else it should do nothing but good for me Callos thought to himself even as the other two took off into the pool. Sheyra's antics where amusing but the fact that the half-elf looked bothered by something kept Callos from bursting out laughing. So instead with a shake of his head and a wry smile he slipped the robe off and slipped into the hot water up to his ears." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nThe other Elthan, curious and dirty from days of travel, heads down to the baths. He throws off his robes(which he still hasn't replaced) and makes as large of as splash as possible getting in next to Elthan.\n\nSurfacing,\"Well, arn't you full of amusment tonight?You look as though you knew a Shadow- Elthan was following you.\" Relaxing his arms on the edge of the pool, \"So whats on your mind? You've always been observant(a quality that doesn't seem to have been duplicated in myself too well). Is this some obscure detail your pondering or something obvious we should have noticed?\"\n\nEckun slithers to an empty side of the pool, dips his tail in and prepares for a warm nap." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz changes into his his bathrobe and heads to the spring/pool/bath. He takes his robe off and jumps into the bath, letting the warm water soothe his aching bones and muscles.\n\n\" This is almost worth the trip through that damned underdark. \" he mutters quietly." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa follows Sheyra and the Elthans down to the baths, smiling at the steam rising up the stairwell. While she did have a quick wash-up before dinner, nothing beats a long soak in a proper tub. Especially after traveling for so long. At the sight of the huge steaming mineral spring, Lissa's mouth drops open. \"Oh great good gods... this is possibly the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life!\" Studded leather (old habits die hard) and clothing fairly fly off of the grinning gnome. She backs up against one of the walls, then starts running at full speed for the pool. \"WOOOO!! INCOMING!\" At the last moment Lissa leaps into the air, tucks herself into a ball, and lands in the hot water with about as big a splash as a gnome can make. She bobs to the surface, sputtering and laughing." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk steps up to the water, grinning\n\n \"HAHAHA! Ach, I havnt seen one of these in many years, since me clan visited one of the High temples of Moradin. This be the best time to get ride of the dirt, grime, and other things best not mentioned\" \n\nWith that Thokk tosses off all clothing, and with no modesty whatsoever, does a full bellyflop into the water and starts splashing everyone in sight\n\n \"HAHAHA. I feel years younger! What a blessing simple water heated by the good earth can be. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nStill uneasy, Lumpy follows the others down to the springs armed and armored. The sight of the hot water is too much for him to pass up. He prys clasps free eagerly, stacking his plate into a compact pile with practiced ease. Clothed for the moment in only his rough-woven pants, he glances about as if concerned about privacy, before slipping them off and sliding into the pool noisily. This briefest moment of revalation shows his lower body to be scarred similarily to his upper, but vision would be drawn more alarmingly to his left knee, a horrible mismatch of roughly mismatched scar tissue that stood against his dark skin like a beacon. If anything, that was the source of his apparent bashfulness.\n\nOnce in the pool, he relaxes easily, leaning back against it's edge. Making sure one last time that his flail is within easy reach, he lets himself slip deeper into the water, immersing himself." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby's eyes light up at the thought of a bath, and he quickly secured his scroll case other belongings in a room before eagerly seizing a bathrobe.\n I've managed to keep cleaner than most, but magical cleansing is no real substitue for a true bath and a good scrub. \nRealizing that its fluffy whiteness will be swiftly marred by his own perceived grime, he leaves his undershorts on and drapes the robe over his arm, instead.\nAfter a moment of contemplation, he grabs the shadow-cloth he bought from the gloamings, as well.\n\nHe jogs down to the hallway and is about to take the stairs two at a time before realizing that they are twice the size of those he grew up with, and thinks better of it.\n\nWhen he arrives at the bath, he briefly tests the water's temperature with a toe, and, smiling, shucks his undershorts off. Turning to place them next to the clean robe and shodowcloth, he pauses to breathe in the steam and clean air.\n It has been a long time since I have felt safe enough to be nude. I hope some of us will get a chance to spend more time this way... \nHe stifles another grin, and dives headfirst into the pool.\nRelishing the feeling of the warm water swirling around him, he floats underwater for as long as he can manage before surfacing. Shaking the long hair out of his eyes, he frins broadly at everyone, and flips over onto his back to float for a moment. Feeling utterly relaxed for the first time in months, he idly swims over to a shallow spot to rest, all concerns for the future temporarily banished from his mind.\n\n Aahhhhh... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih, Human Ranger \n\nDraped in the fresh robe, Hajih holds his sheathed dagger as he descends the steps to the spring. He folds the robe neatly and places the dagger on top of it before sliding into the spring.\n\nNervously he glances around, looking for any possible exit." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The warm mineral water soothes your knotted muscles and seems to invigorate your tired bodies. Thokk and Lumpy both have fresh wounds (only partially healed by magic) that tingle as they wash themselves clean in the pool, as if the water were a mild astringent.\n\nThere are lanterns in the corners of the room that illuminate the chamber dimly. No one seems particularly self-conscious as the room fills with the sounds of laughter and splashing water.\n\nServants appear, placing trays of chilled water and fruit juice at the edge of the pool for refreshment.\n\n[hr]\nElthan watches as his clone's serpent familiar slithers into the pool.\n\n\"Sethra is close by. In fact, he is likely one of us or has at least been with us through the entire journey through the Underdark.\n\n\"I suspect that he needed us to help him get out of the Underdark alive, but now that we have reached the surface, there is little stopping him from carrying out his plan to eliminate all of Sarloc's descendants.\n\n\"And yet here we are, at perhaps the most critical moment of our journey, cavorting about in a giant bathtub, letting our guard down ...\"\n\nHis voice trails off as he watches the snake swim in lazy circles around the party members.\n\n\"If only I hadn't been forced to give Sarloc's journal to that mind flayer. I had notes in there that might have helped us.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, if ye dont mind me sayin' so, shut the blazes up. This is a time to relax, and ye all know the mind takes just as much of a beatin as yer body. A chance to restore both is very welcome indeed. Besides... \n\nThokk swims a bit closer over to Elthan\n\n \"GOTCHA!\" \n\nWith that, Thokk thougly uses both hands to splash Elthan with as much water as possible and then dive under and swim away\n\n \"Come on little ones, lets teach the big 'uns how to take advantage of this water!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Big 'uns to me! We must protect tall people rights in the bath! \"\n\nThis came from the necromancer standing on the edge of the pool close to Thokk. A wide grin was on his face before he bent his legs and jumped down into the bath in a classic belly splash while bellowing...\n\n\" Attack! \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius heads on down to the baths, stripping off and diving in, and trying to avoid the splashfight as best he can." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy glares at anyone who starts splashing too close to him, trying to enjoy his warm bath in peace.\n\n\" Frankly? All this Sethra business is yer problem I'm just milking this fer what I can get before I find something better ta do. Unless someone wants ta start paying me, 'a course. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The waterfight breaks Elthan out of his funk. The two Elthans start using cantrips to shape the water. The two clones reach out and make contact with their fists ...\n\nOne calls out, \"Shape of a sea serpent!\" A sinuous column of water rises and attacks Callos.\n\nThe other shouts, \"Form of a tidal wave!\" A large wave rises up and crashes onto Lumpy." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn hesitates a while in front of the pool. He looks slightly disturbed when Elthan speaks of Sarloc. Eventually, the promise of the clean, soothing water and the water fight are too much. He takes off his chain shirt and clothes. Looking at them remorsefully; he drops them a distance away from the pool, but brings his dagger all the way to the other side before dropping it. \"Unfair! Rotten magic users!\" He shouts as he runs and does a cannonball into the pool, splashing the Elthans. He resurfaces quickly and begins to splash them, trying to ruin their concentration. \"About that little'uns power, well, it's kinda hard to splash them when you have to tread water in a place they can easily stand.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nSwimming under water he surfaces right infront of an Elthan and splahses him directly in the face\n\n \"Hahaha, got yer ya flithy cheater!\" \n\nThokk continues to splash him full in the face, and readies to dive tackle him if he attempts to cast another spell\n\nOOC: Haha, that should force a few concenration checks!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The water fight swells to truly epic proportions until everyone is soaked and spent.\n\n\"Hrmm. Hrmm.\"\n\nGarent stands by the poolside. A number of servants stand with him carrying your clothes and armor, which have all been magically repaired and cleaned.\n\n\"It is nearly midnight. Shall we retire to the great hall? Mistress Linda is anxious to see you all!\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAlright thouroughly irritated by the water-fight's interruption of his peaceful bath, Lumpy turns to face Garent and the servents. A response dies on his lips as he catches sight of someone handling HIS armor without permission,\n\n\" HEY! \"\n\nHe heaves himself out of the pool, limping naked across the floor to face the servant with his armor, moving to snatch his plate back,\n\n\" That's mine, and I didn't say ya could touch it. Hand it over, now. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nExausted from the water fight, Elthan lazily gets out of the pool and retrieved his robes.\n\nExamining his cloak, he nods and 'hmms' appreciativly, noticing the holes removed and the inbeded dirt removed.\n\"Impressive. I feared I would have to replaced this, thank you.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nHauling himself out of the water and just standing at the edge\n\n \"I pray ye havnt done anything to me robe, tis kind of irreplaceable, unless yer can go to the halls of Moradin and fetch me another. Besides, I be needing some fine steel inbetween me and everything else. Know where I can get some?\" \n\nThokk stands dripping for several more seconds, thinking\n\n \"Ach, thats it! Me sword be needin' a polishin, and I am the only one who can do it. If I could, I need some mineral oils and a fine shammy\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The servants bow and step back quietly, leaving clean white towels at the edge of the pool.\n\nGarent asks Lumpy for forgiveness. \"I should have asked your permission before having your armor repaired and your clothes cleaned. Please accept my apologies.\"\n\nGarent goes on to offer to have your armor and gear returned to your rooms while you enjoy a nightcap with Linda in the great hall.\n\nSheyra climbs out of the pool and quickly covers herself with a towel. Once she has dried off, she slips into pants and a clean tunic, wrapping a sash around her waist.\n\nSmiling at Garent she says, \"It will be good to see Linda again. I'd like to hear how she made it out of the Forest by herself ...\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn exits the pool and grabs his 'short sword.' He quickly slips into his clothes before carefully inspecting his clean gear. I'm not sure I particularly trust Linda right now. He takes his chain shirt from one of the servants and replaces it with his pack. \"That's fine. You can bring my pack up to my room. I prefer to wear my armor.\" Once he has his chain shirt, he slips it on and waits to go meet Linda." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius dons his clothes and armor. He declines Garent and will to dinner with armor on, and his bow strung over his back. He says no more, just steps to he side and waits for the others." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nWhile she participates enthusiastically in the water fight, Lissa doesn't make any moves on Achkby beyond several admiring glances. This really isn't the place, not with so many people around. Maybe I embarrassed him, kissing him in public like that. \n\nUpon seeing her clothes and armor cleaned and repaired, Lissa beams up at Garent. \"Thank you, sir! That was quite thoughtful of you. I wasn't looking forward at all to putting on my dirty clothes after such a lovely bath.\" She grimaces. \"Prestidigitation can only do so much after a while.\" The towel-clad gnome happily dries herself off (using the aforementioned prestidigitation to dry her long hair) and puts on her now-clean and mended clothes. Lissa gives her armor a considering look, then decides to leave it off. I get the feeling that I'll have to put that stuff on again all too soon. Might as well enjoy wearing regular clothes while I can. Now clean, dry and clothed, Lissa sits down on one of the few dry spots in the room to wait for the others." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy sorts through his armor, making sure every piece is still there. He doesn't dress himself in it though, pulling on his familiar pair of pants and leaving it at that. However, he makes no move to return his armor to the servants, snorting belligerantly,\n\n\" I'll keep my things with me. wouldn't want no one digging through it while I'm gone. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I was considering doing something, but had an AP exam today and was spending all of my free time studying. Well, I was on briefly, but with no good mental energy for such an important game as this. :P\n\n Achkby \n\nAchkby, like Lissa, tries to keep his distance, but he can't help sneaking glances at the derobed gnome. Unfortunately, the water is deep enough to keep most of her covered, but he seizes those opportunities presented him.\n She's so attractive... and certinaly attract ed .. but... what will of of this end me in? \n\n[hr]\nAchkby slips into his still-clean robe rather than his own patched clothes, relishing in the unmarred fluffy-whiteness the soft cotton affords him. He asks the servants to take his armor back to his room -- \" And put it right back where you found it! \" Sliding his clothes under one arm, he heads off with the rest to see Linda.\n I don't know how keen I truly am to see Linda once more... she has not been the most morally scrupulous. But I am in no position to pass judgement! " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz exits the pool and puts on armor and clothes.\n\n\" It is so good to have my clothes not smell like my sweat. So, Miss Linda is waiting for us now? \"\n\n Odd...very odd indeed. She was left on the plane of shadow, and I don't think she did follow us. \n\nAeroz then retreives his daggers and reconceals them. He buckes his blade to his belt and pulls a very old and tattered cloak out of his backpack. It is a deep shade of blue and has three faded gold etched symbols, a dagger, a bird and a moon, on the very back of it. He unfolds it and puts it on his shoulders, pulling his hood back." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, Ill head on up to see her, and ask what in the abyss happened to her and the others. Im sure she will want to find out about me as well...\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nClean and dressed, Hajih examines the mithral links of his chain shirt. He shrugs and hands it over to be placed in his room. Grabbing the long dagger, he tucks it in his overcoat.\nWith a smile, he pulls on his hat and says to Garent, \"A nightcap? don't mind if I do.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The mineral bath has done all of you good. You feel fresh and rejuvenated. Even Thokk, Aeroz and Lumpy find that the warm mineral water seems to have accelerated the healing of their wounds.\n\nClean clothes are a luxury that you had almost forgotten about during your stay in the Underdark. Some of you choose to to don your armor - sleek, shiny and freshly repaired.\n\nYou follow Garent upstairs and are led to a pair of large oak doors.\n\nA pair of servants carrying silver trays offers each of you a flute of fine wine as you enter the great hall ...\n\n\nOOC: Here ends the Sea of Starry Night II. We'll meet in the Golden Griffon and get prepared for the Necromancer's Pact VI! " } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman and drow stand side by side as they watch the longboat's lantern recede into the distance.\n\nThe drow removes his plate armor, leaving the pieces stacked neatly on the shore. The lizardman stands motionless, lost in thought.\n\nNeither speaks for a long time.\n\n\nOOC: Both the lizardman and the drow have darkvision. Unless otherwise specified, communication is assumed to be in draconic ... This thread is a \"spin off\" from The Sea of Starry Night II . The OOC thread is here . " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark finally breaks the silence, \"I regret that we are separated from the rest of the group. I vow that I will watch your back to the best of my ability. I will work with you to see that you and Sheyra are brought back together.\"\n\n\"I suggest we try to find food as soon as possible. I can create water magically if necessary.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman doesn't understand the word of what the lone drow says but the calm in his voice and his gestures indicate that he was willing to help find sheyra again.\n\nThe lizardman nods in agreement. He puzzled over Trinark's removal of his armor until he realised that Trinark moved more silently now.\n I will be alone with this darkskin..drow..for much time in this place.... He offered himself as a sacrifice to the squid-thing..... It is as worthy as the others. It CANNOT have been the cause of the one killed \n\nHe comes to a decision and mimics a gesture he had often spied among pinkskins, he hoped the drow would respond. He held a open palm side-ways at waist level and offered it to the drow\n\n \"Together. You and I\" \nHe points with his other hand in the direction of the ferry.\n \"To find Sheyra and our packmates in Tefff-lam\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two accidental companions turn their backs to the Sea and look up at the imposing cliffs that form the semi-circular cove. The carved footholds lead back up to some caves, but the black pudding lies that way, and they are not eager to backtrack.\n\nDark openings along the base of the cliff to the left and to the right indicate additional passages leaving the beach. The opening to the left is large and regular, as if it has been worked. The opening to the right is a narrow triangle and appears to be a natural opening in the rock." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nIn Draconic, \"Well my Lizardkin friend, what should I call you? I don't want to offend.\" \n\nTrinark suveys the cave passages, stroking his chin. \"I suggest we take the smaller of the two, I am hoping you can find some more of those mushrooms. They can sustain us for a little while longer, and I can purify them if we find the poisonous ones. What do you think?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe Lizardkin lowers his offered handshake. Perhaps the drow are unfamiliar with the pinkskin custom.\n\nHe nods as the drow points to the narrower passage.\n \"Agreed. Allow me to look at the ground\" \n\n{OOC: Survival check: looking for tracks and signs of creatures}\n\n \"You may call me Druid or any namesake you wish\" \n\nHe turns his neck to look at the sea in thought.\n \"It might be wise to not leave just yet. There might be fish in the sea.. or beasts may come down to where there is water\" \n\nHe frowns in thought and walks to the water's edge to taste it. He wonders if is freshwater or salty." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman looks carefully at the tracks on the beach. Most were made by his companions on their way to the dock. The other markings are indistinct. It appears that the Glimmersea is subject to the pull of Selune as much as any surface sea, and the tides seem to have erased any signs of previous visitors.\n\nThe lizardman's nose already indicates that the Glimmersea is briny. He tastes the seawater anyway, and confirms that it is salty and undrinkable.\n\nThe two of you consider whether it would be better to wait here by the beach for other passersby or whether you should move on, hoping to find food or another path to the surface. Neither of you have eaten for several days, and you are both beginning to feel weak ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin druid had considered fishing to feed themselves but had reconsiderd it. They were weak enough to begin with and the exertions of swimming and fishing would only wear them out quickly with no guarantee of success.\n\nSecondly, when it came to fish, there was one rule.\n\n If you were bigger, you eat; If you were smaller, you were eaten.. \n\nLooking at the size of the Sea, he had no idea as to what dwelt in its dark depths and the size they grew to. Considering the aberrations that infested this place, it was quite likely they would simply run into more inedible trouble.\n\nShaking his head at having to turn his back to the chance at a meal, Ssathiya folds the net and stows it into his back pack and hoists the backpack and shield tied to it on.\n\nHe marchs to the narrow opening and looks at the drow expectantly." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark watches the Druid silently go through his search for tracks and checking the water. He then follows him over to the smaller entrance and takes the lead.\n\n \"I will lead for now, I believe my vision is a little better than yours.\" Trinark says trying to be friendly. [OOC: Darkvision 120']\n\n[OOC: Trinark will move at a typical pace. If there are any signs of danger, or something edible he will stop. Edible to include moss, lichen, mushrooms...etc.]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHe frowns slightly at this new piece of information but is not surprised. He politely nods to Trinark's smile and moves aside to let him take the lead.\n\nHe stands, a tall silent silhouette against the cliff face staring into the sea of starry night in the direction of the disappeared ferry before looking up at the preternatural night sky.\n\n Semuanya.. may my path return me to the green grass and moonlit sky...soon \n\nHe turns and walks steadily into the shadows unslinging his shield into his left arm.\n\nThe cliffs are silent and empty once more." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two of you are both reasonably comfortable without light, and since neither of you are encumbered with heavy, noisy, metal armor, you both are able to move quickly and relatively silently through the darkness.\n\nYou explore a narrow natural passageway, climbing above, under, and around large natural rock formations. There are signs that this passageway has been used by others before, though no tracks are alarmingly fresh. No doubt others have used this way to get to the ferry in the past.\n\nThe gnawing hunger pains eventually fade into a dull background discomfort. This part of the Underdark seems to be unusually barren.\n\n[hr]\nWith no destination particularly in mind, the two of you meander through the bowels of the Underdark for an indefinite period of time. You stop to rest when tired and drink when thirsty.\n\nAn unknown number of days pass, hours blurring into each other. The two of you are thoroughly lost. You both shrug. What does it matter?\n\n[hr]\nYou are both exhausted and starving. If you don't find food soon, there is a real possibility that you will both die here in the Underdark.\n\nYou have just recently entered a series of vaulted caverns filled with numerous stalactites and stalagmites, hoping to find some edible fungi. Suddenly, the drow halts in his tracks. There is sound and movement ahead. In a few moments, the lizardman can sense it too ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nHearing the movement, Trinark stopped and remained motionless. He glanced left and right judging the distance to the closest cover, probably a stalagmite.\n\n[OOC: DR, if nothing or noone is visible, Trinark with attempt to silently move to the closest cover. If there is something visible, he will attempt to identify it before moving.]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe long hunger and fatigue were wearing Ssathiya down. He talked less with Trinark. Merely nodding or shaking his head and wordlessly following his lead.\n\nSeeing the drow tense and remain still causes him to focus his attention ahead. The sounds of something moving ahead shook him out of his self-reverie. The usually cautious lizardkin was now simply too hungry and too much of a bad mood to simply evade an encounter. He stood there teeth bared,breath quickening with all the signs he was about to fly into a svage fit and butcher whatever lay ahead.\n\n[OOC: I'm fighting shield and claw and if it's a friendly Yoric, you'd better restrain me]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nAs the two heroes remain motionless, the only noise that is heard is the approach os something ahead and the breaths they exhale.\n\nAs the noise gets nearer, the two tense, ready to react." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The footsteps and noises cease.\n\nIt seems that whoever they are, they are aware of your presence as well ...\n\nTense seconds pass in silence and darkness." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark and the lizardman freeze in their positions. They breathe as quietly as possible and strain their ears for any sound.\n\nAfter a long time, they make out the faint scrape of stone against stone. The sound seems to have come from behind them ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian had been standing at the back. He spins around on hearing the sound.\n\n WE're surrounded! Semuanya! We are being hunted. \n\nHis anxiety gives way to a new thought as he braces himself for assault.\n\n Strange. If they have the advantage of position and numbers, What are they waiting for? Why haven't they attacked already? " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark glances behind him to see if he sees anything.\n\n(Assuming he doesn't...)\n\nTrinark will attempt to move silently to the nearest cover, even if he has to crouch. (But he doesn't want to go prone.)\n\n[OOC: DR, do we have weapons ready or not?]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark holds his sword ready. The lizardman is ready to fight with tooth and claw. Both move slowly, cautiously, and silently until they are behind rock formations.\n\nThe stalagmites scattered about the cavern provide cover for both the two of you and the approaching intruder or intruders.\n\nIn the dark, Trinark thinks that he sees a flicker of movement behind one of the stalagmites, but he can't be sure.\n\nThe two of you huddle almost back to back as they peer into the darkness. The tension thickens, like a noose tightening ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHefting his shield, the lizatrdman turns his head to whisper to the drow cleric who stood at his back.\n\n The enemy does not attack! They may not know how many of us there are and may not stike yet. \n \"We are surrounded. All that remains for us is surprise. Your word. We charge back.\" \n \n\nA dire thought comes to him at the end.\n A hunter who gives himself away may be poor or so sure of victory that caution and stealth did not matter any longer \n\nHe frowns at the thought but says nothing. He tenses for Trinark's signal." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nAttempting to sieze the advantage, Trinark will cast Dancing Lights (racial ability). He will select the optional \"Humanoid\" shape. To appear near the entrance to the cavern that Trinark and the Druid entered through. He will have the \"light\" remain stationary for the time being.\n\nTrinark will be ready in case something is revealed or moves when the \"light\" appears." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark turns and casts dancing lights back the way the two of you had come.\n\nFor a moment, three figures are silhouetted against the glow - drow! Apparently, they had circled around and were attempting to sneak up behind you. One waves a hand and the dancing lights are snuffed out.\n\nWith their presence discovered, there apparently is no longer any need for stealth. Footsteps converge on the two of you from ahead and behind.\n\nOne of the three behind you calls out in Undercommon, \"There are only two of them!\"\n\nA voice replies from in front of you, \"Take them alive!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Please make your own initiative rolls. There are three drow warriors in front of you and three drow behind you. Both sets of drow are 30 ft away. Random stalagmites provide 25% cover for everyone. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilia curses. Expecting surprise to be on their advantage, he was dismayed as his partner casted a spell that gave their last advantage away.\n\nHe sprints towards the drow at the back, his shield held before him.\n\n All my fighting spells are used. I will have to fight tooth and claw \n\nOOC: My initiative is 18. My plan is to charge and break through the line of drow at the back and then turn so I can flank them if Trinark is behind me. Once we both can break through, we run for it.EDIT: I obviously choose the path of least AOOs" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n This is going to get ugly very quickly... \n\n[OOC: Init roll 15 + 6 = 21]\n\nIf the Drow have not closed to melee range, Trinark will cast Shield of Faith on himself. Then move toward the Druid.\n\nIf they are too close for safe spellcasting, Trinark will activate Fighting Defensively. He will attack the closest enemy with his Longsword. (+3 to hit.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a fearsome roar, the lizardman charges the three drow to the rear. He hears the thwip, thwip, thwip of hand crossbows discharging, and he feels three small bolts thud into his shield.\n\nA split second later, the lizardman is crashing through the center of their line, dropping the drow warrior in the center to the ground with a single blow of his club.\n\nTrinark follows close on the lizardman's heels, casting a protective spell as he runs. He hears two bolts whiz past him until they strike stalagmites. A third bolt passes close enough for him to feel a thrumming in the air as it just barely misses. Trinark mutters a prayer of thanks to Eilistraee for shielding him and readies his sword.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Trinark casts shield of faith and delays his move to follow the lizardman. The three drow to the rear are unable to overcome the lizardman's charging AC of 20. The lizardman charges and drops a drow warrior with 5 points of damage. The drow from the \"front\" (now the rear) fire at Trinark. Two miss completely, while the third narrowly misses. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiya, Lizardkin Druid \n\nRoaring Semuanya's name, spittle flying from his bared maw, the lizardkiin whirls like a dervish, fighting the two drow remaining upright. Alternating between the two, blocking one's attacks as he swung his club at the other with breakneck speed.\n\nThe drow would not dismiss one of the people so easily again. The words of their pack-leader echoed in him.\n\n There are only two of them... \n Take them alive.. \n\nsnort\n\n Semuanya did not intend his offspring as any kind of prey!..easy or otherwise... \n\nHe snarled as he struck again.\n\nOOC: The description's for style. As i stated, turn around. attack one of them and 'scare' the other until I drop all of them if possible and run off with Trinark. If i'm allowed more than a single attack, as a full round action, I choose to 1 club/ 1 bite attack(secondary)." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Another drow falls under the lizardman's frenzied attacks. The third drow warrior draws his rapier and thrusts desperately, but the lizardman easily deflects the point of the blade off of his shield.\n\nTrinark takes advantage of the drow being distracted to slash him deeply across his back. The drow hisses in agony, then whirls to protect himself, only to be clubbed across the back of the skull by the lizardman.\n\nAnother series of small crossbow bolts streak through the darkness. Trinark and the lizardman take cover behind some stalagmites.\n\nTrinark peeks around the stalagmite and sees the remaining three drow closing in on his and the lizardman's position. Two of them carry bucklers and have rapiers held ready. The one in the center wears a sergeant's insignia and is wielding a spiked chain. Due to the close quarters, he is holding the chain close to its two ends, which are being whirling gently and skillfully.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat continues ...\n\n Round 2 : The lizardman kills a second drow. Trinark flanks and slashes the third drow. The other set of drow move and reload.\n\n Round 3 : The lizardman finishes off the third drow. Trinark fights defensively. Three more bolts are fired but miss. The three remaining drow draw their melee weapons and move. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\n\" Be careful my Druid friend, I don't have an offensive spells available at the moment. Now would be a very bad time to take a dirt-nap.\" Trinark is unable to surpress a smirk.\n\nTrinark maintains his defensive fighting style, staying close to the Druid and looking for an opening to strike.\n\n[OOC: Trinark keeps up his previous tactic of fighting defensively. He will take advantage of a flank if the opportunity presents itself.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The three drow close in cautiously, seeing the fate of the rest of their squad. Two soldiers attempt to flank the lizardman, while the sergeant stays back, whirling his spiked chain overhead.\n\nThe lizardman shifts his position, stacking the two drow skirmishers. The closest drow attempts to parry the lizardman's attacks with his rapier as best he can, but he doesn't seem to be trying to counterattack for some reason. The sergeant's chain whips over the skirmisher's head and harries the lizardman unpredicatably.\n\nTrinark, meanwhile, stays behind the lizardman and waits for an opening. He sees the sergeant switch to a one-handed grip on the chain. The sergeant's free hand makes a series of quick movements.\n\nToo late Trinark recognizes the trap. A flurry of small bolts explodes from the left flank. At least two bolts strike both the lizardman and Trinark. The lizardman roars in fury, but within seconds, the drow poison begins to take effect and both the lizardman and Trinark slump to the ground.\n\nAs their consciousness begins to fade, they look up toward the ceiling as roughly a dozen drow encircle them. The sergeant coils his spiked chain carefully and the other drow reload their hand crossbows.\n\n Their voices sound muffled as if they are speaking underwater and you can't help wondering ... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Time passes ...\n\nYou are aware of gentle rocking and the sound of boots marching on stone ...\n\nMore time passes ...\n\n[hr]\nYou regain consciousness slowly, and find yourself lying on cold natural stone. Sitting up, you realize that you are chained by the neck to a number of other humanoids.\n\nA single dim lantern casts a purplish glow over the cavern. Fifteen drow warriors are scattered about the cave. Some are watching the exits. Others are gathered near the lantern, sitting on a number of sturdy wooden chests, chatting and eating.\n\nTwo dozen grimlocks, who have been acting as porters, huddle together in a separate group.\n\nSome of the other prisoners are awake, others are either sleeping or still unconscious. Sitting on the ground near you is a small cage that contains some kind of lizard. A pot full of water has been placed in the center of your group, along with some pieces of bread." }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": " Gnoll way out \n\nThe large Hyena headed humanoid wakes slowly and groggly, then takes in the situation. With a look at bread, he exhales a gutteral kufaw, and turns to look at whoever is next to him on the chain gang, right and left. Which one of these other clowns looks the most edible \n \"Does anyone know if we lost or won?\" he asks loudly." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Somber-Looking Human \n\nA battered-looking human male, brown-haired and of a medium build, sits in the underground twilight on the gnoll's left. He grins wryly. \"I'd say we lost,\" he murmurs out the side of his mouth, \"as it's more'n passin' unusual for the winners to wind up in chains.\"\n\nHe sighs inwardly. In retrospect, the Underdark was perhaps not the best place for a man of his talents. Still, he and the rest of the Silver Hand had very nearly made it back to the surface with the gear and baubles they'd found in Auzergrym's lair when the drow had hit them. The others would probably be here with him now if one of those thrice-damned-by-Beshaba crossbow bolts hadn't hit Thauvan's wand and snapped it, blowing the rest of the Silver Hand and half the darklings straight to the Nine Hells. Scorched, blinded and alone, he'd summarily been hit by no less than four crossbow bolts before sinking to the ground with their subtle posion running in his veins.\n\nAnd so here he was. He notes the latest additions to their sorry little cabal -- a reptilian humanoid and, Lady Luck smile, another drow. No real surprise there -- the dark elves were nearly as well known for their capriciousnes as their viciousness. He whispers carefully to the new faces.\n\n\"Hoi, down the line. Be yerselves 'wake?\"" }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " human male \nDescription: this man stands nearly six feet tall, with curly dark hair, blue eyes, and sun-tanned olive skin.\n\n Well then. Let's survey the damages...Tools? Weapons? Fellow Harpers? Torri? \n\nThe man subtly checks himself and his surroundings out, looking for anyone he recognizes, for his pet, and for where they're keeping his belongings.\nIf he sees any comrades, he'll get their attention with a slight nod or wink." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Lizard \n Damn it. DAMN IT! the lizard cried telepathically. It had just been knawing at the lock in a futile attempt to break it, and had finally given up in frustration, pacing around its cage, momentarily taking pause to smash it's body against the bars every so often again trying to break them. It had been doing the same thing every few hours or so after it had recuperated from the last bout, but was now so weakened and exhausted by its previous attempts that any chance to succeed was most definitely now gone.\n\n After a short while, after it had finally lay down on the floor of his cage, it noticed that someone new had come in. Opening a single eye, it watched as the newcomers came in. His stomach began to grumble at the same time, and as he shifted uncomfortably he asked the new lizard-human telepathically, Hey, you, new guy! Hand me some bread! " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Blue-haired elf in elaborate, if dusty, blue robes \n\nThe elf ended his meditative trance when he sensed his fellow captives begin to stir into wakefulness.\n\nHe looked down again at his filthy hands and dirty robes and shook his head sorrowfully. He reached up with one hand and felt the iron band surrounding his neck, and the chain that ran through the ring at the front of it. And not a thing he could do about it...\n\n To human Hell with that thug Rafaros thought the elf, picturing the rogue who barged into the bathhouse and shackled him while he was totally unarmed. I should have known he was traffiking in slavery! It was poor planning indeed to have crossed him. \n\nFor the umpteenth time, he looked over toward the grimlock porters. He tried to spot his haversack among the gear and supplies the creatures were responsible for. The sack was in the pile somewhere - he had seen Rafaros's thug hand it over when the drow slaver bought him. The human and drow had spoken in undercommon, which the elf didn't know, but he was pretty sure the cursed rogue had talked up his wizardly status to make him sound as valuable as possible.\n\nHe noted that among the new members of his chain gang were a gnoll, a pair of battered looking humans, some sort of lizard man, and a drow, of all things! The gnoll and the nearer human conversed among themselves, so he assumed they were already acquainted with each other. The human then called out to the chain gang in general, he assumed. Were all the new prisoners from an adventuring party together?\n\n \"I'm awake, fellow prisoner. And you're wise keeping your voice low,\" whispered the elf. He took a quick head count, wondering how many people were in this lineup, and how many were newcomers." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark slowly clawed his way back to consciousness, which was a slow and agonizing process. And when he suddenly realized where he was and what happened, he to wanted to be unconscious again.\n\n NO! Dammit not again! \n\nHe gripped the chain dangling from the collar around his neck. His knuckles bulged in the grip. \"NO!\" he howled at the top of his lungs.\n\nTrinark dropped the chain, and began pounding his fist on the stone floor. His shoulders begin shaking as he can't hold back the tears and grief any longer. \"Its not fair!\" He collapses to the floor, rolling on to his side. His sobs lapse into a soft moaning." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Lizard \n\n The caged lizard jumps as Trinark cries out and suddenly starts sobbing, and is not very pleased. Damn Drow... Too busy pitying itself to do something about its situation... Suddenly, the tiny beast lets out a great deafening roar at the top of its lungs with quite surprising volume for a creature of its size from its cage, not only in disgust at the Drow's sobbing out of self-pity and cowardice, but also in its frustration at being trapped itself, his hatred towards his captors, and everything else he had been unable to release while trapped in its cage.\n\n Suddenly feeling a sweeping wave of relief at releasing its pent of feelings, it growled triumphantly, and now set about sensibly trying to unlock the door of its cage, threading its long tail (which was actually twice as long as its body once uncurled) through the bars and using the tip of its... was that a stinger? as a lockpick.\n\n(Open Lock check, please)" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Blue-haired elf in elaborate, if dusty, blue robes \n\nThe elf watches the drow suspiciously as it pounds its fists on the cold stone beneath them.\n\nHe runs through his mind the list of spells he has prepared which do not require material components. It occurs to him that some other spells of his require rudimentary components that he might be able to find while captive. I must keep my eyes open for soot, iron powder, salt... oh yes, and any kind of wing feather. He scans the group to see if anyone has feathers adorning any of their clothing.\n\n No sense starving he reasoned, and reached out for some bread and water. The bread was hearty, though a bit stale. The water was potable, at least.\n\nSeeing the condition of his fellow prisoners, he surmised that he might just be the only uninjured and undrugged one. There was a human between him and the gnoll, so he offered a piece of bread to the man.\n\n \"Here, you look like you could use this,\" he whispered. \"My name is Thallios.\" Thallios pronounced his name with a soft 'th', as in the word 'worthy'." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Female Human \n(OOC: She's fairly tall, with long, though orderly, brown hair held back with a headband. She has striking green eyes and a determined look on her face.)\n\nThe human opens one eye when the newcomers stir, then the other. She eyes the drow with some distaste, and the lizard man with some interest. Looking around the room, figures out who's new and who's not, and quickly counts the guards.\n\nShe turns to Thallios, on her right, and says, \"Hand some over here.\" \n\nTo the drow, she whispers, \"Shut up, you crybaby. Do you want to draw the guards' attention on all of us? They don't like whiners, as you'll quickly learn if you keep up that nonsense. You're a prisoner; get used to it.\" \n\nShe gives the little lizard an appraising look, then looks for anything that can be used to subtly pick a lock." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe eyes of the supine lizardkin snap open. Orbs of inky blackness swim in his vision. A throb in his head does not improve matters...\n\nHe is still hungry.\n\nThe druid'ss pupils narrow into slits in the dim light. He swallows to clear a dry throat and discovers a binding around his neck. He moves a hand up to touch and examine the binding and realises he was in chains. A Druid of the people in chains like some beast.\n\nThe cold fury that gripped him was like a splash of cold water which shook him into full wakefulness. He sat up and looked at the surroundings.\nNoting some other prisoners, his attention was on the drow guards and grimlock porters. Ssathiya's eyes narrowed as he silently vowed that the drow would painfully learn the folly of chaining a lizardkin. whatever their ability, they were yet another breed of pinkskin and the audacity of these lesser creatures to chain one of his ilk. Children of Semuanya. Bloodkin of the Dragons themselves. His nostrils flared and the spines on his back and neck grew erect.\n\nThe growl of his stomach presses his mind to more urgent matters however and he sniffs around before reaching for the bread but not the water.Sniffing it carefully, he ventures a lick before deciding it was safe to consume. The taste of stale bread did little to improve his mood howver and he found himself craving for meat. His eyes lit upon the dog-man in chain and he remembered how the one he killed had tasted. Tough and stringy but certainly more fulfilling than the bread he forced himself to chew and swallow.\n\nHe returns to studying the guards and surroundings as he moves over to Trinark and sits beside him. Rapt in thought, he did not notice the nudging in his mind or that Trinark was crying and shaking until an outburst from him drew his full attention.\n\nMomentarily taken aback, he asks,\n \"Are you in pain? where is your wound?\" " }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": "The Gnoll looks at the caged lizard appraisingly. Turning to the human next to him, he asks \"Do you think that lizard is meant to be food for those of us who don't eat bread? I could split him between the lizard man and myself.\" " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Lizard \n I'd like to see you try, runt, came the quick reply from the tiny lizard who, upon hearing the Gnoll's suggestion, took a momentary pause from its efforts to unlock its cage to turn its head, glaring and growling at the dog-faced humanoid menacingly. Damn arrogant tallfolk... Think that anything that doesn't have freakishly long legs is good for only one thing, and that's for food... it thought as it resumed its work with a final snarl. Realizing it still hadn't recieved its food, it called telepathically to the lizard-human (whatever it was, it was a reptile and hopefully more likely to be a friend). I thought I told you to get me some bread! Do you need me to show you how, or what? it snapped, as, despite releasing much of its tension in its roar, it was by no means in any sort of a good mood." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Somber-Looking Human \n\nHe accepts the bread with a nod and a strained smile, still keeping his voice low.\n\n\"Tychus Helder. I don't suppose you're a spellcaster, friend? I've a scant few in my repertoire that don't require some sort of focus or component, but they've not bound our hands, so we might be able to use that to our advantage.\"\n\nHe consumes the bread ravenously, taking the edge off of his hunger, and grins wryly once more after he's swallowed the last of it.\n\n\"Much as I'm appreciating the hospitality of our darkling hosts, I'd say our chances of making it out alive are much better if we make a break for it before we have more guards to contend with.\"" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n \"Ill met, I'm afraid, Tychus Helder. Aye, it is true I'm a wizard.\" Thallios looked around to be sure none of their captors were within earshot before he lowered his voice even further. \"I have a handful of spells that I can cast, but those alone won't free more than myself. Unless I could get my hands on a bit of powdered iron... then maybe. Of course, freedom from these chains and escaping alive are two different things. And the grimlocks have my gear, and possibly yours as well.\" \n\nThallios looked over to the striking human female, and nodded with a grim smile. He reached out a hunk of the bread to her. She was here before the others, but he hadn't learned her story yet. As he reached, he looked over to the guards again, to see if they had deviated in any way from their routine.\n\n \"Their numbers are thinnest when they send off a team to collect more slaves,\" he added in a poor attempt at gallows humor.\n\nHearing the gnoll's question about the strange lizard with the stinger for a tail, Thallios reflected that he had wondered the same thing the first time he saw the caged creature. But it most certainly is not meant for food, he was now sure." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A couple of humans, an elf, a telepathic lizard with a chip on its shoulder, a grouchy gnoll, an emotional dark elf, and a racist lizardman - all find themselves sharing an undetermined fate as captives of the drow.\n\nThe lizard uses its tail to fiddle with the lock to its cage, but the drow workmanship is of high quality and is difficult to pick.\n\nMeanwhile, the green-eyed human and the elf examine their surroundings for objects or materials that might be useful. Unfortunately, the stone floor is bare. Most of your possessions appear to either be lying next to the grimlocks or perhaps contained in the chests surrounding the lantern.\n\nSome of junior drow soldiers turn their heads to look at the crying drow captive, but most of the drow ignore the emotional outburst, and continue to eat and quietly chat. After a while, the lantern is turned down to just a minimal glow, and most of the drow settle down for a rest period.\n\nYou have little to do but eat the bread and water provided to you and get to know your fellow captives. The more observant of you notice that small groups of six drow routinely leave and arrive in the cavern, presumably scouts or rotating guards." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus Helder \n\nTychus watches the guards carefully, looking hard for clues as to which one of them might be carrying the keys that would free them from the bindings around their necks.\n\n\"I'm thinking,\" he says quietly to Thallios, \"that 'tis better to die in freedom than under the lash, or rent apart in some arena for sport. If we can determine which of the guards is carrying the keys that will unlock these chains, I may be able to conjure them over here. The spellcasting does make significant noise, so we'd have to make some manner of distraction.\"\n\nHe frowns. \"Or mayhap I could charm one of the guards into giving us the keys and looking the other way while we bolt. Still, that's requiring a distraction. Have you a better idea, friend?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nAfter some sniffing and examination of his drow packmate, the druid determines that the drow was not crying from pain but merely crying like a hatchling that had its tail badly trodden on.\n\nPuzzled he wondered, why he would do so. The drow had certainly proved a fierce fighter and no coward many times. Remembering that he had been left by others of his breed for the spider-abominations, he wondered if the ordeal of being an outcast among drow was truly painful. It still disgusted him mildly. He resolved to wait a little longer before hitting him repeatedly to stop his crying.\n\nIt was not improving his headache or the throbbing. As he relaxed his mind and massaged his temple he was startled to hear a voice. Remaining seated by the drow he twists around to the seeming source of it. Frowning at the intrusion of his mind he leans down until he is level to peer into the cage.\n\nHe immediately recognises the creature within as some kind of tiny dragon. Eyes opening wide in surprise, he bows his head a little and formulates a reply.\n\n \"Greetings. I am unfamiliar with the customs of your kin, kin-of-mine. How may I respectfully speak to you.\" \nHe pushed the thought in draconic towards the creature.\nHe sensed its frustration at being trapped and softened his features. He ran a clawed hand on the chain that chaffed at his neck. At the repeated urging, he will tear bits of bread and push them into the cage and examine the cage itself." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios frowned wryly at the human's typical impatience. Not that he wanted to be a drow prisoner any longer than necessary - but.\n\n \"I agree, Tychus Helder; however, that doesn't mean we should throw all caution to the winds. As far as charming a guard goes, try to remember that all elves, even drow , are resistant to such enchantments.\" \n\nWatching another handful of drow go out on some kind of patrol, Thallios decided to watch carefully and see if the same drow return or if it is a different group.\n EDIT: (Spot +2) \n\nThallios clapped his hands together once, loudly. The drow didn't seem to take any particular notice. \"Well, they really don't seem to care what kind of noise we make. I suppose we can have a proper conversation.\"\n\n\"I think we need to have a better idea what our assets are before we move. I'm a wizard, though a young one, and I can also swing a rapier when I must and let loose the occasional arrow. I was sold to the drow by an unsavory human merchant; a fat thug named Rafaros.\" Looking at Tychus, he continued, \"You, too, appear to have some spellcasting abilities but I don't know anything about our female friend here.\" he concluded, looking over at the tall green-eyed woman to his left." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Human Female \n\nThe green-eyed woman thanks Thallios for the bread. \"No, I don't have any spellcasting ability. My talents lie in other directions, the kind that are excellent for getting you on the wrong side of the law.\" She smiles briefly and knowingly.\n\n \"However, if there was some way I could find a lock-pick, and if there was some way I could make sure the guards didn't notice us, I could spirit you away one by one. Of course, the guards would probably punish the rest of you for my actions, but that's the risk you take. I'm also a good climber, so if we escape with our equipment, we could presumably get out of the Underdark that way. I also have a way with animals. They've always liked me. And I'm very knowledgeable about the Sea of Fallen Stars coastal regions.\" She looks at the lantern.\n\n \"If I managed to get my equipment back, I could excercise my talents more freely. However, working with what we have now...\" She leaves it at that.\n\n \"I'm Ginevra, by the way.\" \n\nShe studies the rotating guards, trying to recognise the cycle of when they leave and come back, and trying to get a better idea of how many there are total. She also listens to the drows' hushed conversation, trying to figure out their plans for her and her fellow captives. (Listen modifier +6)" }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Lizard \n\n The lizard growled approvingly, munching contentedly on the bread. It didn't know what exactly the lizard-human was saying, but it recognized the language the reptile was using as the language of his larger relatives, Draconic, as one of its former masters had tried in vain to teach it to it way back when, and also was quite pleased to note the respectful tone the lizard-human was using. Feeling much better after the bread, it turned back to his benefactor. Thank you very much for the bread, friend, but I regretfully don't speak Draconic. Could you repeat yourself in common-speech? he said as politely as he could, trying carefully not to say or do anything that might offend this possible ally.\n\n It also added, after listening to the she-human speak, If you wish, you may use my tail stinger as a lockpick. It's not the best, but I would think it would work fine anyhow. It extended its tail towards the she-human in offering, letting it fall limp to her touch to allow her to weild it more efficiently." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe man slaps his own forehead. \"Tears of the Lady!...you are right, of course, my friend.\" He returns the wry expression. \"As you may have gathered, I am eager to be out of this place, certain.\" He nods to the woman seated next to the wizard. \"I am a poet of some talent, lady, and there is magic in my words; if you manage to procure a lockpick of some sort, I may be able to render you some assistance.\"" }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": " Bah, why is it the weaker you are the more you talk? Hargut thinks to himself, then he grabs the collar and chain and puts all his effort into breaking it." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman's brow knit together as the little dragon admits to not knowing draconic and instead requests the common tongue. He wonders how this came to be so.\n\n \"Greetings kin-of-mine. Distant our bond may be but recognise you as some kind of dragon, I do. A scaled creature of intelligence. If I may aid you, little brother...\" \n\nHe formulates the words slowly in common, in his mind. Not wishing any of the common speaking races to overhear him, he did not speak them out and pushed them mentally at the little reptile.\n\nHe leaves the words hanging and inclines his head slightly before twisting back to an upright sitting position beside his packmate. Glancing at the emotionally overcome drow, he studies the surroundings in detail, the drow guards, the other creatures that served them and the prisoners. When he was done physically studying them, he hunched his kness up and hung his hands in the dark shadow in betwedd them. Hanging his head, he quickly starting muttering the words to the spell that would allow him to see the suras of magic. His eyes glow faintly as the spell completes and he raises his head and looks around for significant sources of magic.\n\nIn the little time he had spent with his drow companion, he had found out that the drow embraced corruptive magic far worse than the surface pinkskins." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The cavern is quiet as the drow observe a rest period, meditating in seated or kneeling ( seiza ) positions.\n\nAs Tychus observes the drow, he decides that it is likely that the key (or keys) to the chains are likely held by one of the officers, rather than by the \"regular\" drow soldiers. As he watches the drow interact with each other, it would appear that there are two or three sergeant-level leaders under a higher grade lieutenant or captain.\n\nThallios observes that when one set of six soldiers returns, a different set leaves. He calculates that this unit is probably composed of four squads, each containing five drow soldiers and a sergeant. The entire unit appears to be led by a single commander, who does not go out on \"patrol\" with the squads. At all times, at least one squad is out on patrol and another is responsible for securing the perimeter of the cave.\n\nGinevra uses the lizard's tail/stinger as a makeshift lockpick and attempts to unlock its cage. She mutters under her breath as the drow device stubbornly remains locked.\n\nThe gnoll growls as he worries his own collar, trying to rip it apart with his bare hands.\n\nMeanwhile the lizardman scans the area for magical auras. The packages by the grimlocks and the chests near the drow apparently contain magical items (many of which were likely taken from the prisoners). The lizardman is surprised to note that Ginevra radiates a faint magical aura as well." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"Thank you for your help, little lizard,\" says the green-eyed woman absently after trying to unlock the cage. She then rambles off into a stream of curses.\n\nWhen she is finished expressing her frustration, she says, \"However, it is likely that even with Tychus's help, I would not be able to free myself before I was noticed. If, however, some sort of diversion were to occur, I might be able to free myself and escape, and I could come back to free more of you later. From what I little I know of the drow, though, they may well punish you for my escape. I don't know.\n\"What I do know is that I was traveling with two capable, strong companions before I was captured. I think they were able to escape, and if they were, they will probably try to rescue me. One can cast spells, the other is a capable fighter. I hope for their help soon, but I don't know how they would find this prison. I don't even know most of the way here, I only woke up just before they brought me in here.\" \n\nShe studies the drow. \"From what I can tell, there's only twenty-five drow. I don't know if any of them can cast spells. My companions might be able to deal with one patrol at a time.\" " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Lizard \n This one must be smarter than the rest to recognize a dragon when it sees one and give it the proper respect, the lizard concluded. I thank you for your kind offer, but as this she-human is now working on freeing me from my cage, I would suppose that the best help you could give me, if you wish to do so, would be to watch out for her and make sure she is protected while she picks this damned lock. the tiny lizard suggested, more confident now but still cautious with its words. It continues to let its tail hang limp in the she-human's hands." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Human male \n\nDeciding it's time to speak up, Andrea introduces himself,\n\" Well you all seem friendly enough - mind if I chime in?\nI'm Andrea, and I can handle creating a distraction, if you think you can get us free from these bonds. Still, these dark elves are smart (smarter than all of us, by the looks of it...), and they won't be fooled by my simple tricks for long... \n\n\nAlso, Andrea looks to see if we're chained as a group to the ground or wall, or if we're only chained to each other." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It appears that you are chained to each other (except for the tiny lizard who has been locked up in a small cage). As a group, you are not affixed to the ground.\n\nYou have been left in the center of the cave, roughly equidistant from any of the cave walls, which lie approximately 100 ft away in any direction." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nAfter a period of self pity, Trinark reaches deep down inside again and summons inner strength. He takes a few moments to calm his breathing and pull himself together.\n\nHe pushes himself into a kneeling position, scrubbing the tears away with the heels of his hands. Glancing around his immediate area he notices the bread and water nearby. Turning to his Druidic companion, \"Give me a few moments, they we can talk about our predicament\" he murmurs in Draconic.\n\nTrinark crawls over and breaks off a hunk of bread, gulping it down quickly. He follows it with a long draught of water.\n\n[OOC: DR, Trinark will begin observing the Drow trying to hear any of their conversations or look to see if they are using Drow Sign Language.]" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios watched Ginevra attempt to pick a lock with nothing but a lizard tail. She must be a crafty operator indeed if she can open a lock like that. He decided not to interfere - she would need all the concentration she could get.\n\nThe other human introduced himself as Andrea, and from the look of him, he was some kind of fighter-type. It reassured Thallios to know that the melee specialists like Andrea and the clearly agitated gnoll were ready to take action. \"Andrea, I'm glad to know you. We may have to make our move soon, if an opportunity presents itself. I know not how long we'll be in this cavern before moving on, and our next destination could well be a drow city. Then again, perhaps an opportunity will arise while we march.\" \n\nThallios looks closely at the packages near the grimlocks to see if anything was laying unattended that might be useful to the lockpicking woman. If it was within 45 feet, he could perhaps retrieve it with a simple cantrip. He also keeps his eyes open for any drow gear that might be temporarily unattended. Perhaps some unthinking drow mage had abandoned his spell components...\n\n[ooc] yeah, right! [/ooc]" }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": "ooc: can a ranger use survival to detect how far underground he is? if not, he'll try to figure out which way is North.\n\nAndrea squints, scrutinizing the rock around them in all directions. Then he scrunches his face and rolls back his eyes as if trying to remember something.\n\nsurvival: 2 + 8 = 10" }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard grimaces and tugs at the binding around his neck absently.\n\n\"I'm not seeing a way clear to snag the keys from whoever they've got in charge; you'd think he'd have to sleep sometime, na? Or as close as elves come to it, at least,\" he amends.\n\nHe frowns for a while, lost in thought, then looks up.\n\n\"It's something of a long shot,\" he says, \"but I might use the magic of my poetry to hold our captors' attention, then get one of them to unlock our bonds. It's not bound to be easy -- it's usually harder to do with elves, y'see -- but it is a thought.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"That's a good idea, Tychus,\" she says. And if there was any way you could quietly help me pick this accursed lock, I would appreciate your doing it.\" \n(OOC: Unlock, unlock, unlock the annoyingly well-made and secure chains... ;) If Tychus can help, she keeps trying to open the lock. If he can't, she tries once more, then gives the lizard back its tail. Ginevra also looks around to see if there are any other life forms in the cave, and she studies the collars to see if they have an ordinary lock or appear to be solid iron, i.e. they open and close by magic.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n I wouldn't call her human \nis the thought that echoes back to the little lizard in the cage from the lizardkin druid.\nTurning his back on the other prisoners and sitting away from the gnoll and magical human, the lizardkin studies his drow friend before sighing. He nudges him and imparts what he believs are priorities.\n\n \n\"Eat. Rest. Strange but we could not be safer for now\"\n \n\nHe flops belly down, protecting his softer abdomen and underside and rests.\nOOC: Rest and recover hp and spells" }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": " Gnoll rest for the wicked \n \"Bah! the gnoll exclaims as he gives up trying to break his bonds and instead trys to wiggle out of them." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe man shakes his head, grinning ruefully. \"'Fraid not; like most of those of my profession, my only real skills hinge on making a lot of noise.\" His grin fades as he settles down to staring at the small lizard in his cage. \"I wonder,\" he says softly, looking to the struggling gnoll. Surely the lock on a cage of that size couldn't be that difficult to break... But no, there would be little use in trying to convince that one of anything. Instead, he looks to the lizardman.\n\nHe leans over, speaking to the reptilian humanoid and speaking clearly. \"Can you understand my words, friend?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Tychus attempts to engage the lizardman in conversation, Trinark peers intently at the drow soldiers.\n\nHe recognizes their insignia, which indicate that this platoon is based out of Undrek'Thoz, the Segmented City (specifically from Phaundakulzan).\n\nThe scattered words he can overhear suggest that the entire group is moving toward Phaudakulzan, where the prisoners will presumably be sold as slaves.\n\nThere is particular interest in selling the gnoll and the lizardman to the Thayans that live above Undrek'Thoz.\n\n[hr]\nBeads of sweat break out on Ginevra's brow as she continues to work on the lock to the lizard's cage. After an hour of work, the lock finally turns with a soft snick .\n\nShe quickly looks around, but none of the drow seem to have been paying attention to her activities. Most of the drow continue to kneel, eyes closed in meditation." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Dragon \n\n The tiny dragon stares in disbelief as the door of his cage, which he had just nudged experimentally with his nose, swung open with a quiet squeak. I... I'm... free! I'm free ! the small lizard exclaimed telepathically to the she-human and lizard-human, so far the only proven allies that he cared to tell. Flapping his wings experimentally, he almost shouted a triumphant roar when he suddenly realized just where he was.\n\n Looking around cautiously, his ears pricked for the slightest sign of Drow coming (Spot +5, Listen +7, if he hears/sees Drow coming he will try and blend into the shadows near the wall with Hide +20 and Move Silently +10), the tiny creature crept towards the lizard-human after a moment of consideration between who of his two 'allies' to choose, deciding in the end on the burly lizard-human simply for its strength. Sure, the she-human could pick a lock pretty well, but she looked much to scrawny to be worth much in a fight, and the consequences for lacking a strong ally were now quite clear the tiny dragon thanks to these Drow. Flapping his wings as quietly as he could, he flew to the lizard-human's side and began fiddling with the lock, quite anxious to get out of here and often pausing to look around at what he thought was a noise behind him." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe blue-haired elf stared, mouth agape. She... DID it! He was, as he found himself increasingly often, amazed at what humans could do in adverse situations.\n\nWell, things were in motion for better or ill. Now that the little dragon was free and capable of sneaking about - and possibly even retrieving weapons, magic items or spell components - perhaps this was the right time for the 'distraction' Tychus Helder and Ginevra had both expressed a wish for. But will the diminutive winged lizard be willing to help the rest of the prisoners? he wondered.\n\n \"Ginevra,\" he began quietly, nudging Tychus Helder and Andrea to get their attention as well, \"you've talked to the creature. Do you think the little... dragon... could be convinced to retrieve gear? Like a proper lockpick, or spell components, or weapons?\" \n\nThallios looked pointedly at the other non-humans before continuing. \"We could stage a confrontation between prisoners as a cover for it's activities.\" " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nDistracted by Ginevra's sudden success, Tychus nods to the elf. \"I believe that could be arranged, if the fellow in question is willing to help us out.\" He grins widely, with the first honest humor he's displayed since finding himself bound by the drow. \"Always hated you damned pointy-ears, mucking about in everyone's business, looking down your noses at all of us, someone ought to teach you a lesson, so on, so forth, and forthwith.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nThe green-eyed woman looks at Thallios.\n\n \"I don't know. It'll probably be willing to get some of our stuff, but I don't know how much it'd be able to get us without being noticed. Most of the drow are sleeping, such as it is, but all drow are alert and watchful. I don't think the... dragon... would be able to remove anything from a chest unnoticed, but if spell components or something like that were lying on the ground, the dragon could probably retrieve them for us.\" \n Little one, can you hear me? She thinks this as loud as she can, staring at the little dragon. If we could distract the drow, could you try to retrieve some of our equipment for us? If you could retrieve spell components or lockpicks, more of us could be freed. She pauses. Also, what is your name? Even when I was little, I never enjoyed being called 'little one'. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your group remains chained together and isolated in the center of the cave, so the walls are too far away (100 ft) in all directions to provide much cover, but Ginevra tries to keep the small, now-empty cage behind her back so that the tiny dragon's escape won't be noticed.\n\nThe little winged lizard creeps over and hides in the lizardman's shadow and begins working on his lock. The lizardman opens his eyes briefly, takes in the situation, then closes his eyes again, breathing slowly and deeply so as not to alert the drow that anything special is happening.\n\n[hr]\nSome of the meditating drow begin to stir. A whispered conversation takes place near the dim lantern, then three drow stand and begin to walk toward your group.\n\nOne is a drow sergeant who carries a spiked chain coiled over his shoulders. The other two are drow soldiers from his squad, who **** and load their hand crossbows as they approach.\n\n\n\nOOC: The three drow are approximately 60 ft away ... " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Tiny Dragon \n I am Yix. I-- the little dragon's answer to the she-human's question is cut short he notices as the Drows' approach. He immediately gives up trying to unlock the lizard-human's chain and jumps down to the floor, moving quickly to its cage and closing the door as quietly as he can behind him with his tail. (Move Silently +10)" }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": "Unable to wriggle out of the collar, Hargut yells at the approaching drow. Hey, I am getting a cramp here, and my fur is getting rubbed off, you guys got any lotion?\" " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard's face turns grim as he notices the three drow on their way over. \"Hold, we're havin' visitors,\" he hisses. \"Friend Thallios, I hope you've whatever spells you can cast ready; I'm not sure what they're wantin' with us.\"\n\nHe sits back and runs through the few spells he can still cast, holding them at the back of his mind, poised and waiting to coil forth on the approaching drow." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nThe Harper, on seeing the captors angry approach, makes a quick stab at appeasement. In a moment of surprising calm and focus, he speaks to their arrogance and business sense ( not their mercy...):\n\n\" Most incomprehensibly graceful masters, surely we are less than no threat to you under the best of circumstances. How might we best help ensure that we're delivered to our our destination in the best possible condition to serve? \n\nDiplomacy: 18 + 12 = 30" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe blue-robed elf saw the approaching drow and considered the potential threat. Drow armed with crossbows. If they approach closely, then they don't anticipate real trouble. When the archers maintain distance is when you really have to worry... \n\nHe loosened up and shifted slightly so he wouldn't look conspiratorily close to his neighbors. At the same time, he limbered up his arms to make sure they were free of constraint. His spells would require some gesturing to be effective - if it came to that.\n\nAs Andrea began to speak persuasively, Thallios decided to observe for a bit. He looked closely at the drow sergeant... did he have keys? Did he wield spell components?\n EDIT spot +2 \n Perhaps they will be their own distraction... what I wouldn't give for 'protection from arrows' right now! " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nThe green-eyed woman decides to observe the drow as well, looking for weapons within reach. (Spot +11) If they have daggers in their boots... damn. I was never good at picking pockets. She puts on a catlike expression, like being chained up and threatened by armed drow was totally her idea. Then she thinks at the dragon, Yix, is it possible you could take a dagger out of one of these guard's boots, and remain unseen and unheard? If it's too much, don't do it, I don't want you to be responsible for jeapordizing our safety... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The winged lizard stealthily slips back into its small cage and closes the door behind. Its actions are hidden by Ginevra's body. Some of you sit up or even try to speak as the three drow approach.\n\nThe two soldiers flanking the sergeant step to the side and take up flanking positions 30 ft away from your group, covering you with their hand crossbows. The sergeant steps forward alone, murmuring to himself.\n\nHe shifts his coiled spiked chain, which clinks softly, and pulls an iron key from a small pouch on his belt. He is armored in some kind of chain shirt. Its links are finely crafted, and the mail moves quietly with the sergeant's movements. Besides the spiked chain, he carries a pair of fine daggers on his belt. He is handsome, as are all males of his race, and his movements are graceful and sure. But his eyes are hard, suggesting that he is experienced and battle-hardened ...\n\nThe sergeant ignores Andrea and instead addresses Trinark in Undercommon.\n\n\"Stand, citizen!\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Female Warrior \nMoving as quickly as she can, the warrior will throw her enchanted stone as hard as possible, while still maintaining accuracy, at the drow sergeant's head .\n\nShe will then draw her sword and attack the nearst enemy." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Bright light floods the cave as a human female steps forward and hurls a daylight enchanted rock at the drow sergeant.\n\nAlthough she is too far away to actually hurt the drow, the light emanating from the rock is so bright that the sergeant, and the other drow in the cave (including Trinark), are temporarily blinded.\n\nThe female warrior begins to lay into the nearby drow soldiers with her longsword. Her weapon is already bloody, suggesting that she had already dispatched some sentries on her way into the cave ...\n\n[hr]\nThe sudden, painfully bright illumination and the chaos that occurs as the blinded drow stumble about is confusing and disorienting.\n\nEach of you can't help thinking, What in the hells is going on? \n\nIt would appear that someone is trying to attack the entire drow encampment single-handedly. Not exactly the kind of prison break one might have hoped for, but it might be the opportunity you have been waiting for ...\n\n[hr]\nGinevra spins around, squinting against the bright light. She spots the female warrior as she cuts down a blinded drow soldier, and immediately recognizes her as one of her companions. Tiriel! \n\nGinevra shakes her head at this crude attempt at a \"rescue\", then focuses her attention on taking as much advantage of this distraction as possible ..." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nIn spite of himself, the bard can't help grinning as the woman takes on an entire platoon of drow by herself. Foolhardy, sure, but it was a foolhardiness he admired. Seeing the drow are blinded, he figures the startled sergeant must have dropped the little iron key which he'd had in hand when the lady warrior had charged the camp, and strains for a glimpse of it.\n\n[[Spot +2...if he can see where it fell, he will mage hand the key into his possession and free himself, then set to work freeing the other prisoners as quickly as humanly possible.]]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n Tiriel! They found us after all. \nGinevra wastes no more time thinking for the moment. She grabs for a dagger from the blinded drow's belt (OOC: If she gets it, she'll stab him), while looking for any other companions. (Spot +11) Yix! she thinks at the dragon. Can you distract any of the guards? " }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nIf he has any opportunity to grab a key or let Tychus unlock him in the initial confusion, he'll do so.\n\nIf he's near a Drow that doesn't have keys, he'll grapple the knave, trying to rip away its bow or other weapon.\n\nIf he's standing all alone, with nothing to do, he'll sing a boisterous song about the unpredictable ways of Lady Luck with a more than a hint of irony (bardic music inspire courage +1)." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nRecognising the drow warrior that stood nearest to him as the one who had captured and chained him like some lesser animal, the lizardman controlled himself and kept still and his eyes closed to a degree as he approached the prisoner group.\n\nIn the instant of the bright light, he shut his eyes tightly until he felt his eyes shift into the normal spectrum of vision before snapping them open and lunging for the sergeant with his bared claws.\n\nAs soon as he could free himself, he intended to kill as many drow between him and where their equipment lay.\n\nOOC: My character knows the importance of Trinark's sword. He will try to retrieve it as well as as anything that he recosnises as belonging to them. After that I'm grabbing the blinded Trinark and running." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\n Yix turned away quickly as the bright light shot through the room, shutting his eyes tightly. Never one to waste an opportunity, though, he waited only a few seconds before he snapped them open again and, though still blinking furiously, burst out of his cage and charged at the nearest Drow, lashing out his tail aggressively as he flew." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tychus reaches out his hand and the iron key flies into his grasp. He immediately unlocks his collar and turns to the others.\n\nThough still chained, Ginevra draws a dagger from the sergeant's belt and plunges it into his shoulder. He grunts in pain, then spins away as he fumbles for his spiked chain.\n\nThe tiny dragon (about the length of an arm from its snout to the tip of its tail) streaks like a bullet from its cage and attacks one of the two drow with hand crossbows. The stinger at the end of its tail plunges into a gap in the drow's armor. With a sigh, the soldier drops to the ground unconscious.\n\nAs the drow sergeant stumbles away from you prisoners, suddenly the sound of hand bells pierces the air - he has inadvertently triggered the ward placed around your group.\n\nThe magical ringing only adds to the confusion and chaos. There is shouting and cursing in Undercommon from the drow, murmurs of consternation from the grimlocks, and the sound of boots stumbling about on stone. Above the cacophony, a clear voice rises in song - Andrea sings his thanks to Tymora, lifting all of your spirits.\n\nThe other prisoners stand, eager to be released from their chains before the drow can reorient themselves.\n\n\n\nOOC: Tychus can free two prisoners per round. I will need to know which other prisoners (if any) he frees and in which order. By the way, don't forget about the OOC thread . It's a good place for discussing the game and getting to know each other. " }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Sorceress/Fighter \n\n Following the commotion, she strides swiftly - but calmly - twoard the illuminated room. Entering the room, she scans it quickly - squinting slightly - and notices that the drow are, at the moment, defenseless. She also sees Ginevra, Tiriel, and the other prisoners rushing to maintain power over the drow.\n She takes a step or two back, slightly behind the door frame, standing at an angle so as to be able to periphrially see those entering the room. She dislodges the longbow from her shoulder. Raising it, she aims slowly at the Drow Sergeant's temple.\n She breathes in. Breathes out.\n You know, I always considered your kind much prettier dead.... \n Fire.\n .....than alive. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios saw the crossbow-wielding drow take up positions at medium range. If it's Larethian's will that I die... then I will go proudly. \n\nBut just as the sergeant calls out to the prisoner drow, there was shouting and a brilliant glare of daylight breaking the perpetual dimness! The elf in blue robes grinned at the audacious attack, unsure exactly of how many rescuers had arrived.\n\nThallios stood, wasting no time, and began to speak words of power and gesture. He chose a target within range and let loose with scorching ray .\n\n\nOOC: Thallios plans to follow up by casting Magic Missiles twice at drow at the perimeter of the cavern unless he is released from the chain sooner, in which case he'll head for the dubious cover of the chests containing all of their gear. However, if the drow cast a spell or spell-like effect such as darkness, he will use his 'signature spell' to dispel magic .\n\n As I'm new to this pbp thing, please let me know if there are any character stats I should be supplying such as Scorching Ray's save DC, which is 16. " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus, human bard \n\nAgainst his better judgment, Tychus turns first to the gnoll, sliding in the key and unlocking the savage humanoid's bonds then standing back hurriedly. With all haste he turns to Thallios, Andrea and Ginevra, unlocking their chains as well and leaving them free to pursue their own agendas.\n\n\"We need our gear!\" he shouts, trying to be heard over the cavalcade of sound. \"Get me my spell components, if you can! Small brown leather pouch!\"\n\nHe will turn his attention to the lizardman and the drow, unlocking their collars as well, and then weave his poetic homage -- the first stanza of the saga of Eldric the Bold -- into Andrea's song." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe sound of tiny hand bells was surprisingly loud. Thallios spared only a moment to see the results of the scorching ray he unleashed.\n\n \"Thank you, Tychus Helder,\" Thallios said to the man freeing him from his bonds. Though his neck was chafed and aching, he ignored the discomfort as more pressing matters had his attention.\n\nOver the racket of the alarm, Helder was saying \"... my spell components, if you can! Small brown leather pouch!\" \n\nThallios looked Tychus in the eye and nodded once in acknowledgement. \"Right. Small brown leather pouch.\" \n\nThe elf sprinted for the chests, even as the remaining drow began to regain their composure. Fortunately, the chests were in grimlock territory. Though the creatures were grumbling, they didn't seem to be an immediate threat. I hope. Just in case, he detoured as necessary to maintain some distance.\n\nOnce he arrived, he quickly looked for non-drow gear. Once he found it, he knew exactly what to look for - his own Handy Haversack, and Tychus's small brown leather pouch which would smell like spell components. And weapons.\n\nOOC: Search +6 ;-)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"Thank you,\" the green-eyed woman says hastily to Tychus when he unlocks her collar. Not wasting any time, she slips into the shadows.\n\n(OOC: Ginevra will go around to the chests and look quickly for her gear, specifically her bracers of armor and her shortsword. If she sees her bracers, she will put them on, and get into flanking position with Tiriel so she can backstab. If she sees her sword, she'll grab it and get into flanking position anyways. If she sees both, she'll put on the bracers and get into flanking position and backstab. Hide +16, Spot +11)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nUntil she see's what Ginevra's next move will be, Tiriel's sword will continue to strike down the closest drow, each hit giving off a small burst of flame upon impact. While she hadn't truly planned on having all of the prisoners freed, she's well and glad that they are.\n \n Tiriel will be watching the sergeant, if Ginevra or any of the others attack him and have trouble, she will move in to help. \n Tiriel will be happy to work with Ginevra (or any of the others) in trying flank the enemy.. \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "An arrow streaks across the cavern, striking the drow sergeant in the chest. The female warrior cuts down the last of the sentries.\n\nQuickly, Tychus frees the gnoll and Thallios (the elf wizard) who blasts the other drow soldier (that had accompanied the sergeant) with a gout of flame, killing him instantly.\n\nThe tiny dragon, the gnoll, and Thallios are free. Thallios begins to move towards the grimlock porters.\n\nTychus works on Andrea's and Ginevra's collars next. The lizardman and the drow prisoner wait impatiently for their turn to be freed.\n\n[hr]\nWhatever you may think of the drow, their discipline and combat prowess are not to be underestimated.\n\nThough still dazzled by the daylight spell, they quickly form ranks and rally to their leaders. One squad forms up near the grimlock porters. The sergeant of that group (armed with a pair of hand crossbows) hisses a command at the porters. Twelve of them pick up crude clubs and begin to shuffle forward (somewhat unenthusiastically) toward the cave entrance where the female warrior and elf archer are positioned.\n\nA second squad forms up around the unit commander (next to the now irrelevant lantern) and his second in command, a tall (for a drow) soldier wielding a large two-handed curved blade.\n\nThe sergeant with the spiked chain, pulls the arrow out of his chest, and unfurls his weapon. His chain whistles through the air as tries to keep his prisoners at bay. He coughs, and blood drips down onto his chin.\n\n\n\nOOC: The two drow with the hand crossbows are down (one dropped by the tiny dragon, the other scorched to death). Their sergeant (significantly wounded) holds position about 30 ft away. The commander and a unit of six drow are positioned near the lantern and several chests, 60 more feet behind the sergeant. (3 o'clock relative to the prisoners.)\n\nSix more drow are positioned in the other direction 90 feet away, by the packages that had been carried by the grimlocks. (9 o'clock relative to prisoners.)\n\nA dozen grimlocks are shuffling toward the cave entrance, where the \"rescuers\" are positioned. The drow sentry/patrol squad that had been positioned there has been annihilated. (12 o'clock relative to prisoners.)\n\n[hr]\nIn the upcoming round, Tychus continues to unlock the prisoners, so Ginevra and Andreas can move freely. The lizardman and Trinark, the drow prisoner, remain chained. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nBefore he moved a few steps toward the porters, a sextet of drow soldiers formed up there. Are they guarding the packages? Or is it a coincidence? \n\nThallios detoured instead to the more intact drow archer. The one that the tiny dragon killed. As he reached the body, he paused and wove a brief pattern in midair. Yes, I believe I am going to get myself killed. Power words flew from his lips, and he released a trio of magic missiles at the leader of the soldiers near the porter's packages. The bolts of energy flew toward the dual-crossbow wielding dark elf.\n\nThe elf wizard, his blue hair stark in contrast to his pale skin and white shirt, dropped to the floor beside the drow body, hoping for partial cover. He then took the hand crossbow from the body. Let's hope my dark cousins aren't immune to their own poison! \n\nOOC: okay, so that's what he does instead of searching the packages. In case it matters, Thallios is still prepared to Dispel Magic if need be. He plans to grab the drow's additional bolts and use the crossbow to fight. If a more combat-oriented fellow slave can make better use of the crossbow, he'll hand it right over." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWill attempt to intimidate the grimlocks who now stand in her way: intimidate check (1d20.each(10)=15) \nIf that fails, she'll go back to hack & slashin' them.\n\nOOC:\n Scene 24: Won't casting dispell magic also disspell the \"daylight\" I cast on the rock? I'd hate for most of the prisoners to suddenly be plunged into near darkness...\n Grey_angel : what are the chances that you can finish up the sergeant before he causes more trouble? ;) I hate reach weapons." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Sorceress/Fighter \n\n Without hestiation, she reaches for another arrow and loads her longbow. Her actions are quick and smooth as she raises her bow and aims once more.\n Back talk me, will you? Let me show you what I do to those who do not perish when their time has come. \n She lets loose the arrow, aimed for the Drow Sergeant's heart.\n This, sir, is your time. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A second arrow buries itself in the drow sergeant's chest. He drops without a sound, his spiked chain sparking as it skitters across the stony cave floor. From her protected vantage point, the elf archer smiles with grim satisfaction.\n\n[hr]\nWith the drow in the immediate area dispatched, Tychus can continue to concentrate on freeing the last prisoners. The bard raises his voice in song as he works, providing a vibrant counterpoint to Andrea's inspirational song. Soon, the lizardman and the drow prisoner are freed.\n\nAndrea kneels down and scoops up one of the drow hand crossbows. He has never handled one before, but its operation is intuitive, and he has no trouble pointing it and firing it toward the combined drow/grimlock unit. Unfortunately, the bolt misses and Andrea is unsure exactly how to reload the weapon.\n\nThallios also picks up a hand crossbow, but not before sending a pair of magic missiles spiraling into the center of mass of the dual crossbow wielding sergeant near the grimlock bundles.\n\nThe gnoll warrior, once freed, howls in rage and charges the command unit. The drow soldiers, including the drow commander and his lieutenant (the tall drow wielding a falchion), have taken cover behind the wooden chests. The drow send a flurry of poisoned crossbow bolts into the gnoll. At first he appears unfazed by the small projectiles, but within seconds, his legs begin to wobble, and he collapses in a furry heap just in front of their makeshift barricade.\n\n[hr]\nA dozen grimlocks shuffle toward the cave entrance. The blond human female turns to face them, pointing her longsword directly at the musclebound creatures in silent challenge. Flames flicker and spark along her blade as crimson blood drips from its tip. Unseeing, the grimlocks march forward under orders from the other drow sergeant. The grimlocks lumber forward until they are only about 30 ft from Tiriel. At that point, something makes them pause. They hesitate, even though they outnumber Tiriel (literally) a dozen to one. Is this human female being brave or foolhardy? None of the grimlocks seems to want to be the first to find out ...\n\n[hr]\nThe daylight imbued stone lies near the prisoners, making it difficult for the drow near the grimlocks to see the escaping prisoners well. The drow soldiers squint as if trying to stare into the sun.\n\nThe bright light casts stark shadows across the floor and walls of the cave. Ginevra slips into one of the shadows and seems to disappear. The tiny lizard likewise seems to have vanished (probably hiding somewhere nearby). The rest of the prisoners, however, are dangerously exposed.\n\nCrossbow bolts hiss through the air, but between the blinding (for the drow) daylight , and the combined songs of Andrea and Tychus, fortune seems to be with the prisoners for the moment. One bolt glances off of the lizardman's thick hide. The other bolts zip overhead as Andrea and Tychus take as much cover as they can behind the bodies of the fallen drow.\n\nGinevra's voice whispers from the shadows to Thallios, Andrea, Trinark, and the lizardman, \"We are too exposed here in the middle of the cave. We have to move !\"\n\n[hr]\nThe drow near the packages take cover and busy themselves reloading their hand crossbows. Their sergeant, still smoking from Thallios' magic missiles , notes the hesitation of the first set of grimlocks. He hisses again in Undercommon, sending the remaining dozen grimlocks toward the cave's only entrance/exit. It is clear that he intends to cut off the prisoners' only escape route, using overwhelming numbers if necessary.\n\nThis leaves only six drow (including the sergeant with dual hand crossbows) guarding the large packages. There are a dozen large bundles, covered in tarps and wrapped with heavy hemp cord. Each bundle forms a soft cube, roughly 5 ft on each side.\n\nThe uniform appearance of the packages makes it seem doubtful that the prisoners' gear is kept there. It seems more likely that any valuable items taken off the prisoners would have been secreted in the wooden chests and kept close to the unit commander until they could be identified.\n\nThe prisoners therefore face a dilemma. One option would be to break for the exit, hoping that Tiriel and the elf archer can keep the 24 grimlocks at bay long enough to allow everyone to escape. A second option would be to make for the large packages, hoping that they contain something useful. A third option would be to charge the command unit positioned behind the wooden chests. A fourth option would be to try some combination of the other three strategies. If the prisoners do not move, eventually they will all be picked off by poisoned drow crossbow bolts ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nGrinning, Tiriel will take a step forward while contiuning her stare down with the grimlocks.\n Intimidate (again) (1d20.each(10)=23) \nIf they try to move in closer, she will use her free hand to snap her fingers and activate another spell (protection from evil) before attacking them.\n\nOOC: woot! an okay roll finaly." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark hears and senses, more than sees, the chaos going on around him. He takes a step or two trying blindly to move away from the sounds of melee. He is stopped short by the chain still hanging around his neck.\n\n \"Quickly, someone release me and help me find my sword!\" he shouts in a random direction." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nLying flat on his stomach in the grit of the Underdark as poisoned drow bolts zip by overhead, Tychus Helder grits his teeth, thinking hard. There isn't much he can do without his components, and his words would not affect the enemy much with the dangers of combat all 'round. But...\n\nIt is a long shot, especially considering the nature of his target. But pinned down, unarmed, unarmored and nearly helpless, he can't help but grin. For he is a worshipper of the Smiling Lady, and is this not her own domain? Daring, bold, foolhardy rescue and thousand-to-one chances?\n\nTruly, if the Lady is with him, this might well win them the day. And does she not favor the brave?\n\n\"Right,\" he mutters to the rocks and silt before his face, \"enough thought. Time to act.\"\n\nHe rolls to one knee, crouching near their light source, and weaves the subtle tapestry of a spell together, one of his few that requires no components. He draws all the pieces together, sliding one under the other, around a third, into a fourth. He weaves them around the drow commander and offers Tymora his prayer. It is all he can do.\n\n\nOOC: Charm Person on the ever-popular drow commander, +2 saves against enchantment etc. notwithstanding. Here's hoping." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid had been shielding his packmate as they waited to be released. He had realised that from the direction the human had been working from, they would be the last to be released.\n\nHe snarled in anger as the drow who had captured him fell, killed by another. He channeled his ire to other targets. Spying a group of the darkskins behind packages where their items were probably kept, his eyes narrowed into slits as he settled on his new kills. As soon as the chain came off, he grabbed trinark and flund both of them on the floor, minimising their exposure. He heard his packmate earlier and knowing he was blind, whispered in his ear:\n\n \"I WILL get back the weapon. Stay down and safe and crawl that way soft skin\" \n\nSteering him towards the side, away from the range of the crossbows, Ssathiya watched him crawl to safety. Turning back to the drow who sat behind good cover, firing crossbow bolts, he wondered as to how he may bring them down. He notices the stone still glowing with brightness of full day and then glances back to them. He crawls towards the stone, intending to grab it and hurl it at the drow before charging into their midst." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf, feeling exposed despite the blinding daylight stone, grabs a dagger from the body of the drow soldier beside him and runs toward the perimeter of the cavern in the direction that the lizardman and drow prisoner went. He does his best to run evasively, though it certainly isn't a skill he has ever cultivated.\n\nArriving at the edge, in the closest thing to shadows available, he considers his condition. No armor, magical or otherwise; virtually weaponless; among strangers with unknown agendas; opposed by well-armed and disciplined drow soldiers. I'm tremendously fortunate to be uninjured! \n\nThallios looks for Ginevra. If anyone would know how to use a hand crossbow, it would be her he was sure. He tucks the dagger into the waist of his pants and drops the crossbow and whatever bolts he acquired to the ground in order to free up his hands for spell-casting. It occurred to him that the range on the small crossbow can't be particularly long.\n\nHe was more comfortable with a dagger anyway. It reminded him of Arialthina, the love of his life, who taught him the fine ways of wielding a dagger and how to use his deftness rather than strength when wielding it.\n\nThe lizard man started to head toward the center of the cavern again. Now what is HE doing? he wondered. Thallios looked around for the others. Tychus Helder was still out there, casting some kind of spell. Where was Andrea? Ginevra? The little dragon?\n\nRealizing that if they sat still they would be taken out one by one, he decided to join an offensive against the command party of drow. Focusing his mind, he gestured and spoke ancient words. He cast the spell Bear's Endurance upon himself before moving out.\n\nOOC: If no one else is planning an attack, Thallios will join Ssathiyaa and Thychus Helder. Thallios still has one remaining Magic Missile spell which he would try to use while still at several range increments for the drow hand crossbows." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nAfter warning the other prisoners, Ginevra slips around behind the dual-crossbow wielding drow commander and his group. Waiting in she shadows, she watches the lizardman. If he charges... the drow will be confused. Me attacking from the shadows won't help them either...\n\nAnd if those crossbows have sleepy poison on them, that won't help me at all. \n\nMeanwhile, the green-eyed woman studies the packages from her hiding place. They looked to be about the same size and shape, which could mean they belonged to the drow and probably did. However, if they had some sort of obvious weapon in them, she'd go for it. A sword especially. This dagger, enchanted though it may be, won't help me much if the drow have longswords \n\nGinevra glances at Thallios. He's a powerful mage. Good. Hopefully he won't get himself killed, he could be very helpful in saving all our lives. \n\n(OOC: If the lizardman charges the drow, she'll attack the commander from behind in the confusion. If she can, she'll take a crossbow from him and try to take out one of the drow, if not, she'll go for the hands of as many drow as she can, trying to incapacitate them. If the lizardman doesn't charge, she'll initiate the confusion the next round by attacking the commander anyways. Search +5)" }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nAndrea hears the other bard stop singing and begin another enchantment.\n Is that...? That'll never work against... especially not now. Least it'll distract the drow over there. Here goes!\n \n\nAndrea charges toward the warriors guarding the chests. He'll try to grapple the first drow he comes to who's weilding a ranged weapon (with an attack roll total of 20). The goal in upcoming rounds is to grab a weapon." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark allows himself to be guided by the Druid. He continues to blink, trying to clear the spots from his vision.\n\n[OOC: As much as possible Trinark will try to assess the situation. If possible he will take refuge behind any available cover.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel holds two dozen grimlocks at bay with her flaming longsword. They shuffle laterally, forming a loose semicircle around her position at the entrance to the cave. The grimlocks in the front row, closest to her, shuffle uneasily, some of them actually tremble nervously. The grimlocks to the rear, grip their clubs and try pushing the grimlocks in front forward.\n\nThe stalemate at the cave entrance nevertheless prevents the prisoners from simply sprinting to freedom.\n\n[hr]\nThallios and Trinark crouch toward the back of the cave, as far as possible from either the drow near the packages and the command unit near the chests. Trinark's vision has cleared, but he still finds the illumination from the daylight stone uncomfortably bright.\n\n[hr]\nUnseen, Ginevra skulks in the shadows until she is positioned behind the drow who are taking cover near the cubical packages. The sergeant with the dual hand crossbows is focused on the grimlocks, exhorting them to move in and overwhelm the human female using their superior numbers. The other drow seem to be taking up defensive positions, as if they are more concerned about protecting the packages than in recapturing their prisoners.\n\nShe peers at the packages, trying to ascertain their contents. Based on their labels, several appear to contain reserves of food and water, necessary for the journey through the Underdark. Five, however, are marked FRAGILE and THIS END UP in Undercommon. She sees that the \"special\" packages are have individual labels: BLACK, BLUE, GREEN, RED, and WHITE. \n\n[hr]\nIn the center of the cave, Tychus attempts to enchant the drow commander standing near the chests. In response, four crossbow bolts streak toward his exposed position. One strikes the bard in the thigh. Tychus rips the bolt out as quickly as possible, but he feels the drow poison seep into his veins, and he has to fight to stay awake.\n\nThe lizardman tackles Tychus and tries to shield him from the other bolts. From his lying position, he fumbles for the daylight stone, and he hurls it towards the drow command unit like some kind of grenade.\n\nJust as the lizardman and Tychus prepare to charge, they see Andrea sprint in toward the drow command unit (hoping that they are busy reloading). The second-in-command steps forward to intercept him, raising a wickedly sharp falchion over his head.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Andrea has 30 more feet to cover before engaging the drow in melee. The lizardman and Tychus can also reach the drow in one round if they take a full move. The chests serve as a minor obstruction, but will prevent any attacker from charging. " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nHis leg throbbing and drow poison seeping through his veins, the bard smiles grimly at the lizardman shielding him. \"And sometimes,\" he murmurs, \"the Lady's smile isn't on you. My thanks, friend, but we'd best get in there fast; I've a spell of heroics I can cast on you, and I won't be far behind you.\"\n\nHe reaches and lays a hand on the lizardkin's tough hide, speaking the initial words of a spell to make his scaly defender more effective in combat.\n\n\nOOC: Casting Heroism on the lizardkin druid, then moving as far as he can towards the drow commander's party." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\n Yix growled in triumph as the Drow fell before his mighty sting, but soon realized the situation he and his... companions were now in. They were vastly outnumbered by the Drow and their henchmen, their only exits blocked, the enemy closing in and their time running short before they were overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers.\n\n Now, Yix was no great strategist by any means, but he knew that the poisoned crossbow bolts were likely to be the biggest asset of the Drow and the most trouble to the escapeé's. Therefore, he immediately set about taking out the crossbowmen with his sting as stealthily as he could, one by one, starting with the closest and moving on from there." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios winces as the black drow bolt drives into Tychus Helder's thigh. The poison's effects are evident, though the bard appears to be fighting them for the moment.\n\nThe elf watches Andrea head for the drow commander's party, and sees the falchion-wielding one interposed ahead of the human. I have one more spell to throw into this mix... Let it be enough to help these men. \n\nThallios casts a volley of Magic Missiles at the lieutenant.\n\n Now, the center was swept clean, but maybe here in the back of the cave I can find something I can use. The blue-haired wizard looks on the floor for a pinch of sand; he could take out a few grimlocks with a simple Sleep spell. He also is on the lookout for a forgotten droplet of candlewax. He checks his own and Trinark's clothing - is it made of wool?\n\n\nOOC: if he has access to wool, he'll use his dagger to scrape up a fluff of wool and prepare to use it to cast Ghost Sound... Likewise if he can find some forgotten wax." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nThings are not looking good at the exit. Tiriel's never cared about a fair fight, but 2 dozen to 1 is just ridiculous. \"Damn it.\" she swears silently to herself. She watches the drow commander shout and provoke the tentative Grimlocks. She looks at the drow commander and then back to the grimlocks, who as a mass, outnumber even the drow, and she smilies.\n\nShe lowers her sword a bit and adresses the silghtless humanoids in common:\n Hail, citizens of the deep. Unless I am mistaken, you and I have no reason to fight. Instead we should work together so that all here can walk free after our common enemy, the Drow have been disposed of. \n\nedit: Diplomacy roll: (1d20.each(3)=16) " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nSkulking around in the shadows behind the packages, Ginevra decides to make her move while the drow commander is distracted screaming at the grimlocks. She slips around the packages and stabs him in the back.\n\n(OOC: She's still trying to get the crossbow. The more drow she can knock out, the better.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " ] Lizardkin Druid \n\nAfter guiding Trinark to safety, he turned to see the human who had freed him hit by a dart being fired by the starnge weapon the drow carried. Alarm vsibly showing on his face, he rushes to him and tackles him shielding him from further missiles.\n\nThe human smiles at him and whispers words which he catches partially over the din. Realiising that human intended to assault the group of drow with him, he scrabbled forward and flung the glowing stone at the dorw, blinking as he did so.\n\nAs he fell down for cover again, he felt a light touch and snatches of words. At that moment images and sounds of sitting around a crackling fire back in the hunting grounds of the people , listening to the chants of great heroe sung by the loremaster or the tribal brethren. The shadows of the re-enactment of the deeds swim in his mind's eye. He shakes his head to clear his head but the drum beat does not die away and he feels his spirits rise. A deep desire to take his place among the Revered names comes over him.\n\nAs another naked human charges blindly to the drow and runs to certain death, he springs up and lets out a deafening roar. His claws spread out and his arms opened wide; He stood there, a prmial being of terror. He lets out another open mawed roar before charging straight for the drow who raised a sword in readiness to cut the human down. His claws and tail raise up as he lumbers with gaining momentum to make the leap onto him.\n\nOOC: Jumping Charge at liutenant and declare dodge vs him. I love going all velociraptor ;D" }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nOOC: Do the chests with (supposedly) our stuff have big menacing locks on them or do they seem quickly openable?\n\nAndrea will avoid charging the falchion-weilding warrior, but if there's a drow reloading a crossbow (and not in AOO range of the melee guy), he'll continue going for him." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nAfter launching his magic missile attack at the falchion wielding drow, and once he had collected a pinch of sand and some wax or wool (or failed to do the same), Thallios looked at the drow prisoner.\n\nThe dark-skinned one seemed genuine enough; stripped of all posessions, slightly wounded, desperate. A drow presumably so chaotic that the lawful evil drow hunted him down and enslaved him. But perhaps it could also be an indicator of a good streak in him. Thallios decided that he had no choice but to trust the other prisoner.\n\n \"Hello, stranger. My name is Thallios. I'm sorry there's not more time to chat, but can you operate one of these small crossbows?\" He pressed the hand crossbow into the stranger's grip, and tapped the small wooden container that held the spare bolts on the ground in front of him. \"Here are the spare bolts. The others are taking the offensive. And for now, we'll need to defend ourselves against any attacks.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the cave entrance (12 o'clock) \n\nTiriel attempts to win over the grimlocks, but they either don't understand her words or aren't swayed by them. Their courage returns, bolstered by their numbers, and they close in to attack.\n\nTiriel backs up into the cave entrance so that only a few grimlocks can attack her at the same time. She parries most of their clumsy blows. One of the grimlocks manages to slip under her guard, striking her thigh with his club. In return, she cuts him down with a single flaming downward chop.\n\n[hr]\n At the lantern/chests (3 o'clock) \n\nTychus and the lizardman charge the command unit from one direction while Andrea dodges in from the side. A set of magic missiles converges on the falchion-wielding lieutenant, just before the lizardman leaps through the air, claws and teeth bared, knocking the drow to the ground. With surprising agility and speed, the lieutenant rolls to a kneeling position and slashes upward, slicing across the lizardman's flank.\n\nAndrea lunges at the nearest drow soldier, who fires his hand crossbow at point blank range. Something seems to punch Andrea in the gut, but before he consciously realizes that he's been shot, he has tackled the drow soldier and is busy attempting to wrestle the hand crossbow away.\n\nUnable to use their projectile weapons for fear of hitting their comrades, the other drow draw rapiers and move to protect their unit commander.\n\nUp close, it is apparent that the commander is a female. She is armored but appears to be unarmed. Waving her hands, she casts darkness on the lantern at her feet. Although the darkness is unable to dispel the daylight spell radiating from the rock (which has lodged near the chests), where their effects overlap, the drow are no longer dazzled.\n\n[hr]\n At the bundled packages (9 o'clock) \n\nGinevra slips out of the shadows and plunges her dagger into the drow sergeant's back. He curses and spins around, trying to bring his hand crossbows to bear. The other drow react quickly, tossing aside their crossbows and drawing razor sharp rapiers.\n\nWith the daylight stone having been hurled to the other side of the cave, these drow are no longer dazzled. Ginevra moves with panther-like grace, but the soldiers have her surrounded, and one manages to slash her across the arm, causing her to hiss with pain.\n\nOne of the drow soldiers unexpectedly drops his rapier and slumps to the ground. Yix is a blur, his stinger poised to strike as he zips through the air, looking for another target.\n\n[hr]\n At the back of the cave (6 o'clock) \n\nThallios picks a small tuft of wool from the drow prisoner's tunic. The moon elf then presses the small crossbow into his cousin's hand. The drow doesn't seem to understand the common tongue, but the meaning of the gesture is clear enough." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Fighter/Sorceress \n\n She takes a step forward into the cave and places her oathbow back on her shoulder. She quickly scopes out a small group of grimlocks that are relatively nearby, but distant from any allies.\n She faces their direction, closes her eyes, raises her hands, concentrates....and casts Burning Hands ." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the cave entrance (12 o'clock) \n\nThe elf steps forward and a sheet of flame splashes into the massed grimlocks. The grimlocks in the front row take the brunt of the blast, screaming as their bare skin blisters and smokes. Many grimlocks in the next two rows also howl in pain and rage, suffering serious burns.\n\n\n\nOOC: Nine grimlocks are affected by the burning hands . Four take full damage, while five take half damage. The grimlocks look angry. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe moon elf saw the incomprehension on the drow elf's face. \"Don't speak common? I don't speak undercommon...\" He asked \"How about elven? Good!\" \n\nThallios took a look at the action across the cavern. The two packs of drow were fighting his fellow prisoners in opposite directions around the perimeter of the cavern. He needed to move in closer to use his magic and create a ruse with any hope of success, but he had to move inconspicuously.\n\nThe elf ran a hand through his short blue hair. Between the fingers of his other hand, he held the tuft of wool that would enable him to cast Ghost Sound. He looked at the spell component for a moment, determined to cause that small gray clump to vaporize as he enforced his will upon the senses of other sentients.\n\nTurning back to the drow beside him, Thallios said \"Cousin, I need your help. Can you cast darkness on this?\" he asked, holding out the hilt of his stolen drow dagger.\n\n\nOOC: if Trinark agrees and can cast darkness on the dagger, Thallios will suggest they move under cover of darkness in the direction of the chests and the competing daylight stone and darkness spell. Enough chaos existed in that area that he had a chance to arrive undetected and do some good - not to mention that Trinark should be relieved of his dazzlement by hiding in a darkness zone." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian grunts as the falchion connects but does not seem the least deterred. He spins around the drow, seeking to find an opening an end the creature's life before it gets up." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nNot far behind his lizardkin companion, Tychus sees the drow commander -- strikingly beautiful, as seems par for the course for the drow -- cast a spell and lay hand on the lantern, dimming the radiance of the light-enscorcelled rock and allowing the drow full use of their vaunted eyes.\n\nWeaponless, there is little enough the bard can do against their enemies at this point -- but perhaps he can turn the tide back in his reptilian companion's favor. Still running flat-out, he ducks and weaves his way through the drow clustered around their commander. Snatching up the lantern on his way through, he skids to a halt about fifteen feet beyond the entrenched drow, using his momentum to hurl the lantern with all his might towards the far wall.\n\n[[EDIT -- OOC: Tumble +10, to avoid all of those AoOs I'm almost certainly incurring.]]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nTirel will continue to do her best to hold the entrance.\n\n(ooc: yeah, uh that seems to be her only choice at the moment. She'll act defensivly, waiting for an opening before attacking. Go ahead and roll for me DR, I'll be at work until late tonight)." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\n Yix clenched his teeth and growled as the darkness spell was cast, immediately spinning around and searching for the caster. After all, for a caster to cast that spell, they must be at least more powerful and would be likely to cause much more trouble than a few measly crossbow bolts. Without giving the matter any more thought, the tiny dragon's eyes narrowed as he spotted and made a beeline towards the Drow Commander, his tail raised and his jaw clenched." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra backs up against the cave wall behind her, trying to fight defensively, as Yix speeds towards the drow commander.\n\n(OOC: She'll go for the most dangerous opponent first.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the cave entrance \n\nThe grimlocks swarm forward, overwhelming Tiriel, who does her best to keep the cave entrance clear and to protect her elf companion.\n\nThe mass of grimlocks pushes both would-be rescuers back, even as another grimlock goes down beneath Tiriel's sword.\n\nOOC: The grimlocks use bullrush to push the characters out of the cave. Tiriel slays another grimlock. \n At the chests \n\nTychus dodges and tumbles over to the lantern and hurls it away from the melee. By removing the protective darkness , he ensures that the drow will remain dazzled .\n\nHe avoids the slashing rapier of one drow, but a second drow picks up his crossbow and shoots Tychus in the back. This time, the drow poison does its work, and the bard slips into unconsciousness.\n\nThe lizardman and and the drow lieutenant remain locked in combat. The lizardman fights tooth and nail against the stylized, flowing techiques employed by the falchion-wielding drow. Both draw blood, but neither is able to decisively wound the other.\n\nOff to the side, Andrea is not faring so well. Two other drow join in grappling the harper into submission. One places a dagger against Andrea's throat. The meaning is clear, \"Surrender or die.\"\n\nThe drow commander draws a wicked-looking dagger from beneath her bodice as she watches the lizardman and her lieutenant locked in combat. She begins to circle around behind the lizardman, but then she spots Yix streaking towards her like an arrow from across the other side of the cavern.\n\nShe points her finger, and a series of four magic missiles blast the tiny dragon out of the sky.\n\nOOC: Yix takes 12 points of damage. \n At the packages \n\nLeft alone facing five drow soldiers, Ginevra attempts to defend herself with only a single dagger. She tries keeping her back against the packages so that the drow can't surround her.\n\nThe sergeant makes some hand signs, and two of the soldiers step backward, sheathing their rapiers and reloading their hand crossbows. The sergeant and the remaining two soldiers harry Ginevra with their rapiers, but seem strangely unwilling to make full force attacks against her, as if unwilling to risk damaging the packages behind her back.\n\n At the back of the cave \n\nTrinark imbues Thallios' dagger with darkness . Unfortunately, once the daylight effect is restored by Tychus' actions, the dark aura surrounding the dagger provides little cover. It does however, make Trinark much more comfortable.\n\nThey quickly survey the situation. It doesn't look good. The two \"rescuers\" have their hands full against more than 20 grimlocks. Three prisoners are already unconscious or restrained. The lizardman fights furiously, but the odds are stacked against him. Likewise, Ginevra is greatly outnumbered and surrounded.\n\nUnarmed and unarmored, it seems unlikely that the prisoners will prevail against the drow in straightforward combat. Is there any other option?" }, { "author": "Karzak", "message": "The Gnoll snores loudly." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Fighter/Sorceress \n\n Takes a step back to her previous position and arms herself with her oathbow once more. Aiming for one of the grimlocks that is severly wounded, she takes a shot.\n Immediately after taking a shot, she reaches for another arrow, preparing for another shot - at the same grimlock, or another one if said grimlock is not killed.\n Thoughts race through her mind. Her hands are quick and experienced. So this is what my ex-boyfriend meant by \"The thrill of the hunt.\" She smirks, pretending each grimlock is her former lover. Ah, much better. " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nYix grimaces and growls from the ground, having been knocked out of the air by the sorceress' missiles, blood dripping from his maw as he takes the air once again and continues his charge. Damn Drow, he thinks as he prepares his tail to strike at the Drow's neck, a malicious glint in his eyes." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra quickly cuts open the packages, ready to break, smash, or otherwise damage what's inside.\n \"Move back and drop your weapons, or I'll destroy every one of these packages!\" she says loudly." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios took stock of the situation and quickly realized that his original plan would not work. The battle going on with the drow commander was no longer a chaotic frenzy that he could expect to slip up on unseen; rather, it was an orderly fight of several drow restraining one remaining human and the brave and fearsome lizard man facing off against a powerful adversary.\n\nThat was no place for the sort of trickery remaining in Thallios's repertoir.\n\nThe Grimlocks had seemingly swept their would-be rescuers from the room. He couldn't think of what to do for that situation.\n\n But here's something , he thought. The rogue has managed some kind of standoff. But outnumbered as she is, it may only be a matter of time before the drow press their advantage... \n\nHe decided that whatever she was up to, perhaps his talents could be of use. Speaking over his shoulder to the drow prisoner, he said Well, my new ally, things go very poorly for our compatriots. I must go and see if I can still be of any help. Accompany me if you wish; we could use that crossbow. \n\nWith that, Thallios headed straight for Ginevra and the packages and the drow. He was counting on the concealing darkness emanating from his stolen drow dagger to make him an unappealing target, but just in case he tried to come directly from behind the rogue where the drow would think twice about firing at him.\n\nOOC: If he makes it to Ginevra without being taken out ;-) Thallios will step up beside her, take a quick look at the package she opened, but otherwise watch the drow warily and pay attention to everything Ginevra does. With any luck, Trinark will also be there with the poison crossbow." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n Ah. This time... bold choice: wrong choice. Still, we may see yet. \n\nNot seeing any immediate option, he doesn't struggle against the captors." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"STOP!!!!!!\"\n\nAlthough the drow commander shouts out in Undercommon, her cry immediately freezes everyone in their tracks.\n\nThe drow and grimlocks cease their actions, though they continue to hold their weapons ready. The dagger is removed from Andrea's neck.\n\nThe cavern is still except for the ringing of the alarm bells. With a wave of his hand, the lieutenant silences them. He is breathing hard and bleeding from several gashes inflicted by the lizardman, but he does not lower the point of his falchion.\n\n\n[hr]\nGinevra looks down at the package she has just slashed open. Underneath several layers of heavy canvas is a mass of wet leaves.\n\n[hr]\n\nIn the sudden silence, the drow commander calls out in Common .\n\n\"I would not do that if I were you.\"" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf, surrounded by a cloud of darkness which obscured his vision substantially, froze in his tracks at the commanding drow shout. There was no mistaking the imperative in the voice, she wanted everyone's attention and she wanted it \"NOW\".\n\nThallios hadn't quite reached Ginevra's side - he was midway to her, which placed him about halfway between the center of the cavern and the edge, midway between 6 o'clock and 9 o'clock. Despite the concealment of the illusion surrounding him, he felt dangerously exposed in the sudden silence.\n\nThen the female drow gave her warning in common, \"I would not do that if I were you.\" He knew immediately she wasn't speaking to him. It was something Ginevra was doing. She really has stumbled onto something! " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n She clearly wants attention. She wants everyone to stop what they're doing and look at me. Damn... there's no way to get out of this. This is going to be stalemate if I don't talk out of it. \n \"Why would you not do it? For my benefit, or for yours?\" Ginevra looks at the matted wet leaves again, then at the drow commander.\n\n \"What's so important in these packages? Dragon eggs? I can read Undercommon, I saw the colors on the packages. The colors are the same as those of the evil-hearted dragons of the realms. Even if they aren't dragon eggs, what are they for? Tell me, or I will destroy these packages. Don't tell me you don't care if I do, it's not true.\" She looks defiantly and confidently at the commander, all the while standing over the leaves with her dagger pointed at their heart.\n\n(OOC: Sense Motive +0 for the drow commander, please.)" }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nHis head swimming, the bard fights his way back into consciousness. He moves little, hoping to deceive his enemies into thinking that he is still unconscious. From what he can see, all the fighting has stopped -- at least for the time being. Have they been defeated? No, from what he can see, several of his comrades are still up and armed, including their two rescuers -- and Ginevra, who appears to be threatening the contents of the mysterious packages. Likely why everyone's stopped fighting, he figures -- whatever's in there, the drow are apparently dead set on not having it destroyed.\n\nPerhaps even to the point of allowing their captives to go free, in exchange for the cargo's safety?\n\nMoving carefully, the bard pushes himself up from the undignified sprawl the viciously poisoned dart had left him in, pulling the offending projectile out of his back with a grimace. He pulls himself into a standing position, listening further to the conversation between the Drow commander and Ginevra. He is experienced in the art of delicate negotiation -- though rarely has he been in a situation more delicate than this -- and he watches both the Drow command post and Ginevra for context clues, something to give him a handle on the situation.\n\n[Fort save vs. Drow poison: 16]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow commander glares at Ginevra from across the cavern for a moment. Under \"normal\" circumstances, Ginevra would be flayed alive, then drawn and quartered by grimlocks for having the insolence to address the commander as if they were equals.\n\nDrow officers are, however, above all highly disciplined and highly intelligent. Her jaw unclenches as she visibly forces herself to relax. She pauses, then speaks clearly but calmly in delightfully accented Common, her voice carrying easily to all of the prisoners.\n\n\"If you do that, neither you nor your fellow prisoners will ever see the surface again. You will all die here, and your bodies will be decapitated and left for the oozes, otyughs, and carrion crawlers ...\"\n\nShe pauses to let her words sink in.\n\n\"But I must admit that you are bold and resourceful, qualities that we drow admire. Put down your weapon and step away. You may go in safety. You have my word.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra throws the commander a scornful look. \"Your word? As far as I know and as far as I'm concerned, your word is worthless. You obviously don't care about anything but the contents of these packages. You consider us beneath you, and you are likely to kill us even if we back down, just to get us off your nerves, because as far as you know, we'll follow you if we're set free.\" Ginevra looks the drow commander directly in the eyes. \"And as far as you know, we're not willing to die to halt your efforts. I've met enough drow in my time, and I know how they think. Well, guess what? You're wrong. Now tell me what's in these packages, or they will be destroyed, though on my own life be it.\" " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard hesitates. His finely-tuned social instinct tells him that the drow commander is speaking the truth, on both accounts. She would not hesitate to have all of the prisoners slain -- likely in some manner considered excruciatingly painful, even by drow -- but she seems sincere in her promise that Ginevra will be free to walk away if she puts down her weapon and does not harm the packages.\n\nThe promise, however, makes no provisions for the other captives -- a subject, incidentally, that is rather near and dear to the bard's heart -- nor in truth for Ginevra's well-being after she walks away. Furthermore, the drow are not precisely renowned for their generosity.\n\nThings are not looking all that hopeful.\n\nStill...\n\nTychus clears his throat, silently offering a desperate prayer to Tymora as he does so. \"Fair Lady, if you will grant me a word...I do not doubt that you will do precisely as you say if the items my companion is threatening are harmed. They must be objects of infinite value when weighed against the lives of a few paltry slaves, and the deaths you visit upon all of us should they be harmed in any way would doubtless be excruciating and terrible.\n\n\"I fear, however, that you may be in a more precarious situation than we, for it is also doubtless that your commander would hold you personally responsible for whatever damages are done to these objects of such great value by mere surfacer prisoners. Whatever horrible deaths await us should my companion damage your prizes, I can only assume that your own would be no less horrible for such failure.\n\n\"When compared to such a prospect, Lady, what value have a few surfacer slaves? For your sake and ours, grant us our meager belongings and allow us to flee unhindered, for if my companion makes good her threats, both our fates and yours will be sealed.\"\n\n[[OOC: Diplomacy Check: 16 + 18 = 34]]" }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Fighter/Sorceress \n\n Reloading her bow, she raises it and aims for the drow commander just as the cave falls silent. Everyone is watching Ginevra, while the elf keeps her attention on the commander, ready to execute if necessary.\n She does, however, listen closely to the conversation. She quicly switches her aim to Ginevra and the packages, glancing at the contents of the open package. She returns her aim to the drow commander, this time concentrating entirely on the base of the commander's head.\n The elf is perfectly aware that whatever the packages contain could possibly be deadly. Or, perhaps, simply something a visitor to the Underdark would not wish to have in their possession.\n But I have been know to be wrong.....once or twice , she thinks as she stands - half visible - steady and prepared to take action if the present conversation became more threatening." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nhiisssht...\nAndrea inhales through clenched teeth as the swordswoman makes her bold gambit. Still...can't fault her nerve. \n\nHe opens his mouth to speak even as the other bard attempts to smooth over the situation, then stops short of making a sound.\n Well said, man. I should think I'd have spoke much the same. If Fortune's gold glint reaches us at this dark depth, your silver tongue surely shines as bright. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid had rolled away and both had been poised to leap into the fray when the the drow leader had called out. The drow male had lowered his falchion and as he prepared to leap he noticed that everyone ahd stopped moving.\n\nLicking his shoulder wound. He moved into a position where he could keep both the drow leader and his opponent in his field of vision." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow commander's eyes flash at Ginevra's words.\n\n\"My word is all that you have and all that you will need. Whether or not you and your companions are willing to die is irrelevant. You all will die if any package is harmed.\"\n\nIt looks like she is about to order her soldiers to finish off the prisoners, but then Tychus clears his throat and speaks.\n\nAlmost against her will, the drow commander is forced to acknowledge the wisdom of his words. Her fists unclench, and she resheathes her dagger.\n\n\"You speak the truth, bard. It will do none of us any good if the packages are damaged or destroyed.\"\n\nShe pauses for a moment.\n\n\"Very well. Leave us the beasts.\" She indicates the lizardman and the gnoll. \"The rest of you may go. Let the Underdark determine your fate.\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin had not been keenly following the discussion as he had been observing the now still grimlocks and a way to his freedom.\n\nHe was wondering what had made the drow leader puase her attacks.\n\nAs she waved to indicate him and the gnoll, his eyes turned into slits as he grew cold with anger at being compared equally with a dogman. He bared his teeth as he made a rattling noise at the back of his thtoat and prepared to fight with all who would dismiss him as a mere beast." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Elf Fighter/Sorceress \n\n The drow commander's words did not fall on deaf ears. As much as she would enjoy sticking around and putting an arrow through each and every drow and grimlock skull, the elf knew that now was the only chance there was to escape totally unharmed. If no one were to take the drow commander's offer, it might not stand for long.\n The elf places her bow back on her shoulder and narrows her eyes in the direction of Tiriel and Ginevra, slightly nodding her head in the direction of the exit in an attempt to silently guiding them to her so they might make a quick getaway. She takes a step back but does not break her stare, hoping that one - or both - will make eye contact soon." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nHearing the drow commander's offer, delivered as if it were a gift-wrapped boon from a feudal lord, Thallios quickly surveyed the arena. The woman, Ginevra, faced off against a handful of drow who could call her bluff at any moment - especially if they thought the package she threatened was a loss but they could prevent her from harming the other packages. The human men, one a bard and the other...? They were effectively removed from battle. The gnoll was still out. The lizard man appeared able to fight on, but could not hold off the falchion-wielding drow and his cohort forever. The drow prisoner seemed well enough to pitch in and lob a few poisoned crossbow bolts.\n\nThallios self-inventoried and came up wanting. A parlor trick or two, and a dagger were all he had left to contribute.\n\nMeanwhile, most of the grimlocks remained standing, as did two handsful of drow.\n\nHe wondered for just a moment, if he could truly walk away leaving two sentient beings as slaves to the drow. They could be sold into servitude, or used in grim rituals, or even be fed to a hideous terror deep in the catacombs of the underdark.\n\nHe looked at Ginevra, then looked at Tychus Helder across the cavern. If either of them could see his face through the darkness, they would see his expression which said: I say we take it. Then we'll come back when we're ready and show these dark elves what we're truly made of. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "When the lizardman bares his fangs and growls, the four drow soldiers surrounding the commander immediately take aim with their crossbows. Their sergeant raises his falchion into a high guard.\n\nThe commander herself seems unconcerned with the lizardman's reaction. She addresses the other prisoners, \"So, it is settled then. Your belongings are here.\"\n\nShe kicks one of the chests, and all can hear a dull clinking of metallic objects within.\n\n\"We will leave the chests that contain your possessions behind. It will only take you about an hour or two to pick the locks I suspect.\"\n\nShe makes a quick hand movement. The sergeant facing Ginevra calls to the grimlocks, who shuffle away from Tiriel and the elf archer/sorceror, back to the packages. Several of the blind creatures gently nudge Ginevra aside, then begin to gingerly cover the wet leaves with canvas and rope. The drow watch the rest of you warily as they quickly prepare to move out.\n\nThe injured or poisoned drow are revived and the slain drow sergeant is wrapped in a shroud and placed onto a makeshift litter. The gnoll is put back into restraints and is dragged off by a grimlock. The grimlock dead are left where they lie.\n\nWithin a surprisingly short period of time, the drow caravan is ready to depart.\n\n[hr]\nA drow soldier approaches the lizardman holding a collar and chain. The falchion-wielding sergeant and his squad watch the lizardman expectantly as if to say, shall we do this the hard way or the easy way? " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian eyes the collar and spits on the ground before the dorw holding it. The steely determination in his eyes not showing the slightest dismay at his odds\n\n The hard way...you balance-forsaken blackskin...the hard way \n\nHe spins but only feints towards the sword-wielder before running and trying to slam into a cross bow wielder. He tries to grab the drow and use him as cover.\n\nOOC: I'm not sure how far I go before I'm cut down but If I can I will use a drow as cover against the bolts and head towards the packages.\n\nSorry everyone. The promise was made in my exclusion. Hence it doesn't apply to me." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n Damn. This isn't going to make our chances of rescuing anyone any easier. He's going to get himself killed... \n Yix! she thinks as hard as she can, looking around quickly for the little dragon. Don't let the lizard-man give up his own life! Tell him we're coming back for him! \n\n(OOC: Spot check=29 )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWhile the Grimlocks may no longer be an imediate threat, Tiriel keeps her sword unshealthed and stands ready.\nShe glances at her friends, aknowledging the elf archer's nod towards the exit, but she doesn't move back.\n\n(OOC: how far away is Tiriel from the archer??)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ginevra looks for the tiny dragon in vain. Either it is well hidden and camouflaged, or it has already made its escape ...\n\n[hr]\nThe drow fire almost before the lizardman moves toward the falchion-wielding sergeant, but the druid moves with the speed of a striking snake, and only two of four bolts strike his leathery hide.\n\nThe lizardman ignores the effects of the drow poison, and instead leaps and twists in midair, landing in front of one of the crossbowmen. The drow soldier's face registers surprise for a split second before his throat is slashed. The drow soldier topples backwards, twitches, then lies still.\n\nThe drow commander glares at the lizardman with exasperation, then raises her finger and blasts him with a series of magic missiles . The lizardman is blown off his feet by the blasts, landing in a smoking motionless heap on the cave floor.\n\nShe switches back to Undercommon to address her lieutenant. \"Chain it, then bind its wounds.\"\n\n[hr]\nThe grimlocks shuffle out of the cave carrying the mysterious packages as well as the bodies of the slain drow and the unconscious bodies of the gnoll and the lizardman. They push past Tiriel and the elf archer/sorceress who stand aside as they pass. Two drow slip ahead of the grimlocks to scout ahead.\n\nThe remaining drow (now reduced to two squads), including the commander, follow behing the grimlocks. They leave without a word, slipping quietly into the darkness.\n\nThey leave behind two locked chests ...\n\n\n\nOOC: The four drow shoot the lizardman (20, 20, 8, 16). Two darts hit for a total of 5 damage. The lizardman makes both Fort saves (20, 24).\n\nThe lizardman hits with two claws for a total of 8 damage, killing one of the drow soldiers.\n\nThe commander hits with MM for a total of 17 damage.\n\nThe lizardman had been hit by two bolts when he was first captured (for a total of 3 damage), and hit twice by the drow sergeant's falchion (for 7 and 7 damage).\n\nThe lizardman has therefore taken a total of 39 points of damage. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe Druid snarls as he killed the drow crossbowman and was about to move when he saw, from his left, two balls of arcane energy shoot unerrringly towards him.\n\nThe pain was agonizing as they hit him sending his muscles into spasm as he crashed onto the ground. The force of the impact knocking the remaining breath out of him. As the drow soldiers approached with chains before them and his vision began to cloud, his thoughts turned back to his mission.\n\nRecollections of a human hatchling and the doom upon her arose in his mind's eye. A dim memory of a promise made by a tenacious gnome. His only hope.\n\nTaking a rasping breath in, \"ssSeh..th..raaa..\" , he moaned.\n\nA barely audible whisper as he shuddered. His face twisted with the agony of failure. It only lasted a moment before the darkness overtook him.\n\nHe lay motionless as the drow surrounded him and bore him away in chains." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n God dammit... Yix thought to himself from his hiding place. His instincts and brain were telling him to stay put, but his goddamn conscience just made him so jittery he couldn't stay in the same place and leave the others to whatever horrible fate awaited them. He was much too locked in his own personal conflict to even really listen to Ginevra's message. After a few moments (regretfully allowing the caravan to leave before he acted), the tiny dragon begrudginly gave in to his conscience and began carefully stalking the caravan as best he could, only hoping it wasn't too late. He stops just before he leaves the cavern, looking back expectantly at his fellow former captives to follow." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard grinds his teeth as he watches the lizardman's courageous charge and subsequent defeat. If only...\n\n\"I will not let this stand,\" he mutters to himself, watching the drow drag the unconscious reptilian warrior off. How it ate at him to see any creature in bondage! And it could have been any one of them that the drow commander had chosen.\n\n\"No,\" he says, long moments after the drow have disappeared into the darkness with their prisoners and cargo, \"No. I will not let this stand.\" He spins on his heel and walks toward the chests, looking to Ginevra. \"How long would it be taking you to get these open, Lady?\" His face is stony. \"We'll be needing our gear if we're to rescue yon lizardman -- and the gnoll, I s'pose,\" he adds as an afterthought, \"and I'll be needing my sword to separate that drow's pretty head from her shoulders.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra watches the departing drow in anger, then controls herself and turns away. Once they are out of earshot, she says, \"Tychus is right, everyone. I'm with you in breaking out the prisoners, but we have to get our posessions back and formulate a plan before we can sensibly attack the drow. Right now, Yix, the little dragon, is the only way we can get into those chests without the risk of damaging their contents. If he'd come over here, I could probably get them open in two hours, and less time if the first chest I open has my lockpicks in it.\" \n Yix! Could you come over to me, please? We can't attack right away, or we'd all be killed. If I can get these chests open, we would all stand a better chance of survival, including you. And right now, you're the only way I have of opening these chests without the chance of damaging what's inside them. Ginevra looks towards the exit of the cavern, trying to meet Yix's eyes." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nYix, grumbling at being forced to let the Drow and their captives get even further away and at literally being used as a tool, still recognizes the wisdom in the she-human's words, and begrudginly returns. Flapping his wings with no extra effort, he lands on the nearest chest and, with a sigh, drapes its carefully limp tail over its lock for the she-human to use." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe thin, tired blue-haired elf dropped to his knees once the drow had vacated the cavern. \"I am ever surprised by the cruelty of drow... the way she treated the lizard man. She was genuinely evil,\" he said, referring to the just-departed drow commander.\n\nThallios was struck by the conflicting emotions of joy to find himself free again, and shame for having left the lizard man and the gnoll in the hands of the drow so easily. Would I have surrendered them so readily if they had been moon elves? he asked himself pointedly.\n\nHe stood and turned toward the rest of the group and the chests. He cleared his throat as he approached. \"I share your strong emotions, Tychus Helder. Ginevra, I have this drow dagger, which you are welcome to have. Perhaps it will aid you in opening these chests.\" Thallios held out the dagger for her to take.\n\nAddressing the two women who have recently arrived in the cavern, Thallios bowed slightly. \"My ladies. I am Thallios Ilphunodel. Please accept my gratitude for your timely arrival and brave assault on our captors.\" Had he been clothed properly in his sturdy but handsome wizardly robes, the gesture may have seemed noble." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark, the drow prisoner, watched impotently as his kinsfolk dragged away the lizardman, his sole companion and friend here in the Underdark.\n\nTrembling with helpless rage and still weak from the wounds he had suffered when he was captured, he collapses to his hands and knees, beating his fists on the cave floor.\n\nEventually, he sags to the ground completely and rolls over onto his back. Shading his eyes from the slowly fading daylight, he mumbles to himself in Undercommon ...\n\n[hr]\nGinevra uses both the tiny dragon's stinger and the drow dagger to work at unlocking the chests. It takes her only about an hour to get both chests open.\n\nAs promised, the chests contain your gear, neatly packed away by the drow.\n\nThe initial thrill of unexpected freedom fades as the daylight spell ends. As darkness descends upon the cave, a cold reality sinks in. You are lost in the Underdark with almost no idea how to get to the surface ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nFrustrated and still quivering with rage, Trinark pushes himself up off the cold stone floor. In thickly accented Common he hisses, \"We...must...follow. Take your...items, get ready.\" \n\nTrinark immediately looks for his longsword, his only important possession remaining. He will also examine the chain shirt to see if he could wear it until they free the Gnoll.\n\n[OOC: DR, is there anything left to eat? Did the potable water get overturned during the fight? Also, is Trinark's longsword among the items?]\n\n[OOC2: Please see the OOC thread also.]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nJust before the darkness spell ends, Ginevra spies her backpack, and picks it up. Seeing the light from inside, she opens the pack quickly and efficiently and pulls out her everburning torch . She then starts looking around with the torch for anything else of hers that might still be there, especially her cloak, her weapons, and her bracers." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nTiriel watches the drow pass into the cavornous darkness until they fade from her sight. She marks their direction of travel on the stone floor the point of her long sword. Satisfied, she sheaths her sword and walks towards the others.\nWhen she gets close to Ginevra she folds her arms over her chest and smilies as she watches her friend struggle with Yix's tail to unlock one of the chests. It may work, but it looks absurd.\nShe'll stay silent until Ginevra finishes, not wishing to break her concentration.\n\nWhen Thallios introduces himself, Tiriel tries her hardest not to laugh, the best she manages is a broad smilie.\n\" Well met Thallios. You may call me Tiriel and I am truly sorry that I didn't get to engage any of the troublesome drow. " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nHis pride insulted and his impatience growing by the second, Yix was by no means in any sort of a positive mood. Very annoyed at this waste of time (at least, as he sees it, as he has no equipment and doesn't need torchlight to see), he looked straight at the Drow and demanded, You. Drow. What do you know of these tunnels? Where do your kin take captives? " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios considered the smiling, longsword wielding woman. Her sense of humor puzzled the elf for a moment, until he considered the handful of other adventurers he had met in his travels who seemed to become energized and enlivened after a fight.\n\n \"Tiriel,\" he said, trying her name out. \"I daresay you kept those grimlocks from interfering with Ginevra's inspired extortion scheme! We'll be getting to those drow soon enough.\" He looked over to the elf woman with the longbow. \"And your friend's timely shafts prevented a slave bloodbath.\" \n\nWhen Thallios noticed his Handy Haversack among the gear in one of the chests, he grinned widely and snatched the sack eagerly. Though the sack bulged slightly and hung from his grip as if it carried a few pounds of gear, it actually contained an extradimensional space which he hoped contained his spell book, potions, scrolls, clothing, etcetera.\n\nHe prayed silently Corellon Larethian, hear my prayer. Please help me to bring justice upon those who imprisoned me, and in particular the foul dark elves who shame us all, my evil cousins the drow. Thallios pushed the wooden hook that secured the sack through the leather loop one-handed, and threw the flap back from the top of the haversack. He reached in and felt around, his arm vanishing up to the shoulder as he bypassed the first few items he encountered and felt about for each of his belongings.\n\nHe pulled his arm out, and in his hand was a corner of his fine blue robes. It was all there! Thank you Corellon! \n\nIn short order, while others were still sorting armor and weaponry, and the mini-dragon flew about impatiently, Thallios was dressed and slinging his spell component pouch onto his finely-wrought belt.\n\nThe last item he pulled from his sack was his rapier. The hilt detail was a beautiful leaf and grape motif, while the guard was crafted in an intricate web of grape vines. He closely examined the blade, and satisfied himself that the weapon was in good condition.\n\nHe then offered his help to anyone who needed an extra pair of hands." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n Giving Thallios a slight nod of her head, she says in an aggravated tone, \"I am the one that helped save your ass,\" she grins. \"I suppose we shall see whether or not it is a pleasure to meet you,\" she says with faux sweetness, her words dripping with sarcasm.\n Turning to Tiriel, she continues, \"I do not feel comfortable continuing this 'rescue' mission for the....\" she snarls ever so slightly \"... lizard . I firmly believe that we should continue on our way. We need to get out of the boundaries of the Underdark, as soon as possible.\" \n\n((ooc: sorry i posted a little late. i had to work 12 hour shifts two days in a row.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the light cast by Ginevra's everburning torch, each of you is able to recover your possessions, seemingly undisturbed by the drow.\n\nGinevra is happy to be reunited with her friends, the bold fighter, Tiriel, and the somewhat dour elf archer/sorceress, whom Ginevra introduces as Si'rene.\n\nSi'rene's point is well taken. Some would argue that pursuing a drow/grimlock force (almost three dozen strong) through the Underdark in the hopes of mounting a rescue is a fool's undertaking.\n\nAside from Trinark or perhaps the tiny dragon, none of you have any attachment to either the gnoll or the lizardman. You don't even know their names. Neither gnolls nor lizardkin are particularly fond of elves and humans anyway, and it is doubtful that if the situation were reversed that a band of gnolls or lizardkin would risk their necks to save one or two human slaves ...\n\nOn the other hand, none of you know the way out of the Underdark. An argument could be made that your best bet would be to follow the drow (if possible) at a safe distance, hoping that their path might somehow lead you close to the surface at some point.\n\nOne might counter-argue that you would all be better off heading in exactly the opposite direction as the drow ...\n\n[hr]\nYou introduce yourselves to each other and debate your next course of action while you recover your gear. Several of you seem to be fully equipped for an expedition, but others (like Trinark) seem to have little in the way of possessions.\n\nTrinark clutches a longsword to his chest, his eye sockets sunken and his cheekbones protruding alarmingly. His hair is filthy and matted, and a crooked scar runs down the side of his face. He tries not to look desperate, but he can't help casting sidelong glances at the rations the others' possess.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: None of you is badly injured. Please continue introducing yourselves, and work out whether you want to chase after the drow, or rest. " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard's hopes soar as the chests are opened and he sees the familiar glimmer of his equipment in the light of Ginevra's everburning torch. He had been silently afraid that the drow had left them two boxes full of rocks, leaving them helpless and alone in the Underdark and essentially sealing their fate. Tymora be praised, such was not the case.\n\nHe pulls his chain shirt from among the miscellaneous arms and equipment crammed into the chest and shrugged into it; he no longer feels quite so exposed. His amulet, his ring, his cloak, the small brown pouch of spell components, the handful of potions he called his own, and a wandful of healing magic -- all settle into their rightful places on him.\n\nAnd finally, his sword.\n\nHe cannot help but grin as he pulls his swordbelt from the chest and buckles it about his waist, drawing forth the blade and acclimating himself to its balance again.\n\n\"By the Lady's smile,\" he murmurs, hefting the sword and sliding it back into its sheath, \"good it is to handle a blade once more.\" And in truth, he looks better; a flashing smile comes easily to his lips. He is among strangers, lost in the Underdark with little enough in the way of rations, having narrowly escaped a life of slavery among the drow -- and yet he feels more lively than he has in a long time.\n\nThe bard moves to join his conversing acquaintances, giving a nod of greeting as he joins the group.\n\n\"Tychus Helder, battle-poet, tale-teller and swordswinger, at your service.\" He grins infectiously, obviously in a fine humor. \"My deepest thanks for your timely rescue, ladies. Tiriel and Si'rene, I believe, yes?\" He delivers a sweeping bow. \"We are in your debt. You have risked much to help us -- or help your friend, rather -- and certainly owe nothing to the two who have been carried off by the drow.\" His grin dampens a bit. \"Sure and I have no love for the gnoll, myself -- nasty, uncouth beast that he seems -- but the lizardman shielded me with his own body in the fight, and I'll not be leaving a creature of such courage and spirit to the cruel pleasures of the drow. 'Specially not when I'm beholden to him in any manner.\"\n\nHe shrugs. \"As I said, you owe them nothing -- but I and several of the others, it seems, are bound and determined to track the drow and set the lizardman free. And, truth be told, there are worse things in the Underdark than the drow, things one would not wish to encounter with no more than a sword or two. Will you not come with us, and benefit from our blades and spells as we would from yours? If you are as lost down here as the rest of us seem, then any one direction's good as the other, and mayhap in tracking the drow we'll come upon one of the routes they use to reach the surface -- a way out of this forsaken place, to see the clear stars above.\"\n\nThe bard is, like most others of his profession, perhaps a trifle garrulous; nevertheless, his tone is earnest and there is no mistaking the keen light of battle-lust that kindles behind his eyes." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGrumbling and swearing in various languages, Ginevra pulls out her dagger, shortsword, and crossbow. Sheathing the blades (and grumbling), she swings the backpack onto her back and hangs the crossbow from a loop over the top of the pack, and secures it--with one hand-- at the bottom, throwing in a few good curses in the tongue of the dwarves. She finds her cloak, though it seems almost invisible, blended in with its surroundings, and dons it, still grumbling, though this time in Elven. Her two throwing knives go up her sleeves, in sheathes, and her belt pouch, with a few useful potions (still luckily unbroken) clips onto her belt. Her bracers go on her wrists.\n\nShe looks up. \"Tiriel, S'irine, I agree with Tychus. It could easily be any of us being dragged away in chains now, even you or I. Besides, we don't know the way out of here, unless our friend here can guide us.\" She gestures to the drow holding the longsword. \"Our best chance is probably to follow the track of the caravan to somewhere where we can get our bearings, then pick a direction and go that way. If we can help the prisoners along the way, good. I don't like seeing any creature in chains, no matter their race. Besides, the lizard-man is obviously a warrior, who would rather die than live enslaved.\" \n \"Like Tychus said, we don't really know the way out from here anyways, unless you can direct us all to the... to the place I was captured. And the group of us, together, stand a much greater chance of survival than the three of us. And if all of them split up as well, they'll all lost very quickly and probably dead within a week. None of us can stand that on our consciences. We all need to help each other to survive.\" " }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nYix, suddenly realizing his hunger, moves towards and quickly begins to devour the bread that had previously been set out for the prisoners. After only a couple of bites, though, he chances a glance at Trinark, and is suddenly filled with pity, despite his hatred of Drow and selfishness. After a few moments of internal conflict, he thrusts the bread in his claws angrily towards Trinark, glaring in another direction.\n\nIts clear he's been paying no attention whatsoever to what the others are saying." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n Crossing her arms across her chest, she looks at Tychus, annoyed. \"Please, do not waste words on appreciation for my efforts in your rescue. Sucking up does not, in fact, suit you. I am, however, slightly please to make your humble aquaintance, seeing as I have no choice in the matter.\" Looking to Ginevra, Si'rene's hard eyes seem to soften. She turns back to Tychus. \"Far be it for me to interfere in your burden of rescue reimbursement.\" One hand reaches up to rub her forehead in thought as she turns her attention to Ginevra. \"However, if you are hell bound on rescuing said animal, I suppose I could be inclined to assist.\" \n Si'rene gently takes Ginevra's arm and guides her a few steps away from Tychus. \"Let it be known that I have no loyalty to this creature, much less sympathy, and I am not keen on wasting arrows on him either,\" she whispers. \"Tiriel and I came to rescue you . No one else.\" She pauses, turning to look Ginevra eye to eye. \"So if you want to embark on such an obtuse quest, you know that I will help. Though do not expect me to enjoy, or take pride, in it.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra, Looking Like a Wet Cat \n \"Maybe I won't do it, if you're going to complain the whole way. You'll set us up to be noticed.\" Ginevra smiles. \"However, I thank you for your consideration. I'd like to remind you that we all stand a much better chance of survival in one large group than many smaller groups. We need to stay together, and we all need to trust each other. And even having one person constantly complain can make it lot worse for everyone. I know you hate the whole idea, but please, keepit to yourself.\" She moves away from S'irene and looks over at the drow holding the longsword.\n\n It could be a problem, getting him to trust us. Actually, it'll probably be more of a problem getting everyone else to trust him. Well, we have to start somewhere. \n\nMoving towards the drow, she says in Undercommon, \"What is your name? Please, take some bread.\" She reaches down, and, taking the bread from Yix on the floor, lifts it up and offers it to the drow." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nAs the Harper gathers his posessions, he appears to be thinking his way through the situation intently. Once things are in order, he rises and turns to the fellow former captives and addresses them rather somberly\n\n \"Greetings, companions. As Tychus here has made clear, it's only right to attempt to free the creatures. They are intelligent humanoids and well, frankly I'm embarassed at myself for this whole fiasco. Gods know that lizard man showed me how a warrior should act without his arms...\nIn any case, I know none of you and so I have little say in the matter, but for myself... I'm following our eloquent friend here and hoping for a smile from the Lady on the gold coin. \n\nwith this last bit, he nods toward the bard affirmingly. After a moment's pause, he perks up a little and gives a sly smile toward Ginevra,\n\n Oh, and worry not about following their tracks... I'll be upon them before you've got your bodice strapped up. \n\nhe winks at the warrior woman and turns, inspecting the ground, walls, and even sniffing the air in the direction that the caravan exited the cave.\n\nsurvival: 10 + 8 = 18\n\n[ooc: well, he may not be able to back up his claim here. still, he'll take as much time as needed to get somewhere. hopefully the fact that there were a lot of them, and they carried unwilling hostages, will help...]" }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nYix, shocked and quite offended that someone else would even dare to take his offering to the Drow, nevermind take credit for it, demands from Ginevra, Ungrateful lout! How dare you steal food from a dragon! , puffing out his chest as he telepathically spoke in an attempt to look larger and more forbidding, his nose high in the air in disgust at the she-human's actions." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nAs the elf checked the condition of his short bow and his quiver of arrows, he considered the skills and experiences that he'd accumulated over the previous few years. Testing the draw on his bow felt so natural, though his actual martial training had been minimal in his home village. In fact, he might have had no training at all had it not been for his lovely Arialthina who herself had been an avid sword fighter and archer. It was more than a little alarming to think about how many times over he'd be dead, had it not been for that minimal training.\n\nBut eventually, after enough encounters, even a wizard's skill at martial combat improves. He was sure that in a fight, were he to run out of spells, he could adequately defend himself against the average orc soldier.\n\nStill, though examining his weaponry was now a mostly reflexive activity and the motions and sensations were familiar and even comforting, there was also a feeling of alienness to it. He wondered if he should make a point of enhancing those skills at some point, though it might slow the pace of his spell research.\n\nSatisfied that his belongings were just as servicable as when he was captured by that lout Rafaros, Thallios set them by his side and arranged his bedroll into a meditation mat. Since the others didn't appear to be actually leaving the cave, he decided that a little meditation wouldn't hurt. And if the others decided to rest, he'd already have a head start. He didn't need as much rest as a human, so even if they decided on a brief rest, he might be able to prepare more suitable spells." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra glares at Andrea, then, not looking at Yix, says to the drow, You give thanks to our dragon friend Yix, here, for the bread. I hadn't noticed any remained. I wish you good luck. Ginevra stumbles somewhat over the Undercommon words. She then sits down, looks right at Yix, and thinks, Without you and your help, it is very likely that none of us would be free or even uninjured, you included. I am trying to help all of us, not just me, and not just him. She forms a mental picture of the drow. I am sorry that I offended; I uneducated in the ways of dragons. Your race has inhabited Faerun long before mine, and your culture and ways of living are much different from mine. I recognise our differences, and I am eager to learn more of your ways, if you choose to reveal them. I realise my limited understanding of your kind, and I again deeply apologise for any insult I may have given you. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ginevra, Tiriel, and Si'rene debate their next course of action briefly but heatedly. It is obvious to the others that the three women know each other well enough to push each other's buttons as only friends or family can ...\n\nThe three women were part of a caravan that was planning to cross the Glimmersea to get from Velprintalar to Telflamm, but before it could do so, it was ambushed by slavers. Most of the members of the caravan were scattered, killed or captured. Ginevra, being judged valuable, was passed on to the drow unit heading back to Undrek'Thoz. Thus, she joined the other \"special\" slaves that were being transported back to the Segmented City.\n\nObviously, Tiriel and Si'rene escaped capture and managed to free their compatriot (inadvertently freeing almost all of the other prisoners as well), and they can lead the party back toward where Ginevra was captured. But even if they did backtrack, it might not actually be helpful, since they would still face the problem of being lost in the Underdark.\n\nIt might be possible to follow the drow, though the stony terrain won't make it easy to do so. Presumably, the dark elves will be navigating a relatively safe path through the Realms Below. Whether it would be better to just trail the drow, awaiting an opportunity to break for the surface, or whether the party should risk their lives for that of a gnoll and a lizardman might be a debate that will have to be settled \"on the road.\"\n\n[hr]\nEveryone is tired and perhaps a little cranky. It is agreed that it would be wise to take a brief rest before moving forward.\n\nThe cavern has a single entrance, which theoretically should make it easy to defend, but as Tiriel and Si'rene proved, it is possible to defeat almost any watch or sentry if you are determined enough, so no one is eager to let their guard down completely.\n\nTo avoid attracting too much attention, Ginevra douses the everburning torch while members of your motley group take turns catching some sleep. Some whispered conversations take place in the darkness.\n\n[hr]\n\"I am Trinark of House Tel'von.\" The drow with the scarred face introduces himself quietly in Undercommon.\n\n\"Thank you for the bread, but I am afraid that I seem to have little appetite ...\n\n\"To make a long story short, the lizardman druid was part of a group of adventurers who rescued me from a pair of driders. We journeyed together, facing many obstacles and horrors, only to find a mind flayer awaiting us on the shores of the Sea of Starry Night.\n\n\"Only the lizardman and myself refused to bargain with that unholy aberration. We wandered by ourselves for several days before being ambushed by those soldiers. The rest of our story you know.\n\n\"So you see, we are bonded by circumstance, by a shared morality, and by blood that we have spilled together ... I really have no choice in the matter.\"\n\nHe raises his sword into the darkness.\n\n\"I swear, druid, in front of these witnesses that I will free you as you freed me once and as these strangers have freed me now. I will do this, or I will die in the attempt.\"\n\nHe lowers his sword and falls silent, lost in his own thoughts ..." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n Si'rene walks off by her self, obviously upset about the whole situation. It is understood that she will go along with what ever plans are made, whether she throughly wants to or not. She is, however, irritable and needs a break.\n She takes a seat on the floor of the cave with her back against the wall, facing the entirity of the cave and all its present inhabitants. She takes a paper and tloose tobacco out of her bag and proceeds to roll a cigarette.\n She is particularly fond of this tobacco. She happened upon it in a Market Place from a dwarven merchant. It comforted her during stressful periods, though she had been rationing it for some time now.\n She finishes rolling the cigarettes and places it between her lips. Taking out a match, she strikes it on the cave floor, hiding the light with her hands. She inhales slowly and exhales with a slight sigh of relief.\n She props her elbow on her knee and runs her fingers through her short, silvery hair and ponders the upcoming quest with slight contempt. More stress than I need right now. But if it has to be done, it has to be done. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nNot liking how her two friends have handled the situation, Tiriel decides that, yes, this is a time to be serious.\n\nShe walks through the darkness to where the drow lays and wispers, \" I don't know if you can understand me but if you do, then please answer; it will speed our departure.\n\"The question of the hour is this: can you guide us out of the Underdark? If you can, then everyone will be more willing to help you find and rescue your lizard friend.\" \n\nOOC: this is in common." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark looks blankly at Tiriel, but when Ginevra translates, he shakes his head sadly.\n\n\"Perhaps if we get closer to Undrek'Thoz, I will recognize some landmarks. I am not sure how long I was unconscious, but I assume that we are not more than a few days from the Glimmersea. More than that I can not say without a chance to get my bearings ...\"\n\nHe stands suddenly.\n\n\"The longer we wait, the farther away the soldiers will be. Shall we be off?\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Marching order? " }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe bard's mouth quirked slightly at being referred to as a \"suck-up\", but he refrained from response. The woman seems...abrasive, self-interested. But it is, of course, naive to assume that every potential alliy might share his views and his temperament. This Andrea, however -- he is both a bard and a follower of the Smiling Lady. The two of them might well establish some common ground. And both Thallios and Ginevra showed both initiative and good sense in attempting to escape the bonds of the drow; if he is going to trust anyone, he would likely do well to trust them.\n\nWith a bow, he had withdrawn from the group and made his rest some distance away, regaining the fulness of his spellcasting abilities.\n\nAs the group gathers later and begins to move towards the mouth of the cavern, Tychus makes his way towards Thallios and falls in step with the elven wizard.\n\n\" Hail and well-met once more, friend, \" he murmurs in lightly-accented Elven, stretching and making certain his sword is loose in its scabbard. He nods in Si'rene's direction subtly. \" What do you make of that one? Her friends seem willing enough to go along on our little quest, but I cannot shake the feeling that she is...unreliable. \" He snorts and shakes his head. \" Likely it is simple prejudice, on my part. I do not take kind in particular to the rude. Have you all your spells prepared then, my friend? \"" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf closed his eyes and pressed his palms against his knees. It was a part of his own personal ritual and a way to bring his study to a close. He then shut the cover of his spellbook and fastened the strap that secured it.\n\nAs he assembled his belongings again, folding the bedroll and checking the vials of potion and scrolls that he wanted to keep within reach as they travelled, he thought about his role in this little make-shift party they'd assembled.\n\nFrom his observations, it was clear that the human men were both bards and at least one of them was also learned in combat. The elf woman, with the tendency toward foul-temperedness, appeared to be a spell caster of some kind. As far as he knew, the four of them were the only ones with spellcasting abilities.\n\nThallios began to consider the most effective way to support his comrades when they came upon the drow party.\n\nWhen he walked toward the cavern's exit, Tychus came up alongside and greeted him. It didn't strike him as at all odd that the human was speaking elven... didn't everyone?\n\n \"Greetings Tychus Helder,\" Thallios replied. Responding to the bard's question about Si'rene, he said \"She's a curious one. I do think she nearly laughed at me earlier. But despite her bluster, the fact that she came to the aid of her friend speaks volumes. And besides, Ginevra seems a dependable sort.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes, I prepared my spells. I'm about as prepared as I can be, though I fear my collection of arcana may not be suited for the underdark. I have a few buffs to dispense, and I'm trying to decide to whom they should be applied, and when...\" Thallios shook his head, as if to say, 'enough, I can't decide so I will wait.'\n\nHe looked around at the assembly as they formed up in order. \"So how did a devotee of the Smiling Lady end up in these glorious halls?\" \n\n\nOOC: the above assumes we did indeed get our needed rest. Thallios will form up beside Tychus, preferably near the center of the group where a mage belongs. ;-)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra awakens, yawns widely, and listens in on Thallios' conversation, though only understanding a few scattered words. She quickly and efficiently packs her belongings and checks the locations of her blades, her crossbow, and the few potions she has. Then she ambles up to the forming group of mismatched would-be rescuers and takes a position at the back, where she could watch everyone and make sure the group wouldn't be ambushed from behind. She could also slip off into the shadows if need be.\n\n(OOC: Backstabbity! ;))" }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n Si'rene silently watches everyone wake up and move to gather their things. No one noticed that she did not even close one eye for more than a second. Some say its a weakness, her random lack of sleep, while others are fully aware of how valuable it is.\n She slowly stands and throws her bow over her shoulder. She stands, waiting for the others to move in a specific direction. She, of course, will bring up the rear." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\n Yix growls approvingly at the she-human's haste in apologizing for her rudeness, giving respect where it was due. With the help of this little boost to his ego, he crawls back to his open cage, the safest place for him to sleep that immediately comes to mind. He paces in a circle for a few moments before settling down, making sure to keep his eyes open so as to not fall asleep for fear of traitors within the ranks of these so far unproven allies.\n\n The tiny dragon's eyes had just begun to waver as the Drow suddenly arose. With a start, his head perked up, eyeing the dark elf suspiciously. As the others begin to stand and apprently prepare to move out, Yix slowly and meticulously emerged from his cage and, after looking around carefully for any enemies that might be hiding (you never know), flew to Ginevra's shoulder, still keeping a close eye on the other former captives in case one of them tried to pull something." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark volunteers to take the point, having the ability to see comfortably in the dark.\n\nTiriel walks close behind, holding Ginevra's everburning torch in one hand.\n\nAndrea and Tychus follow, keeping a close watch to either side, occasionally exchanging ditties or short fragments of song. Thallios walks behind them, both for protection and companionship.\n\nHanging back to the rear are Ginevra and Si'rene. The elf keeps an arrow nocked at all time, frequently peering behind the party with her keen eyes to ensure that no one sneaks up from behind.\n\nThe little dragon (who had been waiting impatiently for the humanoids to rest and gear up) eagerly shoots off into the darkness, scouting ahead. It periodically flies back to the party, resting on Ginevra's shoulder briefly before dashing off again.\n\n[hr]\nThe drow caravan is not hard to follow at first. They obviously know where they are going and seem to be in somewhat of a hurry to get there. Occasionally, the trail takes unexpected detours down narrow, irregular tunnels or an unexpectedly circuitous route through what appears to be an open, uninhabited cavern. Presumably, the drow are avoiding known hazards or dangerous denizens.\n\nAfter several hours of marching, everyone is tired and ready for a break. The dragon flies on ahead to seek out a good spot to rest. After a few minutes, it returns. It seems agitated.\n\n Douse the light! There is someone hiding around the next bend ... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nIn Undercommon, \" I can't guarantee that I can easily find my way to the surface. I spent a long time as an outcast and slave. When you are wondering if tomorrow may be your last day...you don't tend to notice where you're going. As I promised my Druid companion, I will aid you as best as I can. You have my word on that.\" \n\nTrinark accepts any food or water offered to him. Lacking many possessions other than his Longsword, he begins walking toward the cave exit." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra slips into the shadows at the sides of the passage, listening intently for any new or abnormal sounds, different from those made by her traveling companions, and if possible, to pinpoint the location of any possible attackers. She whispers a few words, and the everburning torch goes out." }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n Notices Ginevra scurry into a shadow, and she prepares for the torch to go out. She takes slow, noiseless steps into another shadow that completely hides her entire body. She silently kneels down on one knee.\n Si'rene pulls her bow up and looks through the scope in the direction that they were heading. Tricky little.... she curses Trinarck mentally. That weasel led us into a trap! \n She wishes it were lighter so she could give Ginevra that \"I told you so\" look. But instead, she waits." }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\nAs the light goes out, the Harper taps Tychus to indicate that they split up. He slips out of line toward the wall of the passage as quietly as possible, notching his bow and listening for whatever approaches." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nWhen the light is hooded, Trinark takes three steps forward and moves against the wall to the right. He doesn't take great pains to conceal himself, he simply looks like he is waiting.\n\n[OOC: Ready action for Full Defense if he is attacked.]" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf's eyes open wide when he realizes that he just heard the telepathic warning from the little dragon. So it DOES talk! \n\nBy the time he realized that there was danger, his travelling companions had nearly all vanished into the shadows. (OOC: if there are sources of light to cast shadows)\n\nThallios retreated from the center of the passage, into any shadows he might find and behind the cover of stalagmites or other terrain.\n\nEveryone had gone silent, so it was no time for a spell or a scroll...\n\nPressing his back against the stone he used as cover, he faced the opposite direction, hoping to spot any kind of flanking forces sneaking up behind. He quietly withdrew an arrow from his quiver and slipped it into place, putting a few pounds of pressure on the longbow." }, { "author": "Corridorgeist", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus, too, is startled at the telepathic warning the little dragon had given them. Handy, that is...might've come in useful earlier. What an interesting creature, he ruminates, nodding as Andrea taps him on the shoulder and pressing himself to the wall on the opposite side of the passage.\n\nNot for the first time during his sojourn through the Underdark, Tychus wishes for the ability to see through the darkness, such as the dwarves and drow were reputed to possess. Hand on the hilt of his sword, he breathes lightly and easily, knowing how little the wall would likely conceal him from something that could likewise see in the dark, as most of the creatures of the Underdark seemed able to. Still -- he waited." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The darkness is total and impenetrable, even for those of you with low-light vision.\n\nEveryone freezes and tries to remain as silent as possible. Each of you strains your ears for any hint as to who or what might lie ahead.\n\nA faint wheezing reaches your ears. Whoever or whatever is hiding around the next bend isn't trying very hard to keep quiet.\n\nThe breathing is labored and ragged. Occasionally the creature coughs wetly.\n\n\n\nOOC: PM's will be sent to those of you with darkvision ... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWill hand Thallios the dead torch and draw her longsword as quitely as she can.\n\nOOC: who \"heard\" Yix? And those who did, are you going to tell the rest what's goin' down?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Yix communicates telepathically in Common. Anyone who can understand Common \"heard\" its warning. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nStraining to hear more than the quiet wheezing noise, Thallios began to imagine someone was right in front of him. Then something brushed against his arm!\n\nIt was a hand, holding something. He felt a piece of wood being pressed into his hand, and recognized the feel of a torch. He realized that it must be the everburning torch that Tiriel had been carrying.\n\nIn the darkness, Thallios ran his other hand up the torch's length until he came to the top of the torch and felt the cap that had been fashioned to cover and block the illusory flame. He familiarized himself with the cover so he would know how to remove it in an instant when necessary.\n\nHe wondered what the plan was. After the torch was capped, he sensed that those around him had melted into the walls and he tried to do the same. But without his sight, he didn't really know who was doing what. He supposed that somebody must be able to see in total darkness, but didn't know who.\n\nSo, he prepared to unleash light from the torch at some ill-defined point when it seemed to make sense.\n\n Well, why not? \n\n[EDIT]\nOOC: what? there's a deactivation word for the everburning torch? I assumed it was covered. shoot... I'll edit this post again once I know if Thallios knows the activation word... DR? Knowledge: Arcana +13.\n[/EDIT]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra slowly draws her shortsword, making as little noise as she can. She holds it down, by her right side. Almost cautiously, she forms words in her mind. Yix...? Can you tell what it is making the noise? As far as I know, you're the only one that can see in the dark... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thallios holds the stick and fumbles for its cover, only to find that there is no cover. Ginevra's everburning torch is apparently activated and deactivated using verbal commands, but Thallios does not them.\n\n[hr]\n\nSuddenly the hoarse breathing stops. Whoever is up ahead has become aware of your presence and is trying to be as quiet as possible.\n\nIn the ominous silence, there is a faint hissing as party members quietly draw their weapons.\n\nOne of you moves forward quietly. This is sensed almost more by the feeling of moving air than by any sound. You presume that it would be Trinark, the drow, moving about freely in the total darkness.\n\nYix from somewhere up ahead sends back another telepathic message:\n\n Someone is lying down on the ground up ahead. I think ... I think it looks like a grimlock perhaps? " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark moves up to the prone Grimlock, and performs a \"Coup de Grace\" action (if possible) by thrusting his longsword through its throat.\n\n[OOC: I hope this will minimize the noise from the dying Grimlock. I will wait for DRs next message before posting more.]" }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\nKeeps her position, not making a sound. She keeps her breathing slow and steady and her bow notched." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies, hugging the opposite wall carefully and being as quiet and discreet as he can, trying to get a better view of his opponent. He swears to himself as the Drow stupidly plunges headfirst into battle, knowing nothing of his opponent but his whereabouts, and stops, poised to strike if need be." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nIf there were any light, Thallios would inspect the everburning torch for any evidence of how to activate it. But there wasn't. Frustrated, he set the torch down between his feet.\n\nAfter the little dragon's announcement, and the sudden hiss of drawn weapons, there was silence again. Well, Thallios knew his hearing wasn't particularly attuned, so he resigned himself to being figuratively and literally in the dark.\n\n A grimlock? Lying on the ground and breathing noisily? Perhaps he was wounded back in the cavern and has been abandoned by his brethren, the elf considered. He could tell us much! He might know where they are going, how far we are from their destination. Perhaps even where the drow party will camp next! \n\nThallios began to feel excited about the possibilities presented by the appearance of the grimlock." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra whispers the activation words under her breath, and the torch comes on. If no one is in her way, she will bring her sword up to a ready position." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Light flares up from the torch lying at Thallios' feet.\n\nThe light illuminates a gruesome scene. Trinark stands with his longsword thrust downward toward the ground, impaling a grimlock through the throat. The grimlock lies face up, with a grimace on its face, a pool of black blood slowly expanding from underneath its body.\n\nThe grimlock's body bears several cauterized wounds, likely inflicted earlier by Tiriel's flaming longsword. It would appear that this grimlock was unable to keep up with the drow caravan and was therefore abandoned here along the trail.\n\nIf it could have provided any information about the caravan - how long ago they passed this way, where they are heading, etc. - that opportunity has been lost now.\n\nThe drow shows no emotion as he pulls his longsword free of the grimlock and wipes it clean with a rag." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nExpelling her held breath in a hiss of frustration, Tiriel chokes on the choice words she was about to fling at the drow. Instead she looks at Ginevra and in an amussed tone says,\n\" How about I try taking the lead this time? That way the next time we find someone, we can try talking to them first?\" \n\nShe will also suggest that someone else take the torch since it would only get in her way." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"Hey, I've got nothing wrong with it,\" says the green-eyed woman, shrugging. \"I'll try to talk to Trinark.\" \n\nShe walks over to the drow. \"Trinark, we were just having a discussion. Tiriel would like to take the lead. She thinks that if we meet up with any other grimlocks or wounded drow, she could... force them to tell us how to get to their camp, or even Undrek'Thoz, before they die. Tiriel has quite a... convincing personality.\" " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe blue-robed elf lifts the everburning torch from the stone beneath his feet. He gave it a look now that the passage was well-lit. \"I will carry the torch for the nonce, if Ginevra will reveal the command words to me,\" he said matter-of-factly. The simple glamer intrigued him because it was an innovative design for a well-known device.\n\nHe smiled thinly at the striking woman, the best humor he could adopt under the circumstances. Then he turned his attention to the grimlock body on the floor. Poor ignorant creature. Just doing as it was told. I suppose it was destined to die one way or the other. He approached as closely as he could without stepping in the growing blood pool.\n\nThallios looked up at Trinark. He looked over the dark elf, attempting to appraise the man's intent. Was he deliberately sabotaging the troupe? Or were his intentions honorable?\n\n(OOC: Thallios goes for an unskilled Sense Motive check.)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark turns to Ginevra with a look of smoldering rage in his eyes.\n\n \"It doesn't matter to me whom leads, though I imagine she will have a harder time following the Drow Slavers. Grimlocks deserve no quarter, and I have no intention of granting any. Furthermore, I have no intention of granting an quarter to any of the Slavers should we be fortunate enough to catch up to them. I have fallen under their whips many times, and will take any means necessary to free my Druid friend from their clutches.\"\n\n\"I harbor no malice toward any in your group. As long as they don't come between me and the Slavers, all will be cordial.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is hard to get a read on the drow. His expression is grim, but he does not appear to be attempting to deceive the rest of you. On the other hand, drow are reputed to be masters of deception and treachery ...\n\nAs a compromise, Tiriel and Trinark will lead the party together through the darkness, with Yix flying ahead as a scout.\n\nThe others will follow some distance back with Thallios carrying the everyburning torch.\n\nSi'rene volunteers to cover the rear of the party with her bow and low-light vision.\n\n[hr]\nTrinark and Tiriel follow the slight scuff marks through stony tunnels and vast caverns. Occasionally, the trail is lost when the path crosses small underground streams, but with careful inspection, the fighter and drow are able to pick up the \"scent\" again.\n\nAs before, the caravan appears to be moving quickly, not bothering to remove signs of its passage.\n\nYour party is forced to rest periodically, raising concerns that you will lose ground on the drow, but your party is travelling light, whereas the drow and grimlocks are bearing bulky packages.\n\nApproximately two days into the pursuit, Yix flies back to the party with exciting news ...\n\n I've spotted a couple of drow guarding the tunnel up ahead. Sentries? If so, then the rest of the drow are likely not far away ... " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios 'heard' Yix's warning in his mind. Drow sentries! Quickly, the wizard reviewed his short list of spells he could cast upon his fellows to tilt the advantage their way.\n\nReady in an instant to cast a spell, he waited only for the word to come back... Will we attack immediately, or bide our time and reconnoiter? \n\nThe tense moment of breathless anticipation brought a thought forward in Thallios' mind: Who will step up and lead us in this battle? He knew Tychus Helder, Ginevra and Andrea better than the others. It appeared to him that Tychus Helder was a superb, charismatic speaker who could inspire many followers. Andrea had a similar silver tongue... But, Ginevra was daring and brave enough to conceive and carry out a battle plan.\n\nTiriel was obviously bold in battle, too, and did step up to lead the group as they tracked the drow. The wild card was clearly Trinark, the dark elf. What would he do, and would he work with the party to accomplish their common goals? Would Tiriel rein in Trinark and insist on a planned operation?" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n It would be best if we could attack on three sides, but I don't know who else could sneak around. Tiriel and S'irene would likely be needed at the front. I'm going to have to be the one to break out the prisoners anyways. Damn it... I wish I could see in the dark! They may still have the lantern, but I think gnolls can see in the dark, and lizardkin, so there's no reason for them to have it. That's the only problem. \n\nGinevra whispers, \"I could sneak around to the prisoners, but I'd need some sort of distraction while unlocking their bonds. Even with my lock picks, it would take a while and I would almost certainly be noticed. It would also help if some of us as well as me could sneak around and attack from two sides. Also, if we could easily and quietly take out the sentries, I could sneak in more easily. There is still the problem, though, that we don't know if it's actually the same drow ahead, or if it's a completely independant group.\" She also translates this into Undercommon for Trinark's benefit." }, { "author": "zeorge", "message": " Yix \n\n Yix, never one to pass up a moment to self-promote, replies to the she-human's concerns proudly with a puffed-out chest, Now, I don't like to brag, but... he begins, his practiced demeanor suggesting that boasting was something he did quite often and rather enjoyed, continued, It would probably be much wiser to trust me with such sneaking, as I most certainly would be able to sneak into the camp better than any human could. Those puny guards are no match for me and my mighty sting, fear not. Freeing the prisoners won't be a problem; not with me on the job, anyhow... , ending his boast while picking his nails, as if sneaking into Drow camps, subduing guards and freeing their prisoners were an everyday occurence for him." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Drow Trinark, Cleric \n \"I do not recommend that you underestimate the guards, whether they are with the slavers or not. Drow are known for traps and deception. They could be expecting an attack, or they could have moniored us following them. Is is possible they have set up an ambush, expecting us to attempt a rescue.\" \n\nTrinark waits patiently, occasionally glancing over his shoulder." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nTiriel smilies at the thought of Yix trying to take on the camp. While she does admit that his size will allow for sneaky movement, she doubts he would be able to subdue the two dozen grimlocks and the drow alone.\n\n Yix, is there a place where I could look at the drow without being seen? Tiriel asks, if not, do you recognize them or their armor...? " }, { "author": "paladin_tahmoral", "message": " Andrea \n\n\n[color=Blue]Our dark -- companion... is right. The drow camp will surely detect any pincer attack far in advance. Their senses, especialy their dark sight, are fine enough to spot us with or without our torches.\n\nAs for the two guards, I say we go for a two-part attack. I will lead a small direct strike while the rest stay well behind, ready to move in if we're ambushed." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra translates Trinark's words to the rest of the group. \"I still think that at least me and Yix should sneak in. I'm probably the only person that could free the lizardman and the gnoll, and certainly the one that could do it fastest. And Yix, as he said, could take out many of the drow.\n\nHowever, I think we should refrain from knocking out the sentries, we would want to draw the encampment's attention away from our activities, and the best way to do that would be for the sentries to call for aid.\" Again, she translates this into Undercommon." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n \"I can make two persons invisible, which may help greatly. But remember back in the cavern? The commander used an alarm ward to babysit us. Surely there will be at least one ward between us and the prisoners,\" he warned." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The tunnel is 20 feet wide at this point, zigzagging irregularly. It is the zigzags that have prevented the sentries from being aware of your approach.\n\nYix explains telepathically that the two drow sentries have chosen a vantage point that allows them a clear view of about 60 feet of relatively straight passageway. It would be difficult to get close enough to observe them without their being able to see you.\n\nThere are rock formations scattered about the passage that make it impossible to charge the drow outpost. Futhermore, the two drow have positioned themselves so that the rocks provide partial cover.\n\nYix has been able to peek at them around a stalagmite without being detected, but the tiny dragon was unable to determine exactly what unit the drow are from. It seems likely, however, that they are indeed the drow you have been trailing.\n\n[hr]\nGinevra proposes that she and Yix sneak by the sentries to locate the main group of drow and grimlocks. Once this has been accomplished, the others can mount an attack against the sentries, who will presumably raise an alarm, which will hopefully draw attention away from the gnoll and lizardman prisoners. Invisibility would obviously help.\n\nThallios wisely warns about the possibility of an alarm ward surrounding the prisoners. There is also the question of how the main party will know when it is the right time to spring the attack against the sentries ...\n\nAs you \"listen\" to Yix's description of the situation, some of you wonder if there is any way that the two drow can be ambushed and subdued or killed before they can raise an alarm - a simpler but possibly riskier strategy." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios \n\nThallios worried that they were under pressure to act immediately, which could result in mistakes due to poor planning. But, there was no telling how soon the drow party would move out again. And once they were on the move, it would be challenging to pace them in their own territory without being discovered.\n\n No, he concluded, it must be now. \n \"Consider this plan: I will cast an illusion to make Ginevra and one of the others invisible. You will sneak up to the drow sentries, then distract them with noises or something. Yix will take the opportunity to blindside them with his poisoned stinger. Then, the three of you can infiltrate the camp. If the opportunity is right, you make your move.\" He looked around to gauge the reactions of his new companions.\n\n \"The rest of us must be ready to act instantly if you need us. But with any luck, you'll be able to slip in and do your work undetected. We need to time things so that once you're in place we can draw their attention away, perhaps by simulating an attack on the (now-dead) sentries. We will kill whoever emerges from the camp, creating an even bigger diversion.\" \n\nHe knew the plan was somewhat flawed, but the group seemed to be suffering from indecisiveness. Perhaps his proposal would simply serve to inspire better ideas from the others.\n\n \"We need to determine who's most qualified to join Ginevra in the camp, who would not detract too much from our ability to slay the drow who respond to our distractions. Also, does anyone have a silence spell or some other way to help disguise our invisible friends? Better still, a method of communication?\" " }, { "author": "grey_angel", "message": " Si'rene \n\n She rolls her eyes and chuckles slightly at Thallios' mention of \"who is most qualified.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark listens to the discussion of tactics passively. Then decides to speak up.\n\n \"May I also suggest we have a plan if folks are detected before the sentries are taken out. Trained Drow soldiers can be very effective. Also, I believe we Drow can see further in the dark than you realize. I can demonstrate if you like.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You huddle together, whispering in the darkness as you jointly formulate a plan. The everburning torch is kept partially covered so that the sentries don't spot any illumination from your position.\n\nIt has been at least a day or two since the pursuit began, and everyone seems to have fully recovered from any wounds that had been inflicted from the drow crossbow bolts. Some of you are impatient, wanting to act right away, while others recommend caution ...\n\n[hr]\nA plan begins to take shape:\n\nGinevra and Yix are assigned to take out the sentries. Between Ginevra's backstabbing skills and Yix's poison, it is hoped that the sentries can be taken down quickly and quietly.\n\nSi'rene stands, and her haughty glare makes it clear that she will accompany Ginevra into the drow encampment, which is presumably nearby, once the sentries are eliminated.\n\nAndrea, Tiriel, Thallios, and Yix willl remain behind while the two women infiltrate the camp. At some point, the main party will create a diversion, hopefully drawing the drow away from the gnoll and lizardman prisoners, allowing Ginevra and Si'rene to free them.\n\nAnd then ... well, only Tymora knows.\n\n\nOOC: If there are any other ideas or reservations, now is the time to voice them. Thallios has to choose who to make invisible, and any buffs that will be applied need to be specified ... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel frowns slightly as the \"plan\" takes shape. She realizes the practicality of her two friends sneaking into the camp w/o her, but she'd rather not be alone with a group of strangers. It's not that she doesn't trust the group's intentions, she'd just rather know them and their abilities first.\n\nNor does she believe that a cleric is more adept at \"sneaking\" than she is...None the less, she prepares herself for the upcoming conflict. She mentions that she can caste daylight again if needed." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra acts as translator for Trinark, describing the plan to him. She motions S'irene and Tiriel over to the other side of the passageway, making sure that the rest of the group covers the torch. A whispered conference passes between the three women, with all three finally straightening up and returning to the group.\n\n It's a good plan. Tiriel's not going to like it, but it'll probably work. She just doesn't want to be left out of the fun. \n\nGinevra smiles, and fiddles around with her theive's kit, moving some of the lock picks into her belt pouch, where they will be more easily accesible, wrappping them in a piece of cloth from her kit so they won't make noise as she moves." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thallios sprinkles silver dust in a circle around Ginevra and Si'rene. The two women kneel while Thallios murmurs, waves his hands, then places a dab of gum arabic on each of their foreheads. The two women vanish from sight.\n\n\"Good hunting,\" whispers Andrea as Ginevra and Si'rene stalk off invisibly into the darkness ...\n\n[hr]\nAlmost immediately, the two women run into difficulty. Since neither can see each other, they find themselves either bumping into each other or losing track of where the other is. Out of necessity, the two of them are forced to hold hands.\n\nThe second problem becomes apparent as soon as they follow the tunnel around the next bend. Neither of the women can see in the dark! Yix hovers in the air ahead of them, trying to coax them forward with telepathic directions, but neither Si'rene nor Ginevra are able to sneak very effectively without being able to see the ground beneath their feet. Both of them keep stumbling over rocks noisily.\n\nAll three soon realize that even if they were to make it to the drow sentries without alerting them (unlikely), they wouldn't even be able to see the drow in order to attack them!\n\n[hr]\nFrustrated, the \"strike team\" backtracks to the main party. A quick whispered conference ensues ...\n\n\n\nOOC: The plan will need some minor modifications. Any ideas? " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios selected a stone, a palm-sized one with reflective specks in it, and held it in his left hand. With his right, he drew from his spell component pouch a bit of pinkish moss, which glowed faintly, illuminating the flap of the pouch as it came out. He smashed the moss onto the rock and softly spoke a few arcane power words. The stone began to radiate light, faintly at first, but soon it was lit as brightly as a small lamp.\n\nHe held the glowing stone out, and said \"Si'rene, you can levitate this somehow? Use it to light up your way and reveal the location of the sentries? I'll follow, as far back as I can, and when I spot them, I'm going to place a fireball right between them.\" \n\nThe elf looked at the others, the ones who were visible. \"Somebody should come with me, somebody who can take out any survivor at range. The rest of you should get into position to kill anybody who comes to retaliate.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n It seems like I am going to have to be the sacrifice again. I sure hope Ellistrae is watching. \n \"Perhaps we could try another route, instead of waking up half of the Underdark with explosives? Here is my alternate suggestion. I will serve as the bait. I will move forward with a light, then appear to collapse in the passage way. The sneaky folks who are already invisible can be ready to attack the guards when they approach to investigate. And since I will have the light, they will be able to see and operate normally.\" \n\nTrinark looks down at his clothing, or lack thereof.\n\n \"See...I already look like something a Hobgoblin dragged in.\" " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios nodded, \"If you think the sentries will take the bait and not raise an alarm, then great. But, the ladies need to stay invisible to free the lizardman.\" He looked over at Yix, the tiny dragon. \"Yix, if Trinark can distract the sentries, can you take them out quickly?\"\n\n\"We need to decide now. In the interest of time, I'm for a fast elimination of the sentries. However, Trinark suggests a more subtle approach using him as bait. Ginevra, Si'rene, I think you should decide. You only have about 5 minutes left...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark volunteers to act as bait, and Yix agrees to back up the drow.\n\nTiriel seems almost amused by the party's lack of disorganization, but she places a hand on the hilt of her longsword and nods that she is ready, whatever the plan is.\n\nAndrea frowns, uncharacteristically silent, but he agrees to go along with whatever the rest of the party wants. Tychus, also, has no objections.\n\nGinevra and Si'rene remain silent at first, and you can imagine them both shrugging with indifference. One of them finally whispers, \"Whatever. Let's just do this.\"\n\n[hr]\nTrinark takes the softly glowing rock from Thallios, musses up his hair, and does his best to look even more disheveled than he currently is. Meanwhile the other members of the party prepare themselves using a variety of protective spells.\n\nTrinark looks around to make sure everyone is ready, then takes a deep breath and stumbles around the corner, holding the glowing light as if it is some kind of cursed item. He staggers down the passageway, dragging his sword behind him as if he lacks the strength to lift it. About halfway to the sentries, he collapses onto the ground, letting the light-imbued stone tumble out of his hand.\n\nGinevra and Si'rene, who remain invisible for now, observe the sentries' reactions. The two drow soldiers crouch down behind some protruding rocks, peering suspiciously at Trinark's inert body, which lies some 30 feet from them.\n\nInstead of approaching, however, one of the soldiers raises a light crossbow and aims it at Trinark. The other soldier stands and looks like he is about to head back for reinforcements.\n\n\"They're not buying it!\" hisses Ginevra.\n\n[hr]\n Dammit! thinks Thallios.\n\nThe elf quickly steps around the corner. His eyes are keen enough to be able to spot the drow sentries at the edge of the illumination from the rock.\n\nWith a cry and a pointed finger, he sends a small glowing dot streaking towards the sentries. Before they can react, it detonates with a tremendous BOOM! \n\nA blast of heat buffets Trinark as he lies huddled on the ground. He raises his head then scrambles forward. Reaching the large rocks, he sees that the sentries didn't have a chance - both appear to have been killed instantly.\n\nTrinark hears footsteps approach from behind him. He whirls only to see no one but Thallios far down the passageway.\n\nGinevra and Si'rene laugh as they sweep by him, their passage marked only by the sound of their footfalls and by subtle disturbances in the smoke filled air ...\n\n[hr]\nTrinark takes up a defensive position behind the rocks and is quickly joined by Andrea, Tychus, Tiriel, and Thallios who scoops up the glowing rock as he approaches. Yix flies a short distance forward, and hides in a rock crevice in the ceiling that offers an excellent view of any approaching drow. Put out that light! \n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thallios casts fireball. Both drow make their Reflex saves (+2 due to cover), but the fireball does 6d6 damage to each of them, and even half damage is enough to kill both of them (10 points and 11 points respectively).\n\nPlease make clear exactly what preparations are being made by the \"visible\" members of the party. Also please indicate exactly who has been buffed with what. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n Frelling drow! swore the elf to himself. Can't count on them to be sloppy or careless. \n\nHe scooped up the glowing stone and quickly glanced ahead in the direction Ginevra and Si'rene were headed. The party still had the everburning torch, in case they need light, so Thallios hurled the stone as far down the passage as possible to give the ladies light as they navigate the last portion of their trip to the drow encampment. That should take care of it, little dragon! he sent his thoughts to the dragon.\n\nTurning back, he moved quickly past the first-line defenders, and took up a position behind some rocks where there was some cover. He made sure he could benefit from partial cover while casting combat spells as needed.\n\nOnce in position, Thallios set the everburning torch within reach, ready to activate it when needed. He then checked his longbow and arrows, to make sure they were ready for use and would not get hung up in his robes. Once he ran out of spells, he would need the weapon...\n\n(ooc:\nGinevra & Si'rene - protection from evil\nThallios - Mage Armor\nAndrea - Bear's Endurance\nTychus - Bear's Endurance\nDon't forget about the OOC thread, people!)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra laughs softly as she moves catlike past Thallios, Trinark, and the dead sentries, amused at Trinark's reaction, and enters the corridor beyond, looking around for hidden drow. Through no one can see her, she wrinkles her nose at the smoke and scowls.\n Damn smoke. It doesn't help me at all. The drow won't have any trouble seeing in it, of course. Think, Ginevra! They had some sort of alarm last time. You won't be able to see it, you'll have to work quickly. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thallios hurls the glowing rock down the passage to help illuminate the way for his invisible compatriots.\n\nThe rock bounces once ... twice ... then disappears with a splash! \n\nTiriel and Si'rene are plunged into darkness once again, but there is enough faint light emanating from the stone for them to see that the tunnel slopes downward gently here and that it appears to be filled with water to a depth of about two feet from here on out.\n\nThe tunnel goes on for as far as the two women can see. There is no sound from up ahead and the water is still.\n\nAfter checking the situation out, the two women backtrack and call for the other members of the party to approach with the everburning torch.\n\n[hr]\nThe tunnel seems to continue on in a nearly straight line for as far as Trinark and Yix can see. Yix quickly scouts ahead then returns with news that the tunnel rises up out of the water about 200' up ahead. The tunnel then opens up into an enormous cavern.\n\n Quickly! Yix urges, The drow can not be far ahead! " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark (a.k.a. The Bait) - Drow Cleric \n\n[OOC: To be clear, Trinark casts Shield of Faith on himself after the \"incident\" with the 2 guards. Which brings his effective AC up to 13.]\n\nTrinark whispers before they continue, \"I'm no warrior, don't expect me to lead the charge!\"\n\n\"We should proceed quickly before our pre-cast spells expire.\" " }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nThe long silent Tychus speaks up.\n\n\"Indeed. But before we go running into what is most probably a trap, we at least need to come up with some kind of battle strategy. We know they are intelligent, well prepared foes, and they have the \"homeground\" advantage as it were, we need to find ways to take that away from them.\n\nI suggest a couple of silence spells focused on rocks before battle can be carried in and thrown into the area where spellcasters are, at least it will give us a chance to get into melee with them.\n\nFrom there, I can cast Glitterdust if need be to help with sighting difficult foes, and I can disarm anyone who runs at me with my trusty whip.\n\nWhat else have we got?\"\n\n{w00t, first post here! Hiya guys, hope to be of some use!]" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n \"Tychus Helder, I like your idea - after all, a silent stone makes no 'thud,'\" he joked in a whisper. \"But remember, the drow soldiers must have heard the explosion - at any moment the drow should come at us, and here we stand in the open!\" \n\nHe worried that by coming to the water's edge in response to Ginevra's call, they may have fatally revealed their position. He looked around for cover.\n\n[SPOT +2]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra whispers, \"Be careful with your glitterdust spell. If S'irene or I were caught inside the spell, it would effectively end our invisibility, which we would need to give us the advantage.\" \n And we dearly need that. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWell...it's been an exiciting day so far. Tiriel can't help but think that this resuce attempt is going far worse than the last one. She looks at the standing water and sighs, it doesn't look like there is an easy way to avoid it....\nShe looks at the others, \"There's no way but forwards,\" she says before steping into the water and slogging her way up the tunnel.\n(she'll focus more on making less noise than moving quickly through the water. Dragging her legs instead of highstepping maybe???)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark has salvaged some gear from the charred corpses of the drow sentries. He throws on a charred chain shirt and helmet. He also slips on one of their packs, tucking his longsword through its bindings over his shoulder, where it can be easily accessed. The drow armor transforms him from a scruffy derelict back into a respectable representative of a proud race ...\n\n[hr]\nWith Yix flying ahead, you wade cautiously forward through the waterlogged tunnel, until the grade slopes upward out of the stagnant liquid.\n\nThe everburning torch is kept dark and, because many of you lack darkvision, you form a daisy chain, keeping hold of the person in front of you until Trinark and Yix signal everyone to halt.\n\nA faint greenish glow in front of you marks the opening to the next cavern. Apparently, something is producing some luminescence in the chamber, providing some relief from the total darkness.\n\n[hr]\nSi'rene and Ginevra sneak forward toward the opening and are able to peer into the cavern. They report seeing a vast gallery filled with massive luminescent fungi. They see no signs of any drow or grimlocks ..." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf pressed onward under protest. He felt that continuing to move en masse toward the anticipated drow encampment constituted an unecessary surrender of control. But it would make no sense to resist the will of the group and split off from the party.\n\nHe thought about the sentries they just took out. One of them was clearly headed in the direction they now followed. He must have been headed for other drow soldiers.\n\nWith the light from the phosphorescent fungi, Thallios was able to let go of the person ahead of him.\n\nThen, fearing a possible illusion or other trap, he quietly cast Detect Magic ." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n \"Someone should take a look inside. I have seen chambers that hold large quantities of fungi before. I have heard stories of things called \"groves\" on the surface. I think it may be similar. This could be a source of food, and why it was being guarded.\" \n Poorly guarded, but guarded none the less. \n \"I can go if no one else volunteers...\" Trinark whispers." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"I'll come with you, Trinark,\" whispers Ginevra, just ahead of Thallios. \"No offense, but I don't trust this place, and I don't want anyone to get hurt, except the captors of our friends. Everyone needs someone to watch their back, including you and me.\" \n If it's a food source, then why wasn't it more heavily guarded? There's little enough food in the Underdark, to be sure...yuck. I still wouldn't want to eat that. \n\nTo everyone else, Ginevra says, \"If Trinark would like me to, I'll go with him. I don't trust the Underdark, I don't want any unnecessary injuries, and I certainly don't want anyone getting separated from the group or worse, killed.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thallios scans the \"forest\", finding it more mundane than arcane. It does not appear to be an illusion. The giant mushrooms stand anywhere from 6 to 10 feet tall, with wide trunks. Their gentle phosporescence is greenish-yellow.\n\n[hr]\nBefore Trinark move forward into the cavern, Si'rene puts her hand on his chest. She and Ginevra are no longer invisible, but the elf archer will accompany her friend regardless.\n\n[hr]\nThe rest of the party waits at the cavern entrance, keeping out of sight, while Trinark, Si'rene, and Ginevra slip inside. Ginevra keeps to the shadows. Si'rene keeps an arrow nocked and ready to fire.\n\nThe three of them spread out, but remain in visual contact. They approach the forest cautiously.\n\nA familiar voice calls out from within the fungus forest, \"Are you lost, my friends?\" The words drip with sarcasm and disdain ..." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus just shakes his head at this unexpected turn\n\n\nNo, we're fine, thanks for asking though. Maybe we could help you out, as I doubt you want to be where you are right now..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra, from her hidden position, turns to see the owner of the unexpected voice. You had better not be who I think you are, because if you are that unlucky person, you're about to get your head handed to you on a platter. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The haughty voice continues in lightly accented Common ...\n\n\"I must say shadow-walker that I am surprised to see you again. One would have imagined that you would have had the common sense to flee while you had the chance, along with your friends.\n\n\"It was quite thoughtful of your wizard to warn us of your proximity with the explosion. Usually I depend on my sentries to rouse the alarm, but the fireball did the trick quite nicely.\"\n\nThe hidden commander switches to Undercommon to address Trinark.\n\n\"Hail, brother. You look much more civilized in our armor. One would almost think you were ilythiiri .\"\n\n[hr]\nThe drow commander tone remains conversational, almost verbose compared to your previous encounter with her, but her voice is raised high enough to carry even to those of you still hiding in the tunnel.\n\nIt occurs to you that she might be stalling for time ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nAs soon as Tiriel hears the commander's voice she will rush up to join her two friends (castes protection from evil on herself)." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nUpon hearing the voice Trinark initially froze. He quickly glanced around him hoping his Darkvision would help reveal the enemy.\n\n Dammit, I really hate it when I'm right. \n\nAfter hearing the commander's tone, Trinark knew it was a trap. He looked for the closest cover...expecting to be flanked!\n\nReplying in Undercommon, \"Hiding in the shadows again? You must really feel threatened this time.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n Dammit! She's seen me! It must be the light from these accursed mushrooms. \nGinevra slowly and quietly removes the daggers from her sleeves, hiding them flat against her wrists.\n She might be bluffing, though... at least she had better be. \n\n(OOC: Sense Motive check, please. Modifier +0.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The edge of the \"forest\" is about 100 ft away. Trinark stands exposed, flanked by Si'rene and Tiriel.\n\nSi'rene draws back her bow and sights along the shaft of her arrow. She scans the \"trees\" for any sign of the drow. Tiriel's longsword is drawn and ready, small flames dancing along its blade. Trinark, now armored and helmeted reaches over his shoulder and draws his wickedly sharp sword as well.\n\nAlthough the three of you are in the open, if the drow are hiding among the giant fungi, then they are probably out of effective hand crossbow range.\n\nOn the other hand, there is 100 ft of open ground to cover to get to the fungi, making a straight-on charge a risky proposition ...\n\n[hr]\nGinevra freezes in place. The shadows along the walls of the cavern are deep. Ginevra suspects that the drow commander may very well be bluffing, hoping that Ginevra will give away her position by replying to her taunting.\n\nCautiously, Ginevra continues to circle the perimeter of the cavern, hoping to get a better feel for the tactical situation.\n\nWhile Trinark, Si'rene, and Tiriel draw the drow's attention to the cavern's entrance, Ginevra works her way to the side. There is movement at the opposite side of the cavern from where your party entered.\n\nAlthough Ginevra is over 200 ft from the activity, in the glow from the mushrooms she can see that the grimlocks are sneaking out of the cavern, carrying the large packages on their backs. The grimlocks are accompanied by a number of drow soldiers.\n\n\n\nOOC: The cavern is a rough dome, 100 yards in diameter. The \"grove\" in the center of the cavern is about 100 ft in diameter. The luminescence provides low-light conditions.\n\nTrinark, Si'rene, and Tiriel are standing at 6 o'clock. Ginevra has worked her way around to 9 o'clock. The grimlock exodus is occurring at 12 o'clock, but only Ginevra is aware of it.\n\nThe other members of the party are crouched in the tunnel entrance, unexposed. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nSince Ginevra has effectively dissapeared, Tiriel decides that she'd rather not continue to stand in the open. With a nod to Trinark, she turns to Si'rene she wispers, \"I think we should move. Do you want to tell the others?.\" Tiriel will start to walk towards the nearest wall in the closest direction of the comander's voice..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow commander remains hidden among the luminescent fungi, which are clustered in the center of this vast cavern.\n\nThere is little cover to speak of between you and the fungi. Si'rene, Trinark, and Tiriel back up until they are back at the cavern entrance. The party hurriedly converses as they try to come up with a plan of action.\n\nGinevra step out of the shadows and rejoins the party, informing them of what she has seen.\n\nIt would appear that the grimlocks are carrying the packages to safety while the drow commander stalls for time.\n\nIt is not clear how many drow remain hidden in the fungus forest. Maybe just one; maybe the whole platoon.\n\nA faint rumbling can be felt more than heard in the distance ..." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n Ah, to the nine hells with this, I'm going in. \n\nHaving become tired of waiting, Tychus moves forward from his position in the tunnel, and when he sights his foe, he starts a loud battle song, almost screaming the words, and charges the lone drow, with his whip in one hand and his longsword in the other.\n\n Moving to battle\nAwaiting the slain\nCalling for vengeance\nAnd screaming thy name\n\nThe dead will all meet thee\nTheir pain you will mend\nBut for here and for now\nI give them their end!!! \n\n[OOC: Bardic Music for a bonus to hit and damage, followed by a disarm attempt against the drow. After that, I drop the whip and take to battle with the longsword]\n\n[+14 to disarm with the whip ( +1 for Bardic Music, +2 for charging)]\n[+6 to hit with the longsword]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra slips her daggers back up her sleeves, and draws her shortsword, quietly. She whispers to the others, \"I don't think we should move in right away. There are probably still drow soldiers hidden in there, and we have to be careful about them, or they'll massacre us.\" \n And that rumbling can't be anything good, either... \nGinevra will try to identify or at least determine the location of the rumbling sound.\n(OOC: Listen +6)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nIf any of the others moves forward to attack, Trinark will follow up in support.\n\nOtherwise, I suggest move forward in a concerted effort to engage at least a few of the soldiers guarding the rear." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf moved up alongside the others at the opening to the fungus forest cave. His 'detect magic' attempt had revealed nothing unusual, so he felt somewhat confident that the area was minimally secure.\n\n \"So, what's the plan ladies?\" he asked, unsure of how to proceed. It seemed to him that their enemies had many advantages in their chosen campsite, including excellent cover and knowledge of the area. On the other hand, if the party stuck together, they could surely defeat small portions of the drow complement separated from the rest. Surely the drow defense, if one existed, couldn't be concentrated in one place." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party gathers at the tunnel entrance to plan its assault on the fungus grove.\n\nTo everyone's surprise and horror, Tychus breaks cover and begins to charge across the 100 ft of open space by himself. Tychus' sword is sheathed, instead he unfurls a serpentine whip, which he whirls in complex patterns overhead.\n\nBefore Tychus has covered half the distance to the fungus, a series of bolts streak towards him - thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip. The bolts spark as they strike the ground all around the bard.\n\nBy some miracle, the bolts all miss Tychus, but when the bard realizes that no one is following him, the song dies in his throat, and he scrambles back to the tunnel opening, sheepishly joining the others.\n\n[hr]\nThe stunt wasn't completely useless, however. Thallios and the others were able to note subtle movements behind the mushrooms, revealing the general locations of roughly half a dozen drow, concealed behind the giant fungi.\n\nTrinark digests Ginevra's observations and suggests that the drow may have left a single squad behind to cover their retreat.\n\n\"It looked like the drow and grimlocks were leaving in a hurry,\" whispers Ginevra.\n\n[hr]\nThe rumbling increases in intensity. The source of the vibration is difficult to localize. It feels like it might be approaching from ... below?\n\n\n\nOOC: The drow make astonishingly poor attack rolls at 3 range increments - 3, -1, 2, 1, 6! All 5 bolts miss. " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf compared notes with the others, indicating particular fungi that shielded drow bowmen.\n\nAfter Ginevra revealed her observations of the drow and grimlock evacuation, he replied \"So, the drow commander wanted to stall us while they flee...\" It didn't make any sense to Thallios. Why would the drow fear an open confrontation in a controlled environment? \"Or... she wanted to stall us for some other reason...\" \n\nThallios looked at the ground, thinking about the mysterious unexplained rumbling. \"Perhaps we should not wait to see why she wanted us to stay put.\" \n\nHe gauged the range to the nearest drow; it must be about 100 feet, which is not quite extreme for a hand crossbow, but still it would tax the abilities of the drow bowmen to strike the party accurately. Thallios readied a fireball spell, planning exactly where to strike in order to take out the most foes in a single blast." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow remain silent for now.\n\nA faint pulsation can almost be heard coming from within the fungi. The frequency seems to be just below the threshold of human and elf hearing, but the subtle subharmonics set your teeth on edge.\n\nThe rumbling continues to increase. Small pebbles begin to dance on the rocky floor of the cavern ..." }, { "author": "Annarrkkii", "message": " Andrea, Wandering Harper \n\n Andrea watches the grove with a faint smile, though it lingers more from habit than from any real amusement.\n\n \"It's some reassurance that they seem to be poor shots...\" \n\n He strokes his sword hilt in idle fondness as he watches the fungi a moment longer, before turning back to the group.\n\n \"Five shots... and it's reasonable to assume that not all of them are shooting. I'd say that there are at least another two foes in their with melee weapons at the ready... maybe more than that. But then, we've taken their like before, haven't we? They've got cover, but if we can close with them then it'll be working both ways, won't it?\" \n\n He shifts uneasily as the pebbles clatter around them. \" 'Sides, I don't like this screeching. It's got me on my toes. And this infernal precipitation isn't helping either. Makes hail feel like a spring shower...\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra, worried rogue \n\nGinevra uneasily glances at the pebbles before returning her sword to its sheath and loading her crossbow. \"This... earthquake? ...it isn't natural... I don't know, it could be a spell... Thallios, what do you think it is?\" Nervous, not waiting for an answer, Ginevra slips into the shadows beside the wall and starts pacing up and down, looking for a drow target.\n\n(OOC: Ginevra will move along the wall after she shoots, so that her location can't be immediately pinpointed. She'll take the first clear shot she has. Attack bonus with crossbow +8.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you look at the ground more carefully, you realize that the pebbles aren't falling from above like precipitation; rather, the pebbles are \"dancing\" because the ground is vibrating.\n\nWhatever is approaching seems to be doing so from below. \n\n[hr]\nThallios rubs his chin. \"I don't think the rumbling is magical, but perhaps that strange vibration is ...\"\n\nGinevra slips into the shadows and starts circumnavigating the cavern, looking for an opening between the fungi. She finds a spot where the fungi are positioned in such a way that she can see all the way through to the center of the grove. Although she is still 100 ft from the edge of the fungi, she can make out a motionless humanoid figure ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n Looks like its time for me to save the day again, nobody can stay away from my sting for long Yix thinks to himself as he stealthily makes his way towards the crossbow men. Hmmm I wonder whether or not they taste good as well Yix feels a slight rumbling in his stomach suggesting that it has been long enough since he last ate for a little snack of sorts.\n\n\n(OOC: Hide modifier: +22\nMove Silently: +10))" }, { "author": "Annarrkkii", "message": " Andrea \n\n Ducking low, Andrea draws his sword and begins to make his way slowly across the floor toward the grove. He is light on his feet, ready to leap away, and makes use of any cover he can get his hands on.\n\n I need somewhere I can stay and hide for a bit, get a peep at the surroundings without being too exposed. \n\n ((Full Defense, looking for something with 50 ft. of the fungi that I can get significant cover from.))" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nSeeing that the party is moving against the enemy, Thallios decided that his Fireball would not only injure or kill some of their enemies, but it would also serve as an excellent distraction from his fellows who were moving toward their foes.\n\nThallios unleashed his spell, targeting as efficiently as possible.\n\n(He'll then look for a target for Scorching Ray)\n\nAs for the rumbling/earthquakiness, Knowledge Check:\nArcana +13\nDungeoneering +9" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel hesitates only a moment before joining Andrea in his march across the cavern. She's puzzled as to why he's moving so slowly though. \"I understand that you're worried about being hit, but wouldn't it make more sense to run? They will have less time to reload that way, and a moving target is harder to hit...\" \n\nOOC: I'm off my normal computer so the text color is funky..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra, seeing Thallios about to loose his fireball , takes sight on the motionless, soon-to-be doomed figure in the center of the grove, and shoots.\n\nShe then moves along the wall, away from the main group, so that her location cannot be determined by the direction the bolt came from." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark moves to close to those moving up the center. He shouts over the rumbling...\n\n \"WE NEED TO MOVE AWAY FROM THE CENTER. I BELIEVE THE ENEMY IS ATTRACTING A CREATURE TO THIS CAVERN. IT SHOULD BURST THROUGH THE FLOOR ANY MOMENT NOW!\" \n\nTrinark points toward the closest cavern wall. \"THIS WAY!\" \n\nEven if they don't move, Trinark follows his own advice." }, { "author": "Annarrkkii", "message": " Andrea \n \"Say what, now?\" \n\n Nonetheless, a slightly incredulous Andrea dashes for the wall, shaking his head. What could possibly be causing... ALL this? " }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nHaving already tried to move the others to attack once, he gives up and scrambles towards Trinark." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ginevra fires a crossbow bolt into the heart of the fungus grove towards the figure she sees there.\n\nAlmost simultaneously, Thallios' fireball detonates at the outer perimeter of the \"forest\". The luminscent fungi at the outer edge of the cluster are apparently fairly fragile - the explosion creates a 20 ft wide crater as the smaller fungi are blown to bits. Burning, luminescent chunks arc through the air like white phosphorus, filling the cavern with the pungent smell of roasting mushrooms. A number of the surviving luminscent fungi are knocked down, exposing an open central area in the middle of the grove.\n\nThe party members scatter, even the tiny dragon, looking for cover along the perimeter of the cavern. There is no \"return fire.\" In fact, there is no sign of nor response from the drow ...\n\n[hr]\nAs the smoke clears, the gnoll and the lizardman become visible. they are both standing in the center of the fungi, each is chained to a different woody mushroom stalk. Both are struggling mightily with their manacles, without much success. A crossbow bolt is buried into the trunk of one of the mushrooms, just inches from the lizardman's head.\n\nThe two monstrous humanoids are about 20 ft apart. On the ground in between them is some sort of glowing, pulsating crystalline device. The subharmonic vibrations seem to be emanating from that item.\n\nThe rumbling grows even louder, and small cracks begin to appear in the center of the mushroom grove in between the gnoll and the lizardman.\n\n\n\nOOC: Data thread updated. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHe winces as pieces of hard fungi fly and cut him. Then realising the futility of breaking the metal chain, attacks the trunk of the mushroom he's chained. He bites and claws at it as best as he can.\n\nHis heart lifts at the sight of the drow packmate in the distance. It then sinks as he realises that it was a trap and that HE was the bait.\n\nDespite the heal spells, fatigue lags at him and he is weak from hunger. The humming device in front of him spelled an inevitable doom and he falters momentarily.\n\n I have come too far to fail...I am the DRUID of the people, Semuanya's chosen....my death..... willbe bought dearly... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Companion \n\nWhen Trinark catches a glimpse of his companion, the druid, through the smoke he dashes over to him.\n\nIf he is the first to get there, he will attempt to kick the crystal item away from the (former) prisoners. His goal is to protect and free them." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix growls in he direction of the mushroom grove. It is hard to tell exactly what he is growling at, whether its the crystalline object, or the cracks beginning to form, or the situation in general. I know, Yix will save the day! Yix thinks to himself as he flies towards the lizardman, looking for any mechanism that is holding the chains together.\n\n((Open Locks +8; Disable Device +6 Don't know which one is more appropraite.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The tiny dragon is the first to reach the two prisoners. It immediately begins to attempt to pick the manacles' lock with its tail stinger.\n\nThe lizardman, who had been straining against his bonds, tries to relax so as not to make the flying lizard's job any more difficult.\n\nTrinark sprints through the smoky haze, and kicks the crystalline device away from the prisoners. It tumbles and skids to a halt 20 ft away, but continues to pulsate ominously.\n\nThe cracks grow ever larger, and the ground beings to shift. Something large is tunneling up through the rock from below ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n crap crap crap. I knew the drow were twisted, but this plan... it's just foul. what to do what to do. save two unknowns or flee... \nShe looks over at Ginevra, \"You wanted to save them, so now what?!\" \nTiriel thinks she might have a decvent chance of destroying the mushrooms the two prisoners are chained to (2 handed atk w/flaming longsword vs mushroom=not much of a fight) but the whole shaking ground thing doesn't look good..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll, seeing the cracks in the floor, is obviously fearfull, but not to the point of histeria. Instead of continuing pointlessly trying to free itself from the bonds, it starts to work itself arrond the trunk of the fungi, in an attempt to put it betwen itself and the cracks. Hsaving done this it tries to, rather than pull the chains apart, tries to uproot or break the fungi it is attached to in an attempt to escape, while making growling sounds in it's throat, most likely inaudiable to anyone in the area due to the incessant rumbling." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra sprints over to the prisoners, pulling the lock picks from her belt pouch. She immediately goes to work on the bonds of the gnoll. She shouts over the rumbling, \"Lie still while I free you! The less you struggle, the sooner you'll be free.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll haults it's actions at the vaguely familliar sound of the voice, trusting it as it's only real hope of survival." }, { "author": "Annarrkkii", "message": " Andrea \n\n Andrea looks up, a rather dubious hair accessory added in the form of a large, melancholy lump of luminous mushroom.\n\n \"Well... shroom.\" \n\n Drawing his bow, and knocking an arrow, Andrea began to lope towards the prisoners, raising the bow, half-drawn, to point uneasily at the widening hole.\n\n \"Careful out there! We don't know what's coming through. Hang on, I'll be there in a sec!\" \n\n((Draw ranged weapon on the move toward the prisoners, take aim at crack and ready an action to shoot anything that should emerge and take hostile action.))" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\n(OOC: DR, what happened with my knowledge checks? And as long as we're at it, I want to see what I know about that pulsating device, please.\nArcana +13, Dungeoneering +9 )\n\nThallios made his way quickly around the perimeter of the cavern toward the direction the drow fled. He kept his eyes on the area in the center, where the floor was breaking apart.\n\nHe prepared to cast Scorching Ray upon whatever appeared..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n \"Don't worry I will get you out of here!\" Yix broadcasts to the Lizardman continuing to work the lock." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin nods to the dragon as the words form in his head. A calm had settled on him. In a land of all kinds of unnatural horrors, he did not expect what was coming to be something that could be dealt with easily.\n\nHe remembered the companions he had lost, Dragon-heart(Taern) and Walks-in-balance (Graevic) in the last battle they had fought under the tower of his visions.\n\nLooking at the new pinkskins rushing to his aid, his drow companion brandishing his sword and the dragon hatchling attempting to free him from his binds, he wondered how many would fall if they did not flee.\n\nHis eyes fall on where the cracks appear and do not waver anymore. He begins chanting. The endsong of the people ." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman begins to growl. It takes a few moments before you figure out that his vocalizations are some sort of chant.\n\nYix continues to work on the lizardman's lock while Ginevra tackles the gnoll's lock. They work as quickly as they can as the cracks grow ever larger. Tiriel steps forward raising her flaming longsword, \"This is taking too long! Stand back!\"\n\nHer sword arcs downward and bites deeply into the chains binding the gnoll, sending sparks and chunks of mushroom flying ...\n\n[hr]\nTrinark, Thallios, Tychus and Andrea take up defensive positions and ready themselves to attack. Si'rene climbs atop one of the smaller mushrooms and draws back her bow, aiming at the center of the fungus grove.\n\nA giant clawed limb bursts through the stony ground, a second limb follows, then a massive pair of mandibles with jagged teeth. The creature's head is dominated by a pair of compound insectoid eyes. As it clambers to its feet, it casts its gaze about, causing a wave of disorientation to wash over each of you ...\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Everyone will need to make a DC 15 Will save or be affected by Confusion. The creature's AC is 18 (touch AC 10). You can make your own save rolls, attack rolls, and damge rolls.\n\np.s. Thallios has never seen anything like the device before. It appears to be some kind of homing beacon or a lure. Perhaps it is unique to the drow or to the Underdark. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll starts with an inarticulate cry, recoiling away from the creature emergingfrom the cracks in the ground, and scrambles to find something to use as a weapon.\n\n(Ooc: I assume I'm naked at the moment. Will save d20+1=20 . Good roll!)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark stares as the beast heaves inself out of the ground. A look of concern, then grim determination crosses his face. [Will save: 12+5=17]\n\nA prayer of blessing immediately comes to his lips. \"Eilistraee, we ask for your gentle hand to guide our actions in our time of need!\" \n\n[OOC: Initiative: 17 + 6 = 23]\n\n[OOC-2: Cast BLESS on our group, 50' radius to get as many of us as possible. Everyone gets a +1 to attack and +1 on saves vs. Fear effects.]" }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus drops his whip and starts a battle dirge, whilst moving towards the gnoll. He tries to pass to him a Longsword, and pulls out a dagger for himself, readying for battle with a song on his lips.\n\n\n[OOC: Will save 1d20 +6=23 \nInitiative 1d20 +2=19 \nBardic Music +1 to attack, damage and saves]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix lets out a growl, but then croons his pleasure at seeing this beast, only to then growl again. Yix makes no movement, rather just hovering there with a glazed look across his face (as glazed as a pseudodragon can get)\n\n\n((Will Save 4+4=8))" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, Elf wizard \n\nThallios gasped at the size of the menacing creature, and felt the enchantment break against his defenses -- effectively rattling but not crushing his will.\n\nThe elf weaves his fingers into the necessary contortions, and spits out the necessary power words. Fiery rays lance out from his hands to strike at the monster.\n\n[OOC: Do we know what this is? I don't think bulette's have 'confusion' abilities...\nWill save: 9+5+2=16\n+2 racial save vs Enchantments\nInitiative: 5+2=7\nRanged touch attack: 7+5+1=13\nBy the way, Thallios' Mage Armor should still be in effect...]\n\n[EDIT: forgot to add the +1 from Trinark's Bless - thanks Trinark!]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \nGinevra steps back as Tiriel cuts through the chains, hastily returning her picks to her belt pouch and closing it, then going for her sword. As the gaze of the strange creature passes over Ginevra, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, her eyes unmoving, staring into space.\n\n(Will Save 1d20+3=8)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n (OOC: I'm guessing that she's right next to it now...) \nGrinning, Tiriel turns toward the beast and trys to strike it with her sword.\n Attack: (1d20.each(8)=11) \n Will save: (1d20.each(2)=22) \n\nOOC: see post in OC thread..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The drow's eyes narrow as he mutters a prayer in Undercommon. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle as his spell takes effect.\n\nTychus begins to sing, lifting your spirits and helping to counteract the confusing effects of the monster's gaze. The bard tosses his longsword to the newly freed gnoll, and draws a dagger for himself.\n\nThe gnoll snarls disapprovingly at the human weapon, but with no better weapon available, the monstrous humanoid shrugs and accepts the blade for now.\n\nThe monster has now heaved itself completely out of the ground. It stands roughly 8 feet tall and is nearly 5 feet across. Its entire body is covered with dark brown chitinous plates with scattered feelers throughout. Above its multifaceted insectoid eyes are a pair of frighteningly intelligent, almost human, smaller eyes that seem to bore directly into your souls.\n\nSi'rene and Andrea wobble gently on their feet babbling incoherently.\n\nYix stops working at the lizardman's bonds. A look of confusion and fear fills the little dragon's eyes. It streaks directly for the monster and begins stabbing at it with its stinger, heedless of any danger.\n\nGinevra, too, feels the effects of the hulking beast. She passes her hand across her forehead, then begins to draw her shortsword. The rogue feels like she is moving in slow-motion underwater, and it takes all of her mental concentration to accomplish this simple task.\n\nTiriel grins in battle-lust as she turns and slashes the beast with her flaming sword. Her weapon glances off of its rock hard armor in a shower of sparks.\n\nThallios' face is pale with horror, but he marshalls his wits enough to scorch the aberration with a fiery ray.\n\nThe lizardman growls with frustration as he is left helplessly chained to his mushroom.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Trinark casts bless. Tychus sings. Thallios hits with a scorching ray for 12 damage. Tiriel misses. Si'rene and Andrea are confused and can do nothing but babble.\n\nYix rolled a 6 and can do nothing but attack the umber hulk for 8 rounds. Ginevra rolled an 18 and can act normally. Both Yix and Ginevra can submit rolls this round if they would like. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra shakes her head as if she's just woken up from a drugged sleep. She realises she's holding something, looks down at her drawn shortsword, looks at the monster, and circles around behind it before attempting to stab it between its insect-like armor plates.\n\n(OOC: Attack roll 1d20=19+8=27! w00t! Critical! Critical roll 1d20=14+8=22. Ginevra will dodge out of sight of the insect-like creature behind the mushrooms after her attack, in case it tries to rip her head off.)" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix lets out a small growl as it attacks the creature. No one can tell why the growl was issued though, whether it was sheer hate of the Umber Hulk, or just putting too much effort into attacking it. Yix manages to score a lucky hit, his stinger doesn't penetrate too far, but enough so that his poison can seep into the Umber Hulk.\n\n((19+6=25\nDamage 1d3-2=1))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tirel \nNot in the least undetured, Tiriel will continue to attack the Umberhulk:\n attack roll: (1d20.each(9)=19) \nAnd hits dealing:\n damage: (1d8.each(5)=12) + Fire: (1d6=2) = 14 \n\nRealizing that most of the current party doesn't do well in straight meelee combat, she'll continue to stay near it and occupy it's attention." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nRealising the danger the party would be in if another one of these beasts were to appear, Tychus moves in to pick up the strange box, Casts Silence on it, and hurls it into the water, far away from them. After having done so, he stands with his Dagger at the ready, hoping to defend himself." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark moves to avoid the threat zone of the creature if possible. He plans to remain out of reach in order to aid (and heal) his comrades as necessary.\n\n \"Someone try to circle behind the beast, spread out and harry it from all sides!\" " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nSeeing that Tychus took care of the thumping box, Thallios returned his attention to the monstrosity that had appeared from the ground.\n\nToo many compatriots were fighting the beast for him to risk Fireball, so he bent his fingers again in arcane forms, and yelled out the incantation for Scorching Ray.\n\n[Thallios casts Scorching Ray #2 at the Umberhulk]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel moves with practiced grace, deflecting the umber hulks claws as she slashes its armored limbs. Her flaming sword almost instantly cauterizes each would she inflicts, and the umber hulk seems oblivious to its injuries.\n\nHowever, when Ginevra sneaks up behind the beast and jams her shortsword between two of its armored plates, she definitely gets the umber hulk's attention. It whirls and slashes viciously at her. She barely manages to duck and roll away from the attack, but the creature is definitely focused on her now.\n\nThallios burns the umber hulk again, leaving another scorch mark on its armored carapace. Yix, in a frenzy, plunges its stinger into the umber hulk's body, but the tiny dragon causes the monster about as much discomfort as a gnat.\n\nTrinark keeps off to the side, ready to aid any of his companions as necessary. The lizardman, meanwhile, continues to thrash about impatiently, forgotten for the moment it would seem.\n\nTychus turns away from the melee and scoops up the pulsating drow device. Silencing it with a word and gesture, he then hurls it down one of the passages exiting the cavern. Immediately, the annoying pulsation ceases ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nChanting the endsong, the lizardkin had almost accepted the inevitability of his death. Wishing in his heart that the pinkskins would flee from the monstrosity he was filled with regret as they placed themselves between him and it.\n\n What am I doing?.... these strangers fight for me.... with the loyalty.. of a pack \n\nHe ceases the chant and instead slashes at the hard trunk he is chained to, repeatedly. Looking up at the peril of his packmates, a switch flips in his mind and something primal takes over. He slashes with a frenzy, ignoring the numbing pain in his claws. He remembered the remains of his kin, the last sight of a spear-wielder, the fall fo a dwarf. He pushes the memories aside and gives in to the rage. An emotion un-natural to a cold-blooded reptile.\n\n No more... no more.. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nSeeing the others engage the massive creature, the Gnoll takes the proffered sword and charges the creature yelling, \"I will bite your tendon's and you shall fall\" in it's thick Gnoll accent.\n\n[Ooc: d20+10= 12 . Oops, forgot to factor in charging bonus. =&> d20+12=14]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nSeeing her friend become the monster's next target, Tirel continues her assault:\n\n attack(+2 for bless/bardic music)= (1d20.each(10)=25) \n damage(+1 for bardic music)= (1d8.each(6)=13) + Fire= (1d6=4) = 17 \n\nOOC: I assume this happens after the Gnoll's charge..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix continues to feel a deep loathing towards the Umber Hulk, and keeps stabbing at the beast. He manages to stab at the beast again, but the blow doesn't seem to do anything.\n\n\n((Attack: 15+6+1=22\nDamage: 2-2+1=1 (Haha Damage thank you bardic music)\n\nForgot the music))" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThallios readies his third and last Scorching Ray. If the beast is still going strong, he will cast it.\n\n[OOC - I'm leaving on vacation in the morning. I expect to have internet access at my hotel in Vienna, but in the event that I am unable to log in, DR, I'm terribly sorry. Please run Thallios as an NPC]" }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nUnsure of what actions he could take to aid his allies, he tries to blind the beast, and make it easier to focus on. After doing so, he tries to move around to the Lizardman, to see if he can aid him in any way.\n\nOOC: Casts Glitterdust, Will save DC 15 to not be blinded." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra dodges the beast's attacks, looking away from its face, trying to avoid its crushing gaze, watching its movements out of the corner of her eyes. She hisses in annoyance as the dust from Tychus' spell falls over her. Blinking it from her eyes, she makes a darting attack towards the beast, stabbing quickly at the area between its armor plates, and moves away around a mushroom, trying to evade its pincers.\n\n(OOC: Averts eyes--50% chance Ginevra doesn't have to make a will save against the umberhulk. 20% concealment miss chance. Will Save +1 from Bardic Music (1d20+3=19)\nAttack Roll +2 from Bardic Music and Bless (1d20+10=17)\nConcealment Miss Roll (d%=48))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nSince no one needs any immediate aid, Trinark changes his focus. He moves over to his Druid friend, and attempts to help free him. If necessary he will use his longsword to shop through the fungus trunk.\n\nHe occasionally glances over his shoulder at the melee, just in case someone needs him.\n\n[OOC: I will leave the details of helping the Druid to our distinguished DM.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnoll charges in, holding the longsword in both paws. As the gnoll swings, the umber hulk raises a heavily armored arm, deflecting the attack easily, almost knocking the gnoll off-balance.\n\nPerhaps it is the tiny dragon's ferocious attack, or Ginevra's natural agility, but when the umber hulk attacks the human rogue, it slashes nothing but air.\n\nThallios burns the umber hulk again, singing off the hair-like feelers that cover the monsters carapace. As if noticing the bard for the first time, the umber hulk slowly turns and fixes its gaze on him.\n\nWith a shout, Tychus showers the area with a glittering dust that coats everything in the melee area, highlighting Ginevra, the gnoll, the flying lizard, and the umber hulk.\n\nHis intentions are good, but both the gnoll and the pseudodragon shake their heads as the dust blinds them. Ginevra manages to avert her eyes, but the dust prevents her from blending into the shadows as is her usual evasion strategy ...\n\nMeanwhile, Trinark has managed to make his way over towards the mushroom where his lizardkin friend is chained. With a prayer to Eilistraee on his lips, the drow raises his sword and cleaves the lock in two.\n\nWith a hiss of satisfaction, the lizardman raises his freed arms, broken chains dangling from each wrist ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n FREE! \n\nHis frenzy lifts for a moment and he looks at his packmate with a smile before he charges the umber hulk. Attempting to leap on it and bring it down.\n\nHe feels something begin to muddle his concentration but he tries to shake it off as he charges." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n Damn it! Ginevra curses to herself, shaking her head in a futile attempt to dislodge some of the glittering powder. As the beast turns to Thallios, Ginevra darts catlike around her mushroom to the beast's back, opposite from Tiriel and the agressive gnoll, and stabs again at a gap between the armor plates of the insect-beast, making sure not to look directly at the creature.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll, Die Umber Hulk! 1d20+10=28\nConcealment Miss Chance d%=23)" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nA growl echoes forth from Yix as the dust settles in his eyes, but it doesn't stop him from lashing out with his stinger. His mind compels his to attack where it remembers the hulking figure last.\n\n(Attack Roll:12+6+1-Blindness=?))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nIgnoring his initial failure, the gnoll keeps on at the monster.\n\n[Ooc: Full atack action: 1d20+8= 9 not going too well.]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark stares dumbfounded at his \"Blessed Longsword\" , then to the shattered lock on the ground. Grinning, he turns in place to survey the raging battle.\n\nSeeing that none of his comrades looks injured, he looks for an opening to join the fray.\n\n[OOC: Activate Fighting Defensively {+2 AC, -4 to hit}]\n\n[OOC2- Don't forget about the Bless spell in effect.]" }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nFast running out of options, and not wanting to make things worse, Tychus pulls back out of combat and starts up his song again.\n\n Might not be able to take that beast down, but at least I can help the others a little. \n\n[OOC: Move back 30 feet and start Bardic Music up again.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene and Andrea continue to wobble in confusion, still subject to the effects of the umber hulk's gaze. Tychus steps away from the melee, raising his voice in inspiring song.\n\nGinevra and Tiriel are joined by Trinark, the gnoll and the lizardman, as they surround and harry the umber hulk, like hounds trying to bring down a wild boar. The pseudodragon continues to flit about the monster's head like an angry hornet.\n\nThe umber hulk's gaze switches away from Thallios to the nearby melee combatants - whom the beast determines to be the greater threat.\n\nThe gnoll howls as he fumbles with the unfamiliar weapon designed for human, not gnoll, hands, but his attacks give Ginevra another opportunity to thrust the umber hulk when his back is turned.\n\nUnfortunately, the umber hulk is able to catch the gnoll by the scruff of his neck, lifting the gnoll into the air, then smashing him down onto the ground, leaving him broken and bloody.\n\nThe monster then clamps its enormous mandibles around Tiriel's waist. Only her elven chain prevents her from being cut in half. She reverses her grip and drives her flaming longsword deep into the beast's neck, forcing it to release her.\n\nAt just that moment, the lizardman, newly freed, leaps through the air, scrabbling at the umber hulk's armor with his claws. The beast slaps the lizardman aside almost as an afterthought.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel hits with a 28 (18 + 10) for 15 damage. Ginevra hits for 10 damage (including backstabbing bonus for flanking). The gnoll misses. The lizardman hits with a 25 (18 + 7) for 4 damage.\n\nThe umber hulk hits the lizardman with a 19 (8 + 11) for 10 points on an AoO. It hits the gnoll with a natural 20 and crits with a 15 (4 + 11) for 20 points. It misses Ginevra with a 16 (5 + 11). It misses Tiriel with a 13 (4 + 9).\n\nThe umber hulk has taken 120 points of damage so far. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra, seeing her companions, her... friends wounded, growls and stabs at the beetle-beast again, not bothering avert her eyes.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll 1d20+10=20)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nBrused and bloodied, but by no means out of the battle, the Gnoll heaves itself off the floor and Makes yet another attempt at attacking the creature with a grunt of effort.\n\n(ooc: Attack against Umber=d20+8= 22 Finaly a decent roll)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWincing from the pain, the reptilian holds his bruised ribs and recovers his breath.\n\nPicking himself with a grunt, he strategically moves to flank the freak of nature and moves in for the kill.\n\nOOC: (1d20 + 4 = 13 + 4 + 2(flank) +2(BM&bless) = 21 )\nDamage: 3+3= 6" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel realizes that most of those involved in the fight don't have much of a surival chance unless the creature is dealt with quickly. As such she positions herself across from one of those still in melee with the Umberhulk and attacks with an upward swing:\n\n Attack roll: (1d20.each(12)=22) with +2(flank) +1(bless), (+1 b.music) factored in \n Damage: (1d8.each(7), 1d6,=[[3, 7]], [6]) =(+1 for b.music) 17 " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The umber hulk seems almost surprised by the ferocity of the attacks from all directions.\n\nGinevra's backstabbing, Tiriel's flaming slashes, and the ferocious attacks from the lizardman and the gnoll (not to mention the frenzied stinging from the tiny dragon) combined prove to be too much for the umber hulk.\n\nIt collapses under its own weight, twitches for several seconds, then is still.\n\nSlowly, the confused members of the party regain their senses, while the others inspect the enormous cadaver. Although none of you have seem many umber hulks, this monster's thick, scarred carapace and enormous size suggest that it was much older than the \"usual\" members of its species.\n\n[hr]\nThe drow and grimlocks seem to have made good their escape in the meantime.\n\nYou note two exit tunnels (other than the tunnel you entered through). The lizardman indicates that the drow took the downward sloping tunnel. The other tunnel slopes upward.\n\n\nOOC: Ouch! The elder umber hulk absorbs a grand total of 156 points of damage. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n Huh? What's going on? And whats that thing doing there. Ha ha I must have one it! Yix thinks to himself as he flies over and lands on the dead beast trumpeting a growl of success. Yix throws out his chest like a returning conqueror, and makes sure everyone knows he is proud of himself." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Once Andrea regains his senses, he smiles as the party is reunited with the gnoll and lizardman.\n\nThe Harper winks as he unslings a large pack from his back. Opening it, he reveals that he has been carrying the lizardman's and gnoll's weapons and armor.\n\n\"I thought you might need these once we rescued you!\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian takes the offered backpack and hangs his head in shame.\n\n One of the people hunting beside pinkskins.. one of the people owing his life to pinkskins... how times have changed... \n\nHe nods his thanks to Andrea.\n\nHe looks to Tychus and musters an appreciative look\n \"Freed me again. have you\" \n\nPlacing an arm on Trinark's shoulder, he relaxes certain jaw muscles on his face. Not quite a smile but a lightened expression. Even though a savage race that fought among themselves, the lizardpeople were a communal race who found comfort in each other's company. This lizardman is no exception and his comfort in the drow's company was clear.\n\n \"We are still due a blood debt from your ki..kind\" . He stops from saying 'kin' at the last moment, finally acknowledging that the lone drow who stood by him was an outcast and no kin of the drow who had captured and chained them like lesser beasts.\n\nGrim determination had settled on his features but looking at the battle-weary starngers and after considering the delay this had been from his true objective: finding Sheyra, he untensed his shoulders and simply said:\n\n \"There is food here. We should rest and then choose our paths\" . He waves his arm indicating the expanse of fungi and looks at the others." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll bows his head in thanks as he accepts the equipment back.\n\n \"I suppose that I too owe you my life twice over now,\" he says, strangely subdued. \"I thank you all the same.\" \n\nHe growls at the lizards comment. \"We can't stay here, not while the drow are running. I would dearly like to sink my teath into their flesh.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nThe green-eyed woman hesitates, looking at her friends.\n \"I don't know about us... S'irene, Tiriel, am I correct in thinking that all three of us want to get back to what we were doing before?\" " }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus smiles warmly at the Lizardman, and clasps his hand.\n\n Nothing more than you would do for me. \n\nHe gratefully accepts his sword back from the gnoll, shocked at the state of his wounds\n\n I hope my sword served you as well as it has me. Would you like me to heal you some? You don't look so healthy... " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll's gruf voice speaks again. \"I do not desire to be further in your debt than I am, but I doubt that my desire to rip out the throats of those drow will be sated while I am in this condition.\" " }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n There is no debt to be repaid. If you were my ally, and you were injured, I would heal you. But you are more than an ally, you are a friend. Your wounds, I will gladly heal. \n\nTychus sets about healing the Gnoll.\n\n[OOC:Casts Cure Light Wounds twice to restore the gnoll.\n HP recovery 1d8+5=13, 1d8+5=6, total 19 ]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark goes about tending to the wounded, binding folks up as necessary. He seems surprised at how well the party fared, given the size and strength of their opponent.\n\nHe observes the Bard curing the gnoll, and doubles back to check on his Druid friend a second time." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman appeared surprised to have his hand grabbed by Tychus. Considering it another pinkskin custom, he reciprocated until tychus let go.\n\nAs Trinark returned to his side, he *** his head to his side awaiting his reply to the suggestion of rest and resumption of their previous quest." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel looks at the two tunnels and frowns before turning back to the party. \n\"I agree with the gnoll, but frankly the chance to leave this dank *hole far outweighs my desire for revenge.\" \nTiriel will then clean her sword and check the damage done to her armor." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix croons his agreement with Tiriel. It had been a long time since he had ever smelt fresh air, but he also did want to take on the elves. With him it should be easy enough to take them all out. He begins walking around the Umber Hulk's body looking around the room, however not for anything in particular it seems." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra nods in agreement to Tiriel.\n \"Yes, I feel the same way. I've had enough of the Underdark.\" \nGinevra replaces her weapons in their sheathes, checks that the daggers in her sleeves are secure, and replaces the lock picks in her belt pouch into her kit." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although no one is happy to let the drow escape without being punished, all seem to agree that survival should take precedence over revenge.\n\nOnce the party has had a chance to heal its wounds and re-equip the lizardman and gnoll, it chooses the upward sloping tunnel, leaving the drow commander and her mysterious packages to complete their journey to Undrek'Thoz.\n\n[hr]\nThe gradual upward incline means that the surface is growing ever-closer, but the going is slow and your thighs burn with exertion after only a few hours.\n\nYou take frequent breaks, sharing your rations and water with each other.\n\nGinevra, Si'rene and Tiriel tend to keep to themselves, often whispering to each other in undertones that keep the others from hearing their words.\n\nYou take turns napping while the others keep watch.\n\nThe passage gradually narrows until you are all walking single file through the endless darkness.\n\nTrinark, the gnoll and the lizardman generally move at the head of the line. The others tend to hang back closer to the single everburning torch that provides the only illumination.\n\nTiriel seems to be equally comfortable in the light or in the darkness, though she generally stays close to Ginevra and Si'rene. The pseudodragon flits back and forth from the front to the rear of the party as its mood suits.\n\n\"Days\" pass with little to break the monotony excepts for occasional forks in the passage. In general, the party takes the upward of the two passages. If neither passage is obviously different from the other, a coin is tossed and the choice is made randomly.\n\n[hr]\nIt is roughly the fourth or fifth day (as best you can reckon) when the lizardman (at the point) raises a clawed hand and crouches down. The torch is hastily doused. A whispered message is passed down the line. \"There is a figure blocking the passage ahead. It looks human.\"" }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus moves through the party, eager to get back to the fresh air and warmth of the surface, an obvious frown on his face.\n\n After everything else, what now? \n\nHe heads up to the \"human\" and raises his hand.\n\n Hail and well met. We are weary travellers, glad to be near the surface and hoping to be out soon. Who might you be? " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n On the journey \n\nSsathiya experienced the first of dreams he had had in a long time. In it he had been guiding the new strangers back to safer lands above. The dream zoomed into his feet. As he disturbed the dust, the dust resettled into its earlier position. A footprint remaining a moment after his feet lifted and then fading into nothingness.\n\nAs he woke up, the ley lines of his surroundings and auras of the sleeping companions lit up in a brighter haze then before and a wealth of insight dawned unto him. After praying in gratitude to Semuanya and affirming his connection to the Balance, the druid quietly prayed for his spells. The still darkness was punctuated by his low chanting.He finished before the first of the others arose and they continued on their journey towards sunlight..\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n Now... \nThe impulsiveness of his new human packmate surprised him. Before he could react, Tychus had sprung past him.\n\n Semuanya!...It must be the hot blood in them... \n\nTensing into a fighting posture, he leans against a wall and tries to remain hidden. A feat not easy for a 7ft reptilian with tail and hide armor." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra flattens herself against the wall, not wanting to be seen until she knows the newcomer intends know harm ...if he intends no harm. Why would he be traveling in the Underdark? Seeing Tychus walk forward and greet the newcomer, Ginevra listens and tries to watch without giving away her position." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nNewly reunited with his armor, the gnoll is not too woried about his own safety. He is more interested in protecting those that have saved him from whatever dire fate the dark elves had in store for him. As a result he stands strong in the passageway infront of most of the rest of the party, his hand goes to his trident, while the other takes up his shield." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the total darkness, Tychus slips forward until he has edged past the armored gnoll and the surprised lizardman. He calls out, hailing the lone figure.\n\n\"So much for the element of surprise,\" mutters Si'rene under her breath. The gnoll growls in annoyance.\n\nThere is no reply to Tychus' friendly words.\n\n[hr]\nThose of you with darkvision are able to make out a humanoid figure standing about 60 ft away.\n\nThe figure sways gently from side to side, but makes no attempts to approach. It has no weapons and wears only some tattered rags. Its jaw hangs open loosely and there seem to be only dark holes where its eyes should be ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies to the top of the cavern, trying to sneak its way by the humanoid shape. Yix will take care of this no problem. \n\n((Hide:+22\nMove SIlently:+22))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin \n\nHis senses prickle as he feels something abnormal... something not part of the Balance. He wrinkled his brow in puzzlement. Nothing was part of the Balance in the Deep Earth. His dim wit not aiding him in infering the solution. He intuitively reacts.\n\nHe drops to his knee and with palm on the ground attunes himself with his surroundings and casts a simple spell to see the auras of magic.\n\n A trap...?....No being knows we come this way... \n\n(OOC: Cast Detect Magic and Know(Nat): 9 +5 =14 I suspect undead)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll snarls. This is no natura creature . It readies the trident as though expecting the creature to charge." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nBeing unable to see in the dark, and not wanting to give away her position, Ginevra tries to reach out with her mind. Yix? she thinks as clearly as she can, can you see what the creature ahead is? Hardly any of us can see in the dark, myself included. \nGinevra will continue to try to identify the creature by listening. Why would it not reply unless it wants to attack? Damn it, I wish I could see in the dark. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel puts a hand on Ginevra's shoulder saying quietly \"I'll go check it out,\" before moving up the line. When she joins the gnoll and lizardman, she notices their unease which proliferates the air. Drawing her long sword, she motions to them to stay back and cautiously starts to walk towards the figure...\n\n(ooc: Tiriel will move closer until she can get a better look at the man-thing. If it is undead (which I think we all suspect it is) she will close with it and try to...kill it? destroy it? well whatever the verb, she'll cut it, scorch it and generally beat the snot of it.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix sends a mental image to those of you without darkvision . Through his eyes you perceive, in ghostly black and white, a living corpse blocking the passageway.\n\nThe zombie sways from side to side, its empty sockets staring straight ahead.\n\n[hr]\nThe lizardman and gnoll both growl quietly, finding the scent of nearby undeath unpleasant.\n\nTiriel steps forward, unsheathing her sword. The flames illuminate the passageway as she advances on the zombie.\n\nAs Tiriel approaches, the zombie opens its jaws wider and a coarse rattle emanates from its throat. Tiriel dispatches the zombie with two swift slashes of her sword.\n\nAs quickly as that, it is all over. Tiriel nudges the rapidly disintegrating pieces of the zombie with the toe of her boot.\n\nThe narrow passageway stretches on beyond the zombie. There is no sign of any other creatures nearby.\n\n\n\nOOC: The zombie's flatfooted AC is 11. Tiriel hits easily with a 16 (8 + 8) for 17 damage (8 + 4 + 5). The zombie is destroyed. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra rolls her eyes, not for the first time and not for the last time thinking, I hate how she does that... I wish I could see in the dark. How does she do it, anyways? \nGinevra wrinkles her nose at the smell of the zombie, and waits till the party gets moving again, dropping near the back when they do." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus grins sheepishly at the party again as he moves towards the rear again. Both recent times he followed his eagerness for action it was misplaced.\n\n By the gods, I should be more careful! One of these days I'm going to get myself stuck on the end of a sword! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The passage continues its ever so slight upward progression. Eventually your tunnel joins a second tunnel, then later a third tunnel.\n\nYou find another zombie. Tiriel cuts it down without breaking her stride.\n\n[hr]\nYou note that the farther you climb, the more passages you encounter, all of which seem to be converging and enlarging as you go.\n\nThe passageway is now a bit wider and taller, perhaps 10 ft by 15 ft. The walls are dark with condensation. A damp breeze seems to be wafting down the passageway from somewhere up ahead.\n\n[hr]\nAfter another few hours, you encounter a pair of zombies, standing side by side. Both sway slowly side to side in some kind of asynchronous rhythm, as if neither is really aware of the other.\n\nYou don't even bother to darken the torch this time. Instead your party stands 60 ft away, just looking at the two zombies with curiosity.\n\n\"What does this all mean?\" asks Andrea with a puzzled expression on his face." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix doesn't seem himself now, he seems rather defeated. Knowing that even his great sting is almost useless against the living dead. He flies up higher to get a good vantage point, but other than that remains away from the zombies. He doesn't bother trying to sneak this time around, I wonder if the surface is so great, if it is filled with zombies... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid had been silent throughout. Although he was on the lookout for something that he sensed was amiss and that they were not seeing.\n\nIt was more important that these unnatural abominations be destroyed than personally seeing to it. He was content to let the human female with the flaming sword destroy the things as long as she went throughly about it.\n\nEver since the first one, he had been expecting more. The imbalance in the natural order had only been getting greater. With an expression of distaste, he squatted by the remains of one and sifted through the remains.\n\n There is always a source......corrupt arcane magic or something else \n(OOC: Search= 17-1=16 Spot =6 :P. I'm guessing the Det Magic revealed nothing more than necromantic magic.)\n\n(He will get up wash his hands with water from his skin after)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll growls, his lip twisted into a snarl. \"More carion walking! We must be nearing something if they are growing in number.\" He moves towards one, knowing that his armor will slow him down too much for a charge to be effective at this range. most likely that female would cut them down before he got there. For once he mentally cursed his heavy armor.\n\n[Ooc: move 20ft forwards unless haulted by someone]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark would like the opportunity to examine the zombies closer.\n\nIf someone approaches the zombies...do they attack? Or do they continue to just sway and moan?\n\nIf it is possible to get closer, Trinark would like to take a closer look and use his \"Divine\" knowledge to gain more information.\n\n[OOC: DR, knowledge Religion roll perhaps?]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"More zombies?\" says Ginevra, wrinkling her nose at the smell. \"Why so many? I'd expect to meet more of a variety of creatures in the Underdark, and likely fewer as well.\" Fingering the hilt of her sword, Ginevra advances toward the zombie." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a flick of his tiny wings, the pseudodragon slips over the heads of the zombies and disappears into the darkness.\n\nMeanwhile, the rest of you move forward to examine the zombies a little more closely.\n\nLike the other two zombies that Tiriel destroyed, these two appear to have once been human. They are dressed in filthy rags, in which they were presumably buried originally.\n\nYou inch forward cautiously hands on weapons, but the zombies simply sway from side to side. One or the other occasionally moans, but otherwise, they make no hostile moves against you.\n\nNeither the lizardman nor the drow note anything \"unusual\" about the zombies other than the aura of necromantic energy that animates them.\n\nYou stand and wait for the pseudodragon to return, while the zombies sway back and forth, back and forth, back and forth ...\n\n[hr]\nAfter what seems like an hour (but is probably much less), Yix returns.\n\nHe telepathically shares mental images of a maze of converging tunnels that all seem to be heading upwards toward a central location.\n\nZombies appear to be scattered about at irregular intervals. Usually they are found in small groups of one or two. Occasionally a larger group of five to eight might be seen slowly shuffling along the tunnels ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid moves forward with a grim look on his face. When Trinark grabs him by the shoulder to ask where he's going, he only says one word:\n \"Cleansing\" \n\n\nOOC:Ssathiya's intentions are to wipe out the individual zombies wandering abt the various tunnels. He's willing to accept help but just as willing to go it alone. He will then approach the central chamber cautiously.... as opposed to others who may want to find an alternative safer route." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll starts at the images that suddenly invade it's mind, but recovers quickly. It looks puzled for a moment. \"Watchers perhapse?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Baring his teeth, the lizardman tears into the two zombies blocking the passageway.\n\nThe lizardman's claws shred the zombies' rotted flesh, leaving him coated in gore.\n\nThe zombies fight back, beating the lizardman with their forearms and fists, but they are no match for his armor and claws, and they are quickly dismembered and left in pieces on the ground.\n\nThe passage lies open ahead, continuing to slope gradually upward. There are alternate passages branching off, but they all seem to be heading back downward, in the direction from which you came.\n\nAfter a short hike, you come to a larger intersection where two 15' passages join. Six zombies sway here, facing towards you blankly.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The lizardman attacks with a 11 (6 + 5) and a 22 (17 + 5), hitting twice for 9 damage. The zombies respond with a natural 20 and a 17 (15 + 2), hitting once for 5 damage.\n\nThe lizardman attacks again with a 20 (15 + 5) and 13 (8 + 5), hitting twice for 8 damage, destroying one zombie. The remaining zombie misses with an 8.\n\nThe lizardman attacks with a 15 and 14, hitting for 9 damage. The zombie misses with a 14.\n\nThe lizardman attacks with a 21 and 6, hitting once for 6 damage. The zombie misses with an 11.\n\nThe lizardman kills the zombie with an 18 for 4 damage. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "OOC: can we clarify the language Ssathiya's and Trinark's exchange was in. It sucks having only knowing common...." }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nThe elf sized up this newest pack of undead sentries (monitors? canaries?). Curse me for not having a nice cleaving weapon... \n\nThallios turned to Ginevra and commented, \"I tire of watching the others wade into these meat puppets. Part of me wants to be done with it and simply meet up with the animator. But the other part of me would prefer to bypass them all together and just get to the surface. Have you ever encountered their kind before?\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": "[Ooc: Just a q... How far away are the zombies?]" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSi'rene looks to the elf, Thallios she believes his name is, and smirks to herself while changing her view to Tiriel and the lizardman they went through all that trouble to save make little to no work out of the zombies. Why they have wasted so much time here in the Underdark is a mystery to her. Ginerva's willingness to help these others is all she needs to continue onward, just so long as they reached the surface soon..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the lizardman and drow murmur to each other in draconic, the others watch the zombies warily.\n\nThey stand only 40 ft away or so, certainly within charging distance but, like the other zombies, they make no moves towards you.\n\nGinevra shrugs noncomittally when Thallios asks her about the zombies.\n\n[hr]\nAs you move forward slowly, the six zombies shuffle aside slowly, leaving the passageway clear for you to continue to move forward and upward.\n\n\nOOC: Check out our new OOC thread The Golden Griffon ! " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reaction to their presence is not lost to the reptilian who swiftly dispatches them with a look of disgust on his face.\n\n Spending time away from my people has made me rash and emotional as a pinkskin. I must remember what it means to be one of the people " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nWith a look of resignation, Trinark follows behind the Lizardkin Druid.\n\n \"You have my support, my friend. Lead the way and I will follow.\" \n\nHe pauses for a moment, then adds, \"If its all the same to you, I would prefer not to die today.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix continues to fly around above the group. He will move back and forth trying to give them advance warnings when there are zombies up ahead." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party edges past the zombies cautiously, then continues the journey onward and upward with Yix flying ahead as a scout.\n\nThere is a flurry of ferocious growling and hissing behind you as the lizardman tears the six zombies to shreds. After a few minutes, he rejoins the party. He is breathing heavily and his armor and shield are covered in zombie gore.\n\nOOC: The zombies surround the lizardman and pummel him mercilessly. It takes 16 rounds for the lizardman to destroy all 6 zombies. He takes a total of 20 points of damage. \n\n[hr]\nEventually, the passage changes from a rough natural tunnel, to hewn rock, then to a wide, but low ceilinged tunnel with niches carved in the walls. Many of the niches still contain decrepit skeletons. You seem to have found your way into some ancient catacombs.\n\nThe catacomb passages intersect at irregular intervals, forming a maze-like warren of tunnels.\n\nYou periodically catch sight of groups of zombies, but they shuffle away as rapidly as they can (being zombies, they are rather slow moving), leaving your party undisturbed.\n\nAfter wandering the catacombs for an endless, dizzying time, you eventually spot a light in the distance, coming from the end of the passage up ahead ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel murmers to herself, \"So far it's been easy, maybe now it'll get more interesting.\" before speaking at a more audible levle, \"Now is probably the time for caution.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n friend... \nThe word had no meaning in the lizardkin dialect but the reptilian was beginning to understand....\n\nThe meaning behind the word and the bond it implied. As strong as that of a packmate. Possibly stronger. Cloudhair(Trinark) had been a stranger days before. A completely different race. One whom he had suspected harbouring Sethra as well. And who had come to his rescue when he was chained as a sacrifice.\n\nThe word had echoed in his head as the undead tore at him. Trinark had valiantly rushed and hit some aside and killed a few although it hadn't prevented them from surrounding him.\n\nLooking into his dark worried face examining his wounds as he walked out, he stretched out an arm. Placing it on his shoulder, he says\n \"Friend\" \n\nThe two trudged off side by side. The lizardman looking much more at ease. Trinark assumed that the imbalance his comrade had sensed had been corrected.\n\nAs the lizardman caught sight of the new undead, he bared his teeth and prepared to start off after them.\nHe turns to look at Trinark when he feels his arm being grabbed.Shaking his head, the drow warrior points towards the light with his sword-tip and utters,\n \"The source\" \nSsathiya pauses then nods in understanding. He gives a last look in the direction of the undead and then places a hand in his chest chanting a spell of healing before marching behind Trinark.\n\nOO: CLW on self (7 +3= 10)" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nFamiliar with her friends body movements, she could tell what she was going to say before she even said it. Si'rene smiles to herself and begins to move into shadows, watching all around as she keeps up with the group, although a few paces behind to make sure nothing unexpected happens, her hand on her oathbow, she keeps quiet." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you move forward toward the light, you hear a soft shuffling from behind you.\n\nLooking backward, you see that the passage is filled with zombies. They appear to be keeping their distance from you (at least 60'), but they are clearly trying to prevent you from retreating back the way you came. Their shadowy forms sway back and forth, and one or two make low groaning noises.\n\n[hr]\nAhead, the passageway opens into a large square (40' x 40') chamber with a towering arched ceiling. Dim torches sputter at the four corners of the room, each held by a motionless zombie. There is a dark passage in the center of each wall.\n\nAn intricately carved slab of stone lies in the center of the room. The table or altar is bare, but the stone appears to have been deeply stained by some kind of dark fluid.\n\nBesides the 4 torchbearers, there are 24 other zombies lining the walls of the chamber, 8 per wall.\n\nYou hesitate at the entrance to the room. None of the zombies make any aggressive movements towards you." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\n\nTychus swallows reflexively. He hasn't been this freaked out in a long, long time.\n\n This can't be good, this REALLY can't be good. \n\nHe looks around, there should be someone here besides the party and the zombies. Zombies don't make zombies, after all...\n\n This doesn't make any sense guys. What's going on? " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n Damn... that's not good. Ginevra looks back and forth between the zombies and the room, trying figure out what best to do. That table... that's for sacrafices. Someone must have put these zombies here for something. But... why? Ginevra decides to try to do what she does best, and slips into the shadows. She will try to estimate the number of zombies blocking the passageway and look at the passages leading out of the altar room to try and determine if anything is in them, and if the party could easily escape through them." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix lets out what appears to be a sigh, or as close to a sigh as can be had by a pseudodragon. He is not a fan of feeling useless, and the walk towards the surface has just seemed like a long string of that. Even scouting was not exhilirating knowing that the zombies couldn't attack him. He merely floats in the room, and looks for a suitable perch as the events unfold." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There must be at least 20 zombies filling the passageway behind you. There might be more, but in the darkness it is hard to tell.\n\nGinevra almost instinctively vanishes into the shadows and peers into the darkness of the three other passages leaving the chamber. They appear to be empty, but there could easily be more zombies waiting down those passageways.\n\nThe pseudodragon finds a carved alcove to perch in, and watches the room from above. He looks almost bored, feeling completely unthreatened by the slow moving earthbound zombies.\n\nAndrea rubs his chin thoughtfully and answers Tychus. \"It looks like they are waiting for us. The undead don't need light. I assume that the torches are for our benefit.\"\n\nThe Harper looks behind the group uneasily. \"I don't know whether I'd prefer to take my chances with the 'welcoming committee' ahead or our 'fan club' hanging out back there ...\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nLooking behind to the zombies gathered there, Trinark's look of resignation turns to one of determination.\n\n Fortune favors the bold... \n\nHe pushes past the Druid and steps into the room, fulling expecting all hell to break loose..." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nThinking that she will never see the light of day again, Si'rene turn to face the zombies behind and brings her hands in front of her. By the fire inside my soul! she says quietly as she casts Burning hands.\n\nSmirking she then readies her longbow for action.\n\n[ooc]Any creature in the area of the flames takes 1d4 points of fire damage per caster level (maximum 5d4).[/ooc]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark strides boldly into the illuminated chamber, expecting an imminent attack, but the zombies lining the walls sway impassively without reacting to his presence. The lizardman is close behind the drow. His claws and teeth are bared threateningly.\n\nThe others cautiously step into the chamber, looking about themselves suspiciously.\n\nAs you enter the chamber, the zombies behind you shuffle forward to prevent any attempt to escape the way you came.\n\nSi'rene, guarding the rear of the party, has had enough. Flames radiate from Si'rene's outstretched fingers, searing the front ranks of the zombie horde. The smell of charred, necrotic flesh is nauseating, but the elf hardly seems to notice as she nocks an arrow in one smooth motion.\n\nThe zombies in the passageway groan and shuffle forward. Andrea, who had also been lingering near the back of the party, goes down with a cry as he is overwhelmed by a dozen zombies.\n\n\n\nOOC: Trinark, the lizardman, Ginevra and Yix are in the main chamber. Si'rene and Andrea are at the rear of the party (still in the passageway). The others are somewhere in the middle.\n\nThose who wish to attack the horde in the passageway may make their own attack and damage rolls. Each zombie has AC 11 and DR 5/slashing. " }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nSeeing his comrade fall, Tychus becomes hysterical. This situation just goes from bad to worse.\n\n NOOOO! ANDREA!!!\n\nQuick, we've got to save him! \n\n\n\nEDIT: Stupid non-gender specific names!" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nSpinning around, seeing the fair-haired human going down, his nostrils flare as he lets out a ferocious snarl.\n\nHe braces his shield in front of him and holds out a hand and chants. The large tooth hanging on his neck catches fire which does not burn him. It roars out to his hand coalescing into a burning scimitar of flame. He twirls it experimentally but with the flourish of an experienced swordsman.\n\nHis own widened eyes betray his surprise. Then looking at the zombies pouring forth at the archer, his eyes narrow.\n\n \"Find the ssource....\" \nHe barks at Trinark and then pausing , in a lower tone he hisses, \"...and.. sstay alive\" \n\nHis expression sets into one of determination and he lumbers forward.\n\n One more... one more ..obstacle in my hunt for Sethra.. \n\nOOC: Flame Blade (30 rounds duration) melee touch\n1d8 +1 fire dmg.. {crap that slashing dmg resis explains the 25 dmg i took. well lesse how well they burn} + move action" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nFrom his perch Yix notices the swarm of zombies. He growls loudly as his discontent at the situation. He flies full force into one of the zombies hoping to give Andrea a chance to escape." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSmiling, Si'rene knocks another arrow, aiming at the closest zombie. Thinking about all that have done her wrong, she draws back gracefully, and lets another arrow fly." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nFrom her position in the main room, Ginevra sees Andrea fall. Whispering curses in more than a few different languages, and making sure her back could be against the wall, Ginevra quietly draws her shortsword and attacks the nearest zombie from the shadows.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=12) \n Damage Roll (1d6+2=4) )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel hisses out a colorful discription about those who act without thinking as her two companions charge into the hoard. She notices the exchange that the lizardman and drow cleric had. Making a descion she hopes she won't regret, she will quickly join Trinark hoping that her friends can hold their own...\n\nooc: damn langauge barrier!!!! the translators are in battle!" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "For a moment, Andrea's face appears, twisted into a grotesque mask of pain and fear, then he is swallowed up again by the zombie horde. His screams are silenced abruptly, sending a chill up your spine.\n\nWith elegant grace, Si'rene buries two arrows into the skull of one of the zombies. The undead rocks backward, but is then pushed forward by the zombies behind. The arrows stick out of its head like a pair of antennae but the creature continues to march forward.\n\nYix streaks to the attack, flapping his wings and stinging furiously. The lead zombie waves its arms in a futile attempt to bat the pseudodragon away. The zombie is too slow to catch the tiny lizard, but neither is Yix able to do much to stop the monster from continuing its approach.\n\nAs the zombies close in, Ginevra darts out of the shadows and impales one of the creatures from behind. Her precise blow would have been instantly fatal to almost any living human, but the zombie is not alive and hardly seems to notice the attack.\n\nWith a roar, the lizardman charges into the fray, shouldering aside Tychus and Thallios. His flame blade disembowels the nearest zombie, but the creature keeps on coming, almost tripping on its entrails.\n\nTiriel joins the druid, her flaming longsword chops into the same zombie the lizardman had injured, slicing the creature neatly in half. Its torso tumbles backward, but its legs and pelvis continue to stumble forward for a few seconds before they collapse as well.\n\nThe party falls back into the lighted room. The doorway is only 5 ft wide, so it may provide a critical bottleneck to hold the zombies at bay.\n\nOf course, there are also more than two dozen zombies in the chamber with you, but those zombies continue to sway in place, lining the walls at regular intervals.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: DR 5/slashing means that all damage is reduced by 5, EXCEPT for slashing damage. Si'rene's arrows and Ginevra's piercing attack cause almost no damage. The lizardman hits for 7 damage. Tiriel hits for 10 damage, destroying the zombie.\n\nThe zombies in the passageway can only enter the room one at a time. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll starts at the huge hord behind him, but quickly recovers. Finally, a chance to repay some of the debt that he owed these strange creatures, and an honourable, albeit almost certain death that was to follow, attempting to save the life of one who had helped free him.\n\n[Ooc: Charge into zombie hord at the point where Andrea's face was last seen. Charge against Zombies inclusive of the +2 bonus from charging. (1d20+10=29, hit, 1d8+4=7 damage) ]" }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\n[ooc: sorry I was out of it for a few days. After my vacation I came down with a terrible cold...]\n\nThe elf in blue robes gasped in surprise as Andrea went down under a torrent of zombies. He'd been thinking of decimating the undead horde with a fireball, but was waiting for just the right moment. Okay, I guess I missed it. Things were quickly getting out of hand.\n\nThallios lifted his hands, appropriate material pinched between fingertips, and looked for a target that didn't include Andrea. \"Friends, NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO DUCK!\" he shouted.\n\nHe picked a spot 20 feet behind the first few ranks of zombies, that would take out as many as possible with minimal risk to his compatriots, and let FIREBALL fly in an arc over the heads of the foremost corpses." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nHaving little use for himself, Tychus starts up a Battle Hymn to aid his companions, whilst ducking low, behind the rest of the party.\n\n Make it all stop, please make it stop... \n\n\n[Bardic Music, add +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear.]" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nTargeting as she lifts her hands as best she can once more, by the fire in my soul, let these flames hit true! \n\n((OOC I am looking for an angle where my cone of fire does the least damage to those on my side. None if at all possible. Burning hands again. I think i get this 5x per day?))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \"Ginerva, ask the drow if he can do something about the mass of undead heading our way would you?\" Tiriel trys to be as poliet...but she's still shouting.\n\nooc: I'm still going to use this color for Tiriel's talking...it's always in common anyhow." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin switches to another zombie beside it and slashs with his flame blade.\n\nOOC: (own) dice roll =12 so hit dmg= 6 +2=8\n2 zombies dmg taken: 7, 8\nMay be those with lower damaging weapons can hit those. More efficient, yeah?..I have a club hanging on my belt if anyone needs it." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nAt the Druid's urging, Trinark began scanning the room lined with zombies. He was looking for anyone or anything that might be the source for the zombies. He tried ignore the sounds of combat coming from behind him and focus on the task at hand.\n\nSecretly Trinark began a silent prayer to Eilistraee, attempting to focus her positive energy. In the event the zombies decide to attack, he wanted at least the chance to repell them.\n\n[OOC: Search roll = 14, is applicable]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nFeeling defeated Yix returns to is perch. He scans the area looking for anything strange." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nHearing Tiriel's shout, Ginevra calls to Trinark, in his own tongue, \"Trinark, can you turn these zombies away? With your holy symbol?\" Sheathing her ineffective shortsword and muttering under her breath, she draws her dagger and uses its more effective cutting side to slash at the nearest zombie.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=16) \n Damage Roll (1d4+2=5) )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel will join in and attack the zombies until some other alternative appears....\n\[email protected]:\nAttack/dmg rolls, use as needed, and she does have CLEAVE, but I'll let you do that.\n1. Attk=14, damage=12, fire=4\n\n2. Attk=12, damage=9, fire=2\n\n3. Attk=27, damage= 8, Fire=4\n\n4. Attk=16, damage=12, fire=6\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=406583 " }, { "author": "scene24", "message": " Thallios, elf wizard \n\nOnce finished casting fireball at the horde of zombies, Thallios reached into the pocket on the side of his pack, felt around for a moment, and withdrew just the right scroll tube. While the others take on the front rank of zombies and retrieve Andrea from the dogpile, it's time for me to apply a little PREVENTATIVE medicine. \n\nThallios opened the tube and withdrew the scroll of Magic Circle vs Evil. He pulled the vial of silver powder from his component pouch and began preparations for the Circle...\n\n[OOC: if any of the party appears to be hazardously low on hit points, (including Andrea if his body is recovered alive) Thallios will postpone casting the Circle long enough to use his wand of cure light wounds a couple of times on the sufferer.]" }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nTychus continues singing, taking his longsword out in case he gets attacked, ready to strike at the first foe that moves to him" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel decapitates a second zombie as she follows through with her flaming longsword.\n\nA third and then a fourth zombie drop as her blade sizzles and sparks, mowing through the lumbering undead like a sickle through grass.\n\nThe lizardman wields a flaming blade of his own, slicing deeply into the closest zombie. Ginevra finishes off the monster, cutting off its head with a razor sharp knife.\n\nAs Si'rene falls back, she sprays the lead zombies with more flames from her outstretched fingertips.\n\nThallios detonates a fireball behind the front ranks of zombies, sending ragged chunks of dessicated zombie flesh in all directions. A dozen zombies are instantly destroyed. Gruesome shrapnel, fragments of bone and dessicated flesh, ricochets off of the ceiling and walls of the hallway, pattering onto the ground like rain.\n\nThe gnoll raises his shield and charges through the doorway into the remaining mass of zombies, howling a challenge as he impales the lead zombie with his trident. The zombie, which had already been struck by two of Si'rene's arrows and had been scorched by two of her spells, finally collapses, rapidly disintegrating into a mass of inert body parts. The gnoll is immediately surrounded by zombies and, like Andrea, quickly disappears from view as he is pummeled from all directions.\n\nTychus' warm voice echoes in the large chamber, a rousing song of battle that belies the fear in his heart. He draws his sword warily as he backs deeper into the large zombie-lined room.\n\nTrinark seems to be lost in thought. Paying relatively little attention to the melee at the doorway, the drow instead surveys the chamber carefully as if looking for something important ...\n\nYix zips back to his safe perch, looking down at the zombies with irritation, his stinger-tipped tail twitching with annoyance. The pseudodragon watches Thallios read from an arcane scroll as he sprinkles a glittering powder into the air. The silver dust magically arranges itself into a 20 ft diameter ring that encompasses most of the party.\n\nYix's keen eyes spot movement behind the front ranks of zombies. He warns the party members telepathically - More zombies are coming! \n\n\n\nOOC: Si'rene's earlier burning hands spell had hit 6 zombies for 6 points each.\n\nLast round, the lizardman and Tiriel destroyed a zombie. Tiriel gets a follow-up attack, hitting with a 14 for 16 damage, destroying another zombie. This round, she hits with a 12 for 11 damage, destroying a third zombie, and cleaves with a 27 for 12 damage, destroying a fourth!!!\n\nThe lizardman hits a fifth zombie with a 12 for 8 damage. Ginevra finishes it off with a 16 for 5 damage.\n\nSi'rene casts burning hands again, hitting 6 zombies for 8 damage.\n\nThallios casts fireball behind the front ranks, causing 21 points of damage for all zombies in a 20 ft radius (destroying 12 zombies instantly).\n\nThe gnoll's trident hits with a 29 for 2 (7 - 5) damage, but this is enough to destroy the lead zombie (who had been hit by two of Si'rene's arrows and two burning hands spells).\n\nThe gnoll is attacked by 5 (scorched) zombies, but only one is able to hit his charging AC of 21. It hits for 5 damage.\n\nTrinark searches unsuccessfully for some kind of power source in the chamber.\n\n(An amazing total of 18 zombies have been destroyed so far! There are 5 zombies up front that have been hit by Si'rene's burning hands.)\n\nThallios begins the next round by casting circle of protection from evil. " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSmirking at the bodies being laid to rest, Si'rene \"hears\" the dragon's warning. Consentrating as hard as she can with all the commotion going on around her she thinks a message back to him, hoping he can \"hear\" her as well. Any idea of how many more we can expect? " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra scowls, hearing the dragon's message, then continues to attack the zombies, going for the closest one with her dagger.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=21) \n Damage Roll (1d4+2=4) )" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n zorm-bies.. \nHe thinks, mentally digesting the word.\n\n He needs more time.. \n\nHe spins hitting another undead.Working in concert with Ginevra beside him, they dispatch it efficiently." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene steps into the chamber while the lizardman and Ginevra dispatch yet another zombie.\n\nThe pseudodragon zips down to the doorway and peers past the melee. There are at least another dozen zombies on the way ... \n\nThe gnoll reappears in the midst of the last 5 zombies. Most of the zombies have already been damaged by Si'rene's burning hands , but the gnoll seems to be having trouble destroying any of them with his trident. At the same time, the zombies seem to be unable to get past the gnoll's shield and plate armor. Their fists rebound harmlessly off of the gnoll with dull clangs.\n\nGinevra cuts down another pair of zombies, leaving only three standing. Andrea's broken body lies at her feet.\n\n[hr]\nIn the main chamber, Trinark calls out to the lizardman in draconic. Can you speed things up a bit? I think that we have company. \n\nLooking back over his shoulder, the lizardman sees the drow standing beside the large stone tablet facing toward the opposite doorway from the one where the fighting is happening.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Only three zombies left, but about a dozen more reinforcements are on the way behind them. More visitors approaching from the opposite direction as well. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya slices into a zombie. He decapitates it but does not fell it. Ginevra , twirling in a tight arc between the two, emerges out of darkness. Shadows fall away from her like black wavy garments. Falling to one knee, she hamstrings the zombie. It collapses to its knees, keels to its left and ceases moving.\n\nThe lizardman catches sight of a slight smile on her face as she turns, before being masked by her hair whipping into it. She grips the edge of his shield with her other hand. With an acrobatic twist, she leaps and spins feet first, in mid-air, into darkness. The shadows wrapping fluidically around her. Undead hands reached out for her in vain.\n\nSsathiya snarls in reply to Trinark's warning. Stabbing another zombie in his chest, he telepathically projects an image of Andrea to Yix.\n\n HELP HIM!... \n\nOOC: sorry to both DR and Blackfox. hope they'll approve of the artistic license I took.(Shadowdancing and battle etc.) My wrting needs more work, i fear.need more practice. :( milla jovovich-on-the-brain.. with shorter mid-cheek hair." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tirel uses the short break to clear the zombie muck off her sword. She frowns when she sees Andrea's body, but there's nothing she can do to help him. Insteed she'll start concentrating on helping the living. She'll wade in and help the gnoll finish the remaining 5(?) zombies and then attempt to get him back into the main chamber, willing or not.\nooc: Tiriel will first try talking to to him, if that doen't work, well I'm sure every one can imagine what a human dragging a gnoll across the floor looks like...." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies around the area looking for a way out as well as scouting for more zombies. As he flies near Andrea;s body he sees if there is anything can do, but he feels his help would be in vain." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nRoaring in anger at the dung smelling carrion, the gnoll lays about him at any zombie he can reach, trying to shake off the hands that are pulling at him.\n\n[Ooc: Streangth check against Tirel (1d20+4=22) . Attack Zombie 1d20+8= 19 , dmg= 1d8-1=1 ]" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nGlowering, Si'rene looks around for some cloth to tie onto the head of an arrow, if she finds some she will catch fire to the cloth, aim at the zombies, and aiming true, hit one in the center. I can't believe this is happening... Si'rene curses under her breath as she looks for a better way to get fire on a bunch of zombies at once.\n\n((OOC))) I will be looking for rocks to tie cloth onto, or something like that." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra bends down over Andrea and checks to see if he's still breathing and if she can feel a pulse. If so, she'll try to get him out of harm's way (into the main chamber, in a corner) and attempt to stabilize him. If Andrea is apparantly dead, then Ginevra will retreat into the shadows so she can get in a favorable position.\n\n(OOC: Untrained Heal check, modifier +0.)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel gives up on convincing the gnoll to retreat into the main chamber. She doesn't know him well enough to try more than once. She'll continue to hack away at zombies until Ginevra has confirmed that there's no hope for Andrea...\n\nooc: here are a series of attack/damge rolls, use what's needed Dr.B\n\n attacks 22, 25, 10, 24\n damage: 7+ 5 fire, 9 + 5 fire, 7+ 5 fire, 10 + 5 fire.\n\n....okay so I didn't believe that rolling that many 5's was correct so I rolled another set which came out completely different, so I guess the first roll was valid." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix flutters nearby as Ginevra crouches next to Andrea's battered body. Her fingers can find no pulse, and so she gently closes his unseeing eyes, shaking her head so that the others know that Andrea is beyond saving.\n\nThe gnoll continues to stab away at the zombies surrounding him, but the tines of the trident seem not to affect the undead very much. One of the zombies manages to punch the gnoll in the snout, bloodying his nose. Growling with frustration, he shakes off Tiriel's attempts to pull him back into the main chamber.\n\nShrugging, Tiriel cuts down two of the remaining zombies, leaving the last to the lizardman, who beheads it with his flame blade .\n\nBreathing heavily, the party retreats back to the chamber while dozens of additional zombies slowly shuffle forward up the passageway, cutting off any hope of escape back the way the party came.\n\n[hr]\nSi'rene looks around for some flammable material to wrap her arrowheads with while the others prepare to defend the chamber entrance.\n\n\" We've got company ... \" whispers the drow.\n\nSix armored warriors enter from the opposite side of the chamber, two by two, their faces obscured by their helmets' faceplates. They fan out protectively, forming a semi-circle in front of the far entrance. They carry two-handed swords, which they plant point-downward onto the stone floor. Their gauntleted hands rest on the pommels of the swords, ready to swing them into action at a moment's notice.\n\nA tall, lithe woman steps into the room. She too is fully armored, but her faceplate is raised, allowing everyone to see her jet-black bangs, ivory skin, and deep-red lips. An elegant saber is sheathed at her side.\n\nThe giant stone slab lies between your party and the seven of them.\n\nAs one, the two dozen zombies lining this large chamber drop to one knee and place one hand on the ground in salute.\n\n\"Hail and well met, my friends! We have been waiting for you for a long time!\" The woman speaks in lightly accented Common. Her voice is low and gravelly but lighthearted.\n\n\"HOLD!\" She cries out suddenly, and the zombies in the passage halt in their tracks behind you.\n\nHer voice returns to its friendly tone. \"I apologize for the zombies. They can be so simple-minded, you know. They were instructed not to harm you, but ...\"\n\n\"Oh, dear! Was he with you?\" she asks as she notices Andrea's body.\n\n\n\nOOC: The last of the 24 zombies is dispatched. The gnoll takes 6 points of damage. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing the dark one shake her head over the fallen Andrea, had caused him to brutalize the zombie remains even after he decapitated it. It wasn't the death that shook him. Death in battle was a good thing in the lizardfolk culture. It was the thought that as druid he had failed to repay his debt to one of the pinkskins who had risked life and limb to save him. A creature not of their pack.\n\nAs he stood drawing deep breaths, his eyes narrowed in measured fury at the creature who obviously commanded these foul mockeries of life.\n\n Semuanya...grant me strength to cleanse all the things here with no place in the Great Balance.. \n\nHe studied the creature that was talking and the guards surrounding it. Whispering the words of a basic orison, he cast a spell that would allow him to see the auras of the weave.\n\nOOC: Det Magic. Sorry folks. instincts tell me this is an impt NPC. but just as Thokk isn't going to parlay with any demon. Ssathiya isn't going to see eye-to-eye with any aberration or individual who practices necromancy. He's a very orthodox druid.He was an orthodox lizardkin too but he's not an idiot so he unlearnt his prejudices." }, { "author": "Rei_Jin", "message": " Tychus \n\nNow that battle has stopped, Tychus gathers his wits about him, and looks at the new arrival, trying to glean who, or what she is.\n\n Yes, yes he WAS with us, and is no longer. Who are you, and why do you seek to hold us here?\n\nWhat do you want with us? We are not a threat to one such as yourself, we only wish to escape from the Underdark. \n\n[OOC: Diplomacy check, 1d20+15=19 ]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": "(OOC: Is Ginevra hidden, or did the newcomers enter before she could find a place to hide?)" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix growls as loudly as he can at the women. He flies closer, puffing out his tiny little dragon chest, and growling all the while. His tail flicks from side to side as a warning that the group will not take being emssed with." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nRealizing the group is surrounded and outnumbered, Trinark decides to take a more casual stance. At least until he sees how deeply in trouble they are...again.\n\nGripping his longsword loosely he rests it lightly against his right shoulder.\n\nAddressing the strange woman, in common, \"Who are you?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel stares at the woman and her guards with a bemused expresion before shooting the drow an iritated look. The fact that Trinark only now revels that he speaks common causes her much more annoyance than the new arrivals.\nKeeping her sword in plain sight, she'll move towards the front of the group at a steady walk. She has no idea who this woman is or what she's talking about, but if it comes to a fight, they look like more of a challange than the zombies." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": "[si'rene]\n\nSteps around for a clear shot, getting an arrow nocked and aimed at the obvious leader's throat. Holding aim like that until she is otherwise convinced not to, or the time becomes apparent she should let the arrow fly true." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll looks arround, wiping blood from his nose in a crimson streak along his hiry arm. The blood mingles with the fur, creating a glistening, slicked trail which gradually dulls and hardens into a scabby crust, but the gnoll ignores this, as it does the aditional blood which is starting to run from it's nose. Instead it's attention is taken up by the newcomers, heavily armored and heavily armed.\n\n \"What devilish scum are you, that you comand the loyalty of this walking carrion?\" it growls, eyeing the weapons they hold ready. \"If you are come to fight us to allow us an honourable death rather than be burried alive by these mindless abominations,\" it indicates the undead behind him, spitting the last word, \"then let us have done with it and dance, for I grow weary of this place.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The woman lowers her chin and steps back gracefully as she folds her hand over her heart in a formal curtsey. Her armor clanks softly as she does so.\n\n\"My name is Jessica Deirdre Alyssandra Valentine, and I am very pleased to meet you.\"\n\nEyeing Si'rene and Tiriel in particular, she continues, \"You can lower your weapons. We mean you no harm. In fact, I have standing orders to assist you and escort you to the surface as expeditiously as possible.\"\n\n\"I am sorry about your friend. Rest assured, his body will be taken care of.\" She raises a hand, and six zombies detach themselves from the walls and move forward towards Andrea.\n\n[hr]\nGinevra observes the woman with interest from her hidden vantage point in the shadows. The lizardman's eyes narrow as he peers at the woman as well. The altar's strong aura of necromancy distorts his perceptions making it difficult for him to get a read on the woman." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \"Do Not... TOuch Him!\" \n, he roars in unaccustomed common. Brandishing his scimitar overhead, he wards off any undead that approaches Andrea.\n\n \"Thosse who break the (Natural) Order of thingss are no friend of I\" , he hisses at the stranger.\n\nHis druidic oaths made his greatest desire at that moment nothing more than to destroy that altar and kill the wretched pinkskin that surely must be the source.\nGlancing at the people he had to guide to safety he restrained himself.\n Hunt wisely.. echoed a thought in him.\nRemembering his drow friend to possess some knowledge of the walking dead, \"Cloudhair!, drive these things away!\" \n\nStaring defiantly at the woman, \"If wish to live you, move away you will\" lapsing into a direct translation of the draconic thought. He stands shoulder to shoulder with the gnoll as rearguard at the foot of Andrea's body, prepared to fight his way out if the woman would not budge." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel does not sheath her sword but, in what seems a lazy manner, allows it's point to aim at the floor instead of the strangers.\n \"Lady Valentine I'm sure you realize that necromancy is seen as an abomination by all others not of the faith,\" she glances at the lizardman, the gnoll and the drow before contiuning, \"So our suspicions are well founded. You said you have standing orders, who issued those orders?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nFrom her hiding place in the shadows, Ginevra continues to observe the woman. She slowly removes her daggers from her sleeves and holds them flat against her wrists as she assesses the situation.\n Who did send you? And what do they want? I don't trust them and I don't trust you. For all we know there's someone waiting to capture us and slit our throats when we get out of the damn Underdark. I'll follow if you drag my friends along, but I don't trust you. \n\n(OOC: Sense Motive check (1d20=2) \nGah, I don't have a modifier. :P)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ginevra has no idea whether Lady Valentine is lying or not, but she knows that she doesn't trust her.\n\nThe lizardman, predictably, is overtly hostile toward the woman and her six escorts, who remain motionless, their swords held point-down. He bares his fangs and raises his flame blade in warning as the zombies approach Andrea's body.\n\nLady Valentine flicks her hand to the side, and the zombies back away. \"As you wish, lizardkin.\"\n\n[hr]\nTurning towards Tiriel, the woman shrugs. \"I am no necromancer, nor am I a philosopher.\"\n\n\"Still, I find your use of the word abomination puzzling. There are many would call a sentient lizard an abomination , and we all know what the cold-blooded races think of pink skins , don't we? And since when did human, elf and gnoll fight side-by-side? And are not the accursed dark elves often called abominations? \"\n\nHer voice rises as she continues, \"Yet, here I find the three of you (yes, shadowdancer, I can see you) wandering without permission among our most sacred ruins in the company of a gnoll, a bloodthirsty lizardkin warrior, and a drow elf (all arguably abominations themselves). I arrive here to find that you have destroyed dozens of sentient creatures simply because they don't fit into your narrow view of the natural order . Who, truly, are the abominations here?\"\n\nShe pauses to regain her composure. Speaking softly, she concludes, \"Still, I have not the right to judge you.\"\n\n[hr]\n\"I know my master simply as 'he-who-walks-again'. Through visions, he instructed me to watch for three women wandering lost through the Underdark and to escort them to the surface if found.\"\n\n\"The visions have increased in frequency and intensity within the past week. Therefore, I am very happy to find you at last.\"\n\n\"The most recent visions indicate that I am to provide you with protection against those who might wish to harm you, and to deliver you safely to the House of Relik in Telflamm.\"" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nPractically snarling at the woman, oathbow not lowered, she asks and WHY should we trust you? You state you are not a necromancer, then what are you, and who is \"he who walks again\"? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lady Valentine gazes at Si'rene with perfect equanimity. \"Why should you not trust me?\"\n\n\"I am merely one of several custodians of the City of the Dead, created centuries ago by my master, 'he-who-walks-again', whom I obey without question.\" She lowers her eyes as she says this.\n\nShe then raises her chin, and you can see pride in her eyes. \"But, though I am merely a servant, do not make the mistake of assuming that I am without power. I have three legions of undead under my command. You live now only by my grace.\n\n\"Is not the fact that you still live evidence enough that I mean you no harm?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe madness of the woman was apparent when she referred to his drow companion and himself as abominations . All natural creatures birthed by Otherwhere were of The Balance. Life and Death were part of the cycles of the Order of Things. Dead flesh that moved with a semblance of life were anathema to any of the druidic faith lizardkin or otherwise.\n\nThe folly of these pinkskins: humans, elves and gnomes as Wolverine-Heart/ Fizahn had taught him was their greed in baubles and their need to pursue corruptive magic that warped the Balance that would otherwise sustain them.\n\nLooking to the Gnoll, he recognised its pack-instinct to protect the fallen human. He could not abide its smell but accepted its company and knew the words of the stranger to be false. It HAD a place in the Balance even if he had yet to understand it. As for his drow packmate who honored his weapon, he neither knew or sensed his place in the order of things but knew him to be a different breed of pinkskin and the only creature he had encountered in the Deep Earth other than giant ants and spiders that had a niche in the Great Balance.\n\nThe retreat of the zombies gave him pause to consider all these thoughts. He still held aloft his scimitar and began formulating a plan to kill the source of the undead. The word Teflamn distracted him but he would not accept help from this one any more than he would have boarded the boat with the hideous squid-man." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel grins. ahh, now we will see your true colors... \n \"I didn't mean to offened you. Prehaps the word abomination was a bit, mischossen. It must have been the stench of rotten flesh that made me speak so, rudely. Forgive me.\" \nTiriel makes a shallow bow,\n \"I was only trying to express that some of our group will have more than the standard amount of trouble trusting a stranger since you walk with those most consider foul. Please excess their mistrust, the last few weeks have been very tiring.\" \n\ndiplomacy check: 12 \nooc: the goal of this piece is to throw Valentine off balance by seeming to use badly chossen words in seemingly well meaning sentances....\nIt probaly won't work, but it's fun.\n\[email protected]: should \"the House of Relik in Telflamm\" be ringing alarm bells?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lady Valentine leans forward and takes a few sniffs of the air. Cocking an eyebrow she asks, \"And how long has it been since your last bath?\"\n\n\"Look at yourselves, unwashed and filthy from weeks (or is it months?) wandering lost through the Underdark! Your lizardkin friend hasn't even bothered to wipe the gore from his scales.\n\n\"Your collective stench almost makes me want to vomit, but common etiquette would suggest that it would be boorish to point out your lack of attention to hygeine.\"\n\nTurning on her heel, she exits the chamber without further ceremony. Her escorts raise their two-handed swords to their shoulders and follow her, marching two-by-two with practiced precision.\n\n\"Well, are you coming?\" her voice echoes from the passageway.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The city of Telflamm is one of Thesk's major cities. It happens to be where Tiriel, Ginevra and Si'rene were heading, and it also was where the lizardman's friends were going. The 'House of Relik' doesn't ring any bells for anyone except for the lizardman who feels like he might have heard the name 'Relik' before. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra thinks over this latest information from her hiding place in the shadows. Not wanting to be seen or heard, she remains in the shadows, and concentrates on the thought: Yix? Can you hear me? If you would be willing to tell the others something, I would greatly appreciate it. I would like to let Tiriel, S'irene, the lizardkin and the gnoll, Tychus, Trinark, and Thallios know that they should call me 'Katrin' until I tell them to stop. Also, they should know that I will be disguising myself, so they shouldn't be surprised that I'll look different when they see me next. I don't want to make you feel like a messenger, but I don't trust this woman and I don't want any more death. \n\nIf the group chooses to leave, Ginevra will follow, keeping unseen in the shadows. She will keep her daggers out and hidden flat against her wrists." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nGrumbling, and looking around at Tiriel and knowing that Ginevra is watching her, Si'rene nods her head slightly and starts walking to Tiriel, but never puts her bow away, mearly holding it down to her side rather than up in front of her, arrow still in her hand. To Tiriel: I am inclined to go, get back on track for our mission. If she can lead us out of here, so be it. Your feeling? \n OOC: I am ready to march out, bow never leaving my hand, an arrow always in my other, for quick dispersal of any problems that will come up on our way. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel shrugs. \"I'd rather walk behind her than before her. And personaly, I think she was telling the truth.\" \n\nooc: Tiriel's ready to go. She'll sheath her sword, but keep her hand on the pommel." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWith no apparent way out than to fight a losing fight where many if not all may fall, the reptilian slings his shield onto his back and scoops an arm around Andrea's shoulders. He looks to the gnoll behind him expecting him or another to help him carry Andrea.\n\nHe only hoped that the wretch that had captured them now would have an unguarded moment for him to take her out.\n Rel-lik... \nSomething felt like he should have known that pinkskin name. It surprised him, shrugging his mind back to the present he prepares to move. He watches the undead warily." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nSee the rest of the group prepare to move out, he admitted to himself that it seemed like the easiest option. Which usually meant they were in for a world of trouble.\n\nTrinark moved over to help his Druid friend carry their fallen companion.\n\nOne thing weighed heavily on Trinark's mind...he would have to say goodbye to his companions when they reached the surface. The world of sunlight was no place for one such as himself." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll shares a strange moment of recognition with the Lizardcreature. Their eyes meet and it seems to understand for the first time the similarity of their position, the fact that both come from repressed and what is generally considered barbarous backgrounds and that they both owe a debt to the same strange collection of creaturs. Noticing the others readiness dispite their intended aparanyt calm, the Gnoll feels strangely... safe, as though he didn't need to be on his guard because the others were. This is a new feeling, something he didn't even experience among his pack, and it disturbs him slightly that he should be so trusting of these weak creatures. But then her realises thatthey have shown repeatedly their toughness. Maybe he underestimated them. Maybe they did deserve his trust. Still pondering this, he helps the Lizard with Andrea, lifting the creature easily. Rogormortis is yet to set in, and the dead weight might be a greater toll on someone weaker, but the Gnoll is strong and willing to help those he can now trust..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Bearing Andrea's body, your party reluctantly decides to follow Lady Valentine and her retinue.\n\nShe strides bodly through the labyrinth, seeming not to require any light to see by. Many of your party members are also comfortable in the dark, but for the rest, the single everburning torch at the rear of the party provides only minimal relief from the oppressive darkness.\n\nAfter many twists and turns, you are grateful to be following someone who knows where they are going. It would have taken an eternity to navigate the maze of catacombs and blind passages.\n\nAt almost every intersection, zombies step back and bow reverently, allowing your party to pass unmolested.\n\n[hr]\nEventually you lose count, but there appear to be hundreds if not thousands of undead wandering the passages of the \"City of the Dead.\" The entire complex of tunnels reminds of you of a bustling anthill.\n\nThe journey takes several \"days,\" possibly half of a tenday. As always, it is hard to judge the passage of time without any sunlight to guide you. Lady Valentine is always careful to keep her distance from you. The other undead likewise do not molest you during your trip.\n\nYour rations had run out long ago, but Lady Valentine's minions surprise you by providing palatable, if simple, food and clean water to drink.\n\nThe minions even provide a canvas cloth to wrap Andrea's body in. Perhaps through magic, Andrea's body seems not to decay at the expected rate during the final passage through the Underdark.\n\n[hr]\nEventually, you find yourselves in wider, more-recently dug tunnels.\n\n\"We are near the surface,\" announces Lady Valentine. \"I can accompany you no farther. Follow this passage to the end. You will emerge in the sewers below the city. Find your way to House Relik, and fare well adventurers.\"\n\nWith that succinct goodbye, Lady Valentine sweeps down a side corridor along with her tireless escorts. As she passes through the penumbra of the everburning torch, you note for the first time that she casts no shadow ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\"That was surprisingly odd.\" Yix thinks to himself while making his way further into the tunnels before him. He breathes the air deeply trying to tell if it is any fresher than before." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra narrows her eyes and the back of her neck prickles as she realises the Lady Valentine is less (or more) than she appears. She tries to catch everyone's attention, and says quietly, \"Do not call me Ginevra in Teflamm, I am to be called Katrin there. I will be disguising myself before we leave the sewers, so don't be surprised when I appear different to you.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark turns to his Druid companion, \"I am afraid here is where our paths seperate. The surface world of the sun is not the place for me or my kind. I would be instantly recognized by those above. I am familiar with the persecution my kind have suffered in the past. The brightness of the lights and especially the sun would leave me debilitated and unable to function except at night.\" \n\nHe turns to the rest of the group, \"I wish you all well during the rest of your journey. If you ever return to the Underdark again, call my name and I will find you.\" \n\nLooking sad but resolute, Trinark drifts toward the rear of the group as they prepare to enter the sewers." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel mutters I knew it. when she observes that Valentine has no shadow.\n well if she chosses to rot with the zombies, so be it. It's no buisiness of mine. \n\nTiriel's mood is steadly improving now that Valentine is gone and the surface is close. When Ginevra asks to be called \"Katrin,\" Tiriel laughs a little. \"Are we back to that again already?\" she says as she smilies at her friend.[hr]\nTrinark's annoycement that he is not continuing with the group strikes a nerve with Tiriel. While she can't understand the words that he and the lizardman exchanged she has a fair idea of their content. She turns around and grabs Tirnark's arm, \"That's a crappy excuese. Comm'on, we need to talk.\" \n::Tiriel wants to take Tinark around a bend in the tunnel where the other's cannot see. She doesn't seem egar to physicaly fight, but does seem pretty peeved about something. She's not using her strength to move him...yet::" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe drow's announcement came as a shock to the lizardman. The degree of imbalance in this hellish place that lay simply beneath their feet was startling and he had been expected to be betrayed at any moment.\n\nNow Cloudhair wanted to remain here alone. He had no place among his own kind. And all kinds of horrors waited to devour you.\n\n A pack of one.. \n He would not survive.. \n\nHe had intended to speak with the drow but one of the ladies, the one with the flaming sword had cut in and seemed to want to talk to her himself. He had tried to follow but a look from her had told him that she wanted to be alone with him. He lagged behind, just within earshot, intent on talking to him after her. He hoped she spoke slow enough for him to catch and follow what she said." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nLooking resigned, Trinark allows himself to be steered away around the corner for a chat.\n\nFolding his arms across his chest, he looks intently at Tiriel obviously concentrating intently to understand her.\n\n[OOC: Trinark only understand a very* little Common.]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nSighing, Ginevra follows Tiriel, doubtful that Trinark knows enough Common to carry on a conversation, but unsure if Tiriel wants her conversation to be private. She will translate if Tiriel and Trinark have trouble communicating accurately." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nGesters for Ginevra to remain behind and continues down the tunnel with Trinark.\n\nooc: sorry all'ya'll but I'd like to conduct the rest of the conversation via PM...Dr.Bob can forward what he wants to those who still insist on preforming \"Listen checks.\"\n\nYoric_Steele/Dr.Bob - check your mailboxes." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix continues blissfully unaware of his companions as his joy for finally reaching the surface paint images in his mind. He even begins silently crooning what appears to be some sort of melody, but it is rathee hard to tell what exactly it is." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nNot at all surprised that the one that was dark would feel the urge to stay here, but shocked he had less courage than she had previously attributed to him, Si'rene waits to see if Tiriel can fix whatever he feels the problem is. She is visually anxious to get out of this place, as she sits to roll another of her tobacco sticks, only to find she had finally run out of the precious commodity. Sighing in disgust, she sits down so close to out of this horrid place, yet forced to wait once more." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n \"City?\" This comes out in a horse whisper. The gnoll looks visably shocked as though just hit over the head unexpectedly. Where there were cities there were humans, and humans tended to not like gnolls. For a matter of fact, gnolls tended to not lke humans, but then there seemed to be some humans here who did not dislike him, or at least human like creatures. It was difficult to tell the differences between humans and elves and then you have half elf, half humans. Now that was just going into the realm of imposibility, trying to distinguish between those...\n\nThe gnoll looks thoughtfull at his inner reverie, an unusual visage for a gnoll, but this one manages it quite well." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra respects Tiriel's wishes for privacy and goes over to a corner with her disguise kit. With her back to the group and her hood up, Ginevra applies her disguise. It takes her about 20 minutes to finish. After she puts away her kit, she turns around. 'Katrin's' hair is now visibly shorter, about shoulder length, and it seems darker than before. It is pulled back into a horsetail. An almost-white scar runs across her face from her left cheekbone to the bridge of her nose.\n\nEDIT: (OOC: Disguise check: 31 because I forgot to add the bonus from my disguise kit )" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel and Trinark have a quiet conversation together while the others look down the passage indicated by Lady Valentine.\n\nIndeed, the air does seem different from either the arid, stale atmosphere of most of the Underdark or the faintly putrescent odor that permeated the City of the Dead.\n\nA gentle, damp breeze wafts down the corridor toward you. You catch a faint whiff of sewage, but sewage means civilization, and after weeks (or months) in the Underdark, no smell could be sweeter!\n\n[hr]\nYix seems to be whistling or wheezing, it isn't clear which, until you realize that he seems to be singing a song. Indeed, all of your hearts are lifted, except perhaps for those belonging to the lizardman, gnoll, and drow ...\n\n[hr]\n\nWhile Trinark and Tiriel converse, Ginevra Katrin reveals her new appearance. The disguise is remarkable, and Tychus actually goes for his sword for a moment, as if she were a stranger, before he realizes his error.\n\nChuckling to himself, Tychus walks away. He steps over to Andrea's enshrouded corpse. Patting the body on the shoulder he whispers, \"We'll be back on the surface soon, my friend! Just a little farther, that's all.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nAfter hearing Tiriel's words Trinark pauses a moment. He closed his eyes, turning his head slightly off to the side. Slowly his head reclined until it looked like he was lifting his face toward the heavens.\n\nSoftly he wispers, \"Valrae nep ga'est moren'em.\" \n\nHe opened his eyes looking directly into Tiriel's, his eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.\n\n \"Thank you Tiriel, you are most convincing.\" he stated in a normal tone of voice that carried down the tunnel. \"I will continue onward with you, and learn what it means to walk in the light.\" \n\nHe turned on his heel sharply, and rejoins the rest of the group. Stopping only long enough to smile warmly at his faithful Druid companion." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel smiles at Trinark. She knows that all of the unusual members of their party are going to have a rough time when they reach the city, but she feels confident that it'll be worth it.\nShe then rejoins the rest of the group. When everyone is ready, she'll suggest that they start putting as much distancee as possible between themselves and the zombie nest." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll has dropped to the back of the group now, and looks distinctly unhappy. Sholders hunched and face lowered, the only thing keeping him going is his debt towards the other creatures in this strange tribe." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nUnable to hear how the conversation had gone, he had stamped about and paced.\n\nReturning from the rear, Trinark smiles at him.\n\n \"What is your decision? Do you remain with this one, pack-mate?\" \n\nHe peers intently into Trinark's face.\n\n \"When we have guided these.. people up, we must search for and rejoin our former pack?... The little one may be in danger..\" \n\nHe looks at his feet\n ..and so may be my people.. \n\nHe waits for Trinark's answer." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nIn seeing the dark elf return with Tiriel and seeing the look of success upon her face Si'rene knew that she has worked her magic again. The dark one would stay with this motley group for the time being at least. Standing and dusting off, Si'rene signals she is ready to go when the others are. Tired of the cramped dark caves. Even the sewers seem better. They at least bring hope." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark answered the Lizardkin, \" Yes, I will remain your pack-mate. I hope that we can soon resume the search for the one who is lost to you. Her fate is cloudy to me as well...\" \n\nTrinark turned to the rest of the group, \"Perhaps you can tell me about the customs of those above. As I have heard only stories and rumors.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"The customs above are as complex as those of the drow,\" says 'Katrin'. \"Perhaps the best way for me to help you is to answer your questions; I wouldn't even know where to start if I were to try to explain it all to you.\" To no one in particular, she comments, \"I'd like to get moving soon, if we can, I don't want to spend any more time underground then I have to.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It is hard to know what changed the drow's mind. Was it Tiriel's persuasive argument? The memory of the other humans who rescued him from being sacrificed to Lolth? Or could it have been something else?\n\n[hr]\nThe party moves forward down the mortared stone passage indicated by Lady Valentine.\n\nThe passages appears to dead-end, but damp air can clearly be felt blowing between crevices in the stone. It takes Yix and Ginevra only a few moments to identify the small secret door in the wall. The lizardman and gnoll work their claws into the stone where the rogues indicate the edge of the door lies.\n\nWith straining muscles, they pull the portal open as stone grinds upon stone.\n\n[hr]\nOne by one, you pass through the small opening into a tiny cramped tunnel. The end of the tunnel is visible as a small square of not-quite-black. As you exit the tunnel and stand erect, you find yourselves on a 10 ft ledge, running along one wall of a large aquaduct.\n\nThe sewer stretches as far as you can see in either direction. The vaulted ceiling arches overhead (perhaps 15 ft high at its apex), punctuated at intervals by small grates. It must be night, because only faint moonlight spills through the grates, but after your time in the Underdark, the sewer seems almost brightly lit.\n\nThe sewer is not as digusting as one might have anticipated. Dark water rushes down the middle of the aquaduct. Perhaps it had rained recently?\n\nLooking up and down the sewer, you wonder how you are supposed to find \"House Relik.\"\n\n[hr]\nYix zips about through the air, overjoyed to have some room to spread his wings.\n\nSuddenly the pseudodragon squawks and sends a telepathic alarm, Movement! \n\nAbout 120 feet away on the same side of the sewer, a torch suddenly flares to life, revealing group of six heavily armored knights.\n\nThey raise their swords to their foreheads, then point them toward the ground in salute. \"This way! Lady Sheyra has been expecting you!\" one of them calls out ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin \n\nThe lizardkin breathed easier, knowing he needn't abandon his companion down in this festering pit of a place. As they picked their way through, he listened to Ginevra and the others advise Trinark. He didn't understand completely why Trinark was frigtened of the surface.\n\n A moth may fear the world outside its coccoon, but it HAD to emerge.. \n\nHe knew his companion'd be safe once they found the others. He wondered about them. Having been too busy to think about them in the danger they had. The one named Fizahn, with a ferocity even lizardkin might admire. The witch. The other bignose. The female one that watched the ..half-ling when she thought he wasn't looking. His immediate worry though was finding Sheyra before she got to Teflamn. Once in the city, he'd be in as much trouble as any pinkskin who dared walk into the middle of his tribal camp.\n[hr]\n\nThe moonlight had been a welcome sight and he delighted in pointing out the source to Trinark. It had been obscured by the clouds but Trinark nodded simply seeing the enthusiasm of the reptilian.\n\nThe men in metal had alarmed him but the common they spoke was undeniable.\n\n Sheyra was waiting for them! \n Was the creature down there Sheyra's servant? \n SHEYRA!...She was alive! \n\nWith the recklessness that was becoming increasing prominent at the prospect of failure, he moved to them with arms lowered and out, palms outward. Showing that he was unarmed, he uttered\n Take me... to her!! " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies slowly after his lizardkin companion, he was never one to trust strangers that well. He tails flits from side to side as he makes his way over. He flies over and lands one of the knights soldiers, crooning softly as he does so to show the innocence of his actions." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\n'Katrin' narrows her eyes. \"Wait a minute. How do you know Sheyra, druid? What do you want with her?\" Ignoring the armored men, she walks towards the lizardkin, looking at him suspiciously. \"I don't mean to be rude, but I don't know your intentions. I will not stand to see Sheyra hurt. Be assured, if you intend to do her harm, it will be over my dead body.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel grabs Katrin's sholder and stops her advance on the lizardman. \"Hold it, hold it. Who's this Sheyra that everyone's talking about?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene interjects, \"Don't you remember the girl we helped out on the Sea Lion? She was travelling with that elf and his human companions. How the lizardman knows of her is beyond me ...\"\n\nThe lizardman is stunned. \"You three know the little one? How this can be?\"\n\n\"Katrin\", Tiriel, and Si'rene are likewise surprised to learn that the lizardman knows and traveled with the girl they had met while crossing the Sea of Fallen Stars.\n\nTychus listens with interest. \"There is no such thing as coincidence. Tymora has brought you together, but for what purpose only She knows ...\"\n\n[hr]\nThe soldier is frightened at first when Yix lands on his shoulder. Once the pseudodragon shows him that he means no harm, however, the soldier laughs, as do his companions.\n\nThe soldier reaches into his pack and pulls out some crackers, which he offers to Yix.\n\n\n\nOOC: Soluna, BlackFox and kuja.girl should read a little bit of Into the East to learn about Sheyra's previous interactions with \"Angela\", Tiriel, and Si'rene. " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n Well, seems our paths will cross again. Spunky little one if I recall correctly, I wonder what this is all about... Si'rene is just as confused as everyone else, surprised at how well traveled \"Lady Sheyra\" was. Si'rene holds back, wondering if this is a ruse on one hand, anxious to see the light of day again on the other." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll is very confused. First there is all this bright light which blinds him momentarialy, causing him to throw up his claws to his sensitive eyes. Then there is all this comotion with the Armored creatures and now all the creatures seem to be talking about someone he doesn't know. He is also unsure wheather this person is good news or bad news, and is starting to regret following them. A blood debt is all very well, but a city...humans and elves and dwarves and halflings and... wh knows what else. His breathing quickens and eyes widen as he starts to panic. This is not good. I've strayed too far. I need to go home. He starts to move slowly back through the secret door. If he came here via the underdark, he could get back via the underdark." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix greedily eats the crackers that are offered to him. He gobbles them down before giving the man a look of thanks. He knows he could just thank the man telepathically, but why waste the few surprises he has, and plus he doesn't want to scare his ride away." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"But, wait that little girl on the boat, I remeber that she was being chased or something, but I don't remember anything being said about her being a 'lady.' Are you sure this Lady Sheyra isn't someone different?\" \n\nTiriel's been thrown a bit off balance by this whole exchange. Prehaps the weirdest part was the fact that the lizardman also knows someone named \"Sheyra\" who he describes as a \"little one.\"\n\n \"Well whatever. Let's just get out of this sewer, we can work the details out later.\" " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nGrabbing the gnoll by the sholder, Si'rene stops him with a glare. Not so fast friend. You need us, we need you. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll looks rather sheepish for a moment (don't ask how a hyena headed humanoid can look like a sheep, I don't know myself, but this one can ;)) and doesn't try to force an exit. He seems resigned to his fate. \"I was going to check the tunnel...\" His rough voice trails away as he sees her disaproving disbelief of what he is saying. Sholders hunched, he stands imobile, waiting for this torment to be over." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The soldiers lead the way forward, with Yix perched jauntily on one's shoulder.\n\nThey seem completely nonplussed by the motley composition of the party. Either they are used to seeing drow, lizardkin and gnolls coexisting with humans and elves (unlikely) or they were warned in advance that the group they were meeting was unconventional.\n\n[hr]\nYou move quickly but cautiously along the wide ledge, passing several small cross passages. The sewer tributaries are small enough to leap over without difficulty.\n\nEventually, you come to a large central grotto with high arched ceilings. Moonlight floods the chamber and casts dark shadows into the corners. In one of the shadowy nooks, a hidden staircase is revealed, and you follow the soldiers upward to street level.\n\n[hr]\nYou emerge into a narrow hallway that opens into a large sitting room. The walls are covered with rich tapestries, and a roaring fire blazes in the hearth, the room's only source of light. A rich buffet is set out on a linen covered table. Glittering cut crystal decanters, filled with water and wine, sit on pewter plates.\n\nThe contrast between the Underdark and sewers to this opulent chamber is dizzying. You are acutely aware of your filth and hunger and thirst.\n\nThe soldiers bow courteously, then withdraw from the chamber, leaving you alone for now." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix flies above the table looking at all the food before landing down amongst the fod. He moves from dish to dish smelling them as he walks by. He looks at the other with a sense of urgency. And a small growling noise, either made deliberately or by the makings of an empty stomach, tell the rest that Yix is hungry." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"Is now to late to express my amazement?\" Katrin whispers to herself. She quickly counts the pewter plates, trying to figure out if company might be on the way. She then attempts to clean her hands, motions for her friends to sit down, and does so herself and begins to eat." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThis food looks strange. It looks... arranged, neet, tidy, unnatural. Ginevra's lead seems to dispose of most of the restraints that the Gnoll feels as he immediately rushes to join her at the table with far messier eating habits." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel grins, sits down, and starts eating. She'll encourage anyone who hesitates to join her.\nWeither or not they know the host can wait. Though she does hope that she'll be able to take a bath soon." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nWearily, Si'rene watches her peers jump right into food they don't know who set it out. She instead reaches for the last of her rations and sits quietly, hoping that it is she that is being rediculous. I don't trust the food of an unknown host. And since we aren't even sure if we are really in this LADY Sheyra's home, how can we possibly know that this food has not been poisoned? " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nSeeing that a few others are eating, Yix begins to gorge himself on the food in front of him. He works first on the closest meat product, finishing his meal by plowing face first into any sort of sweet that is near him." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark had been very reserved during the appearance of the Knights and their subsequent escort to the surface.\n\nWhen the group is lead to the Dining Room, Trinark can no longer supress hunger. His stomach growled so loudly, he was sure someone would be able to hear it out in the hallway.\n\nHe didn't immediately recognise a lot of the food on the table, and the tools sitting next to the plates only vaguely familiar. Trinark grabbed a still-warm hunk of bread, and stuffed his mouth full before someone mentioned the possibility of poison..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Si'rene watches disapprovingly, the others dive into the prepared feast, eating and drinking until they are sated.\n\nYix ends up lolling about on the tablecloth, his belly distended, full of rich meats and delicious pastries. Even the drow and gnoll help themselves to the unfamiliar dishes.\n\nSi'rene shakes her head as she nibbles on one of her last rations.\n\n[hr]\nOnce everyone (except Si'rene) has eaten their fill, another guard enters the room, bows and leads you down a different hall and up a flight of stairs where you find a half dozen guest rooms prepared for you.\n\nAs you climb the stairs, you peek out of a window. You can see that you are in one wing of a large enclosed compound. A number of armed soldiers can be seen in the central square, which is illuminated by a number of lanterns.\n\nThere are two beds in each room. Clean linens and robes have been laid on the beds for you.\n\nThe guard indicates a hidden staircase. \"The springs are down below. You are invited to bathe if you wish ...\"\n\n[hr]\nThose of you who choose to descend the spiral staircase find yourselves in a subterranean chamber that seems to lie on top of a natural hot spring. The chamber is only dimly illuminated by small lanterns set into the walls at regular intervals.\n\nAn enormous pool lies before you. Steam rises from its surface, and the air has a faintly mineral tang." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nWhile not eating the food set before her was easy, the temptation to get the grime and filth off of her was too much, she takes the opportunity to bathe herself and feels much better for it. She watches the others to make certain that none of them start to look ill as she relaxes some of the ill will out as she washes the filth and stink off." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix tries to fly to follow the guard, but finds it more difficult than he thought it would. He settles for walking behind the group, even though it is somewhat slower than the rest. When he finally reaches the room he plops down in the middle of the room, letting out a soft moan as he tries to fall asleep." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel quickly follows Si'rene into the nearest room where she quickly exchanges her grimy clothes and armor for a robe. As an after thought, she grabs her sword before heading down the staircase indicaided by the guard.[hr]When she sees the springs she smilies wide and wastes no time disrobing and plunging into the water with an audible \"whoop.\"\n\n::before that she'll put her robe and sword close to spring's edge::" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra scowls at the staircases. She looks down at her dirty clothes and hands, and appears to make up her mind, though she doesn't like her conclusion. She enters the room with Tiriel and S'irene, emerges with an even bigger scowl, goes into the next room and comes out with a robe, re-enters her friends' room, and re-emerges wearing the robe and holding her sheathed belt dagger.\n\nShe descends the staircase, glaring at the water. She quickly removes her robe, and, after placing it and her dagger 5 feet from the edge of the hated water, she enters the pool almost gingerly, and washes off the grime and muck, staying in the water only as long as it takes to wash off her body and hair. She then exits the pool, dons her robe, grabs her dagger and almost runs back to her room, looking around for a towel and clean clothes." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n Decadent... \n\nwas the thought that entered his mind at the sight of the food. He was just as interested in the furnishings of the room as the alien food.\n\nThe only human habitation he had been in being Oden's home. Thinking of that reminded him of the marsh and his home and all the walkabouts he took in the forests near the marshes.\n\nHe sighed hoping that day would soon come.\n\nShuffling closer to the food he wished that he could visit a nearby river and bathe before eating.\n\nHe settled on something identifiable as meat. Casting a simple orison to ensure it contained nothing harmful to a lizardkin. He ate it measuringly, not wishing to gorge himself sick and squinting as the unaccustomed richness washed over his mouth.\n\nHe returned to the thoughts he had had when he first discovered that the 3 deadly warriors had known Sheyra. Semuanya had wanted him to break away from Sheyra. Somehow they would aid in his hunt. Marvelling at the complexity of semuanya's hunt and grateful he had not failed him, the lizardkin sagged his shoulders.\n\nAny who observed the lizardkin would note that a lot of the nervous tension and paranoid aggression were gone.\n\nWhen the meal had concluded and the bath was shown.,the Lizardman lagged behind. Letting the others go ahead, he dumped his pack and aarmor at a distant corner. Stripping his pants off, he plunged into the pool and happily submerged himself in the heat of it. With nothing more than a loin cloth, he swam in the bottom of the pool at distant end and did not notice Tiriel until he felt her actuall step into the pool. Coming up to see what had caused the disturbance, he watched the woman strip in a detached manner.\n\nThe naked human held no interest for the reptilian and he simply sank back into the warmth and to his thoughts.\n\nOOC: sorry. was a bit busy. actually wanted to interact with Yix b4 we got to the house.. in any case I was wishing for a bath since i read that there was food. so ladies whther you bath or not the lizardman doesn't care he doesn't see you that way and everybody in his tribe use the river anyway" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll has gorged himself to sickness with the food. Eyes even larger than his stomache he wolfed down anything he could get his hands on, familiar or otherwise. As a result his own bloted stomache (though not as obvious as Yix's) is making his armor uncomfortable. Slugishly he follows the others upstairs and colapses on a soft rug, moaning in unison with Yix. Strange how creatures so diverse can have such similar reactions.\n\nGradually he removes his armor and lies there. He makes to follow those that go, but finds the effort too much and sinks back down onto the floor. Unsure of what the other furnature is for, he leaves it to the other creatures." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnoll and pseudodragon sleep deeply, their bellies full for the first time in a long time.\n\nKatrin, who apparently has an aversion to water, returns to her room as quickly as possible, settling down into an exquisitely soft mattress with down comforter.\n\nDown below, the bathers find themselves especially buoyant in the mineral water. The lizardman swims gracefully with elegant flicks of his tail. The others float peacefully on their backs, letting the warmth of the pool seep into their tired and knotted muscles.\n\nAfter weeks, if not months, spent in close quarters in the Underdark, modesty is not a big issue, but there are a few screens placed strategically at the poolside that offer some privacy for those who prefer it.\n\nAs you float in the pool, Si'rene and Tiriel can't help wondering who \"Lady Sheyra\" is and if she could possibly be the same forlorn girl whom they briefly watched over on the Sea Lion .\n\nLikewise, the lizardman rewinds the dreams in his head, trying to figure out how the women he encountered in the Underdark could possibly be connected to the \"little one\" he last saw climbing onto the mind flayer's ferry." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n Tiriel, that girl we met, do you really think that it could be the same girl? she seemed to be in a bad place when she got escorted away, how could it be this short time later she can make it home? There is something about this that is not settling with me... Si'rene asks this as she is stepping out of the mineral bath and finding her robe to prepare for her journey back to the room for some much needed sleep. A bed. It has been so long since she has seen a bed." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tychus floats by, humming a little ditty, while Si'rene and Tiriel speculate about \"Lady Sheyra\".\n\nThe drow doesn't make an appearance, nor do the gnoll and pseudodragon.\n\nAndrea's body is taken to the chapel where, you have been assured, he will be prepared for a proper burial.\n\nOne by one, each of you eventually retires for a long overdue night of complete, undisturbed rest.\n\nTirel, Si'rene and Ginevra share one of the rooms. The others find their own empty beds and collapse gratefully into the soft mattresses.\n\n[hr]\nThe morning dawns clear and cold. It is the first sunrise you have seen in a long, long time. Some of you simply stand at your windows in awe. Trinark draws the blinds, finding the morning light uncomfortable.\n\nApparently, it has snowed overnight, and the courtyard and outbuildings are covered in a blanket of white.\n\nA simple meal of bread, preserves, and chilled juice is laid out in the dining room. After breaking your fast, you are lead to a different part of the building, a large great hall decorated with more tapestries as well as old portrait paintings.\n\nA number of honor guards line the walls. Standing at the far end of the room is a young woman, dressed in white. Her chestnut hair has been pulled back in a ponytail, tied with a yellow ribbon.\n\nKatrin, Tiriel, Si'rene, the lizardman and Trinark all recognize her instantly - Sheyra!\n\n[hr]\nSheyra smiles and opens her arms welcomingly toward the lizardman and Trinark.\n\n\"I almost didn't believe the reports, but it really is true! You made it out of the Underdark! The others will be so thrilled to hear that you are both OK!\"\n\nShe then turns to the others smiling. \"Welcome! I know that you must all still be exhausted. Please feel free to stay as long as you wish as my guests!\"\n\nTurning to Katrin, Si'rene and Tiriel, Sheyra adds, \"And I know that you three have traveled far with the Kris, keeping it safe and overcoming many obstacles. I salute you!\"\n\nSheyra bows formally to the three women." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nSheyra? So this was the creature that had caused all the excitement. She didn't look all that spectacular. The gnoll keeps to the back of the group, feeling uncomfortable in these un-natural settings." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiyaa, Lizardman Druid \n\nWaking in the morning, and seeing his first sunrise in a very long time, the lizardman feels a weight off his back. He wasn't lost in the dark anymore.\n\nHe was close to sheyra and close to a confrontation with the damned being that caused so much death and pain in his wake.\n\nCasting a spell on a sparrow, he attached a message informing his tribe that he was still alive and in pursuit of the real enemy and that they should cease their war preparations. He feared it migt be too late already but remembering the serendipity in the events and in meeting with strangers who would save him and be themselves somehow what he needed to defeat the evil spirit of a dead wizard, he held faith in semuanya taht it wasn't.\n\nReleasing the bird, he gently comforted the distressed Trinark.\n[hr]\nIn the audience hall, at the sight of sheyra, even being a savage reptilian and a druid couldn't prevent his features from twisting into clear relief and joy , as though ,it was his own hatchling.\n\nTaking one of her hands and covering with both his huge ones, he looks at her and says\n\n \"You are alive\" \nHe then frowns slightly.\n \"The others?\" , he asks looking worried." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel turns to Katrine and Si'rene. \"Okay, now what?\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies around the room taking in all the scenery, the guards fascinate him for some reason. He flies around a few of them looking them up and down. He stops in front of their faces and makes odd expressions (as odd as a pseudodragon can get). When this no longer fascinates him he lands next to one and stands on his hind legs trying to imitate their exact posture." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin looks briefly surprised at Sheyra's last statement, but composes herself and replies, \"Thank you for your hospitality, Sheyra.\" She looks around briefly, and her eyes return to the girl's face, her eyebrows raised slightly. \"Yes, we do have the kris. How did you know that we had it?\" Katrin's expression returns to normal, and she says, \"And are we to give it to you, or is there some other person who is supposed to recieve it?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra laughs.\n\n\"The irony is that you were headed here all along. I suppose that I could have traveled with the three of you rather than with Aeroz and the others!\n\n\"But I have no used for the Kris you carry. In fact, the farther I stay from that thing, the better!\"\n\nSheyra indicates an arched doorway. A cloaked and hooded figure stands there. The figure steps forward and throws back her hood, revealing a porcelain mask. The woman removes the mask, and you see her face for the first time.\n\nYou are amazed to see a very familiar chestnut-haired young woman looking back at you. Looking back and forth between the young woman and Sheyra you find each to be the spitting image of the other.\n\nThe cloaked woman laughs as well, her laughter identical to Sheyra's.\n\n\"Yes, sister, who could have imagined that you would unwittingly cross paths with the very same heroes I commissioned to retrieve the Kris?\"\n\nTychus looks from one to the other and scratches his head. \"Twins?\" He turns to the lizardman and the women. \"And you four know these women?\"" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nLooking at the cloaked woman as she reveals her identity, Si'rene is taken aback. To Tychus she states simply It would appear so, yes. Si'rene looks at the recently unmasked woman, So you merely wanted to transport the kris to the same location you yourself would be going. I assume so no one would get it on the way. Is this the end of our mission, or do we have further to go yet? " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel is sick of surprises. What had seemed like a simple job had turned into a journey over seas, and both under and over the land. At this point she would very much like to tell these twins to take the Kris and jam it up their...\nBut, no. She'll wait. She knew the mood would pass and after all, why spoil everything just as it was about to finish?\n\nTiriel lets out a deep breath to vent her frustration. She prays that Si'rene's question is answered soon." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nGinevra simply stands where she is, shaking her head to herself with an amazed expression on her face." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll, seeing that there is nothing here for him to do, leans against a handy portion of wall. He is far from relaxed, as can be seen by the outligning of his muscles through the fur, and his eyes dart from the twins to the guards uneasily." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin's eyes widen in shock before he recovers and growls out,\n \"Little one, what iss meaning of this?\" \n\nHe looks at Sheyra's twin and back at Sheyra.\n Kir-riss ?!? What was a kir -iss? \n SEMUANYA!...two of them...Which one did I see die? \n \"You're sstill in danger. The wizzard will come for that and you\" , he says in a much more improved common. He moves over to the twin to sniff the air around her. There was nothing abnormal about her in a cursory examination. He bows his head slightly in apology as she eyes him askance and moves away from her back to beside Sheyra." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix drops his \"guard-stance\" when he sees the twins, he spends a few moments in confused shock before broadcasting to everyone within range the word \"pretty.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra laughs. \"The wizard? Do you mean Sethra?\"\n\n\"Oh, of course, there would be no way for you to have known ... You were right all along, druid. Sethra was among us through the entire journey through the Underdark.\n\n\"And as you feared, he did make an attempt on my life, but we were able to defeat him, though it cost us the lives of two of our dear friends ...\"\n\nSheyra's face falls as she remembers her fallen comrades.\n\n[hr]\nHer twin changes the subject ...\n\n\"Oh, look at that adorable dragon!\"\n\nEveryone turns their eyes to Yix who is standing at attention by the foot of one of the guards. The pseudodragon puffs out his chest proudly and chirrups. \n\n[hr]\nThe twin then goes on to answer Si'rene's question.\n\n\"You three have done well, but there is much that remains to be done if we are to prevent the rise of the Order of the Serpent.\n\n\"If you and your friends are willing, we need to get a message to Yhelbruna, one of the hathrans that protect Rashemen.\"\n\nShe hands the porcelain mask to Si'rene.\n\n\"Deliver this mask and a message so that she knows that we have the Kris in our possession. The passage to Rashemen will be hard, and you may expect many battles and challenges along the way, especially in the middle of winter, but Lady Yhelbruna will undoubtedly reward you handsomely for your efforts.\n\n\"And speaking of rewards ...\"\n\nA series of servants enter the chamber and present three small chests to Si'rene, Tiriel and Katrin (one each). Inside each chest is 100 pieces of platinum.\n\nA small embroidered pouch is given to each of the other members of the party. Each pouch contains a finely cut emerald." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n \"Perhapse now would be a good time to enlighten my about your purpose. I owe you a blood debt, but I still would like to know what I will be facing.\" \n\nThe gnolls voice is husky[like the dog ;D], and sounds worried. Snakes were not his favourite creatures." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nTaking the pouch offered to him. He looks inside at the gem.\n A hard rock... cut into a shape... \n\nHolding it up, he sees it glitter in the light and he bites it to test its hardness.\n\n pretty rock.and very hard..a hatchling might like it...what do i do with it? \n\nHe looks at Sheyra with a puzzled expression.\n\n \"Our..p..pack?\" . He is troubled to hear that the others had to face Sethra without him and frankly perplexed by it. If Semuanya had been guiding his hunt, it would not make sense for the kill to happen without him.\n\n To the others that notice. His postue and demeanour is far less aggressive now that he is out of the underdark and its denizens and next to Sheyra. His muscles aren't bunched. His neck spines aren't always no lower than half-mast. He hisses his words rather than spitting them." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin accepts the chest, feeling its weight in her hands. Hearing Yix's words in the back of her mind, Katrin smiles, saying, \"Thank you. I am willing. How would we get to Rashemen, though? It's not somewhere that any of us-well, at least me, Si'rene, or Tiriel has been before. What would be the best way to get there, and what would we need to know?\" " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n I am also willing to continue my journey. I see things to the end. How do we get to Rashemen, and once there how do we find Lady Yhelbruna? Looking around at her new group of adventurers that helped them in the end of this mission, Si'rene passes out 5 PP per person to them. Muttering a \"thanks\" to each of them.\n\n---\n\nOOC what is the final headcount of the group so that I can deduct the appropriate amount from my total?" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix takes off and flits his way over to the Lizardman's shoulder. \"What do we do now?\" Yix communicates mentally to the Lizardman." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra's twin looks at your assembled group - Katrin, Si'rene, Tiriel, the lizardman, the gnoll, the drow, the wizard, the bard, and the pseudodragon - with approval.\n\n\"What a unique combination of heroes! I have no doubt that you will be able to make it to Rashemen if you work together ...\"\n\nThe twin walks over to a table and unrolls a scroll lying there. She indicates the way to Rashemen by tracing a route along the parchement.\n\n\"The first part of the journey will be easy. You will follow the trade routes west, crossing Gref's Ferry and travelling through Phent, Phsant, and Tammar, until you reach Two Stars.\n\n\"You will then cross the River Mulsantir, which is frozen at this time of the year, to the City Mulsantir. The road will then lead you north until you find the Huhrong's Road, which will take you to Immilmar, the capital of Rashemen.\n\n\"Find the Iron Lord. He will lead you to Yhelbruna.\"\n\nSheyra chimes in.\n\n\"House Relik will be honored to provide horses, supplies and winter gear.\n\n\"But first, you will want to leave the Kris in one of our vaults. Our compound is shielded to prevent scrying. From the point of view of any prying eyes, the Kris will have disappeared!\"\n\n[hr]\nSheyra and her twin escort your party down a different set of staircases to a dungeon and armory.\n\nA pair of guards stands before a pair of massive iron doors. Sheyra and her twin each pull an iron key from their pockets. With one twin on each side of the doors, they insert the keys and, counting softly, turn both keys simultaneously.\n\nThe vault opens, revealing rows upon rows of iron boxes.\n\nChoosing one, they open the box and pass it to the three women.\n\nSeeing the others eyeing the armory, Sheyra offers to give each member of the party a weapon of their choosing, to aid them on their journey ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin accepts the box from Sheyra and her twin. Setting it on the ground, she runs quickly back to her room, hoping she remembers the way back, and returns holding a box made of lead. She puts this box inside the iron one, and hands the iron box back to Sheyra. \"Here you go,\" she says.\n\nEntering the armory, Katrin thanks both Sheyra and her twin, then walks over to where the daggers are stored on the wall, looking over them for a pair of well-made and balanced daggers that would be easy to hide on her person." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel feels immensely relieved that she and her friends won't have to worry about guarding/delivering the kris any longer. She doesn't doubt that the artifact is much safer locked up in this house than shoved into a bag and dragged around the world.\nShe bows slightly to the twins, \"Thank you.\" \nShe then moves over to were the bows are stored. She'll spend a decent amount of time comparing the strength of the bows before chossing a composite long bow.\n\n[ooc: Dr.bob - I added the bow and quiver of arrows to my character sheet. Is this a long bow with an normal pull (+0), or stronger?]" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nRelieved to have finished that task, and anxious to move onto the next task and be done with this whole thing, Si'rene starts to look at scimitars, picking them up and feeling the heft of them in her hands. I best get better on the close contact fighting. This may help. Finding the scimitar that suits her natural stance and swing the best, Si'rene adds that to her light load." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nCuriously the Gnoll followed the others. It would seem that these creatures weren't hostle either. Perhapse he would have to rethink his perspective of them as a whole. From the Armoury the Gnoll takes a longsword of fine workmanship, well balanced and of strong steel. he had seen what the swords of his friends had done to the zombies." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix flies around looking for anything that might be pseudodragon sized, or would help aid the little dragon in what he does." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark had up to this point had been keeping to the background and observing the events around the group. Given what he had been through, seeing the twin of Sheyra appear wasn't all that surprising.\n\nWhen presented with the Armory, he slips closer to the front. Initially, he seems to be checking the corners and along the floor. At one point he mutters \"Scabbard\" , and furrows his brow as he continues his search.\n\nTrinark will also approach one of the \"Sheyras\" and ask if there are any shield available, in lieu of a weapon.\n\n[OOC: My apologies again to everyone for my absence last week. Things are better now.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra and her twin close the iron doors, sealing the Kris inside.\n\n[hr]\nThe armory contains weapons and armor of all kinds and descriptions.\n\nKatrin chooses a pair of elegant daggers. One moment they are in her hands; the next they seem to have vanished, having been hidden somewhere on her body. Following her lead, Thallios also chooses a brace of daggers.\n\nTiriel finds a rack of yew longbows. She strings them one by one and tests their pull until she finds one that suits her. She also slings a quiver of arrows over her shoulder.\n\nEven Si'rene helps herself to a weapon, choosing a gently curved scimitar. She takes a few practice swings, then sheaths the blade in one graceful move.\n\nThe gnoll helps himself to a longsword, as does Tychus. Trinark examines the swords closely, but instead of choosing a sword for himself, he removes a sword from its scabbard and places his own blade inside instead. He belts the sheathed blade to his side.\n\nTrinark also chooses a small steel shield, which he slings over his shoulder. The shield is black with no blazon or decoration. It seems to suit the drow just fine.\n\nEven Yix finds something to his liking. On a shelf off to the side are several small dolls - mannikins with miniature armor in a variety of ancient historical styles. The craftmanship is remarkable, and the pseudodragon finds that he is able to strap on a miniature breastplate, helmet and greaves. The armor protects his torso, head and rear legs, yet allows him to move his wings and tail freely.\n\nEveryone breaks into smiles as Yix paces back and forth in his shiny armor, looking for all the world like a miniature soldier.\n\n[hr]\nThe compound bustles with activity as servants prepare for your departure. Soon the new fallen snow has been trampled into a wet slush. Most of you spend the day recuperating from the long underground journey. Trinark finds the bright light outdoors uncomfortable, and stays inside his room until the sun sets.\n\nAs you gather for dinner, conversation turns to whether everyone will be following the women to Rashemen or not ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nLooking at all the weapons he had no use for, He glanced at his claws and wished there was some way to improve them.\n\n No matter.. \nHe thought, thinking of the sword of flame, semuaya had blessed him with. He wondered if his old master had ever been able to wield one.\n\nHe patiently waited for Sheyra to tell him more of what happened to his party and his quarry. She had promised to tell him later. He remembered having seen the strangely curved knife in one of his visions and had a bad feeling about it being kept in the vaults. The further away it was from Sheyra, the better he'd feel but he said nothing.\nOOC:is it okay if I get the material necessary to construct a barbed dart" }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nNoting that this is indeed a safe place, Si'rene joins everyone in the feast set before them tonight. She takes her time, enjoying the taste of food, still hot from cooking. To Tiriel and Katrine, So off we go again. I guess it hasn't been so bad thus far. I look forward to being above ground for this one! She wonders if it will be just the 3 of them this time, or if these others will follow.\n\n--OOC--\n\nIs there a place in town I could buy some more arrows? I did not want to just take everything being offered." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies to Sheyra's twin's shoulder (or is it Sheyra's shoulder) and puff out his chest while emitting a feral growl. This is as much as he'll say before looking in delight over more food being served to them. It would seem to all that Yix is ready for anything." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra and her twin do not dine with you this night. They promise to tell you what happened to Aeroz, Fizahn and the others before you leave for Rashemen though...\n\n[hr]\nTychus and Thallios speak quietly together during the meal. Their faces are long when they finally address the rest of the group.\n\nThe bard and the elf will not be joining the rest of the party. They plan to head back across the Sea of Fallen Stars to Cormyr, where they hope to inter Andrea's body.\n\n\"We will be forever grateful to you for rescuing us from the drow ... no offense, Trinark.\"\n\n\"I am working on a ballad called A Light in the Darkness ... perhaps someday, the song will make its way back to the East and you will hear yourself in song someday ...\"\n\nThe mood of the meal is somber after that. No one is happy to lose a companion, especially after all that you've been through.\n\n[hr]\nThe next day is cloudy, which suits Trinark just fine. You spend the day in Telflamm looking for additional equipment for the journey to Rashemen. Telflamm is truly a city of merchants. Almost anything you can imagine is for sale, for the right price ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Feel free to shop till you drop. Anyone recognize the song lyrics? " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThat night, the lizardman eats sparingly. His appetite poor because the fate of his pack, as he now thought of them and the stirring of strong feelings to return home occupied him.\nHe explored the human fare gingerly and nodded approvingly as two of his new acquaintances announced they were returning home.\nGoing to them, he asked they meet with him so he can bless them and say his final goodbye, before they leave. He looks with fondness at the blue-haired elf and the irrepressible human and feels glad they wil return to a safe haven.\n\nLeaving them, he stands by the window staring at the moon and stars, for the first time since emerging from the Underdark, a strong sense of confinement in being in a human dwelling arises and he wishes he were under the open sky. He starts at a sound beside him but relaxes when he sees that it only his dark companion.\n\nSeeing his bliss at seeing the moon,\n \"You've never seen that white orb before have you? It's the moon. It lights our darkness and lets us see the beauty in the night.\" \nTrinark laughs before resting the lizardman on the back. He shares that the moon had been in his heart and mind for a while now. The lizardman's brow crinkles in an attempt to understand as Trinark shares his faith. He listens as his mind begins to wrap around the concept of Gods other than Semuanya and those of the balance. The two speak long into the night and stand in silence.\n[hr]\nThe next day, the lizardkin declines to explore the city partly from knowing how pinkskins in general may treat him; mostly as he had little interest. He swa around in the pool for hours before asking about some small glade or even permission to leave the city for a while before returning.\n\nOOC: Is there a temple of silvanus or any nature god where he can meditate/ tune himself? (they're bound to have a substantial grove)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe next day the Gnoll starts to think about what to do now, seeing as he had nothing to worry about that could kill him at the moment. Looking through his pack he found an emerald. No weren't human cities supposed to be places where such trinkets could be traded for usefull equipment? Perhapse even beter than his own. He starts asking arround among his companions, his... friends. what could he exchange this emerald for?\n\n[Ooc: I'm asking for an appraise check from anyone who feels that they would be able to give me some advice. I'm phrasing it so that I'm asking what sorts of things I could buy, like what armor, as opposed to hoe much in gold.]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin walks around the city, taking in as much as she can, and trying to get a sense of the layout. She looks for a store that sells magical equipment--since she had met Thallios, she had grown increasinly envious of his Handy Haversack, and she wanted to buy one for herself. She wasn't sure whether she had enough money, but it couldn't hurt to at least check." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix flies around the city in his armor. walking occasionally to rest his wings, and trying his best to lok \"official.\" He goes up to the passerby everynow and then to beg for a little food or whatever trinket they wish to give to a pseudodragon trying to give them the puppy dog eyes." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel wanders around town without any strong purpose in mind. So far the only thing on her list is another quiver of arrows." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSi'rene wakes the next morning happy to have a goal in mind. She is going to shop for the finest arrows she can, and perhaps enough materials to make a few of them at least flammable, but still effective. She also looks at the condition of her clothes and figures a new set of travlers clothes may be in order. Finishing her order with 3 weeks worth of rations, not knowing what was in store for her.\n\n\n---OOC----\n\ncan I assume prices in the player's handbook, or are the prices elevated here?" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe Gnoll, seeing as no one could help him among those he trusted, decided to finally venture out into the city proper to find someone who would be able to apraise his emerald, preferably for free. He tries to ignore the curious, worried and occsionally scared looks thrown his way." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You leave the compound as a group. Sheyra provides furs to ward off the winter chill. The snow that fell yesterday has been scraped from the streets, but Trinark is still struck by the novelty of frozen water crystals that fall from the sky ...\n\n[hr]\nBundled up, your party attracts little attention from passersby, but when you step into their shops and remove your hoods, your receive many surprised stares and double-takes.\n\nThe citizens of Telflamm are fairly urbane, however, used to visitors from many distant lands. After getting over their initial surprise, they avert their eyes and go about their own business.\n\nTelflamm is, after all, primarily a city of merchants, and as long as you have gold to spend, you are welcome.\n\n[hr]\nThe emeralds are appraised at 300 gp each. Between the gems and the platinum pieces, each of you individually have a modest amount of money to spend. If you were able to pool your money, you would perhaps be able to buy more expensive items.\n\nPrices in Telflamm are never fixed. Bargaining is the rule. For the good haggler, good bargains can be found ...\n\n[hr]\nAround midday, the party discovers Chapel Street, lined with temples to both major and minor deities.\n\nThe lizardman is welcomed into the temple of Meilikki. Within its walls, trees with white blossoms thrive even here in the middle of winter. A babbling spring in the center of the trees offers a peaceful place to meditate.\n\nTrinark is surprised to spot a small sign depicting a naked dark elf dancing in the moonlight wielding an elegant bastard sword. The sign hands outside of a nondescript building, remarkable only for its complete lack of windows ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Make diplomacy checks (DC 15) for a 10% discount on merchandise. Failing by 10 or more will result in a 10% premium. Succeeding by 10 or more will result in a 15% discount.\n\nPretty much anything and everything listed in the 3.5 PHB/DMG and/or SRD is available in Telflamm for a price. Make your own rolls, just let me know what you buy and how much it costs you. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nThe gnoll, not liking the slant of the mearchants mouths, and opressed by the noise and bustle of the city, resigns himself to following the others arround on their expoditions to find that they want." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric \n\nTrinark during one of his visits to the many shops, decides to purchase a standard quality Heavy Mace. Selecting this as a back up weapon, just in case. [OOC: Failed check, deducting 14gp for the purchase.]\n\nUpon seeing the sign outside of the plain building, Trinark will enter. Hoping against hope there might be a small shrine to Eilistraee.\n\n[OOC: Runehawk, nicely done on the exchange between your character and mine. Trinark would indeed be awed by the sight of the moon. Something he had only dreamed of." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin talks briefly to a merchant selling magical items about his price on the Handy Haversack he was selling. Even with the extra platinum Sheyra and her twin had given her, she had barely half of what the merchant wanted, so she decided to instead purchase rations for the journey, as much as she could carry and still run easily with the weight.\n\n(OOC: Ginevra purchases 16 days' worth of rations at the normal price.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe talk with the drow had been eye-opening to the lizardman. Never had he realised the complexities of the world outside the marsh where he lived. His response to this new knowledge was mixed.\n\nHis kind had always seen the pinkskins as weak and corrupt. Unable to sustain the rigors of life in the true world. And dependant on a form of magic that would ultimately doom them. Their very warm blood dooming them to a rash and short-lived existence.\n\nBut in spending time with these creatures he had seen the qualities that Semuanya had seen fit to create within his children mixed with less desirable qualities.\n\nWanting to meditate on it further, he had asked for permission to leave the city for a while but on discovering his intent, the others had instead led him to a temple of a nature deity.\n\nWithin the city!\n\nBidding a short bye to the others and remembering the stares he had attracted as a wild-seeming creature in hide, he was relieved to enter the grounds of the temple and meet humans who seemed glad to see him.\n\nSome even identified themselves as druids by speaking in Ogham(Druidic) to him and making the secret signs his master had taught him as well. As they exchanged information, The lizardkin learned how far he was from his home and was shocked to imagine the journey back.\nMany questions he had of his own spiritual experiences were answered as well. And he came to understand of the Otherwhere which he had glimpsed into on occasion.\nHe found himself learning mush although it had to be explained slowly to him many a time.\n\nExcusing himself after the small cousel, he found a place by the sacred pool where he sat and meditated. The sheer exhaustion of the past had not completely worn off and he found himself dozing before finally settling into a meditative state.\n\nHe focussed on his hunt. On what else remained for him to do to complete it and how long it would take before a message arrived from home for him.\n\nHe had promised his master that he would watch over the people . If the hunt was truly over and the people were no longer moving to war, would it mean he could return home.\n\nHis mind drifted to the members of his pack in the hunt. Faces of the gnomes, a worried halfling and all the others drifted past. Even the human with hat whom even the other pinkskins had told him they found strange. would he see them again?\n\nHe slowed his breath and concentrated on seeing the ley lines of the otherwhere again." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel wanders around town with the group. She's glad that both the drow and lizardman have found places of peace within the town.\nShe'll follow Si'rene and Ginevra on their shopping trips and purchase two quivers of arrows and, inspired by Ginerva's purchase some extra rations.\nSeeing her friends buy and pack their equipment reminds Tiriel that she has a bag of holding; sheepishly she'll offer to carry anything that might cause her friends trouble.\n\nShe then leaves her friends and wanders over to the stables...\n\nShopping totals:\n discount roll: (1d20+3=16) \n2 quivers of 20 arrows (1gp/ea) = 2gp\n20 rations (20 sp/ea) = 9gp\ntotal = 11gp\n\nooc: Tiriel will also offer to loan gp to anyone who looks like they may need it (within reason)." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSi'rene wanders with her friends, also buying 2 quivers of arrows, and 16 days of rations. Splurging, she also decides the time has come to replace her adventurers clothes. She does this pragmatically, picking what is sturdy rather than flattering. Watching others finger items, inquire about them, then either put them down or haggle the price down, Si'rene finds comfort in her more spartan way of being.\n\n---rolls---\n\n2 quivers of arrows dc 19 (17+2) - 2GP - so 1gp 70sp\nTraveler's clothes dc 22 (20+2) - 1GP - so 85sp\n16 days rations dc 14 (12+2) - 5sp/day - so 8gp\n\ntotal deducted: 10gp 55sp" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Gnoll \n\nObserving the others purchase of ood, the Gnoll starts thinking practically again. He too purchases a large amount of food, though isn't accostomed to haggling, so just pays the asking price [10 days rations for 0.5 pp], and several quivers of arows [4 quivers for 0.4 pp, =&> 1gp change]." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix travels around trying to find the dealers with the best rations for sale. He is unsure of how many telepaths they have dealt with before but he attempts to get his rations for free. \"Awww what a cute little dragon! I bet he is hungry, I should give him some food.\" Yix broadcasts into the merhcants heads, trying to make it seem as if it is their inner voice/conscience." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one, you return from your trip into the city. Compared to the loud bustle of the city, the House Relik compound is quiet and peaceful, and you are all glad to be able to relax for one more night before setting out for Rashemen.\n\nThe trip to the fletcher was fruitful, and together you have many quivers full of arrows. You also have emergency rations for the long journey ahead.\n\nYix stumbles back into the compound carrying a stack of ration packs, \"donated\" by a suggestible merchant. The pseudodragon teeters under the weight of the enormous (for him) packs, which will certainly last him for a tenday.\n\nTiriel surprises everyone by returning with a spirited warhorse, but it is Trinark's return that makes the greatest impression ...\n\nIt is dusk when the drow returns to the compound. When he throws off his cloak, the rest of you stare in amazement. His freshly oiled and polished chain shirt glistens darkly, as shiny as the skin of a black dragon.\n\nHis longsword is gone. Instead, he carries a silver-hilted bastard sword slung over his shoulder. His shield, formerly a dull gray, is now a satiny black. At first it looks undecorated, but as the light catches it, you can see an iridescent image appear - a naked dark elf swordswoman, dancing in the moonlight.\n\n\nOOC: Last chance for any purchases. Next time I post, you will be on your way to Rashemen ... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel returns slightly winded to the House of Relik after giving her new mount a \"test ride.\" She's immensely pleased with her purchase and finally feels ready to leave for the next part of their journey.\n\nWhen Trinark returns she flashes him a broad smile. She's happy that someone (or something) else recognized his bravery and commitment to his new life. Following her last train of thought, Tiriel realizes Tinark has probably never ridden a horse before. Looking around the room, she realizes that he's probably not the only one.\n\nLater that evening she'll approach Trinark and offer to teach him some riding basics. Anyone is welcome to join or watch.\n\nLight Warhorse - 150gp\nMilitary saddle - 20 gp\n\nooc: Soluna - Si'rene can put her money in Tiriel's bag of Holding if weight is an issue. It's practily empty anyhow and it's not like Tiriel's going to rob her friend ; )" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nConcluding the trance, Ssathiya opens his eyes. A mixture of relief and sadness fills him. Relief that he had prevailed and that his tribe had been saved; that their future was secure and happy. Sadness as he had not been the one who had saved the tribe but the pinkskins that had become his pack.\nAnd at the thought that his journey was not over and that the vision had not shown him return home.\n\n Friend , a pinkskin word that the witch had taught him. He wondered where they were and what had become of them.\n\nThe clerics and druids at the temple had instructed him in many things his master had not emphasised. He learnt that the pretty rock he carried could be traded with pinkskins for things he might need. He was amazed that so many humans could be attuned to the Great Balance. Their insight into his culture/thinking helped them teach him about trade with coins & other facets of warmblood culture and his experiences thus far in a manner he understood.\n\nDeeply grateful to them, he leaves in high spirits. He gathers some dirt from the grove in his pouch first and purchases rations and an outfit more suited for the weather ahead.\n[hr]\nReturning to the House Rellik compound dressed more warmly, he greets Trinark and Yix when they return and asks about their day. After a long talk, he spends the rest of the time swimming in th basement pool waiting to meet Sheyra and bid goodbye to some of his new companions.\nOOC: Cold Outfit -8gp\nPM to players" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nAfter Trinark's return, he moves among the group with a more confidence. Traces of the once scruffy outcast seem all but gone. He seems to be more relaxed and at peace than you have every seen in him before.\n\nTrinark takes the time to chat with each member of the group. He lingers talking to Tiriel when she mentions riding \"horses\". He explains that some sects of the Drow use creatures in the Underdark as mounts, but it is not that common. He has personally never \"ridden\" anything.\n\nSince it is clear that the journey ahead will require swift travel, he accepts the offer of instruction. Inwardly he hopes he will not have to do much more than ride, let alone fighting from horseback." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix returns. and briefly stops by the lizardkin to have a short chat before moving on to secure his belongings somewhere. Yix dissapears for a good ten minutes before anyone sees him again, obviously trying to find a good hiding space. Except whenever anyone enters the bedroom they see his stuff stacked not so neatly in a large pile with a pillow haphazardly stacked on top of it." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin leaves her equipment in her room, except her weapons, and goes outside to watch Tiriel riding. She had never learned how to ride and never intended to, but she enjoyed any display of skill." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nStanding next to Ginevra, Si'rene watches the specticle and says casually If I have the money you need for the weapon you desire, just let me know. you know i would do anything for you. \n\n---ooc---\nmoney exchange:\nSi'rene exchanges all her silver to gold, as far as it will go, keeping 5 sp back, all her gold, save 71gp\n\n45 SP\n12,887 GP\n75 PP\n\nTO\n\n5 SP\n71 GP\n1357 PP\n\nCan I go into town one more time before we leave? I need to buy healing potions." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin looks back at Si'rene and says, \"I'd need almost a thousand gold for the Handy Haversack I'd wanted to buy. I doubt even you have that much money on hand, but if you really want to help me out, I'll pay you back for it eventually.\" " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n All you had to do was ask. Si'rene hands over 100 pp to Ginerva. The number of times you have pulled me out of danger, this is not a loan. I am forgetting this money as soon as I hand it to you. \n\n\n---OOC---\nI have updated my character sheet to show new balance." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n \"Thank you, Si'rene,\" says Katrin, accepting the money. \"I'm going to go buy the Handy Haversack now; do you want to come with me?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Tiriel teaches Trinark the basics of riding a horse, Si'rene and Katrin/Ginevra return to the stores to pick up a few last minute supplies.\n\nBy the time they return, it is late morning, the pack horses have been loaded with gear, and the party is just about ready to depart.\n\n[hr]\nSheyra and her sister have provided horses for each of you (except for Yix, who can ride with anyone he wishes to). You also have three extra horses, which are carrying tents, bedrolls, furs, and feed.\n\nSheyra bids you farewell. \"Follow the signs to Gref's Ferry. The road to Mulsantir should be reasonably safe for a party of your size.\"\n\nHer twin stands beside her. \"Remember to give Yhelbruna the mask, and please assure her that the Kris will be kept safely in our possession.\"\n\nAs you are about to ride away, you realize that you don't even know the twin's name. As if reading your minds, the twin smiles and says, \"Midori. My name is Midori.\" She waves as you ride away.\n\n[hr]\nYou leave the compound as a group, but at the city gates Tychus and Thallios take their leave. Andrea's body rests in a coffin in the back of a cart. The bard and wizard will make sure that Andrea is returned to Cormyr for a proper burial.\n\n\n\nOOC: Last minute purchases can be made as outlined previously. " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nAccompanying Ginevra back to the shops, Si'rene watches as she buys the Haversack, then they go to the magicians store, where Si'rene secures a small bag of holding, a small chest, made especially for the 20 vials of cure light wounds potions. Securing those items in the bag, along with her rations and her emerald, Sirene looks to Ginevra signifying she is ready to head back.\n\n---OOC---\n\nBag of holding - DC 17+2 = 19 2250 GP\n20 healing potions - DC 20+2 = 22 43GP 50SP/each Total 870 GP\nChest - DC9+2 = 11 full price of 2GP" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Ginevra \n\nKatrin goes to the merchant she had seen before selling the Handy Haversack, and manages to talk him down to a lower price. She nods at Si'rene, indicating that she is ready to return. After getting back to the compound, Katrin transferred the items in ber backpack to her new Handy Haversack.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nAbout to leave the compound, she looks distrustingly at the horses, as if expecting one to bite her, then clumsily mounts, scowling as her horse shifts its weight around, uncomfortable under a inexperienced rider. \"You know what, Tiriel?\" she says, glancing over at her friend once fully into the saddle. \"I might just take you up on those riding lessons after all.\" \n\n(OOC: Diplomacy check 14+1=15. I added the Handy Haversack to Ginevra's inventory and adjusted her gold total.)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak looks at his horse, then at the others, mounted on theirs.\n\n Ithink I'll just jog with mine. " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nGetting on her mount, Si'rene begins to wish she took the riding lessons as well. Uncomfortable sitting on the steed, Si'rene tries to get settled and used to this strange experience. She seems to catch on quickly, and is soon doing alright.\n\n attemt to ride (1d20+5=22) " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix walks around all the horses as if inspecting them, he finally decides to travel on one of the spare horses. He makes his way up to the horses back and settles himself in with all the equipment." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel will move among those who choose to ride and help them with the basics before mounting her own horse.\n\nOOC:\n FYI - simply riding a horse requires no checks. Look here to see the details. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Leaving the gates of Telflamm, you find yourselves on a well worn dirt road heading southward.\n\nThe road, which can be muddy and near impassable in the spring, is frozen and smooth at this time of year. The frigid temperatures seem to be keeping all but the most hardy travelers at home, but the furs you've been provided keep the chill away for the most part.\n\nYou essentially have the road to yourselves, and with the gnoll loping beside the horses and the drow and lizardman bundled up like taers, you are sort of glad that you don't have to explain your party's composition to anyone.\n\n[hr]\nThe party is currently composed of the three women (Tiriel, Si'rene, and 'Katrin' who was formerly called Ginevra); the lizardman druid who refuses to share his name; Trinark, the outcast drow; Karzak, the gnoll who seems as surprised to be traveling with you as you are; and Yix, the tiny flying dragon.\n\nAll you know about your new quest is that you are supposed to travel to Rashemen, find someone named Yhelbruna, and give her a porcelain mask and the news that the Kris of Sethra is safely in the hands of Midori and Sheyra.\n\nThe first day's journey is uneventful and, frankly, boring. After your desperate scramble through the Underdark, simply riding along an empty road under a winter sky seems almost mind-numbingly dull.\n\n[hr]\nBefore the sun sets, you find yourselves at a ford. The river is black with icy water. A number of flatboats have been pulled up onto the riverbank, but no ferrymen appear when you call out ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix takes the time to stretch his tine legs and wings before taking a sip from the cold water. He then walks around the boats inspecting each on of them. It is hard to tell exactly the expression on the pseudo dragons face, but it seems to be one of happiness. As the tiny dragon continues his search of the boats the words \"Hide and Seek\" echo in peoples heads as he broadcasts it to all who are near." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin had tried clambering a horse but after finding the horse just too skittish and the height uncomfortable, he had clambered back down. His people were fine runners in any case and he trusted he could keep up with the dogman.\n\nHe had bidden his friends who had headed east at the gate and had sprinkled some dirt on them and uttered a blessing to speed their journey home and make it a safe one.\n\nRunning beside Karzak, wearing his hide, cold weather outfit and some additional furs, he was completely covered from head to toe and only a detailed examination would have revealed him as anything other than a tall humanoid. His snout was warmly wrapped up and yellow eyes peered out from somewhere deep in the hood.\n\nHe was relieved to find that he was not suffering the ill efects of the cold. The modified boots were tight but snug and warm.\n\nHe played with the little dragon whenever it grew bored and flew around perching. It was pleasant to have a reptilian companion but the serious druid found it far too whimsical. It lightened his mood and distracted him from thoughts of home and for that he was grateful. He tried asking polite questions about dragons to improve his lore on them. But it either knew little or did not wish to answer and he did not pursue it.\n\nOOC: Sorry doing some ICU stuff and anticipate busy weeks ahead. will check in but a, pretty much a bystander unless combat. Feel free to interact with him. He will be evasive about himself and certain details about his tribe them. and if he's running he pobably won't talk much. I make Knowledge (nat) or Survival checks as and when needed of course." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nJudging by the expressions and mood of the rest of the group, Trinark could see they were clearly bored. He however sat in awe of the surroundings and \"countryside\" as the others called it. He desperately squinted at the landscape trying to take in as much as he could. His blindness in the bright daylight frustrated him.\n\nHe kept careful watch over the rest of the group as best he could, given his blindness. He payed special attention to his Druid companion, he felt a special kinship in spite of their physical differences.\n\nUpon arriving at the ferry, he was puzzled by the lack of an attendant.\n\n \"I suggest we set up our camp a short distance from here. Perhaps where we can observe the ferry crossing in case the boatman returns. I think we should be cautious.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks around, annoyed at the lack of a ferryman. \"Do any of you know how to navigate one of these things? I sure don't,\" she says. She begins to look around the area, to see if anyone might have passed through the area recently." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix plays hide and seek with anyone who is willing to chase him. As he zips from hiding place to hiding place, he hisses happily.\n\nWhen he crests a nearby ridge, however, he freezes. A small two-story stone building is nestled along the riverbank.\n\nHe telepathically summons the rest of you, and you crouch behind the ridge looking down on the building.\n\nNo lights are on inside, and no smoke rises from its chimney." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nHearing the Katrin-woman speak, he nods sympathetically, even he wasn't keen on swimming in present weather.\n\nWondering what the fuss was about and half-suspecting it to be another game, the reptilian follows the others. He stares with mixed feelings at the dwelling." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n I wonder what lives there Si'rene speaks quietly, staring down at the house. that could be where the ferryman lives. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel joins the others at the hill crest. She nods to Si'rene's statement.\n \"Well I don't think any of us want to swim and I know that I don't want to try a crossing unless we have someone who knows what they're doing. Some one should check the house; if someone's home maybe they can tell us where the ferryman is.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix looks turns from a playful one to a look of absolute seriousness. Yix throws out his chest and marches towards the house." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"I'll go, too. But I'm staying in the shadows, I don't like the look of this.\" Ginevra starts towards the house." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix bounds from rock to rock as he makes his way down the slope towards the silent building.\n\nGinevra disappears into the shadows, following the pseudodragon at a safe distance.\n\n[hr]\nBoth floors have small windows, which have been shuttered against the winter chill. A sturdy oak door lies in the center of one of the first story walls.\n\nAll remains silent and still as the tiny lizard and the rogue approach the building ..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nTypical. They would have to cross water, wouldn't they. Couldn't they just be content with where they were? Karzak leans back against his beast of burdon which, in turn, leans into him. It seems to have got used to having him trotting along side it, and seems to enjoy his company on some kind of animalistic scale." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel unconsiously shreds grass stems as she watches Yix and Ginerva make their way to the building. When they get about 3/4 of the way there she stands up.\n \"I don't like this, I'm going to follow them in case they need help.\" \nShe slides down the far side of the hill (out of sight of the building) before wading through the snow towards the house.\n\nTiriel moves at a walk and is attempts to\n move silently: (1d20+2=8) " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix pounds as loudly as he can on the door, crooning out, as if to ask if anyone is home." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nGroaning at the little dragon, Si'rene picks up her bow, strings up an arrow and aims at the door, waiting. Silly little thing she thinks as she nocks the arrow." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nTrinark continues to crouch behind the hill, observing the advance of the other members. As the light of day continues to fade, his vison continues to improve.\n\nAs a precaution, he draws his new sword and balances it across his knees. He goes through a quick mental exercise confirming his prepared spells.\n\nHe then waits for his companions to check out the cottage." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin stands outside the door, waiting. If no response comes from inside withing a couple of minutes, Katrin will try the door to see if it's locked. If it is, she will see if she can pick the lock." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel slips over the ledge following Yix and Ginevra. Si'rene nocks an arrow and aims at the door a hundred feet away.\n\nGinevra freezes when the pseudodragon pounds at the base of the door, but when nobody responds, she steps forward out of the shadows and tests the lock.\n\nThe door swings open with a faint squeal of unoiled hinges at her touch. The room inside is pitch black ..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nFinally sencing something amis, Karzak readies his shield and brand new sword, looking to the others to divine his course of action. Noting teir positions, he moves towards the now open doorway and may even be the first in if others are too hesitant." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin thinks for a moment about removing her everburning torch from her pack, but decides against it for the time being. She enters the house, her hand on the hilt of her shortsword, looking around for any signs of life." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nmoving slowly forward, bow still aimed at the door, Si'rene gets forward enough where she has a clearer view of what is going on as far inside as she can." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix walks off to the side of the door, and sticks his head to look into the room. He quickly lets out a few growls here and there to see if anyone will respond. He then boldly steps through the door dissapearing into the dark room." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix and Ginevra slip into the open doorway into the darkened room.\n\nLong seconds pass while the rest of you wait uncomfortably outside.\n\nFinally, Ginevra steps to the doorway and waves you in.\n\n[hr]\nThe building is dark, with the shutters keeping out even the last rays of dusk. The first floor is empty, but it looks like there was some kind of battle here. Tables and chairs are overturned and jars and an oil lantern have been left smashed on the floor. Here and there dark splotches stain the hardwood floors, which creak as you walk over them.\n\nYou check the hearth, which is cold.\n\nA stone staircase in the corner rises to a wooden trapdoor that presumably leads to the second floor." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin walks to the ladder, a suspicious expression on her faces, and climbs up easily to open the trapdoor. She sticks her head through the opening and peers around." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nUpon seeing the wave from the doorway, Trinark rises and heads for the cottage.\n\nWhen he sees the mess inside, he moves quietly around the room examining the dark spots. He searches for any clues as to might have attacked the owner of the cottage. (Presumably the Ferryman)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nThe gnoll makes his way confidently into the building, folowing Katrina into the loft.\n\n \"Grrr, this place stinks of death.\" \n\n[Ooc: assuming that the dark blotces are blood, of course.]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix poeks around in all the corners of the room, before continuing up after Katrin." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin climbs the stairs and carefully pushes open the trapdoor in the ceiling. Yix joins her, hopping up onto the second floor.\n\nThe upper level is as dark as the lower level. All is still and quiet. Yix is the first to see the bodies. Katrin's eyes take longer to register what she is seeing. In the shadows, four bodies dangle from the rafters, suspended by crudely knotted hemp rope.\n\n[hr]\nDown below, Trinark examines the first floor carefully for any signs of what happened here. His keen drow vision spots the telltale outline of a trapdoor cunningly hidden in the floor.\n\n[hr]\nThe horses, left outside, whinny in alarm ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel swears under her breath and rushes outside, sword at the ready. She'll move around the hill until she can clearly see the horses..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's keen ears pick up the horses' cries. She curses and jumps through the trapdoor, grabbing the edge and swinging herself out and away from the ladder, landing neatly on the floor. She runs outside the house, drawing her shortsword, and moves around the opposite side of the hill that Tiriel went, trying to see what scared the horses.\n\n(OOC: Jump check to jump down, d20+10=21 )" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiyaa had not been keen to enter the house and had been waiting outside as more and more of the group had entered the hut, a startling thought had come to him.\n\nThis was how he had met his packmates, Fizahn and Thundervoice , a trap laid by Sethra with the remains of his kin.\n\nAlarmed and with his instincts warning him, He peered over the ridge and cast { Detect Magic } the spell that allowed him to see the ether. With his keen eyesight he peered into the night trying to see and listen for anybody else out there.\n\nThe whinnying from the horses confirmed his thoughts and he swings his head back where they had left them. Motioning to Sy rene, he moves back to the horses taking a circuitous path. As he moves, he pulls off his gloves and stuff them in a pocket. He flexes his claws in readiness.\n\nOOC: My actions in the past few rounds and my next action, which is to flank to the left and get back to the horses. I'll use my det magic as a scanning cone in front of me ;)\nSpot: 19 + 3=21\nListen: 12 + 2=14" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nUpon hearing the sounds of activity outside, he makes a quick mark on the floor to identify the location of the trap door in the floor.\n\nHe then rises and readies his sword and shield, prepared to do battle if required." }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nSeeing the lizard druids nod, Si'rene starts towards the horses, arrow nocked and ready. She will stop as soon as she can get a clear line of site on the area where the horses are." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak throws himself away from the ladder to avoid a flying Katrin. Clawing himself off the floor, the Gnoll follows fumbling for his longsword that is getting tangled in his legs due to it's unfamiliar position." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix moves slowly, as he flaps his wings to approach the bodies, to inspect them. Whatever spooked the horses in not his concern at the moment, for he has been enthralled by what he has found." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix flaps his wings as he inspects the bodies. His armor makes flying for extended periods of time difficult, but he is able to leap high enough to see the bodies at \"eye level.\"\n\nThe bodies are in the early stages of decomposition. Two of the bodies appear to be half-eaten. One is little more than a torso. Its legs and pelvis are missing, and entrails dangle to the floor.\n\nAll four are, or were, men. The expressions of their faces suggest that they died gripped by terror.\n\n[hr]\nSprinting to the doorway, you are just in time to see four giant humanoids rise from their hiding places under the rocks and snow. Their rubbery gray hides and long pointed noses make them immediately recognizable as trolls.\n\nIgnoring the distressed horses behind them, they advance on the building, their trap sprung ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWhen the trolls reveal themselves, Tiriel belatedly realizes what's happened.\n \"Crap. We feel for the simplist trick in the book,\" she growls before continuing through the doorway 5' towards the closest troll.\nOnce on level ground she holds her sword in front of her and momenterly closes her eyes to clear her head.\n\nInitiative: 1d20+3=13 \nTiriel enters total defense for the first round hoping that one of the trolls will be stupid enough to attack her." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"Oh damn...\" whispers Katrin angrily, seeing the trolls. \"We should have known...\" Thinking rapidly, she draws her shortsword, holding it in her right hand. With her left, she removes her everburning torch from her pack. It wouldn't actually hurt the trolls, but she hoped they might be scared of it. She moves slightly out of the doorway, holding her shortsword ready and waving the torch in a wide swath before her, trying to make sure that all the trolls saw the fire.\n\n( Initiative: 1d20+3=17 )" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHearing the noise behind him, he sprints back to the ridge in time to see the huge forms moving towards the house.\n\n \"Semunaya\" , he curses.\n\nHe instantly recognises them {Know(Nat): Nat 20 ]}\n\nLooking to S'irene who had sprinted back to their former position,\n \"Trolls!\" , he says not knowing the common word for them. \"Use fire. OR they not die\" .\n\nSeeing the recognition in the skilled mercenary's eyes, he realised that she knew well enough how to deal with the beasts. Standing on the ridge he unties the thong lashing his tail around him, freeing it for comfort and balance and stretches out his hand summoning his sword of fire.\n{OOC: Flame Sword}\n\nHe charges for the nearest troll, introspections of home and his current predicament forgotten. With a snarl, he relishes the simplicity of the moment.\n\n the hunt...I go to it.. \n\nOOC: Is it more strategic for the party members in the house to not rush out but instead wait within forcing the trolls to enter one at a time? The bottleneck would mean one troll to 3 -4 party members?... Of course this means soluna .. and i have to deal with 3 impatient trolls outside.. but ... we'll manage :-/\nInit: 14 +2=16\nto hit{touch}: 6 +5=11 dmg:4+3=7" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix is frightened somewhat from the bodies, and hastily makes his way out of the room, looking around for the others. He is seemingly unaware of the commotion outside, as his mind still dwells on the dead." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nHearing the growls of the enemies, Trinark instantly recognised what they were. He had seen Trolls in the Underdark, and knew how dangerous they were.\n\nTrinark quickly readies his sword and shield, perpared to do battle. He moved a short way toward the door in an effort to see exactly how many foes they faced.\n\n[OOC: Initiative roll: 12 (+6) = 18]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nFinaly disengaging his sword from his sheath and his sheath from his legs the Gnoll manages to finally make it up and out of the house, readying his shield as he does so.\n\n[Initiative: 1d20+1=7 ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin, Si'rene and Tiriel form a perimeter just outside the doorway to the stone building.\n\nThe lizardman and gnoll join them outside, while Trinark stands just inside the doorway.\n\nYix leaps down to the first floor, not yet aware of the threat you are facing.\n\n[hr]\nThe four trolls lope forward with surprising speed, spreading out as they charge so that you find yourselves attacked from three sides. Only the building at your backs keeps you from being totally surrounded.\n\nBefore you have time to react, they are upon you, slashing viciously with their wicked claws ...\n\nTiriel and the lizardman fend off the initial charge with their flaming swords, but claws rake Tiriel's shoulder even as she brings her sword back around to strike.\n\nGinevra/Katrin melts into the shadows, and Si'rene takes a small step back as she draws an arrow back ready to fire.\n\nThe gnoll swings his shield up just as a troll slashes at his flank. The claws scrape harmlessly off the tempered steel as Karzak raises his sword.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel takes 8 damage. Go ahead an make your attack and damage rolls vs the trolls' charging AC of 14. Don't forget that the trolls have a 10' reach, so you will need to move 5' to engage them in melee. " }, { "author": "Soluna", "message": " Si'rene \n\nLetting the arrow finally fly true. Si'rene heeds the lizard man's suggestion and prepares to cast burning hands." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix is looks about in confusion for a second, seeing Trinark in the doorway he is momentarily calmed, until he hears the sounds of the combat outside. \"Others?\" Yix manages to ask Trinark, as he tries to grasp what is happening." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin decides to follow Si'rene's initiative and sheathes her sword, instead removing and loading her crossbow, her torch held under her arm. She holds the crossbow in one hand, the torch in the other. Taking sight on the troll Tiriel is attacking, she looses the bolt.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll--1d20+2=15 I forgot to add the penalty for firing into melee.\n Damage: 1d8=7 )" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nReaching the house and mounting a stand with Si'rene, the druid realises how penned down they are and the need for reinforcements.\n\nMoving a little behind, he tosses his sword to his shield hand and begins to cast a spell with new knowledge he had received.Finishing the gestures with his hand, he holds his Tooth and finishes uttering the words with ' agni ' completing the spell.\n\n OOC: Convert level 2 spell to Summon Nat ALLy II for small fire elemental behind the troll opposite him \n\nHe then takes back his fiery sword and moves back into battle." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nThe Gnoll snarls as it thrusts it's sword back at the troll whose claws had almost disembowled him. Disgusting creatures, trolls. They had hunted his own tribe on occasions, and mostly they had run rather than fight the beastly things, but now was not a time he could run, cirtainly not with what he owed these creatures. It would at least be an honerable death.\n\n[Ooc: Atack: 1d20+9=14 , DMG: 1d8+4=11 ]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel reels from the troll's attack but recovers quickly and attacks the troll that hit her:\n\nmove 5', then\n attack: (1d20+8=22) \n damage (1d8+5, 1d6=[2, 5], [4]) = 7 and 4 fire dmg.\n\nooc: stupid troll must have rolled like a 24 to hit last round..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnoll and Tiriel attempt to hold the trolls at bay while Si'rene and Katrin fire over their heads at the monsters. The lizardman falls back to where Trinark is standing at the doorway. Yix hops up onto the drow's shoulder to see what is happening ...\n\n[hr]\nSi'rene fires an arrow directly into one of the beast's neck. It roars in irritation, scrabbling at Tiriel to try to get at the elf archer, but Tiriel is able to fend off the troll with her flaming longsword.\n\nKatrin's crossbow bolt strikes a troll in the shoulder with a dull thud, but then drops to the ground, having barely penetrated the giant's rubbery hide.\n\nA small flame elemental appears behind the trolls and immediately swipes at one, setting the giant beast on fire! Almost comically, the beast rears up and spins around, stomping out the elemental with its feet, much as one of you might stop out an errant ember from a fireplace, while batting at the flames with its hands. The troll screams in agony ...\n\nSatisfied, the lizardman moves foward to support his comrades, but is cut slightly by the third troll as he does so.\n\nThe gnoll growls in pleasure as his sword bites deeply into the fourth troll's flank, but the monstor ignores its wound and manages to work both sets of claws in between the gnoll's plate segments. The monster attempts to rip the gnoll's armor from his body, gnarled muscles straining as metal bolts as well as tendons pop.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Si'rene hits troll #1 for 8 damage. Katrin hits troll #2 for 5 damage. The lizardman summons a small fire elemental that immediately hits troll #3 for 6 damage (3 slam/3 fire) setting the troll on fire!\n\nTiriel hits troll #1 for 11 damage (7 slashing/4 fire). Karzak hits troll #4 for 11 damage.\n\nTroll #1 misses Tiriel with two slashes (at +9 each). Troll #2 hits the lizardman once for 9 damage. Troll #3 hits the fire elemental once for 10 damage, snuffing it out.\n\nTroll #4 hits the gnoll twice and rends for a total of 35 damage! " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian roars back at the troll that had wounded him. He spins towards it and plunges his weapon into its head.\n\n\nOOC: Critical 20 dmg: 6+1 x2 =14! woohoo" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nThe gnoll grunts in pain and, sevearly bloodied by the last assult, starts to think tactically rather than using the automatic respose of hitting the biggest thing as hard and fast as one can.\n\n[Ooc: Going into Combat expertise mode with -4 penalty to atack and +4 to dodge (which is as far as he can go). Atack: 1d20+5=17 , DMG: 1d8+4=7 ]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel switches her fighting stance before closing on the same troll (#1)\n\n 2 handed grip: changes Tiriel's attack bonus to 7 (-1 from the buckler) and adds 2 to her damage \n Attack/Damage (1d20+7=26, 1d8+7=12, 1d6=6) \nand because she got a crit (rolled 19): + 12\nTotal: 30 damage\n:D" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix stares in awe of the Trolls for a moment or two. He thens bounds off the drow's shoulder, and rushes forward to help the gnoll." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin loads her crossbow again in the same manner as before, and shoots at the same troll she'd hit before. The bolt flies wide, however, and Katrin curses in frustration.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+6=8) )" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nSeeing the Gnoll in dire straits, Trinark abandons his original plan and steps forward to cast a heal spell on his Gnoll companion. He is careful to avoid attacks from the surrounding Gnolls. (Cast Defensively)\n\n[OOC: Concentration Check - 10 (+7) = 17]\n\n[OOC: Dumping Hold Person for Cure Moderate Wounds - 7, 7 (+3) = 17 points]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel slashes mightily with her blade's hilt held in both hands. The flaming sword nearly cleaves the troll in half. As Tiriel rips her sword free, she is dismayed to see the troll's rubbery hide begin to knit back together almost instantly.\n\nAt that moment, Si'rene steps forward an unleashes a cone of flame that engulfs the troll. The giant beast collapses, writhing in agony, then lies still.\n\nThe second troll leaps over the first's burning body, lunging for Tiriel. She manages to avoid being grabbed, but the troll's claws leave deep gash on the inside of her forearm.\n\nThe third troll continues to burn, but ignoring its sizzling flesh, it continues to slash wildly at the lizardman. The druid expertly avoids its attacks, and crisscrosses the troll's body with deep slashes from his flame blade that neither bleed nor heal.\n\nKarzak settles into a defensive posture, thrusting and slashing at the troll's limbs whenever it lashes out. The gnoll avoids any further damage, but the wounds he inflicts seem to heal almost as quickly as they are made. Just as he begins to despair, he feels Trinark's cool touch on his back and a surge of energy runs through his body.\n\nYix leaps to the attack, flitting about the troll's face. The troll breaks off his attack on the gnoll and bats at the pseudodragon, as if trying to shoo away a gnat ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel hits. Si'rene casts burning hands. Troll #1 drops. Tiriel takes 9 points of damage. The lizardman hits. Karzak hits. Karzak is partially healed by Trinark. Yix can make an attack and damage roll (don't forget to include a size bonus). " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix's tail flitting around only serves as a minor annoyance of the strikes don't even seem to break the troll's thick skin (Attack Roll: 13)\n(Sorry about that didn't know if I could attack with the moving and all.)\n\n\nYix moves in to bite at the Troll's hand, hoping to be more than just a minor annoyance. With a quick thrust forward Yix manages to grab ahold of the Troll's hand.\n\n(Bite Attack Roll: 11+6=17 Dmg:1 (yay Small goobers!) Don't know what I would have to roll to try and stay attached to keep the hand weighted down.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin sidesteps the troll's lunge, his shield held forward and thrusts backward into the side of the troll as it lunges.\n\nA victorious bestial roar from the lizardman marks him as a non-human to any within earshot.\n\nOOC: hit 15(10+5) dmg 9(8+1)\nIf tiriel is nearer to him than to Trinark than he will move(minimising AoOs) to heal her instead and return to finish the troll in the next round. but all i have is a CLW." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, seeing that Tiriel is seriously wounded, drops the torch, loading her crossbow, raising it, and firing. However, the bolt simply bounces off the troll's rubbery skin. Biting her lip, she reaches for her shortsword...\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+4=10) )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel grimices in pain. She has two choices: continue attacking or back away and heal.\n\n since there are three trolls and they have a 10' reach, Tiriel will incure at least 1 AoO if she tries to leave combat - Since that has an equal chance of killing her, she'll take her chances and attack instead. \n\n...too bad she misses with a 12 ." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nDisgusted by the inefficiency of the sword, Karzak drops it, pulling out his trusty trident. Maybe this would fare better. It was magical, afterall, and normally inflicted deeper wounds.\n\n[OoC: Attack roll 1d20+10=26, dmg roll 1d8+5=10]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The gnoll plunges his trident into the troll, while Yix ferociously stings its hand. The troll swats at Karzak, drawing more blood, but seems unaffected by the pseudodragon's poison.\n\nThe puncture wounds in the troll's hide begin to heal almost immediately.\n\nThe lizardman is about to press the attack on the other troll, but he sees that Tiriel is badly wounded. He sacrifices his attack to instead heal his comrade. In doing so, he exposes his back briefly and feels searing pain as the troll's claws rake across his shoulderblades.\n\nTiriel and Katrin fall back before the burning troll's attacks. It is all they can do to keep from being mauled.\n\n\n\nOOC: The lizardman heals Tiriel for 10 points, but is hit for 7 damage. Karzak hits troll #4 for 10 damage, but is hit back for 8 damage. Yix hits for 1 damage, but the troll succeeds on its Fort save. The rest of the attacks on both sides miss. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin draws her sword, holding her crossbow in her left hand rather than dropping it, so it won't get damaged. Stabbing at the troll, she growls in frustration as the blade slides off the beast's hide.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=10) )" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak redoubles his attack in furios anger at the Troll's persistance.\n\n[Ooc: ATK: 1d20+10= 22 , DMG: 1d8+5= 13 . Woot, MAX! If only I'd crit.]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix watches his prey, the Troll's hand, and waits for it to moves towards him again. He rears back and lunges forwards jaws wide open to intercept the incoming hand. His teeth powered by his tiny jaws clamp down on the Troll's hand, not much damage is caused, but Yix desperaely tries to hold on to the Troll's hand.\n\n((Bite: 18+6=24 Damage: 1))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nWatching the tide of battle, Trinark sees the need to fallback into the building. His thoughts are quickly echoed by his comrades, as they begin to fall back to a more defensive position.\n\nBefore moving too far from the Gnoll, Trinark elects to cast another healing spell. (Casting Defensively again)\n\n[OOC: Concentration check - 16 (+7) = 23]\n\n[OOC: Dumping Remove Paralysis for Cure Moderate Wounds - 2, 5, (+3) = 10]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The trolls press forward, driving you back into the relative safety of the building. \"Fall back!\" someone cries.\n\nKarzak growls as he rips his trident free of the troll's body and backs towards the doorway. The others follow suit, keeping the trolls at bay as best they can.\n\nYix is the last to slip through. As soon as the pseudodragon is inside, Karzak and the lizardman use their strength to force the oak door closed.\n\nTrinark lays a hand on the gnoll's back, healing some of his wounds. The rest of you look at each other uneasily, breathing heavily.\n\n[hr]\nHeavy blows rain against the oak beams of the door, and it takes the combined effort of your strongest members to keep the portal closed.\n\nYou are safe for the moment, but trapped, and the door won't hold forever ..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n \"This won't hold for ever. Believe me, I know.\" Putting all his weight into the door, he looks back towards the trapdoor, ferile eyes frowning in thought." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nStill breathing heavily, Tiriel asks.\n \"Did anyone find out what was upstairs?\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nOnce inside Trinark scans the interior of the cottage looking for a lamp or lantern that might contain some oil.\n\n \"Take a quick look around and see if you can find anything flamable that we can use against those beasts!\" \n\nHe will also check out the trap door he found earlier, to see if its possible to open it." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nThe Gnoll answers Tiriels question, inbetween grunts of exertion against the troll's entry.\n\n \"Only the carion of their previos feast.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Drat, then trying to bottle-neck them up there may not be such a good idea.\" \nSeeing Trinark trying to open what seems to be a trap door on the floor, Tiriel offers to help." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix piles himself against the door along with the others pushing as hard as his little stubby legs will let him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix pushes and pushes.\n\nTrinark and Tiriel pull, lifting the trapdoor in the floor, revealing a 5' x 5' square hole. The opening leads to a dark earthen cellar beneath the floorboards." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nA soft groan escapes from the reptilian. He was beside Karzak bracing the door flaming sword in one hand and shield against door.\n\n \"Not under the earth again..\" \n\nHe had taken some serious injuries and wound wince at an especially hard slam." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nPacing about in front of the door, Katrin watches Tiriel and Trinark open the trapdoor. Once it is open. Katrin jumps down into the cellar, looking around for anything that might be flammable--oil, casks or bottles of alcoholic drinks, even old rags.\n\n(OOC: I'm assuming that the drop isn't very long--I can roll a Jump check to jump down if Katrin would take damage from the fall.)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nSteps back away from the opening she helped open up - she reaches into her travle pack and pulls out 3 potions of CLW. She tosses one down before heading over to the door. Once there she tries to figure out how to give the gnoll and lizardman the potions without having the door and the trolls come crashing in....\n\n Potion of CLW - (1d8+1=5) \nTiriel's HP is now at 21 \n\nOOC: RH and DS - Tiriel will swap positions with one of you at a time so you can take the potions; or if you have a hand free, you can probaly chug one..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The trolls continue to batter at the door. Karzak and the lizardman strain against the door from the inside. The old oak creaks and groans. It will not hold for long.\n\nTiriel draws three vials from her pack, administering one to the lizardman and to the gnoll, as they continue to hold the door closed. She swallows the contents of the third potion herself.\n\nKatrin leaps down into the cellar, holding her everburning torch in one hand. The others peer down through the trapdoor after her.\n\nThe cellar is shallow and damp. A number of small barrels lie stacked against one wall. Roughly a dozen moldy sacks are piled haphazardly against the other wall. There is a body lying next to the lumpy sacks. It appears to be a teenaged girl, barefoot and wearing only a simple tunic. Her hair is disheveled and covers her face as she lies motionless on the floor." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman had been surprised to feel a hand grasp the side of his facae and thrust a bottle into his maw. Looking at the woman he had just saved, he wondered what she was doing until he felt the restorative effects kick in.\n\n Aaah... minty \n\nHe nods in appreciation, his tongue snaking out lazily a few times.\n\nAs splinters fly from the door and light starts shining thru, he narrows his eyes, \"They come\" , he voices in a low but clearly audible volume.\n\nThinking back to how the chanter(Tychus) could inspire them, he wished he was with them right now." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin quickly opens one of the barrels to see what it contains, hoping it's oil.\n\n(OOC: If the substance in the barrel is flammable, Katrin will hand a couple of barrels up to Trinark, telling him what's in them, and come out of the cellar. She'll try to get up to the attic with the barrels so she can light them on fire and throw them on the trolls. If Katrin can't lift a barrel by herself, or the barrels don't contain something flammable, then she'll go up to the attic and try to shoot her crossbow down at the trolls.)" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nIn thanks for the refreshing beverage the gnoll lets out a single growl.\n\n \"Hurry!\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix backs away from the door and assumes a fighting stance. His eyes narrow as he looks to what is beyond the door and what appears to be a snarl escapes from his tiny throat." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ignoring the body lying on the ground behind her, Katrin frantically checks the small wooden barrells. Fortunately, the barrels are fairly small and easy for Katrin to handle. The first four she opens contain either vinegar or ale, but the next two appear to contain lamp oil. She quickly passes them up to her companions above, then she lifts herself out of the cellar.\n\nSi'rene heads up the stairs to the second floor, while Yix takes up a defensive position across from the oak door.\n\nThe door begins to give way. The lizardman and gnoll are forced to step back to avoid being clawed.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Who stays on the first floor and who moves to the second? " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWill stay on the first floor and will corrdinate with Karzak and the lizardman so that they are able to get the maximum amount of bonuses/hits on the trolls when the door gives way. But before she does that, she'll castes Protection from Evil* on herself, and if time allows, Karzak and the lizardman.\nShe'll point out that those who go above should probaly focus on pouring lantern oil/setting on fire, the trolls that will hopefully still be outside...\n\n Tiriel's basic plan:\n \n [ooc: This is the best battle plan that I could come up with. Tiriel, Karzak and Ssathiya's positions are interchangable, anyone else have any ideas?]\n\n\n* PfE grants +2 to AC and saves " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak dodges the claws that are now starting to rake through the holes in the door as best he can. He's prepared to ready his shield and trident for when the door finally does give way.\n\n[Ooc: It's pretty much how I envisioned it. How are we going to incorperate the oil? Throw it on the pair waiting outside and light it like that?]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya makes an aggressive hissing sound and readies a stance.Shield held forward and sword above his head, he waits for the trolls to enter.\n\nTurning around to inspect the relative positions of everyone, he catches the eyes of his friend and companion in this long sojourn. A few wisps of stray white hair cover those eyes.\n\n \"We will watch the sunrise tommorrow. This I swear\" \n\nTurning back to the door he casts one final spell to delay the frenzied trolls.\n\n OOC: Entangle on the outside and if applicable inside just before the level where the gnoll and the lizardman stand. My intention is to delay the rush of the trolls and add a distraction while we surround them. thank you " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix jumps a little when the claws begin to come through the door, he looks around at the others and quickly readies himself again. \"We shall get them\" Yix broadcasts to all that are around." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nresponds to Yix, \"I think they need your help upstairs. You can help them drop oil on the trolls. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, holding one of the barrels, dashes upstairs with it, looking for a window or other opening above the door of the building. She hacks a small piece of wood out of the floor with her dagger, and, opening the barrel, dips it in the oil, leaving part of it dry. Leaning out the window, Katrin throws the oil over the trolls still outside. Using her flint, she lights the oil-soaked wood and quickly drops the flaming splinter on the nearest troll.\n\n(OOC: I realise these actions will take more than one round, but I thought it would be less confusing to post them all at once.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a kkkkrackk!!! the oak door finally splinters and gives way.\n\nThe lead troll squeezes through the doorway only to become entangled by the lizardman druid's spell.\n\nTiriel and Karzak attack the pinned troll from opposite sides.\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, Katrin sprints up to the second floor with Yix on her shoulder.\n\nYix assists her by tearing up wood fragments to be used as tinder while Katrin pours the oil over the trolls down below.\n\nTo their dismay, they notice that the \"dead\" troll seems to have recovered and is back on his feet. That makes three trolls stuck outside with the fourth stuck in the doorway between Tiriel and Karzak.\n\nHowling as the oil lands on them, the trolls look up and see Katrin in the window above. Two of the trolls begin to look for handholds so that they can climb the walls.\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel and Karzak get flanking attacks. The troll is entangled and also subject to a penalty for \"squeezing\" through the narrow (for it) doorway. Go ahead and roll attacks and damage (indicate how much of any attacks are flaming).\n\nTiriel is able to cover the three remaining trolls with oil, but each piece of tinder can hit at most one troll. Perhaps Yix can help \"bomb\" the trolls ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nSnarling in anger, the lizardman shifts his weight to his forward foot and side steps forward, slicing an arm.\n\nOOC: touch hit (12) dmg:7 (flaming)\ndeclare dodge vs. troll i'm fighting\nwill the trolls outside be affected by the entangle radius as well?\nsighit's times like these i wish i spat acid." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Attack w/+2 flanking: (1d8+9=11) \nbut this should hit since:\n \n 14 = Troll base AC\n -4 = squeezing\n = 10, or lower AC as he also gets a and a -4 to DEX for being entangled. \n \n Damage: (1d8+7=13, 1d6=4) = 17, 4 of which is Fire damage.\n\nTiriel does not move this round...\n reference for attack/defend modifiers " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak's lips twitch, mabe in immitation of a smile.\n\n \"We will see the sun rise.\" \n\nLeaping sideways to avoid the incoming troll, Karzak wirls to ready his shield and trident. [ Attack roll: 1d20+12=13 , Damage roll: 1d8+5=7 ] piercing the troll's hide." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin lights the oil-soaked splinters with her flint and steel, trying to reach Yix with her mind. Yix, can you fly out the window and drop one of these on a troll? She holds out a splinter to him, and, leaning out a window, drops a splinter herself, onto the nearest climbing troll." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix grabs the splinter and makes for the window. He jumps and brandishing the splint like a spear as he aims for the Troll that nobody else targeted, trumpeting as he falls down onto the Troll, and beating his wings only to slow his fall." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The troll in the doorway shrieks in frustration as he is attacked from multiple directions. Muscles straining, it breaks free of the entangling vegetation and fixes its yellow eyes on Tiriel and her flaming sword.\n\n[hr]\nThe trolls outside do their best to avoid the combination of the druid's entangle spell and the oil from above, but the two trolls who were attempting to climb the walls are set aflame by the \"matches\" dropped on them by Yix and Katrin.\n\nThe pseudodragon streaks downward and peels off as he delivers the burning splinter and sets his troll on fire. He skids to a stop on the ground below, unable to fly back to the upper story window with his armor on.\n\nSi'rene pokes her upper body out of the upper window and fires an arrow into the back of one of the trolls.\n\n\n\nOOC: The troll inside breaks free of the entangle spell using a full round action. Tiriel, the lizardman and the gnoll can make another series of attacks. Two of the trolls outside catch on fire. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nSmirks as she locks eyes with the ugly brute. She reassuringly grips her sword in both hands and attacks the troll with an upward slash.\n\n attack/dmg./fire dmg. (1d20+7=23, 1d8+7=12, 1d6=2) \nthe 2 is Fire damage\n\nooc: so did Tiriel get to cast Protection from Evil on her friends before the trolls stormed in???" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin smirks as the trolls begin to burn, but wastes no time loading and firing her crossbow out of the window at the troll she set on fire. The bolt fails to penetrate the troll's hide, however, and Katrin ducks back inside.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=11) The trolls loses its Dex. bonus to AC, but I still need a 14 to hit. What a lousy time to roll a 3. :-/)" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nAs Trinark emerges from the cellar he realizes he had lingered too long below trying to communicate with the frightened human.\n\nSeeing that the situation was desperate but somewhat stable he began confidently speaking a prayer asking for Eilistraee's blessing. {Casting: Bless} \n\n[OOC: DR, the Bless AoE states a \"50 foot burst\", your judgement call if the PCs on the second floor will be affected by the spell.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Still halfway in and halfway out of the doorway, the lead troll tears at Tiriel, but her armor, aided by her protective spell, saves her from its claws.\n\nOutside, two of the trolls are engulfed in flame and drop off the wall. The third troll takes a flying leap and grabs onto the rough stones of the cottage wall, scrambling upward towards the second story window.\n\n\n\nOOC: Protection from evil is in effect for Tiriel. Bless is in effect for the party members on the first and second floors of the house. Yix is too far away (outside) to be affected by Trinark's bless spell.\n\nEDIT: Corrected protection from evil effect." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nCatching sight of the recovering trolls outside only intensified his will to triumph over them. He slashes an arm snaking for the human.\n\nOOC:Touch Attack roll=14 +5 +1 hit dmg=5 (fire)\n\n------------------------------------------------------\nAs the troll stretches out both arms towards Tiriel, Ssathiya sees the dogman grin wickedly at the exposed hamstrings and nod to him. They attack in concert.\n\nOOC:Touch Attack: 21 = 15 +5+1 hit dmg=6 (fire)\n\nOOC: sorry for the previous and current round. Cmon DS" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin reloads, and shoots her crossbow down at the climbing troll. The bolt punches through the thick skin of the troll, and Katrin ducks out of sight inside.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+9=17) Forgot to add the Bless bonus, but it's a hit anyways \n Damage Roll (1d8+2=7) )" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix tries to run around underneath the Trolls legs with his tail flitting from Troll to the other." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"I...am...getting..... really ....sick...of....these...guys!\"\n Tiriel emphasizes each word as she swings her sword around and slices into the troll’s stomach.\n\n attack (w.bless)/dmg./fire dmg. (1d20+8=16, 1d8+7=9, 1d6=6) \nTotal = 14 (6 fire)." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nTrinark stays just out of reach of the Troll lodged in the doorway. Rather than get entangled in the melee, he chose to hang back in the event one of his comrades needs to be healed.\n\n[OOC: I'm here and I'm ready, I figure Trinark will play medic as needed. :) ]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak snears at the troll as he pokes his pointy stick (otherwise known as a trident) in it's general direction. [ 1d20+12=26 , 1d8+5=13 ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Karzak's trident passes through the troll's throat, and the rubbery giant drops to the floor and lies still. Almost immediately, another troll (still smoking from the burning oil) is in the doorway, scrabbling with its claws, trying to squeeze through the narrow doorway while avoiding the entangling tendrils writhing about its legs.\n\nYix zigs and zags between the third troll's legs, his stinger flicks left and right, and the troll roars and tumbles to the ground. It attempts to roll back and forth in the snow to extinguish the flames that still burn across its hide, but its movements begin to slow as Yix's poison set in, and eventually it lies still, flames still cracking across its back.\n\nYix watches his handiwork with satisfaction.\n\n[hr]\nThe fourth troll squeezes through the upper level window. Si'rene and Katrin back up until they bump into the cadavers suspended from the ceiling. The rotted bodies sway back and forth as the troll closes in with its fangs and claws bared ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin ducks around the bodies, scowling at the smell. Not wanting to get within reach of the troll's raking claws, she reloads her crossbow, takes aim at the troll, and fires. The bolt hits the troll squarely, and punches through its thick skin.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=20) \n Damage Roll (1d8+2=6) )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nJust as Tiriel starts feeling a bit let down because she no longer has a target. A loud noise from upstairs reminds her that there is still one more troll who has just found her friends.\n\n Tiriel runs to and up the stairs, heading for the trap door that leads to the attic. \n\nooc:\nDR.Bob - PM'd you.\n& I'm assuming that this post will replace my last post since Tiriel's action didn't happen." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Karzak \n\nKarzak sets about hacking at the remains of the trolls with his sword, making sure that none of them will ever walk again.\n\n[Ooc: Basically hacking them to so many pieces that a zombification spell would not work.]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSwinging his scimitar into a ready position the treptilian waits for the remaining troll to advance.\n\nOOC: To Hit: 7= 1+ 5+1 oh crap" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix rushes at the Troll now charging into the doorway making to bite it in the ankle, but finding that his jaws only close upon air.\n\n(Attack:2+6=8)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A cry from upstairs warns Tiriel that her friends, Si'rene and Katrin, are facing another troll in the attic.\n\nShe turns from the doorway and, accompanied by a sudden rush of wind, she leaps up and through the trapdoor in the ceiling in a single bound.\n\nThe lizardman and Karzak have hardly any time for her astounding leap to register, because the other troll is through the doorway, clawing ferociously at them.\n\nThis troll is larger than the others were, and it easily knocks aside Karzak's trident and even the lizardman's flame blade . With a roar, it tears at the gnoll's armor, rending the steel like wet parchment. Blood sprays across the floor and ceiling as the gnoll is nearly eviscerated ...\n\nA flash of movement at the troll's feet tells the lizardman that Yix is still valiantly aiding in the battle with the giant monster.\n\n\nOOC: Karzak takes a total of 30 damage. Si'rene, Katrin, and Tiriel will get one more attack against the upstairs troll before it wriggles through the window ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe lizardman teeter off-balance momentarily before recovering. Seeing his dogman friend being ripped into, evokes cold fury in him.\n\nBecoming a little reckless, he reverses his grip on the weapon and swings his shield back onto his back before running and jumping. He slams onto the back of the troll burying it into the troll's upper back.\n\nOOC: 13 +2 +5 +1 Dmg: 5+1 (flaming =6)\nTrying to distract the troll from Karzak. Yoric I hope you can heal Karzak or help me with this troll.\nNew AC: 21" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin curses as she hears the troll's tremendous attack from below. She reloads again and shoots at the troll, knowing it will just heal itself later, but having no other options at the moment.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=20) \n Damage Roll (1d8+2=10) )" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix abandons his tail as he sees and feels blood splatter on him. He looks around wildly before finding and slamming his head behind the Troll's knee, hoping to knock it down.\n\n\n(I don't exactly know what I would add to that, but I rolled an 8)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Try to help the ones downstairs, I'll try to hold this one off!\" Tiriel tells her friends before closing the gap between her and the troll.\n\nAs Tiriel attacks the troll she has a sudden revalation: a charge with a shield could easily punch the troll out of the window as it tries to wiggle through.\n\nBut Tiriel doesn't have a shield.\nShe has a sword; a long sharp object used to stab or slice. She decides to use stabing for now, followed by a bit of burning.\n\n Tiriel uses Power Attack to subtract 4 from her attack modifier, which adds a +8 to damge since she is weilding her sword in both hands.\n attack/dmg./fire (1d20+4=13, 1d8+15=19, 1d6=3) \n\nbut as she nears the troll her concentration slips and her sword digs a gouge out of the window frame.\n\nooc: off by 1!!!! ahh there goes 22 damage down the drain..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": "[Oh, i miscounted.]\n\n Karzak \n\nKarzak staggers from the rending claws. Bloodied and matting fur congealing, he gives into his ferile instincts and stikes out at the troll. [ 1d20+10=15 this is without flanking bonus. Don't know if it still applies. If it does then it's 17. 1d8+5=6 ]" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nTrinark works his way around to the Gnoll, making sure to stay away from the Troll as much as possible. He casts a small healing spell on the Gnoll warrior.\n\n[OOC: Cast Cure Light Wounds, 5 + 3 = 8 points healed.]\n\n Sorry folks, I'm out of 2nd level spells. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The troll upstairs looks like some kind of grotesque pincushion with all of the arrows and crossbow bolts sticking out of it. Si'rene and Katrin fall back, firing as they do so, but their missiles hardly seem to faze the misshaped giant beast.\n\nWith a cry, Tiriel charges the troll, her flaming sword roaring as it arcs through the air. Surprisingly nimble for a creature so large, the troll twists away from her sword and rakes its claws across her chest. Her breastplate buckles with a kapang! but the armor holds.\n\n[hr]\nDown below, Karzak ignores his wounds as he plunges his trident yet again into the troll's body. Trinark claps his hands on the gnoll's back and, as he prays to Eilistraee, the flow of blood spilling onto the floor is staunched somewhat.\n\nUnfortunately, now that the troll has its claws on Karzak, it apparently has no intentions of letting go. The giant monster picks up the gnoll and shakes him like a rag doll.\n\nYix's jaws snap at the troll's heels in an attempt to distract it, but to no avail. Karzak's spine snaps with an audible crack! \n\nHowling, the lizardman brings down his flame blade on the troll's neck, decapitating it. The giant beast collapses instantly, like a puppet from the guignol whose strings have been cut.\n\nThe druid, drow and pseudodragon rush to the aid of the gnoll, whose body lies twisted on the floor, his back folded at an impossible angle ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nUnaware of the turmoil and drama downstairs, Tiriel audiably hurls herself at the remaining troll:\n\n::Tiriel uses Power Attack to subtract 3 from her attack roll and add 6 to damage (if it hits)::\n\n attack: (1d20+5=21) \n dmg./fire: (1d8+13=21, 1d6=3) \ntotal = 24" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin takes aim on the troll carefully to avoid hitting Tiriel, and looses the bolt. The bolt streaks towards the troll's eye, but is deflected slightly, burying itself in the troll's skin.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+4=23) I forgot the penalty for firing into melee.\n Crit (1d20+4=10) \n Damage (1d8+2=10) )" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nRushing to his side, Trinark examines his Gnoll companion quickly. Even he is forced to admit there isn't much hope.\n\n \"Such a terrible waste\" he mutters, mostly to himself.\n\nSuddenly realizing they could still be in danger, he looks to his friends, \"We should burn the bodies quickly, before they have a chance to rise again.\" \n\nTrinark will start dragging the bodies outside so they can be burned." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix stands over the gnoll's body silently lamenting." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe 'snap' ssathiya heard rang as a death knell for the dog-man who lay there broken. He paused; about to stoop over and check the fallen warrior when a crash above him alerted him that fierce combat still raged abocve him.\n\nRoaring out,\n \"RAAAAAAAAA!!!!\" \n\nhe lunges upwards sword forward, warm air from the blade buffeting him as he ran into it.\n\nCloudhair was a better healer than him. If there was any hope left for the dogman, it only lay in his hands.\n\nThe last sight he catches as he races up is his dark friedn kneeling next to the hairy form, anguish on his face.\n\nOOC: This post precedes Yoric's and I didn't know what to post when i read Kaz's death either. I hope DS is picking up the paladin he talked about. I've enjoyed RPing with him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel plunges her sword deep into the raging troll. The monster roars in pain. Its face is close enough to hers for her to smell his foul, humid breath. It grabs her arm with one massive hand and reaches out with his other hand to rip off her head ...\n\n Thwip! Twang! Si'rene and Katrin shoot the troll from nearly point blank range. Both missiles burrow deep into the troll's neck. The troll's eyes roll up into his skull and it topples backwards with a loud THUMP! \n\nThe druid pops his head up through the trapdoor, flame blade ready. Assessing the situation quickly, he hisses \"Burn it!\" Then the druid scrambles back down to the first floor.\n\n[hr]\nKarzak is beyond even Trinark's power to save. The gnoll's eyes stare glassily up at the ceiling until Yix gently reaches forward and closes his eyelids.\n\nTrinark stands and begins the gruesome task of dragging the trolls' body parts outside to be burned. Some of the dismembered parts quiver as their muscles continue to contract. Sinews and tendons seem to be visibly trying to reknit themselves even while more oil is retrieved to create a giant bonfire." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix stands there awestruck as he brings his hand back down at his side. He stands there with moisture bremming in his eyes, until he finally raises his and lets out a mournful cry. He wipes his eyes, and slowly begins to help with the burning of the troll's bodies." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nhacks the troll's body into easily managable pieces before tossing them down to the ground outside. Hearing a mornful sound, she heads downstairs.\n\nWhen she see's gnoll's body she quickly rushes to join the others in mourning the loss of their friend.\n \"It should have been me...\" she wispers to herself, \"I'm sorry I wasn't there.\" \nWhile visiably upset, she squares her sholders goes outside. She suddenly remembers about her horse (and all the others), she will go find them before joining Trinark in the grusome task of buring the remains of the trolls." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nComing down the stairs, Katrin sees Karzak's body and starts, stopping in her tracks. She looks at the ground silently, and jumps down to the cellar to help pass up oil casks. She never says a word, and her expression is grim.\n________________________________________________\n\nSeeing the body in the cellar again, Katrin calls up to whoever is above her, \"...We should... We should take down the... the bodies in the attic and bury them properly, once we've taken care of the trolls.\" After the trolls are permanently disposed of, she walks over to the body in the cellar, and, grasping her by the shoulder, shakes her. She had a sneaking suspicion that the girl wasn't really dead--the trolls probably couldn't open the cellar door in the first place." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thick black smoke rises into the cold, clear winter night. Looking up into the sky, you can see the moon waxing bright. It will be full within a few days.\n\nThe trolls burn with an oily thick stench. You watch their body parts carefully until they turn to ash. Si'rene and Tiriel cut down the cadavers from the rafters, but the ground is too hard to dig into to bury them. Instead, their bodies are added to the funeral pyre and Trinark offers a prayer to Eilistraee on their behalf.\n\n[hr]\nDown below in the cellar, Katrin kneels next to the body of the girl. Perhaps she is still alive?\n\nKatrin places a hand on her shoulder. Her skin is waxy and cold. Rolling the body over, Katrin sees that it is too late. The long gash across the girl's belly appears to have been the cause of death. She must have managed to somehow make it to the cellar, only to bleed to death alone and in darkness.\n\nA small purse is clenched in between the girl's hands. It looks as though she had been clutching it to her breast as she died." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid & Trinark, cleric of Eilistraee \n\nSeeing that the warrior had her kill well-in-hand, the druid had not interfered as this would have taken the rightful honour of the kill away from her.\n\nRushing back down, the dismayed expression on the dark face of his packmate told him all he needed to know.\n\nThe dogman was dead. He was gone. His savage spirit in the hunting grounds of HIS ancestors perhaps. A place of honour for a life well lived. Defending a pack. HIS pack.\n\nThe lizardkin stood shockstill. His eyes shut tight, his clawed hands clenching as a paroxysm seemed to pass thru him. Frowning with concern, Trinark arose to move toward him but the reptilian moved swiftly. Out of the door, into the open.\n\nFree of the stink of troll ichor and blood, free of the feeling of senseless death and the surrounding walls a like a cage closing around him. The chill in the night cut into him but he welcomed the icy numbness to the stifling heat behind him.\n\nHis legs move faster until he finds himself running. Off into the darkness to be alone. No voices, no sounds just a pall of deathly silence only broken by his thoughts. Trinark stretched an arm out, intending to call out after him but stopped. The sound dying in his throat. He drops his arm to his side and heaves a deep sigh.\n\n No, my friend. Some demons are best exorcised alone \n\nMemories of his own persecution resurface. He looks to the pale moon. Its light carresses his face. Adding a fair hue to his delicate features. Lightening the lines of worry that are etched on a youthful, ageless face. Drawing a deep breath, seemingly taking strength from the air touched by that light, he utters softly, \"Bring him back safely to us\". He looks directly at the moon and smiles wanly and watches the silhouette of the lizardman disappear before turning over his shoulder, to Katrin who had just come down the stairs.\n\nHis brows knit as he prepares to tell the others the sad news.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe lizardman ran and ran. The biting cold could not dissipate the heat that burned within him. He gasped breathless from the exertion and choking from the pain that seemed to tighten in his chest and rise like bitter vomit but yet would not. He coughed wishing that he could expel out the confused mass of thoughts that tore at him. Its seeming source in his throat.\n\nHe had heard how his own packmates had died. The witch possessed by the foul spirit of the wizard sethra. The magical copy of the wizard who travelled with that pack long before he had even joined them, sacrificing himself. How unnerving just looking at him had been. The unnatural energies that maintained him surely imbalancing the pure balance that enveloped everywhere simply by its sustained presence.\n\nYet the wizard or his copy, Ssathiya could never tell the two apart, aside by knowing which was the one who constantly talked to him, who along with the witch had improved his common and along with Fizahn, his knowledge on the pinkskins had not been a force of evil but a loyal companion. No less than the animals borne of the balance and that accompanied druids like himself. It had approached him, fearless and patient of his own fear and distrust of it.\n\nThey were dead. He had not dealt with this before, always shirking it to a later time because he knew deep down inside what he felt.\n\n It was his fault. \n\nA Druid of the people. A watcher of the tribe.\n\nWho kept the tribe safe if not the druids?\n\nWho tended to the wounded in the hunts if not the druids?\n\n Shamans may be healers and knowledgeable in the rituals pleasing to Semuanya but any hunter or warrior saw in his druid the wary eye that kept them safe in the place that Semuanya had given them in this world.\n\n They were MY packmates. Where was I? \n\nI stood unmoving in fear as the Thunder-voice(Thokk) died fighting the spider-abominations. His death no less than one of the people.\n\n They died to keep my tribe safe.\n\nA tribe they have no place in. For a race that sees them as little more than beast \n When their spirits were sent forth into the afterlife, where was I? \n If i had died among my people, they would have eaten my flesh. My spirit with semuanya, my flesh a part of my people. Always. Now I wander away from my people. A visionquest of semuanya. No hunt. No kill. where will my spirit go? Will the pinkskins burn me as they do their kind? will i become a lost spirit? \n\nHe falls onto his knees, head lifted and gasping for air. In frustration, he tears the ground with his claws, ignoring the pain as rock cuts into the webbing between his fingers.\n\n Why do I feel this? Lizardkin do not feel like the warmbloods do. My people were right. To wander among the pinkskins is to lose the very thing that makes one lizardkin. \n\nThe image of the dead gnoll comes back to him. He shut his eyes as the shame and guilt wash over him. The dogman had died and here he was afraid for his own mortality. Kneeling like a weak coward in the cold, coming to terms with how lost he had been feeling for some time now instead of grieving or honouring the fallen.\n\nThe crux of the matter comes back to him. How was he to honour a creature, he had considered little better than a beast, one whose kind he had consumed before?\nEat his flesh, make him part of him forever? Would the gnoll even want that? To be part of a tribe of lizardmen where the only one who would regard him kin was the druid. To burn him like wood? To bury him? letting worms feast on his flesh.\n\nThe lizardman shudders from the anathema of the thought.\n\nClenching his jaw muscles, he stood up. Seeing where he was for the first time at the river's edge, he moves until he is right beside the water.\nHe calls out into the wind so that it would carry the words beyond,\n \"Spirit-of-the-wolf, to honour you, i will never eat the flesh of your kin, or allow them to be hunted.\" \nKneeling at the edge of the water, he marks strange patterns until he is satisfied and sings a chant with arms raised to the stars.\n\nIt is a song taught to the people that is used when they are far from home and unable to find their way. So that spirits of the balance and Semuanya may hear them and guide them home. He sings it for the gnoll and the wizard and the witch. For the brave warrior torn by the walking dead. And the thunder-voiced warrior who had shown him that the pinkskins were no mere beasts. And for others who had died needlessly in the path of death and decay, Sethra had wrought.\n\nAt the end of his song, he hangs his head.\n\nAnd he does something unthinkable for one of his savage race.\n\nHe weeps.\n\n\n(Edited)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman runs off into the darkness, leaving the rest of you standing still, mouths agape.\n\nTiriel retrieves the mounts. They whinny and shy away from the stench of burning troll.\n\nTrinark says a few words over the Karzak's body. The wind rises as he speaks, the cold breeze ruffling the gnoll's fur. Before your eyes, a startling transformation takes place as the gnoll's body shudders and blurs.\n\nEveryone steps back, weapons drawn, unsure of what is happening. Si'rene snaps at Trinark, \"What kind of magic is this, drow?\" Trinark just shrugs as if to say, \"This is not my doing ...\"\n\nAfter a few moments, there is no trace left of the gnoll. In his place, a naked human male lies curled in fetal position on the cold rocky ground ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin kneels next to the girl in the cellar. Looking at the pouch in her hands, she tries to decide whether to open it, or to let it be. Eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her. Letting the pouch rest in the girl's hands, she opens it and peers inside.\nS'irene's comment draws her attention, though, and she comes up out of the cellar to see what's going on. Seeing everyone with their weapons drawn, she says, \"What's going on? What--\" and cuts off short as she sees the human body where Karzak was. \"Who is that?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix is afraid at first, hiding behind the ankles of Katrin. After a few moments of staring in awe at the body he moves closer and begins to sniff it." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Naked Man? \n\nThe body appers to be that of a human male in it's late twenties, well muscled and quite comely in it's features. Peacefull in it's camatose state, it's breathing is barely perceptable. Gradually this deepens, however, untill, as the miniture draconic creature approaches to sniff, it's eyes snap open startling it back into cover and the entire body arches as though in pain. A cry escapes his lips, primal in it's intensity, and yet more human than any sound the gnoll before him made.\n\nSoon the convultions decrese enough for the man to gather some sence of his surroundings. As his gaspings subside he takes in every one of the assembled members of the group one by one, seeming to recognise each one before moving on to the next, face full of wonder. Lastly in notes it's own nakedness and moves, not quickly, but not without purpose, to improve his modesty. At the same instant his face seems to loose any positivity, and only a bleak emptyness can be seen in his eyes. In a strong baritone voice he addresses no one in particular.\n\n \"So I'm alive. I never thought...\" \n\nHe trails away into thought and his eyes wander with his thoughts, leaving those standing there not sure if he were truly among them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Before the transformation ... \n\nKatrin carefully teases open the pouch. Her torch reveals a neatly bundled package of letters. Katrin gently pulls out the letters, which have been tied with rough twine. The parchment is of fine quality, folded into fourths. There are about a dozen letters. Katrin slips them into a pocket for future examination ...\n\n[hr]\n After the transformation ... \n\nSi'rene frowns as she looks at the naked man suspiciously. Without a word, she offers him her cloak.\n\nHer bow still held ready with an arrow nocked, the elf archer scans the riverbank for additional threats. Turning to Tiriel she says, \"We should get the horses and ... Karzak ... inside. We can leave the horses on the first floor and secure ourselves up above.\"\n\nWhen she sees Katrin, she asks whether the girl is alive or dead. Hearing that the girl is dead, she suggests getting the lizardman to retrieve the body to add to the funeral pyre.\n\nSi'rene's short white hair glistens in the moonlight. Her bare arms are goosepimpled, but she does not shiver or otherwise show any signs of discomfort in the frosty night air." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \ndumbfounded by shock Tiriel agrees to Si'rene's idea without fuss or question. She helps move the horses into the bottom floor before mentioning that she's going to go look for the still missing Lizardman.\n\nShe walks off into the night and quickly dissapears from sight." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAs the man awakens Yix again runs behind the closest pair of ankles. He slowly leaves his favorite hiding spot, only to stare at the man while telpathically asking his name. He then points to himself and sends the word \"Yix.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe lizardman snaps his neck as he hears the crunch of a footfall.\n\n \"There you are\" a feminine voice rings out. Flameblade steps into the range of Ssathiya's darkvision.\n\nShe walks up to the large rock he is leaning against.\nHis hide armor and cold weather outfit are loosened and some flaps are open.\nHis chest and face are exposed to the cold.\nShe notes that he has obviously tried to roughly unfasten them.\n\nShe stands with arms akimbo, her hip in level with his head. The lizardman tilts his head and looks up at her.\n\n \"Boh-t... Boat\" \nHe makes a hand sign of something moving on water.\nHis movements slow, sluggish.\n\n \"Make one...to-morr-ow\" \n\nHe points behind him to the river barely visible in the dark until the moon shifts from behind come clouds.\n \"for .....\" \n\nHe frowns with the effort of thought as his breaths continues to form mist.\n\nTiriel nods in assent to this as she wraps the reptilian with his hide and thick cloak and hood as best as she could. Deciding that attempting to lift and support him would be a futile effort, she opts to warm him first.\n\nGathering the sparse twigs that were dry enough to satisfy her, she piled them in front of them. She pondered digging through the lizardman's pack for some flint and tinder as she had left hers behind to move more speedily.\nAs she taps her chin with her right hand, her left hand on her hip hits her belted sword.\n\nA moment of silence passes as she looks at it.\n\nSilently berating her, she draws her sword.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------\n(Edit: sorry DR, changed details from yr IM but you can intro them back in the next round unless kuja rps.\n\nkuja feel free to change anything relating to your character. and thank you for the opportunity.)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin stands just inside the doorway, watching the now-cloaked man. \"If you don't mind me asking, who are you?\" she says. \"And do you know how you got here? It's not often you see a dead body transform and come to life.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Now-cloaked Man \n\nIt takes a moment for the man to notice the cloak being offered to him. Once he has, his actions becoe automatic again, mechanical, like something some dwarven wizard has created at his forge, eyes blank and staring. Still, dispite the fact that Yix is not even in his line of sight he turns to him in the eyes at the mental sound.\n\n \"I know.\" \n\nHis voice is like gravel, his voice cold and biting as mountain air.\n\nAt the mention of the gnoll's name, however, emotion does reach his eyes as he flinches mintely.\n\n \"I am not Karzak. I am...\" he pauses momentarialy, colecting his thoughts, \"I am... E... Ev... an... Evandur.\" \n\nThe detachment returns and he rises, following the others inside. At Katrin's question he just shakes his head. He doesn't seem very willing to talk." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix growls at the man, it is a non-threatening growl, more questioning how this strange man already knew his name. He doesn't put much thought into it, as he yawns deeply and begins taking off his armor." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel sighs as she draws her long sword. She gently touches it's flaming blade to the kindling. Such a mundane and low use... \n Once she has made sure that the fire will keep, she sits down across from the lizardman. She sits awhile, gathering her thoughts and staring into the flames before she talks.\n \"Something happened to the Gnoll's body right after you left. she pauses, \"somehow his body became that of a living man. I don't know if he is the same person, but until we know who and what he is, we should all stay together.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark - Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nAfter completing a short benediction for their fallen ally, even he had to admit his surprise at the transformation. He had witnessed magic before, but nothing similar to this. Perhaps Eilistraee was watching over him and his group of friends.\n\nHe gazed up at the waxing moon, its quiet serenity bolstered his spirits. For a few moments he just let the gentle moonlight clense his spirit.\n\nSounds of his friends moving the horses inside brought him back. Sighing, he moved to help finish the cleanup and moved toward what he hoped would be a quiet night." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A long night passes, with little conversation. Everyone is tired and perhaps a bit dispirited. They glance at Karzak ... now Evandur ... curiously, but he simply ignores the obvious questions and curls up under Si'rene's cloak.\n\nSi'rene stands watch for most of the night, her bow and arrows close at hand. As she slips in and out of trance, she thinks about the events of the past several months and about her companions, old and new.\n\n It would seem that many of us are not who we first appeared to be. \n\nShe thinks about Ginevra's/Katrin's uncanny ability to see in the dark with vision surpassing her own elven low-light vision. She also thinks about Tiriel's occasional surprising bursts of speed and jumping ability. She marvels at the drow's transformation from a wretched outcast to noble scion of Eilistraee. The lizardman, who still refuses to share his name, remains an enigma as well. She has no idea what to make of the telepathic lizard.\n\n A strange bunch indeed ... One wonders what lies in our future. \n\nSi'rene pulls a small bundle from her gear and unwraps the porcelain mask. I wonder what its significance is ... \n\n[hr]\nThe dawn breaks clear and cold. There is a thin skin of ice on the riverbanks. Several flatboats lies drawn up on the near riverbank. Each could hold three horses or six people." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin lies in her bedroll, staring up at the night sky and the almost-full moon. She glances over at-- Karzak? Evandur? Who is he, really? What is he? Is he Karzak reborn? Or is he someone completely different? How did it happen? With all the questions and doubts and worries running through her head, it takes a long time for Katrin to fall asleep.\n_____________________________________________\n\nWhen the morning comes, Katrin walks down to the boats with the rest of the group. \"Tiriel, S'irene, how do you think we should split up on the boats? We'll probably have to make more than one trip over, with the number of horses we have.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix wakes only to find himself rather famished, he quickly brings out his sack of provisions and begins merrily munching away. As the others ponder over how to go about the boats Yix takes advantage of the water and begins to shine his armor, occasionally stopping to admire himself in its reflection." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nWith the dawn Evendur rises. Litterally. As the sun crests the horizon his eyes snap open and he sits up, panting as though coming out of a nightmare. Sweat drips off his brow as his eyes gradually focus on his surroundings. He looks down at his hands, turning them over before bringing them up to his face to feel it. He seems to be a bit unsteady on his feet when he gets up onto them, but the unsteadyness doesn't last for long. wearing the cloak he used the previous night for a blanket. He finds the gnoll's belongings attached to it's horse and rumages arround. Seeming to not find what he wants, he looks to see if anyone else is awake..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix preens at the water's edge, seemingly unaffected by the chill. Is it your imagination, or does the tiny lizard seem a little bit larger than he did when you first encountered him in the Underdark?\n\n[hr]\nEvendur rises to his feet unsteadily. He pokes through the rubble, looking for something but doesn't find it. Eventually, he joins Yix at the edge of the river, wincing as he crosses the frozen rocks in his bare feet. He kneels by the water, clearing away a thin crust of ice so that he can see his face reflected in the water.\n\nEven Si'rene has to admit that Evendur is a handsome specimen ( for a human, she thinks to herself).\n\n[hr]\nIt will take two people to pole each ferry across the river and back.\n\nSi'rene suggests having the lizardman and Tiriel act as \"ferrymen\", shuttling the rest of the party and the mounts across the river. Si'rene volunteers to cross first and scout ahead.\n\nIt takes hours to make the multiple trips across the river ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Please decide who crosses first, second, last, etc. Si'rene is already across the river (ferried by the lizardman and Tiriel, unless there are strong objections). " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel looks at the lizardman and shrugs. She's never done this before but she doesn't figure that it will be all that hard.\nRemembering something she saw on one of her previous travles, she suggests that they tie a rope to the ferry and attach that rope to a couple of the horses so that if something happens, the ferry can be pulled back to shore/upstream." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n The night before... \nThe physical and emotional exhaustion of that day causes him to only hear snatches of the conversation as Tiriel peers into the fire talking. He only catches snatches of her mentioning something about a stranger mysteriously appearing.\n\nA snore from him a short while later confirms Tiriel's suspicions as she sighs before wrapping her cloak about herself and settling beside the lizardman.\n\nShe is the first to awaken the next morning and scout extensively, thus discovering the barges and alerting the others to it.\n---------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAs Tiriel stood beside him waiting for his response, he had been on one knee and examining the barges. He wordlessly looks into her eys and nods and will help her tie the rope on the boats.\n\nHe is more concerned on the rough looking land on the far bank and frowns at it as they ferry Si'rene across.\n\nHe says in a low voice to her: \"No far\"\n\nThe look of annoyance she flashes him is all the answer he gets. He leaves his pack and some of his cold weather clothing, now mended, on the other side before returning to ferry the remaining members.\n\n~~~~~~\nEarlier as the lizardman and the warrior had returned to fetch the others, the only response he had had for the newcomer was by walking right up to his face and then revealing his own face. Pulling his scarf and pushing his hood back, he had stared into the eyes of the human until with a deep inhaled breath, he growled with gritted teeth,\n \"you... are not known to me\" . The human had not flinched at the sight of the reptilian face in front of him and remained silent as the lizardman turned away.\n\nTurning to tiriel who removed her now unnneeded restraining hand from his arm, Ssathiya stalked away, ignoring the stranger. The more observant party members like Trinark deduced that while the lizardman had not accepted the stranger but ignored him because he clearly did not see the close-mouthed stranger as a threat.\n\n Yix who had been peering curiously at him, got a soft rub on his side by the druid's tail as he passed him. He had not glanced in Trinark's way but Tiriel nodded to the look of gratitude he shot her.\n\nThe rest led by Tiriel followed behind him to the water's edge where she had been the first to speak to him.\n\nOOC: sorry busy with an A&E posting. Mainly an entry to tie up loose ends from the night and morning and interact with char.s." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur, exiting from the water starts to shiver.\n\n \"I don't suppose anyone has any spare clothes,\" he says through chatterig teeth.\n\nIt is weird as he seems to have aged not at all in all the years. His body is still young and he has his life ahead of him.\n\n Maybe she is not so harsh a mistress... " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks sympathetically at Evendur. \"I'm sorry... I don't have any spare clothes, and I'm pretty sure nothing I wear would fit you anyways, but if I had any extra clothes, I'd give them to you.\" She turns back to Tiriel and the boats. \"I think we should go over with two horses and two people on each boat. One person holds the horses and the other poles the craft across. Unless you won't be able to get across with only one person ferrying?\" She looks questioningly at Tiriel. \"Anyways, I'll go over next, if no one else wants to.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix walks over and holds out his now shiny armor for Evendur." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"It would be safer if we only took one boat at a time since I don't think either of us has done this before.\" \nShe glances at the man huddled under his cloak,\n \"We'd better do something about him too. Hopefuly we'll run into a town where we can get him some clothes since I don't think any of us packed extras.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix puts his offering down, as it is unaccepted. This only provokes him though as he gazes at Evendur and silently asks \"Who are you?\" He ***** his head to the side and waits for his answer." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid stares silently at the ridge he last saw Si'rene disappear over.\n\nHe ferries Katrin across." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix's armor is of course too small for Evendur, but it was quite disappointing that the generous gesture went unacknowledged.\n\n\"Evendur\" simply stares into the distance, lost in his own thoughts without answering any of his companions' questions.\n\nIt takes nearly the entire morning to ferry the entire party and equipment across, but soon enough the party is on the road again, led by Si'rene, who is content to scout ahead, just out of sight of the main party.\n\n[hr]\nTwo days pass uneventfully. The snow remains unmelted on the ground, but the skies are clear and your furs are thick, so the cold is no hardship, even for the druid.\n\nOn the third morning, you are breaking camp when Si'rene points back the way you have come. A thin line of smoke is visible at the horizon.\n\n\"Other travelers perhaps?\" the elf asks hopefully as she begins stringing her bow." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix's head perks up at the mention of something other than the cold boring whiteness of snow. He was growing rather bored as he spent the past few days throwing snowballs at his fellow companions, and wondering where his lap goes when he stands up. He looks at the smoke with great interest and more than a passing fancy." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Gesturing to her shoulder, Si'rene invites the pseudodragon to hop on. \"Shall we see what's going on?\"\n\nSi'rene wheels her horse around and trots back down the road with Yix.\n\nThe rest of the party continues to head East, pausing occasionally to look behind them.\n\n[hr]\n\nSi'rene and Yix catch up with the party an hour later, her horse's breath steaming in the chilly air. She wastes no time giving her report.\n\n\"A half dozen horsemen were breaking camp. They appear to be heavily armed, but I couldn't see exactly who they were.\n\n\"I don't think they saw me and Yix, but our trail is pretty obvious, so they clearly know that we are up ahead of them.\n\n\"I don't know whether they are following us or not, but we can probably keep ahead of them if we don't run into any more delays.\"\n\nTrinark, squinting against the daylight, mumbles, \"Or we could leave the road and wait until they pass ...\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nlooks at the snow covered ground.\n \"Unless we find an area without snow, we'll be leaving a trail no matter where we go. I think we shoiuld press on until we know more or find a good spot to leave the road.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix points at Tiriel and nods his head in agreement, then to demonstrate what she says is true he walks around the group in a circle, then points to his tracks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You decide therefore to continue onward, but you can't help wondering who the horsemen behind you are.\n\nThis deep into the winter, you would not expect any casual travelers. In fact, the horsemen are the first living people you've encountered since leaving Telflamm.\n\nSi'rene continues to keep a sharp elven eye out for them, and occasionally points them out when the terrain allows you a good view to the horizon. There is no question that they are following you, but whether because they are pursuing you or because this is simply the only road to the next town is unknown.\n\n[hr]\nToward the end of the day, you come to an ancient stone bridge, slippery with snow and ice, that spans a dark river. The bridge is long and narrow, clearly designed for easy defense, though from which side is hard to say." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe journey after the ferry crossing had been uneventful except for the playful antics of the little dragon. He had pelted a snowball at the druid who had seem stunned by the first hit.\n\nWith an unreadable expression, the reptilian had pulled his hood lower over his semi-masked face. The next snowball the cheeky pseudodragon sent his way found the pseudodragon squeaking and ducking as a green tail snaked out returning his shot.\n\nWith an evil gleam in his eye, Yix continued to play with the others but always took an opportunity to throw one at the druid whenever he thought the druid's guard was down.\n\nThe little amusement he had engaged in however had distracted him from detecting the horsemen and he explained with dismay to Tiriel and Trinark that he could not mask their tracks even with combined magical and mundane means. He looked at his own trackless steps and sighed.\n\nHe did give evandur dirty looks when the horsemen were mentioned from then on.\n\nAs they stood gathering their breath at the bridge, he squinted into the light trying to make out the horsemen.\nStretching his stiff muscles he thanked whatever spirits had chased the cold away that morning and waited to see what the others might say.\nOOC:\n\nOOC: I pass w/o trace and I could memorise a spell that can mask 3 but even with a very good survival check i doubt i could hide all the horses. Is evandur walking now bec. i remember the gnoll not having a horse?" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nexamines the bridge in the waning light. If the horsemen have bad intentions, this would be the place to find out.\n \"Let's cross the bridge, if there's trouble, we can bottle neck them at the otherside as they try to come off the bridge. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone dismounts, including Evendur, who had been riding the extra horse (eschewed by the lizardman). One by one, you carefully lead your mounts over the icy bridge, their hooves scraping and sliding on the slippery stones.\n\nThe dark water rushes by underneath the bridge, flowing very rapidly due to the narrowness of the river at this point.\n\nOnce safely across, you turn back to look for the horsemen. After a short while, they appear over a small rise, halting there to regard you from perhaps a quarter mile away.\n\nWith the sun setting to their backs, they are silhouetted against the purple sky, making it hard for you to see their faces. In any case, they are as bundled up against the cold as you are, rendering them essentially anonymous.\n\nThey seem to be considering whether to approach or not. It seems unlikely that they could attack you across the length of the bridge. On the other hand, if you set out to the east again, it would be easy for them to overtake you on the open road." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix points to the horsemans silhouettes and then points to his mouth. Yix then waltzes over to a convenient spots and sits down awaiting the horseman." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Unexpectedly, Evendur chuckles, his voice hoarse, as if from disuse. \"It would appear that the little dragon has made up his mind. I only wish I knew whether he plans to eat them or talk to them!\" The handsome, pale man's body convulses with laughter.\n\nS'rene rolls her eyes. \"I think I liked him better when he didn't talk,\" she mutters.\n\nShe tests her bow and sights in on the far end of the bridge, then loosens the arrows in her quiver and clears a spot on the ground of snow. Without further comment, she kneels down to wait.\n\nA wind rises, blowing snow crystals into the air, which sting your face.\n\n[hr]\nThe horsemen come no closer. In fact they seem to get a bit agitated as they stare at you from their vantage point.\n\nThey seem to be pointing at you and shouting, though the wind, which is strengthening, seems to be sweeping their words away so that you can not make out what they are saying.\n\nThe lizardkin druid growls. There is something unnatural afoot ... " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin glares supiciously at the horsemen, trying to catch their words. At the same time, she looks for a sheltered hiding place, preferably one with shadow. She lets her horse's reins fall to the ground, allowing the animal to graze off what little green matter might stick up above the snow." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe wrongness of the situation came at him. A churning in his lower gut. Closing his eyes he tries to attune himself to what is happening around him.\n\nThe reaction of the horsemen, the 'feel' around only lead him to one conclusion.\n\nThe danger was HERE!\n\nHis eyes snap open!\n\n \"Back, Back\" \nHe roars suddenly startling those around him. He waves them back towards the horsemen, across the bridge.\n\nThe spines on his back and neck all stood erect and he hoped the pack leader (Tiriel) would see the alarm in his eyes and lead them in a gallop back to the bridge.\n\nHe would hold off the unknown danger for as long as he could.\n\nThis was his pack.\n\nHIS pack.\n\nHunter. Druid. Lizardkin. Survivor of the deep earth.\n\nWhatever threatened them would face the full ferocity of that culmination.\n\nOOC: DR let me know what rolls to make ... OR go ahead and make them for me. My motive would be to make the relevant skill checks or cast spells that will perceive the threat." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The horses whinny in alarm. As Katrin turns around, she is startled to see a new threat approaching from behind the party.\n\nThe lizardkin druid seems to have almost presciently sensed the danger and is already urging everyone to run back across the icy bridge, even though it will take you closer to the horsemen.\n\nIcy clouds of mist roll towards the party from a copse of evergreen trees. The mist obscures vision somewhat, but you can make out several serpentine heads writhing within the mist.\n\nThe creatures seem to be approaching at a deliberate pace, having pinned the party against the bridge ...\n\n\"Behind us!\" Katrin calls out to warn the others.\n\n\n\nOOC: The bridge is narrow and icy. Movement at any speed faster than 10' will require a DC 20 balance check. Failure will trigger a DC 15 reflex save. If the save fails, you fall off the bridge into the river. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "ooc: I guess the builders of the bridge forgot the guard rails." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bridge is narrow with very low (knee high) guard rails. Under normal conditions, it would be easy to cross the bridge double file, but in the winter, the stones are very icy and the bridge is therefore dangerous to cross.\n\nYou could walk over carefully without needing to make checks, but running back over it could be dangerous.\n\n[hr]\nIn the distance, the horsemen keep shouting and pointing, obviously trying to warn you about the ice serpents. They seem to be arguing amongst themselves whether or not to get involved." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix runs as fast as he can towards the bridge, at the last second he leaps into the air hopefully sliding his way across most of the icy bridge. He then picks himself up and runs next to the guard rail the rest of the way.\n\n((This is under the assumption that since Yix is about knee high the guard rail is about as tall as he is))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix is able to slide and skid his way across the bridge, shooting off into a snow drift on the far side of the river.\n\nThe rest of you find the footing much more perilous.\n\nEach of the six serpentine heads sends an icy blast towards you as they approach. Through the frosty mist you can just make out the outline of a single massive dragon-like body ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nwhips her around at the Lizardman's shout. Seeing the icy serpent, she runs a quick appraisal and decides that the horsemen are, at the moment, the least serious threat.\n\n \"Retreat!\" she shouts, \"Everyone head back across the bridge!\" \nShe asks Si'rene to guide her horse back across as she unsheaths her sword and prepares to cover her retreating friend's backs.\n\nooc: Tiriel will be facing the ice-snake-thing and walking backwards across the bridge. This is probaly going to be my las IC post until Sunday evening-ish." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin grabs the reins of her horse, without speaking. She runs, sure-footed, across the bridge. She turns around when she's about 60 feet back from the ice creature. She pulls her horse around behind her with one hand, reaching for her crossbow with the other.\n\n((OOC: Balance Check (1d20+11=21) ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene grabs the reins of two horses and begins pulling them onto the bridge.\n\nAs she assesses the situation, however, she realizes that there isn't enough time to get everyone and the horses across the bridge. Handing the reins of the horses to Trinark, she slips and slides her way back to Tiriel.\n\n\"I will stand with you. Maybe we can hold off these things long enough for the others to get across!\"\n\nSi'rene draws her bow and begins whispering in elven ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin had lagged behind the others and finally stood a distance behind them watching the mist-covered monster reveal itself.\n\nStaring at the approaching monstrosity with a grim expression, he tries to remember if had been taught anything about facing such a creature or at least something akin to it. {Knowledge(Nature): 9 +5 = 14}.\n\nSeeing Tiriel coming to stand beside him as the others bottleneck at the bridge, he takes on a look of annoyance and waves at her to get back over the bridge or stay with the others.\n\nThe worried look on Trinark's face catches his eye and his expression softens. He simply looks grim again and gives a nod. One that conveyed that he knew their hunter was a serious threat.\n\nTurning back to approaching enemy, he spreads his arms and then begins to quickly whirl them and chant casting a spell\n\nOOC: EDIT: din know it's so close. change plan. cast barkskin on self. cast flameblade. fight flameblade and shield\n\nModifeid AC: 26\nTouch attack: 12 + 5 =17 Damage 5 + 1= 6 (flame)\nat the head that lunges at tiriel" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix claws his way out of the snow bank and hops over towards the men and their horses. He stares at each of them in turn looking them directly into their eyes communicating only one thing \"We Fight!\" \n\n((heres to them speaking common and taking orders from a little pint size dragon))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix leaps, glides and scurries up the hill to the horsemen on the ridge. They look surprised to see the tiny dragon, and are amazed when he telepathically communicates with them.\n\nFrom their vantage point, they can see the cryohydra closing in on the remaining warriors attempting to hold the bridge. They look at each other uncertainly.\n\n[hr]\nTrinark, Evendur and Katrin guide the frightened horses over the icy bridge while the lizardman, Tiriel, and Si'rene try to hold off the huge beast to buy them some time.\n\nSi'rene fires an arrow that strikes one of the heads right in the eye. As the head rears back, however, the other heads dive forward to attack.\n\nTiriel's flaming sword is drawn, and she slashes viciously as five heads snap at her shield.\n\nOne catches her in the ankle and almost upends her.\n\n\n\nOOC: Si'rene hits for 12 points of damage. Tiriel does 15 points of damage (flaming). Tiriel is hit once for 10 damage.\n\nRunehawk, go ahead and make attack and damage rolls vc AC 21. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin draws her crossbow and pulls back the string, fitting a bolt into the notch. Her eyes widen as she sees multiple heads on the beast-- hydra! She carefully takes aim on the ice hydra." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix shakes his head at the paltroonery of the horsemen. He lets out a sharp growl trying to quit them down and focus all attention on gimself. He then points the horseman to where he wants them to stand, trying his best to make a defensive position on this side of the bridge." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nNever having fought such a beast before and knowing nothing about it, Ssathiya believed that saving his friends depended severing as many ice-brething heads as possible.\n\nHe readied himself to slice at another head.\n\nTouch attack: 17 + 5 =22 Dmg: 5 +1= 6" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The horsemen dismount and draw their weapons. They appear to be a mixed bunch - some humans and elves, some gnomes and halflings. They move forward cautiously, while Yix encourages them forward.\n\n[hr]\nAt the bridge, Tiriel and the lizardkin druid slash at the hydra with their flaming weapons. Si'rene and Katrin fall back and pepper the beast with arrows and crossbow bolts.\n\nMeanwhile, Trinark and Evendur continue to lead the horses back over the bridge to relative safety.\n\nOne of the hydra heads blasts the party with an icy cone of frost that rolls over the front line and catches Si'rene and Katrin as well. Tiriel and the druid catch the worst of the breath attack, however, and are instantly coated in a thin layer of ice.\n\nFlakes of ice break off their skin as they continue to dodge and parry the snapping jaws of the six-headed hydra ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Ssathiya takes 12 cold damage. Tiriel takes 11 cold damage. Katrin takes 5 cold damage. Si'rene takes 8 cold damage. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin shivers as the icy blast hits her, throwing off her aim as she looses her bolt. It flies wide, missing the head she had aimed at by a good two yards. She scowls and reloads her crossbow.\n\n((OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+4=14) \nForgot the penalty for firing into melee... again... :P))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix holds up his hand for the horseman to stop and stay on this side of the bridge. He then tries to get his companions to cross to his side of the river. He looks to the horseman and asks on word \"Bows?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe sting of the ice bites into him. Thousands of sharp needles numbing him. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he sees his packmates blasted with the ice.\n\nKnowing that they could not last long against this monster, he hatches a desperate plan.\n\nHe charges forward, intending to distract the heads away from the others and sinks his flame blade to its hilt at the root of the necks and slowly begins cutting through.\n\nOOC:\n dunno how we're gonna play this DR. my intention is to draw away the fire from the others (tiriel) and make me the primary target. you can apply ac penalty as you see fit. dex + dodge? i'm prob holding shield over my head and blocking attack attempts. and yes AoO for you" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Seeing his companions hit by the cone of frost, Trinark releases the horses and slips and slides back to the melee.\n\nThe lizardkin druid bravely (or perhaps foolhardily) charges toward the hydra. He jams his shield into the maw of one of the serpentine heads, but another head clamps down on his ankle and spins him off his feet, tossing him off to the side.\n\nThis gives Trinark an opportunity to slip up behind Tiriel. He quickly whispers a prayer to Eilistraee and lays hands on her. She nods her head in gratitude.\n\n[hr]\nThe dismounted horsemen draw bows and crossbows and prepare to provide supporting fire.\n\n\n\nOOC: Trinark heals Tiriel for 8 points. Ssathiya takes 7 points of damage (tossing etc just added as flavor text) from an AoO. Also, we're moving to a new OOC thread. Drop by The Naughty Nun when you get a chance ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian grunts at the impact. Picking himself up, he notes with satisfaction as one head chokes on his heavy shield.\n\nHolding up his flaming sword in front of him, he readies himself to dodge and smite the next head that lunges at him.\n\nTouch: 12+ 5=17 dmg= 6+1 =7 flaming \n\nNew AC= -2 for loss of shield =24" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix raises his arm straights up then throws it forward growling as he does so, hoping the soldiers will loose their arrows all at once. He then motions them forward slowly as he marches in the lead of the column crossing the bridge." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looses her bolt, aiming for one of the heads. It flies wide, a sudden gust of wind carrying it astray. With a frustrated growl, she reloads again, ready to try shooting one last time.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+4=12) \nWhat a lousy time to roll an 8...)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "[ooc: so I went and read up on hydras...this is not going to be fun without an arcane caster. We really need to chop off it's heads with flame weapons...]\n\n Tiriel \nquickly decides that it's time for a change in her attack plan. She switches to a two-handed grip on her sword as she waits for one of the beast's heads to try to strike her:\n readys a sunder attack agaist the next head that attacks her \n\nattack roll: 1d20+11=22 \ndamage, slashing/fire:\n 1d8+7=10, 1d6=4 \n\nooc: I'm 1 short on each damage roll...well at least it's got one head hanging by a thread..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a shout, Tiriel lops off one of the hydra's heads! The head and a few feet of neck writhe in the snow for a few moments, then lie still, contorted and twisted.\n\nShe smiles with satisfaction, but her grin turns to a grimace as a different head bites her arm, as if trying to neutralize her fearsome flaming sword. Ice cold fangs punch through her armor like iron spikes. She feels her blood run hot and wet down the inside of her forearm.\n\nKatrin's bolt misses, but she is stunned to see a simultaneous flurry of additional arrows and bolts drop down onto the cryohydra from above. She spins to see that the horsemen have dismounted and have aimed up into the sky. Their missiles arc expertly into the air and rain down on the hydra.\n\nShe can barely make out Yix standing in front of the strangers, waving his wings and directing their fire like some sort of field marshal.\n\nThere are more of the horsemen than had been visible at first. About a dozen now have crested the rise, the setting sun to their backs ...\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel takes 8 damage. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin smiles helplessly and shakes her head when she sees Yix. She turns around, levels her crossbow, and fires. Again, the bolt misses. She looks around for any kind of shadow she might be able to hide in...\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+4=14) ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The setting sun casts long shadows along the ground. After another crossbow bolt sails between the writhing hydra heads, Katrin crouches, then rolls into a nearby shadow, vanishing.\n\nSi'rene's hands as a blur as she fires arrow after arrow into the hydra. Her lips move as she whispers in elven with each shot.\n\nEncouraged forward by Yix, the fur-clad strangers begin to approach the bridge on foot, firing as they move.\n\nEvendur leads the horses away from the bridge so that they are not in the way.\n\n[hr]\nSeeing Tiriel badly bitten, Trinark again calls upon Eilistraee to heal the warrior. \"Perhaps a bit more restraint?\" he suggests as he lays hands on her.\n\nThe lizardkin druid appears determined to hold off the cryohydra by himself. His flame blade slashes at the hydra's body. Four of the remaining heads snap at the druid, while the fifth head spits out his shield.\n\nThe lizardman seems surprisingly nimble considering the cold temperature and the bulky furs he is wearing. Still, he can not avoid being nipped several times by the enormous beast. Crimson droplets spatter the snowy ground around him as he duck, weaves, and slashes ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix presses forward still, and urges the horsemen to move a little faster, as he spies the lizardkin in quite the predicament." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nGrimices in pain. Two near death situations in less than a minute, things are not looking good. Still, she hates the idea of leavign the lizard man behind. She settles on a comprimise:\n\n Tiriel prepares to do the same as before, but she will also take a 5' step backwards after attacking. \n Sunder attack: (1d20+11=21) \n damage: (1d8+7=14, 1d6=5) \n\nooc: whoo-hoo there goes another head, and this out for good !!! I decided to take out another head instead of retreating because I'd probaly get hit with the AoO anyhow." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin will sneak up on the cryohydra, drawing her shortsword. Once she gets in a good position for attacking and flanking, she'll sneak attack the hydra.\n\n(OOC: Balance Check (1d20+11=20) \n Hide Check (if I need it) (1d20+21=32) \n Move Silently Check (if I need it) (1d20+16=33) \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=26) \n Damage+Sneak Attack damage (1d6+2, 1d6=[8], [5]) \n Now I get good rolls...))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSpitting the blood that had collected in his mouth, the reptilian holds a broken rib and winces. He grunts as he barely dodges another attack and gets smacked by a long serpentine neck.\n\nTottering to a side, he spots his shield lying in the frozen ground and dives to pick it up, flicking his flameblade upwards with a backhand flip.\na head that head been lunging, ducks away from the whirling, burning object and hisses with anger as it tries to shield itself.\n\nRolling onto the shield, ssathiya picks it up and comes to rest holding it before him. He stretches out his hand, catching his weapon deftly before it hit the ground and spins it in readiness.\n\nOOC: flavour text move to pick shield w/o AoOs. SO i'm moving in a 'U' pattern and ready partial action to sunder while fighting defensively.\n\nTouch: 13 +1 =14 (hit?) dmg =8+1= 9 flaming " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Ignoring the drow's sound advice, Tiriel spins and cleaves a second head from the hydra. Before the disembodied head even hits the ground, however, powerful jaws clamp down around her waist. Her armor buckles as she is lifted off of the ground and shaken until she loses consciousness. Her sword drops from her bloody hand, sinking point first into the frozen ground with a hsssss . Its flames flicker out.\n\n\"NNNOOOOOO!!!!!\" Katrin, who had circled around unseen toward the hydra's flank, plunges her sword deep into the belly of the beast, causing it to drop Tiriel's body as all four of its remaining heads roar in pain.\n\nThe lizardkin druid slashes at the hydra's other flank as he recovers his shield, a cry of anguish on his lips ...\n\nWithout warning, you are all engulfed in a stinging cloud of ice that chills you to the bone as three heads simultaneously blast you with jets of frost ...\n\n[hr]\nYix watches with horror as his two-legged companions disappear in an opaque, glittery white cloud. He had seen Tiriel fall before the frosty mist obscured his vision.\n\nHe urges the newcomers forward with even more haste. As they reach the near end of the bridge, they drop their bows and crossbows and draw melee weapons. Evendur stands nearby with the horses, seemingly frozen in stunned horror.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel is critically wounded but is thrown clear of the frost blast. Ssathiya saves and takes 17 points of cold damage. Trinark fails his save and takes 33 points of cold damage. Katrin saves and takes 17 points of cold damage. Si'rene saves and takes 19 points of cold damage.\n\nIs this the end? Of course not. Please stand by ... " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid (A cinematic from his perspective)\n\nThe reptilian had heard a shout from Movingshadows or Katrin as she had named herself. Snapping his head around, a sight of horror greeted him.\n\nTheir leader lay, a bloody broken mess on the hard ground and Trinark had rushed to kneel at her side. Ssathiyaa had roared out and slashed a flank that slithered forward to obstruct him as he had moved to help them.\n\nTime had slowed down at that point.\n\nThe heads had jerked upward. Blood ceased spurting from the second head Flameblade had loped off. The monster roared out its pain to the heavens.\n\nSi'rene moved before him to her fallen 'sister'. She had been closer to Tiriel and was skipping ahead and to the right of him. She had stood more distant from the hydra, in the center between the druid and the pair of the fighter and cleric. She sidestepped with an urgency while facing the hydra, loosing arrow after arrow. All the while she kept shifting towards tiriel's side.\n\nThe lizardkin did not see Katrin to his left behind the root where the hydran necks joined at the torso. Tears streaking down her face as she stabbed it from the back. Her teeth bared in a grimace as grief and anger wrestled across her face.\n\nSsathiyaa smelt the soot from Si'rene's magic arrows as they whistled over and around his head as he moved towards Trinark and Tiriel, cutting between her and the hydra.\n\nThe necks of the hydra had swelled as it began to draw in a deep breath. The others knowing what it heralded, flinched as they prepared to dodge the inevitable blast.\n\nOnly Trinark did not flinch as he knelt before Tiriel on one knee. His sword, shining as light caught its expert craftsmanship, was clasped at the hilt by one hand, its tip on the ground while his other hand rested lightly on Tiriel.\n\nA knight standing still vigil over the fallen.\n\nHis lips moved soundlessly, completing the last spell he would ever utter as he stared into the gaping maws of the hydra. There was no fear on his face, just the grave expression he always wore as he woried about others around him.\n\nThe blast spewed forth from the serpentine heads.\n\n Ssathiya broke his stride and twisting his shield around him , ducked, trying to avoid as much of the blast as he could.\n\nAs the force of the blast hit him, he was propelled backwards to the ground. He saw Trinark kneeling, unmoving from the oncoming blast. He twisted his neck to face his drow friend. The noble drow finished the spell and the hand on Tiriel glowed briefly.\n\n Trinark's head turned slightly to Ssathiya. Their eyes met and a light smile touched Trinark's lips, softening his calm, grave expression.\n\nIt would be the last time Ssathiya would see his friend smile.\n\nAs the blast hit them, the cleric mouthed,\n \"Be well\" and slowly closed his eyes as the mist robbed him from sight.\n\n \"CLOUDHAAAAAIR\" , he screamed with all his heart.\n\nEverything went white. Only a world of biting cold.... , excruciating pain... existed to his senses.\n\nThe last thought he had before unconsciousness took him was a memory of Trinark smiling broadly. He clenched a goblet in his hand as they stood at a balcony of Sheyra's mansion. Moonlight splayed on both their faces.\n\nAlone, together and free.\n\nTheir missions complete. A hunt fulfilled and a spiritual journey ended. The Underdark behind them.\n\nThat night and many more nights like it lay ahead. The wind caught their laughter and carried it into the night. A starlit darkness that stretched forever, like the future ahead of them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Trinark is dead. The lizardkin druid is dying. Tiriel (healed by Trinark) is unconscious. Katrin and Si'rene are badly injured.\n\nTo be continued in The Necromancer's Pact . " } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The oak doors swing open, revealing a great hall made of mortar, stone and wood. Large windows line one side of the hall. Wooden benches line the other side. Heavy velvet curtains have been drawn shut to keep out the winter chill.\n\nAn enormous fireplace lies at the midpoint of the room, facing the covered windows. Torches burn in wall sconces, providing festive illumination. Paintings and tapestries line the walls.\n\nYou note an honor guard of a dozen knights in full armor lining the walls. They snap to attention as you enter.\n\n[hr]\nAt the far end of the room (100 ft away) Linda stands with her back to you. She is admiring an enormous painting which has been hung on the far wall.\n\nLinda's long white hair shines in the firelight. Her white robe is spotless, and she stands regally at her full height of six feet. She turns slowly when you enter, a smile on her face ...\n\n[hr]\nThe painting that towers above her is a portrait of a couple holding hands. The two are obviously lovers or perhaps a young married couple. They appear to be standing on a balcony, with a bucolic landscape in the distance.\n\nThe gentleman has dark wavy hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and sparkling blue eyes. A bound leather book is held in his right hand. Sheathed at his waist is the exact dagger that Fizahn is using as a \"shortsword\".\n\nThe woman has dark, lustrous chestnut hair and violet eyes. With a start, you recognize the woman in the portrait as the same mysterious woman you encountered at the spring.\n\n\"They make a lovely couple, don't they?\" Linda asks. \"The founders of House Relik - your ancestors, Sheyra ...\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Linda suspiciously. \"I never knew she was that tall!\" As Linda talks, he focuses on the portrait. Nervously, he withdraws his 'short sword' and looks at it while attempting to conceal it from the others. Have I been wielding a priceless artifact of Sherya's family. I don't care, it's very unlikely that it's the same one. I'm not going to give it up unless they supply me with one of greater value. \"That's great Linda, but we came to talk to you about your experiences after we parted ways. After we learn about those, then maybe we can talk about the founders of House Relik.\" There's no way Linda could have known that woman! She must have come from Sethra's past. Fizahn gives Linda another suspicious look. \"And perhaps you can explain how that woman ended up on the shadow plain with you and where you knew her from...\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen the seasoned man was lead into the great hall the first thing that struck him was the twelve knights that stood guard around the perimeter. And then all the way down at the far end was Linda staring at some portrait or another. Callos's eyes narrowed quickly as he began to strive down the room towards the sorceress.\n\n\" I'm tired of being lead around by my noise here elf! Whats going on here? How could you possibly have known Sheyra's ancestors and how did you escape the plane of Shadow without your own pursuer? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz has a look that appears to be a mixture of surprise, confusion and anger smeared across his face. His eyes dart between Linda and the painting of the strange woman the group encountered in the plane of shadow.\n\n\" Thokk...Fiz? Do you know anything about this? I mean, when we met up with you in the underdark, she was with you. \"\n\n\" And as for you \" he says, indicating Linda \" Aren't you supposed to be on another plane of existence somewhere? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy follows the others along to the Hall wordlessly, picking under his fingernails with his dagger with an air of boredom. Inside the a Hall, he listens to the others begin to question Linda, but makes no move to add his voice to the chorus. A hundred feet was a long way to yell, and he didn't particularily feel like trying.\n\nHe murmers raspily, focusing on his nailwork, \" Real diplomatic entry there. This is bound ta go over great. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nRushing to Linda\n\n \"Linda, lass, are ye alright? What in the blazes happened to you and the others? What is happening now?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAs the honor guard snaps to attention, Lissa gives the knights a mischievous wink and salutes them back.\n\n \"Linda, it is you! Great good gods, how did you get out of the Shadow Plane? Who was that woman you met at the spring? We all thought you were dead, or worse!\" Lissa smiles up at the white-haired spellcaster, obviously relieved and happy to see her again. Then she looks at the portrait and chokes back a gasp. \"That woman... isn't she the one you were talking to at the spring?\" \n Something REALLY strange is going on here! " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby immediately feels out of place in only his new bathrobe, and his first reaction is to try and hide from the guards amongst the larger members of his group. As he sees Linda, however, and slowly realizes what seems to be happening, he stops his nervous foot-shuffling and drifts across the hall with the rest of the party.\n Why couldn't I just have put on my clothes like every--wait... Linda... that woman... how...? \n\nAnd then Fizahn and Callos speak.\n\n D'oh. You idiots, this is more important than that, leave the talking to the people who have some idea of what's going on here. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Linda smiles and places a hand on Thokk's shoulders.\n\n\"It is good to see you again, Thokk. I should have known that Kelemvor would want nothing to do with you!\"\n\nLinda laughs then continues, \"I have always felt close to you dwarf, perhaps because we have journeyed so long together. But now that we have both tasted death and returned, we share a bond that the others can not know ...\"\n\nThe rest of you hang back warily. Linda turns back to the painting.\n\n\"Her name was Relik Arzbet'a. I suppose that today she would be called 'Elizabeth.'\n\n\"The second time we found ourselves back at the spring, I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to leave the Shadow Plane with her. Leaving her behind was ... difficult. But when I discovered that House Relik had relocated to Telflamm, what I had to do became clear.\"\n\nCasually, Linda waves a hand toward the doors behind you. They swing closed quietly. Her words don't make complete sense to all of you, but her softly modulated voice seems friendly enough.\n\nThokk nods and smiles happily as she speaks." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby glances at the guards.\n\n I don't really know what's going on right now, I don't know what went on back then, but I do know that magic does go on, and when it comes down to it, I want Thokk utterly unenchanted! \n\nAchkby steps forward, painfully aware that he is not well-clothed for a confrontation of any sort.\n\n\" Linda! I hope any 'bonds' you have with Thokk are completely natural. The Mithral Guard are a proud bunch, you wouldn't want to... change his loyalties. \"\n\n What the heck are you talking about?! You're an idiot! You should never have gotten involved in any of this! That stupid agent creeping up on you... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"What are ye talking about Achkby, it makes perfect sense! Ive known her for, well, I dont know how long it is anymore, but its long enough!\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n Of course... , Thinks Elthan, taking a step forward, stareing at the painting.\n\nCalmly,\"Death does bind, but of course you have never died. At least not in whole. If this visit was for her, I wonder what your first visit was for? I know so little about this,\" turning his head to face Linda, \" but you could tell us so much about it Sethra.\"\n\n(OOC: DUN DUN DUUN... Lets see if Elthan is slapped by Linda or magic missled by Sethra. taking all bets)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa frowns. 'Both tasted death and returned'? What in the Nine Hells, I know Linda never died. Unless... Then Elthan makes his Accusation, and the pieces snap into place. An ugly snarl, unlike any expression her friends have ever seen on the diminutive gnome's face, appears as she draws her shadow-blade. She may have gone unarmored, but Lissa would sooner go naked than completely unarmed. \"YOU! You son of a filthy kobold, you shael vuk! YOU murdered Sedryn, you blinded me, and now you try to corrupt Thokk!\" Lissa begins the familiar incantations of the spell that will protect her from evil, the only spell she has left...\n\n\nOOC: Cast protection from evil on self." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Why is it always that you wizards just refuse to stay dead? \"\n\nAeroz's left hand drops to his rapier and his other wriggles one of the daggers concealed in his sleeve under the cover of his cloak.\n\n[OOC: Sleight of Hand check to draw a concealed weapon: 18 (Roll)+9(Skill Mod) +2 (Dagger is small) +4 (Cloak)=33. Wow, thats a very high roll]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly moves over to Sherya. He looks at 'Linda' maliciously. He begins whispering to Sherya in a low tone full of warning. \"Now might be a good time for you to order your troops to attack 'Linda.' She's really Sethra and wants to kill you.\" \n \"Thokk, you've known me for far longer than Sethra.\" Fizahn says this while walking up to 'Linda' and Thokk. \"And you've known Linda longer also. Doesn't it make you slightly mad that Sethra is using Linda's body to try and get you to kill me, your companion?\" He remains wary of both Thokk and 'Linda,' watching for an attack.\n\nOOC: Warning Sherya and moving to Thokk and 'Linda.' Fizahn is so set in his conviction that Linda is Sethra that he will (sneak) attack her if he gets close enough." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Wait...she's Sethra?! Oh Hells, why do I have to do this now! \"\n\nThe necromancer raised his hands up hastily in front of his face. It felt decidedly odd to be casting a spell without his spellbook in front of him but style be damned! A determined glare filled his eyes as he completed the last motion. A brief thought came to him then, that through out all the time in the Underdark he had learned to be fairly self sufficent, to the point where he almost disregarded weapons and armor. It was with a wry smile he realized that he had no weapons or armor and still had the same potential for damage.\n\n((Heightened Blindness Will Save 15))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, dont ye dare draw a weapon on her! Ive known ya two the longest, and we both know she wouldnt ever try do to anything bad or evil, much less harbor Sethra and try to kill us. Hahaha! Its Linda, lads! No worries, and its by Moradins divine provodence we are all here together again.\" " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"It appears dying has knocked you out of your senses Thokk... this woman is not who you think she is. This woman is the reason for all the hell we've gone through...\" \n\nDarius notches an arrow, aiming it directly at Linda, if she makes a threatening move, he'll release it.\n\n((EDIT: Spelling))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih draws the dagger from his overcoat pocket and spins it in one hand.\n\nLooking nervously at the knights, he quickly snaps his eyes back to the growing confrontation." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" It is not death that has clouded his mind, Darius, but rather the nefarious magic of whoever now stands before us, \" Achkby states slowly. He feels distrubingly calm; everything seems to have straightened itself out around this new conundrum.\n\nDeliberately, he invokes a few round draconic words of power, calling into existence round him a field of force, which glints greenly on his exposed skin. The wide gestures which accompany its creation feel refreshingly free in his bathrobe. He lets his real clothes slip to the floor, fully ready to do combat unarmed and in nothing more than some fluffy white cotton.\n\n[OOC]Oh, right. Casting Magic Missile , if you couldn't tell.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Sheyra looks at Fizahn with confusion. \"What? What are you talking about?\" Garent tries the doors behind him and finds them wizard locked .\n\nThe soldiers standing against the walls exchange puzzled glances.\n\n[hr]\nCallos acts pre-emptively, casting blindness on Linda. She cries out, grabbing at her eyes. \"By the gods! Callos tried to blind me! Who would have thought he would cast blindness ? What a total surprise!\"\n\nShe then drops her hands and starts laughing. She winks at Callos as if to say, you'll have to do better than that ... \n\nThat's all the excuse Darius needs. He buries an arrow into Linda's chest.\n\n[hr]\nLinda looks down with interest at the arrow in her chest. She grasps the shaft and pulls it from her body. She looks at the bloody arrowhead with a smirk on her face, then licks it gently before tossing it aside.\n\n\"Well, Thokk, you see how our so-called 'friends' are so quick to turn on us! You will need some protection against their treachery!\"\n\nLinda touches Thokk lightly, imbuing him with a protective spell. She then whispers softly and seems to flicker for a moment. Suddenly there are five Linda's standing behind Thokk.\n\n\"Help me, Thokk! Don't let them hurt me!\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda is unaffected by Callos' spell. Linda is struck by Darius's arrow and Achkby's magic missiles. Achkby casts mage armor on himself. Linda casts mage armor on Thokk and mirror image on herself. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Achkby doesn't know Magic Missile , I'm an idiot. I definitely meant to say Mage Armor \n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby blinks.\n\n I know that spell. \n\n\" They're just doubles! Hit them with something weak until we find out where she is! \" he advises the group.\n\n[OOC]I love that spell, and know it well, so I hope you don't mind I decide that Achkby is familiar, as well.[/OOC]\n\nHe moves to Sheyra, and repeats for her the same spell he cast upon himself.\n\n[OOC]Casting Mage Armor again .[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nFrustrated, Elthan takes a stance next to Linda.\n\"Oh calm down. We haven't so much glanced at him our entire journey. I don't think your going to be able to hurt him. And stop the charade Sethra. Linda's never died and hasn't so much ability as you've shown.\"\n\"Sethra, if you wanted to kill her, you could have done so long ago, I'm sure. So why did you hold out? It could be that you where just waiting to get out of the underdark, but mybye something at the spring could say otherwise? She may be Sarlocs hier, but she is also Elizabeths hier. Aside from a painting, your memory, or whatever that spring can conjure up, she is all thats left to her.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Why? Why do you hate me Mystara? Why can't I actually blind someone and make things easier? Did I offend you? Not pray enough, didn't donate, was it because I peed in the holy water when I was little? Just tell me why?! \n\nAll of these thoughts and more kept on going through his mind over and over again as he continiued to stride forward. Silent determination filled his eyes before the proverbial torch went off in his head.\n\n\" Thokk, listen to me. We don't want to hurt Linda but we have to restrain her. You know what harm this group can inflict on enemies and I know you don't want to have to hurt us. So help us restrain her until we can gurantee she is who she is. C'mon Thokk, think about it! Do what a true member of the Mithril Guard would and help end this peacebly! \"\n\nEven as his fists came up into the ready position a thought struck him. There might be an easier way to remove Thokk from the battle without hurting him...\n\n\" Guards! Protect your lady and detain Linda! Don't stand there like imbeciles! \"\n\n((Readied action to cast Fear on Thokk if he doesn't listen to Callos.))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Thokk, you stupid idiot, look at yourself. Why do you befriend her? When that mummy broke your neck, what did she do to help? Nothing! She let you die! She could have done something but instead she let you die! She killed Graevic, Taern and Sedryn! Through action or inaction, she killed them and you want to protect her? That's almost as worse as killing them yourself. Mithral Guard? Bah, you don't deserve that position if you won't realize who your real friends are! \"\n\nFlicking his cloak back, he draws his rapier and dashes foreward. Dagger readied, he readies to take on the dwarf.\n\n[OOC: Drawing and moving 20ft foreward as a move action, Diplomacy - 14+1=15]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa spits out several truly vile curses in Draconic, knowing that Linda/Sethra will understand her. \"Achkby, Elthans, Callos! If any of you have a dispel magic prepared, hit the bastard with it!\" She runs over to Fizahn and begins whispering in his ear, hoping Thokk won't hear her. \"I'm going in on Linda, if you'll come with me. Sethra's attention will be focused on me; use that distraction to pick her pockets clean, hopefully you'll find the fire opal and Lumpy can smash the cursed thing. I was a cat-burglar, never learned to pick pockets, so it's up to you! Agreed?\" As she talks, Lissa pulls a tiny blue vial out of her haversack, thanking Baravar that she hadn't wanted to leave her pack in the servants' hands. After all, it wouldn't do for strangers to find certain things... like that blue vial, for instance. Once she's done talking to Fizahn, Lissa concentrates on the delicate task of applying her favorite poison to the shadow-blade, praying that this isn't the one time she slips up and poisons herself...\n\n\nOOC: Retrieve vial of blue whinnis and apply it to shadow-blade.\n Poison use roll = 27 (success) \nWill save to disbelieve mirror image: 11 + 3 + 2 = 16 " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Probably too late to bow out of this one. \n\nWatching the events unfold, Lumpy glances down at the dagger in his hand with an annoyed expression, still cleaning his nails. With a resigned scowl, he sets into motion.\n\n Well, screw it then. Let's get it over with. \n\nWhile a more methodical person might have paused at the prospect of choosing between five possible targets, he takes the eassiest option, simply picking one Linda at random. Casually, he flips the dagger over to his right hand, sidearming it towards his quarry in a practiced motion.\n\nEven then, his recently vacated left hand has slipped down to loosen his flail from it's customary place at his waist, bringing it to ready as he starts to approach the mage and the dwarf.\n\n((OOC\n\nLumpy flings his shaving dagger at a random image, then moves towards Linda and Thokk, drawing his weapon.\n\n Dagger (1d20+5, 1d4+4=[15, 5], [2, 4]) \n))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius rapidly fire two shots, each at a separate Linda, he'll make sure to not fire at the one Lumpy attacks.\n\n \"This should take care of them quick enough!\" \n\n(( If Lumpy hits the real Linda and the others dissappear, Darius will send both arrows at the real. If Lumpy misses the real one and Darius hits the real one with his first arrow, he'll also use his second on it.))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih leaps towards the nearest Linda clone, dagger in hand. He lashes out with his dagger and swings his free hand in a wide haymaker punch.\n\n((OOC))\nDagger:\nTo hit: 21\nDamage: 6\n\nFist:\nTo hit: 10\nDamage: (Just in case) 5 (non lethal)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"That might work, as long as I'm somewhere Thokk's sword can't get me!\" Fizahn quickly replies. As Lissa moves forward, Fizahn picks the Linda farthest from Thokk that is not being shot at by an arrow and begins a diving roll to get near her. As he springs up next to the Linda, he attacks her with his dagger to make sure she's real.\n\nOOC: Tumbles to a Linda as far from Thokk as possible and attacks it. He will go towards the real Linda if either Lumpy of Darius finds it, but will attempt a pickpocket instead of attack.\n Tumble: 30 \n To hit: 22 Damage: 4 \n Let's hope he doesn't have to pick pocket this round: 8 " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"HOW DARE YOU ASSULT HER! YOU ARE THE ONES POSSESSED! DONT FEAR, MY FRIENDS, I SHALL RELEASE YOU FROM THE NECROMANCER'S VILE GRIP\" \n\nThokk pulls out his sword and attacks the nearest person to Linda, and readying an action to attack anyone who threatens her, AoO on Hajih?\n\n \"How dare you attempt to tarnish the name of a mitheral guard! The necromancer has a particularly foul hold on ye, lad, I shall try to free you from his grasp as gently as I can\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n None of us have the skill to use that spell! \n\nAchkby reflexively reaches for his scroll case, before realizing he sent it back to his room.\n Hlal be damned! Brandobaris, you've deserted me when it mattered most! ...Unless we're not meant -- no! \n\nGrimacing, he casts his most familiar spell, harsh sylables and dramatic gestures bringing forth a bolt of acid which flies at the Sorceress/er.\n She should have trouble casting with this ! \n\n[OOC]After it becomes apparent when Linda is, Achkby casts Melf's Acid Arrow at her. Fighting spellcasters is the whole reason I know that spell; I really hope she has few ranks in Concentration.\n Attack (1d20+5=23) \n Damage (2d4=8) \n Sweet! \nIf he can't tell which she is... can I get back to you?[/OOC]\n\n\" Elthans! \" he cries, \" Enfeeble Thokk! \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan attempts to engage Linda verbally to distract her, but she doesn't respond to his questions.\n\nGarent finally recognizes the danger. \"Protect Lady Sheyra!\" he shouts. The honor guard converges on Sheyra and forms a protective phalanx around her, pushing aside Achkby and Fizahn, preventing even your party members from getting too close to her. The armored knights draw their swords and prepare to defend Sheyra from any attackers.\n\n[hr]\nFizahn tumbles forward, stabbing one Linda. Hajih engages another, and Lumpy throws a dagger at a third. Two of the Lindas disappear when struck, but Lumpy's dagger finds its mark, catching the real Linda in the thigh.\n\nDarius moves like lightning, but Linda is faster. She throws up her hand and a wall of wind rises up before her, snuffing out the nearby torches. Darius' arrows are deflected upward, shattering on the ceiling.\n\nAchkby fires an acid arrow at the revealed Linda, only to see an identical arrow fired right back at him. The two arrows collide in midair, negating each other ...\n\nThokk moves forward and engages Aeroz, who is closing in with his rapier and dagger. Callos is ready, and attempts to scare Thokk away.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Two mirror images are eliminated. Lumpy hits Linda with a thrown dagger. Linda casts wind wall, negating Darius' arrows, and counterspells Achkby's acid arrow.\n\nThokk has the higher initiative and will attack first. Aeroz attacks second. Callos' scare spell will take effect immediately after.\n\nThokk has AC 16. Aeroz has AC 17. Go ahead and post your attack rolls and damage. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Thokk, you stone-brained idiot! Since when does Linda know how to cast a wall of wind?\" The gnome runs toward the revealed Linda/Sethra, poisoned shortsword at the ready. Her long blonde braid and blue cloak fly behind her as she passes through the wind wall, on the opposite side of Linda as Fizahn. Lissa bares her teeth in a ferocious grin and expertly stabs up into the spellcaster's kidney.\n\n\nOOC: YES! Sneak attack action at long last! Lissa will hold her action until Fizahn gets into flanking position if he goes after her in the init order. Linda/Sethra needs to make a Fort save DC 14 if Lissa hits.\n Attack = 26 Yeah, I'd say that hits. ;D\n Damage = 4 \n Sneak Attack Damage = 10 \nAnd if Sethra or Linda (whichever applies) is Lawful...\n Anarchic Damage = 6 " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Wrong Linda. Darn! Fizahn quickly tumbles to the real Linda, on the opposite side from Lissa. (Unless of course he doesn't have to tumble.) Springing up, he slashes at Linda. I will be much easier to get the fire opal once she's unconcious, and I doubt Sethra can switch while unconcious. \n\nOOC: Tumble=13 \n Attack=22 (or 24 with flanking)\nDamage=5 \n Sneak Attack Damage=9 \nTotal Damage=14" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Thokk, look at yourself. You are serving the thing that you hate the most. I don't want to hurt you, but if you can't see it, I am going to have no choice. \"\n\nAeroz intercepts Thokk as he enters into combat attempting to nap a first strike. He does his best to duck and weave throughout the combat, using his dagger to help deflect Thokk's blows.\n\n\" Kill me and then what, you go and kill another, and another. Who would be next? Fizhan? Lissa? All you are doing is taking people out of Sethra's way. Even if I am posessed, killing me would do you no good. Get rid of me, and the rest of them, and then it is just Sethra and you, and he would crush you like a bug. And look at Linda! Look at her delight in harming your friends. Would the real Linda do that? \"\n\nOOC:\n\nStandard Attack: Rapier - 16=10+8-2(Expertising); Damage 7=6+1 (+2 AC when Thokk Attacks)\nNaming Thokk As Dodge partner\nMoving 10 Feet back (Tumble - 26=17+9)\nAC 17 (20 VS Thokk)\nHP: 23/23" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, that proves you are not her friend! She is a magic user, and can bend the winds of fate as she sees fit! GET OUT OF MY FRIENDS FOUL NECROMANCER\" \n\nOOC: Frojoe, you dont get an AoO because I am moving into a threatened square to attack, not moving OUT OF a threatened square\n\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+10=28) \n Thokk Damage (1d10+5=15) \n\n\nOOC: Ouch, thats gonna leave a mark. Almost a crit, also. Regarding AoOs, you get one if a person performs an action that draws an AoO when they are in a threated square or if they move out of a threated square (Not a 5 foot step). Being that Thokk is entering the threatening square and then attacking, he does not draw an AoO. Aeroz would draw an AoO from moving out of Thokks threatened area but he passed his tumble with flying colors" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halflinf Sorcerer \n That is definitely not Linda. \n\nSeeing his other small comrades dealing with Linda, Achkby moves to slow Thokk.\nHe goes through a quick incantation, shooting a thick wavy green ray at the Dwarf.\n\n[OOC]Ray of Enfeeblement, please roll for me. +5 to hit.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Sorry, the DM in my RL game does that sometimes. :P)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"This one fights the hard way, huh?\" \n\nDarius drops his bow to the floor, drawing his sword and charging Linda.\n\n((If he don't have a direct charge line he'll just manuever over to her and try and get in a flanking position and attack.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nHalfway to Linda/Sethra, Lumpy abruptly changes course. He'd run across a mage or two in his day, and was wary of presenting too many targets at once. Instead, he directs himself towards Aeroz and Thokk, moving to interpose himself between them.\n\nIt hadn't been more than a few days since he'd risked his neck on the dwarf's behalf, but here he was siding against him. It figured, karma had it out for him.\n\n\" Damned ungrateful dwarf. \"\n\nBringing his right hand up to join his left, he slips his grip back along the haft of his flail, maximising his leverage to take a swing at the dwarf. He'd learned firsthand about the dwarf's sturdy footing, and he'd need every bit of force he could choke out.\n\n((OOC\nTrip Attempt vs Thokk\n Trip vs Thokk (1d20 + 12=30, 1d20+8=20) \n\nPossible Followup\n Followup vs Thokk (1d20 + 12=28, 1d10+7=16) \n\n))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan II \n\nStill standing next to Sethra/Linda, Elthan tries to reason/distract him/her(?)\n\"Sethra, your vendeta agaisnt Sarloc is long finsihed, he died long ago. It is time to stop this foolishness. You are out numbered and you have locked yourself in, you will not gain anything from this.\"\n\nElthan speaks a short chant as his movements become more deliberate and fluid.\n\n(OOC: Casting True Strike )" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The honor guard attempts to move away from the melee towards the oak doors, keeping their bodies between Sheyra and the combatants. Garent beats at the doors with his fists, calling for more guards. Sheyra looks bewildered, unsure what is going on exactly.\n\n[hr]\nSeeing Lumpy's dagger wound the \"real\" Linda, Fizahn and Lissa converge on her position. As they near her, however, they are caught up in the roaring wall of wind that shields her and her mirror images. Both of the gnomes are buffeted and nearly knocked down by the invisible barrier.\n\nOnly Darius, being larger and heavier, is able to push his way through the wind wall . By the time he has done so, however, Linda has merged and re-separated from her doubles, leaving the fighter facing three Lindas, with no idea which is the true Linda.\n\nShrugging, Darius decides to slash the one in the middle. He smiles as his blade bites into solid flesh - good guess! Her skin seems to be as hard as granite, however, and Linda laughs as the steel glances off leaving only a small laceration.\n\nStill laughing, Linda reaches out and touches Darius on the shoulder. Instantly, Darius freezes in place, his sword still raised.\n\nAs if noticing Elthan for the first time, Linda then points a finger at the half-elf and blasts him with a scorching ray .\n\n[hr]\nAeroz and Thokk trade blows, but then Thokk recoils, an expression of fear on his face.\n\nThe dwarf stumbles backwards, and Lumpy easily wraps his flail around Thokk's legs and pull his feet out from under him. Thokk lands heavily, just as Achkby begins to drain his strength from him.\n\n\n\nOOC: Linda and Fizahn can't get through the Wind Wall. Darius hits Linda. Linda paralyzes Darius. Linda hits Elthan with a Scorching Ray. Achkby casts Cause Fear on Thokk. Thokk and Aeroz hit each other. Lumpy trips Thokk. Achkby casts Ray of Enfeeblement on Thokk.\n\nDarius is paralyzed. Thokk is frightened, tripped, and enfeebled all in one round!\n\n@HempRope - Please indicate how much strength Thokk loses.\n\n@bhdrake - Please indicate how much damage Thokk takes from the fall (follow up damage).\n\n@KoG - Elthan takes 8d6 damage. You can roll it yourself if you like.\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nToo much was happening all at once, and it was getting harder to keep a good read on things as they progressed. Even as Lumpy flicks his flail free of Thokk's ankle, he can tell that the dwarf was dealt with for the time being. That just left the necromancer. no, not 'just', that made it sound easy.\n\nHe glances furtively about the hall, taking in the adjusting situation. The archer had gotten himself in over his head already, and the gnomes weren't making much headway against that stupid wind. There wasn't anything he could do about the one; but the other...\n\nHe barks a sharp command at Fizahn and Lissa, ignoring the itch in his throat that threatened to build into a racking cough,\n\n\" Ya two get close up, and don't move! We're going through! \"\n\nIf they obey, he'll move to grab them both and carry them through the wind wall.\n\n((OOC Damage was rolled above - 16 to Thokk\nI'm presuming grabbing the gnomes and moving takes up all Lumpy's actions for the round.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn shouts his agreement to Lumpy's plan. He then moves to an area where Lumpy can easily pick him up, motioning Lissa to go there with him. He readies his dagger and looks at Linda angrily." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Str Drain (1d6+2=3) Yuck.\nAnd sorry I didn't roll that earlier, I wasn't where I could get to a dice roller.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Good show, Lumpy! \" Achkby cries.\n\nManeuvering to get a good shot, he tries to repeat his disrupting spell against the Necromancer. He performs the sharp gestures and reiterates the same harsh syllables, and another bolt of viscous blue liquid shoots towards Linda-Sethra.\n\n [OOC]\n To Hit (1d20+5=16) \n Acid Damage (2d4=5) \nAC: 18 HP: 17\n[/OOC] " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\n\" Just hold on Lumpy I'll help you! \"\n\nCallos sprinted to where Lumpy was trying to aid him in whatever way he could." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n This is uncomfortable... \n\n((How many rounds of paralyzation?))" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": "Hajih\n\nBoth hands in the same position as when they struck, Hajih seems frozen in place.\n\n Damn, I shouldn't have fell for that \n\nA sudden realization of the situation crosses his mind and he begins to move again, this time towards the real Linda.\n\n[hr]\nTo Hit\nDagger: 22\nPunch: 11\n\nDamage\nDagger: 7\nPunch: 4 (non-lethal)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHearing Lumpy's plan, Lissa quickly sheathes her poisoned sword. It wouldn't do at all to poison Lumpy or Fizahn by mistake. She dashes over to Lumpy and holds out her arms, doing her best to assist in holding on as he picks her up. \"Thanks, Lumpy! I had no idea that wind wall was so strong!\" As they approach the wind once more, Lissa clings onto the half-orc with all her might." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby fires another acid arrow through the wind wall at one of the Lindas. He isn't sure whether he hits or not ...\n\n[hr]\nLumpy scoops up Fizahn and Lissa and, as one, they plunge into the wind wall . The roaring wind buffets them and threatens to suck the gnomes out of Lumpy's grasp. Then, suddenly, they are through.\n\nThey face a gruesome scene. Darius stands, paralyzed, hands still upraised. Only his eyeballs are able to move. He looks over at you, a desperate look in his eyes, how long will I be like this? \n\nElthan's blackened body lies nearby, small flames still flicker along the fringes of his charred robes.\n\nIn addition to the smoke rising from Elthan's corpse is an indescribably nauseating carrion stench. Vomit rises in your throat as you choke.\n\nCallos and Hajih stumble through the wind wall as well, and immediately start to choke.\n\n[hr]\nThe Lindas have retreated to the back wall, just under the large portrait. All three have been stained with iridescent blue acid which seems to be burning its way through their robes.\n\nAll three smile as they face you, their sleeves are pulled up to their elbows, hands ready to cast their next spell ...\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Everyone within the wind wall has to make a DC 18 Fort save or be sickened. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aaah! You are not my friends at all, but demons attacking us! Why must deamons keep harming the ones I love!\" \n\nRelizing the trip\n\n \"Tripped by a foul tentacle! Why!!!!!!!!!!\" \n\nThokk tries to crawl away\n\nOOC: Thokk things you are all demons attacking him due to the fear spell, so he will react accordingly" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nGagging on the smell of charred flesh, Lissa immediately pulls the collar of her tunic up over her nose and mouth, for once thankful that she isn't wearing armor. This dulls her sensitive gnomish nose just enough to make the stench bearable. When she speaks, the sound is muffled but audible; the fact that Lissa's shouting to be heard over the howl of the wind wall might have something to do with that.\n\n \"Fizahn, go left, I'll take right!\" She switches to Undercommon, praying that Sethra doesn't understand either language. \"Lumpy, take center! I'm going right!\" Lissa acts on her words, dodging around Darius as she draws her poisoned shadow-blade. The slick gray blade gleams with an oily blue tinge as she stabs up at the Linda on the right.\n\n\nOOC: Yes, made the Fort save! 17 + 3 = 20 \n\nCan I just use the attack and damage I rolled last round, but didn't get to use because of the wind wall? Providing, of course, that I've got the correct Linda. :P" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce he was through the windwall and the smell hit the necromancer, he doubled over and began to gag. Callos's eyes watered and he began to heave over and over again as he cupped his mouth with one hand. More then idle irriatation began to worm its way into his head past the illness as he wondered how he was going to pull through this.\n\n\n((Failed with an 11\n\n 1d20+3=11 ))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Oh no, oh god, I still can't move! Help! Help!!!\" \n\n((I don't think I can throw up if I'm paralyzed...))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAt first scent, the smell of rotting flesh was nothing new to Lumpy. He'd walked more than one battlefield amongst vultures or ravens, but as he entered the fullness of it, the unnaturalness of it blocked out his senses. Water wells in his eyes as his gag reflex kicked in. He clenches his teeth against the rush, hoping it to be a passing thing, but finding it to be more lasting, gives up, retching his recently aquired meal.\n\nEven then, like his fellow bastard in arms, the mule, his stubborness kicks in, and the ill half-orc fixes his gaze upon Linda. Stomach still racking itself compulsively, he takes one plodding step towards her, then another. Limp gripped and watery eyed, there might not be much he could do, but he'd be damned if he was going to stop trying.\n\n((OOC\nFort Save: 1 + 5 = 6\n\nEither way, Lumpy will use his move action to try and set up a flank with Lissa or Fizahn. If neither of them find the real Linda, he'll go for a random one of the remaining images, as usual.\n\n Attack vs Linda/Sethra, Sickened (1d20 + 9=21, 1d10 + 5=15) ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC:\n\n @bhdrake - You are correct, affected characters will be sickened , not nauseated. My post has been edited.\n\n@Phasm - Sorry. You'll need new rolls. :P" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Alright, I'm here.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves up to the wind wall, and tries to peer through, attempting to determine the nature of the spells his adversary employs.\n\n[OOC]Knowledge (Arcana) +9 wherever applicable; when she's casting, or just to determine what she's cast.\n...Or is it a Spellcraft check? Also at +9. It's probably Spellcraft.[/OOC]\n\nIf he can tell which Lissa is the real one, he summons up the arcane energies required to cast his most potent spell. Screweing up his eyes as the gusts try to reach out and knock him from his feet, he quickly begins to weave intricate triangular patterns in the air before him. He can taste the tears being conjured from his eyes and swept into his mouth by the winds, and takes a step back before chanting the hissing words that send a fiery orange ray streaking towards the foul spellcaster.\n\n [OOC]\n Scorching Ray ; To Hit (1d20+5=9) . Remember, this is only if he knows which Linda's which! ;)\nAC: 18 HP: 17\n[/OOC] " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Sorry Thokk, but you really need to snap out of it. No one is a demon here. \"\n\nAeroz unleashes a flurry of attacks on the dwarf, hoping to disable him without inflicting any greivous damage.\n\n[OOC: If still within 5ft -\n5ft Step towards Thokk\nFull atk - Rapier 21 (5+1=6), Dagger Natural 19 (Confirm 12+6=16) (2+3 (Crit multiplier)=5) for total of damage 11\nAC 18\nHP 12\n\nIf not within 5ft of Thokk -\nMove within striking distance of Thokk\nAtk - Rapier 22-4(Expertise) =18 (2+1=3 damage)\nAC 22\nHP 12\n\nAOO if Thokk stands up -\nRapier 13+8-4=17 (5+1=6 damage)\n\nQuestion though, can a Coup-de-grace be used in conjunction with nonlethal damage to knock an opponent out?]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Right, left Linda it is!\" Fizahn grimaces at the putrid stench that envelops him. It's far worse than anything he has ever smelled, but there are times when a gnome must keep his composure. He rushes toward the leftmost Linda extending his 'short sword.' If the real Linda is discovered before he gets there, he springs around her to maneuver into a flanking position with Lissa.\n\nOOC: Fortitude: 25 (17+8) \n Attack: 19 (11+8)\n\nDamage: 6 (4+2) \n Tumble: 23 (12+11) \n Sneak attack damage: 5 (1+4) " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "OOC: Okay, a-rolling I go. If Lissa manages a flank, she'll sneak attack.\n\n Attack = 28 (+4 if flanking)\n Confirm Crit = 17 Does it hit? Huh? Huh? :D\n Damage = 3 \n Possible Crit Damage = 3 \n Possible Sneak = 8 \n Possible Anarchic = 11 \n\nAlso, if it's the real Linda she must make a DC 14 Fort save or be poisoned with blue whinnis." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz pins Thokk to the ground with his rapier. The dwarf cowers in fear, his eyes wild and bloodshot. Although the elf doesn't want to hurt his friend, Thokk can't seem to break out from under the influence of both Linda's and Callos' spells ...\n\n[hr]\nWithin the wind wall, Lissa, Fizahn, Lumpy and Callos confront Linda and her mirror images. \n\n\"Stay back!\" the Lindas shout in unison. As they raise their hands, an invisible blast of wind knocks Lissa and Fizahn to the ground. Callos and Lumpy can make no headway against the gust of wind .\n\nBefore they can recover, the entire party is enveloped in a burst of icy particles. The sleet storm completely blocks everyone's vision, spoiling Achkby's aim. Even Aeroz and Thokk are caught in the spell's effect.\n\nThe cobblestone floor is instantly covered in a sheet of ice, making even standing still a treacherous proposition.\n\n[hr]\nAt the other end of the room, some of Sheyra's guards attempt to break down the oak doors, while the others shield the young girl with their bodies. Elthan stands halfway in between the two ends of the hallway. The death of his clone seems to have left him stunned and shaken ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Vision is obscured. All characters must make a DC 10 Balance check to move at half speed. Failure by 5 or more means that you fall.\n\nDarius remains paralyzed. Elthan is inactive. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Your....not...going...to..beat..me....woman! \"\n\nCallos growled out the statement from between gritted teeth as he turned to the side and began to struggle to make head way. The shadowstuff boots that he had been given slipped and slid a little on the now icy floor. He raised up a sleeve to try and cover his eyes even as he began moving to the left trying to escape the stink that kept him from casting spells.\n\n((OOC: 1d20+3=14 \n\nWell I'm able to move I think but now I need to get out of the area of the stink which I hope is a stinking cloud since that means it has an area of effect.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Oh, so you're afraid of us, are you?\", Lissa yells above the howling wind as she tries to regain her balance. The gnome has a manic grin on her face; her long braid is now draped in icicles from the sleet storm. She laughs maniacally, pushing forward against the wind. \"Ha ha ha, so much for the big bad necromancer! So scared, so vulnerable in your stolen body. What's the matter, Sethiekins, did seeing your lost laaady love make you cry? Aww, poor little wizard, nobody loves him!\" Abruptly Lissa's mocking tone changes, and she locks eyes with the possessed spellcaster. \"And nobody ever will. You might have found eternity, Sethra, but you'll spend it alone. Hated, feared, despised. Knowing that the woman you loved chose your worst rival over you!\" Every word cuts like only a truth that shouldn't be spoken can. Lissa smiles coldly, the icicles in her hair somehow appropriate now. \"Even if I die here and now, I'll die a happy woman, knowing that your existence will be a cold and empty one.\" Yes... that is true vengeance. And he did it to himself, which makes it so much more delicious! Of course, I have no intention of dying here. With a smirk, Lissa pauses and gestures at the trio of Lindas. A chorus of feminine voices, all of whom sound remarkably like the shadow-Arzbet'a, start shouting at the spellcaster in Draconic. \"Unworthy... foul... defiled... never loved you...\" All those painful truths, repeated at high volume in the voice of Sethra's beloved. Right in his ears.\n\n\nOOC: Balance = 20 \nMove at half speed and use ghost sound racial ability at maximum volume, centered on the middle Linda. Yes, I know pissing off the BBEG isn't real smart, but I just couldn't resist the opportunity for Drama!" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nWith a surefooted bound forward, Hajih attempts his stab-punch maneuver that he hasn’t managed to land the entire fight.\n\n[hr]\n\nFort: 8 (hooo, boy)\nBalance: 18\n\nTo Hit:\nDagger: 17\nFist: 12\n\nDamage\nDagger: 7\nFist: 6" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"By the Hammer, Demons casting Hellice! I beg your mercy Moradin, heat me with the fire of the anvil. So cold, so cold, so cold.....\" \n\nOOC: Nobody else speaks dwarf, so just assume he is ranting and raving, and untill he breaks the fear he is only moving back or doing total defense untill the 'demons' go away." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy thrashes about like an overturned crab on the icy floor. Lissa and Fizahn struggle to their feet as they are pelted with freezing sleet. Callos slides forward towards the Lindas, but is unable to see them through the miniature blizzard.\n\nThe sleet storm continues for what seems like ages before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. When visibility is restored, you look around for the Lindas, but they seem to have vanished, leaving only Thokk, shivering and cowering in the corner, babbling in dwarven.\n\nDarius falls to his knees as the paralysis fades. Elthan runs to his clone's body and kneel beside him, checking for any signs of life.\n\nThe oak doors groan and begin to give. Sheyra's voice can be heard from behind her guards. \"What's happening? What's happening?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" DAMMIT! \" Aeroz exclaims as he throws his dagger to the floor. \" Guards, I suggest you bring the dwarf to his room and lock the door. While you are at it, take away any sharp objects there too \"\n\nAeroz retreives his dagger, and puts it in his sheath. His fist clenches as he goes to see what has happened to Elthan II." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs the air clears, Achby unfurls from the fluffy ball of white that was his robe and the sleet.\n\nStill crouching, he casts a quick divinatory incantation to search for a disguised Linda-Sethra.\n[OOC]Casting Detect Magic , scanning the room.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": "((OOC For all the difference it makes, It just occurred to me that Lumpy wasn't actually wearing his armor. but, I rolled poor enough that he probably should have fallen anyway, so we'll stick with that))\n\n Lumpy \n\nBeard choked thick with ice, Lumpy twists, stuggling to push himself back upright on the slick floor. Bare-chested, his leathered skin prickled with goosebumps, but he was familiar enough with cold to ignore the icy sting that hung to him like a cloak. He barks out a few orcish curses, throwing his gaze wildly around the room before pausing a moment.\n\nAfter a few deep breaths, he stalks carefully towards where he last saw Linda, scanning the ground,\n\n\" That went great. Just great. Keep yer eyes open. \"\n\n(( Search (1d20 + 1=21) \n\nAre there any traces, blood, etc? Is Lumpy's dagger gone, or has it been discarded somewhere?\n))" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius staggers slowly back to his feet, shaking his arms and legs out. He walks over to the wall and punches it.\n\n \"Damn it... after all that... nothing.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce the miniture blizzard was done and over with the necromancer then decided to let go of his footing...while vomitting...for the newly discovered ariel vomitting. He was still coated in ice as he began to pull himself back up to his feet, limbs quaking.\n\n\" I can't believe that I fell for such an infantile trick. When I find this Sethra oh how I'll have my vengeance on her er him...it? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fzahn quickly looks about for Sethra. As soon as it is evident Sethra's no longer in the room; he turns around and heads for the passage Sherya and her knights took. Sethra's most likely going to go after Sherya now. He doesn't want to waste time with us. Fizahn stumbles a little and looks back. Wait... He could have just cast invisibility. \"Sethra might have just cast invisibility on himself! I'm going to check on Sherya. I doubt a detect magic will work because of the residual magic from the snow storm, but... Actually, you probably know better about spells, but remember the possibilities.\" Fizahn turns and quickly starts stumbling and sliding towards the door Sherya was escorted through (or still is).\n\nOOC: Balance: 10 " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the others stand up, skittering on the ice, Achkby scans the room carefully. As he focuses, he detects a localized magical aura in the center of the room.\n\nAs he peers at the aura, he sees it coalesce into a human shaped figure. Linda reappears slowly, winks at him, and then turns toward the oak doors where the guards are still trying to spirit Sheyra to safety.\n\nLinda points her finger at the huddled mass of armored guards, and a small golden bead flies toward them. Achkby opens his mouth to shout a warning, but it is too late. The bead blossoms into an enormous fireball , detonating in the midst of the guards. The armored figures are tossed about like rag dolls, several are sent crashing through the oak doors, while others fly into the walls or are sent tumbling through the air.\n\nYour ears ring from the explosion, and as the smoke clears, you can see the broken bodies of Garent and the knights lying motionless on the ground.\n\nLinda turns back toward your group, mostly gathered near the portrait. She crooks her index finger towards you as if to say, \"Come and get me ...\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius grabs his bow and swivels around to face Linda.\n\n \"I'd rather stay right here, thanks.\" \n\nHe sends a shadowstuff arrow flying through the charred room towards Linda.\n\n((Can we see Sheyra, or her body?))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius buries an arrow in Linda's chest. She coughs as she rocks backward, bringing up blood. She retaliates with another pair of scorching rays . Darius dodges one, but is seared across his back by the other.\n\n[hr]\nSheyra rises to her feet, having managed to evade the worst of the fireball's effect. Wiping soot from her face, she takes in the bodies of her mentor and guards in a quick glance. Anger hardens the features of her face.\n\n\n\nOOC: Darius takes 4d6 damage from a scorching ray. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn glares at Sethra and twirls his dagger.. \"There won't be much left of you when I'm done.\" He takes off across the ice, ready to strike Sethra down. He loses his balance soon however and slips to the ground.\n\nOOC: Ahhh, make the killer threat right before you botch the roll. Is there anything more ironic?\n Balance: 6 " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy doesn't like ice \n\nHis bared feet chilled by the icy floor, Lumpy grimaces. She'd managed to cross the room and put more distance between them, between him and his flail. He couldn't do much in circumstances such as these. Despite the leathered roughness of his soles, developed by his distaste for shoes, he still couldn't muster the necessary leverage to ubild up any productive impetus. Impotently, he dances from foot to foot as he struggles to maintain his balance in place.\n\n((Failed to move but doesn't fall over this time\n Balance 2 (1d20=8 ) ))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Coward! Puling, maggot-brained excuse for a kobold's spawn!\" Lissa expertly slides across the icy floor toward the spellcaster, blade-first. \"Come on, Elthan, avenge your brother and fry this son of a dretch!\" Really, grieving is fine, as long as you don't let it interfere with business! Upon reaching Linda, she suddenly spins to the left and stabs up.\n\n\nOOC: If Aeroz or Sheyra give me a flank, Lissa will sneak attack. Otherwise just ignore the sneak damage. Oh, and the blade is still poisoned, since I haven't managed to hit yet.\n\n Balance = 17 Now why can't I roll like that for attack?\n\n Attack = 12 Somehow I don't think that'll hit, but you never know. If I get a flank it's 14.\n\n Damage = 1 :P\n\n Sneak Damage = 11 \n Anarchic = 8 " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce Linda came into view Callos exploded into motion. Or at least thats what it looked like he was trying to do. With a great deal of slipping though the necromancer began to make his way over towards where the woman/ancient spirit was. He was already holding his thumb and forefingers together ready to unleash the firey spell that was contained within them.\n\n(( 1d20+3=12 for balance check\nand Burning Hands Damage if she's close enough.\n 5d4=17 \n))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nWith Thokk muttering incoherently on the floor, Aeroz turns his attention to \"Linda\". He moves as far as he can to strike her with his rapier, drawing his dagger in the process.\n\n[OOC: Moving 15ft (Balance check not required due to +9 on balance, so even if I roll a 1, Aeroz still makes it). If possible Aeroz will flank \"Linda\" so that both he and Lissa can get their sneak attacks in.\n\nMW Rapier - 1d20+8=27 (29 if flanking) (Confirm critical - 1d20+8=10 (12 if flanking) &>:( ) (1d6+1=4; Sneak attack damage - 2d6+0=10)\n\n AOO if Linda casts a spell or fails to cast defensively MW Rapier - 1d20+8-2=18 (1d6+1=4; Sneak attack damage - 2d6+0=6\n\nAC 17 (18 vs \"Linda\"; 20 if she provokes an AOO)\nHP 12/27 (Could use some healing here. Aeroz didn't bring his bag, so no potions.]" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius groans, putting a hand to his back and feeling the charred skin. He cracks his back forward and sends two arrows at Linda." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Their ears still ringing from the concussion from the fireball , Lissa and Aeroz converge on Linda. Lissa's blade twists in her hands, failing to penetrate Linda's stoneskin , but Aeroz's rapier bites deeply, drawing more blood.\n\nRipping Darius' arrow from her body with one hand, Linda draws a simple dagger with the other, and slashes viciously at Aeroz. The elf nimbly sidesteps out of range.\n\nCallos struggles to maintain his balance, ready to cast burning hands . Cursing under his breath, he realizes that he can't cast the spell on Linda without catching Aeroz and Lissa in the flames as well.\n\nDarius kneels on the ice and quickly fires two more arrows at Linda, carefully aiming so as not to hit his allies ...\n\n\n\nOOC: I need to hit and damage rolls for Darius. Also specify whether he is firing shadowstuff arrows or \"normal\" arrows please. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer cursed under his breath when he realized the...ahem aiming diffculty before he also realized he had a solution to the matter.\n\n\" Lets see if you burn as well as a nightwing does Linda! \"\n\nWith a clever smirk on his face he goes through the motions of his burning hands spell once more but instead of holding his hands out horizontally he pulled a trick he had before. Tilting his hands vertically he tried to aim in a line that would avoid Aeroz and Lissa.\n\n((Again then!\n 5d4=12 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The flames of Callos' burning hands spread outward in a cone-shaped burst. Despite his best attempts, Lissa and Aeroz are caught within the flames ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Sorry. SRD states that the spell is a cone shaped burst. Aeroz and Lissa need to make Reflex saves to take half damage. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz attempts to duck out of the way of Callos' flame spell. Either way, he continues his onslaught of attacks against \"Linda\"\n\n[OOC: Reflex save - 15+6=21 (Evasion means that if it passes, Aeroz takes no damage)\n\nFull Atk: MW Rapier - 1d20+6+2-2=16 (1d6+1=6; Sneak attack - 2d6+0=12) and Dagger 1d20+5+2=15 (1d4+0=3; Sneak attack - 2d6+0=7\n\nHP:12/27\nAC: 19 (20 vs Linda)]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lass, ye may have scared away the demons, but where the guards under control too? They were just protecting the other lass...\" \n\nSeeing Aeroz attack Linda\n\n \"Ach there you are! Stop hurting the lass!\" \n\nThokk attempts to rush Aeroz across the ice and tackle him to the ground\n\nOOC: Balance Check: Thokk Balance (1d20+1=10) \n\nTo Hit: Trip: Thokk To Hit (Touch) (1d20+10=15) \n\nTrip Check: Thokk Trip Check (1d20+3=14) \n\nWow, lots of rolling, heres hoping it works" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": "((These will be shadowstuffs.\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459419]First Attack:[/link] 23\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459442]First Damage:[/link] 6\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459428]Second Attack:[/link] 22\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459443]Second Damage:[/link] 10))\n\n Darius \n\nDarius will desperately fire another two shadowstuffs on this round as well, trying as hard as he can to bring Linda down.\n\n(([link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459433]First Attack:[/link] 32\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459446]First Damage:[/link] 10\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459438]Second Attack:[/link] 27\n\n[link=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=459444]Second Damage:[/link] 7))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nFeet scrabbling for purchase, Lumpy finally catches a break, his roughened soles marring the ice ever so gradually as he struggles. One foot finally catches on the miniscule traction offered by the surface beneath it, allowing him to steady and reorient himself. One hurdle down.\n\nStill, she was bound to have a hat trick of other spells designed to keep him from getting close enough to put her out, but there was nothing for it now. No less than all out would do, it seemed With all the fire and what-have you being thrown about, he was surprised he'd not been hit yet- it was actually a little insulting. he'd have to show Sethra the folly of not taking that opportunity.\n\nDigging his nails into the ice, he pushes himself into an unskilled slide, slowly building up speed as he acclimates himself to the motion. His feet were starting to numb, but that wass of secondary importance. Readying his flail, he focuses on his goal.\n\n((OOC\nHooray for a lucky balance check. Lumpy will mvoe towards Linda and attack if he can get in range.\n\n Balance #3 (1d20=20) \n Attack and damage (1d20 + 11=28, 1d10+7=8 ) \n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz dodges out of the way of Callos' burning hands , but is then almost bowled off his feet by Thokk who attempts a sliding tackle.\n\nThe nimble elf manages to halfway leap over the dwarf, thrusting Linda again with his rapier as he does so.\n\nLumpy scrabbles toward Linda as Darius fires a pair of shadowstuff arrows into Linda's body. The arrows penetrate with sickening thuds, nearly passing entirely through her body.\n\nSurrounded on three sides, and badly wounded, Linda backpedals in order to gain some space. Her smirk has been replaced by an expression of fear. Her lips open as if to say no! but then suddenly the tip of a longsword appears from between her breasts. A bright red stain spreads across her chest as her eyes roll up into her head.\n\nLinda falls forward off the blade revealing Sheyra, an expression of hatred on her face, behind her. The young monk looks down at the bloody sword in her hands, then drops it to the ground beside Linda's body.\n\nAs guards pour into the room from outside, through the now shattered oak doors, Sheyra's legs begin to tremble. She collapses into the arms of a pair of guards who hustle her to safety.\n\nThe remainder of the guards block the exit with swords drawn. They look uneasily about at the bodies strewn across the floor - Garent, a dozen guards, Linda, and Elthan.\n\n\"What happened here?\" shouts a nervous looking lieutenant ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAt first Callos couldn't begin to comprhend what was going on when the sword tip erupted from between Linda's breasts but when it finally hit him a dumbfounded look came to his face. Was that it? Was Sethra really...? WOMBAT! The necromancer's eyes darted around anxiously even as his hands moved once more in arcance patterns that would open the mind of others to them if they couldn't force him out.\n\nWith a look of steel hard determination on his face he spun for the door and stormed up to the nervous officer. A look of rage and possible hardened unto his scowling face.\n\n\" Thats not important right now, so get out of my way you peon! If you want to do something useful then you make sure that woman with the chest wound is really dead and search for a fire opal! If you find it, crush it! But you better move so I can make sure Sheyra is alright or Mystara help me I'll reduce you and your friends to cinders where you stand, are we understanding each other Lieutenant? I have to make sure Lady Sheyra is safe so move it! \"\n\n((EDIT: Oh yeah I should proably post the spell. Detect Thoughts.)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc skids to a stop, looking more than a little disappointed. Lowering his flail, he slowly picks a few more careful steps forward, moving to place himself between The guards and his companions. He casts a glance backwards over his shoulder, growling softly,\n\n\" Check and see if she's dead or not. and try and find that gem, but don't touch barehanded it if ya don't gotta. Who knows how it works... And someone knock some sense inta that stupid dwarf. Knock him cold if ya hafta. \"\n\nStraightening himself out, he turns himself fully forward to face the lieutenant. Lumpy was painfully aware that he wasn't a very impressive figure unarmored, especially since the officer was taller than him, an had a cadre of guards to boost his confidence. Still, he needed a little bit of awe to keep them from mucking things up more than they already were. The necromancer's outburst evokes a wince, because that was exactly the sort of thing he'd thought about trying himself. But since that never seemed to work for him, mabye a different approach would. He follows in the wizard's wake, rumbling softly in the most reasonable tone he could manage.\n\n\" No, no, no. Ain't a person in the world who can answer that question. We ain't rightly figured out what's going on yet, but we're getting there. Now, I know ya got some vested interest in the outcome'a all this, \" He waves a hand at all the singed guards on the floor, \" And yer probably getting some real good ideas about how ta help, and all, but.. What ya need ta do right now, is make sure the girl's safe, and more importantly, be somewhere that ain't here. There ain't no guarantee here's safe right now, and more people'll just make it worse. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Good job Sheyra...\" \n\nDarius takes a few steps, then remember the pain in his back. He winces, peeling off the scraps of his tattered shirt that have stuck to his flesh.\n\n \"Could somebody please help me out here? And a new shirt would be nice if that's possible.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos' mind is overwhelmed by the number of minds and intensity of thoughts he is reading here in the room.\n\nThe guards seem to be generally confused, and some of the younger guards are genuinely terrified. There is much pain and anger among the wounded, and grief for the dead.\n\n By the gods! So much blood ...\n\nIs that Lady Sheyra? No that's the white haired witch.\n\nI will not pass out. I will not pass out. I will not pass out ... I think I'd better sit down.\n\nUgh. Can't. Ugh. Breathe. Ugh. Breathe, dammit!\n\nWhere am I? What's going on?\n\nNo! Brannon! Don't be dead. Don't be dead. Please don't be dead ...\n\nMoradin! What's going on? How did I end up on the ground? Where's Linda? \n\nCallos also \"hears\" a small voice, just at the limits of his perception.\n\n It is done ... \n\n[hr]\nA guard checks Linda's body and shakes his head to indicate that she is gone. He points to a necklace that had been hidden under her robe. A blood red gem dangles from a fine gold chain. The gem glows softly.\n\nOther guards tend to their wounded, carrying them outside where other guards and servants are waiting to tend to them.\n\nThe lieutentant, who now finds himself in charge (since his superior officer was one of the casualties of Linda's fireball ) seems a bit unsure of himself and doesn't seem to know whether you can be trusted or not.\n\n\"Lady Sheyra will be fine, but none of you are going anywhere until I get some answers. What happened here?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAt the torrent of thoughts both terrified and disgusted flooding into his mind the necromancer's knee's buckled and he fell to the ground. Hands clutched at his head and grabbed his hair in tight handfuls. Teeth gritted together as his eyes squeezed shut.\n\n Its too many! Too many! I can't focus on specific thoughts when theres...WAIT! That one! That one just might be the right one! Come on Callos get up to your feet and focus! Lives could depend on this! \n\nA desparate hand grabbed hold of Lumpy and he used it to pull himself up with his eyes still closed. Eyebrows furrowed in constertation as he struggled to weed out the other thoughts in his mind, even as he whispered to Lumpy.\n\n\" I don't think Sethra is dead yet. Listen to me there's a thought out there that sounds suspicious to me. I have to be able to follow it and determine the source! \"\n\nAll the while he spanned the cone of thought reading magic back and forth trying to get a lock on the mind." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\n\"Damn Sethra, he and all Necromancers can rot in whatever dark hell-pit is waiting for them\" Hajih grimly proclaims after hearing Callos' revelation.\nRealizing what he had said, Hajih adds hastily \"present company excluded.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn is genuinely surprised at the entrance of all the guards. That's horrible. They should have been here earlier or not come at all. Being here now won't help much. What happens to Linda now that we killed her body? We need to find a magic expert who can tell us exactly how to stop Sethra. \n Fizahn ignores the guards and lets the others deal with them. He quickly walks over to Callos so he can share his ideas. \"Sethra could have taken control of Sherya's body in the hopes that we would smash the fire opal and kill her. He also seems to have a fetish for possessing girls.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk gets up, shaky and looking around with blank eyes before they focus on the scene before him\n\n \"Ach, by the gods it feels like my head is an anvil. What the blazes just happened?\" \n\nThokk looks around some more, from the charred guards to the icy ground to the blood on his sword...\n\n \"What evil has visited itself upon us...?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Here I am!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shivers on the floor, trying to scrape the ice from his face and rub some feeling back into his extremities. He tries to stand, but his frozen legs give out and he slides back to the ground. Slowly scuttling to a patch of gound with less ice, he rips the sleeves from his robe. Shivering a bit more, he tears them into strips, and ties them tightly about his freezing feet. He begins slowly massaging some feeling into his aching thighs and calves. As they turn red, a painful tingling consumes his fingers, but it is better than the numbness that had inhabited them before.\n\nHe staggers to his feet, and slowly limps over to his companions, clustered about Linda's limp body. Ignoring the tardy arrival of the guards and explosive reaction of Callos, Achkby stares numbly at the dead woman for a while.\n Is this is? \n\nAs the necklace is revealed, he slowly casts a spell, deliberately working his stiff fingers through the simple motions that accompany the elementary incantation whistling softly from between his chapped lips.\nThe neckalce slowly slides from Linda's neck, and rises to float a few feet from Achkby's head.\n\n\" Where's Aeroz? Aeroz... what do we do with it? \" he asks dispassionately.\n\n[OOC]I decided to go crazy with details. Too much, me thinks.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "(OOC: I'm sorry! Will attempt to explain absence in OOC thread.)\n\n Lissa \n\nLissa looks down at the corpse of her former comrade, seemingly dazed for a few moments. Evidently the fact that she just helped kill a friend is sinking in. (OK, so the friend was possessed by Ancient Evil, but still...) Then she shakes her head, showering those around her with drops of water and bits of melting ice, and glares at the exposed pendant. \"Fizahn, Elthan, is that it? Somebody smash the accursed thing if so, I'm not strong enough!\" She looks up at Lumpy. \"Think your flail will take care of it? Or maybe a good hard stomp?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNodding slightly in response to Callos, before turning to face the officer again. He rolls his eyes unconsciously, drawling out another response impatiently,\n\n\"[color=Blue]Alright, ya asked fer it. We gotta body jumping bastard-son necromancer going absolutely nuts here. He, in the form of her,\" He waves a hand at Linda, \" evidently thought it'd be a riot to blow the tar out of everyone in hopes of killing the girl, for whom he harbors a gurdge that spans centuries. \"\n\nHe flicks another glance at Callos, before narrowing his gaze upon the lieutenant,\n\n\" Naturally, we paid back in kind and all, but my esteemed colleauge here informs me that we might not be rid of him just yet. Ergo, ya need to move so we can track it, else ya wait til he finds yer girl again in a more vulnerable spot and does the job right. \" He shrugs, \" Or not. Whatever. \"\n\nThe big orc turns in response to the discussion about the gem, \" Smash it? Prolly. Would that break whatever magic we're dealing with? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Callos closes his eyes and attempts to isolate the various thoughts swimming through his mind, he detects a familar essence. Furrowing his brow, he focuses his attention on just that single mind, blocking out all external frustrations.\n\n What happened? Am I dead? It is Sheyra. She is scared and confused, but very much alive. Callos sighs with relief, then opens his eyes.\n\n[hr]\nThe fire opal hovers in mid-air, held aloft by Achkby's magic spell. It glitters darkly in the dim torchlight.\n\nEven more guards enter the room, clearing out the wounded and the dead. You can overhear their whispers ...\n\n\"... an attack on Lady Sheyra! Garent is dead!\"\n\n\"... she killed the assassin herself!\"\n\n\"... the Houses are mobilizing ... We might be under attack!\"\n\n[hr]\nThe sound of horses and shouting men can be heard in the courtyard outside. The attack on Sheyra has the entire embassy on high alert. The lieutentant waves his men towards Elthan's body. They approach him with a stretcher.\n\n\"I assure you, Lady Sheyra is safe for the moment. I will need to ask you to clear the room. The authorities will be here shortly and the room must not be disturbed further.\"\n\nHe looks pointedly at the floating gem. \"I am afraid that you will need to leave the necklace ...\"\n\n\"My men will escort you to your rooms. We will send healers to tend to your wounds.\"\n\nHe steps aside and indicates the doorway. A half dozen nervous guards wait to accompany you back to your chambers ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fiazhn: \n\n Fizahn looks dumbly at the guard who asks them to leave. Do they not comprehend the importance of this situation? We need that opal dead. \"Give us a bit more time please Mr. guard. We'll leave the amulet, don't worry. The question is whether we'll leave it in pieces or not. I don't know if smashing it will work. Callos, could you possibly detect a thought coming from it? I don't really care if smashing it will work, but I'd feel better if it were smashed, could you do that please Thokk?\" Fizahn grins at the guards and doesn't make any moves to leave." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby closes his eyes for a long moment.\n\n Lords. No decisions for me. \n\n\" Aeroz. What do I do with the opal? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I dunno. Fiz, what should Achby do with the opal? \" Aeroz responds dryley as he goes to check on Callos.\n\n\" So, Callos, what's your prognosis? Is Sethra dead? Did he retreat back into the opal? Come on, tell me. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAt those odd thoughts that where coming from Sheyra, Callos once again furrows his brow and shakes his head. Clear thoughts were not was what he was getting and clear thoughts where what he needed to act upon. Turning the cone of his spell towards the opal Callos sent out the mental magic towards the hovering magical item.\n\n\" I'm not sure yet. Sheyra's confused and and is wondering if she's dead, as well as doesn't know whats going on. And all of these guards continue to mull over their comrades. Its hard to focus on individual things with them still thinking too. \"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"I think we should just smash the damn thing before anything else happens, it'll be better than letting these fools take it.\" Darius says with a glare at the guards." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Four guards gently carry Elthan's body away. Elthan follows behind, shaken, and barely aware of what is happening next to Linda's body.\n\n[hr]\nAchkby lets the fire opal sink gently to the ground next to Linda's bloodied and acid scorched body.\n\n\"Smash it!\" someone whispers.\n\nCallos continues to concentrate. Sheyra's thoughts float in and out of his mind. She is close by, but does not seem to be in any immediate danger. Her thoughts are confused and fragmented however, as if in shock over the recent chaotic events ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: OK, we need to move on. Either leave the stone, smash the stone, steal the stone, whatever ... the guards are going to escort you back to your rooms and this \"episode\" will be over. " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius sees his friend put down the stone, and then brings down his boot on it as hard as he can, attempting to crush it under his feet." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn nods as Darius crushes the necklace. \"I've seen what I came here to see. Good job everyone. Next time try coming as soon as you hear battle, oh noble guards. And for all the gods' sake Thokk, don't try to kill us again! That's almost as bad as when we fought our mirror images. If I hadn't figured that out, you'd all be dead!\" Fizahn leaves and allows the guard to escort him to his room. He makes small talk with the guard about the mansion and how a poor country gnome like him hasn't ever seen anything so gargantuan. He proceeds to talk about the layout and the defensive advantages of it." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'Ach, by the gods, Destroy the damned thing! Is has already brought us enough trouble and pain!' " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Darius crushes the gem underfoot.\n\nThe lieutenant opens his mouth, as if to protest, then changes his mind and says nothing. You are escorted back to your rooms and told to wait for \"the authorities\".\n\n[hr]\nAfter stewing in your rooms for an hour or two, you are interviewed individually by representatives of the Houses. Although they are suspicious of you at first, eventually they seem convinced that Linda acted alone.\n\nWhether or not they believe that Linda was \"possessed\" by an ancient necromancer, they seem satisfied that the rest of you were acting to oppose her rather than aid her in her attempt to assassinate Sheyra.\n\n[hr]\nWhen dawn breaks, you gather in the dining chamber for a somber breakfast of bread, fruit preserves, and strong coffee." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius seems calm now, he eats his food quietly, then pauses...\n\n \"So, this is the end then.... What happens now?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy looks up from his breakfast, a single loaf of bread from which he's been tearing chunks and dipping in coffee. he snorts belligerantly, irritable over the questioning he'd been made to put up with in lieu of sleep.\n\n\" If ya ask me, it ain't over. That was too easy, and if I know anything about mages, there was some trick ta last night we ain't gotten yet. Unless the necromancer's also an utter moron, why would he risk a straight fight with all'a us at once when he could'a jumped the girl alone pretty damned easy. \" He shoves another hunk of steaming bread into his mouth, continuing to talk around it, \" I ain't staking anything on the odd chance he's gone fer good so easy-like. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn eats his breakfast with the others. He eats slowly, savoring the free meal. \"I agree with Lumpy. I don't think it is that easy. I think that Sethra is still alive somewhere and I'm going to stay with Sherya a while just to make sure. If she doesn't want me, I'm probably going to look for a job somewhere.\" That was way too easy. I gave my vow to the druid that I'd guard Sherya until Sethra was destroyed. I assume he was destroyed, but I'm not so sure. I'll stay to protect her as long as I get free board. I'm sure I can make myself useful and repay her for putting me up. If I see the lizardman, I'll tell him he can go back to his own people. Maybe I'll even accompany him there. Then we can probably raid Sethra's crypt and destroy all traces of him, not to mention keep anything valuable. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan, who seemed paralyed in shock yestersay, seems almost normal today as he walks to breakfast, though very quiet. He avoid the coffee, taking only a few pieces of the fruit.\n\"Agreed here as well. Breaking the fire opal was probally a good idea. If that was really what he used to jump around, I don't think he would confine himself to possesing only one.\"\n It could really be over, or we could end up having to break every gem in the area. At least we'll have a reprieve from ancient necormancers for a short while.\n\nI wonder how the lizard will take it... \n\n\n(OOC: I am officially takeing over the original Elthan, though I'll continue useing E2 stats because I'm both lazy and Dm approved. Praise cylon-style downloads!)" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Yes, you may be right... that gem could've been a decoy, it's not like there's only one fire opal in the world. Perhaps we should stay and help Sheyra, especially since she has other enemies... probably more powerful than the one we just faced...\" \n Then again, I have no obligations to stay... but also nowhere to go. And I am finally free. I think the beast in me is gone... or just lying in wait ... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy continues rambling, downing bread as he goes, rather noisily,\n\n\" The problem here is mages. \" He glances at the assorted wizards and sorcerers around the table for a moment, shrugging as he growls onward ,\" All offense intended, they gotta go and make things way too complicated. Through all the militiawork I done in the Dales, campaigning in the north, and bounty heads I collected in the south, I made it a habit not ta mess around with mages. _This_ is why. Ain't no profit ta be had what's worth the trouble. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While Lumpy is speaking, servants enter the chamber, each one carrying a small box.\n\nOne box is given to each of you.\n\n\"Lady Sheyra wishes to thank you for your companionship and assistance. Please accept these tokens of her appreciation. You are free to go.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan, not being very hungry in the first place, stops eating and begins examining the package. He shakes it to hear if anything is inside, judges it's general weight, and generally tortures himself over what could possibly in the box for several minutes before setting it down on the talble in front of him and stareing at it intensely." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWith the tulmultous events of the previous day the elder human could only niblle away at his meal and stare in thoughtful silence at the table top in front of him. Worries flitted and coursed through his mind but he set them aside for later. That was the moment when the gift arrived. Hesitant hands flipped off the lid of the box and he peered in curiously. If it was too expensive or extravagent he would send it back, that simple." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk eats his food carefully and brooding the past day, still unaware of what fully occured\n\n \"Ach, we are given this and now the boot? Hardly seem amiable\" \n\nOOC: I will assume nobody told Thokk what he did yesterday, and is just left with a very confused mind" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nSipping his coffee, Hajih opens the box with a smile on his face.\n\n\"A gift? For me? Excellent!\"\n\nHe examines the gift before continuing\n\n\"But the question remains, where to now?\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n\nDarius opens his box, examining the contents.\n\n \"Good question Hajih, wish I could think of a good answer.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby frowns for a moment. Before the servants depart, he inquires imperiously, \" May we see Lady Sheyra? \"\n\nOr at least imperiously as possible; for whatever people skills he has, the turmoil of the previous night has left him little room for clear thought.\n\n Something isn't right. I mean... this isn't the end, is it? Maybe I should talk to... those people . Maybe they'll know what's happened. But they could be dangerous, too... I don't know how they're related to Sarloc. Or maybe they're not... maybe they're from the... Mulhorandi... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Each box contains 100 platinum pieces, a small fortune.\n\n\"Lady Sheyra wishes for me to inform you that she will be unable to see you off, but again she thanks you for all of your assistance and companionship.\"\n\nAfter breakfast, you are escorted out of the Relik compound and taken to the gates of the Untherite Embassy. You can see that the entire compound is on high alert. House Relik in particular seems to be preparing for war.\n\nYou find yourselves outside the Embassy, back on the busy streets of Telflamm. Heavily armed guards prevent you from re-entering the Embassy.\n\nYou look at one another with the same thought in each of your heads, what now? " }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n All this money! I odn't even know what to do with it all... I'll have to think... \n\nDarius watches the men preparing for battle...\n\n \"If no other opportunity for work presents itself... maybe we should stay behind and help here. If one crazy necromancer with a fireball could take out nine of the royal guards, then this city doesn't seem ready for war.\" \n\nDarius waits to see what the others think of his suggestion, and to see if they have any themselves." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy flips one of his new coins between his fingers thoughtfully, eying the valuable ingot of metal with a pleased expression. Itds been a long time since he'd laid hands on such a large sum of money, and he'd long since spent that. Sometimes dealing with mages had a few perks attached, but still.. it hardly seemed worth the trouble, for the weeks of rough living he'd been through.\n\n\" Far as I'm concerned, I think they made their stance on that pretty clear. I been shoved out'a lot'a doors, and this one was as rude as any other. The coin's an improvement, but . . . \" He shrugs, pocketing the coin, \" Well, some'a ya might find it a poor substitute fer a proper sendoff, but some'a us are real mercenary. I'd just as soon get paid than be polite'd ta. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" This still does not bod well on my mind. There are too many things left unexplained or unknown about this for my mind to rest easy on the matter. And this money could be seen as a payoff but it will aid greatly. \"\n\nThe necromancer idlely flipped one of the platinum coins in between his fingers. He had to admit that, secretly, a part of him wanted this to be the end of it. For the past couple of years he had been living as a mercenary with Djital after all. But that still didn't make things better off." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Hmm... So much for my plans to stay there a little while. At least we benefited from her 'I'm rich now and don't want to associate with you anymore' attitude. Fizahn looks silently at his chest and thinks about carrying it. \"I think we should go looking for a job. We've been adventuring a while and know each other's strengths and weaknesses. We'd work well as a group. First though, I think we should do something with this coin. A group of people walking around with treasure chests might look a little suspicious. I also don't want to carry this chest for that long. There's always a job for adventurers, on to the tavern!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It doesn't take you long to find an adventurer-friendly tavern/inn. Choosing one that looks reasonably clean and respectable, you book some rooms at the Owl and Flagon.\n\nSeveral of you take a mid-afternoon nap, being tired from the night before. The winter sun sets early, but there are still many people on the streets, browsing and shopping by lantern light.\n\nYou are free to shop or deposit your wealth at a Guild house for safekeeping.\n\nGathering by the hearth later that night, you note some large, hooded men sitting across the room from you. They seem to be watching you. Achkby starts for a moment as though he recognizes them ..." }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"You okay, bud?\" \n\nDarius takes a sip of ale and glances sideways over his drink at the cloaked men." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAt first Lumpy wandered around the city aimlessly, pondering his options. There were many things worth saving up for-- he'd long wanted to have his ever-dependable set of plate enchanted, but that took time, and more importantly money. Further, he had more immediate needs. this was why he never seeme to get anywhere in life. no matter how much he seemed to earn, he was always breaking even. With a sigh, he hunts down an apothecary, looking to procure some potions.\n\n----\n\nWhen he finally settles back down into a seat in the tavern, his little box is gone, and his coinpurse looks rather empty. He looks distictly unhappy about it and distracted enough to take no articular notice of much anything further away than his mug of ale.\n\n((OOC\nLumpy will buy:\n10 Potions of CLW for 500GP,\nthen deposit 30 of his remaining PP into a guildhouse\nHe'll also keep his eyes open for any sort of constabulary or somesuch, looking in particular for bounty posters.\n))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThis was almost too good to be true! 100 Platinum pieces to spend how he wished and he knew almost instantly what he wanted to get. New spells. The one from the gloamwings was all well and good but he needed more omph then that. And so the necromancer left a note in his room delclaring his intentions of gaining new spells and that he would be gone for 5 days if he found someone to get the spells from. And then he went off to find such a person...\n\n\n((If Callos can find someone to get the spells off of, He'll pick up Explosive Runes, Ray pf Exhaustion, Bull's Strength, Chill Touch, and Enlarge Person.))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan, content with a days shopping, sits down with the group, contemplating. \"You know, I still feel like its not over. It's like a book, where you gloss over a meaningless phrase in the beggining and now it's coming back up to reveal the latest turn in the plot. We missed something, I'm sure of it, and now its sneaking up behind us...\"\n\n(OOC: Whilist shopping Elthan gets 4 Shied of Faith potions(200gp), 4 CLW potions(200gp), an invisiblity potion(300gp) and a potion of eagles spendor(300gp), 2 scrolls of summon swarm(300gp), 2 scrolls of bulls strength and sells his bracers of armor for 1000gp, His net is +40pp, which he keeps with him.\nDo I get a bonus for the largest shopping list?)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The cloaked men rise and walk directly toward your table. As they get closer, you can see that they are bearded with long braided hair. Armor clinks softly underneath their heavy furs.\n\nThey stop in front of your group. \"You are alive! Where is the girl?\" Their accent is unfamiliar to you, though Achkby swallows and looks a little guilty, as though he knows who these men are ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn spend a while searching the market. He gives up after a while and mutters something about exorbitant prices. He then proceeds to deposit 95 of his platinum pieces into the local guild house. He soon joins the people at the tavern.\n\n He eyes the strange men with distrust. \"They look like they belong to some sort of cult. I doubt they mean good business.\" As they come over, he nods to them. \"If you mean Sherya, she's fine.\" He then turns an accusatory glare upon Achkby. \"Who are these man, how do they know you, and what's their connection to Sherya?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Turning to Fizahn, one of the men asks, \"What do you mean, fine? Why isn't she with you?\"\n\nTurning back to Achkby, he continues gruffly, \"You were supposed to keep an eye on her, were you not? What happened?\"\n\nThere is some movement within the tavern as some patrons get up to leave." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy glances up from his mug with an irate sneer,\n\n\" No, no, no.. See, yer doing it all wrong. Best way ta get results is ta be real polite-like with yer business. Folk'd be more like ta listen. \"\n\nHe shrugs, pushing his chair back from the table a bit,\n\n\" I'd surely not want ta hurt ya so bad, anyways. \"\n\n There's one thing I didn't miss in the 'Deep. Pushy humans. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan looks over the rim of a glass of water. \"What heppened was, Sheyra threw us out. She's looking over her estate and other such boring things, and seeing no further use in use has kindly given us the boot. By the way, who are you?\"\n\nLooking now into the glass of water, he takes a long drink." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk spends his day searching differnt stores untill he finds an armory which had steel which fit his fine dwarfen tastes. Finding it, it spent 28 precious PP on a new actual suit of armor and a shiny new shield to protect himself. He also purchased a new backpack, some foodstuffs, strong ale, and rope before returning to the tavern, paying for his room and dinner, and joining the group. Seeing the armored humans approach...\n\n \"Ach exactly, and thats the end of it lads. Now unless ye have more business with us, kindly leave us alone so we can rest, we have had a rather trying several months\" \n\nOOC: Thokk buys Banded Mail, a Tower shield, pays for his room and dinner, buys a backpack, silk rope, food, and a takard of ale, all amounting to 29 PP" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Sherya's safe. Achkby did keep an eye on her, but she's a noble now and she kicked us out. It's the old nobles are above peasants attitude; I'm sure you understand. If you need to speak to her, I'm sure Achkby would be more than happy to give you directions to their embassy,\" Fizahn replies mockingly. Directing an angry look at Achkby for not shedding any light on the situation, he gets up and heads toward his room." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Sorry I haven't been around. I took the ACTs Saturday morning, and it's Open House season, so I've barely been home. :-/\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Don't get yourself tied up in this, \" Achkby shoots back.\n\n\" What they say is true. She was in good condition last time I saw her. I stayed with her until the the large number of Royal Guardsmen I was not informed she commanded control over expelled me from her company. \"\n\n[OOC]Achkby has spent the day browsing through a bookshop.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA much satisfied look look on his face as the middle aged human looked over the new pages in his spell book that would allow for much greater potency. He almost couldn't contain the jump of joy when he thought of the abilities he could now use. Then something else hit him as his eyes drifted around the market area he was in. Those oddly opal eyes settled unto a rack of smoked meat and his stomach began to growl. With a smrik on his face the necromancer began to approach then stopped, alarm apprant on his features. The little chest that had held all of the platinum was empty now. He had cleared out all of the coins to acquire these spells and now he grit his teeth. How could he make the novice mistake of forgetting to get supplies? He still needed them but who could he get some gold from? A mental checklist went through his mind as he totaled up all of the things he would need before he sighed. Time to go borrow some gold from a seemingly very discreet person. One of the Elthans had been paying for him from since they had met in the first place and Callos vowed this would be the last time...\n\n Where Ever Elthan is... \n\n\" So you see, this is not something that I ask lightly but I really do need that gold so I can get my supplies... \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih sits through the exchange between the party and the group of men, wordlessly, all the while staring very deeply into a small seemingly meaningless trinket, a carved wooden model of an archery target. After a while he finishes his drink and heads up to his room, a slight smile on his face.\n\n[hr]\n\nList of Items Bought:\nMasterwork Longsword\nThrowing Axe X2\nDagger X2\nRope, 50ft\nEverburning Torch\nSpell component Pouch\nGallon of Ale\nFlask\n\nShould be about 538 gp remaining." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: The encounter in the inn is occurring the evening after everyone has had a chance to \"shop\". \n\n\n\nAs Fizahn gets up to go to his room, he notices that the other \"patrons\" of the tavern are already on their feet. As they lower their hoods, they reveal their beards and braided hair. Many of them wear animal tokens. They glower at you menacingly with wild eyes that seem to be barely at the edge of control.\n\nTension rises in the room. Callos draws on his knowledge of the East and makes the connection. \"Rashemi berserkers ...\" he whispers to the rest of you.\n\nJust when it seems that a physical confrontation will be unavoidable, a tall woman steps into the room. As she lowers her hood you can see that her face is covered by a delicate porcelain mask. Ice blue eyes sparkle behind the mask's eye sockets. Her blond hair is drawn back into a long braid that spills over her right shoulder.\n\nThe Rashemi step back respectfully, murmuring, \"Hathran ...\"\n\nHer eyes fix on Achkby. \"You have done well. Another installment of gold has already been deposited into your account. But, please, tell me everything that has occurred ...\"\n\nAchkby seems unable to resist her gaze, and he recounts in detail the journey through the Underdark and the Shadow Plane. He also described the confrontation with Linda and Sheyra's ascendance to the head of House Relik. As he tells the story, the hathran's eyes darken in worry.\n\n\"It is worse than I had feared. Is it not obvious what has occurred? The foul necromancer still lives and, as the ancient prophecy has dictated, he has taken the body of Sarloc's heir!\n\n\"Two of the three prophesies have thus been fulfilled. Our only chance now is to prevent Sethra from reacquiring his kris dagger. If we fail in this regard, many dark days will lie ahead of us ...\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" What... what has to happen next? \" he inquires tremulously." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nSurreptiously, Lumpy slips his dagger back into it's sheathe beneath the table. It was all the better, really; he hadn't particularily looked forward to having to clear an entire bar full of idiots out. The conversation would have been of little interest, were it not for the subject of payment. Brow furrowing into an instinctive scowl, he growls irritably,\n\n\" Wait, wait. He was getting paid fer taking part in all this? How's that work out? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA vein of....well probaly anger throbbed in Callo's forehead as he stared at this woman in the porclein mask with blue eyes.\n\n\" Was. Sheyra. Sarloc's. Heir? And what is this third prophesy? I believe we all deserve an explantion. \"\n\nInside of his own mind though the necromancer was cursing and berating himself. He had known that something had been wrong with Sheyra but he hadn't forced his way past those guards to discover the cause. It was his mistake but he wasn't the one paying for it..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The woman continues speaking. Her voice is soothing and gentle ...\n\n\"The prophecy warned that a great wizard, neither dead nor living, would rise in the West. Our sages identified Sethra as a likely candidate, and we sent agents to the West, but we were unable to stop his reawakening ...\n\n\"The second part of the prophecy indicated that the wizard would clothe himself in the body of the leader of a once great House. Again, our sages pointed us toward Sethra. It was not difficult to realize his uncover his connection to Sheyra Relik, the heir of Sethra's greatest rival ...\n\n\"I fear that we should have acted more directly to intervene, but we never guessed that Sethra would find Sheyra so quickly and so easily. With Achkby following her, we assumed that we would be able to keep a discreet eye on her and protect her from Sethra, but it would appear that we were gravely mistaken ...\n\n\"The last part of the prophecy deals with the Kris, an artifact of great necromantic power. It is said that if the wizard and his kris are reunited, then his power will increase tenfold and that legions of undead will be raised to ravage the East ...\n\n\"As Rashemi, we are pledged to protect the natural order, and therefore are dedicated to thwarting the rise of Sethra if at all possible. So far, we have failed to prevent the prophecy from fulfilling itself, but perhaps we have one more chance ...\n\n\"Opposing us, however, are those who would welcome the rise of an army of the dead. For example, agents of the Army of Darkness would welcome a destabilizing influence here in the East. There are others, such as the Order of the Serpent, that see Sethra's rise as just the first step in an overthrow of the warm blooded races. We must be on our guard against these evil factions ...\"\n\n[hr]\nTurning to Achkby, she places a hand on the top of his head. \"Prepare yourselves for the battle ahead. Though you were recruited unknowingly into this ... complicated situation, I believe that you all will be valuable allies in our struggle. I ask for your help but have no way to compel you to aid us. Think about the things I have told you tonight, and I will await your answers ...\"\n\n\"In the meantime, I will go to visit Sheyra myself. Perhaps my fears are misplaced and she is simply a young girl, overwhelmed by circumstances beyond her control. However, if my suspicions are proven correct and she is indeed a vessel of Sethra, then I must move against her now with my men, before Sethra's power can grow or before he can acquire the Kris ...\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk stares at the women coldly before completely bursting out\n\n 'Are ye completely daft women?!?! If yer have so many agents and power, why in the gods names why were ye not able to stop it! And even so, why the blazes us? How dare you drag us into something that is, sorry, WAS, not our problem or fear? Now yer go around spouting prophacies of doom, and we dont exactly have alot of choices about what we can do! We have not had two solid days of rest and relaxation in blasted months! Some of us have DIED! Can yer get that through the damned porclen that covers yer face? DIED. All through following this deranged loony. I have a personal bone with him and fully intend on settling the score, but you just all the more fully dragged us into something that was not our concern, nor should have. What kind of help or conpensation can you offer us, seeming that you are weighing the world on our heads?!?! Blah! \n\nThokk begins cursing fluently in Dwarfen before pulling out of his backpack a large newly bought leather bound tome and a fresh quill. He opens it quickly and there is dwarfen writting across the title page, the next page only has a two words written on it, the first in dwarfen and the second, SETHRA. He scrawls a third line in, slams the book shut, and throws it back into his bag\n\nOOC: Haha, surprise for all of you! If any of you can read dwarfen ill PM you what I just wrote, otherwise you dont know!" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Thokk, calm down. It's not as though they forced us into it. If I recall, we we're the ones who let Sethra loose, and so decided ourselves to go after him. We made it our problem, Thokk, though I'll be damned if somehow we were played as pawns to do so. I agree, though, that a world altering doom is quite a bit to shoulder. It's out of our leage, for sure. If you're looking for the hero to the story, the one who'll stop Sethra , rescues Sheyra, and saves Faerun, they're not likely to be found in this establishment. A single hero, or even a steadfast collection thereof, would hold little chance agaisnt an undead army.\"\n\n-------------------------------\n\n\"Eh? Sure Callos, Anything for a friend! I have plenty left from our prize so cover any needed supplies. I only have two conditions, the first is how much do you need, the second is that you bring back some supplies for me as well. I can't remember what I need, but I'm sure you'll know what to get. Food stuffs and such really.\"" }, { "author": "The_King_of_Durf", "message": " Darius \n \"Well, this is all interesting and whatnot, so I guess I'm in for helping you.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" No way ta compel us, huh? Gold's compelling enough fer me. If ya can't offer me at leaat the same ya've already been handing out ta certain others, then yer already barking up the wrong tree. \"\n\nLumpy leans back from the table, pushing his chair back onto the rear two legs as he props one iron-shod boot against the edge of the tabletop. He bridges His hands together before him, giving the porcelain-masked woman an indifferent sort of expression. The irritability fades from his voice, presenting cold fact,\n\n\" Quite frankly, I'm not really all that interested what comes'a this land. It's a big world and I can live just as well anywhere in it. From the sound'a things, ya've brought a lot'a this down on yerself with yer limp-wristed problem solving. Alongside the fact that I been put through so much trouble already because'a it, ya ain't making a terribly persausive argument. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot.\n\n If people weren't given a choice, they wouldn't think twice about rushing off to save the world. Lumpy might grumble, but they'd do it. Now, though... it might take a bit of pushing to get them along.\n\nHeh. Funny. Here I am, ready to help convince them to do something because it's right --well, I'm going to make Aeroz come because he owes me 300 gold nad is going to stay with me until he pays that back--and it was they who taught me there were things worth doing in the world. Had my greed not tied me on to this lot, I'd still be muddling away in some town minding nothing but pay and women.\nAnd now it's me gone all altruistic.\n\nI wonder if I might not be happier that way? Nonesense. No. Well. I might be happier. I would be happier. Life would be easier, and I wouldn't know anything more important to happiness than pleasure and ease.\n\nKnowing there is doesn't make me happy. It doesn't make me safe. So why do I like this better?\nDo I like it?\n\nMaybe not.\nBut I can't help but think I am better off here.\nOr maybe there's some we. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe sat back heavily in his chair, mind turning over the tumult of information he had been told. All the while he listened to the others responses and wondered at his own decision. An army of undead? The Army of Darkness? The Order of the Serpent? It seemed as if he was being dragged into politics he didn't even know about yet whither he wanted to or not! If that was the case though then this decision would be so very much easier. When he did speak it was slowly and grimly. A determined set was in his own dark eyes as he leaned forward and folded his hands on the table in front of him.\n\n\" My decision in this is already made. Persanolly if not globally. If Sheyra is now under Sethra's control then I am going to ensure his destruction. Permenately if I can, if not I'll settle for expelling him from Sheyra's body. As for the rest of the world...I know the horrors undead can commit. An army of undead unleashed on Toril is a nightmare I can only ponder in my darkest dreams. If Mystara has given me the means to prevent that horror then I will. \"\n\nA small part of the necromancer chided him for not asking for money. The mercenary part of his mind left over from the excavaution dig that had lead him to the Underdark. The larger part of his mind ignored that smaller part. I told Sheyra she could lean on me for strength if she had too. She does now even if she doesn't know it. I am going to help her. \n\n____________________________________________\n\n\"Well I'm getting some supplies and other things for the journey Elthan. I believe the total comes to....\" He taps some fingertips together, mentally summing it up in his head \"65 gold pieces and 2 silver." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"I'm in, but how can we be sure who Sethra has possessed? If he doesn't openly show his hand like in House Relik, we can't be sure if he inhabits Sheyra.\" \nThe ranger taps his foot, glancing to his companions as he does." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The hathran's eyes glitter behind her mask as she looks at the half-orc appraisingly. \"As I said, I can not compel you to help. If it is gold you seek, however, perhaps we can negotiate some sort of arrangement ...\"\n\n\"The ranger has a good point, though. Before deciding on our next course of action, we need to verify that Sethra is indeed acting through the Relik girl. I will visit the Untherite Embassy tonight as a diplomat of Rashemen. When I return, we should have a better idea who and what we are dealing with.\"\n\nRaising her hood, and nodding farewell, the hathran sweeps out of the tavern, trailed by her retinue of berserkers, leaving you to your drinks.\n\nYou sit silently for a minute or two, digesting the words of the Rashemi witch.\n\n[hr]\nLater in the evening, Aeroz strides through the door carrying a long wooden box. He had been off wandering by himself for most of the day and missed the encounter with the Rashemi.\n\n\"What's with all of the long faces? Did I miss something?\" he asks." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aye, ye bloody missed something! Some blasted tart in a clay mask has been spewing all forth of a maner of troubles at us, and we find out that it is because of 'er damned shortcommings we ave to save the world! \n\nThokk catches himself, and visibly calms down\n\n \"Now, not that kind of thing wouldnt be great and all, but it is being techinally forced upon us, not to mention the fact that we all very likly will die. Again, in some cases.\" \n\nThokk turns his back and starts muttering in Dwarf\n\n \"Ah, tis a pity for them. I have no use for life anymore, being with the oath of the slayer it is my job to vanquish all enimies of Dwarfs, I would particurlay like to take out that fell Incubi, and slay this damned necromancer. This young ones have so much to live for, so much to do. I have already lived three livespans for the tallfolk, and the little uns are just entering their prime, they should not be focred into this, twill age them before their time.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby glances uneasily at Thokk before telling Aeroz, \" They were Rashemian. She told of a prophecy which said... someone just like Sethra would rise to power in the West. It also suggested that he would go after Sheyra. Knowing all this, they used their great power to send me to keep watch over Sheyra. \"\nHe shoots a sidelong look towards Lumpy this time, and gulps before continuing.\n\n\" They didn't, of course, think that it would be good to tell me anything of why I was to watch her. Some of that fault may be mine, as I was eager for the job, though still... \"\nHe sighs, and goes on.\n\n\" They said if he got the Kris, it would vastly increase his power--this is, apparently, what the prophecy decreed--and he would bring enormous legions of undead to ravish the East.\n\n\"The Rashemi leader who came to us thinks Sethra survived, and possessed Sheyra. She's gone to find out, and, er... wants us to help if he has, \" Achkby finishes lamely.\n\n\" Finish this, you know? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" So Sethra is alive? Because I am pretty sure we killed Linda, with Sethra's spirit in her. Now, I may not be that well versed in arcane hopjockey, but I'm pretty sure that he should be well and dead. \"\n\nAeroz finishes the thought and pauses for a bit. He then lays the wooden box on the table. He opens it, revealing a sword.\n\n\" Oh yeah, I ran into one of Prozen's contacts. He gave me this. Supposed to be a powerful sword of sorts. I'm still on a short leash, I need to find that Kris or more of you could be put in danger. Still, that Order of the Serpent thing worries me. I'm not sure what I've gotten myself into. Either way, the contact hinted that there will be an additional reward if the Kris is found. \n\n[OOC: DR didn't specify what kind of sword it is, so I'm just going to leave it at \"sword\" until DR says what kind it is. I sure hope its finessable.]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy drains the last of his tankard, thumping it down carelessly to wobble on the table. Exasperation has crept into his voice, the air of tiredness almost overtaking his ire,\n\n\" Boy, I sure picked a good bunch ta run inta. I'd'a done better with the drow, no doubt. \" One gnarled hand rises to massage his forehead as he continues, \" So, let's get this all straightened out and clear-llike. We got not one, but two, TWO! groups'a folk who want us ta fight the ancient evil mage, and whatever three or four death cults spring out'a the woodwork ta help out. \"\n\nHe glances at Aeroz,\n\n\" What's more, one'a them is threatening me if I don't, while both of them MIGHT pay me if I do, and I question their integrity given their attitude thus far. Great. Just Great. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well my Half-Orc acquaintance, there is also the fact that there are people after me for the assasination of a Diplomat, and you are aiding an alleged criminal who has some very powerful people looking for him. \" Aeroz replies candidly to Lumpy's comment.\n\n\" There is also that if Sethra is still around, you may have an angry necromancer after you, considering your role in our little conflict with him. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Yeah, yeah. Don't think I ain't given all this thought. I understand all this better than ya think. \"\n\nPassingly, almost without thought, the burly orc raises a hand to wave down a server for another ale, A sardonic smirk crosses his thick lips, scarcely visible beneath hair and fangs,\n\n\" Weren't fer it, I'd'a long since turned ya in fer the coin, but I got no doubts it ain't worth the effort. I'd bet more than a few coppers they'd just as soon throw me in with ya than pay up. \"\n\nLetting his arm thump back onto the table heavily, he continues without giving pause to consider his words,\n\n\" Yeah, I'm stuck in this with the rest'a ya and it'll prolly kill me. Two-bit mercenaries like me ain't got any business messing with these sorta things. \" He shrugs helplessly, \" But If I'm doing it, I'm gonna make fer sure someone ends up paying dear fer it. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Haha, you could turn me in, but the other person they are looking for shares your general description my friend. But enough of the idle threats, Callos, what can you tell me about this little gift of mine? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I'm not sure what I'll be able to tell you without a spell to identify magical properties but I'll take a look at it. \"\n\nWith that the necromancer will take the sword from Aeroz and peer at it carefully. Practised eyes trying to pick out anything specific on any enchantments it might have.\n\n((Don't even know what to roll for this.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz opens the long wooden box, revealing an elegant rapier, burnished to a mirror polish.\n\nCallos examines it carefully, but can say little more than it definitely radiates a strong magical aura.\n\n\"Hmm? Did you say something?\" he asks Aeroz." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy glances at the sword with practiced disinterest,\n\n\" Real shiny, at least. Bet I could hock it fer a fair lump'a gold. \"\n\nLeaving it at that, he turns his attention back to getting himself another ale, counting out coins from his purse in preparation." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I said that Lumpy met the description of one of the original four who were after the kris. Don't know why you'd be wondering about that... \"\n\nAeroz snatches the sword from Callos\n\n\" Maybe its magic makes you think that half-though out threats are significant? he says with a chuckle.\n\nCuriosity getting the better of him, Aeroz pokes a nearby unocupied table or chair with it, hoping that maybe it might just be that you need to attack something with it in order to activate it.\n\n[OOC: Campaign-blog is down for the moment, so I'm not sure if I have any ranks in Use magic Device. Maybe I could activate it blindly]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan relaxes in his chair, watching Aeroz blindly bat the sword. Jokingly,\" For the record, if the chair burst into flames because of that, we won't be paying for that.\"\n\n\"I think I'll likely call it a night. Not much to do other than digest food and words. Aeroz, if you really want, I could fund a look into your sword there tommorow, unless of course your fond of prodding it at random personage.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz accidentally nicks himself on the rapier's razor sharp edge. A small drop of blood forms on his finger tip.\n\nAeroz pokes experimentally at the furniture, but unfortunately (or fortunately) doesn't activate any obvious magical powers.\n\n[hr]\nOver the next week or two, your party regains its strength, and everyone takes the opportunity to hone their fighting and arcane skills. There are many opportunities for training and practice in Telflamm.\n\nLissa seems distant, however. Her visits to the Owl and Flagon become increasingly less frequent. Hajih and Darius also check in only sporadically.\n\nThe rest of you wait to hear from the Rashemi hathran. There has been no word from her since she left for the Untherite Embassy.\n\n[hr]\nLate one night, you find yourselves gathered about the fire sipping ale and wondering what fate has in store for you next. A light snow is falling outside, and almost everyone else has left for the night, leaving the entire tavern to you. Your long trek through the Underdark and shadow plane almost seem like a long ago dream.\n\nWith a crash, the door swings open, and a bearded Rashemi berserker stumbles into the inn. He is wearing rags and is bleeding from innumerable long scratches across his back. His eyes are wild as he collapses on the floor in front of you ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Please let me know when you've finished levelling up your character. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Hmm, deja vu. I seem to recall doing this once before. \" Aeroz says jokingly as he gets up to help the \"visitor\". He tries to help him up.\n\n\" Hey, are you ok? I know you guys are a tough bunch, but you look pretty bad. \" Aeroz goes to his bag and tries to find a potion. If the man does not respond, he will try slapping him awake.\n\n\" Here, drink up. You know, the last time I tried doing this I ended up being accused for a murder. \"\n\nAeroz tries to get the berserker to consume the potion.\n\n[OOC: Pretty Sure I finished levelling]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih jumps to his feet, and reaches into his belt pouch.\n\nDrawing out various bandages and salves, Hajih begins an attempt to seal up the berserker's wounds.\n\n(Attempting to stabilize, Heal check: 5)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan will pay 10 platinum for a single casting of Identify on Aeroz's sword as some point during the week.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------\n\nElthan quickly jumps from his current seat and over to the fallen bezerker. He hastily pulls out a potion from his belt pouch and pours it into the bezerkers mouth.\n\n(OOC: Potion of cure light wounds - 1d8+1; 6hp recovered)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nseeing the bezerker crash through\n\n \"Ach balls, I was starting to enjoy relaxin for a spell...\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn sits calmly as the Rashemi stumbles into the inn. I could have guessed this was going to happen. While everyone else tends to the wounded berserker, Fizahn rushes up the inn's stairs. We're going to need to get out of here soon. He quickly rushes to their rooms and grabs everything people will need that he can carry. He hurries down the stairs to drop off everything, but quickly rushes back up to double check their rooms." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Before Elthan pays for that, can I have a go at Spellcrafting it?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Damn! \n\nAchkby jumps to his feet and rushes to the Berserker's side, but once there, shifts from foot to foot uneasily, uncertain of what to do.\n\n We must...! Damn. I have no idea what to do. I'm no use right now. \n\nHe steps away, and rushes to the window of the inn, jumping on a chair to better see over the sill. He looks all around, checking for anyone who might be following the Rashemian." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Before the berserker enters ... \n\nThokk and Achkby take turns examining Aeroz's rapier, while Aeroz proudly holds it up for all to see, turning it in the firelight so that it catches the orange reflections.\n\nThokk instantly recognizes the rapier as dwarven handiwork. \"Not the usual weapon forged for Moradin, but there's no mistakin' that craftsmanship!\"\n\nAchkby peers at the blade, seeing patterns in the steel not apparent to the naked eye. His eyes widen as he recognizes the markings' significance ... flaming burst! \n\n\"I wouldn't keep poking those chairs that way, Aeroz, otherwise Elthan's prediction might come true!\"\n\n[hr]\n After the berserker enters ... \n\nThe man has clearly been tortured. The wounds across his back are grievous, but Hajih's care and the healing potions seem to stabilize the berserker enough for him to speak, though his words demonstrate that his mind has been as damaged has his body - he speaks only in fragments, staring at nothing in particular.\n\n\"Tanar'ri bitch!\"\n\n\"M'lady! No!\"\n\n\"All dead! All dead!\"\n\n\"Nooooooo!!!\"\n\nAs his rage fades, he slips back into unconsciousness, breathing shallowly." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Two week's time was a long spate to stick around in one spot, in Lumpy's opinion. Sure, he'd done service that kept him tied down for longer than that in the past, but he'd been growing more and more restless as he aged. this was the longest he'd been in one city for months now, and the circumstances left a great deal to be desired, to say the least.\n\nAs if that weren't enough, he'd been spending entirely too much of it moping in front of a mug. It always seemed to work out that way- as much as he might wish it otherwise, death seemed to bring that out in him. It did strike him that this bout was something of an overraction. After all, what were the deaths of a handful of comrades to the loss of an entire army? But he knew the answer. He'd always known.\n\nAt any rate, it was decided, by one way or another. So he'd trained in his free time, hard as he'd ever done. Adjusting to a new weapon still required a good deal of fine tuning, after all. \n\n------\n\nLumpy started slightly as the berzerk burst into the inn, letting his mug slip back onto the table with a frown. His reaction lacked the speed of the others', but not the clarity. As they tend to the barbarian, he slowly rises, making sure his weapons are as they should be before crossing the room to join them.\n\nStooping next to the man, he hrms, a grim look crossing his countenance,\n\n\" Yep. Someone worked him over pretty hard. Real good job'a it too, if I've ever seen one. Looks like we got our confirmation, I ween. \"\n\nExpression hardening, he rises, crossing over to the tavern's doorway to peer out into the dark streets, letting the glittering gaze of his night-eyes play across the shadows,\n\n\" As experience serves, this sort'a thing never ends well fer me. I'd put a recommendation in fer playing things real cautious here on out. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"I'll say, Lumpy. Funny, this almost reminds me of that Beblith... I agree again, we should take caution. Let's take this guy up to a bed and see if he comes to his sences. Anything he should have to say may be helpfull, but I question that. Mybye we should do a little reconisis ourselves while we wait? Lumpy, grab his legs, Aeroz, help me with the arm. We'll drop him in my room.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn pops back down the stairs and looks at the rest of the group. \"I think that's a bad idea. Whatever got him sounds like a ruthless efficient killer. I think it will come for him. We need to get out of here now. We can nurse him back to health on the road. If something kills him while he's in the inn room, we'll never know what happened. We've been here for two weeks. They probably survived this long because Sethra was trying to determine who their contacts were. Whatever killed them... the tanar'ri... probably knows who we are and where we are. We need to get out now. We also need to decide quickly. Every second we delay could bring the killer closer to us.\" Fizahn shoulders his pack and heads to the nearest window to check outside." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Achkby'd like to mae a Knowledge (Arcana) check to see if he knows of Ta'nari or whatever.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby strains his eyes, trying to see out into the darkness.\n\n[OOC]If he can't see out, he'll cast Dancing Lights and scan the area of the spell for anything untoward.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"I think that might have been more of a curse than an actual descriptor. He's probally refering to Sethra. We won't know what's going on until he wakes up and tells us or we find out ourselves, so if we're pressed for time it may be best to investigate ourselves, though it's easy to tell whats happened. Sethra now has access to every spell he's dreamed of, any resource's required to do what he needs and an army of standing gaurds. It's easy to see how this poor guy happened.\"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"I've got an idea, we take turns watching him for tonight, say...in Elthan’s room as he suggested. Tomorrow, we go out a secure some kind of transport for the Rashemi, such as a cart and head out as soon as possible.\" \n\nHe looks around the room nervously \"How's that sound?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Tanar'ri...why does that word sound so very familiar to me? Hmm could it.....nah...maybe..no way. Your just being paranoid now Callos. \n\nWith a shudder and a shake of his head the middle aged man watched at the care for the beserker. Granted he felt more then a little edgy about restoring a ravening lunatic to health when he potenially might still be enraged seemed a little foolish but it seemed to be the only way to save his life. Nothing he could do about it anywy, he didn't know anything about healing and he had no potions to give the man. On the subject at keeping watch over him though Callos's manner became a little stern and disapproving, a frown setting in over his face.\n\n\" Now hold on a second! From what he just said it sounds like the masked woman has been....killed. She didn't seem like the sort to go down easy so what if what killed her comes after this guy? I think we're better off taking this man to a temple and putting him in their care, then in the morning go back to check on him. Something smells rotten here and its not this fella. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe taciturn orc shrugs at Callos' suggestion, still glancing out over the street,\n\n\" Think about that. If there's as much danger as yer alluding ta, how much better are ya navigating the streets at night than holing up in something vaguely defensible here? PLenty'a things what go bump in the night can see better in the dark than any'a ya, or even me, and those're the sorts'a thing'll be looking if anything. 'Sides, any tracker worth their salt follows a ttrail from start ta finish, and that'll lead them here some time or another and we might be up a creek anyway. I know I'd canvas the inn if I wass tracking that poor sod. \"\n\nHe turns away from the door, closing it up behind him. He regards his gather companions, shaking his head softly,\n\n\" No, no, I think we're best setting in here fer the night. Morning'll be more ta our favor, and his, He flicks his head towards the subdued barbarian, \" We just need ta keep up our guard and keep up a watch is all. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby and Fizahn bar the door and shutter the windows, keeping them open just enough to peer outside for any signs of danger.\n\nThe snowfall has increased in intensity. Achkby watches as the berserker's bloody footprints in the snow are quickly erased. A small blessing, perhaps.\n\nA swarm of dancing lights makes a quick sweep of the perimeter, revealing deserted streets covered in newfallen snow.\n\n[hr]\nAeroz seems almost reluctant to sheathe his magic rapier. The elf rogue unbuckles his cutlass and leaves it lying on a table in order to make room for his new weapon.\n\nThen he and Elthan carry the berserker up to Elthan's room. Semi-conscious, the berserker mumbles deliriously ...\n\n\"Tanar'ri ... demon bitch ... unholy alliance ... must warn the Iron Lord ... must warn the Lodges ...\"\n\n[hr]\nLumpy and Hajih, for once, are in agreement, and both prepare to fortify the inn against any intruders. The innkeeper, taking in the entire situation, looks grim but shrugs and pulls a brace of loaded heavy crossbows from under the bar, placing them within easy reach. His daughter boils some water and prepares a large pot of steaming hot coffee to prepare for a long night ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy surveys the common room thouroughly with a seasoned veteran's eye, taking in every bit of furniture with consideration for it's potential tactical value. He nods a few times, affirming a mental defensive layout while murmuring quietly, \" Yeah, yeah.. That'll work nice. And that... \" After a short spell, he looks up, beckoning to some of his stronger compatriots,\n\n\" Hey, some'a you c'mere, help me move some'a these tables and chairs. We wanna arrange everything ta muck up anyone coming through the door from getting a straight run inta the room. kinda like this.. \"\n\nGesturing rapidly, he describes a staggered series of barricades, if such a word could be used. more an obsticle than anything else, but every bit might count." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nFacing towards the door, Hajih gestures to Lumpy.\n\n \"You take the left half of the room and I'll take the right half?\"\n\n\"Aeroz 'er Thokk 'er someone, help me with the barricades on this side.\" \n Gotta admit, that Lump...heh...of a Half-Orc, has good sense when it comes to planned violence " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy grunts agreement in response to Hajih, moving to array his heavy tables singlehandedly, orcish thews straining to apply themselves to a task they're designed so well for. He performs his manual labor silently, with little complaint save for the slightest grunts of exertation, taking the opportunity to think, his crude features waxing contemplative.\n\n Damned humans are finally stepping down fom their pedastal. Figures they'd wait 'til we were all about to die to do it, too. Hells, guess I'll just have to keep everyone from dying then. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Just a thought, the last time something like this happened, the room was hit with a magical darkness. This just seems too similar to be a coincidence. \"\n\nAeroz helps Lumpy or Thokk with the moving of tables to form barricades.\n\n[OOC: Aeroz would have put his old Rapier on the table, not the cutlass. Better damage on off hand is good.]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nMumbling to himself as he helps the wounded bezerker\n\n \"Demon bitch, well, that is a given with demon lords, they all do tend to be rather nasty folk, but the name before, Tanar'ri, I should know that, it bodes ill, who is the Iron Lord, is it possible.....?\" \n\nThokk shakes his head, clears his thoughts and helps prepare the inn\n\n \"Ach ok, we gots to prepare, need barriaces set up, but also upturned tables behind to shield behind, Innkeeper, is there a basement here?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe felt a small twinge of shame as he stood there and Lumpy and Hajih shuffled around the furniture to better fortify their room. A small one. Afterall he hadn't learned magic to perform physical labor after all. That didn't mean he wasn't going to help though. He just needed to figure out how to work it first. And then it hit him. Hurrying out of the door the necromancer hurried down to the innkeeper with a mischevious smile on his face...\n\n((OOC: Sent what I'm doing to DR))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"We should have someone gaurd the bezerker. Thokk or Lissa, I would like one of you to help gaurd him with me. It would be silliy if we barricade the door only to have them come through a window.\"\n\nElthan will go to the bezerkers room and set up a single candle in a far corner. He uses his cloak and the shadows to conceal himself.\n\n(OOC: Going to set up an ambush. I'm taking 20 to hide for a total of 25. If Thokk is helping, he should try to stay in sight, near the candle of bezerker. If Thokk would rather be up front, Lissa should try to hide as well. Additionally I cast Mage armor on myself.)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Hey all! First day of classes today. Iskandria is sweet! So much fun. Only one person has gotten drunk in my aartment so far, and we got the water running yesterday, so I got my first shower in 4 days about 24 hrs ago. Life is good, but better clean.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves deliberately about the place, offering aid wherever it might be needed, and otherwise seeking out whoever is available for conversation. If he's free, Achkby will see if he can talk to Aeroz.\n\n[OOC]I'm sort of out of the flow of things, but I'll try to find something interesting & useful for Achkby to do at some point soon.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thinking about it some more, Aeroz also leaves his old rapier on the table, next to the cutlass. He sits in a corner admiring his new weapon, his other swords already forgotten.\n\n[hr]\nElthan slips upstairs into the Rashemi's room, closing the door behind him. Callos leaves a note on the door, pinned by a dagger.\n\nDown below, the rest of the party prepares to defend the inn. The innkeeper and his family retreat to the rear, getting out of your way. As he leaves the main room, he points out a trapdoor behind the bar to Thokk. The cellar lies down below, filled with barrels of wine and ale.\n\n[hr]\nLong hours pass, and after a while, some of you begin to nod off. Lissa curls up in a corner, snoring lightly. Aeroz polishes the magic rapier, keeping its finish mirror bright.\n\nLumpy squints into the darkness, silent and brooding, and the snow continues to fall. It is nearly dawn when he spots some movement outside the inn.\n\nA trio of gaunt men move slowly down the street towards the inn. They are dressed in long flowing cassocks and top hats, looking like magistrates or ministers of some kind. They seem to float an inch or two above the snow-covered streets, leaving no footprints.\n\nLumpy blinks and rubs his eyes, unsure if he might be dreaming ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan's masterful plan to gaurd the injured seems to be working. He's stuck in the corner of a dark, cold room, covered by a cloak watching an injured man sleep. His spear-point digs into the floor, having to be lower and covered so as not to attract a glare.\n\n This is less exciting than anticipated. At least it will be morining soon... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDrooping eyelids threatened to whisk Lumpy off to sleep as he stared out through the cracked shutters. As the first shreds of morning light began to rake across the horizen, doubts bubbled to the surface of his mind,\n\n Looks like a whole night wasted on a bad assumption. Just as like the necromancer was just working us up.. Toying with us.. \n\nStill, he'd pulled many a night watch in his day, and he'd stick this one out to completion. Pushing back his weariness beneath a stubborn facade, he resumed his scanning.\n\n----\n\nThe approaching figures quickly snap the taciturn orc from any remaining hint of drowsiness. He squints, rubbing his eyes and checking again to be absolutely certain of what he's seeing. With a determined nod, he rises from his chair, slipping on his guantlets. In a practiced maneuver, he slaps an armored palm against the windowsill with a sharp BANG, barking out alarm,\n\n\" Up on yer feet, naptime's over! WE got something suspicious floating our way! \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Of course they come now. They couldn't have come when we expected them.\" Fizahn complains bitterly to himself as he loads his crossbow. Moving swiftly, he takes cover behind a table and aims at the door. \"Do we attack first or wait to hear them out?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, we wait them out here, ill take foward, other lads to the sides, there are more of us then them, perhaps we can flank em.\" \n\nThokk gets into a defensive stance, and readies an action to charge should they attack" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Startled awake by Lumpy, the others quickly move into position. Thokk stands in the center of the room, ready to charge the door. Lissa and Fizahn take cover behind an overturned table, crossbow loaded and ready.\n\nLumpy monitors the advance of the ghoulish men (if that's what they are). They float closer, the hems of their cassocks occasionally leaving a serpentine trail when they touch the pristine snow.\n\nThe three of them drift to a halt about just across from the inn, facing the doorway. Come out, come out, wherever you are ... one calls out mockingly.\n\n[hr]\nUpstairs, Elthan starts when he hears the slam of Lumpy's hand on the windowsill. Cautiously, he moves over to the shuttered window and peeks down through a crack, looking down at the three figures below.\n\nThe berserker stirs restlessly in his sleep, beads of sweat breaking out across his brow." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer groaned and sat up carefully stretching and grabbing his spellbook. Of course something had shown up in the middle of the night. At least they where prepared though. Hopefully. Normal creatures didn't float normally so he wasn't quite sure what these things could be. Well at least he could try to goad them since they already knew they were here.\n\n\" C'mon in spooks! The doors not locked and the innocents are gone! \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nArming himself with two throwing axes, newly bought, Hajih grins and gets ready to throw them if the strange floating men attack." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Not likely, pal. We're good and cozy where we are. Only way yer dealing with us is inside, so don't waste my time. \"\n\nGrowling one last curse through the shutter, Lumpy slams it shut, latching and barring it behind him. He moves back, positioning himself to the left of the door, shifting a few chairs around to give himself a bit of cover, but nothing so complete as to stop him from advancing.\n\nReadying his arms, his flail lain upon a chair within easy reach and his dagger loosely held in his left hand, he speaks up, his voice low, soft but fiercely intense,\n\n\" Alright, we wanna keep 'em pinned down best we can, do plenty'a damage before they get far in. And keep yer wits about ya. Could be this is just a setup fer something else, knowing the players. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I'm very sorry. I gto sick for a couple of days, and then we went to Cairo. WHich was done badly. Anyway, I should be around now. Supposedly you only gt sick once.\n\n Achkby \n Floating? \nLumpy's word muddles through his brain, unenthusiastically seeking a meaning.\n They're floating? \nHe opens his eyes and struggles to his feet, grasping for his spear.\nFinally, he voices his thopughts, rather groggily calling, \" Floating? \"\n\n Why did I expect something normal? Perhaps because we're in a city? Perhaps because all we've seen for weeks are humans and the odd elf or gnome? It's true. We've had a tame week; why not a familiar opponent for once? \n\nHe maneuvers behind some cover, joining Lissa and Fizahn if he can." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts with a helpless bit of a shrug,\n\n\" Looks that way. They got legs just fine, but they sure as daybreak ain't using them ta walk nowhere. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I doubt there is any way we're going to be able to negotiate with them. They seem far too arrogant as if they want to kill something.\" Fizahn aims his crossbow at the door, waiting to fire as soon as they enter. I hope they can't fly. \"I think we should have someone reinforce Elthan in case those devils can fly straight up to the room.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Yeah, \" grunts Achkby an octave or so higher than Lumpy, \" Some one should probably chck in back, too... \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, someone else, im buzy holdin the front\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the three men drift closer, one opens a sack and tosses a ragged bundle to the ground.\n\nThe roughly spherical object bounces once in the soft snow, then rolls to a stop. In the darkness, it takes you a moment to make out what it is. You recognize the braid first. No longer shiny, the blond hair is matted with black dried blood. Next, the eyes register - once ice blue and sparkling, now dull and opaque.\n\nThe three men tilt their heads back and laugh. They begin to ascend until they are at the level of the second floor of the building ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nCracking the shutter again to keep an himself appraised of the figures' movements, Lumpy curses in gutteral orcish,\n\n\" Damn, apparently they're just gonna skip all our pretty fortifications. They're going up! \"\n\nSlipping his dagger back into it's sheathe with a scowl, the burly orc catches up his flail, stepping out a few paces back into the center of the room. Appraisingly he throws a glance over his companions,\n\n\" We're gonna have ta split up. Half ta watch the ground floor here and make sure they don't double back down and half ta back up the mage and our guest. Either that or we drag everyone back downstairs quick-like. Any suggestions, or do I just start calling names? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa is already on her feet and dashing up the stairs, with Darius and Hajih following right behind her.\n\nThis leaves Lumpy, Aeroz, Fizahn, Achkby and Callos to defend the first floor. Fizahn cranes his neck to follow the three men as they levitate to the upper level.\n\nLumpy looks around. Anyone else? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby glances around as well, almost a bit guiltily, and then gives those remaining on the first floor a sort of sideways smile.\n\" I'm going upstairs, \" he says over his shoulder as he put his feet where his mouth is, \" But I say we try to stick together downstairs. We'll be back in a moment, Gods willing. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe big orc shrugs, turning himself sideways to best keep an eye on the front door and the room at large,\n\n\" Fine. Just don't dawdle none, and try not ta do anything unecessarily stupid. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Downstairs ... \n\nCallos opens his mouth as if he is about to say something, when suddenly there is a tremendous explosion from upstairs.\n\nAfter the BOOM! you can hear the patter of splintered debris and see a cloud of dust drifts down from the upper level.\n\nThere are cries of confusion and pain from upstairs ...\n\n[hr]\n Upstairs ... \n\nAchkby picks himself up off the floor. He had been following the others to Elthan's room, when the explosion had knocked him to the ground. Coughing, he performs a quick inspection and is relieved to discover that, aside from a few scratches, he is unhurt.\n\nPeering through the dust, he sees that Hajih, Darius and Lissa are down, blown across the hall to the opposite side. Elthan's room lies open to the hallway, and the half-elf's voice is audible as he chants frantically in draconic." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Hells, there's always something. Don't much like the implications'a that one. \"\n\nLumpy's armored heels mar the inn's floor as he spins abruptly, grumbling a few pointedly descriptive words in orcish to color his speech,\n\n\" Unless there's another explosion or something, you all stay put! \"\n\nFlail jangling in it's position held clear to the side of his legs, he jogs his way over to the staircase, powering his way up the stairs double-time." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "At the top of the stairs, dust continues to fill the hallway, obscuring your vision somewhat.\n\nFarther down the hallway, some doors crack open as other patrons of the inn peek out to see what is going on.\n\nYou can hear moaning from within the now-doorless room, and you see several flashes of light from a set of magic missiles being cast within the room ..." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " The Priest of Umberlee \nthe door slams open and out walks a lean man wearing a brown leather vest. this vest is wide open revealing a silver chain shirt that seems to be covered in watery glop. This man's face bears a scowl as he looks at the mishapen orcish figure with the flail. His head is covered by a brown bandana, a image of two waves going apart painted on the front. Under this bandana is a mess of seaweed green hair flowing out of the bandana like a cascade of water. In one hand he holds a masterfuly crafted trident with the images of krakens and ships inscribed in the metal. In his left hand he holds an also finely crafted cutlass that seems well-used.\n\nThe green-haired man frowns at the half orc standing in the the hall and says leave this inn at once Half-orc or I shall be forced to call upon the powers of the mighty Umberlee to force you out! As he says the name Umberlee he grins revealing a set of sharp almost shark like teeth." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "A halfling woman, short brown hair an unruly mess and brown eyes flicking over the scene, grasps a small longsword. Her face is tanned and lined with wrinkles that suggest she has not spent much time laughing in her life. Her brown tunic is rumpled and her legs and feet are bare. Though she says nothing, her small mouth betrays an unmistakable expression of disgust when she sees the half-orc. Her posture declares her state of readiness, but she makes no move to attack.\n\n Is this the cause of the explosion, or just another lucky traveler? " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n If they flew straight up to the room, what's to stop them flying straight back down? I'm not going to do any good right here. \"I'm going outside to see if I can snipe them from below.\" Fizahn announces to the others in the main room before hurriedly rushing to the door. He exits the inn and starts looking for the gaping hole that he figures is in the building now. He keeps his crossbow at the ready to shoot any flying creatures." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nPulling his spear from his bac, Achkby begins to forge his way through the mess of debris, fanning the dust from his face with his spare left hand.\n\nIgnoring the muddled shouts from the other patrons and the roaring that is clearly Lumpy downstairs, he looks frantically around, unsure if he wants to see movement or not." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe pugnacious orc nearly stops at the sight of unexpected persons imposing themselves in his path. Nearly. But the sight of comrades fallen in the hall and Elthan's doorless room left no room for dawdling with trivialities. If anything, Lumpy's lopsided pace quickens, his broad form advancing quickly towards his goal. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation unfolding, the warrior can't help but sneer at the man who challanged him, eyes rolling in amused defiance, Figures they single me out.. He growls, his voice deep and uncultured, all urgency and vieiled threat,\n\n\" Yeah, I bet. I got more important things ta deal with, in case ya ain't noticed. Ya and me can sort out yer bigotry later \"\n\nIntent upon reaching his companions, the big half-breed moves to shove anyone who intervenes out of his way." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The halfling smirks and follows the half-orc, trotting to keep up. Her sword is held ready, but she does not threaten the half-orc with it.\n\n I think I have my answer. " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Stop and face me half-orc! says the green haired man now angry, as he sees the large half orc ignore him he yells I said stop! and begins chanting some words at the end of his chant he points his finder twards the half-orc.\n\n\n(( hold person spell DC 20 to resist (I think) if it succedes then spell lasts 4 rounds))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n(( Will Save: Hold Person (1d20+2=22) ))\n\nAs the magic washes over him, Lumpy flicks an irate glance at the priest, gritting his fangs in mental exertation,\n\n\" I dunno who in the Hells yer God is, but I'll swear ta mine- If yer meddling keeps me from protecting me and mine, I'll send ya ta meet him. Pike off! \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"Oh, by Mielikki's breasts, boy. He's not a marauder, you idiot.\" The halfing just looks at the priest like he's an irritating teenager." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, if ye be helpin then help! Otherwise bugger off\" \n\nOOC: Not sure why I wasnt included on where I would be, so ill just assume I followed the group" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "looking at the halfling the priest grins his toothy grin as if amused, then he turns to the half orc not a murauder eh? then what are you a circus clown?! whats your game half orc? " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"Are you completely daft, boy? There's no time for chatting now! Can't you see the inn is under attack?\" Idiot kid! \n\nThe halfling proceeds to ignore anything else from the \"priest\" and follows the half-orc." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Downstairs ... \n\nFizahn unbolts the door and dives outside, rolling to a kneeling position 15 feet from the doorway, snapping his crossbow to his shoulder and aiming upward towards the second floor. He is surprised to see no smoking hole on the outside of the building. In fact, he can see no sign of any of the three men, nor any signs of forced entrance ...\n\nThokk continues to stand ready in the center of the tavern, guarding the main door (thrown open by Fizahn). The first rays of dawn spill through the open doorway, illuminating the floorboards in a rosy glow.\n\nDespite Lumpy's warning to stay put (or perhaps because of it), when Thokk sees no threats outside, he spins on his heels and charges up the stairs, one step at a time ...\n\n[hr]\n\n Upstairs ... \n\nLissa coughs and staggers to her feet, her face blackened by soot. She seems relatively unhurt, likely saved by her quick gnomish reflexes.\n\nLumpy growls as he brushes by the green-haired stranger into Elthan's room. Achkby slips in beside him, as does another female halfling adventurer (roused from her sleep by the explosion).\n\nThe room remains dark and shuttered, illuminated only by brief flashes of light at Elthan, backed into a corner fires round after round of magic missiles at the trio of gaunt men gathered about the berserker's bed.\n\nThe men, in their cassocks and top hats, seem to ignore the sorceror's magic missiles for the most part, concentrating instead on laying their hands on the berserker who writhes and screams in agony, his back arched and his fists clenched ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Damn. I thought they went straight up. I should assess the possibilities. That might not be Elthan's room, they can pass through walls, or they replaced the wall they blew open with an illusion spell so passing travelers wouldn't be surprised. That seems the most likely. I'll just test it. Fizahn aims at the wall and fires a bolt at the inn's wall where he believe's Elthan's room to be." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn's crossbow bolt hits the stucco wall, and sticks there quivering. Apparently the wall (at least that section) is solid." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Damn. I suppose I'll have to apologize for that.\" Think logically. There's not anything I could do out here shooting through an illusionary wall. If I wait for them to come this way, it will be too late. I have to use the stairs. Mumbling gnomish curses to himself, Fizahn reenters the inn's common room. He rushes toward the stairs reloading his crossbow. \"Let's go! We can't do any good down here! We need to help them.\" Fizahn shouts at Callos and Aeroz." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Yes, indeed. The small one is correct!\" says an unfamiliar voice.\n\nFizahn, Callos, and Aeroz rush up the stairs, their weapons drawn and ready." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "The green haired priest flashes another shark grin at the halflingf before saying fine I'll play along for now and follows the misshapen half orc up the stairs weapons still drawn and at the ready" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The abrasive green-haired newcomer is shouldered aside by Thokk, who mutters under his breath in dwarven.\n\nClambering up the stairs are Aeroz, Fizahn, and Callos. Callos looks a little bit sheepish, but he is relieved to see Hajih begin to stir. Darius remains knocked out cold on the floor. Aeroz has his rapier drawn, and he looks eager to test the new blade on whatever might be inside Elthan's room.\n\nThe berserker's screams stop, replaced by an eerie silence ..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih shakes his head and groans.\n\nClimbing to his feet, he rummages around beside him and finds his hat. He pulls on the oversized headgear and picks up his two axes.\n\n \"Okay, which one of those jokers set off that explosion?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nGlaring at the mysterious trio through her soot-blackened face, Lissa hefts her loaded crossbow and circles quietly around to the back of the room. It's dark out, right? Here's hoping lamplight doesn't affect shadowstuff. She aims carefully and fires at the closest intruder. TWANG! A flash of glistening black flies toward the cassocked figure.\n\n\nOOC: Attempt to flank one of the Black Hats with whichever ally is convenient. Lissa is using +1 shadowstuff bolts.\n\nAttack: Woo, my dice like me tonight! Roll 18 + 8 = 26.\nDamage, normal: I take that back. Roll 1 + 1 = 2 damage.\nDamage, sneak 3d6: Rolls 3+5+4 = 12 damage." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nStuck in a corner, Elthan formulates a new plan. He cast a spell and runs up to discharge it on them.\n\n\n(OOC: Casting Touch of Idiocy \n Melee touch attack (1d20+2=4) \n\nI beleive thats a miss under any circumstance and I know have attracted thier attention mybye?)" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The halfing woman's face is grim as she moves in to attack one of the strange men in top hats with her longsword. This isn't the stupidest thing I've done, but it's way up there at the top... She swings wildly, clearly disturbed by both their appearance and actions.\n\nOOC--\n natural 1 :(" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nIt was reassuring to see some of his company still stirring, and better that that fool of a priest had quit trying to annoy him as Lumpy rounded the doorframe. Regardless, Lumpy made no effort to interact with the man - With the room's unfolding scene now clearly visable, he had bigger fish to fry.\n\nRaising his flail high enough to avoid hitting his the short-folk who'd joined him in the room, he flicks his wrist, initiating a momentum-gathering spin. Doubts crossed his mind, It can't be this simple. Gonna be a trick to it. , but he quashed them. Action was what was needed, even if it was the wrong one. With a wordless warcry, he barrels into the room, seeking to lay a strike on one of the men whilst his back is turned,\n\n((OOC\nLumpy will approach whichever of the floating men is easiest to get to and attack, applying -2/+4 power attack\n\n Attack and Damage - Floaty Guy (1d20+10=27, 1d10+11=16) \n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa slips into the room practically unnoticed, drilling one of the intruders with a shadowstuff bolt. The man recoils in surprise, his face registering disbelief as he looks down and sees the projectile protruding from his chest.\n\nLumpy smashes a second man with his shadowstuff flail, sending him crashing into a wall (amazingly, his top hat stays on his head).\n\nThe female halfling darts in with her sword drawn. She looks both confused and determined at the same time.\n\nElthan peels himself out of the corner and lunges for the remaining man. To his dismay, his hands pass right through the figure's body. The man smiles and lifts his hands from the now-motionless body of the berserker.\n\nA faint orange glow outlines the shuttered windows as the sun rises outside.\n\n[hr]\nA bottleneck forms at the entrance to Elthan's room as half a dozen of you try to cram inside.\n\nHajih moans and rubs his head. Callos helps him to his feet, sheepishly. \"Well, about the explosion ... it was, umm, sort of my fault ...\"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " By all that is good, what in the nine hells are these things? Floating men with strange hats that cannot be touched! What am I into? \n\nOOC--\n 20 + 7 \nI'm guessing that this is wasted, as the sword has no special properties other than being masterwork, so I didn't bother to roll for the critical or damage or the second attack." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"What in the nine hells are those things?\" The disbelief on Fizahn's face is evident and he tightens his grip on his 'short sword.' He looks at the bottleneck around the doorway. He quickly takes a step and dives and rolls around legs to get into an attack position on the closest man. He springs up and stabs the man with his dagger.\n\nOOC: Tumble: 27 (16+11) \n Attack: 24 (16+8) \n Damage: 4 (2+2) " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's response is grunted quickly between practiced methodical breathing, wasting as little time and air as possible,\n\n\" Who cares?.. Less Talk.. more hurting.. \"\n\nStaying true to his word, the burly half-breed wrangles his rebounding flail back on course, shifting his position to put himself in better contact with one of the top-hats. Tightening his grip, he muscles out another series of powerful strikes.\n\n((OOC\nLumpy will use his 5ft step to set up flanks if possible, or to move himself adjacent to 2 enmies for potential cleaving action, if possible.\n\n Full Attack - Floaty Guys, PA -2/+4 (1d20+10=30, 1d10+11=21, 1d20+5=19, 1d10+11=18) \nPossible Crit?\n Critical Threat (1d20+10=23, 1d10+11=20) \n\nAnd invisiblecastle totally loves me right now.\n))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa grins viciously as her bolt slams home, her nimble fingers already loading another of her precious shadowstuff bolts. Once again, the petite blonde archer brings up her crossbow, aims at the wounded Black Hat, and fires.\n\n\nOOC: Doesn't look like any of the Black Hats moved, so I'm assuming I've still got flanking action.\n\n Attack: 12 + 8 = 20 \n \nDamage, normal: 6 + 1 = 7 \n \nDamage, sneak: 4 + 4 + 5 = 13 \nTotal 20 damage." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "The green haired priest seeing now way to get through the bottleneck at the door is simply content to stand in the doorway his arms crossed watching the unfolding scene with a frown on his face." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa fires another shadowstuff bolt into one of the spectres, who grimaces in outrage.\n\nLumpy slams his flail into the second spectre repeatedly, and Fizahn slips undeneath the half-orc to stab the creature with his magic sword.\n\nThe newcomer slices right through the third spectre, but is dismayed to see that her sword has done no damage.\n\nThe insubstantial man grins as he grabs a hold of Elthan's wrists. You can almost see energy being drained from the half-elf as his eyes roll up into his head and his knees sag.\n\nThe entire room is bathed in a dull orange glow as the shutters are faintly outlined by the rising sun outside.\n\n\nOOC: Spectres 1 and 2 take damage but are immune to sneak attacks and criticals. Elthan is drained of 2 levels. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Dammit, I wish I could be of help here, but I can't affect these things. Something to distract them might help these folks. \n\nThe halfling woman backs away and starts casting a spell, Summon nature's Ally I, then poof a wolf appears and joins the fray to help flank with the others." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn ducks and rolls around the spectre. He pops back onto his feet in a flanking position with Lumpy. He quickly drives his dagger into the wraith. A smile of satisfaction crosses his face at the hit.\n\nOOC: Tumble= 22 (11+11) \n Attack= 30 (20+10)\nDamage= 5 (3+2) " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The scene inside the room is pure chaos. Crossbow bolts are flying, small humanoids are diving and rolling about the room, the half-orc is whirling his flail overhead, the half-elf drops to his knees, and suddenly a wolf appears, teeth bared, snapping its jaws at the three top hatted spectres.\n\nWith the windows shuttered, barely any of the dawn light filters into the room, making it hard to tell exactly what is going on.\n\nThe scene outside the room is little better. A ranger in a large floppy hat, a green-haired spellcaster, a dwarf, an elf with a shiny rapier, and a human or two are crowded about the doorway, unable to fit inside. The dust is just beginning to settle from the explosion that disintegrated the door ...\n\nAlmost forgotten is the inert body of the Rashemi berserker lying in the center of the bed." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Angry Human Male \n\nA door on the otherside of the hallway slams shut and opens again. Back and forth it swings on the verge of closing tight and opening wide, the sounds of a stuggle coming from the other side. Suddenly it flies open all the way revealing an angry bare-chested human male in brown breeches and an equally resolute human female in hastily donned robes. They are squared off, having a heated exchange.\n\nNow that the door is wide open, the possibility of being seen by strangers prompts the man to clamp his mouth shut. His glances out of the corner of his eyes to the hallway and his face turns bright red. Clearly he is exasperated and through clenched teeth he hisses, \"Nyssa, no! This has NOTHING to do with us!\" \n\nVeins can be seen popping up on the side of his closely shaven head. Impossibly, his face seems to turn even more red." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Resolute Human Female \n \"Nolan, if you don't get out of my--\" she realizes that the door is open, and she can walk right around the man. Which she does. \"Either you help me, or you don't, brother.\" \n\nShe leaves all thoughts of him behind, walking out of the room as if there's no other choice. To her, there isn't. It feels like there's a problem she can solve. The woman pushes her long, black hair back from her face, and peers inside the room that's drawing so much attention.\n\nOnce she realizes what's going on, Nyssa casts Magic Missile at the first ghostly shape she sees." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan lets out a grunt of frustration and quickly gathers his bracers, amulet and an odd pointed metal rod with a wooden handle. He equips the items as he rushes out the door, his surprising speed easily placing him ahead of the woman with a few quick bounds.\n\n \"Just stay back. And if anything gets past me, you run. Got it?\" His jaw clenches once. All these years he's watched her grow in terms of power and skill but he's never gotten used to the sight of his sister in danger.\n\n Nothing will get past me.\n\nWell... okay she got past me. But nothing else. \n\nTaking a deep breath, his face goes blank. The quiet hum of his mantras buzz in his head as he sinks into a battle stance, transforming him from a tense mass of knots into a languid arc of muscle and bone." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Cursing in several languages at once, the halfling woman tries to edge her way out of the room, hopefully letting someone else in who can actually help here.\n\n Almost good I didn't grab the bow, I'd have no room to use it here. What a mess! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThis was taking too long, and every excess moment added another uncertainty to the fight. Undead had never been Lumpy's specialty, but smashing had thus far worked out surprisingly well for him. That suited him just fine - smashing things WAS his specialty.\n\nThe half-orc shifts backwards a half-step, willing his bad knee to move fluidly as he dropped his stance in preparation for a series of low blows. They needed to settle this quick, he suspected. The berzerker looked decisively dead now, and he imagined the sorcerer was going to need a trip to a temple after whatever that thing had done to him.\n\n((OOC\nMore smashing, same as the first.\n\n Another Full Attack, PA -2/4 (1d20+10=21, 1d10+11=14, 1d20+5=18, 1d10+11=15) \n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Finally, the wraith being engaged by Fizahn and Lumpy succumbs to the shadowstuff flail, bursting into shreds of dark shadow, which scurry into the corners and disappear like cockroaches fleeing from the light.\n\nMore strangers, fellow inn lodgers presumably, push into the room, and one fires magic missiles at the spectre wounded by Lissa's shadowstuff bolts. It, too, explodes into shadows and vanishes.\n\nThat leaves only one spectre, who lets go of Elthan's wrists and lunges instead for Lumpy. As the spectre grabs a hold of Lumpy's arm, the half-orc feels chilled as though his body heat is being drained away. Lumpy's arm begins to tremble and his thoughts become muddled and thickened ...\n\nAn unfamiliar voice calls from the door, Open the shutters you idiots! " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Duh... Fizahn dives back from the ghost and quickly springs back up at the window. Why are there never any normally placed windows? He attacks the window viciously, struggling to get the shutters open.\n\nOOC: Tumble= 22 (11+11) \n\nI don't know if Fizahn could get the shutters open, being 3' 3\" and I have no clue how high up the window is." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'If ye need a window, make a window!\" \n\nThokk, still outside the room, forces his way into the room and smashes the window open, bullrushing his way through\n\nOOC: Hey, sorry for the lack of posts, im in Colorado right now and expected there to be internet in our room, but alas there was not. Ill be back Wednesday, probally wont be able to post in the meantime due to log cabins not having wireless connections. After that Im good to go." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa speaks softly and points at the final shadowy form. Three more purple missiles shoot out from her hands and wing their way towards her target." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Messy. Knowing he'd catch an earful from Nyssa if he just stood there, Nolan contemplates leaping in. Seeing the room is already packed, he opts to stand guard in front of his sister in case her attack provokes the ire of the wraith." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "The Green haired priest has been leaning on a wall outside the room looking bored for most of the battle, but when he sees that the half-orc has been grabed he mutters Hey! I need him for imformation. With that he attempts to roll past the feet in the doorway but crashes into someone instead knocking them over. with that he steps over them into the room. Rushing foreward now he attempts to spear the wraith with his magical trident but stumbles as he rushes over and finds his trident lodged in the wooden floor unable to be removed\n\n Tumble http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=526767 \n4 + 2 = 6 :P\n\n Attack http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=526779 \n1 + 6 = 7 :P groan" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Having been kncoked down by the guy with the trident, the halfling woman just crawls out of the way.\n\n That damn boy... " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih shoves one of the axes back in his belt and draws out his shadowstuff dagger, pushing his way into the room as he does.\n\nOOC:\nAttack, Throwing Axe: 12\nDamage, 6\n\nAttack, Dagger: 10\nDamage: 4" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Window? Lissa glances up from her crossbow at the shuttered window, where the first rays of dawn are leaking through. Her dark eyes widen in realization. \"Sunlight! They're probably undead, so we need sunlight!\" Deftly dodging Thokk, she swallows visibly at Lumpy's reaction to the creature's touch and reaches for a rather crude looking silver medallion on a string. Too late for Lumpy and Elthan now, but at least I might be able to save myself... The gnome chants a short phrase in what seems to be an archaic dialect of Gnomish. White light flares briefly around her, then fades.\n\n\nOOC: Cast domain spell protection from evil. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDesperation could be a powerful thing, a conclusion Lumpy had reached after more than a decade of soldiering. Few things had as much potential for disaster as a man forced to his last recourse - After all, a pyrrhic victory was much more satisfying than a defeat.\n\nDespite a newfound inability to properly focus his eyes, the dizziness, and the growing nausea the spectre's touch bestowed, the stubborn orc wasn't about to let it get the last laugh, oh no. Squinting to fight off the former two detriments, he swallows the third and retaliates, throwing all his strength into a series of wild blows designed to push his foe back, if nothing else.\n\n((OOC\n\nFull -6/+12 Power attack. Penalties for Level drain aren't added, nor are any potential flanking bonuses.\n\n Full Attack, PA -6/+12 (1d20+6=16, 1d10+19=22, 1d20+1=21, 1d10+19=21) \n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk knocks Fizahn aside as he smashes open the shutters from inside. Light floods the room, blinding everyone for a moment. As the morning sunbeams strike the remaining spectre, it howls and dissolves into shadowy mist.\n\nThe bedchamber is left in total disarray. You find yourselves in a tangle of weapons, broken furniture, and other adventurers, some knocked to their knees or pushing themselves up off the floor.\n\nThe berserker lies in his bed, which has miraculously remained intact through the melee." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"Where did that explosion come from? Undead don't do that, do they? They never used to, at least none of the ones I've seen.\" The halfling woman pushes up on one knee to stand again amidst the rapidly calming chaos. She changes her grip on her little longsword to point the tip down, almost holding it like a walking stick." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa sidesteps her brother once again and squeezes her way into the room, helping people to stand as she passes them on her way to the berserker to check if he's beyond help.\n\n \"So, what business would the living dead have here? And no, undead don't tend to cause explosions, unless they have access to powerful magic. I doubt these would.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan groans at Nyssa's questions. There she goes again, poking her nose in strangers' affairs. This incident was none of their business and they would do best to pack their gear and find some other place to stay.\n\nStill, the explosion was admittedly odd. And these were very strange undead creatures. It's quite possible that this all may lead to the answers they'd been seeking all these years. He gives in, crosses his arms and listens, clearly uncomfortable in the midst of all these people." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nStaggering out from the back of the room, Elthan trys to walks towards the hallway. The specters touch left him feeling light-headed, cold, and weak.\n\n\"I don't think they caused the explosion. I was in the room and it seemed to come from outside in the hallway, but I don't feel up to remembering load noises and clouds of dust right now. Do any of you know a good counter for the affects of life draining?\"\n\nElthan wearily falls onto a wall for support. Fighting incorporeal undead is not an experiance I want to repeat. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Feh. In the names of the Gods and the dragons, get out of the effing way! \n\n\" Grah! \" shouts a high-pitched voice from the back of the mess.\n\" Out of the way, you! \" continues the voice.\n\nAchkby forces his way past the newcomers, flailing aphazardly with the handle of his spear.\n Crack! Smack! \nIt finally connects, and he erupts out of the jumble and into the room.\n\nTrying to take in the effects of the melee at a glance and utterly failing, he instead round on the onlookers in thew doorway.\n\" Who the Hell are you? \" he snarls at the unfamiliar faces in his best Lumpy.\n\" What do you think you're doin', eh? Back to yer rooms! \" he commands, sliding towards the darker accent of Thokk.\n\" Flee! Scram! \" he continues, reverting to the more rural cries of his home village. He waves the handle of his spear about yet more menacingly, taking a few step towards the mass at the door.\n\n Fools! And don't they even try to say they helped! One of them did a little something, but if the lot had just kept out of the way, the rest of us would have cleaned up this business in a moment! Goddamned meddlers! " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Oh sure. I could have opened the window if they made anything the right size in this giant place!\" Fizahn spends some more time in gnomish griping about the size of various objects before he turns his attention to the guests.\n\n \"Don't mind the schizophrenic halfling. Who are all of you and what business do you have here? I'm willing to bet the explosion was caused by that incompetent green person. He doesn't look very trustworthy.\" Fizahn walks over to the green haired priest and slaps his back. \"I'm just kidding. Would you mind introducing yourself and explaining what beef you have with Lumpy?\" \n\nOOC: PM sent your way Dr. Bob." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "standing up and finally managing to pull his trident out of the floor he says My name? My name is Silithos, and I am a priest of the Queen of The Depths who has sent me on a misson to spread the word of her power and to use that power on those that would defy her. I have traveled for quite a while, I have come all the way from the sword coast and have spread her word wherever I go. I had stopped here for the night when I was awakened by an explosion and would just like to know what in the name of the Bitch queen is going on! with that he looks inquisitivly at the gnome as if expecting an answer." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " What was I thinking, staying at an inn? Oh, right, Gladi wanted it. Poor thing. If she heard the explosion, she must be scared to death. I'd better go check on her as soon as I can. \n\n\"I'm called Delphinia. Sorry I couldn't be of more help. I don't deal with undead much. Excuse me, though. I was sleeping still when the explosion happened and I should get dressed.\" She has the grace to look a little embarrassed as she ducks out of the hallway and back into her room. She starts getting dressed, then gathering her gear." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nGlancing at the man leaning against the wall (Elthan), Nyssa adds, \"You'll need a days rest, or the help of a priest, to feel like yourself again.\" \n\nShe's suddenly struck by how tall she seems in this room, compared to many of its occupants, and tries to take care when moving across it.\n\nNyssa smiles at the irate halfling, unphased by his verbal and physical assault. \"You're quite right, I'm being terribly rude. I just wanted to check on the gentleman on the bed. If he's been struck down by these creatures, there may be some cause for concern. Though I suppose the light renders that moot. Anyhow, my name is Nyssa, and that bundle of cranky over there is my brother Nolan.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Gee, thaaaaanks Nyssa. \n\nNolan purses his lips and nods awkwardly to the odd assortment of guests." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy clears his throat with a cough, spitting on the floor carelessly. The short-statured orc seems a little shakenfrom his brush with undeath, but stubbornly determined not to show it as he crosses a room to inspect the berzerker,\n\n\" Weren't entirely here fer us, I figure. Related, but not really my fault. It's all hopelessly complicated, and considerably unhealthy. \"\n\nHe straightens himself out, looping his flail through his belt as he turns to face the crowd gathering in the room, singling out the priest with his gaze in particular.\n\n\" This is the only time I'll say this nice-like. Yer all much better off pretending this never happened and going about yer business as usual. Ain't none'a yer concern. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa puts the safety onto her crossbow with a click , then slings it over her shoulder by the attached strap. She looks over at Achkby with mild disapproval. \"Be civil, Achkby. They were just trying to help. Weren't you.\" This last is addressed to the newcomers as a whole, with a raised eyebrow. Although Lissa may not be as overtly hostile as some of her comrades, she's clearly not ready to welcome strangers with open arms either. She makes her way over to the Rashemi's body, examining his clothes and body for anything unusual (or valuable).\n\nAs Lumpy speaks, Lissa looks up and nods in agreement, her expression sober. \"He's right. You really don't want to get mixed up with the person behind this... we've already lost friends to him. He knows us, but he doesn't know you. Get out while you still can.\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos priest of Umberlee \n\nturing to Lumpy the green haired man says well I don't care how \"nice like\" you say it, im not leaving untill I get an answer to my very simple and highly justified question. with that he frowns and crosses his arms" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Just FYI, the OOC thread is open. Feel free to stop by The Naughty Nun for a drink. Take a moment to introduce yourself OOC as well, OK? " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts belligerantly in response to Silithos,\n\n\" Look, boy. The pissed off human with an entitlement complex thing? I've seen it all my life, and it ain't gonna make me much inclined ta share any'a my personal business. \"\n\nThe burly orc crosses the room deliberately, picking his way over to stare the priest in the eye, nonplussed by the half-foot height difference,\n\n\" I'm quite sure ya got all kinds of preconceptions about orcbloods like me, and I'm sure plenty'a them are right. With all those floating in yer little head, ya should understand full well that most don't put up with anyone looking down their noses on them. \" The snarl on Lumpy's scar-crossed face fades slightly as he shifts the subject, \" I'm sure yer real slighted over getting woke up by a ruckus, but this is common inn, and ruckuses happen all the time. Don't give ya no right ta come barging in and getting uppity. So I suggest those'a ya who can't be civil vacate our paid room, before I choose ta vacate ya myself, . \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nDeciding her best bet is to address Lissa directly, Nyssa continues. \"What 'person behind this' are you speaking of? I tend to concern myself anywhere the dead do not rest.\" \n\nShe then looks to the orc, \"I think you'll find I don't look down on anyone, unlike some. I'm happy to vacate if you prefer, but perhaps I could be of some help if I have a little more information?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWith the end of the chaos left in the spectre's wake the necromancer could only clear his throat while observing Lumpy and the green haired priest. More of his attention was focused on the two other humans who had entered the room and the other female halfling.\n\n\" To answer the question of how the explosion came to be...I...uh...apologize. I had intended for it to be a trap for our undead friends and ahem...forgot to include everyone except Thokk, Lumpy, and myself in the people allowed to pass it. Er...Sorry? \"\n\nAt the still growing tension however he not so subtley takes up a position behind the trident wielding antagonist with his spellbook not so subtley open in front of him.\n\n\" And I will also say 'nice like', this is a very complicated mess. Unless you also want to be tracked down and maybe killed, possessed, driven mad, go to the Hells, be frozen, pelted with magical bolts, struck blind, or bashed in the head a blunt object until you stop twitching then they have it right. Don't get involved, however if none of the above bother you by all means stick around and I'll be happy to fill in what I know. However you can and will show manners to Lumpy and Lissa. They have more then deserved anyones respect even if they DON'T know it. \"\n\n I hate to be this blunt, espicially this late at night, but they have a point. If they can't take the heat then better to not even put them in the frying pan. " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nSticking the axe and dagger back in their respective places on his person, Hajih smiles before saying\n\n \"Now Lumpy, these people, while not invited to do so, gave ya a bit of a hand in here. Well, except you\" He points to Silithos \"But regardless, I'm Hajih, your guide to caves, tunnels and all manner of underground vistas...at least I would be if I weren't currently employed\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa blinks and cranes her neck, staring up at Callos. \"Can't anyone in this group be polite... wow, I do?\" Now THAT'S a new one. If anything, I consider myself indebted to the rest of the group. She turns her attention back to the newcomers, absently twirling her long blonde braid around one finger. \"Don't think anyone's been frozen yet, unless you count the magical sleet storm, and I don't think anyone's been sent to the Hells... but everything else on his list has happened to one or more of us. Oh! Hey Callos, you forgot to include 'poisoned', 'starved', 'lost in the Underdark', and now 'energy drained'! Gods, I hope there's a temple in town capable of curing that.\" The gnome gives Lumpy and the half-elven mage concerned looks, then remembers what she was doing.\n\n \"Um. Anyway, you- Nyssa?- got it right with undead. There's an ancient necromancer's spirit behind all this.\" She scowls. \"Son of a dretch and a kobold... he's been hopping around possessing people for years and years. And now he's got his hooks into a girl who was part of our group until recently. That would be bad enough, but it turned out that she's the heir to a noble family.\" Lissa sighs, running a hand over her face. \"So not only does he have a body, he's got loads of gold and people under his command. It's a bad, bad situation.\" She glances at the Rashemi's corpse. \"The Rashemi got wind of it somehow, sent one of their masked witches and a bunch of burly guards to investigate. The witch's head got sent back here in a sack along with one insane guard. Who is now lying there dead.\" \n Okay, I've given them the gist without mentioning names. If they do the smart thing and book it, or if one of them is untrustworthy, they won't have too many details. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Necromancer's spirit? Nolan quickly moves forward. This could be the lead he and his sister have been searching for at last!\n\n \"Tell us how to find this necromancer! Tell us Everything you know!\" He demands of Lissa.\n\n \"Nolan, you really need to work on your inter-personal skills.\" Nyssa had said just the day before when he tried to book their room and ended up in an argument with the innkeep. Well his request to the halfling was to the point wasn't it? How much more polite could you get than not wasting another's time? He was sure Nyssa would be pleased with his progress in diplomacy." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Oh goodness. \n \"Nolan! Did they send you away to a monestary to be raised, or a circus?\" \n \"We're... our... I don't even know where to start. Suffice it to say, we're interested in learning more about your necromancer. Nolan's right, he could be linked to what happened to our family. Even if he's not, it's important to us. Our family has been helping lay the dead to rest for generations, and we're not about to stop now.\" \n\nShe pauses for a minute, and then looks directly at Lissa. \"And, I want to say right now that I'm very sorry about your friend's possession, and all the hardships you and your companions have been through. That can't have been easy, any of it.\" Nyssa's face is kind and open, and she means every word that she says." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "after Lumpy makes his comment Silithos mutters under his breath but loud enough to be heard I'd like to see you try . Then he tuns to the necromancer grinning one of his shark toothed grins. Hell Ive been in many of those situstions before, plus Ive drowned and almost been eaten by a kraken at the same time, I assure you I can handle myself. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia reappeared in the back of the group, now outfitted in an obviously high-quality suit of chainmail with leaf-motif edging and carrying a silvery bow with finely carved leaf-motif scrollwork. Slung across her back was a small pack and a quiver of arrrows and belted at her waist was the sword she weilded previously.\n \"I don't know much about undead, which I guess you figured already. But if there's one thing I do know about, it's hunting things down and making them pay for what they've done. Since I'm not currently doing that, I offer my bow, which I swear is better than my sword, to help. If you kids'll have it, that is.\" By the look of things, they can handle themselves, but if they're stupid enough to turn down help offered freely, maybe I don't want to travel with them after all. Still, it's been too long since I had company, especially small company. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is a ragged gasp from the bed, startling everyone.\n\nTurning around, you see that the Rashemi berserker hasn't quite succumbed to his wounds. Life has almost been completely drained from his body, but this seems to have paradoxically calmed his mind, and he speaks clearly for the first time since he stumbled into the inn last night.\n\n\"I'm not dead yet ...\" he whispers, with his foreign accent.\n\n\"The spectres ... will be back ... you have been marked now ...\"\n\nHe turns his head weakly as he watches Silithos and Lumpy confronting each other.\n\n\"No time to fight ... the necromancer has forged an alliance with an emissary of the Baneson. Together they will raise an army of demons and undead that will ... purge the East of life ... from the Icerim Mountains to the Alamber Sea ...\"\n\nHe rises up on one elbow, his eyes burning brightly.\n\n\"The Huhrong ... the Iron Lord ... must be warned. The Northern Armies must have time to prepare.\"\n\nThe berserker falls back into his bed. Eyes closed, breathing shallowly." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Good. If you can protect yourself, we don't need to look after you.\" Fizahn addresses Silithos in an offhand annoyed manner. \"I think it's become very apparent that we have to get out of here and soon. I wouldn't mind if any of you came along. Although if you would rather kill other members of the group, I'm sure Lumpy could deal with you.\" Fizahn exits the room to retrieve his pack and settle his bill.\n\nOOC: How much do I owe the innkeeper?" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"And you say I'm cranky?\" Nolan whispers to Nyssa, eyeing the tempermental group. He turns to head to their room in order to finish dressing and gather their belongings." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia exits the corridor, then the building, headed for the stable. Once there, she takes the time to calm her mount and saddle her up." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa chokes off a gasp at the sight of the still-living Rashemi. Swearing in Gnomish, she hurries over and starts casting another spell. As Lissa touches the wounded berserker on the shoulder, a wave of faint white light spreads from her hand over his body.\n\n\nOOC: Burn bless for a CLW.\n CLW = 5 hp healed " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"That's not the only thing that ails him, of course. The physical energy those creatures drew off him... off of several of you... will take some time to return if you don't see a priest. But it will return.\" \n \"Anyhow, I'll go pack up my belongings. I see my brother's already started. We would like to travel with you a ways, if it were possible. This sounds like it could be linked to our past, and even if it isn't, it's a noble cause.\" \n\nNyssa returns to her room, and begins to pack up her few belongings. She shuts their door, to give the original group a few minutes alone, then meets them downstairs or outside if there are no objections." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nStill eyeing the green haired man with the trident warily the necromancer goes over to see to Darius. After all that had been his spell that had probably knocked him unconsious. Once he finishes the older man will grab the rest of his belongings and head down towards the common room." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih follows Callos with the intent of helping Darius." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Silithos says Hmm Ill come as well this sounds interesting plus you could use the favor of the Bitch queen on the group. With that he follows the the halfling to the stables saddling up his own horse before trotting to the front of the Inn ready to depart" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn reenters the room with his pack. He watches Silithos leave with mild disgust. As soon as he is sure Silithos is out of the room, he begins talking. \"He seems like a real nice character. Did he ever give us his name?\" Fizahn turns to Lumpy and shrugs his shoulders. \"I tried to make him feel he wasn't wanted. I don't trust him and he shouldn't trust me. The rest of them seem fine though. Nolan's a real persuasive gnome-oid he is.\" Fizahn says through a chuckle." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs abjectly in response to Fizahn as the priest leaves,\n\n\" Good as he is at taking care'a himself, I won't feel bad when something eats him later on cause I'm busy somewhere else. \" With a tired sigh, he glances at the berzerker, then down at himself, \" Guess we're on the road again then. Temple'd be nice though. I feel right lousy. Bet our buddy there knows the feeling. No damned sleep either, gonna be a long day. \"\n\nHe turns, moving up beside Lissa as she tends to the Rashemi. For a moment, he does little besides watch distantly, eventually breaking the silence roughly,\n\n\" Lemme know when ya think he's good ta be moved and I'll haul him downstairs. Hopefully there's a temple somewhere nearby what don't charge a fortune fer pick-me-ups. Gonna be piss-broke by the time I square all this with the innkeep. \"\n\nGrumbling softly, he heads back to his room, gathering up his things and carrying them downstairs. If the innkeeper happens to have come back out, Lumpy will start negotiating for damages, etc.." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby watches the departing strangers with a mixture of satisfaction and anxiety. When the disgusting priest leaves, he turns to speak with his friends.\n\n\" Well. I don't like the idea of travelling with a few of them above and beyond my opposition for travelling with anyone who doesn't know us. But right now, if they're lending their protection, I won't refuse it. The idiot can get himself lost soon, and we'll see about the others as time goes on. But I'm not giving any of them an invite to join us on our trip to wherever we're heading next.\nAny last minute things before we head out? \"\n\n[OOC]Er, sorry, DR... do I have a pony at this point in time, or have I lost another one?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa is able to stabilize the berserker. He will live ... as long as the spectres don't come for him again.\n\nDarius, too, is revived. It seems that he wasn't able to avoid the blast when Callos' explosive runes were triggered by Lissa. He is quickly back to his usual self after a healing potion or two, however.\n\nWhen the bleary-eyed innkeeper comes upstairs and sees the trashed bedroom, he (predictably) freaks out. He and Lumpy haggle for a while. Eventually, he agrees to forget the whole thing for 40 gp.\n\n[hr]\nAs Darius learns what happened while he was unconscious, a frown creases his face and looks uncharacteristically thoughtful. \"The spectres will be back,\" he predicts. \"None of us will be safe staying here in Telflamm, without powerful protection.\"\n\n\"At the same time, we obviously need to get word to the Rashemi as quickly as possible, but in his condition, the berserker will just slow us down.\"\n\nDarius volunteers to get the Rashemi berserker to a temple, where he can rest and heal and be protected from any additional spectral threats. \"I'll catch up with the rest of you, once I'm sure that he is safe.\"\n\nYou gather downstairs outside the stable. Most of you have mounts of your own (including Achkby's pony named \"Betty\"). There is room for a few of you in Elthan's cart.\n\nThe day starts slowly as the sun rises above the rooftops. Shopkeepers begin shoveling away the snow that fell overnight. There is no sign of the hathran's head outside the inn.\n\nHardly any caravans are traveling to Mulsantir at this time of the year. You will likely have the road to yourselves, which is fortunate, because the faster you are able to get word to the Iron Lord in Rashemen about Sethra's pact with the tanar'ri , the faster he will be able to raise an army to oppose them.\n\nSince Telflamm and the other provinces of Thesk have hardly any standing militias to speak of, it is clear that (assuming the berserker's words are true) the only hope of stemming the tide of darkness will come from the forests of the North.\n\n\n\nOOC: Last chance for any last minute purchases before hitting the road. PM me what you buy and what you spend. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\n[OOC - This is assuming Kariokie hasn't worked out some other mode of transport with Dr. B.]\n\nNolan climbs into the wagon and assits Nyssa with securing their packs and gear. Settling in against a wagon wall he looks over the group they've suddenly fallen in with. It was such an odd collection of characters. He was curious to know just how they all met, what it was they were fighting and how it all came to be. He had heard the words of the Rashemi. Something of great import seemed to be happening and he wanted to know all about it.\n\nFinally, Nolan looks up and asks, \"...\" \n\nOr not. Swallowing his breath he saves his questions for when he can actually put his thoughts into words. It was simply too early for that. Yes, too early for blathering conversation. He sinks further into his seat, scowling at the earliness of it all." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn waits while Lumpy barters with the innkeeper. \"Callos should really pay for the damage, but I think he ran out of money. I saw him borrowing some from Elthan. I'll cover part of it because I did shoot a bolt into the wall outside. You might want to remove that.\" Fizahn produces ten gold and gives it to the innkeeper to cover some of the damages.\n\n Once outside, he finds a place on Elthan's cart and settles onto it. He takes out a package of thieves tools and begins checking that everything is orderly. Every so often, he'll look at his new companions. I really don't trust that priest. He seems like trouble. The others seem fine though, if inarticulate. Fizahn chuckles as Nolan looks up to speak, but doesn't say anything.\n\nOOC: 10 gold has been removed from my character sheet." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nTaking a place in the cart next to her brother, Nyssa settles in comfortably, smoothing her purple robes around her and pulling a heavy cloak over her to help with the cold. A small grey owl sits on the side of the wagon, next to her, and follows her every move.\n\nNyssa looks at her brother. \"I'm sorry about saying you were raised in a circus, earlier. And for snapping at you. And about saying you had the manners of a boar.\" \n \"Oh, perhaps I only thought that last part. Very, very loudly.\" She smiles and nudges Nolan, willing him to get the joke. A joke. Any joke." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy pays the innkeeper the difference with little complaint, laying three platinum pieces on the counter on tope of whatever else he owes for the stay. Swishing around a mug of cold coffee, the last of last night's batch, he downs it unceremoniously, \" I'd make good on fixing what we broke, but apparently we're on a schedule and more ghlims will come and what-have-ya. Figure ya'd rather see us gone. \"\n\nMaking sure he has everything he came in with, he heads out front, scowling as he steps into the sunlight. The surly orc eyes Elthan's cart appraisingly, noting that would be no shortage of riders,\n\n\" If so many people're planning on sitting pretty up there, we might need ta buy another mule and trade the cart fer a wagon or something. be nice ta have the extra storage, too. Be a tight fit on a two-wheeler. Oh, and something warm ta wear, it'll be a mite cold further north. \"\n\nBut that brought more to his mind. He'd been content to walk before, but haste was growing to be more important, it seemed. As much as he didn't like it, he was going to need a horse; there was no way he'd travel riding in some wagon helplessly, it was equine or bust,\n\n\" Either way, I'm gonna find me a horse. I'll be back soon. \"\n\n((OOC\n\nLumpy will try to buy:\n\nA Light Warhorse 150gp\nMilitary Saddle, Bit&Bridle, Saddlebags 26gp\n5 days of Feed 2sp, 5 cp\nCold Weather Outfit, 8gp\n\nIf the others decide to go with the wagon route, Lumpy might buy more feed and store it on there, but he's otherwise loaded up as heavy as possible. He'll also withdraw his deposisted platinum and keep it on him.\n\nMonetary adjustments\n-214gp 2sp, 5cp\n+30pp\n))" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by kariokie \n \"Oh, perhaps I only thought that last part. Very, very loudly.\" \n \n\nNolan blinks at Nyssa, \"I'm sorry, was that a joke? No really, I think I can tell sometimes but I'm no-... Gods it's early.\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Silithos ignores the glances he gets from Fizahn and is now content to ignore pretty much everyone and kneel in the snow praying while his horse nudges away the snow and begins eating the grass underneath.\n\nSilithos is obviously quite cold as he sits there shivering, but then runs off to a shop to purchase a few things returning with some warmer clothes and a thick blanket. Donning the new clothing and muttering \"thats better\" to himself he then turns to Fizahn grinning\n\n \" I see you didn't run away while I was gone, Im suprized\" then he turns to the Inn seeing Lumpy still there paying the innkeeper. \"Oh so that's why...oh well\" With that he returns to praying\n\nOOC: buying a cold weather outfit and a winter blanket\n\n- 8 gp and 5 sp." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Technically I caused nothing. Someone read the paper and caused the explosion, I was merely a catalyst. In the same line of thought all of my money paid for spells so I can actually, you know, help . \"\n\nThe human turned his nose up trying to muster as much diginity as he could from the situation as he walked beside the cart. While Callos was, well, lean for the lack of a better word he planned on staying that way. Too many magic users simply became fat because they where lazy and the exercise would do him good. Then again if he got tired he could always hop in. Something more pressing was on his mind however so he sidled up to Lumpy and asked as softly as possible.\n\n\" This may be premature and probaly just paranoia but whats your take on these newcomers? I don't think we can trust any of them yet, I mean how can we be so sure Sethra hasn't already garnered some human contacts? We don't know their motives for wanting to help and more importantly what their capable of. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih sits down for about ten minutes after Darius leaves for the temple.\n\nAfter a while, he gets up and takes a swig from his new hip flask. With a smile on his face, Hajih turns to the others, “I’m going out to get another cart, so you folk hunker down and don’t leave without me” \n\nOOC: PM sent, can you guess what he's buying?" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "When everyone started filtering out of the inn, Delphinia was already standing there, tending to a very large dog. The dog, in a shaggy grey and black mottled coat, is bigger then she is and wearing a saddle and saddle bags. She leads the dog over to stand near the rest of the group, all the while scritching it's head and ears. She says nothing, but listens carefully." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After making some last minute preparations, you reconvene outside the stables. The horses and mules stamp their feet, their breath steaming in the chilly morning air.\n\nThe mood is serious as everyone mounts up.\n\nThokk (not to be outdone by Lumpy) has also purchased a warhorse. Both he and Lumpy take the lead. Aeroz and the abrasive green-haired priest ride behind them on light horses.\n\nThe brother and sister pair settle into Elthan's cart. Fizahn and Callos jump into Hajih's cart. Callos, the only member of the party not bundled in heavy winter furs, shivers under a donated blanket.\n\nLissa and the halfling newcomer bring up the rear on their riding dogs, accompanied by Achkby on his pony.\n\n[hr]\nWithout further ado, you head out through the eastern gates. The guards raise their eyebrows as you leave the city, but say nothing.\n\nDarius takes his leave of you at the gates. \"Don't worry about me. I will find you!\" He then turns back to be ensure that the berserker finds a safe place to recover.\n\nYou have the entire day to put distance between yourselves and Telflamm. A brisk wind is at your back for most of the day, and you are grateful as the snow blows into your tracks, obscuring them." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Hells, I don't trust none'a them, fer what it's worth. But I ain't got mind ta kill or beat them off personally, so we'll see how it goes. That halfling might be alright, and the siblings too, but it ain't time fer sure calls yet. The priest, association with Sethra or lack there'a nonwithstanding, ain't gonna get real far, I reckon. \"\n\n---\n\nLumpy's horsemanship is quite rusty, but slowly he falls back into the groove of things. He was an infantryman by trade, but he'd dealt with horses in the past as well- he simply preferred to move under his own power when it was possible.\n\nFor his part, he seems more than content to take the lead, offering him a chance to think in solitude." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, riding along in the cart in silence, eventually notices Callos is shivering. She hops out of her cart, walks back to his, and drops her blanket on him to add to his pile. She gives a little wave, jogs back to Elthan's cart, and climbs back in with the help of her brother.\n\nShe then reaches over and starts trying to annex Nolan's blanket. Nyssa's smiling all the while, completely aware that not only is she going to win, but that she's probably driving her brother quite mad in the process, because she's just given her own blanket away to, as he'd say, \"A complete stranger Nyssa. A stranger!\" \n\nThe two look of the same age, and in general very similar, same grey-blue eyes, and Nolan would probably have thick black hair like Nyssa's if he didn't shave his head." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks slightly worried as Darius leaves. \"Make sure you find a temple that can protect you if the undead reappear. They'll want you and the berserker dead as well as us.\" We'll probably never see him again. \n\n Fizahn laughs as Nyssa gives Callos her blanket. \"You're lucky those strangers are nice Callos. I would have given you my blanket, but you're far too over sized to use it.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan heaves a sigh and gives Nyssa half of his blanket. \"You don't even know him Nyssa,\" he says as he watches Callos settle into Nyssa's present.\n\nNolan lowers his voice, \"Look, I know we're all traveling together and you want to make friends and hold hands and live in a world full of sunshine and unicorns.\" He sits a little taller and puffs out his chest, \"But as your older brother you'd do well to listen to me. Not everyone in this world wants to be your friend. Better to keep to your own than take unwarranted risks with unproven strangers. If it weren't for the possiblity of going back to a home free of undead horrors after all of this, I wouldn't have allowed you to join these people.\" \n\nSatisfied with his lecture, Nolan settles back and watches the scenery go by." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nBeing directly infront of the two siblings, Elthan cannot resist listening in and adding to the conversation. \"Untrue sir. If everyone here had set out on thier own in the underdark, I'm quite certian most of them wouldn't be alive, and certaintly none of them here. Sometimes it's better to trust someone; No one ever got anywhere without the help of someone else.\"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa looks at her brother with first faint, then growing, then downright overwhelming amusement. This was exactly what she was hoping for.\n\n \"Two... minutes...older!\" she chokes out, inbetween laughs. She gives Nolan a hearty poke on the nose. \"I love it when you're so easy.\" \n\nListening to Elthan, Nyssa asks, \"So you all met in the Underdark? That's astonishing. How did it happen?\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan looks up casually and say, \"Well, my end got there through a portal, and the others where running from something, I think Drow mybye, while trying to find some assassins, I think. We crashed into each other and decided to help eahc other find a way out. We lost a few down there, but we found them agian later when they, once agian, where lost. It's a long story, but we have more than enough time to tell it all if you'd like to listen.\"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nHis retort to Nyssa is lost at the prospect of hearing more about how this group came to be \"Yes!\" he says too fast, too loudly. He catches himself and glances at his twin, \"Er... Yes, please. I'd like to hear the story.\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Silithos continues to ride silently occasionaly he checks his weapons to be sure they are still there. He seems bored as if nothing exciting had happened all day.\n\nHis face dosent show excitement, fear, sadness, joy just sheer boredom" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia carries a small smile of contentment. She looks over at Lissa several times as they ride, but says nothing. Dammit. Don't even remember how to start a conversation with another of the folk, let alone these other types. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, and I for one have known the wee lad and the mage since before venturing into the underdark. The name be Thokk, Slayer in the service to Moradin and last of the Mithral Guard.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems engrossed with his horse, letting go of his reins to practice steering with his knees. It almost seems as if he's deliberately ignoring the conversation, but after a while, his gruff voice drifts back towards the others, almost aws an afterthought,\n\n\" Lumpy, late'a four Dalelands militias, a northern army, a baron's retinue, and most recently a merc company in Velprintalar. Don't say it's a pleasure, cause I ain't gonna and I know ya'd be lying. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Callos DeTerran, a...er...specilalist mage. No long series of old jobs or honors, none that I'm proud of anyway. And by the way, thanks for the blanket. The world needs more young people like you. \"\n\nThe shivering had stopped. For the moment at least. But Callos seemed uneasy about something else this time, from what he had heard from the two twins they're were as adverse to necromancy as anyone else. Better to simply leave well enough alone. So with a groan he pulled out his spellbook and flipped the pages carefully, a finger to his lips as he puzzled which spells would be the most useful.\n\n((Preparing\n\n0-level\n4 Daze Monster\n\n1st\n1 Chill Touch\n2 Enlarge Person\n1 Shield\n\n2nd\n1 Scare\n1 Shatter\n1 Bull's Strength\n\n3rd\nRay of Exhaustion\n\nEither now or at the closest time I can.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"We happened to rescue Callos in the Underdark. It's a perilous place. What you really want to watch out for are gnome-napping driders that serve a drow mummy-queen. The mummy-queens are especially dangerous, right Thokk? Also, it's not a good idea to enter the Underdark with a century old necromancer who possesses your friend and kills the healer. Although stone sentinels in towns linked to the shadow realm are very dangerous also. Sedryn, Thokk, Ssathiya, Trinark, and Djital. All these people died or were lost in the Underdark. That's not counting the deaths directly before and after our journey in the Underdark and any that occurred before we met Aeroz, Achkby, Lumpy, Darius, Hajih and Lissa. In the whole experience, I think there was one good moment.\" That has to be the shortest summary of the longest Underdark experience ever. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Hells, I lost eight before I even met the rest'a them. A whole damned-fool bunch'a sellswords and the women who hired us. not a bit'a sense between them. The moral is, stay the Hell out'a the underdark unless ya know what yer doing. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aye, that drow mummy was a bitch, but we got her in the end. And tha blasted nightwing wasnt much fun either, but Im not done on this world yet, and wont be leavin this here world till ive gotten my revenge.\" \n\nTo Fizahn\n\n \"And untill you and your lass can settle down, thats going on the list\" \n\nEDIT:\nTo Lumpy\n\n \"Ach, and Im sure you knew what you were doin? I beg to differ, ye smelly half breed\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts belligeratly,\n\n\" Got out'a there in one peice, didn't I? More than ya can say, ain't it? \"\n\nWith a scowl, the burly orc flicks his reigns impatiently, urging his horse further ahead, away from the argument,\n\n\" I'm sure yer real proud'a yer big lucky sacrifice and all, but I did my part too. I gave up a Helluva lot more than ya'd realize, so don't ya dare belittle me. \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"It sounds like it's just as dangerous to travel with these people as it would be to go at it alone,\" Nolan says. \"Um, that was a joke. Heh,\" he adds, smiling uncomfortably.\n\n \"This 'century old necromancer', he is the one that hunts you?\" \n\n[OOC - Hope no one minds the RP recounting :)]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I wouldn't exactly call it rescueing Fizahn. I mean I had just turned back from a 'gnome-napping drider' into a man. I think the only reason you decided to take me with you was because I was naked, looked harmless, and oh yeah the horde of spiders kinda made you rush the decision. I know one party member wanted to eat me if I recall correctly. And if anyone knows how much of a bitch the mummy drow was, its me. \"\n\nThe seasoned necromancer kept his eyes focused on Lumpy and Thokk. It looked as if another brawl might break out between the two of them and if it did he intended to break it up. Other then that he only wormed his way down farther unto the cart and pulled the blanket tighter around him." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa looks very happy with her new, shaggy gray-and-white mount. He may not be Patch, but he's a nice dog all the same. Hmm, what to call him? Noticing Delphinia's apparent interest, she gives the halfling a friendly smile. \"Delphinia, right? I see you prefer riding dogs over ponies as well.\" \n\nShe chimes into the Underdark conversation after a few minutes, evidently able to keep track of two (or more) conversational threads at once. \"I'm not normally the trusting sort, but slogging it through the Underdark like that... you trust your companions or you end up dead.\" She smiles up (way up, the tallfolk are on horseback) at Aeroz, Thokk and Lumpy, and over at Achkby. \"I got gnome-napped by driders one 'night' while Linda and I were on watch... fought back, of course, but that webbing is tough. Thought for sure I was dead- after all, I was the new gnome in the party, it's not like I was anyone's friend that they'd risk their lives for. But they did. They came and rescued me.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Nightwing did a number on your sword alright. Before, it had a sorta glow about it. Not a glow really, but you just had the feeling that it was superior. Now, nothing. It just seems like a normal sword, until you start fighting someone with it, then it looks more like a light piece of wood. You just want more time because you know I'm never going to settle down.\" Next time I buy a pony. It would be easier to ride around and talk to people that way. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"That may be true, little one, but ill still take as much time here as I can\" \n \"Yea, me sword isnt the same, that blasted nightwing, but its still got the dragons claw attached to it, and I had that Demon spine on me armor, untill a certain group decided I should be ooze lunch....\" \n\nThokk glares at the group good naturly, then turns his attentions to Lumpy\n\n \"Say what ye will, but yer cant count past ten without lookin at yer toes, so I dont exactly put much wieght behind yer words, Half-Breed " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I didn't really have any say in the armor. If I could have carried it, it wouldn't have been ooze lunch, although I think it was more around dinner time,\" Fizahn says with a toothy grin before turning his attention to the argument between Lumpy and Thokk. \"Say what you like Thokk, but he gets the job done, albeit a far cry from your efficiency. I hear he also makes a good springboard, eh Lissa?\" It feels good to just talk without fear of beasts attacking us. Although the undead might already be after us and there are probably some predators that are short of food this winter. Oh well, we'll just have to keep a watchful eye, or ear out for them. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Hahaha, a good springboard indeed, irrovocable proof his head is made of wood!\" \n\nWiping away tears of laughter, Thokk continues\n\n \"Aye, this be relaxin indeed, good company, a good buffon, foods, just throw me some beasties to squash that arnt already dead, and ill be fine.\" \n\nThokk jingles whats left in his moneybag\n\n Ach, and some loot be nice also, need to fix my sword and get some proper dwarf steel between me heart and things wantin to rip it out " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih looks over at Lumpy and Thokk and shakes his head. He takes a drink from his flask and offers it to Callos.\n\n \"We might be listening to this for a while.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"This is Gladi.\" She reaches down and ruffles the dog's hair with one hand. In return, the dog lifts her head and barks once, a happy-type bark. \"I found her when she was just a pup. Poor thing lost and alone, so I took her and raised her. Named her after a flower, since that's what my mom did. Named me after a flower, I mean. She didn't name a dog after a flower. That was about four years ago, give or take.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy doesn't even bother looking back at Thokk as he responds, his voice slipping into a deliberate slowness that overrides his typical drawl,\n\n\" But words are just words, and half-breed is only an insult to someone ashamed of their parentage. Perhaps you should consider yours before you disparage mine. \" He shakes his head slowly, pausing long enough to click his tongue as he steers his horse back on track, \" I don't know what sorts of sycophants you're used to dealing with, but don't expect me to play into your racial heirarchy simply because your parents beat such idiocy into your head. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe gnomish woman gives Delphinia's dog a faintly wistful look. \"This boy here is a new one to me. I had a wonderful riding dog, Patch, ever since he was a pup... couldn't take him onto the bulette train we rode into the Underdark, though, so I had to board him in Velprintalar.\" Lissa sighs, looking rather sad. \"It's probably just as well, since we ran out of food for several days down there, and ate mushrooms for some time before that. I still miss him, though.\" \n\nLissa rolls her eyes theatrically at Thokk and Fizahn's teasing of Lumpy. \"And here I thought you two were adults. It was actually very kind of Lumpy to let me get away with that stunt.\" She looks rather embarrassed at the memory." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nTo Callos: \"I'm just sorry I didn't know earlier you didn't have warmer clothes, I would have purchased you some, or lent you the money. Maybe when we come to the next town?\" \n\nAfter her quick comment to Callos, Nyssa just watches the banter quietly but with rapt attention. After a while, she pokes her brother, \"And I thought we argued!\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "listining intently to the story Silithos' look of boredom has all but evaporated\n\n The Underdark eh? When I was a boy living in Barghest there was an old man that claimed to have traveled through it.He said it's just one big cave filled with dark skinned elves that warship spiders and cities of black metal.He also described spiders the size of giants, blind canibals and squid faced monstrocities.\n\nIs any of this fact or was it all just stories, they seemed real enough when I was a lad that is untill... He then trails of looking out into space lost in painful memories." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan deftly catches Nyssa's finger as she launches another poke attack. \"Shh, I'm trying to decide if these people have continually saved each other's lives or have just failed to get each other killed over a long period of time.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDespite the argument, Lumpy manages to whuff good-naturedly at Lissa's comment,\n\n\" Yeah, mebbe. I could'a thrown ya further though. Ask him. \" He jerks a thumb in Fizahn's direction." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"True enough Half breed, true enough, but then according to that logic, anything we say has no meaning behind it. Words need something to back them up, or else they be just empty hollow shells taking up space. If we cant have meanings behind words, what can we have?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs, any hint of lightheartedness slipping from his voice once again,\n\n\" Like I hinted, words are what you make of them. Is there a point to you're tying to get at, or is this just how you get your jollies nowadays? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" As great as that moment was, I still want to completely block out everything regarding that awful place. \" Aeroz remarks candidly as he tries to bury those memories again.\n\nTurning his head to Thokk and Lumpy, Aeroz tries to slow down the argument. \" You two stop it. Is this how we show newcomers how we treat each other? \"" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Silithos recomposes himself but now he seems less inquisitive and solemn looking foreward and not asking anything more." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Aeroz\n\n \"What lad? This be how we act most of the time, why show anything else\" \n\nThokk turns his face to stare at Lumpy\n\n \"Half Breed, now im makin a point. Yer sayin that words are just words, right? There is nothing behind em? That cant be, because there is somethin behind every word. That somethin gives words meanin. Hell, if there wasnt anything behind em, we wouldnt be able to understand what we were sayin? Understand? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Gradual exposure my formerly deceased friernd, gradual exposure... \"" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "continuing to look solemn untill Aeroz makes his remark about exposure when Silithos looks over grinning his shark toothed grin and muttering to Aeroz \"Heh do these two fight like this all the time? If so this is going to be one delightful trip.\" still grinning he turns to Lumpy and to Thokk obviously enjoying the argument&> It is hard to tell wether Silithos was being sarcastic or not in his remark." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The conversation helps to pass the time as you ride across a barren, snowy landscape. The day passes uneventfully, and you make camp in an abandoned stone building that lies beside a ferry crossing.\n\nHajih and Delphinia scout out the area, finding a number of humanoid and non-humanoid tracks. The tracks all overlap each other, making it hard to figure out what had occurred here. There are signs of battle and relatively fresh blood. The remains of a large bonfire smolders outside the stone cottage. The rangers find a number of bone fragments. It looks as though at least 4 human bodies were burned here. There were also some larger bone fragments that seemed to have come from a number of giant humanoids.\n\nDespite these sinister signs, the night passes quietly as you all take turn keeping watch for the spectres.\n\n[hr]\nIn the morning, you cross the river using some abandoned flat boats. As you resume travel on the road, there are clear signs that there are a number of horsemen ahead of you. There is also a pair of footprints. Someone appears to be walking or running with the horses.\n\n[hr]\nFor two days, you travel along the road following in the footsteps/hoofprints of the travelers ahead. Their campsites leave little clue to the nature of the travelers, but tracks and prints indicate half a dozen humanoids with about 10 horses/pack animals.\n\n[hr]\nBy the end of the third day, you finally catch up with the travelers ahead.\n\nAs those of you in the lead crest a hill, you look down on an icy, narrow stone bridge crossing a dark river. The six travelers have crossed the bridge on foot, cautiously leading their horses across.\n\nAs you watch, the travelers are ambushed by an enormous six-headed hydra. Two of the travelers retreat back across the bridge with the horses, while the remaining four attempt to hold off the beast.\n\nIt is impossible to make out the races of the travelers at this distance with them bundled up in their winter gear, but one uses a longbow and two of them appear to have flaming swords, and for a while it looks like they might have a fighting chance.\n\nTo your surprise, a tiny dragon appears, squawking and waving its wings. We fight! it thinks into your minds. It then telepathically asks, Bows? \n\nYou dismount and provide some covering fire as you move towards the bridge on foot.\n\nBy this time, the rest of you have left the carts behind the hill and climbed up to the crest of the hill to see what the commotion is about.\n\nYou get a good view of the battle, watching as one of the travelers manages to sever two of the hydra's heads, only to be snatched up by a third head and shaken like a small doll.\n\nTwo of the other travelers manage to grievously wound the hydra, only to disappear into an icy mist when three of the heads blast them simultaneously.\n\nBy the time you reach the bridge, an eerie silence has fallen over the area. The tiny dragon urges you all forward. A shell-shocked human stands with the horses by the bridge, stunned into immobility.\n\nAs the mist begins to clear, a shadowy figure begins to emerge from the mist at the other end of the bridge, dragging a body with it ...\n\n\n\nOOC: My apologies for the excessive fast-forwarding. I hope everyone was able to follow this post, which covers four days of game time ... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Before fast forwading \n\nTurning to look at the female human, he hadn't quite memorized her name yet, Callos gave a grade A Djital brand rakish grin and shook his head.\n\n\" As much as I would enjoy shopping for new clothes I'll decline. My clothes are plenty warm enough. I merely find it more comfortable like this. You travel around in purple sequin pants in the Underdark for awhile and you bear some resistance to chilly tempatures. \"\n\n After fast forwarding (Don't you love useful literary devices like this?)\n\nHe knew it couldn't have lasted. Knew it as surely as he was that he was human. And it hadn't. First the giant bone chips and human bone chips. Then watching the other groups battle against an ice breathing hydra, two of them vanishing into mist. And now there was this tiny dragon who could speak into minds.\n\nYep, normalcy had gone straight out the window again. Now who on Toril where these fellows? They didn't seem like bad people but one never knew. The necromancer held his spellbook close just in case, dragons weren't really a good representive to send to inspire trust, before calling out to the strangers.\n\n\" Ho! Seem to be having mythological beast troubles! Do you require any healing? \"" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "utterly shocked by the scene eveloping Silithos stands frozen for a moment before returning to his sences. He takes his bow off his back and nockes an arrow ready to fire if the shadowey figure makes any threatening motions.\n\n\n(( Readied action shoot if the figure starts to attack or rush foreward seeming as if it would attack))" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa moves forward and acts quickly, entirely without fear, as if this is the most normal thing in the world to be happening at this juncture.\n\nIf the hydra appears to be alive still (if the shape in the mist is large enough), Nyssa will cast Spectral Hand and prepare for combat, moving away from other people to spread out the group and prevent them from being taken out by one of the breath attacks she saw.\n\nOtherwise, she'll go to the shell-shocked human and try to rouse him, or at least move him back from the bridge. \"Help him! she shouts to her brother urgently, pointing to the figure in the mist, if it appears to be one of the humans she saw." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk Leaps off his horse, draws his sword and shield, and rushes to the front of the group, not running into the mist but calling a loud challage\n\n \"Aye, whoever ye be, come out! If the beastie still draws breath we'll put an end to that, but otherwise get over here so we can see who yer are\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia notches another arrow, but doesn't fire. She urges Gladi forward, but just to a clear line of fire. I'll be damned if I'm going to be stupid enough to go into melee when I don't have to. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn leaps off his cart and rushes to the bridge. \"You, get into the back. If the beast follows you, we will handle it!\" Fizahn shouts at the approaching figure. This isn't good. I hope they've injured it enough that we can finish it. Fizahn quickly draws his 'short sword' and peers into the mist looking for the beast." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Cautiously you close in on the bridge arrayed in a loose semicircle, weapons ready.\n\nNyssa checks on the stunned human standing by the horses. He is trembling and seems to be whispering some sort of prayer. She can't help noticing that he is strikingly handsome.\n\nThe lone figure steps out of the mist onto the narrow bridge. She is dragging one of her companions, a white bow slung across her shoulders. She shakes off her hood, revealing herself to be an elf with short white hair and gray eyes, bright with pain. \"Help us,\" she gasps.\n\nThe tiny dragon skitters across the icy bridge and plunges into the mist. After a tense moment, a joyful thought dances across your minds, They live! \n\nThe mist dissipates quickly. The hydra has fled, leaving behind a trail of blue-black blood and two severed heads. Three bodies lie on the ground. One gasps and stirs. The other two lie still. The tiny dragon hops up and down. Hurry!!! " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nSeeing that the stunned man is in no danger, Nyssa moves as quickly as she can to the still forms. If they're not beyond saving, she'll administer a potion of cure light wounds to the worst off. If both are beyond help, she'll make a quick gesture from each of their foreheads to hers as she checks on them, her eyes closing quickly and her head slightly bowed. She'll then turn to help the gasping form." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's arguments on the value of the words were made clear throughout the remainder of the day - that words were only as useful as the integrity of those who spoke them. He seemed more than content to elongate the argument as the days passed, seeming to find some degree of familiarity in conflict.\n\n-----\n\nThe burly orc picks his way across the bridge, paying no mind to the shellshocked man - he'd seen plenty - or the talking dragon - which wasn't of terribly high priority. Some vague hints of familiarity cross his eyes at the sight of the elf, but he pushes it aside for the moment.\n\nSeeing the human girl, quicker on foot, going to check over the fallen, the half-blood goes to the elfess, \" Yeah, yeah, we're helping. \" He extends one brawny arm towards each, the first offered to the elf in support, and the second to relieve her of the burden of her companion, lifting them both to carry them away from the battlefield." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn rushes across the bridge and follows the hydra's footprints for a while to make sure it truly has fled, 'short sword' at the ready." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nCursing under her breath in Gnomish, Lissa pulls a slender white wand out of her haversack and urges her dog forward at a run. Her blonde braid whips behind her in the icy wind. \"Hang on, we might be able to help! Are those two dead or wounded?\" \n It could be a trap... Oh, get real! We saw that Bane-cursed huge ice hydra! Whoever they are, they got unlucky and need help... Still doesn't mean they're not bandits or Sethra's minions... Heal first, interrogate later. \n\n\nOOC: Lissa will cast her day's quota of CLW on whoever looks alive and worst off, then start in with the wand." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAt the plea for help Callos froze, instinct battling with actual knowledge. He wanted to help but he knew nothing about medicine. The necromancer might end up doing more harm then good.\n\nWhat he could do was go and see how badly hurt the other one was. Rushing as fast as his legs would carry him the human ran to the stirring form and knelt down by his/her/it's side." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nAfter snapping out of the shock of seeing the hydra, Nolan hurries forward to help Lumpy with the limp stranger. \"Let me give you a hand, Lumpy,\" he says quietly." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs almost indifferently at Ludo's offer. Though more than capable than handling both alone, he lets the monk take care over the elf's companion. Meanwhile, he takes the opportunity to study the elf further, faintly amused recognition slipping full across his visage, murmuring softly,\n\n\" Well now, ain't that a trip. Can't say I expected our winds ta cross paths again, but here we are. \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"You know these people?\" Nolan asks, gently hefting the weight of the fallen companion." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Replacing his bow on his back Silithos rushes twards one of the motionless humanoids, a stone cold look of determination on his face.\n\nAfter checking for signs of life he places bolth of his hands on the hunmanoid's face so that his hands cover it's face. He then closes his eyes and looks up twards the sky as a gust of wind whipps his green hair and clothing about like a tattered flag.\n\nAs the wind continues to blow about him he chants loudly in a booming voice \"may the soothing water of the depths heal your wounds\"! With that glowing blue water gushes out of Silithos' hands drenching the wounded man\n\nSeconds later the water has evaporated and the human lies dry on the ground less wounded then it was before.\n\n(( casts CMW on one of the motionless figures\n2d8 +4 = 6+3+4=13\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=536195 ))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n What in the... \n\n\" Lumpy, where do you know these people from? \" Aeroz asks as he goes to inspect those who are injured.\n\nHis eyes then move to the elfs. A familiar sight...no, a sight that he has not seen since his first encounter with Sheyra.\n\n\" YOU! \" Aeroz exclaims in rage. \" Well, well well. I would have preferred to kill you myself, considering what your actions have done to Sedryn. Remember him? The nice human from that boat? You sent him into the underdark, stealing that dagger. You killed him!\" \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ah, long time no see. Care to taste my sword, BETRAYER ?\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos, Pirate/Priest of Umberlee \n\nnoticing the comotion over by the elf Silithos walks over and asks no one in particular \"who's this? old friend of yours?\" \n\nHe then grins one of his trademark shark-tooth grins and walks to the front of the elf woman to get a better look at her." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn walks back over to the commotion around the elf. \"Um... What? Thokk, do you know these people from somewhere? I'm pretty sure I've never seen them before.\" Fizahn examines the elf carefully, wondering where Thokk saw her that he missed. Betrayer? I don't suppose we can trust her then. Did she do something to Thokk before we even met? Aeroz doesn't seem to trust her either, but Sedryn's death was obviously caused by Sethra possessing Lissa. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia stays mounted, and urges her dog forward up to where Fizahn is investigating the hydra tracks. There are plenty of folks tending to the wounded, and she is no healer. When the shouting starts, the dog turns to towards the sound, so she dismounts and takes her reins. I don't know a damn thing about these kids' problems, but a hydra, that's interesting. She starts walking the tracks, but moves slowly and takes care to not get so far away from the group that she cannot hear and see any of them. Even a wounded hydra is no laughing matter." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn, on foot, and Delphinia, still riding her dog, dash off to track the hydra. Its prints lead off towards a nearby copse of trees. Disconcertingly, the blue-black ichor spilled on the ground becomes progressively less and less noticable, until as they near the woods, there is no sign that the hydra is significantly injured.\n\nThey stand at the edge of the trees, looking at each other for a moment. Nodding in agreement, they wordlessly jog back to the bridge to check on the others.\n\n[hr]\nLissa falls to her knees beside one of the bodies. She is a human, heavily armored (which is all that kept her from being snapped in half by the hydra's jaws). Her blond hair spills out from beneath her helmet, framing a delicate face that might be beautiful if not for its waxy pallor. Lissa immediately begins to tend to her wounds, and the color quickly returns to her cheeks. As Lissa's hands check the woman's body for additional wounds, she notices something strange ...\n\n[hr]\nNyssa and Callos help up another woman. Her lips are blue and her eyelashes and hair are covered in frost, but she shakes off their help and points to the third body. Looking over, they see a motionless body, large-framed, with ... a tail?\n\n[hr]\nLumpy and Nolan help the elf carry her companion to the other side of the bridge. She sinks down to one knee and allows Silithos to attend to her friend.\n\nIt takes her a moment to place Lumpy, but then she nods. \"So you made it out too ... well done.\"\n\nShe seems to flinch when Aeroz and Thokk challenge her, but when she rises and spins around, she has her bow in her hand, two arrows nocked simultaneously, her lips moving as she whispers to her weapon.\n\nShe does not seemed surprised to see the elf. \"Aeroz! It is good to see you again ... I think. Is this how old friends greet each other in the East now?\"\n\nHer eyes flick from Aeroz to Thokk. \"And I see that you have a manservant now.\"\n\n[hr]\nIt takes Silithos only a moment to realize that his patient is beyond saving. As he leans in close, however, he is stunned to see ice white hair and ebony skin. \"Drow!\" he gasps, involuntarily ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Human Female \n\n((OOC: The human is tall and muscular, with black hair cut just above her shoulders, tied back into a ponytail. She has a scar running across her left cheek and the bridge of her nose.))\n\nThe human allows herself to be helped up by the two other humans. ((OOC: Nyssa and Callos--she doesn't recognize them.)) She is chilled to the bone, covered with ice, and seems almost stunned, staring off at the ground. She shakes off the attention the man and the woman give her, though, and points them toward another body lying motionless on the ground.\n\nWhen they go to investigate, she walks over to her shortsword on the ground, and picks it up, sliding it weakly into the scabbard. Then she runs over to the armored blond-haired woman on the ground, asking the gnome beside her, \"Is there anything I can do to help?\" The expression on her face is worried, almost panicked." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Damn. I apologize for missing 4 pages. Exams, and preparing to depart.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n We fight! thinks Achkby to the dragon as hard as he can. By Tiamat, we fight!! \n\nAchkby hurries down the hill with the others, but with no target in sight, resigns himself to futiley whirling his sling about his head.\nDespite his best sprinting, Achkby's short legs keep him from gaining ground on his allies, and he reaches the head of mist with the rest of them. As most of the troop spreads out, searching for enemies, he continues forward beyond the edge of the mist, seeking to follow the drake that called to them.\n\n Where now? Where now?! he thinks as loud as he can.\n\" Where now?!! \" he hisses into the cloud. Ignoring the others, he frantically searches for the little dragon that called them.\nAfter a moment, he regains some sense and stuffs his sling back in his belt, puliing, instead, the spear from his back.\nHe hunts about in and out of the mist, only dimly aware of the shouts from the others." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "as he realizes the person he was about to help was a dark elf he mutters under his breath \"Well this is strange\" then standing and turning to the elf he says louder \"Yes very strange that an elf would travel freely with a drow\" \n\ndrawing his cutlass from it's sheith Silithos says \"Now elf I belive you have some explaining to do. what exactly makes you so keen on traveling with one of your race's sworn enimies? Now I suggest you speak quickly because no one else here seems too happy to see you either\" \n\nAs Silithos speaks the last sentance he points his cutlass at the elf his green hair blowing gently in the frigid breeze." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, the Confused \n A tail? No way...its probaly only a conciden....drow? What are the chances of a drow and something with a tail travelling together? Unless... His opal eyes widened in alarm and potenial worry as he began to rush across the ice brdige as quickly as possible towards the tailed figure. A twist of his head and he called back to Lissa, tone full of anxiety and urgency.\n\n\" Gnome! Get your arse over here double stat and bring divine healing! \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks angrily at Silithos. He walks up to him angrily and starts berating him. \"You should just be quiet. You're traveling with us due to our permission. You leave all the interrogation to us. Not all drow are vile creatures. We were able to travel with Trinark while we were in the Underdark. He was a noble being and was willing to give his life for us!\" It is Trinark isn't it? Traveling with Ssathiya, probably that big shape with the tail. \"You're a cleric aren't you? I still see wounded here! Go tend to them. We will handle this!\" I probably lost two friends today. Friends I thought I'd never see again. If only we'd been here sooner. \n\n Fizahn turns his attention to the elf. He looks at her and sheathes his 'short sword.' \"Talk quickly please. Aeroz, Lumpy, and Thokk seem ready to kill you, and I'd rather like to know what's going on here. Who is the drow you're traveling with? That's my first question. Answer it and the answer may pacify them for a few moments.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nGiven the tales being told earlier Nolan is alarmed but not surprised at the presence of a drow, the hostilities towards an apparent old acquaintence and the sight of weapons drawn. He quickly places himself between Nyssa and the confrontation, keeping a wary eye on the elf with the bow.\n\n \"Okay, seriously not something you need to stick your nose in,\" he whispers back to his twin sister." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Fizahn looks down at the drow's body, he is not sure whether he recognizes him or not.\n\nWhen he last saw Trinark, he was filthy, dressed in rags and castoff clothing. This drow has a noble visage, immaculately brushed silken hair and is wearing fine drowcraft chainmail, still shining darkly through the frost. His eyes are closed, but the expression on his face is one of peace and satisfaction, emotions Fizahn does not remember having seen on Trinark's face in the Underdark.\n\n[hr]\nWhen Fizahn mentions Trinark's name, however, the elf's eyes flick toward him. Immediately, her gaze returns to cover Thokk, Aeroz, and now Silithos, but when she speaks her words are directed to the gnome.\n\n\"I know you, Fizahn , though you do not know me. Trinark and the druid have spoken of their friends many times, though there are some among you whom I can not place.\n\n\"This dwarf must therefore be Thokk. And the half orc is Lumpy (I had not realized that we had met before until just this moment).\n\n\"And of course Aeroz and I know each well, though I am beginning to think that our meeting on the ship was not happenstance ...\n\n\" Sheyra told us that you had saved her from the Underdark, but we had been given the impression that you were long gone, out on another adventure. I have to say I am surprised to find you following us out here on this lonely road.\n\n\"Perhaps it is you who should speak quickly. My fingers might be getting tired ...\"\n\nHer bow is held taut but rock-steady at a 45 degree angle. Her arrows are pointed directly at both Thokk's and Aeroz's chests." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Tiny Dragon \n\nThe tiny dragon sits down with a sigh. He is too confused at the moment to do anything. His signs of joy that not everyone had died quickly turned to worry with all the anger going around. At least the snow banking was comfortable." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"You seem to be a fool. The druid would not like it if you were to attempt to murder us, nor would you survive, weakened as you were by that beast. We did our best to deliver Sherya safely from the Underdark, but it was the real world that we were unable to protect her in. If you have talked to the druid, you know all about Sethra. He had been possessing Linda and when he reentered the real world from the plane of shadows, he discovered that Sherya was Sarloc's heir. We ended up slaying Linda in a heated battle. Sherya promptly kicked us out of her mansion. It wasn't until later that we discovered that she had been possessed by Sethra and formed an unholy alliance with the tanar'ri .\" I'll leave the details a secret. Hopefully we don't have to kill her. Fizahn nervously fingers his 'short sword.'" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sighs with relief as her spells take effect and the color begins returning to her patient's face. She cranes her neck, looking up at the black-haired woman hovering anxiously above her. \"She's stable for now, but she needs to get warmed up. The wagon is probably-\" Just then Callos yells at her in Draconic, and Lissa jumps to her feet. \"More wounded? Okay, I'm coming!\", she yells back. Turning back to the Concerned Friend for a moment, she says, \"Be back when I can. Try to keep her from moving around too much, she might have broken bones in there. See if you can pry Silithos- green hair- loose from the standoff over there, he's a better healer than me.\" With that, she hops onto her dog's back and races toward Callos." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe broad-shouldered orc shifts subtly, slipping between the elf and his companions, hand sliding to rest upon his flail for a moment, before rising upwards create as large a profile between the parties as possible. Oddly enough it isn't the elf he faces, but instead Aeroz and Thokk,\n\n\" Ain't gonna be no fighting here, not any more. I won't stand fer it from no one. \" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the elfess, \" Me and her got prior engagements what still need sorting out. And ya, \" his roving gaze settles on Aeroz this time, \" ya'd be better served venting somewhere else. Blame's easy ta place, but hard ta place right. There's more than one factor led up ta yer pal's death, and parts'a them are yer fault too. \"\n\nHis taut voice repeats itself, \" No more. There's bigger things at stake now, ain't there? \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia chose to keep her distance and watch off in the direction that the hydra went. No sense in letting something else wander up while they were all arguing, or catching up, or whatever. Besides, this was none of her business anyway. Can't see what the right thing to do would be if all of this came to blows. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" My fault? I wouldn't have even been in this whole mess if it hadn't been for her. She and her group had to go and steal that dagger and send us on this gods damned quest to find it. Her actions sent us into the underdark and to meet Sedryn's death. If she won't die today, than she better damn be ready to suffer for what her actions have caused. \" Aeroz says angrily, hand hovering above his new blade.\n\n\" And you should be remembering that one little arrow hasn't stopped me in the past. That bolt hit me pretty hard and I still got up \" he snaps at Si'rene" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy rolls his eyes,\n\n\" Course, it's obviously entirely their fault. Since obviously, ya weren't FORCED inta chasing them by some third party or something. Or since the object in question wasn't forged by a dangerous person fer dangerous ends. Nope, all the blame is theirs. \" He shakes his head curtly, \" Lemme fill ya in here. There's hundreds, thousands'a people in this world, doing what they gotta ta make their way. Sometimes jobs are simple, sometimes they ain't And sometimes it ain't worth it ta ask too many questions. That their business ended up entagnling ya, weren't necessarily their fault, nor likely their intention. Regrettable as it may be, killing them won't settle yer friend's soul, I reckon. \"\n\nThe gruff orc snorts belligerantly at Aeroz' continued posturing,\n\n\" But in case I wasn't clear that weren't a suggestion. There won't be any killing. Bludgeoning into unconsciousness, potentially. No killing. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well let me tell you something half-breed , if it was either go after a group of theives or get strung up, what would you choose. I admit, I've done some pretty nasty things in my past, but Sedryn was a good man who did nothing wrong. And she needs to pay for what her actions did to him. He was forced into the situation. If not for his sake, then to show her what fate she has forced upon an innocent man. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" By killing her? Good call there. If ya wanna trace fault ta the most recent cause, blame the Hlondethi fer forcing ya ta make that choice, or Sethra fer starting the whole thing. They fit in somewhere in the middle apparently. the easiest one ta take out yer anger on, but the one with the smallest stake in the matter. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, at this point it is a little too late for reasoning. She's the one with the bow aimed at me. So what, give into reason and let her shoot me? \"\n\nCalming down a little, Aeroz takes a deep breath in.\n\n\" You know revenge is not very satisfying with trying to poke his snout into it. 'Would have been a lot easier if you just kept your damned mouth shut and let me turn her into a pile of dead flesh. \"\n\nEyeing Si'rene again\n\n\" Would you put that damn thing down now! I'm not going to kill you...not just yet. \" he exclaims." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan takes his time tie his mount so that it would not run away in the case of a fight, and by the words overheard from his position may just be the case.\nFinally walking over, Elthan tries to get his bearings on the situation. \"Whats going on? I heard some mention of betrayers and people tossing up 'half-breed' agian as though it meant something. Then again I heard some of our names mentioned. So, who have we found; Lost friends or old enemies?\"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa, a Human Woman in Deep Purple Robes \n\nAfter making sure the human woman can stand, Nyssa glances over at the body she's pointed out. A tail? If they keep this up, they might even find a way to shock me. What next, a travelling circus? Juggling hellhounds? \n\nShe makes her way over to the body, ready to help, all the while watching the altercation unfold. While Nyssa's sure she could use her own methods to stop the fight, it's better everyone sees the wisdom of Lumpy's words and choses to lay down arms themselves. Forcing people into action usually makes them take the opposite action as soon as they're able.\n\nWhen the situation looks to be righting itself, she adds, \"Lumpy speaks wisely. We have a big threat still nearby, and a larger one on the horizon. Decimating our numbers further with revenge won't help.\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos, green hair \n\nas Fizahn yells at him Silithos' grim face turns to that of burning rage. He lifts his fist as if to punch Fizhan but then lowers it and walks off rage still burning in his eyes.\n\nSilithos moves over near his horse picking a rock out of his pack he begins sharpening his cutlass hardly sending sparks flying." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Human Female \n\nThe woman notices the confrontation between Aeroz and S'irene, but is unwilling to leave the fallen human's side. She paces back and forth, trying to decide whether to intervene." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts again, \" Which is why I'm standing between ya and her, ain't it. She could shoot me in the back if she likes, but then I'll just have ta be a little rougher about things. And that's entirely the point'a me interfering. hence why I said there's no killing or fighting. Ya can take yer revenge when it ain't at my expense. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The armored woman and her black haired friend are both conscious, though they can't help shivering convulsively.\n\nLissa runs to Callos and skids to a halt next to the last casualty, sending snow flying everywhere. It takes them only a second to confirm their suspicions - the lizardkin druid lies before them, his hide an unnatural bluish-gray ...\n\n[hr]\nThe elf looks pointedly at Thokk's upraised sword and the shiny rapier in Aeroz's hand pointed toward her throat. Aeroz is surprised to see the weapon in his hand as he did not recall drawing the sword. The entwined twin serpents that form its pommel and guard gleam and almost seem to writhe in excitement.\n\nAeroz lowers his weapon as does Thokk (with some encouragement from Lumpy), and the elf archer in response releases the tension on her bowstring and lowers her arms (though she keeps both arrows nocked).\n\nShe doesn't take her eyes off of the elf and dwarf as she speaks to Fizahn, but her voice suddenly seems strained and uncharacteristically emotional.\n\n\"What did you just say?\n\n\"Are you telling me that Sheyra's body has been possessed by the necromancer? By the gods, when did this happen? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?\"\n\n[hr]\nDelphinia keeps one ear on the argument as she scans the forest, looking for any sign of the hydra. As the sun sets, the sky takes on a purplish hue. Selûne is already rising. Delphinia notes that she is waxing and almost full. It might be possible to ride through the night by moonlight to put some distance between yourselves and the beast ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Great good gods, it's the druid! Callos, you got a blanket or something?\", Lissa asks as she vaults off her dog's back. I really need to give him a proper name, since he won't tell me the name his parents gave him... Laying one hand on his scaly skin, she winces at how cold the lizardkin is. With a silent prayer to her god, Lissa begins another healing spell...\n\nOOC: If she used up her day's quota on Tiriel, Lissa will start in with her wand of CLW." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Wow. You people move fast \n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAfter a few minutes of aimless wandering, Achkby surrenders to having lost the little dragon.\n Dammit! He spoke to us! And now I've lost him. Why? Why every time... why do they always fly away? If only I could fly after... \n\nDejectedly, Achkby returns to his friends, following their voices until he comes out of the mist. He is startled, though, to see that instead of tending to the people, two of his friends, two of those whose sense he trusts the most, are in an armed standoff.\n What in the nine hells?! I thought I brought dimensions to this story that none of them were aware of. But that is resolved, now, and there seem to be many, many more layers than I can imagine. \n\nHe watches with confusion for a moment, transfixed by the scene that has presented itself with no explanation. Eventually, Lumpy convinces both sides to lower their weapons, and Achkby heaves a sigh of relief. He takes a moment to look about him, wishing he had the gift of so many others to, 'take in the entire situation with a single glance.'\nHe sees the idiot sharpening his clumsy weapon on his own, and sulking.\nHe sees Callos and Lissa hunched over another body, further out on the bridge.\n A body with a tail? The dragon? No... \nHe takes a step towards them, but then stops. It is clearly not the dragon they are tending to. Because the dragon has settled just nearby.\n\nAchkby pauses for a moment, briefly transfixed.\n Finally... the one who spoke to us... he is so small! Is this truly a dragon? I had heard of younglings, baby dragons. But this one... he looks... \n\n\" Hail! \" Achkby hisses in its native tongue, breaking from his trance and moving carefully towards the creature. \" What is this? Tell me, what is going on?! \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWIth weapons lowered, Lumpy steps back slightly, so that he's no longer standing wholy between the two parties Some combination of relief and indignation mix upon his face at having to break up a fight. Warily, he responds to the elf's question,\n\n\" Not much more than a tenday.. why? \"\n\nHe wasn't liking the sound of this one." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Black-Haired Woman \n\nThe woman still paces up and down, half-listening to the confrontation. At S'irene's last words, though, she starts, her head jerking up. \"What? Sheyra's been posessed by the necromancer?!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The tiny dragon looks up at Achkby and shrugs. Your guess is as good as mine ... \n\n[hr]\nSlowly the lizardman begins to stir. His outer eyelids and nictitating membrane snap open. His eyes focus on the worried faces above him - Lissa and Callos ...\n\n[hr]\nAt Lumpy's words, the elf spins around, replacing her arrows into their quiver and slinging her bow back over her shoulders. She strides over to the black-haired woman and helps the armored woman to her feet.\n\n\"We have to go back,\" the elf says, her expression grim.\n\nTogether, the three women limp towards the horses ..." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa glances at her brother. If those women are going to go actually fight the necromancer... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay, you really are a fool. There's an evil body stealing necromancer with the resources of a noble at his beck and call. If you go back, he won't even have to get tanar'ri forces to destroy you. His unwitting human guardsmen would kill you for trespassing and he also has undead hordes to do his bidding. Do you really think the three of you, injured as you were by that hydra that Sethra could probably destroy with a flick of his wrist, could do any difference. Sethra dispatched practically an entire horde of Rashemi berserkers. We have to warn the Northern Armies!\" Fizahn looks at the elf with a dumbfounded expression, muttering about her stupidity in gnomish." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix stands up from his spot and brushes all the snow off himself. Once he has this accomplished he offers his hand to Achkby and proclaims \"Yix\" ." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" WE, Fizahn, have to worry about the know at the moment. Like helping the wounded and getting the hell out of here before the hydra comes back for its dinner. Then we will continue to the north and warn the armies. AFTER that then we go save Sethra, understood? And.....no one tell the lizardman about Sheyra. Trust me on this. \"\n\nHis voice was calm and reasonable. Very...unnerving in the area of heated debate and words. The necromancer shrugged his cloak off of his shoulder and wrapped it tightly around the lizardman, carefully watching every single one of his movements. The last time he had seen the druid the lizardman had not been too keen on his presence to say the least. It didn't stop him from looking over at Lissa to speak though.\n\n\" You know why I called you over instead of the green hair right? \" Then his tone turned teasing even as he did anything he could to aid in the effort. \" With Sheyra not here your the only one besides Lumpy he might listen to if he tries to kill me. I figure you would be easier to throw at him instead of Shark Teeth there. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa chuckles at Callos' grim humor, then turns slightly and yells over at the larger group. \"OY! Thokk! There's a wounded woman lying in the snow! Help her friend put her in the wagon before she freezes!\" Bloody tallfolk, got no sense of the practical. Standing around arguing while people freeze in the snow and a hydra roams nearby. Taking a deep breath that chills her lungs, she yells again. \"Lumpy! Aeroz! The lizardkin druid's over here wounded! Help us get him in the wagon!\" Hoping against hope that her contrary comrades actually do the sensible thing and follow her instructions, Lissa checks the druid's pulse again." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, Scaly one! What in the name o Moradin are ye doin here with this crowd? Are ye injured gravely?\" \n\nThokk rushes over to the lizardman, an actual expression of concern on his face" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Everyone's just up and gone mad here. Bah \n\nLumpy falls into step behind the women,\n\n\" Ya ain't gonna get nothing going back that way. One's them witches from the North - Hattans or somesuch, and her whole room full'a bodyguards died trying ta deal with him, and we almost joined them. If ya go back, alone, hurt, and unprepared, ya won't even be a hurdle fer him ta jump, just a bump smoothed underfoot. \"\n\nFinally, the orc shrugs, stopping short,\n\n\" I dunno what sort'a troubles ya went through once we got split up, but if ya ended up running across the drow and the lizard, it weren't pretty, I imagine. Whatever effort ya misplace here's just gonna waste all that. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nslowly wakes up. The first thing she sees is the shocked and concerned look on the halfling's face. Realizing what had happened, she silently words a \"thank you\" before trying to sit up. She groans and lets herself fall back onto the bridge. Stupid hydra...damn thing got me... She suddenly tenses and grimaces in pain and she manages to sit up this time. What she sees, is absolute chaos.\nIn front of her she sees Si'rene is in a stand off with a familiar looking person. She continues to glance around ands sees the lizardman and drow both laid out on the bridge, Please let them be alright she silently prays, as Katrin rushes up to her and the halfling rushes off.\n\nThe next few moments pass in a blur. Tiriel realizes that Si'rene has said something important, but she lacks the concentration to understand it's significance. She sits with her friend, shivering." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih stands still for a while, dazed.\n\n \"Damn\" \n\nClimbing back up to his cart, he jumps in a spurs the mule forward, towards the bridge." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The elf swings herself onto her horse with exquisite grace but then stops, staring intently towards the western horizon. She sits this way for what seems like an eternity, then her shoulders droop almost imperceptibly.\n\n\"You are right,\" she admits as she stares into the growing darkness (presumably addressing Lumpy and Fizahn). \"It's just that I believe that we have made a terrible mistake and utterly failed in a very important mission.\"\n\nShe turns to look at Lumpy, her face hidden in shadow. \"We should leave this place.\"\n\nShe then turns to the gnome. \"Fizahn, please tell me more about these Northern Armies and how you came to be on this road at this exact time ...\"\n\n[hr]\nIt is dark, however Delphinia believes that with the moonlight reflecting off of the snow, there should be enough light to travel.\n\nCallos and Thokk carry the lizardman to Hajih's cart, with Lissa holding on to his wrist. The lizardman is conscious, though he seems to be whispering in a tongue unfamiliar to them.\n\nTrinark's body is gently wrapped in a winter blanket and placed in Elthan's cart.\n\nThe others mount up, eager to put some distance between the party and the wounded hydra ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"We came to be on the road at this exact time because recently Sethra decided to kill the Rashemi who were spying on him. One Rashemi escaped and is now in the care of Darius and hopefully a powerful temple. While half-delirious from pain and under attack by shades, the berserker said we had to warn the Iron King, or something, so the Northern Armies would have time to prepare. That's all I know, but you can ask Achkby. He seems to have been employed by the berserkers.\" Fizahn leaves it at that and goes to the cart to check on the lizardfolk. He'll make it through this, but be very disappointed to learn I've failed to stop Sethra. At least those dreams of ours make sense now. If only we had seen it before. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy nods in satisfaction at the eventual display of common sense. Finally, some sense. The burly orc shrugs as she elaborates, responding in a vaguely polite tone, his grammar and phrasing sounding distinctly uncharacteristic, adressing the elf,\n\n\" We've all got our failures ta own up, and they can be a spirit-crushing thing. Best way ta deal with them is by correcting them. Take fer example my inability ta uphold the contract we made in Velprintalar. As a sellsword, my value lies in the value of my word and the bindings I make with it. So I'm making good on it; we'll call it an extension. Until I've squared up the difference, I'm still in yer service, ladies. I suggest ya focus on doing the same with yer mistakes. \"\n\nHe nods a few times, mostly to himself, before turning to focus his attention on the dead and wounded,\n\n\" She's right, wounded or no, we don't need that hydra coming back. Let's load up and pust some ground between here and there. \"\n\nLumpy pitches in, lending his muscle in transporting the wounded to the carts. At the sight of Trinark, he bows his head solemnly, giving the drow a grave offering of silence. When all is done and taken care of, he mounts up himself, cantering back tothe elfess and her companions and waiting to set off." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa abandons the cart and Nolan's blanket to the injured, and walks alongside once they get underway, close to her brother and deep in thought. Later, she thinks, she must approach someone and offer her help in performing an appropriate funeral, but it's too early now. The death is too fresh.\n\nShe asks her familiar, Orestes, to fly above and let her know through their empathic link if the hydra approaches the group, or the owl sees anything else he regards as trouble.\n\nOther than that, Nyssa walks, and Nyssa thinks. For now, she's fine being swept along whatever river her brother and she have fallen into. It has to lead somewhere." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan follows his sisters suit and walks alongside cart as well. He watches her owl fly up into the sky to do whatever it was she asked it to do. Damn bird. Since he'd been reunited with his sister the familiar had always irritated him. Nothing should be closer to his sister than her own twin brother. Especially not some animal. Talking about it would probably have done Nolan some good.\n\nBut this was Nolan.\n\nSo he furrowed his brow and kept pace with the group trying to clear his mind with the mental exercises his order practiced... Damn bird. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphina \n\nShe doesn't help with the movement of bodies, but keeps a watch about the group. Army? We are an army. I haven't spent more than a few hours with this many people since...I don't remember when. After giving her dog a good-natured hair ruffling, she moves up to ride at the front, knowing that many of the others are too preoccupied to watch for signs of danger." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Combined, there are nineteen members of your group, with an almost equal number of horses, making you a small army indeed.\n\nYou ride through the moonlit night, with those of you with darkvision or low light vision at the front and rear of the party. The injured and the dead are carried in the carts in the middle of the group.\n\nOverhead, an owl soars silently, scanning the area for any threats, as the moon shines brightly overhead. It will be full tomorrow night.\n\n[hr]\nAfter several hours of hard riding, Nyssa reports that there are lights ahead. Indeed, after riding for another half hour, you approach an ancient castle, perched on a low hill, surrounded by farms.\n\nStrangely, the cottages and farmhouses you pass seem to be deserted, devoid of people or even livestock. If there is any life nearby, it presumably lives behind the walls of the keep, which are lined with watchfires." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWhen it seems that the group will be moving on, Tiriel reunits with her warhorse who really needs a name after all this and carfully mounts up trying to avoid as many sore spots as possible.\nDuring the ride she speaks quitely to Si'rene, catching up on what she missed and clarifying their need to return to city that they'd just left. She also takes the time to study their new...companions. there's no way that we're going to be able to go anywhere without being noticed now she reflects lookign at the churned up snow their progress leaves behind." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix spent most of the journey napping on the horse he found most comfortable. Upon sight of the castle and more importantly the fires Yix's spirits improve slightly. Afterall, where there is fire there is warm food, hopefully." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Stunned Human Male \n\nOut in the dark, even behind the rearguard, the pale-faced handsome man rides mechanically. He has been following the group on one of the hrses he was left holding at the bridge, yet has refused to talk or even look directly at anyone. No food has he consumed or water imbibed as he has followed constantly a few yards behind all. Yet he does not seem to be intending antisocialness. Infact he barely seems to be there at all.\n\nHis trancelike state fails to let up even when dark falls, and any attempt to ride behind him results in a waiting game that none other has any particular desire to win, so he is left to his own incomprehensible devices.\n\nEntering the village, however seems to have some effect on him. Enough so that he seemingly reenters his own head and takes stock of what lies arround him. He slows his horse to a stop, watching the enlarged group go before him. Some he recognises. Most he doesn't. It matters not. They knew him not so there was no need for any long or emotional parting. Better to slip off unnoticed.\n\nHis head turns under the hood of the cloak, his sole garment, as he scans the nearest houses. apparently recognising something he approaches the second on the left, dismounts and nocks on the door which is swiftly answered. A few words are exchanged and he turns, patting the horses rump, sending it off after the others before slipping quietly within out of the freazing cold." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe decision had been made to limit the healing given to the fallen to merely stabilise them.\n\nWho knew what danger would lie ahead of them and how much healing they may need to conserve.\n\nWhile Tiriel recovered faster, Ssathiya remained weak and in shock. He thought he was seeing things. Old packmates hovering above his face. He closed his eyes and sunk back into unconsciousness. Images of Trinark's death flit past him.\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nA bump in the road stirred him and he groaned out. A soft touch awakens him and he stares up into the worried faces of Callos and Lissa.\n\n \"You?\" \n\nHis expression is one of surprise. Although weak and off-color, he struggles to sit up, wincing but allowing them to assist him when they do.\n\nHe accepts any hug or beaming smile from Lissa with a softening of his hard features. He looks directly into a nervous Callos but a slight nod and an impassive face show that he does not bear any animosity towards him.\n\nHe seemed like he might speak but a shadow falls over his face and he stiffens up. With a downcast face, he limps out of the cart despite Lissa's pleas and threats.\n\nOld friends who know him see him moving purposefully to the other cart and understand the need to leave him be for now. He ignores any new strangers who might interfere with him. But might hiss and snap his jaws at them if they persist.\n\nIf there is space he rides on the cart, if not he limps beside it, as close to his dead friend as possible. Any attempts to strike up a conversation are futile.\n\nHe cranes his neck up at the moon, realising its nearness to being full in a day. He then looks at face of his dead packmate and rests a hand on him.\n\nHe wondered if he ever would see him again. Beyond this life. Where all spirits rest in the world beyond the sky." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n As the woman realizes what is about to happen, she moans with fear and her knees buckle. She collapses onto the deck sobbing, \"Please! No! Please, not like this! Anything but this!\"\n\nShe turns her face towards your party. She has startlingly blue eyes and would probably have been considered pretty except that fear has twisted her features into a mask of horror. \"Please help me! Please help me!\"\n\nThe drow are as uninterested in the fate of the female slave as a traveller would be in a copper piece handed over at a turnstile.\n\nThe slave begs for mercy until her screams are muffled by the illithid's tentacles. She struggles futilely until her skull fractures with an audible crack. The actual consumption of her brain takes surprisingly little time, and her corpse is discarded with about as much fanfare as an orange peel.\n\nHer body splashes overboard. The water churns as unseen creatures beneath the boat divide and devour her carcass.\n\nThe illithid wipes some gore from its cloak, then resumes his post at the bow of the longboat. In response to his silent mental commands, the creatures below the boat propel the vessel forward. \n\nThe dream worried and pestered at Callos. Sometime during the wagon ride he had fallen asleep in the blanket that Nyssa had given him and oddly his subconsious mind had sprawled down towards the Underdark and the illithid manned ferry they had been forced to use. Perhaps because it was the point in time when they had been forced to send the lizardman and Trinark on their way. Series of disconnected and mostly unrelated images flooded through his minds before his slumbering form jolted straight up.\n\nCallos's pale face was covered in a pale sweat and his eyes where widened as if something had suddenly come to him in a revelation. The blanket was thrown aside as he jolted up and the first word out of his mouth was a shout.\n\n\" SNAKES! \"\n\nHe was panting. It wasn't normal either. The necromancer's sometimes analytical mind was set on edge as a few of the remaining images from his nightmare continued to surface in his mind. The woman's face as she had been traded off.\n\n Another life snuffed out by the oppressive smothering of the Underdark. Just like..No! Stay on track! Now where is Fizahn? \n\nTrembling more then a little the excited and slightly distraught necromancer went to find the gnome as well as Aeroz." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"You made it! Oh, thank the gods!\" The lizardkin finds himself being enthusiastically hugged by a beaming Lissa the moment he speaks. \"I thought you were dead, or lost and we'd never see you again, oh this is wonderful, hey where do you think you're going?\" During Lissa's high-speed babbling, her patient has got up and is struggling out of the cart. Oooh, Beshaba curse it all! There are times when I would love to be strong enough to physically hold one of these people down! Frustrated, she tugs at his tail to little effect. \"You're not anywhere near well yet! You'll hurt yourself! Please get back in? Get back in here or I'll turn you into a new set of leather armor, ungrateful lizard!\" Nope, he's not listening.\n\nWith a sigh, Lissa hops out of the cart and finds Cloudy, her new riding dog. \"Stupid tallfolk. Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me, Cloudy?\" Cloudy licks her face affectionately, assuring her that dogs always listen. Lissa smiles a bit and gets in the saddle, trotting to keep up with the rest of the caravan. \"Well, we found him and he's not dead. That's what's important. Poor Trinark... I was so hoping to meet him again too.\" She looks up at the bright moon. \"I hope he's happy with his goddess up there.\" \n\nTime passes, and the caravan (it's really too big to be just a 'party' anymore) approaches a castle surrounded by a few houses and farms. Lissa stretches in the saddle, looking around at her companions. \"What say we go up and knock on the door? We all need shelter from the cold, especially the wounded.\" \n\n\nOOC: Quick refresher for the new folks... Red is Draconic , Orange is Gnomish , and Purple is one of several colors used for Common ." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih takes a long drink from his flask before turning to Lissa.\n\n \"I say, we stake out a few of these cottages and send someone up to the keep.\" \n\nHe thinks for a moment \"Why don't we let Lumpy or the green-haired fellow do it?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy is for the most part silent through the trip. He offers clarifications to the various accounts and tales exchanged, as well as advice and opinions if solicited. Otherwise he leaves them free to go about their business, making no move to interfere with the lizard's mourning or the wounded's recoveries.\n\nWhen the subject of staying the night comes up, he becomes a bit more vocal, offering rebuttal in a typical gruff style,\n\n\" There's a few ways this can go, really. One, we go knock on the door. Two, we sleep on their front step. Or three, we just pass on by. One and two are only good options if they're friendly-like up there, but even if they ain't three's not much'an option either, since we've been going all night already. Horses won't take much more either way. \" He shrugs, \" So if we're staying here the night, we can do it with permission or without. I'd much rather do it with. Chances are they'd find us come morning anyway; we ain't exactly inconspicuous, ya know? Best we settle up now rather than risk a misunderstanding in the morning. \"\n\nHe snorts half-heartedly at Hajih's suggestion,\n\n\" I'll go if ya ain't got the heart. Anyone else coming? \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I'll go,\" Nyssa said, stepping forward. \"I think you're right, we should get permission. Or try to stay inside the castle, with our wounded and all. I have to say, I look pretty harmless, and that could help the conversation.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih, in the middle of a deep drink from his flask, does a spit-take when he hears Lumpy's comment.\n\n \"Ain't got the heart? What I ain't got is the interest, but if you need someone to hold yer hand, I guess I could volunteer.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Now you just hold on a minute missy. If you look harmless, act harmless, and talk harmless, what are they going to think? Especially if their NOT friendly. That sounds a whole lot like a quick death wish. And perhaps more then one should go. I for one do nominate Lumpy to go but I also plan on going with him. \"\n\nHowever once he got to Fizahn, and Aeroz if he's close he'll bend down and whisper.\n\n\" Fizahn, you said that Sethra was found in some kinda tomb or crypt that had something to do with snakes, right? And isn't there some kinda snake cult on the rise Order of the Serpent or some such? And in Hlodneth(sp), aren't there a whole bunch of well...serpent related things. It's something I remembered from the Underdark...with other things. And what does the dagger thing Aeroz was looking for? Did it possibly belong to Sethra? \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I happen to think that Lumpy looks harmful enough for all of us. Are you questioning his ability to represent our martial skill? I don't think there's any need to overstate the fact that there are.. one, two, three... oh, nineteen or so of us down here, most of us armed. I was merely offering to go with him to help facilitate.\" Nyssa smiles.\n\n \"If you want to get up in arms about it, though, fine. I'll stay here, or you can march an army to their door. I just expected... I don't know. I expected a kinder response from you.\" \n\nShe looks to Lumpy. \"I'll go if you need, or stay here if it's better.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Correction. I know for a fact that Lumpy is dangerous and he has good martial skill. But two people against a castle? Nobody would think some people are that stupid. Perhaps it came out....worse then I meant it. In my defense you made it sound like you where heading there by yourself. At least if two go one can retreat and get help. By no means am I saying ALL of us go up there and knock. \"\n\nHe shoke his head. Wait a sec, why do I care if she took it harshly? The simple fact is, is that none of us should probaly go up there except for news. If there's no one in these buildings then no one will complain if we stay in them. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, just choose already and go. Ill stay back, and a full castle aint so daft as to attack a small number of people when they obiously want to talk, simple warfare.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I'm sorry, Callos, I took you wrong, I thought you realized I was responding to Lumpy's question. Anyhow, I'm sorry. It's late, and I'm tired from walking.\" \n\nNyssa glances as Lumpy. \"Why don't some of us just start walking to the castle, and see who joins us? Seems like coming to a consensus won't work with a group this large. Not efficiently, at least.\" \n\nNyssa grabs her staff and sends her owl into the air again, ready to set out if Lumpy starts heading to the castle." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA stormy look began to grow on the necromancer's face but he shook his head. Looks like he would have to wait until later before getting answers to his questions.\n\n\" Fine then. I'm going too. I want to try out some new spells and Lumpy is one of three prime subjects for them. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih take a drink from his flask.\n\n \"If Lumpy's going, so will I\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy ignores Hajihs jibe, patiently listening to the others as they sort out who's going and who's not. When everything seems sorted out, he dismounts with a shrug.\n\n\" Fine then. Just stick behind me 'til we're sure what we're dealing with. We'll need ta be within arrow range ta hail them and arrows are havoc without some metal ta protect the meaty bits. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nWhen Callos asks about the dagger, Aeroz simply responds \" Well, It being called the Kris of Sethra does sort of imply that it did belong to him at one point. Otherwise, I don't know too much about it. \"\n\nPausing for a second, he adds on \" Hey, do you know anything about weapons that can influence the wielder. This new sword is doing something wierd to my hand. I draw it without even realizing it. I mean, I do that often enough, but not without noticing the weapon after the first couple of seconds. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I am now safely back in the USA. It took 33 hours of travel, but here I am, safe, sound, and utterly exhausted.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby spends the long ride conversing quietly and fervently with Yix. The little magician displays a concentration rarely exhibited, questioning the new traveling companion about his history and where he will go now.\n\nWhen the caravan arrives at the lights, Achkby barely spares them a glance, unwilling to pull away from the conversation he has been fueling with what might be an unnerving intensity.\nFinding that he has no more questions the little dragon will answer, he gropes around for more material.\n\" What do you know about the Order of the Serpent ?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHis tone became more animated, clearly excited about something as he began to question Aeroz while he waited for the other two to ready themselves to leave.\n\n\" I mean what did it look like? Did you ever see it well enough to describe it to me? And what can you tell me about Hlondeth(sp)? \"\n\nWhen Aeroz asked about a weapon being able to influence a person however the almost childlike curiousty darkened into a frown and worry.\n\n\" Well its possible that the weapon itself is cursed and that you simply succumb to the curse before realizing that you did. Thats certainly the more appealing aspect. The other end that I know of is that its well...intelligent. The weapon has a mind of its own and is trying to assert itself. If its merely cursed then a simple clerical spell can remove it. If its intelligent...well you'll have to come to terms with the sword. Did you feel anything diffrent when you noticed the sword? The excess of some emotion? \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n You know you aren't going anywhere without me little sister. Nolan smiles ruefully at Nyssa's back. He's too tired to talk her out of heading to the castle, dangerous though it may be. Plus, if there's one thing Nyssa's good at, it's talking and it looks to Nolan like there's going to be some need for sweeter parlance than the half-orc may be capable of. At the mention of arrows, Nolan wordlessly quickens his pace to place himself in front of Nyssa and behind Lumpy.\n\n Why do they call him Lumpy anyway? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nUpon hearing Callos' speculation about his new weapon, the expression on his face turns to worry. \" Mind of it's own? Are you saying that I may have been knowingly given a weapon that wants to act through me? It was one of Baran's associates, so it could just be a way of making sure that damn mission is completed. Is there any way you could know for sure? ?" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nWordlessly joins the lizardman. She quickly realizes that there are no words she can share with him, so she just stands there quitetly.\n You saved my life more than once today friend, and I never got a chance to say 'thank you'. I'll never forget that you died trying to help us. I just wish I'd known you better. \n\nHearing the argument about going to the castle, she frowns. The houses are abandoned, there is no real reason to go to the castle tonight. We're hurt, and tiried, not deaf thank you she thinks. Yet, she finds it hard to care enough to point this out. She slides down and sits with her back agaist the wagon. We'll see how things work out... " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix looks at Achkby scracthing his head. He stops scratching and looks around fervently for something, apparently not finding it because his tiny little dragon shoulders drop as he lets out a deep sigh. He then looks at Achkby and does his best to flick his tongue out like a snake would. He then scoots up onto Achkby's shoulder, and surveys the rest of the group. \"Where are they going?\" Yix asks Achkby, as he wasn't paying attention to the debate about the castle." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"I wonder why these houses are abandoned?\" She says it aloud, but not to anyone in particular. Delphinia elects to stay behind, keeping a watch behind them. An idiot child could follow their tracks." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "How large is Yix?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \nAchkby, confused by Yix's behavior, just mechanically follows the little dragon's gaze with his own. Good question. \n\" Um... well, looks like, maybe that big building. Dun know why, though... \" he replies.\n\nHe stares around into the dark, only now really noticing that they've arrived at something that resembles a destinization.\n Where are we? Hey... cold though they may be, those littler buildings look mighty inviting... \n\n\" Why aren't we in those houses? \" he askls the world at large." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa points at the smoke coming from the castle's chimneys. \"Looks like it's already nice and warm in the castle, and I'll bet they even have hot food. Hot tea, at least.\" She glances uneasily at one of the empty houses, stroking Cloudy's head as they ride by. \"Besides, the people aren't in their houses for a reason. I bet that reason is some kind of monster. Or monsters.\" The gnome joins the group of people heading up to knock on the castle door." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": "Yix is about a foot tall, about triple that if tail is included\n\n Yix \n \"They aren't ours.\" Yix replies calmly. The small dragon begins to shiver on the halflings shoulder as he lokos around at the empty streets and houses. A small growl from the tiny dragon seems to be questioning the emptyness of the place. The dragon hopes down and finds some more furs to throw on himself. As he generously covers himself he looks at Achkby again, he flicks his tongue trying to imitate a snake and tells Achkby that's he's never heard of a serpent, or one that has ever been orderly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene answers Callos' question. \"The Kris itself is a wavy, double edged dagger.\" She pauses. \"One might say that the blade was 'serpentine' in configuration ...\"\n\nFizahn adds. \"Now that you mention it, we did stumble upon an ancient burial ground in the Wetwoods filled with yuan-ti skeletons. Remember those barrows, Thokk? In fact, that burial ground wasn't that far from where we first met the druid. Apparently a whole tribe of lizardfolk still live in the swamp there, forgotten by us 'warm-blooded' types.\"\n\nAeroz, eyeing the serpentine filigree on the hilt of his rapier worriedly, begins to talk about Hlondeth, describing the Emerald City in as much detail as he can remember. Though the city seemed as normal as any other large metropolis, he does remember a restricted central area and rumors about the Queen being half-human and half-serpent. \"The Emerald Guard itself seemed human enough, however ...\"\n\nFizahn, Aeroz and Si'rene all fall silent as they ponder Callos' line of thinking.\n\n[hr]\nThe deserted village is quite creepy, even by moonlight. Some of you are uncomfortably reminded of another mysteriously empty set of dark buildings ...\n\nThe orange flames of the watchfires prove too alluring to resist. Soon you find yourselves approaching the fortified main gate of the keep. The road narrows as you near the castle, forcing your \"army\" into a narrow column.\n\nA not unfriendly voice calls down from above. \"It is a cold night for traveling, my friends. Who might you be and what business have you in Phent?\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy turns back to the column behind him speaking softly enough so as to not carry up to the keep,\n\n\" Hang back a bit fer now, but not like yer trying ta hide anything. Ya know, casual-like. . . But not TOO casual, keep on yer toes. \"\n\nHissing encouragement to his horse, Lumpy canters a bit ahead of ther column, turning sharply to present his profile in a gesture of good faith. Freed from the constraint of subtlety, his voice projects liberally, a good mixture of roughness and drawl that carries surprisingly well,\n\n\" Just a gaggle'a road-wearied travelers with business in the north! We'd be camped a few leagues ta the south, weren't fer that six-headed icelizard we run up on! Now we're nursing wounded, and a powerful desire fer shelter, should it be within yer graces ta provide! \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nas Lumpy goes up\n\n \"Ach, the bugger can actually talk!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"A six-headed ice lizard, you say? Well, wouldn't you know it, half-breed, you've just said the magic password!\"\n\n\"Come in and be welcome!\"\n\nThere is a mechanical grinding noise and, after a short delay, the iron-bound doors are winched open wide enough for you to enter." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n There it was again. Half-breed. Everyone was so blatantly unoriginal. \n\nLumpy can't quite keep the irreverence from slipping into his voice, though he surely does try. But his patience was wearing a bit thin lately.\n\n\" Many thanks! \"\n\nTurning to wave the others onward, he rides up towards the opening gate, intent on checking things out before the others walk into what might still be potential danger." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n \n Originally Posted by Dr. Bob \n \"A six-headed ice lizard, you say? Well, wouldn't you know it, half-breed, you've just said the magic password!\" \n \n\n\"Oh. I think I get it.\" Tiriel says to no one in particular glancing down at the abandoned village." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n I don't like this. Something's not right here. He couldn't pinpoint it though. Something was simply...off. Brow furrowed he still lined up right after Lumpy to be one of the ones to go inside. Twisting his head a little to whisper to to Aeroz he muttered low enough for the two of them to hear.\n\n\" Listen, we'll talk about this later. The best I can say now is that if it IS intelligent then try and establish a connection and come to an understanding. I'll do what I can to determine the truth later. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian looks up at the nearest person for the first time. He seems to take in all the other members of the group.\n\nSeeing Flamesword(Tiriel),Walks-in-Shadow (Katrin), and the flame wielding archer seated amongst the pack he had become part of, was a sight that left the druid feeling that something vital had fallen into place.\n\nThe circle was complete.\nThe pack had grown and come together.\n\nCloudhair had fulfilled his promise and more. He had sworn to guide him thru the darkness until light fell on their faces and he had stayed by the druid's side until he had rejoined those he had been lost from.\n\nIf this had served to bring together those who would help save his people, So be it.\n\nHis dark-skinned packmate had lived a noble life and died a noble death.Worthy as any of the people , by the teachings of Semuanya.\n\nHe understood that one more thing had to be done. A life avenged. A blood debt paid. It was their way. He could imagine Cloudhair's expression at what he was about to do.\n\nThe drow would not be happy.\n\nIt was the way of the people . Blood for blood.\n\nHe walked first to the female lady he had come to respect and follow in the tendays past.\n\nJumping out of the wagon he walks unhesitantly to Tiriel, wincing as some steps cause him pain.\n\nAs the blond woman looks upon him with a wan smile,\nshe did not expect the next words that follow\n \"I must leave you now.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Wow. An intelligent sword. All I've got is what I assume to be an age-old relic from Sarloc's family.\" Fizahn wanders away from the discussion about the sword and snakes and heads toward the druid. On his way, he draws his 'short sword' and examines it for a moment.\n \"How're you holding up there Druid? I wouldn't tell anyone here about our dead. Their simple prejudiced minds would cause them to run us off if they knew we had traveled with a dark elf, or dispose of him in a rude manner. I think you should be the one to honor his death with a burial or whatever you do in your culture. I also suggest you stay as far out of sight as you can. They've already proved their ill intent by insulting Lumpy. I don't trust them.\" The druid complies by wrapping his scarf and pulling his hood low. The only sign that he is anything other than a large humanoid is the tell-tale tail sticking out! He nods to the gnome and touches his shoulder, \"I will sspeak with you ..again.\" Ssathiya's common had improved greatly since Fizahn had met him. The druid turns back to the strange horsewoman who had been near-fatally injured. The grave expression on his face bothered the hardened gnome. He probably means once we aren't surrounded by so many strangers. \n Fizahn walks to the front of the caravan with Lumpy and the others negotiating with the castle. He begins to whisper to them in a voice that the guards can't hear. \"They're going to want us to kill the creature when they learn we haven't already. So, if they think we killed it, make sure they remain thinking that.\" \n\nEDIT: because Runehawk gave me permission to include Ssathiya's reaction to Fizahn's advice and is a great RPer." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nIf not all the group ended up coming up to the castle, Nyssa will ask Lissa or one of the other riders to notify them if they have a moment. If everyone is engaged, she'll walk back down herself to make sure everyone knows they've been invited into the castle.\n\nOtherwise, if everyone is there, she'll enter the castle after giving Lumpy a good headstart to check things out." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia, \n Back inside. Always back inside. Ah well, the cold is getting a tough on me these days. Delphinia barely urged Gladi to follow the group; the dog didn't need to be told twice to go towards a warm place to stay the night. And Gladi liked inside better than outside for sleeping." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix breaks off the conversation he was having with Achkby as the doors open, overjoyed at the promise of a warm fire and some good eats the tiny dragon rushes as fast s he can to get inside the castle, forgetting all about the furs or even his shiny new armor." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nSeeing that the castle's in habitants are friendly for now, Nolan waits by the gates until everyone else has passed before entering. Staring curiously and the small dragon they seem to have found. Quite the circus we must seem. " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " I don't trust anyone here, by the queen of the depths what have I gotten myself into? \n\na look of longing he looks to the open door of the castle. So inviting, and I could use some warmth, but I don't trust the people of this leep anymore then the grotesque half-orc. Ill let him eat the food first, got it \n\nwith those thoughts he chuckles to himself before leading his horse twards the open inviting doors" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"What an odd password\" Hajih remarks to no one in particular.\n\nHe takes a drink from his flask, looking from side to side as he does and goes inside.\n\nAs he passes through the gates he continues the remark \"I mean, it's not everyday someone comes up with a password like six-headed ice lizard.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You enter the gates two by two until everyone is inside and the gates are closed behind you.\n\nSome of you notice that the handsome man isn't with you anymore, though apparently no one felt obligated to comment on it. Everyone assumes that he is someone else's problem, which is just as well.\n\n[hr]\nThe courtyard is a mess. Barrels, crates, livestock, haystacks, wagons, tables, and tents fill almost every available square foot of flagstone. It would appear that the mystery of the missing villagers is solved - they have all relocated here, behind the walls of the keep.\n\nMost of the villagers are sleeping, presumably, and so are their animals. Several geese honk with irritation as they scramble out from underneath your horses' hooves.\n\nThe guards welcome you warmly, but you are surprised to discover that they are not human at all, as you had assumed. Instead, the entire night-watch appears to be made up of orcs, all wearing matching livery - a red tunic with a black lion rampant.\n\nThere are perhaps a dozen orcs that gather about you, leaning on their longspears, eyeing your group appraisingly. Other orcs remain on the ramparts, their heavy crossbows loaded but held non-threateningly or pointed outward away from the inner courtyard.\n\nThey look with particular interest at the drow and lizardman lying in the back of one of the carts.\n\n\"Are they dead?\" one of the orcs asks in flawless common." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nA look of honest confusion crosses Lumpy's face as he swings down from his horse, thunking ironshod feet heavily against the flagstone. This was something he hadn't seen before, and while he'd long considered himself more orc than human, he couldn't really say that he'd had much peaceful contact with orcs to begin with. But these orcs certainly posed an intersting sight.\n\nIt had been years since he'd actually seen a full-blood orc, not since he'd walked the north. Campaigning along the Spine of the World hadn't lent itself to trusting orcs overmuch; there, the orc tribes were almost feral, warlike and violent. Despite his orclike nature, he'd never seen one that hadn't been as interested in killing him as anyone else.\n\n Wonder what the story here is? \n\nLooping his reigns about the pommel of his saddle, Lumpy regains his composure, turning to face their hosts,\n\n\" The quick answer would be, 'no,' while further elaboration would clarify that only one'a them is. \" He shrugs, \" Hydra does quick work. Couldn't save them fast enough. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, confused at first by the abrupt departure of his conversational partner, merely shrugs, and rides quickly after the rest towards the keep.\n\n Doh! Boh! Oh! Damn equines! Whose idea was this riding! " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "ooc: can i get some clarification of where Lizardman is? RH posted that he was leaving and then the Dr. posted that he was on a wagon inside the keep. I need to talk to him damn it but I don't know where he is!!!!" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa tenses up a bit at the sight of all those orcs; she's never met an orc (as opposed to a half-orc) who wasn't bent on killing her. Her hand drifts toward her crossbow, then relaxes. Opening fire in here would be plain stupid. I just hope we haven't walked into a trap... The gnome cranes her neck to look up at one of the orcish guards. \"Is there room in the keep for us to stable our mounts and get some rest? It's been a long, cold ride with a hydra in it.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Well okay... so much for being safe in here. But really, Nolan looks around at the impressive collection of orcish warriors, if they wanted us dead they'd have made it happen by now. He makes his way over to his twin. \"Never a dull moment with these people is it?\" he whispers to Nyssa." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix looks around surprised to see so many orcs. After he gets over his brief surprise he notices the tunics on the orcs. He walks over to the closest orc admiring his tunic before asking the orc if they had any warm food to spare." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\n\" Either this is the most unique fortress that I've ever seen or we just walked into the big staging area for an orc attack force. ...By the gods I hope its the former. \"\n\n\nOkay....This isn't that bad...Its just a whole bunch of orcs...friendly completely intelligible orcs. ....I'm still dreaming aren't I? One way to fix that. Ambling up as nonchalantly as possible to Lissa he bent down to eye level and whispered.\n\n\" I want you to punch me in the face. As hard as you can. \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Nope, still not the strangest thing I've seen. Getting close, though. \n\nNyssa smiles politely at the orcs. \"Thank you very much for your hospitality. You're very kind.\" She's about to fall asleep on her feet, but she's not going to press them for a place to rest yet. They seem to be civilized people, they don't need to be pushed to politeness.\n\nShe smiles at her brother and whispers back, \"I have to say, our travels have been exciting, but these people have a... density of strangeness. It certainly keeps things interesting!\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih's eyes widen as he sees the inhabitants of the keep.\n\nHe looks deep in thought for a moment and then puts on the biggest grin he can and waves enthusiastically at the guards.\n\n \"Pleasure to meet ya.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The orcs make no other comment about the cart or its passengers.\n\n\"This way, please.\" A pair of low-ranking orcs leads you toward the back of the keep where a corner of the courtyard has been fenced off. Tidy barracks are arranged neatly against the massive outer wall of the castle. The stables are likewise clean and neat, with fresh hay covering the ground, the snow having been shoveled away.\n\nOnce your horses and mules have been tucked away, you are led to a large timbered building where you are greeted by a man and a woman. Both look a bit bleary-eyed and are still adjusting their formal robes as you enter a long dining hall.\n\n(The lizardman stays behind with the drow's body. The orcs do not object.)\n\nHuman servants are adding logs to the fire, and decanters of water and wine are being placed on the long table.\n\n\"Welcome, travelers! Sit and refresh yourselves!\" The human host makes his way to the head of the table. The woman takes her place at the far end of the table. There are 10 seats on either side of the table, so there is plenty of room for everyone. A large red banner hangs above the fireplace, with a large black lion rearing back on his hind legs.\n\nThe orcs head back to their posts, bowing and murmuring, \"by your leave, Lord Ulrich\" as they exit.\n\n\n\nOOC: Sorry about any confusion about the lizardman. I didn't know what exactly he was up to. If he has big plans, he is free to do what he wishes at this time. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy eyed his new surroundings with an air of typical suspicion. He sets a stark contrast to their new hosts in thair formalwear, garbed in his heavy plate and dirty winter suit, his look of calculating appraisal offset against their warm welcome. This was without a doubt the strangest castle he'd ever been in, and he wasn't quite sure he was willing to accept it at face value. Still. . .\n\nHe opts to seat himself near the head of the table. Pouring himself some water, he turns to address the man,\n\n\" Pretty nice setup ya gtot here, \" He waves an arm, as if to envelop the keep as a whole, \" Real neat-like and everything, I like that. Hydra must be real trouble, what ta necessitate all'a this. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The man laughs sadly. \"You have a gift for understatement, sir!\"\n\nLord Ulrich appears to be a young man of perhaps 20 years. He is dressed fairly simply, with only a large ruby-encrusted signet ring signaling his position. His brown hair is long and has been hastily drawn up into a pony tail. He sits forward in his chair as he converses with Lumpy.\n\n\"Since the appearance of the cryohydra, living outside the walls simply wasn't an option for my people. The quarters are cramped in the courtyard, but at least they can sleep without worrying about their cows or family members being snatched away in the night.\"\n\n\"But tell me, who are you and your companions? I had begun to think that perhaps my messengers had not made it to Telflamm. I assume that you drawn here by the reward?\"\n\n\"I was told that you encountered the beast, and that you have dead and wounded. They shall be tended to. Tell me, did you slay the beast?\"\n\nBefore even giving you a chance to answer, he continues, \"You must have crossed at Gref's ferry. How are they doing? What news of the war in the west? Is it true that you are traveling with a giant walking lizard?\"\n\nLord Ulrich seems genuinely friendly and happy to see you. His manner is almost childlike, and he is obviously hungry for news from the outside world. By contrast, Lady Ulrich sits quietly at the opposite end of the table, sipping from a wine glass. A sour expression on her face suggests that she is either bored or annoyed or both.\n\nLady Ulrich is tall and thin, and in her youth likely was quite striking. You note, however, wrinkles around her eyes and mouth and a subtle hollowness of her cheeks that suggest that she is much older than her husband." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Life is far too fleeting to be so unhappy. \n\nNyssa smiles, and seats herself next to Lady Ulrich. \"Lady Ulrich, please let me personally thank you for allowing us to partake of your hospitality. My name is Nyssa Oresta. I know it's late, and guests must be the last thing you wanted. It's very gracious for you to be up at this hour.\" \n\nNyssa leaves the conversation open to any path, but tries to pull whatever (annoyance or boredom) is bothering her to the surface, and let her talk through it." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nhangs back to speak with the lizardman. She knows all too well what he is probably thinking.\n \"You can't seriously be thinking of going back now.\" \nShe studies his face, and while the face is expressionless, his eyes are burning with sorrow and anger. Tiriel sighs, \"I won't let you do this alone. While you knew him best, we all regarded him as a friend and we all have the responsibility, and the right, to avenge him. \"\nShe takes her time explaining this, stumbling through various versions making sure that her friend understands what she is telling him.\n Friend. Yes, these are my friends. They are as quick to come to my aid as I am quick to go to theirs. And they are willing to chance death. Yes, all of my companions who I traveled up from the Underdark with are my friends. She looks at the blanket wraped form in the wagon, and I don't easily forgive people or mosters that harm them ." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan hopes that the groan he just let out can pass for his stomach growling. Oh Gods Nyssa, NO! Leave the woman be! Not in the mood to hear her probing questions being plied to a complete stranger, Nolan seeks a seat somewhere else at the table and promptly finds himself next to the older halfling woman. At least she's sensibly quiet. Nolan attempts an awkward smile at Delphinia, \"Uh, will you need some assistance seeing over the table? Perhaps a book or something in your seat...?\" \n\nNolan catches himself, actually hearing the words that just came out of his mouth. I'm guessing Nyssa would have said something slightly different... " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nAfter bedding down Gladi for the night, Delphinia follows everyone else inside. When Nolan asks, she lifts an eyebrow at him. Then she cracks a grin and slaps him lightly on the thigh. \"It's ok, kid. I think I can manage.\" She sets her backpack, quiver, and bow down carefully, then climbs up into one of the chairs." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy tips back his glass, draining the water he'd poured in one pass while the Lord throws out questions. He attempts to keep the impatience the creeps up on him from crossing his face as he waits for the man to finish. Afterwards, he is silent for a moment, as he ponders each query and it's response in turn,\n\n\" Ain't seen no sign'a no messengers in Telflamm, though I can't exactly say we were looking fer one. Our business lies further north, but ya'd be best suited not holding out fer more help from Telflamm; things will be getting. . . hectic there. \"\n\nHe considered the next one for a moment, the gnomes words cause for thought, but in the end, he had no desire to break his word with an outright lie,\n\n\" The icelizard gave a good run, killed one and nearly got a few more. He lost a few heads in return before he cut and run, but I assume he's still skulking about somewhere. \"\n\nThe next question draws a moment's confusion,\n\n\" Ferry? Oh right, the pyres. Not so good. Had ta pole across myself. \" He glosses quckly over this continuing, \" War ain't so good neither. Word is, Myth Drannor's fallen, if ya beleive it \"\n\nHe stops there, either forgetting or ignoring the question about the lizardman as he pours himself some more water." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Lumpy's right. I haven't heard anything about a bounty on a cyrohydra, but I confess, we hadn't been looking. We had some problems of our own to deal with. I do believe your messenger has died though.\" Fizahn frowns regretfully for a moment. I'm also sorry to inform you that we can't go after it at this time or partake in your bounty. Let's just spend the night and leave. Please no one say anything stupid. He looks at Nolan pointedly for a second." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix hops up on the table wakling its length a few times to try and figure out exactly what he wants to eat. He finally gives in and proceeds to try and sample some of everything." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHelping himself to the wine, Hajih listens intently to the conversation between Lumpy and Lord Ulrich." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, yer lordship, I have a few questions of me own, how has such an alliance come to be that you command such a well trained army o Orcs? It be quite impressive. Im guessin the hydra is the cause, but even so they seem to show years of training, and frankly not somethinkg I would expect from simple Orcs. Also, explain more of the bounty, we were travelin for other purposes but we now have a bit of a debt to pay on this overgrown lizard\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nThroughout the entrance to the fort and the bar, Aeroz had been thinking upon the meaning of Callos' words. From the way the Necromancer had described it, the sword might very well be intelligent. But what could he need to come to terms with?\n\nSeeing that food had arrived on the table, Aeroz takes a glass of wine, but does not drink it. Staring into nowhere, he sighs slightly and takes a sip." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Meanwhile, what had happened earlier.. \n Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman had walked beside the blond swordswoman as they had entered the keep. He had not been keen to enter a looming structure like it.\n\nStill he had not planned on leaving in the night.\n\nHe looks pained at the woman's response.\n\nHe sees empathy on the warrior's face and sighs.\n\nPointing to his face, \"This is not ssorrow,.. not anger\" He frowns as he is acutely reminded that Trinark is no longer around to translate for him..\n\n \"My emotionss are different to control.\" . He swings his good arm around. \"Coldbloodss feel differently\" . He **** his head slightly looking at the woman and hoping that she understood.\n\nThe emotions that had surged thru the reptilian had become muted. This was normal for any cold-blooded species that simply never experienced the full emotions, the warm-blooded races enjoyed. The lizardman was an anomaly in that in experiencing elevated emotional moments, he had proven that cold-bloods could possibly be 'infected' by it.\n\nHe points to his chest with a single claw. \"The pain iss here\" \n\nHe explains slowly, frowning with effort to pick the words in common, \n\"Blood for blood...Life for Life...way of the people . MY way. The Debt must be paid\" \n\nHe understands that the drow's companionship meant something to her but he is reluctant to hunt the creature with this injured companion who almost died.\n\n \"The hunt iss dangerouss. You are not well. Your courage iss great but... I... have no healing to give.... you and time iss sshort\" , he hisses.\n\n \"I not sstop you but not want you in danger. Not about re-venge\" , he solemnly states. \"Tomorrow. Sunrise. The hunt begins\" He places his hand on her cheast causing her to widen her eyes in alarm\n\n \"If we do not meet again, I say to you,'Good hunting'\" \n\nThe druid turns abrupty and walks back to sit on the cart where Trinark's body lay. Signallling that that was all he would say for the moment and figuring he had left it open for the morning, Tiriel lets him go.\n\nThe blush from her cheeks fading, Tiriel removes her hand from the hilt of her sword where it had swung to reflexively under the swells of her cloak.\n\nHer last thoughts as she walked off to find the others were Lizards lay eggs..so i'm guessing lizard women do not have breasts.. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia listens carefully to everything that is said loud enough to hear. When Thokk speaks of going after the hydra, she starts to nod slightly. \"A creature like that isn't natural, and it sure shouldn't be allowed to terrorize these folks. I'd like to hunt it down, even if you kids have somewhere else you need to be.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, from the far side of the table, speaks up once she hears of a plan to hunt the hydra. \"I think we should help--\" she stops, then starts again, \"we can't just let a creature like that roam--\" once again, she stops, and then starts, \"with our combined forces and some strategy I think we should be able to--.\" \n \"I'm sorry, I'm just so used to Nolan interrupting me, I don't think I know how to complete a sentence.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh... I'm starving. I don't care if the food was prepared by orcs, it smells fantastic. Achkby thinks, surveying the table laid out before them. And they probably cook meat pretty well, besides, he adds to himself, reaching for some sort of roast. Hmm, potatoes. There are potatoes there, too. But who needs potatoes?! It's all about the meat... \nHe sets into the roast with gusto.\n\nWashing it down with some wine (excellent, for being so far north), he pauses to consider the fact that almost none of the others are eating.\n And I imagine Yix even has a stronger stomache than I... \nBut he pulls his mind from its little food-centered haven, and listens as the count begins to speak, and his less well-spoken companions reply.\n\n[hr]\n Oh, by Brandobaris, what are we getting into? They want to go back and fight that beast? I do not know if we would all survive. It was a fearsome serpentine beast.\nIn it, I saw the might of a dragon with many heads. It was very like a dragon in its appearance, and yet Yix urged us to fight. Should he not respect his kind? I charged then, hearing him cry for help, but I do not know, now, if I could fight it. It looked more a dragon than even Yix, who is so tiny... Though perhaps, with all of those heads, it might have become confused? I have been told that the great serpents are very wise. This business of heads... it confuses me.\n\nMightn't it confuse the hydra, too? I want to stand with my friends, where we go from here, but against this creature... I feel it may deserve my respect. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nLooking at his sister, Nolan replies, \"I've learned that the only difference interrupting you makes is that it increases the amount of grief you give me.\" He takes a sip of water from his goblet to hide his grin.\n\n \"Besides,\" he continues, \"there are those of us who are wounded and who could use a day's rest before we continue. I know I don't have much say in what happens with this group, but the beast is wounded and needs to be slain. Though I am anxious to keep moving forward, it would be wrong to leave with things unfinished here.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\n[color=blue]'Ach aye, not only is it not supposed to belong, its harmin others and there be a reward. Makes it simple for me. Got a grinding stone and a forge I can use to prepare?\"[/color}" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Thokk, while I'm not saying the beast shouldn't be hunted, its just that we have...business to attend to further north.\" He pauses to take another large gulp of wine \"On the other hand, we owe that damn critter a little something for our troubles, So how about some folk volunteer to stay here, kill the ice-lizard and catch up to those of us who choose to continue on.\" \n\nHajih smiles a wide grin and continues \"I, for one, would love to show that damn ice-thing a few things, most of them quite unpleasant.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh, no. Really, let's not go. \n\n\" But, we really do have urgent things to do North of here. Perhaps, after we finish that, some of you could come back and, er... 'deal' with it... \"\n\n It's not like we ever finish the job when we actually reach a place. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \ncatches up to the group as the last person enters the room. She quitely takes a seat near the back, and listens. She frowns and exchanges a signicant glance with Katerine and Si'rene when ferries are mentioned, but says nothing. Tiriel finds herself disinterested in the \"world update\". Her conversation with the lizardman provokes a flurry of thoughts that tumble around in her head.\n\n what right do I have to help him? should I help him, was he trying to tell me that he wanted to do it alone? no that's not it, it was more like he had to go back, some belief or tradition, and he didn't want others to feel obligated to help... \n\nWhen talk turns to the Hydra, her focus is drawn back to the table. She waits for a break in the conversation before speaking, \"Let's hear the details and ask some questions about the beast before we charge into an argument about tactics.\" \nShe turns her gaze to the Lord and Lady Ulrich, \"How long has the beast been here any how? From the looks of it, you're village is fairly well settled into your courtyard.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nAfter Yix has gorged himself with enough food, he goes and lies down near Achkby. He lies down with a audible sigh and just lays there for a few moments as tiny moans escape his mouth and loud grumbling escapes his stomache. After a few moments Achkby hears the question \"Will you fight the beast with us?\" reverberate in his mind." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCallos remained quiet during the trip into the castle and through the orcs and the Lord and the Lady. He had too much to think about with his current line of thought before he could handle new problems. But this news of staying and hunting a hydra grabbed his attention almost immiedetly. A stoney look came over his face such as that only had been seen when Djital had been slain settled over his features. When he spoke it was softly but quickly grew louder.\n\n\" Have we forgotten what our real mission is? To inform the Northern Armies so that Sethra can be destroyed. Nothing else. Or have you forgotten where Sethra is? He's inside of Sheyra, the girl who helped most of us through the Underdark and who gave us a place to sleep and recuperate, even if it only was a day, after we escaped. We owe her more then we do this town. WE need to go after the greater menace. Do you really think this hydra is worse then the army of darkness that will descend if WE fail? \"\n\nBy the time the necromancer was done he was glaring at each of the people who had travelled with him through the Underdark, an unspoken accusation in that glare. After another moment or two of this however he stood and began to stride out of the hall back towards the carts. He could prepare to strike out from there if need be and he would be more comfortable in the blanket. Before he exited the room though he turned back and spoke in an icy cold voice.\n\n\" And did any of you think this lizard is merely a diversion sent to slow us? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTurning to Callos\n\n \"Ach lad, take a look. This beastie has evidnetly been here for a long while, and if it indeed be a plan to slow us down, it must have been in places for ages and frankly I doubt that. Lets kill the bugger, lop off some head, collect some coin, and head on our way. Besides, der ye wanna see this thing kill more people?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nPushing away Yix's thought, Achkby responds to Thokk.\n\n\" Do ' ye ' want to see an army of undead ravage the entire northlands? These people are safe from the hydra here. As well-trained as these orcs look to be, they can't hold back Sethra and the forces he can muster. These people are safer if we keep heading north. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although the hour is late, no one seems very tired. A fire is soon roaring in the hearth, and servants bring small boosters so that the gnomes and halflings can sit comfortably at the table. It would appear that they are used to entertaining travelers of many races.\n\nThe conversation around the table becomes increasingly animated as the servants place pewter plates of sliced roast beef and boiled potatoes (cold), day-old bread, and cheese. Your water and wine glasses are refilled generously and, though the midnight meal is perhaps plain, it fills your stomachs.\n\n[hr]\nNyssa attempts to engage Lady Ulrich in coversation. The lady nods politely, but makes no attempt to reciprocate. \"Travelers are always welcome on the Golden Way.\" She smiles thinly, then looks away and continues sipping from her glass.\n\n[hr]\nLord Ulrich is disappointed to hear that the hydra still lives, but he listens with interest as you argue amongst yourselves about how best to handle the hydra problem. Especially when he hears that many of you are eager to return to the bridge to hunt the beast down and finish it once and for all.\n\nOthers, however, principally Achkby and Callos, urge restraint. There are larger issues at stake here, they argue. Slaying the hydra will delay your journey and will risk the lives of those in the hunting party.\n\nWhen asked, Lord Ulrich reports that the cryohydra appeared almost two months ago. He mentions that other magical creatures had appeared in the area recently, including a number of trolls.\n\nWith the town relatively isolated due to the winter snows, he had thought it prudent to bring his villagers into the castle for safety.\n\nHe seems almost amused at Thokk's query about the orc garrison. \"In the heart of Thesk, humans and orcs have lived in peace for many generations. Generally the orcs keep to themselves in the foothills of the Thesk Mountains to the east, but they make excellent mercenaries and have been valued allies since my grandfather's time.\"\n\nHe frowns. \"They are proud and strong, but they have proven to be no match for the hydra. We have lost many orcs to the monster, and I have forbidden them from continuing their sorties lest we have too few orcs left to defend the keep.\"\n\n[hr]\nLord Ulrich looks stricken when he hears about the deserted ferry and the pyres. This news seems to upset him more than the news of the fall of Myth Drannor.\n\nHe leans forward, almost rising to his feet. \"You found no one alive at the ferry? There was a young woman living there, several ferrymen as well. Surely they are not all dead?\"\n\nHearing that there appeared to be no survivors, Lord Ulrich sinks back into his chair, covering his eyes with one hand.\n\nLady Ulrich places her wineglass down on the table suddenly. She stands and announces that she is feeling tired and that she will be retiring. \"Please make yourselves at home. What is ours is yours.\"\n\nShe sweeps out of the hall with another thin-lipped smile." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy bridges his gnarled fingers as he leans elbows forward on the table, letting his roast beef and bread lie for the moment while he formulates his thoughts into coherant sentences.\n\n\" There are two issues here, and they ain't as clear-cut as they seem. The first is our need ta get north quick-like, and the second is obviously six-headed. WHile it might seem clear that the quickest way ta accomplish the first is ta ignore the second, that prolly ain't the case, interestingly enough. While I personally ain't got an overbearing desire ta risk my neck fer the folks here, there are other circumstances ta be factored in. \" The scarred half-orc throws a meaningful glance at Si'rene, Tiriel, and Ginevra, \" There are some among us, and I ain't wholy exempt in this either, what ain't terribly keen on this particular hydra's existance, on account'a past slights. And while I might be convinced ta let it slip, I don't think that'll be the case with everybody involved. \"\n\nHe leans back deliberately, letting a moment's pause draw out his meaning,\n\n\" The quickest way north ain't necessarily the straightest line, and splitting ourselve up over this issue ain't gonna make the hard road any easier if past encounters are any gauge ta judge by. Throwing an unfit bunch against the hydra'll likely kill them, and half our lot running inta the next hydra or whatever down the road'll have the same troubles if we ain't careful about it. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nCold, fatigue and emotional stress have evidently taken their toll on the normally ebullient Lissa. She eats and drinks heartily, but doesn't seem inclined to contribute to the conversation. Maybe because so many people are trying to make themselves heard.\n\nAfter the meal, Lissa looks around for her lizardkin comrade... and he's not there. Frowning, she gathers up some meat in a napkin and heads for the stables. He's probably brooding over Trinark. That man- lizardkin- had better not be planning anything stupid, or I'll keep him unconscious until he's healed! \n\nSure enough, the druid is in the cart with Trinark's body. Lissa hops up with the ease of long practice, offering him the food she saved. \"Here, I brought you some dinner. You need to eat.\" She sits down next to him, attempting to read his expressions and body language. It's been a long time since they parted, though. \"You know, a bunch of the others want to go hydra hunting. I figured you might be interested in that... given what happened, and the fact that it's an abomination of nature and all.\" Lissa gives him a sidelong look. \"We're not at full strength, though, and that includes you. And something tells me that if we are going to fight and kill that ice-lizard, we'll need to be at top form.\" She produces a dagger from somewhere and begins idly tossing it in the air, the narrow blade flashing in the lantern-light." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos \n\nnow inside Silithos sees the food and grins a wide shark-toothed grin ah! food at last . greedily grabbing a large portion of bread, he slaps some roast on it and begins eating it, once finished he grabs a large glass of wine and leans against the wall crossing his legs.\n\nSipping lightly he slowly drifts deep into thought, while thinking he runs his finger over the rim of his glass making an anoyying whistleing sound.\n\nafter a bit of conversasion he slowly begins returning from his dazed thoughts.Then hearing the word \"reward\" he snaps back imediatly uncrossing his legs and letting his weight come off of the wall. Reward?! \n\nGrinning his trademark grin he continues to say I belive that you could use the favor of Umberlee if we are to fight this beast, and it would be... profitable if we stayed for a short while to slay this beast " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan continues to drink the water in his goblet, listening to the words of the group around him. Deep down he believes in the urgency that Callos and Achby spoke of. But, looking at Nyssa, he knows that she'd be much happier doing some good here and now to help these people. He is sworn to free his homelands from the curse of the undead that plagued it as soon as possible. But he is also dedicated to preserving the well-being and happiness of his sister. Tonight the two goals seem so totally opposed to each other. What was he supposed to do?\n\nHe looks over to the little dragon that had been picking its way back and forth across the table and smiles. Was its life as free from complications as it seemed to Nolan? Also, could it be convinced to eat Nyssa's owl?\n\nWith a quiet clearing of his throat, Nolan sits up and turns his attention back to the discussion at hand." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia's mind is made up. She listens and says nothing else while helping herself to the food and drink. I'm going after that hydra with whatever other folks decide to go. That thing'll be dead before I take another path. Too bad it has to be a cryo hydra. Ah well, I've certainly had worse luck. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa watches Lady Ulrich go with a look of concern. Maybe something is going on here? \n\nOf course, her brother would point out that of Nyssa's many \"hunches,\" only a few had paid off. That travelling salesman she questioned? Not a Rakshasa in disguise. The local tax collector she cornered a few towns back? Not under the thrall of an Ogre Mage. She was still suspicious of the innkeeper they'd met a month ago, however. At the very least, he had deep-seated issues about his parents.\n\nWhen it came down to it, Nyssa couldn't keep her nose out of anyone's business for long, and she knew it. Which was why she was absolutely, positively, going to stay out of this discussion. She knew she and her brother would fight the creature, and that's all that should matter. Yes, she was going to stay silent, and let the group work through the discussion without her inp--\n\n \"Callos, please. Sit down, we need your intellect. Your friends aren't any less dedicated just because they're discussing a topic.\" \n\nShe'd work on staying out of things tomorrow . Or possibly the day after, depending." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTurning to the Lord\n\n \"Yer lordship, as you can see we are slightly split on this issue, and shall resolve it later. Neverless, if we are to go out, what is the current reward on this beastie, and could we expect to use some castle supplies if we do venture out to kill it?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix begins to find the topic of the hydra boring, and eventually makes his way back to where the cart was left. Despite his playful nature on the outside, on the inside the dragon had already decided what must be done about the hydra. He'd follow his friends wherever they went, and he felt he knew what they would do." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHaving healed himself lightly with a spell he had memorised the lizardkin had been filling his water skin and that of the others on the cart with an orison when the female gnome had appeared.\n\nBlinking at the food he picked at it gingerly initially, motioning her to share in the food as well.\n\n \"Thank you\" \n\nHe had been eating and quietly listening to her until she had mentioned that the hydra had been an abomination. Amused inside but not showing it, he wrapped his tail around the gnome who was sitting beside him. Like an arm around the shoulde, but only loosely curling around her hip.\n\nHe had been touched. His heart had been a little lighter when she had mentioned that many would be hunting the beast down.\n\n \"It will be good to kill creature before moonrisse tomorrow\" , he says speaking slowly.\nA palm returns to rest on Trinark's still form.\n \"It will honor him and the full moon iss what Cloudhair..Tri-naark would wish\" \n \"None need come but i am honoured to hunt with you...as before.\" \nHis expression changes to one of deep satisfaction. \"Your kill was good. sSethra iss no more. One iss not pleased that one wasn't with you\" \n\nHe sits quietly once his meal is concluded. Either staring into space or at Trinark's covered form. He doesn't ignore Lissa but seems content to be silent in her company.\n\nOOC: cast CLW on self and memorise new spells" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn ate the food he was given quickly. When everyone began arguing, he decided to stay out of it. We need to go and talk to the iron lord to warn him about Sethra, but the hydra is a threat. We can get money for the hydra, but is it more pressing than Sethra? I don't really want to go warn the northern armies because it's Achkby's fault we ran into the berserkers in the first place. He's the one who gets paid if we complete our job. The monster also killed Trinark. Embroiled in self confusion, Fizahn decides to follow Lissa as she brings food to the lizardman. Hopefully there he will be able to think about the problem and maybe discuss it with the druid.\n\n Fizahn listens to the druid talk to Lissa. He smiles when he realizes Ssathiya is set in his mind. However, he frowns a second later when he realizes the druid has not yet learned what happened to Sherya. \"Oh damn. He has no clue Lissa! He doesn't know what happened to Sherya. He doesn't know why we were heading north. There's no doubt in his mind what we have to do because he doesn't know the full severity of the situation. I hate to throw doubt on his course of action.\" The urgency in Fizahn's voice is apparent to the lizardman. Fizahn looks at the lizardman with sorrow in his eyes and explains all about the Rashemi berserkers and the specters.\n\nOOC: I assume you've been reading it and already know RH, so I don't have to type it all out." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nStopping for merely another moment or so to speak just loud enough for the others to hear.\n\n\" I would be staying if my intellect was needed. No one here seems to want it at the moment, merely moral guidance and I am no cleric. I know what needs to be done and if no one else follows I'll go by myself. The only thing I'll contribute to this....debate is this. What makes you think the cyrohydra is any weaker from the previous battle? \"\n\nHaving said his piece the necromancer hurried out of the hall and down to the stables. More then a little surprised to find the gnomes and lizardman there he ignores their presence as he climbs into the cart with his belongings and sits down moodily. He would at least wait for their decision before leaving." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia seems unperturbed by Callos's comment. \"Well, of course it'll be fine by morning for sure. It wasn't even bleeding anymore when we checked out the tracks. That doesn't mean it should be allowed to run free. Seems to me, if you kids have to go save the world, then get going and do it. I'm for sure worried about what'll be left, though. I don't hold much truck with saving the world. That kind of thing is too big for me. But a town, that's something I can wrap my head around.\" She stands up in her chair and reaches over for some bread, then sits back down and starts ripping it up to eat it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lord Ulrich broods in silence for a while until he is directly addressed by Thokk. \"Oh, yes ... the reward ... of course. The message I sent offered a 2000 gp reward for slaying the beast plaguing our village. The gold will be yours if you are willing to help us now.\"\n\n\"The orcs believe that the hydra sleeps during the day. If you are able to track the monster to its lair while it is resting, perhaps you can catch it unawares. To kill the beast, you will have to chop off its heads, but beware - it will grow new heads if its wounds are not cauterized with fire!\"\n\nAfter the impromptu meal, small crystal vials are brought out and given to those of you injured in the fight with the cryohydra. \"These draughts will restore your energy and warm your bones. Drink them and sleep well!\"\n\nLord Ulrich rises and takes his leave. Servants (human, not orc) stand by, ready to lead you to your rooms, when you are ready to leave the table.\n\n[hr]\nAs Callos slips back to the stables, he finds Lissa and Fizahn deep in conversation with the lizardman. They are trying to explain what happened to Sheyra while he was lost in the Underdark. Callos isn't very familiar with lizardfolk body language, but from the knotted tension in the lizardman's posture and by the way his claws are digging into a wooden post, he suspects that the lizardman is not pleased.\n\nOnce the story is complete, a sad silence falls over the stable. Unexpectedly, Trinark coughs." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach lads, we need to prepare. We seem rather split in our desired courses of action. I believes I have one we can all agree on. We need to go North. The river the hyrda was stalking flows North. Correct me if I be mistaken, but we can travel a helluva lot faster by boat then by foot. I propose we spend tomorrow preparing, and leave two days hence, slay the beast, then float down the now free waterways. Make sense to the lot of yer?\" \n\nOOC: Ouch, twice ignored by Ulrich, Thokk isnt pleased" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy eyes the vial curiosly for a moment before deciding foul play would be impractical at this point. He drains it quickly,\n\n\" Just float upriver, eh? On what, dare I ask? I ain't no shipwirght, and while I'm sure our collective talents are real esoteric, I don't think boatcraft's one'a them, much less putting something capable'a holding all the folk and horses we got. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene frowns at Thokk's suggestion. \"We need to reach the River Mulsantir far to the east before heading north to Rashemen. The river we just crossed would simply float us back to the Sea of Starry Night.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: Lord Ulrich wasn't ignoring Thokk. I just made an error. I corrected my previous post to reflect that Thokk was the one who asked him directly about the reward. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos, the oh so very confused \n Cough? Did the dead body just...cough? Thats a new one. I've seen them dance, juggle, perform sleight of hand, attack villages, stand guard, make good furniture, be pack mules, rise from a grave, haunt a town, and play instruments, but coughing.....Thats just messed up. \n\nThe implications hadn't quite set into his mind yet, he was too busy simply staring at the supposedly dead (or was it undead?) drow who had just made a noise. A slow blink and then the necromancer was heading over to the body with delibrate carefullness and prodded Trinark in the side. Maybe he had imangined it." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter walking for a bit (short legs and all) Yix finally makes it to where the cart was left only to find a group of people there. By the shocked expressions on their faces Yix can tell he just missed something. Cursing his luck for always missing the good stuff Yix walks over to the others, trying to figure out whats going on." }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos \n\nhearing thoughts of taking a boat Silithos rejoins the conversasion Ah a boat, back on the water, where I was meant to be .\n\n[color=Lime Green]I think that once we reach a river that takes us where we need to go using a boat would be the best way to travel as I am an excellent sailor and am high in favor of Umberlee the queen of the depths! [/color]Silithos proclaims grinning" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nThe days of travel, and the long journey this evening, have finally caught up to Nyssa. She stands slowly, finds a servant, and asks to be taken anywhere she can get some sleep." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih grins, perhaps the affect of a bit too much wine, until he hears Silithos' suggestion.\n\n \"...A boat?\" He asks, a look of barely contained panic on his face, \"I'd rather take on that hydra alone than go on any boat.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUpon hearing the cough, Lissa turns around and stares at Trinark's body- or maybe Trinark?- for a long moment, her expression almost a parody of shock and disbelief. Then her hand shoots out, feeling at the drow's neck for a pulse. \"Great good gods, could he possibly be alive?! Druid, do you have any healing spells prepared? You're better at this stuff than me, see if you can find a pulse...\" As she talks, Lissa retrieves her healing wand with her free hand, poised to use it if necessary.\n\n\nOOC: Heal check!\n 6 + 1 = 7 Umm... that probably tells me something along the lines of \"he's a drow, and he's not moving\". :P" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some of you retire for the night, while others pull chairs up to the fireside and sit puffing on some cigars, thoughtfully provided by your host. The conversation jumps from hydras to boats to tobacco as everyone's eyelids begin to get heavy ...\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, in the stables a surprising scene is unfolding. As Yix hops up onto the cart, he is astonished to see Lissa, Fizahn and the lizardman ripping the furs from the drow's body.\n\nLissa checks Trinark for signs of life while Callos pokes at the drow's body clumsily. The drow's skin is cold as ice, and Lissa begins to think that the cough was a hallucination when finally her small fingers feel a faint pulse at the carotid artery.\n\n\"He is alive!\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n \"The hells?!\" rips through the minds of those around Yix before he fals off the cart in pure and utter shock. After a bit of composing himself and picking his jaw up off the floor Yix hopes back up onto the cart and stares in sheer awe of Trinark." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn whips out his 'short sword' as soon as he hears the cough. When he realizes it came from Trinark, he immediately goes over to help Lissa and the druid remove all his furs. He waits in fearful anticipation as Lissa checks for a pulse. His joyous thoughts are cut short suddenly by Yix's plummet from the cart. He spins around, his 'short sword' out and ready for trouble. \"Smooth dragon,\" he mutters as he sheathes his 'short sword' and turns once more to face Trinark." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nAnother harsh cough escapes Trinark's throat...\n\n Sooo cooolllddd... \n\nHis right hand twiches, then his whole arm spasms. Only to be followed by another series of sharp coughs.\n\nOne thing is certain though, Trinark is indeed alive!" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Well I must say that this is a rather odd surprise. \n\nThe necromancer's mind just kinda shut down and began to run on auto-pilot as he hurried over to the cart with his belongings and pulled out his blanket. It was with the same speed that he hurried back and wrapped the cold numb body of Trinark in it and lightly slapped his cheeks.\n\n\" Wakey wakey drow. C'mon. Eager people to meet you. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Hajh, Thokk and now the drow? People associated with this group sure have a habit of not being dead when everyone else thinks they are \" Aeroz comments as he arrives to see the dark elf regain conscious." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Many of you are drawn to the commotion in the stables. As Trinark revives, he begins to shiver uncontrollably, but Lissa and the lizardman are able to slowly return his body temperature to normal.\n\nAfter Trinark is carried inside, servants provide another vial of healing elixir, and the drow is placed gently in a warm bed to rest for the night. The lizardman insists on staying by the drow's bedside.\n\n[hr]\nThe next morning dawns bright and sunny ... and noisy. The inner courtyard is filled with the cacophony of mixed livestock forced into close quarters.\n\nA large group of human villagers and orcs has gathered outside Lord Ulrich's guest house - word has spread about the nocturnal visitors and their exotic companions ... a lizardman AND a dark elf!!! \n\nLord Ulrich and Lady Ulrich are at their customary places at opposite ends of the great table for breakfast. The fare is pretty much the same as the midnight meal. Lord Ulrich apologizes for the meager offering.\n\nTrinark's presence at the table naturally fascinates Lord Ulrich, who begins asking him rapid fire questions about life in the Underdark, which Trinark does his best to deflect politely.\n\nEven Lady Ulrich shows some emotion at the drow's appearance, arching a single eyebrow.\n\nAs the servants clear the table after breakfast, Lord Ulrich leans forward in his chair. \"So will you be heading out to slay the hydra then?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nAs Trinark had revived fully just before morning dawned, he opened his eyes to the sight of the lizardman meditating by the bedside.\n\nOpening his eyes the lizardman had growled only one thing\n \"Do not... EVER ..do that again\" \n\nLittle was said other than Trinark convincing the lizardman that a spare vial would not do him harm.\n[hr]\nThe drow sat now at a table of the lord of this big stone house. Similar to Sheyra's but without a warm pool.\nHe hovered protectively over Trinark.\n\nHis hood was pulled over. but as binding his tail was uncomfortable he let it peek out from under the back.\nThe humans here knew him to be a lizardman anyway.\n\nHis eyes rested on the leader's mate. As a druid he read an animal's thoughts from body language and instinct and he knew something to be wrong with her intuitively.\n\nNot knowing what was wrong specifically and believing his packmates to not take him seriously he did not bring it up.\n[hr]\nIn answer to the leader's question, he simply hissed a loud \"YES\" . Even with his intelligence he could see that the hydra was troubling these humans and.....\n\n..... it was on the way back to Sheyra anyway." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nStriking up the stump of cigar he'd saved from last night, Lumpy shrugs,\n\n\" Ain't sure. If it were as simple as someone saying yes or no, we'd know, and if it was up ta me, we'd be done and gone already, \"\n\nHe lets it hang for a moment, puffing on the cigar a few times,\n\n\" But it ain't, so mayhaps ya'll get lucky. \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nThe dreams had come again that night. She saw the dead rise, she saw her family killed. She was alone by a crypt, fighting off the corpses. She was about to fall.\n\nEach of the abominations was familiar to her, like family themselves. She remembered the face of each and every one she'd helped to bury. And, when their faces were gone, she remembered a detail -- a ring, a tattered piece of clothing that remained hanging from their bones, strangely enough, a limp or a missing limb. She knew them all.\n\nHer charges had risen up to bring her down.\n\nShe had woken up with a start, frightened, but controlled herself quickly. It's okay to be afraid. It's not okay to STAY afraid. \n\nSo, the dreams. Were they a warning? Did they mean she was straying from the direction she should go, or already on it? Or did they just mean she was exhausted and rightfully confused from the news of the drow rising from the dead?\n\nNyssa plays with her food, eating little. Maybe today would indeed be the day she didn't stick her nose in everyone else's business. Nolan would be pleased, at least." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby sighs.\n Not again. Couldn't we finish this last night? We'll be arguing as we pack the horses. \n\nWary of arguing with the determined and well-beloved lizardman across the table form him, Achkby nonetheless quietly objects.\n\" Druid, \" he begins, \" Now that we know Trinark survived, the hydra has taken nothing from us. I want to help these people too, of course, but there is a greater evil we must stop, and that means heading north.\nThe more of us who travel that way, the greater our chances of our success. And we value your companionship, in and out of times of trouble.\nPlease, we can return after we have spoken to lords of the North. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia seemed unruffled by anything that had happened with these people so far. Undead attacking people in an Inn? Okay. Hydra rampaging through the wilderness? Okay. Orcs guarding humans? Okay. This guy dies, then gets better? Okay. People trying to avert The End Of The World As We Know It? Okay.\n\n The food here is pretty good. I wonder if these kids'll notice when I go off to track down the hydra? I wonder if any of them will come with me? That would sure help a lot. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan notices how distracted Nyssa is this morning. \"Isn't this your cue to tell everyone what they should be doing?\" he whispers to Nyssa with a nudge and a small smile." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smils at Nolan, reaches for her fork, stabs a potato, and flicks it at him. He was right. He was also damnably agile, easily deflecting her potato missile.\n\n \"I know you barely know me, but I feel we should go back. That hydra's a hazard to a lot of people, and should only delay us a short time if we work together.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark dreamed of his ordeal. Remembering his last moments, where he was filled with the healing energy of his spell. Then the abrupt cold of the breath weapon, and slowly drifting away into numbing cold...\n\nHe opened his eyes slowly, noticing his friend and companion sitting next to his bed. It was true, he was alive, and it was a miracle.\n\nHis lizardkin friend growled at him, \"Do not...EVER...do that again.\" Trinark tried to smile, thinking his friend was trying to be funny. Then he realized how painful the experience must have been for him.\n\nTrinark spoke in a hoarse whisper, \"She said it was not my time yet. There is important work left to do, and I was given a second chance. She believes I am worthy of her grace.\" \n\nThe lizardman didn't respond, but Trinark didn't expect him to. Eventually, Trinark managed to rise from the bed and dress himself with relatively little assistance.\n\nDuring the morning meal Trinark endured the noble's questioning politely, but revealing few specific details. When the conversation turned to the opportunity to dispatch the creature that caused his demise, he was more than attentive. He welcomed the chance to slay such a vile beast." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nBefore Eating, Thokk goes and visits Trinark\n \"Hello lad, I seem to remember you from something but Im not quite sure. Regardless, what did you see? Now im not the only one who has returned to this world from the beyond\" \n\nAt the table\n\n \"Ach, we should smash it! Though we need probally another day to prepare, yer lordship. As I have asked before, would we be able to gather some simple supplies before we leave to slay the hydra?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nLooking directly at Achkby,\nhe is unusually eloquent and his agitation is given away by his raised neck and back spikes which are revealed as he pushes back his hood. You notice that he has painted his face with some ceremonial symbols. \n\"Spear-wielder, I was moving north with my other pack, carrying an object given to us by Sheyra but Not-sheyra. A hatchling is now possessed by this cursed spirit.\n\nSo much death, evil and imbalance around us. I sense a... growing tide which will destroy the growing things and birds and beasts that live.\"\n\n\"In my heart, I ..felt.. i had failed.. my people.. and you\"\n When he says 'you', he swings a claw to take in all the SoSN party.\n\n \"I am druid. Hunter. Lizardkin. ...and now Pinkskin-friend. All things are joined. We are here. NOW. together.\" He looks at the whole party, newcomers included. \"The hydra must die. Sethra must die. They are prey and we are hunters. This is the way of things. I will feast on hydra flesh tonight and seek guidance on ssethra \"\n\nHis speech is hissing and there is clear emotion at some points but all present sense that the druid is clearly determined to hunt the hydra down and return back the way to Teflamn to take out Sethra by whatever means.\nBy 'guidance', you assume he means something spiritual.\nHe clearly is ready to move and seems restless. Darting glances he gives to the lady of the manor seem to be the only thing out of place.\n\nOOC: the face-paint is from some miscellaneous herbs i carry and I used up my CLW last night and drank a potion (to update the char thread.)" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter the lizardkin speaks Yix looks up from his meal, \"Does hyrdaflesh taste good?\" Yix asks him licking his lips together in anticipation." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Achkby, there is no question that we should stop Sethra, but don't we owe it to our gracious host to get rid of that hydra?\"\n\n\"Besides\" He looks over at the Trinark \"It almost killed one of us, we owe it for that.\" " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " Silithos \n\nas the group bickers they look around the room and get that feeling that something is missing something substancial. Then It comes to them all at once Silithos, the green haired priest is missing.\n\nOutside the keep Silithos walks past the houses, retracing his steps and grinning heh heh, when I kill the hydra I will get the full 2000 gold, oh yes this will be very profitable indeed upon reaching the bridge Silithos attempts to retrace the Hydras tracks thinking Damn! I should have brought a tracker, eh I think I can handle it. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWith Trinark alive once again or had he ever died in the first place? Callos looked even more adamant about his decision and didn't participate in the discussion. In all seriousness he had taken nothing from the host besides the space for the wagon and didn't feel any obligation greater then the one for Sheyra and to pay back Sethra." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia left the table after the 'discussion' began, going to take care of her dog. She gives her some food and water, then spends several minutes brushing out Gladi's shaggy coat. Finally, she saddles her up and ties on all their gear. Having finished that, she gives Gladi a good long scritch behind the ears, then returns to the others, to find them still 'debating'. kids \n\nShe clears her throat and with a clear voice says, \"I'm off to find a hydra. Any of you kids want to come along, that's fine by me. Any of you don't, that's fine by me, too.\" She then turns and heads back to Gladi. After giving her a big hug, she waits a few minutes, one hand holding the reins, to see if anyone is coming along." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nWhen Delphinia states her intentions, Hajih stands up.\n \"I'll go.\" \n\nHe wanders down to the stables and gets on the wagon, waiting for anyone else to come along." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Sure, I'll go after the hydra.\" Fizahn announces after seeing how set Delphinia and Ssathiya are. Did I just sell out the world for a share in 2000 gold pieces. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nAs members of the group rise from the table, Trinark also moves off to find his belongings. After chatting briefly with his comrades, he locates his equipment in one of the carts.\n\nHe immediately begins donning his equipment, trying to stretch the remaining stiffness from his bones. The sight of Eilistraee's symbols on his chain shirt and shield renewed his spirit and strengthened his resolve. Once finished, he went looking for his Druid friend. Just the sight of his faithful companion made him feel at ease." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nWith a quick glance to her brother, Nyssa stands up and follows the halfling ranger out of the room. The longer they sat there and debated to try and convince a few holdouts, the more time they wasted. They could kill the hydra in a day and get back on their path.\n\nAt the very least, this move would put all the people in the courtyard who wanted to fight the hydra, and allow them to discuss the viability of the fight today, when some members might still be injured. That was a much more useful topic than deciding IF they were going to fight at all, which this conversation seemed to center around.\n\nThat decision had been made last night in Nyssa's mind." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan watches Nyssa head out of the dininghall. With a quick nod to those still seated at the table, Nolan stands and exits to gather their belongings and join the others in the courtyard. He knew all along what her decision would be. He just wasn't in any hurry to step back outside into the cold." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n- last night -\nTiriel leaves the dinning room discouraged by the split between the party memebers. She realizes how important the situation is, but she also knows that it just feels wrong to leave without doing something that seems well within the abilitly of the group.\n\nAs she makes her way to the keep, she hears a commotion over by the wagons where the others who left early have gathered. She walks over and after questioning Yix (who seems to be in silent shock) she finds out that Trinark, somehow, lives and has been taken by the lizardman to rest inside.\n how? no, best not to think about it too much. Tiriel decides. She retires for the night in a much better mood and with a large smile.[hr][hr]\n- The next morning -\nTiriel awakens feeling much better and heads down to join her compainions for breakfast with their hosts. Casual talk isn't even grated breathing room however, as the banter from last night continues. Tiriel is glad to see Trinark joining them and she welcomes him back with a smilie.\n\nShe eats her food, enjoying anything warm, and listens once again. When a few of the others have left, their minds made up, Tiriel decides to speak.\n \"I think I can speak for us all when I say that the situation we've been put in isn't very pleasent - having to choose between a helping a vilage or warning the world of a larger threat.\n I understand how grave the situation is. But the thing is, I know I'll have trouble leaving here knowing that I could have done something. I also cannot stomache the idea of leaving some of my friends behind just because they don't agree with me.\" \n\nAfter finishing her...speech, Tiriel stands up and giving a breif nod to their hosts, she leaves to join up with the other \"hunters\" outside.\n\nooc:\nhow much HP did Tiriel regain from the \"potion\" and resting?" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy sighs deeply, pushing himself away from the table. he'd suspected this would be the case from the start, but now his hands were tied. If he wasn't true to his own codes, of what use was his word?\n\n\" Well, that tears it. As I'm inclined ta honor my engagements in the order they're accrued... \" He glances at Tiriel as she leaves the room, \" Unfortunately fer the world at large, my contract with the women predates any business I got with Sethra, Hathran, or this Iron King, so I'm obligated ta deal with it first and foremost. The rest'a this business'll have ta wait a day. \"\n\nHe flicks his head back towards Callos, or anyone else who looks like they're planning on heading north regardless,\n\n\" Now, if I was you, whether or not ya got the slightest interest in tangling with the icelizard, I'd just wait. Hard as it might be ta stomach, doing otherwise'd be trading bad odds fer worse. This delay ain't gonna take but a day, two tops. Ya getting a few days head start down a road proven ta be dangerous ain't gonna be near as productive as ya think. \" He rises, turning to exit the hall, \" Just keep it in mind. \"\n\n-----\n\nStepping out into the courtyard, Lumpy spits out the remains of his cigar mournfully, looking up to address the others,\n\n\" This shouldn't take long. We got no shortage'a head chopping ability, I imagine. Hgaveing more fire'd be good though. The biggest trick'll be pacing ourselves not ta cut off more heads than we can burn quick-like. \"\n\nBefore they leave, Lumpy will look into procuring a two-handed slashing weapon he could use, preferably something with reach, like a ransuer or guisarme." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix stakls off after the hunting party, only stopping long enough to give the Lord a bow and put on his shiny armor. He was ready to fight the hydra, he was just hoping it wasn't ready to fight him." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen Lumpy gave him the words of advice Callos managed a short bod before replying.\n\n\" I'll wait. I can't promise how long but I'll try. I'm not known for my patience. \"\n\nIt was true that he was going to wait but if there was one thing that Callos had learned long ago it was that every second no matter how small it was made a diffrence. And with the stakes that big on the line Callos knew what he had to do and more importantly when." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAfter waking up from a very odd dream, Aeroz goes to eat breakfast. Once done, he seeks out Callos.\n\n\" Hey, Callos? Can I have a word with you? I think I may have an idea what the sword wants out of me. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen Aeroz approached him and asked about the sword Callos looked mroe then a little suprrised and then sheepish.\n\n\" Heh. I had almost forgotten about your sword with everything thats going on. So what do you think it is? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n So many people to keep track of... arrgh! Lissa seems constantly in motion this morning, flitting between various groups of people in a vain attempt to get all these strong personalities to actually work together. It doesn't really seem to work. In a brief pause in the chaos of packing, Lissa seeks out Achkby. \"Great good gods... I thought things would be easier with more people, but instead it's turned out to be ten times more complicated!\" She pushes a stray wisp of hair out of her face, looking irritated. \"What this motley crew really needs is a leader. Somebody who can make decisions quickly without this endless debating. Sheyra might have been able to do it, but...\" Lissa sighs, looking sad, then lowers her voice. \"Oh, speaking of that, have you got any sort of paralysis spell? Something that'll stop a person moving without hurting him? I'm afraid our scaly comrade is going to try something stupid if he's still mobile after fighting the hydra.\" She pauses. \"Um, if you're coming with us, that is... I don't really fancy the thought of a hydra on my trail. Better to face it when everyone's prepared than be fatally surprised some night on our way north.\" \n\nAfter her conversation with Achkby, Lissa heads for the stables to groom and saddle Cloudy. Clearly the gnome intends to join the hydra-hunters." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thanks to Lord Ulrich's elixirs and a night of solid rest, each of you appears to be more or less whole. Some aches here and some discolored fingers and toes there, all of which are fading rapidly under the magical effects of the healing potions. Even Lumpy seems back to his usual self, having shaken off the effects of the spectre's touch.\n\nLord Ulrich has little to offer other than your choice of mundane weapons and armor. He also offers several bundles of torches, which he hopes may be of use. The orcs have already lost several champions, and Lord Ulrich needs the rest to guard the castle, so you will be \"on your own\" as much as more than a dozen seasoned adventurers can be on their own.\n\nIt looks as though the general consensus is to try to flush out the hydra before heading onward toward Rashemen. Only Callos, Elthan and Aeroz linger behind. Aeroz seems focused wholly on his new sword, whereas Callos seems to have decided to remain behind on principle. Elthan has not been the same since the encounter with the spectres. He speaks hardly at all, and lingers in bed, coughing weakly ...\n\n[hr]\nThough many of you are strangers to each other, the shared desire to slay the hydra seems to have united the majority of you at least for the moment.\n\nYou set out back to the west before the sun has cleared the treetops. Silithos' tracks are easy to follow ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Last chance to clarify whether you are staying behind or not. You might consider breaking up into two or three smaller groups to cover more area in the search for the hydra. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nGetting up, Elthan lets out a long, whooping cough as he heads down the hallways. Once more the undead have earned my undying hatred for the next week. I'd go with the others if I wasn't in such shape. At least Callos seemed to be staying. \n\nHe heads to the parlor the group spent the last evening in and peers around as he enters. A bit weakly he inquires to the room, \"Callos, are you in here?\"\n\n(OOC: Sorry for being so silent here. After I came back I couldn't think of much for Elthan to say, though meek and sickly seem to cover for that. I'll try to get more involved after we finish with the hydra.)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe elf came into the parlor to find the human ruffling through his possessions as if to make sure everything was there. Once he had finished talking to Aeroz the necromancer fully intended to seek out Lord Ulrich and see about acquiring a horse and map to wherever the Iron Lord might be. So when the sickly elf came in his frayed nerves snapped and he spun around.\n\n\" Elthan what are you doing up and about? You should still be in bed. And I don't plan on being here long. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan shrugs and jokingly replies, \"You know me, always dragging myself into the center of attention. I hope none of us plan on staying long. We do still have to get to the Iron Lord, don't we?\" He walks to and then collapses on the first comfortable chair he can reach." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I'm glad that someone else sees that but I'm not quite sure your well enough to travel yet. Though if you think your well enough then your welcome to come with me. \"\n\nThe statement seemed a little off until the elf watched the necromancer pull his pack up and shoulder it. Then quite oddly he sat back down with a slightly melachony look on his face. That and some barely hearable muttering made his intentions clear.\n\n\" I said I'd wait. Until sundown then and then I'm out of here. We simply can't afford to waste time here. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSeeing as the others were gearing up to leave, Aeroz had to make a decision, fast.\n\n Intelligent sword says look for Sethra. But choices I have right now are stay here with the bookworms, or go hunting a hydra. Neither seems relevant, and there is always free will. The problem is, how the hell do I know if the sword could take over my body and force me down one road. \n\nAeroz leaves the company of Callos and stands outside for a breif moment.\n\n Ok, logical thought out the window here. I can't stand sitting here and doing nothing. Hydra it is. \n\n\" And as for you Mister Angel-Sword, if you think differently, you can go right ahead and try to stop me. \"\n\n[OOC: Aeroz will be going with the Hydra people]" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nStooped just outside the keep, Delphinia checks a few footprints. \"Looks like that green-haired kid set off on his own. Shouldn't be too hard to find him, though. Villiage idiot could follow these. I guess we hunt down the hydra, then if he's found it too, we find him?\" Maybe even before it kills him. Idiot boy. She climbs up on Gladi's back and starts off at a slow pace until everyone else sorts themselves out and gets going, assuming that, as a tracker, she'd go in front." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa sends Orestes into the air again, asking him to keep an eye out for anything approaching the group, and also for any sign of the hydra.\n\nDressed in warm furs again, she follows the ranger on foot, to the middle/back of the group." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n At Breakfast \nAfter the Druid's explanation, Achkby shakes his head glumly, and returns to his food.\n This lizard is the most stubborn, impractical being I have ever met! He can't seem to comprehend that there might be things more important than his own personal revenge. Perhaps, in his culture, nothing is more important than vengeance. But can his mind not even break from that ingrained value system to realize that trying to muster the forces of the Northlands must take precedence over all else if the... if the world has any chance of staying together?\nOh, sure, he volunteered to go on his own... but he knew everyone else would go with him. There was never any real danger, for him, of having to go fight alone. He'll have a whole army behind him, willing or not. And I'm going with them, too, dammit! but I won't fight. I'm giong with them, but I won't fight. I don't care why they think this is of any importance, the Hydra has not taken any thing from us.\nI will go, but I will not fight. \nHe continues to eat his potatoes with a vengeance, head bowed.\n\n With Lissa \n Oh, Lord. \nBefore she can jet away again, Achkby reaches out to grab the pretty gnome by the hand.\n\" Lissa. I'm coming with you, don't worry, \" he says, mustering a bit of a smile.\n\" But I won't fight these lizards. Not the Hydra, and not the Druid. I'll come to make sure you don't die, but my spells are not going to waste on either of them.\nIt's not what we should be doing. And if the druid wants to go off on another personal crusade after this, I'm letting him. And I'm going North.\nI'm sorry. \"\n\n In The Present \nAchkby goes outside, saddles his pony, and stands beside her, arms crossed and legs akimbo.\n Look at this. All this urgency, all this enthusiasm, and for what? A tangential journey towards a dangerous beast for no gain.\nI wish I had the backbone Callos does. I wish I had the courage to stay here. But like a coward, I'm following the rest of them into danger. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan secures a simple quarterstaff from Lord Ulrich's armory, some rags and some lantern oil before setting off after the halfling ranger, his breath coming out in small white puffs in the morning air.\n\n[Hope that's okay, the idea is to light both ends of the quarterstaff and cauterize the severed head stalks. If not, Nolan will just set out with the group]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix sets out with the others, and right away goes about like he is a tracker. He sniffs the air every few steps, and every once in awhile bends down putting his tiny face to the ground as if to feel any sort of movement that isn't the party." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptiian had frowned initially when the drow warrior had risen to accompany him.\n\nHolding out both palms out, he had tried to keep him seated and open his mouth to tell him to rest.\n\nA word and a glance from the stalwart packmate of his was all it took.\n\n \"Together\" \n\nThere was no disagreement as the drow finished drinking the vials and pushed more into the lizard's hands.\n\nThey arrived below and were confronted with the sight of nearly the entire party.\n\nThe confrontation with their old party no longer able to be put off the two exchange greetings and well-wishes with their old comrades. As the journey gets underway Trinark as the more verbal among the two fills the SoSN party in on the details of their travels after the split.\n\nThe lizardman is more conversative than his usual curt self but as this is only slightly less than the usual for the taciturn half-orc among them, this isn't much.\nNow in the daylight, standing erect, a burden seems to be lifted off his shoulders and his posture and facial expression of satisfaction with the world at large is how his friends know him to be happy.\n\nHe happily pats Lissa if she has more hugs, gives manly hugs to Fizahn, listens to Lumpy talk about his flail when the lizardman points out that he's got a new one.\n\nHe stops when he comes to Thokk and casually sniffs the air around him before saying with an expressionless face,\n \n\"I watched you die. I failed you\" \nHe does not sense the Thokk to be undead but cannot conceive a possibility in which a living Thokk could stand beside him.\n\nWhen Thokk finishes answering him, he enquires about the naked spider-men, he remembers Callos from the night before. He sadly confirms he was aware that the witch and one of the wizards he had started the journey with had died.\n____________________________\n When the hunt is well on the way \nOOC: i assume the party has been folowing Delphinia\n\nHe trots up to Tiriel\n \"My magic aid you before kill.\" \nHe pauses before making a request. Si'rene who is riding beside her hears it as well.\n \"You find bird for me?\" \n\nOOC to SoSN: do ask Ssathiya to call yr name if you want him to." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy rides at the front as well, plying tracking skills developed as a wilderness skirmisher and bounty hunter alongside Delphinia. Not that the road back, or Silithos' tracks made a particularily challenging trail to follow, but he did beleive in being certain. Musingly, he lets a comment slide, mostly to himself,\n\n\" Moron.. looks like he saved me the trouble. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSeeing that Elthan seemed to be a little bit tired from the undead attack still. Deciding to let him rest in the pallor while waiting for the sun to set the necromancer pulled himself up and began to wander about the castle. He avoided the orc guards, after all they might be even more touchy then Lumpy, but whenever he came across a seemingly aware, airheaded, coniving, and pampered person (a courtier) he made sure to pull them aside to inquire about the state of the relationship between the Lord and Lady." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos casually asks around about the Lord and Lady Ulrich. He learns that relations between the two have been relatively frosty lately. She spends most of her time up in her tower while he frequently rides back and forth to Telflamm \"on business\", or at least he used to before the trolls and the hydra showed up ...\n\n[hr]\nMeanwhile, the party retraces their steps back towards the bridge. Before they get there, however, they manage to catch up to Silithos ... at least his lower half.\n\nA gory trail of blood leads away from the road (and Silithos' legs and pelvis) towards the forest. Not too far away Delphinia and Lumpy find Silithos' torso and head. Apparently, the hydra didn't find Silithos very appetizing.\n\nSilithos lies face up, his mouth open revealing his shark-like teeth. His trademark green hair still frames his face, which is remarkably untouched, considering the violence wreaked upon his lower body. It almost looks like he is laughing ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCuriousty piqued by these odd circumstances and already pondering about what on earth was going on he asks around to find the coach driver for the Lord (If there is one) or about the guards who travel with him on these trips.\n\nAfter asking them (subtley threating if neccasary) about where his Lordship stopped the necromancer asks for his way to the tower to talk to her Ladyship." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Yuck. Poor kid.\" Delphinia makes a face. \"We oughta do something, don't you think?\" She looks at Lumpy. \"I mean, throw him in some water, or bury him or something.\" \n\nShe dismounts and takes a look around, trying to determine which way the hydra went." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nUpon the group's departure from the castle, Trinark made sure he pulled the furs up around his head. The bright sunlight combined with the glare off of the snow was very uncomfortable for him. During their travel he face was complete hidden.\n\nWhen they discovered the dismembered body, Trinark loosens his cowl to examine the remains. He spoke to no one in particular, \"Does anyone know the burial customs for his people? We should not leave him here like this.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan sinks into his chair in the parlor with a warm cup of tea. He stares at the empty fireplace with a bored expression. \"It is for certian now. Life draining is worse than a cold. Not only does everyone tell me to stay in bed or equivilantly, but it doesn't even clear up in the end.\" He lets out an exaustive sigh as he stands up from his chair and begins to explore around for the highest point in which to get some air, prefferably an empty tower. If he spies a library on the way up, he'll stop and pick up a random book to read on the way up." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Toss 'im in the deepest water we can find and let his god sort it out?\" Hajih ventures.\n\nHe rubs his chin for a moment \"Suppose I should say something: Here and here lie Silithos, we barely knew you and liked you even less.\" He chuckles weakly.\n\n \"Oh well, he shouldn't have gone off by himself\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nA look of inevitable acceptance crosses Lumpy's face at the sight of the slain priest. he didn't like the fellow, but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to see the guy ripped in half. but what was done was, and it was his own stupid fault for it,\n\n\" Well, seems he was Hell-bent on seeing my words put ta truth, in more ways than one. \" Kneeling, the dour orc prods and paws at the cleric's torso, looking around for interesting things to \"borrow\" He shrugs as the others mention burial, \" Tossing him inta water seems fitting, but ti'll have ta wait after we're finished with our business. Can't let his idiocy unsettle our need fer haste. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe smell finds him before they come across the body of Silithos.\n \"Blood!\" \n\n, he says after coming to a sudden stop. He moves forward more determinedly. Hoping there are carrion birds that may answer him.\n\nWhen they find the body he says nothing; he does hover over Trinark at that point." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan's steps slowed with the others upon the broken body of Silithos. \"Regardless of his deity,\" Nolan began quietly, \"he passes before Kelemvor, as will we all.\" He waits calmly while Lumpy finishes relieving the slain cleric of his possessions and makes sure Delphinia doesn't need to glean any information from his corpse before disturbing the body.\n\n \"I am no priest,\" he continues, \"but death is the domain of my order and the charge of our family.\" Nolan carefully picks up the lower half of the body and places it below the torso. He kneels, closes the priest's eyes and adjusts Silthos' limbs while whispering prayers to the god of judgement and death." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa moves to assist her brother, her head bowed. No matter her comments, jokes, and even pokes, she follows her brother absolutely in this, adding a quiet confirmation to his prayers... \"Kelemvor, guide him, now that we cannot.\" \n\nWhen she raises her head, she looks at Nolan with absolute reverence, then steps back, nods, and is ready to move to hunt the hydra once again." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHis feelings over pinkskins mixed, he scratches a few symbols out in the dirt nearby.\n\nHe quietly whispers out chants his master had taught him for spirits to guide one home. Leaving a piece of stray flesh in the circle he had sketched with symbols around it, he arose.\n\nEating the stranger would have been too personal but not doing something was becoming increasingly hard where the pinkskins were concerned." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix lowers his head for a few moments of silence, but that is all he offers the fallen. He then begins following the others once they make course for the hydra again. Yix muses about the awkwardness of the dead as he follows the group." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In Phent ... \n\nCallos discovers that Lord Ulrich used to ride alone to Telflamm, before the road became dangerous. Apparently some villagers used to speculate that he kept a mistress in the big city, which would explain his frequent absences, but this never rose above the level of a rumor.\n\nEventually, Callos finds his way to a winding spiral staircase heading up to the keep's highest tower. He bumps into Elthan who is heading the same way, looking for some fresh air. Together they climb the stairs until they reach a heavy wooden door at the top.\n\n[hr]\n On the road to Telflamm ... \n\nThe party is forced to leave Silithos' body behind for the moment, though Nolan does his best to leave the body in a somewhat respectful condition.\n\nThe hydra tracks are easy to follow back towards the forest. At the forest's edge, it seems prudent to leave the horses and mules behind. Any progress into the woods will have to be on foot.\n\nYou spent a few moments discussing tactics - whether it is better to stay together in one large group or to spread out into a long line or to split up into smaller groups." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Well....either he's here for the same reason or he came to get some air. Either way he's going to find out the same thing I am.......why do I get the feeling I'm going to be thrown in jail for this? \n\nCallos looked serious about what he was doing though he couldn't for the life of him explain why he was so serious. Raising a hand he knocked polilty on the door then tried the handle. If it proves to be unlocked then he'll enter and if it is he'll speak up.\n\n\" Lady Ulrich? Would you please open the door so I amy enter? I wish to speak with you. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nPulling her bow, Delphinia remains mounted. She won't walk unless forced to. \"I'm an archer, plain and simple. I only even have a sword because some old druid talked me into having a backup weapon. So, once we find it, I'll be in the back. With my dog.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa leans against her quarterstaff, and calls down her owl. She communicates with Orestes briefly, and then looks up, \"He's seen nothing yet.\" \n\nShe looks around the group and considers everything for a few moments, turning around the idea in her mind. \"I assume we want to be all together when we fight the hydra. It might be best to have the people who can actually track the creature and move stealthily split off individually. Once someone finds the creature, or a certain amount of time has passed, they can come back to the main group and we could plan from there. Hopefully they can move stealthily enough that they can't be hunted.\" \n \"That way we're not crashing through the forest attracting attention until we know exactly where the hydra's lair is.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, lets be awares, but also destory this beastie! Lumpy, you ready to smash it?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nKneeling on one knee at the edge of the forest, he inspects the tracks in the soil and notes how quiet the forest is.\n\nHe looks up into the sky and tries to foretell the weather for the remainder of the day.\n {Survival = 15} \nIf it became misty and foggy, they would be in the same dire straits the day they first had encountered the beast.\n\nWhile the hydra as far as he knew was no creature of Nature. It was not some putrid corruption of Nature or Life. He knew nothing about it except that it was not intelligent as the people or the warmblooded races.\n\nHow it would affect the Balance was therefore a mystery to him. Was the silence of the forest due to the creature or simply because the region was inhospitable to begin with. Clearly the people would not flourish in this climate.\n {Knowledge(Nature)=15} \n\nOOC: Take 10" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs, rapping one hand against his breastplate,\n\n\" I could track it just fine, but as ya might guess, sneaky don't come too easy fer me. I usually waited until bounties went ta sleep before I bothered closing up. MIght be best we try not ta seperate too much. How hard can finding a giant lizard be? The idiot priest found it just fine. \"\n\nTightening his grip on the haft of his newly aquired polearm, the thick orc adopts a pensive expression,\n\n\" I'm less concerned about the trouble'a finding it, and more concerned about the workings'a killing it. We can chop off heads all day, but that don't mean we'll end up killing it. So what've we got ta work with? Who does the chopping, and who does the burning? More of a chopper, myself. \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark speaks up, \"Perhaps we could consider setting an ambush for the beast. If most of us wait here at the edge of the forest, we can send the two best woodland folks to find it. They allow it to chase them back here where we surpise it, and attack it from two sides. I'm no scholar, but I imagine we are dealing with a creature of limited intelligence.\" \n\n(Trinark was Mostly Dead all day yesterday, so if you don't like his idea its ok. ;))" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"I could be a burner,\" Nolan offers. He takes the supplies he recieved from Lord Ulrich, ties the rags to both ends and applies some lantern oil to each end. \"I am fast with a staff, so this should do nicely once lit. Also I can attempt to stun the beast. I've never fought a hydra before so I can't say how well it will work, but I can try.\" Nolan removes a tindertwig from his pack and places it at the ready in his belt." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix holds out his hand for a torch, while communicating to everyone that he can be a \"burner\" as it were." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I'm afraid my spells might not be of much use here. I will work on decreasing its strength once we meet it, but I can't control fire or acid.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby keeps to himself.\n\n Three of us can evoke fire or acid. Myself, and the two in the castle. What a conundrum for this hunting band. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, if burning or dissolving it are our only options, we are in trouble if no one can conjure up a fire. Couple of us could carry torches and try to burn it, but that could be pretty high risk... \" Aeroz thinks aloud." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \"Leave the fire to me\" \n\nThe druid had returned from the edge. He came up beside Trinark.\nCaching sight of Yix holding a hand out for a torch, he adds\n\n \"and him\" \n\nHis eyes narrow and his relaxed facial muscles indicate his amusement but his tone was one of respect.\n\n \"I heard your plan. You hunt well\" , he comments in a pleased tone to Trinark.\n\nHe continues, to the rest,\n \"There could be more\" .\n\n(He passes on any observations he noted about the weather and the situation.)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\n((OOC: Sorry for being gone for so long. Katrin is coming along after all.))\n\nKatrin walks along with the rest of the group. \"If there were some easy way to make fire arrows without hurting my crossbow, I could probably help a lot more. Does anyone have any ideas?\" She shrugs." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the edge of the woods ... \n\nEveryone is aware that Tiriel and the lizardman have flaming weapons that have proven effective against the hydra. Fizahn suggests splitting up into two groups, flanking either side of a \"lane\" down which the runners will lure the hydra.\n\nLumpy sweeps his guisarme through some practice maneuvers, volunteering to be a \"slasher\". Thokk volunteers to be on the other \"team\". Planting his tower shield in a snowbank, the dwarf checks his sword and longbow.\n\nNolan and Yix are early volunteers to be \"burners\". Nolan has tied rags to either end of a quarterstaff. As he twirls the pole expertly, you can see that he plans to be able to burn the hydra with either end.\n\nYix staggers about awkwardly struggling to balance a torch that is taller than he is. The house-cat-sized dragon is armored in a miniature set of full plate, making him look for all the world like a toy tin soldier.\n\nSi'rene takes off her furs and pack. She lays her quiver and sword next to her gear in the back of one of the carts. She selects three of her best arrows and holds them in one hand along with her bow. Ignoring the cold, she stands at the edge of the forest, dressed in only boots, breeches, and a tunic.\n\n\"So who will run with me?\"\n\n[hr]\n In the tower ... \n\nThere is an awkward silence for a while, and Elthan and Callos are just about to turn back when the door swings open without warning.\n\nLady Ulrich is dressed in a long crimson dress, her sleeves pulled up over her elbows. Her hair is gray and tied back severely into a ponytail, though few strands of hair have fallen into her face. Up close, in the daylight, both Elthan and Callos are struck by the intensity of her brown eyes. She radiates a cold, dark beauty that was not as evident in the shadowy darkness of the middle of the night.\n\n\"Yes, what is it?\" she snaps." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia pats Gladi's furry neck and looks at Si'rene. \"Gladi can run at a fair clip, and I can help get it to chase us with my bow. We'll run with you, kid.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"I'd volunteer, but do we really need three runners?\" \n\nHe smiles and takes a drink from his flask.\n\n \"I can burn it if needed\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy works his guisarme intensely, jerking it through a practice routine haltingly. The polearm was unfamiliar in his hands, but faded memories and ingrained experience lent themselves to his handling of it. It had been ten or more years since he'd last really used one, but he could still recall. . .\n\n---\n\n \" No, no no, you daft orc! Aren't you listening to a word I've said? \" The drillmaster rushed over to Edgar redfaced, bellowing, \" You can't just wing it around like that! Even a polearm takes some finesse! Circles! Curve it around some! \"\n\nThe young half-orc he addressed, barely of age unscarred and green as grass, growled under his breath at the chastisement. But nonetheless, he shifted his grip, redoubling his efforts. \n\n---\n\nThe scar-crossed half-orc actually chuckles softly as he drills, his maneuvers gradually becoming smoother as mind and body adjust to the weapon, jerky lines shifting into easy rotation,\n\n\" Yeah, that'll do nice. \"\n\n Finally, he jabs the haft of the polearm into the snow beside him, taking a moment to make sure everything else was in order. The rest of his weapons were secure, for all the use they'd be against the hydra. Nodding assurance, he settles down to wait." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\nAt first the necromancer was simply glad that a pair of guards hadn't opened the door and clasped him in irons. The bad news was that now that the door was open Callos wasn't sure which was the better option. Still, he had seen and expierenced much, he wouldn't be intimadated by a pampered noble woman. Meeting her gaze he dipped his head politetly before speaking.\n\n\" Lady Ulrich I've come to you to try and discover the source of your malcontent with your lord and resolve it if possible...as long as it doesn't take too long. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman \n\nTiriel jumps, startled as a hand rests on her shoulder from behind.\n\n \"I have something for you\" , he says.\n\n \"for protect you\" he mentions as his hand motion takes in her whole body.\n\nShe surmises that it must be some form of protection spell around her.\n\nOOC: REady action to cast barkskin on Tiriel when he sees the scouts rushing back." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix paces back in forth in anticipation for teh storm to break the relative calm that the group is now experiencing. As he does this he rests the torch against his shoulder, as not to drop it in the snow." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan finishes his practice swings with a flourish, the quarterstaff spinning expertly around his back and neatly coming to a stop in his left hand. He grins at Nyssa, \" Your penchant for helping others always seems to land me in the most danger, little sister.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"Well, if you had any sense in your head, you'd simply stop tagging along after me, brother,\" Nyssa responds with a smile.\n\nShe'll set up somewhere she'll off to the side of the path of the cryohydra, in range of her spells. {40 feet, but she'll be a bit closer than that, perhaps 30.}" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \ndraws her longsword and rests it's tip in the snow before her. She tries to remember her last encounter with the hydra...\n six heads, 2 of which I severed, and hopfuly prevented from growing back. So 4 heads. In all things but the undead, parting the head from the body is the most damaging, so lopping off the 4 remaining heads with this many people shouldn't be much of a problem. \n\nShe jumps a little when the lizardman pats her shoulder, but she smiles at him and nods, \"Thank you.\" \n\nooc: I have a bless spell for the day if none of the cleric types want to waste a slot, she'll cast it when she hears the hydra crashing through the snow.....on a one horse-open,...Nope I'm going to stop right there." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n So, that's what your up too then, Callos? At least he's found some intrigue in the day. \n\n\"I myself am here to see if I could implore the use of your window, if I would not be intreating on anything.\"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nSeeing his companions moving about making ready to do battle, he walks among them. He moves about reassuring everyone with a pat on the shoulder and a few words of encouragement. Viewed from a distance he looked like a Sergeant moving among soldiers before a large battle.\n\nTrinark stops near Tiriel and his Lizardkin friend. \"Take heart my friends, we will prevail against this beast we have faith and courage on our side.\" He nods reassuringly to the large Druid.\n\n(OOC: I can take care of the Bless spell, save your magic if you like.)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin loads her crossbow. She scans the area for shadows to hide in, where she can be more effective in her attacks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene looks down her nose at Delphinia. The halfling appears to be a young adult of about 40, and in all likelihood Si'rene is three times her age. The elf opens her mouth for a moment after the \"kid\" comment, but then closes her mouth and says nothing. Instad, she simply nods and takes off into the woods, daring Delphinia and her dog to keep up with her.\n\nAlthough the trees are bare, they are dense enough that within less than a minute, the dog rider and elf disappear from sight.\n\nThe rest of you settle in to wait, preparing your weapons and any magical enhancements for the ambush. You've chosen an open area approximately 40' wide, allowing you to hide among the trees and brush, hopefully concealed. Some of you are on one side of the clearing, others are on the other side. The mounts have been tucked away in a hollow, hopefully far enough away so that they won't be detected by any rampaging hydras that might be lured your way.\n\nThe sun rises slowly into a crisp, clear blue sky. The lizardman frowns. The forest seems to be unnaturally quiet, and this obviously bothers the druid. Katrin, too, seems unsettled. She paces back and forth restlessly before settling into the shade from an evergreen shrub.\n\n[hr]\nLady Ulrich *** her head to one side, smoothing back the stray strands of her hair with one hand. Her fingers are long and elegant, with impeccably manicured nails.\n\nShe pauses, then laughs. \"Come inside, if you wish.\"\n\nShe steps back, holding open the door for you. The room is round, with a set of stairs rising to a second floor above. Windows pierce the stone at the cardinal points, allowing a clear view to the north, south, east and west. Despite the season, the room is quite warm; in fact, the windows are open, allowing in refreshingly cold air, that keeps the room from being stuffy.\n\nSeveral tables are scattered about the room, with open books, scrolls, and various bottles lying upon them. A large silver bowl sits on a round pedestal in the center of the room. A raven sits on top of a stone bust of a distinguished looking man that appears to be serving as a large paperweight for a bundle of loose parchment.\n\nLady Ulrich *** her eyebrow as she watches Callos and Elthan to see how they will react.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: I need to know who is to the right, who is to the left, and who is at the front edge of the clearing ... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n If I didn't know any better I would say Lady Ulrich here is either a mage or an alchemist....gods above I hope its not the latter and shes trying to make a love potion for her husband. That'll just make things so much harder. \n\n\" Lady Ulrich you seem to be a learned and knowledgeable woman and if I were to guess I would say you have perhaps had some training in the mystical arts. And if I remember correctly you said thats whats yours is ours and I would like to...take you up on this offer. \"\n\nTaking a deep breath the middle aged man stepped into the and took in the scene with a respectful eye. It seemed to be a fine center of learning and also more then that. Now heres' the hard part.. \n\n\" I also believe that me questioning you about your unhappiness, assuming you would answer, would take far too long to complete for me to have any time to help you. So I ask for something of yours for a time. I ask to be allowed into your thoughts, please hear me out! It is naught but a mind reading spell and I may only hear what your..surface thoughts are. If you are willing please allow me into your mind while you think about the problem. It will save much time and will give you a degree of diginity in case others might be listening whom you don't want too. \"\n\nHe spoke encourginly and pleadingly. While the necromancer knew nothing of honeyed words, fancy speech (Non-magical fancy speech), royalty, or how to convince someone he hoped that his sheer honesty would convince her to agree to the suggestion.\n\n If she agrees \n\nTaking up a spot across from the Lady Ulrich his hands made the familiar and well used symbols for his mind reading spell. Once complete he closes his eyes with a sigh and focuses the spell unto the coldly beautiful woman. Trying to ease the tension of he asks off-hand.\n\n\" So...around how old are you Lady Ulrich? Your husband seems more like a child then a proper husband. \"\n\n((OOC: Detect Thoughts))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach lads, this be it! We are going to destroy a foul beast, one that shall not exist! We have seen some strange un-natural oddities in our journies, but this beastie is near the top of the list. Lumpy, give 'em hell. Ill take the left lad, hold the right.\" \n\nThokk paces around, readies his shield, and prepares to attack. He crouches behind his shield for full concealment and readies an action to attack when the hydra apporaches" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Achkby is behind the line on Lissa's side. ;)\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby stays a good ten feet behind the line of ready fighters, his arms resolutely crossed. He bounces on the balls of his feet, tossing his weight from foot to foot in a combination of nerves and a desire to stay warm.\n\n And, Hlal, here I am. What is the point? How did I get myself mixed up in this? If only I had convinced them all to come with me on the quest!\nNot that I actually care about that, I just want to get them away from... well, no, that's not true, either. I do care! Once I thoguht about it. But I only suggested it in the first place... well, after Callos... because I didn't want to fight this draconic beast.\nBy the Gods, Achkby, you're such an idiot! " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "ooc: Tiriel will be in the center of the left side of the clearing (does that make sense?)\n& won't cast bless ;)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWith the runners on their way and a hydra encounter presumably imminent, Lumpy nods curtly to Thokk. He shoulders his weapon, stalking back across the clearing to take a position beyond the treeline there. He wasn't particularily inconspicuous, his bulky armored form reflecting sunlight dully in contrast to the natural tones of the forest. Regardless, he does his best to hunker out of sight behind a large tree, peeking out occasionally to keep his bearings.\n\nGnarled hands shift along the haft of his guisarme, his mind running through stances and maneuvers even though his body has stilled. If he was quick enough, he could drop a head before the lizard knew what hit it, he was sure of it. With any luck, the others could do the same; there was a chance it might not be much of a fight. He hoped anyway, and hopes seldom made it far in combat.\n\n((OOC Lumpy will take the front on the right side. he plans to wait until the hydra is within 20ft, if possible, before moving to engage. If others meet it further than that, he'll charge to cover the extra distance, but only if necessary))" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nSeeing Lumpy move to prepare his ambush, Nolan takes his position on the left towards the front and out of sight, ready to meet the hydra when it arrives.\n\n[If lighting his modified staff is a full turn action and if it will stay lit for a while he will light it now. Otherwise, if it's a move action and it has a limited burn time he will wait until a head has been severed before lighting it.]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih crouches behind cover on the left side, his two throwing axes in hand." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa moves off to the left, within easy eyeshot of her brother, and range for her spells. She'll send Orestes into the air to give her warning as the hydra approaches.\n\nWhen it gets within a hundred yards or so, she'll cast Spectral Hand." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn walks quietly over to the right side. He crouches down in some bushes stealthily and draws his 'short sword.' I hope the runners get back soon. Everything's too quiet. I sure hope this doesn't turn out to be a bad idea. \n\nOOC: You want a hide roll Dr.? In any case, 21 (6+15) " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin hides, crouching, in the shadow of the bush on the right side of the clearing. She holds her crossbow ready, her case of bolts open and easily accessible. She waits in nervous anticipation for the hydra's appearance.\n\nWhen it gets within easy shooting range, she'll fire at whichever head is nearest, aiming for an eye or another sensitive spot." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe savage druid did not take a front and center position. Instead, he stood behind Tiriel.\n\nSeeming like he was adopting a ranged position. His shield was slung across his back and his hands were free to cast spells.\n\nHe glances to Thokk. The dwarf's earlier silence left his return from death still a mystery to him. Admittedly, he knew little about the warmbloods still. The notion that a deity could interfere in the natural course of life and death while uncomfortable, was one of personal relief to him. It had reunited him with Cloudhair .\n\nThe drow cleric stood beside Flamesword and him now. In response to his well-wish, the druid pats his shoulder and looks 'happier'.\n\nHe turns back to the dwarf and wonders if a deity interfered for him as well.\n\nIt seemed less likely. Some creatures had been known to grow still in the cold but to reawaken in the heat of a new season. The hairy one's body had been devoured by a monstrous ooze.\n\nShaking these thoughts out of his head, he hears an owl flap off one of the strange humans." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix goes to whatever area seems light on people. He holds his burning torch at the ready, waiting for the hydra to come and strike." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark makes his own final preparations for the coming battle. He readies his shield, but leaves his glorious bastard sword in its sheath. He wanted to leave one had free to cast spells at the beginning of the fight.\n\nHe made no great effort to conceal himself, knowing that in the daylight his skills from the Underdark would be of little use. However, not being a fool, he put his back against a tree occasionally peeking around it to see it the others were coming yet. Trinark also tried to keep as many of his companions in sight, he seemed especially concerned about Tiriel and the Druid." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan feels quite comfortable in the room as opposed to the cold corridors of stone elswhere. He picks up a random vial and swirls the contents in his hands.\n\"Your not the kind to stike me as an alchemist on first impression, though I'll have to recall that thought now. I haven't had much time for the craft, but would definetly invest in a laboratory like this if I knew I could get some use out of it. About how long have you had this?\", Elthan inquires curiously." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lady Ulrich smiles patronizingly at Callos.\n\n\"What makes you think that I have a problem that needs solving? And moreover, even if I did have a problem, what makes you think that you would have a solution to it?\"\n\nLady Ulrich turns to Elthan, pleased that he seems interested in her work.\n\n\"I've been interested in alchemy and the arcane arts since I was a little girl. My father, the previous Lord of Phent, saw that I had an aptitude for magic and allowed me to pursue my interests up in this tower to my heart's content.\"\n\nShe seems to enjoy having visitors, and she steps over to the silver bowl, waving Callos and Elthan over.\n\n\"This is what I was doing when you arrived ...\"\n\nAs they peek over her shoulder, they see images in the still water. It is an outdoor scene showing bare trees and patches of snow covering the forest floor. At first they see nothing of interest, but as they peer closer they can make out their friends hiding amongst the trees and evergreen bushes ...\n\n[hr]\nEveryone settles into position, forming a rough 'V' along the edges of the clearing.\n\nAlong the left side of the clearing, Thokk stands at the farthest forward point, having set up his tower shield between two trees. He places a few evergreen branches in front to create some crude camouflage.\n\nNolan stands close to the dwarf, ready to light his quarterstaff to sear any wounds Thokk inflicts on the hydra. Nyssa crouches behind her brother and sends her owl into the branches above to provide an early warning for when the hydra approaches.\n\nIn the center of the left side of the clearing, Tiriel stands behind a tree, the lizardman druid just behind her shoulder. Her sword is bared and small flames flicker along its edges.\n\nHajih crouches toward the 'point' of the 'V' along with Lissa and Achkby.\n\nFarther forward, along the right side, Fizahn crouches behind a bush, readying his sword. Katrin is invisible, hidden in the shadows of another bush nearby.\n\nTrinark stands with his back to a tree, squinting in the bright daylight. He stands on the opposite side of the clearing from Tiriel and the lizardman.\n\nFarther forward on the right side (opposite to Thokk) is Lumpy, armed with his guisarme. The pseudodragon crouches at the half-orc's feet, ready to act as Lumpy's \"burner\".\n\nAt first everyone's attention is directed forward into the woods, but as hours pass, people begin to shift uncomfortably. Muscles cramp and cold dampness begins to seep through everyone's furs as each person sits as motionless and silently as possible.\n\nEveryone waits .... and waits ... and ... waits ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix looks up questioningly, and silently asks \"Shouldn't some have happened by now?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin concentrates on the pseudodragon. I was just thinking that... I hope S'irene's alright... " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa leans on her quarterstaff. She could wait for an eternity if she needed to.\n\nLooking at the small psuedodragon across the way, who she assumes the thought came from, she tries to comfort him, \"I don't know. I've never hunted a hydra before. Those that went seemed very skilled, though.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n it's been too quite for far too long. \nShe looks at the lizardman, [color=purple]\"Wait here. I'm going to check something.\"[/i] Projecting to Yix , she says, I'm going to go check something, I might be gone for a little while, but try to keep everyone here, or if it takes too long, return to the keep. Just keep everyone in a group. \n\nBefore she leaves, she nods across the clearing to Lissa." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nAfter the time passed and people began to stir and move about, Trinark remained in his place. He had spent months in captivity in confined places, so keeping still wasn't a hardship for him.\n\nHe did however begin scanning in directions other than the way his friends had left. He would hate for something else to sneak up on the group and catch them flatfooted." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk shifts about, trying to find a comfortable position while wearing such heavy armor\n\n \"Ach, this be like training, waiting in ranks for something to happen! Lets get this beastie over here so we can kill it!\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy remains almost stock still, save for the occasional flex at the knees to keep them from locking. He was used to waiting; if there was anything a military life had taught him, it was how to wait. Waiting on walls, on battlefields, in barracks, there was no doubt he'd done more waiting in his life than fighting.\n\nBut to a degree it suited him. He liked getting a little time to think. Free time was free time, and he seldom liked to mull over business while he was eating or sleeping. That time was his. The waits though. No such compunctions existed there. The thoughts that drifted through his misshapen head were of Sethra, of his companions, their situation, and just how he fit into it all.\n\nThe campaigner tried not to let the long silence discomfit him. He'd seen scouts go to their deaths before; it was part of the risks they bore, just as his shouldering of physical combat imposed upon him in different circumstances. But it did make things complicated, forcing the rest of them to make a hard choice. They couldn't really afford to break position to search. on the off chance the runners were still alive, it followed that they'd show up to the vacated clearing shorlty therafter with a hungry hydra on their tail. Fate demanded it. but sending off one or another folk to look for them might be just as harmful. Gods forbid the Hydra was setting ambushes; he didn't know enough to judge just how smart the thing was.\n\n---\n\nLumpy keeps quiet on the matter of the tardy runners, even as Tiriel breaks ranks to look for them. He leans slightly against his polearm as she leaves. Some bonds were stronger than blood; he had no words that would dissaude her from going after her companion, and it wasn't worth trying." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nFrom his position a way back, Achkbyb leans against a tree. After all of the long waiting, he has almost forgotten that they his friends are lying in ambush.\nHis thoughts do, though, cavort about the subject of hydra and their kin.\n\n[OOC]\nWhile waiting, Achkby ceases seizes (wow, it's late) the opportunity to use Knowledge (Arcana).\n Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+10=29) \n[/OOC]\n\nWhen pulled from hsi reverie by Yix's comment, however, he moves from his rough hiding place towards the group, grimacing at his stiff muscles and the wasted time.\n\" So... are you all just going to sit here and duel with frostbite instead of the hydra-beast? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nLooking up and sighing, Aeroz pokes at the ground with his sword. The stiffness from crouching in anticipation is beginning to set in.\n\n\" You know, the second we get up to change position, that hydra is just going to come out of nowhere. \" he remarks jokingly.\n\n\" Anyone knows any good jokes? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Hmph. I dunno maybe the fact that he keeps leaving on business trips, your slightly cold demeanor when approached, or the fact you seem to isolate yourself here is what tipped me off. And you might be surprised about what I can solve....given a loose set of morals and unlimited supplies but even without those. \"\n\nHis tone was fairly matter-of-fact as he leaned over the scrying pool and peered into it with interest. The divination magicks had intrigued him when he was younger but the pursuit of necromancy had been too much of a time consuming activity for him to put much thought into them...besides his mind reading spell that is." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \"Wait\" \nHe stretches out an arm to hold onto Tiriel's. More to give her pause than to restrain her. He had far too much respect for her.\n\nIn answer to her questioning look , he looks pointedly at Nyssa's owl.\n\n \"Better way\" , he hisses." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel shrugs off the lizardman's warning. \"I'll be fine,\" she reassures him.\n\nWithout hesitation, she plunges into the forest and is soon lost from sight.\n\nAnother hour passes. It is past midday, and there are probably only four or five more hours of daylight left ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n sSomething'ss wrong\" , he says after pacing uncomfortably for an hour.\n\n \"No more sscouts\" , he mutters to Lumpy\n\nExamining the surroundings and tha tracks again\n(knowlegde:nature = 20), returning to Lumpy he shakes his head.\n\n \"The hunters must move.\" . Trniark translates for him.\n\nHe advocates quickly that with nightfall, the hydra probably had the advantage when it came to vision being repitilian. Moving forward with caution was the best option. A hydra may not be the only thing in the forest.\n\nHe starts moving with whomever joins him. He casts Detect magic periodically and sweeps it as a cone before him.\n\nHe alsos checks for tracks and other signs by the side of the path and will be at the front unless Hjih or Lumpy track." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n oh, crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap! \n\nTiriel runs through the forest back towards the clearing. She takes no care to conceal her movement, knowing that it won't matter. She suddenly bursts from the forest into the clearing, scaring the lizardman. His posture quickly changes from hostile, to alert. \"Sorry.\" she says.\n\nShe takes a moment to catch her breath before shouting \"There's 2 hydras coming this way! Everyone had better be ready because they're hot on the halfling's heels and she's going to need help! She redraws her sword and leans agaist a nearby tree.\n\n nothing ever goes as planned... " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, who had been about to come out of hiding to help the lizardman, thinks better of it, and stays put behind the bush. She scans the trees to find any that could be quickly and easily climbed, and high enough to escape the hydras' long necks." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe big orc flicks his head in annoyance at the lizard's inability to wait,\n\n\" Impatience'll kill ya one'a these days. Compassion too. \"\n\nHowever, he seems uncertain as to whether or not he'll follow the lizardman- Tiriel's reappearance clears that concern up rather quickly. Shifting back into full cover, he barks gruffly,\n\n\" Alright! Form up then, and get ready ta drop the hammer quick! We'd best have one'a them hydras beheaded and torched before they know we're all here. If it comes ta stalling action against one'a them, we'll be in fer a rough time of it. \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix tenses up next he stands next to Lumpy waiting to for the hydras. Yix is hodling the torch so hard his muscles begin shaking, then something comes to Yix's mind he hadn't thought of before. Casually turning to Lumpy the tiny dragon asks \"Got a light?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nIt takes a moment for the words of the scarred mercenary to sink in and another for the nuance to be clear.\n\nScrewing up his face in anger, he snarls back at the half-orc.\n\n By the wood and waters, how dare this little warmbllood call me weak? \n\nHe was more than a little annoyed. It had taken him self-control to remind himself that Lumpy had not challenged him, ignorant as he would be about lizardpeople ways.\nThe lack of faith in his instincts neither helping.\n\nThe burst of noise through the brush distracts him and he spins in a position of readiness.\n[hr]\nWhen he sees it to be only Flamesword, he moves to place an arm around her back, supporting her as she regains her breath.\n\nwith his other hand he quickly weaves his spell before placing it on her forehead.\n\nThe spell catches and Tiriel 's skin begins to grow dark and gnarly like the bark of a tree" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa waits tensely until she hears the hydras come, then begins to chant a few words and move her right hand into a claw-like shape. A ghostly hand takes shape in front of her, pulling itself from her body.\n\n{Spectral Hand.}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Two . \n\n\" By the Gods above, how the hell are there two of them now? May Tiamat smite down whoever attracted the second! \"\n\nHurriedly, Achkby backs away from the group again, hunkering back down into his somewhat safer position." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe half-orc responds in kind to the the lizardman's body language, more than accustomed to expressing himself in simpler manners. If anything, it leaves little doubt that he understands the unvoiced criticism he'd levied against the druid and dared him to react openly. But it fades as he turns back to his position, distracted by the psuedodragon's mental request. He glances at his feet, almost surprised, as if he'd forgotten the little dragon was there,\n\n\" Yeah, yeah.. \"\n\nThick fingers, stiffened by mail gloves overlapped by bracing steel plates, fish clumsily through on of the pouches on his belt, procuring a small chunk of flint. Not bothering to dig out the matching finger of steel that completed the set, the orc kneels briefly, striking sparks directly off his armored thigh to catch the torch. once it's lit, he resumes his stance." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nThe hours of waiting motionless took little toll on Nolan. His years of training at the monastery more than conditioned him for the task. But the news of a second hydra on the way wasn't something he was prepared for. He glanced over at Nyssa. One was to be a challenge but he was certain that would mean little danger for his twin sister. But now two... Nolan shakes his head and follows the pseudodragon's example and strikes his tindertwig to light his weapon. His jaw clenches with anticipation." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n It figures we have tangled with a mated pair, or something equally unfortunate... \n\nAt the sound of Tiriel crashing through the brush, Trinark moved into action. He quickly brought to mind the spell of Eilistraee's blessing. He did his best to include as many members of the group as possible, which was no easy task.\n\nWith the spell complete, he moved back to his semi-concealed position to wait for the beasts. It was certain not to be an easy affair, but he was determined to seek revenge on the vermin responsible for his untimely demise.\n\n \"Steady everyone, lets still try to maintain some element of surprise...\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Oh balls...\" \n\nThokk continues to duck behind his shield for full concealment, and prepares himself to leap out and start slashing heads when they come near him" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn shivers in his position as the long hours pass. He remains ready for the hydra to appear at any second. The boredom however, takes its toll and he is only half alert when Tiriel reappears. He quickly readies himself for the hydra and stops fiddling with his dagger. He gimaces slightly as Tiriel talks. There are two hydras. I swear I speak common better than most of these humans...\n\nWait...\n\n THERE ARE TWO HYDRAS? DAMNIT! And they're hot on the halfling's tracks? What about the elf? I'll find out later, but it might not be pleasant. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the tower ... \n\nLady Ulrich leans forward over the pool of water. \"This should be interesting ...\"\n\nCallos and Elthan lean forward as well.\n\n[hr]\n In the clearing ... \n\nIt seems like only seconds after Tiriel runs back to her position when Delphinia's dog scrambles into the clearing, the halfling ranger leaning forward, a warning on her lips.\n\nHer words, however, are drowned out by a cacophanous screeching and the splintering of trees as a massive hydra crashes into the clearing. Its six heads whip around as it skids to a halt in the center of the glade ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Surprise round. Each character gets an action.\n\nWith so many players, combat will need to be \"self service\" - meaning each player should roll their own to hit and damage, applying whatever bonuses are relevant.The hydra's flatfooted AC is 15. Backstabbing bonuses apply this round.\n\nA head can be severed with each successful sunder that deals 11 points of damage. To prevent the head from growing back, 5 points of fire damage must occur with the sunder or be applied by a successful touch attack vs AC 9.\n\nYes, runehawk, fire damage is multiplied by 1.5.\n\nGood luck! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThis was the hardest part, the last few moments before the fray. Waiting was easy, until one came to terms with what lay ahead. Death and pain, not even Lumpy was immune to the rigors of war, scarred as his mind body were by it. But he steeled himself, holding until the last moment, the most opportune instant.\n\n\" NOW! \" His call trails off wordlessly into a wordless battlecry as he flings himself from his position, throwing his bulk across the ground haphazardly, drawing his guisarme into position. Resisting the urge for a wild overhand strike, he drops it low. As he skids to a stop at the fringes of his weapon's reach, heels digging ruts in the snow and soil, he whips the blade upward in a diagnal slash, catching one neck with a powerful blow. For an instant, it seems like his blow is clean, carving deep into the affected member, but as he jerks his blade free with a grunt, it is evident that he didn't quite finish the cut, leaving the head attached- Barely\n\n((OOC\n Sunder vs Hydra, PA -1/+2, Bless +1 (1d20+10, 2d4+8=[15 + 10 = 25], [1 + 1 + 8= 10]) \n\nAbsolutely amazing, I debated using PA +2 for so long, and decided for accuracy. yay minimum damage and bing one point short.))" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa steps further back as the hydra crashes into the group. Orestes returns to her shoulder as she does, hooting excitedly. The ghostly hand floating next to her wings out from her, towards the hydra, striking it in its body.\n\nShe speaks a few words in an arcane language as it does, and gestures towards the hydra with her right hand. She then pulls that hand back in towards herself as if she was drawing something away from the hydra.\n\nHer spell wouldn't harm the hydra for long, but the power of unlife would protect her, should its ire turn her way.\n\n{OOC:\n Melee Touch Attack. (1d20+5=15) {Will need to know the touch AC of the hydra, but this round it doesn't matter, the roll was high enough.}\n Vampiric Touch Damage. (3d6=11) \n Lost HPs from Spectral Hand. (1d4=1) {Prep last round.}\n\nFinal New HPs: 26/16\n}" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \" Two hydras?! May the gods have mercy on our souls...\" Lissa dismounts as soon as she hears Tiriel's warning, not having trained to fight from dog-back. The gnome loads her crossbow with a click , training it on the woods Tiriel came running out of. Just in time, as it turns out.\n\nTWANG! Lightning crackles around the bolt as it leaves Lissa's crossbow, scorching the monster's icy hide as the bolt buries itself in its body. Lissa swears, reloading. \"Yell when one of you manages to chop a head, I've got alchemist's fire in my pack!\" \n\n\nOOC: Unfortunately, I have neither Called Shot nor Ranged Sunder, and no slashing weapons. So body shots are the best I can do.\n\n Attack = 22 \n Damage, normal + sneak = 13 \n Damage, shock = 5 \nTotal damage: 18 pts" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Gods... The beast is impressive, majestic even. More than that, Nolan doesn't allow himself. His mind empties and his focus is as pure as the snow that fell earlier that morning. Wordlessly he gathers his ki and springs from his crouch, whirling in mid-air. He lands on ball of his left foot with his back to the hydra, bends his knee and spins around, attempting to land a solid kick with his right and stun the beast. However Nolan's focus breaks at the last second and he lands wide of his mark.\n\n[Stunning blow: 1d20+6+1(bless)=9 :(]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz runs from hiding, drawing his cutlass. He swings at a head, trying to get to sever it as cleanly as possible though trying to keep a good defensive posture.\n\n[Melee Sunder: Cutlass +8= 18+8-3=23; Dmg 1d6+2d6 sneak attack +1=4+4+1+1=10\nAC 22\nHP 35]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nTaking a step back from Tiriel, Ssathiya surprising doesn't leap into the thick of things, he seems to be a figure of calm in the melee and missiles around him.\n\nHe stares at the creature not with anger or hatred but with an understanding.\n\nAn understanding of a mistake that had to be corrected.\n\nHe chants , a series of sounds that make no sense in any language. A call to another place, another time. The words faster and faster repeatedly until until they merge seamlessly. the tooth on his neck throbs with accumulating power.\nAs he raises his palms up, tendrils of flame dart to one another coalescing into a ball in between.\n\nA ball of fire that expands slowly with every heartbeat.\n\nWith a gentle push he releases it towards the beast. It gains momentum and moves inexorably forward.\n\nOOC: Cast flaming sphere, move it to engulf the creature ( make it jump up to the head if i'm allowed) dmg:12 flaming (mod applied) He will choose a path where it will not hit anyone else." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "With the trap sprung, Delphinia takes a moment to breathe a small sigh of relief. How long had those damn things chased her to get here? Gladi could take it, but the strain of the forced run was getting to her. It was in the droop of her shoulder, the minute faltering of the rhythm of her paws. They'd been lucky. Damn lucky. Any number of disastrous outcomes had failed to come to fruition.\n\nIt made her heart sing to see the others. To know without a doubt that not only had she led these two monstrosities in the right direction, but these people, still strangers, had stayed and waited. They'd trusted her. And they had her back.\n\n Yep, that was pretty daft. But I'll be damned if it didn't work anyway. Orris, I know you're watching out for me, and I'm glad. \n\nShe let Gladi slow down as the passed through the clearing, but didn't let her stop as she drew back her bow, turned, and fired. The arrow flew with a tiny trail of icy sparkles and planted itself in the beast's chest. She'd let Gladi stop when they got a little farther away. Staying up with the others would just be plain stupid for an archer.\n\n{to hit = 1d20+8 (+10, -2 for mounted movement) = 24, damage = (1 - 1 + 2 for favored enemy) 2 + 5 cold }" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin rises up out of her hiding place in the shadows, loosing her crossbow bolt at the monster. It hits the body of the hydra squarely, but it lodges in the beast's thick hide before doing much more than piercing the skin. Damn it... that won't hurt it much. I bet it'll heal from that before I could shoot it again. \nKatrin reloads her crossbow.\n\n((OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=15) \n Damage, Sneak Attack Damage (1d8, 1d6=[8], [1]) ))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix rushes forward with Lumpy and swings at the head Lumpy nearly managed to take off. However, Yix has not quite grasped the torch's awkwardness, as it causes him to swing wide.\n\n((Attack Roll: 6+4=10))\n\n\n((Btw what would damage for a torch be?))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Upon the hydra's entrance into the clearing, Fizahn bursts forth from his hiding spot. He brings his 'short sword' before him in a thrust. The stab isn't strong enough and his blow glances off one of the hydra's scales.\n\nOOC: Attack 14 (6+8) \nI'd hit if I got a flanking bonus, so here's damage if I do get that flanking bonus. 14 (3+2+6+3) " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nAs soon as the beast enters the clearing Tiriel tenses. She'd forgotten how large the beasts were. It hadn't looked so big before...oh right, I was pretty far away. \nShe runs through the last battle in her head as she quickly closes with the beast, okay it wasn't all that hard last time, you did get 2 for 2 after all. \n\nSeeing an oppertunity, she swings at the nearst neck and, while meeting with some resitence, she continues her swing.\n yep. that part is easy. one less head now. \n[hr]\n[shadow=purple,left,300]Tiriel holds her long sword in 2 hands and sunders a head[/shadow]\n\n attack roll =23 \n dmg. /fire dmg. (dmg.=12, fire dmg.=5 \n\nstats:\n[AC=22]\n[HP=23] &lt;--yep that's her max :(" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The wound Lumpy inflicted in one of the hydra's necks begins to seal itself almost instantly. Tiriel, however, is more successful, managing to completely sever a head and cauterize its stump in a single mightly blow.\n\nAeroz slips in and is surprised to see the rapier is in his hand. He had forgotten that he had left the cutlass behind in Telflamm. Shrugging, he thrusts the shiny rapier deep into the hydra's flank. He is as surprised at the hydra as a flaming burst erupts from his sword's blade, knocking him backwards and leaving a charred crater in the monster's side.\n\nFizahn and Nolan converge on the hydra, careful not to trample Yix underfoot, but then all three are forced to scramble away to avoid being burned by the lizardman druid's flaming sphere.\n\nThe crossbow bolts fired at the hydra disappear into the flames, making it hard to see if they strike home or not ... Nyssa's spell also has makes contact with the beast, though its effect is not immediately visible.\n\nThe ambushed hydra spins around, its remaining heads screaming as they are seared by the flames. It has been badly wounded in only a matter of seconds.\n\n\n\nOOC: Awaiting a few more actions before round 1 begins. A torch will do 1d6 fire damage but this will be multiplied by 1.5. The party will have initiative, so go ahead and make your round 1 attacks as well ... Then the hydra gets its turn ... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nSince he was prepared to cast spells, including the Bless currently in effect, Trinark's sword hand was empty. This prevented an immediate attack on the beast.\n\n You are here as the Healer, not the Warrior... He reminded himself.\n\nHe decided not to be complacent, and moved into a defensive posture in case the beast decided to attack him.\n\n[OOC: Activate fighting defensively. AC is now 19]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Ach, its go time... \n\nThokk bursts out from behind his shield and swings his sword in a high overhanded arc, attempting to sever a lower head\n\n Thokk to Hit (1d20+10=25) \n Thokk to Sever (1d10+5=14) \n\nAfter seeing the head fall to the ground, Thokk lets out a victorious whoop and then raises his shield infront of him once more should the Hydra turn its breath towrds him\n\n[Thokk AC = 24]\n[Thokk HP = 50]\n\nOOC Whoops, forgot to add bless, rolls from now on will reflect that OOC" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nSeeing the beast already gravely wounded, Nyssa's mind sparks and starts. She had always been fascinated with magic lore, and studied beasts like these when she was much younger.\n\n \"Strike at its body! We're wounding it enough to kill it faster that way!\" \n\nShe then sends her ghostly hand striking at the hydra again, draining more of its life force.\n\n{Action for next round:\n\n Initiative. (1d20=10) \n Attack roll. (1d20+5=22) \n Damage for Vampiric Touch. (3d6=12) \nNew Hit Points, if the strike goes through: 38/16\n\n(Even taking a 10 gives her a 21 when thinking about the hydra, so I'm assuming it's pretty rational for this to occur to her. Yet another case where my character knows more than me and I didn't know it until it was pointed out!)\n\n}" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan recovers gracefully from his initial missed strike. He spins around, measures the distance between himself and the hydra and swiftly whips each end of his flaming staff at the nearest severed neck.\n\n[Dodge declared on Hydra\n\nFlurry of blows: 1d20+5+1(bless) attack 1: 20+6=26, attack 2: 2+6=8 \n\ncrit confirmation: 2+6=8 fail :(\n\n10 damage: 3 1.5= 5 fire (rounded up?) +3 str and bless damage +2 base \n\nAC: 20 (including Dodge)\nHP: 34]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nSquinting against the glare of the druid's flames, Lissa moves to a position where she can flank the hydra with Aeroz. \"Eat lightning, you overgrown lizard!\" Another lightning-sheathed bolt flies toward the hydra, flying wide of the mark this time. Evidently Lissa had her crossbow enchanted in Telflamm.\n\n\nOOC: Oops, forgot the bless and +1 damage bonus last round. If she can't flank with Aeroz for some reason, she'll flank with whoever's in there chopping heads.\n\n Attack = 11 :P Not even going to bother with damage for that, since its AC is 15 flat-footed and probably higher now." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin druid \n\nReflections of the flames flicker in the amber orbs of the lizardman.\n\nHe continues to hold the Sphere in place, searing the reptile badly.\n\nA momentary pang that he was killing a scalykind with the aid of warmbloods was felt.\n\nHe pushed the thought away. Returning his focus to the moment, he looked on with pride as the female human who led him easily sliced off a head of the hydra.\n\nOOC: I hope Ssathiya's as far he can be from the main fray. With the range of his spells, it's smart.\ndeclare dodge vs hydra\nDmg: (6+2)x 1.5 = 12 flaming" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix once again scrambles to burn the nearest severed head, but manages only to awkwardly swing the torch everywhere but the hydra.\n\n\n(Attack Roll:2+4=6 :-( Dice don't like me today, sorry everyone))" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia brings Gladi to a stop with a shower of snow and turns her to face the fight. Pulling up her bow, she mumbles a curse, something about elves and their sense of humor, then nocks two arrows to her bow and fires. Both trail more icy sparkles as they shoot simultaneously toward the hydra. One flies wide, but the other strikes true, sinking into its body.\n\n\n{attack: 9 & 20, damage: 6 & 7\n rolls: 7, 18, 5, 6 Dammit, I just noticed that I don't have precise shot and I'm shooting into melee. I'm pretty frigging sure that first one doesn't hit.\nAC: 18\nHP: 36}" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\n[OOC: Initiative roll: 9 + 6 = 15 ]\n\nTrinark decided to try something different. He moved a bit closer to the creature, while still dodging and ducking. He tried to use the reflective properties of his shield to attract the Hydra's attention. Hoping it would attack him, and spare one of the close in fighters.\n\n[OOC: Use Total Defense - AC: 21, if attacked ]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn scurries back into combat quickly. He dives under a few hydra legs and springs up opposite of Aeroz. He quickly turns to the hydra and plunges his dagger into the beast. He smiles as he jerks the dagger back out. That has to leave a scar. \n\nOOC: Tumble 13 (2+11) \n Attack 26 (16+10) \n Damage 13 (4+2+6+1) " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan peers into the scying device and lets out a startled cough upon seeing the hydra leave as quickly as it appeared. \"I may not be an expert at deciphering the progress of combat, but I'd have to say that they're doing pretty well.\"\nHe pauses for second to watch the groups expedient progress. \"Lady Ulrich, Lord Ulrich mentioned that these creatures appered about two months ago, correct? I don't recall him giving a reason for this, but might you have one? It does seem odd that they would appear from nowhere with no purpose.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" The body? WHy the Hells didn't someone say that before? \"\n\nWith an angry grunt, Lumpy jerks his guisarme clear of the writhing heads, shifting himself around to change his approach. The heads were being bothersome and not falling off, which was embaressing. he could hack all day, but he'd already been shwon up on it, and they were still limited by fire sources. Alright, he'd try for the body and see how things went.\n\nWarily shifting around the Lizard's fire-sphere, he whips his polearm around in an easy circular motion, swinging from his hip up, then back down, slamming it HARD into the hydra's back. So forceful is his blow that the time required to extricate his blade prevents him from even following up on his strike.\n\n((OOC\n Full Attack - Hydra's Body, Bless+1, PA -3/+6 (1d20+8=28, 2d4+12=15, 1d20+3=6, 2d4+12=16 ) \n Critical Confirmation&Damage (1d20+8=25, 2d4+12=16) \n Last die of damage that I forgot because I don't usually use x3 weapons (2d4+12=17) \n\nTotal damage=15+16+17=48\n\nNot that he needs to follow up, or anything.\n))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin aims and fires her crossbow again, hoping to hurt the beast more this time. The bolt pierces the hydra's scaly skin, but again, it doesn't hurt the beast much. Katrin puts her crossbow away, reaching for her shortsword.\n\n((OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+9=23) \n Damage Roll (1d8=5) \nForgot the Bless bonus. Again. :P\nAC 17\nHP 25))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nThe hyrdas burst into the clearing, and Achkby instinctivly capers away from the beasts. Then, as his companions swing into frenzied slashing action, he finds himself moving back forwards with his hands before his face, fingers twitching to cast a spell and deluge the creatures in acid.\nBut he stops himself abruptly in the snow.\n\n No! You are saving your spells! For our real task... For anything that might stop us going North as we head back to the castle... and because your friends are tearing apart a dragonkin. \n\nHe waits there, a tiny, half-concealed figure on the edge of a tumultous combat.\n How did we come to be doing this? Why? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz snaps out one of his daggers (which he is damn sure he didn't leave in Teflamm) and stabs at the hydra an additional time with his rapier, while still keeping up a solid defense.\n\n[Melee +2 Flaming Bust Rapier= 1d20+10-2+1(+2 If flank) =18 (20 if flank); Dmg = 1d6+3+1d6x1.5(fire) (+2d6 if flank) = 9 + 4 fire + 6 Sneak attack\n\nAC 21\nHp 35]" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih fumbles around in his belt pouches and eventually finds the newest one.\n\nDrawing out a small wooden trinket, he begins to murmur to himself while clasping the trinket between his hands.\n\n((Casting True Strike))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lady Ulrich frowns. \"Yes. I hardly expected the first one to succumb so quickly ...\"\n\nShe doesn't take her eyes from the pool. \"But I expect that the mother will prove more of a challenge than her young one ...\"\n\n[hr]\nAs the ambush is sprung, your combined attacks prove to be far too great for the six-headed cryohydra. Thokk and Tiriel each sever a head, while its body is seared by magical flame and peppered with crossbow bolts and pierced by magical weapons.\n\nThe beast barely manages a surprised eep! before Lumpy's mighty blow severs its primary spinal column. The cryo hydra collapses into a steaming heap, its three remaining intact heads writhing for a moment before curling up and lying limpy on the snowy ground.\n\nLumpy permits himself a small smile as he stands on the hydra's back and works his guisarme free of the beast's massive body. Suddenly, however, the air is filled with the sound of a thousand dissonant trumpets. He whips around just in time to see the second hydra crash into the clearing.\n\nThis is the hydra you had seen before. It has four intact heads, and two seared stumps, but it is a truly massive beast, dwarfing the hydra you have just slain. It's eyes seems to be positively glowing with malevolent anger ... the rage of a mother who has seen her only child slain before her eyes.\n\nThe four heads open their jaws simultaneously as the she-hydra charges, and those of you surrounding the body of the first hydra are enveloped in a cloud of numbing whiteness.\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk, Lumpy, Tiriel, Fizahn, Aeroz, Yix and Nolan are all hit by two breath attacks each. Each attack does 3d6 damage. Reflex save vs DC 18 to take half damage for each attack separately.\n\nThe cryohydra has AC 16 (touch 9). The hydra is not yet flanked. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nShe watched as they took down the little one, her arrows little more distracting than flies to a cow. And here comes Mommie Dearest... She took aim with her bow again, this time shooting her two arrows separately. Watching as they both pass harmlessly to one side, she spits out a curse and reaches for another arrow.\n\n{to hit: 10 & 13 }" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"NOLAN!\" \n\n----\n\n And she was alone, and she was about to fall.\n\nNyssa sent Orestes into the dark night sky, hoping the owl would stay away. Better he not die, too.\n\nShe tightened her grip on her quarterstaff as a child -- a child's skeleton -- came closer. Nyssa brought the staff down on its head -- his head , she remembered now, a child name Athlan, she knew him from his limp. She brought the staff down on his small child's skull, and she shattered it.\n\nNyssa swung the staff around, and readied herself for the next.\n\nHe'd been sending her instructions on martial combat. A strange action for him, a significant shift from the letters they'd shared since they were ten. Focus , he'd written, Focus makes anyone a warrior. \n\nThe walking dead kept coming. She had no idea how many she could stop, but she knew it'd be far fewer than there were. She had no fear of death, only a fear of failing her charges. Seeing the shambling mass of bodies now heading towards her, Nyssa knew her failure would come soon.\n\nAnd then, she saw one of the undead fall. And a second. And a third. A figure was among them, fighting like no one she'd seen before. Determined, graceful, deadly.\n\nShe had no idea how she knew who he was -- they'd been separated since shortly after birth. But she knew. Nolan.\n\nHer brother was the strongest, bravest brother in the world, and he was here to help her. \n\n---\n\nNyssa once again sends her spectral hand striking at her foe, her face set in concentration. Her brother had never failed her, and she would not fail her brother.\n\n{OOC:\nSpectral Hand, Vampiric Touch.\n Attack! (1d20+5=16) \n Damage! (3d6=10) \n\nMis-did her HPs before, her base is 16, not 17. So she is now at... 47/16. Barbie was right, math is hard.}" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy naturally stands his ground at the sight of the second hydra, widening his stance upon the first's corpse in preperatation for a rush. The beast's icy breath strikes him as something a surprise, though, giving him little time to do more than avert his gaze and throw up an arm uselessly.\n\nWhen the frosty mist has cleared, there is something almost comical about the dour orc's appearance, body frost-rimed and beard ice-choked. But his grip stays steady, and if the burning glare flaring beneath is any indication, he is reacting rather poorly to the whole affair.\n\nWith another roar, he leaps from the lesser lizard's back, lashing his guisarme fiercely in wide arcs, throwing fragments of ice about furiously.\n\n((OOC\n Being Frozen Sucks (1d20+2,3d6=[9+2=11], [1+3+6=10], 1d20+2,3d6=[6+2=8], [1+5+4=10]) \n\nLumpy fails both of course, for 20 damage total.\n\nHe'll then try to close on the hydra. If it's within range from the start (or can be with a 5ft step and 10ft reach, he full attacks. Otherwise the first attack only.\n\n Full Attack, Big Momma Hydra's Body, PA -3/+6, Bless+1 (1d20+8=18, 2d4+12=17, 1d20+3=17, 2d4+12=20) \n))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe Lizardkin held the ball above the heads of the victorious hunters.\nThe scarred one had dealt a blow that earned him great honour.\n\nAs the greater hydra crashed into the clearing, he willed the sphere to zoom towards it.\n\nColliding into the beast as it sprayed them with its deadly blast.\n\nDmg: 18 (Whoot!!! double 6s) flaming\n\nOOC: pity there aren't mechanics allowing me to block the blast. Although i'll gladly sacrifice my attack to spare saving throws, Dr ;)" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\n[reflex saves vs. hydra: 2+7=9 and 13+7=20 \ndamage: 3d6=8 \n\nMonk's Evasion negates the half damage from a successful save so only full damage from one attack. If we weren't supposed to roll our own damage I'll take it off.]\n\nPure dazzling white cold. As deadly as the situation is, Nolan can't help but reflect on the stark beauty of the scene. Instinctively he dodges one of the blasts only to catch the icy fury of the other head.\n\nHe shakes off the pain and launches another sequence of attacks, whipping one end of his staff at the beast and attempting to stun it with a kick.\n\n[attack: staff- 9+5+1(bless)=15 stunning blow- 15+5+1(bless)=21 \nstunning blow damage: 3+3(str and bless)=6\n\nHydra has to Fort save vs. DC16 or be stunned, lose dex bonus to ac and suffer ac -2 for 1 round. Is Nolan's staff still on fire?\n\nAC: 20\nHP: 26]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach ye bitch, yer gonna pay for that!\" \n\nThokk takes up his sword again and rushes to the hyrda, keeping his shield over his body to protect him untill he gets in reach and once again slashes down a head\n\nSaves:\n Thokk Two Reflex (1d20=8, 1d20=9) \n Of course, hes not exactly nimble \n Cold Damage (6d6=23) \n Thokk to Hit (1d20+11=19) \n Thokk Damage (1d10+5=15) \n Hahah! Got another head! Dont know about this ones HP, but if two heads are down we can reliably kill two heads a turn, at best it will be dead before it can really hurt again \n\n[HP = 28]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn's eyes widen as the larger hydra rampages into the clearing. He flexes his muscles as the heads rear. He knows what is about to come; he'd seen it before, but it was much more fearsome merely a few yards away from him. With a beauty and grace only attainable by the fastest of warriors, Fizahn twists himself cleanly to avoid both the ice blasts and remain unharmed. Fizahn tightens his grip on his dagger and begins a roll towards the hydra. His tumbling leaves the hydra confused so that none of the heads can intercept him. Fizahn springs up near the hydra's feet and jabs his dagger into its leg.\n\nOOC: Reflex saves= 23 (15+8) & 23 (15+8) \n Tumble= 29 (18+11) \n Attack= 19 (11+8)\nDamage= 6 (4+2) " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih runs out from cover, axes in hand.\n\n[hr]\n\nAttack against main body\nMain hand: 19+25= 44(from True Strike)\nOff hand: 2+5= 7\n\nDamage:\n1d6+3= 8\n\nI really need to get power attack or something." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAll Lissa can do is curse impotently as her friends bear the brunt of the hydra's icy wrath. That, and reload her crossbow. She circles around to the right, looking for a better angle to hit the beast.\n\n\nOOC: I so need Rapid Reload. :P Stupid Str penalty, if it weren't for that I'd be using a composite shortbow. Anyway, load up the crossbow and flank the hydra with Aeroz or whoever's handy." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix manages to spin out of the way of one way, but he manages to spin right into the other.\n\n((Reflex: 20+7=27 and 7+7=14\nDmg:3d6=14))\n\nYix rushes to new hydra and takes a mighty swing at it. However, the combined weight of the orch and the blast of cold in his face has left his tiny brain rattled, as Yix misses the dragon completely, once again.\n\n\n((1+4=5 Yay critical fumbles!! I think this torch is bad luck))" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark was surprised and somewhat dismayed at the appearance of the larger hydra. As the beast unleashed its freezing breath, he wondered if that is what he looked like when he was caught in it. His first thought was to charge and engage it, but he realized some of his companions did not weather the breath attack well.\n\nSiezing the opportunity, Trinark dashed to within arms reach of Yix. Keeping his attention firmly fixed on the hydra, he released his healing energy into the tiny reptile.\n\n[OOC: Casting Defensively - Concentration check: 10 + 7 = 17 (Success) ... CLW: 6 + 3 = 9 ]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Reflex save 1 - 1d20+7=20; Evasion - No damage\n\nReflex Save 2 - 1d20+7=25; Evasion - No damage\n\nOh yeah, and init =14]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's eyes widen at the appearance of the larger cryohydra. That's not good... It looks pretty angry now. She considers drawing her crossbow again, but decides that time is of the essence now. Katrin engages the hydra in melee, slashing a long gash in the creature's side.\n\n((AC 17\nHP 25\n Attack Roll (1d20+8=27) \n Critical? (1d20+8=25) \n Damage (1d6+2=4, 1d6+2=8) Total Damage 12 ))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel graclessly fails to evade both breath attacks.\n\n:: reflex saves: (1d20+4=13, 1d20+4=8) ::\n\nooc: doing the math - unless each attack does less than 11 damage, she's down and out for the count." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The second hydra lasts no longer than the first. It goes down in a flurry of sorcery and steel. As it dies, it gently nuzzles the body of its slain child.\n\nThe forest is still once more. For a moment no one speaks, looking at each other, adrenaline still pumping.\n\nHajih and Nolan have suffered minor wounds inflicted by the hydra's teeth when they closed in, and several of you were chilled by the cryohydra breath, including Tiriel who had barely recovered from her first encounter with the hydra. She looks shaky as she leans on her sword.\n\nSlowly the rest of the party breaks cover and stands with the melee combatants in the center of the clearing.\n\n[hr]\nLady Ulrich looks displeased. \"Well, that was quite disappointing. Quite disappointing. Ah well, at least your friends are safe, and once they have returned, I am sure that you will be leaving in short order ...\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The hydra makes its Fort save (13 + 10 = 23). Nolan and Hajih are hit by AoO. The hydra misses its AoO on Thokk and Yix. Tiriel took 20 damage from the breath attack. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa gathers her purple robes and runs to her brother, \"Are you well? And what made you think it was a smart idea to kick a hydra!\" She smiles at Nolan. Only my brother would kick a hydra! \n\nShe then glances to Lumpy, \"My apologies for not thinking of the body attack earlier, when we were planning. I've never fought a hydra of any sort. Seeing it face-to-face certainly helped remind me of my studies quickly, though!\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy jerks his polearm free of the hydra, wiping it off on the snow and flicking it dry. He ignores Nyssa as he stows the weapon, instead opting to look around suspiciously, as if something still weren't right. Finally, he breaks silence,\n\n\" We're short one. What happened ta the elfess? \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"Kicking a hydra makes as much sense as drow rising from the dead and tiny drago...\" spasm of pain flashes across Nolan's face, \"See? It really does hurt to smile.\" He examines his bite more closely, \"I'll be alright. Tiriel though...\" Nolan makes his way over to Tiriel to see if she's okay.\n\n[ How much damage from the Hyrda bite, Doc? Nevermind, kariokie pointed me to the data thread. :)]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk takes his blade up and wipes it across the grass, cleaning off the streaked gore. He then carefully uses his sword to pry loose a handful of hydra teeth, and then cuts a strip of hydra skin from the beast, and puts both belongings in his pack" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Damn that hurts\" he says, his teeth clenched together in pain.\n\n \"Remind me never to get in the way of an angry Hydra again.\" \n\nHe kneels down in the snow beside the body of the two Hydras.\n\n It has been far too long. \n \"Folks, I've got some business to attend to, I'll try and catch up to you as soon as possible.\" \n\n((Pm sent))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn smiles as the hydra goes down. He stands up casually and brushes the snow off his clothing. Uninjured throughout the battle, Fizahn looks at Tiriel sadly. If only she had my skill, she might not have been almost killed by the hydra both times. He frowns as Lumpy mentions the missing elf. \"Yes. I was wondering about that also when Tiriel said only the halfling was being pursued here. Delphinia, did you perhaps see what happened to... the... elf... ess?\" Fizahn stumbles over the last part, obviously trying to produce Si'rene's name, but drawing a blank." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Well, that went faster than expected.\" Lissa slings her crossbow over her shoulder and trudges through the snow toward Tiriel, breath puffing out in white clouds before her. She takes one of the warrior's cold hands in her own, smiling up reassuringly. \"Between Trinark, the druid and me, we'll have you fixed up in no time. Um... is your back all right? Let one of us know if there's anything broken there, eh?\" Lissa raises an eyebrow with those last two sentences. Then she begins a spell that's all too familiar by now, the spell of healing.\n\n\nOOC: CLW = 4 points Woo. :P" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing Sun-hair attend to Flameswordl, the lizardkin did not approach any closer and stood a few feet away and watched the healer do her work.\n\n So this one knows healing too \n\nHe proceeded to the carcasses of the hydras and began to carve out some meat.\n\nBloody and gruesome though his actions may be, the druid is unaware of the expressions of those to whom his back is turned.\n\nOOC: sorry but he did say he was going to eat it. Ad it wouldn't be right to kill something for the express purpose of survival or food in his worldview. .. If the meat is poisonous then he will throw it away." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia dismounts and leads Gladi over to everyone else. She stays a little outside the group until Lumpy mentions Si'rene. Then she paces a llittle closer until Fizahn asks directly about her.\n \"Si'rene is fine, so far as I know. There was an injured person at the lair, and she stayed behind to help her out.\" She looks back over at the carcasses. \"How about that, huh? Two of 'em.\" \n\nWatching the druid, she doesn't even blink an eye at his actions. Yeah, Orris did weird stuff like that once in a while. Don't much like the taste of predator myself, but to each his own. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Wow. This enormous group of us is pretty impressive. \n\nAs the second hydra falls, Achkby moves forwards, to stand with the others. Once among them, however, he stops, unsure of what to do. He can't do anything to help the injured, and there's nothing to say as a mere bystander.\n\n\" Good job, \" he mutters, drifting over to the side of the group.\n Where do I fit in now? \n\nHe finds himself standing next to the younger hydra, and, with nothing else to do, he pretends to examine it. And after a moment, he does examine it.\n\n My God. It doesn't even have scales... " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix seeing the lizardkin go for a few hunks of meat from the hydra eagerly joins, first looking to the druid to see if the meat is tasty." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks down at Lissa, confusion plain on her face. Then she suddenly smiles. \" No, I'm fine, \" She says, rolling her sholders and stretching her arms. \" I'm just tired and sore, nothing new. \"\nShe accepts Lissa's healing spell with a \"thank you\" and gazes at the two slain beasts. Those we travel with are more than able; the situation may not be so grim as we thought. \n\n\" We should go help Si'rene and then head back to the keep. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy brushes off his arms before moving his hands to his beard, vigorously raking icicles free from the untamed hair growth there,\n\n\" Well, show me where they are and I'll see about hauling this wounded fella back here. We should get moving soon, fer sure. Can't put off our business up north any longer now. \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nAs the rush subsides, Trinark quickly moves into action. He moves rapidly to Tiriel's side, and despite her protests quiets her with a reassuring smile. \"This will only take a moment.\" He chants a short prayer and the grasps her shoulders, as the healing magic closes her wounds.\n\nHe quick moves among the other members making sure that none of them have been seriously wounded. Satisfied that no one else is in immediate danger, he takes a moment to examine the two dead beasts.\n\n[OOC: Dump Hold Person for Cure Moderate Wounds: 2 + 6 (+3) = 11]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel accepts Lissa's healing gratefully, but flinches away initially when Trinark reaches his hands out towards her. When Trinark insists, she allows the drow to touch her shoulders to restore some vitality to her body.\n\nThokk and the lizardman both tear into the bodies of the hydrae. Some of you look away with distaste at the feral display, while other watch with interest. The skin of the hydrae is smooth and soft surprisingly. With the death of the creatures, the purplish hue to their hides fades to a dull gray as their blue blood soaks into the wintry ground.\n\nA noise from the woods causes everyone to turn quickly, weapons ready for a new threat. Everyone quickly relaxes when the \"intruder\" proves to be Si'rene, who is carrying a middle aged human woman on her back. Katrin and Tiriel run to their friend's side and help lay the woman on the ground gently. She is badly wounded, but conscious.\n\nKatrin looks up at the sky. \"It's getting late. If we want to be back at Phent before nightfall, we should leave right away.\"\n\nKatrin looks a bit peaked and uncharacteristically anxious for some reason. She looks around for Hajih and mutters to herself. \"And where did that crazy ranger go? If he's not back soon, we'll have to leave him behind. Probably got lost after relieving himself behind a tree or something ...\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"I don't see what's the hurry. We have places to go, but I'm sure the town would like to give their thanks before we dissapear, and look! Thier bringing someone back as well. I don't recognize her, do you?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lady Ulrich peers more closely at the pool of water. \"I can't say that I recognize her either.\"\n\nShe seems mildly irritated when Elthan suggests that the town will be grateful, but she recomposes herself and manages a wan smile. \"Yes, I am sure that everyone will be happy now that all of the magical beasts have been slain. You and your friends are heroes!\"\n\nShe looks sideways at Elthan and Callos. \"Pity about the ferrymen and that girl though, isn't it?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThroughout the entire visage of the battle with the two hydras in the scrying water Callos went from tense to relaxed to tensed once more whenever things got to an exciting point. Mostly however he was calm and an audible groan escaped from his mouth when he saw the middle aged woman.\n\n\" We send them out for part of one measly day and they bring back a stray. Do you think they need our constant supervision Elthan or is it just to give mages annerisms? \"\n\n((Going to cast Detect Thoughts and hide the somatic components by waving his arms around like he's angry.))" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Middle aged lady \n\nThe lady looks up at her rescuer, her face streaked with dirt and blood, \"Th-th-thank you my dear. I really did NOT want to end my life as lizard food. Now if I could just get this leg... \n\nShe leverages herself up into a sitting position and looks around. Obvious surprise crosses her face and she brushes her graying hair out of her face to get a better look. \"My...My! Ain't you lot a pretty sight. Where did you...? How did you...? Well! Such an interesting collection of beings I ain't ever seen on Ehlonna's green earth. And you got the hydras I see. That #$^@^$% overgrown gecko eat Sir Richard she did. Still, one can hardly blame her with those mouths to feed.\" \n \"Now young lady,\" she looks up a Si'rene. \"If you could help me set this leg I'll save you the job of carrying me.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa looks to her brother. \"We need to retrieve the body of the green-haired priest on our return. He should have a proper burial or burning.\" \n\nSometimes, to Nolan, rites might be enough. The soul was at peace, and that was all that mattered. To Nyssa, however, the body was important, and should be taken care of. Even if it didn't matter to the deceased any longer, someone, somewhere, must have cared for him. It would mean a great deal to them that he was at rest.\n\n{Nyssa will retrieve deadguy's body on the return journey. If there is no cart with room for it, she will carry it with her brother. If he will not carry it with her, she will drag it herself.}" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNyssa was the sensitive one. Obvious as that might be to anyone who met them, it took Nolan years to understand just what that exactly meant. He was the older one, by two minutes. Twins when their parents had only been expecting one child. It was assumed that the family's \"gift\" would be passed on to Nolan since he was the first to be born. And so he was the one sent away to the monastery to learn the teachings of Kelemvor and to nuture his birthright.\n\nOnly that birthright never manifested. His strength was his natural discipline and physical prowess. The realm of the spirits remained as much a mystery to him as the emotional landscapes of the living. It wasn't until later, through his correspondance with Nyssa did he learn that it was she who developed the power. But it was different than what had manifested in their ancestors. Nyssa's was a wild magic, capable of granting her power over the dead rather than aiding in their passing on if she were to choose that path. But her love and understanding of life and the spirit overrode any desire to delve too deeply into the arts of necromancy and he respected her all the more for that.\n\n \"Of course,\" Nolan says to Nyssa. He takes some blankets from the cart and begins to wrap the dead priest's remains in them." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nUnconscious to him, the hunt and kill had comforted the lizardkin who had some form of normality returned to him by the events.\n\nConcentrating more on slicing out pieces than gulping them down. Gathering enough 'steaks', he turns back pleased to the warmbloods in his pack.\n\nA throaty rattling noise emits from his gullet, startling some until they surmise its a chuckle, when he sees Yix pouncing onto the body and walking along the top like a predator over its kill.\n\nOn seeing him gulp down some raw meat,\nhe says,\n \"Peace, little master. They taste better with herbs\" \n\nHe pats one of his pouches as he says that and starts erecting a hasty firepit. He offers them freely to everyone. He doesn't seem to be intent on staying put for the night, but on having a fast cookout\n\nHe also collects some of the hydra blood in a rough gourd." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin paces back and forth nervously, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. \"Trinark... could you heal our friend here magically? Or does the leg need to be set first?\" She turns to the middle-aged woman. \"What is your name, anyways?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay. I think we should head back to Phent, claim the reward and be off. I also don't think our cheer leading section should have a share in the reward.\" Fizahn says with an angry glance at Achkby. He smiles at the woman they rescued. \"Please introduce yourself; we're all friends here.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Fair enough. But why'd he say that? There's something there I don't know about. What did... was it Lissa? \n\nAchkby shrugs slightly from where he is standing by the hydra. He doesn't much care about the reward, or if anyone knows he even heard the spiteful gnome.\n\n And it almost has the body of a hairless cat... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach scaley one, how does it taste? Hahaha, feastin on the flesh of the slain beasts, Ye have class lad!\" \n\nThokk moves around trying to get circulation going again in his frozen limbs, and helps set up the fire to try and melt the ice off his armor and peel it from his frost-bitten skin" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"The name is Kiah, Kiah Oakensfield. Pleased to meet' ya. 'Very well met' I'm thinking would be the appropriate term. And all yours? Just don't expect me to remember them all at once!\" \n\nAt the suggestion that Trinark help her out she looks and him with surprise and some suspicion. \"Ah... okay... sure let's do it. General'y I like to set a bad break before healing it. Sometimes you don't get the alignment just right and you end up like your halforc friend over there. Well... let's get this over with. It ain't gonna to hurt any less waiting for it.\" \n\nAssuming that Trinark or someone will help he out she will brace herself for the pain. A grimace and a thin hiss of pain evident during the operation. But she will wave off any further magical help. \"I got' a bit left. Stuff I didn't use keeping alive back there. You have more than enough to deal with with your troop.\" Kiah says a few words in a strange tongue (Sylvan, if anyone recognizes it) and a white glow passes through her hands to the broken leg. \"Ahhhh... that's better.\" \n\nAs she stands up you see that she is a small woman, with a wiry frame and medium length graying hair that looks like it was once tied in a pony tail, but is now a disheveled mess. She is somewhat restored by the spell but still quite injured. As she tucks her hair behind her ears you also notice that she is wearing no armor and has only a small pack and - oddly enough - a long bow." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nFor all her nosiness, Nyssa knows when she can't help, and she'd been staying away while the new woman was healed. Now that Kiah is standing, she feels comfortable approaching.\n\nNyssa's a tall woman in her mid-twenties, with long, black hair and strangely light grey-blue eyes. Dressed in deep purple velvet robes, with a fur overcloak, she looks chilled to the bone, though her face is still warm and kind. \"Well met, indeed, Kiah. I am Nyssa, and this,\" she gestures to a man nearby, who looks similar, though his head is shaven and he's physically much more powerful, \"is my brother Nolan. Please don't mind if he says anything rude, I believe it's part of the duties of his brotherhood to lack social grace.\" She grins at her brother.\n\n \"How did you come to be here, Kiah?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks to be in her mid-twenties. She is fairly tall, with black hair to her shoulders, tied back into a ponytail, and green eyes. She has a scar across one side of her face. \"Well met, Kiah. I am Katrin.\" Katrin paces around the clearing nervously, listening in on the conversation and waiting for something to happen." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia just moves off to the side when Si'rene returns. She slings her bow and quiver and starts checking Gladi over to make sure she didn't hurt anything during the run.\n\nShe is a halfing with brown eyes and brown hair in a ponytail, and wrinkles on her face place her in her 50's. She wears fine chainmail with delicate leaf-motif scrollwork on the edging. Her riding dog has long, shaggy, dirty white hair with black spots." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nHe had endured hours upon hours of meditation beneath raging waterfalls, walked endless paths of burning coals and spent many nights on beds of spikes. Nyssa's verbal needling were no match for his intense conditioning.\n\nUsually.\n\nWith a red face Nolan manages a gruff hello and a stiff bow to Kiah before returning to the task of securing the dead preist's remains." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark moves over to examine the older human woman. He takes a few moments to assess her condition.\n\n[ OOC: Healing Check: 4 (+8 ) = 12 ]\n\nTrinark tries to find a friendly smile, hoping it won't startle the woman. He then goes about setting her leg. After he is reasonably confident the leg is in the right position, he will cast Cure Light Wounds on her.\n\n[ OOC: Dump Shield of Faith for CLW: 5 + 3 = 8 ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the tower ... \n\nCallos sees a jumble of images. It is spring, and Lord and Lady Ulrich are riding home after a visit to Telflamm. The sun is setting and the couple is welcomed into a small stone cottage by a riverbank. The four ferrymen and their sister are pleased to share what little they have with the noble couple. The young woman laughs as Lord Ulrich tells a funny story. Lord Ulrich smiles back. It is summer, and Lord Ulrich is setting off for Telflamm on horseback. He waves jauntily, then turns his back on the castle, leaving his orcs behind. Lady Ulrich looks at herself in the mirror as she brushes her hair. It is nighttime and the long dinner table is set for two but the chair opposite is empty. It is fall, and a raven flies through the window and confirms Lady Ulrich's greatest fears. It is winter, and a party of strangers arrives in the middle of the night. They claim that they found the remains of several men and a woman at the ferry crossing. It is early morning and behind a closed door, Lord Ulrich sobs quietly, not knowing that anyone is listening ... \n\nAs Callos' senses return, he realizes that Lady Ulrich is staring at him intently, a thin smile on her lips. Is this what you wanted to know? \n\n[hr]\n Meanwhile ... \n\nThe middle aged woman seems completely unperturbed by the fact that she is being tended to by a drow elf. Once everyone has had a chance to warm themselves by the impromptu fire, the party moves out, back east toward Phent, leaving Hajih behind (as he apparently wished).\n\nThe group stops briefly to recover Silithos' body, the party's only casualty.\n\nThe sun is low on the horizon by the time the party arrives back at the castle, which is bathed in a warm orange light. The full moon begins to rise just as the sun sets.\n\nThe orcs raise a cheer as you arrive. The sharper eyed among you noted that some money changes hands among some of the orc sentries. In all likelihood, many didn't expect your group to return." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn bows before Kiah. He is a young gnome slightly over three feet tall. He has an athletic body. He is wearing a chain mail shirt on under his winter coat and is holding a serpentine dagger. His eyes are a deep brown, similar in color to his reddish hair, which is cut short. He has multiple scars on his face, including one replacing his left eyebrow. A twinkle of mischief lights up his eyes. \"Pleased to meet you. I'm Fizahn.\" \n\n As they enter Phent, Fizahn stands up in one of the carts and bows. \"That's right orcs!\" Fizahn says looking at the losing orcs. \"That's what you get for betting against me.\" Fifteen people minus Achkby... Wait... Where's Hajih? Hmmm... I guess that's thirteen people who get shares then. I hate dividing by thirteen. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy is a half-orc of near dwarven stature, remarkably short for his kind, but more than making up for it in breadth and musculature. He is fittingly, rather lumpy in form, knobby protrusions of muscle combining with a rather irregular skeletal structure. (Kiah was very likely not far off the mark on ill-set bones) To make matters worse, he favors his left leg heavily, matching his lopsided stature with lopsided gait. Emphasizing what must be signs of a harsh martial lifestyle are his battered set of platemail and varying array of weaponry. His face, the only flesh directly visible, is scar-crossed to a fare-thee-well, gouges and slashes marking even that small portion of him heavily; even the tip of his right ear is missing.\n\nHe manages little more than a grunt in greeting to Kiah, elaborating with the gruff addition of an adjective, \" Lumpy \" Formalities aside, he meanders over to his horse, preparing it for the return journey.\n\n----\n\nLumpy pays the cheering little mind as they return to the keep; he hadn't done it for the cheering, or even for the money (though it helped). it was an obstacle that had needed clearing, and it was now cleared. They were free to move along now, and that was enough. He had hassle aplenty with their business already, and resented further complication." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz smirks at the jab towards Lumpy. He still doesn't introduce himself just yet. Introducing himself to new people right off the bat has usually not fared him well in the past.\n[hr]\nAs the group arrives in Phent, Aeroz finally makes a point to introduce himself to Kiah. \" Hi, the name's Aeroz. Sorry about not introducing myself sooner. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah seems a little tongue-tied when the drow administers to her leg - watching his face closely. There is some confusion when they both cast a healing spell at the same time. This causes her to grin and chuckle. \"I am very pleased to meet you\" she says to him.\n\n Now Kiah, don't go starin'. The poor man probably gets enough from everyone else. But my, is he a sight for sore eyes with all the bigotry and xenophobia in the world. This is the most fascinating group of being I have ever seen. That lizardkin now... how do I talk to him??? Well, I'm sure that he (or she?) is used to the bumbling of warm-blooded folk. I'll just see what I can pick up from the rest of them.\" \n\nKiah will smile and say \"Pleased to meet ya.\" to everyone that introduces themselves.\n\nMuch restored. Kiah falls in beside Nyssa on the way back. \"I got here by my own arrogance. That would be the best way to put it. This hydra was causing a lot of trouble so I thought I would come and check it out. I did view the area but I only saw the young one. I judged my protections would be good enough against it. Imagine my surprise when I met momma. Momma eat Sir Richard (that was my donkey) in 3 shakes of a lambs tail, then grabbed me as a choice tidbit for the young one. I suppose she wanted to train the little one to hunt or some damned thing. Well, it was a darned good thing that the protections worked against the little one after all. Momma was quite confused when the little one keep losing track of me. she chuckles. \"I was just about running out of time when yonder elf woman showed up. That's got to be the best timing I ever saw - personally speaking. Got to find a way to thank her. What is her name if you don't mind? She didn't introduce herself.\" \n\nLater, Kiah will continue the conversation.\n\n \"If you don't mind me asking, what brings you lot together? I mean, it's nice to see and all but you've got just about every race I've heard about here. All working together for some reason. I'm not sayin' it ain't a good thing - it is in my books - but it must be some powerful thing to work through all those different ways of looking at things.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's riding dog joins the lizardman and Yix in their hydra feast, tail wagging ecstatically at this much fresh meat. Belatedly spotting what her mount is up to, Lissa just shakes her head. \"Well, that'll save Lord Ulrich feeding you tonight, but I guess I'm riding back in the cart.\" Hmm, he might want proof that we killed the hydras. With this in mind, Lissa claims a head and heart from each hydra, packing them in a sack full of snow for the trip back. Having assured herself that her wounded comrades will live, the gnome walks over to the new arrival with a smile.\n\n \"Hello, Kiah. I'm Lissa, resident sharpshooter and trap expert. How'd you get into this mess, if you don't mind me asking?\" Although Lissa is pretty well bundled up against the cold, it's obvious that she is a fairly young gnomish woman. Her golden blonde hair is gathered into a long, ice-rimed braid that reaches past her waist, contrasting oddly with her medium-brown skin and sparkling dark eyes. She carries a crossbow, and a sheathed rapier peeks out from under her fur cloak.\n\n\n Coming back to the keep... \nThe sharp-eyed gnome spots the orcish guards exchanging bets. Lissa snickers and cups her hands around her mouth, yelling up to the battlements once the party is within shouting range. \"OY! You shoulda told us there was a pool going! We could've won even more money!\" She pauses, grinning. \"What were the odds?\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nWith the danger of the hydras past, Delphinia takes up a rear position. These kids...what the hell am I doing here with them, anyway? Off to fight undead. I don't know a whit about undead. And I'm not seeming to be much use here, anyway. She silently reins in Gladi as they move through a forested area. Waiting fo rhte group to get around a corner, she turns the dog to the side and directs her into the trees." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nKiah sees a tall lizardkin wrapped in bulky furs roasting some meat at a small fire pit. He is clearly the largest member of the party standing 7 feet tall and with one of the broadest shoulders she's probably seen not on a northern barbarian. He has some face-paint on that add to his bizareness and wipes the blood all over his claws.\n\nChomping down on some hydra steak, the lizardman sits down with Thokk and warms himself with the fire. He jumps when he feels a lick at the back of his ear.\n\nTurning to see what had snuck up on him, he spots Gladi wagging her tail. The canine ride **** her head, giving both a soulful look and a soulful whine as only dogs can.\n\nPeering back, to see if the owner notices, he drops a cooled steak at the dog's feet.\n\nThe only other time he jerks up was when Kiah casts a spell. He doesn't see her do it though as the group around her are a distance behind. He looks around like he had something familiar but shakes his ehad and goes back to his meal. Lulled into a sense of security by their numbers.\n\nHe looks mournful as few choose not to partake of the feast even after he seasons and roasts the meat. He glares at Trinark until even he treis a few measly bites and smiles at the lizardman. He looks like the respite he had gained from the kill was over when he is told that they were leaving.\n\nHe had noticed the stranger that Burns-from-afar had brought back and typically made no moves to find out about her.\n\nHe does not argue about the return to the castle but there is a despondent silence and the looks he gives as he turns back to stare in the direction of the ferrry leave no doubt to where his heart is.\n[hr]\nBack at the castle he sticks close to Trinark and the patry members. He doesn't mix or even meet the glances of the orc soldiers or humans of the village.\n\nHe finds a quiet spot where they bunked down the night before and prepares to meditate, wondering if his message reached his tribe and his thoughts on Sheyra and Sethra." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nAt the campsite, Thokk tears into a big hydra flank steak, proclaiming it to be perfectly delicious. As he finishes, he gets over and walks to Kiah. Thokk appears to be middle aged for a dwarf, heavily muscled and and with almost pure white hair. He has a heavy scar right above his eye and his eyes have no color in them at all, just gray orbs, proofs of his return to the land of the living\n\n \"Ach, the name be Thokk lass. Just Thokk.\" \n\nAs Thokk returns to the castle on his horse (Soulhammer II) he cheers along with the Orcs, thrusting his fist in the air and enjoying the scene. Infact, this seems to be the happiest and most cheerful many have ever seen him\n\n Hahaha! Ah, life is being set right again. The gods truely do watch over me " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n I sat by and watched while they fought some beast of no importance at all. Idiot . \n\n[hr]\nAs the party heads back to their tethered mounts, Achkby 'falls in stride' with Kiah (though his legs are moving twice as fast).\n\n\" Greetings, \" he offers in an oddly formal introduction, \" Name's Achkby. I'm our long-time arcanist. And disregarded moral compass, as of late. \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nWhen the group comes along to the castle, Yix is too intent on chewing on a hydra steak and licking his lips and hands to acknowledge that his surroundings have changed." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa accepts a small piece of hydra steak from the lizardman with a polite nod, and does her best to consume it. She smiles politely the entire time, and offers a piece of her rations as a return gift.\n\n---\n\nLater, while walking, she smiles as she hears Kiah's story. \"I'm glad your protections worked and kept you alive. It wasn't your time. I believe the elf's name is Si'rene.\" \n\nNyssa smiles at Kiah's assessment of the group's composition, \"My brother and I just joined the group five days ago. They go to warn the north that a powerful necromancer is building an army. Nolan and I have special interest in helping the dead rest, so it seemed a good cause. You'll have to ask someone who has been around longer for more of a history -- I believe it involves the underdark, and someone was turned into a drider, and people were just pointing weapons at each other yesterday over some of it. I've little idea, even though they tried to explain their history, and we've been too busy to ask more.\" \n\n--\n\nWhen they reach the castle, Nyssa finds some place to warm up, and then seeks out the priests of the group (Lissa, Tirniak, and Kiah, she figures). \"Does anyone know how a priest of Umberlee should be buried? I'm afraid that I know little of the traditions of other religions.\" \n\nShe also seeks out Lord Ulrich, and after making sure Nolan was not near her, she asks, \"Sir, my brother was injured in the fight with the hydra. Might I ask for one of the healing draughts you gave our companions last night? He's too stubborn to ask for himself.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa does try a bite of seasoned grilled hydra, when urged by the druid, but finds it much too gamey for her taste. Cloudy the riding dog gets the rest of her steak (discreetly, of course.)\n\nAchkby's 'moral compass' remark gets an eye-roll from Lissa, though she refrains from further comment. Honestly, what exactly is so bad about eliminating a threat from our backtrail? If the big hydra attacked a group of travelers once, it would do so again. We wouldn't be able to deliver our message if that thing glomped us all down in our sleep. \n\nAt Nyssa's question, the gnome looks thoughtful for a moment. \"Well, Umberlee is the sea-goddess. Frankly I'm surprised that Silithos came as far inland as he did; you don't usually see Umberlants away from the ocean. I guess normally you'd bury him at sea...\" Lissa absently picks a piece of ice off her braid, thinking. \"Are there any large rivers nearby?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Actually to be completely honest it answers absolutely none of my questions in any way shape or form. But I am kind of surprised that you noticed the intrusion...aside from me staring at you. \"\n\nCallos's words where bluntly honest to the woman as he sighed and dismissed the thought detecting spell. The others would be back soon and he still had so many unfinished thoughts buzzing around in his head. Turning he swept out of the tower room and down towards where he had left his supplies. When they got back he had no intention of waiting around. There was a word to save afterall." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan watches as Callos makes his exit. He wasn't in any hurry, they still had a while before they returned.\n\n\"But of course, it couldn't have possibly been the copper piece in his hand, Mystra's knows, it's not the focus of the spell. So, while we're waiting for thier return, perhaps you would be kind enough to share your experiance of alchemy with me?\"\n\n(OOC: As long as he has time, and isn't kicked out, I'd like to check if there are any unusual components or items as well. Knowlage Arcana +6, Takeing 10 to identify stuff.)" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"A powerful necromancer is building an army? Nothing special about that. Alot of wars going on right now. Power hungry people always want to build an army. Oh.... you mean an undead army. Really?... my word! That's a different thing entirely. Undead cause serious problems with the natural order of things.\"\n\n You mean you don't really know the details? Your off risking your life without knowing why.. Ah youth, always think they're invincible and everything is a game... \n\nShe smiles and Achkby as he introduces himself in a formal manner. \"Please to me 'ya Achkby. Would you by chance have more information on this necromancer? I was just asking Nyssa here how such a group as you folk got together. It seems like you have been through a lot together.\" \n\n---\n\n \"I don't know the rites of Umberlee either.\" [OOC: do I? knowledge religion +6]. \"But I don't think we should try to make something up. Could do something seriously off and get some body annoyed. I do have some rites for those of other faiths. They where developed to offend as few as possible - which means they are not very good.\" she chuckles. \"I could use those.\" \n\n---\n\nKiah looks with great interest at the Orc guards as they enter the keep. Orcs guarding the keep! I've heard about this place. Nice to finally be here. It does give me the willies to see them though. Fought too many Orcs I guess. Keep y'r hair on girl. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nDuring the trip back to Phent, Trinark keeps quiet unless someone speaks directly to him. He is never out of sight of his Lizardkin companion, constantly glancing his way like a guardian. He appeared to be lost in thought.\n\nUpon their return to Phent, Trinark stays with the group. He isn't interested in the celebration, which surprised him a little. After his personal ordeal, he expected to feel elated. To the contrary he felt sad and a little sick inside. During his clerical studies before his imprisonment, he had been taught to respect life in all of its forms. Life should be taken only when no other options were possible.\n\n Perhaps we just killed a mother and her child...when she killed me, was she just following her instincts and protecting her offspring? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby frowns to himself.\n Why are these people always so quick to explain what we're doing?! Especially people who are barely even involved... \n\" No, can't say I do, \" he replies. \" We aren't entirely sure what's going on. I wouldn't want to tell you what might be happening only for it to come out later on that I was completely off the mark. \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan remains silent on the way back to the keep. The arrival of another stranger undoes the tenuous level of comfort he had started to feel with the group. Gingerly he adjusts his clothing and furs around the nesty bite he had received from the mother hydra. The injury was more severe than he had been letting on but he didn't want to bother anyone with it." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nuses the walk back to do a quick head count:\n So let's see, Si'rene, Ginerva and I are all here. The lizardman, Trinrak and Yix are here as well. One guy go killed in the Underdark, 2 others left us when we handed over the dagger and....we, wait. We're missing someone.\nWere the bloodly hell did the man-who-used-to-be-a-gnoll go to! \nTiriel recalls that the last time she saw him was after the first encounter with the hydra. She can't remember if he entered the keep.\n\nAfter a few moments of reflection, she decideds to ask people (the party, towns people, orcs, etc...) if anyone has seen him since then." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah, Human Cleric \n\nKiah walks along side Achkby and Nyssa.\n \"I see.\" she says. \"Well, I owe you one. The whole lot of you that is. If I can do anything for y' before we part ways let me know.\" \n Hmmm he's a cagy one. They may be on some kind of mission full of political intrigue. Good riddance to them if it is. Wars are little concern of mine... as long as they don't destroy much along the way. But if there is an undead army being raised somewhere I'd like to know about it. That ain't natural. \n \"So you're a arcanist eh? Rare skill for a halfing. I knew a lady halfling once that had a skill for potions. Did she ever! She lived near us and people used to come for miles around for her services. We had an Inn in those days. Used to talk with her sometimes when she came in for a pint. Poppy Bell Willowtree was her name. She's passed on now. I don't suppose you've heard of her?\" \n\nIf Achkby and Nyssa wish to chat she will. Otherwise Kiah walks with a thoughtful expression on her face. Pondering the strange group." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I know many of... my race skilled in that type of work. Makes fair sense to me, \" he offers casually. \" But don't think I knew her, no... none of them would ever submit to being called that , \" he says with a bit more color in his voice.\n\n\" Bet you owe her a lot of business, though, eh? \" he asks innocently." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah, Human Cleric \n \"Ha! The name's too old fashion for you eh? Well, she was an old lady when I knew her and 'Poppy-Bell' seemed to suit 'er just fine.\" \n\nWhen Achkby asks about owing her business she looks over at him. What... does he think I'm getting a kickback? Quite the suspicious one Mr. Achkby \"Well, maybe I do and maybe I don't.\" she says blandly. \"But it would be kind of hard to pay her back now that she's dead. Does your position as moral compass have suggestions for such a problem?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I wouldn't expect you to go and pay her now, \" he says, apparently somewhat taken aback. \" That'd be pretty inconvenient for you. I was just wondering if she brought a lot of people by. I've never had an inn. Dunno how much draw one potion-maker could get. \"\n\n Whoa, there! What's all that? Don't think she likes me much... " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah looks at Achkby appraisingly. Not sure what to make of him.\n\n \"Well an Inn's a lot of work - long hours. But you get to talk to people which is the part I liked... travelers especially. Poppy-Bell didn't come by often but people would ask for her. She been there for time out of mind which might account fer some of it. But I think many where traders - coming around to get stuff they couldn't get other places. She didn't talk about them much. She helped me with my herbals though. Sort of a mentor of sorts. That was nice...\" \n\nKiah's voice trails off and she looks rather sad. Lost in her thoughts." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin meditates. He tunes himself into the Otherwhere and attempts to focus on his tribe.\n\nIn the end when he can't help himself he shifts his mind to Sheyra." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Haha lads, come on! We have slain the beast, saved the people, drink and be merry, lads, ye never know when the hammer will come for yer!\" \n\nThokk proceedes to find a pint of mead and celebrate with anyone willing" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin also remains silent on the way back to the keep, lost in thought. When the group gets back, she excuses herself from the group, saying she's going up to her room.\n\nIf dinner is going to be served, Katrin will come down for that, but otherwise will remain in her room.\n\n((Dr. Bob--I PM'd you.))" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa thanks Lissa and Kiah for the information. \"Well, the group coming south mentioned a ferry, I believe, to Lord Ulrich. Perhaps we'll find a river there, if we're taking the same path.\" She thinks for a moment, appraising the situation. \"However, with the condition his body is in, I'm not sure we can wait past this evening. Any rites sound better than none.\" \n\nAs Kiah and Achkby bicker over what seems to be a simple misunderstanding, she struggles to remain quiet and not step in as a peacemaker. But as their conversation ceases, and Kiah trails off, Nyssa looks at her. \"She sounds like she was a very good mentor, and that you were very fortunate to have her in your life. Always remember that.\" \n\nWhen Tiriel makes her way past and asks about the missing man, Nyssa thinks for a moment before she responds. \"You mean the handsome gentleman who was almost catatonic on the bridge? I never saw him inside the keep, but I remember he left the bridge with us, heading in that direction. I'm sorry I can't be of more help.\" Nyssa then looks at Tiriel strangely, almost says something, but instead keeps her mouth shut." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n to Nyssa \n \"Thank you dear. That was kind of you to say so.\" \n\n---\n\nKiah watches as Katrin as she separates from the celebrations.\n Something's bothering her. She don't seem like the type. \n\nKiah is sitting a little off to the side, not thinking that it is appropriate that she join in. She moves as if to talk to Katrin but, when the young lady heads straight up to her room, thinks the better of it.\n\n---\n\nOn entering the keep Kiah will greet the lord and/or lady and ask permission to stay. She will spend the time before dinner chatting to those in the group and getting to know them (those that aren't drinking heavily that is :)). At dinner (assuming that she may join), she watches the dynamics of the group and also notes if any topics or names catch Katrins interest." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia, not far away in a forested area \n Yeah, now this is more like it. Delphinia and Gladi wound their way slowly through the trees. The sure-footed dog forged her own path in the snow, getting little direction from her distracted rider. All those people – just too many in one space. This is better. Enough room to breathe. She took a deep breath, savoring the frigid air for its freshness, its emptiness. Who needs them anyway? Off to save the world, indeed. \n\nAn hour or so later, she stopped Gladi and dismounted, pulling out her bow. Clearing her mind, she grabbed the reins and continued on foot, intending to scare up some dinner. Orris always said, ‘find food before your hunger finds you.’ This time of year, they rarely ate well, but she could usually find something. They came upon a skinny squirrel drinking from a swift stream. Stupid thing, she thought as she drew back an arrow on her bow. You deserve to be my dinner if you’re dumb enough to pop out here alone. \n\nAfter finding an old hollowed tree stump and digging it out enough so they both fit, she pulled off Gladi’s gear and brushed her down. Then she started a fire and they snuggled down in together for the night. ”Yep, Gladi,” she ruffled the hair on Gladi’s head with one hand. ”This is how it should be. No world to save, no people churning up the tracks you’re trying to follow.” Giving most of the meat to Gladi, she cobbled together a small meal for herself. ”Orris never much liked lots of company. ‘Course, you never met him. He passed on a while before you were born. We talked a lot, Orris and me. Poor guy, I think he sometimes wished I was human, so we could be…closer I guess.” \n\nGladi laid down her head and drooped her eyelids as she watched the fire. Delphinia stopped talking. After five years, thinking too much about Orris still choked her up a little. They’d traveled together, for how long? Almost twenty years. In all that time, he’d never taken a wife. She’d never even looked at another halfling, either. We used to talk. And watch each other’s backs. We were friends. I’ve got Gladi now, but it’s just not the same. \n\nShe leaned into Gladi’s warmth, her mood turning to sadness. Watching the fire play, she adjusted the blanket over them both. The mesmerizing dance of the flames combined with the warmth from both bodies induced a soporific haze. Gladi’s breathing slowly changed over to the rhythm of sleep and Delphinia began to doze. The oldest wound replayed in her mind, a dark memory buried deeply enough that she hadn’t thought upon it in many years.\n\n The sun sparkled overhead, warming the day without baking it. Five whole families of halflings attended that picnic to celebrate Anemone’s birthday. Delphinia watched her little sister basking in the warm glow of being princess for a day with an indulgent smile on her face. They were close enough in age to be friends, sharing secrets and clothes. Anemone was standing on a log, giving the requisite birthday speech, when the sharp point of an arrow pushed through her chest, spreading a crimson stain on her special birthday day that eerily matched the pattern of her namesake flower.\n\nEveryone watched, horrified, as she slumped forward to the ground and her killer became apparent. A horde of goblin-bearing worgs, their coats matted and black, thundered across the wide meadow. The gathered crowd erupted into panic- screaming, flailing, crawling, running. Delphinia just sat there in shock, frozen by the sight. People she had known all her life fell under arrows as she watched. In the madness, a fleeing halfling was struck down right before her eyes, falling over her and pinning her to the ground. Her brain, processing the information too sluggishly, took what seemed like an eternity to recognize the face of Tassik, her boyfriend of almost eight months, as it slackened with death. Turning away, she saw her cousin lying dead just a few feet beyond her reach. A little farther away, her mother crawled, arrows protruding from her back. \n\nShe woke with a start, trying to push Tassik off, just as she had done then. Gladi woke to her struggles, jumping up to defend her master from…nothing. Delphinia’s head found the ground, and the impact shook the memory loose to drift back into her subconscious. She sat up and started immediately to calm the dog. ”It’s ok, Gladi. Just a bad dream.” And no one to talk to about it. I didn’t notice before, but that halfling, dammit, I forget his name, he looks a lot like my cousin. I wonder if he has any relation to the Featherwillow clan. \n\nShe pet the dog soothingly and rearranged the blanket over them both. What the hell was I thinking? I must be some kind of first-rate idiot. Like it wasn’t enough clue when that gnome girl asked just one simple question and I gushed all over her like the fat girl getting the attention of Prince Charming. She sighed heavily. I don’t really like being alone. Being with Orris wasn’t the same as being alone. I’ve been flailing around for long enough since he died. It’s time to be with people again. I’ll go back in the morning. Maybe by then I can come up with a good enough bull story to explain why I was gone all night. Maybe they won’t ask, maybe they won’t even notice. But I need me someone to talk to again. And dammit, I want to know about that halfling kid. With that resolution, she drifted back off to sleep." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oh, how sad. Well, I'll leave her to mull that over herself. Maybe she'll realize my folk aren't just there to help her along. \n\nAchkby trots his mount a bit aways from the conversation and seethes to himself.\n Oh, in the name Brandobaris, why are they carrying that damn priest's body along with us?! They had better not want to go on another excursion tomorrow to do some more priestly hocus-pocus with it. If so, I'm leaving with Callos. If he hasn't left already. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan watches as Lady Ulrich turns away from her silver bowl and moves to another workbench. She begins assembling a number of ingredients from various jars and beakers.\n\nShe lights a small burner and soon a flask of purplish fluid is being boiled over high heat.\n\n\"I imagine that your friends will be in need of some healing when they return.\"\n\nElthan sees that Lady Ulrich is preparing more of the healing draughts that were provided last night at the midnight meal.\n\nThe entire process takes several hours, and by the time the potion has cooled and been decanted into a dozen small vials, it is almost sunset.\n\nTogether, Elthan and Lady Ulrich descend the stairs as the cheering of orcs filters up from the courtyard ...\n\n\n\n End of Lake of Tears I. To be continued in The Necromancer's Pact VII: Lake of Tears II ... " } ]
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[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "That night, you gather at the long table for dinner. Kiah is introduced to the Lord and Lady Ulrich, and she is warmly welcomed. Delphinia's and Hajih's absence is noted, but attributed to \"ranger business\". Ssilithos' body is kept outside in the stalls to forestall any decomposition until you can figure out how best to dispose of his remains. Though he was abrasive and foolish, you raise a glass to his memory.\n\nLord Ulrich is eager to hear how the two hydrae were slain, and he nearly spills his soup leaning forward to catch every detail. Once the story is complete, Lady Ulrich yawns and excuses herself, citing fatigue. With a rueful shrug, Lord Ulrich too rises from the table and bids you all good night.\n\nOnce again, vials of Lady Ulrich's healing elixir are provided for those who remain injured. A fine sherry and more cigars are also offered by Lord Ulrich's servants, and you are led to a richly furnished study to spend the evening sipping and puffing in the firelight.\n\nA small chest lies in the center of an oak table by one of the windows. Inside the chest are, as promised, 2000 gold pieces that glitter in the light spilling in through the window from the full moon.\n\nYou begin to discuss how best to divide the reward among those present (and not present). A few sideways glances are sent Achkby's way, but if this bothers the halfling sorceror, he shows no signs of it.\n\nOnce Si'rene is sure that you are alone and not being observed, she waves everyone over next to the fireplace.\n\n\"When I found Kiah, I checked the hydrae's lair for any magical items left among the ... debris ... outside the cave.\"\n\nThe white-haired elf lays out three items before the hearth: an old rusted and pitted gauntlet, a clear crystalline prism, and a burnished silver ring. The silver ring appears to originally have been set with three rubies, but two of the stones are missing. Only a single red ruby remains, sparkling in the firelight.\n\nLooking up, Si'rene asks, \"Where is Katrin?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Oooh... perhaps they'll be magical... I probably won't get any, though. What am I talking about?! What did I do to deserve any. Grsha! \n\nAs the group gathers around, Achkby asks softly, \" Might I see what I can divine of any... extra-ordinary properties they could have? Callos, perhaps you should do the same... \"\n\n[OOC]With a nod from Aeroz or Si'rene or somesuch, Achkby will cast Detect Magic as many times as necessary and make whatever Spellcraft or Knowledge (Arcana) checks would be appropriate, if any are. Both skills at +10.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Katrine? I think she went up to her room. She didn't say anything, but maybe she's not feeling well? I'll go check on her, she won't want to miss this.\" \n\nTiriel will leave the group huddled around the objects and head up the stairs that she saw Katrine use earlier.\n it's not like I'll be of any help trying to figure out what they are any how.... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn examines the magical items with little interest. There's nothing there that particulary peaks his interest. He seems mostly interested in the gold and whenever ways to split it are discussed; he seems intent on splitting it with the fewest people possible." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, seems to be some strange findings, I be interested what they are? Any of you have any ideas? The gauntlet in particular interestes me, something like that should have rusted long ago, not merely remained in that state...\" \n\nThokk checks over all the items, merely looking at them and trying to see if he has remembered any of them or if he can figure anything un-usual about them.\n\nOOC: Knowledge check, +2 racial stonecunning and metal knowledge\n\nBetween the meals and sitting around, Thokk approached and asked the Lord if he had permission to use a furnace and also if he could have a leatherworked assist him in working his hydra skin" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nHaving helped the dwarf warrior haul some hydra skin back earlier, the druid had retreated to somewhere quiet.\n\nThe druid continues to meditate in solitude. He is unaware of the events in the hall but is aware the others are eating a meal together.\n\nIf hunger finds him again he has a couple of steaks wrapped nearby.\n\n Sheyra..don't be frightened. Fight it.. fight it \n\nHe holds the tooth dangling around his neck and exhales.\n\nAs he rests the green ley lines start to from before his eyes and he feels stronger and more connected with the land. The exertions of the hunt and journey over the last few days strengthening him and adding on to his druidic ability.\n\nHe slowly falls into trance\n\n[pmed you DR. bob]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer was almost completely unsurprised to find out that the green haired priest had been slain trying to fight a hydra alone. Still it was never a good idea to dishonor a dead persons memory. Too many things could interact, too many variables to predict that might lead to the man spontenously returning to life. So instead he busied himself with the trinkets found at the hydra's lair, peering over them just as intently as Ackby had done, if for no other reason then to keep himself busy. The ring and gauntlet in particular drew his attention.\n\n((Right, doing the spellcraft and maybe arcana cheks for the items.))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan picks up the crystaline prism and looks over it. Didn't Elthan have something similar to this while we where in the underdark? It certiantly looks similar, if nothing else. \nHe places the crystal back on the table, and adresses the group. \"Can I make a suggestion? Instead of directly splitting the gold among us, shouldn't we put some of the gold towards group assests? Group potions, scrolls, food, ammunition and such so the whole is well supplied. At this point it doesn't seem likely that we will part and go our own ways, so we might as well pool some of our earnings.\"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah will join Tiriel if she may. \"Do you mind if I join you? Katrine looked down earlier, and I feel out of place here. Maybe I can help.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk judges the gauntlet to be structurally sound, though heavily oxidized. Callos notes that the gauntlet radiates a moderately strong aura of transmutation.\n\nElthan picks up the crystal prisms and peers through it with curiousity. He tosses it into the air once or twice, catching it in the palm of his hand. Coughing weakly, he places it back down on the floor. \"It's bigger than an ioun stone and it doesn't seem to float,\" he observes.\n\n\"It seems to very faintly radiate evocation magic. I'm surprised that you even noticed it, Si'rene ...\"\n\nEventually, attention turns to the silver ring with the single remaining ruby. \"Is that what I think it is?\" someone asks. Callos and Elthan both confirm that the ring radiates magic strongly. The aura is judged to be of the evocation school.\n\n[hr]\nTiriel and Kiah climb the stairs together. Tiriel is naturally concerned about her good friend. Kiah is simply looking for an excuse to stretch out her newly healed legs.\n\nKatrin had uncharacteristically asked for a single room. The door is closed, of course, so Tiriel knocks lightly to see if everything is OK. There is no response from inside the bedroom." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nMore of his attention turned towards the gauntlet that was covered in rust. Everyone else was paying the ring mind and the necromancer had no doubt that they would eventually figure it out. So instead he decided to investigate the gauntlet. Besides it worried him. Transmutation magic could be tricky, dangerous even, espicially if it was cursed.\n\n\" Thokk, let me take a look at that gauntlet. I want to try and discover its function. If at any point in time it seems to be causing me pain or any adverse affects and I do nothing of my own accord to remove, I want you to take it off. Forcibly if you have too. \"\n\nHe looked pointedly at the dwarf's bastard sword at the last part as he held his hand out for the gauntlet. If Thokk lets him look at it he'll slip it unto his hand and wait to see if it does anything of its own accord." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix climbs up on the table to appreciate all the new shiny (and rusty) objects. He is particularly fascinated with the gold, which he immefiately goes over to and begins counting." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy inserts his opinion on Silithos' rites rather pointedly,\n\n\" We ain't wasting any time in the morning sorting out that dead priest. I don't overmuch care who he worships, but here on land, ya don't get a burial at sea. If that was what he wanted, he should'a died much closer ta water, cause we ain't diverting fer his sake. \" He wrenches his knuckles together, cracking them noisily, \" Now what I WILL do, on account'a I'm such a nice guy, is dig him his own plot in the frostbitten ground and see him buried there tonight. Anyone wants ta give anyone elses blessing on the matter, that's their business. \"\n\nHe joins the others briefly in the matter of the magical items, but seems to quickly lose interest at the sight of them. Nothing looked terribly useful to him; at least, no more useful than a share of gold might be. With a shrug, he sets out to find a shovel or three (to account for breakage) and bury the priest wherever is most convenient\n\n((OOC: as an aside, if no one goes with him, he'll probably strip Silithos of anything valuable looking before burying him. no one come, please :P))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel shrugs when Kiah offers to come with her. She seems nice enough after all, so whatever.\n\nHearing no response from the room, Tiriel knocks again, louder. \" Katrin, it's me. Open up already.\" \n\nIf there is still no response, she's more than prepared to find out which is stronger, the door or herself.\n\n::She'll try the door to see if it's locked, if so then:\n if the hinges face out, she'll simply lift the pegs (or the entire door), if not, ahh well I think we know what's coming....::\n\nedit: yeah I guess I should have her try the door first..." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa nods to Lumpy. \"You are correct. We don't have the time, and better he rests now. I will assist you, Lumpy. You should also secure any goods left on his body -- they will do him no good where he has gone. They can better assist the group.\" \n\n{Nyssa dealt with death all of her life -- it's completely natural to her, and she's very pragmatic. Dead people don't need things. Living people do. She won't allow his holy symbol or any non-useful personal items (like clothing) to be taken. She'll help Lumpy sort out what's magical/worthwhile and not, as well.}\n\nShe then looks at Elthan. \"And I believe your proposal is a good one. Those on the front lines get injured and must use potions, or the priests must use costly items on them. They keep people like me safe, but I bare none of the cost of it. It's not equitable.\" \n\nWith that, she gets up to follow Lumpy. \"I trust the group will figure out a fair way to divide our rewards. Please keep in mind that two of our number have departed, but I think we should keep their shares for them until we're sure they're not returning.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz stays present for the scanning/testing/identifying of the magic items. He keeps an eye on Callos and anyone else fiddling with the magic items, just in case what the wizard fears does happen. He also occasionally glances at Si'rene, Ginerva and Tiriel.\n\n I dont trust the three of them at all. First they put me on that hellhole of a journey, and now they want to just be allies. Well, not mine, but, the point is there. Too many variables. \n\n[OOC: Fixed DR, Stupid not reading things in their entirety.]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn keeps his eye on the gold. He grins as he sees Yix start counting. Fizahn decides to have fun with Yix and sidles over to the pseudodragon very nonchalantly. \"Good idea counting it. Make sure it's all there and we weren't shorted any. Did you count that piece?\" Fizahn asks, pointing to a piece he knows full well Yix has already counted. Fizahn busys himself trying to distract the tiny dragon and make him lose count. He also sneaks some of pieces the dragon's already counted back into the pile. When it's all said and done, the dragon's count comes up 2179 gold. Darn and I was so hoping to get 2180. \n\nOOC: Completely useless and stupid, but it struck me as a kinda funny thing for Fizahn to do." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Ludo \n\nLudo gratefully accepts the healing elixir and drinks it. He sits quietly in a corner by the fire, letting its restorative effects work on his wound. He refuses the wine and cigars but instead sips water from a goblet. He watches Nyssa and Lumpy exit to bury the priest. Nolan has grown to respect the half-orc and he quietly meditates where he sits, trusting that his sister is in good hands." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nWorking with Callos\n\n 'Ach lad, sounds like a good idea, may also be good to take off yer belt pouch so yer dont start slingin spells around, Ill make sure I dont have to be too forcefull in removing the gauntlet' \n\nThokk helps Callos any way he can, but lays his sword against the far wall, but still close enough to grab should the need arise" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nThe tiny dragon can't figure out why the king would give them more gold than he promised for teh reward. He sits there scratching his head for a few moments pondering, but eventually gives up, and begins to take more of an interest in the other items going around." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's eyes fixed on the ruby ring the moment Si'rene brought it out. She picks it up almost reverently, examining the damaged piece of jewelry. \"Great Golden Lords... people, I really think we should put some of the gold toward identify spells. At least one of you magic types can cast that one, right?\" The gnome looks around at Achkby, Elthan, Callos and Nyssa. \"I've heard tales about rings like this, but I don't want to look like a fool if I'm wrong. And you know how bards are, who knows how much of those tales was actually true. It would be wonderful if it were, though...\" Her voice trails off, and she stares at the mysterious ring a moment more before putting it back with the rest of the loot.\n\nThen Lissa notices what Callos is doing, and just about falls out of her chair. \"YOU IDIOT! Beshaba on a broomstick, a wizard of all people should know better than to wear an unidentified magic item! You complete and utter dolt! I lost a good friend of mine to an enchanted necklace that choked her to death! 'Oh, Lissa, you're so paranoid! I'm sure it's perfectly safe!' Last words she ever said.\" Finally she runs out of steam and just glares for a bit. Despite the glare, it's plain that Lissa is indeed very upset and worried." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs most of the group turns on the ring and Callos investigte the gauntlet, Achkby fineagles the crystal away. Callos has clearly got his piece under control, and while Achkby's heard as many stories as the rest--well, maybe not Lissa, but no one has her appetite for treasure (besides that Greedy Fizahn, of course. Gnomes!)--but it can't really be what they all hope it is. These things don't just lie about in the snow.\nHe turns the crystal over and over in his hands, trying to remember if he's ever heard of this sort of thing. He did always try and pick up tales of magic as he travelled, but it had been so long since he'd heard any new ones...\n\n[OOC]If you haven't already made the check, DR... Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+11=19) [/OOC]\n\nHowever, when Lissa's tirade to Callos spews forth, his is forcibly pulled from his attempt at memory recall, and he grudgingly involves himself with intra-party politics.\n\" Come on, now, Lissa, leave him at it. He knows what he's doing, better than most. 'Snice of you to watch out for him, an' all, but don't stop him at his work. \"\n\n That's settled. " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah watches as Tiriel knocks and tries the door. If the door is locked and Tiriel can't break it first try she will hurry down to the group to see if anyone is good with locks." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark chose to remain in the background after their meal. He didn't partake of the luxuries, mainly because they were foreign to him.\n\nInstead he remained seated back from the hearth, observing the goings on. He used his keen elven hearing to listen as his companions examined the items liberated from the lair of the hydras. He never learned much about magic beyond the limited divine flows he was able to channel.\n\nHe did take note the Tiriel and the older human woman left the room together." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Well, I'm no good at digging, am I? She looked mournfully at the pitiful few dents she'd made in the frozen earth with her shovel.\n\nLumpy, meanwhile, had made astonishing progress in the time they'd been outside, and was already knee-deep in a substantial hole. He'd carried the body out on his own, sorted through the priest's possessions on his own, and was basically running the entire burial. She had a feeling that's how he preferred things, anyhow, and she went along, helping where she could.\n\n I'm really getting nowhere. Still, Nyssa kept digging. Even if she couldn't contribute much, she could contribute something. She pulled her furs around her tighter and made another clumsy stab at the ground.\n\n \"So,\" Nyssa said, after a while, \"where did you get that scar?\" She could have pointed at any one of the dozens that marred the half-orc's body, but in the darkness, it was hard to tell." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy was in fact quite good at digging holes. When there had been digging to do back home, his mother's husband had made sure he was the one doing it. The militias usually made him too, come to think of it. He could swear up and down he'd dug every hole in Scardale. As he progressed, he gradually stripped extraneous furs from himself, heating up quickly beneath the bulky garments. Eventually, he's left only with his pair of homespun wool pants as well as boots and heavy gloves to aid his grip. And though the tip of his whole ear reddens and gooseflesh prickles along his leathery skin, he seems comfortable in the cold.\n\nHe drives the shovel into the ground with a grunt, the tool's handle creaking and bending under the applied force. Digging in the winter was stupid really, but he didn't need anyone else losing focus on their goal on account of alternative burials. He glances up in surprise as Nyssa speaks up, leaving his shovel stuck in the ground, swaying slightly,\n\n\" Huh? \" A moment later, his mind catches up, processing the information and supplying an answer. He glances down at himself, then at her, as if trying to further divine her meaning, What's she playing at?Ah, whatever. . . . Regardless, he shrugs, tracing his finger along a number of scars as he rattles off their descriptions and cause. It almost seems he knows every one of them,\n\n\" Most'a these ones \" He traces orderly marks traveling perpendicularily along both his forearms. Their order and alignment is uncannily good, \" come from blocking swords. Beats getting hit in the face. The little round ones are from arrows. I picked up more than a few'a them up north, but a couple're from the Dales too.. \" His hands slide up to his scalp, where an oddly posistioned scar shimmies it's way along the top of his bony head \" This one's actually where a crossbow bolt bounced off. It was a lousy shot. Most'a the other nicks here are from knife-fighting. They're always going fer the face, unless they know what they're doing \" He points out cuts along his cheeks and nose, as well as his missing eartip, but then moves along to a nasty set of three jagged slashes curiving down his browline, narrowly missing one eye, \" 'Cept this one. Big walking statue near tore my face off in the Underdark.\" \"\n\nHe resumes shoveling, though he keeps speaking\n\" Everything else's just normal wear and tear. Little nicks and scrapes happen when ya fight. Well, the ones on my back are lashings, but it's all basically the same. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy and Nyssa chip away at the frozen earth. Once they get below the frozen crust, the digging gets a little easier, but not much.\n\nLumpy had managed to salvage a small ring from the green-haired priest's body, but little else seemed to have survived the hydra's teeth and claws.\n\nBy the time they have completed the burial, the moon is high in the clear night sky. The orc sentries had long ago lost interest in watching them, so the two of them sit quietly beside the mound of dirt watching as a pair of falling stars streak across the sky.\n\nSuddenly Lumpy stands up, peering into the darkness. It might have been his imagination, but for a moment he thought he saw a dark shape slinking around in the distance. \"Maybe we should head inside?\" he suggests.\n\n[hr]\nCallos flexes and opens his hand experimentally a few times, dislodging small flakes of rust that catch the firelight as they drift to the ground.\n\nThe necromancer randomly points and gestures, but the gauntlet seems to have no obvious effect.\n\nThokk leans in close, almost smelling the metal, and notes a series of fine complex spirals inscribed in the gauntlet.\n\nCallos reaches for the fireplace poker, but when he grasps the tool with the gauntlet, it immediately oxidizes and crumbles into dust ...\n\n[hr]\nUpstairs, Kiah tries the latch, but the door is locked from inside. Kiah is about to head downstairs to see if anyone is good at picking locks, but before she can do so, Tiriel has lifted a heavy booted foot and kicked the door in.\n\nThe bedroom is empty. Moonlight spills through and open window onto a bare floor." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"In the name of the gods...\" \n\nThokk jumps back and quickly rambles in high dwarven, before catching himself and speaking in common\n\n \"Ach, that be a powerful weapon there lad! Bane to any fighter in existance! Take it off lad, I wish to try!\" \n\nThokk quickly stripes all metal objects off himself, except for a chain around his chest. He then politly reaches for the gauntlet, but all can note the eager look in his eyes" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe listens to Lumpy's business-like listing of his scars, her shovel held still in her hands. \"I think my brother and you are very alike, in some ways.\" She goes back to \"shoveling\" in silence.\n\nWhen they've finished, Nyssa kneels down by the grave, touching it, then touching her forehead. She murmurs a quiet prayer to Kelemvor, then stands.\n\nShe looks once more at the grave. \"May you be in peace. And may your goddess warn her other priests to not be so foolish.\" \n\nNyssa looks directly at Lumpy. \"Life is far too precious to waste. He was a idiot. And now he's a dead idiot. But still, one trait that makes us who we are is how we treat the dead.\" She smiles. \"Shall we?\" \n\n{Once they're back inside, she'll Detect Magic on the ring, and attempt to use Spellcraft (+11) and Knowledge: Arcana (+11) to determine its properties, if it's magical.}" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Damn that girl. She's gone and done it again. Tiriel sighs and walks out of the room. Kiah looks at her questionaly as Tiriel closes the door behind them.\n \"Look, all we can do is wait for her to come back. Whatever she's doing, she must have wanted to do it discretely. \"\n\nSlightly peeved at being left out, Tiriel heads back downstairs to enjoy the food, and festivities." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nWhen Yix sees the fire poker crumble from a mere touch of the gauntlet he becomes very intrigued. The next moment he is standing up and clapping anxiously calling to Callos \"Again! Again!\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA delighted smile came to the necromancer's face when the fire poker oxidized and disentergrated into rusty powder. So thats what it did. With the sudden huddling by the pseudodragon and Thokk though a clustered look came to his face. Then annoyance until he stepped back from the two of them as he worked the gauntlet off of his hand.\n\n\" Behave yourselves or I'll hide this thing from the both of you! We don't even know if it will work more then once a day so be calm. \"\n\nTaking a deep breath now that there was breathing room he handed the gauntlet to Thokk though one longing eye was on it. And to make sure Thokk wasn't reaching for any of his metallic items to test it on." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy watches Nyssa's prayer impassively, but shrugs at her commentary,\n\n\" People get the treatment they deserve, living or dead. I seen it time and time again. I just do what needs doing and keep moving on. \"\n\nTurning his eyes, which glint brighter in the darkness than they ever did in light, out towards the countryside, his brow furrow slightly. He drops his jaw as if to voice some concern, but shrugs, burying it under a grunted reply, \" Yeah, let's go. \"\n\nGathering his things, he leads the way back to the hall, offering the ring over to Nyssa for inspection." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark watches as the small group experiments with the magic items. He notes with some interest when the gauntlet causes the fireside poker to crumble to dust. He recalled such creatures in the Underdark whose bodily fluids were so corrosive as to cause even Dwarven forged steel to disolve before your eyes.\n\nAfter the women had been gone a few minutes, he rose and headed for the staircase. As he reached the bottom he met them coming down.\n\nHe looked at Tiriel with a questioning look, \"Is everything alright? Do you need help finding Katrin?\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah turns in surprise as Tiriel kick the door in. As a small, frail woman it's not something she ever dreamed of being able to do. She grins at Tiriel and says \"Remind me to stay behind you in a fight.\" \n\nPeering into the empty room it's clear that Katrin has left through the window. As Tiriel expresses her frustration Kiah can only look on with some sympathy. Sometimes there's jus' nothing to say. \n\n---\n\nBack in the common room she leaves Tiriel to explain Katrin's disappearance. I wonder what happened to the half-orc - what was his name? And the friendly one - Nyssa. Looks like they're happy with the haul anyway. Wait! Is the tall guy giving the gauntlet to the dwarf?? They haven't identified them things yet have they? I hope someone around here can remove curses 'cause I'm fresh out. \n\nThe tall male half-elf catches her eye. He don't look right. I've seen it before. Does look too long ago nether. \n\nKiah sits down and considers the scroll of restoration in her scroll case. It was an expensive scroll. Higher that she could do. She had to pay 800gp for it and was saving it for an emergency. Different voices in her mind argued over what to do. The half-elf wasn't at the fight with the hydra but he definitely seems part of the group. On one hand she was always tight with her money running the Inn - had to be. So the older part of her mind wanted to sell it to him. But on the other hand the nature priestess - the newer part of her mind - was not like that. There are things beyond buying and selling. They could do something about the hydra and did it - so here she was alive and well. She could do something about this. It would all balance out just like Ehlonna said it would.\n\nHer decision made she makes her way over to the male half-elf (Ethan) and sticks her hand out. \"Kiah! Pleased to met 'ya. Looks like you had a run-in with some undead. Would you mind telling me about it? I might be able to help. The most important thing is when. How many days ago did this happen?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, this be very interesting indeed...\" \n\nThokk smiles as he looks over the gauntlet, and tries to read the tiny runes inscribed on the side\n\n \"Callos, I needs help with three things. First, can ye hand me a small steel object? Second, can yer make any sense from these runes? Finally, do yer know any spells or magics that can rust metal items? As in, can ye cast any right now lad? O, and the rest of ye, I suggest all metal be stripped off and put over yonder on the side\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel is about to answer Trinark when she overhears Thokk's annocement. She turns back to Trinark, \" Everything's all right I guess, \" she looks back at the group noticing that the dwarf has a strange half-manical, half-gleeful grin and that Yix is jumping up and down. \" Whatever's going on here, I think I'd rather hear about it afterwards. I'll be outside. \"\n\nShe grabs some food on her way out before heading to the stables." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe older human nodded and looked around the room for a suitablly sized metal object, a spoon or other utensil if he can. Once such an object is found he returns to the dwarf and holds it out. Once Thokk takes it he leans over and peer s curiously at the gauntlet, trying to see if anything happens when it rusts something as well as attempting to see the runes Thokk was talking about.\n\n\" Huh, I don't know of any spells that do that myself. Perhaps you can ask Elthan or Ackby about it... \"\n\n((Actually rolled my Spellcraft check to see if Callos would know about the Rusting Grasp spell and failed it.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel thanks Trinark for offering to help, but she feels that it's best to leave Katrin alone for now. If she felt she had to sneak out, there must certainly be a good reason.\n\nSi'rene joins Tiriel outside to get some fresh air. As they walk outside, they pass Lumpy and Nyssa, who are returning from burying Silithos.\n\nOnce alone, Si'rene and Tiriel spend some time in quiet conversation. Neither of them are sure what Katrin is up to. \"Well, I guess we all have our secrets, don't we?\" Si'rene says as she looks up at the moon.\n\n[hr]\nElthan counts backwards. It's been at least three or four days since the battle with the spectres. Kiah isn't sure whether the spell will restore Elthan's weakened spirit this far out from the initial drain.\n\nTogether they look at the crystal prism and the silver ring inset with the single ruby. Everyone else seems focused on the gauntlet.\n\n[hr]\nYix, Thokk and Callos gleefully attempt to disintegrate any steel or iron items that are offered up, including some flatware and a chamberpot. Unfortunately, the effect on the poker can't be replicated. Callos concludes that the gauntlet may only work a limited number of times a day.\n\n[hr]\nNyssa looks over the ring recovered from Silithos' body. It is a simple gold band with a single groove that spirals around the band seven times before meeting itself again.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: So can we wrap up the gold distribution soon? " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah listens to Ethan while he recounts the battle and the number of days it has been. Then she checks the whites of his eyes and the skin between his fingers. Finally, she pronounces \"Well, you're lucky. Looks like I can still do something about this. But next time you get yourself looked at right away y'hear! Undead ain't healthy! It's a lot easier to do something in the first 24 hours then to wait. In a few more days it would have been beyond me.\" \n\nShe grumbles a bit, digging through her bag for a scroll case. Taking it out, she selects a scroll and spreads it in front of her. Then she snorts, \"Actually, it's beyond me now. I suggest that if you don't want to spend all that gold (points at the table) and more on scrolls than you best be more careful. Now, hold still.\" \n\nAs she reads the scroll twists of glowing green vapor rise from the disappearing script and coalesce around her hands. The words are soft and light and strangely musical - like a butterfly on a spring day. When she finishes she reaches over to grasp both of Ethan's hands. The glow passes over to him and sinks in. Anyone can see the change. His skin is instantly less pale and his eyes are brighter.\n\n \"There,\" she says \"that does most of it. Can't do more after this long I'm afraid. You need to get out and do something.\" \n\nShe will refuse any payment. As she packs up her things she says \"You can thank me but that's about it. What goes around comes around as they say.\" \n\nAfterward she will walk to somewhere in the room where she can see everyone. \"Hey all!!\" She projects her voice quite well, and obviously is comfortable speaking in front of a group. \"I know everyone wants wants to divide gold and such but give me a moment. I need to say my piece and they you can get back to it. I want to join your group for a bit. You've removed the hydras and left me with some free time, and there seems to be something about undead in whatever you're messed up in. Now I know that some of you don't trust me...\" she looks at Achkby pointedly \"... enough to tell me what is going on but that's OK. I'll tag along, and either that will change or I'll pick up enough to decide on my own. Until then I'll help out, and if I leave I'll let you know.\"\n\n\"Now I'll hang around for a bit if you want to ask me some questions, but then I'm head'n up to bed and you can let me know in the morning. I rise at dawn. If you want me earlier jus' knock.\" \n \n\n(OOC: Whew! that was way too long)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan tries to reply to some of Kiahs statements without feeling like a guilty child. \"I wanted to do something about it when it happened, but we where rushing and I thought it might just fade away like anything else.\"\nHe can feel the energy return to him as the spell is completed, the positive energy lighting him up agian. \"If all I can do is thank you, then thats all I can say. Thank you.\"\n\nKiah gives her short speech and leaves. Of all the people we could have picked up, at least we found an interesting one. \n\nElthan begins to lose interest in the trinkets found, and his mind wanders to other areas. He gets up and heads out for a walk, and spying the lizardkin outside, heads to him. Not wanting to disturb the Lizarkins meditation, Elthan sits down on a nearby object and waits to see if he stops." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Way to enunciate... \" Aeroz mutters to Kiah's speech. \" As for the gold, I believe I still owe some to Achby, so he can take what he needed to cover the Stone to flesh. \"\n\nHe then takes a seat and waits for Thokk, Callos and Yix stop gawking at the gauntlet." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn basically ignores everyone else as he does calculations in his head. Every few minutes, he will offer an outrageous proposal that is shot down by the group. \"Aeroz. I have just lost a great deal of respect for you. You should never admit to having a debt and only repay them if they press you too hard, or you need to borrow a greater amount of money from them. Let them bring it up and then say, 'I don't recall that.'\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nIt was very warm and very comfortable where he was sitting. The sound of friendly banter in the background only added to the cheerful atmosphere. Everything was pleasant and cozy.\n\nIt was too cozy for Nolan. I wonder if they have a spiked bed to sleep on... \n\nNolan looks up at his sister's return. With a stretch he stands and makes his way over to see how things went, giving wide berth to the enchanted gauntlet waving dwarf." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Fizhan, I'm no theif. And besides, its the least I can do after about those half dozen times when I thought he looked like a roasted pheasant in the underdark. And besides, its better to get it paid for now, just in case we find a nice big stash of gold. The halflings I've dealt with in the past were notorious interest keepers. \"\n\nAeroz walks crouches beside Fizhan and whispers \" And as a fringe benefit, now I can start bugging him about what he owes me. \"\n\nHe then gets up and moves to the other side of the room." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I still wanna know if anything's happened with this crystal thingamabob...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby perks up a bit at Aeroz's announcement, but tries his best to hide it. He manages well enough for only a couple to notice his enthusiasm for the idea.\n\nBut then Fizahn speaks and the thought of gratitude is expelled from the halfling's mind as he glares at the gnome. Scrambling for a sharp retort, he decides, instead, to muster up what grace he has.\n\n\" I certainly wasn't going to charge interest; the thought hadn't even considered speculating about crossing my mind, \" he says, trying his best to sound as little like Fizahn's cruel characterization of himself as possible.\n\" But thank you much. It'll be nice to have some spare gold on me again. \"\n\nAchkby'll sit and wait until someone figures out how they're splitting the gold ( Why is this a problem? Just split it thirteen ways... or make it easier, cut out Fizahn, 'cause he's a greedy bastard, and split it twelve ways. ), and then collect the 300 gold from Aeroz, Brandobaris willing." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n Meanwhile near the stables.. \nThe reptilian jerks awake. He blinks in surprise. Nothing had happened.\n\n Why did I not see anything \n\nHe knew he had connected but no visions had presented before him. He looks up to see the wizard from his old roup sitting a distance away.\n\nFor a moment he grew suspicious of the magic user, considering whether he had something to do with the lack of visions.\n\nHowever he dismissed the thought immediately.\n\n This one has done nothing but aid me \n\nElthan's eyes had been gazing one something to the side but sensing a shift in the lizardman's body, they turn back to lock onto him. He smiles at the lizrdman.\n\n Perhaps the place then.. \n\nHe frowns at the surroundings around him and motions the wizard forward. He pulls a package of steaks from the side.\n\nHe looks around and sees no one else besides the two of them.\n\n Cloudhair must still be eating \nHis thoughts drift back to the drow and then to the dwarf and gnomes he had been re-united with. He would have to leave them tomorrow." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn smiles as Achkby talks. \"Oh, absolutely Achkby. I completely understand that you would never charge interest.\" Fizahn says in a tone of mock cheerfulness that is absolutely mocking the halfling. He turns back to Aeroz and whispers in a voice barly audible to Achkby, \"Which is what makes him such a sap, because the amount owed to him will never go up.\" He then directs another cheerful grin towards Achkby. \"I suppose you all want me to come up with an idea of splitting the wealth. I'm obviously the smart one and most decisive of the group. I propose we keep the ring as a little 'backup' tool. Nolan should keep it. I feel there are twelve of us who deserve a share of the treasure, as I feel Hajih and Delphinia aren't coming back. The gauntlet should go to Thokk. The prism isn't very important; we should sell it first oppurtunity and split the proceeds amongst those who didn't fight the hydra, Achkby, Elthan, Callos, and Kiah. The rest of us will take 181 Gold each with the missing rangers getting the remaining 9 gold if they return.\" Fizahn shrugs as he finishes speaking and looks at the group. Let's make a decision please. \n\nOOC: When Nyssa and Lumpy return and explain about the ring, Fizahn will propose that Nyssa keeps the ring and the other members' pots go up to 200 GP with no gold left for the rangers." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy grunts an incoherant greeting as he passes Tiriel and Si'rene, but leaves it at that.\n\nWhen he enters the hall again, he speaks almost immediately, his tone flat but strong enough to carry,\n\n\" Priest's buried. Anyone what wants ta say their peice over his grave best do so tonight, we'll be riding out tomorrow by the time the sun's up. I wouldn't, though, there's something skulking around out there. \"\n\nShouldering his bundled furs, Lumpy moves over to the table, pouring and draining a goblet of wine before reinserting himself into the conversation,\n\n\" A share'a gold's fine fer me, I ain't much interested in any'a the rest'a the lot. Just don't stay up all night arguing. Details can always be sorted out on the road. \"\n\nWith that, the taciturn orc moves past the rest of his companions, heading up to his room wordlessly, leaving Nyssa behind to sort out matters on the priest's ring." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa follows the half-orc in, and stops by her brother's side. \"Beware, Nolan, you appear far too relaxed. Before you realize it, you'll be speaking complete sentences, letting your hair grow out, and possibly even smiling.\" She then takes her freezing cold hands and cups his ears, grinning.\n\nShe then heads to the table and drops a golden ring on it. \"This was on the priest, the only salvagable item Lumpy found. It radiates a pretty fair amount of transmutative magic. I'm not sure of its function, aside from prolonging this discussion. Are you really still talking about money?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\" Yeah, I guess we do.\"\n\n\"I'm going to take a walk and then turn in. Let me know what that group sorts out in the morning - all I care about is that everyone is treated fairly. \"\n\nTiriel streches a bit before puting action to her words. If it's not too late, she'll try to find someone who's willing to sell her some flasks of oil. Maybe I should start with the kitchen? she thinks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the night drags on, one by one each of you retires to your rooms to rest. In the end, the group agrees to try to divide up the treasure into roughly equal portions ...\n\nAeroz, Achkby, Lissa, Lumpy, Fizahn, Tiriel, Si'rene, Trinark and Yix each claim 150 gp. Si'rene and Trinark also hold 150 gp for Katrin and the lizardman respectively.\n\nTwo more 150 gp shares are held for Hajih and Delphinia in case the rangers return.\n\nThis leaves 50 gp to be shared communally for lodging, rations and feed.\n\nNyssa is allowed to keep Silithos' ring, and the silver ring with the single remaining ruby is entrusted to Nolan. Although everyone has the same suspicions, no one is willing to waste a possible wish by \"testing\" the ring.\n\nThe gauntlet is given to Thokk, who would be the most likely to benefit from its powers.\n\nWhich leaves only the crystal prism. Callos peers at the prisms and notes some draconic lettering somehow etched into the center of the long crystal. The letters appear different depending on which of the three faces of the prism he is looking through.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Flasks of oil bought by Tiriel. Level restored to Elthan by Kiah. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nOnce again an expression of curiousty came to his face as he looked at one of these magical items. Going into his pack and retrieving his newly bought pen, a vial of ink, and a sheet of parchment the necromancer laid the sheet down and looked at the letters through each facet. Chewing on his lower lip some he wrote down what he read.\n\n((Callos can in fact read draconic.))" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan had been wincing everytime his name had been mentioned when it came to the ring. I swear... Give it to me and I will toss it at that gauntlet. \n\nAnd then the ring was placed in his hand.\n\nHe lets out a sigh. They just met me... \"If it means going to bed at some point tonight then fine, I'll take responsibility for it.\" His hand closes around the ring. \"I'll need a chain of some sort to place it around my neck. You wouldn't want me to be wearing the blasted thing on my finger next time Nyssa speaks to me.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, so be it. Now Im tired, and if im tired all of yer should be tired. I am going to bed lads, till the morning\" \n\nThokk picks up the gauntlet and gathers up his belongins. He bids everyone a good night, and wanders out to the main stable area to see if he can find the lizardman and talk for a while before he retires for the evening" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix carefully counts his gold coins before adding them to his growing stash. After finding himself a drink, he scampers off to sleep." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nIn his unlit room, Lumpy goes through his nightly ritual methodically, servicing his weapons and armor briefly and easily, eyes glittering in the dark.\n\nLifting his pillow, he slips his sheathed dagger and moneypouch beneath. His armor and pack are stacked neatly at the bed's foot in a military bundle, with the newly added guisarme propped alongside them. He folds his winter overclothing passingly, stacking it within easy reach on the bedside table.\n\nFinally, he stalks around the room one last time, ensuring that everything is in good order, before settling onto his bed, tucking his flail against his chest as he drifts easily to sleep." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah beds down for the night, keeping her bag in bed with her and her door and window locked. Not that it helps much, but it does make me feel safer. \n One thing is for sure anyway. This lot ain't no military. I've never seen such a lack of leadership. Kind of an organic hodge-podge She smiles to herself. The idea does have an attraction to a nature priest.\n\n Still, it will be interesting to see who actually says something to me tomorrow, one way or the other. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa stays up late, enjoying the company, the fire, and the drinks. She actually speaks little, and spends her time watching the rest of the group and listening in on their discussions. They're all so very interesting. \n\nOther than that, she plays with the ring in her hand, but doesn't put it on. She was happy to take the ring in lieu of money, she finally decided -- she had enough money for now, and this way she could be sure the ring would be given to the right person once she knew what it did. She just hoped Lumpy wasn't upset, because she could see how it looked for her to end up with it. I'd talk to him, but I think that might annoy him even more. \n\nShe's one of the last to go to bed. When Nyssa does, she takes the precautions of securing her door and window, but beyond that she acts as if she is completely at home. Her pack is on a chair, her cloak and robes thrown over it, and within a minute she's sound asleep in the bed." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAbout an hour and a half after the treasure has been distributed, Aeroz goes to his room. He takes off his chain shirt and unbuckles all his weapons but a dagger strapped to his ankle, throwing them to the ground in an unorganized heap. Lying down on the bed, his thoughts begin to wander.\n\n Something just occured to me, I only get about four hours of rest a night, while everyone else gets around eight. Seems kind of odd...my race is of the longest lived, you would think we would be able to devote more time to sleep. I guess life is strange that way...why is common so confusing in it's spelling anyways? There are a lot of words that are spelled the same, yet are spoken differently... " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark took the 2 small bags of gold coins without comment. He was still growing accustomed to the idea of having personal wealth.\n\nHe took a brief stroll around the building to see if he could locate the Druid, but he was no where to be found. He furrowed his brow in annoyance. It figures he would venture out at this late hour. \n\nTrinark decided to locate a spot near the main hallway and the stairs. He retrieved a cushon from the main room, and sat down on the floor to wait. He slipped into his typical state of light meditation, knowing that if the Druid came back he would see him first." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nThe sorcerer gets up from his position and takes a seat next to the lizardkin. He sits in silence for a bit before daring conversation. As always, out of respect, he speaks to the druid in draconic. \"Have you just been meditating out here this whole time? There's a need for reflection, but to spend all night out here alone seems a bit much. Come inside with the rest of the group. We've been separted long enough, it would be an injustice to keep you and your wisdom locked outside.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "So, does Achkby get Aeroz's 150?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby doesn't reply to Fizahn's ridicule, and mostly keeps to himself for the rest of the evening.\n\n They seem to trust the new man, Nolan, more than me. Of this whole group, many of us having pulled through the Underdark together, the person they trust the most is the guy we picked up a few days ago. Not that I wanted to guard the ring -- oh, no! But to think they trust him to carry it more than, say, Aeroz, who's been on this... this quest since it began... it's ridiculous. \n\nAchkby does, though, offer Nolan some twine as a makeshift necklace.\nHe retires fairly early, bidding all a polite good night.\n\nIn a bit of a bad temper, he tosses his things in a pile on the table, secures every part of the window he can against the cold outside, and slides in to the bed.\nHe almost forgets to cast the quick spell to clean hisself and clothes, but not quite." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn grins mockingly at Achkby once more before taking his share. He talks freely among the group. He smiles and offers no complaints to the splitting of the loot. After a while small-talking with the group, he heads toward bed. He makes sure to bathe before locking up his room. After all that talk, Achkby still got a share. I suppose it's a fair split, but I'd still like more. He grins ruefully before going to sleep." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The party gathers outside the keep early in the morning after a quick, simple breakfast. The sun is rising behind the Thesk Mountains far to the east. From the raised vantage point of the Keep, you can see the Forest of Lethyr to the north, and a glimmer of the Lesser Elth River to the west (where you had first encountered the hydra).\n\nThe road to Rashemen runs roughly northeast. The journey will be lonely and perilous suggests Lord Ulrich. Eventually you will reach Lake Mulsantir, which will be frozen at this time of the year, allowing passage. Lady Ulrich stands by her Lord's side, holding his hand and wishing you all a good journey.\n\nThe orcs are in a fine mood. They've groomed and dressed your mounts and are all smiles.\n\nKatrin is back, having slipped back into her room sometime in the early morning. She makes no comment about her door being kicked in.\n\nSome eyes look back to the west for any signs of Delphinia or Hajih." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nGladi and her rider come padding into view when the first of the group begin to assemble for the day. She says nothing, and stops the dog a few feet off from everyone else." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n Night before.. \n\nThe druid looks to the wizard. His lip curls up into the slightest of smiles.\n\n \"I wanted to glimpse the future\" \nHe frowsn in worry.\n\n \"But something stopped me\" \nHe pauses before continuing\n \"With no guidance , i know not how i must save sheyra and kill sethra once and for all\" \n\nHe idly pulls at some dried grass on the ground\n \"Someone must know a way to end this.. .\n\nThey both rise and go inside. His unease at entering a human dwelling while not as strong as before still lingers.\nThe memory of the ferryman's hut returns." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa rises early, says some brief prayers to Kelemvor, and then meditates.\n\nShe's already bundled in furs and one of the earlier ones to gather outside. She seeks out Kiah and Elthan first. \"Elthan, Kiah, I think the idea of having a group fund for expenses that are unfairly placed on some and not others is a good one. I'm not sure how we can implement it for a group of this size, though. But I want to at least say that I am willing to contribute for myself and my brother.\" \n\nShe knows little of the new group that had been added, and assumes they will all be travelling forward together, to warn the northlands of the army." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah rises well before dawn, bundles herself up well, and goes outside to meditate and pray. She has a lot to do after her ordeal yesterday. So much in fact, that the sun has risen by the time she finishes. She only has time to grap some breakfast to go and head out to where the group is marshalling.\n\nNyssa approaches her to say a few words. Kiah replies\n \"Damn good idea. Especially since it'll mostly be stuff I would need to keep you lot healthy. Thank you for it.\" \n\nShe chooses a place carefully. Not in the group, but not apart from it either. Putting her bedroll on the ground she sits cross-legged and eats her breakfast, waiting for the latecomers to arrive." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNot needing much sleep but grateful for the peace and quiet afforded by everyone else slumbering, Nolan begins the morning with his usual exercises and stretches. The magic ring entrusted to the night before hangs around his neck from a sturdy leather cord.\n\nHe finds Nyssa with Kiah discussing the group funds. \"I am also willing to let Nyssa contribute for the two of us in this matter,\" he says dryly before hefting Nyssa's pack over to the cart." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin slips out of her room late in the morning, not looking very well rested. She bolts down her breakfast and gathers her posessions together as quickly as she can, but she is still the last to get outside. She mounts her horse silently, hoping she isn't holding the group up." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih and his cart come into view shortly after Delphinia arrives.\n\nThe ranger waves cheerfully as he comes up to the group, but stops when he sees Kiah.\n\n \"Mornin', you going to be joining us?\" he asks, a grin on his face.\n\nCurled up beside him on the cart is a mottled grey wolf, it growls quietly.\n\n \"So...\" Hajih inquires, pausing to take a drink from his flask \"...When we headin' out?\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n to Hajih \n \"Hope to\" says Kiah simply \"...at least until I have a better idea of what is going on.\" Kiah stands up so she can see the wolf in the cart better. \"Nice wolf.\" she comments, and turning back to Hajih continues \"I don't believe I know your name. I'm Kiah. I gave a little speech in the dinning room last night asking to join the group for a bit. 'seems like I missed quite a lot of you.\" She glances over the 4 or 6 that where not in the room. \"So here I am waiting for an answer.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nBeing one of the first to get up in the morning, Aeroz has a quick breakfast and gears up. He spends the time afterwards polishing his weapons and readying his equipment.\n\nWhile everyone gathers to leave, Aeroz waits quietly until most of the group is present.\n\n\" You know, one of these days I should look at a map to see where the hell we are actually headed. Speaking of which, no one let Colonel Bluehat lead the way. I'm not making that same mistake again... \"\n\n[OOC: DR, I was wondering if it was a little too late to go supply shopping. PMing you my list.]" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, still standing nearby, overhears Kiah. Well, my brother and I just started following them and they didn't tell us to go away, but I suppose an official invitation would have been nice. \n\nShe walks to Kiah, and extends a hand. \"By the power vested in me by absolutely no one at all, welcome to the team. I believe that is as official an invitation as you can expect to recieve here.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk spends his morning being once again surprisingly good-natured, talking to the Orcs, eating a large breakfast and seeing different workers in the castle. He soon gathers up all his belongings, reigns in his horse, and prepares to leave" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDespite another night of subpar sleep, Lumpy manages to beat the sun up, perhaps finding some comfort in a regular waking schedule. His morning routine is as regimented as his night, all order and honed reflex as he dons his armor and clothing and repacks his things.\n\nBy the time he's left his room, his militaristic demeanor has faded, shoulders slouching a bit as he steps out into the light of the coming dawn. He is quiet for much of the preparation to the journey, seeming pleased to find his mount tended to but unwilling to vocalize upon it. he eventually settles with a grateful grunt in the general direction of the orcs.\n\nHe breaks his silence as Kiah resubmits her proposal, drawling a lazy response, with a bit less bite than usual,\n\n\" I ain't'a mind ta question people's judgement no more. If yer tagging along, that's yer risk ta take. All I ask is ya make yerself useful, 'cause we ain't got overmuch use fer hangers-on. Ain't no picnic we're going on. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n to Nyssa \nKiah looks surprised at Nyssa's pronouncement. She looks around at the others - most of which continue to ignore the proceedings - and snorts.\n\n \"Thank you girl, if that's all I'm going to get I best take it.\" \n\nAs Lumpy says his piece she picks up her bag and walks over to the other cart (the one without the wolf) \"I'll hold my own\" she replies to him. Then she addresses the driver \"If you don't mind I'll hitch a ride here. My donkey got eaten.\" Without waiting for an answer she climbs on.\n\n(OOC: there are 2 carts right?)\n\n(EDIT: to reply to Lumpy, he beat me by a few seconds)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn awakes brisk and refreshed. Fizahn spends the morning socializing and checking his belongings. He overhears Nyssa 'officially' inviting Kiah to join the group. He smiles at her and pipes up cheerfully. \"Yeah, that's as official as it gets, unless I conduct the experiment. Pretty much anyone's allowed to tag along, assuming they don't want to hurt anyone in the group. It's an extremely diverse group. We've got all sorts of gnome-oids from all types of proffesions. Everyone can do their own thing and we respect each other's privacy. There is, however, a tight-knit inner circle that was formed when traveling through the underdark. You don't become involved in the companionship, trust, and intrigue of that unless you travel with us for quite some time.\" Fizahn leaves Kiah and Nyssa to think about what he said and hops onto Hajih's cart. He spends a few seconds examining the wolf. \"This your kid now Hajih? I knew a ranger had a pet once. Aholoh was Graevic's badger. A badger I was rather attatched to, being able to talk to the little critter. Pity what happened to them though.\" Hajih might recognize Graevic as one of the names Fizahn mentioned at the pool where Thokk was ressurected, or he might not." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah turns to Nyssa \"Makes you feel warm and welcome all over don't it?\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHe bows to Kiah \"My name's Hajih, and don't worry about the rest of these folk, they're mostly harmless.\" \n \"Yeah, I found him in the woods\" Hajih remarks to Fizhan \"his name is Fluffy\" The wolf raises its head and growls at Hajih.\n\n \"Alright, guess he doesn't like that name...I'm sure I'll think of something else.\" He smiles and takes a drink from his flask." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan makes a small awkward bow to Kiah. \"Welcome. Fair warning: in a day or two you may be given valuable treasure you have absolutely no interest in,\" he says stiffly, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with the stranger." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby arises sort of in the middle of people waking, but is nonetheless one of the last few out the door. He dawdles his way downstairs, and eats a slow breakfast of hot porridge.\n\n This stuff really tastes fantastic after so long on the road. I wonder if it travels well. Nah, bet not. \n\nAchby emerges from the hall behind Fizahn, and grimaces at the sight of the mounts again. Heaving a little sigh, he wanders over near his pony and hovers a yard or so away, waiting until the very last moment to actually climb on the creature." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n Last Night \n \"If you need guidance, you have plenty of friends to find it from. We aren't too sure how we will finish this either, but we will find a way. We're the heros of this tale, aren't we?\" \n Morning \nElthan takes his first good rest since the encounter with the specters, and stays in bed a bit longer than usual. He throws his pack into his cart along with anyone hitching a ride in it.\n\nWhen Nyssa offer to contribute to the group funds, Elthan gives a nod and a smile. \"I'm glad we have some support. Even if it's just the four of us.\"\n\nAfter getting everything set, Elthan checks up on the lizardkin. \"Druid! Are you prepared to go? We've finsihed our official welcomings to the new ones, and we will require help keeping ribbons off of Hajihs new pet.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian has a pained expression but otherwise does not seem perturbed.\n \" Do not call him a pet ..\" \nWhile the words seem curt. His level tone and matter-of-factness about it conveyed tolerance over a minor mistake more than anything else.\n\nHe looks at Hajih and back at the wolf. He seems to think something before shaking his head.\n\nHe looks at the sun hefting his pack before looking back to the others.\n\n \"I protect my pack.. all of it. We know where Sethra is. I'm going back for Sheyra now\" \n Without my pack... without guidance... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAt the Druid's words, Achkby sees the entire journey flash before his eyes. He envisions most of the group following the stubborn, idiotic lizard back the way they had come. Everything is crumbling about him.\n\n Nooooooooo... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nIre rises in Lumpy's features as he turns abruptly, stalking across their gathering-place to impose himself between the lizardman and his intended destination. Unbothered by their gap in height, the burly orc fixes the druid with a belligerant stare,\n\n\" Like Hell ya are. Ain't no one, and I mean no one, going back that way until the situation's good and ready fer it. We just got our act back together, and I'm right tired'a folk running off helter-skelter on fool's errrands. There ain't nothing we can do fer the girl now, not until we know some useful information about the forces involved, and North is where we find that. Jumping the mark'll only kill ya, and that helps nobody. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been quitely packing her few positions and generaly enjoying the morning. When she notices that Katrin has rejoined the group, she will make her way over to her friend.\n \"Sorry about your door,\" She mumbles, \"I did try knocking but I was worried when you didn't answer. Did you happen to tell the lord about the note you found on the girl at the ferry landing?\" \n\nShe quickly turns around as Lumpy starts ripping into the lizardman. Ahh great... Another disagreement. His heart's in the right place but his reasoning, it's not very sound. No one stands a chance agaist something that... big, alone. If the orc-man doesn't convince him, I'll have to try... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAnother fine morning had begun. The sun was up and shining, they where finally resuming their trek to the north, and perhaps the most important (to him at least) he had achieved a new level of arcane mastery. Even if he felt the business at the castle had perhaps gone a lot more smoothly, and been more productive, there could be no helping the matter now that he was already leaving.\n\nOf course certain things did in fact bother him. Like why Hajih had simply appeared on the road with his cart in tow. Hadn't he fallen against the hydra? At least thats what Callos had believed. But not there was most certainly something more worrisome. Another delay. What was the lizardkin going on.....?\n\n Oh no he doesn't! I will not have this mission be delayed once more simply because of his cultural ways of brotherhood amongst ones pack! Espicially when it won't be able to help! \n\nSo instead he came up behind the druid and laid a calming and stern hand on his shoulder before his voice dropped into the gutteral hisses of draconic.\n\n\" And what would you do once you got there? Sethra is now IN Sheyra, do you understand what this means? She is his new vessel and he will use that against you. Not only that but ow can you remove his foul presence? Your ways are off nature, not the Weave like my ways are. And if I cannot discover a way to exorcise Sheyra how will you? Trust me when I say this but us going North is the best thing for her now. And I will not allow you to delay our mission any more then any of you already have. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya simply stands there quietly as Lumpy bursts out at him. He seemed to be listening and thinking.\n\nBut when Callos gave an answer as to why he should abandon his quest, he gives him a cold stare before replying:\n \"You think little of the Balance\" \n\nHis body language and tone seemed to convey that he hadn't expected Callos to know much about the natural order. Whether that might be due to a racial difference or because he was a mage was unclear.\n\n \"Was the way clear when I joined with them?\" \n\nHe sweeps a hand to Fizahn, Elthan and Thokk.\n\n \"Was the way clear when I had a collar around my neck?\" \n\nHe massages his neck, seemingly still feeling the chafe of cold iron and the laughter of Cloudhair's cursed race.\nThe look of agony on his face passes. He addresses Lumpy now,\n \"I knew not if we would find another as we watched you sail away..... but I BELIEVED!\" \n\nHe snarls now at all present,\n \" that and the kill of ssSethra drove me\" \nA visible paroxysm of emotion passes through the lizardman, alarming those who had known the lizardman long enough. It seemed unnatural in a creature of cold contained fury if he had any emotion at all.\n\nHe stands erect and proud beside Elthan, eyes flickering to fizahn, thokk,Trinark and Tiriel. A long chat with this wizard who ran in his pack for many moons now had helped him find his words. words he had not known the night before.\n\nTo his friends he seemed even more sure of himself and yet paradoxically uncertain at the same time." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems wholy undeterred by the druids words and posturing, countering with an agressive stance of his own,\n\n\" I tell ya what, I'll let ya pass me all clearlike. . . If ya can give me one good example'a what ya'll do ta help the girl. Just remember, yer going up against a mage with more experience than most'a the rest'a us combined. One who'a already killed more than one'a us fer being uncareful. \" The burly warrior waves a hand to encompass the party as a whole, though by context, he's only pointing out some of them, \" Who in direct combat with us, played us like a harp. Who's living in the body'a the one yer swearing ta save? I'm no stranger ta unclear paths, but there ain't no lack'a clarity in seeking out the necromancer now. Yers'll be one'a the corpses we gotta step over when a dead army comes marching. Just one more obstacle fer the rest'a us, and one less comrade ta fight it with. Do ya want that? \"\n\nHe squares up with the lizard, eyes hardening to match coldly presented facts. His voice cools similarily,\n\n\" What WILL you do to avoid something proven so certain in the past? I'm all ears. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" As much as it pains me to say it, Ugly's got a point Lizardman. Every encounter with Sethra has resulted in some sort of loss. And now that he is in Sheyra, who holds a position of power, we can't just pretend that devotion and good will can get the mage out of her. Right now, the best thing you can do for Sheyra is leave her and Sethra alone. Because there is no doubt that he can and will kill you given the chance, and how can you save her when you are dead. \"\n\nAeroz stops and pauses for a few seconds.\n\n\" And standing here arguing about what needs to be done next isn't doing us any good either. We should probably get a move on. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan is a bit suprised. On one account for the new found range of his expression, and again that the lizard elected him for support. He thought the others could persued him, but now feels he was in the best position to do so.\n\n\"Druid, I understand what you want to accomplish, but understand that so does everyone else. We all want to save Sheyra and stop the necromancer, but going back will not help now. The witch we meet wanted to do the same as you, and went to do so with several strrong warriors, but only her head was returned by Sethras new acomplises. I don't want you to end up like the witch, we will need everyone when we confront him. We will need you. We will head back to save her, but only when we're ready. It's a narrow cliff to rescue her, and there is no telling who the else the shadow may take. So please, stay with us.\"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nThroughout the conversation Kiah is becoming increasingly agitated. She didn't understand the lizardkin words but it was clear what he was planning to do by what the others where saying. Kiah was being driven by her need to care for those around her. Not to keep them safe, but to help them live out their nature. It seemed to her that the lizardkin did not understand the subtleties of the situation and was acting on his tribal instincts at the wrong time. It was clear from what the others where saying that his going back would be fatal, and might expose the group's mission to further risk.\n\n I've got to keep out of this - they don't trust me yet.... No you fools, he's tribal, the tribe is more important to him then his own life.... Don't say anything Kiah.... But fear is not going to move him. He will attack his fear... Don't confuse him with reasons..... He'll follow the words of a leader... But there is no clear leader here... \n\nShe can see him standing taller he is going to leave... he is summing his will... \n\nFinally, she can stand it no longer May Ehlonna protect me... . She stands up in the cart to make herself appear taller.\n\n \"Druid!\" she speaks in Sylvan. As a druid he should understand it and it was more appropriate for what she was going to say. If he doesn't look at her with comprehension she'll switch to common. \"I am not of your tribe but hear me speak. Is see already that you are a great warrior and would give your life for the tribe. These ones...\" she indicates the ones around him \"...are also great warriors but they don't speak in the same way that you do. This you know. Please hear what their reasons say to my ears. You are all hunting Sethra. He is very dangerous prey. You know that as a hunter you must first understand your prey. They go to get help to understand this prey so it does not slip through your nets again. They will need your strength and your wisdom on this journey, for the people of the north also know the way of the tribe, and you may be able to speak to them better then we. The warriors here also think that Sheyra is safe for now, because Sethra needs her alive. But they need to hurry to find the net that will catch Sethra and return Sheyra to you. And they need you with them.\" \n\nKiah holds her breath, not knowing if they will ignore her, attack her, or throw he out. I say what I find... but I might have incured the fatal wrath of that one if I lied... \n\nEDIT: spelling :(" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"It's all right about my room, Tiriel...\" Katrin says distractedly. \"I don't... I didn't remember to tell the lord about the letter, and now would probably not be a good time.\" She lowers her voice. \"I had intended to look at it first anyways.\" \n\nKatrin looks up, and turns to listen to the argument. \"What is going on over there?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach scaly one, how do ye think I feel? If I could right now I would cut the necromancers throat and let his lifeblood spill upon the ground. But evidnetly we cannot, why I am still not completely sure. But if we go north, we can find out both how to save the girl and destroy Sethra FOREVER. Lets hunt this bugger down, scaly one.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya stares blankly until the meaning of Lumpy's words sink in. Then he just gets mad. Both glower at each other as they face off. The lizardman draws up to his full height towering over the half-orc. Mirroring Yix, a growl emanates from the bottom of his throat. It sounded different from a 7ft scaly muscebound reptile though.\n\nWittingly Aeroz steps in to defuse the situation. The aggression dies down and he turns to face Aeroz instead.\n\n Do they think so little of me? That I would attack with no cunning. I joined pinkskins... PINKSKINS to hunt a prey my people did not see \n\nBefore he opens his mouth to answer however, Elthan and the stranger speak up. Despite sounding familiar, the druid doesn'y understand sylvan and Kiah is forced to resort to common\n \"sStranger you are...wise. The prey we hunt iss dangerouss. Tricksy and cunning. It hidess in the packmate-bodiess....\n Killing not for food or to live...\n. It has no place in thiss world. We have hunted it for many moonss now and know where it liess now.\" \nHe points back the way they had come.\n \"It not kill sSheyra maybe but have such thing inside you iss..iss\" \nHe can't find words to express his disgust at the ordeal Shera has to go through.\n\nHe remembers the last vision he had seen showing him help from the north instead of directly showing him where sethra had been as all his visions had been about.\n How could semunya have not shown me? How could he have deceived me? \nA fresh spring of anger wells up in him as he deals witha a sense of betrayal he had not acknowleged. Although he believed the others were going north to help sheyra, he could not for the life of him imagine what they could find there that migh help sheyra i time.\n\n \"I must..I must.. go\" , he still maintains but the conviction has gone out of his voice. His shoulders are slumped and it is clear that Kiah and Elthan have got thru to him.\nHe stares at the ground until he feels a tap at the side and sees Thokk standing there. Trinark too moves beside him. When Thokk finishes, he says only two words looking intently at the lizardman he had come to regard so fondly\n \"For Sheyra\" with a smile.\nHe pauses then leans in closer before muttering in a low voice,\n \" Rescuing Sheyra... is what matters and my heart tells me the key to Sheyra's salvation\" \nHe points northward,\n \"is there\" \n\nThe primacy of Sheyra's plight to the latter two packmates he greatly respected moved him to believe that the journey north would be followed by one swifter south.\nWith a nod of gratitude to both of them and a lighter heart than he'd had since he'd heard about Sheyra he sets off running ahead of all of them to the north.\n\nHe only stops to stand at the ridge of the road to take a final look back down the road before continuing to run.\n\n I'm coming for YOU " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThe argument between the lizardman and, well, almost everyone else, had risen in both volume and seriousness.\n\n What the blazes do they think they're doing! Yelling at him will only make it worse! \n\nTiriel is about to hand Katrin her horse's reins when Tinarak and one of the mages approace and talk to the lizardman in more reasonable tones. Tiriel still stands ready to tackle the lizardman if he does something rash, but surprisingly, he seems to calm down. She relaxs and turns back to her friend, only to be startled as the lizardman rushes past them.\n \"Well there he goes. Does anyone know, was he headed north with us or south? \"\n\nShe mounts her horse as she waits for an answer." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs his friends step in front of the Druid, relief floods through Achkby, calming the adrenaline that saturated his veins.\n They aren't following him. Thank Hlal for that. But... maybe we shoud just.. let him go.\nNo. We don't get along like some others, but I don't wish him death. I don't! \n\nDespite his best intentions, as Achkby awkwardly mounts Bess he can't help but grumble quietly, \" Here we go again. \"\n\n At least we're following him the right way. And he'll run into trouble before we--NO. We won't let him run into trouble. He's still a comrade, despite this foolishness. \n\n[OOC]Simul-posted! Aargh![/OOC]\n\nAchkby turns to Tiriel and says, more curtly than he had intended, \" That's north. \" before riding after the rest." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah sits back down in the wagon and let's her breath out slowly. Well, I'm still here. Now just keep your head down. You've pushed yourself into their personal lives enough for one day. " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark had watched the arguement and spectacle with interest but not concern. He knew his Lizardkin friend was very passionate about saving Sheyra. Even if it but the Druid's life in danger. Trinark had been ready to step in if things got worse or the Druid went charging off to the south. Fortunately he didn't have to.\n\nTrinark remained nearby following the conversation as best he could. Occasionally, they used a word in common he didn't know but he followed most.\n\nTrinark stepped closer to the Druid when he realized the lizardkin was relenting. Then was surprised when he bolted off at a dead run. Trinark quickly returned to his mount, and headed off after him." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa had watched the emotional exchange, but kept strangely silent. While she didn't understand everything that was said, she understood the emotions behind it. The passionate desire to go back and right a great wrong, opposed by the wisdom to see that it can't possibly be undone at this time. She knew the conflict all too well, and all too personally.\n\nShe climbs into the wagon after Kiah. \"Very wise words, thank you for helping him understand,\" Nyssa says, pulling a warm blanket over herself." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia doesn't seem to pay any attention to the display. She absently scritches Gladi's hair between the ears to keep her quiet so they can all argue without distraction. This is none of my business. Such drama, though. Hard not to listen in. \n\nOnce the group finally gets moving, she waits until they all pass and takes up the rear." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems unperturbed by the lizard's display, matching it with bravado of his own. If anythying, he makes it abundantly clear through body-language that he is willing to take things as far as the druid is willing to push them.\n\nHe seems satisfied by the standoff's conclusion, casually moving back over to his horse and mounting up wordlessly. Waving for the others to move along, he begins cantering after the lizardman." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nUrging the horse to follow the druid\n\n \"Ahahaha! Thats the spirit laddie! Lets have at him!\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nThe confrontation with the lizardkin was all too familiar to Nolan. It would have been five years ago by now. The time has flown by so quickly. He settles into the cart next to his sister, wondering if she was remembering that day too.\n\n \"Go?! Go where? This is OUR HOME. I can't leave this place to these abominations, Nyssa. Mother and fath–\" \n \"Mother and father are dead,\" Nyssa said quietly.\n\n \"And their deaths must be avenged!\" Nolan spat out. He had been denied the happy homecoming he just assumed would be his one day. Denied the family he barely remembered. Denied everything that kept him going all those years training to be the best he could in order to make his family proud. Nolan's rage was absolute. \"It is my duty to destroy each and every one of those filthy–\" \n \"YOU are the one going to be destroyed against all of those horrors\" his sister countered. \"Where is the honor in that, Nolan? What duty asks you to die without meaning?\" \n\nHer words stunned the young monk and yet he tried to remain steadfast, \"Our parents would want me to cleanse our home...\" \n \"Yes, but not throw your life away so stupidly. We cannot win this now.\" Nyssa stepped forward again, placing a hand on Nolan's arm. \"I've already lost them. I can't... I can't lose you too.\" Her courage was so impressive when he found her fighting for her life the night before. Her resolve so strong when she insisted they slow their flight and look for survivors on the way to the outlying forest. That strength had left her now as she collapsed into his arms and started to cry. Nolan felt his own own tears stream down his face as the impact of their loss finally hit him.\n\n \"They're dead. It's just us now, Nolan. And if anything happens to you it will be just me...\" Nyssa took a step back and regained her composure, brushing her hair back from her face.\n\n \"We can come back,\" she said. \"We will come back.\" \n\nWe will... someday. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one, you turn your mounts to the east, leaving Phent, its Lord and Lady, and their orcs behind you.\n\nThe group can not yet be said to have come together as friends, but there is at least a sense of shared purpose.\n\nThe road heads northeast towards Lake Mulsantir. You will have to cross the lake before heading north to Rashemen.\n\nYou encounter no other travelers on the road as you cross a fairly featureless plain. The only reference points are the distant Thesk mountains to your right and the equally distant Forest of Lethyr to your left.\n\nAs the sun is setting, you see a large wolf standing on a low rise in the distance. The wolf seems to be watching your party. Hajih's wolf stands up in the cart, its hackles raised, a low growl in its throat." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel feels relieved to be on the road again, but soon the lack of interesting landscape bores her. She finds Yix among the group, and in an attempt to both amuse herself and raise the group's mood, she asks him,\n\n \"Hey Yix, I have a riddle for you. Can a man marry his widow's sister? \n\n\n[ooc: personaly I suck at riddles. This is a fairly easy one, but we'll see how far we take it.]" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa spends her time in the cart evenly split between learning more about Kiah and harassing her own brother. Sometimes she manages to deftly merge the two goals.\n\n \"So you ran an inn, Kiah? I bet you had all sorts of wonderful food there. My brother would object wholeheartedly.\" She puts on a stern face and does her best Nolan impersonation. \"Such luxuries lead to slothfulness and errors in battle. One who is attempting to atain purity of spirit cannot fall to such temptations! Where's my bed of nails, I ask you! Where's my pile of coals to walk across!\" She then gives Nolan a playful push, trying to break him out of his thoughts.\n\nWhen the wolf is spotted, she sends Orestes into the air to scout and keep an eye on the group from above." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nAfter the episode at the start of the journey Kiah is quiet. She only gives a small smile and a nod to Nyssa's kind comment.\n\nEventually however, her dour mood cannot hold up against Nyssa's continuous good humor. She finds herself talking more and more about her family and the Inn they ran. She even talks about the death of her husband and her second born. Her children have moved on to other things and the Inn was sold. Her grandchildren, of course, are of special delight to her. In turn she asks her own questions. Where do Nyssa and Nolan come from and how they came to choose such a path. Intuitively, she feels something very strong is binding these two siblings together and will try to approach questions of their past carefully.\n\nShe notes some others looking and pointing to a distant rise, and sees the wolf standing there watching them. That's rather odd, I wonder what's making him so curious? \n\nShe looks around and does a quick count of party members, one count for humanoids, and one for animals.\n\n(OOC: How many are we?)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAll during the argument/discussion with the druid, Lissa remains silent. Those who know the gnome can see the muscles clenched around her jaw and the occasional twitch of hand toward rapier, sure signs that Lissa is just barely keeping herself from doing something rash. In this case, probably something involving a blackjack and the lizardkin's skull. Stupid lizard, stupid treehuggers and their accursed code of honor! Why does he have this compulsion to get himself killed? She snorts softly, watching the proceedings with a cynical expression. Like I'm any better. Some priestess of the Sly One I am, fighting beside people I hardly know. Lissa fingers the crude silver medallion around her neck absentmindedly. Well, His primary goal is to protect the gnomish people by whatever means are necessary. If Sethra gets what he's after, sooner or later his undead hordes will come to High Dale... and almost none of our illusionary protections will work on undead. So I guess I'll just be sleeping with one eye open on this trip. Won't be the first time. \n\n* * * * * * * * * * * * * * \n\nDuring the ride north, Lissa is friendly toward the newcomers but always a little distant, neatly evading any questions about her past or her family. She enjoys feeding the riding dogs and Hajih's wolf scraps of meat whenever somebody manages to shoot dinner. When she sights the strange wolf, Lissa immediately loads and **** her crossbow. \"One of you nature types want to try talking that thing out of our way?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin watches the horizon as she rides, occasionally looking across to see the progress of the setting sun. She listens to everyone else talk, even smiling when Tiriel starts her riddle game with Yix, but she doesn't offer any conversation of her own.\n\nThe wolf catches Katrin's eye, and she watches it suspiciously. \"That doesn't look good...\" she says. \"I bet there's more wolves right over that hill. They probably want the horses or something, though I don't know why they'd come near this many people just to take down horses, even in winter...\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa's suprisingly frank talking about her and her brother's past with Kiah.\n\n \"My family were keepers of a great cemetary -- we helped prepare the dead for burial, safeguarded generations upon generations of remains, and, most importantly, we helped the living cope with their grief. Nolan was to be the next steward, he was first-born, and sent away for training. I was an unexpected twin, though, with unexpected consequences. I ended up with the powers intended for him, but they were... strange. Wild.\" \n \"Anyhow, people might think living in a cemetary is... well, deathly boring. But I've never seen a place so full of energy. Our family embraced life, because we knew all too well it was fleeting. Aunts and uncles and cousins and... it was full of life.\" She smiles, fondly remembing her childhood.\n\n \"Unfortunately, the dead we'd sworn to protect rose from their graves. I barely made it away -- Nolan had somehow known what was happening, and came to save me. He was... there was no one else alive by that point.\" This is the only point where Nyssa slows her story, but she smiles and goes on, at peace.\n\n \"I sense you've learned the same lesson as I have. You can bottle up your grief, pretending it doesn't exist. Or perhaps you let it consume you, and your life will never be the same, never what it was before.\" \n \"Or you can accept it for what it is, and then live. Otherwise, you might as well have died that day yourself.\" She looks to her brother, hoping he felt the same way." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"Well at least the dead don't have to listen to your incessant talking,\" Nolan quips, crossing his eyes at his sister. He twists in his seat to get a better look at what the wolf was growling at." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn remains uninterested throughout the lizardman conflict. Someone will talk sense into him. I couldn't do it. If he does go though, I'll come with him to make sure he doesn't die. Fizahn settles down on Hajih's cart patiently, waiting for the argument to be resolved. He smiles contentedly when they're ready to leave. He spends some time inspecting all his companions. Adventurers with me come and go like the wind. I'm on a quest to save the world. How do I know it's all in danger? Is Sethra really that powerful? Most of my companions are complete strangers. How do I know they won't betray me? I don't, but just because you think you know someone doesn't mean they won't betray you. He spends time contemplating all this until Tiriel asks her riddle. He smiles mischieviously and waits for Yix's answer." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAs usual, Lumpy keep to himself unless someone bothers to actively engage him in conversation. The big orc engrosses himself easily into the rigors of the trip, keeping a bored watch of their surroundings as they pass him by.\n\nThe sight of the wolf evokes a grin that could only be described as predatory. Casually, he unties his battered bow from his saddle, stringing it up. He hadn't bothered to try hunting for anything, but here something was coming to him. Flicking his head over his shoulder, he calls back gruffly,\n\n\" Who's hungry? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby rides along in fairly stoic silence, thinking of nothing until he heard Tiriel ask Yix a riddle.\n No. Because he's dead. I know that. Any boy from Krashaul knows that. We used to spend hours telling riddles. And playing pranks. I can't remember when I had more fun than when we hid in Ol' Mazer's apple barrels. We had him running faster than he'd moved in fifty years! \n\nHe smiles.\n\n Those days were so much... so much... what? So much fun.\nBut it's not like that now. I haven't had any fun at all in... since... since I met Darius. How could I? I could end up in pieces any moment. There isn't room for messing around like that.\n\nBut look at those twins. Laughing their heads off. Going along as if they haven't a care in the world. They've gotten by.\nWell, they haven't been through what I have.\n\nBut look at Tiriel! She's had rough times. And she's telling riddles. What's wrong with that?\nWell, look at Lumpy. He shows, he proves the way to get by is... is seriousness . Stolidity? He pushes through. You can't just relax.\n\nThat... that frivolity was a waste of time.\n\n...\n\nI'm not any more productive right now.\n\nBecause I was happy, was I wasting time? \n\nHe frowns a bit." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih sighs \"Let me handle the wolf, Lumpy.\" \n\nHe stops the cart and hops off, drawing his longsword and shortsword as he does.\n\nHe whistles and gestures for the wolf on the cart to come before heading towards the strange wolf on the hill." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is roused from his unhappy thoughtfulness by Haji's movement.\n\n\" Good, \" says Achkby, half sourly and half amused, \" I think this is the first time he's done anything like a wilderness guide since he took up with us. Mind you, he said at the time he was an Underdark specialist, and, well... \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ha laddie, I agree with yer, some nice wolf flank would be good\" \n\nThokk also reigns his horse around and draws his longbow and nocks an arrow into it. When the ranger steps down, Thokk lowers the bow and releases the strain\n\n \"Hajih, why in the blazes are ye getting off? We see the wolf, we want to eat the wolf, we shall shoot at the wolf. Do yer have some compelling reason why we should not?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Stubborn, selfish, spider-killing, tree huggin, son of a lame dragon of course I think little of the Balance! When have I ever given cause to believe that I actually don't think little of the way things naturally are? Maybe its when I conjure forth fire from my finger tips or delve into the minds of others. Maybe he got that impression when he learned I too was a bloody necromancer. \n\nMaybe the frustration of the past couple of days had finally gotten to the necromancer. It certainly felt like it. The wave of hopelessness that had overcome him when he had learned of Sheyra's condition, combined with the impotent rage when the others had abandoned their mission to hunt hydras, and the sheer confusion raised in him by the odd behavior of the Lord and Lady had smelted together into a whirlwind of negative emotions that Callos knew could never end well. And how conveniant that a target for his rage had so readily presented itself!\n\nEager fingers flexed and untensed with a readiness to....well inflict great harm unto this wolf was stopped by this talk of convincing it to move out of the way. Or of eating it. Neither suited his purpose, after all he simply wanted to blast it down to such tiny little pieces that nothing on earth was left of it. Was that so wrong? Deep down in the far corner of his mind though thats exactly what his mind was screaming at him.\n\n Don't do it! This is what lead to you joining Jintan in the first place! These emotions aren't natura....! \n\nToo late. This furry little bastard had to be removed out of the way and he knew just how to do it too. A hand went into his pack and pulled out the heavy tome that contained his dweomers in it. As always the pages flipped through the spells of its own accord until it landed on the right one. His free hand raised up and danced through the arcane motions. Once it was complete it happened. A black bolt of electricity arced out from the humans roughly skinned hand and went on its way to the furry creature.\n\nAnd what worried the human deep down was how good it felt to simply let his rage guide his actions. Every inch of his body ached to unleash more magic again, on other more resilient targets, like the hydra he had seen or Sethra if possible. Callos was sure if he had the chance....\n\nTo others though his dark eyes where almost smoldering with an....evil/odd/deranged glee as he shuddered.\n\n\" Mystara above! That felt good! \"\n\n((Callos will move so that no one else is in the way (though preferablly so people are still around him) and close enough the lighting bolt will hit the wolf.\n 6d6=24 \nDC 15 for half))" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah stares in shock as the tall wizard unleashes a black bolt of electricity at the creature.\n\n !!! \n\nHer features settle into a grim look as she watches the rest of the party's reactions.\n\n black? " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn had been lounging in a relaxed position, waiting for Hajih to take care of the wolf, but his eyes widen as Callos fires his lightning. He springs up from his cart and grabs his crossbow. Hastily loading it, he shouts at Callos. \"You big fat stupid pile of horse dung! What do you think you're doing? Don't you know they always hunt in packs? Hajih could have got us past them without a scratch, but now you've brought the entire pack down upon us!\" They probably have us surrounded too. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia saw the wolf. Big deal. One wolf. All this talk about killing it. Why don't we just ignore it? Maybe the wolf isn't interested in attacking a small army. No normal wolf would be, even one with a decent sized pack. We're just- \n\nShe had fallen to scowling at the group's reaction to the lone canid when Callos threw his lighting bolt. Her face went slack with incredulous shock. Blessed- holy- frigging- by the- !!! She just stared at him, no words within her to describe the incredible outrage she felt for such a callous disregard for life." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nSince Hajih had said he was going to deal with the wolf, Katrin had stopped watching it, focusing on riding her horse, which she was still not very comfortable doing.\n\nKatrin jumps, startling her horse, when Callos casts the lightning bolt. She tries to keep it under control as she yells at Callos, \"How can you just kill an animal like that, unprovoked?! A lone wolf wouldn't have attacked us anyways, there's too many of us!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix settles down on Tiriel's saddle pondering her riddle.\n\n[hr]\nSeveral of you are startled when Callos strides towards the wolf and blasts it with a black lightning bolt.\n\nThe wolf, larger than it seemed from a distance, yelps in pain when it is struck by the lightning bolt. The blast knocks it down, but it scrambles to its feet and disappears over a ridge, its tail between its legs ..." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"Well no wonder you people are constantly in trouble, if that's the extent of your problem solving abilities!\" Nyssa sits back in the wagon, actually annoyed." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n It didn't die? Thats certainly a new one. And it got away! \n\nHe could hear his teeth grinding as he took a couple of quick steps forward to pursue the beast but managed to reign himself in. No way that he'd be able to catch his target not now anyway. It only came as an after thought that the others where talking to him and the words where met with a blank stare and a shrug.\n\n\" I don't know what you're all getting so worked up over. It was a wolf. It was in the way, carneverous, resilient apprantly, and managed to walk away from the bolt. Granted I didn't think that it would survive the electrical shock but it somehow did and now its gone. Shall we continue? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk at first remains as slack jawed as the rest of the group, then his face breaks into a grin\n\n \"AHAHAHA! Lookit the wolf run! Nice shot there lad, didn't take the beastie out, but I guess it may help to have it already cooked for us, eh?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin druid \n\nThe running served to distract the lizardman. The ache in his muscles felt so good.\n\nAs he drew in big breaths of air, He savoured the crisp, clean, cold air. So different from the smell of woodsmoke and horses that he had to breathe in Pwent.\n\n aaah.. this is much betterl... \n\nAs he paused to breathe from running and spy his path, he saw the wolf on the distant ridge. He stood there admiring its sleek form.\n\nFor a moment he was brought back to the time he had been apprenticed to his old master.\n\nThe sights and sounds and smells of the plants and creatures of his hunting grounds. Everything had been such a wonder. He had been so blind to the beauty around him before. The color and sound he heard filled him with a sense of admiration for his god and joy at being alive to experience it.\n\nHe had watched bees pollinating wildflowers for a day unmoving. Before his training he had barely noticed them like any other lizardkin.\n\nAfter all, if it wasn't food or a threat why should it merit any attention?\n\nIt had been a time before he ascended to the position of druid, before Sethra. A time when he was free as that wolf on the ridge.\n\nFeeling a momentary pang of envy, he set off ahead leaving the wolf to one side and the main body of his packmates a distance behind him. His mind on the new flavour of emotion he had experienced as he forgot about the wolf.\n\nAny creature would watch for what entered its territory. Besides wolves never attacked the sentient races unprovoked. They simply weren't their natural prey as Semuanya had made them. He also knew a pack as big as his wouldn't be attacked.\n\n Best to pass thru the territory swiftly. The wolves will not feel threatened \n\nA few minutes later, a loud explosion behind had him diving forward for cover.\n\nThe air stank of burnt flesh. He winced as he sensed the loss of the earlier serenity. It was as if a large pebble had been tossed into a calm pool, disturbing its surface. Where there had been a atmosphere of peace and nature unspolied, he could only feel pain and a trace of destructive magic now.\n\n wizard Magic!.... Semuanya!.... Why? \n\nHis expression tightens as he snarls and starts back to his pack.\n\n I will skin the one who caused that! \n\nThinking some hidden enmy was present, he starts studying the surroundings closely as he trudges back." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter much scratching of his chin, and much churning of his brain, Yix comes up with the answer. \"Of course a man can marry his widow's sister, but first he'd need express written consent of from his wife. He'd also not have to be dead anymore, unless she likes that sort of thing.\" Yix makes a grossed out face after giving his answer, having a metnal image of someone marrying a dead body." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Errr... yes. That was the point. Normaly a dead man can't marry anyone...\" \nShe breaks off her sentance as she spots the lone wolf that seems to be the center of discussion for most of the party.\n Why the hell would you want to eat a wolf? She thinks, ahh, good. The ranger with the obnoxious pants is going to take care of it. We shouldn't have any problems then........! ! \nThe hair on the back of Tiriel's neck stands up as a bolt of electricity is unleased near her. She wheels her horse around and looks at the caster, quickly noticing the angry/mad look in his eyes.\n\nWithout hesitation she quickly dismounts, unsettling Yix, and runs towards Callos. She grabs him by his collar and lifts him of his feet.\n \"Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!?\" \" she yells at him.\n\n[ooc: I figure that there's a good chance that Callos will drop his spell book while this happens, if not, well things will only get more interesting since Tiriel is almost 6' tall and pretty strong... oh and doesn't like being surprised like that.]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Whoa. \n\nAchkby sends a lopsided grin to Callos.\n\n\" Might have to put more juice on that if ya wanna take out anything more than a stirge, \" Achkby comments with a raised eyebrow." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan winces at the crack of lighting that strikes the wolf. He sighs and hops out of the cart to stretch his legs. He wishes the mage hadn't done that. Not because of any feelings about the wolf but because of the inevitable back and forth yammering that it would elicit." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nUpon seeing Callos unleash the bolt of lighning at the wolf, Aeroz shudders a little.\n\n Note to self, don't buy a dog when travelling with Callos \n\n\" Right then...I guess we won't have to worry about that anymore. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih runs back to his cart, the wolf in tow.\n\n \"I was thinking of luring the wolf away in a ... less lethal manner, but nice work anyways.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhat where all of them bickering about? All he had done was remove a pest from the way and now all of them where getting worked up over it. It was a wolf, no big deal. Of much bigger note was the angry woman charging towards him for some unknown reason. Fingers twitched again but he didn't do anything, instead a steely glare settled unto his face as he looked right into Tiriel's eyes. So when the taller woman grabbed him and pretty much hoisted him up to eye level he didn't look shaken. If anything he looked more detached and cold then he ever had.\n\n\" What I did was a boon to this group so don't get angry because I startled you out of your revere. Now unhand me woman or we'll both end up regretting the decisions we've made today and have yet to make. \"\n\nIt wasn't loud. It wasn't even threatening. It was more like when a surgeon was telling you about the treatment for your sickness or a lawyer laying out the probability for a case. And most importantly it was meant only for her to hear and probaly owuldn't carry much farther away." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel returns Callos stare. Her tone is surprisingly level and calm after her last outburst.\n \"What you did was uncalled for. The next time you blast an unprovoked animal, you'd better hope I'm not around to see it.\" \n\nShe resists the urge to throw Callos to the ground. Instead, she politely sets him down before she walks back to her horse. She remounts, apologizes to Yix, and nudges her horse into a trot, routing around wagons and other people as needed. Her shoulders are set and tense. It's clear to all that she's still angry." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Pah, lay off it. Ain't no different from killing hydras, and we all know that don't hardly bother anyone. \"\n\nResting his bow against his forecantle, he directs his attention forwards, not bothering to look back as he continues,\n\n\" And he can, but only if he marries the sister first. \"\n\nFlicking his reins, he chrks his tongue, directing his horse onward." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"No Lumby, it is not the same as the Hydras.\" Kiah says in an even, controlled voice.\n\n \"One can only hope that one of us are not considered 'in the way' for just standing and watching.\" \n\nShe watches Callos as she says this. She did not hear what was said, but something in the confrontation between Tiriel and Callos left her with a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach.\n\nAs the wagon moves on, Kiah is again quiet." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n I came back for this? Delphinia shakes herself, finally recovering from the shock. She urges Gladi to dash up and stop a few feet in front of the wizard. Her face holds an angry, ugly glare.\n\n \"A wolf is about as much like a hydra as I am. I'm in your way. Are you going to blast me for it? Maybe you'll feel more like a man if I pull out my bow first. Or maybe you're just too much of an arrogant, self-centered bastard to give two hoots about anything other than yourself.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snorts belligerantly,\n\n\" Not the same? Care ta explain? I've seen a wolf standing in the road in front'a me today looking fer a meal, and a hydra doing the same two days ago. I bet yer up in arms 'cause the hydra's got some magic in it but that don't mean squat. Hydra didn't choose ta be magic, that's how they are. Why's that make it less worthy'a yer sympathy, so undeserving'a life that ya'd slaughter it, babies and all, but blanch at one wolf? \"\n\nHe growls low, continuing darkly,\n\n\" Yer starting down a dangerous road, laying down two-faced logic like ya are, Ya don't wanna go down it with me. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid jogs to a halt. He keeps studying the surroundings agitatedly.\n \" Are there others near? \n\nHe looks to Tiriel, Trinark and others he's close to. The unspoken question of 'What just happened?' is evident from the confusion on his face.\n\nAlthough not very bright, after a while he can sense tension between Callos and some others. And that the rest of his party aren't concerned with the surroundings.\n\n It is beyond him to guess the motivations for one of his packmates for attacking a harmless animal and he will not put two and two together without someone spelling it out to him..... (upon which he gets very mad)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nWithout looking back at Lumpy, Katrin says, \"A single wolf, even a hungry one, is not much of a threat to a group of almost 20 people and a bunch of horses. It didn't attack us, which the hydra did. It was just standing on the hill. I'm surprised it didn't run away earlier; most wolves would be afraid of this many people. Or any amount of people, for that matter.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, surprised, finds himself siding with Lumpy for once.\n\n\" The hydra attacked you once, but you got away none the worse for it. When we went back for it, it wasn't even in the way. Now, I'd much rather we'd ignored both the hydras and the wolf, since neither one was a threat. But don't complain just because Callos' target was furry, \" he argues with a half smile." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAgain with the commotion. It was beginning to make his head throb in a way it hadn't in years. All over a wolf and whither it had been right to blast it. It had walked away for Mystara's sake! Probaly not even mortally from how fast it had went. And now there was an angry halfling/gnome (Why can't I find Delphinia's race?x.x) in front of declaring she was in the way and asking if he was going to blast her.\n\n What's wrong with these people? Did she just question if I cared for anyone....Ah hell no! Calm....calm....its just not worth it. She doesn't know anything about you. She has no clue at all. \n\n\" Move, I'm not going to rise to the bait and I'm not going to keep waiting. Whats done is done. Nobody here can change what I did and I don't feel sorry for doing it. Now lets keep going. We're burning up more time standing here discussing the diffrences between a hydra and a wolf then we would have if I had just done and we kept on going. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia, halfing ranger \n:)\n\nShe curls a lip and sneers at the wizard. \"Yeah, gods forbid we should waste any time on what's right or wrong. Your mission is too damn important to worry about anything like that . Right, wrong, it's all just a semantic argument, anyway isn't it?\" The sarcasm drops and only anger is left. \"You do something as cold as that around me again, and you might find more than a glare burrowing into your back. There's no point to saving the world if you mean to treat it like your personal playground.\" She nudges Gladi forward, out of his way, intending to stay off to the side until everyone has a chance to get moving again, then drop back to the rear." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman blinks and looks at the rest while they converse until Callos utters,\n What.. I... did..to the wolf... \n WHAT?! this human fouled this place.... and..... and... hurt the wolf \n\nDrawing himself to his full height, he steps up to the magic-user, shoving people aside until he grabs and pins the wizard down.\n\nShoving a single clawed digit into his mouth, the lizard prevents him from calling more of his corruptive magic while spluttering as he tries to find words as a hundred thoughts race thru his head.\n\n This one protected sheyra and linda and the other wizard in my pack... \n Sheyra is in big danger. When you were spider-abomiantion and killed my packmate, One did not kill you. I hear words of my packmates and gave you your life. , he says loudly.\n\nIf he sees Callos not casting a spell, he will remove a finger and let him stand.\n\n\"Never hurt the ones who cannot hurt you. You are not spider-abomination any more. \", he snarls. He seems more upset at being betrayed than angry.\n\n My people were not all wrong about these pinksksins \n I brought the pinksksins here. I brought unnatural death and imBalance to this place \n\nHe hangs his head as he walks away, the beauty around him no longer touching and rejuvenating him.\n\n\nOOC:\nLemme apologise for manhandling yr char, CDT.\n\nP.S. Ssathiya did not see the bolt hit the wolf so he doesn't know that the wolf took the bolt and lived.\np.s. Ssathiya's in-game relationship with callos was at best cordial now it's on the rocks.If callos loses his patience and fights, the lizardman will deal subdual damage unless he starts getting hit with powerful spells, then he'll go all out." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn directs his attention back to the party after he's sure nothing is going to attack them. He grins slightly as the druid hoists Callos off his feet. \"Everything is okay now. We can get on our way. We did not destroy the balance, but it has been thoroughly chastised. Any part of the balance will think twice before getting in our way. If we have any problems with wolves, though, Callos takes full responsibility. Get this cart moving, Hajih.\" Fizahn settles back onto Hajih's cart. He keeps one furtive hand resting on his crossbow." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It will be dark soon and unfortunately there is no sign of any village or inn to rest at for the night, so you will be forced to spend the night out in the open or to force a march through the night by moonlight.\n\nSi'rene listens to the fallout from Callos' hasty actions impassively. \"We need to make camp,\" is her only comment.\n\nIn the distance, a wolf howls ..." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark remains largely silent during the day's travels. He listens idly to the conversations around him, taking particular interest in the chat between the ladies.\n\nWhen the group encountered the wolf in the distance, Trinark was startled a little when Callos cast the spell and assaulted the wolf. Frowning, he kept a close eye on the \"Mage\" for the remainder of the day.\n\nAs they pause to consider camping for the night, Trinark slips over to Tiriel and mutters \"We better keep a close eye on Callos he doesn't look well and that stunt this afternoon doesn't bode well.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix begins walking around and picking up as many tiny twigs as he can, he makes a fairly decent pile, at least according to his standards. He sits on top of it waiting for the others to finish their preparations for making camp." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nAfter the encounter with the wolf and the resulting fallout, Kiah settles back in the wagon. She sits with a thoughtful look on her face, occationally glacing at various members of the party. After a while Kiah realizes that she did not finish her conversation with Nyssa. Oh poor girl... to lose your family like that, and so young. No wonder her and her brother are so bound together. A wave a compassion sweeps through her, and she wished she could do something to make their burden easier.\n\n \"Nyssa,... thank you for sharing your story with me. For thinks like that words just ain't enough. But they do help sometimes. My heart goes out to you..., to you and your brother and your family... and to the happiness that is gone.\" \n\nShe is silent for a moment.\n\n \"For what it's worth, I think you got the right of it. Life is for living, not for being bottled up in your own grief. I think it's good that you can talk about it.\" she glances at Nolan. \"Everyone has to live through it in they own way, but bottling it up or blaming yourself don't help any one.\" \n\nFor the rest of the day she is silent and thoughtful. Even Nyssa cheerfulness can't draw her out. \"I'm sorry my dear, I'm just not in the mood for talking right now. Got some things to think about.\" \n\nLater that evening, as camp setup, she seeks out Fizahn and has a few private words with him. (OOC: PM sent)" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan clears his throat and quietly addresses the group, \"Uh... I don't really need much sleep. So if there is a need for someone to take an extra turn at watch, I can do it.\" He doesn't wait for an answer but instead helps Nyssa get situated for the night, leaving the offer out there for consideration.\n\n[Nolan has a ring of sustenance.]" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa thanks Kiah for her sympathy, and then politely leaves her to her thoughts for the rest of the day's ride. Instead, she spends her time looking out at the landscape as it slowly rolls by.\n\nOnce they camp, Nyssa attempts to be as helpful as possible, but it's obvious camping outdoors is something her brother knows more about. \"I could gather branches if it would be helpful. You gather branches in camping, do you not?\" She pulls over overcloak of furs around herself tighter, looking around. \"I don't think I've ever been this far north. It's cold here.\" \n\nWhen she hears the wolf howl, Nyssa looks around, \"Are they dangerous? We're a large group, would a wolf try and make prey of us?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, if we are gonna be setting up camp, are we going to be eating months old pemmican or is someone going to actually cook something for a change? \" Aeroz says as he looks in Callos' direction and smirks." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia glowers for a little bit, then slowly brightens back up, like a wilted plant sucking a fresh rain from the ground. She remains silent and attends to her job as a rearguard. Just because some of these people were idiots didn't mean they deserved to be snuck up on by something that could eat them.\n\nWhen they stop to make camp, she shifts out of guardian mode and dismounts. Removing their gear from Gladi's back, she lets the dog stretch and sniff everything. She keeps an eye on her to call her back if she strays too far, but otherwise lets her move freely.\n\nWhile mucking about with their stuff, she stays quiet, watching the others chat and joke with each other. I should try and talk to someone. That kid, what the heck is his name? Something-flub? Bee? Ah, I don't remember. I wanted to ask him about his clan, but he's kind of funny-weird. And I don't know him at all. I sure have something in common with the druid, but not a whole lot. He's kind of alien. Them twins, they're new to this group too, but I just don't think we've got anything else in common. And I hate looking up at folks I don't have anything in common with. Wizard, out. Lumpy, out. Pseudodragon, I don't think so. \n\nShe watches each person as she thinks of them, using the visual to help her decide. Then she sees Kiah walking off to chat up Fizahn. Well, the gnome's a right ass, but that Kiah, she's kinda like a druid. And she's about my age. And she's new to the group, and a woman, too. Stopping what she's doing, she watches them talking off to the side. And she's busy. I guess it can wait. It'll give me time to think about how to open a conversation. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel unsaddles and hobbles her horse before attaching a grainbag to it's halter.\nLeaning on a nearby tree, she watces the rest of the group prepare for the night. It's obvious that Callos's rash action agaist the wolf has made many uneasy, but Tiriel also feels like she may have crossed an unspoken line earlier when she confronted him.\n\n Someone had to yell at him about that. It's not his intention I had a problem with, but the motive. We killed the hydra because it was dangerous - to us and the nearby settlement. The wolf though, while it was unusual, wasn't a danger. And now, here we are, camping in it's territory... \n\nTiriel ends here gloomy reflections as Trinark walks up. She nods in agreement with the cleric.\n[color=purple=]\"What do you know about that one's background anyhow?[/color] She asks, indicating Callos.\n\n \"The lizardman knows him, and obviously wasn't pleased with him anymore than I was. But I really don't know much about, well almost everyone. We've been travling for months now and I don't even know his name or even why the two of you are involved in all this anyhow. \n\nooc: I'm assuming that we brought grain for the horses since it's winter and all." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn begins to set up camp with the rest of the group. He vocalizes his opinion that they should remain on the road through the night. He feels that sleeping while there is an angry wolf pack somewhere out there is a mistake. He also tries to appeal to Callos's sense of urgency about the mission. He greets Kiah and begins talking privately with here. Towards the end of the conversation, it is apparent that something she said disturbed him.\n\nOOC: PM sent." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems content to let matters drop as the confrontation dwindles off, the burly orc settling back into silence as if nothing had happened, When the others decide to settle down for the night, he offers little complaint or comment, shifting businesslike into the task of preparing himself for the evening. He's finished undressing and tending to his horse by the time he opens his mouth in speech again,\n\n\" Two hour watches, least two folks on each one. Mages or anyone else what needs their full night'a sleep get it. I'll take one'a the first watches, and I want someone with decent night sight on every other one. \" He glances around, Well, looks like it's me, the dwarf, the drow, and the lizard. \"cept they need their meditation or whatever. , before scowling. \" I'll take the last one too if I gotta. work the rest out fer yerselves. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nNodding as Lumpy makes his request, Delphinia pipes up when he stops. \"I can sit a watch, no problem. A middle one is fine.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya had maintained a distance from the rest of the group. When dusk was falling, he had turned back to see the pack setting up rest for the night.\n\nWith the hunt for a weapon against Sethra and the injury of a creature that called this place home, the Lizardkin strongly believed that should have kept moving. He did not feel like returning to discuss it with the rest though.\n\nHe sat down and wrapped himself with his blanket over his winter clothing. He watched them move about making preparations for the night while eating one of two hydra steaks he still had left.\n\n So many are dead or have been lost. The two who left for home after we left Sheyra...and..\n Flamearrow ...remains in that human ..city?... \n\nHe reflects about Callos's actions and his fault for allowing it as he slowly chews on the now softened meat.\n So unlike any pack in my tribe....but they are .. mine \n\nHe sits deep in thought before coming to a decision. He sits and stares at the rest of party as he seems to formulate something further before jumping up and running up to them.\n[hr]\nAs he runs up to Tiriel, he stops panting before asking,\n \"Flamesword, i need one of ...healing\" \nHe uses hand signals to describe 'something you drink' before saying 'healing' while pointing at her backpack. You surmise that he means a potion of healing. From the look on his face, it's clear he's up to something.\n\nOOC:By the time ssathiya takes to finish thinking and come back the camp's all set up and ppl are settling in." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin also surreptitiously watches Callos, hanging back in the group so she doesn't have to turn around to see him. Various angry thoughts flit through her head, but she pushes them away as dusk grows nearer and she hears the wolf howling.\n\n That's not good... I bet the whole pack's out there. I don't know how intelligent wolves are, but I don't want to risk having an wolf pack bent on revenge attacking us tonight...\n\n...Or werewolves, it's the full moon... \n\nKatrin shudders at that thought, and scowls.\nShe starts to say \"I don't think we should stop tonight...\" However, it is obvious that the camp is going to be set up anyways, and the majority of the group wants to stop, she just goes off into the woods to help collect firewood.\n\nEDIT: Dr. Bob: PM'd you." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Wonderful! Now theres more of the furry little ingrates. I bet that they'll be angry this time if I do anything about it this time either. Bloody bleeding hearts... \n\n\" If we travel for two more hours I can arrange for safe sleeping quarters for six other people. But I would simply prefer that we don't stop travelling in the first place so lets keep going. \"\n\nHis voice was pert and terse as though something was on his mind. At first it seemed to be because he could feel the eyes of the others peering at him with those negative emotions but then again it probaly wasn't. The human simply focused on one spot and kept staring out there. Without blinking. Okay maybe thats not normal but he seemed content to just remain there." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n I can't just keep sulking my way along this trip. A willingness tp pour your heart out counts for more in this group than anything else. \n\nSeeing Yix slip into the woods for kindling, Achkby heads into the other side of the woods. He gathers somewhat larger sticks than his more draconian counterpart, veritable logs for the small sorcerer.\nAchkby smiles to Yix as he drops five nice-sized fry sticks next to the others' pile. \" Mind if I add these sticks to yours? \" he asks. \" I'd think we could get a good-sized blaze with this for a start. \"\n\nIf Yix acquiesces, Achkby begins stacking the twigs into a teepee shape, balancing the larger pieces around them and eventually lighting the pile with a little flame produced with a neat spell which he duplicates later that night to clean himself.\n\n[OOC]I hope I can use Prestidigitation for this... if not, I suppose he could Scorching Ray one of the larger logs...\nAlso, I'm sort of afraid that Yix's pile is, like, the guy's bed, and he'll be really insulted Achkby thinks it's kindling.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix gladly thanks Achkby for the help with collecting sticks. Yix watches with great intrigue as Achkby uses his magic to get a crackling fire going. When the fire becomes more than just a flicker Yix curls up basking in the heat. \"Want food?\" Yix asks Achkby, if he sits down next to the fire as well." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n That's nice of him. \n\nAchkby pauses, reaching for his pack.\n\" What do you have? \" he asks, turning back towards Yix.\n\n In part, I don't want to deprive him... in part, I don't want week-old deer haunch of somesuch. Though it might keep well in these environs. \nAchkby cheers up after that last thought." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The wagons are placed close to the fire to provide some shelter and protection. They form a reasonable barrier against the cold north wind, and they cover at least one flank.\n\nThe horses are tied to a picket line and allowed to browse within the radius of the firelight. The dogs stay close to their owners, providing additional body warmth.\n\nSome of you try to huddle together under your furs and winter blankets for warmth. Others choose to keep to themselves, as nature suits.\n\nBy the time the full moon is high in the sky, exactly three things are worth noting.\n\n(1) The lone wolf howling is joined by a chorus of distant wolf howls from several directions. The howling cuts off suddenly and is replaced by an equally eerie silence.\n\n(2) Katrin has not reappeared. She was last seen heading into the forest to gather firewood.\n\n(3) Callos, who had been curled up asleep, stands suddenly and begins to walk into the forest, ignoring the sentries' queries." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\n[Regardless if it is his turn at watch or not, Nolan would most likely be awake meditating or just keeping an extra eye out]\n\nUpon seeing Callos get up and walk off, Nolan realizes that the other group member has not returned. What was her name again? \n \"Is disappearing into the woods by yourself standard practice with this group? If so, Nyssa and I didn't get the notice,\" he says dryly to those that are on watch. He quietly shrugs off his blankets, grabs a sunrod and his shurikens out of his pack and secures his siangham to his belt. Nolan leaves the sunrod unlit for now if the campfire is still going and walks to an unmanned edge of the camp, hopefully ready for whatever may happen next. He won't try to physically stop Callos if the mage won't listen to verbal questioning." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa wakes up, slightly groggy and very cold. She notices some activity in the camp, and a few murmured questions, but something far more important catches her eye.\n\nHer brother has gotten up from his bed a few feet away, and left his blankets entirely unguarded.\n\nShe reaches across and grabs some of Nolan's fur blankets, dragging them to her. Wrapping herself in them tightly, she blinks and blurrily looks around the camp. Smiling sleepily at her brother's comment, she adds, \"Maybe we should start tethering them to things, like you do with horses.\" \n\nNyssa remains sitting up, wrapped in blankets, and semi-alert and responsive for a few minutes." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs carelessly from where he's propped himself up against a makeshift backrest made from his backpack and saddle, making no move to stop the mage,\n\n\" Too many folks with too many motives. It aint worth trying ta sort out who does what and why. All I ask is that no one else wander off looking fer him. THat's how these things go wrong, everyone splitting off ta wander the woods aimlessly. He's a grown man and makes his own decisions, and I ain't chasing him through the woods unless he disappears fer too long. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAfter setting out his bedroll and making a makeshift tent with a blanket and a couple of sticks, he sets out what is left of his equipment in a pile that serves both as a storage area for his stuff and a support for one end of the \"tent\".\n\nNot needing sleep for another few hours, he walks around the camp. Finding Lumpy, he takes a seat beside him.\n\n\" You know what ugly? I've been travelling with you for a couple of weeks now, and I haven't the slightest clue what you are about. Normally half-orcs aren't as...well, smart as yourself. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems to take Aeroz's opening insult in stride - which is to say he's no more surly about it than he would be about any other greeting. He shrugs tiredly, scarcely bothering to counter-rebuke the elf,\n\n\" Real astute, genius. Just cause orcs are dumb don't mean everyone wants ta be. I put a helluva lot'a work inta being something besides a slavering moron, taught myself everything I ever needed ta know. Most people don't gotta work fer that, it come natural or gets hended ta them. That's what I'm about, working my way along. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Ah, that came out all wrong. I guess it's just repressed hostilities. What I meant to say is that you are really different from the half orcs I met. Most of them actually had a name. Lumpy just seems more like a nickname than anything. Do you have an actual one? \"" }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark emerges from his elven meditation, and slowly looks around the camp. He realizes a few folks were missing, and frowns.\n\nHe sees Lumpy and Aeroz chatting loudly a short distance away. Seeing few other options he heads in their direction." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn very abruptly ends his chat with Kiah. He volunteers to take the last watch while setting up his sleeping area. After he is finished, he quickly slides into his bedroll. He is soon sound asleep and misses the entire incident with Callos." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah beds down in with the main group, eager for any extra warmth. I'm getting to old for this... Nevertheless, Kiah can't help but come to semi-wakefulness anytime something changes in the sounds around the camp. Years of looking out for family and for others has left it's mark.\n\n zzz... zzz...?...huh? more wolves...zzz...zzz... \n\nShe doesn't notice Katrin's disappearance. But the change in the quiet conservation as the sentries query Callos catches her radar. Something about it nudges her consciousness, and she becomes fully awake. That's odd...maybe I should...No, they're all odd...besides, it's cold. she snuggles down further in her blankets, if possible, and sleepily watches the sentries ignore Callos's leaving. Once the commotion dies down she will drift back to sleep." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby rolls over, further entangling himself in his bedroll." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz\" \n\nThokk continues to sleep and snore, and creaking as he turns over still wearing his full plate\n\n Moradin...My life is yours now more then ever, you shall be repayed... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc seems almost reluctant to respond for a moment, but eventually continues on regardless,\n\n\" Edgar. My mother's husband named me Edgar. I ain't never put much stock in names, on account'a a name's what ya make'a it. There weren't much point'a me being Edgar if everyone calls ya \"Lumpy\" or \"Ugly\" or \"Half-Breed\" anyway. So I beat them ta it. Edgar might be who I am, but Lumpy's what I am, and that's all anyone notices. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Mothers husband? But...oh... \"\n\nAeroz says nothing for moment.\n\n\" Ok Edgar, I'd like to say its been a pleasure talking to you, but you, my friend, are too sullen. Its depressing. You should try lightening up and stop being so linear. My father was, and he almost blew me to bits. \"\n\nAt that point, Aeroz gets up and makes his way to his \"tent\". Skipping the pointless thoughts, he goes straight to a reverie." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, quietly evesdropping the entire time, says, \"I think Edgar is a nice name.\" \n\nSaying nothing more, she lies down, wrapping both her blankets and the blankets procured from Nolan around her. She slowly drifts back to sleep." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nOnce all the camp chores are done and full dark has fallen, Lissa spends about an hour in what looks like quiet prayer, dog curled up at her back. Evidently her deity prefers communion at night. Am I doing the right thing? I think I am, but I don't know... we've picked up so many strangers lately. I guess few people ever do really know that they're going the right way in life. Even those of us who serve the gods. Prayers complete, she bids goodnight to everyone with a tired smile and burrows into her bedroll. Cloudy settles down next to his diminutive mistress, evidently intent on sharing warmth with his new 'pack'. Lissa isn't about to complain; this is one reason she likes riding dogs.\n\nAbout midnight, the howling of the wolves jolts Lissa awake. She reflexively grabs for her crossbow, left loaded next to her bedroll. \"Mwuh? Who, what?\" The sleep rapidly fades from her eyes as she looks around. \"We under attack?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThe reappearance of the lizardman startles Tiriel, but not overly so. Guessing from his pantomime and with Trinark's help she digs in her pack and pulls out a small vial sealed with wax.\n \"You're not hurt are you? She asks as she hands the lizardman the potion.\n\n\nWhen the subject of watches is brought up, Tiriel volenteers to take any of the three shifts.\n\nIf she's awake when Callos leaes:\nTiriel shakes her head as the wizard wanders off from the camp. Figures. He's either sulking or getting into more trouble. If he's not back by morning ... Well, I should look for him... maybe. Katrine took off again too, what the hell is she up too? " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan goes to bed early and without worry. Sure there where wolves, but the group counted as an army in its own right. A money motivated, necromancer tormented, relatively combat unorganized army, but still one relatively that few sane creatures would care to bother with. When he is awakened by the continued howls, he shuts it out and falls back asleep wondering, How do they know what each of those howls mean anyway? " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih lies on the back of his wagon, his hat pulled over his eyes and his wolf curled up beside him. Deep in sleep, the ranger stirs in his slumber, responding to a dream, or judging from his response, a nightmare.\n\n Standing on the deck of a ship, Hajih smells the salty air with a smile, but his expression quickly turns sour.\n“Oh not this again, why did it have to be this? Why this day?” He says out loud to the ocean breeze.\nHe walks over to lean on the railing, his thick mat of hair open to the sea air. From somewhere behind him a feminine voice whispers, “Not getting sea-sick are we?”\nHajih reels back, a looks of horror and recognition on his face.\n“No, you’re dead…you died…I saw it, why are you still here?” He says leaning backwards on the railing.\nThe voice belongs to a woman in gleaning plate mail; she has the same olive skin tone and sharp nose that Hajih carries and her hair is the same inky black colour. She doesn’t seem to notice, or care what Hajih is says, instead she acts as if he was simply sea-sick, offering encouragement, and offering him a water skin.\nThere is a sudden flash of lightening and everything changes.\nNo longer sunny and bright, a storm cloud lurks over the ship. The deck tilts and heaves, spilling cargo all over its surface. A line breaks with a sound like the crack of a whip and some rogue piece of timber lands squarely against the back of the woman in plate mail. She spills over the side of the ship and sinks into the white foam of the wild sea.\n“Oh gods” Hajih mutters over and over again as this takes place but after what seems like a life time, there is another lightening flash. \n\nHajih sits up, spilling the hat to one side.\n “I need a drink” " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nGladi stirs at the wolf howls, whining quietly and awakening her ranger. Delphinia comes fully awake in a moment, just in time to hear the howls stop abruptly. She darts her glance around the camp, making sure everything is all right. Looks like maybe half of us woke up to that. Huh. Where's that wizard going? She watches him pace zombielike to the edge of the wood, then keep going. Damn frigging sonofa- he can go get himself killed for all I care. She scritches Gladi's head, trying to calm her, and sighs. Oh hell. Everyone's just going to let him go like that. I don't really want to see him dead, do I? He's just a jerk, not anything deserving of fatality. How many times did Orris tell me that not everyone sees the wilds in the same way? She gets up, grabbing her bow and quiver, and trots after the wizard, stopping just outside the clearing. Either something's wrong and he's not going to say anything, or he's just being a weirdo and he'll snap at me. She nocks an arrow to her bow. \"Ya daft wizard, where in the Nine Hells are you going? If you don't answer me, I'll shoot you in the back.\" If he's in there, he'll answer to that! " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nStoring the vial carefully, he gives a look of gratitude to Tiriel. He fishes out the gourd of hydra blood and gives it in exchange.\n\n Hurt?..Noo. \nHe vigourously shakes his head and turns about standing arms spread open to show that he hadn't a scratch on him.\n\nTaking in her scent one last time, he nods politely before stalking off to bunk next to Trinark who had already start to meditate smiling at the rising moon.\n\nFeeling obliged to share his thoughts with his partner, he mentions breifly his intention to be off in the morning briefly to make things right and in a small way restore the balance.\n\nWith a far better disposition since he had watched Trinark die and learned of Sheyra's fate he plops down and sighs as the fatigue in his sore muscles are relieved. In a matter of minutes he is fast asleep beside a wagon tightly wrapped against the cold.\n[hr]\nThe howls of the wolves do not disturb his slumber. The silence does make him start before sleep settles over him again.\n\nThus, he doesn't notice Callos's departure. However, He does get up and stare coldly at hajih.....\n\n..... before removing the ranger's hat from his own head and tossing it back onto Hajih's lap." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos ignores Delphinia's challenge, weaving between the trees until he is out of view.\n\nBefore anyone can decide whether or not to follow the wizard, a blood curdling scream pierces the night. Is it a woman in distress? Callos? Or perhaps a jungle cat? It's hard to say.\n\nAlmost immediately the howling picks up again. This time, the howling seems to be closer than before and the howls are definitely coming from multiple directions ..." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n Oh, hell no, if anyone is gonna kick his ass, it's gonna be me and the druid. \"Hey, need some help with the wizard here,\" she calls back to the camp. Without wasting any more time than that, she uses what little power she has to try to stop him with a spell.\n\n{casting Entangle, trying to get Callos in the AoE before he slips away}" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nJust as Lissa is about to go back to sleep, she hears Delphinia shout out. Wizard? A quick headcount confirms that Callos has gone missing. Ooh, if he did this a-purpose, he is so getting frozen horse dung in his bedroll when we got back! I just got warm! The gnome peels out of her relatively warm bedroll with a wince, now infinitely grateful that it had been so bloody cold that she chose to sleep in her clothes and armor rather than expose any skin to the frosty air. Damn, I took Cloudy's saddle off for the night. Well, here's hoping Callos isn't too far. Slinging her loaded crossbow over her back, Lissa rouses Cloudy and mounts him bareback. \"Coming, Delphinia!\", she shouts back. \"Cloudy, mush!\" The riding dog obediently bounds forward into the night.\n\n\nOOC: It amused me to have Cloudy trained to the same directional commands as sled dogs. ^_^" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n What was that!?... \n\nIn a flash, the lizardman who had slumped down spun out of bed and onto his feet. The primal life he'd led before aiding his swift reaction.\n\nHe assesses the situation and tries to make sense of what's going on.\n{Knowledge(Nature): 4 + 6= 10}\n\n \"Fire...Fire.. get fire\" , he urges pointing to the small fires they'd lit. Grabbing a torch he will hand it to the nearest human and urge others to pick one up.\n\nTurning his head this way and that, he tries to make out just how many enemies they were facing.\n\n{Cast Detect Animals and sweep it around}" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe had just gotten back to sleep when the scream split the night air. \"What was tha--\" she managed to say before the resumption of the howls cut her off.\n\nStanding, Nyssa wraps her cloak and robe around herself tightly. Seeing Lissa head off into the forest at Delphinia's call for help she adds helplessly, \"Splitting up might not be the best ide--\" She gives up halfway through her words. It's like herding cats. Hasted cats. \n\nInstead, she walks around the camp, quietly awakening anyone who still sleeps. \"Callos has walked off. There was a scream. Delphinia and Lissa are after Callos. The wolves are closer and in multiple directions,\" she answers efficiently to anyone who asks." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix wakes up, and he seems pretty angry at the interruption. Upon seeing the anxiousness of the rest of the party he figures something is not right. \"What's going on?\" Yix broadcasts to the group." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah is just snuggling down into her blankets when Delphinia challenges Callos. She perks up and watches as Callos ignores her.\n\n damn, that's not right after all Throwing her blankets off she just stands up when the scream pierces the night. holly mother... what was that??? \n\nShe does a quick count of people, including Delphinia and Callos, and comes up one short.\n\n \"Lumpy, you great oaf, someone else is missing! Who left besides Callos?\" \n\n(OOC: can Kiah get to Lissa before she leaves, since she was already up?)\n\n \"Lissa! before you run off take this.\" Kiah casts a spell and touches Lissa. \"Then I'll know if you get into trouble. Stick with Delphinia please.\" \n\nShe looks around...\n\n \"Anyone else hell bent on running off?\" \n\n(OOC: casting Status)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Katrine is the other one missing. Trying to track her is near impossiple, we usualy just have to wait for her to come back. The wizard though, he should be fairly easy to find. She grabs her pack and quickly produces a tourch which she hands to the lizardman.\n\n Good thing I put on my armour when my watch came around... she thinks, Now, it had better not be Katrine that screamed. The wizard seems inclilnded to act a fool, but she should know better... \n\nTiriel will follow the two shorter women who went into the woods after making sure that there are a good number of people, who are awake, staying at the camp.\n\nedit: she'll allow Kiah to cast status on her before she leaves." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"Katrine... (sigh)... of course\" , she touches Tiriel as she goes by, then calls after her,\n\n \"Maybe the dog can find her!\" \n\n(OOC: Status on Tiriel also - that's it for that casting of it)" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nAt the lizardkin's call for fire Nolan fetches his modified quarter staff and lights both ends of it once again. He returns to the perimeter of the camp, watching and listening intently for any approaching danger.\n\n[+8 to spot and listen]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn's eyes spring open as he hears the scream. He brings both arms out of his bedroll. Aw hell. It's cold out there. I'm going to enjoy mt bed for as long as I can. He grabs his crossbow and promptly disappears into his bedroll. From the oddly shaped lump and the noises, it is obvious that he is loading the crossbow. He soon springs up from the blanket and stands short. He begins scanning the area, load crossbow held loosely in one hand and the hilt of his 'short sword' gripped firmly in his other." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nEverything began to happen at once and the camp suddenly resembled an anthill. Different members moving in different locations.\n\nTrinark quickly moves back to his things and finishes strapping on his armor. If they had to fight something, anything, being prepared was a good idea.\n\nAfter he was equipped, he moved to the edge of camp outside the firelight. Trinark began scanning the area outside of camp using his Darkvision, looking for enemies." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nBarely into his meditations, Aeroz snaps to attention. Sliding on the new small sheild he recently procured and unsheathing his rapier Aeroz goes to where most of the group is congregated.\n\n\" Alright, what in the infinite pits of the abyss is going on now? \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby wakens with the rest, but is slow to get his head on straight. Once he does understand what's going on, though, he dives into his pack, rooting to the very bottom where his sling has settled.\n\nA few moments later, he pulls it out, and casts a quick spell on one of the stones, making it glow with a soft illumination. This he loads into the sling pouch before carefully standing his spear firmly in the ground at his feet. Then, he casts another spell to create a group of luminescent orbs, which he directs to circle the campsite.\n\n[OOC] Light on a slingstone, Dancing Lights to scour our perimeter in widening circles (a spiral, I suppose).[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n There it was. Humans. Hardly more than a day, and that bitch was already trying to put him in his place. \n\nIn contrast to the general madness of the waking camp, Lumpy's methods are neither rushed, nor delayed, simply taken at an easy pace. He casually rises from his seat, making sure his things are properly secured before taking any other action. He chooses not to dignify Kiah's query with a response, instead shifting straight to instruction, barking like tired drill instruction,\n\n\" No one else go nowhere. And slow the Hells down, it's hard enough ta sort this out without everyone yelling and flashing lights everywhere. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nFirst from the scream, then from the mental ping from Yix, Thokk extracts himself from his bedroll, simply grabs his sword and shield and jogs over to the lizardman. Standing, he sweeps the area to try and see anything moving within the darkness\n\n \"Ach, scaley, what be goin on here?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Delphinia is about to cast entangle , but Callos is too far into the woods to reach, so she holds back for the moment, plunging into the trees with Gladi at her side.\n\nThe bare trees don't obscure the moonlight too much, and Callos doesn't seem to be attempting to disguise his footsteps in any way. The halfling ranger is able to track Callos fairly easily.\n\nLissa pauses only long enough for Kiah to link to her, before she leaps astride her dog and rides into the woods after Delphinia. Tiriel, also linked to Kiah, is not far behind, her flaming sword lighting her way.\n\n[hr]\nThe camp flares to life. Nolan stands, his staff burning from both ends. A set of dancing lights spirals into the night, sending shadows spinning disorientingly. Questions are shouted into the air at no one in particular and weapons are hastily readied and armor donned.\n\nThe lizardman peers into the woods, forming the mental image of a wolf as he scans the area for life. The howls have stopped, and if there are any wolves in the area, they must be too far away for the druid to sense them ...\n\n[hr]\nIt doesn't take Delphina, Lissa and Tiriel long to catch up with Callos. The wizard stands swaying slightly in a forest glade. Illuminated by the full moon, he looks peaceful as he stares up into the night sky.\n\nAnother high-pitched scream fills the air from deeper within the woods, causing Callos to start slightly. He turns around and looks at the women behind him, blinking in confusion. \"Where am I?\" he asks dazedly ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix looks at around at the group, the tension thick in the air \"Back to back?\" the suggestion comes from the small lizardesque creature." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Yeah, that's not a surprise. You wandered off, probably called over by something.\" Delphinia takes a moment to look around. A glade, eh? When you get sucked into a glade, it's either lollipops or knuckle sandwiches. And that smell sure as hell isn't sugar. The scream directs her attention that way. She climbs up onto Gladi's bare back and readies her bow again." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, at a loss of what else to do, speaks a few words and draws an arcane symbol in the air, drawing upon her powers to see if they are being approached by the undead. The group's primary enemy was a necromancer like herself, and they had already been attacked once in the night by undead.\n\n{Cast Detect Undead, concentrate, and scan out in all directions from the camp (clockwise) for undead. If she finds any, she'll warn the group.}" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan nods to the pseudodragon's suggestion and makes sure his position covers an area not being scanned by others. His grip flexes on his staff once and he clears his mind in anticipation." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Nyssa scans the area for undead, detecting none. The lizardman hisses, however, sensing the approaching wolves before the others can see them.\n\nThe wolves converge on the party from all directions staying just out of range of Achkby's dancing lights . As they close in, their eyes pick up some of the light from the party's torches and arcane illumination, glowing red. Soon your party is surrounded by what must be at least two score pairs of glowing eyes.\n\nEveryone is up and standing in a loose circle. The horses and mules stamp their hooves and whinny uneasily. Hajih's wolf crouches at his side, growling softly. Its tail is tucked under its body and its ears lie flat as it trembles in fear ...\n\n[hr]\nIn the glade, Callos, Lissa, Tiriel and Delphinia also stand back to back. Something dark is moving through the underbrush, just out of sight, as if it is stalking them ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn is standing stiffly. He has his crossbow aimed at a pair of eyes. He cautiously steals a sidelong glance at Hajih. \"Hey Hajih, can you and your buddy do anything about the situation we're in? Speak wolf or something. Tell them it wasn't our fault. Say something like an upstart member of the pack was attempting to become alpha wolf but failed miserably. I blame Callos for all this.\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Speak...wolf?\" Hajih asks, a quizzical look on his face.\n\nHe pulls on his oversized hat \"I'm a guide, not a druid.” He says flatly\n \n“What about the lizardkin? Can’t he help with something like this? \n\nHajih grumbles while he pulls out his two swords." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"What in the blazing-levels-of-Hell do you mean 'where am I'! If we got into this all because you were sleep walking I'll kill you myself!\" Tiriel hisses at Callos.\nShe watches the spaces between the trees for signs of movement, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever is stalking them.\n\n[Tiriel will focus on defense until she has an idea of what they are facing. For the first round she will use total defense and raise her AC to 24]" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah retreats to the middle of the group. Having almost no combat ability, she wouldn't be much use on the outer circle. She concentrates and prepares to cast one of her most powerful spells should the wolves attack.\n\n \"Good idea Fizahn. Can anyone speak wolf?\" A thought suddenly occurs to her. The eyes, are they the normal height above the ground or are these wolves larger than normal?\n\n(OOC: ready action: Prayer if the wolves attack: +1 luck bonus to attack, damage, saves, and skill checks; -1 on the same to all enemies)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Sleep walking? That would explain why I'm not where I feel asleep....it doesn't however explain why on earth wolves are howling and only this three are here. \n\nThe drowsy necromancer shook his head to get the last vestiges of sleep from his mind before peering about carefully. It wasn't like he could see what it was out there. Probaly wasn't friendly though.\n\n\" We can discuss my nocturnal habits later because frankly I'm curious as to how I got out here myself. More importantly we should get ready to defend ourselves. \"\n\nCallos's voice was surprsingly calm. Consideirng the situation they where in and all. Wasn't like they were defensless though. It didn't feel right though. Without his spellbook in front of him the arcane motions came just a little bit slower and he was biting his teeth in frustration as the arcane energy began to flow through him and into his hand. Then, reaching out, he placed the softly glowing appendage on Tiriel's arm and let the rush of growing magic rush into her.\n\n((Enlarge Person on Tiriel.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Speak wolf? Where do these people get this stuff from? \n\nLumpy stalks slowly around the circle of their campsight, looking every bit like a caged beast as they face off against their unseen audience. His still-new polearm is at hand, though his flail was looped in easy reach at his belt; he was actually quite interested in seeing the guisarme in action again, and to see if it's prior effectiveness was a fluke or not.\n\nHis pacing served an effective purpose as well, warming his joints and loosening his stiffened armor. He'd seen too many soldiers slowed down by a cold night and was loathe to join them.\n\n\" Ain't no such thing as wolf, not what we'd be able ta use. If ya wanna get something through ta them, yer body's how ya do it. Show them yer not afraid and let them no there ain't no easy pickings here. If they're set on it, they'll come. Just don't get worked up over it. \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Damn that blasted Callos. Nolan's face is grim as he tries to position himself between Nyssa and any danger. His movements are slow and methodical, careful not to aggravate the wolves nor give them any opportunity to strike." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa allows her brother to move in front of her, stepping back slightly. She still tries to keep a confident stance, despite her retreat, looking directly at the wolves. I thought they said wolves weren't a threat to a group this large? This seems unusual. \n\nShe prepares an arcane spell quietly, ready to cast should the wolves advance aggressively.\n\n{Nyssa prepares to cast Scare on the two wolves closest to her, should they move in for the attack.}" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nShe lifts her bow, holding it steady. At the slightest urging from Delphinia's knees, Gladi stands rock still. \"Threaten him later,\" she hisses. Assuming there will be a later. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman had stood silently. Picking up on the number of wolves and their health.\n\nIt would have been futile to attempt anything as they ahd swiftly surrounded them.\n\nHis face was shrouded in the dark as the light from the torches did not touch it. So no one so the look of acceptance of submission on his face.\n\n So the Balance moves... to correct itself \n\nHe sighs. He reflects that he wasn't surprised that it had come to this. A thought nagged at him but he was far too distracted to pay mind to it.\n\nCries of 'could anyone speak wolf' went out among his friends. He looked into the direction of the scream and asks the nearest person,\n \"Who's missing?\" \n\nWhen the absence of Tiriel and Katrin are pointed out. He snaps his head up with a look of alarm on his face.\n\nHe finally pays heed to the thought.\n\n The wolves aren't attacking \n \"Something is not as it should be\" , he utters out aloud. He blinks as the companions beside him look at him in puzzlement.\n\n A wolf attacks in hunger, defence. A wolf attacks only out of necessity \n\nHe spins looking at the gathered wolves. Waiting, watching.\n\n This is revenge.. \n\nLeaving his previous spell active but shifting his focus, he casts a new spell. One that would let him share a common tongue with beasts.\n\nMoving forward on his knees and holding his arms out. He voices out\n\n \"Peace. Brothers. Peace. Will one among you speak? \" \n\nOOC: Cast 'Speak with animals'. WE're so lucky I had that memorised....thinks* or maybe not :-/" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn replies angrily to the mocking of his question. \"Well I can speak badger, so it stands to reason one of you nature types can speak wolf. I don't care if it's through a spell or something; just start negotiating already!\" Fizahn grins as the lizardman casts his spell and attempts to communicate with the wolves. \"See? I figured someone here could speak wolf. I'm not stupid.\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark had just finished strapping on his armor as the wolves moved into view. He had heard tales and even seen something vaguely resembling then in the Underdark but certainly not this many at one time.\n\nHe decided that defense was the best course, again. He brought is oft cast Bless to memory, prepared to use it if the wolves pressed in and attacked.\n\nHe watched his druid friend begin the incantations of a spell while dropping to his knees and creeping forward.\n\nTrinark was at a loss for what to do. Many, many things here on the surface seemed like pure madness.\n\n And they thought I was crazy... " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa shoots Callos a look that, by rights, should have at least burned his hair off. \"Our wandering wizard is right... for now.\" Clearly, the gnome is not happy at having had to leave her bedroll for a wandering colleague. She dismounts from her dog, hearing Things That Go Bump In The Night. I'm nowhere near good enough at riding to shoot from the saddle. With one hand on her medallion, Lissa murmurs a phrase in a strange language. The air shimmers briefly around her lithe form.\n\n\nOOC: Dismount and cast shield of faith on self." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'By the hammer the lizard can speak with 'em! Thats good. But these don't seem to be normal wolves, I dont remember them being revenge-driven or havin red eyes...' \n What are these? \n\nThokk shifts his footing and looks for something to get his back to" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the campsite ... \n\nAs the lizardman attempts to communicate with the animals, soft barking can be heard from the \"wolves\" surrounding you. It almost sounds like laughter.\n\nOne of the animals steps forward into the light. It looks like an enormous wolf, but is much heavier and taller than what you expected. It's lips move in an almost human way and unexpectedly it speaks.\n\n\"I can speak your ugly tongue, bipeds. Where is he?\"\n\n[hr]\n In the clearing ... \nTo her surprise, suddenly Tiriel finds herself almost 12 feet tall - a veritable giant. Lissa and Delphinia are now merely knee-high. Tiriel spins and looks down at Callos, who simply shrugs.\n\nSuddenly an inky black form bursts from the undergrowth. It streaks across the the clearing and disappears again, colliding noisily with something else hidden in the bushes. You hear another high-pitched scream, a yelp, then silence ..." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nSpeaking to no one in particular, Delphinia says quietly, \"I'm watching where it came from. Somebody else watch where it went.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSilently the necromancer began to curse the fact that he had none of his precious possessions with him since he was fairly sure that there was a torch among them. Now he couldn't see what on earth was going on and there was no way he was going to set a tree or bush on fire just to see.\n\nSo instead his nimble fingers began to twist and weave through the arcane motions once more until a subtle smile ame to his face. If the woman had been surprised when she had grown...well this would be just as big as one. Reaching out once again his hand landed on Tiriel's lower calve and more transformative magic began to surge through her.\n\n((Bull's Strength on the now giantess.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFrowning, Lissa swings her crossbow into position and peers at the bush where the yelps came from. The darkness there is too deep for even gnomish eyes, though. \"Brace yourselves, people, I'm going to make some lights. I want to see what's in that bush.\" Comrades duly warned- after all, it's never a pleasant experience to have magelight flare up when your eyes are adjusted to the dark- Lissa makes a throwing gesture toward the bush and speaks a few arcane words. Four balls of pastel-colored light pop into existence over the bush.\n\n\nOOC: Draw crossbow and use dancing lights racial ability." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix looks as menacing as possible towards the pack of wolves, even though on the inside he is shaking in his proverbial boots. Desptie his bravado, he is rather confused, first by the wolf's speech, and secondly by who the wolf is refering too. He chooses to stay quiet on the subject, and let others do the talking." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Well. You see, our problem is he sorta left. I'm not rightly sure as I was peacefully sleeping and not harming anything. He is a wizard, so there is some possibility of him teleporting away. He never really struck me as the mentally stable kind of fellow; especially not when we were in the Underdark.\" Fizahn shrugs, but keeps his crossbow at the ready. \"Nice to know he isn't prejudiced against us in the slightest. I personally never liked that language much either. Everyone should learn Gnomish. Or Dwarf maybe, is Dwarf a good language, Thokk?\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa remains standing still, but now shifts her gaze so she's watching the lead wolf. She finally breaks and glances over at Kiah, who is also inside the protective circle of the group with her. Is this normal? her eyes ask in the flickering light of the fires." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n This isn't natural. Nolan's body tenses. Though not a druid, the young monk's distaste for anything that doen's follow the natural order of things comes to the fore." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah shrugs her shoulders at Nyssa and moves to the edge of the circle.\n\n \"The small one is correct. I saw the one with the black lightning lured away just before you arrived. It seems others are hunting him. That scream is not one of yours is it?\" \n\nKiah studies the wolf carefully to see if there is any reaction to her mention of the scream.\n\nEDIT: What are these things? (OOC:Knowledge Nature +7)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz is shocked to hear the wolf talk, and in such a rude manner too. \" Well, you are no Sune yourself wolfy. \" the elf replies snappily after taking a few seconds to comprehend his situation.\n\n[OOC: Untrained Sense motive - 14+0=14; trying to see if they have hostile intentions]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"That thing that just went by looked like a cat. A big cat.\" Tiriel doesn't really like the fact that Callos keeps casting spells on her with out warning or an explanation of their effect. But she realizes that he's trying to help... or he's just using her as a shield.\n\nStrength: 26 (enlarge, 2nd round; bull's strength 1st round)\nAC: 19\nReach 10'\n\nooc: holding action." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy is obviously startled by the speaking wolf, turning to look the beast over for a moment. But only for a moment, as the orc warily turns his back on the spectacle, slipping into his routine of pacing their campsite. If the enemy wanted you looking one way, sometimes it was better to be looking another when everything was said and done.\n\nBesides, from the sound of things, they were going to piss it off enough without his help. A fight was almost inevitable." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark seemed to be the least surprised to hear the wolf speak. He came from strange \"lands\" below the ground where many creatures lurked.\n\nHe cleared his thoat quietly, and moved forward toward the large wolf a bit. He kept his hands calmly at his side, palms open facing toward the wolf.\n\n \"Perhaps I can help. I can heal the injured member of your pack, if you will let me.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nLooking to Cloudhair, he gives an audible hiss to gain his attention. Once he has he shakes his head (edit) slowly and motions him back.\n\n NO...he may not know wolves do not speak..like us \n\nHe recalls his earlier spell to detect animals and concentrates of a wolf as he centers the spell on the speaking wolf." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Yes little one, dwarf is a very good language\" \n \"Your native speak also works well\" \n \"Goblin talk primitive, 7 word for hate but one for ale\" \n \"The language of the demons is rather complex regarding pain and suffering\" \n \"Rock-talk hurts the throat muchso\" \n\nTurning fully to the wolf now\n\n \"Ach, and now the language ye dub ugly. I could say the same about yer yelps and growls, but I shant. Now, what exactly do ye want? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n What in the nine -- er, yes, nine -- hells is going on?! \n\nAt a loss for actions, Achkby searches his memory for any idea of what these things could be.\n\n[OOC] Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+11=16) (Damn)[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Worgs! \n\nThe large \"wolves\" have formed a semicircle surrounding the southern side of your camp. The leader of the pack stands forward slightly, his lips curled back in a sneer.\n\nThe alpha worg shakes his head at Kiah in a very human-like gesture. \"I am no mood for games. We know that the shadow cat is with you.\"\n\n\"Give us the wizard, and the rest of you may go in peace.\"\n\nThe two wagons protect your northern flank, but the horses and mules tethered on the opposite side of the wagons are getting increasingly agitated.\n\nIn the distance, there is another high-pitched scream, then a yelp of pain. As one, the worgs prick up their ears and turn their heads toward the sounds, which seem to have come from the forest to the north.\n\nThe alpha worg growls and barks out an order. Immediately, roughly half a dozen worgs break ranks and disappear into the night.\n\nThe alpha worg gazes at your group for a second or two as if memorizing each of your faces and appraising your capabilities, then he and the rest of his pack back away slowly from you until they disappear into the darkness as well.\n\n[hr]\nTiriel now feels as strong as she is tall. Her flaming sword has been enlarged by Callos' magic along with her armor and gear. As the bull's strength flows through her veins, she almost smiles with pleasure.\n\nTiriel steps forward into the bushes with Lissa and Callos close behind, while Delphinia makes sure that there is nothing sneaking up on the four of you from the rear. Lissa's dancing lights illuminate a gory scene.\n\nA large wolf lies on its side beside a clump of evergreen bushes. Its eyes and mouth are open. A pink tongue protrudes limply from between its glistening fangs. The wolf has been viciously disemboweled. Its entrails have spilled out onto the rocky, icy ground, still steaming.\n\nDelphinia peeks at the scene and immediately notes several bloody paw prints leading away from the scene." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snarls as the pack breaks away, shouldering his weapon,\n\n\" Worgs. Been a while since I seen one'a them. ain't never seen one without a goblin riding it neither. \" The burly orc considers the situation for a moment, \" It ain't safe here no more, obviously. We're gonna have ta mobilize and round up the strays, wouldn't be much of a fight if a mob a them finds all'a us a bit at a time, and they're out ta find us. \"\n\nThere was an unspoken second option flitting across Lumpy's mind, which was simply to dig in for the night and leave the seperated to fate for the night. But the others wouldn't go for it, he knew. Best to get moving and get it done with before someone pitched a fit.\n\n\" Best load everything up and get plenty'a torches burning. Ain't gonna be no sneaking around among worgs. Heavy-Handed's the way ta go. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"I think you nailed it Lumpy. Damn that wizard!\" \n\nShe continues on in a low voice. The worgs may appear gone but they will have keen ears. \"Now we are stuck between rescuing him and leaving him to the wolves.\" \n\nKiah looks around to anyone who will listen \"So the shadow cat is Katrine?\" She shakes her head slightly How in heavens name does this group get along? It's beyond me. \n \"Tiriel and Delphina are (distance) in that direction...\" She points (OOC: distance determined by status) \"... and still uninjured. (sigh) The sooner we get everyone together the better. Can anyone get a message to them? I don't feel like walking into a worg ambush in the middle of the night.\" \n\n(OOC: DR: how far are they away?)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" As Edgar said, sneaking around won't be an option. And unless one of us can cast a telepathy spell, getting a message to Callos and the others is kinda out of the question. I think Lissa and Tiriel are with them. Lissa is a tough little thing, and if Tiriel can break through a royal escort, I figure they will be alright for the meanwhile. \" Aeroz says as he flicks his rapier into the ground impatiently." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, I would actually be game for spending the night here lads. Mobilization would work, or we can simply dig in and set a higher number of sentries then normal. Those beasties know we can kick the stuffing out of 'em so they shant bother us, espically because we dont have any shadow cat of theirs. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I think they'd be beyond my ability to send a message to, Kiah. Of course, a subtle approach seems to be pointless, as the Worgs know we're here, they know where our friends are, and we know where our friends are. I'm not sure what secret we'd be trying to keep.\" \n\nNyssa shrugs. \"I suggest shouting.\" It always works with Nolan. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Worgs? From bad to worse... Nolan shakes his head and sighs. He holds his lit staff aside as he tosses his and Nyssa's packs and blankets into the cart, preparing to head out into the night after the absent party members." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nAfter the quick look to appraise the scene, Delphinia returns her attention firmly to watching thier backs. \"You kids want to track those paw prints or head back to the rest of the group? I can't see that this is anything we ought to stick our noses into. My vote is to head back.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n Whatever that thing was. It was no animal nor was it an abomination. \n\nHe understood why his earlier spell did not let him sense anything.\n\nThey were beasts but with an intelligence of a speaking race.And they hunted in packs.\n\n The Spirits do not favour us \n\nHe keeps watch of his surrounding as the other talk, picking up snatches of the conversation.\n\nHe noted the half-human call the creatures 'wargs'.\n\n We can be tracked but we are not the prey.. yet \n\n\"We move...no rest\"\n\nTrying to remember the lay of the land as the sun set, he sets his sights on finding higher ground and some defensible, preferably among some dolmens (stone formations).\n[hr]\n\nIf there is no such position he can single out, he will instead edge people into the thickest parts of the forest.\nHe will let them bring their horses and packs but make them leave the carts behind." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix stands there slightly shaking in his armor, the only sense coming over him is one of great confusion. However, he follows everyone elses lead and makes his way into on of the carts." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAlthough she looks a bit sick at the carnage for a moment, Lissa covers the expression well. She shrugs at Delphinia's question, directing her lights to circle the clearing slowly. \"You're the ranger here, Delphinia. I don't know much about wilderness and animals, so I'm willing to follow your lead.\" Lissa looks up at Callos and way up at giant Tiriel. \"What do you two think?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" As much as I hate to say it. And I really hate to say it, I think we should be able to follow the paw prints. If whatever killed the wolf was being friendly towards us and consiously knew what it was doing that means it knows these woods and also can guide us out even faster. \"\n\nWhat had killed the wolf and was it even that? The clinical necromancer bent down on one knee to peer at the wounds that took the creatures life. Perhaps it hadn't been an animal per say but instead a savage humaniod who walked on two legs.\n\n(Going to try and determine if the wolf is a wolf and if so then what killed it. Like what kind of weapon or natural weapon it is.))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel who is very large for at least a few more seconds out of battle \n\nTiriel shrugs, then realizes that between the dark and her large size, it's doubtful that anyone saw the movement. She says, \"I'll go with whatever everyone else wants to do, but I think we should at least check-in at camp before we go further into the forest.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n Dammit. If only life were as simple as 'anything the wizard says is a crock'. \n \"You've got a point,\" Delphinia says to Callos. She lowers her bow and jumps back down off Gladi's back, then takes a knee to get a good look at both the carcass and the prints.\n\n{knowledge(nature) +10, survival +11\nEdit: +2 to the survival check for tracking if it's a magical beast}" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Kiah judges that the others are roughly a quarter mile to the north-north-east in the forest. She can sense that they are uninjured for now.\n\nWhile most of you immediately start to break camp and load up the wagons, the lizardman seems to be getting increasingly agitated. He seems to want the party to head in the opposite direction. The more frustrated he gets, the fewer words he uses until he is simply gesturing frantically away from the woods.\n\n[hr]\nCallos and Delphinia kneel by the \"wolf\". The creature seems to be an unusually large specimen. The frank disembowling appears to have been caused by a set of razor sharp claws, not any kind of man-made weapon. Delphinia points to a set of neat puncture marks at the base of the wolf's spine.\n\nThe tracks lead off to the east. The paw prints appear to be those of a large cat. No claw marks are visible.\n\nLissa keeps watch, growing increasingly uneasy. The woods seem to be almost unnaturally silent. In the distance, a twig snaps ..." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n Oh, hell. \n\nWhispering to Callos, as he is closest, \"We should move. Back towards the camp. I don't want to get caught standing still.\" She stands back up and gets her bow ready again without lifting it." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah moves through the camp as quickly as possible.\n\n \"Theys a quarter mile that way. At the rate worgs move they could be dead 'for we get there.\" As she's talking Kiah grabs her bedroll and unceremoniously stuffs it in her backpack. \"I think we have to leave the wagons, they'll take too long to harness up.\" \n \"Achkby? what'da'ya'say about putting another one of them lights up in the sky above us. Do you think they would see it and head back?\" \n\nCatching sight of the lizardkin, she pauses what's he doing now? damned if I know but he's going the wrong way. Moving to stop dead still in front of the lizardkin she glares up at him, trying by sheer force of will to get him to stop and look her in the eye. Then she points in the direction the others are.\n\n \"Packmates!\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I'll send Orestes. Hopefully his presence will let them know we're looking for them.\" If any of them has even taken the time to notice him before. \"We either split up and some of us move to assist them, or we'll be too late. Dividing our numbers, however, seems dangerous.\" \n\nShe calls Orestes down to her. Find them. Lead them back. Don't let them wander off, she tells Orestes in the private language they share. Nyssa strikes a sunrod, puts it in the claws of her owl, and sends him off in the direction Kiah indicated.\n\n{Orestes has a strength of 4. Who knew!}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Strong owl!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I can only conjure so many a day, \" he replies, \" I'll wait a minute. THey're too far away to see much now, anyways. \"\n\nHe is hurriedly repacking, his glowing stone on the ground before him." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nA twig snaps in the too-silent night, and Lissa jumps about a foot in the air. She nods jerkily at Delphinia's whisper, taking a deep breath. \"Camp sounds good. Real good. Lead the way, I'll be right behind you,\" Lissa whispers back. Clutching her crossbow just a little too tightly, Lissa silently gives thanks for the fact that she's wearing gloves. It wouldn't do to have sweaty hands slip on her weapon." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nAt the suggestion of leaving the carts behind, Nolan retrieves his and Nyssa's belongings before following the others." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nLooking slightly annoyed a having to move from the spot he had just made for himself, Yix hops off the carts. He scurries after the rest of the group, hoping to catch up before they leave him behind." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "[bThokk[/b]\n\n \"Ach, Scaley! We need to protect the clan! The wee ones are over there, and those beasties arent natural, lets rid them from this land.\" \n\nThokk grabs all his gear, suits up, and starts heading towrds the lost ones" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nGathering up the essentials, Lumpy sets off in the indicated direction, towards the seperated group. He leads his warhorse along behind him, but leaves his saddle behind with the carts; the beast might be useful, but it's tack wasn't, as he couldn't fight mounted anyway. The lizardman was also cause for little concern, they could sort out just what had him rattled AFTER they were all grouped up and safely back at the campsite. If they made it that far.\n\n\" Keep it orderly. There'll be a helluava lotta them, so soft folk in the middle. If we get surrounded, won't be much room fer maneuvers. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih, still slightly asleep, and definitely not talkative, goes to the reins of his cart.\n\nHis wolf paces around impatiently, growling quietly at the worgs.\n\nHajih lays his weapons down beside him and takes a drink from his flask." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nStill somewhat unsure of the overall situation, Trinark moves off after the Lizardkin Druid. If there was some enemy to be faced this night, he planned to face it alongside his friend." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nOriginally intent on moving them to rock-strewn higher ground for defensive poistion, he realises that the whole lot were more interested in charging off to find the others.\n\nWhile he certainly wasn't in favour of abandoning flamesword or sunhair, he knew charging blindly into the night, into ground that predators were familiar with was a foolish effort.\n\nHe looks frustrated at not being express these thoughts.\n\nHe changes his motion and now waves them TO the trees\n \"Wait! No run anywhere. Not know where they are. I find them. Wait\"\n \nTo trinark,\n \"We must not run blind in the dark. Better to move in forest for protection\" \n\nFocusing on his earlier spell, he now concentrates on the riding dogs on of the others rode off on earlier, sweeping the spell in all directions." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn follows the others. He offers no complaints to their course of actions. He keeps his crossbow at the ready and casts a wary eye about. He stops at the carts to grab his pack and produce his everburning torch. He puts his crossbow away so he can keep his torch out along with his dagger. \"Be at peace Druid, Kiah knows where our packmates are. She cast some spell upon them earlier that tracks their position, or something.\" He takes his spot within the group. \"Lead us to them Kiah.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah shoulders her pack and looks around to see if everything is in order. If she sees unattended stuff on the ground (Delphinia, Lissa and Callos - I think Tiriel took hers) she will ask anyone next to her to help take it - she can't carry much herself.\n\nThen she takes her place near the center of the group and turns to Lumpy:\n\n \"Ready\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan will assist Kiah if she needs it. He will then position himself at the outside edge of the group to the left or right, making sure that Nyssa is within sight and in the middle." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, atop his pony somewhere near the center of the group, holds his lit stone high with one hand.\n\n\" Hurry, Druid, \" he urges, \" We know already where we're going. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Orestes launches into the air, the illuminated sunrod clenched tightly in his claws. You watch him recede into the distance, until he dives into the forest and you can no longer see his light.\n\nThe lizardman gives up trying to urge the party to safety. Instead he joins the group as it hastily packs up and dons armor.\n\nAny extra gear left behind is placed in the wagons for safety by Kiah and Elthan (who has been watching the chaotic events without comment).\n\nAs quickly as possible, the party heads in the direction indicated by Kiah on foot. The worgs have a significant head start and no sign of them can be seen, even in the full moonlight.\n\nKiah adjusts the group's heading slightly. \"They are on the move ...\"\n\nYou realize, with a sinking feeling, that there is almost no way you will reach your friends before the worgs do.\n\n[hr]\nThe woods are extremely quiet. Too quiet really.\n\nSuddenly, a bright light crashes down to the forest floor, like a comet. Tiriel is about to swat the light with her sword when she recognizes Nyssa's owl. The owl is holding a lit sunrod.\n\nIf the owl is surprised by Tiriel's newly enlarged form, he does not show it. Instead, he flaps his wings and moves toward the outer edge of the forest.\n\nThe four of you can see that the owl is trying to lead you out of the forest. You follow the bobbing light as quickly as possible. Tiriel occasionally bumps her head on bare tree branches as she tries to get used to her new height." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa stays in the middle of the group as they move. She gathers her robes and cloaks with one hand, trying to keep up with those who are more sure-footed in the woods.\n\nConcentrating for a second, she says, \"I believe Orestes has found them. He... he doesn't feel alarmed, so I don't think they're in danger yet.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia scowls as she sees the bright light. Owl. That Nyssa girl. What, they think we can't find our own damn way out? And might as well put up a bonfire and a sign saying 'here we are, come and get it!'. She follows along without comment." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Stupid bloody trees. \n ooc: funny thing, I was going to write something similar in my next post about Tiriel's height and trees, but ya beat me to it Dr.Bob.\nSince Tiriel is becoming so well aquanited with said trees, what kind are they? Are the tree limbs/braches a decent size? Are the branches low to the ground? Well you get my idea I think. " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nWatching Orestes silently take off into the darkness, Nolan asks off-handedly, \"Ever had owl, Yix?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Well, nice to know they were worried about us, but I don't see why they couldn't have just sent the owl and not the light...\" Shrugging, Lissa remounts Cloudy and dismisses her magical lights with a flick of her fingers. Now more than ever she's grateful to have the riding dog along; it's always hard for gnomes and halflings on foot to keep up with tall-folk in a hurry. She rides after Orestes, keeping wary eyes and ears open for any sign of danger." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix looks up broken from his recents thoughts, mainly dwelling on keeping up with the group and not becoming wolf-food, \"Is it anything like chicken?\" Yix asks licking his lips slightly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the forest ... \n\nThe four of you can hear movement to your left and to your right. Whoever they are, they are keeping out of sight. Tiriel's height gives her a slightly better view, but all she can make out are low shadowy forms moving off to the side, in the opposite direction from where you are heading.\n\nShe notes that the bare branches might be climbable for the smaller members of her group. She could probably give Lissa and Delphina and their dogs a boost up into the higher branches with her bare hands if she wanted to.\n\n[hr]\n The main party ... \n\nYou hustle towards the forest, directed by Kiah's link to your missing party members, making quick progress.\n\nJust when you are about to enter the forest, however, you see that the worgs have left a welcoming committee behind.\n\nYou can make out at least a dozen pairs of red eyes glowing in the underbrush. A growled challenge is issued. \"Our quarrel is not with you. Turn back and go in peace. Advance and we will rip your throats out.\"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"If you hunt the members of our group, then your quarrel is with us.\" It's a simple fact to her, and she says it without considering that her fellows might feel otherwise. \"However, perhaps there is a better way to solve this than violence. Allow our friends to rejoin us, and we can make reparations. Is there anything you desire more than revenge?\" \n What on earth would a worg want? Horses to eat? " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nThe darkness does much to conceal the rolling of Nolan's eyes but little to stifle his groan.\n\n Yes, let's reason with evil sentient wolves. Nyssa the negotiator, the worg whisperer. Gods! \n\nHe braces himself for the inevitable." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The alpha worg's voice is clear, though you can not tell exactly where it is coming from.\n\n\"Unprovoked, your wizard attacked a young member of my pack. Her wounds will heal, but our laws are clear - an eye for an eye, a fang for a fang.\n\n\"Hand over your wizard. The rest of you may go.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn shrugs. \"May I just point out he didn't kill her? As far as I'm concerned, you can beat him to within an inch of his life and we'll take him then and leave.\" Fizahn turns back and addresses the party. \"I say we let them rough him up. I don't want to get involved in this. It's Callos's own fault. He did attack unprovoked. As long as they don't kill him, I got no problems.\" Fizahn turns his attention towards Nyssa and begins advancing on her. His voice becomes slightly threatening and just a bit angry. \"You talk about them hunting one of our party and their quarrel being with us? Callos hurt one of their party so his quarrel is with them! Think about these things before you get me killed. They're in the right. Would you have stood up for Callos even if he had blasted a human, elf, or other form of gnome-oid? Please take time to reevaluate your position on this.\" Fizahn finishes talking and gives a cheerful grin that contradicts his previous tone. Once more, he turns his attention to the worg." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n As much as I hate to agree with that gnome, if all they want to do is wound him... " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nTipping his polearm far forewards, Lumpy braces his weight against the weapon's butt, taking a moment's rest. he snorts softly, seeming unconcerned if the worgs hear him or not\n\n\" Small chance'a that. I ain't got a doubt they mean ta kill him. Worgs ain't exactly evenhanded. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn frowns at Lumpy's comment. \"Okay, Nyssa, you can try talking them out of killing him, but don't think they'll let him go unscathed.\" He turns to Lumpy and grins. \"Well then, Lumpy,\" he whispers to the dour half-orc. \"Better him than me.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"You won't go unscathed either if you speak to my sister in that tone of voice again, little gnome,\" Nolan says firmly." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"And none of us will go unscathed if she continues speaking to the worgs like she is.\" Fizahn mentions to Nolan in an offhand comment." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe smiles at her brother's defense, but she's hardly upset at Fizhan's words.\n\n \"Fizhan, you have a valid point. Of course I mean no disrespect for the worgs or the harm one of ours has done to one of theirs.\" Nyssa does her best to use her personality to appeal to the worgs, but has no idea how she comes across. Maybe someone will jump in. Or maybe it's pointless to talk. I have no idea. \n\nShe looks towards the worgs. \"However, I know the winter must be harsh, and your packmate is injured. Perhaps one of ours could heal her? And possibly a gift to show our regret at the wrong that was done? A fight between us is senseless, it weakens us both, and both groups need to stay strong.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n Kiah puts her hand on Nyssa's arm and whispers \"Do you mind if I try? I think we are all willing to let this happen if he's not permanently damaged and if we can be sure of it.\" \n\n(EDIT: Opps, Nyssa got in front of me. Kiah'll wait to hear what the alpha worg says.)" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Nyssa nods to Kiah. \"Take it away, I'm out of my league,\" she says quietly. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan looks nervous as the group attempts to negotiate with the worgs. Any minute now, the worgs are just going to get fed up and attack, or by the time we settle to something Callos will already be dead.\n\nOr beat to an inch of his life. We'll find that out soon enough. \n\n\"I'd just like to say, for the record, I got a bad feeling about this.\"\n\n(OOC: Elthan will Ready an Action to cast Slow should the worgs decide to attack. He doesn't do anything until then.)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAfter a bout of silence, Aeroz finally pipes up.\n\n\" One of the main problems with the \"eye for an eye, fang for a fang\" philosophy is that in the end, everybody ends up blind and hungry. Instead of brutally mauling our esteemed wizard companion, perhaps he can just perform a service that will offset his \"crime\", as you put it. \"\n\nHis eyes shift back and forth as he tries to figure out how many worgs are present, and how many could possibly be taken out if the situation were to end up in armed (or clawed) conflict. Despite the tense situation, he seems to take up a relaxed stance.\n\n[ooc: Readying to feint one of the worgs if it comes within striking distance of Aeroz in a threatening manner. Bluff +10]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nEver the cat-burglar, Lissa notes a broad oak branch within Tiriel's reach. A very inviting branch, given the howls coming their way. \"Psst, Tiriel! Can you give me a boost up there?\" She points. \"Be nice if Cloudy could come too, but I've no idea how he would hang on.\" Lissa holds out her arms to giant Tiriel, looking like nothing so much as a child wanting mommy to pick her up. If they weren't in deadly danger, it would be funny." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nShe notes the gnome's words. I guess if this is going to happen here, that's as good an idea as any. \"That's a good idea. I'm no good up close and personal. Can you get me up there too? Gladi'll fight if she has to.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach beast, the others be right. This hardly be a good use of yer pack, lets sort somethin out that wont be the end of both of us. And forgvie me calling yer 'beast' if ya have a more personal name or title that would be acceptable.\" \n\nThokk stays where he is, though he lowers his sword slightly. His shield remains firmly in place\n\nOOC: Alpha designated as dodge partner" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " LizardKin Druid \n\nSsathiya stood silently beside Fizahn and Thokk, exchanging glances with Trinark. The reassuring glances on his dark calm face did more to soothe the agitated reptilian more than he might have realised.\n\nDespite his position in the tribe, he was never a social creature, his old master had remained concerned with his reticence until he'd shown up with Tcha one day.\n\nFizahn, Thokk & Elthan were the only living individuals, lizardkin or not that'd known him the longest. Remembering seeing Thokk die once he mutters in low voice but one which the dwarf would hear,\n \"This is no hunt. We must not kill with..out cause\" \n\nSentient races and the simpler beasts of the wild were a dichotomy to the simplistic druid. The wargs were an unencountered amalgam he did know how to respond to. The newcomers seemed to be able to engage them.\n\nHe stood claws at the ready with his neck spines erect." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Good idea. I was thinking along the same line. Hopefully the owl here can tell them where we are if there is trouble.\" \nTiriel carefully lifts Lissa and Delphina into one of the sturdier looking trees (without extremly low branches). She then lifts the dogs up to join their owners.\n\n\nWith the task at hand done, turns to the wizard and asks, \"Callos, how much time before this spell runs out? \n\nooc:\nthe dogs could wedge themselves into a fork between 2 large branches etc... I'm more worried about how we're going to get them down." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih stares down the worgs, his wolf adding a vicious snarl.\n\n \"This is going nowhere...\" He says quietly, his tone matching the wolf's growl." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark had witnessed standoffs like this before, or at least similar to this. When slavers both layed claim to a group of individuals they would often bicker back and forth. Neither side gained the advantage, it was all a bluffing game to bully the other side into backing down. This spectacle looked remarkably similar.\n\nAfter one of the comments about Callos being thrashed and yet not killed... And its me who they're gonna want to patch up the poor idiot. \n\nTrinark continued to watch, sparing glances around the group and in particular at the Druid. He still looked very agitated..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Well if you can give me an accurate rating of how much time has passed since I first cast them down to the seconds then I will be more then happy to tell you. If you can't...well...they should last roughly six minutes. \"\n\nCallos replied his eyes focusing in one the shadows that he could see all the while looking up the owl then to his companions. A plan was beginning to formulate in his mind when suddenly he sneezed.\n\n Huh. They say you only sneeze when someones making decisions for you without your consent. Nah, I don't know anyone who would do that....okay I know at least one but he's kinda far far away. \n\nAnyway its time to do some constructive work and pray that it works.\n\n\" Bird! You, owl! Tell your mistress to bring our supplies to this exact spot if their able within...well they have some time. We won't be here when they arrive however so make sure they know that! Now, do any of you ladies have any rope? If so I can crat a much safer area in which to take refuge until the cavalry comes charging in. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"No. It's back at camp. What are you planning now wizard?\" Tiriel asks Callos in a serious tone.\n\n this is ridiculous. i could get us all back to camp ... well maybe not the dogs... crap. they'll never leave without their dogs. how far away are we anyhow? hey wait a second, are we going in the right direction?!? \n \"Hey, does anyone know if we're heading in the right direction? " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Yeah, sure.\" Nonchalantly gripping the tree branch with her legs, Lissa sticks a hand into her haversack. Dimensional storage space, magic's great gift to gnomekind! She pulls out a coil of hemp rope and tosses it down at Callos. The rope is a little shorter than the 50' standard, but not by too much. \"There you go. What have you got in mind?\" Now that she's well above the reach of most animals, Lissa looks much calmer and more confident. The gnome keeps a wary eye out for danger, though.\n\n\nOOC: Handy haversack FTW!" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Yes, that way. She points definitively, with no sign of pause. She puts out a hand to ruffle Gladi's fur, hoping that the dog stays calm. Dogs don't belong in trees... Then she nocks the arrow to her bow one more time and waits." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the forest ... \n\nWith her companions and the two dogs perched safely (if uncomfortably) in a large tree, Tiriel stands with her back to the trunk, her (now) enormous flaming sword held ready.\n\nLissa and Callos busy themselves with a rope, while Delphinia and Tiriel peer into the darkness. Faint rustling can be heard from all around, and light reflected from Tiriel's sword can be seen from at least a dozen sets of eyes, peering at you from a safe distance. The eyes are all around you. You are surrounded, though the (presumed) wolves keep their distance.\n\n[hr]\n At the forest's edge ... \n\n\"They've stopped moving,\" whispers Kiah. \"Our people, that is.\"\n\nThere is a lull, while your group and the worgs face off in a stalemate. They seem as reluctant to engage you in head-to-head battle as you are. Surely there would be significant casualties on both sides if a general melee ensues.\n\nThere is a disturbance in the forest, and for a moment, several of the glowing eyes turn away to glance at the return of a pair of worg scouts.\n\nYou can hear several short barks and general growling as the scouts' message is spread to the entire group of worgs, then all eyes are once again fixed on your party.\n\nThe alpha worg steps forward, but keeps out of easy bowshot.\n\n\"We have found the wizard. He is attempting to hide in a tree ... like a squirrel.\n\n\"We have also found the remains of one of our scouts, slain by your shadow cat. \n\n\"The situation has changed. The Law now requires a life for a life. Choose a champion, and we will settle this blood debt.\"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah looks shocked at news that a worg has died from the claws of the shadow cat. Katrine I'd bet! That's torn it! I wonder if she is even aware of her actions? We need some time to work this out, without the prying eyes and ears of worgs... \n\nKiah looks over at Nyssa and sees her also shocked at the new news. Taking the initiative, Kiah steps forward and speaks in a clear, concerned tone\n\n \"This is very serious news to us. For the wizard it was simple, we all saw him and heard his arrogant excuses. This is a different matter and much more serious.\"\n\n\"You must give us time to look into this, and to talk with the shadow cat to see how this happened. We also need to see the body. Then we can consider this idea of a champion. We will need until noon today to go though these things.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Thokk. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Yeah, that's our Callos. He has a thing for height...what? \" Aeroz speaks, followed by a long stream of elven profanities." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n \"Champion? Yix thinks outloud, he ponders this for awhile, as he absentmindedly flexes his tiny muscles." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe burly orc tips his guisarme upwards to vertical, leaving it to stick there in the snow.\n\n\" No, this is better. Gives us a chance to settle things real easy. There ain't much reasoning with these tribal codes or whatever \" A gnarled hand slips to his belt, unlooping the more familair form of his flail, \" But this sort'a thing is more up my alley. This I can handle. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWith growing apprehension, Achkby watches Lumpy readying himself for single combat.\n\n I think Thokk should go...\n\nHmm... It might be harder for us to pick a 'champion' among ourselves than to settle this with the Worgs. Maybe we can challenge them to two duel, one for each offense, and Lumpy and Thokk can each fight one... " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, Half-breed, settle down. Ill take this. Yer still have things in life that need to get done. Fer me, its a tad different.\" \n\nTo the Worg\n\n \"Ill be the champion, and the rites shall be observed. What is needed, and will I have proper time to prepare?\" \n \"Soul-father protect me and the honor of the clan\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe moment the dwarf speaks up, he feels a clawed hand come to rest firmly on his shoulder.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nHe pauses before continuing,\n\" I will not watch you die again.\"\n\nThe ornery dwarf turns to see a determined expression on the reptilian as he strides forward.\n\n\"Keeping this pack as one is my place\"\n\n\"You are all brave warriors and all of you are needed for the hunt of sethra. Find the others and leave. this is the path before you. Go.... now.\"\n\nHe moves forward.\n\"Come then\", he yells out to the alpha male." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Godsdamn it. \n\n\" No, Druid! Let Thokk fight this fight. He can survive, surely, and we can all move on. \"\n\n\" Thokk, can we enhance you? \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n damn it... what the... \n \"Hold it everybody!\" \n\n\"We don't know anything yet.\" Kiah says crossly \"We don't know the rules, we don't know what will happen if the champion wins, OR if they lose. We don't even know what happened out there until we can talk to the rest of them. So before you go get your macho self-images in a knot let's sit down and figure this out like sentient beings. All we need now is some random attacks that get us into further trouble. Or have you forgotten that's how this all got started?\" \n males! \n\nKiah is vexed." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan cast a spell in the back, making him glow slightly as he walks to the front. He has two potions in one hand, and a spear in the other. \"Thokk, Druid, everyone. Let me handle this one, please. I've felt completely useless since we left the underdark, and I want to make that up. I know I can handle this, I've thought this through.\"\n\nHe turns away from the group and to the worgs, \"I'll be the champion, but as Kiah pointed out, I would like to be aware of all rules before I begin. I am commited whatever the rules are.\"\n\n(OOC: Elthan cast Mage Armor and is prepared to swig either Eagles Splendor or Shield of Faith +2 at the first sign of action. If possible, he'll swig one while the details are said, and the other once hostilities begin, if he is allowed by the others to fight. Elthan's been in the back too long, and needs some action.)" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smiles a little. She can't help it, the situation is absurd. People climbing over each other to fight a talking wolf because a cat-person had killed another talking wolf while it was probably planning to eat their wizard that had electrocuted another talking wolf.\n\nAnd then she nods in agreement with Kiah. \"Kiah is correct. Find out the rules before you engage, and the consequences of losing -- it might be worse than a direct engagement. What if you have to fight on all fours, unarmed and unarmoured, to make it even?\" Though I suppose the lizardkin might win that fight. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs Elthan steps forward, Achkby turns from motioning at the Druid to stare.\n\n\" What? \" he shouts incredulously." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nFeeling the hand on his shoulder, Thokk is completely stopped short and a bit taken back what the lizardman says\n\n \"Ach, lad, this be my place. I am protectin the honor of our group, our clan, our tribe. That is... was my sole purpose, and ill be damned if I don't smite them like the hammer itself\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches everyone offer to fight the challenge with a slight grin on his face. \"Very well! I wil fight the challenger!\" Fizahn's voice is slightly sarcastic and he looks to be holding back laughter. \"Can noone in this group decide on anything? I'm all for letting you fight him. It's your place in the group, just like you said.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, this is NOT the time for joking around. I'm partially protecting yer honor as well.\" " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n This is going nowhere fast. \n\nNolan's first inclination was to meet the challenge and champion the group but the ensuing debate about who or what that champion was to be prevents him from getting further involved. He waits, impassively watching the worgs and hoping this would all get resolved soon.\n\nSuddenly a thought occurs to him, What shadowcat? " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Listen, if this thing has to end in fighting, Thokk? Edgar? Eltha...Fizhan? Just swat the damn thing and get it over with. \"\n\nAeroz flicks the ground with his sword in the usual fashion to demonstrate his impatience.\n\n\" If we are going to be voting, I'll just say Thokk then. He's proven in the past that even the gods of death don't want to put up with him, so my bet is he is going to be safe. But please, before I drop dead of old age, are we going to fight, or no? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I'm sorry Thokk. I just find it odd that everyone wants to fight when you're obviously the best choice. Also, my honor isn't the one that lightning bolted a worg and got us into the original situation. My honor isn't the one that killed another worg and got us into the duel. I'm still debating wether worgs deserve my honor too.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The alpha worg sits back on his haunches and yawns. Behind him, the worgs hidden in the forest begin to howl.\n\n[hr]\nTiriel keeps her back to the tree containing her companions. The \"wolves\" appear to be keeping their distance, but they clearly want to keep you contained. They seem content to sit and wait for now.\n\nIn the distance, a chorus of howls fills the air. Soon, the \"wolves\" surrounding the tree begin to howl as well. The riding dogs in the tree shiver uncomfortably as though suppressing a desire to join in the howling as well.\n\nTiriel's limbs begin to feel a little heavy, and it seems to her that the ground is a little closer than it had been. Callos' magic is beginning to wear off ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizard fixes his gaze out the outspoken Kiah and gives a snort with a crinkling of his large green nostrils. Evidently, he doesn't think much of her notion to investigate the terms of the duel.\n\nPerhaps the unspoken rules were sufficient for him.\n\nHe nods to Thokk and the way he lids his eyes and softens his features convey the regard he has for the old dwarf. The bowing of his head showing the respect for the dwarf and his words.\n\n \"Sheyra needs you...I can protect our ...honor \n How noble of Voice-of-Thunder! \nHis eyes fix on the alpha male.\n\n This is not about honour...It is about the old Law...blood for blood.. life for life \n\nHe utters, \"Magic is what brought us down this path, it will not guide us out\" loudly for Elthan's benefit.\n\nHe nods to Fizahn and locks eyes with Trinark one last time. For a final look of understanding before fixing his eyes on his opponents.\n\n \"No more talk\" , he says with an air of finality." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n oh hell. I guess I'd better join them. \n\nTiriel will grab onto one of the higher branches that she can reach and wait for the spell to wear off. When it does, she'll pull herself up onto the branch.\n\n \"Well, we can either stay up here until these hell-wolfs leave, or until help shows up, or we can go find out what's going on back at the camp. What's the vote? " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah shrugs wirily to herself. With a glance at Nyssa and a roll of her eyes she sets herself for a long wait.\n\n if this where less tense, i would pull up a chair and enjoy it. the worgs just need to say a few words, and we are too busy bickering to pay attention to them. \n\nShe checks on the other 4. Who have not moved.\n(OOC: how far are they away now?)\n\n might as well watch the worgs. i might catch a change in their attitude. \n\n(OOC: Kiah will watch the Worgs continually doing sense motive (+4), looking for current motives and changes)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" As much as I would love to get back to my belongings I don't think the wolves are just going to let us go. And from persanol expierence I also do not believe that everyone present is actually ready to go and fight a bunch of wolves. My vote is to stay here until they leave. Is there anyone present who knows what or who killed the wolf? Or how to contact it? \"\n\nCallos sat a little bit uneasily on the tree branch, his eyes closed as his fingers gripped the branch tightly. The necromancer was careful not to make any movements that might upset his balance so it looked alot like he was paralyzed. Didn't help he was hyperventiliating.\n\n((Fixed. Thanks kuja.))" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Not a damn clue. And I get the feeling that there's a lot more of them than there are of us. Somehow, I think they might be able to shake us loose if we just started shooting them. On top of which, we can't even rightly see them.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa rolls her eyes back at Kiah, and can't help another small smile. At least my brother isn't marching in this macho 'I can beat up a worg better than you can' parade. She side-steps to stand closer to Kiah and whispers, \"If I was the worgs, I would just attack us rather than listen to this.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy simply shrugs, taking the implications that Thokk is a more suitable champion than himself in stride,\n\n\" Whatever. Whoever does it, just don't screw up. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan walks over and stands in front of the Lizard. \"Druid, there is nothing magical that I can do to win a fight. I will still have to fight, like anyone else, hand to hand, weapon to weapon, in order to win.\"\n\"I have never finished a fight, not with magic or anything esle. I've never done so for the group, always watching from the back as they deliver the final blow and count thier kills. I've done enough watching, I want to do something important for the group. I'm ready to step up from the back. Please Druid, let me have this chance.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk watches, torn, as Elthan and the Druid both try to take the spot of champion, knowing they each have their own reasons. The lizard, for protecting him and the group as the whole, and the remaining Elthan, trying to prove his own worth\n\n \"Ach, Scaley one, that means a lot to me. But simply, this is what I have always done, and what I shall always do. If I get in trouble, I excpet yer to come and fetch me out, aye?\" \n\nTurning to Elthan\n\n \"Lad, we know you are there. Ye dont need to kill something to help. This isnt the place for you, play yer strenghts elsewhere. For this fight, I fight for us all. If ye can cast something to protect me, ye are helping in your own way, and thats all I can ask, lad\" \n\nTo the Alpha Worg\n\n \"Ach, I asked ye once beastie, what are the rules of the engagement? Fer all yer talk of honor, you havnt dont the lest to explain how this honor fight shall be worked out.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel is puzzled by the reactions of Callos of Delphina; neither really seems comfortable in the tree, but both of them seem to want to stay. As Delphina finishes, Tiriel says \"Oh I can fix that if you, I mean we, need to see them.\nAnd how would we know anything about the cat? \n\nUnlike Callos, Tiriel is completly at ease in the tree and gently swings her legs trying to ease her feeling of unease.\n\n\nooc: @ Callos - err, our little group knows nothing about the \"shadow\" cat except that a) it's a large cat, and b) it killed a worg wolf-thing." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The alpha worg ***** his head.\n\n\"Rules? Honor?\" The worg seems genuinely puzzled.\n\nSeveral other worgs shake their heads. Kiah senses a change in their attitudes. Excitement seems to have been replaced by contempt. It looks like they have interpeted the arguments and delay of the party as a sign of cowardice.\n\nThat Thokk seems to want to outline \"rules\" for a fight to the death apparently strikes the worgs as a sign of additional weakness.\n\n[hr]\nTiriel gradually shrinks back to normal size then clambers up into the tree, joining her companions.\n\nThe circle of \"wolves\" closes in slightly. They keep a safe distance from the tree, but they clearly mean to prevent any of you from escaping.\n\nThe owl shakes its wings in frustration, the sunrod still gripped in one claw, while it balances on a high branch with the other.\n\nStalemate." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy stretches languidly, something akin to a chuckle on his lips,\n\n\" I tried telling ya this was my kind'a fight. Ya sure ya wanna go through with it? I ain't so particular as ta need rules. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah blows air noisily. \"Yup, looks like you got it again. The worgs ain't too impressed with our arguments. They think we are cowards for all this chatter. Toss a dagger in the air or something. But we'd best decide quickly.\" .\n\nShe looks at Lumpy \"Would a spell of protection be out of line?\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Thokk, I know I don't have to do anything, but its just that which bothers me, that I could just be in the back, completly obscured. I know I don't have to do this for the group, but if so I'll take my chances and do this for myself.\"\n\n\"Kiah may be right. The worgs are looking a bit restless. Anyone who wants to do this, gather round. I'll cast an arrow and it will be decided randomly.\"\n\nElthan sets down his potions and spear, takes a step back, and after casting, a blue facsimlie of an arrow floats in front of him.\n\n(OOC: Cast Prestidignation . DB or I can roll a dice after everyones voiced up. The arrow will spin and stop randomly on an individual and he'll fight.)" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nWatching the creatures below, Delphinia starts getting a burning feeling in her gut. She reaches over and takes the sunrod from the owl, then looks at Callos. \"You know, those look like wolves. But they sure aren't acting like wolves. I can think of one thing for sure that falls under that category. What do you think they are?\" As she speaks, her expression slowly shifts from neutrality to suspicion to the start of something much more ugly.\n\n{Edited to take the sunrod. Poor owl. :)}" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay, no rules. Just charge him Thokk.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk shurgs, picks up his bastard sword, and starts walking towards the wolves. As he walks, he calls over his shoulder\n\n \"Ach, Elthan, keep my back safe for me. Druid, Protect the tribe \"\n\nThokk continutes to walk up, then gets into a defensive stance once he is close to the worg\n\n \"Ach, come and get some ye bastard\" \n\nOOC: Thokk Readies an action to strike as soon as the worg is in range" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" That's how we do it, Thokk! \" says Achkby, setting his spear in the ground. He stays wary, though, in case something goes other than according to plan." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan raises a brow at Thokk's actions. Well that happened a lot sooner than I thought it would. He remains alert should any creature other than the challenger act." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih calls out with some rather...unique encouragement; all the while carrying a look on his face like what he said was the smartest thing he had ever uttered.\n \"I've got ale for ya Thokk, but only if you bring me a pelt.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah looks surprised when Thokk put himself forward, she glances at Ethan and the Druid to see how they take it.\n\n maybe i've been away from civilization for too long. nice quiet forest. predicable creatures. friends that wait for you too finish before running off. (sigh), i feel old. \n\nIn a gloomy mood, she goes back to studying the worgs." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe knows four, and she knows safe, and she knows high, but that is all she can feel from Orestes at this distance. She resists the urge to call the owl to her, and instead watches Thokk step forward, taking the challenge.\n\nNyssa gives a quick sympathetic glance to Kiah, and then focuses on the fight to come.\n\n There's no way reason can be heard in a group this big, not without a leader that makes it so. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nCasually, Lumpy loops his flail over the back of his neck, letting the weapon rest against his shoulders with ends pulled taut by the weight of his arms,\n\n\" Or the dwarf can go. Whatever. \"\n\nAs Thokk moves out of easy listening range, the orc throws a casual glance at the rest of his party,\n\n\" Heh, he's awfully confident fer someone with such a poorly developed style. Makes me wonder if he's all there in the head sometimes. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan drops his shoulders in a sigh. This is just not fair. There's just no argueing with a dwarf. \n\n\"So be it.\"\n\nElthan resigns to stay back, but pulls out a scroll and discharges the spell on Thokk. \"You can do this, just let me have the next chance, ok?\"\n\n(OOC: Cast Bulls Strength from scroll. Thokk has +4 strength for three minutes.)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian simply sighs as his prediction that any enquiry on \"rules\" would be seen as a weakness. The 'rules' were unwritten. This was the wild after all.\n\nHe knew in his heart that Voice-of-Thunder was the better warrior. He frowns at the Serpent-slayer's remark but doesn't say anything. His prowess had earned him the right to some comments.\n\nHe yells out \n\"sShedding more blood will not make right the... the.. whole..ness of the land. You... care NOT for the Wyld. What YOU want, beast? Yes. Blood for blood. Eye for an eye. You hunt us and expect uss not to fight in defense? What you seek, beast who speaks in the tongues-of-man?\" \n\nHis face screws up in a mixture of anger and frustration." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Dozens of red eyes stare unblinkingly from the forest's edge as Thokk ignores Elthan's arrow and steps forward to challenge the alpha male. Elthan lets the snub pass without comment. Instead, the half-elf pats Thokk on the back as he passes, imbuing the dwarf with additional strength.\n\nThe lizardman calls out one last time as Thokk takes up a defensive position behind his tower shield.\n\nThe alpha snarls back at the druid. \"I care not for your patronizing tone lizard. Who are you to speak of the wyld, you who walks on two feet among other bipeds, stinking of civilization, wearing clothing and carrying weapons?\n\n\"What wrong has my pack done to you or yours? If a member of my pack attacked one of yours unprovoked, what would you and yours have done in return? If another member of my pack then slew one of your companions in cold blood, how would you suggest we could 'make things right'?\n\n\"I offer one-on-one combat that will spare both of our packs unnecessary bloodshed and death. You and your barbaric kind would not have been so generous I'll warrant.\"\n\nThe alpha male steps forward from beneath the trees as he shouts his reply to the lizardman. The \"worg\" seems to be breathing heavily.\n\nAs the \"worg\" hyperventilates, his form changes before your eyes. His limbs thicken and, as he approaches Thokk, he rises up on his hind legs until he is walking erect.\n\nWhen the alpha stops, 30 yards from Thokk, he has transformed into some kind of half-wolf, half-man hybrid. He is suddenly calm, almost whispering now. \"Was I before a man who dreamt about being a wolf, or am I now a wolf who dreams of being a man ...\"\n\nHe tilts his head back and howls at the moon, spreading his arms and extending his fingers, which end in wicked claws.\n\nThe rest of his pack joins in, raising the hairs on the back of your necks with their howling, which can even be heard deep in the forest where Callos and the others are holed up in a tree ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk holds his action. The werewolf lord transforms into his hybrid form. The two combatants are separated by 90 feet. SD, please generate an initiative roll. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya feels immediately insulted to be told he stinks of civilisation. He can't help involuntarily sniffing himself.\nSeeing the pack-leader change form, he gasps in shock. He'd heard about shape-changers. Something between lizardman and animal.\n\n SEMUANYA!...I would have spared its life. Now I pray Voice-of-Thunder kills it before it leads its pack into destruction. \n\nHe looks back to his own packmates and mutters (albeit unnecessarily), \"This is not good. The pack follows one that is not their breed\" \n\nHis face is aghast and he stands shock-still looking guility at Elthan.\n \"What have we done?\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark had been relegated to the position of observer, during the internal bickering over who would face the Worg. He had no intention of volunteering, he thought what Callos did was wrong and he deserved to be punished for it.\n\nTrinark knew little of Thokk, but he looked like a capable warrior. Given the current state of affairs, he hoped Thokk would prevail.\n\nAs the Worg transformed, the irony of the situation was revealed. Trinark couldn't help himself, he broke into a laugh. He tried his best to conceal his laughter behind his hand...\n\n Now this is getting interesting! " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Holy--!\n\nAnd he d speaks of... us being unnatural!\n\nThough... do I... am I not becoming like him? " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah hisses through her teeth...\n\n \"Lycanthropy!\"\n\n\"If Thokk gets bitten we may lose him! Even if he wins the fight! We must help protect him! \n\nLiving in the wilds, it is something that she has seen before the wolf form, one of the most evil and hardest to control... \n\nShe thinks furiously, \"I can give him some protection, but I have to touch him. Can anyone make me invisible?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokks eyes widen slightly as the beast transforms, then breaks into a grin\n\n \"Ach, a true challange then. So be it, beastie. Come and die.\" \n\nThokk Calmly strodes 20 feet closer to the Werewolf and once again picks up his defensive stance\n\n Thokk Init (1d20+1=21) \n\nOOC: Hoo Rah! Thokk takes a single move action closer and readies an action to attack the instant the werewolf is in range" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa shakes her head at Kiah. \"I don't have any ability to conceal you. Or any way to aid Thokk.\" She watches the fight as it starts, ready to cast a spell the instant it looks like the worgs will break their word." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n How many of this pack are his spawn? \n\n\" I have a scroll, \" ventures Achkby, \" What are you going to do? \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Well damn, that complicates things. \n\nNolan stands ready should anything go wrong." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa looks over at Delphinia from where she's lounging in the fork of a branch. The gnome has been amusing herself by making snowballs out of the snow collected on the tree; she's managed a fair-sized, albeit precarious pile of them so far. \"You mean wolves aren't supposed to act like that?\" Ahh, city slickers. A title which Lissa wears proudly. She looks genuinely puzzled. \"So if they're not wolves, what in the Nine Hells are they? Werewolves... nah, if they could change shape to climb after us they'd have done it by now.\" Lissa gives the ranger a questioning look." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan stands just a bit dumbstruck at the transformation. It's just not something one can anticipate. \"We've put our friend in more danger than we had intentioned to.\" , he responds to the druid.\n\nHe backs up into the group nervously, setting the two potions back into his pack and pulling out another. He passes the new potion to Kiah. \"If you really need to be invisible, drink that, but I advise against any unnecesarry foolishness. Thokk can win.\" \n\n(OOC: Potion of Invisibility, CL 2 if you need it.)" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah grabs the potion from Elthan.\n\n \"I doubt it...and he'll be a werewolf tomorrow if he does.\" \n\nShe quaffs the potion. \"Yell at the werewolf. Call him names. Anything. Just make noise....\" \n\nKiah moves toward Thokk as quickly and quietly as she can (move silently +0), running through all the spells she can cast in her head... protection from evil, barkskin, magic weapon... does thokk have a magic weapon?... resistance, prayer... " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"I'll keep you both in contact, then.\" Nyssa closes her eyes for a few seconds and concentrates intently.\n\n{Nyssa casts Message using Silent Spell and Still Spell. Because she's using metamagic, it will take a full round to cast. She'll establish the spell with Thokk and Kiah.}" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia directs her ugly scowl out into the darkness. \"Normal wolves probably would have left us alone in the first place. If they were going to attack, they would have just done it while we were getting into the tree. Or they would have tried to shake us down by now. If they weren't going to attack, they should have left by now. But this waiting, it's eerie. It's almost like they're smart.\" \n She watched helplessly while the wolflike creature snatched her father up in its jaws as he tried to scramble away. It began chewing; each movement of its jaw bringing a terrified, agonizing scream from his lips. When it turned to look at her, somehow she knew that those red eyes could tell she was still alive and terrified of it. And it liked that. It liked that a lot. \n\nDelphinia shook her head to clear the memory. Without even putting a conscious thought behind it, she lifted her bow with a pair of arrows to the string and tried to sight one of the creatures in the darkness." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n \"What does she mean?\" \nHe points to Kiah but asks Elthan the question.\n\n \"How will he become shapechanger next day?\" \n\nHe eyes Thokk with concern remembering his former death. This resurfaces a similar memory and he glances to Trinark momentariy." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"I don't know about smart, but they're organized.\" She pauses, \"They seem bent on keeping us up here and not attacking, which isn't any fun ... Is anyone else wondering why? " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix for the most part just sits and watches, momentarily awed by Thokk's bold words to the now terrifying Wolf Lord." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach Hajih, get that ale ready for me, I'll be thirsty after rending this beastie apart\" \n\nThokk stares at the Werewolf and spits into the ground infront of it\n\n \"Hark, unnatural creature. You do not belong amonst them, for thee are of another cursed race. You shall be vanquished\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches Thokk step forward to challenge the werewolf. As the werewolf changes form, his eyes widen. He smiles as Kaih drinks the potion of invisibility. Yes. My personal favorite favorite code of honor. She'd better be out of there before she becomes visible though. He then begins shouting insults at the werewolf. \"You don't know who you're messing with pup. Bring back his ragged pelt Thokk. Callos needs a blanket and even one as tattered as that is better than none.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n Now to hope nothing bad comes out of turning that girl invisible. \n\nAfter finding a place to stand next to the Lizard, Elthan is patient in his reply. \"Unless he is something odder, Thokks opponent is a werewolf, and thus lycanthropic. If wounded by a lycanthrope, there is a high chance victim turns into one himself.\" \n\nElthan takes a short breath before continueing a bit more. \"I never really believed that, since most stories I've heard involved the victim being killed in the attack, or running away unharmed from the encounter. I suppose I'll be forced to test that thought after this.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHis own thoughts had begun to drift down the same path as the other halflings even as she spoke the words.\n\n\" ....This isn't right. We need to return to camp immiedetely \"\n\nHis words where terse and even though the necromancer didn't even want to move his eyes began to dart around the trees and even on the ground below looking for inspiration. Retreating into a hyper dimensional space was no longer a viable option. Not with the way these 'wolves' were acting. But how to get back to camp...Running on the ground was out of the question. But maybe...\n\n\" The trees. Start looking for a path through the tree tops back towards where every one else is. Staying here is no longer to our benefit. \"\n\n((OOC: Going to look for a path of sturdy branches or an opening among the worgs/werewolves.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nIt's probably a good thing that Callos suggested something to do, because Lissa had a snowball in hand aimed at the nearest wolf-thing. She begins to nod, then frowns. \"Hey, the dogs can't climb. If we just leave them here, they'll freeze.\" Frustrated, Lissa winds up and throws her snowball straight at a worg's face...\n\n\nOOC: I couldn't resist! I'm sorry! The snowballs are loosely packed, so they shouldn't do any damage." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The howling fades away into the night, leaving the darkness thick with anticipation. Deep in the forest, Callos, Delphinia, Tiriel and Lissa consider attempting to make their way through the branches of the trees. The trees are dense here, and their bare branches are entangled enough to allow passage from tree to tree for those nimble enough (or small enough) to keep their balance.\n\nSome of the \"wolves\" below lick their lips, but they keep their distance. Their howling stops suddenly, and they seem to be waiting for something. Their ears are pricked up, but they seem to be listening to something far away.\n\nLissa smacks one of the distracted wolves in the face with a snowball. It leaps forward with a snarl, but a quick bark from another wolf halts it in its tracks. It returns to its position, eyes burning red as it glares at Lissa.\n\n[hr]\nThe forest falls silent.\n\nThe werewolf lord lowers his head and locks eyes on the dwarf. Without a word, he starts his charge, picking up speed as he covers the ground between the two of them with frightening speed.\n\nThokk braces himself behind his tower shield (which is taller than he is), settled into a wide stance, his bastard sword chambered over his shoulder.\n\nThe werewolf crashes into the tower shield at full tilt and, despite the dwarf's low center of gravity, Thokk is forced backwards two feet by the force of the impact.\n\nThe werewolf slams the shield aside and slashes Thokk with his claws, but not before the dwarf thrusts viciously into the beast's belly. It is not immediately obvious whether the sword penetrates the werewolf's thick hide.\n\nThe half-man, half-monster rakes the dwarf with his claws in a frenzy, sending sprays of blood radiating outward. The droplets of blood glitter in the moonlight as they sail through the air. Thokk fights back with equal ferocity, his sword singing as it cuts again and again ...\n\n\n\nOOC: After the first round, Thokk and the werewolf are only 10' apart.\n\nIn round 2, I assume that Thokk agains holds his action and attacks before the werewolf's charge takes effect. The werewolf hits AC 36 for 14 damage.\n\nIn round 3, Thokk can act again before the werewolf's full attack takes effect. The werewolf hits AC 28 and 34 for 14 and 16 damage.\n\nMeanwhile, Kiah becomes invisible and approaches Thokk, while Nyssa links Kiah and Thokk together. Kiah action (whatever is turns out to be) will take effect in round 3.\n\nSD, please submit attacks and damage against AC 17 for round 2 and AC 19 for round 3. Take into account the werewolf's damage reduction of 10.\n\n\n\nFor the characters trapped in the woods, movement through the trees is possible at one half speed, but each round each character needs to make a DC 15 balance check each round to make any progress. Failure by 5 or more means that you can't move for one subsequent round. Failure by 10 or more results in a fall. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nA nervous grin came to his face when Lissa threw the snowball down to peg one of the wolves but a realization came to him.\n\n\" ...I don't thnk their allowed to hurt us. I know it sounds crazy but I think its safe to move through the trees. Which way is back to camp? \"\n\nEvery fiber of his being was screaming out that he shouldn't move. Too dangerous and he would fall down. But this place was even more dangerous to stay. Clinging unto the tree he was sitting on with a death grip, Callos pulled himself up to his feet and mentally cursed his sad sorry footing. The necromancer had some degree of balance but this would be tricky.\n\n((Oh monkey spit... Alright I just made all of the rolls for the next ten rounds to save some time. Here they are.\n\n 1d20+3=9, 1d20+3=9, 1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=12, 1d20+3=22, 1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=4, 1d20+3=20, 1d20+3=20, 1d20+3=16 ))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin rushes up out of the shadows next to Elthan and Fizahn. Blood is splattered across her face and chest, but she does not seem to be wounded. \"What's going on? Who--\" Katrin cuts herself off abruptly, seeing the werewolf. She shudders, then pulls herself together. \"No... Stop this! Stop fighting! \" she screams. She stares straight at the werewolf lord, her expression full of emotion." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa whispers quietly, her voice reaching Kiah and Thokk. \"Thokk, Kiah is invisible and coming to aid you with spells. Please make noise to cover her approach. You may both whisper back a short message now if you need to.\" \n\nAs Katrin emerges from the woods, Nyssa looks towards her in alarm. \"Uh oh,\" she breathes quietly to her brother.\n\nShe sends a sense of agitation to Orestes, hoping his sudden shift in mood might alert the others that something is going on.\n\n{ Knowledge: Arcana (1d20+11=24) -- can I figure out about the DR?}\n\n{And, to make things easy, just assume Nyssa repeats anything Kiah or Thokk need her to, since all messages go back to her but not to each other. Otherwise I'll be posting \"Kiah said...\" all day.}" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia isn't listening anymore. I'm such an idiot. If I live through this, I have to apologize to Callos. He was right. Staring into those red, red eyes, she lines up the shot, two arrows at once. If only he'd killed it instead of just wounding it. For my clan, for my family, and most of all, for me. \"Burn in hell,\" she snarls quietly as the arrows fly, a red haze fogging her vision.\n\n{to hit: first arrow: 20 + 6 = 26, 7+6 = 13 to confirm, second arrow: 7 + 6 = 13 \nassuming first one hits and does not confirm, damage is 4 + 1 cold = 5 }" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "...that was strange.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Katrin! calls Achkby in surprise, his attention temporarily wrested away from the fight.\n\" Have you seen Tiriel and the others?! \"\n\n[OOC]Yeah, Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+11=29) [/OOC]" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah makes her way across the clearing as quickly as possible. However it's not quick enough. The monster charges Thokk at frightening speed. The collision sets her teeth on edge and the ferocity of the attack almost stops her in her tracks. Time stops for Kiah as the spray of blood sparkles in the moonlight. All she sees is a small warrior hopelessly pitted against an insane evil...\n\n not gonna happen \n\nAs the combatants fall apart after that first awful charge Kiah moves into place 10' behind Thokk. Kiah hesitates, not knowing what spell to use first and thinking she may only get one. Precious seconds are lost as she is torn between magic weapon and protection from evil . Finally, not knowing what kind of magic Nyssa has used to connect them she speaks clearly, but softly enough that the werewolf will have no chance of overhearing.\n\n \"Thokk! Hold your sword behind you if you need it magic!\" \n\nKiah waits on a hair trigger with the words of magic weapon on her lips.\n\n (OOC: hold action until late in the 3rd round, speak, ready magic weapon for Thokk holding his sword behind him) \n\nEDIT: What are Thokk's hit points? Is he almost dead and the end of the 3rd round? If Kiah can see this she will burn Clairvoyance for a cure serious wounds (3d8+6)\n instead of magic weapon." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan's face is impassive as the fight starts, his discipline and training coming to the fore. A slight twitch in his left eyelid is the only sign that Thokk's bloody injury registers with the monk." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk rightens himself, blood seeping from numerous wounds in his body. He retains consciousness through pure will of effort, and starts hacking madly at the werewolf, trying to drive it back as all else fades from his vision\n\nIn a strangly calm voice Thokk yells back\n\n \"Aye, lads, this is not good.\" \n I don't want to leave again... \n\nThokks Round 2 Attacks\nPower Attack, -2 to hit +2 damage\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+9=21) \n Thokk to Hit (1d20+4=15) \n\nHit\n Thokk Damage (1d10+9=17) \n\nThokk Round 3 Attacks\nNormal\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+11=23) \n Thokk to Hit (1d20+6=18) \n\nHit\n Thokk Damage (1d10-3=4) \n\nOOC: Ouch. Thats really painful. The first damage roll needs 10 subtracted from it, I took that into consiteration in the second roll. It may be time for others to start comming in, for some reason I dont think this is a fair fight as it is right now..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa watches in horror as Callos slips on the icy branches, and then Delphinia suddenly starts shooting at the not-wolves. \"Well, that's just torn it. So much for stealth and subtlety.\" Despite her sarcastic remarks, the gnome is loading her crossbow as she speaks. Then she closes her eyes, places one hand on the crude silver medallion at her chest, and chants briefly in Celestial. \"Baravar, please bless your servant and her allies!\" \n\n\nOOC: Load crossbow and cast bless. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n It's a damned good thing he's prepared to die. \n\nLumpy leaves his flail draped across his neck like some grim fashion accessory as he watches Thokk take a good solid thrashing,\n\n\" Now, don't get me wrong, he ain't bad in a fight, but he's really going about it all wrong. Defense is swell, and it's got its uses, but fuzzy over there just showed why offense usually wins these sorts'a things. Shields are fer big battles and buying time. In a duel, yer better off devoting yerself ta winning than fending off attacks. \"\n\nThe orc's critique is delivered matter-of-factly and easily, as if he were discussing the quality of his morning coffee and not alife or death affair. Abruptly, his tone changes to one slightly more serious, but tinged with faint frustration,\n\n\" Alright, show'a hands, who's got serious moral issue with letting the dwarf die in this misguided honor-duel crap? Might as well getthe voting over with before it's too late. \"\n\nHe leaves his own hand down, naturally." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin takes in what Elthan says and frowns as he tries to wrap his mind around it.\n\n a sickness.. \n\nWhen Kiah interferes by turning invisible he actually blurts out,\n \"Wait. She cannot..\" \n\nShe would betray the terms of the challenge and most likely be detected and killed. More importantly to the druid's way of thinking, risk the entire pack's safety if the werewolf ordered an attack in retaliation.\n\nHe looked around for support and was shocked to be tugged back. He didn't miss the vicious attacks on Thokk and bared his teeth reactively.\n\nBefore he could say anything the missing Walks-in-Shadows returns and yells for the fight to cease. He turns to see if Tiriel and the others returned with her." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"If it helps anyone's decision, Orestes has become very upset. I believe that either the group in the woods attacked, or has been attacked.\" Nyssa watches the fight carefully, and prepares herself to meddle, as she is so prone to do.\n\nShe whispers quietly, sending her message, \"Kiah, I think there's a problem with the other group. And Thokk's going to lose.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nAfter Thokk takes the first full round of deadly attacks from the monster, Kiah heals Thokk (hopefully) and hears Nyssa'a information. She whispers back\n\n \"The other group has not been damaged. Thokk will be dead in a round unless someone does something!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin's sudden appearance at the forest's edge surprises your party and the worgs alike.\n\nThe werewolf lord freezes, one clawed hand still wrapped around Thokk's throat, the other pinning Thokk's sword arm at the bicep.\n\nAll eyes turn to the blood-spattered rogue. Si'rene sprints to her side, \"Are you hurt?\" Katrin shakes her head no.\n\nKiah takes this opportunity to creep forward. She reaches an invisible hand out and touches Thokk's forehead, partially healing his wounds. The werewolf lord is only inches away. His nostrils flare, but if he is aware of Kiah's proximity, he does not show it. Instead he keeps his red eyes locked on Katrin.\n\nSlowly, the werewolf lord relaxes his grip on Thokk and steps backwards. \"We are done here. Blood for blood.\"\n\nThe werewolf lord turns his back on Thokk and begins to walk back towards the woods, towards Katrin and Si'rene. The worgs concealed in the woods likewise begin to converge on the rogue and the gray elf. Si'rene nocks two arrows and points her longbow at the approaching werewolf.\n\n\"Where are the others?\" she whispers to Katrin.\n\n[hr]\nCallos begins creeping forward along the highest branches toward the next tree. Lissa sighs and starts to follow, but when she looks back, she sees Delphinia glaring at the wolves below with pure hatred in her eyes. Before Lissa can react, Delphinia shoots one of the wolves who yelps and disappears into the darkness.\n\nThe other wolves are on their feet, teeth bared.\n\nBefore Delphinia can reload, however, Callos slips and falls out of the tree. Tiriel launches herself out of the tree as well, catching the necromancer in midair. There is the sound of a loud flapping of wings, and Tiriel gently lowers herself and Callos to the ground.\n\n\"Stand back,\" she whispers to Callos.\n\nTiriel raises her sword and suddenly the woods are flooded with a blinding light. Lissa and Delphinia turn their heads and avert their dark-adapted eyes. Peeking through slitted eyelids, they see an amazing sight ...\n\nAn angel stands proudly, resplendent in shining armor, a flaming sword held aloft as she spreads a pair of enormous white wings. She shakes her blond hair out of her face, revealing achingly beautiful features and piercing blue eyes.\n\nThe encircling wolves cower before her, and one by one they break for cover, running for their lives.\n\nThe angel lowers and sheathes her sword, and the daylight fades. She ties back her hair and suddenly she is just Tiriel again." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Damn it all...! \n\nThose where the only thoughts that could fill the wild-eyed necromancer's head as his slippery footing on the branches gave way when he began to move.\n\nInstinctfully Callos closed his eyes and tried to raise his arms up to cushion fall. This was like some kind of horrible nightmare! The wind rushing past his face. The wolves awaiting him on the ground, slavering as if ready to devour him, but then he didn't slam into the ground. Far from it, the only harm he seemed to take was being jolted when his fall was arrested by.....TIRIEL?! That didn't explain why he heard the sounds of wings either!\n\nBut when they where both on the ground and the warrior woman asked him to step back he wasn't going to argue either. The necromancer stepped back until he was pressed against the tree, eyes darting from wolf to wolf, waiting to see which would attack first when the golden light began fill the woods around them.\n\n\" GAH! What in the Nine Hells is that light?! \"\n\nThe light almost burned at him and he threw his arms up in front of his face. Only catching brief glimpses of the angelic being that had saved him. It made his heart ache, an act that had his right hand clutching at his chest while he gritted his teeth. Once the light was gone however there where spots dancing in front of his eyes, compromising his balance even more then it was on the tree.\n\nInstead Callos slumped down at the base of the tree, opal eyes dazed and a little surprised and horrified at the same time. A single thought running through his head.\n\n It was just like her....Looked just like her......what was it? \n\nAlready his mind was pouring over all of the religous texts he had read over his lifetime. Trying to find some little tidbit that would allow for his rationale side to explain the angelic being...and why it was no longer there.\n\n((If Callos saw enough of the \"angel\" would it be possible to make a Knowledge Religon check to identify it/her? +13 on the modifier if you want to roll it yourself or should I?))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"I don't know where the others are... If I even saw them, I don't remember...\" \n\nKatrin draws her shortsword. Blood for blood? What does that mean? Did I... I must have! Oh NO! She looks suddenly worried, even afraid, images of her friends, torn to pieces, rising in her mind." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah relaxes slightly as the werewolf moves away. She whispers to Nyssa\n\n \"I think Katrin killed a worg while in cat form. If the group is going to protect her do it now before that monster closes in. I for one want to hear her side of the story.\" \n\nThen she moves up and hisses in Thokk's ear:\n \"Thokk! We need to get back to the group. NOW. I will enchant your sword on the way.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWordlessly, Lumpy starts walking himself, moving to interpose himself between the Werewolf and his quarry. A sober look crosses his face as he lays one gnarled hand on the haft of his weapon, flipping it back over his neck into position.\n\nHe wasn't quite sure what the whole story was with this, but it didn't entirely matter. He'd given his word to those women, not more than a few days go, and by damn, he'd hold to it. Even if it meant facing down something so obviously lethal. He could always get his answers if he happened to survive the encounter." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nIt was tumbling out of control so quickly. And there seemed to be one decision left to Nyssa: fight, or not.\n\n \"He lays a hand on anyone else, I fight,\" she whispers to Kiah and Thokk, her voice carrying through the night.\n\nShe looks to her brother, letting him know she planned to act. It was ill-advised, but her other option was to watch that girl be murdered for an act she didn't even seem to recall. There was no way Katrin was a match for the werewolf, he'd torn Thokk apart in seconds.\n\n{Trigger -- if the worgs attack, cast Scare on two.}" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nShe already had another arrow ready. Then a very bright light shone from behind her. And now all the worgs were running. Delphinia turned slowly, just in time to see Tiriel-as-an-angel shrink back into Tiriel. And she almost put that arrow into Tiriel's back. \"What the hell have you done,\" she shouts, angry and snarling. It takes every ounce of willpower she has to lower the arrow from her bow. With barely suppressed rage, she continues to shout at Tiriel. \"They're running away, you flying- feathered- winged- glowing-\" She lets out a loud, exasperated sound. \"FREAK oF NATURE! They're escaping, and it's your fault! They're off to murder another village, another clan, and it's your fault! Those damn red-eyed devils from hell are on the loose, and it's YOUR FAULT!\" Tears are now leaking down her angry, weathered face, and her hands are trembling." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk, woozy from the fight, took several steps with Kiah but kept looking back\n\n 'What in the blazes is goin on?\" " }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nStill watching the events, Trinark remains near the back entralled by spectacle.\n\n Many things are not as they seem... \n\nContent to watch until called upon, Trinark watches the wolves fall back away from the main group. The two women at the edge of the forest intrigued him, he knew they must be up to someting." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Well crap. \n\nTiriel looks down at Callos, who seems to be in shock, as Delphina unleashes her rage-swollen tounge at her.\n\n I save the one who caused all the trouble in the first place and he looks like he's just seen something horrible, and now the ranger is screaming at me for scaring away the pack that treed us. She doesn't know what to say to Delphina yet, she's not even sure she understands the halfling. As far as Tiriel knows, it's usualy considered a GOOD thing when bad-things go away.\n\nSo Tiriel ignores the raging halfling for now and looking down at Callos asks, \"Hey are you okay? That was a pretty stupid thing to do. \nWhen Delphina stops speaking Tiriel calls up to her, \" They hadn't done us any harm yet, and, well, I just thought it'd be better to get back to the others before we started a fight. \"" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan catches Nyssa's eye. Well OF COURSE you're going to do something. Which means that Nolan will take action as well. Knowing that his attacks won't do much in the way of damage, Nolan prepares to rush forward and harry the werewolf lord with his flaming staff should a fight break out.\n\n[Ready action: Aid other, Trigger: Werewolf Lord attacks party member]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa blinks furiously, wiping eyes made watery and half-blind from Tiriel's light show. Well, my guess was right after all! So much for her keeping it a secret now, though. Once her eyes have cleared enough to see, the agile rogue retrieves her rope and carefully pushes each dog out of the tree, (apologizing the whole time) rump-first into a snowbank. She scrambles down the tree like a squirrel, grinning at Tiriel.\n\n \"Angel-blooded, eh? I figured you as such way back when we first met... never said anything, since you obviously wanted to keep it a secret.\" As Delphinia rants at the bewildered Tiriel, Lissa sizes up the situation and coolly picks up a double handful of snow. She then proceeds to mold it into a very large, loosely packed snowball... and shoves the snowball into Delphinia's face. \"Obviously, you need some help cooling your temper. Is it cooled down now, or shall I help out some more?\", Lissa inquires in a politely inquisitive tone." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardkin had watched the werewolf manhandle and toss the dwarf warrior aside with a sense of relief but anger welled up in him as he saw Walks-in-Shadows and Fire-arrow be surrounded.\n\n That is not a duel... \n\nHis neck and head spines stand erect as he raises two hands and begins to chant. Roots and plants rise up and Entangle some of the wargs approaching from the side.\n\nOOC: center it on the wargs to the side. Maximum number posssible.\n\nHe looks at Trinark, as if in farewell.\n \"I will not allow them to die\" \nHe then casts Barkskin, Cat's Grace and Flameblade on himself before charging at the werewolf lord.\n\n\"SEMUUUAAANYAAA!\"\n\nOOC: New AC: 27 for werewolf lord, 26 for everyone else\nNew reflexsave: +8\nUnless he has fire resistance, I do full dmg at AC 13 for him." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach lass, but we need to save her!\" \n\nThokk watches as the Druid prepares and then charges the werewolf lord himself, without additional help\n\n \"Damnit, he is not going in alone! Kiah, Enchant me sword and heal the rest of me, NOW! He wont go in alone! Lumpy, get yer ass up and charge the beast, or if ye think hes too much of a challange then take out the worgs on the side with yer big pointy stick!\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Again with this; they never seem to learn. That's enough, I'm tired of it. \n\nLumpy's face curls into a snarl as Thokk goads him on. For a moment, it looks as if he's prepared to do just as the dwarf says, but it becomes quite evident that his ire is directed at Thokk himself. His voice is heavy with vitriol,\n\n\" Idiot dwarf! Charge, charge, charge! Ain't ya figured out yet that that just gets ya killed?! What part of splitting up one group against a superior fighter and another against superior numbers strikes yer thick skull as a good idea?! Ain't it ever occurred ta ya that facing threats as a cohesive group might be better than ramming yer damned head into them repeatedly?! \"\n\nHis scowl deepens as he injects even more force into his voice,\n\n\" There's two options! Either you and the druid \" He glances at Ssathiya as well, making it clear he's as much a target of his wrath as Thokk, \" fight unneccessarily alone and die there, or ya get back here and help the rest'a us fight. Blind agression ain't gonna back them down, and it ain't gonna beat them, so get yer head outta yer ass! \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Dammit, Druid! \" yells Achkby, cursing as best he can in Draconic. He doesn't admit he's almost as eager to fight this beast, but for Thokk, not Kiah and Katrin.\n\nHis voice drops in volume, and he begins a low, guttural chant. He gestures methodically, gathering all of the magical power he can muster together inyo a tiny green light hovering before him. With a cry, Achkby flings out his arm, and the light spirals away towards the werewolf lord, striking him in the back and seeking into his muscles, sapping his enormous strength.\n\n[red][OOC]\nAchkby casts Empowered Ray of Enfeeblement \n Ranged Touch Attack (1d20+6=15) \n Strength Drain (1.51d6+3=10.5) \nAC: 15 :( HP: 22 :(\n[/red]Whew. Now he only has, like, 22 Str. :P\n[red][/OOC][/red]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n She's talking to you, you know.... \n\nWith a series of rapid blinks the necromancer drew himself out of his own mind and looked up at Tiriel. What did she want? There was a wistful look in his eyes as he pulled himself up unto his feet and brushed himself off. As blatantly ignoring the question as one could he began to look around before looking back at Tiriel and the halfling ranger.\n\n\" Rip each others throats out back at camp for all I care but we need to get back there. This business of wolves is...where is the camp at? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n 'Ach then lad, Im right beside ye. Thats the first intelligent remark out o' yer mouth yet\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nWatching Achkby's ray strike the werewolf was it. No way out now. As Thokk makes noises about charging she scolds him sharply:\n\n \"Thokk! we need you in the defense formation!\" \n\nNevertheless, she reaches over to enhance his sword.\n\n \"Hold that sword still! I can't touch it if you wave it around like that.\" \n\n(OOC: Kiah casts magic weapon on Thokk's sword)\nEDIT: grammar" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn follows Lumpy on his route toward the worgs. He raises his crossbow and after seeing Achkby cast magic, shoots at one of the worgs.\n\nOOC: I will post rolls later because my internet is being uncooperative." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Delphinia freezes, then reaches up a hand to wipe the snow off her face. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.\n\n She was blazing with righteous fury at Orrin. ‘How could you let them go? They slaughter innocent people, and it will be on your head. They can’t be reasoned with! You’re a complete fool, you self righteous- nature loving- overtrusting- hells be damned druid! Go find a damned tree to save, and leave the people to me!’\n\nThen he threw a cup of water in her face; cold, almost frozen water. ‘Calm down, Nia. Just cool down. You always get so worked up over goblins. It’s bad for your health.’ \n ”Gladi, Heel.” Her words clipped and voice strained, she drops the arrow in her hand back into her quiver and slings it onto her shoulder. She takes a quick look around. Nostrils flared but voice now calm, she says, ”we might as well get back to camp now.” " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix seeing now that everyone is acting, decides to jump on the band wagon. He rushes over to where Achkby, he takes up a fighting stance with his tail flitting back and forth with anticipation. \"Don't worry, I'll protect you. Yix wordlessly explains to Achkby" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Delphinia glares at Lissa, the two women standing pretty much eye to eye while Callos and Tiriel stand by uncomfortably. (Callos seems distracted and Tiriel looks almost sheepish.) Taking a deep breath, Delphinia reins in her fury and reorients herself to lead the others back to their companions.\n\nThe riding dogs are thrilled to be down out of the tree. Each marks one side of the tree for good measure.\n\nThe owl leads the way out of the forest. If the \"wolves\" are anywhere nearby, there is no sign or sound to indicate their presence.\n\nThe four of you break out at the edge of the forest about a hundred yards from a confusing scene. The rest of your party appears to be involved in some sort of standoff with a half-wolf humanoid and a large pack of wolf creatures ...\n\n[hr]\nLumpy has organized the party into a rough phalanx, with himself, Hajih and Nolan in the center, Aeroz and Fizahn flanking to the sides, and Elthan, Nyssa, and Kiah standing behind. The forest's edge and the wolf/worg pack are about 30 yards in front of the group.\n\nThokk, bloody and wild-eyed, almost has to be restrained from charging on his own. He pauses long enough for Kiah to enchant his sword.\n\nThis pause, unfortunately, is long enough for the lizardman, Yix and Achkby to break ranks and begin to charge towards the werewolf lord.\n\nThe werewolf lord's back is to them as he confronts Katrin and Si'rene at the forest's edge, so he is initially unaware of the approaching lizardman and halfling. The wolves/worgs have edged forward, forming a semicircle behind Katrin and Si'rene, blocking any escape. They bark a warning, and the werewolf lord half turns just before he is struck by Achkby's ray of enfeeblement .\n\nThe werewolf lord shudders as he is weakened, but he turns fully to face the onrushing lizardman, growling a command to his pack that keeps them frozen in place.\n\nAs the werewolf lord prepares to meet the druid's attack, Si'rene fires a white arrow that sails over the werewolf's shoulder and strikes the lizardman! \n\n\"Stop it!\" she shouts. \"This bloodshed is pointless!\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The lizardman takes 9 points of nonlethal damage and needs to make a DC 11 Will save to avoid falling asleep. If he makes his save AND decides to ignore Si'rene's shout, he will deal damage as posted previously. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, not realizing that in his rage he had approached the massive abomination only moments before mutilating Thokk, freezes in fright as his vulnerability dawns on him.\n\" C'mon, Yix! \" he urges his draconic protector, and quickly turns to scurry back behind the impromptu phalanx, in his haste not even noticing Si'rene's attack on the Druid." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nHearing Achkby's call Yix plants his feet into the ground to stop himself. He then cautiously backs away from the werewolf lord, hopefully towards some sort of safety." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih shakes his head “This has gone from bad to worse and from worse to oh-dear-gods-save-us… I need a drink.” " }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n What the– Nolan stops short at Si'rene's shout. \"Someone remind me whose side she's on again. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Well, I'm at least curious as to her reasoning. Nyssa shouts, \"Do you have an alternative to this 'pointless bloodshed,' Si'rene?\" \n\nNyssa quietly asides to the group, \"I certainly hope she does not select to shoot me next.\" \n\nWith a quick thought, she calls Orestes to her, knowing the others are close before they even emerge from the woods. If no one else in the group notices their presence, she indicates them with a gesture. \"At least one there is very angry...\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid... and schmuck \n\nThe arrow slams into him with seemingly more force than it should have possessed.\n\nA wave of fatigue washes over him with the cold realization that the arrow was magical. He almost dropped down to his knees.\n\nThe visage of the werewolf and his inherent stubborness made him stagger upright and fight the feeling of sleepiness that passes.\n\nHe found himself saying\n \"Stay away from them\" \nalthough he was utterly confued as to his own packmates actions. He doesn't back down away from the werewolf and he stands there baring his teeth." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The werewolf lord eyes the druid intensely. His red eyes are filled, not with hatred or rage, but with curiosity. He looks over the lizardman's claws, reptilian features, and tail as if trying to figure out if the druid is some kind of lycanthropic hybrid too.\n\nThe werewolf lord steps aside and allows Si'rene to escort Katrin back to the main party. Katrin looks shaken and confused. Her face, hair and hands remain bloodstained (though her clothing is not).\n\nOnce Katrin and Si'rene have reached the main party, along with Achkby and Yix, the werewolf lord speaks to your party.\n\n\"The metamorphosis is disorienting for those not born to it. She will not remember (and I do not hold her responsible for) her actions while in her weirded form.\n\n\"I had thought that the shadowcat was one of your pets, \" nodding towards Orestes as the owl lands on Nyssa's shoulder. \"It had not occured to me that she was one of us. \"\n\nAs the werewolf lord speaks, the wolves of the wood step forward, until nearly 30 of them stand behind their leader. Five of the wolves transform into hybrids as they approach, until you are facing six werewolf hybrids (five plus the werewolf lord) and two dozen large wolves (or worgs perhaps). (A half dozen more wolves remain at the forest's edge, struggling to break free of vines entangling them.)\n\nNodding to Thokk, he adds, \"Blood has been shed for blood. No debt remains between us.\"\n\nGesturing to his pack members, he continues, \"But if your pack wants to make war with mine, we can settle this right now.\"\n\n\n[hr]\nCallos, Delphinia, Tiriel and Lissa remain just at the forest's edge, observing the standoff from a safe distance. When the wolves break cover, the four of you and your dogs find yourselves behind the pack, off to their right flank." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid waits for the two humans to reach him unharmed\nHe backsteps as Si'rene and Katrin pass him. Facing the wolves in case of a sudden attack.\n\nOnce it was clear that the wrewolf lord was no longer going to harm them, he dismisses the entangle spell.\n\nHe remains confused over many things. The night's events. The demand for the magic-user that the others called Cal-los. The attack by his own packmate. And now the words of the wolfman shapechanger.\n\n ...shadowcat?...one of them?... \n\nHis simple mind dealt with survival and matters of the Balance..of the things sacred to Semuanya. The events of the night would have to be patiently explained to him by Cloudhair much later.\n\nHe thanked his God for small blessings.\n\nThey were still alive." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy retrieves his polearm and resumes leaning against it, just as content to see the fighting over abruptly as he would have been to end it himself,\n\n\" Nah, I think we're all fine with that. Except maybe the dwarf \"\n\nTHe burly orc glances around a bit, taking a head-count, \" Soon as we collect our missing pa- members, I reckon we can move on down the road and outta yer.. err.. hair. Ya ain't eaten none'a them, have ya? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen he and the other three had come slinking out of the woods across from the rest of his ravelling companions he was elated at first. But when he took a closer look at the situation and saw the man-wolf hybrids and all of what assumed where regular wolves he realized just how wrong he was.\n\nHolding a hand up so that all four of them stayed the necromancer laid down that hand on the halfling ranger's shoulder squeezing iti lightly." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, very well. Ye fight well, Beast. Twas an honor\" \n\nThokk gives the werewolf lord a deep bow, then rejoins the rest of the company" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nStill invisible, Kiah puts her hand on both Nyssa and Ethan to stop them from running into her whenever they move. They both can hear her relaxed exhalation of breath as the situation defuses.\n\nHer voice speaks softly from the air between them \"Well.... that was uncommonly understanding of him.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia stops abruptly at the edge of the clearly, her hands lifting her bow and nocking an arrow to it. \"Now we see where they went,\" she hisses. The pressure on her shoulder is just enough to stop her from firing and makes her look up at Callos. \"You people are all in some big damn hurry to save the damn world, but you don't seem to give much of a crap about what gets left in your wake. Do you know that worgs enjoy killing people?\" She takes in a shallow breath and lets it out through her nose. \"Fine. I can see that no one else is willing to fight these abominations.\" \n\nShe lowers her bow but leaves the arrow ready and returns her gaze to the scene unfolding before them. In a rather flat voice, she says, \"I apologize for threatening you earlier.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nCatching sight of the remerging quadruple, he stands and waits for them to catch up. He stares intently at Lissa and Tiriel, and his tail unconsiously wags a bit.\n\nHe strides off in the lead, guiding everyone back to their original campsite. He will not talk to anyone except Trinark. He'll listen to anyone who runs up beside him but his mind seems elsewhere." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNow that the danger has subsided, Nyssa notices how cold she is. Shivering a little, she pulls her cloaks and furs around her more tightly. She looks to where she believes Kiah is standing, from both the cues of her voice and the hand she's placed on Nyssa's arm. \"Yes, very strange.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix lets out a big sigh or relief as he lies back and falls over. He seems very cheerful at the moment now that the tension is gone from the air, and seemingly everyone. However, he soon remembers his sleep was interrupted as he begins to mope around looking for a comfortable place to lie down." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n All that noise ... and for what? If all they wanted was blood I would have beaten Callos earlier and saved us all some time \n\nNolan relaxes his grip on his staff and eases his stance. He does not put the flames out however and he will remain at the rear of the party as they move on to ensure that nothing attacks from behind." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" You obviously don't have a full understanding of me. I wouldn't mind stopping to vent some more frustration but I'm not going to risk the world at a chance to hurt some worgs. Once you calm down you'll realize its not worth the risk either. \"\n\nThe necromancer's tone was as it had been earlier that day. Somewhat bored, clinical, detached, and maybe a bit analytical. Would it really be within their power to strike down these creatures? They most definitly had superior numbers and those hybrids looked particularly dangerous. Once again Thokk looked banged up which meant that they had most likely missed something important. Everything seemed to be settling down however.\n\n\" Put the arrow away. Things look peaceful enough and you'll most likely get plenty of chances to kill worgs later on. Fire it...and you'll have the deaths of anyone who dies on your consieance. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Whatever.\" Delphinia stows the arrow back into the quiver and stalks over, doing her best to ignore everything. As soon as she can locate her gear, she starts saddling up Gladi and getting her gear squared away." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Well... I'm glad the Werewolf Lord was willing to forgive energy drain. I might not have been so kind, but I would also have lost all muscle power after that spell, so...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Whew! Well, at least now I know that combination works... \n\nAchkby traipses back to the camp with the others, exhausted but high on adrenaline.\n\n I hope this time someone bothers to think about how we got into this mess. It isn't safe to have people wandering off without knowing it. Expecially since none of us are content to just let them go... \n\n[hr]\nAs they approach the camp, Achkby drifts closer to Yix. \" Thank you for... guarding me back there. I didn't mean to put you in any danger. I didn't know we'd be in any more danger. I thought there was already a fight starting. Sometimes I get a bit ahead of myself, and, well... thanks, \" he says earnestly, and smiles a bit guiltily." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nRunning up to the lizardman\n\n \"Ach lad, that was quite impressive back there. Very well done\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix looks up at Achkby sleepily as the adrenaline (assuming pseudodragons have adrenaline) from the encounter leaves his body, \"Don't worry about it, things happen.\" Yix calmly says to Achkby before letting out a yawn." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid lessend his pace to accomodate the injured warrior beside him.\n\nHe doesn't reply to Voice-of-Thunder though.\n\nHe continued staring out into the horizon and walking towards the camp until he suddenly seems to return to himself and notices the warrior for the first time.\n\nHe impassively studies the dwarf's injuries before pronouncing with a mild crinkling of the brow,\n \"You are hurt\" \n\nHe fishes around in his pack and produces a potion of healing which he offers to the dwarf.\n\nHe stands and turns to look at Callos back in the main group.\n \"One was wise to see danger I did not\" \n\nHis eyes return to Thokk, with a face that showed a lot was going through his head before continuing to stalk back to camp." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches the werewolf and druid square off with mild disinterest. If they start fighting, I'm out of here. There's only so much I can do and that werewolf is more than capable of taking me out. He follows everyone back to camp, sort of trailing behind. Back to bed and I swear if there's another crisis, I'm sleeping right through it. Wonder what we're going to do about the werecat in our midsts though. " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nAs they walk back to camp Kiah looks around for any injuries. Thokk seems to be the only one so she moves over toward him and annouces her presence.\n\n \"Achm... It's Kiah\" says her voice close by Thokk and the druid.\n\n \"I'll heal up the rest of those wounds. No need to be using potions on'em. Potions are expensive.\" \n\nKiah says a few words and a white glow infuses into Thokk's skin.\n burn augury for CMW (2d8+6=15) \n burn obscuring mist for CLW (1d8+5=11) \n \"All done\" says Kiah's voice. \"I'm glad it wheren't worse. It was looking pretty grim. I'm just heading over to talk to Ethan.\" just so they know i'm not still hanging around she thinks.\n\nKiah moves over to Ethan.\n\n \"Ethan, it's Kiah. I wanted to thank you for the potion. It looks like things worked out fine without really needing it. But at the time it seemed like the only thing to do. I don't know if you've thought about how to square it away. But I'm thinking about the communal fund we've been talking about. What'd ya think? Perhaps we can talk about it tomorrow after we get some sleep.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The werewolf lord seems amused by Lumpy's sarcasm.\n\nLooking up at the moon, which lies low on the horizon, the werewolf lord says, \"It will be moonset soon. I look forward to sleeping off this sorcery.\"\n\nWithout another word, he returns to his wolf form and slips into the darkness towards the forest. The other werewolves do the same, leaving almost no trace as they disappear into the woods.\n\n[hr]\nYou return to your camp cautiously, making sure that you are not being followed. The horses and mules are as you left them, and your gear remains undisturbed on the wagons.\n\nSi'rene cautiously approaches the lizardman. \"Druid, I beg your pardon for any offense I might inadvertently have caused by ... distracting you from attacking the werewolf. I hope that you can understand why I could not allow you to escalate the situation.\" The gray elf falls back quietly without waiting to see if her \"apology\" is accepted.\n\nAfter an hour or two of rest, the party rises again with the sun and hits the road, bleary-eyed and fatigued.\n\nThe sky is gray, and after the druid sniffs the air, he says a single word, \"Snow.\"\n\n[hr]\nYou ride hard through the day, hoping to make it to a town or at least some shelter before being caught in what appears to be shaping up to be a pretty sizable winter storm.\n\nThe sky darkens in the late afternoon, and flakes of snow begin to fall, as predicted by the lizardman. The snowfall thickens just as night falls, and it looks like you will have no choice but to camp by the side of the road yet again. At the last minute, however, Delphinia, riding ahead on her dog, spots the lights of a town in the distance.\n\nYou quicken your pace through the now driving snow, and arrive at a small town. Your arrival surprises the night watch, huddling by a large brazier. They inform you that you have arrived at Phsant. A number of merchant caravans are hunkered down here to wait out the winter. No one in their right minds would be traveling the roads at this time of the year, their raised eyebrows seem to be saying.\n\nYou stable your mounts and search for lodging. You are turned away from several inns/taverns, including one which has a bawdy sign outside depicting a winking nun, hitching up the hem of her habit to reveal a shapely ankle and calf. With all of the merchants and their retinues settled in for the duration, most rooms are already spoken for.\n\nFinally, you find a few rooms for rent at a weathered but relatively clean inn called \"The Dancing Dragon.\" The building appears to have once been a mill of some kind, and the first floor tavern is covered with sawdust. After settling in to your rooms, you gather in the tavern for some warm cider, the house specialty.\n\n\n\nOOC: Don't let me interrupt any conversations your characters want to have IC. Consider this just a convenient break point to recover and prepare for the next leg of the journey. " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah is very quiet as they break camp. Something is definitely on her mind. During the day Kiah will approach Tiriel at an opportune moment and speaks to her quietly.\n\n \"Tiriel, we have to talk to Katrin. I say we because you need be there. You're her friend. Have you talked to her about her curse? Does she know what is going on? It will be a full moon again tonight by my count. Once in the castle, once last night, and once more. 3 days in the month as the lore goes.\"\n\n\"Last time it was a worg. This time? What if we find a village? What about children?\" Kiah's intense eyes stare at Tiriel earnestly.\n\n \"The werewolf hinted that she will be able to control herself in time. I pray that he is right in that. But until that time we can't let her free on the full moon. We need to talk with her, and before the moon rises tonight.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nRiding out ahead was the best way to clear her head. There were worgs there and I let them live. The single thought rattled around in her mind, over and over. She didn't let it distract her from doing her job - watching out for danger and a town - but it certainly kept out any other thoughts. When she finally saw the lights, it had no positive effect on her mood. Her face went from careful neutrality to a frown.\n\nShe stood Gladi off to the side when they finally reached the gates and counted everyone as they filed in, making sure no one was missing. Then she followed the group from behind as they made the rounds, trying to find a place with rooms. She stayed behind in the stable when everyone else headed inside, brushing Gladi's hair more than was really necessary. But the motion was calming, comforting. She eventually put her arms around the dog's neck and buried her face in the warmth of her coat, unable to imagine finding solace with any of those people inside." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid watched wordlessly as the one who called herself Kiah healed Thokk. Noting that another human besides Cloudhair and Sunhair was a healer.\n\nHe notes by her gray-hair that she was of advanced age probably the oldest human in the pack now.\n\nIf she looks at him before leaving he will nod gratefully and relax his features to show that he does appreciate her actions.\n\nDespite his wish to be on the move immediately, the sheer fatigue of the rest of his packmates moved him to allow them a few hours more of rest.\n\nHelping Thokk to settle in, he stands watch with Aeroz for the remainder of the night. Partially out of guilt for not picking up on many things. His thoughts return to Sheyra many times and he paces restlessly.\n[hr]\nThe next day he grunts with some disappointment when they catch sight of a human town and pulls his hood off not wishing to hide his true face.\n\nHe spends most fo the day in conversation with Trinark learning about the developments of the night he hadn't been able to grasp." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin rides silently, lost in throught. She obviously is troubled, but she doesn't want to talk about it. Whenever she is adressed by another party member, she simply shakes her head and stares at the ground, looking even more miserable.\n\nWhen they reach the inn, Katrin leaves her pack in her room and takes her food to seat in a shadowy corner of the inn." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Kiah\n \"Ach, thankee Lass, twas a nasty scrape he gave me\" \n\nThokk rides most of the way in silence, mulling over the developments of the previous night before riding up to Achlkby\n\n \"Lad, that was rather impressive back there. You normally seem to be tha calm one, rather unwillin to engage. What happened?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nIn the morning, seeing no one else addressing the issues that got them into trouble last night, Achkby has the urge to make an announcement. Instead, he consults Aeroz.\n\n\" Aeroz, \" he asks, \" Do we know what happened last night? I know a lot of people want to blame Callos for his attack earlier, but that's not it. Katrin and Callos both wandered off without knowing what they were doing. Don't you think we have to figure out why, and if it's going to happen again? \"\n[hr]\n\n Impressive? Calm? Wow. \n\nAchkby smiles.\n\" Thank you. Though you're right... I sort of lost control there. Usually, I do try to be... calm. Yes. I kind of... didn't really know what was going on, see. When the Druid started casting spells, I thought we were going on the attack, and... did my part. But I didn't really... well, I was pretty worked up from seeing that werewolf cut you up. He wasn't... he wasn't any more a part of the forest than we were, and... well, I don't like seeing anyone cut you up like that. \"" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe went to the room she would share with her brother, and removed her furred cloaks. Her face fell from tiredness, and, for just a second in the privacy of her room, it was obvious how unearthly she looked. Tall, thin, with pale skin and long dark hair. Her grey eyes so pale right now it's as if she had no irises at all, just black dots of pupils set in white. She was beautiful, but not exactly natural.\n\nThen she smiles again, and Nyssa looks like the jovial, kind woman she is.\n\nAfter a minute more collecting herself, she heads downstairs, her deep purple robes -- a mark of the responsibility she inherited, even if a mostly moot one -- swishing quietly. I have stayed out of these people's pain too long. She had assumed someone more appropriate would come forward to aid the quiet ranger, but that had not happened.\n\nShe enters the stables silently, standing just outside Gladi's stall, looking at Delphinia. Her knowledge might not translate as well to other races, but she would try. Meet her on her level, but not in a way it seems condescending. She won't want to look up at you. Don't touch her, she doesn't know touch. Don't ask, it will smell of obligation. \n\nNyssa kneels at the door of the stall, a position made comfortable by years of prayer. \"Tell me.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n Who? Delphinia looks up. Her face is drawn and weary; the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth seem especially deep. Nyssa. She seems like- Like a nice kid. \"Stay away from me, kid. Everyone dies and I'm tired of it.\" She looks back at the dog. \"Sometimes it's because you're too stupid to do anything about, and sometimes it's because you can't do anything about. But I'm damn tired of watching people I care about die, no matter the reason. It happens, then it happens again, and I-.\" \n\nShe looks at Nyssa again, expression tightly controlled and mouth set in a grim line. \"Why'n the nine hells are you out here talking to me? Don't you have that brother of yours to harrass?\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe says with all solemnity, \"My brother said his hunger for harassment was completely sated. So I came looking for another victim.\" A small bow of her head indicates she knows she's intruding.\n\n \"You've lost a great deal in your life. Please, tell me.\" \n\nShe's pushing just a little, unwilling to let it rest. So many people took the easy way out of their grief, bottling it up. It took strength to confront it, to make it part of you, to accept. Sometimes it took more strength that anyone could have. Which is where Nyssa came in. Push just a little, not so far that they break, but far enough that they see something new in the pain.\n\nLike any wound, grief hurt when inflicted, but it also hurt when treated." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia's eyes narrow momentarily. No one actually wants to hear about this stuff. \"What difference does it make to you? I'm fine. I can do my job. I've got your back, and you don't have to pretend like you care to pay me back for it.\" She's lost the energy to be anything other than tired at this point, and her whole body shows it, from the droop in her shoulders to the slight dullness in her eyes." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n He shouldn't be this quiet. Something had gone wrong with the spell keeping him placid. It had to be. Frantic fingers flipped through the pages of the heavy tome, looking for any sort of precedance for this kind of event.\n\nThere wasn't one.\n\nMaybe it wasn't the spell, maybe he was....No! There's no way his master would have made him kill someone! It completely went against the clauses in their deal! Perhaps it hadn't been Jintan's fault and he had accidentally killed him...\n\nTrembling fingers shut the tome, fingers digging into the thick leather binding of the book before it was slammed down. Fingers wove together to hold a downcast head. He was done here for the day. There wasn't anyway that he could deal with the jabs and jeers of his 'colleagues' today. Not anymore.\n\nNo. What he needed to do was go home. Heat up a nice cup of tea and bask in the glow of home for awhile. Just get away from all the stink of carrion. Maybe she would be done at the bakery and he could go visit. That would surely clear his head and put his priroties back into place... \n\nOpal eyes snapped open and Callos straightened up inside of the cart. He had dozed off again, apprantly something that he would have to stop. A single long yawn escaped from him as he wearily opened his eyes wider and began to look around at the surrondings. Snow....Wonderful.\n\n_____________________________________________\n\n\nLater he found himself staring into the depths of his cider cup. The warmth of the inn helped to heat up his cold bones and he wryly thought to himself that perhaps he was getting on in years. Then he thought of Kiah. She was most certainly older yet still out adventuring.\n\nHowever it wasn't the older woman who had dominance over his thoughts. It was a younger one. One who stirred up bad memories and one he needed to resolve the tension with. That was the reason he found his way to Tiriel's room after drinking his fill of warm cider. An almost nostalogic feeling swept over him before he shook it away.\n\nSoon he was seated on the floor with his back to the wall. He could wait. Callos was used to waiting." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n Do you believe people usually just pretend to care? She re-evaluates quickly, seeing the conversation play out in her mind if she speaks those words. That wasn't the right direction. It takes the focus away from the ranger and her pain, which was exactly what Delphinia was trying to do by questioning Nyssa's motives. Clever. \n\nNyssa sees the exhaustion in the older woman, but still she presses on. Just a little more. I know you're strong enough. \n \"I am here because I wish to be. Why are you?\" Her face is kind and open, but behind it her mind is screaming at Delphinia. See it, damn you. You're here because you don't want to be alone. Because you want to talk. Because you don't want to bury yourself in grief. Because that's a waste of a life. You don't have to admit it to me, but you have to see it! Her grey eyes are locked with Delphinia's, and Nyssa will not look away." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nAfter gettin settled in the inn, and having the warm cider settle in his stomache Yix feels it is appropriate to try and change the mood of the party. The little dragon gets up on the table, and begins what is supposed to be some kind of dancing." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nThe question caught her off guard. And she fails utterly to suppress that reaction, letting it show clearly on her face. She breaks the gaze, not wanting to look into Nyssa's damn calm eyes anymore. Dammit. I know why I'm here. And she does too. I'm so damn transparent this kid who just met me can see it. She closes her eyes and rests her forehead in her palm, elbow on her knee. \"It's that obvious.\" It's not a question, just a flat statement of fact. And here she is offering the one thing I want more than anything...and I'm shooting her down. Because I'm an idiot, I guess. A damn fool idiot. \n \"I miss him.\" She'd never said those words to another person before. To the dog, sure, but that was different. A person could judge. A person could tell her she's stupid. A person could...say all kinds of things. She doesn't look at Nyssa, because she's not sure she wants to hear whatever the girl might say." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n You hide it well. She would want to hear that. People always wanted to hear that -- that their thoughts were their own. It wasn't true, though. Everyone sent their feelings spinning off from them all the time, throwing their emotions out there like hundreds of tiny, sparkling glass balls. Filling the air.\n\nNo one ever took the time to try and catch the balls, though. So people were safe, walled inside their own heads, sure no one knew what they felt. Because no one could catch .\n\nNyssa moves forward on her knees, stopping when she's less then an arm's length from Delphinia. She adjusts herself, sitting cross-legged on the ground. \"Who?\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nShe turns her head to look at Nyssa. She's actually interested. Unbelieveable. \"Orrin. He was...a druid.\" What a pathetic description. As if I could even hope to capture him in words anyway. \"When my village was attacked, he managed to save a few of us.\" She stopped, fighting down the memories. Those were such old memories, and usually held no sway over her, but the worgs had stirred it all up. Just like they always do. She shook her head, not wanting to relive it right now. Or ever again if she could help it.\n\n \"He died about 5 years ago. I had been traveling with him for a lot of years. And- He was human. He died in his sleep.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Achlkby\n\n \"My thanks, lad. We all get cut up, some more then others. At this point I'm more afraid when something doesnt hurt then when it does. Lets you know you are alive. Same with dreams, but dreams are a whole lot spookier\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa nods, and resists the urge to reach out to Delphinia.\n\n She has trusted you. You need to offer something. And perhaps she can help in return. \"I will tell you something I have told no one. Perhaps I am where you were before Orrin passed. You might have wisdom for me.\" \n \"Some day, Nolan will... will be beyond this world. With every meditation, and every prayer, he grows better than this place. He will transcend his need for anything on it.\" She stops to collect herself. \"Including me. It's like he's dying, but worse, because he will still live. One day, I will be alone.\" She smiles sadly. Some things can't be helped. He has his path. \"I must enjoy every minute I have with him. They are fleeting.\" \n\nShe stands, and rubs her arms, trying to warm herself. \"Shall we continue inside over a hot cider? I want to know more of Orrin. And of you.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Oh, dearie me, soul-bearing surrounds us...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks at Thokk for a moment, his brows furrowed and eyes conveying trouble and uncertainty under his 'calm.'\n\" Yes, \" he says succintly, and pauses before elaborating.\n\n\" They can be. Though dreams can also... they aren't always spooky. But often powerful. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy settles down at his table after a long silent trip, mulling over his cider alone. The events of past nights hadn't leant him much time for introspection, and it was always good to find easy moments among the hard. His expression is thoughtful, and his typical silence some seems more deep than usual.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Frojoe \n Aeroz \n\n\" Mothers husband? But...oh... \"\n\nAeroz says nothing for moment.\n\n\" Ok Edgar, I'd like to say its been a pleasure talking to you, but you, my friend, are too sullen. Its depressing. You should try lightening up and stop being so linear. My father was, and he almost blew me to bits. \" \n \n\n All'a this is just proof I'm doing things right, everything I've seen. Hydras, worgs, werewolves, it's all the same. Worth is based on appearance, not nature, I seen it a hundred times. That's why I live how I live. \n That's a crock and you know it. No one's ever called you sullen before. Why? \n Simple. That's because I ain't. I'm defensive, fer the same reason. It's the only way ta survive. You know I can't never live with humans. Among them, mebbe, but never with. \n Really? When was the last time you ever gave anyone a chance to honestly call you anything? \n I hear folk honestly say things all the time. First impressions are the truest reaction. \n Are you sure that's not what you've made them into? Why would he say it if he didn't believe it to be true? \n That's too easy. Same as always, ta get a rise outta me. Happens every day. \n A rise, mmm? A rise was calling you ugly. We moved past them a long time ago. He was responding honestly, just as you did. You're making this too easy. \n Bah, that's one outta a thousand. Ain't no gauge on my life. Yer splitting hairs. \n I'm splitting hairs now? You're ignoring them. These things happen every day, as often as you care to look for them. You're only ignoring them. That does nothing. Nothing. \n\nWith a soft sigh, Lumpy drains the last of his ale and goes to refill his mug. Rather than returning to his seat, he looks around for someone else to sit down with." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, powerful or not, they be spooky. Ever had a 'Dream of Mirrors?' Tis to let the mind wander in places it shouldnt. Absolute proof that yer are livin, but by the hammer it will take the nerve straight out of ye\" \n\nAs Thokk talks the color drains slightly from his face, reliving the Dream" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah sits eating quietly in the common room, mulling over all the things that have happened over the last few days. She is especially concerned about Katrin, but there where so many things going on\n\nShe looks around and spots Lumpy brooding over a cider he's a good person i think, but it seems he keeps trying to convince himself otherwise. i've been meaning to talk to him. . As he looks around the room she tries to catch his eye. Then she raises her mug as an invitation." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNoting Kiah, Lumpy changes course to intercept her table. He slumps into his chair unceremoniously, pausing briefly before initating conversation.\n\n Well, you can't just sit there. You have to say something too. Something reasonably polite this time, hmm? \n Yeah, yeah, lay off it already. \n\nHe swirls his cider a bit, staring down at the rippling fluid before looking up to the older woman,\n\n\" Still sticking on after last night? That's the norm, not the exception. We've had worse nights. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia sighs heavily. She's sharing. Huh. With me, no less. Huh. Then she cracks a small smile. \"Yeah, ok.\" She stands up and ruffles Gladi's hair. She throws a blanket over the dog, then follows Nyssa inside. She scan the room quickly, locating Nolan looking stern and serious, sitting in corner. She makes her way over and sets herself down on the floor next to him. With a rather serious look on her face, she says loud enough for him to hear, \"Look at that. Don't even need a book to sit on in here.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian had fetched mugs for himself and TRinark and had noticed Katrin sitting in a corner and was about to bring one when he caught sight of Tiriel. Trusting in her leadership he leaves the brunette be.\n[hr]\nHe'd sat between Trinark and Thokk and sipped and sniffed his drink intermittently, remembering tasting something similar in sheyra's house back i Teflamn.\n\nHe listened with interest to the conversation beween Thokk and Achkby. One involving dreams. Just like his visions.\n\n \"Mirrorss?\" \nhe asked.\n\nA claw on his hand taps to the beat of Yix's dancing absent-mindedly." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby just watched Thokk for a moment as he sinks into his own memories. When he comes back, Achkby nods to himself, looking down at Bess under him, and says, \" They have that power, yes. I've never dreamt of mirrors, but... other things. I have had... vivid dreams. And they have affected me. Yes. \"\n\n[OOC]Ooh. Simu'ed. Anyway, I was thinking this conversation was still on the road. Thokk gets the deciding vote. Where are we, buddy?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nThe Glade was eluding him this evening. It usually wasn't hard for Nolan to find that place of clarity within but for some reason he just couldn't focus. The noise of the tavern wasn't the problem, it was nothing compared to the nattering of his sister. The dancing pseudodragon? Not quite... but perhaps closer to the mark. Just who were these people they were travelling with anyway?\n\nNolan closes his eyes and sits up straight with his palms facing up on his lap. He relaxes his neck and lets his head roll in circles loosening up any tension that remains.\n\n Mercenaries, blast-happy wizards, a lizardman, a drow , two lycanthropes... and who knows what other secrets are lurking in these people. Is it really safe for Nyssa to be travelling with these people? Not that his opinion matters. No doubt Nyssa was having a grand old time putting her nose where it didn't belong, trying to fish out secrets best left uncovered.\n\nAt once, Nolan's senses tell him his sister had returned from wherever she was. He opens his eyes and sees her enter with the halfling ranger. As Nyssa steps to the bar, Nolan nods a greeting to Delphinia as she makes her way over to him.\n\n \"I see nature has taught you well. If you cannot shake a predator, find it better prey to stalk.\" He laughs awkwardly. \"I'm not sure Nyssa is so easily shaken though.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n he looks like he doesn't know what to say. not much chance to practice under that gruff exterior i bet. probably all the jibbs at being a halforc. well, that's one thing i'm not going to bring up, i'm sure he's had enough of it. \n \"Yup, I'm sticking around. At least until I figure up what's happening with this necromancer.\"\n\n\"But ya, that was more then I am used to. You seem to handle it pretty well. You've got a good head for tactics and good instincts.... What do you think of it all? It must be a bit frustrating.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n \n Originally Posted by Lost Sage \n Kiah \n\nKiah is very quiet as they break camp. Something is definitely on her mind. During the day Kiah will approach Tiriel at an opportune moment and speaks to her quietly.\n\n \"Tiriel, we have to talk to Katrin. I say we because you need be there. You're her friend. Have you talked to her about her curse? Does she know what is going on? It will be a full moon again tonight by my count. Once in the castle, once last night, and once more. 3 days in the month as the lore goes.\"\n\n\"Last time it was a worg. This time? What if we find a village? What about children?\" Kiah's intense eyes stare at Tiriel earnestly.\n\n \"The werewolf hinted that she will be able to control herself in time. I pray that he is right in that. But until that time we can't let her free on the full moon. We need to talk with her, and before the moon rises tonight.\" \n \n\nTiriel's face pales as Kiah talks, she glances over at Katrine, and then back at Kiah. Tiriel takes a moment to rein in her what would have been her first reponse before talking.\n \"I really have no idea what you are talking about, and I doubt I need advice as to how to handle what isn't your business, thank you. \nTiriel picks up her bag and heads towards Si'rene and Katrine, more than a little disturbed and angry that, that woman is trying to tell her what to do.\n i didn't have a problem with her before, but, damn it, she didn't even give me a chance to breath. and what the devil was that about a curse? whatever. Katrine and i will be having a talk... soon. \n\nTiriel realizes that she has a scowl on her face when Si'rene gives her a questioning look. Tiriel shrugs and mounts her horse. She stays close by her two friends and eventually leans toward Katrine and says, just loud enough for Si'rene to also overhear, \"We're going to talk about this, right? [hr]\n\nTiriel is relieved to that they have found shelter before the storm got more unbearable. As much as they'd all like to hurry, travling with out being well rested, and feed, in such weather was just begging for trouble.\nShe smiles as Yix dances, noticing the parallel between the inn's mascot and their own. She orders some plain food and mild ale to be delived to her room. She then tells Katrine, \"I'm going upstairs, feel free to join me.\" She also avoids conversation with Kiah." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs, speaking with deliberate slowness,\n\n\" I've gotten around a fair bit in my day. Near a decade working militias and a spell in a right proper army. Nights and wilderness-survival was my specialty, aside from beating the Hell outta people. \"\n\nHe shifts, pausing in his recollection to gulp down some of his cider while he thinks,\n\n\" Like ya wouldn't believe. I appreciate a fair bit'a regiment when it comes ta my living- combat especially. This rabble needs order, there's no doubt. I obviously ain't in no position ta tell them that, but that's how it is regardless. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n \n Originally Posted by HempRope \n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nIn the morning, seeing no one else addressing the issues that got them into trouble last night, Achkby has the urge to make an announcement. Instead, he consults Aeroz.\n\n\" Aeroz, \" he asks, \" Do we know what happened last night? I know a lot of people want to blame Callos for his attack earlier, but that's not it. Katrin and Callos both wandered off without knowing what they were doing. Don't you think we have to figure out why, and if it's going to happen again? \" \n \n\n\n\" To Tell you the truth, I don't know what to think right now. I don't even pretend to know what goes on in Callos's head, and as for Katrin and her friends, I'm even more puzzed. One part of me wants to kill them for what they did, the other part knows that they need to stay around. If Callos wants to wander off in the middle of the night and fire off lightning bolts at dogs or werewolves, thats his perogative. \" Aeroz responds to Achby as he eases into a chair.\n[hr]\n\nTurning his attention to the conversation at hand, Aeroz listens closely. He had been told that his kind did not dream, and that the images that appeared in revierie were nothing more then mental tasks or excercises. Since when was falling an excercise though?\n\nHe takes a sip of his ale and continues to listen without speaking." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe smiles to Kiah on her way in, an open invitation presented. Take your loner to meet my loners and we'll have a grand time, she seems to say, tilting her head towards where Nolan and Delphinia now sit.\n\nNyssa weaves her way to the bar and purchases four ciders. She moves to where Delphinia and Nolan rest, managing to carry the four drinks carefully in her two hands. She gives one to each, and keeps two for herself. Sitting on the ground next to Delphinia, she smiles warmly to them both.\n\n If stoicism was an arm-wrestling contest, which of you would win? Instead of asking that, though, she searches through her mind for common ground between the two. \"Nolan and I have not travelled this far north before, Delphinia. Is this as cold as it becomes?\" She drowns the first drink quickly, and begins to sip the second. \"And it won't kill you to drink some cider, Nolan. It might even make you tolerable.\" Her mocking belies everything she said in the stable to Delphinia." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa has been uncharacteristically quiet since the fight ended, riding with the group in silence. Although, given the way she was huddled over Cloudy's neck, it's entirely possible that the bitter cold finally caught up with her; the small folk tend to get cold faster than tall folk. Once Lissa sees Cloudy safely stabled (paying a stableboy to give him a good grooming and warm blankets) and enters the inn, the others can clearly see her blue lips and chattering teeth.\n\nA nice hot mug of spiced cider and a heaping plate of dinner does wonders to thaw out the frozen gnome. \"Ahhh... so much better!\" Lissa sips from her second mug with a contented smile. \"I thought I was going to freeze solid on that gods-forsaken tree branch. Definitely should've memorized endure elements last night.\" At Lumpy's comment, she nods emphatically. \"Can't believe I'm actually speaking in favor of restrictions, but we definitely need a real leader with this many people. Sheyra kind of filled that role... before...\" She looks down for a moment, then camouflages her expression behind a long drink of cider. \"Um. Anyway, who would everyone actually agree to follow? That has experience in herding cats and is stupid enough to take the job?\" Lissa sighs, absently carving on the bar with a dagger. \"Normally I can't stand the breed, but we really could use a paladin here. People look up to 'em, they've usually got the experience to make combat decisions on the fly... and that whole 'honor and duty' thing will always get a paladin to take on a crappy job.\" Paladin... divine fighter... Dark eyes light up with the spark of an Idea. Lissa drains her mug and sets it down on the bar. \"'Scuse me, I just remembered something.\" She sets off for the stairs, the direction she last spotted Tiriel going." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n Morning \n what the hell? she damn well does know what i'm talking about... or enough that it matters. kids! so wrapped up in their own little worlds they can't see the woods for the trees. well i'm sorry, there are lives at stake here. \n\nKiah marches over to where Tiriel is mounting her horse. Kiah addresses all 3 of them in an annoyed voice:\n\n \"Since I've just been told by Tiriel here to mind my own business I will do that. But the 3 of you need to make sure that you mind yours. You need to get to the bottom of these night trips and fast.\" \n\nShe looks at Katrin and her face softens. She continues in a gentler tone \"It's better to know. No matter what, it is always better to know.\" \n\nShe turns quickly and returns to her packing, angrily stuffing things in her bag.\n\n----\n The Dancing Dragon \n\nKiah takes a small sip of her cider and considers lumpys words.\n\n \"Well, I've only been here a couple of days but if it's worth anything, I would say that nobody is in a position to do that. They's just not the type.\" \n\nKiah stops, considering, then continues. \"Maybe you think you don't have an influence but you do. People respect you and your opinion...\" \n\nKiah voice trails off and she stares at the table, giving Lumpy time to digest her comment. maybe that will help. i don't think he accepts just how much he is repected... and accepted \n\nKiah nods and smiles at Nyssa as she walks in. It's clear that she has invited them over with that look, but there are things to finish here first.\n\n \"Well, you know why I'm here. Why are you here?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n What's she playing at? \n She's not playing at anything. \n Eh, how're ya supposed ta tell that? \n You just have to know sometimes. \n\n\" That's fairly complicated. I've got an unfulfilled oath with the three women I still need ta figure out how ta repay. Aside from that, I've apprently been deathmarked by both hordes of undeadand other parties unless this business gets seen through. \"\n\nLumpy leans back uneasily for the moment.\n\n Every day you try that one with yourself. You know it's not the truth. \n Bullsh- \n No, it's true. That's a smokescreen and you know it. What good has it done you? Honestly? \n\nHe sighs softly, then shrugs,\n\n\" But I mostly just ain't felt like leaving. I like to keep moving usually, but I ain't had the urge yet this time. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia tries to smirk, but is just too damn tired and joyless at the moment; it comes across as a half-scowl. She takes the mug and pulls a swallow from it, then holds it in both hands and looks into it, swishing the liquid around a little. \"This isn't my usual hunting ground. I've been...wandering around a lot lately. We just happened up this way, so I don't know if the weather is normal or not, or if this is as bad as it gets.\" Then she looks up. \"Thanks.\" It isn't completely clear exactly what she is thanking Nyssa for, but she goes on after a short pause. \"I don't usually carry a lot of money, and I need what I've got to get some more arrows, I think.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah watches Lumpy's face. She hears beneath the words...\n\n camaraderie, friendship, belonging... \n\nunbidden, images flood through her mind...\n\n Kiah, a young orphan child, sits on a small hard bed in a monastery cell. Dry desiccated old priests walk past in the halls, talking dry desiccated old thoughts. Tears fall on her plain brown cloak as she thinks of running through green fields... her family...\n\nKiah, a young woman, excited and uncertain in her wedding dress. Not knowing if she is doing the right thing, but desperately looking to regain the bright sunshine and green fields of her memory.\n\nKiah, her children gone, her husband dead, looking at the faces of people that she thought she knew. Their laughter and ridicule and misplaced pity as she tries to tell them of her meeting with a long forgotten god.\n\nYes, you could say I've been trying to belong for a long time.\n\nOther images take there place...The support of the old potion master... The free flow of her grandchildren in their games... The feeling of the forest after a rain...\n\nYes, belonging is a fine thing...\n \n\nKiah nods. \"Ya, I can see how this lot would grow on one. All different, yet all somehow the same. Diversity is what Ehlonna called. 'The power of life is in the depths of it's diversity' is what she told me. I'm still trying to figure out what that means. All I know is it feels better - like the difference between a forest and a corn field.\n\nAh, but I'm blathering.\" \n\nKiah eyes Lumpy speculatively \"I've been thinking allot about those 3 women also. You've had more experience with them then I have. You know that Katrin is probably a lycanthrope? - just started I think and uncontrollable. Not the wolf or rat form thank the heavens. But they don't want me sticking my nose into their business and told me to shove off. But since you have an interest in them also... well I thought you might have some thoughts on the matter.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk moves slightly to make room for the lizardman, and then takes a deep draught to restore some color to his face\n\n \"Aye, the Dream of Mirrors. Something we were taught to guard against. Means you arnt in charge of yer own actions. All ye can see is reflections of yourself, each distored by the truth. Tis a tad unsettling, to say the least. Scaley, you been getting them, or just somethin' similar?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs again, obviously a habitual motion for him during conversation,\n\n\" There ain't that much ta it actually. The merc company I was with in Velprintalar hired on a contract with them ta see them through the Underdark safely. They were real secretive about the whole thing, I never really talked ta them much. Never filled my end'a the bargain neither, ta my discredit. Drow attack killed or captured everyone 'cept me and them, I figure. Didn't meet up with them until later, and now here we are. \"\n\nHe drums his fingers against the tabletop thoughtfully,\n\n\" If the girl's got any cat in her, it's news ta me. Ordinarily that wouldn't be muchuva problem, but it's starting ta muck our business too. I reckon it needs dealing with, but I doubt they'll wanna hear it from me. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"I'll bet a platinum to a silver that she does. But other then locking her in a cell I don't know what to do about it. I let them know in no uncertain terms that they have to do something about it, but I haven't seen anything yet.\" \n\nKiah pauses, reflecting...\n\n \"Secretive eh?\" Kiah's face forms into a worried frown. \"They met you on the road right? Do you know why they left Telflamm bound for Rashemen, at the same time as you?\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smiles at the ranger. \"If you haven't gotten a room yet, Delphinia, you're welcome to stay with my brother and I. Provided you can stand his incessant chatter.\" She gives Nolan a soft shove, some emotion showing on her face. Talk, damn you. Get out of your head. He might not notice the change in himself, but Nolan was downright loquacious six years ago, compared to now. Each year it gets more lonely. \"Though I believe someone is holding your share of the gold from defeating the hydrae.\" \n\nShe looks around the room. \"Most of the merchant caravans seem to be holed up here for the winter. I wonder if there will be enough of a break in the snow to continue onwards.\" Nyssa shakes her head. \"No use worrying about what we can't change.\" \n\nMoving herself closer to the fire, Nyssa rubs her arms again. \"This weather doesn't seem to bother either of you. I know I'm harping on it. I suppose I just feel it more than others.\" The drink was already going to her head, and her body was slowly warming from the alcohol. She shares that warmth with Delphinia in a kind smile. \"Anyhow, you haven't been north. So where have you been?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin avoids Tiriel's gaze. Her response is in a hushed whisper. \"I'm sorry, Tiriel... I can't, not right now, not today. I'm dangerous... I'm a danger to everyone in the city. I have to get out of here tonight.\" \n\nKatrin rises and goes upstairs briefly, and leaves wearing her cold-weather clothes, before anyone can stop her." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n \"Oh, we went all over the place, just not north. The cold is bad for...for traveling. Especially as you get older.\" She falls silent again and takes another drink. \"It makes me a little stiff these days, in the morning. But that's ok, Gladi makes up for it. I can warm up slow while I'm riding her. She's still practically just a pup.\" But she won't live anywhere near as long as I will. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn spends the time of the trip wandering around eavesdropping on various conversations. At the inn, he approaches Tiriel, Katrin, and Si'Rene. \"I'm just going to make it abundantly clear that I have not been minding my own business. There's some problem with Katrin becoming an uncontrollable beast tonight and once a month. I happen to have a plan that might be Thokk-esque, but I believe will stop her from killing anyone. Suppose we knock her out before she goes to bed. She can't kill anyone if she's unconcious right? Then, all we have to do is have a watch over her to make sure she doesn't have any super recovery in her 'kitty' form.\" Fizahn produces a toothy grin and leaves telling them to think about it." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs the Druid moves into their conversation, Achkby goes silent, staring into his mug before downing it and getting another, which also absorbs him.\n\n Tiamat damn it, why can't anyone here keep outta others' business?! \n\nHe does, however, smile welcomingly at Aeroz, and wistfully watches Lissa leave the commonroom in a hurry." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n\nNolan did his best to make it look like he was listening with interest. But he knew that wouldn't be enough for his sister. Nyssa's prodding wouldn't stop if he didn't make some larger effort to engage Delphinia in \"meaningful\" exchange.\n\n \"Would it kill you to talk to other people? Mortally wound you to show some interest in their lives?\"\n\n\"But I'm not interested in their lives.\"\n\n\"Fine. Then don't ask me why people talk to you through me.\"\n\n\"I didn't. I actually prefer it that way...\"\n\n\"Impossible. Simply impossible.\" \n\nNolan lets out a sigh and asks politely, \"So, just how old are you?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy considers this for a moment,\n\n\" Ya know, I can't recall ever getting it said in so many words. Some business of other they were put up ta as a ruse. As I understand it, they've been getting duped pretty thouroughly in this whole mess. almost makes me- \" He cuts off as he catches sight of Katrin slipping out, \" 'Scuse me, darlin'. \"\n\nSlamming his mug onto the table he rises hurridly, bolting for the door after her. He hoped to catch up quickly- he wasn't dressed for the weather anymore, and most of his heavy clothes were in his room. Pushing his way through the portal, he casts a glance about the road, a call on his lips,\n\n\" Just hold on now! \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nThat caught her attention. She started to scowl for just a moment. Oh, stop being such a grump. He's trying to be friendly. Just no talent for it. She stops and tries again to crack a smirk, getting a little closer this time. At least, it looks a little more like a tired person finding a little humor than a scowl. \"I guess that's why she,\" a vague gesture at Nyssa, \"does all the talking. You got no tact whatsoever, do you, kid?\" A smile gets a little closer to fruition. \"I've been in the world a little over 50 years. Halfway across, as some of the folk like to say.\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"Well, tack is definitely not his strong point. She's gonna hate me for this. Let's go face the music.\" \n\nKiah pushes back her chair and quickly follows Lumpy outside." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nYix eventually gets tired from his dancing and goes and slumps down by Achkby. \"How is that stuff?\" Yix questions as Achkby gets another drink." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian blinks at Thokk's question.\n\n \"No\" , he replies, rather abruptly.\n\nHe digs into the recent arrow wound almost as if the pain of that wound would dim the dull ache of loss he felt.\n\n \"The spirits of my people watch over us. The sleep-visions have never been ill for me\" \n Semuanya...Is it as I feared?.. am I lost? not one of the people no more? \n \"The eye of my mind has been blind after Tef-lam. After we were given that thing and told to take it north.\" \n\nHis claws cut grooves into the table as his frustration manifests.\n\nHe drains the last of his cider and slams his mug down.\n\n It must be these warmblood ...feelings.. that are poisoning me \n \"I am not well.\" , he announces suddenly.\nHe gets up, an arm on both Trinark and Thokk.\n\nHis manner while abrupt, antisocial and aloof is generally not offensive to the people who really know him. But it is very clear that there's something in his mind." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach Scaley, sit back down and have another round. This is probally going to be one of the last times we can sit and relax, its the best thing that clears my mind so I dont have a Dream of Mirrors. Tis a rathers personal thing, I have had them since I became a Slayer \n\nThokk drains his mug yet again, refills, and offers to refiill Ss\n\n \"Its kinda a sign for us. When you get the dream, you know its time to become a Slayer . I had mine that night...\n\nIt doesnt always bode evil, mind you. Just reminds yerself you are still on tha path, that something still needs to be done. Each one is different, each time something in you arises and is reflected. I take it as word for Moradin himself, somethin' that needs perfection or reflection upon " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Good, \" says Achkby, smiling at Yix. \" Here, have a try. Wet your throat after that nifty dancing. \"\n\n[hr]\nAchkby looks up as Lumpy flies out of the room. He then looks briefly at Aeroz.\n\" Well, at least someone's doing something, \" he tells his mug loudly.\n\nHe looks up again as Kiah exits.\n She is ridiculous ! \n\" What does she think she's doing? \" he remarks quietly.\n\nAchkby pointedly ignores the Druid's overdramatic declarations. He listens carefully to Thokk, however.\n Maybe I was a bit harsh to Aeroz. He's a good guy. Problem is, he doesn't know how good. Dammit, we need someone in charge. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix takes Achkby's drink and sips it a few times. Finding it to his pallete he ends up drinking most of the beverage before realizing he had done so. \"Oops...\" is all Yix says before hurrying over to the bar, which is quite a feat for such a tiny dragon.\nUpon reaching he looks at the bartender and asks for two of whatever Achkby was drinking. Afer paying for and receiving the drinks he finds that he has a problem with bringing them both back." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smiles at Delphinia's response to Nolan, but doesn't intercede. Maybe he'll get better at talking if I don't try and help him every time he says something wrong. \n\nInstead, she finishes her second mug of cider and heads to the bar to buy a replacement. Smiling tipsily at Yix, she takes his two mugs and carries them back to the table where he was sitting with Achkby. She sets them down and looks at the psuedodragon. \"I hope you will no longer consider consuming my owl at Nolan's behest now that I have done you this small favor.\" She smiles, and starts to head back to the bar." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The druid busies himself working with a sprig of wood and some leather twine he has produced from one of his many pouches. After a short period of time he shows Thokk what he has created - the wood has been bent into a perfect circle, and the leather cord has been intricately woven into a symmetric web holding the circle together. A small open circle has been left in the center of the web. A pair of feathers has been tied to the bottom of the circle, and a leather loop has been tied to the top.\n\nFor the more devout members of the party, the barkeep mentions that there are many makeshift shrines throughout the town, catering to the itinerant caravan members. The only \"permanent\" temple is a small one dedicated to Shaundakul.\n\n[hr]\nWith the party sleep-deprived and now suddenly warm and cozy with bellies full of the steaming, cinnamony, mildly alcoholic cider, eyelids begin to droop involuntarily, and one or two of catch yourselves almost nodding off at the tables.\n\nKiah and Lumpy see Katrin slip outside followed closely by Si'rene. Both shake off their sleepiness and plunge outside into the rising snow storm.\n\nKatrin and Si'rene are not immediately visible, but she has left a clear track in the newfallen snow. Si'rene's tracks are also visible, and the elf is clearly pursuing the shadowdancer.\n\nKiah and Lumpy quicken their pace and soon hear voices up ahead. Si'rene has caught up to Katrin, and the two women are arguing. The two women aren't visible yet, but the wind carries their words back to Lumpy and Kiah.\n\nKatrin wants to get as far away from the town as possible, in case she \"changes\". Even though the moon is not visible, she is worried about its effects. Si'rene doesn't want her companion to run off by herself.\n\nKiah and Lumpy hear one last exclamation of outrage from Katrin, then there is a soft thump. When Lumpy and Kiah arrive at the scene, Katrin is lying unconscious on the ground. Si'rene lowers her bow and shrugs.\n\n\"We should be able to get her back to the Dancing Dragon in time to restrain her, before she ...\" Si'rene doesn't complete her sentence." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs wordlessly at the scene they break into. He'd figured on being forced to do the same, so this wasn't much of an unexpected complication. Unbidden, he stoops to lift the unconscious woman, carrying her reclined in both arms.\n\n\" Boy, she'll be right pissed when she comes to. We best hurry. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel pauses as she watches Katrine bundle up in her furs. She exchanges a look with Si'rene, who nods. Tiriel sighs loudly and says\" I can wait till morning, but not much after that. \" before walking away, willing to trust in Si'rene's judgement.\n\nShe starts walking towars the stairs when she suddenly decides to take a detour. She walks over to the table that the lizardman is sharing with Thokk, Achkby, Aeroz and Yix.\n \"Err, sorry to inturupt but I meant to give this to you before now. Tiriel takes out one of the small pouches she's been carrying and hands it to the Lizardman. The pouch contains his share of the bounty from the hydras.\nIf the lizardman seems confussed or tries to refuse the money Tiriel will explain, \"There is nothing dishonorable in taking this, it is a way for men to express their graditude and a way for them to make sure that we will have enough food on our journey thru the north where hunting may not always yield results.\" She pats him gently on the shoulder, \"She didn't mean to hurt you, but I don't think she had any other way to stop you. She's sorry. \n well that may not be true... it's hard to tell what Si'ren's thinking sometimes. \nTiriel smiles at the group, and resumes her way up the strairs.\n and what would you do anyhow? tackle and then tie her up until she talked to you?... well that may not be such a bad idea, but...well. Si'rene will take care of it tonight. \n\n[ooc]There Frojoe, Aeroz is no longer left out. I knew I'd missed someone, sorry bro : \\\nOh, and if anyone else needs their money from the hydra slaying, please remind me, it was o-so-many pages ago[/ooc]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches as Katrin simply ignores him and rushes out. \"I see she's not taking it that well,\" he mutters as she leaves. He jumps out of the way as Si'rene nearly tramples him in her haste after Katrin. \"Fine, ignore me! But just for the record, I thought it was a good plan.\" He turns towards Tiriel as he begins talking again. \"Well, at least you...\nIgnored me also...\" Feeling thoroughly disrespected, Fizahn heads up to bed." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n Dammit Nyssa, no! \n\nNolan watches Nyssa's retreating figure head to the bar and assist the little dragon. He turns back to Delphinia and smiles awkwardly. \"Fifty you say? I ... er, that's not as old as I thought you were going to sa–\" he catches himself and stops abruptly.\n\n Gods that's not coming out properly at all. \n \"I mean... you made it sound like you were old old. Fifty isn't so old.\" Whew, there... \"Not for one of the wee folk, right?\" \n\nNolan smiles proudly, thoroughly convinced he's pulled through without sticking his foot in his mouth." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah nods to Si'rene \"Thank heavens.\" \n\nOn the way back to the inn Kiah is already very cold and shivering. The long hours and cold are taking it's toll. She pushes it off and hurries on.\n\n \"Do you have ideas on how to restrain her? If she is as strong as that werewolf we faced rope won't do it. And her shape is going to change...\" \n maybe we can borrow manacles from the locals. shudder. i hate that idea but what else is there? \n \"I was thinking that the druid might be able to talk to her in animal form. I've heard that cat forms are more.... reasonable? ... you don't bother them and they don't bother you...something like that.\" \n unless they are hungry, or mad. i wonder if a lot a raw meat will help? \n\nKiah looks a Si'rene \"Sorry, I know she is your friend and all this seems very callous. I've been wrapped up all day in how to keep her safe and haven't found any great ideas yet.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix slowly makes his wake back up to the table with Achkby and thenew drinks. \"Sorry for drinking your other one.......You can haff thihhh....\" is all Yix manages to get out before slumping over on the table, snoring merrily away." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nNow her smile is becoming more genuine. \"Fifty-three is the right number. I guess it's not so old. Old enough to feel it, but still young enough to traipse around looking for trouble.\" Between the drink, the cold, the strain, and the everything else today, she's nodding off now; falling asleep sitting up." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nIt had been awhile since he ha come upstairs to wait for Tiriel and something had begun to worry at the back of his mind. Something about the circu,stances for how he had gotten into the middle of the woods away from the group. ust how had he gotten there? None of them had really explained it but the necromancer distinctly remembered Lissa saying something about sleep walking.\n\nWas that really it? Walking around in his sleep? If it was then he would have to be more careful when he did sleep. Maybe try and sleep less often if it was possible to cut down one the chances he goes walking off again. How hard could it be after all?" }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smiles at the psuedodragon's drunkenness, and heads back to the bar. Purchasing three more ciders, she returns to where Nolan and Delphinia are sitting.\n\nNoting Delphinia is nodding off, she smiles, \"Nolan, I thought it was my responsibility to bore others to sleep with my prattling.\" She fishes through her robes for their room key. \"My offer stands, Delphinia, if you wish to stay in our room. I'm sure my brother would love if I went to bed soon, however I will be up for a while longer, I think.\" She holds the key out, but isn't offended if it isn't taken.\n\nSitting down against the wall, she begins to sip her cider, content. Being around people, even if none of them wished to speak to her, still filled her with energy and happiness." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nBlinking her eyes back open in that way people do when they don't realize they were falling asleep, Delphinia reaches out and takes the key. She shakes her head to loosen the cobwebs inside for a minute. \"Thanks. Yeah, I will.\" Moving slowly but deliberately, she makes her way with perhaps excessive care to the offered room, then lies herself out on the floor. She is asleep in only a minute or so." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \n \"Yes, you bore people to sleep with prattle. I soothe them with monkish wisdsom. There's a fine line,\" Nolan says dryly. He nods to Delphinia as she makes her way to the room and then returns to his previous attempts at meditation before retiring to their room." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Earlier \n\nThe reptilian had been poised to move towardes Tiriel but seeing her face pursed up with frustration as she chased off after Katrin made him consider that may be this wasn't the time.\n\nHe sits back down to an encouragin smile from Trinark and takes his ug from the dwarf.\n\n \"Is that.. is that why you've come back?\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by sacreddeamon \n Thokk \n\nThokk drains his mug yet again, refills, and offers to refiill Ss\n\n \"Its kinda a sign for us. When you get the dream, you know its time to become a Slayer . I had mine that night...\n\nIt doesnt always bode evil, mind you. Just reminds yerself you are still on tha path, that something still needs to be done. Each one is different, each time something in you arises and is reflected. I take it as word for Moradin himself, somethin' that needs perfection or reflection upon \n \n\n \"Because something still needs to be done?\" \n \"sSethra\" \n\nThe name isn't hissed with disdain like it usually is by the hulking druid. Instead it is a sibilant whisper ending with a deep sigh.\n\nIt was an acknowledgment of a shared pain. Of A duty, a responsibility to those who sat sipping around that table. It carried overtones of fallen companions and a long road behind them and a longer road ahead.\n\nHis hands busy themselves as his great claws, seen by the others rending the fleash off their opponents, engages now in fine craft.\n\nHe occasionally lays t down and looks appraisingly at it. Allowing Trinark to examine it before he finishes and hands it to Thokk.\n\n\n[hr]\nWhen Tiriel comes in, he sees the exhaustion on her face. both mental and physcal.\n\nHe half arises,\n \"What can I do?\" \nhe asks.\n\nHe looks questioningly at the bag that she drops. The temple rangers in Teflamn had explained the concept of money to him. A strange pinkskin custom. But understandable for a race that didn't live of the wild. He also agreed that the yield would be poor this far north.\n\nHe isn't sure exactly why tiriel is giving him some money but obeys her request.\n\n \"Perhapss human.. magic can be .. of ssome use?\" \n\nHe looks questioningly to Achkby or Elthan if they are around, tilting his head slightly." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih lies, passed out in a pool of cider. His hat rises in time to his snores. The wolf has curled up near Hajih's feet." }, { "author": "Yoric_Steele", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark had been quiet for quite a long time now, even through the \"ordeal\" with the wolves. He watched the group, constantly observing the many personalities and motives. Some of them concerned him, others were merely amusing.\n\nTrinark wasn't rude during their journey after the wolves, he replied when spoken to. Otherwise he kept to his role as observer, he considered himself a silent sentinel.\n\nDuring their time in the tavern, he did sit with his druid friend but just politely smiled when he tried to engage him in conversation. Trinark steered clear of the fragrant cider the others were drinking, some of them in rather large quantities.\n\n Some souls in this motley band are dangerous, I am sure of it. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby has been silently watching Yix since his little friend dosed off, the traces of a contented smile setting pleasantly on his thin lips.\n I remember how I... I wonder how I old he is? \n\nAchkby is pulled from his thoughts by the Druid's question, and looks up sharply at the lizardman.\n\" For what ? \" spits Achkby in Common, for once." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n Morning \n\nAfter the encounter with the wolves.. Worgs.. Werewolves.. Whatever they were, Elthans head was spinning. At the conclusion of any event with the people around him, he always found himself a bit dazed. It was just one of the things he'd gotten used to. So, after the usual confusion, Elthan spends his ride trying to piece everything back together.\n\n Let's see, the leader of some local werewolves came for revenge against Callos, who is a shadow-weave wielding necromancer rakasha, after he almost killed one of them with a lightning bolt, and another by hand.\n\nThat doesn't make sence, they refered to them\ndifferently.\n\nHmm, Kiah, Tireal and Katrin seem to be orginizing themselves lately.. Perhaps all three of them transform into shadow cats, and they've orginzied a sub-group to keep it secret? Still doesn't make too much sence, but It's likely someones lycanthropic.\n\nSo, whould they be? Were-shadowcat isn't very informative. What kinda cats are black? As humourus as Were-Housecat is, thats unlikely. Nay, improbable. So, large, black cats... Panthers? No, those are only found in Chult and the like, besides, who's ever heard of a were-panther? Mybye they confused it with a bear?\n\nEhh, I'll have this figured out by the time we set camp. \n__________________________________\n\n The Dancing Dragon \n\nElthan sips some cider as he continues musing alternate, outrageous possiblities. Lissa is a sucubus, Callos is really the lich he claims to have been maipulated by as a drider, and Lumpy is secretly a Zhent.\nBah, there are enough drunken theorist in existance, He looks around and spots Hajih and the dragon sleeping, and enough of us just drunk silly. \n\nElthan walks over to Trinarks table. \"Trinark, would you care to help me drag some of our more.. drunk members to thier rooms? Wouldn't do well to leave them out on the tables overnight.\" He causually points to the sleeping pair and gives a slight grin." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some of you remain engrossed in conversation while others have drifted off to sleep by the time the Kiah and Si'rene return with Katrin unconscious in Lumpy's arms.\n\nThe barkeep whistles softly to himself as he polishes some already spotless glasses and pointedly keeps his eyes averted. None of my business. I see nothing. What foreigners? \n\nLumpy hustles upstairs, and soon Kiah, Si'rene, Lumpy and anyone else who decided to follow along are standing around a bed while Katrin snores softly on the covers, still clad in her winter gear.\n\n\"She will wake in a few minutes,\" Si'rene states. \"She will not be happy. Any suggestions on how to best proceed?\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy scratches his shaved scalp as he thinks, fingers tracing along old scars,\n\n\" I don't generally get much farther than the unconscious part'a this kind'a diplomacy. \" He shrugs, \" Tying her up might make fer a good start, s'far as OUR well-being's concerned, but it ain't gonna do much fer hers, nor her mood when she comes around. \"\n\nHe lowers his hands to his waist, drumming the fingers of one against the other's clenched fist,\n\n\" Well, it's evident that her solution ta this is ta run away from it fer the time being. If the problem needs solving, facing it head-on is the other alternative. Lacking more knowledge on just what's wrong with her.. well, we could give her a good stern talking ta... I know how ta do that. \"\n\nHe glances at the others, fishing for ideas, but comes up short with a shrug." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"Well, I'd bet my last copper that it's lycanthropy. I don't know as much about it as I would like to. But you do hear about it in the woods 'round here. I've heard the cat forms are a pretty benign temperament - it's the rat and wolf forms you have to look out for. She'll change when the moon rises. The rhymes of lore say the 3 days of the full moon and this is the 3rd day.\" \n\nKiah looks troubled.\n\n \"She knows about it or she wouldn't have tried to get out'a town.\" Kiah looks a Si'rene, \"I didn't think she knew when I threw a fit back at the campsite.\"\n\n\"Maybe that would have been the best thing for her but I don't think so. I can't see her living out the night in this storm, once she changes back - especially if she is lost.\" \n\nKiah turns to Si'rene \"Did she say anything that might help?\"\n\n\"I've been thinking about the strength of that werewolf we faced. It was terrible! But I don't think all lycanthropes are not like that or it would have been in all the stories. So I would say ropes. But we have to make them so that they can be adjusted quickly, and tightened firmly. Her body shape will change.\" \n\nKiah stops and thinks... \"OK, I don't like this but..... If I was going to tie a cat of unknown size I would say two bands, one under the armpits and one at the hips, and on her back in the bed. She won't be able to slip out the way a cat's legs bend, and she won't be able to bite the rope. We also need to stop her from turning somehow, and getting here paws under her.\" \n\nKiah glances and both of them.\n\n \"Who is good with ropes? I'll go get them.\" She starts to leave the room.\n\n i wonder if the druid can talk to her in animal form?\n\ncan anyone of the wizards or sorcerers drain strength - in case i am wrong about her strength? ah! Achkby did that.\" \n\nKiah puts her head back in. \"I'm going to bring Achkby and the druid also OK?\" \n\nIf no one says anything further Kiah will go find the person they recommend is good with ropes. She will also try to find Achkby and bring them both up. She hesitates before talking to the druid, worried about how he will take the situation and the time taken to explain it. If she sees Delphinia or Lissa she will go over and ask them if they are good with animals.\n\nAnyone paying attention (all that cider!) would notice she is nervous and in a hurry." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Ss\n\n \"Ha lad, that bastard is only part of it. I have another grudge that needs takin care of. Ive got all the time in the world for that grudge, though. This necromancer is going to die by our hands lad, no worries about you \n\nTo Achlkby\n \"You seemed interested lad, you ever had one of those dreams?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn retreats to his romm and lies on his bed. He complacently tosses his 'short sword' into the air and catches it. They're ignoring me. Just like I was at home. That was a crazy place. Dad was crazy. He had some sort of personality disorder. He was either really mean or really nice. Poor mom also, not like dad though. She always claimed we were from a different plane. Said the portal here had changed my dad, made him psycho. I suppose I took after them a bit also. At the back of my mind, I know where the portal is... Fizahn sheathes his 'short sword' and adopts a look of concentration.\n\n But when I focus on it, it's gone. I doubt I'd want to go to Anaston anyway. There was too much of a police force. And Bayerdain bordering it didn't help any...\n\nWait... Bayerdain? That's new. Whatever, unpleasant times. Best not to dwell on them. I should hit a caravan in the morn... With his last thought floating in his mind, Fizahn drifts off to sleep." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nFinally, the cider overtakes her and she grows sleepy. She rises and walks up the stairs, passing various members of their group on the way. Looking into the room they have Katrine in, Nyssa nods to Kiah but does nothing else, knowing the situation is well in hand and there's little she could personally contribute.\n\nWhen she gets to her room, she enters quietly, trying not to wake Delphinia. Checking on the halfling to make sure she looks warm enough (and adding a blanket if she doesn't), Nyssa then kneels and prays to Kelemvor for her family, for Orrin, and for anyone else that may have been lost to the others around her.\n\nRising, she removes most of her robes and climbs into her bed. Within a few minutes, she's sound asleep." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs,\n\n\" One'a the gnomes might know a thing or two about ropes. Makes me wish I hadn't hocked my set'a manacles fer food in Velprintalar. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Since the Druid is gone... \n\nAchkby looks up at Thokk. \" No. Not a dream of mirrors. But I have had other dreams, which... have shown me a path, like yours. Shown me where I must go from here.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ha, dreams that tell yer what to do? Never had one o those before. Besides, they are never clear enough to see a whole lot, the only thing that is ever perfect is me. Everything else is covered in a red haze. Only three colors I dream in. Black, Red, and white. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks at Thokk with raised eyebrows. After a moment, he shakes his head.\n\" My dreams don't tell me what to do so much as... as what I want to do. When I'm dreaming, that's the only time when evrything's not hazy.\nWhen I'm awake, I'm not... as well connected to myself as some of the others. Especially these people we've just picked up. Nolan, he seems to understand himself completely, and his sister, she's utterly convinced of her place in the world. Like it's been set. But me... I'm always changing. Where I am now, what I am now, that's not what I will be.\nWhen I'm awake, I can tell--. I have a vague feeling that this just isn't it . But not what is. Only in dreams, in some dreams, can I understand what... what comes next. \"\nHe offers an awkward sort of sideways, self-conscious smile.\" Or something like that. \"" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\n[hr]\n Common room \nKiah enters the common room with a harried expression on her face. The room looking depressingly empty. where has everyone gone? we can't have... well, there's achkby. now kiah be nice. last time didn't work out so good. \n\nShe moves quickly over to Achkby table, stepping carefully around Hajih's splayed legs and the sleeping wolf.\n\n \"Excuse me Achkby, can we get your help upstairs? We have an urgent problem.\" \n\nShe glances at the druid but doesn't say anything. The prospect of explaining it all to him quickly is just too daunting.\n\nOn the way up Kiah will give Achkby a quick explanation of the situation.\n\n \"Katrin is a were-cat of some sort. We can't let her outside in this storm so we are trying to find a way to restrain her when she changes tonight. I was hoping your strength sapping ray could help if things go bad.\" \n \"Have you seen Lissa or Fizahn?\" \n\n[hr]\n Upstairs hallway \nIf Kiah sees Lissa in the hallway listening at a door in the upstairs hallway she will definitely raise an eyebrow. However, there are more immediate concerns\n\n \"Lissa, we need you help with Katrin. It's urgent... Are you good with ropes? Katrin is a were-cat. We can't let her outside in this storm so we are trying to find a way to restrain her when she changes tonight. That's where you come in...\" \n\nEDIT: not going to happen ( Spot Lissa (1d20+4=5) ). If no one is going to direct Kiah to Lissa or Fizahn she is going to start swearing to herself and go down the hallway knocking on doors until someone DOES.\n\n[hr]\n Room \nAs they all enter the room Kiah will hurriedly explain what she was thinking of." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stands in the hallway for a few moments, watching Callos walk away.\n\n What was that all about? Is he upset about something I did, or . . . I can't figure him out. He wasn't mad, but some of the things he said were, strange. \n\nTiriel shakes off the last of her thoughts and then opens the door to her room.\n\nooc:\n@ Lost Sage - if Lissa was hiding, you'd have to make spot checks to see her. You might want to edit your last post to include one. I already told Phasm that there was no way that Tiriel would see Lissa unless she rolled a 1 to hide/move silently." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n I need to get some sleep. What the hell did I just accomplish there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. \n\nWith a tired sigh Callos shakes his head and retreats to his room. If there is any sign that he sees the snooping halfling or even Kiah he doesn't show it. Once inside of the room he is quick to have all of his belongings packed for when they left in the morning and went to bed.\n\n((But unfortunately Callos has some skill in spot and listen checks. Not that he cares that is.))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nTo Kiah\n\n \"Lass, ye cant just take the lad away like that. We are in the middle of a brew, tis bad manors to just interrupt like that. Unless yer want to grab a pint and sit down yerself, you are more then welcome. And mine needs to be refilled. \n\nThokk raises his voice to the bartender\n\n \"Oy! Barkeep! Another round for my table, and have you any large tankards that can be brought over? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Delphinia, Nyssa and Nolan head up to bed early. Fizahn, too, slips away sullenly and turns in. Lissa and Aeroz are nowhere to be found. Perhaps they too decided to catch up on their sleep.\n\nHajih, Yix, Achkby and Thokk converse, laugh and drink many mugs of the Dancing Dragon's warm cider into the wee hours of the morning. Hajih and Yix eventually pass out at the table. Achkby shows a surprising amount of tolerance, keeping up with Thokk, who seems hardly affected by the heady, spicy brew.\n\nTrinark helps Hajih up to bed. Elthan cups Yix in his hands, as if he were a sleeping kitten, and carries him upstairs as well, tucking the pseudodragon into Hajih's floppy hat.\n\nKiah comes downstairs to request Achkby's presence upstairs. Achkby reluctantly leaves his dwarf friend behind and follows the middle aged woman up the staircase.\n\n[hr]\nTiriel and Callos converse quietly in the hall, seemingly oblivious to the passage of their friends up and down the stairs. Eventually, Callos stumbles down the hall to his room, while Tiriel turns and opens the door to her room ...\n\n[hr]\nSi'rene, Kiah, Achkby and Lumpy are gathered around the bed. Katrin, bound by ropes, slowly stirs, opening her eyes. She takes in the situation in an instant, nodding her approval.\n\nAlthough it is late, Katrin remains fully human. \"Perhaps the moonlight is being blocked by the clouds?\" Si'rene hypothesizes.\n\nJust then Katrin seems to shiver or vibrate and a black panther is lying on the bed, bound by ropes, and entangled in Katrin's winter clothes and gear.\n\nThe panther, much longer and thinner than Katrin in her human form, wriggles free in an instant and rolls to her feet, yawning and stretching.\n\n[hr]\nThokk and the lizardman find themselves alone downstairs as the firelight slowly dies down. Thokk holds up the dreamcatcher and watches it spin in the firelight ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy keeps still, slowly spreading his arms as if to hold back the others,\n\n\" Nobody do nothing hasty. not til we see what she's gonna do... \"\n\nHe sincerely hoped she wasn't going to go feral or anything. He was woefully unprotected without his armor. While he wasn't sure whether he might beat the panther in a fight, there wasn't much hope of doing so without killing her, which he was sure they'd rather avoid. So jaw set grimly, he waits." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n ah.... that was fast.... \n\nKiah tries to remain still and calm, so the cat will not pick up any hostile intentions, and checks the distance to the nearest cover (humaniod or otherwise). What are their options? She slowly looks at the strength of the shuttered window (if there is one) and the door. Would they hold the cat? Maybe it would be possible to just slowly walk out and close the door behind them. Or, glancing in Achkby's direction, if they can weaken it enough they can just tie it up again. Then there's always the direct approach.\n\n \"Hello Katrin\" says Kiah in a calm low voice \"Do you know us?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Whoa... \"\n\nAchkby giggles a little." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ah Scaley, I dont know about you, but for not being mead, this cider is pretty good!\" \n\nThokk takes another deep draught and smacks his lips appreciativly\n\n \"Ah, good stuff. So, what were you saying again this 'dreamcatcher' will do? Looks great, thats for sure\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan closes the door to Hajihs room and begins to head to his closer to the stairs. That dragons a funny one, I wonder where they picked him up? I'll ask in the morning. \n\nHe passes Callos as they head to their respective rooms. I wonder if I should bother him about it?... Elthan stops once he gets to his door, and spots Callos closing his. He heads back down the hallway and knocks on the door." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian had moved over to warm himself by the fire and sipped his tankard with only the slightest noise.\n\nHe had been staring into the fire as Thokk had been twirling with the dreamcatcher.\n\nRelaxed by the cider and the warmth, his mind idled as he watched the flames flicker and dance.\n\nHe blinked and frowned suddenly. He could have sworn he had seen figures within the flame.\n\n \"Ah, good stuff. So, what were you saying again this 'dreamcatcher' will do? Looks great, thats for sure\" , the dwarf said to the side but Ssathiya did not hear him.\n\nHe peered intently into the flames. He made them out now, figures twirling, dancing fighting.\n A hunt...a great beast leaping \n \"Scaley?\" \n\nThe druid sits up with a gasp. He turns and stares at Thokk, an expression of surprise on his features.\n\nThokk only raises his bushy eyebrows in question.\n\n \"Nothing.\"\n\n\"I know not what i see anymore\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stands in the doorway, dumbstruck. Then she sighs and says to no one in particular, which means the entire room,\n \"I'm not going to get any sleep tonight, am I?\" \n\nShe prepares to hold the door agaist her friend if nessicary, sharing a glance with the others she's trapped in the room.\n\n If it comes to having someone wrestle her down, I guess I'm it. \n\nooc: Tiriel has a base str of 20, I couldn't see Lumpy's profile, bhdrake, is his any higher? &lt;-- Tiriel's not sure, but he did cut a hydra in half... :D but Katrine is her friend, so meh." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy answers the query with a shrug,\n\n\" Could be. Could be she's in a mood ta be nice-like though. Not something I've dealt with before. \"\n\n((OOC Yeah, the site I had Lumpy's sheet on is gone or somesuch. I'll post it again when I can log onto sylnae. His STR is only 18 (PB is rough on half-orcs), but his grapple is +10 from his higher BAB))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Panther \n\nThe panther glances around briefly, taking in the tense expressions of everyone in the room. Her eyes narrow and she crouches slightly when Kiah speaks. She starts growling, a low, warning growl." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Man, that cider did a number on my stomach. I think there was something gone a little bad in there \" Aeroz states as he heads towards the sound of Lumpy's voice. Walking into the room with the very large cat growling at people, he stops abruptly \" What's with all the...oy \n\nAeroz freezes at the sight of such a large animal being surrounded by many concerned people." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"Hey, cut that out! Tiriel says to the panther.\n\n \"So if anyone wants out, nows' the time, because I'm going to close the door. \"\n\nooc: Tiriel is blocking the doorway so Aeroz wouldn't have been able to enter the room, no doubt he still got an eyefull though." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn snores remarkably loudly for someone of his small stature.\n\nOOC: Did that not thrill you to no end?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You awaken from your slumber slowly. Flakes are still falling, and the roof groans as the snow piles up overhead.\n\nHow much time has passed? It feels like you've been asleep for a whole week.\n\nYou meet your friends downstairs for a breakfast of warm porridge and toast. \"It looks like even you folks'll be snowed in for a few days,\" observes the innkeeper.\n\nYou wonder what ever happened to Katrin, who was last seen in panther form ..." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan\n\n Sitting in quiet meditation after getting the few hours of sleep he needed, Nolan waits for Nyssa to wake before joining the others downstairs.Waking up to find an extra blanket over her body, Delphinia smiles slightly. She sits up quietly, trying very hard to not wake Nyssa or Nolan.\n\nOf course, Nolan isn't sleeping, and he can hear Delphinia's joints pop as she stretches. After stretching, she sits there for a bit, reluctant to leave the warmth of the blankets. \n\n\"Are you waiting for her,\" Nolan whispers. \n \n Delphinia shakes her head with a grin, then realizes that it's dark enough he can't see. \"Nah, just don't want to get up. It's warm in here,\" she whispers back.\n\nNeither having anything else to say, they both sit silently in the darkness until Nyssa opens her mouth.\n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn awakes groggily. He gets up slowly and rubs the sleep from his eyes. A baffled expression crosses his face as he ponders a dream he had. Do I know anyone named Juan? Ahhh... It's fading already, good. Just a normal dream. Not like the ones I had in the Underdark. Fizahn shudders as he contemplates his dreams in the Underdark. After these unpleasant thoughts, Fizahn gets up and checks all his equipment. After he's satisfied that it's all there, he dresses in his winter gear.\n\n Fizahn makes an appearance downstairs ready to leave. His eyes widen in horror as he hears they are snowed in. \"You mean I have to spend multiple days with these gargantuan oafs? Fine, hold my rooms indefinately.\" He turns and attempts to locate Tiriel. He walks up next to her and looks at her uninterestedly. \"How'd everything go with Katrin.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe awakens slowly, aware she's being watched. \"If you both continue to watch me so intently, I feel I must do something at least moderately entertaining. How does a ballad strike you two?\" I am being followed by my own private army of introverts. \n\nSmiling, Nyssa rises slowly, and pulls velvet robes on over her underclothes. \"I bet there's porridge downstairs. That's almost bland enough to excite you, Nolan.\" Saying nothing else, she heads downstairs." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan\n \n \"Oh, would you? I'd love a story,\" Nolan says with an overdone edge of sarcasm. He unfolds off the bed and precedes her down the stairs, then takes up the same spot he vacated the night before. Sitting on the floor in the corner, he watches the others eat through deceptively drowsy-looking eyes.\n\nDelphinia snorts and gets up to follow Nyssa. Once downstairs, she takes a bowl and sits next to Nyssa, eating quietly. I wonder how 'snowed in' we are? Too much so to have a snowball fight? She smirks into her bowl and wonders idly if anyone else feels an extreme need to have some fun." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nAssuming Thokk and Ss go to sleep soon after the 'unease'\n\nThokk takes the oppertunity to hear about the snow in, and for one of the first times in his life rolls over and proceeds to go back to sleep, finally getting up several hours later then usual to join the group downstairs\n\n \"Ach, I feel rested! What about yer all?\" Barkeep! Have yer a forge within this estabolisment, or something similiar? If not, what about something that can tan hides?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nEventually Lissa gives up and goes to bed, the cider having combined with her fatigue to make it difficult for even her to stay awake. I'll see if I can't corner her in the morning... shouldn't have stayed up so late, be lucky to make it through my evening prayers. Fortunately she does manage her full hour of nightly prayers, renewing her bond with her deity.\n\nThe smell of breakfast draws Lissa out of her warm nest of blankets and downstairs, where she proceeds to show her appreciation for the cook's abilities by devouring a large bowl of porridge and several slices of toast. \"Mmm... after all that time in the Underdark, I don't think I'll ever take real food for granted again!\" She takes a drink of hot herbal tea. \"Snowed in, eh? As in, 'the roads are impassable', or 'the snow is packed so deep against the doors that nobody's getting out of the building'?\" " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah walks bleary eyed into the common room in the early morning. It doesn't look like she has slept much. The smell of breakfast hits her like a wall. Holding on to the door jam she closes her eyes and breaths in deeply as her stomach rumbles. Images flash in her mind of many other sleepless nights and the disorienting fog of early morning. better get some food, then sleep. food. sleep. that order. \n\nShe looks around in an abstract manner, then takes a bowl of porridge and navigates slowly over to the table that Delphinia, Nolan and Nyssa are sittings at.\n\n \"Excuse me, would you mind if I bunked in your room? With everything that happened last night I didn't have a chance to find a room. And I could really use a solid 8 hours.\" \n\nLooking down at her bowl she remembers the eating part.\n\n \"Mind if I join you?\" \n\nSitting down, Kiah begins eating carefully." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia looks up at Kiah with a mischeivious grin playing about her lips. \"I sure don't mind, on either count. Pull up a chair.\" Watching Kiah take her seat, Delphinia notes the obvious weariness to her. \"What were you doing all night that you didn't get any sleep? Unless it's none of my damn business.\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa smiles warmly at Kiah. \"Of course you're welcome to rest in our room. And to join us now. \n\nWith a glance to her brother, she adds, \"I saw some of what was happening last night, but it looked as if you had it well in hand. How did it turn out? And, unlike Delphinia, I don't mind if it's none of my 'damn business.'\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Wow, that was one eventfull night. I really hope we don't get another like that for a while \" Aeroz manages to speak in between bites of his breakfast. Up earlier than most due to his low sleep requirements, he has been going over the past couple of weeks...was it weeks? It seemed much longer than that. Nonetheless, he takes the time to enjoy a proper meal." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Hi guys, I might not be around much, some unhappy **** has gone down on my side of the world.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Whhoagghhh... \n\nAchkby goes back to sleep.\n\n ----------some while later------------ \n Whuaggh. Yuck. Blah. \n\nAhckby gets up.\n\n Whow. Not smart. Fun though. I think... \n\nAchkby puts on a shirt and stumps downstairs. He blearily maneuvers his way into a seat with a bowl of porridge in his hand and a huge (for him) mug of water. He finishes them the other way round." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Last Night (or last week...) \n Panther \nThe panther stops growling but remains tense, watching everyone in the room, as if waiting to see who makes the first move. Eventually, the panther sits down on the bed, still watching everyone. The tip of her tail twitches nervously." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Last Night \nKiah relaxes as the panther sits down on the bed. well, she hasn't pounced yet... i think i'd better just leave this to the ones she knows well. \nMirroring the panther's movements, Kiah moves back to lean against the wall, being careful to stay more-or-less behind Lumpy or Tiriel so the cat doesn't feel surrounded.\n\n-----\n Morning \n\nKiah's mouth opens, then closes again. Delphinia doesn't know... This is surprising to Kiah, who is used to small communities where everyone knows what everyone else is doing.\n\n \"It went well enough. It's a long story though, and not really mine to tell. They are pretty private about it.\" \n\nShe smiles at Delphinia, \"So are we snowed in? How's Gladi taking it?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel groggily makes her way downstairs. She isn't picky about her food order, as long as everything is warm, and sits down by herself near the fireplace and mechanically starts to eat her breakfast.\n\nShe blinks at Fizahn, taking her time to figure out what he wants.\n \"Oh, everything was ... fine. After Si'rene and I kicked everyone out of the room, we stayed up and talked... Speaking of which, this is the second night I haven't got much sleep. So that's what I plan on doing today. Sleep.\" \n\nTiriel makes her way to her room where she collapses on the bed only managing to mumble to Sirene, \"Only wake me if it's really important, \" before falling to sleep." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\nDelphinia blinks for a moment. I hadn't realized anyone else remembered her name. Huh. \"I'll be checking on Gladi after I eat. Though I can't imagine why she'd be anything other than fine. As to the snow, I haven't seen or heard exactly how bad it is, but everyone seems to be expecting to stay here for the day.\"\n\n Nolan opens his eyes a little more and shrugs at Nyssa, then looks to Kiah. \"I won't molest you if you sleep my bed.\" \n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nWhen the necromancer came down stairs after a not quite so restful night he looked...elated and twitchy at the same time. Talking to the two that he had before going to sleep had been very liberating but that didn't mean he had garnered much sleep in any case. No. Instead he had only had nightmares again. It made him shudder and look down at his own body, as if to make sure it was still there. Approaching where everyone else was preparing to eat Callos looked at them warily before nodding his head to them and sitting down." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih staggers down the stairs, the long scar along the top of his head clearly visable without his hat.\n\n \"Ugh, what is in that cider?\" \n\nHe staggers to a table before getting some of the toast and a large mug of cider." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAs usual, Lumpy is up early. He'd returned to his room shortly after the face-off with Katrin, as soon as it became evident that there was little need for him to be there. Consequently, he'd managed to get as much sleep as he needed to be comfortable and entered the common room looking fairly refreshed. Almost in a good mood, even.\n\nMore notably, however, was the fact that he is already fully dressed, heavy winter clothes tightened around his broad form, cloak clasped tightly against the cold. He pauses for a moment to confer with the innkeeper a moment, posing a query quietly. Intending to go outside before breakfast, he stops to address everyone who has thus far trickled in to eat,\n\n\" Looks like we've gotta reprieve'a sorts, leastaways 'til we can figure out a way ta get moving again. Best take the chance ta rest up real good, might not get another shot at it once we're out again making up lost time. I'll be back in soon enough, I got an old friend ta pay respects ta. \"\n\nHe turns to muscle the door open against the snow, but pauses again, throwing a glance over his shoulder,\n\n\" Oh, and I gotta piece ta say later tonight when we can all get tagether. It'll wait 'til then though. \"\n\nHe heaves his way outside, making sure to shut the door tightly behind him. Armed with recently acquired knowledge as to the whereabouts of the temple to Shaundakal, he stubbornly begins to forge a path through the snow.\n\n((OOC I'm assuming the door can be opened. If necessary, he'll climb through a window or whatever he needs to do.))" }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah raises an eyebrow at Nolan's comment. \"OK. But really, I'm...\" ...probably too old to share a bed with you. Opps, better not say that. I'll embarrass the poor boy. [/color] she grins at his innocent eyes. \"...I thank you. I'll just try to make myself comfortable without getting in the way too much\" \n\nLooking back at Delphinia Kiah continues. \"I kind of got the impression that you travelled a lot. Moving place to place. You have that air about you. I haven't seen you around this edge of the Forest of Lethyr though. Have you been there?\" \n\n(OOC: a forest not too far from the Hydra lair)\n\nKiah watches Lumpy go out with interest. \"There's an intersting one. I don't think people give him enough credit.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"I don't know Hajih, alchohol ?\" Elthan quips sarcastically as he passes Hajih on the way down. Holding three similar, thin volumes in his right hand, he grabs a loaf of bread and a mug in the left and drops it all in a position opposite to Callos. He definetly seems a bit more energetic than usual.\n\"I understand we've been snowed in, or at least that it's unwise to travel. The Druid will probally insist on plowing ahead, but I think the group consensus will be to stay here.\" He takes a bite of bread and washes it down before continueing, \"Needless to say, I'm going to get a bit of study done. You look like you could use a bit of sleep.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\"Hmph. I'm beginning to think less and less of trying to sleep.\"\n\nAt the questioning look he would most likely get from Elthan he spoke up again.\n\n\"Nightmares. Are those what I think they are?\" He asks, inclining his head towards the volumes before taking a small piece of bread from the whole and holding it in his hands. Holding it for a long moment before he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\n She nods at Kiah's assessment. \"Yep, I'm a wanderer. I've never been to these parts before. Just my luck to stay at an inn when this lot gets attacked there.\" She waves a hand, indicating the rest of the people in the group. \"Gladi likes being around people, so when they didn't mind us coming along, we just changed the way we were wandering to coincide with the way they happened to be going. Though, to be honest, she much prefers the company of small children with treats in their pockets.\" She grins and turns to watch Lumpy leave.\n\n With a shrug and a bite of toast, she says, \"I'm not completely sure these kids want what he's got to offer them.\"\n\n\n Nolan, satisfied that he has performed to expectations regarding conversation, lets his eyes slip back to their nearly-closed state and returns to watching the rest of the group. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nA lump of blankets rise and fall away next to the fireplace. A shivering lizardman stands.\n\nHis hide armor lies beside the fire place.\n\nHe wraps his naked torso in the blankets as he shivers and throws the few remaining logs in the fire. A buckskin pants covered his lower limbs with a flap in the front and a hole behind for his tail.\n\nA cold-blooded creature who would produce no heat of his own, he depended entirely on ambient temperature. The current cold snap would only worsen his situation.\n\nAfter sitting in silence next to a weak fire he shuffles towards a table where the others are sitting.\n\nHe growls at the innkeeeper dropping the blankets the man had provided. A soft growl not the least threatening to his companions but enough to make the innkeeper maintain a respectful distance and then plops heavily down next to Callos.\n\nTearing the loaf before him he holds one piece while offering the other to Callos, he doesn't meet his eyes but a more penitent sag of the shoulder is clear." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n \"That's what has been confusing me. This group\" looking around \"has a lot of very experienced people in it. There is enough power here to take on a small army. Now sure, there is a lack of organization. I think that bothers Lumpy. That's not really what I'm thinking of though. It's...\"\n\n\"Well, maybe I care too much about my own problems. But If there really is an ancient necromancer that has come back from the dead and has possessed Sherya of some noble house and wants to raise an army of undead he would do very well to have us out of the way. Which seems to be exactly what we are doing heading north with winter coming on.\"\n\n\"Then there all the strange coincidences and stuff. People meeting people on the road. People escaping at the last minute. That's the work of the gods that tells me. The dice of chance are loaded. There are big things afoot or we all wouldn't be here.\"\n\n\"But nobody here talks about it. Everyone treats it like it's their own personal vendetta or something. I...\" \n\nKiah catches herself. Then takes a deep breath.\n\n well, that was smooth of you kiah, so much for idle chit chat \n \"Sorry, I babble when I'm tired. I dare say I'm not making much sense. I just got too many questions...\" \n\nLooking back at Delphinia with a wiry grin,\n\n \"Well, if you're a wanderer then I'm a stick in the mud. I know everything within a few days journey but everything else is just book learning. So when I hear about some army of undead coming to my forest I get a bit upset.\"\n\n\"Perhaps it's time I got some sleep.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix wakes up to the smells for the smells of breakfast, it seems he would have slept for ever if it hadn't been for the smell of a delectible meal. He moves hurriedly to the table making sure their will be enough for him." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAt the end of Kiah's speech, Lissa looks up from her porridge bowl with a rather sardonic smile. \"Well of course the gods are meddling in recent events. Ancient evil necromancer, poised to raise an undead army of epic proportions and attempt world conquest? A lot of deities wouldn't want to see that happen. And lo, we have representatives from several different churches here!\" She sips her tea, brow furrowed in thought. \"Kinda makes me wonder why Lathander, bane of everything undead, hasn't sent a representative to this party. Well... another one...\" Her voice trails off, and she stares into her mug with the expression of someone remembering a bittersweet memory." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah looks at Lissa carefully and says gently \"What happened?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n After learning that nothing interesting happened with the were-panther, Fizahn wanders idly away from Tiriel. Nothing happened. I suppose that even in my life there isn't action every waking second. I need to test my skills. Perhaps Katrin might be up for pulling off a heist before we leave. I do think we have plenty of time to plan it. Fizahn sets off in search of Katrin. Once he finds her, he will attempt to get her alone and propose that they rob a shop together." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks up at Elthan and Callos at his table with him. A smile haphazardly climbs onto his cheeks.\n\n\" What's this? You two, sharing common books? I didn't think you type ever consulted our reading material, \" he chides Callos." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The innkeeper shovels a path toward a main road while his sons attempt to clear the roof of snow to prevent its collapse. The snowfall is several feet deep, but is light and easily compacted.\n\nLumpy slips out the front door. The half-orc pushes his way through the drifts looking for ... who knows?\n\nThokk, too, makes his way outside as soon as he finishes his breakfast, looking for someone who can tan the cryohydra hide he has been carrying with him.\n\nThe rest of you linger by the fire. You appear to have the inn to yourself, which seems a bit strange, but you are grateful for the privacy. The innkeeper himself seems not to notice the fact that you are traveling with a lizardman and a dark elf. The riding dogs are also welcome indoors, and they are soon snoozing by the hearth.\n\nThokk soon returns with a smile on his face. He had found a tanner traveling with one of the caravans who is willing to work on the hydra hide. She must augement her skills with magic, because she promises to have the hide ready in just three days. As it happens, it will probably take at least this long before the snow settles and melts enough to allow passage toward Mulsantir.\n\nThokk took the opportunity to scout the village. Its services are primarily geared towards the caravans that pass through in the spring, summer, and fall. There is a smithy and several provisioners, but little else of interest. The caravans themselves, however, are full of merchants with a wide variety of goods for sale or trade.\n\nThe caravans seem to be waiting for something. Thokk saw their wagons clustered together into mini-stockades, each caravan guarded by their own outfit of guards. They don't appear to be planning to leave the town any time soon." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen the lizardman sat down next to him Callos froze. Just what the hell was he going to do now? Last time he had come this close lizard fingers had ended up in her mouth. Taking the beard he stared at the lizardfolk for a moment before nodding and eating the piece. With a dersive snort he glanced at Ackby.\n\n\"I'm interested in all kinds of reading material's Ackby, when I have the time for it.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Second time I've ever seen snow. Ever. \" Aeroz remarks, staring out a window. He stands up and walks out of the inn, drawing his thick cloak over himself to keep warm. The cloak not helping, he goes back inside and goes to take a seat at Kiah and Delphinia's table.\n\n\" It is really odd. I haven't bothered to speak with any of the people our little group has encountered along the way and has introduced into its folds. I figure now is a good a time as any, considering the lack of shapechanging worgs and multi-headed lizards. That and Edgar's company is kind of unpleasant on a good day \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan silently nods to Callos before taking another drink. \"Indeed. Nightmares or not, however, you should still look out for your health.\" He swallows another chuck of bread as the Druid takes his seat, notcing the blanket drapped over him, and watches he and Callos split breakfast. \"What about you Lizard, how have you slept recently? No nightmares I hope?\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter finishing his breakfast Yix decides to sit in front of the fire basking in its warm glow. However, he soon finds himself bored just sitting there. Hebegins to pace back and forth as te restlessness begins to take hold of him." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa sits and listens to Kiah and Delphinia as they converse, having little to add. She smiles and nods to Aeroz as he sits and joins them. \"Aeroz, correct? I'm Nyssa, just in case you don't recall, and you probably remember Delphinia and Kiah.\" She tilts her head at her brother, seated nearby in a near-meditative state. \"That gentleman attempting to attain a higher plane of breakfast is Nolan, my brother.\" \n\nShe looks around, and then adds, \"Does anyone recall mention of a shrine of Kelemvor in this town?\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\nDelphinia takes the opportunity that Kiah's interest in Lissa provides to slide out of her chair and onto the floor where Gladi is now lounging by the fire. She turns back and gives a small wave to Aeroz when Nyssa says her name. Adjusting both of them so she can still talk to the people at the table, she wiggles and squirms to end up using the dog as a backrest. Looking at Nolan, though, she cracks a wide grin. \"Aren't you up high enough there Tallfolk? They have something special on your plane, like waffles, or muffins?\" \n\nNolan lifts one eyebrow, then rolls his eyes. \"Yes, this is me visualizing waffles.\" He picks up both hands and uses them to pretend to eat something in a grossly exaggerated fashion.\n\nDelphinia laughs, a rich hearty sound. Gladi picks up on the mirth and gives a few loud barks." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWhen their leather-clad elf leader had stood by the window and mentioned his fascination with snow. Ssathiya couldn't help internally shaking his head.\nThe first hour was the extent his interest in the white soft flaky things falling from the sky had lasted.\n\nA druid, acquainted with the cycles of nature, his personal experience with any environment other than his marsh was nonexistent before the warmbloods here had entered his life. Nothing prepared him for the Underdark and his knowledge that the beasts and plants slept in this season was all he had been taught aside from details about the weather. Reminiscing about his druidic training had also returned the pang of his duty to his tribe. Despite sending a message nearly a moon ago, a response from them still hadn't arrived.\n\nWere they safe? Was there even a tribe left or had he been too late. Perhaps it wasn't his disobediance to the vision in Tef-lAm that was the cause of the absence of Semuanya's guiding visions. Perhaps the very reason behind taking up the vision-quest was gone now. By failing the tribe he would have failed their God and given good cause to be abandoned by him.\n\nIt was in this introspective turmoil that Elthan's vioce broke through to ask about nightmares.\n\nRecalling the hazy vision the night before, the lizardman's face took a look of near anguish before recovering to its usual set determined, unemotional state. But not almost, the lost worried look he had harboured as he wandered about his tribe only deepened.\n\nSsathiya swept his tail out of Aeroz's path as he walked to the table where the newcomers sat. Looking up at Elthan as if he had something to say, he darts a glance at achkby and Callos. Chewing less slowly on the bread he stands gazing out the window, where Aeroz stood moments ago.\n\n{I'm not sure how everyone is seated but Ssathiya isn't interested in anyone he doesn't trust deeply in hearing what he has to say to Elthan. so i'm hoping the window in question isn't right beside Kiah, Nyssa, nolan and Delphi}" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAs the Druid sweeps his tail to clear Aeroz's path, it catches Yix's attention. Yix in his boredom forgoes careful thinking a begins to stalks the Druid's tail. He looks both ways, and quickly darts behind a chair, hiding as best as possible, except his own tail gives away his location. He then inches (or centimeters if you use the metric system) forward to get a glimpse of his newly found \"prey.\" Careful moving from cover to cover Yix manages to get within a good distance of the tail without it seeing him. As the Druid stands there gazing out the window, Yix creeps a little closer before pouncing on the tail." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthans glibness fades instantly as he stands up from the table. \"I'll be back. Go ahead and look through the books if you want. They won't kill you.\" He leaves everything on the table as he follows the lizard to the window, shooing Yix after the pounce." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ahaha! Im gonna have me new hide! Just the thing to help this beaten armor and keep it in shape. Ha Achklby, you have enough last night? You managed to keep up for a while lad, but it looks like you had a tad much.\" \n\nThokk sweeps his gaze over the group, seeing that it is slightly serious\n\n \"Ach, my apologies if Im interrupting somethin. Im gonna head back out in an hour or so to get these teeth worked, anyone want to come along?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy gives the caravans only a passing glance as he makes his way through the village, his normal wariness buried beneath distracted thoughts. There was a lot to consider these days, almost enough to make him wish for times when things were much simpler for him. When he could take a job, any job, and get paid for it. What it was usually different matter, discretion was favorable and morals were a hindrance. Something in the back of his mind told him he might not ever be able to go back to that. He'd been stained by the past few weeks and he hadn't decided whther the outcome was for the better yet.\n\nWhich brought him to the present. He wasn't sure what set him upon this specific path, but ever since the innkeeper had mentioned the temple, he'd felt inclined to visit it. He didn't know what the purpose was, and had little experience in such matters. It had been years since he'd visited one of the Windrider's temple. He didn't usually have reason to; his faith was exemplified best by his vagrant lifestyle, as many believed. He liked his patron, he really did, the measure of comfort belief in higher power can bring. That subtle faith was his one concession in a hardnosed approach to life.\n\nIt would do him good to see the shrine, whatever purpose it served. he was sure." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah nods and smiles to Aeroz as he joins the table. She is however, still leaving space for Lissa to continue if she wishes to and doesn't say anything further." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Cloaked Stranger \n\nA tall figure, dark against the blinding white of the snow, appears from a nearby inn accross the road. It's hood is up and covers it's face, but a lock of blond hair might be observed by those who's eyes are sharp enough to notice escaping from beneath the hood. The dark blue cloak is left open, however, and it is swept dramaticaly back by a sudden gust of (pesumably very cold) wind, causing it's owner to draw it about himself.\n\nThe figure detaches himself from the relative shelter of the eves of the building and forges a path through the not yet cleared snow on his side of the road. Tipping his head respectfully to the landloard as he passes him in his work, the figure makes his way down the cleared path to the door of the establishment known of as \"The Dancing Dragon.\"\n\nThe draft from the open door chills those within slightly, especialy patrons close to the door, but it is closed quickly. Stamping his boots on the welcoming mat to rid them of the acumulated snow and dirt from the short trip across the road, the stranger throws back his cloak and hood with a flick of his arms and head, revealing a full head of blond hair, shapely, well defined face with chisled features of striking handsomeness. The human, for that is what he clearly is, lacking the relative frailty of the elves, the elfin features of the half elves and the brutish features of the half orcs, is clothed in finely made and well fitting tavelers clothes, not quited designed for the current weather however. Were it not for the lack of sword, armor and horse, you might think him the hero of a tale or some bards song.\n\nAs the fast melting snow falls from the sholders of the figure some of you might recognise him as someone far more mysterious than he first appears, the person who appeared in the place of the dead Gnoll.\n\nThe man swept the room with his piercing green eyes, apparently looking for someone or someone, untill his eyes fall upon the lizardman. Supprise registers momentarialy before he smiles slightly but before he is able to do anything else a small psudodragon leaps from nowhere and latches itself onto the poor druid's tail.\n\nMomentarialy suprised by this unexpected development, the tall, blond man stoops to scoop up the creature, attempting to unfasten it's jaws before they draw blood.\n\n\" No, Yix, put it down ! \"\n\nThe voice is quiet, melodious, and full of humour at Yix's antics. Yet it is firm and strong enough to turn a few heads in the not-so-crowded bar." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn momentarily abandons his search for Katrin. I'm sure she had a long night. She'll be up later and then maybe we can talk about business. He turns his head when the strange man enters. He ignores the man and looks aimlessly about the common room. Perhaps Aeroz, Lyssa, or Yix- His thoughts are interrupted as he hears the newcomer address Yix. He quickly walks behind the man and in as gruff a voice as he can manage says. \"Are you aware that you're manhandling our pseudodragon there, buddy?\" He gazes past the man at Yix and practically bursts out laughing when he takes in the rest of the situation." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix becomes very confused when he all of a sudden lifted in the air. He squirms around in the man's trying to get a better vantage point. Upon seeing who it is he lets out a squeal of surprise. However, he still looks up at the man \"Who are you again?\"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Cloaked Stranger \n\nThe tall man's grin is as warming as the sun dispite the cold he has just endured.\n\n\" I was not under the impresion that Yix belonged to anyone ,\" he says jovialy. \n\n\nHe looks down at the psudodragon as it speaks into his mind, aparently unperterbed.\n\n\" Ah yes, I never did introduce myself properly. I am Evendur Durnhelder, though you knew me for longer as the Gnoll, Karzak. Well, I was not Karzak... but it is a long story, and not everyone I owe an explanation to is here. I would prefer to not have to repeat my story. \" he says aloud to Yix.\n\nScratching the psudodragon absentmindedly behind the ears, he finds himself a chair to sit upon and surveys the room. Placing Yix on his lap he adresses the Gnome to whom he is no longer a towering monolith.\n\n\" So, am I to understand that you have joined Katrin, Trinark, the Druid and Tiriel in their quest against Sethra? \" he asks, serious eyes fixed upon the Gnome's face. \n " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa easily remembers the cloaked stranger. She had the faces, names, and family histories of over a thousand of the dead in her mind, stretching back from when she was perhaps twelve.\n\nA stunned man on the bridge they found several days ago who subsequently disappeared was easy to recall. She remembered trying to lead him from the bridge, worried the hydra would re-appear at any second. She remembered the blank look frozen on Evendur's face, and found it in sharp contrast to the lively person before them now.\n\nNyssa fixes her grey-blue eyes on Evendur. \"Welcome back,\" she says, before returning to her food." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n Pre-Evendur \n\nThe grim looking retilian had been about to speak something personal to Elthan but was awarded a momentary respite by the playful pseudodragon. With amusement twinkling in his eyes, he pretended to offer the little mischief-maker some token resistance with his tail. He planned to flick up the little rascal and give him a forced stern look when he'd had enough.\n\nSo different from the hatchlings of his own tribe. A young lizadrkin learned the harsh realities of the world around him and the pecking order in a tribe early. The sooner it matured, the better ...for itself and the tribe. This little dragon was unlike what he'd been told about dragons by his master. It was an eternal child that lived for its own amusement.\n\n Post-Evendur \n\nHe'd have instinctively reacted. His jaws wound have been around the throat of the starnger who'd dared lay his hands on Yix.Except his own wisdom let him recognise that the strager was not intent on harming Yix. That and the fact that this was the coward that'd replaced the dogman. The druid would have been furious if he hadn't been so disgusted by the human's return.\n\nHe could see the newcomers sitting with Aeroz in the periphery of his vision. Those had been instrumental in defeating the hydra however. The dogman would have been honored by that kill.\n\n \"YOU\" , he utters. His face twists seemingly angry at his own acknowledegment of the human.\n\nIf Fizahn hadn't beaten him to it, he'd have growled out for him to leave Yix alone. His cool answer and tardiness in releasing Yix only served to stoke up ssathiya's rage. Muting his impulse to be violent, he reaches over and prys the paladin's hands open with his claws. He doesn't intentionally try to injure his hands but is overtly rough and indifferent about it.\n\nOnce he extricates Yix, he places him on an opposite shoulder as one might an errant pet and places his body between the human and Yix. Glowering at him but not wishing to say anything to a warmblood so far beneath him, the druid turns and walks back to the window and Elthan, with his back towards the newcomer.\n\nHe rubs Yix under the chin and behind the head as Yix had shown him before. wishing to soothe the little fellow of his sudden 'yanking'. {He won't stop Yix from getting down to do whatever else he wants}" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\nNolan sighs heavily at Nyssa. \"There's always room for more pudding, isn't there,\" he mutters quietly.\n\nDelphinia merely lifts an eyebrow. She puts an arm around Gladi's neck and scratches idly at her neck. Then she looks at Nolan. \"Hey. How do you feel about snowball fights?\" \n\nNolan lifts an eyebrow. \"I can't believe that someone as old as you would suggest that.\" \n\nDelphinia snorts then looks at Nyssa. \"How about you?\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe smiles, happy to see Delphinia feeling more at home. She gives Nolan a hefty poke in the arm when he once again mentions the halfling's age.\n\n \"We had snow very rarely where I grew up, and never enough to do anything with. How does a snowball fight work?\" She considers for a brief moment, and then adds, \"You know what? I'm sure I'll figure it out. Lead on.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur Durnhelder \n\nA sudden change overcomes the human, Evendur, as the lizardman's reaction to his apearance registers. The almost jovial expresion he was wearing drops to that of infinite seriousness and some concern as he slowly turns to look the lizardman in the eye. Not a trace of fear does he show, neither does he resist the removal of Yix from his lap, yet he remains unthreatening. Even once it has turned it's back on him, his eyes don't waver from the Lizardman.\n\n I half suspected to be forgotten, but I did not expect anything so hostile. Clearly I have mismanaged this reentrance to these peoples lives... \n\n\" I suppose the explanation is most important to you, Druid, for I sensed some bond forming between you and Karzak before he was killed. I appologise for making you wait, but know that in knowing him as well as I did, I understand that he was one of the best of his kind and whatever afterlife he has gone to, it is the best there is for him for he left this world in the most glorious of mannors. \"\n\nHe bows his head, perhapse in reverence of the dead Karzak, perhapse as a sign of respect for the very much alive and angry Lizardman." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\nWith a sly grin, Delphinia stands up and gets Gladi to follow her outside. Leave these kids to their own thing. None of my damn business. She slips through the door quickly and immediately grabs a handful of snow to show Nyssa what a snowball fight is all about as soon as she pops her head out of the door.\n\n \"I suppose I'll have to defend you from the snow now.\" Nolan stands gracefully and follows Nyssa outside with a sigh." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa, pulling on furs as she emerges from the tavern, quickly discovers how a snowball fight works.\n\n \"Nrrrghhhffffgghh!\" she exclaims, pegged square in the face by Delphinia's opening shot. Quickly getting the idea, Nyssa looks for cover, finding it quickly in the form of her brother. Hiding behind Nolan, she scrapes together snow into a ball, and lamely throws it in Delphinia's direction, missing by a mile.\n\n \"Why do I believe everyone else is at an advantage in this particular altercation?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby watches the man's arrial with interest, and almost leaps to his feet when the stranger grabs Yix, but Fizahn and the Druid beat him to it.\n\n \n Originally Posted by runehawk \n Lizardkin Druid \n \"YOU\" , he utters. His face twists seemingly angry at his own acknowledegment of the human.\n\n...he reaches over and prys the paladin's hands open with his claws. He doesn't intentionally try to injure his hands but is overtly rough and indifferent about it.\n\nOnce he extricates Yix, he places him on an opposite shoulder as one might an errant pet and places his body between the human and Yix. Glowering at him but not wishing to say anything to a warmblood so far beneath him, the druid turns and walks back to the window and Elthan, with his back towards the newcomer. \n \n\n That may be the first thing he's ever done that I agree with. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised the only thing we agree on is that we'll use force to protect Yix... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches the proceedings wonderingly. \"No, they chose to join me on my quest. Judging by the druid's reaction, however, I seriously doubt that you're going to be joining us on this quest. If we get the same reactions from Katrin and Tiriel, you're definately not going to be accompanying us. I saw Tiriel earlier this morn, but I think she's gone back to sleep. I doubt it would be a good idea to wake her.\" What am I, the leader? I could be. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix is scared for a few moments as the lizardman snatches him out of Evendur's grasp, feeling the anger coming forth from him. However, he soon forgets about that as he lets out a crooning sound when his head is scratched. He continues to sit atop the lizardman's shoulder, as he feels he won't be manhandled anytime soon while sitting up there." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan turns curiously to watch the Lizards reaction. Whyever he feels that way, I'm certian he has a good reason for it. He focus momentarily on the stranger, empty eyed. It seems he may be responcible for this 'Karzac's death, and the Druid holds a grudge.\n \n\nHe shakes his head and returns to gazing out the window with the Lizard." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokks almost happy and peaceful expression evaporates once Ss shows such obvious hostility to the stranger. Thokk boldly walks up to Evendur and demands:\n\n \"Ach, who the blazes are ye lad? Evidnetly my Scaley brother doesnt like you that much, and if thats the case, I dont like yer that much. State yer name and business, or get outta here\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe stared at the three tomes for a long moment. Would it really be worth the risk to read one of those things? What if...? With a shake of his head the necromancer picked up the books and went over to the door. Staring out into the snow for a minute or two he strides out into the cold, books in tow and looks for a good place to sit and read them. Curiously enough his cloak was left behind." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n \"Oooops!\" Nyssa yells as an errant snowball whacks Callos in the back as he leaves the inn. She smiles, full of life. \"I really didn't mean to do that. I was trying to hit my bro--\" just then, another snowball launched by Delphinia whacks her in the head. Nyssa sighs and turns back to her brother and the ranger, brushing snow out of her long black hair.\n\n \"I seem to be quite bad at this game. I think I should cut my losses and find a shrine to Kelemvor.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The temple to Shaundakul is a non-descript one-story building clinging to the edge of the city. It has narrow windows pointing to each of the cardinal directions. An upright hand with swirling winds around it is carved into the stone lintel over the main entrance. Lumpy enters quietly and finds himself alone in a small circular room. Diffused light spills in from each of the four windows. A round stone pedestal in the center of the room is covered with loose coins and trinkets.\n\n\nSeveral members of the party burst out of the Dancing Dragon into the bright sunlight. Soon enough, a flurry of snowballs and laughter fills the air. It feels good to let off some steam after the tense events of the past several days (or even weeks and months for some of you).\n\nEvendur, Elthan, the lizardman and the drow remain inside for now.\n\n\nThe various caravans form their own miniature villages within Phsant. One caravan is made up of Shou, heading back to Kara-Tur. Another is made up of merchants from the Great Dale. One caravan is mostly made up of elves, traveling in a number of elegant gray carriages, hailing from Aglarond. The gray elves have the same haughty manner and frost white hair as Si'rene does. The fourth caravan is made up of Tuigans returning to their homeland to the east. It was in this caravan that Thokk found a craftswoman willing to treat the cryohydra hide.\n\nInformal temples to nearly every human deity can be found among the various caravans. Halfings, gnomes and dwarfs are noticably absent from among the other travelers." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nSolemnly, Lumpy approaches the pedastal, kneeling on one knee beside it. He holds that pose for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts. After this long pause, he begins to speak to the altar as if it were a living thing. One might find it odd to talk without a visible audience, but more than anything, he needed it off his chest. If he couldn't say it here, how could he say it anywhere.\n\n\" S'been a while now, ain't it? Almost a year since I been in one'a these things. Weren't really fer lack'a trying. . . Things just get busy, y'know? But I've been sticking ta yer things pretty well since then. \"\nHe sighs softly, playing things over a minute before he continued.\n\n\" But I been thinking about it. I still remember that priest, first I ever saw. . . In Featherdale I think it was, dumped him there on Windride. He laid it on me how it was then, and I've dealt outta yer deck since. Always had the bits about travelling down pat, figured it was the best I could do with what I had. But he said a lot more than that and I never took it ta heart. That 'helping hand' bit and all. Never saw how I should be helping no one, as much help as I ever got. \n\n\" I got a bunch'a folk out there who've done me pretty good so far. Gotten me through a pretty tough time, even if some'a it's their own fault. That ain't the point, so much as ta say they've mostly lent their hands ta some hard business. Seems ta me they've done better ta ya than I ever had. I done ya wrong there, and I aim ta fix it. This mess is getting big, and I guess it's fer me ta throw in with them. Seems sometimes like they need my help, so I guess they're stuck with it, eh? \"\n\nSlowly, he rises back to his feet, one hand slipping to his purse,\n\n\" Dunno if I'll make it back around next year. Gonna be a rough one ta swing through. It's funny, I always been saving fer something, had some reason ta hold close one the coin. With all this, seems like I'd need what I got more than ever.. But I guess it won't do me no good most'a the places I could end up going. \"\n\nHe drops a meaty handful of unsorted and uncounted coins onto the pedestal,\n\n\" Just try not ta spend it all in one place, ya hear? I'll seeya 'round \"\n\nThe burly orc leaves with the same solemnity he entered, re-emerging into the sunlight with a faint grin, setting out to rejoin his companions." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n[Pre-Evendur's browbeating by S-man]\n\n Lizard is mad, and from what I've seen he becomes quite irrational when in that state of mind. \n\nAeroz stands from his seat and turns to the newcomer, who until recently he has disregarded. \" Good day sir. May I ask who in the hells are you, how do you know the lizard and why are you making him angry. Because I would really, really hate to see what our scaley compatriot might do to you if he has good reason to be your malefactor \" he states candidly. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Pre-Evendur... \nLooking up at Kiah, Lissa sighs. Her usually cheerful face is somber for once. \"When I joined Aeroz, Achkby, and Hajih in Velprintalar, there was a priest of Lathander with them. Sedryn.\" She absently rubs the crude hammered-silver medallion at her neck. If one looks closely, one can make out the engraved outline of a dagger atop a cloak. \"He was a genuinely good man. Living as I have the past ten years, I've met few enough of Sedryn's kind.\" Her mouth twists bitterly for a moment. \"Sedryn was a light for us in the Underdark, and what did he get in return? Murdered in his sleep. We all figured it was Sethra, but whose hands was he using? I even tried to detect evil, once my god granted me the power, but I should have known better.\" Lissa shudders involuntarily, rubbing at her eyes in memory. \"The poxy son of a kobold blinded me somehow before I could get a fix on him. Believe me, it's no fun at all being a blind archer in the Underdark!\" She takes a deep breath, finishes her tea, and stands up. \"Well, that's enough of such gloomy talk for now!\" \n Post-Evendur \nAlready discomfited from her talk with (or perhaps 'at') Kiah, Lissa just watches the hurly-burly for a few minutes. Then she snorts and goes upstairs, returning shortly with her snow-cloak and hat. \"Let us know when you've got this Evendur sorted out. As I don't know him from Garl Glittergold, I'm going outside to join the snowfight. Yell if you want me to detect evil.\" And with that, the gnome exits the inn and bounces into the snowfight, merrily chucking snowballs at everyone involved." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah listens to Lissa quietly, and watches her play with her medallion. At the end she sighs and says \"I would have liked to have meet him. Thank you for sharing with me.\" \n\nKiah sits at the table while the others disperse, too tired to move. Lissa's story, combined with age and lack of sleep, have left her with little energy. snowball fight. good for you. me, i'm just too old. She tries to summon the energy to move when Evendur walks in. Watching the exchange she almost feels like she is not there; like she is an empty shell with the fires of life passing around her. She sits idly in space before the conversation piques her interest and pulls her mind back in... who is this person... " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby reminas silent, arms corssed as he watches the his friends and the Druid browbeat the newcomer. Who may not be so new at all.\n\n He probly doesn't have a good reason for it, but for once, I'm glad the lizardman's mad. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "I assume Thokk Goes outside to play in the Snow\n\n Thokk \n \"Ach, this stuff truley does amuse me. Never seen it growin up, its solid but wet, and ye can make stuff out of it! Hrm, I wonder... \n\nThokk looks over at Fiz\n\n \"Lad! Get over here and help me make a wall! That way you can chuck snow to your hearts content at them! I figure I have some time before I look for a forge to work at.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches Evandur carefully as everyone leaves the room. His hand is placed threateningly on his dagger. He stares Evandur straight in his eye threateningly as he hears the shout from Thokk. He turns his head and looks outside. He looks back at Evandur and says threateningly. \"We will finish this later. I have some other business to attend to.\" With that, he rushes outside to join Thokk in their creation of the snow fort. \"Yes! We shall create a mighty fortress and they shall all rue the day they crossed us!\" " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nWhacked in the head by yet another snowball, despite Nolan's best efforts to guard her, Nyssa decides a change in tactics is required.\n\n \"Delphinia! I propose we cease mutual hostilities and work together against Fizahn and Thokk. Our superior average height shall make them regret the day they--\" her words are cut short by a snowball to the head from either Thokk or Fizahn, she's unsure which. She spins and looks at them accusingly, mock anger in her voice, \"I'm pontificating here! Have some respe--\" she hardly gets the words out before she's struck again.\n\nThis time, however, the snowball that hits her in the back comes from Nolan." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur\n\n Evendur lets a quiet sigh of exasperation leave his lips as the last of them exits the room.\n\n One would think that their ears were as closed as their pockets, as my father used to say. \n\nPatiently he waits where he is, reflecting on the 'welcome' he has just recieved untill the innkeeper re-enters. He approaches the landlord at the bar and asks quietly;\n\n\" I don't suppose you could direct me to the quaters of a lady named Tiriel, kind sir, as we are old companions of a sort and when I heard someone fitting her description was in town I was eager to search her out. \"\n\nEvendur leaves the meaning of the 'old companions' to the imagination of the inkeeper.\n\n It would apear that my only hope for this quest to continue is Tiriel. Why, Sune, have you given me this nigh imposible task now, before I have had a chance to recover any of my skills. \n " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih stand outside, a mug of cider in hand, watching the snowball fight with interest." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Hmmm... doesn't look like there'll be fight in here right now. Pity. Ah, well. There seems to be quite good fight outside, of a sorts. \n\nAchkby hurries upstairs to wrap himself in layers, and emerges proportioned rather more like Thokk. Coming outside, he catches only \"--work together against Fizahn and Thokk. Our superior average height shall make them regret the day they--\". Looking around, he assumes she's talking to Nolan, as everyone else seems to be his own height, and Achkby tries his best to pelt the monk, who turns out to be far too agile for this to be any fair." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn and Thokk each switch between cover fire and building the fort. With their combined efforts and their small height, they are able to construct their fort very quickly while taking a minimum of snowball peltings. \"What height advantage? You've got a height disadvantage because you're easier to hit and can't make an impenetrable fort near as quickly!\" Fizahn resumes firing at Nyssa. He sees Hajih standing in the doorway and fires a snowball against the side of the inn. \"Warning shot Hajih! Start fighting back if you know what's good for you.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n\nDespite the amusement provided by Nyssa getting hit with so much snow, Nolan chucks one more at her, then steps out and grabs her. Using her as cover, he carts her over to where Delphinia is using her dog for cover, then plops her down into a snowbank. \"Pontificate later. For now, make snowballs.\" The monk and archer are both exceptionally precise with projectile placement. The dog, catching most of those aimed at Delphinia, starts jumping and running around, trying to catch them in her mouth.\n\nDelphinia takes one in the chest and falls to the ground, making ridiculous groaning noises for a momnet. \"Alas, Nolan, I am slain! Carry on, and think not of me until the fight is won.\" She draws a great, shuddering breath and slumps over, then starts laughing shortly thereafter.\n\n \"No! I'll avenge you, Nia!\" With a highly uncharacteristic grin, Nolan actually laughs for a moment before renewing his attack.\n\nDelphinia's laughter cuts short as she looks at Nolan strangely, but she says nothing else. She sits back up, then stands and chucks a snowball half-heartedly. With a forced smile, she says \"I think I'm getting a bit cold out here. I'm going back in. Gladi! Heel.\" She ushers the dog inside and heads straight for the room she shared with Nyssa and Nolan, not pausing for even a moment in the common room.\n\nAs he watches Delphinia, a little confused, a snowball hits Nolan in the face.\n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Yes! \" cries Achkby from a snowdrift off to the side where he's dug himself in." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix moves to the doorway as he hears all the commotion outside. With a great leap, which most would not expect from his size, heis out the door and into the snow. He shivers at first, but eventually, almost gets used to th cold of the snow, and the numbing of his small feet. He does not seem to care about the snowball fight, as he dives in and out of snowbanks rolling around in the snow." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk continues to spend more time making a fortress, raising the walls to perfectly cover both him and Fizahn and then he starts making snowballs as fast as he can, supplying Fiz with many\n\n \"Ha here, this way you can spend more time throwing and less time making! Show them big'uns who is boss!\" \n\nThokk turns as Achkby as he runs out and digs into his own snowdrift\n\n \"Ach, little lad! Get yer ass over here unless ye want to be deemed a traitor to our cause!\" Thokk shouts with a good-natured grin before taking a minute quickly to wing a snowball at Achkby" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWatching the little pseudodragon run off to play in the snow, Ssathiyaa watches his companions as they engage in mock battle. It dawns on him that they are playing not actually competing against one another for honor or status.\n\nShaking his head he turns back to Elthan, the mere sight of the snow making him feel cold but not before noting 3 of the strangers who'd hunted the hydra beside him. The magic-user had been hit by a snowball and was dragged by the hairless human. He noted his grace and movements, appraising his strength.\n\nTurning to catch Trinark's eye he motions him to them." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFor a while, Lissa chucks snowballs more or less at random, but it quickly becomes clear that she's going to get creamed unless she joins forces with someone. Running low to the snow (which is rather low indeed), the gnome dives in next to Ackhby and looks up at him with a grin. \"Got room for two behind here?\" She starts busily molding snowballs, poking her snow-adorned head up to get a look at an opponent, and throwing with deadly accuracy.\n\nAlas, although her aim is good, Lissa's range is not. There's a reason she uses a crossbow in combat; she just doesn't have much strength of arm. \"Curse it... what can I use to get more range?\" She ponders while snowballs splat against the snow drift. \"Aha!\" Oh no. It's the unmistakable expression of a Gnome With An Idea. Lissa pulls off her long green woolen scarf, folds it over a couple times, and loops it like an oversized sling. Sure enough, a snowball goes into the looped end- it's a snowball sling! \"HAVE AT YOU, VILLAINS!\" With that, she cheerfully begins slinging snowballs at the opposition." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Dwarfs have many talents. They are remarkably stable on their feet. They are masters of stonecunning and ironworking. They have a phenomenal tolerance for alcohol. What is often unappreciated is that dwarfs make Faerun's finest snow forts. Thokk quickly constructs a three foot high, perfectly circular snow tower, complete with crenellations. From within, Thokk and Fizahn are well-protected attacks from any direction.\n\nAchkby and Lissa have a less elegant snow fortress, but Lissa's sling gives her superior range and stinging power. Soon the \"tall folk\" are reeling from the combined volleys from the \"little people\".\n\n\nInside the inn, the innkeeper continues to maintain a \"don't ask, don't tell\" attitude towards his unusual guests - including the lizardman, drow elf, half-orc and various non-humans. He has pretended not to notice the way everyone seems to speak to the the little mini-dragon as if the creature could actually talk back. He has made no comment about the strange growling coming from room 7 upstairs in the middle of the night. Only a slight facial tic betrays his nervousness.\n\nHe seems almost relieved when Evendur, who appears to be a \"normal\" human, addresses him. Grateful for even a brief human-to-human interaction, he does not hesitate before telling Evendur that a blond warrior matching Tiriel's description is staying in room 7." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Hahahaha! Have at ye, big uns! And now for a final trick, im getting some cider!\" \n\nWith that, Thokk makes haste back to the Inn where he immediatly orders a hot steaming cup of hard cider or mulled wine, whichever he sees first" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nThanking the Barkeeper with a smile and a silver piece, Evendur heads towards the stairs.\n\n Never over tip, bit never undertip. Suprising I still know the feeling of coins so well after all these years.\n\n At the top he notes the numbering system on the inn's rooms and quickly works his way along to room 7. Outside he hesitates.\n\n Is this the right thing to do? What if she is truly asleep? She won't thank me for waking her. \n\nEvendur sighs...\n\n Let sleaping maidens lie. \n\nHe sits down beside the door, proping his back up against the wall, determined to wait the beautiful warrior out. For the mean time he meditates, eyes closed, on subjects both present and past, fair and foul." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nAs her snowball hits Nolan in the face, Nyssa says, grinning, ”Sorry! It was the only way I could think to hit you!” \n\nShe ducks back behind a snowbank, pulling her confused brother down with her. ”Don’t worry, Nolan. She’s a field of more than fifty years of snares and traps. You’re bound to set some off inadvertently. You did nothing wrong.” \n\nCrafting a few more snowballs for her brother to throw in a last-ditch attempt at tall-folk supremacy, she adds, ”Delphinia knows she can trust us now. Once that bridge is built, it’s up to her to decide when to cross it.” " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Nolan\n\n\" Short people. I think we're outnumbered by short people.\" Looking completely serious, he lifts a hand. \"Truce!\" Then he looks back at Nyssa. \"I think a tactical retreat is in order. To Kelemvor?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCold. That was the first thought that got through to Callos once he had finished reading the three books Elthan had left for him. Just what the hell was he doing out here reading again? Oh yeah...to be free of distractions while reading...At least that plan had worked wonderfully. Now though...he was cold. Very cold. And wet. This wouldn't do. He had mastered arcane fire and magic but he didn't have something to warm himself up? Well jets of flame would warm him....then again setting ones self on fire is never the most brilliant of plans.\n\n Back to the inn it is... \n\nWhile the necromancer walked he oculdn't help but think back to the dreams he had been plagued with the previous night. What else was there to think about? The books? Those where pretty cut and dry. Besides...maybe there was some kind of meaning to them..\n\nHand raised up to rub the stubble on his chin Callos thought back. What could he remember? The smell...that horrible rotting stink of death. And...darkness. A deep darkness that wouldn't let his eyes penetrate the gloom..What else?.....the clacking.\n\n Damn it all...I need to write this stuff down after I wake up... \n\nWith a start Callos realized he apprantly had come across some sort of...snow battle between the short'uns and the big'uns. Shaking his head some he tried his best to slip in between the battling sides and into the inn with as little snowball blows as possible. By this point his teeth where chattering and the warmth of the inn was a welcome relief." }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah finishes her porridge and heads up to the room. She mumbles a quick prayer, then makes herself comfortable on her bedroll and immediately falls into a deep sleep." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin almost trips over Evandur as she comes out of Tiriel's room. What the... Isn't that...? Never mind. She ignores him and looks downstairs briefly. Since Kiah isn't there and her door is closed, Katrin goes downstairs. I won't bother her now... \n\nKatrin orders a bowl of warm soup from the bartender, giving him a silver piece for his trouble. She takes her soup to a seat where she can get a good view of the snowball fight. Although the antics of the warring sides are amusing, Katrin looks somewhat troubled." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nNyssa nods to Nolan. \"Yes, I think it's doubtful that there is a shrine to Kelemvor here, but perhaps. And some may need our help, nonetheless, considering the harsh weather.\" \n\nShe rises, and places her hands in the air. \"I admit your snowball superiority. We were foolish to engage such superior forces.\" Nyssa walks through the snow, towards the center of town, paying no mind if she's pelted with additional snowballs." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAs soon as Katrine leaves Tiriel is on her way towards (finaly) getting some much needed rest. She sleeps with her back to the door and her head buried under an extra pillow that she borrowed from Katrine's bed.\n\n hours slept: (1d6=4) \nooc: asleep until noon-ish" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nKatrine's closing of Tiriel's door is enough to wake Evendur from his revery, but by the time he has registered that she existed, she has disapeared down the stairs.\n\n\n Now there's someone else whom I might be able to aproach. Put on a winning smile, turn up the charm and perhapse she would be willing to persuade those downstairs that I'm not some kind of evil monster. Sigh what's the use. I don't seem to be able to persuade anyone of anything at the moment. Ye gods, ten years as a Gnoll is not exactly a great method of bringing out the most charismatic side of a person. Perhapse I've lost it completely, never get it back, the one thing that I was ever good at, persuading people to do the right thing, to protect what is beautiful in this world and to rever it. Ah what's the use anyway? My father never liked Sunites, considered them vain, shallow. Perhapse that's all I am. Oh now, come on, this is geting stupid. I have chosen my path, and time and again it has prooved worth while. Just not for a while.\n\nNot for a while... \n\nWithin an hour of Katrine's departure Evendur is dozing fitfully, head slumped to the side, drewling slightly onto his well-kept clothing. Clearly Tirriel is not the only one in need of catching up on sleep." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n Achkby delights in the snowball fight as much as any of the others, though gradually becomes frustrated with his bad aim.\n\n I haven't done this for years... but whenever it snowed back home, we'd play for hours! I'd forgotten. All of this snow, and I'd forgotten. Well, I was the best then, and there's no good reason that should've changed!\n\n...\n\nDammit, we're supposed to be able to out-throw any other race. What's going on here, snowballs aren't that different from stones! Have I lost my touch with those, too? Neither is much like aiming a spell.\nHmm, a spell... \n\nAchkby stopes chucking snow for a moment, as he looks through the trees. Spotting a beautiful plump clump of powder on an evergeen bough, he begins some simple gestures and grunts a few quick syllables. He smiles broadly as the improvised snowball hovers its way through the air to hang above the twins' heads in much the way that anvils don't, before letting it cascade down over them." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia & Nolan \n \n\"Oh, yes, it's a real challenge to hit us after we've surrendered,\" Nolan mutters in annoyance. Brushing the snow off of himself, he follows after Nyssa.\n\n\nDelphinia says nothing when Kiah enters the room, and simply keeps herself and her dog quiet and busy by brushing Gladi's hair to dry it." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter a good deal of romping and rolling around in the snow, and getting hit by the occasional stray snowball, Yix decides it is time to call it quits. He shakes his body to knock any excess snow before continuing inside and flying up to the counter. Yix rummages around in his tiny coin pouch, and pulls out a few silvers. \"Something hot and fresh!\" Yix communicates to the bartender before placing the coins down before him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The innkeeper is startled at first to be addressed telepathically, but he recovers his composure surprisingly quickly and soon offers Yix a steaming saucerful of warm cider.\n\nThe others trickle back into the Dancing Dragon, cheeks ruddy from the winter chill. Furs and boots are soon drying by the fire, while the innkeeper provides warm cider, cold ale, and a simple lunch of sausages and sauerkraut.\n\nSi'rene enters the inn, stomping her feet to knock the snow and ice from her boots. She's been visiting with the Aglarondan caravan, but they have little news to report, having left Telflamm weeks before your party did. They have been waiting for the River Mulsantir to freeze to allow passage. It is hoped that this latest cold spell ensure that the ice is thick enough to allow safe travel across the surface of the river.\n\nSi'rene is reluctant to meet Katrin's or the lizardman's eyes, perhaps still feeling awkward about shooting both of them." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": "After Warming Up\n\n Thokk \n \"Ach, that was delicious! Me compliments, Barkeep. Now, Im off to find a forge among the caravans, anyone wish to come along?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy arrives a while before noon, heading inside quickly through the snowball fight without comment or complaint. Having skipped breakfast, he loads up massive plate of sausage. He eats ravenously, keeping careful watch and count over his companions, waiting for everyone to enter the common room all at once." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAfter finishing his saucer of warm cider, filling himself on food, and paying for it all, Yix gladly agrees to go with Thook out to the caravans." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian will look away from the trio huddled at the window to Katrin as she munches on her breakfast. If she looks at him he politely nods his head slowly and looks her in the eyes before turning back to his companions to give her privacy.\n\nOOC: awaiting KoG's reply. But i'm guessing Trinark, Elthan and me are obvious to yr char, blackfox" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih returns the mug to the counter silently and slips out of the Inn near the end of the snowball fight.\n\nHis return, on the other hand, is much less subtle.\n\n \"Ta-da\" Hajih calls, flourishing as he enters the inn \"How do you like it?\" \n\nHis clothes are brand new and (if at all possible) gaudier. The overcoat, while similar looking to his old one, is heavier and lined with fur. Around his neck is a long scarf that almost brushes the ground. Both the overcoat and the scarf glitter with sequins and various baubles. His shirt and pants, while heavier, are mercifully free of anything that glitters.\n\n \"Nice, isn't it? I got it for real cheap from one of the caravans. They said no one wanted to buy this stuff, do you believe that?\" His eyes seem positively alight at his ‘lucky’ find" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ye gods lad. Who did ye loose a bet to now?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy squints in Hajih's direction,\n\n\" Great gods man, last fella I seen in a getup that stupid was hocking whores in Hlondeth. I s'pose it'd be too much ta ask if ya had any shame. \" He shrugs, muttering wistfully, \" Or any women. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn looks at Hajih as he enters. His eyes widen in disgust as Hajih recounts his tale. \"No, I absolutely cannot believe it! It doesn't make any sense. I'm completely baffled. DISCOUNT? What is the point of that? Do the people you bought those spectacular garments from want to lose money?\" Fizahn frowns as he finishes his sentence and confers with Thokk for a few seconds. \"Hey, Thokk, spectacular means the same thing as wretched, right?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa looks a great deal more cheerful coming in than she did going out, despite (or perhaps because of) being covered in snow and flushed from the cold. She accepts a plate of sausage and sauerkraut with enthusiastic thanks for the innkeeper and sits down near Kiah. \"Thank you for listening, earlier. I... hadn't really talked about it before, you know? Didn't want to burden the others, since they were just as torn up as me.\" \n\nWhen Hajih walks in and shows off his new 'finery', Lissa stops attacking her meal and just stares for a moment. Then she shakes her head, grateful for the rather dim indoor lighting. \"And humans say my folk have gaudy taste in clothes,\" she mutters." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nWords failed to describe the...well sense of amazement as Hajih came walking back in with, if it was even possible, even more sequinnins. It almost hurt to look at him when all of the light was hitting his clothes. Who on earth sells that stuff?\n\n\"...\" Callos opened his mouth to talk then shut it again. Then he finally found the words that seemed right. \" I think its in everyones best interest if someone goes with Hajih when he goes shopping...and that he isn't allowed to scout anymore since he'll give us away. You look like a flesh peddler man! \"\n\n I wonder what he'll end up doing to that poor wolf...note to self, keep an eye on Hajih to see if he suddenly 'acquires' large amounts of gold from suspicious looking women. There should be a word for someone dressed so gaudily....huh. I'll need to think on it but it should start with a p. " }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa and Nolan \n\nIt’s a small shrine, more a collection of candles and trinkets from merchants, remembering those who died on the road this year, and those who died before who are still missed. The motley pile, vibrant and light, sits under a tree.\n\nNyssa approaches it, and instead of kneeling before it, she begins work tidying the shrine. Candles that have been burned down are replaced. Flowers that have died are removed. Trinkets knocked asunder by the wind are reverently placed right. Faded words written on parchment, naming the dead, are retraced or replaced in Nyssa’s careful hand.\n\nNolan works to shovel the drifts away from the shrine, clearing space. He carries away branches that have fallen under the weight of snow.\n\nWhen they finish, she kneels before the shrine to Kelemvor, and begins to pray. Her brother stands nearby, keeping watch to ensure she is not disturbed.\n\nShe feels no cold.\n\nAfter what seems like a few minutes to her, but is much, much longer, Nyssa’s eyes shoot open.\n\n ”Nolan, we are needed,” she says simply.\n\nWhen they return to the inn, after lunch, both Nyssa and Nolan are silent. They go to their room, as if of one mind." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs Hajih enters, Achkby's nearly sprays the counter with warm cider. He slaps his hands to his mouth, and his knife (his sole eating implement) clatters to the plate of sausage. Cider drips after it from between his fingers, and he is glad to no longer be wearing his pretty blue gloves.\n\n What in the nine--wait! ...yes, nine--hells is he wearing?! Can he really be serious? \n\nAchkby forces himself to swallow, and take four deep breaths.\n\n Actually, he doesn't look too bad. Sequins were all the rage way down south... heh, they looked good on that dancer in Blindzenat (and even better on my floor), so why not on a man? I could get used to this look.\nAfter all this roughin' it and toughin' it and Lumpyin' it, it's not a bad change at all! Gives the impression of... opulence. Of success! Not just any fellow can afford a coat like that, and not just any fellow can look himself in a coat like that. But Hajih, he does all that and more... \n\n\" I like it! \" announces Achkby loudly from his barstool. \" Takes some real charisma to pull off a look like that, I'm impressed. It's a daring move, too, ya know, shows you're real fashion-forward. Glitteryness was all the rage way down south, when I was travelling through there. \"\n\nHe smiles rather, glancing at the others before looking back at Hajih.\n\" Now, we took you on as a guide and expert for the Underdark, and figured out you weren't cut out for that even before you started wearin' the jewels. But we thought that meant you were useless for recon. But that's clearly not the case, you're a natural scout! Only, instead of being the type to creep through the shadows ahead of the main party, finding our path, watching for dangerous enemies, and detecting cunning traps, you're the sort that swaggers jauntily ahead of the main party, well lit, finding the path we shouldn't take, distracting the dangerous enemies, and springing traps cunning and stupid alike!\n\"I propose a toast to our Hajih! \" says Achkby, raising his mug in the air. \" Not only will he clearly be successful with the ladies forthwith, I want to think this brave traveller for stepping into his role as bait extraordinaire!\nBarman, have you a bejewled goblet for this fine man?! \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, in all the nine hells I could not think of a term to describe them clothes. Wretched seems to work for now, but we need something more powerful. Here be the plan. I grab him, you set fire to the clothing\" \n\nThokk Looks over to Lissa\n\n \"Oi! Lass! Belive me, I think hes not the average human, lost a few pieces from his Chaes set if ye know what I mean... You help with the fire also\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe opening of the inn door distracts the lizardkin's gaze as Hajih enters.\n\nThe druid stops talking as his attention shifts fully. Frowning, as he studies the creature, it takes a second before the hat registers and he recognises him as Hajih himself.\n\n Semuanya!... Even we abolished the custom long ago. Wonder what he did to deserve being punished \n\nHe turns to look at Trinark who'd covered his mouth and was intently staring at the floor. His eyes were half-shut and his shaking puzzled the druid until he spotted the grin behind the drow's hand and put 2 and 2 together.\n\nSpinning around to look at the flamboyant ranger {OOC: 2 words i thought i'd never use together},\n\n NO!...he would'nt... \n\nBut the thought leaked conviction exponentially from the start. With a deep sigh, he returns to the conversation with Elthan.\n\n Yes \n He would... \n\nHe mentally reassigns Hajih to yet another higher level of 'strange' and adds the old wolf snoring next to the fire to his list of worries." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The innkeeper's tic goes into overdrive and his lips are compressed into the thinnest of smiles as he hands over a pewter goblet (as opulent as the Dancing Dragon gets) for Hajih.\n\nThe several days of forced rest do your party some good, but as the snow melts, there is a feeling of restlessness and anticipation in the town.\n\n(OOC: Time to finish whatever business you might have in the town ...)\n\nOn the dawn of the third day, you awaken to the sounds of trumpets, gongs, and explosions ... The innkeeper is in an excellent mood. A buffet of warm sausages, hotcakes, and scrambled eggs awaits you downstairs." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Delphinia \n\nDelphinia comes downstairs early with Nyssa and Nolan, already dressed in her armor. She drops her gear next to the table, taking a only a few minutes to eat breakfast, then she picks up her gear and stalks outside, face set with determination, to saddle up Gladi. As soon as Nyssa and Nolan start out, she follows them." }, { "author": "kariokie", "message": " Nyssa \n\nShe rises early that day, prays to sharpen her resolve, and meditates to focus her arcane energy. Dressing in her robes and carrying her furs and gear, she pauses in the room to say a fond goodbye to Kiah before she heads downstairs.\n\nOrdering a light breakfast, she chats quietly with her brother and Delphinia as she consumes it.\n\nOnce finished, she approaches Lumpy. She says, ”My brother and I must depart. I have learned something of our home, and I believe it is now time to free it from its curse.” She presses two rings into his big hands – one, the supposed ring of wishes Nolan was carrying, the second, the strange ring she and Lumpy found on the priest. ”Please take care, and tell the others I said goodbye.” \n\nShe pulls on her furs and shoulders her pack, waiting for Nolan to be ready. When they are, Nyssa leaves the inn, meeting Delphinia outside.\n\nWith one look back over her shoulder, she walks away from the inn, heading back the way they came." }, { "author": "Ludo", "message": " Nolan \nNolan quietly descends the staircase. With a simple nod to Lumpy he follows his sister out the door." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Thokk ventures into town several times over the days to get his hide fully worked, and also to work some hydra teeth into his sword and armor. He seems rather light hearted and laughs more then he has in the past, like he is enjoying simply resting " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah is pensive for the 3 days spent resting in the inn. Obviously something is on her mind. When Nyssa comes to bid her goodbye she does not seem to surprised.\n\n \"I was thinking of heading south myself. I don't think this expedition north is going to get anywhere. I am needed back there.\"\n\n\"If you don't mind I think I'll join you. Traveling back that way on my own would be risky.\" \n\nKiah takes some time to pack up her things and enters the common room a little after the others. Unobtrusively she will make her way over to Lumpy and pass him a note (PM sent). Then she moves back to the middle of the room announces to anyone who happens to be listening that she will join the others on the trek south.\n\n \"I think my time would be better spent down south. So I'm going to join them for company on the road. I'm not sure what is going on with this Necromancer, but maybe I'll get a different slant on it down there. In any case, it was a pleasure meeting you all and if Ehlonna wills it we may run into each other again. Good luck to you and your quest.\" \n\nSo saying, she heads out the door to follow the others." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy was as cagey as anyone else by the third day. It had been pressed upon them that urgency was paramount, and he was fairly certain the walking dead weren't stopped by bad weather, or the need to eat and sleep. They ran a losing race at best parceling off their lead a day at a time. He would be glad to get moving again and move they'd need to.\n\nWhat didn't surprise him was the sudden exodus the day brought. The fact that they'd come to him first, perhaps, but not that they would leave. He'd nearly followed the same course himself weeks ago; this wasn't these people's problem, not like it had become his. They were better off washing their hands of it, and he didn't blame them. He was a little sorry to see them go. The monk and the halfling woman were both quiet and thusly likable, and while the other two women were nosy and noisy, they had been fairly nice. But it wasn't his concern anymore, he had more pressing matters to deal with.\n\nStuffing Kiah's note away after a quick glance, he clutches the pair of rings in one meaty fist. His half-finished breakfast is pushed aside as he rises to his feet and clears his thoat, which has little if any effect on the quality of his speech,\n\n\" Alright, alright, if ya'll all listen up fer a bit, I got something ta say. \"\n\nThere is an unforeseen uncertainty in the dour orc's eyes, but he plows on regardless. The rambling disconcerted manner of his announcement betrays his inexperience,\n\n\" I done most'a ya wrong the time we been on the road. I did my part the way I saw it, but there ain't always just that much ta it. Held myself ta my faith as I saw it convenient and lef tit at that, but Windrider says there's more ta it than that. Says good folk lend a helping hand when its needed and I been doing him, me, and everyone a disservice by it. \"\n\nHe bridges his fingers together in front of his chest, his tone hardening as the topic shifts,\n\n\" I mean ta do better best I can, but that means making some changes. We done alright so far, mostly through chance, brute force, and no small amount of divine intervention. \" A glance is spared at Thokk and Trinark in particular, \" But that's gonna need ta stop. Events'a the past have shown that these things'll only get us so far at heavy cost. Seeing as we just lost a right handful'a folk, it's more important than ever that we alter our approach. What we need is organization. \"\n\nHe clenches one hand into a fist and clasps it with the other,\n\n\" We need ta lay all our cards on the table, figure out what works best, so when we get in the next fight we can deal with it efficient-like. We need, in some for or another, leadership in those situations. I reckon I've got the most direct experience with tactical combat, so I'd volunteer myself fer that, but anyone competant can do it and I don't care WHO, long as SOMEONE does. What we're up against don't care who we are or what we indivudually believe in. What they will care about is how well we fight back. \" His gaze tracks about his companions, hard and appraising, \" So whether yer a warrior, a priest, a mage, a lizardman, or.. \" He settles on Hajih, \" or.. whatever, it's in all'a our best interests ta sort things out. \"\n\nHe settles back, waiting for the inevitable deluge of dissent." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin walks up to Kiah and motions her aside. \"Kiah, before you go, I'd like a word with you...\" ((Will post in the private conversation thread.)) " }, { "author": "Lost Sage", "message": " Kiah \n\nKiah looks surprised when Katrin stops her, but follows her aside and listens she's had 3 days to talk to me. why now? . Her surprise quickly turns to concern, and she begins talking to Katrin in a quiet voice (posted in the PC thread)." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUpon hearing of the newfound companions' departure, Lissa bids them farewell with hugs, tears and blessings. She isn't terribly articulate, but then, Lissa seldom is when she lets her emotions go. I suppose they weren't Called to help us after all... oh, I know it's selfish of me, but I wish they were! \n\nHaving dried her face and regained most of her composure, Lissa returns to the common room just in time to hear Lumpy speak. Once he's finished, she stands up and nods decisively. \"Ordinarily I'm not a big fan of rules and authority, but you're right. This group is just too big to get anything done without them.\" She smirks mischievously, dark eyes glinting in the dim light. \"Sooo, since he was injudicious enough to actually volunteer for this thankless job... I vote Lumpy for leader! Does anyone second the vote?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix notes the departures with a few dismissive waves, a few handshakes, and some issuences of luck for all. After giving these he removes himself to a warm chair near the fire, resting as he stares deeply into the flames." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby bids Nyssa and Kiah cordial good-byes, but says to Delphinia, \" I'm especially sorry to see you go. We all pretend we get along grand, but as you found out, we don't. Not at all. It was good to have one of my own folk with us, if only for the brief time you were.\n\"I wish I could up and leave with you, but I've invested too much in this. And it's the only thing, that... that I've ever been a part of, that... seems to be bigger than me. You've had all sorts of... experiences, or adventures, I guess, but for me, this is really the first. With any substance to it, at any rate. Even if, in the end, we... don't manage. But I figure, it won't really matter then, will it? \" He smiles, as at a joke.\n\nTo Nolan, he says simply, \" It was nice to have you along. Few people, aaybe none of us, are as certain of anything as you seem to be of everything. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Thokk brews on the information for a second two, and then slams his mug down in approval \n \"Lad, I dont know what change came over ye, but yer having some good ideas. Though I disagree slightly with your notion that you have the most experience in battle, Im a front-liner, simple and straight. My jobs always been to protect the others and the rest of the clan, and thats what I do best, never really had a head for tactics in these huge open areas. Underground, I can teach yer a thing or two, but up here tis confusing. What you got exactly in mind lad?\" " }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"I second the vote that Lumpy should be our leader\" \n\nHe looks around and shrugs\n\n \"What? If it means he gets blamed when something goes wrong...how can I lose?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn shrugs as Nyssa, Nolan, Kiah, and Delphinia announce that they're leaving. \"I think you're all just horribly embarrassed by the way Thokk and I trounced you in battle two days prior. Scared of appearing useless compared to our vast skill.\" He wanders back inside and listens to Lumpy's speech. He shrugs at that too while fingering the hilt of his 'short sword.' \"Sounds all right to me. I just want to get out of here and test my skills with something a bit more deadly than a snowball.\" I suppose I could test them here, but there's no need to get us all in trouble. Maybe I'll just pickpocket any random person I run into. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The growing chaos outside is matched by the drama inside the Dancing Dragon ...\n\nNyssa and Nolan have had dark expressions on their faces since their visit to the small makeshift shrine. They claim to have received a message indicating that there is something wrong at home. Their presence is required, they say, and they have no time to lose.\n\nKiah has sensed that something sinister is brewing in her homeland as well, and her tie to the Forest of Lethyr is too strong for her to ignore. She too senses that she is desperately needed back among her people.\n\nDelphinia volunteers to help to lead Nyssa, Nolan, and Kiah back to the south and west. The diminuitive ranger has noted something strange about the previous two nights' sunsets. As the sun has been setting in the west, the sky has been turning a violent crimson, \"the color of blood,\" she observes. \"It is not a good omen.\"\n\nThe lizardman has also been uneasy. He has not been dreaming, and the spiritual silence has been very disturbing and difficult to for him to explain. The druid's nostrils flare as the watches the humans and halfling return to the west, as if the lizardman smells something noxious in the air.\n\nWithin the inn, the remaining party members rise to their feet and gather around Lumpy. Though the past several days have been a pleasant diversion, the half orc's words and stern gaze remind everyone that there is work to be done.\n\nWithout speaking, Si'rene places the porcelain mask on the table. It is a silent reminder of the death of the hathran at the hands of Sethra/Sheyra and her tanar'ri ally. If the hathran was right, then Sethra/Sheyra and the demon are, even now, raising an army of undead to further Sethra/Sheyra's twisted ambitions.\n\nThe East's only hope is if your small band can convince the Iron Lord to assemble the Northern tribes in time to destroy the undead army before it grows too large to be stopped. You are no longer just a motley crew of adventurers. Instead, you now share a mission that may determine the destiny of this entire region.\n\nShe plants her long bow on the floor and bows formally to Lumpy. Her gesture makes her unspoken opinion clear. Lead, and I will follow. \n\nThe noisy activity outside the inn continues to grow ... A horse whinnies, and a female voice calls out, \"Master dwarf, are you inside?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn reflexively draws his dagger. Grinning a little, he sheaths it and talks to Thokk. \"That's probably your hide. Let's go check it out.\" He eagerly heads towards the door to see what cyrohydra armor would look like. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n Achkby, too, has succumbed to the somber mood, and gathers around with the rest.\n\n Lumpy leader? At least no one's suggest the insane Druid. But... what stake does that misshapen warrior have in this journey. I suppose I'll just have to go along with it. Don't want to start any trouble, and it looks like he'll get appointed whatever I say... \n\nAchkby stand silently as Lumpy is endorsed, a sour expression on his face.\n\n wait. What am I doing? Just a moment ago, I told Delphinia how important this was to me. How for once I was part of something. But despite the supposed committment I was spouting about, what have I really done for our cause? Burned a few monsters, that's about it. I've been following docilely along, casting spells on command, when everyone else wades into battle. I haven't had a real impact on anything this entire time. If I really care about any of this, what the hell am I doing just trailing along, trying to not offend anybody. That's not how I want to go through any part of my life, much less saving the world.\nSaving the world, hmph, I can't even get myself straight, much less anything larger than me. Time to start doing something right. \n\n\" With all due respect, Lumpy, I think Aeroz should be in charge. I know you have plenty of experience in combat, but our problems have not manifested themselves during our fights. Each of us has a niche, a set of things we can contribute to a fight, and we know what they are. For that matter, now that those newcomers have left, we know what each others' strengths are, too; we've fought together long enough now.\n\"I don't think we need a leader for the field of battle. I think we need a leader for our journey. Now, I may not be much better, but as far as I can tell, you're bound to this journey by personal loyalty. To Si'rene and Tiriel, mostly. We picked you up in the Underdark half way along our trip, and your interest--aside from the concern everyone shares for saving the entire world as we know it--is in othermembers of this little clan.\n\"That's important, but even more important is our ultimate goal of stopping Sethra. There's some fighting in that, but it's not everything. And that's why I think Aeroz would do best leading us. He's been in this since the very beginning, since the Kris was captured. He knows about combat, but as far as I can tell, he knows a fair bit about everything else too, and he hasn't offended much of anybody this entire time--except a beholder, but I was there to bail him out of that one.\n\"At any rate, of all of this group, I think he's best to guide us from here. Like I said, he's been with this from the beginning, and, well... he's got good sense when it comes to every conceivable aspect of this journey, as far as I can tell. \"\n\nAchkby almost smiles apologetically, but sets his mouth in a frown instead. For once, he manages to forcefully present conviction ." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy takes concerns one at a time, with surprising patience, first adressing Thokk,\n\n\" Could be ya do, but I specifically said tactical combat, and not battle. Most'a what I done's been small group, where it's ten or less'a ya versus however many'a them. There, it's increasingly more important that ya understand as much about the folk as possible. More so than any army on army battle, Ya gotta know what ya can expect. Who'll stand their ground when things go south, who's got the front, who's got the side, the flanks, and even who stands in the middle. Fer example, I'd put ya in what I call the rock, at the heart'a the form. Yer role's ta hold the whole damned thing in place, on account'a yer defensively geared and hard ta move. Me, I'm kitted towards dropping folk quick as possible and not overly concerned with how much I get back. If I can be sure someone's holding a line fer me ta fall back on, I can be just that more effective in my role. By working tagether like that, with everyone fitting inta a niche, survivability goes up. \"\n\nHe rolls his eyes at Hajih's comment, bows his head in a brief nod in response to Si'rene, before turning to Achkby,\n\n\" Which is a fine point. Don't get me wrong, I said leadership in specific situations , namely fighting. There will be fighting, and fighting is what kills people, not diplomacy. My knowledge is in the fighting, and that's where my concern lies. If the elf wants ta claim the whole shebang, that's his business, and I reckon he's got some claim ta it. Part'a the idea is ta put folk where they go best. Leave diplomacizing ta diplomacizers and magicking ta mages. I know well as ya do that I'm no good at either. \" He pauses a bit, almost as if he's finished, but continues, \" And fer the record, I done decided. I do mean ta see this through. 'Til Sethra's dead or I am. I owe him that much fer the hassle alone. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n Lead? Me? Where did this come from? You actually think I can lead a group? I haven't led anything ever. I'd probably guide us off a cliff! That being said, Edgar doesn't have much in the leadership department either. And strategy doesn't really help us in battle when we are battling a centuries old wizard with almost as many arcane tricks as Mystra, a horde of walking dead and gods know what else. \"\n\nAeroz stops for a second to find a chair to sit down in.\n\n\" And besides, this group has had some pretty bad experiences with leaders in the past. Hajh over there got us lost when we were in the Underdark, and no matter what a leader decides, there are going to be people who disagree with what he or she chooses, and that just causes quarrels and conflicts. And who knows what is going to happen after this entire ordeal or if half of us end up dying in the process. A leader at this point would only complicate things \"\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThrough out the entire...would speech be the right word? Of both Ackby, Lumpy, Thokk, even Aeroz to a smaller degree, Callos merely sat there and gazed up at the ceiling as he tilted his chair back unto its back two legs. It didn't really concern him did it? None of them where going to put their trust in him after the...unusual tendencies that he displayed. And if they didn't trust him then how could they follow commands he might give them? Even with all of the rationalizing it didn't make him any less bitter about it. Hadn't he given them reasons...er...some reasons to trust him? Saving their lives an all that stuff....but he had also given them reasons to NOT trust them as well. In the end he merely sighed, cotninued to stare up at the ceiling.\n\n\" I don't have a mind to care in either direction. You all know what I'm good for. Casting and things pertaining to religon and spells is about all. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Lad, im perfectly fine with that, and thats a job I can do well. In the caves, yer gotta have someone in front, and that was always my role, and Ill be damned if I didnt excell in that role.\" \n\nThokk glaces over his shoulder as he hears the voice\n\n \"And if ye will all excuse me, it seems I have something awaitn' me\" \n \"Up at it lad, lets see whats there\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn turns back around as Achkby begins talking. He rolls his eyes at the halfling. Once Fizahn begins talking, his voice oozes sarchasm. \"And I'd just like you to know what an unbiased opinion Achkby is presenting because Aeroz doesn't owe him a debt or anything that he can use to control the party. Oh, and Thokk, Elthan, and I haven't been in this just as long as Aeroz and fought Sethra more.\" Fizahn directs an angry glance at Achkby and speaks as intimidatingly as possible. \"Give it up halfling. You're not going to manipulate this group into doing tasks that only you will get paid for.\" Fizahn abruptly turns his back on Achkby and walks out the door before he can respond. Stupid halfling probably wants to use us just to complete some other objective the Rasheman will pay him for. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAs the arguing gets more heated, Lissa sighs ostentatiously and rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair to look at the ceiling. \"Children, children. Play nicely or Mommy will have to spank you and send you to bed without supper.\" That's rich, coming from a person who's maybe three feet high. The biting sarcasm does cut through an argument rather nicely, though. Tipping her chair back upright, she glares at all the offending parties. \"Seriously, people. We need leadership. Garl's golden beard, we lost out on a pile of loot back in the drow mummy's cave because everyone was too busy flapping their gums to get down to business! And I include myself in that 'everyone', despite the fact that being gnomenapped was a rather traumatic experience. Next time, it might be somebody's life we lose while people are running around getting in each other's way!\" Glare. \"I've come too far and the stakes are too high now to go down in a stupid mistake that could have been avoided.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nAs Thokk is walking to the door, he hears Lissa's comment and quickly remarks over his shoulder\n\n \"Someone did die in that fight, lass, and was reason for some of the confusion\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" How do ya figure we're gonna be dealing with Sethra? Ain't gonna talk him down, are we? No, we're gonna kill him, and whatever allies he can dredge up. Saying strategy has no place a fight against a mage is just plain foolish. Ya were there when we fought him first, stumbling around haphazard while he played everything right inta his hands. I'll be damned if that weren't faulted by lack'a coordination. That's one'a the best examples'a what needs work. \n\n\" And blaming anything on the leadership'a that fool ranger is a cheap excuse. He couldn't lead himself down a hallway. Discipline don't complicate things, it simplifies them. And this ain't a point I'm giving up on. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin finishes talking to Kiah and reenters the inn, trying to figure out what's going on." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix watches the debate with passing amusement, to him it doesn't really matter who is in charge, as long as he can be Yix." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I'm not saying strategy has no place in fighting a spellcaster, I'm saying that we can't plan to fight someone we know so little about. Yes, he's a necromancer. So what? My father transmuted stuff, and he could conjur up powerful abjurations if he so felt like it. For all we know, he could be scrying on us now, right as we speak. Stubborness does not block scrying Edgar. He would know what we were planning while we were planning it. And what if we had a strategy the last time we fought Sethra? Thokk would still have had his mind taken over and Elthan's clone would still be killed. And don't bother telling me you knew Sethra was posessing Linda all along. All I am saying is that a leader, though useful in some situations, is a generally bad thing for this group as a whole. \"\n\n\" And Fizhan, don't for a second think that just because I owed Achby that he controls me. And he isn't the type to be manipulating people to suit his own devices. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Without turning to face Aeroz, Fizahn responds. \"Really? You've known him all his life? You know how he'll react in every situation? He seemed to do a perfectly fine job of manipulating us so he could get his paycheck from the Rasheman. I think his motives are more run by money than you know.\"\n\n OOC: Yeah, so last post I changed Fizahn's speech bubble color to blue because lime green was getting really annoying. I assume you're all very very happy. \n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, for once, says nothing to Fizahn. He grimaces for a moment, and then starts chuckling a bit.\n\n\" Alrighty. Well, thanks, Aeroz. I don't know whose side you're on in this whole leadership thing -- clearly not mine, but we agree on a couple of points too -- but I'm grateful for that vote of confidence. Don't bother too much about refuting anymore of that drivel, though. It's not getting us anywhere, and he doesn't seem much interested in getting us anywhere, either.\n\"That said... don't worry about the rest of the gold. We have bigger things to worry about. I'm not getting paid by anyone for this journey, and if a hundred and fifty gold is all I lose here, I'll be mighty happy. \"\n\n I don't much like it, but I'll burn some bridges if I have to. Actually, I'm not sure if this counts. My ties with Fizahn were already in shreds, and I'm putting them to much better use with whoever else I can bond to right now.\n\nHa ha! " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tries not to look too bored with the infighting going on between the \"old-hands.\" \nHuh. Like Si'rene, Katrine and I haven't been here from the beginning. We're the ones who stole the trice-be-damned kris anyhow. In fact... well there's no sense dwelling on it, we didn't know. But I don't know how much longer I can take any more of this. Oh yeah. I've got to get them to at least agree not to throw Evendur out... I really wonder how much any of them care...\n\n \" A-hem. \" She clears her throat, loudly.\n\" I'm sorry to interrupt this, err, spirited debate, but I have a couple of things to say, and even something to add. First off, it seems silly to anoint any one person to lead. \"\nShe ticks the next points off on her fingers,\n\" We need a general battle stagiest, a magic stagiest and a \"face\" for the group, so to speak. You're probably not going to find one person to cover all of that. What's more likely is that people will step into the roles their most suited for, and if you don't want to take a lead, no one is forcing you to. It seems we already have that happening. Most of us aren't soldiers Lumpy, we're not going to take to blindly following orders very easily. \n Oh yeah, Evendur caught up with us. Unless someone has a problem, he'd like to join us. \"\n\nooc: heh. that'll go down like a throat full of rocks\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" WHich is easier fer me ta understand than ya'd think. There was a time when I'd've rather marched ta my own drum than anyone elses. A few engagements worth'a watching folk of similar mindset getting slaughtered cured me'a that right quick. I ain't asking fer blind obedience from anyone though. Just some semblence of a plan. \"\n\nThe dour orc purses his lips,\n\n\" What I don't understand is how anyone could possibly think the lack of such is in any way preferable ta that. Yer assuming Sethra has the resources, spare time, and inclination ta sit around and watch us all day, which I strongly doubt, seeing as he's presumably also out forging alliances and raising an undead army, which is the entire reason fer us being in a panic anyway. Along with the fact that he's pretending ta be a young noble girl with no magical aptitude whatsoever, I can't see him having much leeway at all. However, even assuming that he was watching at this very instant, even then I disagree. It is entirely impossible that him seeing us plan could hurt us any less than him seeing us not plan. I'd rather he have an idea'a what we might do, than me having NO idea what me might do. There's no room fer uncertainty in this world. If we insist upon living in abject fear over scrying or magic or whatever that we got no control over, then we might as well never speak again. We might as well quit, be cause he MIGHT have anticipated our next move. \"\n\nHe shakes his head curtly, a snarl breifly rising on his lips,\n\n\" But we ain't gonna. Leastaways I ain't. I refuse ta let someone besides myself decide things like that. If we're in this, then we need ta be in this all the way. Focused, determined, and driven. Nothing less will ever do. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\"I don't think you quite understood what I meant. \" She responds to Lumpy.\n\" I'm not saying that we shouldn't be organized, we defiantly need it. What I'm saying is that you're coming off a little too strong for many of us to relate too.\nWe all want this over with, and we all want to help. What we don't need is an argument that splits us apart. And that's where this seems to be headed .\n Now I could be wrong, but the last thing I remember is that we had all agreed to ride north so we can, hopefully, raise an army. Most of us know each other well enough to place ourselves where it will be most useful if it comes to a fight, if not, I'm sure we'd take suggestions from more veteran combatants.\" She nods toward Lumpy and Thokk, \" I really don't see why we can't finish this discussion on the road. As has been pointed out, time isn't waiting for anyone.\" \n A bad commander is ten times worse than an incompetent solider, you're not the only one who's had to watch people die. Tiriel's grim thoughts echo her worst fears." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk opens the door revealing a surprisingly busy scene outside. The Tuigan leatherworker sits astride a light riding horse. She leans down and passes Thokk a neatly wrapped package. Thokk eagerly rips open the package and admires the cryohydra hide - it is smooth and white, with purple and blue highlights as it catches the sunlight. With a nod of the head, the Tuigan trots off.\n\nThe entire town is a whirlwind of activity. The caravans have decamped and are preparing to set out to the east. The wagons are being hitched to their horses. The Shou are setting off firecrackers. Humans and elves are running and riding this way and that. Stray animals are being rounded up and herded into containers. Guards are pointing and shouting. The controlled chaos is jarring after past several peaceful snowbound days.\n\nThe innkeeper stands happily by the doorway. \"They've just received word. The River Mulsantir has frozen over and can be crossed safely now. Your horses and ponies are waiting for you in the stables ...\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa has been shifting restlessly in her seat, occasionally muttering acid commentary at all sides of the 'debate'. When the innkeeper makes his announcement, she stands up. \"Great! I'm with Tiriel, in that we can argue and ride at the same time. We all agree that we need to beat feet to the Iron Lords, so let's go!\" With that, she hurries up the stairs and into her room. A few minutes later, Lissa emerges fully kitted out for traveling in the cold and bounds toward the stables." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur sits quietly in a corner, now wearing a longsword sheathed in an ornate scabard atached to his belt. His cloak hangs by the door.\n\n Best to not disturb the hornets nest.\n\n Evendur frowns, thankfull in one way that no one has raised objections to his presence or Tiriel's announcement that he is to acompany them, but slightly annoyed that he has raised so little coment, the pride of a Sunite Paladin kicking in. The Lizardman hadn't even looked at him. He shakes his head, clearing that line of thought. Insted he thought about the current topic of conversation.\n\nIt was interesting to note how the power lines had changed. The group that Karzak had been involved with seemed to have been completely assimilated by the whoever the rest of these people were . None of them, not even Tiriel, were trying to assume leadership, which supprised Evendur, though the more he considdered Tiriel's character, the more it made sence. Tiriel was not interested in leadership or controll, only that something be done, and if that required her to take controll, act as a leader of some sort, then she would do it, but when it wasn't she'd be happy just to be part of what was hapening. He noted how she stepped in here in an attempt to just get things physicaly moving towards their goal." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Pre-Innkeeper Announcement \n Lizardkin Druid \n OOC:this is before DR and phasm's post \n\nThe lizardman waits for Tiriel to finish and for a pall of silence to decend as the various members contend with their thought and suspicions they had on the other members.\n\n\" I have heard your wordss. I will sspeak now\" \n \"I have watched much. Your sskill iss great but.. your big weaknesss is you do not run ass one pack.\"\n\n\"4 nights from this day, we met shapechangers that surrounded us and made us their prey. They won. Not us\"\n\n\"We hunt ass many hunterss but not one pack. A sstrong pack has a leader. Your wordss are good sSerpent-sslayer. Among my people, a leader is not chosen by his wordss but by hiss actionss. Let thosse who wish to lead sstep forward. Fight with honor and win your honor. The besst hunter is sstrong, fast and cunning. Only he...\"\n \n\nHe stops and looks directly at Tiriel before turning back to everyone.\n\n \"Or sshe... may lead . The otherss sshall receive... rank.. due their honor\" \n\nWith simple words and breaks and pauses as he attempts to remember words, the lizardman pulls off a worthy speech in the common tongue. He had been silently listening with Trinark translating the ongoing arguments.\n\nHis proposition was simple. He supported the idea of a leader but rather than sit and argue over the role, he proposed the ones keen on leading to step forth and contest for the position. The flaw that some could detect was that the simplistic lizardman expected a clear winner to emerge, along with a clear pecking order.\n\nOne might even extrapolate that different contests could be held for different circumstances. The critical flaw remained though. Along with the troubling possibility that not all might accept the outcomes.\n\nHe remained standing before rumbling out,\n\n \"I have one question.\"\n\n\n\"He is REALLY a ranger?\" \nThere is a quizzical expression on his face dashed with a good measure of alarm as he pointed at the pimped- out Hajih who sat in their midst." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at Thokk and Lumpy in surprise and with a certain amount of dread.\n I understand why he thinks that us fighting each other would proclaim a leader, I just don't think it'd be a good idea. This group isn't held together by race, religion, or even morals. she winces internally, having us fight could split the group even more than arguing, and we'd be short a few members if trouble came on the road... I... I also don't really feel the need to lead this group, I'm just sick of hearing people argue when they all want the same thing. Maybe I should have stayed out of it... \nShe shakes off her shock and faces someone she counts as a friend, despite their differences.\n\" I understand your idea, but I don't think it would work well for our,\" she stops and remembers how Kiah explained things to the lizardman, \"...pack. We face an enemy who is... strong in many ways, not just physical. We need people to think freely and share their ideas as well as fight if we stand a chance to win against him. Hurting each other will not help share ideas. \" She finishes lamely. She's not really sure if she explained that very well. She had felt herself searching for words the entire time and felt a bit confused herself afterwards.\n\nShe looks up and addresses everyone, \" But now, the road is clear for us. We can continue going north. We can talk on the way just as well as we can here, sure it'll be colder, but I think we all expected that. \" She finishes with a weak grin.\n\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid\n\n The Druid nods in approval of Tiriel's objection. There is a pause as his gaze shifts to the others before returning to rest on Tiriel. The undisturbed expression on his face betrays that he had been anticipating that question and seeing that he was commanding everyone's attention,\n\nhe holds up his left hand.\n\n \"Ideass\"\n\n He lets his hand drop as if holding an invisible weight on it.\n\n\" Talk \"\n\nHe says looking at the hand.\n\nHe lifts his right hand.\n\n\" Action \",\n\nhe says letting the hand drop as it had a weight on it as well.\n\nHe mimes a scale balance between the two hands. Ending with a disparity greatly favoring 'talk', he looks intently sweeping his gaze over the seated fellowship.\n\n\nIt seems apparent what his unspoken message is as is his impression that most of you agree with him.\n\n\nHe drops his hand and begins to stare interestedly in the hydraskin that Thokk was showing off to Fizahn.\n\n(OOC:Sorry what I visualised in my mind. let me know if i'm wrong)\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" You should listen to Shiney. Her type is usually correct in manners concerning working together and what not. As for the brawl to determine leadership, its a bad idea. At least to do it in here. Persanolly? You all have the wrong idea. There doesn't need to be one strategic leader for diffrent kind of situations. There only needs to be one with the people skills and understanding to defer to experts in they're field, can resolve disputes between individuals, and has the decisiveness to follow through on the choices he or she makes. Choices which need to be quickly. Thats a problem the lot of us have. Deciding things. Anyway, I doubt your going to listen so go on back to bickering. \"\n\nCame the bored voice. This was definitly surprising seeing as how Callos had seemly been determined to stay out of this whole little debate. The necromancer had resumed staring at the ceiling, fingers locking behind his head as he pondered things. Of course, he looked the same but some rather troubled thoughts had come to him. Standing up abruptly, the human removed himself from his groups company and travelled up to his room to gather his belongings. Coming back downstairs with his pack and what not, Callos also held a sheet of parchment in one hand, and an inkwell and quill in the other." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods at the lizardman, relived that he understood what she had said. His pantomime of the current situation makes her smile. \nHe understands what's going on better than people give him credit for... \n\nHer thoughts are interpreted and she turns and glares at Callos, but says nothing in response, watching him leave before returning her attention the the rest.\n Now what exactly did he mean by that? she wonders." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ahahah! Look at this lad! This'll make a fine cape, and there be plently left over to finally re-enforce my suit\" \n\nThokk looks over and sees the lizardman's interest\n\n \"Ach scaley, ye like it? This be impressive indeed. I can finally start re-building me collection o trophies\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy stands silently for a moment, jaw tightening into a scowl,\n\n\" Fine, ferget it. Let's just go. \"\n\nHe turns abruptly, heading to his room to gather his gear.\n\n Proof enough fer ya? \n Things aren't always so easy, You have- \n -to give it time, yeah, yeah. Quit kidding yerself. They made things pretty clear. Why should they care when it's my blood that get's spilt. \n They weren't all- \n Enough of them were. Funny how them who've gotten through without a scratch are opposed ta the idea, ain't it? Who needs discipline when ya've got me? They made it clear they expect me ta keep my place. Like their orcs silent, stupid and obedient. Fine. \n \n\nWhen he re-emerges, he's wrestled his plate on and shouldered his pack. he doesn't even pause on his way out the door,\n\n\" Hurry it up so we can beat these wagons onto the road, \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel was surprised that Lumpy was so upset with the outcome of the \"discussion.\"\n Maybe he really did want our confidence placed in him as a leader, even though he said it didn't matter who... she muses.\nShe heads upstairs to don her armor and gather her gear. On her way out, struck by a certain thought, she goes to ask Evendur a question.\n\" I forgot to ask if you have a horse. If you don't, I think you can ride in one of the wagons. I think Hajh has one. \"\nWith that settled she goes outside and saddles her horse so that she's available to help anyone who might need it." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Long years of experience as adventurers have taught each of you to pack quickly. Your mounts are saddled up or hitched to your wagons before midday, and, after settling with the innkeeper (who appears to be truly relieved to be seeing you depart), your party joins the exodus heading northeast toward Tammar, Two Stars, and the River Mulsantir ...\n\n...\n\nThe sky is a brilliant azure and the sun reflects brilliantly off of the recently fallen snow.\n\nTrinark, unaccustomed to being on the surface during the day in this degree of brightness, is forced to ride in the back of Hajih's cart under a makeshift tent to shield him from the winter sun. After a brief argument in draconic, the drow managed to convince the lizardman to join him under the heavy canvas, not because the druid suffers from any light intolerance, but more so that they both can stay warm and minimize any unwanted attention from strangers.\n\nThokk mounts his warhorse proudly, with his cryohydra hide slung over his shoulders like a cape. As usual, he and Lumpy ride ahead as the group's vanguard.\n\nTiriel, Katrin, and Si'rene ride together. The gray elf remains impassive and inscrutable as is her way, while the two other women converse quietly.\n\nEvendur, the newcomer, rides a few paces behind the women deferentially. He generally keeps his hood up and his head down, but when he occasionally looks around, there is no denying that he is strikingly handsome. Still, most of the rest of the party keeps their distance, eyeing him suspiciously.\n\nFizahn and Callos ride in Elthan's cart. Callos looks pale and has dark circles under his eyes as though he hasn't been sleeping well. He mutters to himself quietly, staring toward the horizon. Soon, Fizahn decides to join Elthan up at the front of the cart, leaving the twitchy necromancer alone in the back.\n\nAeroz rides beside the cart on his light horse, quietly fingering the hilt of his rapier. The elf has seemed distracted of late and has been increasing withdrawn. When he thinks no one is looking, he eyes the three women suspiciously.\n\nLissa on her riding dog and Achkby on his pony bring up the rear. She alone seems not to resent Achkby for his role as the hathran's spy, but at the same time she recognizes that he might want some space. They ride quietly, making only casual conversation about the weather.\n\n...\n\nThe various caravans mostly keep to themselves, each one keeping a polite distance from the next. Your group finds itself sandwiched between the Tuigan caravan up ahead, and the elegantly appointed Aglarondan caravan behind.\n\nKeeping the Thesk Mountains to your right, you gradually leave the Forest of Lethyr behind and find yourselves on a barren, flat plain. Days pass, each one colder than the next. It takes nearly a tenday before word is passed along the caravans that Tammar lies just ahead. The caravans pick up their pace." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\nInn\n \nElthan casually listens as the group discuss the role of leadership. As far as he was concerned, the group didn't need aleader, and even with one nothing much would change. Everyone here was dedicated to the same goal, and among so few what would be the point? They only needed a little orginization, not a codified pecking order.\n\n Tiriels idea sounds nice. Someone to help arrange our magic stategies and our fighters, and someone to speak on the parties behalf. None would really be held too far above the rest, and everyone retains thier autonomy. Could work. \n\nEveryone is quickly distracted by the opening of the roads, and Elthan begisn to pack up with them. Yet another discussion without a definite solution. \n______________________________\n\n On the road, Day 2\n \nThe group prepares to camp for the night, and Elthan ventures off to the side of the group to do some studying. As he rest himself agianst a tree and prepares to open his book, the Lizard begins to approach.\n\nElthan sets his book down and stands up, and the Lizard speaks first.\n\n \"You said you would help, do we know what we can do?\"\n\n \"I'm gald you asked, I wanted to discuss our options.. Shall we go for a walk?\"\n\nElthan guides the druid into the forest and walks along side him, making sure to keep close to the camp. \"I've thought of a few things we could do, the first and obvious one beign scying. Getting the spell wouldn't be difficult, but we'd have to wait until we could get a mirror, and a very expensive one at that. We'd need to ask the group for funds, or find some sponsor. Further more, it wouldn't last very long, or divulge anything other than the current activiteis of a single subject or place. Contrary to popular belief, scrying isn't an instant or complete solution to observation.\"\n\nHe steps over a fallen, snow covered log before he continues listing. \"Alternatively, we could just go there. We could teleport there, spend as much time as we needed, and teleport back. Yet agian, however, this far exceeds anything I could purchase, or at current do.\" Elthan stops walking and turns towards the Lizard. \"I'm sorry Ssathiya, there's really little I can do.\" Elthan appears severly dissapointed at himself as he points this out.\n\nHe attempts to brighten himself and fails before bringing up a solution. \"I can try to commit the party to obtaining the mirror, and convince Callos to scribe the spell. Scrying could be usefull for fighting Sethra, and they'd most likely agree to scry on your village for you, but whatever we can do, it will take a bit of time. I'm sorry that there's not much more I can do.\"\n\n(OOC: Elthan really wants to help, but after some consideration, there really is nothing he can do until they get a windfall. The cheapest is a Scroll of Scry for 700gp, and renting out a 1k mirror. We could always see if the pary wants to pitch in for that kind of divination power later down the road, but I'm not sure how patient Ss is. I say later because no one can cast 4th level yet, so we'd need a scroll each time. At 700 a pop, most would agree to wait a level.)\n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix helps himself to the back of Achkby's pony, casually glancing around as the forest passes him by." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAfter his outburst in the inn, Lumpy keeps more or less silent. He rides ahead restlessly, maintaining a general aura of unnapproachability in attempt to deter attempts at conversation. The resulting effect was something between brooding and sulking, but the big orc proves to be exceedingly good at generating the impression that he wishes to be left alone.\n\nWhen camp is set up each night, he acts similarily, staking out a position secluded from the others whenever possible. Responses and input on matters such as keeping watch are kept to one word when possible, and his predilection for uttering a brusque \" Fine. \" towards an given query becomes a fact rather than a possibility.\n\nOn the other hand, he seems almost driven to prove himself through action when words have failed him. He seems almost constantly on edge, whether on the road or in camp, waiting for that ineveitable ambush or problem to arise. Oftentimes, he neglects his own sleep to set watches of his own, peering into the darkness with focused intent." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tries to enjoy the ride north. But between the biting cold and the unrest between some of her companions, being cheerful becomes a full time job. She notices Lumpy skulking and can't help feel partly responsible, yet any attempt at conversation is cut short with his gruff responses. After the second day she gives up and resolves to try again later.\nShe keeps herself busy by alternately watching the caravans and talking to anyone who will carry on a conversation. The realization that the group is held together more by a common goal than any other type of bond keeps resurfacing in her thoughts. But, try as she might, she doesn't have any idea on how to draw the group closer together.\n\nThere are definite bonds between groups. Si'rene, Katrine and her are one example. Trinark and the lizardman, another. And then there's the odd ones that don't seem to have any strong bonds with the others.\n\nBy the fifth day or so, Tiriel decides to try and talk to Lumpy again. She nods to her friends and nudges her horse to a quicker walk so she can pull abreast to Lumpy's mount.\nShe rides quietly for a few minutes, then decides to go ahead and start.\n\" So, uh, ....Well, I've been meaning to ask you something Lumpy, do you know who's idea was it to go talk to this King? I got the feeling that someone must have said something earlier that I missed. \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur occasionaly tries to make conversation with Tiriel, though his heart doesn't appear to be in it. Mostly he makes observations on their surroundings and the weather. He doesn't try to find anything out about her, seeming to avoid it like a poisoned snake. Similarly he avoids mentioning anything about his own history. Very soon after making some atempt at conversation he gives up, returning with a slight bow from the back of his steed to his deferential position.\n\nEvendur takes his personal share of camping and guard duties wordlessly, very subdubed compared to the initial impresion he may have given.\n\nOnly once does Evendur break his apparent vow of silence. On the third day out he aproaches the Lizardkin as camp is being set and attempts to explain something to him, but the Lizardman's staunch refusal to accept his existence quickly batters him down. Expresionless he sets about his own camping arangements and takes first watch." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy listens to Tiriel's latest attempt at conversation dispassionately. She was persistant, which he wasn't sure bothered him or not. For a moment, he considered brushing her off again, but he suspected she'd just come back later anyway. Eventually, he shrugs, not really bothering to look back at her as he responds.\n\n\" The Iron Lord's apparently some Northern King here. Rashemi, I reckon. The idea ta head this way was also a Rashemi's, one'a the escorts fer the witch whose mask Sethra handed ta ya. \"\n\nHe glances at Tiriel briefly before continuing,\n\n\" She went ta confirm that Sethra'd taken the girl's body after we 'killed' him, and now she's quite thouroughly dead, along with a roomful'a her berzerker pals, of which only the one pulled through. The prevailing thought is that the necromancer's raising an army and recruiting.. what was it.. Tanarri allies or something, and that it'll take a right army ta fight back against it, one this king can supposedly field. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel mulls over the information.\n\" So, no one in our group has any direct connection to the Iron Lord?\nI don't really have any experince with this kind of thing, but isn't it going be hard to get an audience with him? \"\n\n\nOoc: Lumpy and Tiriel aren't having a private talk, anyone can join in if they so wish.\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe grizzled half-orc lets another habitual shrug roll off his shoulders,\n\n\" Direct? Not really, though the halfling was apparently under the employ'a one'a his agents. Not that that'll get us anywhere, really. \"\n\nHe snorts softly, with a hint of derision,\n\n\" And as has been made abundantly clear, I got no place in courts or politics. Best I can reckon, getting an audience'd be easier than I think. Just start waving the witch's mask around. 'Course, we might pick up some fetters along the way. A favorable meeting'd be harder. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid skulked within the tent for the duration of the journey. The weather getting colder did little to improve matters. He'd even growled a little at Trinark from being cooped up.\n\nThe news from Elthan played apart in his moroseness although he didn't tell Trinark that. What would be the point of worrying his dear companion?\n\nSsathiya hadn't been a fool. His lack of understanding of the arcane art did not cripple his own common sense and instinct. There would be limits. He knew that. But hope had lingered.\n\nHe had not let his shoulders slump until Elthan had turned and walked off. Seeing the earnest regret on his face, the lizardkin did not tell him that a reply was overdue and that more time only increased the uncertainty over what the situation was, back home in the Vilhon Reach.\n\n\nHe was out of his tent again, wrapped in his winter wear and hide. Spying Lumpy and Tiriel sitting some distance in front of him, he allowed his gaze to drift. The caravaneers had retired for the night and it availed him some time.\n\nWalking silently, he cuts a path to a more secluded place in a nearby wood. His objective was to find a foci like a cairn or dolmen even a tree of sufficient age and presence and attempt to commune with the spirits.\n\n Semuanya may be silent but the Balance still speaks to me \n\nWith his mind in three places, Sheyra, his Tribe and the journey north, he wends his way unaware of watchful eyes on a dark face gazing out of a tent flap at him.\n\n\n Starry night and shrinking moon \n\nHe notes to himself.\n\n Yes... the phase is right \n\nHe turns to check that no one is following him before disappearing into the night." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Si'rene stalks over bundled in her winter furs, listens quietly, then nods at Lumpy's summary of the situation.\n\nShe sketches some lines in the snow with the tip of her longbow ...\n\n\"It looks like we will arrive in Tammar tommorow. A crossroads.\n\n\"We could continue along the main road northeast to Two Stars, then across the River Mulsantir. At that point, the road will cut east toward the Endless Wastes and Kara-Tur beyond. We would presumably leave the main road and head north into Rashemen. This is apparently the route that was suggested to you by the hathran's berserker.\n\n\"Alternatively, we could head directly north from Tammar, taking the Cold Road. We would have to find some way to cross Lake Ashane, but it might get us to Rashemen more quickly.\"\n\nShe looks at Lumpy as if it is his decision which path the party should take." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy studies the elf's sketch through squinted eyes for a moment,\n\n\" We know anything about the lake? How hard it is ta get passage across, whether the weather'll permit it and the like? I gather it's something of a long shot by yer tone, and it'd hurt us a lot ta have ta backtrack if the long ways a surer bet. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nIf the thin necromancer even noticed that Fizahn had been distancing himself from him, Callos either didn't show it or he simply didn't care. Rubbing his eyes and yawning often as he stares at what is to come. Strange images kept on dancing in front of his eyes and he appeared thoughtful. His dreams as of late had become even more vivid then ever but the content hadn't changed at all, was it a sign of something to come?\n\n This getting too odd...can't even get a decent night of sleep anymore without nightmares...or even...I need something to focus one..something to draw my mind away from all this..won't be fighting Sethra forever after all..need to plan for an after plan..if there is an after.. \n\nOnce more the parchment, quill, and ink came out of his pack and Callos wetted it with his tongue. What did he know about? On what was he enough of an authority to publish a treatsi on to the magical community? It took him awhile, discarding idea after idea, taking up most of the day until he seemed to settle on something. Finally giving a glance up at the front of the carriage to Elthan and Fizahn, Callos began to scratch his quill across the parchment. Soon, written gracefully across the top of the first sheet was titled...\n\n Negative Energy and How it Affects the Mortal Mind and Soul " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Thokk says and does little of huge importance on the trip. He makes sure a fire is going at night for his scaley brother, and works at night to work bites of hide into his armor. He glaces up during the conversations of what to do in the morrow, but simply shurgs and goes back. As he sees the lizardmad about to depart, he calls to him quickly\n\n \"Ach, scaley, are ye heading into the cold wood? Hang on one second\" \n Thokk busies himself about the fire for a second, and then hands Ss a steaming mug of hot cider, evidently from the inn.\n\n \"Here lad, drink this. I know yer not a fan of the cold, this might help a tad\" \n After he departs Thokk once more spends time working on his Hydra hide, accepting help from any who wish to give it " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe leaves the choice of deciding which route to take to Si'rene and Lumpy. She feels confident that they will come to a good decision and that she has very little she can contribute. She wanders around, stopping when she sees Thokk fiddling with the hydra hide. She watches him for a moment before approaching him.\n\" Thokk, right? We really haven't talked much. \" She sits down nearby. \" Out of curiosity, what do you plan to do with the skin? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk drapes the hydraskin this way and that, preening like an adolescent girl. \"How does this look?\" he asks coyly. Tiriel almost laughs aloud.\n\nSi'rene frowns. \"A deepwinter passage across the Lake might be difficult, if it is even possible. I suppose it would be safer to cross the Mulsantir and take the overland passage.\"\n\nA light mist obscures the view ahead, but soon you can make out the dark walls of Tammar looming overhead. Its mighty gates are sealed, and it looks like almost the entire town is manning the battlements above. They are carrying improvised weapons and hunting bows, looking decidedly unfriendly.\n\nThe caravans pile up outside, spilling off the road in confusion. With the hundreds of travelers and scores of wagons milling about outside the walls, it almost looks like a siege.\n\nThe caravaners below and the armed townsfolk above exchange shouts and curses. By the time your party is able to work its way forward through the other caravans, it seems clear that the town wants the caravans to turn back or clear out.\n\nAn old man-at-arms, clad in ancient but still functional armor calls down from the ramparts suspiciously, \"Be ye men, dark elves, or demons? What news have ye of the west?\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"As of now lass, Im not 100% sure. I've always taken little knick knacks from foes, and I actually can use most of them. This skin is strong, I'm figuring I can partially mend some joints in me armor, the rest is going into a cape or cloak. It will keep me warm, and I think it looks rather impressive. You know anything of leatherworking lass?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy considers Sirene's words for a moment. Decisions were easy to make in a practical sense, but hard to make effectively. His tone is thoughtful, contrasting his previously sullen state,\n\n\" That's a rough one. I've gambled and lost enough times before ta appreciate the reliable route. I'd be inclined ta go 'round, if it were up ta me. Mebbe we can get a second opinion before time comes ta choose. \"\n\nAny serenity on his part is swiftly shattered by the traffic jam. Irritation creeps across his face like a spreading blight as they work their way forward through the crowd, breaking out into a full-fledged scowl as he lays eyes on the mass manning the walls. He was right tired of being met by resistance everywhere he went. Whether it was monsters or men, all of Faerun seemed bent upon making this journey as hard as it could possibly. As if traveling north through the dead of deepwinter weren't hard enough.\n\nPart of him intended to keep things civil, to avoid singling himself out for the ire of the impromptu militia. Truly, it did. It just didn't want it hard enough,\n\n\" Demons? Only honest folk who seek travel along a major tradeway. Is hospitality such a callous thing here that travelers and businessfolk are met at major crossing points with strung bows and readied spears? \"\n\nHardeyed, the burly orc urges his horse forward, trotting closer to the walls to meet the elder warrior's gaze with one of his own." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn mostly keeps to himself for the ride towards the city. He doesn't do any talking and actively avoids Callos. There's something not right about him right now. With any luck, he'll get better soon. He appears greatly annoyed with the closed gate. He hops off the cart and follows Lumpy to address the town guardians. I don't know what they're playing at, but we're obviously not an army. Foolish humans. \"Has it not yet become apparent to you that we're not an army? Most people out here are trading caravans. Let them in so they can stimulate your economy and whatnot.\" Fizahn turns to look at Lumpy and begins speaking in a voice that can't be heard on the walls. \"Honestly, I have no clue what's wrong with humans. Their heads just don't work right. At least you've got some orcish blood in you to redeem yourself.\" Isn't it odd that both humans and orcs are terrible species, but when you combine them, you get one of the most well-rooted and tactically sound beings. I guess Lumpy's just special. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby contents himself to chatting idly with Lissa nd Yix as they travel. It leaves him more at ease than he has been for a long time.\n\n The whole group seems to be more at peace after that long rest. And after Kiah and Nyssa left us. I only wish Delphinia had stayed... and Nolan. I never really got to talk to either of them. But who am I kidding, would I really have talked to them if they had stayed? Well, maybe.\n\nBest let it rest. I have friends here. \n\n[hr]\nWhen they arrive at the seething mash of travelers, Achkby keeps his annoyance to himself." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Actually, yes. \" She replies to Thokk. She takes a moment to bring her horse over to where they'd been sitting. After a moment of digging in her pack, she finds what she'd been looking for, a canvas roll full of bulging tools. She holds it up grinning, \" I actually spent some time learning how to make armor from my uncle awhile back. I should tell you though, it's been a few years since I've worked on anything. \"\n\nShe looks around,\n\" uh-oh, looks like we're moving out. \" She mounts her horse and rides next to Thokk eager to talk \"shop\" while they approach the gate. \" What do ya'think they're worried about? We haven't seen anything exciting since the werewolfs and that wasn't to the west. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe quill continued to scratch across the parchment until he felt the wagon come to a halt. And still it continued for a few moments before he looked up to see what the problem was.\n\n Oh. Looks like we arrived....Demons or dark elves? He must be blind or stupid. Maybe both. We so do not have time to indulge this idiot. \n\nStanding up from where he had been sitting for an uncomfortably long time and stretching idley, the necromancer went to the front of the cart and looked to the guard. How best to handle a situation like this...\n\n\" We bring important news from the west buts for the ears of someone higher up the food chain then you, and for them alone. Can we go in now? It's cold and unpleasent out here. \"\n\n I think that would come out well...wait did I say that out loud? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk and Tiriel get a chance to discuss trimming his armor with the hydrahide. There should be enough skin left over for a nice decorative cape, though it might not provide much warmth. Before they can get much beyond the planning stage however, they find themselves at the gates of Tammar.\n\nLumpy, Fizahn, and Callos add their voices to the clamoring from the caravans. The old man-at-arms waves his hands, \"Settle down, settle down!\"\n\nHis gaze sweeps over the assembled host below. \"How can we be sure you are whom you appear to be?\" His gaze meets Lumpy's briefly, then Callos'.\n\n\"I ask again, what news from the west?\" His tone suggests that he is testing you." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's irritation doesn't fade in the slightest,\n\n\" WEll, assuming yer vaguely defined 'west' is referring ta what's going on across the Inner Sea, and not some point ten miles west'a here... Myth Drannor's been sacked, if ya beleive the rumor mill. Ain't rightly been that way myself fer a few years, but that's the big news going 'round. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa spends most of the journey chitchatting with Achkby and various others, practicing spells (she apparently can cast a few illusion-type spells, unusual for a cleric), and just thinking. Each sunset finds her praying to her deity.\n\nUpon reaching the gates of Tammar, Lissa breathes a sigh of relief and pats her hard-working riding dog. \"Not too much longer now, boy.\" Oh, evidently she spoke too soon. The locals don't seem very friendly. Rolling her eyes, Lissa raises her voice. \"If you're that paranoid about fiends, get a cleric or paladin out here to detect evil.\" She absently snaps an icicle off the end of her braid and tosses it to the ground. \"News, eh? Besides the fact that it's freezing cold and been that way for far too frelling long. Well, there was a pair of cryohydras troubling a local lord; they're crowbait and tanned hide, now.\" Lissa points to Thokk's prized hydra hide, glistening white in the sun. \"Trouble with undead, or there will be soon. Big trouble. That's why we're here, actually. Got a message from one of your masked priestesses. Gonna let us in now or what? We're freezing our bums off out here.\" \n\n\n\n\nOOC: Simul-ninja'd! Umm... I guess Lissa is adding on to what Lumpy said." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n\nHajih holds the old grey wolf by the scruff of the neck. The wild canine seems to be attempting to leap at and attack the man-at-arms.\n\n \"No, wolf, no biting, it doesn't help our position as 'not evil' if you savage their ankles\" \n The wolf settles down and Hajih lets it go. It paces a bit before settling down and growling at the old man. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nAs they group tries to convince the old man to let them in, he decides to do something constructive. he slowly works his wings to get the creaks out of the joints, then because to fly around from riding animal to riding animal." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n Don't know weather I should do this, but these people are impatient, and I fear what they may do if pushed further than I've seen them. Hight not even work, but i's worth a try, if only to calm the poor unsuspecting merchants. \n\nEvendur strides to a rocky outcrop or similar point which would give him both a height advantage and promenance among the crowd, or, failing that, the back of a cart. There he mutters a word of command and he is surrounded by a swirl of smoke which, when it clears, reveals Evendur clad, not as a humble traveler, but in fine shining armor, golden patterns twisting arround it's torso and down the limbs almost like cascading hair or water. It radiates a clean, warm light, brighter than the weak wintery sun, illuminating the ground and those arround him. Steel clad hands rise in greeting to the ramparts. His voice rings clearly across the distance.\n\n\" Hail sir, and well met. I am Evendur Dunhelder, a Paladin in the service of our gracious gods. I would ask who or what you prepare for war against, as I do not believe that merchants usualy cause this kind of reception here. \" \n\nEvendur gazes steadily at the crenelated tops, waiting for an answer." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "- ooc: bump to Phasm -\n- we're not at the Rashemen's place yet... this is only a pit stop. Yay. -\n\n Tiriel \n\nTiriel sits and watches the exchanges between her group and the surly guard. Obviously adding anything at this point wasn't going to help, doing something might though. .. Oh wait, Evendur just did... \n\nAs she mulls over various ideas, she remembers something the guard said, \"Be ye men, dark elves, or demons?\" Wait a second... what did he mean by that? Well it doesn't really seem like he cares, but I'd better go make sure that we don't botch this right away.... \n\nTiriel nudges her pony over to the cart that Trinark and the lizardman have erected their shelter. She pauses a moment, not sure how to proceed, before shrugging and knocking on the wood of the wagon before sticking her head in.\n\" Umm, so we're trying to get into this city for the night and they're all really worried about something so it'd probably be best if you two stayed under here for now. Hopefully we can get this worked out, but it's not looking good right now. \" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\"Pssst! Yix!\" hisses Achkby, \" They're worried about demons and dark elves! Don't advertise yourself if you can help it. \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix stops makes his way back to Achkby's pony and ends his flight. He looks up at Achkby \"I'm too cute to be a demon.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Very true, \" Achkby says seriously, \" But only from up close. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some of the other townspeople begin to shout down the old man-at-arms:\n\n\"Oh for the heavens' sakes, Gerreck! Is this the invasion you've been blathering about?\"\n\n\"They're just people! Isn't it obvious that they are neither demons nor drow? Or have you lost your eyesight as well as your mind?\"\n\n\"I can't believe we're missing dinner for this. As if the Army of Darkness was really about to just show up on our doorstep.\"\n\n\"By Tyr and Tymora, let's just open the gates.\"\n\n\nThe townspeople lower their axes and crossbows and start stepping down from the parapets. After a short delay, the gates begin to creak open. A cheer rises from the caravans, and soon they are crowding around the gate, eager to enter Tammar as soon as possible.\n\nThe old man continues to wave his arms, shouting, \"They're coming, I tell you! Demons and drow! They're coming for us!\"\n\nThe townspeople ignore him now, crowding about the merchants as they enter, already eager to check out their wares.\n\nYou find yourselves stuck in the middle of the line. A few of the Shou queued up nearby cast suspicious glances your way, especially at the covered cart, but when they see you noticing them, they duck their heads and look away.\n\nAs you near the gate, you see that the old man-at-arms (Gerreck, presumably) is now down at ground level peering at the entering strangers with suspicion. His armor is ancient and rusted, but his halberd remains oiled and sharp. A handful of other guardsmen, similarly outfitted, stand by his side, helping him check the entering caravans for anything suspicious." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n As Achkby's pony carries Yix by the old man, he will give the man a little bow as well as a salute. However, he refrains from talking as the old man seems frightened enough as it is." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIt would be so easy. Just a flick of the wrist so to speak and then the guard would have a reason to be paranoid. Not that Callos planned on harming him in any way. Just scaring him. That wasn't wrong...was it? Maybe it was. Besides now he had to think about how the others would react to his actions. Probaly wouldn't like him terrifying the locals. With magic anyway. Didn't mean he could do it in a more mundane fashion. Keeping careful eyes on Gerreck waiting for the moments when the older man was looking at them and towards him specifcally he began to rub his hands together with demonic smile on his face, quickly going back to the bored expression whenever Gerreck looked away or tried to get someone else to look. Probably caught the attention of the Shou too. When Evendur suddenly went all...well shiney, that stopped the necromancer's fooling around.\n\n\" Oh monkey spit...not another Shiney! \" He cursed under his breath, all hint of mirth gone from him now as he focused his opal eyes on the paladin." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThe words of one of the townsfolk rings loud in Tiriel's ears,\n \"They're just people! Isn't it obvious that they are neither demons nor drow? Or have you lost your eyesight as well as your mind?\"\n\n People, ah yes, just people. But one is a drow and another will be considered a monster. But still, they are people. \n She frowns, as she notices the guard \"Gerreck\" and his men just waiting to find something, or, someone.\n \n I don't think they'll understand, not at first. I hate this. \"People\" are just as capable as evil as the drow and demons they dread... \n\nTiriel sighs and moves to the front of the wagon.\n\" Hajih, I don't think we should bring the wagon inside. These people are just waiting for a fight and I don't want to hurt people to avoid one unless I have to. I'll stay with the wagon, you go on inside. \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n Well that was a complete waste of time. \n\nDispite it's apparent failure, Evendur doesn't change back his armor. He does however worry about the guardsman. Perhapse he'd be too annoyed at his dismissal by the townsfolk to try to interigate anyone, but there was the trouble of how to get arround any pointed questions about Drow and the lizardman." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy slips back along the line to fall in alongside the wagon. Surreptiously, he addresses Tiriel,\n\n\" This could be a real problem. Gonna be right obvious we got something we don't want them ta see if we try ta divert, and getting the wagon through won't be much easier. \"\n\nHe rubs his braided beard thoughtfully,\n\n\" Might be we need some kind of distraction, or at least a helluvan alibi. They decide ta poke around and catch sight of the drow or the lizard and it'll be stab first and ask later, no doubt. Specially the old feela and his gang there. \n\n\" Lemme get a feel fer them first. I expect they'll be at least a little suspicious'a me anyhow. Might give us a guage on what ta expect. \"\n\nHe bulls his way forward again, trying to confront Gerreck long before Hajih's cart nears the gate. WHen he nears the old warrior, he swerves towards him, seeking to domineer his attention,\n\n\" Right crazy thing ya got set upt here. WHat's got ya so worked up yer looking fer demeons at every corner? Cormanthor's a real long way from here, ya know. \"" }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n \"Right\" He says, hopping off the wagon.\n\n \"What do we do about those two?\" Hajih points his thumb at the back of the wagon and the make-shift tent." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby speeds up Bess a bit, trying to hear the others' plans for getting the wagon through the gate.\n\n Well, there is that... but I've no idea if it's an amnesiac or not, I might be in a bit of trouble if it isn't and he remembers what all happened... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Evendur strides forward sullenly in his golden armor, stung by the lack of interest his dramatic entrance seemed to have generated, but his sudden transformation from vagabond to paladin did not go completely unnoticed ...\n\nThe other travelers give him a wide-berth. Some eye him cautiously, others with thinly disguised hostility, a few with longing (mostly women, but an occasional man or two). He certainly cuts an impressive figure in his ornate golden plate. His face, now exposed for all to see, is undeniably gorgeous. Here in the East, however, avatars of Law are often viewed with suspicion. Even his own companions are still trying to figure out what to make of him, and his unexpected prestidigitation hasn't helped matters ...\n\nLumpy intercepts Gerreck before he reaches the wagons and finds the old man-at-arms eager to speak to someone (even a half-orc) who seems to be taking him seriously. He stumbles over his words trying to get them all out, gesticulating wildly with his free hand ...\n\n\"It not the West in the west, I'm worried about, it's the west of the East! I've seen the signs (sunsets of blood) and dreamed the dreams (darkness and fire)! I've seen an army of demonspawn and dark elves crossing the Sea in longships surrounded by darkness unnatural and most foul! I've seen them landing on our shores, razing everything in their path! The coast is burning! It burns I tell you! The Army will be upon us before we know it!\"\n\nLumpy tries to keep the old man's attention directed away from the wagons as he continues to rant and rave, but one of the old man's flunkies starts poking around the second wagon. \"What's in the back?\" he asks Hajih." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn drops back to the wagon the lizardman and drow are in. He listens to the concerns of Tiriel and Lumpy and begins attempting to formulate a plan of his own. He looks surprised as they near the guards and run out of time. Angrily, he mutters a few words to Tiriel and Hajih. \"We shoulda just unhooked one of the wheels, so we could come up with a plan while we 'fixed' it. Would have given us a bit more time, but it's to late now.\" Fizahn looks at Lissa for a second. I wonder if that Cloakshadow god of hers has given her the ability to make things invisible. \"Hey, Lissa. You wouldn't be able to make a problem of ours disappear , would you?\" Hope none of them can speak gnome. \n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n If only my spellcasting weren't so damn obvious!! \n\n\" Carcasses? \" Achkby suggests, \" We've been hunting? Can anyone create an illusion silently? \"\n\nHe glances around, hoping no amateur mages or mystics can overhear him." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Too fast, we needed more time.\n Tiriel looks in annoyance at Fizahn and Achkby, she has no idea what they're saying, and no idea if what they're planing would work.\n\nTiriel grabs the cart horse's lead and yanks it roughly, moving both her horse and the cart off to the side. She then addresses the guards angrily,\n\" It's ours, and it's none of your business. \"\nSeeing one of the men take a step forward, she maneuvers her horse between him and the cart,\n\" Don't even try it. \"\n \nWell if they push too far, I'll leave with the cart and they'll be happy for it...\n\n{intimidate roll: (1d20+9=17) }" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Ach, we have a large amount of our supplies back there lads, along with some transport items. They are warded pretty heavily, so I dont suggest ye poke too heavily. It would be quite detrimental to all involved\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Very true, \" agrees Achkby, \" I'd take the wards down if they were mine, but a man with more power than me -- and there aren't many of those -- put them up. They're perfectly stable if left alone, but I value my life more than I trust myself to tamper with 'em. \"\n\n[OOC] Bluff (1d20+4=18) [/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nFor his part, Lumpy does his best to keep Gerreck engaged, as if the business with the cart wasn't his concern. The way he saw it, the men might just be suspicious, but the elder warrior was just plain crazy. Hopefully the others could sort out the rest. Hopefully. Brawling was an option too, but invariably a messy one.\n\n\" Really now. That fascinating, ya having the sight and all. WHay it that no one seems ta take it seriously, though? Seems yer the most experienced soldier here, as appearances go. They should respect that. \"\n\nHe knew a thing or two about egos, and hoped to keep the man-at-arms's well stoked, no matter how impractical it sounded. They could scrutinize him all they liked, so long as it kept some of them from scrutinizing the wagon. He raises his voice, hoping to garner more attention,\n\n\" I seen the place once, ten years back or so, before the war'd realy started. Just passing through really, but it was pretty nice. Hear it's been torn up real good since then though. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The guard pulls his hand back away from the wagon, as if stung. Tiriel's eyes flash dangerously, and the boy (hardly older than 13 or 14) backs away, unsure of what to do, looking to Gerreck for direction.\n\nFortunately, Lumpy has guided Gerreck off to one side, subtly turning him so that the old man-at-arms doesn't have a view of the cart. The old man warms to Lumpy's flattery and starts regaling the half-orc with (likely embellished) war stories, clapping his free hand on Lumpy's shoulder.\n\nThe other guards, however, notice when Tiriel pulls the cart off to the side. Gripping their halberds, they step forward, frowning. The three of them are outfitted in the same kind of armor as Gerreck. They are young men, but appear more seasoned than the boy that Tiriel intimidated.\n\nThey beging to push their way through the Shou and Tuigans crowding around the entrance gate. \"Get out of our way!\" one of them growls." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSeeing as how these young guards where breaking off from the herd and turning towards the covered wagon, Callos thought. He thought hard. How best to get them to go away without seeing what was in there? That didn't involve magic. Or better yet...that did but wouldn't hurt them!\n\nScurrying off around to the other end of the wagon (From where the guards where coming from) the necromancer is quick to clamber into the wagon near the entrance and pull out the multi-facted gem with draconic writing on it. Glancing back at the druid and Trinark he grins and whispers.\n\n\" Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so. \"\n\n((PMing a question to you DR as well as his readied action.))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nUnaware that Callos has jumped into the back of the cart, Tiriel continues to try and move the cart away from the guards. Seeing that there's no room to turn the cart, she tries to back it up instead, talking to the cart horse in a calm mutter the entire time.\n\n handle animal: (1d20+9=22) \n\n\n[ooc: if it's obvious that she won't be able to get the cart away from the guards in time, she'll do something else instead.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel modulates her voice to calm the cart horse, and she and Hajih slowly back the cart up, away from the approaching guards.\n\nThe crowd behind the cart protests, however, shouting and cursing as they push and shove their way out to the sides. The commotion begins attracting additional attention. Gerreck turns around to see what it going on.\n\nCallos scrambles onto the back of the cart, poking his head into the tent." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn decides that this is the perfect oppurtunity for him. He places himself in the guards way multiple times. Each time, he bumps into them, he appears to be trying his best to stall them. After he gets shoved out of the way by each guard, he mutters to himself in exasperation and gives up and wanders over to where Lumpy's talking to Gerreck.\n\nOOC: Fizahn's pickpocketing the guards. 18, 18, & 22 " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Well...now thats odd. \n\nHe took another look around the back of the covered wagon as if it would provide some sort of insight as to what he had missed. Still nothing. Confusion, irriation, and confusion again all came across his features. A slow blink later and he came back out of the wagon close to where Tiriel is, sitting down comfortably there as if he had always been.\n\n\" Don't worry Shiney. We've got absolutely nothing to hide back there. So lets let the nice guardsmen do their jobs so we can get in the city, and start looking for what we're missing . \"\n\nInwardly the necromancer couldn't help but wonder if she would catch the hints he had dropped. And if not, then when had she been hit on the head hard enough to miss them." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe stops the cart horse and her own mount and looks at Callos. Either he didn't understand the situation or, wait, he'd said \"missing.\" Tiriel winces internally, she'd been making a fuss over nothing if they weren't in the wagon at all. But then, where were they?\n\n\" Fine. \" She says loud enough for the guards to overhear.\nShe directs the her next words quietly to Callos, \" Are you volunteering to help me look for them then? \"\n\n[ooc: looks like we've decided that we're short a drow and lizardman... whopps.]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Well this may have backfired on me.. \n\n\" Who volunteered for the what now?...Fine. Might as well. \" He muttered back, crossing his arms and rubbing them to get the blood flowing more. Yawning again as he leaned back and let his eyes close some. Maybe there would be time for just a little bit of sleep..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n What the hell? Maybe he can cast illusions silently. But what's that about looking for something...? \n\nAchkby stares around in confusion." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Good. \" Tiriel replies curtly. She releases her hold on the cart horse and steps her horse back allowing a clear passage to the cart. She still keeps a close eye on both Callos and the guards though.\n \nThat wizard had better not be wrong... " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix becomes bored and confused with the process, keeping himself entertained by playing with the pony's tail." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The guards push their way through the crowd, shoving Fizahn out of the way, until they have reached the cart. Ignoring any warnings about and wards and such, they unceremoniously brush past Callos and Tiriel and throw open the flap of the tent on the wagon.\n\nThey poke around inside for a few seconds, then they lower the flap again and wave you on.\n\nSi'rene looks at Callos and Tiriel in puzzlement. Callos simply shrugs.\n\nOnce safely inside the town walls and out of earshot of any guards, everyone gathers around the wagon and sees for themselves that the lizardman and druid are missing.\n\nThe druid was last seen in the night, heading away from the caravan. It was assumed that he had returned, but no one recalls specifically seeing him do so. Neither has anyone specifically seen the drow within the past day or so. Have they been missing all night or did they slip out somehow outside the town?\n\nFizahn hums softly to himself as he checks out the three sets of keys and random coins he was able to \"liberate\" from the guards." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWhen all was said and done, Lumpy gives Gerreck one last clap on the shoulder, breaking away under the pretense of finding a room in an inn before the caravans filled them up. Once he's comfortably out of sight, he takes a meandering path to rejoin the others, it's not entirely clear whether he's upset or pleased that neither drow nor lizardman were there to be revealed,\n\n\" Well, ain't that an interesting turn. Damn fool lizard'll freeze ta death if he stays out in this. We'll need ta slip back out and backtrack, I guess. Some'a us anyway. We also gotta resupply before tomorrow morning so we can keep moving. I'd like ta get ahead'a these wagon-trains if possible. \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur has spent the confusion hovering on the edge of things, attempting to appear as an observer. The fact that they had kept a wide birth from him would help if theyw ere taken in for questioning,and if he was considered an observer he migh be ableto help them out of theirpredicament by acting as their lawyer or equivalent.\n\nWhen the situation seems to resolve itself Evendur feels relief primarialy, but a small measure of dissapointmentat being robbed the chance of helping them out in a way only a paladin could and thereby having the chance to gain their trust. Still, this was probably for the best.\n\nAs the crowds start to disperse Evendur aproaches Tiriel.\n\n\" What happened? Are they invisable?\" he asks quietly, indicating the cart. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe tries to control her frustration, but some of it creeps into her voice,\n\" No. They're not invisible, they're gone. We must have left them behind when we stopped yesterday. \"\nShe looks at Lumpy, \" I'm going back to look for them, Callos has graciously offered to accompany me. We need someone to follow with the wagon so that we have some way of bringing them back. I don't know how we'll get them into the city, it might be too much work. It might be better if they, we, just camped outside and waited . \" \n\nTiriel remounts her horse and impatiently waits to see if there are any protests agaist her plan.\n\n{ooc: yes, Callos, she's being sarcastic.}\n{Hemp - go get armor!}" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Don't worry too much about getting our two lost lambs back into the city Shiney. I may have a plan for that too. You just worry about finding the two of them so we can get back. This is not my idea of a picnic afterall. \"\n\nCallos grumbled unhappily as she leaves him on the cart and goes to her horse. This is just what he needed after all. To go searching for the lizardman and drow, during winter, when he could be quite safely inside of this city doing something. Anything! Even sleeping!\n\n But noooooo. Instead I'm going BACK to the dangerous wilds to look for party members who may or may not still be alive, with some I've been antagonizing for the past couple days, while I'm short rested, and everyone else gets to enjoy the warmth of an inn. I can't help but think that this is more payback by something for shocking that wolf, even though I clearly already paid up by spending the night in a tree surronded by wolves. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy retrieves and mounts his own horse without another thought, offereing Tiriel an explanation,\n\n\" If they've gone and gotten lost in the woods, we'll need ta track them down the hard way. It'll be bad enough with all the trails and spoor put down by them caravans, but as long as it don't snow or blow too hard, I reckon we can hunt them down. Best be we go fast-like though, got about four different things urging us ta keep moving. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Thanks for the reminder!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby watches puzzeldly, glancing at Callos, as the guards search the cart.\n\nHe heaves a sigh of relief when Tiriel announces that they'ev disappeared.\n\n I'm staying out of this business of recovering the belligerent. Maybe I can finally make some purchases... \n\nAfter they settle on a place to stay, a process Achkby stays out of, he prepares to go shopping.\n\" I need to buy some things, \" he tells Yix and Lissa, \" You'd be welcome to come with me if you like. \"\n\nTo Aeroz, he says, \" I'm going into the town. I'll be back for supper, I hope. \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix looks up at Achkby's invitation \"I'll try to get you some good deals.\" With that Yix makes his way up to Achkby's shoulder (assuming he can fit there). " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn follows his companions to the inn. Once inside, he isolates himself in a corner and begins greedily counting his money and, to a lesser extent, examining the keys. Hmph. What use do I have for keys? I don't know what they go to, and whatever it is, I could probably open it easily without one. I suppose they would save time if I was in a hurry. He idly glances at the roof, speculating on what a guard's keys could be used for." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur is quick to chime in, offering, \" I'll help. Do you want me to drive the cart? I'm not known for my wilderness tracking skills, but an extra pair of eyes won't hurt. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods to Lumpy, glad that he's offered to help her look for their missing companions.\n\" You and Callos can follow in the wagon if you wish - I don't think any more of us should leave though. \n \" Well, let's be off. \"\nShe starts moving her horse quickly through the town towards the gate.\n \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel and Lumpy lead the way, while Callos and Evendur ride behind them in the cart. They are able to slip out without too much trouble, since the small number of Gerreck's guards seem more concerned with the traffic entering the city, rather than people trying to leave.\n\nYou assume that the druid and the drow slipped away without letting anyone else know for their own reasons. The druid had always been somewhat inscrutable, with his alien morals and convictions. The drow had become sullen and quiet, having difficulty adjusting to life on the surface. One might assume that being cocooned in a tent with a pungent lizardman for at least 10 hours every day, might have been quite a trial, even for a dark elf.\n\nIt takes less than half a day to return to the previous campsite. The ground has been churned up by countless wagon wheels and innumerably bootprints, making it difficult to judge where the missing pair might have gone. A small copse of trees just visible from the road might have been a tempting place for the druid to meditate perhaps ...\n\n\nBack in town, the remaining party members split up.\n\nFizahn counts his loot - 2 gp, 12 sp, and 19 cp. Cursing his meager \"earnings\", he turns his attention to the keys. All three keys appear to be identical. They presumably allow access to the barracks or perhaps even a dungeon? All three are well worn, as though they have seen frequent use.\n\nAchkby and Yix head out looking for some gear. They scout out the town, noticing that the heavy stone architecture looks archaic, but still highly functional. Clearly Tammar was originally designed to be a fortress of some kind. Tammar's current inhabitants, however, appear to be mostly decidedly unmilitant civilians, perhaps too poor or lazy to move to the coast, instead remaining inside the heavy fortifications, living off of the trade caravans running east. Only Gerreck and his handful of \"lieutenants\" show any martial leaning of any kind.\n\nAchkby and Yix soon find an armorer with a surprisingly broad selection of gear. Seeing the halfling's interest in his wares, the smith leads Ackby and Yix into a back corner, where he has sets of small armor in various styles and materials, already sized to fit a halfling or gnome.\n\nElthan slips out on his own, exploring the city by himself. Gradually gravitating toward a seedier section of town, he is eventually guided to a small marble temple. He looks around to see if he is being followed, then ducks into the narrow entrance." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNow this was something he could be at ease with, more like the old days. Tracking through bitter freezing cold with a manageably sized group (even if one of them was far too bright for his own good). He'd done this for years, nearly a world away, but it felt more or less the same.\n\nHe wheels around the old campsite a few times, his face wrought in a knowing scowl,\n\n\" Didn't figure we'd find much after the rest'a the caravaners got through the place. WE'll just have ta widen out and see if we can pick up a sign from there. If the lizard's sitting out there frozen ta death in some nature-communion thing. . . \" He mutters something inscrutable, \" Well, mebbe we can get some new boots then, or something. \"\n\nHe shrugs, waving a hand towards the treeline, \" Reckon he might'a gone that way, if anything. He was always a sucker fer woodland. \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n \nYix begins pacing up and down looking at the armor curiously. Trying to give the impression that he is only a mere pet." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had already guess that finding a trial in the churned up ground would prove futile. She stands up in her stirrups before agreeing with Lumpy,\n\" That seems the most likely place to me too. Let's not waste any more time. \"\nShe turns her horse's head and nudges it into a trot towards the strand of trees." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThis really wasn't how he had intended for this whole mess to turn out. Callos kept on sending glances over at Evendur as the two of them rode in the wagon together. Another one and now the two of them where in close proximity. Best to just ignore him and thats what Callos did.\n\nSo coming upon the copse of trees and the old campsite ws expected. And seeing as how it was all but unanimous to go and enter into the woods and looked for him he remained silent. Except for another yawn and some grumbling." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby looks over the armorer's wares, his eyes falling onto a small set of mithral chainmail glistening wetly in a small maple chest. \"An excellent choice, sir,\" says the armorer unctiously.\n\nYix wanders around, flitting from mannikin to tabletop to cabinet. His beady eyes note a small backroom behind a curtain ...\n\n\nMeanwhile, Lumpy, Tiriel, Callos and Evendur approach the small clump of forest cautiously. This appears to be an island of trees left over from some ancient time when the Forest of Lethyr probably covered this entire part of the continent.\n\nThere is enough space between the trees for the wagon to pass between with care. The bare branches allow in gray light from the winter sun, casting crazed shadows on the hard, icy ground.\n\nThere is no sign of either the lizardman or the drow. If they were here once, they must certainly have moved on, or perhaps taken shelter somewhere. Just when the four of you are ready to abandon the search, a branch cracks noisily off to your left ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix speaks to the blacksmith telling him what a fine lad Achkby is, and how he should cut him a deal, as if he were the man's inner conscience (hopefully spelled it right since I have no idea). If this doesn't phase the man, Yix will stealthily steal behidn the curtain.\n\n((Move Silently: +11\nHide: +23))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nDraws her sword and turns, trying to sight what made the noise.\n\n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n\n[ooc:...in board dice roller hates me.]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy dismounts immediately at the sound, not wanting to be caught on horseback should something unpleasant show itself. There was an off-chance that it was their missing reptile, which might save them a lot of trouble.\n\nHe unloops his flail, stretching the links to keep undue noise to a minimum.\n\nHe didn't trust his luck THAT much. Carefully, he begins edging his way towards the noise. Best to get things over with." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur mutters another comand word, and his shining armor moulds back into the traveling clothes he was wearing. His hand goes tohis sword, but he doesn't draw it yet, pearing into the undergrowth and cursing the fact that he left his shield in the cart.\n\n[Gah, can't find my character sheet. I remember that I put it somewhere else, but can't work out which site yet. Spot wil be untrained, though, and I'm fairly sure he has a wisdom of 12, so 1d20+1, if you would please, Dr. Bob]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen the twig snapped he looked up in its direction and cursed softly. That had better be the lizardman or they might have just walked right into a trap. But what was the best way to draw out the druid if it was him so he didn't accidentally attack the four of them? Well there was certainly one way...Standing up grandiosely he flipped his shadowstuff cape over his shoulder and pointed towards the source of the noise.\n\n\" Who ever lays in hiding over there reveal yourself! If not I'll burn your hiding spot to cinders with black unnatural magick like you've never seen! \"\n\n((OOC: I figure is it is Sss that will draw him out pretty quick.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy facepalms, smacking a gauntleted hand against his bony forehead with a metallic thwak\n\n\" Great, lets piss him off first. Absolutely brilliant. If that's the druid, I'm not stepping between the two'a ya. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel grimaces, \" Real smooth Callos. Tell you what, next time you do that, you stand in front. \n Well, I guess there's no reason to be careful anymore. \" She says to Lumpy with a shrug." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Trinark, Drow Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nA familiar drow in armor bearing Eilistraeeite symbols steps out into the open.\n\n\"Please do not. I've had my fill of dark.. unnatural... magic for my lifetime\"\nhe directs to Callos.\n\nThe drow carries his shield by his side and his sword is sheathed and hangs by his side. He smiles wanly at the others.\n\n\"Well met.\"\n\"I was returning to look for you. Our mutual reptilian friend sustained some injuries. He's lying next to a warm fire in a cave back there\"\n\nAs the others step closer, they notice some bruises on his face and the dents on his armor.\n\n\"I have healed what I can but he needs warmth and rest and I cannot move him by myself.\", he states with a worried expression\n\nHe stands and listens to you update him of the developments in town before smiling.\n\n\"That IS a problem. Well follow me back then. We'll need to think of something\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe couldn't help it. He really couldn't. Callos knew better then to antagonize those he travelled with, it had been drilled into his head just from being around Djital long enough and watching how he had commanded the mercenaries. But he couldn't help it. Twisting his head to look at Lumpy nd Tiriel the older human gave a very...self-important smirk as he gave a short wave to Trinark.\n\n\" You and me both Trinark. So where is scaley? Will the wagon be able to get to him or are some of us going to have to carry him? \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendurrelaxes his stance at the apearence of the Drow. Another of the people Karzak had traveled with.\n\n\" Hurt? I can possibly help. My trust in my lady gives me some power over the hurts of others. Lead me to him and I shall do what I can. \" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark keeps himself hooded from the daylight, squinting uncomfortably from beneath his shadowy cowl.\n\nThe drow leads you to a small cave, nestled between two large rock outcroppings. Inside the cave is surprisingly dry and warm. Primitive charcoal and ochre paintings line the walls. Inside you find the lizardman tending to his wounds. His more serious wounds seems to be knitting together before your eyes, though it may be another day or two before they are fully healed. He notes your arrival without surprise. He seems quiet and withdrawn, even for him.\n\nYou hear a shouting voice outside, \"Hullo! Hullo! Where are ye Scaley?\"\n\nAlarmed just for a moment, you quickly recognize the voice as Thokk's. Apparently the dwarf decided to follow after your group and, as is his way, has chosen not to make any attempt to disguise his approach, blundering noisily through the woods on his warhorse. Lumpy sighs and slips outside to meet Thokk, more to simply silence him than because his presence is needed.\n\nNow that the six of you are reunited, you have to decide whether to try to make it back to Tammar or to spend the night in the cave. The days are short this close to the winter solstice. Lumpy isn't sure you'll be able to make it back to the city by nightfall.\n\n\nMeanwhile, Achkby negotiates for the mithral chain armor. The armorer shakes his head for a moment, as though he had just thought of something, then wipes his hands on his leather apron and goes back to haggling. Yix finds himself unable to communicate with the burly man. It is almost as if his mind is shielded somehow ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe scarred orc seems torn over their myriad options,\n\n\" It's right risky making a break fer Tammar now. Nights're getting even colder and it's getting clearer that the lizard ain't holding up on that real well. We need a fire, and we can't light one anywhere near the city without raising undue concern, I reckon. \"\n\nHe considers this for a moment,\n\n\" More ta the point, I ain't sure we need ta risk going THROUGH it in the first place. Might be the best way ta deal with getting the druid and the drow throught the crossroads is ta just take them the long way around. Have a few folk go back through the city ta round up the others and stock up on supplies while we get all the way past the city through the woods and wait on the far side. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix takes note of this odd possibility, and continues his persuit in more devious matters, such as sneaking back behind the curtain he has found." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Ach, Scaley are ye OK? I remember yer headin out but never commin back. Ye gave us a fright, lad. Here, brought somethin to warm yer up.\" \n\nThokk pulls out of his saddle bag a heavy woolen winter blanket and drapes it around Ss" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Where has Yix got to? Nice of him to come along, but I'm really not in the mood to chase him down if he's gotten lost. Is he like that idiot Druid? I mean, in more than just getting himself lost, does he slow down in the cold? He hasn't so far, but Bess was keeping him warm... hmm, I'd better wrap up here and see where he's gotten to. I wonder if the shopkeep will be mad if the kid knocks something down... \n\n\" But I'mm telling you, \" he bargains by rote as he thinks, \" That's unreasonable; I understand that conditions are different here than where's there's real competition for a store like this, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to pay three-hundred more than I would anywhere else. \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur tentatively crouches down by the passive Lizardman.\n\n\" I know you don't think much of me, but I am sorry for Karzaks death, no matter what you might think. I can help heal you, if you would allow me... \"\n\nEvendur arches an eyebrow at the Lizardman, waiting patintly for some kind of reply.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel sighs when she sees that both Trinark and the lizardman have sustained injury during their absence. She joins Evendur and noticing the wary look the lizardman is giving him, she nods.\n\" He's not Karzak - but he is a good person. Trust takes time, but you should let him do you this favor. \"\n\nTiriel then leaves the two of them to work out what ever differences they may have, hoping that the lizardman will at least accept some healing as a kind of \"truce.\"\nShe to the cave entrance, noting that the sun has started setting. \"I agree with Lumpy - we'd be better off spending the night here and getting an early start tomorrow. I'll go see if I can find some wood for a fire, anyone else coming? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As the light fades, you pull the wagon between the rock outcroppings, keeping the horse fenced in. Callos places a feedbag over the horse's muzzle.\n\nThe lizardman bundles himself in furs, keeping warm by the fire. Thokk joins him, ostentatiously wraps himself in his new hydra-skin cape.\n\nWith nightfall approaching, Trinark agrees to join Tiriel in a search for additional firewood. The forest provides an ample supply of branches, and they return with arms filled shortly.\n\nLumpy climbs one of the rock outcroppings, huddling in a narrow cleft that provides an excellent vantage point of the surrounding forest.\n\n\n\nYix slips into the storeroom behind the curtain. He pokes around the old suits of armor, miscellaneous tools, and ingots of iron, looking for anything interesting. Under a tarp, he finds an unusual crate. Something about the crate seems strangely familiar.\n\nMeanwhile, Achkby continues to haggle with the smith. Eventually, he is able to talk the armorer into selling him the suit of mithral chain for 900 gp. The armorer slips the glistening mail onto Achkby. Noting a loose fitting, he heads back towards his back room for a tool to adjust the armor ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy settles into his crack, wedging himself into a vaguely comfortable position. He had a fine view of the cave's approach, and a height advantage, things one could hardly ask for better from a defensive position. It was perfect.\n\nHe liked standing watch. Nights were clear, a time he could claim all for himself. While the cold and darkness drove humans and other dayfolk to their bedrolls, they opened up a world that he could enjoy at his own pace. The lack of light lent him a clarity of vision he had difficulty enjoying during the day. It was peaceful, and not even a creature of war such as he could deny the comfortable solace it provided." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer seems to be pretty adamant about sitting away from everyone else currently there, to focus on writing the paper he had started. However it wasn't too soon before he lost interest in being by himself and huddled around the fire with Thokk and the lizardman...though he is careful to sit on the other side of the fire. Too many bad expierences with the lizard as it was to feel safe being so close to him...or her....Callos assumed the lizard was a him. Always had. It was so hard to keep his eyes open though. Espicially with his eyes on the hypnotic dance of the fire in front of him starting to make his head loll.\n\nShaking it off briskly, he brandishes the sheet of parchment then eyes Thokk with an appraising eye.\n\n\" Hey Thokk....how would you feel about helping the magical community understand a...very un-researched energy? \" He asked curiously even though he cringed inwardly as he said it. It didn't even sound safe to him and he knew it was perfectly harmless in the end!" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n Yix tires to open the crate, if he is successful he begins to root around in it trying to find all the interesting and shiny stuff." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur smiles thankfully at Tiriel. There was someone who he felt he could trust at least, something apparently wanting within the group. He eventualy sighs at the Lizardman's silence and persistant blanking. He is tempted to just heal him without a reply but his sence of honour stops him. It owuld not be right. Instead Evendur props himself up by the fire, seting an internal alarm. A few hours into the night he awakes and gets up. He aproaches Lumpy's perch, acknowledging him with a smile and a nod.\n\n\" I'll take the next watch if you want,\" he says, pearing out into the night. \"Good idea to get some sleep. \"\n\n\n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs the merchant heads off, Achkby begins perusing the shelves, admiring what he can. He doesn't know much about weapons or armor, but he can pick out good craftsmanship when he sees it, and some of the swords, especially, are very fine. He thinks about the shape his old spear is in, and is looking for the polearms when he remembers Yix.\n\n Damn. Where's he gone off to? \n\nAchkby changes course, and drifts toward where he last saw the little pseudodragon gamboling." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs at Evendur's offer, his expression a mask of indifference. Regardless, he relinquishes his position.\n\n\" If it suits ya. \"\n\nWithout further commentary, he climbs down to join the others by the fire. He dawdles in actually retiring, content to prod at the fire with a stick and enjoy it's warmth for a bit. He didn't like sleep either, come to think of it. Just one more thing to eat away at his time in the world. He'd liive his short years awake, thank you.\n\nRegardless, he settles in after a while, shedding his restrictive platemail and hunkering down into his bedroll." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Before everyone heads to sleep\n\n \"Ach Scaley, ye gave us a fright. Ya gotta stay with the rest o' us. Yer arnt exactly suited to tha cold. C'mon, ye stay with the clan! Eh, as long as we found yer again and didnt get in trouble with the guards, I assume tis all good. Half Breed, I'll take watch whenever needed. Till then, Im goin to sleep\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix finds the crate carefully wrapped in canvas and thick rope. The entire package seems to be radiating faint warmth. Yix recognizes the package as similar to the ones being transported by the drow through the Underdark - the ones containing the dragon eggs.\n\nYix hears the footsteps of the armorer. Hiding under a tarp, Yix waits for an opportune moment, then slips back out into the main part of the shop, rejoining Achkby.\n\n\n\nEvendur relieves Lumpy at midnight. The enigmatic paladin settles into the same nook, surveying the forest by the faint moonlight. The fire has died down, but still provides a gentle heat for Lumpy, Tiriel, Thokk, Callos and the lizardman, who sleep nestled together for warmth.\n\nAt first, Evendur thinks he is just seeing the wind in the trees, but he suddenly narrows his eyes as he spots two shadowy forms moving slowly along the forest floor." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizard had been startled by the sudden company of his party members.\nHis chest ached terribly and it hurt to breath he was also extremely fatigued but he figured lying next to a hot fire and trapping heat would suffice for now.\n\nHe had glared suspiciously and shaken his head at the human Evendur although inwardly he appreciated the gesture. It was one thing to trust in the magic of a packmate like Elthan but another to trust on the unknown magic of this human that Flamesword had brought along.\n\nHis wheezing caught the attention of Trinark who after examining him concluded that the cold had seeped into his chest. He frowned, the heal spells that he knew would not be of any help. It wasn't an injury that the lizardman possesed but an ailment that needed treatment.\n\nTrinark worried that a detour to the human settlement to find a healer might become necessary and he confides this to Tiriel." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur tries to keep track of the shadowy shapes, trying to work out who or what they are. If they aproach the mouth of the cave he will call out a warning to those inside. If he looses track of them he will slip down from his purch and stand guard at the cave entrance." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Peering down into the forest, Evendur strains his all-too-human eyes in the darkness trying to identify the shadowy forms. The waning moon breaks out from behind a cloud, and the slight added illumination allows him to make out two large quadrupeds slinking along the forest floor. The beasts are at least 8 feet long, and appear to have some kind of bristly manes made up of long quills covering the backs of their necks. Each beast is being ridden by a dark humanoid figure that seems unaffected by the long quills. It might be a trick of the moonlight, but the riders seem to glisten.\n\nThe two beasts with riders move quietly through the trees, seeming to be following a straight line. Evendur follows that line with his eyes and sees that they are not heading for the cave. Rather, they appear to be sneaking up behind another rider (that he had not seen initially).\n\nThis unsuspecting rider appears to be a human or elf, wrapped in furs against the midnight chill. He or she is riding a light horse through the woods alone, and does not appear to be aware of the other approaching riders.\n\nEvendur tosses a pebble down to the entrance of the cave, which is enough to wake Lumpy. Evendur silently points toward the riders, and Lumpy quickly rouses the others, holding a finger to his lips to keep them silent.\n\nThe riders will pass within 90 feet of the cave, but unless they look back, there is a good chance that they may miss the cave entrance altogether, so intent are they on their unsuspecting prey ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe clatter of the pebble was just enough to penetrate sleep's veil, Lumpy being used to sleeping light and waking on a moment's notice. At first, the dour half-orc assumes that Evendur was simply being clumsy, but that was a risk he decides isn't worth taking. Shifting into wakefulness, he goes stirs the others into wakefulness, muffling any noises they might make (by gesture or handgag, whichever proves necessary).\n\nThey'd caught him unarmored again. One of these days, he'd buy something lighter to sleep in. Until then, he'd have to keep things at range for as long as he could. He stuffs his flail into his belt, props his guisarme near the cave entrancem and strings his bow. He kneels next to the entrance himself, shading the glint of his eyes with one hand while he keeps watch on the ongoing pursuit.\n\nHe focuses in particular on the horseman (elf? woman?). It wasn't his business to intervene, but part of him wanted to. He was sure some of the others would want to. It wasn't prudent, certainly, but neither were any of them. Until someone else did something stupid, he seems content to watch with a morbid sort of interest." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n \nAs Yix scurries out of the back, he ends up almost crashing into Achkby. \"Be careful of that one, there's something strange about him.\" Is all Yix can manage to get out as his mind is racing with possibilities. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter waking up and being informed of the the situation, Tiriel silently takes her long bow from her bag and strings it.\n\nShe moves to the front of the cave with her strung bow and a quiver of arrows, gestering to Evendur to point out where he last saw the 2 riders.\n\nTiriel tries to get a better look at the riders before returning to the back of the cave,\n\" We better decide now if we're going to help. Some of us aren't in any condition to enter a fight.... Could you and the druid help with ranged spells though ?\" Tiriel asks Trinark." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "From the cave opening, the figures are just shadows moving through the forest. The two larger sets of shadows slowly converge on the smaller set. Branches crackle, and the humanoid sitting on the horse turns round towards the sounds, drawing a rapier that catches the moonlight. Something about the figure looks familiar. \"Isn't that Aeroz?\" asks Trinark ...\n\n\n Earlier that day ... \n\nAchkby returns to the inn with his new set of armor. Yix accompanies him, filling him in on what he discovered in the storeroom. Achkby is intrigued by the discovery, though he had not originally been captured by the drow in the Underdark the way Evendur, Yix, Trinark, the druid, and the three women had been.\n\nArriving back at the inn, they find that Lumpy, Tiriel, Callos, and Evendur had headed back west looking for Trinark and the druid. Shortly afterward, Thokk had headed out on his own to try to catch up with them. As darkness falls, no one had returned, leaving those of you at the inn uneasy.\n\nAeroz snaps out of his silent brooding and announces that he is going to head out to find the others. \"If I'm not back by dawn, the rest of you should head out without us. The Iron Lord must be warned about Sethra.\"\n\nSi'rene doesn't like it, but she agrees to lead the rest of the party onward to Rashemen without the missing party members if they don't hear from anyone by dawn. \"But no one else is heading out. Splitting up any further is a bad idea. Agreed?\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nChoking on a wheeze brings the reptilian back to wakefulness. His laboured breathing doesn't distract him from the fact that everyone seemed to have their weapons drawn and were observing something outside the cave alertedly.\n\nRe-energised from the rest, only muscle aches persisted from the earlie generalised fatigue. The chest tightness and wheezing made getting up onto his feet a trial.\n\n\nLeaning against a wall he staggers to the nearest partymate to discover the threat and how he could aid them." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Thokk wakes up after a delightful sleep, and after being handgaged by Lumpy he discovers what is going on. Gathering his sword and bow, the dwarf eases his way up to the entrance of the cave, trying not to make too much noise in his armor. He had grown used to wearing it to sleep, and the hard steel no longer prevented rest.\n\n \"Gah, It is Aeroz! I say we go down and give them buggers a surprise for tryin to mess with the clan. Lumpy, ye ready to bash some skulls in? I suggest some of ye chuck arrows at them for a while untill the rest o us get close enough to rend them in two up close n personal.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel and Trinark fill in the wounded Druid, explaining that it seems that Aeroz has come looking for them and is now in trouble. \" The two of you should stay here, help only when you need to .\" When the druid offers to cast bark skin on Tiriel again, she accepts gratefully.\nNodding to Thokk, Tiriel says, \" Ok, I can distract them while you and Lumpy get ready. When you're close enough to engage, I'll make some light - no sense in giving them an advantage. \"\nTiriel then exits the cave and quickly climbs one of the larger rock formations near the cave. Gritting her teeth she takes aim at the closest of the two figures approaching Aeroz.\n\n Ranged Attack: (1d20+6=11) \n damage: (1d8+5=13) \n\nooc: of all the times to roll the highest number -grrr- the first roll would have been more helpful." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Trinark, Cleric of Eilistraee \n\nThe drow nods to this. He casts what few blessings spells he has left before they move out.\n\nAlthough he frowns once he is done.\n\n \"Why ARE they chasing Aeroz? Do we have any other enemies?\"\n\n\"Perhaps taking them alive may be a ..smarter move. We have the numbers\" , he tells Tiriel.\n\n\" I can .. \" he's interrupted by a bout of coughing that the lizardman muffles quickly. He moves to help Ssathiya but is waved away.\n\n\" I'm.. fine.. help Sharp-ears \", the druid gasps out.\nTrinark nods and moves to the cave mouth, his keen eyesight surveying the scene." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the inn ... \n\nAchkby doesn't know much about dragon eggs, but Si'rene and Katrin describe their encounter with the drow/grimlocks and their valuable packages.\n\n\"The drow were headed east in a hurry, as I recall,\" says Katrin. I wonder what the connection is between them and your armorer.\n\nSi'rene eyes Achkby's new armor appraisingly. \"That is extremely fine workmanship. Almost elven in quality. It surprises me that you were able to find such a suit of armor this forsaken, decrepit town. I suspect that there is more to this story than meets the eye ...\"\n\nWith half of the party missing, there is little to do but speculate about the package in the back room ... Lissa wanders downstairs after spending most of the day holed up in her room.\n\n\n At the cave ... \n\nAfter casting his spell on Tiriel, the lizardman sinks back down on his haunches, fatigued. Trinark raises his eyes to the moon and murmurs in his native tongue, blessing Tiriel, Thokk, and Lumpy, who crouch next to him before moving toward the cave entrance.\n\nTiriel slips ahead, around one of the rock formations. She appears at the top of the rock in surprisingly little time. Lumpy mutters to himself, \"Now how exactly did she get up there without making any noise?\"\n\nEvendur, nestled atop a different rock formation points towards the shadow figures, but Tiriel appears to see them at least as clearly, if not more so, than the paladin. She nocks an arrow and sends it hissing towards one of the dark riders closing in on Aeroz.\n\nThe arrow misses, thudding into a tree trunk at roughly head height. The two riders wheel their mounts about. One of the spiny-maned beasts cries out, an eerie howl splitting the night and causing Aeroz's horse to rear up on its hind legs in fear. The elf struggles to stay in his saddle while keeping a grip on his rapier.\n\nThokk and Lumpy launch forward in a charge.\n\n\n\nOOC: Surprise round. The mysterious riders are 90 feet away. Tiriel misses. Thokk and Lumpy double move. Please submit initiative and actions for round 1. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Apologies for not being around, it's mostly just because friends are getting back from college, but it being December, capitalism calls, as well. Oh, and a college deadline.\n\n Achkby, on the way back to the Inn \n\nInterested was an understatement.\n\n\" A dragon 's egg? What? Yix, are you serious?! \"\nAchkby pumps the pseudo dragon for every bit of information he can imagine, beginning with the type of dragon and moving on to how old the egg is and how it got there.\n\nAt this point he's breathless and practically running back to the Inn, having completely forgotten to admire his new mithral shirt.\n\n Achkby, at the Inn \n\n\" What... do you think this is... is... contraband ? \" Achkby asks worriedly.\n\n\" Wait, what do you think they're going to the dragon? What'll happen to him? Drow? We should we do? \"\n\nHe looks at the older women, clearly without any idea of what to do, but for once he's eager to do something ." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix looks up at Achkby \"I've always wanted a pet of my own!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "Initiative: 1d20+3=19\n\n Aeroz \n\nThe horse now panicing, Aeroz makes a judgement call and decides to get off the animal. Trying quickly to get off the horse(1) and stands at ready, waiting for the unseen animals/bad guys to give some evidence as to their position.\n\n[hr]\n Crunchy Stuff \n(1)Quick Dismount (DC 20): 1d20+6=20\nReadying an action to attack a rider if it comes within striking distance.\nAttack: 1d20+11-3(Expertise): 12 😡\nAC 22" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy pauses in stride, straightening out and stringing an arrow to his bow in one motion. Canting the bow at an angle, he lines up and snaps off a quick shot at the nearest \"mount.\"\n\nWithout waiting to see the results of his shot, the burly orc lets the longbow slip from his grasp into the snow beside him, legs already pumping up into a run. Closing with the same foe he'd aimed for, he looses and readies his polearm at a run.\n\n\" Here elf! \"\n\n((\n Initiative (1d20=18) \n\nLumpy attacks with his bow, drops it, then single-moves closer while drawing his guisarme. If the riders act first and move closer to him, he'll forgo the bow and skip straight to melee))\n\n Longbow Attack and Damage (1d20+7=19, 1d8+3=4) +1attk if Trinark cast bless\n))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel curses as her arrow flies off the mark, glad only that it seems to have given Aeroz time to prepare for the attack. Tiriel locates a large pebble, about 5\"-6\" in circumference, with her free hand. Gripping it tightly, she makes a quick decision.\n \nTiriel uses her spell-like ability to cast daylight on the pebble .\n\n Initiative: (1d20+3=12) " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Being awakened suddenly in the middle of the night is never a pleasent expierence, espicially when one has not been getting much sleep. But there was business to be done and he was on the ones who had to do it. Of course it was hard to see, he was human and it was night time afterall, but he had dweomers that didn't require as good of sight to affect his foes. As always, out came the spellbook that he studied from religously every night, flipping open to the correct page automatically. Simple enough really. Djital and himself had always pondered why people had cavalry. It gave an other wise strong warrior a large weakpoint. The mount. When the syllables and gestures where finished Callos chose carefully, the mounts of the two unknown beings, before letting pure unadultared fear flow into their minds, though he feared if they had a strong will it might go as well.\n\n( 1d20+1=8 \n\nHm. Don't think I'm going first. In any case, Casting Scare on the mounts)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " By the cave ... \n\nAeroz leaps off of his horse with typical elven grace, tumbling to his feet, rapier held ready.\n\nHe hears a familiar gravelly voice call out, \"Here elf!\" and turning toward the voice, he spots Lumpy and Tiriel running towards his position.\n\nTiriel leans down and scoops something off the ground. Suddenly, pure white light bursts from her hand, illuminating the area, casting the dark tree trunks and naked branches into sharp relief, and clearly revealing the riders and their mounts.\n\nThe two beasts wheel about, howling in confusion while their riders attempt to regain control. The creatures look like some kind of skinny, elongated lions with long spikes protruding from their shoulders. Their skeletal heads and alien appearance make it clear that they are not from this plane of existence originally. The riders are obviously demons. Their red eyes glow with hatred as they rein in their howlers as best they can. Each of the man-sided demons has a glistening ebony exoskeleton.\n\nLumpy fires an arrow into the neck of one of the howling beasts, then drops his bow and unfurls his flail without missing a step. He slows as he approaches the riders, shifting into a tactical crouch, flail at the ready.\n\nCallos steps forward, crying out in an arcane tongue. Tiriel and Lumpy feel a psychological shiver across their necks as his spell sweeps past them, but his actual targets, the howling mounts, seem unaffected.\n\n\n At the inn ... \n\nKatrin shrugs. \"Who knows what the drow want with those eggs?\"\n\n\"Maybe they want to raise them as pets?\" suggests Si'rene sarcastically.\n\nAchkby and the women discuss the feasility of \"liberating\" the package from the armorer's storeroom, but it is not clear what you would do with a dragon egg even if you could obtain one." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur has lept from his purch down (through various stages, if nessesary, to avoid damage to himself) and is himself charging towards the strange mounts and demonic riders. He draws his sword as the first of the arrows flies past, shouting out his words of command, evoking his godess as a battlecry.\n\n\" By the light of Suuuuuuuuuuneeeeeeeeeeee!!! \"\n\nGrasping the sword with both hands his armor bursts forth with comparatively bright light, flooding the area with the light of gods which glints off his gold encrusted sword. he nbarrows his eyes as he focuses all his strength and belief behind into his strike on the nearest mount in the hopes of unseating the rider.\n\n Sob I can't get hold of my character sheet. Don't know what I've done with it. Gona have to redo him again . sigh ah well. I'm fairly sure I remember how he goes. No wories, found him on a diferent site. Now for crunchy time. Without shield and charging, Evendur's AC is mearly 16, but...\n\nPower Atack Smiting roll: 1d20+10+2-5+4= 1d20+11=27 \nDamage roll: 1d8+4+5+7= 1d8+16=20 \nIntimidate roll: 1d20+4=22 \n\nHmm, not bad, considering." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Upon Seeing the Visage of the Demons, Thokk instantly lets loose a an unintellegable scream of rage and launches himself foward towards the demons. He drops his tower shield behind him and wields his sword two handed, all to cause more damage\n\n Charge towards the Riders, and attack if possible. Drop Shield, wield sword two-handed. Power attack, taking -2 on to hit rolls and +2 on damage rolls\n\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+11=21) \n Thokk to Hit (second blow) (1d20+6=21) \n Thokk Damage (both) (1d10+10=12, 1d10+10=17) " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin\n Katrin smiles in amusement at Si'rene's remark.\n Dragon eggs...! I can't believe I never saw the connection before. It all fits... the colors fit. One egg for each type of dragon... red, white, green, blue, black. What do the drow want with dragon eggs? \nKatrin sits back and conteplates this question." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe stops before entering the battle, realizing that her archery skills arn't good enough for her bow to be of any further use. She drops both it and the enchanted rock (daylight), and draws her sword before casting a spell upon herself.\n\n cast: protection agaist evil " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThey'd had a talk about charging. He SWORE they'd had a talk about charging.\n\nLumpy resists the urge to bury his face in one palm. They were in it now. Again. Wordlessly, the dour orc charges after the dwarf, his sourpussed silence looking entirely out of place on someone who is readying their weapon for an all-or-nothing strike.\n\n((OOC\n\nAh, what the hell.\n\nCharging, with full power attack. Aiming for the mount he shot earlier, or the other if Evendur manages to hit that one.\n\n Charge Attack PA -6/+12 (1d20+9=18, 1d10+19=24) \n))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n \n\nYix walks up to Achkby pulling on his shirt to get his attention \"Wouldn't it be worse if the Drow had them? The salesman was also very strange.\"\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the inn ... \n\nYix tells Achkby and the women about his trouble \"speaking\" to the armorer. Clearly there is more to the man than is obvious at first glance, and it is hard to explain the presence of the neat package in his back room.\n\n\"Are you sure there was a dragon egg in the package?\" asks Si'rene. \"Is there any chance the package merely resembled the ones we saw being transported by the drow?\"\n\n\"By the grimlocks, you mean,\" corrects Katrin.\n\n\n In the woods ... \n\nEvendur's armor glows with an unearthly golden light, complementing the pure white illumination radiating from Tiriel's hand. The demons shield their eyes as they wheel their howling mounts about. Already the eerie howls seem to pierce you to your core, and each of you feels the beginnings of a headache behind your eyes.\n\nThokk tosses his tower shield aside charges forward with Evendur at his side. Sighing, Lumpy arcs in from the side.\n\nEvendur reaches the riders first, lunging forward and thrusting the nearest mount behind its mandible. Thokk slashes upward then, twisting slightly, brings his blade down in a vicious two-handed blow, decapitating the beast in mid-howl. The beast tumbles awkwardly to the ground, its headless body skidding to a halt, throwing its rider off in the process.\n\nLumpy leaps over a low bush, swinging his flail in a mighty arc that crunches wetly into the second mount's skull. The monster's head snaps sideways, then recoils as the howler clamps his jaws down on Lumpy's shoulder. The howler spins about, raking Lumpy with its mane of long spines, one of which catches Lumpy in the thigh, breaking off in the process. Lumpy curses between his teeth, regretting that he is not wearing his armor.\n\nThe howler's rider wrenches the beast's head away from Lumpy and steers it towards Tiriel, who stands 30 ft away, beams of daylight spilling from her upraised fist.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy takes 12 points of damage from the howler's bite and 5 points from a quill, which remains lodged in his body. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Huh. They don't seem THAT tough. Maybe I should hold back and watch for where I'm needed instead of throwing myself into the fray...What the...No!\n\n Callos observed the battle as best he could from where he was at. Not to well until the night suddenly lite up and revealed the spiny mounts and the death of one and the charge of the other towards Tiriel. Callos was quick to circle around as much as possible, no point in hitting his fellow adventurers if he could avoid it, and brought his fingers up to his lips. Taking a deep breath he put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. Then, his hands flowed through the motions of a familiar spell, sparks dancing from his finger tips before an arc of white lightening exploded from his finger tips towards the howler.\n\n((OOC: DC 15 for half. Using his movement to circle to the right so he doesn't accidentally hit Lumpy Thokk or Evendur.\n\nEDIT: Oops. n.n; My bad. Forgot the damage\n 6d6=25 ))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"I do remember what the package looked like... I could probably sneak into the armorer's place and take a look if Yix would show me where it was... would you be willing to?\"\n Katrin gives the pseudodragon an inquiring look. \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel waits for the beast and rider to get within closing distance before attacking, or if they don't make it that far, she'll close with them.\n\n attack: (1d20+8=26) + 1 = 27\n damage: (1d8+5=13, 1d6=5 fire) \n\nTiriel targets the Howler unless Callos's spell kills it first.\n\n Status: \nAC: 22;\nSaves +2 (& +1 against fear) " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix taps his chin for a few moments before responding to Katrin in the affirmative. \"As long as you don't hold me back I wil gladly show you the package. I am sneaky as I am charming, so hopefully you can keep up.\" Yix says as he begins dropping all his superfluous belongings. \"Take care of these for me, won't you Achkby?\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur,s powefull strike allows him to follow through, leaping over the fallen beast after the thrown rider, reversing his sword to stike down two-handed, smiting the prone form with similar force, blade glowing with holy power.\n\nAttack Roll: 1d20+10-5+4= 1d20+9=16 \nDamage Roll: 1d8+4+5+7= 1d8+16=23 " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nNow that the newcomer, Thokk and Lumpy had given him some room to breathe, Aeroz heads into the skirmish, taking full advantage of any flanking position becoming available to him.\n[hr]\nRapier: 1d20+11(+13 if flank is attained)-2(Expertise)=20(22)\nDamage: 9+5(Fire)+11(Sneak Attack)=14 (25 if SA)\nAC 21 (22 vs mount)\n\n[OOC: Just as a reminder, I'm working on a crappy wireless connection at my grandparent's place in Florida. Posting may be erratic]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan wakes up shiver in his bed. Though its not very cold in the room, the chill affecting him is not physical. He knew he was powerless compared to everything, and was quite aware that he had little influence on the world around him, but to feel it; To actually be able to compare himself to the universe that existed around him, and understand that he was small. It was unnerving.\n\nHe wanted to feel the power again.\n\nTo do that, he would have to go through with the request; Not exactly a simple ordeal. He would have to not only fool him, but the rest of the party as well.\n\nStill, however long he had been out, he was hungry now. It would do well to get some food and check on the status of the party before making any plans. He weakly heads out of his room and down the staircase to the currently gathered party. He smiles a slight bit, almost cheerily, as he greets the four. \"Si'rene, Katrin, Achkby, Yix. I see the rest of the party isn't back yet. What's been going on, and were are you off to, Yix?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn pops up near everyone. He was apparently listening the whole time, but ignored most of the talk. \"If anyone's going to check out the eggs, I'm coming too.\" I doubt an anonymous tip to the guards would do any good. Whatever the drow are using dragons for, it's probably no good. We should probably stop them or get out of here as quickly as possible or both. \"If he truly is a drow spy, I'm all in favor of killing him. We could... ahhh... leave one of the keys I... liberated? from the guards to try to make it seem like it was the guards killing him. I'm not sure what we would do with the eggs though. I don't want to have to deal with another dragon. One was enough, thank you very much.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"Liberation is afoot good people!\" Yix calls out to all around, \"Come if you must, but don't slow us down!\" Yix trumpets out a few notes hoping to inspire his \"troops\" before hopping of the bar (or table not quite sure what he is standing on at this point), and scurrying out the door. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Wordlessly, Thokk continues his attack on the demon who's mount he had just releaved of a head.\n\n Thokk To hit, Power Attack (1d20+7, 1d20+2=[2, 7], [13, 2]) " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn grabs Yix as he heads toward the door. He sets him back on the table and looks at him gravely. \"Listen little buddy, kill the man and save the eggs is not really a plan. There are fine details we need to work out beforehand. What is to be done with the eggs? How are we going to kill him? I mean, we can't just walk into his shop and begin slashing at him with our weaponry. Wouldn't that be just a little suspicious and noisy. What do we do if other people come in? We need to formulate an actual plan before we go off on our hunt.\"\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the inn ... \n\nElthan is filled in on Yix's discovery.\n\nSi'rene nods as Fizahn counsels caution. \"Technically, we don't even know that the package contains a dragon egg. If you and Yix are going to check out the package, Katrin should absolutely go as well. She was the one closest to the packages as I recall, so she would be the most likely of all of us to be able to confirm Yix's suspicion.\"\n\n\n In the woods ... \n\nEvendur vaults over the fallen howler and, reversing his two-handed grip, plunges his sword point first down towards the fallen rider. The man-sized demon is quicker than the paladin, however, and it twists aside at the last minute avoiding the thrust. Evendur's sword sticks deeply into the frozen ground, and by the time he has wrested his weapon free, the demon is gone.\n\nLumpy growls, teeth gritted in pain. \"It ran deeper into the woods.\" Pointing, he hisses, \"Do NOT let it get away ...\"\n\nCallos skirts around to the side of the skirmish until he has a clear view of the second rider. Electricity crackles from his fingertips as bolts of lightning strike both the howler and its rider. The howler's screams crescendo in agony, then mercifully cease. The demon hops off of the smoldering howler, seemingly completely unaffected by Callos' spell.\n\nBefore this demon can attempt to flee, Tiriel cuts it off and slashes at it with her flaming sword. Her blade scores its dorsal armor, but as she does so, her sword is stained by the demon's slimy covering. The reddish ooze threatens to snuff out her weapon's magical flame ...\n\nOut of nowhere, Aeroz appears, thrusting his glistening rapier into the demon's back. The weapon bites deeply, and the demon cries out in abyssal.\n\nWhirling, the demon rakes Aeroz with his claws, causing the elf to fall back bleeding from his face and upper arm.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: First demon flees. Second howler is electrocuted to death. Second demon takes 3 damage from Tiriel's attack and 10 damage from Aeroz's sneak attack. Demon slashes Aeroz for 10 damage. Both Aeroz and Tiriel need to make DC 18 reflex saves or else their weapons take 1d8 damage from the demon's protective slime coating. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy does his best to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder and thigh, focusing on assessing the evolving situation. The woman and the elf seemed to be holding their own against the other demon, and the mage was sure to be worth something in that fight. That left the dwarf and the other man to chase the running demon.\n\nThey had to catch it. Who knew how many others might be wandering the woods, or what worse things they might find brought down upon themselves. No, this patrol had to disappear entirely for anything remotely positive to come of the encounter.\n\nWithout further thought, the dour orc sets out after the fleeing demon, limping and panting noticably, but striving to maintain the pace." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n Hmph. No one's complaining about the omph in my lightening bolt now I see. Lousy fighterish types, always complaining when it doesn't work but not a word of gratitude when it does. I guess the only thing to do then is to continue to \"wow\" them until I get a reaction.\n\n A grim smile was on his face as the necromancer began to chant once more. It was a newer spell that he had yet to test out but in theory it would be quite helpful to Aeroz and Tiriel against the thing they battled. It felt like something died inside of Callos at that moment as he felt the all consuming and hungry source of his next spell. A delayed thought berated him for choosing such a spell when nothing truly seemed to be on the line. When he most certainly didn't need to be distracted by that rush of adrenaline when he felt negative energy...\n\n \"I did it! I finally did it! Ha ha ha! I can't believe I finally got it to work!\" came the exalted cry from the young man. The magic was essentially harmless, a fact he had ensured, and so he felt no hesitation about using it heedlessly. All it did was weaken one, not even fatally like the other magics and dweomers he saw Jintan and the others use.\n\"Idiot boy. What have you accomplished?\" The dry and cold tone froze his blood and made the young man freeze. Him. Why him?\n\"The spell of enfeebling. The one you let me copy from your spellbook..I finally got it to work...\"\n\"So? The spell is useless. It leaves your victim intact and still able to harm you. If I had known you where using up valuable time and resources with such nonsense I never would have shown it to you.\" Before he could respond, before he could argue the statement the silver tipped wand was pulled from its place of storage, a concealed pocket in Jintan's sleeve. Soon screams echoed from the training room but they weren't from the targets...\n\nHe woke up at home, a kindness that he deeply appreciated from the servants. They knew he hated remaining in the tower when he didn't have to and being floored by pain counted as \"get the hell out\". But a diffirent kindness awaited him when he realized just who was there too. A smelly salve had been smeared on the scorch mark from the pain wand, soothing burning sensation enough that he could move readily enough. But it was the mane of thick silky hair barely visible above his overstuffed chair's top that warmed his heart up and encouraged him to move. The sound of her sweet humming filled the small bedroom, side by side with the scent of freshly baked muffins and pies, as he approached. His fireplace struck a warm light around the room and made it comforting instead of dusty. Arms went around the back of the chair to feel the warmth of his body and not for the first time he was glad to be back away from the stench of carrion. Back where he really belonged. She anchored him in reality, not the perverse nightmare he willing walked into daily.\n\n\"Callos, are you feeling better?\"\n\n\"Of course. I think I'm getting used to the pain.\"\n\n A shake of his head cleared the warm memory from his mind, brought him back to focus on the here and now. There was killing to be done, or so his mind said, and if he didn't pay attention then he might not be on the killing side but instead be the victim.\n\n\n\n((OOC:\nRanged Attack Roll for Ray of Exhaustion:\n 1d20+4=16 \n\nRoll for Spell Resistance if any:\n 1d20+6=15 ))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n crap\nthis could be a long fight. \nTiriel attacks the demon with a low arching blow.\n\n attack/dmg/: (1d20+9=29, 1d8+5=13) \ncrit! yay!\n attack for crit: (1d20+9=16) \n extra damage for crit: (1d8+5=6, 2d6=3) \nTotal damage = 19 + 3fire (which does nothing)\n\nReflex saves:\n Reflex save from last round: (1d20+7=15) = failure 😡 \n Reflex save, this round: (1d20+7=10) = failure 😡\n Sword hp total = is either 15 or 20 - is a longsword a one or two handed weapon by default? \n Status:\nHP: 35 (full)\n AC: 22\nSaves +2 (& +1 against fear) " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": "[OOC: Longsword is 1 handed by default]\n\n Aeroz \n\nAeroz continues to press on, stabbing twice at the demon-mount.\n[hr]\nReflex Saves:\n1: 1d20+11=24\n2: 1d20+11=21\n\nFull Attack:\n1d20+11=27 (16 if no flank) - 3d6+1d6+3=14+5 fire\n1d20+6=26 (Confirm 25 <23 if no flank>) - 12+4 fire\n\nAC:21 (22 vs mount\nHP:29" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin\n Katrin nods in agreement. \"I do remember well what the drow packages looked like... but I'm not too sure I want to know why one showed up here. It certainly doesn't mean anything good.\"\n Katrin scowls briefly and shakes her head. \"If we're going soon, then I'd like to go get my lockpicks.\"\n She goes and retrieves them from her room. \n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix looks at Fizahn after being stopped \"There shouldn't be need for killing, a true thief never needs to kill.\" Yix acknowledges that Fizahn is right, but he feels that it is urgent to get the eggs before they are moved. \"Need any help?\" Yix asks Katrin as she goes off to get her equipment. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn looks at the tiny dragon dumbfounded for a second. \"A true thief never needs to kill? You believe that? Are you doubting my credibility as a true thief? There are times when killing is neccessary. If this armorer is a spy for the drow, then it would be a good idea to kill him. If he finds the thing pilfered, then Achkby and you are probably going to stand out in his mind. Next, there's a legion of drow following us. That's not a good thing. If he is a drow agent, we want him dead with evidence incriminating someone else.\" Fizahn fishes his lockpicks out of his pack and deposits it in his room. He returns ready to go. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"I do not doubt your skills as a thief. However, as just a cute pet, I feel no need to kill.\" Yix klooks at his tail, before giving a look at Fizahn which seems to be a smile. \"Besides,deception is more fun.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In Tammar ... \n\nOnce night falls, Achkby, Fizahn, Yix, and Katrin slip out of the inn and retrace Achkby's steps back to the armor shop.\n\nSi'rene, Lissa, and Hajih remain behind to wait for the others to return. Elthan stares into the fire, lost in his own thoughts. \"Be back before dawn,\" Si'rene warns. \"And be careful ...\"\n\nThe uneven cobblestone streets of this fortress-town are icy and treacherous, but the cold weather seems to be keeping the townsfolk indoors. Achkby and Fizahn could almost be mistaken for children in their winter cloaks. Yix is essentially invisible due to his small size, and Katrin's shadowdancing gifts allow her to disappear almost at will in the darkness.\n\nThe shop is closed and locked, but lights still burn in the back room, visible as you peek in through the darkened storefront. Fizahn quickly reconnoiters the rear of the shop, finding no windows, but noting a small exit from the back room, locked securely.\n\nThe four of you retreat to a nearby alleyway to plan your next move.\n\n\n In the forest ... \n\nTiriel and Aeroz trap the demon between them, cutting off any escape. It whirls and slashes viciously, eyes burning with rage.\n\nTiriel's blade cuts deeply, but she can see her blade pitting and corroding before her eyes as the demon's secretions sizzle on contact with the steel.\n\nAeroz pokes and punctures whenever the demon's back is turned, each time adding a subtle flick of the wrist to shed as much ooze as possible from his blade. It might be Tiriel's imagination, but she thinks she hears the rapier laughing as it punctures the demon's exoskeleton.\n\nThe demon's claws slash at both Tiriel and Aeroz, but it is unable to land a telling blow against Tiriel's armor (and divine protection) or Aeroz's nimble, artful swordsmanship.\n\nCallos points a finger at the demon, striking it with a thin, almost imperceptible, black ray. The demon's eyes seem to dull, and it stumbles as the enervating spell takes effect.\n\nThokk and Evendur finish off the downed howlers. Trinark hisses in accented common from the cave opening, fumbling for the right words. \"Forget the ... the ... pointy things! Help Lumpy!\"\n\n\n Deeper in the forest ... \n\nLumpy chases after the demon, limping as excruciating pain lances through his thigh with every other step. The demon is quick, and certainly motivated after having its mount cut down from beneath him. It dodges over and around fallen trees, claws scrabbling over icy patches on the ground.\n\nAfter a minute or two, Lumpy realizes that no one is following him. Not for the first time, he reprimands himself for forgetting that he is no longer in the company of disciplined soldiers who could be relied upon to analyze the tactical situation and respond appropriately.\n\nHe also realizes that he doesn't hear footfalls ahead of him either anymore. He halts and crouches in place, suddenly aware of the vulnerable position he is in, alone in an unfamiliar location, his role suddenly reversed from hunter to potential prey." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\"U rgg... Go help Lumpy, We'll keep this one busy! \" Tiriel shouts at Evendur and Thokk as she drops her sword and tackles the demon.\n\n{provokes AoO}\n Grab: (1d20+8=11) + 1 = 12 \n Grapple check: 8+5 = 13 \n If she wins, Tiriel pin the demon for the rest of the round.\n\n[ooc:\nTiriel has Resistance to Energy: Acid (10) so that's not a problem at least. Now Aeroz can poke it some more ( no dex to AC bonus when grappled ) :D]\n\n Status:\nHP: 35 (full)\n AC: 22\nSaves +2 (& +1 against fear) " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In its weakened state, the demon is unable to prevent Tiriel from driving it down to the ground. In a flash, Tiriel straddles the demon and pins its wrists, rendering its claws harmless. The demon's acidic secretions seem to have no effect on her clothing or skin, but the corrosive ooze begins to darken her elven chain almost immediately as it begins to oxidize the metal ..." }, { "author": "Zeal", "message": " Hajih \n Hajih paces the Inn, absent mindedly taking drinking from his flask. \n \"Si'rene\" he asks, stopping momentarily \"Isn't there something we could do while we wait for the others to return?\" \n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Amateur move, bonehead. \n\nHunched down painfully on his haunches, Lumpy considers his position.\n\nHe didn't expect he could beat anything but the weakest of demons, and this one looked no pushover. He certainly didn't want to let it get away- he knew a scout when he saw one- but there wasn't much he could do alone. He should have expected it, with the dwarf so addled and battleblind and the human obviously so unused to fighting.\n\nStill crouched, he opts to tend to the distracting needle in his thigh, simply grabbing onto it and yanking it out, doing his best to ignore any fleshy clump clinging to it. He tosses the stupid thing, withdrawing one of his as-yet unused potions from his belt. He relishes the sweetness of the liquid within, a beacon in a hectic night, before rising to search for signs of the demon's passage. He probably couldn't keep pace, but it would be nice to have a general idea which way the demon intended to flee. They'd probably be on the run again soon, if the demon managed to warn whoever it was vanguarding.\n\n((OOC\n\n Quill Removal & CLW (1d6=1, 1d8+1=3) - Hooray, net gain! HP 40\n\n Survival - Track/Discern Direction (1d20+10=11) - Crap, two 1s and a 2. Looks like the dice are catching up with me.\n))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan takes a chair and reclines to his best ability in it, watching the flames rise and die. Half the party was out looking for the Lizard, the rogues left to deal with some eggs, and he was left with his increasing duties. Among everything, he still had to tell everyone what he saw. He was doing this all for the group in the first place, wasn't he?\n\n Still, I'd need to tell them how I came about it. Scrying is a simple white lie, and how else could I really describe it anyway? The group needs to know, but perhaps I could use a fine detail to my aid... \n\nHe grins to himself, satisfied at the plan forming in his head. He takes only a few more moments to contemplate the flames before gathering Hajih, Lissa and Si'rene and setting them to a table urgently. He speaks quickly as he apologize first to the three seated.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm a complete idiot for not saying anything sooner. I should probably begin with where I've been all day. I recieved a favor from the Temple of Mystra, and was able to perform some scrying . I saw Sethra speaking, and it would appear he's quite aware of our intentions to raise the army of the Iron Lord. This is good, however, because I was able to see that he is not prepared for this, because he believes we will not succeed, his demon mentioning that they required more time.\"\n\nHe lets the information sink in before realizing he stopped unfinished. He slows down a bit, and seems a bit less worried after revealing the information. \"To the point, what this means is that we have, in fact, a good chance of stopping him so long as we make it there within reasonable time. After that, or even now, we can focus on planning as to how we can destroy him.\"\n\nHe pauses again, almost hesitating over the importance of the next thought. He leans his head in ponderance, holding his hand to his chin, \"One last thing. Though I did not overhear it, given the focus of the discussion and the use of past tense when referring to us, I have been given the impression that he may have sent a vampire after us. A female type, tall and very decorative too. You'd almost envy her, Hajih. It would be wise to keep an eye out for her from now on.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aye, the half breed needs help!\" \n Thokk picks himself up and rushes after Lumpy, trying to catch up if possible. As he leaves, he turns to the demon and a rather sadistic grin spreads on his face\n\n \"We gonna cut you up pretty you filth \" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the inn ... \n\nSi'rene rises from her chair when Elthan reveals his vision. \"Valentine. Her name is Valentine. She will be a formidable opponent.\"\n\nShe turns to Hajih. \"We should prepare. If we are dealing with a true vampire, then we should gather appropriate weapons and gear.\"\n\n\n Deep in the woods ... \n\nLumpy kneels down to get his bearings, tossing aside the bloody howler quill. The forest is eerily silent.\n\nSuddenly he hears a thump and a crackle off to his right. He rises to a crouch and quietly raises his flail. He steps silently forward, eyes narrowed suspiciously.\n\nHe spots a rock lying on a patch of snow. The oldest trick in the book ... Before he can turn around, pain erupts across his back. Lumpy spins and stumbles awkwardly, reeling backward from the demon's thrashing claws.\n\n\n\nOOC: Demon surprises and sneak attacks Lumpy for 15 points of damage. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Sonuva. . . \n\nAs the claws lash across his unprotected back, Lumpy reacts with abandon. The burly orc whirls, throwing everything he had at the demon. He was going to hit it with everything. Every trick he had, every ounce of strength, the god forsaken works. His one chance was in making the demon reconsider the danger he posed, and he could show no hesitation or fear.\n\nAnd if that failed, well. He was going to run. Very quickly.\n\n((OOC: Power attacking for -4/+8\n\nAttack1: Trip Attempt\n Trip Touch Attack & Check (1d20+9=20, 1d20+8=18) \nPer usual, he'll drop his flail rather than be tripped in return.\nAttack1.5?: Follow-up\n Followup Attack (1d20+9=13, 1d10+15=22) \nAttack2:\n 2nd Attack (1d20+4=18, 1d10+15=17) \n Weapon Saves (1d20+3=14, 1d20+3=17, 1d20+3=22) \n\nLumpy really needs that trip to succeed 🫤 ))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Hearing the noise from Lumpy and the Demon, Thokk zeros in on their location and attempts to deliver a brutal charge into the Demons, hacking away madly\n\n Power Attack, -2/+4\n\n Thokk to hit Charging (1d20+11, 1d20+6=[3, 11], [9, 6]) \n\nPretty sure that doesnt hit, but damage anyway\n\n Thokk Damage (1d10+10=11, 1d10+10=20) " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin crouches in the shadows of the alleyway. \"Anyone have any ideas? Myself, I'm for going through that door, but we need to be slow and careful. I don't trust this smith--if that's what he really is, though I doubt it--not to have traps or other nasty surprises all over the place. Also, and this is probably more important, what are we going to do? Are we going to try to steal the package, or destroy it, or find evidence of why it's here? What do you all think?\"\n Finished with her speech, Katrin waits for the others to talk. \n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"I can go first if you wish, afterall I am just a simple pet. I propose we steal the package first and ask questions later.\" Yix looks around hoping his sentimnets are shared. \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Outside the armor shop ... \n\nWhen no one raises and instant objections, Yix zig-zags across the cobblestone street and presses himself up against the doorframe.\n\nYix leaps to the door handle and examines the lock, and finds that the door is bolted from the inside. After additional inspection, he leaps up into the eaves and disappears.\n\nAfter a few suspenseful moments, the door quietly swings open.\n\n\n In the forest ... \n\nThe weakened demon proves no match for Tiriel's (almost inhuman) strength. Pinned and unable to move, it can do little more than howl as Aeroz thrusts into its body again and again ... and again and again and again, until it finally expires, its exoskeleton collapsing in upon itself, leaving only a hollow crumbled shell behind.\n\nTiriel stands slowly and inspects her sword and armor, both of which have been damaged by the demon's acidic secretions.\n\n\n Deeper in the forest ... \n\nLumpy knocks the feet out from under the demon, following up with one, then two mighty blows. If the bludgeoning harms the demon, it doesn't show it.\n\nIgnoring the pounding it is receiving from Lumpy's flail, the demon scrambles to his feet, and flees.\n\nCrashing noises from the opposite direction signal Thokk's approach.\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy gets another AoO on the demon (AC 19). It's speed is 30 ft. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " AoO vs Fleeing Demon (1d20+9=26, 1d10+15=18) \n Lumpy \n\nLumpy almost stops his pursuit of the demon there, nearly content to settle for surviving the encounter. BUt war was all about taking risks for greater gains, and this demon simply needed to die towards that end. Hoping to keep it from regrouping or escaping, the big half-orc throws himself on his opponent's heels, striking from behind to entangle it's legs again.\n\n((OOC\n\nDoes the acid not effect the shadowstuff, or was the damage just left out unintentionally? If it was, and it seems obvious his weapon might not hold up, he'll refrain from pursuing further. Elsewise, he's charging after the demon and throwing in everything he's got again.\n\n Charging Trip Touch, PA -6/+12 (1d20+9=17, 1d20+8=25) \n Trip Followup, PA -6/+12 (1d20+9=27, 1d10+19=22) \n\nGOt him on the ropes now, I hope))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n As they near the building, Fizahn mumbles quietly to himself. \"Should have gone during the day; could have posed as buyers.\" Fizahn quietly watches the pseudodragon leave before speaking quietly to Katrin. \"I didn't want to mention this in front of either Achkby or Yix, but I think we should destroy the eggs. I'm fairly confident that they're more trouble than they're worth.\" He silently walks a few paces toward the door before turning back toward Katrin and whispering. \"We shuld probably get rid of the armorer too.\"\n\n OOC: Move Silently (1d20+12=15) \n3?😦" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran \n\nHe watched dispassionately as Aeroz stabbed down at the injured demon spawn while Tiriel held it still. It was an enemy after all and the two of them looked like they had it well in hand. Once it was finished though the necromancer strided close and with a solemn look in his eyes pats Tiriel on the shoulder.\n\n\" Come on now. Lumpy ran after one of these things by himself and Thokk just followed. If we don't hurry then we might not find them in good shape. \"\n\nCallos's palm stung, after all there was still acid left over on her armor. Little wisps of smoke rising up from his skin but he said nothing. It was the closest thing to....something. Why had he done it? It even baffled him why he had done it. He had been trying to imply something, he knew that. But what?\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin smiles in amusement. That little dragon is worth his weight in gold... more, even. \nShe nods in agreement to Fizahn. \"That's probably a very good idea... although I don't want to see what either of them will do if they find out the egg is broken.\" \n Katrin scans the doorway in front of her for traps or other nasty surprises. \n (OOC: Move Silently Check (1d20+17=23) \n Search Check (1d20+6=9) Ouch. 😦 More 3's. That's just what we need...)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel lets go of the limp form of the... whatever it was and rolls over, hoping to lose some of the acidic goo in the snow, before standing up.\nShe stares at the corpse of the monster, saying nothing.\n\nCallos's voice and touch ground her back into reality. She nods and retrieves her sword, scowling at the damage, before sheathing it.\n\n\" Right. Well, let's see if we can help them then. \"\nShe scoops up the rock that she'd cast daylight on before and, making sure that everyone is ready, heads off in the direction that the Lumpy and Thokk were last seen.\n \nMove action at full speed \n\nooc: I assume that Evendur, Callos and Aeroz are accompanying her...?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " At the armor shop ... \n\nFizahn trips over a loose cobblestone on his way across the street. The stone clatters across the paving before lodging in the gutter with a dull clunk. Achkby rolls his eyes.\n\nKatrin slides to the doorframe, inspecting it carefully. Finding no traps, the three of you slip inside to join Yix in the darkened room. Light spills from behind the curtain. Someone is moving around inside the back storeroom.\n\n\n In the forest ... \n\nLumpy scrambles after the fleeing demon and, looping his flail around one of its ankles, he brings it down for a second time. As the half-orc slams his flail into the demon again, he realizes that his weapon seems to be doing less damage than it ought to be. He also notes that the sticky ooze secreted by the demon seems to be coating his flail and corroding the shadowstuff.\n\nIncredibly, the demon rises to its feet again and, again, scrambles away rather than engaging Lumpy in combat.\n\nThokk's warcry is audible in the distance. He is closing in as quickly as his short legs will allow ...\n\nEven farther behind are Tiriel, Evendur, and Callos ..." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nHe nodded at Tiriel's request, taking off after the short form of Thokk.\n\nEvendur thundered through the forest after the halforc and the dwarf. His breath sounded loudly in his ears confined by the helmet and visor which appeard with his armor. Heart hammering, he relished the sense of the chase, fighting through the burning in his calves and chest as he strives onwards through the thick undergrowth. Fear tinges his elation, though, fear of ariving too late, of not being able to help, of the sence of uselessness and, dare he think it, betrayal that would accompany the failure.\n\nHe'd lost sight of the dwarf now, vision restricted to a bare slit. His imediate surroundings, brush, wood and tree, were well lit, but the pace he was going at he couldn't analise what he saw fast enough. Had he missed a slight turning they had taken, gone the wrong side of a tree and been diverted away from his ... well, charges wasn't the right word, but he had sworn, at least to himself, to help them, despite their cold wecome.\n\nJust as Evendur was about to slow to check his bearings he heard Thokk's cry off to the right somewhere. Damn these creatures to the nine hells, he had gone astray and it was nigh imposible to tell direction adequately when helmeted like this. Still, clearly there was no time to loose.\n\nWithout stopping Evendur takes a new direction a few degrees to the right, hoping for another clue to direct him to the fight.\n\n\n[Ooc: Just thought I'd add to the narative a little. This way he can arive at the same time as Tiriel and Callos. I'm asuming that he left just after Thokk, seeing as he would readily take \"orders\" from Tiriel.]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNever in his life had Lumpy wished he knew anything about demonkind so much as he did now. The thing seemed to be invulnerable, and the acidic hissing coming from his flail was agony to his ears.\n\nHe didn't know what the demon was playing at, though he had a few guesses. Either it was leading him into a trap, and it knew something he didn't, or it wasn't as unassailable as it looked and honestly feared him. He didn't like to consider which was which.\n\nRoaring, he continues to tear through the forest after the demon. Either he'd take it down or he wouldn't, he couldn't see it any other way. After each blow, he strives to keep his weapon spinning to throw off the demon's acid.\n\n(( OOC\n\n AoO vs Standing Demon (1d20+9=25, 1d10+19=28) Attack should actually be 23, since he was no longer charging by then. Forgot to change it.\n\n Weapon Save (1d20+3=21) \n Charging Trip Touch, PA -6/+12 (1d20+9=11, 1d20+8=13) \n Followup PA -6/+12 (1d20+9=27, 1d10+19=25) \n Weapon Save (1d20+3=8) ))\n\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy smashes the demon and chases after it, practically breathing down its neck. Lumpy isn't quite able to trip it again, but when it realizes that Lumpy won't give up, it decides to turn and fight.\n\nThe demon whips around so quickly that Lumpy almost crashes into it. The demon's attack is so fast as to be almost invisible. Lumpy hears as much as feels its claws tearing his flesh.\n\n\n\nOOC: Lumpy takes 9 damage. Thokk and Evendur will arrive two turns from now. Lumpy can go ahead and submit two rounds worth of attacks. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nThough Achkby wants desperately to be at the front of the pack, he realizes the others are all far better than he at sneakery, and he hangs back, content for now to provide firepower or a distraction.\n\nAchkby does his best to conceal the adrenaline, born of excitement, coursing through his veins. Not only is the sorcerer dramatically breaking in to the stronghold of the enemy with a few brave companions--and one despicable miscreant--he's about to rescue a baby dragon from the clutches of a demon army's dark elven cohorts!" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nTHe scarred orc almost grinned against the gut-wrenching flash of the beasts claws. It had been the second one, but desperation played both ways. Swallowing the stomach bile creeping up his throat, he twists free of the demon and brings his whirling flail around at it again.\n\n((OOC\n\n Trip Touch, PA -5/+10 (1d20+8=18, 1d20+8=17) \n Followup, PA -5/+10 (1d20+8=10, 1d10+17=22) \n Attack #2, PA -5/+10 (1d20+3=11, 1d10+17=21) \n\nTHose all look like misses. Crud.\n\n Trip Touch, PA -5/+10 (1d20+8=21, 1d20+8=9) Crap\n\n Attack #2, PA -5/+10 (1d20+3=12, 1d10+17=23) \n\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the armor shop ... \n\nAchkby carefully closes the front door behind him, and the four of you quietly converge on the curtain-covered storeroom door. Dim light spills into the room from around the edges of the curtain. Katrin is almost invisible in the shadows, and the rest of you carefully edge around the tables, mannikins, and racks, keeping out of sight as much as possible.\n\nA pair of voices is audible from the storeroom. Only one of the two speakers is clearly audible. The other's voice is too low to make out clearly.\n\n\"There were ... complications. The price has gone up.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Look, it's nothing personal, but business is business.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Well, I feel for you, but that's none of my concern. You needed a blue. I got you a blue. Lost a couple of good men doing it too.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"No doubt, but whose fault is that?\"\n\n\"...\"\n\nYou hear the sound of chairs being pushed back, and the scrape of metal on metal.\n\n\"Well you can certainly try ...\"\n\n\n In the forest ... \n\nLumpy and the demon battle face-to-face, tooth and nail vs. shadowstuff flail. The demon scrabbles in so close that Lumpy has difficulty bringing the flail to bear effectively. The demon's breath is hot and sulfurous as it slashes and bites at Lumpy, opening up more gashes.\n\nAs blood runs down Lumpy's torso, his limbs begin to feel heavy, and his vision tunnels down until all he can see is the demon's twisted facial features. From far, far away it seems, he can hear shouts and footsteps.\n\nThokk, Evendur, Tiriel, and Callos burst through the trees almost simultaneously.\n\n\n\nOOC: Demon is knocked down, but stands up and slashes for 6 damage. Full attack next round results in two slashes for 8 and 8 damage, but its bite misses. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nYou hear a sharp intake of breath from Achkby behind you.\n\n A... a blue ? A blue dragon ? \n\nAchkby grips his spear more tightly, looking around at the others with wide eyes.\n\n\" We let them duke it out, and then we go in ourselves! \" he hisses to the others." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n They had made it! They had finally caught up to....!!\n\n\" Lumpy! \" Shocked eyes watched the half-orc take the blows. He had always seemed so....impregnable but now this demonkin was ripping and slicing into him, and from the looks of it Lumpy couldn't take much more of a beating from the thing. Black eyes narrowed into chips of opal as he glared at the demonkin. He himself may not be able to fight that demon spawn capably but those who had come with him where another story. Callos's hands were a blur, rushing through the arcane motions, almost fumbling them a few times. Voice a candance of arcane formulas before his hand began to glow with a gray light.\n\nA familiar feeling came over Tiriel then. Something she had felt back in the forest when those wolf creatures had them cut off from everyone else and at a disadvantage. A feeling of growth and swelling until she towered above the rest of them once more.\n\n\" Shiney...sic him. Leave him alive if you can. I think we all have questions for it. \" the necromancer coldly stated once his spell was finished.\n\n((OOC: Well I can't give the whole \"Hulk smash!\" treatment but I can at least make the acid resistant (I think) half-celestial the size advantage for pinning the thing down.))\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": "((OOC Does Lumpy get an AoO in there?))\n\n Lumpy \n\nLumpy takes each blow stoicly, feebly thrashing in response. He'd lost a lot of blood, used a lot of energy. The demon was obviously taking a lot out of him, but the cold air saps anything he had left. His responses gradually grow sluggish, careless.\n\nTo his credit, he never once lets a cry of fear or pain slip from between his savage lips, up to the very end. When he does go down, it is without fanfare. A soldier's death on the field, the burly orc crumples, seeming to fold into himself as his sizzling weapon slips from his grip beside him." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nCold, gut-wrenching shock and horror held her paralyzed until bubbling anger overcame it. She instinctively reaches for her sword, only to let her hand fall back, knowing that another attack with it could break her weapon and do little damage. Before she can decide another course of action a strange, yet semi-familiar feeling rushes through her body. Callos's words dimly echo in her ears as she suddenly finds herself... in a much better position to hurt the monster who had just taken down the burly half-orc.\n That smart alec wizard is deadmeat when this is all over. \n Tiriel closes within 10' of the demon and attempts to grapple it.\n\n touch attack: (1d20+7=16) +1 = 17\n opposed grapple check: (1d20+12=27)+1 = 28 \n Status:\nHP: 35 (full)\n AC: 23 (-1 to dex bonus from Enlarge Person ) (+2 Bark skin)\nSaves +2 (& +1 against fear)\n+4 to grapple (size mod from enlarge person)\n\n [okay, so I have a lot of enchantments to keep track of now.\n I forgot that Runehawk cast barkskin on Tiriel before the fight, so that's in her AC adjustment now. Other than that, I think I got everything. Let's hope the demon's AoO doesn't hit and ruin the grapple before it starts]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n A blue dragon... eep. What does that mean, 'you needed a blue?' The different eggs must have been sent to different places... and why a blue for here? \nAchkby's whisper distracts Katrin's train of thought. Not wanting to alert the arguing voices to her presence, she simply says \"Agreed.\"\n Katrin tries to draw her shortsword as silently as she can while straining her eyes and ears to get some idea of what is going on inside the storeroom. \n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur catches hold of the faltering halforc as he falls...\n\n Damn these creatures to the nine hells, I knew this was going to happen...\n \n... lowering him gently to the gorund as, closing his eyes, he focuses on the life giving energy of Sune that flows through and arround him, the tender strands of energy that bind together the living, holding the soul within...\n\n ...don't fail me now, Sune, don't fail me now, please ... \n\n... and, so doing, passes a hand over Lumpy's various wounds, binding them with the force, the beautiful force of life, just like the beauty he has sworn to protect with his own life and his faith.\n\nAbout him his soft light seems to gather, lighting the batlefield less, making him an almost blinding figure. The light gradualy concentrates around his gauntleted hand flowing out in golden threads, stiching the wounds of the fallen halforc. Bloodflow ceases and small wounds close. Lumpy's breath comes easier as more of the light flows into him through Evendur's healing hands.\n\nWhen he stands his light is faded, the lustre gone from his once shining armor. Still, a glimmer remains, and in that, he can be seen to bend tohis sword and turn to face the vile creature that has bestowed these wounds.\n\n[Ooc: Lay hands on Lumpy for full amount, 4x7=28hp back for him.sorry about the luminous display. It occured to me that the light which surrounds his armor could be related to the Lay On Hands ability, cirtainly makes for interesting visual accompaniment. See it as a physical resonance of his relationship with Sune.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the forest ... \n\nTiriel grows with each step until she stands 12 feet tall. She picks up the demon with her gloved hands and slams it against a tree trunk. The demon claws at Tiriel, but its claws find little purchase against her enlarged vambraces.\n\nEvendur gently lays Lumpy on the ground, his armor glowing with increasing brightness until both he and the half-orc disappear in a blaze of yellow light.\n\n\n\n In the armor shop ... \n\nThere is a brief scuffle, during which you realize that there were more than just two people in the back room. With a crash, the light goes out, leaving the entire shop in complete darkness.\n\nSomeone cries out in pain. A body hits the floor with a dull thud.\n\n\"Where is he?\"\n\n\"Varget! Timor! Here!\"\n\n\"Where?\"\n\nA body stumbles into the curtain, tearing it from its mountings. Thin metal rings clatter on the wooden floor, scattering in all directions.\n\nWith a fwish , a sunrod is lit. With the curtain torn away, light floods the front room as well as the back, blinding your dark-adapted eyes for a moment ..." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n Blinding white light surrounded him on what he can only assume is the verge of life and death. He couldn't say which side he belonged on, nor was he sure which side he would rather be on. Flitting thoughts flashed about almost visibly, ephemeral and unfocused.\n\nDuty. Duty to a cause, to people, places. Pledges made, to others, to himself, to the dead. Freshest and foremost were his companions. Despite the haze, he knew them all as clear as anything. By name even, even if he never voiced that fact. Sethra linked them all- that pledge wasn't to him, but for him. Blood for blood, death for the fallen.\n\nBut foremost. . . Evelyn. He knew her by name alone, from the raging tirades of her husband. Never had he known her, the woman whose life he'd first taken. Whose death weighed heaviest upon his soul. He could never know in the mortal world why she had opted to die when it should have been him. Why anyone would choose that. Why the only one who might ever ha dloved him had left him alone in this world.\n\nHis mother. Death and what lay beyond held answers to all of these questions, he was sure of it. She was somewhere there. Part of him yearned to follow her there, to be done with it. But he couldn't. He held one pledge, closer to his core than anything he had ever known. One he'd made as soon as he was old enough to understand the meaning of it.\n\nIf the price for his living was her dying, then he'd be damned if she didn't get her money's worth. Every step, every moment passed in joy or misery, was hers. Was FOR her. The only gift he knew to give back. And if that kept him from her, she would wait. He trusted she would wait; she was the kindest person he'd never met. \n\nDeath beckoned, the slow flow of eternity. But life pulsed, the tumultous fury that could swallow anything. Lumpy returned to that pulse, serene in one instant, alive with a swirl of emotion in the next. Rage mostly, that something had almost taken that which was most precious from him, but sorrow for what that truly meant, alongside the joy of it's aversion. But oh how the rage was most important now. . .\n\nHe'd barely been conscious a few seconds when he burst into motion. Empty hands scrabbled through the snow around him, looking for his flail. He'd dropped it somewhere, and he needed it, a death dealer. He needed it to protect everything he valued. If that demon was still among the living, it would soon regret it." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" If someone wants to talk to this thing, do it now . \" Tiriel growls reflexively tightening her grip on the demon, which starts to choke.\n \nopposed grapple check: 1d20+12=30 \n non-lethal damage against pinned opponent = 1d4+5=7 [ooc] go large size! bumped up from a d3 to a d4 ! \n\nStatus:\nHP: 35 (full)\n AC: 23 (-1 to dex bonus from Enlarge Person ) (+2 Bark skin)\nSaves +2 (& +1 against fear)\n+4 to grapple (size mod from enlarge person) " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \"Thokk. I know you speak many an odd language. Can you communicate with this thing? I want to know why it was here following Aeroz, where it and its companion was going, if theres anymore of them, and who sent them.\"\n\n Still that cold tone as he approached the enlarged Tiriel chanting once more. Another familiar spell. One that would allow for the angelic Tiriel to quite effecently hold unto the slimy bugger before they killed it.\n\n((OOC: Bull's Strength. +4 bonus to strength on Tiriel.))\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lumpy reorients himself, picking his flail up from the ground. If he is surprised to see a super-sized Tiriel, he doesn't show it.\n\nStrength surges through Tiriel's body as she continues to pin the demon up against a tree trunk. Though her fingers tighten around its throat, the demon doesn't seem to be suffocating. Do demons breathe? she wonders. It occurs to her that the \"choking\" noises might be its attempts to speak." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin draws her sword without consideration for the sound it would make, knowing that she had been found out already. She gropes behind her with her free hand, hoping to find a wall she can back up against, saving her from being stabbed in the back." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix moves away from the curtain taking up a defensive stance, his tail ready to strike any who wish him harm." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nHe didn't care to know why Tiriel was giant-sized any more than he cared why he was able to stand again. It wasn't important yet.\n\nLumpy circumvents the giant woman, coming around towards the pinned demon from the side. Eyes flickering erratically between demure melancholy and sadism, the half-orc levels his flail. With a grunt, he begins laying into whatever part of it he can reach with abandon. He noted his lack of concern for his flail, something he'd long treasured. But as important as it was, he could always replace it. He risked more things, greater things than his weapon.\n\n((OOC\n\n PA -4/+8 (1d20+9=10, 1d10+15=24) \n\nMiss, but Lumpy will keep swinging until he does kill it\n))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur's sudden blood lust is dulled somewhat by Callos' words and the presence of an unusualy large Tiriel inbetween him and the deamon-spawn. He circles the oposite way to Lumpy, sword at the ready for any atempt of escape, but defering to the will of Tiriel whom he watches as much as the deamon.\n\n What was I thinking? Where did those thoughts come from? They weren't mine, surely...\n\n He calls out to Lumpy as he sees him foing for the deamon, though not moving from his position, \"wait, Lumpy,wait, it is subdued!\" but to little avail." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the armor shop ... \n\nLying in front of you on top of the torn curtain is a young human male, dying from a gaping chest wound, his shortsword still clutched in one hand. Inside the storeroom are several more combatants.\n\nTo the left of the room stands a woman wrapped head to toe in red cloth. The outfit is form-fitting, highlighting the curve of her breasts and her shapely hips. Even Achkby and Fizahn are forced to acknowledge that she has an attractive figure (for a tallfolk woman, that is). Her head and face, however, are obscured by a deep cowl, protecting her identity. She is empty handed, but three henchmen stand in front of her, shortswords raised menacingly. One of the henchmen is holding up the sunrod.\n\nThey face the armorer on the right. Achkby and Yix recognize him immediately by his posture and body habitus, but his facial appearance seems to have changed somewhat since earlier in the day. His skin is yellow and thickened, almost lizard-like. His face is gaunt, cheeks hollowed out, and his ears are pointed in the manner of elves. His heavy woolen winter tunic has been tossed aside, revealing ornate golden armor underneath. A shining bastard sword rests tucked in the crook of his elbow in an almost casual manner. Bright red blood drips from its tip onto the wooden storeroom floor.\n\nTwo brown dogs stand protectively in front of him, facing the henchmen, teeth bared. Their presence surprises you somewhat, since there was no suggestion that there were any dogs inside the storeroom just a few seconds ago.\n\nAll of the combatants, including the dogs, turn to face the doorway. Achkby and Fizahn stand there frozen, caught in the sunrod's glare.\n\nThe armorer speaks calmly to Achkby. \"I'm sorry, little one, but all sales are final.\"\n\nThe cowled woman speaks softly. \"Are those two dwarfs friends of yours, Khosuvah?\"\n\n\n In the forest ... \n\nLumpy lays into the helpless demon, grunting as he smashes the creature again and again and again with his flail. Tiriel's eyes widen in surprise and disgust as she is splattered by gore. She lets go and the remains of the demon crumple to the ground.\n\nLumpy drops his flail, now useless, its head a melted mess of slag. The half-orc sags to his knees breathing heavily, his crazed blood-lust fading." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe cold catches up with Lumpy again almost immediately as he realigns with reality. He sits hunched over his knees, panting puffs of frosty air as the last vestiges of adrenal euphoria fade smoothly into pain. He could have sat there forever, huddled against the pain until the night air took him from this world again and not thought twice of it, but there were more important things to be done.\n\nStill on the ground, the surly orc grates words from between clenched fangs,\n\n\" That's our cue ta get moving, the druid's health be damned. Unless I'm far off my mark, mounted demons ain't part'a the local fauna. I just bet my life that they were scouts or vanguards, which means Sethra's folk're hotter on us than we reckoned. Killing them might buy us some extra time, but they'll be found sooner or later. Hells, even if they ain't they must know where we're headed already. \"\n\nShakily, he rises to his feet again, steadying himself against the demon-spattered tree,\n\n\" We'd best be long gone from Tammar before tomorrow's over, or we might not make it through at all. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Tonight, has not been a good night , Tiriel thinks to her self looking at her acid pitted and gore splattered armor, Hopefully I can repair this. \n\nShe gives Lumpy a curious look, before speaking. \" Yes, I agree. We need to head back towards the town, all of us. Everyone should load up in the wagon and head back. I'll trail behind and make sure we aren't followed.\n\nYou can borrow my horse if you'd like Lumpy. \" She adds as an after thought.\n Huh, never expected him to lose his cool in the middle of a fight, but I guess almost waking up on the wrong side of the misty veil will do that to a person. Too bad though, the wizard actually had a point. Which reminds me... \nGlancing at Callos Tiriel asks, \" Can you turn this off now, it's not needed anymore.\nAnd thanks. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n His expression was sour as Lumpy made the demon resemble ground up beef. Of course he had fully intended on killing the thing later on, but he had wanted some answers first! And now its brain was pulp! Grumbling he went over to the corpse, loathe to touch it. How he wished there was some spell to communicate with the dead!...that he could cast. The sound of someone speaking to him jerked him out of his revere and he looked up at the giant Tiriel.\n\n\" Thanks for what? You were the only opition to cast the spell on Shiney. I wasn't going to grab that thing and no one else is acid retardant. As for dismissing. Just wait. The bigger you are, the easier it will be to load up everything for the trip back and you'll revert to your former size before we leave, so just wait. \" He snapped out, irriatation written plainly on his face as he stretched slowly. The dark circles underneath his eyes seemed more prominet in the dim light of night and he was already grumbling as he looked around. \" Now how do we get back? \" \n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn draws his dagger as the door bursts open, shielding his eyes from the light with his hand. He takes in the scene with a confused expression. He looks at the guy in golden armor. A sloght grin crosses his face at the armorer's quote. That's most definately the armorer. \"Yes. I see you're having a similar dispute with your friends there. Although, I assume it's about something other than a mithril shirt.\" Fizahn's eyes narrow in anger as the woman refers to him as a dwarf. \"Gnome, you stupid dung heap of a tall folk. And I'm sure my halfling compatriot agrees with these sentiments even if he can't understand me, never being versed in the exquisite language of the best race.\" Fizahn gives the red woman a smile and chuckles a little. I don't think this is going to turn out well for us. Fizahn whispers to Achkby. \"Can you think of any great bluffs that might get us out of this?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Thokk allows Lumpy to smash the life out of the Demon, and sits back and laughs during the entire ordeal. Afterwards, he goes over to lumpy and clasps him on the arm\n\n \"Ach, good show lad. Methinks you needed to kill that lad a little more then I did, and get got the boot, to boot! Hahaha!\" \n Thokk circiles the bits of demon until he finds a choice bit, and quickly lops it off. Returning with the group to the previous fight, he will also take with him a Quill. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel glares angrily at Callos and barely controls her instinctual response to draw her sword.\n You know you'll gain nothing lasting from fighting him. He's a bitter rotter. Just deal with it later - there are larger things at hand. \n\nTiriel takes her hand off the hilt of her sword, \" Well then, I guess you were just lucky to have someone in front of you. \"\nShe turns and starts walking back toward the cave only stopping to collect her dropped bow." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby freezes. Even after his vision returns, he remains motionless for a moment.\n\n Dammit, gnome, why the hell do you think they don't speak Draconic. It's one language I'll bet they both talk, though maybe not the henchmen... heh. \n\n\" Clients, not friends, \" announces Achkby eventually, \" Who took an interest in the... credibility of their supplier. Though I am pleased that you had such a fine shirt in stock this morning, it was also quite a surprise. And after we heard from some friends, we thought it... prudent to come back. Which was clearly a good decision, because it'd probly be a bad idea for anyone to change hands tonight. \"\n\n Damn. What the hell did you just say? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the forest ... \n\nLumpy limps back with the rest of the group towards the cave. Thokk lingers behind but finds that the remains of the demon crumble to the touch leaving no trophy behind. He picks up a howler quill or two however as you near the cave.\n\nOutside the cave, you rendez-vous with Trinark and the druid. Once back at the cave you consider heading back for Tammar through what's left of the night vs. trying to catch a few hours of sleep before daybreak ...\n\n\n In the shop ... \n\n\" Make it a good one ,\" mutters the armorer. He absent-mindedly grasps the hilt of his sword. The blade shimmers as he does so, almost rippling like liquid quicksilver.\n\n\"They've seen too much, Khosuvah,\" says the woman in red, turning her hooded face away. She reaches down into a satchel, then places three pouches on a worktable. They clink softly. She reaches two fingers inside one pouch and withdraws a small platinum ingot. \"For the man you just killed. He was a good one.\"\n\nThe other three men sheathe their shortswords and back slowly towards the canvas-wrapped crate.\n\nThe armorer ignores the woman and her henchmen. Instead he tilts his head as he stares at Achkby and Fizahn, as if not sure what exactly to do with them. The two dogs sit at his feet, cocking their heads in almost the exact same manner.\n\nAfter a pause he asks, \"Can I help you?\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n A very confused Yix breathes a deep sigh as he sits down. The situation was too confusing for him to even begin to fathom what was happening, and since everyone looks friendly, at least for now, sitting seemed like a good idea." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nDrifting back into his usual sullenness, Lumpy stubbornly refuses any offers for aid. He limps back to the cave after the others, stopping to gather a few things; his ruined flail, the quill he'd removed from his leg, and his longbow. He also takes the opportunity to search the howlers, reasoning that if there were anything important to be found, it wouldn't be carried by the acidic demons.\n\nHis stance on how to use the remainder of the night is clear-cut and adamantly defended. Despite his injuries, he is fully in favor of packing up and moving on, to the point of donning his armor. This he explains simply, \" Whatever ya decide, I ain't sleeping no more tonight \" He retreats closer to their shelter's exit, retrieving his guisarme from where he'd left it and standing grim sentry.\n\nIt was only partially a ruse. His mind really did want to keep moving. It was as sharp and clear as it had ever been, focused by his close call. But his body protested every waking moment. It needed to heal, and it needed rest to heal well. He wouldn't let it, if the stakes were so high. His armor served two-fold purpose there. The worn plate hid his weaknesses, covered the bloodstained clothing that highlighted his wounds- the last thing he needed was to be fussed over by everyone. He leans against his polearm, taking weight off of his injured thigh and listens to the others while staring into the darkness." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n What's her problem? I was telling the truth after all! It wil be easier to pack up and leave with her still big and whatnot. Women, can never take logic as a compliment.\n\n The necromancer shook his head, instead turning his attention to Lumpy who he was quite certain had died not to long ago. How was he still going about? The half-orc didn't look undead, none of the characteristic slowness of a zombie and definitly not a skeleton. Had one of the others healed him? That wasn't what bother him though. What did was that Lumpy was still hurt, the blood stains in his shirt before he pulled the armor back on confirmed that. But Lumpy was still right. It was no longer safe to remain in this place even if some of them needed rest and healing.\n\n If he thinks he can make it back to the others then I guess we'll just have to trust him to be able to handle it.\n\n \" Lumpy's right. Lets move out quickly. \"\n\n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur seems to match the generaly disgruntled nature of the group. Though he says nothing more on the matter, it is clear that he is unhappy about the killing of the helpless deamon. When he disipates his armor his jaw is set tight. Upon ariving back at the cave he strides straight up to the lizardman and sets his bare palm firmly against it's sholder. His eyes stare defiantly into it's eyes and the fires of his anger burn brightly behind them. Still his touch is gentle, and the warmth that flows from him disipates some of the cold that the lizardman feels, fighting to clear it's mind from it's diseased fog.\n\nEvendur turns away without a word, gathering what is his that is left and joining lumpy in his unspoken decision to trek back through the night.\n\n[Ooc: Remove disease on S-man]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n\n Tiriel reaches the cave slightly ahead of the others and fills Trinark and the druid in on the details of the fight. She mentions that heading back to the town is likely and that it might be best to get prepared and moved into the wagon.\n\nShe reiterates that she'll follow behind everyone." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin narrows her eyes in suspicion, but decides it is best to remain silent for now. She says nothing, instead choosing to stare at the armorer with an almost bored expression." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the forest ... \n\nAs quickly as possible, you decamp and mount up. Lumpy rides in the back of the wagon as Trinark tends to his wounds. Those of you with horses escort the wagon back towards Tammar.\n\nIn a way, the expedition was a success. You have retrieved the missing drow and druid safely. The encounter with the demonic scouts and its significance, however, has put a damper on the happy reunion.\n\nLumpy's wounds will heal. Tiriel's armor and sword are pitted, but servicable. The only casualty really has been Lumpy's flail. Some of you silently thank the gods for your good fortune. The night-time encounter could have gone much worse for you (especially for Aeroz).\n\nYou near the walls shortly before dawn. The skies are still dark, and the gates are shut tight.\n\n\n\n In the shop ... \n\nThe armorer and the woman in red seem to have concluded their \"negotiations\". The henchmen struggle with the bulky package as they head for the back door.\n\n\"A pity we were interrupted, Khosuvah. It would have been ... interesting. Next time, perhaps.\"\n\nThe armorsmith shrugs without even turning around to acknowledge the woman. You get the feeling that the aborted combat was little more than a game between the two of them, the dead henchman notwithstanding.\n\nAchkby and Fizahn stand awkwardly while the armorer waits for some sort of answer. The armorer's eyes flick from side to side noting the presence of Yix and Katrin without comment. One of the armorer's dogs scratches an ear absent-mindedly. The other opens its mouth and pants.\n\nOnce the back door closes behind the woman and her henchmen (including the one carrying the sunrod), the shop is plunged once more into darkness.\n\n\"...\n\n\"Well? Are you planning on speaking or are we just going to stand here in the darkness all night?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Did they... just... get away?!! \n\nWhen the armorer turns his head, Achkby follows his gaze to Katrin.\n\n Why the hells couldn't you have stayed hidden? We're not getting anywhere by showing more cards, we still have no idea where he stands... \n\n\" Er... \" Achkby starts. With no idea what to say, he shunts aside creeping feelings of guilt and failure, and musters all the indignation and anger he can for what he hopes is a ferocious outburst.\n\" In the name of Ti--of the Gods, what in the nine hells did you just do? You just sold her a baby dragon ? \" he says loudly and coldly ( If only I weren't so short! ), eyes narrowed to be as menacing as possible.\n\n So much for not showing our cards, dammit, we should just get out of here and see where she goes... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " In the shop ... \n\nIn the darkness, the armorer raises an eyebrow. Is he puzzled? Amused? It is hard to read his mildly alien features. (This facial expression is only visible to Yix and, to a lesser degree, Katrin and Fizahn.)\n\nHe switches to Common. \"I don't know what you are talking about, halfling. All I know is that I seen to have caught a group of burglars who have broken into my shop.\"\n\n\"I suppose that I really ought to call the constable, but I find myself in a generous mood.\" As he speaks, he sheathes his sword and reaches for a small lantern and a box of matches on a table off to his right. He lights the lantern and places it on the floor, next to the body of the henchman.\n\n\"I have to clean up this mess,\" he says, nudging the corpse with his foot. \"Leave as quietly and inconspicuously as you arrived, and I will forget that your intrusion ever occurred.\"\n\n\n\nOOC: There is still time to intercept the woman and her henchmen if you hurry (and if you think its a good idea). The package is bulky enough to encumber them. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" We should probably wait until dawn to enter the city.\n It'd be nice to at least let everyone know we're all okay now though... \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Best the Lizard and the Drow never be seen in the city period if we can help it. \"\n\nLumpy rises stiffly from his spot on the wagon, disembarking and making his way back to where his horse trails,\n\n\" But someone needs ta go in either way. Need ta round up the others efficient-like, and make sure we pick up enough feed and supplies or what-have-ya ta make the last leg'a the trip. Might be best if some'a ya try ta go on in while the rest'a us try and drive a path through the woods around the city. Meet up on the far side. \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur, riding ahead, jaw still set, speaks up for the first time.\n\n\" We shouldn't take them into the city at all. \"\n\nBack stiff as his jaw he fails to elaborate on this concept." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stays quite for a while mulling over their options.\n That leaves Lumpy, Evendur, Aeroz, Callos and I to get into the city. Lumpy's hurt, Evendur's style is rather...flashy, I can't see Callos volunteering, and I have no clue about Aeroz. It'd be easy for me to get into the city... and if it's still dark I might be able to manage it unseen.\nDamn it. I'm going to have to ask the wizard if he can help. It'd be stupid not to.\n\n Tiriel swallows her anger, and to a small extent, her pride before speaking.\n\" Callos, do you have an invisibility spell? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Puzzlement was pretty plain on his face when Tiriel approached him to ask for the invisiblity spell. If he remembered correctly, she wasn't exactly his greatest admirer and might actually be angry at him. Guess it was a pretty big thing for her to ask him for help..\n\n\" Why on earth do you need an invisibility spell for? \" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy snarls a bit as Evandur re-suggests his exact sentiment, but swallows any possible comment. People had been claiming his ideas as their own for years, and this bunch was no different. He continues to check over his horse, making sure his possessions are secured upon it. He wasn't sure if he could muster the effort to mount the beast, but he wanted to be sure he wasn't missing anything regardless.\n\nThe dour orc lets the others sort out who would enter the city. Hopefully, it would be someone trustworthy." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I can get into the city without being detected, though I would need some help though. Its been a while since I did any major infiltration. I would prefer to take Trinark, but Edgar is right about him attracting unwanted attention.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "ooc: I swear I posted a response earlier today... I even had to rewrite it, so where is it?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos asks Tiriel why she needs an invisibility spell. He listens with interest as Tiriel offers to slip into the city invisibly to contact the rest of the group. Glancing uncomfortably at the others, she is a little bit vague on the details of how she plans to get over the walls of the city, but Callos (having been with her during the encounter with the werewolves in the Forest of Lethyr) has some idea of what she has in mind.\n\nHe reminds her that the spell has a finite duration and that if she attacks anyone, the magic will be broken. He starts describing in intricate detail some of the arcane structure behind the spell and segues into the history behind its development.\n\nTiriel clears her throat interrupting him. \"So ... could you cast the spell now, before we freeze to death out here in the open?\"\n\nCallos picks absent-mindedly at a hangnail. \"Umm, actually, no. I don't know that one.\"\n\nTiriel flushes, and for a moment it looks like she is considering strangling the necromancer with her bare hands ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya had gasped in surprise when Evandur placed his hands on him. His shock only increased when after a sensation of warmth, the heaviness in his chest was gone and his breathing was much easier now.\n\nIt looked that all Evandur was going to get was a grateful look but the words,\n \"I thank you\" are uttered after a short pause.\n\nThe lizardman is mostly silent on the ride." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel continues to stare in a mixture of shock and anger at Callos before berating the wizard for wasting her time - thus not comprehending Aeroz's words.\n\n[ooc: someone else (Evendur or Lumpy perhaps?) should respond to Aeroz since Tiriel and Callos are too busy arguing. I imagine they will keep themselves busy for sometime in this fashion until someone else does something 😛. (tell me if I'm wrong Callos)]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Still confused and in shock at how the situation unfolded, Yix looks around at everyone questioningly \"Well?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer made a point of picking at his hang nail while Tiriel ranted and raved at him. Once she finished, looking up with a bored look.\n\n\" So? \"\n\n If she wants to play the blame game I can just as easily! He thought to himself before launching into a tirade of his own. About how someone shouldn't ask about something unless they were willing to hear it all out, about how it was her fault they were out here in the first place since she couldn't keep an eye on the contents of her own wagon, and lastly of how, if she was so smart and prepared, that she should have thought of a contingency plan in case he hadn't prepared the spell.\n\n(Yes. Yes they will. n.n)\n\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nStill keeping silent, Katrin slowly walks towards the door, motioning Fizahn, Ackhby, and Yix to come outside with her. She makes sure not to let the armorer out of her sight until everyone is outside and the door is closed behind the four of them." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It was supposed to be a simple smash and grab operation, but you've discovered that the mysterious package seems to be at the center of a much more complicated intrigue than you had anticipated. Some of you had heard of the mysterious extraplanar githyanki , but none of you expected to encounter one here in the East, much less in a backwater like Tammar.\n\nWhat exactly was in the package? Could it really contain a baby dragon, as Achkby suspects? And who was that cowled woman in red? What is the connection between the transaction in the back room and the drow and grimlock unit Katrin and the others encountered in the Underdark?\n\nIt seems as though no answers are forthcoming tonight. Uncharacteristically silent and indecisive, the four of you stand frozen in inaction until Katrin gently leads you out of the shop, back into the cold winter air. The armorer watches you go, his features blurring momentarily, then resolving back into his human-appearing disguise.\n\nA thin gray light from behind the rooftops alerts you to approaching dawn. You consider trying to chase down the woman in red, but you know that the others will be waiting for you back at the inn, and you decide it might be best to let this one go for now.\n\n...\n\nWhile Tiriel and Callos bicker, Lumpy sighs and turns to Aeroz. They quickly agree upon a plan. Aeroz will enter the city at first light and collect the others. The rest of you will give Tammar a wide berth, and will meet the others outside the east gate.\n\n...\n\nAeroz slips through the gate before it's been opened all the way. The guards pay him no mind, assuming that the elf is part of one of the caravans. He rides quickly through the town until he arrives at the Owl and Pussycat.\n\nHe hails Fizahn, Achkby, Katrin and Yix, who are just arriving at the door themselves. They look bleary-eyed and irritable. Aeroz explains the plan, and reluctantly, they agree to gather their possessions and hit the road rather than catching up on some much needed sleep.\n\nUpon entering the inn, the keep informs them that their friends have just left, perhaps two hours ago. She passes Aeroz a brief note from Si'rene, written in elegant longhand. He passes it around for everyone to read.\n\n \"Not knowing when, or indeed if, each of you would be returning, it occurred to me that at least some of us needed to press onward if we had any hope of alerting the northerners of the necromancer's pact with the tanar'ri and the threat to the entire East, which I think that we can all agree is woefully lacking in the resources and resolve to defend itself against such an invasion even if it had an inkling of the impending threat, in a timely fashion, and considering the new information shared with us by Elthan regarding his vision and the increasingly likelihood that we may at any moment be set upon by Lady Valentine and her undead cohorts, I felt it necessary to press forward toward the River Mulsantir, with the full hope and expectation that you, my friends, will soon catch up with us, but also with the knowledge that if you can not, then we have not squandered any more time than was absolutely necessary.\" \n\nAfter verifying that Si'rene, Lissa, Hajih and Elthan have left, leaving the remaining cart behind, the rest of you quickly pack up and leave Tammar while the other caravans are just beginning to get organized.\n\n...\n\nA mile or two outside the city, Aeroz, Katrin, Fizahn, Achkby, and Yix rendezvous, as planned, with Lumpy, Tiriel, Evendur, Trinark, and the druid. It only takes a few minutes to fill each other in on your respective adventures in the middle of the night, and to inform everyone of Si'rene's decision." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nIt took him a few tries to get up onto his horse- part of the reson he disliked horses was because they were so high off the ground, and he was hardly in the best shape. But he'd managed it without help and that was important to him.\n\nLumpy merely exists on his saddle, hardly anything you could call riding. One hand grips the reigns, traces looped several times to keep it from slipping free, while the other is wedged under the straps securing his saddle. His armor seems to hang upon him, no longer a comforting presence, merely a burden. The night had been trying, and his preternatural determination was at it's limit.\n\n\" That's good, the elfess's got some sense in her. Leastaways if someone catches up with us now, all our eggs ain't in one basket. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel is still bitter from the argument with Callos last night, or was it this morning? Anyhow, she doesn't understand how Callos can possibly blame her, personally, for their detour. It wasn't her wagon, a misunderstanding she'd cleared up right away. It was Hajih's, but that was beside the point. The point was, as far as she was concerned, it wasn't her fault and she'd tried to handle it the best she could.\n\nThe fact that she really didn't get a chance to clean her armour or sleep doesn't add to her mood. She expends a good part of her energy trying to stay alert but after a few hours she ends up spacing out and thinking about the \"demons\" that she'd fought the night before and the news that Lady Valentine was after them." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiya, Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya squints up at the sky on hearing the news that the undead woman they'd met beneath Teflamn would be after them.\n\n \"I'll try and keep an eye out for that thing. It owes us a blood debt.\" \n, he promises Tiriel.\n\nHe looks worried when he hears about Si'rene's rashness.\nIn hearing Lumpy's comment,\n\"Not true. Remember the creatures we have met on our quest north. They go into danger without the strength of numbers. The warriors are all here.\", he grumbles in a low tone shaking his head.\n\nIf his words are any indication of his intent; It is quite clear that the druid would pursue after them and hurry northwards. He stamps on the slush by the road, rubbing his palms as his hot breath mists before his face." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aye, well put lad. We might as well press on and just be on our way\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Ooh, we're speeding up.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs they trudge back to the inn, effectively defeated, Achkby expels a constant stream of curses, tri-lingual profanities, and insults aimed not only at himself, but also his companions, the dragon-dealers, Sethra and the Gods. It's mostly a guttural torrent of anger muttered violently below his breath, but he occasionally explodes into much louder, nigh-incomprehensible diatribes, ejaculating short phrases of fury that clatter off the cobblestones and buildings.\n\nBy the time they meet with Aeroz, Achkby has simmered down towards disappointment, but is still walking a bit apart from the others and whispering to himself. When he sees the note, instead of his usual resignation to uninformed following, Achkby demands to know what's going on, when Elthan had a vision, and who \"Lady Valentine\" is. He pesters the others until they divulge most of this, at which point he storms off, unhappy with his petulance.\n\n They've just up and left ? What is this? Sirene was one of the few level-headed ones of us left, and Haji, godsdamn his useless self, was actually nice . And then Elthan, Elthan I could respect, and he and his twin gave me the scale and claw. Not to mention Lissa... what the hells is this?!! \n\nWhen they've finally met up with the others, the sleepless night has caught up with Achkby, and he rides silently behind Aeroz, reimagining their midnight confrontation and what he might have could have should have done.\n\n[[There I go getting even more emo...]]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Further and further out of my element we go... \" Aeroz says to no one in particular. As he sits on his horse, he reflects on all the significant moments that had brought him here, to this strange land that had no sand, no searing hot sun, and no exploding alchemical labs that took away 50 years of his life. He'd never thought of himself as an adventurer, but here he was, riding on a horse to a land he had never seen or heard of, trying to stop an army of undead and fiends.\n\nHells, he even had a sword telling him what he can and should do. It seemed like something out of a bard's song, something a child would be told of before he went to sleep. Aeroz wondered how that tale might end, him surviving petrification, starvation, rat plague, a psychotic necromancer who loved to fry dogs, a psychotic necromancer inhabiting a little girl and a host of his own issues, only to meet his end by some necromatically enhanced demon pheasant. Or better yet, tripping and falling on a spike as he reached the end of this adventure.\n\n\" So, does anyone know what we are supposed to expect in the north there? Cold? Zombies? Frozen undead? Necromatically enhanced demon pheasants? \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Well lad, if it would be enhanced demon pheasants, I doubt they would be necromatically enhanced, being that they dont take well to mortal additions.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "On the long, cold road to Two Stars, each of you exchange as much information about Rashemen as you know. Most of it is hearsay, however, as none of you have been to that part of the East before.\n\nSome say that the Rashemi have existed since the collapse of the ancient Narfell and Raumanthar empires. Fierce and independent, the Rashemi tribes have successfully defended their borders against the Mulhorandi, demons, and orcs for over 700 years.\n\nThe Rashemi are legendary as fearsome warriors and berserkers. Their villages are led by a fyrra or 'warlord'. The village warriors are organized into various fangs or 'lodges', each with a different fighting style. The fyrras of each village are united beneath the huhrong, the Iron Lord.\n\nThe spiritual guides of the Rashemi are the hathrans , also known as the 'Witches of Rashemen' or collectively as the wychlaran. The hathran sent by the wychlaran to Thesk may have failed in her attempt to prevent Sethra's resurrection, but there is still a chance that you, following one of her last wishes, might be able to thwart his plans to conquer the East.\n\nThe Rashemi believe that their region is inhabited by spirits - from the rocks and trees to the waters of their lakes and rivers - that protect the land. The Rashemi both fear and love these guardian spirits, called telthors. \n\n...\n\nDespite your best efforts, you do not manage to catch up with Si'rene, Elthan, Lissa, and Hajih that first day.\n\nOn the morning of the second day after leaving Tammar, the druid points out circling vultures on the horizon. When Trinark, huddled inside one of the cart tents to escape the daylight, is informed, he says what everyone else is obviously thinking, \"That is not a good sign.\"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur speaks uf for the first time since suggesting avoiding the city.\n\n\" Should we investigate? \"\n\nHe had not stayed riled up by the appearance of the demonic scouts for long, sinking after a few hours into a state of quiet meditation, he becamelost to the world untill the appearance of the vultures.\n\n\" They usualy circle the dead, \" he says, \" We shouldn't leave them out in the open like that .\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"It could just be a dead necromatically enhanced demon pheasant or something, but let's not take any chances. I'm for taking a look at what's over there.\"\n Katrin waits for the input of the other party members while trying not to consider the possibility of the vultures' prey being Si'rene, Hajih, Elthan, and Lissa. \n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn becomes quiet and incohesive. He talks little and has some trouble connecting thoughts. One thought, however, sticks out in his mind. My days without sleep are catching up to me. I need to sleep for a year or just the winter. Has any gnome tried hibernating before? His train of thought is interrupted as Evendur talks about the vultures. \"No, pretty boy . We're not investigating... I don't want to get over there to see corpses... And then, when we go to bury them... They jump up at us... And once we cut them apart... They'll just come back together again... Bigger, you know?\" No they don't know. Well, Thokk knows and the druid. Stay awaaay from the vultures... Ugly vultures. I hate them. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix looks at Fizahn incredulously, he had no idea what he was talking about. However, he put it down to the fact that he was just rousing from his slumber, which had gone on quite a bit since the traveling began. He took a moment to stretch himself and his wings out before joining the world of the living." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" It might just be a dead animal. Still, I guess we should at least check. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n \" Now, correct me if I'm wrong, and I may very well be, but aren't vultures more acclimated to warmer areas? \" Aeroz points out as the group debates over whether to investigate or not. \" And maybe we should consider getting the drow some shaders when we get to the next village. It would help a ton with that whole light aversion deal he has .\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A few of you with horses or ponies trot forward ahead of the rest of the party snuggled into the two wagons. After a couple of hours, the circling vultures lead you away from the main road to a small knoll.\n\nThe first to arrive on the scene discover a gory scene. It looks a small group of travelers had camped here for the night. Though the location was reasonably defensible, it would appear that they were set upon in the middle of the night. Hoofprints, footprints, and blood are everywhere among scattered and torn canvas tenting and fur blankets.\n\nTwo bodies lie face down in the snow. A pair of the more bold vultures have started pecking at one. A gaudy, floppy hat lies undisturbed on a patch of undisturbed snow, adding an inconguous splotch of purple and yellow color to the otherwise gray, brown, and crimson palette." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n \"Oh no, you stupid, stupid worthless tracker of an idiot.\" Aeroz remarks as he sees the floppy hat. He picks it up and brushes it off, trying to see if it is 100% certain that this is the ranger's hat. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nWith her face set in a grim mask, Katrin walks up to the nearer of the two bodies. She shooes away the vultures, cursing at them and waving her arms. She breathes in deeply several times, in an obvious effort to control her emotions. Then she rolls over one of the bodies to get a good look at the face." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": "Katrin approaches the closet body, its head slightly to the side in the snow and covered in winter furs. Around his neck is a blanket, clearly torn from a bedroll in an attempt to strangle him. You flip him over,\n\n Elthan\n \nElthans face appears slightly blue, not from being suffocated, but from the cold. It is quite apparent he is alive, and he gives a slight moan and a wheeze as he is turned onto his back. It can be seen that one of his arms is caught inbetween the blanket and his neck, popping up in a limp and disgraceful manner infront of his face." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nUpon seeing the intial scene, Lumpy lets the others head straight in. He suspected what they might find, and he was less interested for the moment WHO was dead than he was in who killed them and where they'd gone.\n\nInstead, he directs his horse around the edge of the knoll, looking to make a slow circle around the carnage. Thankful for the previous night's rest, he scans his route for tracks leading in and out through clearer eyes. Whatever had done this had to had come in and gone out somewhere." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There can be no doubt that the hat is Hajih's. Aeroz stands holding it in both hands, his face an emotionless mask.\n\nKatrin kneels beside Elthan. He is only semiconscious, suffering from hypothermia. He can't have been lying like this for more than several hours, she thinks to herself. The attack must have happened shortly before dawn ... \n\nLumpy circles the campsite, eyes scouring the ground for any clues as to what happened. His eyes spot hoofprints leading away from the campsite in different directions. They scattered the horses, he decides.\n\nA different set of hoofprints catch his attention. The prints spiral inward toward the center of the camp. Something unusual catches his eye about these other prints - they appear to have left imprints in the packed snow and ice, almost as if the hoofprints were melted into the earth. He counts the separate sets - one, two ... no, three sets, definitely three sets. \n\nThe center of the campground is a mess, if the riders dismounted and left tracks, Lumpy can't make them out. Lumpy finds himself looking down at the other body. The body is too large to be Lissa and not colorfully dressed enough to be Hajih. He doesn't need to turn her over to know who it is." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Gods damn it. . . \"\n\nLumpy slings himself from his horse, taking a knee beside Si'rene's body. It was surprising how little he'd picked up on first aid in his time afield. It had always fallen on someone else to handle that particular aspect of combat management. He wished he hadn't skipped it.\n\nAs he turns the elfess over, he throws flitting glances around, speaking to the others without making eye contact,\n\n\" Something nasty afoot. Hot-hoof horses. Three, with riders. Demons, without bothering ta check. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n stupid stupid stupid, she thinks to herself, they should have known better than to try this alone and I should have made sure this wouldn't have happened. \nShe quickly dismounts, almost stumbling into a run to where Lumpy has revealed Si'rene's body.\n\nTiriel quickly tears off her gloves and places her fingers to her friend's neck, hoping beyound hope, that she finds a pulse.\n \" Damn it you're too stubborn to be dead. You can't be dead... \" Tiriel mutters to her friend.\n Tiriel will first check to see if Si'rene's still alive. \n(I don't need to roll for that right?)\n If so, then she'll attempt to stabilze her and Tiriel will force a potion of CLW into her for good measure.\nHeal check: 1d20+5=23 " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Was he surprised to find bodies at the site of the vultures? No. Not in the least, vultures were scavengers and liked dead meat over living. Was he surprised about who the bodies were? Very much so. It made him a little bit numb, as if someone had immersed him in the snow and left him there for a bit. Or maybe thats what Elthan felt like. The necromancer stumbled off of the cart he had been in, walking towards the still unmoving body. Afterall, Elthan was alive and more importantly there were those among them much better at dealing with wounds of the body. But dead bodies....well he had special training with this sort of things.\n\nApproaching rather noisely towards Si'rene's body and Tiriel, eyes dragging over the form. Standing behind Tiriel like that though, dressed up in his shadowstuff clothing, he couldn't help but have an odd thought. With his shadow cast over the two of them, he reminded himself of a vulture. Part of his head screamed that this had to be a trap. Lumpy had mentioned demons being a possible suspect but it also raised a chilling thought of its own. Great evil might have been what had attacked the four...With a growing chill in his heart he acted. If he was right...\n\n\" Get out of the way girl, I need to see her! \" Tone holding more then a hint of panic in it. \nStepping forward, Callos pushed Tiriel to the side and knelt down beside the body quickly. His hand was visibly shaking as he tilted Si'rene's head and to the sides, looking anxiously at her throat all the while muttering under his breath...\n\n\" Mystara, please tell me that I'm wrong. For once, just once, let me be wrong about something... \" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman had not been keen on any further diversions and had rumbled under his breath when the group meandered towards the vultures. His mind had been set on catching with the forward group and moving swiftly to the north.\n\nHe now stood surveying the carnage. A quick glance was all it took for him to note the abnormal prints, he didn't focus on the other prints and clues.\n\nHe knew all he needed to know about the attack so he distracts himself studying the skies for the weather ahead and left the healers to attempt their best. He swears softly for not having any healing spells prepared.\n\nHis claws ball into fists and shake as he draws a deep breath in to steady himself. He pushes the image of the bleeding, pale Elthan away.\n\nSsathiya will cast detect magic to scan the surroundings and the campsite.\n\nIf no-one asks the question before he is done he will ask\n \"Where are the others?\" \n\nOOC: take 10: Survival Check 18 (tracks + weather)\nCast Detect magic" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin quickly looks around and sees Aeroz. \"Hey, you! Aeroz! Come over here and make sure Elthan doesn't die; you need to get him warmer.\" \nKatrin waits a few impatient seconds to see if Aeroz is listening to her, then hovers anxiously over Si'rene's limp figure, breathing heavily.\n She's not dead... she can't be dead. \n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur takes in the scene, meted hoofprints, bodies, the singular hat. At first he seems frozen to his mount, unmoving, the others traversing the collage like ghosts over the frozen image burnt into his brain. It feels unreal, like a hazy dream. Elthan's moan cuts throught he haze, through the cottonwool that has replaced his brain. He semi-falls as he dismounts and hurries over to the half-dead half-elf, removing his cloak as he goes.\n\nReaching the fallen form he brushes past Katrin to cover's Elthan with the material in the hopes of preserving what little warmth might still reside within the young man.Wishing he had something to help warm him, he holds Elthan close to himself, sharing his body heat as he chants a prayer to Sune, asking her blessing to help heal any hurt he might have.\n\n \"See this creature of beauty, oh Sune,\nSee that he suffers no more.\nGive me the strength to heal him, oh Sune,\nGive him the life he's fought for.\"\n\n A different glow surrounds Elthan which is gradualy absorbed by him. Evendur lifts him, carrying himto the wagon where he lays him down as comfortably as he can manage." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" What do you want me to do? Light him on fire? Wait a second... \" tucking the hat under his arm, he ruffles through his bag and pulls out a vial. Placing it in the hand of Katrin. \" Have him drink this, but I tell you, I know nothing at all about first aid. \" Continuing to search through his pack, he pulls out a long, thick blanket and offers it to Katrin as well.\n\n[OOC:Giving potion of cure light wounds]\n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I thought you had a hip flask or something, were gonna warm him up with some good rum...\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby urges Bess as close as he can before leaping off and running the rest of the way to the mess before them. A tumble in the snow as he lands puts him well behind the others, so he doesn't come upon the scattered camp until the bodies have been turned over.\n\n Si'rene... Elthan, thank Brandobaris... Haji's hat, but... Haji? Where's Haji? And... and in the name of Hlal... They've taken Haji and Lissa!! \n\nAchkby frantically checks the other side of the hill, wading through deep snow that soaks his breeches and makes each step a painfully cold endeavor. Unfettered panic gives way to utter dread for her fate, their fates, and he slogs back to Bess and struggles atop her and slumps forward in a shivering heap.\n\nThe others tend to Elthan and Si'rene as worse and worse visions of demonic tortures chase each other through Achkby's mind. Eventually, he is roused from his terrors by the biting cold, and he takes a moment to perform a simple spell that dries and heats his clothes. He realizes that the others could use the same treatment, and turns the spell on Elthan and then Si'rene, drying and warming them and then the others with whom he clusters about the wagons.\n\n[OOC] Prestidigitation , and I'm doing it right now, Spell Failure (1d%=32) . [/OOC]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix keeps his distance from the bodies, almost too afraid to think of what terror befell them. Feeling less invincible then he did during earlier happy times, he wanders back inside one of the wagons hoping that if he can't see it, it won't be true." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nWhether anything has any positive effect or not, the bombardment of positive energy and warmth serves to make him more disoriented and groggy.\n\nThe blanket still wrapped around in his neck, he settles to attempt to murmur \"What?\" as he is placed into the cart." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The late morning sky is clear and blue except for a few thin cirrus clouds high in the atmosphere. It's a beautiful day.\n\nLumpy gently turns Si'rene over. Rigor has set in, and her body is as stiff and unyielding as stone. Her skin is white and as smooth as marble. Her eyes are closed. Her facial features are uncharacteristically relaxed, as if in death she has found a peacefulness that had eluded her in life. Brushing her bangs away from her forehead, Lumpy can't help noticing that she is quite pretty in an elfin way. He had never realized this before.\n\nTiriel kneels at his side, searching futilely for a pulse, a breath, or any sign of life. She pours clear liquid from a vial between Si'rene's frozen lips, only to have the potion dribble away out of the corner of her mouth.\n\nAlmost shouting, Callos pushes his way between Tiriel and Lumpy. He pulls away her frozen collar, checking her throat and clavicles. He doesn't seem to find what he is looking for, to his relief. He sags back on his heels.\n\nBeneath Si'rene is a small pool of frozen blood. Lumpy notes three small slits in Si'rene's chest. He is surprised to recognize them as thrusts from a narrow blade - a dagger or rapier - as opposed to the claw marks he expected to find.\n\nThe other blood scattered about the campsite suggests that either Hajih or Lissa, or perhaps both, were also wounded badly, if not killed, or perhaps some of the blood belongs to whoever attacked them. It is difficult to tell. Only Elthan seems to have no wounds on him other than some abrasions on his neck.\n\nColor begins to return to Elthan's cheeks as he begins to shiver violently." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWordlessly, honoring an unspoken moment of silence, Lumpy turns away from Si'rene. He retrieves his bedroll from his horse, unfolding the material to it's fullest and laying it over the elf, concealing her wounds but leaving her face exposed. They could wrap her properly later. The loss of a comrade always touched him, but moreso did the sense of desperation coming from the woman's friends, feelings which dwarfed his own.\n\nHe leaves them there for the moment to settle themselves, making his way towards the wagon where Elthan is recovering,\n\n\" Demon horses, but riders with swords. . . What in the nine Hells happened here? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn grudgingly accompanies the group to the bodies. He has his crossbow out and loaded. Once it's verified that Elthan is alive, but Si'rene is dead, he trains his crossbow on her. If Sethra raised her as a zombie, would she still be able to kill us with her bow? We should probably get that away from her if she still has it. He walks over, still keeping an eye on the corpse and looks to retrieve her bow and arrows. At Lumpy's question, he frowns. \"I may be going out on a limb... But I think that possibly it was Sethra's demon allies that happened here... I'm sure that there are plenty of demons that can ride horses and wield swords... Maybe some kind of demon centaur... I'm just hoping that they're demons without the power to raise zombies.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nAfter apraising the situation further Evendur sits next to Elthen in the wagon, holding him close to help warm him. Clearly there was nothing else he could do for the others. The frantic hapeningsa around Si'rene would probabvly help them in the end to come to terms with her death. He still felt nothing. Odd, how he could have felt somuch for that girl so long ago, yet nothing for these people now. maybe the years as a Gnoll had hardened him. Maybe he just didn't blame himself for their demise in the same way. Whatever it was, he felt awful for not feeling anything. Surely any human would feel at least anger, any paladin would rage at the loss of life.\n\nHe gently rocks Elthan as one would an ailing child, comforting him, or at least himself. He mumers;\n\n\"It's alright. You are safe now. You are safe... now.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n they hurt the lass... \n Thokk stands there, almost numb and un-characteristicly silent. He watches as first Elthan, then Si'rene are inspected. He relaxes slightly when Elthan is pronounced alive, then completely tenses up again when Si'rene does not respond\n\n They hurt the lass... \n Visions swirl through Thokk's mind, visions of friends dead, fiends feasting on entrails of his clansmen, of his elders being slaughered as they tried to shepard the children out.\n\n THEY HURT THE LASS \n Thokks last thought was of his beloved, her heart ripped from her chest infront of his eyes and devoured before him. He had failed then. He had failed again, they clan had been savaged. At least one lay dead, one injured, and two missing, including the little lass\n\n \"THEY HURT THE LASS!!!!\" \n Thokk yells into the air at the top of his lungs, every fiber of his being straining into the sky. He whips out his dagger, and with one swift movement chops off his beard\n\n He stands, looking at the huge fistfull of hair in his hand, and throws it over his shoulder. He then takes his dagger and cuts his own face with it, twice, directly over two previous scars on his left eye. He lets the blood flow, and covers his blade with it\n\n Fifty seven years. Fifty seven years since I took that oath. Moradin, before you and the anvil, I renew that oath. They will suffer. They will DIE.\n\n \"THEY WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\" \n Thokk Marches towards Elthan, taking note of his wounded state but foribly pushing right to him\n\n 'Where. Did. They. Go. " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan sits in the cart and attempts to keep a strait face as Evandur treats him like a wounded puppy. He rubs his sore neck and tries to sum up to himself just happened while he warms up.\n\nCuriously, he peeks over the side of the cart upon hearing Thokk scream, and simply stares. His head follows Thokk as he approaches, and he sits still (or as possible for a shivering man) for a moment after being issued the question. \"Iii-eii..\" He begins before cutting himself off and trying agian. \"D-dont know.\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n( sorry for the lack of continuity)\nYix who had taken his leave earlier, began creeping slowly towards Evendur and Elthan. Moving slow and in awe that it was really him, not dead but not in the greatest shape. Visibly shaking Yix reaches his small hand out to grasp at Elthan's foot to put his fears behind him, only to find a new fear in the Dwarf's ragings that send him skittering back to the corner of the wagon." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Evendur cradles Elthan gently until the half-elf gingerly releases himself from the paladin's embrace. Elthan has only fragmented memories of the attack. Black horses, smoke and flame; an armored woman, strangely familiar; two men, dark eyes and grim expressions.\n\nTrinark steps down from the wagon, shading his eyes against the sunlight. He kneels beside Tiriel, a prayer to Eilistraee on his lips. \"Sleep well.\"\n\nThe drow stands up again, squinting at the vultures gathered overhead. \"We need to keep moving.\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nSsathiya starts at the sound of Thokk swearing. His brows raise in alarm at the state of Thokk.\n\nAnger. It was certainly there but the focus of his meditations had been at letting go and reaching their destination. Voicing the shock wouldn't come close to releasing the checked rage at seeing the aftermath of an assault on members of his pack. He wanted to find the missing but he also wanted little delays with powerful scouts so close. Scouts familiar with the lay of what was a strange land to him.\n\nHe tried to catch the eyes of Trinark and Fizahn. His expression silently conveying 'What do we do about him?'. Thokk's oath was certainly a norm among his own kind. Given his state, he was bound to hunt down the attackers. Given his state, he might not survive.\n\nIn truth, a hunt appealed to his primal side. Bloodlust and vengeance, dulled by his recent insight but still lurking. His motives were to rescue the rest of his pack. And he wouldn't be above making them suffer. A blood debt would be exacted.\n\nThe dwarf wouldn't be alone. Fizahn and Trinark would follow them. He inwardly sighs as he considers the consequences of another split by his pack.\n\n{Later,}\n{He moves to where Si'rene was placed in the wagon. He was always aware that she disapproved of his company and viewed him in a lesser light. They had spoken rarely. He reaches into his pouches and runs a thumb upon her forehead with water and a ground herbal powder from one of his pouches. He offers her guidance by the spirits to a better place within the Balance}" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n \nTiriel numbly lets Callos push her out of his way. She stays on her knees in the snow seemingly unaffected by the turmoil around her until Trinark speaks to her. Unable to control herself anymore, she throws herself at the startled drow and starts sobbing.\n\nTrinark tries to comfort and calm Tiriel, but it still takes some time for her to stop crying. WOnce Tiriel gets her grief under control she realizes that she's not the only one affected by Si'rene's death. Thokk's reaction is disturbing but also moves her at a primal level to leap into action.\nSeeming to read her mind, Trinark gently reminds her that they really shouldn't stay here.\n\nStanding up Tiriel gets a better look at the group - all are worried and some seem ready to go on a rampage. Tiriel finds herself torn between their \"duty\" to find the Iron Lord and the prospect of finding and hunting down the ones who killed Si'rene and took Lissa and Hajih.\n\nShe walks over to where Lumpy is standing and after an akward moment she asks him, \" What do you think we should do? Continue on or look for our friends?\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nImpassively, Lumpy retrieves Thokk's discarded beard, stuffing it into his belt. He closes in behind the dwarf, catching him by the shoulder to forcibly pull him away from Elthan. In contrast to the dwarf's, the dour half orc's anger simmers slowly, revealing itself in a strained tone of frustration in his voice. His words are partly an attempt to calm Thokk, and partly a response to Tiriel.\n\n\" They will, when it's time fer it. But I know two things. One, we ain't got time ta hunt them down looking fer them. We've given up too much already ta risk it by turning aside from our goal. Given up things like this right here. \" He waves an arm to indicate the expanse of the ruined camp and what it represented, but continues quickly to forestall the inevitable outburst from Thokk,\n\n\" An' two. We don't have ta hunt them. They'll find us, ta be sure. This and last night is proof enough that they're looking, and that they're pretty good at it. Keep yer wits about ya and ya'll get yer chance. But we gotta keep the pace. This is a race, and Sethra's the competitor. All these demons are here ta slow us down. That's proof'a how important the goal is ta him. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" ...It wasn't demons. \"\n\nCame the muted words, Callos was still staring at Si'rene's body as if for the first time realizing that she was dead. Now that his worries had been unconfirmed the full reality of the situation had come crashing back to him like a swift kick to the groin. So instead he found solace in his knowledge and the past. Standing, he directed Lumpy's attention to the hoof prints that vanished into the earth.\n\n\" Just look...The hoof prints vanish like they melted into the earth, right? Or did they take flight? We know Sethra is consorting with demonkin and raises the undead and that tells us two important things about all this. What demonic creature has hooves and... \" He stopped then to gesture back towards Si'rene and the pool of frozen blood underneath of her. \" ...and what demon fights with weapons? Espicially considering their prey and the visceral pleasure they get out of using their natural weapons. No...wasn't demons that killed them. Might have rode in on demon horses, nightmares if I'm right, but no demon did this deed. There would be...there would be more bodies and blood if demons had. This looks more professional. Like someone doing a job and moving on. And considering the kinds of undead intelligent enough to wield weapons in any sort of adeaquate manner...we need to travel fast, travel light, and keep heavier watches at night. \"\n\nHe hated thinking like this. That the things coming after them might be blood-sucking fiends of undeath. But it was the only course his mind could find for it, and better to be prepared then to be caught vulnerable at night.\n " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Thokk strains against Lumpy almost holding him back, but nods silently when he gives his reasoning. Thokk picks up his tower shield and Lays it on the ground. He then strips off the top half of his armor, exposing a very muscular body completely criss-crossed with scars, some very evidnetly ritually done. Using the dagger, he traces over some scars, drawing blood lightly, while in others carving deep in new places, notibly working on some winged form across his chest. He growls at anyone trying to approach him to get him to stop, but should anyone simply watch, he does nothing. After several minutes, the form is complete. It is a dragon, mostly composed of old ritual scars but now shown afresh. He then stands up and murmers...\n\n 'The Blood Dragon has arisin\" \n\nThokk then walks over to Ss\n\n \"Scaley, got anything that would close these wounds up but leave the scars?\" \n\nThokks voice is amazingly deadpan as he asks, with no emotion in it." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman roots in his pouch.\n\n aah.. still some left! \n\nLooking at it, he gives a rather nonplussed look. The creeper strands were not fresh. It was primitive even by lizardkin standards. It stopped bleeding without adding any healing.\n\nSighing the druid hands it over to the druid motioning how to crush it hard and apply it. Even the least healing spell outweighed its effects in that respect. The lizardman watched his dwarven warrior apply it solemnly.\n\nHe carefully refrained from even thinking about the other use of the creeper.\n\nIt was poor at healing but it was pretty effective in relieving constipation non-magically.\n\nHe nodded to Thokk in approval, refusing whatever remnants the dwarf hadn't used up. Squatting on the ground he idly scratched in the ground and lost himself in thought.\nHe hadn't heard Callos yet. But even not doing so, he was thinking along similar lines. His instinct was to find the rest of his pack but he also knew within himself that the brave lost would wish the success of the mission over themselves.\nHe also doubted how successful they would be in finding them if they went looking.\nThe fact that their bodies had been absent hinted to them still being alive to him.\n\nHe looked up at the sound of a sobbing Tiriel. He knew the closeness of the women and stared at the ground sullenly.He wandered what the pack would do and who he would follow." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n We have to go after them!!! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark watches Thokk's ritual cutting impassively. The drow then squints at Achkby, as if reading his thoughts. \"You want to go after them,\" he observes. \"But they are gone for now, and Lumpy is right, they will likely come for us soon. We should move on.\" (You note in passing that Trinark's common is definitely improving.)\n\nLooking up from Si'rene's corpse, you note dark clouds rising to the west. It looks like a storm is on its way." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur sighs at the storm, still feeling numb and inhuman.\n\n\"Looks like we're not going to get that far before it hits us. It'llw ash away any signs we could follow of whoever did this well before we could find them. I say we make what headway we can while we can, find somewhere suitable to shelter for the night.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin kneels near Si'rene's corpse, weeping silently.\n\nSo many different thoughts and emotions were going through her mind. She didn't want to let go of Si'rene; she didn't want to believe that Si'rene was dead. But she knew that the group would have to move on, and soon, in order to warn the Iron Lord of the threat from Lady Valentine.\n\nEvendur's words filter through her emotions. \"not going to get that far before it hits us... make headway while we can... shelter for the night.\" Stubbornly, she remains by Si'rene's side, unwilling to accept the loss of her friend." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some gentle prestidigitation is used to reposition Si'rene's limbs so that she lies peacefully, hands crossed over her heart. The elf's body is wrapped in a makeshift shroud and placed in one of the wagons.\n\nYou ride hard through the day, making much better time than you did with the caravans, keeping just ahead of the storm. You arrive at Two Stars just before nightfall. The land has grown flat and featureless, sloping ever so gradually to the east, towards the great river. Two Stars is another fortified town, similar architecturally to the somber construction you observed in Tammar. Both cities suggest to you that they might once have been outposts of a long-forgotten ancient civilization.\n\nUnlike the commotion that accompanied your arrival at Tammar, you are welcomed without reservation into Two Stars. The townsfolk seemed pleased to see you, and they are excited to hear that the winter caravans are not too far behind you and might be arriving in another day or so. The druid and drow are not given a second glance, as if the townspeople are used to exotic visitors (or are too polite to comment on them).\n\nSettling in to the Bowl and Ladle for the night, you discuss what to do with Si'rene. No one is exactly sure what the grey elves do for their dead. Burial in the frozen earth would be problematic.\n\nTrinark also points out that if Lissa and Hajih were taken alive, it is possible that their captors will soon know your party's exact capabilities and its planned route to meet the Iron Lord. Would it be prudent to change course? According to the map, there is a road directly north from Two Stars. Or would it be better to simply press on, crossing the River Mulsantir as planned, keeping on guard for any demons, or undead, or both?" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Dammit, no. I am not going to get so tangled up in... in other people that it gets in the way of moving on. I am putting them aside, leaving them to themselves. They'll have to... to deal with it, and we are going north. You have to put people aside. \n\n\" No, \" says Achkby to Trinark, \" No. We are going north, and I'm not letting anyone keep us from doing that. \"\n\n[hr]\nAchkby keeps to himself when they reach the city." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nDuring the ride to Two Stars Tiriel feels her grief harding into a tight ball of anger. Her anger and grief are so entwined that she can no longer separate the two. She glances at Thokk during the ride. His outburst had been surprising considering that he hadn't know Si'rene that well. Tiriel fights to channel her feelings into determination instead of random action and spends much of the ride in silence.\n\nOnce in town Tiriel takes her time cleaning up before returning to the common room out of her armor which she is carrying in her arms along with a leather bound roll of tools. She approaches Katrine and explains that she's going to try and locate a local black smith or armorer to help her repair her equipment.\n\n[ooc: Dr.Bob - If she can find a shop she's going to need mithral to repair her chain shirt and someone to repair her sword.\nedit: and she'll keep an eye out for silver weapons]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan remains quite during the trip, keeping to the back and his thoughts to himself, staring between Lumpy, Evandur, Thokk and Callos. At each one, a look of mixed remorse comes across his face that he quickly hides.\n\n\nAt Two Stars, Elthan quickly removes himself from the carts. \"I'm going to see if I can get a few mirrors. I'd suggest everyone try to retrieve a symbol of their patron god, and copious amounts of garlic.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk remain stoic the entire ride, merely riding along and watching everything as it passes him. Once at the town, he nods at Elthans suggestion, and wanders around lookking for a symbol to Moradin. Not finding one, he curses the people under is breath, and proceedes to the nearest blacksmith, borrows it for several mintues, and hammers out a crude symbol, a hammer. He then affixis it upon the shield and continues on his way." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSeeing that the people of that town did not react in a hostile manner, the druid decided to attempt to find a temple of Ehlonna if possible. With all the vast wilderness between towns, he was confident of at least finding a human ranger or two.\n\nHe also decides to draw some money from the group to stock up on their food. He is unsure how/where to buy them and wonders if Fizahn will tag along.\n\nOOC: not sure who i draw money from but ssathiya wants to accomplish 3 things.\n1. warn 'nature' types and get info\n2. buy food supplies\n3. figure out a way to detect oncoming attacks. up til now they'd been located quickly twice and he doesn't like being blind." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evandur \n\nEvandur sits in the cart with the body. He seems to look sad in a detached way, more like he's sad about a beautiful thing that has been broken than a friend who has died. He reaches out as though to touch Si'rene's face a couple of times but stops short befre he actualy contacts the dead flesh.\n[hr]\nOn entry to the town he searches for a shrine to Sune to pray at, distancing himself from the party." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin remains silent for most of the ride to Two Stars, responding to questions with single-word answers. She fights to keep her grief under control, knowing that she can't let it overwhelm her, believing that if it does, the panther side of her could break loose.\n\nAt the inn, Katrin simply nods when Tiriel explains what she is going to do. She also leaves the inn and wanders the streets in search of a temple of Selune, following Elthan's advice.\n\n It is ironic, isn't it? I follow Mother's lead and I end up like this... At least they won't shun me. They might even be able to help. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix confused as to where he should go, hangs around Achkby. Yix hasn't been his usual playful self, much like the othersc have not been themselves. \"Things will be all right won't they?\" Yix questions Achkby " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In the fading light, the party splits up, each member seeming lost in his or her own thoughts.\n\nBy lamplight you make some special purchases, anticipating a possible encounter with Lady Valentine. As you wander through the streets, you notice something unusual, however - there are no obvious temples to your gods.\n\nTiriel visits three different smiths, but finds them ill-prepared to repair her mithral armor. One offers to repair the chainmail with conventional steel, but this option doesn't appeal to Tiriel, and she politely declines.\n\nStymied, you reconvene in the inn to prepare for the push across the River Mulsantir.\n\n\nOOC: Let me know what items you buy. Standard prices. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn spends the first part of the journey taking careful pains to anchor himself to the cart. Once he is confidant that he won't fall off, he sleeps in short naps. He awakes every couple minutes to make sure he's not in danger of falling off the cart. He also awakes with his hand on his dagger whenever someone approaches him. He doesn't talk at all.\n\n Fizahn is relieved when they arrive at the town. He considers Trinark's proposal to change course. \"Good plan. Let's do it.\" He looks at Achkby's response to the proposal with slight confusion. \"Listen, stupid halfling, we're still going north. Noone said anything about not going north. The plan is to go north a different way. There are a few routes to the place we want to get. We're worried that they know the one we want to take, so we plan on changing routes, but still going to the same place. Do you understand now, ignorant hedonist.\"\n\n Fizahn leaves the others and heads to his room. He fingers his stained and ripped clothes and examines his unruly hair in a mirror. I need to get that cut. Shave what looks like it's almost a full-fledged beard. Plus, I need a cloak. I still haven't replaced that cloak. Thrice-damned mindflayer. I'd look good in a hat, too. Nice tri-cornered hat with a plume. With these goals in mind, Fizahn ties a gold piece around his neck and heads out into the town. \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nDisappointed that no one in town can help her repair her armor, Tiriel focuses on obtaining the garlic that Elthan had suggested while she commissions a smith to repair her sword.\n\nOnce her sword has been repaired she returns to the Inn. After listening to her friends discuss alternate routes, Tiriel approaches the Inn-keep and asks if he knows if the frozen lake is stable enough to cross.[hr]\n\n[ooc: I'm assuming that her sword can be repaired since it's steel.\nShe'd also like to pick up some powdered garlic, or if that's not possible, 20 heads. Cost?]\n Purchases: \nrepair for flamingLS = ?\n20 powdered garlic/heads of garlic = ?\n3 sheets paper = 12sp (4sp ea.) " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Callos, unfortunately, didn't truly have a goal in mind as he wandered the streets of Two Stars. Instead he was lost admist the halls of his mind, plotting and planning, trying to find some sort of plan that would allow for everything to go alright. Vampires were powerful undead, that he knew, with strength relative how powerful their were before turning. Unfortunately their strength kept growing naturally as well. Very dangerous. Espicially to fight and even harder to kill. Requiring much work...Perhaps it was time to talk to Elthan, see what the other might possibly know or think.\n\nStill keeping his eyes open for anything in particular that caught his eye, the necromancer snapped his fingers irriatably. So much to think about and so much to do!\n\n((OOC:\n\nKnowledge Religon check to see how much he knows about vampires?\n Knowledge Check - (1d20+13)[ 25 ] . Specifically how to repel and slay vampires and special attacks.))" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThe lack of temples didn't overly bother Lumpy much. He was only interested in Shaundakal's shrines, and he'd come to know those as few and far between. instead, he focuses on his needs, visiting every smithy the town has. He needed a new flail (again), and he'd settle for nothing less than the best he could find.\n\n\n((OOC: Buying a new flail. Masterwork if possible. Plus enough rations/feed to get him back up to 10 days worth for the trip ahead\n\n(3)15gp\n))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nAfter visiting the blacksmith and working his armor, he simply buys 10 days food and returns to the inn, were he polietly and silently refuses mead for the night. Instead, he wanders over to the fire, pulls out a whetstone, and begins to sharpen his sword, then proceeding to polish all his armor. After it reached a mirror bright shine, he graps a fistfull of soot, and gently rubs it all over the mail, dulling it." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur was not too hopefull of finding a shrine, so looks instead for the garlic suggested. Not a fragrance he'd been particularly fond of at any point in his life, but if it would help, it would help and a paladin has to do what a paladin has to do.\n\nHe also looks for a tendays trail rations before retiring early to bed.\n\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin finds it strange that there are no temples to be found in the city. She does purchase an extra waterskin and searches briefly for a place to fill it from, on the assumption that Trinark would be willing to bless the water, and that holy water ought to be as useful as a holy symbol against the undead.\n\nKatrin is still frowning suspiciously as she re-enters the inn.\n[hr]\n(OOC: Waterskin--1 gp)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nHaving no praying to do or any real supplies necessary, Aeroz simply wanders around the area until he finds a tavern or some other similar place. After about an hour, he goes to find the nearest member of the group." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n[OOC]For the record, his comment about proceeding was supposed to be to Trinark before they left the ambush-site.[/OOC]\n\n\" We need to keep moving as fast as we can, \" argues Achkby, \" It doesn't matter who we come across. Nothing is more important than time now. \"\n\nAchkby almost tells Yix, that yes, of course, everything would work out just fine. It's like protecting a child... except that Yix isn't really a child, and that Sheyra, fair judgement be upon her, was, and look at her now.\n\" We shall see, Yix, \" Achkby responds quietly, \" Things haven't been so great this far... I don't see that changing any time soon. \"\n\n[hr]\nAchkby wanders around aimlessly, unsure of what to do. He had never been prepared for anything, realy, just... reacted. He wasn't sure what to do now, with warning. This was all an unfamiliar process to him. Still, he tried his best, mulling over what he knew about demon-horses, vampires, and other undead.\n[OOC] Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+11=18) [/OOC]\n\nDeep in his thoughts, Achkby does eventually stumble into a spice shop.\n I have plenty of rations and don't much like garlic, but I suppose the least I can do is provide some variety. \nAchkby buys three heads of garlic (1 sp), five ounces each of fennel (5 sp) and bergamot (1.5 sp), and 10 ounces of cumin (3 sp). He also buys a pound of sugar (10 sp), a half gallon of sunflower oil (1.5 sp), a pound of raisins (10 sp), and three pounds of walnuts (9 sp). Wandering next door, he purchases two pounds of sardines (8 gp) ( Best avoid goit... ).\n\nIf he can find it, he'll purchase a scroll of Dispel Magic but he doesn't think the odds of finding such a thing are high.\n\nHe considers seeking out silvered weaponry, but realizes, realistically, that regardless of what he's weilding he won't be able to do anything to a vampire.\n\n[hr]\nWhen he meets up with the others, Achkby asks if anyone has some gold they'd like to trade for platinum pieces." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n When he rejoined the others, Callos seemed more thoughtful then usual. Granted, he was quiet most of the time recently but it was a brooding and withdrawn kind of quiet. Now the necromancer looked as if he was actually thinking about what he was doing. A couple of things struck him as needing to be done. It was only right that they should be but it was hard to put them into the proper order...better handle the most delicate one first...\n\nHe approached Tiriel (And Katrin if their hanging out together) carefully and quietly. A serious look on his face as he laid a gentle hand down unto her shoulder and gave it a supporting squeeze.\n\n\" ...Tiriel...it may be hard for you...but shouldn't we lay Si'rene to rest? This may be the last oppertunity you have to do it for a good ways. I'll even help you do it. \" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe death of his comrade and the fate of his missing companions distract him as he walks beside Fizahn in the crowds.\n\nKeeping his arms by his side and speaking in low tones, he convinces the few wary onlookers he is no threat and is treated to nothing more than prolonged stares or sideward glances.\n\nWith Fizahn's help, he secures rations to be delivered to the inn where the pack is dwelling.\n\nThe smell of the town is the same as any human settlement to ssathiya but the smell of woodsmoke and human scent is not as stifling as the larger cities. The breeze from the open plains keep the air cold, clear and crisp.\n\nHe wanders about, after parting with Fizahn, looking for individuals clad in similar raiment to those he'd met in Teflamn. A tell-tale animal companion would be a dead give away and he kept an eye out for that. He thought back to Tcha who would be somewhere in the highlands near his hunting grounds and hoped the moody reptile was content with its solitary life." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel is an open person. She plainly wears her emotions and her moods are easily read. So when Callos speaks to her he can easily see her surprise written across her features. For a moment, Tiriel doesn't know how to respond and Callos fears that he might have acted too quickly. But her features relax and after a sigh she speaks,\n\" You're right. Thank you, Callos.\n It'll be impossible to make a grave in this weather - what should we do Katrine? \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\n\"If I may be so bold to suggest,\" evendur interjects quietly,\" it is the custom among some societies to burn their dead upon a funeral pire.\"\n\nEvendur pauses for a moment, considering the positive benefits of doing such with reguards to their current plight.\n\n\"Even though it may not have been her societies preference, burning would be far easier to execute than digging holes in this frozen earth. Once it is done it would also be posible to take some of the ashes with you, a keepsake to remember her by.\"\n\nEvendur pauses for a moment before continuing in a much quieter tone.\n\n\"As for staying here, I am not of an easy disposition about doing so. This is an unholy place. No temples arround? No shrines? Whodo these people pray to? I grow more and more uneasy the longer we stay here.\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nDespite partialy knowing what Achkby's answer would be, Yix was slighly discouraged to have his beliefs confirmed. He follows Achkby around as he has no real need to go anywhere, and feels the need of a familiar face in the strange town. He doesn't buy anything, but almost doesn't follow Achkby out of the spice shop as he takes in all the aromas. Thinking of all the delicious meats that can be covered in spices Yix hurries towards the Inn to order himself a decent meal." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel finds a blacksmith with the skill and inclination to polish and hone her longsword. He admires the weapon, now returned to its mirror polish, for a moment before passing it back to her. \"It is a fine weapon m'lady. May it serve you well.\"\n\nSeveral of you collect mirrors and garlic to ward off Lady Valentine, should she make an appearance. Others create makeshift holy symbols, keeping them close at hand.\n\nThere is a strange vibe in the town, which several of you pick up on. The townsfolk are friendly enough, but somewhat reserved. When a few of you comment on the lack of shrines in the town, they either quickly change the subject or excuse themselves.\n\nTiriel learns that the River Mulsantir is indeed frozen solid, and thus will be passable for at least the next month or two. The townsfolk seem to be anticipating the arrival of the winter caravans with news and tradegoods from the west coast.\n\n...\n\nSome of you don't feel much like sleeping, choosing to polish your armor and weapons or check and double-check your gear. Your thoughts turn towards Si'rene's corpse lying silently in the back of one of the wagons.\n\nEven though you are hopefully safe within Two Star's walls, you decide to keep watch shifts in pairs ... just in case.\n\nAs it happens, the night passes uneventfully. Rising at dawn, you all share a quick traveler's breakfast and leave the strange town of Two Stars behind you.\n\nOnce Two Stars is just a dark mound on the horizon behind you, your party halts. One of the wagons is sacrificed to create a wooden funeral pyre, and Si'rene's body is laid to rest upon it. As Tiriel sets the pyre aflame, your thoughts turn towards the others whom you've lost on this journey - Wottworte, Sedryn, Linda, and that green-haired fellow. You also consider Lissa and Hajih. Are they alive or dead? How is Darius faring back in Telflamm? Did Kiah, Nyssa and Nolan make it back to their respective homes? What was the 'urgent danger' that called them back to the west?\n\nThe smoke from the funeral pyre stings your eyes, forcing you to avert your gaze. Before you lies a fork in the road. One road slopes gently downhill toward the frozen River. Another cuts to the left - the Cold Road. Which will you take?" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \nKatrin remains stonily silent thoughout the ride from Two Stars and Si'rene's cremation. When the group turns to the fork in the road, Katrin quietly says, \"I think we should try to cross the river. It would save us a lot of time--time that we need.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nUnable to find a fellow nature-aligned adventurer, the druid resigns himself to awake and head out in the morning.\n\nHe stands close to Fizahn, seemingly lost in thought while staring at the gnome's new haircut!\nAt Katrin's voice, his head jerks up and he nods wordlessly.\nHe pauses in his steps to let his eyes scan the cold plains and he silently promises his missing companions that they would be returning to find them." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tries her best to shake of the feeling of dread that shes had since they entered the clearing yesterday. Si'rene's death has made her realize that she's come to care a great deal about her traveling companions, new and old.\nAfter having spent a good part of last evening making \"garlic-bombs,\" she feels more confident and resolved to see this \"quest\" through to the end. So it is only with a slight hesitation that she agrees with Katrine,\n\" Whichever way we go, they'll follow. We hadn't firmly decided on a route before they took Haijh and Lissa so I think it's safe to say that they'll be watching both roads.\nAnd since that's the case, I vote for the shorter, and quicker, route. \"\n ______________________________\n [ edit: I've revised my ooc post, with a question for Dr.Bob ]'\n\n[Tiriel's garlic bombs - 20 loosely packed and tied sachets of paper filled with powdered garlic.\nShe'll distribute one to everyone (12 including Trinark), keeping one for herself and giving the extra to our best \"shots\" who won't be entering melee. Looks like that's Achkby and Fizahn - who wants the extra 7 them?]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Bad idea. If we simply cross the river, then chances are we're just blundering into an ambush. Not to mention, I don't believe we can outrun them. At this point, with the river frozen, I think our best bet is the mountains...that is if Sethra didn't seem to just \"know\" were we are.. \"\n\nThe necromancer broke off, a frustrated look on his face as he contemplated the problem in front of them. It should be much easier then this, in fact it was but none of them would go for it. Best to at least put it out there...\n\n\" Best plan at this point is simple...split up between the two paths. Look at it this way, scrying is a simplish sort of act. You focus on a single place, item, or person and the spell allows you to see them, right? What happens if Sethra focuses on the object he has been for awhile and finds half of us missing? Two possible things. The first is that he assumes the other half died and focuses on one group. The other is that he figures out we split up and has to divide his time between scrying on both groups, not to mention anything else he needs to keep tabs on. Both solutions are a win. If he thinks half of us are dead, then some of us can act freely against him while the other acts as he expects them to act. If he catches on to the ruse, then we force him to spend more time watching us, AND split up his forces to try and counter our movements. The downside is that both groups could very well be overwhelmed by what Sethra sends against them. Barring this sort of action...best choice is the mountains. While Sethra may be able to find us, at least we can hide from Valentine and whatever she has with her. Trying to outrun them is simply not an option. \"\n\nIt was a solid, enough, arguement but he knew that it would never really work. The bonds between the different people were too great in order for them to split up for the sake of something like better chances. After all, look at what they had already been through and survived! Thokk in particular seemed angry enough to want to get caught by their pursuers. So what else was there to do? He had said his piece, and now it was back to his persanol business. Giving a long and tired yawn, Callos climbed out of the wagon and stepped over towards Ackby (Last time I checked he had his own horse...). He wanted to speak with the halfling but it was best to wait until they were decided about the course of action.\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Ain't so simple no more. I figure it's more than just magic on us now, they might well be tracking us the old fashioned way too. Certainly they're in the area, and there ain't no way we're gonna go no where without leaving a noticable trail. \"\n\nLumpy furrows his brow as he thinks,\n\n\" It boils down ta taking the surer route over the quicker one. If we head east, we can follow roads pretty much straight ta the iron lord, but that's prolly expected'a us, and roads are easy ta set ambush on. If we go north, we have ta cross this big lake.. Ashane, I think, instead'a this river. Now the elf- Si'rene- \" He adds her name almost as a respectful afterthought,\n\" - wasn't sure if the lake'd be passable right now. Either it's unfrozen enough that we can boat across somehow, or frozen enough that we can walk it, which is stretching it. Anything else, and we might end up losing all kinds'a time. It ain't an easy choice, but I'm still more fer the long way. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "{ooc: Dr.Bob - you said that the rive is frozen, but Tiriel asked about the lake, is that frozen as well?}" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur smiles vaguely, remembering someof his training.\n\n\"I think that we now come to one of the many parabels. Take the smooth, short, easy road down to evil, or take the dificult, long, winding root up towards good. Though it would be more dificult to take the winding path it has better results in the end. I choose to follow the Cold Road.\"\n\nEvendur turns to the left fork.\n\n\"Besides, as Callos said, if one group fails, then there will still be another which may slip past Sethra's creatures and get the message through.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shakes his head in response to Callos' plan.\n\n\" A month ago, I would have said the same thing, \" says the halfling from astride Bess, \" But that hasn't worked. We saw what splitting up got us... or rather, lost us. We need to stick together.\n\n\"Lumpy, I agree, we can't try to outrun them. That's why we need to go straight ahead. We won't avoid them going around, we'll still have to make a river crossing, and it'll take long whether we have an ambush or not. We need to press ahead. \"\n\n[hr]\nAchkby almost says Fizahn should take the garlic, seeing as the gnome wasn't nearly so useful in combat, but he doesn't. It'll just make people mad, and besides... then he'd be responsible for turning back the vampire, and we shouldn't be dependent on him.\nAchkby asks for the garlic himself, saying that's he's an excellent shot -- the regional champion rock-thrower as a kid." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix turns his head between the two paths as if studying them intently. \"We'll meet our fate no matter which way we go, might as well get it over with.\" Yix says after musing over the question for a few minutes " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"It could very well be best to split up temporarily. It's worked for us before, and if there are only three of them, they should only go after one group at a time.\"\n\nElthan maneuvers his cart to prepare to go down the left road. \"I'll go with Evandur. If we could take Tiriel, Trinark, Callos, and, perhaps Yix, I think we might have two balanced groups.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel recalls hearing that, although the River Mulsantir is frozen across its narrowest point, Lake Ashane itself likely won't freeze all the way across for another month, if at all. On the other hand, there are rumors of \"witchboats\" that cross the Lake through the entire winter that might provide way across the Lake if you take the Cold Road north.\n\nAlthough it is well known that vampires can not cross running water, it is not clear whether a frozen river would be a barrier to Lady Valentine's passage.\n\nTrinark, huddled under a thick blanket, shakes his head. \"Perhaps Lady Valentine isn't traveling overland ... Do not forget that passage though the Upperdark can be almost as rapid as travel on the surface ... And it is certainly more comfortable ...\"\n\nEach of you looks at each other uncertainly. Is it time to split up again?" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Splitting up wouldn't be the wisest idea. Sure our enemies need to split their resources if we do, but that leaves us just as vulnerable. We have a lot less than they do, meaning we have more to lose splitting up than they do. I mean, not to seem insensitive, but look at what happened to Lissa, Hajh and Elthan. With a few more people on hand, that ambush may have gone a lot better for them. \" Aeroz states bluntly as he waits for the party to come to some kind of agreement." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel exchanges a knowing look with Katrine before speaking.\n\" Aeroz is right, and after what happened the last time we split up, I'm not eager to do it again. \" she stops and considers the addition of the Underdark to the current travel puzzle.\n\" While we were in Two Stars I asked about crossing the Lake Ashane. The lake isn't likely to be frozen for another month but there was talk of some kind of 'witch boats' that cross even in winter. We could take the Cold road and then go east, cross the lake, and then straight to Immilmar. The other path is to cross the closer River Mulsantir and then proceed north. \n It's not a path we'd considered before and it certainly sounds quicker than the northern overland route. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n\nAchkby looks confused. \" Can't we go straight across the river immediately? \"\n\n[OOC]I'm not sure why I'm so confused... I think I may not know exactly where our destination is on that map.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You pore over the map that Si'rene had been carrying. It looks like your ultimate goal is Immilmar, the seat of the Iron Lord.\n\nOne way to go would be \"straight ahead\", meaning almost directly east from Two Stars across the frozen River Mulsantir (the narrow straight of water connecting Lake Ashane to the north and Lake Mulsantir to the south). This path will lead you to Mulsantir itself. Leaving Mulsantir, you would cut to the north through Rashemen. This seems to be the route favored by Tiriel.\n\nAn alternative path would be to \"turn left\", or head more directly north from Two Stars, following the road that lies just west of Lake Ashane (along the letters ASHANATH on the map). This path is also known as \"the Cold Road\". Eventually, you would have to try to cross Lake Ashane to get to Immilmar. Maybe the \"witchboats\" can help, if they even exist. Maybe the Lake will be frozen solid to allow passage on foot. This path seems to be the one that Elthan favors." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur frowns.\n\n\"I would be more comfortable going north at the moment. If themajority are unwilling to split the party or go north, then I will follow them. I do not know this area well enough to make my way on my own.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"I guess I'll stick with Tiriel, although I'm not in favor of splitting up the group. We have too much to lose by that, like Aeroz said. And after the last time... I don't think going through the Underdark--even if we remain close to the surface--would be a good idea.\"\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "So far the votes seem to be as follows:\n\n QUESTION: Stay together? \n\nSplit up: Callos, Elthan\nDon't split up: Aeroz, Achkby\n\n QUESTION: Which way? \n\nCross the River: Katrin, Lumpy, Achkby\nTake the Cold Road: Evendur, Elthan\n\n QUESTION: What would the pseudodragon do? \n\nWhatever: Yix\n\n\nSome sort of decision needs to be made ..." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk mulls over the decision. At this point, he really didn't care what happened to him, as long as they could finally put a stop to it all. He finally speaks up...\n\n \"Stick together. We should stay as a group. Bad things could happen, lads, and we are stronger together then we are apart.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian squints at the map that Flame-sword lays out and thinks.\n\n Up north and across the lake would be quickest. But i know nothing of this land and of the lake \n\nHe hears suggestions of splitting up but does not raise his head to join the discussion, confident that the recent massacre would force them to be more cautious.\n\nHe also studies the direct overland route from Mulsantir to Immelmar without the roads. His lack of familiarity yet another worry for him.\n\nRoads supposedly signified safety in warmblood lands. Shaking his head he studies his companions.\n\n \"Can we take boat from here...\" \nHe points to Mulsantir\n \"to here.\" \nHe moves his single extended claw up Lake Ashane to Immelmar.\n\n \"I can paddle canoe\" , he says seeking to be helpful." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" This is what I mean. I merely pointed out that it was probably our best bet, and people are already turning it down. I just thought I should point that out. \"\n\nHe said abit boredly. Afterall, it wasn't like it had gone in an interesting direction. They had reacted how he had thought they would, to a certain degree.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark sides with the druid, though whether this is simply out of friendship or because of some premonition is not clear.\n\nIt is agreed, then, to keep the party together, and to take the Cold Road north, hoping for quick passage across Lake Ashane to Immilmar. Elthan, who had initially suggested splitting up, shrugs at the decision to stay together. He had already turned his cart toward the north anyway.\n\nThe next several days are uneventful. You keep the Lake to your right, following the path (hardly worth calling a 'road') northward. The plain remains flat and featureless, with thin grasses bowing before the cold westerly winds. On occasion you see dark herds of wild oxen roaming aimlessly. The sky remains gray and threatening, though no snow falls.\n\nThis plain, called Ashanath, appears to be untouched and uninhabited. The lizardman, sensing the untapped richness of its dark earth, wonders aloud why humans had never bothered to settle this region.\n\nOne evening, Callos pores over the map, noting how close you had passed to Thay, the northernmost province of the Mulhorandi empire. Perhaps this proximity has something to do with the emptyness of the land?\n\n...\n\nAround noon of the third day, you spot a hunched figure crouching beside a wooden signpost along the road in the distance." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin rides quietly, sticking close to Tiriel. When she sees the figure beside the signpost, she silently berates herself for forgetting to ask Trinark if he could bless her extra waterskin, thinking that the figure could be any type of creature. She approaches cautiously.\n\n(OOC: How is the figure dressed (in peasantish rags, travelling clothes, etc.) Is it possible to determine his/her race from this distance?)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Callos knew that there was something important about being this close to the province Thay. There had to be and it was nagging at the back of his skull quite a bit. But he couldn't for the life of it figure it out! But now there was a new event and it looked like Ackby wouldn't be needing a talk after all. But now this figure leaning against the sign post.\n\n\" So...I take it that it would be considered bad form to simple lightening bolt that person and continue on our way? Or should I handle it like I did the wolf? \" He asked dryly. Joking of course, anyone could tell that just from his tone but he figured it had been a while since he had so readily quipped. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As you cautiously approach, it looks as though there are actually two people huddled together under a ragged blanket. They appear to be arguing." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy unstraps his guisarme without a word. In a way neither threatening or wholy casual, he slips the butt of the polearm into his left stirrup as they near the figure(s) by the roadside. He'd had enough surprises lately, and he wasn't going ot be caught unprepared on the off chance that something was amiss.\n\nEven if they were benign and took offense. . . well, he'd started fights over less." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiya, Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid had been more content to sit in the last cart and squint into the wilderness surrounding them.\n\nHe was keeping an eye out for any 'surprises' from the sides or the back.\n\nWhen they run into the huddled figures, he rises up and studies them with a frown.\n\nLooking at Elthan and Trinark, he says the thought foremost in the minds of most,\n\n \"Trap?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Almost certainly,\" replies the drow, shading his eyes.\n\nAs you approach closer, you realize that the scale of the situation is off somehow. The two figures huddled together are unusually large. Even though they are crouching, they are obviously much larger than human-sized.\n\nThe signpost they are sitting by is also much larger than you expected, a massive oak post with three large arms pointing in different directions.\n\nThree lumpy sacks dangle from the wooden arms. As your brains process the correct scale of the figures and signpost, you realize that each sack appears to contain a humanoid - two are the size of an adult human, the third appears to be a child. All three sacks wiggle slightly. Whoever they are, they are alive.\n\nThe hunched figures continue to argue underneath their ragged (but giant) blanket. \"That wouldn't work, idiot! They'd both die!\" shouts one." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel shoots Callos a glare, \" Very funny. Haha. You'd better not run a repeat of that. \" She turns her attention back to the figures in question and as their size, and their captives, becomes apparent she remembers some of the tales she'd heard as a child.\n\" Giants usually live near mountains, right? \" she asks in a serious tone while drawing her sword." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n As they approached closer, seeing how very tall the two figures actually were, Callos couldn't help but give a surprised whistle. Those two were big. Really big. And from the looks of it were carrying a packed family with them, and that really rankled him. Turning to glance at Tiriel he gave a smug smile and pulled his spellbook out of his robes.\n\n\" Sure you don't want to revise you opinion, Ms. I-Hug-Acidic-Demons? Given the circumstances, and that no one has really heard of plain giants, I think I may actually be justified this time. \"\n\n((Ready an action: Lightening Bolt if the two giant humaniods under the blanket make a hostile action.))\n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur's eyes smoulder with anger at the sight of thse giants with their humanoid packs. Still, he holds it in check, face set as if it is a physical effort, and calls out to the creatures.\n\n\"Hail, giants. What carry you there in yonder sacks?\"\n\nHe is, as usual, traveling in his apparent travelers garb, but his shield is strapped to the side of the horse over his left leg for ease of reach and his sword lies in it's scabard on his left hip. He loosens it with his right hand, hiding the movement behind his heft arm, hand slipping easily into the well made grip, resting against the pomel, ready to draw it at a moment's notice." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nAs the depth of the scene ahead unfolds, Lumpy begins to form a course of action. They held the advantage in numbers, and for the moment, the advantage of surprise. Together, those gave them control of the battle that might lie ahead.\n\nEncirclement was the most obvious plan. Split a few off to the side a ways and run the wagon down the road as a distraction. At best, they'd catch them completely off-guard, and at worst, they'd have them flanked from the start. Taking stock of his mounted companions, he makes his considerations. The dwarf he wanted with the wagon, in case something went wrong, and the pretty boy was too flashy to bring along for any subterfuge. Given the general exposure of the flanking group, he also wanted solid combatants- no sense throwing a handful of wizards in the path of what might be giants desperate for outlet. That didn't leave many. Tiriel, and the elf. Wonderful.\n\nKeeping his silence, he gestures towards the two of them, then points off to the side of the road beside the giant figures, indicating they should follow him." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid gives a rather disgusted look at the blanket. It seemed a very poor attempt to bait travellers on the road.Especially if you barely hid yourself!\n\nHe recalled a folktale about a lizardkin that believed it could't be seen once it hid behind anything and closed its eyes . He recalled that it got eaten with a certain sense of satisfaction.\n\nHe wondered if the blanket and its occupants was simply a distraction from a real ambush. That would be cunning. He studies the surrounding ground looking for signs of 'trapdoors'.\n\nSpot: 19 + 3 =21\nOOC: yes!" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Edgar, what the hells are you pointing at. Not everyone can understand hand gestures. You could just go and say what you had in mind. That could help \" Aeroz speaks silently enough for Lumpy to hear it, and hopefully so that the \"giant\" or whatever it was could not." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix shows interest in the people behind the blanket, but feels the others have the situation well covered. He stays on the cart waiting to see if he is needed." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs they begin to approach, Achkby unhooks his spear from its place on Bess, hoping to look menacing, but quicky replaces it when he realised that it would appear little more than a twig to the immense figures they were approaching. He puts the spear on his back and pulls for a spell, instead.\n\n[OOC]Ready the same action as Callos :P[/OOC]" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n Elthan nods his head to the Lizard. \"Most definitely.\" He looks suspiciously at the covered pair and counts the hours. About noon, so the Armor I cast at morning should have worn off . He gets up from the cart and cast the spell, then maneuvers to the side of the cart away from the 'giants' to provide cover in case of the decision to attack.\n\nHe watches as Evandur heads directly towards the giants, and seems ready to object to the open move, but checks himself before making his presence just as obvious.\n\n(OOC: As a habit from now on, Elthan will be Mage Armored every six hours, for a total of eighteen hours of the day (thus the first two hours of sleep). Being noon, he will now have 5 1st level spells left. He cast Mage Armor, and readies to cast Slow )\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Why don't you take your spell book and... \" She notices that Evendur has hailed the blanket covered figures, \" What the hell is he doing? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Yeah well you can put that flaming sword in the same place Shiney. \" Chuckling, the noise trailed off as Evendur approached the two figures and hailed them. This was some kind of joke, right? He didn't just do that...did he? Amusement changed into exasperation as he flipped to the right page of his spell book. He might not look intimdating, a bit creepy, but that didn't mean that he didn't pack a punch.\n\n(Same readied action!)\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin reaches for her crossbow and loads it, and aims it carefully on the nearer of the two giants.\n\n(OOC: Ready action: shoot at the giant if it is hostile or shows immediate intent to eat or otherwise hurt the people in the bags.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan pulls back on the reins, slowing down the cart horse. Callos, sitting beside the half-elf, pulls out his spellbook. Trinark and Fizahn watch from the rear of the cart with Yix perched on the drow's head.\n\nThe lizardman hops off the back of the cart. His eyes scan from side to side for any booby-traps, but he finds none.\n\nThokk and Katrin, on horseback, flank the cart protectively. Achkby, on his pony, rides beside Katrin.\n\nFollowing Lumpy's lead, Tiriel follows. Sighing, Aeroz follows them as well. The three riders swing wide, approaching the signpost from an oblique direction.\n\nEvendur trots forward, boldy hailing the figures.\n\n...\n\nThe \"figures\" stand, throwing off the ragged tent-sized blanket. For a moment, you are a bit confused by what you see ...\n\nInstead of two figures, you see a single, giant creature that would likely stand more than 15 feet tall if it weren't so hunched over. The creature has thick, rubbery gray skin and two heads that continue to argue with each other even as they peer curiously at your approach. The heads are covered with thick fleshy tendrils instead of hair. Each head features a long, pointy nose and a mouth filled with large, sharp fangs.\n\nOne troll-like head monitors the flanking trio of riders, the other watches the main party. The head watching Lumpy and company appears to be wearing a crude pair of spectacles.\n\n\"Giants? Where?\"\n\n\"It means us, imbecile.\"\n\nThe creature does not appear alarmed. One arm reaches back absent-mindedly and slings the three sacks over one shoulder. Muffled cries are audible.\n\nThe \"child\" redoubles its efforts to wriggle free. A head pokes through a tear in its sack. Her face, though upside-down, is surprisingly familiar ..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix realizes that now is probably the time for action. He hops off the drow's head and races for the Giant (or perhaps Ettin in this case) his tail flitting wildly ready to strike." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "The head poking out of the sack is not, in fact, that of a human child. It's a gnome, with medium-brown skin and a long blonde braid that's currently dangling several inches above the snow. A gnome who looks about ready to kill something.\n\nCan it be? Could Lissa have really cheated death (and undeath) again? Sure looks like it.\n\n \"-MAGGOTY PIECE OF GRISTLE, LET ME GO OR BARAVAR HELP ME, I'LL-\" The high-volume tirade cuts off abruptly as Lissa notices the party. Her eyes nearly bug out of her head, and it looks like her mouth would have fallen open if gravity weren't currently preventing that. \"My prayers have been answered! Thank you, thank you, thank you Baravar Cloakshadow! Would you mind terribly helping me out? These poxy knots are frozen solid, and my fingers aren't much better, else I'd have been out of here the first night this pair of gods-forsaken meatheaded imbeciles caught me.\" Lissa looks decidedly miffed at having to admit that she got caught by a two-headed giant. \n\n\nOOC: You thought you'd got rid of me, didn't you? 😁" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n No way! Theres no way that could possibly be....! ...Could there!\n\n It wasn't the smartest thing he could do, he knew it but it was also the quickest way that he could get answers without this thing trying to make a run for it. Clearing his throat and calling out from the wagon.\n\n\" Hey Delphiana or Lissa! If thats you then give a shout out! \" He called out towards the troll-like two headed creature. This couldn't be good either. If it was one of those two, and he was looking very closely at the peeking female head, then that meant there would be little if any negotiation. Wait if it was Delphiana then that meant Nolan and.... The necromancer gave a disgruntled groan at the thought of the clever nercomanceress who travelled with Nolan but still...she didn't deserve to be eaten! \" Mystara, someone either make with the diplomacy! I don't know how much longer we can stay here like this and not fight with them.\" This time he wasn't calling out loudly. It was muttered to Elthan and Ackby as he glanced at the two of them. Only a moment latter and he began to weave his fingers in a new way, chanting loudly with a sonorous rthymn.\n\n(Cast Shatter, focused verison, on the cloth bag Lissa is in. )\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel recognizes the gnome's voice spewing insults from inside the bag. \" It's Lissa, which means that Hajih is probably in one of the other sacks. Do we talk or fight? \"\nTiriel's voice is slightly hushed so that it only carries to those closest to her." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" If it is Col. Bluehat, he only gets two deaths. Once number three comes, I'm leaving him where he drops \" Aeroz mutters as he hears Tiriel's comment and advances towards the multiheaded giant.\n\nElevating his voice so that the others can hear him now, he states \" Yes, because riding up to it and stating 'we do look like we are about to attack you, but we really just want to talk' really would make them take us seriously. Though having no bloodshed would be a nice change of pace. \"\n\nHe then changes the direction of his speech to the giant(s)\n\n\" Hello, Misters Giant! Would you mind letting our friends, which you have in those sacks of yours go? I'm sure we can come to some kind of peaceful arrangement! \"\n\nAs he gets closer to the giant," }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe yellow braid dangling down and the voice that piped up grabbed the lizardman's attention from the surroundings.\n\nHe gives a loud bellow of rage. Catching his shield which Trinark tosses from the cot he begins stalking the creature, flanking him in the other direction from Lumpy.\n\nHis face was an unpleasant mask that promised the two-headed creature pain. Lots of it.\n\nHowever he hangs back from attacking.\n\nProbably to safeguard the hostages but also because he knew that this was a wandering beast that would soon be dead if it did not act wisely and that the real enemy were wandering packs of demons and the dead.\n\nHe studies the creature carefully identifying vulnerabilities.\nOOC: Knowledge(Nature)= 20(Nat) + 6 = 26\ngreat. i crit on a minor skill." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n What?! Lissa? With a... a two-headed troll-beast? What's going on here? \n\nAchkby very nearly unleashes his spell, but Evendur is in the way. He considers blasting the creature anyways, but then Aeroz interposes himself, too, and Achkby holds back.\nStaying silent, he dismounts from Bess and steps a little ways to the side, in the direction that the Druid has moved." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n What the-- does that thing have two heads?\n Katrin whispers back to Tiriel. \"I don't know, but it's looking like a fight as far as I can tell. I just don't want to get Lissa or anyone hurt...\"\n Katrin tries to adjust her aim so that she could hit the two-headed giant without hitting the sacks." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Upon seeing Lissa's head poke out, Thokk breaks his previous silence\n\n \"The Gnomette!\" \n \"Ach, wee lassie! I be commin for yer!\" \n\nThokk leaves the flanking group and rides foward to present a more intimidating front with the other three" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You converge on the fell troll from several directions.\n\nHe/they straightens/straighten up slightly, standing more than twice the height of a tall human. One massive hand grabs Lissa, still restrained from the neck down. She wriggles helplessly as the troll squeezes her torso until she squeaks.\n\n\"I wouldn't do that if I were you,\" says the bespectacled head.\n\n\"Why not?\" asks the other head.\n\n\"Not YOU, cretin! THEM!\"\n\nThe trolls speak in surprisingly clear common tongue." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n\n Tiriel sheaths her sword and shouts so that everyone can hear her,\n\" Everyone stop. Let's try talking before we jump into an action we'll regret later. \" She holds up her empty hands before addressing the troll.\n\n\" I'd like to apologize for our actions...err, sir. You see we'd lost a few of our friends and everyone got a bit excited when we saw that you'd found them. \n\" I'd like offer you my, no, our gratitude for finding our friends. We've been very worried about them. \"\n\nTiriel finds herself slipping into formal phrasing while she tries to accept that, yes it is holding Lissa and yes, it seems to be an intelligent troll, well maybe half of it.\n\nif needed, diplomacy check: 1d20+3=13 " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " \"ACK!\" Lissa, determined as ever, tries valiantly to squirm free of the giant's hold. It doesn't take long for her to determine that escape just isn't going to happen while giant fingers are crushing her ribcage. She stops struggling and concentrates on getting air into her rather compressed lungs. \n\nIf looks were Disintegration rays, this giant would be a pile of ash." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur\n\n Evendur looks wrinkles his nose momentarialy at the sight of the Etin unveiling itself, but removes his hand from his sword and lets it fall to his side. He carries on from where Tiriel left off.\n\n\"You see our friends are very dear to us and we'd be very upset if anything unfortunate hapened to them. All we ask is for them to be left unharmed. We don't mean you any harm as long as you don't hurt them.\"\n\n[Diplomacy check:1d20+4= 14 . heh, no better, realy than Tiriels. Maybe Evendur should just have kept quiet.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Hmm.\"\n\n\"Hmm.\"\n\nThe fell troll relaxes somewhat, sinking back into a gnarled crouch again. Above him, the enormous signpost points in three directions. One arrow points back the way you came and is labeled \"Two Stars\". Another arrow points back to the southwest - \"Tammar\". The third arrow points north - \"Kront\".\n\nThe bespectacled troll gestures with its free hand. \"Yes, well, I can understand that of course ... STOP IT!\"\n\nThe other head, which was just about to start nibbling on Lissa as if she were some sort of candy bar, lowers its hand, closes its mouth and starts sulking.\n\nThe bespectacled troll continues. \"Actually, you seem like intelligent and civilized folk (unlike some people I know ...). Perhaps you could help me with a challenging riddle that has been plaguing me ever since it was told to me by a passing pilgrim.\"\n\nThe other head brightens up at the mention of the pilgrim. \"Juicy!\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe gutteral clicks and rattles emanating from the lizardman's throat are a good sign that he isn't interested in talking.\n\nHowever.. He isn't moving to attack.. just yet" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nWith a bit of boldness, Elthan strikes out from behind his cart and takes his position besides those who had already struck forward. \"I'll help you with your riddle,\" he says, stepping forward and raising his hand, \"Solve it even, but! Only on the condition you give us those two in the sacks and the gnome immediatly afterward.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The fell troll considers.\n\n\"There are three parts to the riddle. For each part you solve, we will surrender a sack (with the person inside), as you requested. Deal?\" The troll peers at you over his crude glasses.\n\n\"Or no deal?\" suggests the other head hopefully, licking his lips." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at Elthan, \" I don't think we have much of a choice. I hope you're as good at these things as you said.\" As an afterthought she whispers, \" Make sure that we're allowed to ask questions and guess incorrectly, we're helping him, not passing a test. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan nods in acknowledgment to the troll. \"A fair deal.\" He takes a seat on the cold ground and awaits for the first riddle." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, very well lad. As well, yer seem to have a pretty good grasp o' common. Speak any other tounges?\" \n \"Maybe sharp gob speak?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix stops his perilous charge, when he realizes that the group has decided to take the two-headed beast up on its offer.\n\n\nHe sits down with the group and scratches his head waiting for the riddle. However, the more he thinks about it the more he knows that he is really bad at riddles." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby slides sideways to stand with the main group, putting his spear point-down in the dirt. He doesn't drop his guarded posture, but he seems willing to give diplomacy a try before blasting the beast to pieces." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin lowers her crossbow, but keeps it loaded. She sits quietly on her horse and waits for the riddle to be asked, still wondering about how this giant could have two heads." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The fell troll sits down crosslegged, tucking Lissa in the crook of one elbow. The other two sacks continue wriggling on its back.\n\nClearing his throat, the bespectacled troll begins to speak:\n\n\"According to the pilgrim, once upon a time, the great wizard Thayd led a rebellion of mages against Mulhorand and Unther, capturing their kings and seizing their territories for himself.\n\n\"The great wizard Thayd was, as you might expect, subequently the target of many assassination attempts, including many attempts at poisoning.\n\n\"In those days, there was a special category of poisons that were undetectable by mundane or magical means. The only way to neutralize one of these poisons would be to ingest an even more potent poison within a short period of time. The stronger poison would neutralize the weaker poison, leaving the drinker of both unharmed.\n\n\"The great wizard Thayd naturally wanted the most potent poison possible for himself, so that he could neutralize any future poisoning attempts. The great wizard Thayd was very crafty. He devised a clever plan, calling for the defeated Untherite and Mulhorandi kings to be brought before him.\n\n\"'King of Unther and King of Mulhorand, you will each have your greatest alchemists devise the most potent poison they can. At the appointed time, you will drink the other king's poison, then your own. The one with the strongest poison will survive. The one with the weaker poison will die.'\n\n\"The great wizard Thayd knew that the kings' alchemists would try their best to save their regents by genuinely creating the most potent poison they could. The wizard also knew that there would be no collaboration between the Untherites and the Mulhorandi, because of the great enmity between their two peoples.\n\n\"The Mulhorandi king was secretly pleased by the challenge because he knew that the greatest alchemists of the entire East were Mulhorandi. He was certain that the poison the Mulhorandi alchemists created would be the more potent one.\n\n\"The Untherite king was secretly afraid of the challenge because he knew that the greatest alchemists of the entire East were Mulhorandi. He was certain that the poison the Mulhorandi alchemists created would be the more potent one.\n\n\"But the Untherite king was also very, very crafty. He devised a clever plan to ensure that he would win the challenge. At the appointed time, when the two kings stood before the great wizard Thayd, the Untherite king downed the Mulhorandi liquid first, then his own with a smile on his face, confident that he would live and that the Mulhorandi king would die.\"\n\nThe fell troll pauses dramatically.\n\n\"The first riddle is this: What was the Untherite king's clever plan?\"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur\n \nEvendur shrugs, looking completely lost already. He looks arround at the others, hoping someone was better at this than he." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman had not sat down. He instead stood and glared at the troll with suspicion.\n\nHowever, he couldn't help hearing the story the troll recited. It was similar to the lizardfolktales, his people shared over the fire.\n\nWhile he had trouble puzzling out certain details, others stood out plainly obviously. And his eyes lose focus on the troll as his mind becomes occupied with the riddle" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan rest his chin on his hand, bowing his head deeply in contemplation. After a minute, he speaks up, solemnly. \"I really... Should have studied a broader range of histories.\" He looks up and smiles, \"That shouldn't matter, they're only details to a story anyway.\"\n\n\"Once I was in a riddle contest you know,\" he yarns, \"Back in Amn. Before I developed any talent for magic I had set myself to join the local branch of the military, and often, to pass the time, we would hold a sort of 'Loser's Out' tournament. After I had played for a while I quit the competition, for I simply had not the patience to deal with, for three hours, a seemingly endless number of short rhymes that alluded to simple objects. This riddle, I like. An honest to the gods logical puzzle, rather than some simple poem of association. Oh yes,\" he broadens into a grin, much similar to that which could be found on a child about to knock over his toys, or a smith about to break into and deconstruct an Apparatus of Kwalash, \"I'm going to have fun with this one.\"\n\nHe leans backwards, holding his knees so as not to fall all the way, and continues to ramble on. \"So, let's break this down and collect the conditions. We have two Kings who must each create a poison as potent as one could be made. The poisons in question can only be countered by imbibing a greater poison, and the greatest poison of all no doubt lies in the hands of the Mulhorandi. But! The Untherite King is certain that upon drinking his rivals, and then his own (and his rival his and then his rivals own) that he should live and that his rival should perish.\"\n\n\"By this, we could fall to the conclusion that the Untherite King had concocted a deadlier agent, but this contradicts the previous fact that the Mulhorandi are deserved of that honor only. If he cannot have created the greater substance, and the thought that he had simply followed along with the proceedings and created a lesser poison already right out, what then? What if he had failed to create anything at all, and merely substituted his entry with a substance of nill effect? Why, then they would both die. So, how does one counteract the great poison of the Mulhorandi if one cannot hope to best them strait forward? One must then clearly use the Mulhorandi Kings strength against him, by using it to negate a lesser poison, thus canceling the affect of either.\"\n\n\"So I would say this is the Unther Kings plan; Prior to event, just shortly so, he would consume a poison of the weakest caliber, so that upon drinking the Mulhorandi poison, they would negate, and he would be unharmed and free to wash his throat with his own brew. Meanwhile, the Mulhorandi would consume the useless Untherite substance, and then, upon drinking his own, poison himself, and, die.\"\n\nHe leans forward now, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his both fisted hands, beaming clearly his pleasure with his own cleverness and the excitement of a new challenge. He looks back at the others and gives a content sigh.\n\n Deductive reasoning is so much more fun when you have an audience to explain it to. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix looks confused for a second as it takes him awhile to digest what Elthan just said, but he nods his head in agreement at Elthan's surmising. \"Is that against the rules?\" Yix asks seeing how easy this answer seemed when it was explained. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\" Of that contest, yes. The Untherite king was more concerned with his survival at that point. However, the riddle does not imply that both kings would honour the rules set out for the contest. Elthan is correct. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As Elthan explains his reasoning, one of the heads starts to doze off. It tilts backwards eyes closed, and a giant rivulet of drool snakes its way down its cheek.\n\nThe bespectacled head, however, nods vigorously. \"I agree. That is exactly what I proposed to the pilgrim! The pilgrim confirmed that this is exactly what occurred!\"\n\nThe troll reaches around back and tosses one of the sacks towards you. It lands heavily near Elthan with an \"OOOF!!!\"\n\nThe nodding and tossing shakes the other head awake. Its eyes snap open, \"Eat now?\" The bespectacled head ignores the question.\n\n\"But the pilgrim went on to say that when the Untherite king downed the Mulhorandi potion (to neutralize the weak poison he had ingested earlier) then his own (fake) potion, the Untherite king died a prolonged and horrible death, much to his surprise and dismay.\n\n\"The Mulhorandi king drank the Untherite (fake) potion, then his own potion, and suffered no ill effects, winning the contest.\n\n\"And then the pilgrim added that the great wizard Thayd was shortly thereafter assassinated by poison, much to his surprise and dismay. Thus did Mulhorand recapture the land that came to be known as Thay, and thus did Unther and Mulhorand remain mortal enemies, their hatred lasting to this day.\n\n\"The second riddle is this: How did the Mulhorandi king outwit both the Untherite king and the great wizard Thayd?\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nHaving kept silent until know, Lumpy snorts a chuckle. He wasn't all that great at riddles, but he knew a thing or two about dealing with deceit.\n\n\" Since the Mulhorandi likewise knew the Untherite couldn't make the better poison, it ain't hard ta assume he'd watch fer trickery. If he'd guessed the Untherite's plan, all he had ta do was bring a fake poison himself. The Untherite drinks his poison beforehand, then two fake potions and dies, while the Mulhorandi drinks two fake potions and lives. \"\n\nHe actually smirks slightly,\n\n\" Much ta the wizard's misfortune. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stays quite knowing that logic and puzzles aren't her strong suite.\n\nWhen Elthan solves the first puzzle and the troll throws down the first sack, Tiriel dismounts and cuts it open freeing whoever is inside." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan ignores the dozing head, understanding the impact he often has on less attentive individuals. Though, to be said, it was strange to have only half a person paying attention.\n\nHe responds rather quickly to this one, but is more concise that previously. \"This is actually slightly simpler than the last. Lumpy is quite right; Understanding the Untherites plan, the simplest way to kill two birds would be to bring his own facsimile to the stand-off; The Untherite thus poisons himself.\"\n\n\"It is also that he understands Thayds motives, and thus leads Thayd to believe the Mulhorandi have concocted a great poison by the events. Being so misled, Thayd will thus procure it for his protection. Once in the face of death, Thayd drinks the brew in hopes to counter-act the poison he received, but because he has been tricked, dies.\"\n\nHe leans back again, this time spreading his legs forward and sending his arms backwards to hold himself up. \"It's a shame I don't have any good riddles to give you as well. I've always been good at solving, but I've always lacked that necessary element to create a decent puzzle.\" he says candidly.\n\nHe whimsically turns the others, \"I bet ten gold Hajih is in the first sack.\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Despite having new short hair and a brown three cornered hat with a dark green plume, Fizahn is not any more sociable. He is now wearing black trousers, a dark green coat trimmed with gold, and a black cloak with a hood. The cloak's hood does not appear to be of much use to him at this time, as he is quite enjoying his hat. The coat seems specially fitted to go over his chain shirt.\n\n He doesn't seem to be bothered by the people under the blanket at first. As they approach and he sees that the sacks obviously contain someone alive, and he's pretty sure he knows who they are, he tenses and looks at his crossbow. As Lissa's head pops out, he smiles. I probably could have escaped. He also smiles as Elthan agrees to answer riddles for the monster. At least there will be very little loss of life. I hope Elthan's as good as he thinks. They'll probably try to kill us afterwards, but at least our friends won't be in their grasps at that time.\n\n Fizahn frowns as he listens to the first riddle. Say what? Now that's just confusing. He looks at Elthan as the half-elf responds. Wow. It makes sense, but I don't think I could have come up with that. He grins as the second riddle is told. \"That's easy. These people weren't very good at sequels were they?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos DeTerran\n\n At first elation had filled him when he had heard that they might be able to get everyone back if they only were answer three riddles. Of course they miss a riddle and this...thing would be allowed to keep a hostage. He was even all ready to put his intellect to the task and work his brains on the riddles.\n\n\nThat was when he heard the first one and just stopped. Wow...he hadn't even expected something that complex. Try as he might, he couldn't think of the answer. Which is when Elthan elaborated on the answer and he was left...well...stunned.\n\n\" Er...good job Elthan....I guess I'm not so good at riddles. \" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The fell troll listens carefully to each of your explanations. Slowly comprehension creeps across the bespectacled troll's face. He nods slowly.\n\n\"I believe that you have it right. Well done. Well done indeed.\"\n\nNot following the conversation at all, the other head comments, \"The pilgrim was tasty!\"\n\nReaching behind him the fell troll tosses the second sack toward you, keeping Lissa safely tucked in his other arm.\n\nTiriel kneels down beside the sacks and cuts them open with two swift strokes. Before her lie two men.\n\nThe first is pale and thin. He has delicate facial features and short dark hair. Black feathers appear to be stuck randomly in his hair. When he opens his eyes, they have an unnatural blue-white hue. He quickly squints against the sunlight.\n\nThe other man is stocky. His hair is also black, but longer. His facial features are rough-hewn. His eyes are green, matching the green in his green, brown and gray outfit." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n \"On the contrary Fizahn,\" Elthan points, \"That was a very good follow up to the first part. Without the first question to lead into it, the second would be twice as difficult as the first would have been, as one would end up stuck on determining how powerful each poison was (the Untherite, the Mulhorandi, and Thayds assassins) in comparison to each other rather than the simple logical conclusion that neither side created a poison at all.\"\n\nHe turns his head to see who Tiriel has excavated from the bag. \"Those.. They do not look remarkably Hajih-like at all, do they?\" his brain stalls at the outcome. \"At least one of them would have been someone unconcerned, but both? Hajih must still be with Valentine, but then why is Lissa here? Another riddle, I suppose.\"\n\n\"Still, one puzzle at a time.\" He redirects his attention back to the troll. \"So friend, tell us the last part of the riddle. I'm curious as to what other twist this story can produce.\" he says informally." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " The Man With Feathers In His Hair \n\nThe freed captive scrambles a few paces back, clearly apprehensive of his saviors. He blinks his bright, clear eyes for a few moments before pushing himself to his feet and muttering, \"My life has GOT to be worth more than a thrice-damned...\"\n\nWith a sigh, he collects himself. Standing a bit shy of six feet and supported by a rather delicate frame, the man is certainly not imposing, at least in a physical sense. His large, red-rimmed eyes are colored a brilliant ice-blue and accentuated by black kohl eyeliner, which has unfortunately smeared. He smiles, full lips highlighting a rather delicate face, which is completely beardless despite his somewhat unkempt appearance. Most startlingly of all, black feathers protrude at random from his similarly-colored hair, which is itself cut in a feathered style. He wears no armor and is clad simply in the heavy clothing necessary for travelling in the region.\n\nHis sharp eyes scan the faces of his rescuers, and he seems to avoid locking eyes with Tiriel. At first he appears to be counting them, numbering them off one by one with an index finger, but seems to be satisfied halfway through. He turns to face the troll and smiles.\n\nCallos, Thokk, Elthan, Lumpy, Evendur, and Lissa all hear a sharp whisper in common:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"You've bought yourselves another arm in battle, should this childish riddle game go sour. If you're hearing this, you'll be able to whisper to all seven of us for the next hour or so--perhaps we can form a battle plan or privately discuss a solution to the next riddle. I'm afraid any further introduction will have to wait.\"\n\nThis was, by the way, a Message spell, Mr. DM\n \n\n\nThat \"said\", he squints at the troll. His fury and embarassment at being captured barely held back by his concern for the still-trapped gnome." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky man \n\nWith difficulty, the stocky man pushes himself up. He wobbles a bit on his legs, his muscles protesting the time spent in the bag and the final toss. Looking up and around, he whistles a quick note.\n\nHis first words are :\n\"Thank you ! Thank you so much !\"\nto Tiriel. He bows awkwardly to her.\n\nHe could hardly present a more contrasted sight to the other unlucky stranger : he is fairly short, but his arms show muscle. He has the thick black hair that you have learned to associate with Rashemen, yet his eyes are green, a Damaran's green. He is not exactly ugly, but there is some mismatch in his proportions - easy to see, hard to describe. Arms too long, slightly prominent nose... Still, he manifests a certain force of will in the set of his jaw, softened by the look of consideration in his eyes.\n\nIgnoring the creaks in his neck, he is trying to simultaneously gauge the group, keep an eye on his former captor and check his possessions, which mainly consist of a backpack, a bow and quiver. He spends a longer time eyeing the bow, which you notice is engraved with silver runes.\n\nHe seems perplexed by the whole situation.\n\n[OOC: I have called Kir]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur\n\n Evendur looks unsuprised at the lack of familiar faces. He nods to the freed men before turning back on his horse to face the two-headed creature and the next ridle. His eyes do widen momentarialy at the whisper that caries to him. He imediately identifies the feather-headed man as the source, being the one who was doing least. It was always the quiet ones. He nods again, this time directly at him, acknolwedging his message. Unsure how it would work, he tries whispering back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"Thank you, friend.\"\n \n\n What weird cusoms some people have. I mean feathers in your hair? What will they come up with next. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid grunts as two strangers emerge from the sacks. The mad ranger was still missing and unlikely to be in the same sack as Lissa.\n\nThey needed this creature alive . Right now, the troll was their only link to Blue-Hat. He hefts his shield and prepares to rush the creature should Lissa not be secured... or if no answers were forthcoming" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Damn it. Where the hell is Hajih? Tiriel finds herself irrationally angered at appearance of the two strange men. Sure, rescuing them was all well and good, but she'd hoped to get Lissa and Hajih back first before strangers.\n\nTiriel stands just shy of 6' and if one were to age her, a correct guess would place her in the early twenties. She's clad in a tarnished suit of lightweight chain mail and her blond hair is pulled back by a tie at the base of her neck. Currently her attractive features are marred by a scowl as she considers the newcomers.\n\nSettling her features into something more pleasant she nods to the burly man and then addresses them both,\n\" We've still got one more riddle to go - we'll talk after this is over. \"\n\nShe turns her back to them and returns to her horse, trying to mask her frustration and silently praying that Lissa will be returned without conflict." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Oh sweet merciful heavens, one of them is a spellcaster! From looks alone I'd gauge a fairly eccentric one from the make-up and feathers. Odd he doesn't look at Tiriel though...\n\n The medium sized human swept opal eyes over the two mean who had come out of the sack, a frown flicking across his pale and slightly hollow looking face. A hand came up to sweep short brown hair back from his eyes and he had to restrain a yawn. Not getting too much sleep apparently. Dressed oddly too. Adventuring clothes that seemed to define no particular profession, though the thick book held in one hand was a good giveaway, they seemed...muted almost. Shadowstuff clothing that the middle-aged human had ceased to mind. There was an irriatable look in his eyes when he heard the message and with a sigh, closed his own to respond.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\" Nows not the greatest of times to sending unseen voices into people's heads, Feathers. This is a rather tense situation if you hadn't noticed. So wait until the danger has passed before trying to squirm your way into our good graces with promises of aid. \" \n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers In His Hair\n\n He tenses visibly, having hoped for a better reaction.`\n \nThe troll must have kept the little one because she's a better bargaining chip. He'd be a fool to consider her more of a meal than me or the bowman. \n\nAnother message follows.\n \n Spoiler \nThen I'll stay my hand for now. Just know that the spell isn't simply linking all of you to me--we all share the connection, even the gnome.\n " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, ye gods. Two more people fall upon us. Out of curiosity, either of yer know any obscure languages?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n Yix appears delighted at being a small small part of the rescue party for these two fine new people, but he realizes that Lissa is still in the sack near a hungry troll mouth. \"Next riddle, next riddle.\" Yix urges the troll hoping to finally end its shenanigans. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two men rise to their feet cautiously. Neither is armed. Both look up and around at their benefactors, blinking as their eyes adjust to the sunlight.\n\nOff to one side, a humpbacked half-orc slouches on the back of his horse, eyeing the situation suspiciously. Behind and off to one side rides an elf rogue, an elegant, jeweled rapier at his side, a cynical smirk on his face.\n\nThe striking blonde warrior sheathes her longsword and swings herself back up into her saddle in a single smooth movement. She turns her horse back around to face you.\n\nDirectly in front of you, a half-elf sits crosslegged on the frozen ground. He is the one who has been answering the fell troll's riddles. Beside the half elf is a tiny, cat-sized dragon - perhaps the half-elf's familiar?\n\nA reptilian warror stands near the half-elf, his shield and club raised protectively. Also nearby is a sullen halfling carrying a longspear, pointed at the ground for the moment, but ready to be used at a moment's notice.\n\nBehind this group are two mounted knights. One is a handsome paladin in golden armor. The other is a heavily armored dwarf, perched atop a mighty warhorse. The dwarf wears a glistening white cape.\n\nOff to the other side is a traveling cart. The man with the spellbook sits in the cart along with a man in a hooded robe and the snappily dressed gnome.\n\nBeside the cart a crossbow-wielding rogue sits astride her horse, her face hidden in the shadows of her hood. Though the crossbow is held in her lap, the tip of the loaded bolt points directly at the fell troll.\n\n...\n\nThe fell troll reaches forward, holding Lissa out in the palm of one hand, offering her to Elthan.\n\n\"The third riddle? Oh, it's an easy one ...\"\n\nBoth of the troll heads smile, revealing enormous, wickedly sharp fangs.\n\nTogether they whisper, \"What's ... for ... dinner?\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin sits astride her horse, beside the cart. She is rather tall and of average build. She holds her crossbow low, but pointed at the troll-creature. Her face is obscured by her hood.\n\nUntil then, Katrin had patiently remained silent, leaving the talking to Elthan, who she realizes is smarter than her. She knows she probably would have taken a significant amount of time to figure out those riddles. She watches quizzically as the feather-headed man's and Evendur's expressions change unexpectedly with no apparent reason. When the third riddle is asked, she swears silently and raises her crossbow again, sensing hostile intent. \"You'll have your own feet for dinner if you hurt a hair on Lissa's head!\" she says warningly.\n\n(OOC: Good idea, Frojoe. Initiative (1d20+3=19) )" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\" Why must everything we meet want to eat us. It really isn't fair. \" Aeroz sighs as he draws his rapier and wills it to light itself aflame.\n\n\" Feathers and Green, if you can do anything of use, that would be most appreciated \"\n\n[OOC: Init=11]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n I knew it! The bastard. \nTiriel draws her Longsword and prepares to enter into mounted combat with the troll.\n\n Tiriel casts Aid on herself. \nHP: 45 + 1d8+4=12 = 57\nAC: 20\n+1 to attack, +1 to saves vs. fear" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n It always seemed to end up like this for this group Yix surmises, as he once again rushes at the troll, his tail ready to strike. \"I could really use a weapon.\" Yix thinks as he closes the gap between himself and the hulking figure ahead of him.\n\n((Initiative: 1d20+2=18 \n\nAttack (charge): 1d20+6+2=26 \n\nHP: 25\nAC: 18-2 (charge)= 16))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan does not change expressions, still retaining a look of excitement, curiosity, and knowledge. He nods his head in agreement with the troll. \"Indeed, it would appear to be an easy one, but before anyone tries to answer that, let me give you a riddle of my own. It's really rather simple.\"\n\n\"Once there was a group of travelers, about eleven in number, who, while traveling north, had lost two of their dear members. Upon reaching a fork, they encountered a troll. This troll had in his possession three sacks, one of which turned out to possess one of their lost friends.\"\n\n\"Now, this troll was different from other trolls they had met. In addition to having a second head, he was quite willing to engage the travelers verbally and offer them a trade to regain what they had hoped would be both of their friends, and possibly another wayward soul.\"\n\n\"The one who engaged the troll was a half-elf, an ordinary fellow by any standard. In a crowd, one might lose him because he simply did not stand out very much at all. Now, before he had answered a single riddle, he had thought to himself, 'What will the troll do once he gives up his meal?' It was in so thinking he felt a bit sorry for accepting a deal on which his riddler would go hungry if the elf had won, but, being as nice a fellow as he was, he came to a conclusion. He thought, 'Well, since he's been so nice, why don't we invite him to come along with us to the next town, and pay him back for the lost meal.' So, once all was said and done, he set himself to make the offer.\"\n\nAt this point Elthan stands up and takes Lissa's hand, guiding her off the hand and onto the ground. \"So my question is this; Did the Troll wish to incite the twelve rejoined travelers and his two released hostages by making a demand of them, or did the Troll accept the half-elfs offer for repayment of his loss in exchange for the refreshing change of pace in attitude and intellectual challenge he had provided?\" He takes a step back with Lissa and gives a grin to the Troll. While most adventures would have a sneering and malevolent grin, feeling proud as if out-witting and out-powering a dull beast, his was simply a calm smile. Perhaps Elthan was naive (to a great extent showing in the death of his clone, who had tried to appeal to a sense or emotion that did not exist in the lich), but he knew how to deliver an ultimatum.\n\n\"Yix! Stop!\" he yells as the dragon charges forward." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man with Feathers in His Hair \n\nElated at the chance to exact revenge on the two-headed troll, the thin man steps several paces away from the creature, shouting, \"If you were half as smart as you pretend to be, you'd never have let me go! I'm going to melt those spectacles into the back of your eyeballs!\"\n\n((Init. Roll 1d20+1=10 ))\n\nHe moves his hands and mumbles the beginning of an incantation, watching the troll's every move." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur's hand tightens on his sword hilt again and he half draws it when he hears Elthan speak up. He stays his hand, but does not replace the blade, leaving it htere, an open threat of defensive capability to the troll's obvious sudden hostility. His gleaming silver armor etched intricately in golden swirling patterns reminiscent of locks of curling hair gleams menacingly.\n\nChiseled features set in an unreadable mask he sits as still as a statue, waiting for the troll-creature to sign it's death warent or back down." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWere it not for the fact that he sat atop a bedraggled warhorse, Lumpy would likely register to viewers as one of the shortest half-orcs they'd ever laid eyes upon. As a point of fact, his squat build more closely resembles that of a dwarf, a connections strengthened by the full, braided beard on his chin, yet negated by olive green skin, lupine ears, and the glint of fangs.\n\nEven mounted, his very stature seems somehow misplaced, a sort of asymmetry to his carriage. This is strengthened by an almost-grotesque degree of musculature on what parts of his body are distinguishable beneath his battered armor. Lumps and bulges accentuate his incredibly stout form, conveying a knotted, gnarled sort of strength that the orcblood looks ready and willing to share with the world.\n\nThe dour orc's ugly mug shifts from a suspicious sneer to a snarling glare. He reacts rather quickly, perhaps never having set aside the prospect of a fight. His polearm is wrestled free of his stirrup and levered into a horizontal position as the orc struggles to quide his mount without the use of his reins. Failing quite handily at that, he grudgingly dismounts before edging towards the troll. He wasn't a cavalryman anyway.\n\n((Failed his ride check to steer with knees, so Lumpy just dismounts and moves towards the troll.\n\n Init - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \nAC 19\nHP 58/58\n\n))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe druid had been prepared for such a turn-of events. His immediate answer to the troll's question was a savage grin and the word\n \"You\" \nOff to his side, he hears elthan mutter something as he completes his spell and stretches out his hand.\n\nOOC:\nInit= 18 + 2 =20\ncast flameblade\n his plan is to slice off the hand holding lissa .\nIf it moves to attack elthan, Ssathiya will be moving to protect him." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky man \n\nHe is wearing sturdy boots, dark green trousers, and a vest with a blend of grey, brown and dark green, with an embroidered sigil in the form of a bear on his left breast.\n\nTaking in the group, he seems shocked. He frowns at the demi-orc and gapes at the lizardman. What a motley assortment of people, er, creatures ! It seems they are part of one big group. I can't imagine what brought them here together. \n This fell troll seems unusually intelligent. Still, it has to be taken care of. \n\n[OOC: I'm waiting for some answers in the OOC thread before I post my reactions to Trinark.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Elthan's warning is too late. Yix streaks forward, a metallic blur, and plunges his stinger into the troll's tough hide. The fell troll swats Yix out of the air, much as a human might swat away a gnat. The pseudodragon is batted towards Tiriel's horse; he bounces twice, then rolls to his feet hissing with displeasure and pain.\n\nStretching himself to his full height of 15 feet, the fell troll roars, causing Katrin's and Aeroz's horses to whinny and rear back, almost dislodging their riders. Several of you ready your weapons.\n\nElthan pulls Lissa away from the troll, freeing her from the sack, as the bespectacled head looks down towards Elthan with some regret. \"Do you know the story of the swan and the scorpion?\"\n\nThe troll flexes its clawed fingers, extending a single finger and sweeping it around in a 180 degree arc, encompassing the entire party. \"Who wants some?\"\n\n...\n\nThe stocky man sizes up the monster, frustrated to find himself unarmed.\n\nHe is familiar with fell trolls, which are native to this part of the East. This troll sub-type is common to the area around Lake Ashane and the northern regions of Rashemen.\n\nThe largest of troll-kind, the fell troll is a voracious, and not very picky, meat-eater. Like all trolls, the fell troll is vulnerable to fire and acid, and not much else. Because of its two heads, however, the fell troll is particularly difficult to confuse or charm .\n\nAlthough the stocky man does not know exactly how powerful his rescuers are, they certainly seem experienced and battle-hardened at first glance. Still, they might not be a match for this unusually intelligent fell troll.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Yix hits and stings. The fell troll has an Fort save of +17 and is unaffected by the pseudodragon poison. The fell troll makes a +21 attack for 15 damage on the pseudodragon. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky man \n\nHe feels nervous, so the words tumble out of his mouth.\n\"Fire or acid, if you can ! Careful, it's strong !\"\n\nHe realizes his second warning comes too late when he sees the armored little beast ( Strange... ) swept by a lazy flick.\n\n\"Could someone lend me a weapon ? Bow and arrows would be best, but really, anything at all would be helpful...\"\n\n[OOC: delay my action... ]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tosses the stockyman one of her saddle packs, \"There's a bow and 2 quivers in there. Don't lose the bag. \"\ninitiative: 1d20+3=15 \nRide check: 1d20+12=18 \n \nooc: err. Was that move action or a free action?\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n He cursed to himself as Yix went barreling forward to stab at the fell troll with his stinger. Was that little thing crazy?! Did it not see the sheer size of the creature?! If Callos hadn't doubted the little dragons sanity then he certainly did now. But that was aside from the point, it was time to show this creature what a folly it had been to pick a fight like this. Familiar arcane phrases sprang from his mouth as he intoned the words, feeling the tingling in his fingertips.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If you can create lightening, nows the time Feather man. Aim high or for a head if possible! \n \n \n\nEven though he knew there wasn't much that someone could do in the manner of aiming lightening, except just pointing its path out. It was ready! A sizzling white bolt of lightening sprang out from his hand as he finished the spell and pointed upwards. Elthen and Lissa might not appreciate lightening sizzling over their head, but they would thank him later if it kept them alive!\n\n\n((Casting Lighting Bolt DC 15 for 32 points on a failed save and a 2 for intiative...x.x I need to figure out how to use the board dice rollers and remember it this time.)\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman moves to block the troll as Elthan escapes with Lissa.\nHe swings his flaming weapon in an arc slicing the troll.\n\n\nOOC:\nAiming for a hand or a foot.\n\nAttack: 13 + 6 =18 (touch)\nDMG: 6+ 2 =8 fire " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan steps back with one leg, bracing his stance. An equal look of sorrow freezes itself along his face. He begins to carry out the somatic components to his spell, but continues speaking to the troll. \"No, I have not. Please, tell it us.\"\n\n\nOOC:\n Initiative - (1d20)[ 5 ] \nElthan readies to cast Ray of Enfeeblement once hostilities break out in full.\n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n Strength Damage - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nThe battered Yix bouncing by his horse acts like a starter pistol for Evendur. He digs his heels into his barded mount, sending it carearing straight for the trollish thing. Dropping the reigns in his left hand he starts to stear with his knees, loosening his shield. As he closes his distance from the troll he points his sword like a spear, sunlight seeming to gather arround it. He spins the glowing blade over his head.\n\n[Ooc: Ride check: (1d20-1=11) \nAC: 19 (inc -2 from charge)\nIf not spiked by AoO,\n Atack roll. Full power attack and Smite evil: (1d20+10-5+4=23) (+2 from charge which I forgot = 25)\n Damage roll: (1d8+3+5+7=18) ]" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair\n\n His boots crunch over the cold ground and his trailing woolen scarf streaks behind him like a maroon banner as he dashes in a short arc, attempting to flank the creature while muttering about a line of fire. He finally finds a suitable spot and firmly plants himself there, beginning a spell while watching the little dragon fall. His eyes draw into sharp focus as he completes the incantation and snap to the fell troll. His hands and voice weave the spell almost gleefully, and he doesn't appear to be using any material components.\n\n\" STAND CLEAR! \"\n\nHalf-mad laughter is drowned out by the thunderous CRACK-BOOM!* as a blue-white bolt of lightning streaks from his outstretched hand and towards the massive troll, passing near enough to Elthan and Lissa that the charge is tangible, though harmless.\n\n(( 23 damage, DC 16 for 1/2, my initiative was 10))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix gets up slowly realizing if he takes another blow like that he'll end up like the others did. He stands up unsure of what to do, in the rush and chaos of the fight he feels somewhat useless.\n\n((Not taking any other action than standing))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"You hurt the wee lass, and I will eat your HEART \"\n\n Thokk unmounts his horse, unsheaths his sword and straps his shield onto his arm. He cautiously steps towards the fell troll, then swings with a giant over-handed chop aimed at the trolls hamstring.\n\n Thokk Init (1d20+1=14) \n Thokk Attack 1 (1d20+9=29) \n Confirm Critical (1d20+9=29) \n HAHAHAHA! A Critical Critical! - Umm, what does that do? Back home, we have a house rule that three crits = instant death, but Ill just assume its a regular crit.\n\n Thokk Attack 2 (1d20+4=16) \n Thokk Critical Damage (2d10+10=14) \n Thokk Hit 2 (1d10+5=15) \n\nHuh. A regular attack did more damage then a crit. Fancy that. Still think a crit crit should get something special" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n It always turns to bloodshed. Fizahn whips out his crossbow. He looses a bolt at the troll. I just wish we could pick on someone who wasn't quintuple my size. That would be nice. How did humans get so tall anyway. It's not fair.\n\n OOC: Intit 11 (9+3) Attack 17 (8+9) Damage 1 (1) Hooray for uselessness. I didn't subtract 4 for shooting into melee, so if I am, do that." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin \n\nAs spells fly in, this way and that, the druid takes cover behind his shield.\nHe roars as the discharge of magical energy sprays onto him.\n\n \"Alive. Take alive!\" \n\nHe holds his flameblade overhead in a guarding position.\n\nOOC:just flavour text" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looses her bolt at the fell troll, but it barely nicks the troll's skin, doing almost no harm to it. She shakes her head, swearing at the bolt's uselessness, and reloads the crossbow.\n\n(OOC: Untrained Ride Check (1d20+3=16) \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=21) \n Damage Roll (1d8=1) \nGrrrrr... 🫤)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFrantically squirming free of the sack, Lissa scrambles upright and away from the troll. \"Thanks Elthan, I owe you one. YOU SHOULDA BARGAINED, TROLL!\" Reaching for her back, Lissa's hand encounters only air where her crossbow should be. She spits out a truly vile curse in Gnomish, then takes a deep breath, visibly calming herself. One hand reaches for a crude hammered-silver medallion around her neck, and Lissa begins chanting in the eerily beautiful Celestial language. A nimbus of shadows, just barely visible, swirls around the gnome's slight form.\n\n\nOOC: Book it away from Mister Troll and cast shield of faith. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Slave to your nature, Mr. Scorpion? \"\n\nAeroz moves towards the trolls vacinity, dodging through any oncoming and opportunistic attacks and attempts to flank the troll. While simultaneously drawing a dagger from his belt, he thrusts at the troll with the flaming rapier.\n\n[hr]\nTumble= 17+15=32 (Yipes!)\n Rapier = 15+11=26 (28 if flank); 1d6+1d6+3= 8 (Base) + 4 (Fire) (+6 sneak attack, probably not though)\n AC 20 vs Troll (19 Reg)" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy found it somewhat disconcerting that the troll could speak so flippantly in the face of combat. It implied more confidence than he'd like. Not one to be intimidated, he does what he does best, throwing himself into a short charge at the beast's flank. With two heads, he doubted he could truly surprise it, but it was enough to keep it's attention split as much as possible.\n\nAS little as he knew about troll anatomy, he simply levers his squat form into a spin at the apex of his run, hewing towards the giant's midsection indiscriminately.\n\n((OOC\n\n Charge, PA -4/+8 (1d20+9=19, 2d4+14=22) \n\nAC 17\nHP 58/58\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel tosses the pack to the stocky man, who digs through it, pulling out a composite longbow and a quiver of arrows. Wheeling her horse about, Tiriel sees that her companions have already sprung into action.\n\nThe lizardman is the first to strike, slashing the troll's leg with his flameblade. The lizardman raises his shield anticipating the troll's counter-attack.\n\nThe fell troll spins and pins the lizardman to the ground with both hands. Tearing outward, it disembowels the druid with one horrible movement. The flameblade dissipates.\n\nWith a cry to Sune on his lips, Evendur spurs his warhorse forward, sword raised as he gallops forward, but the troll is waiting and catches the paladin in mid-gallop, tearing him out of his saddle and tossing him aside like a broken tin soldier. The paladin bounces once then lies motionless on the ground, his sword skittering across the frozen ground.\n\nLumpy charges in on foot, smashing his weapon into the troll with all of his might. Aeroz leaps off of his horse, diving and tumbling between the troll's legs, thrusting deeply into the fell troll's calf with his rapier. Thokk also dismounts, closing in more cautiously, trying to get close enough to hit the troll with his sword.\n\nLightning bolts and crossbow bolts streak in from all directions, striking the massive troll in its upper body. If they cause the troll any pain, it doesn't show it. The bespectacled troll's lips continue to move. It is telling the story of the swan and the scorpion even as it fights for its life, though Elthan can only catch one or two phrases ...\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ...\n\nFell troll initiative: 17\nFell troll power attack: 3\nFell troll reflex save vs Callos lightning bolt:13\nFell troll reflex save vs featherhair lightning bolt: 17\nFell troll damage to lizardman: 65 (19 + 21 + 25 rend)\nFell troll damage to Evendur: 52 (17 + 16 + 19)\nFell troll HP: 172 (184 - 12)\nFell troll non-lethal damage: 64 (32 + 8 + 11 + 22 + 1 - 10)\n\nlizardman HP: -9 (56 - 65) dying\nEvendur HP: -7 (45 - 52) dying " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky man \n\n\"Thank you !\"\nCatching the bag, he starts scrambling desperately to ready his attack. He has trouble drawing the bow - and then realizes it was made for someone with a greater strength. This woman ? He shakes his head in wonder.\n\nLooking up, he notices two more assailants are down. Already ? \nHe concentrates, trying to find some isolation from the screams and the chaos, and aims for the troll's eyes. In a fluid motion, he releases, and already he is adjusting the next arrow.\n\n[OOC: I suppose I play after Tiriel now. I'm assuming the troll is big enough for me to get a line of sight.\nAtt 1 [roll]1d20+9-2+1[/roll] (-2 not enough Str, +1 MW ; add another +1 if less than 30ft)\nDam 1 (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n\nAtt 2 [roll]1d20+9-2+1[/roll]\nDam 2 (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n\nAtt 3 [roll]1d20+4-2+1[/roll]\nDam 3 (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n]" }, { "author": "namo", "message": "[OOC: Ok, let me redo that - sorry, still adjusting to the board rollers\nAtt 1 (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nAtt 2 (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nAtt 3 (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n]" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair \n\nThe smell of ozone hangs heavy in the frigid air, and what has never been anything other than an utterly destructive power has fallen flat--the pale man's laughter dies as he sees the monster tear through his saviors, the intensity of their injuries punctuated by the fact that they don't cry out. His jaw trembles at the sight of steaming entrails on the snow.\n\n It never ends! No matter how far I run, no matter how hard I try, the world is always eager to throw something else at me. Well this is it. I have allies, at least for the moment, and together we're going to take a stand.\n\n In a slow and deliberate motion, his arms rise like outstretched wings, and his head tilts back, power welling from within. He begins a singsong chant and closes his eyes.\n\nThe targets of the earlier message spell hear the following:\n \n Spoiler \nI'll try my best to slow their attack--Holy Man, if you're still alive inside that armor, then I won't let you die until we've shared a drink!\n \n\n\n((OOC: Begin a summon swarm spell centered on the troll's location. In one round a swarm of bats is going to come and give that troll what for.))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n That thing took out scales with one hit. Better caution myself with that one. Come on magic rapier who tells me what to do, if you can do anything else, do it! Aeroz thinks frantically to himself as he sees the troll down two tough looking teammates.\n\nWeaving dagger through rapier and rapier through dagger, Aeroz flurries his strikes, hoping to do as much damage as possible without getting hit.\n\n[hr]\n\nCombat Expertise, -3 on attack rolls\n Full Attack Rapier - 18+8= (Confirm 16) ,12+5=17 = 8(+9Crit) +3 Fire (Actually, if that crits, it looks like its gonna be another 4 from the flaming burst)\n Dagger 4+5=9\nAC 22 Vs troll" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Ohgodsohgodsohgods! Lissa shrieks, a sound of pain, fear and fury, as the troll cruelly rips her comrades apart. \"Hang on! Don't die on me, either of you! Somebody distract that sonuvakobold while I get in there to heal them!\" Then, as before, she visibly calms herself and begins chanting in Celestial. This time Lissa's form seems to shimmer and waver, like a mirage. She runs toward the closest of her fallen friends, silently praying to Baravar that 1) His power will protect her, and 2) they won't be dead before she arrives. \n\n\nOOC: Cast sanctuary and move toward Ssathiya or Evendur, whichever is closer and easier to get to without provoking AoOs. Sorry DS, but Lissa has no idea IC which of you is more badly hurt." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Dammit all of you! Act as a unit on this one! Elthan, if you have anymore of that spell you just cast then keep doing it! We need to wear it down! Trinark, get to the lizard and start with the mojo, \n Spoiler \nLissa you need to get Evendur back on his feet then he can handle himself once more! Yix, try and distract it for gods sake but don't go rushing in. Lumpy and Thokk, harry it from opposite sides to try and get the dumb head to unbalance the entire body. Feathers, if you have any spells that physically drain one's strength, not just exhaust them, then start throwing them at it. We get it low enough and it'll collaspe.\n \n Tiriel, get your feathered behind over here so I can get you ready for your part in all of this. Aeroz, try and cover Lissa as best you can. Fizahn keep up with what your doing! \"\n\n If there was ever a time for all of us to work together then this is probably it! If we can just get it to its knees then will be lots easier, gods above I hope my plan works...\n\n His voice had a diffrent tone to it, one that he hadn't heard before in a while. Confidence that perhaps he was doing the right thing even as he saw both the shining paladin and wise druid buckle and go down underneath of the fell troll's onslaught. Images flashed in front of his eyes. A dark city, deep deep underground that they had been to not so long ago. It had been trolls there too but of a different variety then this one. Made of stone and more of them. A cocky and funloving face streaked through his mind and he could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him once more.\n\n This is for you Djital. ..\n\nHands weaving through the gestures as he mouthed the words for the spell. Tapping into the darkness that all living things feared and focusing it into a single black ray. It wasn't something that would harm the beast, but it would help them greatly if it worked...\n\n((Casting Ray of Exhaustion.\nRanged touch attack: 1d20+4=15 \nAnd moving (around the troll) in Tiriel's general direction. DC 15 to save))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"Stop!!!\" Yix communicates to the stupider of the two heads, hoping this might confuse the monster slightly. Not knowing what to do, and knowing he can't quite enter combat again Yix holds back his anger and hopes this might buy some time. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's eyes widen as she sees the fell troll deliver such grievous wounds to Evendur and the lizardman. Damn it! No! Her horse, afraid of the smell of blood, shies away from the battle, throwing off her aim. She dismounts as quickly as she can, wishing she knew how to ride better so she could control her horse, and re-aims and fires her bolt. I wish I could get in to stab it in the back, but I'd stand no chance if it hits me even once... \n\n(OOC: Ride Check in an attempt to dismount quickly (1d20+3=8) \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=16) \n Damage, if the stupid bolt hits (1d8=1) \nHow can anyone get so many terrible rolls in a row? 😡)" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, Scaley! Ill get him for yer!\"\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhatever yer guys got, I suggest we all start rainin' hell upon this bugger. I wants that monacle\n \n\n\nOOC:\nThokk presses in and attacks using above rolls, as needed" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \"I swear to the gods Callos I'm going to kill you if the troll doesn't get you first. \" Tiriel spurs her horse towards Callos, stopping just short of running him over and quickly dismounts.\n\n Fast dismount: (1d20+12-2=25) \n \n \n Status:\nHP: 45 + 1d8+4=12 = 57 \nAC: 20\n ( Aid 40-1= 39 rounds remaining) \n +1 to attack, +1 to saves vs. fear\n\nooc: I leveled... or at least my avatar did. Huh.\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan prepares to draw out a potion and run to the Lizard, a look of utter fear on his face. Before he makes a single move, his mind makes one hundred while going over the fable and its application.\n\nOn the one hand, there was his nature; A nice, logical, and dedicated half-elf. Never kills, never offends, never gets in the way. Every part of his nature screams in sympathy for all things, and now most of all for the Lizard-kin who he knows he should help.\n\nPerhaps that last part should be revised to 'All but one thing'; Sethra, the necromancer that was out to conquer, and who he and his companions would have to defeat. Nature was all well and fine until then, but now he had a duty; To himself, his friends, his clone, and everyone who could be harmed by the necromancer, to stop him at all cost. He had already gone, and will continue to go against his nature; Side-tracking from his real journey so far, keeping secrets from friends, insuring the death of a companion. If at all possible, he'd give his soul to the Nine Hells to insure the groups success, or perhaps that was just his nature taking it a step too far?\n\nRegardless, there was a duty to be upheld to the rest of the group, and that was to stay put and follow up on support. He takes several steps back to insure he is at the maximum distance before moving through the previous motions.\n\nOOC:\nMove\nCast Ray of Enfeeblement \n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n Strength Damage - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNo apparent looks of shock or fear crossed Lumpy's face as the troll tore through his companions. Indecision benifitted no one here, and he wouldn't be caught balking in the face of a threat so grave.\n\nJerking his polarm back, the burly orc slashes at the troll several times in quick succession, most notable in their utter inability to deal any lasting damage.\n\n((\n\nAttack 1: Power Attack -2/+4 (1d20+9=10, 2d4+10=14) \n\nAttack 2: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=859027 \n\nBah\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa springs into action, taking care to stay out of reach of the fell troll. She slides to a stop besides the lizardman, laying her small hands on his mangled body. She continues to chant, invoking sanctuary. \n\nMeanwhile, Trinark has sprinted to Evendur's side, laying hands on him and attempting to stabilize the paladin.\n\nElthan steps away from the fell troll, still listening to its story, even as he strikes the beast with a ray of enfeeblement draining away some of its considerable strength.\n\nThe ray seems to have little effect of the fell troll, who picks up Aeroz with two hands. Aeroz feels several ribs crack, but his white-hot rapier almost seems to guide itself into one of the fell troll's necks. The nearest head roars in pain, and the fell troll drops Aeroz to the ground. Like a cat, the elf lands on his feet and rolls to the side.\n\nThokk chooses this moment to charge forward. The troll's other arm lashes out, slamming into the dwarf with an audible crunch. The dwarf staggers but manages to hang on to his sword.\n\nLumpy chops and slashes with his glaive to no avail. He is sent spinning through the air, much like Evendur was. The half-orc lands with a sickening crunch not far from where Lissa tends to the lizardman.\n\nTiriel leaps to the ground, kneeling beside Callos, who completes a spell of denervation, hoping to help drain some of this monster's strength. She draws her sword in anticipation of what he plans to do next.\n\nBetween Katrin, Fizahn, and the stocky man with the borrowed bow, the fell troll is peppered with arrows and crossbow bolts. The troll hardly bothers to swat them away, and a couple of projectiles fail to even penetrate its rubbery hide, bouncing off harmlessly.\n\nThe tall, thin, pale man with the feathers in his hair raises his hands to the sky, calling on ... who knows what. In the distance, a few black dots appear in the sky.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ...\n\nLissa acts at the end of the previous round to stabilize the lizardman, then casts sanctuary. Trinark hops off the cart and moves to Evendur's side.\n\nElthan casts his readied ray of enfeeblement, reducing the fell troll's STR to 23 and reducing his attack bonus to +16 claw/+14 bite.\n\nLumpy is hit by two claw attacks and rended. Aeroz is bitten twice. Thokk is hit by an AoO as he attacks. Thokk misses with a 14 (3+11).\n\nCallos casts ray of exhaustion. The fell troll saves and is fatigued. Attack bonus is further reduced to +15 claw/+13 bite.\n\n\nAeroz HP: 11 (39 - 28)\nLumpy HP: 0 (58 - 58) disabled\nThokk HP: 40 (57 - 17)\nSsathiya HP: -9 stabilized\nEvendur HP: -7 stabilized\n\nfell troll HP: 165 (172 - 7)\nnon-lethal damage: 79 (64 + 5 + 3 + 17 - 10) " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair \n\nThey come from everywhere, shrieking, a black billowing cloud that blots out the sun as they descend to the troll, eager to feed...\n\nA strained whisper carries over the sound of the shrieking mass.\n \n Spoiler \nThey'll pursue the troll only as long as it stands still. Get the wounded up or away!\n \n\n\n(OOC: Once the bats have assembled on the troll, I will not be concentrating on keeping them around. They will disperse in two rounds. They start on the troll, but should he run away from them, they simply attack the nearest target. They occupy a 10x10 space and should fit neatly all over that troll)." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky bowman \n\nHe spared only a tiny part of his attention to check on the fallen, but that tiny part was relieved that they were being cared for.\nHe was also surprised at the number of sorcerers in the group. The only time I ever saw so many together was when I happened on this group of Hathran... \nOn and on, his arrows flew...\n\n[OOC: if the bats risk spoiling my aim too much, I'll tend to the wounded. If footstep by footstep I could go into the 30ft zone and/or use the cart for partial cover it would be perfect.\n\nAtt 1 (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nDam 1 (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n\nAtt 2 (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \nDam 2 (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n\nAtt 3 (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nDam 3 (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n]" }, { "author": "namo", "message": "[OOC: and of course a potential crit forces me to double post :\n (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \nDam 1b (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \nDam 1c (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n\nyay ! I got the eye !! 😏\n\nHmm, but the second attack was a natural 1...\n]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nA bloody wreck of an orc, Lumpy clatters down messily. The troll's claws have left horrible marks on him, abated only slimly by the presence of his armor, it's dull polish spilt by silvered gouges and bloodwash. Even the slightest area of unprotected flesh in the path of the talons has been comprimised by the strength and keeness of the giant's talons. It isn't readily apparent at first whether he is still conscious or even alive.\n\n Get up, keep moving! \n\nAfter a moment's 'repose', the stout half-orc's eyes flutter open, hardening in immediate realization. Ardously, he does find his feet again, straining ruined limbs to pull himself beyond the troll's range. His eyes never leave the beast, a look no less determined or hateful than he'd bourne previously. He didn't dare apprach the troll again, but that didn't necessarily limit his contribution. Nimbly, he reaches for one of the vials at his belt.\n\n((OOC\n\nI'm assuming that Lumpy was likewise pushed back to the edge of the troll's range. If so, a 5ft step back, followed by drinking a CLW potion as his single standard action. By the rules, this deals 1 hp damage as a strenous action??\n\nBut even if it does, the healing should counteract it.\n\n CLW - (1d8+1)[ 2 ] \n))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Hah! Thats funny Tiriel, like you'd be lucky enough for a troll to kill me! \" Callos chuckled, why chuckle? He couldn't explain it really. Maybe stress was getting to him again. Pages flipped of their own accord through his spellbook until stopping on the right page once more. A spell that Tiriel was probably very familiar with began to echo from his lips and a glowing hand came to rest on her shoulder lightly.\n\n One of these times I've got to figure a funner way to bestow this magic on her, otherwise she might get the wrong impression....maybe if I pinched her... \n\nAnother chuckle, that was funny but stupid! He could quite easily picture being thrown at the troll if he did something like that, but at least he would die laughing.\n\n\" When I'm finished, I want you to try and push it over with Lumpy's help. Understood? \" Callos whispered once the spell was finished, tone serious. \n((OOC: Bull's Strength on Tiriel.))\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \" Why would I push it over? And... I think we'd better just let Lumpy take care of himself. \" Tiriel says glancing over at where the half-orc had been tossed.\n \nholding action\n \n \nHP: 45 + 1d8+4=12 = 57\n STR: 25 = +7 mod\n AC: 20\n ( Aid 40-1= 39 rounds remaining)\n( Bull's Str 60 = 60 rounds remaining)\n +3 to attack, +2 to dmg, +1 to saves vs. fear " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Just trust me you damn stubborn woman! In a moment or two Lumpy should be fine by himself, so for once just listen to me! \"\n\nHe hissed out once Tiriel voiced her objection. Afterall, if she didn't do it then his entire plan was shot to hell and he would have to come up with something new!\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" What's wrong with just killing it!?! That solves the problem right? \"\nTiriel hisses back at Callos.\n\n[dur][ hit things][/dur]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLumpy hits the snow next to Lissa just as she finishes casting her sanctuary spell. With the lizardkin stabilized, she reaches over and checks Lumpy's pulse. His eyes flutter open, and the gnome sighs in relief. \"Good, you're alive. Stay put and stay awake until Trinark or I can...\" She trails off as Lumpy proceeds to get up and take a potion, seemingly ignoring her. \"Okay, that works too. Just don't pull a Thokk and go charging in there barely healed.\" Turning back to the druid, Lissa mutters something about stubborn fighters before beginning a healing spell. Soft white light radiates from her small brown fingers, pooling in the awful wounds left by the troll's claws and closing them partway.\n\n\n\nOOC: Burn aid for cure moderate wounds on Ssathiya: (2d8+3=12) hp healed" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Gah! Keep drainin the beast lad! I want that eyebit!\" \n\nThokk, now finally close enough, attempts to hamstring the fell troll and bring it to its knees\n\n Thokk To Hit #1 (1d20+9=17) \n Thokk to Hit #2 (1d20+4=10) \n Thokk Damage (1d10+5=15) " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix desperate for something to do begins looking around for stones to throw at the hulking monstrosity. He picks up as many as he can and begins hurling them with a frenzy\n\n\n((I figure Yix throwing rocks at a Troll is kinda like that green leafy thing they give you when you order a steak, superfluous. Just trying to show that Yix wants to help I guess.))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAfter taking such a hit, Aeroz backs off from the troll, dodging and weaving to make sure he isn't hit. He attempts to make his way to Trinark or another healer to get his injuries healed.\n\n[hr]\nTumble 10+15=25" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin reloads and shoots again. Damn it... The next town we get to, I'm buying oil. She smiles grimly as the bolt hits the troll with a satisfying thunk .\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=21) \n Damage (1d8=5) )" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The swarm of bats converges on the fell troll, nipping at its foul hide, leaving tiny puncture marks over its heads and shoulders.\n\nAeroz takes advantage of the distraction to tumble out of harm's way, making his way to Trinark's position, where the drow continues to tend to Evendur's wounds.\n\nThrough sheer force of will, Lumpy drags his broken body away from the troll, downing a healing potion as he moves. The effort almost causes him to pass out, but at least some of the bleeding is staunched.\n\nShaking its heads in a futile attempt to dislodge the bats, the fell troll shifts position and slaps Lumpy down to the ground. This time, the half-orc does not rise.\n\nThe troll is noticably weaker, however, after being drained by Callos and Elthan. It has difficulty getting past Thokk's massive tower shield, landing only a few relatively weak blows on the armored dwarf. The dwarf smiles behind his helmet's faceplate, trading blows toe-to-toe with the fell troll, in his element at last.\n\nThokk's brave (or foolhardy) solitary stand against the fell troll buys Tiriel and Callos time. The warrior and wizard bicker as he augments her already considerable strength. Just a few more seconds ... \n\nMeanwhile, Yix adds thrown stones to the flurry of arrows and crossbow bolts striking the troll. Weakened, the troll seems more susceptible to the missiles, and it hisses in pain when an arrow pierces one of its (unbespectacled) eyes.\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ...\n\nTroll hits AC 21 (6 + 15) for 10 (5 + 5) damage on Lumpy.\n\nTroll cleaves, hitting AC 34 (19 + 15) for 10 (5 + 5) damage on Thokk. Troll misses Thokk with a 27 (12 + 15). Troll hits AC 32 (19 + 13) for 4 (5 - 1) damage and hits AC 29 (16 + 13) for 9 (10 - 1) damage.\n\nBats bite for 4 damage. Katrin hits for 5 damage. Stocky archer hits for 17 damage.\n\nAeroz HP: 11\nLumpy HP: -9 (0 - 1 + 2 - 10) dying\nThokk HP: 17 (40 - 23)\nSsathiya HP: 3\nEvendur HP: 1\n\nfell troll HP: 165\nnon-lethal damage: 104 (79 + 4 + 5 + 26 - 10) " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSeeing that Trinark is too busy with Evendur, Aeroz decides it is best to rejoin the fight, this time from a distance. He grabs his bow and fires an arrow straight at the troll.\n[hr]\n Ranged Composite (+1) Shortbow 8+9=17 (2+1= 3 Damage)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man with Feathers in His Hair\n\n Content with the arrival of the shrieking swarm, the man extends his arms, setting his heavy silver bangles rattling. His silver eyebrow ring shines brightly in the blue light gathering in his hands before a lightning bolt is violently discharged at the troll.\n\n((OOC: Lightning Bolt, Reflex DC 16 for half (6d6=21) ) Obviously will move to maintain a line of fire if necessary))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I'm not even gonna try to explain Achkby not doing anything. Besides, i don't have time; why i'm also not providing more description. Apologies.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhen the feathered man unleashes a lightning bolt at the troll, the blue-garbed halfling looks at him with respect. He's about to follow suit when the other stranger shouts his instructions, and, sacrificing his favorite spell, Achkby summons forth all of the fire he can muster.\n\n[OOC]\nScorching Ray:\n Spell Failure (1d100=22) \n Rays to Hit (1d20+6=15, 1d20+6=14) Yuck.\n Rays' Damage (4d6=13, 4d6=21) \n[/OOC]\n\nUPDATE:\n[OOC]\nYeah, I made it more interesting. But not enough to actually make it worth reading.\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The wizard merely shook his head as the fighter argued with him over the tatics she should employ against this fell troll. Pausing in his explanation just long enough to begin chanting once more. This time when he placed his hand on the warrior woman, a surge of transforming magic surged threw her and enlarged her as it had before.\n\n\" If you knock it down, then thats more time you have to attack and 'kill' it without it being able to attack you back! Why do you think Lumpy does it?! Now you can go! Go on! Get! Lets see you stand there and get ripped to shreds like the others, see if I care! But Lumpy, Thokk, Evendur, and the druid might die while you play around! \" Callos shouted back, more then a little fed up with trying to explain the situation to the woman, a good deal of frustration and worry beginning to color his features as Thokk went toe to toe with the troll and got hammered hard. Once his spell was finished he inched as close as he could towards the troll without it getting a chance to rend him as well.\n\n(( Enlarge Person then get as close as possible without fell troll recieving a AoO. I cannot stress how much Callos is going to avoid letting the troll get that AoO))\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan thinks little this time as he focuses himself to the task at hand. He keeps himself at maximum distance, and releases another ray.\n\n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n Strength Damage - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nRight as Lissa finishes the incantation to heal the druid, she hears Lumpy go down. Again. \"Stupid troll... Druid, stay back and cast your spells! You're in no shape to fight that thing up close. If you've got fire magic, use it.\" Hoping that her god's power will shield her from the troll's massive blows, Lissa hurries over to Lumpy's side and begins the same incantation she used on the lizardkin. \n\nOOC: Burn bull's strength for cure moderate wounds on Lumpy: (2d8+3=12) hp healed... again. Weird." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky stocky man \n\nAs much as he wanted to, he couldn't afford to revel in the pride of his perfect shot. The monster was weakening, but not fast enough. And he knew that if it came to facing the troll himself, well, he wouldn't last 30 seconds without a weapon. And even with one...\n\nHe sighed, resolve fighting against despair. If it comes to that, I will have to flee. It would break my heart, but they have to be warned ! \n\n[OOC: DR, you forgot a 9 in my damages last time (crit x3) : 9+9+8=26 - my fault, I should have made it clearer.\n\nSame attack...\nAtt 1 (1d20+8)[ 13 ] Dam 1 (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \nAtt 2 (1d20+8)[ 20 ] Dam 2 (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \nAtt 3 (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Dam 3 (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n-> total damage = 0 or 4\n]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur sits up painfully, broken ribs causing him to grunt. Beneath his helmet his face is contorted in agony, but still he wills himself up. Oblivious to the drow in his pain, Evendur stands unsteadily on his feet, swaying, but not falling. He draws in a deep breath, muttering a prayer to Sune. His gauntleted hands are surrounded by a warm light which disipatees in tendrals arround his armored body, sinking through the shining metal.\n\nRelief floods through him, his bones knitting, his blood returning to it's rightfull place, wounds caused by shards of broken bone breaking the skin healing to bare scars. He takes his first easy breath and a strange sence of calmness pervades. He takes in the scene that now confronts him, an over-sized Tiriel about to make ready a charge, Thokk's solitary stand against the ettin-troll creature, the numerous fallen, the flight of bats descending upon the troll, the arcs of magic lancing out from the mages. He knows that he should be helping in some way but how.\n\nThe new life that courses through him answers his question. He should help the falen, but even as he thinks this he sees the Lizardman stir and Lisa weave healing over Lumpy. There was no one to heal but himself.\n\nEvendur turns now, looking for his sword, and sees the Drow standing by him. He pats the drow's sholder with a metalic hand and moves to pick up his sword.\n\n[Ooc: lay on hands +28 HP. Total HP=29. Retrieves sword.]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n A look of grave concern crosses Fizahn's face. How are we going to kill this thing. I should get out of here. Maybe Elthan can drain it's strength until it can't move. Then, it might be easier to kill. I should flee. Despite his self-preservation telling him to flee, Fizahn remains where he is. He looses another crossbow bolt at the fell troll.\n\nOOC: Okay... Invisible castle's not working now. Rolls later unless someone tells me how to do the board roller thing..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman bolts back to consciousness with a gasp. The nictating membranes taking a second longer to pull away after his eyelids snap open.\n\nHe grimaces as he feels a world of pain over his abdomen. Thru the grimace, he hears Sunhair say something. Opening his eyes he sees her eying Serpentslayer and ready to move towards him. He grabs ahold of her hand and digs into his pouch shoving a CLW potion into her hands before letting her go.\n\nOOC: i have higher initiative so i react before lissa moves\n\nHe then picks himself up and moves out of range to Tiriel's direction while the bats distract the troll." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin reloads and fires again, wishing (not for the first time) that she could cast spells. She swears when the bolt simply bounces off the troll-creature's hide.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=13) \nAssuming the bolt doesn't hit, because even a normal troll has AC 16. If it does, damage=4. )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n\n While she understands what Callos is saying, she can't help but see a problem in his logic: Lumpy has a flail, a weapon made for tripping an enemy. She, on the other hand as a sword, which is very large and made to hurt people, not trip them. And the last thing she wants to do is to drop that sword.\n \n\"I'm going to work with what I have. Tell the others to try not to get me in their cross fire.\"\n\n After saying that, Tiriel runs toward the troll, positioning herself in a flanking position with Thokk before attacking.\n\n Attack: (1d20+15=31) = 30 (+2 from flanking, -1 using 2 handed grip)\nDamage: (2d6+20, 1d6=[6, 4, 20], [4]) = 30* + 4 fire damage\n\n [ooc: using 2 handed grip , +1.5 character's str bonus. I just realized that I haven't been doing this right until now 😁] \n \n HP: 57 = 45 + 1d8+4=12 \nSTR: +8 mod, 27 = 21+ 4 + 2 \n AC: 18 = 20 - 2 (dex) \nAttack (LS): 13 = 10 + 2 + (1 - 1) \n Dmg w/large LS : 2d6+8 +1d6 fire \n+1 to saves vs. fear \n( Aid 40-1= 38 rounds ) ( Bull's Str 60 = 59 rounds) ( Enlarge person 60 rounds)\n \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The fell troll sees Tiriel's growth, and it knows what is coming next. Ignoring Thokk, the bats, and the hail of rocks, arrows, and crossbow bolts, it readies itself for Tiriel's attack.\n\nTime seems to slow down as Tiriel, enlarged, cuts towards the right, then arcs towards the fell troll, slicing downward with her flaming sword held in both hands.\n\nShe buries her sword deeply, the troll's flesh crackling and popping as she does so. Die, beast! Die! \n\nThe troll hugs Tiriel to its chest, biting and ripping with teeth and claws, rending and shredding her where she stands. Seemingly in slow motion, the troll lowers its arms and releases Tiriel. She sways on her feet, then slowly topples backwards, leaving the still-burning sword lodged in the troll's body.\n\nAnother lightning bolt and a pair of burning rays blast the troll almost simultaneously, leaving the beast blackened and charred. It steps backwards, turning towards Achkby with a snarl on its faces.\n\nIt takes one step towards the halfling, then sinks to one knee. Its eyes roll up into its heads, and it keels over onto its side. You feel the frozen ground tremble as the 5000 pound troll collapses.\n\n\n\nOOC: Combat summary ...\n\nAoO vs Tiriel: 25 (10 + 15) hits for 7 (4 + 8 - 5) damage\nclaw attacks 35 (20 + 15) confirm 17 (2 + 15), 18 (3 + 15) plus rend total 33 damage\nbite 28 (15 + 13) hits for 6 (12 - 1 - 5) damage\nbite 21 (8 + 13) hits for 1 (7 - 1 - 5) damage\n\ntotal damage on Tiriel: 47\n\ncleave 15 (2 + 13)\n\nsave vs lightning bolt: 11 (6 + 5)\n\nAeroz HP: 11\nLumpy HP: 3 (-9 + 12)\nThokk HP: 17 (40 - 23)\nSsathiya HP: 3\nEvendur HP: 29 (1 + 28)\nTiriel HP: 10 (57 - 47)\n\nfell troll HP: 165 - 4 - 13 - 21= 127 unconscious\nnon-lethal damage: 104 + 24 + 21 + 4 + 3 + 6 = 162\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Oh no, that thing is not getting out of this that easily! \" The necromancer exclaimed as the fell troll went down to one knee then fell to the ground. And man was it a fat creature! Once he was sure, looking carefully, that it was in fact unconsious he wasted no time. Rushing over he wasted no time in spitting out clipped phrases. Holding his thumbs together, he aimed his hands at the beast as a torrent of burning flames erupted from his finger tips to scorch the beast. Not wasting any time, he went through the paces once more and had the flames shoot from his finger tips once more.\n\n\" Get up Tiriel and finish what you started! \" \n\n((Casting burning hands twice on the downed fell troll 5d4=12, 5d4=14 ))\n \n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "Man With Feathers in His Hair\n\nHe breathes a sigh of relief as the troll collapses, but quickly notices its torn flesh growing back together. He knew nothing of trolls, but the visible regeneration was enough to keep him in action.\n \nAcid or fire, he said. \n\nHis hands maintain their forward position, this time firing a jet of cloudy liquid at the unconscious behemoth.\n\n(OOC: Acid splash on the unconscious troll repeatedly until it's dead or I'm out of acid, 1d3=2, 1d3=2, 1d3=3, 1d3=3 there's four results ahead of time)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Ow. \"\nTiriel lays stunned on the ground for a moment trying to block out the pain shooting through her limbs. Well at least I took it down with me... , she thinks to herself, though don't trolls regenerate?\n \nShe pushes herself up with a groan and after Callos shouts at her - observing that the wizard seems intent on roasting the troll to \"well done.\"\n\n\" With what smart ass? Turn this spell off so I can use my sword again. \" Tiriel retrieves a potion from her belt pouch and drinks it.\n\n potion of clw - (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n\n[Tiriel's sword would have shrunk back to normal since she let go of it. If Callos dismisses the enlarge person spell Tiriel will gladly help out]\n " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach lad, I said I would have yer heart, right after I get yer head!\" \n\nThokk throws his tower shield to the ground, steps up to the trolls intelligent head, and attempts to lop it off in one fell swoop\n\n Thokk Coup De Grace (2d10+24=32) \n\nAfter Cleaving off a head, Thokk proceeds to take the Monocle off the Troll and then lop off the other head. After, he uses his dagger and sword to cut away at the body until he reaches its heart." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Can't you see I'm busy? Just use it like you would a dagger until I dismiss the spell. \" He called back to the warrior woman, still in the throes of his arcane spellcasting at the moment. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nWIth a muted groan, Lumpy drags himself upright again. He was broken up something fierce, but there were always things to do. The dwarf was hacking away at the troll with his wholy useless sword, the mages were trying to burn it out. He eyes the still-giant Tiriel and registers her complaint, then settles on her sword. Perfect. He wondered idly if she'd mind him borrowing it, but decided he didn't overly care.\n\nHe limps silently over to the giant. He makes a game attempt to dislodge the sword with his right arm, which hangs limply, before jerking it out with his left. He crosses over to where Thokk is chopping at the troll's heads. He applies the flaming blade to the stumps without fanfare, explaining simply,\n\n\" Chop 'em off all day, they grow back. Kinda like a hydra that way. Gotta cook them afterwords. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan relaxes and strides confidently up to the now unconscious troll. \"Sure, cut 'em off, every little bit if your want,\" he states sarcastically, \"Just be sure to leave me an arm to ask where he picked up our Gnome. Honestly, I don't any of you even paid attention to word it said. Aeroz, you must understand I what I mean; you were the first to respond to the fable.\"\n\nHe clears his throat as he recounts his thoughts. \"Your all giving in too easily to try and kill it and forgetting what we need to do. Get some rope out and start hauling it against a tree. By the time it awakes, I'll drain it fully of it's strength, and it will be nice and incapacitated while we get what we need.\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy continues to burn away at the troll,\n\n\" See now, that's where yer wrong. Might be this thing can help us find the guide, but yer wrong in saying it'll get us what we need. If it'd been a matter'a finding them at all costs, I could'a started tracking them from the moment we came across that campsite with ya in it. Could'a wandered all over the place looking fer the the missing. But I didn't, and there's a reason. \"\n\nHe jerks a thumb back at Lissa,\n\n\" And as great as it is that we got one back. . . Well, it ain't easy ta say, but I'll say it. We ain't got the luxury'a the time needed tha chase down strays. As little or as much as any'a us might wanna try and save him, we ain't gonna. Or, I ain't gonna. \n\n\" Besides, who's gonna move this Gods damned thing ta tie it up? I can barely move period. That's another risk we don't gotta take. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz\n \n\" I recognized the fable because I heard it a million times from some damn thief. It was him or us, and we should probably burn the remains and leave as soon as possible. Try to avoid any other conflicts too. We need to go to the Iron Lord, warn him about the undead and demons headed for him and move on to our next destination. I doubt that all of the people who really want us dead will wait for us to succeed in our current task. \" Aeroz states astutely as he grabs a healing potion from his bag.\n\n[OOC: Potion of Cure moderate wounds: 2d8+3=10hp cured]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel smolders in silence. She vaguely register's that Lumpy has picked up her sword and is joining Thokk in hacking the troll to pieces. Now, normally she'd be mad about that. She likes her sword and she'd just gotten it repaired, but right now all she can think about is how much Callos has been annoying the beans out of her. You know, while it's fun being huge to rough people up, it's kind of embarrassing otherwise...I hate that wizard. \n\nTiriel also vaguely realizes that she still doesn't feel well, though she can't pinpoint the reason.\n\nhorrible word substitution to keep the Teen rating 😛\n[When Tiriel's Aid wears off in a few minutes she'll be at a lovely 2 hp.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"'That one' does have a name, you know.\" Lissa rolls her eyes at Lumpy. \"You're welcome for the healing, by the way. C'mere, Tiriel, it looks like that thing did a number on you.\" She puts a hand on Tiriel's leg (that being the highest she can currently reach) and chants the now-familiar syllables of the healing spell. White light pours into the fighter's gaping wounds, but as with the druid and Lumpy, it only manages to partially heal them. \"Thanks for the rescue, everyone. I honestly wasn't expecting to ever see you again, after...\" Lissa's voice falters, and she looks down. \"After the vampires.\" \n OOC: Burn deific vengeance for cure moderate wounds on Tiriel: heal - (2d8+3)[ 14 ] hp " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nThe druid limps to stand beside Elthan as he explains his point to Aeroz.\n\nGods knew he wanted the troll alive. They needed answers. To find Hajih. Especially with Lissa so close, it'd lead them straight to him.\n\nIt also nearly killed him and any number of his companions. Growling he summons a fire elemental and then another.\nChanting the spells, he avoids looking at Elthan or any of the other party members.\n\nHe oversees the burning of the comatose troll. It was NOT getting up again.\n\nHe resigns himself that with a party with so many injured, subduing a live troll or tracking down a captured Hajih would be unwise.\n\n\nOOC:Convert Level 2 spells to small fire elementals." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur had heard the stories, how only fire could stop a troll, acid stop a hydra, and so on. Well, if these people believed in it strongly enough to keep on attacking the thing while it was down he wasn't going to take any chances either. He starts to look for a tree or copse thereof to aquire wood to build a fire with.\n\n The druid might not like it, but it's nessesary. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Stocky man \n\nHis hand was reaching for the next arrow, but he stopped when the huge beast fell down. For a second, it felt like his body whole was vibrating, and then it was gone. So soon ? But so late, also... Sadness in his eyes, he took a moment to survey the battlefield. To his surprise and relief, all the prone forms were getting up one by one. No casualty ? That is extraordinary. \n\nShaking himself, he remembered his own advice. It's not dead, yet. \n\nHe started to approach the few people that were already busying themselves with hacking and burning the troll. He stopped, suddenly shy. What should I say ? \n These people saved me.\nAnd they're doing a good job out of killing this monster. Not much more I can do here. \n\nTo everyone :\n\"If somebody needs healing, I can help a bit. It's the least I can do. Thanks for rescuing me !\"\nIt feels awkward.\n\nSomething's nagging him. He is bemused at the interaction between those people, but it's not that.\n\nAnd then the elf mentions the unthinkable. They know ? How ? I know I have been fast ! His mind is racing. And it only gets worse when the gnome mentions vampires. All of this, almost... casually !\n - Who are these people ?\n- Wait, do vampires even exist ?\n- No time, you fool, hurry ! \n\nAnd then it comes back, something he had seen at the corner of his eye... A Drow ! Here ! But, it is traveling with humans, and it seems they are also racing against the advancing army. \n\nGiving in to a complex blend of emotions, he strides to Aeroz : \"What do you know about the approaching army ? How ? Who are you people, and why do you travel with a Drow , er, Drow ?\"\n\nRealizing it is all coming out too rushed, he tries to soften his manner and his voice. \"Apologies, but I am really on my nerves. I'm Adalmar, a ranger of the Great Dale. I am on a mission of vital importance.\"\n\n[OOC: I picked a random color for Damaran, his dialect.\nedit: he spoke fairly loud... so if you want an excuse to jump in...]" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair \n\nAs the troll smolders into nonexistence, he looks up from its corpse and asks,\n\n\"Anyone have any tobacco?\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin waits around until the mages have finished killing off the troll, or until some agreement is reached on what to do with it. She wouldn't be useful in either way, being neither exceptionally strong or able to do magic. After the troll has been taken care of, she looks around for her horse, hoping it didn't run too far away." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nOnce the druid's elementals have gotten into the action, Lumpy gives up on adding Tiriel's sword to the conflagration. He was too tried to keep hacking anyway. He waves the sword around a few times, as if trying to snuff the flames running down the blade, \" Off.. off. \" before giving up and leaving it to hang loosely in his grip.\n\nHe turns his attention to Adelmar, as if truly noticing him for the first time now that the danger has passed. He answers brusquely, in a no-nonsense tone,\n\n\" The drow's given good account fer himself, and I won't stand ta see ya judge him otherwise. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel thanks Lissa for healing her and converses with the gnome while the various enchantments wear off. Tiriel inhales sharply with a hiss when Lissa mentions vampires.\n\" Valentine. It was her wasn't it? Damnit. Do they still have Hajih? \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian druid busies himself with the burning. He casts detect magic to help identify any bits of the troll he could use but fails to find anything of use.\nHe finds a tooth off to one side that isn't burning and takes that as a trophy.\n\nWhen Lissa presses his potion into his palm, he considers immediately gulping it down but decides to save it for another day instead. He wonders what the troll was reading and moves forward to read the signpost.\n\nHe didn't pay much attention to the newcomers. They'd fought beside them and would either join them in a conflict that wasn't theirs or stick with them til the next human settlement and then split off\n\n Bowman.. magic-user \nwas all he thought before turing away." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix walks to where everyone is busy hacking apart the troll and plops himself down. He slowly begins taking off his armor, as hoping not to hit any of his bruises. \"Is everyone going to make it?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz\n\n \" I suggest you actually start calling that Drow by his name. He's shown his value and loyalty several times over, so I wouldn't go basing assumptions on the colour of his skin. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair \n\nSeeing his question fall on deaf ears, he whips a flat piece of polished steel out of a pocket inside his short black jacket and holds it up to his face. Cursing in several languages, he rubs at his eyeliner until the smudge is gone and the kohl is once again simply lining his lower eyelids. When he's satisfied with his appearance, he smiles and returns it to the pocket.\n\nAn eyebrow shoots up when he notices the drow, but he says nothing." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan attempts to speak out a counter-argument, but finds himself at a loss of a point. After three tries at lipping a rebuttal, he accepts defeat to the point; They really didn't need the Troll, and rescuing Hajih was a secondary priority.\n\n\"Still,\" he brings himself about to saying, \"If we are to be heading off in such a rush, why do we need to finish off our combatant? Gods know, we've giving him a sound trouncing that'll will keep him off his feet for more than a while. We made a fair exchange, and got what we needed, so why not leave him be now and head along on our way?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thick, oily black smoke rises from the fell troll's corpse as the fire elementals, burning hands, and acid do their work. In a perverse way, the cremation of the troll reminds you of Si'rene's funeral pyre.\n\nThe flat alluvial plain offers little in the way of trees or firewood. Evendur gives up on his futile search and instead hops on his warhorse and retrieves the other scattered horses and pony.\n\n...\n\nEveryone talks at once, hardly anyone listening to one another. Though temporarily united in battle with the fell troll, the party quickly falls back into its usual pattern of individual self-absorption.\n\nAdalmar's introduction goes almost completely unacknowledged. The man with the feathers in his hair is similarly more or less ignored by the party members.\n\nTrinark lowers his hood, revealing himself for the first time to the strangers. Squinting against the painful daylight, he offers his hand in the surface custom to both of the newly freed men. \"I am Trinark of the House Tel'von. Well met Adalmar and ... ?\" He raises an eyebrow right back at the dark-haired spellcaster.\n\n...\n\nElthan watches Thokk with mild disgust as he hacks away with his bastard sword, mutilating the burning troll's body, sparks flying, his face blackened by soot. The parable of the swan and the scorpion still fresh in his mind, Elthan wonders who was the true 'scorpion', the fell troll or zealots like Thokk.\n\nAs Elthan watches the others rise ghost-like from the cold earth, using magic spells or potions to heal themselves and each other, he thinks of the fleeting ecstacy of true power flowing through his veins. He closes his eyes and remembers ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Man With Feathers in His Hair \n\nHe gives a casual nod to the drow, and speaks,\n\n\"I'm Khazrael, and I'd like to thank you all for getting that troll off my back.\"\n\nHe glances to the west.\n\n\"I sure hope you people are going east, because the demons and dark elves are moving very quickly in this direction and they're not here to make friends.\"\n\nHe adds, a little sheepishly, \"If you ARE headed east, I'd love to come with. I don't think any of us wants to run into another one of these trolls without all the backup we can get.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs the others try to burn the Troll, Achkby stands just behind them, his lips and fingers harboring the final components of the spell he used just a moment ago.\n\nWhen the troll is finished, he relaxes, and buries his head in the snow.\n\n I ALMOST LET THEM BE KILLED. I FROZE UP... AND THEY ALMOST DIED. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nPeople still need healing. People are asking questions about the vampires. The two newcomers look really confused, and somebody should introduce them around. And Achkby looks like he's having a panic attack. Lissa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, rubbing her temples. One thing at a time. Nobody's in immediate danger of dying, and Trinark has more power than me anyway, so questions are first up. \"Trinark, would you mind finishing up on Lumpy and the druid? I'll join you as soon as I've told the group what I know about the vampires and Hajih.\" \n Trusting Trinark to take care of their wounded friends, Lissa turns back to Tiriel. \"Okay... just a second. ANYONE WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT VAMPIRES, I'M TELLING THE STORY NOW! I hate telling the same story five times. So, I assume you found our camp...\" Despite all the stereotypes about long-winded gnomes, Lissa's report is short and to the point. Evidently Si'rene was on watch when she spotted nightmares approaching and awakened Lissa and Hajih. There were three nightmares, each being ridden by a vampire- or vampire spawn, Lissa can't say for sure which. She did notice that two of the vampires followed the orders of the third, a female matching the description of Lady Valentine. \n The outmatched group fought back as best they could, Si'rene especially, but the vampires were simply too powerful. Lady Valentine killed Si'rene; the other two managed to capture Lissa and Hajih, and took them underground before sunrise. Both captives were tortured, but the vampires quickly lost interest in Lissa. Hajih was tortured much more, apparently to determine the larger group's planned route. (Lissa thinks they gave up on her because she has absolutely no sense of direction outside a city.) \n Lissa was surprised to see that vampires evidently need to sleep, or enter a dormant state. Either the vampires were confident in the power of locked manacles, fatigued from combat, or both, since all three 'slept' at the same time. Lissa managed to slip her own bonds, but one of the vampires 'woke' just as she started picking the locks on Hajih's manacles. She was forced to flee without him. \n\nUpon reaching the surface, Lissa stayed under cover or in an invisibility spell as much as possible, hoping to find the river and avoid any fights. Unfortunately, she happened across the fell troll on a flat, snow-covered plain... and the smart head figured out what footprints appearing out of nowhere meant." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe blinks at the elf's answer.\n\" Admitting he is trustworthy - which I'd like to decide for myself - how could I call him by his name ? I don't know it. Nor do I know anyone's here for that matter. \"\n\nHe is taken aback when the drow steps forward. Somewhat reluctantly, he gives the extended hand a firm shake. \" I will give you the benefit of doubt. I have nothing against you personally, but your kin has started to invade and ravage my homeland, aided by demons, and that I cannot forget. \"\n\nHe then proceeds to gape at Khazrael's offhand remark. \" Does everybody already knows about the invasion ? The main ranger station in Lethyr was overrun but a few days ago. I thought I had gone as fast as possible... \"\nIt ends up in a mutter : \" I did send animal messengers, but did they make it ? No, I have to make sure by myself. \"\n\nLissa's retelling does little to alleviate his confusion. Too much prior information needed that he doesn't possess. Still, he can only feel compassion for the little woman's sufferings." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur listens with half an ear to Lissa's story as he checks the horses for hurt, deteched as he was that day they found the camp. Suffering happened and he did his best to aleviate it, but there was a greater suffering, more pressing, that needed to be prevented, that of the dark tide from the west. He could not feal for haju's plight. If he did he would go mad." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn lowers his crossbow as his final bolt flies over the slumped body of the troll. He then listens to the people talking. Adalmar. He directs an exasperated look at Elthan when he suggests not killing the troll. Fizahn respends, his voice full of sarchasm. \"Oh yes. Excellent plan. I'm sure the troll wouldn't pursue us if he knew that our spells were depleted, he practically killed us already, and we don't regenerate like he does. I'm sure he'd just leave us alone. Plus, if he does decide to folllow us, that's just what we need! A troll trying to kill us in addition to Sethra. Excellent plan! Hey! Let's not kill the troll everyone. Our grand high troll-itarian requires that the definately not evil troll be interrogated.\" Fizahn looks at Elthan. \"Do you understand what I'm saying?\" Khazrael. How long will these two last? " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAfter a moment, the cold brings Achkby to his senses, and he stands up, brushing flakes from his overcoat and shaking his arms to get the blood moving.\n\n I can't blast myself for what's happened. But next time, I'll be there. And in the mean time, we have to regroup and recuperate...\n But they almost died! \n\nThey didn't, though... and we have to keep moving, or more people than just Thokk and Lumpy might lose their lives.\nI'm always worry about moving on, always putting behind me what I've done wrong, what's been done wrong by anybody. Does it make sense to just forget the past? I forget the past, and resolve to do better in the future... but do I ever do better? Do I just keep making mistakes, keep putting others in danger, letting baby dragons be abducted by cruel forces, and then forget it? \nAchkby's efforts to dry himself slow to a distracted wiping of his hands on his cloak as he is lost in thought.\n\nAfter a moment, scowling deeply, he comes out of his reverie and circles about Lissa with the others, slipping between his taller companions to push to the front of the group." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe retrieves her sword from Lumpy and watches the troll's body burn with mixed emotions. She feels some guilt, but mostly frustration and anger. Her ire is not directed to the recently deceased troll, but at lady Valentine and her cronies. After a few moments she turns her back on the pyre - Lissa's story reaffirming her decision to see this \"mission\" through to the end. She walks over to where she'd tossed her pack. She bends down and retrieves it, nodding to Adalmar.\n\" You said your name was Adalamr, didn't you? My name's Tiriel and you're welcome to borrow my bow until you find a replacement. \" She reaches into her pack and pulls out two more quivers of arrows which she hands to the man.\nFinding her horse, one of the few who didn't flee the battlefield, Tiriel leads it over to the rest of the group.\n\n\" I think we'd better do the rest of our talking on the road. That's something we all agree with, right? \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Absolutely. Let's get the hells away from this fire before someone spots it.\"\n\nHe gives himself a once-over, apparently satisfied after a moment, and moves to follow the wagon." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \nThe druid finishes reading the signpost and returns to hear Lissa talk about 'vampires'.\n\n \"Vam-pyress?\" \nTrinark was talking to the strangers so he asks Elthan. When Elthan explains what a vampire was, he exclaims\n \"BLOOD-DRINKERS!!\" loudly.\n\nHe looks agitated and with his severe wounds his pacing only amounts to an aggravated limp.\n\nLooking at the wilderness the troll had come thru, he surmises he could easily track the troll back but with snow and bad weather, the gnomes footprints were probably lost. But surely they couldn't leave one of their own at the mercy of the vampires\n\n \"Find Blue-hat?\" \n\nHe forces himself to think about their situation. Almost all the fighters were badly wounded.They'd need rest.\n If they are looking for us, we may not need to go to them " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael tells a disturbing tale of his flight just ahead of a drow/demon army sweeping through the Great Dale. Apparently after the fall of Cormanthor, at least one division of the Army of Darkness has driven east, punching through Impiltur and across the Easting Reach into the Unapproachable East.\n\nMoving with unnatural speed beneath the surface of the earth, the Army has adopted blitzkrieg tactics, enveloping town after town, catching them by surprise one by one. They have used overwhelming force against the undefended hamlets of the Dale, for the most part preventing news of the invasion from spreading farther to the east.\n\nAdalmar's story is much the same. Demons and drow appearing from seemingly nowhere within the Forest of Lethyr, overwhelming the unprepared rangers stationed in isolated outposts.\n\nAnd now Lissa reports that Lady Valentine, a lieutenant of Sethra, is somewhere in the vicinity. It would seem that, like the Army of Darkness, Lady Valentine has been able to travel through the Upperdark, ignoring the snowy/icy conditions on the surface. Riding on nightmares, she obviously had little difficulty intercepting the party (hampered by days of delay from winter snowstorms) near Two Stars.\n\nHajih's fate is unknown. Did he fold under torture? If so, what would he have told Lady Valentine and her minions? The decision to take the Cold Road was made after he had been captured. Perhaps, then, the party's current location is unknown to Lady Valentine ...\n\nDemons and drow to the west. Demons and undead to the south. This information is startling to you. For over two tendays, the party has been pressing eastward on mostly deserted roads, encountering almost no one other than the winter caravan heading eastward and the small isolated towns along the trade route. This is the first news you have heard from the coast since you left Telflamm, and the news is obviously not good.\n\nAdalmar looks up at the enormous signpost and gets his bearings. \"Kront is not far to the north of us. We can make it there before dusk. If it has not yet fallen, we can find succor there and perhaps warn them of the approaching danger.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nTheir respective stories done, Lissa walks over to Featherhair- Khazrael, his name is Khazrael- and extends a gloved hand. \"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, I'm Lissa Quicksilver. Just call me Lissa. You're... Khazrael, am I pronouncing that right? Anyway, things are always a bit chaotic around here, but since you helped fry that troll, I don't think the others would mind if you wanted to travel with us. Any enemy of fiends is a friend of mine.\" She gives Khazrael a worried, yet slightly hopeful look. \"Um, I don't suppose you've heard anything about High Dale, have you? My family lives there, you see... most enemies can't pierce the illusions we gnomes use to conceal our homes, but demons might be able to do so...\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix scoops us his loose armor and brings it over to the wagon, chuckling to himself as Khazrael worries about his appearance, finding it a silly thing to worry about after a battle. He looks around the group letting out a sigh of relief that everyone made it. Still shaking slightly from the intensity of the fight he flies his way up to perch on Achkby's pony, getting himself comfortable for the journey ahead." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Let's head towards Kront. Adalmar, would you let me know when we're within sight of the town? We might want to send a scout to check the town before entering. \"\n\nTiriel mounts her horse and rides toward the head of the party. For the first time since Si'rene's death she finds herself feeling confident again. \n We're slowly learning to function as a group... We're going to need to learn to communicate better though, she thinks remembering how long it had taken everyone to coordinate for the attack on the troll. Lumpy might have been right - we need someone to take charge, at least during battles . \n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid strips the ruined winter clothing and examines it. He starts chanting a song softly and running his hands over the cloth.\n\n Mending \n\nHe sits on the wagon as it starts moving and stares into the distance lost in thought.\n\nThe human settlemants were safe havens to rest in these dangerous lands. Once rested they could either hunt or await the arrival of the vampires. He'd never hunted blood-drinkers. He resolves to ask more about them from Elthan." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe accepts Tiriel's gift with a grateful nod, but dares not correct the \"Adlamr\". He is keenly aware of his ambivalence toward her : she has been in turn helpful and haughty, she's attractive but he cannot help feeling diminished by her sheer physical strength... That she can wield that bow... \n Tch ! Too much talking, too much thinking... let's walk. \n\n\" Could someone introduce me to the remaining people here ? \", he asks.\n\nHe scoops a little dirt from the ground, closes his fist and lets it flow out slowly, all the while murmuring words of power.\n\nHe shows that he is ready, no, eager to go.\n\n[OOC: Longstrider ]" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe shakes Lissa's tiny hand with a slight bow and smiles a little sadly.\n\n\"Khazrael (Cause-rye-elle) is right. I don't think I can answer your question though. I was tripping around the Great Dale, and to be honest, world events weren't number one on my list.\"\n\n The drow, aided by demons, will leave nothing undiscovered, and nothing alive. If they went anywhere near the gnomish settlement, nobody will have made it.\n\n \"I'm sure they're fine though.\"\n\n I'm tired of running, I want to DO something about all of this. I wonder if the next town will be big enough to mount some sort of defense. If not, maybe we can evacuate it. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer breathed a sigh of relief once the troll was finally burnt to a crisp. If it had gotten back up again...then they all truly would have been in trouble. Of course he was curious as to why Ackby had stood there and stared, maybe seeing Lissa again had shocked him into immobility. But that wasn't exactly his most pressing concern at the moment. What was his concern was that he had consumed most of the arcane energies he could use in a day, and with night coming on perhaps they might be paid a visit by Lady Valentine. A sort of shiver ran up his spine then, but it was at least explainable. He had never actually seen a vampire in action. Then again he might not want too either.\n\nLooking winded, the older human went back to the wagon. Pausing only briefly to let his eyes linger on the newcomers, Tiriel, and Lissa before climbing aboard." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nQuietly, Achkby returns to Bess, picking up his dropped spear as he goes. He brushes off the snow, sets the polearm in its place, and does his best to calm Bess, but with little success. After a moment he awkwardly climbs on her back, and is pleased to find Yix, whom Achkby had overlooked. It's reassuring to have at least one companion who enjoys his company. At least enough to share a pony.\n\nAchkby reaches out a hand to pat Yix, but stops, thinking he might aggravate the brave little pseudodragon's wounds.\n\" Do you need a potion? \" he asks quietly.\n\nIf Yix answer affirmatively, Achkby hands him a vial of Cure Light Wounds from a pouch at his waist." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Thokk, after making sure the body was a fetid mess and securing the precious monocle, wanders over to the new comers. The stocky dwarf eyes them up and down, and simply states:\n\n \"Ach, good show lads. The name be Thokk.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The introductions continue as you travel north towards Kront. It took some time to retrieve the spooked horses and pack animals and to finish cremating the troll. There are a couple of light horses free for Adalmar and Khazrael to borrow for now so that they don't slow you down. Lissa's riding dog is of course lost, its fate unknown. She takes a seat next to Fizahn in the cart.\n\nYou race northward, hoping to beat the sunset to Kront.\n\nWhen you near the town, the party halts while Adalmar rides ahead to scout out the situation. After a half an hour, he returns with a frown on his face.\n\nThe town appears to be deserted. Either the townsfolk are in hiding, or gone. There is only another hour or so before nightfall." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix felt like he could manage his wounds, but when Achkby asked him, he realized just how much he actually did hurt. He takes the potion and thanks Achkby for his kindness. \"I am glad you were here with us.\" Yix tells the halfling. He then stretches himself out as he feels the liquid soothe a few of his wounds.\n\n\n\n(( 1d8+1=2 \nAwww man the dice were not with me...thanks though Hemp)) " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "1d8+1 is all, sorry. 😳\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Thank you. \"\n\n That one line means so much to me, it's sort of disturbing... " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur sits apart froom the group, his silence not unusual, his solitary stance to be expected. The colours of the oncoming sunset glint off his armor in rainbow patterns, but his expresion is far less chearfull. Helmet under arm he surveys the town from a distance, listening intently if not obviously, to Adalmar's report.\n\n\"If the people are hiding then they can not defend themselves. If they have fled there is no point in defence. If they are dead there is nothing to defend. We should avid the town all together. Agents of Sethra may still be there or be watching it.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n Elthan spends the short ride either explaining vampires to the Lizardman, or trying to organize his thoughts.\n\n\"Actually,\" says Elthan after a bout of silence, \"Depending on what we're more afraid of, staying in the city might be a good idea. If we are afraid of demons and any trap they may have set, then passing it by would be the best course of actions. If we are more afraid of Valentine herself assaulting our group, then the city would be best.\"\n\n\"Allow me to explain. If the city is empty, with all of the inhabitants either fleeing or dead, then whatever is left is proper salvage for the less ethical to take. Under such conditions, we can easily take a fortified home and claim it ours. Vampires, while able to go about in public places, are unable enter a residence or other private place without formal permission from the owner. With us as the owners of our nightly residence, Valentine and any other accomplice of hers will be properly stalled. All that would remain would be to fortify against any demons, which we would surely encounter if we rested outside.\"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n On the ride, Thokk stays close to Lissa, making sure the Gnomette was safe and secure \n \"Ach, that makes sense lad. And if they be demons, Ill enjoy rending them apart. Besides, if we enter the city, might be able to scrape together some more supplies\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya leaps off the cart as news about the town is brought to them. He gives an unconscious look at Fizahn before moving forward to speak.\n\n A truly strange day..with much memories.. this was how it was when we first met. My pack and I.\nThe Day we passed the village of the 'hydra' was the same.\n \n\" People or animals not leave nest without.. reason\"\n\n \"Not Safe.. unless .. we know why\"\n\n In his excitement he rumbles out his words swiftly switching to draconic when he encounters verbal stumbling block.\n\nThe gist of his words are simple enough. Dwellings are not deserted without good cause. Caution was advised should this be a trap or the aftermath of something bad. The road north from Teflamn was humbling experience for the druid given the number of near-fatal disasters.\n\n\nThere was no lizardman equivalent of the word pessimistic. The closest was well-prepared . Fizahn would have found this darkly humourous if the lizardman ever became intelligent enough to note it and point it out.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"If I were alone,\" he says, having listened to the others' suggestions, \"I'd just post up in one of these buildings unseen. But there is no way we haven't been spotted, if anyone's there to look. How about we fortify a larger building, maybe a townhouse or something with two stories, and get ready to defend it from the second floor? And how much of this vampire crap is folklore? Think about it, how many 'hangover cures' have you heard in your life? Just because vampires are real doesn't mean every story about them is.\"\n\n\"We need a quick barricade, we need fire, we need food, and we need a place big enough to fit the animals. I say the cart's big enough to block off a main entrance if we turn it over. People can board up first floor windows and the animals can stay on that floor while we hole up in the second.\"\n\nHis casual smile has left him, and a hardened look casts a shadow over his face. These ideas come too quickly, too readily--he's clearly dug in, determined to survive.\n\nAs an aside, to the lizardman, he continues, speaking fluid, eloquent draconic, a dialect the creature has trouble following, but is instantly familiar with.\n\n \"I don't know how much of that plan you caught, but if you know this land or anything about it, perhaps you could check for signs of where everyone may have gone? I hate to impose, but you seem like an observant fellow.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid listens to the newcomer magic-user without bias. The advice from Trinark was not going unheeded.\n\nHe found the suggestion from Feathers-in-hair to be of some merit. What puzzled him was he spoke draconic in the high eloquent style that Trinark spoke it instead of the more stiff dialect his surface companions spoke. He glances at Trinark to see if he catches it. However it quickly slips from his mind as he formulates the words he needs.\n\nHe mumbles out, \" I know little of this land. And he is the better tracker \",\npointing to Lumpy.\n\nHe looks annoyed as he says this but it seems to be frustration at himself more than at Khazrael.\n\nHe seems to come to a decision and looks at everyone he voices out\n \"I badly hurt. Help heal me and i go scout\" \nwith a more confident timbre." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Ach, methinks that not be the best idea Scaley. Yer gave us a fright dissapearin' once before, yer a tad banged up, and it is cold as balls right now. If I can get some healin' Ill venture out, maybe with the little lad\" \n \"Ready to show the talkfolk how to move?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe had ridden in silence, focused on Kront, his goal, and barely keeping his impatience in check.\nBefore he even reached the outskirts of the town, he knew something was wrong : no shouts, no bustling. He went up and down a few streets, called out repeatedly, to no avail.\n He rode back quickly, worrying all the while about the fate of the townspeople. There had been no signs of fighting, so he had hope some messenger had arrived there in time. The other possibility, a mass abduction, was too horrible to even consider. \nHe spotted broken doors here and there that could only be the result of struggle. Anguish seized him - he wanted to investigate the fate of the people he knew here, but his rescuers were waiting for him... He chose to head back, tension knotting his stomach.\n\nHe kept quiet while others were discussing the next step. He would have had some valuable input, but found himself reluctant to share with this strange group. He had yet to identify the person (or persons) in charge. Maybe the old sorcerer in the cart, who had been shouting instructions at the top of his lungs during the battle ?\nAnd they were proposing they break into one the homes of his birthplace after all. Foreigners, and their strange tongues...\n\nYet, Khazrael's idea made sense. The odd lizard's, though... He's limping and he wants to scout ?! Madness... \n\n\" From what little I understood of your recent problems, it seems you should realize that going out at night in a small group is a bad idea. \"\nHe lets that sink in for a second.\n\" Knowing that, if you insist on going, I feel it's my duty to accompany you - I know this town well. \"\nHe has enough modesty - or is it shyness ? - to avoid mentioning his tracking skills." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel hands the druid a potion, abashed that she hadn't realized that he was still badly injured.\n\" We need shelter, regardless of it's form, and the town is the only thing available to us now. We could all use a good night's rest, a roof, and a fire. Hopefully we'll be able to find more clues as to what happened to the villagers in the morning.\nWe're also not going to split up again - I'm sure everyone remembers that we were attacked by demons and, \" she nods to Lissa and grits her teeth, \" vampires the last time we did that. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin winces when she hears the city is empty. \"They could have fled, or they could have been attacked by the Army. I'm inclined to think it's the second. I'm also inclined to camp in the city--a building would be much easier to defend than an outdoor camp, especially if we can find a building made of stone.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Lissa shifts uncomfortably at Tiriel's pointed reminder of her own stupidity. \"A common residence may not stop vampires, but consecrated ground will. It'll weaken them, at least. Lets see if there's a temple in this town. I don't think the local gods will mind our staying in their house, considering what's after us, as long as we clean up after ourselves.\" She hops down from the cart, stretching stiff muscles. \"I'm not injured, and I can move quietly. I'll scout for a temple- but not alone! Fizahn, Aeroz, either of you want to come along?\" Lissa gives Adalmar an appraising look. \"Adalmar, you look like you know how to be stealthy. Want to come?\" Bending down, the gnome removes a small dagger from her boot. It isn't much of a weapon, but it's better than nothing. \"Hmm, it would be nice to have a means of communication... Yix, how far does your mind-speaking ability reach?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"A temple is--I mean, they're going to be expecting that, if there's even anyone out there. And anyway, what if it's drow or trolls again, and not vampires?\"\n\nHe suddenly looks nervous, his ice-blue eyes darting back and forth uncomfortably.\n\n\"Why not get something closer, easier to hold, and less obvious? We don't have a lot of time to argue it. Hells, there may not even be any threat...right?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" And why are you set on disregarding the protection a holy place will offer us against anything that might come after us? A temple is the safest place and if its a trap then its a risk we'll have to take. \" Callos said rather coldly from his place in the wagon. Hunched down and with his cloak wrapped tightly around him. Maybe it was just paranioa from when they had been in the Underdark and had Sethra infiltrating them but he couldn't trust this odd man with feathers in his hair or the other. Not yet at least. Maybe in the morning when he could get his own answers.\n\nMost surprising was how he dismissed the information Elthan provided on vampires. Giving him an incredulous look before shaking his head. \" Its not folklore. Vampires are halted by the strong smell of garlic, a strongly presented holy symbol, running water which is why I suggested the river, concreated ground, and they must ask permission before entering into another person's home. On death their forced back into hiding in their coffins were they must rest for time and are vulnerable. Sunlight first cripples then destroys them. Their voices can dominate a person's mind and they can call creatures from the night to serve them. Not to mention turning into mists and creatures themselves. A stake will merely put the creature into hibernation, they'll reform once its removed unless the body is destroyed. Immersing them in water is almost as effective as sunlight against them. Magic and silver can penetrate their unholy hides not to mention they heal at an astonishing rate for a creature filled with negative energy. \" He said all of this matter-of-factly and before Khazrael could object to the words, he spoke again. Saying rather dryly. \" Trust me. Any necromancer worth his salt knows the undead and I am worth my salt. \" Of course he was rather...bored. Why not erase all of this person's doubt? With a shrug the tired looking necromancer launched into a veritable lecture about vampires and the known history and \"folklore\" about them. It would probably go on for quite a while too.\n " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz\n\n \n\" Well then, salty, pray tell what would be the best course of action? The most obvious plans seem to have a large element of risk attached to them. Go to town and fend off demons, or not and fend off vampires. Either way, soon the sun will set and we will be prone to attack, so perhaps we should maybe come to a decision right here and now before we end up dealing with both, demons and vampires. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman feels a tap on his arm. Turning he finds Flamesword standing there holding a potion out to him. He takes it with a look of gratitude and gulps it down quickly.\n\nFeeling the warmth spread quickly and then dying off, he looks at himself, the limp had improved but he still wasn't in a condition to get into serious combat.\n\nHe stamps impatiently as the others debate but pays complete attention to the Spiderman 's (Callos) lore of the blood-drinkers. The old prejudices were not without merit. Arcane magic-users did know a lot about forbidden matter and were even the cause of some of them. This time he was glad that he had so many arcane magic-users on his side. Their knowledge could be used against the corruption that stalked them." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" The solution is easy enough. Despite any misgivings we might have about it, the town is still the safest place for us to stay. Sturdy stone and wooden buildings to protect us, the possibilty of a holy temple, and just general protection from the elements all are pros that make the town worth it. And remember, concescrated ground is just as unhealthy to demons as it is to the undead. Between fighting vampires and demons or drow and trolls, I'll take the drow and trolls anyday. \" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe runs a hand through his hair, exasperated.\n\n\"The instant we start relying on any of those weaknesses is the instant that they overcome them--then our reliance becomes a liability. I get it, we need to defend ourselves here, but let's start with what will work against any foe: vampire, demon, or otherwise, and go from there.\"\n\nHe mulls over the suggestions for a moment.\n\n\"Why not pick something nearby, that way we don't spend all of our dwindling daylight searching for a building which might not be defensible at all? Hells, if we hurry, we could even get some supplies before we hole up for the night. I'm no warrior, but I'd feel much more comfortable with some sort of weapon.\"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur grits his teath at the mention of breaking into peoples homes and the ideas of looting them. He immediately jumps upon the idea of staying in a holy place,relieved at a good suggestion for once.\n\n\"Yes, a holy place would provide more protection than the average house. They are often well but, designed to stand as a place of safety in dark times. These are dark times and I doubt any good god would refuse us sanctuary now.\"\n\nCallos' revelation of necromantic powers worries Evendur.\n\n Sune asked me to join these people, to help them in their quest. Surely she would not ask me to travel with someone so eavilas to wake the dead into an ugly mockery of life. Why would she want that? Sethra. She knows we need his knowledge to defeat Sethra.\n\n Evendur sighs." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While the party is debating the next course of action, Adalmar notes a small speck in the sky. Rather than be alarmed, the ranger appears relieved. He whistles and raises a gauntleted hand to receive his hawk. The gorgeous bird appears to be glad to find his master again.\n\n...\n\nCautiously the party enters the small village. Before the sun sets, Khazrael and Adalmar are able to scavange up some weapons and gear, and the rest of you are able to find hay for the horses, mules, and pony accompanying your party.\n\nThere are signs everywhere of struggle and forced entry. Disturbingly, however, there are no bodies anywhere, whether of the villagers or their attackers. Crude makeshift weapons, mostly farming implements like scythes or pitchforks, lie here and there on the ground. Occasionally a splash of blood provides evidence of the violence that was done here.\n\nThe hearths are cold. Frozen food on some tables suggest that the villagers were interrupted in an evening meal. If this town was attacked, it must have occurred the previous night.\n\nMost of the small homes are stonewalled with thatched roofs. The only two-storied building appears to have functioned as a common hall. There are no obvious temples, though a few of the homes have small shrines to the more common gods. In some, holy symbols appear to have been smashed underfoot." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n\n All these people--they didn't deserve this. Couldn't they at least have left the bodies?\n\n \"Our decision's been made for us, I guess. Let's check out that common hall, make sure it's clean, and try to set up a defendable camp for the night. It's gonna be hard to sleep, but I'd rather take advantage of any resources we have.\"\n\nHe seems to have picked up some meager supplies on his trip through the town. A simple spear is slung over his shoulder, and the horse he's leading seems to have a bit more food in its saddlebags. However, despite his propensity for jewelry, he seems to be wearing no more than when he arrived, having taken only taken what was necessary.\n\n...or so you think, until you see him uncork a bottle of red wine and take a swig. He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. His brilliant ice-blue eyes peer into the darkness, and for a moment, he oddly reminds Adalmar of his hawk." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Thokk listens to Khazraels debate for a little while, before marching up to him \n \"Ach, lad, listen. Ive known yer for less then a day. Yer idea has merit, but I believe we have the right plan, due to the fact we have done this before. With this many people, yea gotta play every one of yer own strengths, and that includes taking advantage of other's weaknesses. In simple terms, shut up and help us prepare, lad\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAs the group walks through the abandoned villiage parts of the earlier conversations echo through Tiriel's mind.\n\n\" So it probably wasn't just vampires since something got into the houses. I think we'd better try to barricade doors and windows with furniture... Adalmar, didn't you say that you were familiar with this town? Wouldn't that large building be the best place to spend the night?\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \nYix feels bad for all the people in this town who's lives were interrupted for reasons he can not even begin to comprehend. However, he realizes that even if he was here he would've been little help. He sighs knowing that there will be more bloodshed to come. His deep musings make him slow to answer Lissa's question \"It can reach a good distance, but I have never tried to push its limit.\" Yix looks around the town again, hoping that soon this group can stop all this evil. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe thin man seems reasonably placated, and nods to the dwarf as he takes another swallow of his wine.\n\n\"Alright then, I guess this WILL go smoother if we cooperate.\"\n\nHe sets about stealing firewood from a few nearby homes, and pokes his head into the common hall, crossing his fingers and hoping that nothing too terrible is hidden inside." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"What do you mean, not exploit our opponents' weaknesses?\" Lissa stares at Khazrael, obviously as puzzled as if he had started speaking in Mulhorandi. \"That's a basic part of fighting. Hit the weak spots and try to fight where you've got the advantage. And the defenders of a stone, brick or earth building always have the advantage.\" \n\nFortunately for Lissa (and unfortunately for the town's inhabitants), it appears that there were several halfling or gnomish residents of Kront. She emerges from a gnome-sized house with a crossbow, rapier, haversack and bedroll. Her crude silver medallion has also acquired a rather fine silver chain in place of the leather thong it was on before. Poor buggers... well, they don't need this stuff anymore, and I do. I'll see about making an altar and saying the prayers for the dead after we camp. \"I think that's a really good idea, Tiriel. There's signs of fighting everywhere, but no bodies... that stinks of necromancy to me. No offense, Callos.\" Lissa gives the wizard an apologetic look. \"You know what I mean, though. The evil sort of necromancer will sometimes pull this kind of stunt to get a supply of fresh bodies for zombies and such. Happened in High Dale, oh, 250 years ago. Baraddien Shadowstalker, an infamous gnomish necromancer, went mad and slaughtered an entire village. Took three wizards, two high priests and a paladin of Garl Glittergold to bring the bastard and his undead army down.\" She squints up at the town hall. \"Hmm, the roof of that place looks like a good place to shoot from... or possibly the upper windows.\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nWorry is etched in his face as the wagon pulls up into town. He notices the signs of conflict and searches for bodies along with the others.\n\nHe stands shaking his head, muttering\n\" Not good... Not good \"\n\n There are no bodies. The dwellings are intact. Animals leave their kills after filling their belly. \n\nHe notes the freshness of the food.\n\n If senseless killing took place... where are the bodies?...why would they take the bones?.....no!\n..Abominations.. or monsters did this.. \n\nHe takes a deep breath and centers himself. The moves a slight distance from the others to the center of the street and sits down cross-legged.\n\nClosing his eyes and breathing slowly, deeply, the druid attunes himself with his surroundings. He had passed thru enough human towns to know how they felt . Anything that disturbed The Balance would disturb the human settlement too. All he needed was to sense something unfamiliar. Something that felt wrong. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" No offense taken Lissa, I'm fully aware that not every necromancer shares my ethics about stealing bodies away for use in an undead horde. They may be expensive and difficult to maintain in an orderly fashion but most necromancers see it as the easiest way to get power. \" Callos replied easily. Afterall there really wasn't a way he could get upset about what other necromancers in the world did. Its not like he had any control over it. Not that he was feeling exactly...calm in this place either. Brief flashes ran in front of his eyes. Snips and pieces of the nightmares that had been keeping him awake. Huddling down as far away from the others as humanely possible with his cloak wrapped around him, opal eyes fixed on the other people sharing the wagon with him. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix joins in on the scouting by flying up to the roof of one of the buildings and trying to see if he notices a defensible building, or what everyone else has been saying is a defensible building is. If he sees on he will communicate this knowledge to everyone around, and continue going from rooftop to rooftop on the look out for anything more suspicious than the town already seems to be." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar has seemed particularly grim since entering Kront, tension growing in his jaw and shoulders.\n\nYix leaps from rooftop to rooftop like a miniature velociraptor. The small homes huddle about the much larger common hall like children clinging to their mother. The village really seems quite small.\n\nThere is no question that the two story hall is likely the most defensible building. It is also obviously the only occupied one right now, as the rest of the party members do their best to barricade the doors and windows on the first floor.\n\nYix half-leaps/half-flies to one of the two chimneys (each located at opposite ends of the hall). This is the highest point in the entire village, and Yix sadly watches the buildings swallowed one by one by darkness as the sun sets. Finally, the last rays disappear over the western horizon. Yix scans 360 degrees, seeing no movement in any direction before he flits back into the second story of the hall.\n\n...\n\nThe first floor has no windows, the heavy stone serving as a foundation for the upper floor. There is, however, a large oak double door that serves as the main entrance to the hall. The door shows no signs of forced entry, and there are no signs of struggle within the hall. It appears as though the hall was not occupied at the time that Kront was assaulted. The door is easily bolted and barricaded from the inside using benches and empy barrels.\n\nThe second floor is really more of a large balcony that runs around the entire perimeter of the hall. The center is open to the first floor. Two staircases rise from the first floor to the upper level, one to the right and one to the left of the double doors. Small windows are spaced evenly around all four walls, twelve in total.\n\nNo one is happy about spending the night here, including the horses and other mounts, who stamp restlessly on the first floor. Although some are tempted to take their chances on the road, the party as a whole is simply too injured and tired to risk a night out in the open.\n\nAdalmar quickly lights a fire in one of the two large fireplaces on the first floor, warming one end of the hall. Several of you gather by the hearth, staring blankly into the flames, wondering what happened to the inhabitants of Kront, and hoping that the night will pass uneventfully." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nOnce the barricades and fire have been seen to, Lissa retreats to a dark corner with a broken plank of wood too small to be of use in a barricade. She sets it down flat next to the wall, brushes both plank and wall as clean as she can, and takes a pot of ink and brush out of her backpack. It's better form to carve the holy symbols, but who knows- humans might come back here someday. Although Lissa is definitely no artist, she manages to ink three symbols onto the stone wall. The largest and topmost is a cloak and wavy-bladed dagger. Below it and to the left is a stylized raccoon's face; to the right is what appears to be a faceted gem with rays of light emanating in all directions.\n\nSatisfied, Lissa puts away the ink and surveys her work. There. Baravar, Baervan Wildwanderer, and Segojan Earthcaller. Definitely need to thank the Sly One for getting me away from the vampires alive and unturned. Baervan deserves thanks for guiding me through the wilderness, and Segojan will guide the poor souls who died here to the afterlife. She reaches into her belt pouch, placing a gold piece under Baravar's symbol and a silver piece under each of the other gods' symbols. Offerings in place, Lissa settles into a comfortable position and quietly begins reciting prayers in Gnomish. Prayers of thanks, the prayer for the dead, and finally a prayer for protection. Please, Baravar, protect my family. Hide them in your shadows, conceal them in your illusions, don't let the demons find them. I haven't been as good a daughter to the clan as I could've been, but I think maybe I've learned better now. If I ever get home, I'm staying there to protect them. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nNow that the group has reached the town and are recovering, it was now a good a time as any to put up some fortifications. If a fight was coming, it would not be an easy one, and planning was key.\n\n\" Thokk, Edgar, Tiriel, I could use your help. We need a nice big building and lots of wood and stone. I'm thinking we barricade a 20ft passway into the building, boxing in whoever enters the building. Bombard them with arrows and whatnot. It would hopefully minimize our losses and control the flow of baddies coming to attack us on the inside. If anyone knows anything about making traps to further slow them down, it would help a ton. An escape plan would also be nice as well... \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe stays at the edge of the firelight, seeming not to mind the dark. The young man quietly mulls over his wine, reflecting on the recent hectic days.\n\n They put their lives on the line for me, then took me in. I owe them something...\n\n Sidling up nearer to Katrin, a devilish smile crosses his face, allowing his sharp teeth to flash in the firelight. He tips the bottle towards her, and casually says, \"Care for a drink?\"\n\nThe bottle is more than three quarters empty." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix was in the process of wondering if he should put on his armor or not. If they were attacked in the night, it would be useful, but on the other hand he'd still be sore in the morning, more so than he was already probably. At Aeroz's mention of an escape plan he perks his head up \"I can look for another way out.\" Yix boldly proclaims before sheepishly adding, \"if someone will help me that is.\" Still feeling afraid in this eerie town Yix would rather not be alone anymore than he has to be. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n He sat, staring out from the second floor over the expanse of the building, pondering just how on earth they could defend it. One idea was hit upon but he couldn't quite implement it until later. Or rather...he could do it now but then everybody would have to be a great deal more careful by the front door...Couldn't be helped. \" Does anyone have a knife or a nail? I have a way of...slowing anyone who approaches the front entrance that'll let us know if anyone tries to come through that doorway. Yix, do you think you can watch my back while I'm out there? After that I'll be more then happy to help you look around. \" A rather large part of him argued against using this time to trap a building. He could be studying his spellbook and preparing new spells at the moment! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy says nothing between the troll and Kront, focusing entirely on staying in his saddle. He'd had enough trouble getting into the thing, and as much as the ride pained him, he didn't want to fall off again.\n\nIn Kront he is little improved, keeping his distance from the others It isn't clear whether the stubborn orc is upset over being wounded so gravely, or concerned that the others might worry about him overmuch. Aeroz's suggestion brings him forward,\n\n\" Wait, ya want us ta KNOCK a building over and pile it by the door? That's an entirely new level'a unsubtlety there. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin keeps her hood up and her face hidden as the group explores Kront. She remains silent, mulling over emptiness of the city. No bodies... but not enough blood for everyone to have been killed. The people must have been taken somewhere... \n\nWhen they reach the hall, Katrin helps to pile benches and barrels around the door, although she is not as strong as Tiriel or Thokk. When the door is firmly barricaded, she goes over to sit by the fire.\n\nWhen Khazrael invites Katrin to join him, she remains sitting. She can smell the alcohol on his breath. \"I'd rather not, thank you all the same,\" she says politely. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" I don't think we need to do much more Aeroz, whoever comes into the building will most likely enter through the front door - at that point they're boxed in downstairs and prime targets for projectiles. After that, the two staircases should \"funnel\" them up stairs and provide cover for us until they reach the top. As long as we can keep them from gaining ground on the second floor, we have an advantage.\n\nThokk's tower shield should come in handy guarding one of the stairwells. \"\n\nTiriel speaks levelly as she surveys the building that they've chosen to occupy. There are worse places to spend the night.... \n\n[ooc:so Namo, is Tiriel going to get her bow back ;) sounds like she might need it tonight.]" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael shrugs at Katrin, and overhearing Callos, takes an engraved eating knife out of his belt and flips it at one of the chairs barricading the door, trying to make it stick. It, of course, doesn't, so he simply nods at it, and mumbles, \"Don't know whatcha need it for, but there's a knife for you.\"\n\nHe wanders the area, curiously observing Lissa's shrine as she prays to it, and nibbles on a bit of food, clearly restless. Eventually he settles once more on the outer rim of the firelight and stares into the glowing hearth." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"I'll help.\" Yix answers Callos glad that he found someone to wander around with. He walks to where Callos is ready to follow \"Where do you want me?\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n \"Aeroz, I would actually tend to agree with the others here. We could turn the upstairs region into more of a kill zone, maybe opensome holes in the floors to shoot more stuff at em. Also, I would suggest cutting down the balcony around the second floor, and use that to re-enforce the windows and just help us dig in sa'more\" \n\nHearing his voice mentioned, he turns to Tiriel\n\n \"Ach lass, I was thinkin' something meself. All I needs to do is ta just block the beasties off at the stairs. They get slowed down running up, and as long as I'm dug in, I can take a good number down, and keep em from rushin past me. If the little lass stays behind me with her curin, then Ill be a happy rock. Speakin of which, Little lass, have you got anything left to help me out? I've got some interesting new holes in me...\" \n\nThokk turns for a moment, and walks over to Khazrael and takes the wine bottle right out of his hand. He completely up-ends it, drains the bottle, and belches appreciatly\n\n \"Ach, that be good stuff lad. Ill pay yer back soon, tis been too long since ive had any hooch. What I could go for is some fine dwarfish fire brandy. Ah, that'll grow hair on your face! Regardless. ill get you some good stuff\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby keeps to himself in the search for a house, but lends his hand in the barricading. Unfortunately, he's too small to shift anything worthwhile, and after a few minutes retires to the edge of the cirle about the fire. He takes stock of his supplies, going through his pack as he has so many times before, but this time setting aside his enormous pile of spices, first.\nHe inspects the scrolls especially carefully, worried that they might be used heavily tonight.\n\nFinished with that, he leans back against the wall and keeps to himself until Lissa retreats to her corner. Though perhaps a bit embarrassed about, he watches her closely as she goes through her religious rituals." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nSsathiya opens his eyes with a yawn. It was dark and the others were already inside the building. Trinark lounged at the entrance watching over him.\n\n What was i thinking..!? \n\nInjury and exhaustion would only have led to sleep the moment he closed his eyes and relaxed. He had a slight headache as well.\n\nGroaning at the inconclusive meditation, he walks into the hal with Trinark." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe alcohol has calmed him too much to be surprised at the dwarf's actions, so he simply laughs and replies, \"Brandy? I've had nothing but beer and wine the past few weeks, I hope I'm not out of practice.\"\n\nThough a bit glassy-eyed, Khazrael seems steady on his feet. He takes a seat, still watching the fire, and says, adressing no one in particular, \"So tell me about this Valentine...\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Giving the newcomer a nod Callos retrieved the knife from up off of the floor and sent it through a little spin in the air. Catching it by the blade he waited idly for a moment and spun it over the back of his hand. \" If anybody else is going out there, now is the time to do it. I'm not making allowances for anyone to get through since it only increases the chances of something sneaking in or snatching one of us when no one is around. Yix...er...perch on my shoulder...or whatever is comfortable. I just need you to make sure I don't get attacked while I'm casting. \" After that, he waited quite patiently for any of them to do what they were going to do out there before going out himself...\n\n\nOut in the night once more, Callos couldn't restrain the yawn as he looked at Yix. \" Let's go exploring first, then I'll cast the spell. \" He said, sticking the dinner knife in the belt of his trousers. \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n The board is set, He thinks to himself. On both floors, he found a room with no windows, and has set up two spears in a corner of each and a simple chalk circle in the center. The lone piece of chalk had been in his pocket since he set out and stuck there through hell and high water, and had since left a lime residue within it that would require a good deal of cleaning to remove. Resolving later to do so, he returns to the group to make his next move.\n\nSlowly, he approaches Evandur." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis mind went blank while they were headed to the town hall. A succession of shocking events - and many possibilities, most too terrible to be thought through.\n\nOnce there, he started mechanically to tend to the horses, brushing their coat and cleaning their hooves. But he warmed to the task and started murmuring to them, trying to impart serenity as if they had been his charges for days already. Only then did he remember Kir. Taking some strips of dried meat out of his pockets, he fed them to him one by one, marveling as always at the intelligence he saw in the piercing eyes.\n\nBut he couldn't ignore the situation forever. Sighing, he helped his strange rescuers finish the barricade. He had not been in Kront in so long... and in the town hall for even longer. Here the folks would gather to celebrate the coming of spring, the weddings... He had been so short then, and everything had seemed so big...\n\nAnd, a few streets from there, his father had died. He had visited the old family house, taken over by cousins when his mother and him had left Kront : not much had changed over the years, and yet its emptiness had made it seem wholly different. He had borrowed his grand-father's bow, left hanging like a revered trophy on the wall : restrung, it was as good as new. He hoped he would see his family again.\n\nGoing over to the animals again, he knelt and closed his eyes. How strange it was to invoke Mielikki's name here ! But today, like never before, he could feel his goddess reaching out to him with kindness. How else would he have been saved by such an unlikely assortment of people ?\n\nAnd then it hit him. He had never given much thought to the Balance, except for what he could observe every day in the forest. Animals feeding on one another, the seasons bringing growth and decay in turn. But there, there were elves, an orc, a dwarf, a lizard, a halfling, a gnome, several humans, a strange flying dragon speaking directly into his head... Was this also a small universe in balance ? If so, he would have to learn its ways.\n\nHe prayed to Mielikki, offering his gratefulness and beseeching her to protect his people.\n\nWhen he was done, feeling renewed, he stepped over to Tiriel.\n\" Thanks for the bow \", he announced, handing it out to her, with the refilled quivers.\n\nBut his confidence quickly waned to nothing.\n\" I am... impressed... by your strength, milady... Tiriel... \"\nHis voice almost died out before the end.\n\n And somewhat appalled. \n\nHe eyed her over. And then blushed, realizing it could be misinterpreted. Luckily, his face was only barely lit by the firelight. \" You seem injured still. May I offer what little healing I possess ? \"\n\n\" Meanwhile, I would be grateful to learn how you all came together, and what is keeping you together ? \"\n\nHis critical self sighed : don't you think that's too forward ? " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n \n \"What sort of spell are you casting?\" Yix asked intrigued with Callos's magic. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" It's a rather wordy surpise. \" Callos said with a chuckle, looking at the door then outside then back again. Almost as if he was counting something or searching for enemies. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk goes about his business, stripping apart the upper balcony and using the wood to board up the windows on the first floor. With any extra wood he will set to re-enforce the stairway and the sides. Finally, he assists the others cutting holes in the ceiling for them to fire down upon the hordes with. After a minute, he perks his head up and says:\n\n \"Ach, lads? I have an idea... Would it be possible to create a 'murder hole' or two in this here ceiling? Some great chasm to chuck heavy stuff down at the beasties below?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel takes back her bow and quivers back from Adalmar. She absently strums the bow's sting, checking to see if it's still taught.\n\" Hurm? Oh. Well. \" She blushes a little, both from the compliment and the attention. \" I think some of the others might need it more than me at the moment. Lumpy and the lizardman took quite a beating. Actually, if you're going to heal the lizardman I'd better go with you, he's pretty wary of strangers. \n\n\" As to how we all met, that's a long story. But why we're still together is an easy enough question to answer - we need to stop this army of drow, demons and undead. To do that we have to stop Valentine and her master from achieving domination over the Eastern lands and then fight back against them once we've gained some ground. \"\n\nTiriel's tone turn serious near the end of her little speech. It's obvious that their task has turned personal for her at some point though it's not clear how." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"I love surprises\" Yix says sounding somewhat childish as the idea of a surprise seems to excite him greatly. He also takes hope in the fact of Callos's chuckle, as maybe there is still hope for their what seems to be bleak situation. Yix thoughts begin to drift on finding an alternate means of escape for the group. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nPrayers finished, Lissa gets to her feet, stretches, and heads for the fire. \"Gods, it was cold on that floor. Maybe I'd better start preparing the endure elements spell if the weather gets any colder.\" She eyes her companions, particularly Thokk and the lizardkin (newly christened Raskoruran). \"Speaking of spells, I've got a couple left that I can use for healing. THOKK! GET YOUR HAIRY ARSE DOWN HERE SO I CAN HEAL IT!\" Without waiting to see if the dwarf responds, Lissa turns to the druid, lays a small hand on his arm, and begins chanting a healing spell. It doesn't do as much as the spells she used during the battle, but hey- every little bit helps. Once Thokk makes his way over to the fire, Lissa repeats the process with him. \n Hmm. I've got a bad feeling about this place... and most everybody is still wounded. The diminutive cleric pulls a slender white wand out of her belt. \"Normally I'd wait for morning and do more healing with my god's power, but I think the odds are pretty good that something will attack tonight. Hold still, Lumpy.\" Lissa touches the half-orc with the wand, speaking a single word of Celestial. A surge of healing energy, very similar to the spells Lissa just used, rushes forth from the wand into Lumpy's body. She goes around using the wand on Lumpy, Thokk, Tiriel, Aeroz and the druid until all the melee fighters look fairly functional. Maybe a bit bruised and battered still, but more or less intact. \n\nOOC: CLW on Ssathiya - (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n CLW on Thokk - (1d8+4)[ 9 ] \n\nHeh, forgot that my level of Divine Trickster gives me another caster level when I was healing earlier. 😛 I really have no idea how many charges from the wand it'll take to get y'all up to fighting strength. So lets just say Lissa will heal you up to roughly 80% hp. It's a standard happystick, 1d8+1 healing per charge." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Raskoruran', Lizardkin Druid \n\nAs Ssathiya enters the hall, Callos with Yix on his shoulder leave after announcing this should be the last time anyone leaves the hall.\n\nTrinark presses something into his hands. Examining the bag, he finds bullets for a sling which Trinark now passes over.\n\n \"I wanted you to have this. Watching you fall in battle is not a heartening sight\" he says in his polished draconic.\n\nThanking him he takes a sweeping view of the hall.\nThokk seemed to be battering up windows on the second floor. He intermittently pauses in his work to stand and aim at something invisible on the floor chuckling and muttering 'kill zone' before returning to his task.\n\nFeathers and Walks-in-shadows were beside the fire. Drinking as far as he could tell. Elthan was speaking with Evandur off to one side.\n\nThe strange bowman was patting a horse and speaking with Tiriel. They both turn to regard him.\n\nLissa had just gotten up as he entered and moves over to heal him while yelling at Thokk to come down the stairs. Achkby was doing something in another corner and peeking at her when she wasn't watching.\n\nSeeing Lumpy and Aeroz struggling with a table by themselves, he moves over to help them shift it to the door.\n\nHe thanks the gnome and is about to leave when Trinark point to a sack against a wall and says there is some hide in it to repair his armor.\n\n Good cloudhair.. Where would I be without you...Will I still be alive to see you come sunrise? \n\nHe mentally sighs though beaming, as much as lizardman could anyways, and nodding his head at Trinark before moving over to help Lumpy and Aeroz.\n\nHe again takes in the sight of everyone in the hall, burning it into his memory.\n\nCatching the pouch of bullets he tosses, he is about to tie them to his belt when he seems to think of something and pushes his thoughts to Yix.\n\n Little brother, can you hear me?... \n\nHe waits for a response before asking:\n can you find any javelins ? " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe does not pry any further into their motives, for now.\n\n You have appointed yourselves for such a big a task ? I wonder if it's courage or folly. \n\nHe whips up a wand from his belt.\n\n\" Sounds good. But... who is Lumpy ? Actually, if you could tell me the names of all your companions... and the proper way to address them...\n\nI'd like to meet this lizardman, but what manner of creature is he/she ? I've never met its like. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's acknowledgement to Lissa is simple, but perhaps the most genuine anyone has yet to hear from him,\n\n\" Thanks darlin' \"\n\nRestored, he joins Thokk in evaluating the defensive potential of the staircases.\n\n((OOC\n6 charges to put Lumpy to 44 HP, which is just over 80%\n\n Lissa's Wand (1d8+1=9, 1d8+1=5, 1d8+1=6, 1d8+1=7) \n Lissa's Wand (1d8+1=9, 1d8+1=5) \n))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe tiny cleric smiles at Lumpy as she finishes up healing him. \"You're very welcome.\" Hearing Adalmar's question, she turns to face the ranger. \"Oh, that's right, we haven't done proper introductions yet! I'm Lissa, nice to meet you. Don't worry if you can't remember everyone, I know there's an awful lot of us. Safety in numbers, you know?\" Lissa proceeds to point out and introduce various party members, snagging Khazrael on her way past the fire. \"Okay, the lizardman is a druid, and apparently his people have some sort of taboo against telling people their real names, so I call him Raskoruran. He doesn't seem to mind. The half-orc calls himself Lumpy- I don't think that suits him at all, but I haven't come up with a better name yet. The dwarf is Thokk, the halfling is Achkby, the other gnome is Fizahn, the elf is Aeroz, and the drow is Trinark. If you need healing and I'm busy, go ask Trinark, he's actually a more powerful cleric than I am anyway. The little dragon-looking critter- I think somebody called him a 'pseudodragon'- is Yix. He's smart and great fun. Um... I think that just leaves the humans now.\" \n Lissa stands on her tiptoes, looking around the room. \"Oh, I forgot Elthan! He's a half-elf. The lady by the fire is Katrin. The armored lady is Tiriel. Callos is the guy who was setting traps; he's a necromancer, and far too fond of magical traps. At least he told us he was setting this one, that's a step up. And the knight in shining armor is Evendur, a paladin of Sune. Wonder why he's off alone with Elthan, that's odd... trying to convert him, maybe?\" Lissa snickers. \"Be fun to listen in if that's the case. I think Evendur might need healing after that battle, anyway.\" She looks back up at the newcomers and gives each a sympathetic smile. \"Like I said, we don't expect you to remember all of this at once.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n ((Assuming Yix can hear the Lizardkin)\n \nYix will ask him if he can do anything to help, upon hearing the need for javelins he will ask Callos if their is still time to scavenge for a few.\n\n\n((If he can't))\n\nYix will still concentrate on finding another exit, and watching Callos's back so he doesn't get attacked while preparing his trap.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin suddenly remembers the extra waterskin she had bought, and retrieves it from her pack. I should have done this long ago... \n\nSince Lissa is busy, she walks over to Trinark, holding the extra waterskin and says, \"Trinark? I was wondering if you could bless this water. We'll likely be up against vampires or other undead sometime soon, and I know that holy water hurts undead.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Well...he really didn't hear any objections, might as well go exploring first. Didn't want the chance of setting off his own trap by accident by casting it first. Nodding to Yix it was almost an instinct that had him scratching the top of the pseudo-dragon's head as they looked for other ways out of the buildings and javelins. Callos was more on the look out for creatures though.\n\n Once that's finished... \n\nReturning to the front door, Callos finally pulled out the knife he had been loaned and looked around behind him. Then to Yix, whom he gently took off his shoulder and set inside the door way and shut it....Around half a minute later he came walking into the two story building and shut the door tightly.\n\n\" Remember, no more going outside tonight! \"\n\n((Posting actions to DR))\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel shrugs, \" What she said just about sums us all up. Some of us have been together longer than others, but we're all here for the same cause if not the same reason. \"\nTurning to Lissa, \" You named the druid? That's not like a pet thing, right? Because I don't think he'd like that... but if he doesn't object, it would be easier if he had a name. Though 'Raskoruran' is long, maybe he'll be okay with just 'Rask' once we explain that it's a sign of equality.\"\n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"That's ok, I don't really want to be outside tonight anyways. Better warn the others again, in case they forgot\" Yix looks up at Callos, thankful again for the usefulness of everyone around him. He then trots back inside to hand the Lizardkin all the javelins and what not he could carry and/or collected. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHis blue-white eyes dance across the room as Lissa speaks. He is starting to get used to these people, and while the group's members vary from the familiar to the far out, he sees immediately that their diversity adds to their cohesiveness. They don't argue out of stubbornness or some strange closed-minded attitude, but merely to sort out which course of action is best in a given situation.\n\nHe watches Lumpy when Lissa points him out. \"Lumpy\" seems like a cruel nickname, considering the poor guy's condition, but it might be a term of endearment--maybe it's even his name for himself.\n\nWhen Lissa points out Tiriel, he only casts a furtive glance her way. He's been quietly avoiding her, most likely due to the embarassing incident with the bag, but the shame he shakes off is more than it should be.\n\n It could be love at first sight. Pfft, yeah right. Still, a hot chick comes along and saves your stupid ass and it sticks with you. It's almost like I can never look cool in front of her again.\n\nThat's all it is, right? \n\nHe nods quietly at the rest of the introductions, and grins when she indicates the lizardman. \"Do you guys even speak draconic? He's a bit chattier in his own language.\"\n\nThe introductions conclude, and he says to Lissa, \"Alright, I think I got it, thanks.\" He smiles and resists the urge to muss the gnome's hair and call her something like \"Sweetheart\" or \"Kiddo\". She might be on the short side, but she could probably do a lot of damage very quickly if it came down to it.\n\nThe thin man turns to Adalmar, black boots scraping on the wooden floor, and says, \"I'm, uh...you're from around here, right? Or you at least know enough about it...anyway, is this town on the clearest road through here? Was anything of value kept here? I'm trying to figure out if whatever did all this came here for a reason, or if it was just a target of opportunity.\"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Rask', Lizardman Druid \n\nSsathiya had been eyeing Sunhair when she had taken a stick out and come toward them. Seeing that all it did was heal Serpent-slayer , he stands obligingly as she heals him as well.\n\nOOC: Lissa's wand 4 charges: 4d8+4 (3,7,8,8) = 30\nNew Hp: 18+30=48\n\nOnce done helping Lumpy and Aeroz, he sits down in a corner and mends his armor as best as he can. Blinking his eyes awake, whenever he starts yawning, he awaited the return of Yix and Callos." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Oh, goodness no!\" Lissa replies to Tiriel's question. \"I was just getting tired of 'druid' or 'lizardkin'. Not only did it seem kind of disrespectful, but it got really confusing when we met that other druid. So I made him a gnomish name.\" She looks over at 'Rask'. \"You don't mind that I made you a name, do you? You don't have to keep it if you don't like it, but I do think it suits you. 'Raskoruran' can be translated as 'wise guardian of green places'... or as 'wise green guardian'.\" The gnome grins cheekily. \"Both of those do fit!\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nA low gentle rumble from somewhere deep inside, along with a relaxed expression on his usually hard features indicates that he's quite pleased at Lissa's return and therefore at pretty much anything she says.\n\nHe does seem a little shy at the attention the others are paying him and unable to respond to it.\n\nHe nods at her while running his hands over his body checking how well its healed before nodding amicably at the others and carrying on with his work. He stifles yet another yawn before picking up a bench." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe has a very large smile ; the deep gratitude showing on his face is almost comical.\n\n\" Nice to meet you too ! \"\n\n Ok, Thok=Scarred Monocled Dwarf, Lissa=Cheery Gnome, Trinark=Amiable Drow, Tiriel=Strong woman - those I knew. Now, Roruran is the lizard ?, Lumpy the orc... enough for now.\n\nPseudodragon ? I've heard about them ! \n\nHe concentrates, screwing up his eyes : Hmm, Yiix ? Can you hear me ? I'm Adalmar, nice to meet you ! I've already heard your \"voice\" in my head... \n\nAddressing Khazrael, in an hesitant voice : \" Uh, no, I really can't see what could have caused someone to... to... empty this village of its... inhabitants. \"\nHe turns away, abruptly.\n\nHe would still like to engage the lizardman - a druid ? - but he senses that he may not be welcome.\n\nRemembering Tiriel, he uses his wand to heal her.\n\nHe then goes up the stairs trying to find the right spot in case they get attacked, like they all seem to think.\n Why would the invaders come back here so little time after that ? Unless they are really being pursued - but why would they matter ? They don't seem exceptional.\n\nExcept for racial diversity, that is. \n\nOn some level, he does realize they form a herd. Their accepting him can only be gradual.\n\n[OOC: DR, if I do something that could have motivated a raid, pray tell me ! ]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur looks vaguely suprised, dressed now in his traveling clothes as he has been helping with the baracades. He follows Elthan quickly.\n\n He's a quick witted person. His ideas tend to be good. Why the secrecy, though? \n\n[Ooc: Continued in Privae convos.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nHaving spotted Elthan and Evendur talking earlier, Lissa's curiosity is piqued even more when the paladin follows Elthan out of the room. Curiouser and curiouser! If Evendur's following, maybe he wasn't trying to convert our resident half-elf... so what are they doing? Respect for other people's privacy briefly fights with curiosity and paranoia; respect is sneak attacked from both sides and knocked cold. Once you have an ally possessed by an evil undead being, unusual behavior takes on a whole new significance. Lissa sneaks along the shadowed wall after the duo, pulling her dark hood up to hide her bright blonde hair...\n\n\nOOC: Hide - (1d20+12)[ 13 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": "Before sneaking off, Lissa winks at Adalmar and Tiriel, pressing a finger to her lips. \"Shh... I've got a joke in mind,\" she whispers. \n\n\nOOC: Sorry for the double post, but I didn't want to edit anything with a dice roll in it." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, bored up against the wall, has arisen and drifted over to the newcomers and Tiriel.\n\n\" He still doesn't talk much to most of us, \" he says by way of announcing his presence.\n\n\" Name's Achkby, \" the halfling says, offering a small, gloved hand. \" Arcanist in this party, as you mighta noticed... At any rate, it's good to have you along. More spells are nearly always welcome. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel allows Adlamar heal her then she heads upstairs with a small smile on her face.\nShe waves to Katrine before sitting down near the top of one of the stairwells. She then lays out her bow, arrows, and sword making sure that they all are within easy reach. With that finished she closes her eyes, trying to find a moments peace before what she suspects will be a long night.\n well, we all seem to be getting along well...it's a nice change... \n\n[ooc: Current HP=16/45. Assuming Adlamar's wand heals for the same amount as Lissa's (1d8+1): 16+ 15 = 31, 31 + 12 = 43 \nTotal of 5 charges used, thanks buddy!]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark blesses Katrin's waterskin. Callos cackles to himself as he inscribes something on the outside of the double doors, then closes and bolts them shut.\n\nAnything and everything movable within the meeting house is carried, dragged, or pushed toward the main double doors. The doors themselves are barricaded, then a second wall is created in case the doors are breached. This leaves a 30 foot deep \"killing zone\" in front of the doorway. Some of you station yourselves on the lower level behind the barricades, while others climb the stairs to the second level.\n\n...\n\nElthan finds a small storeroom tucked in one corner of the upper level. After making some preparations, he finds Evendur and they have a brief, whispered conversation. The two of them climb the stairs and head towards the storeroom.\n\nLissa, however, has been keeping her eye on the two of them. Her bright eyes narrow suspiciously when the two of them break off from the rest of the group. Without hesistation, she sneaks upstairs after them while everyone else is distracted with the barricade preparations. From the deep shadows, she watches Elthan open the storeroom door and invite Evendur inside. The door closes behind them quietly.\n\nLissa sneaks forward as noiselessly as only a stealthy gnome can, and is just about to place a small ear against the doorway when suddenly excruciating pain erupts at the base of her skull. Involuntarily she cries out in agony, collapsing to the wooden floor ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Rask',Lizardman Druid \n\nThe lizardman had been examining the javelins Yix had salvaged when he hears the scream. Blinking at the others in surprise, he quickly reacts by racing up the stairs with javelin in hand." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHeavy boots slam onto the floor as he leaps to his feet. \"What in the nine hells was that?!\" He charges heedlessly up the stairs, eyes flashing in the dark as he searches for the source of the tiny cry." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel's eyes snap open the moment Lissa's cry reaches her ears. Reaching for her sword, wordlessly Tiriel heads toward the source of the noise and gestures for 'Rask' and Khazrael to accompany her.\n\nedit: and Khaz :)" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Dammit! \"\n\nAeroz goes to investigate the source of the scream, and when discovering it is Lissa, he helps her up if he is the first one there." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin thanks Trinark for blessing her water. She walks up the stairs to the second story, and is about to reach the balcony when she hears Lissa scream. About to call out to the gnome, she thinks better of it and unsheathes her sword, following Tiriel, Khazrael, and the druid, in the shadows. She stumbles over the last step of the stairway with a loud thump, cursing herself silently for this clumsiness.\n\n(OOC: Hide (1d20+22=28) \n Move Silently (1d20+17=18) \nGah, natural 1.)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n Elthan plucks up the spear holding the door and tosses it aside. They can't be attacking now, can they? I thought we had more time... This will all have to wait, or otherwise be gotten to by different means. \n\nAs he opens the storeroom door, he steps back and prepares to blind the first hostile creature he sees.\n\nOOC:\n Initiative - (1d20)[ 14 ] \nCast Blindness ; DC 17 Fortitude save negates\nif neccesary; Caster level check to overcome spell resistance\n Check - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n[OOC: Adalmar had climbed up the stairs already - see last post\n Spot - (1d20+13)[ 16 ] ]\n\nWorry gripping him, he runs towards the source of the noise, drawing his sword and scanning around him for other potential bad surprises. He whistles a call for Kir to come on his shoulder." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa kneels on the floor beside the storeroom door, scrabbling at her neck, biting her lower lip in agony.\n\nThe first to arrive by her side pull aside her collar. A glowing rune is visible on the back of Lissa's neck. The rune pulses, then fades away.\n\nLissa gasps with relief as the pain fades." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe lets her friends tend to the gnomette - he likes her, but they've barely met after all. Not seeing anything that could have caused her scream, he asks : \" What happened here ? \" Though he willed his voice to be gentle, it still comes out somewhat rough.\n\n I hope her prank hasn't ended too badly. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix tried racing up the stairs with the others, but his short legs could not keep up. He slows his pace to a steady one as he falls farther and farther behind. Reallizing he won't make it in time he calls out to the first person he can think of Adalmar \"What's going on? What's happened?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nGasping and rubbing her neck, Lissa glares at the door. Her breathing sounds harsh and strained. \"Don't... know... hurt... choked...\" she manages to rasp out. \"Evendur... and Elthan... in there... followed...\" Wincing, Lissa pulls a waterskin out of her pack and takes a swig. \"Pain when... I touched... the door.\" What in the name of Baravar just happened?! Why the hells would they trap the door? I didn't see a trap, but then I wasn't looking. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" What in the Nine Hells is going on in here? Can't I stop for ten minutes to lay a magical trap without someone screaming in panic? \" A very irate Callos said as he stormed back into the building upon hearing a faint scream outside. With the door and all of the space in between the two, he wasn't entirely sure just who had screamed but he was going to be sure to find out who and why they were doing it. But when he drew closer, close enough to see Lissa clutching her own throat and glaring at the door.\n\n Evendur and Elthan? Wait a minute...\n\n A flash of fear ran through the normally stoic necromancer and he paused.\n\n\" What happened? Why is she choking? \" \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n If it wasn't an attack, then there is only the remaining option.\n\n Elthan sets his spear down and kneels besides Lissa. \"Oh my, you are okay now, aren't you?\" he says concerned, \"I suppose I should have given a warning before hand; I cannot have any interruptions. This is the sort of thing I was afraid to happen but at least you came before the beginning of the incantation and the damage is minimal, or so I should hope.\"\n\nElthan stands up and addresses the group gathering towards the scream. \"There should be nothing to worry about, it was only a rebound of magical energy. I would advise everyone stay as far as possible from this room to avoid further accidents. I apologize for my negligence to inform you before hand.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe glare turns toward Elthan now. It's pretty clear that if it weren't for the condition of her throat, Lissa would be letting loose with her formidable repertoire of swearwords and insults. \"Bad as... Callos!... Stupid... magic... traps!\" \n This was uncharacteristically negligent of you, Mister Moonshadow. If you knew something like this could happen, why DIDN'T you warn everyone to stay away? Lissa rubs her throat irritably. If you didn't want to be interrupted, why didn't you just say so? Unless you've got your hand in the black magic jar... but Evendur would never willingly go along with something like that. She frowns. Willingly, there's the key word. Argh, I hate having to watch my friends like this! Sethra just loves the body-snatching game though. He might be staying in Telflamm, but I know there's other undead that can pull that trick. If he can get vampires to work for him, he can probably get an evil ghost or two. Bastard's probably watching this on his crystal ball and laughing it up. \n If I don't keep watching everyone, I'll end up like Sedryn. " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian has his arms crossed and expression of extreme annoyance on his face. It looks like he's about to bite off somebody's face considering how mad he looks.\n\nHis neckskin bulging vigorously and his spines raised, he wordless scoops up Lissa and carries the surprised gnome down the stairs.\n\n Are the warmbloods trying to kill each other before the walking dead get here? \n\nIn his fuming, he doesn't see the cross expression on Lissa's face either." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's footfalls join several others' as he charges up the stairs. Seeing Lissa, he pushes past them. He kneels to square his gaze with hers, a terrible fury burning just beyond those brilliant eyes, and as the glowing rune fades, he sighs.\n\n(( spellcraft check to identify the rune: (1d20=5+4=9) ))\n\n\"I've been down in enough dark places to have an idea of what happened--but nevermind all that; you okay?\"\n\nThe thin man gives gives Elthan no more than a passing glance as the door opens, his eyes quickly return to their former position, locked with the gnome's, almost as if trying to follow her train of thought." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\n\"Elthan, did you do that?\"\n\nEvendur's voice is sturn as he towers above Elthan.\n\n\"I have yet to agree to anything and you are acting overly secrative. I would know what you are planing tocaast on me, and I would know infront of everyone here.\"\n\nEvendur's eyebrows lower, furrowing his brow. He is truly not happy about the current state of afairs." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn mostly stays out of people's ways. He spends time wandering around the first floor trying to find a basement. There's going to be an undead army and they're going to have made a secret entrance into this house because they knew we'd pick this one. He comes running as he hears Lissa's scream. He eyes Elthan suspiciously as he dismisses it as 'a rebound of magical energy and the damage is minimal.'\n\n \"Oh yes. Excellent. Let's have minimal damage to everyone. It will be much worse later, so I won't tell people what I'm doing in case someone opens this door looking for me. Then, when they die, I can blame their ignorance. Perfect.\n I hope you wouldn't mind explaining exactly what is going on and clearly marking any areas we aren't supposed to go.\" Although the first part is heavily sarcastic, the second part has a hint of a threat in his voice. Elthan also notices that Fizahn's 'short sword' is in his hand. \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stands silently with her sword in hand watching the building argument. She glances quickly at Callos and then focuses on Elthan.\n I don't like this. Since I've met him, nothings upset him this much... well except me maybe...\n\n [PM'd action sent to Dr.Bob] \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa and Evendur glare at Elthan suspiciously until the lizardman scoops up the gnome in his arms protectively. Elthan's words seem to imply that he had something to do with the burning rune that appeared on Lissa's neck, but his expression suggests that he is a little bit confused about what is happening exactly.\n\nThe lizardman ignores Lissa's protests and wriggling, acting instinctively to remove the \"little one\" from potential danger. On the way to the stairs, however, Lissa cries out again. Once again the glowing rune appears on the back of Lissa's neck, pulsating briefly before fading.\n\nKhazrael pushes his way over to her. Brushing away her hair, he stares at the rune intently. As it fades, he shakes his head. \"I'm not sure, but the rune appears to be an ancient pictograph. I think it means it is here or I am here ...\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" It's an evil mark no matter what it means. \" Tiriel says with a low growl tightening her grip on her sword. \" I at least know that much. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n\" I am here? What on earth does that... \" Callos's eyes went wide with surprise, anger, and a bit of fear before turning and starting to run towards the front of the building. \" EVERYONE GET TO YOUR POSITIONS! Yix! Check out the window and try not to be seen! \" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nStepping away from the gnome Khazrael gives a gracious nod to Raskoruran, actually startled by the nurturing instinct that the creature shows. Callos's shouting snaps him out of his reverie and he looks over his shoulder to hear the necromancer's shouted command. Before his brain can truly mull over his recent annoyance with the man, he begins to mumble a string of syllables in some unknowable language, his body is apparently wracked with inner conflict--his shoulders shrug in, his knees bow out, and his slight form shudders violently. After only a few dreadful seconds, the spell is complete, and all is calm. He breathes a long, airy sigh and turns to the stairs.\n\n\"Alright, I'm going to have a look around downstairs. Shout if you see anything.\"\n\nHe quickly moves to the stairs, but rather than descending them, he drops to all fours and crawls from the floor of the second story to the ceiling of the first, his oddly (though not impossibly) bent limbs making him look for all the world like some sort of lizard, or perhaps an insect, moving through the flickering shadows.\n\n((OOC: Casting Spider Climb on myself and exploring every part of the first floor from a \"Safe\" vantage point. I'll be listening for any disturbances or for the party to say anything, and while either way I'll be using spider climb, I will stay upstairs or check out any specific area I'm asked or told to))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Oh, lovely. I touched Elthan's door, and now I've got an evil rune saying 'I am here' on my neck? Elthan definitely needs to do some explaining. Later. Nimbly wriggling out of Raskoruran's arms, Lissa smiles up at the druid apologetically and draws her crossbow, making sure to keep it pointed at the ground. \"Don't need voice to shoot,\" she croaks. With that, she hurries over to the nearest window and peers out cautiously. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe stands there, dumbfounded, while the members of the party start snapping at the half-elf. At least, being puzzled keeps him calm. \" Who is here ? The vampire ? \"\n\n A very mysterious power... \n\nHe realizes he knows nothing of what threatens them - which makes it hard to prepare adequately. Edging away from the commotion, he hides in the shadows and continuously scans the inside of the building.\n\n[OOC: Hide (1d20+15)[ 28 ] \nSpot (1d20+13)[ 16 ] ]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix hurries to the nearest window, and uses what little flight he can with his armor on the get up to the sill. He peers out the window hoping to see absolutely nothing, but he looks for it all the same." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur pushes past Elthan, his gleaming armor coming into existance arround him as he moves. His sword is in his hand almost instantaniously as he goes to search the lower floor, checking each entrance from a more grounded point of view.\n\n\"We shall discuss this later,\" he growls back at Elthan as he goes." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"Secretive? No, just a bit hasty.\" He says. He takes a brief look down in embarrassment, \"Well, very hasty. Again, I apologize. Now Fizahn,\" he says, directing a harsh look back at the gnome, \"As much as well all may appreciate your undying sarcasm, it is neither appropriate or desired. I would ask that you be a bit more constructive in any future criticism.\" I swear, if I did not have as much sense as I do...\n\n \"Still, you all deserve an explanation. For the past few weeks, I've been working on the theory for an incantation utilizing the knowledge of circle magic Linda departed to me and my own sorcerous powers. If all goes according to plan, Evandur will become second to none in dispatching our opposition. How it works is difficult to explain, requiring a bit of study in itself, but I think I can sum it up. Circles in this field represent a balance; Darkness is balanced by Light, Fire by Water, Sarcasm,\" he gives another sharp glance at Fizahn, \"By Seriousness. By inflicting him with some of my spare strength draining spells, the circle will balance it out by increasing his strength. He steps out of the circle, I dismiss my spells, and he is left much more powerful that before. In another example, Lissa probably held her breath just before reaching out for the door, and so when touching it was relieved of what she had inhaled.\"\n\nHe continues on, oblivious to Callos' warning. \"As for safety, it would suffice to stay a good distance from the door specifically and the adjacent walls as well. Though the door is the main, and only, 'portal' in the room most of the magical energies will stop there, but I cannot make a guarantee that it will be the only place they will collect. Think of it like a small cabin with a large fire; You'll feel warmer outside by the door, but may still receive some heat if you keep your back to the wall long enough. The principle applies here.\"\n\nElthan turns to Evandur and stops him. \"I cannot inspire much confidence in the spell, but I believe that you are the best choice for this, and that the best time for this is now. So, asking openly, will you help me?\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at Elthan and says,\" That's all fine and good, but how do you explain the rune that appeared on Lissa's neck? \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy didn't rush up the stairs at the sound of the screams. In fact, he didn't move at all, from where he rested against the bannister of one of the staircases whittling at a piece of wood. He'd smashed one of the tables they'd shoved into the barricade up with his flail and selected as many decent looking splinters as he could find. With a little bit of woodwork, he made a handful of passable stakes.\n\nHe didn't know much about vampires, but stakes were apparently useful. Better to have them and not need them than be without. He keeps his eyes on the door as the others bolt upstairs, but slowly backs his way up after them to make sure everything is okay. By the time he gets within earshot, he's missed the bulk of the conversation, but he hears enough to offer a quip in response to Tiriel.\n\n\" Must be the oldest trick in the book. Torture someone fer a bit, then let them 'escape'. All ya gotta do is follow them back ta wherever ya want them ta lead ya. I done it myself before. All they did was use magic instead'a legwork. \" He shoves the last of his stakes into his belt before turning to head back down to his place on the stairs, \" It was almost a no-risk venture. If she finds us, they find us. If she don't, what harm is she alone? \"\n\n((OOC\n\nDR, Lumpy will improvise as many stakes as he can get out of a table in the amount of time that's passed if that's alright.\n\n))" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan takes a quick look back at Tiriel. \"I do not have any idea why or how a rune came to be on Lissa's neck.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel frowns, as she considers the implications of what Elthan and Lumpy have said. \" So it's likely that Valentine put the rune on Lissa's neck to track her - and find us. Then it must have reacted to Elthan's magic when she got close to the door... I think we'd better prepare for company soon.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Evendur \n\nEvendur looks uneasily from Elthan to Lisa toTiriel to Lumpy and back to Elthan.\n\n\"So we don't have much time? But then why warn us?\"\n\nHe shakes his head...\n\n There is no time.\n\n ...questions bubbling up in his mind, flashing past and through...\n \nYou are sure that this will work Elthan? How long will it take? How long will it last? What if the atack does not come for several hours and this mark is just an atempt to make us waste out defensive magic? What if the attack comes while we are casting? What if..? What if..?\n\n ...and Evendur looks at Lisa's fading mark again.\n\n There is no time. \n\nEvendur's gaze pierces Elthan.\n\n\"Do it.\"\n\nHe strides into the circle and stands head bowed, eyes closed, awaiting Elthan's Magic." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nIn the shadows, Adalmar listens. That orc, he's a smart one.\n\n...\n\nMarking humans like animals. He shivers." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel reaches out to stop Evendur from heading back into the room but lets her hand fall at his last words. She goes and retrieves her dropped equipment (bow, quivers) before returning. She keeps her distance, but stays within eyesight of the room Evendur has stepped into." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz\n\n Seeing Lissa has been tended to, Aeroz goes back and grabs his bow and a quiver of arrows. It seemed to be a completely hopeless battle, around a dozen men squaring off against what one would assume to be a horde of enemies hells bent on their destruction.\n\n Hello? Corellon? It's me...Aeroz. I haven't been a good follower of any faith...hells, I'd be surprised if I actually did have some left. Still, if anything can turn the tide of a hopeless battle, divine intervention would do it...hehehe... \n\nAeroz stops for a second and mentally slaps himself for disrespecting his god.\n\n Crap, I've never been good at praying, but perhaps you could lend us your favour? We are trying to do something very important, and there is a lot hanging in the balance here. So please, help us during this battle. I can't offer you much, but maybe some prayer and a change of attitude would work? I don't know, and I don't even know if you are even listening to this pathetic excuse for a cry for help...\n\nWell, I screwed that up.\n\n Aeroz proceeds to the nearest window and peers out, arrow nocked.\n\n[OOC: Spot - 7+8=15]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUnfortunately, Lumpy's theory as to who put the rune on Lissa's neck makes all too much sense. Her lips tighten as she loads a bolt into her crossbow with somewhat more force than necessary. \"Makes sense. Escape... too easy.\" I didn't even think about that at the time, I was just so glad to be out of there and so guilty about having to leave Hajih behind. But if the vampires really wanted to get me back, they could have. They move a lot faster than a gnome on foot, and vampires can smell the living. Rubbing the back of her neck, Lissa points her crossbow out the window, watching and listening for enemies. Should I protect myself from evil now? No... wait until they're within sight. \n Baravar Cloakshadow, please protect us and help us destroy these things of evil. I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to figure out that they marked me. I'll try to be more careful in the future; I'm already trying to be careful and keep an eye on everyone, even though they're my friends... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Those of you looking out the windows have trouble seeing much. The moon is thin, casting little light on the icy ground. From the second floor, the abandoned cottages sit dark and empty, surrounding the meeting hall in all directions.\n\nA shower of sparks catches your eye. At the edge of town, three horsemen appear. Tiny flames dance at the horses' hooves. The three horsemen rein in their horses. At this distance it is impossible to make out their faces." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe lizardman had moved to a window and picked up a javelin. He'd still glanced back to the gnome who'd dropped off and picked her crossbow.\n\n Should I cast my Detect Magic on her?...I am unsure how that helps though.. \n\nSomething grabs him at the edges of his consciousness. A sensation that the balance had somehow shifted. Peering out the window he sees the riders and the flaming steeds.\n\n That is not natural.. \n\nHis grip on the javelin tightens and he forgets about Elthan's dangerous magic for the moment." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's natural suspicion was working in a way very akin to Lissa's. What was it that kept bothering him about vampires? As the burly half-orc paced back down the stairs towards his post, he considered what he knew. Which was what the wizard had told him. That was it.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Callos \n Its not folklore. Vampires are halted by the strong smell of garlic, a strongly presented holy symbol, running water which is why I suggested the river, concreated ground, and they must ask permission before entering into another person's home. On death their forced back into hiding in their coffins were they must rest for time and are vulnerable. Sunlight first cripples then destroys them. Their voices can dominate a person's mind and they can call creatures from the night to serve them. Not to mention turning into mists and creatures themselves. A stake will merely put the creature into hibernation, they'll reform once its removed unless the body is destroyed. Immersing them in water is almost as effective as sunlight against them. Magic and silver can penetrate their unholy hides not to mention they heal at an astonishing rate for a creature filled with negative energy. \n \n\nIt struck him entirely too late. There were at least THREE mounted vampires. They'd killed one and taken two prisoners, but left one wounded behind. Unless they were very sloppy or very stupid, and from the look of the snare they'd laid, they were neither. . . there was something else. The half-elf was. . . more bait? A lure?\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Callos \n Their voices can dominate a person's mind \n \n\nA booby-trap.\n\n\" Stupid! \"\n\nHe turns, barreling back up the stairs towards the room Elthan had sequestered. If it was locked, he'd break it down, if it was magicked, he'd break it down while on fire. If he was wrong, they might miss out on one spell. If he was right, well, Gods hope he wasn't too late." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sucks in a breath at the sight of the three unholy riders. Turning toward the rest of the room, she waves to get her friends' attention. \"Nightmare riders! Probably the vampires! Edge of town!\" It still hurts to talk, but at least she can do so now. Which is a good thing, since Lissa still has one spell left that might be useful for this fight. Lowering her crossbow and grasping her holy symbol, Lissa quietly chants a spell in Celestial. A hazy white nimbus flares briefly around the gnome's body, then subsides. Lissa returns to her vigil at the window, ready to shoot as soon as the riders are within range. \n\n\nOOC: Yay for domain spells! Cast protection from evil (Good domain, 1st level) on self. It'll last 5 min. Somehow I don't think it'll take the vampires that long to get here. 😛" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n After having shouted his own warning he was less then surprised to see the flaming horses approaching the town. How best to prepare for the uncoming battle? He really didn't have much...especially much that could work on vampires...Except for his mirror...maybe...just maybe he would have time to study more spells. Standing on the walkway part over the door he sat down cross-legged and pulled the spell book from its pouch and the rope Lissa had given him. Just in case. Studying furiously, eyes running over the spells as quickly as possible and keeping the mirror and rope handy. Of course he could always....opal eyes darted to the dining knife that he had been given then to his own arm...would it really help? It wouldn't be the best of ideas to do now though..." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix closes his eyes and thinks very carefully making sure that he gets everyone within his range of broadcast \"What can I do to be useful?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe rushes to the nearest window and takes in the approaching riders. At least the enemy isn't in our midst. \n\nHe whispers to Lissa : \" So, those are your enemies ? The riders are vampires ? Are their mounts dangerous too ? Who should we try to take out first : the mounts or the riders ? \"\n\nHe lets her nod yes or no. He thinks hard : \" What did you say about silver harming them ? \"\n\nNot really waiting for an answer, he sheathes his sword, unshoulders his bow and draws some arrows from his backpack, adding them to one of his quivers. Rangers always keep silver weapons to deal with the occasional lycanthrope. Caressing the engraved wood of the bow, he murmurs \" Roar. \" and suddenly crackling silvery sparks run along the stave, then subside just as quickly.\nHe returns to the window.\n\n[OOC: if it becomes evident they are headed for the town hall (i.e. they already know the group is there), Adalmar will shoot at one of the beast as soon as they are in range - he can afford a light penalty, especially if they don't expect a far-reaching ranged attack. 220ft at -2, 330ft at -4 - if he can even see this far !]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe druid turns as Lumpy rushes past him to the storeroom.\n\n\" Semuanya!! What now? \"\n\nThat the stout half-orc would scramble for the little room confused Ssathiya when the danger was clearly outside. He glowers at him.\n\nOOC: Wisdom Check: 19 + 2= 21\n\nAn icy realization then descends on the druid as certain facts align themselves in his mind.\n\n Serpentslayer is a skilled hunter. A good leader in a fight. \n\nThat he would be more concerned with the storeroom meant that there was far greater danger inside there than outside at the moment.\nHe stands up, away from the window with a look of utter confusion and stares at the others next to him.\n\nComing to a decision, he yells at the people next to him,\n\" Go with him !\"\n Without my magic I am no help. Semuanya! I beg you, watch over us now. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nSeeing that Lissa seems to be alright, she begins to walk back upstairs, then breaks into a run when she hears Callos' warning. She remembers his list of their weaknesses and mentally runs through them. Holy symbol... couldn't get one. Silver... let's not think about silver. Running water... nope. The holy water might help, although I don't know how much harm it could deal to them before I run out of it. Magic... I wish. Sunlight will have to wait. Garlic... Tiriel bought some powdered garlic. She calls down to her, \"Tiriel! Didn't you buy some powdered garlic when we were in Two Stars? Could I have some?\"\n\n Meanwhile she says a quick mental prayer. Dear Sel ûne, Moonmaiden and protector, please watch over us and protect us this night. Please aid us in our quest to destroy these creatures of evil. Please help us live to warn Rashemen of the oncoming Army in time. \n " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " \n Originally Posted by namo \n Adalmar \nHe whispers to Lissa : \" So, those are your enemies ? The riders are vampires ? Are their mounts dangerous too ? Who should we try to take out first : the mounts or the riders ? \"\n\nHe lets her nod yes or no. He thinks hard : \" What did you say about silver harming them ? \" \n \n\n Lissa \n\nLissa whispers back, keeping her eyes on the window, \"Yes, yes, and yes. The mounts are called nightmares; they can fly, the hooves are fiery, and they're pure evil. Get the vampires first, they're smart and they'll be dictating strategy.\" She slaps herself on the forehead and begins unloading her crossbow. \"Silver! Nearly forgot about that! Yes, it does harm them. They don't like holy symbols much, so if you've got one, that might help.\" Lissa opens her backpack, pulls out a handful of silver-tipped crossbow bolts, and exchanges the ordinary bolts in her quiver for the silvered ones. That done, she closes her backpack and loads a silver-tipped bolt into her crossbow. \"Lets see, what else did Callos tell us... holy water and sunlight hurts them. Garlic and mirrors repel them. Wooden stake through the heart kills it instantly, I think I saw Lumpy making some of those.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The stocky dwarf checks his position, and goes about finalizing his armor and weapons, checking straps and securing himself. With a final gesture he takes his giant tower shield up with the bastard sword, and digs in\n\n \"Ach, once again, if any of yer be capable of healin' me a tad, I would very much appreciate it now! Ready to lay em' down Half Breed?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "Khazrael\n\nHearing the cries of the others, he skitters back to the second floor, and spying the coming threat, he shouts, \"We should group together!\"\n\nThat said, he moves to the ceiling and once again slips his mirror out of his back pocket, remembering Callos's earlier advice.\n\n Initiative (1d20+1=14) " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The three horsemen keep their distance. The one in the center throws back her hood, revealing herself to be a woman in ornate plate armor. Her pale face wears an unreadable expression. She raises her right hand. Straining your eyes through the darkness, you catch a glint of faint moonlight off of a serpentine dagger in her hand.\n\nThe ground behind the three riders begins to shift and crack. A faint rumble reaches your ears as skeletal figures begin to climb up out of the frozen earth. Scores of skeletons rise to their feet and begin to march forward past the riders into the village. The skeletons are armed with decrepit swords and axes. Some carry rusted shields." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nTension grips his guts like never before. Skeletons now ? How do you even fight skeletons ? Mielikki, protect me ! \n\n\" Wooden stakes ? Then if somebody could get me one or two... \"\n\n[OOC: Initiative (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \nHe will start firing at skeletons with mundane arrows once they are within range. ]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Wait, what's going on? Didn't Lissa just say that there were Vampires outside? \" confused Tiriel quickly gets out of Lumpy's way as he charges toward the store room. \" Why are you charging up here? I already checked Elthan, he's acting weird but there wasn't anything evil about him or the room... \"\n\nTiriel falls silent when it's obvious that what she said has fallen on deaf ears. She turns away and yells at Katrine, \" I gave you some of the garlic already. In fact I gave everyone some of it! I don't know what would be better, smashing it in their faces or on the ground around us. Oh wait. \" She digs around in her belt pouch and pulls out four small paper packets. \" Adalmar, You're a good shot right, take some of these! \" She runs over to the archer and hands him 4 of the garlic bombs she'd made earlier, \"Wait for the Vampires to come within range,\" Tiriel catches a glimpse out the window,\n\" **! Looks like they brought friends! \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby had taken a position on the ground floor at first, his spells being best used on a plane with his enemies. When he heard Lissa scream, though, he vaulted up the stairs at (his less-than-impressive) top speed to see what was wrong.\n\nAt Callos' yell, he had started down the stairs again, but returned to the balcony when the threat was discovered to not be immediate. Since then, he's flitted about Lissa, hovering almost protectively but entirely ineffectually a few feet off.\n\nAt Lumpy's yell and charge up the stairs, Achkby's dithering reached a new level; he first plastered himself to the wall, then leaped after the half-orc, but after only a few paces returned to his befuddled inactivity and accompanying waiting place just behind Lissa." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"You gotta be kidding me! How the hell...?!\"\n\nGrumbling, he grits his teeth and begins weaving a spell...\n\n((If any skeletons get within 160 feet, he'll fire a magic missile out the window, spreading it out so that two missiles strike one skeleton, and one missile spreads to a third, trying to gauge their toughness.))\n\n\n Magic Missile damage: (1d4+1=3, 1d4+1=3, 1d4+1=4) " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"Thanks!\" Katrin rushes over to her pack and opens it, and sure enough, the 'garlic bomb' is right on top of everything. The Handy Haversack is aptly named. She sticks it in her belt pouch for later use. Glancing out the window again, she sees the skeletons. How would you destroy one of those things? You'd probably have to break the bones; my crossbow won't be too much good, especially without silver... \n\nKatrin looks around for something useful for breaking bones, and finally settles upon a piece of railing left over from Thokk scavenging wood for barring the windows. She draws her shortsword with her other hand.\n " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa begins cursing up a storm in a mixture of several languages at the sight of the skeletons. \"Skeletons! Why couldn't it be zombies?! Arrows and bolts are bugger-all use against skeletons!\" She turns to Achkby. \"You've got spells left, fry 'em!\" \n\n\nOOC: Are any of the enemies (riders, nightmares, or skeletons) within crossbow range yet?" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby flails about, limp-wristed, in a combination between a shrug and attempt to let off energy.\n\n\" I can't! I mean I can! But... but it'd be a waste! I can only cast a few, I only have the energy for a few, and I can't use 'em right from up here, I have to be on the ground with 'em... \" he says, speak quickly and stumbling over the words.\n\n\" I don't know what to do! \" he shouts to the whole building, echoing Yix's more sedated cry." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nTrinark had been standing next to Ssathiya. He reaches out and arm and lays it on the lizardman's shoulder.\n\n\" Save your spears. Onlyinsignificant damage will be inflicted upon the skeletons. \"\nhe says.\n\nThe lizardman looks annoyed and pitches the held javelin on the floor.\n\nSeeing Katrin handle a waterskin reminds him of the 'holy water' the others had been talking about. Looking at Trinark, he asks,\n\" Can you make 'holy water'? \"\n\nHe quickly outlines a simple plan to move to a window overlooking the door and cast his create water spell. With Trinark's aid, they could convert it into a holy shower for the skeletons.\n\nOOC: Init: 16 +2=18" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Why... \" Aeroz mutters under his breath in a kind of whine. He aims his bow straight at the woman with the serpentine dagger (Kris?). Realization that arrows would not do much if Callos' description of vampires were indeed accurate crosses his face, and arrows really couldn't do much to skeletons. He goes to where he left his bag and fishes out another healing potion and drinks it.\n\n\" Hey Callos, does your everyday typical undead have any particular resistance to fire? \" he asks as he draws his rapier.\n\n[OOC: Potion of Cure moderate wounds (Curing 4+5+3= 12 damage, init 18+3=21]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n It's time... \n\nCallos rose up from his feet and turned to the window at the sound of the ground cracking and rising up. And what he saw made his knees shake.\n\n NO! No! This can't be happening! Its just like the dream, JUST LIKE IT!....Oh no...THE TRAP WON'T WORK!\n\n\" Fire is fine but cold is useless on the skeletons. You need to crack the bones, stabbing or cutting isn't nearly as effective! Listen, if things get bad then retreat to the storeroom on the opposite from the building as the storeroom that Elthan is preparing Evendur in. \" The necromancer's normally jovial or serious tone was severely shaken and had a hint of fear to it. Now his thoughts were almost continually turning to the one way out that he had. But he couldn't leave everyone to fend for themselves!....Could he? No!...But what could he really do? Despite his mild profiecency with his fists, not nearly as much as Sheyra had possessed, Callos knew he'd be ripped to shreds if he attempted melee with the undead. ...But the very walkway he was standing on...he could drop it on them!\n\n(( Moving to on of the corners at the beginning of the room.))\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar eyes the approaching skeletons with unease. He knows that Kront lies on top of an ancient battleground. This part of the East was contested ground between the ancient civilizations of Narfell and Raumathar, and enough blood was spilled on the shores of nearby Lake Ashane to give it the nickname \"Lake of Tears\". Incongruously it occurs to him that some of the approaching undead might be the bones of his ancestors. He shivers at the thought.\n\nThe riders keep their distance, watching impassively as the skeletons advance on the meeting house.\n\nThe skeletons arrange themselves into a number of different units, perhaps unconsciously mimicking the tactics they once used in life. The skeletons (too many to count) converge on the front doors.\n\nKhazrael fires a volley of magic missiles that destroys one skeleton and blasts the arm off a second. Others fire arrows and crossbow bolts.\n\n...\n\nWhile the others are busy at the front of the meeting house, Lumpy crashes into the storeroom to the rear. Taking in the macabre situation in the unlighted room at a glance, he smashes his flail into Elthan's jaw, knocking the half-elf out instantly.\n\nEvendur's body lies in the center of a black circle. A pool of dark blood spreads across the floor. The paladin's disembodied head lies face up, eyes closed, wearing an expression of ... trust?\n\n\n\n\nOOC: The skeletons have AC 15 and DR 5/bludgeoning. Each has 6 hp. Feel free to roll your own attacks and damage. I will keep track of the number of skeletons destroyed (so far, one). " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The dwarf readies himself in the bottom floor, preparing to engage the first skeletons that make their way into the building and attempting to figure out how to keep his flanks covered\n\n \"Ach lads! Stay where you can shoot em! Ill try and keep em preoccupied down here! Little lass, got anythin else that can help me out?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dwarf stands in front of the barricaded doorway. His tower shield is braced in front of him with his sword held ready over his shoulder. He looks to either side and is surprised to find himself alone. For a moment, he wonders where Lumpy and the paladin are, then he shrugs. More for me. \n\n\nOOC: It looks to me like everyone except Thokk is up on the second floor.\n\nAnyone who wishes may do what Katrin has done and find a piece of wood to use as a club (1d6). There are enough pieces of broken wood to choose from to avoid any penalties for an improvised weapon. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel decides to temporarily sheath her sword and pick-off as many skeletons as she can with her bow until they make it into the building.\n\n 3 attacks: \nattack, damage = attack total, damage total\n1d20+7, 1d8+5=[10, 7], [1, 5], = 17, 6 damage\n1d20+7, 1d8+5=[11, 7], [3, 5], = 18, 8 damage\n1d20+7, 1d8+5=[20, 7], [1, 5]) = 27, 6 damage\n ^ (& the crit's pointless since it's dead anyhow)\n\n* as soon as it looks like the skeletons are going to break into the building she'll be switching to melee mode.\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy storms back out of the storeroom, bloody flail in one hand, supporting Elthan over one shoulder, the sorcerer's jaw suspiciously misaligned. Wordlessly, he unslings the sorcerer's unconscious form near where the others have gathered, offering an entirely too-brief explanation,\n\n\" The Holy Man's dead- no, don't go look, it ain't something fer looking at. If he ever wakes back up, \" The half-orc waves his flail at Elthan, \" knock his traitorous hide back out again. \"\n\nWith that's he's already on the move again, barking orders as he heads down the stairs to join Thokk on the floor. His voice grows in intensity, underlined with anger, and punctuated by rapid gestures towards people and locations as he addresses them. Notably to the newcomers, Lumpy's speech is stacatto and notably lacking proper nouns, but he speaks as if he expects no dissent. A drill sergeant's voice.\n\n\" First stand's on the floor between the barricade and the stairs! Ya got the left side, Dwarf, I'll take the right! Halfling, if ya've got more lightning left, I want ya at the foot'a the stairs fer the start, first thing they should see when the door gives is sparks! You, with the feathers, once he's done that, let them regroup, then the same from the other side! ANyone with healing on the stairs too ta make sure we can get access either way real easy! \" He pauses, considering, before indicating Tiriel with one finger, \" Anyone with some close combat left in them, get ya a nice peice a wood and set up on the ground floor. Just stick near me and the dwarf and be ready ta fall back if they break through in force! Second stand'll be on the stairs! If I call it, don't stop, just get up the damn things so we can all fall back in time! Everyone who's staying up there, keep an eye on those damned windows. So much as a squirrel comes through one, I wanna hear about it! \"\n\nHe pauses again, but his voice softens somewhat as he continues,\n\n\" This is it, folks. Watch yer backs. And lets communicate this time. No one can read everything, ya gotta work it all out together. \"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis heart almost stops in his chest until he remembers his father wasn't buried around here... Grimly, he prepares for what can only be a long fight.\n\nHe accepts the garlic with a gracious nod. Now, more than ever, he doesn't want to waste time speaking.\n\nHe is relieved to find that he is able to wield this bow easily. He aims at the skeletons closest to the building. Maybe with enough destroyed, the bones will pile up until the entrance becomes inaccessible... Ha, wishful thinking. The arrow he lets fly are shrouded in dancing sparks.\n\nAdrenaline flows in his veins. He barely hears what the demi-orc says, somehow it doesn't make sense. He lets out a shout : \" Everyone ! Do your best ! \"\n\n[OOC :\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 25 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 6 ] (1 down)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 25 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 6 ] (1 down)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 1 ] (nothing) ]" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby pulls his sling off of his belt, but after a moment's hesitation ties it back on; his aim is good, but there's never been much force behind the little man's stones.\n\nAt Lumpy's directions, however, he gives a half smile to Lissa.\n\" If I don't get out of this remember that I... well, remember me. And if you do -- my family name is Gallandrome. If you're in the South country, I'm from Shimondein.\nBut even if you're not, remember...\nRemember that...\nJust remember me. \"\n\nWith that, he hurries down the stairs, shouting to the doorguard, \" If I've got a lightning bolt left?! Ha ha, I can blast them away more than just once! They don't know what they're getting into -- the storms are mine! \"\n\n[OOC]Achkby will position himself about 30' inside the door, perhaps a bit more. He'll ready to cast Lightning Bolt in a 10'-wise column after the skeletons move inside, so as to get the most possible at once. If they try to move to the sides, instead, he'll zap them immediately.\nAC 19, I believe.[/OOC]\n\n Don't read into that too much, please " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Relax Callos, their just normal skeletons. This isn't like your nightmares. Your fellow adventurer's skeletons aren't going to claw out of them and attack you. You've faced more horrible things then skeletons. It's all....What the?!\n\n \"Lumpy, Thokk, and anyone else down there, don't stand so close to the damn door! If that trap goes off and your right there, then you'll be hit too! Back up! That'll and I'm going to try and bring down the section of walkway above the door down on them when they break threw!\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Thokk hears the necromancer shout at him, looks at the door, and smiles\n\n \"Hahaha! Good job lad, we shall get these bastards!\" \n\nThokk steps out of the way slightly, and prepares to rush in as soon as needed. The dwarf seems light, almost happy about the impeding skeletons. Listening closely, you can hear a small tune being murmurered under his breath...\n\n \"Take me out to the black, tell them I ain't coming back. Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me...\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe druid's jaw literally dropped when he saw a bloodied Tongues on the Slayer 's shoulder. The words that the 'holy man was dead' took longer to sink in.\n\n No!..this is a distraction... The hunt is outside \n\nA welling of thoughts are about to explode and his first instinct is to see to the human healer in the room and Elthan after that but this was not the time. He focuses on the enemy outside and pushes the thoughts away.\n\nOne thing was sure...even if they survived this battle...they had already lost at least one of their number. And there would be a reckoning.\n\nOOC: Ssathiya moves to a window overlooking the door and readies a sling shot at 100 ft with -2 penalty\nAttack: Nat 20\nDmg: 2 +2 = 4 bludgeoning" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "Khazrael\n \nThey can't take the sky from me indeed... \n\n\"They already lost one war, I'm not too worried here!\"\n\nHis hands move in a quick gesture and several more magic missiles stream towards the skeletons.\n\n((OOC: Casting MM on the skeletons, the first missile hits the skeleton I hit before, the next two hit a random one: 1d4+1=3, 1d4+1=2, 1d4+1=4 , That's 3 so far...))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark of House Tel'von follows his own advice, leaving his relatively useless swords in their sheathes. Having stood, surveying the aproaching undead army he unbuckles his swords, leaving them at the top of the stairs. They would make usefull weapons later if it came to it, particularly if they had to fall back and were facing the vampires as well. For now he needed to be light, to dance the dance of death as best he could and they would only weigh him down. He descends the stairs, picks up a chunk of wood, a chair leg, good enouh for a club.\n\nHe meets his friend the Druid at the top of the stairs as he leaves the room of death. He can see his aggitation in his eyes.\n\n\" Evendur is dead. \" he says, a statement, not a question. He hangs his head.\n\n\" The Half-orc is right. He is a good warrior. Come to the stairs when they reach the front door. We will need your sling there. I shall call upon Elistraee to put fear into these undead creatures. We shall win this day yet, fear not dear friend. \"\n\nTrinark lays his hand on the Druid's sholder.\n\n\" Good luck my friend. May you hunt these undead well. \"\n\nHaving tried to comfort the Ssathiya he now feels the loss in his own heart, a hole, however small, thet he knew would grow larger if another were to fall int he coming fight. He takes a deep breath. \n\nI will not let another of us fall here, Elistraee be my witness, not while I still can help. \n\nTrinark hefts the piece of wood in his hand as he descends the stairs, it would be posible to throw this if it came to it, having nothing else at hand to use at range, but he must not disarm himself. Looking arround the ground of the first floor he sees other debris and befins to cellect it, forming a pile of usable materials for throwing. He may not be strong, but neither was he a bad shot. He takes his place at the bottom of the stairs by his pile.\n\n\" Use these if you have nothing else to throw at the skeletons. It may be enough to slow a few down, \" he states to anyone prepared to listen.\n\nHe flashes an encouraging smile around the room. \" We shall prevail because we must. Follow Lumpy. That is all I ask. \"\n\nHe then mutters holy words, becoming as he does a more comanding presence, his bearing more reagal, his face more alive. Finaly he surveys the scene before him, working put where his deities aid would be most usefull.\n\n[Ooc: Casts Eagles splendour on himslef, +4 charisma for 4 mins, 40 rounds.]\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman, Tiriel, Lissa, Adalmar, and Khazrael blast the skeletons from the three windows above the front doors.\n\nAdalmar's right hand is a blur as he fires arrow after arrow into the approaching skeletons. Two skeletons explode in a flash of blue electricity.\n\nKhazrael fires more magic missiles , blowing up two more.\n\nTiriel draws back her bow with superhuman strength. Her first arrow passes straight through one of the skeletons. Clenching her teeth, she sends her next two arrows into the same skeleton only to see them pass through its bones ineffectually. Finally a stone from the lizardman's sling shatters the skeletal warrior's torso and it falls apart.\n\nThokk and Lumpy stand facing the doors with their backs to the second barricade. The dwarf sings to himself serenely as he waits patiently for battle.\n\nTrinark and Achkby stand atop this barricade facing the door as well, ready to turn or electrocute any skeletons that make it into the building.\n\nCallos, Aeroz and Yix remain on the second level, debating where they can be most useful.\n\n...\n\nOther skeletons immediately fill in the gaps as they continue their inexorably march forward to the front doors. Adalmar tries counting them but loses count at 50. There are easily 100 skeletons advancing on the meeting house.\n\nAn axe bites into the door with a thud . The axe is soon joined by others until the entire meeting house reverberates with their staccato blows. The door vibrates, but holds.\n\n\n\nOOC: Five more skeletons destroyed (total 6). Tiriel's next round is accounted for. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Dammit all! How am I supposed to try and stem that tide of undeath? Wait..maybe fighting isn't the answer here...\n\n \" YIX! I need you over here pronto! \" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThokk continues to sing to himself, preparing for the coming battle. His tempo continues to rise and he begins shouting the lyrics. After he finishes, he turns to Lumpy\n\n \"Lets do this lad\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix finally believing someone has found a use for him runs over to where Callos called him, \"What do you need me to do?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHeartened that his enchanted bow is making a difference, he lets loose more arrows.\n\nOOC:\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 26 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 1 ] \nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 2 ] \nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n(total: 1 down)" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Listen Yix, this doesn't look good and your the best person for this. I want you to start looking for another way out of this building. I can only provide a temporary escape if we need to keep falling back so a way out is something we need . Your small enough to evade notice inside even if the skellies get in or even if you flit about the outside of the building. Not to mention your telepathy will enable you to instantly let us know if you find something we can use. If you have ANY sort of special tricks, magic or even just regular skills that you think would help then start setting them up. I can't stress how important this is Yix. \" Callos stressed to him with as much firmness in his voice. He had to impress upon the pseudodragon just how important his mission was. Then he hesitated and gestured for the little dragon to come closer to him so he could whisper to the pseudodragon.\n\n((Spaz, check the Private Conversations thread please.))\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin stands at the top of one of the staircases, blocking the way up to the balcony, but ready to let her friends downstairs. She looks quickly around for anything she could throw at the skeletons and make herself useful, since she didn't want to waste her holy water before the vampires arrived." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter her second arrow passes harmlessly through another skeleton's armor and bones Tiriel puts down her bow in frustration.\n\" Damn it ! See, this is why I hate dead things: they don't fight fair, they don't feel pain, and they're the most brainless bunch you'll ever met! \"\nTiriel shouts as she stomps away from the windows looking for a LARGE piece of wood to throw at the advancing skeletons.\n\n::Instead of attacking for a third round Tiriel plans on locating the largest piece of wood that she can carry - be it a bench, a table, etc. - that will still fit through one of the windows.::\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"There are so many! How are they controlling them all?!\"\n \nThe skeletons can't get to me up here, but if Callos was right, I'm easy prey for the vampires. \n\nHe fires a wild spray of dim ochre light from the very air around him which coalesces into semisolid streaking missiles that snake out after two more skeletons.\n\n\n ((More magic missiles (1d4+1=5, 1d4+1=5, 1d4+1=2), one more skeleton destroyed and one injured.)) " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Dammit, forgot about the barrier.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Callos! \" Achkby shouts as he climbs the barrier, \" Don't collapse the doorframe until I tell you! \"\n\nOn top of the barrier, Achkby is practically hopping from foot to foot in anticipation, until the first axe blow strikes the door.\n\n\" Trinark, \" he says suddenly, stumbling over the harsh tongue as he speaks swiftly, \" I can't work from here. I have to go down, I have to be on the floor with the skeletons. \"\n\nHe starts hunting for the best way to climb down into the barricade." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix hurriedly begins stripping off his armor, feeling like it'd hinder his ability to sneak through the ensuing fight. After removing all his armor, he goes off the find another exit of they can leave from. He feels slightly remorse about what Callos told him, but he knew it had to be done.\n\n((When the fight ensues Yix will sneak accordingly\n\nMove Silently: +11\nHide: +23 ))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAbandoning the rapier idea because of of the skeletons resistance to such weapons, Aeroz a long stave of wood (Elthan's staff, if it is available) and goes downstairs to where Thokk and Edgar are currently waiting. He takes cover behind a heap of something large enough to hide him." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \nTime seems to slow for a moment as the man's brain kicks into gear, brought to its full potential by the stress of the situation.\n\n\"Those skeletons aren't the townspeople, they're armed like soldiers--they didn't meet their fate this way! If Valentine did this, why wouldn't she just use their bodies for new minions? What's more, when we found this place, the ground was undisturbed!\"\n\nHe locks eyes with anyone who bothers to look up at him, and exclaims,\n\n\"The undead didn't do this, and I think the townspeople got away! There must be a backup plan in place! Some way for them to have escaped!\"\n \nHells, we wasted our time lounging around when we could have been searching for clues! " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark uses the last moments before the door gives to make the rounds, blessing the area just behind the second barier so that it reaches the ranged people on high.\n\n\" May Elistraee bless you in the coming battle, \" he calls out to everyone\n\nHe approaches Aeroz as he psses him towards the baricade, laying a hand upon his sholder.\n\n\" Elistraee, aid Aeroz in our time of need. \"\n\nFinaly he turns his prayers to himself.\n\n\" Elistraee, I ask for your protection against this evil tied that now bears down upon us. \"\n\n He stands at the behind Thokk and Lumpy, readying his holy sybol to Elistraee, it's polished silver finaly uncovered from its dark home beneath his clothes. He holds it out in front of him, his shield below, the dule shining effigies seeming to offer hope of salvation in this dark place. He waits for the first undead to penetrate the outer defences. \n\n[Ooc: Ok, that should take 3 rounds (24 seconds), Eagles splendor now has 47 rounds remaining, Bless will last 48, covering everyone on the balcony up to about the stairs and prety much the whole ground floor, Aeroz 49 of Aid and I have 50 rounds protection. Might be a good idea if you keep track of your own bonuses for now. The sooner we can get through these skellys the better. Don't forget to factor them in to your equations. Should he be interupted before completing these he will break off and ready his holy symbols.]\n\nBless: +1 atack and will saves vs. fear\nAid: +1 atack and will saves vs. fear and 1d8+4 temporary HP: Temp HP for Aeroz (1d8+4=6) " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn seems unsure of where he should be. Leave it to me to be utterly useless. I can't fight skeletons. Maybe there's a locked secret passage that we can head through. Aw hell, whatever. Fizahn rushes down to the front line fighters. He hefts a piece of wood two-handed and grins at Thokk. \"You wouldn't happen to know about any secret passages out of this place that would require the skilled hand of a gnome to open, would you? When we get out of here, I'm working in the city. Only things with flesh in the city.\" " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Haha, while that may be true, these ones are sooo much fun to destroy! Not to mention some will probaly have some nice old ancient coinage upon their persons...\" \n\nThokk looks around as more and more people join him and Lumpy on the barricade\n\n \"Well, now, this be a right old party! I'm looking froward to this more and more! Lets take em out!\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz sheathes his rapier and dashes to the storeroom. The elf has lived for many many years and has seen many things, but the gory scene in the storeroom stops him in his tracks. He steps forward gingerly and picks up Elthan's quarterstaff, muttering a brief prayer for Evendur.\n\n...\n\nAeroz and Fizahn join Achkby and Trinark on the barricade behind Lumpy and Thokk. As the untended fire dies down, the entire lower level is bathed in a dim red glow. Hefting their weapons or makeshift clubs, the six warriors keep their eyes on the oak doors, which vibrate and begin to crack.\n\nKatrin stands up above, comfortably ensconced in shadows, blocking one of the staircases, a table leg in one hand.\n\nThe rest of the group fires arrows and magic missiles out the windows, destroying two more skeletons. Tiriel drags a tabletop to one of the windows, lifting it over her head in an impressive display of strength.\n\n...\n\nCountless axes pound the doors until their blows sound like the patter of rain. Inevitably, the doors begin to give way. Skeletal arms reach between the shattered door slats to begin to clear away the debris blockading the doors.\n\nThe skeletons are practically climbing on top of each other as they attempt to break into the meeting house.\n\nCallos grins, anticipating a massive explosion. When nothing occurs, the necromancer's smile fades to an expression of puzzlement.\n\n...\n\nYix slips out a window and onto the roof. Unencumbered by his armor, he moves like lightning. Looking down from above, he sees the skeletons massed around the front doors. The skeletons pour like water around the periphery of the meeting house, looking for other entrances. Fortunately, the walls of the lower level are made of windowless thick stone and the skeletons scrabble uselessly against them.\n\nIn a short time, the entire meeting house is surrounded, though most of the skeletons are clustered about the front door.\n\n There must be another way out, Yix thinks to himself. Perhaps this is just wishful thinking, however. The pseudodragon slips back inside and spirals down to the lower level looking for a trapdoor, a secret passage, anything ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Eight skeletons destroyed total.\n\nIt will take five more rounds for the skeletons to force their way between the barricaded doors. Any spellcasters or archers can submit five rounds worth of actions to speed things up before the \"dirty (half) dozen\" on the first floor get to engage in melee. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNot one to stand idle, Lumpy leaves his flail resting atop the barricade beside him and strings up his longbow. At the first signs of the door giving way, he begins firing, loosing a methodical barrage of arrows in hopes of penetrating a gap. Most would likely miss by the door's intervention, but their contribution to it's destruction would be negligable compared to the worth of even one hit.\n\nWhen the door finally gives way, the orc casually sets his bow beihnd him and takes up his flail. The calmness of his eyes fails to match the intensity of the snarl on his lips as he takes up a defensive stance.\n\n((OOC\n\nThe skeletons likely get a lot of cover, especially in the first few rounds,\n\nRound 1: Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] , Damage 1 - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] , Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] , Damage 2 - (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \nRound 2: Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 17 ] , Damage 1 - (1d8+3)[ 5 ] , Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] , Damage 2 - (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \nRound 3: Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] , Damage 1 - (1d8+3)[ 5 ] , Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] , Damage 2 - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \nRound 4: Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] , Damage 1 - (1d8+3)[ 10 ] , Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] , Damage 2 - (1d8+3)[ 5 ] \nRound 5: Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] , Damage 1 - (1d8+3)[ 11 ] , Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] , Damage 2 - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n\nEdit: Forgot to change the bonus on the second attack of each round. Subtract 5 for 24, 5, 19, 22, and 7))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The Dwarf draws his bow, and lets loose several shots before once again drawing his Bastard sword and tower shield\n\nAs he is firing at the hordes, he yells behind him\n\n \"Little lass! If you have any healin' ready, I suggest you head over here and get ready to help us out! We can box yer in so you dont get bashed about\" \n\nRound 1: Drop Weapons, Draw Bow, Fire\n Thokk To Hit 1 (1d20+7=12) (Miss)\n\nRound 2: Two Shots\n Thokk to Hit round 2:1 (1d20+7=11) (Miss)\n Thokk to hit 2:2 (1d20+3=23) (Hit)\n Thokk 2:2 damage (1d8=4) (No Effect)\n\nRound 3: Two shots\n Thokk to hit 3:1 (1d20+8=15) (Hit)\n Thokk to Hit 3:2 (1d20+3=23) (Hit)\n Thokk Damage 3:1 and 3:2 (1d8=7, 1d8=4) (2 damage dealt)\n\nRound 4: Two shots\n Thokk to Hit 4:1 (1d20+8=10) (miss)\n Thokk to Hit 4:2 (1d20+3=9) (miss)\n\nRound 5: The dwarf puts away his bow, and draws his sword and shield again, and prepares for the on comming tide" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n \n \"Everybody move!\" Tiriel shouts to those near the window as she hefts the heavy wooden table over her head.\n\" Ergh! Take this you ******s! \" She shouts as she half throws and half drops the table directly on top of the mass of skeletons attacking the door.\n\n[one move action from round 3 to get the table, one move action to return w/the table, one SA to throw the table - so she should have 4 rounds left before the door breaks?]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe druid had accepted that there was nothing much he could do and continued to fling the stone bullets. He nodded eagerly to Tiriel and Adalmar who felled many skeletons.\n\nHe looks on surprised at Tiriel drops a table. He peer at his sling with disgust for a moment before continuing to fling bullets.\n Just before the door finally splinters open he casts entangle in the area outside the door. Knowing that it would slow the skeleton's entry, he urges the attackers below to meet them at the door.\n\n\nOOC:\n3 attacks miss: 8,9,9\nAttack 4:17, dmg: 2+2 =4\nRound 5: cast entangle 40ft radius spread around the doorway outside\nDC:13\n(-5 bullets)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "Khazrael\n\nAnother curving beam of dim ochre light fires from the air around Khazrael, and he begins chanting a familiar, singsong chant. In seconds, thousands of shrieking cries answer him from outside as a black swarm descends upon the skeletal horde.\n\n((OOC:\n\nRound 1: Magic Missile once more: 1d4+1=4, 1d4+1=3, 1d4+1=4 , first one hits wounded skeleton, kills it. Second two hit new skeleton, kill it. \n Round 2, Summon Swarm on skeletal mob outside, bats. \n Skeletons in a 10 footx10foot square outside take 4 damage (all resisted) 1d6=1, 1d6=3 \n\nRound 3, 4: Bats may try and come inside, horribly.\n\nRound 5: Bats disperse.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby moves over to Thokk, and extracts a scroll from its sturdy case on his shoulder. He goes through a few swift motions and places a hand on the dwarf's chest. Thokk's muscles swell beneath his full plate.\n\nThe halfling then clambers down into the rectangular barricaded area, and he swiftly withdraws another scroll from one of the cases slung across his shoulder. Using his left hand to unfurl it before his face, he quickly reads it over, but then lets his left arm drop to his side.\n\n\" Nobody do anything to the skeletons outside! \" he calls to the others, above him, \" None of you spellcasters, at any rate, touch them until I say! \"\n\nHe wipes the sweat from his right palm off on his dirty navy, below-the-knee pants, and briefly fingers the four vials at his belt.\n\nHe then begins a low, harsh chant in something similar to draconic, accompanied by sweeping gestures with his right arm. He pauses before finishing the spell, though, holding his hand at head level with fingers splayed. Blue sparks jump between his digits.\n\n[OOC]\nUsing a scroll of Bull's Strength on Thokk.\n\nReadying to cast Lightning Bolt in a 10'-wide (120'-long) line as soon as the skeletons break through the door (but not before, as it doesn't pass through barriers).\n Lightning Bolt Damage (6d6=17) Reflex Save for half DC 17, but it doesn't matter for the skeletons.\n\nOn the turn immediately thereafter, he will use the scroll of Web in his hand w/i the barricade's area, or, if the skeletons don't rush in, he will ready to use it once they get almost to him (5-10'). If they are threatening him, he will risk an attack of opportunity so as not to drop the spell; if hit, Cast Defensively (1d20+10=13) . Blah!\n\nAC 19 HP 22 😦\n\n(And by the way, I'm assuming Khaz's swarm had already taken effect when Achkby told spellcasters not to do stuff. Though I dunno if he was aiming right in front of the door anyways. Whatever, though, either he can stop or we can be redundant or neither.\nHe's mostly hoping to stop someone like Ssathisya from doing exactly what he plans to do...)\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" Kir ? \" He hears a fluttering of wings nearby. \" I know you would like to participate, but, not yet. \"\n\nOut of the corner of his eye, he sees Tiriel stumble toward the windows while holding an enormous object. A table ? Gods, such freakish strength ! He can't help bursting into laughter for a few seconds...\n\n[OOC :\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 24 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 4 ] (1 down)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 27 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 1 ] (-1)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 3 ] (-4)\n\n(-1 because he's laughing)\nAtt 1: (1d20+9)[ 11 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 2 ] (nothing)\nAtt 2: (1d20+9)[ 10 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 3 ] (nothing)\nAtt 3: (1d20+4)[ 24 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 3 ] (2 down)\n\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 14 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 2 ] (nothing)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 28 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 6 ] (3 down)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 15 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 2 ] (nothing)\n\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 3 ] (4 down)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 1 ] (-2)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 2 ] (-4)\n\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 12 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 4 ] (nothing)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 20 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 4 ] (5 down)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 1 ] (6 down)\nTotal = 6 down - could be better.\n]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark stands behind the warriors, shield at the ready as the seconds tick by. The terrable clawing at the dor and the sounds of tens of skeletons clawing at the walls all arround the building, their bones clicking incessantly upon the cobb.ed ground outside grates at his soul like fingernails across a blackboard. A shiver runs down his spine and he draws a deep breath. He steals himself for what he must do now, repulse them when they come through, sow the seads of confusion upon the mindless ranks that were tearing down their defences.\n\nTrinark has a thought.\n\n\" Thock, Lumpy, Aeroz, see if you can hold them at the door. We can restrict their numbers there, making it easier to fight them off. I shall give you as much aid as I can from behind. Just hold them there. We can always retreat to the stairs if need be. \"\n\n[Ooc: Readies action to Turn Undead when the first skeletons make it through the door. This ought to cause a blockage, slowing their progresion. Also reduce the posibility of the meatshields, uh I mean canon fodder, uh I mean tanks, being injured. I want to leave my healing to as late as posible. Surely broken bones make hazardous terain, reducing dodge bonus to AC by something. If we make them fight on top of themselves we have a better chance.\n\nAt the end of the 5 rounds Eagles splendor has 44 rounds remaining, Bless will last 45 more, covering everyone on the balcony up to about the stairs and prety much the whole ground floor, Aeroz 46 rounds of Aid and I have 47 rounds protection.]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n No! Why didn't it....Nine Hells they can't read! How could I have forgotten that!? How do I set it off now?! I can't ask anyone else to go and read it, heck I can't even read it until the door opens...Thats it!....This is gonna hurt... \n\nThere was not time to waste either, turning the necromancer hussled away from were he had been standing, running for the staircase. Every survivalist part of his being was screaming that this was a horrible idea but then again...he was used to making horrible choices this would just be one of them. Footsteps echoing down the stairs as he got down to the bottom floor.\n\n\" Save your spells for once their inside of the building! It'll be more effective if theres one large barrage then if we pick them off piecemeal! Then Lissa and Trinark need to REALLY plead for divine aid and send or destroy as many as possible. \"\n\nHe said as he approached the knot of people on the first floor briskly, eyes set on the shuddering door. This would work. It had to work. As long as the spell was still there, it'd still work.\n\n C'mon Yix, I need you to hurry up! \n " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAs the skeletons come in, Aeroz uses each end of the quarterstaff to barrage any that may cross his path.\n\n[hr]\n[OOC: All attacks are taking a -2 penalty because of combat expertise If possible, Aeroz will still try to flank. They can't be sneak attacked but the bonus to hit sure helps. If he can, add 2 to the attack rolls]\n\n Round 1 Attacks \n\nQuarterstaff Primary: 1d20+4=13 (6 damage)\nQuarterstaff Offhand: 1d20+3(6)=12(15) (6 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Iterative: 1d20+1=19 (3 damage)\n\n Round 2 Attacks \n\nQuarterstaff Primary: 1d20+3=9 (6 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Offhand: 1d20+3(6)= 15(18) (5 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Iterative: 1d20+1=12 (7 Damage)\n\n Round 3 Attacks \n\nQuarterstaff Primary: 1d20+3=18 (2 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Offhand: 1d20+3(6)= 21(25) (5Damage)\nQuarterstaff Iterative: 1d20+1=4 (6 Damage)\n\n Round 4 Attacks\n\n Quarterstaff Primary: 1d20+3=20 (7 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Offhand: 1d20+3(6)= 19(22) (6 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Iterative: 1d20+1=9 (7 Damage)\n\n Round 5 Attacks\n \nQuarterstaff Primary: 1d20+3=11 (6 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Offhand: 1d20+3(6)= 12(15) (3 Damage)\nQuarterstaff Iterative: 1d20+1=10 (5 Damage)\n\nTemporary Hit points: 2+ Trinarks CL (Stupid D8!)\nAC: 20 due to combat expertise (Assigning recipient of primary attack as dodge partner)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin waits at the top of the stairs for the skeletons to break in, since her crossbow would be of little little use against animated bones." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n\n Yix continues to scramble around frantically looking for any sort of escape from what might very well be their tomb." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael's missiles destroy another pair of skeletons, and Adalmar's arrows destroy another half-dozen. The lizardman's slingstones are less effective unfortunately.\n\nTiriel drops a tabletop from the second story. It lands with a whooomp crushing three skeletons. Tiriel smiles and claps her hands together with satisfaction.\n\nKhazrael smiles craftily and calls forth another swarm of bats. The swarm descends upon the skeletons, but their bites turn out to be disappointingly ineffective. Confused, the bats spiral back up into the night, looking for warm-blooded creatures to feast upon ...\n\nThe skeletons below begin to squeeze between the beams of the hastily constructed barricade blocking the main doors. Thokk and Lumpy's arrows destroy two of the skeletons as they attempt to wriggle into the building.\n\nUnexpectedly, Callos dashes forward, clambering over a skeleton attempting to crawl into the meeting house. The necromancer pulls open one of the doors as best he can, triggering the explosive runes he had planted there. Twelve skeletons are instantly vaporized, and Callos himself is blown backwards into the meeting house, skidding to a stop against the second barricade.\n\nDust swirls about in the dim firelight and for a moment all is silent. The main doors and forward barricade have been blown wide open, leaving a gaping opening.\n\nIncapable of shock, fear or awe, the skeletons press forward, three abreast into the breach.\n\nAeroz is the first to react. He sprints toward the doorway, twirling Elthan's quarterstaff in elegant semi-circles, smashing a skeleton into fragments.\n\n\"DUCK!!!\" shouts Achkby. Aeroz dives to one side as a lightning bolt blasts into the mass of skeletons, disintegrating six.\n\nDark vine-like tendrils spring up through the icy crust. The gnarled, blackened branches grab and clutch at the skeletons, entangling them.\n\n\n\nOOC: The bat swarm causes only minimal damage to the skeletons. The bats begin to seek living, warm-blooded creatures. Callos casts shield then triggers his own explosive runes taking 18 points of force damage. Aeroz gets a single attack before Achkby hits the skeletons with a lightning bolt . Ssathiya casts entangle , catching 60 skeletons.\n\n40 skeletons destroyed so far." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Balls... \n\nThokk gathers himself up, and slowly starts walking towards the skeletons, preparing to destroy any that get in his way\n\n \"Ach! Everyone one me! We need ta slow down there breach so they can't swarm us!\" \n Thokk Init (1d20+1=17) \n\nOOC: Because of the Bulls Strength and Bless cast on him, Thokk will use power attack, taking away -3 to all attack rolls and adding 3 to all damage in addition to the +2 for the Strength, giving him no change in attack bonus and +5 damage" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe explosion downstairs rocks him, and he can barely keep his balance. A few square feet of floor above the door are now missing. Wow, so that was the magical trap. Impressive. \n\n\" Everybody ok ? \" Only after asking does he realize that he is now almost alone at the windows, except for the upside down sorcerer.\n\nNext, a blinding flash of lightning, then some magical plants... I keep repeating myself, but those people are certainly... impressive. The skeletons, that seemed an army moments ago, already seem more manageable .\nStill, he won't relent while their threat remains.\n\n[OOC : only 1 round of attack because I suspect I am among the closest to the bats, and of course I will react if they veer towards me.\n\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 15 ] ; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 6 ] \nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 15 ] ; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 6 ] \nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 14 ] ; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 6 ] \ntotal = 2 down (24 arrows used)\n]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Now! \n\nHe broke into a sprint once he saw his chance. The opening that he had been looking for and the moment he had been waiting for. Even as his brain urged his body into motion every single fiber of his mind screamed for him to stop and hold back. To keep from rushing toward what might certainly be his death. How could he know what his own spell would do to him? It had been a long time since he had even been hurt so how could he possibly know?\n\nStubborn hand grabbing hold of the cold bone of one of the skeleton's skull. Using it to pull himself past the sharp grasping skeletal hands until he was pressed up against the wood of the door. Gritting his teeth as the fear welled up inside of his body, threatening to over take him and still he tried. Pulling hard on the door and hearing it creak open. Time slowed down for him then as he searched for the spark that would set off the explosive runes. He was sure of it, just open the door and he wouldn't need to worry anymore. The blast would most likely destroy him as well as all of the skeletons close by to the door. So close to them now, the smell of undeath was almost overwhelming to him. The stench of those dead bodies, the clattering of bare bone on bone and the horrible rictus of a skull's face. All around him and surronding him. So much like that horrible place were he had come from...\n\n The waves of skeletons poured into through the doorway, holding rusty weapons in their hands and dressed all in old but sturdy splint mail. Her shriek cut through the air like a hot knife through butter but it was already too late. A well designed trap took into account every variable and contingency and this trap was no different. A window shattered as woman came bursting through it. Her thick mane of golden hair, how often had he simply stared at it with longing, obscured her face as she twisted to look back into the home she had just abandoned and to see the array of beasts gathered before her as well. Golden light spilled forth from her form as two glorious white wings emerged from her back and spread wide, buffeting the rotting zombies that had been closing in away from her...\n\n \" God damn monsters! LET. ME. THROUGH! \" He growled out as he tugged and pulled on the door, struggling to keep it open as he looked for the scratches in the door that he had put there. There! Deep scores in the wood, not formed by the weapons of these peons but by a dinner knife, marred the wood. OM! was all that was there and it was good enough as he read the spell with a grim determination...\n\n A flurry of feathers were let loose into the air as the feathered woman took into the air. Even from his position on a hill a goodly distance away he could imagine seeing the furious and vengeful sapphires that her kind blue eyes would have turned into. The cadavorous man next to him, someone he had even started to look like recently raised his hand. The silent command went through the undead in the rear, holding up crossbows loaded with special bolts. As one they pulled the trigger and sent them spinning into the air. With a pop they exploded into weighted nets that seeked to drag her down from the air to the horde beneath her. For the first time in awhile he felt a twinge in his heart. This was wrong. He couldn't explain it, but something was wrong with this whole scenario. Muscles stiffened and he rose up straight in the saddle as a single name whispered out past his lips...\n\n\" ...Taiss... \"\n\nThe runes he had carved sensed the intrusion that would activate their magic. Electric blue light glowed out from the words before they erupted in an explosion of white light. Eyes hurting from the bright light and squinting shut as he feebly put his arms up as if to protect himself from his own magic.\n\nNot that it helped.\n\nThe magical force came crashing into his body and threw him back through the air, wreaking havoc on him for the first time in the longest time. The skeletons faired even worse off, completely vaporized by the runes. With a grunt he hit the ground and slided along it, picking up his fair share of splinters along the way. Then he came to a stop against the second barricade, a trickle of blood coming past his lips as he shuddered and struggled to rise up.\n\n The woman's flight didn't continue for much longer as the skeletons and zombies pulled on the ropes and dragged her struggling form down to the ground. Guilt gnawed at his mind and heart, melting the ice that had grown up around it in the past couple of years. How could he have done this? How could he have lead Jintan to her? And most importantly...what did he want with her? At some unknown signal the zombie horse that he was riding began to jog forward, a couple of paces behind his teacher. By the time the two of them had arrived at the scene she had been subdued completely. Tied and gagged, looking like a stuck pig. Something else had been completed too, a pentagram was clumisly etched into the dirt around her as she thrashed and struggled in its confines. Big blue eyes widened in surprise and fear as she finally saw Jintan and himself approaching, the shock stilling her struggles for a long moment.Then the cold handle of the knife was thrust into the palm of his hand.\n\n\"Do it Callos.\"\n\n With a shuddering groan the necromancer shook himself out of his reverie and climbed up to his feet. Coughing he wiped the blood from his lip with his sleeve, even as he climbed across the second barricade and headed back towards the stairs. Pausing only once he reached the people who had seen him go running past to smile grimly.\n\n\" I said 'boom' and I mean 'boom'. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: Retreat as far back towards the group as possible and up the stairs if any movement is left.))\n \n\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": "As the explosion below them finished rocking the walkway, the aftermath of the blast became apparent to Ssathiya and Tiriel. The druid looks at the smoking skeletons, then at his little sling in disgust before tossing it over his back.\n\nAs the undead horde spills into the hall, Tiriel turns to look at 'Rasko' beside her. With a shared nod, they stride to the wooden railing opposite the front windows and kick it together before they follow its fall down to the ground floor.\n\nThe lizardman lands first, spinning around as he leaps,and catching himself with one muscled hand as he lands. A cloud of dust billows out from the rising druid.\n\nSsathiya 's other arm thrusts out his shield, as Tiriel comes gliding thru the air. She uses the upraised shield to push off before somersaulting to land beside him.\n\n She flicks away an errant blond lock of hair with her neck as she readies her chair-leg-come-club with fluid ease.\n \nHe draws out his club in an outward arc, a mad gleam of battle-lust on his hard features.\n\n \"Save any for us?\" \nShe asks with a big grin.\n\nA snarl by her side echoes her sentiments as they stride forward together.\n\n OOC: enter the scene-stealers... " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn watches Callos's bravery in awe. Then, a thought strikes him. Anything Callos can do, I can do better... As long as it doesn't involve magic or being tall or things of that nature. \"Come on Callos! You could have told me to do that, then I would have felt useful! Plus, I'm quicker than you. I probably could have avoided more of the blast. I'm also great at staying alive. I've got a hundred percent track record!\" Yay. I feel more useless now. He looks at his fellow guardians of the lower levels. \"I guess there's not much point guarding the big hole in the wall. Hold the second barricade everyone.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA fierce growl eminates from the shadowed ceiling as Khazrael sees the bats fail to do their job. He strains to see where they're going, fearing the worst, when an explosion rocks the entire building. He crouches low against it, and curses his poor luck." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Dammit, Callos, get back! \" yells Achkby as the wizard hurtles past him. '' Out of the way! \"\n\nHe stands stunned for a moment as the man tries to force his way through the door, but any thoughts about why are blasted away as Callos obliterates the doorway.\n\nHe flings his left arm across his face to shield himself from the debris, but he can't block out the vision of scores of skeletons marching forward through the dust. Each seems to be leering at him over their mangled shields and rusty baldes, their eyeless sockets intent on his personal destruction\n\n Brandobaris save me is all he can think for a moment, and he stands, frozen, as the fleshless warriors advance.\n\nAeroz flings himself upon the skeletons, though, almost bowling Achkby over, and the halfling is stirred to action.\n\n\" DUCK! \" he shouts to the half-elf, and unleashes the energies he's summoned, blasting a column of the nearest undead to smithereens.\n\n[OOC] Almost forgot: Spell Failure (1d100=46) [/OOC]\n\nHe lifts the scroll to entrap the others, but suddenly vines burst from the ground before him, wrapping the other skeletons and holding them fast.\nHe's almost furious, but breathes a sigh of relief instead.\n I'm sure I'll need this later... \n\nHe steps back as the others rush forward to engage the mass of animated bones, calm for just a moment before seeking out another opening for his magics.\n\n[OOC]Achkby will let the front-liners get set up, and then look for an opening to cast Lightning Bolt again, unless they're handling the skeletons just fine.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel decides not to waste any more time with words and swings her makeshift weapon at the closest skeleton.\n\n attack: (1d20+9=16, 1d6+5=6) = \"dead\"\n\n cleave attack: (1d20+9=15, 1d6+5=10) = \"dead\"\n 2 down.... many to go... \n\n[ ooc: this is assuming that a skeleton (or 2...) is within her reach and that her \"club\" is a standard club that does 1d6 damage - does it also have a 10' range like the d20 clubs ? If she can't attack this round, I'd like to save her rolls for the next round. ]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nStill up on the balcony, Lissa loads another crossbow bolt- an ordinary one this time- into her crossbow. Arcane sparks crackle hungrily around the shaft. \"Nice one, Tiriel! You alive down there, Callos?\" I was saving this for the vampires, but I think surviving the skeletal horde is a bit more urgent. Lissa closes her eyes and meditates briefly, calling forth the power of Baravar Cloakshadow. When she opens them, her eyes are afire with pure white light. Carefully, the diminutive cleric aims at one of the skeletons trying to get at Rasko, and fires. The bolt shoots forth in a silent explosion of blue lightning and white light, as the same light fades from Lissa's eyes. \n\n\nOOC: Surprise For The Dead time! That's 1 turning out of 3.\n Normal Attack - (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \n Sneak Attack - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n Normal Damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] piercing\n Shock Damage - (1d6)[ 3 ] electric\n\nEDIT: Forgot flanking bonus to attack, I believe that's +2." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shrugs as Callos blows himself up, but gives it no mroe thought. IF the wizard was still alive, he was well enough off. The burly orc trots after the others briskly, already whipping his flail into motion. If they were standing at the door, then they'd need to make the best of that choke.\n\nHe did wish they understood the concept of reserves. Ideally the skeletons would only wear him and the dwarf out, leaving the others fresher for the vampires. Having everyone on the front would drain everyone. But there wasn't much else he could do but see that injury was minimized.\n\n((OOC\n\n Attack - (1d20+14)[ 28 ] , Damage - (1d10+6)[ 13 ] \n[roll=Cleave?]1d20+14[/roll]. Damage - (1d10+6)[ 9 ] \n))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark ducks behind his shield as the runes explode, splintered wood flying in all directions. He recovers in time to see the hoard surge forwards, some entangled but others filtering arround the snaring vines.\n\nStanding tall he glares defiantly at the mindles masses bearing down upon his allies. Holding aloft his holy symbol and shield he lapses into the draconic tongue used in the holy rituals back in the underdark.\n\n\" Begone, undead abominations! Behold the light of Elistraee! \" he cries out, a burst of golden rays spreading out from him. Each sekleton touched crumbles, it's bones splintering and then crumbling to dust under the holy emination. Never before has the drow seemed so alive, so comanding.\n\nIn the corner of his eye he sees Callos stir and get up. Good, he thinks, it is too early for healing. \n\n[Ooc:\n Initiative (1d20+7=11) \n Turning check (1d20+2=22) (can turn undead of up to 8 HD)\n Turning damage (2d6+4+2=14) (turns 14 HD of undead)\nAssuming each skeleton has 1 HD, as per the core MM, that is 14 skeletons destroyed. Forgot about the whole more than twice their level destroying them thing. Looks like I win most skellys down in one attack. ]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin jumps at the sudden sound of the explosion but quickly regains her poise. She sees Callos's body lying on the ground, but since he gets up again, she doesn't worry about him. She advances slowly down the stairs, her intent being to be closer to the fight if her help is needed, but still able to block the way to the second-floor balcony." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The skeletal horde struggles against the entangling vines, still mindlessly trying to converge on the doorway.\n\nTiriel and the druid drop down from above, blocking the skeletons from entering. Tiriel's makeshift club smashes one skeleton into tiny pieces and knocks the skull off of another. Lumpy moves forward beside Tiriel and smashes another two skeletons in one smooth and practiced swing of his flail.\n\nStill up on the second level, Adalmar blows up a pair of skeletons wriggling in the clutches of the druid's animated vines. Lissa aims carefully, but is disappointed when her crossbow bolt passes through the skeleton's ribcage without doing significant damage.\n\nSuddenly there is a flash of light, and over a dozen skeletons are turned to ash in a cone radiating out from the door. Adalmar turns and looks down over the railing, seeing Trinark radiant in Eilistraee's glory. The taciturn drow smiles with satisfaction as the glow fades, seeing the immediate vicinity of the doorway completely cleared.\n\nThe remaining skeletons continue to struggle forward toward the doorway, but the vines hamper their progress. More skeletons converge on the front of the building from around the sides, but they too become entangled.\n\nA few bats swoop down in through the open doorway, left over from Khazrael's summoned swarm. In a matter of seconds, however, these few bats are joined by hundreds ... no, thousands of other bats. The dense bat swarm blots out what little moolight and firelight have been illuminating the battle, swallowing up most of the party. Watching from the stairs, Katrin looks at horror at Khazrael, still clinging to the rafters above. He looks back down at her, equally stricken. This isn't my doing, his expression seems to say.\n\n\nOOC: Twenty(!) more skeletons destroyed, for a total of 60. Sixty more skeletons remain.\n\nFour bat swarms converge on the lower level, covering a 4 square by 4 square area in front of the doorway. Thokk (2), Lumpy (5), Tiriel (0), Ssathiya (4), Aeroz (2), Callos (3), Trinark (4), and Achkby (6) all take damage (noted in parentheses).\n\nNext round, each of the above characters must make a DC 11 Fort save or be nauseated. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The dwarf continues his stride forward, and begins to hack away at the skeletons, trying not to heed the bats\n\n Thokk Fort Save (1d20+10=21) \n Thokk to hit 1 (1d20+9=10) \n Thokk to hit 2 (1d20+4=6) " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAs he searches for an opening through which to cast his spells, Achkby pauses for a moment to secure the scroll in its protective case. However, in his frantic maneuvering, doesn't notice the bat swarm until it is nearly upon him. As he is engulfed he thrashes about madly trying (unsuccessfully) to shake the vermin free.\n\n[OOC]\n Fortitude Save (1d20+4=21) \n(I forgot to include Achkby's name there, you can trust me or roll for yourself.)\n[/OOC]\n\nDespite the many bites and scratches he endures, Achkby remains level-headed. He fights to the swarm's edge, if he can find it, and with a simple but rarely-used incantation releases into its midst a spray of fire.\n\n[OOC]\n Spell Failure (1d100=55) \n Burning Hands Damage (5d4=12) \nHP now 16 😦 😦 ☹️\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid\n(for the previos round)\n \nThe lizardman swings with his club hitting the skeleton beside him with Lissa's bolt in its ribs.His club almost gets blocked by the shield but manages to connect.\n\nHe grunts as bats suddenly appear and mange to land a bite on him.\nOOC:\nAttack: 9 + 6 +1= 16\nDamage: 3+2= 5\nFortitude: 15 + 7= 22\n HP: 44 \n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Hah! They're using the same spell!\"\n\nHis appreciation of the vampires' sense of humor is drowned out by the shrieking swarm. He crawls to the window and appears to be casting a spell, but it quickly becomes quite clear that he's simply making a rude gesture at the trio outside." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Callos could almost see were he had to go when the sound of flapping wings came to his ears.\n\n\" You've got to be kidding me... \" He muttered to himself only seconds before the bat swarm enveloped him. Thrashing his arms around, trying to bat the small furry menaces away from him. Getting buffeted by their wings and tiny bites as his vision swam.\n\n I have to get out of here! He thought to himself as he looked for the stairs and tried to run for them.\n\n\n((Full fledged run for the stairs. Rolled 11 on the check with +5 on fortitude checks. (forgot to copy the link before exiting page) ))\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " lizardman druid \n\nIt takes a split second to recognise the bats and the unnatural behaviour they exhibited. He radiates natural energy in an effort to counter the enchantment that drove them\n\n Scale and Tooth..\nWing and Claw..\nALL are One.\nYour cries are my cries..\nyour hunt is my hunt..\nhear me....\nWE ARE ONE. \n\nOOC:\nwild empathy= 18 +3=21\noops it doesn't need 'speak'" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe can barely hear the sounds of her friends nearby and has trouble making out those closest to her through the mass of small bodies that suddenly fill the air. Tiriel ignores the bats flirting around her, bah just a distraction , and focuses on destroying the few skeletons she can find.\n\n[ Fort. Save: (1d20+8=27) ]\n\n Attack: (1d20+9, 1d6+5=[17, 9], [2, 5]) = 26 to hit, 7 damage\n Cleave: (1d20+9, 1d6+5=[7, 9], [4, 5]) = 16 to hit, 9 damage\n\nand Init: (1d20+3=17) because I forgot to add it before and it might start to matter soon." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Well, that was worse than useless. Lissa takes a moment to swear a heartfelt curse, then takes a deep breath and eyes the situation below once more. Just about everyone's wounded, and Trinark can only do so much... why couldn't this have waited until AFTER I had my spells back?! Because Beshaba's up there having a good laugh at the party's expense while her sister's back is turned, that's why. \"Good one, Trinark, see if you can do it again! I'm coming down to play healer, don't worry if you can't see me!\" , Lissa shouts in Undercommon. \n\nClearing her mind, Lissa grasps her holy symbol and quietly begins chanting in Celestial, a very different chant from the one used for healing. As she completes the spell, she gradually fades from view.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe invisible gnome moves toward the stairs, drawing her wand from her belt as she goes. Lissa moves faster than she normally would while sneaking, sacrificing some of her stealth for speed.\n \n\n\n\nOOC: Again, yay for domain spells! Cast invisibility (Trickery domain, 2nd level) and move as far as I can toward the nearest wounded person. Attempting to Move Silently at combat speed, which as far as I can tell is a -5 modifier. That section of the rules was a bit unclear, so if I'm wrong, please point me in the right direction!\n\n Move Silently at -5 - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy growls, letting one hand off his flail to backhand away bats inneffectively. For the most part, he ignores the swarming animals, instead barking out commands as those around him break away from the chokepoint to go for entangled skeletons,\n\n\" Don't let them draw ya out! That's what they're waiting for! \"\n\nStill he didn't have much of a realistic alternative to standing around and being eaten by bats. He sort of hoped a mage would come up with something.\n\n((OOC Lumpy readies an action to attack the first skeleton to come into melee range\n\n Fort Save (1d20+9=20) \n))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nSatisfied with the diminishing numbers of skeletons and the ease of their fall that they are not a life-threatening problem, Trinark turns his atention upon the recently-flown Callos, no doubt in need of some atention, if not immediate, from his successfull attempt to blow himself up. However before he can move a black curtain falls between them, flapping wings battering his body, the awfull screaching audiable to his sensative elven ears causing him to cringe internally.\n\nTrinark throws his hood over his head, a meager attempt at protecting his face from the gnashing, pin-like teath and sharp little claws that lacerate his exposed skin. His mind, calm and collected as always, analises his position in a moment.\n\nOption One: Staying put to help the mele fighters weather this storm. His current situation could not be held for long. Even if he could heal himself sufficiently each round to survive this attack he would be of no use to the others present.\n\nOption Two: Attempt to retreet from the storm up the stairs. They might follow him or they might not. He would be leaving the others behind, potentialy, and if they followed then so would the bats.\n\nOption Three: Atempt to flee the building. Not a viable option. Outside were many skeletons which, though their numbers were depleated, were no doubt capable of overcoming him on his own. He would also be vulnerable to the Vampires who were currently prevented from attacking directly through the fact that they were not able to enter the building wiithout invitation, or at least he hoped not.\n\nThe swarm was unnatural. He could feel it. Even in the underdark bats did not attack often, very rarely en mass. It reminded him... it reminded him of the wizards. Some were powerfull enough they could make even the non-docile underdark creatures follow their will.\n\n If only there was some way that we could break their controll over them. \n\nHowever Trinark can think of nothing to dispell the bats. He also would not abandon his friends during their time of need. Through the mass of beating wings he sees Callos making a dash for the stairs. Now he feels torn. Help Callos who was most likely in desperate need of aid after the blast but abandon the others who were down there fighting gamely on against all odds or stay with them and let Callos be overun by more bats and possibly ripped to shreads? It was a difficult choice. If he went after callos he would potentialy be drawing more bats with him, endangeing Callos further.\n\nIt was settled then, he would stay and support the dwarf and the half-orc and the half-elf and Tiriel and, of course, Ssathiya. He could not leave his friends now. As the lizardman would put it, it was one's duty to protect the tribe. That is what he must do now. Over the flapping of manmy tiny wings and the squeeking of many tiny voices Trinark overhears Lumpy's comands and makes his way over to him.\n\n\" I will stay as long as I can to heal wounds, Lumpy, but I fear I must soon reatreat or be eaten alive, \" he calls out over the din of the bats.\n\n[Ooc: Fortitude save (1d20+4=22) ]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n[OOC: Fort Save: 1d20+4=17]\n\nAeroz heeds Edgar's advice to not leave the bat infested area, but decides to do something to aid in getting rid of the distraction. He pulls out his rapier and commands it to ignite. He swings at the swarm, hoping that the fire will help take care of some of the bats.\n\n[hr]\n\nDrawing Rapier as move action\n\nRapier: 1d20+11+=18 ([5/2]=2 damage, 5 fire)" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nGritting his teeth, Adalmar turns and is about to confront Khazrael, but the expression on his face reveals the truth : the bats are yet another threat to contend with.\n\n Still, they're only animals. And they're not as bad as those hordes of crickets that swept the Western Dale 5 years ago. If I remember correctly, the bow should help. \n\nTaking one step away from the window. He fires three arrows in quick succession, piercing the writhing mass of bats but well above the head of his companions.\n\nSeeing one attack has weakened the bats, he bellows, trying to get heard over the flapping of a thousand wings and the scraping of wood on bone : \" Attack the bats with fire ! \"\n\n[OOC: if I can't fire at the bats without risking to hit people, I will fire at the skeletons instead.\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 12 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 2 ] (-)\nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 22 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 2 ] (damage=2 or 6 ? see OOC thread)\nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 5 ] (-)\n]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos flails his way out of the bat swarm and sprints to the stairs, joining Katrin. Small droplets of blood leak from countless tiny abrasions all over his face and arms.\n\nMost everyone else holds their ground within the bat swarm. Tiriel, Thokk and the druid smash at the skeletons still working their way towards the doorway, destroying two.\n\nAchkby's hands burst into flame and he waves them about, incinerating hundreds of the tiny bats. Their charred bodies patter on the ground like raindrops. Aeroz whips his rapier around in a series of spirals. Bats explode like popcorn upon contact. Adalmar fires electrically charged arrows into the swarm from above, which detonate within the swarm, killing countless others.\n\nThe druid lowers his club, closes his eyes, and attempts to commune with the bats. Soon he is covered with hundreds of the small flying mammals, which lick gently at the tiny nicks in his tough hide. He senses no animosity from the bats. They no more hate warm-blooded animals than cows hate grass ...\n\nLissa brushes past Katrin and Callos, disappearing from sight as she moves. Soon she is stalking around the periphery of the bat swarm, invisible.\n\nMeanwhile, Yix continues to scour the upper and lower levels, looking for some exit or any means of escape. His sharp eyes detect an unusually large flagstone in the center of the floor, between the staircases.\n\n\n\nOOC: Two bat swarms left, covering 8 squares in front of the doorway. Thokk (2+1), Lumpy (4+1), Tiriel (0), Ssathiya (1+1), Aeroz (5+1), Trinark (3+1), and Achkby (3+1) all take damage (noted in parentheses). Once again, each of these characters must make a DC 11 Fort save or be nauseated. Wounded spellcasters need to make a Concentration check to cast their spells (e.g. Achkby).\n\nCallos exits the swarm and takes only 1 point of damage from his wounds.\n\nTwo more skeletons destroyed, for a total of 62. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The dwarf says nothing, only continuing to wreck havoc on the skeletons surrounding him.\n\n Thokk Fort Save (1d20+10=18) \n Thokk To Hit 1 (1d20+9=25) (Hit)\n Thokk to Hit 2 (1d20+4=8) (Miss)\n\n Thokk Damage (1d10+10=16) (Kill)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n\n Tiriel continues to ignore the bats and smash the nearest skeletons.\n\n\n Fort. Save = (1d20+8= 24 )\n\n Attack/damage = (1d20+9= 24 , 1d6+5= 11 ) [\"dead]\n\n Cleave Attack/damage = (1d20+9= 16 , 1d6+5= 6 ) [\"dead\"]\n status: \n hp = 43/45 ac = 20 init = 17 \nclub = +9 /1d6+5\nsword = +10/1d8+7+1d6 (fire) " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSomewhat panicked at his quickly diminishing inner power, he scrambles towards where Elthan's crumpled form lies. Surprised, but not at all disgusted by the state of things, he begins rifling through Elthan's personal effects, hoping to find a scroll, potion, or wand.\n\nMidway through the looting, the wizard half-consciously reaches up to grasp Khazrael's arm. This elicts nothing but horrible screaming from Khazrael, and when Elthan won't let go, he simply punches him in the face.\n\nThe arm drops back to the floor and all is quiet for a moment. When he is sure things have settled, Khazrael resumes the search.\n\n(( Nonlethal damage to Elthan: (1d4-1=3) ))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nTrying his best to shield his head with his left hand, he repeats the incantation from a moment before, sending another hemisphere of fire into the rodents swarming above him.\n\nAs space clears, he hunts frantically for a path out of the bats, away from the dirty claws and jaws that are slowly snipping away his flesh.\n\n[OOC]\n Fortitude Save (1d20+4=12) (Whew!)\n Concentration (1d20+10=18) \n Burning Hands Damage (5d4=12) \n Spell Failure (1d100=17) \nAC 19 HP 12\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n He was breathing hard as he escaped from the swarms of winged rats. Blood leaked from multiple wounds he had recieved while in the veritable cloud of vermin. And with the condition that he was in...he needed to staunch the blood flow or he'd be in a lot of trouble very soon...\n\n\n((OOC: Untrained Heal Check... 1d20+1=8 and failing it I believe.))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix rushes over hoping he has finally found something of interest. Inspecting the flagstone and the area around it for anything tricky.\n\n\n 1d20+6=11 " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa hesitates a moment near Callos... but he's got himself out of the bat swarms, out of skeleton-reach, and thus out of immediate danger. The others down below need healing more urgently. Achkby! Great Baravar, he looks bad! The invisible cleric slips around behind him, doing her best to ignore the disgusting bats flapping around everywhere. \"It's just me, Achkby. Don't be surprised when I touch you, I'm playing battlefield healer again,\" Lissa whispers in Draconic. Concentrating on her wand, she murmurs the activation word and brings it up to touch Achkby's back. The brief white glow of healing magic pales in comparison to the halfling sorcerer's pyrotechnics. \n\n\nOOC: Stealth healer!\n Fort save vs. bats - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] Nuts. 🫤\n Move Silently at -5 - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n CLW from wand on Achkby - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin decides to join in the battle near the door. If I'm lucky, the bats and skeletons won't be able to hurt me too much, and I do have potions in my pouch. \n\nShe dismisses that thought and moves to the door, sheathing her sword as she goes.\n\n((OOC: Double move action w/sheathing weapon as part of move action, hopefully it'll get Katrin over to the door within a round.\n Fortitude Save (1d20+3=22) \nWow, I actually rolled something good for once. 😛))" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar takes more shots at the bats.\n\n[OOC:\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 11 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 3 ] \nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 13 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 2 ] \nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 2 ] \n(no good !!)\n]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe reptilian concentrates on trying to get thru to the bats and urging them to leave the human building. He knew that his companions needed little provocation to unleash their powerful, destructive magic. While not averse to slaying animals for food or even survival. The druid part of him preferred to avoid the needless death of the creatures.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by the floor which began to move strangely. He stumbled trying to hold his balance.\n\n\nOOC:\nHP: 42\nFort save: :( rolled a one..bummer" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn stays away from the bats and main fighting. He holds his club at the ready, but doesn't seem to think his chargin will do any good. He turns and sees Yix making a commotion. Shrugging, he hurries over to Yix to see what's going on. After realizing what Yix thinks it might be, he begins to search for a lever or some way to pry it up. \"If there is a secret passage here, we need to make sure that there are no skeletons hiding in it before we go through.\" He mutters to Yix while searching. \n\nOOC: Search 21 (10+11) " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nThe fluttering of the bats, though annoying to Trinark at first was quickly causing him to become nautious. He retches, stumbling away from the door. Barely able to think he breaks free of the swarm, at least for the moment.\n\n[Ooc: Fortitude Roll vs. Nausia (1d20+4=6) \nMove action towards stairs.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The swarm of bats is quite disorienting for those caught within the cloud of flapping wings. Something about their ultrasonic cries seems to affect some of your group more than the others. The lizardman sways on his feet, and the drow stumbles out of the bat swarm, clinging to a bannister, retching.\n\nThokk and Tiriel stand side by side, smashing the skeletons to pieces as they work their way towards the breached doorway through the entangling vines. Keeping to the shadows, Katrin joins them, though the rogue is careful to stay away from the bats.\n\nAchkby continues to incinerate the bats with his burning hands . He is surprised, then grateful, when Lissa (invisible) heals some of his wounds. It seems, however, that for every nick sealed by her magic, another wound opens somewhere else.\n\nUpstairs, Adalmar continues to fire into the bat swarm while Khazrael scurries over to Elthan's body. After punching the half-elf in the face, the \"spider-man\" liberates a number of scroll cases from the unconscious sorceror.\n\nBehind the second barricade, Fizahn joins Yix as they brush away the dirt from the large flagstone. Fizahn's nimble fingers quickly outline a 5' x 5' square. Together he and the pseudodragon look for some kind of latch or handle.\n\n\n\nOOC: One bat swarm left, covering 4 squares in front of the doorway. Thokk (6+1), Lumpy (4+1), Tiriel (0), Ssathiya (2+1), Aeroz (5+1), and Achkby (6+1) all take damage (noted in parentheses).\n\nCallos and Trinark take another 1 point of damage from their wounds.\n\nThree more skeletons destroyed, for a total of 65. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nGloved hands rifle through the unconscious man's belongings as Khazrael furiously searches for something of use. Coming across indecipherable scrolls, he curses in a number of languages and shouts, \"Callos! He had scrolls, but I can't read them. Help yourself!\"\n\nHis sharp eyes dart to the doorway of the storeroom, and in a flash he is running for it, boots clomping loudly through the din of the shrieking bats and scrabbling skeletons. His feet splash over the hot pool of blood, heedless of the mess, and crouching beside Evendur's headless corpse, he mumbles a few sharp words and gives a quick gesture.\n\n((OOC: Moving to Evendur's body and casting detect magic, leaving all of Elthan's stuff where I found it.))" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n A low growl starts in the dwarf's throat as he continues to be bitten by bats as he hacks apart the skeletons. It continues to rise in pitch and intensity until it is a full on battle cry as the dwarf unleashes his fury upon the bones around him.\n\n Thokk Fort Save (1d20+10=25) \n Thokk to Hit 1 (1d20+9=19) (Hit)\n Thokk to hit 2 (1d20+4=13) (Miss)\n\n Thokk Damage (1d10+10=11) (Dead)" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nSsathiya's mind and body wrestle with one another. Having never experienced nausea before, he was unaware of what was going on initially before becoming aware that it was his body that felt strange. Struggling to maintain empathy with the bats, he holds up his shield and club as he shakes off the nausea and moves to Trinark.\n\nOOC:\n Fort save pass : rolled 18\nHP: 39\nSince i'm nauseated this round: move to Trinark only" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \"Are you robbing an unconscious man?!\" Callos exclaimed loudly even as he cursed. He really was getting woozy now, if he didn't staunch the flow soon then he might end up like Elthan. Passed out on the ground and easy pickings for any of the myraid of enemies that were close by. Seeing Fizahn and Yix scurrying around on the floor gave him some hope though and he was slow to move down the stairs (If their bat free) towards them.\n\n Heal Check - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is at first surprised when tapped on the back, but smiles in relief as a warm glow of healing seeps between his shoulder blades.\n\" Wha--? Lissa? Thank you! \"\n\n\"Aaargh!\" he groans as the bats maintain their attack, pulling at his hair and ripping his skin.\nAs the bats continue to swirl about him, Achkby has trouble keeping his focus, but bows his head, squints his eyes, and repeats the spell he's used to incinerate the vermin.\n\n[OOC]\n Fortitude Save (1d20+4=12) (again!)\n Concentration (1d20+10=21) \n Spell Failure (1d100=9) (I've always played high rolls fail, though I just realized I don't know what you guys do.)\n Burning Hands Damage (5d4=11) \nHe will cast the spell even if there are allies within the bats, but not if they're sitting docile on Ssathisya. He'll move clear of the swarm if he can, either before or after casting.\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark quickly shakes off the nautious churnings of his stomache.n Seeing the lizardman staggering towards him he casts his hands over his friend, muttering small words of healing.\n\n\" That will have to do for now my friend. The Nausia will go of it's own accord soon enough. I must go and heal others. Wait here untill you feel better before you try to rejoin the fight. \"\n\nTrinark moves off towards the stairs to find Callos who he remembers as being badly hurt.\n\n[ooc: Fort Save (1d20+4=21) . Cure minor wounds on S man for +1 HP and stops bleading.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman, still wobbly on his feet, stumbles over to Trinark, who ignores his own wounds and instead lays hands on his reptilian friend.\n\nCallos, even paler than usual, bandages his wounds as best he can.\n\nAchkby continues to barbeque the bats, even as the bats swarm around his face and get tangled in his hair. Eventually, some bats wriggle their way into his armor, and the halfling's burning hands sputter and go out.\n\nThokk and Tiriel, also surrounded by bats, seem to move like clockwork automatons as the smashing of the skeletons becomes monotonous. Tiriel has been miraculously unharmed by the bats. Her flawless skin remains unblemished. Thokk, in contrast, is a mess. Blood seemingly seeps from every pore from myriad tiny bites and scratches. The mindless undead continue shambling forward only to be destroyed as soon as they cross the threshold of the meeting house.\n\nLumpy and Aeroz fall back slightly.\n\nKhazrael, feet planted on the wooden floor now, scans the paladin's corpse. His armor, once radiant, is covered in bright, red blood that is only now beginning to darken and congeal. It is obviously magical, though removing it will be a time consuming and gory process.\n\nFizahn and Yix continue examining the square flagstone. Fizahn rests his ear on the stone as he taps it appraisingly. There is definitely a space underneath, but neither the gnome nor the pseudodragon can find any sort of handle or latch.\n\nAdalmar sneaks a peek out one of the narrow windows. The vampire sits atop her nightmare alone at the edge of the town. As still as a statue, she holds the serpentine dagger aloft. The ranger narrows his eyes. Something is wrong with this picture ...\n\n\n\nOOC: One bat swarm left, covering 4 squares in front of the doorway. Thokk (5+1), Tiriel (0), and Achkby (3+1) all take damage (noted in parentheses).\n\nTrinark, Lumpy, and Aeroz take another 1 point of damage from their wounds.\n\nOne more skeleton destroyed, for a total of 66. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's thin form crouches beside the fallen Paladin and his hands begin digging through bloodsoaked pockets and bags, looking for anything else of immediate use. He keeps his enhanced eyes open for anything glowing and immediately retrievable.\n\nHearing Callos, he shouts, \"No, I said YOU could rob him. I'M robbing a dead man!\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks around for an opening between the bats and the skeletons. Seeing that there is none, she steels herself and plunges into the swarm. She swings at the nearest skeleton with her table leg, which connects solidly, but has little effect on the skeleton.\n\n((OOC: Fortitude Save (1d20+3=21) \n Attack Roll (1d20+5=14) ))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nTaken back by the bleeding, Aeroz still tries to fight. He sheathes his rapier and puts the other end of the quarterstaff in his hand.\n\n[hr]\n\nSheathing Rapier (Move action)\n5ft step foreward\nTotal Defense" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n\n Yix focuses for a second tying his mind into Callos \"We have found an exit, but no means to open it, do you have anything that could help?\" Yix continues to search around for a lever, or anything that would open it, and when that doesn't work hops up and down on it in frustration. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is, at last, overwhelmed by the fluttering of wings and piercing screeches of the animals surrounding him. He thrashes an arm to clear the air, and is thrown off balance. For a moment he feels as if he is falling, endlessly, into an enormous pit, but after a millisecond that lasted eons he feels his other foot find solid ground and he staggers off to the side, devoting all of his concentration to remaining on his feet and taking deep breaths of clean air.\n\n\" Help me? \" he says weakly to where he thinks Lissa might be.\n\n[OOC]Yeah, finally failed the Fortitude Save (1d20+4=10) . Move action somewhere away from the bats, towards the barrier.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Are you positive that theres something on the other side of this stone? Nows not the time for you to be unsure or doubtful..\" Callos asked, looking at the said stone and waiting for them to answer. If they indeed answer in the affirmative, he nods and pulls out his spellbook. Closing his eyes, the book flipped over to the right page and he held his free hand over the script on the pages. The spell he spoke started off soft and built up in ryhtmn, ripples of air pulsing down towards the stone on the ground...\n\n((Casting shatter on the stone. Since its focused, if it weighs less then 60 pounds, then it'll shatter.))\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel finds herself in the odd position of suddenly having a clear line of sight for a split second. That is, until another swarm of bats blots out the scenery and the chaos of battle descends once again. Gritting her teeth and fighting back a wave of nausea, she swings her makeshift club into the nearest skeletons.\n\n Fort save: (1d20+8= 11 ) [barely!] \n Attack & dmg: (1d20+9, 1d6+5) 24, 11 [\"dead\"] \n Cleave attack & dmg: (1d20+9, 1d6+5) = 29, 10 [majorly \"dead\" - and total waste of a crit!] \n spot: (1d20+4=6) [I don't know why I even bother] \n\n[ooc: more smash bash - I rolled a spot to check just for fun in case she's managed to see something in the last few rounds besides more skeletons and bats (night vision, 60') but as usual, she's horrible at seeing anything besides the obvious.]" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is about to fire another volley when he realizes that Khazrael is searching the possessions of someone lying prone. He eyes the scene curiously.\n\nHe asks in a demanding tone :\n\" What are you doing ? \"\n\nBut the man doesn't hear him over the multitude of noises coming from downstairs. He then runs to one of the storerooms.\n\n Why is the half-elf unconscious ? Oh, so that's what they were talking about... Did he fight with that other armored guy ?\nWait, is that sorcerer trying to loot all our fallen companions ? \n\nShaking his head, he realizes he has already lost precious seconds. He will keep an eye on the Khazrael, but deal with the closest threat first.\n\nHe glances quickly outside the window, then fires a few arrows into the swarming mass. Only then does he realize something's not right.\n\n One figure outside... How many before ? Damn ! And he starts swearing aloud.\n\nAt the top of his lungs, he tries to warn everyone : \" Vampiiiires approaching ! Two of them ! \"\n\n[OOC: oops, missed a round. Let's say he was gawking at Khaz. I suspect the 2 riders are demons, but since everybody's been obsessing about vampires...\nAtt 1: (1d20+10)[ 14 ] ; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[ 4 ] \nAtt 2: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] ; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[ 1 ] \nAtt 3: (1d20+5)[ 19 ] ; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[ 1 ] \ntotal dam = 2 !!\n33 arrows used\n]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn stares in confusion at the stone. A secret passage with no means of opening it. What was the point of that? Maybe the opening lever was somewhere else. He turns to go look somewhere else when he hears Callos. \"Oh, absolutely not, quite the opposite. We're sure that there's nothing on the other side the stone. No ground, nothing. It's either a secret passage or a treasure cache. Either way, we want that stone gone.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark makes his way to Callos only to find him not bleading. He puts pressure on the worst of his own wounds, stopping the bleading.\n\n\" Callos, how badly are you hurt? I saw you blow yourself across the room! \" There is an element of admiration in his voice. \" You know we are stuck here for the momentand so we are stuck with our own resources, \" he says reproachfully.\n\n\n[ooc: Heal check (1d20+8=20) ]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \nHe couldn't get thru to them. Not in time. Grunting in frustration, he resigns that the bats have to die. He sees Trinark steady himself and stops beside him. Turning he catches sight of the door, and sees the severely bloodied Thokk and Lumpy.\n\nThe lizardman blinks in surprise as Trinark lay a hand on him. Truthfully, he had seen the drow bleeding from a head wound and had rushed to help him.\n\nA rough short rumble of laughter is heard from the druid as Ssathiya doesn't fail to appreciate the irony. He grabs Trinark by the arm as he is about to rush off. As the drow's smooth features mar with a puzzled frown, he tears a strip of cloth and ties a quick bandage across his head.\n\nThey both nod in understanding then Trinark rushes to Callos's side.\nSsathiya then waits for an opening in the cloud of bats before rushing to Thokk.\nHe takes in the sight of Fizahn and Yix crouching by the floor but barely has time to think about it.\n\nOOC:\nHeal Check on Trinark: 12 +3 =15\nHP:40 (thanks DS!)\nMove to Thokk and next round: feed him with CLW potion." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa clamps her teeth down on several choice curses, ducking and dodging the bats currently impeding her vision. She doesn't dare swat at them; that might break the invisibility spell. And on top of it all, the wings brushing her face and the musky smell of bat are making her nauseous. \"Hang on, Achkby!\" An eddy in the cloud of bats reveals her friend for a brief moment. Lissa dashes in that direction, nearly colliding headon with Achkby. \"Sorry, the bats are making it hard to see...\" She touches him again with the wand, speaking the activation word. \n\n\nOOC: CLW from wand on Achkby - (1d8+1)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nThings were getting out of hand, that was for sure. Wiping blood from his forehead and eyes, LUmpy growls his displeasure. They could have held the skeletons off all day without any trouble if it weren't for the bats. Now though. . .\n\nWith a grunt he retrieves a bottle from his belt, tearing free the stopper and downing it thoughtlessly before pulling out another. If the vampires really were on their way, they were in for it,\n\n\" Dwarf! Fall back! Need ta regroup fer incomers \"\n\nHe wasn't sure why the dwarf, or all of them, really, was so torn up, while Tiriel was untouched. He didn't like it though. It was an unknown factor, and even if she was on his side, it was disconcerting. One more thing to settle when this was over. For now he was content to use it to their advantage.\n\n((OOC Drinking a potion of CLW, readying another to give to Thokk if he decides to back up.\n\n CLW (1d8+1=5) \n\n))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The bats continue to envelop Thokk, Aeroz, and Tiriel. Katrin joins them at the doorway and finds herself attacked by the swarm as well.\n\nAchkby and Lumpy fall back to the second barricade, where the druid and the drow are waiting.\n\nWithout much preable, Callos strides over to the middle of the floor casts a spell that cracks the large flagstone but fails to shatter it completely. Fizahn and Yix cringe when he does so, afraid he might set off some undiscovered trap, but nothing dramatic happens.\n\nUpstairs, Adalmar sees Khazrael disappear into the storeroom after rifling through Elthan's gear. When he turns back to the window, he is horrified to see two riders flying through the air on their fiery black horses toward the upper level.\n\nThe two nightmares phase through the stone walls of the meeting house, materializing on the wooden planks of the upper level. Immediately, the wood begins to burn as the air fills with acrid smoke from the nightmares' nostrils ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk (5 + 1), Aeroz (2 + 1), Tiriel (0), and Katrin (1) take bat damage. Two more skeletons destroyed (68). Two nightmares appear on the upper level. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith a soft sigh he rises from his crouch and scoops up Evendur's severed head by the hair. Thoroughly bloodstained, he mumbles, \"Turn for turn--I won't leave you out to dry either.\"\n\nHe almost casually strolls out of the storeroom with a bold gleam in his eye and a look of grim determination.\n\n((OOC: Knowledge (The Planes) check on these horses, substitute religion if necessary\n 1d20+3=17 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael recognizes the creatures as nightmares, horse-like creatures that are indiginous to various evil planes.\n\nThe nightmares can travel easily between the astral and ethereal planes. Their hooves can set combustible materials alight, and their breath is a dense, choking smoke.\n\nThe two nightmares appear to be riderless at the moment. If they had riders earlier, there is no sign of them now ..." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \nHaving arrived beside the injured dwarf, Ssathiya unplugs the sole flask of CLW with him and feeds it to Thokk.\nWith the appearance of the nightmares above,\n\" ABOVE US \", he yells to Thokk.\nHe starts casting a spell.\n\nOOC:\nFeed Thokk: Thokk's HP +4 (stops bleeding until round after next hit)\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is so shocked his mind goes blank. Luckily, his instincts are honed.\n\nSince he can't take the two monstrosities head on... retreat. And regroup.\n\n\" Kir, to me ! \"\n\n[OOC: if possible, he will run all the way to the back of the room and the stairs. Otherwise, he will move away as far as possible and then jump downstairs (Tiriel/Rasko-like !).\nIf that would make him land in the middle of the bats, he won't jump.\n\nIn any case, he will draw his sword while moving and discard his bow at the end of his turn.\n\nSorry for all the conditionals ! ]\n\nFacing the beasts and awaiting their next move, he is surprised to find that he is not trembling...\n\n\" Two monsters coming my way ! \"\n\nUnfortunately his mind hasn't yet caught up with the disappearance of the riders..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAt the shouting and smoke, Lissa looks up... and sees two all-too-familiar equines. Oh gods... hey wait, where's the vampires? A memory of Callos lecturing on the subject of undead surfaces. \"Watch out for mist around the doors and windows! Vampires can turn into mist!\", she shouts. \n\n\nOOC: Okay, who's looking worst wounded? I intend to move and heal somebody." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Damn bats...Why are they doing this? Never liked em' in the tunnels, they were noisy, pooped all over, and feed things that shouldn't have existed...\n\n \"Ach, Thanks Scaley. Half breed, I'm backin up. Lass, can yer hold the skelies off for the time bein?\" \n\nThokk quickly quaffs down the potion that Ss feeds to him. He lashes out at a skeleton, destroying it, then starts retreating towards Lissa\n\n Thokk Fort (1d20+10=30) Waste of a crit...\n\n Thokk To Hit (1d20+9=17) (Hit)\n\n Thokk Damage (1d10+10=19) (Dead)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" I'm not going anywhere dwarf - but it's not like I can ask them to wait and line up! \"\nTiriel glances at the nightmares with unease, I 'd like to help them out up there, but if I leave, then those on the ground will be in trouble. And if their riders show up... \n Tiriel swings her club one more time at the surrounding skeletons,\n attack/damage: (1d20+9=26, 1d6+5=11) (\"dead\")\n cleave attack/damage: (1d20+9=12, 1d6+5=11) (miss, 😡 stupid 3)\n\nand then draws her sword and moves backward.\n\n[ooc: I have no idea how far away Tiriel is from everyone else! and I don't want the riders to be able to flank her easily if they show up soon, so maybe she'll move w/in 10' of the others? She also has her sword in one hand and a club in the other, she's ready to drop the club as soon as something other than a skeleton shows up...& yes, amazingly, all these actions count as one round.] \n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy sets the second potion down on the barricade for Thokk, then another, before turning to consider the new threat. The dwarf would have to procure his own healing from there until they could reform,\n\n\" Someone stay with the doors. Those blood-drinkers are somewhere! And dwarf, try not ta pitch back in 'til yer passable! \"\n\nThe burly orc begins moving towards the stairs. He wasn't sure if he intended to fight them up there, but he knew they'd be fighting them somewhere, and that he'd be involved.\n\n\" If yer cut off upstairs, Ya best work on getting down somehow! \"\n\n((OOC Set down the potion he pulled out, then pull out another and set it down to. Move towards the nearest stairway))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Kuja, I think cleaving is a full attack which means you can't draw your sword?\n\nPhasm, Achkby is at 12/28 HP.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nClearing his head, Achkby eventually realizes where he is.\n\n The bats! Where are... wait, where am I? How did... Hlal have mercy, they were just too much! But they're still all over the others. Who else can...? No one. Looks like it's my job. \n\nBreaking away from Lissa's ministrations and shuffling back to the swarm, he starts in on the same little verse he's been muttering, and brings his hands together before him to burn away the rest of the bats in another burst of flame.\n\n [OOC] \nAchkby will aim his Burning Hands up and away from any allies in the bats, especially the not particularly hardy Aeroz and the injured Thokk (if he's still there). \n Spell Failure (1d100=39) \n Burning Hands Damage (5d4=13) \n(Reflex Save DC 15 for half damage)\nAC: 19 HP: 12/22\n[/OOC] " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "{ooc: the SRD doesn't say if cleave is a full-round action, only that you can't attack, take a 5'-step, and then cleave... if it is a full-round action, then she won't use cleave, and will still draw her sword and move. She's just trying to keep the skeleton's attention anyhow.}" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer growled in frustration as his spell failed to break the stone block completely. That wouldn't stop him, getting down unto his knees Callos raised up his hand, curled it into a fist, and began to slam it down on the loosest looking portions of the stone block. Looking to Fizahn and Yix as he pounded on the stone.\n\n\" There has to be some kind of switch or lever around here to open this up, go and find it, quickly!\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz continues to swat at any skeletons near by, but the bleeding from the bat swarm is beginning to take its toll.\n\n\" Trinark? Lissa? I know there are a lot more people who need healing right now, but these bats are trying to drink me dry! \"\n\n[hr]\nMove to closest skeleton\nQuarterstaff 1d20+7=16 (7 damage)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin hears the warnings of the lizardkin and Lissa, and briefly looks upstairs to see the nightmares. Several bats fly around her face, and she spends precious seconds batting them away so they won't scratch her eyes. Swearing and slapping at the bats, she backs out of the swarm, switching the club into her left hand so she won't have to drop it, and draws her shortsword with her right hand.\n\n((OOC: Fortitude Save (1d20+3=9) \nKatrin takes a 5-foot step backwards, out of the bat swarm. She draws her sword as a move action.))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark sighs as his question remains unanswered. Still, he could not blame Callos for being distracted,concideriong the battle all arround. Trinark redides that he will heal Callos some, enough that he would not be in iminand danger of death should he come face to face with the nightmares. He then makes his way over to Aeroz.\n\n\" I am coming, Aeroz. \"\n\n[Ooc: Casts Cure Moderate Wounds on Callos (2d8+4=11) ]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nTorn, Lissa looks from Aeroz to Thokk. Both are badly wounded and Trinark is over with Callos. Then she hears the drow priest calling out to Aeroz. Righto then, Thokk it is. Lissa ducks and weaves through the bats toward Thokk, trying not to lose her dinner in the process. \"Over here, Thokk! I'm under an invisibility spell,\" she calls in her native language. \"I'm going to heal you up a bit, so for Baravar's sake don't swing at me when I touch you!\" She touches Thokk's chest with her wand, activating it once more. \n\n\nOOC: CLW from wand on Thokk - (1d8+1)[ 3 ] Well, that was a craptastic roll. 🫤 Oh well, at least it'll stop the bleeding." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Thokk, Tiriel, Katrin, and Aeroz destroy several more skeletons before falling back to the second barricade. Other than Tiriel, each of them is bleeding from numerous small cuts. With their backs literally to the wall, they watch Achkby disperse the last of the bats with his burning hands. \n\nLissa and the druid, who were already at the barricade, heal Thokk, who looks as pale as a ghost from all of his blood loss. The color returns to the dwarf's cheeks, but he remains uncharacteristically subdued, perhaps feeling more drained than he'd like to acknowledge.\n\nOn the other side of the barricade, Fizahn and Yix watch in puzzlement as Callos pounds his bare fist on the cracked flagstone to little effect. Trinark kneels next to the necromancer and gently lays his hands on his back. Callos slowly regains his sanity and stops punching the floor.\n\nLumpy runs up the stairs from the lower level, meeting Adalmar who has fallen back to the top of the stairs. Khazrael stands next to Adalmar, holding Evendur's severed head. The enigmatic sorceror holds the head as casually as one might carry a small sack of oranges.\n\nThe two nightmares snort and whinny, slowly walking towards the rear of the building and the staircases, filling the upper level with thick, black smoke. With every step, they leave a burning hoofprint. The flames catch quickly and begin to spread across the old, dry floorboards with alarming speed.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Thokk (6 + 1), Tiriel (0), Aeroz (3 + 1), and Katrin (4 + 1) each take damage. Achkby burns the last bat swarm. Thokk and Callos receive healing. Three more skeletons are destroyed (total 71). " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Um, if anyone has a create water or similar spell handy, this would be a really good time to cast it. 'Cause those nightmares are burning down the house up there. Maybe a mage hand to scoop up some of that snow from outside?\" Lissa looks up nervously. Can nightmares see through invisibility spells? She has no idea- but if she goes into the smoke, that'll be kind of a moot point. \"Dunno about any of you, but fighting while the upper floor is burning and crashing down around us doesn't appeal to me.\" Taking a deep breath to focus herself, Lissa touches her wand to Aeroz. White light flares once more. Hope this thing lasts through the battle... it should, but with the way things have been going... \n\n\nOOC: CLW from wand on Aeroz - (1d8+1)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n Dmn, the wood is starting to burn. Where are the vampires ?\nCould it be their way to flush us out ? If they really can't enter a place without being invited... \n\n\" I need help ! I can't fight those things by myself !\nCan a non-fighter prepare the horses ? The building has started to burn !! \"\nIt all comes out a bit jambled, but hopefully still understandable.\n\nConcentrating on the nightmares, he still senses Khazrael approaching. He turns and is about to ask him to provide magical assistance when... he sees the still dripping head.\n\n\" Mielikki protect me ! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ? \"\n\nFeeling nauseous, he recoils from the sorcerer - now unsure where the threat lies.\n\n[OOC: he backs off against the closest wall, away from Khaz and the nightmares (if possible he drags his bow with him, but he has his sword in hand). Total defense for the round.\n\nI know it's a bit too dramatic, but I did mention he was firing arrows and not paying attention when Lumpy provided the quick explanation, so I feel it's appropriate. Sue me !\n ]" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe lizardman steps aside to let Thokk pass, quickly casting an enhancement on his weapon before stepping up beside Tiriel. He feels the life-force of the world around flow into him up from the ground into his feet. Centering at his Tooth talisman, it builds up rapidly before starting to send spurts of verdant energy intermittently to his club via his arm making it throb with power and radiate a faint aura of its own.\n\nFor a split second, Ssathiya beholds his right hand resting on an intangible image of an oak tree. The vision fades leaving him wonder if it was just his imagination.\n\nNoticing the humungous pile of bones lying tangibly at Tiriel's feet, he remarks\n\" That... is a.. lot of bones \" , in a flat tone devoid of humor.\n\nOOC:\nCast Shillelagh on club\nNew stats: +7/2D6+3\nHP: 42 AC:23/22\nmove action to block my tile in front of the door." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n\n Khazrael turns a stoic gaze to Adalmar and nods to the severed head. With a stern, loud tone meant for all of the fighters to hear over the din of the fight, he says, \"He helped save our lives. His body's too heavy, but I'm not about to leave his head behind for the necromancers.\"\n\nHe keeps his eyes locked with the stout man as he speaks, the ice-blue irises shining unsettlingly. Unable to tell whether his intent is coming across, he nods quickly and dashes to prove it through action.\n\nHis passage leaves bloody footprints on the floor as he thumps across the loft. With a short hop, he is clinging to the wall, and a quiet incantation heralds the arrival of a brilliant lance of electricity which blazes through the air towards the demonic horses.\n\n((OOC: Moving to a point on the wall where I can fire a lightning bolt through both nightmares. Damage: 6d6=21 , save DC 16))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods a silent affirmation to her scaled friend. But there many still standing, and the worst is still to come. Tiriel glances over her shoulder noting that many, no, all of those who had joined her near the door have been injured and there are still some receiving treatment.\n\nThe thick smoke rolling down from the burning second floor reminds her that she needs to make a decision. The dwarf had asked her to take care of the skeletons - the archer had said something about saddling horses. Tiriel tightens her grip on her sword. Leaving the building by the front door didn't sound like a good idea, not when it meant running towards the vampires.\n \nDamn it all. \n\nTiriel drops her club and swings at the closet skeleton, wielding her sword with both hands.\n Attack/damage/fire: (1d20+9=22, 1d8+9=14, 1d6=2,) [hit and dead]\n Cleave: 1d20+9=15, 1d8+9=13, 1d6=1)[/url] [hit and dead]\n\nooc: so I just realized that I haven't been adding in Tiriel's +2 damage bonus when she uses her longsword (feat:wpn Specialization)...doh! With that added in she can probl'y take out skeletons just as well as with the club. Oh and cleave does not require use of a \"full-attack.\"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix seeing Callos's desperate effort to open the flagstone redoubles his efforts to find any sort lever, switch, or doo-dad that will get the blasted thing open." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin swears as she smells the smoke from the upper floor and sees the wooden planks start burning. My bag! It'll burn, and everything inside it... She runs up the stairs, dropping her club, and grabs at the Handy Haversack, hoping to get to it before the flames do.\n\n((OOC: Double move action to go back upstairs, then grab the bag next round.))" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark reaches Aeroz, smoak starting to obscure his view as much as the bats.\n\n\"Here, Aeroz, I bring healing,\" he states simply, coughing slightly on the wood smoke.\n\nHe lays his hands on Aeroz as he did with Callos, calling upon Elistraee to heal those that would further her cause. He then goes in search of the next troubled soul, mindfull of the flying sparks and billowing smoke.\n\n[ CMW (2d8+4=15) ]" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Ach are yer OK lass? I dont like these damned bloodsuckers, and Im sure as hell Im not gonna enjoy the bigger variety!\" \n\nThe dwarf seems thankful for the healing, but still slightly woozy, probally due to the blood loss. He remains by Lissa, brandishing his sword and preparing to drive off any beasties that should get near" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Achkby \n Good, the bats are gone now, Achkby sighs in relief to himself, Erk! But the nightmares. \n\nRedirecting his attention to the upper levels, he focuses on stopping the beasts from igniting any more of the building.\n\n OOC:\nCasting [Energy Substitution: Electricity] Scorching Ray on one of the Nightmares\nRay 1\n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (4d6)[ 14 ] \nRay 2\n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (4d6)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer looked up somberly as the nightmares came into the town hall. There was nothing he could do against the flaming demon horses. Nothing at all at this point in time. All he could do was...search for a way down..\n\n((Looking for some sort of switch, lever, or something.))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Erk? Good action, enfeeble next turn though.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Tiriel has the door... but Thokk and Aeroz are going against those beasts! I need to save my spells, but... no, dammit, I can't leave them strung out. I have to get my spells in now, before they get in the way... here we go! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy stands his ground at the head of the stairs, flail balanced in a high guard against the inevitable fight,\n\n\" Now's yer last chance ta get downstairs. I ain't sticking it out all day! \"\n\n((OOC Total defense))" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz graciously accepts the healing and grabs the potions set behind them, he tucks one in his belt and hands the other to someone who looks like they need it (Lumpy, Thokk, etc)." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The druid and Tiriel hold the doorway. Tiriel destroys another pair of skeletons. The remaining skeletons (two score or more) cluster around the two warriors. One manages to slash the lizardman's arm, opening up a long gash.\n\nLumpy, Khazrael, and Adalmar guard the top of the stairs. Katrin dashes upstairs past them and grabs her and Tiriel's gear before scrambling back down to the barricade where the others are gathered.\n\nThe nightmares continue their deliberate steps forward, one on each upper balcony. Khazrael strikes one with a lightning bolt from the stairs; Achkby fires scorching rays from the lower level at the second. Both nightmares scream and rear back in response. A second later, both nightmares vanish, leaving scores of burning hoofprints behind.\n\nFrom below, you can see flames begin to burn through the upper level's floorboards as the air fills with smoke. Gathered about the cracked flagstone, the rogues keep searching for a handhold or hidden switch, to no avail.\n\nIt appears that the vampires are unable or unwilling to enter. The nightmares seem to have been driven away for the moment. But the upper level is in flames and the skeletons are still pressing in at the door. Stalemate. But for how long?\n\n\nOOC: Two more skeletons destroyed (total 73). One of four skeletons hits (natural 20) the lizardman for 4 points of damage. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nNot wanting to be caught away from the others again, he scrabbles onto the landing of the stairs, unslinging his spear as he does so. Without a moment of hesitation he pitches a flying leap off of the landing to join the others below. Having spied the activity around the flagstone, he flatly states, \"It's probably time to go. Does anyone want to grab Elthan before he burns to death?\"\n\nHis spear digs into the mortar around the flagstone, trying to pry it free through levering action. Evendur's head hits the floor with a wet thud as he applies both hands to the task.\n\n((OOC: Moving down to the first floor and drawing my spear as I do so. If there's time left in my turn, I'll attempt a strength check to lever the stone up out of the ground. Jump check to avoid damage or take nonlethal: (1d20-1=15) .Strength check for levering: 1d20-1=13 ))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nFeeling the cut, the druid grunts in pain. Swinging the club with all his strength he manages to smash the offending skeleton at the xiphisternum. The skeleton bends its head down to peer at the bone club sticking in its body as Ssathiya brings it up smashing thru rib cage and sternum. Sending shrapnel of ribs flying, he connects with the chin and dislocates the head of the creature.\n\nOOC:\nHit skeleton/Dmg:(17+7/2,2+3)= (24/7) \nShillelagh stats: +7/2D6+3 {39}\nEntangle {30}\nHP: 38 AC:23/22\nnot using bite attack:dmg reduced to 0 even if i hit." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer could feel the tears beginning to well up in his eyes as the smoke began to fill up the meeting hall. Could this get any WORSE?! The building was on fire now! Turning he took a silent head count of his companions and stopped...were was Elthan?\n\n\" ...Wheres Elthan? \" He asked to those closest to him before cursing softly and stopping his search for some kind of lever or button or something. Instead he turned and ran up the stairs past Lumpy. Cursing and swearing the entire time as he looked for the unconscious sorcerer before running over to him. Still injured, Callos bent over and slung Elthan up unto his back with a grunt. Man, he's a lot heavier then he looks! He thought to himself as he began to slowly and painstakingly carry him down towards the bottom floor. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n A few wisps of smoke curl around Lissa's invisible form, making her partially visible for a moment. Coughing and swearing can clearly be heard. \"Here you go again, Thokk.\" How in the Nine Hells are we going to get out of this one? \n\n\nOOC: CLW from wand on Thokk - (1d8+1)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel continues to guard the gap in the barricade from the advancing skeletons. She swears as she misses what she had thought was an easy mark.\n\n\" So are we going to make a break for it, or try to put the fire out? Because it's starting to get a little toasty in here! \"\n\n[ Rolled at 13 to hit ]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin drops Tiriel's pack at her feet and slings her own one over her back with enough speed that it catches at the fabric of her cloak and yanks the hood off. Damn, damn, damn... How are we ever going to get out of this alive? It was bad enough when the building wasn't burning down around our ears... Katrin takes a few seconds to pick up her dropped club so she can rejoin the fight.\n\n[hr]\nAldamar and Khazrael will notice that Katrin has black hair held back in a ponytail, green eyes, and a scar across one cheekbone and the side of her nose." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As if responding to some invisible signal, the skeletons at the front doorway retreat, still struggling against the druid's entangling vines, leaving Tiriel and the druid in control of the entrance.\n\nOver their heads, the upper level is on fire, the old pine floorboards burning enthusiastically. The flames haven't reached the staircases yet, but on the lower level, the horses are neighing and rearing back on their hind legs in alarm, the whites of their eyes showing.\n\nMost of the party is gathered behind the second set of barricades, near the cracked flagstone. Khazrael leaps off the stairs, landing beside them with the paladin's head in one hand. Dropping the head to the floor, he tries to pry up the stone with his spear, to no avail.\n\nCallos half-carries/half-drags Elthan's unconscious body down to the lower level, followed by Katrin, carrying her and Tiriel's gear.\n\nSmoke fills the air, causing your eyes to water and your throats to itch. Fortunately, the smoke is more dense up above than down on the lower level, but it is only a matter of time before the entire upper level goes up in flames.\n\nAs the skeletons withdraw, the sounds of combat are replaces by the crackle of burning floorboards and the screaming of the frightned horses.\n\n\nOOC: You have earned a respite from the undead assault. You have 10 rounds to heal or regroup. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Hrmph! At least they started a funeral pyre for us!\"\n\nWith that, he lifts and tosses Evendur's head into the flames.\n\n\"Feel free to use my spear as a prybar. I'm going to keep an eye on things outside.\"\n\nHe leaves the spear half-stuck in the mortar, letting it slowly tip over as he scrabbles up the wall, shoves his boot through a window, and slips through it to the outer wall, seemingly heedless of the flames.\n\nOnce outside, he creeps to the top of the roof and his sharp eyes peer out into the frigid darkness.\n\n((OOC, move action to lift the head, action to toss it, move to get to the window, action to boot it out, double move action to get onto the roof and make a spot check, standard action to make a search check. Total 4 rounds.\n\nSpot Check: 1d20=3 \n\nSearch Check: 1d20+1=4 \nassesment: bull**** rolls 😡 ))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe man coughed as the smoke continued to billow into the room from the slowly spreading fire in the front of the room. At least the skeletons were falling back, they'd have a chance to recopurate that is. And there were a couple of very important matters that needed to be settled up and settled up quick.\n\n \"Alright...it looks like we have some time here...Lissa, Trinark, er...druid. Doesn't matter. One of you needs to get Elthan up and running again, at this point I don't think it really matters what he did as long as he can help us now. We can sort out that mess if there IS a latter. Lumpy or Thokk...we need to know what is on the otherside of this rock. Think you can lever it up?\" " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Rasko', Lizardkin Druid\n\n Ssathiya studies the flames licking the upper level. For a moment he is annoyed that he couldn't summon a water elemental to extinguish the flames.\n\nThen he looks up with a puzzled expression on his face. He DID have a spell memorised that created water for filling their skins daily. He generally limited it to a slow trickle filling one skin at a time until they had as much as they needed. He gaped looking at the fire wondering if he could alter the spell and make it produce as much sa he could at a single time.\n\nShaking himself out of his stupor, he commences casting the orison. He sings out the words but visualises it differently and makes the motions of a rain dance.\n\nOOC:\nCast create water over the fire as wide an area as possible\nShillelagh stats: +7/2D6+3 {38}\nEntangle {29}\nHP: 38 AC:23/22" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel turns around at Callos' words, \" You can't be serious! That man just killed Evendur. The last thing I want is him standing behind me. \" Tiriel walks back toward the horses and attempts to calm them down enough to keep them from bolting.\n\n round 1: move, handle animal: (1d20+10=28) \n\n[ooc: me think's Tiriel has the highest str score - she'll try to break one the stone next round unless someone else does something!]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix gives up his searching and moves away from the flagstone, so that it might be smashed." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizhan looks at the flagstone and scratches his head. He glances at the nearby walls and then back at the flagstone. \"Open Sesame? Right. I'm stumped.\" Hang on! Maybe the lever is below a different flagstone. Fizahn moves to the closest flagstone and begins to attempt to pry it up. \"Oh gods! Thokk, when this is done, I'm going to lift more weights than... Something weight related. I don't know. I haven't really used any weight analogies ever.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" If that sorcerer is on his feet again before this fight is over, I'm taking him off them permanently. \"\n\nLumpy hauls back down the stairs, vaulting the bannister about halfway down to thud heavily against the flagstones. Scowling, he makes his way over the stone panel the others are gathered around. Without preamble he grabs Khazrael's spear, applying all the force his warped physique could lend him.\n\n(( STR check - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] ))" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe sorcerer is bounding away - leaving an Adalmar who feels like a fool. I don't understand. Just too much... Overhearing the people gathered around the stone - Why are they trying to break it ? - he finally gets to understand that it was the inconscious half-elf that was responsible for the savage beheading.\n\nTurning to face the flames, he takes off his cloak. Pulling a waterskin from his backpack, he uncorks it and starts to pour its content over the cloak. He keeps some water for his face and hair. Once done, he runs to the fire, swiftly throws his cloak to the ground, stepping on it if needed and so smothers the dancing flames. He slowly progresses along the second level, though he knows it won't be enough to stop the fiercest flames. Still, he's buying some time for the others to prepare an orderly escape.\n\n[OOC: that should account for my previous round, and for the one to come too. ]" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter calming the horses Tiriel walks over and retrieves her armorer tools. She selects a large mallet from her bag and watches as Lumpy tries to move the flagstone. She waves her mallet in the general direction of the stone indicating that she's going to try something.\n\n\" I don't know why everyone's so bloody fascinated with this rock, but it's going to move, now . \"\n\nTiriel aims the head of her mallet at the center of the stone and swings, centering her strike on the crack Callos had made earlier.\n\n STR check: (1d20+5=24) \n Round 2? \n\n[ooc: omg - of course I roll high against an immobile object! I'm assuming that Lumpy's check didn't do much :(\nAlso, I don't know if it's possible, but Tiriel would probably use both hands on that hit which adds anther 2...]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman and Adalmar do their best to douse the growing inferno, but for every square foot of flame doused, three more square feet of antique wooden planking catches fire. The heat and smoke make being on the second level almost unbearable.\n\nEven down below on the first floor, almost everyone is beginning to cough and choke from the smoke. Everyone crouches down to try to take advantage of the clearer air by the floor.\n\nLumpy takes a turn trying to pry up the cracked flagstone, but the large square refuses to budge.\n\nTiriel steps forward, deciding to smash the stone rather than pry it open. The stone shatters, revealing a vertical shaft leading down into darkness.\n\n...\n\nKhazrael scuttles out a window onto the roof, gratefully inhaling deep breaths of icy cold, fresh air. His eyes continue watering from the irritating soot for several seconds, and he blinks rapidly to clear his vision.\n\nWhen it does so, he sees two men staring back at him. Like him, they are clinging to the steeply pitched roof by their hands and feet, like human spiders.\n\nAs one, they smile, revealing wickedly sharp teeth. \"I like your feathers.\" one says softly.\n\n\nOOC: Khazrael needs to roll for initiative ... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Lumpy you'll do no such thing! If we need his help then so help me we'll get it, and if you try and kill him I'll pluck your eyes out in your sleep! \" Callos growled out bluntly as he lifted Elthan up to his shoulder once more and approached the hole. He didn't want it to dissolve to something like this, blunt threats, but if thats what was needed then so be it. Elthan might have the magic they needed by the end of this and he wouldn't let Lumpy kill him for something that might only be a misunderstanding. Looking down into the vertical shaft he paused, something about the hole filled him with dread at the moment but there was no helping it. Lowering himself down so his legs were dangling on the edge, he took a moment to look around. \" I'll go first. If theres something wrong or bad down there, then you'll be the first to know, trust me. \"\n\nWithout another thought he slipped off of the edge and into the hole with Elthan over one shoulder. In the very back of his mind it occurred to him that perhaps it would have been better if he had put Elthan in first and stood on his back through the fall to cushion it but it was gone as soon as he thought of using a sorcerer as a tobgain.\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \nThe Druid had been standing next to Tiriel aiding her. But when he sees the necromancer move he grabs Callos just as he is about to fall in.\n\n\" Not Wise \", he comments, emphasising each word, with a frown. The smoke causes him to cough and wipe his face.\nHe explains with hand motions. One hand falling..falling...falling before going SPLAT on the palm of the other.\n\nThe meaning couldn't be clearer.\n \nWe need someone who can fly.\n\n His thought does not miss the telepathic attention of Yix.\n\nHe also looks like he's noticed something suddenly.\n \"Is a packmate missing ?\"\n\nOOC:\nNot sure if I can react in the nick of time so if i need to roll init:15 +2\nShillelagh stats: +7/2D6+3 {37}\nEntangle {28}\nHP: 38 AC:23/22" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn also grabs Callos as he tries to jump. \"Yeah. I agree with the druid. You'll probably go in the middle. We need someone with my expertise to go first. Plus, you practically blew yourself up recently.\" Fizahn reaches into his pack and pulls out his everburning torch. He spends another second rummaging in his pack and then frowns. \"Can anyone lend me some rope?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin sheathes her sword and approaches the pit as well. \"I'll go second... I might as well do something useful. Oh, and I should have rope in here somewhere...\" She opens her Handy Haversack, and her silk rope is right on top. She hands it to Fizahn, then takes out her own everburning torch, which was right under the rope. " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n\nThe dwarf gasps as he is healed, and then thankfully turns to Lissa\n\n \"Ach, thankee lass, that was sorely needed\" \n\nHe goes over to the horses, attempting to calm them down and sooth them. He calls over the shoulder to the group\n\n \"A hole in the wall be great, but how in the blazes are we gonna get the animals out o here?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel barely has time to congratulate herself for a job well done before the crazy wizard makes his little speech and then jumps into the hole, dragging the unconscious murderer with him. Without a second thought, Tiriel reaches out, catching his hand as he starts to fall.\n\n\" That was really stupid. \" Tiriel says as she hauls him and Elthan out of the hole. \" Why are all the mages going crazy today? I don't even like you, but the last thing we need is more rash actions and sacrifices!\" \n\n[ooc: sorry callos, I ruined your suicidal post.]\n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix tries his best to scurry into the hole before it becomes crowded by people climbing down on the rope. He flaps his wings to being a slow descent to the bottom, and begins focusing all his senses on the dark in front of him, trying to figure out what, if anything, is ahead.\n\n\n((Yay blindsense!)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n((OOC: Initiative: 1d20+1=8 ))\n\nKhazrael is startled, but not overly intimidated by the presence of the duo atop the roof. His eyes immediately dart around, looking for an area of the roof that the flames have weakened.\n\n((OOC: If any part of the roof is weakened due to the flames, Khazrael will dive straight through it, otherwise he'll be taking a double move to get back inside through the window.))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Raskoruran' , Lizardman Druid \n\nOnce Callos was secure in the hands of others. He leaves him to be admonished by his packleader and trudges off to the cart.\n\nPicking up his huge sack of food, he slings it over his back and returns to await beside the hole. Yix had dived in already. Trinark had told him how they had used Yix as a scout to rescue him from the drow back in Teflamn.\n\nAt Tiriel 's prompting he transfers the rations to another bag. Seeing that it is strangely devoid of weight, he deduces it is magical and looks nonplussed.He accepts his sling & bulletpouch from whoever picked it up and waits patiently for Yix...\n\n... until he looks up to see Adalmar coming down alone.\n\n\" Where's Feathers ? \", he asks aloud, snapping his head in both directions.\n\n\nOOC:\nTransfer 100lbs to Tiriel's Bag of holding.\nlemme know when you note in yr sheet." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "{ooc: Shove everything in Tiriel's bag of holding - it's nearby on the ground and Ss' can assume she'd indicate it to him if he doesn't know to use it already. It can carry about 210 more pounds of material :) which should be enough.}" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" I'm not going crazy, \" coughs Achkby suddenly from someone's elbow, \" Just because -- wait, Yix! Damn. \"\n\nAs his curses trail off into another fit of coughing, the halfling turns his watery eyes to work scouring the building for an alternative to diving into a jagged, pitch-black hole.\n\n\" Lissa, if you have anything left in that wand... \" he suggests.\n\n[OOC]Mostly just checking in, I'm not doing anything until I hear from the others. I figure one or two rounds of movement, then nothing much.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nGiving Thokk another zap from the wand for good measure- it takes a lot of damage before Thokk will actually admit to being hurt- Lissa works her way over to the Hole, coughing on smoke. \"Ack, stupid smoke! I'm on it, Achkby. If anyone needs rope or a grappling hook, let me know, I've got some in my pack.\" She touches the wand to Achkby's shoulder, calling forth its energy yet again. \"Damned if I know how we're going to get the horses out of here. Anybody got a spell to, I dunno, shrink them or something?\" \n\nOOC: OK, here we have last round and this round.\n CLW on Thokk, again - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n CLW on Achkby - (1d8+1)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"Fizahn--I could probably tie these two ropes together securely, but I don't know any specific knots that would work. Do you know any secure knots for tying two ropes together?\" \n\n((OOC: Katrin doesn't have any ranks in Use Rope, although she does have a +3 Dex bonus and a +2 circumstance bonus because her rope is silk. I'm pretty sure the DC for splicing two ropes together is 15.))\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel grabs Callos and Elthan, one in each hand, not even bothering to disguise her incredible strength. Shaking her head, she places each gently back down on the flagstones.\n\nWith a nod of his head, Yix dives down into the blackness, his wings spread wide as he spirals downward. The others gather around the 5 ft x 5 ft opening, watching as he disappears into the blackness.\n\nAdalmar is especially surprised to see the secret shaft below the flagstone. Having grown up in this village, he had probably walked over this very spot dozens of times, never suspecting there was anything beneath.\n\nLissa stuffs a tenday's worth of rations into her haversack, while Katrin pulls out some rope and starts trying to splice the ends together.\n\nEveryone's eyes are watering and their throats burning. The lizardman's nictitating membrane reflexively slide over his eyes. The druid peers up towards the second level, looking for the newcomer with the feathers in his hair. Everyone else is down by the shaft. Where is the mysterious sorceror?\n\nA startlingly loud CRASH! causes everyone's gaze to shoot upward. As if in slow motion, you see Khazrael's body plunge through the roof though an area weakened by the rising flames.\n\nThe feather-headed sorceror tumbles toward the flagstones below, surrounded by a nimbus of shattered slate, splintered wood, and a shower of sparks ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been in the process of putting away her hammer when a loud noise startled her into dropping it, barely missing her foot. She looks up in time to see \"feathers\" come crashing through the roof.\n\nFor a moment she just watches indifferently as Khazrael's body tumbles through the air, sparks, smoke, and slate hanging like a nimbus around him...\nBut the moment passes and instincts take over.\nWith an explosion of movement Tiriel leaps towards the falling man, her wings unfolding as she shatters the palling that had been them.\n\n double move action, 120' (fly) in an attempt to catch Khaz before he hits the ground. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix manages to come out of the hole in the floor, pausing a moment to catch before communicating what he had found. \"It is a very very long way down, somewhere around 100 or so feet, and at the bottom is water. I don't know how deep the water is though...\"\n\n\n\n ((im guessing this will take a round or 2)) \n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " 'Raskoruran', Lizardkin Druid \n WINGS!!..We were never told pinkskins had WINGS! \n\nHis discussions with Linda and one of the Elthans had never indicated there should be either. The alarm was replaced by awe as Ssathiya beheld the radiance of Tiriel's true form.\n\n This female has been my packmate for over a season.\n\nHer scent is like the others. Not the musk of the scarred slayer or the smell of Trinark and his kin.... I never knew \n\nBut all thoughts vanished as she turned back to them and he saw the grace of her form in the air. She was like something beyond the Green yet shaped with great care by it.\n\nThe emotions she evoked reminded him of his youth, ...of days, when his surroundings filled him with wonder. Lazily floating on the river, the sounds of crickets on the banks welcoming the coming night as the golden red colours of the sunset dimmed, dulling the glitter of the river surface. The clear skies promising a good night of hunting. And the river lapping gently against his sides. Days like that were gifts from Semuanya. Days in which there would be bounty of moments in which there would be no doubt that a vast, intricate Balance existed and a place in that Balance existed in turn for Semuanya's children.\n\nSsathiya remembered his delight as he had swung his neck backward submerging beneath the surface drowning out all noise of the crickets and swimming for the sheer delight of it. He had chased the light in the water as if he could catch the gold and the red rays before they fled the river and the coming night.\n\nHe shakes his head returning to the present.\n\n WHAT?!? \n\nHe mentally exclaimed as he examined his thoughts. He had grown fond of his companions. Yet while he could appreciate their form and skill and admire their substance, he had never found any of them awe-inspiringly beautiful.\n\nHe was puzzled and confused and this only meant that he was no longer looking directly at Tiriel and frowning to himself.\n\nTurning to listen to Yix, he catches sight of Trinark also watching Tiriel with an expression of mild pleasant surprise. His eyes dart to look at Ssathiya and eyebrow arches up as if to say 'Well, how about that?' and he takes on a bemused expression at Ssathiya's frustration." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" If you don't like me then DON'T SAVE ME! \" He snarled back vehemently as he spun around. It certainly hadn't felt like a rescue to him and it most certainly hadn't been wanted. Leaving Elthan on the ground beside him, he hardly batted an eye lash as she went full on celestial brillance even as she went diving towards the falling man. Why would it startle him? He had already seen it after all. Multiple times in some occasions.\n\nBut the revelation of water being at the bottom of the shaft was what made him angry. WHY WOULD SOMEONE HIDE A WELL?! Instead he turned coldly towards Lissa and Trinark.\n\n\" If your able to then put a light spell unto a rock and throw it into the hole. YIX, MOVE TO THE SIDE AND WATCH FOR A GLOWING ROCK! IF ONE COMES DOWN THEN TRY TO ESTIMATE HOW DEEP THE WATER IS, ALRIGHT?\" \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos seems irritated more than surprised when Tiriel launches herself into the air, unfurling a pair of radiantly white wings. Most everyone else, however, watches mouth agape as she streaks upward, catching Khazrael in midair.\n\nHolding the sorceror in her arms, Tiriel slowly returns back to the floor, her wings flapping majestically as she does so. She sets the man on the ground, then folds her wings behind her back, the illusion that had disguised them broken for the time being.\n\nKhazrael appears even more ashen than usual. A pair of punctures across his jugular vein show where the vampire spawn on the roof tried to drain his blood. He is conscious but sluggish.\n\nThe meeting house continues to fill with smoke. With a groan, the second level above the doorway begins to sag as its supporting timbers start to give way. If you are going to make a break for it out the main entrance with the horses, you will have to act quickly.\n\nWhen Yix re-appears and delivers his report, he offers a possible alternative means of escape ... or is it a dead end?\n\n\nOOC: Khazrael takes 1d4 CON damage ... go ahead and roll for it. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe moment Tiriel catches him, he weakly flails against her, perhaps thinking himself to be caught once again in the vampires' grip. As she sets him down, he stumbles away, muttering some particularly vile curses in Abyssal.\n\nHe casts off his scarf and short jacket, as both items are soaked with blood and badly burned. His hand clutches his bleeding throat and he staggers toward the horses, eying the yawning pit warily.\n\n\"It's time to go. Get your things and get to the hole. I'll cast my climbing spell on those of us strong enough to carry others.\"\n\n What the hell is she? \n\n((Round 1: Approach my horse and toss its saddlebags down the pit.\nRound 2: Cast spider climb on Tiriel\nRound 3: Cast spider climb on Lumpy\n\nOf course if someone protests, I'll stop what I'm doing. If the horse won't let me get my stuff, I'll leave it behind. I guess Tiriel or Lumpy can carry Elthan, I can carry Fizahn or Lissa. Anyone else able to cast this spell or carry someone if I cast it on them?\n\nCon Drain: 1d4=4 oh damn it .\n\nNew max HP: 11))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Thanks! \" rasps Achkby to Lissa. Though some of his cuts still drip blood, most have scarred over, and he seems content to endure the small pains that accompany them.\n\n\" Was the water moving, Yix? \" Achkby asks urgently as his small friend returns. \" This is important! Was the water moving? \"\n\nHis interest in the answer, however, does not match the intensity of the question. When the roof appears to begin its collapse, Achkby dives to the ground, covering his head with both hands, and doesn't look up until he distinguishes Tiriel's soft glow from the light of the cascading fire. He watches from his knees, slack-jawed in amazement, as the angelic woman soars to catch the falling sorcerer.\n\n What the ---- ? \n\nCallos' shout brings Achkby back to his senses, and the small sorcerer scrabbles about on the ground until he seizes a piece of shattered flagstone. He hisses and spits a glowing glob of saliva onto the shale, which spreads to cover the entire rock with a warm light.\n\n\" Here, \" he says tersely, forcing the fragment into Yix's small foreclaws, '' Go, quickly! But don't drop this. \"\n\nStanding and moving closer to the edge of the tunnel, Achkby repeats the hiss, but instead of spitting, claps his hands, and four spheres of pure light spring into existence before them. They hover for a moment, and then plunge down the corridor.\n\n[OOC] Light and Dancing Lights . With the latter, I'm hoping he'll see anything interesting on the way down, and also be able to see a ways into the water. It should extend 160 ft. down. This takes two rounds, I guess? Whatever.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix quickly takes the stone/fragement from Achkby, and once again dissapears down the hole, using the light to help in his observations." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNot even cynical Lumpy can disguise his incredulity as his suspicions about Tiriel are confirmed. But as always, he quickly suppresses the reaction, pushing onwards towards the matter at hand,\n\n\" Wait, so who decided jumping into the mysterious hole was a good idea? We got all our horses and most'a our supplies up here, a handful of skeletons and corpsemen and maybe an injured demon horse or two blocking our escape. Don't make sense ta jump down what could be a damned wellshaft when we're on the home stretch. \"\n\nHe shifts a little ducking his head further against the propogating smoke,\n\n\" I ain't about ta leave the animals ta die niether. This ain't their fault, and that ain't right. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n\n He turns his now sunken eyes to Lumpy and spits, \"If you care about the stupid beasts, cut 'em loose! We don't have long before we're smoked out, and I for one don't want to fight three vampires in this sort of shape!\"\n\nHis words are like smoking acid, and a terrible anger and shame lurks behind his eyes. He stops for a moment before looking back at the screaming pack animals, and a shaking hand gingerly slips a dagger from his belt.\n\nHe stumbles, and his tone becomes far weaker. \"Just...just help me. Please, there isn't time to argue.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nNoticing the stares of her traveling companions, Tiriel just gives a little shrug and says, \" Later. \" Then she turns back to Khazrael, who she notices, is visibly rattled and wounded.\n\n\" Three Vampires - so that's where the two riders went... that's not good odds. \"\nShe looks at the hole she'd opened up earlier with distaste, \" We don't have much time, we need to decide whether we leave on horseback or if we take our chances in the dark. The horses can be cut loose if needed. I can also try to distract the vampires when we decide to leave, whichever way that may be. \" She falls silent for a moment and when she next speaks it's in a far more serious tone. \n \"We need to do what we can to make sure that a message gets to the Iron Lord. I, I didn't want to do this earlier, but there's a good chance that I can out pace them in the air. I can take one other person with me, but that's all. I'm sorry. \"\n\n[ooc: time to make a vote in the ooc thread. If you can't manage an IC post, then just tell us what your character wants, or if they don't care, tell us that.]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Hmph, this isn't as much of a problem as one may think. We need to decide whos going were and how, right? This is easy, those most able to survive an underwater journey can descend down the shaft, I'll travel with Tiriel if she decides to take flight since I may be able to pull off one more trick on the blood suckers, and...well I can hide seven of you for six hours in an undetectable space. Just pick a spot were you think you can come down from without being seen and I'll set it up. \" Callos volunteered as he brushed the dirt off of his robes and stretched slowly. Pulling a length of rope out from his back and holding his spellbook in his other hand. Part of him exclaimed that he should probably join the other people in the extradimensional space but he knew better. Even with the six hours he wouldn't be back up to full fighting capacity by the time the space collasped. Probably wouldn't even be able to contribute much more and any idea of swimming was quite easily suicidal to him. He would have to leave behind his pack and everything to lighten the load as much as possible but that wasn't as much of a problem anyway.\n\nAt least they'd be able to find the paper he had written and understand some things about him if he did die that way. And if not then it certainly wouldn't be bad to leave his gear with people who could possibly return it to him if they met again. In any case his only other option was to simply stay in the building which was not going to happen.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar slings his bow over one shoulder and tightens the straps on his backpack.\n\n\"If we split up, we will need a place to rendezvous. Twenty miles north of here lie the ruins of a great city. The elders say that it was once Shandaular, capital of the Nar realm of Ashanath.\n\n\"The ruins lie on the shores of Lake Ashane, and there are many places within the ruins to hide.\n\n\"If we could meet up there, perhaps we could find a way to cross the Lake to warn the Iron Lord in Immilmar ...\"\n\n...\n\nAchkby's lights illuminate the vertical, rough hewn stone shaft. Toward the bottom, the shaft appears to open up into a large chamber. The floor of the chamber is covered in water. You can see yourselves looking down from above in the light's reflection off of the water's surface.\n\nA subtle rippling in the reflection reveals that the water does appear to be moving gently toward the east." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby's lights plunge down into the water as he tries to help Yix gauge its depths.\n\nOver his shoulder, he snaps, \" Dammit, Callos, stop with this scholarly verbal prancing and give us the details. What the hell is this \"one more trick?\" It'd better be some pretty good stuff to make me believe it'd be more useful to her than Lumpy's strength or all the spells I've got left. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Actually, I don't think I could carry Lumpy very far. Probably not Thokk either. Not unless you guys want to leave your armor... \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy's tone is more even more brusque than usual,\n\n\" I'd rather walk. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Lissa looks down into the hole rather dubiously, then up at Tiriel. \"Well, which of us so-called 'short folk' would you like to take with you, Tiriel? I'm game to try flying.\" She eyes Tiriel's magnificent, very large white wings. \"Don't take this the wrong way, but I've shot really huge flying critters before, and one shot through the wing can make even a hippogriff crash-land. If I ride along, I might be able to heal any vampire arrows before that happens.\" The gnome hefts her crossbow, silver-inlaid runes glinting in the firelight. \"And if they think to chase us on nightmare-back, I'll be more than happy to shoot 'em!\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n[summing up the post that did not go through]\n\nHe had had to retreat from the now uncontrollable brazier, his hair and eyebrows singed.\nAt the lizardman's question, he shrugged. He had lost sight of the sorcerer, who was scuttling all over the walls.\n\n...\n\nJoining the group, he considered incredulously the dark shaft. Now what is that ? \n\nA crash above, the sound of wings unfolding and suddenly a heavenly vision. Mouth open, he fell to one knee, supporting himself with his bow. A messenger of the gods... \nHis eyes shone with veneration.\n\n...\n\n\" This shaft... I remember, from when I was little, stories of grandiose cities that used to span this land and of the treasures they still held. I wish this would be the entrance to one of those secret places... but there is no chance of that happening here in Kront. \"\n\n No chance ? And angels don't exist, right ? \n\n\" I agree with... \" He gestures vaguely in Lumpy's direction, too tired to remember his name. \" Though I can't say I am optimistic, given what they can do . \" It is obvious he is referring to Khazrael.\n\nHe looks dejected for a moment, then he remembers himself, and tries to show resolve on his face instead.\n\nHe has trouble looking Tiriel in the eye - that is, even more so than before.\n\" Are you sure you can outpace those monsters ? They were incredibly fast ! \"\n\n\" And hiding will only work if most of us create a diversion... \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I don't know about you people, but I think the shaft works out a lot better and besides, we do happen to be in a BURNING BUILDING! We need to get out of here quickly or enjoy being roasted. \"\n\nAeroz grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder. He pulls off one of Prozen's signet rings and gives it to Tiriel.\n\n\" Tiriel, if you are planning on fighting your way out of here, take this. The guy who blackmailed me into tracking you down gave it to me. If there are any associates of his in the area, this should allow you to access them. Don't lose it. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk \n Ach, I dont know about the rest of yers, but Im perfectly game for venturing into the tunnel. Im fine goin first, tis but darkness after all, nothing that goes bump in the night, they are out there . And if they do go bump... At this the dwarf smiles and raises his sword Then we sure as hell will bump back... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dancing lights plunge under the surface of the water, creating interesting refractions that dance along the cistern's floor. Although the parallax makes it difficult to judge exactly, the water seems to be maybe three or four feet deep at the most. The lights also illuminate a number of white fish that swim lazily about, ignoring the glowing spheres.\n\nAbove, the air is getting increasingly difficult to breathe and to see through. All of you are crouching now, trying to find the relatively clearer air at floor level." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "Khazrael\n\nChoking on the thick air, he gives up on getting anything from his horse and simply cuts it loose before scuttling back to the mouth of the pit. Raspy words string themselves together and his hand comes to rest on Thokk's arm. Magic surges through the dwarf and he suddenly feels an odd shift in his physical form, the prospect of climbing down the pit suddenly becomes a much more viable one.\n\n\"Carry someone.\"\n\n((OOC: Abandoning my earlier idea and using 2 turns to untie or cut free my horse, then cast spider climb on Thokk.\n\nedit: seeing that there is a secure rope, Khazrael will simply skitter down the hole. I keep changing it.))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel notes the water depth before speaking.\n\" It looks like the water level isn't too high down there. And if the water's moving - the Vampires won't like it, right Callos? I'd rather not split up until we need to - and I don't think we'd be able to take them right now in a fight, we've too many wounded. \n\" I'm going to help Khazrael cut the horses free - they shouldn't be left here and the might provide a distraction. \"\n\nTiriel moves over to the horses and slashes any reins or hobbles she finds. Sorry, I never even got to name you . She thinks as she cuts her warhorse free, giving it a solid whack on it's flank to get it moving.\n\nShe then returns and quickly shoves her bow and other gear into her pack before returning to the edge of the shaft. \" Let's go. If the water's too high for some, one of us will carry you. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin finishes tying the ropes together and hands the end to Tiriel. \"You hold it, we go down two at a time. Then you fly down the shaft with the rope. There's not enough time to secure it to anything.\" She coughs from the smoke. \"Who's going first? If no one else wants to, I will.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Someone cut Bess free! \" calls the halfling as he directs the lights about, helping Yix explore the space below, \" Keep the packs if you can, but it's all mundane. \"\n\nAchkby then looks at Tiriel, an odd, apologetic half-smile flitting about his face. '' Er, will, ah, could.... that would be good, er, I think, thanks. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe lizardman had been staring at the wall with a hard face as the others debated.\n\nThe deep unknown vs the danger outside.\n\nHe stared as if he could see the vampires without and was giving them a glare of hatred. It galled him that they were retreating instead of fighting but a wise hunter knows when to make the prey come to him.\n\nStripping his winter clothes off, he stuffs it into his backpack to keep it dry and prays that the water would be warm enough as he prepares to leave with the others.\n\nPlacing his hands in the intervals of rope between Tiriel's hands he helps her hold the rope and nods to Katrin." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nEven at Lissa's height, the smoke is getting rather thick. Glancing in Rasko's direction, she follows his example and hurriedly strips off her fur-lined cloak, overtunic and leg wraps, stuffing them into her haversack. There isn't time to do anything about the shirt and trousers under her armor. She unloads her crossbow and puts that into the haversack as well, buckling a leather cap over her quiver. Water and bowstrings don't mix very well.\n\n \"Lightest should go first; that way if the knot fails or the rope breaks, we minimize the damage. I'll start.\" Into the haversack again. This time she comes up with a large leather-covered box, which she tosses in Achkby's direction. \"There you go, climbing gear in a proper size. I don't need it for a rope-and-wall climb, but I've got a good deal of practice.\" Lissa doesn't look terribly thrilled at the prospect of taking the plunge, but she takes a deep breath and grabs hold of the rope anyway. I've got a bad feeling about this... maybe it's just the fact that every time I end up underground, something nasty happens. At least I stocked up on rations this time! \"See you at the bottom! If you hear prolonged and agonized screaming, don't come down!\" With that cheery note, the gnome starts climbing. \n\nOOC: According to the d20 climbing guide , the DC for climbing a rope with a wall to brace against is 5. Lissa has an effective Climb rank of 5 (that's counting her Str penalty), so she'll automatically make it unless the wall is slippery. The box she gave Achkby is a Small climbing kit." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods to Katrine and wraps it around her hands to improve her grip. \" I'll do what I can. Everyone needs to get down as fast as possible - I think we can hold it for 2 men at a time, maybe more. Just everyone hurry. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy shakes his head in impotent furstration, but nonetheless draws his dagger and heads for the horses. He slashes the straps for any and all saddlebags he can find, throwing them over his own shoulders, before cutting the traces that keep the horses themselves immobilized. He raises himself to his full height despite the smoke, screaming as he slaps an armored palm against each horses hindquarters in turn and shoves them towards the gaping entrance.\n\nOnce he's finished, he returns to Tiriel, eyes watering and acough rising in his throat,\n\n\" Do ya know much about climbing? Ain't no room fer flying down there. Whoever goes last needs ta climb it. \"\n\nHe turns his back to her, scanning the room intently for intrusion, and the roof for signs of collapse.\n\n((OOC Gathering saddlebags and scattering the horses. Lumpy will climb down second last or last. He's got a decent climb modifier if someone has to do it without a rope.))" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nA look of sorrow on his face, he helps the others untie the horses. They're never going to make it... He's coughing all the way.\n\nHe will be one of the last to go. He has not got much experience with climbing, what with spending much of his life in the forests, but in the Great Dale, some rangers double as firemen, and he intends to honor their motto : \"First in, last out.\" He wonders how many of them are still alive...\n\nHis throat now feels raw, but he remains patient as he watches people go down the shaft one by one." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby reflexively catches the box, but just stares at it dumbly.\n\n Climb down? \n\nHe looks around, hoping for another escape, but finds nothing. Another glance up, though, is enough to make him rip open the package, and he hurriedly starts squirming into the harness.\n\n[OOC]Achkby will go down after someone heavy has. So there's not too much weight on Tiriel at once.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nWhile someone light goes down the rope, Katrin hurriedly puts her sheathed shortsword, her crossbow, and her bolt case into her Handy Haversack to lighten the load on Tiriel. She leaves her dagger, sheathed at the small of her back. When it is her turn to go down the rope, she goes as fast as she can.\n\n((OOC: Accelerated climbing, moving at half-speed rather than quarter-speed with a -5 penalty on the roll. Climb Check DC 5 (1d20+5=24) ))" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n As everyone is climbing down, Yix, aided by the light, is fluttering (like a butterfly?) around looking for an means of escape from this new challenge." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The dwarf gathers his belongings and jumps into the pit and catches himself on a wall. He sits there, amused, as he crawls upside down within the pit\n\n \"Ahahaha! This be quite entertainin! Thankee very much lad.\" \n\nThe dwarf then climbs up to the top and speaks to Fizhan\n\n \"Lad, climb on my shoulders and hold on tight, minding the sword and shield. Might be a bit safer then hogging the rope with everyone else, and I know you are light enough to carry\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn:\n\n Fizahn is clearly irritated by the smoke. He chokes on it a lot and looks at the pit. He eagerly takes Thokk up on his offer. \"We need a way out of here. This isn't going to remain a good place to stay. I don't trust those fish though.\" He says eyeing them. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Cut free, the horses, mules, and pony are shooed over the barricade and towards the doorway. They whinny and scream in panic, trapped between the barricades and the vines. At the last minute, the lizardman dispells the entangle effect and uses his druidic powers to drive the animals out the doorway. They scatter in all directions, kicking at the skeletons.\n\nThe skeletons regroup, preparing for a renewed assault on the meeting house. \"Time to go!\" Aeroz calls out.\n\n\n\nOOC: To be continued in The Necromancer's Pact VIII: The Rising Tide . " } ]
[ { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one, each of you makes your way down the shaft, either by rope, or by spider climb .\n\nSoon each of you finds yourself chest-deep in water. The water is chilly, but not ice-cold. The shorter members of the party either cling to the larger members or sit on their shoulders. The cool damp air is a relief after the scorching heat up above.\n\nThe dancing lights cast rippling patterns upon the low arched ceiling of this ancient cistern. A gentle current nudges you toward the east as the blind albino fish nibble gently and curiously at your legs.\n\nThe cistern is low-ceilinged, but quite wide and even with darkvision or the assistance of the dancing lights the sides of the cistern are hidden in shadow.\n\n...\n\nTiriel remains at the surface, holding the rope, her feet planted firmly at the shaft's edge. Occasionally her wings twitch open, providing counterbalance. She looks around, her eyes watering from the smoke, to see if anyone is left.\n\nShe turns around and spots Callos kneeling beside Elthan, rummaging through his pockets.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" demands Tiriel when she sees the necromancer pouring a vial of clear liquid down Elthan's throat. The half-elf coughs and his eyes flutter open.\n\n\n\nOOC: Continued from The Necromancer's Pact VII: The Lake of Tears II. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n A warm smile came to his face, through the coughing and smoke-induced tears, as he saw Elthan come around and his eyes flutter open. Good, he was still alive then.\n\n\" C'mon and get up then boy. I'm not going to carry you all the way to safety. \" He grunted, pulling the half elf up to his feet and leading him to the edge of the cistern. Barely even sparing a glance over at Tiriel as he searched around for the rope that'd lead down into the darkness below. \" Ensuring our survival Tiriel and if you'd like to do the same then help me get him down the rope to the bottom of the well. I think we've used up all the time in this place. \"\n\nPointedly ignoring any glares that might be coming at him from the angel woman, Callos waited for the probably very sore and very much in pain sorcerer to start clambering down the rope before gesturing for Tiriel to do so as well. Taking one last moment to look around the hall before bulling out his mirror and holding it tightly between clenched teeth and grasping the rope himself and beginning to descend himself.\n " }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe chill of the water seeps out a lot of the lizardman's strength and he finds himself shivering in the water.\n\n\" Hurry \", he yells and he looks up to see Callos and Elthan descend.\n\nHe frowns seeing that Elthan is awake.\n\n\" They healed Tonguess \", he hisses those to those around him.\n\n\nStamping his feet to drive out the cold, he decides he needs to keep moving to keep warm.\n\n \"sStay together.\"\n He rumbles before drawing a deep breath and submerging.\n\n If there are fish here, there might be beasts that eat the fish.. \n\n He circles the group underwater, scaring some fish away and swims in the direction he feels the water flowing.\n\nOOC:\nSwim: 5 +7-3= 9 ,13 +7-3= 17 ,9+7-3= 13 \nHe's trying to find an exit from the chamber.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel scowls at Callos and glares at Elthan. She'd like to shout at both of them, but she decides to save her breath and wait until she's out of the smoke saturated air. As soon as Elthan is within a few feet of the bottom, Tiriel drops the rope. She turns and grabs her pack and then jumps down the hole, her wings spreading open (as far as they can), slowing her fall.\n\nOnce down at the bottom, Tiriel answers Callos.\n\" Fine, but his hands stay tied until we get some answers. Katrine, you're better at this then I, you tie him up. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nUpon entering the water, Aeroz could feel the chill creep onto his chainmail while the armor simultaneously weighed him down. Trying to adjust his body so that he would remain more buoyant and looking up to see if Callos or Tiriel had dropped yet.\n\n\" Hurry up! Scaley has gone under for some reason and it is really, really uncomfortable. And cold. And staying here is not at the top of my list of things to do. \"\n\nThe padding under Aeroz's chainmail begins to cause an irritation on his shoulders." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nCallos has to rummage a second potion to rouse Elthan. As if waking from only a nap, Elthan looks curiously around upon awakening at a pace much slower than one realizing he is in a burning building. Not sure in the slightest degree where he was now, he moves silently as directed towards the opening and down the rope.\n\nAlmost at the bottom, a the sudden drop from a few feet into the cold water fully sets his mind out of its torpor. The building around him that had been burning was the town commons, or something like that. He was on the upper floors, and was knocked across his jaw...\n\nInstinctively, as he stands himself up in the cold water, he begins to examine his chin to see if it was still in the right place. Before much of anything could be confirmed, however, a large splash from Callos hitting the water tosses him off his feet.\n\nAfter recovering to his own feet a second time, he helps Callos up then turns to retrieve the dropped rope. Though still sunk mostly within the water, he hands what he can grab to Katrine. His newly misaligned jaw makes it hard to tell any expression, but his voice signals resignation.\n\n\"Whatever you decide upon.\"\n\n\nOOC: Well, You did say you dropped the rope once Elthan reached the bottom, and Callos went after Elthan...\n\n CLW potion (1d8+1=5) \n CLW potion (1d8+1=2) " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWithout his light jacket or scarf, Khazrael's wiry frame is much easier to deliniate. He is now clad in only a sleveless linen shirt, dyed a faded black, and some plain black wool pants in addition to his wide belt and heavy boots. His silver bangles hang heavy around slender wrists.\n\nWhile the rest of the group attempts to orient themselves, he occupies himself with washing copious amounts of blood from his hands and face, stopping occasionally to cast sidelong glances into the surrounding cavern.\n\nPunch-drunk from heavy bloodloss, he weakly laughs as he sees Elthan stand up out of the water.\n \nShould have taken your chances topside. The orc's gonna tear you a new one. " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" RRAGH! \"\n\nElthan doesn't get the luxury of an orderly binding. Fueled by frustration over, Lumpy finds a ready outlet in the recently revived sorcerer. With an entirely too feral roar, the half-orc is upon the mage within seconds of his landing. Snatching him by the shoulders in a manner that suggests he'd slam him into a wall if there was one available, Lumpy merely digs his mailed fingers in and holds him there,\n\n\" Someone give me a good reason why we need him conscious right now. \" He fixes his sight on Callos to forestall any commentry from the necromancer, \" Not you. You're about five seconds from joining him. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiya, Lizardman Druid \n\nSsathiya surfaces, hot air steaming out his nostrils. The others might hear his splashing as he deliberately smack his tail on the water.\n\nHe hears a yell and he pauses to tread water and look back. His nictating mebranes slide away. The others seemed clustered around the hole and he hears Lumpy threaten the wizards.\n\nNoting that nothing demanded his return he continues swimming away with his head above water." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"We shouldn't hurt him until we know why he killed Evendur, the information could be useful. I'll tie his hands behind his back, and someone should take away the pouch of things he uses to cast spells. Then he's pretty much helpless, and we can make him explain.\"\n\n Katrin uses the end of the rope to tie Evendur's hands together tightly behind his back. Then she unties her rope from Fizahn's and offers the other end to Lumpy--to hold the rope, he would have to let go of Elthan. She gives Fizahn's rope back to him. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix takes this time to scout ahead, trying to find out where the current will take everyone." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Hold on a minute! We don't have the time to talk about this and discover his reasons! Nor do we have the time for him to stumble around in the dark with his hands behind his back and even more so if we need to swim ourselves. I didn't wake him up so he could be interrogated or so he can drown, I did it so we could get his help which we need! Look, I'll personally watch him myself until we're in the clear and if he starts doing anything funny, which I'll know if he does, then I'll kill him myself without mercy or hesitation. \" Callos practically growled out from between even as the others moved to bind, or even worse, knock Elthan out once more. Didn't these people know whats going on here? They were seeing the threat of death and were arguing against getting more help! He had at least thought Lumpy would have been above this but apparently not now. And he definitly wasn't going to take threats from the half-orc when he had done nothing wrong either!\n\n\" Hell, I'll even stand right next to Lumpy while I'm watching him just to make sure Elthan doesn't try anything. Does that sound fair enough? If not then by all means tell me some other way we can make a valuable ally useless for when the mob of skeletons come crashing down the well shaft. Or maybe for when the flaming demon horses and their riders do which, I might add, IS A DISTINCT POSSIBILITY WHILE WE SIT HERE TRYING TO PLAY JUDGE! \" The last part he yelled, to draw their attention to the perilous situation they were in. \" For the time being though, leave him untied and lets get the hell out of here. When we have some time I'll pry open his mind and find out why he did it or under whos compulsion but that will have to be later, right now whither you want to admit it or not we need him awake and able. Me? I want to live. \" Finally looking as if he had run out of anger, he pushed past the others to were the floating head of the druid was though he made sure to keep a reasonable distance. That was the druid...right? \" Please druid, tell me theres a way out of here. We need a way out. \"\n\nEven though he was hoping for a good answer he wasn't going to lose any preparation time he might have either. Mystical words came from his lips easy and smoothly as he brought about the spell. Glowing blue energy encompassed his right hand even as his brain wracked through various other methods and solutions.\n\n((OOC: Casting Chill Touch and holding the charge.))\n " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n Ack, too deep, too deep! are Lissa's first coherent thoughts upon hitting the water. She does the only prudent thing- climb aboard a taller person. In this case, the closest tallfolk is Adalmar. She grins sheepishly down at him from her new perch on his shoulders. \"Sorry, Adalmar, but I can't swim and it's a bit deep for the likes of me. I'll climb aboard somebody else if you'd rather.\" Even wringing wet, though, Lissa and all her gear weigh about as much as a well-loaded backpack. \n\nWhen Elthan makes his appearance, Lissa just smiles coldly and produces a hidden dagger in a twinkling of steel. \"Well well, if it isn't the traitor. Still alive... good. I've got some interesting plans.\" The smile turns into a full-fledged demented gnome grin. The kind usually seen on mad alchemists or insane wizards right before the \"MUAHAHAHA!\" and unveiling of latest deranged experiment. \n\nSome apples just don't fall very far from the tree.\n\n \"Okay, I've got the rope and the crossbow bolt... can't do the flaming oil trick 'cause of the water, pity that... has anyone got fishing tackle? For later.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Callos, I didn't think you needed reminding, but obviously you do. Elthan killed a valuable ally in cold blood. He's staying tied up for now. The water's not deep and there are too many of use who don't trust him. If the water gets deeper we'll do something else - So shut up and get going .\n\nShe noticing his prepared spell, \" And don't think you're exempt from being tied up. I'm not going to waste anymore time arguing with you. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is shocked. First at being submerged, then by the cold, and finally by Elthan's arrival.\n\n He's alive? What happened? Why shouldn't he be conscious? Wait, what? He killed Evendur? \n\nAchkby stands in dumb shock for a moment, and then blurts out, \" He killed Evendur?! \"\n\nIn his disattention, the floating orbs have slowly glided back to hover over him as he perches on Aeroz's back." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \nKhazrael sighs, uncomfortable with getting too involved in the discussion of Elthan's fate, and wades out into the fringes of the light, peering into the dark to try and find some sort of path. His eye catches the little dragon zipping around and his haggard voice calls to it.\n\n\"Have you found anything? It'd be great if we could get moving before those two idiots come down the hole looking for us.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n His head whipped about sharply with an incredlous expression on his face at the insinuation that he'd be tied up as well. \" You've got to be joking! This spell is for our pursuers you dense woman! You think I'd risk my life fighting the lot of you for someone who may or may not be guilty? \" Shaking his head in disbelief at the very idea as he turns back to the druid. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is not sure how he came to serve as a mount for Lissa - before he could voice his objections, her falsely candid smile made him give in.\n\n\" What I'd like to know is : did he voluntarily commit murder or was he possessed ? \"\n\n\" Because if he is responsible, there is no way I will let him walk unfettered by our side ! \" By the end of the sentence, he is shouting, and his neck is turning red.\n\nBut he is clearly not accustomed to having such outbursts : he then blushes a deep red and turns his head away.\n\nIn a steadier voice : \" Watching him won't do much good if he is mage, no ? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Slowly, the party wades towards the east, arguing about what to do with Elthan. Lissa looks like she is about to rip the half-elf's ears off with her bare hands. Some of her rage seems to rub off on Adalmar as well.\n\nKhazrael pushes forward ahead of the party, washing the blood from his neck and chest. He has abandoned his cold weather gear, which the rest of you find waterlogged, heavy and cumbersome. He calls ahead to Yix, who flashes the party an eidetic image of a tunnel at the far end of the cistern. A chain is stretched across the opening at water level, and four small boats bob there, pushed against the chain by the gentle current.\n\n(For those of you without darkvision, the ghostly gray-green image is a novelty.)\n\nBehind you, in the darkness, there is a muffled, distorted whoomp , and a flurry of sparks tumbles down the vertical shaft before being snuffed out at the water's surface ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe sloshes ahead through the water, attempting to reach the chain and inspect the watercraft.\n\n\" Boats? What the hell? Are they in working shape?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The chain is thick and its links are mineral encrusted. The boats are a motley group of small flat-bottomed rowboats. Three have oars lying within them.\n\nAchkby sends the dancing lights carooming around the chamber. The lights reveal that this cistern is at least 100 ft x 300 ft, running east west. At no point is the ceiling greater than 6 feet above the water level however. A few thick pillars are scattered about at apparently random intervals. Like the ceiling and walls, the pillars appear to have been carved from stone. Also at irregular intervals are dark openings, presumably carrying water to this room from various directions.\n\nAdalmar suspects that this chamber was once a natural cave that was enlarged to serve as a reservoir. Apparently its existence had been forgotten long ago by the villagers living in Kront.\n\nThe boats do not appear to be tethered in any way. Perhaps they floated here from elsewhere?" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardkin Druid \nAs the party crowds into the tunnel and examines the boats, he brings up the rear and waits until they all manage to get into the boats." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby tries to suppress his shivering on Aeroz's back, but his frigidity is quite evident.\n\n\" Boats? Thank the Gods! Are they in working order? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer stood there for a long moment and stared at the boats. An uneasy feeling of dread was just starting to come over him as he did too. And he had absolutely no idea why either. There was a safe escape, right there! Not a single thing keeping them from their safe getaway and now he couldn't bring himself to even approach.\n\n\" I don't like this...I see boats but no people or tethers. Where did these boats float here from and where are their owners? \" He said flatly, taking a precautionary step back away from the edge of the cistern. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\nYix calmly glides down and lands in one of the boats, thankful for the brief rest from flying around." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa shrugs from her perch atop the obliging Adalmar's shoulders, giving Elthan another evil glare before turning her attention back to the rest of the party. \"Maybe the boats escaped from their owners upstream, floated down here, and caught on the chain. Used to see little boats washed up like that all the time in Selgaunt... handy when you need a boat and don't feel like paying for one. Or when you don't have time to haggle.\" Like, say, when the city watch is hot on your heels. She glances nervously back the way they came, fingering her dagger. \"Whatever, we should get out of here. I don't like that noise we just heard.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWithout speaking, he climbs into a boat and slumps forward, falling into an exhausted stupor." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel follows those who take the lead, making sure that she's behind Elthan during their walk through the passageway. Her thick clothing soon becomes waterlogged and heavy, nothing she can't handle but it's an unpleasant experience that she'd have rather avoided. She keeps her wings closed tight but they too soon become chilled and soaked and it's more than once that she considers whether they made the right choice going below instead of choosing to fight.\n\nUpon reaching the boats Tiriel feels both uneasy and relieved. Here at last is a place where they might be able to find some rest, but Callos' words echo her unease at their apparent \"luck.\"\n\n\" In another time and place I'd take the time to wonder where these boats came from, but we don't have the luxury of time. We all need rest, those most wounded or unable to walk should use the boats to get some rest while we figure out where to go next... \"\n\n[ooc: is there room enough for everyone in the boats, or only a few at a time?]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Almost everyone clambers into a boat, shivering. Only the lizardman, Callos and Elthan remain in the water.\n\nEach boat holds four human-sized party members, with room for an extra gnome or halfling here and there. The boats groan against the thick chain as they settle deeper into the water.\n\nLumpy, Thokk, Aeroz, and Fizahn sit in one boat. Lissa, Adalmar, Khazrael, and Achkby sit in another, with Yix perched on its prow. Trinark, Tiriel and Katrin find themselves in a third boat, the drow cleric looking almost pleased to be back underground again.\n\n\nOOC: Hope I didn't forget anyone ... " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n Elthan relaxes a slight bit once everyone had made up their mind to leave him be for the moment. Why shouldn't they? He had no weapons, his magic did little in the way of actually injuring others, and he himself was not in the best of shapes at the moment. However, he did still avoid the harsh, and often almost malevolent gazes some of the party gave him.\n\n I swear upon all of the gods, if I did not know that gnome, I would be convinced that she was under some form of possession. \n\nUpon observing that there are only three usable boats, he steps towards the one in which Tiriel, Trinark and Katrin sit. \"This one should be able to seat one more, shouldn't it? Callos, please take. Just let me set my coat down in it first.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" That noise was most likely the roof falling down. It means we can't go back now... \"\n\nHe has goosebumps all over, and being underground doesn't make him feel any better. Gripping an oar, he begins to propel the boat forward as soon as the halfling sends his Dancing Lights to light the way." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n A pained expression came to his face when Elthan told him to take the one seat left and he groaned. \" Yeah, I'm REALLY going to let you have a chance to die of the cold or to escape without getting my answers first. Get in the damn boat or I'll put you out and shove you in. I'll take the fourth one. \"\n\nAnd with that said, Callos approached the fourth boat and clambered up into it. Shivering some from the cold, he looked about then took out his length of rope. How else could he get this boat to move...well there were a couple of options. One was tying the rope to another boat and have that one pull his own. The other was to tie it to the druid and let him pull the boat, if he was willing. The last was to have the druid in his boat and using his tail of the side as a means of propulsion.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAgainst her better judgment Tiriel helps Elthan into the boat. Everyone is cold and tried, not to mention angry and confused and she can't bring herself to deny the man a dry perch.\n\" Do we want to chance resting or keep moving? \"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark sits sereanly in the boat. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from his sholders. The familiar mustyness of damp cave greeted him like an old friend. And he could see, oh he could see! No more squinting under that impossibly bright sun, no more hiding beneath blankets to escape it's blinding glare. He might not be home but it was close enough.\n\nTrinark makes room for the wizard clambering inside. He watches him with sad eyes. What could cause someone to kill an inocent person like the paladin? Dark magic? In a way he hoped that was the case, he hoped that it was under a compulsion, but if it was then what if the compulsion surfaced again? One could only hope that it could be removed.\n\nOn the other hand what if it had been off his own volition? Trinark could not imagine Elthan doing such a horrable deed. He had seemed such a nice quiet person. The answers would come in time, in time the answers would come. In the mean time Trinark would offer him the small comfort that no one else seemed to want to other than Callos, the benefit of the doubt.\n\n\" Come, sit by me. \"" }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n The dwarf enjoys his newfound powers of climbing, and seems happy to be under the tunnels again. Eventually, however, his mood reverts to his normal self, and the damp does not help him\n \"Ach, I suggest we let the caster types rest themselves. They aint a whole lot o use without being able to do that, and some of us dont need the rest to be effective. Restin on the boats seems to be our best bet, and we are also rather protected. Lets just keep floatin along and gather our wits\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks nervously at the darkness behind her. The sparks from the collapsed building remind her of the nightmares, who had started the fire in the first place, and a surprise attack by the nightmares was the last thing she wanted, although she had no idea how they could get through the shaft.\n \"I'd let the boats float with the current and rest in shifts.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Putting some distance between us and this place is a good idea. Presumably, the vampires have no clue this escape route is here, however, they could be searching the ruins to make sure that everyone is dead. They could come across the doorway at any point, so if they do, I would prefer not to be here to greet them. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" We can't stay here. Won't be long till the blood suckers find the hole, even if the building collasped on it, and I don't even know if this will keep them from following us. Though if it did, then this'd be the best spot to make a stand against the remaining skeletons. Wouldn't stop the demon horses though. This situation is just like that big black oozey thing we found in the Underdark, we keep moving and pray we lose it. \"\n\nCallos managed to stammer out from his lonely craft as the cold began to set into his bones. Shivering and holding his wet clothes tightly around himself even as he cursed the lack of fire spells. Even if he had to set something on fire, that'd still be a good expenditure of arcane energy to keep him warm. Cause right now, yeah he wasn't looking his best. Pale and shivering with eyes sunk back into his head, dark rings underneath of his eyes and teeth chattering...he wasn't going to win Most Intimidating or Impressive Mage of the year award.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"We're going to look pretty stupid sitting still in these boats when they figure out we're missing and come down here.\"\n\nHe leans over the edge and grabs the chain, rattling at it in an effort to try to unhook it somehow. When a gentle shake doesn't move it, he stares forlornly at the lizardman, not wanting to personally re-enter the water." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa points to the back of her neck, where the Evil Rune presumably lies dormant. \"Until we can find a safe place to rest and one of the mages gets this thing off my neck, odds are good that the bloodsuckers will know exactly where we are. So lets get some flowing water between us and them, eh? Knowing where we are won't do them much good if they can't follow us.\" She peers uneasily into the inky depths of the subterranean river. \"And a teeny little boat is not my idea of a safe place to rest. Who knows what might be swimming around down there?\" Wringing out her wet braid over the side of the boat, Lissa looks over at Lumpy. \"What do you think, Lumpy? You've got the tactical experience here.\" " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy sits silent for a moment, still brooding over Elthan's consciousness, WHen he does speak, his tone is strained, but simple and to the point,\n\n\" Fact is, we can't afford niether not resting or not moving. If the mark still works, they'll sort out where we are eventually either way. Moving buys us time ta set up favorable circumstances, and resting makes sure there is such thing as a favorable circumstances. \"\n\nHe waves a hand at Callos,\n\n\" And if vampires aren't too keen on running water, then there may not be a better place fer it than here. Don't matter if it's flimsy, uncomfortable, or otherwise dangerous- some'a us gotta get the sleep ya can get when ya can get it. \"\n\nHe shrugs tiredly,\n\n\" Bottom line, I say we let the current take us and anyone what needs sleep fer magic or whatever else get it. Everyone else can steer and keep an eye on things fine. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nHeaving himself onto the last boat, he alarms Callos who maneuvers as best as he can so that they don't capsize.\n\nSitting in the boat, the Lizardman is shivering very badly and dripping water onto the boat. He manages to dig out a blanket and wrap himself with it.\n\n \"WE Gooo.Theeere\" , he says with his teeth chattering.\n\n We are too tired to paddle. Other ways will be too tiring. \n\nHe slumps down in the boat with nothing further to say. If Elthan turns to look at him, he finds that the reptilian avoids looking him in the face." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel watches the water running against the sides of the boats.\n\" Is it just me, or is the current running East? I think our best bet would be to just let the boats float with it - it's going the way we were headed anyhow. \"\nTaking care not to move suddenly she reaches over and lifts up the chain until it's high enough to allow one of the boats to pass under, if the occupants duck. She figures that the others can pull their boats under the chain while she holds it before she pushes her boat through.\n\n[ooc: Tiriel is also willing and ready to cast Light when Ackby's lights go out.]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one, the boats, including the empty one, drift under the chain being held aloft by Tiriel. She releases the chain, and your boats slowly drift with the current into a natural stone tunnel.\n\nThe tunnel wends its way eastward, with the passage wide enough for two boats to pass abreast. The current appears to flow more briskly in the center of the passage, however, and soon all four boats arrange themselves automatically into a line.\n\nFinding yourselves at rest for the first time in what seems like an eternity, several of you simply drop off to sleep where you sit in your boats. When Achkby'd lights die out, Tiriel generates more light, which serves simply to assure everyone that you are indeed moving.\n\nAfter an indeterminate period of time, the passage begins to narrow. As it does so, the current picks up speed. A low rumbling is felt more than heard in the distance." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael dozes in and out of consciousness, his hand occasionally rising to rub at the painful bite wound in his neck." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nWith the ebb of adrenaline comes the need to sleep. He fights drowsiness as best he can - there has to be someone awake, and he is on the leading craft. His eyes linger on the ring on his left hand, and he remembers the friend he took it from... Thanks for your gift, Matthias. You're not forgotten. \n\nThe distant rumbling is appeasing at first, but as it gets closer it brings him to his senses. \" Guys, I'm afraid there may be a waterfall coming soon... Tiriel, can you fly ahead to scout ? \" He is focused enough to forget his ambivalence with regard to his angel.\n\nHe tries to slow the boat down, first by back-paddling then, seeing his efforts are not enough to match the speed of the currents, he tries to let the boat get stuck across the tunnel. He even slows down the next boat, so that his doesn't get dislodged.\n\n\" If at all possible we should wait here until we know what's coming. \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nDespite her initial misgivings, fatigue and the rocking motion of the boat conspire to lull Lissa to sleep. Just before she drifts off, she yawns and sleepily waves a hand. The gnome's soaked armor and clothing are instantly dry. Mmm, I love magic... \n\nLissa drifts back to consciousness after some time, happily nestled against something warm. And- moving? She opens her eyes to find that she apparently cuddled up to her seatmate, Achkby, in her sleep. Blushing under her dusky complexion, Lissa sits up abruptly. \"Um. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to...\" \n\nOOC: Previous 'day's prestidigitation used to dry off. Once Lissa is done talking to Achkby, she'll pray for spells." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel looks dubiously at the low hanging rock overhead. It looks like she wouldn't have much clearance. Yix, on the other hand, has no problems zipping ahead into the darkness. He isn't gone long before he returns with a beautiful but alarming image ...\n\n The tunnel you are floating down opens up into a vast cavern. An enormous waterfall cascades down a steep rocky face. The vertical drop is at least 200 feet. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark makes the rounds in his boat, starting with the two ladies. Elthan is not left out, however. His wounds are bound with the same care and respect as is offered the others. After that he settles down to rest as the current carries them lazily down the underground river." }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n \"Balls...\" \n\nThe dwarf streaches himself out, still in his plate, then looks around\n\n \"Oi! Any of yer got another spider thingie? That could get several of us out of the way o the water. Im not exactly looking foward to a 200 foot drop\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n Elthan huddles to himself in the boat, unable to rest with so much on his mind. Though Trinark offers to bandage Elthans cheek, the wound has already healed over externally for the most part, and any such mundane healing would serve no end.\n\nBriefly during the ride, he looks up and checks everyone in the group with a gaze. When they stopped running, the inquiry would begin. Who would listen to him, understand, or sympathize? He ends on the Druid, and watches as the lizard-kin consciously looks away. Filled with a rather empty feeling, he huddles again and falls asleep.\n\nHe rouses himself as Yix makes his return trip and informs everyone of the impending danger. Unsure of what advice to give, he curls further into his now damp robes and grasps the edges of his cloak." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAfter he's climbed aboard, Achkby strips off the bulkiest of his clothes, checking his pack for any damage or anything that might have floated away. Some of his food supplies are ruined, and he regretfully tosses his soaked fennel and cumin overboard. The sugar is mostly washed away, but he self-consciously licks up what little has stuck to the cloth before jettisoning it, as well.\n\nAs he regains some energy, Achkby recalls the altercation back in the cavern.\n Wait... what was that about Elthan? \nAs Lissa has fallen asleep -- pleasantly close to him, Achkby notices -- the halfling turns to Khazrael. He had been, after all, carrying Evendur's head.\n\n\" So, what was that about Elthan killing Evendur? Did a summoning go awry? \"\n Huh... what could Elthan summon able to cut off a paladin's head? \n\n[hr]\nAs Lissa shifted against him, Achkby smiled. After a little while, he began gently stroking her hair, moving from the (now crooked) part in the top down to the end of her ponytail. When he found his fingers tracing over the spot of her finding rune, though, he quick stopped, and glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had seen him.\n\nWhen Lissa suddenly sits up, Achkby recoils sharply, but at her words, gives her his most serene smile.\n\" Not a problem, \" he replies, \" It was nice. Er, to be warm, I mean... \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn remains silent as they walk through the tunnels and get into the boats. He keeps as much distance between himself and Elthan as possible. He speaks a little to Thokk while he's walking. \"Didn't appreciate my sarcastic comments, huh? Well, I don't appreciate his trying to deliver us all to the vampires. Would it be too harsh to say we should get rid of him now? Also, there's that rune on Lissa's neck. We should see if the mages can do something about that.\" Fizahn groans as Yix reports the waterfall. Waterfall. What do we do? \"Is there any way to get out before we hit the waterfall? Everyone should slow the boats down as much as possible.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n Oh no, a waterfall... we're going to have to get out before we hit it. \"...what Fizahn said. Does anyone have a grappling hook or something that we could use to grab onto the wall of the tunnel?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n How are we going to get down from that height? I could carry everyone one by one, but that would take forever...and it's not really safe. \n\n\" Oh. I have one, jut a second. \"\nTiriel scrounges around in her bag and eventually manages to locate both her grappling hook and a long length of thin rope. She looks at Katrine, \" Do you want to throw it or should I ? It should be able to catch on the ground, riverbed, whatever.\" " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark\n\n Trinark waks to the sounds of increasing aggitation and worry. He streaches from his cramped position and hears his boatmates talking about grarabbing onto walls and catching onto the ground. He addresses Katrin.\n\n\" What is wrong? Has someone fallen out? \"\n\nIt is at this moment he remembers the sword he had left at the top of the stairs in the building. A slight pang of loss gripps him. Afterall it had been a gift from Elistrae." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin accepts the grappling hook and the rope, and begins tying the rope to the hook. She explains briefly to Trinark that according to Yix, there is a large waterfall ahead. \"If we could tie the boats together somehow and attach them to the wall of the tunnel, then we could stop them before we went over the waterfall. But we'd still have to get out of here, probably by climbing down... We could do it with ropes again, but we'd need some way to get to the falls in the first place, and then stop safely and get everyone out... any ideas?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n Why did everything seem to be conspiring against them? Now it was nature! What had he...err...all of them ever done to deserve nature's wrath?! With a snarl the necromancer slammed his open spellbook shut in front of him and stuck it into the belt of his trousers. No way that he was going to let it's precious pages get wet and become ruined.\n\n\" Oh come on! Isn't there some way to just..stop the water?! \" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The walls of the tunnel are smooth and slick, offering little purchase. Gradually you notice that the walls of the passage are getting closer together, seeming to be about 10 feet apart at the moment. The current seems to be picking up speed as it narrows\n\nThe rumble intensifies into a roar. Yix seems agitated. We don't have much time! " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan curls in a bit more as the water speeds up. There wasn't anything he could do to save them, and what was worse is that he was reasonably certain he'd come out okay. All but perhaps two of his friends were about to be thrown off a cliff via running water, and he'll get to watch it happen from a safe distance.\n\nIt was just too much to bare, to first kill one then watch the rest die from inaction. Elthan stands up in the boat, and grasping the ends of his cape, transforms suddenly into a bat. The bat frantically flaps its way towards the first boat, and upon landing Elthan reappears behind Lumpy to the discomfort of the other three. \"Lumpy\" he says hurriedly while preparing for a spell, \"I want you to jump into the water after I discharge the spell.\"\n\nIf Lumpy says anything, Elthan doesn't listen to it. As soon as he is casting, he gives Lumpy a push, commanding, \" Now. \"\n\nOOC: Casting Enlarge Person . Lumpy will now be a large creature and take up ten feet of space. As the passage narrows, he should block off all of the boats by standing." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nWhat the hell!! As Tiriel witnesses Elthan's transformation the she feels the bottom drops out of her stomach. Just what is this man? Is he a vampire as well now? Well whatever he's doing, it doesn't seem harmful...yet. \n \" Yix! How far are we from the mouth? And is there any dry land near it? A large rock or a ledge, anything?! \" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's exhuasted body finally reacts to the slow panic rising in his addled brain. His heart begins to race and he lurches forward into a standing position. His body begins to shake and he once again undergoes a subtle transformation, his legs bow out and he drops to a crawling position.\n\nHe crawls forward and rests an arm on Adalmar briefly, who briefly feels himself undergoing a similar change. He casts his gaze to the two smaller passengers and with a sigh of regret, briefly touches Akhby's arm, sending the little sorcerer into a brief spasm as his body accomodates the change.\n\nHis touch moves to Lissa and he closes his eyes, but she feels nothing. The cold hand grips tight enough to hurt a bit as the sorcerer turns his focus deeper inward, but the spell does not come forth. He steadies himself and slowly opens his brilliant blue eyes.\n\n\"I'm tapped out, I can't...the magic's all gone. Look, if nobody can figure anything out, everyone get to a wall. As long as your hands are free, you can climb like a fly. Lissa, I'm sorry, but maybe Adalmar can hold you on his back. If you have some rope, you could maybe make a harness or something. I might be able to help hold you up, but I'm not...\"\n\n ...I'm not worth a drop of blood in hades if I can't get us out of this one. \n\nHe starts coughing and sinks to a seated position, looking drawn and clammy. His hands grip the side of the boat and he prepares to jump as soon as it's apparent that he'll have to.\n\n((OOC: Casting an extended spider climb on myself, and using my remaining two second level slots to spider climb Adalmar and Akhby. Sorry Lissa, but I don't think Adalmar could support Akhby's weight, and if I can save all four of us, I've got to try.))\n\n\"Funny thing, I STILL wouldn't call this the worst day of my life.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa doesn't need to be told twice. She pulls a length of silk rope out of her pack, puts the pack on, and proceeds to tie the rope around her waist and shoulders. An improvised harness, just as Khazrael suggested. \"Okay Adalmar, I'm going to tie the other end of this around your waist, then climb aboard. Again. Hopefully we won't need the rope.\" Her knots aren't terribly complicated, but it looks like they should do the job. Rope tied, Lissa climbs onto the ranger's back, arms clasped around his chest bandolier-style and legs locked around his waist. \"Let me know when you're going to jump so I can brace myself. And... sorry you're getting stuck with the pack-mule job. I'm really not doing this on purpose.\" \n\n\nOOC: No worries Koji, I know Lissa's the lightest one in this boat.\nUse Rope:[roll]1d20+5[/roll]\nEDIT: Ohhkay, what's up with the dice roller?" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nRealizing that she may suddenly have to catch someone if something goes wrong, Tiriel takes off her cold weather gear and shoves it into her pack. She reluctantly realizes that she should take off her chain mail as well.\n\n Tiriel takes off her cold weather gear, armor, sword, bow, etc... placing them into her bag of holding. She can now carry 130 lbs of weight while flying.\n " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy unslings bow and guisarme and shove it next to his pack and the saddle bags he'd collected. If the weapons survived the fall, he might recover them, but more important was being free to move right now.\n\nThe half-orc begins scanning the tunnel they're flowing down. Was it wide enough to wedge a boat in crossways? It might by them some time to figure out a way to ferry themselves down safely. Experimentally, he uses an oar to judge the passage's width and the rowboat's length. He had to get it right though. Too short and they'd simply capsize and go down the falls without the benefit of even the boat's protection.\n\n((OOC\n\nIf the tunnel looks to be less wide than the boat is long, Lumpy will try to use the oar to turn his boat and wedge it in place. I'm going to assume he's in the first boat.\n))" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby looks to Khazrael gratefully. \" Th-thank you. Er... wi-will it h-hold against the, the current? \" he stutters nervously.\n Maybe they won't notice. Or they'll think my teeth are just chattering from the cold. \n\nAt the other sorcerer's last comment, Achkby tries to regain grasps for some remnant of his already tenuous and rapidly vanishing claim to bravery.\n\" I wouldn't call this the worst day of the trip, \" he says with a raised eyebrow and an (admittedly brief) grin.\n And that's the truth. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe chuckles as he hears the halfling's concerned question.\n\n\"Absolutely not. The current will rip you off the wall and throw you straight into whatever's below. We all need to stay out of the water.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe notices Elthan's transformation out of the corner of one eye. Told them - you can't restrain mages this easily. \n\nKhazrael's touch causes a wave of cold and a wave of heat to run through his body in short succession. He is surprised by the gesture, as if he didn't think the sorcerer had that in him. Or because he didn't expect to be chosen. He has a grateful look. Never underestimate your fellow humans. And those others have been in the Underdark ! \n\nHe hurriedly gets rid of as much gear as possible, stashing it in his haversack. He takes out a rope, and ties it around his waist. He decides to carry the haversack on the front, to counterbalance Lissa's weight.\n\nHe starts steering the boat to the left wall. He lets Khaz and Achkby leave first, then proposes : \" If one of you feels strong enough, he can hold one end of this rope and make it to the other side of the tunnel via the ceiling. If we can slow the boats down, we'll give the others some purchase. However, if you don't feel like you can hang to it, let go of it. We are done for if we fall in those currents. \" His tone is grim, and his features are drawn with tiredness.\n\n Mielikki, lend me strength. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark gathers from the flurry of activity going on arround him that the others are trying to stop the boat. He also notes the increased pace of the water beneath them. He quickly comes to the logical conclusion: danger ahead. he casts arround him for his scaley friend, suspecting him to be in more danger than the others. Glad to find his friend safely out of the water he starts to worry about his own safety. People seemed to be considering abandoning the boats and he knew he couldn't swim well with what he was carrying.\n\n\" Tiriel, is there a place for my armor within your magic bag? \" he says, removing it with all the swiftness he could muster. Even if she had no room, he would choose his life over the armor. Only a fool would throw his life away for valuables." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" I think so. Go ahead and try, but don't force it. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin grabs the rope and attaches the grappling hook.\n\nYix zips ahead into the darkness, then all too quickly reappears. The waterfall is just ahead. No ledges. No rock. Just a long drop! \n\nMany of you start to frantically stuff your gear into any available haversack. The sound of the waterfall rises to a near-deafening roar.\n\nElthan transforms into a bat and flaps to the lead boat, where Lumpy is trying to turn the boat perpindicular to the current. The half-orc grunts in displeasure when Elthan transforms back into his half-elf form, but is too busy trying to wedge the boat against the stone walls to notice when Elthan touches his shoulder.\n\nLumpy grows to enormous size before he realizes what has happened, almost capsizing the lead rowboat. Having no choice, the enormous warrior stumbles out of the boat into the swift current.\n\nWedging his body against the walls, floor, and ceiling simultaneously, manages to keep himself from being swept away. The four boats pile up against him, each boat tilting crazily. The rear two boats tip upward and begin to fill with water.\n\nKhazrael leaps to the ceiling, clinging to the slick stone like a spider. Achkby joins him, shivering from the cold (or from fear, perhaps). Adalmar also leaps to a wall, Lissa strapped to his chest like a swaddled baby.\n\nTiriel and Trinark crouch in the lead boat. Aeroz and Fizahn clamber into the second, joining Thokk. Aeroz fishes a ring from one of his pockets and slips it on.\n\nThe lizardman and Callos struggle in the water, trying to hang on to the capsized boats, both to stay afloat and to keep from being washed away.\n\nThe weight of the four boats and the rapidly flowing stream press against Lumpy. Despite his half-orc's best efforts, the flotsam begins to push Lumpy backward.\n\nYix flaps about frantically. End of the line! End of the line! " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy didn't bother chastising or even offering comment to Elthan. There wasn't time, and he knew well enough to get off the boat when he started growing. He'd just have to kill the sorcerer later, was all.\n\nThere was almost a giddy sort of power to revel in with his increased size. He'd never been tall, and it was a feeling he'd have liked to enjoyed in less pressing circumstances. For now, he wedges his near ton of weight into the passage. his gauntles scrape and squeal against the edges of the passage in hopes of finding some unseen grasp. His boots, hobnails now the size of quarters, likewise scrabble against the floor beneath the rusing water.. Even his neck cords up in effort as he forces his scalp against the ceiling, leaving a bloody streak as he is inexoriably forced backwards.\n\nHe knew he was slipping, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could only hang on,\n\n\" Everyone inta the first boat if ya can. Ain't njothing gonna stop us from going over now! \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's boat abruptly tilts and she grabs onto the side to stop herself falling out. She throws her weight against the high side of the boat to try to stop it from completely capsizing. \"Tiriel--help me right the boat!\" At the same time, she looks desperately around for some place in the tunnel to secure the grappling hook. " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix flies around frantically hoping that everyone thing will turn out okay. \"Is there anything I can do to help?\" Yix asks urgently " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Sonuva...! \" was all that he managed to squeeze out before his boat went over to the wrong size and he was tossed into the water. Already shivering and sputtering with the cold as he struggled to stay afloat in the water and hang unto the boat. And what did he do while he was doing this? Pull out a rope! Of course he had a plan for the rope but it wasn't exactly a great one either. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe only thing Khazrael's mind allows itself to focus on is the feel of the cold, slick stone against his palms. He shudders against the ceiling and slowly creeps forward, blocking the terror below out of his perception. He looks out past the falls, struck by the beauty of the place even as he searches for anything his companions beneath him can use to save themselves." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "((This is basically an addendum to my last post))\n\nThe necromancer scrambled back into the rapidly filling one and did as Lumpy asked, scrambling to the very first one. Once there though he was far from idle. Instead he held one hand over the rope clutched in the other and began to chant softly. Like the charlatans in the big cities the rope rose up into the air until it looked as if it was affixed to the ceiling of the cave and the necromancer was quick to begin scurrying up it.\n\n\" C'mon! This space will keep seven others besides myself self for about six hours before it collaspes. ONLY SEVEN! Even Lumpy can get in here. We'll have plenty of time to work on things during the time so come on! \" He exclaimed, looking much like a mad man...until he disappeared at the end of Lissa's borrowed rope...\n\n\n((To those who do go in...))\n\nIt lead up into a gray empty space with a window peering back out to were the rope had lead them from, and Callos sat down with a huff.\n " }, { "author": "sacreddeamon", "message": " Thokk\n\n Balls... Well, looks like we don't have much of a choice, unless we use that hole place to ferry people back and forth for the time bein... \n\nThe dwarf looks around for a second before hurrying over to the rope. He then turns around and motions to Fizahn and Aeroz\n\n C'mon lads, we gotta get up here before the half breed can let go and clamber up himself " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel helps Katrine into one of the boats that's still upright before extending a hand out to druid and helping him aboard. \" I don't know what he did, but everyone should get the rope and join Callos. I'll go with Yix and try to find a way to get everyone out of here. \"\n\nOnce everyone's out of danger, and the water, Tiriel will ride the boat until she's able to take to the air." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nAs the boat flips and Callos plunges to the otherside, Ssathiya allows himself to submerge and dives for the bottom of the channel.\n\nSwimming downward, he sinks his claws into the ground and begins to pull himself to the side away from the current. His body somersaults as his hands anchor him down and his head faces the oncoming current. Keeping his body low on the bed, he claws his way from the center. Occasionally his grip comes loose but he grabs hold and continues moving.\n\nOOC: he will emerge when he is against a wall.\nSwim: 10,16 (Rolls=9,15 +7-6) I dunno if this is rough or stormy. if it's rough and i'm allowed to take 10, i will.\nStrength checks: 20, 4, 20, 8 (Rolls=18,2,18,6 +2)\nHold breath:64 rounds" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan\n\n At once, the half-elf slumps back in the boat in relief. The stop was not as smooth as he had hoped, but everyone, with Callos' and Tiriels assistance, should be able to be safely taken down the fall. All he had to do now was wait for everyone to enter Callos' dimensional creation and then enjoy a nice ride down current with Tiriel." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nHeeding Callos' advice without his usual comment, Aeroz makes his way to the rope and climbs down into the safe area that the necromancer created." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" Khazrael, how long does this spell last ? \" The answer goes some way towards reassuring him.\n\nHe repeats over and over to Lissa who is clutching him tightly. \" It will be fine. It will be fine... \"\n\nWhen he realizes it is becoming more of a jabber, he stops.\n\nFinally admitting, however disheartedly, that he can't do anything more for the remaining boats, he goes to the end of the tunnel and slowly starts the descent. He refuses to look down - he has never been one for heights. Though he tries to keep an eye out in case Achkby or Khazrael need help." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael, Achkby, and Adalmar (carrying Lissa) scuttle past Lumpy towards the opening just past him. Clinging to the walls, they watch the water cascade downward into the darkness. The roar of the waterfall is deafening. The effect is both awe inspiring, disorienting, and terrifying.\n\nLumpy grits his teeth as he presses his limbs and neck against the slick rock as hard as he can, fighting the current for every inch. His efforts allow Katrin and Tiriel to stabilize the lead boat, which in turns gives Callos the chance to clamber aboard and create his rope trick. \n\nThe necromancer climbs up into the extradimensional space, followed one by one by Thokk, Trinark, Aeroz, and Elthan. Down below, Tiriel nods, and Katrin grabs the rope and joins the others.\n\nElthan pokes his head out of the sanctuary and makes eye contact with Lumpy and Tiriel in turn. He nods, then dispels the spell enlarging the half-orc. As Lumpy shrinks, he grabs on to the rope with one hand. The boats shudder, then accelerate over the precipice, plunging to their destruction.\n\nTiriel, left alone in the lead boat, steps off of its prow into empty space just as it tips over the edge of the waterfall. Calmly, she extends her wings and soars into the vast cavern beyond. Yix flies by her side, his tail flicking from side to side with pleasure.\n\nLumpy watches Tiriel sail off safely into the darkness, then climbs hand over hand up into Callos' little hideaway. He takes a quick headcount. There are seven people in the magic sanctuary, four of you clinging to the walls at the tunnel's end, and Tiriel and Yix are flying safely. He double checks his count then asks, \"Where's the lizardman?\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter leaving the boats Tiriel spends a moment simply enjoying the freedom that flying gives her. It had been quite sometime since she'd had an opportunity to just relax, for even a moment, with her feet off the ground.\n\nSeeing Yix gently reminds her that others are waiting on here. With a small sigh she starts examining her surroundings hoping to find some dry land." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael skitters down the sheer wall alongside the waterfall, keeping his distance to avoid both the cold water and the threat of it dislodging him.\nHe scans the area constantly, looking for any sort of shelf or ledge on which to rest. He cautiously eyes the space just before the drop as he edges away from it, wondering what will become of his friends if no solution is found." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n\n Yix flaps his wings lazily, looking around for a place to relax for a bit. This night was bringing to much excitement for this small dragon." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel soars through the darkness. She is the party's only source of light. In the otherwise complete darkness, it is difficult to maintain a sense of scale, and at times she appears to be as small as a firefly.\n\nEven those with darkvision have difficulty making out the limits of the chamber. Tiriel and Yix make an aerial survey and discover that the entire gallery appears to be an underground canyon carved by the rushing water.\n\nThe tunnel opening is an irregular diamond shape in a tall but narrow rock wall.\n\nThe ceiling of the cave lies about 50 feet above the waterfall opening and is made up of stalactites and curtains of rock. The chamber floor lies 200 feet below and is an irregular \"V\" in cross-section with scattered stalagmites further creating complex terrain.\n\nThe valley seems to stretch indefinitely into the distance with the stream, having reformed down below, wending its way east once again.\n\nTiriel spots a flat, open space down below, far enough away from the waterfall's base to be dry and relatively quiet. She hovers at the top of the waterfall, but the roar of the crashing water is too loud, and she can't make herself heard.\n\nInstead, Yix uses his telepathic abilities to update the party members, serving as a link between those in the rope trick sanctuary and those clinging to the wet rock.\n\nQuickly the news spreads: The lizardman is missing ... " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nBefore he started on the long way down, a quick glance at Thokk climbing a rope and disappearing informed him that they were mostly safe. It became easier to go down - no lingering sensation of having betrayed companions.\n\nIn the darkness, he has to be even more careful. Luckily, it seems the wall is very smooth - no unexpected ledges - so that the spell is enough.\n\nHe thinks back to Yix : \" He is not with us. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKnowing he can't be heard over the din of the waterfall, he instead tries pushing his thoughts back to the little dragon, trying to communicate as it does.\n\n He was in the water, did he go over, or is he still up there?\n\n He glances up to the top of the waterfall, then down towards the bottom.\n\n If Raskoruran is at the top, he is holding on and may need help to get down. If he's at the bottom, he is dead or dying.\n \nThose outside of the shelter can barely make out Khazrael as he swarms down the sheer wall, determined to locate the Lizardkin." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark, safely within the extra dimensional space feels the bottom of his stomache drop out. The cold, eptiness he suddenly felt was far worse than any thing subteranian water could cause. He makes a quick check of those within the space with him, as close to panic as he had been for... well, a long time. His friend, his dear friend was missing because he had not been concentrating enough. He hadn't been keeping track of his surroundings and now look where it had lead. It was irrational to blame himself, he knew, but he couldn't help it.\n\n\" Are you sure there is no sign of him? \" he thinks back at Yix." }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix flies back towards the falls, checking to see if the lizardkin really is missing." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAll Lissa can really do at this point is cling onto Adalmar, hoping against hope that she doesn't lose her grip and that if she does, her knots hold. Why did I think this was such a great idea again? Oh yeah. Waterfall. I hate being helpless! And it's so dark... ah, that sparks an idea! Lissa clings on extra-tight with one arm and both legs, freeing her right hand for just a few moments. With a gesture and a few words in Gnomish, Lissa's trademark quartet of pastel-colored dancing lights pop into existence over Adalmar's head. The moment the spell is done, her right arm is holding on again. \"There we go, that ought to help a little.\" \n\nLissa's heart sinks at Yix's announcement. \"Oh no...\" she murmurs. \n\n\nOOC: Cast dancing lights and keep them over Adalmar." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix streaks back and forth across the waterfall, keeping just far enough away to not get caught in the water's grip. A heavy mist dampens the little dragon, but he continues to zig zag as he probes for any sign of the lost druid.\n\nThe pseudodragon is rewarded when he senses a tiny flash of consciousness. As the lizardman regains consciousness, his mind registers wet, cold, dark ... Yix senses this as well and relays a message to the others, He is alive! " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, unable to muster the courage to hang from the ceiling by three limbs for the time it would take him to cast a spell, continues to suffer the darkness. He does his best to climb after the sounds of Khazrael scrabbling ahead. Unlike the other sorcerer, he begins the decent feet first, peering about to see if he can find the others.\n\nWhen Lissa conjures her own light, the halfling utters a small prayer to every member of the pantheon he can think of.\n\nThen he looks down." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Where is he? She asks Yix. While she waits for the little reptile's response Tiriel flies toward the island she'd spotted earlier. She lands and upends her bag in the middle of it; being careful to keep everything together in one pile. She then returns to the air with only her sword and her empty pack, waiting to hear what Yix has found out." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's heart sinks at hearing that the lizardman is nowhere to be found, but rises again when Yix transmits that he is alive. Yix... do you know where he is, or what condition he's in? \nTo the others in the rope trick space, she says \"We have to find some way to get out of here; this space isn't going to last forever... Any ideas? This rope seems to be anchored pretty securely, maybe we could attach other ropes to it and climb down on those... although I don't know how I'd do that and hold onto this rope at the same time.\" \n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark echoes the other's thoughts with his own, sighing with evident relief. The churning of his stomache settled somewhat, though the remains of his consternation still battled with his empty interior.\n\n\" Where is he? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \"Whats all the ruckus about this place falling apart? We have a good six hours until it expels us back into the river so no rush. I plan on trying to catch some sleep while we figure out a way around this waterfall problem.\" Came the slightly annoyed response from Callos. The necromancer was stretched out on his back, both hands palms up resting on his forehead. The tall lanky man looked exhausted, what with almost all of his arcane energies being used. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby gulps and starts down.\n\n Alright. Here we go. Brandobaris, lend me your grace. Right foot up... there, there... down. Hand, slide down... yes. Foot up... there, down. Good. Hand... yes. Foot... yes.\n\nWhew. Okay. I can do this. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As long as the rope dangles down and holds the opening of the sanctuary open, the party members within the space are able to perceive Yix's telepathic messages.\n\nThe lizardman is alive, but where is he?\n\nThrough Yix, the druid's perceptions are relayed to the rest of you. Of course there is the deafening roar of falling water. You also perceive wet stone. The lizardman is still only semi-conscious. His eyes must be closed because you get no visual images." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nThe Drow's heart goes out to the lizardman. He wishes there was something that he could do, but untill everyone else was safe there was nothing that could really be done. At least the lizardman was alive and his condition stable. He seemed tired more than scared, but then Lizardmen were far removed from most of the humanoids you delt with on a daily basis and the percieved feelings could be verry different from the actual ones. Trinark settles down for a long wait while things settle down." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" I can help ! \", he shouts - of course the main result is that Lissa jumps in surprise, since only his fellow spiderclimbers can hear him. He smiles apologetically, then thinks the same message to Yix.\n\nUpon reaching the bottom of the wall, he helps Lissa release herself from the rope - to their mutual relief. Pausing to catch his breath, he concentrates and casts a spell.\n\nVery focused now, he inspects quickly the bottom of the falls. But if he's alive, he is probably still up there - gripping a rock. \nHe starts climbing back up - without any eagerness, but because he has to.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMy sheet is down, but I know I had prepared Embrace the Wild (and Hunter's Mercy), which I cast now : I gain Blindsense 30ft and +2 Spot, Listen for 70min. Blindsense especially should help.\nAdalmar still has his rope around the waist and with Lissa's permission will borrow her Light.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel searches the \"base\" of the falls looking for any sign of the missing druid. If that fails, she'll head back up towards the mouth of the waterfall, taking the side opposite of Adalmar." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHaving reached the base of the falls, he pauses to think.\n \nWet. Cold. Loud. That sounds like the past two weeks of my life. Still, maybe...\n\n Still pensive, he steps slowly towards the base of the falls. His eyes scan the darkness for any sign--or even any likely location for the Lizardman's location, including debris from the boats or dropped gear. Heavy footfalls carry him close enough for the sound to drown everything out, for the spray to soak him to the bone. To try and experience exactly what Yix described.\n \n\"GET UP! GET UP YOU BASTARD! I am not going to spend all night swimming the Styx to find you!\" \n\nHis voice grows hoarse as he shouts in Draconic, but his mind remains focused." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nWhen he reaches the bottom of the falls, Achkby closes his eyes and takes deep breaths until his knees stop shaking.\n I didn't know what a blessing it was to be close to the ground. I think I'd like stay this way. \n\nAs Adalmar tries to grasp at the glowing orbs that dart about Lissa's head, Achkby tiredly withdraws a slingstone from the little pouch at his belt and mutters a few words that suffuse the flat pebble in a thin, yellowy glow. After a moment's hesitation, he passes the stone over to the warrior.\n\" Don't lose it. It's lucky. \"\n\nWhen Adalmar leaves, Achkby takes a quick look around, and edges towards Lissa, standing awkwardly less than an armspan from the gnome.\n Should I be doing something about the Druid? Lissa will want to... \n\" Ah, what now? \"" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix \n\n\nNot knowing what to do, Yix waits and listens tosee if he can hear the lizardkin." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is feeling impatient and nervous, and wants to get something done while the others wait around in a continually disintegrating extradimensional space. She pulls the rope trick rope up into the extradimensional space. \"Does anyone else have any rope I can borrow? I'll probably need at least 200 feet more to reach the bottom of the falls.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman slowly regains consciousness. The second to last thing he remembers is being surprised by the force of the underwater current. The last thing he remembers is being swept toward the waterfall's edge when one of his handholds crumbles ...\n\nHe opens his eyes and blinks as he reorients himself. He is in a cave of some kind, carved from countless centuries of flowing water. There is no light, but his darkvision reveals that the cave appears to be approximately 50 feet wide and 100 feet deep. The entrance is a wall of rushing water.\n\nHe recognizes the contact with Yix and finds the reptilian empathic link comforting. I am safe. he projects.\n\nYix relays this back to his companions.\n\nKatrin looks to her companions for more rope. If they want to rappel down the sides of the waterfall, they will need at least three lengths she calculates. Alternatively, she supposes Tiriel could ferry them down to the base one-by-one if there is enough time." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "I'll be in Boston this weekend, but try to post anyways. Peace.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Whew. Thanks, Yix! \n\nAchkby smiles a nervous, relieved smile. He sits stifly, happy to wait until someone else rescues the Druid." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n \nTiriel finds some relief in knowing that the druid is safe. She continues her assent until she reaches the top of the falls. Looking up to where the end of the rope disappears she says, \" So now what? S hould I take someone back down with me? \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Ssathiya, Lizardkin Druid \n\nThe previous night had been an ordeal on its own right, the brush with watery death sapped all remaining strength out of him. Slumping to the ground, he undoes the inner trappings of his hide and rolls his pack beside him before fading into unconsciousness.\n\nHis harsh breathing slows and quietens." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n \nHe's safe, but where in Gehenna is he? \n\nKhazrael's battered body cannot long keep up the search. He returns to Lissa and Akhby's location, suggesting that perhaps Raskoruran was caught on a ledge or some other odd geographical feature.\n\n\"If he's safe, then we need to focus on our friends up top. I don't have any rope or anything, but if Tiriel can carry me, then maybe she can carry them.\"\n\nHe goes silent for a moment. Heavy bloodloss makes it hard to concentrate.\n\n\"We need...we need to rest somewhere. All of us. My magic energy's all burned up.\"\n\nHe coughs so hard that a feather actually dislodges itself from his head and drifts to the ground. He squints at the two for a moment.\n\n\"If you aren't doing anything else, why don't you two search for a spot? I'll hit the other end of the chasm. Look for something with only one avenue of approach.\"\n\nA hand slides to his belt and he produces a large knife. He turns to leave.\n\n\"And be careful.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Dr._Bob \n Tiriel and Yix make an aerial survey and discover that the entire gallery appears to be an underground canyon carved by the rushing water.\n\nThe tunnel opening is an irregular diamond shape in a tall but narrow rock wall.\n\nThe ceiling of the cave lies about 50 feet above the waterfall opening and is made up of stalactites and curtains of rock. The chamber floor lies 200 feet below and is an irregular \"V\" in cross-section with scattered stalagmites further creating complex terrain.\n\nThe valley seems to stretch indefinitely into the distance with the stream, having reformed down below, wending its way east once again.\n\nTiriel spots a flat, open space down below, far enough away from the waterfall's base to be dry and relatively quiet. \n \n\nThe lizardman drops off to sleep before orienting himself, cutting off any way for Yix (and by extension the rest of the party) to locate him. Reassured, however, that the druid is safe for the moment, the rest of the party focuses on getting away from the waterfall.\n\nKatrin knots the rope into a harness of sorts, allowing Tiriel to firmly grip each of the party members. Tiriel ferries each party member, including the ones clinging to the rock walls, one by one to the open area she and Yix had scouted earlier.\n\nThe area is essentially a stone bowl, perhaps 30 feet in diameter. The edges of the bowl are made up of a ring of stalagmites, providing a measure of security, should the dark cavern prove to be uninhabited.\n\nCold, damp, and somewhat demoralized, the party huddles together at the bottom of the bowl. The light sources keep the darkness at bay, but generate no heat. Field rations are consumed, though most of you find yourselves with little appetite. The roar of the waterfall, though diminished by distance, is incessant.\n\nOn the positive side, the locator rune appears to have faded from Lissa's neck, whether because she is now \"out of range\" or because the flowing water somehow blocks its effect.\n\nTaking shifts, as usual, you manage to finally get some rest, for the first time in who knows how long. Sleep and meditation take a little bit of the edge off of your misery. You awaken refreshed, but surrounded by darkness and the sound of rushing water.\n\n...\n\nThe first order of business is to retrieve the druid. Yix flies back to waterfall and manages to triangulate a location for the lizardman. To the pseudodragon's surprise, the druid appears to be behind the waterfall, close to its top.\n\nBack at the \"camp\", Trinark frowns. The drow is used to this kind of environment, and more than anyone else in the party should be at home here, but something seems somehow wrong to him. For the Upperdark, this cavern appears to be a bit too quiet. Though caverns like this often appear barren of life to members of the surface races, the drow is used to at least some signs of the usual Upperdark fauna - cave fish, bats, the occasional kobold, etc. The drow quickly surveys the area and find no signs of life at all." }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\n\" Strange... \" he mutters to himself in undercommon as his watch ends and he prepares to meditate for his deities blessings. He elaborates in common for the benefit of everyone else.\n\n\" It is strange here. I would expect some... \" he searches for the right phrase, \" signs of life... in a place like this. \" He pauses as he mentally translates the next part. \" There is no movement in the water. I was thinking of food, \" he hints, \" and how I used to sometimes fish in the under-dark lakes as a child. Dangerous to fish. Difficult to see what's in water sometimes, but there is always something. Now... now I see nothing. \"\n\nHe looks, discomfort clear on his face, at the complete stillness that was the water before them. Barely a ripple even reached this far from the waterfall." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nRest and recuperation have worked wonders for Khazrael. With freshly applied kohl, a full night's sleep, and refilled inner energy, he seems almost unaffected by the previous day's harrowing events, save for his slight pallor and slowly healing bite wound.\n\nHe catches Trinark's remark just as he returns to the group, and offers, \"I hate to suggest this, given that I was just washing in it, but there might be something wrong with the water. Maybe it's poisoned or something.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis sleep is agitated, but dreamless. He wakes up to a world of darkness. Not sure what to do, he busies himself feeding Kir." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nSsathiya awakens from his slumber. Picking himself up he examines his surroundings more throughly this time after donning his armor.\n\nIf the cave has nothing of interest, he eats a meal and prays for his spells.\n\nHe peers carefully from the edge of the cave mouth for a clear path to climb down with little risk of being washed away. Seeing no other alternative he will climb down and try to locate his friends.\n\nHe carves a short prayer of thanks to Semuanya in Druidic near the cave mouth before doing so.\n\nOOC: If there is another path down from the cave i'll follow it. If not i'll just spider climb myself and climb down and follow Yix or Tiriel if they fly and guide me to the others." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nAfter awakening, Katrin retrieves her crossbow, sword, throwing daggers, bolts, and the rest of her usual gear from her Handy Haversack, so she can access it more easily.\n \"That is strange... Trinark, what explanation could there be for this? I don't know very much about the Underdark, but during the time I was in the Underdark before, there was a lot more life, as you said.\" " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n Yix sensing the lizardkins mind tries to communicate with him \"How are you faring my friend?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter resting Tiriel upends her bag of holding and hands Trinark his armor before donning her own. Tiriel feels much more secure with her armor, her sword, and a \"night's\" rest. Yawning, she says, \" I should go check on the druid. He may need help getting to us. I don't know anything about wildlife, but from what we saw last time in the Underdark it is rather empty here. We should probably get moving again soon. \"\nTirel leaves and try to locate Rasko with Yix's help. She'll do what she can to assist him down the falls and then ferry him to the island if needed." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n 'I live to hunt another day'\n\n is the telepathic reply Yix receives in return. The sense of elation is quickly replaced with another of determination.\n \n'Sethra and his dead.. abominations.. will not be spared so easily' .\n\n There are occasional pauses as he recalls an odd common word or two.\nHe confirms that Spider-man(Callos)'s magic saved all the others and that he would mimic Feathers' spell and climb down as soon as he could find a path." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman examines the small cave but finds little of interest. Standing at the cave's mouth, he touches the wall of water and can immediately feels its downward drag.\n\nIt soon becomes apparent that the druid's cave lies just below the upper lip of the waterfall. Perhaps the rock was softer here and was slowly eroded over time. When the druid was swept over the edge he must have somehow managed to catch the lip and tumble into the cave. Or perhaps Semuanya truly watches over him and guided him to safety ...\n\nGetting out of the cave proves to be a bit of a challenge. Simply climbing out proves to be almost impossible, even with the help of a spider climb spell, due to the force of the falling water. In the end, using Yix's telepathic coordination, the druid and half-angel hit upon a bold plan.\n\nThe lizardman retreats to the back of the cave, then charges towards the opening, plunging directly into the waterfall itself. The water drags him downward, but as he pierces the front face of the waterfall, Tiriel swoops down from above, catches him under his arms and then peels him away from the waterfall.\n\nThe gamble pays off, and Tiriel ferries the druid back to the shelter of the stalagmite surrounded camp. Someone has produced an everburning torch so that the humans aren't left in complete darkness.\n\nRefreshed and relatively dry, the party reorients itself. Underground, the temperature is cool, but not freezing. The underground stream continues to wend its way east, presumbly untimately emptying into (or under, Trinark points out) Lake Ashane. It might be possible to follow the stream to its destination.\n\nThe lack of life in this area remains concerning. The water itself is not obviously toxic. You consider the possibility of a predator nearby, making some of you nervous about having the torch bared." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" For the gods sake Trinark, why do you have to bring up things like that right now?! I. Don't. Care. About. The. Lack. Of. Life. We just escaped from a battle that should have been the end of us in every sense of the word, and when we finally get a place to relax, you speak up with the 'This place is unnatural'. You know what? Let it be unnatural. For once, just once, let us see something disturbing and unnatural and do nothing about it . I'm tired, hurt, sleepy, grumpy, wet, and cold. A demon prince could come out of that stream and as long as he devoured my immortal essence quietly, I'd let him! Want to know something else? I have nothing left. Nothing. I'm running on the proverbial arcane fumes here. All I have, is the spell I cast up in the cistern and its of no use to us, not to mention I have to get up in the morning and crack open Elthan's, Feather Boy's, and...and...and that other guy's thoughts so that I might be able to try and rest easy at night without worrying about some Sethra or undead possessed person trying to knife me in the jugular vein. Lets not even talk about glow girl, cause thats a whole new can of worms and believe me when I say you don't want to go there! \" Callos was panting by the time he had finished with his little rant, unable to keep in his frustration and irriatation any longer. It had just been poor Trinark's misfortune to hapeen to draw his attention when it had happened. And most of it was true as well, Callos was cold, wet, and tired as hell. The grown man looked as if he was ready to break down and cry from frustration....if it wasn't for the wild look in his eyes.\n " }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n With the seemingly grand feat done, Yix finally calms his mind and prepares for the task ahead." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Then shut up or do something Callos. Yelling at people isn't going to help anyone and we all feel like crap, not just you. \n At least we managed to get some rest. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You hear a strange mewing sound off in the darkness.\n\nAfter a while, you are able to recognize it. It is the crying of a small child." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan, still huddling against the incline of the bowl after a poor rest, shows his first sign of activity by following Callos as he rants. Awaiting Tiriels accompanying snap, he attempts to cover up a short chortle of laughter. Swiftly, he calms himself down from the thought and proceeds to nod in agreement with Tiriel.\n\n\"I agree. Trinark did not suggest anything more than what you yourself said, that we should just move on hoping whatever it is doesn't bother us on the way out. Outburst won't help if you don't listen in the first place.\n\n\"As for the mind-reading, you know just what you'll get out of it. If you want me to speak my mind, all you need to do is ask. Besides, I'm not sure our two companions will agree to the act.\"" }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nThe dark elve's face remains impasive throughout the tirade. Callos' breakdown had been a long time in coming. He was thankfull he had not collapsed completely as his own reserves of calm and serenity were starting to run low as well and comforting a broken humanoid was just a little beyond him at the moment. Living in mortal fear on this scale was not something that one should have to endure often, even in the underdark.\n\nHis keen elven ears are among the first to notice the keening of the child's cry. His brow furrows. This was more than unusual. No living thing within sight or hearing untill suddenly this... It made him even more uneasy.\n\n\" However much you do not want to deal with danger at the moment, Callos, I suspect that danger has just found us. \"\n\nHe pans his head from left to right trying to divine the direction of the sound." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"Does anyone else hear that? It sounds like a hurt animal, or... or a child crying...\" Katrin carefully and slowly approaches the sound, with her hand on the the hilt of her sword, looking for the source of the sound. ...but what would a child be doing in the Underdark? If it's a child from the town, then how could it have escaped? \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The crying seems to be coming from the stream up ahead.\n\nThokk is among the first to leap over the edge of the protective stalagmite wall and run towards the child.\n\n\"I see her!\" the dwarf calls back over his shoulder as he disappears from view behind an enormous rock column. There is a loud splash.\n\nSeveral other members of the party also split off to investigate the noise. Some head off in one direction. Others in a different direction.\n\nKatrin moves forward more cautiously, holding an everburning torch. Trinark stands at her side, his face uncharacteristically grim. The drow now knows what is happening and realizes that the party is in a tremendous amount of danger. \"I think that you might want to put out that torch ...\" he whispers to Katrin.\n\nTiriel and the lizardman join them as those of you that remain (including Callos, Elthan, Khazrael, Adalmar, and Yix) peer into the darkness, wondering where everyone else went ...\n\n\nOOC: Message left for DS/Trinark in the Private Conversations thread ... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n In the choking darkness, Khazrael fusses with his hair in his hand mirror.\n\n\"Did she say something about a kid? Yeah, THAT'S not a trap.\"\n\nOnce satisfied with his hair, he calmly strolls forward in an effort to rejoin the others." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nThe druid had embraced a relieved Trinark on his return and had listened and agreed with his concerns. Knowing relatively little outside his native experience in the underdark and the rare scroll or skin about the Deep Earth in his mentor's huts had been sketchy at best , he was unable to help with his otherwise extensive knowledge on natural flora and fauna. . Unable to spot any tracks or other signs he could identify, he'd agreed with the general concern to move on just as the cry came.\n\nFrowning he looks at Trinark's face in puzzlement. The expression that settles on it is sufficient for Ssathiya to react instinctively.\n\nHe swings up the club from his belt and hefts his shield onto his other arm.\nWith his back to the group, he peers into the gloom, even up at the ceiling for a possible aerial attack.\n\n \"Keep the light\" , he growls softly as Trinark advises they extinguish it.\n\n \"We need. It no need\" he explains ineloquently.\nOOC:\nReady action" }, { "author": "Spaz", "message": " Yix\n\n \"Whats going on? Yix relays to the members that scattered off into the darkness. He peers around looking around for anything to entertain himself while the others run around. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is worried when he first hear the plaintive sounds, but he is bound to stay with the torchbearers for now. I am becoming a liability - maybe I should light my own... On the other hand, who knows how long we will spend down here. \n\n\" Where did the dwarf go ? Let's follow him ! \" He draws his sword - who knows what kind of predators inhabit this nightmare realm ?" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Oh yes, follow the dwarf who has lunch with death itself every couple of tendays! We are in a dark cave Adalmar, one which could have a million and one creatures out to turn us into a midday snack. \" Aeroz exclaims in response to the Archer's suggestion." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\n\"No!\" shouts Elthan in swift protest to Adalmar. As his voice echo's around the cavern, it is apparent his voice has quite more power than could be summed by looking or traveling with him. Elthan himself seems a bit surprised at this as well Clearly, he was just as stressed as Callos was. However, he carries on with the thought, albeit a bit softer.\n\n\"I do not like this. They all just, split off. To go chase a voice in the darkness? I know they know better than that. They know better than to ring a bell that never rang. Just, just stay here for now, Adalmar. I do not like this.\"\n\nAlready standing up and rested enough to replenish his strength, he cast Mage Armor upon himself, making him illuminate the area for a brief moment before fading." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark reconsiders about the torch when the druid speaks, \"You're right, my friend.\"\n\n If there are indeed aboleths about, they already know where we are, and the humans will need the light. \n\nLumpy, uncharacteristically rash, follows Thokk out of sight. Fizahn, Achkby and Lissa are also missing. Did they run off or are they nearby?" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n The necromancer sat up abruptly as he heard the sound of a child's scream, eyes darting from side to side as if to locate the source of it. He knew it! He had known it! He had even warned all of the others about it but nnoooo why listen to him?\n\n\n...Alright, perhaps that part didn't need nearly as much explanation.\n\n\" Trinark...do we need to leave? Answer honestly. \" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis face takes on a stubborn expression. \" I am not saying we run after him. But he had found something . \" He is also quite clearly avoiding Elthan.\n\nHe takes out an everburning torch from his backpack, and holds it in his left hand ; he also straps his buckler on. At the same time, he's calling one of the only names his brain can come up with now : \" Lissa ? Where are you ? \" He starts very low, but steadily increases the volume and he won't mind shouting if she doesn't reply." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWhen his short search turns up no sign of the missing, he shouts to the others, \"We've got a problem! If the others wandered into a trap, they're in trouble unless we show up, and we're in just as deep if they all die and leave us here alone!\"\n\nAt a loss for ideas, he moves a hand to his chest and mutters a bitter-sounding phrase in a long-forgotten language. His pupils dilate and he gazes in the direction of the sound that drew the dwarf just moments before.\n\n((OOC: Casting Detect Magic, which should register any currently in effect or lingering traces of already used spells in a 60ft cone emanating from Khazrael's position. It's focused on the area Thokk ran towards.))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n ...damn. It's a trap... there must be some type of creature over there, trying to lure us to it so it can eat us or something... Katrin stops advancing, peering warily towards the area where Thokk disappeared. \"Trinark, you can see in the dark--can you tell what's out there? I can't see anything within the torchlight.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" You've got to be kidding me. \"\nShe's been in the group long enough to no longer be surprised by rash actions, but charging off into the dark is more stupid than rash.\n\" As much as it pains me to say it, I agree with Callos in this matter. Trinark if you know what's out there please share, because I'd rather not charge after those already committed to meeting the reaper unless I have too. \"\n\nTiriel draws her sword and peers into the dark, her vision is better than a normals humans but she'd still quickly lost sight of those who'd left." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nTiriel's darkvision picks up Khazrael's reaction to her words. He turns, and even against the numb gray brought on by the darkness, his eyes seem eerily sharp. He spits, \"Drop the attitude! They'd risk their lives for yours! Why not sweep the river by air and look for them instead of cowering in the dark?\"\n\nHe returns to sweeping the area he originally set his magically-enhanced gaze on, striding forward slowly and steadily as he does so." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Don't you ever talk to Tiriel that way again feather head. She's demonstrated her bravery and loyalty on more then one occasion and for you to insult her integrity...NEVER do that. Are we understood? \"\n\nCame the chillingly cold voice from Callos as he rose up to his feet in the dark. An odd sort of outrage was filtering in past the quiet terror he was feeling. Odd for lots a reasons but mostly because he even cared that someone was insulting a woman that he utterly despised with every fiber of his being. Maybe it was cause only he should be allowed to do it.\n\nHe sure as hell didn't know but his tone did soften as the sound of brushing his clothes free of dirt. \" Besides, she's not suggesting we just 'cower' here. Just we don't act like a bunch of damn fools and go running off.\" \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark shakes his head. \"There is no point in looking for our friends. If I am right, they are already dead. And we shall be too, if we do not leave immediately.\"\n\n\"I doubt that you would have a word for these abominations in your language. We call them aboleths and avoid them at all costs.\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n\n Though Callos can't see it, Khazrael's face twists into a vitriolic snarl.\n\n\"What in Acheron is wrong with you people?! Wake up! A perfectly logical orc runs off after a baby that has no business being down here, our friends mysteriously vanish, and you're acting like it's no big deal and we should just leave?! Where are the warriors that took out the two-headed troll?! Where are the people who stood against a hundred dead and WON?!\"\n\nHe spins on his heels to look at Katrin.\n\n\"This falls to us, then, Katrin? I don't believe that one Aboleth could beat half our group before we even knew it existed. If Lumpy or Thokk are still alive, the three of us should be able to take care of anything that's lurking around here. When you three are ready to grow up, you're free to join us.\"\n \n\"Raskoruran, I hope you're on my side here--every wasted word is a step towards death for the missing.\" \n\nHe slips his dagger from his belt and cautiously starts walking in the direction he saw Lumpy go. As he leaves, he mumbles something and gestures at the figures behind him.\n\n Little Dragon, can you see in the dark, too? Help me look, but stay out of sight! We're all dead if they've killed the others.\n\n ((OOC: Casting Message on the others in sight before moving towards Lumpy's last location.))" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThough he can't bring himself to be as scalding as Khazrael, Adalmar finds himself agreeing. How can they so desensitized ? Wait, are they actually some band of villains ? The half-elf...\n\nBut, no, Tiriel, she can't be. \n\nHe steps forward. \" I agree. We can't abandon them just like that. I won't pretend I know you \" - and this time his eyes are fixed on Elthan - \" and I don't know those aboleths but I have to try. I have lost enough friends. I won't just flee. \"\nHis voice, shaky at first, becomes firm after the first few words. Lissa... \n\nTorch and sword in hands, he joins Khazrael, shares a look with him. \" Besides, how do we avoid this invincible creature ? Tiriel, you really could help. \"" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \nHis first reaction had been a rising fury as the humans began to bicker when a powerful creature was stalking them out there.\n\nBut the fury was doused as Trinark surprised him with his suggestion to leave them for dead.\nHe turns to look at his closest companion and his voice is quiet, soft and non-acusatory.\n\n \"I have never known you to feel.. such fear. You single-handedly saved my .. our lives many times. If there is truly something here that makes you say this then I fear for all of us........But I will not leave them.\" \n\nHe turns away and fixes his eyes back into the darkness.\n\nThe next words come as a whisper.\n \"Go now. While there is still time.\"\n\n There is only sadness and finality in his words and the druid speaks no more. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" It may just be the stereotypes talking, but when the drow are afraid of something then it will always be best to run away, quickly. \" Aeroz states in a matter-of-fact fashion." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" ...If I could see you right now, I'd probably punch you. You don't hear very well, do you? Do you know why we got as far as we have? Because we, usually, take a moment to assess the situation before rushing off into in and not go running into danger. It may seem callous to you, but every second we spread preparing is another percent that we don't die in the process of attempting a rescue. \" He said flatly, looking around in the darkness futilely for...well anything. Even being able to find Khazrael would have a bonus to follow throw on the threatened blow. But when Trinark spoke, he couldn't help but pause and glance in that general direction, voice solemn. \" Trinark...are you certain? You do not believe there is even a chance? \"\n\nWaiting quietly for the answer before fumbling around for his back pack, spell book, and other belongings. Pulling them all unto his own shoulder as a cold numb feeling began to fill him up. \" Druid...we need you with us. You must remember the greater hunt here! Sethra must pay for everything he has done and plans to do, especially for what he did to the hatchling Sheyra. I know it hurts but...we need to keep in mind the greater goal. Keep the remaining pack alive and well druid so the pack left behind will not have gone beyond for nothing. Please...stay. Too many might have been lost today for us to lose another. \" \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"I don't know, Khazrael. I trust Trinark's judgement on this. Anything that could kill Thokk and Lumpy this quickly can easily take the rest of us out, and someone has to alert the Iron Lord. If we all die here, then we will have died for nothing. I suggest that we try to determine whether Thokk, Lumpy, Lissa, Achkby, and Fizahn are actually dead or alive before we do anything else. And keep away from the water...\"\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Do what you want, but I am not going to join their reckless charge.\nIt seems to me that there's a good chance that at least one of them was enchanted and was used to try and lure the rest of us over ... there.\n\nLet's get going, if it's nothing they'll catch up, otherwise, I'd much rather be safe than sorry. We're so close to our goal, it'd be a shame if none of us ever made it. \"\n\nooc: dr.Bob, is there \"dry\" land that we can walk on? Or are we going to have to find some other way to get out of the \"cave\"?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The two torches provide enough light to see each other's faces clearly.\n\nFor perhaps the first time, the drow's calm countenance twists into an expression of ... is it annoyance, or perhaps truly fear? A moment later, he composes his features again.\n\n\"It would take too much time for me to explain in words ...\"\n\nThe drow closes his eyes and sends images to Yix, which the pseudodragon in turn relays to the others nearby.\n\nYou perceive through your mind's eye an enormous fish-like, amphibian aberration with three eyes set in the midline, burning with unnatural cunning and intelligence. The creature has three horrific, pulsating orifices set along the bottom of its smooth belly. It has several writhing tentacles and secretes a rancid, nauseating slime.\n\nThe beast is depicted in the gray-green shades of darkvision . The aboleth is at least as large as the fell troll you battled just yesterday.\n\nTrinark adds words to his thought-picture, \"The aboleth has ... (what is your word for it?) ... psionic powers that can break one's mind and bend it to the aboleth's will, and its touch dissolves flesh. No doubt our friends have succumbed to its illusions.\"\n\nYou receive a new image, one of a drow child wading out into a shallow pool of water, reaching for a glittering bauble. Suddenly the child is grabbed by a slimy tentacle, his skin immediately turning translucent as it begins to dissolve. He opens his mouth to scream only to choke on a thick mucus that fills his lungs, suffocating him to death ...\n\n\"And even worse, it is possible that we may be dealing with a brood of aboleths, not just one ...\"\n\nThe telepathic images and words fade from your minds, replaced by the plaintive cries of the lost girl ...\n\n\nOOC: The cries are coming from downstream. The cavern itself is enormous, however, and between Trinark and Adalmar, you are likely to be able to find a path through the stalagmite forest that avoids the stream. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Alright, time to catch up!\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby spent the night fitfully. The unnatural sound of water echoing was utterly unnerving. He woke frequently, the lack of a moon bothering him more than it ever had before. He had exhausted his spell energies drying and warming himself and his friends the night before, which usually plunged him into a deep, exhausted slumber. But not tonight.\n\nHe had laid out his sopping (before liberal applications of Prestidigitation ) bedroll near Lissa and Fizahn, hoping to take comfort from sleeping with people his size, but it helped little. He woke early, when only Lumpy was awake, from the sound of it. Not daring to venture away from the others, he sat on top of his bedroll for his 'morning' meditation. He heard Lissa wake at some point, but ignored her, taking solace in the familiar patterns of the arcane that swam at the fuzzy edges of his consciousness.\n\nWhen others had arisen, Achkby had already packed his bag. He stayed close to Lissa in the dark, only daring to venture away from her when the everburning torch was unearthed from whoever's pack it had burrowed into. Though he's as worried as the others by Trinark's concern, he keeps his thoughts to himself. Unlike when they were back in the barn, he's reduced to his usual superfluousness, hurled outside of his sphere of influence. Which really seemed very, very small in this immense blackness.\n\n[hr]\nWhen the light is quenched, Achkby panics. \" Light the torch! \" he cries pitifully in his native tongue, not realizing no one can understand him. \" What's going on?! \"\n\nHe does exactly what he had the whole morning: follow Lissa. Reaching out for her arm, he grabbed it just as she began running. He follows, attached to her sleeve, moving as fast as he can over the uneven ground.\n\" Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! \"\nThough he yells for an end, he doesn't know what he wants to stop -- Lissa, the crying, the darkness, the whole adventure -- why not everything? Why can't it all cease? If he stops running, will the darkness just go rushing past him, taking that horrible noise with it, sweeping off and leaving him dry and safe?\n\nLissa takes a sharp turn right, and Achkby tries to follow, but steps on a slick patch of moss and overbalances, his heavy pack sending his hurtling sideways away from the gnome into a wall. He's stopped, but everything's spinning. The darkness is still there. There's silence for a moment, but then the crying begins again. A moment later, a splash -- Lissa?! No, no, it was much louder than someone Lissa's size. It couldn't be her! No.\n\nAchkby tries to follow the sound of the splash, but after three steps he comes up against another wall. What is this? Is it just an echo? A phantasm? Where's Lissa? And the others? Where should he go?\n\nSo dark... should he summon some light? Dare he?\n\nAchkby stands still, breathing hard. His head is still spinning, and the sound of the waterfall and the crying echo about him. He raises his hands to begin casting a spell when suddenly, unprovoked, terrible images begin manifesting inside his head.\n\n an enormous fish-like, amphibian aberration with three eyes set in the midline, burning with unnatural cunning and intelligence. The creature has three horrific, pulsating orifices set along the bottom of its smooth belly. It has several writhing tentacles and secretes a rancid, nauseating slime. \n\nYix!\n\n\" Yix! \" he shouts. The cry echoes off the walls, and the monstrosity in his head wavers. He clutches it to him, pushing aside his horror and disgust to grasp the image as firmly as he can.\n\n Yix! Achkby screams in his head. Yix? Is that you? \n\nIt has to be.\n\n Yix! Help! " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSave for Yix, those who failed to follow Khazrael hear a snippet of his voice floating on the cave's drafty air, though the language is unfamiliar to them.\n\n\" Damn you a hundred times, Cowards! \"\n\nHis pace picks up and he touches Adalmar's shoulder, a familiar surge of energy transforming him subtly. His hand falls to his own chest and he involuntarily shudders, his body wracked with the strain of change. He regains his composure and gestures again. He drops to a crouch and springs forward impossibly far. His hands connect with a stalagmite and he swarms around it, rushing towards the \"trap\" while keeping his body as far from the ground as possible.\n\n((OOC: Yelling at them in abyssal, casting spider climb on Adalmar, then spider climb and jump on himself before moving towards Lumpy's last location.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby turns so that his back is to a large stalagmite. He looks back and sees a faint glow. Torches? Or is it some kind of illusion? A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach reminds him that he lost track of Lissa. Where is she? ... Where am I? \n\n...\n\nThe girl's cry continues unabated. Another cry, this one male, calls out from a slightly different direction. \"Yix!\" The pseudodragon hovers in mid-air, undecided. Achkby? Or is it some kind of illusion?\n\n...\n\nKhazrael pushes past Adalmar, imbuing him with the spider climb ability once more. Khazrael stalks forward into the darkness, seemingly not caring whether anyone follows. He leaps toward a stalagmite, then scuttles to the other side and is gone from sight.\n\nAdalmar takes a few steps forward as well, holding his torch aloft. He looks back at the others, imploring them to come forward as well.\n\n...\n\nTrinark watches the newcomers edge away from the main group and sighs. What is it about the surface races that make them so impulsive and irrational? " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Gods damn them . Adalmar get back here if you know what's good for you! There's no way any of us are going to make a difference against one, if not more, of those things . \"\n\nStopping to take a breath, Tiriel realizes that there is at least one person shouting actual words.\n Yix, can you see who that is? If not, could you lead me to their general direction?\n\nTiriel motions for silence, hoping that the small dragon can pinpoint the noise.\n\n\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe doesn't understand the words of the lizardman, but his tone conveys their meaning well enough. He shivers, briefly.\n\n...\n\nRevulsion seizes him as an uninterrupted flow of nightmarish images shoves aside his thoughts. He can taste bile at the back of his throat. Stop ! And with that his mind closes up, the ordeal thankfully over.\n\n...\n\nHis eyes sweep the group, and their faces that suddenly seem so cold, even bathed in the torch's glow. They won't be moved. He lets out a deep sigh, turns around and climbs up a stalagmite, imitating Khazrael.\n\" Khazrael, wait ! Speed will avail us nothing if we fall prey to the abomination. Slow down ! \"\n\nHe proceeds on more carefully than the sorcerer, stopping often to search the darkness and listen. Kir is flying in circles around him, more agitated than usual.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am not sure how many Listen (+13) and Spot (+13) checks are going to be needed, DR, so I'll let you take care of them ? Or tell me how many Adalmar gets before something happens/he detects something.\n\nIf at all possible, he ties the torch to his belt/backpack and keeps his sword in hand.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAdalmar's words hang in the chill air behind him and he resolves to at least slow his pace. He scuttles as high as he can in order to keep out of reach of anything lurking in the dark, and pauses for a moment. He scans the edges of his dim gray vision and waits to see Adalmar's form emerge with his torch.\n\n\"Adalmar! Thokk and Lumpy aren't exactly in a position for us to be taking our time, here!\"\n \nI am the wind. I am the eagle. I call the lightning. I'll be thrice-damned before I let any slimy fish scare me. I've seen worse. I've faced hordes of drow, vampires, a two-headed troll, and some of the most frightening women in all of Faerun. If only the others believed in themselves... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Yix circles around Tiriel and the druid, chittering excitedly. Zipping between and around the large stalagmites and stalactites, he disappears from view, then returns just moments later. It's Achkby! \n\nYix leads Tiriel to the frightened halfling, and the two of them lead him back to the main party. \"Where's Lissa?\" she asks with concern.\n\n...\n\nAdalmar leaps from stalagmite to stalagmite cautiously until he catches up with Khazrael. The two of them cling to a column of stone and look out onto a pool of water where the stream seems to have widened.\n\nAdalmar's torchlight reflects off of the mirror calm surface of the water. In the center of the small pool (perhaps 20 feet away) a little girl, race indeterminate, sits on a rock jutting out of the water. Her face is buried in her hands as she sobs inconsolably." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" I can be pretty naive \" Adalmar begins - a strange admission of his own shortcomings - \" but something's not right about this. \"\n\nHe observes the scene around him, looking for signs of the predator the drow fears.\n\nHe calls out : \" Lissa ! \". He glances at Kir, hoping the hawk's superior vision will reveal something : \" Kir, see something ? \"\n\nThen, just in case : \" Girl, have you seen anyone here ? \". He repeats in the various languages he knows.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI actually get +2 to Listen/Spot against the aboleth since it's among my favored enemies.\n Listen ; Spot (1d20+15=34, 1d20+15=16) \n Kir : Listen ; Spot (1d20+4=24, 1d20+16=29) \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Kir circles the pool, avoiding the stalactites protruding from the cavern's ceiling. The hawk appears puzzled.\n\nThe surface of the lake creates a perfect inverted reflection of the sobbing girl on the rock. There is no sign of Thokk or Lumpy (or Lissa for that matter).\n\nA chill runs up and down both Khazrael's and Adalmar's spines. Both also share a hard-to-define feeling inside their heads, as if a mild headache is brewing, one that can not be localized ...\n\nThe girl finally stops sobbing. She lowers her hands from her face revealing three eyes lined up vertically on the midline, from her forehead down to where her nose should have been. Her mouth is a gaping black hole. The corners of the mouth crinkle into what might pass as a smile ...\n\n...\n\nBack at the camp, Tiriel, Yix, Katrin, Achkby, Trinark, Callos, Aeroz, and the lizardman notice that the sobbing has stopped." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael blankly evaluates the creature, recognizing the three eyes as a parallel to Trinark's description. He tries to recall whether he'd learned anything of these beasts during his time in the Underdark.\n\n \"Aboleth, I know what you are. No facade is necesary. If you feel like speaking before we come to violence, we would be happy to oblige. We only want to get our friends and get out of here.\"\n \nHis undercommon sounds eloquent, despite a distinct strained effort to make it as casual as his speech in common. A listener might mistake him for a drow if they couldn't see him. As he speaks, he tries to move to a safe perch on the stalagmite, motioning for Adalmar to do the same.\n\nHe attempts to send a message to his allies back at the camp, but the cluttered landscape catches his message and blocks it.\n\n((OOC: Hoping to apply the appropriate knowledge checks to allow Khazrael to identify whether this is an illusion or a shapeshifted form, as well as anything else applicable. Trinark did mention that aboleths trick people with false images.))\n \n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe looks at Khazrael, puzzled. \" What are you saying ? Anyway, I agree we should take better cover. \"\n\nHe climbs up and to the side of the stalagmite, sheathing his sword and preparing to use his bow." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I told it that we're willing to pack up and leave without a fight. No sudden moves unless it decides to attack, alright?\"\n\nStruck by a sudden thought, he continues in undercommon.\n \n\"I see that you have made this place your home. I tell you now that even if you defeat us, we are being pursued by a foe that would destroy you and enslave your remains. This foe has a weakness that I am willing to share. You know what I ask in return.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby \n Yix! \" Tiriel! \"\n\nAchkby starts towards the woman, but is stopped by her words about Lissa.\n\n\" I don't know! She took off, and we were running, I was following her, but I don't know where we went, I yelled for her to stop, but she turned, and I slipped, and I lost her! I lost myself, too, all I could hear was that sobbing, that crying, but then I heard, I heard... I don't know! I don't know where she is. I heard...\n\n\"Where are the others? \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" I don't know. I don't like leaving anyone here but I also know that there's not much I can do to help anyone who's been found by that monster. \"\n\nBy the time they get back to camp Tiriel has decided that getting those still alive out of danger is more important than trying to rescue people who might already be dead. Crap. Well here's where I get to be the ******* and tell everyone to leave... \n\n\" Okay we're going, NOW. They know what they're up against and they still ran in like fools. You can blame me and hate me later, but it's time to leave. \"\n\nTiriel picks up her pack and starts walking, trying to pick a path away from the water and in a general \"Eastwards\" (downstream?) direction." }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nAccompanying Tiriel he reaches Achkby's side. He clasps a clawed hand on his shoulder, a visible expression of relief on his face.\n\n\" I find her \" he swears to the halfling.\n\nHearing Tiriel, he grunts\n\" Find way out. I save as many and find you \"\n\nHe doesn't look her in the face, staring into the darkness where the two newest additions to their company disappeared to save his missing packmates.\n\nCasting SpiderClimb on himself, he feels his body tingle slightly and walks up the wall heading to the voices of Khazrael and Adalmar.\n\n\" Tell Tongues farewell\"\n\n is the last thing Tiriel, Yix and Achkby hear.\n\nHe steels himself as he prepares to face the mostrosity that Trinark's mind flashed to them. All the humans he'd met in this momentuous quest flash through his mind.\n\nMemories of Thokk dying at a bridge and Callos and Djital transforming flit past as well as one of a sleeping Sheyra beside him. Lastly he remembers his first meeting in the Wetwoods. Only Elthan remained and the death of Evandur was still too fresh for him to trust the wizard. Everyone else was dead or dying. This wasn't about a blood debt. He wouldn't throw his life away foolishly. It was a rescue.\n\nFear had frozen him on that stone bridge and made him watch Thokk die once.\n\nNot this time. The stride of the druid was more paced now. He moved the way predators did when they were stalking .\n\nThere was more than one hunter in the darkness.\n " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\n Trinark looks deeply sad. He had done everything he could and there was nothing more that he could do. He turns to make one last effort to stop the lizardman, his friend, his companion without whom he would have never come this far, sacrificing himself so pointlesly to this abomination of the dark waters. He had lost friends before to these creatures and he didn't want to lose more, but their quest was far too important to risk everyone.\n\n He looks into the darkness after the retreating lizardman's back, his hunting instinct taking over as he sees the lithe movements his back starts to make, natural and unhindered, unlike the stiffness he had seen in him most recently. He looked in the other direction, after Tiriel the golden angel.\n\n His mind was made up. Tiriel was enough to finish the mision herself. His friends needed him and he had been afraid for far too long. Now was the time for him to face his fear, face it along side his friends and win. They were strong, so strong compared to any he had met before. If anything it was the lizardman's dissapointment that hurt the most.\n\n With his heart beating like a thousand drums in his chest he padded after the sinuous grreen tail of his friend, his armor making chinking noises at each step." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The lizardman slips into the darkness after his friends. Shaking his head, Trinark follows.\n\nHer jaw set with determination, Tiriel heads in the opposite direction, aiming for higher ground. She is accompanied by Katrin and Aeroz.\n\nElthan, Yix, Achkby and Callos look back and forth from one group to the other, undecided.\n\n\n\nOOC: Ssathiya, Trinark, Khazrael, and Adalmar all need to make DC 15 Will checks immediately. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" This is insane! If Trinark is right then I don't know how they can expect to rescue the others. \" Aeroz states with a sigh as he follows Tiriel.\n\nAccelerating his pace to be walking alongside her, he takes a deep breath.\n\n\" Tiriel, why did you do it? Why did you steal the Kris? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" Grrr....CAN'T YOU PEOPLE AT LEAST MAKE THE PRETENSE OF LISTENING TO ME ANYMORE?! \" Callos screamed out at the darkness, and those with darkvision could see his face turning darker. Redder if there would be color. What didn't those empty headed knuckle heads get?! Trinark said they'd already be dead or worse, yet they charging off after a futile hope.\n\n\" Tiriel...couldn't you have...you know..grabbed them or something. Stopped them from going running off? I mean geez, what the heck are we supposed to do to help them or the others who went off before hand? \" \n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael puts a hand to his head, blinking repeatedly. In the flickering torchlight, Adalmar fails to notice that anything has gone awry until he hears an oddly familiar metallic clinking--the sound Khazrael's bangles make as he moves his hands to complete the pattern for the Lightning Bolt spell.\n\nSpittle hangs off of his shaking lips as he hoarsely barks out the incantation, and his face is briefly illuminated by the brilliant blue glow of burning electricity that streaks toward Adalmar.\n\n((OOC:Lightning bolt on Adalmar, 6d6=22 . Reflex half, DC 16. Sorry bud, whiffed my saves hard.))" }, { "author": "runehawk", "message": " Lizardman Druid \n\nVoices enter the druid's head crowding out all semblance of coherent thought and thru it all the slowly growing nudging of an alien mind. The tendrils of the alien mind were insidious and subtle.\n\n Obey \nthey whispered.\n\n Give In \nthey echoed.\n\nA throbbing pain erupted as the sensation of the aboleth's mental presence grew as if it was physicaling crushing his brain and occupying the space within his skull.\n\nClutching his head, he roars out.\n\nOOC: Will Save 20 +7 = 27\n\nHearing a cry below him, he looks up from the ceiling to the floor to see Trinark clutching his head.\n\nRoaring he rushes to him to pin him down.\n\n The moon!.. Focus on the moon! \nhe thinks.\n\nOOC:If i can.. pin Trinark's arms to his side and carry him out of range" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe felt mental tendrils brushing his consciousness, then nothing. Suddenly they came back and struck with incredible power. But sheer stubbornness was on his side. Feeling dazed, he looks at Khazrael, a question on his face. Only to see the gestures, and brilliant death coming for him. He screams when the electricity wreathes around his body, making his muscles jerk incontrollably. Then after a second that seems an eternity, it ends.\n\n Abomination... \n\nAnd cold calculation enters gentle Adalmar's mind, brought in by adrenaline. Survival. Where to go, how to save Khazrael...\n\nHe gives his surroundings a quick look. \" Kir, to me ! \" he exclaims, and suddenly he stuffs the torch into a side pocket of his haversack : darkness rules again. He then gets away from the possessed sorcerer.\n\nHidden and silent, he hears a roar that sounds oddly like the lizardman.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRemaining HP: 9. I figure it's a std action to put the torch away, which leaves me a move action to either climb up or jump to another stalagmite - the idea being that Khaz can't see me anymore and/or I have total cover.\n\nTime to make use of all the skills : Move Silently, Hide (moving at half-speed for this reason), plus Listen to get a sense of what happens around me.\n\nI think I already used the spell that gives me blindsense - and for nothing. Shame.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin\n \n Katrin hurries after Tiriel with a grim expression. \"Aeroz, this is about the worst time that I can think of to bring this issue up. If you want to talk about it later, fine, but right now we're trying to get out of here alive. And that means we can't slow down to argue.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan had since sat down. It seemed very clear that everyone had their own idea of what to do, and were as stubborn as usual in not giving up. Maybe Lumpy was right; The group could stand to benefit from a bit of decisiveness.\n\nThen again, Lumpy was dead, or at least everyone was content to label his fate as such. Who else in the group had such decisiveness? Maybe he was just lucky in guessing, but it did seem as if Lumpy knew exactly what he had done when he barged in at the Common House.\n\nAt this point, it was certain that all of the party that remained knew he had killed Evandur, but what exactly did Lumpy divulge while he was not observant? What if he had said no more than Evandur was dead and hoped to sort everything out after the fight? What if no one else saw the room in question, with its tell-tale circle and bloody sword and spear? It could be, with the best of luck on his side, that when Lumpy died, so did the truth of the matter.\n\nEven so, it would take a bit more to continue the lie. Even if the group did not know everything, they did know something. It was that collection of facts that could overturn his escape. If he would play the lie, he must first force their hand.\n\nNone of that mattered when the deep cry of the Lizardman pierced the surroundings. Could it be that the Lizardman had died as well? The last member of the party that had fled into the portal save himself, gone with all the others? He had trusted him with his name, that so far as he was aware, only he knew. How could it be, that even so far into the journey, the Lizardman would die nameless to the ones he traveled with?\n\nIt became clear to Elthan just how far away he was from were he started. Form the crazy old man, from the marshes, from his home. The only tangible link he had left was the Lizardman. No, not Lizardman, or Druid.\n\nRushing a few feet past the collected party, he steps into the darkness and lets out a yell of concern. \"Ssathiya!\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel grits her teeth in frustration. \" I've only got one free hand Callos, which one did you want me to grab? If I knew how to help them don't' you think I would have !?! That's not an enemy I know how to fight and some of us need to make it out alive and get to the Iron Lord. \n\n\" And damn it Aeroz, Katrine's right. I'm not going to talk about that until we're out of here since the answer isn't going to help anyone ! \"\n\n\nooc: is it too late for Tiriel to grab Trinark? Because she'd at least have tried to keep him with them..." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Yeah, its a terrible time, but that's been eating away at me for a while. Don't want to talk about it, thats fine. Just needed to get that off my chest before some fish monster eats us \" Aeroz states blandly." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Where are the others? \" Achkby pesters Tiriel as she leads him back, \" Where are they? How are they? Aeroz? Thokk? \"\nHe tries his best not to sound like a petulant child, but his bravo is wearing thin.\n\nWhen they return to the others, he hurries towards Aeroz, babbling out the same story he told Tiriel.\n\" I don't know what to do! \"\n\nWhen the druid and Trinark disappear into the darkness, Achkby makes to follow them. But in the darkness, his eyes are weak, and so is his heart. He stops after only a few paces, enveloped in depthless blackness.\nHe is stuck, wanting to go on but paralyzed with fear. He doesn't know what's out there , that's the thing... that fish...\nBut how can he go back to the others? How can he leave those two to go after Lissa and the others, Lissa, Thokk, and Lumpy, and just abandon them?\n\nHis head wins out in the end. Or so he'll tell himself. In the dark, what can he do to help? And who will go to the Iron Lord? That's what he was paid to do, after all... That doesn't matter!!! But going on, going on is the right thing to do, not going back after the wom-- after a gnome. \n\nAchkby scampers back to Tiriel and the spellcasters, a terrified look on his face.\n\" CAN'T WE JUST GO?! \" he shouts miserably." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel, Katrin, Achkby, Aeroz and Callos climb to higher ground, followed reluctantly by Elthan. Together, they weave between stalagmites cautiously. Katrin's everburning torch provides enough illumination to see the immediate surroundings, but little else.\n\nA flash of blue-white light and an electrical zzrack!! behind them tells them that someone is casting lightning bolt, presumably at an aboleth.\n\nAlmost immediately after, they hear a bestial roar that could only come from the lizardman. Elthan turns back and shouts back in a foreign tongue, \"ssah - thee - yah!!!\"\n\n...\n\nLeaping down off of the pillar he had been clinging to, the lizardman tackles Trinark and drags the drow back the way he had come, away from the pool of water and the abomination's mind tricks.\n\nTrinark's brow is furrowed in pain, which seems to lessen the farther the druid drags him from the pool. The lizardman hears his name being called by Elthan. No aboleth could possibly know it. His friends are up ahead.\n\n...\n\nAdalmar clings to the stone, trying to ignore the pain. His nostrils are filled with the scent of charred meat. A wave of nausea washes over him as he realizes that the smell is his own burned flesh. With his torch extinguished, Adalmar is surrounded by total darkness. Another blast like the first spells certain death. The ranger can only hope that his friend-turned-enemy can't see in the dark ...\n\n...\n\nKhazrael fights against the aboleth's commands ... kill the human, kill the human, kill the human, kill the human ... \n\nResistance proves to be futile ... or does it?\n\n\n\nOOC: Khazrael can make three DC 17 Will saves at +2 to resist the aboleth. At the end of those three rounds (if he fails), he will find Adalmar and kill (in all likelihood) him. Adalmar has three rounds to do ... something. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nMind ablaze with fury over his having been controlled, he acts with renewed vigor.\n\n\"ADALMAR! Come with me if you feel like living!\"\n\nHe doesn't see Adalmar as he rushes down the stalagmite, and doesn't spend more than an instant waiting for him. \"Just get away from the water!\"\n\n...Heedless of whether Adalmar is fleeing with him or not, Khazrael begins to shout as he crashes through the maze of stone. \"LISSA! LUMPY! THOKK! Listen to my voice! Come to the lightning!\"\n\n((OOC: Khazrael doesn't have a chance in hell of seeing Adalmar, so he's running ahead of him and using his darkvision and memory of the area from the previous night's brief exploration to get away from the water and lead Adalmar, should he follow, away. Once he gets far enough from the water for his headache to die down, he's going to run that much further and then fire a lightning bolt straight up (at a slight angle to avoid being hit by any debris from the cieling) as a flare to call the others to him.))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n You could always go down there and help...\n\nDid you see the image Trinark gave of that thing? What the heck were they supposed to do against something like that? But then again...look at what they had already felled..There might be a chance against it..\n\nThats hopeful talk there...\n\nWell at least feather head is fighting back!\n\nFeather head is probably dead or worse, that lightining bolt wasn't...\n\n \"... Gods...what have we been reduced to, fleeing in the dark from anything that frightens or intimidates us..I used to laugh at things like that creature.. \"\n\nDespite every natural instinct that was begging him to keep moving, a small flare of nobility that he had thought long since buried was just beginning to flare up. He could attempt to help the others who were still alive return back to the whole. It couldn't be that hard, could it? Just some cover fire...and perhaps discovering the source of that lightening bolt.\n\n\" CURSED DARKNESS! FEATHER HEAD, ADALMAR, TRINARK, DRUID! GET YOUR ARSES BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! \" It was all that he could do. What else could he do? Detecting the thoughts of others wouldn't help in the least if he wasn't close enough to read them...and being that close might be more then a little bit hazardous and blindly blasting lightening into the darkness was just as bad...\n\n\" Hey, Shiney. I need your help for the moment. You and I are going to take a stand here until the others come back. Yix!...Yix? Well...were ever you are, I want you to keep in range of your telepathy as long as possible so you can tell us if anything goes wrong. Aeroz, Katrin, Ackby, and Elthan...keep going. Once you get out of telepathy range we'll be right along if we have the others or not, but not all of us can stay here waiting for our missing companions. Elthan...don't even think, not ONCE, about darkening things up with your special 'talent'. That's the last thing we need. \" \n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nA few stalagmites away, his shivering body hugging the stone, Adalmar hears Khazrael's call. Is it a trap ? I can't afford to trust him. \n\nThen he hears the sorcerer moving away. Letting a few seconds pass, he follows suit, silently, though he takes care to follow a slightly different path. The first few \"steps\"* he can take in the dark, his mind having recorded the layout of the place - this specialized memory comes naturally to people living in the wilderness. After that, though, he is reduced to taking out the torch again, though he mutes its glow by hiding it under his cloak. Kir has perched on his shoulder and swings his head from side to side - still focused.\n\nHe doesn't hurry, for he is now convinced that his survival is out of his hands - let Fate or the gods judge his worth.\nInside, he is praying for the fallen.\n\n \n Spoiler \n* because he is still climbing...\nHe's in shock, so his instincts are kicking in, but he's still forgetting to heal himself.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin holds the torch as the small group gets away from the water and onto higher ground . She jumps in surprise at the lightning bold and the lizardman's roar, but keeps going, unsure whether the roar is an illusion or not. \"Elthan... don't think we're letting you off just yet. Get back here.\" \n Ssah-thee-yah... that doesn't sound like any language I've heard before... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" How about you call me by my name and then we'll talk about who gives who orders. \" Tiriel replies to Callos with a scowl. Reaching into her pack she draws out a torch and hands it to Callos.\n\n\" Personally I don't' think any of us should wait... \" Tiriel grumbles. \" I don't like leaving them either, but, well half of them rushed off full knowing what they were facing... Oh damn it all. Five minutes, then we move on. \"\n\n Tiriel handed Callos a torch, if he can't light it, she'll do it for him. " }, { "author": "Dark_Stalion", "message": " Trinark \n\nTrinark is sure that his druid friend has lost the mind battle against the creature. He himself had managed to fight away the white fog that threatened to cloud his mind, spurred on by the howl of Ssetheeya. Now, as he had seen many times before, the creature had turned friend on friend. Fearing it is hopeless Trinark strikes out wildly at his friend, his fist flying wide of it's mark in his supprised state.\n\n\" Stop, remember me, remember your friend! It is Trinark! \"\n\n[ooc: Will save verses enchantment mind-affection spell-like ability (+2 due to elvishness) (1d20+7=18) , Unarmed attack against S-man (1d20+3=10) ]" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" As much as I hate to say it, we can't afford to wait much longer. We need to get to the Iron Lord as soon as possible. There is just too much at stake here to risk all of us. \" Aeroz states grimly as he takes a few steps forward." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Ooh, nice new... Trogatar?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Dammit, Aeroz, yes we can, \" Achkby snaps back at him.\n\n\" You two, don't think I'm leaving you on your own. \" The halfling's feet are planted as firmly as they ever have been, and he doesn't look like he's going to move without the other two. \" There's been too much splitting up already. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz agrees to wait for a little longer, though having a torch burning in the middle of the cavern seems to be just begging for trouble ...\n\nMiraculously, the lizardman and drow reappear. The druid seems to be half-dragging, half-carrying his drow friend who beats ineffectively against the lizardman's hide with his bare fists. It takes a minute before both of them can be convinced that the other is not under the mind control of the aboleths.\n\nShortly thereafter, Khazrael straggles in, looking dazed.\n\nAnd finally, after another minute or two, Adalmar approaches, carrying a torch of his own. The ranger keeps looking behind him, in case he is being followed. The ranger is badly wounded, having been seared by a lightning bolt. Adalmar's eyes fall on Khazrael and his lips tighten with anger ...\n\nThokk's and Lumpy's whereabouts remain unknown. Also lost are Fizahn and Lissa. Taking a quick head count, you realize that Yix isn't here either. Where could the pseudodragon be?\n\n...\n\nSuddenly desperate images pop into your heads. It takes a moment to orient yourself, then you realize that you are seeing through Yix's eyes ...\n\n Lissa stands ankle deep in the stream, motionless before a flickering pattern of lights dancing in the air before her. Lumpy approaches slowly from downstream, his boots splashing in the water.\n\nYix/you soar forward towards Lumpy, you can hear your/Yix's voice in your/Yix's ears - a hiss of warning.\n\nJust before you/he reach Lumpy, the half-orc shimmers and drops his disguise, seeming to blossom into the enormous form of an aboleth. A tentacle reaches out and slaps you/Yix before you/he can react.\n\nThe loud piercing scream echoes in your/Yix's head and doubly rebound as you hear the scream in your actual ears, delayed by a few microseconds.\n\nYou/Yix hit the ground. From the ground, you see Lissa shake herself out of her stupor. Seeing the aboleth before her, she shrieks (which you again hear twice - once in Yix's head, then a split second later in your own) and scrambles backwards upstream.\n\nYou/Yix turn back to see the aboleth approaching, like an enormous amphibious mountain. It lifts another tentacle slowly, then drops it down upon you like a hammer ... \n\nThe link is broken. You quickly re-orient yourself. The screams seemed to come from just up ahead.\n\nDashing forward, you stop short just before a sharp dropoff. Below you is a tributary of the stream. You see Lissa scrambling on her hands and knees, splashing in the water, trapped in the gully. The frightened gnome is about 30 feet below you." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWithout hesitation, Khazrael dives straight down towards Lissa like a swooping hawk. Words of arcane power on his lips.\n\n((OOC: Jumping down to Lissa and spider climbing her so she can get out of the ravine, then quickly following her. Jump check to reach Lissa and minimize fall damage: 1d20+19=26 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: Lissa and Khazrael need to make DC 15 Will saves or else succumb to another hypnotic pattern ... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael sees the approaching multi-colored lights, but shakes off their effects. Without waiting to see if Lissa again falls prey to the hypnotic pattern, he wraps his arms about the small gnome and bodily drags her up out of the ravine, where waiting arms pull her to safety.\n\nRetreating somewhat from the edge of the ravine, you reassess your options.\n\nThere is at least one aboleth (presumably) back the way you came, and one down in the ravine. Lumpy, Thokk, and Fizahn are missing. Yix is in all likelihood dead (judging from his last mental image).\n\nAdalmar's eyes peer as far as the torchlight allows. Though his ranger skills are primarily honed for the plains and forests of the Great Dale, he is able to pick out a promising trail that leads away from either potential danger.\n\nMoving onward as rapidly as light and terrain allow, you move away from the stream, choosing as parallel an eastward course as you can.\n\n...\n\nAt one point, someone notices that the lizardman is no longer with the party. It appears that at some point, the druid slipped away, presumably to try to rescue his \"packmates\" left behind. Although this only adds to the sadness and discouragement many of you feel, everyone understands that this was something that the lizardkin druid felt he had to do ..." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"EEEEEEEEE!\" A frightened shriek is about as coherent as Lissa is going to get right now. She flails ineffectually against Khazrael's grip for a few moments before the brain kicks in and she realizes that this is, indeed, an ally. Or at least he looks like one. Well, if he were a... a... Slimy Blob Of Doom... he would've eaten me by now, right? Right. So it really is Khazrael. Whew. As the stronger members of the party pull the pair to safety, they notice that Lissa has her crossbow out and loaded despite the damp. Looks like she was expecting trouble- up until the appearance of the pretty pretty lights, anyway. \n\nAfter a minute or two of sobbing, incoherent babbling, and frenzied hugging of any and all party members (except Elthan; evidently he's still on the 'to kill someday' list), Lissa finally manages to calm down enough to tell everyone what happened. \"I know now I was being really stupid, but it seemed like such a good idea at the time...\" She sighs, pulling off a boot and pouring water out of it as she talks. \"I heard the crying, figured it was some sort of illusion, and thought it was a swirfneblin or duergar playing tricks. So like the overconfident fool I was, I decided to find the illusionist and... ah... convince him to stop.\" Lissa won't look up at anyone, her voice filled with self-loathing and regret. \"Stupid little gnome, walked right into the trap. I've seen that hypnotic pattern spell before, you know; we use it in several perimeter traps back home. Didn't save me from getting caught in it though. And then...\" Her voice chokes up, and she covers her face with her hands. \"Lumpy- except it wasn't him, it was some sort of blob-monster making itself look like him- the Lumpy lookalike came walking up to me, and Yix flew down and hissed at it, and the blob killed him!\" Lissa's voice slowly scales up to a wail. \"I couldn't do anything! I couldn't even move until Yix screamed!\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe does his best to pretend that his injuries are all he cares about... until he gets to Khazrael. With a ringing sound, his sword comes free, and he points it at Khazrael's chest.\n\n\" I think it wasn't really you back there, and I hope you are not possessed anymore. I don't pretend I understand those magics, but know that I'll be watching you. \"\n\nA short conversation ensues, and Adalmar seems to get the assurances he wants. He nods sharply at the sorcerer : forgiven, but not forgotten.\n\nTaking a wand out, he alleviates the lingering pain of the burns. He gasps in relief.\n\n...\n\nHe finds himself at the back of the group. He can only guess what happens, another of Khazrael's reckless rescue attempts.\n\nBut when he sees Lissa coming back up, he can't help the small smile that comes to his face - despite all those senseless deaths, those people he will mourn before he ever got to know them.\n\nKir pecks his neck gently, and he looks up to find his disheveled companions. Hey, we are all lost. Perhaps I can provide some guidance... \n\nHe gestures wordlessly to the path he thinks he can see.\n\n...\n\nThe lizardman's disparition is just another blow to his heart that he refuses to acknowledge.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW (2 charges) : (1d8+1)[ 4 ] (1d8+1)[ 4 ] \nedit: okay, make that 3 or 4 charges - I'll roll them later\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin keeps her hand on her sword until Lissa's explanation is over, unsure whether or not Khazrael or Lissa is 'posessed', as Aldamar put it. The gnome's frantic explanation matched up with what Yix had projected in their minds, and her actions certainly seemed to be in-character.\n\nKatrin is saddened when she notices the lizardman's disappearance. If he has gone to fight the aboleth, at least he will have died fighting; it's probably the way he would have wanted to go. He will be sorely missed.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Between Trinark's native knowledge of the Underdark and Adalmar's skills as a pathfinder, your (diminished) group is able to work its way to the east (more or less), wending around enormous pillars of stone and stalagmites, clambering over fallen stalactites, and sliding down frozen stone \"waterfalls\".\n\nThe torchlight reflects off of multi-colored sheets and curtains of rock hanging from the ceiling and you catch occasional sparkles that hint at rare gems perhaps embedded in the stone.\n\nUnder different circumstances the journey would be a marvelous experience, but in this case the wonders of this Underdark passage pass mostly uncommented upon.\n\nWhile underground you find it difficult to judge the passage of time. It is not clear how many days pass, though you find yourselves soon depleted of water.\n\nTrinark and Adalmar keep you on a gradually ascending path, and eventually you are rewarded by a faint glow in the distance, signifying light ahead. The ambient temperature suddenly drops, reminding you that while the air underground was cool but fairly comfortable, it is still wintertime on the surface ...\n\n...\n\nAnd, suddenly, there it is - daylight. You turn a final corner and find yourself in a roughly circular shaft approximately 100 feet across and 30 feet deep. Above you is open sky, blindingly blue and bright to your dark-adapted eyes. You are standing at the bottom of a sinkhole or collapsed cave.\n\nFresh snow lies on the rocks. Several of you shiver and dig out your cold weather gear once again." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Sorry, exams. Will be back in full posting force Wednesday morning.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby welcomes Lissa back at least as eagerly as the others, but remains subdued the rest of their journey. Yix's loss has hurt him deeply. The little dragon had saved his life only moments before, and died rescuing Lissa. What, really, had Achkby done for him?\n\n[hr]\n\nAs Achkby wraps himself in layers of cloth, he suggests, \" Perhaps Tiriel, you should go up, and see what's there. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n \" I find it truly amazing that the multiverse itself conspires to slow our progress. First vampires, then aboleths, and now a pit...why did we come out in a pit in any case...Trinark? Care to shed some light on this dilemma? Why does an entrance to the Underdark connect with a pit? \" Comes the dry comment from Callos as he brushes some dirt and snow from his clothing with a sour expression on his face. For all intents and purposes it almost looks as if it looks as if he has recovered from his bout of mental collapse in the earth below. Perhaps it had been because of the regression underground and so recently after he had managed to get out of it.\n\n Hmm...this is excellent weather actually...but I'm not quite sure this is the right time for my little project. Later..if its still cold...and after I've mind scanned Elthan and the strangers to try and clear up some of this forsaken mess of an adventuring group. \n " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I'm gonna have to agree with Callos here. Someone upstairs definitely does not like us one bit. \" Aeroz states grimly as he dons a thick cloak.\n\n This is starting to become a little much. Too many people are dying, and worse, too many people who have kept us together are dying. First Sedryn, now Thokk and Lumpy, and even the little rat-dragon... \n\n\" Could anyone give us a good estimate of how close we are to where we need to be? \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Well to do that, we need to get up there first. Who still has a rope? If it's safe I can anchor the rope and we can all get out of here. If not, I guess I could carry people one at a time. A rope would be faster though .\"\n\nooc: I think Tiriel's rope+grappling hook was lost during the whole waterfall episode... I'm assuming that one of us still has one?" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUpon hearing of their friends' disappearance, Lissa reacts with uncharacteristic silence. She withdraws into herself for some time, only speaking when necessary; quite unusual for the gregarious gnome. Soft-spoken Gnomish prayers are heard more often than usual, and a crude altar similar to the one back in the besieged town hall pops up at the party's first campsite. Five gold coins, one for each lost comrade, adorn its rough stone surface.\n\n ...may you hear the song of the Earthcaller guiding you to the Last Home; may the Cloakshadow obscure your passage from those of evil intent; may the Watchful Protector walk at your side; and may we meet again someday in the World Beyond... \n\nPausing with one leg into her cold-weather leggings, Lissa balances on one foot for a few moments as she rummages in the haversack lying open before her. A large coil of pale silken rope emerges, along with a grappling hook. \"There we go!\" The gnome tosses both articles over in Tiriel's direction, figuring that Tiriel can probably throw the hook farther than Lissa herself can. Lissa squints up at the walls of the hole with a practiced eye, then nods and returns to the task of getting fur leggings on over leather armor. \"Looks to be about three or four stories high. That piece of rope is plenty long enough.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It doesn't take too long to get a rope up to the surface and for each member of the party to climb up out of the sinkhole. Stoically, Trinark again dons a heavy cloak, covering his head with a cowl to protect himself from the sun.\n\nThe sky is clear and cold, and the ground is covered in fresh snow. You stand on a flat plain. To the east the plain ends suddenly at a sharp cliff. Hundreds of feet down below is Lake Ashane, the Lake of Tears. Sea birds wheel and screech overhead.\n\nYou have an unobstructed view to the east. The Lake appears to be frozen over, at least as far as you can see from the clifftop. Whether it is frozen across its entire width is unclear. As you look out across the flat white surface of the frozen Lake, a low groaning occasionally reaches your ears as the ice subtly shifts.\n\nTo the north, along the cliff edge, you can see a black stone watchtower. Turning to the south, you see another watchtower just visible at the horizon. Adalmar recognizes them. These ancient towers are common along the western coast of Lake Ashane, relics of a long-forgotten empire.\n\nTo the west, the plain stretches featurelessly as far as you can see. Smudges of black smoke rise up ominously from beyond the horizon, reminding you that an army of drow and demons is not that far behind you ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nIn the span between the escape from the aboleth and the trip out of the caverns, Khazrael says little, outside of a brief apology to Adalmar for the lightning bolt incident.\n\nHe makes no mention of what took place below, but his gaze is all ice and daggers whenever it falls on Tiriel or Callos. He only seems to relax in the presence of Adalmar or Lissa, though he only barely hides his dismay at her shrines and prayers.\n\nHis spirits rise when he sees the sky again. He's one of the first to climb the rope and as the others take stock of their surroundings, he stretches his bare arms to the sky and laughs, staring at the birds as he does so." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan was silent upon reaching the surface in the same way as he was on the way to it. He takes a quick look around, noting the two towers, then puts his head back down as he begins mouthing to himself.\n\nHe mulls around in a circle while waiting for the next few members of the group to finish climbing up before examining the view to the west. After an intense stare at the frostscape, he turns around and gives a likewise eye towards the lake. For a few moments some sound forms at his mouth as he begins to mumble, then stops.\n\nIn a dry voice, he utters, \"It's empty.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nEvery morning and every night, he kneels and does the usual devotions to Mielikki, but his heart is not really in it, and he can't seem to feel her presence in the dark caves.\n\nHe lights up visibly when the daylight bathes his face again. Kir went ahead of him, soaring in the sky.\n\nHe falls back unconsciously to his habits, scouting ahead and looking for landmarks that would tell him how far North they ended up." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThere is little talking until they reach the sunlight. Once again under the open sky Tiriel feels safer though the winter sun does little to disperse the anger and frustration she feels about what happened in the waterfall cave.\n\nTiriel has little trouble catching the foul looks Khazrael throws her way during their retreat. Tiriel figures that he either doesn't realize that she can see him, or he's stupid. Stupid wins out when Khazael's habit continues above ground, in daylight.\n\nThe next time Khaz looks at her, Tiriel returns his look, \" If you have something to say then say it. Otherwise keep your eyes pointed elsewhere. \"\n\nooc: if Khaz is smart enough to stop once they're out of the cave, let me know and I'll delete that last part." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin shivers at the cold and pulls on a heavy cloak from her Handy Haversack. She looks up gratefully at the sun.\n\nShe remains silent after ascending to the surface, not knowing what to say. She paces around in the snow, every so often glancing over to the lake.\n\n(OOC: Katrin dons her cold weather clothes.)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"You shouldn't need words. Not now.\" His eyes drift again to the birds. \"You have wings, yet you don't fly.\"\n\nHis scowl fades and his gaze returns to the birds. The icy breeze tosses his hair about, the feathers within bending and leaning, but never coming free. His light sleevless shirt billows like a flag. He waits for a reply, but halfheartedly. A part of him seems lost on the wind." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n I meant before the rest of us went up! By all the mighty gods, how thick can she be? No use in scouting the area once the rest of us are already there. Yix understood -- and they think humans are smarter than four-legged creatures? \n\nAchkby doesn't seem eager to queue for the climb, and ascends toward the end of the group. While he's pleased to be back on familiar ground, he rather wishes it wasn't frozen. He's from the south, after all, and while they had snow, it was nothing like this.\n\n\" Which side are we on? \" he asks suddenly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar has already oriented himself by the movement of the sun. The ranger assures Achkby that they are all still on the western shore of Lake Ashane and haven't miraculously crossed under the Lake. In fact, the very idea of such an underground lake crossing strikes the ranger as quite humorous.\n\n...\n\nA quick survey reveals no signs of nearby life other than the seabirds in the sky.\n\nA clatter of stone catches Aeroz's attention. The elf hisses a warning to everyone else, and calls their attention back to the sinkhole.\n\nA misshapen crooked figure moves in the shadows at the bottom of the pit. Someone or something appears to have followed you out from the Underdark ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" That's because large flying targets are rather obvious and ... \" She stops at Aeroz's warning. Glancing down the sinkhole reveals some...thing, probaly not a \"someone.\" Tiriel quickly reels in the rope hanging over the lip of the hole." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n He may have been slow to move over to the edge of the pit but when he did, those opal eyes began to burn with more then a little bit of anger and he cracked his fingers slowly. And when he spoke, it was much like Lumpy's gravelly voice.\n\n\" Unless your a misshapen and grouchy half-orc, you have about three seconds to convince not to turn you into a living lightening rod. Now waggle that tongue of yours if your able! \" He snapped out even as he pulled his spellbook out from his belt. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n\n Khazrael looks expectantly at Trinark. \"Use your faerie fire so we can see him. It might be Lumpy.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin highly doubts that the misshapen figure in the sinkhole is Lumpy, and she draws and loads her crossbow, although she does not aim at the figure, at least until she is certain what it is." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": "The figure's head snaps up at the appearance of voices upon the sinkhole's rim, eyes glittering darkly in the shadows. It roars a belligerant response, not initially apparent as words over the great distance,\n\n\" Don't think I can't hit yer ugly mug with a rock from here, mage! Quit messing around! \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAhh, the sound of party members bickering in the morning. The sound of home... you know, that's kind of disturbing once Lissa thinks about it. She tries to calculate how long she's been on the road now as she wades through the snow. Two years? Maybe three. Too long, at any rate. I hope my home is still there when we're done... Lissa firmly pushes away such gloomy thoughts into a dark mental corner.\n\nUpon spotting the figure, Lissa swiftly crouches behind a rock and aims her crossbow, squinting into the darkness. \"Hey, that looks kinda familiar... LUMPY!\" Then she frowns. \"How do we know you aren't that blob-thingy trying to come up and eat us? It disguised itself as you before!\" , the gnome shouts down. \"Tell us something only the real Lumpy knows!\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Why the hell did y'all assume it was Lumpy rather than, say, Thokk?\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby follows the others back to the hole, peering down over Lissa's shoulder at whatever has emerged from the tunnels behind them.\n\n\" It was a fish, \" he whispers to Lissa." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nNonplussed, the figure folds its arms, roaring back a response to Lissa's query\n\n\" Lessee, I been torn up by more different sort of things in the past few months than I have in the entirety of my life prior ta them. Lemme know when ya've got enough! \" He begins to recite a list, business-like,\n\" Drow, driders, zombies, statues, ghosts, demons, hydras, a troll, skeletons, vampires, bats.. BATS, and one overlarge fish with a propensity fer giving me a headache. That cover it? Or how about : My birth name is Edgar. Ask the elf! \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" The fish could have easily found that out! Here's one the it probably wouldn't have thought of: What was the name of that weird city in the underdark that had that shadow forest? Answer that and I'll be damn sure it's you. \" Aeroz calls out to Lumpy." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\n\" Hells, I don't even know that one. More important things on ym mind at the time than what flying gnomes name their cities. \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks in confusion between Aeroz and the could-be-Lumpy.\n\" Callos, what we saw back in the cave, that was an illusion right? Because those fish-things don't look like they could climb ropes... but half-orcs can. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \n\"Oh for Malcanthet's sake, someone just let him up already! Hasn't he been through enough, what with you all leaving him behind?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Interestingly, the fact that Lumpy can't remember the name of the gloaming city reassured Aeroz more than if the half-orc actually had been able to retrieve that trivia from his cortex.\n\nThe elf nods to Khazrael, and soon the rope is lowered back down into the pit and Lumpy is warmly reunited with the group.\n\nThe half-orc notes the missing party members - Fizahn, Thokk, the lizardman, and Yix - without comment.\n\nOnce all are reassured that Lumpy is indeed well and himself, you turn your attention again to the two towers - the closer one to the north, and the farther one to the south. Lumpy peers over the edge of the cliff. The frozen lake lies hundreds of feet down. There is no obvious path down to sea/lake-level." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n There was an almost rakish smile on his face when the half-orc was pulled out of the pit, even if he was more then a little bit suspicious behind the expression. After all how couldn't he be? But it didn't keep him from welcoming the fact that another one of their number had in fact returned to them. And from having a little fun at Lumpy's expense.\n\n\" Who are you calling ugly, ugly? It's nice to see you again though Lumpy, how'd you escape by the way?...And you won't mind me scanning your mind...just to be sure, will you? \" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe listens incredulously to the bickering among the group - though he is beginning to understand it is their way of coping with... well, everything.\n\n\" Hmm, shall \" He coughs, getting his voice back. \" Shall we try to go to the closest tower ? We'd get a better view of the lay of this shore. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael nods to Adalmar. \"We might also be able to see the advancing army, if they're close enough. It could be important to know what they're doing.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nThough at first Elthan seems to cheer up at the mention that one of their friends had survived, he quickly returns to his former state upon confirming the identity. When Lumpy reaches the top, Elthan does his best to avoid eye contact, hiding his face whenever he feels Lumpys gaze.\n\nWith his head down, he faces the nearest tower and thinks out loud. \"It would make sense if one of them had a way down.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Agreed. There might be some supplies we could use there as well. We should go, it's not good to stay so ...visible. \"\n\nooc: what time of day is it?" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby, too, is pleased to see Lumpy again. If nothing else, the half orc is imminently reliable, and his disappearance had been nearly as discombobulating as Yix's.\n\n\" I suppose maps would be too much to hope for... \" he says as they begin the trudge toward the tower." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is relieved to see that Lumpy really is alive and well and not an illusion. Lumpy was--is--a valuable member of the group.\n\nKatrin looks around for something to attach a rope to if the group were to descend to the lake." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"LUMPY!\" A small leather-clad projectile hurls itself at the half-orc, enveloping one of his legs in a ferocious hug. \"Omigods I'm so glad you're not dead! We thought for sure you were, I left the offerings for the dead and everything!\" Fortunately for Lumpy, Lissa gets her act together in fairly short order and releases his leg, beaming up at him before resuming her watch for approaching enemies. \n\nHearing Callos' comment about mind scans, Lissa gives the necromancer a mischievous grin- something that's been all too lacking in the past few days. \"Oh ho, you want to scan our minds, do you? Go right ahead, I'm sure you'll like today's mental image even more than you did the last one!\" She bursts into giggles at the thought. \n\nLissa nods in agreement with the plan to head for a tower. \"Good idea, Adalmar. If nothing else, it'll give us somewhere to hole up if those vampires show up again.\" She rubs the back of her neck uneasily. \"Speaking of which, have any of you magely types come up with an idea for getting this evil rune off of me?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I don't know the first thing about getting rid of curses, sorry. Isn't that the kind of thing you religious types usually handle?\"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy seems unscarred in every sense of the word, neither his already-marred visage or taciturn nature damaged by the encounter in the caverns. He is quick and to the point in dealing with the greetings and concerns of others, only accentuating the urgency of their position,\n\nHis response to Callos is perhaps the longest, \" I didn't escape on account'a I weren't never caught. Never caught the dwarf though, and once the fish started handing out headaches what'd make yer nose bleed, I cut my losses. Just took me longer ta circle back around and find yer trail. And I do mind, a lot. Take my word or don't, but I submit ta nothing no more than ya'd submit ta me torturing ya. . . Just ta be sure. \"\n\nInititally, he has no words for Lissa, though he seems to have to resist the urge to pat her on the head when she grabs him. Afterwards, he presses a gold coin into her palm with a knowing nod, \" I appreciated the offer, but don't count me out yet. \"\n\nHis final point of business addresses a concern not voiced, but one that hung in the air like a fog around them,\n\n\" The tower'll do fer now, long as we ain't hanging about too long.A quick hole-up. \" A hard eye turns to Elthan, \" We got sorting out ta do before we go any further. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos\n\n A critical look was in his eyes as the wizard looked over Lumpy with just a little hint of suspiscion in his eyes but gave a slow nod. After all, just how had he managed to avoid the fish abomination's mental attack and make his escape? Not that he didn't think the half-orc could do it...just that it didn't seem very likely. Maybe all he'd have to do is keep an eye on Lumpy in the future...like he should have with Elthan. A slight pang of guilt fluttered through him but it didn't keep a rakish grin from coming to his face when he looked over to Lissa.\n\n\" Don't tempt me Lissa. I'm sure the world would love to know more about gnome/halfling relationships...could probably even make a couple good book deals on it if I market it right. Heh, well that'd definitly be one way to get some gold in my pouch.\"\n\n However the statement from Lumpy caused him to whip his head around to look at the misshapen half-orc and shook his head. \" No. No, we don't. I trust the fact your not mentally dominated, you'll have to trust me with what Elthan did and how to fix it. Of course thats assuming its still the same as when I last was told about it. \" \n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby does his best to sink into the snow, but can't suppress the broad smile that takes hold of his cheeks." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There isn't enough rope to make a direct descent down the cliff face. Plus the party could probably use another night of rest before tackling the frozen Lake.\n\nIt is some hours past noon, Adalmar reckons. The party decides to head for the northern tower, which appears to be closer than the one to the south.\n\nThe trip there takes longer than one might have expected. The tower is much larger than it first seemed from a distance. It is almost dusk by the time you reach the tower. The ancient stone is bathed in an orange-red light from the setting sun to the west.\n\nThe walls are sheer and featureless, with no visible windows. There is also no obvious door.\n\nAs the sun begins to disappear over the horizon, the temperature drops noticably ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nDespite the freezing temperatures, Khazrael doesn't put on any extra clothing. He barely seems to notice that the icy wind should be chapping the skin clean off of his bare arms. While the group surveys the tower, he munches on a handful of snow to stave off thirst.\n\n\"I can scale the side and look up top. Or I guess I could cast my climbing spell on Lumpy. Anyone else have any ideas?\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I recall my father once telling me that some of the most cunning and intelligent architects would put place escape routs and back doors in the most obvious of places. \"Aeroz states as he moves forward and knocks on the obelisk.\n\n\" This is still going under the assumption that this is a dwelling or a lookout. It could just be a glorified lawn decoration for all we know. It could even belong to Sethra or one of his cronies .\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar knows little about these towers other than that they line the coast at relatively regular intervals and that they've been here for as long as his people can remember.\n\nFor the most part his people avoided them, if only because no one ever figured out a way to get inside.\n\nLooking up at the tower from its base is a bit dizzying.\n\nAs Aeroz knocks on the stone, he notes that the black rock appears to have been fitted together without mortar. On the west side (away from the Lake), Aeroz finds a larger door-sided stone that might represent some sort of entrace, albeit one with no handles or hinges ..." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe sighs. \" Well, I suppose it can't hurt to try. Perhaps in our hour of need we'll find a way to get in. \"\n\nHe starts examining every inch of stone around the door-like stone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTake 20 on Search : 28\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael stares at the door, uttering a few quipped phrases as he does so.\n\n((OOC: Casting Detect Magic and first checking the door, then pacing around the tower to find any sort of lingering spells or anything on it. My spider climb offer still stands.))" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel\n \nTiriel nods in agreement with Aeroz. \" I'll check higher up, there may be an entrance we can't see from here. \"\n\nShe takes a few steps back before launching herself in the air. As she climbs the height of the tower, using strong steady wing beats, she looks for loss stones or a window before proceeding to the roof." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin also begins to examine the stone of the tower, adding her sharp eyes to the search." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby raises his hands to cast a spell, but Khazrael beats him to it. He is content to wait for the others to take care of things, as usual." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel spirals upward around the tower until she reaches its top. The smooth black stone of the tower walls are completely featureless. The tip of the tower is a smooth flat circle with a low parapet. A round black stone is set in the center of the floor - presumably a trap door of some kind.\n\nShe touches down gently and spends a few seconds admiring the view. From her vantage point, she can just make out the last few rays of the sun as it drops below the horizon. In the distance she can spot another tower to the north and, of course, a tower to the south. Looking down, she sees that the base of the tower is already shrouded in darkness.\n\n...\n\nDown below, Adalmar and Katrin examine the base of the tower closely. Khazrael stares at the door. His eyes seem to almost glow for a moment as he whispers the words to a simple spell.\n\nKhazrael is surprised to find that the tower does not radiate magic in any way. In fact, if anything, the tower almost seems to disappear from his view when he taps into the weave. \n\nHe blinks, puzzled. Before he lets the spell go, he sees a strange kind of afterimage. The blank door has been marked - Khazrael sees a stylized drawing of an angel. The angel is upside down, as if falling ...\n\n...\n\nElthan steps forward to examine the door as well. The half-elf reaches out a hand and touches the door. Silently, the door slide inward and upward, disappearing into darkness. The doorway stands open before him." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Everyone, be careful. The tower seems disconnected from the weave. I've never seen anything like it.\"\n\nHis eyes shoot to Tiriel.\n\n\"There's a picture of one of you guys on the door. Looks like it's dead or falling out of the sky or something.\"\n\nHe slips his knife out of his belt and watches Elthan, unsure of how he managed to open it." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa eyes the now-open door with distrust, then gives Elthan a hard look. \"Interesting, that the resident murdering mage should be able to open a tower that's 'disconnected from the Weave'.\" Her voice takes on a poisonously false sweetness. \"Would you care to enlighten us on that topic, Elthan dear? Or would that mean admitting the reason why you slaughtered a man who placed his trust in your hands? There's stories about what an unprincipled mage can do with the power of bloodshed, you know.\" The gnome caresses the stock of her loaded crossbow. Obviously, Lissa has neither forgiven nor forgotten. She gives Elthan one last brilliant, hard smile, then focuses her attention on the dark opening. \n \"Dark in there; not surprising, really.\" With a few words of Gnomish and a spiraling gesture, Lissa's signature quartet of pastel-colored dancing lights pop into existence above her head. She points toward the door, and the floating balls of light zoom in, hovering about 5 feet inside the entrance. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n \"The tower is disconnected from ...magic? I'm no expert on spellcasting, far from it, but how could the tower be visible to our eyes but disappear when someone looks at it with magic? Wouldn't it have to be magical itself? And if it was, then couldn't someone see the magic that hides it?\" \n\nKatrin is immediately suspicious when Elthan opens the door with only a touch. She grasps her still-loaded crossbow and backs away from the doorway.\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHand on the pommel of his sword, he looks from Lissa to Elthan and back." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Katrin, sometimes wizards don't want to been seen by their rivals. Making something invisible to magical detection would not always make it invisible to plain sight. Though I'd ask Callos about this. I'm just remembering some basic information from my training. \" Aeroz states as he draws his rapier in preparation for what may be waiting inside the obelisk." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael nods as Aeroz speaks.\n\n\"I'm no wizard, I don't really get how this crap works, but I imagine there could be some kind of spell that simply shuts out my detection ability.\"\n\nHe frowns.\n\n\"If that's not the case, though, I have no clue what's going on here. Though I bet I know who does.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nHis curiosity piqued, Achkby casts the same spell Khazrael had, puzzled by the other sorcerer's description of his perception." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan takes a step back as the door opens, not certain precisely why it had opened. He nods in agreement with Khazrael that the tower may not be connected to the weave, but states his puzzlement to the described image. \"It's certainly an interesting metaphor to the phenomena.\"\n\n If the door is magic, but the tower is not connected to the weave, I wonder what exactly these towers are for... \n\nThough Elthan was not facing the group when he turned around, for a brief moment as his eyes narrowed at the gnome, some pain could be seen at the mention of Evandurs death. The pain in his face fades quickly as it is replaced by agitation.\n\n\"No, Lissa, I don't think I will,\" he says in a slow, bitter manner, \"Or at least not to one as insufferable as you.\"\n\nAfter a second, he seems surprised that he had said such, but turns away to face the door again. As he marches into the tower, he closes the door by will alone.\n\n(OOC: Once in the tower, Casting Close . Assuming it's not anti-magic, the door should close.)" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"INSUFFERABLE?! I'M INSUFFERABLE?! Why, you lying, murdering, kobold-hearted, maggot-brained, son of a flea-ridden DRETCH! Get out here and say that to my face, puling milk-livered goblin-hearted eunuch! What's the matter, can't take on one little gnome? BETRAYER! BLACKGUARD! \" An angry human woman shrieking insults at the top of her lungs is quite bad enough. Gnomes, however, have higher-pitched voices than tallfolk. Lissa continues in this often-blasphemous vein for some time, at earsplitting volume and in several languages. That door would have to be either pretty darn thick or magically soundproofed for Elthan not to get some idea of what's going on... which is probably the point. In a last bit of spite, Lissa pulls her ghostly quartet of lights out of the building. Let him burn his own magic to light his path. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter admiring the view Tiriel turns back to examining the tower \"roof.\" After giving the stones a quick once-over, Tiriel spends some time examining the round stone in the center. She doesn't rule out the possibility of traps, but also figures that it would be unusual to trap a tower roof." }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy folds his arms across his chest, letting an impassive mask slip over his features,\n\n\" This is why I advocated killing him, ya know. He's a liability, and whatever his intentions are, he ain't ever gonna be trustworthy. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel examines the disc curiously. There does not appear to be any way to open it from the outside as best she can tell. She pries at the stone with his fingers, but even with all of her strength, she can't get the stone to budge.\n\nShrugging, she looks down at her friends gathered about the base of the tower. With a leap, she dives downward for several seconds before unfurling her wings and gliding to a gentle landing in front of the tower's entrance.\n\n...\n\nElthan's dramatic storming into the castle was somewhat spoiled when the black stone door fails to slam shut completely (perhaps it's too heavy?). Instead, the door sits half ajar, like a loose tooth.\n\nLissa recalls her dancing lights and they spiral about her like enthusiastic puppies. Meanwhile, Achkby narrows his eyes and confirms the unusual nature of the tower reported by Khazrael.\n\nSeveral other members of the party nod in agreement as Lumpy speaks. On the other hand, the darkness brings with it an additional chill. Sinister or not, the black tower appears to offer your only option for shelter." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael ducks under the half-open door and moves uncomfortably close to Elthan. He says nothing, but throws him a look that just dares him to try and run off again.\n\nCuriosity seems to rule out the need for a vindictive attitude, and Khazrael turns from the wizard to examine the interior of the tower. He allows his eyes to make a few passes over the interior before deciding to see through the weave from inside the tower. He repeats his earlier gesture and looks up expectantly.\n\n((OOC: Casting detect magic again once inside.))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nWhen Elthan first spoke up and ran inside of the tower, Callos froze completely as every fiber of his being stopped. There was no way Elthan could....was there? Didn't he think about what this looked like?! A silent groan was more then covered when Lissa pounded on the half shut door and began to scream profanities out into the air.\n\nCarefully sidling past the gnome, Callos ducked underneath of the stone slab of a door and looked around thoughtfully. Hmm...this place out to do just fine...especially if it's disconnected from the Weave, it'll just mean there isn't a chance of backlash or unforseen consequences...er...well...Weave related consequences anyway. \n\nThinking about his own plans, not to mention looking over at Elthan with a wary eye and shaking his head to himself. \" Elthan, I would like an explanation about how you opened the door. Is this tower...is it a receptacle of what we talked about? Is it safe? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nAfter her initial rage has spent itself, Lissa regains enough common sense to follow Khazrael and Callos through the door, loaded crossbow at the ready. Her dancing lights swirl out and up to bob merrily at a point some ten feet in from the door and five feet up from the ground. (Plenty high from a gnomish perspective.) Once the lights have left Lissa's immediate vicinity, it becomes much harder to see her...\n\nLissa's voice echoes from the dark recesses of the room's opposite side. \"We're still waiting for an answer, Elthan dear. Some of us aren't easy sleeping at night with a murderer, you know. After all, we could be next.\" The voice suddenly moves behind Elthan. \"Do you remember the tale of the scorpion and the swan? I've no desire to end up like the swan... and I can see where the scorpion is now.\" \n\n\nOOC: Ghost sound FTW! 😁\n Hide w/Small bonus - (1d20+18)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThere is no need to think, he knows what he must answer to the Orc. \" If we kill him like that, we are no better than him. It's out of the question. He must be judged. \" He is not forceful, for he states a simple truth.\n\n[EDIT]With a last look at the sky, he strolls into the tower. He decides to leave Kir to roam as he wishes - the proud hawk has earned it.[/EDIT]\n\nCallos' cryptic words make him uneasy. He mutters under his breath : \" Mages will twist words until North becomes South. \"\n\n\" Couldn't you be plainer, mage ? \"\n\nYet, indecision has returned. He eyes the tower with even more distrust than before." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is immediately suspicious of Callos after he demands an explanation. He's hiding something from us... \n \"I agree with Aldamar. Besides, I am quite curious as to why Elthan did what he did...\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAnother disgruntled sigh came from the necromancer as he heard the comments from Adalmar and Katrin. Great, now he'd have those two acting all suspicious around him when he hadn't even done anything to deserve it. Well...nothing on purpose anyway. How was he supposed to know the wolf he had lightening bolted had been a werewolf? Anybody could have made that very same mistake. Best to clear up his involvement in this then.\n\n\" To answer your question then yes, I could be much plainer but I choose not to. Plainly stating such things as I'm referring to would already taint your already darkened dispositions in a way that would be both unfavorable and unjust to all present. But I'll explain what I can with what information I have, which isn't much to be perfectly honest. Lissa, I need some light over here if you wouldn't mind... \"\n\nProceeding quickly, who knew what was in here after all, Callos reached into his pack and withdrew his spellbook and flipped to through the first couple of pages until he stopped on one of them. The picture held an illustration of a bolt of lightening on it, plainly stating what sort of spell it was.\n\n\" You all can tell what this is, right? Its a spell for conjuring up lightening to use against ones enemies. It alters and shapes nature in such a way as to bring about the desired result from the infinite possibilities of the multiverse. However, despite the supernatural qualities that it produces the magic is still a part of nature. \"\n\nAgain he went into his pack, this time retrieving a sheet of parchment, his quill, and inkwell. Dabbing the tip into the plain ink, his quill could be heard scratching across the parchment as he began to doodle. Figuring other people could relate to it better, Callos drew the figure of a human person and then labeled the different parts of the body with the schools of magic. Once he had finished with that, he very carefully shaded in the shadow of the person up to a certain point then ceased, not to mention not connecting the shadow to the person.\n\n\" Here's the best way that I can show this to all of you. Look, heres each school of magic that has been classified at the moment. Abjuration, conjuration, divination, enchantment, evocation, illusion, necromancy, and transmutation. Most magic-wielders tap into the entire spectrum. Some specialize in certain aspects, like myself. I'm very good with necromancy but I refuse to even learn conjuration and illusion spells. Not to mention their beyond my abilities. But for the most part, this is the whole of the Weave. But! You'll notice something in this diagram. That's because like all things, the Weave has a shadow. For lack of better words to describe it, we'll call it the anti-Weave. It's different from the normal weave because it wasn't...built in to the multiverse at it's creation. Instead it was simply added on later by another deity. Another way that it's different is it's function. From what I understand it has a much narrower spectrum then the Weave. Only necromancy and enchantment to those who use it, but they use it at a greater degree of finesse then normal Weave-users. Look, see how the shadow doesn't touch the whole? That's because this anti-Weave has nothing to do with Weave yet relies on it. So there are benefits to using this anti-Weave, provided that there are precautions taken to ward one's self from mental and physical harm, but the anti-Weave corrupts, even to the smallest degree, whatever it touches. \" Came the verbose lecture as Callos held out the sheet of paper for all those inside to look at even as he gave an apologetic look to Elthan. They did deserve to know, and if explaining some of Elthan's dirty little secret would convince them he probably hadn't done the deed of his on violation then it was worth it. But he knew enough about religon to realize that telling who had crafted the Shadow Weave or who Elthan had most likely contacted to gain such powers would open up a whole new can of worms.\n\nTwisting he let a re-approving look fall on Katrin and Adalmar before speaking softly once more, the studious tone being replaced by a very acidic tongue. \" Was I plain enough that time or shall I dumb it down some more? And can you see the signifigance in this place being 'disconnected from the Weave' now? It's most likely safe, but we shouldn't stay long. A night at the most if I'm right. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan takes several steps back to the wall as Khaz and Callos crawl in after him. However short a period he had been alone, it was still enough to calm his nerves, even with sudden interruption. He rolls his eyes away as the gnome attempts to throw her voice.\n\n\"Lissa, please try to be less antagonizing. Stop trying to hide in my plain sight, and for heavens sake learn some proper interpretation rather than soiling a good story with your creativity. I suppose the same to you, Callos. Stop patronizing them. I'm sure they could all cast spells by now if not for tendencies to do otherwise.\" To the five or so present, he address his explanation.\n\n\"There is another Weave, and no, it is not called the 'Anti-weave'. It does not oppose or contrast in any negative fashion, assuming a positive for the Weave. Rather, it exist side by side with the Weave like a shadow, hence the name.\n\n\"The door opened, as I see it, because I have a connection to this Shadow Weave. This allowed magic to flow through me were for others it would not, such as the area of dead magic this tower is no doubt built upon.\n\n\"I know nothing about this section of the worlds history. I'm so far east, I'm almost expecting to see home over the horizon. However, I can guess as to what this towers purpose was. The ones who built it must have had access to the Shadow Weave, or some other method of preserving their magical abilities. The ability to retain their spells where others cannot is a clear tactical advantage to holding this structure. The door itself kept people from entering for however long, as Adalmar has said.\n\n\"I apologize for being so... reactionary, earlier. Please, one of you go and tell the others to come in from the cold. This place was for an immediate advantage to the holder, and should not contain any danger.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Antagonizing?\" , echoes the ghostly voice. \"I'd say I'm being pretty darn reasonable considering what you did to Evendur. I haven't killed you... yet... after all.\" \n\n\nOOC: I should've done this last post- Move Silently - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \nLets see if 'Shadow Weave' rings any bells- Knowledge: religion - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nThe light of Lissa's spell, even set at their distance and height, or even the dwindling light outside coming in from the jammed door, is enough to illuminate the tower for Elthan. With some disdain, he speaks to the gnome in shorter words than usual.\n\n\"Yes, Lissa, I shall repeat; Antagonizing. The story of the Scorpion and the Swan was about how one cannot not deny what one truly is. How many times for as long as you have known me have I killed, or perhaps even permanently injured anyone, alive or not? Based on that, what would you suppose my nature is? The tale is not one of distrusting others.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nBy the time she gets to the tower's base everyone but Lumpy has entered the tower. \" So who got the door open? \" She asks the half-orc, \" There wasn't much up top, maybe a trap door, but I couldn't get it open. \"\n\nShe can only hear snatches of the conversation but from what she's heard, things are turning ugly. Ducking under the door, Tiriel walks in as Callos finishes up his little lesson on magic and... non-magic or whatever it's called.\n\n\" Lissa stop it. And you,\" she says pointing at Elthan, \"You owe us an explanation. I could care less about some story about a dead bird and a stupid scorpion. No metaphors, no more avoidance, you're going to tell us or I swear I'll hold you down while Callos gets the answer out of you. \"\nShe plants herself in front of the door, hoping that with Lumpy outside and everyone else inside, that they'll get some answers." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The walls at the base of the tower are quite thick, so the ground floor chamber is smaller than one might have assumed from the outer diameter of the base. The circular room is perhaps 80 feet across.\n\nEight large columns form a ring around the periphery of the chamber, providing additional support to the upper levels. A narrow staircase spirals upward and downward along the inner surface of the wall to levels higher and lower. All of the structures appear to be made of the same dark stone as the exterior. The surfaces are smooth and unadorned. Inside, the tower maintains the same detached aura it had when scanned from the outside.\n\nAs most of the rest of the party ducks under the half-opened door and enters, light spills into the chamber from their torches. Lissa steps out from behind one of the columns, and joins the others confronting Elthan. Only Callos seems to stand near the half-elf. The others (Katrin, Tiriel, Adalmar, Khazrael, and Lissa) form a cautious semi-circle in the center of the room. Tension thickens the air.\n\nLumpy, Trinark, Aeroz and Achby crowd around the half open doorway, listening to the conversation, but not committed to entering just yet." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nThe air is thick as the others come to a stand-off. Elthan does his best to ignore any tension as he breaks the silence.\n\n\"So, where should I begin?\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe talk of schools of magic loses him, but some threads he can relate to the tales of his people.\n\" I have heard of this, I think... The unceasing war between two Goddesses, the Moon and the Night... \" His soft-spoken words trail into silence.\n\n\" If its slightest touch corrupts... then what of us ? \" He raises his hands to inspect them, half-expecting to find a darkness in them.\n\nTo Callos' tongue-lashing, he reacts with a placid shrug. \" I never pretended to be smart. \" He has a few questions on his lips, but he holds them as the half-elf starts to speak.\n\nRemaining quiet for some time, he finally asks a single question : \" So, I get the link between the tower and the other magic, but where do you and your crime fit in ? \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa makes no secret of her feelings; her crossbow is pointed directly at Elthan. Her narrowed eyes are like chips of dark ice as she stares at the mage. \"How about you begin with a good reason why we should trust you? Evendur never did anything to you. He might've been a pompous stick-in-the-mud at times, but he was a good man and a faithful servant of his goddess.\" The dancing lights spin faster, reflecting their caster's agitation. \"Why, Elthan?\" The last is almost whispered, the words filled with equal parts pain, anger, and confusion." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin listens patiently to Callos's and Elthan's explanations of the Shadow Weave. She understands it in general terms--that it is like a shadow or a reflection of normal magic, and that it works in places where normal magic does not. She does see the advantages of this, but she is suspicious of the \"corruption\" that Callos had mentioned. However, she does not act upon her suspicions until Aldamar mentions the war between the two goddesses. Selune and Shar... Does that mean that Shar created this Shadow Weave? It would fit her nature, she being the goddess of night and shadow, and Callos said that the Shadow Weave was created by a deity after the creation of Faerun. And isn't Elthan's last name... 'Moonshadow?' \n \"Elthan,\" she says, narrowing her eyes, \"which god--or godess--do you follow?\" \n\n(OOC: Katrin follows Selune; I'm assuming that the war between Selune and Shar would be common knowledge among worshippers of either goddess.)" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan spends a moment to collect all of his thoughts as well as possible by look at the ground. Silence once again takes over during the wait for his response. Upon raising his head, he speaks with as little gesture or flourish as possible.\n\n\"The Shadow Weave is not all entirely like the Weave. Though very similar, the patron deity of the Shadow Weave reserves the right to isolate anyone whom she does not see fit from her Weave.\n\n\"I've slowly felt my ability to perceive drain as I've attempted to dissect the eccentricities of its function. It is a confusing and laboring process that becomes more difficult the farther one strives to understand. The Shadow Weave is in injurious to the mind, but there is a remedy to heal that wound, and secure access to the Weave at once. One must perform a favor for the goddess, and take up a geas to worship her.\n\n\"I believe what that favor was is apparent. I had a plan, so that his death would not be of harm. I planned that after his death I would purchase resurrection for him from my own savings, so that I may prove that I would indeed do so, but still retain our powerful ally, and engage him openly at a later date after Sethra was vanquished.\n\n\"Upon our last few stops, such an opportunity to carry out my plan did not present itself, and I became anxious. Perhaps such an opportunity would never present itself, and I would continue with a hole in my mind. Wander, only partially myself. When we stopped again, I killed him, and hoped that we could carry his body far enough to bring him back to aid us. Now, such a thing is impossible, and I mourn his loss.\n\n\"There is nothing now that I myself can do to right this. All I can do is accept your judgment, and hope that I might continue to aid the group in its task so that Evandurs death would not be so pointless an affair. I've done what I've felt was best for the group.\"\n\nElthan stops and gives Katrin a confused look, as if not expecting the question. \"I follow Shar. Why?\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael brushes a stray bit of black cornsilk hair out of his face.\n\n\"I owe him about the same as I owed Evendur. I say he goes for a good long walk in the snow.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis shoulders sag, bleakness overcoming him. He had been hoping, against all odds, that there was another explanation. Till now. \" Murder in cold blood it is, then. If I have my way, you will be tethered until you can be handed over to the Rashemen Councils. \"\n\nHe turns his back to Elthan, in the manner of Dalese elders after they pronounce a condamnation.\n\n \n Spoiler \ncompletely extrapolating on the Great Dale culture here\n " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa's face shifts through a rainbow of expressions as Elthan tells his tale, finally settling on disgust. \"What part of 'evil deity' didn't you understand when you started studying this 'Shadow Weave', Elthan? We gnomes know both Selune and Shar, the Moonlady and the Dark Sister. The Dark Sister, we know too well.\" Her eyes harden, and she points to the holy symbol around her neck. \"One of my order's tasks is to keep an eye out for corrupted mages. The Sly One is, after all, also the Master of Illusions. The Dark Sister loves to recruit mages, promising power while demanding more and greater sacrifices. It's too dangerous to keep a devotee of hers in the clan... and even more dangerous to exile them.\" Lissa sighs, closing her eyes briefly. \"I should have been more watchful. It just never occurred to me that one of us would be stupid or arrogant enough to court the Dark Sister.\" \n\nShe unlocks the safety on her crossbow with an audible click. The anger in her has turned to sorrow and iron resolve. \"You may die by your own hand, by our hands, or by exposure to the elements. Choose.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nStunned by the gnome's cold-heartedness, he slowly remembers that she is, above all, a priestess.\n\n\"I could give a rat's ass what you're praying to, Elthan, but think about it. You killed him. Evendur's dead forever and it's your fault. Do you really think people would just let that go? And what in the nine hells, you thought you'd just bring him back? You know Shar wouldn't have accepted your sacrifice unless your heart was in it!\"\n\nAs he speaks, his thoughts run over the demon princes and their servants. Was Shar any different? These beings never gave anyone anything unless they felt like it was going to help them in the long run. Lyth'eril...was it the same for you? Did the call of power lead you to betray me, or was it fear alone? " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nQuietly, Katrin says, \"Why, you ask? Because I follow Selune. I do not appreciate the killing of innocents, done at the bidding Mistress of the Night.\" She levels her crossbow at Elthan, and her voice grows harder and stronger. \"Anything else I would have said, Lissa has said already. Either we will kill you or you can kill yourself and save us the trouble.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nA myriad of expression, almost as much as Lissa, flashed across the necromancer's face as he heard the explanation for the ritual but he wheeled to look at Elthan with his face slowly turning red then purple from rage. \" You...you...IMBECILE! Just what did the two of us talk about?! \" He stormed across the few steps between the two of them and grabbed Elthan by the front of his clothes. \" Huh?! WHAT DID WE TALK ABOUT!? Do you remember even? You told me, you swore that you'd come to me before delving any deeper. That we'd discuss it to see if it was worth the power to give some of yourself to Shar! That I'd be there to make sure nothing went wrong! DID YOU FORGET?! You...you...damned fool of a dabbler! I told you, I gave you personal expeirences with sacrificing oneself for power and you still did this! I...I should pummel that thick of yours in for this! \"\n\nHis dark orbs seemed even darker as he bellowed into the sorcerer's face and when he was finished, Callos was breathing hard. Part of him wanted to blast this arrogant elfling, another wanted to shake him and convince him of his wrongs. Force him to come back from the precipe he had gone towards. Why hadn't Elthan just listened? Why had he felt the need to push forward so foolishly? Deep in those eyes though Elthan could see...a kind of sad recognition. Slowly...his grip relaxed on the sorcerer and he released him...rather reluctantly. Head whipping around at this talk of judgement by his fellows...they couldn't possibly be serious...could they?\n\nWhen next he spoke, all of the hot rage had vanished from his voice to be replaced by cold fury. \" Any of you so much as loose a bolt at him and I'll bring you down were you stand. You claim the side of good in this, but continue in this course of action and you'll have the death of an innocent as much on your heart as the death of one you would call 'monster' simply for trying to help the whole and complete the mission. \" Turning a little, he gave a solemn nod to Elthan and whispered to him softly. \" Elthan, tis not too late to chose the right path here. To make up for the crime and throw away the dark. Whatever you chose...just know I stand by you as much as I would have stood by Djital, my brother in all things but blood. \"" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy kept his post at the door, expression inscrutable as accusations were levied and explanations given. Calmly, he lets the storm pass, interjecting in conversation's lull, fixing his gaze on Callos. His drawl is absent as he speaks, slipping into an icy deadpan,\n\n\" No, you've interjected your bias into this for long enough. The only reason he's even lived until now is because I thought he'd been coerced, but this one isn't forgivable, excusable, or forgettable. There's no way you can credibly claim what he did as the act of an innocent, doubly so if the process has been as drawn out as you're leading on to. In light of such an act in general, I will not tolerate his presence, and because it was an honorable man to whom I was indebted, I will not tolerate his existance on this mortal coil. \"\n\nHis expression shifts subtley, taking on a sardonic grimness,\n\n\" It almost galls me as much that he thought his planned lip service to the most vengeful bitch in existence could possibly benefit us more than the service of a holy warrior against an army of undead. \"\n\nStill leaning against the wall, Lumpy unloops his flail from his belt,\n\n\" For killing one of us the way he did, I'd've killed him. An unjustifiable act intended to strengthen himself at the expense of everyone else doesn't benefit us, and never will. I won't have you defending him with some righteous smokescreen. I think you can form a pretty simple picture as to how far I'll take this. Don't make it any harder than it needs to be, necromancer. \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nIn light of having nothing to add to the conversation at hand, Aeroz begins to clean the dirt under his fingernails with the artifact rapier. \" This is going nowhere... \" Aeroz comments to no one in particular.\n\nBefore stepping into the tower, he gathers a few larger rocks and stones and places them in his sack. Upon entrance he tosses a couple rocks about in anticipation. The elf sets his sights on the staircase. Ascending it could lead to some answers to what this place is, however there may also be some risks.\n\n\" Well, you keep on with this arguing and infighting. I'm going to do a bit of reconnaissance. Trinark, if you would be so kind as to accompany me \" Aeroz states as he begins to climb the stairs cautiously." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa gives Callos a disgusted look. Plainly, his arguments are falling on deaf ears as far as she's concerned. \"You're casting suspicion on yourself now, Callos. There's no way he's 'innocent' after willingly sacrificing a comrade-in-arms to the Dark Sister.\" Her mouth works as if she wants to spit. \"Lumpy said it all quite well, really. Now step away from the murderer before one of us drags you.\" She smiles thinly. \"And go right ahead, fry the priestess in a vain attempt to save one of the Dark Sister's minions. I'm sure you'll love explaining that one to Mystra or Azuth or whatever god you follow once you reach the afterlife.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael idly tosses his knife in the air over and over again, catching it first by the hilt, then by the blade.\n\n\"Come on Callos, there's no reason to throw your own life away. He made his decision already.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Trinark remains down below, eyes shifting from Elthan to the others as they debate the half-elf's fate.\n\nThe half-elf's words seem to have done little to mollify his fellow travelers. At the same time, no one is eager to be the first to lay a hand on Elthan. What punishment seems appropriate for murder? Banishment? Execution?\n\nAeroz lingers on the narrow stairs. There is no railing, but the elf has no trouble maintaining his balance. He looks up as the stairs spiral up to the next level. The chamber above is completely dark, too dark even for elven eyes." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe had not the words to convince them. Frustration. His hands balled into fists. So he says, softly : \" I cannot abide what he's done. But do not take the life of a man lightly. \"\n\nOnly after he utters those words does he realize that he erred. The very solution he proposed, handing him to the Rashemen, would result in his certain death, for he now remembers that they also oppose the Night fervently. And it would slow their critical mission down.\n\nWhat to do ? Taking a few steps away from the group, he leans on the stone wall, welcoming its coolness, and tilts his head back." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"So let's give him some supplies and see him off. Maybe he'll get to the Iron Lord or whoever before we do. We don't really need to kill him, do we?\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Actually the innocent I was referring to was myself, not Elthan, Lissa. I'm not one to claim he's innocent but I am one to claim he at least deserves a chance to redeem himself. \" Callos replied with a somewhat weak grin. This wasn't exactly a laughing situation but he still found that statement a little bit funny to say the least. Though the rest of what Koji and Lissa said was hardly amusing.\n\n\" I'm not planning on throwing my life away. Throwing it away implies a sense of futility in the course of action and I hardly believe this is futile. Just like I already have enough to explain to whom I chose to observe as a paragon without this little incident so I'm not worried that subduing a gnome priestess and others will have a large blemish on my soul. \" However almost all of Callos's attention was diverted to Lumpy after that. \" Oh, I'll make this as hard as I need to make sure no one dies here Lumpy. Shar may be the most vengeful bitch in existence but we need all the help we can get and where ever we can get it from. This isn't a matter we can pick and chose who we want to help us out. If I remember correctly the priest of Umberlee was allowed to travel with us. A man who worshiped a goddess who wants to drown the entire world in ocean and opposes some of the most highly acclaimed benevolent deities of the realms and all we did was threaten him into not harming us while he traveled with us. And don't think I'm making this up, I've studied religion more then any of you most likely. Compared to that, a priest who would have gladly killed any of us at the slightest provocation, I'll gladly take the Sharete who has our best interests at heart, even if they have been warped some. Especially since the very same man has never done anything else wrong this entire journey. If Shar, Sharess, hell even Lolth, despite how much suffering the spider queen has put me through, want to help us bring down Sethra and return Sheyra to her own body I'm more then happy to let them, Mystara knows we need the aid. \"\n\nThe necromancer paused then and his eyes glittered for a moment as they swept around those who were assembled against him and Elthan, feeling a twinge of regret. Its not like they were doing this for fun, each of them had a legitimate reason for their actions, but that didn't mean that he still didn't feel sorry for them. How couldn't he? About fifteen years ago and he would have done the same thing. But that didn't mean he didn't know better know. It might be some hard work, but he wasn't ready to give up on Elthan yet. Especially since there was still a very good chance of getting him back to the right of things." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nCallos's bold protest deeply infuriates him, though he doesn't stop to think of why that might be the case.\n\n\"Here's an ultimatum. How about we let Lumpy here pop his head off and we can 'try to ressurect him' the minute we run into a priest and happen to have a king's ransom in gold on us? Would that work for you?\"\n\nHe thumbs his nose and sneers, his full lips peeling back to reveal overly sharp teeth.\n\n\"You're saving him if you let him go, Callos. I can't trust him not to stab me in the eye while I sleep or blast me with a fireball during a fight. He's a liability and the risk just isn't worth it.\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan stares down at the floor once more, dazed by the flurry of all too similar judgments. Why could they not see what he was doing? Why were they so focused on the minor consequences of his actions without seeing the entire picture? Certainly, there is a risk that losing a man on the front line of the fight might not be made up by what advancements in study he makes, but could they not see he was doing it for them?\n\n \"Khazrael,\" he says with his face still down, \"I have no intention of excusing myself, or believe I can make you trust me for the short period you have traveled with us, but were we not heading to none other than a king? Did you believe that there could be no other positive attribute to rendering our message and aid to him than only stopping Sethra's front, that we could ask no favor?\" Elthan looks up, clearly focused in question. He needs to make his point quick and clear.\n\n \"Comrades, I accept all the consequences because I know I can make the positive outweigh the negative. All that I have done I take only onto my shoulders so that you may receive the benefits. I want to see us stop Sethra at all cost of my own. There is no method I see not valid in achieving this goal, providing I continue to do my best not to allow any more of you to be further affected by my actions. I will gladly sacrifice any part of myself to bring this to an end.\n\n\"I cannot do much to reassure your trust in me, but if you look in my pack, you will find three books. In those is everything I have learned of the Shadow Weave. I have not changed by choosing this path, as those books will show. There is nothing but facts within.\" \n\nElthan points outside, to where his pack has been left in the snow. It is not too much of a stretch to suppose there is some arcane tome within.\n\n(OOC: Plain black was getting hard to distinguish, so I picked a text. Also, I will post those books in the PC thread for those who decide to read them)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" Dammit! \" spits Achkby suddenly, and steps into the tower. \" Wow is it cold out there. \"\n\n\" Elthan, you are wombatting stupid. Don't argue that, I don't know how you could think pulling on the shadow was a good idea. Callos, you've been a wombatting idiot too. You let him do that? In all honesty, this makes me question you more than Elthan. \"\n\nAchkby is uncharacteristically coherent now, and though he's had some time to think things over, the conviction in his voice is still remarkable.\n\n\" I know spoon about religion, but I understand the weave as well as Callos, though in a different way. No two mages accesses it in the same way. He's been talking about it as if it's a body. That's a popular explanation, but I can tell you it's a different truth than I know.\n\n\"Anyone in touch with the weave, though, can tell you the shadow is dangerous. You can always feel it there, its presence better defined as you master more and more magicks. But it's never a friendly presence. Very little can drive a magician to reach into it. Which is why I still trust Elthan. He must have been desperate to tempt its creator's wrath. She is the purest evil, and any mage can feel it. I've met many despicable arcanists, and not a sane one of them has tried to manipulate its power. You always, always lose more than you gain. The Dark Mistress doesn't gamble.\n\n\"We need every capable body we can in this fight. I never expected myself to be saying this, but as a group, it's our duty to protect each other. Not just against Sethra and his scions, but from ourselves, too. This journey has been hard on us all. Some of us have died. None of us is the same as when we set out. Callos has lost his brother. Lissa, when I met you, I would have laughed at the idea of you trying to lynch a comrade. I didn't think anything could make such a positive, kindhearted person hurl such vicious threats.\n\n\"Elthan tried to beat the system. He tried to escape the grinding journey that's been wearing us all down. To find a way around the struggle that's seemed utterly impossible to me more than a few times -- and I don't give up easily. He reached outside of everything anyone had considered for a way to win. While I almost admire that, it was still the stupidest thing he could have done.\n\n\"His attempt cost us Evendur, a great man whom we admire above all for his dedication and loyalty. I blame all of us for that, for not knowing what was going on in our own midst. For letting Elthan go far enough that he would try to trade away an ally's life.\n\n\"But he did it becuase of his dedication and his loyalty to this group and its goals. We cannot afford to lose two of the most selfless people here. We are burning those books on the campfire tonight, but Elthan deserves, and needs, to stay. \"\n\nAs he delivers his speech, Achkby seems almost detached from the entire conference. To him, the pressure in the room is palpable, the animosity of his friends rebounding and magnifying off the anti-weave walls that enclose them. Does it threaten him personally, or does everyone feel this way? Does he support Elthan so fervently because of his own loyalty and conviction? Or because he fears what might happen to him?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe spits on the ground and mutters abyssal curses that hiss and smoke in the air, but says nothing more. The knife returns to his belt and he trudges up the stairs, turning his energy instead to figuring out what kind of place this is." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nThe betrayal and hurt in Lissa's eyes as Achkby supports Elthan is almost palpable in the air. She remains silent for a long moment, crossbow still pointed at Elthan's chest. Finally she speaks in a low, hoarse voice.\n\n \"The elders were right. Gods help me, they were right. I was a blind idiot to trust any of you.\" They told me. I violated the Rule of Trust- never trust anyone outside family and faith- and sure enough, it's come back to bite me on the bum. Lissa takes a deep breath, her expression becoming remote. And I violated the Rule of Combat; never strike from the front unless you have to. Hells, I thought Elthan at least deserved to know who was killing him and why... he used to be a friend... \n\nShe finally lowers the crossbow, pointing it at the ground. \"Well. I know my limits. I might be able to take two hostile mages, but not three. So unless someone's willing to help out-\" the gnome glances at Lumpy, Katrin, Khazrael and Adalmar- \"I suppose you leave me no choice.\" \n For now, at least. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Now hold on one bloomin' second here. I don't need you defending my Ackby...or being called an idiot by you either. I didn't let anything happen. It was already happening, I think so anyway, when he told me about. I just tried to make sure he didn't do something stupid while taking his cosmic shortcut or something he'd regret and we all see how well that turned out. Hells, I didn't even know he was planning some kind of ritual and if I had I would have stopped him then. \" Irritation replaced the cold anger on his face as he turned to look at Lissa...then back to Ackby. Ah hell. This couldn't possibly be happening. Not now at least.\n\nWith a sigh and roll of his eyes he looked at Ackby then to Lissa again and shook his head. \" And as wonderful as it is to see you finally arguing against the majority when your views conflict with theirs, I truly think you should simply shut up for the moment and think about what you just said. You've given your piece and some very interesting insight but...uh..yeah. Probably shouldn't have...or at least not as vocally. I mean...that was very reasonable but being reasonable isn't exactly something we're using at the moment and if they do decide to attack Elthan and I anyway, despite being informed as to the truth, you shouldn't get involved. They'll still need an arcanist after all. \"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is crestfallen. Still, he leaves his arms crossed on his chest, not moving from his position just inside the door.\n\n\" I'm not fighting anyone. It isn't worth it. I'll trudge on through the snow by myself before I fight any one of you. That's what I'm saying. \"\n\nAs an afterthought, he adds, \" Though if you're really convinced that he's tied into the shadow weave, you'd best not try to execute him in here. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's low voice echoes in Lissa's ear. His tone is comforting, and she realizes he's magically communicating with her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"I never really knew Evendur, but he saved our lives when that troll had us. I know we owe him a lot, but remember that Elthan fought for us, too...and remember that if we don't make it to our goal in time, many more will die. I don't feel like it's my decision whether he lives or dies, but can you at least wait until we get where we're going?\"\n \n\n\nHis voice is thin. He clearly doesn't know what to do and almost seems to be asking Lissa for guidance, rather than giving it himself. He stands on the stairwell, half in the darkness, and waits." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nShifting her crossbow to one hand, Lissa bows her head and scrubs a hand across her face with the other, shoulders quivering slightly. Conveniently for her and Khazrael, this hides her mouth fairly well for a few moments.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"I'm patient. Take late night watch with me?\"\n \n\n\nAfter a bit, Lissa stands up straight again, puts the safety back on her crossbow and slings it over her back, all with that remote expression so alien to the Lissa everyone's come to know. \"Let's get on with it, then. The night's not getting any younger and we have yet to scout the entire tower for potential threats.\" Even her voice is flat.\n\n\nOOC: Skill check PMed to Dr. Bob." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA cough and a nod signals his agreement to Lissa, his face brought into the light as he takes a seat on the stairs." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis fingers are running involuntarily along the length of the bow, the feel of wood reassuring. His body, at first stiff against the wall, is now slouching.\n\nHe has always trusted he could see far ahead. No doubt this man, this murderer, is fooling himself. Whatever power he has acquired is no justification for his deed. The old mage, the one who thinks he is in control, is driven by something else. But he is no less wrong, blinded by his vaunted knowledge. The little man is perhaps the one who makes the most sense, but Adalmar can't bring himself to accept the coin of his trust - after all, the others know the half-elf just as well and think differently. That leaves the elf, fleeing responsibility up the stairs ; the half-orc, hungry for blood ; the drow priest, quiet statue ; the woman, a mystery. Khazrael, changing his mind - a wildfire. Or lightning. And cheery Lissa, who has turned to ice. Winged Tiriel, who still observes the scene and hasn't made her move.\n\nOh, he knows he is harsh with them, but for once it is proving easier than being harsh with himself. He had thought to find some solace here, for they share the same goal, but he has been deceiving himself. No, mostly they have deceived him.\n\nHe could reach out to Lissa, but not support her. He couldn't make that Elthan open his eyes and see . In this arena of words, he has little power.\n\nLeaning against the wall, Adalmar thinks dark thoughts, until he reaches their logical conclusion." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Uneasily, you put away your weapons for the moment (or at least stop pointing them at each other).\n\nJoining Aeroz, you cautiously choose to take the stairs upward, instead of downward. Hugging the curved walls (since there is no railing to prevent you from tumbling to the floor), you spiral up to the second level. As you leave the first level, you hear a soft grinding as the large door slides shut ...\n\nThe second level is a touch smaller than the first, but is similarly unadorned. The walls almost seem to absorb the torchlight, creating a dismal atmosphere. It takes a few minutes before someone notices something unusual - there are no wall sconces or other obvious light fixtures in this tower, despite its lack of windows. One imagines that the original builders of the tower must have been comfortable living in utter darkness ...\n\nThe third level is much the same, but the fourth is different. This fourth floor is divided in half by a flat wall, leaving you standing in a semicircular chamber.\n\nA flat black door is set in the center of the wall. It is a smaller version of the main entrance. An embossed face is set in the center of the door. Its eyes and mouth are closed." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": "(OOC: Crossbows have safteys?)\n Katrin \n\nKatrin slings her crossbow over her shoulder, keeping it loaded, and trudges up the stairs with everyone else. When they get to the fourth floor, she eyes the face in the door with a mixture of interest and suspicion. \"Khazrael... is that face in the door magical? I don't trust it, for some reason, it seems... misplaced...\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe remains at the back of the group, his face a mask." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nTo Katrin, he says, \"My eyes are a little tired, but why not.\"\n\nA gesture and a muttered phrase mark his third detect magic spell of the day, and he focuses on the door." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stands quietly during the debate. Her understanding of magic is basic and the existence of an anti-magic is, while not unknown to her, still confusing. After everyone has finished talking she sheaths her sword and falls into step with Callos as they ascend the staircase. When they reach the third floor she gently pulls him aside and speaks in a hushed voice.\n \n Spoiler \n\" Tell me the truth Callos. Do you really believe that he killed Evendur for the sake of others? I understand that he may have thought that 'one life is a small price to pay,' but I don't see the elf's new powers wining us a war .\" As an after thought she adds, \" He doesn't seem to regret his actions, and that angers me more than his actions .\"\n \n\n\n[ooc: the only person she doesn't want to hear this conversation would be Elthan. She would stop talking if he came too near.]" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nSince Khazrael has volunteered to scan the door for magic, Lissa remains silent. Just as she has been since the standoff ended. She has made sure to stay behind Elthan, watching him like the proverbial hawk with those cold, empty eyes. The mercurial gnome has shown a rainbow of moods in the past, but this icy focus is something new.\n\n The elders were right. Lumpy was right. Hells, even the spine-twisters and slick-talk men of Sembia were right on this one. I trusted too easily, and now look where it's got us. No, curse it, me. Lissa closes her eyes briefly, willing herself not to show the anger and pain she feels. Not to show anything. Nobody's on anyone's side but their own. No matter what they say, that's what it comes down to in the end. \n What about Sedryn? Evendur? Raskoruran? Thokk? Lumpy? Trinark? \nShe squeezes the hilt of her rapier, hard, until her knuckles whiten even through her brown skin. Yeah, the first four cared, no doubt about it. And look where it got them. Dead, dead, dead, and dead twice. There's no telling with Lumpy; that man runs hot and cold. I thought I could trust him, but I thought I could trust Elthan too. Trinark... if he's such a faithful servant of Eilistraee, why in the Nine Hells didn't he support us back there?! Dunno that much about his goddess, but I don't think she'd like the Dark Sister any more than Baravar does. Lissa clenches her jaw briefly. He's a more powerful priest than I am. If he'd actually come out in support of execution, we might've been able to take both Elthan and Callos without hurting the necromancer. Why didn't he speak up? \n\nLissa squashes the question of Achkby before that annoying mental voice can raise it. Instead, she forces herself to concentrate on the door before them." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan walks up the stairs in complete silence. Though he is not completely aware of the whispers and ill-thoughts behind him, he does his best to hide from their aura by shrinking into his cloak.\n\nAt the door, he turns to Khazrael. \"I might have better luck with that. Allow me.\" Standing at his side, he cast the same spell." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Why does this place give me so many jitters? I've seen plenty of more horrifying things then this place and it has me on edge. Maybe its because it's connected to the Shadow Weave... \n\nHis line of thought was interrupted when Tiriel pulled him aside from the others and began to whisper to him. Callos listened intently and took a long time to process everything he had seen in the past since his transformation back to human to the death of Evendur. Everything that he could remember about Elthan and those books in particular. Did the half-elf really regret what he had done or was he simply faking it? It was hard for the human to tell since he had been so sure that Elthan would tell him before taking any kind of big steps.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\" Its...difficult to tell. When he first consulted me about tapping the Shadow Weave I could have answered you without a shadow of a doubt that it was purely for our sake he did it. No question in my mind. Now?...I'm not so sure. As much as he denies it, I know that using the Shadow Weave is a corrupting expeirence and a very slippery slope to start down. I thought he could handle it if the both of us worked on it together but clearly that wasn't the case. As for his powers...its just as hard to tell. Elthan's trying to gain an edge on Sethra by having a greater understanding of necromancy then Sethra and it could make a good advantage if used right. All I know is I need to keep a much better eye on him then I did before. Preferably after I finish my own preparations which I need yours and probably Trinark's or Lissa's help for. Somehow I doubt Lissa will listen to me though, could you ask her for me? \"\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The door radiates the same inverted aura as the rest of the tower. As Elthan's gaze falls on the face, its embossed features animate in response.\n\nAt first the face blinks and squints, apparently annoyed by the light. After a moment, however, it seems to adapt to the illumination and it peers at your party, eyeing each of you carefully. The face spends an extra few seconds regarding Elthan in particular.\n\nThe face begins to speak. At first, its words are foreign to you, but within moments it switches to an archaic form of the common tongue. The face appears to be telling you a rambling story ...\n\n ... A fair maiden sits at a dinner table with a priest and a judge. She is surprised to see an unexpected visitor watching her from the doorway. Though frightened at first, the maiden did not cry out. Instead, recognizing that the visitor was hungry, she offered him some food. Gratefully, the visitor reached for the food only to be struck down and killed from behind. The maiden, satisfied, quickly disposed of his body and returned to her dinner. Neither the priest nor judge protested nor condemned the maiden. In fact, the three of them enjoyed the remainder of the dinner and conversation without commenting further on the death of the visitor. What justice is this? " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel 'tsks,' before saying quitely to herself, \" That was likely no maiden. \"\n\nooc: continuing conversation with Callos in the Private Conversations thread...." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSeeing the face spring to life, he repeats his earlier gesture of turning away and spitting on the ground--an act which earlier seemed to be a bad habit, but now is quite obviously some sort of ward against evil.\n\nAs the face finishes its story, Khazrael smirks. \"So what, is she smashing a cockroach or something?\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa studies the carven face with cool detachment. \"A mosquito, I'd say. Or perhaps a rat. Cockroaches won't come out if there's light.\" She thinks for a moment. \"Mosquitos die in cold weather, so I don't know if the builders of this tower would know about them.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe still stands away from the group.\n What kind of question is that ? It's not justice at all ! Is it trying to justify murder ? \n\nListening to the comments, he reconsiders the story under a different angle. Is it a trick story like those of that troll ? Quite confusing... " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin regards the face with some confusion. \"Whatever that means, I don't think it's something good, I don't trust it...\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby elbows Elthan hard in the thigh.\n\n\" Don't just go on and use magic like that. You tell Callos and me first. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan is taken aback by Ackby's force into his side. \"Achkby, I did announce what I was about to do.\" \n\nAfter taking a moment to ease the minor pain in his thigh and stare at Khazrael, he returns his gaze to the door and ponders alound, \"I wonder, what is the purpose to this question? A riddle, a test to open the door, or just a curious question by a bored animation? \n\n(OOC: As long as Detect Magic is in use, Elthan is curious as to what magical Aura's Khazrael has.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The face pauses then continues ...\n\n No justice at all, obviously, for the rat caught in a trap! \n\nWith those words, a stone slides across the opening to the stairwell, sealing you in. A grinding noise from above warns you of more sliding stone. The ceiling slowly begins to move downward.\n\nThe face opens its mouth wide and laughs ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan tense up as he sees the ceiling begin to fall down on the group. Nervously, he ask, \"Tiriel, if I made you any stronger, do you think you could force the ceiling upwards?\" He stops to pass a short glace towards Achkby.\n\n \"Would that be acceptable to you?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael looks fairly preturbed, but tries to maintain his stoic chagrin.\n\n\"Got any more questions, face?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" What justice? It's not justice... it's... it's... \"\n\nWhen Elthan speaks, Achkby looks at the sorcerer for a minute, and takes his question at face value.\n\" Callos, in this building, what could happen to that spell? Even his cantrips are doing odd things here... \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nFor a moment, Lissa's icy demeanor cracks. She snarls a rather nasty Gnomish curse at the face, then races over to the stone covering the stairwell. \"Aeroz, help me out here. Check the walls for hidden passages or safety mechanisms.\" Lissa makes a hurried examination of the wall/door, skilled fingertips and sharp eyes hunting for a latch, a button... nobody with brains builds a trap without a failsafe in case of accidents. Right?\n\n\nOOC: Dunno whether this is Search or active Spot, so I'm rolling Spot since I've got ranks in that one. 😉 I'll reroll if you want Search, Dr. Bob.\n\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nHe didn't want to give up on them so easily, that was his only justification for not walking out then and there. What use was his word to see them through this if they lacked the sight to see the obvious danger they left themselves in by letting the sorcerer live. They would be far more likely to see the iron lord without Elthan, he was certain.\n\nLumpy's face belies the nature of his underlying thoughts. Though his weapon is lowered, there is little doubt he's not entirely decided if he'll be using it soon or not. He follows the others woodenly as they explore the tower, drawing solace only from the fact that he was surely more adapted to work in darkness than the turncoat mage. But could he be that sure now? Damn Shar.\n\nSo distracted is he, the sprung trap almost fails to elicit a response from him. When he does move, it is directly for the faced door. It seemed to be the foacl point for whatever they'd managed to trigger. He glares at it for a bit, before prodding it expirimentally with the haft of his flail." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe slumps to a sitting position ; he can't seem to muster the energy to fight till the last breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis post may have to do with me sleeping 4h last night.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's training automatically kicks in. She begins looking for any sort of bypass or switch that could stop the downward slide of the ceiling, or any sort of hidden nook or passage where a person could huddle and avoid being crushed, but sees nothing.\n\n(( Search Check (1d20+6=7) \nMeep. 😦 Assuming a natural 1 is an automatic fail...))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Immediately your eyes rove the walls, floor and ceiling for any switches or openings.\n\nLissa crouches by the sealed stairway, looking for a way to slide back the stone that blocks her escape back downward. Her keen gnomish eyes scan desperately around the chamber looking for any kind of opening that might hide a latch of some kind ...\n\n The mouth? The face continues to laugh hysterically as Katrin and Lumpy examine the smooth stone door, its mouth open wide ...\n\nThe ceiling continues to drop ..." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe mage was jerked out his own private deliberations with Tiriel as the ceiling slowly began to descend down towards them and by the talking head that adorned the wall. That was before an incredulous look turned to Ackby that switched to a withering glare pretty quick.\n\n\" How the hell would I know the answer to that, huh? I know religon and undead, not creepy talking heads in the wall of a Shadow Weave filled tower. So how about one of you, either Elthan or...er...anyone really convince the head to stop trying to turn us into paste. Intimidate idt if you need too! \"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"The mouth!\" It's a flash of intuition, a sort of sixth sense for hidden locks and devices honed by years of experience getting into and out of places where Lissa really has no legitimate business. She sprints over to that hateful laughing face, hand diving into her haversack. Lissa comes up with a lumpy roll of thin, battered leather with bits of metal poking out of the top- her trusty set of thieves' tools. Fortunately for her, the face's mouth is just about at eye level for a gnome. Lissa peers intently into the mouth, hunting for a keyhole, a lever, a button...\n\n\nOOC: Spot - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nAgain, let me know if you'd rather have Search and I'll reroll." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "A glint of metal catches Lissa's eye. Some sort of latch or mechanism lies at the back of the laughing mask's \"throat\". She also notes several small slits lining the sides of the opening.\n\nShe considers reaching in, but the opening is deep. Her arms aren't going to be long enough to reach the back ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" **. Of all the rotten luck... You can cast what you want Elthan but I don't think I'll be able to stop that. \" Tiriel says looking at the ceiling.\n *. " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"ARRRRGH! @#$%! tallfolk traps! Aeroz, Katrin, one of you get your rump over here!\" Lissa steps to one side of the laughing face, glowering at it. If looks were spells, that door would be melted to slag about now. \"I can see a device of some sort in the mouth, but it's too far back for me to reach!\" She hands over the thieves' tools- a very fine set- to whichever of the two other 'experts' responds first. \"And be careful sticking your hand in there. I saw little slits along the sides of the opening, might have poisoned needles or somesuch.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nGlad to be useful for once, Katrin dashes over to the door. She accepts the tools from Lissa and very carefully reaches for the latch in the carved face's throat.\n\n(OOC: Disable Device check (1d20+6=9) Crap. I'm rolling low today...)" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nIn an uncharacteristic bout of straightforwardness, Achkby swings the longspear from his back for the first time in a long time, and levels the haft at the mouth.\n\n\" Ah, can I just jab into it? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin jams her arm into the face's throat up to her armpit. Her nimble fingers can feel the smooth metal of the override mechanism. She grabs a probe from Lissa's kit and pokes it into the device.\n\nWith a soft snick a dozen small blades slide out through the slits and pin Katrin's arm in place. The blades are angled so that, while they are causing minimal injury for the moment, they prevent Katrin from removing her arm. She is now trapped in place.\n\nThe grinding continues, though the face's laughing is now muffled by Katrin's arm.\n\nThe taller humans and elves now have to crouch down. Achkby looks for a way to use his longspear to help, but with Katrin's arm stuck in the hole, there is no room for the weapon.\n\n\n\nOOC: Katrin takes 1 hp of damage. Katrin has four rounds to try to work the override mechanism (DC 20). If she tries to remove her arm, she will take 12d6 damage. The rest of you have four rounds to do ... something. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSquinting his eyes shut, Khazrael feels a fire welling within him as he attempts to flip the lever with his mind alone.\n\n((OOC: Using mage hand to flip the lever if possible.))" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin freezes as the blades trap her arm in place. She grits her teeth together and continues to poke around inside the face's throat with Lissa's lockpick, trying to move only her hand and fingers to manipulate the tool, so she won't injure her arm further.\n\n(OOC: Four Disable Device checks (+2 with masterwork tools) (1d20+8=18, 1d20+8=12, 1d20+8=22, 1d20+8=26) )" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nIt's an effort, but Lissa stays quiet. She knows from painful experience that the very last thing one needs when trying to pick a lock or disarm a trap is somebody at your elbow asking, \"How ya doin'? Are you okay in there? Want me to help?\" She can't help looking up at the ceiling nervously, though, and praying to Baravar in her head. Please, please, lend Katrin some of Your divine skill! I would've disarmed the trap myself, but the tallfolk made the hole too deep... we just can't have come all this way to get squished by a drop-ceiling trap! " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis body is tense, but he cannot think of anything he could do that would help. So he concentrates on breathing evenly and not panicking." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCallos didn't say anything, he merely acted. Crawling/walking along the floor until he was close to the face in the wall, the necromancer glared at the laughing contraption before looking up at the descending ceiling once more.\n\n\" Listen up everyone, get as close over here as you possibly can. We'll give Katrin as much time as we can to stop that ceiling but if she can't then we're going to escape into the same kind of space that I made at the waterfall. Not all of us can get into it though. Eight of you, thats it as long as you don't pull the rope up. Everyone understand? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With a shudder, the ceiling grinds to a halt. After a pause, there is a click and the ceiling slowly rises back up into position.\n\nGingerly, Katrin withdraws her arm. A series of small slits line her forearm where the \"teeth\" held her. Fortunately, they retracted along with the ceiling and she is not seriously injured.\n\nThe doors closes its eyes and mouth again, and the door swings upward, much as the entrance did.\n\nThe room beyond contains more stairs heading upward." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nSighing in relief, Aeroz takes the lead up the flight of stairs, muttering at thoughts of what other riddles and traps may be ahead.\n\n[OOC] Actively Spotting. DR, if you want me to roll for it, PM me[/ooc]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nLumpy nods appraisingly at the nature of the sprung trap. The rat always got it reaching for the food, he should have seen that coming.\n\nIt figured that the only way to go was further ahead though, rats trapped in some gauntlet. The burly orc follows Aeroz through, prefering to keep his dark-adapted eyes ahead of the others and their light sources for comfort's sake." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin looks dumbly at the lines of small wounds along her arm, then shakes herself out of it. She looks behind her to see whether or not the stone slab is still blocking the stairway.\n\n(OOC: If it is not Katrin will suggest that the party leave the tower, if it is she will follow Aeroz and Lumpy.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin considers leaving the way you came, but the others forge forward into the next room and up the stairs. She shrugs and follows after them.\n\nThe floor above is round, naturally, but has no supporting columns. A series of raised platforms is arranged in a circle. There are a dozen of the platforms. Each one is about six feet across. A rune or picture is inscribed on each one." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel grits her teeth and hunches over as the ceiling moves ever closer. She's never liked small spaces and she dislikes the idea of being smashed even less. She suppresses her urge to shout at Katrine and Lissa to do something . It's with an audible sound of relief that she stands back up after Katrine disarms the trap.\nAs the other's push on, she shares a look with Katrine, Are they nuts, we should be getting out of here! Tiriel shrugs and follows her companions into the next room, she's not sure they'd be able to leave without help anyhow." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan continues to follow the group in silence, not daring to venture out of their sight lest Lumpy should take an initiative to find him. But, is it really so wise to head further?\n\nI really don't see why they would want to head into danger if we only mean to spend the night. Perhaps if someone voiced an idea, that there might be something at the end. But no.\n\nI can't be that different from them, can I? I'm part human, and so is almost half of the group. I have a tie to a full half of the group if one would count Aeroz, but I've never really heard much from him. Why would they climb this tower for no reason? Why did they want to kill me with no motivation save vengeance? Do these silly people even think at all?\n\nMaybe the source of all these odd things is at the top. But why are they being odd? Why do Khazraels spells still work here, and Lissa's? I doubt she is involved in anything like I am, but this merits some small investigation. I don't believe I was correct in my initial observations. But then why the door? \n\nOnce on the new floor, Elthan steps forward to halt the group. \"I think we should be a bit more cautious this time around. It wouldn't do to have more of us than necessary crushed.\"\n\n\"I've been having a few doubts about my previous assumption of this tower. Lissa, Katrins arm was slightly injured by the trap on the previous floor, and though has clotted has not fully healed. If you would be so kind as to say some minor orison for her to finish the healing process, I'd be very grateful.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nBy now, Lissa has regained her icy demeanor. She merely gives Elthan a well-aren't-you-smart look. \"It has only been a few minutes. Of course the wounds haven't fully healed.\" Nevertheless, she walks over to Katrin, gently lays a hand on her arm, and whispers a short prayer in Gnomish. Faint white light pools in the cuts, pulling them closed without a scar. Lissa pats the newly healed arm, looking up at Katrin. \"Thank you. That was good work back there.\" Healing done, she continues to watch for danger.\n\n Maybe I should've done that earlier, but hells, I could tell those were just surface cuts. Painful but not disabling; I've worked with worse, and Katrin probably has too. Darned if I'll let the shadow creep show me up, though! \n\n\nOOC: Burn a resistance for cure minor wounds. " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby does his best to steady his shaky knees by bracing himself with his spear, but doesn't manage to quell their trembling until he puts them to work scaling the enormous stairs. He stays right behind Elthan.\n\n WOW. \n\nAchkby takes in the next room with interest, wondering what peril might await them here. When Elthan makes his request, the halfling watches his sorcerous charge warily, but makes no remark.\n\nInstead, to the entire group, he says, \" Let's just stop here. If we haven't found any doors we can barricade so far, there aren't likely to be any more. I don't love the idea of staying the night in an unknown part of a dark magic tower, but we'll only wander into more danger if we try to keep going. \"\n\n Idiot, you didn't need to reiterate what a terrible place this is. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \n\"Oh, I was enjoying our little treasure hunt. And look at this crap, what's it all for? Maybe there's something useful up top.\"\n\nHe squints at the symbols, trying to make sense of them.\n\n\"We may be the first people up here in decades, maybe longer.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Uneasily, your party breaks for the night in the round chamber. There are no stairs leading upward, only the spiral of stairs leading back down into the room behind the mask.\n\nThe location appears to be secure in that anyone approaching from below would have to make their way up the narrow stairs. On the other hand, as Khazrael suggested, there is no evidence that anyone else has been in this tower for centuries, if not millenia.\n\nThe raised platforms have different symbols on them. Each is a different pictograph. Some look like dragons or wyverns. One looks like an ettin. Another perhaps a medusa. In the center of the floor is the image of the falling angel that was hidden on the outer door. This image is the only one not carved into a raised platform. Instead it lies in the middle of the floor.\n\nAs everyone settles down for some rest, Trinark crosses his legs and prepares to meditate. Squinting at Adalmar's and Katrin's torches, he quietly wonders whether it would be reasonable to turn out the lights for at least a few hours." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nAs the group breaks in to camp, Elthan makes himself comfortable at the far end of the room. He knew that the way the party felt towards him at the moment, it would be like children at the table; Unless the one child sat away from the others, the others would sit away from the one. All the better, though, as it gave him room to think.\n\n My previous assumption is clearly incorrect; this tower is not appart of a dead magic area, and may not even have any important connection with the Shadow Weave at all. Somethign strage is in effect, but I have too little evidence to form another hypothesis. \n\nSitting agianst the wall, Elthan begins to pull at the cuff of his robe until it gives an uncomfortably loud rip. Avoiding any sudden gazes, he attempts to repair the tear, watching for anything perculiar to happen.\n\n(OOC: Cast Mending )" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nSomething seemed to have drained out of Callos after the falling ceiling trap. Now the necromancer seemed much less on edge and instead very...casual. A lazy eye turned over towards Tiriel and he said in a soft voice.\n\n\" This isn't the best place to do this. Ask Lissa about helping me once we're out of this tower. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, unlike Callos, is very nervous and suspicious after the falling ceiling trap. She keeps away from the raised platforms on the floor and leans against the wall instead, one hand holding her torch and one hand on the hilt of a weapon.\n\nWhen Elthan rips his robe the noise catches Katrin's attention, she watches him briefly before returning her attention to the room in general." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe feels relieved but mostly numb when the ceiling stops. He follows the group up the stairs without really thinking about it.\n\nMaking sure not to touch nor disturb anything - and ready to prevent others from giving in to curiosity - he settles in for the night.\n\nSitting against a wall, he turns a ring on his finger, thinking of the friend whose corpse he took it from... Won't be in vain. It won't. \n\nHe elects to sleep during the first part of the night ; the power of the ring will get him through the rest without any more rest needed." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAfter everyone settles into the new room Tiriel takes some time examining the platforms and their carvings. She spends some time looking at the central carving, frowning.\nThe picture feels like a personal, innate, warning. But from what, she's not sure. With a sigh she heads back to the room's perimeter and joins Katrine. After a few moments of silence she speaks quietly to her friend, \" Callos wants to try to help Elthan when we leave the tower. I don't know what he can do, but it's worth trying before resorting to something more... final. We'll see. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There is little to \"watch\" for during the night as there are no other obvious entrances or exits to the room other than the stairway leading down. The thick black stone walls ensure that there is no sound other than the low breathing of your companions meditating or sleeping.\n\nAt some point, in the middle of the night when all of the torches are extinguished, a remarkable change occurs. The black walls and ceiling above seem to fade away and disappear until it seems as though you are standing on a round platform a hundred feet in the air.\n\nYou can see the stars above and the waxing moon, almost full. Thin clouds catch the moonlight. To the east lies the Lake of Tears, mirror calm, reflecting the stars and moon perfectly. Small waves break at the coast, thin parallel white lines, though you can hear nothing. To the north and south stand your sister watchtowers, straight and black." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe sudden vanishing of the tower snaps Khazrael away from his conversation with Lissa. A booted foot prods Elthan awake and Khazrael raises his voice for the benefit of the others.\n\n\"Hey, something's up!\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa yawns, admiring the display of moonlit landscape. Her reply is quiet, so as not to disturb anyone who hasn't already been awakened. \"Oh, let them rest, Khazrael... it's not hurting anything. Looks like some archmage of old liked to watch the night sky without going outdoors, that's all.\" She doesn't look particularly fazed by the vertigo-inducing visual effect of being on a tower with invisible walls, but then gnomes are famous for their use of illusions. And Lissa has already proven both her ability and expertise at climbing; it doesn't look like heights scare her. \"It is a spectacular illusion, though. Wonder if they just made the walls invisible, or projected an image of the outside onto the inner walls and ceiling?\" Standing up, she pads quietly over to the eastern side to admire the moonlit Lake of Tears." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKhazrael's shout jerks Katrin awake; she stands carefully and inspects the floor and ceiling, taking in the situation. She is somewhat experienced at climbing but sitting on a floating platform many feet in the air unnerves her. \"Lissa... or anyone else, really... can you tell if the walls are really gone, or if they're invisible, or whatever's actually going on with them?\" She carefully approaches the end of the floor until she can reach out to touch the space where the wall used to be." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Damn, I seem to have missed some posting. Subscriptions aren't all they used to be, ya know.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby is slow to rise from his bedroll; his sleep was fitful, and seems loathe to release him. After a time, he comes to, rising groggily from his blankets near Elthan. Whether he had slept near the half-elf to keep an eye on him or to protect the fool from the others, Achkby wasn't sure, but fortunately neither had been necessary. Unless this new development was his doing...\n\n\" How did it happen? \" he asks Khazrael quietly, looking up at the other standing over his bedroll. A moment later he flicks a divination about the room, curious if the tower's feel might have changed.\n\n\" Don't cast anything, \" he hisses to Elthan.\n\n[OOC]Er, Detect Magic once again. I assume it doesn't feel like we're actually exposed to the outdoor climate, as we would have noticed that?[/OOC]" }, { "author": "bhdrake", "message": " Lumpy \n\nFor perhaps the first time in as long as he's travelled amongst the others, Lumpy doesn't fuss over setting watch, simply divesting his armor and slumping into a heap leaning against it. It had been another set of trying days and he found himself too sore, physically and mentally to bother with the hassle. He would simply have to trust himself to them now, as dangerous as that was proving to be.\n\nThe burly orc's breathing settles as he drifts off to sleep, though his eyes fail to close in a vain attempt to remain vigilant. The fact that the tower's transformation is completely lost upon him shows that the effort isn't nearly as effective as it appears.\n\n((OOC: grr, forum makes me angry))" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael walks to the edge of the floor, staring at one of the far-off towers.\n\n\"What the hell are these things for?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Gingerly, Katrin reaches out a hand and is amazed to feel cold stone, just where the wall should be. The panoramic view is either an illusion, as suggested by Lissa, or perhaps some form of localized invisibility .\n\nRaising an eyebrow, Trinark too reaches out and runs his hands along the transparent walls, looking like some kind of street performer or mime.\n\nAchkby's spell reveals only the same frustrating shadow aura. Nothing obvious has changed.\n\nA thin cloud veils the waxing moon for a moment, darkening the view outside.\n\nSuddenly a faint humming can be heard, and the floor begins to dissolve. This time, the floor does not merely become transparent, it actually begins to slowly dematerialize. Your feet begin to sink downward as if you are standing in soft sand. Only the various circular platforms appear to remain solid, both visually and structurally ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael wastes no time dragging himself to one of the stone platforms. He eyes the ettin platform, but decides to grab hold of a dragon platform instead." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe had been sitting against the wall when the view cleared up, so he was aware the walls were still there after a fashion.\n\nWhen the floor starts to dissolve, he imitates Khazrael by jumping on to the closest platform.\n\n\" Try to avoid the central one ! I have a bad feeling about it. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDr, please pick a random platform for me.\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nAnother sleepless night. Spent staring up at the ceiling and trying to just stay awake, dark circles beginning to grow underneath of his eyes. The nightmares still wouldn't stop...But he was still tired, so very tired and it was hard to notice things even if they seemed rather important.\n\nLike the floor, ceiling, and walls becoming transparent to sight to reveal the world on the other side of the tower. But when the floor melted away right underneath of his head, letting it flop down suddenly, that definitly jolted him up and about.\n\n\" Wait...whats going on here? D..d...did someone touch something? You should know better then to touch something! \" Came the grumpy mage muttered out as he sat up, the middle of his words interrupted by a loud yawn. Stumbling some he walked over to the fallen angel platform critically and stepped on it hesitantly before looking around.\n\n\" Why are the torches out? Someone light a damn torch! \"\n\n((Callos will stand on the fallen angel symbol. But if it's dissolving too then he'll move to the medusa one.))" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Waugh!\" Lissa wades over to join Khazrael on the dragon platform. Now she looks unsettled. Actually, make that downright scared. \"What the hells else is this creepy tower going to pull on us? The builders had to be crazy; why else would you deliberately enchant your floor to dissolve at night?\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Oh, I thought the platforms were floating! This is mush better.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nThe tower dissolving? That's just too much for Achkby. He looks wildly at Eltahn for a moment, and then to Callos. Seeing that Elthan's done nothing obvious and Callos oblivious to the possibility that the other mage has, Achkby by rote falls in behind the much longer legs moving away from him, pursuing Khazrael to the dragon. Looking down, he whispers, \" Tamara protect us. \" Raising his eyes to the others', he offers a bit of a self-conscious smile that becomes slightly strained as his gaze meets Lissa's." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nWhen kicked awake, Elthan complains momentarily while clutching his sides. After getting up, he staggers to look at the invisible wall he had no doubt been awakened to identify. Whether is was asked or not was still too soon for him to identify.\n\n \"I'm pretty sure it's not invisible, since then I'm sure Adalmar could identify that nobody could see them from the outside at night as well. My bet, just one way transparency, sort of like the way a window works between a dark room and a light room.\" \n\nWithout, and ignoring, any demand, he settles to himself that he is not going to be able to go back to sleep, and so drowsily begins to inspect the raised platforms. When the floor begins to dematerialize and his feet begin to slowly sink into the floor, he wheels around onto the Ettin platform and sits tight until the floor is fully gone." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nAwake, but not rested, Tiriel sleeply looks at the landscape revealed by the transparent walls. Whatever the cause, the effect is rather nice. She starts to nod back asleep but wakes up at the other's shouts and the creepy sensation of sinking through a floor. Quickly grabbing her belongings, she takes to the air and heads toward one of the unoccupied platforms.\n\" Is anyone else regretting entering this tower, or is it just me? \" She says grumpily.\n\n If all the platforms are of an equal height, then Tiriel will head towards the closest one. If their tiered, she'll land on the tallest one. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA sharp laugh answers Tiriel's question.\n\n\"Oh come on, you mean to say you still aren't having fun?\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nOnce the floor starts to dissolve, Katrin scrambles on the nearest platform with her gear. \"Trust me, Tiriel... you're not the only one.\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa puts on a look of exaggerated thoughtfulness, resting her chin on one fist. And pointedly ignoring Achkby. \"Well, let's see. There's certain death by freezing outside. Or there's the unknown but menacing and mysterious black tower. Hmm...\" She nods solemnly. \"Yep, I think I still prefer the tower. Even if the architects were a few bolts short of a quiver. At least we've got some chance of survival in here.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one each of you wades over to a platform as the floor dissolves from underfoot.\n\nCallos stands in the center of the floor over the \"fallen angel\" symbol, but it too fades away, forcing the necromancer to leap to the \"medusa\" symbol.\n\nElthan scoots onto the \"ettin\" platform. Aeroz and Trinark scramble onto another platform marked with what might be a \"manticore\".\n\nAdalmar, Katrin, and Tiriel join Khazrael on the \"dragon\" platform. Achkby and Lissa leap onto the increasingly crowded platform, clinging to Khazrael's legs for balance.\n\nLumpy looks around the room as the party breaks up, deciding whether to take his chances by himself on an empty platform or join the others. Sighing, he steps onto the crowded platform with the majority of the party.\n\nWithin seconds, the transformation is complete and the platforms float independently, seemingly in midair.\n\nThe stars above seem to vanish as each platform is individually shrouded in darkness. Each of you experiences a nauseating vertigo, then all is still.\n\nThose of you with darkvision are able to get oriented first. Adalmar takes out his torch, illuminating the room. Adalmar, Khazraek, Lumpy, Katrin, Tiriel, Achkby and Lissa find themselves standing alone in the circular room, once again visible and solid.\n\nThe only visible change is that some of the markings seem to have been moved around. The platform everyone is currently standing on is now marked with the \"fallen angel\", which seems to have switched with the central sigil. From your current vantage point, the \"dragon\" (now in the center of the floor) looks upside down.\n\n\"You know, it actually looks more like a stag's head,\" Katrin observes.\n\nOf Aeroz, Trinark, Elthan and Callos, there is no trace ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Players of the \"missing\" characters need to PM me ... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"The platforms are different--is this the same tower?\"\n\nHe glances around for anything familiar or different features." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa sighs, rubbing her forehead. Just one night of peace and, dare I hope, sleep. Is that too much to ask, O Sly One? Your servant does her best, but you know, mortals need sleep in order to function. The gnome looks decidedly cranky at this point, as if she were really looking forward to the end of watch and her bedroll (which is hopefully at the bottom of the tower by now, as opposed to another dimension).\n\n \"Oh, lovely. This is just what we needed. Another poxy magic puzzle-trap-thingy set up by the never-to-be-sufficiently-accursed mage who enchanted these blasted towers!\" She glares down at the dragon that's moved to the middle of the floor, as if this were somehow it's fault." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe mutters a swearword in Rashemi under his breath and steps hastily from the platform : he still doesn't like what the falling angel might indicate. Hopefully it's just superstition.\n\n\" I'm afraid we're in a different tower... \"\n\n Damn, and I left Kir outside ! \n\n\" Wait, some people are missing... \" He tries to remember the missing faces.\n\n\" Those two mages... they're gone ! \"\n\nA pause. But he has no idea what to do about it.\n\" I say we don't spend any more time in this tower than we need to - let's head downstairs. \" His voice is gruff, as usual." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n \"Wait... wait. Just a second, Adalmar, let's think about this. I don't fancy slogging from tower to tower through the snow looking for people if we don't have to.\" Lissa hops down from the angel platform (it's higher up for a gnome), looking intently from the angel to the dragon. She twirls the end of her blonde braid, thinking. \"Nations come and go, but gnomeoid nature doesn't change all that much. If we don't want to wade through the snow, the tower-builders probably didn't want to either.\" Tap-tap. Lissa prods the floor with an experimental toe, wondering if it too will dissolve.\n\n \"I think these platforms might be a magical transportation system, with each tower designated by a creature.\" She points at the dragon inlay in the middle of the floor. \"See, we stepped on a dragon platform when the magic activated, and now the dragon's in the middle- just like the falling angel back in the other tower. I bet if we went downstairs, there'd be a dragon on the front door. So we came from Falling Angel Tower to Dragon Tower.\" Hands on hips, Lissa tilts her head at the group still standing on the platform. \"If I'm following this trail correctly- which I might not be, the gods know I've been wrong before- we just have to figure out what activated the transportation magic back there, do it again here, and everyone crowd back onto the Falling Angel platform. Hopefully the others will figure the puzzle out, and the most reasonable place for everyone to go is back where we started.\" " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby sighs deeply.\n\n\" That's how I figure it, too. But I'd wager the magics work at midnight, or when the moon's at a certain phase, or something unhappily mystical along those lines. We might just have to wait it out to be reunited with the others.\n\n\"If we can, though, we should use these spatial portals to our advantage. \"\n Damn, Callos is rubbing off on me. \n\" Um, I mean that we should see if there's a map or something. Figure out which tower is farthest northeast, or closest to Rashemen... at the very least find one across this lake. Probably meet up with the others at the falling angel, or maybe just make our own way to the Iron Lord... \"\n\n And get me free of Elthan. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin studies the symbols on the floor. Somewhat absently, she says, \"I don't think we should go anywhere in this tower unless we know where the others are first.\" The symbol in the center must be actually part of the floor... some sort of marker or something, because it dissolved when Callos was standing on it... and the center symbol in the other tower was a falling angel, and now we're on the falling angel platform in this tower... and we were on the dragon platform in the other tower, and the center symbol in this tower is a dragon... you must be able to get to a certain tower by standing on the platform with that symbol! \nReady to explain this discovery to the party, she hears Lissa finish her explanation and decides not to. \"Does anyone remember what platforms Aeroz and Elthan and everyone else got onto? Because if Lissa's right, we could get to where they are by standing on those platforms ourselves...\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \nA grin creeps across Khazrael's face. He steps off of the platform and fiddles with his hair.\n\n\"I hope they can manage to sit still while we figure out how to reactivate this thing.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe reddens, embarassed at his public display of thickness. They seem to take everything smoothly in stride, whereas he is always lagging behind...\n\nPerhaps keeping quiet is not such a bad idea after all.\n\n She's right - it makes sense... at least for a mage, and it's definitely a cabal of mages who created those things.\n\nWe need to know where we are, and to find the others. We cannot all stand on the same platform, so we have to take a reference point, and work from there. But if each tower has its own trap... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You decide that it would be prudent to identify each of the platforms before taking any further actions.\n\nIn the center of the floor is the \"dragon\" glyph, although on closer inspection it might be better described as a \"stag's head\" glyph with the \"dragon's wings\" actually representing the stag's rack of antlers when viewed from a different viewpoint.\n\nSurrounding the central glyph are a dozen platforms, each individually marked.\n\nYou decide to name them as follows:\n\n hippogriff\nchimera\nmanticore\nbasilisk\nmedusa\nfalling angel\nettin\ngynosphinx\nharpy\nserpent\nminotaur\nbeholder " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Elthan was on the ettin and the drow was on the manticore. I remember that much.\"\n\nHe considers Akhby's words for a moment.\n\n\"So the towers activate nightly, or did someone turn it on for us? I'm guessing that if we really teleported, these were used to zip people around to send messages or defend the region. If only Elthan can open it, we need to find a way to activate the tower and get back to him.\"\n\nKhazrael strides to the ettin platform and kneels on it, running his hands over the surface to check for any method of activation.\n\n\"If someone outside of our group activated that tower, then we could be in a lot of danger.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar considers Lissa's theory. \"But there are far more than 12 or 13 towers along the coast. I would say that there must have been at least two score that my people knew of spread out along the shore.\"\n\nThe ranger looks tired. He can not sense Kir as he is accustomed to doing. He is afraid that his animal companion is now far, far away ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" In that case, shouldn't we try to get out of the tower so we can get our bearings?\nOf course, we may not even be able to open the door without Elthan. Since no one can sense anything magical, maybe we should look for a switch?\" " }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa frowns, toying with her medallion. It's the I'm-thinking-really-hard sort of frown, as opposed to a Somebody-has-annoyed-me frown or an I-want-to-kill-the-evil-mage frown. \"I'm kind of hoping Achkby's right about the activation mechanism, actually. Something like moonrise or midnight as the trigger. I mean, nobody was actually doing anything when the floor started melting back in Falling Angel.\" She runs a hand along the edge of the Falling Angel platform. \"Khazrael and I were just talking when the walls went invisible, and everyone else was asleep. Then... I don't think anyone cast any spells, did they? We were all looking around, admiring the view, trying to figure out what the Abyss happened. A few minutes later, the floor starts going soft and everyone scrambles for the platforms.\" Lissa shrugs. \"Maybe that was midnight? The moon was out, I was watching the moonlight on the lake, so it can't have been moonrise or moonset.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After exploring the platform chamber thoroughly, the party decides to try to make its way down to the ground level.\n\nThis tower is definitely different from the original tower. The doors in this building are made of thick oak beams bound in dark iron. Katrin and Lissa are careful to check each door for traps, but they find none. In fact, the doors are not even locked.\n\nReaching the lower level you find that, unlike the original tower, this one does not have any steps leading downward. There is some debris here, nothing particularly interesting, just some old ragged hides and a few bones.\n\nYou open the front door cautiously. The massive wooden door swings open into the tower without a sound. Thanks to the moonlight, your dark adapted eyes have no trouble making out a thick pine forest surrounding the tower. Fresh powdery snow lies on the ground. All is quiet." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe seems revitalized by the night sky. A smile creeps over his delicate features and his bony frame draws itself to its full height.\n\nHe looks at Tiriel, fairly certain she's got the same idea, but he voices it anyway.\n\n\"Why don't you fly up and see if you can spy the other tower, or at least the lake?\"\n\nHe rubs at his chin.\n\n\"Did you see any signs up on top of the tower? Do you think you could carry me to the top of this one? I want to check and see if the tops have the symbol like the doors do.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe takes some time to re-orient himself, looking for tell-tale signs on the tower and trees.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Survival - (1d20+10)[ 27 ] to find the North and maybe some indication of where they are.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is uncomfortable progressing too far outside. \"I don't think we should go too far when we don't know where we are... especially with the way the last tower reacted to us. I'd rather get back to familiar ground.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nRelieved that exiting the tower was far easier than she expected she gladly answers Khaz's . \"There wasn't a symbol on the top of the last tower. But I'll let you know what I find.\" She says before taking off into the air.\n\nShe wonders just how far they'd managed to travel and whether it was in the right direction...." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar step forward towards the pine forest while the others stand cautiously just outside the tower entrance.\n\nAlmost pre-consciously the ranger has already been analyzing his environment. He notes the position of the moon, low on the horizon. He can smell water in the direction of the setting moon, and even his merely human eyes can see the dark moss on one side of the tree trunks in the moonlight.\n\n\"The moon is setting in the west,\" Adalmar points in one direction, then turns 90 degrees to his right. \"North is that way.\"\n\nLeaping upward in a spray of powdery snow, Tiriel flies toward the top of the tower. Her wings beat powerfully and she reaches the apex in only a few moments. Her feet sink into the loose snow at the top as she lands. Kneeling, she brushes away the loose snow and finds what she expected - a featureless disc set in the center of the platform.\n\nLooking towards the moon, she sees that the forest ends not more than several hundred yards away, replaced by a familiar sight - the mirror calm blackness of still water, stretching away to the horizon." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"If these towers are use-activated, rather than time-activated, I'm sure the two wizards have the best shot at figuring them out. I'd bet that the activation device is up top, either outside or in.\"\n\nKhazrael paces in the snow a bit. Despite his lack of heavy clothing, he doesn't shiver against the freezing cold.\n\n\"Maybe someone used one of the other towers, and that caused 'em all to work at the same time--it's reasonable to assume that since they're all connected, they all teleport at once, right?\"\n\nHe watches Tiriel on top of the tower and yells, \"Maybe you need a magic seeing spell!\"\n\nHe utters a now-familiar arcane phrase and scrabbles up the wall to see for himself.\n\n((OOC: I'll be using detect magic once I get up there to look at the stone on top.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael clambers to the top of the tower, joining Tiriel.\n\nLooking down at the featureless disc, he scans it with detect magic and reports seeing the \"stag's head\" or \"dragon\" glyph. Otherwise, the same strange aura emanates from this tower that permeated the previous one.\n\nTogether Tiriel and Khazrael watch the moon set. The sky is lightening behind them. Dawn will be here soon." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is at a loss for words. She paces around in front of the tower, worrying about the rest of the group and how to complete their eventual goal--warning the Iron Lord." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I knew it--I bet this thing is the activation device!\"\n\nHe scrabbles halfway down the wall and instructs the others to go inside and stand on the ettin platform, hoping to send them to find Trinark and Elthan.\n\n(OOC: Once everyone goes inside, I'll give them about ten minutes to assemble. Once that's accomplished, I'll be using darkness to try and emulate the previous disappearance of the moon--seemingly what activated it the first time)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "With Khazrael urging everyone on, you climb back up to the platform chamber and gather on the \"ettin\" platform.\n\nThe chamber is pitch black, as are all rooms within the windowless tower, making the experience particularly uncomfortable for those without darkvision .\n\nWhen Khazrael casts darkness , everyone gets to share the experience of being completely blind.\n\n\"Is anything happening?\" someone asks. No one experiences any vertigo or sensation of movement.\n\nWhen Khazrael terminates the darkness and someone lights a torch, you find yourselves standing on the \"ettin\" platform in the same \"stag's head\" chamber. Nothing appears to have changed.\n\n\"It will be morning soon. Maybe it only works at night?\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby has silently cooperated with Khazrael's experiment, but now voices his skepticism.\n\n\" I don't think it can be dependent on light or anything that changes like that, \" the little mage argues, \" It wouldn't be reliable enough. For the creators and operators, I mean. I can't see it relying on anything but time or some trigger. And I'd imagine the dissolving of the tower has something to do with that.\n\"Actually, the teleportation could be dependent on light. Perhaps the presence of light starts them, seeing as we moved when the walls disappeared and the moonlight was let in. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Returning to the tower's base, you watch the sun rise over the tips of the pine trees.\n\nTurning from the sunrise to the east toward the large body of water in the opposite direction, Adalmar rubs his chin.\n\n\"Could we be in Rashemen? Could this be the other side of the Lake?\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa shrugs wearily. It looks like her lack of sleep coupled with the emotional stress of the past twenty-four hours is taking its toll on the normally energetic gnome. \"You got me. I can't navigate worth beans once I'm outside a city.\" She twirls the end of her braid in the familiar thinking/stressed habit. \"If we are on the Rashemen side of the lake, though, that's one big problem solved. Two actually; there's vampires on the other side.\" She looks up at Khazrael, then over at Achkby. \"I don't suppose either of you magely types can send a magical message to the others? At this point, it might just be faster for everyone to meet up at the Iron Lord's place.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael kicks at the platform and curses its very existence.\n\n\"Who builds something that is this useful in an emergency and decides that it should ONLY WORK AT NIGHT?! Damn it! I hope those idiots have the sense to SIT STILL while we run after them!\"\n\nHe gathers his thoughts and takes a seat. Mercurial as ever, he smiles at Lissa when she asks him about long-range communication.\n\n\"I have to gather my thoughts if I'm going to get my magic back in order. Unfortunately, even then, I wouldn't be able to communicate that far. The way I see it, we should wait until night time, gather up the others, wait another day, then meet back up here and hit the road again.\"\n\nHe looks at himself in his small mirror--really just a highly polished square of steel--and pushes his hair around a bit.\n\n\"Or maybe Tiriel could wing it up there, see if she can see any other towers, now that it's daylight. If they're looking, they'll see where we are.\"" }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby shakes his head despondently, patting the case across his shoulder.\n\n\" Used to. It's been too long since I've really been ready for an adventure like this... \"\n\nHe sinks into silence for a moment, but muses aloud, \" Wait... why can't we tell if we're across the lake? I don't know much about navigating, but if the sun's rising over the lake... aren't we on the east side now? \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Well, with the sun rising over there,\" Lumpy points over the treetops. \"And with the water back that way,\" the half-orc jerks a thumb behind him, \"it's a sure bet that we're on the east side of something. But whether we've been transported to Rashemen or not, is another question altogether ...\"\n\nTiriel leaps from the top of the tower and circles above, enjoying the feeling of sunlight on her wings. As she flies in larger and higher circles, she sees no other towers nearby, just the dark lake to the west and endless pine forest in every other direction." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin continues to pace around in irritation and frustration at not having accomplished anything. They had obviously been transported to the eastern side of the lake, but there was no telling exactly where they were, which was a liability as far as Katrin was concerned." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe paces back and forth, frustrated. Kir far away, and this unknown place. He hopes it is Rashemen, because he has to. Otherwise, how will he ever be able to fulfill his mission ?\n\n\" When the evening comes, I can ask Mielikki for a spell that will help us orient ourselves somewhat. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAdalmar is supposed to have visited the woods east of the Lake of Tears once or twice. Nothing obviously familiar to him right now ?\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel lands in a spray of powdery snow. Tucking her wings behind her she reports seeing a trail to the north that seems to stick to the coastline. She saw no additional towers nearby, but perhaps the trail leads to a town or village ..." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\n\" We're on the East side. That's where we were heading. We have to keep moving. We have to reach Rashemen. \" Achkby announces authoritatively.\n\n\" Let's leave as soon as we can and press on. Good work on sighting that trail, it has to be our best chance of getting our bearing, and likely means progress toward the Lord. If anyone has parchment, we should leave a note here for the others, in case they manage to come through tonight. I'd rather wait for them, but we honestly can't afford to. If there isn't something to write on... well, I can chalk up the floor or walls. And then we need to start moving again. \"\n\nOn whatever material is available, Achkby scrawls the following message in Common:\n\"Next morning, followed path north. Hope to orient or move towards Iron Lord. Please follow unless you know better. --Achkby\"\nHe inscribes the same message on a piece of paper he lays on the Falling Angel platform. If there's no paper, he rips some material from one of his sacks, and does his best to write on that. Unless someone has some spare leather." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe watches the halfling work for a while, then spits on the stone floor and grumbles.\n\n\"If those vampires catch up to us--or to them--it'll be trouble.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe shakes his head. \" If we are in the forest East of the lake, we need to head to the South East. To the mountains, and the Iron Lord's abode.\n\nAnd if we are elsewhere \" - the volume of his voice dips at that word - \" we want to activate the tower again. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin continues to pace around. \"Is there any way of telling exactly where we are without talking to people who know? We have to pick a direction to go and then ask for directions to the mountains when we get to a town... unless you could tell where we were with the view from the top of the tower, Aldamar?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Achkby leaves the note on the \"falling angel\" platform, and your party heads out along the trail.\n\n...\n\nThe trail is little more than a footpath, which has obviously not been in use for a very long time. Adalmar is able to follow it easily, however, and traveling under the ancient branches of the enormous pines is fairly easy.\n\nThe path begins to turn eastward slightly, meandering deeper inland, away from the lake behind you.\n\nThe journey through the forest takes days. As Adalmar reorients himself, he suspects that you have found yourselves in the Ashenwood, a large forest south of Immilmar.\n\nThe trail you are on, he predicts, will eventually exit the eastern edge of the Ashenwood at the Running Rocks, a spur of the High Country. If he is right, you should be able to cut north along the edge of the Running Rocks, eventually reaching the Huhrong's Road, which will lead back west to Immilmar.\n\n...\n\nYou travel through the days and into the nights, guided by the light of the full moon. Soon, you are rewarded by the sight of the granite peaks of the Running Rocks appearing on the horizon as the forest thins and eventually ends.\n\nKatrin has been increasingly irritable and snappy, and you are reminded that it is her \"time of the month\". Indeed, each night, she transforms into her panther form and disappears, only to reappear in human form, tired and disheveled, in the morning.\n\nAs you climb upward into the foothills of the Running Rocks, the cold becomes more acute, and the wind seems to cut through your winter gear as if it wasn't even there. Adalmar suggests moving towards the mountains, hugging their bases in order to take advantage of what little shelter from the weather they can provide.\n\n...\n\nThe next several days prove to be a test of your resolve and endurance. Inching northward along the edge of the Running Rocks, you are blasted by wind, snow and ice. Conversation drops off almost completely as each of you focuses on simply placing one foot in front of the other in grim silence.\n\nLissa depletes the charges in her wand as she tries to keep ahead of the frostbite that turns your fingers, toes, and noses purple, then black. More than once, each of you wonders what you are even doing here, questioning the point of the whole \"mission\". But it is too late to turn back. You have no choice but to move forward ...\n\n...\n\nAs you near the northern limits of the Running Rocks, Adalmar spots movement along a ridge up above you.\n\nA caravan is visible along the ridgeline, looking similarly worn and wind-blasted. Like you, the caravan appears to be heading northward, with the jagged peaks of the Running Rocks looming above. They are close enough to hail, but far enough away and above you to look like small black dots wriggling along the mountain trail.\n\nYour small group debates whether to contact the caravan or not, but while you are considering your next option, you witness a great tragedy unfold ...\n\nA massive build-up of snow on one of the highest peaks breaks free, sliding downward and accumulating even more mass and speed as it falls. The avalanche is enormous by the time it hits the caravan. You witness the desperate but futile attempts of the caravaners to outrun the wall of snow.\n\nAwestruck, you hardly have time to register the loss of the caravan before Adalmar shouts, \"RUN!!!\" The avalanche continues to roar down the mountainside and is upon you before you can take even take three steps ...\n\nYou tumble helplessly in a cloud of opaque whiteness, torn from the other members of your party. When you finally come to rest, you can not even determine which way is up and which way is down. A voice calls out. It sounds like Tiriel ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, having been raised in the temperate area of Sembia, had never seen an avalanche before, although she had heard tales of them. Frightened and fatigued, she begins to panic, shrieking Tiriel's name and flailing around with her arms and legs, trying to break the surface of the snow.\n\n(OOC: Ooh, new people! 😁 )" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Grumpy caravan member \n I hate snow. I hate it even more, now. Note to self: add \"personal hatred\" surcharge on any jobs in this area. \n\nJust then, a voice pierces the utter quiet of being trapped in snow. Wait... there's someone out there... Desperately, he attempts to stick his hand out up through the snow - anything, whatever he can. Straining as much as he can, he attempts to call for help. Maybe he can get out on his own. Maybe not. But right now, help would be good.\n\n\" Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! \"\n\n Draconic? What the heck was I thinking there? A random passerby who only speaks Draconic is going to help me? \n\nBurrowing as best he can, he tries to free himself from the snow...\n\n Oh, I'm going to be really upset if my stuff on my horse is lost... " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Buried Caravan Member \n\nAs the world stops tumbling end over end she found herself shivering, surrounded in white.\n\n Oh no! The caravan, someone is likely hurt, and I'm buried in this tomb of snow and ice. \n\nHearing the voices call out for help, she is not sure she recognises the languages. Yelling out in the local tongue of Rasheman she adds hers to the voices of those yelling for help, while trying to struggle her way out of her icy prison." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Woman Buried In Snow \n\nHow the hell had she gotten herself into this mess?\n\nSure, she had been looking for work, looking to make a few gold to pay her way, but those commoners in the area just sent her away after exchanging her gold for goods. It wasn't her fault that she had to take the caravan to more hospitable places. And the weather sure wasn't her damn fault.\n\nNeither was the avalanche.\n\nOr her horse bucking her off while the dumb creature was crushed under the white powder.\n\nNow here she was, freezing to dead in a big pile of snow. It was as far from the comforts she would have given her prized weapon for at the moment that she could be. And yet...\n\nWas that a voice?\n\n\"...Hey. HEY!\" She cried out, trying to wriggle out from her icy confines. \"Over here, help me out!\"\n\nMaybe her luck hadn't run out fully." }, { "author": "lacesmcawesome", "message": " Snow covered man \n\nThe man had been resting before the fall, and was taken off guard. Damn, I should have known better than to let my guard drop in this weather! As the caravan toppled, he sprung from his sitting position, and hit the mountainside. He rolled into it, trying to get the least amount of injuries he could. He felt a tear in his clothing, and was sure that he had some gashes in his sides.\n\nThe man heard voices calling to each other. They sounded desperate, he needed to help. His feet dug into the mountainside, though it did little to slow him. Still, he managed to roll himself a bit towards the sound.\n\nHe tried to scream, but was drowned out by the rush of snow and rocks. A fist sized chunk of ice flew towards his head, and smashed his nose, breaking it by his guess." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily bound man \n\nHe had been pulling guard duty and been on the uphill side of the caravan as the avalanche struck. The last thing he remembered was drawing his weapon and turning to face the oncoming wall of snow, in what now seemed an almost comically hopeless act. Getting picked up by the onslaught and smashed through the nearest of the wagons put him completely out.\n\nHe woke up to the sound of calling voices. Orienting himself he seemed to be buried head down in the snow. His chain was tangled securely around his legs, one large spike digging painfully into his thigh. The canvas covering the wagon had ended up wrapped around his torso pinning both arms. An experimental wiggle served only to tighten his restraints. Taking as deep a breath as the canvas would allow he yelled,\n\n “Help! Can anyone here me!” \n\nStruggling to remain calm he began to wait." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Dazed Half-Elf \n Isn't this just great. Gods, my leg hurts.. \n\nStanding up, he looks around, dazed. These rocks weren't here a minute ago... \n \"Hello? Is anyone...still alive?\" \nHe looks around, still dazed. Was that a voice? Which way did it come from? Over...There! He tries running in the direction he thinks the voice is coming from, but trips on his injured leg and falls flat on his face." }, { "author": "lacesmcawesome", "message": " Snow-covered Man \n\nThe avalanche had lightened up, and the man discovered that he had stopped moving. Still, he was buried under tons of snow, and it was pressing down on him. He heard the voices again, but they were muffled now. He had no way of telling which way was up, but he decided that he would try to tunnel towards the voices. After a few minutes of struggling against the snow, his hand broke forth.\n\nHe pulled himself up, and surveyed his surroundings. The environment was mostly white, no surprise there. Even in the dim moonlight, the snow sparkled brilliantly.\n\nThere was a man yelling, and it looked as if he was stuck under a wagon.\n\n\"I'm coming, hold on!\"\n\nIt was difficult to maneuver through the snow, and the man almost sank under a few times. Once he had reached the other person, he found more stable footing. He grabbed a rather sharp-looking rock, and sliced through some of the canvas.\n\n\"Are you alright?\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Grumpy caravan member \n Common. I'd swear that's Common. More than one voice, too. \n\nStruggling towards the voice, he reached his hand out, and upward. Maybe it broke the surface. It's so ungodly cold, I can't feel a thing. \n \"If anyone can hear me, over here!\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Dazed Half-Elf \n That was definitely a voice!! \nStruggling to his feet, he limps slowly towards where he thinks the voice had come from, and tripped over again. Not even bothering to rise, he crawls onwards, towards a hand that had just broke the surface of the snow. Frantically, he starts trying to dig it's owner out.\n \"Don't worry! I'll get you out of there! Can you hear me?\" " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily bound man \n Thank Helm. Graros my friend, I guess today is not my day to see you again. \n\nThe though ran through his head as it became noticeably lighter. He could hear a slightly muffled yet concerned voice asking about his condition.\n\n “I’m not badly hurt, just a bit tangled. If you could hurry the canvas is making it hard to breath.” " }, { "author": "lacesmcawesome", "message": " Snow-covered Man \n\n\"Of course.\"\n\nHe hurried with the rock, and finally cut the canvas in half. He offered his hand.\n\n\"Quickly now, I believe there are others in need of our assistance.\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAgainst even the most bitter cold, Khazrael never bundled up. He never suffered from frostbite. The bitter storms made him uncomfortable, but even then he seemed cheery, alert, and ever sleeveless. He shrugged off the odd looks, and ate snow rather than depleting the supply of unfrozen water. If only they knew... \n\nNow, however, with snow packed in all around him, freezing against every inch of exposed skin, he wishes only that his old jacket hadn't been burned up.\n\n Damn it, I don't know a SINGLE fire spell?! \n\nHe struggles against the caked, freezing snow, calling back to the voice that he heard and working with every ounce of his energy to get free.\n\n((OOC: If I can work my arms free, I'm firing a lightning bolt straight upward. If not, HEEEEEEEEEELLLLP!!!))" }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily bound man \n\nHe gladly took the proffered hand and stood as quickly as he could manage. Cold and battered muscles protested and he realized that most of his body was one large bruise.\n\n \"Thanks friend, where should we start searching?\" \n\nWith practiced ease he began coiling the chain that had previously bound his legs, taking the opportunity to take stock of his surroundings and his rescuer." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel plunges a hand down into the snow. Clasping Katrin's forearm, she wrenches her friend free. Katrin falls to her knees, coughing and blinking in the sunlight.\n\nSeeing strangers rise from the snow, both Tiriel and Katrin smooth their hair back, tying on headbands ...\n\n...\n\nVoices begin to break the unnatural stillness that followed the avalanche. Muffled voices pierce the snow here and there. A few survivors manage to dig themselves out without help. They in turn start trying to dig out the others.\n\nA blond armored woman digs out a dark-haired rogue. The two women seem to know each other.\n\nA lightning blast explodes out of the snow, causing everyone to flinch. Some snow shifts up above, and for a moment some of you think that the loud noise is going to trigger another avalanche. But fortunately the snow holds ... for now at least. A thin, pale man with what appears to be feathers sticking out of his hair pokes his head up out of the steaming crater he just created in the snow." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n By Lolth's tangled web! I can't believe that worked! \n\nKhazrael cracks a cool smile, not sparing a word before he starts digging around for any other survivors." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Limping Half-Elf \n\nStaggering upright, he looks around at the caravan members digging each other out. He tries to walk towards them, and falls flat on his face again. Deciding this is the best way to spend the next while until everybody is dug out, he shirks and responsability and lies on the cold, lumpy ground." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Woman Buried in Snow \n\nShe started to claw her way out of the confines of the snowy grip that held her in place. While it seems that others were already being rescued, she was having her own problems and without assistance.\n\nShe starts to climb out of the snow of her own accord, hoping that she can pull herself onto the surface before she contracts frostbite.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEither Climb or Escape Artist roll...\n\nClimb: (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \n\nEscape Artist: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Buried Caravan Member \n\nHer limbs are beginning to ache as the cold settles deep into her core. Her forced immobility is triggering a small bout of claustrophobia. She continues to cry out for help as she struggles to free herself.\n\n Strength Check - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Grumpy caravan member \n\nGrabbing the hand of his rescuer, he pulls himself upwards burrows out of the snow. Well now, that wasn't so bad. \n \"Thanks. I don't think I could've gotten out of there myself.\" \n\nHe quickly brushes the snow out of his jet-black hair, and stretches, his dark black outfit a stark contrast against the white snow. With the \"crack!\" of the lightning bolt, his eyes immediately dart over to its source.\n\n Spellcaster. Time to make an introduction. \n\nGathering himself once more, he quickly strides over to the source of the arcane bolt. \"Ho there! Are you all right? You might want to hold off on those until we get everyone free and clear of the area.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin kneels on top of the snow, gasping for breath. She runs a finger across the scar on her cheek and reties her headband, making sure it is secure, then checks her pack and weapons to make sure nothing had been torn away in the avalanche. When she gets her breath back and calms down, she says, \"Thank you, Tiriel.\" \n\nKatrin jumps in surprise at the lightning bolt and glares in the general direction of the melted crater. \"Stupid... he's going to set off the snow slide again. I've heard that even shouting can set them off...\" Muttering about sorcerers and shivering, she takes her sheathed shortsword off her belt and goes in the direction of the nearest buried voice to help free the trapped person underneath the snow.\n\n(OOC: To newcomers: Katrin is a tall, lithe human woman with short black hair, green eyes, and a scar across one cheekbone. She is wearing a dark headband.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Two men, one carrying a spiked chain, free themselves and begin to help others out of the snow.\n\nFollowing a cry of distress, they dig out a woman, freeing her from the packed snow. She has blue eyes and red hair, braided in the Rashemi manner.\n\nThey also free a dark-haired man, clad all in black.\n\nThe blond warrior and her dark-haired friend help another woman nearby dig herself out of the snow. An exhausted half-elf faceplants in the snow near them.\n\nTaking a quick headcount, you note nine survivors so far ..." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Grumpy caravan member \n\nTurning from the arcane crater forged in the snow, as its creator hurries off to help the others, he notices several of the other caravan members have survived as well. \"Seems a few of us survived that, I see. Do you remember how many of us there were?\" \n One of these days, I'm going to have to learn to pay more attention. Just because I don't think it's important, doesn't mean it isn't. \n \"I don't think I've introduced myself properly. Sorry about that - I hate snow. Even more now. My name's Damian.\" \n Hmm. There could be people still buried in the snow. I wonder if I could see them better if... and if not, there could be things they've dropped. \n\nHis forehead tenses, and his grey, colorless eyes flare bright blue for a moment, settling down to a more normal blue afterwards, as he starts scanning the surroundings for anything buried near enough to the surface to see.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Detect Magic , first time. (3 per day)\n Search - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nOlfacht casts \"endure elements\" upon himself to fight the cold, then begins digging his way out.\n\nThe scent of the snow suggests a consistency that is not too difficult to dig through.\n\nOlfacht never really liked the smell of fallen snow. It reminds him of the scent of stagnant water, which is never pleasant.\n\nOOC: Olfacht is a small, short man (as far as humans go) with thinning brown hair and strangely piercing blue eyes." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Woman Covered In Snow \n\nShe pant heavily as she latches onto the arm of her rescuer, pulling herself out from her confines. Thank the gods she was out of the snow.\n\nShe was a woman in her late twenties, with shapely flexible limbs underneath a thick woolen tunic and breeches. Brushing the snow from herself she stood up in her breastplate armor, a pattern of feathers inked in black decorating her protection. She brushed her bushy brown hair from hersimilarly colored eyes, feeling relaxed now that she knew that her hair tie hadn't come undone from the high ponytail she put it up in. It was her last remaining hair-tie, and she'd like to not lose it in the snow.\n\nAfter making certain her pack, the spiked chain she had wrapped around her waist, and all of the other essentials were not lost in the deep snow, she turned towards her savior.\n\n\"Thanks. I hope I didn't contract frostbite...oh, damn! My horse!\" She flew into a flurry of curses in Common, Elven and Dwarven, none of them generally pleasant.\n\nCalming down, she sighed. \"Great. Caravan's pretty much gone...thank goodness for those of us who survived.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis first reaction had been a shout, which was rewarded by a mouthful of snow. Coughing it back out, he had time to take a breath before the crest of the avalanche overtook him.\n\n...\n\nSlowly coming back to his senses, he tries to remember the advice given by his Rashemi colleagues. First, orient oneself. He digs a bit around himself, consolidating some walls as he goes, and grabbing handfuls of snow, let them fall until he has a better sense of up and down.\n\nHe seems to be in a bad spot : he can hear voices, but very muffled. Which means there is a fairly thick layer of snow above him.\n\nAnd he starts digging his way to freedom. Slowly at first, then frantically." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa just has time to register the coming avalanche and think Oh crap! before the roaring white engulfs her. She struggles valiantly to \"swim\" upward through the churning snow, but then something strikes the back of her head and everything goes dark...\n\nA muffled thunderclap welcomes Lissa back to the land of the living. That, and a godsawful headache, and the fact that there's snow down every bit of her clothing and armor. \"Unnnnh...\" Well. At least I cast endure elements this morning, so I'll probably suffocate before I freeze. She struggles to think through the throbbing of her head. What else did she prepare the previous evening?\n\n We were talking about ice monsters, what we might encounter, and... yeah, I got scared enough to ask Baravar for something a little louder than the usual. Not like I can sneak up on anything in this accursed snow anyway! Hmm. This just might work, especially if that thunderclap earlier was Achkby or Khazrael blasting their way free. Of course, this particular spell is guaranteed to give even a healthy caster a headache. Lissa clenches her fists. No help for it. The air is starting to grow stale. She wiggles her arms free, grasps her holy symbol in one hand, points upward with the other, and shouts a phrase in Celestial at the top of her lungs.\n\n\nOOC: Cast sound burst straight up (and probably pass out shortly thereafter)." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Rashemi Woman \n\nSounds from above her strengthen her resolve that she will escape this frigid prison, and as the snow cover becomes thinner, the glow of daylight becomes brighter and tears of joy run slowly down her cheek.\n\nA short woman with dark red hair and glittering blue eyes beams up at her liberator.\n\n [Rashemi]By the havens! Thank you, thank you! Are the others hurt? Are they still buried?\"[/Rashemi] \n\nLooking around, not waiting to see if her words were understood she begins counting forms, but soon realises there are many standing around, or emerging from the snows that she does not recognise.\n\nFearful there may still be others trapped below the snow, she begins chanting in a lilting voice, her hands moving in concise motions,\n\nSpellcraft DC 16\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Deathwatch to scan for people beneath the snow. If the spell cannot penetrate the snow layer, she will look around at those who have been exhumed thus far, and tend to those in most need of healing.\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n Another spellcaster. Hmm. This might not be as motley a group as I had thought. And another, from the caravan? Hmm again! Perhaps I should've been paying more attention. \n\nHis eyes glance over at the Rashemi spellcaster, cocking his head and trying to recognize the spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spellcraft - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n \n\n Hmm. Looks familiar, but I can't place it. Maybe divine? The bolt-thrower's definitely arcane... \n This could get interesting. " }, { "author": "lacesmcawesome", "message": " Snow-Covered Man \n\nThe bolt of lightning frightened the man, and he took a defensive stance. He was unaccustomed to magic, and didn't enjoy having a bolt of lightning shoot up from the ground a few feet away from him.\n\nStill, there were more pressing concerns at hand. He helped the woman up.\n\nHe was taken aback at the streams of words pouring from her mouth. Although he couldn't understand many of them, he knew they were shouted in anger.\n\nRe-composing himself, he nodded. \"Aye, it is a good thing indeed that others survived. It seems we may have to rely on each other for a while.\"" }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily Bound Man \n\nHe had his weapon out before the echoes of the sound burst had faded.\n\n Wonderful, that means at least two wizards. World would be a better place without them! \n\nAddressing his two companions,\n\n \"Come on lets go check that out. If it is friendly we need to get it out of the snow before some spell triggers another avalanche. If its not I’d rather deal with it sooner than latter.\" \n\nHe began moving as quickly as the snow would allow towards the source." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \n\nTraveling among the caravan is something Tanner has become all to familiar. With familiarity, he has let his guard down as he dozes idly to the movement of the sleigh. He feels no numbness of cold, for his endure elements protects him. Because he is not focusing on his surroundings, he fails to act when the snow cascades down upon him. It is only when the snowfall has him in his grasp does he combat the crushing weight.\n\nFighting to press his thumbs together, Tanner manages to speak the words of magic. A fan of flames bursts forth from his fingertips, instantly melting the snow in its path. With enough of a swath in front of him, Tanner wriggles himself up and free of his icy tomb.\n\n \"By Gond, what happened!?!\" he exclaims. Seeing others working their way up and out, he responds to the Rashemi woman first, [Rashemi]\"I know not, sister, but I will lend my meager talents as well.\"[/Rashemi] \n\nA cloak with a snowcat pelt rests upon his shoulders, covering the fine breastplate of this short bearded human. He wears his dark brown hair short and he may be considered ruggedly handsome. One may mistake him for a Rashemi if not for the accent in his voice, his quick smile, and the carved wheel cog holy symbol around his neck.\n\nHe moves to stand near the Wychlaran, but finds it difficult to traverse in the deep snow. He grasps the wheel cog around his neck and incants a phrase in the words of magic. The snow no longer binds the man - in fact, it seems to even help as the armored form glides easily across the top of the snow.\n\nSpellcraft 16:\n \n Spoiler \nTanner had cast snowshoes upon himself - a first level spell open to clerics, druids, and rangers\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's hands scrabble at the snow until his fingers start to bleed. A hand goes to his knife, but he decides against using it--it'd be a shame to find a hidden person and stab them at the same time.\n\nBetween periods of intense digging, he stops to rest, taking the time to clamber halfway out of his snow-pit and casually observe the caravan team.\n\nTo them, he's an odd sight--a thin, attractive human man wearing only a sleeveless faded black shirt and a pair of slim black pants held up with a heavy belt. Large silver bangles weigh down his slender arms. A silver stud is pierced through each earlobe, while a silver ring runs through his left eyebrow.\n\nA small nose, full lips, elegant eyebrows, and an angular face without a hint of facial hair give him a delicate, almost feminine air that isn't made any more masculine by the fact that he's wearing black kohl eyeliner. Strangest of all, however, are the black feathers emerging from his hair. It's a wonder they've stayed put, considering the heavy winds and recent avalanche." }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": " Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n Cold. Cold. Cold. Heavy. \n\nAchkby snaps awake, but his eyelids open far more slowly. He is greeted with nothing but black, though, and lets them fall shut. He feels his hands near his head, but they won't move. His legs are folded into his stomach. He thinks back, wondering where he is.\n\n That huge wall of snow came down...it hit the wagons... it kept coming... that funny man yelled something... \"Avansh?\"\n\nEveryone started running... I was running too... but the snow came too fast... it hit us... I curled up... am I in the snow?!! AM I BURIED IN THE SNOW?!!! \n\nAchkby is breathing hard, and while his extremities are still freezing, it begins to feel warm about his head.\n\n Hot? The air. There's no air... \n\nHe starts wiggling his fingers, reaching to bring his hands together as his mind grasps at the web of energy encircling him. But the snow seems to impede both, holding down his fingers and walling him off from his magic.\n\n Hlal, Kereska... Tamara? No... I, I need... Yondalla, in the name of all halflings, help me! \n\nAchkby's thumbs touch, and something sparks. He can feel the energy flowing through him. He coughs out a few words, and a hemisphere of flame explodes before him, blasting away the snow and bringing feeling back into his hands.\n\n\" Thank you, mother, \" he whispers.\n\nHe casts another spell, simpler, and concentrates, slowly warming himself back up. He begins at his toes and moves up his legs, then to hos torso and finally out his arms to his fingers, still tingling with magical energy. He then turns the spell on the snow, moving it about his head until he feels water drip down on to the back of his neck.\n\n That way up. \n\nSlowly wriggling around until he lies on his back, Achkby casts a third spell, sending two rays of pure heat up through the snow. They leave behind them columns of light, and down rushes fresh air. Blessed air, clean and cold. He relishes the feeling of the frost biting into his lungs. And a moment later he hear sound. The crunching of something moving through the snow, and then voices... unfamiliar, but unmistakably sentient.\n\n\" Help, \" he whispers. And then, louder, \" Help! Who's there?! \"\n\nAnd with that, he begins scrabbling away at the snow, carving out a diagonal tunnel to the surface." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Shivering Half-Elf \n\nAttempting to stand, he surveyed the remains of the caravan.\n Damnit! There goes my horse. I suppose I should be thankful for still being alive, but most of my stuff was on him... \nStaggering upright, he noticed a strange human with feathers sticking out of their head.\n Am I hallucinating? A chicken-man? What will these damn humans do next?? \n What was I thinking, traveling with such company. No good comes of it...Damnit, I'm freezing... \nLimping slowly and carefully to avoid any more falling-related pain, he walks a short distance away from all the humans and sits down, desperately trying to keep himself warm.\n Now would've be a good time to be traveling with friends , he thinks mournfully. Have I got to be nice to these humans? Urgh. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had instinctively jumped out of the way of the avalanche as it crashed down the mountain. It was only afterwards that she'd realized that by saving herself, she may have condemned her friends. Returning to where she'd last seen them, she spends a few frantic moments looking for some sign of life.\n\nIt is with an immense sense of relief that she pulls Katrine out of the snow. With a quick, almost silent, mutual agreement, the two of them start working their way up the mountainside looking for other survivors.\n\nThe first they find is an unfamiliar woman. Looking around Tiriel realizes that she doesn't recognize most of the people pulling themselves out of the snow. \" They must be members of the caravan. \" She remarks to Katrine. \"I 'm worried about Lissa and Ackhby, it'll be harder to locate them and they'll have a hard time getting out on their own without help... \" She falls silent as Khazrael's lightning bolt sears the sky, melting the snow between him and the surface.\n\" Well, then again maybe not. They are both casters of some sort. \"\nTiriel shrugs and continues her search.\n\n[ooc: I just realized that our new pc's and players will not be familiar with Tiriel's appearance. I'll write more in the ooc thread, but she's a tall blond woman in a tarnished chain shirt. She carries a longsword at her hip and a pack or her sholder... And it's immediately apparent that she's very strong.]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin trudges through the snow with Tiriel towards the nearest buried voice. \"I just hope they don't bring the mountain down on us again while they're doing it...\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian scans the area, apparently looking through the surface of the snow. Suddenly he drops to his knees scrabbling in the snow. Hands reach up to meet his. He pulls and frees another survivor from the snow, a short man with piercing blue eyes.\n\nA cacophanous sound blast erupts from the snow farther down the slope. Once again, the snow holds, though there is still the risk of a second avalanche. The man with the spiked chain trudges in that direction, and helps to dig out what appears to be a child.\n\nShe is unconscious at first, but she is still breathing. Fortunately, he is able to quickly revive her. When the \"little girl\" opens her mouth, however, the stream of gnomish curses quickly disabuses him of his initial misconception. This gnome is no innocent child.\n\nA heavily armored man walks lightly on the surface of the snow. He moves to the side of the red-haired Rashemi woman. He seems unusually deferential towards her.\n\nMore survivors are pulled from the snow, including a ranger (Adalmar) and a halfling (Achkby)." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily Bound Man \n Well I guess that means she is alright. I hope she speaks a language I can understand though. I really want to know what she just said. Even my old man might have been put to shame by that rant! A quick snort left his mouth at the sheer incongruity of this childlike being throwing out rapid fire gibberish, which he could gather was anything but polite. He immediately felt horrible as he remembered where he was and how many fellow travelers must be dead or still buried. Right, back to work. \n\n\" Do you speak common? \n Can you understand me? \n Do you speak elven? \"" }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona Darkwind \n\n\"Aye, it is a good thing indeed that others survived. It seems we may have to rely on each other for a while.\" Her rescuer spoke.\n\n\"Right, right,\" She grumbles. \"Desmona Darkwind of Cormyr.\" She introduces herself, crunching through the snow, gathering with the other survivors.\n\n\"Not everyone here was part of the caravan...and where are we, anyways?\" She looks around, frowning.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUntrained survival check to determine how far the avalanche took the caravan and how off course they are: (1d20)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Buried human \n\nWhen the world stopped spinning, he took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it.\n\n What is this? he thought to himself, coughing out snow. Everything's white. Everywhere. I'm trapped! There's no air! Help! His thoughts became progressively more panicked.\n\nHe scrabbled desperately at the snow, trying to find the way up. \"Help! Someone! Help me!\" Please! " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Tanner\n\nSince he has gotten no answer from the Rashemi wychlaran, Tanner shrugs and chalks things up to traditional conservative behavior. Not being one to wait in a moment of crisis, Tanner acts! He reaches over his shoulder and visualizes the shovel that is in his Haversack...and nothing happens. It is then that a disturbing thought crosses his mind - his gear is buried somewhere below that mess.\n\nTanner quickly takes inventory of what he does have. When he is through, Tanner feels a coldness in the pit of his stomach - not from the icy chill of the weather, but from losing probably the two most important pieces of equipment he has...had.\n\nFirst, the periapt. Tanner had spent over a year to accumulate enough wealth and items in trade to barter the old fakir for that enchanted trinket. This was the sole reason why he left Immilmar in the first place; now, all that time and effort was for naught, he thinks to himelf harshly. I should never have been admiring it, he berates himself. If I would simply had been wearing it like it was intended for, I would not be in this predicament , Tanner scolds himself inwardly. At least I'm alive, Tanner scoffs in his inner monologue, trying to look on the positive side of things, but for how long? he wonders to himself.\n\nThe reason for this concern is because he must have lost his enchanted haversack as well. It had all of his adventuring gear, food, extra clothing, bedroll, and his bankroll - what was left of it. Without these often taken for granted necessities, it doesn't take a ranger to tel one that his time is limited.\n\nEven losing his weapons and shield pales to this situation. After a few moments, Tanner shrugs and smiles and says aloud, \"Tempered steel is the strongest, and so shall I be, thanks be to Gond. To temper the steel, one needs fire.\" \n\nIncanting a few words, Tanner opens his hand and a flame the size of a torch appears. When this happens, Tanner channels hs energy to make the splll last all day and night. Using it to melt away with more precise and delicate maneuvers, Tanner does what he can to free the others (he doesn't even bother trying to look for his necklace, weapon, shield, and pack.\n\n\nSpellcraft DC 17:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTanner cast produce flame \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Racist Half-Elf \n\nA voice reaches his ears, and he looks up in surprise.\n\n Was that...Elvish? Smart human...You don't see that every day... \n\nGetting up, he walks towards the man trying to talk to the foul-mouthed Gnome.\n\n You...Speak Elven. And yet you seem to think this young Gnome can't speak Common?? \n\nLeaning down to the smaller person, he speaks in a much more respectful voice.\n\n Excuse me, Miss Gnome. My name is Grynde...May I offer my assistance? And please, feel free to swear in Common at these humans. They probably deserve it. In fact, it's probably all their fault that half a mountain fell on us. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael wipes at his brow, and smiles at hearing the gnomish curses--he doesn't know the language, but he knows the voice.\n\nHe pops out of his crater for a headcount, trying to figure out who--or what--is still missing." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Heavily Bound Man \n\nThe newcomer's rudeness and speech to the gnome did nothing to improve his outlook on the situation. We all just got carried halfway down a mountain by an avalanche, can't really judge a person right after something like that. Give everyone a few hours to calm down before you start worrying. \n \"I've spent enough time working for elves that speaking their tongue has become a necessity. As for the rest, a surprising number of beings don't speak common. Names Norgold by the way.\" \n\nAfter a moment of internal struggle Norgold convinced himself that politeness really was the best course and extended his hand." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Some of the survivors seem more active than others. Perhaps it is the cold or the shock of being buried alive that leaves some of the survivors slow and torpid.\n\nThose who are able fan out searching for more survivors, digging with their bare hands or makeshift shovels. Some poke the snow with poles salvaged from the debris.\n\nThe Rashemi woman appears to be dazed at first, ignoring the friendly foreigner's words, but after murmuring to herself, she wanders the snowfield with seeming purpose. Nearing Tiriel and Katrin, she indicates a spot in the snow where she would like to dig. When the three women clear the snow (Tiriel displaying unnatural strength and stamina), they eventually uncover a panicked man buried so deeply that he almost certainly would have died had the Rashemi not sensed that he was there.\n\nThe survivors break up into several small groups. In one such group, names and handshakes are exchanged:\n\n Lissa - female gnome, blond, no longer cursing\n Tanner - male human, armored and fur-clad, flames burn in his hand\n Grynde - male half-elf, irritable and apparently bigoted\n Desmona - brown haired, brown eyed woman in breeches and tunic, wearing a breastplate decorated with a feather motif\n Norgold - muscular human male, a spiked chain wrapped around his torso\n\nOther survivors wander this way and that. The snowslide seems to have obliterated most easily recognizable landmarks. The Running Rocks still tower over you to the east. Presumably the Huhrong's Road must lie to the north, and from there easy passage to Immilmar." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa feels the lump on the back of her head gingerly, wincing at the gentle touch. Her glove comes away bloody. She looks up at her rescuer apologetically. \"Thank you... sorry for the cursing, but I already had one demon of a headache before I cast that spell. Something hit me in the head during the avalanche. I'm Lissa, by the way.\" The gnome groans, reaching under her cloak. Yes! It's still here! She comes up with a crudely hammered and engraved silver medallion showing a cloak and dagger.\n\n \"I'm sure I've done stupider things than cast sound burst right after a blow to the head, but I can't think when right now. 'Scuse me for a moment, going to do something about the headache.\" Lissa puts one hand on the medallion, and the other (very lightly) on the goose-egg rapidly rising on her skull. She closes her eyes, recites a short phrase in Celestial, and a faint white light emanates from her hand. The lump vanishes, and Lissa sighs with relief. \"Oh gods, that's so much better! Okay, triage time, who's hurt?\" \n\nOnce it's clear that everyone's alive and out of the snow, Lissa... well, Lissa does what her friends now more or less expect. She launches herself at the nearest friend- Katrin, in this case- clings to her knees, and proceeds to weep and babble in relief. \"OhgodsohgodsIthoughtwewerealldeadI'msogladyou'rea live!\" Fortunately, the weep 'n babble session is shorter than usual this time. Maybe it's the necessity of making sure nobody's hurt, or maybe it's just the sheer number of life-threatening dramas lately.\n\n\nOOC: Cast cure minor wounds on self." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\n\"All right, then,\" Desmona sighs, looking around at the surrounding mountains. \"It looks like we need to head north in order to make it back to the Huhrong's Road.\"\n\nShe looks over at the ragtag group that's gathered with her, especially the gnome girl - who bolted and latched herself onto a woman with green eyes and short black hair.\n\n\"So, I take it you know her?\" She asks the other woman, a hand resting on her hip, above the spiked chain. \"I'm Desmona. We were all just discussing how to get out of here. Huhrong's Road should be to the north.\" She points. \"I figure we gather everyone who survived the avalanche, scavenge as much rations and supplies we can find from the wreckage, and then hike north.\"\n\nShe brushes a few strand of loose brown hair from her eyes. \"What really worries me most is the constant exposure to the cold. We could use any spellcasters who can cast that enduring spell...thing.\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances over his belongings, and scrounges a few things lying loose in the snow that must've come from his saddlebags. Geh. Probably half of my belongings are probably twenty feet under the snow. And the circlet. Great. I've got no chance to get anywhere on my own now. \n\nWalking over to Lissa, he watches as she heals herself, with slight interest. \"Actually, I'm a bit banged up from the avalanche, and could a slight bit of healing. If you don't mind, though, I can do it myself,\nwith a bit of assistance from you. If that's all right, that is. Well - and if you have any healing prepared.\" \n\nExtending his hand in greeting, he introduces himself, to Lissa as well as the others. \"I'm Damian. It's fortunate that you were traveling nearby. After this... disaster... we could use the company.\" \n\nRealizing he was a bit aggressive, he shakes his head lightly. \"Sorry - that was a bit aggressive. It's just that we seem to be in a bad spot, and I prefer to let people know what I can do so they're not surprised later. A few people have reacted a bit... harshly in the past.\" \n\n(OOC: see here )" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman - armored human\n\nOnce everyone that can be found is accounted for, Tanner gathers with the other survivors. He closes the hand that holds the flame so that it does not burn anyone else - it looks as though he is familiar with this practice.\n\nAfter Desmona introduces herself, Tanner says, \"I am called Tanner Gondsman. It is a pleasure to meet you all, thank Gond we survived that ordeal. Creating a fire will not be a problem,\" he says with a wry smile. \"However, I already have used Gond's gift to endure the elements. If any here needs my cloak or other warm clothes, you are welcome to them in the meantime. Besides being able to endure the elements, I think it would be wise to enchant our travels across the snow as I have. I shall be able to enchant each of us survivors here with one of the spells. Unless others of us can do so, I think our first priority is the ability to endure the elements, then we can focus on traversing the snow with no difficulty. Although I am no expert, I can heal those that are wounded and can treat any complications that may arise until then.\" He looks at the feather-plated female, \"I believe Desmona's plan is a sound one; if Desmona does't mind leading, I will follow.\" \n \"Unfortunately, I lost much of my equipment, including my shield and weapons,\" Tanner says as he rummages through the equipment salvaged thus far with his 'good' hand. \"This broken pole will do nicely as a club, I suppose ,\" the human says to himself more than anyone else. \"The good news is that I haven't lost my wits, nor my faith. I am certain we will get through this if we work...\" he then locks his gaze with Grynde when he says his last word, \"...together.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAfter poking around a bit longer, Khazrael speaks up.\n\n\"How about we get the hells out of here? I don't want to get buried again.\"" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Rather snowy human \n\nAfter being dug out by the three women, the man lies on the surface of the snow, panting despite the cold. He is about six-and-a-half feet tall, although covered in snow and heavy furs he looks even bigger. He has black hair and the rough, tanned face of a plains barbarian.\n\n Rescued by women... he thinks, ashamed.\n\nAfter rummaging in the hole to retreive a large, well-made, two-handed axe, he wanders over to join the largest group. \"Is, uh, is this everyone? He looked around. \"I suppose we should leave while we can, but if there's anyone still in there...\n\n\"I'm Retay, by the way.\" He doesn't seem especially proud of the fact." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe shifts his weight a little awkwardly from foot to foot, swaying slightly as Tanner is speaking.\n\n Gah. Maybe I should be nice to these humans...For my own safety. Never a good idea to get on the bad side of a large group... \n\nWith some difficulty, he attempts an apology.\n\n I'm...er...Sorry. I...Will try to be...nicer...To you all... \n\nAnnoyed at having to do that, he looks away, again to the snow, embarassed, and this time, a little ashamed. Sitting down, he draws one of the shortswords across his back and begins hacking and stabbing the cold ground." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n\nNorgold smiles appreciatively as he notices Desmona's choice of armaments. She sounds intelligent, and she was willing to step up. That'll be enough for now. Nodding slowly as Tanner speaks, he lets a moment of silence pass waiting to see if the half-elf has anything more to add before voicing his thoughts.\n\n My name's Norgold. I agree with Tanner, if Desmona can lead us out of here I will gladly follow. Lets get moving though, before we lose any more daylight. Oh, and there's a heavy blanket still in my pack if anyone is in need of extra warmth. \n\nFollwing his own advice he begins searching the area for anything that could be useful, starting from the wreck of the wagon he had initially been trapped in.\n\n \n Spoiler \n [roll0]\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael munches on a bit of snow and casually eyes the women from the caravan group.\n\n Let me guess...more clerics and cold fish? \n\nThe clatter of silver bangles signals Khazrael's approach--he dusts his hands off as he moves to rejoin Tiriel's group, casting a nod to Desmona.\n\n\"I'm all for our group going with yours. We were thrown off track and we're still trying to get our bearings. If you don't mind me asking, what in Gehenna's blackest pit are you guys doing out here?\"" }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nOlfacht pulls himself up and dusts off the snow on his body as he says quietly:\n\n I'm Olfacht of... You know, I must admit, I'm not sure which township I'm claiming lineage from today... So... no chance that we'll be digging up the rest of the caravan, huh? I have some materials that I would like to recover. It's hard extracting the essence scent of steel, you know. \n\nHis clothes now smell damp and slightly moldy. This is not a pleasant smell. It reminds him of the time he slept under a bridge and when the water level rised during the night. What an uncomfortable night that was." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Rashemi Woman \n\n[ooc] sorry for lack of updates, weekends are busy for me [/ooc]\n\nMoving awkwardly over the snow in a trance, the red-haired woman first pointed out the living people buried deep in the snow, and then began identifying those who had not survived the avalanche. A soft whispered prayer in her native tongue went up when each was exhumed from their frosty tomb.\n\n \"The spirit is no longer with the body, but the spirit endures and will be reborn.\" \n\nAt last she sees no more bodies buried and turns her attentions to those most grievously wounded.\n\nHoping to be better understood, she remarks in accented common,\n\n \"Please. Everyone come close. I will remove your weariness and chase the cold from your bones.\" \n\nWaiting for everyone to gather, assisting those who might need help, she once again chants in a melodic voice and makes arcane gestures in the air:\n\nSpellcraft DC 18\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe woman casts a Refreshment Spell.\n \n\n\nEveryone within 20' of the woman feels instantly refreshed.\n\n All creatures within a 20’ radius Burst of the caster are healed of all non-lethal damage, including damage cause by starvation, thirst,\nenvironmental conditions, etc. \n\nFinding the foreigner who addressed her earlier, she bows politely before him,\n\n \"I apologize for my rudeness. My concern for the wounded was great, I did not mean to cause any offense. My name is Tryntha and I am healer of the Rashemi.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nTurning to Khazrael, the relatively tall, lithe dark-clad human chuckles slightly. \"Heading to Immilmar from Taporan. That's what we started out doing, that is. Recently all it seems we were doing is running from avalanches. Seems our luck finally ran out.\" \n\nHis shoulders sag as he looks around at the rest of the group with a touch of despair. This was not going well." }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nUnlatching herself from Katrin's legs, Lissa looks up at Damian, a bit puzzled. \"Healing spells actually prepared? Well, no. I generally don't bother with that. I prepare other things that might be useful and convert them to healing spells as needed.\" She tilts her head at him curiously. \"Why? I don't mind healing you, or anyone else who's hurt.\" \n\nUpon hearing Tryntha, Lissa willingly walks over toward the Rashemi woman. She isn't too cold, thanks to her endure elements spell, but she's curious. Curiosity is rewarded with a burst of warmth and energy. Lissa blinks, smiling. \"Wow, that's some spell!\" \n\nLissa introduces herself all around, in case anyone didn't hear earlier. \"Nice to meet you, everyone.\" She turns to Tryntha with a warm smile. \"And I'm especially glad to see you! I'm not a terribly powerful priestess, magically speaking, and it'll be nice to have somebody who actually specializes in healing. My god likes his servants to... hmm... have a variety of skills.\" Lissa's studded leather armor, light crossbow and rapier provide a few clues as to what those 'skills' might be. She looks over to Tanner, shrugging helplessly. \"I'd be happy to lend you my rapier if we were more of a size, but I think the hilt is a bit small for those big hands of yours.\" Indeed, Lissa's rapier is a fine and well-balanced weapon- but it's a weapon sized for a gnome." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe brief look of despair changes to a flash of despondency, as he reaches up and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. \"No, of course, I wasn't suggesting any problem. I just...\" He lets off a small huff of frustration as he glances over at the scattered remnants of the caravan.\n\n \"I just tend to prefer to do things myself. Sorry. I'm usually pretty self-sufficient, so this whole situation - you know, the 'imminent death' part - is putting me a little out of sorts. Plus...\" \n\nHe reaches down and picks up a dark leather backpack, slinging it over his shoulder with an audible grunt. His eyes dart around to the myriad spellcasters present with a bit of trepidation, and looks back at Lissa, his voice slightly hushed. \"Some of those who can manipulate the Weave have been a little... tense around me, so I try not to inconvenience them much. I don't really know how to explain it, as I don't really know how I do it - I can borrow the power you have prepared and cast it myself. Well - okay, borrow isn't the right word. Take is.\" \n\nHe chuckles slightly, looking down at the gnome with a slightly bemused look. \"To be honest, with this many wielders of magic around, I'd normally be content to go my own way, or keep things hidden entirely. But I don't think I have that choice this time. I just hope that what I am doesn't bother anyone. It has been useful, at times. Plus - well - it's just who I am.\" \n\nAfter Lissa's response (if any), he turns to the others and straightens himself slightly, his demeanor losing much of the trepidation and worry it just had. \"Does anyone know how far we have left until Immilmar?\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman - Armored Human\n\nListening to Grynde's apology, Tanner smiles and says to him, \"No need to apologize, friend, but the sentiment is noted. I have learned that one will be treated as one treats others. It is good to have you a part of this, for I believe that your skills will be needed if we are to survive this test.\" \n\nWhen Tryntha communes with the land, Tanner stops what he is doing and watches closely. He has seen the Wychlaran before, but never has he viewed the rites and rituals they cast. When she is complete, he says, \" My thanks.\" Seeing to the live and then to the dead, Tanner helps collect the gear that is remaining. He first works near Damian so he may speak with him, \"I have a couple of healing spells called lesser vigor prepared. It boosts your natural healing ability over a short amount of time. I could cast them upon you, if you need them, but alas, I am a bit hesitant to give up such things to those whom I have not journeyed with for some time. I have learned through business that it is good to be trusting, but it is wise to be sure not to be completely trusting with new acquaintances. I hope you understand.\" \n\nAs conversation continues and draws to the personal business each had will travel to Immilmar, Tanner responds, \"I had made a purchase in Heliogabalus in Damara. However, it appears that Silvanus was not happy with my choice and wanted it back, for all of my wares are buried under this snow. I now reside in Immilmar; I am - was - a fur trader and leatherworker. It appears as though I will need to start afresh.\" \n\nWhen Lissa offers her sword, Tanner replies to her, \"Thank you for the offer, but this club will do...\" Tanner opens his hand again, revealing the flame still there, \"...and so will this.\" Tanner closes it again, snuffing out the flame for the moment. \"Besides, I wouldn't know the first thing about how to use such a fine blade. I prefer to be blunt when it comes to any sort of conflict,\" Tanner says with a smile at his double entendre.\n\nAs Tryntha approaches he includes her in the conversation with Lissa. \"It appears that our skills will be needed to help protect all here. As for this other group, my connection with Gond is strong, but not strong enough to reach everyone. How many can you help?\" \n\nThen when she speaks to him in her native language, he returns in kind, still with an outlander's accent, \"A pleasure to meet you, Tryntha. No offense taken, for I understand. I have heard tales of the sisters but now I know them to be true. I think our survival will depend on your connection with the land. Of the Wychlaran I have had business dealings with before, they were always accompanied by another - usually a large warrior like Retay. Were you accompanied by one such as he?\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha Rashemi Cleric \n\nLamenting the feeling of loss whenever the channeling of mystic energies subsides, Tryntha is elated to see the color and liveliness return to those effected by her spell. As she sees others discussing equipment and armaments, she realises she should check her own posessions.\n\nAs her hand moves to her hair, she caresses a thin silver chain braided into her hair and moves her fingers delicately along it until she touches the oval topaz that hangs slightly above her hairline. With a content sigh, she pulled unbuckled the travel pack that had been strapped over her shoulders and around her waist and began shuffling through it for her supplies. Opening the case tied to the side of the pack, she checked the two shortspears carried within for damage.\n\nHer eyes go wide as Tanner mentions the word \"Wychlaran\". When he is finished, she is quick to correct him in hushed tones,\n\n \"Please, I am not worthy of being called that. I have not yet finished my trials of the sisterhood. As such, I have no escort like you describe. That is how I found myself among those with the caravan. I will do everything I can to help all of these people find their way.\" \n\nBowing slightly to Tanner, she moves to talk to Desmona.\n\n \"I heard you talk of Huhrong's Road and moving north. I am familiar with these lands and should be able to help guide you to the nearest town. I also have the ability to conjure sustenance, though I dont know if I could feed all who are here. We should be able to supplement our stores with things from the land, and we should have no shortage of water with the snow. Please, let me know if there is anything I can to assist you.\" \n\nMoving through the gathered people she will see who is the most injured and offer healing spells. If she can identify any one who appears to be handling the cold worse than others she will administer her Endure Elements spell.\n\n Survival - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] To help scavenge and traverse the difficult terrain.\n\n[ooc] If Tryntha is aware of the distance to Immilmar, she will offer this information also [/ooc]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel and Katrin listen with interest as the Rashemi woman speaks. Although they don't understand her dialect, they are able to figure out that she is familiar with the wychlaren . Unlike the masked hathran in Telflamm who was escorted by a retinue of Rashemi berserkers, this Rashemi spellcaster is apprently traveling alone. Katrin checks her pack and verifies that the porcelain mask she carries is still intact ...\n\n...\n\nAdalmar introduces himself to the other avalanche survivors and helps Tryntha estimate that the Huhrong's road must be about two days away on foot.\n\nA distant rumbling from the mountain peaks reminds everyone that there may not be enough time to salvage much from the caravan. The dozens of other people and animals will have to lay buried in the snow. There just isn't enough time or manpower to dig them out by yourselves.\n\nThe score or so survivors slowly begin to trudge northward, carrying what they can on their backs on in their hands. The various spells help to heal any bruises or minor fractures incurred by the avalanche.\n\nIt is hard to remember everyone's names at first, of course, but everyone is at least united in a shared goal for now - survival.\n\nThe group spreads out into a thin line, each of you walking in the footsteps of the survivor ahead. You march through the day, eventually leaving the mountains behind you. As the sun begins to dip towards the horizon, however, you start to wonder how you are going to survive a night out in the open ..." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona Darkwind \n\nShe was certainly pleased with how she managed to bring everyone together. But that wasn't what leadership was really about and she understood that. She needed to make sure that everyone was willing to use their full potential to ensure the survival of everyone still alive.\n\n\"All right, after everyone's gotten whatever they can find, we move out. I want us all to follow Miss...Tryntha, right? Miss Tryntha and Mr...you,\" she points at Retay. \"You look like a competent wildsman. Both of you need to lead the way so we get out of here and to a civilized place, okay? Then and only then should we go our seperate ways. We stay together, we survive.\"\n\n\"Any clerics or Weave-users with healing and protective spells should keep them ready. Don't wait for someone to drop from exposure, pump them chock full of magical goodness at the first signs. I want any meleeists to protect those with little protection, especially spellcasters. I'll be with you on that position, two lines of warriors on either side of the spellcasting column.\"\n\n\"We'll move out in ten minutes, so get what you can salvage and get into Position.\"\n\nWith all that said, she took on the task of scaveging for useful bits of the caravan.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search check: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nOoc: How I imagined the marching party will look:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Des Dam (fighters and low spellcasters)\nRet Tri (Lissa, Ackhby, other low HP low armor spellcasters)\n Nor Tan (clerics and other better battlers)\n " }, { "author": "HempRope", "message": "Wow, I'm busy... I apologize for not posting more.\n\n Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer \n\nAchkby makes his way across the snow to his friends, and stands shivering among them. He says little, apparently paralyzed by the combined cold and shock of waking up beneath many feet of snow. After the Rashemi's spell, however, he seems far more happy.\n\n\" I'm Achkby, \" he says finally, by way of introduction, \" And from far south of here, if you hadn't noticed, \" he adds, referring to the thick cloth wrapped about his small flame.\n\n\" We're trying to make our way to Rasheman, but we got lost on the way. We lost many comrades too, so it's good to meet some friendly souls. Your unluck may have been our salvation, and we'd be grateful for your help getting there, \" he says a bit stiffly. He's clearly on his best manners, though why such formality so suddenly isn't as readily apparent." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThroughout the trip, Khazrael retains a gregarious attitude despite the cold, and does his best to get to know his new companions as they march along.\n\n\"So have any of you heard anything about the armies pressing in from the west? Er, I think it's the west--I don't have the best head for directions. They were tearing around the Great Dale pretty much unchecked. I don't know if they plan on coming this far east, but it was something to see. I can't tell you how many times they almost caught me.\"" }, { "author": "Phasm", "message": " Lissa \n\nLissa smiles wryly, adjusting one of the straps on her pack. Thank you, Baravar, for not letting me lose my haversack! Or my crossbow. \"Yeah, I used to be a loner as well.\" A pained, distant look comes over her face for a moment. \"It's... safer, in many ways.\" You can't betray yourself, after all. She shrugs. \"The threat we face is too big for any one person to face alone, though. And no, I haven't got a problem with your ability, just so long as you ask before using it on me. Talk to the mages about it, but I don't think Achkby or Khazrael will have a problem as long as you ask first.\" The gnome gives Damian a sly grin. \"If you try it on Khazrael without asking, you just might get fried for your pains. He does like his lightning bolts.\" \n\nAs the sun starts going down with no shelter in sight, Lissa begins to look worried. My endure elements should last until morning, but what about everyone else? I only prepared the one for myself, the rest are spells for battle! A memory surfaces, of snowball fights when she was a child. Gnomish snowball fights never just have snowballs; part of the fun is creating elaborate snow fortresses and improvising snowball-throwing devices. Lissa picks up a handful of snow and squeezes it experimentally, trying to see if it will pack. \"We used to make snow fortresses for snowball fights when I was a youngster... I wonder if there's a way to make a sort of house or hut out of packed snow?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian smirked at Lissa's response. \"Thanks for the advice. Seems your little band is a bit more cohesive than ours. Not that I ever expected to be in a struggle for my life with this group.\" \n\nAs the group moved out, Damian quickly settled in near the front, where he seemed perfectly comfortable. His eyes kept scanning the distance, however, looking for shadows, trees, cover of any general sort. After a time, however, the chill of dusk began to set in, and the load he carried slowly wore him down. He was definitely going to need to find a better way to carry things. But for now, night was a more pressing concern. Which was too bad - physical threats he could respond to. It's much harder to fight nature itself.\n\n \"Well, we're going to need shelter and heat of some sort, very quickly. Could we really make up a housing for 16 in that short time?\" \n\nGrumbling to himself, he thinks of the meager possessions he has, and hopes fervently someone else has a good idea.\n\n(OOC: 16, by my count. Adalmar, Damian, Desmona, Tryntha, Tanner, Olfacht, Norgold, Grynde, Retay, Ulmarek, Katrin, Khazrael, Achkby, Lissa, Katrin, Tiriel.)" }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nThis development does not please him. Not the slightest. He's just lost his packmule, 90% of his possessions, and many of these people around him could really use a good rosebud bath. Still, in the interest of survival, he'll need these people. After all, he doesn't know the way around.\n\nHe steps up to one of the closest companions that seems a little cold and says, \" here, allow me \" as a bit of magical energy ebbs from his fingers and fills the person with heat. He does this until all of his magical energy is spent.\n\n OOC : Olfacht will use all of his first level slots to cast \"endure elements\" upon the less hardy party members. (totaling around 6 castings) If that doesn't seem enough, he'll burn up a couple second level slots to make ends meet." }, { "author": "SoulCatcher78", "message": " Shaggy Half Elf \n\nThe voices penetrate the dull ache that his world has become. Opening his eyes, he can make out the group of other forms, waiting for his vision to become more stable and stop showing him double images. Pushing himself up on his elbows and then onto his knees, he brushes himself off and takes stock of the situation.\nSnow. Check!\nNo pack animals. Check!\nLittle or no shelter. Check!\nNo weapons. Check! Almost forgot the spare dagger in the boot and the longsword at his belt, so all is not lost.\n\nAll in all it looks like a fine mess. At least it wasn't raining.\n\nDusting himself off, he approaches the group of his fellow travellers.\n\n\"Well met!\" he says rubbing the side of his head, \"Ulmarek Wolfson, pleased to make your aquaintence. Has anyone seen the pack horses? We might have to do some digging but do we want to go to much further without our gear in this weather?\"\n\n OOC- Sorry to be a bit late to the table. Seems like we have quite the group." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Half-Elf \n Tonight is going to be...Difficult...To say the least. \n\nEager to get on the good side of the other adventurers, and very hungry, he addresses the group.\n\n \"Does anyone have any food? If nobody has much, I suppose we can hunt. Er....How about...You - \" He looks to the other Half-Elf - \"And you - \" looking at Retay, - \"Come with me? Unless of course neither of you can hunt at all. Just a suggestion...\" \n\nLooking around him at the desolate, snowy ground and narrow paths, he reconsiders his suggestion.\n\n Then again, I don't think there's an awful lot of life around here, except us...Fools we are, for traveling in these conditions... \n\n(OOC: Just how the loud beep* does Overwrite turn itself on!?!?! Gah!!)" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nThe fur-clad barbarian seems reluctant to leave the site, occassionally voicing his fears for any others still buried, but the mountain's rumbling frightens Retay. The ground shouldn't make noise. Well, the ground shouldn't fall on you either. As the group moves out, Retay remains near the head as instructed. For an obviously powerful barbarian, he doesn't seem very confident in himself.\n\nOn the other hand, when the elf-blooded man suggests a hunting trip, Retay quickly comes forward, unslinging his shortbow. \"I'm good at hunting,\" he says proudly, as if it's the greatest skill anyone could have. Considering the conditions, perhaps it is. \"If there's anything out there to hunt, I'll find it.\" " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold, Human Fighter \n I've trained my entire life to defend others from attack not the elements, whole lot of good that makes me. There must be something I can do. Other than being a decent pack mule Norgold felt helpless, living in towns and cities most of his life had never prepared him for the current situation. A few nights on the road escorting wagons was one thing but this...\n\n \"I still have a little bit of food in my pack. Its not enough for all of us to have a full meal but it'll help keep us warm through the night.\" \n and now for the bit that really turns the stomach... \n \"We need to make sure any and all spell casters are well rested, if they can ready the proper spells things could be a lot better tomorrow. I lack hunting skills but firewood I can handle. Retay... before you go if I could... borrow your axe. It's a tad big for chopping wood but it looks like the best we've got.\" \n\nHe looks to Desmona, waiting for her approval.\n\n(OOC: looked back and couldn't tell if we are above or below tree line. Will edit if Norgold is off to chop imaginary trees)" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "Retay looked blankly at his favoured greataxe, then at Norgold. \"A little big?\" He laughed, pulled his fur cloak aside, and slipped a smaller – but still very large for woodcutting – battleaxe from his belt. \"Try this,\" he said, passing it to Norgold. \"I want it back, though, please.\" \n\nRealising they would have to share to survive, he added, \"I've got plenty of food in my pack. Would've lasted me sixty days on my own, without hunting. There are a lot of us, so it wouldn't last near that long, but we have other food. We shouldn't starve too soon.\" \n\n((OOC: I intended to mention my other equipment earlier, but I never did... Never mind.))" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe breathes a sigh of relief at the mention of food. He has evidenced a startling drop in his already low weight since the vampire attack, and the thin supplies his group had weren't helping.\n\nHe fiddles with his hair or tries to look like he's helping as the group settles down and starts setting up camp. His magical talents have always made life on the road easy for him, and the finer points of outdoor survival still largely escape him.\n\nAs he lays out the meager rags he plans to sleep on, he sings a tune in Abyssal. The melody is dark and discordant, and details the treacherous beauty of Malcanthet. From time to time he stares at the sky and longs to fly again." }, { "author": "SoulCatcher78", "message": "\"Hunting sounds like a good plan if we can find any tracks after this avalanche\" Ulmarek takes stock of surroundings \"but if we're to survive the night without tents, perhaps it would be wiser to build ourselves caverns of snow so that we aren't sleeping in the wind?\" The last thing he wants to do is cover himself in more snow today but if it'll keep him alive until sunrise, then that's the plan. If there are enough of the others willing to set up the camp, he will be happy to offer his skills as a tracker (low light vision) and it might get him a chance to check out that bizarre lighting strike/source that caused this calamity." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n Well, I do have enough raw magical energy that I can use to create some kind of temperature shield for us. I think if you allow me to, I can make sure I shield everyone here for the next 24 hours. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAs Damian watches the others consider heading off for food, he raises his voice slightly. \"Before we consider food, I think a place to stay for the evening might be more of a priority. Surviving in the wilderness isn't my strong suit. Is anyone else skilled in that area? Any ideas for a place to stop?\" \n\nDamian scans the horizon for a clearing, or any open area nearby, with a grim look on his face. Not his strong suit? That's an understatement.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Spot\" - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n \n\n\nAs Khazrael raises his lament in the crowds behind him, the odd language catches his ears. He waits for a pause in the haunting song, and falls back for a moment. \"That's... very interesting. What was that?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel stays close to Katrine as the, now large, group moves on. At the mention of hunting and tree chopping she can't help but laugh to herself a little. Aren't we above the tree line? There's not likely to be much wood here and even less to hunt... \n\nAs they walk Tiriel watches those in front of her. Eventually she notices that the human* that Lissa is talking to seems to be having a hard time carrying his load (which doesn't look too heavy at all). After a few moments of consideration Tiriel approaches the two and addresses Damian, \" It looks like you're a bit ...over packed. I can carry some of your gear for you, if you'd like that is. \" Tiriel keeps her eyes on the path ahead as she speaks, worried that another avalanche could come crashing down the mountain side.\n-----\nTiriel also politely refused any prior offers of \"magical\" help to deal with the cold.\n\n[ooc: is Damian human? I couldn't find the answer quickly and I'm a bit pressed for time. Please let me know.]" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha Rashemi Cleric\n\nSeeing Retay's reluctance to leave the site of the avalanche, Tryntha moves close to him and offers a bit of reassurance,\n\n \"The land has called some of their spirits back to its service. They are not lost, they are merely answering a different call now. I have used my magic to make sure we have found everyone still within this world. Take heart, as I am sure we will need your strength in the coming days.\" \n\nThe fiery-haired native merely nodded to Desmona when asked to lead the group towards the road, and in the direction of Immilmar. She worked to lead them through the easiest paths through the snow, so as to not tax the energy she knew they would desperately need during the evening.\n\nAs the light began to fade, and talk started of resting and finding food and shelter Tryntha looked for an appropriate site that could provide some kind of wind break.\n\n Survival - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n \"I should be able to conjure sustenance for all of us each day if given appropriate time to rest and replenish my energies each day. It is not the most pleasant of food, but most would agree that the alternative is less than ideal. As for our other needs, we definately will need to find something to burn for warmth through the night. That could be a most difficult task what with the snow. If we had some form of shelter that would help retain the warmth also.\" \n\nHer voice makes all of these things seem like possiblities as she tries to keep a positive attitude among the survivors. Her smile is genuine and used often, accompanied by a reassuring touch when necessary to keep spirits high." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian (who is human) \n\nAs Tiriel offers to help carry things, a look of relief rapidly appears on Damian's face, and he chuckles heartily - which appears strange, given his periodically stoic demeanor. \"Normally, I'd say 'no, I'm fine' - but the truth is, I'm really not - and to be perfectly honest, there's not that much of value in there. I very much appreciate the offer. There's a reason I buy a horse whenever I travel.\" \n\nSlipping his backpack off his shoulder, he rustles through it, and pulls out a pair of scrolls and an additional bundle of crossbow bolts. The new items quickly disappear under his cloak, and Damian hands the backpack to Tiriel." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin trudges along beside Tiriel, watching the people from the caravan intently and with no small amount of suspicion. She turns down offers of magical help, telling the casters to save their magic for those who need it more. She checks her pack to see how much food she has left for the road--enough to last her a week at least. However, she has very little in the way of wilderness survival skills, and scowls at the run of bad luck she and her friends had been having recently." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe smirks at Damian, perhaps unaware that he had been singing at all.\n\n\"It's a song about a demon queen. I used to read a lot about the planes.\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Demon queen? So I'm guessing it was... Abyssal? That's what it's called, right? Bizarre-sounding language. I stick mainly to languages of the people I've met - except for the one dabble in Draconic. Where'd you learn it?\" \n\nDamian drifts back a bit to Khazrael and extends his hand. \"Sorry, I don't know if I introduced myself. Damian. You're the one who blew up the snow, right? I think Lissa said your name was... Khazrael?\" \n\nHe glances around at the desolate landscape, and the others as they try to figure out what to do for the evening. \"I don't suppose you've got any clever ideas about shelter.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Yeah, it was abyssal. I guess I'm kind of a language buff. I seem to have an easy time picking them up. And yeah, Khazrael's my name, and that was my lightning bolt.\"\n\nHe frowns at the question.\n\n\"I've, uh, got magic, so I never really have to worry about it all that much. I mean, I know you guys need to protect yourselves, but I'm just not that good at the whole outdoors thing.\"" }, { "author": "SoulCatcher78", "message": " Ulmarek \n \n Spoiler \n Survival check (1d20+4)[ 8 ] wow, that was rather sad for a ranger.\n \n\n\n\"While I haven't ever done it before, the theory of building a temporary shelter out of snow doesn't seem that far fetched. If nothing else it will keep the wind and any falling snow off of us while we use our body heat to keep warm and survive the night. Doesn't sound very comfortable but I'd rather be inconvenienced than frozen solid.\" If there's anything salvageable from the caravan that might make it easier to build a shelter, Ulmarek will point it out (canvas covers from the wagons, dead horses...sorry if your attatched to them but they can provide a quick wall to a shelter...not to mention a supply of meat if we get hungry enough). \"Since it appears that the caravan master met a bad end, should we suggest a leader to make the decisions to get us through till morning?\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAt Khazrael's dismissal of the relatively dire situation, Damian chuckles and smiles. \"True. Sometimes I envy those who can use the Weave well. I probably had some spells which would have me less worried, but it's back there buried under several hundred tons of snow now. With my horse keeping it company. I don't relish the thought of sleeping under a dome of ice. Not after our recent experience.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel takes Damian's backpack and slips it over her shoulder to join with her own pack.\n\" Just tell me when you need it. We had horses too, a while back .\" She tells Damian. \" We really shouldn't push our luck out her in the open. Our best bet might be to find a cave or at least a ledge, we can shelter under. I never thought I'd say this, she says glancing at Katrine and Lissa, \" But Callos' silly rope spell would have been handy to have here and now. \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman - Armored Human\n\nAs the group walks, Tanner opens his hand, and the flame appears. He says to the others, \" If you feel the need to warm yourself by Gond's Light, please speak up, and I shall move to you. As for food, do not worry about me, for I will be fine. I also do not need much if any sleep. As for warmth and shelter, I have an idea. I could summon a wall of fire around our group. Do not approach within twenty feet of the flames, for then they will start to burn you. I can keep this wall up for the entire night if necessary; however I have never tried, for it requires some concentration to do so. Because of this, our group will be protected in more ways than one, for any creature that passes through the fire wall will certainly get burned; plus, it will provide us with warmth through the night. We should have a contingency plan, however, in the event that I lose my concentration. The other thing that worries me is such a circle of heat may cause a similar event to what we just experienced. If someone more learned of the ways of nature could help find a place for the spell to allow for a camp to reduce catastrophe, it may increase our odds .\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian nods at Tiriel, a look of frustration crossing his face. \"I couldn't agree more. No offense, Lissa, but the idea of sleeping surrounded by snow doesn't thrill me.\" \n\nAfter Tanner suggests his ... rather unorthodox plan, Damian doesn't look particularly convinced. \"That... doesn't make me feel wonderfully safe, either. I'm not exactly at home in the wilderness, but... well, first, we don't know how deep the snow is we're standing on. A wall of fire would melt quite a bit of snow, and that could possibly cause another avalanche, like you said. It could also leave us in a rapidly forming lake. Plus, second, you'd be sending up a beacon for miles - even if it prevented anyone from approaching while it was up, it would still tell some creatures we were here. Plus, not everything hates fire.\" \n\nDamian sighs, and scans the horizon. \"There's got to be a ledge, or a cave, or something we can hide near.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Half-Elf Ranger \n\nUpon hearing his suggestion, he gives Tanner Gondsman a piercing glare.\n\n You can't make a wall of fire around us!! What's to say none of our group sleepwalk? What if someone needs to urinate during the night, and accidentally walks into a giant flaming wall? No, I really do not think that will work. However, I agree with Damian; Chances are there's a cave or ledge that we could all sleep in tonight. \n\nSurveying their surroundings, he attempt to locate a likely cove for the group to make camp.\n \n Spoiler \n Spot Check 13 (6+7)\n \n\n I don't think food will be a problem, however. Our resident plainsman seems rather capable, and I pride myself on being a good hunter. I'm sure there'd be some goats around here, maybe a few birds haven't forsaken the area. They wouldn't be difficult to catch. \n\n\n(OOC: Did I mentioned I beeeeeeping hate Overwrite?)" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n \"Oh, there are plenty of things to hunt up here.\" I hope. \"You just have to know how to find them.\" Which I probably don't. \n\nRetay too takes a good look around, hoping to find some sort of shelter.\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] if Spot is appropriate. If Survival would be better, the mod's +11\n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": "Olfacht\n\n Should have just stayed in the city... he mutters underneath his own breath.\n\nWhile his exterior is calm and quiet, in his head, he continues to whine and moan about his predicament:\n\n Could have been a journeyman, could have been a master perfume maker... but NOOOOOO~~ had to go out and see the world... could have been working in an almond scented lab over a good cup of tea... but NOO~~~ just had to come out here... I hate nature, so. so. much... " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman - armored human\n\nAfter Damian speaks against his suggestion, Tanner says, \"Let me get this straight...you don't want anyone to see where we are and rescue us?\" Tanner starts laughing at the idea when Grynde chimes in. Tanner listens still smiling and says, \"Perhaps I should explain the gift of Gond to which I speak. Only one side of the wall is hot - the other is completely safe. I can shape it into a ring or into a normal wall. Either is about 20 feet high. If I made it into a small ring, it could act like a bonfire that wouldn't require any fuel except that of my faith. If I had made it bigger, it could provide us with protection should we need it. I would need to ferry us into the center, but it could work.\" \n\nHe looks at Grynde still smiling, \"I am not sure if you heard when I said that I do not require sleep. I would not allow one of you to get too close to the wall if you did sleep walk. As for needing to make water, you would be free to do so in privacy,\" Tanner makes a motion out into the wilderness. \"Plus, not everyone can see in the dark, and it would provide those with light enough to see.\" \n \"As for a cave, I would think that such a place fit to house us may be an option, but I would gather that all sorts of creatures like bears would be using it. We could easily kill such creatures which would provide us with meat, and I could help tan the hides, but I thought our goal was to get out of this situation and back to civilization and not go spelunking.\" \n\nAt that, Tanner flips his cloak which seems to move of its own accord, and he begins to rise into the air. \"If it is a cave you seek, then I shall get an aerial view.\" Tanner continues to rise into the air, and he begins to survey the area.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n Survival - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] - to help find a place where a cave might be\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian shakes his head as Tanner rises into the air, and mutters under his breath for those around to hear, waiting until Tanner is out of earshot. \"If I thought anyone was randomly passing by to rescue us, sure. But if they were, they're probably buried under tons of snow. If anything's out here, it's not likely to give us a hand.\" \n\nHe glances around at the others as Tanner surveys the area. \"I'm sure his heart's in the right place, but I don't plan on being anywhere near a wall of fire in the middle of a snowfield primed for an avalanche. We've already survived one disaster. I don't plan on relying on luck a second time.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Arrogant Jerk/Half-Elf \n\nHe watches Tanner rise into the air, a little jealously, but also with a smug grin planted upon his face.\n\n He knows little of angles, eh? Foolish human. If he goes high into the air, then an entrance to a cave will become hidden. Gah, forget it. \n I think we should resolve this. There's not an awful lot of good ground to sleep on, whether surrounded by a large flaming deathtrap or not, and I don't think it would protect us from all the elements. It would be much easier to simply find a cave and make a fire at the entrance, rather than have a massive wall around us. \n\n(OOC: I also think we should resolve this damn thing, there's been about twenty posts on the subject)" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nRetay's eyes bulge when Tanner begins to rise. Although he was used to magic, men spontaneously taking flight was something new. \"W-w-what? H-how?\" he said, craning his neck to keep watching the flying cleric.\n\nEventually, overcoming his shock, the barbarian suggests something of a compromise. \"Well, a cave would probably be better. Natural shelter. No chance of the rock losing its concentration! Your wall of fire could guard the cave entrance, and even if it should fail, it would be a defendable position. And caves don't melt.\" Yeah, like mountains don't fall on people? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The armored human, Tanner, floats upward into the air. The dramatic display of his powers amazes some and annoys others. Tiriel smirks and rolls her eyes for Katrin's benefit, the two of them sharing a private joke.\n\nUlmarek's unconventional idea of creating a snow shelter seems feasible, particularly if Tanner lends his fire controlling abilities to help melt the snow, but in the end, most of the more experienced members of the party seem suspicious of this radical idea and instead recommend simply finding good old-fashioned shelter in a cave if possible.\n\nNorgold, Damian, Retay, and the two rangers, Grynde and Adalmar, fan out across the snow. The occasional scraggly pine trees offer little in the way of promising shelter, but before the sun sets, Grynde has found an outcropping of rock that looks large enough to perhaps be useful.\n\nAlthough there is no cave per se, the group is able to dig away the snow at the base of the outcropping to create a makeshift shelter.\n\nNorgold uses Retay's axe to fell a pair of evergreens. Their trunks and branches are used to create a primitive lean-to of sorts against the rock overhang.\n\nThe shelter isn't large, but it looks like the close quarters will help conserve body heat in any case. Those with food generously share them with the others who are without.\n\nIn the hour or so before nightfall, some of the survivors quickly survey the area looking for potential game. Unfortunately, this snow-covered plain appears to be barren, without even tracks of small game.\n\nThe moon rises on the horizon, waning and no longer full. Almost immediately, Katrin drops off to sleep, seemingly even more exhausted than everyone else. Some survivors quietly meditate or pray.\n\nOlfacht mutters to himself under his breath. His nostrils flare as the musty odors of sweat, damp fur, and pine needles mingle inside the shelter. Khazrael sings a quiet tune, grooming the feathers in his hair, and seeming surprisingly cheerful considering the circumstances. Tryntha, the Rashemi woman, also maintains a positive demeanor, though one wonders whether this is just a brave front put on for everyone else's benefit.\n\n\"Who will keep watch?\", Desmona asks." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": "Olfacht\n\nWithout even acknowledging the question, he turns his face to the wall and tries to catch some sleep.\n\nSomething makes it difficult for him to relax though. He didn't notice it before in the open but somebody here actually smells kind of nice. If only he can identify who it was... meh, oh well." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances around at the primitive lean-to, crowded with the mass of survivors. A brief smirk crosses his face, almost nostalgic. A dozen-plus people crowded in a tiny living area, scraping for food and heat. Never thought I'd be back here again. \n \"Well, with this large a group, we don't need everyone to keep watch. I can take the first few hours. I'm used to little sleep.\" \n\nIn what seems almost a reflex, he pats himself down, checking the locations of various items on his body before slumping down onto the ground. He looks over to Khazrael. \"You asked us why we were out here, if memory serves. Care to answer the same question? I'm assuming those of you who weren't with the caravan were traveling together, right?\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe squabbling among the group was worrisome to the Rashemi healer. A lack of leadership could lead to ruin, but she did not feel confident enough in her understanding of foreign ways to try to step into that role. While the flaming wall idea had some merit, she silently echoed the others' words in preferring a more mundane sort of shelter. She was also suspicious of how this man of Gond was able to manifest his magics over such long periods of time, and didnt truly trust it to keep the group safe and warm throughout the evening.\n\nWhen word of an acceptable place to rest reached her, Tryntha relaxed visibly. Once the group congregated there, she cast a spell that conjures breads, cheeses, dried meats, and water enough for the whole group and then some (sustenance for 21 people for 24 hours is created).\n\n \"The food is simple and bland, but I can guarantee it will nourish you properly. Any excess will begin to decay in about a day, but I can cast another spell to keep it fresh tomorrow. If anyone has any lingering pains I have plenty of healing magics left for the day. Also, I have two spells to protect people from the elements if anyone has a need, and will prepare more in the morning.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael avoids the conjured food, preferring the half-frozen trail rations. The one detail aside, he remains amicable towards his new acquaintences.\n\n\"We're trying to keep ahead of the army that's currently swallowing the Great Dale. We gotta reach the Iron Lord before it overtakes Rashemen, I guess.\"\n\nHe looks around as he says this, trying to read anyone's reaction to his statement." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n \"Who?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"There's an army headed this way?\" The dark-clad human perks up dramatically at that word, leaning forward towards Khazrael. \"Do you know any details about it? What kind of soldiers, what their goal is? Who their opponent is?\" \n An army, huh? Little did I know there was an incipient war in this area. Could be good money involved! Maybe that tip wasn't so bad... \n \"Sorry, that was a bit rapid-fire. I'm a bit eager to find work again, after the avalanche disaster.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"They're demons and drow, and some undead, I think. My time observing them was mostly spent desperately running away or fighting for my life, so forgive me if my description is a little vague.\"\n\n Vague? Yeah right, I probably know some of them. \n\n\"There were more than I could count, and they moved fast. I had trouble outpacing an entire army, and I move fast. They're not a bulky siege machine, they're not raiders, and they're not here to occupy. They're something more like a pure, destructive force. They waste no time, and there'll nobody to stand up to them if we don't do something.\"\n\n Maybe they're coming for me, too. " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman - armored human\n\nHaving missed all the baleful glances and speech towards him, Tanner does not think anything is amiss at camp. He maintains watch until Khazrael speaks about the approaching army. Tanner turns and says, \"By Gond! An army you say? Yes, Khazrael, something must be done. Although I am not a coward, I am not sure if our band is the one that could turn back such an army - especially in our current state. Since my suggestions seem to be foolish, I shall leave it up to others to decide - but I see little we can do other than warn the Iron Lord. I am not one to abandon you, but since I have the capacity to fly - perhaps I should do so to warn Immilmar and then return with help?\" " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n \"With this big a group we can afford a double watch and still let everyone get enough sleep. If there are enough volunteers I'll join you on first watch. Else wake me in a few hours and I'll take the second.\" \n\nThat settled Norgold digs through his pack for the heavy blanket buried beneath the rest of his supplies. Rapped warmly and chewing on the last bit of dried meat from dinner he waits for the rest of the party to sort itself out. Khazrael's comment destroys the temporary peacefulness.\n\n \"What!?\" \n\nHe listens as Khazrael began outlining a more and more dire situation. I've been sitting in Taporan while a war destroyed most of the Great Dale. Helm protect us. Who could be powerful enough to hold an army of demons, drow, and undead together? On that point, to what end if all they do is destroy? Damian's response triggered a look of disgust, the whole war might fit well with Norgold's plans as well, but he wasn't callous enough to rejoice at the news. Addressing himself to Tanner,\n\n \"If you can get the news there sooner you should go, we aren't likely to starve. Our Rashemi companions can probably give you directions that you can follow from the air.\" " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\nArmy...Great Dale...heading this way...warning the Iron Lord...\n\nCormyr!\n\nDesmona kneels in front of Khazrael. \"This army you speak of...tell me, it did not cross through Cormyr, did it? What news is there of the people of Cormyr?\"\n\nDesmona trembles slightly, fearing the worst for her people.\n\nOOC: Sorry for taking so long to post again. Honestly didn't know what to do. Got put into a leadership role considering I'm a damn fighter with low Charisma. @.@" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Don't be too rash. Getting there is one thing. Convincing them is another, and you haven't seen the army. They have.\" \n\nDamian peers to the entrance of the leanto, out to the rapidly approaching cold. \"Plus, I don't doubt your confidence, but it's still a dangerous trip on your own. I think it's more important that we get them ,\" as he nods to Khazrael, Lissa, Adalmar, Tiriel, and Achkby, \"to Immilmar.\" \n\nDamian nods over towards Tiriel. \"Speaking of which, if I've got my names straight... she mentioned someone before who isn't here.\" His burrow frows as he searches his memory. \"Callos? Wasn't it? What happened to him?\" \n\n(OOC: see reference here . Damian's a careful listener.)" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Half-Elf \n An army?? Of demons and drow? The undead??? \n\nHe swears very loudly in elvish.\n\n That's...Not good. Drow...Insult to elves everywhere...... \n\nTurning to Tryntha;\n\n My leg has been aching since, well, a mountain fell on us. If you could help... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The survivors gather together to hear Khazrael and Adalmar tell of the blitzkrieg sweeping the East. Some refuse to believe the tales - a combined army of demons and drow allied with the undead sweeping through the Great Dale and Thesk in the middle of winter? It seems hard to comprehend ...\n\nDesmona desperately asks for word from the West. She is horrified to learn of the fall of Myth Drannor, which bodes ill for all of the free peoples of the West. Of Cormyr's fate specifically there is no word.\n\nKatrin and Tiriel remain tight-lipped about their exact mission, but it is clear that they believe that the Iron Lord must be warned and that the Armies of the North must be assembled, lest the entire East falls to the forces of the Baneson and Sethra, the necromancer reborn ...\n\nTanner volunteers to fly to Immilmar himself, but others warn him that travel alone, even by air, might be perilous. As if to reinforce this sentiment, a cry pierces the moonlit night - a scream from high above. After a few minutes the cry is answered by others. Nocturnal birds of prey, perhaps?" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman's eyes go wide at the description of the army and it's destructive path, and it's apparent intended path through her homeland.\n\n \"This...this is horrible. When we reach Immilmar I will do everything I can to make sure you are brought before the Iron Lord immediately.\" \n\nShe seems quite shaken at the news of this threat.\n\nWordlessly she casts a healing spell on the half-elf's leg.\n\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+7)[ 12 ] \n\n[ooc] suffice to say, tryntha likely has enough healing to heal everyone to full hit points. [/ooc]" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nBefore Tiriel can answer Damian's question, the sharp scream causes him to leap to his feat, quickly drawing two daggers in a smooth motion. \"That didn't sound pleasant.\" He quickly walks over to the edge of the evergreen trees forming the simple lean-to, and peers upwards, his eyes squinting against the darkness.\n\n Beh. Not like I can see anything in this dark... \n\nAfter a brief moment, he pulls his head back in and whispers to the others. \"Anyone with better eyes than me, I could use the help. Unless one of our spellcasters can cast a spell to let me see in the dark.\" \n Well, if I feel anything this way, we're in trouble. But might as well... \n\nWhile looking to the others, his grey eyes flare with a blue light, which fades leaving his eyes a normal blue afterwards. Peering outside, he scans the skies for the source of the noise, and his arcane sense searches for a telltale sign of a magical aura...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Detect Magic , second time (1/day remaining)\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n(OOC: beh, dice roller fudged on me. Not that it matters much.)\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n That sounds pleasant. But if I may, I don't think we're exactly equiped to fight an army with our handful of survivors and very much limited rations. Let's not kid ourselves here, we're a caravan full of travelers, not a military unit.\n\nIf you want to help, the best we can do is relay the message to the Iron Lord and have him rally his armies and allies to action rather then have us get rolled over by an unholy army. " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, lightly armored wood elf \n\nA quiet wood elf stands and draws his longbow when the shriek from above disturbs the night air and readies an arrow. He scans the night sky and tries to recognize the sound.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThis is to see what he can see see see.\n Spot - (1d20+10)[ 20 ](30) \nThis is to recognize the shriek as either a natural creature or an unnatural one. if it's natural, he also wants to know if it's dangerous.\n[rollv=Knowledge (nature)]1d20+7[/rollv]\n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: Dammit...stupid forum problems. Let's try that Knowledge (trees and such) again.\n\n Knowledge of nature - (1d20+7)[ 20 ](27) \n " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n\nHis whole body goes tense at the sudden shriek. Carefully easing his blanket off his shoulders and onto the snow, Norgold rose to a crouch within the cramped shelter. He unhooks a chain from his belt using one hand to keep the links from clanking. With nothing left to prepare he stares out past the covering evergreens into the moonlight, and waits.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot with skill mods - (1d20-1)[ 14 ] \nNot sure how big a penalty to apply, not really expecting to see anything anyways.\n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\nShe was shocked beyond her imagination. Myth Drannor, the great city of Cormyr's elven allies was gone. Razed to ruins by this massive army that had broken out of its incredible barrier.\n\nAnd if that was the fate of Myth Drannor, then her beloved Cormyr which she loved more than her own life could possibly be in danger - no, it could even already be occupied, or worse. Her father and mother...her two younger sisters...what had happened to them all?\n\nHer emotional crisis was put onto the backburner of her mind as a screeching wail pierces the silence of the night.\n\n\"Tanner, you stay put - EVERYONE GET BACK IN THE LEAN-TO!\" Desmona orders, surprising all those near her. \"I don't care that you defend yourself if need be, but unless they attack us first, we'll leave the birds to their own doing. Now, I'll take first watch with one other person, who doesn't need continuous sleep for spells. Any takers?\"" }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": "OOC: Sorry about the Double, wanted to roll for Intimidate:\n\n (1d20+3)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith Desmona's sharp cry, Damian turns and glares at her, his now-blue eyes narrowed in anger. He quickly, but silently, walks over to her, his gaze forceful, and his voice stern, but quiet. \"Keep your voice down! If there is anything out there, you're just going to make it worse. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't let anyone wander around out there, but I am not going to sit here and hope it was just a harmless bird.\" \n \"And do not give me orders like that. If you want to give me orders, hire me . But right now I'll follow you out of respect , not authority. And get your emotions in check. You don't know what's happened to your loved ones. Worrying about them will just get you killed. Assume the best for now. Find out later.\" \n\nDamian glances around at the others. \"Like I said. If anyone has a spell to let me see in the dark, I'd appreciate it.\" With that, he shakes his head slightly and walks back to the edge of the lean-to, peering out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Intimidate - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] (turnabout's fair play, Desmona)\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nThe barbarian eats the magically-created food without question. No need to waste food. \n\nRetay listens to the story without much interest, having never heard of the places mentioned. At the screech from above, however, he leaps to his feet, greataxe in his hands.\n\nUncharacteristically, he gives an order. \"Quiet, both of you!\" he whispers at Desmona and Damian, even though the latter was quiet. \"If there's something out there, don't let it know we're here. And yes, it obviously knows we're here thanks to your yelling, but it might not yet know we're here here.\" \n\nRetay stands tensely, staring into the dark sky, his hands gripping his greataxe, his teeth clenched in an almost animal snarl. At this moment, his barbarian origin is obvious.\n\n \"I'll join you on watch.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCan't seem to get the board diceroller to work, so I'll just post some mods in case they're needed.\nIntimidate a measely +2, although Retay's not really trying to intimidate them, just to get them to shut up\nSpot +3 to see any threats\nListen +4 to hear any threats\nKnowledge (nature) +5 to identify the creature if applicable\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe piercing screech sets him to crouching low. His eyes turn skyward and his hands splay out in preparation for spellcasting." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Tanner Gondsman\n\nAs he is about to reply to the 'vote' on whether he should stay or go to Immilmar, the shriek pierces the air. It takes conscious effort to not open his fire hand to prepare to throw a ball of fire, but he manages to not do so. He knows that the flame would illuminate them and reveal their position, so Tanner chooses not to do so. \"Looks like our food problems may be solved...\" Tanner begins to say.\n\nThen, the fighting breaks out. Not against an outward foe, but against the worst kind...ego. Already not in good standing with the others, Tanner stays out of the Alpha selection process thinking to himself, I don't even think the army needs to worry about us, we'll likely kill each other for them . Tanner then scans the sky with his darkvision.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin wakes up blearily at the bird screeching overhead. \"What's going on?\" She takes a minute to figure out the situations and listen in on people's conversations, then gets up from her bedroll, her hand on her sword hilt. \"I can see well in the dark, let me take a look.\" \n \n Spoiler \nKatrin has low-light vision.\n Spot Check (1d20+12=18) \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Even those with mere human vision are able to make out the dark forms circling overhead in the moonlight.\n\nSome of you with keener eyes are able to recognize the birds as large carrion crows. They keep their distance but appear to be patiently waiting, as though they know something that the rest of you don't ...\n\nThere is a faint groaning or creaking noise audible in the distance. The birds continue to caw overhead, but this new noise seems to be coming from underneath the ground ..." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe has been mostly friendly with the newcomers, offering his name and his origin - the Great Dale - when asked. At the same time, he seems a little defensive - perhaps that has to do with tiredness ? His slightly bloodshot eyes and uneven beard attest that he has seen better days.\n\nWhen the noise gets closer, he wearily prepares to fight if needed, his thoughts plain on his face : What is it going to be this time ? " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"They're circling. Waiting for something...\" The grumbling from below causes Damian's eyes to open wide. He rapidly starts scanning the area for a hiding place, and turns quickly to the others. \"Get up! Something's coming!\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe rumbling calls to mind images of burrowing umber hulks and other creatures of the Underdark, and Khazrael's mind works rapidly to get to safety. He casts his glance to the outcropping the group camps around and mutters a few odd-sounding words. He hunches forward and his knees bow out, his body changing to accomodate the spell he weaves. He scrambles up the snowy rocks and perches atop them.\n\n((OOC: Casting an extended spider climb and climbing to the top of the rocks))" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nThe barbarian knows what circling birds means, but seems relatively unfazed. He shifts his gaze downward, looking for the source of the groaning.\n\nWithout a word, Retay places his greataxe on the ground - the handle leaning against his leg for easy retrieval - then reaches behind his back to the pack he still hasn't taken off and takes out a shortbow and quiver. It seems slightly odd how quickly he finds them, without any rummaging.\n\nHe silently readies the bow, staring out into the darkness.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAs much for my own reference as anyone else's . . .\nIf Retay sees anything living (or undead or a construct for that matter), and it's within good shooting range, he'll fire. He'll continue to shoot it until it gets within 40 feet or so; then he'll drop his bow, grab his greataxe, and close for melee (charging if possible).\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Bond. James Bond. ...I mean Grynde. \n\nLooking out into the sky, he sees the birds circling.\nSwearing in Elvish, he draws one of his shortswords.\n\n Quickly!! Something is definitely wrong. Anyone who can, make some fire. Anyone with a bow, ready it. Draw your weapons!! I have a very bad feeling... \n If there's nothing at all wrong, I'm going to look like a real fool. \n\nDrawing his other shortsword, he gets into a fighting stance, legs well apart, tense, ready to throw himself in any direction, and to slash at any danger with his swords." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n Perfect, just as were about to get into a fight someone has challenge authority. Between the rumbling and the circling crows stealth was starting to seem irrelevant. Standing Norgold positioned himself in front of the shelter, chain hanging ready in one hand. His other hand went to his belt pouch and rested on one of the remaining potions within, in case it would be needed.\n\n Can anyone light this place up a bit? It obviously knows where we are already. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n \"If you insist.\" Without moving his eyes, Retay eases the arrow out of his bow in order to reach into his pack and somehow pull out a torch, already burning. The lean-to is flooded with light. \"I like to be prepared,\" he mutters, barely audible above the strange creaking. He tucks the torch into his belt, so he can use his bow again. The flame continues to burn happily." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n Bows. Right. Good idea. Get ahold of yourself, Damian. \n\nSlipping his daggers back into his belt, he draws his crossbow, and loads a bolt in. Glancing around the area around the leanto, he focuses on a concealed area near the downed tree, and quietly slips out of sight, scanning the horizon for movement.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+13)[ 25 ] (assuming he can find a spot to hide)\n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe moon elf shifts his attention instantly to the groaning, nocking two arrows in his bow. In a calm and clear, yet commanding, voice he says\n\n There's no reason to immediately assume this is an enemy. We should determine exactly what's going on before we jump to conclusions. \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+10)[ 20 ](30) \nLooking for anything strange on the ground, and scanning for movement\n " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n\nWithout turning around or relaxing his stance Norgold lets out a tense laugh.\n\n \"Ha... Anything with a long enough history of violence to have carrion birds herald its arrival is bad news for us.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Edgy Elf-Supremist. \n Of course it's bad, what do they think? Can't they hear the rumbling? Bloody half-breed, more human than elf... \n Anyone who is not particularly adept at fighting should get further to the back of the lean-to. I think fire is a very good idea here. \n\nCompletely tense, he bites his lower lip.\n\n Something just isn't right... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nOn the edge of the firelight, Khazrael takes on a new look. His sharp, perfect teeth seem overlong and jagged, the saliva making them catch the flickering luminescence. He looks to Norgold and grins at his comment.\n\nThe young man's eyes are black, save for a small highlight--the thin layer of moisture reflects the light of the campfire back--and he speaks. His breath floats past his curled lips as a thin white vapor and rises into the night air.\n\n\"The birds will be surprised to find that tonight, they feast upon their provider.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin dashes back to her pack and retrieves her everburning torch and crossbow. She tosses the torch towards the group of people at the front of the outcropping, knowing it will do no harm, loads her crossbow, and moves back towards the front. Those things are huge... and I'm not sure I like what that says about whatever they intend to feed on. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel glances at Katrine before she ducks outside the lean-to. The rumbling in the ground worries her more than the crows, however large they may be.\n\nDrawing her sword, Tiriel moves to a relativity open area near the shelter prepares for the worse.\n Though what could be worse than undead, drow, vampires, and fish-monsters, I have no idea. \n\n(ooc: the site hosting my character sheets is down right now, hopefully it'll come back soon as my paper copies are old and packed away...)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian wakes the sleeping survivors while Tiriel, Katrin, Faluil, Norgold, and Retay fan out in front of the shelter, weapons at the ready. Both Katrin and Retay have everburning torches that illuminate the area immediately in front of the rock outcropping.\n\nGrynde, Damian, Desmona, and Adalmar form a second defensive line, half-in and half-outside the lean-to, their backs to the solid stone.\n\nBetween the torches, the moonlight, and the reflective snow cover, there appears to be a clear line of sight in 180 degrees in front of the protective boulders. The scraping, grinding noise gets louder - it is definitely getting closer - but what is creating it?\n\n...\n\nKhazrael clambers up the sheer rock face until he is perched at the top of the outcropping, about 20 feet above. Illuminated from below, the gangly feather-headed human looks something like a monster himself ... a gargoyle perhaps.\n\nCocking his head, he gazes outward from his vantage point, looking for the source of the rumbling. At first he sees nothing ... then he notes a rippling in the distance. The icy crust is being distorted by something moving underneath its surface. The wake creates a beeline directly towards the shelter's position. Whatever is creating it is large and moving quickly ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"It's burrowed underground, moving right for us! Get out of the way or get ready to get hit!\"\n\nHe points in its general direction and clings to the rock tightly." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, half-elf \n\nUpon hearing Khazrael's cry, his eyebrows crease in worry.\n\n Burrowing? Underground? \n BURROWING!!! UNDERGROUND!! Crap!!! \n\nSuddenly at a complete loss as to what to do, he stands, still tense, but shaking with nerves." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin, too, is somewhat shaken by Khazrael's announcement. Although she had heard of a creature that could burrow like this before, she had never seen one or experienced its attack. If what she had heard was correct, even accounting for the exaggeration that usually comes with tall tales, this creature could easily snap her in half. She quickly stows her crossbow in her pack and scans the rock outcropping for handholds and footholds she can use to pull herself up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(OOC: If is likely Katrin will fall by climbing quickly (accelerated climbing, Climb modifier reduced to +5) then she will move well out of the way to the side instead and retrieve her crossbow from her Handy Haversack.\n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nPushing down the lump in her throat, she overcomes her fear enough to know that she will likely be in the way of the fighting. Taking a few steps back but staying close enough for her spell to effect as many of the group as possible, Tryntha begins a spell, asking for the land of her home to bless these people with it's protection and to help them overcome these obstacles so they can deliver their dire message to the Iron Lord.\n\nTryntha casts Bless .\n \n Spoiler \n\nEach ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n \n\n\nGiving thanks for the enchantment, she moves further back and begins looking on the ground for small stones until she has three she considers acceptable.\n\nCupping the stones in her hand, she again prays for these stones to fly straight and true in striking down any who would threaten those who wish no harm to Rashemi.\n\nTryntha casts Magic Stone ." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Katrin recalls the bulettes she had seen harnessed to wagons in the Underdark when she, Tiriel, and Si'rene had first left Velprintalar on their journey under the Sea of Fallen Stars. She feels a pang of sadness, remembering the loss of her gray elf friend. She also remembers that Lumpy was a part of that caravan. The hardy half-orc must have finally run out of his nine lives, and presumably now lies buried under tons of snow back at the Running Rocks.\n\nShe has no time for more than a second or two of introspection, however, for in a matter of moments, the monster has arrived ...\n\nKhazrael's warning causes quite a stir. Some survivors snarl and grip their weapons with additional intensity. Others abandon their weapons and start to try futilely to climb up the icy, sheer rock face with their bare hands. (Katrin quickly realizes that she doesn't have enough time to climb, and instead she retrieves her crossbow and moves off to one side.) A few simply stand still, too surprised or terrified to move ...\n\nThe monster breaches the surface of the snow about 30 feet from the shelter. It is a giant white worm with a pair of fearsome mandibles. The creature is as thick as a massive tree trunk and probably 40 or 50 feet long.\n\nOn its first pass, it severs an unlucky member of the caravan in half completely. (Norgold recognizes him as the man who helped untangle him from the crumpled wagon ...) Steaming dark blood sprays across the white snow, as the two halves of the unfortunate man's body tumble to the ground ...\n\nPanicking, survivors scatter in all directions across the icy ground ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: You can make your own attacks if you wish (preferably using the GitP roller). The monster is huge and has AC 18 (touch 8). " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nHidden off to the side of the leanto, Damian waits until the worm closes within 30', and then fires his crossbow at the mind-numbingly huge beast, hopefully placing his shot well. Let this shot strike true... if my guess is right, white creature, snow environment, I'm gonna guess he's well adapted to the cold. \n\nHis thoughts drift down to the chain of holy symbols on his belt. They were never more than tokens before, simply conduits to aid the magical powers he could take from others. Their crude construction testified to that fact. He never gave much thought to the gods, or religion. He had always made his own way.\n\nThe corpse lying a stone's throw from him made him question the wisdom of that approach. Just for a moment.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] (+1 from the Bless )\nAssuming it hits, and assuming I'm hidden, sacrifice 1d6 sneak attack to take resistance to cold (worm loses nothing, as he's immune, and I gain cold resistance 10 for 1 minute)\n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 4 ] \n Sneak - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\n(OOC: crud. Great time to roll a two . Well, never mind all that, then!)\n \n\n\nDamian swears as the shot flies well wide. That's what I get for lamenting my lack of faith. His cover at this spot well blown, he drops his crossbow and moves from this position, circling to the side of the giant worm, staying about fifteen feet away. Hopefully, one of the others will move in on the other side to distract the worm. In a moment, more direct action might be necessary. The two daggers that slip into his hands gleam with anticipation.\n\nOOC summary:\n \n Spoiler \nShoot, miss, yay. Drop crossbow, move to within 15' of a flanking position, hopefully. Draw daggers.\n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe moon elf's bow twangs as he looses the two arrows that he had nocked. Without stopping to see if they hit, he turns and yells at his horse to get away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacks\n Manyshot 1 - (1d20+5)[ 19 ](24) \n Manyshot 2 - (1d20+5)[ 10 ](15) \n\nDamage\n Shot 1 - (1d8+1)[ 3 ](4) +4 (favored enemy, sorry) Total = 8\n Shot 2 - (1d8+1)[ 3 ](4) +4 Total = 8\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe gentle tinkling of silver on silver surrounds Khazrael as his hands weave in an intricate dance. A single word sparks the energy within and a blue-white bolt of lightning streaks from his hands toward the worm.\n\nHe pants as the bolt streaks away. His hands shake and his vision starts to lose focus.\n\n Already? \n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: Initiative Check 1d20+1=18 \n\nReflex DC 16 for lightning bolt.\n 6d6=22 \n\nKnowledge (Arcana) roll:\n 1d20+2=6 \n\nI will try to take cover behind the rock face or stay out of sight as best I can))\n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": "\"Holy-\" Desmona draws her spiked chain and runs along the side of the huge worm, thrusting it at the beast's flank from a distance.\n\n\"Everyone, scatter and hit it from all sides!\" Desmona shouts out, her chain whirling in her grasp.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDesmona will keep her distance from the worm using the full reach of her spiked chain. Next turn if it's within ranged she'll use her flurry of strikes ability (Three attacks at +10/+10/+5) to hit it harder.\n\nRolling attack: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \nDamage from attack if it succeeds: (2d4+3)[ 2 ][ 2 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel feels the bottom of her stomach drop out from under her as she watches the white worm rise from the snow. It really wasn't all that long ago that she, Katrine, Si'rene, Trinark, and the lizard-man druid had almost been killed by a similar monster.\n\n Well, at least this one's only got one head , she thinks to herself as she starts preparing for a long, hard, fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTiriel casts Aid on herself, assuming that she is not w/in reach of the worm.\nnew HP = 45 + (1d8+4)[ 9 ] \nAC = 20\n+2 morale bonus on attack rolls (+1 from bless, +1 from aid)\n+2 to saves vs fear effects (+1 from bless, +1 from aid)\n " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n He was so quite before the avalanche. I didn't even know his name. Norgold watches as his one time savior is killed instantly. Then the plight of the rest of the group takes over. Glancing over his shoulder at those huddled in the cave he pulls a potion from his belt pouch and downs it in a single swallow. Loosing a battle cry the normally slight Norgold grows a good four feet taller. His muscles bulge and the snow sags taking on his increased weight. Taking two steps forward he once again plants himself in front of the shelter as if challenging to beast to try and pass.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPotion of enlarge person +2 str -2 dex -1 atk -1 AC +1 size category. Moved to within 20ft so that it is within reach. If it makes another move toward the cave Norgold will use his aoo for a trip attempt, if tripping has any meaning for a worm, else just a normal attack.\n\nnot sure if this is right but rolling in advance to speed things up\n attack roll - (1d20+15)[ 17 ] \n trip strength check - (1d20+12)[ 24 ] \nor\n damage - (2d6+6)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nEeep!\n\nI forgot my initiative too.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 13 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nEdits because of stupidity (note that previous post is updated too):\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nEdits from previous post: I forgot to say Damian drops the crossbow, and pulls out his two daggers (hence the 'direct action next time'). And that 30'? Should be 15'. Sorry, still remembering the way Damian works (and remembering the way Tumble works).\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human worm food \n\nEntirely forgetting his bow, Retay stares at the creature rising out of the snow before him. ...Not quite the sort of adventure I was planning for. \n\nHe averts his eyes as one of their members is sliced cleanly in half. Gods that thing is quick! Oh, gods, I don't stand a chance... \n\nHe looses his arrow futilely and swaps to his greataxe, preparing for a hard battle. The message echoes around his head: You don't stand a chance... You're useless, absolutely useless... \n \n Spoiler \nHope this works...\n \"Initiative\" - (1d20+2)[ 16 ](18) \n \"Shortbow attack\" - (1d20+9)[ 6 ](15) EDIT: +1 from Bless \n \"Damage\" - (1d6+2)[ 4 ](6) \nHmm. I can get the diceroller to work now, but a 16 ain't so useful...\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, scared little elf \n\nDumbstruck at the size of the worm, he practically drops his swords, but forces himself back to reality. Readying himself, one sword hanging loosely at his side, the other held horizontally at chest height.\nDaringly, he launches himself forward and past the worm, slashing at it with both swords.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Initiative\" - (1d20+2)[ 14 ](16) \nAttack...Er...I get three...\n \"Attack 1\" - (1d20+9)[ 17 ](26) \n \"Attack 2\" - (1d20+4)[ 15 ](19) \n \"Attack 3\" - (1d20+9)[ 5 ](14) \nCritical Check here \n\n\nI Do Not Like This Dice Roller. 😡\nDamage...\n \"Attack 1\" - (1d6+2)[ 4 ](6) (Critical hit, so, x2.)\n \"Attack 2\" - (1d6+1)[ 6 ](7) \n \"Attack 3\" - (1d6+2)[ 4 ](6) \n\nHe charges forward and past worm, slashing at it on the way, and then runs to the opposite side of the area as to where he started from. And if he actually worshipped a god he'd be praying right now.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel places a hand over her heart, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she fixes her eyes on the giant worm and draws her longsword, which bursts into flame ...\n\nDamian, Faluil, and Retay pepper the enormous worm with arrows and crossbow bolts to little effect. Despite its size, the worm writhes and whips around surprisingly quickly, making it hard to draw a bead on it. Damian and Retay drop their ranged weapons and ready a pair of daggers and a greataxe respectively.\n\nDancing just out of range of the worm's snapping mandibles, Desmona whirls a spiked chain, trying to hold the worm at bay.\n\nGrynde, seeing an opening, dashes in and his keen shortsword opens up a long gash in the worm's belly. Before he can escape, however, the worm twists and manages to gore the half-elf. Grynde's studded leather tears like tissue paper. The split second of contact chills Grynde to the bone, even as blood begins to pour down his side.\n\nDowning a potion, Norgold doubles in size. His spiked chain also grows proportionally, and the now-massive chain howls as he spins it overhead. Norgold attempts to tangle the worm in its steel links, but the worm twists away, almost pulling the chain out of his hands.\n\n CCRRAAAACKK!!!! Khazrael blasts the worm with a lightning bolt from up above. The monster rears back in pain, screeching in agony. The unnatural cry echoes into the night, freezing many of the scattering survivors in their tracks ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel buffs. Retay misses. Damian misses. Faluil misses with one arrow and hits with a second for 8 points. Desmona hits for 7 points. Grynde crits for 12 points. The worm hits Grynde with an AoO (hitting AC 28) for 27 points. Norgold grows and attempts to trip the worm. Khazrael hits with a lightning bolt for 22 points.\n\nThe worm trills ... Everyone needs to make a DC 17 Will save to avoid being stunned for 1d4 rounds ... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe high-pitched trill from the worm screams in Damian's ears as he's crouched near the worm. Maybe... I... should've... stayed... hidden... \n \n Spoiler \n Will - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\n(OOC: Whew! OK, I'll live with the 2 on the first attack for that roll right about now.)\n\nAs the trill continues, Damian shakes his head as the grating sound pulses through his eardrums. The momentary loss of focus in his eyes subsides, and his eyes flick to the others in the party. What was that for? And what did it do? " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe cleric almost lost her concentration on her second spell as the giant wurm burst through the snow and ice, but she bent her will towards harnessing the magic and her stones began to glow with a small nimbus of light. Looking up at the giant wurm, she considered whether her small missles would even scratch it, but she was confident the magic imbued in them would prove potent enough.\n\n Will Save - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \n\nThe noise coming from the beast threatened to overwhelm her, but her duty to her homeland was stronger, and she fought through the mental anguish.\n\nBacking up, she looked for a section of the wurm that was not too close to one of her companions and let fly with one of her magical stone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolls in OOC Post\nAttack Roll = 20 (-4 if considered throwing into melee, -1 additional if she can get more than 20 feet away from it, but not more than 40 feet)\nDamage Roll = 6\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is surprised by the great worm's attack, having expected something slightly less enormous. She had heard of bulettes, armored shark-like creatures that swim through earth as if it was water, and she had seen them in the Underdark, used as beasts of burden. However, this creature was completely new to her. Probably, she thought, because I've never been this far north. \nWhen the worm trills, she manages to block out the painful noise, shake herself out of her thoughts, and hit the monster with a bolt from her crossbow. Automatically, she reloads.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative (1d20+3=4) \n Will Save (1d20+3=19) \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=25) \n Damage (1d8=3) \n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nThis entire time, Olfacht has been searching for cover and backing away from any imminent danger that might befall him. But after several minutes, he finally musters up some courage and casts Heroism on the closest warrior he can get to, before expending what remains of his courage and running back behind the frontlines.\n\nOOC: I'm not sure who would be the closest fighter to me, but whoever that may be, that will be the one to get the heroism spell. I don't know... maybe just roll a random die for me and see who I get?\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Will Save: 1d20+3 = 17 +3 = 20 \n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": "Desmona grits her teeth, trying to resist the creature's shrill cry. She focuses her reflexes on the worm as well, ready to dodge its attack at any moment.\n\n\"Every...one...fight...to...survive...\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 14 ] =Will Save\n\n (1d20+10)[ 26 ] =Attack 1\n (2d4+3)[ 7 ] =Damage for attack 1\n (1d20+10)[ 20 ] =Attack 2\n (2d4+3)[ 5 ] =Damage for Attack 2\n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] =Attack 3\n (2d4+3)[ 9 ] =Damage for Attack 3\n\nDeclaring Dodge on Worm\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Tanner\n\nOnce word of light needed, Tanner opens his hand, illuminating the area with his flame. When the rumbling starts and the revelation that the enemy comes from below, not above, Tanner takes flight - rising into the air so not to produce a target. He then looks for an opening to rain down fire to the enemy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n init - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n flame - (1d20+8)[ 19 ] - Ranged Touch Attack\n damage - (1d6+5)[ 8 ] - I think you may have to double this since it is fire.\n\nooc: with the immense size of the creature, I don't think Tanner has to -4 to hit if he is firing into melee, but he will if needed.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe ear-splitting cry is too much for Khazrael, and he pulls himself close to the rock, trying to escape the noise.\n\n((OOC: will vs worm (1d20+5=12) \n stun time from worm (1d4=4) \n\nStunned for 4 rounds...))" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": "Faluil falls to his knees and covers his ears, trying with all his might to ignore the demonic shriek of the worm, but failing miserably.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Will Save vs. Worm - (1d20+6)[ 8 ](14) \n Stun time if stunned - (1d4)[ 4 ](4) \n\nWaaaah! Stunned for 4 rounds as well!\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis initial shots struck true, but the vibrations of the beast's scream run through his body. It seems like his bones are about to break... Limp fingers let his precious bow fall on the ground, while he tries to make his limbs work again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1st round : move action and Manyshot (1 attack roll for the 2 arrows) :\n (1d20+7)[ 26 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 7 ] (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\nTotal damage = 20 + 4 (Favored Enemy damage, which I forgot) = 24 \n Will - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n\nAt least I hurt it before getting stunned...\n\n stunned (1d4=4) Ouch me too. 😦\n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": "Desmona's efforts to resist the creature's shrill cry were in vain, as she drops to her knees, whimpering and clamping her hands over her ears, trying to block it out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling Rounds of stunned: (1d4)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n\nNorgold fights the urge to drop everything and curl into a ball as the shriek batters at his ears.\n\n \n Spoiler \n will save vs worm - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \nwill post actions for the round in a few hours if the save is succesful.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThe worm's ear-splitting cry makes Tiriel cringe. It takes all of her concentration just to remain standing...\n[hr] DC 17 will save: (1d20+3=16) \n stunned for: (1d4=2) rounds after the worm finishes trilling\n\n HP = 45 +[9] = 54 \nAC = 20\n+2 morale bonus on attack rolls (+1 from bless, +1 from aid)\n+2 to saves vs fear effects (+1 from bless, +1 from aid) " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, rather slightly put-out Half-Elf \n\nGasping for breath, he staggers away from the thing, sheathing a sword. When it begins to trill, he tries to cover his ears and shut out the sound, but to no avail.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Yay me, I got Wounded!\n will save - (1d20+2)[ 7 ](9) (Gah. Thing is actually +4. 11. still failed. 😡 )\n If that fails then stunned for - (1d4+0)[ 3 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The screeching cry freezes many of you in your tracks. Faluil, Khazrael, Desmona, and Tiriel all reel backward as they cover their ears, trying to clear their heads. Grynde, bleeding profusely, collapses as he tries to crawl away from the worm.\n\nAdalmar looses a pair of arrows that bury themselves completely in the beast's flesh, but then the ranger too drops to his knees, overcome by the worm's trill.\n\nOlfacht's eyes fall on Norgold, now a giant, and the thin man scrambles over and places a hand on the fighter's calf, imbuing him with heroism. Perhaps Olfacht was too late, however, for even the giant man falls victim to the worm's stunning cry. His enormous spiked chain drops harmlessly to the snow.\n\nThose who were able to resist the trill do their best to bring down the monster. Katrin shoots the worm, and Tryntha hurls a small stone at the beast as well. It is hard to say if either has much effect. Damian observes the situation carefully, eyes narrowing as he considers various tactical actions ...\n\nTanner soars up into the air, his cape billowing around him. Fire appears in his hand, and the warrior throws it down onto the worm, blackening its hide and causing it to writhe even more violently in pain.\n\nThis proves to be a mistake, however, as the flying man now has the worm's attention. The monster uncoils to its full length and sprays Tanner with a cone of frost. The icy blast knocks Tanner out of the air. He lands with a muffled whump! and lies still. It is not clear if he is alive or dead ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Olfacht casts heroism on Norgold. Tryntha hits for 6. Katrin hits for 3. Adalmar hits for a total of 24 damage. Adalmar, Faluil, Khazrael, Desmona, Norgold, Tiriel, and Grynde are all stunned. Tanner hits for 12 points of fire damage.\n\nThe worm hits Tanner for 60 points. Reflex DC 22 for half damage. The worm has taken a total of 94 points of damage so far. " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n \"umm... sir? please get up. I'm feeling rather vulnerable right now without my body shield. \" Olfacht says nervously to Norgold. Watching the now stunned giant at his feet, Olfacht's survival (read: cowardly) instincts kick in once again, and he mutters to himself, \" screw this, I'm not gonna die by the jaws of some stupid worm.\" \n\nHe casts invisibility on himself and starts to make his way towards Tanner to see if he is still alive.\n\nOOC: cast invisibilty on self and then I'm going to move in Tanner's direction." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n Damn, damn, damn. There goes half the group... this is one of those times I really wish I was a mage. I wish I had some way to burn this thing, Tanner's attack really got its attention. I'm never leaving a city without oil and tindertwigs again. \nKatrin aims carefully and looses her bolt, which buries itself in the worm's thick body up to the fletching.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=28) \n Critical Confirm (1d20+8=20) \n Critical Hit Damage (2d8=13) \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe rashemi cleric watches in horror as many fall victim to the terrible cry of the wurm. She had hoped the gigantic warrior would fell the beast with his mighty weapon, but he too was down.\n\nMaking up her mind quickly, she moved near to the giant man and quietly incanted a spell that would bring forth his mental resistances in an attempt to assay the assault upon his psyche.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTryntha casts Resurgance on Norgold\n\n The touched creature receives a new saving throw against one ongoing spell, spell-like ability, or supernatural ability affecting him/her. If the subject has more than one ongoing effect, the caster chooses which one the save applies to. \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n Unbelievable! Everyone in front is trapped by that thing! \n\nDamian watches calmly as Tryntha aids Norgold, and he silently hopes the magical aid will free the now-giant warrior. Once Tryntha finishes casting the spell, he pulls himself together, and rolls on the ground, dodging the flailing worm, finishing with a sideways stab into the heart of the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDamian's delaying action until Tryntha's spell finishes, which hopefully will free Norgold to actually threaten the worm. God, I hope. Note that if anyone else in the front line is actually moving and distracting the worm, he'd tumble there if he could.\n\nTumble to avoid AoO: Tumble - (1d20+13)[ 24 ] (DC 15)\nAttack: Attack - (1d20+10)[ 16 ] (+2 if he's flanking, which I desperately hope - so 18 total)\nDamage: Damage - (1d4)[ 1 ] plus Sneak - (1d6)[ 3 ] (sacrifice 1d6 to attempt to take cold resistance)\n \n\n\nSeeing Tanner fall out of the sky, but seeing him move out of the corner of his eye, an idea springs to mind. The beast writhed from that little ball of fire. Writhed .\n\n \"Everybody who can move, get the stunned ones back away from the worm! Tanner, that big wall of fire you were talking about before. When we're clear!\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner 12/42\n\nTanner sets his teeth against the blast of the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Save - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \n \n\n\nEdit: Didn't know if Tanner would be alive or dead.\n\nIC:\n\nLying in the snow, he considers his options. He knows that another such blast would surely kill him, so he seeks to help the others by praying to Gond.\n\nooc: cast prayer .\n\n Prayer \nYou bring special favor upon yourself and your allies while bringing disfavor to your enemies. You and your each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a –1 penalty on such rolls." }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n\nStill stuck in a personal hell as the worms cry echoed inside his skull Norgold heard a soft voice somehow carrying over the tumult. Using it as a lifeline he once again tried to clear his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n another will save - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \nHeroism and prayer are in the bonus, are there any other spells up that I missed?\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human worm food \n You don't stand a chance... You're useless, absolutely useless... They're all going to die... Their blood is on your hands, Retay... \n\nSweating, Retay gripped his greataxe, almost hugging it. No, he told the memories. No! \n\nThe next moment, an incredible screeching pierced his ears.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Will save\" - (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) Woohoo! I JUST made it!\n \n\n\nRetay staggered, but he still stood. And now, he was angry. \n \"No!\" he shouted. \"I won't give in! Not like that!\" With fire burning in his eyes, he lifted his axe and charged.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRage (for 7 rounds; +4 str, +4 con (giving +14 hp), +2 on will saves, -2 AC) and charge the worm (1 round, +2 attack, -2 AC), for all the good it'll do . . .\n \"Attack\" - (1d20+13)[ 3 ](16) (including Bless and charging) EDIT: I forgot - the +4 str from raging gives me +2 attack, which means I hit! 😁\n \"Damage\" - (1d12+7)[ 3 ](10) (including rage)\nAC reduced to 12 until my next turn, when it becomes 14 - not that it matters against a frost worm. 🫤\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Grimly, Katrin reloads and fires, burying a bolt deeply. She smirks with satisfaction as she reloads again.\n\nWhile Grynde scrambles away from the worm, covering his ears, Damian and Retay charge forward. Damian easily dodges the worm's bite as he closes in, but Retay is not quite quick enough and gets caught in the worm's mandibles. Howling in rage, the berserker slams his battleaxe down on the worm's head, which frees him from its jaws. The berserker ignores the deep gashes across his torso as he screams at the monster. The worm rears back, eyeing the berserker curiously. It then dives forward, clamping its jaws down on him once again.\n\nWhile the worm focuses his attention on the berserker, Damian takes the opportunity to slip his blade into the worm. He draws blood, but more importantly, he immediately feels warmer as he siphons off some of the creature's ability to ignore the cold.\n\nTryntha calls to Norgold, trying to rouse him from his stupor. Still holding one end of his limp chain whip, Norgold struggles to focus ...\n\nOlfacht decides to make himself less of a target. With a whisper, he vanishes from sight. A trail of footprints appears in the snow, heading towards Tanner's body. As Olfacht closes in he sees that Tanner is alive. The warrior's lips move as he prays to Gond ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Katrin hits for 13. Damian hits for 4 and steals cold resistance. The frost worm hits Retay with an AoO for 22. Retay hits for 10. The worm attacks Retay for 25. Tryntha casts resurgence. Norgold fails to save. Olfacht casts invisibility. Tanner casts prayer. " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\n\" Good, he's alive \" Olfacht thinks to himself. He creeps up to Tanner and whispers: \" Hey, psst, buddy, you okay ?\"\n\nOOC: walking up to Tanner and holding action. I'm still deliberating whether or not to cast blur is worth it." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 12/42\n\n \"Aye, barely. You had best get away if you can; if that thing breathes at me again, we both will become meatsicles. I am going to grab anyone who has been subdued by the wyrm's cry.\" \n\nTanner steels himself and then takes wing - grabbing Norgold. He turns to Tryntha and says, \"We need to get him to safety.\" Tanner then will drag Norgold away with his 'good hand' as he flies him out of harms way - especially from another frost breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTanner will double move this round. Since there is no map, he will want to avoid getting close to the worm if he can help it, but he wants to get Norgold and Tryntha (as well as Olfact) out of harms way - perhaps behind the lean-to or inside it if it will protect them.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin shoots again. The previous shot had given her some confidence, but she still felt useless against the huge beast. Her spirit drops lower when her next bolt barely pierces the hide of the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack Roll (1d20+8=20) \n Damage (1d8=2) \nEDIT: Gah, I keep forgetting I have Dodge. Declare Dodge on frost worm... might as well, even though I'm not in melee, my AC isn't that high.\n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\n\"Ugh...\" Desmona pries her hands away from her skull, the ringing in her head subsided now. That was one of the worse things she had heard in her travels, and hoped that it would be the last time she heard it.\n\nStanding up, she faced the frost worm, currently digging its jaws into the barbarian - Retay, she remembered. Holding her spiked chain loosely, she started to swing it, slowly at first, but then in an instant it became a wild spinning mesh of metal links and spikes that lashed out at the hide of the winter serpent.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFlurry of Strikes\nAttack 1: (1d20+10)[ 14 ] \nDamage 1: (2d4+3)[ 9 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \nDamage 2: (2d4+3)[ 8 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nDamage 3: (2d4+3)[ 5 ] \n\nDeclaring Dodge on Frost Worm\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, doomed human \n\nRetay ignores the blood pouring from his body - in his battlelust, he does not even notice his wounds. He continues to howl and slash away at the worm, seemingly unaware the monster will surely kill him in just moments.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNext round . . .\nFull attack:\n \"Attack 1\" - (1d20+13)[ 9 ](22) \n \"Damage\" - (1d12+7)[ 9 ](16) \n \"Attack 2\" - (1d20+8)[ 18 ](26) \n \"Damage\" - (1d12+7)[ 7 ](14) \nThat went slightly better.\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nA cruel smile crossing his lips as the dagger slips into the worm, Damian's eyelids flutter as a surge of energy runs through him. His grey eyes seem almost to frost over with an edging of white, and he glances around at Desmona and Retay.\n\n \"Desmona! Retay! Withdraw! Back off! Let Tanner cast the wall of fire between it and us! Back off! Get him and her out of here, too!\" He quickly points at Tiriel and Grynde, and then immediately backs away from the worm, carefully at first, and then quickly moving back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThanks to Tanner's prayer , I can't miss this check. Woo!\n Tumble - (1d20+14)[ 25 ] \nAfter tumbling out of the worm's threatened area, Damian pulls back another 30', continuing to indicate to the others to back away. And looking at Tanner, hoping that he wasn't lying about the giant flaming wall he could conjure.\n \n\n \"And do any of you Rashemi types know what the heck this thing is? \" " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nUpon Tanner's signal, Olfacht begins to sprint as fast as he can away from the worm and towards safety.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOlfacht is going to double move and just move away from the worm along with the group. seeing as he's still invisible, he's probably going to have to move by foot.\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by barawn \n Damian \n \"And do any of you Rashemi types know what the heck this thing is? \" \n \n\nAlthough he wasn't a true Rashemi, Tanner searches his memory for any stories of such a beast as he flies to safety with the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Knowledge - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n\nTanner has both Knowledge Local and Arcana...not very skilled, but he has them.\n☹️\n\nEdit - that is too funny. From the Penthouse (20) to the Outhouse (1)...will board roller wonders never cease?\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian shouts for everyone to get clear, while Katrin covers their retreat as best she can from her position. Tanner rises and swoops towards Norgold's position. The cleric tries to grab Norgold to pull him to safety, but the enlarged fighter is too heavy for him to budge. Olfacht and Grynde move as far away from the worm as they can.\n\nDesmona and Retay either don't hear the call or choose not to retreat. Desmona's limbs blur as her spiked chain whips through the air, singing as it slices into the worm's icy flesh. Retay's cries are almost incoherent as he chops again and again into the monster, ignoring his wounds and the intense cold radiating from the beast.\n\nSuddenly, a miracle - one of the berserker's blows cleaves the frost worm's skull in half. The monster convulses, almost ripping the greataxe right out of Retay's bloody hands. Before your eyes, the worm contracts and crystallizes, flash-frozen by its own energies. It begins to vibrate, and fine cracks begin to craze across its body ...\n\nAs if in slow motion, Retay and Desmona turn to flee, but before they can take more than a half dozen steps, the frost worm explodes, its death throes sending shards of ice in all directions.\n\nA number of stunned survivors, standing motionless or kneeling, are obliterated by the icy shrapnel. Their bodies partially shield Retay and Desmona from the full brunt of the blast. Several other stunned survivors a bit farther away are knocked off their feet by the explosion.\n\nThose that were able to move far enough away are spared significant injury.\n\n\n\nOOC: Katrin hits for 2. Desmona hits for 8. Retay hits for a total of 30, killing the frost worm. The frost worm explodes doing 4d6 piercing damage and 6d6 cold damage to all within its blast radius (Retay, Desmona, Adalmar, Faluil, Khazrael, Norgold, and Tiriel). Retay and Desmona can attempt a Reflex save for 1/2 damage (DC 22). " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel watches the barbarian charge the worm indifferently. One part of her wonders why and another more senseable part can't help but wonder if the man is crazy.\n...\nShe barely has time to recover from the worm's trill before the man cleaves open the worm's skull, transforming the animal into a crystalized model. Tiriel throws a hands in front of her face right before the icy image shatters sending cold, sharp, fragments of ice in all directions.\n\n piercing/cold: (4d6, 6d6=[1, 5, 1, 5] =12, [1, 3, 5, 5, 4, 5]=23) \n Tiriel takes a total of 20 points of damage (see spoiler for details)\n \n \n Spoiler \n\ndamage reduction, 5/magic, - takes 7 points of piercing damage\nresists 10 points of cold damage - takes 13 points of cold damage\nIn short - yay! not dead!\n \n\n Status:\nHP = 45 +[9] = 54 -20=34 (25 points after Aid wears off)\nAC = 20\n+2 morale bonus on attack rolls (+1 from bless, +1 from aid)\n+2 to saves vs fear effects (+1 from bless, +1 from aid) " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nAs she sees the body freezing, and the strangling clinking start, a horrible realisation occurs to Tryntha and she dives behind the largest piece of cover she can find...the enlarged Norgold.\n\nShe sees shrapnel fly over her head, and feels it impacting the huge fighter behind her. Once the blast is over, she remembers that she had been trying to decide if a spell to rid the man of paralysis would break the hold on him. No longer worried about his motor functions, she quickly channels that same spell into healing energies and pours them into Norgold.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChannel Remove Paralysis into Cure Modertate Wounds .\n CMW - (2d8+8)[ 21 ] \nplus 4 extra points of healing from Augment Healing = 25 total healing\n \n\n\nPraying it was enough to keep the large man alive, she begins looking for others who need her assistance." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, elf-sicle \n\nFaluil's body is torn and battered by the force of the blast, leaving him bleeding and unconscious in the snow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Piercing damage from Worm (1d6=4, 1d6=5, 1d6=1, 1d6=3) \n Cold Damage from Worm (meep) (1d6=5, 1d6=1, 1d6=2, 1d6=6, 1d6=5, 1d6=6) \n\nTotal damage = 38, HP left = -6 (help please)\n\nHow do we handle stabilization?\n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nThe blast completely takes Olfacht by surprise, but luckily he was too far away to be harmed by the blast. However, he realizes that the warriors there were probably not so lucky.\n\nSpringing to action, he immediately starts looking for the bodies of those caught in the blast to see if they're still alive." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, surprisingly alive \n\nRetay's greataxe plunges into the skull of the worm. He roars with success, completely unaware of what happens next . . .\n\n \n Spoiler \nNow, this is the bit I was worrying about . . .\n \"Piercing\" - (4d6)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 4 ](11) \n \"Cold\" - (6d6)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 1 ](20) \n \"Reflex\" - (1d20+4)[ 9 ](13) \nDamage reduction 1/-, which I believe means I take 10piercing+20cold=30 total damage.\nLeaving me with 2 hit points. 😦\n \n\n\nWhen the worm shatters, Retay barely has time to move. His body is pummeled with shrapnel, leaving huge gashes in his body and probably breaking ribs. Worse than the shrapnel, though, is the blast of cold that passes through him - so cold it burns.\n\nAs he struggles to his feet, a single thought pierces the ongoing haze of his rage: Hey, look, another mountain fell on me. \n\nRather than returning to the rest of the party, however, the barbarian staggers off and, still snarling with rage, begins attacking the offending ice shards, shattering as many as he can find.\n\nA short look at his wounds shows that his passion is probably the only thing keeping him alive at this point." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nFleeing from the worm, Damian turns to shout to Tanner. \"Head to the side of the overhang! Once the worm gets near there, cast the wall of fire to trap ...\" \n\nThe shockwave a fair distance back shoves Damian face first into the snow. Mmf... Hey... it isn't so bad, now. \n\nAfter the initial shock wears off, he stands up and turns around, his grey-white eyes widening in shock as he sees the field strewn with body parts, and several of his recent allies with large shards of ice pierced through them.\n\n \"Oh, not good...\" " }, { "author": "Thargor", "message": " Norgold \n \n Spoiler \n[ piercing damage from death throw - (4d6+0)[ 11 ] \n Cold damage from death throw - (6d6+0)[ 18 ] \n will save to end stun after getting hit - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nThe screaming in his head seemed like it would never end. When a sudden sharper pain cuts through Norgold latches onto it. For a moment the noise in his head fades, driven out by the more pressing physical pain. Norgold can almost focus on the world around him before his concentration slips and he clutches his head with his hands once again." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Overused Race & Class \n\nWatching the tall, heavyset man attack the worm, he could not help but be impressed. When it exploded, he could not help but laugh a little at the irony.\n\n If that thing hadn't got me, I'd be over there picking ice out of myself. Gods, that human's taken quite a beating. \n Healers? I think some people might be dying around here. And I wouldn't mind some help, either. \n\nStrugging to his knees, he inspects his chest. The wound is rather large and painful.\n\n Have I mentioned 'Ow' yet? \n\nOOC: Who's dead? 😛" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 12/42\n\nPulling with all his might, Tanner's futile efforts to move the enlarged warrior prove to have saved him. Norgold's giant sized body proved to perfectly shield the two clerics from the blast of the worm. As the shell shock from the blast fades, Tanner sees that the Rashemi cleric is healing Norgold. Shaking himself free, Tanner takes flight to scan the scene...he sees several up, but one down. Diving like a bird of prey, Tanner lands next to Faluil. He places his unflaming hand upon the chest of the elf and detects a faint heartbeat. He says a prayer to Gond which stimulates Faluil's natural healing to begin at an alarming rate.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast lesser vigor on Faluil. It automatically stabilizes him and will heal 1 hit point a round for 15 rounds...so 15 hit points back over time, basically.\n \n\n\nTanner will then stand from his squat and look curiously over at the still raging barbarian.\n\nooc: Dr. Bob, can I assume with my knowledge of the Rashemi barbarians and previous adventuring experience that Tanner understands Retay's plight?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael is still stunned, and has no chance to protect himself.\n\nHis body is blown clear from the outcropping and lands in the snow with a dull thud.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 4d6=22 \n 6d6=19 \n\n36 damage. -24 hp. I only have 12 max hp. Khazrael is dead now?\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is still fighting to make his muscles respond to his command when he is fully hit by the exploding shards of ice. He falls headlong in the snow, a pool of blood spreading around him slowly, slowly...\n\n \n Spoiler \nI couldn't resist pretending he was going to die...\n\n Ref (1d20+10=14) --> HP = -4 (using Kuja's rolls)\n\n Stabilization (1d100=93) so I think he'll be at -5 next round - I'm not sure what method (high or low) DR uses anymore.\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 12/42\n\nAfter recognizing that Retay's battle lust is all that keeps him clinging to life, Tanner calls out, \"Lissa, I saw Adalmar down over there -,\" he points Adalmar's body location out to the gnome, \"can you get to him? Tryntha, I didn't see Khazrael anywhere. I am going to try and help Retay out.\" I only hope he doesn't cleave my skull in the process. \n\nWhen he is able, Tanner takes wing and flies towards Retay with nothing in his hands. He lands nearby and announces his presense. \"Retay...it's Tanner. I am your friend. I am going to heal you if you'll let me.\" Tanner will approach with his 'good' hand open showing that he has no weapons and will spontaneously channel the energy from his dispel magic into cure serious wounds .\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf he is able to...\n CSW - (3d8+7)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, somewhat injured \n\nAt the sound of Tanner's approach, Retay whips around and growls, looking like a wounded animal. His own blood mingling with that of the worm, he crouches a short distance from the Gondsman, his greataxe at the ready.\n\n Friend. \n\nA drastic change comes over the barbarian. He stops growling and lowers his axe to the ground. His face begins to lose its ferocity.\n\nBut as his mind clears, Retay notices something: the pain. Gasping for breath, he murmurs \"Friend...\" and begins to lose consciousness... until Gond intervenes.\n\nSurprised to find himself alive, Retay stands and, thanking Tanner, limps back to the lean-to trying to look casual. He is still badly injured, but, he reasons, he is alive, and others need healing more." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nNodding quickly to Tanner, the priestess scours the battlefield looking for Khazreal. Seeing him lying face down in the snow, she quickly checks the extent of his wounds.\n\n Heal Check - (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \n\nClosing her eyes, she offers up a silent prayer that his soul will find its rest.\n\n \"Tanner, there was nothing I could for Khazreal.\" \n\nHer voice is quavering with grief, but she stoicly moves on, looking for more injured. As she reaches Adalmar, she again check the severity of his wounds.\n\n Heal Check - (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \n\nHappy to feel a heartbeat, but concerned with its erratic pattern she centers herself and once again channels the power of healing into the man.\n\nChannel Delay Poison into Cure Moderate Wounds \n Cure Moderate Wounds - (2d8+12)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 12/42\n\nTanner smiles as Retay stumbles back to the rest of the group. \"Today was not your day to die, but it was your day for glory. Strength and Honor,\" Tanner says to the barbarian.\n\nAs he follows Retay and approaches Tryntha, his smile is replaced with pursed lips and a furrowed brow at her words. He wants to fly over to Khazrael's body, but he knows that he needs to tend to those who are alive now.\n\nTanner announces, \"Could those of you who are injured please join Tryntha and me if you are able or call out if you are unable. My last count was that there were at least a dozen of us. I have stabilized the elf, Faluil, but I know he will require more attention.\" \n\nTanner turns to Tryntha and says, \"I plan on asking for the Grace of Gond to knit my wounds and those of five others with envigorating strength. With Gond's blessing, such healing shall last for the entire day and into the night. I plan on using these magics on those that will most likely be in the front fighting and myself. That means Retay, Norgold, Tiriel, Desmona, and Damian...I like that one. Right now, I have one lesser vigor and the strength to cure one light wound and enough to heal three moderate wounds. I can assist with several minor cuts and scrapes as well.\" \n\nOnce everyone is assembled, Tanner says, \"Friends, although in the Rashemi warrior culture it is glorious to die in combat, I regret to inform you that brave Khazrael has fallen to the death throws of the snow-wyrm. I think it only fitting that we bring him with us back to Immilmar. Let us gather him and his belongings and rest before we renew our quest. I think we should dedicate to the honor of Khazrael that we do our best so no others suffer a similar fate.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n \"I can help those who are the most grievously wounded, all of my most potent spells are available to me, as well as a few smaller magics.\" \n\nLooking with sadness on the fallen Khazreal, she turns to the faces among the survivors that she is not familiar with,\n\n \"Are any of you familiar with his homeland? In Rasheman, it is not uncommon for one who falls to be reborn into the circle of life, the land choosing the form for this renewal. I have spell prepared for such an occasion, but I know some cultures have very differing beliefs regard death and the afterlife.\" " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, going to be bruised in the morning \n\nThe elf coughs as his wounds slowly heal up. He pushes himself up and looks around.\n\n \"So...did we kill it?\" \n\nHe says with a bit of a grin." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\n\"Frick! Fricking frickers!\"\n\nDesmona scowls, her extremities numb from the wave of cold that had blasted her. She had managed to avoid some of the damage dealt by the exploding worm shrapnel, but was still sporting some injury. Take the shard of ice buried under her left shoulder and above her armpit.\n\nGrimacing, she grasps the end of the shard with one hand. If she grips for too long, the ice will melt and it will be hell getting it out of her that way. Gasping slightly in pain from the mild shock of pulling the icicle out of her, she tossed the bloodied thing away and went to check on who had survived and who had died during this cold night." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Stubborn. \n\nGetting to his feet, he begins to walk on unsteady legs towards Tanner.\nAnnoyed at himself, he asks Tanner for aid.\n\n Forgive me if I'm wrong here, but I think this may require some healing. Yes? \n\nWincing in pain, he stands idly by, waiting for someone to heal him." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar (14/31)\n\nIt felt good, and warm. The world seemed so far away.\n\nSuddenly, he feels a strong energy coursing through his body, and everything comes back : the cold, the blood, an explosion... Gasping, he slowly sits down and looks at the face of his savior. \" Thank you, Tryntha. Thank you. \" Ignoring the lingering pain, he gets up and surveys the remnants of the battlefield.\n\nMany people survived. That's almost enough. In any case, he isn't likely to get any better from the gods.\n\nLimping and coughing, he makes his way to a venture point where he can check whether the noise has attracted more unpleasant visitors." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Tanner Gondsman 12/52\n\nWhen Grynde walks up to Tanner and shows his wound, Tanner inspects it. Not being the healer that Tryntha is, he addresses it the only way he truly knows - with healing magic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n HealCheck - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n \n\n \"You are correct, let me see what I can do, Grynde.\" \n\nTanner will then reach out and touch the wound, channeling positive energy through his faith to heal Grynde.\n\nooc: Since I don't know how much Grynde is down, I am not sure which spell Tanner would use. I would guess he could assess how badly Grynde is hurt with Heal checks, so it may help Tryntha and Tanner out if you would post your current hit point status in a manner similar to how I have done with Tanner." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nooc: just checking in. short of looking a little shook up and preturbed, there is not much Olfacht can do." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nThe force of the icy explosion pushes Katrin backward, pushing her off her feet. She rolls with the fall, coming upright with snow all over her back and arms, which she brushes off as she moves back towards where the worm used to be, to see if she could be of any use to the various healers." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "The true after math of the frost worm's attack isn't readily apparent. Many were injured by the worm's frozen explosion and a few frantic moments are spent trying to reach all of the survivors before they succumb to their injuries.\n\nThe final count of fatalities is nine. Eight of the unnamed cavern members who'd survived the avalanche have now joined their not-so-lucky brethren in their frozen graves on the trail behind them.\n\nThe last fatality was Khazrael - the mage who Tiriel, Katrine, Achkby and Lissa (among others) rescued with Adlamar only a few short weeks ago...\nVarious suggestions are offered as too what to do with Khazrael's body - Tanner suggests taking Khazrael's body to Immilmar where there may be an opportunity to relive revive him while Tryntha offers the less conventional method of reincarnation .\n\nAs those who'd known him the longest consider the two offers Adlamar returns and quietly points out that the crows have started to land in anticipation of feasting on the corpses of the cavern members. Tiriel picks up Khaz's body and carries it back to the shelter.\n\nNo one knows what Khazrael would have wanted done so his body is laid in a corner of the shelter and shrouded with a blanket.\n....\nA light snow starts to fall." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAfter the worm explodes, and Damian gathers himself, he hurries back to the rest. His healing skills nonexistent, he instead quickly gathers his dropped crossbow, and meanders through the dead.\n\nAs the night creeps on, Damian keeps stealing a glance over at Khazrael's shrouded body. I was going to go up after him once I saw him enthralled, but... he was too far up. There was nothing I could've done. Really. Nothing. The cold reality of the situation keeps attempting to pull the bit of nagging guilt away, but it clings with the same grip of death that caught Khazrael.\n\nFinally, after quite some time, he sighs deeply and turns back to the others. \"I agree with Tanner. Khazrael knew something of the oncoming army. We should take him to Immilmar. Perhaps the Iron Lord will wish to question him - or if not him, his spirit - directly.\" \n\nHe glances over at Khazrael's former companions. \"I'm sorry for your friend. It's a tragedy his cheerful mood this day had to be ended so harshly.\" \n\nThe melancholy quickly slides past the dark-clad knifewielder, and a thought crosses his mind. He looks at Desmona and Tryntha with a wild look in his eyes. \"You two... you're both from this area, aren't you? That... beast. Do you know what it was? More importantly... do you know if it hunts alone?\" He glances up at the sky, where the birds of prey circled previously. \"Perhaps we aren't quite safe yet.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nMoving among the wounded/fallen, Tryntha makes sure that no one else is in danger of passing from world into the next. Over each of the deceased she offers a similar prayer, wishing their soul a safe, speedy journey to its resting place.\n\nWhen questioned about the best, she thinks back to her studies of surviving out in the wilds.\n\n Survival - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n\n[ooc] she doesnt have Knowledge: Local, that's the closest thing I have to maybe identifying the beast and it's tendencies. [/ooc]" }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\nDesmona sighs. \"Honey, I'm not from around these parts. I'm a Cormyrian, which is why this whole war business is unsettlin' to me. Especially since I don't know what could have happened to my family.\"\n\nShe carefully wraps her length of chain around her breastplate, contemplating the next move. \"So, everyone here wants to go to Immilmar. To see the Iron Lord or just to get there. And...\" She looks over at the sorceror's corpse covered in the corner. \"I want to know more about this army. I want to know what's happened to my homeland.\" She looks at Tiriel and his fellows.\n\n\"I'd like to go with you. To see the Iron Lord, and to aid you all. I'm concerned for the well-being of my country, and I'll be damned to the Nine Hells if I don't fight them while they're a threat to everyone.\"" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, limping ranger \n\nFaluil, carefully stepping through the snow to avoid opening any of his freshly closed wounds. He grins weakly as he groans out his request.\n\n \"Oww....anyone mind helping me with some of these wounds?\" \n\nHe looks around and focuses on Desmona.\n\n \"You say you're Cormyrian? I'm Cormanthor. Specifically Myth Drannor. Name's Faluil.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, 17/44 \n\nHe stands anxiously, waiting for magic to flow into his being and heal his chest." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human punching bag 25/65 🫤\n\nBack inside the lean-to, the berserker grunts in pain as he settles down. He takes his torch - still flickering merrily - from his belt, and picks up his dropped shortbow. At last, he drops his haversack - surprisingly undamaged - and takes out a bedroll and a thick blanket. \"I suppose I did offer to take first watch,\" he mutters audibly, \"although some would say near-death counts for credit.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha will inspect each person in turn who was injured and apply her talents.\n\nCasting Lesser Vigor, Mass on Retay, Grynde, Faluil, and Tanner.\n\nEach heals a total of 24 hit points over 18 minutes.\n\nAfter that she casts Cure Light Wounds on Tanner and Retay.\n\n Retay CLW - (1d8+10)[ 15 ] \n Tanner CLW - (1d8+10)[ 12 ] \n\n[ooc] Tryntha still has 6 Cure Minor Wounds (1 point of healing), 1 Cure Light Wound (1d8+10 healing), 1 Cure Modertate Wound (2d8+12 healing) and then 2 Cure Critical Wounds (4d8+16). To speed things up, take what you need for healing, roll your own in your post. [/ooc]\n\nHer shoulders slumping from her mystical efforts, Tryntha removes a bedroll and a winter blanket from her haversack and beds down.\n\n \"I am severely taxed, but I will regain my energies in the morning with my prayers. If need be, I can take one of the middle watches, but for now I need some rest.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin trudges over to her bedroll. \"I wasn't hurt at all, although I am somewhat exhausted. I suppose I could take a watch near the morning, I might as well be useful for once, but I'd like to get a good night's rest first.\" \n\nTo Tryntha, she says, \"It's complicated. I'll explain in the morning, unless you'd like to explain to her, Tiriel?\" " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, can't think of anything witty wood elf 32/32 😁 \n\nAs the magic courses through the wood elf's body he breathes a sigh of relief. Afterwards, he whistles loudly and his horse returns from its hiding spot.\n\nHe pets its neck and says\n\n \"Good boy Norwyn, don't want you getting into any trouble.\" \n\nThe horse trots off to rest as Faluil pulls his bedroll out of his bag and lays it out.\n\n \"I'll stay up, I'm feeling much better after that healing. Thank you...Tryntha, was it?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "There was no time to think after the frost worm's explosion. Those still able to get to their feet waste no time triaging and stabilizing their comrades.\n\nSeveral, such as Grynde, Tanner and Desmona, survived by being shielded by others. In Grynde's case his benefactor did not live to accept his thanks. Norgold, on the other hand, managed to shield at least two or even three others with his enlarged bulk. As he and his spiked chain shrink back to their normal size, the healing ministrations of the others already have begun to work.\n\nThat Retay survived, despite being at the epicenter of the blast of ice shards, is a testament to the power of barbarian rage, but even he requires intensive care as the adrenaline fades.\n\nThe bodies of those who did not survive are collected and placed within part of the shelter. This grisly necessity prevents their bodies from being picked apart by the waiting carrion crows, who screech in disappointment. The birds continue circling overhead for most of the night, visible against the moonlit sky.\n\nA single horse makes its way back to the camp after the worm attack, its hooves sinking deeply into the snow. The horse's miraculous survival of, not one but two disasters, is astonishing. The anomaly is difficult to explain, but Faluil has no complaints, whispering into the horse's ear in elven.\n\n...\n\nDramatically reduced, the remaining survivors cluster together at one end of the makeshift shelter to wait for sunrise. The fire is re-lit at the entrance. Warmth being deemed more necessary than stealth at this moment.\n\nWhen Faluil mentions his home, there are several lowered gazes and cleared throats. In the earlier conversations, it appears that the elf had not heard of Myth Drannor's fate. The elf remains stoic, but is clearly shaken to hear that the impossible has happened - Myth Drannor has fallen.\n\n...\n\nOne-by-one, exhaustion overtakes each of you. The healing magic acts as an additional soporific, and soon only a couple of pairs of eyes remain open at a time, and even the scattered whispered conversations cease.\n\n...\n\nThere are fourteen survivors now:\n\nTiriel - tall, blond, and now that you get a closer look at her, quite beautiful in an ethereal way. Her flaming sword is sheathed at her hip.\n\nKatrin - Tiriel's friend with dark-short hair, green eyes, and scar across one cheek. Her crossbow lies cocked and loaded in her lap.\n\nLissa and Achkby - the gnome (Lissa) and halfling (Achkby) snuggle back to back, apparently more comfortable with their own company than with the tall-folk. The two of them emerged safely from their hiding place after the frost worm battle. Lissa's wand proved to be quite helpful in stabilizing the wounded. Both of the child-sized survivors seem to have little to say.\n\nAdalmar - a ranger from Ashanath, just on the other side of Lake Ashane from Rashemen. He tends the fire, saying little. Perhaps his thoughts are about his village, deserted - the whereabouts of his family and friends, unknown.\n\nRetay - the tall (6 1/2 feet), black haired, and fur-clad barbarian who miraculously managed to slay the frost worm and live to tell the tale.\n\nNorgold - the heavyset fighter, now back to \"normal size\". He sleeps sitting upright, his spiked chain draped over his neck and shoulders.\n\nDesmona - from Cormyr. She wears her brown hair in a high ponytail. Her modest tunic, breeches, and breastplate can not completely disguise her shapely figure. She also carries a chain whip, but whereas Norgold swings the weapon with power and strength, Desmona wields the weapon with speed, grace, and finesse. When she engaged the frost worm with her whip, the ends of her weapon were practically invisible as they whirled about her body in an impossibly intricate pattern.\n\nDamian - clad all in black. He has gray eyes and jet-black hair. His daggers are sheathed and hidden away. He sits with his arms folded across his chest, a thoughtful look on his face.\n\nGrynde - the half-elf ranger. He seems more subdued following the battle, keeping his anti-human comments to himself among this mixed company. He inspects his pair of matched shortswords carefully before resheathing them.\n\nFaluil - a moon, or perhaps wood, elf. His bow sits propped up against the rock wall behind him as he meditates. His horse (the only one in the party) snorts softly as it stomps in the snow outside the shelter.\n\nOlfacht - apparently some type of magic user. He closes his piercing blue eyes, letting his thinning hair fall into his face. His nostrils flare periodically as the smoke from the fire occasionally drifts into the shelter.\n\nTanner - bearded, armored and cloaked. This flying warrior keeps his cloak wrapped tightly about him. He stares quietly at the palm of his hand while a small flame flickers there.\n\nand\n\nTryntha - the only native Rashemi among the group. This gentle healer has blue eyes and red hair, braided in the traditional manner.\n\n...\n\nBefore she sleeps, Tryntha uses some melted snow to perform a small ritual over each of the nine corpses. It would be impossible to bury them properly in the snow, and digging into the frozen ground is not an option, but perhaps a blessing of some kind would allow their spirits to know that their passing has not gone unrecognized ...\n\nShe only knew the names of three of the dead - Nadshi, the monk who helped to dig out Norgold, is one. Ulmarek, the ranger who had proposed building a shelter out of the snow itself, is another. And then of course there is Khazrael ...\n\nShe looks down sadly at Khazrael, now bare to the waist. She notes his delicate, feminine yet angular, features. Gently she brushes a hand across his hair, smoothing down his feathers, which she realizes are not merely decorations like his bangles and piercings as she had first assumed. She frowns. Something about the shape of his torso and his proportions seem off somehow, beyond the penetrating wounds he suffered.\n\nShe gasps softly as a thought comes to her. Was Khazrael even human? She leans down to look more closely at his almost bird-like features ...\n\nKhazrael opens his eyes and looks directly back at her. Tryntha screams and scrambles backwards. Khazrael bends at the waist and sits straight up. \"What happened?\" he asks ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael coughs so hard that a feather comes dislodged from his hair and drifts to the ground. He looks confused at the bodies around him and puts a hand to his head.\n\nLong, thin scars crisscross his back, clearly visible now that his shirt is off, as well as a deeper, much more serious pair which form a V between his shoulderblades.\n\nHe draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. All pretense of a cool demeanor is gone as he shakes violently and closes his eyes." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nFeeling like a burden already, he decides not to ask for more healing. He can do just fine like that, after all.\nHe accompanies Tryntha from body to body, blending his (shorter) prayers to hers.\n\nTomorrow, he vows, he will leave the gloom behind. He has wallowed for too long in what was, in the end, only self-pity.\n\nAnd then Khazrael comes back from the dead. He is surprised, but only mildly so. Due to exhaustion, perhaps. He has questions for the sorcerer, but they don't matter right now. Taking his wand out with precipitation, he applies it on the wounded man's chest and speaks the words that release its healing power.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d8+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\nWhatever cool facade Desmona was putting up to ensure that the others knew to look up to her vanished as a feathered body rose from the corpse pile.\n\n\"GAH!\" Desmona gasps, falling over backwards and pushing herself away from the newly risen dead. \"What the...wasn't he dead?\"\n\nShe grips her chain tightly, watching carefully for anything suspicious. She's encountered her share of undead in her travels, and it didn't pay to take something like the recently deceased waking up again as nothing to worry about.\n\n\"You're not a ghoul, are you?\" She asks." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAdalmar's aid seems to pull him together, if only a bit.\n\nTo Desmona, he spits, \"What?\"" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe elf opens his eyes when Tryntha screams and looks over at the (oddly animate) Khazrael. Rather than jump or appear overly startled, his eyes open wide and his mouth stretches into a strange grin.\n\n \"I don't think I've ever witnessed this phenomenon before...spontaneous rejuvenation...I need to check this out!\" \n\nHe mutters under his breath.\n\nHe stands and moves closer to the formerly dead man and studies his appearance, glad to put his mind to a task that directed it away from the depressing thoughts of his homeland." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Half-Elf Ranger #1. Yes, 1, he was here first.🫤 \n\nHe sits on his own, more than ten feet from anyone else, tapping a rhythm on his knees. He doesn't seem shocked when Khazrael sits up.\n\n 'Back again? Are you going to stay for longer this time, or should we dig your next grave now?' he remarks.\n\n Wow, the chicken-man has returned. Just in time, I'm hungry. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is confused. Yet again, a comrade of hers has mysteriously 'come back from the dead'. She stands and aims her crossbow at Khazrael, but lowers it when Aldamar's healing wand appears to have a beneficial effect. So he's not un dead, at least... \"Tryntha... what's going on?\" Is this like what happened with Karzak and Evendur? " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nShe cannot containt the gasp and shriek that escape her lips as the strange \"man\" sits upright while under her inspections. Shock is clear on her face, and she reacts little as someone comes and administers a wand of sorts.\n\n Wha...but.....how is that possible... \n\nHer inner monologue is pierced by Katrin calling to her and she snaps back into herself. Kneeling before Khazreal, she places a hand on each shoulder and gently eases him back into lying on his back.\n\n \"Khazreal, please lie back. You have suffered grevious wounds that were beyond all of our ability to heal. We had thought you lost to the worm's violent eruption. Do you possess the ability to heal from wounds above that of normal men and woman?\" \n\nAs she speaks, she begins inspecting him for further wounds and trying to speculate what could have possibly happened.\n\n[ooc] Are the wounds from the ice shards still there? Have they healed/closed? Is he pale from blood loss, etc? [/ooc]\n\n Heal Cheack - (1d20+11)[ 28 ] (To look for anything wrong with him still)\n Knowledge Religion - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] (To recognise anything like this from a religion stand-point)\n Knowledge History - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] (To remember if Rasheman history speaks of similar miracles)\n Knowledge Religion - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] (To recognise anything like this from an arcane stand-point)\n Spellcraft - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] (To recognise a spell effect that might be on Khazreal)" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nLeaning against the outcropping lazily, half asleep, Damian's eyes bolt open when Khazrael miraculously recovers. \"That's a neat trick...\" \n\nDamian's glance doesn't linger long on Khazrael, however, but turns to his companions - Katrin, Adalmar, Tiriel, Lissa, and Achkby. His gaze lingers on Adalmar and Katrin. They're not nearly as shocked as we were. That's odd... Katrin's suspicion at least makes him believe that this isn't a common occurance, but...\n\nCurious, he focuses his attention on Khazrael's other compatriots, leaving Tryntha to her ministration, looking for their response. Have they encountered this before? Or did they expect this from Khazrael?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWithout a word, Khazrael shakes his head violently and scrambles away from the bodies. He weakly pushes past the people in his way and settles several yards from the bodies.\n\nHe tries to relax, but it's a bit much to ask. He stares at Tryntha but has no answer for her.\n\n\"I don't think...\"\n\nHis breath comes in short sobs, and his sentence never finishes.\n\n Why are my ears ringing? " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian 50/65\n\nBefore going to bed, Retay asks Tryntha for a final healing spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[roll0]\n \n\n\nRetay's eyes bulge as the dead man sits up. Warily, the barbarian reaches for a weapon. \"Who are you who disturbs the rest of our dead?\" he asks harshly." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian watches Tiriel, Katrin, and Adalmar closely out of the corner of his eye. At first it seems as though they aren't as astonished as he would have expected, but after a little more observation, he realizes that they actually are surprised at Khazrael's \"resurrection\". It is an interesting dichotomy. It is as if they have seen others rise from the dead, just not Khazrael specifically ... \n\nTryntha attends to Khazrael immediately, noting the severe wounds from the ice shrapnel along his upper body and face. His lower body and legs were spared injury, and she deduces that the edge of the rocky cliff face must have shielded him somewhat from the blast.\n\nComparing his wounds to those of the nearby corpses, she notes that his body doesn't show the signs of flash freezing that most of the others display. It is as if his body isn't as vulnerable to cold as that of a normal human.\n\nWhat about his lack of a pulse? She quickly checks for a radial or carotid pulse and finds that he still has none! Yet, Khazrael is obviously very much alive. His response to the healing wand seems to indicate that he certainly not un-dead either. Her brow knitted, she adjusts her fingers and eventually is able to find pulses, just not in the usual anatomic locations.\n\nThe feathers, the scars, the anomalous anatomy, the inhuman ability to resist cold ... it seems to add up to something ... but what?" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin glares at Damian until he starts staring at someone else, then returns her gaze to Khazrael. She does not have the advantage of being able to observe him directly, like Tryntha does, but she can clearly see that he is not frozen, and guesses from Tryntha's confusion and her basic knowledge of human anatomy that Khazrael's pulse can only be felt in different places than a normal human. He's not human... then again, that's no suprise, is it? Many of us are more than human... or less than human... \n\nKatrin suddenly scowls, and looks away, lost in her own thoughts." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " olfacht \n \"What's all the commotion *... GAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~!\" Olfacht is clearly startled by Khazrael's suddenly revival.\n\n \"What the... but then... are you.... is this... CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?\" " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil the speculation elf \n\nThe fascinated elf goes back to his pack and pulls out his various texts on flora and fauna, including magical and non-magical creatures and plants. As he peruses the pages of his prodigious pieces, he cheerfully and, perhaps a tad, arrogantly, gives his summary of the situation.\n\n ”My new friends, while it is surprising to see a fallen soldier return to the land of the living, and even more surprising to return in such a state that does not become the foul interference of necromancy, and more surprising still in such a way that did not overtly include the invoking of a great and powerful deity, I think we can be calm.\n\n“It’s possible that Khazrael here went into a sort of mini-hibernation. From what we can tell, he is not elf, human, dwarf, halfling or any of the other common races that we can readily name. Doesn’t make him any less Khazrael, though, I would like to point out.\n\n“There are a few possibilities to consider: Khazrael here was merely knocked into a deep state of sleep or hibernation in order to self-heal, and we assumed him dead. A powerful deity or other supernatural being has rescued him from the after-life for purposes we cannot hope to imagine. Perhaps a freak occurrence (an ebb in the flow of magic, possibly?) spontaneously recovered our comrade for no purpose at all.\n\n“But even with these possibilities at heart…” \n\nAnd Faluil sets down his books and walks over to Khazrael, squatting down to become level with the man,\n\n ”We can’t forget that he is as stunned and shocked as many of us. How many people can truly come back from the brink of death (possibly even from beyond that brink) without that crash of emotions?” \n\nThe elf reaches a hand out and places it on Khazrael’s shoulder, hoping to show the man that he means to help and support, not to question or accuse." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 24/42\n\nAs Tanner begins healing the others, his attention is drawn to the sudden cries of shock and awe. He is hard pressed to not show a similar face when he sees Khazrael sitting up. \"By the Maker...\" he manages to say. Seeing the Rashemi cleric hovering over the feather-dressed miracle-maker, Tanner returns to his work on helping insure that others do not need to experience whatever just happened.\n\nooc: Please see the OOC thread for healing choices." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe watches Faluil as he speaks, but slowly his attention drifts to the bodies.\n\n\"What...what happened to them?\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde Half-Elf Ranger \n They died, what do you think? Did you see the size of that thing? It's remarkable so many of us did live. And speaking of life, you don't seem to be entirely human. Are you really a chicken man? You realise chicken are a great meal, don't you? And that chicken coops are designed to hold potential food? They're not some kind of brothel. \n\nEnjoying himself thoroughly, he decides to discontinue this malicious act.\n\n We're all glad your alive, freak. \n\nWith that, he wanders off, contemplating his next meal." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Relax, it's not the first time you've been called a freak, and it's certainly not the most painful. \n\nHe touches a hand to his lips and mumbles something before waving a hand at Grynde. A sneer crosses his lips as he does so.\n\n\"Why don't you apologize and go get me some food, buddy?\"\n\n((OOC: Casting Charm Person on Grynde, who must make a DC 14 will save or else perceive my words and actions in the most favorable way possible for the next six hours, unless someone's going to make an AOO and hold Khazrael's arms.))" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \nOOC\n \"Arrogance Penalty/Will save\" - (1d20+4)[ 3 ](7) \n\nDamn. Here goes the very best part.(IC)\n\n 'I am deeply sorry for the things I said, friend. I did not really mean all those things, and I certainly don't think your father enjoyed his 'time' with his poultry. Here, let me find you something to eat. \n\nWalking away from Khazrael, and feeling very confused, he searches for something his great friend would enjoy eating.\n\n Chickens eat grain, don't they? Hmm. No grain here. I know! I have the perfect idea! \n\nSeveral minutes later, he returns to Khazrael and dumps an assortment of worms and insects into his lap.\n\n I hope you enjoy it, friend! \n\nOOC: He think's Khazrael's a chicken, after all. 😏" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith a quick wink to the others, he nods to Grynde and says, \"I'm glad we got that all sorted out.\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, muddled half-apple. No, wait, tree. No! Argh! Not left! \n\nHis face falls in dissapointment.\n\n Aren't you going to eat the food I bought you? " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nRevenge seems to be the best medecine, and Khazrael perks up a little, though his shoulders still hunch forward and he remains quiet.\n\nHe nods to Grynde and pretends to nibble at the food as a show for the charmed half-elf, but finds that he's not as hungry as he thought." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nOlfacht sits next to Khazrael, and looks at him with his piercing blue eyes. \" Jokes aside, what are you exactly? Or do you have even the faintest idea? Where I'm from, people destroy things that don't stay dead. Of course, there they also kill people for having the wrong skin color, wrong smell... or lack there of... but no matter. I'm not trying to scare you. Just curious is all .\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman 42/42\n\nSeeing no one coming for healing, Tanner administers to himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nuse healing belt - will use the charges as needed. If Tanner gets close, he will stop before using the last charge.\n charge1 - (2d8)[ 8 ] \n charge2 - (2d8)[ 11 ] \nedit: charge3 - (2d8)[ 13 ] - not used\n \n\n\nEdit: Feeling better, Tanner approaches the strange scene as it gets even stranger. He listens intently to the exchange between Khazrael reborn and the others' questions. Tanner does not wish to judge Khazrael, for he is in the miracle business himself and knows that there are powers much greater than himself - or that he can comprehend - out there." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe moves to dismiss Olfacht's question, but he turns his gaze on the others and sees the same question written on each of their faces.\n\n\"Everywhere I've gone, what I am has put me in trouble. People have tried to kill me. They've tried to use me. They've tried to control me. I haven't had a carefree day in my life since I was ten, and that could be just a fabricated memory.\"\n\nHe pauses, trying to gauge whether continuing is prudent.\n\n\"I've never heard a proper word for what I am. There are others like me, but they're not the same as me. I don't think any of us are alike.\"\n\nHis eyes dance over the priests. The believers. Tiriel.\n\n\"The drow called me errdegahr, their word for a kind of demon. I learned most of what I am from them, but don't think that a little education made them friends or benefactors. I spent ten years as their slave and test subject.\" He spits on the ground before continuing, \"The funniest part of that is, the treatment I got there wasn't much different than what the humans on the surface gave me. At least the dark elves made the effort to understand before they chose to hate.\"\n\nHe pushes himself to his feet. His legs shake with the effort, and he nearly tips forward, but manages to steady himself.\n\n\"I look almost like one of you. I spent the first half of my life trying harder to look like you. I plucked out my feathers, I hid my gaze from the righteous and the self-righteous, and tried not to use my magic where anyone could see it--that's the big one, I can feel my blood burning with abyssal energy every time I use it. It is the furnace, the source.\"\n\n I can feel the stares. I can taste the bile on your lips. \n\n\"I am born of the blackest corner of your hearts. I am empowered by inborn magic and driven to act on my darkest wishes. From the abyss I crawled, and someday, I'll return to it. Is that what you want to hear? Well, it's close enough to the truth. There's a voice in my ear every second screaming, 'Do it! Do it!' My heart races at the thought of flames licking through the walls and roofs of everything that mortal civilization has wrought. Every time my magic harms someone or something, it gives me a tingle of pleasure like you'll never feel.\"\n\n\"But I know it's wrong, and that's why we're going to Immilmar. We're stopping an army of my brothers and sisters, my former taskmasters, and every wicked thing that walks on the earth from making every one of my dreams come true.\"\n\nHe returns to a seated position. His hand moves to his knife, but he doesn't draw it.\n\n\"Now, was there anything else? I'd like to get some sleep.\"\n\n((Note, had to go back and edit a previous post, didn't see Grynde bring me a pile of worms, I thought it was regular food.))" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, moved elf \n\nFaluil sits back and absorbs the words in Khazrael's speech. He fights against his ingrained feelings and personal experiences, those that told him that any infernal or abyssal creature was despicable and evil. I cannot give into these feelings. This Khazrael is fighting the evil within him because he is a good soul. He fights against his blood-brethren to save those that have shown him no mercy and given him no kindness. \n\nHe shoots up to his feet and proclaims,\n\n \"Indeed our reanimated comrade ! Sleep seems like a good choice right now, for all who need it. Too much excitement this night, I think. Best to sleep on it now, and we can discuss the rest in the morning.\" \n\nWith a wink at the rest of the group he returns to his bedroll and begins to meditate." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been surprised but not shocked by Khazrael's return to life. After all there was Evendur...the first time he died, and Trinark... she stops her train of thought once it hits the hollow space that had once been held by her missing companions. She'd never really gotten the chance to know any of them well. Even Si'rene (who, next to Katrine, was the person she'd spent the most time with).\nShe mets Khazrael's eyes as he sweeps the room during his speech. She frowns when he gets to the part about \"liking\" destruction and hurting people. When he finishes she stands up, and walks over to him. For a moment she pauses contemplating him and what she's about to do, but the moment passes.\n\nShe grabs him by his upper arm and hauls him to his feet, \" We should talk. Then we can both sleep. Come on. \" She leads him outside, by force if needed." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \nHe stumbles along after Tiriel, still tired from the whole experience." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nNot lowering his axe, Retay stares after Khazrael.\n\n \"We're supposed to believe that ?\" he mutters. \"Drow don't have feathers.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin stops sulking and starts listening when Khazrael starts talking. After his speech, she quickly begins to sulk again. The parallels with her own life were immediately apparent. She considered following Tiriel to wherever she was going to take Khazrael, but decided to let them be. His claim that he was a kind of demon seemed plausible. She had heard of people who had abyssal ancestry. Most of what she had heard were myths meant to scare children (The Red-Demon-Man eats little children who don't eat their green vegetables!), but she had heard enough first- or second-hand accounts that she believed such people existed. Most were bandits and thieves, hiding from the 'more civilized' people who had rejected them for being different. She pitied them for this, having been in the same situation, but from what she had heard, most of them enjoyed killing and stealing, as Khazrael had confirmed. He's fighting it, though... that's the least he can do. At least he has good intentions... I have good intentions... \n\nKatrin begins pacing around under the outcropping, arms crossed. Khazrael's claim of living among the drow seemed truthful, too, given the scars on his back. Even with her limited experience in the Underdark, she was familiar with the drow mentality, and that the drow would consider Khazrael a curiousity, and later a danger, seemed like something they would do.\n\nKatrin sits down on her bedroll and spends a while trying to figure out if Khazrael was with the drow for the first 10 years of his life, or the second 10 years, to keep her mind off the links she automatically between Khazrael's life and her own..." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyes avert from Katrin's when she glares at him while he's studying her, but his peripheral vision is good enough to continue watching unobserved. When Khazrael begins to go on his long discussion of his heritage, his eyes continue glancing around, watching his former companion's responses.\n\nKhazrael's heritage didn't interest him, other than intellectual curiosity. It's not like he was normal himself, and it's not like his entire life hadn't been filled with people trying to isolate him from society. He still had sneaking suspicions about Tiriel and Tanner as well, so it wasn't as if Khazrael was the only odd one. Still, Damian's lack of knowledge of creatures of the planes bothered him - it's not like Khazrael had been hiding his abilities - just not flouting his nature - and his choice of music distraction should've been a strong hint as well.\n\nIt was clear to him now that this group has seen some bizarre things, and several of them weren't exactly normal. He could be in severely dangerous company.\n\nWhen Tiriel grabs Khazrael and pulls him outside, his self-preservation sense takes over, and he uses their distraction to duck into a shadow and hide within listening distance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(OOC: yeah, I hate spying on party members, but Damian just would never let this opportunity go.) Hide - (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, Isolated from internet for thirty-four hours. \n\nA little stunned by his \"friends'\" revealation, he decides to find something to eat and maybe get rid of the headache he suddenly has.\nAs he looks for something to eat other than the bugs Khazrael left behind, a thought strikes him, and he looks sideways at Tanner.\n\n Does anybody else have something to reveal? \n ....Hmm.....Forget it. Where's my waterskin? \n\nHe drips some water onto his head to try and get rid of his headache.\n\n I don't like being out of the loop... \n\nOOC: Hi, outsider. Yeah, you, the flying guy. I'm on to you. 😏\nIs everyone here part-something weird except Grynde??" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nGood ol'Adalmar should be dumb-founded by the dark tale weaved by Khazrael. But he's decided that from now on, he would not to be one step behind. So he's mainly thoughtful. Because of the World Below, he knows very little - only fragments of old tales, and they seem hardly believable.\n\nThe priest Tanner repeats his offer of healing, so he ends up giving in, and exposes his remaining wounds for his benefactor to heal. He thanks Tanner with a nod and a smile.\n\nFinding the shredded remnants of his blanket, he covers himself as best he can, and goes to sleep wishing for a few uneventful hours of sleep." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner listens intently to the tale woven by Khazrael. He meets his gaze with kind eyes and a knowing nod but does not interject. When he leaves the shelter with Tiriel, Tanner does not try to stop either but looks to make sure no one else does. He then returns to his work tending the wounded until...\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Matticus \n Grynde, Isolated from internet for thirty-four hours. \n Does anybody else have something to reveal? \n \n\nTanner finishes administering to Adalmar and pats him on the shoulder before turning and facing Grynde. \"You seem more out of sorts than normal, Grynde. Is something bothering you? Perhaps an after-effect of the wyrm's trill?\" Tanner looks intently at Grynde for a moment and then decides, No - same Grynde...just a bit more irritable and irritating. Tanner smiles at Grynde, \"If you would like to know more about me, all you have to do is ask.\" Tanner's voice grows louder and addresses the others with his gaze as he speaks to all. \"I have nothing to reveal other than a minute understanding of Khazrael's plight. I am no expert on outsiders or people for that matter, but I do believe that one should be measured by their heart and their merit. As an outlander to the Rashemi, I wasn't trusted initially. This is no slight on the Rashemi at all,\" Tanner says looking at Tryntha, \"but it is one that I am sure any of us here has done and will continue to do out of experience. Eventually, I became accepted within the Rashemi by remaining true to myself and to those I met, and I am thankful for that. Khazrael has hidden nothing from us and has only spoken truthfully to us - even if it would mean judgement by those here. I have no right to judge, for I am no god - I am simply a humble servant of one. Gond has granted me many great gifts, and I use these to emulate the best that Gond has to offer. Gond is a builder - a creator of things. Relationships are one thing that only we can build, and moments such as these are crucial to making something stronger than adamantine. Now, I cannot tell you how to think or what to feel, but I ask you to put yourselves in Khazrael's position. Think of how he must feel before you make a judgement; think of what you would want if roles were reversed. Then do what you think is right.\" \n\nTanner then looks everyone in the eyes again and resumes tending to the wounded before he takes his post on watch." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n 'Nothing to reveal'? Ch'yeah, and I'm Fenmarel Mestarine. Nobody seems to be normal around here. And nobody's an elf, either. It's like I'm back at home or something. \n\nSitting down, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a longsword. He begins to examine it's edge, making sure it's still in good condition after it's long stay in his slightly unusual pack." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human skeptic \n\nThe barbarian finally drops his axe, and retreats to his bedroll. He continues to mutter to himself about the revelation, but seems reluctant to speak up about it.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Tanner Gondsman \n \"I am no expert on outsiders or people for that matter...\" \n \n\n \"Who brought up outsiders?\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Darius \n \"Khazrael has hidden nothing from us and has only spoken truthfully to us - even if it would mean judgement by those here.\" \n \n\n \"He didn't even say what he claimed to be, he just chatted about the drow a bit. And having drow blood doesn't explain any of the facts.\" \n\nNevertheless, Retay doesn't raise any objection. Following Grynde's example, he examines his famous greataxe for any damage from the battle.\n\n\nOOC: What? He's a barbarian, he's got low Int." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The remainder of the night passes quietly. The remaining dead remain dead.\n\nAt first light, a funeral pyre is created. Retay and some others fell nearby evergreens, and the soft wood burns quickly and fiercely.\n\nTryntha offers a few words for the fallen. Included are the dozens of other caravaners lost in the avalanche and other fellow adventurers who have been lost along the way.\n\nA light snow begins to fall. As soon as possible, the party moves out, accompanied by a single horse. The rangers keep the party moving north. Toward the end of the day, Adalmar announces that you've reached a road.\n\nStopping in your tracks, you look around, seeing only featureless, flat snow-covered ground all around.\n\nGrynde agrees with Adalmar. He adds a single word, \"Immilmar,\" pointing towards the setting sun ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Tiriel and Khazrael (and Damian perhaps) can have their conversation in the Private Conversations thread (in my sig). " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner looks off in the distance and says, \"Excellent work! It looks like we have a long road ahead of us. It is probably best if we rest here. I am worried about this snow, however. Not that our fine trackers could not find the trail again, I think we should mark our destination somehow.\" " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": "Olfacht\n\n \"Oh civilization, how daddy misses you...\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Yeah, I bet everyone's real anxious to sleep our here in the cold and freezing, despite what happened last time we tried that. \n\nHe looks around at the desolate landscape, then back to the group of people he's beginning to tire of.\n\n Is anyone hungry or in danger of loosing their extremities to the cold? Otherwise we should keep going.\nIf we do have a long road ahead of us, it doesn't get any shorter by sleeping, and it'll go a lot slower if we're all minus our toes. \n Wait, what am I saying? We'd lose our toes walking anyway. \n\nHe looks towards Khazrael, a strange expression on his face, which changes quickly as his confusion turns to anger.\n\n You little prick, you cast a spell on me!!!! \n\nHe draws one of his swords and takes several threatening steps." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe smiles at Grynde, quite aware of the proximity of the others.\n\n\"A little grumpy, eh? Settle down, you're lucky I didn't fry you on the spot.\"" }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n \"No More Fighting! The sooner we stop bickering, the sooner we can get out of this featureless landscape and maybe, MAYBE find ourselves a nice warm bed to sleep in.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\ndiplomacy check: 17 + 3 = 20\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tries to stay alert as they walk but the landscape is monotonous. Snow, rocks, maybe a bare twig, more snow, oh and more rocks.\nSo finding a flat patch of snow that might be a road, while different, doesn't exactly get her excited. What does catch her attention is Grynde shouting at Khazrael.\nTiriel doesn’t exactly count Khazrael as a friend but his attitude and actions make more sense after last night’s conversation. So she decides to watch the two of them just in case things get out of hand." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nAs the morning dawns, those rising find Tryntha out in a small snow-cleared area kneeling. Deep in her prayers she gives thanks to the land for giving her new companion a second chance at a full life.\n\n[ooc] Between Tanner and Tryntha, I'm fairly certain everyone would have been fully healed before resting. [/ooc]\n\nShe followed along near the front of the line lending her assistance with the landmarks and whatnot whenever she could. She was anxious to reach Immilmar and deliver the news of this approaching army." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Fry me on the spot? You're really lucky all these other people are here, or I'd cut you down where you stand. \n\nSheathing his sword, he walks away from Khazrael, aware that a number of eyes are watching him.\n\n Bloody stupid magicians...I'll show them...Useless... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWalking near the front of the group, the bickering between Grynde and Khazrael barely makes him glance back, just for a moment. Just the slightest hint of a grin crosses his face when Olfacht jumps between them, and he glances back to the others as night begins to fall.\n\n \"If I can interrupt the entertainment for a moment... if we're going to find a place to stop for the night, we should start doing that soon. Then , Grynde, you can start challenging the guy who just came back from the dead. Plus, I could use some food.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Matticus \n Grynde \n You little prick, you cast a spell on me!!!! \n \n\n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner walks to Grynde. He speaks to him softly in hopes that their conversation doesn't escalate the situation, \"Grynde - what is this you are talking about? I had cast spells on you - healing spells and the elemental endurance - and you didn't behave in this way. At any rate, this is not helping our chances of survival. My spells are taxed, and Tyrntha is not an endless fountain of healing. The sooner we get to our destination, the sooner you can be rid of him and us. Can you do this, or is there going to be a problem?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Turning to the west, you trudge onward wearily through the night.\n\nThe temperature dips down even lower once the sun has set. Even the magical rations and warmth only serve to take the edge off of the misery. Tempers flare as the cold, hunger, and lack of sleep take their toll on your bodies.\n\nThe moon is hidden behind a layer of clouds, making it difficult to see where the snowy fields end and the horizon begins.\n\nWeapons are kept at hand in case of danger, but the night passes uneventfully.\n\nWith your fingers, toes, and minds numbed by the piercing chill, it takes a while to notice the lightening of the sky behind you. Dawn almost catches you by surprise, the rays of sunlight casting long shadows before you. The sky has cleared. It looks like it is going to be a sunny day.\n\nOccasionally, the rangers point out small stone markers, poking through the snow, which confirm that you are on the road to Immilmar.\n\nAround mid-day, Adalmar raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks. Silently he points ahead. A large, pure-white wolf stands several hundred yards away in the center of the road. It observes you carefully, its ears pricked forward attentively. The party's lone horse snorts and stomps uneasily." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Don't any of you even think of attacking it until it makes a move first. \" Tiriel says loud enough for the entire group to hear.\n And thank the gods that Callos isn't here. He almost got all of us killed last time we saw wolves... I hope he's okay where ever he is, the bastard. " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nHe leans in slowly to Tiriel and whisper, \" so umm... what do we do exactly? Do we.... do we throw something for it to eat?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" No we don't throw anything at it. We wait for it to leave and if that doesn't work then... \" She'd been about to suggest that the lizardman druid talk to it, forgetting that they'd been forced to leave him in the cavern.\n\" Well there's got to be someone here that could try talking to it. \" She finishes rather lamely." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman looked on with concern at the lone white wolf. She knew wolves usually ran in packs. Thinking back to her experiences in the wilderness, she tries to think if she knew of anything specific about this kind of white wolf.\n\n Survival - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n \"I do think we have quite a few woodsman here with us, perhaps one of them is skilled at handling animals. If not, I have a small amount of skill with the creatures local to these lands, and if necessary I have a scroll that would let me communicate with the wolf. But it is my only one and I would prefer to preserve it for perhaps a time of greater need.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Huh. You don't see one of those everyday. \n No worries. It's just a wolf. I don't reckon anyone should make any sudden moves, but if it does go hostile, make yourself look big. Still...I can calm an animal, no worries. Give me a couple of minutes and I could be petting it and having it lick my face, like some kind of puppy. " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nHe frowns as his horse becomes uneasy.\n\n \"Shhh...settle Norwyn. What's the problem?\" \n\nHe says as he eyes the wolf suspiciously.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Handle Animal - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n 1st roll is Knowledge (nature); 2nd roll is Knowledge (arcana) (1d20+7=12, 1d20+4=24) \n\nHandle animal is, of course, to settle my companion down.\nNature is to find out if there's anything off about the wolf, arcana is if there's anything magic about it.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nHardly speaking throughout the trek, Retay's habits do not change now. As with the frost worm, he draws a bow and arrows from his pack, although this time he does not move to nock an arrow." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael frowns at the canine, then decides to mumble a few strange words and wave his hand.\n\n\"These things don't hunt alone, right? What's it doing out here?\"\n\n((OOC: Detect Magic, looking at the wolf))" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nIn the morning, Tanner will use his spells to aid the party again. Since he has used Gond's grace to extend the length of the enduring spells, Tanner decides that today he can add some different spells today and takes an hour for contemplation as the morning's light crests.\n\nDuring the trek, the gondsman continues to remain vigilant. When the wolf appears, Tanner wonders what to do. Talk to a wolf? he thinks to himself. He says to the group, \"Does anyone see others?\" \n\nTanner then looks around himself:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith the wolf's appearance, Damian's hands flash to his daggers, keeping them low at his side. Talk to it? It's a wolf... I think. If it goes away, we continue on. If it attacks, we kill it. \n\nCalmly, he waits to see its next actions before responding. His eyes flash at the others, curious at their discussions." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at Grynde in exasperation. \" You know, I'd like to see you try that. I really would. \"\nShaking her head, she draws her sword and moves to the edge of the party.\n\n(ooc: just setting Tiriel up as a frontliner if there's a fight; which seems very likely.)" }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona Darkwind \n\nDesmona steps up next to Tiriel, her spiked chain drawn but still, wrapped around her forearm delicately as to not puncture her own skin.\n\n\"Wolves don't usually hunt alone...\" She observes the surrounding landscape, looking for any other wolves hidden around the scenery. \"Any rangers want to try to calm it so we can move along?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot Check: (1d20+0)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nEyes on the wolf, he relpies to Tiriel with a smirk on his face. Oh you would, would you. I might just do it, then. \nStill smirking, he moves to the front of the group." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The wolf stands her ground as members of your party shift position. No other wolves are visible nearby, though there are some rocks and isolated trees scattered about the landscape, behind which an enemy could potentially hide.\n\nThe she-wolf tilts her head as she watches you with icy blue eyes. Her ears twitch as though she is listening to your conversation from her vantage point.\n\nKhazrael is surprised to find that the wolf appears to be magical. Tryntha wonders if the wolf might be one of the many spirits or telthors that watch over Rashemen ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael blinks at the magic surrounding the beast, and smiles.\n \nHa! I knew a normal animal wouldn't just sit there and stare at us all alone like that. \n\n\"Hey, that's, uh...not a wolf. Or someone cast something on it as a joke. It's radiating a pretty decent amount of energy. Do they have magic wolves here?\"" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTurning to look at Khazreal, Tryntha offers:\n\n \"There are many spirits who wander the lands here. It is to them that I pay my homage and pray for the blessings to heal the wounds of those would bring harm to my land. They are called Telthor . If this is indeed a telthor , we should have nothing to fear from it.\" \n\nMoving tentatively, Tryntha moves slowly along the path the group has been traveling, easing past the wolf if she has to pass it." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian turns and looks at Khazrael when he mentions that the wolf is magical. \"What? Really?\" \n\nNerves getting the better of him, he slips out one of his daggers, twirling it slightly in one hand as Tryntha approaches the wolf. \"I'm just hoping your spirits recognize that we've already had enough adventure for the past two days .\" A bit twitchy, he hangs back and waits for the cleric to pass the wolf, his eyes scanning the horizon.\n\n \"I hope it's not trying to warn us or anything.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nHearing Tryntha's theory, Retay relaxes. The spirits protect this land and those that live on it. The wolf is no danger to us. If anything, we're safer in its presense than we would be otherwise. Still, he makes no move to approach the animal.\n\n \"Why?\" he says to Damian. \"If there's a danger, don't you want to be warned?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"I'd prefer that there wasn't a danger in the first place.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The white wolf stands her ground as Tryntha approaches.\n\nAs Tryntha nears the wolf, she holds her hands down by her sides, palms outward, showing that she is no threat.\n\nThe wolf steps forward, sniffing Tryntha's palms. The wolf's wet nose tickles.\n\nTryntha keeps walking until she is past the wolf. The wolf then sit down on its haunches, thumping its tail, dog-like, in the snow.\n\nEveryone in the party, Tryntha in particular, relaxes.\n\nSilently, a dozen figures rise from the snow. The men are wearing hooded, white cloaks. They have your group surrounded, except for Tryntha who now stands outside their circle. She passed within three feet of one of the men, but did not notice him.\n\nShaking the snow from their camouflage, they lower their hoods, revealing themselves to be Rashemi. They carry no bows or crossbows, but their battleaxes are well-worn and the warriors heft them with practiced ease.\n\nOne addresses you in accented common, \"You are not welcome here, strangers. Go back from whence you came. Proceed no farther along this road.\"" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nFaluil's first instinct is to raise his bow, but thinks better of it when he sees all twelve men. He keeps it down and pats his horse on the neck to keep it calm.\n\n Should I say anything? They aren't bandits, so we're safe if we go back, but...we need to press forward. \n\nHe breathes calmly and closes his eyes.\n\n I'll let someone else tell them our reasons for being here, as I'm no good with words. Best let one of our more charming comrades take care of that. " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, All-round useless idiot \n And just why can't we go further? I mean, here we are, needing to go over there he points in the direction the road travels but you're all in our way! So before we impart anything to you , why don't you give us a couple of good reasons why we should turn back at all, and then we can explain why you should get the hells out of our way. \n\nDespite the situation, fear has not bought it's presence to his head - Maybe he just doesn't have the capacity. He stands relaxed and confident, hands at his sides, not making a single move towards his weapons, nor even going as far as balling his fists.\n\nOOC: Dun't tink I be's needing an timidate check, dun't tink it'd do mutch good." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nIn an uncharacteristic gesture, the ranger steps forward. He gives the newcomers the traditional greeting of Rashemi rangers, learned long ago during his trip to Rashemen. It roughly translates in Common to \" May the snow part before your steps. \"\n\nThen he switches to Common, to allow everyone to follow what he is saying. \" We have come to you in an hour of need. Ours most assuredly, but yours too, soon. \"\nHe suddenly realizes he is rushing things, and takes a deep breath. \" Forgive me. I am Adalmar, a ranger of the Great Dale, and my traveling companions are, well, of very diverse origins but many share the same goal. \"\n\n\" We have come a long way to warn you. An army of demons is coming from the West, sweeping through the land and bringing destruction in its wake. My beloved forest of Lethyr was ravaged. \" His speech is oddly formal, almost as if he had rehearsed those words in his head. Or perhaps eloquence is a way to distance himself from his emotions.\n\n\" Against this, it seemed to us that Rashemen was the only recourse, and your people the only ones capable of stemming this mad tide.\n\nWe have come to plead our cause, ask for help, and pledge our weapons where needed. Please let us pass. \"\n\nAdalmar bows his head, in an attitude of submission. For even if he could muster all the pride of the world, it would avail him nothing in front of those wary guardians.\n\nHe also realizes a bit too late that not everybody may agree with what he said.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm, I feel like I may have made some syntactical/grammatical/... mistakes. Please point them out to me ! [non-native speaker] \n\nedit: oops, simul-post. I don't really want to edit though, so I'll pretend it was simultaneous to Grynde's actions.\n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe wood elf winces as Grynde snaps at the ambushing group.\n\n That...fool. I hope Adalmar's silver tongue can compensate for that idiot's manners. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "OOC: Kevka, I think you mean \"The wood elf winces as Grynde snaps\".\n\n Retay, big guy with axe \n\nSeeing the guardians rise from the snow, Retay drops his bow, unhesitatingly. He stands back and tries to look unthreatening - which isn't easy for a muscled, fur-clad, axe-wielding, 6'5\"-tall barbarian. He watches the locals in respectful silence. It seems strange that the mad axe-fighter who slew the frost worm should be so much less militant than others like the half-elf.\n\n Not only spirits guard this land, he thinks." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances over at Adalmar as he makes his impassioned plea to the white-cloaked guards, his hands not moving from his daggers. His eyes flash over to Tryntha, who has already passed the wolf and appears to be free to travel.\n\n \"What he said,\" says Damian, indicating Adalmar. \"Plus we're her guard,\" nodding towards Tryntha. \"She can vouch for us. Unless you're happy to let a native of this land travel the woods unaccompanied.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel sheathes her sword as soon as she sees that the \"wolf\" and the men that had popped out of the snow mean them no immediate harm.\nBefore she can speak Adlamar and Grynde start talking at the same time. She silently applauds Adlamar and represses the urge to knock Grynde senseless. After such a long time, and the loss of many companions, she and Katrine were close to their goal and she'd be damned if she let some jackass prevent her from reaching the Iron Lord.\n\nShe turns to Grynde and gives him a strained smile, \" I think you'd better shut up. Right now. \"\n Intimidate: (1d20+10=21) " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nShooting a stern look at Grynde, Tanner can only hope that it will not be long before he can be rid of this 'companion.' If nothing else, perhaps he will upset the Rashemi enough to warrant a lesson. Although he is accepted in Immilmar, Tanner knows that his influence over the Rashemi means nothing out here. Tanner relaxes a bit when Adalmar speaks; Tanner wishes to help assuage the situation despite Grynde's arrogance.\n\nTanner adds in Rashemi, \"Brave warriors and sentinels to the land - what Adalmar speaks of it true. Detain us if necessary, but please get word to your lord at Immilmar.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nooc: Hoping to aid another diplomatically Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde OOC: Very nice mistake, Kevka Palazzo\n\nHe's a bit too difficult to intimidate with just one person, but when he realises the rest of the group would rather be quiet and not fight like some kind of big collective coward, he gives up, not sure where to look with a number of hostile faces wherever his met them.\n\n Gondsman, huh. Do they teach all Gondsmen to be that annoying, or is it just this one? \n\nOOC (again): With any luck, Darius, you'll be stuck with me for a long time.🙂" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n That has to be more words than Adalmar has spoken in the entire time I've known him. \n\nKhazrael nods and tosses in his own version of the truth.\n\n\"Besides, the road leading we came in on was buried in an avalanche and we lack the resources to traverse it. Our supplies are running low and we'll die out here without help.\"\n\nooc: Bluff check. 1d20+12=30 " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Rashemi leader turns to Tryntha and addresses her in their native tongue. \"Do the strangers speak the truth?\" \n\nThe other Rashemi seem unperturbed by Grynde's outburst, as if that kind of rude behavior is what they expect from outsiders." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nBowing to the leader of the squad the Rashemi healer addresses him with an authorotative tone in her voice none have heard before:\n\n [Rashemi]\"I cannot confirm their story of an approaching army personally, but I believe them to be speaking the truth. These are good people, and have risked much to warn our people of a possible threat. It is my intent to bring them before the Iron Lord that he may judge them for himself. They are not familiar with our lands and the perils have already taken a toll from many of them. An escort to Immilmar would be greatly appreciated.\"[/Rashemi] \n Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian leans to Khazrael and whispers as Tryntha and the Rashemi talk. \"I don't get it. We were part of a caravan headed for Immilmar. Surely they would've let it through, but not us alone? Or maybe the caravan would've also been turned back?\" \n \"Anyway, if they let us through, it's a good thing you ran into us, then. Getting through here on your own wouldn't've been easy.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nPuzzled, the ranger listens to the exchange in silence. That he would be considered a complete stranger shows that the times must be dire indeed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDR, I just wanted to remind you that he looks partly Rashemi (his father was), and he speaks it rather well, too.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar is a bit disappointed to be lumped in with the rest of the \"strangers\" despite his part-Rashemi heritage, but he reminds himself that his clothing and company mark him as a foreigner, and he has to admit that the Rashemi are not the only people to discriminate against those of mixed race (as any half-elf or half-orc could attest to).\n\nDamian also is puzzled by the Rashemi hostility. On the other hand, as he looks around at the motley band of survivors, he has to admit that the group he is traveling with is suspicious-looking. It would be one thing to show up at Immilar's gates as a part of a wagon train with a (presumably) reputable caravan master. It's another thing to be a dozen armed vagabonds found trampling through Rashemi territory on foot in the middle of Deepwinter.\n\nA few of the Rashemi have trouble hiding their smirks as young Tryntha addresses their captain so boldly. The captain, however, listens to her words seriously and bows gently at her command." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner listens intently to what Tryntha says. He ignores the smirks of the warriors, tacking them up to typical bravado; Tanner's eyes bore into the captain until Tanner sees the body language indicating the decision had been made. It is then when Tanner turns and quietly translates to the others,\n \"Tryntha has informed the rangers of our plight, and she has asked the Rashemi to accompany us to Immilmar. It appears that the captain sees the need and is willing to help us.\" Tanner locks his gaze on Grynde when he speaks his last sentence, \"Let us not jeopardize this momentary truce with rash words or actions.\" \n\nTanner will continue to stare at Grynde until the half-elf acknowledges his understanding of the gravity of the situation before Tanner files behind Tryntha." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAgainst his better judgement, which is probably a good thing for the group, he keeps quiet. He casts a few dark scowls at Tryntha and the apparent leader of the warriors, but remains silent.\nHowever, Tanner, whom he has taken somewhat of a dislike to, begins to glare at him rather pointedly, which bothers him to no end.\n\n Yeah, yeah, whatever, human he says angrily I'll keep my mouth shut. \n But maybe he mutters darkly once Tanner is out of earshot Maybe you could try shutting yours as well, I could help, if I removed your head it'd make the whole thing a lot damn easier... \nHe continues to think painful thoughts about several of the group members and will follow along at the back of a walking group if it occurs." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Edit: Whoopsie - this was meant to be in the OOC section. Sorry\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Matticus \n Grynde \n Yeah, yeah, whatever, human he says angrily I'll keep my mouth shut. \n But maybe he mutters darkly once Tanner is out of earshot Maybe you could try shutting yours as well, I could help, if I removed your head it'd make the whole thing a lot damn easier... \nHe continues to think painful thoughts about several of the group members and will follow along at the back of a walking group if it occurs. \n \n\nFor being such a tough guy, he sure is a coward." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nReturning the bow to the captain, Tryntha offers words of gratitude and then returns to the group, carefully moving past the wolf once more.\n\n \"These proud warriors of Rasheman will escort us to Immilmar, where I hope to facilitate your meeting with the Iron Lord to apprise him of these threats to these lands. Please do not take offense if the men are not exactly...friendly. We have dealt with the harsh machinations of the lands on our borders for long enough that we have become quite suspicious of outsiders.\" \n\nThe healer waits to field any questions or comments from the survivors before preparing for the final push to Immilmar with her countrymen." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's pale blue eyes search the Rashemi axemen, trying to analyze their intent.\n\n Who are these guys? Are we supposed to trust them? They could be robbers for all we know. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel keeps a close eye on Grynde, making sure that he doesn't spoil anything with another outburst. A feeling of relief washes over her when she hears that the they will be allowed to pass, more than that, that they will be escorted. For once things seem to be working out.\n\nIt's a nice change, but she still has mixed feelings about many in the group. Her thoughts turn to the mask that she and Katrine have been hauling around for months now. We could show it to them and it might back up our story, or it could land us in trouble if these men arn't who they say they are. \nFalling back Tiriel joins Katrine and asks her what she thinks about her idea.\n\n(ooc I know blackfox said she'd be out of town.)" }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": "Olfacht\n\nOlfacht has been silent the entire time, somewhat uncomfortable with Grynde's reaction. After all, he's in the business of staying alive. And he likes it when business is good. Business would not be so good, however, if the group were to piss off every stranger they come across.\n\nHowever, he does understand Grynde's concern. After all, a healthy dosage of paranoia does help keep people alive." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe ranger breathes a sigh of relief when Tanner relates the good news to them and Tryntha confirms it.\n\nHe eyes the Rashemi suspiciously nevertheless. The wolf wasn't hostile to them-indeed, it seemed to be their ally-but that didn't mean that they were particularly accepting about his band. But he smiled and said,\n\n \"Then I thank them for their assistance. Thank you for facilitating a mutual understanding, Tryntha.\" \n\nWith a short bow to Tryntha and the Rashemi leader, he begins to relax.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAt this point, I'd imagine everyone is on edge and alert, possibly even listening for anything wrong. So this is a listen check to hear Grynde's little complaint.\n\n Listen - (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyebrows remain furrowed, slightly unsettled by the sudden armed Rashemi guard. He looks over to Adalmar and whispers quietly, \"How far are we from Immilmar? We didn't seem to be that close, although this godforsaken snow may be playing tricks on me. And a guard this far out from the city seems strange... unless they're worried about something.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Without speaking further, the Rashemi captain leads the way westward, the wolf loping at his side. With a small hand movement, he signals for two of this men to move forward ahead of your group. They raise their hoods and advance until they are lost from sight.\n\nThe remainder of the Rashemi scatter to the sides and rear of your party, disappearing from view.\n\nTryntha converses briefly with the captain before falling back to the main group. She has learned that these men are members of the Wolf berserker lodge and have been on a routine scouting mission. Immilmar lies ahead two days journey on foot.\n\nTiriel and Katrin converse quietly together. Katrin keeps a hand on her pack protectively as they whisper to each other.\n\nGrynde sulks at the rear of the group. His eyes glaring out from beneath his lowered brow.\n\n...\n\nLate in the day, the more sharp-eared of you hear a series of bird calls. The Rashemi captain raises his hand, stopping in his tracks. He kneels and motions for the rest of you to do the same. The wolf crouches, his nose sniffing the wind." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nIn an unusual surge of pride, he had been about to reply to the \"harsh machinations of the lands on our borders\"... but he bit it back instead. An end to strife was what he longed for.\n\nTo Damian, he replied, obviously surprised that one could doubt the Rashemi : \" Immilmar should be at most three days away. But really, I don't think it's strange. We... They are a careful people. \"\n\n...\n\nAdalmar drops into a crouch, one hand already reaching towards his quiver. If a surprise awaits them, he doesn't expect it to be good - not after the trolls, vampires and aboleths." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael sinks into a low crouch and allows his pent-up magical energy to bristle outward. His mind dances over the spells he knows as he readies himself for any coming danger." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner remains quiet for much of the trek. When danger approaches, the Gondsman instinctively reaches for the wheel-cog holy symbol around his neck as he says a prayer to his god and extends it to those around him - locking it to them with positive energy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ncast prayer and make it persistent. All allies (even Grynde 😛 )within 40' of Tanner gains a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a –1 penalty on such rolls.\n " }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " Olfacht \n\nInstinctively, Olfacht charges up his magical energy, ready to react upon a moments notice and... cast a cover for himself so he can be safe from danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOlfacht is holding his action, but if something vicious looking pops up, he's casting invisibility on himself\n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nPleased with the development of the crossing of the two groups' paths Tryntha tried to remain close to the captain to act as an intermediary if further necessary.\n\nShe halted immediately at the signal and took to watching the wolf, trusting it's keen senses would find any danger before anyone else." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian quickly drops to his knees, setting his daggers on the ground. With a crude thrust forward of his hands, and a single arcane word, his dull eyes flare for a brief moment, before returning grey. Those nearby him feel a gentle woosh of air, as though an invisible force had suddenly emanated from him. His eyes quickly scan the skies, his arms reaching back to draw his crossbow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting shield . Those with Spellcraft who recognize the spell would note that both the words of power and the gestures Damian uses are remarkably primitive - so much so that you're half surprised they worked .\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nAfter learning their identity, Retay looks at the men with even more respect. He had much looked forward to meeting the 'great warriors of Rashemen' in Immilmar.\n\n...\n\nRetay drops into a crouch, retrieving his bow again. He stares all around him, looking and listening for any danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI guess this might be a good time for some checks...\n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 20 ](23) \n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 10 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Rashemi captain drops even lower, lying prone in the snow. The wolf similarly lies flat.\n\nTwo hundred feet ahead, a group of six large creatures moves out of a copse of evergreens and shambles out onto the road, heading northward.\n\nThe wind blows in your faces. The creatures appear to be unaware of your presence.\n\nAt first the creatures appear to be a sleuth of large bears, their coats shaggy and snow covered. Strangely, however, the animals ambulate on their hind legs, and when one turns its head, the sunlight glints off of a sharp beak set in the middle of its face ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks around in some confusion as first their escort and then her travling companions go on alert. She knows something is wrong but since no one had clued her in as to what exactly was happening, she just follows suite and drops to the snow next to Katrine.\n\nWhen the large shaggy shapes emerge she decides to stick with the age old moto and be \"safe rather than sorry,\" and prepares to draw her sword. Then she looks to the Rashemi captian for direction, waiting to see if he plans to engage the animals or wait them out." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner gets low to the ground like the others. Unfortunately, his breastplate prevents him from getting as low as the others. He keeps his head up so he can watch to see if the creatures approach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n\nAlso, just to remind you all, we get +1 on skill checks. 😉\n \n\n\nEdit: Ouch - I guess the sunlight glints off of his breastplate. 😳" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAs the Rashemi guard drop to the ground, Damian follows their lead, pulling his crossbow free and slinking quietly out of sight, sliding under a cover of free snow and shuffling to distribute it over himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+14)[ 31 ] \n \n\n\nAs he slips into his hiding spot, he notices Tanner's poor attempt to conceal himself, needing almost to squint to keep from being blinded off of the metal gleam. He smirks confidently. Amateur ." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde. \n\nFor a brief moment, he considers standing up and yelling , but he isn't that stupid. Instead he flattens himself onto the cold ground, trying to hide from the lumbering beasts.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Hide Check\" - (1d20+9)[ 12 ](21) \nThat better've worked.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith no sound or movement signalling a spell being cast, the shadows in the immediate area lengthen and twist, making things palpably darker.\n\nKhazrael makes no real motion of his own, perhaps assuming his hiding place is good enough already.\n\n((OOC: Using my darkness spell-like, which as described has no verbal or somatic components.\n Hide: 1d20+3=8 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although several members of the party are able to hide as well as the Rashemi clansmen, some of the others are not quite so stealthy, and there is no easy way to hide Faluil's horse.\n\nOne of the half-owl, half-bear creatures turns its head, and locks its eyes onto the horse. With a sharp bark, it alerts the others, who freeze in place, turning their heads to look toward the party.\n\nThe expressions of the owl-bears is almost comical - surprised big round eyes and an incongruously-placed beaks where snouts should be." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n The horse! By the furnace, those things are going to come over here and feast on that horse, Tanner thinks to himself. I am not going to let that happen. \n\nTanner then watches and waits. He whispers to the captain first in Rashemi then in common so the party will know of Tanner's plan, \"Where are your men? I do not want to singe them with my wall of fire.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Damn it. Well, time for a little lightni -- \"Where are your men? I do not want to singe them with my wall of fire.\" \n\nKhazrael sighs at Tanner's statement. An unseen man could just as easily be in the way of a lightning bolt. Instead he calmly begins casting some more simple, less destructive spells.\n\n((OOC: Casting Jump and Expiditious Retreat on myself while the owlbears approach. The darkness effect is centered on myself, and extends 20 feet in every direction for the next 70 minutes. 20% miss chance on attacks made against people in the shade.\nInitiative: 1d20+1=12 ))" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nHaving knelt near the captain, the healer hoped the creatures would pass by, but she had forgotten about the horse. Seeing their attention focused towards them, Tryntha began calling to the spirits of the land to come to her aid.\n\n Initiative - (1d20)[ 3 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\nBegin casting Summon Monster IV bringing into being a Celestial Lion.\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian silently sizes up the oncoming creatures, his crossbow held ready as they grow nearer. The darkness clouding the area unnerves him slightly, and when his eyes fail to locate the source, he switches senses, his eyes shifting to a clear sky blue.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect Magic , first time/day.\n \n\n\nNoting the emanation from Khazrael, he relaxes slightly. He shoots a harsh but quiet whisper over. \"A warning would've been nice.\" \n\nAfter that, he silently waits for the creatures to come into range of his crossbow." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nKnowing his horse is so visible, Faluil gives it a sharp slap to send it running and mutters a short prayer to Oghma to protect him. For an instant, translucent blue armor covers his body and shimmers before going invisible.\n\n I can only hope these creatures will pass us by peacefully. If not...well they are not natural-looking, that is for certain. \n\n(OOC: Cast mage armor , Initiative = (1d20+3)[ 23 ] , hope it goes well)" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Well crap. That was a waste; we only lost the element of surprise. Tiriel thinks bitterly to herself. She's about to stand up when suddenly everything turns dim, not dark, but darker . She doubts that the owl-bear-things cast the spell so she ignores it.\n\nThe mention of a wall of fire does pique her interest though. She hisses at Tanner, \" No! No wall of fire or whatever it is. At least not near us. We're surrounded by snow and ice, the last thing we need is a river to wade through.\n\"If you can cast it near the monsters, go ahead. It will slow them down, otherwise it's just a danger to us. \"\n\nTiriel hands her pack to Katrine. And after some hesitation, draws her sword realizing that she, the barbarian that downed the worm, and few others are equipped to take the front line. [hr]\nooc: the owlbears are 200 feet away, which is still out of bow shot for Tiriel by 90'. She could probably get 1-2 shots off before they close, but she's just going to draw her sword and get ready to charge them - hopefully putting some distance between the archers and the owlbears. Good idea? I hope some of the others join her.... 🫤" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, oxymoronic barbarian-who-doesn't-want-to-fight-close-up \n\nSeeing their cover is blown, and the rest of the party preparing for a fight, Retay quickly lets off two shots, intending to wound the creatures a little before they have to fight.\n\n \"What are those things?\" he wonders aloud. \"And why are there so many things intent on killing us around here?\" \n \n Spoiler \n[roll0] - initiative\nFull-round action to shoot at random owlbears:\n[roll1] attack, including bless and range penalty\n[roll2] damage, including bless \n[roll3] attack, including bless and range penalty\n[roll4] damage, including bless \n\nOOC: I believe Retay can fire 141-210ft with a -4 penalty... and from that far away, he's not terribly concerned about being attacked. And, assuming we ever get to Immilmar, losing arrows isn't a problem in his mind. So front-liner or not, he likes to shoot until he's forced to charge. Sure, we want to keep them away from the softer members of the party, but that doesn't negate the strategy of wearing the opponent down first. (Of course, Retay doesn't know the rules about range, or about how many things you can do per round...)\n \n\n\nEDIT: Dang it, I got a \"You must wait 60 seconds between posts. Please wait 1 second\" message, and it's ruined all my rolls. 😡" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " \n Spoiler \nTrying the rolls again.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 6 ](8) \n Attack 1 - (1d20+7)[ 13 ](20) \n Damage - (1d20+3)[ 13 ](16) \n Attack 2 - (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) \n Damage - (1d20+3)[ 12 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe gets up from his crouch in the snow, where he was hidden as well as anyone and promptly fires two arrows at the owlbears.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe had taken 10 on Hide => 25.\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n Manyshot - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] (including prayer bonuses and range penalty)\n (1d8+3)[ 4 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (elec.)\n (1d8+3)[ 11 ] (1d6)[ 4 ] (elec.)\n\nedit: and of course I forgot the Favored Enemy damage : add +2 damage to each arrow.\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe looks up from his latest snowy faceplant area.\n What's all the ruckus? \nSuddenly realising that half a dozen large bears with beaks are heading towards them, he jumps to his feet, draws his shortswords from his back, and without even slight hesitation begins towards the beasts, ready to fight them all.\n\nOOC: No worries, kuja.girl, the character you don't like'll help Tiriel.\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 1 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "In an eyeblink, several of you break cover and begin peppering the owlbears with arrows. The creatures open their beaks, hissing, and begin loping towards your position.\n\nFaluil slaps his horse, sending it galloping back the way you came.\n\nNone of the other Rashemi are visible. The Rashemi captain ignores Tanner's question, his eyes narrowed with anger.\n\nRising, he turns, sending snow flying, and makes a hand gesture towards the rear, in the direction of the fleeing horse.\n\nNothing happens for a few seconds as the horse flees, then suddenly two Rashemi explode from beneath the surface of the snow. Their battleaxes flash in the sunlight as one takes the horse's legs out and the other administers a coup de grace, severing the horse's head from its body. Hot blood pours out into the snow, steaming.\n\nThe Rashemi captain is already in motion, grabbing Tryntha by the elbow, he runs towards the slain horse. He shouts in Rashemi, then translates his own words into Common, \"Fall back!\"\n\nObediently, six other Rashemi burst from their hiding places, flanking your position by 100 feet. They too begin to run at full speed away from the owlbears." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n These guys are idiots, how can they hope to outrun wild animals? \n\nKhazrael seems to juggle the idea of fighting or staying for a moment. He weaves his hands in a complex pattern, then holds his arms out in front of him and fires a bolt of lightning at the creatures. The electricity gives off a lurid purple light, rather than its old blue-white color.\n\nHe seems to change his mind immediately, and moves with the barbarians at inhuman speed. Rather than running, he springs like a grasshopper, clearing abnormal distances with each hop.\n\n((OOC: Lightning bolt:\n 6d6=20 , DC 16 for half, then moving 60 feet with the barbarians. If the owlbears are lined up so that more than one can be hit by the 120 foot line, Khazrael will aim for them rather than a single target.))" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, enraged wood elf \n\nAt first, Faluil slaps his forehead with his palm as several of the other warriors start shooting at the owlbears. Then as the Rashemi warriors cut down his horse he feels nothing but anger.\n\nWhile, as an elf, he would be around several several hundred years old when he died, he still loved his horse. The horse had been with him since he left Myth Drannor for Silverymoon, a good twenty years. Then it had been a colt, but it grew and he loved it as a companion, not just a tool.\n\nAt first he aims his bow at the Rashemi warriors responsible...but he takes an instant to think.\n\n No...no...they just want to slow the creatures down...our lives are more important...our lives are more important...but there are so many of us! We could have killed them! Dammit! \n\nHe spins back around and launches three quick arrows at the first owlbear that Khazrael launched a lightning bolt at, screaming as he does it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \n Reroll because the forums suck sometimes (1d20+9=29) \n Attack 3 - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 6 ] \n\nHoly crap! Two natural 20s in a row!? Awesome. Like...vindication.\n\n Critical confirmations and damage, if applicable (1d20+9=28, 3d8+3=18, 1d20+9=23, 3d8+3=16) \n\nMmm...high damage and two confirmed criticals. Something is going to die, I'm sure.\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde, bewildered Half-Elf \n Where're y'all going? Don't we have beasts to fight?? \nHe looks around, shocked at the Rashemi warriors. WARRIORS? They're little pansy boys!! \n Ahh, run!! I'm sure the rest of us aren't scared!! Right? \nDumbfounded, he shrugs his shoulders, looking apprehensively towards the large animals. Shrugging again, he readies his swords, obviously ready to fight, but keeping an eye on the others in case they decide to run.\n\nOOC: Why're they running exactly? Are we the ones getting to fight? Is anyone else going to be doing this 'running'?" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen the sudden action bursts around him, Damian breaks cover and fires towards the nearest beast with his crossbow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] (no range modifier applied because I don't know the range)\n[roll=Damage]1d8+2d6[/roll] (assuming sneak attack damage applies because he was hidden)\n \n\n\nBursting upwards, he glances around - bizarre confusion shines in his eyes when the Rashemi slaughter Faluil's horse. What the... Yet the Rashemi commander ordering a retreat still causes him to begin falling back. Their actions may be bizarre, but he had no intention of fighting these creatures alone." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin is confused at the actions of the Rashemi warriors. She slings Tiriel's pack on her back and retreats while drawing her loaded crossbow with her right hand and her shortsword with her left. She watches the Rashemi warriors, the owlbears, and everything else around for a clue about what in the Nine Hells is going on." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nStill amidst the summoning spell she was casting, Tryntha immediately obeys the captain's orders as he grabs her elbow. She hurries to try and match his stride as he flees towards the felled horse.\n\n \"If these warriors say to flee, I would head their words. These beasts are no natural occurances and the captain will know our chances against them best.\" \n\n[edit] I doubt the sneak attack would apply as the beasts are something like 100-200 feet away. Ranged sneak only applies with 30'" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nStanding up, Tiriel prepares for the coming fight. She sees the elf ranger send his horse away and then watches in shock as the Rashemi slaughter it. What in the hell... oh. Still, I don't like it. It'll only slow them down. One horse isn't enough to satisfy that many monsters. Tiriel hesitates before joining Katrine in a retreat. She takes her pack back from her friend and checks to see if there are any stranglers that need help, making sure that Faluil joins them despite his anger." }, { "author": "Kawaii Catboy", "message": " Desmona \n\n\"Owlbears. Why did it have to be owl bears? And...why are we running away?\"\n\nDesmona feels frustrated. Sure, killing the horse was a good way to draw the owlbears' attention, but surely with a Rashemi party and the addition of this group they could have fought with no casualties.\n\nStill, it was probably Faluil's fault for not controlling his horse. Sending it out like that just made it the better decision for the group of owlbears to attack, and it was probably merciful to kill it instantly like the Rashemi did rather than let it be torn apart by the hodge-podged creatures.\n\nDesmona leaps up and falls back with the rest of the group. \"Stop shooting and start running!\" She barks, turning tail. There was no way she would be fighting without the support of all the group. Right now there was nothing she could do about the matter except try to keep everyone together and alive." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nRight after he starts to turn and run, a brief thought crosses his mind, and he quickly stows his crossbow, turns, and grabs his daggers on the ground.\n\nThe beasts closing quickly, he then turns and bolts after the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: yeah, that's probably next round, but he wouldn't leave the daggers there. Others might have movement penalties, though, so he might not be that far behind (woo mithral armor).\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by kuja.girl \n Tiriel \n\nThe mention of a wall of fire does pique her interest though. She hisses at Tanner, \" No! No wall of fire or whatever it is. At least not near us. We're surrounded by snow and ice, the last thing we need is a river to wade through.\n\"If you can cast it near the monsters, go ahead. It will slow them down, otherwise it's just a danger to us. \" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner begins to understand Grynde's distaste for members of the group when berated by Tiriel. He nearly answers her with a retort when the darkness envelopes him. She lectures me about wise uses of spells when now none of us can see anything - let alone know where those things are, Tanner thinks to himself.\n\nThe Gondsman casts his eagle's splendor then transforms himself in a holy manner and takes flight over the scene - surveying the area.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nooc: Two rounds of action - eagle's splendor then persist the lesser holy transformation and fly straight up out of melee range to get out of the darkness effect.\n\n Init - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The owlbears charge, alternately galloping on four limbs, or rearing up to run for a distance on two.\n\nThe arrows seem to have little effect on the creatures, though the lightning bolt can not be ignored. A puff of feathers accompanies a shriek of pain as one of the owlbears is struck.\n\nMost of the party, including Lissa, Achkby, and the others, retreat, albeit relucantly. The shadowy illumination moves with you (or at least with Khazrael), partially concealing your movements from the owlbears. The Rashemi run swiftly, but without panic, staying in a loose skirmish line, stretching north and south. They keep running even as the line passes the steaming corpse of Faluil's horse.\n\nFrom up above, Tanner can see what is not so obvious from ground level - the Rashemi are heading for a copse of pines surrounding a small rocky knoll - a defensible position. The owlbears, however, are running faster than almost all of the party members. If not distracted, the owlbears would easily run down his fleeing companions.\n\nOnly Faluil and Grynde remain where they were standing, facing the owlbear charge. Perhaps both have encountered owlbears before, for neither appears to show much fear of the beasts.\n\nThe ground begins to rumble as the six owlbears converge on the elf and half-elf. Both can't help noticing that the creatures are much larger than they expected at first. The smallest one is at least 9 feet tall. The larger ones may be 12 feet or more tall when stretched upright. Perhaps the arctic versions of the owlbear are larger than their cousins from the more temperate climates that Faluil and Grynde are familiar with?\n\nThe giant owlbears close the gap with frightening rapidity, their beaks snapping ..." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil, deciding that death isn't worth it \n\nWhen the creatures get closer, and Faluil sees just how large they are, he realizes that his little stand perhaps isn't quite worth it.\n\nHe puts his feelings behind him as he calls up the spell to drastically increase his run speed and bolts, becoming a blur as he retreats.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI cast expeditious reatreat and took off. So this turn I got 60 feet away, next turn I'll be another 240.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael slows his pace just a bit, and unleashes another lightning bolt as he does. Peals of laughter accompany the crack of thunder from his spell. Despite the danger, he seems to be enjoying himself.\n\n((OOC: 6d6=25 Reflex 16 for half. Khazrael will move as fast as he needs to to keep pace with everyone else, and no faster.))" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nFrom his lofty height, Tanner gains insight in the Rashemi plan. He looks down at Faluil and Grynde in time to see Faluil take off with accelerated movement akin to some spell. That leaves Grynde. Tanner knows Grynde is going to be a tasty snack for those creatures.\n\nTanner looks at the owlbears rapidly approaching and gauges their distance. I must give them ALL time! Tanner summons the fires of Gond's forge and swoops down yelling, \" Follow the Rashemi - there is a defensible position there !\" He extends his hand to Grynde to take as he flies towards the one of the party he least wishes to save.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTanner creates a wall of fire 140' long and at an angle funneling the owlbears away from the defensible position (and Grynde).\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, retreating \"barbarian\"? \n\nRetreating only because the others were, Retay moves with the slowest of the group, prepared to fight at any moment. He stares at Grynde's back and wonders why he merely stands there, when the Wolf Lodge members - obviously, he thinks, experts on the creatures here - were falling back.\n\n \"Half-elf!\" he barks. \"We're going! Gods, you can't stand up to them alone .\" \n\nRealises the closing creatrures are even bigger than he'd thought, Retay flinches, and grips his bow tightly. Oh no, oh no, oh no... " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe stares upwards, face blank, not surprised this time to see the man flying. He does not move for a moment, and then he yells out ' FINE!!! ', practically throws a sword back into it's sheath, and grasps Tanner's hand." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin glances back at the advancing owlbears before deciding to follow Tanner's advice and keep running. Arrows did not seem to do much against the owlbears in any case, and arrows were all she could use against them." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel watches in dumb amazement as the ranger and the half-elf stand their ground. She decides to keep going however, she barely knows these people and the half-elf at least has proved himself nothing but a pain-in-the-ass.\n\nThen the priest starts flying (again), and the ranger starts running, fast. And it looks like the 2 straglers have been taken care of." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael cackles sadistically as he blasts another owlbear.\n\nA wall of flame erupts from the snow, halting the owlbears in their tracks. Tanner swoops down to aid Grynde.\n\nThe others continue to retreat and are directed back toward a forested knoll by the Rashemi. Plunging into the trees, you turn and catch your breath as the others join you.\n\nThe Rashemi take up positions behind the pines, hidden from view, watching the owlbears closely. Before Khazrael can fire another lightning bolt, one Rashemi grabs his wrist and shakes his head, no. \n\nThe bears circle around the wall of flame cautiously. They pad forward until they reach the horse. Sitting on their haunches, they flay the horse's flesh with their claws, their beaks snapping bones like twigs.\n\nThe wind continues to favor you, blowing in your direction, preventing the owlbears from scenting your presence." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe feigns a petulant frown at the barbarian, but can't contain his amusement and slowly cracks a grin. As the excitement slacks off a bit, he turns to counting his allies and seeing if any were lost." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe has been retreating but at a slower pace than most of the group, because he would turn around and loose arrows every few strides. Most of them missed unfortunately.\n\nFinally reaching the trees, he starts to look for one that he could easily climb.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOnce more, I have to retcon : this time, Adalmar - who rarely leaves people behind - tried to help the two fighters... but failed (that way i don't have to roll).\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nMaintaining his hold on Grynde and his hold on the spell, Tanner strains with the effort. Once he gets close to the trees, he slows up and flies lower to the ground until he comes to a stop and rests Grynde on the ground. Tanner then locates the unnatural shadows and gauges their source afterwhich he moves near the Rashemi captain where he can be hidden among the trees.\n\n \"Shall I end concentration on the wall of fire, or shall we use it to mask our travels along the road?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nHeading towards the tiny forest, Damian brushes by Tryntha as he slips between the trees. \"I'm sorry to say, I'm beginning to seriously dislike your homeland,\" \nhe mentions offhand, chuckling slightly before ducking away.\n\nHe then sheathes his two daggers and once again draws his crossbow. Ducking behind a tree, he glances over at the Rashemi and wonders. Do they actually have a plan? Or are they merely winging it? Do they even know what these things are? Loading a second bolt, he glances for a better hiding spot and conceals himself in shadow, waiting for the beasts to come closer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+14)[ 31 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, barbarian \n\nRetay ducks behind a tree, peering out at the huge owlbears uncertainly.\n\nHe takes the chance to get out his greataxe and lean it against the tree for quick retrieval.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin's first impulse (which she quickly supresses, remembering being warned against it as a child) is to climb a tree to evade the owlbears' reaching claws. Instead, she takes her chances on the ground, where she hopes increased maneuverability could save her from being torn to pieces by the owlbears. She casts her eyes about for a hiding place...\n\n(OOC: ...and stumbles into plain sight with the sun glinting off every piece of metal on her body... stupid InvisibleCastle natural 1's. 🤢\n Hide Check (1d20+22=23) )" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nHis eyes flicking out from his hiding spot frequently, Damian catches a glimpse of Katrin slipping into the shadows. His eyes widen as she stumbles awkwardly, clearly catching her foot on a random piece of underbrush... and yet she still neatly vanishes from sight. Perhaps not as cleanly as he did, but clearly, without the unlucky trip, he never even would've seen her disappear.\n\nHis voice hushed, he whispers quietly, \"Neat trick. Looks like I could learn a few things from you - just not 'how to avoid tripping,' although to be fair, that one gets me, too.\" \n\n(OOC: psst, natural 1s aren't automatic failures for skill checks, and a 23 certainly isn't \"plain sight.\")" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nOnce under the realative safety of the trees Tiriel seeks out the Rashemi captian. In hushed tones she asks, \" Do you plan to wait them out, or should we prepare for a battle? \"\n\nooc: well, the question had to be asked." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain speaks softly but with a clipped tone, as though making an effort not to explode in anger.\n\n\"We will wait here until the creatures leave. Please ask your companions to refrain from provoking them any further.\"\n\nHe eyes Khazrael with particular venom as he says this.\n\nMeanwhile, the owlbears continue to consume Faluil's horse, hide, flesh, entrails, bone and all. Even at a distance, the sight and sounds that carry across to the copse are mildly nauseating ..." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nFully understanding the restraint the Captain is exhibiting, and likely only due to her vouching for the others, she pleads with the group in a desperate whisper,\n\n \"Please, do as they wish. This is not a fight for us. We must reach Immilmar safely. The greater good is at stake here, and should take precedence over your bloodlust and bravado!\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThough he doesn't understand the captain's language, he understands his meaning, and his grin widens, displaying a mouth full of perfectly white, wickedly sharp teeth.\n\nTryntha's words prevent him from cracking a joke, and he attempts to hold still--an incredible feat given the magic currently affecting him. Throughout his body, muscles constantly twitch and flex in anticipation, though to observers he appears to be shivering and fidgeting.\n\n I wonder where my shirt went. Every brush with death takes me one step closer to nudity... \n\nedit: Khazrael tries his best to stay put and lay low.\n\n((OOC: Hide 1d20+3=16 ))" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's frustration rises with Tryntha's words, though from his hiding spot his expression is hidden to the others. Bloodlust? Bravado? Gee, here I thought I was just trying to survive ... \n\nHis grip tightens on the crossbow, peering out from his place of concealment. I hope it is out of our safety they're keeping us from these creatures. If it's for some silly Rashemi tradition, I'm going to be very angry. " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde. \n\nHe squats down, hiding as best he can from the owlbears.\n \n Spoiler \n Hide Check \n \n\n 'Bloodlust and bravado'? Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I must've thought that being attacked by six gigantic murderous bears merited some fighting... \nHe watches the creatures devour the horse with an expression of disgust on his face, but even so, he can't tear his eyes away.\n I suppose it's better that horse than us, though... \n\nOOC: Jeez, the very best I could do on the hide check and it's still worse than Damian." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1d20)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nDoing his best to stay in the shadows, Tanner nods at the captain. After seeing Khazrael's behaviors, Tanner wonders if his revival is a good thing." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1d20+0)[ 20 ] \nI really should have put ranks in this...guess I forgot.\n \n\n\nFaluil settles into the shadows of the tree and closes his eyes. The sounds of his horse being chewed and flayed seem not to have any effect on him.\n\n Breathe...breathe...breathe...They were trying to save everyone's lives. Those things are huge, they could have torn us to pieces in an instant. Just look at what they're doing to Norwyn. \n\nFor an instant, he seems to lose his composure, and he glares at the Rashemi captain with pure hatred.\n\n No...he made the right decision, you know that. \n\nHe breathes deeply again and settles down more securely." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods slowly, \"[COLOR=\"Blue\"]I understand your... frustration. I'll do what I can to keep my friends calm. We've been through a lot lately and we've gotten a bit too used to jumping into dangerous situations.\"\nTiriel then makes her way over to where Khaz is standing and watches as the owlbears make quick workk of the ranger's horse.\n\" We'll wait for now. There's still a chance that they'll leave after they finish their meal. I know you'd rather fight them, but we might need your fire power later agaist more dangerous things. \"\n\n hide check - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n:ooc: I don't really feel the need to roll a hide check, but since all the cool kids are doing it, I'll join in too. I mean we are in a corpse of trees some ways away after all..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "It doesn't take long for the owlbears to completely consume the horse. A few of them start to lope in your general direction, causing several of you to start to raise your weapons.\n\n\"Hold!\" hisses the Rashemi captain.\n\nJust when it looks like fighting the owlbears is going to be inevitable, the bears rise up on their hind legs as one and crane their necks to the north. They either hear or smell something, though none of you can detect what it is.\n\nEagerly, they abandon what little is left of the horse carcass and begin trotting northward, away from the road.\n\nAfter waiting a judicious length of time, the captain signals to continue heading west toward Immilmar. He does not apologize for ordering the death of Faluil's horse.\n\nThe Rashemi appear to have shifted their attitudes toward your party from relative indifference to near hostility, particularly towards Khazrael; yet, they have promised you safe passage to Immilmar, and so, Tryntha knows, they will die before breaking their word.\n\nAs you trudge across the icy plain, there is plenty of time to talk. Katrin and Tiriel are fairly reserved, but Lissa and Achkby are more willing to share their experiences.\n\n\nOOC: Those who \"listen\" to Achkby and Lissa have access to the events that have occurred in the Sea of Starry Night, parts I and II, onward ... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n That horseman's pretty composed. I'd have killed them all by now. \n\nHe nods to Tirel, and remains quiet until they move away. \"Oh, there they go...\"\n\nHe fiddles with his hair, probably a bit embarassed by his own zeal, and manages to stammer out a response.\n\n\"I know they're just animals, but it's hard to run, you know? Like back at the inn, where those vampires attacked...it really galls me to see someone try something like that and get away with it. But you're right I guess--if we push our luck too far, we might just get wiped out before we can do anyone any good.\"\n\nHe flashes her a trademark grin and maintains eye contact--something he hasn't ever done with Tiriel before. As the group sets out again, the tiefling chuckles and says, \"Thanks for not just popping me one over the head like I know that berserker wants to.\"\n\nKhazrael relaxes as the spells run their course and his body returns to normal. He pays close attention to the halfling and gnome's stories, and is a bit overcome by what he hears.\n\n They've lost so much, so many friends... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nLissa and Achkby's story passes by Damian with what looks like quiet indifference - while he doesn't interrupt the story, he fails to show any emotion to the tragedies and difficulties that the group had faced. Walking up near the front of the group, his eyes frequently glance towards the Rashemi captain.\n\nHe resettles his crossbow on his back, and shifts the locations of his daggers slightly, attempting to offset his nerves and frustration. During a lull in the story, he glances over towards Tryntha. \"This trip would be much more pleasant if I didn't feel we were closer to prisoners than escorted guests.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nRetay looks devastated when he, rather belatedly, realises the Wolf Lodge members were not intending to fight the beasts. As the group moves on, he retreats inwards, becoming even less talkative than his norm.\n\nAs the party moves onwards, he hovers around the outside of the group, listening to the quiet chatter. Within a few minutes, he is gazing at the short ones, Lissa and Achkby, with what seems to be respect...\n\n \"I never thought,\" he says eventually, \"that you had been through anything like that. Even the Heroes haven't been through that much.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nInside, Lissa and Achkby's tale does shock and impress him a little; but the only emotion he shows is anger towards the Rashemi warriors. His resentment towards them is growing - Not fighting, ordering them about, and now it seems they're angry towards the group.\n Why wouldn't they let us fight? Where's the problem with a bit of killing now and then? \nHe glances around the group, eyes resting on the ones that he has taken a dislike to. Which is most of them." }, { "author": "elliott20", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Matticus \n Grynde \n\nInside, Lissa and Achkby's tale does shock and impress him a little; but the only emotion he shows is anger towards the Rashemi warriors. His resentment towards them is growing - Not fighting, ordering them about, and now it seems they're angry towards the group.\n Why wouldn't they let us fight? Where's the problem with a bit of killing now and then? \nHe glances around the group, eyes resting on the ones that he has taken a dislike to. Which is most of them. \n \n\n\n Olfacht \n Is that your knee jerk reaction to everything? Just go with it, man. Staying alive is a good thing! \n\nOlfacht tries to calm the warrior with his words, but to be quite honest, his own thoughts betray him as well. Where is this all going?" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin listens in to Lissa and Achkby's tale. She had heard it before (Lissa always being more than willing to chatter) but she enjoyed hearing the tale again, as it distracted her from thinking about her hated 'condition', something she had been doing more and more recently.\n\nWhen the tale was over, she began thinking again. Maybe I should change myself again... it's been a while... She sketches quick mental pictures of possible new disguises." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\n[ooc] I'm going to go out on a limb and assume the italicised words were his thoughts, not something he said out loud. [/ooc]\n\nThe Rashemi priestess releases the breath she had been holding as a long sigh of relief. Nodding her thanks to the Captain, both for his expertise and his patience she readies herself to continue their journey.\n\nShe listens intently as the others discuss their pasts, interested to learn more of these outlanders." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Rashemi apparently feel no compulsion to explain themselves. Even Tryntha can only guess at their thoughts. Though she too is Rashemi, she has not spent much time with members of this lodge, nor with elite fighters in general.\n\nIt occurs to her that the Rashemi were not afraid of the owlbears, but were rather loath to slay them. The owlbears were not the intruders here. We were, she thinks to herself. Being Rashemen-born herself, she understands that wild animals, even magic ones, native to this area are generally neither good nor evil.\n\nHad the party clashed directly with the owlbears, certainly either one side or the other would have been annihilated, with almost certain casualties even on the \"winning\" side.\n\nInstead, a horse was sacrificed so that further bloodshed could be avoided. She can understand why the Rashemi seem look upon Khazrael's actions with distaste. His gleeful attacks on the owlbears likely bordered on sadism in their eyes.\n\nTryntha realizes that the more time she spends with the foreigners, the more she is able to see things from their point of view.\n\n...\n\nYou spend one more night outdoors under the crystal clear night sky. You will arrive in Immilmar tomorrow, the captain advises. He looks Faluil, Grynde, and Khazrael in the eyes individually, as if challenging them to say something or to do something ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael doesn't back down from the hulking berserker. His pale blue eyes matching the much darker man's until the other moves his gaze away.\n\n Try it, buddy. I'll light you up so bright they'll see you down in Bezentil. Err--if it's still there. \n\nHe remembers Tiriel's words, however, and avoids further contact with the captain." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman floats in an out of the storytelling as her own thoughts intrude on her mind,\n\n I must not lose sight of what it is to be Rashemi while trying to connect with these outsiders. \n\nOnce the march is halted, the healer will make sure no one is having any adverse effects from the cold. If anyone is having particular trouble, she will give them magical protection from the elements.\n\n[ooc] She has 2 Endure Elements memorized, if anyone asks, they will go to the first two people to request it. [/ooc]\n\nOnce everyone is settled, she will again call upon the land to provide nourishment for all of them. There is more than enough porridge, bread, and water, and while it is filling it is not terrible appetizing or tasty." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nHolding mostly to himself for the evening, when the Rashemi captain stares down the trio, Damian's eyes narrow in disgust. Nothing any of the three did previously struck him as wrong - more like self-preservation. It wasn't as if the captain's amazingly communicative style had clearly told them that they would be able to avoid the conflict by hiding in the copse.\n\nWhen the captain's gaze drifts away from Khazrael, Damian wanders over and quietly mutters to him. \"I don't think he likes you, Khazrael.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe grins at Damian's comment. \"I'm crushed, I thought he and I would be friends.\"\n\nHe avoids the food Tryntha conjures, but makes no real show of it." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Katrin \n\nKatrin sits off to the side of the group, in the shadows cast by the fire. She opens her pack and takes a wooden case from the top of it. I love this Handy Haversack... I used to have to shuffle around for hours whenever I wanted something out of my pack... \n\nShe opens the case, which is full of small jars, pouches, and other containers. She selects a few, closes the case, and puts them on top. Then she pushes back her hood and unties the band holding back her hair. Perhaps it is just a trick of the light, but when let down, Katrin's hair seems lighter than it had been...\n\nKatrin spends about 30 minutes completing her disguise. When it is done, she calmly packs her supplies and comes to sit by Tiriel.\n\nShe looks almost completely different from her prior appearance. The scar across her cheek is gone. Her hair is several inches below her shoulders, blonde, and curly. She has the thin face and high cheekbones of a woman from the North part of the Sword Coast. Her eyes are still a striking green.\n\n \"Call me Anika.\" \n\n(OOC: Disguise Check (1d20+21=29) \n Time taken to apply disguise (1d3=3) \n\n@Diarmuid: Character thoughts are in italics , character actions are in black, character speech is in p r e t t y c o l o r s . 🙂 )" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel shrugs when Khazrael suggests that they might have been pushing their luck. In her opinion they'd left the land of \"luck\" long ago and had entered a far less forgiving place. \" All I know is that it's usually best to listen to the natives when visiting a new place. For all we know that's their sacred animal or something.\nFrom now on, please try to show more... restraint before attacking whatever pops out of the snow. \"[hr] Tiriel listens to Lissa and Achkby share their story with their new companions. Only occasionally does she contribute to the tale. The more recent events, the loss of many of their companions to the fish monstrosities (aboleths, she remembers Trinark calling them), and their separation from Callos, Aeroz, Elthan, and Trinark put her in a foul mood.\n\nShe is well aware that outsiders might have seen her choice to press on as either selfish, cold, or cowardly. But there had been little choice. When it came to matters of the mind and of magic Tiriel was no expert - and those who knew about such things and had recognized the monsters in the underdark, had urged everyone to flee. Someone had to warn the East damn it all, and though she feels remorse for leaving her friends, she knows that had their places been reversed, they'd (hopefully) done the same.[hr]\nTiriel sighs with relief when Kahzrael does not rise to the captain's baited words. She wasn't above knocking someone out to avoid trouble, but she sincerely hopes that it doesn't come to that.\nTiriel is visibly startled when an unknown blond woman comes and sits beside her. It takes her a moment to place the voice, after all tt'd been a long time since Ginerva/Katrine/ Anika had done this. So she smiles at her friend. It was nice to know that somethings, no matter how odd, never changed." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian chuckles at Khazrael's response. \"I wonder, if they had been with us when that frost beast attacked, would the members of the caravan who were ripped in two had to have asked permission before they attacked? Or would our good captain have considered them acceptable sacrifices for it as well?\" A bitter grin crosses his face.\n\n \"I certainly hope the rest of the trip is less eventful. For one thing, we're out of horses. Which means that the next thing they'll sacrifice could be one of us .\" \n\nHe chuckles heartily and looks over to Khazrael again. \"Maybe I shouldn't be standing so close to you, then!\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde [ooc] Er, what? elliott20? Did he read Grynde's mind or something? [/ooc]\n\nThe tough Rashemi warrior glares at him, he's tempted to hit the guy.\n C'mon, you bastard, try me. Just try me... \n I think I made a friend he mutters.\nHe wanders over to the food and sates his appetite. He then sits down away from the others and goes back to one of his favourite passtimes: Inspecting his blades." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe wood elf managed to compose himself fully during the rest of the day, and when the group made camp he had shifted from barely-contained anger to an acceptant calm. He had had some good times with Norwyn, but the horse was destined to die long, long before him. Given his penchant for rough adventuring, likely sooner.\n\n And they did not make it slow or painful… \n\nHe realized.\n\n They are woodsmen, like me. They know the land, and they know the creatures that stalk it. If anything, it was my more eager comrades’ faults for Norwyn’s death, though the blame is irrelevant now. \n\nLater, when the captain glares at him, Faluil is taken aback.\n\n Wha-? Have I offended them somehow? If anything, I should be glaring at the…no…I get it. What Tiriel was saying. These men are woodsmen, tuned to nature and all its glory. I should be apologizing for my erratic and irrational behavior. \n\nThe wood elf stands when the captain glares, and walks to him…and then performs a sweeping bow.\n\n ”Sir…forgive my earlier actions. I acted without thinking about this land, and though only of my own grief. I understand that my horse’s death was necessary to prevent not only our own bloodshed, but also the bloodshed of the creatures of this land. Only now do I realize that I would have done the same if we were guiding you in my homeland of Cormanthor.\" \n\nHe stands back upright and looks squarely at the captain, neither smiling nor frowning." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "At first the Rashemi warrior purses his lips at Faluil's sweeping bow as if he finds the elf's extravagant gesture somehow distasteful, but Faluil's words strike the right conciliatory tone, and the captain grunts and nods. And with that, any irritation seems to dissipate (at least towards Faluil).\n\n...\n\nAfter an uneventful night, you prepare for the final push to Immilmar. After traveling so long, it seems almost hard to believe that your destination lies only about 12 miles away.\n\nThe Rashemi, surprisingly, seem to be in good spirits in the morning, perhaps eager to return home after a long tour in the wilderness. By mid-day, however, something seems to be bothering them. They seem more tense and are even more taciturn than usual.\n\nThe captain confides in Tryntha, Something is wrong. We should have encountered one of the outer pickets by now. She relays the captain's concern to the rest of the party. Weapons are drawn, and the party proceeds forward more carefully.\n\nA whistle from one of the forward scouts causes the rest of the Rashemi to rush forward. You follow them and soon arrive at a small wooden fort - a Rashemi guard outpost.\n\nThe gates have been battered down. All is quiet from within." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me...\"\n\nA few practiced gestures grant Khazrael a sudden (and familiar) shift in form. He sinks to a stooped and bowlegged posture, and moves about with greatly enhanced speed. Not wanting to be the first one through the smashed gates, he moves about somewhat like a cockroach, impatiently waiting for someone to move through.\n\n\"Valentine couldn't have gotten here ahead of us, right?\"\n\n((OOC: Burning two level 2 slots to cast spider climb and an extended Expeditious Retreat. 6 minutes on the Spider Climb and 12 on the Expeditious Retreat))" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nRetay casts a suspicious look towards Khazrael, then looks to the rest of the party for a cue to enter.\n\nHe stands at the front of the group, axe in hand, watching and listening for even the slightest movement.\n\n \"This doesn't feel right,\" he murmurs, unnecessarily." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nUnnerved, the elf moves cautiously through the snow, trying to stay hidden while moving with the group.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHide Check (1d20+0)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\nHis bow is nocked, and he listens intently for any sign of danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n I knew it. Of course it couldn't be easy. Seeing the sudden danger, Damian moves closer to the front, glancing at the captain and the others, keeping his voice quiet. \"Maybe it would be best for some of us who are able to stay hidden to scout inside. I'm pretty sure I could get in undetected, and if my guess is right, and she's willing,\" Damian's brow furrows slightly, trying to remember the new name, \"... Anika is easily my equal or better.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAlthough he doesn't like not being able to do much except watch and wait, Tanner does this grudgingly. When the threat passes, Tanner understands and agrees with the Rashemi captain, but does not voice it, for he knows that doing so may cause a rift with the group and could come across as mockery to the Rashemi. Keeping a tight lip, he walks and listens as best he can to the story of the two others.\n\nHe rests with the others and partakes in the meal out of habit. When Anika 'joins' the group, Tanner has become less surprised by such things and merely shrugs.\n\nHowever, at the devastated outpost, the hackles on Tanner's neck stand on end. He asks, \"Aren't there able bodied trackers among us that could tell us what happened by gazing at the tracks?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe spent the trip wrapped in his own thoughts, trying to make something out of the tale that Lissa wove. This explained a lot... and raised even more questions.\n\nHe now finds himself surprisingly ready for action. He steps forward : \" I can help scouting too. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+13)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "Retay looks at Tanner, and cautiously offers, \"I'm... good at tracking... but not as good at, erm, sneaking.\" He seems uncomfortable to suggest himself as good at anything.\n\n Where's that Katrin woman gone, anyway? \n \n Spoiler \nIf needed, Survival - (1d20+11)[ 27 ] to find/study tracks.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika looks at Retay and smirks. \"I'm no good at tracking, but very good at sneaking...\" She draws her sword and disappears into the shadows.\n\n(OOC: Hide Check (1d20+22=31) )" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The snow outside the small fort has been churned up in all directions, though most of the footprints appear to center on the front gate. The gate appears to have been smashed from outside. A log lies tossed to one side and appears to have been used as a battering ram.\n\nThere are no bodies outside, nor any blood. The few intact prints are worrisome in that they appear to be bare feet ...\n\n...\n\nThe Rashemi adjust their grips on their axes, ready to assault the fort directly, but the captain recognizes that it would be prudent to scout out the situation before barging in. \"You have five minutes,\" he says to you in Common.\n\n Katrin Anika slips into the compound, hidden in the long shadows. Although it is midday, the winter sun lies low on the horizon at this latitude, giving Anika plenty of shade to work with.\n\nInside the fort is a mess. The wooden stockade has a single walkway about 5 feet above the ground. Small wooden huts cluster in the center of the outpost around a central firepit, which is cold and snow-covered.\n\nA half a dozen Rashemi lie scattered about in the open, their bodies frozen. Their axes lie where they had fallen. Most of the huts have collapsed and are little more than piles of splintered wood.\n\nAll is silent and still within. Anika slips back outside to report her findings to the rest of the party." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel waits in a state of worried irratation for Anika to return. Her eyes are drawn to the foot prints, Khazrael's earlier comment echoing in her head as an unpleasent thought forms.\nWalking over to Khazrael she asks him in a wispher, \" How much do you know about undead? From what I've seen they've never been organized enough to use a battering ram... But what else walks barefoot in the snow? \"\n\nShe bitterly reflects that Callos would probaly know the answer; maybe even Elthan. How very good of them to have gotten lost... or dead." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I know a bit, and I have never heard of zombies using a ram. I guess they could if someone really tried, but it seems like wasted effort. Why not just fireball the gates?\"\n\nHis mind drifts over the various creatures he is familiar with.\n\n\"I can't imagine that the army I saw back in the Great Dale was involved here. Drow are too weedy to work barefoot in the cold, demons have weird-shaped feet, and a wizard with a mob of undead could just blast through. And if it was tieflings...well, they'd still wear shoes, right?\"\n\nHe looks down at his own boots as if to highlight his point.\n\nHe mumbles something and flicks on his third eye, scanning for any signs of lingering magic.\n\n((OOC: Detect Magic, looking for any lingering spells or traces of energy))" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen Anika slips away without a sound, a mild expression of shock appears on Damian's face, followed by slight anger. He considers ducking inside with her, but with the damage already done, he merely waits until she reappears a few minutes later. After her report, Damian quietly speaks to the girl of many faces.\n\n \"I could've helped, you know. You're better than I am, but I'm pretty good myself. So far, everything we've run into out here has been more than a match for one person alone. If something had gotten you in there, we wouldn't've known. Caution is probably the safest option in our current situation.\" \n\nA quiet sigh escapes him as he surveys the destruction. \"Could you tell what had killed them? That might give a clue as to what these things are.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe approaches Damian and finds him telling Anika much of what he himself had in mind. \" He's right, you know. You're very good \" and he grins at that \" but in the face of danger, two people is the minimum scouting unit. \"\n\n\" Next time, either of us'll help. \" He nods at Damian." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nAt the sight of the gates swung wide open, Tryntha's heart began to flutter. She worried for her kin. Like the warriors, she looked anxious as she wished to rush right in and see if anyone needed her assistance. Pulling her pack around, she fished out her healing kit and checked her supplies, making sure she was ready to help anyone who needed it.\n\nOnce satisfied with her kit, she mumbled the words to a spell and traced arcane lines in front of her face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Deathwatch .\n \n\n\nGrimly she thought to herself, I hope the magic shows me more than just more death. There has been far too much of late, and if these people are right, there is plenty more to come..... ." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Oh for the love of the gods, this is bloody excellent, isn't it he says sarcasticly as their eyes fall on the outpost.\n Dead, huh? Bugger. Although I'm a bit more worried about what killed them, as you might imagine. \nHe begins looking for tracks\n \n Spoiler \n\n Survival/Track Check = 27\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAfter delivering her report to the captain, Anika is approached by Damian and Aldamar. \"Thank you... I've had a lot of practice. Next time, just come along...\" she says. \"I'd have to go back again to tell what killed them, I wasn't paying attention to that... I was looking for any signs of life within the walls... and there were none. It had been a while since the men had died, though... their bodies had frozen over. Although out here, I imagine that would only take a single night.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"I know a little about the undead, but I also have heard that there are those that can create more than abominations. Crafters of golems seek many a follower of Gond to assist them. Could these tracks be made of such a construct?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Rashemi have waited long enough. They move forward into the outpost, literally gnashing their teeth in anger.\n\nTryntha enters with them, hoping against hope for some signs of life. Sadly, as Anika had reported, all six of the Rashemi warriors manning the outpost are dead.\n\nThe rest of you stand outside looking at the tracks. They seem to have converged on this location from at least three different directions. It is hard to know whether the footprints were made by living people, the undead, or constructs as suggested by Tanner." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael responds to Tanner's observation with the same conclusion the idea of undead brought him to. \"But aren't golems and stuff made of stone or metal? They wouldn't need a ram, and anyone capable of making this many could just knock the gate down with magic.\"\n\nHe scrabbles up to the highest point he can and looks to the horizon in all directions." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian watches as the Rashemi angrily enter the compound, throwing caution to the wind. Unbelievable. It'd be poetic justice if some giant beast just came out of nowhere and stepped on them. \n\nTurning to the others - hopefully after the Rashemi (and Tryntha) enter, but before they do, he rolls his eyes in exasperation. \"I don't suppose I could convince any of you that we should just leave them and head to Immilmar ourselves. Their headstrong nature and brash attitudes are going to get us killed.\" \n\nHe turns to the compound, glancing along the shattered walls. \"They're dead. We're not. Whatever killed them doesn't appear to be here now, which means we should leave before it comes back. It's not our job to investigate their deaths.\" \n\nYet despite his outward lack of concern, his hands still rest on the outside of his jacket on the hilts of his daggers." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \n\nKhazrael responds to Tanner's observation with the same conclusion the idea of undead brought him to. \"But aren't golems and stuff made of stone or metal? They wouldn't need a ram, and anyone capable of making this many could just knock the gate down with magic.\" \n \n\nTanner responds, \"Some are crafted of flesh from the dead. A construct could have barefeet regardless of its material be it clay, flesh, stone, or iron. Also, each are given inhuman strength - capable of destroying a door such as this. Since I see no blood, and I would think the men guarding the post would fight their agressors, it would leave me to this conclusion. Undead leave bits and pieces of their flesh and other icor, constructs do not. But, I am no expert on matters OUTSIDE this realm as others may be, but I know that those from other planes are immune to the cold and may walk barefoot as well.\" Tanner says this last sentence staring directly at Khazrael with the hint of sarcasm dripping from it.\n\nTanner then turns to the Rashemi captain and says, \"I am not sure what you would need to do in this situation, sir. Perhaps you need to stay here and tend to the fallen, repair the keep, and man it. When we get to Immilmar, we will tell of your plight as well as warn the Rashemi of the oncoming hoarde.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika watches the angry Rashemi troops storming into the compound with raised eyebrows. Ooh. I wouldn't want to meet one of them in a dark alley... Even though I'd have an advantage in a dark alley... whatever. \n\nTo Damian, she says, \"I don't like their manner any more than anyone else does. I would be in favor of leaving them if we knew our way to Immilar (which I don't think anyone does--except maybe Aldamar), if Tryntha weren't with them, and if they weren't just going to come charging angrily after us and ruin our chances of getting an audience with the Iron Lord.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"You know what'll really hurt our chances of getting an audience with the Iron Lord? Death,\" replies Damian, clearly frustrated. Still, ... Anika...'s words did make sense. He hated being forced into this situation.\n\n \"No, you're right. Which means we have to convince them that we need to go. Now.\" Damian glances around, his hands still on the hilts of his daggers, clearly jumpy. \"This is crazy. Very crazy.\" He glances around at the others, and looks to Anika, Adalmar and Khazrael. \"I think most of us should stay out here for now. More warning if something comes back. I'm going to go in and try to convince them that we should go.\" \n\nDamian slips inside the compound, sticking to the shadows and stepping with light feet.\n\n(ooc: I'm assuming nothing amazingly bad happens on his way in, so I'll pass on the Move Silently/Hide check, although if something does, he is hiding and moving silently 😁)\n\nOnce he reaches Tryntha and the others, he quickly slips out of the shadows and approaches Tryntha. \"Tryntha,\" he projects quietly, trying to get her attention but not stir whatever might be remaining here. \"We should move. Now. All that staying here does is put us - and all the Rashemi - in more danger.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n This isn't good... \nHe straightens up, and looks around at the others, and casts a hopeful glance in the direction of the Rashemi captain.\n Dead, y'think? I suppose that's too much to hope for... I don't reckon we're in too much danger just now, y'know, and hell, we're probably safer at a defensible location like this place than out in the open. The dead aren't gunna be doing much... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nFrom his perch, he nods to Damian. \"One thing though. Do a quick check on the bodies, see how they died. Find out if any of their stuff is missing, or if they had like a shrine or something in there that's been torn up. Try and figure out the how and why, you know? That might tell us the who.\"" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi healer's shoulders visibly slump as her magical searching shows her not even the slightest spark of life among the bodies in the fort. As she watches the warriors search the keep (assuming they do that), she moves to the body pile and begins to sort the bodies and lay them out, checking their wounds to see how they died and preparing to send their spirits on to their next resting place.\n\n Heal Check - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \n\nShe does not look up from her work as Damian approaches her and pleads his case. When he is finished, she responds flatly while still investigating the bodies and laying them out properly.\n\n \"I understand the greater need, but I will not leave these men in this state. I will make sure their spirits are speeding toward their next resting place and then will continue with you to Immilmar. I am not sure what the Captain will have his men do, but they have agreed to escort us to Immilmar so I would imagine they will carry out this deed. But, they also have a responsiblity to our lands and they must ascertain what type of threat occurred here to properly report on it and make sure others are aware. I dont expect you to understand, and if you cannot wait for a short time, so be it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n[ooc] Nothing too fancy going on, just unheaping them, covering them with anything possible, saying some prayers over them. Probably a 10-15 minute ordeal. Also, the heal check is to see how they were killed, if possible. [/ooc]\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika looks over at Grynde. \"This outpost is no longer a defensible position. Whatever got inside the walls before can get inside them again. Damian is right, we need to move.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Everyone agrees that the less time spent in the ruined fort, the better.\n\nThere is no time for a funeral pyre or to dig graves. The captain judges that it would be best to press on to Immilmar and send back a larger group to retrieve the bodies. Most of you nod in agreement.\n\nThe Rashemi collect their kinsmen's bodies and place them in the center of the fort. The frozen bodies resist any attempts to straighten out their limbs, and so the six corpses lie in awkward contorted positions despite efforts to arrange them with some dignity.\n\nTryntha examines the bodies closely as she murmurs prayers over them. Most appear to have had their throats ripped out or have succumbed to gaping wounds of their chests and abdomens. There are some expected defensive wounds, but not as many as one would have assumed. It is almost as if the warriors were either caught unprepared or were somehow subdued before being killed. She also notices that many of the dead have fingers or toes missing, as if they had been gnawed off at some point.\n\n...\n\nDuring Tryntha's prayers, Olfacht wanders about the huts, poking his head into one or two cautiously. He holds a cloth over his sensitive nose. Despite the freezing temperatures, the entire fort stinks of death to him, even if the others don't seem to notice it.\n\nMost of the huts have collapsed or been knocked down. As he pokes around the debris, he spots some movement. He peers closer ...\n\n...\n\nFaluil is silent, but he keeps his eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger. His bow is held in a low ready position.\n\nHis ears are the first to hear Olfacht's surprised exhalation - whuff! Then the thin man's screams are heard by all before they are cut short with a wet gurgle.\n\n\"Behind that hut!\" Faluil is already circling around, his raised bow pointing to where Olfacht was last seen ..." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been mulling around the entrance to the fort at a loss. On one hand she was frusterated by the delay and wanted to get moving as quickly as possible, with or without their \"escort.\" On the other hand, she knew that they stood a better chance of success if they waited for the the Rashemi.\n\nAt the sound of Olfacht's scream she draws her sword and runs toward the back of the hut that Faluil had pointed out.\n\n initiave - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nWhile trying to piece together the cause of death and come to grips with their inability to properly honor the dead, her training demands she react to the shouts and alarm.\n\n Initiative - (1d20)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n I hate it when I'm right. As the scream pierces the air, Damian immediately glares over to Tryntha. \"Too late!\" His eyes glance at the fort structure around, noting Faluil near one of the huts. Olfacht's screams broke cover already, so his voice raises noticeably. \"Burn the fort down! Get outside! It's got the advantage in here!\" he calls out.\n\nTossing caution aside, Damian quickly heads back out the entrance, drawing his daggers along the way, noting Tiriel heading past him. \"Don't fight it in here! Too crowded! Draw it outside!\" \n\nOnce outside, (ooc: assuming he gets outside...) Damian looks over to Khazrael. \"Can you start this place burning once the others are outside?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Mystery solved I guess. \n\nThe magic has long since run out of him, and he makes no effort to renew it. Instead he slips his knife out of his belt and breaks into a run, trying to stay at least a short way behind anyone wearing armor.\n\nDamian's suggestion intrigues him, but he moves toward Olfacht's last location anyway.\n\n\"I don't know if there's enough wood to sustain a good burn. We gotta get everyone out first anyway.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative:\n 1d20+1=9 \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n Dammit. \n\nAnika takes her crossbow, still loaded from the encounter with the owlbears, and retreats into the shadows, hoping that those inside the fort will take Damian's advice so she can take it by surprise. \"Come on, everyone... let's try to ambush it... take whatever it is by surprise.\" \n\n(OOC: Initiative (1d20+3=13) )" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nWhile assisting the Rashemi in dealing with the fallen, Tanner wonders if there ever will be an end to all this death. As if on cue, the blood curdling scream of the magic user snaps the cleric of Gond back to reality. Instinctively, he takes wing a flies high into the air as he looks at the place pointed out by the one-time horse master.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Init - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nUnsure of their customs, Retay makes no move to help put the men to rest, although he does watch with a strange expression on his face...\n\nWhen he hears the scream, Retay does not pause like the others to consider. Hefting his greataxe, he sprints towards Faluil and the Hut of Certain Death.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nAs the wood elf dashes around the corner and pulls his bow tight, he quickly scans the area with his eyes and ears,\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+10)[ 21 ] \n Listen - (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nready to fire as soon as he sees what is (or might have been) attacking Olfacht." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Oh, more death! What a day! he yells as he runs around the corner after the others, drawing a sword as he does so.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative: 19 \n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" Burning doesn't happen that fast... \" he replies, as he falls into a brief jog. He remains at a distance from the group - even if he doesn't expect something as huge as the worm, it is best if they can't all be caught at the same time.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Init - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Spot - (1d20+13)[ 23 ] \n Listen - (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n\nMove and ready attack action if a hostile creature appears.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian tactically advances in the opposite direction from Olfacht's screams, only to roll his eyes when everyone else runs the other way, directly towards the danger, like moths to a flame. Damian stands outside the shattered gates with daggers in each hand and sighs heavily.\n\nTanner launches himself into the air gained a bird's eye view of the octagonal fortress. From up above he can see dozens of creatures clambering up out from underneath the debris and packed snow. The creatures have his companions surrounded on all sides.\n\nFaluil, Grynde, and Retay are the first to turn the corner. Three ghouls tear at Olfacht, one rips at his throat with its teeth, the other gnaw at his exposed limbs. The thin man stares at his three companions, his eyes open wide, pleading for help. Strangely, Olfacht makes no movement, no effort at all to fight off the undead.\n\nThe Rashemi call out to each other, warning of the ambush, but it is too late, the ghouls are everywhere, outnumbering you three to one." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian sheathes his daggers and draws his crossbow, certain he knows what's going on inside. Unsure whether Anika is still outside, as she disappeared into the shadows, he quietly speaks. \"Well, I'm certainly not going in. If they end in trouble, I don't think we can help them by getting ourselves caught in a bad situation as well.\" \n\nHe glances up towards Tanner, above them, and raises his voice. \"Tanner! Tell them to get out of there! We can fight whatever it is better out here!\" \n\nHis eyes stay focused on the entranceway, and movement catches his eyes. His voice lowered, half to someone who may or may not be there, half to himself, he thinks aloud. \"It... no, I think it's they . Oh, no. It was a trap. They waited for us to go inside.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe hears Damian shouting to Tanner, and shouts back a warning : \" We're surrounded ! Come help us... if you can ! \"\n\nIn a lower voice, he asks of his companions : \" What manner of creatures are those ? They're an unnaturally distorted, but... \" He doesn't finish that sentence, instead loosing a pair of arrows at the closest ghoul.\n\n \n Spoiler \nActivating the prepared action (manyshot) :\n (1d20+9)[ 11 ] (including Bless bonus)\n (1d8+4)[ 10 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (elec.)\n (1d8+4)[ 8 ] (1d6)[ 3 ] (elec.)\n\nNote to DR : I had made mistakes with my online sheet (it was one of my first 😳 ) which are now corrected : I had paid 2000gp too much for the bow, but it was Shocking without being +1 - so I made it +1 and paid 4000gp more (i.e. the correct price) ; for that I had to drop the Handy Haversack and the Ring of Sustenance. Plus some heavy items I could only carry with the Haversack. Tell me if that raises a problem and you'd prefer a different arrangement !\nI now \"only\" 80 normal arrows left (down to more than a 100 before) - this way I can also account for the ones used recently.\n\nAlso, as indicated in my sig, its location has changed.\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nWithout hesitation he draws his other sword, lunges forward and takes a swipe at the nearest ghoul. They're friggin' abominations is what they are!!! he yells. C'mon, bastards, I got a lotta rage I wanna take out on something!!! \n \n Spoiler \n Gah, I can never remember if I take the penalty for wielding both weapons...I think so...\n Attack: 1d20+9=29\nDamage: 1d6+4=6 x2 = 12\n Threat check: Another natural 20. (Luck is a weird thing.) \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika continues to swear silently to herself, cursing their bad luck, her friends' rashness, and the creatures inside. \"I'm going in... I can't let my friends get killed. I'll try not to let myself get surrounded. This is one of those times I really wish I was a mage...\" \n\nAnika keeps her left hand on her shortsword while slowly and carefully entering the fort, making sure to stay hidden. She watches for any kind of movement, ready to shoot.\n\n(OOC: Spot Check (1d20+12=16) )" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha recognises the unnatural beasts almost instantly as those whose spirits have been kept from their voyage and corrupted to evil. Her anger doubles at the loss of those who fell protecting the fort seeing these antithesis of everything she strives to protect assault her companions.\n\nChanneling the energy of the land around here, she holds forth the amulet given unto her by her mentors and brings her will to bear on these terrible creatures.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Turning Undead Check - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \nTurning will effect undead up to 10 HD\n Turning Damage - (2d6+8)[ 16 ] \nEfforts will turn up to 16 HD of undead\nUndead with 3 or less HD are destroyed rather than turned\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\"Gods... I hate undead.\" Those nearby hear Tiriel mutter before she lanches into an attack on the nearest creature.\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \n damage - (1d8+7)[ 11 ] , [roll=+ fire damage]1d6[/roll]" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAs Anika slips in, Damian glances over - suddenly slightly nervous, but nodding. \"Stay to this side. We can carve a path for them to come back this way. I can watch your back. Get them to come out through us. Hopefully maybe now they'll listen.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nHe calls to those outside, \"Those inside are surrounded by the undead - ghouls or ghasts by the looks of it. \n \n Spoiler \n\n KnowReligion - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n \n\n Their negative energy can paralyze you! \"\n\nHe then keeps his lofty position and tries to direct the others out by creating a path as best he can. \"Those inside - attack towards the gate and try to get outside!\" \n\nTanner then seeks help from Gond. He wishes that he still had the wall of fire , but that provided the avenue for escape against the owlbears. He would need to throw embers from Gond's forge down upon these abominations.\n\nocc: Cast produce flame . Throw one down at a ghoul clawing at Olfacht and fly toward that area but still out of reach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nFire Damage - (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n\n6 minutes remain\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael's blood runs cold at the sight of the ghouls.\n\n\"Group together!\"\n\nWith his back toward's the nearest ally, he weaves a spell, and a volley of little ochre lights that vaguely resemble flying insects spin out of the air around him. They crash into one of the ghouls gnawing at Olfacht and explode against its rotting flesh.\n\nHe winces at Tryntha's brandishing of a holy symbol, but tries his best to ignore it and continues his assault.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMagic Missile: 3d4+3=10 . Some days I wish I had fireball.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human madman with an axe \n\nThe barbarian takes one look at the creatures devouring Olfacht, and roars with anger.\n\n You! \n\nEither not hearing or ignoring the warnings, he leaps forwards, and begins slashing at the ghouls randomly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge the nearest ghoul.\n Attack - (1d20+13)[ 26 ] (including Tanner's Prayer and charging)\n Damage - (1d12+5)[ 14 ] (including Tanner's Prayer )\nAC reduced to 14 until next round (due to charging)\nremember Damage Red. 1/-\nI'll leave Rage for next round... if he's not paralyzed by then.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Anika slips inside the gates, keeping her back to the wooden palisade. Damian calls to the others, \"This way!!!\"\n\n...\n\nGrynde skewers one of the ghouls, forcing it away from Olfacht. Retay's axe takes the ghoul's head off of its shoulders with a sickening splakkk! \n\nKhazrael blasts a second ghoul with magic missiles . Tanner sends a burst of flame down from above that leaves the ghoul charred and inert.\n\nThe last of the three ghouls continues to rip Olfacht's throat out. Seeing Grynde and Retay closing in, it simply bares its bloody fangs, grinning devilishly.\n\nSix more ghouls push their way up out from beneath the wooden debris ...\n\n...\n\nIn another corner of the fort, Desmona whirls her spiked chain in elaborate arcs over the heads of Lissa and Achkby. The two \"little ones\" fire their crossbows at the ghouls kept at bay by Desmona's weapon.\n\nA half dozen ghouls circle the trio warily ...\n\n...\n\nFaluil and Adalmar find themselves back to back, surrounded by ghouls. Adalmar fires a pair of arrows at the nearest, but the ghoul twists and ducks with surprising agility.\n\nThe two rangers face six ghouls, who have them encircled ...\n\nOne ghoul falls, split in half. The rangers see Tiriel loom up from behind the ghouls, her sword engulfed in flame.\n\n...\n\nTryntha stands with the Rashemi, who quickly form a protective circle around her. The warriors fight with calm efficiency, knocking the legs out from under the ghouls, then beheading them with a follow up blow. One of the berserkers breaks formation, whirling through a mass of ghouls, lost in his bloodlust. He is quickly surrounded by ten ghouls.\n\nTryntha raises her amulet. A cone of light bursts forth, blindingly bright. The light turns the ghouls to ashes on contact. Eight are disintegrated instantly. The Rashemi move forward and quickly hack the remaining two to pieces.\n\nMore ghouls rise up from under the frozen ground. A nauseating stench rises with them ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Tryntha needs to make a DC 15 Fort save or be sickened. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael grips his utility knife in one hand and fires out another volley of magic missiles with the other. Adrenaline blends the humanoid forms together, and he begins to lose track of missing companions.\n\n((OOC: Magic missile:\n 3d4+3=11 . Firing it at any wounded target, otherwise at any ghouls threatening allies))" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nKnowing his usually trusty bow will be worthless, Faluil draws his greatsword from its sheath instead.\n\nHe speaks to his companion over his shoulder.\n\n \"Want to devise some sort of strategy, friend?\" \n\nRight before he swings his blade at the nearest of the ghouls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \n Damage - (2d6+3)[ 13 ] \n This is a critical confirm and damage if successful. (1d20+9=27, 4d6+6=19) \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nCautiously following into the fort behind Anika, Damian's eyes peer ahead. Where are they? Are they insane? He continually looks behind him, ensuring that nothing is encroaching on his escape route, and if he can manage to see a ghoul without going too far into the fort, he will take an open shot. He continues calling out, hoping that some will finally start to head back to the entrance so they can escape this damned spot.\n\n \" Come towards my voice! Head outside! There's no choice! \n\nPanic sets in slightly. Going in farther merely puts him at the same risk as the others. He glances up to Tanner. \"Tanner! What's going on in there? They've got to get outside!\" \n \n Spoiler \nAttack, if there's a ghoul in range. He'll stay close to the entrance enough that nothing can sneak behind him.\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d8)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, madman with a big axe \n\nThe barbarian hacks at the remaining ghoul. When it falls, he stands over Olfacht (or what's left of him) and snarls at the new ghouls rising from the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFull attack the ghoul that's still attacking Olfacht.\n Attack 1 - (1d20+11)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d12+5)[ 11 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n Damage - (1d12+5)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n More, eh? C'mon! I'm more than enough for you lot!! \nHe lunges fowards, singling out a ghoul and attacking it ruthlessly, slashing at it with both swords.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I'm assuming they're within 10ft, and he can take a full-round action.\n Attack 1: 19\nAttack 2: 18\nAttack 3: 17 (roll incorrect)\nAttacl 4: 16 (roll incorrect)\nDamage 1: 6\nDamage 2: 4\nDamage 3: 6\nDamage 4: 9 \nTotal Damage: 25.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika continues to keep to the shadows. She heads toward her friends' voices, hoping to be able to provide some firepower from outside the rings of ghouls while not being surrounded herself.\n\n(OOC: Possible Attack Roll (1d20+8=15) \n Possible Damage (1d8=4) ))" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe stench of the foul creatures swelled up inside her nostrils, but there were kinsmen and new companions in danger. Her Deathwatch spell acted as a constant reminder of what they fought, as the auras showed death wherever the creatures went. She used the magic to keep track of everyone on the battlefield, making ready to assist anyone who became injured. Trusting her kinsmen, she stayed within their protective circle and once again called on her powers to destroy these wretched abominations.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Fort Save - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n\nif necessary\n Turning Check - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] Turning anything 7HD or less\n Turning Damage - (2d6+8)[ 17 ] Turning 17HD of creatures, destroying anything 3HD or less\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel contiunes to hack and slash at the remaining 5 ghouls surrounding the two rangers. \" Where's everyone else? \"\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n damage - (1d8+7)[ 8 ] , fire - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n if the 1st attack hits and drops a ghoul, \n cleave - (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \n damage for cleave - (1d8+7)[ 11 ] , fire - (1d6)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAfter hearing Damian's plea, Tanner calls out, \"Ghouls and now ghasts are bursting forth from the ground everywhere. Olfacht is paralyzed, and I am going to try to pull him free and head to the gates. Retreat and form up together if we can!\" \n\nSteeling himself for the inevitable, Tanner thinks to himself, I cannot simply leave Olfacht to become one of these creatures. Gond, be with me. He then flies down and grabs ahold of Olfacht's shredded and unmoving body and tries to wrestle it free.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 19\nFort save = +9\nOpposed STR check from Grapple = +7 (if not part of grapple, +2)\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Chaos reigns within the wooden fort with ghouls dashing this way and that, gibbering and hissing gleefully. The ghouls keep each group of you isolated from the others.\n\n...\n\nTiriel cuts down another ghoul with her flaming sword. Faluil is grabbed by a ghoul, but in one motion, he unsheathes his greatsword and severs the ghoul's arm off on the draw. He calls to Adalmar, but hearing no response, he turns around and sees that the ranger has been paralyzed and is already being dragged away by a trio of ghouls.\n\n...\n\nRetay half-chops, half-bludgeons the last remaining ghoul into pieces, freeing Olfacht at last. Tanner swoops down from above and catches Olfacht before he falls to the ground.\n\nGrynde and Khazrael keep the other ghouls at bay, slashing or blasting them mercilessly. One ghoul takes Khazrael's magic missiles without falling. It steps toward him menacingly. Suddenly, a crossbow bolt pierces it through the skull and it drops. Tracing the bolt's trajectory backward, Khazrael catches a glimpse of a dark figure melting into the shadows. Anika! he thinks gratefully.\n\n...\n\nThe Rashemi reform their cordon around Tryntha. She sweeps her amulet in an arc, disintegrating another half dozen ghouls and ghasts in an instant. Two of the remaining ghouls pull down one of the berserkers. He is paralyzed, but the ghouls are immediately dispatched by two more Rashemi, and the wounded berserker is pulled back into the circle.\n\n...\n\nDamian continues calling for his companions to move to the doorway. In the chaos, his friends either can not hear him, or are too distracted to comply. In frustration, Damian calls out to Tanner, only to see him dive down into the melee out of sight.\n\nGritting his teeth in frustration, he scans the walls, looking for any other tactical option. To his surprise, he spots a small figure creeping along the inner walkway, above eye level. He/she is no ghoul, but is too small to be human (unless a child). The person raises a small crossbow, pointing it toward Lissa, Achkby, and Desmona.\n\n\n\nOOC: Faluil takes 3 damage, but is immune to paralysis. Adalmar takes 2 damage and is paralyzed. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe had just had time to put his bow away and draw his sword, when a ghoul surprised him and managed to bite him. He felt his blood freeze for a moment before his body rejected the intrusion.\n\nCounterattacking the undead creature, he whispers to Faluil at the same time. \" Let's try to slowly go towards the others or the exit. \" [OOC: I don't know which would be closer] He takes a step in that direction, all the while trying to guard against the ghouls' bites.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI really hate how now, the subscriptions don't help to see if a thread has been updated.\n\nedit: made a mistake on the attack rolls (didn't close the tag) - I'll do them later on invisiblecastle which I can't access from here.\n (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n\nFighting defensively, so +2 to AC, and taking a 5' step.\n " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe elven ranger grits his teeth as the ghoul tears away at his flesh, his ancestral immunities saving him from the risk of paralysis.\n\nHe grins at Adalmar's suggestion, and replies \"Of course. The exit seems to be the best idea! \" as he hefts his greatsword again to cut down the abominations surrounding them.\n\nAs Tiriel joins the fray, Faluil grins wider, feeling somewhat vindicated.\n\n Now this seems to be an effective way to vent. He thinks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n Damage 1 - (2d6+3)[ 13 ] \n Damage 2 - (2d6+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel finds herself grinning as the 2nd ghoul goes down beneath her sword. She contiunes to move closer to Adlamar and the Elven ranger, attacking the first ghoul stupid enough to get in her way.\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 29 ] , damage - (1d8+7)[ 12 ] , fire - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n if possible, \n cleave attack - (1d20+10)[ 29 ] , damage - (1d8+7)[ 8 ] , fire - (1d6)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael falters only momentarily before launching another volley of lights with a shout.\n\n\n((OOC: 3d4+3=12 ))" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner turns to his companions that helped save Olfacht and says, \"I am going to take him to the door. Fight your way to the others and marshal there if you can. May Gond be with you!\" Flying with the innert form of Olfacht, Tanner heads for the door. He throws a ball of flame at a ghoul or ghast as he goes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nFire Damage - (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nWhen he lands, he says to Damian, \"Steal one of my healing spells and use it on him if he lives.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyes widen as the figure along the wall takes aim at Lissa, Achkby, and Desmona. Oh, damn, this is going from bad to worse, very fast. He spins and takes aim, firing his crossbow, and calling out at the same time. Acrobatics and hiding - that, he could handle. But his talents never included climbing - not without aid, and his climbing kit was buried under several tons of snow.\n\n[COLOR=\"Blue]\" Tanner! Anika! We've got other problems! Someone's on the ridge, and they don't like us either!\"[/COLOR]\n\nHis eyes watch as the crossbow bolt flies, hoping it strikes well. Luck would be useful right now. It certainly seems to have left them in recent times.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] ( Damage - (1d8)[ 1 ] - if the creature isn't undead - ha! - and can't see me, sneak attack damage might apply. If so, Damian's going to sacrifice 1d6 damage to try to take any spell-like ability (random, max 2nd level), and 1d6 to try to take any spells (random, max 3rd level).\n \n\n\nWhen Tanner lands beside him with Olfacht, he's slightly surprised. His opinion of Olfacht's likely survival is low, however, and Tanner's suggestion surprises him. Still - he's a cleric. He has to hope for his survival. \"Fine - just wait a moment until I gather myself. In the meantime,\" he points to the walkway, \"we've got other company. You aim for him. I'll watch over Olfacht while he's still breathing.\" \n \"This is a trap, Tanner. A serious trap, and I don't think the others realize it. This isn't the time to be heroic. It's the time to flee.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nWithout pausing to think, he hacks and stabs again at another ghoul, doing his level best to slay it. Again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Attack 1\" - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] (Threat Check: 1d20+9=22) \n \"Attack 2\" - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n \"Attack 3\" - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n \"Attack 4\" - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n \"Damage\" - (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n \"Damage\" - (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n \"Damage\" - (1d6+3)[ 4 ] \n \"Damage\" - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, madman with a big axe \n\nAs Olfacht is rescued by the incredible flying cleric, Retay exercises all the tactical intelligence his sane mind posesses, and begins to move back towards the others. He continues to slash at any ghouls that approach him.\n\nHis face is disfigured by a ferocious snarl, but the fact that he is slowly retreating is evidence that he is keeping his rage under control... mostly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnother full attack, while tactically retreating.\n Attack 1 - (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \n Damage - (1d12+5)[ 6 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d12+5)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The small intruder grunts as Damian's crossbow bolt strikes him in the shoulder. He murmurs something inaudible before yelling out in common, \"QUIT JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS YOU LOUSY PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A GNOME-OID! I'M EVIL BECAUSE I'M OBVIOUSLY SHOOTING AT ACHKBY. THERE DEFINITELY AREN'T ANY GHOULS NEAR HIM OR ANYTHING!\" Even over the shouted distance, the sarcasm is very noticeable.\n\nThe small man ducks behind a post, trying to take cover from Damian. At the same time, he fires his own crossbow towards Lissa, Achkby, and Desmona, striking a ghoul in the back. Lissa's face lights up in recognition, \"FIZAHN!!!\" she shouts back.\n\n...\n\nGrynde, Retay and Khazrael begin fighting their way towards the main gates. Working together, they manage to destroy another three ghouls before the undead can get their claws on them. They keep their backs to each other, forming an efficient triangle.\n\n...\n\nTiriel, Faluil, and Adalmar also form an effective team. Tiriel's sword cleaves another ghoul in half before burying itself in its neighbor. That ghoul barely has time to open its mouth to hiss before Faluil splits its head in two down the middle. Adalmar protects their backs, fending off the ghouls as best he can without letting them get their claws on him.\n\n...\n\nDamian keeps his eyes on the intruder even as Tanner swoops down, carrying the still frozen body of Olfacht. The fight appears to be going well in that the ghouls seem unable to break through his companions' defenses, but the ghouls still have the advantage of numbers, swarming up out of the ground like ants." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe continues to sidle slowly towards the exit with his group, careful to leave them some room for their wider swings. \" Good job ! Go on ! \" he offers as a poor but well-meant attempt to hearten them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 14 ] (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 15 ] (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n\nStill on the defensive.\n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Still grumbling about the attacker, Fizahn reloads his crossbow and fires again. \"Maybe I jumped to conclusions. Maybe he's really the enemy. He could have made a set up. Led everyone here, so the ghouls could ambush him. Now he's trying to off me before I help anyone. I don't think that's very nice. Damn the not subtle intrigues of the larger gnome-oids.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 5 ] \nAnd I don't think I ever gave you initiative.\n Init - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n Oh, my luck's just getting better and better, now isn't it? Damian's voice raises in pitch, clearly losing control for a moment. The gnome's rancor is exactly what he didn't need. \"How was I supposed to know that? Clear a path for them back to the entrance!\" \n\nStill grumbling, his eyes flash over Tanner, seemingly looking for something that Tanner can't see. He reaches a hand out, and bizarrely touches Tanner on his right elbow. A surge of energy flows through him, and his grey eyes flare with a milky white, with slight golden sparkles. \"I've got him. Go. Apparently the short one is supposed to be a friend of ours.\" \n\nA grim frown crosses Damian's face as he looks down at Olfacht. He glances over the ravaged body, looking for any signs of life as he pulls back the lever on his crossbow and loads a new bolt.\n\n(ooc: taking lesser vigor from Tanner.)" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"Thank you, Damian,\" Tanner says as he looks down at Olfacht. \"If he doesn't live, strip him of his gear and destroy his corpse, for it will return as one of them.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael weaves a familiar pattern and fires another purple flash of lightning from his outstretched hands.\n\n((OOC:\n 6d6=26 , reflex DC 16 for half. Trying to hit as many ghouls as possible.))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian draws healing energy from Tanner, but even as he does so, he senses that it is far too late for Olfacht.\n\n...\n\nKhazrael clears a path towards the gate with a lightning bolt, incinerating a half dozen ghouls at once. Retay and Grynde cut their way forward until all three have reached the gate.\n\n...\n\nFaluil, Tiriel, and Adalmar also force their way towards the exit. The ghouls are no match for their skill and/or armor.\n\n...\n\nThe Rashemi too fight their way to the gates, dragging their paralyzed brother with them.\n\n...\n\nOnly Desmona, Lissa, and Achkby are left inside, their backs to one of the fort's corners. Fizahn provides supporting fire from the walkway, but there are too many ghouls converging on the same area for the bolt to make much difference." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael pants heavily and stops to catch his breath.\n\n\"Hey, we can get 'em surrounded now. Let's get back in there!\"\n\nAlmost as an afterthought, he sends another trio of magic missiles streaking toward the ghouls.\n\n((OOC: 3d4+3=14 ))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn curses some more in Gnomish as he sees his friends cornered by the ghouls. Desperately looking around, he shouts an order to Tanner. \"Flying man! Rescue Lissa. Where's Tiriel? We need her to rescue Achkby!\" I hope that other one can stand alone for a while. He releases another bolt towards the ghouls. For that matter, where are Thokk, Ssathiya, Callos, Lumpy, Aeroz, Elthan, (well no, not really Elthan, traitor) and Katrin? Someone needs to do some explaining, and if flying man doesn't move his butt the only two that actually know me are going to die. \"Lissa, don't worry! I'm trying to get that flying person to save you and Achkby! I'm hoping he's smart enough to understand common! I'm not really sure though.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith Tanner heading off (presumedly), Damian sighs and looks down at Olfacht. He briefly checks him over for signs of life, and then rapidly searches him over, taking anything of value from the body. His eyes flare blue briefly as he uses his arcane sense, stripping Olfacht of anything which emits a magical aura.\n\nThe movement of people to the outside catches his eyes, and he hurries his efforts. He was out of time. Very out of time.\n\n(ooc: note, if he actually sees any ghouls approaching him, he'll grab what he can and bolt.)" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nUndecided as to whether he should jump back into the fray, he looks to others for guidance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAway for the WE - taking a plane.\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Well, that was fun he says, with the air of someone who has just played a nice game of cards. Anybody want seconds, or are we ready for dessert? \nHe seems undecided as to whether he should backtrack and re-kill some more ghouls, or run away again.\n 'Ere, are we all buggering off? That'd make the second good scrap we'd've missed, y'know, and that's just a couple too many...\nYou got the right idea, demonboy, let's get back out there! \nAnd with that he moves towards the nearest ghoul and takes several stabs at it.\n \n Spoiler \n\nWe've still got ghouls around us, right? And they're within a five-foot-step and five-foot-reach? 'Cos that's neato...\n Attack 1: 22 for 6 damage\nAttack 2: 15 for 6 damage\nAttack 3: 27 for 5 damage\nAttack 4: 14 for 5 damage \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nWhile making her way to the gate Tiriel catches a glimpse of a hoard of ghouls converging on what looks like Desmona, Lissa, and Ackby. She glances back and forth between the relative safety of the gate and the three in need of a rescue. With a mental, \" Ah screw it! \" she changes directions and heads toward the ghouls, catching bits and pieces of a familiar voice shouting something about \"flying man\" and her name. The rest is gibberish to her.\n\nWhen she gets within thirty feet of the nearest ghoul Tiriel's glamor breaks as she takes flight. A large pair of white wings propel her into the air above the reach of the ghouls and towards Desmona et. all. If she can safely land near them she'll do so, pick up Lissa and Achkby and ferry them to safety leaving Desmona to Tanner. If not, then she'll try to work out a way to pick them up one at a time and place them on the walkway near Fizahn.\n\nooc: 😁" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nOnce the ranger makes it out of the ghouls' grasps, he turns aghast at his comrades' desire to stay.\n\n \"Fools! We sprung the trap and survived! There may be too many to fight now! We need to run!\" \n\nHe brings his greatsword up, however, ready to come to the assistance of any of his fellow warriors.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nFull Defensive, basically\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nPleased that most of the group will make it to safety, Tanner smile fades as he realizes that three of the group still remain inside. Without a moment's hesitation, he takes wing again and heads to the trio trapped inside. Throwing down a fiery bolt at a ghoul nearest his quarry, he is suprised at the white winged form of Tiriel flash below that picks up two of the three he was hoping to help. \"Thank Gond,\" Tanner says as he is relieved to know that he does not need to make the difficult decision of which of the three to save over the others.\n\nHe says, \"Your hand Des! Give me your hand!\" as he reaches down to fly her to safety.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \nFire Damage - (1d6+6)[ 11 ] \n\nVitals:\nAC 19\nFort Save: +9\n42 HP\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika quickly realizes that the situation with the ghouls is much worse than she had expected, since the ghouls had surrounded the party.\nWhen Damian shouts at her to watch the ridge her heart sinks. She is sure there must be some sort of cleric forcing the ghouls to attack them. As if they need any coercion... When she hears Fizahn's voice, however, she is greatly relieved.\n\nAnika trys to help clear a pathway for her friends to exit the fort.\n\n(OOC: Attack Roll (1d20+8=14) \n Damage (1d8=2) 🤢\nReload crossbow.)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel's transformation is startling to those who have not witnessed it before. Majestic white wings appear to sprout from her back. Her blond hair and comely visage shine as brightly as her armor. The ghouls pull back slightly as she swoops down and scoops up Achkby and Lissa under her arms, like small children.\n\nTanner lowers himself to the ground, his fur cape billowing about him with a life of its own. Desmona allows her chain to wrap itself about her shoulders and torso. Tossing her jet black hair out of her face, she grabs a hold of Tanner, clinging tightly as he rises back into the air, out of harms way.\n\nThe ghouls gnash their teeth in frustration, clawing at the air as their quarry escapes.\n\n...\n\nSeeing Achkby and Lissa rescured, Fizahn trots lightly along the upper walkway, before shimmying down the outside of the wall joining the others outside the main gate.\n\n...\n\nHaving pushed your way out of the fort, you now have the ghouls bottled up inside the wooden walls. The Rashemi form a shoulder-to-shoulder barrier of grim faces and axes. They are frustrated to have left their fallen brethren behind, but the captain holds them at the gate.\n\nGrynde recklessly steps forward, whirling about, slashing wildly with both swords. He cuts down another ghoul and pierces another through its open mouth. The tip of his blade exits through the back of its skull.\n\nHaving left the safety of the Rashemi phalanx, however, Grynde is easily surrounded. Five ghouls press forward from his front and both flanks. He fends them off as best he can, but two of the ghouls manage to grab a hold of his wrists. One clamps its jaws down on his forearm. The other sinks its fangs into his neck ...\n\n\n\nOOC: Grynde takes a total of 8 damage and needs to make two DC 12 Fort saves. " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nHis first instinct was to rush into the fray and save Grynde...but that would have been stupid. While ineffective compared to his sword, his bow would have the advantage in this situation.\n\nHe replaced his sword in its sheath and drew his bow, nocking an arrow as he went.\n\n Damn undead abominations grumble grumble* " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn jumps at Tiriel's transformation. There she is. Can't believe I didn't see her. I'm never going to get used to that. He grins as he joins the main group at the gate. As Fizahn gets closer, you are able to notice how battered his appearance is. He is wearing a jacket that appears to have, at one point, been very fine. It's original color was green with gold trimming, but it now has brown mud stains covering it. There is a gaping hole in the right side of it revealing equally battered and mud stained chain armor. A crossbow bolt protrudes from his side. His black trousers and boots are also rough and tattered. There are a good deal of scars on his face, some just barely avoiding his piercing brown eyes. His red hair was cut short at one point, but has grown wildly and it is obvious he hasn't shaved in a while. Out of place compared to the rest of his equipment is an ornate wave blade dagger that appears to have seen little use. \"They're rescued everyone. We should get out-\" His grin fades as he sees Grynde get himself surrounded. \"Or, we could rescue him. Do we really need to rescue him? Stupid arrogant, ignorant, foolish, pathetic excuse for a gnome-oid!\" Sighing, he fires his crossbow at one of the ghouls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\nI would just like to pretend for a moment that undead aren't immune to critical hits to make me feel better about Fizahn, and while I'm pretending that, I might as well pretend he's within 30 ft. and they're not immune to sneak attack either.\n Doubles the damage yay! \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\n[ooc] Sorry, didnt have time to post at all while at the conference in Vegas, back now. [/ooc]\n\nTryntha had been caught up in the tactical retreat of her kinsman, never quite having enough time to enact another spell or bring her will to bear against them. Now, as a swarm came out of the fort and surrounded Grynde, she stepped up behind the rashemi wall of axes and anger and unleashed another wave of holy energy towards the ghouls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Turning Check - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nTurning will effect undead up to 7HD\n Turning Damage - (2d8+6)[ 18 ] \nTurning will effect up to 18 HD of creatures. Creatures of 3HD or less are destroyed rather than turned.\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nScreaming and yelling, he takes a few steps back and struggles to get away from the things, swearing quite loudly in Elvish as he does so.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Fort Save\" - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n \"Fort Save\" - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \nMmkay, he's going to try get away from the ghouls with several probably hindered move actions.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Stay together! Let's send 'em all crying home to Orcus!\"\n\nWith confident gestures and bold intonations, Khazrael fires another volley of magic missiles, focusing on the ghouls around Grynde.\n\n 3d4+3[4,4,1,3] = (12) " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis trusty bow back in his hands, he aims a few shots at the nearest ghoul.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Manyshot - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 10 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 12 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n(note: I'm assuming Damian slipped outside after grabbing what he could off of Olfacht. If not, uh, he tries to slip outside after grabbing what he could off of Olfacht. 😁)\n\nWhen Grynde dives towards the ghouls again, Damian rolls his eyes - no need for him to shout, everyone else already was! He spares a glance over to Tanner and shakes his head grimly, conveying what Tanner probably already knew. I can't tell him I didn't get a chance to destroy the corpse - not now. If we do stem this tide, we can do it then. If not, we wouldn't've been able to afford him trying a fool's errand rescue mission anyway. \n\nHe looses a bolt towards the ghouls near Grynde, glancing at Fizahn as he expresses his frustration at the ranger's foolhardy nature. \"Hey, I'm supposed to be the brash voice of reason here. No fair usurping my role.\" A grin spreads across his face - a rare show of emotion from the normally stoic rogue." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel lands well outside the walls of the village (50'-100') and carefully lowers Lissa and Achkby into the snow. From what she can see, the group has managed to bottleneck the ghouls at the gate, preventing them from exiting. \" Can either one of you set fire to the buildings or the fence? \" she asks, \" It might buy us some time. \"\n\nooc: yeah I know they've both been demoted to NPC status but they're also both spell casters 🫤 argh." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nFlying back to the party's side of the gate, the Gondsman lowers Desmona and then lands. He takes count of the party and realizes that Grynde is back inside.\n\nHe sees the gear in Damian's hands and assumes the worst. After hearing Tiriel, he says, \"I can do my best to light things if they cannot.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Arrows, crossbow bolts, and magic missiles strike the ghouls closing in on Grynde. The ghouls jerk and dance as the projectiles knock them backward, clearing space from around the foolhardy half-elf. More ghouls press forward, practically trampling over each other to get to Grynde.\n\nTryntha pushes her way between the Rashemi warriors and cries out to her god. More than a half dozen ghouls are vaporized by the intensity of her holy power. Grynde scrambles back to the safety of the Rashemi phalanx.\n\n...\n\nDamian rises from beside Olfacht's corpse. Disappointed, he places his empty hands into his pockets. Olfacht had surprisingly little in the way of possessions. Just several small bags full of herbs and chemicals.\n\n...\n\nTanner lands softly beside Damian, setting Desmona gently on her feet. She brushes her chestnut hair out of her face, appearing to blush slightly as she disentangles herself from his embrace. Coughing, she loosens the chain wrapped around her torso.\n\nTanner looks around, counting the survivors. Including Olfacht and the paralyzed Rashemi, everyone is accounted for, or are they ...?\n\n\"Norgold!\" he calls out. Tanner realizes that the gnome newcomer had thrown off his count. The party is one short ..." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn's jaw drops in surprise as the Tryntha destroys the ghouls. If I could do that... A relieved sigh escapes his mouth as Grynde rejoins the group. Good. Now that we've got everyone, we can get out of here. I haven't been in a real city for- His train of thought is cut off as Tanner shouts for Norgold. \"You poor foolish humans, why do so many of you get lost. Leave him! Whoever he is, he's already been swarmed by now. We need to get out of here. There are too may for us to fight, even with that woman's amazing skill! I don't know about the rest of you, but I have a quest! And it's seeming extremely important because, in case you didn't notice, Sethra's- army? Not an army. Maybe scouts. A taskforce? Well, I don't know what those ghouls were doing, but Sethra sent them and there will be more!\" Fizahn halfheartedly turns to go, but he keeps looking over his shoulder, not really believing that they'll follow him. I'm sure that was real convincing, not knowing what to call the ghouls. Great. They're gonna try to save him aren't they? Don't they know it's too dangerous? Besides, how smart could he be if his name is Norgold. Probably really greedy too. I might seem really cold and unemotional to them right now. Making jokes about their swarmed comrade is not going to endear me to them. He also doesn't get far before he realizes he doesn't know the way to the city." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAs Fizahn calmly advocates abandoning the missing gnome, Damian looks over to him, a bit surprised, and nods. \"He's right. We'd never find him in there, anyway.\" Lowering his voice, he takes on a bemused tone. \"I told you, stop speaking reason so much. That's my job.\" \n\nSpeaking to the rest again, he glances back towards the fort, still swarming. \"Plus, I hate to be realistic, but he's almost certainly done for on his own. Unless someone's got a way to make themselves invisible to those creatures, I don't see how we can rescue him.\" \n \"Best I could suggest is for Tanner and Tiriel to take to the skies and look for him while we try to keep them at bay here for now. And for those of you who believe yourself invincible to these creatures,\" and he nods to Olfacht's corpse near the entrance, for effect, keep in mind. You don't know how many of them there are. They could still be coming up from below. There could be hundreds. Or thousands. And for most of us, one bite's enough to doom us.\" \n\nHe looks grimly to the entrance, and loads another bolt into his crossbow. \"We're out of time. Very out of time.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Lightning? No, that's too focused, I need fire. \n\nHis hands move in a circular pattern before he thrusts both palms forward, as if pushing at some invisible object. Nothing seems to happen.\n\n\"Damn, I can't call the right magic!\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \nTiriel nods at Damian, \" Just what I was thinking. Everyone else should start moving. I'll catch up later. \"\n\nTiriel takes to the skies again, this time flying low over the town (but out of reach of the ghouls) looking for the missing \"Norglod.\" What did he look like? I don't remember, too many new faces... " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nDeep down in his heart, Tanner knows the others are right. However, he will do his best to find - if not save - the lost one. How am I to find him among all the others? Tanner wonders. Then it hits him. \"Tiriel - if you have the means to detect magic, it may help us find Norgold.\" Tanner's eyes glow blue for a moment after he incants the divination. His eyes pass sadly over Olfacht's body as the cleric hopes that Norgold does not share the same fate.\n\nUnless he something catches his eye, the Gondsman takes flight and begins to scan for the missing member.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ncast detect magic - look at Olfacht first to make sure we do not leave any useful magical items - then will take flight and begin scanning the area for Norgold via magical detection.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tanner and Tiriel take to the skies once again, circling over the Rashemi outpost.\n\nWithin its walls, at least two score ghouls mill about, trapped and unable to exit due to the Rashemi phalanx keeping them bottled up.\n\nTiriel sees many bodies lying on the ground, mostly ghouls and the original (slain) Rashemi warriors who had manned the outpost.\n\nTanner circles low to the ground, just staying out of reach of the ghouls' grasp, scanning for any magical auras. (Olfacht had not appeared to be carrying anything magical.) Tanner tries to remember if Norgold had carried any magical items. Norgold had carrried a spiked chain, not dissimilar to Desmona's, and had been the one who grew to giant size during the battle with the frost worm.\n\nTanner spins in midair when something catches the corner of his eye. In one of the far corners, a man lies face down, a half dozen ghouls lie before him, dismembered and inert. Three \"live\" ghouls crouch over his body." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn smirks at Damian's complaint. \"I wouldn't complain. It's everyone's job to speak reason, and besides, some day I'm going to speak reason that you won't understand and we can get into an argument then. Also, don't think you're forgiven. I don't particularly like being shot at.\" I am going to mess with him some for that. It will be fun. Fizahn looks once more at the battlefield. We need to be done here. Right now would be better. He clears his voice to shout at the fliers. \"Have you found him yet? If you haven't I suggest we leave. We can honor his sacrifice later!\" If we remember him... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances down at Fizahn. \"I didn't particularly enjoy shooting you, either. You're tiny, and hard to hit. It took effort. How about this: you give me my bolt back, I'll heal up that wound with the magic I borrowed from our resident flying cleric, and we'll pretend it never happened. I won't even ask you to clean off the bolt. I'm nice that way.\" \n\nThe verbal joust doesn't seem to phase Damian at all. His face softens slightly, and his tone becomes more casual. \"Your name's Fizahn, right? I'm Damian. Your friends got buried under an avalanche with us a ways back.\" \n\nDamian glances over at the Rashemi, who have been their normal, wonderfully communicative selves, and calls out to the captain. \"Are you going to object if we burn this desecrated area to the ground?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael grows a bit antsy, now that his talents are no longer required. He shouts a bit of abyssal at no one in particular.\n\n\"Yahh-zeggyi! What, are we letting the ghouls go in peace like the bird-bears? Are they natural spirits too?\" \n\nHe briefly considers charming one of the berserkers and kindly asking him to charge back into the fray, but the thought of being cut down by the hirsute horde should he fail is enough of a deterrent to curb any bad behavior." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nCalling out to Tiriel, Tanner signals, \"Tiriel - here!\" He then tosses a flaming ball down at one of the ghouls (hopefully one that looks like it was hurt).\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch attack - (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \nFire damage - (1d6+6)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\nTanner then flies lower, but out of reach, to get a closer look." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Oh really? They actually talked about me? I wouln't have thought that. I'm just the problem child, according to Achkby. Anyway, Dame. Can I call you Dame? Excellent, thank you.\" Fizahn pulls the bolt out of his side and holds it out to Damian. A grin once more on his face. \"This is your bolt isn't it. You can have it back, but don't bother with the healing. I've had much worse before. I mean, one time, I stubbed my toe and it hurt like hell.\" Fizahn's mischievous grin fades and he feigns concern. \"You're not a very good shot, are you?\" He's a good shot. He pulls the bolt back as Damian reaches for it, and the grin reappears. \"You know, I will clean it off for you. I'm just that nice of a gnome. I'm not going to clean it now of course. Perhaps when we rest, but it will be absolutely perfect when I get it back to you.\" Fizahn tucks the bolt into his quiver, which it doesn't exactly fit in, and turns away from Damian. After a second, he turns back to Damian, a badly hidden look of concern on his face. \"You mentioned an avalanche? You wouldn't know what happened to Callos, Elthan, Katrin, Lumpy, Aeroz, Thokk, and Ssath- the druid are, would you?\" Stupid natural disasters. I hope they're all fine. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe rapid-fire burst of words from the gnome doesn't seem to stir Damian at all, as he calmly waited for the torrent to calm. \"Actually, they didn't talk about you at all, Fizzy. I just heard Lissa shout your name when you showed up.\" His frow burrows slightly, as if in thought over something unrelated. This one definitely talks too much. That could be a problem. \n\nWhen Fizahn mentions the missing others, he quickly responds. \"Katrin's here. She's just good at hiding. As for the others,\" and he shakes his head slightly, \"I don't know. I know Lissa mentioned one of those names before - Callos, I think - so I don't think he was lost in the avalanche. But the others, I don't know. They could've been. We didn't have much time before we were nearly eaten by a giant beast. Well,\" and he lets loose a slight sigh of frustration, \"some of us were. But I don't recognize any of the names you mentioned as being with us after the avalanche.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAnother arrow nocked in case a ghoul gets too close to escaping, Asalmar replies to Fizahn without looking at him.\n\" We... We lost many in the Underdark. The dwarf, the lizardman... Lumpy, too, we thought, but he found us again, only to... \" His voice is thick with grief, though his focused expression doesn't waver.\n\" We got separated from Callos, Elthan, Trinark and the elf due to a strange magical tower sending us different ways. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika calls over to Fizahn. \"Your friend 'Katrin' is still with you, Fizahn. My name is Anika now.\" Her eyes follow Tiriel through the sky, watching her flight. \"Tiriel, what do you see up there?\" \n\n(OOC@Fizahn: Anika is now 5'4\" (although it wouldn't make much of a difference to a gnome, everyone looks tall to Small characters) with blond hair, pale skin, and thin, pointed features. Her eyes are still green.)" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nApparently calmed considerably after his recent excursion, he watches the flying people with vague interest.\n Wish I had wings.... he mutters, before turning to watch the exchange between Damian and Fizahn.\nHe grins at the gnome, but does not, for once, speak his mind." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nWhile keeping an arrow readied on his bow string, Faluil watches the flying figures engage the land-based ghouls. He was all for assaulting them, but he knew, logically, that that would be suicide, or at the very least very inconvenient.\n\nThe gnome that showed up seemed a friendly sort. Good to finally have a nice surprise for once during this trip. , he thought.\n\nStaring wistfully at Tanner and Tiriel wreaking havoc he comments,\n\n \"Kind of wish we could be down there. Ghouls....\" shudder \"abominations. Perversions of the natural order. If it wasn't suicide, I'd be down there, too.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You watch with detached nonchalance as Tiriel and Tanner hover over the battlefield. Fizahn and Damian banter casually and lightheartedly, ignoring Olfacht's corpse that lies on the ground nearby.\n\nMeanwhile the ghouls scuttle about chaotically, trapped within the confines of the fort by the Rashemi.\n\nTiriel shouts over that they've found Norgold. Tanner throws down a gob of flame, to little effect. As Tanner concentrates, the magical aura comes into clearer focus. The magic is radiating from Norgold's two gauntlets.\n\nTiriel and Tanner face a dilemma. If they land and attempt to grab Norgold, they will almost certainly be overwhelmed by the ghouls clustered on the ground beneath them. The ghouls eye both Tiriel and Tanner greedily, beckoning for them to come down with their claws or leaping futilely into the air, hoping to grab one of their feet.\n\nMeanwhile, the Rashemi captain has made his decision. Four of his soldiers circle the fort, pouring flasks of oil strategically at the base of the wooden pilings that form the outer walls. It is clear that the captain intends to burn the fort down with the ghouls still inside ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n This isn't like with the aboleths...we really don't have a way to pull him out of there. \n\nKhazrael turns from the fortress and examines his nails, checking for any dirt or imperfections." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn's face drops as he hears about his companions' fates. He stands still for a moment, obviously shocked before he forces a slight grin onto his face. His voice is still sad and it's obvious that despite his attempt at a joke, he's just as sad as Adalmar for the losses of his companions. \"So, the dwarf got himself killed again. I just hope he's stubborn enough to come back this time too. Glad to know Callos and Aeroz are still alive. Can't say I'm too happy about Elthan though...\" Fizahn looks extremely confused as Anika talks to him. A look of complete bafflement remains on his face as he questions her. \"What? Why? Did you get on the wrong side of the law somehow? Amazing. It truly takes skill to cross the law when, as far as I can tell, you haven't been in a city in weeks. Can't you just have one name? That's all I ever needed. Just one name. Other gnomes want sixteen or seventeen, but I'm content with one. Fizahn's fine. I can't believe you wouldn't talk about me either. You should share all my heroic deeds with people. I mean, I stopped at one point to recount the amazing skills of my friend Katrin, or at least, I would have if there was any intelligent life in the Underdark. Now, Anika, are you likely to change your name again anytime soon?\" And there's my talking quota for life. Thank god I'm out of the Underdark, actually have a good night's sleep behind me, am traveling with real live people, and will probably get to a city sometime soon. I never realized how much there is to say except when there was no one to say it to. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Argh, he's gotten himself surrounded ! Tiriel thinks to herself as she flies in circles above Norgold and his ghoul groupies.\n\n\" We found him, but there's no way to get to him. I'm going to try throwing him a rope. \" Tiriel shouts back to Anika. \" If that doesn't work... \" she leaves the end of her sentence unfinished. She doesn't want to leave him, but she's also not willing to dive into what is a hopeless situation. Tiriel rummages in her pack and pulls out her length of rope. She makes a quick knot on each end before lowering one half to Norgold, trying to avoid the grasping hands of the ghouls." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Norgold is paralyzed or dead. He lies motionless, face down, as Tiriel dangles the rope above him.\n\nTwo ghouls grab a hold of the rope, trying to pull Tiriel down to the ground. A third ghoul begins to climb the rope." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nSeeing the Rashemi line up to burn the fort down, Damian nods to himself. Should've started that a while ago. Good to know they have some sense. \n\nSensing Tiriel's frustration, he glances over to Tryntha. \"Gods, we're idiots! Tryntha, do you have any more uses of 'turn the undead to dust' left? If they've found Norgold, and he's surrounded, you could clear a path. We've got two people who can fly. Tiriel can carry you, Tanner can rescue Norgold.\" \n \"If not, there's nothing we can do for him. But that's our last hope.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nPositioning himself so he is between Tiriel and the ghoul, Tanner takes a bead on the ghoul climbing the rope. He flings the small ball of fire directly down at the creature that is unable to dodge his flaming missile.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \nFire Damage - (1d6+6)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nRetay has his back turned to the scene, panting heavily. There is a tic under his left eye, and he seems to be struggling with something. His hands are white from gripping his axe so hard.\n\n I won't let it happen again... I won't let it happen again... " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHis eyes move from Tiriel and Tanner back to the rest of the group.\n Who's next? C'mon, we got good odds on Tiriel now. Any takers? Because she'd be about the thirteenth damn person to die now if those things get her he says sarcasticly, a note of bitterness in his voice. Despite his bravado, he isn't too keen on seeing any others die.\nOn the other hand, he is literally salivating at the thought of getting to do some more fighting.\nHe glances across at the rest, and his eyes flick to Retay.\n He's gunna break that axe if he don't stop squeezing it...Or maybe his fingers... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel drops the rope with a cry of frustration, spilling the three attached ghouls. Turning to Tanner she shouts, \" Unless we can clear those things from him on the ground that's it. We don't even know if he's still alive anyway. \"\nShe turns away from the prone Norgold and heads back to the gate." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"I am sorry, but I have only one spell that could do much good. It will fan a small area with flames in the shape of a cone. I had used my wall of fire already, and I have little else that can help.\" \n\nTanner tracks the ghoul he had hit if it still lives." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika blinks at Fizahn a couple of times. \"...No, not anytime soon. I just changed names last night or the night before. It'll be a while...\" \n\nShe looks dismayed upon hearing Tiriel's news. If only we had a mage that could fireball the undead into oblivion... Tiriel could carry him above the fort or something... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One ghoul is incinerated, while the other two fall backward when Tiriel drops her rope. Frustrated, Tiriel and Tanner are forced to abandon Norgold's body. Landing outside the fort, they watch as flames begin to lick the sides of the wooden fort from all directions.\n\nThe Rashemi captain keeps his men in formation, blocking any escape for the ghouls inside. They ignore the ashes and sparks that singe their faces.\n\nAs the fort begins to burn, thick black smoke rises. \"The huhrong will send men to investigate. Soon you will be in Immilmar ...\" the captain says to Tryntha.\n\nLissa is exuberant, as usual, hugging Fizahn enthusiastically and demanding to know where he has been and how he managed to escape from the aboleths. Achkby is more reserved." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael watches the flames as though entranced. After several moments, he extends his left hand, and with his right, he grips the handle of his knife. He lays the blade flat against his left palm and listens to the howls of the burning ghouls.\n\nHe speaks aloud in Draconic.\n\n \"How many times,\" he muses, \"Will it end like this? How far can we run, and how many will we give over to the cloying dark? A curse on this Sethra, and his Lady Valentine.\" \n\nHe slips the blade of the knife along his palm, and in a single sweeping motion with his left hand, sends a small amount of blood out over the snow. He throws his knife down, embedding the blade in the hard-packed powder. He crouches, places his bloodied palm on the snow, then scoops up his weapon and returns it to his belt.\n\nHis bizarre folk curse completed, Khazrael folds his wounded hand into a fist and spits in the snow before turning away.\n\n\"So...can we get the hells out of here now? I don't wanna be here when the next horrible thing happens to this place.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"One moment,\" he says as he approaches Olfacht's corpse. He bends down, takes off his spell component pouch and any magical items he may have, before lifting him up into the air. He say a short prayer to Gond, \"I return ye to the forge.\" Tanner then drops Olfacht into the fire.\n\nTanner watches from above - making sure none escape. Tanner will look to see if Norgold's body was left to burn by the ghouls." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches the failure in the air without surprise. Maybe if they went a little away from the body, the ghouls would follow them and then they could make a swooping dive to save him. Nah. Probably way too many ghouls for that. He smiles at Anika. \"Glad to hear it because if you do change it again, I will have to just give you one name of my choosing. Kind of like how we called Ssa- the lizardman- the druid.\" I've got to stop doing that. There was a cultural reason he didn't want people to know his name. Maybe I shouldn't be so free with my name either. I'll probably end up on a wanted poster sometime. Fizahn frowns at Grynde's statement. \"She's much more likely to survive than you, human scum. I saw the amazing job you were doing keeping out of trouble over there. Oh help me blasty lady! I'm surrounded, eek!\" \n\n Fizahn walks over to Tiriel as she lands. He looks up at her and shrugs. \"You did what you could. More than I could do. Not his fault he doesn't know there's safety in numbers.\" Fizahn returns Lissa's hug and grins broadly at everyone he knew. \"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you guys. I mean, for a while I thought I was the only intelligent life anywhere. Oh, wait... Yeah. Darn.\" Fizahn shrugs and grins at his friends while taking a little jump out of their reach. \"So, you want to know what happened to me? It was horrible. There was an entire fishy city. They all lived there in their little fishy paradise and they brought me there too. I cleverly used my hat as a bargaining chip to get me out of there. They'd never seen a hat before and I was able to help a fishy corner the hat market. They weren't going to let me go, so I snuck out at night. Or day. I'm not sure, it was the Underdark. That's when I ran into the tap-dancing mind flayers-\" Fizahn pauses at a complaint from someone. He feigns a look of shock and starts talking defensively. \"You don't believe me? Seriously? I thought it was completely plausible. I'm not sure what you're talking about. Fine, fine. I understand. You don't really want to know. You were just being polite.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel starts to reply to Fizahn but he'd already moved onto his, highly improbable, story of survival. She blinks in confusion (at such an assault of mind numbingly impossible things!) and then laughs, her frustration and anger defused. She nods to the captain. \" Good. The sooner we get there the better. \"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith the giddy reunion of Fizahn with his former compatriots, Damian moves away from the rest, quietly. His eyes occasionally glance back toward the burning fort as he casually loads another bolt into his crossbow before setting the safety and slinging it over his shoulder. He casually draws one of the daggers hanging by his belt, twirling it idly.\n\n Noble fools. We lost two men in there, for absolutely no reason. We should've burned the place to the ground the instant Anika told us that everyone was killed. \n\nHe glances back to the Rashemi guard as they make preparations to leave the fort. \"Anytime you're ready. The stench will make us sick if we don't leave soon.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n I don't understand what you called me just there, but I get the gist. Let me impart some wisdom to you, you pathetic migdet. \nHe covers the distance between himself and Fizahn, and lifts Fizahn off his feet, face contorted with rage, holding one shortsword to his throat.\n DON'T PISS ME OFF! \n\nOOC: He's only half human. Also, do I need to make a grapple check here?" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nWhen he saw Grynde pick up and threaten the gnome, Faluil almost readied his bow again, this time at the half-human. But he understood the emotional trouble his companions were going through, having just lost two good friends. He decided to calm the wild man down the hard way.\n\n Worst thing that happens, he thought, the half-human comes after me instead. \n \"Let the short one alone, cousin. Everybody knows gnomes are just jealous of the taller folk. They like to pick at our occasional short comings to compensate for their short statures .\" \n\nHe kept his hands on his bow, though, and kept it pointed towards the burning outpost.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWell, it is essentially a diplomacy check.\n\n (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Rage crosses Fizahn's eyes as Grynde picks him up. \"Anger issues?\" Note to self: This one is violent. Fizahn pushes Grynde's sword away from his throat enough so he can slip out of his jacket. He gracefully lands on the ground and springs away from the maddened half-elf. He looks at Faluil as he starts talking to Grynde. When Faluil stops talking, an expression of shock and hurt is on his face. \"Jealous of humans? No thank you. I rather like being smart. If you're really curious, I'm sure Lissa would be willing to translate.\" Fizahn turns back to his friends, while keeping a wary eye on Grynde." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe shout from behind him drew his attention immediately, as he turned to see Grynde grab at Fizahn. Even as Faluil berated him, Damian strode quickly over to the half-elf, pulling a dagger smoothly from its strap along his belt.\n\n \" Don't even think about doing that again. This is not a pleasure trip for you to attack whomever you want. You attack one of our companions here, and I'll take you down personally. He may not have been here long, but he has earned the trust of several people who you owe your life to , might I remind you.\" \n\nHis eyes narrow cruelly, the white frost and gold sparkles dancing. \"Or did you forget we just saved you from your own foolhardiness?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika glares at Grynde. \"Faluil, don't harass Fizahn any further. Fizahn, don't harass Grynde any further. Grynde... Put Fizahn down, or things will get ugly... uglier than they are already.\" \n\nShe tucks her hands behind her back, to give her better access to the dagger at the back of her belt.\n\n(OOC: Untrained Intimidate Check (1d20+1=8) )" }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nFaluil's eyes gleam a bit when the gnome converses with him in his native tongue and ignores the Ahhh...Gnomes. I have not had to deal with them since I left Silverymoon...oh, a long time ago. \n \"My apologies...Fizahn, is it? Just trying to get my over-eager cousin's temper under control with a bit of sarcasm. Your kind might occasionally slip under my notice, but so far as I have known gnomes, I have liked them.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn sidles up to Katrin and whispers to her. \"I never would have harassed him in the first place if I had known he was so bloodthirsty. Credit me with some intelligence, please. He did insult Tiriel though.\" Fizahn laughs at Faluil's comment. \"I'm not sure that sarcasm is the way to ease his temper. I'm not sure if you noticed, but sarcasm is what got me into the mess. Albeit truthful sarcasm, but sarcasm nonetheless. That, and an ignorance of languages. Everyone knows the gnome language has nothing but nice words, right Lissa?\" Fizahn practically breaks down laughing after he utters his final sentence. He takes a moment to calm himself. \"Reunion, bickering, and mourning aside, I believe it's time to be on our way. Also, Grynde, I'd prefer if you gave me that jacket back at some point.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar, who is not a gifted mediator, stands aside for a time. When the commotion is over, he makes his way to Fizahn and gives him a friendly slap on the back - perhaps a bit too strong a slap, which may cause Fizzy to briefly lose his balance.\n\" Good to have you back. \"\n\nHe leaves unsaid the obvious part : after we lost so many. He does say a silent prayer to Mielikki, recommending the souls of the fallen to the Huntress." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe stares into the space he had held Fizahn moments before, struggling to control his anger. Faluil's comments have an effect. Finally, seeming to have mastered himself, he backtracks several steps, and picks up his second sword where he dropped it.\n You watch yourself, gnome. I know a neat trick that'll make you shorter. \n It involves your legs, and a lot of blood he mutters under his breath.\nTurning to Damian, he says snidely At least I had the guts to do any fighting. Or did forget that you ran in the opposite direction when Olfacht screamed? " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nGrynde's challenge doesn't phase him in the least - in fact, it seems to embolden him, stepping forward until he is merely a step away from him. \"Forgotten? Forgotten ? If you had done as I said - no, not just me - Anika, Khazrael, Adalmar - any of us, Norgold and Olfacht would still be alive. When Olfacht screamed, he was dead . Period. I knew that the instant I heard him. Was I wrong? Is he alive? You all certainly tried to save him. All your grandiose, brave, and stupid fighting did was put yourself in more danger. And gave the ghouls more time to finish off Norgold.\" \n\nHis voice raises in pitch, anger clearly rising. \"You think I didn't plan on fighting? You think I didn't fight at all ? See the blood coming from Fizahn's shoulder? That's from my bolt , because I thought he was behind the ghouls, attacking. You want to know why I rushed out? Because I'm not a moron. In there, we couldn't move, we couldn't regroup, and we had no idea of the strength of our enemy. That fort was a death trap , and two of us know that for a fact. Their deaths are on your conscience, not mine. I did everything I could to save them. And you.\" \n \"This isn't the first time you've drawn a blade on one of us. It will be the last. Save your swords for something that wants to kill you, or we will take them away.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "While you argue, the fort continues to burn. The Rashemi cut down any ghouls that try to escape through the main gates. The ghouls race about as they catch fire, crazed silhouettes that dance maniacally until one by one they collapse and turn to ash.\n\nThe captain watches the argument between Grynde and Fizahn and the others out of the corner of his eye. Tryntha notices a slight disapproving twitch of the corner of his mouth, but he says nothing.\n\nOnce Fizahn has wriggled free and retrieved his battered jacket, Lissa quietly lowers her crossbow, carefully removing the oily, dark bolt she had loaded. The poisoned bolt goes back into its special case. She is uncharacteristically silent through the entire confrontation, but her narrowed eyes focus on Grynde with a special intensity. Soon, she promises herself." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAfter he is satisfied that there is no longer any threat, Tanner lands. He frowns with obvious disgust at the arguing that is going on. Even though he did not see Grynde threaten the newcomer, he is able to put it together when he sees the tell-tale gnomish coat in the ranger's hands and hearing Damian's words seals it.\n\nTanner looks around and says, \"Are there any here who needs healing?\" \n\nHe will administer to those that do (he will start by healing the Rashemi.)...but will pass over Grynde and refuse to heal him.\n\nWhen he has a moment to talk to Tiriel, he will. \"A word with you, Tiriel, if I may?\" \n\nTaking her aside (above is more like it...as he will fly up high into the air) so self-consciousness may be avoided and the others (especially Grynde) do not over hear. When he is above, he de-activates his hat of disguise so his wings may be seen by Tiriel. \" I couldn't help but notice that you and I have similar...qualities. Mine are a gift from Gond, but without my devotion to the great maker, I would not have the strength nor the gift of flight. You, on the other hand, appear to have the blood of the heavens flowing through your veins. Because of this, I feel that I can speak freely to you. I know little of those that were with me when the caravan was overtaken by the snow, but I fear that Grynde is going to be a problem. I trust you have more experience in this matter with your companion, Khazrael. Reason has gotten us nowhere with Grynde. I fear that the only thing this one understands is force. If it comes to this, I will deal with him personally - but I wanted to let you know so you may pass this information along to your friends so that it will not shock them.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn loses his balance as Adalmar slaps his back. Hoping to save face, he converts his stumble into a roll to get further away from Grynde. Crouching in a ready to spring sort of fashion, he looks up at Adalmar and smiles. \"Good to be back.\" He frowns at Grynde again and fingers his dagger. That's right. Make your threats. Just don't forget what's at slicing level for little old me. Assuming I could find it of course. You should also listen to Dame. He makes a lot of sense. What was that language he was speaking? Elven? Fizahn takes a closer look at Grynde, but from a distance. Nah. The ears aren't pointy enough for elves. Hmmm... Look kinda like Elthan's. Was Elthan a half-elf? Haven't met many half-elves, but they're already making a bad impression. " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi priestess leaned heavily on one of her kinsman and merely nodded at the captain's words. Channeling the energy to destroy those undead took much out of her, and her emotions got the better of her as she thought about all of the loss involved in her life recently.\n\nEveryone at the avalanche\nThe survivors who did not survive the wurm\nHer countrymen at the fort\nOlfacht\nNorgold\nThe poor souls whose fate it was to become those wretched creatures that had killed her companions\n\nShe barely registered the actions of the warriors as they burned the fort. Her tear-laden eyes still saw all of the lifeless corpses in the area due to her Deathwatch spell.\n\nNodding at the captain as he lead her away from the inferno, Tryntha was too distressed to notice the changes to her companions, or to process that they were having an argument and threatening each other.\n\nIn a weak voice, she said the captain, but more to assure herself,\n\n \"Immilmar. Yes....the Iron Lord will know what to do. He will make things right in our lands again.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen Tanner asks the others regarding healing, Damian quickly turns away from Grynde, before he can respond - even the beginnings of a response go unanswered. He quickly walks over to Tanner, and speaks up. \"Tanner, let me do the first of the healing. I can't hold onto what I've taken from you for very long, and it's pointless to let it go to waste.\" \n \"It was noble of you to attempt to save Olfacht, incidentally. More than I would have done.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n \"Well now that you know what he's like, don't do it again, obviously...\" Anika scowls and starts observing the group in general and eavesdropping on everyone's conversations." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel catches the tail end of the confrontation between Fizahn and Grynde after talking to the captain. She's starts to move towards the commotion when Tanner pulls her aside. Reluctantly joining him in the sky she listens to what he has to say with some surprise and a bit of anger.\n\" The half-elf is a problem. A rude, arrogant, and dangerous, problem. I don't think any of my friends will care what you do to him. But let me say this: I'm not going to wait for you to deal with him. If he threatens one of us again I'd say whoever's closer gets to deal with him first. \"\n\nTiriel leaves Tanner and rejoins her \"friends.\" She looks over at Grynde before asking Fizahn, \" So... why did the elf-ling have your coat Fizahn? \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn grins at Anika. \"Now that I know what he's like, I need to think of ways to insult him without his knowledge. I'm just joking. I wouldn't risk my life anymore. I'm kind of attached to my head.\" Fizahn's grin changes from mischievous to sheepish as Tiriel questions him. \"Well... He had my coat because coats make an ideal way to pick someone up. I mean, you grab a guy by the throat of his coat and hoist him into the air. it inconveniences him. It's not like someone would go around intentionally wearing a coat he could easily slip out of in case that sort of thing happen.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by kuja.girl \n Tiriel \n\n\" The half-elf is a problem. A rude, arrogant, and dangerous, problem. I don't think any of my friends will care what you do to him. But let me say this: I'm not going to wait for you to deal with him. If he threatens one of us again I'd say whoever's closer gets to deal with him first. \" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n \"I agree and understand on all accounts. Thank you for listening,\" he calls out to Tiriel as she flies back down. \"What have you gotten yourself into now, Tanner?\" he asks himself before returning to the others.\n\nWhen Damian indicates that he must use the healing spell he pilfered from his own spells, Tanner nods and says to him, \"Perhaps you should heal the new-comer? It may ease the tension between you two. As far as the noble thing to do...I would rather think it was the right thing to do. I only wish I could have done better for him and Norgold. Of course the one that I had saved from the owlbears proves to be a bitter reminder of my poor judgement. I wish we had listened to you, Damian. That I regret the most. But let us not dwell on things we cannot change, but remember them when we must make similar choices in the future.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Your shadows are lengthening by the time the flames die down, leaving only a charred pile of charcoal and ash.\n\nThe Rashemi create a sledge for their paralyzed comrade, then begin to move out in small groups. The captain nods to you. \"Time to go.\"\n\n...\n\nThe road is unpaved, but smooth and straight. You head directly west to Immilmar. By the time you arrive, night has fallen. The captain wastes no time and escorts you directly to the forbidding stone keep that looms over the center of the city, the seat of the Iron Lord.\n\nYou have little time to take in your surroundings as you are swept forward through the heavy iron gates into an inner courtyard. Torches cast flickering orange light over the icy cobblestones as your group waits to be admitted. Rashemi warriors line the walls of the courtyard. They seem unsurprised by your arrival, as though you were expected.\n\nAfter several minutes delay, three figures emerge from a dark archway. They step forward, lowering their hoods. Several of you recognize them immediately - Callos, Elthan and Aeroz.\n\nCallos smiles crookedly, \"What took you so long?\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA look of relief washes over his face when he sees the errant trio. Though he'd clashed with Callos and knew Elthan as little more than a dangerous cultist, he was at least glad to see that they hadn't been killed.\n\n\"Let me guess, your teleport point took you directly here?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks shocked at Callos's and Aeroz's appearances. \"I don't know. What took you so short? I heard you were lost in some mystical towers or some such nonsense.\" He shrugs and smiles. \"So, I suppose you've already done the job we were supposed to do. Just one further addendum. Sethra's forces seem to be using the Underdark as a passageway and undead don't need to sleep. I know you already knew that, but I'm just mentioning it because I found that little fact to be very annoying and stressful. I suppose we can all settle down now. You, Callos, could raise the first good skeletal horde. Achkby and Lissa buy a house somewhere, raise the first half-gnome-quarter-lings. What exactly is a ling anyway? Half-halfling just didn't sound right. Anika, Aeroz, and I could probably start a \"firm\" somewhere. Elthan can continue murdering unsuspecting paladins in crisis situations. The usual.\" Fizahn tries to make eye contact with Callos. Having done that, he motions toward Grynde and slams his fist into his hand. I hope he gets the picture that the half-elf is extremely violent. I'm not too good at nonverbal communication. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I wish. I've been to more places then I've ever really wanted to be at, including underwater somewhere which is a distinctly unpleasant place to simply pop into being at. As far as I know there isn't even a tower here to teleport too, we hitched a ride from someone. \" Callos responded with a snort to Khaz, rolling his eyes some as he mentally went back through the experience of...well almost drowning which hadn't been fun. Then his eyes swiveled down to Fizahn and an eyebrow arched.\n\n\" Aren't you supposed to be some horrible mixture of flesh and hideousness? That's what Trinark said anyway...and no, not quite. We still need to see the Iron Lord. Who are these new people? And more importantly why do they travel with you? \" The necromancer asked, suspicion clear in his voice as he gestured at them with his cloak wrapped arm. Too many bad experiences with new people but then again he also knew that his companions had this habit of picking up strays that was rather alarming." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n I think the Gnome's a horrible mixture of flesh and hideousness he interjects, but otherwise remains quiet." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika smirks at Fizahn's suggestion that the thieves in the group hire themselves out as partners in crime. She ignores Grynde and instead answers Callos. \"We got caught in a... what do you call it... an avalanche. They got swept along with us, and we all pulled each other out of the snow. Nothing terribly exciting,\" she finishes sarcastically. \"Why is your cloak wrapped around your arm?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" I have my own very good reasons for having my arm wrapped. I...hurt it during one of the little hops around the world, left quite a mess too until Trinark patched me up. \" He replied a bit off-hand to Katrin as his eyes shifted from the gnome, to the thief, and then finally to the newcomer who had spoken.\n\n Hmm...looks elven...and human...Actually if I didn't know better I'd say he has some 'Elthan' in him. Which would make him... \n\n\" One born from two different races either by love or violence shouldn't be so...liberal with their tongue considering how often ill feelings are directed towards their mixed heritage, half-elf. And if you've traveled any distance you'd know the 'gnome's' name is Fizahn. It may have been awhile but I'm fairly certain that's how he wants to be addressed. \" Callos said pointedly, a bit surprised by how...rude the man was being. Did one interrupt a re-meeting of friends to insult one of them where he came from? What sort of ill-mannered elven place did this guy come from, cause it certainly wasn't a human place. His attention was abruptly diverted however when he looked over the group once more and noticed people missing.\n\n\" ...We've lost more, haven't we?...It'd probably be best to leave Sheyra in the dark about these disappearances. Poor girl has been through enough already.. \" He muttered softly, primarily to himself with a sad worn-out expression on his face." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn shrugs at Callos's comment about him. \"Well, Dame calls me Fizzy. We're such great friends already. I'm not so sure about being a horrible mixture of flesh and hideousness, but I am a sneaky mixture of flesh and handsomeness. Why? Are flesh and hideousness supposed to happen in the Underdark? I don't know so much about that, but I do know that some stalactites, or stalagmites, whichever, grab you and have really big mouths with sharp teeth. I was all ready to go for a nice cool swim when it grabbed me too. I tell you, you would not believe how refreshing that water looked. So, after I got away from the killer stalactites, I started looking for you guys and got lost in hell. And you should have been there for the welcome I got when I did meet back up! Dame shot me,\" Fizahn says cheerfully indicating Damian. \"and that one wanted to cut off my head.\" He finishes equally cheerfully and pointing at Grynde. Need to steal something of his some day. When he least expects it. Someone like him is probably too paranoid to least expect it though. Callos hasn't \"met\" Anika yet, has he? \"Oh, and this is Anika. Really nice girl, too. Feels like you've met her before, doesn't it? What's the point of changing your name if you're still going to talk like you were you? I should probably phrase that differently; it's confusing. Later, once I figure out how I should phrase it. Um, is she unpossessed by Sethra yet? Is that what you mean by been through enough?\" A distinct touch of nervousness and fear entered Fizahn's voice once he heard about Sherya." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Ah, so you escaped then. I'm glad for you, I hear aboleths are rather persistent monsters. Though I'll admit you got a worse reception then when Elthan found me and we found the others, got shot and threatened. Impressive even for you Fizahn. And a pleasure Anika...perhaps you can tell me what happened to the others? \" Callos replied with a chuckle. That was Fizahn alright, he'd have to make sure to take the gnome aside and to slip him a ring to make sure that Fizahn stayed Fizahn though. The same with the others once he made sure that they were themselves.\n\nWhen Fizahn asked about Sheyra though he sighed and gave a shake of his head. \" No...Sethra still possesses her from my knowledge but now its only a matter of time until we erase him from her body. And what I meant is...do you think Sheyra would want to hear that her friends died while trying to expel her mortal enemy from her? No, it'd break her heart and thats something we want to avoid, remember? \"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe glares darkly at Callos. Leave my heritage alone, human he mutters not threateningly. If by 'ill feelings' you're talking about how your kind treat people like me, then yeah, I know what you're talking about. Just because you're purely a human, you don't get to tell me what to do. he spits this sentence out quickly and quietly, his face getting flushed with anger as he goes. When he finishes speaking, he moves towards the back of the cluster of people without waiting for a reply." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nLetting the nausea from the teleportation pass, Aeroz surveys the remaining group members and some of the new ones. \" I hate doing that... \" he mutters.\n\nUpon seeing Fizhan he freezes though. \" What the hell happened to you? You got left behind in that gods-damned lightless cavern \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn mocks shock at Aeroz's statement. \"Well so did you! Guess we both made it out, huh?\" Fizahn looks at Grynde as he gripes at Callos. \"You're making a real great first impression, you smooth talker. I can just tell that the whole of Immilmar is going to love you.\" Fizahn frowns at Callos. His voice is completely serious. \"It's hard for aboleths to catch you when you're being passed from killer stalactite to killer stalactite in some sort of 'gnome snack relay race.'... Not that I know what an Aboleth is. If we're going to take care of Sethra, we'd better do a damn better job than we did when he had Linda. Keep in mind that none of you are obligated to help us. This is something I have to do and anyone who wants to come can.\" The serious expression lasts a little longer before Fizahn suppresses a giggle and grins at Callos. \"Do you think- hehe- that Sethra might- haha- get some sort of pleasure out of possessing a girl? Hahaha. That just strikes me as kind of funny.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" You think of humans as something to be detested and are touchy on the subject of your heritage where there is no insult. Truly a fool's wisdom but he looks young. Maybe he'll learn. \" Callos hissed out in draconic with an exasperated sigh. What was with people who just met him being rude? It had happened ever since he had changed back from a drider, though at least those lot had good reason to be suspicious of strangers. The necromancer's arm throbbed and his good hand instinctfully went to it as his eyes followed the half-elf to the back of the group before lowering to Fizahn.\n\n\" This isn't voluntary for me anymore. The moment he took Sheyra's body I was given to ending him in every sense of the word, and believe me...we'll do better this time. \" He replied with a confident look in his eyes until he heard the joke and giggle that Fizahn had made. It didn't take a great people person to tell what a mistake it had been as his eyes narrowed and went hard, much like his expression when he had casually lightening bolted the wolf/were-wolf a good ways back. Fingers tightened around the shadowstuff wrapping and whatever was beneath the cloak creaked from the pressure of his grip. When he spoke his voice didn't hold any mirth in them and was simply...cold and angry. \" Fizahn...I consider you a fine traveling companion and a friend...but if you ever joke about what Sethra did to Sheyra again, I will hurt you. I expected you to be more sensitive on this matter, I really did. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n n.n; Sheyra is a bit of touchy subjext with Callos. Sorry for the aggressive attitude Errikin, you've been getting it a lot lately and I don't want to add to it.\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian initially hangs back while the newcomers talk with their former companions, his arms folded, studying the newcomers with a cold eye. Callos. Mage, if memory serves, from what Lissa had said. \n\nGrynde's harsh response towards Callos doesn't surprise him, but he keeps his eyes trained on him during the exchange. Like it or not, Grynde reflected on him right now, and the testy half-elf was already likely not making a good impression.\n\nWhen Callos sharply criticizes Fizahn, however, Damian speaks up for the first time, clearing his throat loudly after Callos finishes speaking. \"Before there are any more hurt feelings and this turns into a brawl, perhaps we should do what we came here to do. We aren't making a good impression on our hosts,\" and with this, he glances pointedly at Grynde, \"and from what I understand, you do need them to believe that you are being truthful.\" \n\n(OOC: Erikkin, you can probably assume that Damian healed Fizahn out of insistence, not that that 1 hp of damage is really going to be a big deal. 😁 It's a waste if he doesn't.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn immediately stops laughing. His voice is once more completely serious and a bit sheepish. \"You're completely right Callos. I didn't think before I said that. It is completely in bad taste. When we do rescue her from Sethra, I believe she will not remember being possessed by him. Although, I think she deserves to know everyone who sacrificed themselves for her, and that we make sure they not be forgotten.\" Fizahn's frown deepens and a tear can be seen in his eye before he brushes it away. \"Thokk twice. Ssathiya. Graevic. Taern. Djital. Lumpy. Yix. Linda. Sedryn. Darius. Hajih. Elthan...\" Wait. Was that the clone or the original? Hell, I don't know. Fizahn retreats from the horrors in his head to the real world. He nods at Damian's words. \"True. We do need to tell someone important, and quickly. They will believe us. Either that or perish. If it were my choice, I know which I'd choose.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" You needn't worry stranger, Fizahn and all my former companions know that I wouldn't seriously harm him...though a couple would agree Fizahn needs a good smack know and then. \" Callos said offhand as he kept on looking at the gnome and gave a small smile when he admitted the bad taste of his joke and reached down to give him a pat on the shoulder. \" We're all given to impulsiveness every now and then, don't worry about it too much...and perhaps your right about telling what happened to our other companions as well. In any case they must listen to us, if we don't convince the Iron Lord then Trinark might be in trouble but I'll explain that later in private. \"\n\nLooking over the other assembled people though his eyes sought out the ones he knew and paused on each one for a moment and longer on others." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel doesn't quite follow Fizahn's explanation. She'd forgotten how much gnomes like to talk, and since he seemed fine with whatever had happened then she wasn't going to worry about it. [hr]\nWhen the three cloaked figures turn out to be Callos, Aeroz, and Elthan, Tiriel feels that an unrealized weight had been lifted. Good, they were okay after all . But something was still wrong. There should have been one more. And Callos had finally mentioned something that had her worried again.\n\" Wait. Where's Trinark? What do you mean he'll be in trouble?!? \"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Trinark was...detained by an old...acquaintance of mine. Needless to say we should double our efforts to reach the Iron Lord if we want to see him again. \" Aeroz mimics a slight cough.\n\n\" Like Callos said, its a long story... \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan remains silent for the first stage of conversation, doing little more than waving his hand in greeting to them, just a bit concerned they might drop everything and accuse him of murder again (and rightfully so) in front of their host. He relaxes as the conversation avoids him, but does begin to blink curiously at Grynde as he slides to the back, looking aside to Callos and confirming, \"He is more than a bit touchy on the matter. I hope that it doesn't mean anything for me.\" \n\nTruthfully, he did share just a bit of Grynde's feelings, but knew that such feelings were highly misplaced and often unwarranted. All of the humans he had traveled with, a large portion of the group, had not been unkind to him without due cause. Of course, perhaps it had something to do with his soft disposition? Grynde's display of communication skills so far did not make him seem the type who would draw many friends easily.\n\n \"It is indeed a long story Tiriel, one which would be best told once we do convince to Iron Lord to assist us.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis face lights up with a smile when he sees the group reunited... but it tightens when he spots Elthan. He has an unvoluntary glance towards Lissa." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nFaluil stays silent as the group walks into and through the city. He observes the three newcomers as they talk to his new comrades.\n\n More old friends. Wonder if everyone who they think is dead is actually dead. \n\nThe presence of another half-human disturbed him slightly, though. If the one that they had with them was so volatile, what would the new one be like?" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nAt first, Retay hangs back, trying to look insignificant (which is difficult when you're 6'5\" tall, rather broad, and carrying a huge axe on your back). But eventually, he seems to come to a decision.\n\nThe barbarian walked up to the newcomers and said, \"Well met... Callos, Elthan, and Aeroz, was it? I've heard a fair bit about you three from the short ones.\" He indicates Lissa and Achkby. Then without much warning, he says, \"I understand... that you three know something about that necromancer that's allied with the Army of Darkness.\" \n\nHe glanced around, making sure none of the locals were listening - this news deserved to reach the right ears first - and whispers, \"I'd be surprised if one of the others hasn't mentioned this yet, but we came upon a Rashemi guard outpost. Empty. Found the guards' bodies inside, gnawed upon. Then a few hundred undead abominations came upon us. We lost two good men there. That's why I ask.\n\n\"Oh - and I'd swear the planes are in on us. That one,\" he points to Khazrael, \"is, I understand, part-fiend. And I've seen at least two of the others sprout white wings.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael picks up Retay's comment and abruptly storms over to him.\n\n\"Hey! Keep it down! These barbarians already can't stand me. If they hear you talking like that, they might just decide I'm a liability, eh? I don't know how you feel about it, but most people don't like the idea of having someone like me around.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n \"Don't get me wrong, Khazrael, but they'll like you even less if you keep calling them barbarians. We shouldn't be fighting among ourselves in any case--didn't we come here for an audience with the Iron Lord?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Enough! Anika's right, we, \" she indicates herself, anika, callos, elthan, aeroz, fizahn, khazreal, adalmar, lissa, achkby and lissa, \" need to speak with the Iron Lord. As far as I'm concerned you're welcome to come along but please don't try to explain things that you may not completely understand or did not witness. Hopefully it'll lead to less confusion that way. \"\nTiriel takes a deep breath hoping that what she said simplifies things a little.\n\nooc: I don't think I forgot anyone... if I did please point it out so I can fix it!" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAt Tiriel's comment, Damian, who had been standing by after his interjection before, speaks up again. \"Tiriel - if I may make a suggestion - I think one of you should speak to the Iron Lord. One of the problems that we're having is that everyone's too headstrong - everyone wants to contribute, and everyone has been. Sometimes that's a good thing. In this case, it's not. If you want to convince a ruler that what you're saying is true, you need to present a unified front - One person explains. If any questions are asked that that one person doesn't know, then the companions can fill in details.\" \n\nHe sweeps his arm around, indicating all of Immilmar. \"Look around you - think about what we've seen. This is an ordered society. If you present them with order, they'll understand.\" \n \"Tryntha can probably facilitate the introduction and any proprieties, but I think all of you should decide which one of you should present the information. I don't think this is going to be nearly as obvious as any of you think. I've dealt with leaders before. They don't like change, and they'll look for any evidence to believe exactly the opposite of what you say.\" \n \"And once that one person is decided, the rest should really just, to be frank, shut up.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nThough at first ready to interject, Elthan listens with patience as Damian explains his request. With a short look around to the others, he gives a nod of agreement to Damian. \"He... Does have a point. Additional speakers would only detract from the main point. That being said though, it should either be Callos, Aeroz, or I who speaks to the Iron Lord. If we want to see Trinark again, we need to convince them to ally with Hondoleth, and unfortunately we know a bit more about that at the moment than rest of the group.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn seems to quiet down some as the meeting wears on. He seems sort of unhappy that warning the Iron Lord hasn't already been taken care of. He nods however as one spokesperson is suggested. \"A good plan. We only need one spokesperson, and I suppose that it should be one of you three, given your new situation... and Trinark's imminent danger? I suggest Aeroz. No offense Callos, but you might piss them off as much as I would.\" Offense meant to you of course, Elthan. Fizahn makes sure all his weapons are sheathed and starts walking in whatever direction he assumes the Iron Lord's castle to be." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Well, thats not putting any pressure on me \" Aeroz state sarcastically at Fizhan's remark. \" However, If it'll help get Trinark back, I'll do it. Callos, you may also want to explain the 'gift' that my old friend Prozen gave us \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel nods in agreement with Damian. \" This is true, but I still think that providing other... whitenesses will strengthen our cause. I guess we'll all be called on to give 'our versions' if there's any doubt. \"\nShe crosses her arms and looks at Elthan with a scowl. \" But there's no way you're going to represent us after what you did. Callos and Aeroz are both competent, I'll happy with whomever the group decides. \n\" What about Prozen and a gift now? \"\n \nooc: I didn't mention it before but Tiriel would have reactivated her \"glamor\" to hide her wings after the battle. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quickly realizes that he has no idea where he's going. He stops and turns back to the group. \"Any of you know where we're supposed to be going? Yeah, no pressure Aeroz. I kinda pictured it with Aeroz as the main spokesperson and all of us there nodding agreement and helping Aeroz with difficult questions. And, Callos is competent. Very competent. Extremely competent; however, he has a tendency to be blunt, condescending, and un-flowery. What we need is flowery noble speech. I trust Aeroz knows how to do it better than the other two.\" Fizahn silently walks over to the closest Imilmar peasant. His hand quickly dips into the man's purse before he taps him on the side. \"Excuse me. Yeah, down here. Thank you. Would you perhaps be able to tell us how we'd be able to get an audience with the Iron Lord. It's a matter of utmost urgency.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Sleight of Hand - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \nEdit: Yeah, I probably just pissed some people off. Stupid two.🫤\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" No offense taken. I'm not a people person and I'm at least aware of that fact. In any case we really don't have time to stand here and talk to each other, we should do what we came here for in the first place so wee can speak of equally important matters in private. \" Callos said loftily, and pointedly avoiding the topic of this gift with a suspicious look to all those who were around them, and not just the guards and couriers either." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Fizahn looks around for a commoner, but finds no one that would fit that description. Every Rashemi nearby is a heavily armed warrior. Some have badges signifying one berserker lodge or another. The Rashemi have been watching your group's reunion with interest from a discreet distance. Although it is night, the entire castle appears to be on alert.\n\nAeroz, Callos and Elthan find that the scroll they were carrying is missing. Their weapons and other items, however, have been left untouched. In fact, no one has been disarmed or otherwise restricted in any way. The three men have no way of knowing how long they were left lying on the cobblestones after their teleportation courtesy of the circle mages of Hlondeth. It would appear that they were searched, but nothing other than the scroll has been taken.\n\nAs some of you begin to wonder aloud about the Iron Lord, the Rashemi captain appears and beckons your group towards a large archway.\n\nAn enormous keep towers above the archway. This keep is the highest structure within the entire citadel, which itself is the highest part of the city of Immilmar. No doubt the Iron Lord resides inside. Perhaps he has decided to grant you an audience in the middle of the night. An unusual violation of the usual Rashemi protocol, Tryntha notes.\n\nYour stomachs growl, reminding you that you have not had dinner yet ..." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nA sense of joy is felt deep within Tanner's heart when he sees Immilmar. It takes his resolve to not take flight and make as swift of an entrance as possible. However, he did vow to himself that he would do all he could to see this through, so he remains with the group.\n\nUpon meeting the trio of companions of the other group, Tanner stands an awaits an introduction. None other than the names of the three is given. It seems like the rest of us are not needed here from how this group of adventurers is carrying on. I will accompany them inside and give my account when asked by the Iron Lord, but I may be needed here to repel the menace approaching, Tanner thinks to himself. And I thought Grynde was rude. Here we had helped them, lost several of our number, while those of their group remain in tact. Not even a thank you. One thing is for sure, I seek to enlist the help of Damian - although uncharactistic, he is a true leader. His skills will be needed in the days to come. \n\nTanner will remain quiet until addressed, but follows along with the others." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika, as well, follows along quietly. She looks around in feigned interest, taking in everything as she walks through the halls, noting not only the way back, but side passages and 'landmarks' such as tapestries and furniture, or anything else that might pose an obstacle or cover a secret door." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n Hmmm... No. No. No. No... Hell. All these people look like they can chop my head off. I am not risking that for a couple gold. Fizahn remains quiet as the party is led off, to his embarrassment, in the exact opposite direction he had originally chosen. Wow. I see it now. How could I not see it before? Maybe, I'm subconsciously trying to avoid the pleading of our case. His mind quickly changes from these thoughts however, and he voices his doubts to his comrades. \"I think this is a bad idea. I'm really hungry. We need food, and this guy is probably sleeping in a heavily guarded room. Perhaps we could adjourn to the nearest pub and actually make introductions?\" Fizahn bows before the party. \"I'm Fizahn. I believe I told most of you my name before. These are my friends Callos and Aeroz. This is Elthan.\" He indicates each of them as he says this and there is a considerable pause between Aeroz's name and Elthan's introduction. \"Callos, Aeroz... Elthan, these are Dame,\" He points at Damien. \"Half-elf, half- violent,\" Grynde is indicated. \"Blasty ghoul killer,\" He motions toward Tryntha. \"Brother Flies-a-lot,\" He gives a gesture to Tanner. The guy with big ears and an equally giant sword.\" He points at Faluil. \"And Mrs. Almost-get-eaten-with-Achkby-and-Lissa.\" A brief gesticulation towards Desmona. \"I believe I mentioned the beautiful and talented Anika already. You'll find her to be very familiar. Almost as if you've known her for a while.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel rolls her eyes at Fizahn's \"introduction.\" Some of his nicknames were good though. but it makes me wonder what he calls the rest of us when we're not around... \n\n\" I think we'd better just along with things for now Fizahn. I'd rather get an audience now than some unknown later time. \"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen the group is ushered off, Tryntha's comment causes Damian's nerves to prickle. Something felt wrong - and even if it was simply news of unrest reaching this town and putting it into a tense state, prudence seemed the best plan. Never talk to a man who can throw you in prison without an escape route, that's what I always say. \n \"Tiriel. I need to get something out of my backpack, if that's all right.\" \n\nWalking over as she hands over the pack, he quickly searches for his own personal escape route before returning the pack with thanks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(grabbing a scroll of invisibility from the pack)\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHis feelings are a mix of awe and discomfort (forester forever...), but he cannot helped being cheered by little Fizzy and his capering. He nods his agreement with the \"one speaker\" plan, but wouldn't volunteer for all the gold in the world. He never expected he would have to deliver his plea for help to the Iron Lord himself...\n\nGetting closer to Tryntha, he asks quietly in Rashemen : \" Lady Tryntha, do you have happen to have a connection to the Iron Lord ? Things are going, well, fast... \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n I hope this Iron Lord doesn't get mad at me for showing up in his court without a shirt on... " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, human barbarian \n\nRetay follows the others in silence, looking even more troubled than usual." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner winces at Fizahn's introduction. He replies, \"Fizahn, like you I have a name. I am called Tanner Gondsman by the Rashemi people because of my profession and faith in the Great Maker. I would appreciate being called such - preferably Tanner or Gondsman instead of one of the multitude of creative nicknames I am sure you may come up with.\" Tanner then addresses those introduced, \"Callos, Aeroz, and Elthan - a pleasure to meet you.\" He cannot help but note that Fizahn called Callos and Aeroz his friend and left Elthan out of the mix. Perhaps this group is not as close knit as I once believed, Tanner considers silently.\n\nThe cleric of Gond then adds, \"I agree with Damian that the newcomers should address the Ironlord to tell of the dire situation that plagues the land. I live in Immilmar, and I speak Rashemi. As a merchant, I have found that diplomacy is important. Although I shall defer my expertise to a native like Tryntha, I offer up my assistance where needed.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAs the others talk, he stays silent, painfully conscious of the dislike eminating towards him from everybody else. His eyes rest on Elthan. He, too, notices that Fizahn does not seem to like him either.\n I'm noticing a trend here... Bloody midgets. \n Yes, I've noticed you talk a lot he mutters to himself in response to Tanner's comment, and a sneer crosses his face." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn nods at Tanner. \"Naturally Brother Gondsman. I will gladly refer to you by your name. I just didn't recall it at the time. Had I remembered people's names, I most surely would have used them. Except I did recall Grynde's name. \" Fizahn looks around for a second, and his eyes focus on Retay. He smacks himself in the forehead and looks back at Callos, Aeroz, and Elthan. \"Over there is Silent but Deadly, the worm slayer I believe.\" He then looks over at the Rashemi captain. \"Although I must tell you, I'm unsure as to who this fine buoyant conversationalist is. What's your name sir?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nRelaxing slightly, slipping the scroll in a belt loop, he looks to the newcomers. \"Incidentally, I'm Dam ian , though ' Fizzy ' apparently enjoys diminutives - ironic, that.\" His eyes roll slightly with mention of Fizahn, and looks back to him. \"Incidenally, Fizahn, if things do calm down slightly, I might want to enlist your aid in learning gnome. It's one of the languages that's been on my to-do list for a while, although, to be honest, I haven't had a need for it. Never had a gnome employer.\" \n\nHe chuckles slightly, his eyes going distant. \"Listening to you, there might be a reason for that.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, \"silent but deadly\" \n\nRealising he is being spoken about, Retay looks intently at the gnome for a moment, then suddenly grins. It's probably the happiest he's looked since the avalanche.\n\n \"Worm slayer,\" he says to noone in particular. \"I like the sound of that...\" \n\n((Woot! 1000th post in this thread!! 😁 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The captain ignores Fizahn's attempts at banter. He and the other members of his troop escort your party into the Iron Lord's keep. The Rashemi are serious and solemn. You pass down a long stone passageway under several raised portcullises. The walls are perforated at regular intervals with arrow slits. Grates in the arched ceiling above would allow pitch or burning oil to be poured down on any invaders.\n\nThe passageway opens into a large vaulted hall. Torches and braziers provide flickering light, though the hall is too large to illuminate completely. The ceiling remains cloaked in shadow. Supporting pillars and arches disappear into the darkness above, creating the illusion that you have walked into a stone forest.\n\nSeated across from you, at the far end of the hall, is a large man seated on an enormous iron throne. The man wears heavy furs over his shoulders. A simple golden circlet worn low over his brow is his only sign of office. A gigantic battleaxe leans against the throne within easy reach.\n\nAn honor guard of six equally enormous berserkers stand on either side of the throne. The twelve of them stand at attention with hands folded over the pommel of their greatswords, placed pointdown in front of them.\n\nTo either side of the great hall are formations of Rashemi berserkers, representatives of the great lodges of Rashemen. Tryntha notes their insignia - Snow Tiger, Ettercap, Wolf, Ice Troll, Owlbear, and others. There appear to be hundreds of warriors assembled here.\n\nAlthough it is the middle of the night, the Rashemi stand formally at attention before their huhrong. No one speaks or fidgets. The chamber is unnaturally silent except for the crackling of the torches.\n\nTryntha is the only Rashemi female in the room as best you can tell.\n\n...\n\nThe Rashemi wolf captain drops to one knee before the huhrong . His men kneel as well. Without speaking, the captain and his men move off to the side and take up positions among the assembled mass of the other berserkers.\n\nThe Iron Lord or huhrong is handsome and clean-shaven giving him a youthful appearance, though his face is creased with wrinkles. His hair is jet black and tied back under his golden circlet. He leans forward eyeing your group intently. Though his shoulders are covered by a fur cape, his massive hands and muscular forearms hint at great physical strength. His blue eyes sparkle by firelight, suggesting great intelligence and wisdom.\n\nHe holds a scroll in his left hand.\n\n \"Greetings, daughter of Rashemen,\" \n\n\"And welcome, strangers.\" The Iron Lord moves easily between the Rashemi dialect and the common tongue.\n\n\"What brings you to Immilmar?\" He asks the question casually as if discussing the weather, but the formality of this audience and the assembled crowd of berserkers tell you that he is well aware that your arrival signals events of great significance ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael remains quiet, waiting instead for someone else to speak up. He keeps his feet planted well apart from each other, and his arms hang loosely at his sides, giving him a very casual look despite the grim and formal nature of the proceedings.\n\nHis bright blue gaze dances across the barbarians present, and he wonders for the first time whether these men are truly ready to face the approaching army. He briefly mulls over the stories he's heard of all-powerful witches ruling this frozen land, and begins to internally question their current absence." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe hairs on the back of his neck prickle as his nerves continue to get worse as the party enters the heavily guarded keep. His eyes continually scan above them, his breathing quickening.\n\nWhen they enter the large audience room, Damian lets himself drift to the back of the party, his eyes constantly glancing behind them. It's not that easy to blend in when your party consists of people mainly shorter than you. \n\nHe flips the collar up on his jacket, lowering his eyes to attempt to keep his face relatively hidden. Meeting with powerful men was not out of the ordinary for him in the least. Meeting with powerful men outside of a back alley, or their own private quarters, or even the public anonymity of a bar tavern - that was out of the ordinary.\n\n Just feels wrong, like this. Like I'm an upstanding member of society or something. " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\n[ooc] wow, missed a lot while out of touch. sorry all, death in the family kept me away for a bit [/ooc]\n\nTryntha followed along in a daze after the display of carnage and death. Her exertion and the emotional drain weighed heavily on her and she was barely able to follow the fast banter of the strange gnome, whose arrival she had missed, and yet more companions of the others brought together by the avalanche.\n\nShe tried to find a suitable break in the conversation to offer introductions and see if the Callos gentleman needed any additional healing to his arm, but the pace of the talking did not lend itself to such an interruption.\n\nAt the urging of the captain, she moved with the others through the arch into the chambers of her land's lord.\n\nAt the display of loyalty and his greeting, she remembered herself and the place among her people she strove for and pushed her emotions aside. Dropping into a deep curtsy before the Iron Lord, she rose with all the strength she could muster and addressed him,\n\n \"Lord of Iron, blessed are we who stand before you. I am called Tryntha Nomthor, a sister of healing. It is with great need that these visitors ,\" \n\nShe stresses her term for referring to those behind her, making it clear the difference between the term the Iron Lord used,\n\n \"are gathered before you. Through deeds, most have shown their character to be benevolent and caring. They bring word of a great danger that even now bares down on our lands. I present to you, Aeroz.\" \n\nWishing she knew more of the man to offer by way of introduction, Tryntha steps aside makes room for Aeroz to stand forward and address the Iron Lord." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner stands next to Tryntha and smiles and nods at her after she is through with the introduction. The look conveys a non-verbal 'good job' sentiment. Tanner then turns to look at Aeroz and awaits his tale." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nUpon his introduction to the Iron Lord, Aeroz's shoulders tense up. He wasn't a diplomat. At best he was a conman, a swindler. Still, there was too much at stake for him to screw up.\n\n\" Um...your Iron Lordship... \" Stupid! You're stupid Aeroz! Don't address him like it \" I come with a request from the Queen of Hlondeth. \"\n\nAeroz swallows the lump forming in his throat. \" The Queen wishes to form an alliance between your two peoples in order to fend of the threat of Sethra the Necromancer's army. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn bows before the Iron Lord once he sees him. After he finishes his bow, he imitates the Iron Lord's retainers and stands at attention to Aeroz. He soon groans inwardly as Aeroz begins speaking. No stuttering! Come on Aeroz. I can't secretly tell him anything. Why didn't he ever learn the superior tongue of the gnomes. He needs to be smooth. At least he's not acting like the queen is superior. He can't be belligerent, which is why I can't talk. I do have a tendency to be condescending to the inferior races. Oh well. I'm here cheering for you Aeroz, but it's silent cheering. Get used to it. He tries as hard as he can to remain motionless and not fidget, but is considerably worse at it than the Rashemi. His facial features are caught up in a storm of emotion and constantly change. Fear. Nervousness. Impatience. Horror. Anxiety. Confusion. Terror. Agitation. Concern. Apprehensiveness. Restlessness. Dread." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe wood elf had seem some impressive gathering halls in his day. Namely most of Silverymoon. This did not lessen the effect that this great hall had on him. The forest aesthetic did much to put him at ease, and he visibly relaxed before noticing the scowls on many barbarians' faces.\n\n They do not like us here. We are strangers. Best not to act out, best to show utmost respect, etc..., etc... \n\nHe adopted a stance more befitting a grand hall, arms at his sides, chin up, back straight and chest out, but only to display confidence, not arrogance.\n\n What would Melrya say if she saw me in such a place? It has been so long since I saw her...Best not to dwell on that. Eyes forward, eyes forward, eyes forward... \n\nHe dropped into a typical Myth Drannor bow when they reached the foot of the Iron Lord's throne. He took to one knee and spread his arms forward, palms facing up. Then he returned to silent observation. But his mind had begun turning after the one called Aeroz announced his desires. And his Queen's desires.\n\n The Iron Lord and the Queen of Hlondeth. Alliances. Silverymoon. Yes! That is it! I need to get to Silverymoon. The greatest mages of the age are gathered there...well I am fairly certain they are. I have not seen much outside of...Cormanthor. I should discuss the prospect with my companions soon. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian continues to grin at his new title for some time, but the throne room puts a stop to that.\n\nRetay takes up position beside Tryntha, on the other side from Tanner, and tries to stand straight and still. So many people... The Iron Lord himself... I'm probably the most obvious member of the group... Got to look serious... Must make a good impression...\n\nHang on, what's this 'Hlondeth' Aeroz is talking about? " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAt the sight of the formiddable axe near the Iron Lord, his eyebrows raise up to his fringe and he whistles in his mind. He makes no noise, however, remembering how the rest of the group would probably gut him if he said anything in a situation as serious as this.\n Humans. Such showoffs. He could've met us without being so damn intimidating. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Iron Lord raises an eyebrow at Aeroz's brief statement.\n\n\"An alliance? A handful of ghouls hardly makes an army. What makes the Serpent Queen think that we require any assistance at all?\"\n\nThe Iron Lord raises his voice as he says this, and his gaze sweeps across your group as he speaks as if challenging any of you to answer.\n\nIn response, the assembled berserkers shout out and stamp their feet in unison three times, raising their weapons to the ceiling. The entire floor literally trembles.\n\nThe Iron Lord raises his hand, silencing them, then goes on to speak in a quieter voice.\n\n\"And in any case, the Vilhon Reach lies on the other side of the Sea of Fallen Stars. What possible aid does the Serpent Queen offer from beyond the setting sun?\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Miserable stuck-up jackass... \n\nKhazrael's lip curls defiantly and he loses his composure momentarily. He cannot restrain himself from speaking, but makes an honest attempt to at least be logical about it. He meets the Iron Lord's gaze directly as he speaks.\n\n\"You've already lost one fort and all of its defenders. Doesn't it trouble you that no one saw the enemy approaching? Sethra didn't send those ghouls because they were all he had. He sent them because they were all he needed. Why put your people at risk if you don't need to?\"\n\n\"As close as Thesk, we encountered more than a hundred of the walking dead. They came from nowhere and destroyed an entire village--one that had no military capability, then simply disappeared. Those of us who got out very narrowly escaped with our lives. What will you do when your villages start disappearing, and there is no enemy to fight?\"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks slightly downcast. This is going to be hard. He looks at Aeroz and raises a finger. \"One. You need to mention the witch who paid Achkby.\" A second finger is raised. \"Two. You need to mention the unholy alliance with the Tanar'ri.\" He brings up a third finger. \"Three. Praise their power and strength. Right now.\" He raises a fourth finger. \"Four. Make sure they know that the ghouls were just a scouting party meant to annihilate us before we warned them.\" He finishes off his first hand with his thumb. \"Five. Mention what an advantage it would be to have a second front against Sethra opened by the serpent queen. Sethra would have to split up his forces because of the attacks on both sides.\" Fizahn drops his hand and looks at Aeroz intently. And for Garl's sake Aeroz, don't screw up. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n Damn. Stay hidden, and watch this enterprise fall apart, or reveal myself here. First is safer for me in the short term, and it keeps the opportunity of employment in Immilmar open. Second is probably safer for me in the long term. A sigh escapes him. I hate these decisions. Oh well, I've already fallen in with this lot, and Rashemen doesn't seem like it would be as rife with opportunity as I was led to believe. \n\nDamian steps forward through the group just before Fizahn gives advice to Aeroz, putting a hand on Khazrael's shoulder, speaking with a strong voice, and folding his collar down as he strides forward. \"Your Lordship - please forgive my brash companion. He nearly froze to death in our travels here, and I believe it has left his tongue quite sharp. But he speaks from worry and fear, not from anger or criticism.\" \n \"I cannot speak for the facts as well as the others here, but I can tell you that my other companion,\" and he nods to Aeroz, \"has far more to explain. The situation is dire. Nations have fallen, standing alone, believing in their own might. Has a nation ever fallen for being too prepared?\" \n \"I pray thee, let my friend explain the situation. Immilmar is not the first city to face this threat - and the others bear the scars for not being forewarned.\" \n\nWith a nod to Aeroz, Damian steps back among the rest of the group, standing behind and to one side of Retay." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner watches in exasperation as one by one several party members speak up when the group decided that the one native person would introduce the chosen speaker. Tanner thinks to himself as he stands stoically, Perhaps I am on the wrong side when these whom I travel with say they will do one thing but then do the opposite. Even Grynde is managing to hold his tongue. Not, you, too, Damian. Please, Gond, help resolve this situation successfully. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nA shuffle of feet can be heard from the back of the group, then Adalmar hesitantly steps forward. He is mindful to stay behind Aeroz, because he wouldn't want to usurp the position of speaker inadvertently. His bow is deep but awkward.\n\n\"My Lord\" he begins in Rashemen to indicate his familiarity with that language - \" I have a simple story for you. With my own eyes, I have seen Drow and Demons sweeping through the Great Dale. I was a Ranger of Lethyr, but I fear the Rangers are no more.\n\nAnd I fear this army will not stop at your doorstep. \"\n\nThe whole speech is said with some stuttering - he can't seem to rekindle the flame with which he addressed the berserkers when the group first encountered them.\n\nIf the Lord does not have questions for him, he retreats rapidly to the back of the group.\nThere, he takes a moment to breathe, and his shoulders slump. His message has been passed, and with it, a great burden has been lifted from his mind. He has done what he could - not much, in all honesty - and now he can only pray that the Lord will answer the call, be it out of reason or out of mercy." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHis eyebrows take a permanent resting place higher up his forehead than usual, glancing first at the axe, then approvingly at Khazrael, then at Damian too, and he watches Fizahn talking to Aeroz with a smirk besides. He is still uncharacteristicly quiet.\n Oh, he's refusing us now? Self-righteous pillow-biter... " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel tries to conceal her frustration at how their audience was going. This what not at all what she had envisioned. Sharing a look with Anika, Tiriel raises an eyebrow in question, so when do we pull out the mask and explain that there was a demon impersonating on of their witches? Oh and it hired us to get Sethra the kris? " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"Let them come then. We shall be ready for them,\" the Iron Lord says with confidence, responding to Damian.\n\n\"Whatever element of surprise they might have once had has now been squandered. We are ready to defend our land, as we have done time and time again. We will fight the enemy on the water, among the trees, or even beneath the earth should it become necessary.\"\n\nHis eyes turn toward Adalmar. \"Ranger, I am saddened to hear your words. You and your fellow refugees are welcome here. The Forest of Lethyr may have fallen, but I assure you that you will be safe here in Rashemen.\"\n\nTurning back to Aeroz, the Iron Lord asks again, \"So, elf, what exactly does the Serpent Queen want from Rashemen? Surely this necromancer poses no threat to Hlondeth or the Vilhon Reach. Her interest in the affairs of the East therefore puzzles me.\"\n\n\"As long as this necromancer stays on his side of the Lakes, he is neither my concern, nor hers as best I can tell.\"" }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nThis was getting harder than Aeroz had imagined it to be. However, the alliance needed to be made. Aeroz straightens his back and assumes an assertive voice, one he hadn't used in a while.\n\n\" Your lordship. What do men with power want? More power. The necromancer Sethra has in his possession an artifact that can raise legions of undead. The army has started to lay siege to Hlondeth and the Vilhon Reach. Hlondeth has been weakened. Who do you think he will be coming for next? As your forces lay untouched, you have the ability to turn the tide of this war. Perhaps even save the region. If the Serpent queen can get her hands on that artifact...well, needless to say it would be a great asset to fending off the army. \"" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nDespite his best efforts, Retay is growing agitated. I've heard a lot about this army from the others, but Aeroz puts it in an entirely different perspective... The Vilholn Reach, I'm sure I've heard of that from some traveller or another, I really must pay more attention to those people. So Hlondeth is there? Gods, the army is in Hlondeth and Cormanthor and Rashemen? This is worse than I could ever have imagined... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Iron Lord frowns.\n\n\"Hlondeth lies countless leagues away, across Lake Ashane, all of Thesk, and the entire Sea of Fallen Stars. What concern is it of mine should the Emerald City fall?\"\n\nHe leans farther forward, speaking more softly.\n\n\"Furthermore, if this artifact is as powerful as you suggest, why would I want such a thing to fall into the Serpent Queen's hands? It is bad enough that the thing has fallen into a necromancer's hands. Why should Rashemi blood be spilled to simply transfer the item from one abomination's hands into another's?\"\n\nHe leans back in his throne and gazes at your group, perhaps looking for a more persuasive argument for his involvement in what he clearly sees as an alien affair." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn's look cycle changes slightly to incorporate annoyance. His voice once more enters it's generally used sarcastic tones. \"Yes, Aeroz. Thank you so much for listening carefully to all my suggestions and using them all to devastating effect. I am so glad that the Rashemen are allied with us now, and we can retire to a life of luxury. Look Aeroz, this man is a king. King! He's not going to listen to you just because you are using a deep gruff voice that is similar to an older brother. You need to convince him that he will benefit greatly from all this! Just give me a second.\" Fizahn looks at the king and swallows nervously. \"Garl please don't let me doom us all.\" He takes a tiny step up and tries to force all the nervousness and fear out of his voice. \"As I have not been personally approached by the serpent queen or nay of her vassals to forge an alliance, I would just like to point out that allying with her does not necessarily mean she will obtain the artifact. Furthermore, even if she does get it, she has no designs on your lands, being across the sea and everything, but Sethra obviously wants to conquer them. I believe that this has been indicated by the ghouls conquering one of your outposts. Also, I would like to say that yes, it will be necessary to combat Sethra underground. I know for a fact that his ghoul armies happen to be using the Underdark as passageways. They also don't need to rest while marching, unlike your soldiers who will eventually need to rest, I'm sure that they are strong enough to go many days without rest, but they will need to some time. His forces also increase with each of your brave and powerful warriors that he slays. The situation is much more dangerous than you believe it to be. I hope that goes over well. Did I throw in enough compliments? I probably could have thrown in more... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe gives a nod to Fizahn, and elaborates.\n\n\"You mentioned that Sethra had lost the element of surprise--I don't think he ever expected to have it. He knows that we are working against him, and he knows that we are in this area. I'm sure that he knew we'd be coming here. The fact that he didn't even see fit to stop us should indicate the confidence with which he approaches.\"\n\nA slow grin spreads across his face as he changes tactics, appealing instead to the barbarians' attitudes toward conflict.\n\n\"Besides, isn't the best victory one in which you face a foe who thinks himself more powerful than you? Isn't one of the greatest thrills of battle to see the sneer of pride wiped from his face as you overwhelm him and drive him into the ground? Sethra hasn't stopped us because he believes we don't need to be stopped. He is counting on the fact that you will not work with the Serpent Queen. He's walking on thin ice, and it would take little more than a simple treaty to shatter it right under his feet.\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHis mouth opens slightly, but then he thinks better of it and stays silent.\n Oh yes, an argument well made by Khazrael. Didn't they just say there were a lot of ghouls? More than enough to wipe out this Hlondeth and all these rashy men. They've got no hope either way. I just hope we get to rest soon. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Iron Lord rubs his chin thoughtfully then smiles. His teeth are straight and white.\n\n\"Gnome and ... man-bird, you may have some good points buried within your attempts at glib flattery. But a few dozen ghouls do not an invading army make.\"\n\nHe holds up the scroll that had been taken from Aeroz, Elthan, and Callos.\n\n\"This scroll confirms at least some of your and the elf's words. Hlondeth is under siege by advance forces of the Army of Darkness, and the Serpent Queen believes that you may be able to deliver the key to saving her city, if Rashemen aids you.\"\n\n\"If the threat is as dire as you claim, then Rashemen must act, but before I commit the forces of my fyrra I will require proof that this necromancer of whom you speak truly threatens my people.\"" }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe was disappointed by the (too) measured reaction of the Lord to his words. Sure, he hadn't asked directly for help, but he has no clue if he was entitled to speak for the whole of the Great Dale, and the ruler was smart enough to understand the implicit plea for help...\n\nThen he realizes he was obsessing about the army in the Dale and forgot an element of great importance. He whispers to the closest person to him - which happen to be Tiriel : \" The vampires ! We forgot about them ! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nTrying to getting you to speak, kuja 😛\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika steps forward and bows deeply to the Iron Lord. \"Your Lordship, I believe I may have the proof you require. While in Hlondeth, I and my two companions were hired by an elegant, mysterious masked woman. I can only assume she was Rashemi, as she had the same manner and accent of speech as Your Lordship's people. We were to retrieve the evil artifact known as the Kris of Sethra from a Thayan envoy also in Hlondeth. This Kris When we had acquired the artifact, we were to travel to Telflamm and wait until we were contacted there. We successfully gained the Kris and guarded it until we reached Telflamm. Along the way, chance brought Sheyra, one of the two last surviving heirs of Sarloc, ancient enemy of Sethra, to me and my companions. She was a refugee from the war in Mulhorand, and had managed to escape those who would abduct her and hold her for ransom. Although she and I eventually parted ways, we met again in Telflamm, after an arduous journey through the Underdark, where we were forced to travel by that same war between Mulhorand and Unther. In Telflamm, in Sheyra's home, we were contacted by a masked woman, but not the same one as before unless I miss my guess. When she removed her mask, she was the twin of Sheyra. Thinking she was a friend of our previous employer, we left the Kris with her, to be stored in her protective vaults. In return she gave us her mask and orders to go to a Rashemi hathran named 'Lady Yhelbruna,' who I assume was our previous employer. We were told to go to Your Lordship, and that Your Lordship would lead us to 'Lady Yhelbruna.' It was a grave mistake indeed, to have left the Kris with Sheyra, for it was not until we were well upon our way to Rashemen that we discovered that Sheyra had been possessed by the evil necromancer Sarloc, who had used his necromantic magic to store his soul in a fire opal before he died, and when his prison was opened, he transferred his soul into a living man, taking possession of the man's body and forcing the man's mind into the opal. He continued in this manner, abandoning one body and possessing another, until he came upon Sheyra. When he possessed her, he knew that she was the last descendent of his mortal enemy and believed his victory was assured. Sethra's undead minions, raised by his Kris , pursued us all the way to Your Lordship's esteemed country; we faced--and fled--vampires, armies of walking skeletons and corpses, ghouls, and even people that seemed human, but cast no shadow. We barely escaped with our lives by running away. Some of us, including one of my companions, did not even keep their lives.\n\n\"Sethra's army is extensive and powerful, and includes human (or not-so-human) magic-users as well as hordes upon hordes of undead. He has already conquered many well-defended cities, among them the elven city of Myth Drannor. Hlondeth, too, may soon fall. Sethra himself can invade a person's body and absorb their memories, to act as that person without detection, until a better host comes along. He might already have destroyed Sheyra and her twin, Sarloc's heirs, so as to make his victory complete for himself--victory in eventually conquering all of Faerun, and victory in finally destroying the last remnants of Sarloc's influence.\" \n\n(OOC: Holy crap, long speech. Anika probably hasn't said this many words in a row in years. 😦 )" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Anika's outburst is stunning to most of you, mostly because the reserved mistress-of-disguise has hardly ever spoken more than two or three words at a time for as long as you have known her. Lissa's eyes are as round as saucers and her mouth dangles open in amazement.\n\nAnika's speech has an even more electric effect on the Iron Lord however. He sits upright, clenching his large hands into fists on the arms of his massive throne.\n\n\"The mask you speak of. Do you have it?\"\n\nWhen Anika produces the mask and hands it to a retainer who in turn passes it to the Iron Lord, the entire chamber erupts into angry shouts. The cries echo and are amplified by the arched vaults of the chamber, creating a deafening roar. Fists and weapons are raised, calling for blood.\n\n \"SILENCE!!!!\" \n\nThe Iron Lord is on his feet, the Hlondethi scroll in one hand, the porcelain mask in the other.\n\nInstantly, the several hundred assembled fyrra and their captains fall silent and drop to one knee.\n\n \"Send word to the Citadel and assemble the armies of the North. In three days, we go to war!\" \n\nOn bended knee, the berserkers shout as one, \"HUHRONG!\" striking the shafts of their weapons on the floor. Once again, the room trembles.\n\nWithout another word, the Iron Lord sweeps out of the chamber, trailed by his honor guard.\n\nThe other Rashemi file out through various archways along the periphery of the chamber.\n\nThe Rashemi captain is again by your side. His manner has changed subtly. The tone of his voice remains firm, but is much more respectful. For the first time, he introduces himself.\n\n\"I am Sigurd Sigurdsson. Please come with me. You must be hungry and tired.\"\n\n...\n\nYou are led to a dining hall. Long tables run the length of the hall. Colorful banners hang from the rafters.\n\nA simple but hearty meal has been laid out for you - bread, cheese, cold meats, and wine.\n\nSigurd taps one of the bottles of wine. \"Jhuild,\" he says with a smile and a wink towards Tryntha.\n\nHe then leaves you to eat and converse." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan does not put much of anything on his plate, in fact nothing at all, the thought of being silent throughout the proceedings enough to loss his appetite if the regret brought up from Tiriels words was not enough to already do so. There didn't seem as if there was much he could do to gain their forgiveness.\n\nObserving the small amount of wine in cup, he looks down as he speaks, avoiding the gaze of his companions. \"As weakly as that began, it ended rather well. That was.. very well done Anika,\" he says giving a quick glance to her before looking back at his cup again. \"Callos, perhaps now would be a good time to take out those rings and examine them. Prozen mentioned each had some additional function.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen the furor breaks out at after Anika presents the mask, Damian instinctively ducks low behind Retay, his hand reaching to the scroll in his belt. He relaxes when the Rashemi file out of the room, but he still endeavors to keep insignificant.\n\nHe browses around and picks some of the food to eat, and then goes over to Aeroz. \"Don't feel frustrated. You tried. I did try to warn that the Iron Lord would not want to believe what you were saying. At least it worked out for the best.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel is surprised by her friend's long speech and proud as well. Anika's explanation was much better than anything she could have done. Tiriel can't help but sadly remember the events that have lead up to this place and the companions and friends that have perished along the way. When you break it down, all it took was getting a porcelain mask into the hands of the Iron Lord with a good explanation. I wonder what the mask, and the woman who wore it, means to them. Something important obviously. \nOnce the captain Sigurd, leaves Tiriel turns to Anika and hugs her in a rare show of affection and joy. \" We did it! Now there's at least some hope. \"\n ooc: cheesy post :P " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nRetay watches Anika speak her piece in mild surprise, but is even more bewildered by the reaction. He instinctively reaches for the axe on his back, but stops short of drawing it.\n\nAs the Iron Lord sweeps out, Retay says, \"Well... That was effective.\" \n\n...\n\nThe barbarian sits down and tears into the food, eating like a starving animal. \"Mmph... Vewy effeckive,\" he says through a mouthful of bread." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika seems as surprised at her speech as everyone else is. She absently thanks Retay and Elthan, and heads over to the food on the table. She stacks a few slices of meat and cheese between two slices of bread and carries her food over to watch Callos examine the rings. \"These rings must be magical if Elthan wants you to look at them; what are they supposed to do?\" \n\nA second question occurs to her, and she calls over to Tryntha. \"Tryntha, why is the mask I had so important to the Iron Lord? I know nothing of Rashemi culture...\" " }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nThe wood elf, not having known Anika for very long in any of her aliases, was only somewhat surprised by her speech. What interested him, however, was the mask that held so much stock in Rashemi culture. He was about to ask Tryntha before Anika opened her mouth what significance it held, but held his tongue and helped himself to a piece of meat while waiting for her response." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn smirks a little when the Iron Lord says his suggestion had merit, but his face looked glum aside from the self-confident smirk. This is not going according to plan. He shrugs as Anika steps up. \"I gave it a try, you might as well.\" His jaw drops as she begins her long speech. She doesn't talk that much! I talk that much. It tries to drop further when the Iron Lord responds so quickly and passionately. \"Well, we can't all have show-stopping trump card masks like that.\" He goes to eat dinner and sits next to Callos. He eats an extremely large quantity of food for someone of his size. His ears perk up and a roguish grin crosses his face as he hears Elthan mention 'rings' to Callos. \"What's he talking about Callos? Perhaps a way to leave this place rich and prosperous, or at least less poor?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nBetween tearing into the meat like an animal and guzzling copious amounts of wine, Khazrael has little room for words.\n\n Oh, sweet nectar of life, how I've missed you! " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe helps himself to the food, and tucks in with surprisingly good table manners. He ignores the others for the most part, focusing his attention on the wine and meat before him. But when they mention rings, he stiffens a little.\n Rings? He swallows his mouthful.\n Pray tell, good sirs, what rings be these? he says oddly politely." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nRetay starts, spilling wine down his front, and turns to stare (in between bites) at Grynde in bewildered silence.\n\n This just gets stranger and stranger... " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nBewildered, he lets the clamor wash over him. He will certainly have to reevaluate his opinion of the quiet Katrina/Anika.\n\n...\n\nIn between hearty bites of one of the best meals he's had in month, he tries his hand at the guessing game.\n\n\" Hathrans are part of the backbone of Rashemen. Healers, \" he nods at Tryntha \" seers...\n\nBut for that tale to cause such an uproar... I can only imagine she must have been someone very important. \" Shrugging, he defers to Tryntha, wondering whether or not she will confirm his thoughts.\n\nHe generously pours wine for all his neighbours - he seems in a better mood than you've ever seen him. He's not overly interested in the rings." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner continues to keep silent, praying to Gond for intervention. It grows more difficult when each member of the group continues to chime in, unwarranted. That is until Anika speaks. With the fervor instilled by the many-faced one, Tanner's will manages to keep him from whipping into a frenzy like the Rashemi, for he understands the significance of the mask all too well.\n\n \"Praise the Maker,\" Tanner says after the verdict is given by the Iron Lord.\n\nAfter thanking Sigurd in his native tongue, Tanner waits for everyone to be seated before sitting himself. He breaks bread and wine with the others, listening intently to each of them. When the question of the mask and the Hathran is queried, Tanner adds, \"The Hathran - or Witches of Rasheman as they are more commonly known - are powerful spellcasters. It is said that they are tied so closely to their homeland, that no force may best them when they are on their native soil. When the Sisters travel outside Rasheman, it is then when the ritualistic mask is worn to conceal their faces.\" Tanner chews for a moment in thought then considers, \"Although I am no expert, I have heard talk of a group of Rashemi that are like night to the Hathran's day. They, too, wear masks, but unlike the Hathran, they deal with dark spirits. Either way, the mask presented does not bode well for the current situation.\" \n\nTanner washes down his food with a sip of the potent wine, \"Now that we are safe...for the moment at least, what are everyone's plans? Granted, some of us may be conscripted into the service of the Iron Lord to perform some quest, but what is it each of you would like to do in the near future besides eat, rest, and identify rings?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael slumps low in blissful repose, full for the first time in weeks and feeling the pleasant effects of a good amount of wine for the first time in much, much longer. He considers Tanner's question for a moment.\n\n\"Depends on how much time we get before we're called to action again. There's no way I'm gonna miss out on a chance to put a stop to Sethra and his allies if I can...especially his allies. Until then, I just want to cool my heels and pick up some new gear. I'm not exactly chilly, but people look at you funny when you walk in out of a frozen wasteland without so much as a shirt on your back.\"\n\nHe gives his wine a sip and furrows his brow.\n\n\"Thanks for pullin' our asses out of the fire, Anika. I was running out of ideas and starting to think he wasn't gonna listen to reason.\"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer just sort of shifted to the background as the others went to speak to the Iron Lord, it probably was for the best anyway since he was not the most...polite of individuals. But he did, rather courteously at that, turn down the hathran woman's invitation to examine his arm to try and heal it more.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAt the hearty feast Callos dug in with more then a little bit of relish. Breads and meats disappeared down his gullet with a startling ferocity but it didn't last too long either and soon enough he was leaning back in his chair with a content smile on his face, though a startled look came to his face when Elthan spoke up about the rings.\n\n ...Note to self, Elthan does not equal discrete... \n\nSo with a sigh he pulled himself more up right and looked around the table slowly as if to gauge everyone's reaction to the news of rings and takes note of them. Especially Grynde and Fizahn whom he glared at before growling out in a distinctly Lumpy-like fashion. \" Keep your hands on the table Fizahn, I know how curious you gnomes can get and you wouldn't want to find something...unpleasant because it got the best of you. \"\n\nWarning given, he sighed once more and reached to pull out the case he had carried from Hlondeth and set it on the table in front of himself. \" Look, I really don't mean to give any offense but I've had too much experience with being betrayed since the Underdark so forgive me if I'm a bit paranoid. We were given a set of rings in Hlondeth that should repel Sethra's influence if he tries to possess the wearer and also holds another unknown ability as well. These could be a huge boon but with Sethra's habit of sleeping among us or of various people running off and getting killed or leaving, I don't think I can just hand these out not until I have seen someone's determination to see things through and that your...not unclean. That said, whats the harm in showing them? Please don't approach and make me edgy though, like I said it's nothing personal. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Pulling out the rings and opening the case.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael immediately mistakes Callos's meaning when he uses the word \"unclean.\"\n\n\"Hrmph! you can keep 'em! How can we trust that they're even any good?\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel joins the \"feast,\" steadily making her way through generous portions of everything.\n Rings. Rings, what rings? We should be trying to relax while we have the chance. But as much as she'd like to relax and ignore the building talk, Tiriel pays attention to the conversation at the other end of the table.\n\n\" Watch it Callos. Some of us have been in this longer than you have. So don't push it. Unless I read your intentions wrong, this isn't about who's better, or 'clean' or whatever. It's about who's personally willing to go face Sethra and his minions. And I don't think I need to reiterate my intentions to you. \"\n\nooc: \"unclean\" my foot! lol" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn assumes an expression of innocence. \"Why Callos, you know I'd never do a thing like that! You're just typecasting anyway. Gnomes aren't all that inquisitive. Tell him Lissa.\" Fizahn waves his hands at Callos before carefully setting them on the table a good distance from the rings. He scowls as Callos mentions people running off, and he becomes immediately defensive. \"You can't fault me for running off like that! We were in the Underdark, and it's dark and... ummm... under. Just like the name says! Plus there were fishy-men and grabbing stalactites! And it was big! And did I mention dark? Plus the screaming for help that could have easily been a gnome in trouble!\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian winces visibly when Tanner mentions \"conscription.\" \"This is why I hate wars with morals. I'm sure this will offend some here, but I don't risk my life for anyone for free.\" \n\nHe sighs. \"Still, unless I miss my guess, the situation is more complicated than 'what are we going to do.' From our little speeches in there, it sounds like Rashemen is surrounded - the wastes on one side, and an encroaching army on another. Much as I would love the luxury of walking away if no one hires me, I think I'd be putting my life in just as much risk that way as well.\" \n\nWhen Callos displays the rings, Damian looks over to him. \"Callos, I know you haven't known me very long, and I can imagine that your opinion of someone whose loyalty is bought may be low - but let me explain one thing. Once I'm hired, my loyalty is absolute until my employment ends or my employer dies. Period. I could easily offer you references, although verifying them may be difficult given the current turmoil.\" \n \"And I'm built to make other people go away - quietly, or loudly. This isn't me being cocky. This is what I do. I eliminate threats. I don't doubt that Sethra is a powerful enemy - not in the least! - but I can guarantee that your chances would be improved with me along. I can hold my own against beasts such as we have faced - and those here can attest to that - but especially against a wielder of magic is where I come into my own.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika glances over at Khazrael. \"Whatever reaction I was expecting, it wasn't that. The point I meant to make was that Sethra's army could overpowerand already had overpowered some of the most powerful magically defended cities given enough time and that Sethra himself could possess people without others knowing he was there...\" She looks back to Callos and his case of unidentified rings. \"Mind if I watch?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tryntha wisely abstains from drinking the undiluted jhuild though several of the rest of you help yourselves to both the wine and the simple but savory food.\n\nThose of you who imbibe the \"firewine\" soon find yourselves feeling quite inebriated after only the first goblet. Heat rushes to your faces (as well as other parts of your body) as your blood rises. Simultaneously, a pleasing numbness spreads to your limbs. The effect is quite heady, especially for those of you unaccustomed to this Rashemi brew.\n\nPerhaps the jhuild also has an aphrodisiac effect as well, because soon Lissa and Achkby are off canoodling in a dark corner, and Desmona begins edging her chair closer to Tanner's, smoothing her hair back with her hands and lightly resting her hand on his shoulder as she talks and giggles.\n\n...\n\nAttempting to ignore the increasingly boisterous laughter from the more drunken members of the party, Callos pulls out a flat wooden case, lays it on the table and opens it gently.\n\nThe inside of the box is lined in green velvet. The case has been divided into nine sections (three by three). Seven rings lie in the case.\n\nYou notice an extremely gaudy, jewel encrusted ring on Callos' fourth finger of his one unwrapped hand. Elthan also wears a ring, though his is a simple copper band.\n\nThe other seven rings have the following appearance:\n\n1. A black iron octagon\n2. A cloisonne ring\n3. A brass ring that appears to be a snake swallowing its tail\n4. A gold band with three inset rubies\n5. A leather loop tied in a square knot\n6. A white gold ring with an inset black pearl\n7. A ring of silver filigree in the shape of a dragonfly\n\nAll of the rings are magical and emit a strong aura of abjuration. There are also more subtle auras that can be detected though not clearly identified ..." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nDespite his earlier declaration of wanting little to do with the rings, Khazrael leans forward and eyes them greedily, perhaps fueled by the drink.\n\nThe silver dragonfly ring catches his eye, and a smile reaches for his wine-pinked cheeks.\n\n\"So all they do is keep Sethra out, or...?\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe looks at the brass snake, and giggles. That snakey's stupider than me he says, slurring his words a little. 'f'it weren't metal, it'd eat isself... " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nBefore he can indulge in the firewine, Tanner's question silences him for a while. He suddenly realizes he has never given any thought to what would happen after the warning was delivered. Focused like an arrow on Rashemen, he had somehow expected that the Dale's problems would be 'magically' resolved by his mighty cousins. He knows now it will not be so. Armies of undead, a necromancer and vampires, the so-called Baneson... If the Light is to shine again on his forest, every able man - and woman - will be needed.\n\nHe still has a choice : follow his companion's quest, or enroll in the Rashemen militia - his blood ties would see to him been accepted -, or return to his forest, protect the nearby towns and act as a spy until the liberation comes. His heart and his soul cannot agree on that decision.\n\nSo, full of candor, he directs his question at Tiriel and Anika, who suddenly seem the true core of the group : \" How ? How do you mean to take on that necromancer that foiled you in the past when his power was at its lowest ? \"\n\n\" If there is a way I can truly help you to banish Sethra, then this is what I wish to do. It just seems like an unreach... a very hard goal. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan lowers his gaze upon Grynde, the half-elf already in low regard, more so now for getting drunk (though not greatly lowered, as it seemed unavoidable for anyone with a full glass in this hall) and for not knowing what to Elthan was a simple symbol.\n\n \" That , my inebriated acquaintance, is an Ouroboros. The snake is eating itself, but can never finish; it is an impossibility. Hence it will keep eating itself forever. It represents the cyclic nature of things, or unity in that the snake is a complete construct now.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\n Perhaps the jhuild also has an aphrodisiac effect as well, because soon Lissa and Achkby are off canoodling in a dark corner, and Desmona begins edging her chair closer to Tanner's, smoothing her hair back with her hands and lightly resting her hand on his shoulder as she talks and giggles. \n\n\nTanner continues to eat to make sure his stomache is full and only takes small sips of the jhuild - having made the same mistake with the firewine that Grynde and the others had done when he first came to Rasheman. He finds it difficult to concentrate with Dez's advances towards him. Although flattering, Tanner is not one to take advantage of another individual. He likes Dez, and if under different circumstances, he would most likely act otherwise. However, Tanner merely flirts a bit politely with Desmona, but does not act upon any thing other than listening to the other's and watching the unveiling of the rings.\n\nHe is understanding of Damian's response. As a now former businessman, Tanner understands the business of the blade. Tanner has worked with mercenaries before, and Tanner has sold leather armors to undoubtedly evil men to be used for nefarious reasons. He would be a hypocrite if he were to judge Damian. However, Tanner is a bit disappointed in the response from the man he was really beginning to like, for he thought higher of Damian. Sighing and looking at Desmona as she gazes into Tanner's eyes and then to the covetous Callos and his rings and speech of the 'unclean', he thinks to himself, \"I guess it is human nature.\" \n\nAfter listening to the Callos' explanation of the rings, Tanner looks around the table (and in the corner of the room) and takes a mental head count. He counts fifteen since he includes himself and excludes Grynde. \"It seems we are in a quandary, for there are nine rings and fifteen pairs of hands. If these rings insure protection from domination by this Sethra, then it would be prudent to have those that choose to stop him directly wear them. The problem lies in what should the rest do? Since I did not have a hand in acquiring the rings, I shall not try to sway Callos or any other member of the original group in how I believe this situation should be handled.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman bit her lip and gathered her skirts into her fists nervously as she watched the audience with the Iron Lord slipping away from the group. Perhaps she had been wrong about these people. She did not feel comfortable discussing these matters based solely on the stories provided by the others, and these new people who knew the rest seemed to have even more, recent information.\n\nAs Anika spoke up, her hope once again rose. She knew the Iron Lord had only the safety of Rasheman in his heart, but she had learned their inward way of thinking was not always the best. There was a big world outside their borders, and like it or not, the happenings out there could and would impact their corner of the land.\n\nAt the appearance of the mask and the talk of a Hathran , Tryntha's attention become focused.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n K:Religion - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n K:History - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n K:Local - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n K:Arcana - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\nThe breath she had been unconcsiously holding is released at the reaction of the Iron Lord, though she is concerned with the expedience of his decision. Anything that could move him to act so abruptly must be dire indeed.\n\nShe followed the group to the dining hall and thanked Sigurd graciously for their service. She beckoned him to bring any of his men who had been injured during their journey to her and she would tend them as best she could. At the smile and wink regarding the wine, a slight knowing inclination of her head was all a response she gave.\n\nThe smells and sights of the food reminded her of the hard travelling and flavorless food they had eaten for the last days. She also partook generously of the food, but steered clear of the potent firewine. She knew she would need her wits about her in time, and wanted them to be at their full faculty.\n\n \"I have some suspicions regarding the mask, but I would like to think on the further and perhaps consult with some of my sisters. Anika...I must commend you. I feared that the Lord's help grew further and further away, but you were able to bring him back to the path. Well done.\" \n\nRaising her glass of water, she offered a traditional Rashameni salute to the other woman.\n\nWhen Callos began talking and brought out the rings, Tryntha remembered something she had meant to do earlier.\n\n \"Callos, you mentioned earlier that your arm had been injured and you had tended it yourself. No offense intended, but I would probably be better suited to tending the wound. Would you like me to take a look for you?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel watches the antics of her sloshed compaions with amusment, glad that she stopped drinking the wine after a few sips. Her attention is called back to those still in command of their senses by Adalmar's question and Callos opening the ring box.\n\nTiriel frowns at Adalamar's words. She knows that what lays ahead was hard, almost impossible, and deadly. And yet, she'd spent the better part of a year* faced with the same circumstances and she was still in one piece.\n \" I'm not going to deny that we've taken on what seems an impossiple job. Even though we turned over the Kris to Sethra in ignorance, Anika and I both feel some responsibility, and guilt, for what happened.\n\"Now that the East has been warned, the necromancer has to be dealt with. He's not the only one causing trouble, but if Sethra is taken out, well. That'd throw their plan entirely to hell.\nAnd I still have some unfinished business with a certain vampire. \"\n\nTiriel glances at the rings. Some display very fine work while others seem less refined. She doesn't really know anything about gems, but the cloisonne one catches her eye before she looks up to see how Callos will deal with this second offer of help. What the hell did he do, and why won't he let the cleric see it? \n\n[* ooc: I think it's been @ least a year in game since Tiriel, Katrine and Si'rene stole the kris]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn ignorantly drinks the jhuild . Due to his short stature and gross underestimation of the taller gnome-oids watered down drinks, he is quickly drunk. He looks at Tryntha as she offers Callos healing and looks at Callos's arm. \"I'm sure it's fine. Callosish a very smart invidshooul. He knows magicy. I'm shure he knows medishin-ing.\" He once more raises his glass to his lips and drinks some more jhuild . He sets his glass down hard and looks at Elthan. \"Thash good stuff. More stronger than I thot. Shudent drinkit. Gotshtuh keep yurwitsaboutchoo. Grynde dun worry. He ain't gotno witsh ta begin wif.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " And I still have some unfinished business with a certain vampire. \" \n\n\" Me too. \" interjects Adalmar firmly, thinking back on his deserted birth town.\n\nThen he relaxes ; the worried creases on his face disappear as he takes a sip of jhuild. He smiles across the table at Fizahn.\n\n So it'll be stumbling blindly in the dark... Well, that's what I did in the Underdark, and I survived, if barely. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nBeing patient was a virtue and Callos was happy for a healthy supply of the stuff as a barrage of questions and accusations made against his person in looks and actual words. He was about to open his mouth to respond to Khaz's abrupt decline of the rings when Tiriel spoke up about an idle thing he had mentioned.\n\n\" I think we need a common definition of the word 'unclean' here, I mean someone with the taint of Sethra embedded into them. Not some other form of taint inside of them, otherwise Elthan probably wouldn't have one or even myself. \" He said with a tired sigh and shake of his head as his mind moved unto what the scruffy looking man flirting with the woman was saying. \" There does seem to be a problem with less rings then there are people and taking someone unprotected into battle with Sethra is just begging for him to escape and swap bodies once more, but as far as I know theres no reason we can't replicate the...blocking properties into other rings with the proper craftsman. As for the special abilities of each ring...I have no idea what each one does and I haven't had any time at all to study them. Just got them after all. And you shouldn't jump to conclusions about me pointing fingers Fizahn, I was referring to those already passed on from this group, not you specifically. \"\n\nNarrowed eyes gazed around the table as more and more people began to peer at the rings and they kept darting around swiftly to ensure that nobody would be trying to swipe one away from the box when he wasn't looking. Of course he had every reason to trust some of them but like he had said...he had been gone for a time and he had no way of knowing what had transpired since then. Though it was curious that he gave an understanding look at Damian and a nod of his head, he knew how the mercenary system worked...not that he had any money to pay the guy but he knew there was supposed to be honor inherit to the whole process though if he was the wrong type he might just take any offered money and run off with it.\n\nThen a somewhat...irate glance over at the woman offering to take a look at his arm and gave a disgruntled groan. Pesky inquisitive nature. Fine fine, I'll let you take a look at it later in private, but try not to tamper too much. There are some very fine and delicate workings there that I don't want disturbed but I understand the need for an...expierenced healer to make sure it hasn't gotten infected...I thought it was just fine since it stopped bleeding...you are expeirenced...right? \" He questioned a bit uneasily as he took the mug of fire wine and looked down at it with a wary eye. Just what did they put in this stuff? Well...best to drink his fill later once the important matters had been completed but he took a hearty sip to see how it tasted." }, { "author": "Kevka Palazzo", "message": " Faluil \n\nFaluil considered himself a connoisseur of strange liquors, having been a traveler for nearly half a century. In his time he had come to learn that drinking them before you knew what they did to you was foolish and stupid. So he refrained from touching the firewine but made a mental note to get some before he left.\n\n Perhaps when this business is settled I can find Melrya and we can have a little meal with the stuff. He paused, then winced. Best not get too far ahead of myself. I have to help these people. Dirty necromancers. \n\nHe stayed quiet while everyone bickered about the rings and the human mage's character, merely stealing a quick sip from a glass of the wine. Then the mage mentioned his \"delicate\" arm and a red flag raised itself in his mind.\n\nA note was quickly formed and filed into the back of his mind to be wary of this one, At this rate I will be distrustful of everyone, hmm? .\n\nHe spoke, then.\n\n \"New friends...I want you to know that I volunteer my services to this cause, this Necromancer Hunt. But in the interest of trust, I should tell you that my reasons are not vengeance for my home of Myth Drannor. I want to do this for the good of Faerun. That and I believe necromancers to be a blight and a threat to good.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel tries to recall how long it has been since that fateful trip to Hlondeth. She and her companions had spent so much time on the run through the Underdark that she realizes that she isn't quite sure exactly what the date is anymore.\n\nDuring a lull in the conversation, she leans over towards the Rashemi healer. \"May I ask you a question? When is it exactly right now?\"\n\nIf Tryntha finds the question odd, she does not let it show on her face. \"The claws of cold are ending and we are about to enter the sunsets ...\"\n\nTiriel has to translate Tryntha's colloquial description into the usual Harptosian months.\n\n Our journey began in Eleint, and we celebrated Highharvestide in Velprintalar. Somewhere in the Underdark we lost Marpenoth, Uktar, and Nightal. I think we surfaced sometime in Hammer, and seem to have spent Alturiak on road ... and now here we are, about to start Ches. Amazing. Spring will be here soon. \n\n\n\n\nOOC: The campaign began in \"September\" of 713, and we are about to enter \"March\" of 714. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nRetay's cheeks are pink, but with so much muscle to absorb the jhuild , he still has his wits. Well, some of them.\n\n \"Haha! Cann'bal snake!\" he laughs boisterously. \"Tha's worth its weight in brass, at least... Wait, it is brass.\" \n\nAs the conversation turns, he grows more solemn. His words are still slurred, but he seems to know what he's saying as he declares, \"You may no' know me well, bu' believe me when I say dis: 'slong as you oppose the necromancer, I'll follow you t'the end.\" \n I will let it happen to noone else... Oooh, shiny. " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe downs an entire cupful of the wine in one, spilling quite a bit - His impeccable manners have gone to hell - Then refills his vessel.\n Hey he pesters, Hey, likkle man, Fizzy, yeh, yoo. He seems to struggle with himself for a moment, obviously thinking, before he continues. I wouldn't really've cut choo in two. Mebbe jus' one an' a half... Or three....But you shaid not nice shtuff. And people who shay mean shtuff get beated by me he punches the air twice, before promptly falling sideways off his seat.\n I'm fine! Gerroffme! he struggles with nothing for a moment, before giving up and sitting back down.\nHe glances lopsidedly at Elthan. Inbreditatted ackwhat? That'd better not've bin mean... " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nTaking a few casual sips of the jhuild every once in a while, Aeroz surveys the new additions to the group. At every stop this little party of theirs seemed to grow. It may even turn itself into an army if this keeps up. However, on the thought of the new members came memories of the loss of old ones. However, this wasn't a time for moping.\n\nHe drinks more of the firewine, and finds himself a little more inebriated then he first expected. Aeroz hadn't been talkative through most of the journey. Perhaps the events that passed since that night at that tavern - what was it again? The Black Bat or something? - had passed.\n\nAs the alcohol coursed through his system, a song from a long time ago comes to his head.\n \n From evening to morning\nand morning to evening\nI wanna drink\nsomething stronger than a man\nFrom evening to morning\nand morning to evening\nI wanna drink\ncause that's what I am \n\nUnaware that he is doing it, he begins humming the tune, even making the occasional mumble that sounds like a lyric." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha had been sitting on the edge of her chair, leaning towards Callos when she made her request. Warmth and sincerity had been painted across her face.\n\nAt his response, a quick look of sadness and disappointment is replaced by a calm contentment as Tryntha settles back in her chair, and responded in a flat, deflated voice,\n\n \"I have been trained in many of the healing arts, both mundane and magical. If you require further assurances of my skill, you should be able to get first-hand accountings of my healing from some of your companions who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the avalanche with my caravan.\" \n\nHer head sagging onto her shoulders a bit, she continues in a softer tone,\n\n \"In case it is not obvious to you from my accent and my attire, these are my homelands. My Lord has decreed that Rasheman will summon its warriors to beat back this horde. I will go as he decrees, but I would help you nonetheless, for it is the right thing to do. But...even were it not the right thing to do...I would seek to bring peace to the spirit of my fallen sister-to-be whose mask you have brought back to our lands. For this our people owe you a debt of gratitude, and I would take it upon myself to repay this debt to you. Along with my training in the healing arts, I also can channel energies that are quite potent in fighting the undead. Perhaps these powers will be useful in dealing with the minions of a potent necromancer.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been harboring an idea in the back of her mind ever since they'd emerged from their most recent foray into the Underdark. She wasn't sure if they'd be able to take Lissa back with them since no one knew if the vampire's \"homing beacon\" had worn off. Sure, the mark had left, but it hadn't been visible in the first place. Traveling back into the mess they'd just left was bad enough, bringing something that shouted, \"here we are!\" was just stupid.\nHaving watching Lissa and Ackhby drunkenly wander off had convince Tiriel that leaving Lissa, and Ackhby, behind might not be such a bad idea. If two people had found happiness in the mess, then they should have a chance to enjoy it together.\n\n\" We'd be honored to have you join us, if the Iron Lord agrees, Tryntha. We'll need the help and support of someone with your skills. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAs the evening passes, Khazrael grows more and more relaxed. He finally seems like he's in his element. He jokes and tells amusing stories of his youth in Marsember, and his eyes shine with a light that had started to go out in the weeks spent in the frozen snow. He occasionally moves from seat to seat in order to talk to everyone, but seems to stick fairly close to Tiriel and Anika.\n\nAt length, he returns the discussion to the rings.\n\n\"So Callos, how about we give these rings a try? I'll volunteer to be the guinea pig if I can use the silver bug one. I bet they do something besides just keeping necromancers at bay.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner watches and listens to the other conversations but does little to join them. He seems to be deep in thought. Strange , he thinks to himself, although an outsider to Rasheman, my home has become here. But now, with all of my possessions gone, my business will no longer function. It seems I am faced with the ogre's choice...die quickly or die slowly. I have proven useful to this group, but Tryntha has shown herself to be capable. What it boils down to is this, Gond, where (other than you) do my loyalties lie? Are they to myself? my business? or these people? Although there is promise among them, he looks at Damian, it always seems to be tainted in one fashion or another. Tanner looks at the rings and eventually to Grynde. Gond, I leave it to you. You have molded me and have tempered my soul; my fate is in your hands. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThe casual atmosphere brewing as the alcohol seeps into the others' brains seems somewhat to set Damian on edge, and he tends to hug more towards the walls. Brooding, almost. His offer to Callos - and somewhat to the others - was simple, yet he still had a nagging feeling they wouldn't take him up on it. Ethics. Beh. \n\nThis was a problem. The encroaching army meant there was no easy escape. The ensuing war would mean there would be little call for his services outside of the war itself. The Iron Lord was far too proud to ever stoop to offering payment .\n\nThere was a bigger problem surfacing, however. Tanner's frown hinted at that. These were decent people - well, for the most part; Grynde could be tossed from a cliff with little distinction, and no one seems to particularly like Elthan. They believed in the importance of their mission. He... wouldn't want to betray them.\n\nBut what did they expect from him? Who did they think he was? He never presented himself as anything other than what he was: for sale. Did they expect him to care about this country? About this world? Did they even know what this world thought of him ?\n\nHe stole a glance over to Khazrael. Both outcasts. But Khazrael seemed to care. Why? What did he care if these nations fell?\n\nThere it was again. That nagging feeling that something was wrong with him because of the way he was.\n\n Beh again. Oh well. Worry about it later. \"Hey, Fizahn,\" he calls over to the drunken gnome. \"You never said whether or not you'd teach me gnome. You sound too drunk to lie to me now, and you're probably more than willing to give away some of the more colorful bits.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Damian as the spellthief addresses him. He blinks a few times as the other man's words slowly work their way through his muddled head. A broad grin splits his face as the words finally make sense to him. \"Oh yah, yah, I'll teachya the best langidge. It takesh times though. I'll teashchsh ondaway to Shethrash housey.\" He pauses for a second before releasing a string of gnomish curses. \"Thos're the good bitsh though.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Perhaps I was a bit sharp with her... Callos thought to himself as he viewed the disappointed look on her face and rubbed his good hand across the stubble on his cheeks and chin. What to do about it was...simple enough to figure out...if the girl was older...among other things...hmmm...maybe it wasn't so simple.\n\n\" I'm sorry if I'm testy but a lot of work has gone into what I've done and...inexperienced tampering could ruin all of it, and what I've done is not something I want to repeat. I've seen many a 'healer' whos methods are on par with a village butcher so I'm a little leery about clerics I don't entirely know yet. \" Callos said a bit sheepishly as he took another forkful thoughtfully and swallowed before opening his mouth to speak again, something most people would argue is what got him into these situations in the first place. \" Please, I had nothing to do with the negotiations or bringing the mask here so you really don't owe me personally anything. In fact I may owe you since I feel we may have been able to prevent her unfortunate demise. If you don't mind, may I ask what deity do you give praise to? Most healers who can also deter the undead have some connection to the divine and I find the subject of religion to be fascinating. \"\n\nThen he paused to look over towards Faluil to give a slow and, purposefully, creepy smile. The only other time he had done that was to try and freak out a town guard when he had been in a particularly playful mood. \" We necromancers have to know what source to tap into and how best to utilize it. Being a blight of Faerun isn't easy after all. \"\n\n That may have been too much... \n\n\" Listen, don't think all necromancers are out to slaughter villages or destroy all that is wholesome. Some of us are fighting to prove that theres other use for such energies and spells after all. And Khaz...I would but I don't quite know how to activate the rings. Not yet anyway. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael sticks out his tongue at Callos's dismissal. \"How are you supposed to learn if you don't give it a try?\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika, for once, is more talkative than usual. \"Khazrael, I've heard of some magical rings or bracers or other enchanted stuff that's cursed, so that when someone puts it on, it makes them weak or stupid or clumsy, and they can't take it off. Callos' contact seems to need him though, so that's unlikely. But what if the ring could shoot fireballs at people? You wouldn't want to set that off accidentally in here.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael gives a sigh and pouts. \"Oh, alright. It's just that the anticipation is killing me.\"\n\nHe grins.\n\n\"That's a complete lie. I just like the bug ring is all. I guess we can wait...is there a way to use, like, magic to see what exactly they do?\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Khazrael hovers above the box of rings, his nose less than an inch from the filigree dragonfly.\n\n\"It looks like something is written on the inside of the ring,\" he observes.\n\nElthan takes off the plain copper band he had slipped on in Hlondeth. There is a word inscribed inside his ring in draconic - sjach, which means \"shadow\".\n\nCallos works the ornate, gem encrusted ring off of his finger and finds the word, levethix, or \"wizard\".\n\n\"Did you choose the rings, or did the rings choose you?\" giggles Desmona before slumping forward, her forehead striking the table with alarming force, almost knocking over her half-empty goblet of jhuild. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian walks over to Khazrael and Callos when they begin glancing over the rings. \"That depends. Identifying magic items can be expensive, plus with that many, you'd pretty much need a few days to kill. Much as you're enthusiastic about it, though, Khazrael, I can help, too. I've got a knack for getting magic items to work even when they're not supposed to. Magic seems to like me more than others. No clue why.\" \n \"Maybe we should see what the others read, though. Nine, though? There were only three of you who arrived. Did you let them know about the others in your party?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Aeroz shrugs. \"We had a spy among us. The inspector knew all about us without our having to say a word, though I daresay he doesn't know about you. \"\n\nTiriel is drawn to the cloisonne ring, while Elthan, Grynde and Retay eyeball the copper snake. Khazrael finally picks up the silver dragonfly. It is light in his hand.\n\nOff in a corner, Elthan puts the copper ring back on and whispers \"sjach\" to himself. He is immediately cloaked in shadowy darkness. Whispering the command word again, he terminates the effect. The half-elf returns to the table." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAfter witnessing Desmona pass out, Tanner says to Tiriel, \"Tiriel, would you mind assisting Desmona to a room where she may rest more comfortably?\" He helps her up and inspects Dez's forehead to make sure no healing is required.\n\nTanner will then get up and walk past Damian and Fizahn and say gruffly, \"Just so you know, Damian, the going rate for language tutoring in gnomish is one gold a word. Perhaps some bartering contract could be made to trade your services for Fizahn's language?\" Tanner gives a knowing look at Fizahn before moving on.\n\nHe will then take the opportunity to approach Sigurd or some other Rashemi in the area and inquire about getting a weapon or two and a buckler or light shield having lost everything and only having a club for a weapon. After which, Tanner will return to his shop to start the close-up process." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Hmm...looks like a command word to me...is it voice-activated or can it be done with thought alone? \n\nCuriousty was beginning to flourish in his mind once more as he turned his attention to the jewel encrusted ring and began to idly turn it around and around on his finger. Looking around for a...relatively open and unpopulated area (Or the ceiling if theres an opening to the sky) Callos pointed his ringed hand at the spot and muttered softly.\n\n\" Levethix \"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian frowns slightly as Tanner passes. Smart-alec cleric. \"That's all right. I'll just let him keep that bolt, and we'll call it even.\" \n \"Nine...\" The word drifts as he looks around the room, counting. \"That seems right - assuming Fizahn got excluded for being presumed dead.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel draws her attention away from the box to glance at the passed out form of Desmona. \"I would but I don't know where to put her Tanner. And besides, she's not doing any harm here. We might as well leave her until we know where to go. I don't think drunk guests are our host's highest priority right now. \"\n\nTiriel glances at Callos and raises an eyebrow as she reaches for the cloisonne ring, waiting to see if he'll stop her. When he doesn't she examines it, curious as to what exactly it may do." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael picks up the ring and slips it on his hand. He admires it for a moment before slipping it off and reading the word along the inside. Fascinated by the possibility of being conferred with some power, he resolves to test the ring out immediately." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Well ahm na dead, am I?\" Fizahn says to Damian with a laugh. \"I'll justtake Ackbee's. He proven he'sh a gnomelover.\" Fizahn slurs out before reaching over and reaching for the white gold ring with the black pearl. He examines it a second before pocketing it. \"I'm gonna goeshtobed now. Takeiteasyeverybuddy.\" Fizahn stumbles out of the room and asks the nearest person where his quarters are. At least, that's what the person assumes he asked." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika glares at Elthan in annoyance. \"I want the ring you have. Do you know how useful that would be to me?\" Anika hastily palms the ring Fizahn had reached for and scans the inside for a word." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nBelatedly realizing one of the rings may have been intended for him, he looks thoughtfully over the remaining ones. He reaches out hesitantly at first, then suddenly with more deliberation, to grasp the leather loop. Stop second-guessing yourself ! There will always be time to put it back if... \n\nDiligently imitating the others, he looks for inscriptions on the ring (if he can't read the word, he'll request Callos' assistance), then to tries put it on.\n\" If we can't get them to work, we could politely ask the Hathrans to analyze them for us. \"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos steps back away from the table, then points his finger towards a clerestory window up above, and speaks the command word. The five multicolored gems sparkle in the lamplight. Nothing else happens.\n\nMeanwhile, Tiriel chooses the cloisonne ring, admiring its fine workmanship. The design is intricate with bone white, blood red, and celadon green sections. Etched inside the ring is the draconic word, ixen. \n\nKhazrael can't wait any longer. \"Austrat!\" he calls out. Immediately, the dragonfly's wings begin to vibrate. Khazrael, too, begins to vibrate until his outline becomes blurry and indistinct.\n\nAnika looks jealous after seeing the effects of Khazrael's and Elthan's rings. She is just about to reach for the white gold ring with the black pearl when Fizahn reaches for it.\n\nDetermined not to lose out for a third time, Anika swipes the ring out from under Fizahn's hand. Hardly noticing, the gnome instead pockets the gold ring with the three inset rubies.\n\nSmiling to herself, Anika inspects the black pearl ring. \"Virlym\" is inscribed inside.\n\nNot to be left ringless, Adalmar takes the leather loop. Embossed inside the knotted string - \"Osvith.\" \n\nLeft unclaimed are the iron octagon and the brass snake." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" Hey...hey...the rings...I want one...stupid Prozen...taking mah sword... \"\n\nMoving towards where the rings are located, Aeroz snatches the iron octagon and examines it closely." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian laughs at Anika's frustration at Elthan's ring choice. \"How useful it would be? Anika, you can already pretty much disappear without a trace even if someone was staring right at you! You should be asking for Tiriel to have it. She's the one who tends to stand out a bit on occasion.\" \n \"Callos, you might want to try casting a spell or having a spell cast on you. The ring says wizard . It probably has something to do with spells.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan Moonshadow \n\nElthan seems more than a bit perplexed with how to answer Anika's question, keeping his mouth open as if to speak before having the question answered for him. With a short sigh of relief, he adds, \"Damian (it is Damian, right?), is correct. You already can become invisible at your own will, so it would be redundant if you were to wear it. I would like to continue wearing it; It... has part of my name on it,\" he says, realizing just how silly a reason that was. He stutters a bit before claiming a better reason to cover up the previous, \"Besides, if I could go invisible, I might... Be able to sneak around and provide you with some... arcane support?\" \n\nShortly after speaking, Elthan regains his calm. Why was he humbling himself for her? He barely talked to her previously, she was not that intimidating, and he had no reason to flatter her by holding back some of his words. It didn't quite make sense, but he ignores it and breaks his own silence by clearing his throat.\n\n \"If you require, I can give you the proper pronunciation and translation of the draconic scribe on the ring. It might be a simpler method to discovering their purpose than trying to activate what could be potentially harmful to bystanders.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Screw this he thinks, and reaches out for the brass snake ring, snatching at it quickly, with one hand readied to stop anyone trying to prevent him from taking it.\n \"I want the shtoopid shnake...\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe is very tempted to accept Elthan's offer, but he could never bring himself to ask something of the murd... half-elf.\n\nSo, he takes a few (unsteady) steps away and extending his forearms in front of him, palms upwards, he pronounces \" Osvith \", then remembers to try and imitate the draconic accent : \" Oss-vith \".\n\nOnly later does it occur to him that he condoned a certain partition of the group simply by picking up a ring..." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian sits back, letting the others worry about the rings for now. There were only nine, so Retay didn't expect anyone would let him keep one. Perhaps, he thinks, still somewhat drunk, when I help to chase down this 'Sarthra', they'll decide I deserve one... Besides-- \"Hey!\" he says, as Grynde snatches the last ring. \"Dat's no' feryou! Dey're ferdese udder people, no' ferrus caravanners!\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glares at Grynde when he reaches for the ring, but does not move toward him - instead, he speaks in a calm voice. \"That's theft, you know. And you happen to be surrounded by the local law enforcement. I'd suggest giving it back and letting them decide what to do with it. Otherwise we'll have to enlist their aid. And you can imagine how they'd feel about someone stealing from their honored guests.\" \n\nHe sighs. \"Besides, Grynde. You wouldn't be able to keep it. Several of us here would easily be able to take it without you ever noticing, and if worst came to worst, Khazrael could simply cast a spell on you again. Or we'd just have Retay chop your hand off.\" \n Idiot. Anger people when they're drunk. That's always a good idea. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" It'd be very ill-advised for my to simply start throwing spells around willy-nilly in here to see what the ring does considering that most of my dweomers are destructive or detrimental in nature, not to mention some require I be aiming at a living target to even see an effect. \" Callos sighed regretfully as he spun the ornate ring around on his finger and looked back down to the table...\n\n...Just in time to see Grynde reaching for the brass snake. Sure he was drunk...maybe it was just a cover though and he wasn't going to take chances. \" You'll stop your hand, or I'm going to use you as a experiment for my own ring and I don't want to cause a ruckus in here. You want to try this again, later when we're in private and no one can stop us, then be my guest and we'll see who has the ring then but for now return to your seat. I only have one way of subduing you non-lethally and nobody wants to see an out-of-shape necromancer attempt beating a drunk person until he passes out, agreed? \" He said in a friendly tone of voice, forcibly shutting the box and moving it just out of Grynde's easy reach. If the half-elf kept reaching for it though, then it meant he wasn't going to be deterred so easily from his course. To lighten the mood some, he glances over at Tiriel and asked politely \" What does yours say? \"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" No clue. It's just a bunch of squiggles to me. Here, you read it .\" She says handing Callos the ring and giving Grynde a disgusted glance.\n\n(ooc: stupid Draconic has it's own alphabet.)" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika answers Elthan without looking at him: \"I can't hide in the shadows in broad daylight, Elthan. Callos, what does the inscription on this ring mean?\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nSince no one said anything to stop him (or to him for that matter), Tanner leaves." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nImmune to the glares of others in his current state, he stares indignantly at Callos, as if he'd done nothing wrong.\n But I want the shnake! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tanner looks a bit miffed as he stomps out of the dining hall. Ever since the avalanche he has not received even the most basic courtesy and respect, much less the deference and awe a warrior-priest of his stature deserves.\n\nHe is escorted to a guest room. His attendant assures him that weapons, armor, and gear will be provided in the morning.\n\n...\n\nTryntha whispers a prayer to Bhalla as tensions rise as Grynde provokes the other party members. Tempers flare, fueled by the jhuild. Staying out of the argument for the moment, the Rashemi healer tends to Desmona, easing her onto a fur lying near one of the hearths.\n\n...\n\nThe rings and their current possessors are as follows:\n\nSimple copper band (Elthan) - sjach - \"shadow\"\nOrnate ring with five gems (Callos) - levithix - \"wizard\"\nCloisonne ring (Tiriel) - ixen - \"fire\"\nSilver filigree dragonfly (Khazrael) - austrat - \"fly\"\nWhite gold ring with black pearl (Anika) virlym - \"thief\"\nGold ring with three inset rubies (Fizahn) - ?\nLeather loop (Adalmar) - osvith - \"flee\"\nIron octagon (Aeroz) - vargach - \"battle\"\nBrass snake (Grynde) - ?\n\nCallos shares this information with those who are not familiar with the draconic alphabet or phonetics. Elthan is also willing to translate, but the half-elf is given the cold shoulder by most of his former companions.\n\n...\n\nAs soon as Adalmar utters his ring's command word, everyone begins to move with unnatural slowness. Even Callos' eyeblinks seem to last for seconds at a time, and it is hard for the ranger to understand the slowed, deepened speech of his angry companions as they turn on Grynde nearby. Worried, Adalmar speaks the command word again, and everything returns to normal.\n\n\"Well?\" asks Callos. \"Did anything happen?\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at the ring thoughtfully as she takes it back from Callos and slips it over her right ring finger. \" Looks like I got one of the ones that shouldn't be tested inside. \" She glances Grynde, noticing that he'd managed to take the snake ring. She doesn't want to usurp Callos, but the half-elf should not have been allowed to take the ring, much less before the command word had been examined.\n\nTiriel walks over to Damian and speaks in a soft voice. \" Do you think you could get that ring back from Grynde? The last thing we need is for the smart ass to start causing trouble. \n\" Um. I can pay you if you'd like. \"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian walks over and stands near Callos, continuing to address Grynde. \"I want all of your gold, too, but that doesn't give me the right to take it. It's their ring. It's their right to decide who gets it. Don't be an idiot. Although somehow I doubt waking up in a prison cell after drinking too much is uncommon for you, you don't want to experience it here.\" \n \"Just... think, Grynde. You couldn't hold on to an entire gnome with brute force. You're not going to be able to hold onto that ring. Plus,\" and he gesticulates somewhat exaggeratedly towards Retay, \"he's huge! Do you really want to tick off the huge guy with an axe?! When he's drunk ?\" \n \"I mean, seriously. If you really want the ring, at least wait until morning when everyone's sober to take it.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nGrynde stands still, trying to comprehend what Damian said.\n The gnome wash wearing a jacket...I don't fink thish ring ish. You have a point, though he looks towards Retay Mmkay. Take yer shilly ring. But at leasht tell me what it shays. He holds the ring out for Damian to take, standing rather shakily on account of the alchohol." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"On my honor. I'll tell you.\" Damian quickly grabs the ring when Grynde holds it out. He briefly holds it up and glances at the inscription on the inside before handing it back to Callos.\n\nLooking over to Tiriel, his eyes open a bit when she says \"pay.\" \"I wouldn't ask for payment for something like that, considering I had no intention of putting myself in harm's way. But I appreciate the offer. And if you want to discuss further employment, I'd be more than willing to listen. But I'm not sure how much you've had to drink, and I only negotiate with sober clients.\" \n \"... Also, as a point of interest for the future, it seems that the easiest way to deal with Grynde is to threaten him with a very large axe.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe blinks a few times. \" You were all... you were... \" He struggles to find the right words. \" You all slowed down. I don't know, or maybe I became faster than time... somehow... \" He's aware he's not making much sense, but the jhuild has started to cloud his mind. He still takes one sip more.\n\nHe did see Tanner exit the room, his dissatisfaction plain. Briefly excusing himself from the company, he catches the priest before he retires for the night. There the alcohol comes in handy, loosing his tongue.\n\" Listen, it's not that we don't value you. We do - at least, I do. It's just... You won't hear compliments from those people, nor will they invite you. They're strong and proud, or perhaps too distrustful, or perhaps too disenchanted. Or a mix of those...\n\nAnd what they... we have been through... The Underdark... \" - he shudders, briefly - \" I guess what I'm saying... is don't judge too fast... And that goes either way... \" Lissa's cold cold eyes appear in his vision, she's ready to murder Elthan on the spot - again. \" Anyway, good luck. \"\n\nIf the priest doesn't answer, he purposefully stumbles* back to the main hall, taking deep breaths to try and clear his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n* Not sure if that's possible !\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, aforementioned 'huge guy with axe' \n\nRetay looks taken aback at Damian. Then, ever so slowly, his face splits into a wide grin.\n\n \"Yeah, yeah, I'm big, an' I got annaxe! I'm der wormslayer, an' I could be der Grynde-slayer if yer touch udder people's wings!\" He looks quite pleased with himself. He drains another goblet if jhuild .\n\nA few moments later, with surprising grace, he slides off his chair and crashes to the floor. He follows up with a resounding snore." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Damian takes the brass snake ring and careful not to wear it, reads the inscription aloud - darastrix - \"dragon\".\n\nLissa and Achkby, who are now peeping over the edge of the table, climb up on chairs to get a better look at the ring.\n\n\"Well, there are two of us and only one ring. I suppose that we could share it.\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Fine. You can have it.\"\n\n\"Thanks, sweetie!\" Lissa gives Achkby a surreptitious squeeze, causing the halfling's cheeks to redden even more.\n\nAs Lissa reaches for the ring, it comes to life, biting her in the finger.\n\n\"Baravar!\" Lissa exclaims, sticking her bleeding finger into her mouth. \"It doesn't like me!\" The ring drops to the table, rolling to a stop in front of Grynde.\n\nAchkby, suddenly more sober, leans his elbows on the table and eyeballs the ring carefully. He reaches slowly for the ring. The snake removes its tail from its mouth and hisses in warning, before placing its tail back into its mouth.\n\n\"Umm. I think the ring has made its choice,\" Achkby concludes.\n\n...\n\nThose who have passed out are gently carried to guest rooms by Rashemi retainers.\n\nAnika is promised as much oil as she would like. You are all offered your choice of any Rashemi weapons and armor. Simple but warm clothing is waiting for you in your rooms along with sturdy furs for outdoor wear. More importantly, tubs full of hot mineral water for bathing and a firm but comfortable mattress awaits each of you.\n\nYou will have a private audience with the Iron Lord tomorrow evening. The day will otherwise be yours to rest and relax.\n\n\n\nOOC: You may select any mundane gear and any masterwork weapons and armor listed in the SRD. New adventurers clothing and Rashemi cold weather gear are also provided for you. You have a day for any research or exploration of the city or familiar acquisition. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika grins when Callos reads off the inscription on her ring. \"This could be interesting... I'll have to figure out what it does tomorrow.\" She slides the ring over her left ring finger and goes up to her room.\n\nThe next morning, Anika makes some simple purchases--a few flasks of oil and a torch. She had been caught too many times by creatures whose wounds would heal in seconds if not seared by fire, and her everburning torch provided neither true flame or any real heat.\n\nAfter acquiring her oil, she goes out into the city in search of a temple to Selune, or at least one to Lathander or some other deity friendly to her patron goddess.\n\n(OOC: Buying 4 flasks of oil and a torch. I've deducted 5sp from my character sheet and added the ring, the oil and the torch.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn takes a bath before he goes to sleep. He can be heard drunkenly singing in Gnomish what can only be concluded are extremely naughty songs. After he is clean, he walks to his quarters and haphazardly throws his stuff everywhere.\n\n In the morning he gets up and the drink has obviously taken its toll. He slowly gets out of his bed holding his head like it's going to explode. I wasn't supposed to drink this much. I was only supposed to drink a little bit. Then, I would pretend that I was insanely drunk the rest of the night. At least I'm clean. He looks around his bed and notices the new clothes. Hey, I've got new clothes also. Great! Ow. Thinking too loudly. Creeping over to his old clothes, he dons his chain shirt and begins emptying the pockets of his jacket.\n\n His brow furrows in confusion as he comes across the ring. There were the rings... Callos had them... This one was in the box... How did I end up with it? How drunk was I last night? I don't know, maybe I passed out. Shrugging, he looks at the ring. Well, I guess it's mine now. He brings the ring close to his eye and begins to examine it in detail. I'll go talk to Callos. \n\n Fizahn creeps slowly out of his room, still holding his head in one hand. His other hand clutches the ring. He moves slowly until he ends up at Callos's room. He knocks on the door once, but decides that he can't stand that sound again and just lets himself in. \"Hey- oh ow. Not talking that loud. Callos, I think I ended up with one of those rings. You wouldn't happen to know what it does, would you?\" He holds up the ring for Callos." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan monitors the group quietly as he deduces that they are intentionally avoiding him as they did before. He gives a short sigh before dismissing himself early from the group and heading down a random hallway. Adalmar sees him on his way back to the hall, but Elthan seems to disappear when he turns around to look again.\n\nInvisibly, he lurks around the castle thinking to himself. They had decided to to spare his life, despite what he had done, but in a sense it seemed they considered him already dead; They didn't have to kill him now.\n\n Maybe it would have been better if they had... \n\nHe could seek forgiveness; doing so was one of the foremost thoughts in his mind. Though if he tried, would they even listen now? It seemed impossible to earn it from them. Elthan had the patience of an elf; Perhaps it would only take time?\n\nWho trusts him right now? Callos for certain, in the same way he trusted Djital; Like a brother. Aeroz didn't seem to hold much against him, or so he was able to gather when they were separated from the group. Maybe that was simply because we were busy trying to find a way back? Adalmar seemed to be a calm, understanding person; It would not be hard to reconcile with him, but that would not count very much towards forgiveness from the group.\n\nPerhaps he was going about this the wrong way; Instead of trying to regain the trust of the group as a whole, were they would strongly oppose him, it would be easier to reconcile with each of them personally.\n\nA yawn, emanating from nowhere to anyone happening to eye whatever part of the castle he was in, breaks up his thoughts. I'll wait until tomorrow, he decides, and heads off to bed.\n\n-------\n\nThe next morning, Elthan goes around to pick up some equipment, noticing Anika picking up a few flask. Cautiosly, he approaches her with a few spears in his arms.\n\n \"Good morning, Anika,\" he says, leaving much space while he quickly draws up another phrase; He hasn't done much small talk. \"How... Are you feeling today?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n You've got to be kidding me... Was the only dumbfounded thought he could think of as he watched the ring effectively...chose who was going to be the one to wear it. And from the looks of it the little metal snake may just attack him if he tried to put it back in the box until it changed it's mind. A twitch of his eyebrows later and he was rising up from the table to be escorted towards his room.\n\nAnd the oh so wonderful gifts that lay within..\n\n_________________________________________\n\nWhen Callos woke up he was surrounded by sweet sweet warmth. Bleary eyes blinked and squinted as he lifted a wet hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. Figures, he had fallen asleep in the hot mineral water but he certainly wasn't going to be the one to regret doing it either since for the first time...in...a long long time he had been able to sleep without any nightmares what so ever. Peaceful...restful...Restful enough he was clad only in towels wrapped up all around him like a mummy as he sat at the table in his room and studied his spellbook, shivering like a leaf in the wind.\n\nFigures. He'd spent so long in the damn water that the room felt dead cold! Page changed to another one and his eyes pored over the words and scrawling script as he sighed...and heard his door open. Blinking, he turned to see Fizahn walking into his room and ask about the ring he had chosen.\n\n Rude gnome. Lesson one in human manners, knock before barging into irate mage's room. \n BANG! \n\n\" What? I didn't hear you. With a somewhat mischevious smile Callos 'set' his spell book down on the table and motioned for Fizahn to come closer. \" Just come over here so I can take a look at it and we'll see what I can tell you about that little doodaad, hmm? \"\n\n Heh. I remember Djital used to do things like this to me if I ever drank myself into a stupor and know I know why...it's kinda fun! \n \n Spoiler \nOnce he's done talking to Fizahn, Callos is going to go out and get 2 masterwork clubs, more ink and parchment, a spyglass, refill his spell component pouch and pick up another one (spares are good). After that he'll see about selling the gem of brightness.\n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn jumps when Callos slams his spellbook shut. He cowers in fear as Callos yells at him. He quietly creeps over to Callos's table. He looks down at the floor and mutters something to himself while holding the ring out to Callos. \"I did knock... once. There's no need to be sadistic.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe picks up the snake with a smug grin plastered across his features.\n Shee? My shnakey. Hello, shnakey! \nSurprisingly, he manages to stagger to his own room with only a little assistance.\n_________________________________________\n\nHis eyes snap open and take in his room. Shortly thereafter, he gives an almighty groan and clutches his head with both hands. Something jabs into his skull, and he looks at it - The brass snake. Only dimly remembering how he got this, he staggers upright, taking his hands off his head just long enough to place the ring on the third finger of his left hand.\n\nHe puts on new clothing and goes back down to his be. Lying on his side and being as silent as he can, he examines the snake more closely, and reads the inscription on the inside, but is unable to make head nor tail of it.\n Right...Well...Time to go shopping...So to speak... \n\nHe stands up, doing his best to ignore his headache and leave the room to find a good bow and some arrows.\n\n OOC: I'll put the longbow in later today...Or tonight...Or tomorrow, whichever applies...Timezones are confusing... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSeeing the bed nearly brings a tear to Khazrael's eye. He slips into the water and scrubs himself clean before collapsing into the most restful sleep he's had in ages.\n\nHis dreams that night are disturbing and violent. He sits in the throne of the Iron Lord as Immilmar burns. At one side of his throne kneels Tiriel, her wings ravaged and destroyed. Locusts devour the fields, and nightmarish creatures run through the streets at night.\n\nUndrek'Thoz lies in ruins. The drow flirted with destruction, and it was given to them. Lyth'eril sits chained in the courtyard, cursed to endure the sun her people so envy.\n\nHe wakes with a shout and lies shaking in his bed. The sun has already begun to crest over the horizon.\n\nHe steadies himself and lies still for more than an hour before getting dressed and stepping outside." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nSlowly, he becomes aware of his pounding head...\n\n \"Nngh...\" he declares, sitting up slowly. He tries to remember how he got here.\n\n Well, there was the meeting with the Iron Lord, of course... And then... I made a pledge to hunt the necromancer, I remember that... And... Something about jewelery... \n\nGiving up, Retay moves gingerly off the bed (which barely fits him), and moves around, gathering his clothes. He is surprised to find new clothes alongside his own. What's this? Did I go shopping last night? But his purse seems as full as before. He shakes his head, but stops quickly as the motion makes his headache worse.\n_________________________________________\n\nA while later, when he has recovered a little, Retay ventures out. He first sells his battleaxe and shortbow at the local markets, replacing them with a morningstar and longbow from the offered equipment. He then returns to their quarters, wondering how everyone else is passing the time until their private audience.\n\n {{OOC: I believe it's 201gp 2sp 5cp for the sale of the masterwork composite shortbow (strength +2) and 155gp for the masterwork battleaxe}} " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel watches in dumb amazement as the brass ring bites Lissa. She looks down at her ring to confirm, that no, her's isn't doing anything other than sitting on her finger. Watching the drunk half-elf pick the ring back up without trouble Tiriel fights off her initial wave of anger and picks up a mug of the local brew that seems so intoxicating. She takes a long swallow.\n Well, that decides it. That one at least is coming with us. Don't know if he wanted too, but he's stuck now. she thinks.\n\n\" I'm not drunk. Yet. After watching that, though I just might be soon.\" Tiriel replies to Damian. \"Morning would be better anyhow, there's still a lot of things to figure out. \"[hr] Once shown to her room Tiriel decides that sleep can wait - the idea of a bath, the first in many many days, is much more enticing.[hr] Tiriel wakes up, dresses in a clean set of clothes, and decides to find some food. As she walks down the hallway she hears the muffled sounds of Callos shouting. Stopping at his door, she hesitates, trying to decide if she really wants to know what was happening in there." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian is the one of the last to leave for the evening, though after the bizarre return of the ring to Grynde, he mostly stays to himself, quiet.\n\n-----\n\nIn the morning, he walks out of his room early, and is caught by the sound of screams from Callos's room. He quickily heads over there, and sees Fizahn questioning - and being tortured by - Callos. As if it were the most normal thing in the world, he slips in and looks to the necromancer. \"Callos - try switching rings with Fizahn - or give it to me to try. We should check to see if Grynde's ring is unique in being 'bonded' to him. I've got a feeling that there may be more to these rings than meets the eye. If you can't get rid of them, they may have been given to you to track you as well as aid you.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn shrinks down even more as Damian comes in. \"That's a good idea. Just don't talk so loud. Wait... Grynde got a ring? Who- ow! Who let that murderous fool have a ring? I should take it back when I'm feeling up to it.\" Fizahn stops speaking for a second, but then furrows his brow in concentration. \"How much did I miss last night? I kinda don't remember anything past... Past... Hmmm... Something about a cannibalistic snake. It's all sorta jumbled.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nIn a blur of speed, Anika draws her dagger from behind her belt and allows the two other knives up her sleeves to slide forward into her hands. She begins to juggle the three blades adeptly, not even looking at them but staring straight at Elthan. As suddenly as she began, Anika stops juggling, throwing her belt dagger especially high, and catching and sheathing the two other knives up her sleeves. As the dagger falls downward, she catches the hilt and begins twirling it between her fingers. She points her closed left fist towards Elthan and says, \"Virlym.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan watches the juggling with quite some curiosity, leaning on his pile of spears a bit as Anika finishes her display. \"That is... quite impressive. I wonder how long it took to learn that, but, what do you mean by that? Do you mean that you feel prepared, or are you still upset that my ring makes me invisible?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Hehe, maybe you shouldn't have drank so much if you couldn't handle the hangover. You can try some of my hangover cures later if you feel like your up to i.... \"\n\nHis words were abruptly cut off when Damian came into his room as well and blinked before his eyes narrowed, especially after he caught sight of Tiriel out in the hallway as well. \" Why do I have this awful feeling I shall be getting no peace and quiet this morning? As to your quandry, do you truly believe that to be such a wise idea considering the violent reaction the serpent ring had to someone just trying to pick it up? Actually putting on a different ring, if they are bonded, may be more harmful or even fatal. \"\n\nWith a sigh he sat back down at the table and flipped open his spell book once more and for a long moment it looked as if he was just going to ignore the man and gnome and continue studying his spells before shaking his head. \" Considering what I saw of the man who gave us the rings I wouldn't be surprised if they did track us, but it's not something we can avoid. If they do as promised in their other areas then I'm perfectly willing to have Prozen be able to keep an eye on me. And Fizahn nobody gave Grynde a ring, it chose him and it became obvious when Lissa tried to put it on and it bit her. \"\n\nFeeling he had...sufficiently addressed the problems they had presented to him, he looked out the open door way to Tiriel and raised his voice some. \" So what can I help you with? As comfortable as it is to sit in damp towels I'd like to get dressed soon and finish my studies. We do have a private audience today and I'd like to be presentable so unless your going to shave me and dress me, I'd like to hurry things up some. \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by namo \n Adalmar \n\nHe did see Tanner exit the room, his dissatisfaction plain. Briefly excusing himself from the company, he catches the priest before he retires for the night. There the alcohol comes in handy, loosing his tongue.\n\" Listen, it's not that we don't value you. We do - at least, I do. It's just... You won't hear compliments from those people, nor will they invite you. They're strong and proud, or perhaps too distrustful, or perhaps too disenchanted. Or a mix of those...\n\nAnd what they... we have been through... The Underdark... \" - he shudders, briefly - \" I guess what I'm saying... is don't judge too fast... And that goes either way... \" Lissa's cold cold eyes appear in his vision, she's ready to murder Elthan on the spot - again. \" Anyway, good luck. \"\n\nIf the priest doesn't answer, he purposefully stumbles* back to the main hall, taking deep breaths to try and clear his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n* Not sure if that's possible !\n \n \n \n\n\n Tanner Gondsman \n \"I appreciate what you are saying, Adalmar; however, why would I want to remain with a group of individuals who refuse to act as a group? Especially when these individuals are even less welcoming and appreciative than the Rashemi have show you before they were swayed? The Rashemi and your friends are cut of the same cloth, but at least the Rashemi fits me better.\n\nAs for judging too hastily, I haven't done so. However, I have made all the efforts I choose to, and I am not going to haggle for a position among your friends when I can be useful here - moreso because the Rashemi value an outsider like me for my skills, abilities, and talents. In fact, this is more than what I have been shown this past week. So, I find it difficult to not compare the two groups.\n\nI am going to rest and wait until our audience with the Iron Lord before I determine what I will do. Until then, rest well.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Honestly, it's probably worth the risk. The rings are too useful to limit to one person unless it's required. Spells and magic have a tendency to roll off of me - although... now that I've apparently regained my senses, yeah, I'm not really about to offer myself as a guinea pig without being under contract.\" \n\nHe grins slightly as Callos complains regarding his condition. \"Sorry, I didn't realize that you had been interrupted. Though, considering Fizahn was in here, I should've expected it. Speaking of Grynde, though. I believe I can handle him. I've known quite a few types very like him. You're never going to be able to get him to not act rashly, though. It's in his makeup.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been about to move on, after noticing that Callos seemed to be having a conversation albeit, a loud one, when Damian came and opened the door and started talking to Callos. Tiriel missed most of what Damian and Fizahn said because her attention was drawn to the pissed off look on the wizard's face. She did however hear everything he said.\n\nTurning red, she turns around and leaves, making a rude gesture that indicates exactly what she thinks about Callos, his morning attitude, and his mother." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael stands in the open, arms spread wide. He turns his face to the sky and feels a stirring within. He wraps his arms around his chest and nearly keels over as the pain grows rather intense. With a spray of bright red blood and a few cast-off feathers, a pair of sable feathered wings burst from beneath the V-shaped scar along his upper back.\n\nTears stream from Khazrael's face as he tastes flight once more. He dips and swirls through the air, laughing like a madman.\n\nBefore long, he feels the magic fade. His wings begin to dissolve into a cloud of swirling black feathers, and he gradually floats to the ground. He sits down and gazes at the sky in near-disbelief before heading off to pick up some supplies.\n\n((OOC: Grabbing a new traveler's outfit and some rations. I'll figure it out in a bit.))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" It's...alright, I'm just not used to people running to me for information on things this early in the morning. If you can't guess I'm not a morning person. \" Callos said dryly as he finally shut the spell book and pushed it to the side away from him so the temptation to blow them off and just study his spells wouldn't be there.\n\n\" Maybe you can't. I can get him to change pretty easy, I mean with a couple of mystic words I can barbeque him with some nice seasonings thrown on. Eventually I might be able to change him into something useful...like a chicken or a sheep...Oh you mean his ways, yeah he'll probably never change but that won't stop me from trying...or messing with him. Irriatable people are so fun. \" The getting on in years necromancer looked on in interest as Tiriel made her gesture at him and a wide wolfish smile came to his face as she stalked away from the three adventurers in his room. \" For example... \"\n\nRising up from his chair the necromancer walked silently after the angel woman while reaching underneath of the wrappings for his 'bad' arm and fiddling with something. Once he had Tiriel in sight his grin only widened as something clacked and creaked as he pulled it out from underneath of the wrappings.\n\n\" Hey Shiny! Think fast! \"\n\nWithout any further thought he lobbed the object he had picked out at the woman and hoped she would react on instinct and simply catch what he had thrown...and she did. What he had thrown was hard and smooth, having many different parts to it that somehow managed to stay together despite nothing actually connecting them together.\n\nThere, sitting in her hands, were the red tinged bones of a human hand. As if to confirm what he had done Callos held up his 'bad' arm and let the towel slip down over the edge of his ulna bone, which was quite exposed to the air and quite the same color as the ones in her hand.\n\n\" I don't have explicit gestures to give me a hand but I make do with what I have. Can I have that back now? \" The forty winter old necromancer said, openly chuckling as he stayed firmly were he was and continued to wave the stump of a forelimb at her." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. \" Gondsman, you're... you are a lot more like 'my friends' than you even know. \"\n\n\" Even so, choose your own path. It's the only truth for a man. \" He sounds strangely grandiloquent.\n\nBut he's also frustrated. A rant is what I get for coming to him ? Bah ! He turns his back and with a \" And that's about it. G'night ! \" walks back to the hall, his swaying a bit exaggerated.\n\n...\n\nHis companions leave the hall one by one. He contemplates the inside of his empty cup for a while. Then he gets up, and leaves the room, in search for a tree. The nearest grove is likely to be outside the palace, so he'll content himself with the nearest tree (in a courtyard ?) that he can find. Sitting below the tree, he meditates, prays to Mielikki and requests spells that will help him find a new companion. Kir is not forgotten, but there isn't much he can do for the hawk now.\n\nHis sleep is mostly resting, but for one nightmare, involving blood dripping from the leaves of the tree, the moon crushed under hooves of fire and the earth swallowing his town until it reaches the Underdark...\n\n...\n\nHe wakes up early - he didn't get enough sleep but the meditation won't be too straining - and after asking a few questions of the palace staff, goes off to explore nearby caves.\n\nHe is looking for the Dire Bats that sometimes make their homes there.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAsking for Detect Animals, Charm Animals and Speak with Animals. I'm up for doing the meditation/bonding in 'summary mode', but I can roleplay more of it if you want.\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian looks over to Fizahn as Callos's grotesque 'danse macabre' comedy plays out. \"Is it common for your friends to throw severed limbs at each other?\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nRetay comes down the corridor just in time to see Callos' gruesome display. \"What in all the...\" he begins, until something clicks.\n\nQuietly, the barbarian takes his greataxe from his back (he never goes anywhere without it) and advances, fire burning in his eyes. When he gets within earshot, he says, his voice quivering, \"Give me one good reason I should not kill you right now, lich.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian sighs, and smoothly steps in front of Callos when Retay approaches, not even giving Callos a chance to respond. \"Because he's not a lich, Retay. Trust me. I'd know. Come on. Walk with me down to the room where we got fed yesterday, and I'll explain it all to you.\" \n \"You need to have your morning coffee before you kill someone anyway. We have to hurry, I've heard they've got some amazing sweet rolls out, and I think I saw the demon boy going to pocket them.\" \n \"Keep that axe handy, though, we might want to try pulling a Callos to see if we can use Grynde's ring with just his hand.\" \n\nDamian quickly strides toward Retay and guides him away, back towards the gathering hall from the previous day...\n\nhoping beyond hope that it was still accessible." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nIt is a mark of his trust that Retay allows the smaller man to lead him away - with many a glare and a snarl. If looks could kill, it would be time to break out the diamond dust.\n\n((assuming the gathering hall is open))\nRetay thumps down in a chair, and leans his axe carefully beside him.\n\n \"So?\" he demands. \"He's a mage, and he's a skeleton .\" Retay spits on the floor at his own feet. \"Looks like a lich to me, or a necromancer at the least. Explain to me how he deserves to live.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAfter finding a good bow and a piles of arrows, he returns the things to his handy backpack, and then checks the edge of his swords. He holds his ring up to a blade, admiring the contrast of the two, but only for a moment, plagued as he is by his hangover.\n\nWith much pained groaning, he stands up and goes to seek out Elthan to ask him why nobody much likes him, and to (try) and find out what his own ring says." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I was doing just fine with my hangover until some vile necromancer started torturing me.\n\n\"No. Typically we just throw dead bodies at vicious oozes. That hand thing's a new one.\" Fizahn shrugs as Damian intervenes between Callos and Retay. Things are just getting more hectic. Food sounds good though. He starts walking after Damian and Retay, but stops when he gets to Tiriel. \"He's not a morning person. Don't feel too hard on yourself, I just learned it too. You might not want to crush that hand. It's possible he needs it.\" Fizahn gives Tiriel a painful little smile before heading towards where he believes food to be." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel spends a moment looking at what Callos had tossed her. A skeletal hand. Right. Well it wasn't that long ago that she'd taken down quite a few skeletons herself. But this was obviously different. This seems to be what's left of Callos' hand, which is a pretty disgusting concept.\n\nIt's the sight of Callos waving his stump and laughing that throws her over the edge.\n\nTaking a step back, Tiriel winds up and throws the hand at Callos' face as hard as she can. The sound it makes when it hits gives her some satisfaction, but not nearly enough.\n\n\" What the HELL is wrong with you?! \" She screams at him.\n\n[ooc: Tiriel isn't holding back when she throws the hand. She very much wants it to leave a mark - that said, I have no idea what kind of damage it would do. ]" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by namo \n Adalmar \n\nHe doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. \" Gondsman, you're... you are a lot more like 'my friends' than you even know. \"\n\n\" Even so, choose your own path. It's the only truth for a man. \" He sounds strangely grandiloquent. \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner listens to Adalmar with piercing eyes. He replies, \"That may be true, but you, Adalmar, are not like them. Why then do you travel with them? What is the truth behind your path?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"He's not a lich , Retay. He's a necromancer. He's actually said so already. You were probably too drunk last night for it to register. And before you cast judgment on him for that, necromancy is just magic . It's just a tool. Don't judge him so quickly, not when he has companions that clearly don't.\" \n\nHe sighs and glances down at the axe resting beside Retay. \"If I were to judge you by the tool you use, I'd call you an executioner. One who kills children for no crime other than taking a loaf of abandoned bread. But you don't see me placing a dagger at your throat.\" \n \"Besides, as I pointed out to Grynde last night, you're in civilization right now, and Callos is an honored guest. Killing, last I checked, is illegal in most areas of the world, and you don't strike me as the type to handle imprisonment well. Remember, the axes the Rashemi had were bigger than yours.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHearing loud voices, he changes direction and heads to the source in time to see a hand fly through the air and hit Callos. His mouth hangs open in shock for a moment, and then he closes it.\n I'm not still drunk? That just happened? Holy crap, how'd you end up without your hand!? OW. he winces, clutching his head, but then looks back up towards Callos, a little impressed. Nonetheless he walks on, muttering to himself as he does so.\n Daratain? Darasgeyn. No...Daras...T.....E.....Darastr? Darastricks? Darastrix? That sounds about right... Or maybe not... " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n \"So it's perfectly acceptable for you that he goes out and raises hordes of undead?\" he demands. \"That he disturbs the rest of our ancestors for his own personal gain, that he turns the dead against the living, that he uses our own peoples' bodies to conquer and enslave us? You don't mind that he's an evil abomination that deserves to die a slow and painful death?\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Does he have hordes of undead following him around? Have you seen him disturb the rest of your ancestors? Has he tried to conquer or enslave you ?\" Damian's brows furrow as his voice raises in pitch, driving the point home.\n\n \" Listen to what I'm saying, Retay. You're judging him by what you have seen and heard of people who wield necromancy. If I judge you by what I've seen and heard of people who wield axes , it'd be the same thing .\" \n \"Look, I don't really care about trying to change your opinion of necromancers, or of Callos in general. But you're not out in the wilderness here. You're in a city, with laws. You're worried about Callos being a threat? Fine. Follow him, and when he actually does something evil, chop him down then without stopping to think, just like the other axe-wielding maniacs did where I grew up. But do it here, and you won't kill him. You'll just get yourself arrested, and then he'll be free to go off and do whatever he wants while you rot in a cell.\" \n\nHe throws his hands up in frustration and resignation. \"But go ahead and do that if you want. Just make sure to tell them that I have absolutely no association with you whatsoever if you do.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Maybe I acted hastily.. \n Thwack! \n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by having his own hand come soaring back through the air at him to smack into his face. And rather hard at that too, though he was lucky enough to catch the appendage when it started to fall down. Light scratches showed from where he had been hit and a distinctly disgruntled look came to his worn features as he delicately placed the wrist to the bone and turned it from side to side. Soon it was moving around seemingly of it's own violation and he smiled with relief. It wasn't broken, good. Carefully wrapping the towel around the skeletal limb once more he turned his attention back to Tiriel.\n\n\" There's plenty wrong with me so you'll have to be more specific angel-kisser. In this particular case I got sick and tired of catching you staring at my arm and wondering what had happened instead of simply giving me privacy, which is all I really want right now. If theres thoughts in that head of yours besides violence then you'll know I gave you plenty of warning about what I was going to do back when we got sent elsewhere and yet you were still curious! Or maybe it was blatantly misunderstanding what I said last night and making me seem like a racist like the half-elf! Oh, wait, I have it! I just don't like you! Get this straight Shiney, I'll work with you, I'll pull your glowing behind out of the fire if need be, I may even put myself in harms way to make sure you make it since your a decent person, but that in no way means I have to or will like you or ever will. Was that simple enough or should I draw a picture for you? \"\n\nSure it was childish. Sure he really had no real reason to toss a skeletal hand at her but he had been ornery and she had made herself a viable target too. Then again did she have to throw it back at him that hard too? It had really smarted!\n\n\n OOC: Yeah sarcasm!...Yes I know I ignored Grynde but Callos is sorta busy at the moment and'll get to him later...and I know further beatings are probably on the way and accept that. 😉 " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "((OOC: Post moved))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The commotion outside (and inside) Callos' room wakes those of you who had decided to sleep in.\n\nSeveral of you had awakened early and had the opportunity to visit the castle's armory. You were given your pick of any weapons and armor. No money is accepted - the equipment is a gift of the huhrong you are told. The weapons and armor are plain but of high quality. Additional gear, such as oil flasks, is provided as well when requested.\n\nElthan attempts to converse with Anika, only to have her test out her ring in his general direction. Nothing dramatic occurs, though as she continues to twirl a dagger between her fingers, she begins to do so in ever more intricate patterns, surprising herself with her increased dexterity. With the flick of a wrist, her dagger disappears from view, then reappears as she enjoys her augmented coordination.\n\nKhazrael and Adalmar are eager to finish their breakfasts. Both have urgent matters to attend to outside of the keep. Before they are leave however, Grynde waltzes into the dining chamber, fingering his ring and muttering to himself.\n\nAs he does so, the ring leaps off of his finger, growing in size until, in an eyeblink, it has become a full sized brass dragon. The dragon is an adult, enormous. It rears its head back and extends its wings, as if working out a kink in its neck.\n\nInadvertently, the dragon crushes a heavy oak table under its foot. The dragon picks its foot up gingerly and snorts in chagrin.\n\nThe dragon steps carefully, trying to avoid smashing any more of the tables around it. The arched chamber is large enough for the dragon to stretch to its full height and wingspan. The effect is quite impressive.\n\nThe dragon blinks and looks down at Grynde. Snaking its head forward, it sniffs the half-elf appraisingly. Exhaling suddenly, the dragon shakes his head, as if repelled by a noxious odor.\n\nIn another eyeblink, the dragon has collapsed back into the form of the brass ring. The ring clatters to the ground and rolls to a stop in the center of the oak flooring.\n\nThose in the dining hall and those who ran to the doorway upon hearing the commotion, stand amazed for a moment. Only the smell of sulfur remains to verify that a dragon had been standing in the room only a moment earlier.\n\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Equip yourselves as you wish (with any mundane item up to masterwork quality). The items are gifts and do not need to be bought.\n\nKhazrael, Anika and Adalmar (and anyone else) should post in the Private Conversations thread when they leave the keep on their different \"missions\". Each solo excursion will be dealt with separately.\n\nYou may want to resolve the Grynde ring problem first however. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyes go wide when the dragon interrupts his and Retay's conversation. His two daggers fly into his grasp, and he drops into a protective crouch. When it converts back into a ring, he immediately stands up straight and looks right at Grynde, the daggers slipping smoothly back into their sheaths. All casual demeanor is gone from him, and he immediately straightens up authoritatively. \"Grynde, don't move, don't touch the ring, and don't say anything unless you want to accidentally become dragon food.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nStanding still, mouth open to a mind-boggling degree, he stares at the ring with a comical expression of shock on his face.\n HOLY FRIGGIN' CRAP! . He looks over at Damian, a little smug, but fear in him too, not well hidden, at how the dragon had been repelled by him. No worries...I hope... \nHe moves towards the ring, crouchnig near it but not touching, and begins to talk to it.\n Hi...Ring? I'm Grynde. Er...I don't often speak to rings...Except you're a dragon...Don't often speak to dragons, either...Do you even understand my words? Gah, I feel like an idiot. Look, er, dragon-ring he pauses here, trying to produce something to say to an inanimate object that was just very animate, and then speaks again. Look, er, you chose me. Or I chose you. I was a little, er, a lot drunk at the time. But you're the coolest ring ever. Can I pick you up? \nHe waits awkwardly for a response from the ring, reaching slowly and cautiously towards it with one hand, ready to pull said appendage back quickly if it snaps at him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The ring hisses in warning." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Grynde, I said don't say anything, and don't touch the ring ! Just stand there, and shut up, until we can get some people here who can figure out what's going on without the possibility of you getting eaten . I can understand when you're stupid enough to challenge a gnome and even me, but even I cannot believe you're stupid enough to challenge a dragon .\" \n\nHe turns to the gnome - most likely still in shock from the dragon. \"Fizahn, can you go get Callos? Quickly ? And can anyone cast either a spell to identify the ring, or something to allow Grynde to understand and speak draconic?\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Please he says, emotion in his voice, What have I done wrong? \nHe looks at the ring for a few moments, his eyes a little watery for a second, but he blinks twice quickly and is back to his old self.\n Right. Yeah. That's right, don't pick me. Judge me, eh, like all those other people did. I don't need anyone, not this lot or you or any of the other people. I don't need anybody he reassures himself, before standing up and looking at the ring in disappointment.\n ........It...Doesn't like me. Draconic? That's the language dragons speak? I don't know if it'd do any good... I also don't think it can do anything unless someone says Dara - Well, er, that word again. He frowns, staring wistfully down at the ring, but doing nothing more." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\n((slightly out-of-time))\nThe barbarian stands to his full height, towering over Damian.\n\n \"You don't know what I've seen.\" \n\nHe pauses for some time, staring at the wall. When he finally opens his mouth to speak again, he is rather rudely interrupted by the sudden appearance of a large dragon.\n\n \"What the--\" Retay hefts his axe, but the creature does not come near, and even this barbarian is reluctant to charge at a grown dragon.\n\nThis is well out of Retay's area of expertise, so instead he retreats into a corner and tries not to get in the way of the bustling spellcasters." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nBleary-eyed, the ranger is stuffing piece after piece of sausage in his mouth when a dragon appears... Wait, a dragon !?\n\nHe swiftly rolls away from his seat and ends up in a crouch, a sausage in one hand and a fork in the other. He begins to curse his misfortune... Crp, no weapon. Never would've expected trouble here ! ...when the dragon disappears.\n\nSince he had his own preoccupations, he missed most of the events of the day before surrounding the ring. Approaching Khazrael : \" Uh, can you fill me in on what happened with that Grynde and that ring ? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nKoji : no need to repeat the story, just say \"K fills A in\"...\n\nDarius : let's transfer the conversation to the Private Conversations thread since it's in a different time frame.\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael sits in his chair, chewing on a bit of food. The display was simply too bizarre, and he does not react until Adalmar approaches him.\n\n\"Uh, it was...Grynde's ring turned into a dragon, I think...\"\n\nHe completes his story with similar hesitance, not seeming to believe what he has seen." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn stares in disbelief at the dragon. Brass Dragon... One of the good guys, right? Hell, I don't know. I only learned their language so I could plead for my life if necessary. He jumps a little as Damian commands him. \"Callos. Yes. Good idea. Then maybe Elthan too, and Achkby, and that Tanner man, and the Rashemi lady.\" Fizahn quickly hurries out of the room, his hangover not forgotten, just temporarily being ignored. He runs as fast as he can up to Callos's room. He doesn't even bother to knock and just swings open the door. He blinks as he sees Tiriel with Callos, who is presumably getting dressed. \"Hey, lovebirds, Grynde's ring turned into a dragon for a second, and the dragon didn't like him, and now it's a ring again, and we require magical consultation and all that.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " \n Originally Posted by King_of_GRiffins \n Elthan \n\nElthan watches the juggling with quite some curiosity, leaning on his pile of spears a bit as Anika finishes her display. \"That is... quite impressive. I wonder how long it took to learn that, but, what do you mean by that? Do you mean that you feel prepared, or are you still upset that my ring makes me invisible?\" \n \n\n(OOC: Quoted from previous page)\n\n Anika \n\nWhile still spinning her dagger, Anika says, \"Interesting. I don't know why I thought this would work on a target... After all, at least three of the other rings, yours included, worked on the wearer... and this one obviously does too. I wonder what effect this would have on my dancing and acrobatics...\" She stops spinning the dagger and points it at Elthan. \"Why are you here? Were you going to try to talk to me about something?\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAfter finishing his conversation with Adalmar, Tanner does his best to rest. He wakes early to restock his supplies and re-equip himself from the Rashemi stores. Upon his return, prays dilligently - ignoring the noise that is caused by Callos' 'guests'. Tanner then packs his gear and takes it with him as he walks breaks the night's fast in the dining hall. He is seated eating when Grynde's 'ring's' grand entrace has everyone clamoring about with awe and shock.\n\nImmediately, Tanner's instincts kick in. He flips his table on its side to provide him with some cover and quickly ** and loads the crossbow from behind the table. He then pops up and levels his loaded crossbow at the scene. His first instinct is to aim the weapon at Grynde, but is perplexed when Grynde is just as mystified as everyone else. Just as he is about to fire, Tanner recalls that the metallic dragons are on the side of good and will most likely not attack unless attacked themselves. He raises the crossbow so that it is pointed in the air and not at either Grynde or the dragon. Much to his amusement, Tanner can not help but like the dragon, for it seems to have made a sound judgement on Grynde. Tanner says under his breath, \"I wouldn't want to eat him, either.\" \n\nAfter it disappears in a poof, Tanner says, \"Sorry about that, folks. It is force of habit that I have developed, and my reaction time has increased this past week being with you.\" Tanner then rights the table and benches and begins picking up his breakfast. He smiles as he does so, for the look on Grynde's face will keep him warm at night for quite some time.\n\n\nEdit: Naughty word was supposed to be more than one rooster but something one would do to a weapon like the crossbow to ready it." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian looks over to Tanner as he apologizes for flipping the table over. \"It's the same thing I would've done if I had been behind a table. Any ideas on a spell? I think the best idea is to try to have Grynde talk to the dragon... ring...\" \n\nA light flashes in Damian's mind. Why was he trying to have a way for Grynde speak to the ring? The headstrong half-elf had shown plenty of times that he didn't have any gift for diplomacy. So long as Grynde needed someone to translate for him, that same person could also round off Grynde's harsh edges.\n\n \"I guess we could always translate for him. That might be the best idea in any case. Grynde, can you repeat exactly what we say and the way we say it?\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nUnsure how he got back to his room last night, Aeroz makes his way to the armory where he peruses through the assorted weaponry, trying to find a replacement for the magical rapier that he had lost. Settling on a pair of fine crafted cutlasses two new daggers.\n\nWalking into the eating area, Aeroz notes the surprised looks on everyones faces.\n\n\" Did I miss something? \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe could have responded, he had the time to, but the impact of what she had just said actually hit home with him hard. Callos really had been dragging down everyone else with his problems, and that made it hard to find a good witty retort to strike back with. Luckily Fizahn chose that moment to burst into the room and he blinked owlishly at the gnome before nodding.\n\n\" Alright, lets hurry before the half-elf manages to get himself eaten by his own ring. \" The necromancer said numbly as he turned his back to the gnome and dropped the wet towels to the floor. It didn't take very long to grab his clothes and spell book and, against his better judgement, he left his skeletal arm unwrapped. The shadowstuff shirt may obscure some of the limb from the sleeve but one could still see the skeletal appendage at the very end.\n\n\" Do you know anything else about the whole thing? \"\nHe asked curiously as he straightened his clothes and hurried out of the room. A very very tiny part of him said to wait for Tiriel but it was outweighed by both anger and innate curiousty about just what was going on with that ring." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"All I know is that Grynde was muttering to himself. The dragon appeared. It was a brass dragon, which I believe is a good dragon. I don't know much dragonlore though, I just learned the language so I could plead with any dragon about to eat me. The dragon sniffed Grynde. It didn't like him; he hadn't taken a bath in a while. It once more became the ring, and it's in the middle of the mess hall and won't let Grynde pick it up. I think that's kind of odd. Didn't you say that the ring chose him? Why would it choose him if it was just going to reject him? Anyway, people sent me to get you because you're pretty much smarter than everyone and had the rings first.\" Fizahn grins at Callos, and hurries into the breakfast room before him. \"Everyone, may I present Callos, master of the rings. He has agreed to help you foolish children solve your pitiful little problems related to the ringbearer known as Grynde.\" He smiles at Callos once more. \"The whole situation's getting crazy, and I felt you needed an equally crazy introduction.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel's a little peeved that neither Fizahn nor Callos waited for her but under the circumstances, she kind of expected it. She manages to catch up to them by the end of Fizahn's speech.\n Well at least he's dressed now. She thinks giving Callos a glance.\n\" Where's the ring? \"\n\n ooc: better late than never... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Well, I speak draconic, and it didn't seem like it wanted to talk. At least it didn't kill us. Let's take it outside and try calling it again. I'll ask it what it wants.\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nEyes locked on the ring, his limited capacity for thought turns to: Why.\n Why would the ring suddenly change it's mind?... He ponders this for a moment, before speaking again.\n It's not as if much has changed... Although it hadn't exactly met me last night...My memory is blurred. It accepted me fine before, correct? Then either I'm poisonous he gives a pained smirk or something has changed. But nothing's changed...Maybe it only likes me when I'm drunk? " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Khazrael, I think there's the strong possibility it either will or can only listen to the owner of the ring. I don't think the ring necessarily chose you, Grynde. Sorry to break any hopes you had there. You touched it first . Then, if I had to guess, when you summoned it, it took a... disfavor to your, shall we say, lack of moral compass.\" He stepped over to where Grynde was standing over the ring.\n\n \"Grynde, listen very, very carefully. Draconic's an old language. The pronunciation's very important. So try this, very calmly. Hello.\" \n\nDamian (prudently) steps a few steps from the ring as Grynde prepares to butcher one of the oldest languages in front of one of its originators, towards Callos. \"You wouldn't happen to be able to use a spell to identify that ring, would you?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Getting down on the floor, you creep toward the ring cautiously.\n\nAlthough now in the form of the brass ring, with its tail in its mouth, the dragon is still very much \"awake\". You can see it eyeing you and blinking. Looking very closely, you can see that it is even breathing.\n\nIt raises an eyebrow at Grynde's greeting, but does not deign to respond. It appears that now that the dragon has been \"activated\" (for lack of a better word), it seems to be extremely picky ..." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \n Originally Posted by blackfox \n (OOC: Quoted from previous page)\n\n Anika \n\nWhile still spinning her dagger, Anika says, \"Interesting. I don't know why I thought this would work on a target... After all, at least three of the other rings, yours included, worked on the wearer... and this one obviously does too. I wonder what effect this would have on my dancing and acrobatics...\" She stops spinning the dagger and points it at Elthan. \"Why are you here? Were you going to try to talk to me about something?\" \n \n\n Elthan \n She dances? , he thinks to himself, wandering off in his mind for a moment trying to grasp a picture of that. It wasn't far fetched at all that she might be able to, but there just hadn't been as many view the parties dancing abilities. Just as well, seeing some of the parties members, former and current, dance may have been partially traumatizing.\n\nHe clears his throat and points out, \"I doubt a ring who's activation is 'thief' would do anything to a 'target', unless you planned to steal a bone, or maybe on organ.\n\n\"But yes, I came here to talk to you. I,\" he pauses for a moment, running through his head one more time what he had thought would be best to say, \"I know that you said you worshiped Selune, and I thought I should perhaps say this to you first. I know that because of your worship I may have offended you the most of anyone by my actions, and, I want to apologize for that to you. There is nothing I can see that I can do to deserve your forgiveness, so I will only ask for now.\" \n\nElthan bows his head, awaiting her judgment. He swallows before finishing, his speak making many pauses, \"I am sorry, Anika. It was the worst decision I could have made. I deserve to be seen as despicable in your eyes for the rest of my days, but how you see me is for you to decide.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nShe's not sure if Callos is focused enough to be able to work past what had just happened between them, So Tiriel decides to play it safe.\n\" Callos or Khazrael, ask it if it'll let someone else pick it up. We don't have to touch it if it doesn't want. But we should at least get it off the floor. \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by kuja.girl \n Tiriel \n\n\" Callos or Khazrael, ask it if it'll let someone else pick it up. We don't have to touch it if it doesn't want. But we should at least get it off the floor. \" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner finishes cleaning, and the cleric snorts out a laugh and says, \"I doubt the most ancient and intelligent of races would care to have any of us lesser mortals touch it. We are but sand in the hourglass compared to such a magnificent creature. Our fleeting lives pale in comparison to a dragon's magnitude. I can only be thankful enough to have laid eyes upon the brilliance of this brass beauty that I will cherish to the end of my meager days. My only hope is to aspire to be as grand as such a magnificent creature. My apologies for my earlier actions.\" \n\nAs Tanner speaks, he slowly walks toward the dragon ring and then kneels down as a sign of humility shown to royalty. He has learned that honey, not bitters, attracts the fly." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel eyes Tanner as he preforms his genuflections and represses a snort of amusement.\n\" Well I'm guessing that the magnificent creature doesn't much like being a ring, much less being a ring on the floor where anyone who's careless could tread on it or kick it. \"\nTiriel thinks back to Yix, who wasn't really a dragon, but was close...\n\" Wait a second, can't dragons speak other languages? I probably don't need a translator! \"\n\n[ooc: yeah, no diplomacy or knowledge skills makes Tiriel a very silly person sometimes.]" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"I'm not sure. He - or she, for that matter - definitely speaks Draconic though. Let's find out if it will even talk to anyone else. Grynde's greeting gave at least a response .\" \n\nDamian walks over to the ring, near where Tanner is prostrated and Grynde crouches. \"Hello. Will you speak to others, or just the half-elf?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Not to be a wet blanket, but do we know for sure the dragon is actually brass? That may simply be the metal of the ring since I figure it'd be mighty hard to get a ring made out of 'red' or 'black'. \" Callos said flatly as he watched the Gondsman approach the ring and pay his respects. Certainly the blacksmith knew how to treat a dragon, but he just hoped it was the right sort of dragon to be doing it too.\n\n What was it I heard once? 'Dragons are magnificent beings to observe...from a field...several realms away...actually it's best to simply observe them on tapestries and works of art.' I don't like this situation very much... \n\n\" Wyrm, you should not be cautious of us, we are...mostly good people and seek not to try and harm you. Please, tell me your name and how you came to become a ring in our possession so we can...discuss this curious state of affairs. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " \n Originally Posted by King_of_GRiffins \n Elthan \n She dances? , he thinks to himself, wandering off in his mind for a moment trying to grasp a picture of that. It wasn't far fetched at all that she might be able to, but there just hadn't been as many view the parties dancing abilities. Just as well, seeing some of the parties members, former and current, dance may have been partially traumatizing.\n\nHe clears his throat and points out, \"I doubt a ring who's activation is 'thief' would do anything to a 'target', unless you planned to steal a bone, or maybe on organ.\n\n\"But yes, I came here to talk to you. I,\" he pauses for a moment, running through his head one more time what he had thought would be best to say, \"I know that you said you worshiped Selune, and I thought I should perhaps say this to you first. I know that because of your worship I may have offended you the most of anyone by my actions, and, I want to apologize for that to you. There is nothing I can see that I can do to deserve your forgiveness, so I will only ask for now.\" \n\nElthan bows his head, awaiting her judgment. He swallows before finishing, his speak making many pauses, \"I am sorry, Anika. It was the worst decision I could have made. I deserve to be seen as despicable in your eyes for the rest of my days, but how you see me is for you to decide.\" \n \n\n Anika \n\nAlthough Anika's expression shows no hint of it, her mind is near to panic. She had intended to pray to Selune for guidance on the very issue that Callos had brought up, but she had not had a chance yet today to go into the city, on the off chance that there might be a temple to the Moonmother under another name. She had to make her decision now...\n\nShe looks up from the dagger in her right hand, which she had been unconciously spinning again. \"You killed Evendur to gain power. You killed him as a sacrifice to Shar, to gain power. Perhaps if he had attacked you, say, for worshipping Shar--which is not so farfetched for a paladin, by the way, because Shar, is an evil deity of darkness, forgetfulness, and loss--it might have been excusable.\" \n\nShe stares Elthan in the eyes. \"But you killed him for power. To gain Shar's favor. You were unprovoked, and, if I remember correctly, he was unknowing and unarmed. There is no excuse for that.\" Anika continues staring at Elthan until he leaves the armory." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe had hoped that feeling of being outpaced by the events would remain dormant for a while... but the dragon puts that new conundrum firmly out of his league again.\n\nSighing, he attempts to finish his breakfast while listening to the suggestions coming from every side. Those not in draconic anyway." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\n[ooc] oops, forgot i was going away for last weekend and then was travelling to Germany on tues/wed. very very sorry all, dont want to fall out of this game. [/ooc]\n\nTryntha did not think a discussion of religion between a Rashemi \"witch\" and a self-proclaimed necromancer was the best idea at a table full of drunkards who were already arguing about various topics. Seeing a perfect opportunity to extricate herself from the situation, she brough the passed out girl to a guest room. Gathering her things, she went off the to enclave for the hathrans to discuss her recent experiences with her peers and superiors. She also wished to find out about their fallen sister, if possible.\n\nThe next day found her carrying a bundle under her arm and looking for Callos. Not finding him at his chambers, she wandered until she heard the commotion from the main hall and she arrived at the strange scene as it finished unfolding.\n\nSurprise and horror alternated on her features as she gripped the bundle tightly to her chest. Her eyes were focused on Callos's hand...or lack thereof. Realising her mouth is hanging open and she is acting quite unbefitting one working her way through the hathran ranks, she gathered he composure with a few deep breaths and mildly mentioned,\n\n \"Callos, I have brought some supplies with me. I see you are busy at the moment, but I would still like to look at your wound .\" \n\nThe last word is said as more of a question.\n\nShe begins taking in the scene and tries to make heads or tails of why the group would end up standing around looking at the floor chatting away at what she thinks she recognises as draconic." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Callos, Damian and Tiriel huddle over the ring. Tanner pushes between them and kneels before the ring, much to their bemusement.\n\nThe ring does not respond to their questions, keeping its tail tightly clamped in its mouth. Its eyes, however, are open and blinking as it regards you warily.\n\nGrynde's shoulders sag, but he tries to hide whatever degree of disappointment he might have suffered from being rejected by the ring.\n\nWhen Callos and Damian reach for the ring, they too are rebuffed. Only Tiriel is able to pick up the ring and hold it on her palm.\n\n\"It seems to like you,\" observes Faluil, who had been observing the event from a distance along with Retay." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian looks around at his partymates, confused. Why is everyone rasping and hissing? He ventures out of his corner and towards the ring on the floor, which he suddenly realises is moving.\n\n \"It's alive...\" he murmurs, transfixed. Then, on a whim, he bends to pick it up.\n\n{{I swear, I wrote this post before Dr. Bob said anything in the OOC thread.}} \n\nEDIT: Dang, Dr. Bob beat me to it." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Well, Tiriel, do you want to risk actually putting the ring on? I'm not sure if you were around when Lissa was bit by it last night. It definitely seemed to 'choose' Grynde, but it seems like the ring may have different tastes than the dragon. Or it may not have a choice.\" \n\nDamian turns to Callos after his long speech in draconic yields no response. \"I don't think it can talk like that in any case. Have you ever heard of a ring like this? It's new to me...\" His eyes quickly scan around the room, looking... \"Where's... what's his name... Elthan. He might know something as well.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn watches Tiriel pick up the ring with interest. Interesting. Very interesting. He moves closer to Tiriel and the ring as Damian speaks. \"Yeah. Elthan might know something. I doubt it though. It's all getting pretty complex. I say that since it seems to like Tiriel. She can summon the dragon, and we could talk to him. I also think we should pass it around and see who gets bitten. There has to be some sort of pattern. Maybe the ring doesn't like spellcasters? That's why it refused to be touched by Lissa, Achkby, and you two. Then Grynde summoned the dragon somehow, only for the dragon to realize, Grynde's a slimebucket. No offense or anything Grynde.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \n Originally Posted by blackfox \n Anika \n\nAlthough Anika's expression shows no hint of it, her mind is near to panic. She had intended to pray to Selune for guidance on the very issue that Callos had brought up, but she had not had a chance yet today to go into the city, on the off chance that there might be a temple to the Moonmother under another name. She had to make her decision now...\n\nShe looks up from the dagger in her right hand, which she had been unconciously spinning again. \"You killed Evendur to gain power. You killed him as a sacrifice to Shar, to gain power. Perhaps if he had attacked you, say, for worshipping Shar--which is not so farfetched for a paladin, by the way, because Shar, is an evil deity of darkness, forgetfulness, and loss--it might have been excusable.\" \n\nShe stares Elthan in the eyes. \"But you killed him for power. To gain Shar's favor. You were unprovoked, and, if I remember correctly, he was unknowing and unarmed. There is no excuse for that.\" Anika continues staring at Elthan until he leaves the armory. \n \n\n Elthan \n\nElthan keeps his head bent down, avoiding the womans stare. \"I know that very well, Anika, but that is not what I was asking. Let me make myself completely clear; I have no intention of excusing my actions either now or any time in the future to any being. I do not want to be excused, as that would mean the moral failing of anyone who would. I know full well what I have done, but there is nothing now I can do to change the fact that I killed him, or change how or why.\n\n\"All I ask, all I want to hear is that you do not hate me because of my inexcusable actions. Though I killed him, I wish I had not, and acknowledge all the faults in myself that lead to it. If you do not, then I shall leave and not press the issue again.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel eyes the dragon-ring cautiously. \" I don't know if it likes me or if it just hasn't bitten me yet. But I don't think it's a good idea to pass the ring around; that'd only end with more sore fingers and an irritated dragon...ring-thing.\n\"I guess it would be kind of hard to talk with your tail in your mouth. Hrm... .\"\n\nCan the other rings switch wearers without a problem, or are they all finicky like the dragon? The best way seems to try one of the other rings first... And someone should hold onto the \"spare.\"\nElthan is out of the question, Khazrael, Anika, Lissa and Achkby are gone, Aeroz and Adlamar are still blanks in Tiriel's mental book (not that she doesn't trust them, just that she doesn't know much about them), and Fizahn... is a gnome with a fast mouth and fast hands. The people she met in the avalanche are a mixed bag - most seem like good people, but none of them have been mixed up in this business long enough for her to trust them with what she considers a \"weapon\" against Sethra.\n\nWhich leaves Callos, who has proven himself a pain in the ass, as many times as he's been helpful, is devoted to getting this Sethra business over with, and is currently on Tiriel's ** list. On the plus side, Tiriel knows she could beat him in a fight with little problem.\n\n\" I think, I'm going to try to summon it. Asking the dragon what's going on seems like the best way, so hopefully it can speak after it transforms. Err... just how big is it? Should we go outside? \"\n\nTiriel holds the dragon ring toward Callos, angeled so he can read the word inscribed inside.* \" What's it say, and what's it mean? \"\n[ooc: I assume it has a word in Draconic engraved on it like all the others...] looks to see if the dragon ring has a word inscribed along the inside like the others." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " \n Originally Posted by King_of_GRiffins \n Elthan \n\nElthan keeps his head bent down, avoiding the womans stare. \"I know that very well, Anika, but that is not what I was asking. Let me make myself completely clear; I have no intention of excusing my actions either now or any time in the future to any being. I do not want to be excused, as that would mean the moral failing of anyone who would. I know full well what I have done, but there is nothing now I can do to change the fact that I killed him, or change how or why.\n\n\"All I ask, all I want to hear is that you do not hate me because of my inexcusable actions. Though I killed him, I wish I had not, and acknowledge all the faults in myself that lead to it. If you do not, then I shall leave and not press the issue again.\" \n \n\n Anika \n\nAnika frowns. \"I wouldn't say I hate you so much as I distrust you. Whatever you say , your actions define what you believe, and now that you've murdered one person, it sets a precedent for you to be murdering others, which of course is a threat to everyone's safety. \n \"I don't want to hear anything else from you right now. Words mean nothing. Actions... mean everything. You're going to have to prove yourself--and you're going to have to do a hell of a lot to prove yourself--to regain my trust.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Strangely, the \"living\" ring doesn't seem to have anything inscribed on its \"belly\"." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian is about to speak up when Tiriel looks to the inside of the ring, because he had seen and mentioned the word on the inside of the ring last night. He stops midway through saying a word, then regains his composure. \"It said something before it was activated, Tiriel. Darastrix . Dragon. It looks like it's activated , or something, now. Possibly because someone ,\" and he glares sidelong at Grynde, \"was playing with something he didn't fully understand. You could try repeating the word yourself. Maybe that'll de -activate it.\" \n\nA brief thought crosses his mind. \"Or, if that doesn't work, 'ring' - ring. It would make a strange sort of sense.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nMoved by a sudden impulse, the ranger speaks the command word for his own ring, and in the strange, accelerated timeflow that is created, he exits the room. A few seconds later, he speaks the word again and the world readjusts itself. Might as well get used to that power. \n\nHe asks the Rashemi staff about caves and bats.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTransferring to the Private Conversations thread - I had already posted there about starting to ask around.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Warily, Tiriel repeats the word, mimicking Damian's intonation as precisely as possible.\n\nThe ring subtly transforms, returning to its original inert state.\n\nTiriel looks around the room. Who wants to try it on? " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian flinches slightly as Tiriel looks at him. \"Not me. I might be able to make it work - I've got a hunch as to what's going on - but the last thing I want is a dragon mad at me for fooling it into thinking I'm something I'm not. It's either your temperament or your, \" and Damian coughs, trying to find a delicate word, \"... heritage. You might want to have Khazrael try, though from the looks of him he might be too terrified.\" \n\nDamian looks over to Callos. \" Now you should see if the other rings are 'tuned' to their owners as well. If that ring is particular about who its owner is, it might be better for you to leave as a spare one of the other rings which can be more freely spread around.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Oh no, leave me out of this. That thing looked like it wanted to take Grynde's head off!\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nSeeing no volunteers, Tiriel shrugs and slips the cloisonne ring off her finger and slides the dragon ring on. She hesitates a second before handing Callos the \"ixen/fire\" ring.\n\" Hold on to it for now. I guess everyone should stand back .\n\n\" Darastrix. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n Bloody ring...why would Prozen give us a tempermental magical ring? It makes utterly no sense to me whatsoever. \" Callos mumbled to himself, eyes focused on the odd little dragon ring even as he took the fire one from Tiriel. Oddly enough he didn't feel frightened of the possibility of a dragon appearing from the ring, and didn't move away as she spoke the 'command' word for the dragon to appear.\n\nWhat was the worst that could happen?" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dragon returns, knocking Callos to the ground inadvertently. The brass dragon picks up the necromancer gingerly between two claws, then places him off to one side. The dragon wears an expression of disgust, as one might imagine a princess might wear if forced to dispose of a dead mouse.\n\nThe dragon again rears back, extending its wings, before settling back down on its haunches, crushing another table beneath its massive bulk. It lowers its head to the ground before Tiriel, purring like a kitten." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel takes an instinctive step back from the full grown dragon. Compared to this , Yix was a cute, playful, puppy. The brass dragon was very large and it's girth made Tiriel understood why the others had been reluctant to summon it again.\n Is it purring? Is that normal? It doesn't seem like it's violent... otherwise it'd have smashed Callos with the table. Right? \n\nTiriel takes a deep breath and then addresses the dragon, \" Hello. I don't know if you can understand me or not, but...I ...err we , were wondering if you could tell us who you are and... \" Tiriel stops there hoping that the dragon will either respond, or that someone who knows Draconic will translate for her." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian leans over to Tiriel, and whispers. \" Hello is draconic for Hello. Might start with that first, to see if it is even willing - or capable - of response.\" He then sidles over to Callos, with no expression of recognition that the necromancer was just tossed and repositioned like a chew toy.\n\n \"This can't be what it looks like. A portable dragon?! The other rings were useful, but this, this would just be crazy. The dragon could single-handedly take out a small army with little effort. Who was this person who you got the rings from?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks with awe once more at the dragon. He steps up next to Tiriel. \"Come on Damian, don't you think it would just be easier to translate for her? She says, 'hello. She doesn't know if you can understand her or not, but we would like to know who you are and what a magnificent beast such as yourself is doing bound to a ring.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nEventually, the barbarian ventures out from his corner, axe in hand.\n\nPausing only briefly to glare at Callos, he takes up position beside Tiriel. He watches the dragon warily, but as long as it is not hostile, neither is Retay.\n\n \"Are you sure the brass ones are the good ones?\" he says nervously. \"I'd have thought that would be the white ones...\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian rolls his eyes when Fizahn rapidly unleashes a torrent in draconic. Yes, Fizahn, it might've been easier, but I wanted to play it slow. \n\nA bit of inspiration crosses Damian's mind, and his eyes briefly flash blue before settling back to a more normal light sky, and he looks to the dragon, studying any dweomer lingering about it. Granted, without having studied a normal dragon before, his chance at detecting anything out of the ordinary was slim.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect Magic , first time per day (2 left).\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \n Originally Posted by blackfox \n Anika \n\nAnika frowns. \"I wouldn't say I hate you so much as I distrust you. Whatever you say , your actions define what you believe, and now that you've murdered one person, it sets a precedent for you to be murdering others, which of course is a threat to everyone's safety. \n \"I don't want to hear anything else from you right now. Words mean nothing. Actions... mean everything. You're going to have to prove yourself--and you're going to have to do a hell of a lot to prove yourself--to regain my trust.\" \n \n\n Elthan \n\nSlowly, Elthan raises his head and meets Anikas' gaze. \"In rebuttal, I tasted that wine last night, but that's no indication I'd want to drink it again at any point.\" he says, grinning at bit now. He bows his head once more to Anika, \"But, I understand you completely. Before I leave, the last thing I will ask is that you give me enough time to regain that trust.\n\n\"I'll see you later at the audience this evening. Good-bye for now, and thank you.\" Turning around, Elthan leaves and begins wandering around the castle, leaving Anika to what she was doing before he arrived.\n\n(OOC: Elthan picks up 5 Masterwork spears and various items yet to be decided upon)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The brass dragon looks down, head cocked to one side. It does not speak. Instead it lowers its head until it is resting on the floor. Its chin lies gently against Tiriel's foot.\n\nCallos looks at the cloisonne ring in his hand. It doesn't seem to \"mind\" Tiriel's switch to a different ring. Perhaps each ring was not \"bonded\" to each party member after all ...\n\nWithout fanfare, Damian eyeballs the dragon, which radiates magic strongly. Whether this is due to its nature or its relationship to the ring is unclear.\n...\n\nWith everyone's attention focused on the dragon, it is a while before anyone notices the newcomer. Faluil is the first to spot her. He clears his throat and nods towards the main doorway.\n\nAn armored woman in ornate plate mail and a spined shield stands with her mouth agape. A bastard sword is sheathed over her shoulder. The style of her armor and weapon suggest that she hails from Impiltur, to the north of the Sea of Fallen Stars.\n\nHer Rashemi escorts fall back in amazement before scurrying away, no doubt to tell the Iron Lord about the magical beast crouching in one of his dining halls." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika rolls her eyes at Elthan's retreating back and leaves the armory, intending to go out to the city. When she steps out into the courtyard, she stops short, staring at the colossal dragon taking up much of the space there. She reaches for the sword she isn't wearing before realizing the dragon wasn't any of the usual dragon colors she knew about : black, white, blue, green, or red. This, then, was one of the 'metallic dragons,' as she had heard them called. Where any of the colorful dragons were likely to eat you for accidently stumbling upon their hiding spaces, the metallic ones were likely to be amused at the antics of the poor human that discovered them and fled in panic at the sight of a dragon.\n\nAnika moves forward slowly, out into the open, to get a better look at the magnificent dragon. When Faluil points out the newcomer, she attempts, fairly unsuccessfully, to keep an eye on the woman while still staring wide-eyed at a dragon like a country girl in a Waterdeep market." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at the new woman for a second. He looks at the dragon for a second before walking over to greet her. Dragon's kinda boring actually. It doesn't talk. \"Hello. Long way from home, huh? he says, eying her gear. \"My name's Fizahn. That dragon bothering you? It's my friend's, I guess. So, what brings you to Imilmar? If you have business in this area, I promise we'll get the dragon sorted out soon.\" " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Woman in Plate Mail \n\nThe figure in the doorway, a short, muscular woman (at least, in human terms) with dark red hair clearly needs a few seconds before everything going on in the dining hall completely sinks in. Her mouth remains open for a while before realizing that someone had been talking to her. Blinking, she shifts attention from the dragon resting at the blond woman's feet and looks down at the gnome addressing her. \"Um...I, ah...hello. Fizahn, was it? My name is Gala.\" She struggles for a second, trying to recall what else he said to her. \"Um. My business here? Well, right now I'm looking for that group of people that came here last night, the ones the whole city's been talking about. Looks like finally somebody lit a fire under that big throne of the Iron Lord.\" She allows herself a quick grin. \"From what I understand, they have some information about that army, those hordes of drow and demons. I'd like to hear what news they bear firsthand rather than listening to the vague rumors being spread around.\" She adjusts the large bastard sword, settling it more comfortably between her shoulder blades. \"When you plan on fighting someone, I've found it's best to know as much as you can about them beforehand.\" Lifting her eyes and scanning the room, Gala notices that most of the group that was talking to, or about, the dragon doesn't look Rashemi at all. \"Oh.\" Her eyes widen, and looking down at Fizahn excitedly, she asks, \"Would those people happen to be you? Wow, I hadn't heard you guys had a dragon too. How'd you get it to listen to you? You must have quite a tale to tell.\" She steps forward into the room a bit more and looks around at everyone before focusing back on Fizahn. \"So, are the rumors true? Do you have news about this army? Where they come from, who's in charge, or what they want? I've heard so many different stories, I don't know what to believe anymore.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael flashes Gala a grin from his chair. He has relaxed somewhat, but is still a bit awestruck by the enormous dragon.\n\n\"Don't mind the dragon. He's friendly...I think.\"\n\nHe brushes a bit of feathery hair back from his face before continuing.\n\n\"The Army of Darkness has been tearing all over the Great Dale, last I saw. It's been a few months since I was down there, but recently they've been popping up in this area as well.\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian rubs his chin thoughtfully, staring at the dragon. Something doesn't seem right here, but I can't figure it out. Spells, he thinks, I need spells. He barely even notices the newcomer, and is content to let Fizahn address her, but the disappearance of the Rashemi guard stirs him. \"Tiriel, maybe you should put the dragon away, for now - before all of the Iron Lord's army rushes in here and tries to claim it. I think you should get that ring identified. I don't think it's as obvious as it seems.\" \n\nHe casually reaches around to the back of his belt under his jacket, and pulls out a dagger that appears new and extremely well-made, and begins twirling it, absent-mindedly. \"Why did the ring bite Lissa last night, and yet it's perfectly happy with Tiriel, even though it clearly 'chose' Grynde yesterday? And why do I have a bad feeling the answer isn't something I'm going to like? Where is Lissa, anyway?\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman was content to bide her time waiting for a response from Callos. She could understand how a brass dragon in the dining hall could be more important than the man's skeletal arm.\n\nAgainst her will she could not help but smirk at the continued bickering amongst the group. She was almost not surprised at all when the dragon laid its head down at Tiriel's feet. These were strange people indeed, and strange tidings seemed to follow them everywhere.\n\nAt the newcomers comments, Tryntha moves to stand in front of her and addresses her formally in accented common,\n\n \"Good morrow unto you Gala. I am Tryntha, an Ethran of these lands. Your presence here bespeaks a certain level of acceptance into Rashemani lands, but that does not give the freedom to besmirch the sanctity of our Iron Throne, nor it's rightful occupant.\" \n\nTryntha's expression softens from one of admonition into one of curiosity as she continues,\n\n \"I will assume that when you speak of learning of those you wish to fight...that you mean the army and not those who have brought news of said army to these lands. If you do intend the latter, then I would caution against such things while they are within the protection of the Iron Lord, and more recently the dragon. Neither are a force you would likely wish to have against you in a land that is already barely tolerant of outsiders.\" \n\nThough her speech is polite, it is stern enough to get her point across that proper manners would well be used when visiting a foreign land.\n\nWhen finished with her statements, she looks to Tiriel, Fizahn, and Callos and offers a slight nod before moving to sit at a nearby table where she situates herself and begins busying herself with checking the healing supplies in her bundle, though she is quite obviously keeping an eye on the scene before her." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Lissa looks as puzzled as Damian, and a little bit hurt as well. Like, Grynde, she had been rejected by the ring, and it is not clear why.\n\n...\n\nA retainer arrives and, unable to tear his eyes away from the dragon filling the dining hall, mumbles something about the Iron Lord requesting the presence of Faluil, Desmona, Lissa, and Achkby.\n\nThe four of them - elf, human, gnome, and halfling - are escorted away for an early private audience with the Iron Lord.\n\n...\n\nThe rest of you look over the newcomer, a fighter by her looks. She is clearly a recently arrived foreigner much like most of the rest of you." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala looks more than a little ashamed at herself when the Rashemi woman stops speaking. Standing up a bit straighter and now speaking more formally, she says, \"I meant no offense, Ethran Tryntha, to you or to the sanctity of the Iron Lord. I'm lucky enough to have traveled to Immilmar with a Rashemi patrol, at least part of the way, and I am honored to call them my comrades. I'm extremely grateful for the welcome I have been given during my stay here. Especially considering I have no place else to go...\" She smiles sadly until the impact of Tryntha's second statement sinks in. Frowning, and thinking back on what she said, it takes her a second to realize how she must have sounded. Surprised, she almost laughs at her own mistake before realizing that it probably wouldn't be as funny to the rest of them. \"Why would I want to fight you? From what people are saying you told the Iron Lord and his Captains, we're all on the same side here.\" She shakes her head, and a steely glint is in her eyes as she says, \"No, the only grudge I bear is against the Army of Darkness, and those that lead it. They destroyed my home, my life, and from what I've seen in my travels they weren't content at simply ravaging Impiltur.\" Her fists clench, and she adds, \"I intend to make them pay for what they've done a thousandfold.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner watches the events unfold around him. He is glad that his showing of 'proper respect' to a dragon (read: flattery) seems to have worked and only tables have suffered the wrath (and girth) of the beast. When the retainer asks the see Faluil, Desmona, Lissa, and Achkby, Tanner cannot help but wonder out loud, \"It looks like the Iron Lord is asking to see representatives to discuss this matter in private - each are of the four races. This is not a coincidence in my mind, as each of these have shown to be allied with the forces of good; having emmesaries of the four would be wise should need arise.\" \n\nTanner then sees Gala standing there. He has always been intrigued by warrior-women, and this one has hair \"kissed by fire\" as the Rashemi say. He walks over to her and introduces himself. \"Greetings, Gala. I am called Tanner Gondsman. I am not the one to ask about this information;\" Tanner indicates the others around the dragon, \"they are. Though I cannot speak for the entire group, your timing seems perfect. We have lost many of our number to get here. The group may be looking to fill the gaps with a warrior who works well as a team.\" Hearing Tryntha's rebuke on his way to meet Gala, Tanner adds, \"That is unless you came here to fight us. Then, you will want to start with him,\" Tanner thumbs over to Grynde. \"He'd be happy to oblidge,\" he says with a smirk." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n(ooc: whoops, just kinda assumed Lissa wasn't there. Oh well. We'll figure that Damian just didn't see her because she was short. Fizahn can make a wise crack at it later. 😁)\n\nWhen the retainer arrives to request Lissa, Achkby, Desmona, and Faluil, Damian's eyes grow wide, and a soft \"No...\" escapes him. He quickly looks over to Callos, ignoring the introductions going on around him, his eyes wide. \"Callos, quickly. Let me try the ring Tiriel gave you. I have a very, very bad feeling. I'll give it back, you have my word. Trust me, if my guess is right, I don't want the ring.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian seems largely unaware of the comings and goings. Still holding his axe at the ready, he alternately watches the dragon warily and glares at the middle-aged man with the skeletal hand." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala watches the four leave the room, her brows furrowed. Shrugging, she turns to Tanner. \"Hello, Tanner Gondsman. Truth be told, I hadn't given much thought to what I'd be doing after I reached Immilmar. It's been hard enough getting here in the first place.\" She thinks for a moment before adding with a slow grin, \"But I can't think of anything I'd like better than to join your group, if you'd have me. You seem to know what you're doing, or at the very least you're better informed than your average soldier. If you guys are going after that army, like they say, I'll gladly lend my sword. It's a lot better than waiting for them to come here, and I don't work too well on my own anyhow.\" She looks around the room at the people who had greeted her so far: Tryntha, Tanner, Fizahn, and the man with the...feathers?...in the chair. There were quite a few more, but they were all occupied with the dragon at the moment. \"But I know there's a lot of you here. I'll let you all talk it over before anything gets nailed down.\" She nods to Tanner, and sits down in the nearest chair, near the feathered man, to stare at the dragon. \"So...how did you guys ever get a dragon? It couldn't have been easy to sneak it in with you without word getting out.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nGlad to have a distraction from coming to grips with the self-mutilation evident on Callos, Tryntha continues her discussion with Gala.\n\n \"The Wonderbringer's emissary is correct in that there have been many losses leading to the gathering you see before you. But...\" \n\nWith a slightly reproachful look towards Tanner, she continues speaking to the woman,\n\n \"..he may have been a bit hasty in speaking for those endeavoring to charm a dragon, or whatever it is they are up to.\" \n\nLetting her eyes roam the room until they settled on the sword-bearing half-elf who had caused so much tension so far, she smirked and then spoke on,\n\n \"Tanner, however...spoke complete truth when he said that one would be happy if you were looking for trouble. His blades are always his first answer. Thought I wish it were untrue...it seems this stance is becoming more and more appropriate in these dark times of ours.\" \n\nSmirk gone, Tryntha turns an inquisitive stare to this newcome self-proclaimed victim of these wars, and resumes with a very serious tone,\n\n \"Thus it is that I hope you will not be too offended if I ask how it is that one recently displaced from a ravaged Implitur ended up connected with a Rashemi troupe that just happened to be headed for Immilmar where other events of no small consequence just happened to be going on.\" \n\nFinished sorting through her healing bag, Tryntha rests her elbows on the table and lies her chin in her folded hands. A wisdom beyond her years shines from behind her eyes and she apparently can see nothing but the warrior-woman standing before her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDrB, not exactly sure how to play this part out. I know a lot of my DM's dont really allow for things like SenseMotive and Bluff when dealing with other PC's, requiring these scenarios to be role-played out (which I do enjoy), but the limitations of PbP would seem less inclined for this to work properly. I'm really just trying to determine the sincerity of Gala's tale and her stated intentions. I, of course, realise she is a new PC you are bringing into the game...but in the face of an entire evening spent determining who should wear a set of 9 rings needed to keep the body-snatching BBEG out of peoples' heads...Tryntha's suspicions seem well warranted.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel looks at the dragon both astonishment and amusement. She absentmindedly strokes it's head as she comtemplates the dragon's behavior. \" It's almost like a dog; a huge dog... with big teeth and claws,\" she thinks to herself.\nShe's snapped out of her ruminations by Damain's suggestion to \"put the dragon away.\"\n\" Right, that's a good idea. Darastrix? \" Tiriel asks the dragon, hoping that the word for summoning also works for dismissing the dragon.\n\n[ooc: I was going to post more but I better wait to make sure the dragon is dealt with first.]" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nWhen Tiriel dismisses the dragon, Anika turns her full attention to the conversation between Gala and the others. She quietly approaches so she can listen, to get an idea of what is going on and what is being talked about before she chooses to enter the conversation herself." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dragon vanishes, returning to its ring form, which clatters onto the floor once again. As before, only Tiriel is able to pick the ring back up, as if the ring has decided that Tiriel is its \"owner\" for now.\n\nDamian looks concerned and asks for the cloisonne ring. Callos hands it to the spellthief and waits to see what he has in mind.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Anika observes Tryntha confronting the newcomer from Impiltur. The Rashemi healer seems surprisingly haughty as she does so, perhaps emboldened now that she is once again among her people.\n\nThe ethran eyes Gala intensely, but can detect no guile or deception in this simple warrior." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian looks down at the ring, and takes a bit of a breath. \"Don't ask me what I'm thinking. I'm not entirely sure myself. All I see is that the only person who's had a ring reject them was Lissa - and now suddenly Lissa is requested by the Iron Lord. It'd be nice to know if there was a connection.\" He then slips the ring on, looking to see if it rejects him at all, but not speaking the command word." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nThe threat of the dragon passed, Khazrael seems to lose the vaguely distant look that had masked his earlier alarm. He straightens up in his seat and adjusts his new jacket, suddenly donning a more amicable persona.\n\n\"I forgot to introduce myself. Gala, was it...? I'm Khazrael. Don't mind us if we seem a little, uh, unfocused at the moment.\" His eyes jump to Tryntha for a moment before he continues, \"We had a tough time getting up here. We only arrived last night.\"\n\nHe gives an oddly charming grin, full lips parting slightly to reveal his pointed white teeth.\n\n\"So, uh...I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got some stuff to do today. Does anyone know when they're going to want us back here?\"\n\n((OOC: If nobody needs Khaz for anything, he's gonna run off and go try and get his familiar.))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n And people call me paranoid...just look at this poor guy. \n\nCallos shook his head with a bit of a disgruntled look on his face as he watched Damian. This had to be the most troublesome magic rings that he ever had the unhappiness to possess, but at least there was a new person so that not quite as many were crowding around the dragon ring and Tiriel. With a sigh he massaged his temples and went to sit at the same table that Tryntha had and sat across from her.\n\n\" Here, might as well take a look at it now. This is probably the slowest point of the day for me right now. \" Directing a wary eye to the newcomer to the hall, the necromancer dragged his eyes up and down her uncomfortably before shaking his head. \" Well at least idealism hasn't died yet. And your about as welcome as anyone to trail along, gods above know we pick up enough of them anyway. You said your name was Gala right? \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Edit: Moved to OOC thread." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Callos_DeTerran \n Callos \n Well at least idealism hasn't died yet. And your about as welcome as anyone to trail along, gods above know we pick up enough of them anyway . You said your name was Gala right? \" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner hears Callos' statement and approaches the necromancer, \"Callos, if you do not wish me to remain with you, just say the word, and I shall make my leave to go to a place where I am more appreciated.\" The cleric's stance and jaw is set firm. He cannot hide his eyes narrowing at Callos and the incantations to certain spells come readily to Tanner's mind." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": "[OOC]Jeez, you guys are making me work![/OOC]\n\n Gala \n\nGala's attention shifts from the dragon as Tryntha once again addresses her. The war's certainly got everyone on edge, she thinks, but what has she seen to make her so suspicious? She toys with the thought of giving some snappy retort about interrogations, but thinks better of it as the others introduce themselves. She may have to work with these people someday--they may as well know where she comes from. She meets Tryntha's piercing gaze and takes a deep breath.\n \"Well Tryntha, mine's a bit of a long story, and I've never claimed to be all that good with words. I hail from the city of Laviguer in Impiltur, which, you may have heard, was about as effective as a doormat in stopping the Army of Darkness. We had no warning; it seemed as if the drow and demons came up all around us in a matter of moments.\" Gala looks down and pauses. The details from the battle, if you could even call it that, were still fresh in her mind, rife with images she'd rather not describe out loud.\n\n \"I survived, as did a few others. Most of them decided to stay, to try and rebuild the city, but how would I know how to go about doing that? I've been fighting all my life. Besides, most everyone I knew had died. I had little enough to stay for. So I decided to do what I knew how to do, and go after the bastards that flattened my city. I headed East for a long time, sometimes with others, sometimes alone.\" Gala takes a breath and tries to summarize many events in a few short sentences.\n\n \"Usually, we came upon the next town or village too late to warn its people. Sometimes, we helped fight off bands of drow that were raiding some village or other. It gave me some hope, and I pressed on East, even when all traces of the Army seemed to disappear from the land. I got lost...many times. Lost track of time, too, till I came upon some commotion up in some mountains I was traveling through. I stumbled right in the middle of a vicious fight, a horde of ghouls attacking a patrol of Rashemi warriors. Call it the will of the gods, or fate if you must, but that's how we met. At that point I didn't even know I had entered Rashemi lands. I joined the fray and took a few of the ghouls by surprise. Together with the Rashemi warriors, the ghouls were defeated. The Rashemi, hearing my story after the fight, allowed me to join them and seek shelter at Immilmar once we reached it. And so...here I am.\" Gala finishes quietly with a shrug.\n\nAfter a moment, she looks up and meets Tryntha's gaze. \"So, do I pass? If you still question my motives and story, I'm sure my former companions will be happy to confirm...\" Looking around, Gala finally realizes her escort had left the room some time ago. \"Oh. Well, if you desire, you can ask about me among the Snow Tiger lodge. They'd vouch for me.\" Sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms, Gala waits to see the reaction her speech gets. She certainly didn't come in here prepared to tell her tale, and while usually friendly she doesn't quite feel comfortable sharing so much with so many people she barely knows. Looking at the others' faces, she sits awkwardly and waits." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Your a little bit sensitive, aren't you? Now when did you hear the words 'I want you to leave' come out of my mouth cause I'm fairly certain I never said that or even implied it. I merely pointed out an un-opinionated observation that wherever this group seems to go, we pick up people of like mind or goals, which you seemed to take as an insult. \" Callos pointed out a bit wearily to the Gondsman. He had already been in too many other fights this morning and the day before to truly put forth effort in insulting the cleric, not that he truly wanted to either considering that for all he knew the man was defenseless. Of course the necromancer doubted that, but one could never be sure in this day and age.\n\n\" Now you may not know me...Tanner, thats it right? But I don't hide my intentions about things like this. If I ever wanted you to leave I'd flat out tell you, but you should also keep in mind that I don't control this group anymore then Tiriel does, or Gala for a more extreme example, and you shouldn't take my word as such. There's plenty of people I don't like but the situation demands that I work with them. I'd think the servant of Gond would be able to lay aside his pride and understand that a good plan involves utilizing every resource available to resolve the outcome. Which in this case is the spirit of an ancient necromancer allying with the Baneson. Now, as I'm to understand it, you are in fact a being with divine magical capabilities which would make you a more then useful addition. Don't let it get to your head though. \"\n\nOOC: Hehe, just think of it as us getting you used to PbP with the advanced crash course." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe axe-bearer suddenly looks around at Gala. As she finishes her story, he strides over to her, and it becomes clear just how large he is.\n\n \"Ghouls, you say? You encountered ghouls near here?\" With an oath, he spins on the spot and buries his axe in another table. \"I thought it was just one group! Rashemen won't be ready for days yet!\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel retrieves the brass ring and slips it back onto her finger. Damian's advice about having it identified was a good one, but there may not be time. At least the dragon was friendly, if not verbose.\n\nShe manages to catch enough of the newcomer's, Gala's, story to put her at ease. Her story is more believable than what some of us went through to get here. And, we could use some more people that can take the front line... \n\" Don't mind Callos. He's always grumpy. He does have a point though, we've never had a real leader - we recently lost the closest person to that (Lumpy). So, for now, we're just a group of like-minded people that share the same goals. You're welcome to come with us Tanner, Gala, we can use all the help we can get in trying to push our way back West. \"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe eyes the axe-damaged table, but speaks of nothing to the barbarian. With blatant disregard for the newcomer, and the dragon, he leaves the room, to simply go for a walk." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner's eyes sharpen even more as Callos speaks. He is about to reply when Tiriel speaks up. He speaks to her, \"No, I won't mind Callos. I have learned that those who speak sarcastically and in a condescending manner do so in order to feel better about their own inadequacies. I will pay him no mind other than a warning that speaking with a split tongue may prove his own undoing one day.\" \n\nTanner then turns to answer Callos when he says, \"I realize that you do not control this group, nor are you its leader. However, you do control what you do and say - more importantly how you say it. If you consider me 'sensitive' as you put it, then perhaps you could treat me with more respect lest your intent was to raise my ire. Then, you would be doing as you say - speaking your mind so your intentions are clear. As a worshipper of Gond, I have learned the merits of optimizing ones resources; this is not a matter of pride - this is a matter of common courtesy and respect. On one thing we do agree, there are plenty of people I don't like but at times the situation demands that I work with them.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn pays brief attention to Gala's story before wandering over to Callos and Tanner. Yay. Callos offended someone else today. Wonderful. \"He didn't mean it in a condescending or sarcastic way Tanner. He was just making an observation. There have been many people who travel with us when the need dictates, and then they leave when they feel it necessary. He might not have even been referring to you, Brother Gondsman. A particular memory of an irate priest of some crazy diety or another may have fueled any condescension or bitterness you may have detected in his voice. Not all the people who travel with us are likeable.\" Fizahn can't help but glance at Grynde's receding back as he says the last sentence." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha nods along with Gala's story. [artistic license] She had heard tell of another band of warriors that had encountered undead beasts while discussing current matter with the women's circle and recalled it had indeed been the same tribe as the woman mention. [/artistic license]\n\nAs if reading the other woman's mind, she offered,\n\n \"There are enough strange things afoot that even the most obvious things cannot be taken at face value. I meant no offense, but only had the safety of my land and my people at heart. I do not wish to see a similar fate befall this place as has already too many others.\" \n\nIt's clear the Rashemi woman was not expecting Callos to be so cooperative with her inspection of his wound. So much so, that she completely disengaged from her discussion with Gala to concentrate on the strange man and his stranger affliction.\n\nUnfurling her rolled up bundle, she beckons him to lay his strange appendage down upon a soft piece of leather to better examine it. Glad she is for the distraction as the bickering breaks out again amongst those gathered. After Tanner's most recent comments, she does not wait to see if Callos will offer a retort, but instead applies a fairly vicious pinch to the flesh at the juncture where it meets the exposed bone of his forearm. When he looks to her, her eyes are full of mock apology and she murmurs a soft,\n\n \"Will you please hold still so I may finish?\" \n\nOver the course of about 20 minutes, she casts various spells detecting for magic, evil, disease, curse, poison, and the general level of the man's health. She tests a smattering of healing spells to see what reaction, if any they will have. She asks many questions about the wound (does it itch, have there been any odd colors/odors, felt any dizziness, etc etc etc), but tries her best to respect his privacy and skirts the issue of how and/or why this was done. Her touch is firm, but gentle, and her demeanor remains strong and professional as it had while she dealt with Gala.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot really sure what is exactly appropriate in this scenario. I'm assuming Callos is a pale master or something, but am unsure what level of knowledge (if any) Tryntha would have of such cases.\n\nHere's a bunch of rolls, apply any as you deem appropriate.\n\n Healing - (1d20+13)[ 33 ] \n K:Arcana - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n K:Religion - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n K:History - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n K:Planes - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n Search - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n \n\n\nIn the end, she reports that while appearances would hold contrary, the arm appears healthy. Tryntha is unable to mask all of the concern and surprise from her voice while discussing it with Callos.\n\nShe also mixes a small amount of paste into a small vial and hands them, along with some prepared leaves and wrappings to Callos. She instructs him to apply some of the paste to be covered with the leaves, and then wrapped if the area where bone leaves flesh should begin to have a short list of symptoms. She also cautions against allowing the bone to be in too much direct sunlight, as the rays can bleach the bone, causing it to lose strength and become more brittle.\n\nWhile putting away her healing supplies, she mentions aloud to no one in particular,\n\n \"If this enemy is indead such a powerful necromancer...then it would be helpful indeed to have one who is familiar with these magics to combat these evils .\" \n\nThere is only slightest bit of inflection on the last word." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nThough he appears engrossed in studying the ring, Tiriel's comment excusing Callos catches his attention. \"Tiriel, it should be noted that Callos's disgruntlement with the growing number of people may not be that misplaced. If I remember correctly from Anika's speech, you've already had a case where you left something important with someone you thought you could trust, but in the end, could not, though it was clearly not by her choice . Certainly with a larger group, it's harder to trust everyone's motives. Your smaller group alone already has members whose motives you do not fully trust.\" \n\nHe turns to look at Gala, not moving from his location a fair distance from the others, where Tiriel had summoned that dragon, his eyes cold and his features emotionless. \"Don't take that personally, Gala. Or Tanner, for that matter. If the necromancer really were to send someone to infiltrate and kill you, he wouldn't send someone with a sign that said 'I Am Evil.' He would send someone who would look, and act, exactly as you're acting. And do it well.\" \n\nHe then glares over to Retay, his voiced raised slightly, almost wincing. \"And would you please put that axe away, or at least stop chopping furniture?!\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika scowls at the mention of the incident in Telflamm, which had cost everyone so much. What Damian said was true, and, just to make things worse, there was all sorts of hatred between different members of the party as well as distrust.\n\n Well, I guess there's no way of telling whether she's posessed or not short of magic... which I don't have. And if the rings work as they're supposed to... Anika shakes her head and comes forward to Gala. \"I don't believe I've been introduced yet... Your name is Gala, right? I'm Anika.\" She extends her right hand towards Gala." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nRelieved that Tryntha seems at last satisfied, Gala nods and sits back in her chair, only to jump as the large man with the axe almost splits another table. \"Well, it wasn't all that close to Immilmar. But nowadays, sit in any tavern you like for an evening or two and you'll find that these attacks aren't unheard of. I share your concern, though. That's why it's a good thing you guys got here when you did. The sooner the Rashemen mobilize, the better.\" Gala hopes that her words prevent any further damage to the already partially demolished room. She watches various members of the party needle and argue with each other, wondering how a group that's accomplished so much could seem so...disorganized. Gala nods when the conversation requires her to. She pays careful attention to any clues the party drops about some necromancer's spirit, sending spies, and the baneson, and though it's impossible for her to understand how it all fits together it certainly seems to her as though this is just the information she was looking for.\nLooking up at the woman approaching the table, Gala stands and takes her hand in greeting. \"Hello, Anika. Good to meet you.\" She smiles and nods her head towards the others absorbed in their argument. \"Are they always like this?\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe table-mauler glances at Damian, then fixes his eyes back on Callos. \"I'll put it away when there's no evil about,\" he says blatantly. \"If you prefer, there's better things I could chop than furniture.\" \n\n\n\n((OOC: short posts for teh win! 😛 ))" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The dining hall is a disaster area. Several tables have been smashed, and Retay's axe is embedded in another tabletop.\n\n...\n\nCallos tolerates Tryntha's ministrations with bemusement. The ethran has not encountered this type of self-mutilation before. There is obvious necromancy afoot, though exactly what Callos has done and why is unclear to her.\n\n...\n\nWhile some of you puzzle over the rings, others split off to explore the city.\n\nCurrently the rings are held by the following party members:\n\nAeroz - iron octagon (?)\nFizahn - gold ring with three rubies (?)\nTiriel - brass snake (summons brass dragon?)\nCallos - ornate ring (?)\nDamian - cloisonne ring (?)\nElthan - simple ring (cloaks in shadows?)\nAdalmar - leather loop (accelerates speed?)\nAnika - white gold with black pearl (increases agility?)\nKhazrael - silver filigree dragonfly (creates vibration/blur effect?)\n\nIt seems that the rings can change owners, though some of their intrinsic powers may only be compatible with specific party members.\n\n...\n\nThe city of Immilmar is picturesque in a rustic way. Most of the buildings are of solid timber construction with steeply pitched roofs to keep the snow off. The capital is nestled against Lake Ashane, with the Iron Lord's keep situated at the city's highest point. The castle is made of iron and stone, quite different in architectural style from the rest of Immilmar.\n\nYou are able to walk the streets freely under the aegis of the Iron Lord. Unlike most foreigners who are quarantined on the west side of the city, you are free to roam about as you wish.\n\n...\n\nAdalmar goes out looking for dire bats, but returns with Kir, who has reunited with his master after an epic journey across the Lake.\n\n...\n\nKhazrael hopes to scour the underbelly of the city for a familiar, but is sorely disappointed to find the city uniformly clean, quiet, and wholesome.\n\nThe citizens of Rashemen primarily worship bhalla , who is known as Chauntea elsewhere in the Realms. If there were once worshippers of other gods or devotees of the lighter and darker arcane arts, they seem to have left or been driven out perhaps.\n\nKhazrael returns to the keep empty-handed, though snappily dressed.\n\n...\n\nAs the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, you reassemble back in the large dining hall. The broken tables have been cleared and replaced with new ones. Once again, a meal has been set out for you.\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Take care of whatever business you feel you need to. Please shout out OOC when your character is complete/updated/equipped/etc.\n\nIf you want to keep switching rings or testing out their powers, now would be a good time to complete this. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika smirks. \"Nice to meet you too, Gala. They aren't usually like this... usually they're worse.\" She looks thoughtful suddenly. \"I don't suppose anyone's told you exactly what the situation with the Army is... how much do you know about what's going on?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn wanders away from the conversation in the mess hall. He spends a little time randomly wandering before he heads to the weapon stores. Once there, he spends some time looking at the equipment. He stops after picking up a quarrel of bolts and noticing the ring on his finger. I'd completely forgotten about that. The dragon ring was quite distracting. He looks around for anyone before pulling it off and inspecting the band for any writing. He leaves the storage room with a quarrel of masterwork bolts and looks for Damian. Upon finding the spellthief, he tosses over the bolts. \"Here you are. Never shoot me again.\" He then abandons everyone for the comfort and quiet of his room." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael returns looking sharp and content, but a little worn out from walking the streets all day. He is surprised to see Gala has returned, and takes a seat near her.\n\n\"Never thought I'd see the day when someone chose to get caught up with us.\"\n\nHe gives a smile and pours her a small amount of wine before doing the same for himself.\n\n\"Careful with this stuff.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by barawn \n Damian \n\nThough he appears engrossed in studying the ring, Tiriel's comment excusing Callos catches his attention. \"Tiriel, it should be noted that Callos's disgruntlement with the growing number of people may not be that misplaced. If I remember correctly from Anika's speech, you've already had a case where you left something important with someone you thought you could trust, but in the end, could not, though it was clearly not by her choice . Certainly with a larger group, it's harder to trust everyone's motives. Your smaller group alone already has members whose motives you do not fully trust.\" \n \n \n\n\n\" Callos doesn't seem to need a reason to be irritable - as far as I can tell it's his natural state. \" Tiriel's eyes turn cold at the allusion to the affair with the kris, \" And I hardly need you to remind me of past mistakes Damian. \" The foul mood that'd been dispelled by the dragon has returned and she finds herself leaving the hallway. Eventualy she snaps out of her mood long enough to restock some of the items that had been lost along the way.\n\n[ooc: I'll try to get a list soon ... oh and if Callos still needs money, well good luck getting it from Tiriel buddy 😁]" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDuring the day, Damian slipped down to the armory and picked up a set of masterwork daggers (5) and crossbow to replace the simpler ones he had managed to save from the avalanche.\n\nHe spends most of the rest of the day wandering Immilmar, but his thoughts keep turning back to the others back at the palace even as he nominally scouted the city looking for people of influence. What's gotten into me? I'm here. I should be looking for an employer. The Iron Lord's sufferance to allow us to wander the full city should give me an ideal opportunity to find someone. No one's hired me. I shouldn't even be considering going back. \n\nWhen he glances around, however, his eyes notice the ring on his hand. Huh. I forgot to return it to Callos. Perfect. Sometimes life gives me the ideal excuse. He hurriedly returns back to join the others, only to be greeted by Fizahn. He breaks out laughing when the gnome drops the bolts to him, and nods at his question. \"That's fine by me. You're too small a target, anyway. Takes too much effort. I'll think of something simpler next time,\" he says with a grin.\n\nCasually, he walks over to Callos and slips off the ring. \"Looks like in the commotion with Gala's arrival I forgot to return this to you. Doesn't seem to have a problem with me at all. I don't know if that should worry me or not. Have you seen your good friend - Shiny, was it? I think she mentioned something about possibly hiring me for your hunt for Sethra.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn lingers around a little longer as Damian talks to Callos. He smiles as Damian offers the ring back. \"You know, you should probably keep it. I'd imagine it's worth a lot. There's also a necromancer that needs killing. No Tiriel, it's not Callos, don't touch that sword. You said you do your best work against spell slingers. We could give you that ring as payment as well as lessons in Gnomish, and a cut of the loot. That sound like a good deal? I mean, if it were me, I'd do it for the Gnomish lessons alone, you know, assuming I didn't know Gnomish. It's truly an amazing language.\" " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nNodding to Khazrael, Gala takes the glass and has a sip. It occurs to her that tonight's probably not going to be a good night to be tipsy--she wants to make a good impression on these people (especially since she's not sure she's even been accepted yet into the group), and her normal drunken evenings of singing crude Lavigueran drinking songs likely wouldn't do it. She puts down the glass with a sigh. \"Thanks. As for following along, well, I've never claimed to be all that smart either.\" She grins at Khazrael and continues her earlier conversation with Anika, eager to learn what she could. \"Most of what I know about the Army is what I learned from fighting them, and other survivors I met didn't know much more. They disappear from the land and pop up somewhere else and strike quickly. Who knows how. I've heard rumors that the Baneson has rose to power, but no one I've talked to knows for sure. From what I heard of your earlier conversation--something about a necromancer?--there's a lot more to it. I'd be glad to finally know what's been causing all this trouble.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyes widen significantly when Fizahn jumps in. The gnome offered. Unbelievable. Life continues to surprise me. \"I'd certainly accept that, if it's yours to offer. As for my own talents, yes, I work best against those who cast spells. I could render Callos as powerless as a child in less than a minute. Well, if he wasn't trying to defend himself, that is. But you get the point.\" \n\nHis eyes narrow and he looks at the gnome straight on. \"Let me be clear, Fizahn. If the others agree, you'll have my services, and my loyalty, no matter what, until Sethra is defeated.\" \n There is surprising depth and intelligence to this brash gnome. Amazing. " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nAeroz had been spinning his new ring on his finger for most of the day, in which he took a short trek through the area trying to familiarize himself with the new surroundings. When he returns to the others, he stays uncharacteristically quiet. He hadn't tried out his ring's power yet, and he was eager too, but the thought that they were something more sinister, like the rapier given to him by Prozen kept surfacing in his thoughts." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Erikkin \n Fizahn: \nHe looks around for anyone before pulling it off and inspecting the band for any writing. \n \n\nThe gold ring with three inset rubies has a draconic inscription on its inner surface - svent, - \"kill.\"\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Everyone done with their characters? " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nPleased with her findings, and satisfied that Callos is not some walking embodiment of evil Tryntha nods politely to him and excuses herself from the hall.\n\nFor Dr Bob:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAfter this display of strange magics and learning more about the party, Tryntha makes her way to the enclave dedicated to the Hathrans here in Immilmar. Making the proper respects to her elders and superiors she endeavors to report to them the strange happenings that have been surrounding this group of outlanders including the ordeal with the rings from the previous night and the dragon this day. She requests to be assigned to the group as an advisor.\n\nIf you want to play this out, just let me know and we can take it up into the private conversation thread.\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nThe necromancer suffered through the woman's tests on his arm, though he winced internally when she started casting healing magic at it to see a reaction. Mostly cause he didn't know what'd happen. Theoretically his arm might have been a different entity with the animating magic and her spells might have blown it clean off, but it hadn't and he did let out a sigh of relief. In either case he was rather impressed with her knowledge of healing and gave a short nod to her as she finished up before raising to his feet.\n\n\" Thanks for not casting judgement on necromancy. \" the man said dryly as he took hold of his cloak and wrapped up his limb once more. If he was going out into the city, then exposing his arm would not be in his best interests. \" In any case, do you know where I may find the other hathran or possibly a place to barter magical goods? I have some business in town that I must complete.... \"\n\nAs the ethran walked away from him, Callos scowled and shook his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Callos is going to brave Immilitar looking for someone to buy his gem of brightness for however much he can get for it. Then he's going to find (hopefully) somewhere he can research spells at and get command undead and vampiric touch (Total of 500 gold there). If he has any gold left after that, he'll attempt getting a familiar or possibly going shopping but I don't know if he'll get that much.\n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n \"I don't know anything for sure about the Baneson, but I do know that a necromancer called Sethra has allied with the demon lords leading the Army, apparently so he could rule part of the world if they managed to conquer it. The Army is mostly made up of demons and dark elves, as well as the undead Sethra and his cleric followers created. We think they're using the Underdark to strike quickly and disappear the way they do--we met one of Sethra's cleric friends, the Lady Valentine, in the Underdark.\" " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala stares intently at Anika during her explanation, fixing it to memory. Afterwards, she sits and thinks. The Underdark...I should've known, that explains a lot. Looks like this army's even more dangerous than I thought. Looking back up at Anika, and the others in the party assembled in the hall, she asks, \"And you guys are going after them, right?\" To Gala, this is all that really matters. \"It's been suggested before, by a few of your companions, but if you're going to fight this Sethra and Lady Valentine, I'd like to go with you. You're the first people I've met that have any real idea of what's going on, and I'd rather go after the head of the beast than fight whatever I can around here. That is, if you'll have me.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I'm not exactly the boss around here, but if you're willing to jump in the fire, I say why not?\"\n\nHe smiles and sips his wine, enjoying the powerful effects of the stuff." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe ranger comes into the common room, clean-shaved - now that is a big change ! - and perky like you've never seen him before. The reason behind that mood is pretty clear to the members of the old group : his hawk is perched on his right shoulder, placid as ever. Kir is back !\n\nSpotting the newcomer, he makes his way over to her.\n[OOC: quoting the old description because I'm too lazy to come up with a new one.]\n\n You see a short and stocky man, dressed in the green, brown and gray outfit that marks an official ranger in the Great Dale. He sounds Damaran and his green eyes mark him so, but obviously has some Rashemi blood, as his thick black hair show. He is not exactly ugly, but there is some mismatch in his proportions - easy to see, hard to explain. Arms too long, slightly prominent nose... Still, he manifests a certain force of will in the set of his jaw, softened by the calm look of consideration in his eyes. \n\nExtending his right hand, he grins at her : \" Hi, I'm Adalmar, from the Great Dale. Are you here to join us ? \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \n\nooc: For Gala's reference...\nA cloak with a snowcat pelt rests upon his shoulders, covering the fine breastplate of this short bearded human. He wears his dark brown hair short and he may be considered ruggedly handsome. One may mistake him for a Rashemi if not for the accent in his voice, his quick smile, and the carved wheel cog holy symbol around his neck.\n\nic: Tanner is not surprised with Callos' lack of response. 'Tis better this way , Tanner thinks to himself, for I pray to Gond that he sees the error in his ways. \n\nTanner then excuses himself from Tiriel and Callos and approaches his new friend, Adalmar and the newcomer, Gala. He smiles and says in the joking manner of warriors, \"It appears we have another new comer.\" Tanner slides his gloved finger down the freshly shaven cheek of the ranger and says, \"You look vaguely familiar...have we met?\" Tanner's smile widens, and he chuckles with his friend. His laugh is contageous and helps to clear the impending gloom that seems to plague the group. \"Adalmar - 'tis good to see you. I hope you have slept well. This smile you wear befits you. From the looks of your...friend, I can imagine that your chipper mood comes from more than a restful night in a fur bed. Your raptor is beautiful!\" Tanner's admiration of the bird is genuine; although unneeded, the approving comment gives Adalmar a feeling of pride. He turns to Gala and says with a wink, \"Watch yourself, Gala, this one can charm more than one type of bird - the red -tailed hawks are his favorite.\" Tanner's jovial comment draws attention to the auburn locks of Gala.\n\nTanner's smirk remains, but he turns to business when he says indicating his buckler and crossbow, \"I have picked up a few things before breakfast; I can help steer either or both of you towards the right places since I have resided in Immilmar for many years now.\" He looks around at the carnage of the room caused by barbarian and brass dragon. \"If you don't need any help, I could use some - cleaning up after everyone else's mess.\" \n\nTanner then will continue clearing the broken tables. Although the mess he had caused was cleaned up, those that watch Tanner's example of doing the right thing feel a pang of guilt...provided they have a conscience, that is." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\n((OOC: Oh yeah, character descriptions... Anika is 5'4\", curly blond hair, thin pointed features, bright green eyes.))\n\n \"I don't think anyone's really sure about what we're going to do. I , for one, want to go after Lady Valentine, but it seems to me that if we really want to make a difference in the fight, we'll have to go after Sethra himself. Someone's going to have to go after Sethra... like you said, he'll just get more followers if we kill them off one by one.\" Anika shrugs. \"You can come along with us. As long as you don't kill people indiscriminantly, lie cheat and steal, or scream at everyone that annoys you in the slightest way, you can stay. Even if you do kill, steal, etc. we probably won't do anything to you. We haven't done anything to the people who have yet...\" " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala takes Adalmar's hand and smiles. \"Hi Adalmar, I'm Gala. Yep, looks like I'm throwing my lot in with you guys.\" The Great Dale...he must be homeless just like I am. Tanner's lightened mood and jokes, rather than making her blush, put a grin on Gala's face. Practically growing up in the barracks of Laviguer, she was used to the men's jibes and horsing around. She grins and raises her glass in response." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The day is spent resting and equipping yourselves as best you can for whatever lies ahead. Tryntha disappears for most of the afternoon, though when she returns to the dining hall in the evening, she looks puzzled. She has not been able to make contact with her order.\n\nThough Tryntha has been treated politely and with respect, the Rashemi warriors in the Iron Keep and the citizens of Immilmar shake their heads or shrug their shoulders when she asks where she can find a hathran to report to.\n\nYou wait patiently until you are summoned for your audience with the Iron Lord." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n(ooc: this assumes that no one violently objected to Fizahn's hiring of Damian)\n\nWith the gnome's surprising offer, Damian seems notably uplifted. For those who've been traveling with him since the snowfall, he had gotten progressively more brooding since the arrival in Immilmar. On the trip to see the Iron Lord, he had maintained a relatively bemused mood when not in combat, with the exception of a few outbursts and the general frustration with the Rashemi.\n\nWhen evening approaches, upon arriving in the dining hall, Damian walks over to Gala. \"Sorry. I didn't have time to introduce myself previously. My name's Damian. Gala, right? I heard most of your introduction, though it may not have seemed it. The dragon's arrival grabbed my attention for a while.\" The greeting is amicable - at least, moreso than she may have gathered previously - but still lacking in any random platitudes. To Gala, Damian is a relatively tall (well, among this group) human, with close-cropped dark hair, colorless grey eyes, wearing a black cloak and a black shirt, with a bit of a gleam of mithral near the top. Two daggers are situated clearly in his belt, and a crossbow is strapped on his back. His origin is hard to place from appearance and demeanor - his accent is relatively generic.\n\nWhen the rest of the party is waiting, Damian takes the time to ask about a long-standing puzzle. He walks over to Elthan, and sits beside him. Keeping his voice relatively low, he looks over to the spellcaster. \"So why is it that the rest of the party distrusts you? It almost borders on hate . And should I have that same opinion as well?\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nDuring the day, Retay finally takes up the offer of a bath. He spends an hour soaking, and when he comes out, he still smells of dirt and animal hide.\n\nAt the dining hall in the evening, the towering bearded man settles himself some distance from Callos. Curious, he listens to Damian's query and Elthan's response." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar, who doesn't have Tanner's easy way with words - and women ? - blushes slightly and stammers a bit, but he takes it all good-naturedly. He asks a few questions to Gala about where she's coming from, what brought her here...\n\nFor one evening at least, it seems he just wants to forget about it all and enjoy smalltalk. If he sees another member of the group lurking around, he'll gesture him/her over." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan had re-entered the dining hall several minutes before, taking little note of the new arrival and taking a seat to himself just slightly distant of the others. His distance is not so much out out of the current ill feelings his friends still harbored, but a desire to take a bit of time to observe any habits his new bird might have. Patiently, Elthan broke up bits of bread and fed it to the caged raven one at a time.\n\nThe raven tilts its head curiously as Damian comes to question Elthan, Elthan himself setting down the bread and turning in his chair slightly to address Damian. He takes a deep breath and explains, \"If you're going to continue to help us, I might as well say. I killed one of our group in order to progress my research at the worst possible moment. I think it's not so much having killed him that has bothered them all, but how incredibly stupid it was of me to carry it out. I wasn't feeling entirely like myself then, and honestly, I still do not.\n\n\" Let preference be, is a motto of sorts. You're opinion is left to you, whether it is the same as theirs or not. I don't want you to distrust me either, but all I can say is that I would not go through with such again.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian picks at his fingernails a little, and then quietly pulls his greataxe from its sheathe on his back and begins examining the blade for damage. He keeps an eye on Callos the whole time.\n\nAt Elthan's words, Retay starts, and turns from his watch to stare at the sorcerer. It isn't a hostile stare, though; it seems almost... compassionate.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nIf you're wondering, translate it into barbarian concepts. It sounded to Retay like Elthan 'raged' and accidentally killed someone, and is now being excommunicated from his 'tribe'.\n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn spends most of the time up in his room. He makes a brief appearance at supper to grab some food. He doesn't talk to anyone after the dragon encounter was finished. Instead, he seems to be deep in thought." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nA bit of confusion shows on Damian's face when Elthan describes what he did. \"What do you mean 'research'? The only research I can imagine which involves killing someone would be necromancy, and you don't seem to be one. What exactly are you?\" With that querying glance, his eyes flash blue for a moment, and then settle back down to a blue-tinged grey, as he glances over Elthan.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYeah, a waste, because it's not like he can see if Elthan's a spellcaster, but it's late in the day anyway, and what else is he going to use it for? Detect Magic , second time/day (1 remaining). Presumedly Elthan's got a fair number of magical items on him, anyway.\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan lowers his eyes to Damians', glaring at him out the top with a patient scowl, missing the slight change in his eyes. \"I am a necromancer. Maybe not as studied as Callos, but I do my best to stay up to date with my reading material. I haven't had much luck with books as of late though. And no, I did not kill him for any kind of research, only to be able to proceed with research. As I mentioned, it was a poor action on my part.\" \n\nYour vision picks up what it might have expected; A few items radiating aura's on his person, of no surprise the ring included. What is strange is that the half-elf himself does not seem to exist according to your Detect Magic . While there might usually be some indication of a persons connection to the weave with the spell, Elthan has none.\n\n \n Spoiler \nElthan has not been the luckiest half-elf in faerun, and only has a few items. His ring most likely registers Faint Illusion, and his cape Moderate Conjuration. He has a scroll in his pocket, but I don't think those are detectable...\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Not all of us hate him by the way. \" Callos said heavily as overheard snippets of the conversation and moved his chair over closer towards the duo, pointedly ignoring the wary look that was making his shoulder blades itch like an ant farm had been emptied unto them. With a sigh he started to speak again...\" I can understand the motives behind what he did back then but he did do it a very tricky time and it was a highly reckless act. This of course is aside from the fact that he broke an oath to me that he'd tell before doing anything like it. \"\n\n Ahh...I wonder if I can really take Elthan at his word anymore...he didn't exactly seem to hesitate before killing Evendur and didn't so much as drop a hint that he was a Shar-worshiper... " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nIn no particular hurry to do anything productive, Khazrael spends the evening cooling his heels and enjoying more of the excellent Rashemi wine. Inwardly, he curses not having found a familiar or any tobacco, but resolves to let the matter slide for now." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner continues to clean up the common room. He watches his friend Adalmar with a smile on his face. He sighs and shakes his head as the ranger blunders through his introduction like a bull in a ceramics shop. \"Ahh, well,\" Tanner thinks to himself, \"at least I tried.\" \n\nWhen done cleaning, Tanner loudly says to himself sarcastically, \"There. Finished. It certainly went quickly with all the help .\" Tanner then will join Adalmar and Gala and make more small talk - emphasizing Adalmar's skills with the bow and his bravery in the face of the enemy." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel wanders back into the keep (??) late in the afternoon. Spending time outdoors had helped dispel most of her foul mood but she's still not having one of her better days (for obvious reasons). She too spends most of her time in her room repacking supplies, caring for her armor and weapons and wondering what the coming audience with the Iron Lord will likely entail.\n\n(ooc: I started writing a post on Saturday and closed my browser w/o posting it. Whoops.)" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian grins a bit as Elthan asserts himself fervently, chuckling slightly. \"Don't take offense, Elthan. I just figured you weren't a necromancer because you weren't as depressing - or moody, for that matter - as Callos was. Apparently, that's just his personality. The grin vanishes in a moment as he continues. \"But I think you're still avoiding the question slightly. Trust, for me, is not a question of what you have done. I don't particularly care what you have done. It's what you will do that matters. And for that, I need to know why you've done things. That's the reason I don't trust Grynde in the least. I'm not sure it's possible to know why he does what he does.\" \n\nThe amicable tone in his voice vanishes when talking about Grynde, and for a moment, his body language is cold, emotionless. Someone who thinks only in terms of risk assessment, contingency plans, and escape options - and not about the morality involved with any of them. It quickly disappears when he turns his question back to Elthan.\n\n \"I don't doubt you won't make the same mistake twice. It's what new mistakes you'll make that concern me. That's why I was asking why you killed him.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika sits in the dining hall, waiting for the summons of the Iron Lord, spinning her dagger and thinking. She listens carefully to the conversation between Elthan and Damian." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "After waiting for what seems like hours, you are finally summoned back to the audience chamber. The doors are closed and loud voices can be heard arguing behind them.\n\nA retainer knocks on the large double oak doors, then retreats.\n\nThe doors swing open silently, revealing a trio of generals standing before the Iron Lord. The enormous chamber is otherwise empty.\n\nThe generals bow and withdraw through one of the side doors.\n\nThe Iron Lord stands before his throne, alone. He looks at you for a moment, as though weighing something in his mind.\n\n\"Those who do not fear death, come forward,\" he gestures you into the hall. His voice is softer and more informal than you remember." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nWith a quick look at her companions, Tiriel shrugs and steps forward. After all the things she'd seen, done, and survived over the past few months, fear of death never stopped her from moving forward. She's not about to let it start holding her back now." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nWithout a moment's hesitation, Tanner strides confidently into the hall and will stop in front of the Iron Lord. Tanner's strength of purpose comes from the confidence in knowing that death will only bring Tanner closer to Gond. He has dreamt of the Golden Hills - where Gond watches over his followers. Tanner knows that a room awaits him in the Gond's House of Knowledge. Protected by his faith, Tanner's heart and emotions remain calm.\n\nOnce before the throne, Tanner bows his head to the Iron Lord to show respect. He then stands at attention with his body open and turned so others can join him in a semi circle. This position also allows Tanner to see the reactions of the others." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman steps into the room without pause. She also moves directly in front of the Iron Lord and drops into a deep bow. Once upright again, she steps to the side not sure exactly where she falls in this mix of outsiders and her kinsman." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n I've been around death my entire life, whats a little more? \n\nIt was with that single thought that he stepped solemnly towards the Iron Lord's throne, feeling a new weight on his hip and one hand hovering above his spellbook. He had found some time to round out the repitiore of spells that lay within it and now felt much more...confident about what he had to do. Knowledge was power after all, and he didn't truly mourn the lose of the gem from the hydra's cave.\n\n I wonder if he uses a glamer to amplify his voice...or perhaps he's just extremely loud whenever he needs to be impressive for his subjects. In either case this is much softer on the ears. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn pauses a second before stepping into the throne room. He moves before the Iron Lord and bows. He then scurries back to the rest of the group and pulls out his dagger. As he usually does when he's bored or nervous, he begins tossing the serpentine blade into the air and catching it. I do fear death. I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but I can't just abandon the world to my mistake. Maybe I should say that out loud. It sounds pretty noble. Nah, I'll just not mention the whole fearing death thing. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith the Iron Lord's challenge, Damian chuckles slightly. Well, of course I fear death. But I'm being paid for it. This is what I do. The grin disappears from his face in a moment, however. It's strange that I'm so calm when accepting risks like this. I put survival over everything else, yet throw myself into grave danger for money. It's the challenge, I think. I don't believe I'd truly be living without it. Staying alive has always been a challenge for me. And so really, the choice is between something worse than death and a chance at death. \n\nLooking at the others, he notes Tanner boldly stepping forward. It's people like him I really don't understand. Blind faith. Is it really bravery when you don't actually believe you're risking anything? At least those people are easy to predict, though. Tiriel's shrug registers without a hint of surprise, and Fizahn's dagger tossing seems the perfect response. That's definitely bravery, though. Looking the risk you're taking in the face, and saying that you need to take the risk anyway. \n But I'm really no better than those who work on blind faith, am I? I step forward because I'm not really risking anything. Staying behind isn't living for me. Is it any different? Is that the same thing that Tiriel and Fizahn are thinking? Aren't they just saying that they don't want to live in a world where Sethra wins, too? No... it is different. They could choose to stay behind, and hope someone else handles it. They have a choice, know the risk, and are making it. \n Ah well. This is not the time for introspection. My choice was made the instant Fizahn made that offer. \n\nWithout a hint of emotion in his face, Damian steps forward, looking up to the Iron Lord. While Tanner and the other bow to the Rashemi sovereign, Damian does not. His face shows no element of haughtiness or superiority. It's almost as if the concept of showing respect just doesn't cross his mind." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika hesitates for a few seconds. I don't really fear death itself, nor do I believe that there is nothing after death... But with no way of knowing the manner or time of my death... no way to know what to expect... I don't know if I'll be able to do all I want to do in life... helping to finish Valentine and Sethra... Perhaps the whole problem is not knowing... but then, I don't know what will happen either way, whether I fight or not. And I'd rather fight than sit safely in a stone castle for years, hundreds of miles from anywhere familiar. She steps forwards, her expression grave." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \n In order to be afraid of my own death, I'd have to think that I was going to die.\n \nWith a smile on his face, Khazrael strides forward." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n Do I fear death? Do I? My tribe did not. That was our great strength. When faced with death, we grew stronger. But do I fear death? They always said so. All my life, I was the one in the background, the weakling, the coward. The ones drafted into looking after me were always ashamed.\n\nBut on that day... When we were attacked, I was not afraid. Not that day. I stood with my brothers and sisters that day, and I was proud... Too proud. I lost control. My brothers and sisters died. And then, then I was afraid. I was afraid that more would die, and it would be my fault. I would not fight again...\n\nAnd then more died. And those who were left called me useless, called me a coward, all over again. They were right. Their blood was on my hands. Because I was afraid.\n\nNo more. I do not fear death. Death is my destiny, the destiny of us all, and I will not fear again. \n\nAll this passes through his head in an instant. Without hesitation, Retay steps forward and joins the circle." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Death, pah! I'm not afraid of anything. Not so keen on experiencing that, but if it comes for me, who cares? Nobody I know, yeah, but not me either. Ah, screw this, why am I thinking about it? It's that Sethra bloke who should fear death, not me. I don't have me hunting after me... \nHe steps forward confidently to stand near the people he has come to dislike, half a smile embedded on his features." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe turns the words in his head for a few seconds. His intrinsic honesty forces Adalmar to admit that he is afraid of death. Then again, he has always been told that it is wise to do so, provided you do not let your fear rule your life. Those words he received, he has now made his.\n\nIn any case, the path of duty and friendship is clear. He steps forward and solemnly bows with the others." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala's conversation with Adalmar and Tanner is broken off and she follows the party to the audience chamber. 'Not fear death?' I should already be dead. Killed with my friends...and Father. I'm past fearing death anymore. All I have to live for is killing this Sethra, and Valentine. I was prepared to die for that cause since leaving Laviguer, before I even knew what to look for. Nothing else matters. Gala steps forward into the room to join her newfound companions and bows to the Iron Lord. She steps in line with the others, standing close to those she had come to know in the past few hours." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan stays still for a moment, lost in just that thought. Was he afraid to die? He certainly did not hold it in high regard with all of his recklessness as of late, and would gladly sacrifice it for the group if the need arose.\n\nBut, why was he even trying to think so far about such a theatrical question? Sure, he liked his stories where the hero's are asked for displays of their commitment by being asked to step forward and such, but that was for the beginning of adventures, not half-way through like they were.\n\nBut again, why was he thinking of something as silly as books? It was a simple call to arms; Who wants to keep going? The decision was already made, so after but a few moments of such contemplation he stepped forward with the rest of the group. He looks over to them for a moment, only to guess at what they might be thinking." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "One by one, the thirteen of you step forward until you are gathered in a semi-circle around the throne of the Iron Lord.\n\nAlone, the huhrong seems older and more gentle than he had seemed the previous night. But his eyes are still clear and bright, and his sinewy muscles and well-healed scars remind you that his title was hard won. He is not a man to be underestimated.\n\nHe smiles, perhaps a bit sadly, as he looks at each of you in turn.\n\n\"My generals are assembling the fyrra, our war leaders, and we have recalled 2000 warriors from Citadel Rashemar.\n\n\"All of the Great Lodges are mobilizing - Ettercap, Great Stag, Ice Troll, Owlbear, Snow Tiger, and Wolf.\n\n\"From Mulsantir in the south to the Urlingwood here in the north, our armies are preparing for war.\"\n\nThe Iron Lord does not speak with pride. His voice is flat as he details the preparations that have already been set into motion within the past 24 hours.\n\n\"And yet, it would appear that we are doomed. Rashemen will fall.\"\n\nA female voice interrupts the Iron Lord, \"Indeed. Our brave warriors will be no match for the enemy we face.\"\n\nFrom the shadows behind the throne step three women. Their faces are hidden behind elegant porcelain masks.\n\nTryntha curtseys deeply, suppressing her surprised intake of breath. She recognizes the wychlaran as more than just hathrans. These are othlors - \"true ones\" - the wisest of all of the wychlaran. \n\n\"The Lake of Tears will not protect us from an enemy that can travel under the earth as easily, if not more easily, than above it.\n\n\"And their warriors - demons and undead - neither tire nor retreat.\n\n\"The necromancer reborn has found a nearly limitless supply of undead minions to command. He will be able to send new abominations against us faster than we can destroy them.\n\n\"The fall of Rashemen is, based on all of our calculations, inevitable. Our warriors are strong and brave, and will defend our homeland to their last breaths, but their efforts will be in vain. Resistance is, it would appear, futile.\"\n\nThe lead othlor pauses, allowing the Iron Lord to speak again.\n\n\"It is obvious to ... us ... that a frontal assault or conventional defense will be useless. In a war of attrition, it is we who will be the losers.\n\n\"We will need an alternative plan ...\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nThe last time Tiriel was in a situation similar to this, she backed down. She let herself be talked into \"delivering\" the kris to Sheyra. She'd felt that it'd been wrong - that whole creepy ordeal of the walking through the-catacombs filled-with-zombies with that (bitch) Valentine had been wrong. But it had been a relief to get rid of the knife so she'd given in.\nWait.\n Filled. With. Zombies. \nThere were a lot of them down there in the catacombs. More than lots. They'd killed that bard, what's-his-face, and Tiriel had taken down quite a few before Valentine called her minions off. But there were plenty left waiting to replace the one's she'd killed. Could it be... Well that'd be just too perfect since they'd been planning to head that way anyhow.\n\nTiriel looks at Anika, grinning with her mental success, \" Do you remember the catacombs under Telflamm? The ones where we met Valentine and fought all the zombies? \"\n\n[ooc: reference [here] for everyone not familiar with the LitD events]" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner waits to make sure that the four leaders are through speaking. He looks at the others and then says in an unwavering voice, \"The undead do the bidding of the necromancer who commands them, and I would undoubtedly guess that some nefarious pact was struck to gain the aid of the evil outsiders. If the head were removed, the body would fall; namely - remove the lynch-pin that holds this entire force in place...remove the necromancer.\" \n\nTanner then pauses again before continuing. He has spoken what everyone knows to be true and his next statement will most likely be a death sentence to any who choose to walk down the path. Tanner's words are not sweetened with honey nor are they eloquent, but they resound in the hearts of those that hear them. He continues, \"Iron Lord, sending an army to dispatch the necromancer would be foolish, for they would be easily tracked; in addition, all the warriors that fell would be used against their kin. Moreover, each of the Lodges will be needed here. Instead, a wise choice would be to send a small force of expendable individuals that have proven resourceful and knowledgeable - perhaps among them could be those whom have faced this foe and his minions before.\" Tanner looks at the original party when he says this. He then turns and looks at Tryntha when he says his next line, \"I would think it also would be important to include one whose ties with the land could prove to be a medium to contact her sisters.\" \n\nTanner then says, \"Whatever is decided, know this, Iron Lord: as long as I draw breath, I shall stop at nothing until this land and people that have harbored and made an outsider like me one of their own are safe from this threat.\" When finished, Tanner continues to stand with his head high. Even the skeptics in the bunch may be moved with the words of this man whose firm resolve and beliefs are sincere." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe glances at Tanner, and nods, then voices his opinion, simply agreeing with the Gondsman's point.\n He's right. That Sethra prick is the centre of this. He's gotta go. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's attention is immediately drawn to Tiriel when she speaks over to Anika - Tanner's impassioned speech registers, but little in it draws his attention. He had already expected as much, and the question, in his mind, wasn't what to do. It was how to do it. When work was plentiful back home, his employers had a simple name for the task. \"Strategic removal.\" In this case, though, it wasn't nearly so simple.\n\n The key to this isn't us. We don't know anything more than the Iron Lord does. The key to this is them . Do they know where these undead are stemming from? \n\nDamian frowns. This was a complicated war, and he simply does not have the information to process it properly. But what about the demons, in that case? The necromancer is just one prong in a two-prong attack. \n\nHis mind busy with the complicated issues, Damian stays quiet, carefully listening for Anika's response." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe ranger bows to the Hathrans too - his Rashemi blood demands it. But he feels unsteady on his feet - he had hoped the situation was not so dire, and that Rashemen could at least contain the Army of Darkness.\n\nInfiltrating the enemy side had never seemed like an easy stroll, but doing so knowing that you are the last hope of thousands of people... His shoulders stoop a bit, he imagines he can feel the weight of duty pressing on them." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael\n \nKhazrael regards the masked women with interest, but gives no overt signs of respect or deference. He nods in agreement as Tanner speaks.\n\n\"He's right. Even if taking Sethra out doesn't destroy his minions, it'll certainly take some of the wind out of their sails.\"" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n \"I agree,\" says Retay simply. \"We have to take out the head... literally.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nAt this moment, Tryntha found herself greatly jealous of the othlors for nothing simpler than their masks. She found it difficult to maintain her composure when the man in whom she had utmost faith and confidence, and the women who bordered on omnipotence/omniscience to her...laid to bare her worst fears.\n\nBut she managed everywhere but her eyes. There was no quivering of her lip, no downward cast to her brow, no nervously grasping at her skirts...but her eyes betrayed the sadness and hopelessness she felt.\n\nAfter the words of the others, she felt little better, thinking to herself,\n\n Can the fate of my lands really be in the hands of these people? They cant seem to dispatch a simple argument or gain a handle on their own magics and treasures....how can they be expected to infiltrate this force and remove it's head? Especially when that head already possesses an artifact that they gave to it? \n\nRaising her gaze once again to her pillars of strength, she watched them. They were not backing down from this. They would throw everything they have at this foe even in the face of complete ruin. And they had approached these outsiders. Perhaps the othlor had seen something invisible to the eyes of everyone else. Of course they had, that was what they did. And the Iron Lord, besides being immensely powerful himself was also a brilliant leader, especially in times of fighting. He must have some plan he was working towards.\n\nHer thoughts began to race as hope wormed its way back into her mind,\n\n \"A small force would not be able to get through a large army to do what needed to be done. But...if that army were distracted with fighting the likes of which it had not seen yet...the likes of which would come from the combined forces of the lodges..then maybe, maybe that small group could slip past. And if the elders have seen that their faith is to be put in these people, I must do everything I can to help them in whatever role they have seen fit for me to play. \n\nA bit of color rushed to her cheeks as the Rashemi woman's eyes shed their sadness and filled with determination. Respectfully, she nodded to the othlor and the huhrong and spoke,\n\n \"My Lord, I will fight with all the strength I have in the times to come. I am no lodge warrior, but all that I have is yours to command. Where would you have this sister in the times to come?\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn nearly drops his dagger when he hears that the Rashemen aren't confident. Frowning, he sheathes the blade. I did mention the Underdark and untiring points, now didn't I? He lets the others talk for a while before hesitantly chiming in. \"I believe the Sethra actually likes to play with enemies that he feels he could otherwise beat easily. I'm not saying that you will be easily beaten by Sethra, but rather that he's arrogant enough to think that. You might have a bit more time than you think. I would also gladly go after Sethra. He needs to be put down.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Iron Lord nods in agreement as you speak.\n\n\"Perhaps you know the tale of Yr and the ice dragon that tells how a little Rashemi girl defeated the mighty beast with only a sharpened stick?\n\n\"While her father fought the beast with axe and shield, Yr crept beneath the beast's belly and found a small weak spot between its armored scales. She plunged her stick into the dragon's heart, slaying it.\"\n\nTryntha, of course, immediately recognizes the children's tale. The Iron Lord raises his arms, encompassing all thirteen of you.\n\n\"You, then, shall be our stick. The challenge will be in finding the dragon's weak spot ...\"\n\nThe othlor speaks again.\n\n\"Some of you know of the City of the Dead it seems. Indeed, the necromancer's undead army has been growing beneath Thesk for centuries, quietly waiting for the command to emerge.\"\n\n(Elthan remembers a vision, granted to him by Shar, of a dark anthill, centered beneath Telflamm ...)\n\n\"The City of the Dead is the heart of the necromancer's army, but even a guerrilla assault against the City may fail, considering the sheer numbers of undead you would be facing there.\n\n\"There may be another option to consider. The kris is now in the hands of one of the necromancer's lieutenants, a vampire with whom some of you are acquainted. She is using the artifact to enhance her control over the vanguard of the undead army now threatening our homeland.\n\n\"If the vampire can be defeated and the artifact retrieved, the necromancer's army will be weakened indeed. We would not have pierced the dragon's heart, but perhaps we will be able to defang the dragon's jaws, buying us valuable time.\"\n\nThe Iron Lord adds, \"Your friends have already been dispatched to the north, south, east, and west,\" referring to Lissa, Achkby, Faluil, and Desmona, \"but they will need time to rally support from Aglarond and beyond.\"\n\n\"The wychlaran report that the vampire has established a base within the ruins of Shandaular, on the other side of the Lake. Ranger, you know the ruins as the City of Weeping Ghosts. It lies approximately 20 miles north of your hometown of Kront.\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian winces slightly when the plan is mentioned. Vampires. Of course it would be vampires. Going after the demons would be easy. \"A vampire won't be an easy foe. We have two persons of the cloth with us, but our chances would be aided with anything that would help oppose such a powerful undead.\" \n \"I don't mean to further impose - you have already been quite generous. But a failed attempt on the kris may be more dangerous than none at all, since it would tip your intentions. And your knowledge of the situation.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"Faith is our best weapon. Have faith, Damian; we will not fail as long as we work together . Besides, if there were items to help against the undead, I would rather have them be here in the hands of those that could defend the young, wounded, and infirmed. Sending us would not indicate the intention of the Iron Lord or knowledge thereof. It could be seen as a means of righting an earlier misstep made by the others to get the kris back. Only three of us bear ties to Rasheman, so scries and spies may not see things as much other than refugees from this and other lands.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"We've already gotten items to combat them. Although that was apparently a gift from Hlondeth not the Rashemi. We need to move quickly. We need to hurry up with these discussions. The lord has given us our mission. Adalmar knows where we need to go. There's nothing more the Rashemen can do for us; it's time for us to help them.\" Is haste really that necessary? Damian does have a point about it being a vampire. Are we adequately prepared for a vampire? I doubt that a 'kill' ring would work against an undead. We do have Tiriel's dragon, though. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael fiddles with his dragonfly ring as he thinks.\n\n What are you afraid of? You've got your wings--the world is yours. \n\nWith a grin, he speaks.\n\n\"Let's get the hells out of here, then. Valentine's lackeys stole some of my blood, and I think it's about time I got it back.\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's eyes turn harshly to Tanner, glaring, his grey eyes fixed like venom. Naive, bold fool. Exactly what I expected, though. \"Faith is not our best weapon. Knowledge is our best weapon. I don't risk my life on faith, and we certainly can fail if we march in there unprepared. If you remember, they have already faced vampires and they were overmatched, and rash actions have just recently cost us two fellow travelers. I wasn't asking for an entire arsenal. But considering this plan is from the Iron Lord and the wychlaran , perhaps they should consider how crucial it is for it to succeed. And perhaps they have something appropriate.\" \n\nFizahn's words stop him, however, and he winces again, looking to the gnome. \"... but, if that's what you think, then we should go. It's your choice.\" I need a backup plan. They're too headstrong. If Adalmar knows where this place is, perhaps he's best to ask about any details. And Callos might know something about vampires. Obviously I can't ask Tanner. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel felt that now familiar feeling - the cold mix of anticipation, fear, dread, and excitement - that she'd come to associate the time prior to a battle. Much of the talk going around her fades into the background when she hears that the Rashemi know where Valentine is camped.\n She has the damned knife, so we get that back and avenge Si'rene all in one go. Our last fight didn't go well - we had just finished the fell troll, night fell, and many of us were not feeling our best. We got lucky, well some of us. Tiriel stifles a groan at Tanner's little \"have faith\" rally attempt. Tiriel would like to be that confident but she's not.\n\n\" This isn't just about helping people Tanner - it's about doing what we all know needs to be done. We know that the vampires work with or for Sethra, so to get to him we have to get rid of them. We can't afford to wait. Every hour is important now. We got cornered last time and the fight was more on their terms than ours. Hopefully we'll have the advantage this time of being able to choose the time, if not the place, of the fight. \"\nShe nods to the Iron Lord and the assembled wychlaran,\n\" Anika and I both were down in what you called the city of the dead . We entered it from the Underdark - I don't think either of us could find our way again, and the Hlondeth have taken our friend, who could, hostage. \"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n Ugh, I remember that place. I wouldn't want to find my way back there again even if I could find my way back there. But if we were to go after Valentine's lair... \n \"I think going after Valentine would be a better idea for now. As Tiriel says, we're not experienced as far as the Underdark goes, and it is unlikely that we will be able to find our way back without Trinark. Besides, bringing the kris back here would certainly help ease the pressure on Rashemen and the rest of the North. However, it is indeed unlikely that we can do it without help, even though our numbers have increased since we last stood against the vampires.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"No doubt the necromancer expects us to resist. We, however, shall dictate how and where you will strike.\n\n\"The wychlaran can get you safely to Shaundalar. You will be accompanied by a fang led by Sigurd of Wolf Lodge and supported by hathrans .\n\n\"The journey across the Lake will take two days. We will arrange for you to arrive at dawn, so that you can take advantage of as much daylight as possible.\n\n\"Our forces will provide cover, distraction, and support for as long as possible, though they will withdraw at dusk. If you have not completed your mission by then, you will be on your own.\"\n\nThe Iron Lord folds his arms. The lead othlor steps forward toward Tryntha.\n\n\"Young one, desperate times call for bold action. Though you are green and inexperienced, you have bonded with these foreigners and have proven yourself to be resourceful and decisive.\"\n\nThe two other othlors also step forward, flanking the first.\n\nOne holds out a porcelain mask; the other holds out three smooth riverstones, carved with intricate runes.\n\n\"Take this mask and these breachstones and accompany your friends. Go with the blessing of the wychlaran. \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nEven when met with bile-soaked words and looks from Damian, Tanner smiles at the mercenary, \"To the contrary, my friend. You have faith in your own abilities, do you not? Tanner approaches Damian as he speaks and rests his hand on Damian's shoulder as he speaks his next sentence, staring intently into the gray eyes of his companion. His words sound like that of one speaking with his brother, for a genuine caring is evident in the tone and manners conveyed by the priest. \"I have faith in you, and I believe you will do your best.\" \n\nTanner then turns to Tiriel as she speaks, he listens intently to her words and then says to her, \"You are right, Tiriel. My own views often find their way into what I hear and say.\" Tanner then addresses the group. His eyes gaze into each of the party members as he speaks, and at it seems as though Tanner is looking inside each of the group, \"We all have our own motives that drive the things we do, and I am not the one to judge any of you for them. However, once we leave this hall, we must have a singular focus to accomplishing this task. We must put any self-doubt out of our minds, for that will lead to hesitation - and hesitation leads to failure.\" Tanner then looks to those that have clearly been at odds with one another as he continues, \"In addition, we must trust one another and IN one another, for what we set off to do this day will test our mettle and requires that each of us puts our lives into another's hands. Until we are victorious, we cannot afford to plant the seed of discontent, for what will ultimately grow will be reaped by the hand of Sethra. \n\nTanner then smiles and says, \"Let's tarry no further, for together we have a long journey ahead.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel gives Tanner an appraising glance. I don't agree with his methodology or manner, but when you break down what he says, it's pretty much agrees with what I was thinking. I, I guess I'll try to let up on him a little.\n \n\" Right. We work together. The trusting part is the hardest part because it takes time, something we don't have much of. \" She says glancing at Elthan." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian's demeanor doesn't change in the slightest as Tanner approaches him. Fizahn's statement seems to have defused the vitriol, but in its place is merely an emotionless shell of appearance. He says nothing as Tanner speaks, his thoughts racing to quell the rising frustration.\n\n No. I don't have faith in my abilities. If I did, I wouldn't have backup plans and exit strategies for every action I take. The reason I survive is not faith . Not friends. Not ability. It's planning. It always has been. I sought out my first employer, though he didn't even know it at the time. He thought I was just another street urchin. He didn't know I had been following him for weeks . \n The hubris in Tanner is simply without bound. It's amazing. I have to make sure he isn't the undoing of this endeavor. And of me , for that matter. I have to find an alternative for the inevitable brave, bold, fatal last charge against an overmatched opponent that they'll make. His eyes slip over to Tiriel just for a moment when she speaks. And I may have to do it in spite of some of them. \n Who, then? Elthan, clearly. And Callos. Khazrael's not a planning type in any case. And that other rogue. What was his name? Aeroz, that's... \n\nDamian glances around at those in the Iron Lord's chamber, and he sighs slightly. \"We're missing someone. Did anyone see Aeroz out there when the Iron Lord issued his challenge?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika rolls her eyes at Tanner. From what she understood of him, he was leaping before he looked, trusting to luck rather than trusting to knowledge. It also seemed to her that he was trying to impose himself as a sort of group 'leader', to take control, and the group had never had a formal leader. Although it was true that the group needed to work together, no one should have to enforce togetherness, or it wouldn't really work.\n\nHer train of thought is interrupted by Damian's question. \"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen Aeroz in a few hours... I think he went out into the city.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe gives a smirk at Tanner's second speech.\n\n Of course I've got faith in my abilities, it's you humans that I have to worry about. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar nods in acceptance when he is instituted de facto guide for the expedition. He is slowly getting used to getting more attention.\n\nHe is fascinated by Tanner's eloquence. He doesn't miss the head-shaking and eye-rolling, but on some level Tanner brings focus to the group - whether for or against him - and they will need that if they can't have active cooperation.\n\nDamian's lack of respect irks him. Perhaps it is time to speak up : \" Thank you, huhrong. I too believe we would benefit from learning all about vampires and their weaknesses. I humbly request the help of your Rashemen scholars. \" His eyes go from the Lord to the Hathrans and back - he finds it too unsettling to stare at the masks for too long.\n\n[OOC: or the requisite term of respect - Highness, ...]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n I have to admit, Tanner is a rather eloquent speaker at times but his personal opinions leak too much into his speech and it might rub some of us the wrong way. Not to mention calling us expendable...But HIS faith is reassuring, if nothing else it'll repel Valentine's fangs from his throat for a time. Damien's...reaction though is perhaps the most unsettling of all this though.\n\n\nHmm...there'll be a sort of poetic irony if Sethra ends up hopping into his body and he's the one who starts sowing dissent. Hmm...reminds me. \n\nCallos had been keeping very quiet. He knew he shouldn't talk to important people, or at least not important people who they weren't trying to deliberately anger. In any case it almost looked like he had a case of lock jaw as he stood there and felt the weight of his own equipment and gold weighing down. Maybe he should have spent more of it, then again he probably shouldn't since he didn't know what he might need it for...like making sure Damien didn't suddenly leave due to interpersonal relationship problems...\n\nBut at least he could answer something...\n\n\" I know plenty about vampires, their strengths and their weaknesses. I believe I even told you...er...everyone, not sure if you were listening to me, before our first encounter with the undead woman and her two lackeys. However that's for another time, perhaps when we won't bore the Iron Lord and his advisors on the subject. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm...Hadn't thought about this. I'll give a Knowledge Check on Lady Valentine a shot. Who knows? I get high enough and maybe I'll learn something useful about her...\n\nKnowledge Religon: (1d20+14)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian nods to Callos, the hard set in his face relaxing. \"Then we're not walking in completely blind. Hopefully that will be good enough, then. Is there anything in particular we should pick up to fight the vampire before leaving? Oh... also, do you have a spell to identify Tiriel's ring on the way? If not, that's one thing we should definitely pick up before leaving. Maybe a few, if it's not too expensive. If it's really what it looks like, that's a huge tactical advantage, but it could doom us if we rely on it and it turns out to be nothing more than an illusion.\" \n\nDamian's face lightens considerably, and he shrugs slightly. \"Look, I'm not trying to be difficult, or in any sense cowardly. Tanner and Tryntha are built to fight undead. Tiriel could rip the head off of anything, and you at least know about them. Me, at least - undead aren't my strength, although I can certainly help out. If there's something simple that's more effective versus vampires, it would be foolish for us not to acquire it now.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nAt first she almost doesnt know what to do or say, she just stares at the porcelain masks and the items their wearers hold out. Blinking a few times, she respectfully bows and then curtsies, unsure of herself and holds her hands out to accept the items.\n\n \"I will do everything I can to ensure your faith in me is not ill-placed. My life for Rasheman, my life for the Iron Lord.\" \n\nBowing, she backs away from the othlor a few steps and inspects the items she has been handed, listening to the further discussions from the group." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n I could...what?!? She's not sure if she should take Damian's comment as a compliment, or something less positive.\n\" I've never seen an illusion smash a table, so I doubt it's that. But knowing what the 'rules' for the ring are would be a good. \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner says to the Iron Lord, \"Thank you.\" He bows slightly again to him and then to the Hathran. Tanner then says to the party, \"I suggest we gather some rations and supplies from the larder as we join with our escort. I am sure there is enough table shards for us to make stakes. Is there anything else any of you wish to get?\" As he said the last statement, Tanner was looking directly at Damian.\n\nTanner then will collect a few viable pieces of table that could be made into stakes. He then will get a belt pouch, 6 days rations, 4 flasks of oil, 20 tindertwigs, and 4 wineskins filled with mead." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian returns Tanner's gaze with a look that at least looks normal , although still not in good humor in any sense. \"Yes. Aeroz, at the least. He's got one of the nine rings, and I don't think he returned from the city. Either that, or he's in the citadel somewhere. Speed may be of the essence, but I don't think our benefactor from Hlondeth intended us to simply abandon one of those rings.\" \n\nHe turns to the Iron Lord, bowing slightly. \"Perhaps, if it would be possible, we may be able to gain some assistance in locating him from our host. Certainly the Rashemi are best equipped to locate someone in the city quickly.\" " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala stands, eyes shining as their next step is revealed. This is more than she could have dreamed to be doing just two short days ago. She tries to keep herself from rolling her eyes as a party members almost immediately start to bicker. Some of what they say is useful, though--she'd never fought vampires before and puts in a mental note to ask Callos about them later. She's not quite sure what the rings are all about, nor has she heard of this \"Aeroz\". Gala decides to stand and listen a while longer to learn what she can, or at least until they leave the presence of the Iron Lord, and does a mental checklist to make sure she doesn't need anything else before leaving on their mission." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn quiets down after he speaks. He is content to watch and listen. Fighting vampires was not a skill he had. Others had already made their dislike for them clear, why should he voice his? He looks around as Aeroz is mentioned. Aeroz is missing? Wonderful. If we find him, he is not keeping that ring for very long... Self-consciously, he looks down at his own ring. Kill... He shivers and looks up at the Iron Lord, waiting for them to be dismissed." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n Vampires, eh? Doesn't matter. They can still die. Just a bit harder than normal. What were all those old stories...Does the stake kill them, or not?...And there was something about...Water? Blood?....Yeah, they drink blood. Duh. Damnit, I can't remember how to kill one... \nHe spares a glance to the lack of Aeroz in the room. Gone, is he? Hmm...He had a ring...I wouldn't mind getting my hands on one of those... " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "\"You will leave in the morning. May Bhalla guide and protect you.\"\n\nWhen the audience ends, you are returned to the dining hall, where Aeroz lies unconscious under one of the tables, an empty bottle of jhuild lies on its side just a few inches from one of his outstretched hands.\n\nBeing careful not to disturb him, your group enjoys dessert - an assortment of fine cheeses and a delicate flanne . Before the flanne is served, a liberal dose of jhuild is poured over it, then set aflame. You wisely allow most of the alcohol to burn off before enjoying the dessert.\n\nA toast is raised to Lissa, Achkby, Faluil, and Desmona, who have already been sent off on their mission. No doubt they will face perils of their own. You are saddened that you were not even given a chance to exchange goodbyes before they left.\n\n...\n\nIn anticipation of the battle ahead, you pool your shared knowledge about vampires based on lore, learning, and (for some of you) personal experience. It is well known that vampires hate garlic, sunlight, mirrors, and running water. It is also said that vampires can change form, and several of you remember the way Valentine commanded swarms of bats when she ambushed you in Kront. It is said that a vampire can only be slain by a stake through the heart or by exposure to direct sunlight. You have also heard that vampires can not enter a building unless invited - though in this case, you will be attacking her on her own turf, making this a difficult advantage to exploit.\n\nThe conversation about vampires goes on for hours, as you consider how you might best defeat Valentine, if she is indeed based in Shaundalar now. You hope that she will have retreated to her coffin during the day, giving you a great advantage if you can find her before the sun sets ...\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, Callos engages one of the othlors in conversation, striking a bargain with her. In exchange for a generous donation to the wychlaran , they will do their best to identify the magic rings given to you by the Serpent Queen ...\n\nOne by one, those of you with rings slip them off your fingers and entrust them to the wychlaran . The iron octagon is gently removed from Aeroz's finger and added to the other eight.\n\n...\n\nWith trembling hands, Tryntha places the porcelain mask upon her face. The mask is eggshell white, with crimson markings placed under its eyes and across its forehead. Looking through the eyeholes of the mask, she sees Tiriel in all of her winged splendor as well as Anika's true appearance - she has shoulder length red hair and green eyes. The hathran mask removes all illusions, and will no doubt prove useful in the mission ahead." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nEDIT: This post will most likely change due to reading DrB's OOC.\n\nTanner says as he continues to work, \"Unless Callos has other suggestions, I know that holy water will harm vampires as it does other undead. In addition, a stake such as this,\" Tanner holds up a stake he is fashioning from a broken table leg, \"is required to kill a vampire. It must be thrust into the heart of the abomination...or at least where its heart once was. I have never faced vampires before, so I do not know much about them other than what I have read or heard on the subject. Speaking of which, it was mentioned that the rings help keep their wearers free of influence. I was told that vampires have the means to charm or dominate others by sheer force of will. In my prayers this morning, Gond has graced me with the ability to protect those within a 10-foot radius of the spell from evil influence. It also will protect those from any form of possession. Finally, if non-good creatures are summoned, they cannot touch those who are protected by the barrier unless a protected member attacks such a creature. That said, if such creatures are among those we face, we will need to designate one creature for those within the circle of protection to attack one at a time.\" \n\nTanner then asks the others, \"Are there any other strategies we wish to use? I do not want a repeat of what happened at the outpost. Therefore, I think it would be wise for us to discuss a plan on how we can optimally use our skills and talents. I shall start...Once we are faced with the enemy, I think that protecting Tryntha with the magic circle will be best, for she is a better healer than I. Joining her should be those who sling spells and are not accustomed to fighting in the front.\" \n\n\" Now, we should also find a means to protect those who will be fighting using other means. I believe that it is vital we protect those in a similar fashion. I can do so using personal spells similar to the magical circle. The problem with that is the spell does not last as long, and it requires multiple castings. Unfortunately, we most likely will not have time for this. Therefore, I think it may be wise for both Tryntha and I to have several magical circles of protection at our disposal, and we cast them on teams that will be fighting together. We should may wish to think about which of us would best work to optimize our protection capabilities.\" \n \n\"If Tryntha, Elthan, and Callos are a team due to the nature of their skills; Adalmar and Fizahn as archers could work with one of the spell-slingers like Khazrael; we may want to form a team of Damian, Aeroz, and Anika - for they use stealth and subterfuge; Retay Wyrmslayer, Grynde, and Gala may make a sound melee team; that leaves Tiriel and myself to work together as we are the most mobile. What are the rest of your thoughts?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nHe didn't feel comfortable giving the rings to the hathran, after all he knew nothing of their order or ways. Perhaps they were seeking to put a tracking enchantment on them, much like Prozen had likely done or perhaps they were swapping the rings for non-magical replacements. Those were the kinds of paranoid thoughts running through his mind and it was driving him nuts. But in either case he shook his head and started paying attention to what was going on...\n\n\" You came close enough Gondsman, but there are more methods then that to destroy a vampire and none are easy. For example, your stake method, while well-informed, requires that you close into melee combat with them in first which is something I'd never advise. Vampires are intelligent, cunning, strong, and exceedingly fast blood sucking monsters and that alone would make them a challenge. In the same manner their supernatural abilities are to be equally feared though your...circle should repel the most worrying of them, the ability to dominate a for with their voice or eyes. I wouldn't rely on the rings in this regard since Prozen specifically mentioned Sethra's possession and so they may not help in this sort of deal. \" He paused then to look around at the assembled group and took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak again. \" Then there is the additional problem of actually hurting a vampire. They can be hurt, but unless you use an enchanted silver weapon you'll have a much harder time of it. Even then their wounds are quick to close. Cold and electricity are weak against their cold flesh and the influence of the god's is not as strong as it should be against one such as them. Especially considering that if they can grab hold of one of us and drain our blood, they'll mend their wounds that way as well. What we should most be concerned about however is something far more insidious. Being the shape-shifting fiends that they are, a vampire can directly attack that which we hold most dear...our souls. Just a touch. I myself could only withstand such an assault four times before I became one of their spawn. As we've personally seen Lady Valentine can summon creatures of the night to do her bidding, but this is hardly a unique ability we'll need to worry about additional aid from bats or wolves most likely. And finally the worst of it all in terms of their unholy defenses. If...we would be able to somehow hurt one enough, that if it had been alive it would fall, it will instead turn to mist and seek solace in it's coffin. However if they can't reach that in two hours time, they'll be irrevocably destroyed. \"\n\nCallos again paused for a moment to gaze around at his fellows to see if their resolves were weakening. This was a truly serious matter and he wanted to impress that upon them. Before continuing, the necromancer reached into his pouch and pulled out his small mirror, flipping it into the air and catching it as he spoke. \" That is what we are rushing to fight...but there are weaknesses in them, thank Mystara. Sunlight is their bane, exposure to it will slay one in under a half minute, as well completely immersing them in running water, which they cannot cross. A few things can keep a vampire at bay, a mirror for example or a strongly presented holy symbol or the strong smell of garlic, but these will not drive them away . It'll merely buy you time, and keep them at a distance. To return to the stake subject, that alone won't slay them. If the stake is removed at a later date the vampire WILL rise again, you must also destroy the body. Traditionally this is done by merely removing the head although there are recorded instances of vampire slayers burning the bodies and dispersing the ashes at a crossroad. That's widely regarded as folly since at any point in the burning the stake could come loose and you'll have a very angry and very burnt vampire before you. \"\n\nFinally stopping in his little lecture, though he did know some rather interesting legends and stories about blood suckers, he instead turned his attention to what Tanner had said regarding teams of them. \" Elthan and I, unfortunately, shouldn't be bunched together on this one. Our individual talents aren't quite as effect against the undead so putting us both in the same squad would be deterimental. However I will be traveling with Tryntha. Other people that'd be a good compliment in this situation would be Damien and Gala. Tiriel should go with Elthan since her rather unique talents can balance out with him rather nicely and I'd suggest Adalmar or Fizahn as well with Grynde. You Tanner should work with Anika, Retay, and Khaz since they'll mesh rather nicely but might be a bit disorganized. Which leaves Adalmar (Or Fizahn) and Aeroz, and I wouldn't mind taking the drunken on with me since I can keep an eye on him...and his rapier. In any case, I've said my piece whither you'll listen or not is your problem. \"" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn listens intently to Callos's talk about the vampires. They seem almost indestructible. That is not a good thing. If they die in sunlight, why would you even bother burning one? Just stake it and take it with you to an open plain. You could unstake it at noon and have it tied up so it couldn't move. Or drop it in a river. He frowns as Callos mentions his suggestion for teams. \"I would rather not work with Grynde.\" He wouldn't need the vampire's influence to turn on me. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian nods at Callos's quick delivery of an intended party distribution. \"I agree, although I think Fizahn should go with Tanner and Adalmar should go with Tiriel, slightly for tactical reasons - Adalmar is a little more robust - sorry, Fizahn - and Tiriel's group would lack a priest who could offer medical aid.\" \n\nHe glances to Tryntha, and Callos. \"I'd need to talk to both of you at some length as to what magic you're capable of, as well - both for tactical reasons and in case this vampire dominated you in the way that Callos said it - she - whatever - can. I know that wizards can be a bit protective of their spells, but any tactical advantage we can gain would be a benefit.\" \n\nHis hands idly drop under his jacket, and he glances down. The sound of wooden objects bouncing against each other is audible, and those nearby may see a small chain of varied holy symbols dangling from his belt. I don't think these would protect me, though. For me, these are just tools. There's no intrinsic faith behind them. It's strange to think - Tanner may have been right. Well, except for the fact that according to Callos, that would only keep them at bay, anyway. Until their other legions of undead swarm us. " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn is indignant and shocked at Damian's comment. \"Robust? I'm a gnome! All gnomes are robust! I can very well go with Tiriel. I've never relied on magical healing anyway. They can't hit me. And if they do, well, I'm robust. Much more robust than Adalmar, no offense. I suppose you don't think I'm robust because of my hangover? Well let me tell you, I drank enough firewine to kill a small country.\" I'm not robust? Hell. I'm more robust than any of them. I'm probably as robust as Tiriel. Your crossbow bolt didn't even hurt me, that's how robust I am. It was just a little sting in my side. I easily worked through it. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian looks between his partymates, utterly lost. So much was happening at once. Strategy - he'd never had much need for it.\n\n \"Back with my tribe...\" he begins. He has not spoken of his past before. \"...we prepared a little, tried to give ourselves the upper hand, but we didn't make complicated plans - if something changed in the battle, we could adjust to suit.\" He shrugs. \"This doesn't seem so tough to me: get a silver weapon and cut them to pieces. Just like any other undead.\" He stares at Callos as he says this." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika laughs quietly when Callos mentions garlic, remembering the 'garlic bombs' that Tiriel had made earlier.\n\n So, it's me, Khazrael, Retay, Fizahn, and Tanner... that's not too bad. The vampires, though... since they're not alive I can't stab them from the shadows and expect them to drop dead. We'd have to stake them and then hack their bodies apart... or stake them and then dump them in a stream. And if they can suck away your soul with a touch I wouldn't want to be that close, anyways. Which means silver arrows if I wanted to hurt it... not that I'd want to be that close to silver, although I'd be fine if I didn't touch it, and I have no idea where I would get silver arrows. \n \"Does anyone know where I could get silvered bolts for my crossbow?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe ranger says : \" Our enemies may have changed that place, but I'm still the one who knows it best - my group should be ready to be first in line, at least in the beginning. \" then falls quiet again." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Lightning's no good, you say? That means I'm going to have a rough time out there. Last time, a couple of her cronies pinned me down and drained half my blood. They're faster and stronger than I'd care to admit.\"\n\n So I'm stuck on the boat with those four? Eh, could be worse. I pity Grynde's boat. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n So... my sword will work on them, but not as well as a enchanted silver sword? Tiriel thinks to herself after hearing (part of) Tanner and Callos' long lectures. Huh. Well that can't be a very common thing to find, silver is a pretty soft metal after all. Still, maybe there's one in what passes for an armory around here. \nTiriel checks out of the raging discussion both mentally and physically. Since there seem to be plenty of persons willing to discuss tactics length, she figures that they'll be fine without her if this takes longer than she expects.\n\n Tiriel is going to try and track down a silver weapon, preferably a sword, but she'll take what she can get. She'll ask around the keep first before trying the town. " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala sits in the hall and tries to concentrate on the long list of vampire-killing techniques. Many of the specifics blend together in her mind, but she focuses on the parts that concern her most directly: the actual hitting and/or killing of said vampires. She echoes Anika's concern, saying \"I suppose I'll need a silver sword, then, if someone here can enchant it? As much as I'd like to go give their pale hides a good tanning, I can't do that too well with what I have now.\" She reaches up for her bastard sword and a few sparks of electricity ripple down the blade. \"I guess I'll have to go look for something around here before we bed down tonight. Otherwise...I'll go in whatever boat you think I'd work best in. I'm no magic user, though, so I'd appreciate any protection I could get.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Unfortunately, silver weapons are rare, and enchanted silver weapons are even rarer.\n\nA total of 40 additional silver arrowheads and 20 silver-tipped crossbow bolts can be found. None are magical.\n\nThe Iron Lord sends a single enchanted silver longsword that was found in his personal armory as well as a brace of silver daggers.\n\nAnika is a little bit uncomfortable being around so many silver weapons, but she suppressed a shiver and tries her best to look casual as the silver blades are examined by her friends.\n\n...\n\nThe rings are returned by the wychlaran in the morning with brief descriptions of their powers ...\n\nOOC: Brief summary in game terms below ... \n\nIron octagon ( litrix /\"armor\") – ironskin (DR 15/adamantine)\nGold ring with three rubies ( svent /\"kill\") – meteor swarm (x3)\nBrass snake ( darastrix /\"dragon\") – summons young adult dragon\nOrnate gem encrusted ring ( levethix /\"wizard\") – spell absorption (50 spell levels)\nCloisonne ring ( ixen /\"fire\") – holy aura\nSimple copper ring ( sjach /\"shadow\") – unholy aura\nLeather loop ( osvith /\"flee\") - haste\nWhite gold with black pearl ( virlym /\"thief\") – +6 DEX\nSilver filigree dragonfly ( austrat /\"fly\") – fly, blur\n\n...\n\nYou are awakened early in the morning and given a light breakfast before being escorted out of Immilmar on horseback ...\n\n\nOOC: You might want to reconsider how the rings are distributed based on their powers/effects. I also need a final decision on who is traveling with whom.\n\nThe weapons are a +1 silver longsword and two silver daggers (non magical). I believe that silver weapons do -1 damage. Let me know who takes the extra silver arrows/bolts. " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha listened and nodded along with just about everything Callos mentioned about vampires adding little except support for his information. Afterwards, a thought occurred to her that she thought could be important, actually she hoped with all her might it would be important, as the alternative was not terribly heartening,\n\n \"Callos is correct in his assessment of vampires. I can add little to what he said, and learned a few things myself. I think it should be mentioned however that we are likely to face many other kinds of undead while getting to the vampire Valentine. In fact, I hope that we do...and we are not walking into battle against an army of vampires. If we fail to best the fodder, then all of our preparations for Valentine will have been for naught. Some undead are best attacked with blunt weapons, with those of slashing variety proving to be the least effective.\" \n\nAs she mentions this, her gaze roams across the various sheathed swords, axes, and the like apparent on most of the fighter-types in the room.\n\n \"Of these lesser undead, most can be effected by simple, mundane items, so those from the armory here would be sufficient. I doubt zombies and skeletons will cause us much cause for alarm unless seen in large numbers. I dont think I need to explain the paralytic touch of the ghoul to you, as most of us bore witness to it first hand. Alternatively, ghasts look very similar to ghouls but exude a stench that can bring even the heartiest of warriors to his knees wretching they also can paralize with a touch or bite. Moving beyond those we could possibly see Wights, which appear as twisted reflections of whatever race they were before their souls were corrupted. They require nothing special to be attacked, but their touch should be avoided at all costs like that of a vampire. They will drain away your very essence, though not as fast as a vampire.\" \n\nTurning the mask over and over in her hands, she shivers as if remembering some horrible memory of wights or vampires or something. Shaking herself out of it, she continues,\n\n \"If we encounter wraiths, we would be wisest to attack them with magics, or seek to destroy them with our holy prayers. Their bodies are...like a mist. While their touch is less insidious than that of a vampire or a wight, they can drain the fortitude from the most hearty of men in short order.\" \n\nTurning towards Damian and Tanner, she turns her topic to that of their coordination of magic,\n\n \"There are magics than can reverse most of these effects, and I will be sure to prepare some of them before our journey. Damian, if you can...borrow...\" \n\nIt is clear she is somewhat uncomfortable with this notion of her magic being taken from her, even if it is only temporary...supposedly,\n\n \"..these magics without expending them from my memory, this could indeed be a great boon for us. Some of these magics are among the most powerful I can prepare, and I can only prepare a very limited number of spells of that power. The spell Restoration is of the fourth tier, and I will be carrying only one of these, with my other fourth tier spell, Death Ward , being one that will protect someone for a time from any of the draining powers of the undead, and from some necromantic spells that seek to steal life. There is a lesser version of the Restoration spell that is of the second tier that I also plan on preparing. In that same tier is a spell that will remove paralysis from a group of people. In the third tier I will be doing as Tanner has suggested and will be preparing the Magic Circle spell, as well as an offensive spell that channels light into a beam that is especially effective against undead. My last spell is one I would suggest to those who do not know what better spells to prepare, and that is Dispel Magic . We are likely to run into spellcasters, and it can often be more effective to counter their spells than add your own to an already hectic spell battle.\" \n\nTaking a few deep breaths after realising she had been speaking for so long, and in such a straightforward manner, Tryntha seeks to hide the blush she feels welling up behind her new mask. It is then that she realises that she is no longer fooled by the illusions layered over some of her companions. Her eyes go wide as she sees the beauty being hidden by Tiriel's magic.\n\nMoving to stand nearer to Tanner, she whispers to him;\n\n \"I think I understand why you would wish for the transformation spell you employ to last as long as possible. On that subject however...are you planning on using your power to channel your spells for longer periods? It may be that our abilities are the most effective weapons against the undead in the days to come.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at the daggers. Too big. Why are there never any normal sized daggers. He sighs and digs in his pack for a couple seconds. After he finishes, he has come up with a small vial. He places the vial next to one of the daggers. He looks at Anika. \"I trust you'll be using this. It makes the dagger magical for a while. I assume it will work against Lady Valentine. I know you want to get her. I also assume Tiriel is going to use the sword.\" \n\nOOC: Giving Anika the oil of bless weapon." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Unfortunately, when I take a spell from someone, it's gone, as if you had cast it. It may seem somewhat pointless - you could've just cast it yourself, after all - but the advantage is that you can cast something else while I cast the spell, so it accelerates things. In addition, in this case, when we're spreading out, it may be useful, although I'm only able to hold onto the spell for about an hour or so.\" \n \"Tryntha, I would recommend praying for at least one healing spell - even a weaker one - directly, since if you're injured past the point where you can heal yourself, I can use that spell to heal you.\" \n\nHe shrugs slightly. \"Of course, in this case, facing an enemy who can turn our allies against us, it's also useful because if one of you two is charmed by the vampire, I can prevent that ally from using their spells against us.\" \n \"I'm also perfectly willing to loan my ring for this endeavor, but please do remember that it was given to me.\" Although I'd be perfectly happy with several of the others, of course. " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika takes the silvered bolts, making sure not to touch the heads but only the wooden shafts. She replaces the bolts in her quiver with the silver bolts.\n\nTo Fizahn's offer, she says, \"I already have the silver bolts, and we should have as many people able to hurt the vampires as possible.\" And I don't know whether I'd even be able to touch a silver weapon, let alone use it... \"Use the dagger yourself, or if it's too clumsy for a shortsword for you, then give it to someone else who wants it.\" \n\nAn idea occurs to her suddenly. \"Tanner--do you know how to make holy water? Our last cleric, Trinark, had a spell for making it, and if you had the same spell, it could be very useful for people who don't have enchanted silver weapons, or against the wraiths who can't be hurt by weapons.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nEyeing the silver-tipped arrows, Adalmar asks : \" With Faluil gone, is there another archer remaining ? I already have a few such arrows, but since it is likely there will be more than one vampire... \" He lets his sentence trail off." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\n \n Originally Posted by blackfox \n Anika \n\nAn idea occurs to her suddenly. \"Tanner--do you know how to make holy water? Our last cleric, Trinark, had a spell for making it, and if you had the same spell, it could be very useful for people who don't have enchanted silver weapons, or against the wraiths who can't be hurt by weapons.\" \n \n\nTanner replies to Anika, \"Yes, I do. However, know this: each flask needs to be tied with positive energy. The component that does that is powdered silver. It takes five pounds of silver to do so. If we are willing to give up such a commodity, then I shall do so.\" \n\nTanner then says, \"However, I believe I have a better idea. If we take silver pieces and melt them down into bullet-sized pebbles, I can transform three of these missiles to be even more effective versus the undead than any vial of holy water would be. They would be both enchanted and silver; plus they would be filled with the positive energy of faith to do more damage against these creatures. If we were to get slings worked by a master craftsman, the success of slinging the stones would increase as well as allow us to cast the stones farther.\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Diarmuid \n Tryntha \n \"I think I understand why you would wish for the transformation spell you employ to last as long as possible. On that subject however...are you planning on using your power to channel your spells for longer periods? It may be that our abilities are the most effective weapons against the undead in the days to come.\" \n \n\nTanner replies, \"I shall transform myself so that I can be as Tiriel, but that will be all that I do. This will allow me to channel the divine energy of good to destroy undead abominations seven times.\" \n\nHe then informs her, \"I think it also is wise for us to consider having the means to detect undead...if vampires can transform themselves into creatures like bats, they may use that to flank us.\" \n\nEdit: Tanner continues, \"If we are discussing spell selections, I do not plan on healing, but my belt has the ability to do so. Instead, I shall focus my divine magics to protecting the party, enchanting the silver stones, and enhancing myself so that I may be in the front ranks. If there are those of you who would rather have a specific weapon, like the silvered daggers, enchanted for a short time, I could do that at the sacrifice of a few first tier spells.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nCallos sat quietly with the revelation of the rings various uses, eyes focused on Fizahn...That ring was dangerous if used improperly. Very dangerous. Very much unlike his own which could be a great boon if given to the right person. Rising from where he had been sitting, the necromancer approached Fizahn and twisted his ring off of his fingers.\n\n\" I'll trade rings with you Fizahn. I'm not going to lie, I think it may be hazardous to have a 'kill' ring in your specific hands but more importantly I think you could put the 'wizard' one to better use...like bargaining it to someone else for something that you want... \" He said slyly, holding out his good hand to take the 'kill' ring and holding the 'wizard' one in his skeletal one. \" Sound like a deal? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Is there a 'Swindle Gnome' ability? 😉 If so I might need to know where it is since that logic is horrible. Sorta like saying 'I don't think you can handle it, so lemme use it cause I've always wanted a killing ring for when I'm really irritated'\n " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Flattery works a lot better Callos,\" Fizahn says, snatching the ring from Callos's skeletal hand and slipping it on. \"See? Now I've got two rings. One extremely dangerous and one that protects me from your spells.\" He takes off his gold one and holds it in front of his eyes. \"I'm hurt that you don't trust me with this. I would like to think that I'm the less likely one to use it. Giant balls of flaming death are not exactly stealthy.\" Fizahn sighs and tosses his ring to Callos. \"I'm not going to barter it you fool. I think this might be the most valuable ring considering we're fighting a necromancer. Probably not so amazing against the vampires, though.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAll the discussion of specific spell preparation goes right over his head. He rolls his eyes at what he perceives to be too much planning, and instead imagines what a boat trip with three of the most stoic people he knows is going to be like." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nOnce the discussion of spells is complete, Tanner says, \"This silver sheen and the silver sling bullets will not come free.\" He reaches into his breastplate and pulls out a small purse. \"These six stones are all that I have left. They are worth 300 gold, and they are yours to do with what you will. I only ask that we use whatever is remaining for silver powder and to make the silver sling stones.\" \n\nTanner will then inquire on getting masterwork slings from the Rashemi." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The Rashemi will provide as many masterwork slings as Tanner desires.\n\nTiriel is given the silver longsword. Khazrael and Damian are given the silver daggers. The silver crossbow bolts are given to Anika, while the silver arrows are distributed between Retay and Grynde, both of whom have bows.\n\nWith Elthan, Tiriel, Fizahn, Callos and Khazrael all claiming rings, you are left with the iron octagon, the leather loop, the white gold/black pearl ring, and the cloisonne ring to distribute." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\n \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Tanner replies to Anika, \"Yes, I do. However, know this: each flask needs to be tied with positive energy. The component that does that is powdered silver. It takes five pounds of silver to do so. If we are willing to give up such a commodity, then I shall do so.\" \n\nTanner then says, \"However, I believe I have a better idea. If we take silver pieces and melt them down into bullet-sized pebbles, I can transform three of these missiles to be even more effective versus the undead than any vial of holy water would be. They would be both enchanted and silver; plus they would be filled with the positive energy of faith to do more damage against these creatures. If we were to get slings worked by a master craftsman, the success of slinging the stones would increase as well as allow us to cast the stones farther.\" \n \n\n Anika frowns. \"That sounds expensive... I'll put my money in for the powdered silver, or to buy holy water from one of the temples if we can't find any silver. I'm not particularly good with a sling, though--if we buy well-made slings, someone else should get them.\" \n\nNoticing that the rings have been returned, Anika retrieves the white gold/black pearl ring." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nGrynde watches as the others talk, noting in particular that Anika did not seem comfortable with the silver weapondry. After taking half the arrows and adding them to his new stockpile, he eyes the rings.\nWithout a shadow of a doubt, Grynde takes the cloisonne ring, and stares bluntly at anyone looking at him, daring them to argue the action." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian accepts his share of silvered arrows.\n\n \"This ring makes your skin like iron?\" he says, indicating the black octagon. Finally showing some shred of strategy, he offers, \"I get in close-up fights a lot, and this,\" - he gestures at his studded leather armour, looking ever more tattered since the avalanche and the frost worm - \"doesn't protect me much. That ring could be very useful to me. If our hungover friend doesn't need it...\" \n\nAfterwards, he asks a Rashemi where he might be able to get a vial of \"goldsheen\" or whatever it was the others had suggested.\n\nTo conclude, he pulls his new longbow from his pack and stares at it intently, as if hoping to enchant it by sheer force of will." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe picks the leather loop back up, shrugging : \" I will hold on to it for now. If this Valentine tries to make herself untouchable...\n\nAlso, I'll request a spell that strengthens natural defenses, which I will bestow to a warrior before the fight. \"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen Grynde steps forward and reaches for the cloissone ring, Damian's dagger immediately flicks out into his hand, pointing at the ranger.\n\n \"No. Not so quickly.\" He walks over to Grynde, his dagger still in hand, glaring at him. \"The ring is mine. It was given to me. Willingly. I said I would lend it to someone more deserving if needed. Believe it or not, I will lend it to you, because I do want this to succeed.\" \n\nHis eyes are harsh, and his voice cold and emotionless. \"But make no mistake, Grynde. The ring is mine , and I expect it back, and I will get it back. If you give it to me, that's fine. If you do not, I will carve it from you if I have to, and do not doubt that I could.\" \n \"But before I let you even leave this room with that ring, I want your word that you will in fact return it to me. Do not make the mistake of thinking this is a game, and do not make the mistake of thinking I am not your match.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" It was given to you ? By whom ? I don't think we own the rings. From what little Callos, Aeroz and Elthan have said of that individual... Prozen, we just get to benefit from them because it serves him. I don't think getting too possessive is wise. \"\n\nHe would like to appease Damian's open hostility, but isn't quite sure how to achieve that." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances over at Adalmar sharply. \"By Fizahn. Callos at least did not object. If the ring wasn't his to give permanently, then it was at least his to give temporarily in return for my services, and presumedly,\" and he glances at Fizahn similarly sharply, \"if the rings were recalled, Fizahn would similarly compensate me. But this isn't me being possessive. This is me insisting on Grynde at least showing some respect for the decisions of others that he has decided to work with.\" \n\nHe turns back to Grynde, his eyes narrowing. \"If he's incapable of working with others at all, he's a danger to the rest of us, and there would be no point to him coming along. Any aid he would offer in combat would be more than offset by reckless behavior.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Sorry. Didn't even cross my mind that the guy would want them back. I was assuming that they were payment for killing Sethra. I also think that given the high mortality rate of facing powerful necromancers, whoever gave them to us doesn't really expect them back at all. If they do take back the rings, I will compensate you Damian, although there's probably nothing I have worth as much as the ring.\" He glances down at his dagger. Except that, but it's a relic. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nHis dagger still drawn, he nods to Fizahn. \"No need to apologize. I expected you would. Right now, however, I would appreciate support for my statement that Grynde needs to learn to wait for the decision of the group as a whole before taking some stupid, rash action that, in the coming fight, could get us all killed.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nWatching the aggravating exchange that seems completely unnecessary, the Rashemi woman turns her porcelain gaze upon Damian and his bared steel, folding her hands in front of her she speaks to him in a calm, sincere tone;\n\n \"Damian, I have decided that I would prefer you to refrain from using your magic-stealing abilities on me. If the magic would be lost to me, then I would prefer to use my better understanding of the magic and its application in the coming battles. These magics are a gift...freely given...from the spirits of this land, and I do not think they would look kindly on my entrusting them to...well to you to be honest. Your motivations seem to be centered on yourself and your payment, and you are too quick to resort to steel and threats when it seems neither are required. These are not the qualities of one who should be wielding the magics intended to protect and heal those of this land.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA thought crosses his mind, and he speaks.\n\n\"Oh! I guess I don't need this--\" He removes his dragonfly ring, \"Anyone wanna trade?\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWithout turning to Tryntha at all, Damian issues a curt reply. \"Please wait to talk to me until I have the freedom to reply, Tryntha. This situation has very little to do with my motivations or desires. All I'm curious is whether Grynde is going to continue following his own whims without any regard to what the rest of us decide as a group . And if he does,\" and with that, he slips the dagger back into his belt, \"then I will be as far away from him as possible.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nSmirking at Damian, he holds up his left hand, middle finger raised, and slowly places the ring onto it. If you're so good, you don't need a ring...I hope this one doesn't bite. \n Don't worry, Damian, I'll do what I'm told, like a good little half-elf he says, malice dripping from his voice like poison. And someday I'll give you back your ring, on a velvet pillow if you'd like. Would that makes things better between us? Because I would hate for us not to be friends. He says this rather savagely.\n It's not your ring, Damian, but if you really want it back, ask me nicely. Manners don't cost much.\nAlso, this marks the third time you've threatened me. Please refrain from doing it again, it's quite rude. \n\n(OOC: Yay. Is \"The Finger\" an actual concept in the Forgottem Realms? If not, then he's just being arrogant.)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith a frown at Grynde's behavior, Khazrael briefly considers trading his ring to Grynde and giving that to Damian--but realizes that his own ring is far more useful.\n\n\"Damian.\"\n\nKhazrael slides the dragonfly ring off of his finger and tosses it to the beleaguered mercenary." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel returns to the hall empty handed but happy to accept the silver long sword from the Iron Lord's men. After a moment of hesitation, she swaps her sword with the silver one, storing her flaming longsword in her pack. She watches the exchange between Damian and Grynde carefully and only steps forward after the half-elf's last statement.\n\" You're right Grynde, it's not his . Nor is it yours. So take the damned thing off your finger before I have to do it for you because while I may not know much about magic, I do know that we'll be better served with it on another's hand. \" Tiriel smiles grimly at the shorter man waiting to see his reaction.\n\n intimidate check - (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \n[ooc: and yes, I think we'd better use the RULES for this intimidate check since it will make things easier. See ooc post for details]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Okay Grynde. Very classy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go speak with the people who actually brought us the rings. Until they've made a decision, you can keep it.\" Fizahn says, extending his left hand towards Grynde to shake in a gesture of goodwill." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe stares blankly at Tiriel, unfazed by her height or masculinity.\n You're not as scary as you think, y'know. \nHe looks down at Fizahn and his extended appendage thoughtfully, before taking a step backwards from both of them and chuckling.\n I wasn't born yesterday, my lightfingered friend. He seems to be enjoying himself." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn drops his hand and grins. \"I'm sorry for believing you were born yesterday. Maybe it had something to do with the way you treated me when we first met, despite my obviously having friends amongst the party. Not to mention my superior speed and training. You can't always think you know exactly what a person speaking a different language is saying Grynde.\" Fizahn then spits out a sentence in draconic. To the people who don't know draconic, it seems like he is insulting the violent half-elf. The party members who do know draconic, however, recognize that it is more along the lines of professing his undying love of cheese. He pulls out a gold piece and grins at Grynde once more. \"I'd keep track of more than just your ring though, if I were you,\" he says, while flipping the coin into the air. On the final flip as he catches the coin, it disappears. \"Right, going to talk to Callos and Elthan now.\" His grin fades as he turns to find the spellcasters.\n\n Gorrammit, I'm going to make a sleight of hand check!: - (1d20+14)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Knock it off, all of you. This is hardly a matter we need to get into another fight over, especially when theres such better things to do it over. \"\n\nCallos said sharply as he approached this newest source of in-fighting and fitting the 'kill' ring unto his skeletal hand...logic held that less people would be willing to steal it. Inserting himself between the two arguing groups he looked back and forth between the two of them before his eyes settled on Fizahn and Damien.\n\n\" Theres no need to be hostile with him. He may be rude but he's not the enemy and we won't treat him like one, will we? \" He said, empathizing the last word with a glare before turning to Grynde fully. When next he spoke his words were guile-less and open, unlike when he had first spoken to him. \" Grynde...I'm not going to speak down to your or insult you. This is too serious for that, but Damien brings up a point. Are you going to see this through to the end? The very end? Thats what taking that ring means, that you'll not stop until Sethra is defeated...no until he's dead for good. If you drop out later, then thats it. I'll not have this matter treated like a hobby you can pick up whenever you feel like it. But if your willing to swear, to swear on your elven blood and life, that you'll see this through...then I'm willing to give you the chance to prove it. So whats your answer? If you won't...or plan on selling that ring...then just hand it back right now, no bad feelings for it at all. This is a bit overwhelming for some so if you don't want to be cemented into this, I can understand. \"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan simply stares at his simple ring with great interest, more than such a plain magical trinket deserves. He seems almost captivated in thought about it, but doesn't actually formalize or follow through with anything that comes to mind about it, simply letting his subconscious run about circular object. He doesn't seem to pay much attention to what's being said around him, but as Callos hands Grynde his do-to-die statement, he mutters out loud as if a merely a chorus to a play.\n\n \"He won't do it you know. I sense no dedication from him, and he hates himself to much to do anything for others. Besides, I've seen bigger heads produced by plants.\" \n\nHe quickly looks up from his hypnotic state as he hears his name, turning his dull gaze to the gnome. \"You require something Fizahn?\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHis eyes roam the immediate area, from the pair of taller people who've recently threatened him, to the shorter one who'd tried rather poorly to steal back the ring, then to the necromancer directly before him, the only one not obviously trying to get the better of him. Thinking, for once, before he speaks.\n ...I can't say I'll be here until the end. With the way things are going he gestures towards Damian and Tiriel I probably won't be here tomorrow. But this Sethra prick he lifts his head upward, baring the fresh scar a ghoul implanted upon his neck has some things to answer for. I'll tell you what. If I suddenly get the urge to leave, I'll give you the ring. But I specificly WON'T give it to those three. Another gesture in the direction of Tiriel, Damian and Fizahn. He chuckles, and switches his gaze to Elthan.\n And you, murderer, can talk about decency, huh? Just to prove you wrong, half-human... I swear on my Elven blood that I, Grynde, will do my utmost to aid the majority of you in this quest to defeat Sethra and anybody willingly associated with him. \n I just don't hold much stock in my blood... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n \n Originally Posted by Matticus \n Also, this marks the third time you've threatened me. Please refrain from doing it again, it's quite rude. \n \n\n \"Good. I'm glad you've realized that. Now you can stop threatening other party members as well, and I'll stop threatening you. Then we can move on to finer points of social etiquette.\" \n\nWith that statement, a good amount of the hostility in Damian's stance fades out - almost as if a switch had been flipped - and his typical emotionless pallor comes quickly back. When Tiriel and Callos begin questioning him, he merely stands there quietly. He swiftly catches Khazrael's toss of a ring, and nods to him, glancing back at the active argument with an unsaid \"later\" passing between them.\n\nWhen Grynde finishes with his speech, a look of frustration shows up on his face and he rolls his eyes. \"What in the world makes you think that the rest of us should work with you, then, Grynde? I left that ring there for whomever the group decided to give it to. Even you. But you took it without even asking , and now you say you won't give it to three of us, regardless of what the rest of the group decides.\" \n\nWith a quick glance over to Tryntha, he looks around at the others. \"This is what I meant when I said this had nothing to do with me. Right now, it's a ring that Grynde grabbed for. Next, it may be a room that he charges into before the rest of us are ready. Or a trap he sets off. Tanner stated it eloquently before, but said simpler, we have to work together, and Grynde simply shows no willingness to do that.\" \n\nHe sighs, and his shoulders shrug slightly. \"I'm certainly being too harsh, but I don't see how Grynde, if he continues to act like this, isn't more of a liability than an asset, and I would love for someone to explain to me why I'm wrong.\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan seems to grin just a bit as you attack his 'decency'. His own wit was dull from bad magic and poor use, but he was sure he would only need half of his wit with this one. \"Murderer or not, I know I have more civility and tact than you seem to observe. I doubt that gesture moments ago was preserved for polite company.\" \n\nAlert now, he pockets his ring before continuing his rebuttal. \"But, swearing on your Elven blood to me? Simply, you are as Elven as a brick; That oath does not count for much coming from you. If you must, swear on your human side. You seem to hold that in higher regard.\" " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe stares at Elthan, temper rising quickly. He struggles to control it as Damian and Elthan verbally assult him. He turns towards Damian.\n See, this pathetic excuse for a half-elf is the reason I threaten other people in the party. First it was Khazrael, manipulating me through magic. Then it was Fizahn, who suggested I was a coward. And now it's this prick he gestures at Elthan saying things I'm going to find it hard to forget. If any of you actually want this ring back, maybe you should stop making me threaten you. And you he rounds of Elthan can shut the bloody hell up right now before I become the second half-elf murderer in this party. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Enough! All of you! \" Tiriel shouts looking at Damian, Grynde, and Elthan. For the moment, she seems to have forgotten that she'd been the one to further provoke Grnyde.\n\" Damian, you can use Khazreal's ring or I can pay you, it's you're choice.\nElthan, just.... just, shut up. You're not helping things. And you, \" she says rounding back on Grynde, \" Can start proving that you're worth more than trouble by acting like an adult and not a snippity child. Everything you accuse us of is something you've provoked out of us with your attitude. Just don't ever, ever , joke about murdering someone. That's the last thing we need right now. \"" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Grynde...you must stop taking everything everyone says so personally. We all insult and play pranks on each other, but we don't threaten to kill. Turn the other cheek is the best policy for us all to get along here, alright? \"\n\nCallos said evenly, trying not to show the anger that was currently boiling inside of him. Nobody should be threatening to kill Elthan, not when he was trying to right his own wrongs. And especially not when Callos was around and still thought highly of him, but he had seen Grynde react to honesty and diplomacy instead of threats and insults so he'd give it a shot...despite what his instincts were telling him.\n\n\" Remember Grynde..you can't do this alone. None of us can so we need to look out for each other. I'm willing to...try to look out for you and everybody else but I want the same sort of feeling, not that you'll knife someone in their sleep for a slight. And I'm not saying you aren't capable...but you don't know what we're up against and you don't have all the skills needed. So I'm asking you nicely...don't take everything personally. If you get angry then come talk to me about it and we'll resolve things right, not with killing people... \" Callos said helpfully, laying a friendly hand on the half-elf's shoulder. Still he didn't raise his voice or become condescending, he knew how hard it was to avoid one's instincts.\n\n... But so help me, if you touch a hair on anybody's head I'll put you down like a diseased dog. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n A prank!?! That's not all it was! There's something else going on in there... well when I'm involved at least...\nYeah. Go to Callos. Because he's the least likely one to suddenly act on impulse....and fry a wolf, or throw his skeletal hand at people... \n\n[ooc] internal monologue: Always good for a laugh, and the last word 😉 [/ooc]" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nWith nothing but glares for Tiriel, he listens to Callos, knowing what he said to be true.\n I'd never kill someone in their sleep. Although I don't suppose you'd take my word for it. He glances at the hand on his shoulder, and thinks better than to shrug it off.\n I can't gaurrantee anything. But I wouldn't mind if someone taught me just how to activate this ring. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Your right, I can't take your word for it. Not yet anyway. But I'll make you a deal...I'll teach you how to use the ring and in return you tell me a little about yourself. I'm curious about how you became you. Deal? We can have the actual talk later in private of course. \" Callos said, shrugging his shoulder and glancing over his shoulder at Tiriel, asking her to back off with his usually sleepless eyes. Turning back to Grynde he extended his good hand and waited expectantly." }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe hesitates; obviously uncomfortable sharing his past with anyone.\n I don't discuss that...I can tell you a little. But I will not go into any great detail...Alright? \nPutting a great deal of trust into Callos not \"doing a Fizahn\", he stiffly extends an appendage and shakes hands with Callos." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "You ride away from the city to the south, just a small group riding on horseback, except for Aeroz, who is carried in a small cart.\n\nSome rings are exchanged, and several of you bicker and argue along the way, hardly paying attention to where you are going ...\n\nAs dawn breaks to the east, you are led to some desolate cliffs, pockmarked by caves, at the edge of Lake Ashane.\n\nThe sky to the west remains dark and stars are still visible on the horizon, while the sky lightens behind you. A few gulls circle overhead and cry as small waves crash against the shore.\n\nThe fourteen of you, plus your Rashemi escort - two young warriors - dismount, your boots crunching on the pebbly beach. The warriors tie the horses to lead lines and ride off, back toward Immilmar to the north, leaving you alone on the desolate shore.\n\nThe air is chilly and damp. Despite your gear, some of you shiver." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael stares lazily at the birds and stifles a yawn.\n\n\"So...what,\" He says, \"Are we waiting for these magic boats I keep hearing about?\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika stays quietly unobtrusive throughout the argument, ready to disappear if a fight breaks out.\n\nWhen the group reaches the shore, she says, \"I don't know... I don't really know what's going on here. We had talked earlier about breaking into smaller groups--are we going to do that now?\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\n \n Originally Posted by barawn \n Damian \n\nHe sighs, and his shoulders shrug slightly. \"I'm certainly being too harsh, but I don't see how Grynde, if he continues to act like this, isn't more of a liability than an asset, and I would love for someone to explain to me why I'm wrong.\" \n \n\nTanner watches as the party implodes. He says nothing but listens intently. Part of him is disgusted with everyone's behavior, but another part of him is glad - for this is the first time any member of the group actually seemed to care about the group instead of themselves...other than the rings, that is.\n\nThen, there is Damian. Knowing that if he spoke up to answer the mercenary's question, he would be a hypocrite, but Tanner does think to himself, \"He has been an asset bringing us closer together. I trust him more than I do you, Damian. I wonder where your loyalties will lie if our enemy offers to pay more than we?\" \n\nTanner waits until the party is traveling before he approaches Grynde. Speaking to him he says, \"I trust that you will do your best. I am glad that you are with us. The others may not have noticed, but I have - Grynde, you have been working to temper yourself. I know that this is difficult, for I am trying not to be so vocal. But, I wanted you to know that I am proud of you and your efforts. Do not let what happened earlier be a setback. I would be glad to have you in my boat.\" Tanner rests his hand on Grynde as he speaks his last sentence, then continues his trek." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nAfter the firestorm breaks, and the party sets out, Damian ties several loose threads during the travel to the beach. He heads first over to Khazrael, since he had given him his former ring, speaking quietly as they ride. There's no hint of the sharpness in his voice or demeanor from the previous day, which had, in fact, disappeared later into the argument in any case. \"I really don't need a ring, so if you were trying to give it to me to 'make up' for Grynde, you don't need to worry about that. Fizahn said he'd pay me. I don't really care when, considering I've got a job to do first, and strange as it may seem, I actually trust him to do so. If you want the ring back, or there's a better person for it, just let me know.\" \n\n(and to save time...) He also heads over to Tryntha later - his voice is less quiet this time. \"You seem to have some distorted opinions of my intentions, Tryntha. Do I look like someone who cares about money? Khazrael has more adornments than I've ever had, and I freely stated that if someone else would want the ring for the battle, they're welcome to it. The money isn't important. It's the intention behind it. Fizahn could've offered me an old trinket from his mother, worth nothing, and I still would've taken it, so long as it had some importance to him.\" \n \"When someone hires me, it's much less about the money and much more about them clearly offering something of value to them because they value what I can do. In return, they get my loyalty. I don't go jumping to the highest bidder. Why would I? Someone who merely offered me more clearly thinks very little of me.\" \n \"As for me being quick to draw steel - I've only drawn a weapon on Grynde, and that's only because he's threatened others and repeatedly shown no interest in what the group wants. I don't think I was too quick at all. He's a danger to the rest of us - and to himself - as long as he continues to act without care for the rest of our opinions.\" \n \"Last... you're freely entitled to your opinion, and unlike others, I do actually respect others' wishes. But in my opinion, you're risking yourself, and others, with the stance you took on my abilities back there. Combat is not a time to concern yourself with ethics and morality. I don't use other people's abilities on a whim. In fact, I typically don't do that at all unless the person in question asked me to. The one time I have used it here it was because Tanner wanted me to try to heal Olfacht while he went to rescue the rest. If you want to keep that stance, like I said, that's your choice, it doesn't bother me at all. But you're not limiting me. You're limiting yourself.\" \n\nHe sighs, and spares a glance around to the rest of the party. \"I tried to make it as clear as I could three days ago. When someone hires me, I'm hired until that job is over, period. It's... not about the payment.\" His face looks a little strained... as if struggling to come to grips with something, and his voice drops to a near whisper. \"It's about being valued.\" " }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\nWaking up when the party reaches their destination, Aeroz steps off his cart in a rather groggy state. Unclear of what has happened in the past few hours, he does notice that there was a rather dramatic change of scenery.\n\n\" I'm going to leave the filling me in on what has happened up to this point for another time, but could someone please refresh my memory of what exactly are we doing here? Also, what happened to that nice ring I snatched earlier? \"\n\nSensing the tension in the air, he backs off and waits for an almost assuredly irritated response.\n\n[OOC: I'm back!]" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Aeroz. How nice of you to get up. We're assassinating a vampire. It seemed like the thing to do under the current situation. Your ring was given to someone else. We felt it would be more advantageous for a conscious person to have it, sorry.\" Fizahn leans in closer to Aeroz and starts to whisper. \"If you want to snatch one, I'm sure everyone would much rather you had it than Grynde.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner listens to the loud conversation between Damian and Tryntha because he was supposed to overhear it, obviously. He does his best to not roll his eyes as he thinks to himself, \"Those that pray and profess themeselves loudly and in full view of others do so in order to give the facade of faith. I think the same goes for you, Damian. You profess this and say that money isn't what is important, but the intention behind it is. What are YOUR intentions, I wonder?\" \n\nOnce at the place, Tanner says to the group, \"It seems that we need to split into our groups. Have we made our final decisions regarding who will be in which boat, who will have which ring, and who has the silversheen and silver weapons?\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika rolls her eyes. \" We haven't made any decisions about anything, yet. People have made their own decisions about what weapons to take and so on, and as far as the silversheen goes, it's pretty simple--whoever doesn't have a silver weapon gets silversheen. The rings might take some work, as well as the groups.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Hey, come on now, it's a nice day, and for probably the last time for a good while, we're not standing on the edge of certain doom. Let's all try and relax,\" says Khazrael." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel backed off after Callos, somehow, managed to calm the half-elf down. While not happy that Grynde still has one of the rings, Tiriel doesn't feel like pushing things too far before a battle.\n\" We shouldn't forget that we're probably not going to face just the vampires. Last time there were three of them, two or three demonic horses, a bunch of bats, and a hoard of skeletons. The silver weapons aren't as strong as steel and blades don't work very well at all against skeletons so really, not all of us need silver weapons. \n\" The rings on the other hand, \" and she glances at Grnyde and Callos before continuing, \" Are helpful against any foe. So we should make sure to distribute them to those who can make the best use of them. Well, that's what I think any ways. \"\nTiriel smiles at Khazreal, \" Yeah we'll see how long that lasts. But I guess you're right, we might as well enjoy what we can when we can. \"\n\n* Nightmares. There were the 2 that came after us in the building and maybe another that Valentine was still riding. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian mostly ignored the fight, much as one would ignore a pair or squabbling dogs. He continued to glare at his nonmagical bow.\n\nWhen Khazrael declares the goodness of the day, Retay turns to him. \"Aren't we? It looks like the edge of certain doom to me. Well... someone's doom, at least.\" \n\nGrunting, the barbarian drops his pack and sits down on the pebbly shore, watching the sunrise and waiting..." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Three boats appear silently out of the darkness to the west.\n\nEach of the boats is a two masted felucca, but none has sails raised. The boats appear to move under their own power, leaving a clean V-shaped wake behind. \"Witchboats ...\" someone whispers for those of you not familiar with these uniquely Rashemi vessels.\n\nStanding at the prow of two of the vessels is a masked hathran . The third vessel is pilotless, and is being towed by one of the others.\n\nThe boats crunch into the shore, and the hathrans beckon you aboard. \"Quickly! The others have sailed on ahead ...\"\n\n...\n\nThe first boat is weathered and gray. Its hathran wears a long gray dress.\n\nThe second boat has been recently painted with red and gold trim, giving it an almost gaudy, festive appearance. Its hathran wears complementary yellow robes.\n\nThe third boat has no pilot. It is shiny and black with sleek lines than make you think of an obsidian dagger." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael gives the yellow-robed hathran a grin and hops into the red and gold boat, admiring its flashy design.\n\n\"We'll look good sailing to our doom, at least.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner's brow furrows with Anika's short comments. Tanner holds up the canister and says, \"Very well, Anika. Is there one among us who needs this silversheen?\" He then looks about and will continue, \"Since time is of the essence, I have pieced some of the comments addressed by the group. Are these boat groupings acceptible to everyone?\n\nThe gray boat here will be Anika, Khaz, Retay, and myself.\nThe red boat will be Adalmar, Elthan, Grynde, Tiriel.\nAnd the black boat will be Aeroz, Callos, Damian, Fizahn, Gala.\n\nIt may be helpful if we use the color of the boat to denote a need of the group to go someplace or attack a certain foe. For instance, 'Gray - attack the demon horses.'\n\nFinally, there is the matter of the octagon ring. Retay has spoken up and has a sound arguement for using the ring. I think it will be wise to have it in his hands.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"I could use silversheen if there's any available. I'll survive without it, but I could use it. The wand made it so I couldn't really afford any myself.\" \n\nWhen Tanner lists the groups, he winces slightly, but recovers quickly. \"It might make sense to switch Tiriel with Retay or Gala. Tiriel is likely to work best with people she knows best, such as Anika or Fizahn. Other than that I have no disagreements. I'm presuming that Tryntha is intended to go in the black boat.\" And far away from Grynde. They both have tempers, they don't like each other, and I don't trust Grynde to be able to control his. " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nLeaving Immilmar and getting closer to danger weighed on his mind, so he found himself drawn to his usual quietness again.\n\nHe sighs inward when he realizes he's being saddled with the 'difficult cases'. I'll just have to find a way to make them go along. Outwardly, he seems well-prepared for the fight to come : his bow at the ready, strung with a brand new string, a mix of silver and mundane arrows in his quiver.\n\nHe heads for the gray boat, letting Kir take flight from his hand. The hawk's piercing sight will be useful to detect anything out of the ordinary." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"I've got no objections to that. You might want to switch gray boat and red boat though because Khaz already decided which boat he wanted.\" Fizahn walks over to the black boat. He waits for 'captain' Tryntha to get in before following her." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael frowns at Tanner's take-charge attitude, but for lack of a more grounded plan, simply goes along with it.\n\n((OOC: Hopped on the red boat to get things moving. If he has to move to gray, so be it))" }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe porcelain mask hides any physical response the Rashemi woman might have to Damian's words. By way of response she merely states flatly,\n\n \"I have made my wishes known. Much as you have made your opinions and intentions known. The fact that you are completely unwilling to undertake these actions without some form of compensation only confirms and strengthens my stance that you are unfit to wield the powers granted to me to keep these lands healthy and her people safe.\" \n\nWhen Tiriel begins talking about their last encounter, Tryntha cant help but think to herself,\n\n \"I wish they had mentioned the demons before. I could have prepared a spell to banish them back to whence they came. At least the magic circle spells should have similar effects against creatures of the other planes.\" \n\nWhen the angelic woman mentions the weapons Tryntha reminds the group,\n\n \"Those with silver ammunition should remain close to me so I can enchant them. We will have to wait until we are ready to assault the vampires as the enchantment will only last a few minutes. I also have a scroll with a similar enchantment if Tanner has not prepared a similar spell, but that enchantment will last even less time, barely lasting one minute.\" \n\nAs the boats pull up, Tryntha moves immediately to the pilotless black boat and takes up a position similar to the hathrans in the other vessels.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDrB, does Tryntha know how to power/pilot one of these things? If you need any rolls from me, let me know.\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nAfter turning to nod at Fizahn and says, \"Thank you, Fizahn.\" Tanner returns his gaze to the others and notices that Khaz has jumped into the colorful boat. He says, \"I guess we'll amend the plan, then...\" \n\nTanner will turn to Damian, \"Damian, perhaps we should have you take the spells from me and be in the other boat? That way, your boat could have the magic circle and other of my spells at the ready?\n\nA small switch would be...\n\nThe red boat here will be Anika, Khaz, Retay, and myself.\nThe gray boat will be Adalmar, Elthan, Damian, Tiriel.\nAnd the black boat will be Aeroz, Callos, Grynde, Fizahn, Gala with Tryntha as pilot.\n\nSo, if anyone has objections to this set up, now would be the best time to voice them.\" \n\nTanner pauses, giving the party time to voice any concerns they have. Barring any difficulties. Tanner has noticed some of the party doesn't seem to want to work together, and he hopes this is the best way to solve those differences.\n\nTanner will say to Tryntha and Damian who is close by, \"I have one such spell that will enchant a weapon; it will last for nearly 15 minutes. I was planning on enchanting Retay's axe with that. I also will enchant these silvered stones we melted down from the silverpieces and issue the stones to any who would like them. I can make six in all. They will remain enchanted for twice the time of the other spell. These slings will help improve the aim of any who use them. Might I suggest that Damian takes the magic circle, a magic stone spell, and the lesser vigor spell from me before we depart?\" \n \"Aeroz, while you were...incapacitated...talk of allowing Retay to use the iron octagon ring was voiced. From what I was told, you are quite the swordsman, and are more apt to avoid blows while in combat. What we have witnessed of Retay Wyrmslayer is that his axeskills are unmatched, but his ability to side-step or avoid blows could use some work. Allowing him to use the ring will increase his chances for survival, and ultimately, it will assist your group...as well as all of ours. Don't feel that you will be empty handed, for Damian has requested this jar of silversheen, but I think that it would be better served on your steel if the need arose since Damian has a wand he can use against the undead. However, that is for the two of you to decide.\" Tanner holds out the jar of silversheen." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nUnsurprisingly Tiriel isn't happy being placed in a boat with Elthan and Grynde. But she doesn't want to be the first, or worst, the only one, to complain and hold things up. Grudgenly she goes and joins Adalmar and the grey robed hathran in drab boat.\n\nShe goes and takes a seat next to Adalmar, sitting down heavily and crossing her arms across her chest. \" This should be fun. \" she mumbles." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As soon as Elthan, Damian and Tiriel join Adalmar in the gray boat, the hathran backs the boat away from the shore and begins the journey to the west.\n\nRetay, Anika, and Tanner join Khazrael in the red boat, and momentarily they too set off across the Lake.\n\nTryntha's experience has been primarily with smaller witchboats, but she finds the felucca similarly enchanted, and she has no trouble navigating the larger warboat . Once Aeroz, Callos, Grynde, Fizahn and Gala have settled in, she follows her sisters out into the Lake.\n\n...\n\nThe sky lightens behind you as your sail westward. Once Rashemen has vanished from view, the other hathrans seem to relax slightly. It is hoped that you were able to sneak out of Immilmar and board the boats without alerting any potential spies of Lady Valentine.\n\nYour mission will be perilous enough without giving up whatever small advantage you may have by attacking with surprise.\n\n...\n\nIt is hours into the first day that you realize the full scope of this assault. As the morning mists burn off the surface of the Lake, and as your three boats catch up with the main group, you are treated to the sight of at least sixty other warboats scattered to port and starboard. Each of the boats carries a squad of berserkers who will support your assault on the vampire's base.\n\nMost of the other boats are not controlled by hathrans , but you can see that they are expertly piloted by sail and by oar when necessary.\n\n...\n\nThe day passes uneventfully, and as you continue to sail toward the setting sun and visibility drops, one by one the other boats vanish from sight. You sail on through the starry, moonless night. One by one, the boats check in using a simple link between the hathrans , including Tryntha.\n\nAround midnight, the small armada halts to allow the hathrans to rest. At Tryntha's request, your three boats converge to allow each of you to converse quietly and continue to plan your assault." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika gets into the red boat without complaint; she had heard the same groups the night before and had no problem with her own group. I pity Tiriel, though... although it could be Callos in her group instead of Elthan, which would be an excellent way to mess everything up. \n\n[hr]\n\nWhen the vessels stop, Anika looks around. \"Are we there yet?\" she says to herself." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n You know...maybe..just maybe we have a chance... Callos allowed himself to think with a rare non-malicious smile as he saw the gathered warboats along with the ones that they themselves traveled in. Taking to the time to look around for any semi-private spot, he then sought out perhaps the most irritable person he had ever met besides himself. Pointedly reminding Grynde about his promise, he'd guide the half elf to the previously found spot to hear a little about him and teach him how to use his ring...\n\n \n Spoiler \n You can put it up Grynde's response in the Private Chats thread or this one Matticus, doesn't matter to me.\n \n\n\nOnce that was done though, the necromancer soon sought out another person who had recently become interesting to him, the newly risen hathran. Standing a little awkwardly beside her for a long moment before he found himself able to speak. \" I suppose I should apologize for not thanking you for your aide before Tryntha, but I was...distracted by everything going on there. If you hadn't noticed we are a bit diversified in out motives and intentions. \" He said dryly, eyes out across the lake to where the witch boat was taking him.\n\nIdly twisting the svent ring on his finger before he turned back to her, eyes glittering with curiousty. \" So...what exactly are the hathrans? Your specific sect of Rashemi culture has actually been of a lot of interest to me since the first one I met, I guess it's because the mask hints at mystery...I'd like to know more about you as well...like what you think of all this matter, your actual opinion and not what you feel you must do. Or your feelings on necromancy and mercenaries. The second mostly because of how you reacted to Damien...he's a decent man you know.. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian looks around from the boat with Elthan and Tiriel with dread as he sees the vast scope of the endeavor. He lightly fingers the wand at his belt nervously, fidgeting somewhat. The water clearly bothers him.\n\nHe glances over to Elthan as they travel. \"Elthan - I have to ask you. How much do you trust me? I know you haven't known me very long, but as I tried to make it clear with Tryntha, I don't take using my abilities with my comrades lightly. They're useful, but I don't need them, and they're definitely not worth getting me killed over. If you've got a great objection to me using your spells, feel free to say so. But you can definitely know that I won't just take them for no reason. For one thing, you have to let me take them in any case.\" \n\nHe leans back slightly in the boat, trying to relax... but clearly failing. \"For reference, the only time I've thought about taking a spell was when Khazrael was paralyzed when we fought a frost wyrm. That should give you an idea - I don't think about doing that unless the situation is desperate.\" \n \"You also never really explained what you are. I'm... pretty sure I can use your spells, but... you're a bit weird. It's like all of my instincts are screwy with you.\" \n\n(later...)\n\nWhen the ships pull together, Damian tries to keep a relaxed look on his face as he looks around to the others, and specifically to Adalmar. \"Please, please tell me that you know enough about this place that we can formulate some sort of a plan, and that we're not about to charge into a pretty major battle with no clue.\" \n\nedit: (OOC: forgot to address the earlier silversheen question) When Tanner mentions the silversheen and suggests giving it to Aeroz, Damian quickly nods. \"Definitely, Aeroz, if you can use it, go ahead. I can do more with the wand than with a dagger in any case.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian gives Tanner one of his rare grins, and reaches over his shoulder to rest a hand on his greataxe. \"She's already enchanted,\" he says proudly, apparently referring to the axe. \"She'll cut those vampires down.\" \n\n(later)\n\nIn the red boat, Retay hunches over, tense. He answers questions shortly or not at all. He stares across the Lake with a fierce glint in his eye." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Each boat has an ample supply of food and water for the two day trip and return. After tonight, there will be another day's worth of travel across the Lake, then you will time your landing on the opposite shore so that you arrive at dawn on the third day.\n\n...\n\nAdalmar recalls the ruins he played in as a teenager. Though setting foot in the City of Weeping Ghosts was strictly forbidden by the village elders, there was no way to keep the inquisitive adolescents of Kront from sneaking into the ruins on a dare or just out of curiosity. It was a long journey to the north from Kront, but it could be done in a day on a good horse.\n\nStill, no teen, no matter how bold or foolish, ever stayed in the ruined city when the sun went down. Besides the old wives' tales of children (and adults) vanishing and never being seen again, there were the low moans and chilly winds that appeared out of nowhere, even in the middle of the day, that raised the teens' hackles and sent them scurrying back home with exaggerated stories to tell.\n\nAdalmar recalls that the city was organized into a series of seven concentric circles. The outermost circles were little more than slight humps in the ground at this point, but by the third or fourth circle, the ruined stones poked up out of the ground enough to provide enough cover for a decent game of hide-and-seek.\n\nThe seventh, or most innermost, circle was a nearly intact black wall of stone, breached at its eastern side by an unimaginable force, leaving an enormous \"V\". Within its interior rose a ruined tower, not dissimilar in appearance to those of the watchtowers lining the western shore of the Lake.\n\nIf Lady Valentine had established a base in Shandaular, no doubt she would have chosen to make the ruined black tower her keep. From its crumbling ramparts, she could watch over the Lake towards Rashemen or take flight on one of her nightmares ...\n\n\"It is the only structure left standing with any style,\" observed Adalmar.\n\n...\n\nAdalmar's storytelling is interrupted when Grynde, who had been huddled in one of the feluccas with Callos, suddenly bursts into flame ...\n\n\nOOC: Grynde takes 1 point of damage. " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha had been enjoying the night under the stars on the boat. Callos's interest surprised her. Callos surprised her. He disgusted her on some levels, but she couldnt help but find herself intrigued.\n\n \"If we succeed in this, we can sit together and discuss many things over some jhuild .\" \n\nShe would not let her fascination with him override her duty. That very secrecy he spoke of was an important facet of Rashemi society, especially as it pertained to outsiders.\n\nAs she sat, running through her prayers in her head cataloging the magics she had prepared for the days ahead the eruption of flames spurred her into action.\n\nKnowing how sounds carry over the water, she hissed sharply, but softly,\n\n \"Put him out or toss him over, that light will be seen for miles!\" \n\nAs she finished, her hands began weaving through intricate gestures as she mouthed words of power\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Dispel Magic on Grynde\n\nA few caster level checks for whatever might be effecting him at the moment:\n\n Dispal CL Check - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n Dispal CL Check - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \n Dispal CL Check - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n Dispal CL Check - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \n Dispal CL Check - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n\nIf you need more, just feel free to roll em yerself DrB.\n " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tryntha attempts to suppress the effects of the magic ring to no avail. The flames surrounding Grynde are pure white and nearly blinding, but they radiate no heat and do not seem to be actually consuming any of Grynde's clothing or gear. Nevertheless, Grynde grimaces from pain as the holy aura burns him as if from the inside out.\n\nSome cries of alarm can be heard from the other boats scattered across the water as Grynde lights up the Lake.\n\n\nOOC: Grynde takes 1 point of damage. " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Grynde! \" Callos exclaimed loudly, scurrying back as the flames erupted with surprise on his face, what following next being a long string of curses in Undercommon and Draconic as he scrambled to his feet. Having the half-elf suddenly say the command word for the ring on his finger had not been something that Callos had been expecting to happen and he stared wide eyed as Tryntha tried to suppress it's effects.\n\n\" Say it again! Say 'ixen' again and turn off the bloody ring before it burns you from the inside out! \" Callos exclaimed loudly, looking towards the shore they were headed towards to see if there might be movement though he couldn't hope to see anything from where he was. When, if, the ring turns off a relieved smile would come to his face as he helped pull Grynde up from the deck and laugh shakily, patting the half-elf on the back with his good hand. \" Grynde, you know theres easier ways to kill yourself then immolation right? Don't startle me like that! \"\n\nAfter making sure that his rather dark and depressing companion was alright, Callos's head swiveled over to the hathran and he gave a brief nod to her. \" I'd like that..though I admit I want to press for an earlier discussion date since I can't know if both of us will survive our current endeavor...or have jhuild around when we finish...what ever that is. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael watches Grynde burn from his spot aboard the red boat.\n\n\"What the hells are they doing over there? If they wanted to kill him, they could have done something less visible!\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nFrom his slightly painful vantage point inside and outside the fire, Grynde screeches rather loudly one word, and tries to rip the ring off his finger with trembling hands.\n IXEN! " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "As quickly as it appeared, the holy aura vanishes and darkness returns to the Lake, leaving a Grynde-shaped afterimage temporarily burned into your retinae.\n\nGrynde appears to be no worse for the wear externally, though he is sweating and looks uncomfortable. He pulls the cloisonne ring off of his middle finger and glares at it." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner smiles back at Retay's comment regarding his axe. \"Very good, then, Wrymslayer. May it cleave many enemies.\" \n\nOnce everyone is aboard and skimming over the water, Tanner looks around to those in the boat with him. He was glad to have Retay with him. Looking the large man over, Tanner could not help but admire him. He could tell that he was a good soul, but he was worried that the barbarian would fall. Tanner silently vowed that he would do everything in his power to prevent that.\n\nThen, Tanner looks at Anika. Her shocks of golden hair were quite different than when he first met her. She also changed her name. In addition, it seems her personality has changed. This concerned Tanner, for her curt comments and identity crisis was foreign to him. \"It seems that she is hiding something, but I don't quite know what,\" Tanner thinks to himself.\n\nSpeaking of mysteries, Tanner looks at the feather-locked Khazrael. Talk about enigmas, this one takes them all. It is apparant to Tanner that outsiders are among this group, but while Tiriel is the light of day, Khaz seems to be that of the night. It seems that Khaz is working to overcome his heritage, but Tanner knows that he cannot do so alone.\n\nTanner then looks overboard and looks for his own reflection in the lake. He cannot see it for the waves and current, but he wonders what the others think about him. He considers to himself, \"This group lacks focus; a leader is needed. However, it seems that no one would want that...or at least want me to lead them. Everyone seems to have either their own agenda or they lack the skills - or the desire - to lead. Gond, guide me to help build the trust and favor in these men and women so that your work may be done.\" \n\nAs the cleric of Gond continues his silent prayer, the light of Grynde shines. Quickly turning to the source, he says reflexibly, \"By the Maker!\" He looks over at Anika and Khazrael noting that they seem to be the only ones with skills or items that could shroud the holy light. Just as he considers this start to be a bad omen, the light winks out; it lasted long enough for Tanner to realize the source. Looking at the others, Tanner says one word through clenched teeth that sounds more like a curse than anything else, \"Grynde.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been relieved when Damian and Grynde switched boats. She had not been looking forward to the idea of a multi-day trip in a small space with the two half-elves.\nSince she happened to be in the same boat as Adalmar, she listened to his discription of the tower and the encircling town with intrest. \" This is going to be more complicated than I thought. It's more of a seige than a straight forward battle isn't it? I don't have much experince with that sort of thing. At least we have some help this time though .\"\n---\nWhen the white light, and screams, issue from the other boat Tiriel reflexivily stands up, causing the boat to wobble, and she spends a few seconds regaining her balance. Then the light stops and Tiriel's left standing in the boat, feeling a bit silly. \" What in all hells was that?!?\" Once she figures out what had just happened she can't help but shout at the other boat, \" Callos take that bloodly ring away from him now before I come over there and do it for you!\" \n\nooc: she's shouting, not screaming at the otherboat. If the otherboat is out of range, then she'll be content to just talk to other passengers in her boat." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian immediately drops to crouch below the boat when Grynde lights up, and immediately begins scanning the horizon for any movement. This late at night, though... he glances over to Elthan and Fizahn quickly. \"Elthan. Fizahn. Scan the horizon - watch for any movement other than our boats. Hopefully no one saw that, or discounted it, and it's unlikely we'd see them in any case, but it's better safe than sorry. Is he all right?\" \n\nOnce things calm down, Damian turns back to Tiriel. \"I'd say your assessment is pretty much correct. I'd call it a 'surgical strike' - everyone else here is intended to provide distraction/cover while we go, as quickly as we can, to recover the item. I have had a lot of experience with this, though. I can offer a few suggestions if needed. The tactics needed are relatively straightforward, though they may be slightly unpleasant.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe ranger's gaze was unfocused as he recalled his memories... but he was startled out of his thoughtfulness by the sudden flames. They are taken care of fast enough, but he can't help being worried : \" Are you alright ? Grynde, Tryntha, Callos ? \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nNoting that Grynde is no longer in immediate danger, he glances to the yellow-robed hathran.\n\n\"So when we get close enough to the undead for a fight, are you gonna be able to back us up, or are you just here to pilot the boat?\" He asks with a smile." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika jumps and half draws her sword when the light from the holy aura hits her eyes, and then scowls and looks away as the light hurts her eyes, which had adjusted to the dark. \"Was that Grynde? It must have been from the ring he had... I think he had the cloisonne one.\" \n\nShe falls silent when Khazrael addresses the hathran . Since she has no knowledge of the hathran order, she has no knowledge of the respect a hathran would be due, but suspects that Khazrael's remark fell somewhat short of that level of respect." }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n I can honestly say that this was a rather large surprise...apparently Grynde isn't 'pure' enough to tolerate the ring's energies which leave two solutions...take the ring and pass it to someone else...or...teach him to be a better person which I already should be doing.. \n\n\" Grynde...it would appear that you using that ring is ill-advised...unless you think you can tough out the pain... \" Callos said a bit heavily as he glanced over at Adalmar's boat and called out back to him. \" Everyone's fine...sort of...Grynde needs minor burn wound treatment but other then that everyone's fine! \"\n\nAnother sigh then as he glared at the ring himself, why'd it have to be so picky like the other one had been? \" Hmmm...you could probably still use it you know...if your willing to let me help you out some. I think the ring burns because of your past...indiscretions, if you work past those things I think it would work for you, what do you say? Until then maybe we can see about you and the necromanerist switching rings so that you still get something for the payment you offered me. \"\n\nSure he didn't need to do that last part, technically he had done his part since the half-elf knew how to use the ixen ring, but Callos was anything is not fair and he knew that just as technically he had cheated Grynde out of what he had sought after in the first place...a usable magical ring." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"This is crazy. Another ring rejects the half-elf.\" Fizahn says, voice full of sarcasm. When he speaks again, his voice is condescending and mocking. \"You know, I believe we didn't want you to have that ring Grynde. Best to just pass it on to another person now. You know, someone who can use it.\" Fizahn's eyes widen when Callos offers to switch rings. His hand immediately goes to rest on his 'short sword's' hilt. \"So help me... Whomever! If you let Grynde anywhere near that 'kill' ring, things will not be pleasant. You didn't trust me with it, remember? I'm not the crazy person with rage issues! I'm just highly sarcastic!\" Fizahn's 'short sword' is partially out of it's scabbard, and he is glaring at Grynde." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner continues to watch the boat with Grynde as further commotion seems to continue. He concentrates and focuses his energies as he casts the spell to transform him into the celestial form like that of Tiriel. Using his ties with the positive plane, he 'locks' his spell so that it will continue to last. His cloak masks his appearance, and Tanner uses his new-found darkvision to scan over the waters to see if he needs to take flight to the other boat. He is glad to be in this form should the light or noise attract undue attention.\n\nDeciding to let the others handle it for the moment, Tanner listens for the Hathran's response to Khazrael's question regarding the upcoming conflict.\n\nEdit: changed Khazrael for Anika (see below); thanks BF!" }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala stifles a yelp and shields her eyes with her arm as Grynde seemingly explodes right next to her. \"What the...?!\" \n\nDragons, death threats, and half-elves suddenly turning as bright as the sun are a little beyond her ken from her experiences with other groups. She gapes as Callos talks Grynde through reversing the ring's effects--she was almost ready to push him overboard, if that would help. He probably wouldn't like that, or me, very much afterwards though. \n\nThese rings intrigued Gala. They could be a very useful tool in the battles ahead, used correctly. If nothing else, knowing which ring bearer could wield a holy aura in battle could be a good thing to know. She watches the exchange with interest but stays silent." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "All remains quiet on the Lake, though several of you remain on alert for a while after Grynde's activation of his ring.\n\n\n Khazrael \n\nNoting that Grynde is no longer in immediate danger, he glances to the yellow-robed hathran.\n\n\"So when we get close enough to the undead for a fight, are you gonna be able to back us up, or are you just here to pilot the boat?\" He asks with a smile. \n\nShe looks down at him through her mask. She does not return Khazrael's smile.\n\n\"We have been instructed to protect and assist you. Sons and daughters of Rashemen will die so that you may accomplish your mission.\"\n\nHer tone carries a hint of bitterness and skepticism that Grynde's blunder and the inter-party bickering have done nothing to assuage.\n\n...\n\nGrynde holds the cloisonne ring between his thumb and index finger. Will he choose to keep it, or pass it on to another?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n Well, somebody's gotta protect this place. \n\nHe responds, \"No sweat, lady, I just wanted to know if you need to be kept out of the way when things go south. Obviously, you'll be fine.\"\n\nHe tugs at the hem of his jacket and rubs off a bit of lint.\n\n\"I spent a lot of time down below. I'll have you know that prolonged exposure to cynicism has granted me quite an immunity.\"\n\nHe tosses her a wink and looks out over the water toward their destination." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner cannot help but like Khazrael after his comment and handling of the Hathran. \"Thank you, Gond, for steering me to this boat, \" Tanner silently lifts a prayer of thanks to his maker.\n\nTanner then looks at the Hathran and says in Rashemi, \"It is true that sons and daughters will die, but more will die if we fail.\" Tanner hopes that speaking the native tongue of the Hathran will allow her to save face - not that she would care." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "If the hathran is annoyed by Khazrael, she does not show it, or at least the mask hides any expression of disdain.\n\nThe hathran replies in the common tongue when Tanner speaks to her.\n\n\"That is exactly the point. I can only hope that you ... heroes ... will prove as effective in battle as the huhrong and the wychlaran seem to believe. Otherwise, many good men and women will die in vain.\"\n\nHer tone makes it clear that nothing she has seen so far has instilled in her much confidence in your abilities." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWhen the furor dies down a bit more, Damian looks to Tanner, Khazrael, and the others. \"As fun as the verbal sparring between all of you sounds, Tiriel's point from before was quite valid. This isn't a straightforward fight. The Rashemi aren't here to win. They're here to distract.\" \n \"I think we have to treat ourselves the same way. Which means focusing more on the goal rather than having everyone survive - I think the most important people to survive are those who can fly: namely Tiriel, Tanner if he's transformed, Khazrael if he still has spells, and whoever has this ring,\" indicating the ring he's wearing. \"We get the item, and the person who gets it gets out of there as fast as possible.\" \n \"I'm only mentioning this because it's not an easy reality to face, and I think it needs to be said. Personally, I think Tiriel should be the 'primary recovery' person, because her ability to fly can't be taken away, dispelled, or eliminated. Tanner, Khazrael, and the ringbearer can be backups.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "((Whooooooops. Sorry, it's hard to keep Tanner and Damian straight sometimes :D))" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay, Necromanerist \n \"What happened to not fearing death?\" growls Retay from his spot in the corner of the red boat. \"All of us here have accepted the risks. As long as plenty of those damn bloodsuckers die, I'm happy.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \n\"...but if you want Tiriel to be on retrieval duty, why not tell her yourself?\" \n \n\nOOC: he did Koji - Tiriel's in the same boat (gray) as Damian and Khaz is in a different one (red). X\| this makes formulating an ic reply a bit confusing for me." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": " Retay, Necromanerist \n \"What happened to not fearing death?\" growls Retay from his spot in the corner of the red boat. \"All of us here have accepted the risks. As long as plenty of those damn bloodsuckers die, I'm happy.\" \n\nThe hathran does not even turn around to acknowledge Retay.\n\n\"None of us fear death, barbarian, but it is not in our nature to waste life either - whether ours or yours.\n\n\"We will arrive at Shandaular in less than two days. I sincerely hope that you will be ready ...\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika remains silent in her boat, now (belatedly) wishing she had been able to work with Tiriel. The tension and bickering between party members would never help their cause and certainly wasn't helping the Rashemi respect them.\n\n(OOC: Damian has already said anything Anika would want to say to make people stop arguing.)" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n That was uncomfortable the slightly-elf says flippantly, and then stares at the cloisonne ring for several minutes, utterly vexed by why the rings all seem to hate him. Eventually, he replaces the ring to his finger, disgruntled, swearing to himself that he wouldn't say anything even remotely like the command word unless he had to. Sitting stiffly, he observes the other ringbearers, plucking up the courage to ask for a trade.\n The unholy one'd be the same, surely. I'm not evil. The dragon's out of the question. And this one won't work for just anyone......I've always wanted to fly... \nChewing on his bottom lip, he works out how best to phrase his thought, and then opens his mouth.\n As this ring doesn't like me, there should be some more trading going on to ensure it's in the hands of one who can use it best. But I won't just give it away. " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian bursts out laughing after Grynde's comment of \"not just giving the ring away.\" \"Won't... won't... Grynde, that's how you got the ring! Oh, this is just hilarious. My motives are questioned, yet I gave the ring away freely for the good of the group. And yet no one seems to be seriously questioning yours, yet you refuse to!\" He laughs a bit more, then manages to pull himself together, grasping the side of the boat.\n\n \"Sorry, sorry, that was likely uncalled for. It's very unlike me, as well - but, you have to see the irony from my point of view. Tell me truthfully, Grynde, should we even bother planning our siege? Would you even listen?\" The barest hint of a smile is still on his face, yet he seems quite serious." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks shocked at Grynde. His voice assumes its usual sarcastic tone once more. \"Oh yes. Excellent idea. Because we didn't just give you the ring. We made you pay for it. And we absolutely don't have the good of the group at heart. We're all only looking out for ourselves.\" He looks around at the rest of the people in his group. People in the boat: Me, Callos, Grynde, Aeroz, Tryntha, and Gala. People who could benefit from the ring: Hmmmm... Me, Callos, Aeroz, Tryntha, and Gala. Why is he so horrible? Fizahn looks at Grynde once more. When he speaks, he is exasperated and his voice has slightly threatening undertones. \"Fine. Keep the ring. Just know that you can't use it, and when you die, I will take it off your corpse and give it to someone who can use it!\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by barawn \n Damian \n \"I think we have to treat ourselves the same way. Which means focusing more on the goal rather than having everyone survive - I think the most important people to survive are those who can fly: namely Tiriel, Tanner if he's transformed, Khazrael if he still has spells, and whoever has this ring,\" indicating the ring he's wearing. \"We get the item, and the person who gets it gets out of there as fast as possible.\" \n \"I'm only mentioning this because it's not an easy reality to face, and I think it needs to be said. Personally, I think Tiriel should be the 'primary recovery' person, because her ability to fly can't be taken away, dispelled, or eliminated. Tanner, Khazrael, and the ringbearer can be backups.\" \n \n\n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nDespite the pit that forms in Tanner's stomach, the cleric realizes that Damian is right. The cleric of Gond turns to Khazrael and says, \"Khazrael, if you were to wear the ring Grynde has currently, would it have a similar effect and burn you like it did Grynde?\" Realizing that it may sound as if he is asking if Khaz has a good heart, Tanner adds, \"The reason why I ask is that if we plan on doing as Damian believes is the best course of action, then the ring may need to be in your hands.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael ponders Tanner's suggestion, and shakes his head.\n\n\"It burned him because, what, he's not pious enough, or just 'cause he's a jerk? I don't think it would like me either. I've got bad luck with that kind of thing, for obvious reasons.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \n\nKhazrael ponders Tanner's suggestion, and shakes his head.\n\n\"It burned him because, what, he's not pious enough, or just 'cause he's a jerk? I don't think it would like me either. I've got bad luck with that kind of thing, for obvious reasons.\" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nSighing heavily, a defeated look crosses the cleric's face. He says to Khazrael and the others from the group with him in the boat, \"Then I must face my destiny; for if we are to succeed with minimal casualties. then perhaps it is best that I wear the ring. Unfortunately, I believe Damian is right, and those of us who can fly should be the ones to get the kris. I believe that whoever wears the holy aura ring will be a wonderful target, and thus would be an excellent distraction for those we shall face. I could then allow Tiriel an opportunity to escape with the artifact. What do you think?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar remains silent during the discussion. He is trying to imagine how best to get the krys back, but he can't think of a good plan." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been sitting in silence, brooding over the fact that Grynde was keeping the cloisonné ring even though it hurt him to use it. He must be an idiot. Or incredibly selfish... probably both. \nShe hadn't thought much of Damian's plan and had decided to wait and see what everyone else involved thought before saying anything. But now that there were others supporting his idea she decided to stop the nonsense.\n\n\" I'm not leaving until Valentine's dead, destroyed, whatever. Even if I did get the dagger it seems pointless for me to leave since she could send those horses or bats after me and we'd be back where we started or possibly, worse. \"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Works for me, I guess. We just gotta make sure we don't leave the slowpokes behind, and none of us get caught without backup. Those vampires can't fly, but if they catch you, even one of them is strong enough to pin you down.\"\n\nHe rubs at his chin while gazing to Elthan.\n\n\"Wait a minute, you turned into a bat that one time, didn't you? How did that work? Can you do it again?\"" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\n(ooc: kuja_girl, it was Damian's plan actually. 😁 )\n\n \"Actually, Tiriel, I just assumed we'd have to defeat Valentine to get the kris , considering I figured she had it on her person anyway. That's what the Iron Lord suggested, at least. I was talking about afterwards . Killing Valentine won't make the rest of the undead in Shandaular disappear. Uh. It won't, right, Callos? I mean, it'd be great if it did, but...\" \n\nHe chuckles slightly, and looks at her with a grin on his face. \"See, the other reason I was suggesting that you be the primary person is because I don't really think anything can stop you from taking her out, and it seems like you have a serious desire to be the one to destroy her, too.\" \n \"But once we've defeated Valentine, we have to get the kris out of Shandaular and away from Sethra's forces. It does Sethra no serious harm if we recover the kris only to lose it again due to being weakened from the fight to obtain it. I know it may seem a bit premature, but if we don't have a plan for afterwards, that's the quickest way to fail.\" \n\nHe glances over to Callos, then back to Tiriel. \"The other thing to consider is that it's important that we reach Valentine as soon as possible, from what Callos said - before nightfall. Which means probably, what we want to do is have two of the groups flanking the third group, holding off any undead coming from the sides, and allowing the third group to move as quickly as possible forward.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Adalmar recalls that there are caves lining the cliffs below Shandaular. It is possible that they might lead beneath the city and provide an alternate means of entering the ruined city.\n\nThe caves and tunnels were narrow, even for adolescent humans, so the Rashemi warriors probably can not use them, but a small strike group might be able to worm their way deep undeneath the city while the Rashemi engage any defenders up above.\n\nObviously, some of your group can fly, but it is unlikely that the entire party can take an aerial approach.\n\nPossibly, the group could split up and take three routes - overland, underground, and through the air? Or perhaps it would be better to stick together?\n\n...\n\nYou discuss the options further before dropping off one by one to sleep, lulled by the rocking of the witchboat ..." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner turns to the hathrans in the boats and asks, \"Have you the means to scry or see clairvoyantly? It may help us determine the best course of action?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" Oh. Yeah, she had it last time we saw her. But even if we defeat Valentine, and get the kris, then what do I do with it? I guess I can just keep out of reach and try to help everyone... \"" }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n \"Well, if you don't think the Rashemi can fit, how do you expect me to get through?\" rumbles the barbarian. He turns to glare at Adalmar, as if it was his fault the tunnels were so narrow. \"Even if I can slip through, I'm sure to slow us down. And splitting up's no plan. They'd pick us off.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nWhile thinking Tanner hears Tiriel's and Retay's comments. He first asks Tiriel, \"Horses? You said that Valentine would send horses after you? When you can fly, why could horses hinder you?\" \n\nTanner understands the barbarian's distaste for being confined, and he agrees with Retay, \"You are right, Retay, we should stay together as much as possible. We do not want a repeat of what happened at the fort. However, if Valentine is a spell slinger, it may be useful to not group up so we are all the target of spells.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nClearly frustrated, Tiriel tries to explain her past encounter with the vampire's steeds, with much hand waving. \" How would I know?!? They weren't just horses, but some kind of demon-horse. They appeared out of nowhere on the second floor of the building we were in and then they set it on fire. For all I know they can just poof appear in thin air anywhere! \"\n\nooc: someone should feel free to jump in and help her out. really." }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\n\" I did see them fly from the window on the second floor. They managed to go through the walls without ever... going physically through them. It's hard to explain. \"\n\nUnconsciously, the ranger grips his bow tighter. He felt it would be his responsibility to limit the movement of those creatures - had Trinark called them nightmares ?" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Their called nightmares...and believe me the name is well deserved and they can very well catch Shiney if she tried to outrace them. \" Callos replied through the message spell and just by telling it to the other boats. He was reclining now against the prow of the boat with his spellbook open, already drifting off to sleep as he spoke. Part of him wanted to defend his actions to Fizahn...or to continue his conversation with Grynde which was something he had to address quickly...but instead he focused on relaxing and getting some much needed asleep." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner can only imagine what Damian's response to this new information will be, so he hopes to speak up before the mercenary cynically does by saying, \"Hmm...I see. This is good to know. What other forces or manner of creatures did you encounter that were either minions or under the influence of Valentine or Sethra?\" \n\nTanner takes mental stock - Vampires, ghouls, ghasts, and now nightmares - Gond watch over us all. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHe nods to Adalmar, and follows up on his description.\n\n\"I almost killed one of them, and I really wish I'd succeeded, since they're not easy to come by. They run between the planes as easily as a normal horse can move over solid earth. Their hooves are on fire, they breathe out thick smoke, and they can fly very quickly. They're pretty smart, too, I think.\"\n\nKhazrael leans on the side of the boat and looks down into the water.\n\n\"I can summon and control bats, but the vampires are a dozen times better at it than I am, and actually used my own ability against us last time. She had two or three other vampires with her, but I didn't see them use any magic or anything. They were young-looking men I think, one might have had brown hair, but I was halfway between darkvision and using the light from the fire, so I can't say for sure. I'd know 'em if I saw 'em, though...unless they can change their shape.\"" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel gives Callos a glare before ticking off the enimies that Tanner asked about. \" Well there was Valentine, the two vampires that Khaz found on the roof, the 2 nightmares and maybe a third that stayed with Valentine, a hoard of skeletons, and some bats. Oh and she was controlling some zombies when Anika and I first met her beneath Telflamm. I don't know if the ghouls were \"her's\" but we might find some of those again. \"\n\nOf the monsters listed only the vampires and nightmares cause Tiriel any worry. She doesn't acutaly remember being hit by the zombies, skeletons, bats, or ghouls so she views these as hindernces instead of \"foes.\" Though she does remember quite a few other people being badly hurt by them..." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian frowns when Tiriel mentions the nightmares, shaking his head slightly. \"Well, that pretty much kills that idea, then. If some of them are still able to chase after you flying, then getting the kris to a safe location, even after we eliminate Valentine, won't be so easy. I think the suggestion of a triple assault above, below, and on ground might be best for ensuring someone gets there, but will they have enough strength to fight Valentine if only they make it?\" \n\nHe sighs slightly. \"It's not an easy problem. I think, though, as much as splitting up might be against some of our notions, it might be best. If we come in as a group of 15 or more, we're sure to draw attention, and Valentine's forces will certainly be capable of massing enough forces in one location to repel us. Splitting up into three groups, we might get lucky and none of them will draw attention, compared to the Rashemi assault.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn stops talking as people begin discussing tactics. He didn't know how to combat undead. He moves to a spot on the boat where he could see everyone on his boat. He looks at all of the people on his boat with a neutral expression. Every time he looks at Grynde, he frowns. He seems to be deep in contemplation about something. His eyes seem almost closed, but he does not appear to be going to sleep anytime soon." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika sighs and sits back in the boat to listen to the conversation. She knows very little about fighting undead, especially large-scale assault of fortresses heavily guarded by undead. She remains silent, not having anything to contribute." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The hathrans shake their heads. \"The seers predict both weal and woe.\"\n\n...\n\nFor security, no open flames are permitted on the witchboats. As the temperature falls, frost forms on the surface of the Lake and the decks of the witchboats. You bundle together under heavy furs for warmth out of necessity.\n\nThe discussion of tactics and options continues in hushed whispers until you individually fall asleep." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nA look of concern washes over Tanner's face as Damian adjusts the plan. The cleric speaks his mind, \"Damian, I am confused. Before when we faced the ghouls, you wanted us to be together. Now, when we face ghouls, vampires, nightmares, and Gond knows what other evil creatures, you want us to split up. I do not think this is wise - especially when we have no means of knowing where the others are, what is happening to them, or any other tactically necessary information. On top of that, Sethra and Valentine have the ability to dominate those who are not protected by a ring or spell. It would be much easier to defeat a small group, convert them, and use them against another group. If we are together, we have strength in numbers, and we are able to coordinate our attacks or at least communicate with one another.\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "OOC: To keep the game moving I will ask everyone to weigh in IC (once) on whether you would prefer to stick together or to split up.\n\nOnce everyone has had a chance to vote, we'll advance game time to the next morning ... " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"That's because when we faced the ghouls, our goal was to survive. We were defending. That's not our goal here. We're attacking. We cannot choose lesser tactics simply to try to ensure everyone survives. It's not fair to the Rashemi, for one, who are certainly not trying to ensure that they all survive this raid.\" \n\nHe sighs, shaking his head. \"Look, I'm not suggesting it's a great idea. There are no great ideas, other than 'don't do it', in a siege like this. We split up, we might not have enough strength to fight Valentine when we get there. We don't split up, we probably won't have enough strength to get there. Communicating's a problem, but there are spells to deal with that, and hopefully one of our spellcasters has such a spell.\" \n \"But you have to understand. Look at all of the Rashemi around us. They're not here to fight a vampire. They're here to distract the rest of the undead. Which means there's enough to overwhelm us. Which means we can't draw their attention . Remember what Adalmar told us. They have a superior vantage point. They will see us coming if we attack in force.\" \n \"If we can all get to this central tower, we can rejoin again there for the final assault, and meet the more powerful enemies fully strong. Do I like it? No. Do I think there's another choice? No.\" \n\n(ooc: if it wasn't obvious, that's a vote for 'split up')" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nAs everyone moves together to protect themselves from the cold, Khazrael realizes that huddling together under warm furs might be the perfect chance to get a little closer to Anika, who has thus far been rather quiet.\n\nSomehow, he ends up wedged between Tanner and Retay, and wears an enormous frown as he weighs in on the matter of splitting up.\n\n\"I say we stick together. If we split up and only half of us come out of it, we're all gonna feel responsible. Staying in one group at least gives us the chance to watch each others' backs.\"" }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n \"I'm with Damian on this one. It seems to me like it would be easier to hide among a crowd individually than while being a crowd ourselves. If we are split up into groups, then Valentine must divide her attention to seek us out, which should slow her down a lot. Besides, having smaller groups makes it easier to hide, or flee, whereas in a large group in the streets, is more easily noticed and more easily fought.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks down at the group as a poll is apparently being taken. He stifles a yawn and looks at the people on his boat. \"Split up.\" That way, if Grynde's stupidity gets in our way, it'll only get one group killed. Unfortunately, that's my group... " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\n\" Splitting up holds the most pros and the least amount of cons in my opinion...though that doesn't matter as much as it used to. We have all the proper parts for a multi-pronged attack or for a stampede to a prepared force and I personally prepare the former. \" Callos replied drowsily from his spot on the prow, idly twisting the ring once more as he struggled to stay awake. If he fell asleep now then he knew something important would completely bypass him, more importantly he probably wouldn't like the end result either." }, { "author": "Frojoe21", "message": " Aeroz \n\n\" I don't know if splitting up is entirely wise. But if the consensus is that we should, then I'll support the decision. I'm just a little preoccupied thinking about the painful and untimely death that might await me in a few hours...\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nThe Rashemi woman felt it better to leave the strategy to those more familiar with the ways of combat. She knew some of the forces at her disposal could be used for offense and combat, but she knew the Rashemi way first and foremost. Steel and muscle, and when the steel and muscle grow...you make them strong again to fight on.\n\nShe catalogued her spells again, making sure she was fully prepared, considering praying for a few different spells come the morning based on the information about the demon horses.\n\nShe was just about to add her support for sticking together when Callos drowsily endorsed splitting up. Conflicted, she opted to support his claim as he seemed to carry the most weight with the group.\n\n \"Smaller groups may indeed succeed where one large group could be easily identified and handled en masse.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n \"Splitting up's too dangerous,\" insists the barbarian. \"I've seen it before - one person gets seperated from the group: they get swamped, and within seconds they're dead... It's not about survival. It's about getting at least one person in and out successfully. That won't happen if we're all in convenient bite-sized groups, ready to be picked off.\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nThe ranger ponders his answer for a long time. Finally : \" I think an aerial attack is a bad idea - fliers will be too noticeable and the combined strength of the nightmares and the vampires is too dangerous. If... no, when the nightmares are taken down, it becomes an attractive option.\n\nTiriel, if you need to fly faster, I could lend you my ring.\n\nI would be in favor of having a group going underground... if I was certain I could reliably guide us. As it is, I don't want to take the risk of wasting a precious part of our strike force.\n\nI say we stay together. We can still split up later - during the fight - if it seems appropriate. \"" }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala yawns and stretches before adding her two cents. \"Well, the way I see it, there's advantages either way. They may get distracted with multiple groups coming at them, maybe even split their forces, but when we fight I have a feeling we'll want all our strength combined. If we must split up, I'd say two groups at the most--one other team going underground may surprise them, but splitting into three might be dividing us a bit too thinly. Problem is, will we really be able to meet up again right before we take on those creepy vampires and their mounts? I'm not so sure...Adalmar may know his way around here, but we'd need at least two guides who know the place to get around and rendez-vous safely. So I think we should stick together, unless we're sure that half of us are strong enough to take on Valentine and her minions, in a worst case scenario.\" Having said her piece, Gala lays back in the boat near Fizahn and Grynde and listens to what the others have to say before succumbing to sleep." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"I'm not too worried about the hell-horses. I nearly killed them before--they only escaped because they shifted out of our plane and I couldn't follow.\"\n\nHe frowns.\n\n\"I still can't, actually--do we have some way to keep them locked in our plane?\"" }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nWithout a care in the world, Grynde settles down for what he hopes will be a few hours of good sleep before the ever-closer battle. Before he nods off, he hears Aeroz lamenting the possible decapitation awaiting them. Half asleep, he manages to speak out before slipping into blissful oblivion.\n Death's peaceful, life's alright...'s'only the transition that's the bad part... " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \n\n\"I'm not too worried about the hell-horses. I nearly killed them before--they only escaped because they shifted out of our plane and I couldn't follow.\"\n\nHe frowns.\n\n\"I still can't, actually--do we have some way to keep them locked in our plane?\" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner listens to the others and answers Khazrael, \"Aye, Khazrael, there is a spell called dimensional anchor . It is among the most powerful spells that I am able to cast, but it can only affect one of the nightmares.\" \n\nTanner than says, \"At any rate, we haven't heard from Tiriel or Elthan, and currently we have voted six for staying together and five for splitting up. What say you both?\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel shrugs. \" I've never been in a battle of this... magnitude before. But the other times we've split up didn't go very well. \" She says thinking back on Si'rene's death and when they most recently lost people in the Underdark.\n\" But that doesn't mean that it's a bad idea this time. I think that Gala and Damian have a point - 2 groups might be able to break through to the tower better than one large group. If nothing else, the surface group could be an additional distraction. But I'm not really sure if it's a good idea to cement a plan now since things could change before we even make land fall. \"\n\n\" I don't think I'll need to fly faster, at least not yet Adalmar. But thanks for the offer. \"\n[ooc: Tiriel will do whatever choice gets the majority vote, unless she thinks it's a bad idea, then she'll say something.]" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner looks at Elthan and says, \"I guess it is up to you, Elthan. If you vote in favor of splitting up, our votes will be split six to six, and that would mean that Grynde and Tiriel will need to cast their vote. If you vote for staying together, then that is what we will do. If you do not care to vote, then we will remain as a group. So, sir, what say you?\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nYesterday\n\nElthan quietly leans back over the edge of the boat, adjacent to Damians' seat. He does not move quickly to answer, but pulls his head up to reply. \"You don't need to worry about stepping on my toes Damian. I'm not sure how far I do trust you, but I think I trust you more than enough to let you borrow some of my spells, as long as I can use them again once I've rested. Thinking of it, if I split up my ability to cast with you, we could attack twice as fast, correct? A few of the spells that I know are inclined to someone more physically capable than I am as well. I have no objections working with you.\" \n\nHe turns his head and gazes off across the empty lake, contemplating how to answer the second part of Damians query. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what his chosen path of research was called. \"What am I? Just a Half-Elf and a necromancer last I checked,\" he jokes lightly, knowing that one or two, maybe more of the party, are not quite what they appear to be, \"But, I think I told you a bit of that earlier, didn't I? I use a different weave, The Shadow Weave, to harness my powers. I suppose I would be called a Shadow... Adept ? Yes, that sounds about right.\n\n\"I've never met one who could take spells before, so I honestly don't know what that would mean to you. I suppose we would just have to see if it will still work.\" \n\n----\n\nElthan rubs the back of his head as Khazreal bombards him with a series of questions. \"Eh... Yes, I do recall I did that before, at the waterfall when the boats were about to crash. The cloak I traded for in the Underdark can either let me fly, or change into a bat and fly as such. I wouldn't trust that its spell would last more than fifteen minutes at a time, and then not be usable for an equal period of usage afterwards.\" \n\n----\n\nElthan looks up from his contemplating to Tanner, having almost made up his mind on what course he wished for. He takes one moment to think a bit more, then sighs. \"I do not wish to start a tie, but I do not think in this instance staying together will bend the odds in our favor. In the previous times when we've split up, it was out of necessity, without goal, and without a definite time to regroup. Such splitting up never ends entirely well, as Tiriel has said it has not, but all three circumstances are opposite to our current. We have a choice, we have our goal, and we will not be here long before meeting up again.\n\n\"We do have the advantage of flight with many of our number, and should make use of it as much as possible. There are rare few undead who can fly on their own power. Splitting up as such would be an excellent idea, but, perhaps it should not be done so immediately. There are only a small number of enemies who can fly, but they are quite troublesome. Once they are dealt with, perhaps we could send our group of flyers ahead, or even use them to lure the Nightmares out and then send them in afterwards.\n\n\"I believe we should split up, but it would seem that will be up to Tiriel and Grynde.\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by King_of_GRiffins \n Elthan \n\"I believe we should split up, but it would seem that will be up to Tiriel and Grynde.\" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nWithout a hint of the frustration that wells up inside him, Tanner then says to Tiriel and Grynde, \"It seems we are back to you both, for we are tied.\" Please, Gond , Tanner prays silently, let these two not be contrary . " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nFrom his position asleep, Grynde finds himself rather uncapable of casting a vote. How he manages to sleep at this climatic time is a mystery to all." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n Ack. How'd I get myself in this situation? Tiriel asks herself aware of the many pairs of eyes now focused upon her. Thanks a lot half-elf , she thinks glaring at the sleeping Grynde. Then again, she wouldn't have been happy if he'd been the one to break the tie.\nShe mulls over the strengths and weaknesses of both sets of tactics.\nA large group can handle more foes and stands a better chance of forcing it's way through en mass.\nSmaller groups stand a better chance of going unnoticed and each group has their own odds of reaching the tower; if one group is delayed the others may still make it.\n...\nBoth were good plans. But Tiriel couldn't help but feel that both were flawed and that either way they were going to be corralled into the center of the town like sheep into a slaughtering pen. Not a pleasant thought that. Hrmm... sheep. No, sheep dogs. They were the ones that did the herding. The more dogs, the more sheep that could be herded... but if the herd split the dogs would focus on herding the split back to the main body.\n\nThat wasn't such a bad idea actually. If they traveled as one \"herd\" but had pieces split off only to regroup, and split again, and again until they reached the tower... Well, it might be confusing enough to work." }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn looks at Tiriel as she is about to speak. Such a commanding presence. Everyone focus on the tall blonde woman please. He quickly pads across the deck to where Grynde is sleeping. He leans closer to the half-elf and looks at him. I really don't like you. Wouldn't even weigh in your opinion on our tactics. Probably a good thing. I really want to get rid of you right now. I'm never going to though. You'll probably get killed long before you provoke me enough. " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" I don't like either choice actually. That's why I didn't want to vote in the first place. So. Well, I was thinking that maybe we shouldn't do either or that we should do both .\" Seeing the looks of confusion Tiriel tries to clarify what she means. \" I, well, I don't think it's a good idea to split up until we get a better idea of what we're up against. I also don't think it's a real good idea to charge blindly ahead even if the chances of survival are better as a large group. \n\" I guess what I'm getting at is that we should have an adaptable plan instead of plan \"a\" or plan \"b.\" But to do that, we really need a way to keep in communication, even if we split into groups. \" Looking up at Khazrael, Callos, and reluctantly, Elthan, she asks, \" Is there any way to do that? To keep in communication even if we're separated? \"\n\nooc: Tiriel isn't clued in to the particulars of the spell \"message.\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith a shake of his head, Khazrael shrugs apologetically at Tiriel.\n\n\"I can't maintain contact if I get too far away, or if something gets in between me and whoever I'm talking to. If the others are gonna be too far away to see, I can't think of any way to communicate with them.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"Having no communication is why I wanted us to stay together in our approach. It is true that we can alter our methods as situations develop as long as we are together to do so. If we are not, then only each individual group may adapt instead of selecting the best among us to perform a certain task.\" " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Line-of-sight wouldn't be so bad. We could easily stay far enough apart to not attract attention that way. If you're flying, Khazrael, line of sight is a long, long way.\" \n\nLooking over to Tanner, he shrugs. \"Of course the groups have to be able to communicate. That's a given. But there are always ways to communicate. The only question is how we do it. I wasn't suggesting we just blindly split into teams and have at it.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\n\" So maybe we should stay together, at least at first, and plan to split up later if we need to? \n\" There's got to be some better way to keep in communication... \"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner then nods and says, \"It is settled then, we stay together in our approach until a situation dictates otherwise. Now, we need to decide about our approach. Many of us are concerned that a large number of individuals walking through a fortified area will draw suspicion. Adalmar recalls the possibility of an underground passage that may bring us closer to our objective. So, the question is, how do we plan on our approach? Under or through?\" " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Having finally decided to stay together during the assault, you elect to continue the conversation in the morning, once your heads are clearer. Everyone agrees to mull over the options - overground or underground - while getting some rest.\n\n...\n\nThe Rashemi fleet sets off before dawn, pushing through the thin ice that formed overnight. The crackling awakens you, and you shake the frost from your furs before closing your eyes again, hoping to catch another hour or so of sleep while Tryntha and the other hathrans steer the warboats. Your three boats form a small triangle, with the red and yellow boat in the lead. The other Rashemi boats are invisible in the darkness.\n\nAn inarticulate cry of rage startles you fully awake. Grynde is sitting up staring at his hand. The cloisonne ring is gone ...\n\n\n\n\nOOC: Please submit a Listen check and a Spot check. I will send PMs depending on how successful your rolls were ... " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nShaking the sleepiness from his mind, the ranger turns to the source of the noise.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+14)[ 17 ] \n Spot - (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \n\nFor Kir :\n Listen - (1d20+16)[ 19 ] That's a 10 .\n Spot - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] That's a 36 .\n...though he may trouble expressing what he saw...\n\nedit : oops, I inverted the modifiers for Kir.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nRetay leaps to his feet, reaching for his greataxe until he realises it came from the black boat. He groans. \"What's the problem now?\" he demands.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner quickly looks over to the shout and cannot help but wonder why Grynde has not learned to keep quiet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAnger welling up inside of him, he stands up, looking towards the shortest person onboard, and clenches his fists.\n \n Spoiler \nListen...Spot...Check...\n \"Listen\" - (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \n \"Spot\" - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael starts his morning by leaning overboard and splashing frigid water over his face. Without batting an eyelash at the temperature, he removes his mirror from his pocket, along with his small pot of kohl, and reapplies his makeup.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20, 1d20=[17], [2] --spot check 17, listen check 2\n " }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian stirs awake, rolling his eyes as he looks over to Grynde as the source.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nTryntha had been looking across the water in the direction the witchboats were traveling. She enjoyed piloting the craft and wondered, as she often did, as to their creation. The shout from behind her had her spinning about, worried that winged, flaming horses from the abyss were going to be descending on them. Upon seeing the half-elf apparently unaccosted, she carefully glided over near him and leaned close to him, her ivory mask hiding her displeasure, but her voice, coming through as a harsh whisper, betrayed the venom she felt;\n\n \"If you cant learn to control yourself, you can start practicing swimming in freezing waters. You dont have scores of your countrymen throwing themselves in harm's way in the hopes that these three boats carry the salvation necessary to save their lands. Your spiritual leaders have not been murdered and impersonated bringing these evils down upon the lands. I will not have your outbursts ruining the chances of this plan working. If we have to we will tie you up and gag you....but that wont be necessary.....will it?\" \n Intimidate - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n\nShoulders heaving as she breathes heavily, Tryntha makes her way back to the prow of the boat. She signals to the other hathrans that all is clear and the should proceed. She grips the edge of the boat tightly with her hands to stop them from shaking, thinking to herself,\n\n \"That...was probably a bit too much. Perhaps I am still too quick to let me emotions guide my thoughts and actions. I must be able to put them aside and do what is best for Rasheman if I am to honor this mask and trust I have been given. Strength Tryntha. Have strength.\" \n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n\n -Edited descriptor to be more accurate -" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "[@Diarmuid - Grynde is the obnoxious half-elf, Retay is the barbarian....]\n\n Tiriel \n\nTiriel groans and rolls over after a quick peak at the situation. Whatever is going on isn't important otherwise there'd be more shouting... right?\n listen - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] , spot - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\n[ooc: holy-guacamole! those are good rolls for her...]" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n So much for that idea... \n\nHe thought with a sigh as he started to drift off to sleep. A longer day then he had hoped for was now ahead of him, and he would need all the sleep and patience he could muster to get through it without snapping mentally.\n\n---------------\n\nIt was in fact the inarticulate scream of rage that woke up the necromancer who had been sleeping rather peacefully. No nightmares, no restlessness or sleep walking....and it was disturbed by Grynde. Irritation flashed in his opal eyes as he rose from his sleeping position and glared at the half-elf. The hathran's approach seemed a bit...blunt to him and he had the feeling that it just wouldn't work either.\n\nInstead he got up and physically placed himself between Fizahn, and he was indeed looking at Fizahn, and Grynde. A stubborn look was in the necromancer's eyes but when he spoke it was...calmer then what might have been rightfully expected. \" What is the problem Grynde? And it had better be a good problem to warrant you screaming your head off on a mission requiring stealth . Take a couple of deep breaths and calm down some first, we don't want any...mistakes to happen that you've done before and if need be I'll restrain you until you are Grynde...so calm...then talk. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n OOC\n\nSpot: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \nListen: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika glares across the gap between the boats at Grynde. Augh. What is wrong with him... She absently watches Grynde, hoping for a better explanation for all the screaming.\n\n(OOC: Listen Check (1d20+7=25) \n Spot Check (1d20+13=22) )" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn rolls over in his sleep, and looks irately at the half-elf. \"Baravar Cloakshadow, or whichever diety Lissa's always talking about! Some of us, no, wait, all of us are trying to get some sleep. Keep it down and ignore your nightmares about whatever screwed up past you have!\" Fizahn rolls back over on his bedroll and buries his head in his pillow. \"Some of us actually have the brain capacity to understand a stealth mission,\" he mutters into his pillow." }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala is awake instantly when Grynde starts screaming right next to her. Narrowing her eyes, she settles back down when she realizes there is no immediate danger. Why, Torm, why must I be stuck in the drama boat? \n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nHe looks scornfully at Tryntha after her little display, contempt etched into his countenance, asides from the anger.\n When the women of this group have stopped embarassing themselves, maybe Fizahn would like to tell me where the ring went. \nHands balled tightly into fists, he stares at the short and apparently tired gnome.\n I wonder how much he values his head. Maybe he'd like his ugly mug more if I redecorated it with my foot... \n\n(OOC: Ooh, theft.)" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n \"Stick it Grynde. I'm still sleeping. Maybe when I wake up, we can discuss your inadequacies.\" Fizahn does, however, roll over to look at Grynde. He opens one eye slightly to make sure the deranged half-elf isn't about to stab him." }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although your three boats are at least 10 yards apart at the moment, quietly streaming directly westward into darkness, they had been moored together during the night.\n\n If indeed someone has stolen the ring from Grynde, almost anyone could be a suspect, though one would expect that someone would have seen or heard something in the night ...\n\n\n\nOOC: PMs have been sent detailing what your character saw and/or heard last night ... If you didn't get a PM, then your character slept through the night without any interruptions. " }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "No one admits to hearing or seeing anything overnight.\n\nGrynde grits his teeth as he looks at the rest of the party for help, but none seems to be forthcoming.\n\n\"First an assassin, then a murderer, and now a thief among us,\" Aeroz observes wryly from his position in the black warboat.\n\nThe boats continue to sail westward as a breakfast of biscuits and jerky is provided. You chew on the cold, but filling, foodstuffs as the sky lightens. The air is thick with hostility and resentment, mostly radiating from Grynde ..." }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika sighs. She is unsure as to who is the 'assassin' Aeroz is referring to--herself, or the mage Linda that had previously traveled with Aeroz. Linda had been possessed by Sethra and killed the group's cleric, Sedryn.\n\nAnika keeps an eye on Grynde and keeps mostly quiet as the boats sail on towards Shaundalar.\n\n(OOC: Augh! My grammar hurts! 🤢)" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nHis sharp teeth help him make short work of the jerky, which he seems rather pleased with the taste of. He does his best to ignore Grynde, whose bad mood has been making him more impersonable than normal." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nWith nothing particularly interesting happening to him, Retay returns to hunching in the front of the red boat, glaring at the horizon. He accepts the food wordlessly, tearing into it in a very barbaric manner.\n\nOccasionally, he can be heard whispering to himself.\n\n \"They... will... PAY...\" " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nWith a heavy sigh, Tanner takes wing and flies over to the boat where Grynde is located. \"What seems to be the problem here? The holy aura ring is missing? If I may say to whomever is hiding or may have picked up the ring, that ring is very valuable and may be the key to us succeeding the upcoming conflict. If you feel it is better served on someone else's hand, then so be it, but let us decide this as a group as we had done with our method of entry instead of taking matters into one's own hand.\" \n\nTanner looks at Grynde, \"I am assuming you still want to wear the ring, correct?\" (assuming an affirmative response...) \"Is there anyone else that does not have a ring that would wish to wear the enameled ring? Before you wish to accept, I may need to remind you that the ring seems to harm those who it deems to not be of a similar moral compass.\" \n\nTanner will wait to see if anyone else wishes to wear it before he himself throws his 'hand' in the ring." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian glances over to Tiriel and Elthan, in the same boat as him, and speaks in a quieter tone. Speaking to those in other boats requires a fair amount of effort, and the situation didn't seem worth it. \"Normally I'd say that I hope this makes Grynde realize that doing things on impulse when you're in a group of individuals at least as talented - if not moreso - than you are is pointless, but Grynde hasn't exactly shown himself tremendously capable of 'learning'. Honestly, I've never met anyone more capable of rationalizing his own shortcomings as the fault of others than that half-elf.\" \n\nHe pulls out one of the daggers in his belt, lazily twirling it, while still keeping an eye on Grynde and Fizahn. \"If he goes after Fizahn, though, I'll have to do something about that. Would he really be stupid enough to try to attack someone in a boat ?\" \n\nA thought crosses his mind, and he glances over to Tiriel. \"Hey, Tiriel - how exactly is it that you're able to - um - look normal? Are you restricted to just this normal form, or is it more like Anikawhateverherrealnameis? I just had a thought that we might be able to mask our numbers somehow.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn keeps a wary eye on Grynde as he goes about his business. Doesn't matter if I took the ring. He's going to jump me either way. He groans slightly as Tanner flies over to his boat. He doesn't pay much attention to the human, but does chime in at the end. \"It doesn't really matter who wants it, does it? Grynde doesn't have it; therefore, he can not give it to anyone. Not that he would, without payment. Everyone knows the first rule of business: The best deal is to barter that which is not yours. You make a better profit that way... Or was the first rule of business: Don't trust filthy goblins? I can't remember.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Callos \n\nIt was with a groan that Callos saw Tanner winging it over to his boat, much like how he had seen Grynde glaring at Fizahn ever since the ring had been stolen away.With a groan, the necromancer pulled himself up to his feet and stretched languidly.\n\n\" Tanner, I want you to listen to me very carefully and know I'm not picking a fight or argument, right now at least, but you have to stop deciding that every problem needs to be resolved with by everyone. The last thing we should be encouraging is herd mentality and thats all your really doing. You don't agree obviously, thats your choice, but I assure you we can handle things just fine by ourselves over here. Despite what you have implied we are perfectly capable of thinking for ourselves without your help and we were just as capable of it before meeting you. \" Callos said with a small sigh. It would most likely pick another fight he truly had no interest in pursuing but it had to be said before his own irriatation forced him to do something drastic like slapping the man. It was always clerics...maybe thats why he had never taken up the cloth instead of the book. Had always made sense to him anyway.\n\n\" Now if you'll excuse me, if you could come with me Grynde. \" He said curtly, turning his back to the cleric and gesturing for the hateful warrior to follow after him. Perhaps no sleep would be had but he could get something done right...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Gonna drag Grynde back to the Private Conversation thread. 😁 Let the theraputic healing begin!\n " }, { "author": "Matticus", "message": " Grynde \n\nAlthough Tanner may be speaking tactically, his little tirade makes Grynde chuckle out loud, and the sadistic smile present when he spoke about his past to Callos returns to his features.\n You're forgetting, holy dolt, that the moment I find out who took the ring I am going to craft them a new pair of ears, made entirely from their liver. \nTurning to face the necromancer, he sneers and reverts to common.\n Right, necromancer, sure, I'll talk to you. \nAt this point, he draws one of his shortswords, and will thereafter follow Callos to wherever he's intending to go. (Namely, the Private Conversations thread)" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "The sky remains gray and overcast. The surface of the water is smooth and dark, like slate, broken only by the 'V's the witchboats leave behind. As far as the eye can see to the north and south are Rashemi boats heading westward. Your three boats appear to be hanging back toward the rear of the fleet.\n\nWhile Grynde and Callos converse, the rest of you prepare yourselves for the battle ahead. With relatively little intelligence about the ruined city's defenses, you are mostly relying on Adalmar's adolescent recollections.\n\nYou have a variety of options, but will most likely need to choose your tactics once you have landed on the shores of Ashanath and can assess the situation.\n\nIt seems that no one is overly alarmed (or surprised) at the theft of the cloisonne ring. Many of you assume that Fizahn was responsible, though there are others among you who likely have the ability and/or motivation to filch the magic item.\n\nThe overnight shenanigans do nothing to alter the hathrans' already dim opinion of your characters. They remain silent as they guide your boats westward." }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel had been watching the proceedings on the other boat carefully. Callos was playing at being calm and rational but, in her experience, that usually didn't last long. And Tanner's intervention was irritating. He was proving himself a nosy busybody if nothing else and he didn't seem to understand that his \"help\" wasn't always needed.\n\nTiriel tears her gaze from the other boat to answer Damian. \" No it's nothing like either of those things. It's an enchantment and it only works to hide my wings, not much else. \n\" I don't know who took the ring but we'd better find out who has it before we get to shore. I didn't like Gynde having it but at least we knew where it was. \"\n\nRemembering what Khaz had said about magical communication last night, Tiriel tries to signal him. If there was someway that to talk without everyone over hearing they might be able to get to figure out who had the ring..." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n \"Beh, well, there goes that idea. Well, Anika, Adalmar, and myself can always stay out of sight to at least reduce our numbers by three.\" \n\nDamian nods at Tiriel's assessment of the missing ring. \"Yeah, I agree. There might be the possibility that the ring up and relocated itself on its own, too. We've got a better idea as to what the rings do now, but something like that wouldn't surprise me. Might make sense for each of us to check over our own possessions and see if the ring just showed up.\" \n\nHe shifts his gaze over to Elthan, the grim look on his face fading. \"Well, before nightfall and our resident drama queen interrupted us, to get back to us working together, I'm glad to hear you don't have a problem - it'd be best if I knew what spells you could cast and how often.\" He sighs slightly. \"At least it would be good to show the hathran that some of us can work together and treat each other as equals.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nSeeing Tiriel's gesture, Khazrael puts a finger to his lips, mutters something, and points at her.\n\nHis whisper drifts lazily on the air toward her, inaudible to even those standing in its path.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"What's up?\"\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Elthan \n\nElthan sighs as events finish playing out. It was hard enough sleeping without wondering if someone was going to kill him in his sleep (still a reasonable fear) and take away his wallet. He shakes his head at Grynde and replies to Damian. \"He's going to be a nuisance our whole trip unless we put some effort in making him less annoying. Nobody would be quite surprised if he had let the ring drop into the lake while he slept. I would feel sorry for the way he acts if I didn't expect him to tell me to stuff it down my throat.\" \n\nFor now, he rids the thought of the half-elf from his mind to contemplate on what he knew. \"Absolutely. Let's get down to buisness and see if we can't leave them some good impression. My former notes were lost, but I've rewritten most of them. All of the spells I know are listed in my notes, and are set into groups by tier. From each tier, I can cast five to seven times.\" While speaking, Elthan retrieves a thin, leather bound book form his pack and hands it over. The interior is filled halfway with minor observations, alchemical recipes, and the spell list in a small, sharp scrawl.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCheck my sig for my character sheet and take a look at the spells if you'd like. Command Undead might be one Damian and Elthan should share.\n " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel starts when she hears Khaz's question but grins when she realizes that he figured out what she wanted.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\"Do you know what happened last night? No one over here seems to and we need to know who has the ring. I don't care about returning it, we just need to make sure it wasn't lost.\n\"Is there any way you can include Anika and Fizahn in this?\"\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n\nThe shock of Callos' comments stops Tanner in his flight path. Then, when Grynde retorts in his own way, Tanner closes his eyes. He says, \"May Gond be with you all, then,\" before turning and flying back towards Immilmar." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nWith a sweeping gesture and a pair of extended fingers indicating Fizahn and Anika, Khazrael utters a sharp phrase and includes the other two in the message spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"Hey you two. Tiriel wanted to ask about the elf's ring. I don't know anything, did you guys see anyone? I'm kind of worried because I just realized that if it wasn't one of us, it could have been something a little more sinister that got ahold of our ring.\"\n \n\n\nSeeing Tanner fly off, Khazrael mutters, \"Oh, be damned,\" and dives off the side of the boat. In a shower of black feathers, he sheds his old form and becomes a ragged-looking halfling-sized creature not unlike a crow, but with four wings in a radial pattern around its body and a long trailing tail. Four red eyes sit in equidistant spots around its head, giving it a perfectly symmetrical appearance. He shoots forward, twisting crazily on the wind to match Tanner's pace, and shouts over the wind in a screeching, avian voice, \"Get back here you coward, our job ain't done yet!\"\n\n((Alter self to turn into a juvenile arrowhawk . See my character sheet for stats. The message spell still holds, Tiriel, Anika, and Fizahn can all talk back and forth through it.))" }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\n Fizahn jumps slightly as Khaz's voice appears in his head. He wanders away from the rest of the people in his boat. Once he finds himself in a secluded corner, he begins conversing through the message spell.\n \n Spoiler \n \"How much more sinister could the holder get, really? I doubt anything sinister could find it's way onto our boats. If it was a person, you'd think someone would have seen or heard something. It is possible that the ring rejected him in a similar fashion and just sorta slipped off his hand. It could have rolled down into a crack or something where we wouldn't find it. Who exactly is on this talking chain thing, Khaz?\" \n \n\n\nHe breaks off the conversation as Tanner flies away in a huff. A look of confusion crosses his face and he looks after the leaving fliers. He begins talking, hoping that they'll either hear him or it will be picked up by Khaz's message spell. \"Stop him Khaz! Tell him he's a moron. He's going to drown. There's no way he could keep flying all the way to shore. Tell him that boats move fast, especially if they're enchanted. Use your power of persuasiveness or something.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika jumps and has her hand to her sword before she realizes that it is Khazrael's voice she's hearing. She speaks out loud and in her mind, as she would have done for Yix.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"Khazrael? No, I haven't seen anything. I have no reason to steal it, if that's what you're thinking... I already have a ring, and Grynde hasn't done anything to me...\"\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Tanner Gondsman \n\nThe shock of Callos' comments stops Tanner in his flight path. Then, when Grynde retorts in his own way, Tanner closes his eyes. He says, \"May Gond be with you all, then,\" before turning and flying back towards Immilmar. \n \n\nElthan watches the proceedings with half interest, barely recovered from the events caused by Grynde. He switches his gaze back to Damian. \"This will not endear us at all to the Hathrans, will it?\" " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nHe was in a world of his own, between past and present, and so missed some of the exchanges between his companions.\n\nHe does notice Tanner starting to fly away.\n\nSlowly getting up from his seat in the boat - it would not be a good time to fall off it - Adalmar calls out once after the Gondsman : \" Tanner ! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nBusy times, here - it should be better in about a week.\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \nHe shoots forward, twisting crazily on the wind to match Tanner's pace, and shouts over the wind in a screeching, avian voice, \"Get back here you coward, our job ain't done yet!\" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTurning to see who/what is following him, Tanner's eyes narrow. He calls back to the black feathered creature which could only be Khazrael, \"Coward? No, I return to the people who will need me when you fail. I will die with them, among friends.\" Tanner adds, \"Unless that is your true form, I suggest you fly back to a boat with your friends .\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"Oh-ho! Idle threats from the holy man! I like it!\"\n\nThe bizarre bird-creature pirouettes at a sharp angle and dips low before climbing back up, streaking like an arrow through the sky. His screeching voice comes again, \"There's no home to go back to. Are you really going to enjoy your last few days surrounded by the people you failed to protect and act like you didn't throw the one chance to save their sorry asses out the window? Dunno about you, but I couldn't do that. I couldn't face them knowing I'd already crossed them off the list.\"\n\nHe pulls his beak back and tilts his wings at an angle, making his body vertical. Riding the current, he hangs in one spot and rotates rapidly, each of his four eyes locked on Tanner as he passes in and out of their vision." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Tanner Gondsman \n \"Save your strength, for I realize what you are trying to do. You lost me at coward.\" Tanner's cloak continues to move of its own accord, and he hovers aloft as he confronts Khazrael. \"There is a reason why the Hathran have no respect for any of us. Your actions as well as the actions of others in the group have shown this.\" Tanner sweeps his hands to indicate all the other boats filled with the Rashemi. \"They are doomed to die because of it, so I shall at least do what I think is right by joining them in their struggle and showing at least one of those the Ironlord trusted was with honor. I know you will do what you wish to do - just like the rest.\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\n\"If that's how you feel, human, then I won't try too hard to change your mind. We'll be sure to leave you out of the history books. If you have a change of heart, you know where to find us.\"\n\nThe great bird's wings all suddenly flap downward, propelling him straight upward. He levels out and dips down as he streaks back toward the others. He comes at the boat in a smooth, swift motion, and with another spray of black feathers, resumes his old form. He tumbles through the air over the last few feat of his journey and lands somewhat unsteadily on the deck, causing the little boat to jostle uncomfortably.\n\nHe shakes off the last vestiges of the spell, and chimes, \"He gave up. I did my best, but if anyone else wants to give it a shot, be my guest.\"" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Khazrael \n\n\"If that's how you feel, human, then I won't try too hard to change your mind. We'll be sure to leave you out of the history books. If you have a change of heart, you know where to find us.\" \n \n\n Tanner Gondsman \n\nTanner watches Khazrael fly back to the witchboat and says, \"That is why you are doomed to fail - this is not about glory or personal gain.\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel continues to converse through the message spell.\n I asked Khaz to let us speak it's just him, I, Anikia and you, Fizahn. So no one saw anything? This isn't good. Someone needs to ask Callos then... discreetly. We need to find that ring. \nWhen she sees Tanner fly off she stands up watching his progress. She was debating about whether or not to follow the priest when the weird-bird-that-is-Khazreal does so instead.\n\nAfter Khazreal returns suggesting that someone else might want to try to bring Tanner back Tiriel feels a few\neyes turn toward her. \" What? If he's leaving then he's leaving. This is what, the third time he's threatened to do this? \n\" Damnit all! Tanner for someone who talks so often of pride and honor you sure are quick to abandon people! \" Tiriel shouts.\n\n[occ: sorry, it's rather choppily written. It's hard to keep up when you miss a few days]" }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nDamian sighs as Tanner flies off, and looks over to Elthan. \"No, it won't. And I don't understand him, either, but that's typical of myself and clerics. Personally, half the reason I suggested splitting up is that there's simply no way to lead this entire group.\"\n\n\"I mean, it's hard enough with as many as we have. Add to that our various differences, and...\"\n\n\"In smaller groups, chosen well, we'd do fine. I don't know about Grynde. But other than that, it's tractable.\" \n\nHe sighs again, squinting off towards Tanner, and then looking back to Elthan and Tiriel,before dragging himself to his feet. \"I can bring him back, if you think I should. Personally, I don't know. If persuasion doesn't work, which I doubt it would, I doubt he'd be any help anyway.\" \n\nHe turns back to see Khazrael attempt to reason with him, and shakes his head. Won't work. Too proud. He respects none of us, and listens solely to those he respects. " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nA frown crosses Khazrael's full lips, and he shouts, \"Alright, that's one down. Does anyone else want to go? No? We're all set then?\"\n\n\"Grynde. Somebody took the ring you had. I don't know who it is, and as long as it was one of us, I don't care. I can't use it, you couldn't use it, and whoever took it probably isn't the kind of person the damn thing is looking for anyway. I believe that makes this a moot point from the practical point of view.\"\n\nHe ruffles his hair for a few seconds, thinking...\n\n\"It's important that we know it was one of us who took it. If Sethra sent something in the night and got ahold of it, he could find some way to get around it. So here's what we're gonna do. Take a gold and a silver coin out of your pockets--we've all still got our coin on us, right? Don't let anyone see what you've got, or in what hand you've got it. I'm gonna pass around my jacket. If you don't know anything, put a gold coin in one of the pockets, this one hear at the inside breast will work. If you know it was one of us who took it, put a silver coin in. If anyone comes forward with the ring, they win the whole shebang. If it's all gold coins, everyone gets their money back. If there's some silver in there and no one's talking, well...\"\n\nHe unbuttons the chain holding his jacket closed and slings it off. The shadows lengthen and deepen around him as he takes a coin from his pants pocket and puts it in the jacket. He proffers the garment up for someone else on his boat to take.\n\n\"If you're a little slow on the uptake, this means we'll know it was at least one of us, but nobody will necessarily have to take the blame.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nShouldn't be necessary, but sleight of hand roll 1d20+1=19 \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Tryntha \n\nShe had remained quiet since her outburst at Grynde. She realised her little tirade could probably have come off as a bit silly, and she did not want to lose any face in front of the other hathrans . She watched Tanner depart with little remorse. She realised that his beliefs and methods were different than hers, and while she didnt think them evil in any way she did not necessarily agree with all of them.\n\nKeeping her own counsel, Tryntha listened to the discussion about the missing ring and how to find it, and a sickening thought crept into her mind,\n\n \"Khazreal, I see one major flaw in your idea. What if the person who stole the ring just flew away? He mentioned multiple times that he would wear a ring if one were given to him, almost inviting or begging for such a course to be taken. And it seems that he has felt underappreciated for most of his time with us. Perhaps he decided to take something to justify the time and effort he has already put forth and left to go find his own way. I know I for one did not notice anything happening during the night. I dont see the need for this coin game of yours. We are all putting our lives in each others' hands. If we cannot be honest with each other in this...then we have little chance to survive the days to come.\" \n\n[roll-Diplomacy]1d20+7[/roll]\n\nShe observes the others as they respond or keep their own counsel.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGoing to make a bunch of Sense Motive rolls, and let DrB sort it out if I get any further insights.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": "Let's try a proper roll tag this time...\n\n Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nTiriel's eyes flash when Tryntha mentions that Tanner might have taken the ring. \" He better not have it otherwise he's going to have a lot to answer for. \" She looks back and forth between Tanner's retreating form and the people in the boats. What do I do? Should I wait and see if Khazreal's idea works or should I go after him? " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Khazrael \n\nKhazrael frowns at Tiriel.\n\n\"I hadn't considered that possibility,\" he says, \"But if he took it, what, are you gonna kill him? He's not a bad guy, I guess, just stubborn. If you wanna go talk to him, you could probably catch him.\"" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Although everyone agrees that honesty would be the best policy, it seems that there is nothing to lose by trying out Khazrael's idea. Those who remain in the boats pass around the jacket.\n\nOne by one coins clink into the jacket pocket as it is passed from boat to boat. Then the jacket is returned to Khazrael.\n\nHe turns over the jacket and the coins spill out onto the deck of his witchboat ... all gold coins. The coins are returned to each of you.\n\n...\n\nA dark, frustrated mood settles over all three boats. The cloisonne ring is missing. Tanner has left. The sun will be setting soon, and in the morning you will face Valentine ..." }, { "author": "barawn", "message": " Damian \n\nWith the boats closer, Damian looks over to Khazrael a bit curiously. \"Wait, if he did take the ring, why isn't he a bad guy again? Because he acted like he was a decent guy? If he was a thief, isn't that what he'd do too? I'm with Tiriel in that case, and I think Tryntha has a solid point. Tanner immediately deflected attention away from himself when the ring was found missing. I thought it was his natural hubris, but now that I think upon it, it would've been an excellent bluff as well.\" \n\nHe lifts his hands up in a gesture of frustration. \"Look, I'm not saying I think it's likely. If he is a thief, he fooled me too, and I take pride in not being fooled. But can any of you honestly tell me you've never met someone who would be able to fool you that well? Let me state this simply - I didn't take the ring. Anyone can search me if they want to. For that matter, I'll disrobe if people believe I could hide it that well. The only person among you whom I really don't trust is the one crowing about the lost ring in the first place.\" \n\nHis eyes flash to the horizon, where Tanner had flown off. \"Which means either Grynde lost it himself, the ring lost itself , or Tanner took it. Don't get me wrong. I could easily see Grynde dropping it in the ocean.\" \n\nHis eyes flash blue looking off into the distance as he asserts his arcane sense, glancing back to the others. It would be unlikely that he'd be able to recognize the ring's dweomer hidden on someone, especially with the other rings and items around, but this late in the day, there would be no harm done. He slowly looks over the others - including the hathran - and then attempts to look over in Grynde's boat, seeing if possibly the ring had fallen somewhere - for that matter, looking in his own boat, and at the last remaining.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect Magic , first/day. Yeah, it's pointless, but at this point Damian's feeling as if they've been tricked, and stabbing in the dark to prove that he wasn't just conned.\nAlso Search - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] .\n " }, { "author": "namo", "message": " Adalmar \n\nAdalmar sits back in the boat dejectedly. He mutters : \" We're losing an ally, and for what ? \"\n\nHe notices Tiriel communicating with Khazrael, then the whispered conversation but does not remark on it.\n\n...\n\nHe replies firmly to Damian : \" Tanner wouldn't do that - I know it. Besides, if all he wanted was a ring, and he is as good as you say, he could have gotten one very easily back in Immilmar. \"\n\n I'm pretty sure it's Fizahn. I like him, but I hope his little prank will not cause more problems down the line... He very carefully avoids looking at the gnome.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAdalmar comes a bit late to the discussion...\n\nHe can read the lips of the people using Message, but will stop observing them once he realizes it's a private conversation.\n\nBtw, he'd like to learn gnomish too, but I don't see Fizahn having a lot of time to teach today.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Retay \n\nThe barbarian still stares at the distant figure of Tanner. \"Well,\" he growls. \"Whatever happened to it, we probably aren't getting that ring back. I only hope that that coward didn't get something so valuable.\" \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Of course, that's Retay's opinion, not Naleh's.\n " }, { "author": "Aveda", "message": " Gala \n\nGala's fists ball up as she watches Tanner's form shrink, headed back to where they had come from. As she listens to the others comment her eyes narrow until she finally slams her fist into the side of the boat. \"Dammit! We're just being torn to pieces here. Tanner was a powerful ally. I'm with Adalmar--I don't believe he'd take the ring and leave us like this. If he'd wanted to, he could've flown away while we were still sleeping, couldn't he?\" She takes a breath and glares at Callos and Grynde, still in conversation on the other end of the boat. \"But I don't think it was his intention to leave us until just now.\" " }, { "author": "blackfox", "message": " Anika \n\nAnika frowns. I bet Fizahn did it... I won't say anything, though. It'll just get him torn to pieces. \n \"Tanner certainly didn't act like the type who would steal... he seemed to be upright and so on. Of course, I of all people ought to know about putting on an act... I suppose he could have been fooling us, although I find it hard to believe.\" " }, { "author": "Erikkin", "message": " Fizahn: \n\nFizahn laughs as suspicion is cast upon Tanner. \"You seriously think he's stealthy enough to have stolen the ring? Interesting...\" " }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": " Tiriel \n\nUtilizing the message spell Tiriel replies to Khaz, Of course I'm not going to kill him! \" Tiriel says in disgust, But this isn't good, not at all. We were relying on that ring for this battle. And while I doubt that Tanner has it but I don't think I can rest easy until I ask him myself. And I guess I'll try to get him to help us but I'm not sure how well that'll go. \n\nTiriel hands Adalmar her pack, \" I'm going after the priest. Please watch this for me until I get back, Damian has some of his stuff in there too. \" Then giving one final glance at the assembled boats, Tiriel takes off shedding the illusion that conceals her wings.\n\nooc: Darius/Dr.Bob - Is Tanner moving at his normal fly speed or faster?" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by kuja.girl \n Tiriel \nooc: Darius/Dr.Bob - Is Tanner moving at his normal fly speed or faster? \n \n\nooc: Normal" }, { "author": "kuja.girl", "message": "[ooc: Darius - moved Tiriel and Tanner's conversation into the PC thread ]" }, { "author": "Dr._Bob", "message": "Tiriel returns shortly before the sun sets. Her face says it all. Tanner is not returning.\n\nYou share one last meal together as darkness falls. The assault fleet is on schedule. You will reach Shandaular before dawn ...\n\n\nOOC: End of \"The Necromancer's Pact VII: The Rising Tide\". New thread is up at http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=3470401 ! " } ]
[ { "author": "Maryring", "message": "Paddyfool: http://www.rpgwebprofiler.net/view.php?id=48592 \nAmiria: http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=6623 \nOzzy_G: http://www.rpgwebprofiler.net/view.php?id=48404 \nSkenardo: http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=6658 \nOOC thread: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...t=30869&page=3 \n\n(Greetings. I am the Guardian Angel of Hope. I will be watching over you on your journey. Yes, you will be going on a journey. The journey will go over mountains, under the ground, and across oceans. You will be taken through the sands of time, you will stride through the tower of the ages, and you will be touched by the light of divinity. All thanks to your own spark of divinity. Keep this spark. Guard it. It will be the thing that will allow you to fight, survive, win, and eventually restore the light to the spreading darkness. So is the prophecy of Hope.)\n\n The streets of Sapphire port is busy as usual. Named because of the large blue sea it lies next to, and known for its size and grandness. Everywhere people are bustling back and forth, bartering as if their life depended on it. There really is nothing that can't be found in this city. Baztikk, Lisaa, Sasha and Bronsk are all wandering one of the main streets of Sapphire port. The street is filled with voices and people yelling and talking, however the talking suddenly stills as a commotion breaks out by the guard station. Those close enough can see that a young girl is arguing with one of the guards from the station. \n \"It is true. I promise. Please, I beg you. You have to help me.\" The girl pleads innocently. \n \"Shut up.\" The guard replies, as he brutally slaps the child across the face, causing her to bleed from her lips. \"We are very buzy here, and we don't have time to kids and your pets.\" \n \"But.\" The girl tries to object but is shoved to the ground by the guard. \n \"Didn't you hear what I told you? Now get out of here before I arrest you for causing a ruccus.\" \n (Sapphire port is plagued by bandits who pay orphans and street urchins to bother and distract the guards of the city, so that thieving becomes easier. Children also have very few rights in Sotonia unless they come from wealthy families. Most children living on the streets have very little chance of surviving to adulthood on their own.) " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk Sieffson\n \nThe lean young Nord with the ragged brown hair watches the scene awkwardly. A patch on his shirtsleeve in the shape of a cross with a green leaf marks him as a professional healer and herbalist. His garb is simple, but well worn from travel.\n Breaks my heart to see these things happen. And one so young, too... \n After a few more seconds' indecision, he walks to the guard station, and offers a hand to the child.\n \"Here,\" as he speaks, the man's voice is rough and accented. \"Let me help hyu up.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The girl looks up at Bronsk uncertainly. \"Th-thanks.\" She stutters and stumbles to her feet with the aid of Bronsk. \"P-please. You have to help me.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha Corrine \n\nSasha was a couple yards from the incident as it unfolded; she was perched on a small bench, arranging the multitude of scrolls within her backpack so it wouldn't lean to a side. Those who've spend some time in Sapphire Port have seen this girl running errands for a local wizard. Indeed, though few knew her by name, most knew the young blonde woman, barely an adult herself, by sight. Her clothing was a simple robe ensemble, a pastel blue that matched her eyes and cinched with a simple white belt. Although a dagger was tucked into the belt, this was mostly for sure; tucked in by her right hand was an ivory wand, most likely a much more dangerous weapon in her hands than a dagger of any kind. Despite her profession, a silver holy symbol hangs from her neck, declaring her to be a follower of Isis.\n\nAs the incident unfolds, Sasha mostly keeps her eyes lowered; she's never been one for confrontations, particularly since some guards considered her young enough to be a nuisance still. Despite this, as the woman shoulders her more comfortable backpack and carefully picks up a stately raven from the ground, apparently her familiar, she sneers at the guards. \"Thank the gods we have such big, strong men to protect us from sweet, innocent children.\" She sneers angrily, her voice rising somewhat more than she intended." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n\n The healer raises an eyebrow. \"What's wrong? Iz someone ill?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa Silvershadow \n\nLisaa walks through the street with the hood of her cloak pulled up when the agitated voices makes her aware of the ongoings at the guard station. She stops and watches as the guard pushes the girl to the ground.\n\nAs the two humans meddle in the dispute to aid the girl, Lisaa approaches the group. The small, cloaked figure glares at the guard from under the hood and speaks with a melodic, female voice. \"What has she done that requires such rudeness ? She just needs some help !\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The brute of a guard turns towards Lisaa. \"This is none of your business stranger.\" The guard replies before pushing himself through the crowd and back into the guard station. \n Meanwhile, the girl tries to explain the situation to Bronsk, but she stutters and repeats herself. \"Yes. Y-you see t-t-that m-m-my dog and, and, and.\" She swallows. \"M-Mia and, and. There w-was this s-s-sound you see, and t-then all t-these s-s-stones began to f-fall down. And, and... please you h-have to save Mia.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks alarmed, his shaggy eyebrows leaping up on his face.\n \"Someone iz hurt, yah? Lead me to him, maybe not much time!\" He frowns and looks around, thinking quickly.\n If she can be moved, it may take more than one person. \n \"Lady,\" he says, suddenly, pointing a dye-stained finger at the oddly-cloaked lady. \"If hyu feel pity, come and help! Thiz one says there's someone hurt by rocks.\" \nBronsk glances briefly at the other person to enter the scene, but then shakes his head\n No more than a child herself. No sense getting her involved too.\n \"Lead!\" He says to the girl, his hands already sorting through the pouches along the bulky belt at his waist. \"I will follow.\" \n " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe slender woman turns to the healer with the accent. \"I heard it. Yes, I will help.\" She removes the hood of her cloak and looks around to see if any others want to join them before her expectant gaze falls on the child." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "The shaggy-haired young man goggles at the elf in front of him, how that the hood has been removed.\n By Ingshath! Such beauty! \n He looks down hastily, conscious that he's been staring, and mumbles\n \"Thank hyu, M'Lady.\"\n A soft but insistent growl rings inside Bronsk's head \n Keep hold of your wits, you addled Bugbear! You've seen elves before!\n \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The girl seems to finally have regained her composure, and she smiles joyfully at the prospect of receiving help. \"Yes. Thankyou, thankyou.\" She begins to pull Bronsk after her towards the exit of the city. " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nEven as the apprentice gathered her things and prepared to leave, her eyes stay on the young girl. Most children, after pestering the guard, disappear... this one had found two strangers, and seemed to be talking to them, rather excitedly. \"I wonder what's wrong?\" She asks the raven in her hands, who blinks and stays silent. Transferring the raven to her shoulder, she hurries over, dodging through the crowd with minor difficulty.\n\n \"Excuse me? Is everything all right?\" When she reaches the man and the elf, she looks down at them quite curiously. Although young, she's quite tall and stands with her shoulders back, eyeing the people curiously. \"I just wanted to know if she needs help...\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa follows the girl and the healer and looks over her shoulder to the young woman. \"Yes, there is probably someone hurt, maybe in a collapsed building.\" The elf quickens her steps and overtakes the girl to look her in the eyes. \"What happened ? Did something collapse ?\" \n\n((Maybe roll Sense Motive for me if she answers my questions.))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Nonono. No building. In the mountains. Me and Mia and my dog was there, and then suddenly there was a rockslide, and Mia and my dog was trapped in a cave under it, and Mia asked me to run for help, and, and I can't get her out from underneath the rocks on my own.\" The young girl answers with enthusiasm. She does seem to be honest, but worried. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \"Mountains!\" Bronsk exclaims, stopping for a moment. \"How far away? If it'z a rockslide, we need tools maybe.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nAt the explanation, Sasha gasps dramatically, clasping a hand over her mouth. A rockslide... the poor dears... \"I can ask my employer, he's a wizard... he may know a spell or two to help remove the rocks.\" As she speaks she recalls the scrolls in her own pack, wondering if any of those would be of help." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The girl tilts her head curiously at Sasha. \"Magic? Yes, magic can work. Just please help Mia.\" She then turns to Bronsk. \"It is far. Up in the mountains. When Mia got trapped, I ran and I ran and I ran, and even then I got tired many times. We have to go very far, and we must hurry. For if it becomes dark, I will not see where Mia is.\" She explains without drawing her breath even once. \n " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa stops and turns to the young woman. \"Are you sure that this wizard will help us ? Magic is very expensive.\" , she asks with a doubting look on her face. Lisaa looks up to the mountains looming beyond the city and then at the child again. \"But it happened today, right ? Or did you run through the night.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"It happened today. Mia took me out early this morning, and we spent a long time in the mountains. If we hurry, we can be there before the sun begins to go down.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks speculatively at the sky, and then turns to the elf and the young yellow-haired lady.\n \"We must hurry, but... Hyu two; hyu know where to find some er,\" Bronsk furrows his brow for a moment \"er... Ruckstrackers, er...Shovels! Shovels. Yes? Five minutes may save an hour if we haf them.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha shakes her man at the older man with the strange accent. \"I wouldn't know, but surely a shopkeep here must have some... this is a port city, after all, you can find almost anything. And the wizard is a fine man, he would surely donate a spell to save a child.\" She says this last question to the elf, and although she has a confident outlook, inside she is worried. What she says is true, if only she can get his attention away from his studies... \"If I am not back soon, leave without me; I will catch up.\" With that, the apprentice takes off at a brisk run, skirting around villagers as she runs for the wizards study. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"There should be an ironmongery nearby. Picks and crowbars might also be useful. But not too much or we'll be slowed down.\" , says Lisaa and points down the street. She looks after the blonde woman as she darts through the crowd. \"I wonder if she will find us again outside the city ...\" \n\nThe elf turns to the girl. \"You must be tired and hungry. Here, eat some of this.\" Lisaa opens her belt pouch and presents some trail rations. Then she takes off her backpack and also offers her a waterskin. \"And something to drink. Dry food requires a good amount water.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The young girl gratefully accepts the food offered to her by Lisaa. \"Ah. Thank you kind lady.\" She replies with a smile before nibbling on the food. \n Meanwhile, Sasha arrives at the home of her employer. She enters the building and finds the old arcanist in his study, reading a dusty old tome. At the sound of her entrance however, he slams it shut and exclaims in frustration. \"Is it impossible to get a little peace and quiet in your own study nowadays?\" He turns around and notices Sasha. \"Miss Sasha. What is the meaning of this?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk nods, and sets off in the direction the elf pointed towards the ironfounders. When he arrives, he looks decidedly agitated.\n \"Hexcuse me! I need quickly to buy two er, shovels and a pick! There's been an accident in the mountains!\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"An accident you say?\" The attendant exclaims before swiftly retrieving the goods Bronsk requested. \"There you go then. That will be two gold coins per shovel and three gold coins for the pick. That makes... seven golc coins total please.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \"Right.\" Bronsk reaches a chemical-stained hand into a pouch at the oddly-bulky belt at his waist and pulls out a small leather purse. He hastily counts out seven shining gold coins and places them on the counter.\n So much for a nice inn tonight. , he thinks to himself.\nHe snatches up the tools, and trots back to the street where he'd left the two women." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa and the girl are still where the healer left them. They stand near a wall and nibble some dried fruits and nuts. \"Hey, we are here !\" , shouts Lisaa and waves. She puts the waterskin back into the backpack and looks at the tools. \"We could take of the metal ends, they would fit into my backpack. Then the shafts would be easier to carry. We could use them as walking sticks.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n \"Excuse me, sir, my apologies.\" The sorceress hurries through an apologetic curtsy, before excitedly approaching her employer. \"Sir, there's a child in the mountains that's been caught in a rockslide... I was hoping you knew of some spells that could help her.\" She bites her lip, hoping that the man isn't irritated enough to give her a hard time over this." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk catches himself staring again and quickly looks down at the ground. He frowns for a moment. \"They would be loose later then, yes? I can carry them; it's not a problem. Has the other girl returned?\" he asks, looking around." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"A child trapped in the mountains? Serves them right for playing there. It really isn't my problem.\" He turns back to his workbench. After a short amount of silence, he speaks again though. \"Although... I suppose I should help you. Now let me see if I have anything you can use.\" He searches through the mess of his workbench and pulls out a few scrolls. \"I am not sure what the situation is, but take these and see if they might be of use. I expect you to only use them if you have too though, and I also expect you to return those you don't use.\" He says and hands Sasha a scroll of Grease, a scroll of Animate Rope, a scroll of Reduce Person, a scroll of Enlarge Person and a scroll of Floating Disk. He ponders the situation, and then pulls out a black and green wand from his robes. \"Take this wand with you too. It might be of use if you need to actually destroy the rocks. Do be careful with it though. If it were to hit someone, the results could be lethal.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Alright, but I can take one of them.\" , says the elf and puts the backpack on again. \"No, she didn't return yet. But she said the we should leave without her and that she'd catch up with us. The city is big, I have no idea how much time she needs to get to this wizard ... and convince him to help us.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk bites his lip thoughtfully as he slings the tools across his shoulders, and nods, finally.\n \"Yes. We should quickly go. I will carry these tools, M'lady.\" He turns back to the child. \"Hurry! lead us to your friend.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nFor a moment, Sasha was quite apalled with her employer, and debating raising a fuss until he finally deigned to help. So very kind of him. \"Thank you so much, sir. I'll return with these immediatly.\" She promises, loading the scrolls carefully into her bag, and bending a corner of each one to remind her which were her bosses and which were hers. She sticks the wand carefully into her belt, next to her ivory one, being quite careful not to accidently set it off; she one accidently struck herself in the leg with a Magic Missile doing this, and limped for a week. With a respectful curtsy, the sorceress takes her leave, half-sprinting through town in hopes of finding the man and the elf before they leave." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The girl nods slightly, then begins to pull in Bronsk and Lisaa. \"Yes. We must hurry. Must not keep Mia and Bing waiting. She and Bing maybe harmed and maybe hurting.\" They begin to walk through the streets, towards the exit. As the exit is getting nearer, they hear the sound of someone running behind them, and notice Sasha barely catching up with them. \n After much walking and chatter from the young girl, they finally find themselves arriving at the scene. Before them, they see a large part of the mountain side covered in mostly round rocks of all different sizes. \"It was here... I think.\" She says and points to a large rock surrounded by several smaller ones, which seems to cover a cavern of sorts. \"Mia. Are you in there?\" The young girl shouts towards the rock. \n \"Yes. I'm here. And you're not going to believe what I found. Oh, but that can wait. Did you find someone to help?\" A feminine, young yet mature voice calls out. \n \"Yes. We're gonna get you out, and Bing too.\" She then turns to the group who promised to help her. \"Please help me get Mia out.\" \n (The area is quite similar to the picture below. Mia should be buried beneath the uppermost part of the rockslide, with some rocks above her cavern, but most below.) \n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk heaves a sigh of relief that this 'Mia' is still all right.\n \"We'll haf hyu out of there in just a minute!\" the lean Nord hefts the pick and strides up towards the top of the scree, and begins clearing away rock." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa looks at the mass of stones, lies her bow to the ground and takes off her cloak and backpack. \"Only one pick ... the shafts of the showels will break if we use them as levers.\" She begins to roll, shove and throw away the smaller rocks that lie in front and atop of the cave." }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nAs the two more physically able people go to work on the rocks, Sasha slowly draws the black and green wand from her belt. Hopefully, her employer knew whay he was talking about. \"Okay, sir, let's see what this does...\" She whispers, and experimentally points the wand at the rocks near where the man is digging, praying that it works.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming a Spellcraft roll to activate the wand blindly...\n Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "======OOC: Rudo, I think it's Use Magic Device========" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As Sasha probes the wand, the knowledge of the contained spell flows into her mind, and she identifies it as Lesser Orb of Sound. She whispers the activation word and a piercing clear sound shoots out from the wand and into the rocks. One of the rock cracks and breaks into several small pebbles. Lisaa and Bronsk meanwhile move most of the rocks, and finally, there only seems to be a few stones that are too heavy to budge for even Bronsk. There is also the huge rock blocking the cave entrance, which not even everyone together manages to budge an inch. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk wipes a bit of sweat from his brow as he tries to catch his breath after the most recent attempt\n \"Whew! This one will not move. Can hyu use the wizard's wand on this one?\" he asks, apparently talking to Sasha." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa breathes heavily and schlepps herself out of the way. She rests against a rock and drinks from her waterskin. \"Yes, try to weaken it with some well-placed shots. Then we can shatter it to pieces with the pick.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\nFrom the other side of the hill, anyone listening can hear a scramble of rocks and a wolfish growl. Over the course of a few mintues, the sound of clattering rocks seems to move across the ridgeline above the rockslide.\n\nEventually, a small well-dressed hobgoblin pops his head over the side of the ridgeline, carefully eyeing the assembled group.\n\n[Sotonian] \"These rocks, nasty unstable little blighters, wot? You all out 'ere on a pleasure cruise or som'ing?\" [/Sotonian]" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk's eyes widen as he sees the creature above the rocks and hears its unitelligable babbling \" Zunds! Aef Trunchkin! \" He steps forward a pace and brandishes the pick at the hobgoblin\n \"Stay back! Lisaa, Sasha, watch out; there are more maybe! \" \n Careful, Bronsk... \n " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha was busy aiming the new wand, looking for a good place to fire the shot, when the sudden appearance of a strange man caused her to yell the activation word in surprise, releasing an unexpected blast of sound into the rock. Turning, she draws not her dagger, but an ivory wand at the creature. As nice as it is to hear her mother tongue and not the commonly-used traders talk, she'd heard enough stories of robbers on the paths to know to be wary." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " [Common]\"Oy! Watch where you're waving that stick; you'll have som'uns eye out if you're not careful. Wish you adventuring types would stop 'ssuming that there's naught but bandits outside the city walls; why on'y last week I got a nasty scratch from some would-be hero.\" \n\nThe hobgoblin pauses, and then sets down his pack slowly.\n\n \"Perhaps I should indroduce me'self. Name's Baztikk, commisioned guard for the Trader's Union for the better part of two years. Here's me papers; most people don't believe me until they see them. Though honestly, most people don't believe me after they see them either.\" \n\nThe hobgoblin slowly unfolds a piece of paper tucked into his waist. An arcane mark glows a brilliant yellow on the page, and the contract indeed describes the terms of the hobgoblin's legitimate employment as a caravan guard." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa is quite flabbergasted by the sight of a well-dressed sontonian-speaking hobgoblin. Eventually she picks up her bow and stands up. [Sontonian] \"So, this sounds interesting. And what are you doing here ?\" [/Sontonian], asks the elven woman." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\nThe yellow-skinned hobgoblin bows slightly to the elf, appreciating her recognition of his linguistic skills.\n \n[Sotonian]\"I were out hunting; nothin' like fresh rabbit, eh? I hear you lot making a ruckus, and decide to come see what's the commotion all about.\"\n\n[Common]\"So what's all this about, then? Unless you all be the rock-breaking brigade, I imagine there's something you're looking for. Mayhaps I can help?\" \n\nThe hobgoblin gives an uncomfortable look at the pick still brandished his way, but tries to put on his most diplomatic face." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The blast from the wand managed to create several cracks in the large rock, but it didn't do enough damage to it so that it crumbled. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"There is someone trapped in a cave. This rock is the last obstacle.\" Lisaa climbs onto the rock against which she was leaning earlier and turns to the healer. \"He is nice enough and this writ looks legit. I think it is safe if you use that pick for its designated purpose.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk lowers the pick warily, but seems a bit more relaxed now that casual conversation seems to be happening, nonethless, his voice is tense as he says \"If hyu wish, M'lady.\" He turns to the hobgoblin with a scowl on his face \"I am Bronsk. If hyu wish truly to help, help us move this rock.\"\n " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " \"A rescue? How thrilling! Not foh them, o'course. Now, moving that stone. Looks nasty heavy, but I'll do what I can.\" \n From the top of the cliff, the hobgoblin grabs his pack and then slowly picks his way down to where everyone else is. He examines the rock carefully to see if there's anywhere that he can get some leverage on it to help push. \n\nSearch: (1d20+6)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " There is a small crack between the rock and the cave beneath. With a lever, and a lot of strength, you might be able to tip it over and make it roll down the mountainside. Through the crack, you can also barely make out two shapes. One that looks like a dog, and one that looks like a human. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Putting his mouth to the crack, Baztikk calls into the cave. \n \"Allo in there! Don't worry yourself, we'll 'ave you and yer pup out of there in no time.\" \n Turning back to the group, he points to the crack that he found. \n \n\"I think we can pry this rock away, but we'll need summat like a crowbar. Any of you got something along those lines?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf rolls her eyes and smiles dryly at the healer. \"I told you to get a crowbar, didn't I ? Well, but the four of us might tip it over if all push it together.\" She lies the bow down again and climbs to the top of the rock.\n\n((I guess this can work as a Strength check for the strongest character (Bronsk ?) and the others use the Aid Another action.))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks bashfully downwards and coughs \"Sorry. I was rushed.\" he straightens up again and wedges the pick into his oddly-bulky belt and clambers up to the top, following Lisaa." }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n \"Hold on, I think I can loosen it up a bit.\" Sasha declares, eagerly removing a marked scroll from her pack. Unrolling the parchment, arcane words can be seen written in luminescent ink that seems to shift and shimmer on its own across the page. Her trained eyes follow the words carefully, and holding the parchment in one hand, she begins to recite the words in a strange tongue, using many strange hissing and clacking syllables. Her free hand, her right one, draws a strange gesture in the air, before she steps forward and places her hand where the boulder and the surrounding rock meet each other.\n\n Casting Grease " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " At first, the stone barely seems to budge, however, once Sasha completes her magic spell, it becomes much simpler. She and the young girl barely have enough time to get away from the rock before it comes tumbling down, thanks to the combined efforts of Lisaa, Bronsk and Baztikk. \n \"Ah, thank you so very much.\" The young girl squeals and dashes into the cave. From where she is standing, Sasha can see both the girl named Mia and the dog she had just helped. Mia is a beautiful maiden with red and blue hair. She is clothed in a cloak coloured in all the colours of the rainbow, and she is holding several scrolls. The dog is a rather large dog, almost resembling a wolf except for its docile behaviour. What is behind them seems far more interesting though. Right behind Mia is a large door, built into the wall of the cave. The entire door seems to be covered in strange markings which she can't dechiper from where she is standing. \n Mia, the girl and the dog all walk out of the cave, and Mia bows respectfully before Sasha. \"Thank you so much for getting me out of there and taking care of Astrid for me.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk clambers down from above the cave mouth, his shirt made dirty by dust and sweat. He bows stiffly, ruffled hair waving about his head. His voice is thick and accented as he says \"Of course. It is our pleasure.\" He peers behind her at the doorway in the mountain. \"What iz that?\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha grins and mimics the bow in return. By her garb, the woman seemed to be a follower of Iris, and therefore due some respect. \"It was my pleasure, though the men and the elf did most of the heavy work, I'll admit.\" She speaks politely, but her eyes keep getting drawn to the door, like a child's to candy. After a few strained moment, she's unable to resist. \"Excuse me, I must see...\" Leaving that statement there, she steps around the woman and hurries to the door, growing excitement at some great discovery." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin doesn't join the rush towards the runed door, and instead squats down on the ground with his hand outstretched to the dog. He calls to it quietly, offering it a piece of dried rations he draws from his belt pouch. \n \"Poor little fellow...that couldn't have been fun.\" \n Baztikk looks up from the dog for a moment, and looks right at Mia. \n \"That's a lot of scrolls you're carrying there. What brought you up to this neck of the woods?\" \n\n((OOC: Using lycanthropic empathy and diplomacy on the dog. Other lycanthropes might notice me communicating.))\n\nDiplomacy: (1d20+9)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa climbs down to the opening and bows slightly. \"My pleasure.\" She casts a side glance at the hobgoblin and the dog but then she also looks a the large door behind Mia." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The great dog seems to respond gently to Baztikk's offer, and gently takes the treat offered. Mia smiles towards Baztikk and strokes the large dog. \"I'm... honestly not sure. I can see it is a door but... I have never heard anyone mention it before. I took Astrid up here to teach her a little about Lady Shiba and nature. We weren't planning on going here, since the area isn't very safe, and it is quite far from town, but Bing sensed something. The two of us chased after him up here, and I found him standing outside this cave. Before I could get him to leave, the rockslide was triggered, and I had to get both of us into the cave in order to avoid being killed by the rocks. Luckily Astrid wasn't caught in the rockslide, so she managed to get away and get help. That is, you.\" She smiles a grateful smile at the three standing before her. \"While she was gone, I noticed the door and tried to understand what it means, why it is here and what it is all about. Unfortunately, I can't answer as to why it is here, or why no one knows about it. The scrolls are mostly about Lady Shiba, but two of them are blank, and the other two I've used to write down the runes and symbols on the door... Oh. Pardon my rambling. I tend to talk away and forget what I'm speaking about, or who I talk with. I feel that I need to repay you for helping me out and taking care of Astrid. Do you want some money perhaps? Or access to the Church Library? Or perhaps a place to stay? You seem like travellers. Oh... there I go blabbering again. You really have to apologize.\" Mia replies with a blush. \n After carefully looking at the door, Sasha has to resign and realise that she does not understand what the runes mean. There is no drawings to get a meaning from either. Only seven strange symbols close to oddly shaped holes in the door. \n The symbols resemble \n A green \n A white \n A red \n A yellow \n A blue \n A purple \n And finally, a brown " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk clears his throat, looking a bit uncomfortable. \"I could not ask for a boon; it'z only what should be done.\" he rubs the back of his neck, looking no one in the eye. \"But...if the Church library holds teks on medicine or herbs...I would enjoy a visit, sometime?\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nA deep, regretful sigh escapes Sasha as she realizes that the runes are indeciphrable, as of now. Such a shame, a wonderful opportunity wasted. With a last, longing look, she turns and returns to the group. \"I'm not a traveler, I'm employed as a wizard's aide in the city. And I wouldn't mind some coin; I'm a student, and always in need of wands and scrolls.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa smiles and quickly ponders over Mia's chatter. \"I'm Lisaa. There is no need for remuneration. But a meal and a roof for the night would be nice. We traveled quickly for several hours and then removed all those rocks. I'm quite worn out and the day is getting short.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin scratches the friendly dog behind the ears, pleased to see how well it responded to him. He then looks at Mia appreciatively. \n \"Um, well. Can't say that I can take much credit for the rescue...only came along at a lucky time is all. That been said...I wouldn't half mind getting a nice roof for the night. Not always a simple job, getting meself a friendly inn. Besides, can't say I'd mind chatting to your lovely dog a little more.\"\n\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Of course. Just drop by the church tomorrow and I'll arrange it so that you're allowed to use the library.\" She turns to Lisaa and Baztikk. \"And I'm sure I can find some housing for you tonight. I will take care of that.\" She then turns to Sasha. \"Unfortunately, I can't pay you much but...\" She pulls out a small purse and empties the contents in Sasha's hand. A few gold coins and a few jewels glimmers and glows in the light. Sasha counts the valuables to be worth approximately 50 gold coins. \n \"Yes. And now we go back home. Mia and Bing is safe, so I am happy. You have all been very nice.\" Astrid suddenly bursts out. \"Mia, can I go home now?\" \n \"Yes, of course. Let's go back.\" She turns to the group. \"You're going to come back with us right?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk smiles.\n \"Jah, of course. I'm just glad hyu are both well.\" \nHe brown eyes shine with excitement as he thinks ahead to browsing the library.\n Just think what I can learn! " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Looking around at the others, the hobgoblin flashes a very friendly smile. He picks up his pack, settling it on his shoulders, before falling into step behind the dog. As they start to depart, he pauses for a moment. \n \n\"Say...I can't help but think that there might be summat valuable behind that fancy door. After all, people don't just build those sorts of things for no good reason. I'd like to have a poke 'round ere tomorrow, see what I can unearth. Any of you interested in joining me? We might get more out of it by pooling our resources.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nThe sorceress quickly coints the coins, then slides the bag into a pocket of her robes, reminding herself to add it to her purse later. \"I appreciate your generosity, and I am glad everything turned out all right.\" She nods to the woman, then turns her attention to Baztikk, her eyes shining at his proposal. \"I would love to come back with you tomorrow! Any chance to learn more about this door would be amazing...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"So you're going to return here tomorrow?\" Mia asks. \"Well, I can understand that. I have to admit that I'm a bit curious as well. Want me to help sir... hmm. Now that's funny. I don't think I've gotten your names.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, I also want to take a closer look at this door tomorrow.\" , says Lisaa and picks up her cloak, backpack and bow. As the group starts to walk she turns to Mia. \"As I said, I'm Lisaa.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk gives an aggrieved look \"I am Bronsk Siefsson, healer and herbalist\" He indicates the patch in his shoulder, as he hurredly gathers up the tools" }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"As I said, me'name's Baztikk. Caravan guard extraordinairre! Now, let's get ourselves back into the city before dark falls. We'll all be needing good meals and some rest if we're to accomplish much tomorrow.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " \"I am Sasha Corrine, it's a pleasure to meet you.\" Sasha grins happily at Mia as she talks. \"If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind joining you all for dinner myself; the kitchen's a bit bland at the wizard's place.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Lisaa, Bronsk, Baztikk and Sasha. Those are some nice names. I am Methraniane Neraniane Tsukino, priestess in the service of Lady Iris. But call me Mia. That is the name I use among friends.\" She takes Astrid's hand, and the group begins the travel back to Sapphire Port. The trip back is quite uneventful and they are back in the city as the sun fades in the horizon and the moon rises into the heavens. At the gates, Astrid waves goodbye as she runs home, while Mia leads her guests to the church of Iris. The building itself is a quite large building, consisting of a square white base, with a dome in all the colours of the rainbow on the top. Along the walls, several windows of stained glass depicts various saints of Iris. Mia takes the group through the garden and through a side entrance normally reserved for those who live in the church. Mia leads them up some stairs, through a hallway and into one of the rooms in the hallway. \n The room is quite, consisting of a bed for one person, a bookshelf filled with books and a table with six small chairs next to it. The only light into the room comes from a window with its shutters only partially closed. On the table is a wax candle, a pestle and mortar and two bowls. One seems to have been often have had burning things in it. \"This is my room. If you would please stay here while I arrange food and lodging for you.\" Mia says before she leaves the room. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Walking over to the bookshelves, Baztikk begins to peruse the topics, but carefully doesn't touch any of them. As he looks, he speaks in a quiet, slightly concerned, voice. \n \"I've never had much time for gods and religions, least of all the human ones. So many of them seem to have some kind of problem with my kind. I hope there isn't any complex ettiquette I'll need to follow here.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa sags down on one of the chairs. \"So, here we are again. Let's see what they have for supper. But maybe I rather sleep at the home of a friend of mine. The beds in churches and monasteries have a bad repute.\" , she says as she lifts her smirking face.\n\n((I really expected that the temple of Isis wouldn't be in Sapphire port but in some village nearby. 😳 ))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk sits on the floor, looking at nothing much. \"What do hyu think that door in the mountains was?\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Well, people don't generally go dropping fancy doors in the wilderness for no good reason, do they? Far as I know, locked doors are meant to keep people out, or summat else from getting out. An those 'oles an symbols, that's a riddle or a fancy lock or summat, eh? Any of you every hear stories about something valuable around 'ere?\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha shakes her head as she cradles the raven, which had sat quietly upon her shoulder this entire time, in her hands as she leans against a wall. \"I have never heard of any sorts of legends, besides the usual: Witches, demons, shape-shifters...\" For a moment she goes eerily quiet after the last one, before continuing. \"Oh, don't worry about ettiquette. After hours, churches are usually rather informal, and travelers tend to be pardonned more for bad behavior... My parents were clergy.\" She hurries through the last part by way of explanation, tapping the symbol of Isis that hangs from her neck." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin's ears perk up as Sasha speaks, and he gets a whimsical smile on his face. \n \n\"You say witches, demons and shape-shifters to all be in the same category? But I've met some goody-two-shoes nature lovers who happen to have that particular talent. Surely not all who can change their form are evil?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk clears his throat noisily, looking decidedly uncomfortable." }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n \"Oh, of course there are exceptions.\" Sasha agrees eagerly, stroking her raven as she speaks. \"But that just proves the rule. I mean, for every friendly and peaceful 'nature lover', there are two or three who would use that power to punish anyone who they see as enemies of nature.\" For a moment she goes silent, indecisive about wether she should continue, but she does go forth. \"Besides, have you not heard the legends? Of people who are so horrible and evil, that some nights they turn into the very beasts they are inside, then run about mauling decent folk and raping virgins? Obviously there's some folklore to it, but there are some horrid things in this world.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, shape-shifters are a part of nature ... for good or for evil. I think that a part of their bad reputation comes from fear. They are mysterious and more powerful than normal people, but they look like them and could live right amongst them. I can understand why they are feared ... and why people always expect the worst of them. However, these legends that they go on a killing spree some nights seem to be true.\" , says Lisaa and leans back on the chair. \"I've also heard an increasing number of rumors about them in the streets. Anyway, back to that door. It was build for a reason. maybe a vault is behind it or a crypt.\" \n\nShe turns to Sasha. \"Have you transcribed the symbols ? Maybe we could find something about them in the library.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha shakes her head. \"I've never even seen them before, not that I know of, anyways. If they don't mind me looking through the library, I could try to find something on them, though.\" She lets the subject of shape-shifters drop; obviously, she was quite uncomfortable with it." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "The lean young Nord says nothing, but crosses his legs beneath himself and closes his eyes.\n\n Vakri...are you there?\n Yes. \nThey don't know, do they?\n I do not think so...But I think you should join them in their investigation for now...\n\n Bronsk seems to be concentrating on something. \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Just then, the door opens slowly, and Mia enters with a large tray. Upon it are five bowls and five spoons. The bowls are filled to the brim with hot stew. Mia unloads the bowls on the table, then walks back to the door. A young boy appears in the door and hands Mia another tray with five cups and a mug, before he bows before her and leaves. Mia smiles after him before she closes the door and begins to unload the next tray. \"I'm sorry that it took such a long time. I hope you haven't waited too long.\" She says, placing the second cup on the table. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk remains silent for about half a minute before opening his eyes with a start.\n\" Sorry! I must have drifted off! \" He sniffs the air and smiles \"If that iz stew I smell, then we are to be good friends indeed, Mia!\" \n\nWhen the others are seated, Bronsk tucks in to the stew with great enthuiasm." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin politely nibbles some of the stew, but doesn't eat much. He quietly listens to the conversation drifting away from the topic of shapeshifters, although he gives Bronsk a strange look as he appears to zone out. \n \n\"I'd 'elp with the bookwork iffin I could, but my reading isn't the best. If I could get another look at those stones, I could probably make a guess at what they do. I've had more than a few opportunities to dissect traps and the like.\" \n Turning to their hostess, Baztikk brings his yellow-skinned face into a gentle smile. \n \"Thank you again for the stew. Could I ask you an awful big favor? I'd like to let me boss know I won't be there in the mornin'. Could I leave a note here at the temple which someone could take to him during their normal errands? He's right in the main merchants square, it's a safe area and an easy place to find. I'd also like to bring a couple extras with us to the cave tomorrow. You don't happen to have a crowbar and a collapsible long wooden pole that I could borrow?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa listens to the conversation of her companions and notices their reactions but she remains silent until Mia appears. \"It's alright, Mia.\nThank you.\" , she says and turns her chair towards the table." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia smiles and snaps her fingers over the mug. \"Akirono, Deva, Nairo, Skanio, Ektifiser, Aquario.\" And with those words, the mug is filled with crystal clear water. She pours the water into each of the five cups then turns towards Baztikk. \"Yes. I'd love to do you that favour. And though I'd love to help you with the other things, I am afraid I don't have any such tools.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"Ah well...never mind. I'm sure we can make do without them.\" \n Taking a scrap of paper out of his backpack, Baztikk scrawls a quick message to his employer, and hands it to their host. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk handles his cup a little awkwardly.\n \"I would like to know; what is it you do, Mia? Research?\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nAs the others speak, Sasha listens with earnest, politely sipping the stew from her bowl. For the first time, the bird seems to really come alive; she stretches her wings, then flaps down to the table to stand besides the bowl, looking up at Sasha expectantly. The woman looks at the raven, then carefully sifts a few small pieces of vegetable onto her spoon and blows on them until cool, before offering them to the bird, who chomps on the items hungrily. \"Thank you again for your hospitality, Mia.\" She says, nodding her head to the woman as the bird eats." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods happily towards Sasha as she accepts the note from Baztikk before she turns to Bronsk. \"Well, I do that too. I love history and lore, so I read quite a lot of books. I do work her primarily as a Healer though. It doesn't take up much time though. Since people doesn't get ill very often, and since Iris has blessed me with magical powers from her, I rarely have to work hard to cure my patients. It does happen that I have to travel to villages with epedemics and the like, so I also get to see much of the world. When my abilities as a Healer isn't needed, I sometimes lead Sermons and Prayers. My superiors think that I have too much book knowledge and too little social knowledge, so I'm usually left alone with my studies. Oh, and I also work as a teacher for the children who are training to become priests.\" She suddenly shuts up and rolls her eyes. \"There I go again.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk perks up a little \"A Healer as well! Iz good there's little enough illness. The plants here in the South are very strange, though. I've had to relearn almost everything.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Coming out of a reverie, the hobgoblin poses a question to the group which has been troubling him for a while. \n \"It seems strange that this door hasn't been seen before. It seems like the sort of thing that people would have talked about, but you said that you hadn't heard of it before. Was it visible before the rockslide?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa silently spoons her stew and listens to the others with half an ear." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia ponders the question. \"No. Well, the cave was visible before the rockslide that trapped me happened. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to dive into it. However, and do know that I've almost never been on that particular place before, I have never seen that cave in all my days here at this church. I have never heard anyone speak about it before either, and I haven't read anything about it, but that might be because I simply weren't looking. I don't know, but I'm going to try and find out now.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "The Bronsk runs a hand through his ragged brown hair \"I wonder. Sometimes the spirits of the world use gates to travel from their world to ours...\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"Spirits? You're telling me some wispy-bodied ghost made that door? No way mate, I'm betting on dwarves or summat. If they're not digging something up, then they're burying it again.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I don't think that Bronsk speaks of undead. But maybe something just as dark, creatures from the lower planes or something like that.\" , says Lisaa as she finishes her meal." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk waves a hand, suddenly animated. \"No no no. The Spirits are not just gespenst and devilkin! The spirit world iz much more! All haz spirit, from the rocks to the trees, to the animals. Even the water and air! The demons and ghosts and angels are just other spirits. Less subtle, but still spirits. Not all of them are evil, and many, yes many are helpful! Hyu must only understand them first.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Keep yer mitts on. All I'm saying is that I don't care how many spirits you've got wandering around in the rivers and lakes; that door wasn't built by dewdrops and rainbows. Someone had to chisel the rock, at least that's how I see it.\"\n\n There is a pause, and the hobgoblin consider's Bronsk's point some more. \n\n\"Of course...if what ee says is right about there being all sorts o' spirit-likes...then I s'pose we can't rule it out. In any case, only way we'll ever know is to get our hands dirty tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia finishes her meal, then stands up. \"It is getting late. If you wish, I can show you to your rooms.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk shakes his head at the hobgoblin before rising from his seat as well.\n \"Thank hyu. I could use the rest.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Following Bronsk's lead, Baztikk also thanks his hostess for the meal and then gets up to follow them to the rooms. As they stand, he goes over and talks to Bronsk queitly. \n \n\"I 'ope I didn't say nothin to offend you. Didn't mean to speak 'gainst your beliefs, but I was just saying I'd ne'er seen anything like what you were saying. So no 'ard feelings, right?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks at the hobgoblin with an appraising look in his eye.\n There's more to this one than others of his kind... \n Finally, he speaks.\n \"I offer a trade; if hyu listen with an open ear, I will not threaten you with tools again. Deal?\" He offers his hand, with a half-smile." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n A smile comes to the hobgoblin's face. \n\n.oO(At least he's got a sense of humor. And he doesn't seem as hostile to me as others often are.)\n\n Shaking Bronsk's hand with his own yellow-skinned hand, the hobgoblin feels relieved. \n \n\"It's a deal. When we're out there tomorrow we'll all 'ave summat to contribute. I won't be standing in anyone's way. Besides...if there is some kind o' spirit 'anging round that door, it'd be nice to 'ave someone nearby who knows 'bout that sort of thing.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa follows Mia to the rooms and watches the scene between Baztikk and Bronsk. \"Thanks, Mia. And good night to you all.\" , she says and enters her room.\n\n((You spake of rooms . How many are there ? One for the men and one for the women or single rooms ?))" }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": "Sasha smiles widely at the men as they shake hands. \"See, now, I've seen men tear apart one another for less. Good for you two.\" She nods to the men, then to Mia, before heading into her room as well.\n\n((Ditto on the room question.))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " With a smile, Mia guides her guests to their rooms. The boys get one room, and the girls get one. \"Have a good night then. I will see you tomorrow.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"Oh Mia, would it be alright for me to have a look through the library if I wake up early? I'd be interested in reading up on any local legends about that door.\" \n After she answers, and they've entered the room, Baztikk sits down on his bed and looks around at the sparse but comfortable accomodations. He says goodnight to Bronsk and lays down to sleep for a couple of hours. When he awakes again, he pads silently out of the room and goes downstairs to the library in order to look through the books. He examines the shelves, hoping to find some books on local legends and myths, and reads as many as he can, hoping to find a lead on the origins of the door. He remains there, quietly reading, until everyone wakes up. \n\n((OOC: Ring of Sustenance means that I only need two hours of sleep. I move silently through the house, but only to avoid rudely waking people up. I also don't light any candles, I read using my darkvision. Also, the only weapon I bring is the dagger I keep permanently strapped and hidden on my back (Search DC 30).))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "In the relative privacy of the shared room, the lean young Nord sits cross-legged in a corner, and reaches for one of the pouches on his oddly-bulky belt, drawing out a smooth placard of bone, etched on one side. Bronsk gazes at it for some time, and then replaces it in his pouch. He closes his eyes and begins his meditative trance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Wild Wolf, Spirit's Heart. Guide my footsteps, heed my call. \nThe gleaming aurora curtains the winter sky above the limitless black plain, as it always does. Two misty yellow lamps of light appear out of darkness and approach. A great wolf, its coat tasselled silver and its eyes yellow furnaces, pads closer.\n Spirit Sender, I have come. What is your need?\n I seek the power and the blessing of the spirits. Lend me your strength in the day to come.\n A moment of silence falls across the endless black landscape, the sky shimmering overhead. Finally, Vakri seats himself.\n Hmm. An interesting day, Bronsk. \n Yes. New friends, I guess. There's that doorway too; is it of the spirits? \n I am unsure. But I sense that it is important, somehow. There may be some trouble in store, as well. I shall bring you spirit powers.\n The silver wolf fades away, and for a minute or so silence once again dominates the fey landscape. Finally, Varki reappears, carrying five shining orbs in his mouth. He places them carefully on the ground. \nTo end, to heal, to save, to find, to quench. They may help, but stay alert.\n Thank you, Vakri.\n The wolf fades away, but the orbs remain for a lingering moment, pulsing brightly and then fading. The lights overhead pulse as well, and eventually fade away into perfect black.\n \n \n \n Bronsk's breathing deepens, and begins snoring slightly.\n\nOOC: Bronsk will sleep like a LOG until morning, and someone wakes him up.\n " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa sits down on her bed and takes off her belt, chain shirt, and boots. Then she crawls under her blanket and softly hums some melody." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n As morning breaks, Baztikk quietly sneaks back into the room. He begins quietly packing up his bag, and once the day has begun, wakes Bronsk. \n\n\"Bronsk, it's time to wake. Let's go and rejoin the others.\"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " In the morning hours, Mia enters Lisaa and Sasha's room and gently wakes them up. \"Miss Lisaa, Miss Sasha. It is time to wake up. Please get dressed and come to my room. I believe me and Baztikk has found a clue to the door.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \"Wstgfl?\" With a grunt, a bleary-eyed Bronsk stands up and stretches. \"Ergh. All right. Let'z go.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Good Morning.\" Lisaa jumps out of the bed and refreshes herself. Then she dresses and mutters \"I hope there is also breakfast in her room.\" \n\n((I suppose that Mia left the room after waking us up))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": "(yes)\n\n Inside Mia's room, the group finds the cleric sitting next to a table. On the table is a large book and a basket of bread. There is also a mug of water, and five cups. \"I'm glad you could come so quickly.\" Mia says, opening the book. \"Last night, I met Baztikk in the library. The two of us stumbled over this book, and it mentions one of the symbols on the door. Listen to this.\" \n \"Michelle Ami, also known as the maiden of water is perhaps the most profilic of those who fought in the war. (...) At some point, Ami was found to always be carrying a strange blue pendant in a shape consisting of a short line over another, with another line curling itself out from the long line. No one knows what happened to this pendant, because she hid it before she died. However, on her deathbed, she said that \"the key to the key is within my soul\". Thus far, no one has been able to understand what she meant by it,\" \n \"The war the book is referring too is a war during the foundation of Sotonia as a nation against werecreatures. Both I and Baztikk agree that the pendant described is very similar to one of the symbols that was inscribed on the door. I am curious as to what you think though.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Stumbles a bit at the word \"Lycanthrope\" as he enters the room, but then drifts over to the table, picking up a piece of bread and some water.\n \"I don't know much about history, m'afraid,\" Bronsk mumbles through half a mouthful of bread. \"But I think the door is important somehow. I would like to come along when hyu investigate.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"Mia mentioned that the necklace itself is nowhere to be found. Since we've got so little to go on, I don't know if we need to worry ourselves about it; we might be able to get through the door without the necklace. After all, we don't even know if it's connected for certain.\" \n He pauses to take a sip of water before continuing. \n \"However, that specific symbol might be important; if the door is a puzzle or summat then that symbol could be a part of the soution.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n This recent frequency of the topic of werecreatures is strange. Hmm, maybe something bad will happen, with all these rumors around ... or maybe I'm just paranoid. \n\nLisaa lets the words of the book sink into mind. \"Hmm, the maiden of water ... a blue pendant ... this colour is often associated with water. Maybe water is the key ... maybe some of the other symbols are tied to different elements ...\" , she says slowly. \"I don't know, just some thoughts.\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha smiles at the elf, oddly energetic for so early in the morning. She was many things - a werewolf, a sorceress - but most cruel and evil of all, she was a morning person. \"Thoughts are good. This is why many mages and professors work in groups, thoughts multiply with one another.\" She recites, remembering her mentor's speech on the topic with some disdain. \"I know this pendant sounds promising, but we don't have any idea where to find it, and no doubt many others have tried already... unless any of you can think of leads?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Except for the things she left behind, there doesn't seem to be anything that can give leads. There is a museum in the capital where they have most of the things they believe belonged to her... but yes, it really is odd that no one has found it before. Although water might be a clue. If not for the pendant then perhaps to the door. If blue is water, that would perhaps mean that red is fire. But what about the other colours. Brown, that might be earth. But what is left then? Air... might be purple or white but... I don't know. And what would the other three colours mean then? Ether? Void? Spirit? Those are only regional elements. Only fire, earth, water and air are considered world elements...\" Mia shakes her head. \"This really is a strange happening. It doesn't seem too coincidential either.\" Mia mumbles then quickly regains herself. \"I'm thinking about the rumours. The daughters of the queen of Nephreitos, the sudden increase in sightings of werecreatures, and the Vanadis of Miklagard having godlike powers. Somehow, I feel that they are all tied to the revealing of that door.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n \"Right, so wot do we want to do then? I can't imagine us waltzing into the museum; don't think they'll 'ave much time fer us at all. I think our best shot will be opening the door, unless any of you have a better idea. And if we can't get it open, then maybe we'll find some more clues there today.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk smiles \"Hyu know, I think he's right; unless it'z a sealing door, why not open it?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf nods at Baztikk's suggestion. \"Yes, let's return to this door today. If it is opened by a riddle then me have a chance to solve it. And if not ... well, we still have a pick.\" \n\nLisaa turns to Mia \"I also heard lots of those rumors recently, also about werecreatures. Did you also hear that a trading company allegedly hired a werewolf ? Anyway, as yet I can't see how the daughters of the queen of Nephreitos and the powers of the Vanadis are linked with this.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia shrugs. \"I've heard those rumours yes, but I'm not sure if I believe them. Wouldn't it be very dangerous for those who worked with the werewolf if it turned out he was unable to control his powers? Anyway, I can not see a direct link either, other than that it is odd, and that odd things have been happening recently. And I am unsure if it is coincidental, or if there is some underlying plot that we don't see.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk clears his throat. \"Hyu know, werewolves iz not all bad. Sure, they Are strong, and wolflike, but when hyu understand the natural world, hyu know they iz no better or worse than anyone else. The difference is power!\" Bronsk smiles, as he warms to his topic \"If the greengrocer iz a bad man, well, often there's little he can do; even if he murders, he can be stopped easy. A werewolf, if wicked, iz much worse, but!\" the young Nord lifts a finger \"they can be a powerful force for good, too.\" He seems to realize that he's been talking too much, and hurredly takes a drink of water, hiding behind the mug. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin is extremely careful not to give any response to Lisaa's comment. \n\n.o0( Now 'oo was running their mouth 'bout me? Must'a been Julian...that lad can't hold his liquor. Drunk as a pixie in a beer bottle, and that's before 'ee even starts. )\n\n \"So, shall we get going? We may 'ave a long day ahead of us. And if there is something to all these rumors, we don't want to be caught out after dark.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Oh yes. I'm sorry to keep you.\" Mia hurriedly stands up. \"I can clean up here, so just go ahead. I hope that you can figure out something more today. I will try my best too. Hopefully there are someone who works here who has a bit of knowledge.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk stands quickly, and bows awkwardly. \"Thank hyu, M'lady, for your hosp- erm. Hospitalty? Hostpitalty? Erm. \" He blushes slightly and hurredly walks to the door, seeming anxious to leave." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa rises smiling. \"Good bye, Mia. Thank you. Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva. * \" She picks her things up from the floor and follows Bronsk to the door.\n\n * = \"Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin gathers his belongings and joins them as they leave. On their way out of the city, he buys a crowbar a long collapsible pole, and a high-quality magnifying glass from some street vendors. \n\n\"The glass should help me get a better look at the door...and the crowbar might help us get it open.\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \"All right all right, So I should have bought a crowbar.\" Bronsk makes a face as he walks out of the door." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Baztikk grins at the comment. \n\n\"Well, you seemed so attached to that pick, I didn't want to say anything. Besides, if you're going to threaten me with tools, we at least should each have one in case we need to duel. Would hardly be fair otherwise.\"\n\n The hobgoblin makes a face back at Bronsk, very happily surprised at how well they are getting along. " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n \"Now, a duel would be an interesting change of pace...\" Sasha replies with a smirk. She was so excited to be going back to the strange door... \"If your crowbar and pick don't work, I can try some of my master's scrolls on the door as well.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia smiles and sends the group on their way with well wishes and blessings. The group travels up to the door, and arrives as the sun is nearing her highest position in the sky. There doesn't appear to have been any changes to the door, or to the surrounding area. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Right, before we do anything, I'd like to take a close look at the door. Someone puts a door out in the wilderness, they're liable to protect it with some sort of wards or traps or summat, right? I'll take a good close look at it, see if I can find anything along those lines.\"\n\n Drawing the magnifying glass from his belt, Baztikk proceeds to meticulously go over every inch of the door, looking for gas nozzles, acid sprayers, spikes, and any other sort of nasty surprise. \n\n((OOC: Search, taking 20. Total check result: 28 ))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Baztikk carefully searches the door for any unpleasant surprises there might be. He discovers that the door is protected by several magical guards that are triggered when someone tries to open the door. After an even closer search, he finds that the spells progress in a circle, so that once a spell goes of, the next spell will prepare itself and trigger should the attempts to break through continue. Unfortunately, he is unable to dechiper which spells will go off, due to his lack of training in spellcraft. He also notices that the holes next to the symbols work not only as a lock, but also as a puzzle. Each key will activate and deactivate some traps, and only when all traps are deactivated will the door open. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin explains his findings to the group, and then sits back for a moment to examine the entire situation. \n\n\"There could be some very nasty surprises here...I don't think that my crowbar will do us much good at all.\"\n\n((OOC: So are the holes keyholes that require a specific key, or are they just triggered by putting something in them?))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk paces around the room, looking thoughtful. \"Why would anyone add a puzzle as a door lock? It makez no sense! Keys, yes. Traps, yes. But a puzzle? A puzzle only can mean zat whoever built the door wanted it to be opened much later by people she didn't know. Unless we also need a key, a riddle iz no safeguard!\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha stands back respectfully as Baztikk scrutinizes the strange door. She knows as well as anyone that, sometimes, people need no distractions in order to figure out something. \"This is an item of great magic, I think.\" She says aloud to Bronsk, smiling as she approaches the door and places a hand on it. \"Magic is not an easy thing for us... mortals to understand. Baztikk, is there any way I can help you with this?\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Bronsk makes a good point. Puzzles are meant to be solved, and that means there must be clues. Maybe we should start with that symbol that Mia found in the book. It seems that it must be an important part of the puzzle.\"" }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n The hobgoblin explains in detail where the magical traps seem to be located. \n\n\"Sasha, I have no skill in deciphering what kind of spells might be cast. Perhaps you can identify them?\"" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"It sounds like powerful and dangerous magic. The safest way to open it is to solve its puzzle.\" , says Mirage and stares at the coloured symbols on the door and muses. \"The yellow and the blue look very different from the others and the red is the only one which has an arrow ...\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha listens intently as Baztikk explains the trap. \"Interesting... let's see what's been put up here.\" Turning her eyes to the door, Sasha steps so her toes are almost touching the wall, and places her hands against the stone as she examines the magical trigger and the spells that lie beneath. She can almost feel the arcane energy of the door, but she focuses her effort, trying to tell what the magic was set forth for...\n\n Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Unfortunately, she find herself unable to comprehend even the simplest of the wards. She only manages to identify that the door is enchanted so as to resist being dispelled by the spell \"dispel magic\". \n (You can put things into the keyhole. But if it isn't the correct key, the door will sense it as an attempt on intrusion and activate a trap. Trying to pick the lock requires a difficult sleight of hand check along with a disable device check.) " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Okay...how should we proceed? Picking these locks without setting off a trap would be extremely difficult, but I'm willing to give it a try. Do any of you have other ideas?\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks a little nervous. \"If it'z a riddle, should be not wait for Lady Mia? Her life is the study of such things.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Indeed, Mia's help may be valuable. But she said that she would need today in order to find out more, and I would be sad to leave here without learning more about this door.\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \"All ze same. I would be more sad to leave here without mine head. Look, but not touch, ya?\" Bronsk sets the pick down and sits, contemplating the symbols and colors on the door. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Alright...I suppose that makes sense.\"\n\n The hobgoblin sits down on a nearby stone, examining the symbols. \n\n\"Say...those colors, they got anything to do with those elements Mia was talking about? I didn't really follow it at all, but it sounded promising.\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. \"Or ze shapes? Seven of them, and seven colors. Hm. Well,\" he says, running a hand across his simple-sewn shirtsleeve, \"Seven colors matches rainbow colors, yah? Only problem, iz no Orange. Brown is close, tho'.\" He turns to Sasha \"Whatever keyz we need, they go in that order, maybe? White iz last?\" " }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha nods, pondering Bronsk's inquiry. \"It's the only logical order that I could think of... perhaps the creator of this door was a follower of Isis.\" She thinks aloud as she looks at the door. \"Which would mean six other keys to find...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " While the group ponders the conundrum placed before them, they hear the young girl suddenly shouting for them not far away. \"Hey. How is it going? Have you found something out? I've brought you some lunch.\" A quick glance reveals to the group that it is the girl from yesterday, Astrid, and her dog. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Batikk \n Seeing the girl and her dog, Baztikk immediately jumps up and waves to them. \n\n\"Hello there! Very kind of you to bring us some food. And your company is of course a pleasant treat as well.\"\n\n Baztikk says this last bit to the dog, leaning down to scratch its ears and head. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa turns and smiles. \"Hello, you two. How nice that you drop by. Thanks for the food.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk nods acknowledgement, as he wanders closer to the door, examining closely the colored slots." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"You didn't happen to see Mia on your way out here, did you? She's doing a little background research for us, and we were hoping she might have found something.\"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Astrid nods her head. \"Yes I did. She said that she had delivered the message she was asked to deliver, and that she might have found out something new. She couldn't say anything for certain though. Or... well she did say that she knew someone who could help you get to the capital swiftly, but she didn't say much. I'm sorry I couldn't be of any more help.\" \n Bronsk leans closely to examine the slots. There, next to each of the holes, he manages to see small, almost invisible paintings. Each hole has a different painting next to it. An even closer look reveals that... \n Next to the blue symbol is a painting of a wolf. \n Next to the yellow symbol is a painting of a hummingbird. \n Next to the red symbol is a painting of a dragon. \n Next to the white symbol is a painting of a rabbit. \n Next to the purple symbol is a painting of an fox. \n Next to the brown symbol is a painting of a mouse. \n Next to the green symbol is a painting of a bear. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk relates his discovery to the other party members .\n \"But as to their meaning...\" he shrugs, \"I don' think thiz gate iz a spirit-gate.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"A wolf next to the blue, and the blue was connected to the werewolf woman. But it can't just be keyed in on were-creatures. I mean, who has ever heard of a were-hummingbird. Maybe you just need to touch the door with the creature that is depicted. We could test that out fairly easily...just need to find a mouse or something.\"" }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n \"Or a werewolf.\" Sasha suggests, smirking slightly as though it were a joke. Very hilarious. The sorceress shifts nervously, wondering what these new revelations meant." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n\n The tall young Nord laughs nervously.\n Why does that keep coming up?! Has someone noticed? Can they tell? \n His panicked thoughts to himself, Bronsk tries to change the subject.\n \"Maybe there's more than only thiz door, jah? I will look around a little while we think.\"\n\n\n " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Good idea, Bronsk. While you do that, maybe I should go see if I can catch a mouse. If I can find one, then we can test out my idea about the door being keyed to animals. Of course...I hope it isn't right; that would mean that we'd need to find a dragon in order to open the door. And those are a little hard to catch, no?\"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Is there anything I can do to help?\" Astrid asks timidly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk calls from the other side of the room\n \"Could hyu look at the door? There's animals there, but we don't know what they reprs...resper...erm. Mean. Any ideas?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Astrid leans close to the door in order to see the symbols. \"Hmm... I don't know. If it is related to the sacred church though, the symbols... I think that the Wolf means Loyalty. It could also mean Courage and Leadership. The Hummingbird... that is harder. Hummingbirds are very rare, but... Humility. Or perhaps Grace or Devotion. Dragon, that means Power, Glory and Might. The Rabbit is also a bit difficult. It means Swiftness, but also Beauty and Compassion. The Fox, he is Cunning, Smart and Detached. The Mouse, she is Lucky. She is also Hopeful and Flexible. Finally, the Bear represents Strength, Endurance and Faithfullness. At least... that is what I think they mean. You shouldn't trust it too much though. I'm not as wise or smart as Mia.\" \n During Astrid's explanation, Bronsk discovers a small panel in the wall with a strange description. As he runs his hand across the odd symbols, they suddenly make meaning to him. Unfortunately most of the symbols have been erased by Time, so the remains create some individual words, and only one complete sentence. \n \"Door... realm ... for only a true son or daughter of Gleipne shall be allowed to open the door... Die... hands... chosen... remain... day... opened... revival... Signed ... ... of ... Nijizuishou.\" \n Meanwhile, Baztikk actually manages to catch a mouse without having to go too far. The poor little fellow has apparently been chased up to the mountains by something else. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Wondering what could have driven the mouse to come this high up, Baztikk is grateful for his good fortune and returns to the group. \n\n\"Well, we're in luck! One mouse, ready to go. It looks like you've managed to find something too...\"\n\n Baztikk sits down at the mouth of the cave and places the mouse into a sealed pocked of his backpack. He then takes out and assembles the long pole he purchased earlier in the day, and also draws out some small sturdy twine. Carefully, he ties the mouse to the end of the pole, securely wrapping it in the twine from neck to toe, leaving only the snout exposed. Once that is completed, he goes to look over Bronsk's shoulder to see what he has found, keeping a careful eye on the mouse. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "Bronsk looks at the bound mouse on the stick and lifts and eyebrow.\n \"Did not we just have lunch?\" Smiling softly to himself, Bronsk passes his hands across the inscription once or twice more. \"Thiz writing. You put your hands on it, and it makes sense. I don' know why.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n After having a look at the writing, Baztikk sits down again, stroking the mouse's head affectionately. \n\n\"Son of Gleipne? Isn't Gleipne's church associated with the moon? Bronsk, you probably know more about that than I do.\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Nord waves a hand dismissively.\n \"The gods, hyu know, their realm iz different from the spirits'. If people paid more attention to the spirit world, the natural world would be in far better harmony. Some of zem are good, but ze others! Ach.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa walks to the small panel and also touches it. \"There seems to be a warning written with this 'Die'. Maybe 'hands' of the 'chosen' ? Who are the true sons and daughters of Gleipne ?\" She directs her last question at Astrid and Bronsk." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n the healer spreads his hands helplessly. \"What do I know of such things? In Nordmar, hyu know, men offer prayers to their own gods. I'm sorry; mine education didn't have such things.\" He casts his eyes down at the floor \"if hyu want a guess, I'd say it meanz only priests or something can open the door.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I am afraid that I don't know anything either. I haven't heard anything about Gleipne. But...\" Astrid says before she moves over to the panel and touches it. \"How do you know what is written here? I don't understand these symbols.\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"I can't really explain it...they just started to make sense when I touched it. Maybe it has something to do with age?\"\n\n.o0(It couldn't be...No, of course not. It wouldn't have worked for the others if it was.)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Hmm... a translator that only works for adults? That might make sense. If that's the case, what is behind those doors are not meant for children.\" She sighs. \"I'm sorry I can't be of more help.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Brow furrowed, Bronsk picks absentmindedly at the patch on his shoulder.\n \"I'm inclined to think whoever writes this thought opening the door was a good thing. Nijizuishou...Iz this a name? A word I don't know?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, a good thing for the true sons and daughters of Gleipne, some kind of revival. But it could be a bad thing for other people.\" , says Lisaa and stares again at the symbols on the door." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps Mia knows more. Shall I run and tell her what you have found?\" " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"Yes, please do. We shall remain here.\"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I will.\" She begins to run, but suddenly halts and turns around. \"Oh, I almost forgot. Mia told me that she wanted you to come back earlier than yesterday. I think she found something out that she was eager to tell you about.\" And with those words, she leaves. " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"I don't think we're going to get much more done here. But if this door is now exposed, then perhaps there may be clues in the surrounding area. We should have a look around before we go, keeping an eye out for other doors, or maybe even some unusual tracks. It might be that others have decided to visit the area, summoned by the door?\"" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n The healer nods. \"Yes. Maybe more clues are hidden?\"\n I wonder why the child could not hear, when Baztikk and I could?\n Stepping outside the cave into sunlight, Bronsk stretches with a grunt.\n \"Ah, yez. Much better out here. Hyu know, I've never liked caves much.\" \nBronsk begins a search of the hillside, looking for more inscriptions or entrances.\n " }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n Using his nose and eyes, Baztikk looks around for any tracks which seem unusual or don't belong. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Unfortunately, the search is fruitless. There are no other inscriptions, doors or caverns that can be found. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Time passes, and it is beginning to become late. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"It's getting late. Mia probably won't arrive today. We should make a camp here. Maybe we'll get some vision in our dreams about how to open this door.\" , says Lisaa. \"I can keep watch for a while, who else ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Bronsk looks out at the deepening dusk. \"Sure. 'm no stranger to camping outside. I can take the last watch. Erm.\" He looks around thoughtfully. \"I'll see if I can't chase down some firewood, maybe!\" So saying, Bronsk strides off, looking to gather fallen wood for a night's fire." }, { "author": "Maelut", "message": " Baztikk \n\n\"I thought Mia wanted us to come back tonight. It sounded like she'd found something. But if you want to remain here, I'm alright with that.\"" }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha shivers a bit as she looks around. She's never camped outside, and quite frankly, wasn't too keen on the experience... still, she didn't want to miss more of a chance to study the door. \"Maybe we should check with Mia first?\" She suggests hopefully." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Time passes, and not before the full moon is standing far up in the sky does Bronsk return, carrying a large quantity of firewood. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Rushing back to the cave, Bronsk sets down the wood hurriedly.\n \"Sorry, everyone! I had a vision! The Door, it is very important!\" the young healer blanches. \"Oh! Quick, before I forget this, it is very important.\" He frowns and taps the side of his head frantically \"Erm. It was in Nord! How shall I translate? Uh. 'Home is where the heart iz, spirit iz in heart. Mirror hides my spirit. My possessionz iz mirror.' \" Bronsk looks around at the others a trifle nervously. \"Please! Try and remember it, it is important!\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa looks up confused at Bronsk's ravings but tries to memorize it. \"What ? Home and heart and spirit. The spirit is hidden by a mirror which are your possessions ? Hmm ... hmm ... hmm ...\" She seems to subvocalize what Bronsk said." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Time ticks by, and it is now past midnight. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nSitting around the fire, the young Miklaagardian draws up his knees and smiles into the flames.\n \"I had a vision, hyu know. Beautiful, she was...Skin like smoke and radiant like the sun. Hyu would call her an angel, I think, but to me she is Hoffentsangel , spirit of hope. She told me that thiz door is important, and we need find the keyz to open it. That clue I gave hyu, it's the last hint to find the lady's key.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa's thinks about words that Bronsk said. What if ... could it be ... impossible ... but it makes sense ... a werewolf could open the door ? All this talk about werewolves recently ... my home is where my heart is, with me, a restless spirit ... and my spirit is in my heart, could the spirit be the werewolf of me ? The mirror of my self which I hide from others and which I own, from which I can't be divided ... this sounds right, but what to do now ? Can I trust this people ? From what we have talked so far, they seem to be wise and tolerant and don't condemn werewolves ... a trading company accepted a werewolf to work for them. We also welcomed the hobgoblin quite quickly when he appeared. Should I reveal my true self to them ? This door might be very important ... \n\nLisaa coughs slightly and stands up, looking insecure at the others. \"Uh, I might have an idea. Well, somehow. Could it be that a werecreature could open the door ? They are usually outcasts and wanderers, their home is where their heart is. Their were-spirit is always with them and they hide this mirror of their self from other people. They own this were-side of them, it can't be taken from them.\n\nYou might wonder how I can think such thoughts, but,\" she takes a deep breath, \"to tell you the truth, and don't fear, I am a werewolf.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Nord sits quite still for a few seconds, heart racing furiously.\n Her too?! Then maybe... \nStanding slowly, Bronsk Seifsson turns towards Lisaa.\n \"To say that takes great courage, but I would have hyu know you are not alone.\" With a grunt, Bronsk turns to the full moon, hands tucked behind his back.\n \"I too am werewolf.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The night continues to drift away into the morning as the full moon begins to descend in the sky. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nTaking silence as acceptance, Bronsk moves a little way off and curls up to sleep for the remainder of the night." }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nWith the intimate revelations, Sasha seems rather startled. 'Just like me...! I didn't know there were others so close...' The human girl sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the older elf. \"I hate to steal your thunder, but I'm afraid I'm a werewolf...\" She looks to Bronsk's sleeping form and to Baztikk. \"One hell of a coincidence, right?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa looks completly flummoxed and sits down. \"Coincidence ... coincidence ? This can't be a coincidence. All this talk about werewolves and the strange happenings recently. I believe Mia was right. There is some connection in some or all of this. And now this door ... and Bronsk's vision. Some otherworldy being brought us together and led us to this place.\" She gets her own bedroll from her backpack and sits down on for her watch." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Again time passes. The night goes by uneventfully, and the sun rises in the horizon as the village awakens to life. Joining the sun however, is Mia. As the rest of the group awakens from sleep, Lisaa notices the priestess climbing up towards the cave, waving her hand and smiling when she notices that Lisaa sees her. She also carries with her a rather large book. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk stands and waves in return, then turns to Lisaa and Sarah, his face quite serious.\n \"Now we must decide: do we tell her?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I say we shouldn't tell her, unless it is neccessary. But I trust her, I believe that she won't be too scared and that she will keep our nature secret.\" , says Lisaa and waves to Mia. \"Hey, maybe she's also one of us ...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia arrives, flushed but smiling. \"Ah. Great to see that you're all in good shape. I became worried when you didn't return. When Astrid returned and told me about your discoveries, I rember reading about them, and here is the book.\" She proudly displays the book for all to see. \"The war of the beasts... hopefully this can shed some light.\" \n \"The Ninjizuishou, or the warriors of light, was a group of seven strange heroes. Led by the Mystic known as Michelle Ami, they created seven strange relics. The reason for this is currently unknown, as most history regarding them has been destroyed due to mysterious circumstances. What little is left describes only their leader...\" \"Here comes some description of her as a person. She is described as a very intelligent and strict person. She apparently also studied something called physics and chemistry, and was very skilled with math. Now this is something I found interesting. \"Despite being described as a woman in the service of Good, she and her group allied themselves with the werecreatures during the war of the beasts. The reasons, and outcome, of this is not known. Rumour has it that the relics they created was used to seal away the greatest weapon of the werecreatures...\" \n Mia stops reading. \"That is the only relevant information I could find I'm afraid. I am not sure how much we should trust this though. The book itself is pretty badly made, and seems to be based of rumours and prejudice rather than facts...\" She glances around swiftly. \"I don't know about you, but I am interested in finding out what all of this really is all about.\" Suddenly she realise what she has been doing and blushes. \"Uhm... what have you found out?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe shaggy-haired young man casts a sidelong glance to his new companions (including a strangely comatose hobgoblin) and then speaks\n \"I think...we are interested too. I was visited by a spirit last night;\" his features soften as he seems to recall the experience. \"A powerful spirit of good and hope. She told me...\" a slight hesitation \"That to open this door iz first test that leads to a great truth.\" The young Miklagaardian spreads his calloused hands. \"She told me much that you now know; Nijizuishou, Ami. She also told me that Ami was shapeshifter; a werewolf.\" \nBronsk pauses to evaluate Mia's reaction." }, { "author": "Little_Rudo", "message": " Sasha \n\nSasha listens to the story with keen interest. She has never heard this tale, either from her parents or from the magic tomes she's read. Very intriguing. \"If the dream-girl is right, then we have a good werewolf woman who led the 'warriors of light', and they used relics to seal something away.\" She looks pointedly back at the door, then to the others. \"Coincidences abound.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia's features seem to slowly freeze. \"A... a werewolf?\" She suddenly says. \"Nono, that can't be. That would make... no... sense... at all.\" She ponders the statement once more. \"No... you're right. It makes perfect sense. Why else would she help the werecreatures? And the great truth... that's probably the \"weapon\" this book talks about. But I don't think it is a weapon. Why would they seal away a weapon that could grant them victory? No... something with that seal created a dark period where knowledge was lost. The truth, it has to be knowledge about such relics of the past. At least partly... ah I am rambling again, but I think that this is reasonable.\" She turns to Bronsk. \"And if an angel really did approach you and told you to open the door as a test, it must mean that some grand plan is being set into motion, and we have to make sure that the plan succeeds.\" She stands up. \"Ami is our best clue. I have spoken with a friend of mine in the Wayfarers guild. He needs someone to help him with some work, and he promised to help out by giving me access to the teleport chamber between Sapphire port and the capital. In return, I have to do him a few favours. You should use that chamber and travel to the capital. Visit the museum that holds the remaining items left behind by her, and see if you can find out more.\" She looks swiftly at everyone present. \"At least... that is my suggestion.\" She finishes timidly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer smiles in response\n \"The Capitol! That would be grand adventure! Just...promise me I can still look through the library when we return, yes?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I've never been in the capital, it is such a big city ... but it would be very interesting. To use a teleport chamber and see Ami's things in this museum.\" , says Lisaa and smiles." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia's face lights up. \"Great. I will bring you there at once.\" She says and beckons for the group to follow her. \"I presume you have all the things you need. I'll give you a few coins, enough to get yourselves some rooms at an inn and it should also cover the entrance fee to the museum.\" Mia states, impatiently waiting for her companions. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The group returns to the city, where Mia leads them to a rather large building. Above the building there is a sign which reads \"Wayfarers Guild: Sapphire Port\". Mia opens the building and leads the group in. Inside the building they are greeted by a fair haired, tall man. \"Greetings fair Mia. Are these the ones you were talking about?\" \n \"Yes they are. Everyone, meet sir Reginald. Reginald is the leader of the Sapphire Port division in the Wayfarers Guild. He will allow you to use the Teleport chamber in return for helping him with a job. Reginald, this is sir Bronsk, sir Baztikk, miss Lisaa and miss Sasha.\" \n \"A pleasure to meet you. If you would be as kind as to follow me, I will instruct you on how to use the chamber, as well as the favour I need of you.\" He beckons for the group to follow him. \n Mia smiles and bows gently to the group. \"I have to leave you now. Is there anything you need me to do for you while you are gone, or something I should bring with me when I come after you later?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk offers a handshake and a stiff bow to sir Reginald. \"But don't call me sir, please, \" he appends, \"Bronsk iz fine.\" \n\nWhen Mia speaks, Bronsk turns towards her, apparently thinking hard. \"It'z a guess...but maybe research werecreatures? I think iz vital hyu understand them. Goodbye, Mia.\" the healer says, with another small bow. \"Hyu are a princely host!\" he freezes. \"Erm. I mean, not 'princely' of course, but, uh...\" With another awkward bow, he hurries off after Reginald, his face distinctly red." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia smiles and waves goodbye. Reginald leads the group through a door in the end of the room, up a flight of stairs, and through a hall with several rooms. Over each room is a sign with the names of different large cities. He finally stops before one of the rooms. The sign above the door reads \"Wayfarer HQ\". \"This is the room you're allowed to use.\" Reginald informs and opens the door. The room inside is... very empty, and very small. There is a small painted circle in the middle of the room. \"The chamber is very simple to use. You simply have to enter that circle, and you will be instantly transported across the continent to the capital. Let me show you.\" He steps into the portal and disappears into thin air. A few seconds later, he reappears. \"Any questions?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Fun!\" \nBronsk walks into the painted circle :D" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods. \"Greetings, sir Reginald. This magic circle is really amazing. I feel honored that I may use it.\" She follows Bronsk to the circle and speaks to again to the mage. \"How does this teleportation thing feel ?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Before he can answer, Bronsk and Lisaa feel themselves lifted up in the sky as their surroundings change. For what appears to be a short eternity, they fly through an empty void. The experience is both exciting and slightly frightening, but eventually the void changes into a room just like the one they left. The only exception being that they are alone in it. A few seconds later, Reginald and their two companions step through it. \"Hopefully, this demonstration is better than how I can describe it.\" He nods sagely. \"I will leave you to do what you need to do now. I'll call on you when I need your help.\" With another nod, he leads them out of the chamber and into the main room of the Guild Head Quarters. \"The museum you seek is nearby. Just go out and left. Follow the path to the end, then turn right. The museum will be the third building to your right.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Flushed with excitement, the young healer steps out into the street, experiencing the capitol for the first time and looking around eagerly." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nRemembering himself, Bronsk nods in a businesslike fashion and begins making his way to the Museum." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hey, this was exciting, and not disconcerting. Many thanks.\" , says Lisaa to Reginald. Then she follows Bronsk into the streets of the capital." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The capital is quite a sight. The buildings are all of quite high quality (using Sotonian standards) and the streets are packed with people. Lisaa and Bronsk have to push their way through the crowd in order to get to the Museum. The Museum itself is quite easily to distinguish, being made entirely out of wood, unlike the surrounding buildings. It has two floors and a strawroof, making it seem like a simple hut in the middle of a forest of brick buildings. Upon entrance, they see that the museum is built just like an old forest cabin, with an elderly man standing at the entrance. He smiles as the two of you enter. \"Welcome.\" He says with a hoarse voice. \"You have come here to watch my museum dedicated to the Great Michelle Ami, haven't you.\" He smiles. \"Great, great. It will be one silver piece each, and you're free to enter.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Nord grunts and extracts a silver piece from his belt pouch.\n \"Thiz building...it is quite old? Or iz it in her style?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah. Nice eye you have there lad. Yes, this building is built to be an exact copy of the great Michelle's home in the forests just outside our fair city. That home still stands, even though it is older than the hills, just another testament to the great Michelle's power. But youngsters today, they don't care about history. So it fills my heart with great joy to see you kids wanting to see the relics handed down from one of the greatest women in history.\" The man suddenly coughs and accepts the coin from Bronsk. \"Thank you, young man. I hope you find it both entertaining and educational. If you have any questions, please direct them to my daughter. She should be on the second floor.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Uh, yes. Thank you.\" Bronsk begins walking around the house, filing away the fact that the house still stands for later consideration." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa gives the man a silver coin. \"Here. It is a very nice building. I like it. And you say that the original still stands outside the city ?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes it does lass. Should be about one hour walking westwards. Quite an interesting building too. Apparently, there are secrets hidden there, not even my family has found. You're free to visit it if you like.\" The man nods with a smile. \n As Bronsk walks around, he finds that the museum seems to contain several mundane items. A table, a few chairs, a bookshelf, all accompanied by a small plaque telling that object so and so belonged to Michelle, usually accompanied with some sort of praise towards her. \n \"This preciously adorned chair did once belong to the great Michelle... This bookcase is the only thing that remains of Ami's great library...\" \n To begin with, Bronsk can't help but feel slightly disappointed as there are no things that stand out, however walking through the mainroom of the building, he stumbles across a small blue coin encased in clear glass. \n \"This sapphire coin, known as \"the teardrop of time\" once belonged to the beloved Michelle Ami and is one of five magical relics left from her era. This beautiful coin is said to have the power to predict if an action will have a good or a bad outcome. Magical as it is, only those blessed by Ami can use the powers of the coin.\" \n Looking further, he comes across a beautiful cup made of white gold, adorned with magnificent sapphires. A similar brass plaque rests on the table beside it, and on it is written... \n \"This sacred cup is \"The chalice of dreams\". It is one of five magical relics once in the possession of the grand maiden Michelle Ami. Never full and never empty, never does a liquid spill from it, unless it is to the holders intention, always will a drop of water remain in this cup, no matter how hard you try to empty it. This is only the surface of the powers said to be hidden in this cup. When filled to the brim with water, one can use it to see the dreams of others, or even speak with them from far away. It is protected however, and only those blessed by water may use the powers in this holy chalice.\" \n Bronsk finds one final item like this on the first floor, a magnificent mirror made of gold, with a frame of sapphires.\n\n \"This mirror with reflection like the blue waves of water is the \"Mirror of truth\". It is one of five magical relics left behind from Michelle Ami, and it is said to be her greatest treasure. Those staring into the mirror will find that it reflects not your appearance, but your soul. No illusion can reflect in it's surface, and no unholy beast can stare in the radiant reflection it emanates. When held, a descendant of Ami may use it to call her realm into existence.\" \n\nBronsk finds himself staring into the mirror, when suddenly, his reflection changes to reflect his werewolf self. The sudden change startles him, but he still manages to notice an eerie glow from one of the two rooms on the second floor. The glow lingers for only a second, but he still manages to see it clearly enough to realize it was there, and not a figment of his imagination. Just at the same time, two women exit the other room. One is a beautiful lady, around 25 years old, with blonde hair and beautiful clothing. The other is a rather buff looking girl, with brown hair. The two talks about something, but he doesn't understand what they are saying, before the lady smiles and begins to descend the stairs. On her way out, she notices Bronsk and smiles gently at him before she leaves the building. The buff girl shrugs and returns into the room she just left. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa follows Bronsk around in the museum. \"Here are some interesting magical items of Ami. They seem quite useful ... I wonder if we need any of them to open the door ... and how we could get them then. I'd hate it to steal from these people.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Ehm?\" Bronsk turns back to Lisaa with a start \"Sorry, I was distracted...\" He seems to mentally replay the conversation, and a pained look comes to his face \"Stealing! No no no! Surely, Mia can arrange for loan of these artifacts for a few days? Or even just study? I will not steal from a museum; they iz special things. Close to spirits.\" He spreads his hands. \"Ah...Lisaa; would hyu look into this mirror?\" He points to the exhibit. \"I feel the legends may be true: it sees the other half of me.\" He glances upstairs. \"Excuse me.\"\n With measured tread, Bronsk ascends the steps leading to the glowing second room. \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The room where the glow came from seems to be a small study with a window leading out to the back alley behind the museum. There are a few shelves, a desk with a few alchemists tools and a bookcase. There is also a beautiful sword with sapphires inlaid in the hilt. He cannot see any objects that could have been the source of the glow he saw earlier, but the sword is one of the five relics. \n \"This sword is called \"the blade of Justice\" It is one of five magical relics, and was Michelle Ami's trusted weapon when she judged the guilty. This sword chills to the bone, and can cleave through any chain of oppression, and any form of trickery, be it lie or deceit. Only a descendant of Michelle Ami may wield this weapon though. Anyone else will find their body frozen solid.\" \n If Lisaa looks into the mirror, she will find that her reflection is that of her werewolf form. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Another man walks through and starts peering at the artefacts. He gives you a nod to say hello, but does not speak. He is fairly nondescript, a normal young man, pale skin, dark hair, but rather shabby for someone looking at museums. He wears quite thin clothes, you'd think he'd catch a cold, and has a backpack slung over one shoulder. He has a knife in his belt, and is fairly well muscled, but he doesn't give the impression of being a mighty warrior or anything. Just an ordinary young man, looking at the artefacts." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa gazes into the mirror but then quickly turns away from it. With a side glance to the young man the elf follows Bronsk into the small room. \"What's wrong ? You seem somehow agitated ... was it the mirror ? I also saw my other form.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Bronsk scratches his head and looks around the room with some confusion.\n \"Another relic, at least, but...\" he turns around full circle \"I thought I saw a glow from thiz room. The sword, maybe?\" He sighs \"I don't know. So many questions, but who can we ask?\" striding outside the room, Bronsk glances down at the newcomer\n Hm...another visitor. With a somewhat awkward nod, Bronsk proceeds down the stairs and continues looking through the museum in search of the fifth relic.\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Ugh! You hear the young man cry out in shock. He's standing in front of the mirror, a startled expression on his face. H e turns and walks quickly away, looking worried and glancing about furtively.\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The fifth relic isn't found on the first floor. Instead, Bronsk has to return to the second floor, to the other room where he first saw the two women, in order to find the fifth relic. The fifth relic is a white staff with a beautiful tip made of a sapphire. Unfortunately, the plaque that belongs to it is being held by the buff girl from earlier, and she is currently polishing it. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa gives the young man a weird look. She follows Bronsk to the last relic. \"Ami had a magic staff ? I wonder what powers it has ...\" , she says loud enough for the buff girl to hear." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The girl looks up. \"Powers? This staff ain't got no powers. You been reading grandpa's old notes again?\" She says relaxed. \"Sorry to disappoint ya, but these pretty sapphire objects ain't got no magic powers. None that still work at least. I know it says so on them plaques, but ya shouldn't believe them. Yer just gonna get yerself fooled that way. Pa likes to think that them relics have some kinda magic mumbojumbo powers on em. He's obsessed with Ami. Ye can't trust him to speak truth 'bout her.\" She places down the plaque, and they both manage to read what it says on it. \n \"This staff is the \"Staff of Compassion\". It is one of five magical relics that once belonged to the Great Nymph Michelle. This magical staff has the ability to heal any wound, no matter how deep. The healing waves may only be commanded by a descendant of Ami though.\" \n \"But dinnae tell grandpa that I told ya this. He'll go bonkers.\" She extends her hand. \"I'm Nina. The guard o' this ol' museum. Can I help ya with anything else?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young man takes Nina's hand with a slight grin. \"My name iz Bronsk. I guess you could say we're interested learning about Ami. Do hyu know much about the Ninjinzuishou?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"The Nijizuishou eh? Well, ya woulda thought it, considering I should be a descendant of two of em an all. Unfortunately, there ain't much to know 'bout them. Almost as if some kind o' magic is preventing ya from learning 'bout them. Ah well. I'll tell ya what I know. Them Ninjizuishou people was some kind o' ragtag band of heroes and heroines. And what a ragtag team it was. The leader was a human, the rest of the group, something else entirely. Dunno completely 'bout all of them, but one o' em was apparently a Minotaur. Ne'way, they were supposedly involved in some kind of big mumbojumbo. Some keys or summat, that they had to keep hidden. Apparently, those keys hide the tool to prevent a cataclysm. Apparently one o' em still lives. The most powerful o' em all. Those keys had unique elements, ye see. Ami's were water. That Minotaur had the Spirit as his element. An they all hid this secret that had summat to do with them werecritters. I dunno anything else. I mean, I could probably remember eventually, but I dunno remember anything else right now.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe shaggy-haired youth nods, scratching his stubbled chin absently.\n \"Erm. If I may ask...From which two are hyu descended? Ah, nevermind.\" Bronsk reddens and waves a hand quickly. \"Nevermind. I was wondering about these artifacts...Can a scholar get access to them? To study briefly?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Study them? Yeah, s'pose so. Ye hafta speak to grandpa 'bout that though. Ye won't be able to borrow em for some time though, since grandpa's needs em the day after tomorrow, or so he says. I'm sure he'll let ya study em after that.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles \"Wonderful! Erm. What happens the day after tomorrow?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I dunno. Ye hafta ask grandpa, though I dun think he will tell ya. He dinnae want to tell me after all. Why are ye curious 'bout em anyway?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe tall Nord thinks for a moment, possible responses flitting through his head\n well, I had a vision of an angel while I was alone in the woods, and she told me...\nI'm interested because Ami was a werewolf, and so am I, incidentally, and she...\nI'm trying to open a hidden door in a mountain that's heavily sealed. No, I have no idea what's behind it, but I have this feeling I ought to open it... \n \"Um...because I am interested in knowing more about Ami?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Heh. Good answer.\" She smiles. \"Well, if ya need any more help, just ask.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Right.\" With a half-bow, Bronsk turns and proceeds back downstairs, a thoughtful expression on his face. He glances at the other visitor to the museum, and shrugs to himself.\n looks like he'd be more comfortable in an arena than a museum. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Bronsk sees the young man walk out the front door quickly. He flashes a nervous glance at Bronsk." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer glances towards Lisaa. \"What was with him?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"A curious fellow. I think he also glanced into the mirror ... and was disturbed by what he saw. I wonder ... hmm, I'm beginning to see werewolves everywhere.\" Lisaa looks to the door. \"Should we follow that guy or should we ask grandpa ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer hesitates for a moment.\n \"Hyu should follow, maybe. I'll talk to the curator.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, I rather stay with you. I don't know this city and we could lose each other here. And I realy don't know what to tell this guy if he asks me why I follow him.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nHe sighs. \"Hyu are right, of course. Now, these artifacts;\" Bronsk glances from side to side, conspiratorially. \"The mirror is magical enough. The others as well, yes. I think we should talk to Mia. She should be able to request the coin at least to study.\" He nods to himself, brushing his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes. \"What else?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf nods. \"Yes, I hope tha Mia can help us here. Do you still want to talk to grandpa ? We could also try to find this young stranger. He could still be nearby.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Miklaagardian seems uneasy with the idea, but he nods slowly.\n \"Maybe hyu are right. We can come back later, and I am curious about this man.\" \nSo saying, Bronsk walks from the museum and glances either way down the street." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa darts out of the museum and looks out for the man. \"Do you think he could be one of us ? Mia talked a lot about events being interrelated and so on. Maybe some power draws us together ... or to places important to us or Michelle Ami ...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Outside, they see that the streets are completely deserted, which both can't help but feel is a bit odd. Suddenly, they both hear a seemingly distant voice shout something. At first, both fail to comprehend what the voice is calling, but the second time, Lisaa hears that it is the voice of a girl, calling for help. She locates the sound to come from quite some way further down the street, probably in one of the alleys closer to the darker portion of the city. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"There ! Someone needs our help !\" , she shouts and runs down the street to the entrance of the alley." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk is hot on her heels, his hand already darting to the pouch on his oddly-bulky belt which holds a roll of bandages and tools central to the healer's trade." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The two of them dash towards the alley where they heard the sound from. When they arrive, they find noone there, except two men standing on the opposite side of the alley. Lisaa identifies one of them as the man from the museum. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "The young man looks around, he seems to be... sniffing.\n Where did that sound come from? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Among all the usual scents in the city, Karl also detects a peculiar scent he cannot remember. The smell is barely noticeable though, since it is mixed with the stench from a nearby sewer entrance. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Over here. Some... reptile went down this way. \n\nHaving glanced at the others and seen no immediate threat, Tyrgen is moving quickly to look at a nearby sewer grate." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young man skids to a halt near the two new men, a roll of white gauze in his hand and a concerned look on his face. \n\"We heard the cry. What's happening? Who needs help?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen finds the entrance into the sewers. Unfortunately, whatever moved down there was quick. He can't see any trace of it in the darkness. Only hear the sound of steps rapidly disappearing. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I don't know what's going on, I just heard a scream. \nHe runs over to the sewer opening, next to the other man, and looks in at the darkness. The attacker must have gone through here, but it's too dark... wait a moment. \nThe young man stretches out his arms, holding his dagger above his head and chants. A pale light bursts from the dagger, illuminating the night. With this, we can follow and rescue the victim. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Someone may still need help... Felis would have left them, but my father would not. \n\nThe second stranger takes two steps into the dark sewer entrance, then stops. You see a glaive and a bow hanging from two straps across his back before he turns and looks at you with wary, yellow-green eyes, saying to the other two:\n\n Get out of here. \n EDIT: dropped redundant request for light (synch-posting) " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What? The young man looks at you with shocked suspicion. You're going to pay us to leave? Why? Maybe you're part of a group that kidnapped some innocent woman? His eyes grow wide and he glances worriedly at the other two." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Miklagaardian wrinkles his nose at the smell, putting the gauze back into one of the many pockets on his bulky belt. \"Er. If someone's captured, I can help;\" He taps the patch on his sleeve which identifies himself as a professional healer and herbalist \"We're wasting time! Let's go!\"\n\n " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n I tried... \n If you insist. \n The laconic young man turns again and hurries towards where he heard the sound of retreating steps, pulling out his glaive as he does so in a smooth, practiced motion. \n I get there first, maybe no-one else gets hurt. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nAfter a moment's hesitation, Bronsk retrieves the handaxe from his belt, its notched blade looking inconsequential in comparison. A thought seems to strike him \"Ah, my name's Bronsk, by the way...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen climbs down the stairs, however the sewers are quite dark. Too dark for him to navigate properly on his own. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Uh, hello, I'm Karl. I think I saw you earlier, at that little museum. Your accent... are you from Miklagard? I've just sailed here from there. \n\nAs he speaks, Karl runs after the other man. Wait, you need my light! he says when he catches up to him." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk hurries after Karl. \"Yes, from Miklagaard. The streets; did hyu notice? They were empty!\" He shakes his head and glances nervously from side to side. \"That'z not usual for a capitol, maybe.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I dunno know, I've only been here a few days. When he gets to the steps, he holds out his light so he can see, and walks carefully down." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf draws the bow from her back. \"I won't leave now. We also heard the scream.\" She quickly follows the men down into the sewers." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The light allows the group to maneuver the sewers. They are forced to follow the sound of the footsteps, however, no matter how quick they run, they just become dimmer and dimmer. Eventually they are too faint for them to be able to dechiper where the sound comes from. Just to make matters worse, the light on Karl daggers slowly begins to diminish, showing that there isn't much time left before the spell will end. Just as the feeling of hopelessness is about to set in, they all notice an eerie, otherwordly glow appear in one of the tunnels further ahead. Bronsk notices that the glow is similiar to the glow he saw earlier in the museum. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThinking quickly, Bronsk speaks. \" We're losing them, but I may help; I am spirit shaman, and the spirits grant me power. I can become a wolf and seek them by scent. If someone would carry my things?\" Hope they bought that. With that thought, Bronsk concentrates. With an audible crackle of muscle and bone, Bronsk shudders and hunches over, the muscles on his face flowing like lumpy paint and sprouting thick gray hair. After a moment, a gray wolf with bright yellow eyes stands where once stood Bronsk, draped incongruously in the long-sleeved shirt and pants. A quick shake and the wolf stands, the bulky belt yet clasped about its waist.\n Trying to ignore the overpowering scent of sewer, Bronsk tries to track the scent of anyone else passing through the sewer recently." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa buys Bronsk's explanation as if it was the most normal thing in the world. \"Yonder is some strange light, let's see what we can find there ... carefully.\" She draws her shortsword - with her bow still in her left hand - and walks towards the glow." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl peers at the wolf oddly. Impressive shaman powers.. . He picks up Bronsk's things and puts them in his backpack. He follows the wolf towards the strange light." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As they get closer, the light begins to fade, and when they get to the crossroads they saw the light from, it has already disappeared into another tunnel, as if it is trying to draw their attention. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe gray wolf advances cautiously, smelling the air to detect recent traffic through the sewer:\n\n\nOOC: Survival to track via scent: 1d20+15 roll=15, Total 30" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Though the stench from the sewers are quite painful to his nose, Bronsk manages to detect the trail from a creature he is unable to identify, and a human. The trail seems to go in the same direction as the otherworldly glow. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nIn wolf form, Bronsk seems much more intense and focused (insofar as it's possible to tell, with wolves.) With a glance at the others, Bronsk pads down the glowing tunnel." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"'Tis strange, the light seems to lure us deeper in to the sewers. We should'n let this happen, let's go faster. But be on your guard.\" Lisaa quickens her steps and follows the light fleet-footed." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " True, we should be on our guard, whispers Karl. This could be a trap... why did whoever screamed earlier stop? Are they unconscious, or was it a ploy to lure us in? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nPadding down the hallway, Bronsk peers through the golden haze that lingers over his vision.\n It's never been an issue until now, but communication with humanoids is problematic in this form...\nYes...We'll work something out. Er. Once I find a place to get dressed.\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The light keeps on floating, the source always just outside view, always following the trail of scent. Eventually, the light fades, and is replaced by the sound of footsteps again. This time however, the footsteps doesn't sound hurried. Rather, it sounds as if there is someone pacing back and forth. The light from Karl's knife is almost gone now. It will probably not last more than a two more minutes. Estimating from the scent and the sound, Bronsk would guess that the one making the footsteps are about 100 feet away. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe wolf pauses for a moment and trots in front of his newfound companions and turns, blocking their path. He stares at them with yellow eyes for a moment, and then begins moving stealthily down the tunnel, keen eyes making the most of the low light." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl turns to Lisaa, and whispers You know him right? Did that mean he wants us to wait, or follow him? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I'm not sure, he never changed into a wolf before. I think he wants to scout for us. But I'll follow him, I can still see things in this little light. I don't want to leave him alone there. Follow me if you think that you are as silent as an elf.\" Lisaa moves stealthily towards the sound of the footsteps.\n\n((Hide: 1d20+12 = 23; Move Silently 1d20+12 = 20))" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows carefully...\n\n(Hide (d20+6)[ 26 ] , Move Silently (d20+6)[ 18 ] )" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n I must talk to him later , Tyrgen thinks, as he watches the wolf Bronsk. He is happy to lapse into silence and to yield the lead position to the wolf, and feels slightly reassured by the cautious attitude of his newfound companions. Concerned about the unknown nature of the threat faced, he takes the hindmost position to guard against ambush, following as quietly as he is able in human form and silently cursing the faint clinking of his chain shirt.\n\n \n(Hide: [roll](d20+4)[/roll]; Move silently[roll](d20+4)[/roll])\n \n\nHide: 1d20+4=23; Move silently: 1d20+4=16." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Now?\" A deep voice says in a low voice from the area of the footsteps. \n The group carefully sneaks closer to the footsteps. They arrive at the crossroads nearest it, and peek around the corner. \n \"Not yet no. It still isn't late enough.\" \n There, in the faint illumination from the open sewer grate above them, they spot two creatures. One is the female lady who left the museum while Bronsk and Lisaa were visiting. She was the one who just spoke. \n \"But why do we have to wait so long?\" \n The other is a tall creature, resembling a cross between a human and a lizard. Lisaa identifies it as a male Lizardfolk. \n \"Because it would do you no good to get captured mere hours after your escape. We have to maintain a low profile, so that they don't find you or suspect me. Besides, I'm going to need your help.\" \n The two doesn't notice the groups approach. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl crouches against the wall, listening." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"My help? With what?\" The creature asks. \n \"Oh, nothing much. I'll tell you when the time is right.\" She finishes, and they both fade into silence again. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": "Tyrgen watches and listens in confusion, primarily staring at the unfamiliar shape of the lizardfolk individual, although as a conditioned reflex he tries to see if the two are carrying any obvious weaponry.\n\n(Spot: (d20+4)[ 17 ] )" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen spots that the lizardcreature is carrying a makeshift club. He doesn't spot any weapons on the woman though. \n \"When is the time right then?\" The lizard suddenly asks. \n \"Tonight. If we go out in daylight, you're sure to be spotted.\" The woman replies with a sigh of resignation. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n hmmm. A renegade. \nHe tests the air once again, trying to detect any further denizens of the sewer." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The only other denizens Bronsk can find from scent is that of various vermin and rodents which call the filthy surroundings home. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nthe wolf glances at the others with yellow lamp-like eyes, and returns his gaze to the lizardfolk and the lady from the museum, watching them carefully to see what they do next." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The two seem completely oblivious to the presence of others there, and seem to be fully focused on waiting for the sun to set. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"What do you think ? Was she the one who screamed ? She doesn't seem to be endangered by this lizardman. Should we take them to task ? They might react hostile ...\" , whispers Ayrin close to her two new companions." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Something's definately going on, whispers Karl, but I don't know what. Sounds like they're up to something shifty... " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Yes. Have you ever seen a creature like that before? Tyrgen whispers back, his eyes still on the Lizardman. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"A lizardman, they are no malign species. But they usually live far away from cities ... in small tribes in swamplands.\" , whispers Lisaa." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What should we do? Wait, leave or attack? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe wolf rolls its eyes and runs his head into the back of Karl's legs, nudging him forward." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl rolls his eyes. He steps forward, and shouts Pyra sheal zakrath ! A blaze of fire spreads from his hands, encasing the woman and the lizardman. As he does so, his body ripples, hair growing out, and his face growing forward like a dog." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Cursing profanely at the rash outbreak of violence, Tyrgen steps out quickly to the front of the group. He raises his weapon high, ready to bring it down in a moment if necessary, and shouts \" Surrender, or be cut down !\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa stares aghast at the attack and jumps in Karl's way. \"Hold, stop this violence !\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The lady jumps into the wall and uses the momentum to jump over the flames, thus avoiding any harm except for a few burnt hairs. The lizardcreature however, doesn't manage to react quickly enough and takes the full effect of the flame. The appearance of a werewolf and his companions seems to scare the lady, and she makes a hasty retreat in order to put distance between herself and the attackers. The lizardman however, steps forward, ready to swing his club into Karl. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe wolf's ears flatten against its head as the violence erupts around him. Trusting Lisaa to reason with the others, the wolf circles around, wedging itself between the werewolf and the lizardman, glancing from one to the other with teeth bared, menacingly." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\n((Inititiative: 1d20+5 = 16))\n\n \"I said hold it !\" shouts Lisaa at the were-Karl. To put emphasis to her words she stays right in front of him and changes into hybrid form. Hair sprouts on her body, her face changes into a half-wolf visage and her hands grow claws." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl steps back in shock, his face warping back to human, his hair receding, his claws sliding back into his hands.\nThen he steps past Amira.\n That's to show you our power. Now, put up your hands and get on your knees! " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Realizing that he is outnumbered and facing creatures far powerful than normal human beings, the Lizardfolk resigns and gets down on his knees with a hostile growl. The lady however, begins to run away as quickly as she can. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Stop her! Tyrgen shouts to the wolf Bronsk. He glances at the others around him, uncertain whether he should change as well, but the ingrained habit of keeping his nature a secret prevails for the moment, and he simply moves to stand guard over the prone Lizardman, holding his Glaive ready to pound the creature's head with the flat of the blade in case the creature tries anything. \n\n(Readies non-lethal attack on Lizardman)" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl just squats down and waits." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe yellow-eyed wolf glares at Tyrgen and Karl, but glances at Lisaa with a look of sadness in his eyes before setting off at a lope to catch up with the lady, tongue lolling as he moves." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The woman is running swiftly and unsteadily, as if she is caught by panic. However, Bronsk is quicker and gets closer to her with each step he takes. The woman dives in on a different tunnel, and Bronsk turns the corner... only to find a red and purple wand pointed at him. The woman swiftly swings the wand down towards him and utters a desperate \"stay\" . Bronsk feels magic flow out from the wand and into him. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStiffening suddenly, the wolf stands immobile.\n The irony of this is not lost on me. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " A look of relief flashes across the lady's eyes as she pockets the wand again and runs away from Bronsk towards a nearby exit. Before the magic even has a chance to wear off, she has gotten out of the sewers and back to the surface. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen swears again. He looks a little lost, and turns to Lisaa. Can you help him? , he asks, nodding at Bronsk, before snarling You stay still! And you! at the Lizardman and Karl. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nGathering internal force, the wolf concentrates and breaks free of the enchantment like a dog shaking off water. With a bound, it begins sniffing around the ground where the lady has stood...\nbut with a droop of the head, it turns and pads back to the assembled group, and past them, to around a corner. There's a brief organic noise and a bit of shuffling around accompanied by quiet swearing in Nord. after a few seconds, Bronsk rounds the corner, tying up a pair of trousers and fumbling with a shirt." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl smiles darkly at the lizard, seemingly oblivious to the anger of the others.\n So it seems your escape didn't go as well as you thought it would, eh? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nstill swearing underneath his breath in Nord, Bronsk pushes his way through the group, his hands reaching into one of the pouches at his belt and retrieving a small stoppered flask and a roll of gauze.\n \"Excuse me, friend. Let me see to your burns.\" Bronsk gestures to the patch on his sleeve in the shape of a cross with a green leaf: the sign of a healer and herbalist.\nHoping this will go some way towards apology, Bronsk will dress the creature's burns with a cooling salve and gauze.\n Heal - (1d20+11)[ 26 ] \nAs a finishing touch, Bronsk concentrates. Channeling the power of the nurturing spirits, Bronsk casts a spell designed to cure minor wounds. \n(+3hp restored)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The creature flashes a slightly mocking grin when he realizes that the Lady got away. He then stares oddly at Bronsk who tends to his burns. The mixture of tender care and simple curative magic eases the pain and heals parts of the burnt flesh, yet the Lizardcreature still growls towards Karl. \"Who are you, and how did you find me so fast?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Who I am is not important. Know only that I'm a powerful sorcerer... and that's how I found you so fast. As soon as you entered the sewers I knew. Karl reciprocates his mocking smile. Did you really think you could slip away so easily? The important thing is you're not escaping anymore, you're going back. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStraightening up from his work, Bronsk stares at Karl. \"Hyu know thiz man? Then who screamed?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Man? Karl looks at the creature. Well I suppose he is male. Yes I know of him. I'm just here to bring him back, can't have him escaping like this. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"NO.\" You can see fear shining in his eyes. \"You can't bring me back. I won't allow you. I'll rather die than return. You can't. I won't allow you.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Miklagardian looks a little nervous. Everything seemed to be spinning out of control.\n \"Back where? Where return you him to?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The lizardman throws a distraught look at Bronsk. \"Back to the Circus. I won't go back there. I won't let me be reduced to an object of entertainment ever again.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " The circus? Karl raises an eyebrow. Don't lie to us, that's not where you are from. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " He growls. \"Of course not. I'm from the grand lakes to the far south. You think I am here willingly?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sighs. No, I mean where you really escaped from. He stands up. Not that it matters, I know where you are really from. Your lies won't help you escape. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Told you not to move, Tyrgen mutters at Karl, and adjusts the position of his glaive slightly. So, where do you say he escaped from? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl carries on looking at the Lizardman. Well go on, tell them. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The creature growls. \"I've already told you.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl pauses... he scratches his stubbly chin. He looks slightly worried. Who was that woman then? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa sheates her shortsword and changes back into elf form. She listens confused to the conversation while she dons her stockings and boots again. \"What is his crime ? , she asks Karl directly." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I don't know. We met while I was still a prisoner, and she helped me escape.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks rather embaressed. Actually, I, um... I think I may have mistaken this Lizardman for someone else. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"What ? Mistaken ? For another Lizardman, I hope.\" , says Lisaa - still looking perplexed - and turns to the Lizardman. \"My apologies, we heard someone scream up in the town. And the track led to an entrance to the sewers. Was it this lady who screamed ?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes. It was her.\" The lizardman says, perplexed by this turn of events. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Wait, says Karl suspiciously, if she was rescuing you, why would she scream on seeing you? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"It wasn't me. She cleansed the streets for people, so that she could bring me to the sewers, but somehow one of those who worked in the circus found us. He saw her help me down into the sewers. She was originally going to stay behind on the surface and come for me later, you see. But he noticed her and grabbed her, and tried to force her into admitting setting me free. That was when she cried for help. So I came back and got rid of the man for her, and she found it to be best if she followed me into the sewers, in case someone else had heard her shout. Which you did.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his chin again, deep in thought." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n\nThe loud young man starts to relax, and is able to think some calm thoughts for the first time. He rests the base of his glaive by his right hand side, releasing his left hand from the shaft, and glances about as he considers the others. He seems interested in them now, rather than threatened. In a more normal tone of voice, he asks the runaway:\n\n Did you kill the man? I saw no body... " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes. I killed the man.\" He says, putting extra emphasis on I. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl stands and paces around.\n Look, I think I've made a big mistake here. \nHe turns back to the lizard. I'm really sorry about attacking you like that. How about I make it up to you by helping you escape the town?\n He seems unphased that the lizard just admitted to murdering a man. \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " He nods. \"Yes. That would be nice. I don't care for what happened, as long as I can get as far away from this place as possible.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe healer looks uncomfortable at the subject of killing so easily broached.\n spirits guide me...who are these men? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Alright then. Karl turns to the others. Do any of you know if the sewers extend outside the city? We could follow an outflow or something, maybe to a river outside? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Sorry, but I don't know. Bronsk and me just arrived in the capital\" , says the elf. \"It would be a good way to leave the city unsen though\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n A fugitive, because of what he is... I know what that's like. And this gives me a chance to find out more about these other werewolves. \n I also would like to help this man, but I have no idea where the sewers come out. I'm not f rom the city either. Perhaps we could find a way out if we all looked together. Or perhaps... somebody could buy a large cloak to hide this man, and we could walk out through the streets after dark? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl smiles wryly. Well, I'm afraid I'm not from here either. He turns to the Lizard. And I'm guessing that woman was going to take you out of the city at night, out the top. I'm just worried that there's too much risk of your former owners finding you that way. Hmmm... " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer looks at Lisaa askance.\n \"I don't mind helping, but we should let Sir Reginald at least know that we're around; I can go back and talk to him...and find a cloak maybe.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises an eyebrow. Sir Reginald? You have connections with a local noble? Could you use that to help this Lizardman? He turns back to the creature. Actually, I can't keep calling you Lizardman. What's your name? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk half-smiles and shakes his head.\n \"We only know him through someone else, and we still owe him a favor.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n If I asked Felis for help, he could sort this out in no time... but it would be safer to keep him out of this for now; just as father told me never to tell others of my condition, this poor creature's whereabouts must be kept an equally close secret. \n Go ahead, um... Bronks. But tell no-one about this. We don't want a lynch mob down here. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"My name? It is Treakher.\" The Lizardman responds. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Mine is Tyrgen Lhass. That one is Bronks, and I don't yet know the lady's name. You know, you can get up now if you want to, says Tyrgen, slinging his glaive onto his back and holding out his hand. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Erm. That'z Bronsk,\" Bronsk says over his shoulder, as he begins walking back they way they had come, heading back to the wayfarer's guild." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " And mine is Karl. Tell me Treakher, what did you do with the body of the man you killed? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, it... really isn't any of your concern. I'll tell you that it won't be found, but that's it.\" He replies. Obviously uncomfortable with the question. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Pity, if I knew what he looks like I could impersonate him with my magic. He grins. In case you haven't realised, I'm a sorcerer, hence the burning and the transformation into a wolf-monster. He goes and leans against the wall. I suppose we'll just have to wait for Bronsk to get back then. So tell us, do you have any plans for getting home once you are out of the city? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well... no, not really. I was hoping to just travel as far south as possible. Trying to avoid civilization as much as possible. Once I get past the river, I'll know my way home... why do you ask?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, I just wanted to know how far we needed to get you. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Only outside the town. From there on, I should be able to take care of myself.\" \n Just as he finishes speaking. Bronsk returns, carrying a large green cloak. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"And I am Lisaa.\" , says the elf.\n\n \"Ah, there is Bronsk again. What did you tell Sir Reginald ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk trots up, and neatly tosses the cloak to the lizardman. \"Here. I told him that we were doing some investigating. But! Bazztik and Sarah agreed to take over our task for us!\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The lizardman catches the cloak and swiftly dons it. The cloak covers most of his body, so that it becomes almost impossible to guess that he isn't a large human. \"Thank you.\" He says as he stands up. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen nods slowly, the ghost of a smile on his lips for the first time out of satisfaction in the disguise. It looks like we're about ready. I reckon we should leave as soon as it gets dark. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I agree, says Karl, nodding. But we shouldn't leave the sewers the way we came. Maybe we can go the way that woman ran? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I don't know. I have never been in the sewers before. I don't think we have to get up though. I mean, it has to exit somewhere, right?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, says Karl what I'd really like to do is follow the sewers to the outflow, and leave without having to get over the city walls. He looks around pensively. But I don't want to get lost in these confusing sewers, and there's no guarantee its big enough to let people through all the way. He grins wryly. I'd rather not wade through too much shi.t. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young nord scratches the stubble on his chin reflectively. \"It'll be hard to get lost: I can retrace our footsteps as wolf.\" he makes a face \"Not that iz pleasant.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"We should stay underground as long as possible. I don't fear getting lost here. I'm quite good with directions.\" , says Lisaa \"Maybe we'll even find some signposts or something similar. You know, for canal workers or the like.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The lizard glances up towards the hole showing the heaven above. \"Hmm... seems like it is getting late. I think I can see the moon rising.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Right, let's get going then. If we keep walking downstream, we should find an outlet eventually. Does anyone have a lamp? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl chuckles. I don't need a lamp. He chants and holds up his hands, causing his knife to glow once more (this lasts 40 minutes)." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": "Tyrgen grunts a reluctant acknowledgement, and starts heading downstream, assuming the others will follow. As he walks, he pulls out his glaive again and uses the haft as a walking stick to avoid slipping in the mire. A frown creases his face, as he comes to terms with what has happened, and dwells on the nature and character of his new companions.\n\n They seem trustworthy... even the sorcerer. Three other werewolves, this one previously unknown to the other two. I MUST talk to them... but best not to involve the lizard. \n\nHe glances back to look at the others, a troubled look on his face." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " After about 25 minutes of walking, the group finds an exit for the sewers. The exit is nothing more than a dump right out in a nearby swamp just outside the city, but the exit is still big enough to serve as an exit for Treakher. He turns to those who followed him out. \"Thank you for your help. This more than makes up for your little misunderstanding. If you ever visit the Grand Lakes, I'll make sure to remember you.\" Finally, he smiles, and with a wave he leaves out into the night, beginning his long journey home. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl smiles wanly. Good luck! \nHe turns back to the others when the Lizard's gone. Well, we were lucky there. I thought we'd have to sneak over the walls, or lie our way through the guards. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Farewell, may your journey be swift and safe.\" , says Lisaa and waves good bye. She turns to Bronsk. \"We need a place to stay for the night. Sir Reginald or some inn ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk thinks a for a moment. \"Uh. He was just closing up when I got there, so he's gone home already; we shouldn't disturb him. We could find an inn, I think.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Now wait just a moment. Karl wags a finger in front of Lisaa. I want some answers first. You're not a sorcerer, yet you transformed, without magic words or gestures, into a wolf beast. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nWith a jerk of his head, Tyrgen turns to stare at Karl. I wasn't ready for this yet... perhaps it's good he's started it ... But sorcery ? If he isn't truly a werewolf, can I trust him? His fists clench, then relax, and he waits to see how Lisaa reacts." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"How do you know that I'm not a sorceress ?\" , asks Lisaa mockingly. \"Anway, I don't believe that you can change into a half-wolf because of sorcerous powers. Me, I'm a lycanthrope ... what's your excuse ?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl stands with his arms folded, looking down at Lisaa. I knew you were not a sorceress because, as I said, you didn't cast any spell. He looks at Bronsk. You transformed into a wolf. Are you a lycanthrope as well? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young man hesitates, his eyes flickering from person to person.\n \"Uh. Yes.\" He seems about ready to bolt down the tunnel. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl turns to Tyrgen. And what's your reaction to this, suddenly finding yourself with two strangers afflicted with the curse of the werewolf? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks at Karl with some measure of resentment in his eyes.\n \"It'z not a curse, hyu know. It iz power, pure and simple; hyu of all people should know, sorceror. Shall we call hyu dragon-blood a curse?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises one eyebrow. I have no dragon blood. When it comes to the ways of magic, it is best not to make assumptions. He turns back to Tyrgen. But I still want to know what you think.\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStill glaring, Bronsk answers hotly, his accent becoming thicker as he loses his temper.\n \"And hyu should not make assumptions about whether iz curse or not!\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl snarls. Will you wait a moment! I want to hear what this man thinks first. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n I think you can't help what you're born with. And - oh, Ah'khan's teeth, perhaps I'd better just show you . With that curse, Tyrgen changes into his hybrid form, and then back to human. You see? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl blinks. And then starts to chuckle. His chuckles grow until he is laughing uproariously, tears dripping down his face. Eventually his laughter subsides, and he wipes his eyes. What's the chance of that? Four of us, all afflicted with this curse, and we just meet completely randomly. He turns back to Bronsk and Lisaa. Yeah, so when I said I transformed through sorcery, I lied. Hope you understand. He chuckles again." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"It is not a curse !\" , says Lisaa emphatically. \"And we didn't meet by chance.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl suddenly stops laughing. What do you mean, we didn't meet by chance? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Well, this is not the first time within a few days that I meet lots of others of my kind at the same place. I fear that here is fate involved, maybe a god. It has something to do with Michelle Ami and the Ninjizuishou. I suppose you didn't know that Michelle Ami was a werewolf too ?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Michelle who? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Michelle Amy ! Do you want to make fun of me ? I saw you in her museum just some hours ago.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Oh, I see. I'm not very good at reading this language, it's not my native tongue. She was some sort of hero yes, something to do with werewolves? I didn't really understand the museum, I just was interested to look at all the items. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nFor a moment, all the shaggy-haired healer does is gape.\n Zounds! More lycanthropes...can they really be so common here? \nFinally, he coughs. \"I agree. I doubt it iz coincidence. Maybe we can get out of this sewer? Perhaps find some dinner, and we can explain?\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Good plan. And I wouldn't mind an explanation either. You're the first were... oh, it can wait until dinner. I know a quiet place back in town where we can talk privately... if you don't mind walking back through the sewer again. After that uncharacteristic outpouring of words, Tyrgen waits to see if the others approve his suggestion. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk makes a face.\n \"Can we get a bath first? Walking on all fours in sewer...It'z not ideal.\"\n\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Walking in boots isn't ideal! Karl lifts up his boots, to show you the excrement pasted on them. But anyway, let's get out of the sewers and back to town first. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Right... it's just a quiet inn where I've been staying, a little way from the docks. They don't do baths, but you could get some soap and a bucket of water there, and a basic meal at most hours. If you know somewhere better... Tyrgen leaves the statement hanging. \n (OOC: I'm afraid I'm ad-libbing stuff I should have cleared with Maryring first; it's just that this is the kind of place I feel Tyrgen would be staying). " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shrugs. Sounds fine to me. What do you two think? he asks Lisaa and Bronsk." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Sounds good. Well, at least for one night. Let's go then.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods carefully." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Very well. Follow me. Tyrgen starts heading back through the sewers to town. None of the other characters can see it, but there's a rare smile on his face. Other werewolves... " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows, deep in thought." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " It doesn't take long for the group to get out of the sewers. The fresh air beats against t$hem as sweet as the sweetest rose, compared to the stench from the sewers. The moon is gently floating up in the night sky, filling all of them with a gentle feeling of peace and serenity, despite the excitement and tension that has arrived in the group. Tyrgen leads the group to the small inn he mentioned. It is still open, despite it being very late. However it is obvious that it has only stayed open for so long because of another guest who is currently sitting in a corner for him/herself. The owner looks up at the group, not saying anything immediately. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Tyrgen nods at the innkeeper politely as he enters. My friends need rooms, food, and water to wash with . Can you arrange that? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The barkeeper scans the group with a grunt. \"If you've got the cash, yeah. HEY, SALLY.\" He shouts into what must be the kitchen. \"We've got guests. Get out some bread and water for them, then prepare their rooms.\" He nods towards Tyrgen. \"Your food will be along shortly. The price for it all will be two gold pieces and four silver pieces.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl fishes out a gold piece. Here's my share. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nSighing softly, Bronsk reaches for one of the pouches on his belt and draws out six silver pieces." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa draws a flat pouch from under her chain shirt and gives six silver pieces to the barkeeper." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen forks over his six silver pieces as well, counting them out slowly with all-too-evident concentration. W ash first, then talk over dinner? he asks the others hesitantly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Miklagardian nods. \"Yes.\" He sniffs the air. \" Very yes.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sighs. Yeah, it's better not to smell of excrement when you're eating. Where are the baths? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"There is a washroom in the shed next door. Just don't mistaken it for the toilett.\" The barman replies. \"There should be some soap and a bucket of water there.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods and then opens the door. He nods once more towards Lisaa.\n \"Ladies first?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Thanks. It shouldn't take too long. I mainly have to clean my boots.\" , says Lisaa with a smile and slips past Bronsk into the room. She closes the door and after 5 minutes she is back again with clean boots and a bit refreshed." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl gestures for Bronsk to go in before him." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Bronsk smiles faintly. \"Sure? I will take time.\" He makes a face. \"Smelled with a good nose, it clings that much more to me.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Yes, it does. But you should go first of us three, if only because you had the worst of it. I will go last. He says this last part with an air of finality. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nSome minutes later finds Bronsk stepping out of the washroom, a fresh if somewhat rumpled shirt on his back and a relieved smile on his face.\n \"That'z much better.\" giving a mock salute to Tyrgen and Karl, the young Nord takes a seat at one of the tables and waits for them." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " My turn. See you in a minute. He ducks into the bathroom.\nFive minutes later he comes back out, very clean and having changed some of his clothes. Ah, it feels good to be this clean. Reminds me of home. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen takes his turn at a 5 minute scrub-up, and rejoins the group in the bar. He nods to the others on his return, then picks a table in the furthest corner from the other customer and takes a seat facing into the room." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " At around that time, the woman Sally arrives at the table with the food. The food isn't very impressive. Hard bread as the only food, and water to drink, but it is still enough to satisfy their hunger. Sally smiles briefly, giving her round face a motherly expression, before she places two keys on the table and turns to leave. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n I Shouldn't complain about bread and water two days in a row...but I could certainly go for some venison about now...\n Between crispy mouthfuls of bread, Bronsk addresses the other lycanthropes.\n\" Hyu know, I think there's a reason we all are here. I said earlier that I am spirit-shaman, so I will tell you of a vision I had two nights ago.\" \nHe lowers his voice somewhat, trying to keep his voice from distinctly reaching Sally or the inkeeper.\n \"I met a powerful spirit. She called herself Angel of Hope, and she was beautiful.\" Bronsk smiles to himself at the memory.\n \"She told me that our kind faces a test, one linked to the old hero Michelle Ami. There are some things most do not know about her and the ninjinshi; Michelle was, erm. \" Bronsk hesitates \"Like us.\" he finishes lamely. He continues, \"Something lies sealed away in a cave far from here, sealed by keys once held by Ami and the others. The Angel told me that to open thiz door iz essential. Therefore, Lisaa and I have been researching Michelle Ami.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Look, Karl interrupts. I'm not from here, I don't know anything about Michelle or the, uh, ninjinshi? I had a look at that museum because I'm interested in magic items, but I find it hard to read the local language, so I didn't learn much about her. Before the shocking revelations that only we know, can you tell me what everyone else knows about her? " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Quite a story. Two nights ago, and now they meet me... the first other werewolves I've ever seen. Can it be true? \n Tyrgen answers Karl shortly: \"A hero, out of childhood stories. Lived a long time ago. There. You know as much as I do.\" \n Then, turning back to Bronsk, he says: \n \"That's... some story. Um. You seem like good people... If I can help, I will. And I want to talk about the ... other thing ... too, but maybe later.\" With that, Tyrgen closes his uneven response, feeling tongue-tied. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks a little embarassed after Karl's interruption\n \"Sorry. Thiz is all new to me, too.\" He clears his throat of a few errant crumbs with a swig of lukewarm water. He takes a deep breath\n \"Okay...So Ami and the nijizuishou were...adventurers? Heroes, I guess. Together they built the door, and locked it with seven keys. Ami's key helps us find the others, so we searched there first. I think...\" Bronsk pauses and scratches the stubble on his lean chin, \" Those artifacts in the museum are important to thiz. Lisaa and me, we know a scholar who researches Ami, and would help us find out more about them. Also, Ami's real house still stands. We should go sometime. \" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes. You said that Baztikk and Sasha see about the artifacts in the museum ? Then we should probably go to Ami's old home tomorrow.\" , says Lisaa and looks at the food. \"A meagre meal. Out in the wilds I could hunt and gather tastier things. But it is cheap and satiating.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"True. I don't like city food either, and sometimes miss hunting my own food too\" But I won't go back to that life either. A grin that had briefly appeared on Tyrgen's face at the thought of better eating fades, then, more seriously, he resumes: \"The plan sounds good to me. You know more about this than I do, and I'm willing to trust you. I hope the same is true for you.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The other guest in the bar looks curiously at the four of you, before it stands up and leaves the inn. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, I'll help you, as long as we can get some money or stuff to sell. I don't have much left. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I'm glad that you want to help us. Money could be a problem though. So far we haven't found anything of worth. We only found this door in the mountains that we can't open.\" , says Lisaa. \"I don't know if Mia or the church of Iris can help us with funds.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The barman walks up to you briskly and interupts your conversation. \"We're closing now.\" He says bluntly, obviously expecting you to take the hint. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nLooking a little annoyed, Bronsk makes ready to go." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, we can continue this conversation in our rooms. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Mhm.\" Lisaa stands up to go to the rooms. \"Two rooms ? Then I share a room with Bronsk.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk Siefsson \nThe young Nord stumbles as he rises, blushing red.\n \"Erm. I'll take the floor ov course,\" he says, his accent much thicker as he stumbles over the words, and hurries off to check on the arrangements." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The rooms are incredibly simple. They lack many things which could make the stay more comfortable, but at least there is a lockable door to the rooms. The room consist of one simple bed, and an \"extra\" bed, which is a blanket and a pillow on the floor. There is a window leading out that is currently open, but that can be closed by wooden shutters. Other than that, there is nothing in the room. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sighs. Well, at least it's cheap. So Tyrgen, toss a coin for the bed? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"So, do we want to continue our talk in one of the rooms or is it time for you to sleep ?\" , asks Lisaa." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " No, let's talk for a bit. Karl sits down on his bed. Come on everyone, in here. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nHaving regained his composure somewhat, Bronsk takes a seat on the floor, crossing his legs beneath himself.\n \"We were getting some odd look downstairs. Do hyu think there will be trouble?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Why should we ? Well, someone might have eavesdropped on us. We talked about Ami and her nijizuishou friends and about the museum. But nothing illegal. They'd just think that we are a bunch of odd venturers.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl grins. Yes, adventurers always talk of strange things. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk pipes in \"So, let's talk more of strange things.\" He passes a hand across his brow wearily.\n \"I think tomorrow we should either return to the museum and try and find out more about the artifacts, or go visit Ami's house in the wild. In the wild, Lisaa and I can provide for us, easy. Cities...\" Bronsk waves a hand. \"I'm not good with them. Too many people.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Nodding in sympathy, Tyrgen replies \"I'm the same. I have tried to live here, so that I could get used to people again. But it would be easier in the wilds.\" and this time I won't be alone. His eyes flickering around the room nervously, he then starts on what really interests him. \"So...now we are alone... what does it mean to you, that we are... what we are? All I know of this is my own past, and ugly stories.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"It'z...more complicated here. At my home, it was very simple; as shaman, iz not strange for me to take the shape of a wolf. I think...\" Bronsk rocks back and forth a little as he watches the ceiling for a moment. \"I think we have more...potential? For great good or great evil, if we choose it. Vakri tells me I'm being simple, but I think it can be that simple. I think it iz gift, even if we are feared because of it.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " A gift and a curse. Karl's face looks grim. Make no mistake. Lycanthropy is a plague. Anyone who gets scratched or bitten by you in your non-human forms may develop it. And they don't keep control of themselves when transformed, they become raging beasts, killing anyone close to them, even their own families. Anyone who survives their attack may also develop the curse, and soon you have an epidemic. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"The infected are the real problem, for them it is a curse. But for those who are born with lycanthropy it is different. It can be a gift of great power. It is their own decision and behaviour how to use this power. Some abuse it and turn it into a curse.\" , says Lisaa. \"If you have to fight someone in your non-human form then fight to kill, not to injure.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer sighs and locks his fingers together.\n \"I hope it never comes to that. Besides...I was told that only the bite of...our kind could change another?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " No, claws as well. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Looking down at his hands, and remembering well their other shape, Tyrgen nods. This all ... tallies, I think. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he goes on slowly: But ... I must say something else. I do not know how it is where you come from. Here, if the people find out what you are, and they catch you, they will cut you up and burn the pieces. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl smiles wryly. Ah, reminds me of home. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\n[smart ass] \"No, no. It is only the bite 1 of a werewolf that carries the disease. [/smart ass] But with what else do you fight when you are a wolf ?\" , says Lisaa. \"Back home in my village werewolves are accepted - well, those who are born as werewolves. But it is different in the human lands and also in many elven lands. I've kept my nature secret from all humans but one.\" \n 1 :\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD \n Curse of Lycanthropy (Su) \n\nAny humanoid or giant hit by a werewolf’s bite attack in animal or hybrid form must succeed on a DC 15 Fortitude save or contract lycanthropy. \n \n " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n You were accepted? Why would you leave? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I decline to talk about it.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sighs. \"It'z much easier when you travel; a healer never lacks welcome and rarely stays long. Now me,\" He taps himself on the knee. \"I left to see the world and learn more about it and the spirits that live there. Also; herbs.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Sounds nice, Tyrgen replies, with just a hint of envy. I ... well... I don't want to talk about it either. Sorry. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Ah, good 'ol 'erbs, eh? \nKarl grins. I'm amazed, Lisaa, that anywhere accepts werewolves. I've never heard of anywhere that does. Must be quite a culture shock leaving to somewhere with such a different attitude. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"No. I knew how the attitude towards werewolves would be in human lands. It is quite comprehensible - unlike some other customs.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nThe ghost of a smile floats on Tyrgen's lips again as he waits to hear more." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk laughs. \"Yes. Humans, we...er, Zusammbauen ...uh...Build?\" he shakes his head and coughs. \"We build our culture as we go along, not like the elves.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Nodding, in agreement, Tyrgen answers \"True. A nd much of what we built is very strange, even if what is strange seems normal to most. I grew up ... in the countryside. Coming into the city showed me how odd men are in both.\" Wolf ways make much more sense. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Damn.\" A petite voice suddenly says. The group hears the sound of cloth being ripped and the sound of someone very light moving on the roof above them. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks up in shock. Someone was listening!\n (Is there a window in this room?) \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": "(Yes, there is an open window inside the room.)" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa runs to the door and opens it. On the floor she looks for a stairway that leads up.\n\n((Spot: 1d20+11 = 18))" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl runs over to the window, rifling through his bag as he does so. He pulls out a potion marked \"L\", and drinks it. Then he jumps out the window, but doesn't fall. Instead, he starts to float up.\n(He drank a potion of levitation)" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk seems startled at the sudden flurry of movement, and seeing Karl jump out the window, quickly runs to it and looks out, trying to track Karl's progress.\n Damn. I hope he doesn't start setting fire to people again.\n Bronsk looks tenatively for an easy way to scale to the roof from the window." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Lisaa does spot a ladder leading up to a closed hatch in the ceiling. There doesn't seem to be any other ways to get up to the top floor. Meanwhile Karl floats up to the roof and notices a tiny person nimbly jumping from rooftop to rooftop. The individual is incredibly swift for someone so small, but because it is wearing a cloak he can't identify the individual. For Bronsk, there is no \"easy way\" up on the roof from the window. He could grab hold of the roof and drag himself up. It would be difficult, but not impossible. \n (Climb DC 15) " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Damnation! Karl pulls himself onto the roof, and runs after the cloaked figure as fast as he can, levitating up over anything too big to jump." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa climbs up the ladder and tries to open the hatch. If it opens she climbs up through the opening." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk glances back at Tyrgen with a slightly-panicked look on his face.\n \"I'll go; Gotta make sure he doesn't set anyone else on fire.\" \nGrunting with the effort, Bronsk hoists himself onto the windowsill, his boots scrabbling for purchase as he looks for a handhold to the roof above.\n Climb - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Bronsk tries to heave himself onto the roof, but he slips and barely manages to keep himself from falling down. He then grits his teeth and makes a second attempt, and this time he manages to drag himself up onto the roof. Lisaa manages to open the hatch, and opens it with a loud thud. In the room above, Lisaa spots a window leading out to the roof, as well as several objects covered by dusty cloth. Karl finds it incredibly difficult to keep up with the spy, as he moves and jumps so quickly that he has problems following him with his eyes. Still, Karl follows as swiftly as he can. Finally, the spy disappears, having probably entered a building, but from where he stands, Karl can't see which building. A quick scan reveals that he is close to the museum where he first saw Bronsk and Lisaa. Far behind him, he can see Bronsk standing on the inn. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks around, and snarls in irritation. He sees the museum, thinks for a moment, and then runs and levitates toward it." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa jumps to the window and looks through it." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Through the window, Lisaa can see Karl chasing after the spy across the rooftops. \n Karl floats towards the Museum. Both windows on the second floor are closed, and that is the window on the third floor too. From the third floor however, he can hear the sound of two individuals speaking. One male voice, and a female voice. \n (Yes, the timeline isn't entirely correct. If Lisaa waits, she will see Karl suddenly floating towards a building.) " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl lands on the ground, and runs over to the museum, beneath the window to the third floor. Then he jumps up, aiming to float up to the window." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " When Karl attempts to float up, he finds that the magical powers of the potion has worn off. \n (Sorry. 3 minutes has passed since you drank the potion.) " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa jumps out of the window and tries to follow Karl over the roofs of the buildings.\n\n((Elves can do that ! 😉 Jump or Balance checks ?))" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl grimaces. Nothing I can do. He strains his ears to try and see what's being said." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nSquinting in the darkness, Bronsk tries to follow Karl's motions as best he can. He waits, somewhat fretfully, to see if Tyrgen is coming.\n(Bronsk will offer a hand if Tyrgen tries coming through the window)" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Tyrgen attempts to follow Bronsk out of the window and up onto the roof. \n\n(Climb check: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nthe shaggy-haired youth's white sleeves almost glow in the moonlight.\n \"That way\" he says, simply, pointing to where he last saw Karl.\nPicking his way across the rooftops, he proceeds towards the museum." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " From where he is standing on the ground, Karl can't hear the exact words in the conversation. He can only catch the general tone, which seems to be light-hearted and friendly. When Bronsk, Lisaa and Tyrgen arrives, the speaking has silenced a bit, so they can't hear any actual words either. Not much happens, until they all hear the sound of something heavy falling down the stairs inside the building. The speaking immediately stops and less than three seconds later they hear the sound of the girl screaming. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl dashes around to the front of the museum, and tries to open the front door." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": "(OOC: Does Bronsk see an easy way into the museum from the nearby rooftop?)" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa follows Karl to the front door. She draws her shortsword on the way." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen follows the others to the front door, almost absent-mindedly pulling out his glaive as he does so, while his gaze flickers warily across the museum's windows. What's happening in there? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Bronsk blanches at little at the ease with which everyone around him appears to be drawing weapons, but for the moment, he returns his gaze to the side of the building, looking for another entry." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " When Karl rounds the corner to the museum, he notices a person running away from the building with an incredible speed. There is no way he can catch up with the person without some sort of magic. The door to the Museum is open, and inside he can see the elderly owner of the Museum lying at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood with a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest. His granddaughter is holding his lifeless body and cries. When Tyrgen and Lisaa rounds the corner shortly afterwards, they too see what Karl sees. Bronsk however, can't find any other entrance into the Museum other than the windows on the second and third floor. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Oh no... Karl turns to Bronsk. You're a healer, quick check if you can save him! " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nKarl is addressing thin air as Bronsk is already rushing forward to kneel at the stricken man's side.\n(OOC: I suspect it's too late, but a quick Heal - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] should let me know hs condition.)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nina's crying slows down slightly when she notices Bronsk. She gently allows him to examine the old man. He is still alive, but only barely so, and will bleed to death if nothing is done to help him quickly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nMentally thanking Vakri for his foresight, Bronsk carefully channels some of the healing energy of the spirits into the old man.\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+4)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The wound closes around the bolt that is still sticking out of his chest, and the bleeding seems to mostly stop. A more healthy colour slowly floods into the old man's face, but he still isn't concious. Nina is still crying, but now it is tears of relief. \"T... thank you.\" She stutters through her tears. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n Sucking in a breath of relief as well, Bronsk examines the wound. Thinking carefully, he retireves a compact white-painted case from a pouch on his oddly-bulky belt and takes a few instruments and tools out.\n \"He'll be all right, but thiz may take a while. Got to get the bolt out soon. May I?\" Bronsk taps the healer's patch on his sleeve. \n\"Karl, can hyu use those flames of yours to heat some water? Or maybe some decent light?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Y... yes. Go ahead.\" She stands up and retrieves a nearby lantern, before she lights it. \"Here.\" She says as she places it besides Bronsk. \"Anything else I can do?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Right. Karl starts to run back to the inn, to fetch some water. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Wait.\" Nina says before Karl can leave. \"Take this bucket with you.\" She says and points to a bucket standing behind the entrance door. \"The nearest well is in the market place. Do you need me to show you the way?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk retrieves a small blade wrapped in pure white gauze from his healer's kit. He sets it carefully to the side as he continues to watch the old man's breathing.\n \"Well...not much. A pillow for hiz head, maybe.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nOn his guard against any immediate threats, Tyrgen double checks the area, then says bluntly to Nina: \"You can tell us what happened here. Who was that? Why did they attack you?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " No time for that. Karl grabs the bucket and Nina's arm. Let's find this quick! " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"There's one in me room on the top floor. Just git up the stairs an' climb the ladder and fetch it.\" Nina manages to say before she and Karl leaves the building. Nina leads Karl to the market place with the well and gives the rope to Karl. \"Here. Tie the rope to the bucket. I'll remove the lid on the well.\" She says before she swiftly moves the wooden lid from the top of the well. \n (Use Rope DC 10 to tie a knot strong enough to bring up water.) " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nNot wanting anyone to go off by themselves, Tyrgen takes off his cloak and rolls it up into a makeshift pillow.\n \"Will this do, um, Bronsk?\" , he asks. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa just stands there and gawks helplessly for a while. She sheathes her shortsword and asks Bronsk \"Can I help you with the the wound ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk pushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles a slightly-haggard smile up at Lisaa.\n \"No, Sorry. Unless you have training as a healer...No. But thank hyu, Lisaa.\"\n\n He nods at Tyrgen \"Thanks.\" \n " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I had some training as a healer.\" She kneels down and tries to help Bronsk if he allows it.\n\n((Aid another Heal skill check: 1d20+4 = 10 Oi, that was close.))" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nAfter passing the makeshift pillow to Bronsk, Tyrgen goes to stand guard just outside the door . A brief thought distracts him for a moment - Better remember to get that cloak back: Felis believed it had protective power - but then he turns his full attention to the streets and rooftops around the area." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Alright. Karl carefully ties a knot in the rope (taking 10, gives me 12) to attach it to the bucket." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Good.\" Nina takes the bucket and throws it down into the well, where it is filled with water. She then takes a firm grip of the rope and pulls up the bucket. \"Grab the bucket and untie it while I hold it up.\" She says when the bucket nears the top. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBending carefully over his work, Bronsk begins to try and clear up the sides of the wound using a small clean cloth and a bottle of raw grain alcohol. After a while, he sits back.\n \"From here, I wait until there is water.\"\n\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl unties the bucket while Nina holds it. Right, let's go. He jogs back to the Museum, careful not to spill the water." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nina nods in thanks, and the two hurry back to the Museum. They arrive a few minutes after Bronsk finishes treating the wound with alcohol. Nina, realizing that she would just be in the way, decides to wait outside the building with Tyrgen. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen greets Nina with a curt nod and makes room for her. His gaze still carefully scanning the approaches to the Museum, he asks her, more hesitantly this time: \"Um... what happened here?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl plonks the bucket down in front of Bronsk. Right, now for some prestidigitation... he speaks a set of arcane syllables, and clamps his hands on the sides of the bucket. The water bubbles and steams, quickly reaching boiling temperature, then dying down to merely hot." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles and gets down to the somewhat messy work of removing the bolt and then healing the wound.\n Heal Check - (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+6)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Bronsk carefully dislodges the bolt without causing a big bleeding, before he closes the wound with his magic. The man seems to awake with a start, before his eyes closes again in deep, healing sleep. \n \"I... I dinnae know.\" Nina says. \"I was sittin' in me room when suddenly I heard something fall. I checked to see what had happened, and I saw a shadowy person run out o' the building. I couldn't get a good look o' him, because I was more concerned with grandpa who was bleeding at the bottom o the stairs.\" Suddenly her face becomes pale. \"Wait here...\" She runs into the building, past Bronsk, Karl and Lisaa and into the actual museum. A short while later she returns and runs up the stairs. She checks both of the rooms above before she returns back to the top of the stairs. \"They're gone... The Sapphire items from Michelle... they're all gone.\" She says, dazed. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"Michelle... Ami?\" says Tyrgen, realising what has happened only slowly. His eyes flashing with worry, he turns from the street to look at the others. \"We need to follow that thief. Now!\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yee !\" , cries Lisaa. \"But where to ? He moved incedibly fast and could be anywhere in this city or even beyond by now.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"The hunted does not always go far, if no pursuit is seen...\" muttered Tyrgen, almost to himself. He paces across the room, stooping to pick up the arrow, then turns to face the others with half his mouth raised into a smile. \"We have the ... skills to find him, I think.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yeah, let's follow our noses. He moves away from the building, the direction the attacker went, sniffing as he goes." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Right.\" Lisaa goes into the museum and tries to get a good impression of the rapscallion's scent." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nFirst making sure that Nina isn't looking, Tyrgen examines the scents on the arrow used by the thief. It would help if I could change... maybe later. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStraightening up from his work one last time, Bronsk washes his hands with the remaining hot water.\n \"There. He'll be fine, but we should get him to bed, I think.\" \nHe listens as the others talk of tracking. he sighs.\n \"I'm pretty good at finding people. Even here, I guess. But first, Tyrgen, hyu can help me carry this fellow? Nina...Just make sure he rests, I guess. We'll go and look for the thief.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"No, we should let him sleep where he is. The trail is growing cold... but if you want, you and this girl can carry the old man to bed, and then you can catch up, \" Tyrgen suggests, as he heads back to the door. \"The three of us will be easy to follow.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks suprised, but then shrugs.\n \"All... right. I'll follow then.\" He gives Nina an apologetic look.\n \"Would you please help me move him to bed?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Dinnae worry. I can carry him up ta bed meself. Just... git those items back. I worry 'bout how grandpa'll react if he wakes up and finds out them relics are missing.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer seems a little reluctant to leave, but he seems reassured by Nina's brawn. \"All right.\" He glances at his companions. \"We hunt?\" He dashes outside and looks for a dark corner." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"We hunt .\" With this abrupt token of agreement, Tyrgen also goes outside and glances around for a concealed corner. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " There is a dark, concealed corner a bit further down the street. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Don't bother with that, let's just hunt. It'll be slower, but we won't get attacked. Karl walks down the street, sniffing. (We do get scent and low-light vision in all our forms)" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, it would be unwise to run a round like that in such a big city.\" , says Lisaa and follows the trail of the thief.\n\n((Survival: 1d20+9 = 13))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks relieved that the night's plans don't involve changing. He nods and follows suit.\n survival - (1d20+11)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The trail leads them to the gates of the city, where the new scent of a horse along with the hoofmarks on the ground, show that the thief has switched from running on foot to riding a horse. The hoofmarks and the trail both lead into the forest outside the city's perimeter. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"It looks like we should be able to change soon...\" suggests Tyrgen, with a little trepidation. How long has it been? A year? Two? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, shrugs Karl. I guess we carry on. We could do run faster on all fours, but I don't want to be shot by a huntsman. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods, a trifle nervously.\n \"I smell much better as wolf...but let us at least wait until we reach the forest, if we must.\" " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n\nTyrgen nods, and leads the way towards the woods, following the trail as he goes\n\nSurvival: (d20+9)[ 27 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, let's change soon when we are in the forest. I want to find a secure place for my belongings though.\" , says Lisaa and follows the trail.\n\n((Track: 1d20+9 = 15))" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " A safe place? I guess we could bury them or something... " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I prefer to tie my things up in the fork of a branch. But Bronsk's belt is a brilliant solution. I should try the same with my backpack.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles a little bashfully in the darkness.\n \"It was a gift from mine uncle.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " In wolf form, the group has no problems with following the trail left behind from the thief. Bronsk finds that it is oddly familiar though. After a few hours of travelling through the forest, the sun begins to rise in the horizon, and another hour later, the group arrives at the end of the trail. By a house in the middle of the forest. Karl and Lisaa immediately recognize it as very similar to the museum, with Bronsk and Tyrgen realizing it only slightly later. The horse is standing outside the house, bound to a tree. However it is obviously very frightened by the groups presence, as it is pawing at the ground and tugging at the reins. \n (Just a small reminder that your things drop from your body if you change and the items can't be worn on your new body. So unless you have some means of carrying the items, you'll have to hide them under a tree.) " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa wiggles out of her backpack (perhaps with the help of the others) and tells the others to surround the house. She looks out for openings like windows.\n\n((It should be possible to jump through a closed window if the shutters are open. Glass and wooden braces should brake and a werewolves' DR should protect from injuries.))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sniffs around the house and freezes abruptly. He sniffs the air a few more times, and sits down on his haunches, his yellow eyes sharp. A ghost of a growl rumbles in his throat." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nLooking up from depositing his backpack and strapped-on-glaive(!) in a handy sheltered spot, the wolf Tyrgen looks quickly in the direction of Bronsk, then follows the line of his gaze.\n\n(Spot: (1d20+4)[ 8 ] )" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk slowly rises, and he growls a short sentence in the tongue of wolves\n \"The woman from the sewers. It is her.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises from his haunches, his body shifting to a humanoid shape, yet still wolfen, the bag with his clothes falling from his jaws where he had held it. I told you didn't I, all was not what it seemed there, he growls in a twisted approximation of human speech." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk\n The yellow-eyed wolf glances sidelong at his companions, his shaggy fur almost seeming to float in the night. moving quietly, he pads around the cabin carefully, making sure the cabin is not a distraction.\n Move Silently - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Scenting - (1d20+15)[ 35 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thief is most definately inside the cabin. Walking around the cabin reveals that there are two places where the shutters aren't closed. There is one on the first floor, into the main room of the house, and on the bedroom of the second floor. A few times, the shadow of an individual inside the house can be seen moving around. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nOn Bronsk's return from his circuit of the building, Tyrgen pads over to him and asks what he saw in the language of wolves. He seems a little more at ease in this form, although he takes due caution not to be too visible from the hut's windows (Hide (1d20+6)[ 22 ] )." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe yellow-eyed wolf rumbles a reply\n \"She's inside. two windows; first floor and second floor bedroom. I'll watch the windows from outside. You three can go in. Fine?\"\n Bronks rises and stalks to a choice vantage point, and waits for the others to make their move. \n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl growls, alright. He mutters, and then his form shifts, appearing like that of the woman from the sewers, that he saw earlier. This ought to confuse them, give us a few precious seconds if it comes to violence. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Now that we have catched up with him I would be more comfortable with my equipment, wether it comes to a fight or not.\" , says Lisaa. She takes the backpack with her muzzle and disappears with it behind some shrubbery.\n\n...\n\nIf noone objects she reappers shortly thereafter clothed but in hybrid form." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"I agree,\" states Tyrgen simply, and does the same. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Inside the house, you find that it is in surprisingly good shape for being so old. There is no trace of rot inside the house, only a thick layer of dust on most objects, and the footprints of a human female leading up to the bedroom on the second floor. You can hear her mumbling something from the room. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nHolding up his hand for silence, Tyrgen creeps forward and listens for a moment outside the bedroom door (move silently (1d20+4)[ 22 ] , listen (1d20+5)[ 12 ] )." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe yellow-eyed wolf glances once at the horse yet tied outside the house, then returns watching the windows for any sign of attempted escape." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl, in the form of the woman from the sewers (though still in hybrid form behind his disguise) waits behind Tyrgen." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Hmm... should this go here then? No... no effect here either. Argh, this is so confusing.\" There is an audible sigh. \"Now, lets see... perhaps the cup...\" Is heard from inside the bedroom. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa also follows in hybrid form with her bow ready. She tries to be silent.\n\nMove Silently: 1d20+12 = 17\nListen: 1d20+8 = 11" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": "(The woman's speech is understandable with a DC 10 listen check.)" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n Well, at least she isn't expecting us. Tyrgen beckons Karl forwards, signing that he wants to whisper something to him and Lisaa." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl creeps forward, putting one hand up to his ear." }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nLeaning his head close to the other two, Tyrgen whispers \"We go in quick. Grab her, make things safe. Then we ask her things.\" He looks at the other two for acknowledgement and puts his hand on the door handle. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe wolf-elf nods and leans her bow on a wall. She positions herself to jump into the room as soon as the door is opened.\n\nInitiative: 1d20+7 = 15" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl, still in his disguise as the woman, nods. Just don't get us confused, he whispers. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nWith no more ado, Tyrgen shoves the door wide open. \"Surrender!\" he shouts at the lady inside.\n\n(Intimidate: (1d20+1)[ 10 ] ; Initiative (1d20+2)[ 12 ] )." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The door opens up, revealing the woman standing by the window, looking at those standing in the door. She does not appear to be surprised or frightened. \n (Initiative 24. Need Bronsk and Karl's initiative.) " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Initative (d20+3)[ 9 ] \n(make that 11, for extra dex from hybrid form)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Before anyone else manages to react, the thief, equipped with all the relics she stole, jumps out of the window and grabs hold of the roof and pulls herself up onto it, out of reach for those assaulting her. Bronsk can see her feverently looking around for a new place to run too, yet she also appears ready to strike against those after her. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n Vakri...You'll have to handle this one. \n Vakri \nA sudden change appears to come over the wolf's demeanor. Its stance becomes at once more fluid and more tense. The wolf dashes quietly to where the horse yet stands (presumably still somewhat spooked) and with a snapping of jaws slices the rope holding it fast." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nWith a growl Lisaa dashes through the room and jumps out of the window. She also tries to climb to the roof.\n\nClimb: 1d20+5 = 22 (+ a bonus for having claws ?)\n\n((edited Initiative up to 15 [forgot increased dexterity of hybrid form]))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " With a firm grip, Lisaa manages to struggle herself up towards the roof. However the thief was prepared at being followed, and before Lisaa manages to get up completely, she is struck by a dagger thrown by the thief. Despite her armour and thick skin, the dagger sticks in deep and causes a nasty wound. The wound causes Lisaa to almost lose her grip and fall, but she manages to push herself up and get next to the thief. \n As soon as the ropes are cut, the horse runs away as quickly as he can, frightened by Bronsk's presence. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa tries to get a hold of the thief and then purposefully loose balance with her on the roof to fall from the house.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple \n\nMelee Attack: 1d20+6 = 22\nMelee Touch Attack: 1d20+6 = 13\nGrapple check: 1d20+6 = 22\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As Lisaa attempts to grab hold of the thief, the thief spots an opening and stabs Lisaa with the relic sword. It is a direct hit, but thanks to her strong hide, the sword bounces of harmlessly. The thief is nimble however, and Lisaa's attempt at grappling fails as the thief nimbly evades her claws. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nTurning its lamp-like yellow eye from the retreating horse, the gray wolf watches the combat occurring on the roof. With a crackle of bone and tendons, the wolf rears up on its hind legs and changes.\n Newly-formed fingers retrieve a small white disc from one of the bulky belt's pouches and flings it up on the roof at the thief.\nMid-arc, the token springs out into the shape of a gigantic glowing whip, which lashes out, trying to take the thief prisoner.\nTouch Attack: 1d20+10 = 20\nDamage: 1d6+1 = 3\nGrapple Check = 1d20+15 = 30" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nTyrgen's form ripples, and his chain vest falls to the floor as he changes into hybrid form as well, becoming more monstrous with each stride after Lisaa to the window. He flips the glaive back onto his shoulder, seizes the upper window and attempts to gain the roof by main force.\n\nClimb: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": "In an amazing feat of raw power, Tyrgen manages to pull himself up onto the roof with little trouble at all." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl searches the room to see if any of the artefacts are here.\n search - (d20+2)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " There are no relics inside the room. Karl does find a strange inscription on the bed though, but he is unable to dechiper it. \n Meanwhile the thief says out a strange word, and the sword gains a radiant blue aura. She then cuts into Lisaa once more, however the sword bounces of harmlessly. Frightened, the thief then retreats further up on the roof, away from the edge. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \"Give up and we won't hurt you!\" shouts Tyrgen, his voice a feral roar. He moves into position to strike the thief with the flat of his glaive if she tries anything. \n\n(Readies action: non-lethal attack with Glaive. 1d20+4 to hit (+2 if flanking), 1d10+5 subdual dmg.)" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa jumps towards the thief and tries to grapple her again. \"Surrender !\" \n \n Spoiler \n Grapple \n\nMelee Attack: 1d20+6 = 10\nMelee Touch Attack: 1d20+6 = 13\nGrapple check: 1d20+6 = 7\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thief makes a cunning sidestep and avoids Lisaa, however before she manages to return the favour, Bronsk/Vakri has climbed up a nearby tree and called into exsistance a magical whip. The whip binds itself around the thief and pulls her towards the edge of the roof. The thief struggles to break free, but isn't strong enough. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nSeeing the thief held for the moment, Tyrgen moves around behind her and grabs her wrists to ensure she doesn't get her sword out to strike again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOpposed grapple check: (d20+7)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thief deftly twists her arm out of Tyrgen's grip. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sticks his head out of the window, to see what's going on." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa jumps again to the thief and tries to get a hold again. \"Surrender ... or die !\" \n \n Spoiler \nMelee Attack: 1d20+6 = 20\nMelee Touch Attack: 1d20+6 = 19\nGrapple check: 1d20+6 = 20\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow-eyed wolf growls in triumph as the whip ensnares the thief, and he continues his acent of the tree, apparently looking to gain the roof." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I... won't.\" The thief says while struggling with the whip. \"I won't give up against the likes of you.\" She pulls out the mirror and points it towards Lisaa and Tyrgen. \"Please... let what I've been told about this mirror be true.\" She says before she seems to focus on something. An instant passes, and the mirror begins to glow blue, before a wave of freezing cold water suddenly shoots out from the surface of the mirror, drenching both and chilling them. \n\n(Spellcraft DC 22 to identify the effect from the mirror. Fortitude save DC 17 against 20 cold damage and fatigue. Success negates both effects.)" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl gasps, as he sees the cold water shoot out at his allies.\n spellcraft - (d20+8)[ 27 ] \nHe starts to clamber up out of the window.\n climb - (d20+2)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\n((Fortitude save: 1d20+8 = 13 😦))" }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \n \n Spoiler \nFortitude save: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n \n\n\nThe wave of cold barely gives Tyrgen pause, but seeing Lisaa further hurt and hearing the contempt in the thief's voice begin to make him struggle with his self control.\n\n \"The likes of us? Fine words from a thief!\" \n Enraged, he pulls back a step to give himself room to swing his glaive around, only turning the blade at the last moment. \n \n Spoiler \n\n(Rage: +4 Str, +4 Con, -2 AC)\nNonlethal attack with glaive: 1d20+6=14. If this somehow isn't a miss: Subdual damage: 1d10+10=12\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Although weakened by the blast of cold ice, Lisaa struggles forward to grab hold of the thief. She manages to get a hold of her, however the chill from the ice numbs her body just enough for the thief to get out of her grip by spinning her own body. The spin also gets her out of the whip trying to drag her of the roof. With a nimble step backwards, she then eludes Tyrgen's assault, thus stepping up against the edge of the roof. With a dramatic gesture, she raises the mirror and points the surface towards Lisaa and Tyrgen. \"I may be a thief, but at least I never assault without reason.\" She says with a growl. \"Now who among...\" She then spots Karl who has just gotten on the roof. \"Cat...?\" She says with a look of bewilderment on her face. \"Why... how... didn't I tell you to stay behind?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n Climb check - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nThe whip continues its attempts to immobilize the thief.\n Melee Touch Attack - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n Grapple - (1d20+15)[ 27 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa has enough of playing the nice girl. She emits a feral growl and claws at the thief.\n\n \n Spoiler \nClaw 1 attack: 1d20+5 = 12\nClaw 1 damage: 1d4+2 = 6\nClaw 2 attack: 1d20+5 = 16\nClaw 2 damage: 1d4+2 = 6\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "The woman (who you all know is Karl in disguise) who's just climbed on the roof waves her arms at Lisaa, with a startled squeak." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Lisaa's first claw doesn't hit the thief, as she nimbly avoids the blow. However the second blow hits, but Lisaa sees that the thief doesn't seem to suffer any damage. From behind the thief, the whip tries to twist itself around her, but some sort of disruptive force prevents it from completely wrapping around her, and the assault has no effect whatsoever. On the other end of the roof, Bronsk/Vakri comes flying onto it from the branch of a nearby tree. The wolf lands, rolls around, and ends up prone after the jump. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nA red mist about his vision, and his mind a long way from the speech around him, Tyrgen charges forward and with a diagonally downward slash he strikes at the lady with his glaive...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+10)[ 14 ] (+2 flanking, -2 power attack)\nDmg: (1d10+13)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thief nimbly avoids the blow and glares at Tyrgen. \"You first then.\" She points the reflective surface towards Tyrgen. The mirror begins to glow, but instead of blasting Tyrgen, a beam of blue light shines out from the mirror, and hits the thief on her forehead. \"Ahh!\" She shouts and lifts her arm up to cover her forehead. She only holds it there for a second, but when she removes it, Michelle Ami's symbol shines from her forehead. The thief shakes her head, then returns her glare to Tyrgen. \"A temporary setback.\" She says, just as a pair of white rabbit ears spring out from her head. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nClambering to its feet, the hybrid creature stares at the thief with bright yellow eyes, but doesn't show any sign of amusement. He advances across the roof, attempting to get behind the thief some distance away.\n\nMeanwhile, the whip tries again to entangle her.\n\n Attack - (1d20+10)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n Grapple - (1d20+15)[ 35 ] \nEDIT: (OOC: ☹️ That tears it; I'm rolling my own dice from now on)" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Ah, damn it, snarls Karl, the gruff voice juxtaposed oddly with the form of the young woman. The woman seems to leap forward and stretch out, then the illusion snaps as a wolf charges at the thief, and tries to rip out her hamstrings.\n attack - (d20+5)[ 6 ] \n damage - (d6+3)[ 8 ] \n trip attempt - (d20+9)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa tries to snatch the mirror away from the hands of the thief.\n\n \n Spoiler \n disarm attempt with both claws\n\n1st attack: 1d20+5 = 16\n1st opposed roll: 1d20+5 = 6\n2nd attack: 1d20+5 = 23\n2nd opposed roll: 1d20+5 = 19\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Lisaa's attempt at snatching the mirror away fails, as the thief avoids her claws. The thief then counters with the sword, but it bounces of Lisaa's skin harmlessly. The magically dancing whip lashes out towards the thief again, but she anticipates the blow and easily avoids the weapon, and the subsequent attack from \"cat\". \"This is ridiculous. I thought werewolves were dangerous opponents.\" The thief says, though her voice isn't as confident as her words. " }, { "author": "paddyfool", "message": " Tyrgen \nFeeling less threatened now the others are by him, Tyrgen manages to harness his fury, rather than the other way around and returns to his attempts to bring the lady down bloodlessly. He reverses his grip and swings the weighted haft of his weapon towards her midsection, hoping to wind her and so stop the insults.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] +2 flanking, -4 nonlethal\nSubdual Dmg: [roll] 1d10+10[/roll]\nEDIT: Whoops, accidental space in there. Honour system roll: 1d10+10=14\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The blow hits right home and knocks the wind out of the Thief, who recoils from the assault. The symbol on her forehead flares up again, and when the light fades, her face has begun growing white fur, and she has attained two distinct front teeth, just like a rabbit. Her hands have also begun to change into rabbit paws, although the thief doesn't appear to have noticed the change. Instead, she glares darkly at Tyrgen, before she throws a glance over her shoulder. With a facial expression of grim determination, she leaps away from the roof, draws out a wand, points it at Tyrgen, and waves it around. Three purple orbs of energy fly out from the wand and strikes him. After watching the magical missiles strike true, she attempts to grab hold of the branch she was aiming for with her jump. She manages to grab hold of it, but it breaks and sends her tumbling to the ground. She manages to straighten herself up midfall however, and lands gracefully on the forest floor, like a cat. \n \n Spoiler \nTumble: 27\nJump: 12\nTumble: 20\nMagic Missile: 10\n " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"You won't escape !\" , growls Lisaa and jumps off the roof, counting on her supernatural toughness to absorb the ensuing impact.\n\nJump: 1d20+4 = 21" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nEyes flaring gold once again, Vakri snatches up the base of the glowing whip in a misshapen paw and flings it at the thief once more, directing its assault. Borne of a little more caution, The wolf clambers to the edge of the house and swings over the edge, dropping the rest of the distance to the ground.\n\n Attack roll - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n Grapple - (1d20+15)[ 32 ] \n Jump - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Karl \nThe wolf leaps from the roof, and charges towards the thief.\nTurning into a rabbit when trying to escape a wolf probably isn't wise.\n\n jump check to avoid damage - (d20+2)[ 7 ] \n charge attack - (d20+7)[ 16 ] \n bite damage - (d6+3)[ 6 ] \n opposed trip attempt - (d20+9)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The four werewolves all leap down from the roof and onto the ground, some of them a bit more gracefully than others. Lisaa and Tyrgen both land easily on the soft forest ground, however the more agressive Karl and Vakri both land out of balance, and hurts themselves slightly. However the hurting doesn't stop either of them from attempting to attack. The thief however, easily blocks the whip using the relic sword, before she sidesteps Karl's assault. The thief grins at them both, but then suddenly her smile fades. She frantically looks at both her hands, which are halfway transformed into rabbit paws. \"What...?\" She glances at the mirror to see her own reflection, and recoils in fright when she sees it. \"No... it can't be true. I can't...\" She looks up, and for the first time, her eyes show genuine fear. \"Please. Don't. It can't. I can't. Not now.\" She cries, dropping both sword and mirror as she tears her hair and long ears, while slowly shrinking. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa tries to grapple the transforming thief again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nnow already with size penalty for the thief ?\n\nAttack: 1d20+5 = 7\nTouch Attack: 1d20+5 = 23\nGrapple check: 1d20+5 = 16\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Lisaa manages to grab hold of the partly transformed thief, and though the thief struggles and almost breaks free, Lisaa gains the upper hand and manages to keep the thief in her grip. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nWith a howl, the yellow-eyed hybrid lunges forward, Jaws wide...\nBut then is jerked back onto his rear by some force unseen. A shocked look passes over his face, and then his expression softens a little.\nHe waves a clawed hand, and the whip stands to one side, still c0cked to snap. Reaching forward, he adds his own hands to try and hold the thief still.\nTouch attack: 1d20+7 = 10\nGrapple Check:1d20+7 = 24" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thief tries to struggle as Vakri's paws fold around her, but her rapidly diminish body is too weak. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl reverts to his human form. You got her! You got her! Don't let her go! And don't eat her! \nThen his face turns red, and embarrassed, he shifts back to hybrid form." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa struggles with the wabbit. \"Try find a box, or a sack. Something to confine her.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The clothing (among other objects) left behind from the thief transforming into a harmless animal could make a suitable makeshift bag. And despite her struggles, the rabbit just can't escape the grip of her captors. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe hybrid retains its grip patiently and waits for Karl or someone else to put together a bag of some kind." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl gestures at Lisaa. Would you mind looking away? he growls. Then he squats down by the clothes, and shifts back into human form. He starts to tie up the sleeves of the woman's shirt, and the neck, to form a kind of bag." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa keeps her eyes on the rabbit and grins at it wolfishly." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Karl manages to create a bag that, though crude, will contain the rabbit. The rabbit though, is still struggling to get out, though it's behaviour has changed drastically now. The two werewolves touching her can feel that her heartbeat is now incredibly rapid. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nReleasing the struggling shirt, Bronsk steps back, a whistling sigh excaping his furred muzzle.\nHe stalks over behind a convenient copse of trees and Changes to human form, dressing hastily afterwards." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa puts the bag on the ground and searches for her boots ans stockings which she left behind some trees. She finds them and - after changing to elf - puts them on again." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl waits in hybrid form for the others to get dressed, then passes the bagged rabbit to Lisaa. He then heads off to get dressed himself." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen also changes back and gets dressed. And despite her attempts at escaping, the rabbit is still trapped inside the \"bag\". On the forest floor beside where she transformed, there now lies four wands, a suit of leather armour, a dagger, the five relics and five vials filled with unidentifiable liquid. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sighs as he returns to the others, hopping along as he tugs his other boot on.\n \"Well. It was good work by everyone, but I'm not proud of it. Even if she did try to kill the curator.\" Bronsk remembers Nina crying, though, and this seems to lend some steel to his expression. \"But what can we do with this rabbit? Iz it still her, I wonder?\" He shakes his head and glances around at his companions, and he blanches. \"Lisaa! You were wounded, yes? Let me see if I help...\" \nLisaa permitting, Bronsk will proceed to cast a few small healing spells, trying to close the knife and ice wounds.\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl walks over to the equipment dropped. Well, what have we got here? He mutters, and spreads out his hands.\n(Casting detect magic, concentrating for the full 3 rounds)" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, thanks Bronsk. I feel weary and numb.\" , says Lisaa and pets the rabbit through the bag." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nwaving his hands in slow gestures, Bronsk calls upon the power of the spirit world to close Lisaa's wounds.\n((CLW: 1d8+4 = 8, CWM =1))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " At first, Karl can only sense the overwhelming resonance that echoes between the five relics, but once the first shock has passed, it is revealed that all items, with the exception of the dagger, has a magical aura. All of the wands have a faint aura, as do the vials and armour. The five relics however, have a an incredibly strong aura. However, because of the resonance between the relics, he is unable to discern the actual magic working in the less powerful items, and the power of the stronger items is just beyond his scope, containing magic way to complex for him to even begin to understand. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, except for the dagger, this is all magic. I can't tell what it does though, the relics are too powerful, their auras obscure the rest. \nHe picks up the wands, potions, and the leather armour, and walks away 10 meters from the relics. Then he mutters, waves his hands and peers at them again." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, except for the dagger, this is all magic. I can't tell what it does though, the relics are too powerful, their auras obscure the rest. \nHe picks up the wands, potions, and the leather armour, and walks away 10 meters from the relics. Then he mutters, waves his hands and peers at them again." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " This time, it is revealed to Karl that the armour has a weak nondescript aura, one of the wands has a weak aura of evocation, the other three wands have weak auras of Enchantment. One of the vials has a weak aura of transmutation, while the other vials have weak auras of Conjuration, of the healing subschool. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk finishes up his healing work and regards the struggling sack with a frown. \"We need to figure out what to do with thiz rabbit.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Indeed, we should ask Mia about it. We should meet her as fast as possible and show her all these things and tell her what has happened.\" Lisaa walks back into the house to fetch her bow." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen also hides behind a bush before he changes back into his human form and clothes himself. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl picks up the items. We'll need to get these identified, I guess. They're magic all right, but I don't know what they do. He gives each of the other three a potion. This is a healing potion, but I don't know how strong it is. Do any of you want magical leather armour? I don't know how powerful the protection is. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"I can't really wear armor; too uncomfortable, and it gives people the wrong idea about me. But,\" he says, stooping down to retrieve the rabbit-bundle, \"I think we should go back, yes.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa takes one of the potions. \"The armour ... hmm, I'll try it on.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Upon closer inspection, Lisaa identifies it as studded leather. It is of very high quality, but it is less comfortable, and less protective, than her own shirt of Mithral. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"It ia a good armor ... and magical. But not as good as my chain shirt. Still, it is probably worth a lot.\" , says Lisaa. \"Uh, I just wonder, why did the thief come to this place ? Was she searching for something ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nWith his free hand, Bronsk scratches his head. \"Hmm. I think because iz quiet, secluded...and maybe Ami's notes are here? or something?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well I assumed this was just her house, says Karl with a shrug." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nshaking his head \"No, this iz the old house of Ami Michelle. I meant to come here at some point, looking for clues.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nshaking his head \"No, this iz the old house of Ami Michelle. I meant to come here at some point, looking for clues.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ami's notes? Why would that thief be interested in anything related to Ami?\" Tyrgen says, joining in on the conversation. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer sags a little. \"We maybe were too incautious with our askings. Maybe someone else heard? Or maybe coincidence. I'm not sure. I think one of us at least should stay here tonight and watch, in case of others.\" He raises a hand \"I volunteer.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, This thief has some knowledge about how to use the artefacts. It is a pity that we can't question her now. She probably didn't work alone so noone of us should be alone here either.\" , says Lisaa. \"We should go and talk to Mia ... and maybe the old man from the museum, although he might want to have the artefacts back.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Didn't you say you needed the artefacts for something, asks Karl, isn't this a good time to get them, and you can bring them back later? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks uncomfortable. \"But what do we tell the curator in the meantime? He treasures them, and he knows they are magic.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, how long would you need them for? he replies. If it's a short time, we could go and use them, and then bring them back. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk spreads his hands, helplessly.\n \"I have no idea. I'm not a powerful mage or a historian; I can ask the spirits, but even if they knew, they might not say.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, you did save his life Bronsk, and we all helped retrieve the stolen artefacts. I am sure he will allow us to borrow them for a short time at least.\" Tyrgen says. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl slowly shakes his head. He'll want to know what they're for. What do we say? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"The old man believes that these items are indeed magical artefacts. Maybe he also knows for which purposes they've been made.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles. \"I like that better; I wouldn't like to lie to the old man.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, that time that sorrow.\" Tyrgen says. \"For now, I suggest we move on. We won't get anything done by standing here.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, let's hike back to the big city. I have a feeling that we shouldn't linger here any longer.\" , says Lisaa. She takes some of the stuff of the thief, straps it to her backpack and shoulders it." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl takes a couple of the artefacts, and puts them with the other magical items in his bag." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen takes the remaining items and leaves the rabbit thief in Bronsk's care, and with that, the four of them return to the city. Back at the museum, everything is pretty quiet. However when they enter the building, they find Nina waiting for them in the stairs. When she sees them enter, she jumps up on her feet. \"You're back. How did it go?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks a little uneasy. \"Well...We followed the thief, but she tried to use Ami's relics against us. It...fired back? She waz turned into small rabbit.\" he holds up the bundle." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Wha? She used tha relics. Whodathunk dat they had a speck o magic in em after all. And ye say it backfired?\" Nina doesn't seem to entirely believe what Bronsk tells her. \"Well, I'll tell grandpa when he wakes up. He's been sleepin ever since ye came and saved his life.\" Nina smiles. \"'s there aneway I can repay ye for what ye've done for me grandpa and me?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks at the others. I know I ought to be polite and say it was our pleasure, but there is actually a favour we'd like to ask your grandfather. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, we must talk with your grandfather as soon as he wakes up. He was obviously right about the magical properties of these artefacts.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, I s'pose I could wake him up for ye. What do ye want ta speak to him 'bout?\" Nina answers. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nLooking askance at his companions, Bronsk shakes his head.\n \"Thiz can wait until morning, I think? We have rooms waiting, and I haven't slept properly. But, I'd like to check up on your grandfather, yes?\" Bronsk taps the herbalist's badge on his sleeve." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Course.\" Nina says. \"Jest follow me.\" She leads Bronsk up to the second floor and into the bedroom where the staff was being kept. The old man lies sleeping on a simple bed. There is a bowl of water and a damp cloth on the table next to the bed. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk examines the curator and nods to himself. \"Good good. He should be up and about tomorrow, no problem. I'll return then to make sure.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his head. So, what now? I'd rather find a better inn than the last one. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Other hand,\" He says, scratching his stubbly chin, \"Those rooms iz already paid for for tonight. Well, what's left of it.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yeah, I guess so. Alright, back we go. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"No, we should go to another inn for the night. Those few coins are small price if some bad poeple wait for us there.\" , says Lisaa. \"And we should really keep our eyes open for potential pursuers when we go to some other inn ... well, generally.\" \n\n((Lisaa also uses two charges of her wand of CLW to heal 12 hit points.))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Then where do you suggest we go Lisaa? It is pretty late, and I don't know of any other inn's that are still open.\" Tyrgen says to continue the conversation. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"This is such a big city here. There ought to be some place that's still open. Probably in the more seedy parts though.\" , says Lisaa. \"It's hard to say which place will be safer. So we could also go back to our old inn and keep an eye open in the night, if you rather prefer that.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"In that case, I suggest we cast a vote for where we should go for the night, as either is fine with me.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Well...I'd take my chances with the Inn we came from. It'z already paid for.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " And it's near, grumbles Karl. I just want to sleep. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Well, then let's go to that place and hope for the best.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Since Tyrgen agrees with Bronsk and Karl, the group heads back to the original inn. Despite Lisaa's worry, nothing bad happens to them. And they sleep until the next morning, when the four are awakened by a ruckus outside their windows. Outside, a small group of poor children are running away from a guard, carrying their stolen loot. A few breads and a slice of meat. As the children run into an alley, one, the biggest one, stops and turns towards the guard. He slams a club against the guard chasing them, causing the guard to stumble and fall down before the kid continues to run after the other children. Only seconds later several other guards come and help the man back on his feet, before they continue chasing the children into another alley, and out of sight from the windows of the two rooms the group has rented. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \njogging over to the stricken officer, Bronsk thinks to himself\n Does a day EVER pass in this city where someone doesn't get a concussion or nearly killed? \n half-kneeling down, Bronsk rests a hand on the man's shoulder.\n \"Are hyu all right, sir?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl just shakes his head. It's like I've gone back in time, he mumbles." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Huh ? Did you also have to steal food to survive when you were a child ?\" , asks Lisaa. \"It's a shame ... so much goes wrong in the big cities of the humans. They are unnatural.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " That's not what I meant. It's just that the cities of this country are so primitive, like something from a hundred years ago. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, I don't know. I haven't lived that long in human cities. In fact, I prefer to not spend too much time in them.\" , says Lisaa. She keeps looking out of the window at Bronsk and the battered guard." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Thank you, I'm fine.\" The guard replies. \"I just have to catch my breath, that kid can hit hard\" Then, just as he finishes replying, the sound of someone swearing in pain, followed by the sound of something heavy falling down is heard from the alley. \"Ah, excuse me. I have to return to my job.\" The guard replies as he runs into the alley. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStraightening up, Bronsk walks back to the inn. Carefully shutting the door and the window, Bronsk retrieves a small handful of grass he'd bought from outside the city and a cup of water from the tavern. Opening the shirt-bundle carefully, Bronsk observes the rabbit carefully and lays out the food.\n \"I don't know if hyu can hear me...but we'll change you back, if we can.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl gets up and locks the door and window. We don't want her to get away if you can restore her. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk laughs. \"Hyu overestimate me, I'm afraid. I don't know how it was done, or even if it CAN be undone. But yes,\" A more serious expression returns to his face. \"A rabbit is not a bad life, but without having live as a rabbit...I fear she would not last long.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I wonder if she can still understand us. Maybe she has changed both in body and mind into a rabbit.\" , says Lisaa. \"Let's have breakfast too. We gotta talk with the curator. I hope that he'll allow us to keep the artefacts for a while. Then we might return to Sapphire port already today.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his chin. Do you have any ideas of how to change her back Bronsk? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nScratching his head, the young Nord replies \"I...don't know. A powerful spirit might do it, but it would need to want to.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " After a failed attempt at biting Bronsk when he delivered the food, the bunny sniffs on the food, then turns away proudly, not willing to touch any of the food offered. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks at Lisaa. \"Well, she's definitely still herself.\" He picks up a small roll left over from breakfast and breaks off a section of it. \"Can hyu understand me?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The rabbit swings it's head wildly in something that looks like a clumsy nod. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nudges the bread and water towards the rabbit. \"We don't know how this happened to hyu...but we'll do what we can to bring you back; A rabbit's life can be hard for those who haven't lived it.\" \nHe shakes his head for a moment and looks at Lisaa and Karl." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shrugs. I'm afraid I have little idea how to change her back, as I don't know what magic was used to change her into a rabbit. My guess would be that you'll need a Break Enchantment spell, which is quite a difficult one to master. We'll need to find a pretty powerful spellcaster. You could try a simple Dispel Magic first though. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"The other thing iz...\" Bronsk hesitates, clearly not liking the taste of what he's about to say, \"she does know things. Things about us that we'd rather no one knew. If we restore her, how do we keep her from seeking revenge by telling people?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " \"Maybe she'll change her mind about us if we don't eat her ... and treat her well ... and somehow manage to change her back. Why would she want revenge anyway ? She brought this upon herself.\" , says Lisaa.\n\n \"Maybe sir Reginald knows what to do or change change her back. He is certainly a powerful mage.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " It doesn't matter what she says anyway. Why should anyone believe a thief who attacked a defenceless old museum curator? We can just say she's making up crazy stories. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes. I don't think she can harm us by revealing her secret. After all, who will believe that a group of... \"monsters\" would let her live?\" Tyrgen adds. \"I'm more worried about accociates she might have. First of all, I think we should find out why she wanted the relics, before we try to find a way to cure her.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " How can we do that without curing her? I'm not an expert on interrogating rabbits, are you? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nSighing to himself, Bronsk retrieves the rabbit and reseals it in the shirt.\n \"I maybe can talk to it. I'll need an hour or so to talk to Vakri.\" \n\nMoving off to an unclaimed section of the wooden floor, Bronsk dips a hand into one of the pouches on his belt and retrieves a few dyed and carved sections of cedar wood and a handful of small stone animals. Arranging them carefully about the floor, Bronsk sits and prepares to contact Vakri to retrieve the day's blessings.\n\n[OOC: Switching Magic Stone out for Speak with Animals]" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sighs. I guess I ought to be doing the same. He sits down on a bed and starts to meditate." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nWhile Bronsk and Karl prepare/change their spells, Lisaa walks to the Wayfarer's Guild to to ask when they might be transported back to Sapphire port." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Not long after Bronsk and Karl has finished meditating, Lisaa and Tyrgen return to the room, and with them is the priestess Mia. She makes a gentle curtsey to both Bronsk and Karl. \"Hello Bronsk. Nice to see you again. Hello Karl. It is a pleasure to meet you.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nClambering to his feet, Bronsk manages an awkward bow. \"Good to see hyu again too. Has Lisaa told hyu of our fuzzy guest?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"About the thief turned rabbit? Yes, she did tell me about that.\" Mia replies. \"She also told me that you have some magic that will allow you to speak with her?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shrugs. \"Yes...but what do I ask?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl watches, not saying anything, as he doesn't know the priestess." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I don't know. You know her better than I do.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nLooking a bit pensive, Bronsk raises his hands and chants a brief collection of jumbled syllables, invoking the power of the spirits to allow him to speak with animals .\nOnce more, he opens up the bundle and addresses the rabbit.\n \"So...We have some questions for you, and you have some too, maybe. Answer true, and we maybe can return you to normal. First question: why did hyu steal the relics?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Why do YOU care, werewolf? Does your friend know you are a monster, or have you forgotten to tell her that?\" The rabbit replies mockingly. \"Actually, perhaps I enjoy being a rabbit. You thought about that? Really, why should I even help four monsters? Maybe because... She suddenly trails off. \"Bah, okay. I'll speak. Just keep your paws away. Now, why did I steal the relics? Because I needed them. You know that house where you and your thugs assaulted me? Supposedly, there's a rather nice gem hidden there, and as a baroness, I happen to be rather fond of gems. It just so happens that I'm a very skilled thief too. And since I couldn't buy the relics, I figured I'd have to steal them to get the gem. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "When the rabbit stops squeaking, Karl asks, You understand her, right? What did she say? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk relays the essence of the rabbit's message:\n \"She says she iz Baroness and thief both, looking for a gem in Ami's house. She says the relics iz used to find the gem.\" Turning back to the indignant rodent, Bronsk continues, running a hand through his mustache.\n \"Well, you give away much, and not all iz true, I'm sure. I won't lecture hyu about stealing, but about nearly killing a man with the gleam of gold in your eye? That iz monstrous. How did hyu learn of the relics? Library?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"That was a mistake. I didn't want to kill him, but when he surprised me, I accidentally set off my crossbow. Anyway, the relics. I heard mention about the gem from a book in my library at home. Supposedly the gem belonged to this Ami person, and I figured that if the gem still hasn't been claimed, it's because it can't be found easily. Probably locked away somewhere very carefully. And since those five items were the only things left from this woman, I hoped that perhaps one of them could unlock the location of the gem. And now it's my turn to ask you a question. Why did you attack me? I thought I knew the reason, but considering I'm still alive, I'm curious.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nLooking a little puzzled, Bronsk sits back a little.\n\" Us? At first, iz because you attacked and nearly killed a man. Had I not been there, \" Bronsk taps the patch on his sleeve significantly, \"hyu would be murderer. And we would not still be talking.\" He shakes his head. \"As to why...iz like...\" Bronsk gazes at the ceiling. \"Crusade? No, more like history crusade. Finding the truth.\" He waves a hand. \"So. How did hyu learn to use the relics?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The rabbit appears to ponder the question for a short while. \"To be completely honest. I have no idea. I have heard of magical items before. I even have a few at home. And I'm pretty good at using wands but, really. What I did was to just wave the items around and hope for the best. If it's magical, something usually happens. Of course, if I knew exactly how they worked, I wouldn't be stuck in this shape.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer nods.\n \"So. What now? The enchantment iz permanent, but we'll change hyu back, if we can. However.\" Bronsk leans forward a little, towering over the rabbit. \"If hyu have only vengeance and spite in your heart...We will not be so helpful. Okay?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah, but you see. I care little for vengeance. It is boring and frankly, it gives little satisfaction to watch others suffer. But then I do know your secret, and it would be pretty wrong of me not to warn the people of Sotonia that a group of werewolves are in the midst of the country.\" She says with as much of a grin as she can muster. \"I might not be able to speak, but I still know how to write, and I am not alone here in this city.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk lifts an eyebrow, \"Us? Hyu are the one who steals and kills, M'lady, not us. Do not try and fool me into thinking hyu care of Sotonia's people; not when you act as hyu do.\" He looks with disgust at the rabbit. \"I don't expect hyu to like us, but hyu do not give us much reason to help you.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I'm resourceful and clever. I'll figure out a way to get rid of this curse in no time, so you do not have to worry about that. And for the record, I do care. I just care more about me. Now, will you help me or do I have to figure things out on my own?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl butts in again. What's she saying? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nTurning his head, Bronsk replies to Karl\n \"She says that she plans on trying to ruin us whether we rid the curse of her or not. She says she will break the curse herself, somehow. She says that if we break the curse, she will ruin us anyways.\" he turns back to the rabbit. \"Is that about right?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Not... quite. If you give me to my coworker, I won't reveal your secret to the public. Assuming you keep mine.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nLifting an eyebrow, Bronsk asks \"And who iz your coworker?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"A young girl who is staying at a tavern in the city. She will either look exactly like me, or a ten year old child, and she will respond to being called Cat.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n\nNodding to himself, Bronsk relays more of the rabbit's speech.\n \"She says that if we get her to her associate named 'Cat' in the city, she will leave us alone, if we keep her secret.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl flicks a glance at the Priestess. Leave us alone? What can she do to us, she's a thief and would be a murderer if it weren't for you. Even if she does get turned back, she'll probably be executed or put in jail, or something ." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sighs and gazes at the rabbit.\n \"Nobles often have gold or friends enough to sidestep justice. As for harming us...gold may also hire justice undeserved, and slander is alzo the weapon of the noble.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I'm afraid Bronsk is right Karl.\" Mia pipes in. \"If she is a baroness, like she claims, then she has a lot of power. And even the word of a clergy member like myself wouldn't be able to stand against her.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nWith another sigh, Bronsk reaches forward and puts the rabbit back in its bundle for the moment, tying up the shirt again.\n \"We should get a cage of some kind, for the time being. Mia, do hyu know a place? One that iz done, we can talk, I think.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"What the. I'm not...\" The rabbit shouts before her voice is completely muffled by the bag. \"Cage? No, I'm afraid not, although...\" Mia frowns slowly. \"Do any of you hear that? It sounds like someone in pain...\" Now that she mentions it, all four can hear soft, painful moans coming from outside. Mia walks over to the shutters on the windows and open them. \"Dear heavenly mother.\" She says in shock. In the streets outside, they can see a trail of blood coming from a back alley and moving towards the outskirts of the city. From the window, A man wearing the uniform of the city guard is lying dead almost at the entrance to the alley, his entire features a bloody mess from something that can only be clawmarks. \"I think the thief will have to wait...\" Mia says weakly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n\nBronsk stands up abruptly and makes his way towards the window. on seeing the carnage below, he has a sharp intake of breath and glances at his companions nervously. \"Mia, I think hyu should stay here. Please, make sure the thief she does not escape.\" \nBronsk heads down to the street and kneels beside the stricken man, verifying that no life remains." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows. Oh my... he stares up the street. Should we call the guards? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"No Bronsk. Let me help as well.\" Mia says, before she tosses the rabbit pack to Tyrgen and dashes after him. \"I'm a healer as well, and as a priestess, it's my duty to see if there at least is some hope left. Bronsk and Mia both verify that the guard is as dead as dead can be. Bitten and clawed to death, and through his studies, Bronsk verifies that the killer is a wolf or a similarily big canine. Mia throws a quick glance into the alley where the blood trail came from, and the sight is so disgusting that she cringes and shields her eyes for a second. Four more guards are in there, all with several bite and claw marks. One appears to be half-eaten, and another one of them has been beheaded. On closer look, the group can see that one of them, a man with only a single bitemark on his hand, and a single clawmark over his chest, appears to still be alive, as blood is still pumping out from the wound on his hand. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk rushes forward, legs pumping as he dodges through the corpses, his hands already occupied with a roll of gauze and a small green bottle. Checking briefly to make sure no slavering horrors are standing nearby, Bronsk sets to work, trying to staunch the bleeding while looking for signs of poison or infection.\n Heal Check - (1d20+11)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa follows into the street and stands shocked and silent at the sight of the carnage. Finally she manages to say \"This is very bad. Yes, someone must inform the guards. Whoever did this must be very powerful ... and quick.\" She begins to search for clues about the murderer and the progression of events.\n\n((Search: 1d20+8 = 17\nSurvival (also with Scent): 1d20+9 = 26))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Bronsk manages to stop the worst part of the bleeding, before Mia joins him and kneels down too. She places her hands on the wounded man, and they glow with a blue light for a few seconds as the wounds close, removing him from the door of death. However, there was something about the way the bitemark healed that left Bronsk with some worry.\n\nA worry that Lisaa can confirm, as her search reveals not only human footprints suddenly changing into that of a wolf, but the scent that is in this area is all to familiar to her as that of a werewolf. From her studies of the crime scene, Lisaa can conclude that there is one person missing, as there is one pool of blood without a victim in it. It also appears that three of the four killed, and the one who was wounded, were killed by whatever had caused the mysterious pool of blood, as all four of them are lying in a heap around it. The killer must've taken down the four around him, before he proceeded to slaughter the final guard who was trying to flee. After that, only the trail of blood remains. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nWith a worried look at Lisaa and Karl, Bronsk racks his brain, trying to recall a way to keep lycanthropy from setting in.\n Knowledge:Nature - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n Healing - (1d20+11)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Bronsk realize that there are three ways to cure Lycanthropy. It can be done by consuming fresh belladonna within 1 hour of being infected, a Cleric can remove it with a spell that Removes Diseases or otherwise Heals the victim, but only within three days of the bite, or the Curse can be Removed during a night of a full moon. However, there is no way to prevent it from taking place, other than to cure it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks at Mia.\n \"Can hyu cure diseases using magic? Thiz man has been...infected.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Cure magical diseases? Yes, I can do that.\" She places her hands on the man once more. \"Why? What kind of disease do you think he has?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Apparently only one creature did this. And it is probably badly wounded. Maybe we can still catch it.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Yes, we need to catch the killer quickly. We don't want a panic about this killer, do we? He gives the other werewolves a significant glance. Priestess, when you've cured the infection, can you take this man to a hospital or... he grimaces. Whatever sort of places you take injured people to here. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks up at the elf, anxiety in his eyes. \"Are hyu sure we should?\" After a second glance at the guards, however, a light of conviction enters his eye.\n \"No, hyu are right; we must do what we can.\" He stands. \"Mia, please look after this man? He iz diseased, and we need someone to tell what has happened. Please?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"But... what about you?\" Mia says as healing energy pours out from her and into the victim. \"Are you going to track down whoever did this? That's too dangerous. What if you get hurt or... wait, bitemarks... disease... She turns to the others. \"A werewolf...\" Her eyes shine with slight fury. \"No way. It's way to dangerous. What if it kills or infects you as well?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Werewolves aren't undead, replies Karl. If we're killed, we can't be infected. But don't worry, with Lisaa's tracking skills we'll be able to ambush the beast, and I'll burn it to death with magic. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles. \"And I'll keep us alive in the meantime. If we're bitten, we'll come straight to hyu, all right?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"We'll be careful. And we'll seek out healing immediately if we are bitten.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia bites her lip and clenches her fist for a few seconds, before her grip softens. \"Okay... but be careful. I'll get this man to safety, but I'll come after you as soon as I can.\" Mia bends down and picks up the fallen guard. \"Just, promise me that you'll be careful.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " No problem. Let's get going then. Karl starts to walk after the trail of blood." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods. and starts off after Karl." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nWhen they are alone on the road, out of earshot of other persons, Lisaa speaks softly to her companions. \"I'm not sure if he is really that badly wounded, be careful. I have some silver arrows in my quiver, do you also have some silvered weapons ?\" She stops for some seconds to check the trail and sniffles.\n\nSurviaval (with Scrent): 1d20+9 = 24" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shakes his head.\n \"At best, I will be only a distraction in combat. Vakri knows these things better than I.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Silver weapons? Karl looks shocked. I don't even want to touch such things. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The trail of blood leads the group through the less travelled paths of the city. The trail is rapidly diminishing as it is obvious that the one they are chasing is running as quickly as he can. Eventually, the trail hits one of the keeps in the city wall. The door into the keep has been broken into splinters, and the inside is empty, though there are no blood stains that would signify a fight. The door on the other side has also been busted through, and the trail disappears out into the scenery behind it. The grass on the other side of the wall makes the trail of blood very difficult to follow, though the scent left behind is still strong enough. The trail seems to be leading into the same forest as Ami's hut is hidden. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk mutters a Miklaar curse that would scorch the ears of anyone who understood the language. He keeps his eyes and ears sharp as he follows the trail." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"The scent is still strong. Let's hurry.\" , says Lisaa and follows the scent quickly." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows, casting a spell to disguise himself as a normal local townsman. Underneath the illusion, his form shifts to that of a wolf-man hybrid." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The trail leads the group back to Ami's old home, strangely enough. The door into the building is open, and a trail of blooddrops lead into the building. The four cannot hear anything from inside the building though, and they cannot see the werewolf inside it either, though it should be somewhere inside the building. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nMoving carefully, Bronsk does a brief circuit of the house to try and ensure the werewolf hasn't ducked out a window, listening carefully for sounds from inside.\n Move silently - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] EDIT: ☹️\n Listen - (1d20+11)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Through superior hearing, Bronsk manages to hear the sound of a creature breathing heavily from inside, probably the werewolf, as there is no sign of it exiting the building. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk makes his way back around and nods at the others. With a sigh, he pulls a small handaxe from his belt and hoists it with distaste. He moves for the door, waiting for the others to fall in behind." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods. She draws a silver arrow from her quiver and puts in onto the bowstring. Then the elf follows slowly and carefully, suspecting that they won't be able to surprise the murderer.\n\nListen: 1d20+8 = 11\nMove Silently: 1d20+12 = 30" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " There is no sign of the werewolf on the first floor of the building, however the (now almost gone) trail of bloodstains lead up to the bedroom on the second floor. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl gestures up the stairs, and whispers You should change to hybrid form. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk deflates a little, as if he'd been dreading the suggestion. He concentrates for a moment, and his chest bulges as it expands upwards and outwards, a ripple of gray fur sprouting from nearly every pore. After a moment, the lamp-like yellow eyes of the hybrid reassess the room as it darts an anthropomorphic paw downwards and retrieves the now empty clothes." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods and changes into a furry wolf-elf. Her boots falls off her feet-paws." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The group makes their way up the stairs to the second floor. The door to the bedroom is wide open. Inside the room, the werewolf is lying under the bed in wolf form, with blood around his muzzle. He appears very buff, with a greyish-brown coat, and with three stripes of darker fur on his forehead that are strangely similar to claw marks. Although he is growling, he is also obviously very frightened. His growl is weak, he has his tail between his legs, and there is a strong smell of fear surrounding him. A heap of clothes, as well as a club and leather armour, lie beneath the bed beside him. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl lets his illusion drop, so that the beast underneath the bed is confronted by three werewolves in hybrid form. Boo. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The werewolf hiding (not very successfully) under the bed snarls at the person entering the room.\n\n\" Rrrrrrr..... snarl ! whine \"\n\n(Translation: Stay away.... or else ! please ?)\n\nWhen Karl all of a sudden changes appearance to a wolf-hybrid, the wolf under the bed goes all bug-eyed, ears flat against his skull and seems about ready to bolt. He eyes the bedroom window for just a moment, as if calculating if he could make it to the window before the wolf-thing in the door can catch him.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl grins a predator's smile, all fangs and jagged death. You're thinking if you can make it out of the window before we catch you. It doesn't matter. How do you think I changed from a man to a hybrid with completely different clothes in the blink of an eye? I'm a sorcerer. Run and I'll blast you to bits. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The wolf locks the gaze of his brown eyes with those of the sorceror in the doorway, heckles on the back raised.\n\n\"( Do you mean to say i have to kill you to get out of here ? Im warning you ! I might just do that ! )\"\n\nBut the scent of fear (and the tail firmly between his legs) easily betray that as deperate bravado.\n\nOn the other hand, there is nothing more dangerous then a wild, wounded and cornered animal.....\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl's heckles rise in response. Kill us? Seems like someone never learned basic addition. We outnumber you. And we all have magical powers. If you want to live, then you better surrender.\n \n(Is Tyrgen with us or not?)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \n(He is with you, yes.)\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri sniffs the air and peers at the frightened wolf. He speaks through the fangs of the wolf's muzzle.\n \"You are one of us...but you are tainted by the blood you've spilled now. If you do not run or fight, then we may talk. If you do either, you force us to taint ourselves with your blood. So sit !\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The frightened wolf crawls back a bit deeper under the bed. He is clearly frightened, but also defiant. He does stay put otherwise though.\n\n\"( They had it coming ! I surrendered when they knocked me down but they still tried to kill me ! I was just defending myself ! )\"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Oh? Karl raises an eyebrow. Why then did they knock you down in the first place? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The wolf hesistates for a moment, but then the words begin to pour out of him and he tells you his story.\n\n\"( Look, we were just .. foraging. Getting something to eat. But they caught us. So we ran. The guards followed us, one was pretty fast for a guard, so i had to slow him down a bit. So once we came out of an alley, i waited for him and whacked him with my club. Took the fight out of him. Then i ran again, we tried to loose the guards by climbing a wall and going for the roofs. I was almost up there when they caught up with us. They must have fired a crossbow bolt or something.. suddenly there was that searing pain in my back and i fell down. I tried to get up again but they were upon me already. So i told them 'okay, you got me, i surrender.' . But that one guy, he was .. i don't know... if it had benn the guy i knocked down before i could have understood... but he said something like 'we're not going to let you street scum get away again this time' and he tried to kill me. I tried to get my club back to fight back but then he hit me on the head and.... and the next thing i know is im... like this and they are al dead and i.. i don't know... i just wanted to get away as fast as possible.. only all my stuff was just lying around.. so i kinda picked my club and armour up with my teeth and ran for it... at first i didn't know where to go 'cept as far away as fast as possible. But then out side the city i got that feeling i should go to this old hut in the woods. Nobody lives here so, it would be a good place to hide... that and.. i dunno... i kinda felt drawn to it ... it was as if it was calling out to be a save heaven of sorts. I was just trying to figure out what the hell happened and how to get out of this mess again when i heard someone coming.... that would be you then.... so what now ? \")\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nthe hybrid with the lamp-like eyes regards the other in silence for a moment, and then sniffs.\n \"Come out, then. Sit down. Have you changed like this before?\" \nHis tone is calming, but forceful with an edge of feral fang in it." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\"( No, never !) \" the wolf yelps. He stays put for a few more seconds, eyes darting between the other werewolves. But then he finally begins to inch foreward from out under the bed.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl's fur ripples away, his body returning to the shape of a human. The buttons on his shirt have popped off due to the expanded muscles of hybrid form, but he is dressed.\n His explanation seems reasonable. You know, it was his first time, the beast took over, it's not his fault the guards died. I'm sure he's learnt his lesson, let's just leave it. \nHe seems sincere, it's an odd change from the accusing tone he had before." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The wolf finally crawls out from under the bed. He sits down on his haunches and looks at you with a wary expression. Now that you can take a closer look at him, you notice that the trail of blood you followed probably came from a nasty-looking wound in his belly, right below his ribcage.\n\nSince the wound is located pretty much in the middle of his body, it is unlikely that he suffered it while on four legs.\n\nWhile he is still clearly scared, he seems to have calmed down a bit.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa lowers her bow but keeps the arrow in her hand. \"His deeds might have been justified. But now the authority in the city will be all stirred up. We can only hope that we can keep a low profile and leave soon. We still have to talk with the old man about his stuff.\" She pauses for a moment. \"You know, now that we are here we could try to find the stone which the evil bunny mentioned.\" The elf-wolf looks at the wolf. \"The wound looks bad. Can you heal him, Bronsk ?\" \n\n((Uh, Ozzy G, you seem to altenate between Indigo and Purple for your speech colour. Is there some hidden meaning behind it ?))" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe gray wolf-creature's ears perk up, and then it nods at Lisaa.\nStepping forward, Its eyes flare briefly as it gestures, channeling with ease the power of the spirits to heal the stricken werewolf.\n\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+4)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Just as the wounds on the werewolf close partially, the group can hear the sound of a horse approaching. From their vantage point in the bedroom, the pack can see the priestess Mia riding the horse that is approaching the building. As she approaches, she dismounts the horse and ties it to a nearby tree, whispering soothing words to it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri looks around at the room's occupants.\nWith an abrupt motion, he shakes his furry muzzle and where once stood a towering wolfman now stands Bronsk nude and looking bewildered for just a moment before his face turns red as a sunset.\n I'll get you for this, Vakri he thinks as he tries to set the world record for fastest donning of a pair of pants and shirt.\nThrusting his feet into his boots, he stumbles to the door, casting an embarassed and worried glance back at his companions. He works his way downstairs to hopefully intercept Mia." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The wolf relaxes a lot as one of the wolf-men actually heals him. Maybe they don't want to kill him after all...\n\nHe gives the grey-furred wolfman a thankful lick on his hand. He feels slightly silly about it but.. he also feels like that is the righ thing to do in this situation.\n\nWhen Lisaa mentions the 'Evil Bunny' he can't help but ask \"( Evil bunny ? So bunnies are evil and wolves are good now ? When did that happen ? )\"\n\nHis ears perk up for a moment when he hears the sounds of a horse from outside.\n\n\"( More of your kind ? )\"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa looks out of the window. She puts the arrow back into the quiver and the bow on the ground. Then she changes back into an elf and puts her stockings and boots on again. \"She's a friend. As for the evil bunny ... well, that's priviliged information. But no need to worry, most bunnys are still nice.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The wolf looks astonished as the female were turns back into an elf woman \"( You.. are an elf ? But i though only humans could become werewolves ? )\"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia enters the building just as Bronsk comes down the stairs to meet her. When she sees him, her face breaks into a great smile. \"Bronsk! How did it go. Have you found the werewolf?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf shakes her head. \"No, silly. Lycanthropy isn't limited to humans. Elves can get it, halflings, dwarves ... you name it. I even met a hobgoblin werewolf not long ago.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maryring \n Mia enters the building just as Bronsk comes down the stairs to meet her. When she sees him, her face breaks into a great smile. \"Bronsk! How did it go. Have you found the werewolf?\" \n \n\nBronsk scratches his head. \"Well...yes and no. We found the werewolf, but we think...he should not be killed? Not until we can talk to him more. There iz...um.\" Bronsk seems to be fumbling for a word. \"Iz like reason that something happens. It explains something? Erm.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl curses in irritation. Quick you idiot, turn back into the form of a human. Hopefully, Bronsk can convince her we didn't find anything, and you're just another guy, not a monster. Tyrgen, you take human form too. \n\n(Yeah, the colours... I started off using dark blue, but Maryring uses that for everything, so I changed to purple, but you use that... I'll try red.)" }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\"( Yeah, about that.... i have tried to change back since i got back to my senses... but i don't know how to do it ! )\"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Damn! Karl holds a hand to his forehead, thinking. Well, you just kind of imagine yourself as a man. And it happens. It's pretty simple, if you're a natural werewolf. He looks at the wolf again. Have you been recently bitten or clawed by a werewolf? Or what looked like a normal wolf? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"What do you mean?\" Mia scratches her head in confusion. \"I didn't want you to kill him if it wasn't necessary. After all, I could just heal him of his curse. At least, that's what I hoped I could do. I don't approve of unnecessary bloodshed. But tell me what has happened then at least.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\"( No.. not at all. )\" The wolf furows his brow as if concentrating. This oddly makes the stripes of darker fur on his forehead contract into something that looks a bit like an upside-down peace-symbol.\n\nThen the change begins. Muzzle and tail shorten and disappear, likewise does the fur. Paws change into hands and feet respectivly. His eyes stay the same brown they were in wolf form though.\n\nSitting on the ground now is a young human, approxiamtely in his teens. He still looks wary but seems to have regained some composure by now.\n\n\" Hey it worked.... uhm.. i better get dressed again .. \" he sais and reaches for the clothes/leather armour.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa picks up her bow and leaves the room to welcome Mia downstairs. \"Hello Mia, we've found a werewolf here. He is wounded, frightened and confused, but also peaceful.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What I'm trying to work out, you see, says Karl, is whether you have been afflicted with the curse from birth, and it's just manifested itself today, or if you recently caught it from a werewolf attack. The former condition is incurable, but I think there are things that can be done to cure the latter. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods. \"I hoped so. It means that it probably isn't too late to heal him easily if this is his first change. Can you take me to him?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Ozzy_G \n What I'm trying to work out, you see, says Karl, is whether you have been afflicted with the curse from birth, and it's just manifested itself today, or if you recently caught it from a werewolf attack. The former condition is incurable, but I think there are things that can be done to cure the latter. \n \n\nThe teen listens to Karl as he struggles to get into his clothes. Maybe he is still nervous or just a bit of a klutz. Or maybe both.\n\n\" He, i have been bitten by dogs, cats and rats. And some rabbit that we tried to steal, but it got away. But i'm kinda sure there was no werewolf. Unless a werewolf can look like a mutt too. And live with the butchers family in the same house. \"\n\nHe frowns as he mulls over Karls words and finally asks: \" So why didn't you get yourself healed then ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Because I didn't catch it, replies Karl with a sigh. When it's an inherited disease, you can't do much about it without extremely powerful magic, which I certainly can't afford. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" That bad ? Does that mean im going to turn on each full moon now and kill people ? Or .. well... uhnm.. if it Is that bad... why not.. uh... jump from someplace real high ? Would that work ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sits down next to the boy. Look, not everything you think you know about Werewolves is true. Was there a Full Moon in the middle of the day today? I don't think so. I suspect that means you are a True Lycanthrope, someone who has inherited the curse. That means you transform at will, and keep your mind while transformed. The first time it happens can be disconcerting, and combined with your anger, explains what happened. But you won't be going on a massacre any time soon... he grabs the boy's shoulder. Or at least you better not, or you'll be soon a corpse, understand? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, he is upstairs with Karl and Tyrgen. How is the surviving guard ? And how is did the city guard react to the slaughter ?\" , says Lisaa." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Ozzy_G \n he grabs the boy's shoulder. Or at least you better not, or you'll be soon a corpse, understand? \n \n\nThe boy recoils a bit.\n\n\" Yes yes, i get it, sheesh... i don't intend to go any rampage anytime soon. I mean... damn, i still have to look after the others. Oh hell, what if they did see me.... they'll never... oh no.... \"\n\nTurning a bit whiter then he already is, he wipes at his mouth, his hand coming back reddish with blood. He stares at it for a moment, then beginns to frantically rub at his mouth to make the blood go away.\n\n\" Oh no.. nononono.. this can't be happening... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I haven't told the guard yet. I delivered him to a temple of Iris so that he could get proper treatment, and I told them what had happened. They appeared to be frightened, but I reassured them that I would work to ensure that no body else would be a victim. It seemed to calm them down, and they would bring news to the city guard. I then borrowed a horse and tried to follow you, but I didn't find a suitable trail. Luckily I remembered the relics you still have in your possession, so I used some of the magic granted me by Iris to locate you.\" She smiles. \"Although it appears that you are doing just fine without me.\" Mia walks towards the stairs. \"May I go up and speak with him? \n \n Spoiler \nIt's true. Nina never asked for the objects, and none of you specified that you returned them so... those items are still in your possession.\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Argh! Karl waves his arms frantically. Don't freak out! He squints, and chants, flickering his fingers. The blood disappears from the boy's face.\n\n(Cast Prestidigitation, then using the cleaning function)" }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Okay, okay, i've got it, i've got it.. im calm.. calm, yes... calm. \"\n\nThe boy is still pretty upset, but he seems to have himself under control. At least for now.\n\nSitting there, white-faced and wide-eyed, it is hard to guess what is goin on inside of him.\n\n\" Okay... right.. so you.. are werewolves yourself ? And you all inherited your curse ? So ... what is it you do then ? You fancy yourself like some... guards ? Out to hunt down the bad wolves ? I mean, don't get me wrong, im sure im very lucky that you found me first but... uh... what now ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \n\"Of course, I hope that you can help him.\" , says Lisaa and motions towards the stairs and then follows Mia.\n\n \"Oh oh, maybe the hour of truth is drawing near. How will Mia react when she learns that we are all irremediable werewolves ...\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shrugs. I don't know. We know, or rather the elf and the man who went downstairs know, a priestess. If you've caught the infection from somewhere, she might be able to cure it. Otherwise... I'm not sure. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk passes a hand before his brow.\n \"Of course. Let's go up. \"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia walks up the stairs to the room where Karl and Tyrgen are waiting with the child. She nods to both of them, before she approaches the child. \"Hey there.\" She says with a gentle voice. \"Are you all right? How do you feel?\" She asks, trying to be as calming as possible. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy looks up at the woman entering the room, still scared, but he keeps himself calm.\n\n\" Are you the priestess ? I guess im okay. Well, as okay as can be .. still got a bump on my head and a hole in my belly. But i think im not bleeding any more. \"\n\nHe seems to avoid the matter of the people he killed on purpose. Maybe he is not that okay after all.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I see...\" Mia answers quietly as she places a hand on the head of the boy. \"May I please see if there is a way for me to remove your curse for you?\" She says, as a feeling of peace and calmness flow out from her in an attempt to soothe the boy. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy looks up at the priestess uncertainly.\n\n\" Uh.. sure... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Thank you.\" She places both hands on the boy's head and whispers gentle words of prayer to link her mind with the young werewolf's state of being. Her face gets an intense, focused look and sweat appears on her brow before she finally opens her eyes again with a start. \"I... there's no way for a mortal like me to remove your lycanthropy. It is a part of your very being... I'm sorry.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy looks at Mia curiously as she does her .. examination.\n\n\" So.. that does mean its inherited then ? But.. that would mean--- hey wait a moment.... you .. priestess ? Do you travell a lot ? No wait.... don't tell me... i think i heard about you. Isis... yes, i think i remember now, Janice told me about you.. you are that travelling priestess of Isis, yes ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl just looks confused." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia laughs gently. \"Travelling priestess? It's true that I rarely stay in one place for long, but I wouldn't call myself a traveller. She nods to the boy. \"Although, yes that might be me.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" He okay. Thanks for trying to cure me, but of not for that.... condition, i won't be alive anymore. Maybe that is one disease that is more lethal to others... sigh okay look, im not happy about what happened, not at all. But i don't regret offing the bastard who tried to kill me after i surrendered. The others... i can't make them alive again, no matter what. \"\n\nHe looks up at the priestess \" But what will become of my friends ? Without me, they will be easy prey for the other gangs ! \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods. \"No... and I found them too late to save those you had already killed... Regardless of your friends... you can't return to the city. The guard who survived will be able to recognize you. I'm sorry, but if you're going to have any hope if living, you will have to leave the city. As for your friends... hmm.\" Mia bites her lip. \"I can't promise anything although... I'll see what I can do. I might be able to summon a guardian that can protect them. Perhaps if Bronsk helps me...\" She turns to the healer. \"You have ties to the natural world, right?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer nods, stroking his mustache nervously.\n \"Yes, but only with the spirits; most animals would ignore me just like hyu.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods. \"The spirit world is what I was hoping you had contact with. If you'll help me find a spirit that can watch over his friends, I'd be very grateful. The spirits won't listen to me, but hopefully they will listen to you.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk coughs nervously. \"I could ask. But... hyu must see, not all spirits is powerful, and few who are so generous. I will ask, but I may have to bargain. I don't know what they will ask.\" \n\nHe makes his way downstairs and takes a seat on the turf. He reaches into a pouch on his oddly-bulky belt and removes a few carved bones and a small stone wolf, which he arranges with some care about himself. Closing his eyes he begins to chant.\n\nAfter a moment, his breathing slows as he enters his trance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vakri...are you there? Mia is asking for the spirits to protect a few human city children. I thought Xe'ls or T'akaya might help, but I don't know if they would for free. \n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his head. I have no idea what is going on here. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy watches with great interest.\n\n\" You want to ask spirits for help ? Is there anything i can do to help ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I know, but it is the only thing I can think of that won't arouse suspicion.\" Mia says as she follows Bronsk down. While Bronsk prepares and enters his trance, Mia sits in the stairs, praying silently. \n \n Spoiler \nBronsk's meeting with the spirits will be through PM's. It might be moved to the crystal ball later. Just so you guys don't worry too much if there is a minor drought of posting here.\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk opens his eyes and allows a satisfied smile to rest upon his face. Uncrossing his legs, he gathers up his tokens and rises to his feet. To Mia, he says\n \"Well...They agreed. Two spirits, Xe'ls and T'ayaka, agreed to watch the children for a little while, but there iz a cost; they must have with them a small carving of a crow and a wolf, and later, a shrine must be constructed to the spirits. Mostly to Xe'ls and T'ayaka, but...\" He waves a hand. \"Iz not bad cost, yes? \"" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia smiles. No, not at all. Well done Bronsk. I knew you'd be able to help.\" She stands up and dusts of her gown. \"Well, I suppose we should return to the city then.\" She begins to walk towards the door, when she suddenly turns around. \"But then again... we originally came here to find the relic left behind from Mia. You've found five but... I don't think that any of them are the relic we are searching.\" She tilts her head. \"And isn't this the old home of Michelle?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy looks between Bronsk and Mia, seeming very excited.\n\n\" You did it ? You got some... spirits to help us ? Oh this is great ! Okay, so what do we have to do build a shrine ? Sure, we can do that... i guess.... how do we do that ? \"\n\n\" And erm.... ehats with those relics you're talking about ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles and shrugs. \"That part may come a little later. The shrine need not be expensive, but it should a be permanent place. Possibly a clearing with a few stumps and a carved tree. Now,\" he rubs his hands together, \"For the relics; they are left by an old hero named Ami Michelle. We think they are the key to a riddle that leads to a great and important secret. I think I will be able to convince you it iz important a bit later, maybe.\" He paces around the room. \"We should look for them in the house.\" \n\n[[Take 20 on a search for 21]]" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Right, since we are again here in Ami's cottage we should search for this stone and other hidden things. Karl, can you use some of your magic to help us ?\" Lisaa begins to search in the room.\n\n((Search Take 20 for 28))" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Indeed I can. He mutters, and stares at one side of the room for about 20 seconds. Then he shifts to another quadrant, and does the same again, and continues until, from the centre of the room, he has scanned the whole house in 90 degree arcs.\n\n(Casting detect magic, concentrating all 3 rounds, then if he doesn't find anything moving to the next 90 degree arc and doing so again, 4 spells in total if he doesn't find anything faster.)" }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Uhm.. what exactly are you looking for ? I mean, what do these relics looks like you want ? Heh, too bad Janice isn't here, she really has a knack for finding stuff. Especially stuff she's not supposed to find. \"\n\nWhen the party finishes searching and finds the hole and the inscription, the boy remarks \" Well, if you can't read this, maybe just write the letters down. Maybe that crazy old guy in the museum can make something of it. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStraightening up with a grunt from the inscription, Bronsk nods his assent to the young man's suggestion. \"Maybe! Perhaps Ami should look too; she iz historian. Good idea...er.\" Bronsk's face freezes and he coughs in an embarrassed fashion.\n \"I've just realized; I never asked hyu name. All this...werewolves and slaughter and spirits and mysteries I...\" He catches himself and addresses the man with a stiff though practiced bow.\n \"Bronsk Siefsson iz my name. I come from the lands of Miklaar as a healer, but it seems my link with the spirits iz more demanded here.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "The boy grins at the large man \" Hi Bronsk, i'm Varek. Nice to meet you. So you from up north then ? \"\n\nTurning to the others he asks \" And you are... ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Karl, replies the mage curtly." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " \"I am Lisaa\" , says the elf with a nod. \"Mia, can you decipher this inscription ?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia takes a single look at the inscriptions before she shakes her head. \"Unfortunately no. I can't read this language and I have no magic that could help me dechiper it.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk turns his attention back to the hole in the wall.\n \"Thiz hole...It tickles my memory. I was thinking of something said earlier, that Ami left behind a coin that is a piece of the door's puzzle.\" he turns to Karl.\n \"I saw hyu make light earlier. Do you still have that spell? I want to see if anything iz in this hole.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Having finished searching for magic, Karl nods at Bronsk's request. I can. I should tell you, I didn't find any magic at all in the house. It could be shielded of course, but that's unlikely. He mutters and waves his hand, and it starts to glow. Then he reaches up and puts it near the hole." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The light reveals nothing inside the hole, but it also shows that the hole must have been made, because of how smooth the surface is. In addition, there is not a single trace of dust inside the hole. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk thinks carefully, his face a knot of mustache and concentration.\n \"The rabbit thief said, that she was using the relics to solve the location of a gem in thiz house. Perhaps we should do the same. If we could move the relics to thiz other table here?\" Bronsk motions with a hand at a mostly-empty table." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek walks over, curiously, to get a look at those 'artifacts' everybody is so excited about.\n\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen introduces himself to young Varek before he places the five magical artifacts on the table. The Mirror, The Sword, the Staff, the Cup and the Coin all glow with a faint blue aura of energy. \"Do you have an idea Bronsk?\" Tyrgen asks him hopefully. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods.\n \"A...feeling, more.\" He reaches over and picks up the coin, examining it. With a kind of mental shrug, he steps over to the hole in the wall and carefully tries to put the coin inside." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The coin slides in with a click, and the glow from the coin immediately fades. Instead, it gets a much darker colour, as if all light has been drained from it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nFrowning. Bronsk thinks about what else he's seen around the house.\n \"Hey...We can't read the language written on the wall, but maybe we look at it wrong?\" His voice rises with excitement as he speaks. He reaches onto the table and picks up the mirror, and almost dashes up the stairs to where he earlier had found the writing. Tilting the mirror just so, he tries to read the lettering in the reflection." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Through the Mirror, the inscription on the wall suddenly makes sense. It seems to be some sort of poem. \n As the morning dew slowly falls into the stream, so too do the eye eventually fall into a deep sleep.\nWill you remember me when that time comes?\nOr will the love we shared wither like a dead lilly?\nWith a cupped hand, a drop of the nectar falls on the eye, and it opens once more.\nWatching and waiting, it observes the path of travelling,\nand at each bend and turn, at every crossroad we take the road less travelled.\nBut when the dark night falls, and the eye close and will not see,\nthe path will be gone.\nBut I believe. Our strength will shine the light on our eye from our left hand,\nand the truth guides our hand from the right.\nAnd that it will be, that when the teary wet eye finally see the light,\nour pain, our journey, our struggles and our sorrows will finally be over.\n\nIn loving memory of a dear friend.\n\nMichelle Ami. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek meanwhile takes a closer look at the fabled artifacts. The sword, the staff.... weapons. The cup however... whats with the cup ?\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well done Bronsk! Karl crows in delight, and peers at the reflected poem. Oh... it's just a poem written for some dead person. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles exultantly as the writing comes into some readable form. He reads it once, listens to what Karl says, and then reads it again, scratching his stubbled chin thoughtfully.\n \"I don't know...I think it is more than that. Unless your language has symbolism I do not know, thiz eye and nectar and hands; Does it not sound like a riddle?\" he smiles to himself. \"We know that Ami was fond of puzzles and riddles, yes? A simple poem need not be hidden so carefully; it must be important.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl frowns. I didn't know she liked riddles... you are right, a memorial inscription wouldn't be guarded by magic like this. And since it can only be read through the use of the mirror, it must have something to do with the artefacts. But how is it connected? Could it be instructions to open the door perhaps? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young Miklar laughs.\n \"We should be so lucky! There iz many more keys to be found before the door may be opened! Each of the Nijinzuishou had a key of his own, and hid them! I think if we are lucky and clever, we may find one today.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, there is more in this poem. The light and the eye ... I believe it is a riddle, if not to open the door then to find the key or a part of it.\" , says Lisaa. \"We should show it to an expert about Ami, like the curator. Can anyone transcribe the poem ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n\"Uhh...\" Biting his lip, Bronsk pats the various pouches on his belt, but then sighs. \"No paper. Sorry. \" Bronsk scratches his ear, thoughtfully. \"Thiz 'nectar from hand'...maybe is come from the cup?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well...\" Mia slowly says. She has followed Bronsk, Lisaa and Karl up, leaving Tyrgen alone with Varek. \"It could be. The cup is magical after all, so perhaps \"nectar\" refers to a liquid poured from it. But what kind of liquid then? And the closed eye that opens by a drop of nectar... what do you think that means?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek examines the artifacts while the others are ganging up in the bedroom. He notices something in the cup.\n\n\" Hm ? There is something in the .. oh.. just some water.... but where does that come form.... \"\n\nGiving in to some instinctive urge, he pokes his nose into the cup to take a sniff at the droplet in the cup.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The drop has a faint sweet smell, almost like honey. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"'M not sure what the eye iz. Maybe it is the mirror?\" Frowning, Bronsk walks downstairs to see Varek with his nose in the goblet.\n \"Eh? What are hyu doing?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek almost bolts as he's caught with his nose in the cup, nearly knocking it over.\n\n\" Nothing. Honest ! It's just.... yeah well, there is a drop of water inside. Uhm... i think this cup is kinda supposed to never be empty or spill or somesuch... yeah that and it smells sweet. Like mead or something. So maybe this thing can, like, create drinks and stuff ? You know as in, you'll never have to go thirsty again or something ? \"\n\nTaking a step to the side to get out of the way in case the bigger werewolf wants that cup he peeks at the mirror next. Wasn't that thing kinda supposed to show people's true self or something.... he wonders....\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Would you say... it smelled like nectar? Karl peers at the cup over Bronsk's shoulder." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek peers up at Karl \" Nectar ? Whats that ? I don't know.. i was thinking mead.. you know, sweet with just a hint of honey. Hey, you think that cup can make mead ? I kinda like the stuff... and uhm. Yeah you know with everything that has happened today i won't say no to a nice cup of mead you know ? \"\n\n\n Lycar\n\n(OOC: It just occured to me that Varek can't inspect the mirror since the others have it at the moment. So he'll take a closer look at the staff next.)" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Nectar is like honey, replies Karl." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The staff is a beautiful white colour, almost as if the wood it was made of was naturally white. On the tip of the staff is a beautiful blue sapphire, completely devoid of the glow that emanates from the rest of the staff. Simply being close to it seems to relieve some of Varek's tension. \n \"Oh, that's right.\" Mia turns to Bronsk. \"Do you mind me borrowing the Mirror? There might be other things that can only be seen by the mirror, so I thought I could take a look around with it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nlooking unaccountably nervous, Bronsk nods and carefully hands the mirror to Mia." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "From the other side of Mia, Karl's eyes widen in nervous fear. Um, I'm going to go outside and see if I can find anything on the outside of the house. Lisaa, you better come with me, you've got better eyesight. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Uh, alright.\" Lisaa follows Karl to the door." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps we overlooked something. I'll go up and look more closely.\" Tyrgen says before he, Lisaa and Karl make their way out of the room, leaving a confused Mia together with Varek and Bronsk. \"Hmm?\" Okay.\" Mia says reluctantly before she accepts the mirror. \"What suddenly came over them? I'm just going to look around for clues after all.\" She says before she begins to scan the room for clues using the mirror. \"Hmm... no I can't seem to find anything but... hey, Varek, I can see your Werewolf form through this mirror and... wait... Mia's face goes pale as she looks up from the mirror. \"Bronsk...?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "( Uh oh. ) \" Hey Mia, you can see what i look like as a wolf ? Cool.... can i have a look please ? I konda wanna know what i look like as a wolf too... \"\n\nVarek does his best to distract Mia.\n\n\" Hey you know what ? Wolves have good noses, yes ? maybe i should try to... er.... you know... smell something ? Anything ? Mia ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What are we going to do? Karl hisses at Lisaa outside. If she waves that mirror at us... and Bronsk is still inside! Hmmm... he frowns, thinking. Maybe we could look shocked and go \"Oh no, Varek's infected us! We must go and find a cure!\" Or something. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa shakes her head and murmurs. \"No, no lies. I saw it coming. We must be honest to Mia now.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk gulps, but then he straightens up. \"I've often talked of Vakri. Maybe iz time you met him.\" Bronsk pauses a moment, as if awaiting a nod from Mia, but then he closes his eyes and transforms, expanding upwards and outwards with a crackle of joints and muscles, until a lanky form of muscle and hair stands before her, yellow eyes above a wolf's muzzle.\nIt sniffs the air once or twice, and then looks down at the priestess, his gray coat almost shining.\n \"Mia. Xe'ls and T'ayaka greet you and remind you of your bargain. I\" the creature says with a bob of the head, \"am Vakri.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek peers at the wolves figure in front of him, the artifacts forgotten for the moment.\n\n\" Deal ? hey, they are supposed to protect my friends. Because i kinda can't just go back to town anymore. They would hunt me down.... and without me... i mean, when someone tried to hurt my friends, i could usually quickly convince them that that is a bad idea. Very bad. So you want a shrine built for you ? Okay, sure, uhm. So what does that mean exactly ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia stumbles a few steps backwards. \"Varek, stay away.\" She stretches out her hand, energy suddenly bursting from it. A mace of spiritual energy manifesting from the energy. Mia grasps her hand around the weapon and points it towards Bronsk. \"Don't come any closer.\" She says, trying to sound strong, but her eyes reveal worry and reluctance. \"Bronsk, or Vakri, or whoever you are. Tell me what the meaning of this is. Is this why the others left? Because you know that you are a... werewolf?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow-eyed werewolf crouches down and then sits, crossing its legs beneath it as it gazes first out the window, then at nothing at all.\n\n \"Bronsk never really had friends.\" Vakri says, eventually. \"He was always afraid. I could look into his heart sometimes,\" he continues, \"on the long roads from village to settlement, never staying long. He would heal those he could, accept what payment they would give, and then move on. He tries to conceal it, but I know that he is lonely.\" Vakri turns his gaze for a moment to Varek, but then drifts away.\n \"See in your waking dream, a man, scarcely more than a pup, forcing himself to leave a place where he has earned welcome and respect, savoring the fleeting taste of fellowship as he walks away from it for the hundreth time. All out of fear.\" Vakri turns his yellow gaze to the shining mace in Mia's hand.\n \"Fear of this. Now to you it does not matter how good his deeds, how earnest his efforts, nor where is his heart.\" Vakri stands once more, and then shudders, his lean frame warping into a yellow-eyed wolf. The wolf gazes at Mia for a moment longer, and then reaches down and grasps what it can of Bronsk's fallen garments in its mouth and pads towards the cottage door." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Wait.\" Mia shouts out, before she bites her lips. \"I...\" She sighs. \"No. I... I... I'm... merely surprised.\" She finally manages to say. \"I... made a mistake it seems...\" She gazes at her mace as it seems to fade. \"And to think that I yelled at my apprentice for doing the very same thing yesterday, as I did today...\" The mace dissolves completely. \"But you are wrong Vakri. Those things do matter to me. Bronsk is a good man. I know that... I believe in that, so please.\" She takes a step forward. \"Will the two of you please forgive me for overreacting?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Yellow-eyed wolf \nThe wolf pauses at the door, and then gingerly sets down the bundle of boots and cloth. Turning back to Mia, it gazes at her silently for a moment, and then nods. Once more, transformation, and once more Vakri stands before her.\n \"Good. Bronsk tells me that his friends never need ask his forgiveness.\" He stands alert for a moment, as if listening, and then says \"And that I may talk to you a while longer. He has harangued me at great length about not changing back into human form in front of females.\" he shrugs." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " A slight grin appears in the corner of Mia's eyes for a few seconds, before her face returns to her regular small smile. \"Good. Thank you.\" She takes a deep breath before she extends her hand towards Vakri. \"It is nice to finally meet you Vakri.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe werewolf gingerly reaches a clawed and furred hand forward. He sniffs once or twice, and then nods.\n \"Now. Any questions? Bronsk is getting anxious again.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia shakes her head. \"No questions. I will trust Bronsk to tell me all that he feels I should know. Except... there is one question I have for you. Bronsk say that I do not have to seek his forgiveness, but do you, Vakri, forgive me? I didn't only wrong Bronsk, but you as well.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe werewolf makes a snuffling noise that may well be a snort, as it pads on large feet towards the stairs.\n \"Apologies! Your intentions are good, I see, but you humble yourself too readily.\" \nDisappearing up the stairs, there's a silence for about half a minute broken only by shuffling and the clump of boots. A little red-faced, Bronsk makes his way downstairs. Carefully avoiding everyone's gaze, Bronsk coughs.\n \"So! Thiz riddle, then?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek watches the exchange between Bronsk/Vakri and Mia amazed.\n\n( So many questions.... )\n\nThen he just stands there, slightly dumbfounded, till Bronsk comes back down. Since he doesn't know about any riddle, he asks:\n\n\" Uh.. what riddle ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nGlad for the distraction, Bronsk answers immediately\n \"The poem! Iz one we read using the magic mirror on the writing upstairs. We think it iz a riddle. Wait...\" Bronsk concentrates for a moment. \"Perhaps the coin iz the closed eye? Iz the right shape, anyways...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes... you may be right.\" Mia says, also eager to put the incident behind. \"So that means... somehow that \"eye\" has to \"see the light\". But what light? I don't think just shining a light on the \"eye\" will have much effect.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Well, it must be opened first. Varek, the cup smells of honey? Try pouring it on the coin, maybe?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek tilts his head at Bronsk \" Okay.. so.. you, like, found a poem, which is also a riddle ? So how does it go ? \"\n\nAlso Varek tries to get to look into the mirror again.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nScratching his head, Bronsk hesitates.\n \"I don't remember. It iz written on the wall upstairs, but hyu must look through the mirror to see it.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek grins \" He, if you don't remember the riddle, then we can't solve it. So, should i take a look too ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl is still sitting outside. Damnation, what are we going to do? If she finds out we're all werewolves... " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Just hope for the best. Mia is wise, I don't think that she will run away screaming and betray us to the guards. We saved her life after all. And we never acted like evil, bloodthirsty savages.\" , says Lisaa but then looks away on the ground." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods. \"Yes, that might be a good idea. Come with me Varek, and I'll show it to you.\" She beckons for Varek to follow after her. \"You can go out and tell Lisaa and the others that they can come back in.\" Mia says as she leaves the room with Varek. Up in the bedroom, she shows the strange writing to Varek and hands him the mirror. \"There. You can read the poem if you look at it through the mirror.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nAfter Mia ascends the stairs, the young Miklaar breathes a heavy sigh of relief. Passing a calloused hand briefly across his brow, Bronsk steps outside.\n \"She took it better than I thought.\" he remarks, \"She does not know about hyu two, though she must suspect.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What, you mean she knows about you now? Karl doesn't seem reassured by Bronsk's words." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Erm. Yes,\" Bronsk hesitates. \"She...amazes me. Her first actions was expected, backing away, weapon drawn...but once Vakri talked to her, she calmed down. She seemed to believe that who I am iz more imporant than what.\" he shakes his head in wonderment. \"First human I met who was so.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maryring \n COLOR=\"Orange\"]\"You can go out and tell Lisaa and the others that they can come back in.\"[/COLOR] Mia says as she leaves the room with Varek. Up in the bedroom, she shows the strange writing to Varek and hands him the mirror. \"There. You can read the poem if you look at it through the mirror.\" \n \n\nVarek looks over at Bronsk for a moment, but then he follows Mia up the stairs. He is eager to get a look at that poem. And at himself in that mirror too.\n\n\" Thanks Mia. \"\n\nTaking the mirror from Mia, he first takes a long look at his own reflection in there. Then he goes and reads the poem.\n\n\" Oh.. the drop in the cup that smells of honey... that must be the dew from the poem ... maybe you have to .. uh.. make the cup fill itself with this nektar stuff or something ? Or maybe, if this cup is supposed to never empty itself, it's enough to lick up the drop ? And if that opens one's eyes... maybe then we can see what to do with the other items... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"You might be on to something there Varek. Although... there is one thing. Ami seems to have a special connection to water. So why would she require nectar, a sweet drink from flowers, to open her eyes?\" Mia ponders her own question. \"Hmm... still, I think we should give it a shot. The magic has to remain in that cup, otherwise the drop would have vaporized already. She moves to the door. \"Are you coming Varek? I want to see if we can get that drop from the cup and onto the coin.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek takes another good and long look at his own reflection in the mirror.\n\n\" Heh... my eyes are still.... huh ? Oh yes, sure... the coin you say ? Yeah well, have to try everything eh.... sure i'm coming, i don't want to miss that- uhm, what about you ? \"\n\nThe last part being directed at Tyrgon.\n\nEither way, Varek is following Mia downstairs again.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nTyrgen's not in this room.\n \n\n \"Heh.\" Mia says as she hears Varek remark his own reflection. \"Varek, can I ask you something?\" She says as the two begin walking down, then, without waiting for an answer to that, she turns to him. \"What is it like? To be a werewolf I mean. I know this might sound like a strange question, and I know you haven't been aware about it for long, but I just had to ask. I've heard several stories of what werewolves are supposed to be, but I've never been able to ask a werewolf how he actually feels about his situation.\" Suddenly, Mia blushes. \"Sorry, there I go again. Speakin too quickly. You don't have to answer that question.\" She adds just as they enter the main room again, where Tyrgen is waiting for them. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek stops and frowns, thinking about Mia's question.\n\n\" Good question ... i was wondering about that myself really... i mean, when i... you know..... the guards, they tried to kill me... i was just defending myself and yet.. i was so angry... so terribly angry... i don't recall every detail of what ... happened.... but when i was finally myself again, i just found mysself... well... furry and on four legs. I was just scared and confused. And i'm still shocked about what i did.. i would have beaten them up, sure.... but... it wouldn't have been neccessary to kill them all like that... maybe except the bastard who started it. I mean, what kind of sick bastard goes to kill you after you have surrendered ? Seriously.... and still.... so there i was and i just thought i'd better run before more people showed up. So i did... just had enough wits together to grab my armour and the strap of my club with my teeth before running off. And when i was outside the city.. i just had this feelign i really ought to come here and hide. Which i did. \"\n\n\" The strangest part is that running on all fours didn't feel as weird as it probably should. And yeah well, i suppose i should have had a much better sense of smell and stuff.. but i didn't really got to ... well.. test it. And i didn't really know how i got on all fours.. or how to get back. \"\n\n\" But apart from that i was still myself. Only as a wolf. But Bronsk ? It seems to work different for him. Is it that wolf-spirit thing inside him ? His eyes change colour when he's a wolf. Mine don't. Maybe that has something to do with it. \"\n\nVarek shrugs and continues downstairs.\n\n\" Maybe i can tell you more once i had a bit of time to learn something about all that myself. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods, seemingly not aware of Tyrgen's presence. \"I see... but if what I have read is true, and what I sensed from you when I used my magic, it seems you can eventually control your powers...\" Mia sighs. \"But isn't it a frightening power? I mean, you gain a larger, more powerful body. But does it change who you are? Who you identify yourself as? Or do you consider yourself the same person regardless of the guise you have?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " So, uh... Karl looks uneasy. Should we tell her the rest of us are werewolves. If she doesn't use the mirror, it seems better to avoid telling her. She's be suspicious of a whole pack of werewolves. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk stands silently for a moment, ruminating. Finally, he speaks.\n \"Hyu should know this; Ami Michelle, she was like us. She was a werewolf, as was the Ninjinzuishou. I think thiz riddle and the door in the mountain, they are all related. I was told, hyu know, that it iz up to us to discover some great truth.\" Glancing back at the house, Bronsk continues, his brown eyes serious.\n \"Mia does not know thiz. No one does. Think about that, when you decide. It iz your own choice to tell her or no.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maryring \n \"But does it change who you are? Who you identify yourself as? Or do you consider yourself the same person regardless of the guise you have?\" \n \n\nVarek considers this for a moment, then he shrugs \" I dunno.... i know i wasn't in control when i killed the guards. I was just... not quite myself really. As for power. He, i already am quite powerful. I mean strong. I'm the strongest guy in our gang. That's why i get to beat up people. I think you know what it means to be poor and a child in a big city. You learn to take care of yourself. It's that or you don't get old. I mean, we could easily have made a living by mugging people. But you see, the guards.. maybe as long as we were still little, they kinda took pity on us. They didn't seem too eager to actually catch us. More content with running us off once we took a loaf of bread or two. But if we would have started mugging people.... we would have had to make sure not to leave witnesses behind. Ever. We kinda didn't want to do that. \"\n\n\" I don't know really. I'm way too clumsy to be a thief. But i'm mighty strong. So i was our fighter type. If we had to go and defend ourselves, i was the guy in the lead. I know how to knock the fight out of people. But there are rules. You don't kick someone when he's down and out. Sure, some say that the best way to make sure an enemy won't come after you again, ever is to off them. But i mean... we don't want to live in a world where you just kill each other off for nothing, right ? I mean, if we get to fight another gang and we beat them, thats good enough, right ? You just don't go and kill people if you don't have to. Thats just wrong. You knock 'em out and take their stuff. That's punishment enough. \"\n\n\" I don't know. Maybe being a werewolf makes things harder because it's so damn easy to kill someone, even if you don't mean to. And even more easy if you do. Damn, i really wish i didn't kill them guards. Except the one guy of course, he can rot in hell ! \"\n\nVarek takes a deep breath before going on \" You know, i am about to find out soon nough i suppose. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " A brief smile flashes over Mia's face \"Yeah, I kinda noticed. I mean, it's not like it is difficult to see. That you're strong I mean. Both you and Bronsk look like you're athletes from Miklagard. Then the smile fades and she becomes more serious. I wouldn't know what it is like to be you though. I know that it is a struggle just to survive, but I've never had to struggle like the children in the big cities of Sotonia must. I... hmm... no, I won't tell you about my past. It's not something I want to share...\" Her voice breaks down for a second, but she quickly recovers. \"But you shouldn't feel bad about killing those guards. Well, I mean, you should, but... just, don't feel guilty. You had surrendered, but one of them tried to kill you, and you had to fight back to survive. It could have been avoided yes, but if there is anyone who is guilty, then it is the guard who struck you while you were down. And I agree with you. Personally, I would prefer a world where we wouldn't have to fight... but that is not our world. Our world is a violent one. And that's why I'm happy to hear that even though you live by the sword, heh, or perhaps I should say the club, you still show mercy.\" Mia looks Varek into his eyes. \"That's a very valuable virtue of yours. Take care not to lose it.\" Mia takes up the cup from the table. \"But, we can continue this later. Now, do you have any idea on what we can do to fill this cup with nectar, or how we can get nectar out from it and onto the eye?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Sure do \" says Varek, grinning, and deftly pokes his fingertip into the one drop of nectar in the cup, then dabs it onto his closed eyelids.\n\nHe opens his eyes again looking around curiously.\n\n\" What ? That's exactly what you asked. Oh, you mean the coin is the eye somehow ? Uh.. okay... same thing then i say. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia laughs a friendly laugh. \"Yes, I meant the coin.\" Still giggling, Mia takes the cup and glances into it. \"Hmm. There is still nectar in there. Let me try.\" She dips her finger into the nectar and touches the coin on the wall, however nothing happens. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl paces up and down. Hmmm... \nHe stops, faces the door, and squared his shoulders. Well, shall we go back in? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young nord nods. \"Yes. Let us focus on solving Ami's riddle.\" \nFollowing behind, Bronsk enters the cottage." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows, his expression changing from nervous to neutral. When they reach Mia, he says We didn't find anything outside. What have you discovered? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Hmm?\" Mia turns from the coin on the wall to the others who just entered the room. \"Nothing. It appears that nothing happened when I tried to place \"nectar\" on the \"eye\". Perhaps we need to get that light on it first... or perhaps this isn't the right kind of nectar.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nA suspicion forms in the mind of Bronsk.\n \"May I examine the cup please, Mia?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes of course.\" Mia says as she hands the cup to Bronsk. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sighs internally.\n I feel a little guilty about this, but I don't think she's ready for what might be the truth yet... \n\nClosing his eyes, Bronsk adopts an expression of intense concentration, and holds his hand over the top of the cup, fingers splayed. He counts slowly to ten in his head. Looking serious, Bronsk dips a finger into the cup and collects a small drop of nectar, which he then touches to the coin in the wall." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia carefully follows Bronsk with her eyes, but when it becomes clear that Bronsk is mimicing what she did earlier, her face twists into confusion. She remains silent however and allows Bronsk to finish. The nectar drips onto the eye, but nothing happens. \"I told you so. The eye doesn't seem to be ready for the nectar yet.\" She says, apparently slightly annoyed. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sets down the cup and frowns, apparently thinking hard. \"Hm. but the light comes after the eye iz opened in the riddle, yes?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"No. \n \"But when the dark night falls, and the eye close and will not see,\nthe path will be gone.\nBut I believe. Our strength will shine the light on our eye from our left hand,\nand the truth guides our hand from the right.\" \n When it is dark, the eye isn't watching. And look, the eye is dark right now, and it does not see. And that means the path is gone. But something will \"shine the light on our eye\". Something about strength. Then, when the light shines on the eye, it might accept the nectar.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"So, if the coin is the eye then we need some light ... from our left hand ? Our left hand ... hmm.\" , says Lisaa and muses." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sits up.\n \"The sword! It must be strength, and maybe...\" he stands and retrieves the blade from the table, examining it closely." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The sword doesn't send out any sort of light, although it can reflect light normally. There doesn't appear to be anything extraordinary about it though. It is as if it has lost its luster completely. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Strength.... that sounds like a sword all right. And truth ? Maybe thats the mirror. It shows people's ..er.... true form after all ? Maybe we have to put the nectar stuff on the sword to make it shine and the mirror reflects it to the eye ? \"\n\nVarek seems a bit confused by the riddle but he thinks about it still.\n\n\" So... what's with that staff again... lemme think... yeah, try putting some of the nectar on the sword or the staff maybe ? Maybe all the artifacts have to work together to do.. something.... like.. i dunno.. like a pack of wolves, yes ? And it is neccessary for all 5 artifacts to be together. I think. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Maybe...\" Bronsk sets down the sword and examines the staff." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The white staff with the blue sapphire tip doesn't appear to have any remarkable features except for its otherwordly beauty, and a soft glow around the wood. The sapphire however, has no glow at all.\n\nWhen she hears Varek mention how he believes each relic must work in a specific manner, Mia seems to light up. \"Of course. The relics are all a part of the riddle. The coin is the eye, the sword is the strength and the mirror is the truth. But how do they open the eye?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " \"The sword in the left hand and the mirror in the right hand ...\" , says Lisaa. If noone objects she takes the two items. \"Hmm, light ... maybe from a lantern or a torch, reflected from the mirror onto the coin. Or can one of the other artefacts create light ?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Not that I know of, but I can use magic to create more focused light so we can test out the other theory.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises a hand. I want to point out something. The riddle is to open a \"path\", correct? What if the path isn't here? What if, for example, he says with significant glances at Lisaa and Bronsk, there's a door in a mountain somewhere which is opened by this riddle? And you could be getting it right, but not realising. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods again. \"Huh. Didn't think of that. But I think we may be making progress still. What if we reflected sunlight? Or...moonlight?\" Bronsk tries to remember what phase the moon has been in recently." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The moon was full last night, though tonight, it will have begun to fade. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n Still a bit far 'til nighttime... \n \"All right.\" he rests his hands on his hips. \"Mia, let'z try the light?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Of course.\" Mia removes a small bead from the ribbon in her hair and holds it firmly in her left arm while moving her right hand over it while uttering strange words. Suddenly, the bead begins to glow bright like sunlight. Mia moves over to the window where Bronsk is standing and hands the bead to him. She then turns towards the two doors into the room. \"We should be able to use the natural sunlight shining in from the right, so you should use this bead if we are to use the left door... hmm, but that is a problem then. The doors, they change from right to left depending on what side we are on.\" She sighs. \"Well at worst I guess we'll just have to try twice. Anything else I should do Bronsk?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa steps aside to avoid that Mia sees her in the mirror. \"Sounds good. However, when nothing happens here, there could still happen something with that door far away in the mountains. We should also go there with the artefacts. But we still didn't find the gem here. The evil rabbit said that she hoped to find a gem here.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk blinks. \"Yes, she said that... but I don't know. Let us try with sunlight and moonlight, I think, before we go across country.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek frowns \" Whats with that door you keep talking about ? \" and watches curiously at the proceedings.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia gently picks up the mirror before she turns to Varek to answer his question. \"A few days ago, I was trapped by a rockslide in the mountains outside Sapphire port, you know where Sapphire port is right? It is a coastal city at the northern border of Sotonia. Anyway, in order to avoid being crushed by the rockslide, I had to take cover in a cavern. My apprentice who was with me went to the city in order to get help. It was there that she met Bronsk and Lisaa. They, along with two others came and rescued me from the cavern. Anyway, inside the cavern, there was a huge door with some strange symbols on it. Out of curiousity, we began studying it, and I found out that one of the symbols were once used by Ami. Now we're trying to figure out if we can't somehow unlock the door, and Ami is the best clue. Now... She takes the mirror with her towards the door to the right. \"We agree that I should try to reflect the sunlight from here, right?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Huh, a door in a mountainside leading into what, a dungeoon ? Like in the stories ? Full of monsters and tresures and stuff and heroes go in there and slay the monsters and take the treasures ? \"\n\nVarek frowns and continues \" Hm. Or maybe, the heroes are those who go inside a dungeon and actually get out alive again. The others are just... uh, dead. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer shakes his head ruefully. \"I don't know what will be behind thiz door; only that it iz to us to open it.\" He nods to Mia. \"Yes, let us try the light.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " With a nod, Mia raises the mirror into the air and allows the sun to hit the polished surface. A small beam of reflected light appears on the wall in the back of the room, a little below the eye. Mia tilts the mirror a few times in order to get the light to shine onto the coin in the wall, and after a minute of careful tilting, the beam of light shines perfectly on the eye. Upon touching the eye, the light seems to be sucked in completely, as no light is reflected. However a few seconds later, the eye begins to glow slightly. As more time passes, the eye absorbs more and more light, and glows more and more, until it begins releasing short beams of light in random directions. The beams last not more than a second or so, before they fade, and nothing happens with whatever they hit. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nGrinning, Bronsk leaps to his feet.\n \"Great! We must be getting closer to an answer now! Perhaps the eye will see if the nectar is added while it shines?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sits down on the floor to watch." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps. One of you should try to do that. I'll hold the mirror here to keep the light shining on the eye.\" Mia mutters. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe lean young nord nods and retireves the cup from the table. Dabbing the bottom once more with his finger, he touches the surface of the coin." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek just watches fascinated.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As soon as the drop of nectar touches the eye, a chill spreads out from the coin. For a second, the coin looks like an angry eye, before six blue rays of cold energy springs out from the eye, each ray aimed at a different individual. The ray hits Mia, Varek and Tyrgen, but miss Bronsk, Lisaa and Karl. Those struck by the ray feel their entire body chilled down by the strange ray. The blow makes Mia's hand falter, and the light flickers away from the eye, stopping the barrage of rays. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nimbly avoids the ray. \"Whoa, what was that ? Are you hurt ?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe healer starts as the coin flares and manages to dodge out of the way of the blue ray meant for himself.\n \"Iz everyone okay? I'm sorry!\" \nHe has an apologetic expression on his face as he goes from person to person." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yeah, I'm okay.\" Tyrgen answers while rubbing his left shoulder. \n \"I'm okay too.\" Mia answers, breathing on her left arm to warm it up. \"Just a bit cold.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks at the coin wryly. I don't think that was the right thing to do. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek simply stands there as he gets struck squarely in the chest by the ray.\n\n\" Brr..... i've heard about cold stares before but that was ... different. \"\n\nRubbing himself to warm up again,Varek thinks for a moment.\n\n\" Er.. maybe we kinda need another kind of light then ? Moonlight maybe ? I mean, would make sense. Kinda. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk sighs and sits down on the wooden floor, staring at the coin.\n \"Didn't think it would be dangerous,\" he mutters into his mustache.\n \"I wonder why that was wrong? Night falls, and the eye closes, but truth in the right hand and strength in the left are to let it see the light, yes?\" \nHe leans back.\n \"Well Karl is right, maybe; the pieces may lie elsewhere?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps but... it was only the truth that was shining on the eye. Not the strength... and even then, why go through all the trouble to make a riddle poem, and then let it end up as a trap only?\" Mia asks out loud. \"I think we're onto something. We just made a mistake.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I agree with Mia. If my original idea was right, that you had to do it somewhere else, then nothing would have happened at all. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Yeah but then moonlight won't work either. So maybe we have to find a way to make the sword glow or something ? Maybe you ..er... have to wield it or something ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"No, we should try it again here. Moonlight might work.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk frowns.\n \"I think Varek is right, maybe.\" he stands up and paces to the table, picking up the sword in his left hand. He bites his lip as he looks at the mirror, all too aware of Vakri's gaze." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nothing special happens when Bronsk picks up the sword. It doesn't even get covered in cold energy, like it did when the rabbit thief wielded it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk frowns and swishes the sword from side to side in an amateurish fashion.\n \"No light, yet the rabbit thief made it glow blue last night.\" Bronsk turns his brown eyes skyward. \"But last night was a full moon, yes? Maybe it iz under moonlight that the blade works?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek frowns a bit \" Uh... since when do rabbits wield swords ? Am i missing something here ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl chuckles. We chased a woman who nicked all the relics, and then when she tried to use their magic on us she turned into a... oh, damnation! \nHe turns to the others. We've forgotten her! She's still in our room! " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer blanches.\n \"Hyu didn't bring her?! This could be very bad...Tyrgen!\" Bronsk turns to the tall spearman beseechingly. \"Do hyu think you could go back and fetch her? It would be very bad if she got loose.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"What, you left her there alone ? We must hurry back and fetch her !\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Don't worry.\" Tyrgen says to reassure the others. \"I've got her.\" He pulls out the makeshift bag used to contain the rabbit. \"Or at least she should be in here.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl relaxes. Phew. Sorry about that, I thought we'd forgotten her. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Oh, that's good. Thanks, Tyrgen.\" , says Lisaa. \"Maybe she knows how to make that sword glow ? Or was it truly the light of the ful moon ?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Huh, that's weired. I always thought, magical curses turn people into frogs or something similarly unpleasant. So you actually have a woman turned into a rabbit in that bag ? \"\n\nPeering curiously over at Tyrgen, he asks \" Can i have a look ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, if it is okay with Bronsk, then sure.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shrugs. \"Is all right. Just make sure she does not escape.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " With a careful nod to Bronsk, Tyrgen opens the bundle. Just as it opens, the bunny tries to leap out and flee, however Tyrgen manages to get a firm grip around the bunny and holds her up for Varek to look. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Taking a good look at the bunny, Varek comments \" Hrm.. looks like every other bunny i've ever seen before. Guess i'll just have to take your word for this being a .. cursed woman... thief. So what do you want to do with her ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk grimaces. \"We don't know. She says she iz noble-born, so if we restore her, should could make great trouble for us...But she would not survive as rabbit in the wild.\" Bronsk looks grave. \"I know this.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Does she know it ? \" Varek asks of Bronsk.\n\n\" I mean, is she just a dumb rabbit now ? Or does she know what happened to her ? \"\n\n\" And what now ? Wait for moonrise ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"She has still her human mind. Bronsk already spake with her once, but it is only possible with a spell.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods. \"But she can still hear very well with those big ears of hers. Go ahead and put her way again, Tyrgen.\" He flashes a brief smile. \"I think we should concentrate on thiz...riddle.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Hm, yes, riddle. Kinda suppose we need to make that sword glow or something. You know, strength shining the light and stuff. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk toys with the sword for a moment and, on an impulse, holds the blade into the sunlight, turning it this way and that." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The sword reflects sunlight around the room, and at one instance, the reflected ray hits the coin on the wall. When the reflected light hits the coin, beams of light begins to shine from the coin, just like when the mirror reflected light onto it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk thinks for a little while longer, and then gingerly picks up the mirror in his other hand. With a bit of careful manipulation, he tries to reflect light off the blade onto the mirror." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nothing special happens with the light reflected from the sword onto the mirror. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek watches Bronsk fiddle around with the relics, then he sudenly speaks up. \" Uh.. you know, what if we have the sides mixed up ? The poem says, the strength shines from the left hand, okay, but then it goes on the truth guides our hand from the right. Which right ? Ours or that of the eye ? \"\n\nVarek looks to see if anything special is on the right side of the room, relative to the \"eye\" like a pedestal to put the mirror on or something.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " There is nothing special designed to hold the mirror there. It has to be held up by someone. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk carefully sets down the mirror for a moment, excitement in his eyes.\n \"Hyu know...that's worth trying! And...there's something else about thiz; the light pattern; it iz different for sword and mirror when shone on the eye.\" Bronsk walks over to the other side of the room and tries shining the mirror on the eye." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl just sits at the side of the room, watching the others." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Using the glowing bead Mia made, Bronsk continues experimenting with light and the relics. Reflecting light from the mirror onto the eye through the other door gives yet another new pattern of light from the eye. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk lifts an eyebrow and smiles.\n \"Hey, maybe we are on to some thing here! Would someone please try shining light with the sword from the other door?\" \nThe young healer looks about expectantly." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods and takes the sword. She walks to the other door. \"Like this ?\" , she asks and tries to reflect the sunlight from the sword to the eye." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As the two beams of light both reach the eye on the wall, they seem to meld together. The random beams of light that were sent out before has now changed into a single thich beam of light shining straight down on the floor in the middle of the room. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nGrinning triumphantly, Bronsk steadies the mirror. \"The nectar now, I think! perhaps the cold will be focused upon the floor now.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek grins \" Sure can do ! \" and goes to fetch the cup, dipping his finger into the drop of mead nectar and doing just that.\n\n\" Gee, i sure hope this works. \" he says, just as he touches the coin.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Just like before, when the drop of nectar touches the coin, the light changes into freezing cold frost. Varek barely gets his hand away as the beam freezes the ground in the middle of the room. The ice beam flows for about ten seconds, before the eye suddenly stops shining, leaving only a sheet of ice in the middle of the room. Mia steps close to it and looks onto it. \"Hey, look. The ice has melded with the floor and made a window of sorts. There appears to be a room below here.\" She points down onto the sheet of ice, and through it, the faint outlines of a room can be seen, although the ice makes it difficult to discern any details. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nCarefully laying down the artifact, Bronsk walks over to the sheet of ice and frowns.\n \"So this iz the path...but how do we follow it?\" Tenatively, Bronsk touches a finger to the patch of ice." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl leans over, looking down. I could burn it away, and then if we got a ladder or a rope or something we could climb down. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The ice is both unnaturally smooth and extremely cold, so cold that Bronsk removes his fingers immediately from the pain caused by the intense cold. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks at the icy .. window ? . astonished. Then he says \" I dunno... i have a feeling we need to do somehting with all of the artifacts. And we didn't use the staff yet. Uhm. This thing is supposed to be some sort of .. healing staff or something as far as i remember. Any of you happen to know about that sort of thing ? \"\n\nVarek looks between the others. \" I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it ? There's 5 artifacts and we only used 4 so far. And ... yeah well.. what if this .. uh.. icy mirror is just a kind of portal or something that needs to be opened ? Bet we could hack up the floor and find no cellar below here whatsoever. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Quite possible. What we see in the ice may simply appear to be there, not actually be there. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods and stands, wincing as he straightens up his knees.\n \"Mfph. Yes, I agree. The staff, then.\" Bronsk paces over to the table and picks up the relic, admiring for a moment the smoothness of the wood. Pacing back to the ice-floor, Bronsk hesitates, and then waves the staff in the general direction of the ice, hopefully." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nothing happens. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Try touching it maybe ? \" Varek remarks.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, touch the ice with the staff.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shrugs and complies, tapping the ice once or twice with either end of the staff." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " When the sapphire tipped end of the staff touches the ice, it passes through it, causing ripples as if it was lowered into water. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n\"Huh.\" Biting his lip, Bronsk lowers the staff still further through the ice." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Right, says Karl, so we can get the staff through the ice, but we can't get through ourselves. Unless... he crouches down and puts his hand on the ice." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The staff goes down a little more until it hits something, though the ripples in the surface make it impossible to see what. When Karl touches the ice, it still feels quite cold, although now it feels more like cold wet water, than a sheet of ice, and his hand pierces the surface easily. Pushing his hand slightly further, Karl realize that the surface is not very thick, and that there is air below it. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Does anyone have a rope? he asks. I think I can get through, so I could climb down and have a look around. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf nods. \"Yes, I have a rope.\" She opens her backpack and gives Karl her 50 ft. long silk rope. \"We could tie it around something up here ... or use my grappling hook.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks around the room for something to tie the top of the rope to, something solid that won't shift with his weight." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Unfortunately, the room contains no such thing. The chairs and the table and the empty crate would move with his weight, and the fireplace is too big and solid, making it impossible to tie a rope onto it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk frowns.\n \"I can stay here and hold the rope; Iz no trouble.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, let's tie it on the grappling hook and affix it on the window frame.\" , says Lisaa." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Is this even necessary?\" Mia asks. \"Didn't you hit something solid early on under the surface?\" She says as she turns to Bronsk. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n(OOC: facepalm)\nBronsk looks confused. \"Well... yes, but we saw that there iz a room below; if it iz deep, getting back up will be hard, yes?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, you're probably right. Can't hurt to be cautious.\" She extends her hand. \"But if you're going to hold the rope, I think it is best that I hold the staff, in case the surface only remains liquid while the staff is touching it.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe shaggy-haired nord nods, and grasps the end of the rope. He concentrates, and then expands outwards with a crackle of joints and bones as he transforms into the yellow-eyed wolf. Vakri gazes at the assembled group, and then wraps the rope about his lithe waist with clawed hands." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yes, I was going to say that, says Karl, I don't want to be stuck inside the ice, water, or whatever it is. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Be careful Karl.\" Mia says as the rope is tied around Karl. However as Karl descends into the icewater, he finds that he is only knee deep before he touches something with his feet. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Hey, I'm standing on something. He reaches down and feels around his feet." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The thing he is standing on feels like very smooth stone. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek just watches curiously. He was about to offer helping hold the rope but Bronsk, or rather Vakri, appears to be more then capable of holding Karl's weight just fine.\n\n\" He, did you find anything ? \" he asks after Karl groped around a bit.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " It feels like I'm standing on stone, the mage replies. I can see straight through, but I can't get any lower. He starts to shuffle about. I'll see if I can find a hole or something. \n\n(Is the solid place by any chance parallel to the place to which the end of the staff reaches?)" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": "(Yes)\n\n As Karl moves around a little, he suddenly finds an edge and almost slips down the side, though just at the last second he manages to get his balance back. Following the edge with his foot, he realize that he seems to be standing on a rectangular platform of sorts. Its width is about 1/4th of the ice mirror, and its length is about 3/4th of the ice mirror. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Seems like I'm on a ledge of sorts. He turns to Mia. Can you lower the staff a bit? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Okay.\" She begins to lower it further down, however she has to go down on her knees and grip the end of the staff to hit something. \"Hey, that's odd. It seems to be deeper here.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe wolf adjusts his grip on the rope.\n \"A staircase.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Do you won't to go through completely ? I will follow you.\" , says Lisaa." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Uh, is this a good idea ? We don't know where this is going to lead us to. \" Varek asks with a frown.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, I trust that it won't be a deathtrap down there. And we can keep the entrance open with the staff.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri nods, but retains his grip on the rope." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Okay then. Want us to come with you ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, I can stay up here and keep the door open if you want to explore.\" Mia says. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow-eyed hybrid sniffs the air, and sets the rope on the ground.\nWith a final enigmatic stare at Mia, he leaps down to where Karl is standing, and finally ducks his long neck below the level of the ice, looking around." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Beneath the ice, Vakri can see a set of spiral stairs leading down towards a star shaped platform floating apparently in midair. However Vakri quickly realize that it is water, in fact everything around him seems to be water. Yet he doesn't choke. Looking at his own features, he realize that the ice has formed a bubble of sorts around him, protecting him from choking in the water. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nBlinking slowly in the otherwordly blue light, Varki paces slowly down the spiral staircase, pausing at the first bend to wait for the others to follow. He sleek gray coat appears to almost float in the watery atmosphere." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl follows nervously. Please keep the staff in the ice, he says to Mia before he goes down." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods. \"Don't worry, I'll stay here.\" She replies before Karl descends beneath the ice. Tyrgen chooses to follow, and he too begins to walk down into the ice...\n\nWhen they eventually arrives at the platform itself, they see that there are pedestals on each tip and indent of the star, as well as a pedestal standing in the middle of the star. Upon the pedestal in the middle is a bowl filled with 10 round aquamarine gems, and at the pedestal itself there is an inscription. \n \"To open the path further, you must first solve this puzzle. In the middle of this room there are ten gems. One gem must be placed on each pedestal, but you are only allowed to carry one gem at the time, and each gem must jump two pedestals before you are allowed to collect a new gem.\n\nShould you ever wish to begin the puzzle anew, pick up the bowl containing the remaining gems. The gems on the pedestals will then return to the bowl to be placed anew, but beware. The gems do not like being moved haphazardly and will cause pain to the one who removed it from the cup without purpose.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa also jumps down on the platform and walks down to the strange platform. \"Another riddle ? Jumping gems this time ... how do they jump ?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks at the strange pool of ice uncertainly, but when the others all take a heart and enter, he quickly follows.\n\n\" Hey, wait up ! \"\n\nArriving at the bottom of the stairs and taking in his surroundings with awe he remarks \" Ohh..... looks like that Ami woman sure liked water a lot. \"\n\nVarek goes on to make some swimming motions experimentally tosee if he can move around that way.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nWith his spirit eyes, Vakri watches the water around the platform. Although what he sees is anyone's guess. Finally, he regards the inscription and the stones, seeking understanding." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks around, taking in the setup and tries to make sense of it.\n\n\" So how is that supposed to work ? We take a stone and place it wherever and then we try to fill the other joints by.. skipping a place ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow-eyed hybrid watches the bowl of stones intently.\n \"Two pedestals,\" he corrects, quietly. \"Patterns...There is a pattern to be grasped here.\" His eyes shift focus, and he sketches desgins absently in the air with a clawed hand." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Patterns, eh ? You mean ... er.. yeah. If you.. no, that doesnt work. Hrm, the stones block one another.... what if.. naa... uhm.... \"\n\nVarek frowns as he concentrates on the riddle, counting stuff on his fingers and generally being occupied by trying to think through it.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe wolf-creature studies the pedestals for a time longer, and then announces.\n \"A solution; when a stone is placed, it impedes the placement of its fellows. When one stone is placed, the others must arrange themselves to match it. Therefore, starting with one stone, the next stone may only be placed in one way.\" Striding forward through the strange aquatic vault, Vakri reaches a clawed hand forward and takes an aquamarine. The werewolf gives a brief shiver as the cold gem sits in his hand, but then it walks across the dias to one of the pedestals, the click of claws on stone strangely muffled in the water. After depositing the stone, Varki closes his yellow eyes and concentrates.\n\nIn a flash of blue-green light, the stone shifts clockwise, having skipped two pedestals. Vakri looks at his companions.\n \"You see?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his head sheepishly. No, sorry. I don't get it. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri blinks, slowly, and then tries again.\n \"Like a snowflake; when the center is formed, it may follow only one pattern.\" \nHe picks up another aquamarine and places it on the other side of the first one.\nVakri concentrates once more, and then the stone teleports with another flash of light to the pedestal where the first stone had been placed.\n \"It is like echoes.\" \nVakri looks expectantly at the others." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek follows Bronsk/Vakris explanation, frowning.\n\n\" Yes... once you place a stone, it blocks a place you kinda need to fill in another spot. Uh.. what do you mean, they need to follow one another ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nAs near as the expression of a wolf's muzzle is readable, Vakri looks somewhat exasperated.\n \"Like echoes. The next sound follows the one before, a shadow of a shadow. The progression of a stream. See:\" \nPacing once more to the bowl, Vakri picks up another stone and places it on the pedestal almost directly across from where the second aquamarine now sits. Concentrating again, the stone appears with a flash where the second stone had first been placed.\nHe looks around again, expectantly." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks puzzled at first, but then he seems to catch on.\n\n\" Ohh... you mean, to prevent the stones from blocking each other, the next stone must go where the first one started from ? \"\n\nVarek goes and takes one of the stones himself and places it so that it is just two spaces away from where Vakri's last stone started. Then he concentrates a bit and the stone skips two places, ending up in the position Vakri placed his last stone.\n\n\" Like this ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nLooking pleased, Vakri nods. Following the pattern, he begins picking up and placing stones on the pedestals." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek watches as Vakri fills the pentagram with stones, curious as to what will happen after he places the last stone.\n\nSuddenly he blurts out \" Say, why is it that you aren't like the others ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri's ears twitch, and he turns his long graceful neck to regard Varek with curiosity.\n \"Others?\" he inquires." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises an eyebrow at Varek's question, and grins slightly. It's called multiple-personality syndrome. But I guess as a Sotonian, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek frowms again (he seems to do that a lot actually) \" Multiple personality ? Is that it ? Dunno... i always thaught, 'multiple personality' is when youre not right in the head and think you are someone else... but i thought that Vakri here is.. well, not Bronsk... just not as in 'Bronsk thinks hes Vakri too' but as in.. uh.. Vakri is.. well, Vakri and he just gets to lend Bronsk body every now and then. \"\n\nVarek pauses for a moment, sorting his thoughts, thenturns to Karl \" I mean, maybe i got this wrong but when you change, you are still you... and when i changed... well... apart from when i .... attacked them guards i was also still me.. or so i think. Uhm. So.. i was just wondering about Bronsk. And Vakri. \"\n\nLooking at Vakri again he asks \" Its just, you know, as if you are just some.... thing.. spirit ? that lives in Bronsk and... yeah.. maybe you're some kind of wolf-spirit-thingy and you just don't feel comfortable without fur and a tail and when you get to use Bronsk's body you... kinda make it more wolfy to feel more at home... 'cept that hands are just too darn useful to make do without ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri listens politely to Varek's stumbling speech, and puts down the next aquamarine on the pedestal.\n\nTurning once more to face the young tough, Vakri tilts his head to one side.\n \"We...\" he pauses, and looks at the wall of the strange well, as if for guidance\n \"it is as the mind of a butterfly. A catepillar never flies, but then the knowledge is gained with transformation. You see? The transformation will occur of its own accord, but pupation may be bypassed through guidance.\" Vakri peers at the assembled lycanthropes, to gauge their reactions.\n \"Bronsk attends to the spirits, and so I attend to him.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek blinks \" Uhm... no ? \"\n\n\" I mean, do you mean you are someone else and you just get to be... uh.. Bronsk's wolfy side ... or you are.. like... when Bronsk goes wolf then.. but then you ARE Bronsk, only he thinks he isn't ... i mean, a caterpillar turns into a butterfly ... if it doesn't get eaten by a bird first.. or stepped on.. or.. something... and then a butterfly doesn't turn back into a cateroillar.... does it ? \"\n\nVarek looks confused as he tries to make sense of Vakris words \" I mean it's just because... i mean thats not the way it works for me... or for Karl as far as i know... so you're different.... unless.... well, unless Bronsk isn't quite right in the head and thinks he's Vakri when he... changes.... like, you know, as in 'oh my god i'm a wolf, i can't be a wolf, this can't be happening so it's not me but some crazy wolf-spirit-thing thats just making me turn into a wolf' ---- sorta. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises an eyebrow at Vakri's explanation.\nHe looks at Varek. What you describe is what we who have real understanding of medicine call multiple-personality syndrome, where great stress causes you to believe you are two people. But think of this. You say that you remained yourself when you changed. But what is yourself? Yourself was a human male called Varek, from the capital of Sotonia. You are still most of those things, but you are not a human now. So are you still yourself? Or are you a different self? Would your old self kill a man? But you did. It is a well known fact that werewolves attack and kill people sometimes due to animalistic frenzy. So are we still ourselves? Or perhaps we are ourselves when we are in human form, but not in our wolf-like forms. Hence Bronsk and Vakri. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow eyes of the wolf-head stare unblinkingly at Varek, and then at Karl.\n \"You grasp the picture, but not what it represents. Bronsk is not a catepillar, but there are similarities.\" Vakri tries another tack \"Water; It may freeze or thaw or evaporate, but is it no longer water? The structure and the form are changed, and so this shape is different than the form that looks human. Bronsk handles water well, but he does not know well the structure of Ice, and he may freeze, therefore, into some form that is raw and unharmonious.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " That really doesn't help. We understand that Bronsk is better with human form, and Vakri with the wolfen form, but that doesn't answer whether you a spirit, or a... he waves his hands, thinking. Damn, there are no words for this in Sotonian. Whether you would be a production of his, um, inability to cope. Of course, that's not a question you'll be able to answer. \nHe shakes his head angrily. Sotonian vocabulary is so limited. There are just no words for complicated medical concepts. A sudden thought strikes him. Or maybe there are, but since I've never heard anyone talk about this in Sotonian, I don't know them. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri turns his graceful neck to regard Karl once more.\n \"Your ideas are strange, even for a human mind. If you must have a name for what I am, then I am a spirit. But whether you name a flood deluge or drought, the result is the same. The stars care nothing of constellations.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " My ideas seem strange because I understand the scientific truths of the world, which the primitive Sotonians, and Bronsk's people too, have no understanding of. He doesn't say this arrogantly, just as a simple statement of fact.\n And as I said, I didn't expect you to be able to answer. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri continues to look puzzled.\n \"But the question itself is meaningless. It is to call you Varek and expect you suddenly become him. What a thing is is more important than what it is called.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Exactly! He leans forward, intent. So while we have the same names, are we not different in one form and another? You have Bronsk and Vakri, and they are different, right? But if we called them the same thing, wouldn't they still be different? So we, who keep the same names all the time, perhaps we are two different things, like you and Bronsk? \nHe suddenly stops, and laughs. You know, I'm not sure this is the best time to discuss this. Shouldn't we complete this puzzle first? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri nods. \"Ice and water\" he repeats. \"They are different in form and action, but they are still the same thing. I am not the Ice; I merely tell it what shape to hold. I cannot define the shape of water.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nAnd with that, Vakri turns and places the final stone, completing the pattern." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " When the final gem is placed on the pedestal, all ten of them suddenly light up. A beam of light shoots out from the gem Vakri just placed down. It travels diagonally down and to the right, to the gem at the tip of the star there. That gem then sends out a beam up and to the left, reaching the third tip of the star, and this continues until the beams of light have drawn a pentagram. The beams of light then flare up and change into sheets of light, who then transform into white ice. On each sheet of ice surrounding the center piece of the star, a riddle is written.\n\nOn the northernmost wall, this riddle is written. \n \"Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues.\" \n On the wall to the northeast, this riddle is written. \n \"To do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice.\" \n \"On the wall to the southeast, this riddle is written.\" \n \"I hold secrets to be dispelled, and an eternity of neverending charity.\" \n On the wall to the southwest, this riddle is written. \n \"I bring ruin, I cause corruption and war is my creation. I caused the past, and I weep for the future.\" \n And finally, on the wall to the northwest, this riddle is written. \n \"I have seen it all. The forests and mountains and the sea. I am the guide who shows the soul the way home.\" \n The five werewolves can then hear a splash of sorts, and looking up, they notice Mia hanging from one of the steps floating in the water, as well as the five relics drifting slowly down towards the centre of the star. After a little bit of struggle, Mia manages to get back onto the steps on the stair and begin descending them, just as the five relics reach the centre of the star, and begin rotating in a circle around the pedestal in the centre, each relic being encased in a soft blue light. A new writing also appears on the pedestal. \n \"Place the relics into the walls of ice where they belong. Only once all five relics are where they are supposed to be, will the mirror open, and you will find what you seek in the truth it offers.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his head. Right, they sure didn't want people getting easy did they? Let's see, we've got a mirror, a sword, a coin, a cup and a staff. And we have to say which riddle each one fits. Hmmm... " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe yellow-eyed wolf creature watches the script of the riddles, and then seats himself cross-legged on the dias.\n \"Here, I have little to offer. The symbolism that humans make is opaque to me.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl taps his finger on his chin. I think I can do these... let me have a look at the coin. He walks over to it and looks at both sides to see what is inscribed on them." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The coin has the image of a drop of water emblazoned on it on one side, and the image of a snow crystal on the other side. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shakes his head in annoyance. I thought the question about two sides was the coin, but it said two places, and this is two different states, not places. He goes and checks the mirror, staff, sword and cup for any inscriptions or ornamentation." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \" The mirror and the sword have two sides. Does the other side of a sword matter?\" Vakri observes?" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " But I don't see them fitting the rest of the riddle. And it's too faces, not two sides. Probably metaphorical if it's not the coin. Anyway, I think the sword is the one about war and suffering, and writing history. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The staff is covered in runes and the gems on the sword share a three dimensional image similar to that on the coin. The cup and the mirror however, have no such symbols. The mirror still reflects Karl's werewolf self though. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks around the walls, repeating the riddles to himself.\n \n\"Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues.\"\n\"To do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice.\"\n\"I hold secrets to be dispelled, and an eternity of neverending charity.\"\n\"I bring ruin, I cause corruption and war is my creation. I caused the past, and I weep for the future.\"\n\"I have seen it all. The forests and mountains and the sea. I am the guide who shows the soul the way home.\" \nHe walks up and down, thinking.\n I'm pretty sure that the one about corruption and war is the sword, though it seems kind of too easy, and doesn't explain the weeping... the secrets to be dispelled could be the runes on the staff, but what of charity? The riddle about two faces could be the mirror, as it shows a different face to our human one. But then what about the sins and virtues thing? I would say that could represent our pure, human selves, and our bestial, cursed forms. But such a concept doesn't seem to fit with this Ami, who presumably wrote this... \nHe turns to Bronsk and Lisaa. You two know something of Ami, I know very little. What was her view of the lycanthropic condition? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hmm, I think that you are right with the sword ... corruption and war.\" , says Lisaa. \"Two faces, two places could be the mirror. Vanity is a sin. But the reflection in a mirror is perfect, and the endeavour to perfection is a virtue.\n\nForest, mountains and sea .. that could be the staff, the staff of a wanderer maybe ...\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yes, the purest of sins. Karl nods, still pacing around. I can see that...\nI suppose the staff could be the guide. But then that leaves us with the coin and the cup. What do either of them have to do with sacrifice? \nHe carries on pacing. Or are we thinking too literally? He swears softly in a foreign tongue. If only I knew more about the author, this Ami. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri sits, listening, his gray fur almost floating in the water that surrounds them all. Finally, he clambers to his clawed feet and examines the cup.\n \"What evil may a cup do?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek watches the show with amazement, then goes to read each riddle.\nHe thinks about it as the others discuss the meanings of the riddles.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Ozzy_G \n \n\"Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues.\"\n\"To do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice.\"\n\"I hold secrets to be dispelled, and an eternity of neverending charity.\"\n\"I bring ruin, I cause corruption and war is my creation. I caused the past, and I weep for the future.\"\n\"I have seen it all. The forests and mountains and the sea. I am the guide who shows the soul the way home.\" \n \n\n\" Two faces ? Isn't that what a coin is about ? You know as in 'the other side of the coin' ? And isn't the coin supposed to .. uh.. know the future or somehting ? I think i heard that about it. \"\n\nVarek pauses a moment, then goes on \" And that staff, i think its a healing staff or something. That would be charity ? Sword is war, i'm pretty sure. But.. does anybody know what that ruby is supposed to be doing ? Uhm.... what was that cup doing again.. making nectar ? Something else ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shakes his head. I already thought of that, but as I said the riddle says \"Two faces, two places\", but the coin's two faces don't have two places on, they have two states. But the cup! He walks over to the cup, and turns it upside down. Does it replenish itself? He watches it to see if the nectar keeps flowing. An eternity of never-ending charity? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, Karl. That sounds good, the cup is charity. The sword is corruption. When the mirror is two faces, two places and the staff is the forest, mountains and sea, then the coin must be the virtue of sacrifice ...\" , says Lisaa.\n\n \"Hmm, to do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice. Money can be used for good and for evil. Donating money for a good cause could be the virtue of sacrifice. But to die alone ?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek shrugs \" Maybe it's because you can't take your stuff with you when you die ? What's the point of having lots of gold if you can't take it with you ? Or maybe, once the owner is dead, the gold is orpahned ? Dunno really. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. I can't say I'm entirely with these ideas, we're fitting too much around what we want to fit. But I can't see any other answer. Shall we put them on in the way you suggest then Lisaa? Is everyone fine with that? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Fine by me, sure. \" Varek replies.\n\n\" I mean, we're going to find out if this works or not. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri nods his head in assent, but what he thinks about the matter is hard to read." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods. \"Yes, let's try this combination.\" , she says and puts the staff at its supposedly correct place into the wall of ice." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As soon as a relic touch a wall of ice, it melds into the frozen water and remains static until a relic has been placed into all five walls. As soon as all walls contain one relic, the walls begin to glow. Shortly afterwards, five beams of light shoot out from the walls into the centre of the room. The beams merge into two orbs of ice, both of which shoot up through the water towards Mia. The priestess, who is still climbing down the last few steps of the stair, barely manages to put up her arms to shield herself before the orbs hit her straight on. She screams in pain as the cold courses through her body, causing her to collapse down on her knees while her entire frame shivers from the cold. The five relics then fall out of the ice walls and float back into the centre of the room. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe yellow eyes of the hybrid dim to brown for a moment\n \"Mia!\" he cries, and vaults up the stairs to where the priestess kneels.\nShe finds herself locked in a strange furry embrace as the werewolf clasps her to its chest." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia is cold to the touch. The twin coloured hair on her head is frozen completely solid, and the skin on her fingers have turned blue from the cold. She is alive though. She is breathing and her entire body is shivering violently. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStill grasping the priestess to his chest, Bronsk vaults up the spiraling steps until he can bring her above the level of the water. With a crackle of joints and bone, Bronsk shifts back into human form and, mindless of his nudity, retrieves a few healing supplies from his oddly-bulky belt, as well as a spare shirt or two, which he then drapes around Mia's shoulders as he tries to figure out what to do next\n Heal Check - (1d20+11)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Several thoughts race through Bronsk's head as he tries to figure out the best way to heal Mia. However the thoughts seem to race away from him and he can't figure out anything until he suddenly realize that getting her warm is about the only thing that he should focus on now. Placing her near a fire, as well as wrapping warm clothes around her would be a good idea. He also realizes that he should thaw her hair as quickly as possible to avoid as much damage as possible. He should also... but he doesn't get the time to figure out anything else as Mia murmurs some strange words before the blue colour in her fingers fade slightly, and heat begins to return to her body. It's not much. Her body is still very cold, her hair is still frozen and her fingers are still blue. But it's enough for her to openher eyes slightly and look towards... \"Bronsk?\" She says weakly. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Get her down here, yells Karl, running up the steps and taking off his coat. We need to cover her in blankets. Does anyone have a torch or something? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shakes his head, helplessly.\n \"Can hyu not make fire as you did in the sewer?\" he asks, a look of desperation on his face as he packs his spare clothing and shirts around her\n \"There is a fireplace here, on the first floor...I will take her there.\" \nBronsk reverts to hybrid form and lifts Mia gingerly, hoping to warm her a little in the meantime with his own furry body, placing a paw at the base of her scalp to keep her head warm." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek can't do aynthing but watch in shock as Mia is hit by the orbs of cold. Then he rushes after the others.\n\n\" Is.. there anything i can do ? Oh okay, i'll like, try to start a fire or something. \"\n\nSo Varek heads for the fireplace and looks around for something to start a fire with.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Running back up, Karl chants, and a jet of fire shoots out of his hands and into the fireplace. The logs burst into flames." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek blinks as Karl just wills the fireplace aflame.\n\n\" Ookay.... i'll... just wait here.. then. \"\n\nSo he just stands there, looking a bit puzzled for the moment.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe hybrid dips its furry muzzle in acknowledgment as Karl lights the fire, and then carefully sits Mia down close to the blaze. With a few quick steps, the werewolf takes a seat behind her as it embraces her from behind, a warm, living fur coat." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The dry logs immediately cause the temperature in the room to increase. The heat from the crackling fire dancing on the logs, along with the warmth of Vakri's body, quickly restores life into Mia's body. Only a few minutes later, the numb blue colour has disappeared from her fingers, and the ice on her hair melts, causing the colouring of her hair to float out and mix, making her haircolour a strange hue of purple, with bluish and reddish dots all over her hair. Mia doesn't let that bother herself, and as soon as she is warm enough, she turns her head away from the flame and towards the others gathered around her. \"Thank you everyone.\" She says as she gently tries to get on her feet, a task she has to abandon as it still hurts when she moves to quickly. \"What... happened down there?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " We got the order of the artefacts wrong, replies Karl." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nStill hugging the priestess, Bronsk bows his furry muzzle in shame, but remains silent for the time being." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"The order of the artefacts wrong?\" For a second, Mia looks curiously at Karl before she suddenly jumps to her feet, a feat that causes her to stumble and grit her teeth because of the pain. However, even though she is hurting, she still manages to speak out. \"The artefacts. Where are they? And where's Lisaa and Tyrgen?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nAs Mia pulls away, the werewolf seems to relax a little. When next he meets your gaze, the eyes are once more yellow and scrutinizing.\n \"They are still down below. There is another riddle, one to do with the function of the artifacts.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I see.\" Mia takes a few steps forward, towards the pool of ice in the middle of the room. She seems to be in less pain now, though it is obvious that her head still hurts, as her steps are clumsy. \"Then we'll just have to go down there and solve them. Come on.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \"No.\" The word is simple and definite in its finality.\n \"You have been weakened by the blast. You must rest here for a while longer. Warm yourself and regain your composure. Then, you may help.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Excuse me?\" Mia turns towards Vakri. \"Who gave you the authority to order me to stop working?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nInsofar as a wolf's expression can be read, the hybrid looks puzzled.\n \"Authority?\" it asks. It looks to the side, as if seeking an answer from the wooden floor.\nApparently finding none, Vakri returns his yellow-eyed gaze to Mia\n \"Why would there be authority? Bronsk, with his medical eye, tells me that another blast could freeze you solid, and it is certain we will guess wrong once more. We do not want you to die.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa and Tyrgen stayed down in the chamber and argue about the function of the artefacts and what went wrong.\n\n \"Karl was right, we were to hasty with the riddle ...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"No, but there has to be a reason as to why the orbs targetted me. I was far away, I did nothing with the relics, and I was the last one to enter the realm. Frankly, to me that suggests that there is another reason for why they targetted me. And that means it may very well be something with me that attracted them. So if you guess wrong again, it doesn't matter where I am. They'll hit me once more. And if I'm wrong, and both orbs hit me at random... well, then it could harm any of you too. And as one of Lady Iris' chosen soldiers, I can't let you face this danger alone.\" Mia's voice is determined, and she barely shows any sign of hurting. It's obvious that she is trying hard to suppress her pain. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri shakes his head\n \"Humans make so little sense. If one of the pack is injured, it hangs back. It allows itself to heal so that it may relieve its comrades who may be wounded later. Bravado is meaningless to the pack.\" \nIt pauses.\n \"Unless...you are making a challenge?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"This isn't bravado. And I'm not even...\" Mia sighs. \"How to explain it so you understand... okay, let me put it like this. I'm not a part of your pack. I come from a different pack, and my packleader has given me a task, a task I'm supposed to do, even at the cost of my own life. Besides, I may not be physically strong, but I have good insight into how magic works. Should the trap activate again, I will be able to prevent the magic from harming any of us. It is for the better for all of us that I come with you.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nThe seconds stretch long as Vakri stares. Finally, he speaks.\n \"I do not understand, but Bronsk tells me that he does. Very well. Let us go.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia sighs relieved and smiles, before she descends down through the icy membrane into the wet world below, where the relics are still circling patiently. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his head nervously. Damn, I thought that the beam just shot up and you were in the way. I didn't think of it targetting anyone... anyway, I guess we need to go back to the riddles and think about them again. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, let's hope that your assumption is correct.\" Mia says while looking at Karl. \"Getting hit by those beams were painful. It felt... the first orb was cold and hard, but the second... it felt like... almost as if several sharp objects tore through my body.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Uhm. \" Varek remarks \" What if them orbs only struck you because you are not... you know.... werewolf ? Just saying..... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Hmm... wait, what?\" Mia looks at Varek. \"Are you... telling me that Karl, Lisaa and Tyrgen are werewolves too?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Who, us? Karl laughs. Don't be ridiculous. What would be the chances of that? I mean, one werewolf meeting another is unusual, but to randomly meet four werewolves? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri says nothing, but begins once more to contemplate the riddles in the walls." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maryring \n \"Hmm... wait, what?\" Mia looks at Varek. \"Are you... telling me that Karl, Lisaa and Tyrgen are werewolves too?\" \n \n\n\" Uhm... no ? I mean.. hey, that can't be the reason anyway. Remember the coin ? When it shot out the cold rays or what that was ? They went for all of us. Yeah, guess them balls were just totally random and you just... got unlucky. \"\n\nVarek just crosses his fingers.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well... if you say so.\" Mia answers before she begins to contemplate the riddles herself. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks at the riddles again, and reads them out. \n\"Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues.\"\n\"To do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice.\"\n\"I hold secrets to be dispelled, and an eternity of neverending charity.\"\n\"I bring ruin, I cause corruption and war is my creation. I caused the past, and I weep for the future.\"\n\"I have seen it all. The forests and mountains and the sea. I am the guide who shows the soul the way home.\" \nHe turns to the others. Well, we got something wrong the first time, but we may have got up to three correct. We'll need to be more careful this time certainly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakir \nThat bit of awkwardness aside, the hybrid takes once more its seat on the floor.\n \"Hm. Does a sword cause wars, or do wars cause swords? The sword, I think goes to this riddle.\" Vakri points with a clawed finger to the wall with the fourth riddle.\n \"The staff is a guide. The last riddle.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl looks unconvinced. That seems to make sense, but then that's what we thought last time. We may have gotten those right and the others wrong, but still... " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \"It is known that the coin or the mirror must be the first riddle, true? These are the only things that have two faces. But Only a mirror can show two places, yes?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"That sounds right. The sword, the cup, and the staff were in the right position, we just mixed up the coin and the mirror. Uh, I believe. Or do you have doubts about the other three items ?\" , says the elf." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \"We must try, then.\" \nWith a slinking motion, Vakri inches a little closer to Mia." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Hmm... perhaps...\" Mia says as the relics are put into place. She glances shortly towards Vakri, before she brings up her hands, readying a spell. Like the last time, the walls meld into a cascade of blue light, before beams shoot out from the wall and change into a thorny rose of ice. The rose floats in midair for a few seconds, before it shoots towards Karl at high speed. However, Mia quickly casts a spell at the rose, and it blinks out of existance completely. \"That was close...\" Mia says, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek blinks \" Whew... close... heh, see ? Totally random. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl sighs. We have to think about this properly, not just put them as we like. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek pipes up \" Or rather, we have to do it like the person who set up that riddle liked it. So... what do we know about that Ami person ? Come on, let's see what we can think of. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shrugs. I don't know anything at all about Ami really. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri shrugs \"Bronsk knows only what the spirits have told him.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well, that is something I might be able to help with.\" Mia answers. \"Before I left Sapphire Port, I spent some time looking for information on Michelle Ami and her group, and though it was lacking, I think I can recall some important information.\" She glances towards the Vakri/Bronsk hybrid. \"Ami was a very just person. She believed in justice and in doing the right thing. She might have been a warrior first and foremost, but I seem to recall that she was also described as a person skilled at weeding out corruption... whatever that means. The passage was rather unclear and poorly written. Let me see... oh yeah. She was also a follower of both the goddess of justice Aimee, and Lady Iris. I think there was more but... I can't recall it at this time.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \"The coin may be corruption, then. She was not a pacifist...so the sword may have two sides in her mind.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek ponders \" Uhm maybe that's like about how you can use a sword to hurt people or to not hurt people ? You know, you can hit them with it or just threaten to do so, so that they don't start anything and nobody gets hurt at all ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"That is probable. It would fit with what I remember about her at least. I think it's worth a try.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues. \nKarl frowns. That doesn't seem to fit though. Why is a sword two places? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek scratches his head \" Maybe it's both heaven and hell because it's just a sword and it depends on how it gets used ? I mean, you can use this to hurt people and make their lives hell or you protect yourself. And others. And then... well... dunno. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yeah, but you have to remember that the sword doesn't necessarily have to be there. All five have to fit, so if the sword doesn't fit there... you'll simply have it trade location with something that does fit better in there.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I think we're trying to fit things where we want them again, says Karl, sitting down." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek shrugs and gives a frustrated sigh \" I dunno.. i'm out of ideas. Just can't make head or tails of those riddles. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, we don't know enough enough about Amy. I wish that the old man from the museum was here.\" Lisaa also sits on the ground while pondering about the riddle." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nStill sitting, Vakri turns his head to one side. Finally, it speaks.\n \"Bronsk tells me that there's an old tradition where coins are placed on the eyes of the dead to pay for passage to the next world. A 'guide for the soul.' If that is so, then the water and snow on the coin has certainly seen every place on earth with the rain and the blizzards. Perhaps the Coin is this last riddle.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl jumps to his feet, evidently encouraged again. Yes, that's true!\nLet me think. He starts pacing around again, speaking out the words once more.\n\"Two faces, two places. I am heaven and hell. The purest of sins, the deepest of virtues.\"\n\"To do good, to do evil. I die alone as I make the virtue of sacrifice.\"\n\"I hold secrets to be dispelled, and an eternity of neverending charity.\"\n\"I bring ruin, I cause corruption and war is my creation. I caused the past, and I weep for the future.\"\n\"I have seen it all. The forests and mountains and the sea. I am the guide who shows the soul the way home.\"\nSo, if the coin is the guide, the last bit, and then let's keep the sword as the bit about ruin and war, as that makes most sense. So then we have the staff, the cup and the mirror. The mirror could be the one about two faces and two places, the staff perhaps has secrets to be dispelled, as staffs are associated with magic. He stops. But that's no good, because of this one about sacrifice. I don't see how that fits with anything, except maybe the sword. But if that's the sword, then what else is the one about ruin and war? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri watches the flow of water in the strange otherworldly well.\n \"The cup may fit. Even after all these years, a bead of nectar remained at the bottom. And a cup does nothing but give of its contents...perhaps. It may be worth trying.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Hrm.. from what i remember, the staff is said to have healing powers or something. Maybe that fits with the sacrifice thing ? But then again.... \"\n\nVarek scratches his head, confused.\n\n\" Just never was any good figuring peeps out. I can guess that might be it. Let's give it a try ? Otherwise.... uh... how many possibilities are there ? Uhm... \"\n\nVarek starts to mumble and count on his fingers.\n\n\" Uhm... oh.. a lot.... okay, even if we can eliminate some... uhm. Look, it's not that far to the town. Maybe we could, like, pay a a visit to that museum and find out a bit more about that Ami woman ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \n \"Worth a try, yes.\" \nVakri stands and collects the artifacts placing them in each wall.\n \n Spoiler \n\nTwo Faces = Mirror\nSecrets to be Dispelled = Staff\nI Bring Ruin = Sword\nSeen it All = Coin\nTo do good, to do evil = Cup\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " For the third time, blue light cascades from the walls. They pour together at the center of the room. The relics fall out and hover in place as the light slowly takes the shape of a crown. The crown seems to be made of real gold, and is inlaid with several different gems. There seems to be nothing extraordinary about it, other than that it floats in midair in between all the relics. Mia who was ready to dispel the effect in case it was a trap, seems to lower her guard. \"A crown?\" She asks no one in particular. \"All this for a crown?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl crows with exaltation, and shouts something a foreign tongue.\n(If any of you understand Nephrinian:)\n \n Spoiler \n By the Eternal Queen! We did it! We beat the hell-damned riddle! \n \n\nThen he stalks forward, hunching down and peering at the crown. He slowly reaches out with a single finger, and pokes it." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Vakri \nVakri's eyes darken to a blue color, and then the familiar voice of Bronsk rings in the well\n \"Woo-hoo!\" \nThe sight of a werewolf doing a little victory dance seems incongruous in this place of magic. But there you are." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa jumps up from the ground and moves to the nearest wall. \"We did it, yes. A crown. Be careful with it, Karl.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek grins relieved \" Yeah, wouldn't do to break it after all the trouble we went through to get it. Wonder what it does though. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl stands up, and shrugs. Well, it seems real. I haven't been frozen or anything, I guess this is the answer. But what do we do with it? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Wear it?\" Mia says with a shrug. \"I'm not sure though... something is wrong. Why go through all this trouble to hide a crown? And why does it contain jewels in colours other than blue? I might be wrong but... I don't know. Perhaps I was just expecting something... something a bit more flashy.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, says Karl gesturing at the crown, obviously it's magic, and they didn't want it's power to fall into the wrong hands. \nHe steps back, and starts to mutter and gesture with his hands. Once he's finished he concentrates on the crown and the relics on the other side of it.\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Detect Magic\n " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek watches Karl do his thing. He looks thoughtful, but then he seems to just shrug it off, mumbling \" ... maybe she was a good king... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl utters a curse in his own tongue. The crown gives off both illusion and transmutation magic. Now, it could be that it's a magic item that gives access to some magical effect that uses those forms of magic, but it could also be a trick of some sort, a shapechanged illusion to make people think they'd found some great treasure. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks at Karl surprised \" Really ? You mean, this isn't the real thing ? He.. you know.. maybe that Ami woman thought that people would arrange the relics in a certain order if they had a certain outlook on life. And those whos attitude she didn't like were supposed to get theirs via false treasure ? I mean, if she was big about weeding out corruption, maybe it's a trap for those she would deem bad people ? But then we had them relics placed wrong... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Yes, that would make sense. This could be a trap for anyone who might be looking for treasure. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe hybrid nods\n \"I see! It iz like how you assign the relics says who hyu are! And Ami then tells hyu what hyu are!\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek ponders a bit. \" So... i'm wondering... what if the coin is actually corruption ? I mean, maybe i'm just a bit biased here but when people do really bad things it's usually for money. I mean, don't get me wrong, i've done quite a few bad things in my life too. But then it was about staying alive. Not just, you know, getting some stuff i could as well do without. And the sword could be sacrifice. 'cause, if you pick up the sword and fight on behalf of those who can't fight for themselves... i mean, you practically put your life on the line for others. That's a sacrifice, don't you think ? \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes of course! Why didn't I think of that.\" Mia bursts out. \"And I think you might be onto something Varek. Ami seems to have gotten a lot of inspiration from the church of Iris. And that would mean that the sword can fit to the riddle of sacrifice, and the coin could be corruption. Still, that leaves three relics for us to place.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"That's good Varek. But the mirror still makes sense as 'two faces, two places' - and the cup as 'charity' - and the staff as 'guide'. But all of them could have less obviuos meaning for Amy and the Nijizuishou.\" , says Lisaa.\n\n \"Still, we can't be sure now if the crown is really a trap or deception.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"No... we can't. Unless...\" Mia snaps her fingers. \"Of course. I could try to dispel the magic in it. If it is a trap, the dispelling should disarm the trap, and if it isn't, the magic will only leave the item temporarily. What do you say? Should I try it?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, that sounds safe.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Okay. Clear away from it then.\" Mia puts her hands together and chants a short charm, before sending a wave of dispelling magic into the crown. The crown flashes, and the illusion surrounding the crown melts away, revealing it to be made entirely of ice. The crown then bursts into harmless snow. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well then, says Karl, rolling up the sleeves of his robe. We'll put the coin as corruption, the sword as sacrifice, the staff as the guide, the cup as charity, and the mirror as the two faces. Is that okay by everyone? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Nodding, Varek says \" Sounds about right to me. Maybe the staff is like a walking stick and if you travel a lot, the staff gets to see places too. And if its a family heirloom, it could see many lifetimes worth of travel too. Let's give it a try. Huh, a crown made of ice. Guess she could be pretty cold to people she didn't like.... get it ? Ice ? Cold ? Hehe... uhm. I'll shut up now. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe hybrid nods its approval. Noneless, it looks pensively at the walls." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nThe elf nods. \"Alright, let's try this combination.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods, and gingerly moves the relics around to the agreed-on combination. As soon as the last one's in place, he jumps back." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " As the final relic reaches its position, the walls once more begin to glow blue. But this time, the beams of light do not flow out from the walls. Instead, the light seems to cascade down the walls alone, and eventually reveal that the walls have all vanished. Where the walls stood, five statues have now taken their place. Each statue is made of ice, water and snow.\n\nThe first statue is that of a beautiful female. She is wearing a cloak of water that cascades into a river at her feet. In her left hand she is holding the mirror, and in the right hand, she is holding a scroll. Her face looks calm and collected, and she emits an aura of confidence, purity and authority.\n\nThe second statue is that of another female. She looks rugged and firm, but with a face that shines with the confidence and kindness found in a Paladin. She is wearing a breastplate of ice and is wielding the sword in her right hand. She too strides forward, sword in hand.\n\nThe third statue is that of a younger female. She has long flowing hair, and a short dress made of snow. She seems young, energetic and hopeful. She is holding the cup with both hands, and a steady stream of water pours out of it as she too walks towards the centre.\n\nThe fourth statue is more sinister. His has a pair of bat wings growing from his back, a pointed tail and a pair of horns on his forehead and holds the coin as a third eye on his forehead. He wears no clothes and appears to be physically strong. His steps are filled with power and pride.\n\nThe fifth statue is that of an old man. He has a long white beard of snow, and wears a cloak of ice. He wields the staff firmly in his left hand. He doesn't walk, but hovers towards the centre of the room.\n\nAs the statue reach the centre of the room, each hold his or her relic out above the pedestal. Light shines out as the five relics create a portal in the centre of the room, leading deeper into this watery realm. Once the portal is finished, the five statues melt away, leaving only the relics behind. Before any of you can react however, the relics float up and through the portal, vanishing through the surface into the area beyond. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, says Karl after a shocked pause, I'm guessing that was the right combination. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa watches the statues fascinated and a bit frightened. After they melted away and the relics are sucked though the new portal, she turns to the others. \"I guess you guess right, Karl. And here is a new portal. Shall we go ?\" The elf seems very excited and eager to go." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " I guess so, says Karl slowly. But where does it go? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk bobs his head.\n \"I am sure we are making forward!\" He glances from side to side, sheepishly.\n \"But...I want to face whatever is next in as a man...if hyu would wait?\" \nHe vaults up the spiraling staircase and then returns a minute or two later, beaming as his shaggy brown hair floats etherially about his head in the strange well." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" So the coin was corruption after all.. \" Varek mumbles to himself as he watches the show with awe. Still, he can't help but wonder \" So if the women are Ami and... compatriots ? Then whats with the winged guy ? And the old man ? And yeah, let's definitly go there. I mean, really, we've gone so far, why quit now ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Yes, I think they were Ami and her companions. Anyway, let's go. He pauses. Um... I'll protect the rear. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps. Still... I suppose I should go first then.\" Without giving anyone a chance to object, she enters the portal. The rest of you follow her through it, and find yourself in a very different location. Unlike the previous location, there is air around your body, and you are standing on a marbled archway. The archway seems to float in a large blue lake, with seemingly no end. Gazing in the horison, it is difficult to discern where the blue lake becomes blue sky. Fountains float beside the archway, all the way to a pair of stairs in the end. The stairs lead up to an island of white stone, floating in midair. On top of the island, the relics are floating in a circle around another statue. This statue is of a humanoid female with her eyes closed. She is just like a human female in almost all ways, except that she has a true third eye on her forehead. She is unclothed, but a long wide bluish ribbon still covers most of her skin. The ribbon, and statue, float gently in midair. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Okay, says Karl slowly, this is extremely weird. I guess we walkover to that island, then? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe Miklagaardian healer gapes at the scenery all around as he follows Karl.\n \" Jyupkol! Amazing!\"\n\n Vakri, what kind of world is this? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek gives Karl a sideways glance \" .. the winged guy too ? You sure ? Looks like a bad guy to me.... \"\n\nLooking around, he takes in these new, strange surroundings. But with all the weirdness he had to cope with within just the last hour alone, he seems to become slightly jaded towards encountering strange magics.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisa stares at the new location in wonder. \"Don't judge a book by its cover ... even though he did hold the coin of corruption\" , she says to Lycar.\n\n \"Come on. Let's go to that island.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek ponders Lisaa's words for a moment.\n\n\" Can a bad guy be corrupted into doing good ? I mean, if it works one way, why not the other ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods at Varek's point, as they walk across the road. You could pay a selfish mercenary to do something good. But it's more likely that he was a tiefling or something, judging from his appearance, trying to do good, but constantly corrupted by his evil heritage. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia seems to be completely enamoured with the beautiful surroundings and doesn't say a word, but instead follows silently towards the floating island, taking in the sights. Upon arrival on the floating island, the statue seems to awaken. Her eyes open and a gentle smile spreads across her face. \"Welcome.\" She calls out with a voice resembling a heavenly choir. \"You have done well to come so far. Now I will answer your questions. Each of you may ask me one question.\" \n \n Spoiler \nEveryone with ranks in spellcraft, knowledge: Arcane or knowledge: Religion can make a check. In addition, Bronsk may make a knowledge: Nature check (spirits), and Lisaa can make a knowledge: Local check (elven lore). You need at least one rank to get anything useful from these checks though.\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nMarking the statue's words, Bronsk furrows his brow in thought. It was a familiar situation, and the question of what to ask was something he'd devoted some time to.\n \"Where can we learn more about the people represented by the statues?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The statue stares a long time at Bronsk, before she finally answers. \"That is not the question you wish to ask. The statues are not who you think they are.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl thinks carefully, and turns to Bronsk. Bronsk, where was that gate in the mountains you told me about? he asks the shaman quietly. The one that you said could only be opened by the relics, or something? " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHere is a spellcraft and Knowledge (Arcana) check. If I can only use one, count the spellcraft.\n spellcraft - (d20+8)[ 22 ] \n knowledge arcana - (d20+7)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Er, it was near Sapphire Port. But it iz not these relics that will open the door...\" he shakes his head. \"No, it iz the keys left by Ami and her friends. I think we are close to Ami's key now, and a great spirit has told me, that her key can help uz find the rest!\" \nHe pauses, and scratches his shaggy hair.\n \"Actually, that iz good question.\" he addresses the statue, \"Where can be found the keys of the other Ninjinzuishou?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"One is in the northern cold. One in the mountains of might. One in the deserts of scorching sand. One in the deep green forest. One in a home in the land of fields. One in the swamps of brutality. The final held in the deepest of darkness, where the darkness of death sleeps.\" She answers enigmatically. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches his chin. Right, well this is my question, mrs magical statue. What's so special about what's beyond this door that it has to have such complicated security? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"The door hides away an entire passage of history. The legacy of the werecreatures. The reason they were created, and their creator.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Well, that sounds like something worth knowing... as a scholar interested in such things, he adds hurriedly, his eyes flicking towards Mia." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods. \"I could have told hyu that. The great spirit told me thiz in a vision!\" Bronsk looks around once more at the otherworldly landscape." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The statue does not pay any attention to Bronsk and Karl discussing. Instead, she turns her focus to Tyrgen, or rather, the bag of cloth that he carries. Seemingly out of nowhere, she answers \"You may return to your true form through several means. The change into a rabbit may be dispelled by magic, or by repenting for your misuse of the relics. You may also return to your true form by gazing on the mirror when it is held by someone willing to remove the change from you.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks at Tyrgen \" Huh ? Is that that rabbit-woman-thief you told me about ? And you have been lugging her around in that sack all the time ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yeah. I figured it'd be a bad idea to leave her behind alone... and I was curious, so I came along too.\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Gleipne is the creator of werecreatures ...\" , says Lisaa suddenly, speaking her thoughts. She then adresses the statue. \"Is this ... no, how are this door, Ami and the Nijizuishou connected to all those other strange events ? Like the daughters of the queen of Nephreitos, the powers of the Vanadis of Miklagard, and all those people seeing werecreatures recently ?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " What? says Karl suddenly, what's this about Her Majesty's daughter's? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"That... can not be possible.\" The statue answers after a short silence. \"The immortal queen of Nephreitos can never give birth to a child. The curse of immortality made her sterile. To the rest... I do not know the answer. I am merely an image, and not the true embodiment of destiny, thus my knowledge is too limited. When Michelle Ami created me, the Vanadis was skilled, but not more skilled than any Vanadis before her. And the sightings of werecreatures may be accounted to the number of werecreatures increasing. I am sorry that I could not answer your question.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek just listens quietly to the exchange, frowning. This is all really going over his head. Werebeasts, princesses, weird magics.... and of course the little detail of himself being a werewolf. And knowing about it since.. oh.. 1 hour ? 2 ?\n\nTo think of a question to ask, when his turn comes up.. yes, yes there is something he would really really want to know. But.. the others... they are on a quest or something. Will they allow him to aski his question ? Or will they demand he uses his question to help them in their quest ?\n\nThey seem to be nice enough but... well.. they are total strangers after all. Back with his gang, he would have been a respected member. Here, he feels like... well, like the runt of the litter. And he certainly didn't forget Karl's threat.\n\nBut the others seem buisy enough for the moment, so he may have a few more seconds to think about it.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Tyrgen looks around at the others present. He seems a bit uneasy, but finally, he states his question. \"Well... my question may not be as grand as the others but... is my mother still alive?\" \n The statue looks at Tyrgen with a motherly smile. \"Yes... yes she is.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek listens to Tyrgens question and the answer he receives. And makes up his mind.\n\n\" I have a question myself then. What can you tell me about my parents ? All i know is that i grew up an orphan. I never knew them. But heh- they kinda have to be werewolves too, don't they ? Or at least, have been. Please, tell me all you can. \" he asks, with a pleading voice.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Your parents...\" The statue turns towards Varek and seems lost in deep thought. \"Your mother was a thief. She was orphaned at a young age and had to struggle to survive, just like you. Your father was an opportunitist, travelling across the nation, working one month here, the next month there. This lead him to eventually try his luck in the capital of Sotonia, and it was there he met your mother. How they met, I do not know, but they fell in love, and that love gave birth to you. Unfortunately, your parents could not afford a child. Despite how hard your father worked, he could not earn enough, thus your mother had to begin stealing again. She was not as quick as she used to be however, and one day she was caught... The statue looks deeply into Vareks eyes. \"I'm sorry, but I believe that you would rather keep this to yourself.\" The ribbon flowing around the body of the statue stretches out and touches Varek gently. The touch lasts only a few seconds before the ribbon returns. The statue then turns to Mia. \"Now priestess, you are the only one with a question left. What do you wish to ask me?\" \n Mia opens her mouth to speak, but she remains silent for a few more seconds before she answers. \"Can you tell me why... no.\" She sighs. \"As much as I want... I can't ask you that. Can you give me the key Michelle Ami has hidden in this realm? Or at least tell us how I can get it?\" \n The statue smiles gently at Mia. \"Do not worry priestess. I am sure that you will find the answer to your first question one day, though I do not know the answer. As for the key.\" The statue folds her hands before she opens them up, revealing the key inside. \"I have it here, but it is currently powerless. To give it the power to unlock your lock, the power hidden in these five relics has to be transfered into it. In order to transfer the power in the relics, you will have to answer a riddle. Shaman, you will have to answer the riddle of the mirror. Priestess, your riddle is the riddle of the sword. Child, you must answer the cup. Sorcerer, the coin is yours. And finally, huntress you must solve the staffs riddle. Answer wrong and the power in the relics will create a malevolent spirit which will attack you. Are you ready to try?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl has been standing, open-mouthed and shocked for several moments.\n They're not really her daughters? he mutters.\n Hearing about these riddles, he steps forward. Are we allowed to help each other with the riddles? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yes, you may help one another. But only the one who got the riddle may state the answer. If you state the answer of someone elses riddle, your own relic will interpret that as your answer, and since no riddle has the same answer, the answer would be wrong and the malevolent spirit will manifest itself.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk steps forward. \"I am ready.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek stands still for a while, as if stunned by whatever the spirit revealed to him.\n\nThen, he nods slowly, an almost timid smile on his face.\n\n\" Thank you. \"\n\nFalling silent again, he turns to watch Bronsk.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Ask the riddle then\" , says Lisaa." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Yes \", says Varek, \" Ask the riddle. \"\n\n( I just hope i can answer that riddle. How does one fight a spirit ? )\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Very well then.\" The relics spread out and begin floating above the heads of the five who are to answer the riddle.\n\nThe Mirror, floating above Bronsks, asks this. \"I am shunned by the fake, feared by the oppressor. I spread light in darkness, and knowledge where confusion is the lord. My opposite tricks and deceives. What am I?\" \n The sword, floating above Mia, asks this. \"My being is virtuous, my cause is good and my dream is pure, yet my deeds are difficult. I am even, I am patient, I am wise and I am tolerant. Without compassion, I would be brutal. Without insight, I would be shallow. What am I?\" \n The cup, floating above Varek, asks this. \"I am equally sought by prince and by pauper. I am eternal, nothing can break me, for I am the most powerful of all. What am I?\" \n The coin, floating above Karl, asks this. \"The deaf hears me. The blind sees me. The rich fears me. The poor has me. What am I?\" \n The staff, floating above Lisaa, asks this. \"Like a fire, I burn. I overcome the weakness of spirit, and I cleanse the mind of confusion and doubt. I am will, I am strength, but above all that, what am I?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk smiles warmly and closes his eyes.\n \"What can it be but Truth?\" he asks, looking up at the statue. \"Truth it iz that banishes lies, brings knowing, and opposes deceit.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek ponders the riddle(s).\n\n( Hm yes.. Bronk's riddle sounds like it means truth. and Mia's ... justice ? Maybe... Lisaa's.. faith maybe. Huh, have heard of faithful people. Don't know any doubt. Doesn't mean they're right though. Karl's riddle doesn't make any sense to me... my riddle.... hrm.. what could it be... should have something to do with compassion then. But not compassion itself. But what.... love maybe ? )\n\nVarek is almost about to announce that he want's to announce his answer (or what he thinks is his answer). But then shuts up as Bronsk announces his answer.\n\nWould be bad enough to have to fight one malicious spirit... two would be worse.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Correct.\" The statue answers gently, as the essence of the mirror flows into the key. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Nothing, says Karl confidently." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Courage.\" , says Lisaa confidently." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Correct ... correct.\" The statue answers as the essence of the staff and the coin begins to flow into the key.\n\nSeeing that three of the riddles have been answered correctly, Mia nods her head towards the statue. \"Justice. Justice without compassion is brutal. Justice without insight cannot be true. And though it may not always be understanded, true Justice always brings more good with time than what your emotions decide in the heat of the moment. The answer has to be Justice.\"\n\n\"Correct.\" The statue answers. The sword releases its essence into the key, making the key almost fully charged. The statue then turns towards Varek, awaiting his answer. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek pauses, letting the other answer before him.\n\n( Doubt that the rich fear 'nothing' though. What with all them guards and alarms they have, one would think they are the most afraid of all... stupid riddle. )\n\nNow that the eyes of all the others are resting upon him, he doesn't exactly feel comfortable. They all answered their riddles correctly. And without having to think much about it too it would seem....\n\nHe shifts about nervously, licking his lips and eyes darting to and fro the others. But then he calms down.\n\n( So what if i'm wrong. I'm just not good with riddles. But i can as well give it my best shot. After all, even if it is not eternal, it ought to well be... )\n\nPulling himself together, Varek straightens up, looks the statue squarely in the eye and utters but one word: \" Love. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Correct.\" The final relic lose its essence to the key, and they all fall down into the hands of those underneath. The statue then walks over to Mia and place the key in her free hand. \"You have done well. I wish you luck in your quest.\" The statue smiles gently to Mia, closing two of her eyes and leaving her third eye staring at Mia. Slowly, a gentle smile passes across Mia's face. \"Now, you must hurry. I have fulfilled my duty and will pass on now.\" The statue slowly begins to fade. \"As will this realm. If you do not leave quickly, you may be caught in the collapse, and I do not know what will happen then. Now... hurry.\" And with that, the statue fades completely. Mia, firmly grasping the key and the sword, then turn to the rest of the group. \"She is right. We must hurry. Run quickly.\" She commands as the surroundings begin to crumble into nothingness. The group turns and all six of them begin to run back towards the real world. After running through the watery realms, Mia, Bronsk, Varek, Lisaa and Karl all manage to return to the real world safely, however, Tyrgen slows down for some reason, and the portal closes before he manages to get through it. The last the other five can see of him is that he is desperately leaping towards the portal, just as it evaporates. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek is actually the first to reach the portal. He sure can run fast...\n\nOutside the icy gate he anxiously waits for the rest of the group to make it through the gate too.\n\nJust as Tyrgen aproaches, the gate begins to close.\n\n\" Come on Tyrgen ! You'll make it ! \" he cheers him on. But to no avail. Varek has to watch horrified as Tyrgen is cut of from this world, his cheer frozen into a rictus of terror for a few moments before he can regain his composure.\n\n\" .... at least he still has the rabbit-thief to keep him company ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nRunning for his life, the lanky shaman exhales loudly in relief as he feels solid wood beneath his boots once more.\nHe's robbed of the moment by the harsh cry of Tyrgen, and he wheels around in time to see the portal gone.\n \"no...\" he whispers, staring at the blank wood floor.\n Vakri...is there any hope for them? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Tyrgen ! No !\" , screams Lisaa as she turns around just to see the portal close in his face. She tries to clutch the portal but it already gone." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"No... not. I should have waited for him.\" Mia utters in shock and exhaustion. \"I hope he is okay...\" \n \n Spoiler \nThose who want may attempt a DC 15 knowledge check.\n " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl turns, shocked, as Tyrgen dissapears. Um, that doesn't mean he's dead, he says. He's probably just in another plane for a while. I'm sure Ami and her friends wouldn't make a death trap. He tries to look positive, but it doesn't look like he entirely believes it himself." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk crouches down and runs his fingers across the smooth wood, distantly.\n \"Yes...hyu are right, maybe. I wonder if we will find him when we open the door?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Perhaps...\" Mia answers. \"There's nothing we can do for him here though. We've got the key, so we should return to Sapphire port and see if it fits. But what should we do about the relics?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" The relics ? Give them back to the museum guy. They did fulfill their purpose to lead us to this key you found. Although.. probably won't hurt to ask if he could lend them to us. \"\n\nVarek sighs.\n\n\" Okay, that reminds me... i better wait here for you to finish your buisiness in town. 'cause i kinda can't afford to be seen there anymore. Just... what exactly was it your ... spirit friends wanted again in return for protecting my folks Bronsk ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk taps a finger on the wood of the floor.\n \"Give each child a small wood or stone carving of a wolf or crow. Then the spirits will watch out for them.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Well...\" Mia turns to Varek. \"You're right in that we can't take you back to the city. It would be too risky, but I don't think we can leave you out here all alone.\" She then adress the whole group. \"I think we should split up in two groups. Some of us should go with Varek and begin moving towards Sapphire Port. The rest should finish up our unfinished business here and then teleport back to Sapphire Port. That is my suggestion at least.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek shakes his head \" No, i may no longer be able to live in the city but i must at least say goodbye to some people. And i must instruct them to the deal with the spirits. They just won't believe some stranger. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl shrugs. I don't mind what we do right now, but which Key are we going to go after first? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk scratches his head.\n \"uuhm. Well, how about a deep green forest? or the plains? Those sound pleasant.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Actually, \" varek says, \" i think we just found the key of the plain of fields. Look around Sotonia. It's a big city. Takes lots of farms to feed that many hungry mouths. \"\n\n\" So. There are 6 more keys to find then ? He... except we don't really know much about how to find them, now do we ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yeah... I think you're right in that Varek.\" Mia answers. \"Between Sotonia, Miklagard and Nephreitos, Sotonia has by far the greatest number of fields, and no we don't have any clues other than what was given us by the statue. And those were ambigous at best. She sighs. \"But let us help Varek first, and then return to Sapphire Port. Perhaps I can find something more in the library there.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Okay, let's get going then. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Yeah, lets... \" Varek said, adding ( .. get over the ugly part already ) in his mind. He didn't really look foreward to facing his friends again. Did they see what happened ? Or were they long gone, trusting him to catch up with them like so many times before... and even if they were still blissfully unaware of his .. 'problem', how could he just tell them that he would leave, probably to never return.\n\nBut either way, he would have to face this situation and deal with it. He would just have to hope that the deal the spirit shaman had worked out would be honoured. By both sides.\n\nAnd yet, he could not shake a strange feeling that he was just now beginning to embark on a journey he was meant to undertake from the very beginning.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Then let's go. Maybe the old man from the museum can also shed some light on those vague locations.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Mia nods in agreement and moves on to untie her horse, before they all make their way back to the grand city. Mia manages to keep the guards at the main gate from asking any questions and allows them to enter the city without diverting any attention to themselves. It wasn't that hard either, seeing that the news of the werewolf attack has not yet gotten a chance to spread. Once inside the bustling city, Mia turns to the others. \"So what do we first? Should we go notify Vareks friends, or should we return the relics first?\" \n \n Spoiler \nIn case someone wonders, it is currently midday, somewhere between 13:00 and 15:00\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young shaman grunts.\n \"Let us return these relics. I feel a fool carrying this mirror down the the streets.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek shrugs \" I'm fine either way. \".\n\nAlthough inwardly he hoped they would opt to return the relics first.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. We ought to take these back as soon as possible. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Then let's go to the museum first.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The group walks through the streets to the museum. When they arrive, they find that it is closed, for obvious reasons. But Nina, the curator's daughter, must have spotted them, because before any of them even have a chance to knock, the door is unlocked and Nina opens up the door to greet them. \"Hey, good ta see ya.\" She says with a smile as she beckons for them to enter. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek waits for the others to go inside, then follows. He's still carrying the cup and smiles slightly at Nina as he walks past her.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk leads the way, carefully keeping the mirror pointing away from himself.\nHe smiles. \"Hello Nina! How is the curator doing today?\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nina throws a friendly smile at Varek as she closes the door behind them and locks it. She then turns to Bronsk. \"Grandpa's good. He's resting in his bed at tha moment. We ain't gonna open tha museum today, seein that he needs ta rest. Aneway, who's the boy and girl?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Oh, these are friends of ours, says Karl dismissively. Anyway, we've bought back the artefacts for you, he says holding up the coin. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Oh and i brought the cup !\" \" Varek says, holding the cup for Nina to take, smiling broadly. \" Didn't find out how to make it make nectar though... pity.. \"\n\nHe pauses a bit and then adds \" You probably don't remeber me... i was here a few years ago with a bunch of other kids. I'm Varek. \"\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah, thankee.\" Nina answers as she accepts the relics. \"Grandpa'll be pretty glad. And yeh, now I remember.\" She smiles at Varek. \"Ye're that orphan boy from that gang... dinnae remember the name, but I remember ye. Can't ferget a cute face like yours can I?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek blushes a bit and smiles back \" Thanks, likewise. It's nice to see you again and... . It was really nice of your grandfather to let us in without pay. And yeah well, uhm... \" he shoots a quick glance at the others. \" Too bad we're kinda in the middle of somehting right now. Maybe we can talk a bit, later ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah, sure. We c'n talk while the rest speak with granpa.\" She says, smiling back, before she turns to the others. \"I s'pose ye want ta go an speak ta granpa? Or did ye just come ta deliver tha relics?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl turns to the others. Do you think he might understand the references to the locations of the other keys? I assume as the curator of a museam about Ami, he would know where she travelled to in her life, which could help. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, we want to talk with your grandfather about the relics and the stories of Michelle Ami.\" , says Lisaa to Nina. Turning to Karl, she says \"Yes, he should know about her travels. I hope that he can help us with some of the locations.\"\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah. K. C'me here then.\" Nina leads the group up to the room where the curator is resting. She gently knocks on the door, and then opens it. \"Hey, granpa? There's someone here who wants ta speak with ye.\" \n The curator is lying on his bed. His face is slightly pale, but he seems to be in good shape otherwise. Upon noticing his granddaughter's entry, he sits up in the bed. \"Oh Nina... did you not tell them that I am not feeling very well today?\" He answers weakly. \n \"Well... but ye see, these guys are those who saved yer life and recovered tha relics of o' the thief. So...\" \n The old man smiles. \"I understand dear. And I think I can at least speak with them if it is that important. Please allow them to enter.\" \n Nina nods to her grandfather, before she turns to the group and beckons for them to enter. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl steps in, and gives the man a small wave. Hello, sir, how are you feeling? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek just stays outside fot the time being. He still doesn't quite feel like he belongs to the others. Although the fact that he too had been choosen to answer a riddle made him think. And why was Mia choosen instead of Tyrgen ? After all....\n\nStill, so many questions. Maybe Nina can answer a few of them. So he bides his time, waiting for his chance to talk to Nina.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Hello.\" , says Lisaa with a smile. \"We don't want to disturb you if you don't feel well. But we have the relics here.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I think I will be waiting downstairs.\" Mia says as Lisaa, Karl and Bronsk enters the room. Nina nods and closes the door, leaving the three oldest werewolves alone with the curator. He nods towards Karl. \"I am feeling rather well, thank you for asking.\" He then turns to Lisaa with a smile. \"And I thank you for returning the relics to me. They are very important to me. So how may I help you in return?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl scratches the back of his neck. Well, we were at an old house of Ami's, in the woods, maybe you know about it? And we found some interesting information, but rather cryptic. The locations of something, but couched in riddles. We were thinking that you might know where Ami went in her life, where she might have put things, since as a curator of a Museam about her, I thought you probably know quite a bit about her. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Where Ami went?\" The curator glances curiously at Karl. \"That is certainly an odd question. Still, I will be glad to answer it. I know for certain that Ami visited both the nation of Miklagard and the nation of Nephreitos. She may have visited other locations as well. In fact, I am certain that she has visited the forest of the elves, I believe you may know about that miss,\" He nods towards Lisaa. \"Seeing as the elfen race, a race I believe you have blood from, ages far slower than the human race. I am sure there must be someone who remember her if she did indeed visit that forest. I do not know if she has visited the swamps to the south, or any other foreign or exotic location.\" He suddenly coughs. \"Oh, excuse me.\" He says as the coughing subsides. \"May I ask you why you take such an interest in where she has been?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl thinks back to the words the statue said. We found some riddles, pointing to the locations of some historical artifacts or something. \"One is in the northern cold. One in the mountains of might. One in the deserts of scorching sand. One in the deep green forest. One in a home in the land of fields. One in the swamps of brutality. The final held in the deepest of darkness, where the darkness of death sleeps.\" Does this mean anything to you? I guess the northern cold is Nephreitos, the forest is where she met the Elves and so on, but these are big places. I was hoping you might know exact locations she went to? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk chips in \"And the Mountains of Might...these would be the Kraftskragg of my homeland, no doubt. Not a hospital place!\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I am afraid not. Ami did not leave behind a detailed description of her travels, so more detailed locations would be a guess. Unfortunately, I was never any good at geography. I can't remember last time I travelled outside this city of mine. Now my son and his wife, they were different. They might have been able to help you.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl pauses, then replies, delicately, You speak of them in the past tense? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, looking around the room." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Ah yes. I'm afraid they are both dead.\" He sighs and looks down. \"I'm sorry, I would rather not speak about it.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods slowly and, in a business-like fashion, examines the curator to make sure that he's making a smooth recovery, checking his pulse and so forth with practiced care." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"I didn't know before that Michelle Ami visited the elven forests. But as you say, there must be members of my race who know about it. Those who are more wise and better versed in historical events than me.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl frowns. Do you know anyone else who might be able to help us, any other scholars of Ami? he asks." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks up from his ministrations.\n \"We could search once more the archives in the temple of Isis...\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The curator should make a smooth recovery. The assault took quite a toll on his old body, but he seems to handle it surprisingly well. Upon hearing Lisaa mentioning \"my race\" he turns to her curiously. \"Excuse me, did you say your race? Are you one of the elves?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa tucks some of her black hair behind her pointed left ear. \"Why, of course. I am an elf.\" , she says." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Amazing...\" The old man utters slowly, before he regains his composure. \"Oh, please forgive me. I was merely surprised at seeing an elf. In all my years I have never seen one with my very own eyes.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl coughs, loudly. Uh-hum, about my question? Do you know if there's anyone else who might know about these places? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Never before in all the years of your life ? Well, few of us ever leave the great forest. The significance that you put on my presence is an honour for me.\" , says Lisaa with a smile" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The old man seems to blush. \"You did? I apologize then. Unfortunately, I do not know of anyone else that have studied Michelle Ami as intensively as I have. I am sorry.\" He seems to fall into deep thought, as if he suddenly remembers something, and doesn't want to let go of it. \"The clergy might know something though. In addition to being spiritual leaders and advisors, they are also keepers of our history. I unfortunately know of no one else that may be of assistance.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \ncoughyourturncough\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe lean northman nods slowly.\n \"All right then. We'll be on our way. Thank hyu sir, for the loan of the items. We'll return with news that we have found sometime.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I apologize for not being of any more help.\" The old curator says as the three werewolves leave his room. On their way down, they bump into Nina and Varek, who are walking up towards the curator's room. Nina is carrying a bowl filled with hot soup. \"Hey. Ye done speakin ta grandpa?\" She asks as she pass them in the stair. " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yes, sighs Karl, I guess so. I don't suppose you might have any books or anything written by your parents? He said they knew a lot about Ami? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Books? Well... me father always had his manuscripts but... yeah. They ain't here. I dun think me mother wrote much.\" She ponders the question. \"Well, I do still have me mother's notes, but I cannae let ye read em. What do ya want from em? I can check em for ye if ye'd like.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek just listens for a moment. Then he offers \" Want me to bring your grandpa the soup before it gets cold ? \" to Nina.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Well, replies Karl, we found out that Ami travelled to some locations, that we have to find. But the descriptions are very vague. He starts to recite. \"One is in the northern cold. One in the mountains of might. One in the deserts of scorching sand. One in the deep green forest. One in a home in the land of fields. One in the swamps of brutality. The final held in the deepest of darkness, where the darkness of death sleeps.\" I wanted to find out specific places she went to that might match any of these descriptions. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Dinnae worry 'bout dat.\" Nina says, smiling to Varek. \"Well, I c'n look for ye.\" She turns to Karl. \"Why don't ye come back later, and I'll tell ye what I've found out.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods. Very well. He turns to the others. Is that okay? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek nods at Nina happily, then turns to Karl.\n\n\" Sure. After all, there is still something i need to take care of, remember ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods. \"Yes. Until later then, Nina.\" , she says." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Later.\" Mia leads the group, including Mia, out of the building and waves goodbye at them, before she closes it, leaving them to accomplish their next task. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "After they get a bit of distance, Varek turns to Bronsk.\n\n\" Okay then. Explain me agin how that is supposed to work. The spirits you said you talked to protecting my gang i mean. What do we have to do ? How do we make a shrine ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n \"Iz simple.\" Bronsk dips a hand into a pouch at his belt and draws forth a small figurine carved from wood\n \"Something like thiz for each child. A crow or a wolf iz best, and it can be stone, metal, wood...whatever. The shrine iz further along; X'els and Takaya will be patient for that much.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek gives Bronsk a worried look.\n\n\" Yeah but unless you actually teach my folks how to build a shrine, it is not going to build itself. Look, just tell them about whatever you came up with. I am sure they will be happy to pay some worship to your spirit friends in exchange for protection. But they need to know how to do it, ok ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl raises one eyebrow, and gives Varek an amused look, but says nothing." }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk scratches his head.\n \"Well, okay. But iz not very difficult or formal. You make a table or a pile of rocks somewhere. in woods iz best, but on a roof or somewhere with fresh air iz fine too. The shrine can be wood or stone; but what iz important iz that it should be tended; maybe once, twice a week, it should be visited, kept clean...maybe add a painting or a carving or a candle or a ribbon, or a bell, or even a little food and water...\" Bronsk counts these items on his fingers.\n \"And when hyu visit, thank Xe'ls and Takaya. Just say 'thank hyu, Xe'ls and Takaya, for watching over us,' and they'll listen.\" \nThe healer smiles. \"They like it when hyu pay attention. So, tell them things, or ask questions. And a little flattery never hurts,\" he says, with a wink. \"Those two like people, so they'll be easy to please.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek listens to Bronsk, carefully remembering everything he says.\n\n\" I see... so.. basically treat them like good friends and show them that their efforts are appreciated, got that. He, i think that should be okay with the guys. We just have to tell them to treat them like a real person, just someone who happens to be not around unless you need him. But be nice to them and they will be nice to you. \"\n\nHe nods and smiles as they walk on.\n\n\" Heh, i have a good feeling about this. Come on, i'll show you the way. \"\n\nVarek goes on to lead the way to his home turf.\n\nThen, he adds as an afterthought \" Oh yeah, which one is the wolf and which one is the crow ? Xels and Takaya i mean. Bet Takaya is the crow ? \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm going to let Skenardo/Bronsk/Vakri answer that, and then I'll continue. Just letting you know that I'm still here. 😛\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk shakes his head,\n \"No, its the other way forwards. Xe'ls is the crow.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "As they walk, Karl looks around at the city, a slight grimace on his face." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Varek leads the group deeper into the darker part of the city, the area being literally darker because of the higher density of buildings. The buildings tower much larger to accomodate more villagers in as less space. Eventually, he takes them to a group of old, abandoned buildings. In the middle of the buildings is a small open space, a garden of sort, except with barely anything growing there. Only a few tufts of grass here and there. The scuttling of light feet can be heard, and before the group can take more than a few steps into the open space, a rock comes flying from one of the windows. \"Leave!\" A voice, male, orders out loud. \n \n Spoiler \nFeel free to make a Sense Motive, Spot, Listen and a Diplomacy/Bluff check. Varek gets a +5 bonus on all those checks (except listen) for reasons I am sure you can figure out on your own. 😉\n " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek halts and peers out to see who's throwing rocks here.\n\n\" Boris, is that you ? It is I, Varek. Don't worry, these people are friends. No worries. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl squints at the darkness, and mutters something under his breath.\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Mage Armour, spot - (d20+2)[ 9 ] , listen - (d20+2)[ 16 ] I actually can't access my sheet at the moment, as the server seems to be down, so these modifiers are just guesses.\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk observes the alley with keen senses...\n Spot - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa stands still, looking and listening.\n\nSpot; Listen: 1d20+11 = 15 ; 1d20+8 = 28 (nat 20)\n\n((btw, the new Tangled Web I don't like, so Lisaa's sheet has moved.))" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Despite their keen senses, Lisaa and Bronsk fail to see the one who assaulted them, nor did Karl. All of them hear the soft scuttling of light feet from the buildings around them, signifying that there are more than one child hidden here. \"Varek?\" The voice replies as a boy appears in one of the windows, almost hidden away by the shadows inside the building. Lisaa, Bronsk and Varek all spot him, though Karl can't tell him apart from the darkness, and thus can't spot him. \"It is you. But why? What happened to you, you didn't catch up with us like you usually do, and why have you brought these adults here?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "( So they didn't see what happened... thank you gracious gods ! )\n\n\" He, i didn't catch up with you 'cause them guards caught up with me. And if it wasn't for my new friends here, i wouldn't be around anymore at all. So it's okay. \"\n\nVarek fidgets a bit. \" Look it is a bit... more complicated then that really. We need to talk about something. Yeah and this guy here \" Varek indicates Bronsk \" has a few things he needs to tell you too. If the other make you nervous, i'm sure they don't mind waiting outside, right ? \"\n\nVarek shoots Lisaa and Karl a glance. ( I just hope they play along. )\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " The boy disappears from the window for a short while, and from where they are standing, the group can hear that they're obviously discussing the prospect of inviting adults in. Eventually, Boris returns in the window. \"Okay, since it's you. You and that man can come, but the rest are staying outside, understand? And don't try anything.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods to Varek. Me and Lisaa will stay outside then. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \n Like what? \nBronsk wonders idly to himself, glancing nervously around at the enclosing buildings." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek nods at Lisaa and Karl, grateful for their understanding.\n\n\" Come on Bronsk, let's go. Just keep cool okay ? \"\n\nHe begins to walk up to the building, hoping Bronsk will follow.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk mutters something under his breath in the harsh syllables of the Nord tongue, and glances nervously over his shoulder as Varek leads him in.\n I've never liked alleys and cities... " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n\nLisaa nods and stays with Karl." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Varek leads Bronsk into one of the buildings, and once inside, they are immediately greeted by Boris, who is followed by a few more kids, a girl and two boys. Both boys following Boris are wielding clubs. Boris makes a halting motion towards Varek and Bronsk. \"Okay Varek. What's this all about?\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek nods at the others, smiling, but can feel the tenseness in the air.\n\n\" It's complicated. But truth is, the guards caught me and there was a fight. As you can see, i am still around so... i got away obviously. And Bronsk and his friends helped me. Of course they weren't to keen on someone fighting city guards but... yeah. I explained everything to them and they know i didn't do nothing wrong. \"\n\nVarek fidgets a bit.\n\n( Yeah well, they will hear about the dead guards soon enough.... )\n\n\" It's just.. it would really be best if.. if i just.. you know... disappear for a while. Just so happens, these guys are travelling adventurers of sorts and they offered me to join them. So i told them that i can't really leave, what with me being the toughest brawler in our gang and such... but this guy Bronsk here, he's... er.. he knows about spirits and stuff and he told me, he cut a deal with some spirits that would agree to help protect us.. you all. For a bit of worship and gratitude. Well okay, for a decent amount of worship. But i'm not good at all with this stuff so it's best if Bronsk told you whats this about, right Bronsk ? \"\n\nVarek is somewhat nervous, he doesn't feel comfortable about telling his friends half-truths like that at all... but... if they knew the truth, could they ever bring themselves to listen to him ? Or Bronsk for that matter ?\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk takes a moment to gauge the reactions of his audience so far..." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Boris nods slowly, listening to what Varek has to say, and it is clear that he doesn't like it. \"I really hope you are joking Varek. How can we replace you, our strongest member, with some spirits that maybe don't even exist? Are you sure you can't stay? We could hide you away. The guards wouldn't find you. C'mon. There has to be some way to keep you around.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods.\n \"Yez, spirits are hard to see at first, but they are very real. I have asked two strong spirits, Xe'ls and Takaya, to look out for hyu, and they have said yes.\" \nBronsk outlines for the children what he'd told Varek about the construction and tending of a shrine.\n \"Just treat them with respect, and they will grant hyu their protection.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek really feels bad trying to circumvent the whole truth of the situation. But they will hear soon enough that a couple of guards were torn to shreds by a monster ....\n\n\" Look.... it's really bad. I had to fight the guards, that one bastard tried to kill me ... and i killed him... and two, three more.... didn't count, just ran away. \"\n\n\" Do you understand ? As long as i'm still around they will never quit searching for me, and you know that they will not be gentle. I have to leave or you all would have to suffer for it. Do you think i want to run away ? \"\n\nHe gestures at Bronsk \" Those people are decent folks, they were about to turn me in for murder but they listened to my side of the story. And they agreed to allow me to travel with them. So.. it's best if i take up their offer and go away. And Bronsk here knows about spirits and he promised that he would ask them to protect you, now that i no longer can. \"\n\nVarek falls silent again, hoping that Boris will understand the situation.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Boris listens to Varek, the expression on his face utterly stunned. After Varek has finishes speaking, there is a period of uncomfortable silence, before he softly answers. \"Very well. And how are these spirits going to protect us?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk scratches his chin, looking from face to face.\n \"It iz...subtle. Luck may favor hyu, and maybe even apparitions. They will also give inspiration, when hyu must battle. But what they do, they decide they will do.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Boris sighs. \"So you're telling us that we're supposed to worship these... whatever they were called, and in return we'll \"magically\" have more luck.\" From the tone in his voice, it's clear that he isn't very impressed by this. \"And how would we go about doing this... \"worshipping\"?\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk waves a hand. \"Iz not really 'worshiping.' Iz more like...they are respected friends. You make a table or a pile of rocks somewhere. in woods iz best, but on a roof or somewhere with fresh air iz fine too. The shrine can be wood or stone; but what iz important iz that it should be tended; maybe once, twice a week, it should be visited, kept clean...maybe add a painting or a carving or a candle or a ribbon, or a bell, or even a little food and water...\" Bronsk counts these items on his fingers.\n \"And when hyu visit, thank Xe'ls and Takaya. (these are the spirits I have asked to help you) Just say 'thank hyu, Xe'ls and Takaya, for watching over us,' and they'll listen.\" \nThe healer smiles. \"They like it when hyu pay attention. So, tell them things, or ask questions. And a little flattery never hurts.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" And you said, they should be carrying small carvings or somesuch ? Of a crow or a wolf ? \" Varek interjects cautiously.\n\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods. \"Yez, simple wood carvings are fine. Even better if hyu make them yourselves!\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Boris nods slowly. \"Very well then. Thank you for the advice. Now goodbye.\" Boris turns and leaves with his two guards, leaving Bronsk and Varek standing there, with his female companion looking after him reluctantly. " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk looks nervously from face to face.\n \"Did I say something wrong? Iz \"carving wood\" an insult here? These idioms, they sneak up on me...\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek looks over at the girl and shrugs apologetically \" Sorry Janice. But it's complicated. I'm sure you all will understand soon.... uhm.. do you happen to know if aunt Sarah is home ? I'd like to say goodbye to her too. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"She should be.\" The girl answers bluntly. " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek nods \" Okay then... sorry about this mess. I wish it wouldn't have come to this. \"\n\nHe turns around to walk away, hoping to get this awkward situation over with.\n\n\" Come on Bronsk, let's go see Sarah. Then i'm ready to leave. \"\n\nMeeting up with the others outside, Varek informs them of his plans.\n\n\" Okay, just one more thing. I need to say good bye to aunt Sarah. She's not really my aunt but she raised me and.. well... she's the closest thing to a mother i have. So i'm not leaving until i got to say good bye to her. Come on, let's go. \"\n\nVarek goes on to lead the way.\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOkay, tired of waiting for the rest of you. Chopchopchop. Keep up the tempo. Keeping it up is everyone's responsibility.\n \n\n\nVarek leads the three others to a nearby building and ask them all to wait outside while he goes in to say goodbye. He then vanishes into the building for a while, and after about ten minutes have passed, he finally exits, carrying a small bag and wearing a heavy sigh plastered across his face.\n\n \"I'm done now. We should hurry and finish up our business here and get out before I become too well known.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods, awkwardly, and turns to go." }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " So you're all finished here now? asks Karl, starting to follow Bronsk." }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Yeah. I am done.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Good, I'm glad we sorted that out, replies Karl. Now we can get back to finding these keys... so, where to next? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Back to Sapphire Port ? And then ? I'm not sure, we should think about for which key we should search first. We'll have to finf more informations about the locations.\" , says Lisaa. \"Ami visited the forests of the elves, I believe that someone there still knows about her travels.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk cheers up a little at the prospect of moving forward.\n \"Ah, then. And we will be welcomed there yes?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl nods when Lisaa says more information will be needed.\n That curator's granddaughter said she'd have a look through her mother's notes for information about the places. And the curator said the clergy might know a lot... maybe we should go to some temple? I don't know what Gods are worshipped down here. Then tomorrow we could go back and see Nina, to discover if she has found anything in her mother's notes. " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"I... don't think that's a good idea. The guard you saved is, you know, at the temple. And uh, he could wake up at any time, and then it would be too dangerous for me to stay in the city.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Hmmm... good point, replies Karl nodding and scratching his chin. What should we do then? Perhaps if we go back and see Nina now, and ask her how long it will take her to look through her mother's notes? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWell? Are you others gonna comment? I don't feel particularily comfortable forcing you in any direction, so if you agree on a course of action, at least show that you agree, so I can set events in motion.\n " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk grunts.\n \"Uh. Yez, iz clear we must know where to go before taking our walking-canes. If we go to elf-lands, we should research! Find the city, maybe.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Right, nods Karl, and leads the group off out of the slums, and towards the museum... after checking directions with the others, because he doesn't really know his way around this city." }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, to the musesum. We can't risk to stay much longer in the city when the guards are searching for Varek.\" , says Lisaa.\n\n \"The elves don't like trespassers in their woods. But we usually watch or ask questions first instead of shooting. I believe that you'll be safe when I'm with you.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Upon returning to the museum, Nina greets you with a friendly smile. \"Hey, yer back already?\" She says as she lets you in. \"I haven't had a lot o time ta check things out for ye, so I dinnae have much yet. I've found out one thing though. Seems dat someone like er visited a backwater village to the south. Dunno why, but dat's the only thing I got so far.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl turns to the others.\n What sort of geography is in the south? " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIf you're stuck because... you frankly don't know the answer to something, it's time to roll a knowledge check.\n \n\n \"Dat village's in da Southern Plains o Sotonia. Plains, but the village itself lies next ta a small forest n' a lake. There's even a small hill near dat village. I've seen it meself once. Nice place, worth a visit anyway.\" " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk digests this. Finally, he speaks again \"I wonder what sort of man this elf was? We have learned much of Mia, and it seems as if knowing the person is the big chew of finding their key.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": "Karl thinks to himself. One in a home in a land of fields? he says speculatively.\nMaybe we should try that first, and maybe you might be able to find some more information on the other places while we're away, Nina. Could you just tell us first what the name of the village is? " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "Varek eyes Karl for a moment warily, then he speaks up. \" Uhm Karl ? The one in the land of fields ? That's the one we already have. At least i'm pretty sure about this. Might be wrong though. But still.... i mean, there IS a lot of farmland around Sotonia and stuff... \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Really? Yeah, I guess so... damn. Karl thinks for a moment, his face intent. I suppose we could go and see if we can find out anything anway. Unless you'd rather try the Elves first? " }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nBronsk nods. \"Yez. Let us not get lazy here!\" he laughs a little at his own joke.\n \"Lisaa...can hyu guide us here?\" " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Where ? To that village ? I don't know where it is. Or to the elves ? I could lead you to the forest. But won't we have to return to Sapphire Port then ?\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Um, I don't really know much about the geography down here in the south. Is there a particular problem to going through this Sapphire Port place. You mentioned it a few times before. " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Uh, no. There is nothing wrong with Sapphire Port. Now that I think of it, we could also go from here to the forest. But maybe we'll find some more information in or around Sapphire Port since the mysterious door is is in the mountains nearby.\" " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Nina sighs loudly. \"Well, as ye wanted to know, the name o' the village is \"Fordicia\". Doesn't lie too far from dat elven forest either.\" " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Got a map or something ? Sounds like a good place to start looking. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, we should go to Fordicia from here. Sapphire Port is in the wrong direction. But are we sufficiently equipped for such a journey ? I have lots of traveling gear but only around 20 gp in my pockets.\" \n\n((Knowledge (Geography) to see if she knows about Fordicia: 1d20+4 = 9 " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Yeah, nods Karl, we'll go to Fordicia and then to the Elven village. I guess you're right though, we should buy some supplies perhaps... and maybe some bags... " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "\" Maybe i just should go ahead and wait outside the south gate for you then. It's not like i can buy anything anyway. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \"Sorry, but I dun have a map. Mom 'ad the maps, an when I got separated from 'er, well, I ne'er got em or 'er back again.\" Nina says with a sigh. \n \n Spoiler \nSorry, that knowledge check is a tad too low. You know nothing. Varek can make a knowledge check untrained though, since he is from Sotonia.\n " }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSo I take it you're heading out once you're done shopping? Well, tell me how you're organizing the shopping, and what you're buying, and I'll wrap the story to Fordicia for you.\n " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": "(OOC: So Varek didn't know anything (points to roll on OOC thread) ? )\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSee, I promise I checked that thread not long ago. It's a conspiracy I tell you... sorry. I'll get right to it. You do know a few things yes.\n " }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " Varek \n\n\" Maybe i can help out a bit? That city of the elves must be in the forest in the south somewhere, right? So wo could go to Ruby Temple for a start. That's a city in the south. And i think they get all the elven wares from a city near the forests. So there ought to be a road there we can take. And once we are there we can ask for directions to the next elf city. Takes the wagons about 3 days to Ruby Temple, so we should be able to do it in.. oh.. 5 days or so on foot? And i figure it's another day or two to that town at the forest. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "The Great Skenardo", "message": " Bronsk \nThe young healer nods, stroking his chin.\n \"Yes, that sounds good. I tell hyu, \" he smiles, \"It will be good to be out in the wild again! These cities and mysteries...they put me on the edge.\" " }, { "author": "Ozzy_G", "message": " Alright, but we ought to go to the village of Fordicia on the way, since we're going past it, okay? " }, { "author": "Amiria", "message": " Lisaa \n \"Yes, let's proceed that way. I also want to be in the wild again. And of course we should visit Fordicia on the way.\" , says Lisaa." }, { "author": "Lycar", "message": " Varek \n\n\" Uhm, i don't know if the name of the town by the elven forest is Fordicia but.. well... i don't think there's too many towns doing buisines with the elves so.... with some luck they are one and the same. \"\n\n Lycar" }, { "author": "Maryring", "message": " Eventually, Nina bids the group goodbye and leads them out of the building. As they leave, she promises them to read as much as she can, in hopes of finding more information for them. After quickly acquiring the food, they make their way out of the city and onward to their next destination. \n The end of chapter one. " } ]
[ { "author": "osyluth", "message": "So, laughin hard , this is what I was talking about. Let the game begin! Other people, please don't post here; this is between me and laughin hard ." }, { "author": "osyluth", "message": "I'm regenerating my thread here, I think laughin hard will be here soon." } ]
[ { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "It's been two days since you decided to take the mercenary job in Reach, most of it spent on a somewhat cramped aethership freighter bound for a small rock in the nearby Mesotar clustar. The promised pay wasn't much, a mere two hundred gold pieces each, but it was the best paying job you could find at the time.\n\nThe job seems simple enough. A village in the clustar has been having some problems with a nearby cave system infested with goblins and have been hiring mercenaries to exterminate them. More information was promised once you arrived in the Broken Edge, the village offering the job.\n\nOn the open deck of the ship, you can watch the stars and nebuli of the Storm swirl overhead in their endless dance of elemental energies. Ahead, you can see that the ship has just slowed to crusing speed and the Mesotar cluster can be seen ahead. Nothing too interesting about the system, just a half dozen small and average sized planets orbiting a fire star, mainly an agricultural system. You estimate that another day of travel at the most should get you to where your going.\n\nSo far you haven't spoken much so far with the others mercenaries hired for the job, what with your cabins being scattered all over the ship between the crew cabins, but now they all seem to have come up on deck, probably having felt the shudder as the ship trimmed its sails and slowed from traversal speed." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMelds shaped for on the boat. Soulspark Familiar, and Sailor's Bracers.\nNo essentia invested.\n \n\n\n Leaning against the railing of the ship is a youngish looking dwarf, his brown hair streaming in the wind as he talks to a small glowing mote of blue that hovers in front of his face. He's wearing a simple shirt and breeches, although upon further inspection, there is another bluish glow surrounding his wrists and arms. At his feet rests a backpack filled to bursting, with random pieces of equipment sticking out of the top, and resting next to the pack, a breastplate. As the rest of the party comes up to the deck, he greets them with a curt nod before turning back to his one-sided conversation." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam approaches the other mercenaries, sits down, and begins to speak. \"Two days of nothing but poor food, cramped rooms, and expectations. Anybody know more about what we're dealing with than that it involves killing goblins in a cave?\" Liam is clearly showing that he is both bored and annoyed. He looks around the room, both trying to find something to do and to determine what his allies might be capable of." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \nReturning the dwarf's nod, Kleitos shrugs and answers Liam \" How much more do we need to know? I'll just be happy for the exercise after this long trip. He does some basic stretching, having been awoken from a nap by the change in speed and then gazes out at the sky, not feeling the need to say anything else, but mentally going over his list of supplies to make sure he's ready.\n \n Spoiler \n\nHuman male, fairly non-descript; brown hair, blue eyes, for anyone who hasn't read the character sheet and cares\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam nods. \"So will I. I'm just wondering if we have to kill them all, or just enough that they know to stop whatever they've been doing to make our services needed. It would also be beneficial to know what that problem is, and if we can keep any possessions of the ones who die.\" Not seeing anything to be done, he continues contemplating the team's abilities, and concludes that it would probably not be the best idea to annoy the tall one." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "From his position at the rail, Felonius is going to pipe up.\n \n\"They're goblins, we'll wade through them like a dreadnought through a cutter. As for what they've been doing, most likely looting, raiding, or just generally making life miserable for civilized folk.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I've seen far worse on my days aboard the Starry Ice. You should consider yourself lucky.\" \n\nThis statement comes from a tall, fairly pale man with dark hair and black eyes. He has two axes sheathed in his belt as he looks up at the starry void.\n\n \"I've dealt with my fair share of goblin pirates. These shouldn't prove to be too difficult.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"True.\" Liam acknowledges, \"But my question is simply are we there to make sure that the crime stops, or to make it impossible to continue? The former requires a few harsh words, and probably a few corpses so they know we can follow up on them. The later requires quite a few more corpses, and seems far more likely to place ours among them.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Indeed. We don't have enough information to tell one way or the other. Hopefully, we'll get more information once we arrive.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Their kind doesn't always respond to words. Often it's best just to clear them out. Unless we're talking in the thousands, I don't think we'll see much trouble one way or the other. The hulking sword-for-hire seems strangely at peace on the ship, splitting his attention between the other mercenaries and the swirling energies of the storm. There is strength in numbers... he reflects." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Gaurd Juris \n Zerkz \n There is strength in numbers... he reflects. \n \n\n Kleitos \n Both for them and for us, but unless their numbers are ludicrously large, I'll put my money on us. Because I want the money that we're getting paid for this job. It's not much, but it's the best offer I've had in a while. Kleitos stands back to size up the other members of the group, trying to form preliminary strategy for how they could handle different situations. He won't share his thoughts yet, preferring to have a good idea before bringing others into the process." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The ship's captain, a portly middle-aged human, barks some final orders to the crew to set the course before aproaching you. \"We'll be docking in Broken Edge in about three hours, so if you have anything that needs doing before then, I suggest you get to it.\" He says, before heading back to the wheelhouse." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Seeing as we'll be fighting together here, I suggest that we discuss some basic strategies before we dock. I am a straight-up fighter, with experience fighting a variety of enemies. What specializations do you have?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"At the moment? I can sail a boat, and talk to this thing here \" He jabs a thumb towards the glowing blue mote beside him. \"Tommorrow, I'll do something else, I never really know until the morning, and I see what needs to be done. Or, if we find a forge, I can always bang out some weapons and armor.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"While I am generally a spearman, you will likely find that being near me usually causes various desireable effects. I won't bore you with the details, but I suggest you stay near me should any conflict begin.\" While speaking, Liam's eyes occasionally dart toward the wheelhouse, and he wonders how best to pass the three hours of waiting." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n For myself, many of my talents are most potent outside of combat; I can be quite persuasive, for instance. In combat, my main skill is to find a weak spot and quickly incapacitate an opponent who's otherwise engaged with one of you. Maybe I should coordinate with you, ((Rogue_7s character)). You walk up to them while I sneak around behind. Could be very effective.\n\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"That seems to be fairly basic tactics, but the simplest tactics are always the best, I have found. I am called Kardrak. Your name is...?\" " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n Kleitos, though I'll answer to K if we're short on time. " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n I am called Zerkz. Glad to meet you all. I also fight. I find that there is no substitute for greater strength of arm. The huge warrior hefts his mighty sword and flexes powerful muscles. But there are many kinds of strength. Strength of spirit, strength of mind. I sense strength in all of you; some of you may be almost as strong as me. " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Felonius Soulforged, of the Ironheart Clan\" \n\nReaching down to grasp his backpack and slide into it, holding his breastplate in one hand, the dwarf is going to leave his position at the rail and head towards the rest of the group.\n \n\"Looks like the captain about ready to start getting the ship ready for docking, so I'd be prepared to disembark if I were you\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz\n \n I was created ready. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I am ready whenever you all are.\" " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n As am I " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "You all make gather up your gear from your cabins and meet back on deck as the bulky freighter begins its aproach of Broken Edge. Ahead you can see the planet the village is built on, a giant, upside down pyramid of jagged rock the size of a large mountain. The ship rotates slowly, orienting itself to the gravity well of the aproaching planet.\n\nSailors scurry through the rigging, furling the mainsails and setting the backsail and downsail, slowing the vessal and bringing it down to the level of the planet. As the ship pulls alongside the wooden pier jutting from the edge of the planet, sailors expertly throw lines to men waiting on the pier who tie off the lines and haul the ship in against the padded beams. Once secured, the sailors carefuly fix the topsail to prevent the ship from falling to the bottom of the planet's gravity well, then lower the gang plank and start to off load some of the cargo.\n\nAt the end of the pier a small group of men stand, probably waiting for you. They are all human and most seem to be middle-aged, with a few older men in the group." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " Kardrak \nKardrak disembarks and walks up to the men, his weapons sheathed, offering his hand.\n \"Greetings. I am Kardrak. I believe that you are the men who hired us to deal with these goblins? \n \n Spoiler \nIf they are,\n \"I should like to know a bit more information about them- how many are there, and do you want them all eliminated, or will merely staving off their attacks suffice?\" If we do have to hunt them down, where do they live, and what is the terrain like?\" \n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nGlad to finally be on the planet, Liam leaps off the ship toward the men. \"Greetings people of Broken Edge. I've heard you need a problem solved.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "One of the half-dozen men steps forward as you aproach. He is of above average height, with short brown hair and sharp roman features.\n\n \"Greetings and welcome to our humble town. I am Arius Mathon, Mayor of Broken Edge, and these esteemed gentlemen are the rest of our town council.\" Arius turns slightly to indicate his companions. \"May I present Dorian Argant, our Treasurer,\" The short, portly man with large black sideburns and a reserved expression nods in your direction, \"Vernon Trebador, our Head Magistrate,\" the rail thin man in loose brown robes gives a small bow, \"Jay Rookstone, Captain of the Town Guard,\" the heavy-set man with grey hair also bows, \"Marik Alphinian, our Representitive of Trade\" the youngest-looking of the group, a well-dressed blond-haired man in his early-thirties, gives you a formal bow, \"and Faram Al'Theris, our Representive of Agriculture,\" The last man, a burly red-haired man with a rather sour look in his eyes, crosses his well-muscled arms as he is introduced.\n\n \"Please, let us go to somewhere a little more comfortable before we discuss the particulars of the job. The room we use for a council chamber is not far from here, and we can at least sit down while we talk.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nZerkz looks at the councilmen appraisingly, useless old men, bureaucrats incapable of solving a single thing without the help of other more capable men. Of course they would take all the credit when the work was done, but he was accustomed to that. He would do the job he was hired to perform without complaint.\n \nLead the way. " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam is generally unimpressed by the council. A fat treasurer and a rude agricultural representative? It's no wonder these people need help. Not wanting to lose the oppritunity to help however, he keeps this oppinion private, and instead inquires \"Which way to this council chamber then?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The Mayor and the Town Council lead you into town. The town seems relatively prosperous, with a fair amount of people going about their buisness. You can hear people haggling over prices here and there, and the sounds of a blacksmith's hammer ringing against steel can be heard from not too far away.\n\nSigns of fear and unrest can be seen everywhere, however. Down several of the town's dirt roads you can see the beginings of a wooden pallisade being errected around the town and members of what must be the town guard stand watch on many street corners wearing leather armor and armed with spears. People look at you with a mixture of nervousness and hope, some not even daring to look at you directly.\n\nThe Mayor leads you to a large home located in the center of town, well-built and spacious, but not overly ostentatious. Inside, there is a large, comfortable-looking living room furnished with several couches and padded chairs. As you enter, a pretty human woman comes into the room.\n\n \"Mary, could you leave us alone for now? This is council buisness and I'd rather not be disturbed.\" \n \"Very well. Tell me if you need anything.\" \n\nShe departs, smiling slightly at Arius before leaving. Arius motions for you all to be seated, taking a chair in the corner for himself. The council members take a seat on various couches and chairs, most near the Mayor's seat.\n\n \"I'm sure you have plenty of questions. Please, feel free to ask, and I'll fill you in on all the specifics.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"The main question is what exactly are we required to do? Are we supposed to exterminate these goblins or merely try and deter them from attacking? If it is the former, where are they located, and in what environment? Tackling an enemy in a cave is far different from tackling an enemy on open plains. If it is the latter, what are the defensible points of the village where we can safely fend them off? Either way, what sort of numbers are we talking about?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"How well equipped are your guards, and how fast are your smiths converting from farm implements to weapons and armour?\" \n\nSlinging his pack and armor down onto the floor in front of him, the dwarf is going to take a seat on one of the chairs." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Captain Rookstone speaks up at this. \" We want you to exterminate the goblins from an underground cave system located to the east of our town. We don't need them completely exterminated, although that would be preferable. We just need them unable to make any attacks against our people for a good while.\" \n \"Our trouble with them started just recently. The goblins were here when this town was first settled, but they left us alone and we left them alone. Now the bastards are have started ambushing small groups of our people and the town guard isn't equipped to deal with this new threat. We're doing what we can, putting up the pallisade and enlisting more guards, but it will be awhile before the wall will be finished or we have enough guards trained to do the job ourselves. Which is where you come in.\" \n \"Our guards are rather poorly equipped, as up until now they only needed to be able to deal with drunken sailors and an occasional cut purse. As for more gear, the trouble isn't equipping them, but training them. Most have trouble telling which end of a spear is the pointy end.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I see. Are there up-to-date maps of the cave system, or will we be going in blind?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "This time Arius is the one to answer. \"As the Captain said, the goblin's have inhabited the cave system since the town's founding, and we've done our best to stay clear of them, lest we invite trouble. The most we know of the goblin's cave system is where several of the entrances are.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"That will make things more difficult. This is going to be a very slow process, I think. If we aim for complete extermination, we are going to have to seal all other entrances in order to prevent escape, but we don't know if we will have gotten all of the entrances. Either way, we will have to go very slowly and make sure that we don't leave any groups that could ambush us from behind- that would be my prime concern about all this- an ambush from behind in cramped quarters is very difficult to deal with.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"We don't need to exterminate them completely, just take out whatevers holding the tribe together. Most goblins are sniveling cowards, and if we cut off their leadership, we cut down their will to fight.\" \n\nShaking his head at his mote, he continues.\n \n\"And your never gonna plug all the holes to a goblin warren, probably got the whole cave system setup with interconnected tunnels just to prevent what your describin, not to mention usin those same tunnels to circle around any intruders.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n When you deal with goblins, you deal with the mob. Their strength is their numbers, not their command structure. Kill a chief and a lowling rises to take his place. We'll have no choice but to smash the buggers one at a time until they ain't got the numbers to mount another attack. Now, there's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 of us, most of us reliable. Reliable to kill goblins one at a time, that is. And like there's no real count on how many goblins there are, maybe 50, maybe 100, maybe 1000 or more. \n\nHe pauses for a moment as he considers this prospect.\n\n We should have a f*cking wizard , he concludes." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Well, isn't this magical? We've got a serious disagreement on Goblin leadership, a cave system we know nothing about, and are probably outnumbered at least five to one. I'll take half my payment up front, please.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I don't know what kinda goblins you've been tanglin with, but your average goblin ain't gonna stick his neck out to cover his buddies ass without gettin somethin out of it for themself. I still maintain that you take out the chief and the tribe crumbles. Sure goblins like to swarm, but unless there's someone behind them poking them with a stick, they're more then likely gonna swarm away from any source of danger.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n That's no permanent solution. Live to fight another day, is the saying, not live to bake s'mores for everyone. They'll run away alright, but they'll be back. I'll second cash up front. Anything else you can tell us about these monsters? \n \n Spoiler \nIf there's not anything else they can tell us about the goblins, Zerkz will move to skip ahead to the action. However, I suspect another of the PCs who is more intelligent (i.e. all of them) will have other, more prescient questions to ask the council. Zerkz isn't particularly interested in hearing the answers, though.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I still would like your gentlemen's best estimates on the Goblin numbers.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Rookstone speaks again. \"Their numbers can't be too much. They don't do much on the surface, so they must get all their food from what they can scavenge underground and I doubt that is much. How they can even make attacks is a wonder in itself. I'd say no more than twenty or thirty warriors at the most.\" \n\nAt the mention of payment up front, the portly Treasurer speaks up. \"I'm afraid payment up front is out of the question. How can we be sure you won't take the money and jump ship on us?\" he says quite cynicaly." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Fine, I don't have the energy to argue about payment with you. I will do the job I was hired to do. 30 goblins will be a worthy challenge and nothing more. We'll begin when you deem it prudent. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"If you haven't noticed, this is a fairly small rock you've got here. Ships are fairly uncommon, I imagine. It'd be very difficult for us to run out on you guys, wouldn't you think? Saying that, I'll do the job without the payment. I was expecting upwards of fifty. It may take a few days, but we should get them all.\n\nIf you don't want to pay us up front, are there any healing items or equipment you might loan us so that we can collect payment?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Marik, the Trade Representative, decides to speak. \"Please, gentlemen, lets not be so hasty in negotiating payment. I'm sure we would be fine in providing some payment up front. How about we provide seventy-five gold pieces up front, with the rest upon confirmation that the job is finished?\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I can accept that, if no one else has any objections?\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Can't ask fairer than that, I'm sure, says Zerkz with an air of indifference." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Mr. Argant seems ready to swalllow his tongue, but says nothing.\n\n \"Alright then. Since we are in agreement, I'd say this meeting is over, unless there are further questions?\" Arius looks around the room briefly, seeing if anyone has anything further to add." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n Well, unless I missed it, you still haven't told us where these entrances are where we can start hunting them down. Other than that, I'm ready when everyone else is. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"The captain will provide you with a map of the area to assist in your endevours, after Dorian gets your payment out of the treasury. Any other questions?\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Is there a market where we could possibly look for healing items, or are there any that you could provide us with?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Can we wait for tomorrow before setting out? I'm rigged up for sailing and need a good 8 hours of sleep before switching over to anything else. Unless there happens to be a boat in these underground tunnels, I'm useless at the moment.\" \n\nThe dwarf points to his bracers as he speaks." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Mr. Alphinian answers quickly enough. \"There is an apothecary located near the blacksmith that should carry something of what you are looking for. As for resting up first, I'm sure you can get a room at the inn down by the pier. We'd like the job done quickly, but we'd prefer you not fail do to poor preperations.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "I'll head down to the apothecary and pick up a potion of cure light wounds- 50 gp, right? If you want me to RP it fine, but I'd honestly prefer to skip it. Then, I'll head to the inn and turn in." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Nodding to the city council, Felonius is going to accept his coins, heave his armor and backpack back up onto his back.\n\n \"Unless there is anything else to discuss, or any more info on the goblins that you can give us, I'll take my leave.\" \n\nIf none of the council has anything else to say, he'll head towards the inn." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n That all sounds great. I think I'll take some exercise before heading to the inn. \n\nHe looks the councilmen over once more, distrustfully, then adds:\n\n Oh, and call me crazy but, do you have any idea what might've triggered these raids? Seems strange that the buggers left you be for so long then suddenly started attacking people. \n \n Spoiler \nSense motive +5 on their answers.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Surprisingly, this time the one to answer is Faram, the Representative of Agriculture. The man answers in a surly, irritated tone. \"It wasn't us that stated this buisness, it was them. We've been clearing trees for wood for years, then all of a sudden they start ambushing our foresters and stab them full of holes. We've found three groups of foresters dead since this started, and we've done nothing to provoke them.\" \n\nZerkz\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou get the feeling that he doesn't like any of your group for some reason, but he believes what he's saying is true. Dispite this, you can't help but feel like there's something more going on, something strange.\n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nZerkz rises to his full, impressive height. He didn't much care for the man's tone, for more reasons than one. He raises his voice, but only slightly:\n\n Have you got something else you'd like to say to me? Cause it sounds like you do, and I'd really, really like to hear it. \n \n Spoiler \n Sense motive +5 on his answer.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The big man rises from his seat, fists clenched. \"If you want to hear it, then here it is: I don't think we need you at all. Our people built this town out of nothing. We've weathered everything the Storm has thrown at us, firestorms, rock showers, plague, and failed crops, and so far we've come through and to think that a bunch of midget barbarians is all it took to get the town to call for help is disgraceful. Feel glad that you even have a job. You can thank the rest of these cowards for that.\" With that Faram storms out of the building, slamming the door behind him.\n\nZerkz\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe man is genuinely irrate. By your best guess, the rest of the town council probably out voted him when deciding what to do about the goblins.\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"Calm down Zerkz.\" Groans Liam in a tone slightly less convincing than usual. \"Just because he isn't much more polite than you are doesn't mean he's hiding something.\" He then turns toward the council and adds \"I would, however, like to know why you are taking efforts to fortify the town when the attacks are being made against the foresters.\" \n\nEDIT: Nevermind, a few minutes too late." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"As long as I'm getting paid, I don't care much for your motivations. I can't say I'll attack innocents and noncombatants, but I'll make sure that the Goblins stay away. That's what you're paying me for.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Just cause they're hittin the foresters know, doesn't mean they won't be hittin the town. Better to spend a little extra on defense, then to be pullin daggers outta your kids bellies. Besides, this way, if anything bigger than a goblin tribe comes outta the storm, they're a little more prepared to deal with it.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nZerkz watches Faram's explosion with a bemused expression, allowing him to vent and storm out.\n\n I thought the vein on his head would explode. Some men do not react well to confrontation. Fortunately for you, we professionals know how to handle a challenge. " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n If everyone could calm down for a minute, I'm sure the question about the goblins' motivation was intended to provide us a rudimentary psychological profile of our opponents that could garner us an edge in either combat or negotiation. No offense or implication of lack was intended. Quietly, to Zerkz, Do calm down a bit; I need the money for this job. Also, phrasing's important if you want an answer. \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+9)[ 26 ] Diplomacy (big man)\n (1d20+9)[ 13 ] Diplomacy (Zerkz)\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"Great, we've been employed for less than an hour and you've already managed to get one of the people employing us to wish they hadn't. I'm going to go make plans for how to fight the goblins effectively. Try not to get anybody else angry with us.\" After saying this, Liam leaves the building and heads toward the inn." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"Please excuse Faram. He can be somewhat hot-headed at times. Now, unless there is something else you'd like to ask, I believe we can ajourn this meeting.\" Arius pauses for a moment to make sure there are no more questions, then rises from his chair. \"If you'll excuse me, I have buisness to attend to.\" He makes his exit further into the house. The remaining council members each stand and excuse themselves as well, leaving through the front door.\n\n(It's hard to make Diplomacy checks on people who arn't here. Faram's already left the room.)" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n \nExcuse me for speaking plainly, but if that blowhard had his way, we'd all still be back at Reach begging for supper. Now, if you don't mind, I have an early appointment with some goblins in the morning.\n \n\nExit stage left." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "See Kardrak's earlier actions." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "After collecting your pay from Mr. Argant and a servicable map from the Captain, you all are able to find the inn the Marik mentioned with relative ease, as its the only inn in town. The place is a small, well-kept two story wooden building with a sign hanging over the door depicting a man dangling by one arm over a cliff with lettering under the sign proclaiming this the Over the Edge.\n\nInside, the common room is mostly empty of people. A few patrons sit here and there, drinking and talking with friends. Unlike most dock-side taverns, the place looks entirely reputable, but then this is an out of the way farming town, not a bustling port.\n\nWhen you inquire about the price for a room for the night from the bartender, you find out that rooms are five silver pieces a night. There is plenty of time left in the day still to track down any gear you may want to buy, as it is only early afternoon." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Kardrak'll sit in a chair, order a beer and some dinner, and talk with anyone willing to strike up a conversation. If no one talks, however, he'll stay silent." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz will purchase some adventuring equipment: Rope, backpack, bedroll, flint+steel, torches. Then, he reports to the inn and tries to scare up a game of darts with anyone who will play him. If he loses, he'll falsely claim that he's never played the game before." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "After renting a room for the night, and stowing his gear, Felonius is going to dig out his Smithing tools. Coming back down stairs, he's going to nod to anyone in the common room.\n\n \"I'll be at the forge if you need me\" \n\nExiting the inn, he'll then proceed to the forge and see if there is any place he can assist. He'll spend the rest of the day there unless someone comes and gets him." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n Hmm, apparently aside from the farming representative these people are calmer than most. Thinks Liam as he enters the inn. He purchases a drink, preffering flavor over alchohol content, and asks the bartender \"Do you know if there's a library or some similar place in town? I'm one of the ones who've been hired to handle the goblin problem, and a bit more informationon what to expect is never a bad thing.\" \n\nIf the bartender tells him that there is one, he'll pay for his drink and go to the library to look for information, both about the usual actions of the goblins, and if there are any dragons or related species on Broken Edge. If there is no library, he'll compete with Zerks in the dart game." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Zerks: One of the patrons, accepts your challenge. Make a 4 ranged attack rolls.\nDart1: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nDart2: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \nDart3: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \nDart4: (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n Kadarak: Meal will be three silvers. It consists of fresh bread, stew, and your choice of drink. The stew is quite good, althoug you couldn't say what kind of meat its made from.\n\n Felonius: When you enter the shop, the sound of hammering on steel is deafening. A brawny woman in a leather apron and rough shirt stands over the anvil, rough-shaping a spear point with a heavy hammer and tongs. A young boy, apparently an appentice, works the bellows to keep the coals hot and their temperature steady. The woman returns the cooling metal to the heat, then turns to you. Raising her voice to be heard over the whoosh of the bellows, she says \"What do you want?\" \n Liam: \"Library? Nothing in town like that. What use would we have for one? As for the goblins, I know about as much as anyone does. Anything you need to know?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Stopped in to ask if you needed any assistance, and if not, if you got a spare forge I could set-up at.\" He holds up his gear, \"Just got in off the boat, and its been awhile since I've pounded some metal\" \n\nHe nods at the boy before moving to examine her work." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Dart 1 - (d20-1)[ 14 ] \n Dart 2 - (d20-1)[ 8 ] \n Dart 3 - (d20-1)[ 16 ] \n Dart 4 - (d20-1)[ 6 ] \n \nA tie! Not bad considering this is my first time playing. You're not half bad, though. Play again, the loser buys a round? " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"I could use the assistance. I'm backed up with orders from the town guard since this goblin problem started. Let me see what you can do, and maybe I'll give you some work. See what you can do with finishing off that spear head.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I'm mainly wondering what kind of tactics they use in combat, assuming anyone has whitnessed them. I would also like to know if there have been any actions taken by the people of Broken Edge that the goblins have shown a strong distaste for.\" states Liam, hoping to gain some insight on what to prepare for." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Spearhead eh? Haven't done these in awhile.\" Grinning the dwarf is going to spin his hammer in his hand before grabbing his tongs and stepping up to the forge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCraft(Weapon) (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \n \n\n \"So, these goblins everyone seems to be worried about, what's the story?\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Zerkz's third dart quivers in the wood next to Kardrak's head-\n \"Nice throw, Zerkz.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "If he agrees to the challenge, I'll manifest metaphysical weapon on my next four darts:\n\n Metaphysical Dart 1 - (d20)[ 20 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 2 - (d20)[ 8 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 3 - (d20)[ 2 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 4 - (d20)[ 19 ] \n \n Spoiler \nToo slow Rogue 7, had a brain storm and revised my idea. Also, if the guy doesn't agree to my challenge, no darts are thrown at all.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Rogue 7 \n I dunno, that two might still count... \n \n\nTouche.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI dunno, that two might still count...\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " \n Spoiler \nBut not the NPC's natural 1 on HIS third dart? Granted it is effectively a four, but it's still a fumble.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Missed that one. I'll just say I was eating and missed it.😉\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Zerks: \"Sure, why not. I don't mind a free drink.\" The patron, an older man with greying hair and steady hands, collects the darts and throws again.\nDart1: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \nDart2: (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \nDart3: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nDart4: (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n \"Looks like this round's on you, my friend.\" \n Liam: \"For us to know what tactics they use, we'd need to have survivors. We haven't had more than short encounters with the goblins, at least not until the started killing anyone who went near the forrest, so knowing if they dislike anything we're doing would be kinda hard.\" \n Felonius: She talks as you work. \"The goblins started killing anyone who near the forest about a month ago. At first, people just vanished without a trace. We thought they might have gotten lost in the woods, but then our best hunters disapeared. Then everyone thought that it might be some kind of storm-spawned creature carrying them off. We stopped letting anyone go to the forest alone, and made sure no one went too far in. Then, about a week ago, we found the forresters. They were out cutting wood for the cold season, but they never came back. We found the bodies this time. They'd been stabbed to death by spears. That's when they started construction on the pallisade. The work parties take a contingient of guards with them when they have to cut more logs, and no one thinks of going into the woods anymore.\" \n\nWhen you finish with the spear head, she examines it carefully. \"Not bad work, for a show off. You'll do.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I suppose that makes sense. I thought there might have been more minor conflicts before this started. Usually there is at least some form of noteworthy anger or threat before senseless murder of everybody who comes within a certain area.\" he says after hearing the bartender's reply, then after a moment of considderation he adds \" If there haven't been any survivors who've seen the goblins fight, how do you know that the goblins are responsible? Have the goblins done anything to indicate that they're the ones behind the attacks, or is there simply nobody else it could be?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Liam: \"The bodies of the forresters were found stabbed to death by small, stone spears. Who could be using those but the goblins?\" " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n\nArriving shortly after the others, Kleitos found the dart game the most immediately entertaining thing in the tavern and watched the match with interest. Seeing Zerks' loss, Kleitos quickly steps up to the victorious patron.\n\n Like my friend said, he's new at this. Mind giving me a chance to cut his losses? One round, double or nothing. To make it worth your while, I win: you buy 1 round for me and my friend; you win, I buy the three of us two rounds and you can tell us how else a man has fun in this city, deal? Kleitos retrieves the darts from the board and steps to the line thinking Well, I may be buying, but eh, all in good fun and I owe Zerks a bit any way for dialing back his speech to the council \n\nIf he accepts and Zerks doesn't stop me:\n (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Kleitos: \"Your on, although this is all the fun in this town right here.\" \nDart1: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nDart2: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \nDart3: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \nDart4: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n \"You two should come here more often.\" " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \nSignaling for three beers to be brought over, Well, have to see how tomorrow goes. We may be here a while or we may be done in a day or two. Kleitos pays for the beers when they arrive." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"To be honest, anything with hands.\" States Liam bluntly \"It doesn't even need to know how to work stone if it can steal from the goblins. The only evidence there is that the goblins are even involved is that they use the same weaponry, and stone spears are probably the second most simple weapon there is. I'm not saying they aren't responsible, I'm saying they might not be. The only thing that would weigh on me more than convincing the people that they're safe when they really aren't would be killing a score and a half of innocents in the process.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Kleitos: The bartender brings over three tankards of ale, and collects his silver piece. \"What brings you to Broken Edge?\" \n Liam: \"We've lived on this rock for more than twenty years and haven't seen anything else on this rock that could have done this. Why would anyone want to make it look like goblins killed the forresters?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Felonius:\n\nBack in the forge.\n \"Like I said, its been awhile since I've gotten to pound metal.\" Grinning he's going to twirl his hammer again, \"but I'm fairly certain I've gotten all the kinks out now\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCraft Weapon (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n \n\n \n\"Bloody goblins, never can trust the little buggers. Odd though that you only ever found one group of bodies... How many people have been lost?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Felonius: The woman goes back to work, sticking several new bars of steel in the coals to heat. \"We found the bodies all on the same day. All three groups of foresters working that day were killed. As for how many we've lost, about twenty people so far, if you count the ones that went missing in the woods.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"If they're the only others on this rock who have hands, I guess it makes more sense to assume it was them than to assume the village's people were responsible. I was just saying that if there is, or even might be, something else that could be responsible, I wouldn't want to slaughter the goblins until i had slightly more evidence it was them.\" He pays for his drink, then looks to Zerkz and Kleitos and asks \"Would either of you be willing to compete with me, or do I have to take on the one who is actually good at it?\" \n\nIf either of them, or the old guy, accepts the challenge, my rolls are:\n\n dart 1 - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n dart 2 - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n dart 3 - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n dart 4 - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n\nNot the best, but better than the other two have been doing." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz pays for a second round of beers. He's more than willing to settle his debts. To the old man:\n\n So what do you make of this goblin business? On the outside, seems pretty cut and dry, but I get a sense there's more than meets the eye here. \n\nAfter he gets his answer, he'll toss a few darts with Liam:\n\n Metaphysical Dart 1 - (d20+1)[ 5 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 2 - (d20+1)[ 21 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 3 - (d20+1)[ 2 ] \n Metaphysical Dart 4 - (d20+1)[ 19 ] \n Nice! Drinks on me anyway. Don't want you to think I'm a total ass- I got nothing against any'a you, by the way. It's those councilmen, they drive me crazy with their endless yammering. Like they say, how can you tell when a politician's lying? His mouth's moving. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man's voice grows soft and a little husky at the question. \"This goblin buisness has been a sad affair. I'm a carpenter by trade, so I knew most of the forresters that were killed. I lost some good friends that day, and I want to know why. I've lived on the same rock for the last twenty-four years, and in all that time we've had no trouble with the goblins at all. It just doesn't make any sense to me either. If they wanted us gone, they could have wiped us out easily eight years ago when the rock shower slammed into town.\" \n\nThe man perks up as he changes the subject. \"As for the town council, they seem to do their best. They've managed to get re-elected every year for the last few years. Dorian Argant is probably the most disliked of them all, but he has a level head when it comes to money.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Increasingly concerned by the number of darts flying in his direction, Kardrak finishes his beer, and heads on up to bed, knowing that getting a good night's sleep will be important for the mission tomorrow." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " Felonius: As the sun sets below the plane of Broken Edge, the smith calls a halt to the work. Diggin in a small leather pouch tied to her waist, she pulls out a few coins (1 gp and 2 sp) and hands them to you. \"Thanks for the help today.\" \n Everyone: You all settle in for the night. The rooms are nothing special, with just a bed with a straw matress, but at least they are better than accomodations aboard the aethership that got you here. You awake to the sounds of people commencing with the work of the day once more, the clang of the blacksmith's hammar, the sound of people talking, and the slightly more ominous sound of saws and shovels coming from where the pallisade is being errected." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz prepares himself for the days work, doing a few exercises then going downstairs for breakfast." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Soulmelds\n \n Spoiler \n\nAdamant Pauldrons shaped to Shoulders\nDissolving Spittle shaped to Throat\n \n\n\n\nBuckling on his armor and grabbing his pile of equipment, Felonius heads downstairs towards the common. Grabbing a table, he drops his shield and backpack down beside his chair, before ordering whatever the kitchens cooking for breakfast." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Kardrak wakes up, stretches out, meditates, and heads downstairs to begin the day.\n\nTaking 20 to obtain psionic focus." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam thinks about the attacks for nearly ten minutes before donning his chainshirt and steel cap. He then goes down the stairs and orders a meal. He sits near Kardrak and Felonius and begins to speak. \"Do we have a plan of action? Personally I think we should go into the forrest instead of the caves. I'm not entirely sure the goblins are responsible at all, and either way they'll be more familiar with the terrain than we are. It just makes more sense to me to search the place where the killing occurred than to kill the suspects in their home.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Hint:\n \n Spoiler \n\nDid everyone forget about the map you were given?\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n\nKleitos wakes up, reminds himself that gambling is not always wise, but is always fun (and best done after receiving payment so you know you can afford it. After making sure he hasn't lost any of his equipment, he heads downstairs in time to hear Liam's suggestion. Well, on the one hand, we've been hired to kill goblins, not solve mysteries and we've got a map of the caves where the goblins are supposed to be. On the other hand, it shouldn't be hard to find where the killings happened and potentially track more directly from there to the homes of the killers. I'm fine with either plan. " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"We've been hired to put a stop to the attacks. The goblin slaying isn't our job, simply what they believe it will be likely to necessitate. Like I said The goblins are familiar with the caves, whatever is making the attacks in the forrest, goblin or not, is familiar with the forest. If the terrain doesn't change the fact that We will be less familiar with it than they are, I see no point in attacking the ones who are probably resopnsible instead of searching for the ones who are certainly responsible.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"What's a few goblins in the long run, they breed faster then rabbits anyways. But lets see this map we got, it'll at least give us an idea of where we're headed.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The map is crude, but servicable, and seems to be roughly to scale. It clearly shows the layout of the town, the surrounding farmlands, and the edge of the planet. The town sits along the south western edge of the planet. To the north of town, the terrain apparently turns to forested hills after several miles, while to the west the farmland extends to the edge of the woods, roughly 20 miles from the edge of town.\n\nThe entrances to the cave system are clearly marked. There are three of them all of them withing about a mile of each other. One entrance is about 25 miles due east of Broken Edge, with the other two to the northeast and southeast of the first. The northeast entrance seems to be in the begining of some rolling hills, while the southeast entrance is the furthest away from town." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz\n\n Maybe a day's trek out into the forest to see what we can turn up would be wise. If we find nothing, I think we should head to the caves. " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"You mean head north, check out the forest, see what we can find, and then head for the northeastern most of the caves?\" Felonius nods slightly, \"Not what I set up for today, was planning on mashing some goblins, but it's a good plan.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"I concur- that sounds reasonable.\" " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n Works for me " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam looks at the map and thinks for a bit. \"That certainly does seem like a good plan, but we should probably invest in a few tents. Even if we weren't going to go into the forest, the nearest cave seems over a day's walk away. The way I see it we should go into the forest, head east from there, and If we don't find anything in the forest we set up camp and go to the caves tommorrow.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMaybe not applicable in this case for some reason, but according to the PHB, a human with a light load can walk 24 miles a day, and as a Boy Scout I feel I'm qualified to say that even that is pushing it.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Agreed. Liam, would you care to split one between us? I don't snore.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "icedragons\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe DMG's figures are based off the physics of the D&D world. Walking in D&D is the same as taking a single move action each round and no other actions, meaning an unencumbered human can walk 30 ft in 6 seconds. D&D uses a 6000 ft mile (I crunched the numbers to figure this out), so it takes a human 20 minutes to walk one mile. This a human with a 30 ft movement speed covers 3 miles an hour, or 24 miles in one day. It wouldn't work in the real world, but in D&D it works fine.\n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Cramped quarters. One of the only situations where size is a disadvantage. I suppose I should by my own tent, no? " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC:(So, everyone is buying tents and heading to the forests north of town. Is there anything in particular you are attempting to find?)" }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "((Dead bodies, I think. That or anything that might look like the Goblins didn't do it.))" }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": "((I was thinking more along the lines of looking for where attacks may have been made, trying to find footprints and compare them to goblinoid footprints, hoping that whatever has been attacking anything they believed they could kill misjudges us, things like that.))" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "((Or, perhaps even better, to provoke an attack from the monsters responsible))" }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Gaurd Juris \n ((Or, perhaps even better, to provoke an attack from the monsters responsible)) \n \n\n((Actually, that's fifty percent of \"hoping that whatever has been attacking anything they believed they could kill misjudges us\" The other fifty percent is them deciding not to attack us if they are out of our league. 😁 ))" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Everyone gears up for the excursion to the forest, purchasing whatever supplies they need before heading out. The trip is not terribly long or difficult, the rutted logging road being fairly well maintained, and you soon arrive in the forest. The trees, tall pines and spruces with groves of aspens spread through out, seem tranquil for a place where so much trouble has origionated.\n\nUsing the map, you are able to locate the nearest place where one of the forester teams was killed. The area shows the signs of long work. Tree stumps dot the clearing, and the ground has been rutted and packed hard by the wheels of timber wagons. Here and there, however, one can find signs of a struggle. Tools scattered in haste and not recovered lie here and there next to partialy cut trees, and dotted about the clearing can be seen evidence of bloodstains." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam looks over the area of the struggle, searching for footprints of whatever made the attacks. If he finds anything he will alert the others to it's presence.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search for footprints - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Felonius is going to prowl around the perimeter of site, shield and morning star out, keeping his eyes looking out to spot any advancing trouble." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz is on guard." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Axes out, examining the area for anything suspicious.\n\nSpot:\n (1d20+3)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "After a few minutes searching the ground for tracks, Liam doesn't find any distinctive footprints. The ground is covered with wheel ruts and plenty of human footprints, but finding any other sort of tracks will take either more time or alot of luck.\n\nMeanwhile, the only thing visible in the woods beside the trees is the occasional bird or squirrel." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Well, either we scour the area with a fine-toothed comb or try to make ourselves a bit more conspicuous. Whatdya say? " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"If we head in the general direction of the caves, making loud noises, that will probably do it. We will, of course, need to post a guard tonight.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"As good as patience is, I doubt it will get us far here. Let's continue eastward. However, if we plan to provoke them, let's stay close together.\" Liam concentrates for a split second on protecting his allies, and a weak protective aura begins to emit from him.\n\n((Activating toughness aura, the group gains DR 1/magic while within 30 feet of Liam.))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Felonius shrugs and spits, burning a small hole into the ground.\n \n\"Yeah, this was really eventful, lets head towards those caves and see what we can see.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nAs we head toward the caves, Zerkz sings loudly (and badly) a rowdy bar song.\n\n In the city of Reach\nWhere the girls are so pretty\nI found one to teach\nme the way of the city\n\nShe showed me the uptown\nShe showed me the slums\nShe showed me the downtown\nThen she showed me her bum!\n\n...it goes on. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The party treks eastward towards the cave entrances. The forest seems fairly normal, with the simple sounds of chirping birds and chattering squirrels and chipmunks. Everyone make a Spot check." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSpot Check: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\nFelonius rolls his eyes at Zerks\n \"If yer gonna sing that badly, could you at least ruin a better song?\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Kardrak attempts to counter Zerkz's song by humming a tune of his own-\n \n\"...It's a long, long way to Ba Sing Se,\nBut the girls in the city are oh so pretty...\" \n((OOC- cookie for the reference))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot Check\n (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC: Avatar, the Last Airbender, sung by Uncle Iroh during the first season I believe. Possibly second season. I believe he was playing a mandolin like instrument at the time." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "((OOC- you are correct, sir! A cookie for this man! I think it was the first time he and Zuko were alone during the second season- \"Nothing like a fat man dancing for his dinner!\" Been keeping up with season 3?))" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYeah, pretty much. I can't wait for Zuko to start teaching Aeng firebending. That seems what the series is setting up for right now.\nLets move further conversation to the OOC thread.\n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Spot:\n\n (d20+2)[ 22 ] \n \n Spoiler \nNice! Oh, and that episode is from season 2, not 1.\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " spot - (1d20)[ 3 ] \n Liam \n \"As enjoyable as songs may be, I'd prefer songs by somebody other than the tonedeff giant who only knows the songs he learned in bars.\" Notes Liam, covering his ears as he speaks. \"I think you may be trying to irritate the wrong people.\" \n\nEdit: Can I have that be a listen check instead? [/joking]" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Zerkz\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou spot a small mole burrowing up from underground in the brush. It looks fairly normal, until you see its beady little eyes take on a silvery glow.\n \n\n\nEveryone can now make Listen checks if they want (although you may want to fail them to try and block out Zerkz singing)." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nListen = (1d20+2)[ 5 ] Minus any negatives for the singing.\n \n\n\nThe dwarf reaches into his pack, and comes out with a small ball of cotton, which he separates and shoves into his ears to block out the singing." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "I'm going to intentionally fail that one. Humming to myself to keep that awful tune out of my head." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20)[ 13 ] Plus whatever probably nonexistant bonuses I get for trying to concentrate on any sound other than Zerkz singing.\n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nThe big warrior stops singing and holds up a large, gnarled fist signaling silence and caution.\n\n Mark that creature... We're being watched, gents, and I think I was right before- there is something more than meets the eye going on here. Some sorcery... \n\nHe indicates the strange mole in the bushes.\n\n Quickly, somebody smarter and faster than me, snag it before it gets away and reports to its master. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Kardrak stops his humming and stands ready, bringing his arm back to throw his handaxe if he so needs.\n\n \"A mole? Overly suspicious there, friend. Still, better safe than sorry. I don't qualify as \"fast\", by any means, so someone else should do that. " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n No mere mole, I'm positive on this one. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Now that Zerkz has pointed it out, the mole is readily apparent. The little animal is sitting inside its hole with only its head and shoulders above ground. It looks rather ordinary, except for the silvery glow coming from its beady little eyes." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Wish I were a gnome right about now. Heard they had some weird thing with burrowers. Do we want to try and surround it?\" \n\nKardrak'll gradually move to get behind the mole, and cautiously motions with his axes for the others to do the same." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "While your group focuses upon the strange little mole in front of you, an arc of black energy erupts from the undergrowth behind you and connects with Klietos (make a Will save). The source of the energy is another small mole, previously hidden in the brush. Everyone can roll Inititive and their first action." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nEsssentia:\n1 Dissolving Spittle, 1 Admant Pauldrons.\n \n\n\nFelonius moves until he gets within 30 feet of the first mole and then hocks a ball of spit at it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n (2d6)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"What is going on? Magical vermin?\" Shouts Liam as he approaches the attacking mole and attempts to impale it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n \nWhy that little... \n\nZerkz charges the thing and unleashes a mighty blow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll=initiative]1d20[/roll]\n[roll=attack]1d20+5[/roll]\nin case of hit:\n damage - (3d6+7)[ 20 ] \n\nEdit: I have no idea why those first two rolls didn't work. You can roll for me, or let me know what the heck I did wrong.\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nOops. I made a couple mistakes. The spear, being two handed, should do one more damage. I also forgot to roll for initiative.\n initiative - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \nAlso: 20 Damage? At level 1? Liam was right when he decided he really would not want to get in a fight with Zerkz!\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nZerks is effectively a 2nd level character right now and is wielding a sword that is bigger than he is. He should deal alot of damage.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " Kardrak \nInitiative- (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n\nCursing loudly, Kardrak runs up to the mole/whatever shot Kleitos (depending on initiative- if he goes first and no one has gone to the mole, he'll attack that one, if there are people there, he'll attack the second one.\n\n (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n (1d8+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAnybody care to explain what I did wrong writing my dice tags? I'd like to know if my mighty blow hit!\n\nAnd yeah, Zerkz has a +1LA making him big strong man. Swinging giant sword? Yes. Darts and singing, FAIL.\n\nOh, and if I drop this thing I get a cleave attack on the other bugger, I think. Is it within 5 feet?\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Gaurd Juris \n \n Spoiler \nAnybody care to explain what I did wrong writing my dice tags? I'd like to know if my mighty blow hit!\n\nAnd yeah, Zerkz has a +1LA making him big strong man. Swinging giant sword? Yes. Darts and singing, FAIL.\n\nOh, and if I drop this thing I get a cleave attack on the other bugger, I think. Is it within 5 feet?\n \n \n \n\nAnswer:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLooks like you editted them in, which the forum roller won't allow. I'll just roll them using my home dice for you for now. You get a 2 for Inititive, but a 21 to hit. No, they arn't withing 5 feet of one another. They are more like 30 feet apart, with you in the middle.\n \n\n\nSince Playswithfire will be gone until the end of this week, I'll just NPC him for now.\n\nInititive:\nKlietos: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nMoles: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n\nWill Save: (1d20)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Attack: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \nDamage: (1d8)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Inititive 16: Kleitos mentaly shrugs off the effects of the black energy and whirls around, firing at the mole attacking him. Sadly, he whirls too far, and his shot is wide.\n\nInititive 12: Both moles project arcs of black energy. One again assaults the mind of Kleitos, while the other attacks Kardrak. (Make a Will save)\nKlietos Will Save: (1d20)[ 5 ] \n\nInititive 12: Felonius hawks a glob of green spittle at the nearest mole, dissolving the little animal into a steaming puddle in seconds.\n\nInititive 11: Kardrak axe splits the remaining creature in half with a swift stroke of his axes.\n\n(Sadly, Zerks and Liam are unable to act before the moles have been finished off. 60 Xp for everyone, including Kleitos.)" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n At least they're lightweights. The councilors didn't tell us anything about that that, though. Maybe we should search the area for more of them. Or we should go back to town to tell them about this. Or both, in either order. Can anybody here track? " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Kardarak\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou think that the moles are Brain Moles, a creature that feeds on psychic energy when it can. The creatures are fairly common psionic pests.\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I'd rather not needlessly prolong our trip Zerkz. I doubt these vermin can use spears, so they probably aren't responsible for the attacks, and since they attacked without being provoked, I doubt we'll have to search for more of them if there are more of them to be found. We should simply continue with our plan, preferrably without musical aid, and ask about the moles once we've solved the problem of the attacks.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n You're the boss, boss. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Unless any of these vermin are psionic, I doubt that the villagers will encounter much trouble. I think these are called Brain Moles- they're attracted to psionics, which I posess. Probably my fault they attacked, but no one seems to be any worse for wear.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Could Kardarak please make a Will Save, like I asked earlier?" }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Whoops, sorry.\n\nWill Save: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Kardarak shrugs off the attempted theft of his mental energies, but Kleitos is not so lucky. His reserve of power points was completely drained by the second mole." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nZerkz looks at Kleitos suffering from the drain.\n\n You look tired, friend. We don't need to go on without you- do we? " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "((Grr; darn moles; back from vacation))\n\n Kleitos \n\nBriefly stumbling from the mental assault, Kleitos looks at the others and says Well, I didn't have much to offer psionically anyway, but it's not going to be anything now. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"If you're sure, shall we continue until we reach the caves?\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I don't know much about these psionic powers, but I'd suggest we continue with our plan unless doing so would be harmful to Kleitos. That is to say, moreso than it already is likely to be to all of us. Kleitos, you're the only one this problem currently affects, what do you think we should do?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Hocking up another ball of spit to dissolve what's left of the second brainmole, Felonius shrugs and turns back to the rest of the group.\n\n \"I've got no qualms about proceeding, faster we finish this the better for the town.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Which of the three cavern entrances are you heading towards?)" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI think whichever is closest to our current local, i.e. the place where the woodcutters were attacked in the forest. If anybody has a better suggestion, feel free to overrule.\n " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAye, I think so. I've got a hunch that it's the north entrance, but I don't know for sure.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n I'll be fine. Let's get going. \n \n Spoiler \nClosest cave sounds fine to me\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "As your group moves deeper into the forest the sounds of the forest begin to fade, becoming quieter the farther you travel towards the nearest cave entrance. With the danger of goblin ambushes ever present, the silence is eerie. (New Spot checks please)" }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " spot - (1d20)[ 20 ] \n Liam \n\nGlad that the mole's attack left Kleitos mostly unharmed, Liamcontinues looking for anything which might be a threat. The silence barely bothers him when he considders Zerkz's alternative." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n\nEmbarrassed that he was the only one affected, Kleitos begins searching around for new threats\n\nSpot (me) (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \nSpot (psicrystal) (1d20+4)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "Kardrak proceeds cautiously, waiting and ready, scanning for any threat.\nspot: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nWarily, Zerkz continues on.\n\n spot - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Whistling to himself, Felonius pulls the cotton wads out of his ears and continues on with the rest of the group.\n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "A sudden cold darkness descends upon the entire group and you hear a high pitched chittering sound. The shadow seems to suck the heat straight from your bodies. Sitting in a nearby tree, red eyes gleaming even through the supernatural shadow, are a pair of what look like black squirrels, staring at you malevolently.\n\n(Taking the shortcut of rolling Inititive and saves for everyone)\n \n Spoiler \n\nZerkz\nInititive: (1d20-6)[ 8 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n\nKardrak\nInititive: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n\nLiam\nInititive: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n\nKlietos\nInititive: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n\nVathral\nInititive: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n\nSquirrels\nInititive: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \nDamge: (2d6)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nZerkz and Liam each take a point of Strength damage from the numbing cold, and everyone takes 9 points of cold damage." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n\nThe big warrior grimaces as his vital life force is drained. By the void... those little buggers. \n \n Spoiler \nHow high up are the evil squirrels? If it's at all reasonable, Zerkz will charge and jump to attack one. Even without a 20 foot running start, it's in the realm of possibility to hit one if its under 20 feet up. If the thing is higher than that, he'll use a double move to climb the distance. If, however, a squirrel appears at ground level, he will charge and attack that one. If it's impossible to hit any of them, he'll simply take full defense.\n\nIn any case here are his rolls:\n\nIn case of a jump - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nIn case of a climb - (1d20)[ 10 ] \nIn case of an attack - (1d20+4)[ 15 ] (add 2 if he can charge)\nIn case of damage - (3d6+6)[ 15 ] \n\nYeesh, I hope there's no call to jump, although given Zerkz height, he'll probably still get it if the thing is 10 or 11 feet up.\n " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nWith his pain, the aura around Liam swiftly changes to a more sothing effect. (assuming they haven't all been killed by initiative 9) Liam charges at the squirrels attempting to impale one and shouts \"First there are psychic moles, now there are spellcasting squirrels? What's next? Archer porcupines?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] +2 if able to charge the squirrels.\n damage - (1d8+4)[ 10 ] \nActivating Vigor aura.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo rolls for Felonius?\nEssentia: 1 point Dissolving, 1 Point Admant\n \n\n\nMuttering under his breath, Felonius spits again at the newest rodent to attempt to attack him. \"Well, at least everything seems to be coming in pairs\" \n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Touch (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (2d6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Sorry about that.)\n \n Spoiler \n\nFelonius\nInititive: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n \n\nFelonius gets to enjoy the dubious honor of taking 1 point of Strength damage along with Zerks and Liam." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Blue Blistering Barnacles! If this is the small wildlife, I'd hate to have to deal with the big ones!\" \nKardrak lets out a sulphurous curse and\n\na. Attempts to charge the squirrels.\n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] (add 2 if charging)\n (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n\nb. If they're out of range, he'll drop his axes, pull out his bow, and attempt to shoot the little buggers.\n (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d6)[ 6 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC- yes, I will be emulating Captain Haddock's form of swearing for this game. Sailor motif, you see.\n " }, { "author": "Methalor", "message": " \n Spoiler \n9 points of damage?! I'm at -4 and falling....\n \n\n\nAs the cold overwhelmed him, Vathral crumpled to the ground, stunned. He could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away as he felt his heart slow from the mindnumbing chill. He could not squeak out a plea for help, only grunt as his knees involuntarily bent and he was sent, crashing, to the ground. Darkness set in, and he knew no more of what transpired." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n\nDoing his best to shrug off the cold, Kleitos readies his crossbow and fires at the closest squirrel.\n\nAttack (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \nDamage (1d8)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Chittering exitedly, the two squirrels break their gaze from you. As you watch, the darkness blanketing the area coalesces with supernatural swiftness into small nodules of blackness, which the squirrels clutch in their small paws. The small creatures scamper up into the branches of the tree.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHide: (1d20+19)[ 39 ] \nHide: (1d20+19)[ 28 ] \n \n\n\n(I must appologize for using these creatures. Apparently, they were intended to be used as a mass challenge for higher level parties, not as a minor challenge for a low level party. As a consolation prize, 50 xp to everyone.)" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n Blazes! This forest is a death trap! Goblins are obviously the least of these people's worries. \n\nZerkz makes an attempt to spot the squirrels or anything else that might attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n \n\n\nWhen he doesn't see anything and everybody has benefited from Liam's vigor aura:\n \nThat's fine. I still feel strong enough to fight off some pipsqueak goblins, unless the rest of you are too hurt to go on. " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I'm not as well as I could be, but I've been worse. It was certainly humiliating to be harmed so badly by a squirrel, but It'll probably be worth it to be able to tell tte council that the rodents are the most dangerous thing on this rock.\" States Liam, who begins to grin at the end. He checks to see if the rest of the group has recovered as much as they can before continuing. \"We've been walking through this forrest for hours and the only things we've seen are hostile vermin. Let's continue on toward our destination before those rodents come back.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "After more travel, the forest becomes less oppressive, especialy after you move out of the hills. The sun is begining to dip beneath the rim of the planet as you finaly come to where the map says the cave entrance should be.\n\nIn the middle of a clearing in the trees lies a large sinkhole. Looking like nothing so much as a large hole in the ground, it decends about 10 feet before meeting stone. A large crack, wide enough that a medium sized creature could squeeze down with some difficulty, decends even further into the earth." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " Kardrak \n \"Shall we set up camp and get a night's sleep before we head down and start attacking gobbos?\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n I see they were using the term entrance loosely. The hulking warrior makes a deferential nod to Liam. What'dya say boss? " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"We traveled very far today and those squirrels caused some suffering for all of us. I think a night of rest before the confrontation will be appropriate, though I would not suggest setting up camp directly outside the cave inhabited by the likely murderors.\" Liam states, smiling at Zerkz's nod." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wandering over towards the hole, Felonius is going to run his eyes over the stone, searching too see if it appears to have been worked, or if there are any potential traps.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch Check: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] +2 wis, +2 Stonecunning\nIf Possible, I'll take 20, which equals a 24.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The stone apears to be mostly unworked. Evidence of footholds chipped into the rock can be seen, as well as the wear of years of creatures using the entrance." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Yep this is definitely an entrance to somethin, see how the occupants have chipped out grooves here and here\" He points to them with the head of his morningstar. \"Doesn't seem to be trapped though, which is a point in our favor.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n So let's put a little distance between us and this hole. I'll take first watch. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "You find a spot to settle down for the night not too far from the entrance. You set up watches, but the night passes rather uneventfully. The sun rises, and you feel refreshed, although still sore from the attack of those black squirrels yesterday." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"Okay, is everybody ready to do what we're being paid for? Who knows, if the goblins are responsible, perhaps this expedition will also serve to explain how one can travel through that forest without attacks from magical vermin.\" Laughing slightly, he mentally prepares himself for the coming conflict, and waits patiently for anyone who may need an extra hour for preparations." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Shall we decide on the order in which we march into the abyss? I would personally nominate the Giant to lead, but if you have any objections, Zerkz, it's not a problem. I'll personally take the rear.\" \n\nKardrak will also take 20 to gain psionic focus." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n I wouldn't have it any other way. \n\nThe mighty warrior grins and hefts his massive sword." }, { "author": "Methalor", "message": "\"As the experience with those squirrels taught me, my body is not near as resilient as I might have hoped. My powers work best removed from the front line, so I would suggest I be closer to the rear.\"" }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n I'll follow behind Zerkz, if that's acceptable, and do my best to spot trouble before it can surprise us " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSoulmelds and Essentia\nDissolving Spittle: 0\nTheft Gloves: 0\nAzure Toughness: 1\n1 Free\n \n\n \"I'm fine in the middle, but if you think there is the possibility of a trap or such, let me get a look at it first.\" " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I guess that places me in the middle as well, which suits me and my talents perfectly. If we've decided on our order, then lets go. Also, when we meet the goblins, remember that we are niether paid by the head nor sure that they're responsible, at least give them a chance to talk.\" Liam gathers his possessions and, with his armor donned and a spear in his hands, prepares to enter the caves." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Got it. So, that's Zerkz, Kleitos, Felonius, Liam, Vathral, and Myself?\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n \nSounds good to me. Let's do this. " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Your descent into the caverns is uneventful. The hole is large enough that a human or similarly sized creature can squeeze through, though with difficulty. As you are in no rush, you manage it eventualy. Watching Zerkz get through the hole might have been comical, if the task ahead of you wasn't so grim.\n\nOnce inside, the lack of natural light becomes aparent. Those of you with darkvision can see that the tunnel is clearly natural, but the floor is worn by the passing of countless feet. For those without, you can see nothing but the tunnel overhead." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Anyone else got a torch?\" \n\nKardrak will pull one out and light it with a bit of flint and steel." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz lights a torch as well and passes it backwards, favoring his great sword over the brand." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " A torch is a good way for us to get spotted in advance, and walk into an ambush. So be careful of how much of that light you let show. " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"I have a few sunrods, but I don't think that will be necessary if we have two torches lit. Felonius, while you are right, a torch is fairly revealing, I doubt we could get far without alerting the goblins to our presence anyway. It might be best not to sneak at all.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "It is noticably cooler inside the cave than in the forest below, even in the cool of morning. The flickering torchlight throws strange shadows across the walls, making the walls seem to shift and ripple. The tunnel is fairly straight and slopes gradualy downward, heading to the east as far as you can see. The cieling is low, so the taller people amoung the group must stoop slightly to remain upright. Zerkz has to bend his head almost to his chest.\n\nYou begin your descent, moving cautiously into the depths of the cave.\n\nOOC:(Do any of you have weapons drawn? I also need Search and Listen checks from Zerks and Kleitos.)" }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": "OOC- Kardrak'll have his axe in one hand, torch in the other." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "[ooc]Felonius has his axe in one hand, and his shield in the other[/ooc]" }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by iceddragons \n Liam gathers his possessions and, with his armor donned and a spear in his hands , prepares to enter the caves. \n \n\nIn other words, yes." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Zerkz is wielding his greatsword." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Spot Check:\n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Methalor", "message": "OOC - Vathral would have his crossbow drawn." }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n\nCrossbow at the ready, Kleitos looks around the area.\n\nSearch (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \nListen (1d20+6)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Kleitos stops Zerkz just before he would step trough a simple tripline, hidden in the poor light of the tunnel. Dangling from one side of the thin cord, near the stone wall, is several slender crystal chimes. If someone stepped upon the line, the chimes would ring, sending a clear tone echoing down the tunnel and alerting any guards that may be nearby.\n\nKleitos's keen ears pick up the faint sounds of several creatures conversing. What they are saying is impossible to make out, but it sounds like some dialect of the goblin tongue.\n\nOOC:(BTW, what languages does Kleitos speak? You don't have them listed on your character sheet.)" }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "OOC: Totally forgot about languages. I usually pick Elvish, Dwarven and Orcish in that order to have a chance at understanding other party members, so I guess the other two would be Elvish and Dwarven, though I doubt it'll be helpful here." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC:(That's fine. I wouldn't have faulted you even if you had said Goblin.)" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "\"Let me see that wire, I may be able to disarm it without setting it off, but be ready just in case.\"\n\nPouring a piece of his soul into his gloves, Felonius is going to attempt to disable the trip wire.\n\nDisable Device: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "With the simple ease of carefuly grabbing the chimes and cutting them from the line, the crude alarm is disarmed." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Maybe we should have just stepped over that instead of disabling it? If anyone passes, they'll be more likely to notice a disabled trap.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"True, but why risk someone stumbling and setting it off, besides, if the notice it, that means they're behind us, and that probably mean we're in trouble anyway.\" " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Fair enough. Though, if they're behind us and they see the alarm broken, they'll DEFINITELY know something's up. Ah well, can't be helped, I suppose. Shall we continue?\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n \nMy clumsy arse may have stepped on the wire anyway, so it's just as well Felonius disarmed it. Let's go. \n\nZerkz continues down the corridor." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "As you continue down the corridor, the sound of goblin voices becomes audible to all. From the sound of things, there are two of them, and they are somewhat bored, jabbering to one another idlely.\n\n(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n \"What you think? Think we see any humans?\" \n \"I dunno. Me hope not.\" \n \"You seen Bob?\" \n \"He been gone two weeks. Maybe got lost in forest.\" \n \n\n\nThe sound comes from around a bend in the tunnel, and does not sound far off.\n\nOOC: Seems several of you haven't picked languages yet. You should do that. 😉" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Well, we managed to find the goblins, and appearantly they're hoping they don't see us. And one of them has been missing for 2 weeks aswell, any thoughts.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " ...Fight them? " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Kleitos \n I'd offer to try and talk to them, but I don't speak the language. If we do fight them, though, I recommend trying to take at least one of them alive since at least one of us does understand them and we may get some useful information out of them. " }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " Kardrak \n \"I'd say we have Felonius talk to them first. We might have some luck passing ourselves off as a negotiation team, and if not, My axe would enjoy the taste of goblin blood.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Me no think Bob got lost in woods. Bob probably got drunk, fall in hole.\" \n \"Maybe humans get Bob?\" \n \"Maybe. Me feel sorry for Bob if that happen.\" \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Hmm, appearently goblins have been going missing aswell. Maybe it was the rodents in the forest. Get ready either way, I'll yell some questions at them but they may still attack\" \n\nNodding to the rest of the team, Felonius spits and then steps to the front of the group, keeping behind the wall out of view.\n\nGoblin\n \n Spoiler \n\nHey, Scumsuckers. You been attacking humans in the forest?\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Humans! Sound the alarm!\" \n \"Filthy Humans! You go 'way\" \n \n\n\nCrystaline chimes begin to ring down the corridor, followed by more chimes further away." }, { "author": "Rogue 7", "message": " \"Joy...\" \n\nHow wide's the tunnel at this point?" }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n \"Problems Felonius? Do they not like your accent?\" inquires Liam in a less than serious tone as he prepares for combat, shedding an aura which toughens the skins of his allys. \"They know we're here. Let's get to them before their allies do.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"All I did was ask them if they knew anything about the disappearances. Stupid Goblins\" \n\nFelonius makes sure his morningstar is in hand before shouting in goblin,\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStupid Mushbrain, all we wanted to do was talk.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"You go 'way, Humans!\" \n \"Me no want to talk with evil humans!\" \n \n\n\nThe tunnel is rougly 5 feet wide where you are. you have no clue about the conditions around the corner." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Zerkz \n They had their chance. Now, let them come. " }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": " Liam \n\nLiam waits a few moments, then acknowledges \"I don't think they're coming, and that's probably a good thing consissering how this passage isn't very wide. Would you mind moving again Zerkz?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Felonius:\n\nFelonius turns and hells down the hallway again.\n(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n\nWe have cake for anyone who will come talk to us....\n \n\n\nBefore turning back to his companions,\n \n\"Maybe that'll get'em\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The goblins begin squabbling between themselves at that.\n\n(Goblin)\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"He say they have cake! Me want!\" \n \"Me think they lying.\" \n \"But it cake!\" \n \"Them evil humans. They no tell truth. The cake is a lie.\" \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nGot tired of waiting for you guys to respond.\n \n\n\nYou hear the sounds of running feat coming from down the tunnel." }, { "author": "Hyozo", "message": "((OOC: probably nothing will happen still if the big guy in the lead doesn't do anything. We need to either get Guard Juris to come back, or NPC Zerkz.))" } ]
[ { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Nothing has been heard from Wistendale for two months. The reserves supply of minerals is below ½ it’s usual level and the King is worried. He has sent out a call for volunteers among his soldiers, citizens, and visitors from other nations.\n\nYou now stand in the antechamber of King Barnabas I. He is a young king, only 16 years of age. Despite that, it is said he has wisdom beyond his years. He keeps several members of Arcanan on staff as advisors, but he rarely calls on their services. He rarely acts without thought and contemplation. Many ridiculed him for not sending out a detail to Wistendale sooner, and truth be told, only the mineral reserve dropping below 50% convinced him to call this expedition.\n\nThe antechamber is rather large. To the east is the door leading back to the castle entrance. To the west are the great double doors leading to the throne room. A pair of the king’s personal guard flanks the doors.\n\nChosen from The Guardsmen, these to are truly specimens of strength. They stand rock steady as statues. Mighty halberds held in their right hands, longswords hang at their left hip, and bucklers baring the Kings crest are strapped to their left arm. They wear a breastplate, also baring the Kings Crest, over the finest mithral chain mail. These soldiers know only devotion to the King and are forbidden to ever leave the castle so long as they are in the King’s service.\n\nIt is approximately 15 minutes until the appointed time King Barnabas is to present the details of his task to you. The courtier that brought you this far stands to one side awaiting any small questions you may have. His last statements were brief instructions on your audience with the King. “ Remember walk straight and stand proud as you enter the Throne Room and approach the King. Stop when you reach the base of the throne and kneel. Don’t rise again until you have been addressed. If you have any questions I will answer them after your audience. Now just mingle and please don’t wander off. ”" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Ten Foot Stu \n\nStu felt naked without his glaive. They trust me to protect them, to hunt and kill their enemies, but not to have a weapon near their king. \n\nThe courtier's words made no impact on the grim-faced orc, whose jaw was already set with tension in the hoity-toity surroundings. Of course I will keep my back straight. Kneeling? Well, we'll see what the royal whelp is like. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that everything he tried to touch would shatter in his fist.\n\nStu glanced over at his five companions. A man, three elves, and a half-breed. Huh. With care, he kept his lip from curling, and managed a smile at Atherin, the elf who had brought him in on this job.\n\nStepping carefully over to the human, he sized him up. A good, steady eye. This one, I might be able to trust beside me. The massive orc extended a hand slowly in greeting.\n\n Stu. " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nA young man stands in the middle of the antechamber, grinning broadly. He pulls his hands out of the pockets of a green vest to ruffle his dusty blonde hair, looking around the room.\n\nHe smiles. \" All this must have cost a pretty penny, \" he remarks casually to nobody in particular, \" nice place, this. \"\n\nHe grins, and saunters over to the king's personal guard. Propping himself up against the wall, he turns to the nearest guardsman. \" Nice place you got here! How long you been in the guard, anyway? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nGather Information check to learn a bit about the guardsman.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe golden-haired young elf stands in the centre of the antechamber, looking quite out-of-place in the setting of stone. He is about five-and-a-half feet tall, and slim. His face is shapely and regal, like all elves, and his movements are precise and graceful. He wears light, well-worn clothing of forest greens and browns; a mithral chain shirt glints from beneath. He wears a belt pouch, but no backpack, and two simple rings adorn his fingers. An arrow-quiver, empty in the near-presence of a king, is on his right leg. A large circle of thick, scratched leather is strapped over his left shoulder.\n\nAtherin grins and nods encouragingly at Stu, then introduces himself to the other four. \"Hey. I'm Atherin of the Roaming Guard,\" he says, looking at each in turn." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Upon Felix's greeting the Royal Guardsman stands straight and proud. He neither acknowledges Felix's presence or answers his question. The courtier hurries over to Felix. \" I would not speak to them. They are not allowed to take any action outside of their guard duties when on station. If you can catch one off duty, they will usually be friendly enough. \" The courtier remains with Felix. He is obviously anxious for Felix to leave the Royal Guardsman be." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStanding there by himself was a bald elf swathed in the vestments of the elf god. Around his waist he wore a wide belt, and around his neck hung a small amulet shaped as a shield. Attached to his wrist was a holy symbol of Corellon Larethian made of silver. He looked like most of his kind did, short and lanky as he would describe it. However, he didn't quite seem as proud as other elves. He showed no emotions, his face set in a mask of perfect neutrality. He turned to the other elf that greeted him. He looked Atherin over, then turned back to face the doors to the throne room. \" ...Strennr. \"" }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nBordering on the verge of nonchalance, the tall elf at the side of the antechamber wipes some dust from his sleeves. To those inspecting him closely, it seems almost as if it was his intention to turn the minor gesture into a theatrical move, one whose sole purpose was to convey a 'can-do' attitude. Despite, or - as the cliché goes - perhaps because of the unspoken message of 'willing to get his hands dirty', the man appears oddly at ease in this luxurious environment.\nWhen his gaze meets that of the courtier, he actually gives him a friendly nod, hinting at the fact that this wasn't the first time he had seen the man.\n\nUpon closer inspection, one can see that several wrinkles run across his face, and while he has the look of an experienced combatant, it's not entirely clear whether his forté lies in physical or magical prowess.\nWith a mixture of patience, perhaps even apathy, the elf calmly waits, spending his time with making some last-minute changes to his appearance. Clad in a beautiful robe where shades of gray, light blue and white converge and disperse in a rather showy manner, it wouldn't be hard to mistake him for one of the king's advisors.\nAs the others begin to introduce themselves, he shifts his attention from his clothes to the rest, and for a moment it seems as if a few sparkles fly from his fingertips as he does so.\n\nWith another friendly nod, he stretches out his right hand to meet that of Stu, involuntarily (?) exposing the Arcanan symbol on his own right forearm, before speaking up in a firm, though kind-hearted voice.\n\n \"Iriades Mon'd'atall.\" " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas Norn looks around the room slowly, taking in every detail without appearing to be overawed. His plate has a dull gleam, the darkened steel only partially reflecting the sunlight. He left shoulder is adorned with the painted insignia of the Roaming Guard, and his cloak bears the Warrington insignia.\n\nHis well built frame easily supports his armors weight, and his clean cut face is boyishly handsome, his young age still visible, though he also has the aura of command about him.\n\nAfter his survey of the room, he turns his attention to his fellow volunteers, noting their apparel and appearance, drawing his conclusions. He gives a slight nod to the burly half orc, then speaks to the group at large. \"Jas Norn, of the Roaming Guard.\" " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nTurning adroitly from the silent guard, Felix joins in the introductions with a grin.\n\n\" The name's Felix, \" he says good-naturedly. \" This is going to be fun! \"" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The courtier summons your attention, “ AHEM!! We will now enter the throne room. Remember your instructions. ” The large wooden doors open of their own accord. The courtier ushers each of you in front of him and then he follows you into the throne room.\n\nThe throne room is large and spacious. It could easily hold 100 people and leave room for larger creatures. A red carpet runs down the center of the room from the door to the foot of the raised throne. The King sits upon his throne looking calm, but worried as you enter the throne room. He has high cheekbones with a long face. As he turns his head to scan over each of your group, you all notice that his ears have a slight point to them. To his left stands a Captain of the Roaming Guard. He is a human of average stature, his hair is graying at the temples, and his skin is aged and bronzed from many long hours in the sun. The courtier that was with you in the antechamber passes you and stands to the King’s right. After you have all reached the throne, the King rises and addresses each of you.\n\n“ Welcome Atherin. Welcome Felix. Welcome Jas Norn. Welcome Sturgok. Welcome Strennr Ozemu. Welcome Iriades Mon’d’atall. Everything that is spoken now shall not be repeated in the presents of anyone not here today.\n\nI am placing the very future of Warrington in your hands. It is a kingdom built on trade. Our most key resources are the minerals mined from the mountains beyond Wistendale. It is what makes it possible for us to exist. The only nation that relies more on these minerals would be Wistendale itself.\n\nNothing has been heard from Wistendale for 2 months. The Roaming Guard reports that the last caravan sent to Wistendale passed their outpost on schedule. Since then nothing returned up the road. The only change reported has been an orange glow that can be seen on the horizon at night. Each returning patrol for the past month has reported this glow, and it has been growing brighter as of late.\n\nYou will travel with a Roaming Guard patrol as far as the outpost. This is a one-week journey for most trade caravans. Our patrols usually make it in 3 days, but we expect it to take 4 days, since not all hear are accomplished riders. From the outpost to Wistendale is normally another week for trade caravans. I do not know how long it will take you to travel that distance.\n\nYou leave at dusk tonight. Captain Edon is the commander of the Roaming Guard patrol that will accompany you. They will remain at the outpost for their assigned week, then return to Warrington. They will be replaced by Captain Manning’s patrol. If none of you return with Manning’s patrol, I will consider you expedition a loss and complete failure.\n\nThat must not happen. We need to know what is happening in or what happened to Wistendale. Captain Edon and Warren will remain to answer any questions you have. May Heironeous guide your blades and return all of you to us whole. ”\n\nWith that the King rises and exits through a hidden door to the right of the throne. As the door opens you notice two older humans are waiting and join the King as he exits. The courtier, he is obviously Warren, steps forward, “ Captain Edon’s patrol leaves in 2 hours. You will be provided mounts, if you do not have them, as well as supplies and pack animals. Do you have any specific questions? ”\n\nCaptain Edon has remained silent, but has been eying each of you during the King and Warren’s statements. The look on his face appears to be one of disappointment." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr cleared his throat and stepped forward. \" Yes... I have a question. Do you think we have a chance? At discovering the problem and coming back alive, that is. \" Strennr politely waited for Warren to answer, keeping his eyes on Warren's." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Warren stutters as he tries to reply, \" Well, I haven't.....I am not.....Captain Edon? \"\n\nEdon looks upon Warren with disgust before replying to Stennr's question. \" We will know more when we reach the Outpost. The captain of the current patrol will provide us with any new information. We know that the orange glow on the horizon has been growing brighter, and no one has come down the road from Wistendale for the past month. But to answer you question. Yes you have a chance of succeeding. There is always the chance of success. I helped to chose this team. While not all my recommendations were taken to heart, \" he glances at Stu and Felix, \" you were chosen for the way your skills compliment each other. You will succeed. You must. \"" }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\n\" Ah, thank you Captain Edon. \" Stennr gave a polite bow and stepped back to his original position." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nRemaining stiffly at attention throughout the audience with the king, Stu is impressed. Against his best intentions, he is taken with the frank manner and candour of this young king.\n\nThe question period begins. The orc's deep voice rumbles out tersely.\n\n Captain, what if this mission takes more than a week. Do you have a way for us to report progress in the middle of the assignment? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Your supplies will include two Scrolls of Sending. Please use these to report to Warren any thing of immediate interest. If there are no more questions, please finish any business you have in town and meet me at the Western Gate. Your mounts and supplies will be there. You can pick up your weapons as you leave. \"\n\nAs the sun reaches midday you set out for Wistendale. You are accompanied by Captain Edon's Roaming Guard squad. An elven rider goes ahead of the party and soon disappears around a bend in the road. There are also two other humans, a halfling, and a gnome. An hour later the elf returns, \" Nothing unusual. Road appears to be clear. \" One of the humans then rides ahead and the elf takes his place.\n\nThis pattern continues for the next 4 days. Your nights are uneventful except for a skunk wandering into camp at dawn of the 3rd day. There are no casualties, unless you count the gnome, who took a full blast and now rides well downwind of the group.\n\nA few hours before sundown on the on the fourth day you catch sight of the Roaming Guard Outpost on the horizon. A rider approaches accompanied by the halfling from your patrol. \" Captain Edon, good to see you. \" \"Captain Ridley, the king has sent these to venture to Wistendale.\" As Ridley surveys each of you he speaks, \" So the King is finally sending someone to Wistendale. I do not envy you. What I have seen this past week worries me. Come I will show you. ” He leads you to the Outpost. It consists of two Towers straddling the road, as well as an alternating gate, which forces anyone on the road to zigzag as they go through. You can see a Roaming Guard in each tower. Their attention is on the road to Wistendale, but each gives your group the once over as you approach. A halfling opens the door to a barracks building on the north side of the road as you approach. A tie post is outside, but no corral is obvious.\n\nCaptain Ridley leads you into the barracks. It is a large one-room building approximately 10 x 20 ft. You enter into a common room area that is connected to a kitchen area on one side and a bunks area on the other. The common room also has a map table, which is wear Ridley leads you.\n\nThe map displays topography from Warrington to Wistendale. The trade road and Roaming Guard Outpost are marked, as is another outpost a little closer to Wistendale. “ Normally we receive messengers from the Wistendale outpost, ” he indicates the other outpost, “ Every patrol since we lost contact has sent a rider, and they always report it deserted. It is still deserted, but Tulkin found something new. ” The halfling then speaks up, “ I rode to the outpost yesterday and saw a pair of Ettins on this hill to the east of the outpost. They were trying to remain hidden, but in doing so only made themselves more obvious. They must have dragged in the trees to make their blind from a mile away, and didn’t bother to hide the trail. ”\n\nRidley speaks up again. “ Ettins are not from this area, so we think they may be connected to what is going on. You may want to start your investigation with them. ”" }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix tosses off a salute with a lazy grin to Ridley. \" Don't worry, cap'n, I'm on the job! \"\n\nHe turns to the rest of the party. \" Okay, so who actually knows anything about Ettins? " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Not much.\" Jas says in reply to Felix. \"But they do seem a good place to start our investigation.\" " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"I've dealt with Ettins before,\" Iriades interjects. \"To me, they've proven themselves to be nothing but vile, uncivilized monsters. There was this one time where the opposite was actually true, but that's more than fifty years ago, and quite some distance from here too.\" \n\nThe elf rubs his chin for a moment and smiles faintly, seemingly recollecting something.\n \"Regardless, if there's trouble around here, and this scout is sure he's seen two ettins, it's safe to assume they're related somehow. What bothers me is this though: if they're behind whatever is happening to the caravans, how did they manage to keep it a secret for so long? They're not exactly brilliant strategists, you know.\" " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Well... either they are smarter then the ones you met, Iria, or they are just the hired muscle of whoever is really behind the situations. Jas says thoughtfully." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\n\" There's no point in guessing at something that is unlikely. If we want to know more, then we need to go and see it for ourselves. \" Strennr turned to look at Captain Ridley. \" Captain, am I right to assume that the layout of the Wistendale Outpost is the same as this one? \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nSpeaking as someone who had been categorized as a vile, uncivilized monster from time to time, the orc stiffens at Iriades' words, but merely continues his examination of the map.\n\nHe turns to the halfling, and bows slightly.\n\n You have done good work. \n\nTo his companions, he merely nods.\n\n Maybe we can flank them in their blind. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "((Sorry I'm late.))\n\n Atherin \n\nAtherin has two other animals along with with his horse: a large white dog, which is tied up with his horse; and a brown hawk sitting on his shoulder, explaining the need for the piece of scratched leather. The hawk is not as afraid of people as it should be, and watches the others with strangely intelligent eyes.\n\n \"I know a fair bit about Ettins, and I'm surprised that they've seen two . They're usually alone... Maybe these are a mated pair? Er, quadruplet?\" Atherin shrugs. \"As for how they've kept it secret, well. They have good senses - two heads, you know - so they can probably tell when someone's coming, and do something about it.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Yes, the other outpost is a mirror image of this one. And your friend is right, Ettins are hard to sneak up on. May I suggest a diversion? \"" }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"By all means, good man,\" Iriades replies while making a casual, inviting gesture." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" When you go to investigate I'll ride to the Wistendale Outpost. I will snoop and poke around as much as I can. That should keep their attention. I won't be able to stay long as my patrol must ride back to Warrington this evening, and I will need to arrive with them. But I should be albe to give you 30 minutes or so. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu nods at the plan as laid out. They would see if these elves were as stealthy as his past companions." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"That sounds reasonable enough, and with luck, thirty minutes shall be long enough. You will, of course, be very careful in dealing with these creatures. We would not have a death over this.\" Jas says." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" If they make any move to attack me, I will leave immediately. I doubt they can catch my stead. \" Ridley looks quite proud as he mentions his mount." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"Few men would sooner take pride in their mount's capability of flight, hippogriph puns notwithstanding, than in their own tenacity in combat. There is a certain wisdom in that, a presence of mind, that I deeply respect.\" \n\nIriades looks away for a moment, as if thinking on something, but soon turns his gaze back on captain Ridley, and smiles.\n \"Of course, I'm by no means advocating cowardice here, nor even suggesting that it has any bearing on you in any way - but I digress. The plan you've put forward should be more than adequate. If these ettins are involved with the missing caravans, you can be sure we'll get to the bottom of this.\" " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix smiles. \" Sounds like a plan to me. \" He shrugs slightly. \" And if something goes awry, I'm sure we can improvise. \"\n\nHe pauses a second, before adding, \" How bad could Ettins be, right? \"" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" I'll be outside. Set out when your ready. Captain Edon and myself have to see to the changing of the guard. Once that is done I'll be free to assist you. I won't ride with you as Charger is often unkind to those he is not accustomed to. When I see you head out I'll wait half an hour then follow. That should give you time to set up. Best of luck to you. \"\n\nWith that Captains Ridley and Edon exit the building. Tulkin has wandered over to a bundle that he appears to be packing for the return trip to Warrington." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nTurning to the others, Stu almost smiles. He walks to examine the map, especially the hill where the halfling had shown the ettins.\n\n Right. How'd we want to do this ambush? Try to head around behind the hill here, or maybe use some kind of trickery on them? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Upon examining the map you see that the spot where the blind is marked is approximately 20 feet downhill from the crest (Elevation 400 ft). It is a light downgrade from the crest to the blind and another 10 feet in front of it, but then the grade sharpens quickly dropping 200 ft before changing to a gentle downgrade to the road. The other sides of the hill rise offer a gentle rise to the crest. The wood line stops about half way up the hill, and the map shows no cover from that point to the top." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas studies the map alongside Stu. \"The blind is well positioned... two steep for any frontal assault, and the lack of trees on the other side means no cover for anyone approaching. Still, if we can get Ridley to make some commotion at the base of this incline, we may be able to maneuver up the other side unobserved, despite the lack of trees.\" He glances at Stu, waiting to hear his thoughts. \"And maybe the mages have a trick or two to aid us in being subtle?\" He adds." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger frowns. \"I can't make us invisible or anything. We're heading out today, of course? Then I can't help with stealth. I've never needed magic for that.\" He shrugs. \"If we were waiting until tomorrow, I could make some fake sounds, to help with the distraction. But our other mages could probably do better, sooner.\" " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr crossed his arms. \" I cannot help us remain unseen, but I can make us undetectable by sound. Though it will take me some time to pray for the appropriate spell. \" Strennr brushed his hand over the holy symbol at his wrist, then he looked up at Atherin. \" I am sure that if we pool our abilities together we can ensure that it would be us who gets the element of surprise and not the Ettins. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc doesn't turn from the map.\n\n I don't know if we want to wait long enough for that, Strennr, but I will if everybody else needs it. Spose we could sneak up to the treeline and pepper em with bowfire, especially if the blind isn't set up to cover all angles.\n\nAnybody know if ettins chuck rocks like some of the giants do? Don't fancy standing downwind of an avalanche. " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix looks thoughtful for a second, and then removes his backpack. Reaching deep into its bowels, he manages to pull out an enormous calling horn.\n\nHe grins. \" I reckon I could distract 'em a little with this baby! It makes fog, you see. Then they can't see us, right? \"" }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"There's a lot of things we can do,\" Iriades remarks in a stern tone. \"Illusions, figment sounds, invisibility spells... Simply creating flashy fireworks never ceases to get the attention of some creatures either.\" \n\nThe elf looks Felix's horn over. \"I've seen those before. Quite the useful thing, aren't they? Your plan might just work, actually. While most of the other alternatives are quite effective as well, they're merely of a temporary nature. These ettins will know what's going on once our magical distractions cease to be. Even if we're long gone by then, we've let them know we were there, at one point in time or another.\nSneaking, however - under the cover of what will appear like a natural phenomenon - has slightly more... elegance.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe big orc nods solemnly.\n\n Even if they don't buy the small fog cloud rolling up the hill, it'll be hard for them to do much against us till we're close. " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix smiles, and stuffs the horn back into his pack.\n\n\" Sounds like we have a plan, then! When shall we leave? " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Now works for me.\" Jas says, checking his blade and bow. \"I think we are all ready.. or as ready as we can be.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n Right then. Let's go. \n\nAssuming that the fine details could be worked out on the road, Stu turned from the map and strode from the room." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As you take to the road on your mounts, with your pack mule in tow, Captain Ridley calls to you, \"You'll hear me when I get to the Outpost. If I don't get their attention nothing will.\" His patrols laughs, as though at a secret joke.\n\nAs the sun sets you find yourselves in the forest at the foot of the backside of the hill. You can already hear a large racket coming from the direction of the outpost. Captain Ridley appears to have kept his word." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe big orc reined in his mount, and slipped his glaive easily into a charging position. He glances back to Felix, and speaks a pair of heavy words.\n\n Show time. " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nAtherin grins at Stu, then slips off his mount, tying it to a tree. He points two fingers at his dog, which sits obediently, then looks meaningfully at his hawk. The bird takes flight, fluttering towards the top of the hill.\n\nAtherin quietly straps on a buckler, then retrieves his graceful longbow. He then settles to watch the top of the hill with utmost patience.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSending the hawk on scouting duty. I can feel her general emotions from a distance of up to a mile, although I can't 'speak' with her.\n " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nSmiling, Felix whips out the horn. He moves slowly up towards the commotion, and takes a deep breath. Exhaling deeply into the horn, opaque fog seeps out in billows towards the Ettins. A low note escapes the horn, rolling across the hills as the fog creeps forward." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nBringing his glaive up to avoid pushing it into something unintentionally, Stu leads his skittish horse into the forefront of the cloud, navigating nervously as he can barely see ahead. He speaks softly, in coarse elven.\n\n Felix, you going to be able to steer this thing from within? Or do you have another way to conceal yourself. " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas ties the pack mules lead rope to a nearby tree and spreads some grain into her feed bag, attaching it to her muzzle. \"Don't run off, now.\" He says, patting her face, then mounts his own horse, and draws his blade. He guides his horse to the front of the group with his knees, and eyes the ridge. \"Everyone ready?\" He asks, resting the blade on his shoulder.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGuide with knees is a DC5, which I automatically succeed.\n " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nSticking close to Kellus, Iriades hastily makes a few last-minute preparations. With what seems little more than a mutter and what could barely pass off as a gesture, he gently touches his brightly-colored robes for a moment.\nAlmost immediately, they turn dark green, providing some impromptu camouflage in this kind of terrain.\n\nIriades nods in reply to Jas' question, and promptly begins to cast a second incantation. Judging from his motions, it appears that this one is slightly more complex, though, upon completion, it appears to have no discernible effect.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPrestidigitation & mage armor.\n " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nPausing blowing the horn only long enough to acknowledge Stu, Felix gasps out, \" Never mind me, I'll just keep the fog coming. You fellows better get your ambush ready! \"\n\nAnd drawing an enormous breath of air he blows heavily into the horn once more, prompting a fresh gout of fog to billow out. The previous breath of fog continues to moves slowly up the rolling hills towards the Ettins.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe fog moves at 10ft. per round. Felix will continue blowing until the Ettins are enveloped, and then run into combat, using the fog to avoid being seen.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The billowing fog flows unnaturally in a straight line up the hill. As Felix continues to blow his horn, the fog has nearly reached the crest of the hill. As you near the top you hear speach from 4 voices coming back over the hill, though it sounds as though it is gibberish, and does not appear as though they are alarmed. You also hear loud crashes and bangs, though they are muffled and appear to be coming from the Outpost.\n\nStu\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou recognize some of the words as orcish, but they make no since mixed in with the gibberish.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc mutters to...well, whoever it is next to him.\n\n Huh. They speak orc, but badly. \n\nHe peers ahead as he leads his mount cautiously forward in the fog." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas, riding beside Stu, nods. He replies, his voice equally low. \"Any idea what they are saying?\" His eyes search the fog, both hands on his sword, ready..." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As the billowing fog crests over the hill, you can make out the Ettin's blind through the mists. Two great oak tops have been dragged so that they form a brush pile. Opposite the Outpost from the brush pile stand two hulking giants. Each has two heads, all four of which are focused on the Outpost. There you can just make out a lone figure as it moves between the buildings, very obviously snooping about. You can only assume this is Captain Ridley.\n\nThe rest of the blind appears to be a makeshift campsite. Two areas have obviously been slept on, and a firepit has been dug, though it appears to not have been lit for some time.\n\n...................................\n\|\n\|\n Brushpile\n E1 E2\n\|\n\|\n\|\n\|\nHilltop\n\| J S\n\|\n I A\n\n\n\n\nApprox 100ft back Felix\n\n\"......\" is the cliff face\n\| 5ft of distance\nJas and Stu can barely see over the hill and are 25 ft from the Ettins.\nIria and Ath have not yet crested the hill." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr finished his concentration and moved his hands in the workings of a spell. Visualy, nothing happened, but he seemed more confident than before. Drawing his bow, he quickly followed the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Divine Favor.\n " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nThe tall elf quickly follows the rest up the hill, smirking approvingly at the sounds of captain Ridley's diversion." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc will stay with the slowly-moving fog cloud as long as possible, until the ettins' attention is drawn to them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nContinuing forward within the fog, but readying an action if the ettins move from their current or attack us. The action will be to send a curse down on the ettin to his left, enter rage, and do a partial charge/charge on the ettin to his right.\n\nCurse: -2 to attacks, saves, checks and damage, will save 10 to negate\n\nCharge attack (5 points of power attack):\n\n (1d20+12)[ 20 ] Attack\n (1d10+24)[ 31 ] Damage\n\nAC then becomes 13 until his next action.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nCrouching, Atherin draws a pair of arrows and fits one to his bow. He goes over his spells in his mind, hoping they will be enough for the task ahead." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "When the fog is approximately 20 ft. from the Ettins, one of the heads looks back over its shoulder. It begins to speak, and appears to be reaching for a club at it's feet, a sudden wave of confusion falls upon it. As it shakes off the nausea, Stu charges forth from the rolling cloud, the blade of his glaive sinking into the back of the Ettin on the right.\n\n\nOOC:\nInitiative Order\nIriades (Mage Armor, Divine Favor)\nStu\nJas\nStrennr\nAtherin\nEttins (E1:Hex failed, E2:31 dmg)\n\nMap\n\n...............\n\|\n\|\nBrushpile\n\|E1 E2\n\|\|\|\|Stu\n\|\n\|\n\|\n\|Jas\n\|\n\|Iria Ath\n\|\|\|Stren\n\nApprox. 100ft back from Strennr: Felix\n\n24hrs to post your next rounds actions. Have fun." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas moves to attack the Ettin that Stu is attacking, his blade flashing and his mount kicking.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Moving past Stu to the right of E2, then attacking.\nGuide with knees: DC 5, auto succeed\nFight with warhorse: DC 10, auto succeed\nAttack (Jas){-1 PA} (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \nDamage{+2 PA} (2d6+9)[ 16 ] \nAttack (Mount) (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage (1d4+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "NOTICE MAP EDIT CORRECTION\n\nSince Stu is using a reach weapon this is the correct position.\n\nMap\n\n...............\n\|\n\|\nBrushpile\n\|E1_E2\n\|\n\|\|\|\|Stu\n\|\n\|\n\|Jas (Hilltop)\n\|\n\|Iria Ath\n\|\|\|Stren\n\nApprox. 100ft back from Strennr: Felix: unaware combat has started.\n\nNotice the _ between the Ettins, this means they are 5ft apart. Jas may retro edit his above post if he wishes to change his actions. Restarting 24hr counter for first round posts. Felix is not yet aware of combat so has no init order, but will comin under the Ettins as soon as he becomes aware. Iria and Ath need to take at least a 5ft step forward to be able to see over the hill. Stren needs to move at least 10 ft forward to see over the hill." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nAs soon as the Ettin reaches for his weapon, Iriades breaks off into a run towards him, drawing his sword at the same time. Several feet before he reaches his target though, he makes a quick gesture with his hand, and in the timespan of barely a second, a thin ray goes flying straight towards one of the Ettins...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move action: Move closer (20 ft) while drawing my sword.\n Standard action: Ray of Enfeeblement , targeting E1.\n\n Ranged touch attack, no save. \n Ranged touch attack - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \n Strength damage - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc's spirits are buoyed by the thunder of hoofs and the arrival of Jas and his whirling greatsword. He admired the knight's facility on the horse, making the two creatures dance in battle as if they were one, and it reminded Stu all the more of his own limitations.\n\nThen he caught a glimpse of the tip of his own glaive, waving about with a chunk of the ettin's bloodied armour still on it. And he smiled, a feral, open mouthed snarl. And he drove the blade towards the creature again and again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReducing power attack to 4 points. Full attack. AC is now 15.\n\n (1d20+13)[ 30 ] Attack 1 with glaive\n (1d10+22)[ 32 ] Attack 1 damage\n (1d20+8)[ 27 ] Attack 2 with glaive\n (1d10+22)[ 32 ] Attack 2 damage\n\nEdit: Stu is a lucky, lucky little orc. If the ettins don't flatten him with their next attack.🙂\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nWith the sounds of the starting combat, Atherin steps forwards and drops his bow. He waves his arms mysteriously and speaks an evil-sounding phrase. A thin ray, just like Iriades', leaps from his hand towards the other ettin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHow did Freshmeat know my plan? Is he a psion?\nFree Actions: 5-foot step forward, drop bow to free up a hand\nStandard Action: Ray of Enfeeblement, targeting E2\nMove Action: pick up bow again\n\n Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \n Str Damage - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nCresting the hill, Strennr looked down upon the fight. \" Hmm... \" Nocking an arrow, Strennr took aim at an Ettin and loosed it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As the first Ettin picks up his clubs, the rays from Atherin and Iriades connect sapping the strength from both Ettins. Jas swings wide, but his mount and Stu connect with the second Ettin. It crumbles to the ground with both heads severed. An arrow shot from Strennr's bow goes wide and is lost in the brush pile.\n\nThe remaining Ettin goes berserk as it's companion falls and unleashes its fury on Stu, striking him twice with its clubs. (19+18=37 damage, I can't remember if your mounted or not, if so you succeeded in remaining in the saddle.)\n\nMAP\n\n...............\n\|\n\|\nBrushpile\n\|E1_ E2 \n\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|Jas\n\|\|\|\|Stu\n\|Iria\n\|\n\|Stren(Hilltop)\n\|\|\|\|\|\|Ath\n\|\n\|\n\nApprox. 100ft back from Strennr: Felix: Can now hear the sounds of combat.\n\n24hr countdown for round 2.\n\nInitiative Order\nIriades (Mage Armor)\nStu\nJas\nStrennr (Divine Favor 8 rounds left)\nAtherin\nEttin\n\nEdit: Corrected Buffs" }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nCarefully staying out of the remaining Ettin's reach, the tall elf makes a quick, flashy gesture with his hand while speaking in a tone that is unintellegible to nearly all of his companions. In a flash, tiny dark red spheres seem to appear out of nowhere, spiralling unerringly towards their target...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Missile Magique , sacre bleu!\n\n (3d4+3)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu's face remains a taut mask of feral glee as his glaive slips under the ettin's guard and neatly severs its left head. Unfortunately, the swing leaves his flank exposed, and the other ettin's club smashes into him. He barely avoids screaming as ribs crack, but he somehow manages to stay in the saddle, silent and determined.\n\nThe battle-rage now full upon him, Stu swings back with his glaive, countering the ettin's might with swiftness.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFull attack on the second ettin. Four points of power attack.\n\n (1d20+13)[ 26 ] Attack 1\n (1d10+22)[ 31 ] Damage\n\n (1d20+8)[ 24 ] Attack 2\n (1d10+22)[ 24 ] Damage\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas moves along side the Ettin, swinging ." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger grins as the ettin collapses. \"That was tough!\" he says ironically, opening fire on the remaining ettin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] (+4 BAB, +5 dex, +1 magic, +1 Point Blank, -2 Rapid)\n Damage - (1d8+2)[ 10 ] (+1 magic, +1 Point Blank)\n Attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] (+4 BAB, +5 dex, +1 magic, +1 Point Blank, -2 Rapid)\n Damage - (1d8+2)[ 9 ] (+1 magic, +1 Point Blank)\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The globes of energy burn through the Ettin's skin. It raises hit clubs over it's head apparently to bring them down on Stu yet again. Stu stabs his glaive repeatedly into the Ettin, firmly sticking the blade in it's chest on his final blow. Jas's blade strikes true, lopping off an arm just as it begins to come down on Stu. Undeterred even more force is placed behind the other club as it comes down. Just before the blow lands, two arrows appear as if by magic in the necks of the Ettin. It's eyes roll back, it's shoulders slacken, and the club lands with only the force of gravity as it bounces off Stu's armor. The Ettins body falls atop the brushpile, Stu's glaive still stuck in it's chest point now to the heavens.\n\nThe fog cloud fully encompases the campsite as the battle ends, adding a dreariness to the grizzly scene. As the calm after the storm falls, the distant sound of battle falls upon your ears. It is coming from back over the hill." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas wheels his mount about, the warhorse snorting in excitement, but he cannot see through the heavy fog. \"Come, Stu! It sounds like we missed some!\" He calls, his blade slick with blood as he heads toward the sound.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe moves toward the sound as fast as he can. If still in combat, he has 120 ft of movement as a double move.\n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr looked down on the dead bodies of the Ettins. \" As I figured, I was of no use to anyone... \" Again. He smiled for the first time in a while as the fog rolled in. He found it plesant, like a long rainy day. He then turned to see where the sounds of battle were coming from." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Felix: You hear the sounds of battle from the top of the hill end, just before your arrow pierces the hide of the goblin. You then hear Jas's yell and the stumbling sound of hooves as they descend the hill." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu's smile fades slightly as the ettin collapses, yanking his glaive painfully from his hands. The battle-rage wavers, but remains, and dulls the ache from the ettin's blows. He glances over at Strennr and nearly snarls, but catches himself in time. His voice is strained.\n\n You want to help. There are injured here. There may be more with the battle below. Spur your horse on, and follow - quickly! \n\nSeizing his glaive from the dead ettin's chest, he pounds off after Jas." }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix wipes his brow and glances back at the group. He calls out to them with a grin on his face.\n\n\" No worries, I've got it under control! Just a little goblin trouble, that's all. Take care of those Ettins, then? That was quick! \"\n\nHe puts away his bow, and glances down at the goblin body at his feet. Cocking his head, he leans down, grabs its two punching daggers, and tosses them in his backpack.\n\n\" Could be handy, I suppose. \"\n\nMuttering a quick prayer to Obad-Hai for protecting him in the woodlands, he passes a hand over a wound in his side, which quickly heals up.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative at 3/10, having used an Opportunistic Piety to heal up.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\n((reaction))\n\nThe elf allows himself a moment of jubilation, before relaxing into the pleasant fog.\n\n \"Those sounds. Do you think-- Felix!\" he finally realises, and he launches himself down the hill. I shouldn't have left Tee and Sae down there, he berates himself, thinking of his horse and dog.\n\nAs he runs, he calls, \"Aeriaphos!\" After a moment his hawk swoops in through the fog to glide beside him. It doesn't do any good, but Atherin seems to draw comfort from the bird's presence.\n\n((now))\n\nFinally reaching the bottom of the hill, Atherin pants, \"Thank Solonor that's all it was... Just one goblin?\" He frowns. \"Doesn't seem... right... after fighting two full-grown and well-prepared ettins. You'd think they would have more defence than a lone goblin.\" " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr's foul mood returned when he heard Stu's words. Saying nothing, he followed Stu and Jas to the source of the now quieted noise." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas reigns his horse up, looking down at the dead goblin. \"Well fought, Felix, well fought...\" He says, then addresses them all. \"I will ride down to check on Captain Ridley and his men, then return. I shan't be gone long, if some of you would check the bodies while I am away.\" \n\nHe walks his mount over to Stu, and lowers his voice. \"Your skills are impressive, Stu, indeed the rest of us where hardly needed. Keep an I on them, and get your wounds treated if you can. Stren may be able to help with that.\" \n\nJas will wait for any replies or objections, then head back to check on Captain Ridley" }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nThe old elf joins the rest of the group, barely giving the dead goblin at Felix' feet so much as a glance.\n\n \"I agree with Jas. With a bit of luck, we'll find enough clues to find out what's been going on around here lately.\" \n\nHe turns his head a bit sideways to look at Stu. \"That was indeed an impressive display of... polearm ship. Good to know you're on our side.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu nods quickly to Jas.\n\n Call if you need backup. I'll be here. \n\nHe acknowledges Iriades praise with a small nod.\n\n We are a team. Your rays of enfeeblement may have been all that kept me alive. We must work together or perish. \n\nThe orc continues looking at the old elf a little longer, and manages a small smile. He looks over at Felix, the elf's capability rising in the orc's eyes.\n\n Was there just one? It is unusual for goblins to work alone. And have you searched it for other signs of its purpose. \n\nUnless Felix assures him that the body has been cleared, Stu will dismount quickly, bury the butt of his glaive in the stony ground, and roughly go over the goblin's body, laying anything of note out on the ground for all to see." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr looked down at the dead goblin, then back up at the assembled group. \" ...Goblins... disgusting wretches. \" He then crossed his arms and closed his eyes, contemplating the events so far." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "To those around the Goblin:\n\nYou see no signs of anyone or anything in the vicinity. Stu's search of the body turns finds only some half eaten rations and a rolled up parchment.\n\nJas:\n\nAs the outpost comes into view around the hill you catch a glimpse of Captain Ridley heading back toward Warrington on a rather large wolf. It moves with unnatural speed as it quickly disappears beyond the horizon. It is quickly obvious of the nature of Ridley's \"distraction.\" The entire outpost has been ransacked. The towers are still standing, but enough damage has been done that you doubt they will stand long. The windows of the building are broken and the doors are hanging from the hinges. A determined defender could hold off an attack, but the lose of the towers greatly reduces it's military value." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc holds up the parchment without looking at it.\n\n Anybody read goblin? \n \n Spoiler \nWait, I'm not understanding something. Ridley ransacked his OWN outpost? Whose outpost was it, again?\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas circles the outpost twice, looking for anything useful, his face showing his surprise at Ridleys actions, though he understands them. Still, it is not the choice he would have made, if he was in charge. Completing his survey, he heads back up the hill.\n\n \"Captain Ridley has denied the enemy use of the outpost. It's pretty much a shell now, likely to keep anyone among our foes from using it. I see why he did, but I would not want to have to explain his decision to the king.\" He looks contemplative for a moment. \"So, what did they have on them? Supplies, weapons, orders, anything to tell us where they came from?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nSeeing Jas return up the hill, Stu hands the parchment to Felix.\n\n Anything useful there? \n\nHe then goes to stand directly in front of Strennr, and will eventually tap the contemplative elf on the shoulder.\n\n Hey in there! What does Corellon Larethion - \n\nHe uses the correct elven pronunciation of the god's name.\n\n Say about keeping yer warriors alive? \n\nHe points to his cracked ribs." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As you open the parchment it reveals a map of the area. On the back is a note scribbled in Common, Orc, and other languages. They all appear to be the same length and there is a wax seal at the bottom of page. The seal looks similar to the the symbol of Arcana, but is far more complex.\n\n\n\nMap\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nNote\n \n Spoiler \n\nWistendale is ours. Meet us in march and your reward will be great. Deny us and our revenge will be swift.\n " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix looks taken aback at the map and note.\n\n\" Well, it looks like we know a bit more about what happened to Wistendale. I guess whoever the goblin was working for is there. \"\n\nHe frowns a bit, then shrugs, a grin blossoming on his face. \" So, when do we leave? \"" }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr opened his eyes and looked at Stu without expresion. \" ...Corellon Latherion stresses the care of Elven warriors, not orc. \" He then uncrossed his arms and stroked his chin in thought. \" But I guess he would make an exception to a tame orc. \" Strennr placed a hand on Stu's chest and closed his eyes. His holy symbol glowed briefly as his cureative magic coursed through Stu. Taking his hand off Stu and oppening his eyes, he look over Stu to see the results. \" ..Is that better, or do you require more? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Cure Serious Wounds, loosing Searing Light to do so\n Health Cured - (3d8+5)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu's face remains expressionless as he is called a tame orc.\n\nStu breathes deeply as his ribs knit together, then winces a bit as he notices some of the remaining pain.\n\n A bit more...would be helpful. " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"The ettins where already searched, correct? This note and map was all that was found?\" Jas asks, studying them with a frown. He looks at the darkening sky, then sighs. \"To late to travel tonight; if you are wounded, see Stennr; if not, head to the outpost. These corpses will attract scavengers, and we don't want to camp near them. Night travel is to risky; and I want are healers and mages fully prepared. Objections, anyone?\" \n \n Spoiler \nSee post 44 for the fact that it is night.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger steps forward, glaring. \"Please, don't talk about Sturgok that way,\" he says to Strennr. \"He's not an animal . He's as smart as you or I! Would Corellon Latherion have us treat dwarves such a way? Or halflings? We're not superior just because we live longer.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu turns slowly, his face still impassive, and nods appreciatively to Atherin. He then turns back to Strennr, waiting." }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nOblivious to the tension, Felix glances at the outpost. \" Well, it's better than nothing, I suppose. Alright, let's go. We'll leave in the morning. \"" }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas watches the three, not quiet sure what has caused the tension, but he speaks to Felix. \"You have the first two hours of watch, I'll take the rest myself.\" " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nA look of annoyance quickly flashed over his face, but he imedeately regained his composure. \" As you wish. I will not be so... beligerent. \" He once again placed his hand on Stu and channled his healing magic through him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDropped Silence to cast Cure Moderate Wounds\n Health Cured - (2d8+5)[ 19 ] \n\nFor the DM: \n Spoiler \nMy current spell selection looks like this:\n0th- Guidance, Detect Magic, Light, Create Water, Detect Poison\n1st- Command, Obscuring Mist, Bless\n2nd- Aid, Shatter\n3rd- Magic Vestment\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu flexes his shoulders and grunts in approval. He speaks quickly and dispassionately.\n\n May the Life Shaper bless your eyes and your bow. \n\nStepping away from Strennr, Stu mounts up and waits for Atherin to do the same before heading out towards the ruined outpost. His only comment to Atherin, along the way, is:\n\n Nice shot, with that spell. \n\nAt the ruins, he busies himself in setting up a cooking fire, and then in cleaning his polearm.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIs Ridley still at the outpost, or have they evacuated?\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nAs they prepare camp, Jas considers asking what the confrontition he walked into between the half orc and the elves was about, but decides not to. \"To bad Ridley and his men left before we returned, I would have liked to send a message with them.\" He says, leaning on one damaged wall, watching the horses and pack mule graze." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The towers are unstable as the supports have been hacked to the point of near breaking. A less observant person might not notice that the towers can't support weight without some repair. The barracks building no longer has windows and the door is off it's hinges, but the roof is intact. You can see a mile down the road in either direction before it turns out of sight behind a hill.\n\nLooking up at the hill you can see clearly the drag marks from where the tops were brought in to make the blind, which sticks out like a sore thumb.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: Yall can roleplay as much as you want at this point. Let me know your watch order. Will yall rest just long enough for the spell casters to recoup spells, or continue on at first light (Haven't lost many spells).\n\nCasters can either pm me prepared spells or update their sheets.\n " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Felix \n\nDropping his backpack, Felix digs out a bedroll and a small tin box. Turning first to the box, he opens it to pull out a wrapped parcel of food. Chewing heavily, he turns to the rest of the group.\n\nHe smiles. \" If you guys want some slumber, I'll certainly take the first watch. I wouldn't mind some time to think, anyhow. \"\n\nGazing at the ruined outpost, his smile fades slightly. \" Why does the answer always have to be to destroy, \" he mutters to himself.\n\nHe looks heavily at his pack on the ground, as if the will to lift it has deserted him. Sighing, he grabs the pack, wrestles his bow and quiver out of it, and moves to the edge of the outpost." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nWarming himself by the fire in the ruins, Stu shrugs.\n\n Wake me if you need someone to help guard. I'm no great shakes as a watchdog, but at least I see in the dark. \n\nGnawing on some jerky, Stu settles into a bedroll against the ruined wall of the tower for the night." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nThe elf decides to ignore the dicussion between Strennr, Stru and Atherin, which apparently ended almost as soon as it had appeared.\nPulling his bedroll out of his backpack and spreading it out over the ground, Iriades listens to what Stu has to say.\n\n \"The same applies to me, Felix,\" he interjects. \"If you need any help, just let me know.\" \n\nHe then sits down, legs crossed and seems to enter some sort of meditative trance most of you recognize as being common to elves. Within moments, he seems to become, at least partially, unaware of his surroundings.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPrepared spells for the following day (unless something happens during the night):\nSame as before, except\n- replace enlarge person with a second grease\n- replace one magic missile with shocking grasp\n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr walked over to the ruins along side everybody else and made a spot for him to sleep as well. Or to be more precise, a spot for him to enter trance. He sat down upon his bed roll and prepared to enter the meditation. He removed his pack and weapons and laid them next to his bedroll, then closed his eyes. He soon slipped into the trance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHere's my prepared spells:\n0th- Guidance, Detect Magic, Light, Create Water, Mending\n1st- Protection from Evil, Shield of Faith, Bless, Obscuring Mist\n2nd- Bull's Strength, Sound Burst, Aid\n3rd- Prayer, Speak with Dead\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger ties up his horse close to the camp, and settles down into his elven meditation. His dog turns three times on the spot and lies down next to him with a tired sigh. His hawk sits on his leather shoulderguard and tucks its head under a wing. Together, the four beings sleeping together look almost comical.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpells are unchanged:\nWizard\n0th- Detect Magic (x2), Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost\n1st- Ray of Enfeeblement (x2), True Strike\nRanger\n1st- Entangle\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Felix's watch passes without incident, as does Jas's. The next morning dawns bright and clear, though their are rumblings of thunder on the southern horizon, but no signs of cloud.\n\nLooking at the map taken from the goblin, you see that it is approximately a 4 day ride to Wistendale via the road. Atherin notices you can possibly reduce the travel time by a day, by cutting over some hills that the the road winds around.\n\nLooking up at the Ettin's old blind you can see several buzzards have gathered and are probably feasting on the remains." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Well, it seems from the note that the ettins are just minions of something. So we haven't completed our task yet. Which way shall we go? My vote is along the road.\" Jas says, as he douses the fire." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr awoke from his trance and stood up. He then set about packing away his bedroll and gathering up his gear. Once that was done he pressed his palms together and closed his eyes. Moving his mouth, he soundlessly intoned a prayer to his god. His morning ritual completed, he looked up at Jas. \" I have no opinions on our next direction. \"" }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Felix \n\nRefreshed by sleep and in good humour, Felix yawns and gestures widely with his hands. \" Nah, let's cut over those hills. \"\n\nHe smiles broadly. \" What's the worst that could happen? \"" }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Well, over the hills would save some time...but we might miss any other spots they have been raiding the road. Still, if we clear up the source of the problem, the outlying minions would likely retreat on their own.\" Jas says, studying the map." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n Pah. The roads will be faster, with horses. Good to go off road when we get close. If we are going on to Wistendale. That's where the boss is likely to be.\n\nBut, the best reason to take Wistendale is the mines. Either they've come out of the mines, or there's something in them they want. Maybe circle the town completely, head straight for a mine entrance? " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"We'll have to go to Wistendale at one point or another anyway, regardless of that note, so I see no point in going straight for the mines yet.\n\nAs for which route to take... I'd prefer going over the hills. Whomever captured Wistendale will probably keep a close eye on the roads, so it's probably not just a quicker route, but also a safer one.\" " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Well, that is three for over the hills, one abstaining, and one for the road... looks like the hills is the route to go.\" Jas says, wrapping up the map and handing it to Felix. \"Mount up and let's be on our way.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nMaking no further comment, Stu quickly assists in breaking camp, scattering ashes, etc. He feeds and checks his horse, working with surprising gentleness, and mounts up.\n\n Atherin? Can your hawk be told to alert you to people ahead? Eyes above would be good. \n\nOnce all are mounted, Stu will nod to the others and set off." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas follows, making sure to bring the pack mule along." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr mounted up onto this own horse and followed behind the others." }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Felix \n\nKeeping an eye out for more goblins, Felix hops onto his horse and follows the others." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The morning passes without incident as you travel. As the sun reaches the apex of it's travel, Atherin senses alarm from his bird. Something that scares it is coming up the road, and will soon be insight." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "(Sorry I didn't post, nor warn of absense. A lot's been happening over the last few days, but I should be fine now.)\n\n Atherin \n\nThe elf suddenly sits up in the saddle. \"Aeriaphos sees something!\" he warns the group, as he prepares his weapons." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"You know, my familiar would probably be able to give you a more detailed report, but unfortunately we haven't been on speaking terms for about 12 years now,\" Iriades says with a grim smile.\n \"Long story, that.\" \n\nWith a quick gesture of his hand, the elf coats himself with an invisible layer of force and draws his sword.\n\n \"Let's find out whether your bird spotted a friend or a foe... \n \n Spoiler \nCast mage armor\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas draws his sword, and heads to the front of the group, near Stu, in order to be between whatever is approaching and the mages, then tilts his head, listening. " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nNodding at Atherin's warning, Stu carefully slides his glaive out of a pair of loops on his horse's harness. He peers forward as they proceed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] Listen\n (1d20)[ 1 ] Spot\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As you continue forward, a rumbling rolls over your ears, at first it is barely distinguished from the sounds of the surrounding forest, but soon, it becomes quiet clear. A steady rhythmic thumping, as the sound of many booted feet walking in step. Over, or rather under it, you realize that the rest of the world has suddenly gone very, very quiet.\n\nNothing is yet in sight as the source of the noise is still behind the bend in the road and obscured by the forest and hillside." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nGlancing back at the others, Stu hisses:\n\n Army! Scatter. \n\nSliding his glaive back into place, Stu instead pulls out his thick bow, and guides his horse towards whatever cover might be nearby." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"And if you have any magiks to help hide us, use them!\" Jas calls, following Stu.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTying up the mule, but staying mounted in case they see our trail.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The forest to either side of the road are wooded and provide considerable cover." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr dismounted and led his horse into the woods, just far enough to safely hide from anyone on the road. He then crouched down next to his horse and waited." }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Felix \n\nFollowing Strennr's lead, Felix hops out of the saddle and leads his horse to cover. As he does so, he carefully pulls his bow and quiver out of his pack, scanning the hills for the source of the noise." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n \"So I don't spend all my time locked up in a tower studying,\" he grumbles to Iriades. \"I do better things with my time than stagnating. Aeria and I understand each other, and that's what matters.\" \n\nWhen Stu declares his suspicions, the elf does not hesitate, but guides his horse straight behind cover. The dog follows behind, its ears lifted at the strange sound. Atherin dismounts so as to use his longbow, cursing that he hasn't prepared ghost sound again." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n Stagnating?! \n\nIriades isn't exactly pleased with the tone of Atherin's reply, but knows that now is not the time to dicuss possibly trivial misunderstandings. He follows the rest behind cover and dismounts." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas guides his mount near Stu, watching the road. \"How big a group do you think it is?\" He says in a quiet voice, his hand on his bow in its saddle sheath." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu has stayed on his horse, hoping to be able to close or run quickly. He leans over to converse quietly with Jas.\n\n I'm no expert. Take more than a dozen to make that kind of noise. Less they're the size of the ettins. I say, more than thirty, we cut and run fast. \n \n Spoiler \nContinuing to listen intently. Are the footsteps getting louder or quieter?\n\n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] Listen\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "You notice that he sound does not appear to me moving. It continues to emanate from just out of sight where the road turns around the hills." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Without warning a voice comes from within you group.\n\n\"Welll, yall didn't like that idea did you? Who are you? Why are you here? Are you with them?\"\n\nNone of you can see where the voice is coming from, but you here the brush ruffle and twigs snap, as though something is moving about." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n Damnable arcanists, messing with our senses. \n\nWhirling with a scowl, Stu points his glaive in the direction of the sound of movement.\n\n If we were with them, why would we be hiding? This will go easier for you if you show yourself voluntarily. \n \n Spoiler \nActively listening, to try to refine his understanding of where the invisible (?) person is. Male/female voice?\n\n (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Much easier. Jas adds dryly, trying to pinpoint where the sound is coming from." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Neither of you as able to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, but everyone recognizes it as being obviously male." }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n \"Why does everyone I meet capable of making himself invisible have the annoying habit to show it off at every occassion?\" \n\nSlightly peeved, the elf looks for any tell-tale signs of where their uninvited guest might be. Although invisibility spells were, on the whole, very potent, only the most skilled of mages were able to avoid creating flaws in their illusions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n Spot - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] (to see footprints, snapped branches and the like)\n\nShould Iriades have a good idea about where the other mage is, he'll cast glitterdust. He has neither the time nor patience to play silly invisibility games.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger is nervous. Atherin has always been proud of his eyesight before, even though he's never trained it - 'eyes like a hawk', he claims, and with his familiar it may be true. To have an opponent he can't see defeats the use of archery.\n\nBut he does have one option most don't. \"Seek,\" he whispers in Elven. His dog Saetherialis immediately jumps up and starts looking for anything alive.\n\nMeanwhile, the elf continues to look and listen for any sign of the speaker.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot including hawk's Alertness (+2 Spot & Listen), because it probably won't be back yet.\n Spot - (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n Listen - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n\n \n Originally Posted by Handle Animal in the SRD \n Seek: The animal moves into an area and looks around for anything that is obviously alive or animate. \n \n\n It's up to Kyroswolf whether that would include sniffing out an unseen person.\n(Handle Animal mod is +15, so I don't need to make a roll.)\n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr remained as calm and collected as ever when he spoke to the mysterious invisible being. \" Why do you want to know such things? I nor my companions will answer your questions until you reveal yourself. \" Strennr then crossed his arms and stared off into space around where the voice had emanated before." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The voice responds to Iriades' goading with an outburst of words in an unknown language. Iriades launches his glitterdust spell completely catching the voice in mid tirade. The glitterdust reveals the outline of a gnome in ragtag clothing, a staff in hand.\n\nSaetherialis reacts to the appearance of the gnome by pouncing upon him, pinning him to ground. As they land, the gnome's invisibility spell fades, as does the sound of the marching feet.\n\nThe gnome is dressed in rag tag robes, that appear to have been rather grand at one time. They are torn, faded, and quite dirty. The gnome himself is small, even for his race, and very thin. He obviously hasn't had much to eat for some time.\n\n\"Some one get this damn mutt off me!\"" }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Stennr \n\nStrennr walked over to the downed gnome and looked down on him. \" Ah, that takes care of the invisibility. \" He then looked up at the rest of the group. Who is up for interogation? I haven't the stomach for it. \" He then looked down on the gnome again. \" That is, of course, unless you answer our questions. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nBluff- (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The gnomes only reply is a gesture considered vulgar in many cultures, and a few more words you assume to be gnomish. Unnoticed his other hand slipped into a pouch on his belt. He looks at Atherin, \"Would you mind telling your mutt to let me up?\" Atherin's eyes gloss over as he commands Saetherialis to Heel.\n\nThe gnome stands, brushing himself off. \"Well since you can see me would you mind answering my questions?\"\n\nAtherin shakes his head as though waking up from a long sleep. He looks confused as to why Saetherialis is now beside him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSuggestions was cast on Atherin, simply to get him to call back Saetherialis. Sorry you rolled a 1 on the save. But no ill effects as the spell ended as soon as you called Saetherialis to you.\n\nMAP\n\nRoadRoadRoadRoadRoad\n\|\|\|Stu_Jas_Str\nAth\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|Ira\n\|\n\|\|\|\|\|\|Gnome\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas lets out a breath of relief as the sounds fade away, though it changes to annoyance as he glares at the gnome. \"That was some sort of illusionary sound? What were you trying to do with it?\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe elf blinks stupidly for a moment. \"Wha... Why is Sae... Huh?\" \n\nComposing himself, he glares at the gnome. \"You know, we could ask you the same questions and more. Who are you ? Why are you here? Are you with them? ... Who is 'them'? ... And if you made the noise, what was it that frightened Aeriaphos?\" With this last question he turns to look toward the bend in the road, concerned." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nAs soon as the gnome appears, Stu slides off of his horse. Sensing Atherin's confusion at his own action - especially since it mirrors his own - Stu steps around to southeast of the gnome, making no effort to conceal his action, but pretending to look out to confirm that there is no army.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft (1d20+3)[ 14 ] to identify the gnome's spell. Stu is preparing to lunge forward to grapple the gnome if he pulls any more spellcasting crap.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Stu is unable to identify the spell but realizes it was some kind of enchantment.\n\nThe gnome looks dejectedly at each of you until finally, \"Fine I'll go first I am Dandell Gildepot. I was a part of a diplomatic envoy to Wistendale. We were trying to negotiate for direct trading rather than having to go through Warrington. Anyway, we never made it there. Not far up the road we were attacked by some Gnolls. The funny part is they appeared to be lead by an Orc. Well I was able to get away, but the others were lost. I wish I could help them....but from what I saw...well lets just say the Gnolls were well fed that day. I've been living on the land since then, working my way back to Warrington. I would have already been there, but there are patrols everywhere. Just last week I almost got stepped on by an Ettin. Twice.\" All this is said at a rapid fire pace, as though he has been dying to tell someone.\n\nAs he winds down he realizes the question Atherin asked him. \"Is this Aeriaphos?\" He reaches into a different pouch on his belt and pulls out a unharmed Aeriaphos, who quickly flys to Atherin's shoulder." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe big orc relaxes a bit at this seemingly-reasonable, if rashly spoken, explanation.\n\n We were sent to check out Wistendale. Contact has been broken off.\n\nHow many gnolls did you see? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The gnome wags his finger at Stu, \"No, No. You want anymore I want names.\"" }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas continues to watch the gnome, though he has released his bow. I'm Jas. He's Stu.\" " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix steps forward curiously.\n\n\" Dandell, huh? That's quite a story; it sounds like you've been through a lot. I'm sorry to hear about your companions. \" He pauses. \" The name's Felix, by the way. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy check to get on Dandell's good side: (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n \"I'm Atherin. You've met Aeriaphos. This is Saetherialis,\" he pats his dog, \"and Tyatherialis,\" he points back to his horse." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr crossed his arms and looked away from the gnome, already hating the little cretin. \" ...Strennr. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu steps closer to get the gnome's attention.\n\n So. Now that we are all buddies. \n\nHis grim face and lack of inflection leave no doubt as to his real opinion of the situation.\n\n How many gnolls, and where did you see them? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Well now that we know each other. I'm not sure how many. As soon as the first of us was down, I cast Invisibility on myself and hid. I saw a gnoll attack one of my companions, and an orc shooting arrows, then I was knocked unconcious. When I came to.... \" the gnome visibly shakes himself, \" some of my companions had been eaten. I have been able to find out a few things, overheard things as I evaded the patrols. They are all working for..... \"\n\nThe gnome stops talking as you all hear a bow twang. As if it was always there an arrow appears in the gnomes chest {d:7}\n\nAs he begins to scream in pain a second arrow bounces off the Stu's back. He feels a slight sting, letting him know his chain shirt barely kept the arrow from piercing his skin.\n\nA wolf comes charging toward Strennr biting his leg. He stumbles for as the canine pulls at his calf, but is able to keep his feet.{d:8}\n\nAll the horses, not trained for war start at the sight and smell of the wolf. {panicked}\n\nCharging through the brush you catch sight of a gnoll, who leaps 8 feet into the air and covering a good 30 ft. As he land his spear plunges into the gnome. {d:47, -8hp}\n\nBlood spews as it witdraws it's spear and turns thrusting it at Iriades. The tip pierces barely missing as it stabs less than an inch from Iriades' ear.\n\nYou see a orc nearly 50ft away in the brush notching another arrow to his bow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGnome is at -8\n\n Initiative \nFelix 19\nJas 17(21)\nGnome 17(17)\nStu 15\nBaddies 14\nStrennr {d:8} 13\nAtherin 12\nIriades 10\n\n Map \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\nSame as before, post your actions with rolls I'll post a summary. Your first Initials or abbreviation of you name is on your icon and your mounts. I left the pack mule out, assume it is in the same space as Jas's horse. Unless your mount is trained for war it is panicked and will resist any attempt to mount it or ride.\n\nYes, it was foreboding wasn't it?\n " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " \n Spoiler \nCharacter sheet seems to work fine to me. Are you using the one in my signature? That one is always the most recent.\n\nIn case you still can't access it:\n- Initiative: +6\n- AC: 20 (18 when flat-footed)\n- HP: 42\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n Well, now we don't need to go looking for them. \n\nStu's face settles into the familiar battle-mask as his glaive whips up in response to the gnoll's leap. Jockeying for position against the agile dog-man, the orc brings his own glaive down and across, hoping to gut it quickly and move on.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEntering rage. Taking a 5' step to K9 (how perfect, when fighting gnolls!). Five points of power attack. Full attack action.\n\n (1d20+12)[ 26 ] Attack 1\n (1d20+12)[ 17 ] Attack 1 crit confirmation, if applicable\n (1d20+24)[ 32 ] Attack 1 damage\n\n (1d20+7)[ 14 ] Attack 2\n (1d20+7)[ 23 ] Attack 2 crit confirmation, if applicable\n (1d20+24)[ 37 ] Attack 2 damage\n\nEdit: HP 86, AC 15\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n \n Spoiler \nCrap, sorry. Damage for the attacks should have been d10, not d20.\n\n (1d10+24)[ 34 ] Attack 1 damage\n (1d10+24)[ 31 ] Attack 2 damage\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas leaps atop his horse, calling to Strennr \"Stabilize the gnome, if you can!\" He spurs his mount, charging toward the wolf (W) in the brush, his greatsword swinging downward, his warhorse lashing out with a hoof.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHorse is war trained, ride check to steer with knees auto succeeds. Fast Mount is DC 20, I beat that, so it is a free action. If my attack hit, it triggered Knockdown. Rolls here. . I think that means I am at KL1516. Spuring takes 1 damage but adds 10 feet of movement.\n " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\nDrawing his sword almost instantly, Iriades heads for the orc archer in the distance...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Charge (+2 to hit, -2 AC)\n\n Attack roll - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n Damage roll - (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n\nDouble move (around the horse) up to the orc archer. No attack.\n\nHP: 42\nAC: 20 (mage armor included)\n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr looked visibly annoyed at the wolf that bit his leg. He then watched as Jas charged the Orc. \" If I must, I will help him. \" Getting away from the wolf as best he can, Strennr moved over to the gnome and knelt down beside him. He then put his hand on the gnome's chest. \" Just so you know, I detest you. \" He then channeled his healing powers into the little gnome.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOf course, if the wolf trips me things will be drastically different.😁\n\nHP:21 AC:18\n\nIf I make it to the gnome, I drop Sound Burst for Cure Moderate Wounds\n Health Healed - (2d8+6)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n \"Sae, attack!\" yells Atherin. The dog Saetherialis bounds forward, snarling. Aeriaphos the hawk launches herself from Atherin's shoulder, passing the dog and bearing down on the enemy wolf.\n\nThe elf then knocks an arrow and fires at the orc archer. A second arrow follows in moments.\n\nThe ranger's horse is startled by the sudden noise, but not afraid. It remains beside Atherin, watching the goings-on with interest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ath attack 1 - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] at orc\n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 6 ] \n Ath attack 2 - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] at orc\n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 3 ] \n\nAeriaphos, being Tiny, must move into the foe's square to attack, provoking an AoO. She has 18 AC and 15 HP.\n Aer attack - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] at wolf\n Damage - (1d4-2)[ 2 ] (min 1)\n\nSae (\"T\" on the map?) is too far away to reach a foe this turn, so he moves to J13.\n\nYay for animals and mass attacks!\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "OOC: NPCing Felix. Player mearly needs to post to retake controll.\n\nFelix reacts quickly, drawing his bow and loosing an arrow at the gnoll. The beast screams in pain as the arrow sinks deeply into it's armor. {crit d:15}\n\nJas nimbly leaps onto his horse maneuvering to free Strennr to act. His mighty blow knocking the wolf off it's feet. {d:12} His horse paws wildly missing the wolf's head.\n\nThe gnome is crumbled in a pile in the middle of the battle, still bleeding profusely. {Now at -9 and bleeding}\n\nStu's slashes rip through the Gnoll's armor initially, but goes wide on his second swing. {d:34}\n\nThe Gnoll retaliates against Stu, its spear stabbing deep into Stu's shoulder's twice. Stu feel searing pain as his muscles tear around the shaft. {d:59}\n\nThe wolf misses as it bites at the horse. As it stands Jas swings taking another gash out of the wolf, knocking it back to the ground. {d:16}\n\nThe orc draws an arrow, but doesn't attack, it appears to be waiting for something.\n\nStrennr moves to heal the gnome, but never makes it. The gnoll catches sight of him moving toward the gnome and stabs at him with its spear. Strennr's voice escapes him as he crumbles, unconcious. {d: 30, now at -9}\n\nAtherin's bow string sings as each arrow flies. The first strikes the Orcs shoulder. {d:6} The second sails over the orcs shoulder, lost in the woods.\n\nAeriaphos claws at the downed wolf, racking it's back. {d:2}\n\nSaetherialis can't quite make it to finish off the wolf, but gets as close as he can.\n\nIriades draws his sword apparently intending to gut the Orc, but drops his sword as he sees Strennr go down. He however is unable to stop the flow of blood as it begins to form a pool on the ground beneath Strennr.\n\n Summary to Now \nInit\nFelix {0d}\nJas {0d}\nGnome {-9, bleeding}\nStu {59d}\nGnoll {49d}\nWolf {30d}\nOrc {6d}\nStrennr {-9, bleeding in K13}\nAtherin, et al {0d}\nIriades {0d}\n\nMAP\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n " }, { "author": "Freshmeat", "message": " Iriades Mon'd'atall \n\n[new action]\n\nIriades draws his sword just as he sees Strennr go down. Knowing that time is of the essence, he quickly crouches down to attempt some hasty first aid.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heal Check - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nIF the gnoll is still up at his turn:\n\nStu grunts as the gnoll's blade bites deep into him, twice. This dog-man knew what he was doing! His face still frozen, he struck back, hard and fast, hoping to end this quickly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFive points of power attack.\n (1d20+12)[ 25 ] Attack 1\n (1d20+12)[ 19 ] Attack 1 confirmation\n (1d10+24)[ 33 ] Attack 1 damage\n\n (1d20+7)[ 25 ] Attack 2\n (1d20+7)[ 13 ] Attack 2 confirmation\n (1d10+24)[ 33 ] Attack 2 damage\n\nIf the first attack takes out the gnoll, he'll take a move action to get a healing potion out of his bag, and take a 5' step towards Strennr\n \n\n\nIF someone else has taken out the gnoll:\n\nStu glances down at the blood oozing from his own chest, but then glances over at Strennr and the crazy gnome. Don't think of him as an elf. Think of him as a comrade. \n\nHe yanks a healing potion out of his bag and dashes over to the fallen priest. He pours the elixir down the elf's throat.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d8+1)[ 8 ] Cure Light wounds\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas, seeing Strennr fall, leaps of his mount, moves to beside Strennr, and activates his wand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI failed the roll, so dismounting is a move action. However, since I did not move any distance, I can still take a five foot step. The wolf is prone, so no AoO for wand use. So, dismount to L15, step to L14, use wand. I /think/ that is legal, the only thing I am unsure of is if dismounting allows to pick the square. If it doesn't, I'll attack the wolf instead.\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin et al \n\nAs the wolf falls, Saetherialis skids and leaps instead at the other canine: the gnoll.\n\n \"Strennr!\" Seeing the devastation wrought by the gnoll, Atherin runs forwards and waves his hand at the dogman, while speaking an arcane syllable. A familiar ray bursts from his palm and strikes the gnoll.\n\nWithout any apparent instruction, the hawk leaves the wolf to bleed, instead flying at the orc archer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSaetherialis, riding dog - 18 AC, 13 HP\nMove to K12 (provoking a reach AoO?) and attack the gnoll.\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] at gnoll\n Damage - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n Trip - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n\nAeriaphos, hawk familiar - 18 AC, 15 HP\nMove to S10 (where the orc is), provoking another AoO. I'm probably pushing the limits of what the primitive mental link can do, but oh well.\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] at orc\n Damage - (1d4-2)[ 2 ] (min 1)\n\nAtherin, elf ranger/wizard - 22 AC, 30 HP\nMove to I13 and cast ray of enfeeblement .\n Touch Attack - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] at gnoll\n Str Damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\n((At least be glad I'm not attacking with the horse too.))\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "OoC: Felix is still NPC'd.\n\nFelix jumps to action as he see's Strennr fall. He hurries forward, drawing a potion from his pack. Both the Gnoll and the Orc tense and appear to be about to attack, but they don't. Felix kneels at Strennr's side and poors the potion down his throat. {d5 healed}\n\nJas leaps from his horse and administers some healing of his own. {d3 healed}\n\nThe gnome suddenly gasps and shakes as the life leaves his body. He now lies still, beyond the help of all but the best clerics. {-10, dead}\n\nAs the gnome's death rattle fades the orc lowers his bow and calls. \" We are finished. Withdraw! \" He then turns and runs soon disappearing into the brush.\n\nStu apparently takes exception to this order as he strikes twice at the Gnoll, cleaving its body in two with his final swipe. {-10 exactly}\n\nThe wolf quickly scrambles to it's feet and retreats before anyone else can react. It also soon disappears into the brush.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUnless you want to pursue the battle is over. Stu took 59 damage, and Strennr is at -1, but stable. XP award will be posted shortly in OOC. You won't get the max you could have gotten from that encounter, but it should be enough for a level, counting what I forgot to award from the Ettins.\n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas leans over Strennr, using his wand again, as he gives him a hand up. \"We couldn't save the gnome, I'm afraid.\" He says, glancing about at the others. \"If you're recovered enough, check everyones injuries.\" \n\nHe stands, and turns toward Atherin. \"Let's gather up the horses, and make sure they aren't hurt.\" He calls." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc is sorely tempted to pursue the orc, to punish one who would consort with dog-men. Then, glancing around at his own companions, he realized he had no right to judge.\n\nLeaning heavily on his glaive as the battle rage faded, Stu glanced around. Strennr seemed well cared for, and the gnoll wasn't moving. No point in trying to pursue without horses. Atherin might be able to track the orc later.\n\n He could be back any minute with reinforcements. Let's get the gnome and get out of here. \n\nBending painfully to the ground, Stu quickly pats down the two halves of the gnoll, in case there's anything of use for later.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAfter rage fades: AC 16. HP 15/74\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger kneels next to the body of the gnome. \"We knew him only a moment, but... I could have done more,\" he murmurs. Gradually he stands again, and looks to the cleric. \"If you're alright, Strennr, perhaps you could give Dandell his last rites.\" \n\nFinally he nods to Jas, and begins to gather the horses." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr held his side, where mere moments ago a gnoll spear had pierced his insides. \" Fine, I'll guide him as best I am able. And... thanks everybody... for saving me. \" Quickly turning to his work, he kneeled down beside the corpse and closed it’s eyes. The then closed his own eyes and began his prayer. All of it was in elven, and it consisted of the last rights given to an ally of the elves. He stood up and looked about at the others. \" It is now in the gods hands weather his soul is in it's deserved resting place. \" He then walked over to the corpse of the gnoll and peered down at it. \" I possess a necromantic spell to make the dead talk, and I think we should consult with the dead gnoll about his companions. That is, if anyone speaks Gnoll. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n Well, don't look at me - I don't speak bark. And I figure we take the gnome. Do the talk with him, get some answers, bury him quiet. Staying here makes me nervous. \n\nStu completes his survey of the gnoll's body and rises stiffly." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "On the gnoll you find a fine looking breastplate. It appears to be well crafted, but is not made of any extraordinary material. His spear is laying on the ground beside the body. As you roll the lower half you a large scimitar, also called a falchion. See that weapon, Stu has to truely wonder why the gnoll did not move to engage him where his glaive would have proved a hindrance.\n\nSearching the pockets of his cloths you find 25gp and 2 potions. On one of his fingers you see a ring." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr thought a second. \" Well, I guess I could do that. We may not get the same information out of him as the Gnoll, but we will then learn what he was trying to tell us earlier. \" He walked over to the gnomes corpse again and looked at the others. \" I can only ask a few questions. What should I ask? \"" }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas walks over to Stu, leading his horse, and hands the reins to him. \"Looks like he did a number on you.\" He says, glancing down at the body. \"He carrying anything interesting?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+1)[ 18 ] Appraise check on the glaive, to see if there's anything special about it to explain the gnoll's tactics.\n \n\n\nStu hands the coins, potions and ring to Jas to hold.\n\n Not as bad as the number we did on him. Bad enough, though. But I remember my lesson well. There's one kind of service for those as worship Larethian, and one for the rest of us. \n\nStu notices that the blood has begun oozing again. Rummaging in his pack, he finds an old shirt which he tears to wrap around his abdomen.\n\n Look, Strennr, you wanna question the gnoll, we can hitch him up behind you on your horse. I really don't want to stick around here to chit-chat. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "OOC: assuming you meant to appraise the spear.\n\nThe spear is worth at least 1000gp. Though you can't narrow it's exact value." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n \n Spoiler \nDoh! Yup. Spear is what I meant.\n \n\n\nStu gathers up the gnoll's spear to hold alongside his own glaive. He nods to it.\n\n This'll bear a second look too. Dog-men usually aren't so well equipped. " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Might as well check the ring as well.\" Jas replies." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nSilence implying consent, Stu bundles up the half of the gnoll that's likely to be doing the talking, and uses the rope from his pack to secure it to Strennr's horse. He then slings the dead gnome over his own saddlebags, using the gnome's own belt to hold him in place as needed.\n\n There was a defensible spot a couple hills back. If Atherin thinks it's a good site to stop, I say we go back there to regroup. " }, { "author": "Kellus", "message": " Fantastic Felix \n\nFelix nods. He briefly considers the morality of talking to the dead, but shrugs.\n\n\" That was exciting, \" he says off-handedly. \" I'm curious what our friend has to say as well. \"" }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas nods \"Alright, Stu will head there.\" He picks up the dead gnome, and fastens him to the pack mule. \"Lets head out.\" " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr mounted his own horse and followed after the others." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Approximately a half hour after the battle, Atherin leads you into a clearing well off the road. You cannot see the road, and assume no one can see you from it. The foliage is extra thick except for where Atherin cut a way in, on the edge way from the road.\n\nThe clearing is approximately 40ft in diameter and has a generally circular shape. The time is approaching mid afternoon." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"We'll camp here, so take all the time you need, Strennr. Stu, you should probably get those wounds treated before you faint from blood loss.\" He sets the gnomes corpse in the middle of the clearing, then looks about. \"Any volunteers for sentry duty?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nSighing, Stu nods to Jas, and walks over to Strennr. Taps him on the forehead.\n\n I should be up for guard duty tonight, Jas. Assuming... \n\nHe stares down at Strennr again.\n\n So, Strennr? Remember back there, when everyone else risked their asses saving you? \n\nHe glances significantly down at the bleeding gashes in his chest and abdomen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFor context, Ghal: Stu is at 15 of 74. Don't mean to be hard on you - but it is making for a good running gag!\n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr glared at the orc, looking annoyed as he rubbed at the spot where he was tapped. \" Of course, I guess that means I'm in your debt. Well, maybe it won't be for too long. \" Strennr held his hand over Stu's wounds and channled his healing magic into him.\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nI don't mind. 😁\n\nAnyway, I ditched Prayer for the CSW.\n Health Cured - (3d8+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu grunts in appreciation as one of the slashes creeps closed.\n\n No debt. Just that we're supposed to be helping each other. " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\n\" Hmm... It seems this will take more than I expected. \" He again channeled his healing powers into Stu.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLost Sound Burst for Cure Moderate Wounds\n\nHealth Healed- (2d8+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n \"Alright Stu, thanks for volunteering.\" He gets to work setting up a fire, and preparing a small dinner." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe big orc nods in what will have to pass for appreciation, and moves to start gathering a store of wood for Jas' fire. When he's finished, he lingers for a moment by its warmth, and looks out into the gathering darkness.\n\n Fire feels good. Thank you, Jas. So. What do you all think we should ask the stiff? " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr approached the dead gnome and sat down cross legged beside it. Resting his chin in his hand, he pondered the events of today and what the gnome had said before he died. \" Hmm... what do you know? Well, I guess we shall soon find out. \" Standing up, he held his arms outstretched at his sides and closed his eyes, one hand clutching his holy symbol. Smoothly bringing his empty hand in front of him, he began making the magical signs to breathe temporary life into the body. He also started chanting in a low, steady monotone. The air around the gnome's body grew chill has the necromantic power took hold.\n\nEDIT:\n\nSuddenly the chanting ended, Strennr having finished the spell. The temperature returned to normal around the body, a fine mist dissipating on the breeze. He let his arms hang down at his side, and then turned to look at the others. \" It is done. All that remains is to ask the questions. \" He crouched down next to the body and spoke to it. \" Who are the enemy patrols working for? \"" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The gnomes eyes open, but they stare blankly at nothing. The gaze of death still upon them. His mouth opens, yet the lips remain still as a ghostly voice comes from it. \" I don't know the name. I only saw him from a distance. Half man, half lizard. Power to control all.......... \"" }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nMoving on quickly, he continued with the questions. \" How many patrols are there? \"" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The gnome responds in the same ghostly voice, lips still unmoving, \" I do not know. The gnoll that speared me is from the same group that attacked my party. \" As it finishes speaking a gasp of air escapes the gnomes mouth and the eyes drift closed." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nAs the spell ends, Stu slowly releases his breath - not having even known he was holding it.\n\n I say we search him, then give the little guy a decent burial. Maybe Strennr can talk with the dog-man in the morning? \n\nHe hikes his thumb to the top half of the gnoll. If none object, he'll get out a shovel, step about 40' away from the camp, and start to dig." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr cursed in the elven tongue. \" I had hoped that he would know more about the patrols. Though I cannot say I wasn't expecting this. \" He looked up, too distracted to accurately hear what Stu had said. \" What? Oh, of course. Bury him. \" Strennr crossed his arms and paced the campsite, mulling over the significance of what the gnome had said. From time to time he would stop and glance over at the halved gnoll, then resume his pacing muttering something about spells." }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas sighs. \"Well, that was a bit of a disappointment. No new information.\" " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nThe ranger shivers as the necromancy dissipates. The dead aren't meant to talk... It's unnatural. \n \"Not quite true, Jas. We know the enemy patrols are led by... by a 'half-man, half-lizard' with 'the power to control all'.\" He pauses uncertainly. \"Do we know of any omnipotent half-lizards?\" " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\nJas frowns. Perhaps they aren't half lizard, but only look like a lizard? There are other beasts that could resemble lizards.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI was thinking Half Dragons, but Jas doesn't have the skill to know that, I think.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe hole required for such a small one is not onorous, even in such soil, and Stu quickly has the hole dug. He nods at Jas' comment.\n\n Yes. I remember my tribe fighting a band of skinny lizards for ownership of a cave. Skin like nails. Stank like death. Nasty. \n\nHe roughly and dispassionately strips anything of possible value from the gnome's body before carrying him to the hole.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm thinking half-dragon as well, but Stu DEFINITELY wouldn't know about them either.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "There is a bit of jewelery, you estimate it at being worth 2000gp total. He also had about 1 days supply of trail rations, perhaps the reason he originally attacked the hawk.\n\nAs you dump the body into the grave, night is falling and it is quite dark as you finish filling the hole. The campfire provides a warm glow as you gather around it discussing the days events.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRP as you wish, or post intentions for the evening watch.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nStu lifts the bit of gaudy from the gnome and shows it to the others before tucking it away.\n\n Spoils of war, I say. We can see how to split it when we're done. \n\nHe lays the gnome gently in the earth and starts to pile the loose dirt back on top. When done, he steps back.\n\n You died in battle. Live on in honour. " }, { "author": "Sepp", "message": " Jas Norn \n\n\nJas echoes Stu's salute, then turns back to the camp, lost in thought for a moment. \"Stu, you have tonights watch?\" he asks after a moment." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Stu \n\nThe orc nods at the man's question.\n\n Yes, Jas. It will give me time to think. \n\nHe glances over at Strennr, challenging the elf to dispute the fact that the big orc might, in fact, think.\n\n With that archer getting away, they know that we're here. And that we're good enough to take down that dog-man. Maybe in the morning - we talk about whether this changes what we do next. " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr stopped his pacing and looked up at Stu. \" Yes... in the morning I believe I will have an answer, at least to one of our problems. \" With that he unfurled his bedroll. He sat cross-legged on the bedroll and closed his eyes. He didn't enter trance immediately, but instead traced the lines in his holy symbol and planned for tomorrow." }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": " Atherin \n\nLooking for something to do, the ranger goes to his old companion Stu, and offers to check over the valuables gathered from the gnome and the gnoll for signs of magic before he turns in for the night.\n\nWith a yawn, Atherin reluctantly finds a place to trance, his animals settling around him again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting detect magic .\nCouple of Spellcraft checks to identify school(s) in case they're needed.\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n\nAlso, changing my prepared spells tomorrow.\nWiz0\n- Detect Magic\n- Prestidigitation\n- Ghost Sound x2\nWiz1\n- Ray of Enfeeblement\n- True Strike x2\nRng1\n- Summon Nature's Ally I\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "The day dawns bright and clear. Birds sound in the trees surrounding the clearing. The stench of the nearly day old gnoll corpse only now begins to tickle your nostrils. Nothing unusual occurred during the night. Stu heard some rustling from the bushes early in the night, but did not raise the alarm when investigation revealed no visible enemy. Atherin finds some deer tracks in the area as dawn breaks." }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr arose from his meditation and packed up his bedroll quietly. He clasped his hands together and quickly performed his morning prayer. With that out of the way, he walked over to the dead Gnoll body and stared at it briefly, then turned away from it and waited for everybody else to rouse from their slumber.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHere's the spell selection of the day.\n\n0th- Guidance, Detect Magic, Light, Create Water, Mending\n1st- Protection from Evil, Shield of Faith, Bless, Obscuring Mist\n2nd- Bull's Strength, Sound Burst, Aid\n3rd- Tongues, Speak with Dead\n " }, { "author": "Naleh", "message": "((OOC: New Year's Bump!))\n\n Atherin \n\nAfter studying his spellbook and briefly meditating, the woodsman stands. \"I'll hunt us some game. Go ahead and ask the questions without me.\" Privately, Atherin admits to himself that he just doesn't want to be around the necromancy.\n\nThe ranger readies his bow, grins at his companions, and follows the deer tracks into the woods. His leather-dressed dog accompanies him, nose to the ground, but he leaves hawk Aeriaphos and horse Tyatherialis at camp.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Survival - (1d20+15)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ghal Marak", "message": " Strennr \n\nStrennr nodded to Atherin as he left, but made no move to start the spell. He was going to wait for everybody to wake before he started." } ]
[ { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "Hello folks! Yes, you're at the right thread. Enjoy your adventure!\n\nI will try my best to make it enjoyable for us all.\n\n-vampire2948-" }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "okay. 😁" }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "Sorry, slightly confused, do you want us to post the game here now, or was this going to be an OOC thread?" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "This is the campaign thread, carrying on from Kentma's thread.\n\nContinue to Role Play.\n\n\nHere's what's happening:\n\nThe Kraken, defeated, has gone back to it's lair.\n\nYou guys are sailing in no particular direction. You need to set a course." }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "The next morning, after recovering from the majority of her hangover, First mate Glidda makes her way to the officers meeting to disguss the plans of action. (For arguments sake the new guys are now officers too.)" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "Quick(ish) plot recap:\n\n\nIt all began on one sunny morning about three weeks ago. (at least I think it was 3 weeks, no one really kept track of the time).\n\nThe old captain of this vessel had got us frozen in the ices of the north, which we all blamed him for, and it was his fault. Therefore, we quickly tried to take control of the vessel by force. Which Thomas did, eventually the captain teleported off of the ship and onto a random desert island, filled with many beautiful women and lots of beer. I should have gone with him.\n\nAnyway, after we had wrested control of the boat, we found that there were letters that the old captain had in his cabin. They detailed arrangements for the Pirate Lord's fleet (that included our boat) to meet at a location four weeks from then.\n\nTherefore, we set off. The bard, played by KatanaBlade, wrote a very good poem that he sang.\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n\nThere once was a captain,\nwho wasn't so nice,\nhe took us, his crew,\nthrough danger and ice.\n\nWhy did he do this?\nI hear you cry,\nHe didn't give a reason,\nbefore we made him die.\n\n'twas Thomas the Psychic,\nwho charged in bravely,\nfought long and hard,\nand wounded him gravely.\n\nThe druid named Shea,\nwas next in the fray,\nwith Arthur, her squid,\nthey ended the day.\n\nSo there lies the cap'n,\nall smooshed on the deck.\nNow Thomas is captain,\nthe weight's round his neck!\n \n\n\nWe reached a port, where we resupplied and got some zombies and undead seagulls to help us to crew the ship and look for enemies. There were other things that happened there...such as ChineseLegolas' character having his way with much of the local female population and taking valuables.\n\nWe moved on, and presently found a ship that was crewed by dwarves, and after achieving first contact we took them up on their offer to kill a sea drake for them, which we still have to complete.\n\nOnce that was done the ship sailed on to a new area. Where we met a ship that was under assault by a Kraken, a dreaded beast of the deeps. We fought it off and outran a storm, even taking control of the boat by use of Slith's (vampire2948's wizard) lizard familiar and some undead. It is unknown what happened to that vessel, it is possible that it went down with the waves.\n\nThe boat is now several miles from that place, sailing into the distance, it is your choice where you go next and what you wish to do. Remember, you recieved an invite to work for the traders guild, a mission to kill a sea drake and you have a pressing appointment with the Pirate Lord.\n\nOr, you could just do what pirates do best and pillage and plunder.\n\nIt's up to you, enjoy." }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "OOC: So we have 3 tasks that need to be done.\n\nA) Kill the seadrake, we have 2 weeks to do this I beleive.\nB) Meeting with the Pirate Lords, this is in less than a week.\nC) be piratey, we got all the time in the world.\n\n \"I say we bett'r meet up with the pirate lord, If we wan'a sail in his seas we bett'r be on his good side.\" says the first mate dwarf, the captian have not arrived yet." }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": "Tomas come in a few minutes late, and asks for everyones attention. He then addresses the rest of the officers (and yes, all new PC's were promoted to officer) \"Currently we have 2 tasks needing to be completed. We have a meeting with the Pirate Lord in 1 week, something i think it would be highly recommended we go to, and we have a sea drake that needs killing. Since there is no specific time limit for the sea drake, it needing to be done only before someone else does it. I think it would be best to go and meet with the Pirate Lord's fleet first, for missing that appointment would not do well in our relationship with him. What about all of you? " }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " That would seem to be an excellent plan, though if I might ask, could we not kill the drake and teleport to the Pirate Lord? I would prefer to get the more dangerous task out of the way sooner rather than later, but either way sounds good to me. Just let me pray to the God of Crabs to grant us smooth passage. " }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": " Does anyone here have the ability to teleport the entire ship? Also, doesn't teleport require one to have been to, or seen, where they are going? If these obstacles can be overcome, then killing the drake first would be a fine plan. Otherwise, I would stick to meeting the Pirate Lord. " }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": " And what about the other ship we lost, we could do with a bigger ship. But as i see it right now, we have an appointment with the pirate lords. " }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mf11 \n Does anyone here have the ability to teleport the entire ship? Also, doesn't teleport require one to have been to, or seen, where they are going? If these obstacles can be overcome, then killing the drake first would be a fine plan. Otherwise, I would stick to meeting the Pirate Lord. \n \n\n Scry the drake, teleport us there, kill the beast, teleport us back to the ship, then sail to the Pirate Lord. Nice, simple, and effective. We just need to find someone who can teleport us. " }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": " I like that idea. But in case you have forgotten, we are in the middle of an ocean with a kraken on the loose, who after todays battle, will want us dead if it ever sees us. That, and none of us can cast teleport, and the nearest port is a few days away, (i think) where we would have to hire someone who could cast it and would want to fight a sea monster. She says." }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "The nearest port is two days away. It will take four days to reach the place where the pirate lord is.\n\nYou have 1 week to see the pirate lord.\n\nYou have 2 weeks to kill the sea drake." }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " Oh, well maybe the Pirate Lord will help us with that or something.... " }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": " \"Hm. If we head to port now a 2 day trip, we will get there and have a whole day to trade, repair and get supplys. Then if we head to the pirate lord then we should get their in time for the meetin', 7 days from now. Then we can search for this sea-drake and kill it in the next week.\" Glidda ponders as she draws a line of travel across the map with her finger.\n\n \"Hm but its 4 days from here.. How long would it take to get to the pirate lord from port?\" " }, { "author": "kentma57", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Yeril \n \"Hm but its 4 days from here.. How long would it take to get to the pirate lord from port?\" \n \n\nThe meeting place is 4 days from the port. The port is two days from your current location and the meeting is 5 days from your current location, though you would have to skip resupplying." }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "@^ 2 days sailing 1 day at port 4 days sailing, thats 1 week we should arrive on the day of the meeting." }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "OOC: Kentma, shoo ^^ my campaign now! :D lol." }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": "((Yeril's idea seems best to me. 2 days to port, 1 day on land, 4 days to get to the pirate lord. from there, we can go after the drake. We MIGHT even be able to get some help from the pirate lord if we're good enough at sucking up.))" }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": " Jason \n Well Captain, it would be best to resupply at the port first, both for the ship and myself. I lost a great deal when my previous ship went down and I'd like a chance to buy some more supplies. \n\nJason reaches a hand into his cloak and pulls out a large bag.\n\n And Captain, I feel that I must offer this in thanks for my place on this vessel and for being named an officer. Does this crew have a ship fund at all? \n\nJason hands Tomas a bag containing 1000 gp.\n\n[[Can anyone tell me how damage to the ship works? Can I repair it with Jason's infusions or is there a special way to do it in a source book? Last question, does anyone know of an ship improvements that I can make?]]" }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "OOC; Ooer, yeah we were using like.. a bunch of sea-themed books, and because they all used different rules it got realy confusing. we realy need to settle on 1 book, DM's choice of course." }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "[[OOC: Yeah I can borrow a number of books from people I know. I think I can lay hands on Stormwrack, Seas of Blood and the Seafarer's Handbook possibly a few others. Were there any others being used? To the DM: Please go for a system that I can use my infussions with!]]" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "Well, I like The Seafarer's Handbook. Any Objections?" }, { "author": "KatanaBlade", "message": "OOC - So? What's our course!" }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": " \"I say we follow Glidda's idea. Any objections?\" " }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": " Just one. What are we doing about the other ship? We are just going to leave it? " }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": " \"The ship is un-important, we will find it after we have dealt with the sea-creature or we will find it on the way, but we just don't have the time to spare to go lookin' for a boat lost at sea.\" " }, { "author": "KatanaBlade", "message": "I agree with Glidda! lets do that!\n\nI start singing a song about sailing, giving everyone +2 to their sailor checks." }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": " I have no objections, but there is the possibility of scrying on the ship while we're sailing to port. That would save time looking for it and let us at least know if such a venture would be worth trying. Can anyone here cast such a spell? " }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": "((OOC:VAMPIRE: I will be gone from this friday to the friday after it, with no posting.))" }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darkantra \n I have no objections, but there is the possibility of scrying on the ship while we're sailing to port. That would save time looking for it and let us at least know if such a venture would be worth trying. Can anyone here cast such a spell? \n \n\n \nI could, um, pray and hope for a vision?\n\n " }, { "author": "KatanaBlade", "message": " Hey! I can scry! I'll do it right now. \n\n\nI sit in a meditative position on the deck, legs crossed, arms by my side. I take a deep breath and cast scry.\n\nI look for the ship that Slith's Lizard was on.\n\nWhat do I see?" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "You see the ship under a lot of water." }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " Sleeping with the fishes, eh? " }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": " Well, that certainly ends that avenue of options. We might as well head for port now. " }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": " I agree. Shea says" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "[Sorry that I do not have time to write a more lengthy description]\n\nThe sails are set, your ship moves off. After two days of sun, sea and sailing, you reach the port.\n\nThere is a dock that is large enough to accomodate your ship. You can go there if you wish.\n\nThere are cobbled streets winding their way up into the town, children and adults rush about on the piers and in the town, seagulls fly through the air above and a shop of streets is packed with people, their shouts and cries audible even from your boat." }, { "author": "Solo", "message": "Bracharyus gets out on the dock and stretches his legs.\n\n So, I take it we're going dragon hunting then? Tell me more about this dragon of yours... " }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "[OOC - Well...this is going well.]\n\n\nShameless Advertising!!! :\n\nI'm going to start a new adventure at the start of the christmas hols, you are all welcome to join it. I will post a link on this thingy :D\n\nIt'll be better than Kentma's pirate ideas!! :D\n\n<3 you Kentma.\n\n\nVampire2948,\n\n\n\nNOW GET BACK TO POSTING! RAWR!!" }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": " Lucas \n\nLucas spends his time at port absconned in his room. From under the door several crew members can see flashes of lights from under the door. Jake left the ship, with some very specific instructions. Flying well above the city the metallic dog looks for any kind of farm nearby.\n\nOOC: Jason is going to create a wand during the stop over but I don't have my books with me so I'll fill in the details later. This is mainly a BUMP.\n\nNote to DM:\n \n Spoiler \nJake is going to look for a scarecrow and carry it back to the ship, I gots a plan...\n " }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "Glidda and the Reavers in the crew (we still have all 6 right?) Survey the ship and make any repairs needed to it that they can get done in time." }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "Shea will help repair the ship with some spells, then go to town and stock up on food." }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " Hey, how about we go out for a night on the town? Find a bar, get drunk, have some eats, and relax? " }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "From time to time Jason ventures out from his room to use his infussions to speed the repairs on the vessel.\n\n[OOC: How badly is the ship damaged?]" }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "(shouldnt be that bad, considering we both can heal the ship on the way to the port.)" }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "By the time you leave, the ship is fully healed. (Kentma didn't tell me how much damage the ship took. So I'll assume that you can fully repair it in that time)\n\nThe metal doggie finds a scarecrow and takes it back to the ship.\n\n\nShea, you go to the market. How much food are to looking to buy? The place is full of food, you can have pretty much as much as you like.\n\nYeril, yes, you have 6 reavers with you." }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "Glidda!\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nTo the pirate lord it seems! ahoy! avast! Let-sa Go! Itsa-me Mario!" }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "I'm looking to restock the ship for a good two months, but its barely been two weeeks, so about two weks of food should be fine." }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "Shea, that costs you...errm...10 GP! Expensiveness.\n\n\nNice gliddatar Yeril." }, { "author": "KatanaBlade", "message": "I get off at the port and head into another part of the world to seek my fortune.\n\n[I'm leaving the campaign. It's got a bit boring and slow. Thanks anyway everybody, enjoy the adventure with vampy, he rules]" }, { "author": "kentma57", "message": "Not my campain but, BUMP ." }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "Well folks, looks like it's dead. Time to bring it down completely.\n\n Jason Hoderick \n\nJason is busy organizing his various potions, salves, and alchemical items. Arranged in neat piles on the floor and desk of his room Jason doesn't even notice that one of his ditherbombs has rolled to the edge of the desk.\n\n Master, I found one! \n\nBursting into his room with the scarecrow, Jake bounds forwards and knocks the same ditherbomb onto the floor. Jason looks down at the smoking globe and has just enough time to say his final words.\n\n\"SHIIII---\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Alchemist's Fire - (10d6)[ 43 ] Fire\n Alchemist's Frost - (10d8)[ 49 ] Frost\n Alchemist's Lightning - (10d8)[ 43 ] Lightning\n Acidic Fire - (5d4)[ 10 ] Fire\n Acidic Fire - (5d4)[ 12 ] Acid\n Strong Ditherbomb - (1d4)[ 1 ] x (1d6)[ 2 ] \n Strong Ditherbomb - (1d4)[ 1 ] x (1d6)[ 3 ] \n Strong Ditherbomb - (1d4)[ 1 ] x (1d6)[ 1 ] \n Strong Ditherbomb - (1d4)[ 2 ] x (1d6)[ 2 ] \n Strong Ditherbomb - (1d4)[ 3 ] x (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Wyrm Ditherbomb - (1d6)[ 5 ] x (1d8)[ 8 ] \n Wyrm Ditherbomb - (1d6)[ 6 ] x (1d8)[ 6 ] \n Flasks of Oil - (5d3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n BRAAAKOOOOOOM!! \n\nThe ship, from the inside, is hit for 258 damage. It begins to sink listlessly down into the ocean while the people at port watch in horror." }, { "author": "vampire2948", "message": "looks up from the detailed plot that he had been writing for you people to explore\n\nCRAP!\n\nmeh...looks like that's not needed any more\n\n\nI really shouldn't have let you have so many explosives :D" }, { "author": "Yeril", "message": "So is the campaign dead or alive?" }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "If you want I can just have it being a horrible, horrible dream 😦.\n\nIf you had some plot ideas then perfect, I would like to see some action with this character that isn't me blowing up an entire ship. So if we're still trying to play then let's go for it.\n\nAs for the explosives, DON'T LET THE LUGGAGE GET KILLED, it carries all of Jason's explosives so the Luggage dying equals 258 damage to everyone nearby.\n\nAs a final note, if the campaign ever does go down again, well, you all know how it's going to end.\n\n Jason Hoderick\n \nJason sits up from his bed, screaming. The dream had been so vivid that he couldn't get it out of his head. Looking over at the scarecrow he curses and slaps himself on his forhead before going back to work on his wand." }, { "author": "Solo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Yeril \n So is the campaign dead or alive? \n \n\nSchroedinger's Campaign.\n\n\n\nBracharyus tumbles out of the top bunk, and falls past Jason to land on the floor.\n\n By the tentacles of Crabthulhu, what was that for? he asks angrily, applying a vigorous self-massage to his injured back." }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "hooray for being in town buying supplies. Shea finds the ship gone. Eh, must have left w/o me she thought. She fails to notice the bubbles rising where the ship was, turns around and finds another ship to board with her squid Arthur.\n\n😁\n\nAnd i believe it is dead officailly now. I'll still play but i doubt that is going to happen." }, { "author": "Darkantra", "message": "Well vampire 2498 2948 you said before that you had another campaign idea and that we were all invited right? We could recruit some new players and play through that one." }, { "author": "Mithreander", "message": "It appears that Vamp has been away since the 23rd.\n\nSo, when he returns, hopefully he can provide details then as to what will happen.\n\nOh, don't mind me... I'm just an innocent bystander clapping at the display of fireworks that just sunk into the port.\n\nOoooo, pretty!" } ]
[ { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "You have each been told to meet someone by the name of Torrent 1 at the Poison Apple Pub a little before midnight on New Year’s Eve, and to use the alley door. This seems a bit strange, as the pub has been closed down since its owner was arrested.\n\nThe people of the city know an army is on the way, so the streets are fairly deserted and normal festivities muted, letting you travel fairly unmolested. The pub is in a poorer district about a mile from the western city wall, filled with slush-covered cobblestone streets and dark, snow-filled alleyways. The evening is dark and claustrophobic, the multistory buildings of the city looming in the night, no lights in most windows.\n\nThe pub is a two-story building attached by a rooftop bridge to a neighboring house. The door and windows are boarded up, and the curtains drawn (though a faint light can be seen upon close inspection). A notice has been posted on its door:\n\n\n \"Trehan Finner, owner of the Poison Apple Pub, has been taken into temporary custody under the protection of the city guard, until such time that he can be questioned by representatives of the Ragesian Empire, and found innocent of hostile collusion. The Poison Apple Pub is hereby closed until further notice.\" \n\nThe adjacent building connected by the bridge is the Finner residence, currently unoccupied. Down the street from the pub is a stable where some of you have left mounts, and you have been told to enter through a side alley entrance to avoid being seen. The door is locked, but you've been instructed to knock. As each of you do, Torrent opens the door a crack a few moments later. After checking to make sure it's safe, she lets you in, gesturing casually to a table where she has set up a lamp, a map, several mugs, and a small keg of beer.\n\nHelionaluxis arrives first, followed by Sovorian, Lyanne, Cyrick, and lastly by Varcolac.\n\nThe darkened pub is mostly empty now, its many tables and chairs pushed to one wall and covered with sheets. A single table sits in the middle of the room, with enough chairs for all of you. A small oil lamp and a keg sit on top of it, along with several mugs. At the back corner of the common room beside the bar, a staircase leads upstairs. The windows and door facing onto the street are closed, and you know they have been boarded up from the outside. On the wall behind the bar hangs a bronze bust of the former emperor of Ragesia, Drakus Coaltongue, a regal, aged half-orc with a scar cutting diagonally across his face. You and Torrent are the only people in the room.\n\nAs tall and strong as the typical warrior, Torrent is a distinctive looking woman with tanned skin and short white hair. Under a dark winter coat she wears a breastplate decorated with blue wave-like etchings, and a holy symbol 2 is tied to her wrist with a leather cord. Her demeanor is smooth but forceful, like an ocean wave.\n\nOnce you all arrive, she says: \"Thanks for coming. Have a drink. Just because we’re about to go to war doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate the new year.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Knowledge (Religion) DC 20: Torrent is a devout follower and a priestess of Leviatan, god of the sea.\n 2 Knowledge (Religion) DC 13: The icon on her wrist is that of Leviatan, god of the sea.\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne accepts a mug, though she can't help wishing it was mulled wine given the cold night outside. Well, I've had a hot meal and a night's sleep in a good inn; that's enough taste of luxury to be going on with. At least this woman she's been told to meet looks capable; this probably isn't going to be a waste of her time.\n\nShe looks around at the others gathered about the table, assessing. A more motley bunch than she's accustomed to, but all look like they can take care of themselves. Her eye catches on the golden ones of the copper-haired woman in chain and shield, definitely familiar. Her brow creases slightly as she tries to place her.\n\nWhile her mind works she raises her mug to the group. \"To the new year, and interesting times.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": "Varcolac hangs back, hands folded across her chest, but consents to accept a cup of ale.\n\n\" Those who live them seldom have cause to bless interesting times. \"\nHer voice is a throaty baritone; it might be sultry, if it weren't for the unmistakable burr of an ethanol-slowed tongue. Still, she's clearly an old hand at drink, and tips back her cup with a good will.\n\nThe lady in red- for so she is- takes a seat, hips swinging to one side and the other. Her leather armor is blackened by wear, and dented and scratched in innumerable places; it looks as if it might once have been the under-layer of a more protective suit. In contrast to the fraying armor, her wide-legged trousers and doublet are fine, edged in brocade and studded with garnets at cuffs and high collar.\n\nThe sleeves, oddly, have been looped at several points with braided red ribbons, the same deep burgundy as her hair, which hangs in a single thick braid down her back.\nAnyone who takes a close look notices that the material is too thin to protect against winter cold, but she seems utterly unaffected.\n\nHer emerald eyes flash as she smiles, lips thin and pale in her dusky face.\n\" Let us hope our age, therefore, is one without event. \"\nHer smile fades.\n\" Though, somehow, I doubt it. \"\nHer tone is more bitter than the howling wind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnow:Religion\n (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \n Spoiler \n K: Rel checks (1d20+3=19, 1d20+3=4) \n\nAlmost got the 1st one, but not the 2nd. I assume I got it close enough, and Helionaluxis knows Torrent from the religious district well enough, that we can assume she knows the 1st one anyway?\n \n\nHelionaluxis arrives at the pub as early as it is safe, tersely greeting Torrent. She gives Torrent a brief nod as she comes in. She asks if Torrent's alright and, once she's gotten a reply, sits between her & the door in a perfect position to intercept anyone trying to attack Torrent. She watches the door in silence, hand next to her scimitar.\n\nHelionaluxis stands up and greets you with Torrent when each of you enter. From the moment the door opens, her golden eyes lock onto you and seem to burrow deep into your soul.\n\nAfter you pull your gaze off her eyes, you see she's almost as tall as you, but it feels like she's looking down at you instead of vice versa. She's also (except for Cyrick) much broader-built. You doubt any of it is fat, though; her motions remind you of a large hunting cat resting between kills. Her dark-toned skin has been further tanned by countless days outside, making the golden flecks scattered across it and the light-colored scars crossing her right arm stand out. The flecks flicker as she moves in the light; the texture of her skin around them looks scaly. The scars appear to be from just one claw swipe, but that claw was as wide as half her arm, and the individual scars are wider than your thumb.\n\nHer copper hair is cropped short but sticks out a bit on both sides in back, like a lizard's spine frills. She's outfitted like a skirmisher: chain shirt, scimitar & wooden shield, longbow, an exotic kukri where the dagger usually goes.\n\nShe tersely greets each of you as arrive, sparing less than a half-dozen words, then going silent until the next arrival. If she feels a particular way about her new teammates, her face doesn't betray it.\n\nOnce everyone's arrived, she doesn't speak again until Torrent's request.\n\n \"A new year... I don't trace them anymore. I don't find the times as interesting as other people do.\" \n\nShe raises her mug with the others and slowly drinks it. As she sets it down, she looks at Lyanne.\n\n \"Your voice... Lyanne?\" \n\nShe nods, a slight grin flitting across her face.\n\n \"Yes, Lyanne... it's been a while. What are you doing up here? Have you changed as much as I have?\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick's entry into the room is as quiet as can be, for a gigantic man in heavy armor. As he enters, he gives a short bow to Torrent before taking his seat.\n\nThe tall, heavily built man has straight brown hair that falls just past his shoulders. Intense green eyes rest above a small, angular nose that in turn rests above thin, chapped lips. He wear a well trimmed beard that frames his mouth, and is slightly lighter in hue than the rest of his hair, for an overall result that many would call ruggedly handsome.\n\nHe has a bulky, powerful build, with large, well-toned muscles dominating his body. On the back of his right palm, a runic symbol that many would recognize as dwarven in origin is tattooed in black ink. He wears a red and white tabard with a symbol that clearly marks him as a member of the Aquiline Cross on his chest, over well-kept but somewhat crude looking banded mail. On his back hangs a large kite shield, unpainted and undecorated save for the symbol of Heironeous etched into the center. A well-made but plain looking longsword hangs at his hip.\n\nHe takes a mug of ale when it is offered, though he normally doesn't drink. 'Twould be rude to refuse, after all. As the toasts begin, he raises his glass and says, in a deep baritone that carries well through the room, \"May peace find those who so desperately need it.\" With that, he takes a (very) small sip of his ale." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Recognition dawns at the sound of the scarred woman's voice, and the sight of her arm.\n\n \"Amber?\" A smile spreads across Lyanne's face. \"A while is an understatement. I'm here looking for employment... but it looks like you've had the more eventful life since we last met. I scarce recognized you.\" She pauses, remembering. \"Are you still in contact with Merri?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis's grin disappears at the mention of Merri. \"Yes. And call me Helionaluxis.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne blinks at that. \"I will if I can pronounce it,\" she quips, taking the hint of Amber's... Helionaluxis' ... reaction to her old friend's name. We can catch up when we have a little privacy. She smiles again at her former friend and turns back to Torrent and the larger group." }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": "Sovorian enters the room quietly, sizing up those gathered there. He looks to be an average-sized human, his head cleanly shaved. He wears a battered breastplate, with a shield strapped to his back, but no armaments. He takes a drink, and, as the others our toasting, takes some time to think of a suitable greeting.\n\nAfter a few moments' deliberation, he raises his mug, and says \"My name is Sovorian. And may we drink to the best of all possible worlds.\" He drains a good mouthful from his cup, and then sets it down, to attend to more important matters.\n\n \"Now that we are all here, friends, I think we ought turn our attentions to what we all know to be coming. Lady Torrent, now that we have had our drink and toasts, shall we speak of the coming war?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis betrays one final grin to Lyanne before turning to listen to Sovorian & Torrent." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Torrent grimaces and straightens in her chair, saying, \"That’s one year gone. 1 Sovorian's right: it’s time to get down to business.\n\n\"The city’s in trouble. The Ragesian army is marching on us, and will be here by tomorrow. Before then, we have a mission.\n\n\"I used to study at a magic academy to the south, called Lyceum. They’re good people. So when word reached them about Ragesia’s 'Scourge,' they sent out messages calling for anyone fleeing Ragesia to come to them. They want to stand against the Ragesians, and the resistance wants their help. We just need to get a message to them.\n\n\"Normally we would have sent something by teleporting courier, but something strange is going on with planar magic. The last courier who teleported into Gate Pass, rumor is that he showed up burnt to a crisp. Not that I have that sort of magic anyway, but if we’re going to talk to Lyceum, we’re going to have to go overland. And that’s a problem, because the city’s walls are sealed.\n\n\"Ever since their emperor died, the Ragesians have been trying to show that they’re not weak, and they’re marching an army in our direction, since the mountain pass we’re in is apparently 'strategically valuable.' Either way, a few idiots on the city council want to negotiate with the Ragesians, and rumor is they’re going to invite a group of Inquisitors 2 into the city to look for 'magic-users who are hostile to the empire.'\n\n\"They’ve sealed the gates of the city so no one can get out, to make sure they look like they're cooperating, and only military personnel can get in or out.\n\n\"We’re going to have to get out of the city, and I’m open to suggestions on how. Once we're out, I can get us safely to Lyceum 3 , but before we get ahead of ourselves, we have a mission tonight.\n\n\"The short version is that we’ve got to meet a contact—a halfling who goes by Rivereye Badgerface—in about an hour at a guarded depository about a half-mile from here. He's carrying a case of vital military intelligence which he stole from the Ragesian palace, and the heads of the resistance think that it needs to reach Lyceum. We’ve got to get that case, get out of the city, and get far away from here before the idiot city council lets the Ragesian Inquisitors in. Once that happens, the odds of us escaping are—\" here she pauses and finishes off her mug of beer in one long guzzle \"—slim.\n\n\"I know I'd love to stay here and fight against the Ragesians, but I'm no soldier, and this mission might be more important. Worst case, you get away from the Ragesians and we can part ways a few days down the road. Best case, you can come with me to Lyceum, and we come back with an army of our own to drive off the Ragesians. But we’ve got to act fast either way. What do you think?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Listen DC 20: You can hear bells tolling and other noisemaking, ringing in the new year. Apparently Torrent has sharp hearing.\n 2 Knowledge (Arcana or Religion):\nDC 10:\n \n Spoiler \nThe inquisitors hunt for dangerous magic, which in their mind pretty much means any magic used by other people. They have special skills for stopping other mages’ spells. Most inquisitors are humans, orcs, or half-orcs, and they carry metal claws on their hands. Many inquisitors are skilled interrogators, and they use their claws to slit the wrists of prisoners, forcing the prisoner to answer quickly.\n \n\nDC 15:\n \n Spoiler \nInquisitors are almost exclusively clerics, with access to divine fire, magic, and protection domains. They wear masks to shield their souls, and thus are more resistant to mind-affecting magic. No one has seen Supreme Inquisitor Leska’s face for nearly forty years.\n \n\nDC 20:\n \n Spoiler \nInquisitors cannot turn or control undead; instead, they channel negative energy to dispel magic. Positive energy can inhibit their counterspelling abilities.\n \n\nDC 30:\n \n Spoiler \nSupreme Inquisitor Leska is rumored to be gathering information on how to steal divine power—not to become a god herself, but to make herself strong enough so that she never need be beholden to a deity. She and her followers are therefore all heretics in the eyes of the deities, and they cannot\nbe raised from the dead except as undead abominations.\n \n\n 3 Knowledge (Arcana or History)\nDC 10:\n \n Spoiler \nLyceum is a school devoted to teaching magic of all sorts. It is located in the small town of Seaquen, on the rocky tip of a marshy peninsula in southern Dassen. Students of the school often travel the world to learn foreign magic.\n \n\nDC 15:\n \n Spoiler \nThe head of Lyceum, a diviner named Simeon, has visited all the major cities in the region and has friends and contacts among the mages of those cities. He founded his school to encourage solidarity among magic-users, and to find ways to use magic for the benefit of everyday people. Many governments think of him as a meddler.\n \n\nDC 20:\n \n Spoiler \nSimeon has no actual battle experience, having primarily served as an\nadvisor for nobles and rich merchants. In an attempt to make his school seem more legitimate (and to discourage Dassen from trying to levy taxes against them) he has recruited a cadre of talented warmages and battle clerics, and has offered Seaquen’s harbor as a home port for the Wayfarers, a group of magically-inclined entertainers.\n \n\nDC 30:\n \n Spoiler \nMany years ago, an archmage was slain at the site where Lyceum now stands. Rumors say he was entombed beneath the school in caverns filled with fire.\n \n\nKnowledge (Local) DC 13:\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \n Spoiler \nListen check; K: Rel check\n\n Listen check; K: Rel check (1d20+1=9, 1d20+3=11) \n K: Local (1d20+2=6) \n \n\n\nHelionaluxis nods as she listens to Torrent.\n\n \"I will go with you as long as I can. What escape routes do you have planned?\" " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": " \"This information the halfling has...do you have any idea what it might be about, or is it not ours to reason why?\" Sovorian asks. \"But regardless of that, I will see this to its end. Even if there was not the package to be delivered, I think we would still all find it best if we left the city.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Rolls \n \"Listen\" - (1d20+1) [3] \n \"Knowledge history\" - (1d20+6) [15] \n \"Knowledge local\" - (1d20+5) [14] \n \n\n\nAt \"I'm open to suggestions\" Lyanne automatically starts assembling everything she can recall about the layout of the city and possible escape routes. She raises an eyebrow when Torrent finishes her exposition. \"Lyceum, in Seaquen? I know it. You're right, we should be able to make it there without too much trouble, if we can get out of the city first.\" Whether it'll help you is another matter. Lyceum's head isn't the most likely figure to galvanize support to a cause. \n\nShe ponders. \"South's the only way for us - get out the gates and past the watchtowers and patrols. Not much point in trying the indirect approach, every other direction is going to be as risky or worse. I know there's a road south a short way east of here. Perhaps one of you knows the city better than I, and can judge our chances of sneaking through?\" \n\nLyanne turns to Torrent, clearly absorbed in the problem facing them. \"Who's this contact of yours expecting? Do you have to meet him yourself? It may not be wise for all of us to go together - better to have a pair at most go to meet him while the rest find and secure a way out.\" \n\nA thought occurs to her. She looks off into the middle distance and her lips form soundless words as she turns it over before snapping back to decisiveness and looking once more to Torrent. \"The gates are closed, but how secure are the walls? On a festival night, we might have a chance of finding an empty building that will let us get over and out if we go high enough. Stay off the main roads until we're well past the city's patrols, and we'll be home free.\" \n\nLyanne looks around to the others, waiting for critique. \"Oh, and - I'm in.\" If for no more reason than that this city isn't looking like a very pleasant place to stay. " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"Why the split? To save time, or to risk only a third of us being killed if they've discovered the contact and set up an ambush?\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne raises her eyebrows. \"Not quite so pessimistic, no. Firstly, the contact may be spooked if there's too many people at the rendezvous point. We don't want him mistaking us for the authorities and deciding to stay away. Secondly, two smaller groups will attract less attention than one large one. All the numbers in the world won't help if we rouse the alarm. Our best bet is to get away, if we can, without leaving a trace.\n\n\"That said, it depends on how much a second group could accomplish, given that we'd have to meet up after the rendezvous anyway. It may make as much sense to simply have most of us wait near this depository until the exchange is complete.\" \n\nShe frowns. \"Torrent, did you say this place is guarded? Are we going to have to infiltrate it somehow?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis looks at herself, then the others, particularly Varcolac & Torrent.\n\n \"I don't think we'll be mistaken. Also, two people in a dragon's lair is just as suspicious as four people in a dragon's lair. However, it's easier to kill just two people...\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n Knowledge Religion - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n[edit]Odamn. An 18 and a nat 20... Too bad that couldn't have come during combat.\n \n\n\nCyrick sighs. \"Any 'infiltration' to come should be done without me; I think it's fairly clear that stealth is not my strong point.\" He looks to Torrent and says, \"However, I would like to know more about the council. For example, how set are they in their current course? Would it perhaps be possible to talk them into opening the gates for us? I do believe I could qualify as 'military personnel,' for example.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": "Varcolac raises an eyebrow at a few of her companion's remarks, and seems tolerantly amused by their toasts. She seems unimpressed, though it's apparent she's read their potency- and is waiting to see it tested.\n\nShe makes a mental note of Helio's response to an 'old friend', intending to find out more later.\n\nAt Sovorian's entry, she seems mildly troubled; something about him tickles that part of her mind that receives...whispers, on occasion.\n\nShe listens to Torrent's word, hands softly stroking her arms, running fingers over the red thread.\n\" Walls are only as formidable as the men on them, and gates are far from the only way out of a city. \"\n\nShe nods at Lyanne's words- and at Helionaluxis'.\n\" If our...mission is as important as you're making it out to be, we can't take the risk of all of us getting knackered at once- and all of us together couldn't stop a well-trained unit. And I happen to know Gate Pass has a rather...serious-minded commander. \"\n\nShe strokes her chin, leaning forward and looking engaged for perhaps the first time all evening.\n\" Here's how I see it; I'm probably the best scout among you lot- no offense, of course, but you mostly look clanky, or burly, or otherwise disinclined to stealth. Cyrick here has admitted as much. \"\nShe glances over to Hel, and the others, in turn.\n\" If you're willing to trust me, I have the best chance of getting in to our contact, perhaps with some token of Torrent's so he'll know I'm legitimate. Assuming we have to move past the guards, of course. If the situation's less onerous, we can go together; and if you think that's too lighta force, myself...Sovorian, and...Helio-thingy can most likely get in, with me opening the door. \"\nShe bites her lip, assessing.\n\" If all goes well, the rest of you can wait nearby- close enough for a shout or sounds of a fight to reach, ideally- and I'll deliver the breathing package and the other he's carrying. If it goes south, you can clank and growl and bugger about swinging big swords all you want; it'll create enough confusion, hopefully, that we can sod off and head for the walls without organized pursuit. Cavalry will be somewhat hampered in the streets, and they can't guard every inch of wall. \"\n\nShe leans back, raising an eyebrow and waiting for responses.\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] Awareness \n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] Know:Rel \n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] Know:Local \n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne nods agreement as Varcolac concludes. \"I can't fault your reasoning there. Something else occurs to me, besides. I don't know about the rest of you, but when I was advised to come here no one mentioned leaving the city and traveling clear across Dassen. Maybe you all carry several days' worth of provisions and gear on you as a matter of course, but we could all do worse than to gather together anything we'll need for the road or don't want to leave behind. If you're staying in lodgings, I suggest having someone else gather your things for you. Leave the innkeeper thinking you just passed out in an alley or found a companion for the night - just in case the guard come round in the morning to ask if any guests left in a hurry this time tonight. Bring food that'll keep.\" Addressing Torrent: \"You say you can get us to Lyceum safely . How much of a delay will safely mean?\" Clearly not finished, she eyes the cleric critically. \"Will you, specifically, be looked for even if we get away cleanly? You might want to make yourself less recognizable if so. Doff the coat for the least distinctive cloak you've got and haven't worn in a while. Put some soot black in your hair. Slouch. Make sure no one can answer the question 'did you see Torrent last night?' \" " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "\"These are good points,\" Torrent says. \"Of course, I am not really a master of disguise. Perhaps one of you can assist me in that regard.\n\n\"I am almost of the mind that the best way out of this town is to merely walk out the front gate. Sure, there are guardstowers and walls 1 , but if we were to disguise ourselves in such a fashion as to be unnoticeable--or at least not worthy of note--that would probably allow us to flee the city without much ado.\n\nShe sighs. \"...or at least it would, if it were not for this accursed lockdown. The walls of the city are patrolled, and the gates are closed and guarded, except to official city personnel and a few diplomats. 2 \n\n\"Once we get out of the city, we will take a little-traveled road south from the city to the border of the Innenotdar Fire Forest, thirty miles away. Some time ago, the Elf Road ran through the fire forest to the nation of Dassen, where Lyceum is, but during the last war the forest was set on fire, and it has not stopped burning since.\n\n\"This road is preferable because all the other major roads that would lead to Dassen, and thus to Lyceum, are either impassable in winter, or they’ll be crawling with Ragesian soldiers. As such, I've prepared for a journey through the fire forest. I've got potions that will let us beat the heat, and I doubt any hostile forces will be able to muster enough similar magic to follow. The trip through the fire forest should take less than two days.\n\n\"The road between Gate Pass and the fire forest is the most dangerous part of the journey, but it’s relatively unused. If we go quickly, we should be able to make it to Innenotdar safely.\n\n\"No, don't worry: Gate Pass is strong enough to survive a siege of several months.\n\n\"It would seem that our main problem is, ironically, getting out of the city. Once we get out, we should be golden until Lyceum.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Know: Local DC 10 \n Spoiler \nSix towers at each end of the city, and walls around the city gates are 20 feet tall.\n \n\n 2 Know: Local DC 10 \n Spoiler \nOne city councilman, Erdan Menash, is sympathetic to heroes and adventurers in this time.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Knowledge: Local (1d20= 20 ) \n\nWow, rolling well.\n \n\n \"Everyone, I hate to seem rude, but I think we should consider diplomatic channels for leaving before we try sneaking out.\" Cyrick takes another drink of his beer at this; a considerably larger one. Replacing his cup on the table, he says, \"I believe in my brief time here, I recall hearing about one man... Menash, I believe? I vaguely recall hearing that he was sympathetic to travelers. 'Twould be most helpful if we could simply walk out legally, as Torrest suggested before, rather than sneak our way out. Perhaps he could aid us in this?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis sighs when Varcolac butchers her name. \"Hel-e-oh-nah-lux-is. Shortening it would be disrespectful.\" \n\nShe listens intently to the others' suggestions before speaking again. Her voice is slow & solid, almost hypnotizing.\n\n \"I believe the contact is guarded by the rebels, so sneaking past them shouldn't be necessary. We could also ask them for supplies for the journey. As for splitting up, our mission is to safeguard the intel. They will not guard it with less people once they have it; if they attack, we will win the first fight or none at all. Varcolac can tail us from the shadows, but the rest of us should stay united.\n\n\"Cyrick, it would be best if we left no knowledge of our escape behind us. The Inquistitors will not be as friendly to Menash as we will.\n\n\"And save your resistance potions. We won't need them for most of our trip there.\" \n\nHelionaluxis's narrows her eyes for a moment. You suddenly feel comfortably warm.\n\n \"I have some mastery over that element.\" \n\nA wisp of smoke escapes from Helionaluxis's lips.\n\n( Edit: Doh, let the continuity shuffling begin!)" }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Knowledge: Local (1d20+5=18, 1d20+5=18) \n \n\n\nLyanne looks at Helionaluxis for a moment before speaking. \"I mean no offense to your friend, if you're vouching for her preparedness.\" She looks back to Torrent. \"But I don't know you, and even were it otherwise I'd rather you be offended by my questions than we proceed on a faulty assumption. We don't need any more surprises than we can't avoid.\" \n\nShe frowns. \"I agree with... Cyrick, was it? We may be overthinking this. I heard of this Menash he mentions - a real soft touch for a cause that seems worthy. I was told he's a good bet for finding employment if you play down the coin and play up the glory angle. One of us could plead our need to get away before the city's shut in and do heroic deeds elsewhere. If need be, too, I can drop a few names of Dassen lords and captains to make our errand seem more urgent.\" She shrugs. \"And even should that fail, there's likely at least one official who'd like the chance to have a well-armed group of sellswords take some messages out for him before the city's invested.\" \n\nShe looks around. \"What do you think? Anyone up for winning us a gallant patron?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"Perhaps, if we ensure the Inquisitors aren't led to him.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": "\" As you say, Hel-e-oh-nah-lux-is. I'll be sure to say it just the way you demonstrated. \"\n\nShe smiles sweetly.\n\n\" That having been said, the shadows sounds good, and getting out without having to butcher our way sounds better. I'm up for kissing blue-blood unmentionables with that goal in mind \"\n\nShe laughs, a throaty, barking sound- incongruous in a woman, but not unappealing." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"So then the question becomes who's suited to which tasks,\" Lyanne observes. She begins counting off on her fingers. \"One, we need at least one person with an honest face to put on a good show of trustworthiness for this councilman.\" She looks at Cyrick as she speaks, pointedly focusing on his well-kept hair and beard, and the markers of his piety.\n\n \"Two, those who can get to this rendezvous without drawing undue attention. If we don't need to sneak in that's a lot easier, but it'll still be best to avoid being seen to come and go.\" Naturally enough she addresses this to Varcolac.\n\n \"Three, someone who can help Torrent look less like herself. If the councilman's paperwork just says 'let pass So-and-So and companions', and we can get past the gatekeepers without them recognizing you, that's as little trail as we can hope to leave in the best case.\" And somehow I feel justified in thinking this is another task for you , she thinks as she remains facing the green-eyed woman with the apparent 'inclination to stealth'.\n\n \"And four - if necessary, someone or ones to make the rounds and tie up any loose ends before we leave. I don't suggest trying to take the good silver along, but if there's anything any of you have stowed away that may be of use on the road we're not likely to be sorry we brought it.\" \n\nShe folds her arms and waits for responses, realizing as the intensity of analysis fades somewhat that she still has little clear idea of the capabilities of these people on whom her life or at least liberty may now rely." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"I can accompany Varcolac to keep a watch for her. I'm local, and the guards will give me a wide berth if I'm in a bad mood.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nThe green-eyed lady stands and smooths her rumpled silks, making sure her short blade slides easily from its sheath.\n\n\" I'm up for an escort, if you can avoid growling at me. That might attract attention, dear Helionaluxis. I'm local too, if somewhat...lower-profile these days. Old cavalry might know me if they saw me. \"\n\nShe seems to find the last portion of that statement intensely amusing, and is apparently trying not to laugh." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nA faint hint of a smirk creeps across Helionaluxis's face.\n\n \"Then the two of us getting drunk for the New Year and taking a stroll to discuss how the city's going downhill won't look that out of place.\" turns to Torrent \"I'll need more ale.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick nods as Lyanne looks to him. He says, \"I know little more about this councilman, but have spent some time learning diplomatic means to my ends, as I'm sure many of your here have guessed. I think it would best for me to go to speak with Menash. If any of you know more about this man, 'twould be wise to let me know beforehand.\" \n\nAfter a small pause, he turns his attention to Lyanne and adds, \"I carry all of my possessions with me; there is no need to have anyone 'tie up loose ends,' as you say, for me.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"It's probably best if I join Cyrick, then,\" Lyanne decides. \"I've my own share of experience getting the okay for whatever needs doing.\n\n\"I've got what I need with me, as well. How are the rest of you set on that score?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"I am prepared to travel.\" \n\nHelionaluxis downs another mug of ale when Torrent offers it, to give her breath the smell of alcohol." }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": " \"I think I might should accompany Cyrick and Lyanne. I have some way with words, if that is what needed...and, should our would-be patron decide to set his guards, rather than his mercy, upon us, I can put up a fair defense against it.\" Sovorian says. He grins subtly as he does, laughing at some personal joke." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"Then we have a plan. You're sure you don't need anything more?\" Lyanne asks Sovorian, looking somewhat dubiously at the unarmed man." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"I doubt it. Those who appear unarmed can be the most dangerous of all.\" " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": " \"Indeed. My appearance may be disarming, but I assure you that I am quite amply armed.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"Well enough. I doubt we'll find ourselves under attack just for trying to speak to a councilman, in any case.\" \n\nLyanne turns to Torrent. \"I take it you will be joining Varcolac and Helionaluxis to meet this informant? It's likely best Menash doesn't see you.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\n\" Lovely sight though he'd find you. \"\nVarc chuckles.\n\nShe turns thoughtful for a moment.\n\" I'll need my....my lance. Beyond that, I'm ready.\" " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "She nods. \"Looks like we have a plan of act-...\" She is interrupted by a series of muted thuds scattered throughout the city.\n\nFrom outside the inn, you hear a man shout, \"Front door: GO!\" and the front door bursts open. Four half-orcs stand at the door, bearing a small battering ram, while behind them another half-orc points at you and says, \"Drop your weapons and come quietly. We don't want to break your valuable little heads.\"\n\nTorrent laughs and says, \"Just try it, buddy.\"\n\nBattlemap:\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\nNotes:\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative.\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSonuva! Everything was coming together so nicely...\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n \n\n\nLyanne's hand goes reflexively to the hilt of her sword as her mind races to consider their options. Before she can judge whether to attack or retreat the decision is made for her as others move into melee.\n\nCursing under her breath, she draws her weapon as she moves up to the enemy, sweeping around in a deadly arc as it leaves the sheath. Don't think. Don't hesitate. Just do. Her fingers tighten their grip. It had been a good plan, damn it.\n \nShe looks as far towards Torrent as she can afford to, calling out. \"Get to the stairs!\" \n\nActions:\n \n Spoiler \n Swift: adopts Leading the Charge stance, granting allies a +2 to damage on a charge.\n Move: moves to the nearest enemy, drawing her sword as she does. If two enemies are open she moves adjacent to them both; if the path is clear to do so she moves to the far side of the door so that she and Hel are framing it. She won't risk provoking an attack of opportunity.\n Standard: her attack depends on the situation on her initiative. If two enemies are within her reach she'll use Steel Wind to attack both: the first attack a 17 for 14 damage and the second a 26 for 11 damage . If only one is available she'll use Sapphire Nightmare Blade instead, making a Concentration check of 15 against the target's AC before making one attack. If the check succeeds she adds 1d6 damage and the enemy is flat-footed for the attack, a 17 for 14+4= 18 damage; if it fails the attack is at a -2 with no bonus damage, making the attack 15 for 14 damage .\n \n\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n First attack; damage; second attack; damage; Concentration check; bonus damage (1d20+7=17, 2d6+6=14, 1d20+7=26, 2d6+6=11, 1d20+10=15, 1d6=4) \n \n\n\nStatus:\n22hp, AC 16, flat-footed 14. Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +1." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick quickly stands and places a hand on the hilt of his sword. He mutters a short prayer as he prepares to fight, \"Arch-Paladin guide my blade and be my shield.\" \n\nInitial action: Cyrick will shift into his Martial Stance (swift) and close with the first orc as quickly as he can, drawing his sword and shield as he does (move). Once he's closed the distance, he will attack (standard). This may be a maneuver, depending on what my initial maneuvers granted are. (Could you let me know what those are when you get a chance, Fax?)\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: 1d20+1= 4 ...D'oh.\n Attack Roll (1d20+7=16) Not bad.\n Damage (1d8+4=8) \n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n Initiative: 12 \n\nAs Helionaluxis rises from her chair, all of you feel something ripple through your bodies. The burning warmth within you fades away as you feel your upper arms bulge and tingle beneath the skin with a newfound strength. Her voice drops an octave and cracks with menace.\n\n \"You're disturbing us...\" \n\nShe pulls out her sword & shield, steps towards an open half-orc and swings.\n\n Aura Note: After Helionaluxis acts, everyone within 30' of her gets +2 to any melee damage. On the first turn, everyone with an initiative of 11 or less will get it. After the first turn, everyone will get it.\n\n Actions: \n \n (swift) Switch aura from Resistance to Power. (All allies within 30' lose Fire Resistance 10, gain +2 melee damage.) \n (move) Draw arms, move to nearest open half-orc. \n (standard) Intimidating Strike: Hits AC 15 , causes 10 damage; if hit, target must make an Intimidation check of 12 (1d20 + level/HD + Wis bonus + modifiers on saves vs fear) or become Shaken for the rest of the encounter. \n Stats: AC 19 normal, 18 flatfooted; HP 23/23; Fort +6, Reflex +1, Will +4; attack mod. +4 w/ rapier for 1d6+2 damage (1d6+4 w/ Power aura on). \n \n Rolls: \n Spoiler \n Attack Roll (-1 Int. Strike); Damage; Intimidation Check (1d20+3=15, 1d6+4=10, 1d20+10=12) \n " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": "Sovorian closes his eyes for the briefest of moments. As he does, a circle of floating, luminous glyphs appears around his head, and a blade of light, ringed by similar glyphs, appears in his hand. He moves to within range of his enemies, locking eyes with them. He focuses on the orc directly before him, testing its will, before lashing out at it with his\n\n Actions \n \n Spoiler \n\nFree: Engage in a duel of wills with Orc 1.\nFree: Restore power glyphs.\nSwift: Enter Punishing Stance\nMove: Move two squares to the left and create mind blade.\nStandard: Initiate Sapphire Nightmare Blade, attacking Orc 1.\n \n\n Rolls \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative:\n (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n\nConcentration for Duel of Wills:\n (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n\nAttack\n[roll]1d20+4[/roll]\n\nDamage\n[roll]1d6+2[/roll]\n\nConcentration for Sapphire Nightmare Blade\n[roll]1d20+8[/roll]\n\nSapphire Nightmare Blade Damage\n[roll]1d6[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": "\" Oh, good. I'm not much for talking, anyway. \"\nShe actually sounds genuinely relieved....\n\n Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n Actions: \n- Free : Gabble.\n- 1st Move : Draw Short sword.\n- 2nd Move : Move to within striking range of Half-Orc #1, or, should previous actions prohibit such a target, any opponent within a half-speed move. If no opponents are available, she will move to stand beside the doorway to ambush stragglers from the rear.\nIn either case, she will attempt to Hide in Plain Sight.\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+13)[ 33 ] Stealth\n " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": "OOC: Edited post, new rolls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack\n (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n\nDamage\n (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n\nConcentration for Sapphire Nightmare Blade\n (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n\nSapphire Nightmare Blade Damage\n (1d6)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Torrent pauses a moment after standing, and all of you feel a wave of divine radiance pass out from her. 1 \"Go for the stairs!\" she says, and runs towards them. 2 \n\nHalf-Orc 2 moves into the room and swings at Torrent with a short sword, 3 though his sword misses her.\n\nHalf-Orc 1 stays where he is, blocking the doorway, and fires a crossbow at Lyanne. 4 The bolt misses her completely, embedding itself in the wall behind her.\n\nSovorian moves forward and meets Half-Orc 2. A blade of mental energy manifests in his hand, a blaze of determination appears in his eyes, and the blade strikes home. Half-Orc 2 lies on the ground before Sovorian, bleeding and unconscious.\n\nHelionaluxis meets Half-Orc 1 in front of the doorway, and her blade slices through his neck with relative ease. Half-Orc 1 also drops to the ground.\n\nVarcolac moves to the right of the doorway and hides herself in the shadows, waiting for someone to enter the room. However, Lyanne moves into the doorway and uses sapphire nightmare blade to strike. She moves with such grace and fluidity that she cleaves his head clean from his shoulders. He drops, lifeless, to the ground.\n\nCyrick, with no enemy within striking range, moves close to protect Torrent (4G), should he need to.\n\nHalf-Orc 5 has a mighty greatsword in his hands and moves forward one step before swinging it down at Lyanne. Surprisingly, what you thought was a half-orc before is really a powerfully built human. He grins malevolently as his weapon strikes Lyanne. 5 \n\nHalf-Orc 4 steps over his fallen companion and also swings at Lyanne, who is off-balance from the last attack and takes the flat of the blade across her arm. 6 \n\nA large boom shakes the building, and screaming can be heard from upstairs. The human in front of Lyanne swears under his breath, and something thuds against the door to the stairs. 7 The bronze bust of Emperor Coaltongue falls off the wall and lands with a thud. Pieces of the ceiling above collapse downwards, burning merrily.\n\nRound two.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Torrent has cast bless .\n 2 She moves to square 4F, if one numbers across the top and letters across the side.\n 3 He moves to 5G, attacks at 1d20+3=11, 1d6+2=4 .\n 4 1d20+1=2, 1d8=4 \n 5 1d20+6=16, 2d6+3=10 \n 6 1d20+3=19, 1d6+2=3 \n 7 Reflex saves from everyone. DC 10, or take 1 fire damage.\n\nBattlemap will be updated when I get an opportunity tonight, unless someone else who has OpenRPG can do it.\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n Reflex Save: 9 , takes 1 fire damage\n\nHelionaluxis snarls as Lyanne gets hit twice & the flaming debris leaves a few scorch marks.\n\n \"Lyanne, get back and heal. We'll get this.\" \n\nHelionaluxis steps within 15' of the last two enemies, facing them. As she glares at them, you feel the power in your arms fade, replaced by inner warmth once again. The searing heat of the flames around you is reduced to a warm tingling.\n\n \"So, you like playing with fire?\" \n\nHelionaluxis sharply inhales and expels a gout of flame over ally and enemy alike, but it washes over her allies like water. Her enemies aren't so lucky.\n\n Aura: After Helionaluxis acts, everyone loses the +2 melee damage buff & gains Fire Resistance 10.\n\n Actions: \n \n (swift) Switch aura from Power to Resistance . \n (move) Get into position to hit both enemies with breath (15' cone). Also tries to cover Lyanne's withdrawal if possible. \n (standard) Breath Weapon ( 4 Fire damage, Reflex DC 14 for half, recharges in 2 rounds) \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick raises his shield, deflecting most of the flaming debris away from him and leaving him without injury worth noting.\n\n \"Lyanne, pull back!\" Cyrick shouts as the warrior takes so many blows. He beckons her to move back behind him, and prepares himself to meet any who would pursue the injured warrior.\n\nActions:\n \n Spoiler \n\nFree: Speaking\nStandard: Ready action. If an enemy comes close enough for him to threaten after a five foot step, he will move to that enemy and use Crusader's Strike on them.\n \n\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex Save: (1d20+1=19) \n((If the readied action happens))\n Crusader's Strike AR: (1d20+8=24) \n Crusader's Strike DR: (1d8+4=11) \n Crusader's Strike Healing: (1d6+2=8) (To Lyanne)\nMartial Spirit Healing: 2 (To Lyanne, unless someone else gets seriously injured between now and Cyrick's turn, in which case it goes to them)\n \n\n\nManeuvers:\n \n Spoiler \nI'm numbering them as ordered on my sheet, so: 1 is Crusader's Strike, 5 is Shockwave Fist, and so on.\n Getting Maneuver 1: (1d5=5) (Shockwave Fist)\n Getting Maneuver 2: (1d4=1) (Crusader's Strike)\n Getting Maneuver 3: (1d3=3) (General's Aid)\n\n((Granted at round's end))\n Getting Maneuver 4: (1d2=1) (Vanguard Strike)\n " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n Let's see how they like this... \nFading out of the shadows, chanting a strident battle-prayer in the celestial tongue, Varcolac slashes out with her short-blade, aiming to tear the spine from the hapless opponent who failed to spot her.\n\nWithout waiting to see the stroke's effect, she gathers the shadows and once more fades, moving as close to the (hopefully) final foe as she can while maintaining stealth.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] To-hit, Short sword.\n (1d6+3)[ 7 ] Damage, Short sword.\n\n (1d20+13)[ 20 ] Stealth.\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Updated battle map:\n \n Spoiler \n \nThat's for the start of this round.\n \n\n Reflex : 8, taking 1 Fire damage which is blocked by Hel's resistance, yes?\n\nLyanne freezes up for the briefest moment as her blade passes cleanly through her enemy's neck. The paralysis is fleeting but gives the soldiers standing behind him an opening.\n\n \"Hnh!\" she grunts as their weapons cut at her arms. Heeding Helionaluxis' call to withdraw, she moves back cautiously to deny them a further opening, reaching to her belt pouch for a healing potion.\n\nShe feels a renewed surge of energy wash over her as Cyrick moves into battle, the pain of her wounds fading to the back of her awareness.\n \n\"Forget the stairs!\" she calls out to the others. \"We'll have to go cut our way out here!\" \n\nActions:\n \n Spoiler \n Move: moves 15' to G7 F5 (edit: changed on account of debris), tumbling to avoid an attack of opportunity. First tumble check is 21 , second (if they need to be made separately) is 19 , which I think means both succeed.\n Standard: if she can get a potion from its pouch and drink it as a standard action (I forget), she does so, healing 4 damage . If that's more actions than she's got she uses the standard action to flourish with her weapon, recovering expended maneuvers.\n \n\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex, Tumble, and Cure Light Wounds (1d20+4=8, 1d20+7=21, 1d8+1=4) \n Second Tumble (1d20+7=19) \n \n\n\nStatus:\n9/22hp, healed to 13 if she can get her potion in. If Cyrick's stance benefits her, that's 11 and 15. If his strike hits, 17 and 21. If both work, 21 and full." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nForgot my reflex save/hat.\n (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Oh! Further note: the following squares are filled with burning debris.:\n\nD3, E5, F3, F6, G2, G3, G7, and H3. Moving through one of these squares counts as difficult terrain, and requires a DC 10 Reflex save to avoid taking 1d6 fire damage." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": "( OOC: No Kami, it doesn't; that fire damage occured before Helionaluxis put up the aura. Any fire damage <10 you take after she goes will be negated.\n\nAlso, got a new map w/ the flaming debris. Created via MapTool; I can upload it so you guys can modify it, too. Here it is:\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": " \"These scum should not be hard to dispatch of.\" Sovorian says calmly, as he advances on his next foe. He strikes at both of the remaining orcs with two quick slashes of his mind blade.\n\n Actions \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove: Move forward four squares, and one square to the left.\nStandard: Initiate Steel Wind to attack orcs 4 and 5.\n \n\n Rolls \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (Orc 4)\n (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n\nDamage (Orc 4)\n (2d6+2)[ 10 ] \n\nAttack (Orc 5)\n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n\nDamage (Orc 5)\n (2d6+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "A half-orc, bursts through the stairway door. He is on fire, and he was also not ready to see what has happened to his comrades. He moves slightly into the room and halts (finishing at H2). Torrent takes advantage of his surprise to pull out a crossbow and shoot him in the shoulder. 1 \n\nA second half-orc stumbles down the stairs, this one not on fire. He does, however, have some blood on him, though it is obviously not his own. (He stops at I2) More prepared than his compatriot, he fires a crossbow at Varcolac 2 , but misses.\n\nSovorian delays until after Lyanne's turn.\n\nNeither the half-orc nor the human outside are capable of dodging Helionaluxis' breath 3 , and they are each singed in turn.\n\nVarcolac strikes the burly human by surprise, and he staggers from the blow. Varcolac takes advantage of this to move closer to the pair that came down the stairway. (Ends at I3)\n\nLyanne moves back, halting next to Torrent. She grasps for a potion at her belt but Torrent stops her with a glance. \"Just a sec,\" she says.\n\nSovorian rushes forward into the gap created by Lyanne and slashes at the two foes. He strikes one, but not the other, and Half-Orc 4 lies at his feet, bleeding profusely.\n\nCyrick moves forwards in preparation but is unable to find an opponent to strike safely.\n\nLastly, the human with the greatsword swings a mighty blow at Sovorian, 4 but Sovorian parries the blow handily.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 1d20=15, 1d8=6 \n 2 1d20+1=13, 1d8=3 \n 3 1d20+1=9, 1d20+0=12 \n 4 1d20+6=8, 2d6+3=7 \n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n Updated Map: \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\nHelionaluxis blows smoke out of her nostrils following the breath. She notices Cyrick hesitate before the burning debris.\n\n \"Do not fear the flames. They can not harm you.\" \n\nShe looks over at the transformed Sovorian, nods once in recognition, then joins him in assaulting the swordsman, making a swing that sends shivers through you just looking at it.\n\n Actions: \n \n (standard) Intimidating Strike against swordsman, hits AC 16 for 3 damage. Intimidate Check: 29 \n \n Rolls: \n Spoiler \n Intimidating Strike; Damage; Intimidate Check (1d20+3=16, 1d6+2=3, 1d20+10=29) \n " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": " \"Time to finish them. Sovorian says, as he moves to face the new arrivals. He makes to dispatch one of the new arrivals with his mind blade.\n\n Actions \n \n Spoiler \n\nSwift: Recover maneuvers.\nMove: Move two squares left.\nAttack: Attack Orc 6\n \n\n Rolls \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack:\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n\nDamage:\n (2d6+2)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne's hands shake slightly as they hold her sword in a falcon guard before her, ready to meet an attacker. She tells herself it's from the pain of her wounds, the cut on her left arm staining her doublet with blood. She flexes the arm slightly to test its strength, grimacing at the resulting stab of pain, but the arm seems able to do its job still.\n\n Just the pain. But her sword is slick with a dead man's blood, and the smell of blood and burning fills her nostrils.\n\n Stupid, she castigates herself. Sloppy. Doesn't matter how good a hit you get in if you leave yourself open to someone else. Should have been able to block that... \n\nHer eyes dart back and forth from the doorway to the stairs and the new arrivals. Helionaluxis and Sovorian have the human swordsman, but it looks like he's more capable than his fallen companions. This is a tactical mess, she thinks. None of us have any idea what the others are capable of. When we get out of here we'll need to remedy that. \n \n\"Would those be friends of yours these guys were fighting upstairs?\" she asks Torrent, not taking her eyes from their foes.\n\n The flames cannot harm you, she repeats. Who knew just what this new Amber's capabilities had become? A moment ago she saw her breathe fire... \n \n\"If you're planning to do something, do it soon,\" she tells Torrent as quietly as she can be sure will be heard. Her stance shifts as she prepares to charge.\n\nActions:\n \n Spoiler \nLyanne will wait for any healing or other aid Torrent might provide, but with or without, she'll move to the debris-filled square to attack the two half-orcs. Reflex is 13 , so no damage (right?), with the fire resistance from Hel's aura taking care of any left.\n Move: move 10' to G3 (15' from terrain)\n Standard: If both half-orcs are still in place, she'll use Steel Wind to attack at 9 for 14 damage against the first target and 17 for 7 damage against the second. If only one remains on her turn, she'll use Sapphire Nightmare Blade instead with a check of 23 , making it 9 to hit the touch AC for 14+3= 17 damage. \n \n\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex; Attack1; Damage1; Attack2; Damage2; Concentration; Bonus Damage (1d20+4=13, 1d20+7=9, 2d6+6=16, 1d20+7=17, 2d6+6=9, 1d20+10=23, 1d6=3) \nWhoops; forgot to take out the bonus from Hel's Power aura; reduce the damage rolls by 2. I've already done so in the Actions section.\n \n\n\nStatus:\n8/22hp" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Hesitating? No, Cyrick does not hesitate. As soon as he sees the other combatants descend the stairs, he steps forward, heedless of the flames. As he closes the gap, ((assuming they aren't dead yet)) he raises his blade high and strikes at one of the new arrivals, shouts, \"On thy knees, knave!\" Should they not yield, he will strike.\n\nActions: \n Spoiler \nMove: Going through the flaming debris from H4 to H3.\nFree: Speaking\nStandard: Crusader's Strike on any who are still standing.\n \n\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Crusader's Strike AR: (1d20+8=11) (Dammit!)\n Crusader's Strike DR: (1d8+4=7) (On the off chance that hits)\n Crusader's Strike Healing: (1d6+2=4) (See above, if Lyanne isn't healed completely it will go to her. If she is, it'll go to whoever needs it most.)\nMartial Spirit healing: 2 HP to whoever needs it most.\n \n\n\nManeuvers: \n Spoiler \nWell, the only one not yet granted is Stone Bones, so...\n " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nVarcolac smiles under her cloak of shadows, almost laughing at the pathetic shot...\n\" Hadn't you heard? Flames cast shadows.. \"\n But only for so long, she thinks, forehead under a sheen of sweat...she strikes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nVarcolac will attack the strongest-looking of the two opponents that appear to be in striking range. Following the attack, she will move into a guard position nearer Lyanne, such that an opponent moving toward her will provoke, and fades.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] Attack\n (1d6+3)[ 7 ] Damage\n\n (1d20+13)[ 32 ] Stealth\n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "The rogue who continues to burn merrily works up the nerve to fire his crossbow at Torrent, 1 catching her squarely in the neck. She reels in pain, but remains on her feet, reloads her crossbow, and returns fire. 2 Her crossbow bolt flies into his left eyeball and pins the back of his head to the wall behind him. It's rather apparent that the half-orc is dead. Once this is done, she tosses a potion to Lyanne.\n\nThe second newly-entered half-orc steps into the fire 3 , nimbly avoiding the flames, and swings at Cyrick with his morningstar. 4 His attack glances harmlessly off of Cyrick's shield.\n\nSovorian moves (5' step) towards the half-orc that just attacked Cyrick and slices at him with his mind-blade. The half-orc, thrown off-balance by avoiding the flames, is unable to dodge Sovorian's blow and collapses, unfortunately landing directly on the fire.\n\nHelionaluxis takes a swing at the greatsword-wielding human, but he nimbly dodges her blow. Varcolac also takes this opportunity to move (G4); both of her targets gone, she has nothing to attack.\n\nCyrick moves towards the swordsman (I5) and swings a mighty blow at him, crying out a battle cry that is lost amongst an explosion that came from down the street. Startled by the explosion, his attack misses, and his new foe strikes back at him, but he too misses. 5 Seeing all his men dead or dying, the human turns to run down the street (J1). 6 \n\nLyanne drinks the potion given her by Torrent, and she immediately feels refreshed. 7 \n\nRound 3.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 1d20+1=21, 1d8=6 , 1d20+1=20, 1d8=3 \n 2 1d20=20, 1d8=1 , 1d20=17, 1d8=8 \n 3 1d20+3=18 \n 4 1d20+2=4, 1d8+2=3 \n 5 1d20+6=7, 2d6+3=9 \n 6 Cyrick, Helionaluxis: You can take AoOs if you like.\n 7 1d8+1=5 \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick quickly pounces on the opening left to him by the swordsman, shouting, \"Coward!\" With that, he aims the flat of his blade at the man, calling upon the power of the Stone Dragon to grant his greater power. After that, he runs to the door and looks out to make sure there aren't any more opponents waiting for them outside.\n\nActions: \n Spoiler \nAoO: Using Shockwave Fist\nMove: Moving outside\nStandard: Awareness check\n \nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Shockwave Fist Attack: (1d20+8=9) (Aaaand crap. Not even gonna bother with the rest of the rolls for that attack.)\n Awareness: (1d20+2=6) (Cyrick has NO IDEA what's going on!)\n \nManeuvers: \n Spoiler \nIf we're still considered in combat after this...\n Maneuver granted: (1d2=2) (Shockwave Fist)\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis swings at the swordsman's back as he flees, then drops her arms, pulls out her bow, and steps out onto the street. Her eyes narrow as she lets an arrow sail after him. After that, she takes a moment to look at the situation outside before stepping back into the tavern to retrieve her arms.\n\n Actions: \n \n (AoO) Hits AC 20 for 4 dmg . \n (Free) Drop sword, shield. \n (Move) Pull out longbow, step onto street far enough to get a clear shot. \n (Standard) Shoot the swordsman, hits AC 18 for 5 dmg . \n (Free) Observe situation outside. \n \n Rolls: \n Spoiler \n AoO; AoO Damage; Bowshot; Bowshot Damage (1d20+4=20, 1d6+2=4, 1d20+2=18, 1d8=5) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Helionaluxis and Cyrick take swings at the fleeing man. Cyrick misses, Helionaluxis does not. He slows, but does not stop, and Helionaluxis drops her gear, pulls out a bow, and shoots him in the back of the neck. He collapses, bleeding and unconscious, to the ground.\n\nWe are out of rounds.\n\nThe inn continues to burn merrily, and as you step outside, you can see that the bombing of the city is just now ending. Torrent speaks: \"We should meet with Rivereye. I hope he's alright. Does anyone need healing?\"\n\nThe streets are starting to fill with panicking people, and though the bombing has ended, you can hear that a battle has begun at the west wall. Townsfolk rush about trying to put out fires or get to the shelter of temples, and soldiers hurry to their posts, slowed by the throng and chaos. All the while, bells ring urgent warnings up and down the mountain pass.\n\nIn the sky above, you can see Gate Pass gryphonriders and Ragesian wyvernriders battle. Some of the wyvernriders are dropping the bombs before entering into aerial combat. One actually lies undetonated in front of you, appearing to be a hollow sphere of clay, filled with oil and what looks like a flask of alchemist's fire and a thunderstone." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"I wasn't injured in the battle.\" All the while Cyrick watches the scene unfold in the street, his expression grim. He thinks to himself, \"Meeting with Rivereye would be for the greater good. Better chances to strike back will come if I follow these people...\" With that, he waits for Torrent to lead the way." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis silently puts away her bow and steps back into the inn to retrieve her dropped equipment.\n\n \"Ragesian wyvernriders are softening the city for their army at the west wall. We have no time to waste.\" \n\nHelionaluxis heads upstairs to quickly check for any survivors, then rejoins the group below.\n\n Aura: You notice your inner fire disappears when she steps out of sight or gets more than 30' away, then reappears when she gets closer.\n\n Awareness check for Survivors (1d20+1=8) " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "There are no survivors upstairs, despite there being at least four burning half-orcs up there." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne wipes the blood from her blade and re-sheathes hit. \"The bleeding's stopped, but my arm could use some attention. What about you? Let me help you with that bolt.\" \n\nShe looks around as she steps over to Torrent. \"Careful of that bomb. Can someone check if our friend here is still breathing, and if he's got any sort of identification or insignia on him?\n\n\"Obviously our plans are a little off kilter now, but the goal is still the same. If we can show Menash proof that the Ragesians sent a strike team into the city, in secret, before the council could make their offer, it should strengthen our case.\" \n\nStatus: 13/22hp" }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Torrent nods and casts a spell, touching Lyanne's arm once she is complete.\n\n 1d8+2=7 " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis steps downstairs and listens to Lyanne. She looks slightly... incredulous at her comment about strengthening our case.\n\n \"Do you hear the swords? The bells? The Ragesian army is already attacking. Their wyverns are above us. The Council will not care about angering them further.\n\n\"Their leader is still breathing, but not for long. We should strip him; I doubt anything he can say will be worth our time right now.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne shakes her head. \"It's not a matter of angering the Empire. They've attacked, that was expected. But if they were willing to send in troops like this to target the resistance specifically, the chances that capitulation would accomplish anything are lowered. It makes the council members who advocated it look bad. Provide Menash with proof of this incident and we'll be handing him a weapon to use against his opponents.\"\n \nAs she speaks she helps Torrent tend to the cleric's own wounds.\n\n \"For that matter, if we can keep even one of these from bleeding out, we can hand Menash prisoners as well. That's got to be worth our passage.\"\n \nFinishing with Torrent, she turns and strides back into the inn to drag out any still-breathing half-orcs she can find." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Fully three half-orcs plus the human are still breathing, albeit shallowly. The rest are dead, either from your weapons or from the flames. Gathering them together is easy enough." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick shakes his head. \"Though I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, the time for diplomacy has long sense passed now that the war has begun. I doubt Menash will have any trouble finding means to show that submitting as the council has was ineffective; look around you, the city burns and the people flee in the streets! We need to move quickly, to meet this 'Rivereye' and do what we can to help control this battle. I agree with Helionaluxis; we haven't time to interrogate our attackers.\" It's worth noting that Cyrick seems to have no trouble pronouncing the woman's name." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"I do not like the thought of dragging prisoners with us; our mission has already been complicated enough.\n\n\"...We could knock them out and leave them here for the city guard to capture after the battle. One moment.\" \n\nShe closes her eyes and her aura changes again. You feel your heart beat more vigorously, and a refreshing feeling spreads out from it. A few of Torrent's wounds seal themselves up, and all of the prisoners quit bleeding out and stabilize as their wounds mend at an accelerated rate. After a moment, your inner vigor is replaced by the inner fire once again. Helionaluxis nods at her handiwork, then turns to the others.\n\n \"The Dragon's Vigor awakens a body's regeneration, encouraging it to mend the gravest wounds itself, but it doesn't restore them to perfect health. It will help you conserve your healing spells, Torrent.\" \n\nHelionaluxis quickly strips the prisoners of all their weapons and then begins hitting them with the flat of her sword, making sure they stay unconscious for a while. She stops before she hits the last two.\n\n \"If you want to interrogate them, speak now.\" \n\nIf no one speaks up, she knocks them out as well and leaves them in a nearby building for the guard to pick up later.\n\n Aura: Helionaluxis switches to her Vigor aura (Fast Healing 2 up to 50% max HP) for one round, then switches back to Fire Resistance 10 aura." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "With a shake of his head, Cyrick says, \"I can think of nothing worth asking; we can guess who sent them and for what purpose.\" Then he pauses for a moment and says, \"Though one things does bother me...\" \n\nHe kneels down to the nearest of the now awake orcs and says, forcefully, \"How did you find us?\" \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nIn case it's necessary...\n Intimidate: (1d20+7=14) \n Sense Motive: (1d20+7=15) \n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis almost grins when Cyrick pronounces her name correctly. Almost. When she sees Cyrick wants to talk to one of them, she switches her aura to Dragon's Vigor until one of them comes to. She never takes her sword off that one while he's awake, either." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "During the stripping process, Helionaluxis comes across a bounty hunter's warrant on the human's prone body, as well as a claimant notice by a group called the Black Horse Bounty Hunters. The warrant looks to be for spellcasters that are not part of the Ragesian military. 100 gold pieces a head. Apparently they were here for Torrent. The human also carries identification documents marking him as Kathor Danava, as well as a bounty hunter's permit for the Black Horse Bounty Hunters.\n\nThe human scowls. \"We were not looking for you, in particular, but for her,\" he says, nodding towards Torrent. \"Price on 'er head, just like any other spellcaster within reach of the Ragesians.\"\n\nThe possessions they carry are as follows:\n \n Spoiler \n \n 6 saps \n 5 short swords \n 2 morningstars \n 1 masterwork greatsword \n 1 composite longbow \n 6 light crossbows \n 4 thunderstones \n 2 tanglefoot bags \n 2 unidentified potions \n 2 suits of studded leather \n 4 suits of scale mail \n 1 suit of half-plate \n 4 light wooden shields \n 56 bolts \n 40 arrows \n 30 gp \n 1 portable battering ram \n \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"You didn't answer my question.\" Cyrick grabs the neck of the man's shirt and pulls him up so that he cannot escape his glare. \"How did you find us? Or her? Whatever the case may be, I will know this.\" \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nAgain, if necessary...\n Intimidate: (1d20+7=13) \n Sense Motive: (1d20+7=19) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "He smiles. \"The dog.\" He nods at an emaciated bloodhound that sits on the streetcorner, looking woefully at the party and their prisoners. \"This'un's got a particular gift for the scent o' magics.\"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"I see...\" Cyrick lets go of the man and stands upright, looking to the dog with a frown. \"That could prove to be a problem, then... But for now I suppose we have bigger problems,\" he says, looking to the burning buildings around. \"We should make for Rivereye, I think.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis reads the warrant, listens to Kathor, and looks at the dog. After Cyrick's done with him, she smiles toothily at Kathor.\n\n \"My master is interested in your services. She can reward you very well... if you behave. If not, she won't be as forgiving as I am.\n\n\"You do not need to find her, she will find you. \" \n\nWith that, she knocks Kathor unconscious again.\n\n \"Let's go.\" \n\nActions:\n \n Bluff: (Result: 8) Lying that her master already knows about him and is interested in his services. \n Intimidation: (Result: 19) Insinuating that her master will punish him dearly if he continues hunting down non-Ragesian magic users like this. \n \n Rolls: \n Spoiler \n Bluff Check, Intimidation Check (1d20+7=8, 1d20+9=19) \n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"All right,\" Lyanne concedes. \"They haven't the value as prisoners that I'd hoped.\" She examines the documents Helionaluxis found. \"I say we take what we can use, dump the rest far away, and leave them here for the watch.\" \n\nShe frowns as she rereads the papers, paying particular attention to the group's name.\n\n Knowledge (history): 12 (to see what she knows about the bounty hunters, and specifically, if there are more of them out there).\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge (history) (1d20+6=12) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "The Black Horse Bounty Hunters:\n \n Spoiler \nThis disreputable band consists of about twenty-five men, commanded by Renard Woodsman, who stays at his camp is in the mountains south of Gate Pass. Renard's second-in-command, Kathor Danava, is in charge of the bounty hunters' mission to capture magic-users in the city.\n\nKathor was formerly in the Ragesian military—his father is the general leading the army coming to Gate Pass—but he left recently, apparently under some supposed threat from the Inquisitors.\n\nAll Black Horse members wear an armband—red, with a black horse head, and letters that say 'Black Horse' in Ignan.\n\nIf you know Ignan:\n \n Spoiler \nThe armbands read 'Murderers', not 'Black Horse'. Apparently the tailor that fashioned them was not particularly satisfied with the troupe.\n \n\n \n\n\nLyanne also realizes that the bounty hunting document has an attachment--a diplomatic passport that allows Kathor--and only Kathor--to enter and exit the city freely." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis quickly separates the valuable gear from the rest.\n\n \"Let's split this weight and leave quickly; we've already spent too much time with this scum.\" \n\nHelionaluxis replaces her longbow with the composite MW longbow she picked up if no one objects.\n\nLoot Divvy: \n Spoiler \n Note: Will add more items to Keep list if people request them.\n\nKeep:\n \n 30 gp \n 1 masterwork greatsword \n 1 composite longbow +1 \n 4 thunderstones \n 2 tanglefoot bags \n 2 unidentified potions \n 1 suit of half-plate (if we can carry it) \n \n\nLose:\n \n 6 saps \n 5 short swords \n 2 morningstars \n 6 light crossbows \n 2 suits of studded leather \n 4 suits of scale mail \n 4 light wooden shields \n 56 bolts \n 40 arrows \n 1 portable battering ram \n \n " }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": "While the others deal with the subdued bounty hunters, Sovorian goes over to look at their tracker dog. \"Good dog...come here, I won't hurt you.\" he mutters softly, trying not to alarm the dog. He digs through his pockets for a scrap of half-eaten jerky from his breakfast, and slips it to the hound.\n\n Rolls \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"Hold on,\" Lyanne says slowly. \"I recognize these names - his, and his group's. \n \"They camp out to the south, in the mountains, in the direction we need to go. And we've got his warrant - along with a passport in his name... and his identification.\n\n\"If we play this just right we could walk straight out through the gate - if we can convince the guards that one of us is our unconscious friend here. And even better, they won't have the documentation to get out and down to let their friends know what's happened.\" \n\nShe turns to Cyrick. \"So tell me, how are your acting skills?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI say we take the arrows, too. Fax, how are we doing for time until our rendezvous?\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick shakes his head. \"I am not a good lier.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"I could impersonate him with the right magic and mindset. We should see what we can find along the way to help us.\" \n\nShe looks at Lyanne.\n\n \"I see your fighting's improved.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"Thank you. I've been training. I see you've learned to breathe fire.\" Lyanne stoops to collect Kathor's armor. \"We're pressed for time. Let's get to the rendezvous and sort this out there. We probably should take the chance to cover more than our names, too, before we find ourselves in combat again.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nVarcolac briefly considers slitting the mercenary's throat...then thinks better of it.\n When things aren't so...crowded, perhaps. \nShe focuses her mind on her psionically empowered mount...\n\n ::Aegar, to me :: \nIn response, an insectoid mental chittering rings out, and Aegar bounds down the street at top speed- apparently, it's a black-shelled beetle-like creature carrying a hefty saddle, to which is strapped a beautiful steel-banded lance, ornamented with a pattern of closed eyes.\n\nThe Rogue, green eyes glittering with mischief, spends a moment in telepathic consultation with the creature, then swings into the saddle and takes up her lance, grinning- after carefully removing the thunderstone from the unexploded bomb.\nThe beetle-steed takes the explosive in its front two legs and rolls it carefully in front of it, ending with it- and her- before the others.\n\n\" Agreed, let's head for the rendezvous and stop patting one another on the back. Now we have insurance....so let's go meet our dear old friend Rivereye, and our dear old enemies, too, shan't we? \"" }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne consults the papers again. \"This one may be more valuable than we'd thought,\" she comments. \"If I'm remembering right, he has family ties in the Ragesian military - high up, possibly in the very army at the gates. If we don't have time to trade him to the council, the resistance may find him useful.\" She looks to Torrent. \"It's up to you. Best to decide quickly.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis nods at Lyanne's suggestion. \"We'll discuss it on the way there, since we may fight again before we meet the contact.\" \n\nHelionaluxis raises an eyebrow at Varcolac's mount. \"Just be careful with that explosive.\" " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "\"Up to me? Well, let's go meet the contact and speak of the pros and cons of both on the way there, then.\"\n\nAs you begin, you pass a family in the streets. The father is burnt and barely standing, having run back inside his burning house to try to rescue his wife, whose unconscious and burnt body he carries. With his three children, huddled in coats and whimpering, the man croaks out cries for help before collapsing from exhaustion." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis glances at the family as they pass, then stops.\n\n \"Wait here.\" \n\nShe walks up to the family, looks at the unconscious parents & the huddling children, and silently kneels next to the parents. The Dragon's Vigor radiates over the family as she checks the parents' wounds.\n\n Heal check: Diagnose Injuries (1d20+6=15) \n Aura: Switching to Vigor aura until the whole family has at least 3 HP apiece." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Upon seeing the family, Cyrick runs in behind Helionaluxis, kneeling down beside the children. \"Don't worry, young ones; my friend here will take care of your parents... Is there anyone else inside?\" He speaks in the gentlest tone he can manage.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy: (1d20+7=20) (If needed)\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne rummages in her pack for a waterskin, smiling at the parched-looking children as she pours some out. \"Let us help,\" she tells them.\n\n Though the same can't be said for everyone, she thinks. No doubt there are a lot of others in this situation throughout the city. We can't stop for all of them. Yet as she helps the children drink her hands seem steadier, and the smell of blood less intense than it has been since leaving the inn.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy (aid another) (1d20+6=20) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "One of the children speaks. \"Nope. Jus' daddy 'n mommy 'n us. Daddy was brave.\" He looks to be about four.\n\nSovorian notices that the dog won't stop following him. On close inspection, it bears a collar with the word \"Sauce\" written on it.\n\nThe father awakens momentarily, but lapses back into unconsciousness, probably from exhaustion. His wife remains in a similar state." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne ruffles the child's hair before standing and putting away the water. She draws Helionaluxis a little way aside so that the children cannot hear.\n\n \"How do the parents look?\" she asks. \"I would not like to leave them here alone with the adults still unconscious, but I don't think we can risk finding the guard to help. And we need to keep moving.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nto Lyanne \"Then we find someone closer to take care of them.\" \n\nHelionaluxis frowns at the parents, then looks at the children.\n\n \"We have to get going, but we can't leave you like this. Did some friends of your parents live nearby? We're going to leave you in their hands before we head off. You'll be safe there, all of you.\" \n\nHelionaluxis lifts up the mother, supporting her on her shoulder.\n\nHelionaluxis will go to a house the children point out, carrying the mother. (I assume someone else will take the father.) She will then knock on their door and ask them to take care of the parents and their kids for the night.\n\nIf the children can't point out a friendly house, Helionaluxis will pick a nearby one at random, knock, and, if the inhabitants look trustworthy, ask them to watch them instead.\n\n Diplomacy check (Take family for the night) (1d20+4=21) " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Helionaluxis has a little trouble finding a family that is both home and will open the door, but one family just down the street is both home and knows the children. They accept them with open arms, and batten down the hatches when bidden." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis smiles for a moment, then grows serious.\n\n \"We've spent too much time already. Let's go.\" \n\nShe then heads off." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\n\" We can't...well. Alright. \"\nHer expression softens momentarily- she almost looks like she's going to go all weepy drunk.\n\nShe helps Helionaluxis port the couple and shepherd the kids; she's no diplomat, but those nearby can hear her telling silly jokes and pulling funny faces for the frightened tots.\n\nOnce the children are safely ensconced, her face hardens once more and she swings back into the saddle, giving her mount a friendly pat and taking up her lance." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick quickly moves the shoulder the weight of the father, easily lifting the man and having little trouble carrying him. He remains silent and grim-faced during the side trip, and once the family is safely in the care of the others, he follows nods to Helionaluxis and continues towards the informant with the rest of the group." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne walks in silence for a time after seeing the family to shelter, looking around warily at the chaos of evacuation and conflict. When it looks like no bombs are likely to drop on their heads she speaks up.\n\n \"I had hoped we could get as far as making camp before we would need to think about battle,\" she said, \"but now...\n\n\"We may find ourselves fighting again before we leave the city, even before we reach our meeting if we're unlucky. If that's the case, if we're going to be relying on one another in combat, it's best that we have some idea of what we're all capable of. I know I had a few surprises back in the inn, and I don't like surprises in a fight.\n\n\"So I'll start. I'm a swordswoman, obviously enough; from Dassen, where we're headed, but north, not south. You've seen what I do in a fight, more or less. I'd like to think I do it well, but don't look to me for any flashy magic, or to sneak around unseen. I know a bit about the lands and people between us and our destination, though, and how to deal with them without a weapon when possible.\n\n\"So that's me.\" She smiles slightly. \"Or at least what's relevant. What about the rest of you?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis pauses a moment, then looks at Lyanne.\n\n \"Since we last met, Lyanne, I've devoted my life to Bahamut. I serve his followers, and they train me in return. Their power doesn't just affect me, but everyone around me. You've already seen everything I can currently do with it; I'm afraid my training isn't complete yet.\n\n\"As I learn from them, I adopt more of their traits. That was the first time I breathed fire in combat. If I were more experienced, I could breathe underwater, fly through the air, or walk through the hottest flames unfazed as well.\n\n\"But the power of the Dragon is potent even in inexperienced hands. As long as I stand with you, the Dragon will watch over us.\" \n\nShe turns to Sovorian, as if expecting him to speak next." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nVarcolac waits for Sovorian to finish speaking- only polite, after all- then begins, her voice unexpectedly quiet and reserved.\n\n\" I just sneak, for the most part; I don't know anyone who can hide as well as me...I can even bend shadows and do it when I've got eyes on me. I'm alright with the lance, though not as good as...well, I could be better. \"" }, { "author": "The Demented One", "message": "Sovorian nods, humbly, before beginning. \"I am, foremost, a warrior, of some talent. As you have already seen, I am gifted with a blade of thought, which I can draw whenever I have need of it. In addition, I am of the Illumian people, the wordfolk - though I find it convenient to hide this.\" he says, dousing the luminous sigils that orbit his head. \"And now,\" he says, gesturing to the hound now dogging his footsteps, \"It would seem I have a companion.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick nods. \"As one would guess from my garb, I am a fighter for Heironeious and member of the Aquiline Cross. I fight with the Arch-Paladin as my guide, as he guides me in all things. With his aid, I am able to smite my foes and inspire my allies.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nTo Sovorian: \"An Illumian. My mentor told me of your kind. I am unfamiliar with the thoughtblade style, though. Is that an inherent ability of your kind?\" \n\nlooks at the dog \"Perhaps it likes your scent.\" \n\nTo Cyrick: nods in understanding \"Our paths are similar, then, although my mentor is more... talkative. I will have to commune with her when we can rest; she will want to know what has happened so she can respond properly.\" " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "A cluster of four-story buildings have caught fire from the bombing, and a crowd is watching in dismay when horror strikes—a woman smashes out a window on the fourth floor and cries for help, screaming that she's trapped." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick shakes his head and begins moving towards the burning building. \"I cannot leave someone in need like this... I'm going to go and help the people of the city where I can; I'll meet you at the gates. Please continue on to the informant, and if I don't return, don't wait for me.\" With that, he runs towards the burning building, raising his shield over his head to protect it from falling debris." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis's hand lashes out and grabs ahold of Cyrick's arm before he can move.\n\n \"Stay here. I'm more suited for this, and we shouldn't all risk ourselves.\n\n\"Varcolac, you're the nimble one. I may need your help in there.\" \n\nWith that, Helionaluxis switches to the Aura of Inner Fire (Fire Resistance 10) and runs into the burning building." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick quickly shrugs Helionaluxis's grasp away and ignores her order, silently charging into the building heedless of the flames." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis sighs as she rushes into the building alongside Cyrick.\n\n \"Stick close so I can protect you from the flames, and let's be careful on the stairs.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne curses as Cyrick charges into the building.\n\n \"Half the city's aflame. We can't help everyone. It may be best to leave him as he says, if Helionaluxis can shield him...\" \n\nShe looks over to Torrent. \"How much further is this place?\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "After a beat's hesitation Lyanne follows the others into the building.\n\n \"Might as well get this sorted out as quickly as possible, if he's determined to intervene.\" \n\nShe hurries to catch up to Helionaluxis and her protective aura." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nThe Lancer shakes off Hel's arm and moves into a ready crouch, apparently poised to guard the door- or to be proceed toward the target, if they take too long. Her Armadon also moves into a protective configuration, and she shakes her head.\n\n\" You're nimble enough. If you run into anything in there you can't handle yourself, leave it. We can't take too long at this. \"\n\nShe bites her lip and hefts her sword once again, and jerks her head to indicate the hard-bitten female should head in without her." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis frowns at Varcolac and sighs before heading into the burning building." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "The building is burning merrily--or rather, it would be merrily if it weren't in the process of destroying hundreds of gold worth of property and exacting such a fee directly from the lives of those who lived in this building.\n\nYou make your way into the building easily enough, but the problem is going to be getting upstairs. The building, unfortunately, is made largely of wood but for the stone outer walls, and this includes the spiral staircase that leads from the bottom floor all the way up to the fourth. The fire, since it started at the bottom of the building where the bomb exploded, has proceeded to work its way upstairs, using the staircase for vertical mobility just like anyone else. The end result, however, is that the next floor is a full fifteen feet above you, and there's no stairway to use to get there by now.\n\nYou can hear the woman outside screaming off her balcony. Something about the fire at her door. It's hard to make out against the roar of the flames." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis looks up at the former staircase, growling under her breath. She turns to Cyrick & Lyanne.\n\n \"I don't think you'll be able to follow us up, Cyrick. Go outside and tell the woman help's on the way. Lyanne, follow me if you can, else head outside with Cyrick. My auras don't extend very far.\" \n\nWith that, she goes up to the wall and quickly scales it. It looks like she's clawing her way up it with her bare hands.\n\n( OOC: Using SLA Spider Climb to get up. Would it be useful to toss a rope down from the top, or would it burn up?)" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick says, watching her climb and not moving, \"You still speak as if I fear the flames. You will not be able to get the woman down like that; find her and get her out, and I shall help you get her down.\" He stands calmly as the aura that protects him from the flames falls away." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne focuses on her breathing, keeping it even, maintaining her calm. The burning building does not bring back pleasant memories, and the prickling sensation of danger between her shoulder blades has nothing to do with Helionaluxis' magic.\n\n \"How far can you extend this aura?\" she asks, managing to keep her voice steady. \"Could it protect a rope? If you stay on the balcony, I get the woman, and Cyrick stays here to help her get down, that will give us the most area of protection.\" \n\n((Climb check, plus any modifiers if we can get a rope: Climb (1d20+1=13) ))" }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis shakes her head at Lyanne. \"About 30 feet, if there's no obstructions. My aura can only affect living beings, else I would have used it to extinguish these flames.\" \n\nShe looks at Cyrick for a moment, then continues up towards the 4th floor, going ahead in the climb but making sure Lyanne's within range of her protective aura." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Helionaluxis proceeds up the wall with some effort, her aura protecting her from the raging flames. There are screams coming from the fourth floor only: either anyone else in the building is dead, or wasn't here when the bombing began. Since it's the new year, it's a pretty safe assumption that they were out celebrating.\n\nLyanne is close behind, but is having a harder time with the wall than Helionaluxis is.\n\nHelionaluxis comes to a closed door burning merrily--well, as merrily as a house fire can be--where the screams are coming from. The fire up here is intense: it looks like it found a highly flammable substance somewhere, and it's more than just a wood fire now. Maybe grease, perfume, or even just wood treatment. In any case, it's a pretty intense flame, and taking her out through it would probably kill her--or the infant she holds in her arms." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis hesitates a moment, then steps through the flames towards the pair, keeping an eye open to make sure Lyanne's still within range.\n\n( OOC: I will back up if it causes more than 10 damage through my fire resistance aura, else I walk through it to the pair.)" }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Helionaluxis keeps Lyanne within the range of her aura, but even she suffers mild burns at the hands of the fire.\n\n Fire (3d6=16) " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis just grits her teeth and muffles a grunt of agony; it wouldn't do any good to scare them, to have them realize she didn't have the situation under control.\n\nShe puts a hand on the frightened mother's shoulder & looks her in the eye.\n\n \"Calm down. Bahamut is watching over us. We'll get you out.\" \n\nHelionaluxis quickly looks around for some unburnt cloth & rips it off, handing it to the mother.\n\n \"Swaddle the baby. I'll carry him in my backpack down.\" \n\nHelionaluxis quickly opens her backpack and empties it, dumping out a coil of rope with grappling hook & a bedroll. She dumps the bedroll off the balcony & sets the grappling hook, then plops the open backpack in front of the mother.\n\n \"You'll have to climb down yourself. I'm sorry, but I can't take both of-\" \n\nShe looks the woman up & down again, then reconsiders.\n\n \"I can take both of you. Swaddle the baby, put him in the backpack, I'll carry the backpack, you hang on to me while I climb down. It's risky, but it's the safest way.\" \n\nShe turns back to Lyanne in the doorway.\n\n \"Go back down! The flames are too hot to cross; we can't go out this way! I'll climb down with them; get back outside and be ready to help if something goes wrong!\" \n\nShe turns back to the woman and watches her progress.\n\n \"I'm as skilled at scaling walls as a dragon; you'll be fine as long as you can hold on to me.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne hesitates at the door for a moment, far from unhappy at the idea of leaving the fire behind, but unwilling to abandon Helionaluxis and the woman. A thought occurs.\n\n \"Here,\" she calls, throwing Helionaluxis one of her waterskins. \"Try soaking the baby's swaddling, use damp cloths to breathe through. It'll help fight the heat, and the smoke.\" \n\nShe looks down to where Cyrick waits below.\n\n \"We'll wait for you outside - catch you if you fall. I'll see if our employer has anything that will help.\" \n\nShe turns back from the door to make her way back downstairs." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick nods as he hears the shouting. \"I shall wait outside below the window, to help bring them down!\" he shouts, before heading out the door, placing his shield between himself and the worst of the flames." }, { "author": "rangerwickett", "message": "glances around\n\n Where's the DM? You've got an audience to entertain. " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Leanne meets Cyrick downstairs without incident--well, no more incident than a burning building would normally provide--and the two dash out the door. Helionaluxis begins working her way down the wall, the woman and child in her arms.\n\nThe building seems to be coming apart at this point: the superheated masonry appears to be cracking, and the top of the building has started shedding stones like a wet dog with dandruff.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHelionaluxis: I need a Str check to hold onto the pair.\nThose of you on the ground: what're you doing?\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis tries to climb down as quickly as possible (15' Climb speed w/ Heavy load). Once on the ground, she guides them, and anyone else, away from the collapsing building.\n\n Str Check: 13 \n Str check (1d20+2=13) " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick waits below, looking worried as the building begins crumbling. He looses his shield and drops it, waiting below Helionaluxis in case something should go awry.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCyrick will stand below the descending group and try to either catch them if they should fall, or as least cushion their fall at his expense, quite possibly in a manner that would be quite comical in a less serious context. He'll attempt to dodge and stones that he can without moving too far away from the descending group. Any stones he would have to move out of the way to dodge, he'll just take like a man. Assuming they're not so big as to kill him; he's not stupid. He will prioritize catching the woman on Helio's back, hoping Helio herself is hardy enough to survive the fall, should she drop.\n\nSince I can see probable need for these, a pre-emptive strength check and reflex save-\n Strength Check: (1d20+4=10) (Bah)\n Reflex Save: (1d20+1=17) \n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne gestures at the others from the inn to start herding the crowd away from the unstable-looking building, hoping they'll understand her meaning over the crackling of the flames and the cracking of masonry. Positioning herself beside Cyrick, she readies herself to assist Helionaluxis and her charges should their climb take a turn for the worse.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMore or less the same action as Cyrick... she'll be trying to dodge anything nasty, but it looks like she'll be failing.\n\n Strength, Reflex (1d20+3=19, 1d20+4=8) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC: Okay, that's enough of a chance for the others. I'll see what I can do about grabbing some of the alts to put in soon.\n \n\n\nHelionaluxis climbs part of the way down the building before being struck by a piece of debris. 1 The infant is unharmed, but the woman is knocked out of Helionaluxis' grasp and begins the plummet to the street below. Cyrick rushes forward and manages to catch her before any harm, but as he is recovering, another piece of the building tumbles towards them. Unable to avoid the blow, their fate seems sealed until Lyanne miraculously dives through the air and pushes the flaming piece of debris at the last second 2 , diverting it just enough to where it crashes into the ground next to Cyrick and his ward.\n\nHelionaluxis, no longer encumbered, manages the rest of the way without issue. Lyanne nurses her hands, and Cyrick--a bit shocked, actually, but still in command--sets the lady on her feet, checks to see if she's alright, and brushes his hands off.\n\nThe building, at this point, seems a lost cause, but the woman is grateful for her life and that of her child's.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Helionaluxis: Nonlethal + Fire (1d6+1=7) (6 nonlethal, 1 fire)\n 2 Lyanne: 1 fire damage from contact with the flaming debris.\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\n( OOC: BTW, Helionaluxis's aura negates the fire damage on herself & Lyanne.)\n\nHelionaluxis grunts as the debris hits her, then looks on in horror when the mother falls.\n\n \"NO!\" \n\nShe quickly scales down the rest of the building and rushes over, quickly checking on the mother & the child. She's visibly relieved when she sees their safe. She nods in response to the mother's thanks.\n\nHelionaluxis: \"We could do no less. May Bahamut shelter you under his wing.\" \n\nShe turns to the others.\n\n \"Let's get going again.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick nods and mutters thanks to Lyanne as he puts the woman down, quickly regaining his composure. He looks to the woman and, after Helionaluxis finishes speaking, says, \"Find a safe place as swiftly as you can. We must take our leave; may the gods be with you and your child.\" With that, he scoops up his shield and readies it again on his right arm, ready to continue the treck. He quickly scans about looking for the others.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Spot: (1d20+2=8) (Can't see sht, captain!)\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne flexed her - surprisingly - unburnt hands. I guess I have Helionaluxis to thank for that. Next time, try to remember to push the people out of the way. They at least tend not to be on fire. Still, she felt undeniable relief that their intervention had paid off.\n\n \"Aye,\" she chimed in when Helionaluxis spoke. \"Let's get on; we're still working to a deadline.\" " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Torrent merely nods, a bit awestruck by the whole ordeal, before leading the party forward.\n\nThe road ahead is blocked by a mob of people. Some are looting, but most are attempting to get out of town. The more observant of you 1 notice overhead that there is fighting going on above. Looks to be Gate Pass griffinriders combating invading wyvernmasters.\n\nPanic spreads through the mob in an ascending wave. 2 The reason for this is rather more apparent: a reddish dragon-shaped beast flies overhead, terror trailing in its wake. Flames blast from its throat and take out a number of both griffin- and wyvern-riders, though it appears to be indiscriminately discriminate: its primary targets are the griffins, but if a wyvern gets in the way, no big loss.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1 Awareness (DC 15)\n 2 Will save (DC 21) or be panicked. Draconic creatures are immune.\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Awareness, Concentration/Will (1d20+1=16, 1d20+10=20) \n\n...ah, shazbot. Assuming this is an actual dragon, Duration - (4d6)[ 2 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 4 ](15) .\n \n\n\nLyanne happens to be looking overhead, her eye caught by the fliers above, when the beast passes. Though she attempts to steel herself for danger when she sees the panic building among the crowd, her resolve melts and the calming mantra dies on her lips as the creature comes into view. Awareness of their dire peril sinks in like a blade of ice in her gut.\n\n \" Flee! \" she shrieks at the others, taking her own advice without stopping to check if they do the same, heedless of whether the direction she chooses leads towards their goal so long as it seems to lead away from the threat." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis strides towards the crowd, looking around. Her vision is pulled upwards as she sees an enormous shadow flit across the ground.\n\n Now they're unleashing dragons on our city... Adravorungis will not be pleased. \n\nShe steps out of the way of the fleeing crowd and looks back at the party, only to see some of them succumb to fear.\n\n Dammit... why can't we all be draconics? \n\nShe rushes after her fellow party members, gently trying to coerce them into staying together...\n\n \"No, not that way, this way to safety!\" \n\n...which is as useful as extinguishing a building with a bucket of water. Helionaluxis's eyes flare up when she sees it isn't working. She snarls at her fleeing comrades as she runs alongside them, smoke issuing from her nostrils & her voice dropping an octave to a scratchy, booming tone.\n\n \"You yellow-bellied cowards! Keep your minds together or you'll run straight into the jaws of that beast! This way, go this way!\" \n \n Spoiler \nBeing dragonblooded, Helionaluxis is immune to a dragon's frightful presence.\n\n Awareness: 15 \n Awareness (Dragon) (1d20+1=15) \n Diplomacy: 6\nIntimidation: 19 \n Diplomacy; Intimidation (Regroup) (1d20+4=6, 1d20+9=19) \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Rolls: \n Spoiler \n Awareness: (1d20+2=15) (Hey, I can see it!)\n Will save: (1d20+2=9) (I would like to state now that THIS is the reason I find it ridiculous that crusaders don't either get good will saves or some form of fear immunity. Also, this would still fail even with the cha-to-will-saves I forgot.)\n \n\n\nCyrick panics along with the others and runs the other way. Totally going to have a complex about that later." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": "In the fleeing crowd, a figure stands out by simple virtue of the fact that she is not fleeing. A wiry young woman stands among the crowd, moving in its general direction, but only to avoid being trampled beneath the mob; she stares upward, gaze following the fast-moving beast as it swoops out of sight.\n\nA knot of people nearly run over her as she gazes upward, nearly knocking her to the ground, and the red-haired young woman seems to realize the danger she might be in for the first time. She hears someone issuing directions, and right now they seem as good as any others to her. So there is someone defending this city. Or perhaps defending her own. She catches sight of the speaker, running with the rest. Oh... yes. Time to be leaving, she realizes, glancing back up at the skies.\n\nShe runs after the woman and her companions, taking note as she does of their size and the weapons they carry. Mercenaries, or the local army? Well, either way, best follow them, she decides. On a whim, she catches up to them, running alongside them opposite the shouting woman to keep them splitting off. Sideways glances at them, almost precipitating a stumble, reveal she's not as unnerved by the dragon's presence as everyone else is at the moment." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis's eyes lock with the red-haired woman's, regarding her for a moment. Her gaze, regal yet predatory, reminds the woman of the beast she saw earlier.\n\nHelionaluxis nods to the woman, ever so slightly, before returning to herding her teammates through the sheer force of her voice." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 21 ] will save.\n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] awareness.\n \n\n If panicked: \nVarcolac mounts her beast and spurs it after Lyanne- reasoning that near the apparently potent fighter is a good way to stay alive...and staying alive is what matters right now.\nShe pushes her hair- disheveled by sweat and ash- out of her eyes and blinks back shame.\n\n The unlikely one: \nVarcolac gapes up at the scaled horror and gasps audibly, hefting her sword in a useless gesture before mounting and turning to follow Helionaluxis." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne seems to return to herself somewhat at Helionaluxis' challenge, her fear visibly turning to anger, though it looks to be directed inward rather than toward the other woman. Shamefaced, she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself.\n\n \"You're right... I... -where are the others?\" \n\nShe looks around to see if she can locate Cyrick or Sovorian while the panicked crowd parts around and buffets against her. If she spots either, she heads towards them to rein them in; if not, she'll follow Helionaluxis' lead.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Awareness - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] to find the others.\n\nIf Helionlauxis' Intimidate check wouldn't be sufficient to achieve the desired calming effect, then I guess you can assume Lyanne was running around for the duration of the fear effect until being caught.\n\nI should also mention that I'm moving in the next few days to start a new job. I should be able to keep up checking/posting once a day at minimum, but in the event that anything gets held up a day or more waiting for me, Fax should feel free to decide Lyanne's actions.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": "The red-haired woman returns the other woman's gaze curiously, stumbling a bit but holding eye contact; even after the other woman looks away, she continues to look that way. Her own eyes are a strikingly vivid blue, visible even at a run. Not just a soldier, then... She moves just ahead of one of the running people, slowing slightly to try to slow her down.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIntimidate to aid another, I suppose: (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n\nSorry, can't think of all that much to do until people stop running blindly...\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nThe red-haired woman, when she looks into Helionaluxis's eyes, will notice they're so golden they shine in the firelight." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Emulating Helionaluxis' example, Lyanne chases after the panicked Cyrick, alternately cajoling and threatening.\n\n \"Come on! We've a job to do, a lot of people are depending on us! ...And if you fail them, the dragon will be the least of your worries, believe me!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy, Intimidate (1d20+6=10, 1d20+6=19) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Helionaluxis and the new woman get Lyanne and Cyrick to snap out of their panics. Varcolac is shaken, but remains in a modicum of control. But where the party is now not in a state of panic, the rest of the mob is. From atop a rampart, a guard screams and dives into the crowd below, not rising to his feet as far as any of you can see.\n\nSeveral bodies from both wyvern- and griffin-riders, burning from the dragon's breath, plummet into the mob, crushing several under their dead weight.\n\nTorrent shakes her head and yells over the din. \"See that tower?\" she says, pointing to a tower on the other side of the mob and the gate. \"That's where we're going. The problem is now going to be getting there.\"" }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis looks around. \"Where did Sovorian go...\"\n\n He'll have to take care of himself for now. It's too dangerous out here to stick around for long. \n\nShe looks above to make sure nothing else is falling from above, then looks at the others.\n\n \"Are we just going to push through the mob, or does someone have a better plan?\" \n\nShe looks at the new woman, observing her for a moment before she speaks again. \"What about you?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"I'd rather not be sticking around here either, I think.\" The red-haired woman regards them steadily by turns. \"Or did you mean, do I had a way of getting through the crowd?\" She looks at the mass of people. \"I suppose we could try to frighten our way through people, but I don't know if it would work any better than bludgeoning our way through.\" She has a spear on her back, tucked over a pack, but apparently she doesn't think much of the second option, because she doesn't make any move towards it." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick snaps out of his panic, and immediately his expression darkens. He says nothing to the others as he takes a look around, trying to spot an alternate route, the shame in his eyes deepening with each death he spies that he can do nothing to prevent." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"It may come to that. They might clear out if they can get through the gate.\" \n\nHelionaluxis looks at Varcolac as she places a hand on Cyrick's shoulder.\n\n \"Do you think you can ride to the gate and get it open?\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick flinches away from Helion's touch, but at her query, he nods hesitantly. \"I think so, aye,\" he shouts to be heard." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "The mob does not appear to be going anywhere anytime soon, at least as long as the gate remains closed." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"I'll help at the gate. The guards may well see the merit of the idea with little persuasion, but if not or of they've fled too, we'll need muscle there.\" Lyanne looks from Varcolac, to her mount, to Cyrick and Helionaluxis. \"Do you mean to take this beast there? It might help part the crowd, but its load will be at some risk.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"Would you rather go through it on foot?\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"If we keep a tight formation and stick together, yes, I would. These people are panicked beyond self-preservation, if we try to push through with the insect many of them will likely end up trampled, either by us or by others trying to flee us.\" Lyanne isn't looking at Helionaluxis as she speaks; she's eying the walls around them, giving her points the air of thoughts spoken aloud. \"...Of course, if we could disperse the crowd altogether first, before trying to push through it at all... That ridiculous feat of climbing you pulled off back there, could you do it again, perhaps get to the gate that way?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis shakes her head as she pulls out her shield.\n\n \"I can only do it once a day. It will not help us here.\" \n\nShe looks around for anyone else trying to calm down or disperse the crowd, like lone soldiers." }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n \"I don't have any real objections to trying to scatter them. Lacrolus here can be very unnerving if you're not used to him. And I doubt we can trample them any faster than they're trampling themselves.\" \n\nShe pats the creature's wide abdomen affectionately." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "At the talk of trampling bystanders, Cyrick shakes his head. \"There must be a better way.\" He continues looking around, searching for a backalley or another way around the mob." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n If Cyrick can't find an alternate way around within a few moments: \n\nHelionaluxis grabs Cyrick's arm and turns him around to face her.\n\n \"If we open that gate, they'll disperse. Let's push through; our delay is costing lives.\" \n\nHelionaluxis readies her shield.\n\n \"Shields and strongarms on the edge, vulnerables inside. Let's push.\" \n\nIf everyone else joins in, Helionaluxis begins pushing her way through the crowd once everyone's ready.\n\n( Aura: Switched to Fast Healing 2 to mend anyone down nearby without stopping.)" }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"I suppose Lacrolus will have to get to the gate one way or another,\" Lyanne muses.\n\nWith a glance up to the sky in the direction the dragon passed, she steps up beside Helionaluxis, gesturing towards Cyrick to take point between them. \"We'll try to break a trail for you to follow,\" she tells Varcolac. \"Just be careful of what you're carrying. The rest of you, I suggest you get between us and Varcolac. Everyone stick together - if you can get a grip on one another, all the better.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": "The red-haired woman glances towards the crowd as if considering; then, she shrugs, pulling the spear from her back and hefting it with the point up in the air and the butt out. She takes a spot on the side—there really doesn't seem to be much room anywhere else, and although she's slender, she looks to have a wiry sort of strength." }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSorry everyone. I hate this season, and it's hating me right back. I'll try to be less of a flake than I have been. In the meantime...\n \n\n\nThe group manages to push their way through the mob with little difficulty, though there are a few moments when things get a bit intense. You find the guard you saw fall from the rampart earlier, but he doesn't appear to have made it. You're not sure if it was the fall or the subsequent trampling that did it. He does, however, have a keyring on his belt, one of which fits into the gatehouse door that's locked not fifteen feet from his body.\n\nYou grab the keys and open the door to find a timid man in a guard uniform trembling in a corner of the small room. To his left is a winch system that looks like it'll open the gate. He stands when you enter, and says, \"Hey, you can't be in here!\"\n\nLooks like he just remembered his duties." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis stares at the timid man.\n\n \"The crowd outside will crush itself to death unless it can flee through the gate. Either you, or we, are opening that gate.\" \n Diplomacy, Aid Another: +2 to Cyrick's Diplomacy roll\n Diplomacy (Aid Another) (1d20+4=15) \n If the guard still refuses to let us open the gate after a Diplomacy check: \n\nHelionaluxis steps towards the guard, towering even further above him.\n\n \"The first duty of any city guard is to safeguard its citizens! If you refuse to do even that , then get out of the way for someone who will! \" \n Intimidation check: 13\n Intimidation check (1d20+9=13) " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "If there's a window that looks down to the other side of the gate, Cyrick will look out of it to make sure nothing nasty awaits the people below should the gate be opened.\n\nAssuming there's nothing there--\n\nCyrick looks the man over and steps forward after Helionaluxis says her share. His voice is intense as he says, \"You wear the garb of this city's guard. Tell me, what are your duties here? Are you a guard to protect the people, or to protect this gate? People are dying because this gate remains closed! If you are a guard to protect these people, open the gates so that they may escape! If you are a guard to protect this gate, then step aside and let a protector of the people do what needs to be done!\" \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy: (1d20+7=22) (24 with the aid another from Helionaluxis)\n Intimidate: (1d20+7=27) (Only if it's necessary. Also; WOOOOO NAT 20!)\n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "The man startles at such force, snaps a salute, and throws the mechanism into gear. The doors begin opening, and the mob abates slightly as people find breathing room." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis briefly grins at Cyrick, then turns back to the guard.\n\n \"We need to pass through them as well. Continue manning the gates once we're gone.\" \n\nShe then tosses him the keys (unless anyone objects) and heads back outside to pass through the gate." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " A bit of an idealist, the knight, decides the red-haired newcomer as she listens. But not a soldier here, it seems, although the others sound the type... She looks out the window as the gates open, spear leaning against the wall. She watches the crowd begin to flood outwards for a minute, then turns back towards the inside of the room and follows the other woman back outside. \"Where are you headed next?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"Out of here, to the south. Somewhere we can prepare to fight back. You plan to come along? If our leader okays it...\" She gestures back to Torrent, then leans against the wall and silently watches the crowd disperse below, glancing over at the newcomer occasionally." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"If you don't mind.\" She glances at the white-haired woman indicated. \"I'd rather not be travelling alone with an invasion on the way, and south is as good as any other direction for me,\" she replies.\n\nAfter a moment, she extends a hand. \"Jenair. You?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n \"Helionaluxis, servant of Bahamut.\" She takes Jenair's hand and shakes it firmly.\n\nNow that she mentions it, Jenair might notice numerous patches of gold scales scattered across Helionaluxis's skin, especially around the large scars on her arm. She probably also feels a slight tingling when she's around Helionaluxis, like she's radiating magic." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nJenair returns the firm grip. The red-haired woman has prominent facial features—a strong jaw, a long, narrow nose—and her eyes, upon closer inspection, are almost unnaturally blue, as if the color of her iris has spilled over into her pupils and sclera. Those eyes studiy Helionaluxis with interest, lingering thoughtfully around the scars, although she doesn't ask the obvious question." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis's eyes lock on Jenair's, then try to look past them. She follows her gaze down to the scars.\n\n \"Dragon claws.\" \n\nShe returns to staring at Jenair's eyes, waiting silently." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne edges up to Torrent and speaks quietly enough that she hopes the new arrival will be unable to hear. \"Are you okay with taking her to the rendezvous? We could well use her; Sovorian appears to have been lost in the crush. If you think it's too much of a risk, we can try to shake her, though it'll be harder now that the crowd's dispersed.\" \n\nWhichever way the cleric answers Lyanne drops back after to walk alongside Helionaluxis and Jenair. Once they appear done with their own introductions she offers her hand to the redhead.\n\n \"Lyanne. No one's servant, but I'll have your back so long as we're travelling together.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nJenair takes the offered hand with a nod of greeting, once again giving a single firm shake, although her hands do not have the calluses common to trained soldiers. She seems to identify with Lyanne's point of view a good bit more, from the look of it. She nods once at Helionaluxis's explanation, with a final glance at the scar, but she does not inquire into it any more, nor does she return the explanation in kind by elaborating on her eyes unasked." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis's hands are calloused, rough, and scaly.\n\nHelionaluxis nods at Lyanne's statement. \"As will I.\" She thinks for a moment.\n\n \"Don't be alarmed if I breathe fire on you. It won't hurt, I promise.\" Her stoic expression betrays a sly grin for a split-second." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick nods at the new arrival. \"I am Cyrick, servant of the arch-paladin Heironeous.\" As he speaks, he moves to get a better view of the dispersing mob, looking down on the crowd worriedly." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming Torrent okays Jenair's joining us, and that we can therefore speak freely around her.\n \n\n\nLyanne looks out at the crowd. \"With all this movement and chaos, it shouldn't be any trouble to reach the rendezvous unnoticed. Bringing our \"package\" along might be a different story, though. Perhaps it would be best to unload Lacrolus before we quite reach our destination and share his burden between us for the last short distance. In any case, we should move before this surge of people quite dries up.\" \n\nShe looks back at Jenair. \"Chances are good we'll find ourselves having to react quickly again more than once before getting out of the city. Is there anything we need to know about you for such situations? Are you any sort of mage or mentalist, have you particular needs or a niche in a fight or out of one?\" \n\nShe gestures towards the others. \"We're all swords for the most part. Varcolac there has her lance if she's mounted. Helionaluxis can provide magical aid of various sorts if you stay close to her. Our employer,\" she indicates Torrent, \"has a spell or two up her sleeve too. Life stories can wait until we have a campfire to trade them around, but if you've anything relevant of that sort now's the time to share it.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nJenair shrugs at the question, occasionally eyeing Helionaluxis as if not sure what to make of her comment. \"I know a bit of magic, I suppose. Not much.\" She sounds as if the subject doesn't really interest her, leaning on her spear and watching out the window.\n\nAfter a moment, she asks a question, still looking out at the crowd as it begins to thin. \"Who are you meeting with?\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nOn Jenair's second eyeing of her, Helionaluxis snorts a gout of flame. It blasts across Jenair's outfit. Instead of leaving burns in its wake, it just feels like hot air. She grins slightly.\n\n \"It feels less pleasant for enemies. So, you know some magic? Hm.\" \n\nHelionaluxis eyes Jenair's equipment again, looking for clues about her path to power. When Jenair asks who they're meeting with, she pauses for a moment.\n\n \"Someone who can't leave the city himself, but needs something taken out.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\nVarcolac is already complying with the request to unload Lacrolus pre-emptively, though she honestly looks rather put out at having to leave behind that much explosive.\n\nShe nods to the newcomer, slowly, but doesn't extend her hand or offer any flowery speeches.\n\n\" Varcolac. If you'd like to know more I suggest we focus on running, and not dying. \"" }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"Hoy, no need for that yet,\" Lyanne says when she sees Varcolac unloading. \"We just need to unload what we want to bring to the rendezvous, and that only when we're close. No need to leave this other stuff behind or carry it ourselves. And I agree, now's the time to move.\" \n\nShe addresses Jenair as they move out, trying to keep with the last remnants of the crowd. \"We have something to collect to take out of the city, and something of a little use to trade for it. Discretion is worth more than valor at the moment, so I'll leave it at that until we have something like privacy. That may be available at our destination.\" \n\nShe turns to Torrent. \"Varcolac could accompany you while we wait with the mount, if you want to keep our profile low. Given the chaos I don't think it'll matter much if we all join you, though I'd still leave the bug a street or two away.\" \n \"Would any of the magic you know extend to concealing movement?\" she returns to Jenair." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nShe nods at the desire for secrecy. And I rather doubt it will mean anything to me, in any case. The burst of flame is a bit startling, but after a moment of consideration, she decides it makes as much sense as any magic would.\n\n \"No. I only know a few tricks. Useful, but not for that.\" She glances at the insectoid mount. \"Can't use a horse instead? That thing doesn't look very good if you want to avoid attracting notice.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis warily eyes the untripped bomb Varcolac is unloading. \"I think we can leave that behind.\" \n\n( OOC: Got some details about it from Fax. It contains multiple alchemist's fires, is more suited for burning things than demolition, and is triggered by a hard impact. It also weighs 20 lbs, so throwing it really isn't an option.\n\nHe also mentioned we could probably break it open and grab the intact alchemist's fires for our own use...)" }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis warily eyes the untripped bomb Varcolac is unloading. \"I think we can leave that behind.\" \n\n( OOC: Got some details about it from Fax. It contains multiple alchemist's fires, is more suited for burning things than demolition, and is triggered by a hard impact. It also weighs 20 lbs, so throwing it really isn't an option.\n\nHe also mentioned we could probably break it open and grab the intact alchemist's fires for our own use...)\n\nHelionaluxis glances at the bug. \"I think Varcolac's attached to it.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"In general I find when someone has found reason to do something as uncommon as riding into battle on a giant telepathic insect, you don't want them to rush the explanation. It tends to be worth savouring.\" \n\nLyanne is casting a critical eye at the explosive as she speaks, trying to work out if they can make it safer or less cumbersome to carry.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSome rolls to see if I can figure out what Mike mentions... I have no idea what skill would be appropriate here so I'll just roll all the ones I'm not forbidden to that might work. Knowledge is in case the details of Ragesian bomb construction are a matter of local or historical knowledge... shiftyeyes*\n\n Appraise, Craft, Knowledge (history), Knowledge (local) (1d20+3=16, 1d20+3=21, 1d20+6=22, 1d20+5=15) \n " }, { "author": "Fax Celestis", "message": "Torrent nods. \"I don't see an issue with allowing this one to tag along. In this chaos, I don't believe it matters any more if we're secret about our efforts or not.\n\n\"If we can take the bomb apart, the interior may be useful to us...but the issue would be taking it apart without blowing it up.\"\n\nShe shakes her head. \"In any case. We're headed there:\" she says, pointing to a tower a few blocks away. \"Hopefully our contact is still alive.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nLeanne: you think you can take it apart, if you're careful.\n " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne bites her lip. \"I've no training with explosives or the like. I can lend a hand if anyone else thinks they've got a better shot at it, though. It'd be good to have it in a more portable form, but it's not worth risking our safety on my guesswork.\" \n\nShe looks at Helionaluxis. \"If someone does want to try it, you'd better stay close and keep some of that flame-retardant magic on hand.\" \n \n Spoiler \nYeah, Lyanne ain't got no ranks in anything possibly useful. If someone does want to take a stab at it, here's a raw d20 roll for an Aid Another check. If it's Craft or Disable Device, that's a +3. AidAnother - (1d20)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick looks to Torrent and nods before looking to those assembled around the bomb. \"Let us be off then. I think it best if we tinker with the bomb later, where an explosion wouldn't endanger so many bystanders.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis nods towards Lyanne.\n\n \"Why carry the bomb, or its contents, in the first place? It will be more trouble than discarding it.\" " }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"It's always good to have more tactical options available, and dismantled the parts of the bomb would be much safer to transport. But you're right that it's a risk and an effort we needn't take unless we have a specific purpose for them.\" \n\nLyanne looks to Varcolac. \"Did you have something in mind when you took it, or was it just preferable to leaving it behind? If the latter we may as well leave it. If the former perhaps you can work on dismantling it once we reach the rendezvous.\" " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis heads for the tower Torrent pointed to once they decide what to do with the bomb." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nJenair looks at the bomb, nonplussed, but she doesn't waste time by asking where they got it. \"Careful how you carry that. I wouldn't want that thing to be on my saddlebags when it shattered, dismantled or no, and alchemist's fire is touchy stuff.\" \n\nShe glances at the tower that the woman apparently in charge had indicated, then at Torrent herself. Odd. They behave like some sort of knights, and work like a mercenary company. If that's what they are, she's the employer for sure. She looks back to the others. \"And truth to tell, if you're meeting someone there, I wouldn't bother.\" " }, { "author": "Shiny, Bearer of the Pokystick", "message": " Varcolac \n\n\" I was planning to use it to make a new gate if the pre-existing one was inconvenient. But I suppose that's not as viable a tactic now. I say we leave it.\" \n\nShe spurs her mount slightly and motions to the rest to follow Torrent and Hel." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": " \"We'll leave it then. The city doesn't need any more trouble with its defenses,\" Lyanne concurs, joining Helionaluxis in continuing towards the tower." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n \"Old gate looks fine to me,\" Jenair comments before following, using her spear point-up as a sort of walking-pole." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick follows wordlessly, throwing occasional worried glances to the people below." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "After a short time Lyanne drops back to Cyrick, trying to avoid drawing attention from the others as she does so, and pitching her voice to be heard only by him.\n\n \"You want to help these people,\" she says; her tone manages to make it a question while clearly implying she feels she knows the answer.\n\n \"This is how you can help them, by helping us, helping Torrent. One man won't put out these fires or drive off that army, but getting her to safety might. Do what you can do best and don't beat yourself up that you can't do everything.\" \n\nIf it seems like the gesture will help reinforce her words, she lightly squeezes his shoulder, a move not of comfort but of solidarity.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolls, if necessary, to see how she can read him / get through to him.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n Diplomacy - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n\nWhether she does/doesn't go for the Comforting Pat depends on whether it'd be the right or wrong move in Paradox's opinion and whether she can tell that based on the above.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"I have no intention of abandoning Torrent. I know helping her will help these people.\" Cyrick glares straight ahead, steadfastly refusing to meet Lyanne's eyes. His tone is dark and hints at a contained anger, and he makes no attempt at keeping his tone low enough for only Lyanne to hear. \"That does not change the fact that I'm not strong enough to help these people here and now. There is no excuse for that.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm mostly disregarding the diplomacy roll; Fax, if you'd like me to approach that differently let me know. As for the shoulder touch--yeah, Lyanne'd probably get the impression that the gesture wouldn't go over well. It wouldn't be hard to tell. (Cyrick = [/wrist])\n " }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis grips Cyrick's other shoulder; it feels like she's ready to crush it with her bare hand. If he looks her in the eye, her pupils seem to smolder.\n\n \"There's no excuse for moping about it, either. Do what you can, don't lament what you can't. Anything else would not be worthy of the Arch-Paladin. Stand tall and hide the weakness, Cyrick. People are looking up to you.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Cyrick stops walking and violently slaps Helionaluxis's hand away. He meets her gaze with eyes just as fiery as hers (though perhaps in a less literal sense). \"How dare you speak to me of what my lord finds worthy!?\" he yells, any attempts at containing his rage completely failing as he glares at the woman. \"Moping!? Hiding my weakness!? I would never be able to face my lord if that were all I did! I will not hide my weakness! I will burn it away with my Lord's righteous fury!\" Cyrick brushes past Helio and resumes his march towards their destination, saying as he goes, with a controlled but dire tone, \"Now, if you're quite done worrying about my state of mind, we've a mission to complete and a war to end!\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Jenair \n\nJenair spares the argument a glance, halting momentarily and unwillingly as the participants do and leaning on her spear to watch both the participants and the city around them. \"Or at least be quieter about it,\" she adds in a low mutter as Cyrick finishes and storms ahead, making a note to ask why he referred to ending the war later. It's not entirely clear whether she was speaking to herself or not.\n\nShe follows, glad to be on their way again even if it does mean a zealot's company." }, { "author": "Mike_Lemmer", "message": " Helionaluxis \n\nHelionaluxis stands her ground against Cyrick's rage, saying nothing, showing nothing. Only when he brushes past her does she allow herself a smirk.\n\n That's more like it. I didn't expect him to blow up like that, though. I'll have to apologize once this is over if he's still sore about it. I wonder why he reacted so badly... \n\n\"You're right. Let's go, Cyrick.\" \n\nHelionaluxis walks on next to Lyanne & Cyrick." }, { "author": "kamikasei", "message": "Lyanne walks on beside the others, keeping her mouth shut. It's always the quiet ones. At least, the quiet ones wound tighter than a castrato's string accompaniment around their notions of duty. Making sure not to say anything else to set of the Heironean, she keeps an eye out as they continue on to their destination to see if their exchange has drawn any possibly unwelcome attention.\n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] " } ]
[ { "author": "laszarus", "message": " ++ MESSAGE CODE MAGENTA ++\n++ TRANSPORT ORDERS: KALLINDRIAN 114TH, VENTRIAN 4TH, HJALSANIR V 8TH++\n++ FROM: HIGH WARLORD JASKARNIR\nTO: LORD GENERAL KRANA\n\nIMMEDIATE TRANSPORT OF REGIMENTS TO HJALSANIR IV. COMBAT ORK THREAT. ELIMINATE ALL INFECTION. FAILURE WILL RESULT IN YOUR EXECUTION.\n\nEMPEROR BE WITH YOU.\nHIGH WARLORD JASKARNIR ++\n\n* * * * \n\n++ MESSAGE CODE GREEN ++\n++ MISSION DETAILS: KALLINDRIAN 114TH ++\n++ FROM: LORD GENERAL KRANA\nTO: COLONEL SKALLI, KALLINDRIAN 114TH\n\nTARGET: NORTHERN POLAR CITY – HJALSANIR MINOR.\nPRIMARY OBJECTIVES: CLEAR ORKS FROM CITY. MAKE SAFE SPACEPORT. SET UP FORWARD COMMAND POST FOR FURTHER OPERATIONS.\nSECONDARY OBJECTIVES: SECURE CITIZENS. RETAKE POWER PLANTS.\n\nBLESSINGS OF THE GOD-EMPEROR\nLORD GENERAL KRANA ++\n\n * * * * \n3 Months Beforehand …\n\n“Captain, we are reading anomalous signals in the beta-segment transport lane. Permission to deep-scan?”\n\n“Permission granted, Ensign.”\n\n“God Emperor protect us … Captain, we are reading numerous Orkoid life signs. Anomaly appears to be an Epsilon-class space hulk. At least 4 different ships and 3 asteroids. Minimum 100,000 Orkoid life forms. 10 Devastator-class cannon, 80 Ravager class broadside cannon, over 300 light guns. Tactica recommendation: engage with full lance battery, order all armed ships to begin assault. Pray to survive the battle, for we have barely the firepower to harm the beast.”\n\n“Make it so! If we cannot kill it, we will die trying! Launch all interceptors, order all planetary defenses to open fire at any weak points, and mobilize all orbital defenders. We will sell our lives dearly, friends. Open fire!”\n \n* * * * * \nThe sky above blazed into life, light filling the night sky as the battle in space lit the dark side of the planet. In a brief hour, over a hundred ships fell attempting to destroy the hulk, and many others were crippled. Breaking through the orbital defenses, the hulk fell onto the planet like the descending fist of an angry god. For weeks afterwards, the dust cloud thrown up from its landing blanketed the skies, the population living in a perpetual gloom. As the dust settled, the real problems began. A horde of Orks, the survivors of the crash, came howling out from the crash site, swiftly overwhelming the few PDF soldiers on the planet. Within another week, the entire world was Ork territory, and the frantic, panicked distress signals from the capital had only just been received.\n \n* * * * * \n“Sir, they’re coming!” Bellowed the young trooper, slipping a clip into his lasgun.\n\n“I know, soldier. Keep them in your sights, and make every shot count. We may fall, but the brutes will regret their attack.” The captain, barely a year older, said, his voice quavering and lacking in conviction.\n\nThe huge cloud kicked up behind the rampaging Ork force obscured the horizon, and the greenskins were close enough to see details: their red-painted vehicles, the crude but deadly weapons, their massive, hulking leaders. All along the walls, men broke and ran, only to be shot dead by their officers.\n\n“Open fire with all wall defenses.” Hissed a voice through the comm-links, and along the entire 10 kilometer curtain wall heavy bolters, lascannons and rocket launchers blasted into life, scything through the innumerable Ork horde.\n\nEven as the ground was churned to mud by the green blood and clomping feet, the first of the Ork artillery shells hit the wall, blasting men and rubble hundreds of metres. The Orks who had reached the wall were trying to climb with their bare hands and were slipping back down, lasgun volleys blasting through their ranks until a series of devastating explosions ripped a hole in the wall and the greenskin horde poured through.\n\nHjalsanir Prime had fallen.\n \n* * * * * \n1 week beforehand …\n\n“Men of the Kallindrian 114th, you already,”\n“Know who we are, and where we are going.”\n“Now it is time,”\n“For you to learn what you are going,”\n“There for. The planet,”\n“Hjalsanir has,”\n“F F a a l l l l e e n n .”\n“You are to,”\n“Take the landing craft,”\n“And launch an assault,”\n“On the North Polar City,”\n“Hjalsanir Minor,”\n“Which must be,”\n“Taken for the,”\n“Campaign to succeed.”\n\nThe twin Commissars hissed, each finishing the other’s sentences. They stood together, identical in every way, from their polished black boots to their shiny peaked caps. The brothers Clatain, tall, slender and deadly, darkly inspirational and with a gallows humour, they were already feared by the young Kallindrian regiment, and shown respect, even though they were offworlders. The Colonel who stood with them, a polar Kallindrian, dark-skinned and pale-haired, in rumpled snow fatigues and with a permanent three-day growth on his face, struck a stark contrast with the razor-edged Commissars, and he was loved by his men for it. Patrjik Skalli, Colonel of the Kallindrin 114th, Wolf hunter, adopted as the regimental mascot by the polars and non-polars alike (though with a hint of resentment from the non-polars).\n\n“Alright lads, you know the drills. We drop in by landing craft, bag us some Ork heads, and take the spaceport so’s the others can get in to help us. Keep your eyes peeled, your guns charged and your knives ready and you should be alright. You’ll be loaded onto the craft once we hit orbit in about a week, so sharpen up your training and keep ready.” The Colonel said amicably, then dismissed the men with a wave.\n \n* * * * * \nSquad Gamma-Eta-14, Squad Delta-Epsilon-5 and Squad Pi-Kappa-9 were loaded onto the landing craft.\n\n“Alright lads,” Bellowed Sergeant Kjaski, “We’re going in!”\n\nSquad Pi-Kappa-9, under Sergeant Hrask’kar, strapped themselves in. Jakken the medic. Gorkraj the voxman. M’gn’s the rocket-man. Trooper Jurgis, Trooper Krakjah and the fiery Trooper Jilikian. Snipers Zavreth and Jarrek. Flamer R’nshai. Little did they know the role they were to play.\n\n“LAUNCH!” Came the cry from the cockpit, and all the Guardsmen were slammed back in their seats as the lander blasted from the troop ship and into the planetary atmosphere.\n\nAll around there were explosions and the craft shook and shuddered as they blasted it from side to side, rattling the soldiers about like beads in a maraca. Suddenly the blasts stopped.\n\n“We’re through the exterior defenses! All we have left to worry about are the,” Yelled the pilot, but was cut off by a massive blast which tore the front off the lander.\n\n“We’re going down!” exclaimed Sergeant Kjaski, “Brace positions!”\n\nAs the lander smashed into the remains of a skyscraper, all the soldiers lost consciousness. When they awoke, Squad Pi-Kappa-9 found that all the other Guardsmen were dead, and they were alone and lost in a hostile city." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis comes to with red spots before his eyes, the smell of smoke in his nostrils and the taste of blood in his mouth. All around him are the limp and twisted forms of his comrades in arms. With a wrench of pain he disentangles himself from his harness and retrieves his lasgun. Slowly, he begins to crawl through the wreckage, looking desperately for any sign of movement." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken pulls himself blearily out of the rubble, checking his Knife, Medkit, and Pistol, in that order. \"Warps*, that hurt. Is everyone okay?\" He goes around, seeing if there are any injuries." }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M’gn’s groans slowly, his body ablaze with pain. He slowly tries to rise up, thanking the emperor that he hadn't broken any limbs. His armor bent, he crawls towards his rocket launcher. He tears open the ammo box, loads the weapon deliberately, his visor only now clearing from dust, his eyes still dim. He lays back , his breathing raspy from the inhaled dust. He coughs up, bending over, vomiting over the corpse of his fellow guard. He searches around his pockets, grabs a smoke, and raises it to his mouth. He looks around for a fire, not finding a suitable one, he lowers it again. He then slowly leans on an iron bar, raising himself to a stand slowly. He stumbles to his gear, oblivious of anyone around him. He checks that he has everything. He then hoists the ammo box on his back. And falls over to his side, coughing from the dust again." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis catches sight of some movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he makes out a standing figure, walking through the dust and the smoke. \"Praise the emperor!\" he calls, waving a hand in the air, \"You live!\" " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " What the frag just happened , Zavrath says spitting out a mouthful of blood, unstrapping himself. Orks must of shot us down, tend to the wounded, I'll keep watch Zavrath then tries to find some light rubble or cover to hide himself in, looking for orks.\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHide:7+7=14\nSpot:20+5=25(35)\n \n\n\nOOC: How much do the infared googles add for spot?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken checks M’gn’s to see if he is wounded." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai wakes with a start, convulsing in his harness and vomiting onto the deck. Finished with that unpleasantness, he jerkily pries off his harness, light and sound swimming through his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve he stumbles through the cabin. Sound comes whistling back and he has the presence of mind to check his gear, making sure it's all in place. Then he notices the bodies, the shattered corpses of his comrades. Eyes wide as if unbelieving he begins to move from body to body, using a dangling rosary to administer last rights." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "The smoke from the burning transport rises up and begins to merge with the dust that has become this planets new atmosphere. Tauride didn't black out during the crash, he had seen it all.\n He just stared at the sky , his body still in shock and unable to move. Wide eyed he lay there for what seemed an age, until a fellow soldier walked past him intently fingering some beads and chanting to himself. While he is not a religious man Tauride could spot the hand of the emperor as well as those that avidly looked for it.\n\nHe rose slowly and began to filter the sounds and sights of his new surroundings. Once he had adjusted he stood up prodded the body next to him with his foot. Flipping them onto there back he realized it was the soldier he had encountered on the transport. She had seemed a nice person which meant she was in the wrong business. He picked up her rifle and placed it in his holster, His already drawn and walked over to the sniper that had seemed to take charge. Ready to take his orders." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "After making sure everyone's (relatively) uninjured, Jakken clips his medkit to his belt and begins loading his pistol. \"Let's see...we're trapped in the middle of incredibly hostile territory, alone, and barely trained.\" He finishes loading and fingers the Knife at his belt. \"Anyone have any bright ideas, preferably ones that let us live through this?\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \"Emperor's eyes, that HURT!\" Came a groan from the wreckage, then the screech and squeal of tortured metal being bent back as Sergeant Hrask'kar forces his way out of his harness. \"Who's still alive? Report in, troops.\" \n\nMedic Jakken sees that, although M'gn's has suffered a few bruises and scratches, he's fine, as are the rest of the survivors. It's like the Emperor protected them all from harm. Either that, or they happened all to be sitting in the thickest section of the lander.\n\nZavrath sees little through the wreckage, the clouds of dust obscuring his sight and the smoke interfering with the goggles. He does notice, however, that the entire area is blanketed in thick snow, and the only area not covered is a rough circle around the wrecked craft, probably blown clear by the landing. He settles down comfortably into some rubble, his snow camo blending with the snow (as one would hope) and looks out over a 180° hemisphere approach to the site.\n\n \"Jurgis? Is that you? Damn, I thought I was the only survivor. I was thrown clear and landed over there somewhere. I think I lost my voxcaster.\" The apparition replies. You recognise the voice of Gorkraj. As he comes into view, you notice firstly that he is limping, and secondly that he is bleeding from a gash in his head which has cracked the bone." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken reports to the sergeant. When Gorkraj appears he holsters his pistol and grabs his medkit, hurrying to treat him. \"Sit down, for the Emperors sake! Let me have a look at your injuries.\" He attempts to treat him.\n\n (1d20+14)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis forces his way out of the craft \"Gorkraj? Praise the-\" he is cut short as he sees the wound. \"Stay right where you are, I'm going for the medic!\" As he turns back to the craft he sees Jakken already clambering out, medkit in hand. Jurgis offers a hand to help pull him through the opening, then stands clear." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \" Sergeant! Krakjah reporting for duty. What do you need?\" Said Tauride helping Hrask'kar from the wreckage, then standing to attention." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Seeing Tauride pulling Hrask'kar from the wreckage, Jurgis snaps to attention, swinging his lasgun onto his shoulder and saluting the sergeant, \"Sir! Trooper Jurgis reporting for duty, sir!\" " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "Finished giving the Emporer's rest to the lost, R'nshai moves back down the length of the craft. Ever pragmatic he checks the bodies for useful equipment and grabbing the first lasrifle he can find. As he reaches the hole in the lander and climbs out into the cold air he notices Hrask'kar and stands to. \"Sir, Flame Trooper R'nshai Roakzen present and ready for duty Sir, what would you have me do?\" \n \n Spoiler \n search (1d20)[ 7 ] picking up grenades, supplies etc.\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Jakken's quick actions probably save Gorkraj's life, as he quickly and deftly squirts some polysynth into the crack and then bandages his head firmly, sealing the crack and staunching the wound at the same time.\n\n \"Good job, Medic Jakken. The rest of you, search the bodies of our comrades, then I want R'nshai to burn them so these foul Orks don't get their hands on the bodies. Ten minutes and then we go. Any longer and we risk getting caught defenseless. Krakjar, Jurgis, search the craft, the rest of you, guard positions while Jakken finishes up with Gorkraj.\" The sergeant orders calmly, as though he has not just been knocked unconscious as a 30-tonne metal wreck screamed flaming through the sky and into a building.\n\nR'nshai's search brings up some interesting but near-useless bits of gear: some lho sticks, a variety of small books, and a couple of Aquila pendants. He can, of course, scavenge the obvious gear, like lasgun clips, the four spare promethium tanks, and a few rockets. If a decently mechanically-minded person was given a few weeks they could use bits and pieces from the various weapons and lander bits lying around to construct a full tank, but you don't have a few weeks." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "When Jakken finishes, he says: \"Alright, that should hold. However, don't push it. I've seen lesser wounds reopen after better treatment.\" " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " Yes sir! Yells Tauride enthusiastically.\n\nWalking into what little remains of the once proud carrier Tauride crudely glances around and shoves aside any of the more obvious blockages.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search: (d20-1)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": "Private Jarrek finally extricates himself from his harness, slamming it back into the wall as he gets up. Stopping by a flaming corpse, he lights a Lho stick and puts it in his mouth.\n\n That was one nasty ride. Felt like the pilots had a little too much amasec. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek seems in a better mood now that everyone is uninjured. \"Hey Jarrek! Finally up, eh?\" " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis clicks his heels together . \"Sir, yes Sir!\" he replies, then crawls back into the transport. he works his way towards the back of the craft, grimacing and trying to fight back the vomit rising in his throat as he fishes in the pockets and holsters of the broken soldiers, trying to find intact ammo. If he finds any intact backpacks, he slings the first few towards the opening.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch: 10+1 = 11\nFort save vs Nausea: 14 +4 = 18\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai slumps against the side of the carrier and slides an iho stick out of his webbing pockets. Holding it to his flamer's pilot light, he puts it between his lips and puffs, musing. He walks over to the gathering of men and pulls a flask of Wolf's Breath out of a pouch, takes a healthy slug, and offers it around. \"Anyone else?\" " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": "Jarrek pulls his infared goggles, rubbing his eyes as he inserts them into his pack.\n\n We don't need our magnoc goggles here, right? He asks before accepting the powerful spirit from R'nshai. He takes a large mouthful. Nothing like Wolf's Breath to start the day. " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Yep, nothing like an alcoholic punch in the face to get the day started right.\" R'nshai's rueful smirk is practically jovial in comparison to the state of things around him. \"Sir, if you want the bodies cremated before the bloody xenoes can get their vile hands on them, I can probably rig the drop's fuel lines to drain into the cabin. That way we only need a match, not a flamer, and as an added bonus the boat won't explode like a warping signal flare. Alright with you Sir?\" he proffers the flask to the sergeant." }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's groans, visor and vision now clear. \"Next time just send me down a week before-hand, I'd rather walk. Rocketman M'gn's reporting for duty.\" He stands up, he searches for an iho stick. Finding it, he pulls out a small lighter, he let's the smoke waft out with the wind." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Krakjar manages to find some interesting stuff - eight frag grenades, two small flasks of alcohol, and a spare battery for a voxcaster. No voxcaster though.\n\nJurgis, fighting back his nausea, doesn't manage to perform quite as thorough a search as Krakjar. He manages to sling five intact backpacks back towards the entrance and can scavenge as many lasgun clips and ration packs as he wants. He also finds a pair of krak rockets.\n\n \"That's a good idea, R'nshai. See if it can be done once the other two are out. Sling us some of that Wolf's Breath first though. Nice to see you're alive, Jarrek.\" The sergeant orders, keeping a watchul eye on the surroundings as the dust and snow begins to settle." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Pocketing some of the loot Krakjah walks out of the carrier towards the commanding officer.\n\n \"I found 6 frag grenades, a battery and a flask sir.\" He exclaimed while offering the items up to the sergeant.\n\n \"What now, sir.\" He said looking out from the crash zone, unsure as to how safe they really were." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis makes his way back to the entrance, cradling the krak rockets in his arms. he sets them down outside and gives his report to the sergeant. \"I've found five intact packs, and more las-cells and ration packs than I can carry. I'll keep hauling them out until you tell me to stop.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek begins helping with the scavenging of the ship." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "The ship is quickly cleared of all useful equipment and items, and an unconscious Jilikian is dragged from the wreckage.\n\n \"Alright men, take what you can use and carry as much as is reasonable. I need some help to rig up a stretcher for Jilikian, and then we need to move. The smoke's going to act like a beacon for every piece of xenos trash in the city, and I haven't a clue where the k'lsh'rk we've crashed. R'nshai! Rig the lander. M'gn's, rockets for you. Get ready to move out and keep your eyes skinned. I don't want even a j'skrit to get within a hundred yards, is that clear?\" The sergeant bellows, obviously becoming more and more agitated as time goes by. You can hardly blame him. It's his first command and he's just lost the other two squads he was with, two of his men are injured, and his squad's alone and lost in a hostile city. Really, it's amazing he hasn't started cracking yet." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "By this time, Jakken has already made a make-shift stretcher and placed it under Jilikian." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai has the lander rigged in about two minutes, an easy task since the craft exposed some of the fuel lines. \"I'd stand back!\" he hollers and flicks a match into the prometheum soaked cabin. Any nearby feel a wash of heat and hear the roar of the blaze. He moves up and takes position with the rest, his new lasgun and a few extra clips in tow." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " Can't see any Orks out here Sarge Zavrath walks towards the crashed lander and searches for las clips, hellfire clips, food, supplies, grenades, etc. He also looks for an auspex, map, or other navigation tool.\n\nSummary of loot:\n\nLas clips\nFood\nGeneral Supplies\nHellfire clips (if any)\nGrenades (if any)\nAuspex, map, or other navigation tools (if any)" }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Tauride holds out his weapon and points it out in the opposite direction from Zavrath. The smoke and darkness flitter confusing his judgment but he keeps looking anyway.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20-1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "Zavrath takes a swig of the wolf's breath that is being passed around.\n\n \"Ugh! Who backwashed\" he says spitting out a mouthful.\n \nI should probably start keeping watch again. \n \n Spoiler \n\nHide: 15\nSpot: 22\n " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": " I'll keep watch too. We'd be in trouble if those greenskins were able to sneak up on us. \n \n Spoiler \nHide 1d20+5 (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \nSpot 1d20+1 (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " \"Ok, I'll take the south side, you look north. Don't worry about the orks sneaking up on us, they are 8 feet tall and have dark green skin, how hard can they be to spot?\" \n\nZavrath loads his long-las with a regular las-clip. He then holds his pendant and whispers to himself \"Fightign for you, fighting for you...\" " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": " I know what you mean, Zavrath. I was sayin' that if they could sneak up on us, we'd be the laughingstock of the segmentum. \n\nJarrak too loads and positions his sniper rifle, watching for enemy forces to the north." }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "A cough sounds, and Jilikian rolls face down. Dry heaving and coughing loud, harsh, barks, she hacks as her comarades watch her worriedly. After a full minute and a half, she spits a glob of nearly solid vomit onto the ground, watching it steam in the cold.\n Damn orcs nearly got me... thank the Emporer... \nShe then rises to her knee.\n Well, I'm alive. And I got my lasgun. What else does the Emporer need? I might make consiousness if I try hard. \nShe comes up smiling, as though her heart wasn't stopped for a few beats after that massive crash. She pulls her lasgun to her hip, the wind blowing lightly through her dirty, silver hair.\n What'd I miss? " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Oh nothing much other than the standard corpse stripping, casualty checks and field burials. We pulled all the gear we could find, ask the sergeant what you can have and what he wants you to do.\" R'nshai moves off between Jarrak and Zavrath and hunkers down into the snow, lasgun at the ready and set to full power, keeping his eyes out for orks.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20-1)[ 4 ] hide (1d20)[ 7 ] spot\n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": " \"Even though we might be safe for now, we can't let our guard down. Is there any way out of here?\" He raises his rocket launcher to his shoulder, checking to see that it is indeed loaded. He then looks around.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Spot\n (1d20+2)[ 12 ] Listen\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "As the roaring of the fire and the ringing in your ears subside, you have time to take in the surroundings. The city, that of it you can see, at any rate, is a mishmash of towering plascrete spires and ramshackle sheet metal dwellings clinging around their bases like a bad rash. The surfaces of the standing spires are soot-scorched and battle-damaged, and several of them have fallen, leaving stumps like broken teeth reaching into the sky. It is one of these you crashed into, and your ruined craft is lying not a hundred yards from its base, pluming thick promethium smoke clouds.\n\nAs the squad settles into guard positions, an eerie high pitched cackling fills the air, inhuman screeches and yelps echoing through the narrow and filthy streets. As soon as this registers, the first of the little greenskins comes into view.\n\n \"Grots! Keep steady, lads! Wait until they're in plain sight!\" Bellows the sergeant, readying his lasgun as he kneels up against a nearby ruined wall.\n\nThe grots get closer and closer, brandishing their crude guns and blades, peppering the ruins with lead shot. It seems like there are numberless hordes, but since the only access to the crash site is via two narrow roads, this is an illusion. There can't be more than twenty of the little devils rushing inwards." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis finishes securing his backpack and goes to take the free end of Jillikan's stretcher, just before she wakes up. Not long after setting the stretcher back down, he hears the sound of the incoming grot and unslings his lasgun. He ducks behind the nearest pile of rubble, and double checks that his lasgun holds a functional power cell. He lines up his iron sights on the densest clump of advancing grots as he waits for the order to fire.\n\nTo speed up the game I'm making my rolls in advance. If the sergeant orders us to open fire, Jurgis shoots a three round burst at the grots he has in his sights.\n \n Spoiler \n\nTo hit 1: 6+5+(point blank shot) = 11 or 12 if within 30'\nTo hit 2: 17+3+(point blank shot) = 20 or 21 if within 30'\nTo hit 3: 5+1+(point blank shot) = 6 or 7 if within 30'\n\nSince I don't know their AC, i'm going to roll damage for each shot\nDam 1: 8 (9 if within 30')\nDam 2: 9 (10 if within 30')\nDam 3: 7 (8 if within 30')\n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's raises the rocket launcher. Having loaded a frag missile into it he fires it towards the center of the swarm. He then attempts to reload hastily.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] to hit\nDamage (if I hit): (5d6)[ 17 ] . Frag missile.\nDamage reduced for 5 feet: (1d6)[ 4 ] \nDamage reduced for 10 feet: (2d6)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nYour rolls are not done right, Penguinizer. Here's what they should be:\n\n(5d6) [ 16 ] - target\n(4d6) [ 10 ] - 5 feet\n(3d6) [ 7 ] - 10 feet\n(2d6) [ 8 ] - 15 feet\n(1d6) [ 2 ] - 20 feet\n \n\n \"OPEN FIRE!\" The sergeant yells as the grots close in, and Jurgis's quick reflexes blast two grots to the ground, one with a hole through its skull, the other with a gaping wound in its chest. His third shot hums past another as his first targets drop.\n\nM'gn's rocket roars down the street, annihilating eighteen grots with a single shrapnel-filled cloud. As the red mist settles, the horde presses on, although a lot more timorously. You see that four more grots are bleeding from shrapnel wounds." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek rips the safety off his gun and fires a wide shot at one of the bleeding Grots, drawing his knife as he misses.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n (1d6)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Tauride, resisting the urge to go out and take the things on himself, pumps the gun into full -auto and hammers down the trigger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI just wanted to get the full auto rules downpat while it was only grots. So feel free to correct.\n\nTo hit: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n (1d20)[ 16 ] \n (1d20-2)[ 10 ] \n (1d20-4)[ 3 ] \n (1d20-6)[ 14 ] \n\nRe-roll: (1d20)[ 13 ] Mod to fit space\n\nDamage: (2d6)[ 3 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] \n (2d6)[ 6 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "If there is a slaver Zavrath will look for him and shoot with his sniper.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot (for Slaver)= 20\nAttack roll (slaver)=26(36) Crit!\nCrit conform (if needed)=20.\nDamage (assuming assuming crit)= 60\nOtherwise Damage= 15\n \n\n\nIf there is no slaver Zavrath will not waste precious sniper ammo on grotz, instead eh will be M'g'n's loader.\n\nOOC: wow, rolls from heaven." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "As soon as he hears the order to fire R'nshai jumps up from the snow. With practiced ease he draws the thin flamer and belches a gout of flame into the grot advance.\n \n Spoiler \nstop me if i'm not doing this right (1d20+4)[ 13 ] and damage if i hit (2d4)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nVerrukt, you're fine for the weapon stuff.\nViginti_tres, the full auto mode only fires 3 shots, not four. Sorry if you misunderstood. Otherwise everything's good.\nShades of grey, it will take you a move action to get to M'gn's, so you'll be there to help next turn. There's no slaver visible, and you see that these are wild and poorly armed, even by the descriptions you've had of grots.\n \n\n\nTauride's first shot finishes one of the wounded grots, the lasbolt hitting it in the shoulder and spinning it off its feet in a puff of dark smoke. His second flashes into an oncoming greenskin, boiling its internal organs as its metal armour acts as a superconductor for the heat.\n\nThe lance of burning promethium from the flamer lights up the street, and ignites four grots, which burn with an oily black smoke and horrible, cracking screams as they run around wildly, trying desperately to put themselves out." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis grins as his targets fall. \"Burn and flee, Greenskinned mongrels!\" he shouts above the din of battle as he readies his lasgun for another salvo. (I know I'll have to wait until everyone's had their turn, but I might not be able to post for a while, so I'm putting my next round in now and it can \"happen\" at the appropriate time - also, what's the tactical situation like - how close are the nearest survivors.)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf any grots are attacking Jurgis, he screams at them, swinging his lasgun stock at one with his left hand, while he fumbles for his knife with his right.\n\nLasgun (improvised club): 17+2-4(improvised weapon)-4(off hand, working on the difference between main and off hand to get off-hand modifier when not attacking with main hand) = 11\nDamage: (assuming d6): 1+1 = 2\n\nIf you rule that I can't go for the knife when swinging the lasgun, then I just swing the lasgun two-handed. Yes, I know I could drop the gun as a free action, draw the knife as a move action, and attack as a standard action - but Jurgis is a kid in his first combat. He's going to make sub-optimal moves.\n\nIf there are still grots incoming and he isn't in melee, Jurgis fires another salvo.\n\nto hit 1: 12+5(+1?) =17 or 18 if in 30'\nto hit 2: 6+3(+1?) = 9 or 10 if in 30'\nto hit 3: 17+1(+1?) = 18 or 19 if in 30'\n\ndam 1: 4 or 5 if in 30'\ndam 2: 8 or 9 if in 30'\ndam 3: 2 or 3 if in 30'\n\nIf the other guys clear out the grots before my turn comes around, I'll just have to respond in my post.\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek moves forward, interposing himself between his comrades and any remaining Grots, taking a shot at them as he does so.\n\n (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n (1d6)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " \"Need any help with that?\" \n\nZavrath helps M'g'n load his missile launcher.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIn the missile launcher description it says that if you have a person helping you, it counts as a move action. Can I make an attack with my laspistol?\n\nIf yes:\n\nattk:14\ndmg: 6\n " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": "Jarrak spits out his lho stick and begins to open fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTo Hit 1 (1d20+5) (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \nTo Hit 2 (1d20+5-2) (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nTo Hit 2 (1d20+5-4) (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \nDamage 1 (2d6) (2d6)[ 7 ] \nDamage 2 (2d6) (2d6)[ 8 ] \nDamage 3 (2d6) (2d6)[ 4 ] \nAlso, are the sniper rifle users considered settled and aimed, since we have been acting as sentries? I assumed yes, but just subtract 3 to my hit rolls if I am incorrect.\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai hardly reacts to the wash from his weapon. He champs down harder on his iho and slings the flamer to a new arc. Snows boils and hisses at the next blast and heat distorts the air. He roars over the blaze, an animal howl, the combat adrenaline is pumping hard, muscles in his neck and shoulders stand out stark and glistening.\n \n Spoiler \n hit (1d20+2)[ 12 ] damage [role]2d4[/role]\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \n Spoiler \n sorry, screwed damage up (2d4)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jilikian shakes off the last of the dizziness as she heft her lasgun to her shoulder. Seeing the mass of grotz, she laughs.\n It's great how they all come at once like that. Makes this so much easier. \nShe fires her lasgun, full-auto, into the oncoming mass.\n Better get some grenades ready for the bigger ones, though. They may stink the same, but they are more stubborn. \n \n Spoiler \n Will post rolls when I know how do fire full-auto 😳\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken fires another shot into the mass:\n\n (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n (1d6)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Tauride readies his second weapon and stares out to asses the incoming horde, he then makes his next move.\n\nHe steadies his rifle and lets of another round of full-auto, none of these things are worth aiming for.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo Hit: (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n (1d20)[ 13 ] \n (1d20-2)[ 2 ] \n\nDamage: (2d6)[ 12 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] \n (2d6)[ 5 ] \n\n\nP.S. I am hoping i didn't just say Tauride will ass the grotz but i really don't know how to spell asses. Hopefully Laz gets my meaning, otherwise it could get a little weird.\n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " \"Damn Grotz!\" \n\nZavrath pulls the pin off his frag Grenade.\n\n \"For The Emperor!\" \n\nZavrath throws his frag into the center off the mass of grotz.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll= 12\nDamage=11\nDamage=7\nDamage=7\nDamage=2\n \n\n That's for the folks back home! \n\nSince reloading is a move action. I'm still helping M'g'n load his missile launcher." }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Here's my full-auto attack. (1d20+5)[ 10 ] , (1d20+3)[ 10 ] , and (1d20+1)[ 16 ] , with (2d6)[ 7 ] (2d6)[ 6 ] and (2d6)[ 5 ] for damage, +1 to all rolls if they are within 30 feet.\n " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": "Jarrak fires once more into the horde of grot, swearing under his breath as he attempts to thin the horde.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst Shot (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \nSecond Shot (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nThird Shot (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \nFirst Damage (2d6)[ 11 ] \nSecond Damage (2d6)[ 5 ] \nThird Damage (2d6)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's shouts to Zavrath \"No need to help me. The Emperor shall guide us all.\" \n\nHe then fires into the mass, sending a small plume of smoke as the frag missile explodes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] Attack roll\nDamage: As I did it wrong another post.\nI think that's how the rolls work.\n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSince I did the first damage rolls wrong. Re-doing them correctly.\n (5d6)[ 24 ] \n5ft: (4d6)[ 10 ] \n10ft: (3d6)[ 6 ] \n15ft: (2d6)[ 10 ] \n20ft: (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOkay, I'm not gonna list all the hits and so on, as the grots got butchered in a couple of rounds, so it's overkill to put it all in a post.\n \n\n\nThe well-ordered and rapid response from the alert Guardsmen means that the horrendous charge of the grots turned the streets into a charnel house. Chunks of green flesh are stuck to walls and the road runs green with blood and pulped grot. The massive explosions from the missiles and the grenade have given most of the squad members a greenskin-mush bath, and the splattered flesh and bone sticks to uniforms and skin alike, staining everything green. A swathe of fire blocks one of the roads for the moment, the promethium fuel from the flamer erecting a barrier and filling the air with the stench of scorching grot. Every last assailant has been killed, and with no losses.\n\nOr so you thought. The sergeant is slumped at his position, his flack jacked shredded and bloodstained, a last lho-stick in his mouth slowly burning down to the filter, lit but unsmoked. He is an eerie sight, for his eyes are only half-closed, and it looks as though he is relaxing on the rubble, having a smoke, lasgun resting across his knees." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken's shoulders sag, his initial elation lost. \"D...it...all...to...H!!!\" He crys out the last word in helplessness." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis jumps to his feet, pumping a fist in the air. \" Ha! We showed them! Mangy greenskins! Taste righteous...\" He stops, realising his comrades are not joining his celebrations and turns to look. \"Emperor's tears! - Sarge?!\" \n \n Spoiler \n I've not used the board's rolls before - let's give them a try...\n[roll]1d20+3[/roll]\n[roll0]\n[roll0]1d20+3[/roll0]\n[roll=testRoll]1d20+3[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "Zavrath tries to wipe off most of the Greenskin Blood off him. Looking at the corpse of his sergeant, Zavrath throws down his helmet and long-las on the ground. He then starts a bout of mumbled curses.\n\n \"Bloody-\" \n\nHe then pauses and looks at his comrades.\n\n \"Now what do we do? Our leader is dead, we have no vox-caster, and we're stuck in the middle of nowhere with F** Greenskins all around. We have no clue where to go. If we don't starve to death, we will die by the hands of those F** Greenskins \n\nZavrath then holds his pendant. He whispers to himself \"I tried to fight for you, and I failed. \n\nZavrath thens sits down, a frozen tear stuck to the side of his face." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai turns from the blaze in time to see everyone else notice the Sergeant. \"Oh Sacred Emporer...\" He wades through the charnel to the body and kneels. \"Ave Imperator, Ave Terra Sanctis, Ave Omnissiah, Ave Imperator\" He intones as he pulls the sergeants eyes closed for the last time. Then he begins rifling through the sergeants pockets, unfased by the others stares.\n \n Spoiler \n search (1d20)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken crushes the frozen tears on his face. \"Alright, let's look at the big picture here. We have a few grenades, a variety of special weapons troopers, and a medic. We're trapped in enemy territory without any means of contacting the outside. It seems to me that we should start moving. Our best bet is to try to follow our predecessors, and maybe find a vox-caster with which we can contact the outside. Any objections?\" " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " \" You're right, It's what Sarge would have done anyway. We still need a temporary leader.\" \n\nWith that Zavrath stands up, tucks his pendant under his shirt, picks up his long-las, puts his helmet on, and wipes the rest of the blood off his body.\n\n \" Let's see if there is anything usable on these grotz, we also need to bury Sarge. \n\nZavrath looks at R'nshai.\n\n \"What are you doing? Don't loot him!\" " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Tauride grunts and slowly stands up. He walks towards the body of the sergeant slowly.\n\n \"That will do R'nshai.\" He said calmly as he placed his hand on the soldiers back and pulled him off there newly deceased leader.\n\n \"This ground is too hard, we could be here for hours. Back home it was an ancient tradition to burn the body of a fallen warrior with his ship and the lander still burns strongly. At least then they wont get there filthy green hands on him. He said mournfully as he walked out towards the feral grots.\n\nThere clothes were tattered and there bodies scarred long before they ever came across us. Tauride thought maybe they were simply running from other forces, just scared. He almost felt sorry for the pathetic things, then he thought of the sergeant.\n\nProdding at the small corpses with his foot Tauride began to apathetically search through the field for anything of use.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis stares numbly at the body of the sergeant, motionless except for the constant tightening of his fingers on the lasgun, turning his knuckles white. After watching the others discuss the burial of the sergeant he eventually breaks his silence. \"Twenty-three.\" he croaks. \"The two other squads, the pilots and now Sarge makes twenty-three...Twenty-three in less than an hour, and not even to soldiers. To a crash and rabble.....Twenty-three\" " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai wheels on Tauride, \"I mean no disrespect, and I heartily agree that we must bury him, but our chances of survival will increase greatly if he has any intel of use to us on his person!\" he pauses, and calms down \"I'll be just a second, and then we can properly lain to rest.\" he bends down to finish his search." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"We face enough out here, so i'll not fight you. Do what you will if you must but i'll have no part of it.\" Bellowed Tauride from out in the field, walking back towards the squad.\n\n \"Zavrath i do agree with however. If we have learnt anything from this it's that we wont all agree, yet some sort of decision needs to be made. Any volunteers while we are just standing here?\" He said to the group.\n\n \"For now though, do we burn or bury?\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek looks grim. \"I don't mean disrespect to the late sergeant, but cremation is far more practical at this time. It would take to long to bury him with the ground frozen like this. R'nshai? I believe this is your area of specialization...\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " All right! All of you! \nJilikian stands up. Wiping some grot guts from her eyes, she faces the disheartened squad. A scowl crosses here face.\n We're not here to hold a funeral, and we're not here to hide like a bunch of citizens waiting for the Guard to come rescue us. WE ARE THE GUARD! We are the Emporer's fist! More than that, we're Kilandrians! I don't know about you, but I've seen people die. To cold. To the wolves. To any of the hundred things our planet throws at us! Now, the Sarge was a good man. A good servant of the Emporer. So he deserves to be burned and not left to this filth. But we don't have time to wait around! We have a job to do, and as Kilandrians, we know how to do it! We're taking this city, even if we have to kill every greenskin in it! \nShe looks each of them in the eye.\n The city must have some kind of communications. I say we head in, causing as much distress for those xenos as we can, until we find some way to contact command. Then we hook up with them. We need to take this city, or the planet may fall. At worst, we die. And I think we all recognised that when we came kicking and screaming into sub zero weather. At best, we take this back for the Emporer, one step, one las shot, and one dead green skin at a time. \nPulling back the slide on her las, she waits for any of them to challenge her statement, watching them from her short height with a look of strength and duty.\n \n Spoiler \n Intimidate roll (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"Well she gets my vote.\" Tauride says with a smile.\n\nWalking towards the sergeant he asks \"What happened to the stretcher that was made for our new sergeant just after the landing?\" \n \"Hell i know its not official...\" Tauride said leaning over the deceased sergeant \"..But i doubt anyone here is going to disagree with you right after that little speech. His arm jerked upwards\n\nAs he walked towards Jilikian he presented her with the sergeants stripes. \"What do ya say?\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "She smiles, the warmth erasing the scowl as quick as it appeared.\n Only if everyone agrees. Here's to hoping the Comissar doesn't brain me for assuming lead without his approval. \nThinking, she remembers something.\n Damn, forgot. They wanted us to take the space port. Then we won't lose any more men to these hell dives. " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis bites his lip, and with an effort draws himself up to his full height. He gives a shaky salute and tries to hide the trembling in his voice as he says \"I'm with you Sergeant. All the way.\" .\n\nHe then looks down to his lasgun as he double checks the ammunition and secures the gun on his shoulder strap. As he does so, he can be heard muttering faintly under his breath \"Twenty-three\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek isn't paying attention to Jilikian's theatrics, instead keeping watch in case another wave of Grotz, or worse, comes." }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's holds his head, rocket launcher falling to the ground with a clang. He holds his head, wiping off any green blood. He curses silently to himself, he then falls to the ground in a sitting position, and starts loading a melta missile into the launcher." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai stands from the body and turns to meet the eyes of his new brevet sergeant. \"May the Emporer guide you footsteps Sir\" he says in all sincerity, and snaps off a smart salute. \"Orders, Sir?\" " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " Jill's Right. We need attack the Xenos head on. I think Jill, The Troopers, The Flamer, and The Medic should lead the attack \n\nZavrath pauses.\n\n The snipers and our Rocket Launcher should provide cover fire. \n Problem is, we don't know where in the emperor's name we are! " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"We need to get to the space port, that is the main priority. To get there however we have to find out where we are, to do that we need a map or a vox caster.\n\nIt looks like we are going to have to head into the city. hell if we take a few down before the spaceport wheres the harm.\n\nThat is of course only if you want to.\" Said Tauride looking towards Jilikian.\n\n \"So Zavrath, basically your plan is to put every bit of flesh we have between you and the enemy. Hah , you sound like a commisar\" He said with a laugh, hitting the sniper on the shoulder." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis looks up from his rifle If...if I may make a suggestion, everyone -\" he stammers, \"It doesn't matter where we go right now, so long as we put distance between ourselves and the crash. Once we've done that, I'd want to find an intact building we can climb to get a better view of the city. Trouble is, the orks would probably have taken over most of the standing buildings...\" he tails off and goes back to fidgeting with his gun." }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": " I agree with Jurgis. Jarrek drawls out. The further away from this warp-damned spot, the more likely we'll live through this. " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " I agree with Jurgis. We have maps, all we need is a reference point. If we can find out where we are, then we can find out where the spaceport is. We also need to get the h* out of here. We should try to find an important building that would have some useful things. \n\nOOC: Do we have compasses?" }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"An important building, well you know what they say. Size matters. If we head to the biggest building on the skyline we should be able to spot the port or at least find something of use.\" Said Tauride.\n\nHe then walked out of the circle of disussion and went to man the perimeter." }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": " \"I agree, we need to find somewhere to scout from.\" M'gn's lights another iho stick, tired from the days ordeals." }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil smiled. She may be thenew sarge, but they all were a help.\n You all have good points. But bigger building, more orcs. I think something thin and tall, like a skyscraper, wuld be best. Maximum vision, cloer quarters that foavrus over numbers. Fewer places for some grot wth a deathwish to hide. Either way, let's get moving. I want the flamer and two lasguns in front. I'll take one of those positions, for the other I need a volunteer. Everyone else, file in. Sniper in the center so you don't get picked off in the back with no good close range weapon. Rocket too, to cover both ends of the convoy. Any other suggestions, make em quick. Let's move. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jannek takes center so that he can quickly get to any injured, his long knife out and ready in one hand, his Medkit in the other." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " Right lets do this \n\nZavrath brandishes his Knife and Pistol \n\nI'll take somewhere near the middle.\n\n Wait, what if they have radius effects? We'll be sitting ducks, all of us getting hit right away. Should we go in two groups? Or should we try a different plan? " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"I'll help with the lead.\" Smiles Tauride brandishing his two rifles.\nHe looks down at the two bayonets as if trying to decide which one would work better. Eventually grabbing the one on the left he looked up at Zavrath \"Loose formation buddy, weren't you at the academy? He laughed." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": " \"Roger that,\" says Jurgis, hefting his lasgun, \"I'll take left rear-guard\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Gorkraj has been silent the whole discussion, moving slowly and purposefully and building himself a crutch. He pats Jilikian on the shoulder and nods. This is the most you'll usually get out of the stoic voxman. He takes up a position near the centre of the squad, laspistol in hand, and waits for orders.\n\nThe nearest skyscraper is about a kilometer away, to what seems to be the northeast.\n\nThe sergeant is carrying little of worth - a picture of him, three children and a woman, presumably his wife and kids, a small, almost-new journal with few entries, and a slightly more detailed map than the one you all carry. R'nshai, acting as chaplain, also picks up his dogtags, and adds them to the 23 others he's carrying (OOC: I'm presuming you're doing battlefield last rites, which are as follows: 1. Say prayer. 2. Remove dogtags. 3. Cremate/bury/abandon body).\n\nThe grots have little - a few creds which they probably picked up for the shine, and some automatic pistols and crude knives. There's plenty of ammo for the guns around, so they'd make a practical and memorable trophy." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai stands from the body and turns to the rest of the squad. He hefts his flamer and smirks \"Ready and willing Sir.\" he walks over to the grots and grabs an auto and a couple clips, stuffing the pistol into his waistband and the clips into a pocket. \"Let's go.\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil winks at Zavrath after Tauride answers for her. She stops and, with a quick smack of her las, dislodges a grot's pointy tooth. She puts this in her pack, smiling at the others, and then leads onwards towards the skyscraper, staying alert.\n Let's go, people. Honor and glory awaits, or atleast a hill of dead green skins! " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"Why not all three?\" Tauride smiled and took up a place on the opposite side of R'nshai.\n\nMaintaining a brisk pace at the front of the squad Tauride weaved in and out slightly as they had been taught at the academy. Never lead a predictable path, although the orks aren't known for there strategy.\n\nGazing constantly to all sides and dead ahead Tauride willed that he spot the creature before it spots him. The Emperor has forsaken this place.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (d20)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis tails behind the group, nervously swiveling left and right as he scans the doorways, alleys and windows behind them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Listen - (1d20)[ 11 ] \n\nIf Jurgis sees movement from behind, he shouts \"Ambush!\" and dives for cover at the side of the road, (Hopefully allowing the other players to react to the DMs post rather than waiting for me)\n\nOuch... that's a bad roll. I'd better mention now that Jurgis will also try to alert the squad if he hears something, and will yell loudly if hit.\n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's follows the group, he has loaded the rocket launcher with a krak missile, and has his hand ready to draw his pistol.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 17 ] Spot\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] Listen\n\nM'gn's will fire at any attackers, before moving towards cover.\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai moves ahead, the cold wind seeming a balmy breeze to his kallindrian temperament. He moves low, flamer forward but held close to his body so as not to stick out. One hand is within easy distance of his las pistol. He keeps his body low and his eyes and ears sharp, ready to flame the first greenskin he sees.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 13 ] spot (1d20)[ 13 ] listen (1d20-1)[ 0 ] move silent.\nwhat are the stats for the auto, though I'd rather not have to use it\nedit: unless anyone objects, R'nshai carries the sergeant to the lander, puts the picture in his pocket, and rolls him into the fire\n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "When Jill is out of sight Zavrath blushes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: 15\nListen: 16\nIf I see any Greenskins will fire at them with my laspistol.\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "It takes about half an hour to reach the nearby skyscraper, moving slowly and cautiously as you are. Once you get to within about a hundred yards of it, you can smell the foul stench of Ork wafting from the tower, and see some hunched, massive forms gathered around the base of the tower. Luckily, none of them see you, and you make it into the ruined shell of a building less than fifty yards from the doorway into the tower. There are at least four Orks clustered around the entrance, throwing rocks at the numerous grots and munching on partially rotted human remains." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis breathes a sigh of relief as the troop nears its destination. He comes forward to rejoin the squad, and catches sight of the orks. \" Looks like we're facing our first assault. \" he says, hunkering down in a defensive position looking back down the street for patrols." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " Orks... Zavrath whispers.\n\nZavrath loads his long-las. he scans the group for any leader.\n\n Whenever you're ready Jill. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken swears softly but violently. \"At this point in time I would recommend the use of a grenade as an opening welcome.\" " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Big...\" R'nshai mutters, crouching behind a spur of battered ferrocrete wall, \"to damn big .\" He stows the flamer's nozzle aperture an unslings his pilfered las gun. The stock clicks into place and he checks the charge, dialing the pack to full power. He shoots a look at Jil, \"Your call it Sir.\" " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"Nothings is to big. Everything dies eventually, it's more an issue of whether or not they are bigger than us.\" Tauride whispered to the group, afraid of what lies ahead.\n\n \"Use me in your plan how you will\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil slides up against a wall, peeking out to check the orcs and grotz. She breathes heavily as she thinks.\n Alright... ok. I have a plan. \nShe bends down, motioning for everyone to follow her down to a squat so she could use the dirt on the broken floor to plan. She then motions Tauride to move to the position she held and to make sure the greenskins do not advance.\n We'll fill you in in a second. \nShe the begins drawing a diagram in the dirt to show her plan.\n Someone will throw a grenade, and everyone with las rifles will start opening fire, full-auto, on the greenskins. This should throw them into a chaos, especially if we target the big ones first. Once they regroup, most of us will take cover. A few will have to keep up the fire to keep the orcs interested and provoke them to charge. That will need volunteers, as I'll not put any of you in any danger without you knowing the risk. Once the greenskins get close to the building we're in, R'nshai will pop out of cover and flame them when they're not expecting it. They should charge right into it. A few seconds of fire, no hero stuff, and then we all come out to keep firing onthe survivors. Some of us may want to change to laspistols and knives just in case some make it to us. And I want the rocket launcher ready to lay down death if more orcs come out or if something bigger and nastier pokes its ugly head out. Any questions? \nThe inexperienced Seargent looksto her men, searching for any sign of confusion or dissaproval." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " I think that me and Jarrek gesturing to the other sniper, would be better off taking down their leader fast. after that we would join up with the missile launcher. But it's up to you Jill. \n\nOOC: If there are any special weaponers, e.g. Rockkits, Burnas, and the like. I will also suggest taking them out quickly as well" }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis looks up from his gunsights \" Whatever we do,\" he says, \" I'd want to do it fast. There's no telling when another bunch might arrive. Speaking of which, can we spare anyone to watch our backs? We've got three or four guns, and one or two pistols, depending on whether Grokraj is fit to fight and how he's armed. Then we have the two snipers, the rocket and the flamer.\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "With no more objections, Jil nods.\n Alright. Small change. Grenade the orcs first. Then me and atleast three other troopers begins blasting. Then, when they charge, because they're orcs and they Will charge, flame them. Then blast again. Rocket and one sniper hold back aways to fire if any big boys come out, and anyone not blasting or waiting is covering our tails. If there are no more questions, I think it's high time we got into that tower. " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "\" Roger that, \" replies Jurgis, flicking the burst power limiter on his lasgun to the off position and creeping towards the orks' position with his head down. (Looking for some kind of cover roughly 30' from the orks. If I can't get that close, then as close as I can get without breaking cover) \" On your mark, Sergeant.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll=1d20+0]hide[/roll]\n[roll =1d20]Move Silently[/roll]\n[roll = 1d20+3]Spot[/roll]\n\n(Unfortunately, even taking my pack off won't bring me down to a light load)\n\nWhen the shooting starts Jurgis raises his head above the parapet and unleashes a volley at the nearest ork.\n\n[roll=1d20+5]Attack1[/roll]\n[roll=1d20+3]Attack2[/roll]\n[roll=1d20+1]Attack3[/roll]\n\n(Add 1 to each attack roll if within 30')\n\n[roll=3d6]Dmg1[/roll]\n[roll=3d6]Dmg2[/roll]\n[roll=3d6]Dmg3[/roll]\n\n(Add 1 to each damage roll if within 30')\n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Darn. I messed up the rolls. Here we go again.\n \n Spoiler \n\n hide - (1d20+0)[ 19 ] \n[roll =Move Silently]1d20[/roll]\n[roll = Spot]1d20+3[/roll]\n\n Attack1 - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n[roll=Attack3][1d20+1/roll]\n\n(Add 1 to each attack roll if within 30')\n\n Dmg1 - (3d6)[ 10 ] \n Dmg2 - (3d6)[ 10 ] \n Dmg3 - (3d6)[ 9 ] \n\n(Add 1 to each damage roll if within 30')\n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "And again....I've only got 3 to redo this time\n \n Spoiler \n\n MoveSilently - (1d20)[ 5 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n Attack3 - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's nods to acknowledge the plan. He then draws his las-pistol. And places it within reach. He then takes several deep breaths, and aims his rocket launcher at the door to the building.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIniative: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nReady an action to fire at the door when someone comes out.\n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Thanks, I forgot to roll for initiative. here goes....\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken holds his Knife and Medkit, staying with the body of the group:\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative:\n (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "I'll stick with M'g'n.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative=14\nHide=9\n\nIf I miss when the fight starts, I will fire at the one that looks like it is the leader or has a special weapon (if any)\n\nattack:18\ndamage:11\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "I'll head up to near Jurgis and get ready to barrage with my las gun, quick drawing the flamer as soon as I get range.\n\n \n Spoiler \n hide (1d20)[ 5 ] move silent (1d20-1)[ 8 ] Lasgun shots (1d20+3)[ 7 ] , (1d20+1)[ 5 ] , (1d20-3)[ 4 ] and damage (3d6)[ 13 ] , (3d6)[ 10 ] , (3d6)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "With a grunt Tauride readies his weapon.Although he is not fully versed in the plan he gets the gist of it; shoot , kill, survive.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n\nI will add more rolls soon.\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Jurgis and R'nshai start moving from the ruined building towards a wrecked, tumbled wall nearer the Orks. All seems to be going well, until R'nshai slips and sends a rock skittering across the ground. Sprinting into the cover of the wall, the two men dive for safety as the air around them fills with hot lead. Their bodies hit the wall hard, breath hushing from their lungs as they ready their weapons. Jurgis blasts off a burst of fire, boring a hole through the shoulder of one of the Orks, which just seems to enrage it.\n\n \"'Umies! C'mon ladz, WAAAARGH!\" Bellows the biggest Ork, his massive autogun racketing in one meaty fist while a cruel cleaver swipes the air in his other as he charges towards the two troopers.\n\nA hissing whine sounds as Zavrath's shot finds its mark, a bright red bar passing through the chest of the lead Ork. It barely slows as it is hit, so intent is it on reaching the two front men. Almost within hand-to-hand range, its friends close behind it, it thunders forwards, dropping its gun and ripping a deadly looking sword free from its belt. Angry grots swarm forwards too, their courage bolstered by the big Orks, driving the normally cowardly things onwards with a disturbing energy that was not present in the first greenskins you fought.\n\nR'nshai's inexperience with a lasgun shows as his burst fans wide and smacks into buildings and sky, but no enemies. Dropping the gun, he grabs his flamer and readies to cook some greenskins.\n\nGorkraj is lying in position at the building, lasgun balanced neatly on the windowsill of the ground floor wall. A short triple-shot and two grots hit the dirt, bodies contorted." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "((OOC: What's happening here in terms of initiative order - was that the surprise round, or have some of the parties used their normal round?))" }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "OOC: That was \"surprise round\" - the Orks charging and the initial responses (Jurgis, R'nshai, Gorkraj and Zavroth) as no other people had posted specific actions - I'm waiting for a response from M'g'n's, Jakken's, Jill's and Tauride's players before my next post. I'm hoping they're gonna attack or something. Might help save R'nshai's and Jurgis's skins." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken swears violently and charges forward to assist his allies, brandishing his knife:\n\n \n Spoiler \nbolster the line, and ready action to attack the first Ork that tries to close with him.\n " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " son of a, well Ork! \n\nZavrath Fires his long-las once more on the wounded ork.\n\n \n Spoiler \nattack:16\nDamage:11\n \n\n\nAfter firing I will relocate before they notice what happened.\n\n \n Spoiler \nmove silently (if needed) 12\nHide: 14\n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Damn it! \nJill pops out from cover to fire into the lead mass of orcs, trying frantically to keep the wave from hitting her exposed men. She flicks her rifle onto full power, meaning to put them down with a predjudice.\n Someone huck a grenade! We'll blast these beasts out of this world and into green goo! \n \n Spoiler \nFiring, at the commander if alive and if not at the orcs closest to the exposed men. Full power. Attack one (1d20+6)[ 18 ] Damage (3d6+1)[ 7 ] Attack two (1d20+4)[ 20 ] Damage (3d6+1)[ 9 ] Attack Three (1d20+2)[ 4 ] Damage (3d6+1)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Bursting forth Towards the oncoming wave of green Tauride levels his rifle and releases a round of full-auto.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo hit: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n (1d20)[ 3 ] \n (1d20-2)[ 1 ] \n\nDamage: (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (2d6)[ 4 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nDrawing his second weapon then running towards the two isolated men tauride ready's himself for combat with the aliens." }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's looks at the wave with surprise. He then calms down, peering towards the door of the ork building, waiting for anyone to come through.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWait for enemy to come through said door, then shoot at said door.\n " }, { "author": "GrandDukeJerot", "message": "Jarrak steadies his sniper rifle, waiting for an opportune shot." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis trains his lasgun on the lead ork, finger clamped on the trigger like a vice. \" Grenades! \" he screams, \" Who's got the fragging grenades? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack1 - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n Attack3 - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n dmg1 - (3d6+1)[ 10 ] \n dmg2 - (3d6+1)[ 15 ] \n dmg3 - (3d6+1)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nWoohoo!\n Attack2CritConfirm - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Warp this!\" R'nshai shouts, whipping his flamer up and around to his hip, punctuating his yell with a blast of promethium.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 18 ] damage (2d4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "The lead Ork is in midair when Jill's two shots spin it round and dump it, unbreathing, at Jurgis's feet. As the other three Orks come in, Jurgis's frenzied shots blast straight through the heart of one, and both lungs of another, killing both of them almost instantaneously.\n\nThe Ork left alive leaps the barrier, landing next to Jurgis, and smacks him, hard, with the crude hammer it is wielding, knocking him off his feet and landing him on his back (8 damage with DR taken into account). It turns to R'nshai, piggy red eyes gleaming maliciously, and looks right into the barrel of a flamer.\n\nR'nshai's flamer blast engulfs the Ork and toasts half a dozen grots. The Ork bellows in pain and begins running around, trying in vain to put itself out as the unquenchable flames begin burning their inexorable way towards its internal organs.\n\nZavrath sighs and sends a bolt into the Ork, dropping it to its knees, still frantically trying to extinguish the blaze.\n\nTauride's one shot that hits slams a grot from its feet. Both he and Jakken arrive at the wall in time to see the wave of grots approaching in a slinking, cowardly manner. They don't seem so tough now that their bosses are dead, and look like you could send them packing with a gentle breeze." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken jumps the wall and charges the Grots, slicing his knife at them:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n (1d4+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis struggles to get back up on his hands and knees, cursing loudly and spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He crawls painfully back from the front line and sets up a firing position behind a chunk of masonry." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Charging against the Grotz Tauride held his two rifles aloft before lowering them as he approached, slicing at the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo Hit: (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n Damage: (1d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai douses the grots with another belch from his flamer, not really paying attention to them, his eyes are on Jurgis. \"Medic, we need a Medic!\" he yells frantically.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 21 ] damage (2d4)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "The frenzied charges of Jakken and Tauride scare the grots a little, but only drop one of the little devils. R'nshai, on the other hand, blasts at least ten of them away into piles of flaming slag. This, understandably, sends the few remaining grots fleeing.\n\n(If you want, you can try to pick off the survivors for the next few turns)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken dashes off from knifing grots to help Jurgis:\n\n (1d20+14)[ 25 ] " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil flcks her power back, sighing as adrenaline, so intense and racing just seconds before, befgins to fade as she keeps firing at the remaining greenskins almost casually, knowing they've won one more skirmish in a longer war.\n \n Spoiler \n Auto-firing at normal power. (1d20+5)[ 22 ] Damage (2d6)[ 8 ] Again (1d20+3)[ 16 ] Damage (2d6)[ 7 ] Again (1d20+1)[ 13 ] Damage (2d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis sits sits with his back against the masonry, sliding his body down to bring his head out of the line of fire. \" Thanks Jakken, he says. \" Safe to loosen armour? Hammer caught me right here. \" he indicates a point in the middle of his chest." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken sits next to him and nods. \"Go ahead. I've dealt with anything that can cause you to start bleeding again.\" " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis nods and starts to unbuckle his flak vest, grimacing as it moves against his injured chest." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Oh God...\" R'nshai slides in next to Jurgis and Jakken. He looks at Jurgis as he gingerly removes his armor and the to Jakken, concern in his eyes. \"It's my fault, last time I try to be sneaky, He'll be okay?\" His flamer hangs by it's hoses limply at his side." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken nods. \"He'll be fine, assuming that tumor I found doesn't develop...\" He jokes weakly." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis forces a grin as he looks up \" My first war wound.\" he says, \" Something to be proud of. Pity it's blunt trauma. I wanted a scar to show my grandchildren. \"" }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "As soon as the last of the grotz have been either killed or scared off, Jil rushes over to Jurgis.\n You're alright, aren't you? She bites her lip as the armor is peeled back to show nothing more than a large bruise.\n Alright then. We need to get you back on your feet then. Our first priority is to sweep that sky scraper as well as we can. Can't have any nasty surprises killing us. Then we need to get our bearings, see where the objective is, and then head there. \nJil looks over her squad. Although only one is wounded, they are all feeling the strain of battle.\n And somewhere in there we're probably going to have to sleep. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Oh, that'll leave a scar, Jurgis. See here and here? Those marks will never go away.\" Jakken turns to Jil. \"We should sleep in the 'scraper itself. It provides chokeholds where we could hold off Orks and gives us a good vantage point of the surrounding city.\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Jill's measured shots drop three more grots, and those remaining run yet faster, something you hadn't thought possible.\n\nJurgis's wound is painful, but not too serious - several ribs are cracked, and he's going to have a lovely bruise, but otherwise he'll be fine. He may find breathing rather painful for the next few days, however. If he hadn't been wearing his armour, that hammer would have pulped him where he stood, so there's something to thank the Emperor for.\n\nNo-one (and nothing) has emerged from the tower, and the surrounding area seems eerily quiet. The ruins you are currently in are silent save for the occasional creak of settling stone, the sound of your breathing, and the clinking of cooling plascrete and molten grot.\n\nNow that the more mobile scenery is out of the way, you can see that the tower is daubed with numerous Ork runes and images, in what seems to be a mixture of blood and mud (at least, you hope it's mud). To the left of the entrance is a pile of rotting, dismembered corpses, dressed in the drab greys you know are worn by the citizens of the city. It looks like the Orks killed everyone in the skyscraper, and then dragged the bottom few floors worth out to eat at leisure." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "\" That's a stroke of luck,\" replies Jurgis, \" I thought I was going to have to pick a knife fight with one of these cleaver-wielders to get my cool scars.\" He waits until Jakken gives him the all clear, and then re-attaches his armour, grunting with pain as he tightens the straps.\n\n\" What's the plan now?\" he asks, \" We'd best get moving before more orks come, but first I want to see if these have any grenades. Permission to search? \n \n Spoiler \n\n search - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n(OOC: Have we had any briefings on ork equipment, such as how to prime a stikkbomb?)\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "(OOC: Stikkbombs, being merely a basic variation of the fragmentation grenade, will be simple to use for any trained guardsman. The only grenades that I'd require a roll to work out or not let you use at all would be Eldar, Tau, Necron or Tyranid grenade analogues)" }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Permission granted. Pick up anything we can use, but be quick about it. The faster we set up in that sky scraper, the faster we can get some rest. \nJil waits till all her men are prepared, her breaths more stable and deep as she realizes hat she could get used to war." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken clips his Medkit to his belt and searches the Ork and Grot bodies, his knife out in case some of them aren't dead yet:\n\n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai leaves the others to their search and meanders over to the macabre mound of limbs. He looks into the unfeeling faces and glassed eyes, and turns back to the group, opens his mouth to speak, but reconsiders. He looks back again and then strides over to Jillikian. \"Sir... eh, I'd like to lay those men and women to rest, but we don't have nearly enough time to bury them and the smell and smoke of a pyre would hardly be helpful. What would you have me do?\" " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"If we ready the fire now, but only start it when we leave it may actually work to our favor tactically as well as morally. Anything that might prevent any more loss would be welcomed, and I'm sure these people will be glad to help us avenge them. \" Said Tauride to R'nshai\n\n \"Sarge, I'm ready to lead the entry if you need me to. While the men need rest, any time spent stationary is dangerous, This filth here found out first hand, so let not stay to long. \" He said glancing around at the remnants of the building. Carefully fingering the bayonet, testing its edge before grabbing his second. Ready for what was to come." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "There are a number of guns, mostly autoguns and autopistols, and a few lasguns and laspistols, some clips, some automatic ammunition, 4 frag grenades, one big hammer (which Jurgis is intimately familiar with) and a number of other hand weapons.\n\nR'nshai sees that if he uses a tank of promethium, he can douse the bodies and then ignite the pyre with his pilot light, which would cremate the poor souls successfully. However, it would be unwise to do this before entering the skyscraper." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai sets to prepping the pyre. Leaving the soaked pile as it lies for now, he walks back to take his place in the entry team." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis takes the hammer and a couple of grenades. If he has time before the squad moves on, he knocks a tooth from the mouth of each of the two orks he has killed and puts them in his pocket.\n\nOnce done, he shoulders his pack and says \" I'm ready to move, and I'd rather not spend too long looking at these poor souls. \"" }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Yes. Lets get going. If your taking anything, get to it quick, cause in two minutes we head into the sky scraper. When we are all in you can burn the bodies, R'nshai, but be quick about it. If we're unlucky it will bring Xenos on us like flies. If we are lucky, that sky scraper will be empty of everything except good Kilandrian vodka and a vox station. I'd be happy with something in between. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken picks up an Autogun and a few clips before going back with the rest of the group.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI have a few out of character questions. First, what are the stats on an Autogun? Also, who's carrying the Grenades and how many do we have?\n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": " \"Emperor bless those poor souls. After we contact from the tower, what will we do. We might not even get help.\" M'gn's eases his grip on the rocket launcher. Hanging it on his back, along with the rockets. He then draws his laspistol, seeing as a rocket would be detrimental inside a building." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"The least we can do is be useful to the Emperor, even if we do as little as relay intel to our comrades, we will be preforming a service in His name.\" R'nshai stares up at the building, hoping to find purpose at it's summit.\n \n Spoiler \n diplomacy (1d20+3)[ 15 ] attempting to reassure everyone\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOkay, some quick stats:\nAutogun. Damage 1D8, Crit x2, Weight 8lbs, Size Medium, Range 80ft\nAutopistol. Damage 1D4, Crit x3, Weight 3lbs, Size Small, Range 20ft\nHammer. Damage 2D6 + Str, Crit x2, Weight 15lbs, Size Large\n\nJurgis has, I presume, the 4 grenades he found. There are 6 other grenades in the squad, which I reccommend you share between the Troopers, Inspirer and Medic, 'cos the Flamer and Rocketman should be too busy to use one.\n\nAs a small note: Grenades can be used to make very good tripwire traps. As part of basic Guardsman training, you are taught how to use grenades and detpacks to create booby traps. Just say if you want to make a trap, and tell me where you've put it, no rolls necessary (And you can do clever stuff, like hide one tripwire right next to the dummy wire, so they might see the first one but not the real one). [sarcasm]And no, I wouldn't advise you to use this ability. At all. No DM recommendations in this game, nosiree.[/sarcasm]\n\nIn all seriousness, however, a trap may or may not be a good idea. Usually you'd want one on any entrance which may be compromising. I'm not going to start using traps against you guys until you start facing Chaos and such, but that doesn't mean you have to play fair.\n \n\n\n(Assuming you want to enter the 'scraper)\n\nAs you approach the skyscraper, you get a true sense of how massive it really is. Looking up, you see that it stretches hundreds of metres into the air above your heads. It dwarfs even the largest Bisoxen, and its cold grey exterior, scarred and pitted though it may be, still radiates a sense of majesty. It took an enormous amount of effort to construct this building, and you can practically feel that emanating from it like a slow mist. However, now is not the time for poetic descriptions. And, of course, the vile stench of rotting bodies, Ork, dung, and must are overwhelming at the dim entrance to the building.\n\nAs you enter, you see that the corridor ahead is also covered with the grim and violent blood-runes which were scrawled on the exterior. There are four doorways in this corridor, two on each side of the hall, and the end of the passage goes up in a set of stairs, into the gloomy depths of the skyscraper.\n\nEach doorway has been violently smashed in, and blood is spattered liberally across the entire area, with a thick, still sticky, trail on the floor, leading from the end of the hall to the entrance. This is presumably from the corpses that were dragged outside. There are three dead grots here - all of them look to have been smashed to death, probably from a burst of Ork violence. The stink of Ork grows even stronger as you enter the building, threatening to overwhelm your suffering noses.\n\nThe lighting is, surprisingly, still (barely) functional, allowing you to see, but only just, in the grim charnel house of the ground floor." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm going to assume Jakken has two of the grenades, unless anyone has other ideas...\n \n\n\nJakken, pistol drawn, looks around intently, his keen ears alert for the smallest sign of danger. He kneels down on the floor, his fingers tracing the ground slowly.\n\nListen: (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \n\nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n\nTrack: (1d20+9)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis follows the rest of the squad into the tower. \" Let's look for a plaque,\" he says. \"If we're lucky, this might be a government building or something that'll be on our maps.\" . After a few steps he drops the hammer. \" This thing is really weighing me down. Survival kit has to take precedence over souveniers.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "After a few seconds of consideration, Jakken walks over and picks up the hammer. \"Fine, if you don't want it, I'll take it,\" he says, hefting the hammer across his shoulder after sticking his Lasgun back in its holster. \"I'd rather not get into a knife fight with one of these Orks.\" " }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " What th'ell are you doin' you daft? None of us can use tha' 'ammer, it's jus' weighin' us down! \n\nI stay at the back of the group, watching if anyone is following us.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot=16\nListen=11\n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "whoopsie. Forgot to do my rolls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n listen - (1d20)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "M'gn's looks around intently, he holds his laspistol in a ready position. Raised at about shoulder height.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Jakken can see that the tracks in the blood, though all trodden over at least once, belong to more than four Orks (and more than grots, too).\n\nA good look around and a careful listen turn up nothing for any of you. Not inside the building, at least. Outside, far, far outside, the sound of heavy cannonfire and the scream of surface-to-air, lander-destroying missiles begins to start up. You realise that this is probably the second wave coming in, although they are landing on the opposite side of the city to your designated drop zone.\n\nA quick glance reveals the plaque - a massive, ornate brass thing, wrought into a twisted form, and now even more twisted from the Ork vandalism. It is scratched, smeared, and written on, although the writing is still legible. It reads:\n\n \n HJALSANIR ADEPTUS ADMINISTRATUM\nADEPT HABITATION SKYSCRAPER XI \n\nYou realise that this may well be marked on the sergeant's map, and that, from this, you should be able to find where you are. However, it is not to be. Although skyscrapers are marked on the map, and, indeed, the \"Adeptus Administratum Habitation Skyscraper\" label appears, there are no numbers. And the city is perfectly symmetrical. However, using your compasses, you work you are somewhere in the south east quadrant of the city, and that the spaceport is somewhere to the north west. To find it would take days unless you got a better vantage point - if you couldn't see the landing spires from where you were, you know you wouldn't be able to find it, and guess what? There were no landing spires to be seen. This could be because they were obscured, or it could be they are damaged or destroyed. Either way, it means one thing: You need to see the city from high up, then you can make your way to wherever you want with that map reference. Of course, the same thing counts a hundred times over for the vital facilities - although marked on the map, they are mostly low buildings (save the shield generators, but they are on the walls, and you really don't want to be on the walls at the moment).\n\nYou all also notice that there is a PDF armoury in your quadrant - if you make a short detour once you've found where you are, you can probably have somewhere safe to hole up for the night, and also somewhere to get some arms." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "((OOC: Am I correct in understanding that we're still on the ground floor, and that this is the tallest building we can easily reach?))\n\nJurgis cranes his neck to see the map \" What other landmarks could we look for from the top? \" he says, with some painful effort, \" Temples? Comms-masts? \". He steps back and looks around for stairs, switching out his almost depleted power cell for a fresh one as he does so." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken nods. \"Good, we finally know where we are.\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "OOC: This is indeed the ground floor, and this is indeed the nearest building within easy reach.\n\nIC: From the map, you can see that, so long as you get up high enough, you should be able to triangulate your location from the spaceport, your compass, and any other skyscraper." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Right then, up we go?\" R'nshai looks to Jil for confirmation. He holds his flamer low but ready to fire.\n\n(ooc: dear god that's a nice avy laszarus)" }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Up indeed. But stay frosty people- no pun intended. There are more green skins in this building, or I'm a grot myself. \nJil Moves towards the stairs. She readies her weapon, keeping it aimed in front of her.\n I need one person to take the lead with me. Heavy weapons away people- we don't want his place comi down around us. Las it up. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken hefts the hammer and follows next to Jill." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis nods his assent, and attaches his combat knife to the bayonet lug on his lasgun as he turns to cover the door by which the squad entered." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": " Should I use my sniper or las'? " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "Moving quickly and efficiently, always on the alert, the squad ascend the next 30 levels or so of the building without seeing so much as a single squig. Upon reaching the topmost-but-one floor, though, certain problems manifest themselves. Like the massive barricade blocking the way up. And the four Orks behind said barricade. With big guns and itchy trigger fingers. The first shots go wide, Orks not being renowned for their sharpshooting abilities, allowing Jakken and Jill to dive back, not taking any damage but suffering a shock, to say the least.\n\nThe layout of this floor is presumably identical to all the others beneath it - four apartments opening on to the corridor, with the staircase at the opposite end of the hallway, curving up and sideways.\n\nIt would be possible to risk a glance over the edge of the staircase you are currently hiding on, and get a better grasp on the layout. Or you could just lob grenades up." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken lifts his head and takes a quick glance around before ducking back down." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai, being possessed of a fairly powerful throwing arm, reaches back down the stack, hand open. \"Grenade please.\" if he receives one he promptly flings it under hand into the hallway, trying to arc it over the barricade and onto the feet of the unlucky orks behind" }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis, following behind the squad as a rear guard, instinctively ducks his head as he hears the shots. Crouching low, he makes his way to where the rest of the squad are sheltering. If no-one else answers R'nashi's request, Jurgis unclips one of the orkish stikkbombs from his belt and passes it forwards, whispering \" May the emperor guide your aim.\" .\n\nHe then shrinks back against the wall, checking his lasgun is set to full power, and looks to Jill for guidance.\n\nOOC: Can I ask you to clarify your description a bit? I'm picturing a straight corridor, with two doors on either side, a staircase at one end leading down, and one at the other end leading up. Is that how the other floors have been? Also, is the barricade across the corridor, or actually on the stair?" }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": " \"I'll cover you.\" Whispers Tauride as he makes his way towards the front line.\n\nJust before R'nshai goes to throw the grenade he lets of a few rounds into the wall as close to the orcs as he can get without having to sacrifice cover.\n\n(OOC: Hopefully the distraction will help you get a better aim.)" }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai takes the stikk bomb, twisting off the fuse cap as he speaks. \"Ready? one, two, FIVE!\" he lets out a grunt of effort and flings.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 21 ] and i don't remember the damage for a nade so i'll leave that to you Las\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "OOC: Electric_Monkey, that description is exactly right. I'm trying to find a map program of some sort to draw the maps, but have had no luck so far. Nice throw from R'nshai, by the way, Verrukt.\n\nIC:\n\nThe Orks laugh at Tauride's shots, fear being something they are not closely associated with. It would have made grots or humans duck, but the Orks are made of sterner stuff.\n\nThe grenade that R'nshai threw flies over the lip of the staircase, over the barricade, and right at the feet of one of the Orks. The resultant explosion blows two of the Orks to shreds, rips the arm off the third and embeds shrapnel in the fourth. It also blasts a hole in the barricade big enough to fit a medium-sized Ogryn through.\n\n \"WAARGH!\" Bellows the beshrapnelled Ork, vaulting the barricade with an axe in hand.\n\nThe one-armed Ork follows suit, clutching a sword in its one remaining hand." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "Zavrath peeks his head out an fires a sniper blast. (not settled so -1 to hit)\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \ntohit: 25(35) Crit!\nDamage: 6\nconfirmation:24\nDmage: (If Crit) 24\n\nYes I rolled these on invisiblecastle.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: When I am on my vacation here is my firing priority:\n\n1)Special wepaoners (flamer, rockets, etc.)\n2)Leaders\n3)Wounded\n4)Regular grunts\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken meets the Ork's charge, swinging his Hammer at the Ork with shrapnel sticking out of it:\n\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n\nAnd Damage: (2d6+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis stands near the back of the group, bayonet ready. He turns to the tropper next to him and says. \" If the orks drop any of our guys, I'll cover you while you pull them to safety. \"" }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai whoops and pulls his las pistol, stepping into the hallway and popping off a round at the one armed ork.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 18 ] and damage (1d6)[ 2 ] ooc: beshrapnelled, i have a new favorite word 😁\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "OOC: Verily, I am a wordsmith of Shakespearean talents! 😉 I just made up beshrapnelled. Sorta like \"bejewelled\" only without the jewels and with more shrapnel. I'm totally gonna sig all the words I invent from this.\n\nIC: Zavrath's shot strikes down the one-armed Ork, blasting its brains out the back of its skull.\n\nJakken's hammer blow knocks the Ork back half a pace, but R'nshai's pistol shot doesn't even phase it (OOC: You hit it, but DR absorbed the damage).\n\nThe Ork responds by hacking into Jakken, smacking him up against the wall in a spray of arterial red. (Jakken takes 6 damage)." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"GRAAAAAAAH!!!!\" With a primal scream of fury, Jakken smashes his hammer at the Ork once more:\n\n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n (2d6+3)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil swears as the ork barrels into one of her men and blood sprays across the wall. Pointing her las at the beast, she opens fire from the hip.\n I'm gonna need to talk to them after this. We can't have any more Space Marine crap! \n Die, you green scum! \n \n Spoiler \nRapid fire To hits- (1d20+6)[ 25 ] (1d20+4)[ 9 ] (1d20+2)[ 18 ] Hurts- (2d6+1)[ 11 ] (2d6+1)[ 11 ] (2d6+1)[ 7 ] All assuming within 30 ft.\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "As Jakken's hammer swooshes through empty air while the Ork moves out of the way of his attack, Jill opens fire, the las rounds ripping through the Ork as it moves to backhand the squad medic. Stopped in mid-attack, it drops to its knees, then topples forwards, green blood pouring out onto the floor." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken falls to one knee and clutches his side, before pulling out his medkit and begins to stitch himself up:\n\n (1d20+14)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis strains to make out the action through the press of bodies in front of him \" Throne! \" he exclaims, \" What's happening? Did they get the medic? \"" }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \"Throne!\" R'nshai leaps up the remaining stairs to Jakken, stepping over his fallen comrade and leveling his flamer at the barricade, pilot light hissing. He shouts back to the squad, never taking his eyes off the corridor ahead of him. \"For the Emperor's sake, somebody help him!\" \n \n Spoiler \nreadying an action to bake the next green thing that so much as twitches in my field of vision. Spot if necessary (1d20)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": " \"Blast it! Here goes nothing.\" He drops his las-pistol, and draws his rocket-launcher. Preparing to fire it into the barricade.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDrop pistol, draw weapon, move into firing position.\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken, essentially finished with his hasty surgery, painfully drags himself back to the rest of the squad." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAlright guys, time for me to flex some muscles. This may get messy...\nBy the way, any form of explosive will likely wipe out the squad at the same time if you aren't careful. Krak should be alright, but frag will do just that.\n \n\n\nAs the group relaxes a little as the adrenaline high wears off, something bad happens. Very bad.\n\n \"Oi, youse lot, what's the racket?\" Bellows a voice from above.\n\nBefore you can respond in any way, heavy footsteps clop down the stairs. As the foe comes in to view, you begin to feel fear take a hold on you. The first things to appear are a massive pair of metal boots, followed by a pair of treetrunk legs. Then the massive, heavily armoured torso and arms come into view. Or, more specifically, single arm. The other is a monstrous crude claw, sizzling with electricity and snapping impatiently. Then, finally, the head of the monster appears, clad in a massively horned helmet and huge red painted iron jaw. One eye has been replaced by a clumsy brass monocle, from which a laser targeter glares at you. In the beast's normal hand is a massive wrench, easily as long as a man. On its back is a peculiar machine, all coils and rods, wracked with lighting discharges.\n\n \"What's youse disturbin' me for? Big Mek Skullkrakka don't hafta put up wit' dese tings!\" Howls the Ork, waving its lighting claw threateningly and stomping towards the squad.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNote, this is his surprise round. He's currently at the opposite end of the corridor to you, maybe 30ft away. One round to take him down before he hits you like the wrath of the gods. You ready for this?\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken has only one thing to say, presumably summing up the thoughts of the squad in general:\n\n \"F*.\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Jil's voice becomes cool as she gives the squad instructions.\n Fire the rocket high and behind his head. That way it will hurt him and not us. Hopefully bring the ceiling down, since we're high enough up it shouldn't bring the building down. I want the flamer up front with me and burning. Maybe we can set him on fire, or atleast slow him. Sniper, back up and fire a hot shot through his brains. Everyone else, full power, full speed, and move back. That's an order. Emporer be with us full power and LET HIM HAVE IT !! \nShe says this as she steps foreword a few paces, flicking her las to full power, kneeling, and unloading down the hall way at the charging ork.\n Emporer be with me as well let my possible sacrifice not be in vain... \n \n Spoiler \n Inspiring the squad for +1 to attack and damage. Full power, auto fire, EVERYONE. To hits (1d20+7)[ 8 ] (1d20+5)[ 22 ] (1d20+3)[ 16 ] To hurt (3d6+2)[ 11 ] (3d6+2)[ 14 ] (3d6+2)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis struggles to find a firing position for the six or eight soldiers in front of him. Eventually, he finds an opening in the masss of bodies, and carefully threads his lasgun through, shouting \" Careful of the bayonet, lads! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n initiative - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n\nHere I'm making a lot of assumptions about what I can do and when I get to act- so please modify my actions to make sense.\n\nIf any of the squad follow R'nashi's advice to run before Jurgis' turn to act, Jurgis passes an unprimed stikkbomb to the front of the line and mutters \" Let's leave him a little parting gift \" before joining the stampede - and presumably falling into the most appropriate fire position on the floor below.\n\nIf Jurgis acts before anyone turns, then what he does depends on how easy it is for him to find a firing position.\n\nIf he can't find anywhere to shoot from, then he either tenses, ready to take the place of any fallen, or - if he acts after R'nashi, runs and sets up a firing position on the floor below.\n\nIf you rule that finding a place to shoot from is a move action, he takes his bayonet off as he looks, to avoid rising injury to his comrades in arms, then cracks off one shot at the ork.\n\n Attack1 - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Dmg1 - (3d6)[ 12 ] \n\n(adjust for point blank shot if the range is appropriate)\n\nIf Jurgis finds a firing spot immediately, he acts as described in the plaintext - sticking his gun throuh and warning others of the bayonet, then shoots a three round burst.\n\n[roll=Attack2] 1d20+3[/roll]\n dmg2 - (3d6)[ 8 ] \n Attack3 - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n dmg3 - (3d6)[ 13 ] \n\nFinally, if soldiers in front of him turn and run, while Jurgis has his gun in position, he lifts it to a vertical postion out of their way, and lets them pass before following himself.\n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nRerolling attack2\n Attack2 - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n We may be able to move out of the back blast of a rocket tube- hug the walls. I doubt we can outrun a massive fireball racing down the corridor, no matter what the movies say.\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOK, Verrukt, awesome and moving though that is, you'd kill your entire squad in a horrible, horrible way. The rocket, if placed in the stairwell, will hit the Ork but not your squad. You could throw a grenade and promethium tank at the same time for some awesomeness if you wanted.\n " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHey whatd'ya know, sometime last night my logic took leave of me and was replaced by the \"cinematic awesomeness\" part of my brain. Oh well, R'nshai's turn, non-suicidal remix!\n \n\n\nR'nshai stares, awestruck by the size of the thing. It passes quickly however, and he calmly flamers the beast, wreathing it and the barricade in flicking tongues of promethium.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 18 ] damage (2d4)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Walking to the front of the squad, barely resisting the urge to go much further, Tauride stares at the looming monstrosity. Positioning himself between it and the medic he looks over at the sergeant.\n\nFollowing her lead he clumsily clicks his rifle into the relevant setting then releases a burst at the creature, hoping to hit something unstable. Things like this are only brought down by there own doing, we just have to speed things along.\n\n \n Spoiler \n To hit: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n (1d20)[ 17 ] \n (1d20-2)[ 8 ] \n\nDamage: (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakkens coughs up some blood and drops his hammer, and then grabs his Laspistol and fires a badly-aimed shot at the Mek:\n\n (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Penguinizer", "message": "\"Hammer of the emperor strikes the heretic, the mutant, and the unclean.\"\nHe fires the krak missile, a trail of smoke behind it, heading for the stairs with the mek.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (5d6)[ 15 ] \nHalf for the area around the mek.\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken, who seems to be a bit better, spits out a gobbet of blood. \"Hey, I thought I was the one with the hammer,\" he jokes weakly." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "OOC: I have internet for 30 minutes on my vacation\n\n This is for the boys back home! \n\nZavrath fires at it on full power\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolls:\n\nHit: 18\nDmg: 9\n " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "R'nshai's blast of purifying flame wreaths the Mek in immolating prometheum. You see the Mek wince, but he ignores the flames even as the smell of burning Ork flesh fills the area.\n\nJill's, Jakken's and Tauride's shots hit the Ork, but his armour absorbs the blasts, and he sneers menacingly as he continues on.\n\nM'gn's missile impacts on the barrier, sending deadly shrapnel into the Mek, making him lurch forwards with a grimace. He spits blood, and keeps coming, even though you can see the oozing green that leaves a trail everywhere he treads.\n\nZavrath's shot slams into the monster, rocking one of its shoulders back and leaving a scorch wound, but the behemoth rolls forwards.\n\nImpact. The beast bears down, roaring frenziedly, on R'nshai. With a single mighty jab, it has the brave Flamer-man's arm in its claw, and with a barely audible whine, the servos in the arm activate. With a truly inhuman scream of pain, the severed arm falls to the floor, blood pumping from the stump and the arm itself. Chuckling evilly, the creature backhands R'nshai with the wrench, his ragdoll-like body limply smacking into the wall, sliding to the floor to rest in a pool of blood.\n\nThe Ork then turns, facing the rest of the squad, and snips its bloodied claw menacingly.\n\nOOC: I'm PMing Verrukt for the final fate of his character - you may be surprised." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"R'nshai!\" Jakken cries. \"Die, greenskin!\" Hefting his hammer, Jakken ducks past the Mek and swings his hammer in an arc at the Mek, cringing at the last moment from his injuries:\n\n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n (2d6+3)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai's head lolls to the side, resting on the wall, jaw clenched, eyes wide from shock. His stump continues to spurt, showing that his heart beats yet, although the stream is becoming feeble." }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "Tauride gazed upon the tragic scene as it unfolded before him. Unable to react in time to help he simply stood there stunned.\n\nSeeing Jakken running towards the creature he went to yell out or follow him and assist. Instead he simply stood there staring.\n\nWhen he saw his brother in arms fail to take down the creature and ending up exposed Tauride decided to do something.\n\nLooking down at his bayonet Tauride realized that such a small knife would do nothing against such a large beast. Bullets seemed just as ineffective from back here.\n\nRunning towards the monstrosity Tauride waited until he was as close as possible before releasing a round into the creatures head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTo hit: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (2d6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Damn it Jakken I told you to stay back! \nJil takes a few steps back in an attempt to get out of the range of the menacing claw. Looking at her ammo display, she realizes she only has enough left in that clip for one more maxed out burst.\n Again, men, and this time extra effort for Ren!! \n \n Spoiler \n Leadership bonus again.To hits (1d20+6)[ 16 ] (1d20+4)[ 9 ] (1d20+2)[ 3 ] To Hurts (3d6+2)[ 10 ] (3d6+2)[ 11 ] (3d6+2)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "\" Vile beast! \", cries Jurgis, \" Warp take you! \" as he squeezes off another shot at the enormous ork, not daring full auto as his comrades in arms close.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] (unmodified +6, +1 for range, -4 for firing into melee, +1 for inspiration.)\n damage - (3d6+2)[ 9 ] (+1 for range, +1 for inspiration)\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((At this point I merely wish to point out that you did not, in fact, ever tell Jakken to stay back.))" }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "The shots hammer home with greatly increased accuracy, the mutilation of a squadmate seemingly fuelling the fury of the other members. Gorkraj places a shot into the knee of the beast, and Tauride and Jill smash it off its feet with nigh-simultaneous blasts, one to each shoulder. The beast moves as though about to rise, and then, with a hideous sizzling, the burning prometheum finds its eye, and drills through it straight to its brain. It slumps down again, this time definitely dead. You think.\n\nJakken can see that, although on the brink, R'nshai may be rescuable." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken once more drops his hammer and immediately begins tending to R'nshai:\n\n (1d20+14)[ 15 ] \n \"Don't you dare die. If you die, I'll kill you.\" " }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai coughs and looks up at Jakken. \"Can I pass out now?\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Yeah. Just don't die.\" " }, { "author": "Viginti_tres", "message": "With a sigh Tauride slowly lowers his weapon before looking over at Jakken and R'nshai. He was talking at least, and we have a good enough medic he thought to himself. There's never an Adeptus Mechanicus when you need one though.\n\nUnable to bear thinking about what would have happened had it have been him Tauride strode over to the corpse of the beast and with a roar loosed three rounds into its head, careful to avoid any mechanisms.\n\nHe then reloaded his rifle and swapped it over for a fresh one, free from sweat and blood, from his holster. Then began to check the body for anything of interest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch: (1d20-1)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nAfter this he makes his way over to the staircase up and cautiously glances upwards to make sure there were wasn't any more threats up there. Anything to keep busy enough that the mind and eyes dont wander back to R'nshai's plight." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken, having done everything he can for R'nshai, stands and shakes the blood from his hands." }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis extricates his lasgun from its position, taking care to avoid injuring anyone with the bayonet, and holds the gun at his side. \" Emperor's tears... \" he breathes, \" Is he going to make it? \"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken shrugs. \"Maybe. Maybe not. Won't be my fault if he dies, though. And there are worse ways to go. Much worse. Like how my best friend was murdered.\" " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis looks uncomfortable and avoids meeting Jakken's eyes. \" Didn't mean to imply anything of the kind...or to bring up your friend... \" he mumbles. He then turns to Jill. \" Your orders, sarge? \" he asks, trying to keep his eyes off R'nashi's crumpled form." }, { "author": "Verruckt", "message": "R'nshai's lids flutter briefly then stick wide open, he looks up at Jakken. \"Can I have some morphine?\" he mumbles softly, then he starts visibly and looks at the stump where his right arm used to be. \"Oh **... ok, all of the morphine?\" he looks at the ork, but can't muster enough strength to kick it out of spite, or to move at all for that matter. \"And may I suggest shooting that bastard several more times in the head, and then cutting it's head off, and then setting it on fire, shoving a live grenade in it's mouth, and then throwing it off the top of the building? Just to make sure mind you.\" he smiles weakly before lapsing back into unconsciousness." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken gives R'nshai a shot of morphine before slicing the Ork's spinal cord at the neck. (\"Just to be sure...\")" }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by purepolarpanzer \n Jil's voice becomes cool as she gives the squad instructions.\n Fire the rocket high and behind his head. That way it will hurt him and not us. Hopefully bring the ceiling down, since we're high enough up it shouldn't bring the building down. I want the flamer up front with me and burning. Maybe we can set him on fire, or atleast slow him. Sniper, back up and fire a hot shot through his brains. Everyone else, full power, full speed, and move back. That's an order. Emporer be with us full power and LET HIM HAVE IT!! \nShe says this as she steps foreword a few paces, flicking her las to full power, kneeling, and unloading down the hall way at the charging ork.\n Emporer be with me as well let my possible sacrifice not be in vain... \n \n\nThat's when I told everyone to stay back.\n \n\n\nJil drops her lasgun and falls to her knees, her heart visibly pounding in her chest.\n Praise the Emporer... we won... \nThen, as her breathing slows, her eyes flare. She stands up, switches a new cartridge into her las, making sure to place the other into a pouch on her back so she would not grab it accidentaly. Then, she immediately storms over to Jakken.\n Private, give me that Warp-Damned hammer! I specifically told everyone to stay back! There's no way in hell that ANY of us are even hurting that thing in a melee confrontation, and against the little bastards you'd just get overwhelmed by numbers and strength. We are Guardsmen! Not Ogryns! \nShe holds up her las, shaking it.\n Against beasts like orcs, THIS is what we use! It keeps you out of their reach, which is where the greenskins are dangerous! And this goes for ALL of you! I want to keep as many of you alive as possible, but if your not going to follow my orders than WHY IN THE EMPORER'S NAME DID YOU NAME ME SEARGENT!?! \nShe turns away, tears burning her eyes. Quieter and softer, she speaks again.\n I had to decide that I would probably die. I'm ok with that. But then I had to decide Ren would die too. Especially with what happened, how do you think that makes me feel? The only thing that could have been worse would have been if any more of you had died after our sacrifices. Being a seargent means deciding who will live and who will die... atleast I won't make you all do anything I won't. All I ask is that you follow my orders when it counts. You can argue if we have time, but in a pinch like that, just DO IT. \nShe turns back, her face red but dry.\n Now give me the hammer. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHeh heh...oops?\n \n\n\nJakken looks on impassively as Jill rages at him. He then simply points at the pistol hanging from his belt. Finally, he says, \"I didn't make you sergeant. But I want to get out of here alive, and insubordination will counteract that goal. Still...you want my respect?\" He heaves his hammer through a nearby window. \"Earn it.\" He turns away and checks R'nshai's vital signs." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOoh, inter-party conflict. Nice 😁\n \n\n\nJakken's frenzied attentions saved R'nshai's life. The tourniquet stopped the bleeding, and the morphine put him under to stop any pain. For the moment. However, the wound will need to be cauterised. And stopping for the night seems a good idea right about now." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken asks if anyone has a light." }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "Zavrath pulls out his locket. The chain has been snapped.\n rrgh \nZavrath Kicks the corpse of the Mek.\n Damnit! Xeno Scum! \n Jill's'right. We gotta' be careful. Order's Sarge? \n fighting for you son, fighting for you... " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis digs in the pack he salvaged from the lander, dumping a spare set of fatigues on the floor and eventually extracting a survival kit. \" Should be a thumb-sparker in there. \" he says, \" We'll probably also need a stretcher to get him out of here. For poles, I guess most of the furniture in this place has found its way there,\" he jerks a thumb towards the broken barricade, \" and for the fabric, we'd be lucky to find a linen cupboard the orks haven't ransacked. If we're unlucky... \" he sweeps a hand towards the tangled fatigues he recently dumped on the floor.\n\n\" Of course, \"he sighs, \" That takes time which first has to be won. Don't let me distract us from the primary task at hand. \"" }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "Zavrath rips a bit of cloth from the bottom of his camo cloak.\n\n Won't make much of a difference anyway will it? This should be good enough for a bandage. " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " We do as planned. Setup here for the night. Rest. Fnd the port tomorrow. \nJil plops into a corner. Then she sighs and stands again, her back popping audibly.\n But we have to check this place out. And get set up or the night. Volunteers? " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jakken digs through the pack and pulls out the thumb lighter. Giving R'nshai another shot of Morphine, he cauterizes the wound (Heal Check if necessary: (1d20+14)[ 15 ] ) \"R'nshai should be fine. His condition is stabilized now, and all of his wounds have been attended to. I'll go with the scout group, they might need my help if we haven't finished the Orks or we find survivors.\" " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis glances around at the rest of the squad, mindful of his injuries. He can see all too clearly that all three of R'nashi, Jakken and Gokraj have suffered worse than he has. Of the fit troopers, he sees that the majority have rare and precious skills, as well as bulky equipment best employed from static positions. He is also mindful of his disposition in the last battle - sitting at the rear, practically the full squad between himself and the enemy.\n\nJurgis raises an unsteady hand. \" I volunteer for search duty, Sarge. \"" }, { "author": "Shades of Gray", "message": "I'll keep watch. Can't sleep thinking of what else could possibly go wrong today. At seeing the smokes he says. Those things'can'kill ya. I should know. " }, { "author": "Electric_Monkey", "message": "Jurgis shrugs. He hadn't noticed the pack of lho-sticks sitting beside the thumb-sparker, which he had assumed was just for lighting fires. \" If our illustrious quartermasters see fit to put smokes in survival kits, I guess they figure the bullets'll get us first. Probably right, too. \"" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 17: Dunkin vs. Kale \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Posting here to say I posted - I'll have items soon." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Same here.\n\nit's Rl D&D night so I gotta get out of here. I'll post Initiative and round 1 tomorrow (Sun) morning." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Alright, I'm about as ready as I can be.\n\n Round - 0 Rolling Initiative\n\n Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / N1\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / M2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / N2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Round 0-\n\nPurchases:\n \n Spoiler \nPotion of Hide from Animals (50 gp) and into my potion bracer it goes, replacing one of my repair light damage\n \n\n\nInitiative:\n (1d20+1)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "I guess I'm up then. =)\n\nRound 1 - Kale:\n \n Spoiler \n\nStarting in M25, I move at half speed (due to blindness) due north, moving silently as I do (take 10). I end up in I25.\n \n\n\nYour go." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "What's the time limit on the match? :)\n\n Round - 1 Rolling Initiative\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI cast light on the stone in my loaded sling. Then with my hand on the reigns of my riding dog I move on down to R2. Dog ends in R3. Phynxkin in Q3.\n \n\n\n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Round 2 - Kale:\n\n \n Spoiler \nI move to E25 silently, taking 10 (3)\n " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "I don't know where you are, but I am assuming you've already come out form behind the wall around the starting positions. if so you'll be able to see this as I've lit up part of the arena.\n\n Round - 2 \n\nCurrently standing with my pets in R2. I cast light last round. This round I use my sling to launch the Lit stoneto H18. I'm tossing it blind so there's a scatter effect. With 1 being north if I miss my square.\n\nAttack Roll Against AC5 to hit the square: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] Took off for range increments.\nMiss Chance 50% need over to make it. (1d100)[ 76 ] \n Ignore the scatter dice it hit the square. \nScatter die on a miss: (1d6)[ 3 ] 1 is north, goign clockwise.\nScatter distance: (1d4)[ 3 ] squares.\n\n There is a light spell in H18 \n\nThis should light up everything between wherever this lands and where I \"was\" as it travelled, if only briefly.\n\nNow that I'm back in the darkness I'll wait for LOS before finishing my turn.\n\n Remaining Actions: \nEdited based Off LOs reports.\n \n Spoiler \n\nI stay where I am.\n \n\n\nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Awaiting a ref response yes?" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Not nessesarily.\n\nI just gave you my co-ordinates. And we now know where the light is. If you're in the light then say so and it will be your turn. Or if you were in the light during it's travel then once again you can say so. If you're not in the light then say so and it's your turn.\n\n:)\n\nI am only waiting to see how the refs will handle the rest of the tournament if we're the only competitors left." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "You can see me in the very edge of dim light at E25" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Thank youi. I added the rest of my turn to the previous post. Go ahead." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Red eyes blazing in the darkness, Kale moves forward to H20, quaffing a potion as I move.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide from Animals\n \n\n\nYour animals stop responding to me." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Uh, your go?" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "yeah yeah I know.\n\n Round - 3 \n\nActions before the light comes on.\n \n Spoiler \n\nI draw another stone form my pocket and cast light on it.\nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nI've cast another light spell. I am still at my previous position well close to my... hmm looking at this there doesn't seem to be LOS betweeen H20 and R2. I can't see the squares on this map though so it's close enough for government work. I cast light in R2. You can see my mount in R3.\n\n\n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale: Round 4\n\nThe mechanical monstrosity moves to H18, reaches down and scoops up the stone, popping it into his mouth.\n\nThe light goes out." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "I'm going to be out of town until Sunday." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": " Round - 4 \nI toss my light stone to R16.\n\nRemaining actions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nI then move my little group 5 feet to the east.\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale: Round 5 -\nAll is dark again.\n \n Spoiler \nMoves double to H14, moving silently [3]\n " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": " Round - 5 \nActions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay Put\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale: Round 6 -\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoves double to I10, moving silently [3]\n " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": " Round - 6 \nActions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay Put\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale: Round 7 -\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoves double to J6, moving silently [3]\n \n\n\nCan I see you in the light? I don't think so, right?" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "[QUOTE=Damionte;3684880] Round - 7 \nActions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay Put\n\nStandard action I dismiss my first light spell, in case he's just carrying it around in his mouth.\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Round 8: Kale\n\n \n Spoiler \nI move to J4 (silently) and draw out a Sunrod\n \n\n\nGo. =)" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": " Round - 8 \nActions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay Put\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nQworg\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou can't take 10 on checks while in the arena, so please roll for MS from now on. No LoS\n \n\n\nDamionte\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale - Round 9:\n\n \n Spoiler \nI crack a Sunrod\n \n\n\nLight floods from around J3 or 4.\n\nI'm holding my round for this question - Do I see you?" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Not yet, I'm still in R3 but you can't see me yet.\n\n Round - 9 \nActions.\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay Put Move animals behind me to R2 & R4\n \n\n\n\nDone\n\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / R2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Uh, my round wasn't over - you may want to hold for the next part.\n\nI throw the rod at R5:\n\n (1d20-4)[ 2 ] \nIf it scatters:\n (1d6)[ 3 ] - distance\n (1d8)[ 6 ] - from North, clockwise.\n\nNow its your go." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Then my action is already posted and it's your turn again." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "I'm off until tomorrow - I don't have time to post a response yet, sorry." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Double move to q4. Your go! :)" }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": " Round - 10 \n\nI take a 5 foot step to Q4. Pick up the sun rod, and throw it side arm down to Q14. Re-washiong my immediate area in darkness.\n\nDone\n\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / R2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Uh, I'm in q4. The sunrod is in u2." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "How did the sun rod get to U2? You said you threw it to R5?\nI am just gong off what you wrote.\n\n Round - 10 correction then.\n\nI take my mount by the reighns. I spend a move action to move my mount a 5 foot step to S3. I then take a 5 foot step to R4, draw my club from it's strap on the wardog's saddle.\nSpend a free action directing my comapnion to move to Q3.\n\nHandle Animal Heel (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n\nDone\n\nStatus & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / R4\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / Q3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / S3\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Oh I see. You missed with your sun rod and it scattered.\n\nOk let me look at my action and see what I can do differently then.\n\nOk it's edited." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Kale Round 10:\n\nOkay, let's try beating you in the face. =D\n\n\"Target... Acquired...\"\n\nShort Spear:\n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 9 ] \n\nSlam:\n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n (1d4+4)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "See that wasn't so hard. Why did it take you 10 rounds to walk over here and do that? Yes I know I could have been using the darkness and count on the miss chance but why drag it out." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Sorry - I didn't know what other tricks you had. =/" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " High Ref Mav: \n\nKale is declared the winner and receives the prizes mentioned above " } ]
[ { "author": "Siric", "message": " Prologue \n\nThe boat rocks back and forth as wave after wave hits the side of the ship, threatening to knock it over. You hear the deckhands above you, running around and shouting commands as the storm attempts to wrestle control of the ship.\n\nIt's a fine ship by all standards. Serving under the name of Taladar's Navy, this boat as seen a number of battles, and a storm isn't much to be worried about. Below deck, it might not be the most luxurious ride, but it could be a lot worse. Around you are your fellow convicts, and in front of you sits a Paladin.\n\nHe's completely covered in armor, from toe to neck and a helmet on top. You can't tell much about him, except that he is a gnome. At first, he sat there in deep concentration, and afterwards he looks at each convict, with a pleased look on his face. That is, until he saw the convict regarded as \"Mister Snow\" in which he scowled and let out a low growl.\n\nHe continued to sit in silence until he brought out a small orb that was glowing red. The orb grew redder, causing a small pain in the back of your neck, at which point, the orb went down to a faint glow.\n\nAfter pocketing the orb, he finally stands up and begins to speak. \"You can call me Brother Folip. Or you can call me Redeemer Timper. I'll make the orders, and you'll obey them. If you don't, then you'll get hurt.\n\n\"We are headed towards the Excavation Site. The dwarves have claimed that the tunnels are down, due to to a cave-in, but our scouts report to have seen no such cave-in. No doubt, they probably have a problem, and they expect us to take care of it. In exchange, we get an artifact. The Order doesn't know what it does, or any value it has, but we can't take the chance.\n\n\"Your participation will make things easier. While I can't watch you all the time, there are a set of rules that you now live by. Bad deeds will not go unpunished. This is your chance to make up for your past actions. Don't mess it up.\"\n\nAfter finishing is speech, he walks away to apparently retire to his room. \"Feel free to do what you want, while following the rules of the boat. This is the Captain's home. Respect that.\" As he walks out of view, he yells behind him \"Remember, if I die, you die!\"\n\nBesides the shouts and stomps above you, the room is quiet." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"'Bad deeds will not go unpunished,'\" Seraphina repeats mockingly when she thinks the paladin's out of earshot. \"Thhhhpt! Stupid stuffed-shirt.\" \n\nAbruptly, something seems to occur to her. \"Hey, wait -- so is Timper or Folip his last name?\" She looks at the others as if they might have the answer, then peers more closely at Mister Snow, remembering how the paladin regarded that one in particular." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Looking around the hold of the boat, he narrows his eyes and glares when the paladin produces the glowing ball of hurtiness. Watching carefully to see where he puts it when he's done tormenting them, he files the information in his head.\n\n \"Now, I'm new to this whole \"adventurin\" thing, but if we're supposed to go get something from these dwarves, I don't see why we just don't take it from there grubby little mitts. I never knew a dwarf that wouldn't sell his mother if the price was right.\" \n\nHe turns his attention to the little one beside him.\n\n \"He's names not really all that important, little one, whats important is getting our hands on that little ball he's using to control us, so we can get out of this stinkin death trap\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Seraphina, or just Sera,\" the tibbit corrects. \"I stopped going by 'little one' years ago.\" \n\nShe flashes a wry grin, then tilts her head and continues, her mercurial expression turning sober and inquisitive, \"Anyway, how're we supposed to do that? I'm sure he's expecting it. And I don't know what protections he's got to keep us from taking it. Do you?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"The pleasure at our meeting, however unfortunate the circumstances, is all mine, Seraphina\" He stands and catches his balance for a moment before bowing low to the Tibbit\n\n \"As to the answer to your question, Not at the moment, but we could always ask him, No?\"\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nWith bloodshot eyes the old gnome convict sits in his chair, rocking in time with the motions of the boat as though he were being lulled to sleep. As the lids of his eyes slowly close he offers a single comment a few moments too late, \" Neither. \" He paused, still swaying as his eyes closed entirely, \" Might both be one of many first names. We gnomes tend to do that, taking more names, that is. I've got three first names and a last name. \" Though, of course, he didn't actually say what any of them were." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina blushes in spite of herself at the human man's surprisingly formal gesture, then quickly shifts her attention to the gnome.\n\n \"Oh! Oh ... I didn't know that. Good to know. Good, so ... good.\" \n\nShe lapses into silence for about a second, eyes down and twiddling her thumbs, then abruptly remembers that the human actually said something, too, and snaps her gaze sharply back up.\n\n \"Wait, what? Ask him? Are you serious?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I don't see why not, people just love to tell me things.\" \n\nHe grins and twiddles his fingers, causing various small objects to appear and vanish.\n\n \"Of course, they usually require a little bit of persuasion before hand\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "The tibbit's eyes go slightly wider at the display, just for a moment, then narrow again a little, her expression becoming one of reserved skepticism.\n\n \"You really think you can convince him?\" she asks seriously." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"What's the harm in trying? I mean, the worst thing he's going to do is kill me, which with the way he's been acting, is all ready more than likely to occur\" \n\nHe reaches up to scratches at his face and mumbles something, as a small mouse climbs out of his nose, and clambers onto the top of his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDC (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \nNeed to beat that with a spot check. If you do you can look in the spoiler\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Silent Image to create the mouse\n \n\n \n\n \"And I'm fairly sure that if I catch him in the right mood, I can get him to tell me anything\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n \"What's the harm in trying? I mean, the worst thing he's going to do is kill me, which with the way he's been acting, is all ready more than likely to occur\" \n\nHe reaches up to scratches at his face and mumbles something, as a small mouse climbs out of his nose, and clambers onto the top of his head.\n\n \"And I'm fairly sure that if I catch him in the right mood, I can get him to tell me anything\" \n \n\nSeraphina's eyes light on the mouse and take on a distinctly \"predator eyeing prey\" look, but she stays put and, gaze still fixed on the mouse, asks, \"Is ... is that your familiar?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Is what my familiar?\" \n\nHe looks around for awhile, the mouse still perched on his head, before turning back\n\n \"Are you feeling well? You seem to be seeing things\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "There's a long pause, a \"will she buy it?\" moment, as Seraphina peers intently at the smooth-talking human.\n\nFinally, she pouts and stamps her foot.\n\n \"You do know what I'm talking about!\" she insists, a little petulantly, her cheeks reddening again at nearly having been fooled by such an outlandish lie. \"Quit pulling my leg. Is that your familiar or ... or pet ... or what?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Its nothing but a trick of light and shadow, not really anything at all. It doesn't exist\" He allows the mouse to run down his shoulder to the floor, before it evaporates into simple motes of light.\n \n\"It's just something to keep the mind focused on this mind-numbingly boring boat ride.\" He yawns and shifts abit. \"What you in for anyway? I mean, you don't seem like a criminal, hardened to life on the inside. Not like the rest of us anyways\"\n \n\nHe waves his arms to indicate the rest of the prisoners." }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nOnce again he speaks slowly, after the truth has been revealed, as if he is processing things slowly. With a twitch of his eye and a stare he shakes his head, \" I haven't had one of those really good mushrooms in years and now I'm seeing things? \" It will likely be another minute or so before the comment about the other prisoners sinks in." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "The sudden outburst cuts into Seraphina's train of thought, and she forgets about the fictional mouse and instead cuts her eyes to the gnome again, eyeing him for a long moment. Just as abruptly, she dismisses the remark and looks back up at the human.\n\n \"Theft,\" she replies after a brief hesitation. There's another long pause, and then she adds, almost under her breath, \"Mostly.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Theft? They threw you on this death cruise for theft? Man, they must be desperate for cannon fodder if they got you for theft. I mean, murder I could see, but theft is hardly even a crime.\" \n\nHe shakes his head sadly,\n \n\"What is this world coming to when a pretty young thing like you gets sent on a trip like this for theft.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina opens her mouth to explain the rest, but the words never quite pass her lips as her mind latches onto the compliment and promptly discards the rest of the discussion as irrelevant.\n\n \"Pretty, huh?\" she purrs coyly, flashing an impish smile. \"Flatterer.\" \n\nShe tilts her head slightly then, her ever-changing expression shifting again to one of open curiousity. \"You never did tell me your name or why you're here?\" she murmers, making it sound like a question." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Oh, for future notice, use spoilers for rolls in this thread. There will be no roll thread.))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "\"Names Wilhem, they called me the Silvertongue back when I was a youngin, and it stuck.\"\n\nHe grins and slowly begins to count off on his fingers\n\n \"They got me for, Theft, Embezzlement, Forgery, Loan Sharking, Misuse of Magic, Adultery, slept with the mayors wife... she seemed to enjoy it though, and selling illegal goods\" \n\nHe stops and ponders for a moment.\n\n \"Oh yeah, the also tacked on High Treason in the end, something about my selling some weapons to some old friends of mine, who just happened to take up piracy... How was I supposed to know what they were gonna end up using them for.\" " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe dazed old gnome's head lolls to one side, and then the other, swaying serenely in time with the boat. He doesn't seem to have a care in the world, \" Eight years and counting for possession of drugs. Granted, it was a shipload, but... \" He may just not be paying attention entirely, picking up bits and pieces as one would with selective hearing." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Eyes wide, Seraphina listens as Wilhem lists his various offenses. She casts a glance at the gnome, noting his comment and quickly connecting it back to the earleir remark about mushrooms, then frowns slightly.\n\n \"All I did was steal,\" she admits finally with a helpless shrug. \"A lot.\" \n\nShe considers briefly, then adds sheepishly, \"Although I did eat a guard's familiar by accident.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Hearing the gnomes remark, Wilhelm turns to consider him.\n\n \"What were you running, and was it for personal use or resale? I only ask because I used to know a guy, who knew a guy, if you know what I mean, who paid top dollar for anything he could get his hands on. We get outta this mess, perhaps you and I could make a business arrangement?\"\n \n\nHe pats down his pockets and sighs,\n\n \"Silly paladins probably burnt my business cards when they got rid of my possessions. 1 a gold per hundred I paid for those\" He shakes his head once again at societies decline.\n\nTurning back to Seraphina.\n\n \"Did you have any way of knowing that this supposed 'familiar'\" he adds the quotes with his fingers \"was anything than the animal it appeared? Because otherwise, its just an honest mistake.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "The tibbit looks scandalized.\n\n \"Of course I didn't know! I'd never -- I mean, if I'd known, but I ... but ...\" \n\nShe sighs and looks down.\n\n \"But I think that's when I suddenly became important enough to go after, anyway.\" \n\nSuddenly, she looks annoyed. \"Of course, all I was charged with was theft -- not that anyone I ever stole from didn't deserve it.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "He grins broadly,\n\n \"Your protesting to the wrong man there Little Miss. I stole from anyone who had money, until I discovered that it was much more lucrative to go into business than it was to commit common theft. Much safer too\"\n \nHe looks around the hold once more.\n\n \"I wonder if we're allowed to go up on deck now that we're att sea and there's no chance of us bolting, I could use a bit of fresh air\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Let's ask!\" Seraphina agrees cheerfully, standing with the intention of making her way up to the deck and, apparently, \"asking\" by simply doing it." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "All the while, as the convicts have their polite conversation, the shouts and the stomping from above became louder and louder. And, at the same time that Seraphina had decided to make her way up the stairs, a rather rude deckhand had pushed her out of the way on his run down the stairs and towards the paladin's chamber.\n\nHe's banging on the door while making the frequent cry \"Orcs!\", which of course caused the gnome to venture out...\"Did you say orcs?\"\n\"Pirates, sir.\"\n\"Pirates?!\"\n\"Yes sir, Pirates.\"\nThe gnome smiles. \"I love orcs,\" he says as he waddles towards the stairs, \"There so easy to kill,\" he pulls out his warhammer, \"and there's so many of them. And the best part is, you can never feel bad for putting them down!\" Weapon in one hand, shield in the other, the convicts watch as the paladin continues to waddle up the stairs, remembering what he said earlier about his death (except for Thoven maybe, who was in the middle of a wicked ride)." }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nStill swaying back and forth he smiles, \" Enough shrooms to put down a...well...something big for a very long time. \" A dreamy look came to his eye, his mouth watering as he thought about all those delicious triptastic shrooms. He had never given thought to what actually happened to them after they were confiscated, but hoped they hadn't been burned or something crazy. He knew the chances of them being used were less than one percent in such a strict nation as Taladar. So far, the thought of flying away as opposed to being stuck on the boat hadn't really occured to him, though neither did the fact that there are orc pirates somewhere nearby, but that would likely hit him soon enough." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \" Hey! Big oaf!\" \n\nRecovering her footing, Seraphina glares angrily at the retreating back of the deckhand. Then her ears perk up at the mention of pirates.\n\n \"Hey, did you hear that?\" she asks the other two, then starts again and turns to watch as the gnomish paladin gleefully charges out, warhammer in hand. Her expression shifts from mild dismay to resignation before settling finally on wry amusement.\n\n \"Guess we'd better follow.\" Twisting her expression into a cheerful one, she adds, \"Maybe we can take the orcs' plunder!\" \n\nShe draws her sword and follows up after the gnome, moving more slowly and keeping low.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide/Move Silently and assuming Assassin's Stance\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "OOC: We rolling init yet?\n\nWilhelm mutters a few words under his breath and fades from view, before cautiously climbing up on deck.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasts invisibility\nWill last for 5 minutes\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe druid does not apparently notice the others leave, talking to himself or possibly even the silent one, whose name he has obviously not yet learned, \" I also had a nice crop of new stuff that I had found in the forests of Metito along with the elves. Now there is a group of blokes that knows how to party. They got a century or two on me, and thats just in this particular generation! \" He blinks, \" Orcs? \"" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Yeah, I sent him a PM. Hopefully, he'll respond.\n\nRoll for Initiative.))\n \n Spoiler \n Paladin - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n Orcs - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n HP: 38 AC: 18 Init: ??? \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\n((And the spaced out hippie gets a natural 20...))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "(Great. The gnome goes first, and he's just barely aware of there being orcs. Classic. 😛 )" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((If we want we can wait until morning [Morning for me, that is], and give Seribro a chance to reply. Or we can push on forward. Either way, I'm posting this))\n\nYou're barely able to make your way through the cowardly deckhands who have no desire to fight this battle when there are five perfectly good warriors to defend the boat. Also, you're pretty sure you heard a few murmurs about their \"new Yolinchet technology.\"\n\nUpon reaching the top, you see a large number of orcs scattered about the boat. Chances are, there's even more below deck. In the Crow's nest, you see one peculiar bald, who's missing an eye. He's definitely powerful, but he seems quite distracted at the moment, reading loudly from a book, causing the orcs to be quite...rowdy.\n\nAs Brother Folip steps out, he is a little bit caught of guard. \"Is... is that a preacher?\"\n\n((And, I made a rather simplistic map of... the scene, via paint. yay me ^.^))\n \n Spoiler \n \n Random, Ignore this - (1d20)[ 13 ] \n \n\n EDIT: Oh, and Tacitus, make another roll. Just humor me.\n EDIT2: Thanks. Carry on!" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((I'm fine either way, personally. Question, though: what's the distance to that preacher orc? 😉 ))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Far away.... let's see, Mast to Mast is about... 50 feet. The Height is about 40 feet-ish... basic math says...\n\nHe's about 65 feet away from your boat, 40 feet away from his boat.))\n\n Initiative: \n Spoiler \nThoven -[22]\nSera -[18]\nMister Snow -[16]\nOrcs -[16]\nSilvertounge -[6]\nPaladin -[4]\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "When the allarms are sound, a sigh is heart from the top bench at the right sight of the teams quarters. A few more seconds pass and then the man known as Mr. Snow rolls out of his bed and drops down to the floor, landing on his legs asif he had never done anything else. With some grumbling the balding old hulk grabs his long grey coat and buckles up a broad belt with rapier on one side and two cases of bolts on the other. He grabs his crossbow from the table and pushes open the door while grumbling some more.\nHe follows the rest upstairs, already knowing what to expect thanks to his trusty familiar sitting on a first row seat at the front deck.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThrough bleary bloodshot eyes the strange little gnome watches the last of his unwilling companions leave him alone. With a sneeze his overly large nose changed shape to something of a beak and his eyes grew somewhat larger. With a sigh, \" Oh, orcs. Well, lets get nuts, we can get stoned later. \" In a swift change the remainder of his body drastically changed, his equipment disappearing as feathers sprouted all across his body. A flap of his wings and he was off with a bolt of speed, heading up to observe the battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwift action: Shapeshift\nDouble move action.\nShapechange lists a 40ft move speed. I dunno if it should be less due to decreased size. Regardless, medium load for speed reduction.\n+2 Str, +2 Nat Armor, +2 (maybe 3, can't remember) Ref save, -3 Armor, -2 Shield.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "(OOC: Is it my turn? I was still waiting for the combat post that explains where we all are in relation to our opponents and the orcs and what the situation is in terms of cover and etc. I don't know what to do because I don't know where everything is yet, or even how far away the closest orc was. My last move was sneaking up the stairs ... have I been spotted? And ... etc. ...)" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "((I've found that it is generally faster if players post without regard to initiative order and the DM sorts it out when making his post for the round, or group of rounds if the game uses a combat system where players post more than one round of combat at a time for speed. If/then statements help a lot in such situations. That aside, I do believe you should post, as Siric has made an IC since you last posted, mentioning ya'll reaching the deck but did not mention you being spotted.))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Siric \n ((Far away.... let's see, Mast to Mast is about... 50 feet. The Height is about 40 feet-ish... basic math says...\n\nHe's about 65 feet away from your boat, 40 feet away from his boat.))\n\n Initiative: \n Spoiler \nThoven -[22]\nSera -[18]\nMister Snow -[16]\nOrcs -[16]\nSilvertounge -[6]\nPaladin -[4]\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n \n[roll0]\n \n\nAlso, the Mast provides total cover.\n\nAnd are you \"sneaking up?\" Or walking up? Cause you might want to roll for MS, and Hide (using the stairs for some concealment... there isn't much concealment on the boat) Bah, they're Orcs, doubt they'll see you.\n\nEDIT:\n \n Originally Posted by Tacitus \n ((I've found that it is generally faster if players post without regard to initiative order and the DM sorts it out when making his post for the round, or group of rounds if the game uses a combat system where players post more than one round of combat at a time for speed. If/then statements help a lot in such situations. That aside, I do believe you should post, as Siric has made an IC since you last posted, mentioning ya'll reaching the deck but did not mention you being spotted.)) \n \n\n Agreed. The Initiative is for me. No need to post an any real order." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "As Mr. Snow appeared on deck, he noticed the orcs were just about to cross the planks. Great, just great... First that annoying bastard and his prayer, or what ever it is he is doing... As he had been watching up, mister snow hadn't seen the tibbit in hiding and almost stepped on top of one of her appendages. He didn't really care though. If she was weak, she wouldn't have been brought along.\nHe lifts up the crossbow and uses the other arm to stabalize for a clean shot.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 14 ](20) \n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "The bolt whistles through the air and gets in a clean hit on the orc.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d6)[ 5 ](5) \n \n\nMr Snow doesn't wish to wait for an answer and is already reloading the bow." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Yes, sneaking. =)\n\nSeraphina creeps up the stairs to the top, around the mast ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide: (1d20+17)[ 26 ] Move Silently: (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "... and attacks the nearest as-yet-untouched orc with a sudden lunge from out of seemingly nowhere, her blade trailing flames as it dives toward its target!\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack roll: (1d20+11)[ 29 ] (using the Burning Blade technique as a boost this round)\n\nAssuming a successful hit, damage: (4d6+10)[ 24 ] (weapon: 1d6+5 + 2d6 sneak attack [Assassin's Stance -- assuming the orc is flatfooted] + 1d6+5 for Burning Blade)\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "I are invisible, so I'll post in spoilers for the DM only.\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm going to cast Minor Image at the rigging of the orcish ship, the illusion is of a flaming arrow striking the sail and causing them to break out in flame.\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Right after a bird flies from the stairs to the skies, Orcs rush across the ship, they are stricken down. One gets a nice bolt in the face, another gets simultaneously burned and stabbed. But it seems that for each one that is struck down, two more appear, stabbing with their pointy sticks, slashing with their swords, or just plain head bashin'... to no avail, as they all miss ((-_-' cursed orcs))\n\nLuckily, their sail seems to have \"caught fire.\" This, as a result, has caused a couple of Orcs to jump ship before their leader was able to calm them, through more prayers from that book.\n\nBrother Folip stood there gazing at the spiritual leader before waddling over towards an orc by Mister Snow, and promptly smashing him in the face.\n\nOrcs Dead: 4\n\nNext round ^_^" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Siric:\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard Action: Maintain Concentration\nMove Action: Twiddle my thumbs and whistle a tune.\n\nI'm going to have the fire seem to climb up the sails slowly, towards the crows nest.\nDC:19 will save to disbelieve.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "\"Wow, these orcs are really weak!\" Seraphina remarks cheerfully. Suddenly, she disappears in a cloud of inky shadow that swirls into itself, shrinking rapidly until it vanishes entirely within the span of a second.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShadow Jaunt -- you said it's 50 feet from mast to mast, and Sera's already a little beyond the mast on her ship, so the target is right by the mast on the other ship, where it looks most likely Sera won't be under direct observation anymore. Then she immediately uses her remaining move action to flatten herself against the mast of the enemy ship and attempt to hide again. Move Silently: (1d20+13)[ 26 ] Hide: (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \n\nEdit: Assuming your map is showing our ship being the one swarmed with orcs. If there are still a lot of orcs on the other ship, she'll still do it, but she may end up not trying to hide if a lot of orcs are there looking right at her. 😛\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mister Snow shrugs when one the orcs is turned into a bloody pile of teeth-less green right next to him. \"Thanks, I guess\" \nHe fires another arrow at an orc at the walkway,...\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 18 ](24) \n (1d6)[ 1 ](1) \n \n\n...then drops his crossbow and draws his rapier as he walks over to the plank just cleared. ((are the planks just laying from ship to ship or are they somehow secured in place?))" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe shape changed druid flies down to land upon the mast above the religious sounding orc, trying to hear what he's saying. As he is shape changed he looks just like a normal bird, having chosen to look like a seagull for the moment, though his feet look rather odd, what with having talons." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Seribro \n As Mr. Snow appeared on deck, he noticed the orcs were just about to cross the planks. Great, just great... First that annoying bastard and his prayer , or what ever it is he is doing... As he had been watching up, mister snow hadn't seen the tibbit in hiding and almost stepped on top of one of her appendages. He didn't really care though. If she was weak, she wouldn't have been brought along.\nHe lifts up the crossbow and uses the other arm to stabalize for a clean shot.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll0]\n \n \n \n\n((depending on his amount of hitpoints, he is either dead or cursing some sentences that should not be repeated here. There is a bolt sticking out of his... well where ever it got hit.))" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "((How about a free trip attack over the edge having him plunge to a certain death? But I believe were going to far OOC here now. What ever the DM rules in this case is fine by me. I suppose I should have written it a bit more clearly. DM, feel free to delete these three posts, or just replace them to the ooc topic. Or leave 'm be, what ever suits ya best :P))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((How can I delete your posts? :p Anyways, Yeah, that got real complicated. I'm going to rule that you shot just a normal Orc because Honestly, if you shot the \"preacher,\" the arrow would've bounced off harmlessly.\n\nAnd before I make my Fluff post\n Nowhere Girl \n Spoiler \nDoes that Teleport provoke Attacks of Opportunity's? And you are teleporting at the base of the Mast of the Other ship. Yeah, you can hide their.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Siric \n ((How can I delete your posts? :p Anyways, Yeah, that got real complicated. I'm going to rule that you shot just a normal Orc because Honestly, if you shot the \"preacher,\" the arrow would've bounced off harmlessly.\n\nAnd before I make my Fluff post\n Nowhere Girl \n Spoiler \nDoes that Teleport provoke Attacks of Opportunity's? And you are teleporting at the base of the Mast of the Other ship. Yeah, you can hide their.\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nYou know, I wasn't sure about that either at first, as I'm still getting used to swordsages myself. 😛 But then I found it on page 39, under \"Concentration,\" fourth paragraph: \"You do not provoke attacks of opportunity when you initiate a manuever or stance unless its description explicitly says otherwise.\" Which nothing in Shadow Jaunt's description says you provoke an attack ... so no. It does go on to point out that if you do things other than initiating the manuever that may provoke AoOs, you still do unless the manuever explicitly states otherwise (for example, if I took a move action that passed through a threatened square before or after using the Shadow Jaunt, that move action would provoke an attack unless I tumbled to avoid it).\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Thoven \n \n Spoiler \nAs you can't understand Orcish, you have no idea what he's saying. Also, you don't know what the book says... although you're certain it isn't magical.\n \n\n Nowhere Girl \n \n Spoiler \nYou've poofed away, leaving the Orcs behind and confused. Back on the other ship, you can see that most of the Orcs on the deck are gone, but you do hear more clamoring from the stairs.\n \n\n\nMister Snow lets out another bolt, one that is quite ineffective. As he walks toward the loosely placed planks, he gets hit by two orcs, who deal a total of 15 damage.\n\nThe Fire continues it's rise up the sail, but the Preacher is unfazed.\n\nThe Paladin smashes another Orc, killing it. He yells out towards Mister Snow, \"Hey, you dieing already?\"\n\nDead Orcs: 6" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Briefly, Seraphina steps from behind the cover of the mast, closing her eyes as she presses the forefinger and thumb of each of her hands together and then \"pulls\" a thin strand of shadowstuff from nowhere. Her eyes snap open, and she whirls and whips the strand up at the crow's nest, aiming for the throat of the preacher orc, before just as quickly flattening herself against the mast again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRanged touch attack (Shadow Garrote): (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n\nOn a successful hit: damage (5d6+3)[ 22 ] (base Shadow Garrote damage plus Insightful Strike damage bonus -- it's not within 30 feet, so I didn't include sneak attack this time) and DC 16 Fortitude Save to avoid becoming flat-footed until the start of its next turn\n\nHide check: (1d20-3)[ 10 ] (applying the 20-point penalty for hiding after a single attack)\n\nStance should still be Assassin's Stance for now.\n \n\n\nEdit: The above assumes Sera can get line-of-sight to the orc's neck from right at the base of the mast. If not, Sera will just ditch her cover and take a move action to get where she can do the attack (skipping the re-hide attempt)." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelms actions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove Action:Thumbtwiddlin\nStandard Action: Drop a fog cloud between the two ships 21 feet above the ramps. Its a 20ft radius burst, and I'm trying to cover as many of the boarding ramps, and as much of their ship as possible. Leaving one foot between the bottom of the mist and the ramps.\n \n Spoiler \n\nA bank of fog billows out from the point you designate. The fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature within 5 feet has concealment (attacks have a 20% miss chance). Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance, and the attacker can’t use sight to locate the target).\n\nA moderate wind (11+ mph) disperses the fog in 4 rounds; a strong wind (21+ mph) disperses the fog in 1 round.\n\nThe spell does not function underwater.\n \n\nThe fire will continue to burn for another 2 rounds.\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nWith a hop and a bit of a jump the bird waddles over behind the preacher, \" Squak? \" In that moment the bird would be replaced with snarling wolf, which lashed out in an attempt to bite through the preacher.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPossible move action to get in place, swift action to go from Aerial Form to Predator Form, standard action to attack.\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Just as Mr. Snow is about to call for help, a bank of mist wraps itself around the boarding planks and seeps over the edge of both ships inner boards and reduces visibility for both orcs. A few feets back on to the boardingplank he had reached just seconds ago and both orcs seem to dissapear before his eyes. Yet he doesn't need to know their exact location to scorch their faces.\n\n \n Spoiler \n1-25 is a failure, 75-100 a succes (1d100)[ 81 ](81) \nif succesfull (2d4)[ 2 ][ 3 ](5) fire damage on both orcs, reflex 15 for half\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Up in the crow's nest, the preacher gets attacked by a wolf, who fails to penetrate his breastplate. The Orc smiles, ready to strike when suddenly, a small line of shadow attempts to kill him. Momentarily stunned from the strike, he recovers from the attack. Moving fast, he grabs the wolf (he's obviously done this before, because his grappling technique is superb, moving in before the wolf was even able to respond with an attack) and tosses him down the mast, which most can't see beyond the fog.\n\n Seraphina and Thoven \n Spoiler \nSeraphina, the Orc looks at you as he tosses the wolf down, but he fails to actually hit you with the wolf.\n\nThoven, you take eight damage as you fall and hit the floor.\n \n\n Everyone Else \n Spoiler \nMister Snow succeeds in killing two more Orcs, as a fog comes down and covers the area. The Paladin smashes another Orc, and the last Orc on the boat comes after the Paladin, but misses.\n \n\n\n(9 Dead Orcs)" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "((Do I have time to take an action before I hit the ground? Swift action to Aerial Form and fly?))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelms next round.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe's gonna move until he finds himself a good seat, and then he's gonna settle in and wait to see what happens\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Tacitus \n ((Do I have time to take an action before I hit the ground? Swift action to Aerial Form and fly?)) \n \n\n((...yes, considering that the whole event, in my mind, should take more than a few seconds...I might make you take a balance check, however, to regain your motion as you fall... Also, since I'm too lazy to check, do you have a limit to the number of shifting you can do... I don't think there is))" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "((No, shifting is an unlimited ability. You give up the diversity of wild shape, ability to cast while shapeshifted even with Natural Spell, and the use of an animal companion for it. Swift action, even from one form to another.))\n\n Thoven \n\nClearly surprised by the orc's actions, Thoven is thrown from the crow's nest in a swift motion of some considerable strength from the orc. As he falls he attempts to change his shape back to that of a bird and catch himself by soaring out over the water to displace his downward momentum.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBalance, if needed: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] No armor check penalty because the armor is absorbed into Thoven's wolf-like body.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Somewhere under the cover of billowing clouds of fog ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSeraphina's already small form shrinks even further, becoming that of an ordinary looking, striped orange tabby. Counting on the concealment the fog provides, she tentatively attempts to begin climbing the mast.\n\nTaking 10 on a Climb check -- total bonus in cat form should be +10 (+4 racial [cat], +6 Dexterity [cats use Dex for Climb checks, and cat form yields +2 more to total Dexterity], so ... a 20 to Climb, assuming the climb doesn't suddenly become rushed and stressful. 😛\n\nSince she's also trying not to be noticed (although I suppose a cat might be ignored anyway), here are the appropriate checks as well, with cat modifiers applied:\n\nHide: (1d20+26)[ 32 ] \n\nMove Silently: (1d20+18)[ 36 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Round 3 Actions. At least I think its 3.\n\nWilhelm\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Ghost Sound.\n\nCreating the sound of 20 men, calling out insults to the orcs, and daring them to come and die. Inside the fog of course.\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "When the sound of two heavy thugs tells him that both orcs have fallen, he smiles broadly and takes a few carefull steps forward again to return to the deck of their own ship (not the orcs, but the human's ship). Ninety degree turn, rapier resting on the edge, hand pushing behind it and running along the board to knock the boarding planks form the board in to the waters below. With his speed he should make it this round to the second boarding plank. This means the middle two planks make a drop down into the sea while the outer most two remain in place." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Thoven \n Spoiler \nYou shift, and make the fly. Currently flying over the waters. You can't see through the cloud of Fog, you can only see the Orc casting a spell.\n \n\n Nowhere Girl \n Spoiler \n You begin you're slow descent up the pole. Two more Rounds to reach the Top. That last round is without Fog, which means that people can see you if they look for you. You see Orcs driving out Goblins via whips. The Goblins start to cross the bridge, and when they began to fall, the Orcs stop their forced advancement for a more careful approach. Above you, the preacher starts casting.\n \n\n Everyone Else \n Spoiler \n\nFrom the Crow's nest, the Orc begins casting a long, drawn out spell.\n\nYou hear the ruckus of Orcs, whips, and falling screams.\n\nThe Paladin kills the remaining Orc on the boat.\n \n\n\n7 Cr .5\n2 Cr .3" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nSoaring out over the water the shape changed gnome banks back to turn and return to the boat, his wings carrying him swiftly. If he can spot a place where he might be able to clearly see the mage as well as keep out of danger he will land and return to the shape of a gnome. If he has time he will hold his palm out before him and run his other hand out over it in a swirling pattern, focusing his mind on the space between his palms. A moment later with a flare of light a flickering flame would build within the space, drawing from his connection with the land beyond the sea.\n\n((Cast Produce Flame. Next round I intend to start hurling flame at that thar orc. 1d6+5 for five rounds worth of flaming touch attacks. XD))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Somewhere in the depths of the fog ...\n\n \n Spoiler \n... Seraphina continues climbing steadily, intent on her prey, ears twisting this way and that to pick up the sounds of the battle below her and the chanting above her, nose twitching as she strains to pick out the scent of the orc she stalks.\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow reaches the boarding plank at the end and knocks that one of too if there is noone on it. If there is somebody on it, I would like a strength check to see if I can force the plank to roll over\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 8 ] strength check just in case somebody is already on it\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Nowhere Girl \n \n Spoiler \nStill Climbing. Next round, Out of Fog.\n \n\n\nAs Thoven flies down, shifts, and appears with fire in his hand, the preacher finished his spell, causing 4 Quasits to appear at once, at which point, they disappeared.\n\nThe Preacher looked down at his flock, and smiled at the fog... and there was almost a chuckle as he realized that a couple of Goblins had fallen to their death... and then he just continued his spell casting.\n\nMister Snow tried to pop another board of to no success. As goblins finally made their way across, pushed forward by whips. Brother Folip made his way to the boards, healing Mister Snow for 10 points before getting ready to strike down anyone who tries to pass." }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nDrawing the flame back he aimed up towards the preacher, hoping this would work just enough to disrupt the vile creature's casting. Thrusting his arm forward and up towards the orc he sent a small spark of flame dancing through the air, reaching up to its target with all the speed the magic could muster.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRanged Touch Attack: (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Enemy ship, in the cloud of fog ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nAs soon as she reaches the top edge of the fog and begins to poke her head out of it, Seraphina tries to circle the mast -- if necessary -- to ensure she's approaching from behind the preacher as she continues up, knowing she'll no longer have any actual cover to rely upon should he happen to look directly down at the mast and that not even a housecat can look very innocuous scaling the mast of a ship in the midst of a pitched battle.\n\nAs an aside, is that fire illusion still going? If so, unless she's entitled to (and makes) whatever save it allows, Seraphina will ... sigh ... switch to her Flame's Blessing stance as a swift action if she's about to come into contact with it. After all, just because I know it's an illusion doesn't mean she automatically does, but she did at least know from the beginning that she could disregard fire for the most part.\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Snow draws his rapier and gives a quick nod to the paladin as a token of apreciation. Whatever it was that was crossing over, they would not make it easy upon them. He saw the trembling of the board as feat had started to move across them. He could not see the cratures yet, but they would have to be somewhere along the line of the board.\n\n \n Spoiler \nready action: sable down any goblin or orc that comes within reach the first\n \n\n\nTo the sailsmen he calls out \"Grab an ore and cover the other boarding plank. Simply knock them into the water by sweeping them from the planks!\"" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelms Round\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ncasting ghost sound.\nThe sound of 20 armored men clanking into the fog, before calling out to the orcs to come and die on they're blades.\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Nowhere Girl \n Spoiler \nFinally, as you climb out of the fog, you can tell the end is near. You're just barely made it into the crow's nest when the preacher finished another spell. He summoned another flying creature that, instead of attacking, went down into the fog. The orc picked up his unholy book, and continued his sermon.\n \n\n\nThe little gnome throws the ball of fire at the preacher, and hits him square in the chest, resulting in his spell failure and severe burns. Or, rather, that's what should have happened. Instead, the flames just wrap around him and disappear. He didn't even acknowledge that he was being attacked.\n\nThe orcs press their wave of Goblins, encouraged by their leader, but fearing the taunts of 20 armored men calling out to the orcs to \"come and die on they're blades.\" This is a bit puzzling, as you do not see 20 armored men near by. However, this is causing the Goblin's that come forward to come forward with their eye's closed in fright, which allows you to easily knock them into the water.\n\nSix of the deckhands, now wielding weapons (short swords and Short bows), appear, disappointed that the bloodthirsty, ruthless convicts did not already kill all the orcs. Not letting that stop them, they come up, ready to fight. They're not about to let some convicts beat the Taladarian Navy at orc crushing. As they get ready to help hold the front line, they instead get intercepted by the group of quasits, who are able to paralyze three of the deckhands. The other three, through their combined efforts, are able to take down one quasit.\n\nThe paladin turns and sees this. Again, he's momentarily stunned... \"How in the Nine Hells... where did they come from! You can't summon monsters anymore!\" He let's the heretical attitude about this whole battle enrage him, and he charges ahead into the quasits, striking down another one, yelling \"You daft fools! You were supposed to stay below deck!\"\n\nThis, however, as allowed a small breach, allowing a couple of Goblin's forth. They open their eyes and grin, shouting back to their \"comrades.\"" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nHe furrows his brow as he takes note of the preacher's apparent disregard for the small tongue of flame tossed at him. Grumbling to himself he shifts back into the form of a bird, the orb of flame dropping to burn within his talons as he lefts from the ground. If any orcs or goblins beside the preacher are in sight he will assault them, otherwise he will move back towards his own boat, throwing the flame at any enemy he can see.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRTA: (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d6+5)[ 11 ] \n38/50 rounds remaining, 28 if thrown.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "High above the battle ...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"Safely\" up in the crow's nest, Seraphina resists the urge to purr as she sees the orcish preacher fully absorbed and just beginning to pick up the sermon again.\n\nHer form quietly shifts and grows behind him, armor and clothing replacing fur, paws becoming hands, and the almost-smile on her formerly feline face becoming a big, impish grin as her fingers tighten once more on her blade.\n\n(Full-round action to shift back to humanoid form, hoping the orc doesn't happen to glance behind him right at this moment. If the illusionary fire at any point convinced Seraphina to switch to her Flame's Blessing stance, she goes back to her Assassin's Stance now as a swift action even if it means risking getting singed, as she knows she has to try to make this fast.)\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow turns his head a bit and frowns when he finds out there actually were those who new to wield a blade. where had they been hiding all this time? And did that morron just order them to go back below deck?! He was going to have a serious talk with that numbskull when this was all over. That is, if they actually were still alive once this was over...\nThen he tries to puncture the first goblin as he appears on the boarding plank from the mist, but misses utterly thanks to the distraction. Oh well, atleast he can fight the critters one by one, or slice them open if they try to pass him onto the ship.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelms Actions\n\nStill Invisible:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm going to slip below deck, and get as close to the Paladin's room as I can in one round.\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Nowhere Girl-The flames are gone. And I'm assuming that turning from a cat into a humanoid would be in fact, quite noisy.))\n\nThoven returns back to his own ship, throwing the flames at another Orc, increasing the mass confusing and panic on their boat. However, behind him, a Yeth Hound gives chase, dealing 8 points of damage. AS Thoven begins his descent, the Hound instead maintains it's height up by the sails.\n\nMeanwhile, Sera emerges up in the crow's nest and turns into her more... civilized form. However, reshaping your bones and flesh is not a quiet matter, and it alerts the Preacher to the intruder.\n\n\"...These disturbances are annoying. You all should be dead.\" As he turns around, his robes turn into a beautifully crafted Full Plate Armour, simultaneously revealing his Orcish Double Axe on his back. \"Fine. If you want to fight, then it makes things easier for me,\" he growls as he pulls off his weapon. He attacks, his axe swiping for her chest twice, the first time barely hitting, the second cutting a little more deep, dealing a total of 15 damage.\n\nThe Orcs below, however, are running out of Goblins to push forward. Confident that their cannon fodder had done their Job, they too began to come across the boat. This provides a problem for Mr. Snow and the Paladin, as he uses his hammer to strike down another Imp. The last one wisely decided to retreat down below. The Paladin looks around quickly... \"well, there's the girl... and there's the gnome... where's the other one?\"\n\n((For a good, Solid Number, we'll say there are Five Goblins and Four Orcs on the Taladarian Boat))\n\n Wilhem \n Spoiler \nAs you descend down to the crews quarters, you hear the flapping of wings and the face of a quasit making it's way down the halls... it switches from common to Abyssal constantly, as such, you can only make out some of the things it's saying... \"... not going to die... took me from... how... home? Can't get back...\" It stops at one of the doors, the only open one within visible range. He slowly alters is shape to a tiny, green toad, and hops inside.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Wilhelm's Action \n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving silently, (1d20)[ 10 ] , Wilhelm is going to move towards the door the quasit entered, and give the room a quick check to determine who's it is. If its anyone but the Paladin's, he's going to close the door and attempt to lock the door.\n\nIf its the Paladin's room, Wilhelm is going to ignore the quasit and slip through the door, searching for the Pain Ball.\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "((Where the hell did the Yeth hound come from? 0.o Was it always there or did I miss a summon...?))\n\n Thoven \n HP: 30/38 \n\nWith wild eyes and a strange squawking sound Thoven glanced back at what had taken a bite of of his tail feathers. He was surprised to find a nasty looking beast he had not seen in the battle before that moment spitting out feathers. He failed in the air and tossed some flame at it, hoping it would either scare it off and wouldn't just make it mad.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRTA: (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d6+5)[ 7 ] \n17 rounds remaining\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Siric \n ((Nowhere Girl-The flames are gone. And I'm assuming that turning from a cat into a humanoid would be in fact, quite noisy.)) \n \n\nOuch. It never occurred to me to think it would, since there's no mention of that, but good to know the houserule for the future. I suppose Sera would probably still have taken the same action ... I guess. 😦\n\n \"...These disturbances are annoying. You all should be dead.\" As he turns around, his robes turn into a beautifully crafted Full Plate Armour, simultaneously revealing his Orcish Double Axe on his back. \"Fine. If you want to fight, then it makes things easier for me,\" he growls as he pulls off his weapon. He attacks, his axe swiping for her chest twice, the first time barely hitting, the second cutting a little more deep, dealing a total of 15 damage. \n\nSeraphina stumbles, crying out as the axe bites deeply into her side, and catches herself on the railing of the crow's nest as the orc looms over her, weapon held high, dripping with her blood.\n\nGrimacing, she tightens her grip again on the hilt of her sword and, as the orc lifts his weapon to strike once more, hisses, \"Not yet.\"\n\nA subtle shifting of her feet, and the tibbit suddenly seems to sidestep completely out of sight somehow, too quickly to follow. Simultaneously, two rapid, sharp strikes dive out at the orc from seemingly nowhere at all.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCloak of Deception as a boost (invisible as Greater Invisibility until the end of her turn), Flashing Sun (gain extra attack, all attacks -2 to hit) as a strike. Kinda desperate here now. 😛\n\nFirst Attack: (1d20+9)[ 26 ] On a successful hit, damage: (1d4+5)[ 6 ] + (2d6)[ 3 ] sneak attack\nSecond Attack: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] On a successful hit, damage: (1d4+5)[ 7 ] + (2d6)[ 10 ] sneak attack\n\nEdit: Oops, I applied the penalty to hit from Flashing Sun but forgot the bonus to hit for being invisible. So unless the orc can see invisible (which totally messes up this whole attack anyway), the attack rolls are actually 28 and 18 respectively, and of course no AC bonus from Dexterity ... so maybe that second one actually hit, maybe.\n\ncrosses fingers\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow tries another kick against the boarding plank to shove it of the edge before the next wave appears.\n \n Spoiler \nstrength check (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n \n\nHe curses a bit and calls out to the paladin. \"See if you can get that boarding plank at the other end of the edge. The less entrance ways they've got, the easier we can hold them of!\"" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Tacitus \n ((Where the hell did the Yeth hound come from? 0.o Was it always there or did I miss a summon...?)) \n \n\n((... yes, and no. Thoven Saw him cast a spell, but he never saw the effect of the spell. This would be the effect.))\n \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Ouch. It never occurred to me to think it would, since there's no mention of that, but good to know the houserule for the future. I suppose Sera would probably still have taken the same action ... I guess. 😦 \n \n\n ((For future notice, if you want to change your action, then, it is plausible to do so. Shouldn't cause to much Havoc, and you are by yourself. To late now though :p))\n\n Wilhelm \n Spoiler \nAs you go into the room, you don't immediately see any signs that this belongs to the Paladin. However, you do see some religious symbols, but you're not sure if they match the Paladin's faith. ((Feel free to make a memory/intelligence check, and/or spend your remaining move action (you didn't do much last round) to confirm that this the Paladin's room.\n \n\n\nThe Yeth Hound gets a burst of fire in it's face... not enough to kill it, and... not enough to scare it. In fact, it's even angrier, but it flies off, nonetheless, towards the crow's nest...\n\nIt's fierce up there, in that confined space. As Seraphina disappears and puts two deep slash marks into the Orc, he grimaces and hesitates. It doesn't last long, and he makes four swipes with his axe, wildly hitting the air, trying to find where she is. Most of them missed, but that last one hit the mark hard, dealing 12 points of damage.\n\nDown Below, the Paladin sees this, and winces. \"And this is why I requested that they didn't make me take a woman. Stubborn girls!\" He hears Mr. Snow shout something towards him, but he disregards it. He smashes yet another Orc in the face, killing him. \"I hope the two of you can not die while I'm gone! It shouldn't be much longer...\" He hustles across the plank across the boat, yelling back \"The crew has something up their sleeve, I know it!\"\n\nA couple Orcs follow him across, into the fog, and the other one goes below deck, leaving the goblins to unsuccessfully attack Mr. Snow. ((Come on, CR .25? They can't do anything!))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nIntelligence Check (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nIf its the paladins room, he's going to search it for the orb.\nIf its not the paladins room, he's going to search it for interesting things\n\nSearch Check (1d20+12)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "(OOC: Good grief ... four attacks? Soaked 48 damage and still going? This is one serious orc. 😦 )\n\n \n Spoiler \nSeraphina stumbles again, eyes wide with disbelief, blood dribbling from her lips now.\n\n\"Not enough ... huh?\" she manages to choke out with a rueful, pained, grimacing half-smile, grabbing at the rail for a moment, then losing her grip and falling to her knees. The words \"sorry, Alton\" pass her lips in a barely audible whisper, and then her face hits the floor.\n\n(15 + 12 ... with my dinky hit points, that leaves me at -1 ☹️ )\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n 30/38 \n\nLooking back Thoven sees his ally fall and banks sharply to fly with all the speed he can up at the crow's nest in an attempt to smash into the orc, hopefully to distract him from Seraphina.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk, I'm going to try something crazy. Flying charge to attack the orc preacher with a talon covered with fire. If I can I'd like to instead use a swift action at the end of my charge to leap on him in the form of a wolf and eat his face. XD\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 13 ] +1 if in wolf form (4 BAB, 1 STR, 1 enchant, 2 charge)\nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] +1 if wolf + (1d6+5)[ 8 ] fire, maybe.\n\nI had totally forgotten his natural attacks have a enchantment bonus equal to 1/4th his level and are considered magic weapons for overcoming DR\n\n6 or 16 rounds remaining.\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Wait... you're flying into him, than shapeshifting into a wolf to bit his face?... I prolly shouldn't be feeding you ideas, but, wanna say you're bullrushing him? ... while simultaneously biting his face?))" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "((No, just a charge and attack as a bird, but if you'll allow a sift action to change into a wolf once he arrives (like, at the last second) I'd prefer that. Thoven is small, so a bull rush isn't a good idea, even if he is charging. If you want to add a bullrush thats fine, but like I said, it'd be at like a +0 check modifier. The main idea is to show up and give a better and hardier target so I can drop a Vigor (not the psionic one) on Seraphina next round to give her fast healing 3 for like 15 rounds.))" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "The Owlbear curses and barks at the goblins, lashing out with his rapier at them in anger.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 21 ] (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n \n\nThe blade runs straight through one of the little buggers, after which the creature is simply swept aside." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Sorry chaps. My apologies for the delay. Oh, and combat is technically over...))\n\nThe Taladarian boat rocks slightly at first, as steam rises from the back end. As the steam grows, the rocking increases, to the point where the goblins on the boat are having extreme difficulty trying not to fall. A plank falls off, leaving only one left connecting the two boats.\n\nBack on the Orc boat, things are getting any better, with Sera unconscious, and Wolf-Thoven facing off against the impressively strong preacher. The Yeth hound still flying around, naturally goes for the limp cat girl, so he can throw around her body, and then maybe bury in the ground. He nabs her on his flight, but is forced to drop her, when he's hit in the head with a small throwing hammer.\n\nShe falls, but no impact is heard from her drop. \"Don't worry about her lad, I got her taken care of!\" yelled from the familiar gnomish voice \"Hurry up though, I think we're leaving soon!\"\n\nThe Orc growls as hears the voice below... \"BY ELNUUJ, you'll not be leaving this day! Abandoned by your gods, your order shall FALL!\" With that, he jumps over the railing of the crows nest, quickly descending down the mast to the deck below him.\n\n Seraphina \n Spoiler \nYou wake up, barely aware of the events around you. The first thing you notice is that you're wrapped in... silk? Through the fog, you can see you're riding on top of a spider, and that the paladin is doing his best to old off another wave of orcs, making their way up the stairs, as the spider is just beginning its cross against the plank. Looking back, you see the furious preacher making his descent down the mast. Judging by the time it took you to get up it, you're almost certain that you'll be gone before he gets down.\n \n\n Wilhelm \n Spoiler \nThe boat rocking back and forth and the slight \"hoorah\" among the crowds, alert you that you might be leaving soon. Knowing this is the Paladin's room, you've begun your search, but you haven't found the orb, just personal affects and paperwork. You've also lost sight of the \"toad.\" ((I'm assuming that you're not completely ransacking the place, but more of a calculated search.))\n " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nAnother series of sickening cracks fills the air as the gnome's body changes shape once again, back to the form of a seagull with talons. As he takes flight he focuses his eyes on the yeth hound if he can see it and slings the flame from between his talons at the fell creature. He'd kill the damn thing yet.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRTA: (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (1d6+5)[ 11 ] \nDuration Expended or 5 rounds remaining. Did I use the fire last round?\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelm\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince I'm still invisible, I'm going to continue searching until I hear someone approaching the door. Now I'm just looking for anything interesting aside from the ball. Diary, love letters, notes from his mother, etc.\nSearch = (1d20+12)[ 17 ] \nListen = (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina looks around, groggily, half-wondering whether she's hallucinating or really alive and crossing between the ships on a spider.\n\nRather than try to wrap her mind around it, she settles back and quietly lets herself be transported." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "The next few scenes were amazing. Thoven engaged in an aerial fight with the Yeth Hound, and won as the Yeth hound died, it's lifeless body falling to the ocean. It's body was soon swallowed by the waters, leaving only a small trail of blood.\n\nAnd then the Monstrous Spider appeared from the Fog, with Seraphina in tow. Behind it was the Paladin keeping the advancing orcs at bay, just barley managing not to stumble off the plank, and just barely managing not to die. He didn't even make it all the way across before the boat started puttering forward. He did manage to make it across, for it took awhile to pick up speed...\n\n...which was also odd, considering there were not winds about. It wasn't too long before the Orcs were left behind, as a barely visible speck. They were traveling at a relatively fast speed, and made it quite far before their was a large explosion. It was contained, but it did cause a few serious injuries. There was also a hole in the ship that didn't cause it to sink, but did cause in awful chill in the night.\n\nThe ship had slowed to a metaphorical snails pace as they crept along, into the darkness. Most of the crew had gathered up their blankets, huddled by a contained and small, magical fire that one of the deckhands had managed to produce with a little bit of struggle.\n\nThe sailors held a service for those that died, and ended it with a prayer. A prayer unanswered. To Gods who had seemingly remained silent. That eerie silence seemed to go with the boat, into the night. There were a few murmurs here and there, random banterings of unimportance.\n\nThat silence was broken when the Paladin came into the room, dragging with him a dead imp. \"How did he get here, and why the hell hasn't he returned back to his plane? How did the preacher summon it?!\" He said as he slammed the imp down on a table with the convicts and the captain.\n\n((Mavian, I'll be sending you a PM soon about your most recent actions))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((OOC: Where's Seraphina at this moment? All magically healed up and active again or in bed somewhere?))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Honestly, feel free to pick. She had 1 HP at the end of Combat. She's rested since then, and there is a ship clinician/doctor. She's by no means \"disabled,\" so it really depends on how she would act.))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((Okay xD))\n\nSeraphina, who's once again a cat, doesn't answer, but she does rub against the paladin's leg, purring, and meow once before hopping up onto the table to sniff curiously at the imp." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow rolls the mug of watery ale between his hands, leaning with his elbows on the table. The block shaped head has sunken deep into the big collar of the grey coat.\n \"All right, first of all, we are not the religious ones around here. Such things are YOUR job to know, not ours. Second, we came here to find this damned artefact of yours, not to play cat and mouse with a bunch of orcs. You want to know whats going on? Fine, grab yourself a lifeboat and row over there. Now get that thing of the table will you? Its unhygienic and I'm trying to get this bulls piss you call ale down my throat.\" " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe strange little gnome is back to his normal self, totally spaced out and swaying in time with the boat. He seems to ignore the fact that there happens to be an imp on the table, or even the fact that anyone else is around save for whoever he thinks he might be talking to, \" So I went digging around the food stores and you'll never guess what I came across. Used my nose, I did. Sniffed out those mushrooms better than any big or boar you'd never seen. They were just the normal kind, but if you let 'em soak in ale for a few hours and soak up all the alcohol you get a damn fine substitute for mushroom wine, though it has a bit more of a kick, albeit in the wrong direction. \"" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " \"Look, just because I kn-\" He stopped mid-sentence to regard his fellow gnome. His eyes slowly avert away from him over to the cat. \"Bumch o' freaks,\" he mutters before putting his hand out before the cat, allowing her to investigate him before he even thinks about petting her.\n\n \"Look, just because I know my religion like a hippie know his drugs,\" he says as he sweeps the imp off the table. Incidentally, it lands into the lap of the captain, who didn't take quite well to it. With a frightened expression, he quickly gets it off him. As the aroma wafts up to his nose, he sprints outside and out of view. The Paladin continues \"doesn't mean I know a thing about how someone could use magic to summon something through supposedly closed off planes! You're a wizard!\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "The man leans back a bit with an irritated expression on his face \"Do I look like the kind of guy who gives a rats ass about where flying little creepers come from? Just because I'm turning grey, doesn't mean I'm some bookworm in an ancient tower! If you have any resources about magics, I can search it for you, but I didn't learn anything by head. Mother didn't exactly have the coins required for any true wizard school. Perhaps the rulers would do well to invest a bit in their subjects education, rather then putting up dangerous sea voyages to regain old trinkets.\" \nAlthough he wouldn't openly challenge the paladin, the sarcasm does most certainly feel as a taunting.\n((with all the skill points he has, the only thing he invested in is knowledge [local] ☹️ ))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina, still purring (for reasons known only to her), notes and memorizes the imp's scent, just in case it should prove relevant somehow, and then turns to sniff delicately at the gnome's outstretched hand, cataloging that scent as well. Another soft meow, and she turns, walks to the edge of the table, and hops off, apparently to go sit and ignore everyone in the room." }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nHe glances over to the paladin with a bleary look, \" Last time I summoned something it didn't come from another place. Maybe he found some devilish things on this plane? Maybe he just created them on the spot, hell if I know. I'm no bloody expert on all your fancy gods or arcana whatchamacallits. Give me some good herbs and a place to rest my head and I'll leave you the hell alone.\" " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Ignoring the gnome and the cat, the Paladin just looks Mr. Snow dead in the eye... \"... yeah, you're right, to a degree. The man the people selected is a bit to religious, even for my standards. Taladar is suppose to be a beacon of hope and freedom for the people. I think some people lost sight of what truly matters when the gods left... But I digress. You've made your choices, and they've led you here. And you will show me some respect, unless... Folip looks around briefly, \"Where the hell is Wilhelm? Was he present at all during the course of the fight?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Of course I was there, where do you think the bleeding fog came from? Or the fire? I get no respect I tell ya, no respect\" \n\nMuttering to himself, Wilhelm is going to trudge up the stairs from below deck and point to the quasits corpse.\n\n \"I was chasing one of those things that went below decks, but I lost it when it got into someone's room. Didn't feel it was right to invade their privacy when we're already so crammed together. You got something to say to me?\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina slinks around the room in typically stealthy cat fashion, doing what all small four-legged animals (even sentient ones) do and waiting for precisely the worst moment to move in front of Wilhelm's legs and rub against them, thereby getting very underfoot.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTotal fluff Hide/Move Silently check, complete with insane cat form bonuses, to not be noticed by Wilhelm until it's too late:\n\nHide: (1d20+26)[ 34 ] \nMove Silently: (1d20+18)[ 34 ] \n😁\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWhat about rolling for the Trip attack!\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Siric \n \n Spoiler \nWhat about rolling for the Trip attack!\n \n \n \n\nROFL! 😁 Are you kidding?? Seraphina's a housecat. She's going to fail. It's not even a deliberate trip attempt, just a cat-person being a cat. xD I figured he'd just sort of stumble or dance around her like I always do when cats get underfoot. 😛" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Oh, what the hell. Okay, -8 for size, -4 for Strength ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nTrip Attack(!!1!):\n\nTouch attack (to successfully rub up against his legs??): (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n\nTrip: (1d20-12)[ -1 ] \n\n(If this trip actually works, you will never ever ever ever hear the end of it, Mavian. 😁\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI don't think I can actually fail, so ha 😁\n (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nStumbling over the cat that had gotten intertwined with his legs, he stubs his shin against the bench and mutters.\n \n\"Bloody cats, always getting in the way.\" \n\nKicking the imps corpse out of the way, he'll sit down beside Throven.\n\n \"I thought people were sayin the couldn't reach the planes. How'd an Imp end up gettin summoned to the Prime?\" " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Yeah, I'd like to know that as well. It makes no since... I have a feeling we'll be seeing that orc again. Oh, and sorry guys, but we don't get to sleep in our beds tonight, we have to guard the giant hole. How about that, huh? Some insane technology...\" At this point, Folip is just rambling on, and begins talking more to the crew than anyone else. He has let you at ease, allowing you to venture the ship as long as you end up on the bottom floor, where the explosion had created a breach in the ship.\n\n((Going done to the hole means resting))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Waiting until the gnome has wandered away, Wilhelm is going to reach into his pockets and place a bunch of papers on the table.\n\nGrinning and whispering to his fellow convicts\n \n\"Well the fight was going on, I took the opportunity to do a little looking around. Seems our paladin friend got this job as punishment for being an idiot. Also, last I checked, there was an imp hiding under his bed.\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \"Not an idiot.\" Snow shakes his head. \"As a way to get him out of sight for a while. I suspect it was his oppinnion of the current ruler that truly deserved him this spot. They just needed an excuse. I am beginning to wonder whether or not they actually expect us to return from this journey. In fact, I am beginning to wonder about it myself. We got lucky this time. If not for Grumpy, we would all be dead by now. You two just got lucky that freaking priest did not call his fellows to beat you down. We are not a strike force. Were a ragtag group of criminals. The cat is flexible, the gnome got some fine moves and mister Sniffer here has some nice illusions. But we are all vulnerable and none of us can really stand a chance in battle on his own. We wanna make it back alive? Then we will have to start working together. No more running off to do your own tricks or stuff like that. If they had swarmed the ship en mass, me and Grumpy would have been dead before the two of you even reached that priest. And without Grumpy, our kitten wouldn't be with us anymore either...\" \n\nThe big guy doesn't yell, doesn't point, doesn't even look up. In fact, his voice sounds soft and actually sad rather then angry. It is as if he isn't judging or convicting, but simply summing up tha sad facts. Perhaps it is, in fact, the absence of anger that bares the most condemning words of all...\n\nThen he finnaly lifts his head. A shadow lies over its eyes. And yet, the face smiles. Not wicked or malevolent or even with pleasure in it. No, just a serene, soft and almost pleasant smile.\n\n \"Lets make sure we make it through this. All of us, together as family. A twisted, malfunctioning and probably even psychotic family, but a family none the less. Do you agree?\" " }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nStill swaying from side to side the gnome was indeed listening, and actually heard Snow in the exact moment he said what he was saying instead of somehow lagging behind. However, he couldn't help but laugh, \" I don't know about getting through this as a family, but I'm willing to dodge death if one of ye will trip it for me. \" He chuckles and crosses his legs in his chair before leaning forward, \" Just don't expect me to not fly away if something wants to eat me, for I am crunchy and taste good with ketchup. \" He pauses, \" What the hell is ketchup? \"" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Flipping through the papers on the table, Wilhelm pulls one out and flips it towards Mr. Snow\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe was in a small group, tracking a wagon or two full of looters, murderers, arsonists, and other foul things. They caught up to the caravan rather quickly, and when they engaged them, the paladins did when the fight, albeit it was a close one. The paladins all survived, but only Folip and a cleric who was tending their wounded were still up and about. Some murderers were still alive, but only two managed to escape on one horse. One of the murderers felt they were being slowed down, so he kicked the other one off as dead weight. Folip's superior officer ordered him to chase down the fleeing criminal. Instead, he tended to the other murderer's wounds, wounds that were fatal even before he was pushed off a horse. The other one got a way. Not that big of a deal, but his officer had a stick up his bum, made a big deal of his order being directly disobeyed, and got him this as punishment. The author of the letter comments on how he does find his compassion to even criminals great, he needs to learn proper respect for the voice of authority, and even hints that the health of criminal is never a concern.\n \n\n \"Here's his official reprimand.\" He digs in pile again for a moment, pulling out another sheaf of papers, \"And here is his actual orders for the mission, if you guys want to know what we're getting into. I also got a nice little dossier on our 'family'\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Dwarf contact, a merchant and ambassador by the name of T'nacrim, is supposed to 'help' the negotiations. Force might be asked for, hence the criminals. If the artifact has anything to do with smashing gates or keys, the paladin is not required to return. If it's really important, he's not required to check in\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "When mister Snow holds the first paper closer, since he hasn't got his reading glasses on him, he smiles and nods. Punishment for having a mind of his own. He is okay.\nWhen he picks up the second parchment, the smile swiftly fades away and a dark and angry shadow takes its place.\n I knew it. Those bloody bastards deserve to be severed from the gods! Well, what ever this artifact is, we will obtain it and deliver it just as we promised. And if they don't want the dwarf to return to them, all the better. In fact I think it would be best if NONE of us would make the journey home to deliver the \"package\" in person. Wilhelm, can you put the papers back where you found them whitout the dwarf knowing about it? And I suggest we let the pain ball issue rest for now. We will go allong with the mission as we signed for. I will try to talk some sense in the dwarf in a civilized way. I believe we might be able to convince him to see things our way. By the end of this mission, I promise you all, we will not only regain our freedom, but also claim some wealth and revenge on the authorities who put us into this mess. But first, we need to do something about that hole. You guys do what your good at, I'm going to check the damage. \n\nThe Owl stands up and walks of to check on the damage in the hull of the ship." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina, who was in the process of returning to humanoid form, pokes her head in abruptly to pick up and read the papers herself. Her expression darkens, too, as she reads.\n\n \"But that's stupid! So what's the big deal that he stopped to help?\" Mockingly, hands at her cheeks and eyes wide with \"horror,\" she adds, \"Oh no, he didn't follow an order! Oh, the world is going to end! Oh, alas!\" \n\nShe rolls her eyes and throws the paper aside in disgust. \"Stupid!\" \n\nDarkly, and sounding as though she's really only half-kidding, she adds after a moment, \"Hunh, we oughta get the artifact an' then make sure they can't have it.\" " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Mr. Snow \n\nYou eventually make you're way down to the source of the explosion. It's quite a sight, as a plethora of burn marks and bits of metal is sprawled out across the room. Near the wall, or rather, where the wall should be, is a large mechanical device, obviously the source of the explosion. Largely complicated, and unsure what it's purpose is, it's definitely technology from Yolinchet. This is confirmed when you see a small halfling woman crawl out from underneath it.\n\n\"Infernal Engine! Why do they always blow up!\" She looks around for something, until she looks under the engine, at which point she pulls out a board, parchment, and a pen. Continuing her inspection, she wrights furiously on the parchment, apparently not even noticing your presence as you stand in the archway." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow lets out a small cough to make his presence noted in order not to startle the woman.\n \"Pardon me for asking, but explosives have always interested me. Could you spare a moment to enlighten me about what this machine does and how he does it?\" \nThe Owl looks at the contraption with fascination and rubs his chin as in thinking. He never had much knowledge about mechanics, but if it is capable of blowing such impressive holes... That is always an interesting subject!" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Mr. Snow \n\nThe small halfling jumped slightly at his voice. But once she heard the request, a big smile came over her face. Halflings always like talking.\n\n\"I don't know how much you'll be understand, so, I'm just going to jump into this. In Laymen's Terms, we use coal to heat the boiler, boiler and steam to turn the wheel, the wheel to turn the gears, the gears to turn the paddlewheel, which then pushes the boat forward.\" Frustration begins to fill her face. \"We don't know why it explodes. It does nice and fine until it hits a nice speed, at which it explodes. I have a theory, involving...\" at this point, she forgets you're there, and begins uses words, phrases, equations that, at this point, makes since to no one but her.\n\n Mavian \nOut of the corner of your eye, you see the Paladin, making his way back to the table..." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Nodding to himself, Wilhelm quickly sweeps all the papers into a pile and stashes them in his pockets.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSleight of Hand: (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n \n\n \"Well hello again, what brings you up on deck again? I was just heading down to look at this hole we've developed.\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow mumbles to himself as he lets the theory of the machine sink in.\n A contraption that paddles on its own, driven by heated water. Ingenious! A row boat can make good speed, but it is slowed down by the fact that the move is not continuous and that the rowers go tired. But why does it blow up when it is making up speed? Steam on itself is not explosive, nor are coals. It should not blow up. But then again, an explosion is a rapid expansion of air. You can blow up a container from the inside out simply by cousing a strong enough shock wave. A pressure wave... PRESURE! The very fact of causing strain! A rower training its muscles and perfecting its technique can go faster then an averag rower. But he can push himself only so far before the water he needs to move to make himself get up to speed becomes to much to push himself further. No matter how strong he trains his muscles and how long he trains on his technique, there comes a point where the water becomes just to much of an uphill pressure to gain any more speed. If he forces himself to go beyond that point, he will break down his arms because his body can not handle the stress. THAT is what is causing the machine to explode! The water he moves when he reaches up to speed becomes so much of a pressure that it presses the gears and wheels propelling the paddle wheel out of their line up. The machine locks up and the steam pressure builds up so high that the container can no longer hold it!\nIf you want to push the machine further, you will have to reinforce the container so it can stand higher pressures and you must redesign the hull of the ship so that it can cleave the water like a knife, or even better, have it lift itself over the water to lessen the drag the water is causing. Yes find a way to make the ship move through the water more fluidly and strengthen the container that builds up the pressure and the machine will be able to opperate at much higher speeds! \nThen he suddenly seems to remember something and offers out his hand\n Forgive my bad manners. They call me Mr. Snow. " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"My rescuer!\" Seraphina squeals, immediately glomping onto the paladin's arm, \"coincidentally\" making an enormous distraction of herself. \"I never got to thank you for saving my life,\" she purrs, planting a big kiss on his cheek, on the side nearest Wilhelm, so that the gnome won't be able to look directly at the trickster human for at least a few moments unless he actually shoves her off of him." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Wilhelm\n\nStanding up Wilhem exaggerates a yawn and rubs at his eyes.\n\n \"I do believe the battle with the pirates has strained my magical abilites to the utmost. I'm going to go see if we can do anything about this hole so I can can get some sleep tonight to replace them.\" \n\nNodding slightly to Serphina, Wilhelm bows to the Paladin before disappearing down the stairs towards the hole in the bottom of the boat." }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe gnome seemed to have fallen asleep in his chair.\n\n((I'm a bit busy. Work hit me like a ton of bricks and my back still hurts two days later. >.< ))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Mr. Snow \nThe little one rejects the hand at first. \"Aye, but the more you reinforce it, the heavier it gets! We designed on for a warship, now that, that's a beut. And it doesn't blow up! Expensive as hell though. Not quite ready for the market. This, this was supposed to be a smaller, cheaper version of the previous one, but as you can see, it's.. explode-ish.\" She looks down at the clipboard, \"Mr. Snow, eh? Ah, you're supposed to be a dangerous one... and I'm supposed to formally offer you a job. Someone of you're... creativity and recklessness is of high interest to my superiors. You just need to get done with this... business first.\"\n\n Everyone else \nWilhelm swiped his hand across the table, grabbing all but one sheet. Luckily, through the combined efforts of Seraphina's dramatic action, and Thoven's snoring, the paladin didn't seem to notice Wilhelm go for that last sheet.\n\nAs Wilhelm began to leave, Folip began muttering a few words, causing his Monstrous Spider to appear. The spider begins to carry Thoven down below deck.\n\nQuickly after, the Paladin runs up to Wilhelm. \"That's what I wanted to talk to you about! Look, once we couldn't summon our mounts, do to the planes closing off, some of our Archmages made a demiplane that acts as a... stable. It's rather complicated process on how we acquire our new mounts... That's not the point. Could you think of something like this happening? Could the Orc have found (or created, but I doubt that), a demiplane that allowed him to summon... or something? It still doesn't make since why they wouldn't return...\"\n\nAs the paladin rambles on, Wilhelm sighs subtly. He'll have to distract the paladin somehow, or return the papers before everyone's quite awake." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Well, I'm not as knowledgeable on the field of the planes as some scholars, but if your asking my opinion on the matter, I'll answer you to the best of my abilities. As we all know, Orcs are stupid, vile, and completely lacking in the mental faculties that would allow them to even conceive of such a demi-plane, let alone construct one out of their own meager-spellcasting abilities. I'd have to say, and you must take this with a grain of salt, as I've been out of the field for quite awhile, that is my learned opinion that the orc's summons were most likely the by-product of some pact made with another group of people to establish an alliance with the demons who dwell in the abyss.\n\nAs for why the creatures did not return to their own fell plane upon their demise I can offer nothing, unless the orc did not summon them with one of the more commonly used spells of the summoning variety. I have heard, but not seen you understand, of some archmages making deals with either celestial or abyssal powers to achieve some end, but normally these casting require an amount of intelligence and will far beyond what your common variety orc can achieve.\" \n\nHe stops for a moment, and feigns having a spontanous flash of brilliance.\n \n\"Of course... it all make sense now.... that orc we faced was no orc, but instead the servant of some dark power that had been banished from his plane for some reason, merely taking the form of an orc to persuade us that it was more harmful then it really appeared.\" He turns to Seraphina and gasps, \"My word, you have just tangled with a fiend of hell and come away alive, not many people have the ability to say such a thing\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nBluff Check (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \nWatch it be a one,\nOr a two, that was the other option mutters\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: (1d20+11)[ 18 ] (or, God forbid, Sera might believe it herself ...)\n \n\n\nSeraphina, completely losing herself for a moment in Wilhelm's lengthy explanation, goes wide-eyed for just a moment when he offers up his \"revelation\" to her, then catches a subtle eye movement that tells her he's being somewhat less than honest.\n\n \"Wait, but I ... I mean, come to think of it, I guess it did smell a little like brimstone ...\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "And since that was a lie ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nBluff: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow shrugs. Its always good to know people have interest for your skills. But that does mean they had to survive this trip first and one of the reasons why it was them here instead of a battalion was because their employers did not expect them to survive the trip. Or at least that several soldiers had allredy died for this or similar missions. To cut things short, \"getting done with this business\" was a pretty high requirement.\n\n \"So, we have any spare wood to seal this hole with?\" " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " Engine Room \n\n\"....seal the whole?! If you do that, do that without messing anything up. This room technically belongs to Yolinchet, and some guys get really... scary about details.\" With that, she finally shakes Mr. Snow's hand, palming a small, blank, rectangular card, whispering \"The information appears at will... it's quite a lot...\"\n\nAs she walked off, the Paladin, Seraphina, and Wilhelm walk in, mount and gnome not to far behind. He constantly looks at the two of them, believing one but not the other. \"Bah. Demon lord... Hmph.\" Not really saying is opinion on the matter. \"So, we covering this hole or what? I really don't think there's any spare wood besides furniture!\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mr. Snow frowns at the statement. Actually, he frowns at all the statements! First of, if they are so sensitive about this room, why the hell build an unstable machine in it that can blow holes through thick hull planks. What the hell was supposed to be \"appearing at will\" on this card? Although he does believe it best to subtle slide it into his pocket when he hears the others approach... And now this!\n \"What kind of captain doesn't think of bringing some spare material for emergency fixing? Hell I rarely even set foot on a ship before and even I know that there are allways some mishaps aboard these floating coffins! Any ways, I wasn't planning on sitting 'hole-duty' for the rest of the trip. Lets see what we can spare... I suggest we use one of the ** \" \n\n\n\n*= if the wall the hole is blown into is pretty much flat, he suggests using one of the doors for spare wood. If the hole is in a more curved part of the ship, he suggests dismantling one of the live boats." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((I just thought I'd explain one thing. They want the room untouched, because as scientists (Ish), they want to analyze every part of the room, and study every little bit. They can compare it to other explosions, and measure its severity, to see if they are closer or further from there goal. shrug))\n\n \"Wood on a boat? Honestly? That's ridiculous. One doesn't have time to make repairs on a boat! You either Fight or sail! That's the way of the sea! But, Aye, doors should work just fine lad. Here, I'll give ya a hand.\" \n\n((There's no need to progress this further, if we want to jump to the doors being sealed, and turning in for the night shrug*))" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": "Thoven\n\nThe gnome, he sleeps.\n\n[/imherepost]" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "((Hey, if doing some emergency repairs enables us to go to bed at the end of the day, then screw the scientists! Taking a 16 hour shift is already bad enough, they are most certainly not going to add hole-guard duty to the list of jobs to be done on the ship. Besides, in bad weather it could actually cause the ship to make so much water it would actually tip over... Seal it and go to sleep is what I would do.))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Seraphina cheerfully goes along with the plan -- doing her level best to make the guys do all of the actual work, though. \n\nThen ... sleep!" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Using Unseen Servants to do his part of the job, Wilhelm leans against the side of the deck and yawns, before heading off to sleep." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((Check out the OOC.))" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "((I guess this constitutes as the second session))\n\nThe night went by rather slowly and uneventfully. As the morning rolled by, the ship began to roll into port. The port, for the most part, is just a dock with a road that leads to a tunnel. As soon as all of you are ready to depart, the paladin leads you down into the tunnel, which branches off into more tunnels, each with a dwarven designation. As the Paladin navigates his way (he's obviously been here before), you see a map of the tunnels. The map's large enough to view the entire system, but as you take a glance at the scale, you noticed that it's an insanely detailed map of just one 'sector.'\n\nIt wasn't too long until Folip brought you to a closed ticket booth guarding the entryway to a transit. \"Humpf. Looks look like we missed our ride. Onwards! to the local inn!\"" }, { "author": "Tacitus", "message": " Thoven \n\nThe less well collected of the two gnomes waddles along in the back of the group with his eyes much too wide. He's not terribly interested or shocked by anything he sees but seems to simply have his eyes open much too wide for his own good. Were one to look they might find dilated pupils and bulging veins across his sclera as he examined the walls. As he walks he reads each and every sign that he passes by out loud in giant simply because its a much better way to pass the time than one would otherwise. Within his rambling he mixes in a single sentence in dwarven, \" These dwarves would have a much higher revenue if they exported mushrooms to other people. I think a great many people would enjoy mushrooms that could be built in some of these tunnels. What? Stop looking at me like that. Corridor 12b-west Smitherson. \"\n\nHe continues until they arrive at one might suspect to be their intended destination, speaking in Sylvan, \" Can't we just wander past the crazy booth? I don't like booths. They aren't natural. If I were a crazy man I'd burn the booth. How the hell am I supposed to find good things to brew with in a damn booth? \" He then shifts to Gnomish, \" Inns too. Nearly as bad as booths. Where the hell are we... \"" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \"Figures... I thought you dwarves were renown for your patience and all... Must have been mistaken with elves then. Lets grab a bear then. You know how to contact your man?\" \nOwlbear shifts the load on his back a bit and his face shows a tormented glance.\nThe old man may be strong and heavy build, but he is still an old man. His back had begun to feel sore as it has been a long time since he last had made such a journey, let alone with full package.\n \"I hate sea-faring, tunnel-walking and bad coordination.\" \n \"Yeah well, atleast its something different. If I remember correctly, you also hated being in prison, eating old bread and the stench of your room-mate.\" \nThe black bird replied.\n \"Maybe, but atleast the bread and scruff-face were easily dealt with, with a few coins in the right pockets.\" " } ]
[ { "author": "Altharis", "message": "One dark generic 24-hour time unit in the Underdark (The Underdark doesn't have a sun, remember?), Ez-a'liar'kdan Rualec, a little known drow cleric of the Rualec house, was formulating a spell. This arcane working, complex in its nature seemed to indicate \"taking intelligence and power from Lolth's aspect of the Cat\" (a lesser known facet of Lolth's domain). However, as the magical nexi started humming with power, she realised, though much too late, that she had accidently reversed the spell incantation! In this form, it would serve to give power to \"Lolth's aspect of the cat\"! The last thing she ever did, before her intelligence and power were sucked away, was look down at her cats, whose eyes were glowing with an unholy light...\n\n((Start game!))" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " Caterwallus \n What a strange, strange feeling... I NOW HAS POWERZ!!! And a yearning for CHEEZEBURGUR! \n\nMaybe I can even TAKE OVER TEH WORLDZ! " }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": " Wat a buz... I is felin vry smrt. teh worldz are all belong 2 me. I's goin 2 make shure dey all knows dat. " }, { "author": "Eerie", "message": " Bitey \n\nLooking around in shock, as the vision of himself on a throne, the world beneath his feet, fades.\n\n \"I is overwhemld. Mast eet breakfazt first...\" " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " Caterwallus \n \"Breakfazt?\" He jerks his head toward the unfortunate drow cleric. \"Mebbe is tasteez?\" " }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": "A big, black cat that you swore wasn't there a moment ago opens his golden, gleaming eyes.\n\n I think, zerefore you aren't. Bitchez. \n Now, seriously, why these bipedal meatbags speak so funny, like I do now? Are they mad, or something? \n Oh, rightz. Zey ar bitchezzz. \n When do we ztart wuss-slapping zem? " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " Caterwallus \n\nTo the big black cat: \"We startz now.\" Caterwallus moves a safe distance from the dazed drow and says, \"FAIL, BITCH!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] (Ranged touch, +5 DEX, +2 size)\n Damage - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "Your bolt of black energy lances into the drow cleric's corpse , blasting a small chunk of flesh of its rotting, decomposing body." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " Caterwallus \n \"Ugh. DO NOT WANT. Letz hunt fer fud.\" Caterwallus starts searching around the room for anything tasty or otherwise interesting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(( In all fairness, you never actually said the cleric was dead... just that her intelligence and power was sucked away))\n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "((Oh okay, sorry about that. I kinda assumed that you guys would take it as if she had been Int, Wis and Cha poisoned to zero. That is, effectively dead. I also had a pretty vivid mental image about it.))\n\nYou are in the Magic Laboratory of your late ex-mistress's mansion. anything vaguely edible here would not be good for you." }, { "author": "Eerie", "message": " Bitey \n Okay, catz. We needz a plan. I propoz:\n1. Findzing something for breakfazt.\n2. Start taking ovar the world.\nAn lez get outa here, it stinkz. \n\nBitey starts to move towards the closest door." }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "I liek plann.\n\n*heads faor door as well\n\n\n\"((Dosn't Int, Wis, an Cha 0 leave her alive?))" }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": " Your planz lackz important pointz, such az\n4. Profitz, and\n3. Whatzever it takez to takez zem.\n\nOtervize, lokz gud. For you, anyvayz. " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " Caterwallus \n \"Yes. Brekfazt gud beforz takingz ovur wurldz.\" He follows the others out of the door, making sure to stay near the rear." }, { "author": "Eerie", "message": " OOC: Altharis, could you describe what we see around and where we can go? " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "((Sure thing Eerie, sorry about not doing it before. And yes, Int, Wis, and Cha at zero means that she is technically alive, but having so much life energy drained out of her caused a system shock and she had a heart attack. Enough about the specifics.))\n\nThe room, being the old magic laboratory that your pet drow (Cat's think of humans as their pets. Get some and you'll see.) never let you play in, is a largish room, still filled with multi-colored smoke from the spell. Jars upon jars of preserved magical components, and books upon books of forgotten lore are piled upon the shelves. Strange glass instruments and metal tongs litter a bench. A giant cauldron sits in the centre of the room. There is a set of stairs going upwards, that leads to an oaken door. There is another, closer (and consequently, the one you're heading towards), door. It is large, and made of iron. It is covered in blood, spikes, and.....eggcartons? It appears unlocked." }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": "[whispers]\n\nAre we there yet?" } ]
[ { "author": "Kioran", "message": " First Landing, 06:15, Day 211, Year 82 CE \n\nThe sun had just risen on the horizon, an orange band of light painting the sky and the spartanic approach to the the orbital elevator. On the tarmac and concrete ground before it, a small number of people had assembled - another two platoons of volunteers, stacked neatly in twelve ranks, which were three deep each. Before the platoon stood Major Graham Hershel of the First Landing City Defense Corps, on a small podium, flanked by a honor guard of 4 smartly dressed soldiers\n\n \"I greet you all, and thank you for the service to the colony you have entered into. It is a thing of honor in this time of need, and we all, at home, wish you all good luck and godspeed. We all hope for your safe return, and would have liked to stage a greater display of your departure, but with the enemy looming at the gates....Well, ladies and gentlemen, the Cabin has arrived, and it´s best to get going...\" \n\nThe Officer was at a loss for words. Some might have expected a better sendoff, fanfare and ceremony. But not only the urgency of your deployment had eroded the pomp and glory off the first ceremonies, it was also the fact that this had been going on for weeks, one contingent every 15 hours.. And now, it was your time to go.\nThe wind howled over the open field, chilling in the cold morning air, ruffling your hair and coats. With a pneumatic hiss, the large doors of the lift cabin opened, and a signal blared. And then, in lockstep, the columns of recruits marched, into the belly of the beast......\n\n Meanwhile, 40.000 kilometers above \nThe surroundings were, as usual, dimly lit. In the other bed, across the room, petty officer Warnke slept, like a stone. A strange wariness has comeover the station, like an oppressive fog. Everyone was expecting another attack, and no one knew when it would come. In an effort to remain rested and calm, there was still the normal shift plan in effect, with everybody going on with business as usual.\nOnly not quite. Paranoia was on the rise. Maybe there was reason to be glad to be in a two-man NCO-room - less chance for someone waking you through obsessive weapon cleaning, excercise, or other activity.\n\n Two minutes later, in the cabin \nThe interior of the skylift cabin was sparsely furnished, not one of the passenger cabin ordinarily in use. Someone had attached four rows of seats with the normal 5-point seatbelts to the maglocks on the walls, and a small cabinet stuffed with beverages had been affixed in the middle of the room, but apart from that, nothing else in the grey polymer environment seemed made for human passengers. And indeed, shortly after you had boarded, technicians had loaded and strapped in a load of crates on the right wall. And now you were here.\n\n \n Spoiler \nClarfication: Everyone except for Celine is on the cabin, alongside 61 others. (ASCII sketch below). Celine is in her bunk on the skyhook. Feel free to talk or explore.\n\n......________......\n..../''''''''[..]''''''''\\.....\n.../''....000.....''\\...\n...\\''....000....#/...\n.....\\____###/....\n\n''' = Passenger seats\n0 = \"Pantry\" Fixture\n# = Crates\n[..] = Entrance door\n\nThe cabin is rougly 50m37m\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nWiedhurst cleans her gun, helmet retracted into the space suit. It took a short while to get on again, even with lithe reflexes and training. Finishing up she gets up, walks to the door and enters the hallway.\nThe people arriving today would be here.\nSmile and nod forwards, maintain an open posture, make light eyecontact." }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nA young man, dressed in a thick, bright yellow Armored Patrol uniform, looks around somewhat uncertainly. As he stepped into the cabin a moment ago, he had to move a bit to the left, to accommodate the heavy combat helmet that he held under his right arm.\n\nPutting his helmet on, he straps himself in right beside the door." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nAnd maybe if they were nice you would lean a bit extra forwards, time it well for your verbal acknowledgements to hit the right beat. Let the light catch the light in your soul at a sixty degree angle.\nMaybe AP rounds would reflect off Beckett's eyes the same way. She was still hoping to meet him." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nThe young man sat patiently upon one of the benches, his personal rifle leaning placidly against his shoulder. With his dark, green eyes he calmly observed the storage cabin he and several dozen others now occupied.\n\nAt his side rested his medical bag, a constant companion since his days as a floater. Most of his remaining belongings were packed in his carry-on bag that had been shuffled somewhere when everyone had loaded into the ship. He'd have to remember to look through it later.\n\nSeveral of the new recruits looked quite nervous, some seemed carefree, while others remained focused and ready. It reminded him of days long past, when he and his allies would prepare for combat against rival ships. He could only wonder how long he would last when the battle broke out. It had been several years since he had experienced any form of combat at this scale." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Skyhook cabin, 06:21 \n\nThe people around showed a variety of different reactions. Some came here in groups of friends or comrades, audibly chatting with each other. Others sat their alone. Most were busy strapping themselves in, even though the ascent was scheduled with an acceleration of 3 meters per second. Signs, evenly spaced along the wall of the cabin and located in about 2 meters height, gently glowing in orange, advised people to sit down, and clock was running a short countdown. 208 seconds remaining....\nBarely eight days after the beginning of the emergency training, you´re out for your first foray. A variety of people, many young people from First landing or it´s environs, but also dour faced people from the outer reaches and mining town. Standing out from the crowd, however, is an athletic woman, dressed in what looks to be a highly developed combat spacesuit, with long red hair tied in a knot behind her head, lloading and charging a, too most of you, exotic energy rifle of sorts.\n\nJeffrey\n \n Spoiler \nShe seems to be a floater, since that rifle is a floater Chem laser, even though she seems to be from another ship. Note the fact she does, in fact, wear a combat suit.\n \n\n\nAlexander\n \n Spoiler \nYour neighbour, a slight blond guy, who, despite his best efforts to look snappy, looks like an out-of-place accountant, turns around to yu, awkwardly beginning conversation:\n \"Hi....are you as nervous as I am? I forgot my travel pills, you know. And to think we´ll be in here for 7 hours before we arrive......\" \n \n\n Meanwhile, on the Skyhook \nThe hallway is almost empty of people, and not too brightly lit. For two thirds of the crew here, it was considered night-cycle. About a hundred meters down the corridor, you can see the Bend, a sort of square at one of the six corners of this corridor, bending around the Hexagonal shape of the station. The food courts and commissaries, as well as batteries of elevators, were located there.\nDown the other way were the lavatories and squad bays, rooms with 8 inhabitants each, almost all in use and crowded since the recent influx of recruits from the surface. Everyday, about a hundred new ones arrived, for what were now almost two weeks in a row. Command was fighting confusion and red tape, and new squads were assigned and platoons formed. Commanding officers barely knew their people, and you were supposed to have new ones arrive in a few hours....\n\nA maintenance technician was moving along the corridor, towing a tool trolley behind him. His movements are awkward, with his pistol holster occasionally digging into his right leg. Another reminder that this, in fact, wasn´t business as usual." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Celine \n\n\" Hi .\" Deici exits her room with a light gait as she loads her sniper rifle.\n\" Is your safety on ? I ' m off duty so I can help with whatever yo u ' re doing \" she offers with a friendly smile and ready hands." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nAs he looked about the room Jeff noticed the woman distributing rifles. Stirring from his repose, he began to take stock of the situation.\n\n A female floater, in a combat suit? From what I was told most if not all floater women work with the engines. It's good to see some breaking away from those stale old traditions. I wonder if she used to work on one of the ships... \n\nNow wasn't the time to let his mind be distracted by such thoughts. He had to focus on what was to come. He'd have time to think about what a fellow floater was doing here later. At least, he hoped he'd have time later. Shrugging his rifle over to his other shoulder, he allowed him self to relax a little. Becoming tense or nervous right before a possible battle wouldn't help anyone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm gonna refrain from posting in the OC thread until Sucrose and Carusan get their character information up. That way everything can be on the first page. 🙂\n " }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nAlex flashes a reassuring grin; it looks like the fellow needed some support.\n\n \"Yeah, I suppose I am. I've been in mech combat before, but if we fight, it'll probably be quite a bit different than subduing lunatics with delusions of grandeur.\n\nCan I get you something to settle your stomach? Maybe some ginger ale?\" \n\nAs he finishes, Alexander begins unbuckling his seatbelt, and looks toward the beverage area, where he spots the lady in the spacesuit.\n\n That's a heck of a piece she's carrying...what's she need that for inside of a mecha? \n \n Spoiler \nOh, right. Sorry; somehow, I had it stuck in my head that we'd just use the recruiting thread.\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift cabin, 06:22 \n\nHalf of the people are, at this point, firmly strapped in, the belts holding them down. Others are still chatting, prancing around or goofing off. Meanwhile, the women in the spacesuit checks the readouts of her rifle, before, once again, deactivating it and stripping what looks to be the power cell.\nGradually, you hear a faint hiss as the door seals pressurize, and the countdown on the displays went into the final 20 digits.\n\nAlexander\n \n Spoiler \n \"Maybe you shouldn´t...\" Jermaine starts, \"the lift is about to start. But thanks for the thought\" Jermaine nervously muttered\n \n\n Skyhook \n \"Hmmm....you might wanna go easy on that, you being armed and stuff\" the technician said, moving along, his trolley behind him.\nThen, suddenly, a noise distracts you, a commotion breaking out in one of the near squad bays - shouts and some sort of argument breaking out." }, { "author": "Carusun", "message": " Carus \n\nCarus had been in a bit of a daze. The past few weeks had gone by so fast, and now, here he was; ready to go up practically into orbit. All of his nerves had congealed into a ball of pure rottenness in the pit of his stomach, that only loomed larger as the countdown continued.\nClosing his eyes, and breathing calmly and deeply, he slowly replaced the ball of nerves with a ball of steel, focusing his will on what needed to be done. No longer will he be known as 'the crippled miners son', he will forge his own name, and his own path.\n\nFinally, as he just got his nerves in control, he opened his eyes, unbuckled his seatbelt, and wandered over to the beverage counter. Giving a nod and a half smile (that only partially concealed his recent attack of nerves) to the guy already there, he began browsing the list of available supplies.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry bout the delay in my posting; Final Year project being time-consuming :P I will try to make at least one post a day though, or at least give warnings if I can't be around for a while...\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nCeline smiles back acknowledgement and veers off behind him, entering the squadbay.\n\n\" Attention !\" she yells into the room, a few decibels over their voices.\n\" Does a conflict need to be resolved ?\" like a little officer telling grown men to be quiet. Her helmet quickly seals off her visage, a glimpse of straightish platinum hair with red streaks and winter blue eyes, leaving the infantry with a shaded visor to respond to.\n\nScanning the squad bay efficiently she takes in most of the picture.\n\nAwareness (1d10+18)[ 24 ] \n \n Spoiler \nI might not have access for a week or more, but it is probably ok. I'm in Australia and going north.\n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n 20... 19... 18... , Jeff silently counted as the digits counted down. As the numbers descended his excitement rose, this would be his first time at the skyhook. First time in space for that matter.\n\nAffirming that his maglock strap was securely fastened, he resumed his wait. His hands slightly shook nervously in anticipation. Seeing another floater had taken off some of the edge he had felt earlier. Not all members of the CG or UFL looked kindly upon floaters after all, which was understandable if one looked at the history of some of the ships, like Throne of the Void or Glory . Most people who recognized him as a floater would assume he was a theif, inbred, or worse. With so many people from different walks of life he knew that trouble was possible.\n\nLately things hadn't been bad. Joining the military had abated most of the usual presumptions and insults. Most people were too worried about the roiders to be concerned about a floater nowadays anyway.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKioran, let me know if the above is off-base. I based it off some floater history from the recruitment thread.\nTheif: First floaters stole colony ship.\nMurderer: Glory ship that bombarded Gliven.\nInbred: Floater lack of a semblance to marriage.\n " }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nAs his seatbelt comes off with another fifteen seconds or so left, Alex stands up, and begins walking toward the beverage cube.\n\nPicking out a proper drink just as the countdown comes to an end, Alex assumes Kimarse stance, lowering his center of gravity enough to avoid being knocked down as his weight is functionally increased by a third.\n\nGripping the edges of the seats to his left, he manages to get back to his seat in with long, low steps, and buckles himself in. Turning to his new friend, Alex smiles and says,\n\n \"I appreciate your concern, but it's only another third of a g, Jermaine. Now, will this help you, or shall I drink it myself?\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Orbital Elevator cabin, 06:23 \n\nSuddenly, the cabin lurched into motion, the powerful magnetic rail holding it acclerating it almost as fast as car on the ground. The massive polymer cabin jumps forward. The acceleration suddenly presses you into your seats with some additonal weak, but noticable force. A group of people, who had been animatedly playing a game of sorts in one of the corners suddenly fell into disarray as the unexpected force made some of them stumble and fall.\nNot a few grins or smiles could be seen at that, while others looked around with pale faces, while the unfortunate ones on the floor slowly got back to their feet. Still, the cabin sped up, climbing faster and faster. And then, windows appeared in the cabin - large parts of the opaque walls suddenly becoming transparent. Around you, you can see the vista streaking by, and the city below receeding into the distance. The displays on the wall now showed the speed - 453 km/h and climbing...\n\nFisher\n \n Spoiler \nA few seats to your left, you can barely overhear the floater woman whisper: \"....beatiful\" and briefly see a short look of genuine wonder on her face before she lapses into normality again.\n\nTo your right, a young man with short, but unruly curly hair, having a dandy air, climb into the previously unoccupied seat on your other side, casting you an apologetic look as he straps in\n \n\n\nSucrose\n \n Spoiler \n \"Oh thanks.....\" Jermaine begins to say, just seconds before the lift starts up, the sudden acceleration affecting your balance - or not?\nOOC: Sure - make a TN(=Target Number) 10 Reflex Check to avoid stumbling. Easy 😎\n \n\n Skyhook \nA small circle of people had formed around two soldiers who had been involved in a shouting match, only moments away from a fistfight. But suddenly, everyone turns to the door, the seven men at least assuming a semblance of a parade rest.....before they notice your weapon and opaque faceplate. Several pupils narrow to pinpricks, and you can see one off them starting to tremble slightly.\nRecruits. Fresh from the surface by the looks of them, not disgruntled CG Conscripts, but surface dwellers totally unaccustomed to life on the station. A second or two pass before one of them, a somewhat shorter but muscular boy, about 5'9\" and a provincial by the looks of him, finally speaks up:\n\n \"N..no. I think we have the situation under control....I hope..\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nTaller than her but nervous.\n\" Very well , resolve your matter with words and keep your voices down , please .\n\n Remember . Your squad are your only friends up here .\" she offers them a halfhearted smile then leaves to patrol the hallways for aquaintances or perhaps a common room.\n\nMaybe she would run into one of her heroes." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nTaking note of the woman's brief wonderment, Jeff turns to the man sitting beside him. With a nod of greeting and a slight smile he says, \"Hi. Looks like we're in for quite the ride.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the quick post. Cramming for a test tomorrow.\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Elevator cabin, 06:24 \n\nQuite a few eyes turned to the young armored patrolman, while he calmly weathered the acceleration and poured a drink. Curiosity or admiration from some, emnity and envy from others. A moment later, the slight man he is offering the drink to took it, out of his hands. With that finished, the attention of the people began to wander again. They got up again, walking around the cabin in the steady acceleration, while others were looking at the cloudscape outside, the lift steadily approaching the speed of sound.\n\nFisher\n \n Spoiler \n \"Yeah....but it´s not like I didn´t do this before, and I don´t have that urge to show off. Well, plebes. What can one do?\" your neighbour replied, casting another sidelong glance at the armored patrolman.\n\nOOC: No problem. Finals are important. As long as I occassionaly see something I can work with....and that is the case here\n \n\n\nSucrose\n \n Spoiler \n \"Thanks......that was impressive. But, you know, I think you made a rival. Remember that Robert Redden fellow, from second platoon? He thinks he´s the most awesome thing since the invention of the wheel, and doesn´t like ohter people stealing the show\" Jermaine said, then starting to sip on the Ginger ale, only to continue: \"Not that it matters to me. I think it´s great\" \n \n\n Skyhook \nAfter you left the formerly quarreling recruits to their devices, you caught one last glance of them scurrying of to their bunks, suddenly silent. With the door closing behind you, steps took you down the corridor towards the Bend, towards the gathering places of both enlisted personnel and officers. It was still another hour before shift change, so there was no extraordinary activity, just the first of people heading over there for a meal or some last purchases.\nThe hallway widened, opening onto the balustrade off the bend. A round opening in the middle of the circular plaza formed at the bend looked down onto lower decks below and a few decks above, secured by a guardrail. And around the plaza, a group of shops, the food court, banks and the local mess hall beckoned.." }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n \"Oh... right. I suppose that was sort of showboating, wasn't it?\" Alex says, grinning sheepishly. \"I hope that it doesn't irritate him too much. Don't want to compromise the teamwork, after all.\" \n\nWith that, the yellow-clad man begins looking a bit blue.\n\n \"It's a pity Robert would take a rivalry so seriously; it'd be rather fun to have some friendly competition! We could play chess, maybe spar a bit.\" " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n \"I suppose. From the looks of things, though, it seems he was just getting a drink for someone,\" states Jeff. Momentarily he gazes outside at the atmosphere rushing by the cabin.\n\nIn an effort to continue the converstation he adds, \"So this isn't your first time in the orbital elevator? I take it you've been to the skyhook before. Any tips for when we get up there?\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Skyhook \n\nThe peace and calm was suddenly gone, pierced by a blaring siren, followed by the, to some, familiar voice of Admiral Caldwell, the chairman of the admirals council, calmly announcing:\n\n \"This Admiral Caldwell, speaking on the behalf of the Admirals council. Two minutes ago, engine flares have been detected in an approach to this planet, unanounced maneuvers by ships decelerating to meet the orbital Elevator Skyhook. Thee responsible party has failed to identify itself, and it is thus our contention that these are Floater Warhsips and transports. That means another attack is imminent. The estimated time of arrival is in less than five hours. As of now, night cycles across the station have been terminated, and reserve shifts 2 and 4 are called in for active duty.\nPlease remain calm. Civilians are advised to relocate to the the radiation and catastrophe shelters near the stations core. That is all for now, Caldwell out. \n\nAll around, worried or confused expressions cover the faces, while people hurry to finish their meals or purchases. Corridors previously only dimly illuminated balzed into full lighting.......it had begun.\n\n Elevator Cabin \nThe cabin rattled is at approached supersonic velocity, final shaking with the sonic boom. Visible streams of air and steam bloomed around the edges of the cabin, but before it was even possible to take in the scene, another female voice broke the silence, coming from speakers next to the velocity displays:\n\n \"Ladies and gentlemen, lift control here. There has been a change of plan. You have 12 minutes to provision or relieve yourself before we commence unscheduled heavy acceleration. During the following one-and-a-half hours, it is vital that you remain in your seats due to a significant risk of injury for non secured personell. Be aware that this for your own safety and out of genuine concern.... \n\nAnother countdown appears in the displays, starting at 11:54, while all around, people exchange flustered looks or unstrap from their seats....." }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nAs the announcement continues, Alexander's eyes grow wide.\n\n \"It seems that we're needed there sooner than expected,\" he murmers.\n\nThe cop pulls his portable telephone out from a small pouch in his suit pocket. He flips it open, then hesitates, and slowly puts it back in his suit.\n \n They'll tell us what's going on when we get up there... no sense bothering them while they work. \n\nSettling into his seat, Alex looks out the window.\n\n \"We might as well enjoy the view, right?\" he says to nobody in particular.\n\n I hope we arrive in time... " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nCeline starts to make her way towards a command station to find more information on her team." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n Strange, they wouldn't speed up the ascent for no reason. Something must be up. \n\nRetrieving the canteen from within the folds of his cloak, he cautiously takes a few sips of the cool, fresh water. Returning it to it's former resting place he resumes looking about the cabin.\n\n Now I wish I'd kept my carry-on bag with me. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift cabin, 06:31 \n\nAround you, more than a few people followed the invitation voiced by lift control, and started to rush towards the pantry console or the two toilet cabins mounted on the left side of it, near the crates. Others mumbled worriedly towards their neighbours, exchanging theories as to the reason for the suuden change of plan.\nOne woman had positioned herself near one of the beverage containers, and chucked containers towards whoever was asking for something, to speed up the process. Other were tucking in what little food they could manage, for the hours ahead. It was getting more than a little noisy in the cabin, and in between the shouts for drinks, food, and agitated discussions, civilzed conversation got a little more difficult.\nAnd once again, the strange woman with the large energy rifle caught more than a few eyes, ferociously but methodically digging in, leaning against the crates.\n\nSucrose\n \n Spoiler \n \"Excuse me\" Jermaine said \"but I have business to take care of.\" hurrying for one of the toilets, leaving you to your thoughts.\n \n\n\nFisher\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone else pretty much leaves you to your own devices, but your own gut-feeling tells you that this is serious. Maybe the short clam before the storm....\n \n\n Skyhook \nThe alarm was unhurried, much like dozens of drills before. The entire affair had an eerie, unreal quality to it, the people going about their business with unusual calm. Squads of infantrymen were lining up before the armories and marching in orderly ranks down the corridors, towards their possible destination. Emergency hatches opened, and Civil security officials in their shining skyblue uniforms began herding a gaggle of bystanders into the shelters in the station´s substructure, which was little less than spars of solid steel poured at the age of founding, sufficient to withstand even cometary bombardment.\nAs of yet, no announcement had revealed anything specific about the threat, but many a soldier mulled over the matter, in a detached, almost clinical manner.\n\nIn the midst of this discipline, however, where lso the security teams. Unfortunately, they didn´t have half the training the denizens of the station possessed, and worse than that, some teams hadn´t even been properly formed, with their leaders awaiting scheduled recruits which hadn´t even ferried up from the ground....\nA few of them also marched driving along by furious shouts, orders and a skein of authority. In other squad bays, there was nothing but chaos....." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n Somethings not right. I can feel it, thought Jeff.\n\nLooking about the cabin, he was almost flabbergasted by the scramble about the room. Luckily, knowing it would be a long trip, he had already prepared for the ascent. Now all that was left was to watch and wait.\n\nTaking a few moments, he spent some time observing those around him. Maybe finding out the cause of his unease would help.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet the large amount of skill rolls begin!\n\nINT: 8\nEMP: 7\nAwareness: 3\nHuman Perception: 2\nSkill rolls \n Spoiler \n\n \"Awareness\" - (1d10+11)[ 18 ] : Observe the actions and reactions of the man sitting beside me. Find out if there's anything peculiar about his actions.\n \"Human Perception\" - (1d10+9)[ 11 ] : Notice anything strange about the man beside me\n \"Awareness\" - (1d10+11)[ 16 ] : Observe the actions and reactions of the floater woman with the rifle. Find out if there's anything peculiar about her actions.\n \"Human Perception\" - (1d10+9)[ 10 ] : Notice anything peculiar about the floater woman actions or mannerisms.\n \"General Awareness\" - (1d10+11)[ 18 ] : Look about the room. Attempt to find anything out of place.\n \n\n\nExtra rolls in the events of critical success or critical failure.\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d10)[ 4 ] \n (1d10)[ 9 ] \n (1d10)[ 1 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Celine \n\nDeici tries to find a high-ranking officer to notify them of the chaos and aquire orders or information to carry out." }, { "author": "Carusun", "message": "((Really sorry about my lack of participation so far; the start of the game just happened to coincide with a sudden increase in my workload at uni... If it helps, we could just think of Carus' lack of interaction as part of his shyness and/or social awkwardness :P))\n\n Well... that can't be a good sign... \nAlmost immediately, the bundle of nerves that Carus had struggled to get under control re-reared its head. Closing his eyes, he started breathing slowly and deeply, fighting the waves of panic-driven nausea that rose from his stomach.\n\nSlowly, he re-wrested control of himself away from his nerves, and returned to sipping at the beverage he had purchased earlier." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift Cabin, 06:34 \n\nA sort of silence descended on the cabin as most people busied themselves with their basic needs, having little time for talk. Anyway, as much as that announcement had caused speculation, it was also a reminder that one was now part of an event larger than oneself, like a leaf caught in a storm.\nLift control remained silent as well, but on the walls, the seconds were ticking away....\n\nFisher\n \n Spoiler \nResults:\n- Physically, the guy does nothing extraordinary. He´s busy with some sort of pocket computer - he does also carry a concealed Pistol\n- He´s not directly hostile, but there´s something....shall we say depreciatory about his attitude to many people here\n- She eats fast and businesslike, and in unusual quantities. She carries a concealed Knife. She definitely looks like soldier\n- You have no idea what is up with her, but you do know something is odd\n- The dynamics of the room are strange, almost as if some people know more than the rest. But there´s little in the way of extraordinary or threatening moves.\n\nI think that should have addressed the observations.\n \n\n Skyhook \nThe bustle hadn´t yet abated, with people running through the corridors. A lietenant commander, dressed in the black-and-white uniform of fleet command personnel, a navigator by his insignia, seemed to be the officer on duty for this section of the station. He was busy giving orders to various people over his headset, constantly watching a data feed on an ocular over his right eye. His brow was beaded with perspiration, and he had removed his cap, revealing the short-cropped black hair beneath.\nHis orderly, a chief petty officer by the looks of her, was busy writing down demands and orders streaming at the makeshift command post. Her curly blond hair began to fall out of her hairclip, hanging down into her face, obscuring part of her face..\nAround you, columns of soldiers marched, to the armories near the center, or the defensive perimeter on the rim....\n\nMoechi\n \n Spoiler \nThe lieutenant commander in front of you looked at you with some irritation, his face flushed red: \"I can see the f*ing chaos, but where´s your team, Hand? I´m too busy for this horseplay. Collect your baggage and get going.... he said, waving his hand dismissively\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Celine takes her baggage.\n\" Sir , I meant to notify that the squadbays further down the corridor points* are full of unformed teams \" She hands over her ID card to the aide and adresses her. \" Ma ' am , would you notify me of the identities of my team , our launch designation and their current location ?\"" }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nWatching everyone hurry quietly, Alexander gets his phone out again, then puts it away. About a minute later, he repeats the movement.\n\n It's important to keep one's self occupied... \n\nVisibly taking a deep breath, Alex unbuckles his seatbelt, walks over to the beverage cart, and pulls out a soda can. After returning to his seat, he doesn't open it, instead reading off the ingredients, and doing his best to figure out the structures, from what little he could recall of high school chemistry." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n I guess I shouldn't be surprised so many people are carrying weapons. Some of them are military recruits afterall. I'll just have to remember not to get on anyone's bad side , thought Jeff.\n\nSomething felt odd about the situation. Some seemed far too accustomed to the crisis than any fresh off the street recruit would. If they were just standard civilians or merchants they would be even less prepared. Either this room was full of ready-made heroes or some of these people new more than they ought.\n\nStill secretly scanning the room, his eye fell on a fellow recruit consistently pulling out some sort of mobile phone. Remembering the individual as the man who retrieved a beverage during the start of the ascent he continued his watch on his surroundings. One could never be too careful." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift Cabin, 06:38 \nRelentlessly, the clock on the wall ticks on, the seconds flying by, with only 280 of them left. Only another four minutes, and while some are still eating or drinking, most were returning to their seats or had already done so. Others had never left theirs, or were suspiciously or curiously eyeballing their surroundings and the other passengers.\nSuddenly, the armrests of your seats extend a small compartment, holding medical patches, pills or autoinjectors, as well as something that looks verymuch like a wristwatch. A voice comes in over the speakers:\n\n \"This is Lift control. In approximately 4 minutes, we will begin unscheduled acceleration. To our knowledge, none of you suffer any dangerous defects of heart, circulation or respiration. Nevertheless, we strongly urge you to connect our remote lifesign monitors. We also provide patches and injecotrs with drugs which easen the stress of high-Gs on your bodies, as well as tranquilizers, should you desire them. \n\nSucrose\n \n Spoiler \nSlightly shaking, Jermaine picks up to of the pills, hastily swallowing them with the rest of his ginger ale.....\n \n\n\nMoechi\n \n Spoiler \n \"I am aware of the situation, and your incessant nagging will not improve it in any way. Lichtenfels?\" the Lcom calls out, with a slight tilt of his head to his aide on the left. The women momentarily looks up from her datapad, as much in reaction to your question as in response to her superior.\nShe looks at you, before starting: \"Your team is still in transit on the lift. Now I suggest you get on your way\" she says, not quite as unfriendly, but still resolutely.\n " }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nAfter strapping on the lifesigns monitor, Alex continues to read the ingredients on the bottle.\n\nGrinning bemusedly, he turns to Jermaine.\n \n\"You know, we should really remember to bring music players for next time.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\n\" Yes Sir , yes M a ' am .\" Deici picks up her card and the baggage and makes her way to the lift entry soonish... after fishing up five prepared bags of snacks, water bottles and chocolate oat biscuits in a duffel bag from under her bunk. Never hurt to be friendly to your new companions on whom you would depend, especially when they would sometimes be forced to nestle in a mecha bay for hours before launch or even to reside within the vehicle itself.\nA lot of pilots got dehydrated from stressing out in the cockpit.\nShe takes a seat in the waiting area by the lift entrance, imagining the looks and behavior of her new friends.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe LCom mentioned some baggage. Was he referring to free l00tz and eats or whatever she was carrying? Also, does Deici know which launch bay her team is designated to?\n\nThanks.\n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nEying the new medical supplies, Jeff cautiously removes them and adds the various meds and pills to his medical bag, after using one of the injectors to ease the trip. Could never be too careful these days. After pocketing the meds, he strapped the watch like device to his wrist.\n\nLooking about the room one last time, he settled in for ride.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsed an injector for the soon to come gravitational forces. Not a tranquilizer. Pocketed the rest to the med bag.\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift Cabin,06:43 \n\nAnd suddenly, the lift acclerated, heavily. The Forces pressed you back into your seats, like a giant standing on your chest. 3G....not too terrible, but more than most of you even experienced before, and some people paled with obvious discomfort. Cans dropped from hands gone slack, and sweat ran freely over some faces.\nYou did not exactly know how long this was, with the starscape outside barely betraying any motion, allthough a counter on the walls informed you that you were at more than 12 Mach. Halfway through, some of the people passed out, while one guy on the other side twitched restlessly, trying ineefectually to unlock his belt and free himself from the seat. He was muttering incoherent gibberish all the while, and was starting to weird out the people around him. But many couldn´t even muster the energy to sneer....\n\n Skyhook \nEven with the chaos slowly abating, the racket on the station was unbelievable. Apart from the other six team leaders waiting for their charges, the waiting area and maintenance bay of the lift were crouded with technicians busily hauling crates into safety nets. The unadorned grey metal floor is covered with scrapemarks and stains, and despite two people´s best efforts, conversation in general broke down, more often swallowed by the noise than enjoyed by the participants. You were waiting, as were the paramedics near you, expecting complications from the rapid transit....\n\n Cabin, 07:40 \nEven worse than anything before, this time deceleration hit you, and insted of pressing you downwards, creating the illusion of gravity in orbit, it was puling you upwards into the harnesses. Blood shout to your heads, and the fields of vision narrowed. One unlucky bastard hadn´t properly locked the straps, and was now lying on the ceiling in a sprawled, whimpering heap....\n\n Skyhook, 08:35 \nThe long wait had eroded the watchfulness of more than a few people, but that was soon remedied when sirens started to blare all over the station:\n\n \"This is Rear Admiral Beckett. We have detected numerous smaller engine flares, well ahead of the main fleet, only minutes away from the station. An attack is imminent, and station batteries will not be able to neutralize the threat in time. All hands to battlestations, prepare to repel boarders!\" \n \"Oh sht. A f*king drifter attack! one of the Corporals near you exclaimed, visibly shaken. The last of the mechanics dropped whatever they were doing at themoment, as long as it wasn´t dangerous, and ran for shelter. Two mechanics, handling a crate of explosive ordnance, paled, hurriedly trying to stow it away safely, to get out of there.....\n\n Cabin, 08:35 \nSuddenly, a klaxon blared, and the screens to the outside went opaque. the deceleration ceased abruptly. All around you, people were thrown into confusion......" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nCeline drops the food, not expecting it to be wanted anymore. Relatively safe and snug in her space armor she taciturnly waits for the door to open when it should." }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n If I let everyone keep worrying, this'll just snowball. We need order. \n\nUnbuckling his harness as quickly as possible, Alex shouts above the din,\n\n \"EVERYONE, STAY CALM! Remember your training; this is clearly an emergency situation, and we need every man, woman, or whatever else ready to help.\" \n\nThrowing off his seatbelt, Alex bounds out of his seat, and toward the man that had been crushed to the ceiling, to see if the man needed any aid." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n High-G relief... right, Jeff thought unbelievingly. The trip had shaken him slightly, but he fared far better than others.\n\nFollowing the acrobat's lead, Jeff unbuckles and slings the rifle over his shoulder. Grabbing his med-bag as he went, he approached the group helping the injured recruit.\n\n \"I have some medical experience and supplies on hand. Let me try to help him. You focus on restoring order,\" Jeff calmly says reassuringly.\n\nRemoving a vial of painkillers from his kit he prepares to begin treating the injured man.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"First Aid\" - (1d10+9)[ 11 ] \n\nAlso, use one dose of painkiller on the injured recruit.\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Lift Cabin, 08:36 \n\nMany stared at you dumbfounded, confused by the sudden charge. Meanwhile, the recruit who had fallen to the ceiling moans weakly as you inspect his broken arm. A semblance of quiet seems to enfold the room, broken only by a single, urgent shout:\n\n \"Watch out, we´re still going at quite some speed. And that means....\" \n\nA meter on the wall was still showing a speed in excess of 9 Mach.....\n\n Skyhook \n \"This is station services. Due to an emergency procedure, we will deactivate artificial gravity on the Lift deck and one deck above in 2 Minutes. All personnel are advised to move to secure stations or handholds\" \n\nAround you, people scramble for the nearest large objects or run for the walls, cursing loudly. Two technicians break from their shelter at a mad run, frantically operationg some kind of console near the lift berth, sweat running freely down their faces while they agitatedly exchange orders and status......." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nDeici takes cover and a good hold behind the chairs, waiting for the techs to finish their job and help deliver her charges. Her index finger gingerly runs across the length of the rifle, turning off the safety with an audible 'click'.\n\nPerhaps the simple Zero-G classes she had enrolled in over the 24/7 VR studies would pay off proportionately after all.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepare for Zero-G: (1d10+13)[ 15 ] \n\nTake Cover from incoming drifter assault (Dodge?): (1d10+15)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\n\" Don ' t stray too far !\" she yells to the other team leaders. \" There may be incoming attacks here at the outer hull but your teams will need you .\"" }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nAs he tended the man's arm Jeff tried his hardest to remain in a stable position, using his legs to brace himself against the ceiling. As the cabin continued to ascend he could feel the strain on his body steadily increase.\n\nUsing the supplies from his kit, he continued to work on the man's arm, attempting to create a makeshift splint with the available materials.\n\n Don't worry sir, your going to be alright. If you could hold your arm like this, it'd help me get you patched up a little faster he said while demonstrating how to hold the arm.\n\nAs he worked, he cautiously looked about the room. Things were going from bad to worse, and for some reason it felt like there wasn't much time left. While he was looking about, he paid additional attention to the man who'd been speaking gibberish. Chances were he would need to tend to him next.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot sure if the kit would come with bandages and the like. Here's a few rolls for while he works.\n\n BOD Roll - (1d10+5)[ 10 ] : Wasn't sure if it'd be needed to maintain footing.\n First Aid - (1d10+9)[ 15 ] : Create Makeshift Splint or Create Splint, depending on materials.\n Awareness - (1d10+11)[ 18 ] : General. Look about the room, try to notice anything out of place.\n Awareness - (1d10+11)[ 17 ] : Specific attention towards the man who was having a psychological breakdown. Discover his current state and whether it's real or fake.\n " }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n Quite some speed...Mach 9...NO! \n\nTurning to the helpful young medic, Alex barks off,\n\n \"If it won't kill him, get that guy strapped in right, and get in yourself.\" \n We were decelerating, so we're too close to the Skyhook. If we can't fix whatever's wrong here, we'll crash! \n\nFlipping out his phone, Alex tries to call the Skyhook. Getting no response for his unencrypted message, he restrains himself from throwing his phone to the ground.\n\n \"Does anyone know how this elevator works? If you do, I need your help getting this cage decelerating again.\" " }, { "author": "Carusun", "message": "At the mans words, Carus looked up.\n\n \"I don't know how it works, but I've got some experience with unco-operative machines\" , he commented, with a wry grin, remembering the time one of the drills failed to start. \"Admittedly, it's not much, but as they say, better to trust an amatuer then one with no experience if an expert isn't around.\" \n\nBracing himself, he unstraps and 'falls' to the ceiling, before scouring the area for a likely looking panel, before opening it, and looking at the wires within.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIts 1d10+skill+attribute, yes?\nif so:\n[roll0]\n((Hope I did that right :P))\n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n \"Alright, I'm almost done placing this splint. Just need a second more...\" \n\nWhile Jeff was tending to the injured man he noticed another recruit begin to unstrap and vault up to the ceiling. As the technician was looking for a panel, he reached into the folds of his cloak and removed the Micro-Tool kit he had stowed in an inner pocket.\n\n \"Here, use this,\" Jeff shouted as he slid the tools across the \"floor\". \"Might come in handy.\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Cabin, 08:37 \n\nSuddenly, you all were slammed into the ceiling with tremendous force. Breathing became laborous.....Red encroaches onto your field of vision....\n\nEveryone\n \n Spoiler \nThey are now, in an effort to bring you in faster, decelerating at 5G. Everyone make a roll to stay conscious, based on BOD, TN 15. The TN is lowered to 10 if you took the acceleration drugs.\n \n\n Skyhook \n\nThe entire station lurched under your feet, rattled from a hit a like a giant´s fist. The light began to flicker. \"Mines. Figures.\" the corporal muttered.....suddenly drifting in the open because gravity had set out. The two technicians near the lift were now positively panicking, looking at some dial, and hastily finicking with some piece of machinery.\n\nAlarms began to blare. \"Alert. we have intruders on this deck. Warning, intruders on this deck. I repeat, we have Intruders on this deck\" . The Floating corporal was cursing and swearing under his breath, floating in midair, and unslung his pistol, aiming at the ceiling, and firing.\nThe shot rang out through the bay, but the recoil put him back in the direction of the floor. Weapons become unslung around you, but as of yet, you can detect no boarders around....." }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n\nPinned against the ceiling, Alex managed to torque his head to see the other two, as they endured the same brutal forces.\n\nHe barely managed to whisper \"sorry\" before blacking out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Consciousness Check - (1d10+6)[ 8 ] \nReally regretting not drugging up, now... though with that sort of roll, it doesn't matter too much.\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cw \n\nDeici unslings her rifle (scope flipped down) and attempts to become less visible by hiding behind her chair. She readies herself to fire at anyone who might get a line of sight at the technicians, adrenaline pumping through her veins she scans the corridors lining the entrance lobby.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStealth: 1d10+10 (ops. Roll for me please)\nReadying an action to fire if possible.\nAwareness: (1d10+19)[ 25 ] \n " }, { "author": "Carusun", "message": "As his body slammed into the ceiling, Carus felt his breath and pulse quicken, as he struggled to stay conscious.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] <-- Wrong roll, but you can use if you want\n[roll]1d10+8[/roll]\n(I am rolling right, aren't I? I couldn't see my previous roll...)\n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nThe sudden oncoming gravitational force were nearly overwhelming. Bracing himself against the ceiling, Jeff was barely able to avoid slipping into unconsciousness.\n\n Crap, if this thing stops soon we'll suffer quite the fall. Gotta get these guys back to their seats. \n\nThe man with the broken arm and the unconscious acrobat would be his first priority. Looking about the cabin, he remembered the straps affixing the cargo to the wall. If any of those straps were locked into the ceiling, there was a chance he could climb down. Inching slowly across the ceiling, he struggles to reach the nearby recruits...\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Will edit depending on roll \nRolls forthcoming in the OC thread.\n BOD Roll - (1d10+5)[ 13 ] vs 10\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Skyhook, 08:38 \n\nWith an unveiled expression of relief, the two technicians lept free of the lift, while a red light was flashing above it´s control panel. Most of the petty officers had drawn their weapons, waiting for the shoe to drop, and thus paid little attention to the lift cabin rapidly approaching the cradle, braking all the while....\n\n Lift Cabin \n\nFisher\n \n Spoiler \nThe Tachometer on the wall still showed a speed in excess of 4 mach. The station was out there somewhere - and it was rapidly coming closer even while your hand reached out for the first of the cargo straps. Your body felt sluggish under all the weight, and you were having trouble doing more than taking a hold of the strap, while all the while, people in the cabin looked on with impotence, frustration or despair....\nWhen motion finally comes, you´re as surpirsed as the rest - it felt like solidly hitting a brick wall, and you were immediately thrown clear of the ceiling, feeling like you were falling - yet hanging in place, only lazily and slowly drifting towards the ground. The other Floater women comes up and peered into your face, asking: \"Can you move?\" \n \n\n Skyhook, 08:39 \nWith a sudden, reverberating noise, like a hammer hitting an anvil, the cabin hit the emergency cradle. A crown of shock-resorbent foam had formed around the lift`s head, deformed by the impact, with chunks flying around the bay in the weightlessness, even while the doors opened, and crewmen and NCO´s were surging forward.\n\n \"This is lift control. We have several casualties on board. Corporal Steckler is hereby instructed to dissassemble his squad and instead organize the evacuation of wounded or psychologically unfit personel to the nearest infirmary.\" \n\nOne of the Corporals cursed, immediately barking orders to those inside the lift......\n\nEveryone\n \n Spoiler \nNo, you´re not out - those of you who lost consciousness will regain it - not immediately, but after my next post. Those who are still conscious may decide freely what to do or say - I will clarfiy this in the OOC-Thread\n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n \"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got the wind knocked out of me is all,\" he lazily grinned.\n\nLooking up towards the ceiling and taking note of the situation he commented, \"They on the other hand don't seem to be doing too well. I'm gonna try to get them down before they drift out of reach. If you want, I could use some help. \n\nPausing a moment he added, \"Name's Jeff by the way.\" \n\nAttempting to gain his bearings, he tried to stabilize himself in the awkward gravity. All the while thinking, Blasted gravity. I'll take a patch of land to stand on any day. \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf needed, Jeff will offer support or leverage to the floater woman to help her stabilize in the gravity.\n\n Zero-G - (1d10+8)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n\nWould it be useful?\nProbably, and undoubtedly necessary for morale and respect.\n\nWiedhurst gives up her defensive position and bounds from the rack of chairs into the symbiotic mess at the lift, shouting out the names of her charges. \" Geotan , Jeffrey , Serakin , Alexander ! Hand Wiedhurst present . Incoming momentum out ! Take cover by waiting area and cover lift with small arms .\"" }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Jeffrey + Celine\n \n Spoiler \nA slight smile played over her face as she, clumsily, reached out for your arm, and yanked you around in the right direction with surprising strength \"Call me Raine, of the Serakin family.\" She said, while hurling you downward, herself drifting to and colliding with the ceiling, fumbling for a handhold, but thrown off course.\nCursing, she freewheels in the room, groping for some kind of handhold. Meanwhile, NCOs come into the room, reading of lists of names, while one of them commandeered three others and brought in two collapsible stretchers. Around you, the lift was a seething mass of bodies milling around, floating in midair. Quite a few of them drifted around helplessly, like you.\n\nEven while a small female NCO shouted your name, another one, a corporal by his insignia, moves past her towards you, reaching for Raine´s ankle and grabbing it \"Sorry, she´s with me.\" , he says, smiling under his mustache, dragging her behind him and assembling a string of Infantrymen. Meanwhile, there was a short violent outbreak as two people press down the guy with the nervous breakdown before a third pressed an injector to the man´s neck. With a hiss it discharged, the panicking recruit going limp in seconds.\n \n\n\nCarus + Alexander\n \n Spoiler \nThose off you who were disabled until now come to when Corporal Steckler gave you a slap and shone a light into your eyer to test your reactions \"No brain injury or concussion. Good.\" . A brief nod, before he hurls you towards a petite woman in an armored spacesuit in the middle of the room.\nThe world was still spinning a little, and the dizziness and grogginess had not yet fully abated, and Alexander felt a dull pain in his back were a handhold had dug into his flesh under the fierce acceleration. That one was sure to leave a nasty bruise...\n \n\n\nEven while strings of people formed up before the lift, the Corporal who had grabbed Raine already bega to shout orders: \"Team 32, you´re with me. Over there, you will receive Rifles. One Rifle and 4 cells per person. You will check these weapons, then load ´em. And don´t waste your time, we have somewhere to be.\" .\nAt the age of the plattform, in the direction the corporal had pointed, you can see a brutishly large man in a spacesuit, lugging to large trunks behind him, drifting forward....." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "\" Team 82 , ready weapons and assemble ! We must be present at the mecha bay !\"\n\nCeline attempts to catch Geotan and Alexander.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d10+13)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nAs he watched Raine and the others depart, Jeff pondered Serakin... where have I heard that name before... \n\nThere was no time to dwell on that. No sooner had they arrived when various officers were barking orders. That was one of the few things he missed from his nomadic days, the amount of freedom you could approach a situation. Retrieving the few belongings he possessed, he met up with the group forming around the female officer.\n\nSometime during the impact of the crash his toolkit was lost in the shuffle of the evacuation, probably slid underneath a cargo crate. If time allowed, he'd have to return later and look for the blasted thing.\n\n \"Reporting for duty. So what's the situation?\" he says while dispensing a lazy salute." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "\" Jeffrey ? This is red alert . We have drifters on this deck .\" Celine nods.\n\" Ready your weapon and take cover then follow me .\"" }, { "author": "Sucrose", "message": " Alexander \n So, we're under this lady's command? \n\nPulling his Automag from its shoulder holster, Alexander checks it to make sure nothing was damaged during his little bout with the ceiling, then flicks off the safety, and loads the gun.\n\nTurning to the girl that caught him, he smiles, flips down his helmet's visor, and says,\n\n \"Roger that; ready for duty, ma'am.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "She smiles back at him, putting two fingers to her visor and drawing them down, indicating for him to lower his visor. \" Name ?\" she shouts with her tiny voice in reply. \" Help me catch our last member .\"\n\n...\n\n\" OK , men , follow me at about 6 meters distance with a corridor - wide spread to the flanks and rear . We are heading to Mechabay III .\"\n\nWith that she kicks off with both legs towards the bay." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Skyhook, 08:40 \n\nWith some difficulty, you made your down one of the broad corridors, towrds one of the lifts that would bring you up to the higher levels of the station and the Mecha bays. The Corridor, shaped like a stretched Hexagon was grey and featureless, with gray plastic panels on the walls. In regular intervalls, supports protruded from the walls, providing limited cover, and thanks to indentations in their edges, handholds. These were used to boost oneself along.\nSuddenly, already almost a hundred meters behind you, the bay erupts with shouting and the sound of a firefight, the noise of discharging energy rifles and the sound of solid projectiles impacting metal. From the distant came the sharp crack of a grenade explosion.\n\nMoechi\n \n Spoiler \nOver the Comm, Corporal Fowler starts to tell you:\n \"Go! We´ll mount a rearguard, but I think we have to retreat. I don´t think we can buy more than 2 minutes. Good luck! \n \n\n\nAnother two explosions rock the bay behind you, a stray piece of sharp shrapnel passing only a hand´s breadth in front of Carus´face......" }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nJeff rushed down the hall along with the others trying his best to keep up. The handholds were helping the trek significantly, if not for them he'd still be stumbling down the hall and perhaps even amidst that explosion.\n\nAfter several paces he rushed into the upcoming elevator. Removing the rifle strapped to his shoulder and dropping his med bag to the floor, he leveled the gun's barrel in the direction of the gunfire.\n\n If this is how the first day is, I wonder what the rest of our employment will be like. It does makes life exciting, though. \n \"I've got the hallway covered. You guy's ready?\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " cwDeici \n \n Spoiler \n\" Roger Fowler .\" Celine replies reluctantly. She'd rather stay behind and help protect her comrades, but what if the bay needed securing?\n \n\n\nCeline makes her way into the lift and nods in reply to Jeffrey. Once everybody is in she directs the lift towards their destination.\n\" Only fire at visual confirmation .\"" }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \n Roger That, said Jeff.\n\nDrops of perspiration slid down his face as he waited for the elevator. What if the enemy had already made it to the mecha bays? He couldn't worry about that now. Worry would only dull his reactions and cause mistakes. Focus on the present. That was all he could do." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Skyhook, 08:40 \n\nEven while Celine´s fingers danced over the controls of the elevator, a large and spacious platform built to transport cargo or even vehicles, you could see the Infantrymen of the security teams in retreat, crossing the bay in front of the corridor or heading down the corridor in your direction. The small area in front of the elevator had two other corridors leading up to it, but still, they were in trouble, and you knew it. They knew it as well.\nIrregular bursts of gunfire punctuated the silence, along with the clanging metal sounds of bullet impacts. Another two explosions cracked in the distance, even while the containment doors of the elevator slowly closed. A volley of projectiles struck the door, one bouncing of it´s rim in a shower of sparks, the other´s leaving shallow indentations in the solid metal. Your hearts beat stronger, faster, and maybe you were a little relieved when the containment doors finally closed a few seconds later.\nAnother group of explosions bathed the corridors in a harsh light, and this time, some of the Infantrymen continued their as corpses, the bodies reduced to little more than eerie puppets, flopping the weightlessness, trailing small ribbons of red blood, their weapons drifting through the air, abandoned.\nRaine, the floater you noticed earlier, pressed her face to the small reinforced polymer window in the lift´s door...and mouthed a few words you could barely make out through the din and the thick door: \"Good luck....I think we´ll hang on in the meantime..... \n\nShe departed for the right corridor, along with the rest of her squad, and another of the enemie´s projectiles reduced the window to a spidery lattice of cracks. You could vaguely make out the pursuing troops.....Humanoids clad in Blue-black suits dotted irregularly in star-like sprinkles of white. They carried strange, long rifles, while some carried a kind of heavy, automatic grenade launcher which was clearly to heavy for normal gravitation. Others were unarmed, and helped themselves to the energy rifles floating down the tunnel.\n\nThen, the lift lurched off, carrying you upwards, towards the spacious mecha bay were your machines were already being warmed up by the ground crews....." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Celine \nDeici starts showing her teammates around to their mechas." }, { "author": "Fisher", "message": " Jeff \nRushing into the mecha bay, Jeff couldn't help but momentarily stare in aw at the various machines aligned about the room. It had been several years since he'd driven a mech, and seeing them arrayed side by side brought about feelings of nostalgia from his floater days.\n\nFishing a scrap of paper from his pocket, he looked about for the appropriate machine.\n\n My machine should be 82 dash L Six, according to this. I wonder if these things are as stable as my old floater mech? " } ]
[ { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Team Bard:\nBran Lloyd, Chaotic Good Human Bard.\nCorpsewaker Korishp, Lawful Neutral Illumian Necromancer\nDest Corliast, Chaotic Good Elven Rogue\nLeon Arden,Lawful Neutral Human Psychic Warrior\nInniel Shoaleye,Chaotic Good Halfling Barbarian.\nAri Rosegate, Lawful Good Elven Binder.\n\n\nYou are all in Diamond Lake. Your reasons varies, but you are all in the Tavern of Old Song.\n\nThe Ale is Free today, and the Beds are only 1gp a night. Hot water is running here, because of a naturally accuring steam vent that goes into one of the water towers.\n\nCorpsewaker\n \n Spoiler \n You have learned of an anchient Tomb near here, many old secretes roam it's halls Rumor has it that something 'evil' witch usally means 'necromatic and misunderstood' has been happening. Your Cabal wanted you to check it out, it's in a place called the Whispering Carn but your unsure where such a place is.\n \n\n\nDest\n \n Spoiler \n You have an old map your Grandfather left to you, It speaks of a place full of good loot, A place called the whispering Carn, the internals of the place are not shown on the map but just how to get there\n \n\n\nLeon\n \n Spoiler \n You have found out that a place in this Town called 'The Whispering Carn' has many weapons that could enhance your natural abilitys.\n \n\n\nInniel\n \n Spoiler \n You were approched by two elderly peaple, but after talking to them for just a moment or two you find they are frantic, they lost their child a year ago and they just want closer, they know she used to play near a forbbien old tomb, it is said to be haunted. and Has long been looted, if you could bring their childs blanket back to them they would try to reward them. At the very least they would be glad for the good deed.\n \n\n\nAri\n \n Spoiler \n You have come into the town and as soon as you get there you feel as tho there might be a powerful Vesige here known as 'The Whispering One' your not sure if you can bind it or not, but you know it has many powers that could be useful to you. As far as you know tho, even the greatest binders have lost it's symbol.\n " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "My Response:\n \n Spoiler \nInniel sips from his ale and looks directly toward the frantic couple. \"If you're serious about this, I can help you. My services cost 5 silver pieces per day plus expenses, if I'm successful. I can head out as soon as I get preparations done. Please stay in town, in case I need to find you.\" He extends a hand for the couple to shake.\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish looks around the room, the dim light slightly illuminated around his table by the glowing sigils spinning gently around his head, he radiates a faint smell of death mixed with that of books and libraries, when he had first entered Korish had drawn a chorus of stares, but now that he had been sitting in the corner sipping at the water he requested for awhile, only the occasional glance greeted him. As he considered the craftsmen ship of the cup and of the carving with the taverns name on it, Korish looked around at his fellow patrons, trying to decide what course he should take next. He had contacted a few sources on this \"Whispering Carn\" but so far nothing of import had come up, just the usual stories of dark evils and of twisting corridors and dungeons that never end, the stuff of bards tales. Korish sighed and returned to sipping at his water." }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": " Dest: \n \n Spoiler \nBoredom, even when free ale tries its hardest to counteract it, is a powerful thing, and so it was that Dest Corliast unfurled a patch of ratty parchment, given to him by his grandfather when his . . . adventurous. . . nature was mentioned to the family. Let the boy make something good out of that spirit, fill up the treasury a little . Not quite, Grand-father. Ah, well, he'd be filling up some small, peasant-pocket shaped treasuries. Or, maybe, his own soon-to-be impoverished accounts. His eyes, staring boredly at the map, found his idle musings and dreams of finding wealth not quite so sarcastic, a moment later; this map wasn't an cheap fake his grandpa had been conned into, at all. \"Well, I'll be damned,\" Dest says, looking at the map, \"This isn't made up after all, it's just not from Elven lands. The carn looks like it's right around here. Maybe I did get some luck, after all.\"\n \n\n\nThe patrons in for the alcoholic long-haul would've noticed only a slight change in what had, that night, been a fixture of the bar. The elf in the corner sat down his pipe, when it was emptied, and instead of ordering another fill, stood and a pair of his empty ale mugs together, half-way between a refined noble making a toast with a spoon on his wineglass and a dwarf demanding a refill. \"Anyone in here tired of sitting around and drinkking? he asked, loudly. \"I'll buy an ale for any man willing to follow me to the Whispering Carn, for gold, glory, and grand adventure.\" The comment about buying ale got a few laughs, on a night when the ale was free, but, otherwise, no interest was shown, at first. . ." }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "Tialat:\n \n Spoiler \nIs the \"forbidden tomb\" and the \"Wisphering Carn\" the same place.\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish was deep in thought when the Elven man sitting in another corner of the tavern yelled out, but Korish was distracted and filed it off as a disagreement of some sort, however after the words spoken sank in Korish's eyebrows jerked up in surprise, and turned his head toward the elf. Korish got up and walked over the elven man's table. {In Common} did you say the Whispering Carn? I've been searching all over town for clues as to its whereabouts, and now you're offering to pay someone to join you there, ahh Irony. Well I'll take the job gladly, if you don't mind of course \n\nOOC \n Spoiler \n I'm going to put the language used in {} and then the words in a color, for Common I'll use blue, for Draconic, I'll use red, and for Illumian I'll use purple or green, I hope thats ok\n " }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \n\nIC:\n \n Spoiler \nLeon sits sprawled at a table in the corner of the Tavern of Old song, content to relax a soak up the atmosphere of the common room. After a week of traveling, it was refreshing to rest up before he began making into ‘The Whispering Carn’ that he had heard so much about.\n\nWith his clothes as clean as they had been for sometime, his armor sitting upstairs instead of weighing across his shoulders, a warm bath behind him and a mug of free ale in front of him, the last thing the youth was expecting was an elfish man to stand up and call for adventurers to join him in an expedition to the very place Leon wanted to go.\n\nAble to appreciate the humor of the moment, Leon laughs along with a few of the other patrons, and gives the elf a salute with his ale mug. Content for the moment to watch the scene play out, Leon’s smile slides from his face slightly when he sees the curious man with the glowing signals about his head move to join the elf.\n\nRealising that there was more than a curious level of interest in the Carn for both of the exotic individuals, and therefore a greater than even chance he would encounter the both of them in any case, he excuses himself and walks to the table in time to hear the strange human speak.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Lord_Asmodeus \n did you say the Whispering Carn? I've been searching all over town for clues as to its whereabouts, and now you're offering to pay someone to join you there, ahh Irony. Well I'll take the job gladly, if you don't mind of course \n \n\nHe moves to join the table and sits down, a serious expression on his face.\n\n \"I do not know about pay, but if you are both as interested in The Whispering Carn as I am, then I think it would be remise of us not to introduce ourselves. At the very least, it may well save… Misunderstandings… In the future. My name is Leon.\" \n \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nOk, I’m going to roll with teal for speech. Sorry also for taking so long to post 😩\n " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": " \"I'll take any assistance, gladly. Welcome, both of you. From what I've heard, it's not the sort of place one's wanting to go to alone,\" he said. \"My name's Dest C-- Dest. My skills lie in entry, elven fencing, and stealth. Any skills added to the adventure are greatly useful, I'm sure,\" he says, cheerily. Although not normally one for such good humour, Dest felt fortune smile on him as two people in the same tavern not only sought adventure, but in the specific place he had a map guiding them to.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Dest seems like an indigo man to me.\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "{In Common} So you're a rogue? Among my peoples Cabals, Rogues are very common, because we don't have armies or numbers like many do, stealth and the ability to strike from the shadows is important. Well I'm a wizard, a Necromancer to be more specific. My name is Corpsewaker Korish. then, turning to the new arrival Korish says {In Common} what of you Leon, what are your skills then? After asking this Korish hopes that his newfound friends will react well to the revelation of his chosen field of work, many people outside his cabal, including other Illumians, were disgusted by this revelation, and he hoped these would be different. Though he had been warned that many people outside the Cabal had a different take on the art of Undeath, it was still galled him that anyone could be so shortsighted." }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Inniel\n \n Spoiler \nThey give a pleading look \"Please sir, we are poor, we have lost our child, please assist us, when you come back perhaps with proof we can pay you 2 gold, that is our life savings!\"\n \n\n\n\nOOC Everyone else is doing alright." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Ari \n\nJust as Dest made his call for those searching for the Whispering Cairn, a short figure walked into the tavern. The figure's race and even gender were obscured by a massive and shining suit of full-plate armour, helmet on and visor down. A lonsword hung from it's side. Several people turned to stare, but the figure ignored them. It listened intently to Dest, Korish, and Leon talk, then moved over to them and sat down.\n \"My name is Ari. This 'Whispering Cairn' intrigues me. May I accompany you?\" it said, without removing the helmet or lifting the visor." }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish had just finished asking his question, and slipped into deep thought, when the door opened and the tall Elven man entered, but again Korish payed him no heed. However as the figure began to walk with a distinctive \"clunk clunk\" of heavy armor, it seemed to him as if the figure were walking straight toward their small gathering. With this thought Korish turned around just in time to see the tall metal-encased figure standing next to them, begin to speak. While the man spoke, Korish studied the man. Korish had seen many kinds of people in his somewhat brief travels, but truly he had rarely seen someone so heavily armored, save for the Paladins of course. With this thought, disgust welled up inside him, and he briefly considered telling the figure to go get lost in a swamp. However pragmatism and reason quickly asserted themselves in his mind and he realized that any help would be welcome if the stories he had heard of the Carn proved true, and his allies might not be too welcome to his harsh attitude. So when the figure stopped speaking Korish merely said {In Common} Well I don't know, I don't see any problem with it, but tell me Ari, what is your profession? what aid do you bring to the group? satisfied that he would learn the truth about this armored figure soon enough, Korish relaxed, and wondered if he would get an answer from Leon as well, for truly he had not had a chance to hear what he had to say when this armored man had walked up to them." }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "My Response to the couple:\n \n Spoiler \n\"Consider me at your disposal.\" I drop 5 cp on the table as a tip, gather my things, and head out to whatever address they gave me.\n " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": " \"From what I've seen of magic, a wizard will be a great boon to us, Corspewaker. Or should I call you Korish?\" A brief look of confusion crosses Dest's face, as he thinks he picks up an elven accent on the armoured man's voice. A knight? he thinks, worriedly, but lets it go without showing his dismay. He'd picked up one skill, at least, of the elven courts. \"If your skill in battle is even half what it looks to be from that armour, we could certainly use your aid, friend,\" he said to Ari." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Ari \n\nAri does not react to Dest's compliment, but to Korish's question he replies \"I am a Paladin of Corellon Larethian.\" He opens his visor, showing a blue-eyed elven face, and reaches inside, pulling his holy symbol, the cresent moon of Corellon Larethian, out on a thin steel chain. He lets it drop, but it sits strangely, due to the chain coming out of the visor, rather than being around the neck. Obviously annoyed at this, he takes it and puts it back inside." }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": " So he IS a Paladin Korish thought to himself and under his breath he says {In Illumian} Damn Holy Men, always mussing things up for me His face changes to a sort of leering frown, and with a sneer in his voice he asks, a tad harshly {In Common} So what is YOUR interest in the Carn, oh NOBLE elf? " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "Note: From hereon Grey is for describing actions, Green is for describing speech, and Black is for describing crunch.\n\n Dest: You feel a tap on your elbow, and notice the Halfling mercenary named Inniel that has been hanging around the Inn recently. Greetings Dest. I heard you mentioning the Whispering Carn, and, as it turns out, I've just been hired to do a job there. Considered that our goals seem to be the same at the moment, I wouldn't mind traveling with you and your new companions for the moment. " }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \n\nLeon takes a moment to consider Korish's question. As he is about to speak however, he is interrupted by the arrival of Ari. He listens with interest to what he has to say, as well as the venom in Korish's reaction to the news that he is a paladin.\n\nAs soon as Inniel introduces himself however, Leon sits back with a bemused expression on his face. \"Well there is certainly far more interest in the Carn than I expected to find. I think it is well that we have had this opportunity to encounter each other in such a pleasant atmosphere first.\" \n\nHe adjusts himself to a more comfortable position before continuing. \"In answer to your question Korish, I make my living by hiring out my sword, though I am not currently under contract. My interest in the Carn is somewhat... personal...\" " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish, still staring daggers at the Ari, turns when he hears Leon speak, his mood visibly lightening at the change of hands, and says {In Common} Indeed? well if what I've heard of this place is true then any extra sword or axe will be useful, regardless of their purpose and with this last he looks sharply at Ari, attempting to make it clear that he would not let his dislike of the others methods affect the effectiveness of their potential group, even if Ari would." }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": " Inniel sighs, and cracks his knuckles. I'm glad you're all on board. I try to travel light, so I've got what I need to go. I've met Dest so far, but if any of you're interested: my name's Inniel, and I'm a blade for hire. Not much else to say, I suppose, other than I get the job done and am not averse to sharing a cheap ale and a hearty chuckle once things are finished. " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": " \"Of course, it would be senseless to try it seperately,\" Dest said to Innieal, \"Welcome aboard.\" \n\n* * *\n\n \"Well met,\" Dest told Ari in the elvish tongue. \"Corellon's freedom upon your feet,\" he added; it was an old, traditional blessing of the elven court. \"Swords and spells will both be useful to us, Korish, I'm certain,\" Dest said, \"I've heard the carn is quite a dangerous place.\" Dest had heard no such thing, actually; he was just assuming dungeons, on the whole, were dangerous places." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Bran \n\nSitting at the bar, as he has done many times before. Bran tries to overhear as many conversations as he can, trying to pickout which conversation will prove the most interesting/profitable. The past few days there hasn't been much to listen to, but there was a lot of talk about the \"Whispering Carn.\"\n\n Sounds spooky , thought Bran. Might make for an interesting song...\n\n...if I can play this right, they might let me tag along. It's all in the timing though. \n \n Spoiler \nChecks to see if Bran can figure out what the Whispering Carn is.\n\nKnowledge: History - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \nGather Information - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nBardic Knowledge - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "The Tarvern Seems to start to bore ((you guys can head to the cairn anytime you are ready))\n\nBran\n \n Spoiler \nYou seem to remeber something about a 'Whispering Cairn' that was around thease parts, mostly looted, but peaple still find things there from time to time.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Ari \n\n \n Originally Posted by Corpsewalker Korish \n So what is YOUR interest in the Carn, oh NOBLE elf? \n \n\n \"My interests are my own. You might have known them, had you been more respectful. In fact, if you wish to work with me, rather than be arrested by me for necromancy, you will keep a civil tongue in your head,\" Ari says, leaning across the table to make his point.\n\n \n Originally Posted by Dest \n \"Well met,\" Dest told Ari in the elvish tongue. \"Corellon's freedom upon your feet,\" he added; it was an old, traditional blessing of the elven court. \n \n\nAt this, Ari leans back into his seat, and the scowl leaves his face. \"And on yours, friend.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSorry about that speech, Lord A. Ari isn't normally this anal, it's just savnok's influence.\n " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": " Inniel leans over to Dest and whispers. \n Spoiler \n I've seen paladins have conversations with necromancers before, I think it'd be wise to get these two in range of something it'd be productive to fight before we're explaining what happened to the local authorities. \n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish listens in disgust to Ari's response, and is once again appalled by the sheer self righteousness Paladins seem to carry about them, paying no heed to the whispers of his fellows Korish says {In Common} ARREST me for necromancy will you? well under who's authority will you \"arrest\" me, for truly I have broken no laws nor done any wrong, though the nature of my art may DISPLEASE you GOOD SIR, I could say the same of you, but at least I will try to keep a level head for the good of this excursion and our fellows as a whole, can you do the same, or have Paladins suddenly stopped caring for the well being of their allies, Necromancer or not? With that in mind, perhaps we should be off, I am ready as soon as everyone else is, all of my spells are prepared today and I have nothing to pack, and the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can leave any UNDESIRABLE company behind. Korish speaks this last bit as, yet again, he stares poison and daggers at Ari\n\n \n Spoiler \n sorry back, But Korish doesn't like being disrespected, especially when someone treats necromancy like a vile and terrible thing (even if it is, he thinks of it more as a tool to better society and himself than anything truly evil, and while he knows most people don't feel the same, he still gets peeved about it)\n " }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \n\nSensing that things might be getting out of hand, Leon places his cup down on the table and leans back giving a satisfied sigh before addressing the group gathered around the table. \"I have all my belongings packed in my room, so it will take me but a few minutes to don my armour. Shall we meet outside the tavern in say ten minutes?\" \n\nAssuming no one objects, Leon makes his way to his room, takes off his sword belt and puts on his armour, re buckling his weapon over the top and shifting his shoulders around to even out the weight. Once satisfied, he grabs his backpack, takes the room key back to the inn keeper, and makes his way outside." }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": " Sounds good. Inniel leans back in his chair. Now, Korlish and Ari, I take it? As much fun as this has been, I'm a mercenary and I'm on the clock. If you're serious about making it to the Whispering Carn with this impromptu expedition, you might want to put this lover's quarrel aside before you end up married. Inniel stands, puts on his backpack, and makes his way outside. " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": "Dest can't help but snicker and Inniel's comments, but quickly regains his typcially elven composure. \"I've never cared much for the undead or for intricacies of a legal system,\" Dest says, \"So I didn't make a career in either. Similarly, neither of you wanted to spend painful hours of burnt hair and stuck thumbs trying to figure out how to get around traps, so you didn't end up in my line of work. Let's all leave everyone else to their preferences and be glad we were allowed to go our own way, shall we? We can meet outside in ten minutes, and if anyone else would like to come, they're welcome along the way.\" The last bit was said more loudly, to attrack more attention." }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "(( I may or may not be on tommorow so I thought i'd post before I goto bed disregard this till it applies ))\n\nYou travel through some light wooded area to the Cairn\n\n \n Spoiler \nNatural Light Illuminates a long hallway extending north into darkness. A faint breeze brings with it whispers that sound like sighing breath. It must be a trick of the wind but the effect is almost life-like. The walls have horizonal Bands of decepivly simple geometric patterns to about waist level. Some places have startling detail while others seem to be worn away by time and hacked at by weapons. Purple and Mustard flaks of anchient pant still cling at places on the walls. and a thin coat of dust is on the floor. Down the darkened hall an intersecon crosses to go east west or north. As you enter this entersection the wind picks up and a chorus of almost human sounds raise up from the darkened hall.\n\nEast\n \n Spoiler \nThis hall extends 15 feet to a pile of rubble with a small blanket and the skeleington of a human child.\n \n\nWest\n \n Spoiler \nThis hall extends about 40 feet at the end of it is what seems to be a Arcane circle on a platform. and a Large collapse at the end of the hall disallows you to continue. but the circle remains.\n \n\nNorthern\n \n Spoiler \nThree Wolves Stand here Growling at you (Please wait for me...)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Intrigued by a group containing a necromancer and a paladin, Bran makes up his mind to follow them at a distance.\n\n Well, even if the quest is a bust, the eventual fight between the necromancer and the paladin might be song worthy. \n\nWaiting until they all leave, Bran stands, and moves towards the door.\n\nFollowing them through some light woods, Bran does his best not to be seen or heard.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n\n(edit)Apparently I'm not very good at hiding...\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Corpsewalker Korish \n Korish listens in disgust to Ari's response, and is once again appalled by the sheer self righteousness Paladins seem to carry about them, paying no heed to the whispers of his fellows Korish says {In Common} ARREST me for necromancy will you? well under who's authority will you \"arrest\" me, for truly I have broken no laws nor done any wrong, though the nature of my art may DISPLEASE you GOOD SIR, I could say the same of you, but at least I will try to keep a level head for the good of this excursion and our fellows as a whole, can you do the same, or have Paladins suddenly stopped caring for the well being of their allies, Necromancer or not? With that in mind, perhaps we should be off, I am ready as soon as everyone else is, all of my spells are prepared today and I have nothing to pack, and the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can leave any UNDESIRABLE company behind. Korish speaks this last bit as, yet again, he stares poison and daggers at Ari. \n \n\n \"I will not arrest you for two reasons. The first- We will soon be working together. The second- In fact, I care little whether you practice necromancy. Whatever my god may believe, Necromancy can be used for good or evil, as can any skill. I will not arrest you for it while you stick to the former. What I take issue with is your lack of respect. You began attempting to insult and belittle me as soon as we met, with no provocation. I will not suffer to be constantly insulted. Contain your bias, or remove yourself from my company.\" Ari says sternly, then closes his visor and walks out of the tavern to join the others." }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish, clearly angered by Ari's words, got up to join his fellows, muttering harshly under his breath {In Illumian} Self Rightous bastard \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI hope its ok if Korish swears on odd occasion\n " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": " \"Coming with us, then?\" Dest says as he notes the movement and sound of snapping twigs beneath the feet of a humanoid figure, walking through the forest. \"Welcome aboard.\" \n\nWhen the party, now assembled, reaches the Cairn, Dest takes a look in each direction. \"Though I make no claim to leadership, I'd like to cast a vote against approaching the snarling wolves just yet.\" " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": " Inniel gestures toward the skeleton and blanket. Well, finding that blanket was the reason I came, but I think retrieving it can wait until we've taken care of the wolf issue. Inniel takes a defensive stance and draws a steel pick from a strap on his side. \n\nInniel draws his heavy pick." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Ari \n\nAri says nothing on the trip. He keeps his visor down and his hand on the hilt of his longsword. When he sees the wolves, he moves to the front of the group and draws his sword.\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative, if needed: (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \n\nLeon will respond to any attempts at conversation from the group, however he is content to remain a quiet observer of the evolving dynamic of the group.\n\nWhen he sees the wolves, Leon moves up to Ari and brings his shield up to a more defensive posture and draws his bastard sword.\n\n \"I am willing to leave the snarling wolves alone for the moment as well, as long as they are willing to do the same.\" " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish looks around and speaks up {In Common} I don't really feel to fond of the idea of approaching the wolves myself, but I would like to check out that skeleton, maybe see what it died of then Korish grumbles something about it being dark, even with the sigils spinning around his head giving off light, Korish begins to cast a spell.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n I'm summoning my Owl Familiar, hope thats ok\n " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "The wolves sit defencily growling at the group. they do not move\n\n \n Spoiler \n Wolves Readied Vs. Approch.\n " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": " Well stranger, I appreciate non-violent solutions but I've never known wolves to favor diplomacy. \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Irritated by the fact he had been seen, Bran answers Dest.\n\n \"Yes\" Bran sighs, \"I'm coming along for the ride...\" he says in a somewhat disappointed tone.\n\n\n This would have made for a much better song if I had been able to come to the rescue... \n\nAs they continue walking, Bran stays quiet, trying to make mental notes of each person's personality so he might portray them right in his lyrics.\n\nComing to the cave, and seeing the wolves...\n\n \"Hrmm...a cave guarded by wolves...that just won't do. It needs something scarier, like giants or a dragon...\" \n\nBran thinks to himself...\n\n Although I'm glad it's not either of those things... " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Ari \n\nAri begins walking toward the wolves, holding himself in a defensive position, sword extended to stop wolf jaws from closing on armour.\n \n Spoiler \nTotal defense and moving towards the wolves.\n " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Full Defence is a full-round action. So you made a Defence action..still a boost in AC. the Wolves all three get their readied actions. Sooo...we have attack rolls..bite attacks..with trip! at that..they are all three attemping trips.\n\nWolf 1: [roll]1d20+3[/roll] Attack roll\n [roll]1d6+1[/roll] damage\n [roll]1d20+1[/roll] DC to not be tripped.\n\nWolf 2: [roll]1d20+3[/roll] Attack roll\n [roll]1d6+1[/roll] damage\n [roll]1d20+1[/roll] DC to not be tripped.\n\nWolf 3: [roll]1d20+3[/roll] Attack roll\n [roll]1d6+1[/roll] damage\n [roll]1d20+1[/roll] DC to not be tripped.\n\nI hope that works..\n " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Full Defence is a full-round action. So you made a Defence action..still a boost in AC. the Wolves all three get their readied actions. Sooo...we have attack rolls..bite attacks..with trip! at that..they are all three attemping trips.\n\nWolf 1: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] Attack roll\n (1d6+1)[ 2 ] damage\n (1d20+1)[ 18 ] DC to not be tripped.\n\nWolf 2: (1d20+3)[ 13 ] Attack roll\n (1d6+1)[ 5 ] damage\n (1d20+1)[ 13 ] DC to not be tripped.\n\nWolf 3: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] Attack roll\n (1d6+1)[ 4 ] damage\n (1d20+1)[ 15 ] DC to not be tripped.\n\nI hope that works.." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nFYI. 😉\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD \n Total Defense\nYou can defend yourself as a standard action. You get a +4 dodge bonus to your AC for 1 round. Your AC improves at the start of this action. You can’t combine total defense with fighting defensively or with the benefit of the Combat Expertise feat (since both of those require you to declare an attack or full attack). You can’t make attacks of opportunity while using total defense. \n \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAs theterran pointed out, Total Defense is a standard action. Also, my armour class is 19 + 4 for total defense, is 23. So none of those hit.\n " }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "Inits all around then, I guess, mine is 11 from before" }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Crunch: OOPs...sorry...that is fine. The wolves miss (had some problmes with the roller...) Continue combat..." }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \nInitiative: 14\nAC: 19\nHP: 9\n\nSeeing the wolves attack his companions, Leon hikes up his shield and moves towards the closest animal. With a deep breath, he lunges forward and lashes out with his over sized blade in a simply diagonal slash.\n\n Attack - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d10+2)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Korish, seeing his friends in peril, finishes casting his Summon Familiar spell and starts casting Magic Missile, aiming for the closest uninjured wolf.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n just in case I need it (1d20)[ 3 ] initiative\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n forgot to roll damage for missile (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": "Seeing the wolves, Dest moves to Ari's aid, taking a series of careful, though seemingly haphazard steps up to the wolves, ending his bizarre approach with a stab from his elven rapier, striking at the wolf from the side while it preoccupied itself with his more heavily armoured companion.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nA map, so I know just how far away the wolves are and how they're positioned, would be helpful. Dest is moving up to the wolves, flanking if possible, tumbling if necessary, and and attacking with his rapier. If he is unable to flank, Dest remains where he is, on full defense.\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Bran \n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nI never rolled Init...so here. (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n \n\n\nSeeing everyone inch into combat, Bran sighs inwardly...\n\n And so they methodically, and with much fear, attacked the wolves... \n\nBran sighs out loud.\n\n That will never do... \n\nBran pulls out his whip from his belt and moves toward the wolves, making sure to keep the 'armored guy' inbetween himself and the wolves." }, { "author": "ArmorArmadillo", "message": "I think most everyone has done Initiative and I'm up, so:\n\n Moving forward with his pick ready, Inniel let's loose a shout and weaves into a strike position. He swings his pick, hoping to connect with a wolf's neck. \n\nMove to the nearest wolf and Power Attack for one, pick in both hands.\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \nAnd, if I hit Damage - (1d4+4)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ruik", "message": " Leon Arden \nInitiative: 14\nAC: 19\nHP: 9/9\n\nA moment of frustration at his feeble, quickly quashed, washes over Leon. He takes a half step backwards to give himself room and then lunges forward at the wolf once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk, round two attacks as I have to go to sleep-land now:\n attack - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n damage - (1d10+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "VeisuItaTyhjyys", "message": "EDIT: Initiative: 6\nHP: 6/6\nAC: 16 (20 if flanking doesn't look to be possible)\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nSome rolls might be helpful, huh? If Dest does take the attack:\nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \nTumble: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: Likem vs. Andek Firebeard \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": " (1d20-2)[ 0 ] \n\nWhatever." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Ouch. I can't actually get lower than that, but for the sake of formality...\n\n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Actions: \n Spoiler \nBegin in P21 with Hand Axe in hand. Double move to R10. Declare Likem as my dodge target.\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP 14/14\nAC 16 vs Likem, 15 vs others\nFort +4, Ref +5, Will +5\n \n\n\nPass turn." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Computer Troubles. Will post soon." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "I'll be out of town for xmas (as will most of the playgrounders, I'm sure). I'll be able to post again on the 26th, after 1pm. But it's still Siric's turn anyway, so I'm not particularly worried.\n\nHope you get your computer issues resolved - and have a Happy Whatever-you-celebrate. 😁" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Thanks for understanding. Computer issues aren't resolved, but I can post now!\n\nMerry Whatever Indeed\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to R6, What do I see?\n \n\n\nNot done/" }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Meh. Not going to wait for the Refs any longer.... Move to S4. Do I see you? If so, (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n (1d8+1)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Ow. Alright, let's get this show on the road...\n\nDodge target you, charge from R10 to R5.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] for Damage - (1d6+1)[ 4 ] plus stunning fist (Fort DC13).\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP 8/14\nAC 16\n " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Looks like I missed. Your go.\n\nStats (for refs):\n \n Spoiler \nHP 8/14\nAC 14 (-2 charge, +1 Dodge)\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "5 foot step to R3\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n attack - (1d8+1)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "I assume that's your turn?\n\nFlurry of Blows with shurikens.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] for damage - (1d2+1)[ 2 ] \nand\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] for damage - (1d2+1)[ 2 ] \n\n5-foot adjustment to S4, Dodge target you.\n\nGo." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Looks like I may have hit at least once...\n\nStats for the refs: \n Spoiler \nHP 8/14\nAC 18 vs Likem (15 +1 Dodge, +2 Tree), 17 vs potential others.\n8 shuriken remaining\n " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Remember kids, your characer sheet is just as importnat as your opponents.\n\nDeclare Dodge against you. Forgot I had Dodge.\n\nMove to S2, giving you an attack of opportunity.\n\nI have mobility, which puts me at AC 23. Maybe 25 due to the post.\nFinish my move action by going to U2.\n\nAnd than attack you. And I have Point Blank Shot, something else I forgot.\n (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Critical!\n\n (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \n (1d8+1)[ 2 ] +1 due to PBS\n (1d8+1)[ 5 ] +1 due to PBS\n\nUnless I missed something, you need to try and kill me with an AoO or I win." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "So, AoO with the hand axe.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n\nKnowing I have to Nat 20 with that roll to hit, I'll just roll the X3 crit damage now.\n\n damage - (3d6+3)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Nope. Game, set, match.\n\nWell played, Siric.\n\nBack to the drawing board..." }, { "author": "Siric", "message": "Indeed! Good game, and good luck on your future ones!" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " High Ref Mav:\n\nLikem is declared the winner and receives the prizes previously mentioned. " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: Fudd vs. Grock \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "A little white goblin with red eyes enters the arena\n initiative - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Lovely...😩\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Grock 1st to act - round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \nGrock starts at P21 with his grappling hook in hands and throws it to the roof\n use rope - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] vs DC 16\n\nthe ret of my actions will depend on this roll\n \n\n\n\nNot done" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Grock moves to Q 20 and starts to climb accelerated 10 feet\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q20 10 feet up\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +9 Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 8x MW bolts, 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 1 \n \n Spoiler \nStarting in L6 with a scroll of invisibility in hand. Fudd will cast Invisibility from the scroll. (1d20+1)[ 16 ] vs DC 4\n\nAssuming that succeeds, Fudd will move to L8.\n\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 4 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nYour Turn\n\n(edit)Might need an LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n I'm Invisible! \nLocation: L8\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (1/10)\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Grock\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n\n@Fudd\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 2 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock continues to climb accelerated to until he reaches Q19\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nand hides there\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: probably Q19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +9 Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n liten - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 2 \n \n Spoiler \nDouble Move to M15. I am Invisible\n\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 4 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 1 ] \n \n\n\nYour Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: M15\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (1/10)\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 3 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock retrieves the rope and grappling hook and leaves it at the floor of Q19\n hide - (1d20+14)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn, we need a LoS check\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: probably Q19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +9 Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Grock\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n\n@Fudd\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Refs\n \n Spoiler \nOk, so I was not aware fact that you need a 2nd climb check for a full round climbing(and no ref ever asked for one so I continued to make a simple check), now that someone confirmed that I need to make one this is the second climb check for round 2...(if I fail this it will be a mess ¬¬)\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] vs DC 5\n \n\n\n\nEDIT: Problem solved ignore this post and it's still your turn TheTerran😁" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Just saying I'm still here so I don't lose by 2 day default...will have a move up later." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I was already polishing the hammer😏\n\nWell, let's hope that my opponent on other match that is soon to be hammered appears too" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 3 \n \n Spoiler \nDouble Move to N20\n\n Hide - (1d20+32)[ 43 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 3 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ -1 ] \n \n\n\nNeed an LoS check, but it's your turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N20\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (3/10)\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Assuming no LoS...\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 4 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock moves silently and hidding to J 18, if LoS is not stablished he continues to move to J13\n MS - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n hide - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J18 or J13\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS.\n\nJust reminding you that you need cover to hide. So you are hidden from all directions but west.\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 4 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nDouble Move to T21. I'm Invisible!\n\n Hide - (1d20+32)[ 46 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 19 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 7 ] \n\nLooking for him or his dumb grappling hook/rope.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\nNeed another LoS check...gotta love these!\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N20\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (4/10)\nSpells: \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou see his rope and grappling hook in a pile on the roof in Q19. No sign or sound from him though.\n\nAlso might want to roll MS checks if you are concerned about that.\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nUsing a Double Move, there's no way an MS check would help at all. So I just won't worry with it at this point.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Bronz and other refs\n \n Spoiler \n just a reminder, I am ON the roof, I am claiming cover from the ground area where he should be, unless he beats two DC 25 climb checks or worse\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 5 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock continues to circle the roof, he moves silently and hides to J8 and if LoS is not stablished again he continues Q8 (if I don't see him then he should be inside the barn, and no way I am going down there where I will be at range for his spells)\n\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \n MS - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J8 or Q8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " High ref KC \n\n@Morbius \n Spoiler \nNo Los. I guess that means you are in Q8\n \n\n\n@Terran \n Spoiler \nNo Los.\n \n\n\nTerran's turn" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 5 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nI'm Invisibile!\nMove Action: Draw a Scroll of Expeditious Retreat.\nMove Action: Move to R19.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: R19\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (5/10)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 5 \n \n Spoiler \n Sigh, I don't wanted to play a Dorritz but... still hidding stay put and ready action to shoot him if I see him without cover\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J8 or Q8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - 2nd to Act in Round 6 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCast Expeditious Retreat from scroll.\n\nMove to V13.\n\n hide - (1d20+32)[ 51 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 8 ] \n\nLooking for him and to make sure his equipment is still in Q19.\n \n\n\nYour Turn.\n\nNeed an LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: V13\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (6/10)\nExpeditious Retreat (1/10)\nSpells: \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n\nEdit: I apparently missed that you moved. You see Grock in Q8 on the corner of the roof, trying to hide.\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou hear spellcasting from the Southeast, but see nothing.\n\nTo clarify what I said earlier, you need cover relative to your opponent to hide. As you are on the very edge of the roof, there is no cover to the east of you unless your opponent was right up next to the barn looking up. Anything farther out and East of you (and north of you currently) would have a clear view of you.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I hear spellcasting from where? Hey! You bought a invisibility scroll😦 , hum.. sneaky..., however all your spells have a range of 25 except...\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 7 \n\n\nBased on the items you bought and the spellcasting I have an odd felling that you have LoS to me, if you do you may read this.\n \n Spoiler \n Grocks moves to L9 and drop prone, well if you are not where I think you are here comes a bolt in my face...\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: L9\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 7 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nStupid little goblin...😩\n\nMove to V3. If no LoS\nMove to L3.\n\n hide - (1d20+32)[ 44 ] \n spot - (1d20-1)[ 4 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 3 ] \n \n\n\nNeed an LoS check...again \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: V3 or L3\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (7/10)\nExpeditious Retreat (2/10)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nPlease check my previous spoiler. I made a mistake and didn't notice you moved.\n\nI apologize.\n \n\n\nStill Terran's turn." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nIf I go ahead and take my move to V3 or L3, will I have LoS of him prone at L9? If so, I'll keep that part of my move or all of my move.\n\nYes, I read his spoiler cause he told me to 😛\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nV3 does not have LoS to him, but L3 does. However, you will have to deal with cover from the barn and the fact that he is prone (both add 4 to his touch AC to ranged attacks)\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "My turn?( stupid 10 character limit)" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nI'll just keep my original posted actions and double move to L3.\n \n\n\nYour turn Morbius." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 8 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks stands up and stay at L9, and ready an action to move to P 13 if I hear any spellcasting.\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: L9\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe stood up in L9\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\n2 sneaks make for a long fight huh?\n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n Not really, the spell will last only one minute, so if he used it at 1st round he only have a few more rounds then its game.\n \n\n\nStill your turn terran" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 8 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nReady an Action: If he moves to either Q8 or J8, I will move as silently as possible to Q7 or J7 respectively.\n\nIf I move directly under him like that, will I be able to see him at all?\n\n MS - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Hide - (1d20+52)[ 71 ] (-20 if i move)\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 2 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 6 ] \n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n'Nother check..\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: L3\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 15 Touch: 15 FF: 11\nInvisibility (8/10)\nExpeditious Retreat (3/10)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nsigh\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nGoing directly by the 5' cube rule you would only have LoE if he decided to peer over and circumvent the cube.\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS, no spell was cast that you can tell.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 9 \n\nYou hear a voice from the roof:\n\n\" You use your weak magic to hide from me but it will end soon, what will you do then?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks continues to stand on L9, and ready an action to move to P 13 if I hear any spellcasting.\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: L9\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 9 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action: Draw Xbow\nStandard Action: Cast Shield\n\nTake a 5ft Step to K2. Does he still have cover from the Barn?\n\n Hide - (1d20+32)[ 36 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 18 ] \n\nLet me know if he moves from L9.\n \n\n\nYour Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: K2\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 19 Touch: 15 FF: 15\nInvisibility (9/10)\nExpeditious Retreat (4/10)\nShield (1/10)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nOne momento!\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou hear spellcasting North of you. You may take your readied action if desired.\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nHolding off on your question for just a second. We need something from Morbius...for some reason 😁\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "refs\n \n Spoiler \n Yep, Grock moves to P 13 all right\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nImmediately before you cast shield, Grock moved away from you, then quickly out of LoS. As you are out of actions, I will tell Morbius it is his turn but feel free to take your 5' step.\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nYour turn. No LoS.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 10 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks moves from P13 to P 19 and readies an action to shoot him if I see himwithout cover(however I always confuse myself, if I have only a move action now I will simply move to P 19).\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: P19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 10 \n Weak magic? How about you?!? Hiding on top of that roof. Well...you are a goblin...cowardly and all...I'll be in the barn if you want to continue this. \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action: Move to L9.\nMove Action: Draw a Scroll of Mage Armor.\n\n((Invisibility end at the end of the Round...))\n \n\n\nYour Turn.\n\nRef Stats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: L9\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 19 Touch: 15 FF: 15\nInvisibility (10/10)\nExpeditious Retreat (5/10)\nShield (2/10)\nSpells:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I think I already know the answer for this but\n\nrefs\n \n Spoiler \n Is it possible to remove a tile or carve a hole in the roof with my knive? Even if it takes a long time?\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "So far I got no answer to my question above but as I think it will be a no so I will simply continue to post normally\n\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 11 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks moves silently and hidding from P19 to Q19 and picks up his grappling hook and rope.\n hide - (1d20+14)[ 29 ] \n MS - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nI'm going off this concerning my Invisibility which is in the Waiting Room:\n\n \n Originally Posted by Jacob Orlove \n Scrolls default to the minimum level necessary to cast the spell, though you can buy ones with higher CLs by paying more. As Invisibility is a 2nd level spell, the scrolls CL is 3 normally, so 30 rounds. \n \n \n\n Fudd - Round 11 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nStill Invisible according to Jacob.\nFree Action: Drop XBow.\nMove Action: Draw Scroll of Mage Armor\nStandard Action: Cast Mage Armor from Scroll\nFree Action: Drop Scroll.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: L9\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 23 Touch: 15 FF: 19\nInvisibility (11/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (6/10)\nShield (3/10)\nMage Armor (1/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Grock\n \n Spoiler \n\nI believe the roof is stone like the walls, so you can't cut through it.\n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS, and it is 30 round on the invis.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 11 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks moves silently and hidding from Q19 to Q15 and .\n MS - (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \n hide - (1d20+11)[ 31 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - 2nd to Act - Round 12 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action: Pick up Xbow.\nMove Action: Move to M18.\n\n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 17 ] \n \n\n\nYour Turn.\n(edit) Might need a check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: M18\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 23 Touch: 15 FF: 19\nInvisibility (12/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (7/10)\nShield (4/10)\nMage Armor (2/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 13 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks moves silently and hidding from Q15 to Q11 .\n hide - (1d20+14)[ 25 ] \n MS - (1d20+14)[ 29 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q19\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@refs\n \n Spoiler \nDid I hear anything in Round 12?\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@theterran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNope\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 13 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to O24.\n\nActive Spot and Listen Check.\n\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 0 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\nLoS Check.\n\nI'm done.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: O24\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 23 Touch: 15 FF: 19\nInvisibility (13/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (8/10)\nShield (5/10)\nMage Armor (3/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I have been told that a invisibility spell cast from a scroll defaults to the minimum caster level, meaning that i will in fact last for 30 rounds oO, no way Grock will go down before your invisibility is broke somehow, so do you mind if we fast forward another 20 rounds or so?\n\nPS: If you agree with the above I still have to take a couple of actions before we actually fast forward" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "What...you don't want to waste the next 17 rounds with random crap? 😁" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I prefer to fast foward" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Alright...let's Fast Forward to Round 28. 😦\n\nThat would put you up first still." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "It lasts 30 rounds... so just to be sure I am going with 33\n\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 33 \n \n Spoiler \n Grocks and attaches his grappling hook and starts to climb down accelerated (15 feet).\n\n use rope - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] vs DC 10\n MS - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] vs DC 5\n MS - (1d20+14)[ 24 ] \n hide - (1d20+14)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q11 (likely)\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "refs\n \n Spoiler \nthe first MS roll was supposed to be a climb check (thus the 5 DC) and the modifier was supposed to be only +2 but I would pass anyway\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Meh...I had a few actions I wanted to take, so I'll just spoiler them in with my move for Round 33." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "OK, waiting for your post then" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 33 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nAlright...for sake of time, we fast forwarded.\n\nIn round 32 I would have cast Reduce Person on myself.\n\nRound 33.\n\nI'm in O20 trying to hide.\n\nIf I see Grock and he's within 30ft I will cast Phantasmal Assailants on him.\n \n\n\nYour turn...might need an LoS check or something...after all...20 rounds have passed.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: O20\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 20 Touch: 16 FF: 16\nReduce Person (2/10)\nMage Armor (23/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@refs\n \n Spoiler \nForgot the Hide Roll\n Hide - (1d20+16)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Well actually just to be here this is what I was going to do before the fast foward\n \n Spoiler \n Drop grappling hook and ready an action to move if I hear spellcasting then pick it up again on round 32\n \n\n Grock 1st to act - round 34 \nAssuming no LoS\n \n Spoiler \n Grocks continues to climb down accelerated (15 feet) and moves to Q5.\n\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] vs DC 5\n\n MS - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n hide - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q5 (likely)\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 34 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nKeep same readied action.\n SPot - (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: O20\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 20 Touch: 16 FF: 16\nReduce Person (3/10)\nMage Armor (24/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 35 \nAssuming no LoS\n \n Spoiler \n Just in case I haven't said this before Grock loads his crossbow and will move silently to M7 and peek around the corner while hidding\n MS - (1d20+14)[ 16 ] \n hide - (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nNeed a LoS check, if it is not stablished it's your turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: M7\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS. And shame on you for saying \"same readied action\". You should know better 😉\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 35 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to N17. and Hide.\nReady and Action to Cast Phantasmal Assailants if I get LoE and he's within 30ft.\n\n Hide - (1d20+16)[ 23 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 13 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N17\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16\nReduce Person (4/10)\nMage Armor (25/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 36 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock continues to peek around the corner while hidding (I will keep the previous hidding roll if that is not a problem) and make two active spot checks\n spot1 - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n spot2 - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nNeed a LoS check, it's your turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: M7\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " High Ref KC \n\n@Morbius \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Terran \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "So... we have come to this... lol, I am guessing you really are at the barn hidding with a +20 roll that my spots won't be able to beat. The problem is that so am I😁, and your spot checks won't beat my +30 hide check😁 😁 😁 😁\n\nnow... how do we solve this?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "You jump out and I'll cast something at you...then you can make the save and kill me with a bolt 🤨" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by theterran \n You jump out and I'll cast something at you...then you can make the save and kill me with a bolt 🤨 \n \n\nYour you may jump and and if you survive my bolt you may cast your spell.😉" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 36 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to N13. Breaking my hiding.\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 2 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\nLoS check!\n\nTurn not over..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " High Ref KC \n\n@ Morbius \n Spoiler \nYou see your opponent in N13\n \n\n@Terran \n Spoiler \nWith a spot like that, you see nothing: No LOS\n \n\n@other refs \n Spoiler \nI think this is right... I'm not sure how to judge LoS with peeking around corners. I'm assuming I take the corner that he is peeking around and draw the line from there.\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 36 (cont) \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nContinue on to N12.\n\n Hide - (1d20+16)[ 36 ] \n\nHiding in hay.\n \n\n\nTurn ends.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N17\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16\nReduce Person (5/10)\nMage Armor (26/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 37 \n \n Spoiler \n As I play a ilusionist myself I know that 1st one is usually a bait, let's see if it pops out of existence this round.\n\nIf the Fudd I see in the barn is still at N13:\nGrock readies an action to take a 5 foot step and fire at Fudd if he moves towards him\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nNeed a LoS check, then it's your turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: M7\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n[roll2]\n[roll3]\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nTaking one step back. Still Grock's turn.\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Fudd you saw in N13 was a tiny Fudd, and as such you just barely made out the top of his head. When you look back in, you no longer see a Fudd in N13 so you can redo your actions.\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS, and N12 is not \"in the hay\". You need to be on a hay square for that, and remember they cost double movement.\n \n\n\n@Other refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs Fudd is currently tiny (a gnome with reduce person), he shouldn't have even been seen at N13 as the hay from the door was easily full cover. Since he walked forward towards and possibly into the hay, he certainly has full cover now from the doorway.\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz - \n Spoiler \nWell crap...didn't realize they costed double move...that should really be put on the map legend.\n\nAnd I meant N11...😩\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nIt is precedent though. I am trying to get authority to make a rules guideline on the front page so that we can have things like this posted for all to see.\n\nAnd also, we have to go by what was put down, not what was meant as you know.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 37 redone \n \n Spoiler \n Grock continues to try to spot him from the corner\n spot1 - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n spot2 - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\n\n\nNeed a LoS check, then it's your turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: M7\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.(20)\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 37 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nIf I'm already in N11, then I'll continue hiding in the hay. If I'm in N12, then I'll 5ft step to N11 and hide in the hay.\n\n hide - (1d20+16)[ 33 ] \n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ 13 ] \n\nReady an Action: If I see him and he's within 30ft, I'll cast Phantasmal Assailants.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nLoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N11\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16\nReduce Person (6/10)\nMage Armor (27/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 38 \n\nYou hear a voice from north side of the barn.\n \"Sorry but I am not entering that little spider trap of yours, if you want to fight you can come out here\" \n \n Spoiler \n Grock double moves to T 12\n \n\n\n\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: T12\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "😩\n Fudd - Round 38 \n\n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to N8. Ready Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: N8\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16\nReduce Person (7/10)\nMage Armor (28/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Grock 1st to act - round 38 \n\nYou hear a voice from west side of the barn.\n \"Still waiting...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Grock moves to Z13 and readies an action to shoot him if he sees Fudd without cover\n \n\n\n\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Z13\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Fudd - Round 38 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to M7. If I see him, and he's in range, I'll Phantasmal Assailants him.\n\n Spot - (1d20-1)[ 17 ] \n Listen - (1d20-2)[ -1 ] \n \n\n\nYour Turn...Probably need an LoS.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: M7\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16\nReduce Person (7/10)\nMage Armor (28/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Ref Mav:\n\nNo LoS" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Gahhh😦, sorry, on my last post I meant east, not west ><\", you heard a voice from the east, if that would change your actions you may do so.\n\nEither way that will hardly change my action this turn.\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 39 \n \n Spoiler \n Grock stays at Z13 and readies an action to shoot him and take a 5 foot step away from Fudd if he sees him without cover\n \n\n\n\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Z13\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Nope, doesn't phase my actions\n\n Fudd - Round 39 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove from M7 to M6, then to P6. If LoS is established and he's within 30ft, Phantasmal Assailants, if not, I'll ready an action to cast it if I gain LoE and he's within 30ft.\n \n\n\nI'm done.\nNeed LoS.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: P6\nHP: 5/5\nAC: 21 Touch: 17 FF: 16 (+2 Tree not included)\nReduce Person (8/10)\nMage Armor (29/600)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Acid Splash, Acid Splash, Resistance, Ghost Sounds (I)\nLevel 1 - Shield-x, Reduce Person-x, Color Spray, Color Spray (I)\nLevel 2 - Phantasmal Assailants\n \n\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nAnd we have LoS established.\n\nFudd is in P6 with a standard action remaining, yet Grocks ready action goes now.\n\nGrock is stood in Z13" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Grock fires at Fudd\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n damage - (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nAnd takes a 5 foot step to Z14\n\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Z14\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: 1x CLW potion , 19 bolts\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "I'm dead...thank God that's over...😛" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n Grock is declared the winner and takes all that is earned. " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by theterran \n I'm dead...thank God that's over...😛 \n \n\n😦? Don't you had that \"create-two-Fudds\" instant magic that would require me to roll for a 50% \"concealment\" chance?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Yes...but I'm not going to use it...congrats on the win...\n\nthis just took forever...😩" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Don't you hate invisibility?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Don't you hate invisibility? \n \n\nNope, I love it.\n\nThat is why I took a 30 rounds long sunbath on the roof of the barn while Fudd was invisible trying to reach me😉.\n\nIf he can't reach me he can't touch me😁 (even if he is invisible)" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "I love it when I can actually get to my opponent...stupid barn." } ]
[ { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "It's the third day of Syphros (mid autum for those who don't have the ECS), and the city of Darthun is in an unusualy festive mood. It's two days before the Festival of Moons, a night of costume balls, parties, and other revelry. The Festival continues dispite the War, and decorations of all sorts can be seen everywhere. Wreaths of autum leaves decorate many a door and everywhere russet-colored streamers dance in the wind.\n\nThe news from the front is also heatening. The fighting has died down along the north and west, while recent victories in the south over the traitorous hobgoblins and Valenar elves have bolstered morale. The atmosphere of merriment could not even be spoiled by the strange events earlier today. A blinding flash of vivid purple light washed across the sky shortly after noon, followed by a small earthquake. The quake caused little damage, although there was some looting in the confusion. The city watch put more guards on patrol and things soon returned to normal, back to preparing for the festivities and making the rounds of all the pre-Festival parties.\n\nAs always, a few crazy rumors are mixed in with the news. Tall tales of pink dragons marauding into Valenar from the southern reaches of the Endworld Mountains mingle with stories of pirate vessals, crewed by fairies, raiding the ships of the Lhazar princes over tall mugs of ale in the taverns and inns you've passed through.\n\nThe city is full of travelers, most come to enjoy the planned celebration dispite, or perhaps because of, the War. It was difficult to find an inn at which to stay the night, so you finaly had to settle for a room at the Dragon's Deal, a slightly run-down inn on the southeastern side of town, one of the poorer districts of the city. The price seemed exorbiant for such coarse accomidations, but it was either pay up or find a place to camp outside the city walls, and after several days on the road the prospect of a real bed and a decent meal were too good to resist.\n\nThe common room is crowded tonight, paced with people because some lordling decided to throw a party at the Dragon's Deal with free drinks for all comers. By the size of the crowd, he'll learn his lesson by morning when he finds his pocketbook alot lighter. The place is moderately clean, with tables and chairs battered by long use, and a bar worn by the countless hands of years worth of customers. There are several loud games of three dragon ante being played along the far end of the room, with plenty of cursing whenever money changes hands. Earlier one such game almost came to blows, but a few free beers soon calmed things down.\n\nA cold draft billows through the room as a pair of workmen saunter in the inn and past your table on the way to the bar, where they take the last few stools in front of it and call for a couple of drinks.\n\nSeveral others share the table with you for the evenening meal, fellow travelers from all across Cyre. Some are just passing through, some are soldiers back on leave from the front, and others are just here for the upcoming festival." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Journeyman Alchemist Sripor, Telepath & Adventurer Wanabee \n\nThe inn is crowded. If one was to go to the corner of the room, shoving through masses of peoples, they would find a lone man, with something strange about him, sitting alone in the corner, drinking a cup of apple cider. He's in the clothing of a Alchemist, and indeed he is; Sripor was just visiting the town center in order to sell alchemical goods for his master, teacher, and guide, Urefines 1 .\n\nThis is Sripor 2 . He is a telepath, and an Elan 3 at that. He flips a coin, his mind focused 4 . Business was hard; there was too much competition.\n\n \n 1 Pronounced \"Yure Phoenix.\"\n 2 If any character is to attempt writing down Sripor's name, they will instead end up writing \"Shrifor,\" as that is how Sripor's name is pronounced, and that is what most people would think how it is spelled.\n 3 No, not .\n 4 Starting Psionically Focused. See Psionic Concentration skill. " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris revels in the anonymity of the large crowd and watching strangers body language and manners. He takes a good look at the companions at his table then decides to be get into the spirit and stands up and says, \"Greetings fellows I am Morries and I wish to propose a toast of good health to you all.\" \n\nMorris is about as average looking as you can get and his clothes are of a simple artisan. Near his feet is a backpack stuffed to capacity with what looks like adventures gear." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": " Zin \n\nA changeling sits at one of the table's ends. With long hair, flashy clothing, and theatrical movements, he makes it difficult for others to ignore him. Arranged in front of him are a series of cards marked with finely crafted drawings and draconic runes.\n\n \"A flash of silver, a shower of copper, either will buy you a glimpse into what will be. We all are victims of fate, pawns in the celestial game. Why not, at the very least, learn what shall soon occur? Love? Fortune? I can reveal to you your destiny.\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"Oi, fortune teller. I am pretty sure what my fate would be. I would be a silver poorer and you would be a silver richer.\" \n \n Spoiler \n I would like to do a sense motive check on Zin to see if he is running a scam or might honestly believe in the power of the cards. Not sure if you want me to roll, or you will, since failure means I might believe the wrong thing. Check can be done in 1 round due to class ability and Mo's total sense motive modifier is +7.\n\n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "The fortune teller remains unabashed.\n\n \"Wealth is relative. What is a piece of silver when compared to knowing one's fate? Here, a sample.\" The changeling stacks the cards into a single deck and draws one from the middle. The image on the card is that of a cloaked human. \"The Veiled Woman, a mysterious figure. A stranger with much to reveal. The hidden being brought to the surface. A sudden change of luck. Much can be meant by this card. More knowledge, of course, comes at a price.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBluff +10\nZin does not believe in the cards, but is confident that some of the fortunes he tells will come true.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The changling fortune teller seems quite convinced that he can tell fortunes with his cards. Wether or not his belief translates into practical skill is not so readily apparent." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " Ja'khaa, goblin warrior of the Bladesmark and Cyran stalwart \n\nA pair of beady red eyes peers through a chink in the woodwork of the inn's doors. Shortly after seeing the volume of the crowd, they withdraw with a huffing and a growling.\n\nA few minutes later, the doors burst inward and a goblin warrior saunters in, a surly scowl upon his face. He wears a leathern lancer's cap in faded colours of green and gold and his bulbous nose flares in annoyance at the crowd's gaity.\n\nHis tangerine flesh shivers from more than the evening draft and he tightens his short, weather-beaten cloak of green weave around his small body. The action does not obscure from view, however, his tabard of gold, the uniform of the loyal Cyran soldier. Upon this is emblazoned the symbol of a black paw-print, the insignia of the Blacklaw, the famed regiment of goblin wolfriders who refused to revolt along with the notorious Lhesh Haruuc, out of their century-long loyalty to the Cyran people.\n\nAs he walks into the tavern, his eyes rove the crowd nervously and his scowl deepens. I hate crowds! Stupid party-goers, they don't know that the Valenar are but five days' march away... Yet! Yet the Deneith commander expressly forbade me from raising the alarm to avoid causing panic! \"Khyber take his caution...\" the goblin mutters as he shoulders his way toward the bar.\n\nStronger of sinew and blood than the average goblin, Ja'khaa's body ripples with muscle beneath his suit of studded leather. He nimbly hops onto the nearest bar stool, slams a dagger down on the much-stained wood and growls to the barkeep, \"I'th' name of the Lights, send some meat--- good meat, mind ye, to the wolf in yer stable. He's bein' kept by my cousin, you'll know from the lance I left there. And an ale here as well, if' ye please...\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The barkeep, a middle-aged halfling, pours a tall mug of ale, aparently unfazed by the dagger stuck in his bar, and thunks it down on the counter in front of the goblin. \"It'll be a silver for the meat. Lord ir'Gaer is only paying for the drinks, not the food. Anything for your cousin?\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Having just returned to Darthun from a two week long excursion into the wilderness to give himself some relief from the city, a rather unwashed goblin in rough leather armor leans against the wall next to the entrance to the inn. He attracts many curious looks: a soft white glow outlines his torso, and around his waist is a thick scale belt with a purplish hue that seems to have spread onto his skin. He flashes a self-satisfied smirk whenever he notices another patron staring at him, then goes back to sloppily drinking his free ale.\n\nSuddenly the doors to the inn burst open, smacking the surprised shaman in the face and knocking him over. After recovering from the shock, the livid goblin gets back on his feet and stomps over to the bar towards the muscular goblin who had hit him with the door.\n\n \"Here, let me pay for that meat friend \" interrupts Meantooth, slamming a silver piece onto the table in a similar manner to the way the newcomer had slammed his dagger. [Goblin] Hey, what was the big idea charging in here like that??? You nearly broke my nose!\" [/Goblin].\n\nShaped soulmelds- Blink shirt and Wormtail belt respectively." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa's eyes narrow and his lip curls back, exposing one fang in a friendly snarl. \"Khe'ter rok tak. Ky or'ne wok tar'uuz\" , 1 he replies in somewhat broken Goblin.\n\nThe off-duty lancer turns to the barkeep and eases into a grin. Flipping a gold coin through gloved fingers, he slaps it onto the bar and says in the tongue of Galifar, \"Sirrah, a beef stew with onions, beans and leaves for me, if'n ye please. Give my cousin a generous slab of tonight's roast, as well. Fill this fellow up\" he continues, gesturing at the bruised goblin, \"With whatever he asks for. Thak ye kindly\" \n\nTurning to the glowing goblin, Ja'khaa asks, \"Ek'tuur sekhar?\" 2 His gaze turns grim, however, as the bitter memories of the past week flash before his eyes. He still feels the savage slashes the Valenar had dealt him, though Colonel Vakyr had had him healed.\n\nHe takes a long pull at his ale, draining half the mug in one gulp. \"Or'ten khai dur Valenar'ii ja'sharaata! Kedrakaal dur evuur'ka...\", 3 he remarks with a growl.\n\n\n 1. Apologies... and thanks. Didn't know ye were there.\n\n2. Will that be enough to burn away my fault?\n\n3. Not that it would matter. The Valenar come to kill us all. We should prepare, the people must know, but noooo, that would cause a panic, the high-ups say... " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nHis curiosity now piqued due to the fortune teller not obviously being a con artist, Morris reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out a silver.\n \nFor this silver and your name I would be happy to have you tell my fortune. " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": " \"Zin, sir. Now, let us see what fate has in store for you.\" \nThe next card flipped reveals a hooded man carrying an axe. Blood drips from its blade as ravens circle overhead.\n\n \"The Executioner. You will notice that the card is facing me, not you. This indicates that it is a positive symbol. Here, it can mean that you will recieve justice. You may make a tough decision that pays off. An enemy may be defeated. It is the third card that ties it all together.\" \n\nThe final card is that of a man of noble visage standing at the front of a ship. He leans on his sword as if it were a cane.\n\n \"The Wanderer. A free spirit that cannot be restrained. One who leaves his home to defend it. There are other meanings, but they are fairly unimportant. Yes, I think I can see what shall occur. You shall meet a stranger, one who is more than they seem. Fortune shall favor this meeting and you shall get what you deserve. The Wanderer shows that you cannot run from your problems. They will either follow you or you will encounter new ones. I would suggest that you trust your instincts and walk the straight path. If you do so, your fate in the close future will surely be good. " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Meantooth's brow slowly unfurrows and he breaks into a grin. [Goblin] \"Hmm, you are the first humanoid I've met that knows to show proper respect to a shaman-king. Very well, consider your blunder erased, and may we commune as acquaintances.\" [/Goblin]\n\nThe placated shaman turns his head toward the barkeep \" Bring me dead animal, cheapest thing you have\" he orders in awkward common. He then turns back to introduce himself to Ja'khaa.\n\n[Goblin] \"To be honest I expected to start a fight with you, but you are well-spoken and fair. I am known as Yezt Meantooth. Who are you, and what are these 'Valenar' you speak of? [/Goblin]" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa snarls again and replies angrily, his building rage no longer content with the privacy of the Goblin tongue. \"The Valenar are elves of the sands who live for naught but slaughter. They are dishonourable brigands in the same league as Haruuc and his folk, traitors to the Cyran throne!\" \n\nHe seizes his dagger from the countertop and twirls it while passing from in between one figer to another in a show of dexterity. Still idly moving the blade hither and yon, the soldier takes a savage pull at his ale, snorting impatiently as he waits for both his meal and his change.\n\nHe sets down his mug and clenches one fist, crackling the knuckles. Briefly, he considers punching Yezt in the manner of greeting of his more savage relations back in Droaam but reconsiders. A true Cyran always shakes. \n\nHe unclenches his hand and offers it to him to shake. \"The name is Ja'khaa of the Blackclaw clan, lancer irregular of the Deneith-Cyran forces, formerly of Kheldan Valley\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Journeyman Alchemist Sripor, Telepath & Adventurer Wanabee \n\nSripor stands up and walks over to the goblins. \"You look like a pair of adventurers, would you like to buy some alchemical supplies?\" he asks monotonously. His hair is messy, and his yellow eyes stare penetratingly at the two." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n Thank you Zin. A very interesting experience that was well worth the coin. \n\nTurning to people on the side of Zin Mo says,\n\n You really should try Zin out here. His fortune really moved me. \n\nLeaning back a bit in his chair to to get a better view of the bar he spies the odd grouping of two goblins and some sort of alchemist at the bar. Curiosity taking over he stands up and excuses himself. He tries moving casually up to the bar to a good spot to overhear what that group is talking about." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The barkeep sweeps the coins off the bar and into a pouch at his belt before heading into the back. Soon he returns with the two goblins orders and a human kitchen boy is dispatched to the stables with a think slab of meat for Ja'khaa's mount and a meal for his cousin." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bitzeralisis \n Journeyman Alchemist Sripor, Telepath & Adventurer Wanabee \n\nSripor stands up and walks over to the goblins. \"You look like a pair of adventurers, would you like to buy some alchemical supplies?\" he asks monotonously. His hair is messy, and his yellow eyes stare penetratingly at the two. \n \n\n \"Eh, my good fellow?\" Ja'khaa swivels upon his stool at the stranger's query and he leans back against the bar's counter languidly. His bushy eyebrows rise incredulously and his crimson eyes lock onto the alchemist's own gaze before breaking into raucous laughter.\n\nFlipping his dagger through his fingers once more, he asks with a fang-baring grin, \"Ye brung'd up two points there, stranger\" He holds up his left index finger and balances the dagger's point there for nearly ten agonizing seconds before stabbing it onto the bar again. \"Second is that o' yer alchemy. Well, riddle me this--- wot's both a-curved an' pointy and don't need no bloody alch'my ta wreak bloody murder? The Valenar, that's wot!\" \n \"Well, juz fer meself, I ask'ee 'umbly--- would ye call being woken from just an hour's slumber to the sound of bloody murder an adventure?\" His gaze turns hard in grim earnest.\n\nContinuing his reply, he asks, \"Would ye call gettin' yer **** beat out by treacherous allies at break o'dawn an adventure? Would ye call a week of eating naught but yer own festerin' boils and drinkin' wolf's blood an adventure? Would ye call wakin' ta see yer luvverly wife az not but a greasy smear an adventure? Would ye call such fight'n fer the glory an' honour of Mother Cyre an adventure?\" \n\nWith this last question, he spits violently on the floor and slams his dagger back onto the countertop. Snarling sadly, he looks up and says to Sripor, \"Alch'mist, eh? If'n yer brews can help the motherland, I urge ye, go ahead and may the Flame guide ye. 'Tis nae so much a war now, but a slaughter and a final stand. Can ye help us, lad?\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"...\" Sripor listens intently to what the goblin has to say, correcting his pronunciation subconsciously. He might nod or shake his head once or twice during the monologue, but so little as so that wandering eyes could not catch the movement. His face unchanged, his gaze still stuck on the goblin; wondering if the goblin really meant what he had just said.\nFinally, Sripor drops the bag of alchemy stuffs he was supposed to be selling, leaning on the counter next to the goblin, still looking at him. Closer now, so that the goblin might notice how strange his messed-up hair looked, and how the texture of his skin was unusual compared to other humans.\n \"Adventure, you say?\" he asks dubiously, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. \"Well...\" \nSripor grins. Note how even his teeth and mouth and gums look so unnatural... \"That depends.\" \nStill leaning on the counter, Sripor looks closely into the goblin's eyes. \"I am not natural. I can cause your head to hurt, with so much force that it may kill you. I can create a tangible shield of force around my body, using just sheer will. I can make very, very slippery stuff appear out of thin air, coat you, and make you fall.\" \nSripor moves back. \"In other words, yes.\" \n \"But,\" he says, too suddenly for the goblin to respond, \"you have to do me a favor. Go to my boss, and tell him that I absolutely hate alchemy and that I'd rather study up on my knowledge of extraplanar creatures than learn alchemy and that the only reason that I learned alchemy from him was so I could have a living and that he can still be my friend and it's not because of him that I hate alchemy and most of all, tell him you're my friend. He never listens to me, and doesn't believe that I hate alchemy, and he says that he'll need proof, and I know he's a very trusting, yes I know that's ironic, person, and that way I know he'll listen to you.\" Sripor had said this all so fast that the goblin almost couldn't comprehend it. \"So, what do you say?\" Sripor picks up the bag of alchemy-stuffs." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Suddenly, a man stumbles in the door. At first he seems like just another drunk, lurching in for a free drink, but then he keels over on the floor with a loud THUMP! His heavy-set face is pale and his clothing, a worn-looking outfit suitible for an unkilled laborer, has a spreading blood-stain on the left shoulder." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Ignoring Ja'k's offered handshake, Yezt pulls back his arm to deliver a friendly punch to the mouth, but halts in mid-swing due to the arrival of the strange alchemist. His smile slowly fades from his face as the Psion and the Barbarian exchange monologues, and by the time Sripor finishes speaking the poor shaman looks as if he's been struck upside the head with a greatclub.\n\n \"Funny man, you speak too quickly. Meantooth doesn't know if you used your powers, but you have given him a headache... and you \" he continues, turning back to Ja'kha \"I like you, but maybe you are crazy. Still, it has been a long time since Meantooth has been in battle, and for one so mighty as Meantooth this is shameful.\" He pauses here to stand up on his stool, raising his voice to match his words; his vestments of incarnum seem to pulse and glow brighter than before. \"While Meantooth cares little for cities, the power of 1000 beasts rages within him, and they will not become calm until Meantooth has tested his courage against the cowardly magics and shiny blades of the tall ones. Though Meantooth cannot explain it, he feels he is urged on by the beasts to follow this path. I will join you, strange one and crazy one, to fight these 'Valenar'.\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor looks over at the person who just entered. \"What's with him?\" he mumbles, uncaring." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\n\"Oi, someone check to see if that man lives!\" After shouting out Morris start checking if there is a back way out of the bar. He wants to go out scouting but through the front door." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin makes his way to the fallen man. \"Hey, clear a table!\" he says to those around him. Once his orders are followed, he lifts the stranger up and places him there.\n\n \"Sir, are you all right?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man groans faintly as he is moved, but doesn't respond to Zin or to being placed on the table. The blood stain on his shirt spreads from his shoulder across his chest around a ragged-looking wound. Anyone who checks will find his pulse faint and rapid, his breathing shallow, and his temperature high.\n\nAs for a back way out of the inn, there presumably would be a back door to the kitchen that would let out on the alley." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Fourth paragraph: Sorry if I may have used artistic license in controlling the actions of the patrons in that one instance. If you take umbrage at that, Kyeudo, I sincerely apologize\n \n\n\nJa'khaa smacks his chops at the exquisiteness of the meal that he had just consumed. Sitting back, he gives a loud belch in a public show of appreciation of the cuisine. Blowing on his neatly trimmed black claws, he inhales the autumnal breath-mist that forms and sighs contentedly, savoring the rich, spicy tang of the Cyran onions and beans in the stew he'd just consumed.\n\nSuddenly, the door bursts open and a bleeding man collapses onto the dirty floor. \"Khyber's crap!\" Ja'khaa swears aloud at the sight of the injured man.\n\nSheathing his dagger absently, he bounds over the bar and swiftly seizes a bottle of strong brandy from the rack. He jumps back over the counter, shouting over his shoulder at the barkeeper, \"Hoy-ba! I'm borrow'n yer vint'g '73! Medical emergency and we don't have a healer!\" \n\nThe lancer barges through the legs of curious patrons and rickety chairs on his way to the stricken man. Not a few chairs are broken or upended, not a few patrons--- drunk or otherwise--- are jostled or tripped. Many heap curses on the lancer's head and many more crane their necks to see the what the commotion is. Ja'khaa snarls and clutched the brandy bottle tight and yelled for the crowd to back off. \"Deneith surgeon, comin' through! Make way! Make way!\" \n\nUpon reaching the stricken man and the charitable fortune teller, Ja'khaa leaps onto the impromptu operating table. The barbarian snarls upon checking the man's vitals, swiftly concluding that besides almost having had his torso ripped asunder, the man has also contracted some sort of fever... maybe from poison or gangrene... \"Somebod' getta clean cloth and a buckett'o cold water! This man's got a fever AND is wounded...\" \n Bah! I ain't no healer but I know how to hurt the hurts... \n\nNot bothering with the finesse of a blade, he rips the stranger's tunic apart with his bare hands, intending to cause as much pain as possible. Pain burns away the dark death of sleep. Pain lets you know you're alive... The tunic peels away from the wound with a ghastly squelchig sound.\n\nJa'khaa slaps the delirious man around and warns him, \"This will HURT. If you hurt, you alive. If you don't scream, you're already dead\" Swiftly, he uncorks the bottle with his teeth and pours brandy liberally onto the still-bleeding wound." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man groans loudly and twitches as the brandy pours into the wound, but doesn't regain conciousness. The liquor washes away the blood on the man's chest, revealing a ragged, half-circle wound about 3-4 inches long and about an inch deep. The bleeding seems to have slowed down, but the wound still looks fairly fresh, as there is no pus or swelling of the wound. It looks like a bite mark of some sort." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \"KHYBER'S CRAP!\" Ja'khaa spits as the brandy clears away the wound. \"Somebody bit this fellow up sommat nasty!\" \n\nThe mercenary cranes his neck around, trying to see over the heads of the curious crowd. \"Git'yer water'nd rag 'ere soon, keep! The Keeper might claim this fellow 'cuz his fever weren't treat'd wi' nuthi' but shpit!\" \n\nJa'khaa paces to and fro, thinking. No beast, that would could have caused, for there were no fang-marks... and yet the sheer length of the bite-mark indicates that it was no man either... Whatever it is, the Flame tells me somethig evil is afoot... Fang nose can track the culprit down, of that I am sure! \n\nHis patience runs out with waiting for the arrival of the medical supplies and he slips out the ajar doors. He makes his way through the tavern's courtyard and into the stables, sniffing around for the telltale rancid smell of unwashed sewer goblin and the slightly-fresher smell of an unwashed wolf. Along the way, he takes his shield off his back and straps it onto his left arm.\n\nHis right hand draws his dagger and holds it in an easy, ready-to-stab grip just to be ready. The half-light of the moons glints of the All-Seeing Eye symbol of Deneith set into the weapon's pommel.\n\nHe slowly opens the stable doors with a creaking of rusted hinges and, seeing that there are no overt threats about, flips the dagger into a more relaxed yet still ready stance. Walking across the straw-strewn floor and snorting at the fearful neighing of the horses at his wolf, Ja'khaa reaches the darkest, most stinking corner of the stable. His vision shifts to the heat spectrum and two bright forms burn in his eyes, devouring a still-smoking chunk of roast beef ribs.\n\nHe barks, \"Garrah! Grah-grah-grah-rrrauh!\" embraces his wolf-mount, Fang, around the neck and ruffles her ears. Ja’khaa then claps his cousin on the back and says, “Ghe’Flar orv suk’pa, vorg'den Itragn! Heh ku reza shr’aa Khyberit? Sr'e oor shr'aa ver'tan 'berit” 1 \n 1. Flame bless your hospitality, kinsman Itragn! Have you seen any madmen around, or at least creatures with large jaws, biting folk? Just now, a man came into the tavern, delirious from a bite in his chest... " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "[goblin] \"Ain't seen nothin' but horses since we got here. Woulda remembered somethin' with big teeth.\" [/goblin] Itragn replies before going back to the rack of ribs." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Meantooth follows behind in the wake of strewn chairs and angry patrons that Ja'khaar leaves behind him and watches intently as the blood is washed away from the bite wound.\n\nStaring silently at the grisly injury, Yezt pours over his extensive knowledge of beasts in an attempt to identify a likely culprit.\n\n<OOC>Knowledge: Nature check at +4 (1d20+4)[ 20 ] </OOC>" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Meantooth\n \n Spoiler \n\nLooking at the ragged injury, you decide that it is definately a bite wound, but not from any animal you've seen before. It almost looks to be sized like something a human or an elf could inflict, but the wound is too deep for the jaws of any humanoid you know of.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nOnce at the door Morris will peek out to make sure nobody is watching the door.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot [roll]1d20+5[/roll]\n \n\n\nIf he sees nothing he will leave moving quietly and trying to hide in a shadow at the end of his move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move silently [roll]1d20+6[/roll]\nHide [roll]1d20+6[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Morris\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: Looks like you tried to edit in dice rolls. Doesn't work. Luckily, I have real dice, and will just roll them for you.\nSpot: 15+7\nMove Silently: 11+6\nHide: 16+6\n\nMorris only sees several drunken party goers stumbling along the street in the light cast by the street lamps. They don't seem to notice as you slip out into the night.\n " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n Sripor had not realized that the man was hurt until the goblin had shouted. He blinks, and slowly makes his way over to the man. He looks at the wound,not uttering a single word. Then he silently 1 walks outside to see if there's anything there. \n 1 Not D&D literal. " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n [goblin] \"Ain't seen nothin' but horses since we got here. Woulda remembered somethin' with big teeth.\" [/goblin] Itragn replies before going back to the rack of ribs. \n \n\n \"Twice tak\", he says simply before, retrieving his lance and clucking at Fang to get her away from the food before mounting up. Blood and oils from the roast rib-rack drip from the wolf's neck-fur and she snarls at her master, unwilling to part from the feast though the bulge of her belly tells Ja'khaa that the bitch is already more than full.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 29 ] Handle Animal check Edit: Methinks 'tis safe to assume that this is a pass?\n \n\n\nAfter a few nose-pats and ear-slaps, sha calms down and Ja'khaa leaps onto her back. Briefly, he adjusts his leathern rider's cap and then gives his mount a couple of nudges with his knees, guiding her to the stable doors. [Goblin] \"Flame shine on ye, kinsman\" [/Goblin], he says before turning the corner\n\n THOK!! \n\nSuddenly, something small and metallic whirs through the stale air within the stable and hits the visor of Ja'khaa's helm. As it falls off, he instinctively bites down on it and winces when his teeth indeed strike metal.\n\nThe lancer spits it into his palm and his brow furrows in bemusement when he sees a slightly dented flask in his hand. He glances back at Itragn and the other simply says, [Goblin] \"Fer Dur, me sister, yer wife. Greet her fer me an' tell 'er life ain't all Cyre and Flame and glory...\" \n\nJa'khaa's crimson eyes dilate in shock and his nostrils flare in shame. The hand holding his lance in a white-knuckled sorrow trembles as he replies without looking back, [Goblin] \"She died a week ago in a Valenar raid. I'm sorry.\" [/Goblin]\n\nAs he walks Fang around the corner of the stable's doors, he hears the agitated whinnying of the horses, the repeated thumps of frustrated fists against stubborn walls and the anguished cries of a brother bereaved. But then, beyond the ties of blood, he is a soldier of Cyre and will do whatever it takes to protect the homeland. Slowly, silently, he goes back to the tavern to recruit some stout fools with whom to hunt either a fiend or a madman..." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Sripor finds the street mostly deserted. The houses and shops that line the road are mostly dark, with a few bright windows shinging out of the blackness. The street lamps make pools of light between which a few people still wander, probably heading towards one party or another.\n\nJa'khaa gets the reluctant Fang up with relative ease.\n\nJa'khaa\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst, is Fang male or female. You refer to the wolf as him, but then call it a bitch. Second, what tricks does Fang know?\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa makes his way back to the still-ajar doors of the tavern, the woud of his heart torn afresh with the gift for his dead wife. Twisting the cap off slowly, he takes a single swig... the the world spins.\n\nPointing at the still-unconscious patient, he shouts to the crowd in the tongue of Galifar, \"Zat vellow vas vikkeg vy heidurr a badban or some viendigg avobi-abominatiogg! I go ta hudd it down. Who here is fool or brave hedubb ta h'aid he, h'O doble volk h'ob Cyre?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Ja'khaa\n \n Spoiler \n\nMake a Listen check please.\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n OOC: Ja'khaa's Listen check (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nFang's Listen check: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Ja'khaa\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou don't hear anything out of the ordinary. Most of the inns patrons have gone back to their drinks or card game, trying hard to ignore the wounded man laid out on the table.\n\nMake a Spot check please.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris will watch the drunks to see if any of them look like they have blood or other signs of a recent fight on them. If none do he will move on to the other side of the building.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Meantooth draws his tarnished morningstar and dons his prized buckler then pushes his way to the front of the inn where he can catch Jak'haar's attention. [Goblin] \"I was about to ask the same question, unworthy as most of these drunkards seem to journey with me. A fellow goblin and his wolf would make fine companions, however.\" [/Goblin]\n\nNoticing the Sripor hovering about outside the inn, Meantooth calls out to him as well. \"Hey, alchemist! You want to help Meantooth and Ja'kharr track down the nasty creature? Maybe we accept your offer if you join us.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Morris can see no signs of blood or a struggle on the passerby, but whether that is due to poor lighting, distance, or lack of any evidence would be impossible to determine.\n\nAnyone near the wounded man, would you please make Spot and Listen checks? I'll wait for most everyone to get a chance to post before continueing." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \nListen: (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nZin responds to the goblin's shout, \"Fortune favors both the foolish and the brave. I'm both. Let me retrieve my things.\" \n\nThe fortune teller gathers his cards and pockets them, before making his way to his room to get his polearm and chain." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": "(( Spot - (1d20+2)[ 10 ] Listen - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] ))\n\n Sripor \n \"Maybe, eh?\" Sripor had already made his way back into the inn, and walks past the injured man and towards the goblin. He passes several tables, some random people, and ultimately ends up next to the goblin.\n \"Name?\" asks Sripor, extending his arm, no expression on his face. Again, this close, the goblin may get a feeling that the being he is looking at is possibly not be human..." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Listen (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nSpot (1d20+2)[ 12 ] Daaaagnabbit!\n \n\n\nReeling drunkenly from his six tall ales, Ja'khaa lists on his mount's back. Gesturing with his lance at those who had voluteered, he slurs, \"Hooooy! Giddover 'ere guddrn quick! If'n ye ain't no coffee got, punch me, by Khyber! Novoggy goesh a-hunting thrunggk\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris will stay outside searching for another 10-15 minutes then return to the bar to see how the man faired." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Sripor and Zin\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhat you here isn't the surprising presence of something, but rather its sudden obvious lack. The man laid out on the table has stopped breathing.\n " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nWhile waiting for the goblin to tell him his name and shake his hand, Sripor's mind subconsciously processes some information...\n\n[OOC]\n\n\n Code: \n > Scanning [right ear input:level 3422:depth 9344s]\n> Scan Detects (various alternating pitches)\n> Analyze Result [prev]\n> Scan Native Knowledgebase [level 396903:sector 5435:type br00&]\n\netc. etc...\n\n> Concludes (no breathing:injured man:table:entrance:warning)\n> Activate [fj83ljg:g03js:g089r] \nWait... people's minds aren't computers...\n\n[/OOC]\n\nAnyhow:\n\n \"Huh?\" Sripor turns around. Did I think what I just thought? That man... he wasn't breathing when I came in... not good? Definitely. Slowly, he makes his way over to the man, and puts his ear real close to his nose, and watches his chest...\nThere's no breathing noises. The man's chest isn't rising and falling in its natural air intake pattern. So, I was right. \n \"This man needs medical attention! He stopped breathing!\" shouts Sripor, obviously not knowing what to do, hesitant, sweating, looking for help, any help, there has to be someone who knows something about making people breathe, a cleric maybe? Someone get over here already! Who? When? ...\n\nDeath would come swiftly, if not a person is to help." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bitzeralisis \n (( [roll0] [roll1] ))\n\n Sripor \n \"Maybe, eh?\" Sripor had already made his way back into the inn, and walks past the injured man and towards the goblin. He passes several tables, some random people, and ultimately ends up next to the goblin.\n \"Name?\" asks Sripor, extending his arm, no expression on his face. Again, this close, the goblin may get a feeling that the being he is looking at is possibly not be human... \n \n\n \"AAGH!\" Ja'khaa shouts in complete shock as Sripor seemingly materializes from the depths of the shadows. From sheer confoundment, he vomits violently.\n\nSmiling but pale, he grasps the alchemist's hand and pumps it vigorously. \"Thousand thanks for the sobering shock... um, alchemist. I am Ja'khaa of the Blackclaw\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Bitzeralisis \n \"Huh?\" Sripor turns around. Did I think what I just thought? That man... he wasn't breathing when I came in... not good? Definitely. Slowly, he makes his way over to the man, and puts his ear real close to his nose, and watches his chest...\nThere's no breathing noises. The man's chest isn't rising and falling in its natural air intake pattern. So, I was right. \n \"This man needs medical attention! He stopped breathing!\" shouts Sripor, obviously not knowing what to do, hesitant, sweating, looking for help, any help, there has to be someone who knows something about making people breathe, a cleric maybe? Someone get over here already! Who? When? ...\n\nDeath would come swiftly, if not a person is to help. \n \n\n \"Khyber's crap, now what?!\" Ja'khaa shouts.\n\n My captain always said that there's nothing wot can't be cured by good strong drink... \n\nJa'khaa digs his heels into his mount's flanks, spurring into the tavern, leaving his lance leaning against the doorframe to avoid hitting any innocents. Riding swiftly over to the stricken man, he pours some of the bugbear brandy into the patient's open, reeking mouth.\n\nWhile waiting for the stricken man to react to the liquor, he yells for the barkeep over the din of the crowd. \" HO! Dispatch a runner to the nearest temple... either that or get some Jorasco over here! And blight it all, where's that Khybercrapped bucketto water and rag we needed?! \" With that, he veritably hurls another golden Galifar onto the bar." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The barkeep, to this point largely unconcerned (knifings happen every now and then in this part of town, most survivable), flings open the door to the kitchen and barks orders to the kitchen boys. The slamming of the back door can be heard in the common room, and one of the kitchen boys scurries out of the kitchen with a bucket of water and some relatively clean rags." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Spot and listen checks:\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20-1)[ 6 ] For spot.\n (1d20-2)[ 10 ] For listen.\n \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bitzeralisis \n (( (1d20-1)[ 6 ] (1d20-2)[ 10 ] ))\n\n Sripor \n \"Maybe, eh?\" Sripor had already made his way back into the inn, and walks past the injured man and towards the goblin. He passes several tables, some random people, and ultimately ends up next to the goblin.\n \"Name?\" asks Sripor, extending his arm, no expression on his face. Again, this close, the goblin may get a feeling that the being he is looking at is possibly not be human... \n \n\n \"You call me Meantooth, strange alchemist.\" Yezt replies, following the concerned Elan over to the table where the injured man lies." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin returns, wearing a chain shirt and carrying a glaive. It is difficult, but he manages to avoid breaking anything with the large weapon.\n\nWhen he sees the others surrounding the man on the table, he shakes his head. \"Don't bother with him. He's dead.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The kitchen boy, hearing the man is dead, leaves the bucket at the table and scurries back to the kitchen, just in time to miss seeing the man's body twitch." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor simply pokes the man. So simply, in fact, that it only took two sentences to fully describe his reaction and any emotions that may have gone through him." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man's arm jerks clumsily in the direction from which Sripor poked him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHad to LoL at that last line.\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \"LOOK!\" Ja'khaa shouts, gesturing at the quasi-corpse. \"The blaggard moved! Fortune teller, are ye certain he wasn't breathing earlier? If he still ain't breathin' we might be a-havi' the work o' some Karrnathi spies on our hands!\" \n\nWith that, he walks over to the tavern's wall, picks up a lit lantern and holds it near the man for a better look." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 5 ] Spot (1d20+2)[ 13 ] Listen\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The corpse suddenly animates, lurching off the table towards the goblin. Thankfuly, it moves like a drunken man, and falls to the floor instead of being able to grab the goblin. (You try getting off a table without falling when you don't know how to move your legs.)\n\nEveryone roll inititive.\n\nCorpse's Inititive: (1d20-1)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "((Ja'khaa's Initiative roll: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] ))\n\n \"BLOODY BLASTED BLAZES OF KARRNATHI KHYBER-CRAP!\" , the lancer swears violently as the corpse lurches to its feet.\n\nFang bucks beneath him, horrified at the unnatural abomination. \"Kyaa!\" Ja'khaa shouts as he tries to calm his wolf down and prepares to throw the lantern in his hand at the corpse's alcohol-soaked face and torso.\n\n Bloody Khyber, no! Remember those Karrns up at Scions' in dad's stories? They fought on even as they burned! I'll only bring this place down if I do this...! \n\nHe hesitates, then sets the lantern down on a nearby table. He backs up, nearly to the doors in preparation for a charge. He takes his lance in his right hand once more, feelig the good ashwood of the haft then couches it in his arm before lowering the visor of his leather-and-iron lancer's helm. Flame guide me! " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": " (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n \"He wasn't breathing. I'm tell-\" By the Traveller! He's... he's moving. Dead men, they don't move. \"You, dead man, stop moving or face the consequences.\" \n\nZin, due to the environment, is unable to maneuver as well as he would prefer. Still, he is able to position his glaive between him and the corpse." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n Sripor \n \"Do not be alarmed. This is merely an undead creature.\" And yet, my mind powers are useless against it. Death will come swiftly to those whom do not banish such creatures as these. Sripor's voice is riddled with uncertainty." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n Initiative - (1d10+5)[ 8 ] \n \n Spoiler \n Rolled because you said everyone, not sure how you you think it i will take to notice the fight and get indoors.\n " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \"Yipe!\" squeals Yezt, who quickly scrambles to get out of the crazed lancer's way. Hefting his mace and buckler and turning his body sideways to minimize the target, he prepares to engage the moving corpse.\n\nInitiative: [roll]1d20+3[/roll]\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHp: 11\nAC: 21\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nSoulmelds:\n1. Wormtail belt (+1 essentia)\n2. Blink shirt (+0 essentia)\n \n\n\nEdit: Roll didn't work. Trying again...\n[roll]1d20+3[/roll]\nEditedit: You can just roll for me Kyeudo" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 23 ] Attack\n (1d20+6)[ 22 ] Threat\n (1d6+2)[ 7 ] 2 Damage with lance on a MOUNTED CHARGE.\n \n\n \"FOR CYRE!\" , Ja'khaa yells as he charges forward, lance's keen point gleaming in the lamplight." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin raises his weapon slightly and steps forward. Once within range of the creature, he brings the glaive downward strongly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nDamage: (1d10+4)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Inititive Order \nInititive 23: Ja'khaa, at I9 after charging\nInititive 19: Zin, at G9\nInititive 18: Yezt, at G11\nInititive 11: Corpse, currently prone at I10\nInititive 9: Morris, outside the inn.\nInititive 9: Sripor, at H11\n\nAt the sight of the dead man rising from the table, most of the crowd is horriffied, and small shouts of panic and surprise can be heard amoungst yells of \"Karrnathi devilry!\" Several patrons make a break for the door, others back away into the corners of the room." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Meantooth leaps foreward, growling, and brings his morningstar crashing down on the prone undead.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \nThreat: (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (1d6+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa grunts as he heaves back on his lance and it exits the walking corpse with a sickening splortch . Fully two-thirds of the ashwood lance drips with stale blood from the malevolent cadaver.\n\nHe prances backward just as Zin's blade slashes in. The wolfrider turns and readies himself once more for either another charge or to brace against one.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Use Ride-by Attack to get away, over to I8\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The corpse has stopped moving, its cold blood spreading across the floor from its wounds." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nHearing the commotion from the inside the inn Morris runs in to see what last he say as a helpless dying man, now having been recently run though by a lance.\n\n\"Zin, what has happened in here?\"" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa spits savagely and growls, \"Karrnathi crap is what it is!\" \n \"By the fury of the Flame, this city might just have some sorta necromongrel saboteur on its hands!\" he continues as he tilts his lance downwards, trying to get the blood to drip off." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC: Since it looks like everyone's been afforded a chance to act, Can everyone make a Listen check?" }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"I wonder what just happened.\" Sripor looks a bit nervous for a split second, but then becomes calm again.\n\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin leans against a nearby table, polearm lain over his lap.\n\n \"Karnathi monster. Why, though, was it here?\" \n (1d20+1)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt snorts derisively, puffing out his chest a little. \"You call that thing a monster? Meantooth has found nastier beasts in his shoes, polearm-swinger.\" \n\nListen: (1d20-2)[ 0 ] " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nStill feeling lost as to what is going on Morris listens carefully to try and get caught up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n listen - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Listen check (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n \n\n\nSpitting once more, Ja'khaa takes a scrap of oilcloth from his pack and wipes his lance clean of gore. He then slings his shield onto his back, lays his lance across the pommel of his saddle and draws his dagger.\n\nHe flips it through his fingers absently and stares at the mutilated body of a man who, less than an hour ago, they had been trying to save. May the Flame preserve us... \n\nSuddenly, his furry ears prick up. He hears an erratic buzzing... dak-dak-kkadakka-dak-dak-dak-dak... Reaching into his ear with a grimy black nail, he squiggles around and fishes out a strange, earwax-coated beetle.\n\nFlicking it away, he remarks, \"Check yer ears, folks! Afore a-huntin' we go, we best need ta mak sure we're in top form...\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Sripor, Zin, and Morris all can hear the faint sound of screaming coming from outside, some distance away." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Nexus-R.C._Mina \n \"Check yer ears, folks! Afore a-huntin' we go, we best need ta mak sure we're in top form...\" \n \n\n \"Hah. Some men say shaman-kings like Meantooth have the ears of bats\" the goblin brags, \"but really it is the bats who have ears like Meantooth does!\" \n\nYezt crosses his arms and smirks, oblivious to the screams coming from the streets." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\n\"Oh what now! Do you not hear more screaming from the village. Something is definitely going. I would feel more comfortable with someone to go with me to check it out. Anyone willing to come?\"" }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \n Originally Posted by nekosama \n Morris \n\n\"Oh what now! Do you not hear more screaming from the village. Something is definitely going. I would feel more comfortable with someone to go with me to check it out. Anyone willing to come?\" \n \n\n \"Doubt Meantooth's words, do you stranger? Fine, Meantooth will follow you outside, just so he can laugh at you when nothing we see. Then maybe you understand why not to challenge a shaman's words.\" \n\nAnd with that, Meantooth grabs the taller changeling by the arm and pulls him over to the door, kicking it open impetuously." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \"Bloody blazes...\" Ja'khaa mutters as the others move out.\n\n \"Hold up! Ye need cavalry support, that ye do...\", he says as he spurs after them." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"Excuse me? Can you please wait for me...?\" \n\nSripor watches as the changelings and goblins get smaller and smaller from increasing distance.\n\n \"OH COME ON! AT LEAST WAIT!\" Sripor shouts angrily. He runs after the others, whilst putting up a invisible Inertal Armor ." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Outside, the sounds of screaming can be heard more clearly. The sounds of pain and terror, while still faint, are heard by all. Several of the patrons, obviously unsettled by the talk of Karnnathi invasions and fight against the undead creature that took place before their eyes, have proceeded you out the door. They stand, listening, shocked by what they hear.\n\n \"By the Host, what is going on?\" one man asks. Another suddenly bolts down the road with a fearful cry of \"My Wife!\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor sighs. \"If your wife is to die, the she will most likely be, oh, reanimated as a creepy undead monster thing. So tread carefully,\" advises Sripor, drawing his shortspear." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] Listen (1d20+2)[ 9 ] Spot\n\nIf something's up, could we please have another map? Twice tak.\n \n\n\nFang bucks beneath Ja'khaa and sniffs, snorts and snarls. Knowing the moods of his mount, the lancer knows that somethig is up.\n\nHearing the screams and seeing the general confusion, Ja'khaa moves over to a slightly more open space in the road, in preparation for the inevitable charge. He straps on his shield, sheathes his dagger and couches his lance.\n\nHe then cranes his neck, straining eyes and ears forward, eager to learn of the cause of the commotion." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin allows himself to be pulled along. The goblin is odd, but he seems to mean no harm.\n\n \"Alchemist, don't be so pessimistic. Noone's going to die. After all, that corpse at the inn was weak, slow, and stupid. What threat could more be?\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nRapier drawn and ready Morris says, \"So I hope one of you veterans will take the lead. I an not very good in combat.\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Idiotbox90 \n Zin allows himself to be pulled along. The goblin is odd, but he seems to mean no harm.\n\n \"Alchemist, don't be so pessimistic. Noone's going to die. After all, that corpse at the inn was weak, slow, and stupid. What threat could more be?\" \n \n\n\nJa'khaa overhears this and hisses, \"Don't say that! The Mockery will likely make it true!\" Flame preserve us! " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man running down the road is soon lost in the darkness. The screams of terror and cries of pain are coming less often, but the sounds of them can still be heard.\n\nA man, the front of his clothing covered in blood, stumbles towards you from out of the alleyway across the street.\n\nFrom inside the inn, sudden shouts can be heard.\n \"Crap!\" \n \"Host protect us!\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Ja'khaa remembers what had happened earlier with the other dying man... how, upon death, he had been reanimated as an undead beast. He stares hard at the man before them, debating within him whether the man would be better off if they killed him now.\n\n No. That would still be murder. His countenance darkens in a deep frown and he says in a low voice to Morris, \"You. Cover him. Give him some water and guard him well. If he dies...\" at this the goblin's eyes dart to the butchered corpse within the tavern. \"You know what to do. Have no mercy to that which is evil\" \n\nTurning his burning gaze atthe wounded man, Ja'khaa barks, \"Hail, Cyran. What is the cause of the commotion? What are ye fleeing from?\" " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin keeps up with the others, his polearm at ready.\n\nWhen the bloody man approaches, Zin backs away a few paces. The last time he went to help one of them, he ended up fighting an undead.\n\nThe changeling is prepared to follow the orders of Ja'khaa, who seems to have taken charge. \"Sir, what do we do next?\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\n\"I second that. I am no military man and not used to all this confusion. What should I be doing?\"" }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "For the first time since the rest of the makeshift party has met him, Meantooth looks unsure...\n\nThis quickly passes.\n\n \"Grr... bloody man, you speak now, or do you want Meantooth's weapon buried in your skull?\" The shaman shakes his weapon at the advancing man. Despite his confident words, he sets his stance back a little and raises his tiny buckler.\n\n<OOC>Can I settle into a full defense before combat starts, assuming this guy is an enemy?</OOC>\n\nStats, just in case.\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAC: 21 (25 if full defense is taken)\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nSoulmelds:\nWorm tail belt: 1 essentia (+3 natural armor)\nBlink short: 0 essentia (teleport 20 feet as a standard action)\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man lurches forward towards Ja'kha and attempts to bite the mounted goblin. As he lunges, you can see that his throat has been torn out.\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nFrom the inn comes a cry of pain, and the sounds of fright and terror are coming from the common room grow louder." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 3 ] Attack of Opportunity with lance! (1d6+2)[ 4 ] AoO damage\n\n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] Initiative\n \n\n\nJa'khaa jerks back and stabs reflexively with his lance at the undead but it is surprisingly swift. He misses wide and the beast gets below his guard.\n\nIn a trice, sharp yellow teeth have crunched through the goblin's flimsy leather armour. Blood spurts from a jagged shoulder wound. Ja'khaa's mouth gnashes in a silent scream of pain. The lance drops from spasming fingers... already he feels a foul taint in his flesh. Fang bucks away from and growls at the unnatural, arcanely animated corpse.\n\nThe beast's maw opens, its grinning rictus dripping goblinblood. Ja'khaa frantically signals with his knees to his wolf to back them out of there. Once they are a good five feet away, he raises his shield and draws his dagger...\n\nBut then, as he flips the small blade through his usual routine, it almost slips from his fingers. He winces both in shame and pain as he tightens his grip on the dagger's bone-wrought hilt, the blood from his wound making it slick.\n\n \"Fortun-teller! Get yer glaive-totin' arse over here and hold the center!\" Ja'khaa shouts, raising his blade, making ready for a charge. \"Yezt, left flank forward, mak ye ready fer melee! Morris, left flank rear, ranged support. Alchemsit Shrivver! Reserves, ranged support!\" \n\nThe lancer pumps his arm, getting the blood going in muscles suddenly gone cold. His lip peels back in a snarl but he holds his temper in chack, helds back from raging, seeking to conserve his strength. \"Move it, men, MOVE!\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "((Just in case I don't get back in time.\n (1d20+4)[ 8 ] Regular melee attack (1d3+4)[ 6 ] Damage for a puny pathetic 2-buck dagger))" }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Meantooth swiftly maneuvers to his assigned position and swings his morningstar at the creature's head.\n\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n \"Methinks we should retreat back to inn, sounds like there is trouble!\" The goblin grunts." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nHappy to not be in close with the zombies Mo stand about 10 ft behind Ja'khaa and fires his bow\n \n Spoiler \n\n To hit - (1d20-2)[ 16 ] -4 taken for shooting combat\n Damage - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin is not a military man. He has never been in a battle before; he has never killed a man. Under his former tutor, he did some training in the arts of warfare, but that was not the same. He has lived a relatively easy life, never encountering trouble that he could not charm or run away from. The sudden appearance of these creatures has shocked him and he seems to be acting on instinct.\n\nThe fortune teller follows the orders of the goblin, Ja'khaa. He maneuvers himself himself in front of the undead and readies his glaive. With a cry of \"For Cyre,\" he brings the weapon crashing down.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] Dmg: (1d10+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC: Those who haven't rolled inititive yet should." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n Init - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n \"I did not feel sure that my shot was not going to hit you instead of the dead thing. Are you sure you want me to try shooting into combat with my bow Ja'khaa?\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n \"See. I told you he would become a zombie-thing.\" Sripor sighs." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Initive 20: Yetz's morningstar smacks into the zombie's flesh with a sickening smack, but causes little damage.\n\nInititive 16: Morris's arrow strikes the zombie in the leg, but causes no damage.\n\nInititive 15: The zombie changes its focus from Ja'hkaa to Yetz and attempts to bite the other goblin.\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nInititive 13: Zin glaive slices deep into the zombie's flesh, grating against bone before pulling free.\n\nInititive 9: Sripor sighs and shakes his head, disapointed no one listened to him when he predicted the undead.\n\nInititive 5: Ja'hkaa slashes at the zombie with his dagger, but his wounded arm throws his aim off." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 23 ] Attack (1d3+4)[ 7 ] Damage\n (1d20+2)[ 15 ] Knowledge Religion--- to see what my character knows about undead\n (1d20+2)[ 3 ] Knowledge Arcana--- ditto. I'm not sure about checks.\n (1d20+2)[ 18 ] Knowledge Local--- Where the heck are the temple complexes in this bloody city? Is it a city at all? Where's the bloody town watch, Flamesakes?\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] Knowledge Local Int/Wis check to remember where the Deneith enclave is in Darthun (Ja'khaa reported to the said enclave upon entering the city, right?)\n\nPS: not yet raging, saving it for the inevitable pack.\n\nKarmariffic!😁\n \n\n\nJa'khaa's vision blurs with a sudden fury as he stands in the stirrups, bashes the beast's arms away with his shield's rim and slashes away in a screaming silver arc. His arm meets a certai sickly sweet, fleshy resistance but the Deneith-forged blade parts the rotten flesh easily. He ducks reflexively to avoid the sudden spurt of blood but belatedly realizes that undead hearts do not beat and their blood does not flow.\n\nHe hears the outcries of his comrades and sees the ineffective attacks of some of them. He hears the bloodcurdling screams of dying folk, civilians of Cyre within and without the walls of the tavern and his lip pulls back in an outraged snarl. \"Yezt! Pull back, fla'k an' bash tha' damned thing from behind! Zin, keepit good and steady!\" \n\nThe goblin's eyes cast about and his ears flick hither and yon, assessing the situation. \"Morris, and Sripor, tactical wi'drawal! Scout back on the tavern, the alley and the the general bloody premises! Git a gander on if'n we bein' snuck up on! Oh, and if'n ye can, get us some torches and lots of oil!\" \n\nDespite the chaos of combat, Ja'khaa thinks back and tries to remember the ways and paths of this city as he had stumbled into Darthun, bleeding from the blades of the Valenar who ow seem so far a threat... Surely the might of the gods can turn these abominations back... damn, did I pass ay temples on my way? And where in blazes are the guvner's palace and the Deneith stronghold? I need to tell Colonel Vakyr wots happening and ta get off his fat arse! " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Ja'khaa\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst, these are fresh zombies, not week old rotting ones. More pleasant to smell, not much different in a fight.\nSecond, What Ja'khaa knows about undead from his breif stint on the Karnnathi front can be summed up thusly: If its bony, hit it with a mace. If its fleshy, cut it with a sword. If it won't go down, get a cleric. If you don't have a cleric, use holy water.\nThird, There are small churches scattered around the city, but no major temple complexes or monestaries anywhere in the city that you know of. Most priests in Eberron can't cast actual spells anyway, and most that can don't have much training in dealing with the undead.\nFourth, The day shift of the town guard is just going off watch and the next shift coming on, so right now the watch is probably scattered all over the city.\nFifth, the Deneith enclave is located to the south west of your current location, where the Orien trade road leaves the city. The enclave has been a valuble staging point for Deneith mercenaries on their way to the southern border. The compound is defensible, so unless something horrible happened, the place should hold for days or even weeks against anything short of a total assault.\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "In a blast of cold, stinging memory, Ja'khaa remembers the bitter Karrnathi winter when fallen comrades clawed their way out of snow-dug graves and assailed their former friends. His nose flares in chagrin and he barks out, \"Belay that order, Yezt! Fall back and aid the scouts! Save yer bludgeon fer the skeletons!\" \n\nThe goblin pulls back his blade with a sickening splortch and pumps his arm in preparation for another strike. Damnit. I need a heavier blade... " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris stow his bow and starts running back to the inn. Looking around for other threats.\n\n Spot - (1d10+5)[ 11 ] \n Listen - (1d10+5)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \"Damnit, Meantooth wants to FIGHT!\" The goblin screams, nearly tossing his useless weapon to the ground in a fury. Still, he realizes the value of Jak'haa's orders and manages to restrain himself. He swiftly disengages the zombie, following Morris and Sripor back to the inn.\n\n \"Strange one... stranger one, have you a bladed weapon for Yezt?\" He prompts his companions on the way back.\n\n<OOC>Full retreat, so as not to provoke an AoO</OOC>" }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "With the goblin also attacking the undead, Zin has to readjust his placement. He circles around the beast, placing it between himself and Ja'khaa. He then makes another assault, a sideways swipe aimed at the creature's torso.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 20 ] (Extra +2 for flanking) (1d10+4)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"That depends — would you count a spear as a blade?\" Sripor puts away his shortspear, draws a crossbow, and loads it." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Morris turns and hurries back towards the inn, stowing his bow as he does.\n\nRealizing his morningstar is largely ineffective against undead such as these, Yetz joins Morris in heading back to the inn.\n\nThe zombie turns to the nearest creature, Ja'hkaa, and attempts to bite the goblin again.\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \nFrom the shadows of the alley ways branching off the streets, you can see the lurching motion of man sized forms shambling towards you, and from the inn the sounds of fear and panic are continuing to rise in volume and frequency.\n\nZin's glaive again strikes home. His slash opens the creature's belly, exposing the thing's intestines.\n\nSripor stows his spear in favor of his crossbow and quickly loads a bolt.\n\nJa'hkaa's knife slashes through undead flesh, exposing pale white bone." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nFire! Attack - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] Damage - (1d10)[ 2 ] \n \"Urh... uh oh. Why did it have to be undead!? Immune to only damaging power creatures! Grrgh!\" 😡\n\nWatching as the bolt either 1) misses or 2) bounces off the creature's skin, Sripor starts moving towards the protection of the inn. In other words, hustle." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin retains the momentum from the previous strike. He spins, taking the polearm with him, before bringing it down with an overhead attack.\n\n \"More are arriving,\" he shouts. \"Shall we retreat?\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 12 ] (1d10+4)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "The zombie bites again, yellow teeth gleamig with sickly ichor in the pale moonlight. Ja'khaa rams the base of his shield into the thing's mouth then shoves it off.\n\nHe glances around and snarls at the unholy menace ravaging his beloved motherland. Seeing the lurching shadows in the windows of the inn and having little doubt as to what they are, his mind wrestles with his conscience.\n\nMaking up his mind, he shouts out, \"Scout'n party! 'Ware the undead, they're alrea'y inside! Bust the doors quick-like! If there be too many, fall back, full bloody retreat... if it be just a few, dodge 'em and loot all the liquor, oil, blades and torches ye can carry!\" \n \"Zin, ye have the longer weapo'--- trip the damned thing and keep it down!... Oh, and watch yer back\" Ja'khaa calls out. \"Once they get back with either the report on enemy positions... or the flammables, we get the bloody blazes out of here, an' make for the Sou'West--- for the Deneith strong'old\" \n \"STAY DEAD!\" he shouts as he slashes out once more, disbelieving the ineffectiveness of his blows.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 23 ] Attack (1d3+4)[ 5 ] Damage\n\nUh-oh, I'm beginning to thik this thing's got Plot Armour...\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "OOC: There seems to be a small bit of confusion. There is something going on at the inn, but the new zombies coming into view are out here on the street with you." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n WHAT?!? Could we pleeeaaase have a map? I understood they were still comig in from the alleys... and I thought we were in the middle of the bloody street! I will change me post upon the... ahem, tacmap update...\n " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt bursts through the front door of the inn and looks around for trouble. If nothing is immediately apparent, he listens for the noise of disturbance and heads there." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nComing through the door right after Yezt Mo draws his dagger and takes a good look around.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n Listen - (1d10+5)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz and Morris burst into the inn's common room to see the dead man back on his feat, currently clutching one of the inn's patrons and attempting to rip the man's shoulder off with its teeth as the man screams in pain and hammers upon the zombie with all his strength, but his blows have no effect upon the zombie.\n\nOutside, the zombie turns from the goblin to the changeling with the glaive and attempts to bite the one causing it the most harm.\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \nFrom the alleyways shamble the corpses of a half-dozen of Darthun's citizens, clothing bloody from their own violent deaths. They could possibly charge the three warriors remaining on the street next round, even with their lurching gate and poor reflexes.\n\nZin steps back and brings his glaive down upon the zombie, splitting through the undead's ribcage with a snap of breaking bones.\n\nSripor's bolt stikes the zombie just as he realizes the futility of such an action, watching the bolt sink into the corpse's flesh with no effect.\n\nJa'hkaa's dagger catches the zombie in the back of the neck and rips through its spine, severing its head from its body. The zombie drops like a puppet with its stings cut." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt, screaming a hundred curses in goblin, charges the reanimated corpse in front of him, attempting to bash its head in with his mace.\n\nAttack- (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \nDamage- (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n\n<OOC> why didn't I invest in a freaking slashing weapon... </OOC>\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \nHp: 11\nAC: 21\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nSoulmelds:\nWorm tail belt: 1 essentia (+3 natural armor)\nBlink short: 0 essentia (teleport 20 feet as a standard action)\n \n\n\nEdit: By the way, not actually charging. I don't really fancy having a low AC for the zombies to hit." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"EeeEEek!!! I suggest we run!\" Sripor runs in any direction that is as away from the many zombies as possible." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\n\"I agree we must flee. There is little or nothing we can do without a strong cleric to save the town if each person who dies just raise up. Very soon we will be horribly outnumber and we had problems putting one down. Forge scrounging for gear lest just run.\"\n\nHowever when he see Yezt rush into combat he can not just let him go alone. Mo will move up while drawing his dagger and slash the zombie from the oposite side.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n To hit - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] Removed the +2 if you think he can not get a flanking postion.\n Damage - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Previous turn:\n\nThe momentum from the spin added more power to Zin's attack, but also exposed him to danger. The corpse bit him hard in the forearm, easily tearing through the bright fabric that made up his sleeve. The changeling cursed, screaming in fear and pain. He was able to rip free from the beast and move backwards away from it, before bringing the blade down.\n\n*\n\nCurrent turn:\n\n \"The South-West?\" The changeling is wary to go there, but even more frightened of remaining. \"Let's go!\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "<OOC>This post will occur as soon as the zombie gets his counterattack on Yezt</OOC>\n\nMore frustrated than ever, the goblin roars at the top of his lungs. \"IT... WON'T... DIE!\" He screams, \"We leave now!\" \n\nActions: Full retreat from the zombie so as not to provoke AoO, heads out of the inn while beckoning the psion and the rogue to follow him, then looks around to see if he can spot Jak and Zin." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Snarling at the incomig hostiles, Ja'khaa flicks strings of gore from his dagger and jams it back ito its sheath. Leaping Fang over to where he had dropped his lance, he uses the toes of one foot to snag the butt of the weapon and pass it up to his hand whereupon he hefts it handily, couching it in the crook of his arm.\n\nBrandishing the long lance, he calls out, \"Scout'n party! Fall back! Barricade the doors o'th' way out if ye can and grab some window-poles and torches an' liquor! If we can't cut 'em, we'll roast 'em!\" \n\nJa'khaa then motions with his shield-arm at Zin and Sripor, \"Alchemist! Help the scouts with the barricade! Teller! With me, we'll hold off these buggers tell th'others're safe!\" \n\n\n\n(( TO BE CONTInUED Done. ))" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Sripor, Zin, and Ja'khaa may want to actualy declare combat actions, such as moving, now that they have discussed their tactics." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"Sigh. I hate it when these kind of things happen.\" Sripor seems bored and unconcerned now that he got some time to calm down and is somewhere away from the zombies, but he still moves quickly as he rushes to barricade the door." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin moves forward quickly, slashing at one of the creatures that have invaded the town. The blow is powerful, but it is clear that it unbalanced him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: Charging, if possible. Attack: (1d20+6)[ 7 ] (1d10+4)[ 12 ] ))\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 26 ] charging mounted attack with lance (1d6+4)[ 7 ] Damage 2=14 (1d20+2)[ 6 ] Spot--- relative positions and anything that can be used (1d20+2)[ 6 ] Listen --- how's the fight inside going?\n\nUsed Ride-by Attack to avoid AoOs and to extend movement rate. Currerntly oh-so ready for more AoOs provoked from lance's reach.\n \n\n Poke and run! Ja'khaa charges the zombie closest to the inn's doors. The lance's point skewers the abomination through and through but, not wanting to waste his momentum, he rips it free of the walking corpse and wheels around then dashes back to where he started.\n\nThere, side-by-side with Zin, he sets his lance once more, prepared to either charge or repel." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz's morningstar slam's into the undead, but the creature ignores the heavy blow.\n\nMorris slashes at the zombie, but the man the zombie is grappling with gets in the way. Morris barely averts the slash in time, slicing through empty air.\n\nZin charges the advancing undead, but his swing fails to connect.\n\nSripor flees back to the inn, away from the advancing undead. Once inside, he begins to barricade the door, hoping that the others can deal with the undead already inside.\n\nJa'hkaa charges, his wolf mount loping down the cobbled street as swift as the cold wind blowing through the city. His lance connects solidly with the abomination's head, tearing it from the things shoulders and sending it rolling down the street like some grotesque ball. As the lifeless body falls to the ground, the goblin wheels his mount around and moves to the side of Zin, prepared to face the undead together.\n\nInside, the zombie ignores the new comers and continues to gnaw upon the man in its clutches. The man's struggles against the zombie are growing weaker, as he is losing blood quickly.\nOutside, the zombies charge, but several block the others ability to charge, so all six can't attack the two fighters still on the street.\n\nZombie1 (against Ja'hkaa)\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nZombie2 (against Ja'hkaa)\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nZombie3 (against Zin)\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nZombie4 (against Zin)\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nJa'hkaa\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs for things you may be able to make use of, you might be able to use a lamp post for some cover, but otherwise the street lacks anything useful.\nYou can't hear any different sounds coming from inside, so you have no idead if things are going better or worse.\n " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nAs soon as the door is effectively barricaded, Sripor will begin looking for things that can quickly destroy zombies." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt becomes extremely agitated by the uselessness of his weapon, and his voice trembles as he runs back toward the bar. \"MY KINGDOM FOR A DAGGER!\" He screams at the barkeep and remaining patrons, simultaneously scouring the bar top for a large bottle of wine or something similar.\n\nActions: 5-foot step to the side (he withdrew from the zombie's reach last round) and then move toward the bar. If no one is able to provide him with a dagger, grabs a large bottle (should there be one in the area) and use a standard action to break it for use as an improvised dagger. (I'll gladly take the -4 to attack if I can just do some freaking damage...)" }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"I will have your kindom if you ever get one, here have my dagger.\" \n\nMo hands his dagger to Yezt and then draws his spare." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] AoO! with lance (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \nDrop lance as free action then whip out the trusty ol' dagger. RAGE!<<which, if I'm not mistaken, will last for a maximum of 8 rounds.\n (1d20+6)[ 21 ] regular dagger attack (1d3+6)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\n((Story post pending))" }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Action: Ok, with the standard action he would have used last turn to break a bottle, Yezt puts his mace back and shifts the dagger to his main hand.\n\nNext round: Yezt charges the zombie confidently, taking a vicious swipe with Morris' dagger in an attempt to sever it's head.\n\nAttack- (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nConfirmation, just in case- (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nDamage- (1d3+2)[ 5 ] \n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \nHp: 11\nAC: 19 (-2 from charge)\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\n1 essentia in wormtail belt, none in blink shirt\n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "The final bite was all it took to brings Zin down. From a mixture of pain and blood loss, Zin collapses. He is not yet dead, but is clearly losing life by the moment.\n\n((OOC: Zin is at -3 now.))" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz takes up Morris's dagger and this time manages to sink the blade deep into the zombie's shoulder.\n\nMorris draws his other dagger and watches for an oppourtunity to attack the undead.\n\nZin falls, bleeding from the bite wounds inflicted upon him.\n\nSripor works to drag one of the heavy nearby tables over to bar the door, ignoring the fight going on nearby. As he works, the remaining patrons stream from the room, taking any exit availible from the room. People flee from the front doors, rush up the stairs, and into the kitchen and presumably out through the back door in droves.\n\nJa'hkaa's lance pieces one of the undead as it closes in, wedging deep into the zombie's chest, but the undead struggles on towards you, driving the lance deeper into its chest. Releasing his lance, Ja'hkaa once more draws his dagger, slashing the undead across its belly, spilling blood and entrails on the cobblestone street, but the walking corpse continues to attack.\n\nOutside, the zombies break off their attack on Zin as he falls, the brightness of his life force diming, and turn to attack Ja'hkaa.\n\nZombie1\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nZombie2\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nZombie3\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nZombie4\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "At the sight of the gaping wound he inflicted with his attack, all traces of doubt flee Meantooth's face. Fire returns to the shaman's eyes, and with a loud growl he viciously rips the dagger from the zombie's shoulder and prepares for another strike.\n\n \"You, dagger man!\" He yells to Morris, cautiously circling the grappling undead. \"Step foreward, we flank him NOW !\" \n\nOn this last word Yezt springs forward, thrusting the dagger into the skull of the undead horror.\n\nActions: I'm not sure if Morris is in melee range of the zombie or not. If he is, Yezt moves around the creature until he is in a flanking position. If Morris is not, Yezt moves to the square opposite the most convenient square for Morris to move to on his action. Regardless, he attempts to finish the zombie off.\n\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] Subtract 2 if flanking does not apply.\nDamage: (1d3+2)[ 3 ] \nThreat: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] Subtract 2 if flanking does not apply." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMo Takes a 5 foot step back into range of the zombie to flank it with the goblin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n To hit - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n dagger-slash (1d20+6)[ 24 ] slash-damage (1d3+6)[ 7 ] \nwolf-bite (1d20+3)[ 16 ] bite-damage (1d6+1)[ 7 ] t-t-trip (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n\nAC 20 HP is down to 7 / 15.\n \n\n \"NGYYAAARRRGGGHH!\" The goblin shouts as clammy teeth rake across his leg. Fang growls deep, then, shaking herself free of the unnatural stupour of the zombies, the bitch lunges and clamps her teeth heavily onto the undead's thigh. She pulls back hard, ripping away both flesh and mayhap some modicum of balance from the shambling hulk of unbreathing flesh.\n\n \"DIE, YE DAMNED NECROMONGRELS!\" , Ja'khaa yells as he leans forward into yet another shorthanded slash across the zombie's other thigh, attempting to topple it." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz and Morris take daggers to the undead still grappling with the dying man. Their flashing blades sink home, and the zombie falls to the ground.\n\nZin's bleeding has staunched itself, but he is not in good shape. (Assuming the use of an action point.)\n\nSripor continues to work on barricading the door.\n\nJa'hkaa continues to make a stand against the undead. His slashing dagger and his vicious wolf mount rip into dead flesh as he fights. His wolf's teeth sink deep into the zombies leg and pull the undead down. The corpse lays there on the cobblestones, unmoving.\n\nThe remaining zombies close around Ja'hkaa, attempting to sink their teeth into him. Strangely, none attack the wolf.\n\nZombie2\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nZombie3\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nZombie4\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nZombie5\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Snarling savagely, Yezt leaps upon the felled corpse and brutally decapitates it, slashing the neck open and ripping its head off with his bare hands.\n\n \"Good work, dagger man. You make a worthy ally, even to shaman-king Meantooth.\" He proclaims to Morris, punching the changeling's arm in admiration. \"See if hurt-man can be saved, or kill him. Then maybe you help strange-man with the door. Meantooth is going outside.\" \n\n[Goblin] Let's see what sort of mincemeat my allies have made of the other zombie... [/Goblin] He thinks as he strides over to Sripor's makeshift barricade. Focusing his mind on his spiritual vestments, Yezt unleashes the power of his blink shirt, teleporting through the wall and 20 feet into the street in front of the inn. \"Grak'tak!\" He swears, seeing the downed hexblade and Jak'haa surrounded by a half-dozen fresh zombies." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n dagger-slash (1d20+6) slash-damage (1d3+6)\nwolf-bite (1d20+3) bite-damage (1d6+1) t-t-trip (1d20+2)\n\nJa'khaa's stats: HP 6 (inclusive of the 2 temp HP from rage) AC 20\n \n\n \"GYAARAAAGGGHH!\" yells the goblin as the foe he fought fell heavily onto the cobblestones, sinews severed ad entrails spilled and reeking.\n\nThe foul undead swarm once more upon Ja'khaa, Fang and Zin, swiping dumbly with stiff arms and snapping madly with slavering jaws. Ja'khaa glimpses through the sweet, blood-mad haze of his rage that the fortune-telling spearman twitches on the ground and manages to curl himself up into a protective fetal position right before having to defend himself against the foebeasts' storm of strikes.\n\nOne of the zombies stumbles over Zin's prone form and its snapping jaws gnash empty air. Ja'khaa jerks his left knee, making Fang leap to her left, neatly sidestepping another zombie.\n\nThe space is too crowded, however, and the undead pile in hard and fast. GRZZZKKK! Two of the beasts lunge at Ja'khaa with open mouths but only manage to latch onto the heavy oaken surface of the wolfrider's shield as he swats it at them." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 15 ] regular attack\n (1d3+6)[ 9 ] damage\n (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Fang's bite\n (1d6+1)[ 5 ] damage\n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] wolf's trip-check\n \n\n\nWith his shield thus occupied and his arm's reflexes weakened from blood loss, the goblin is unable to properly defend himself. A hulking brute of a zombie, fire-eyed and bristle-bearded, charges forward, opens its mouth to a ghastly width and bites down on Ja'khaa's head.\n\nThe lancer recoils from the monstrosity but he still feels the bruising force of its jaws and the scraping of its teeth on his cheeks. Thankful for the grace of a helmet, he pulls himself back, then slams his dagger into the beast's neck, ripping it across the throat as he screams, \"VOR ZYRE! NYARRAGAAAAH! THE BLACKCLAW FOR CYRE!\" Beneath him, he feels Fang lunge at the brute, her jaws snapping at the blighter's belly.\n\nSuddenly, he sees a flash of light behind the undead mob and starts back in surprise when he sees Yezt Meantooth step into the road from thin air. [Goblin] \"Pull them down or push them back, comrade! I need some space!\" [/Goblin]" }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"This is just getting pathetic, now, really...\" mumbles Sripor. \"And my name is Sripor! 'Strange-man' is slightly insulting.\" \n\nStop barricading and go look for something that'd kill a bunch of zombies at once. I prefer something that makes fires and goes boom, too." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris watchs the injured man very carefully. Fully ready to plunge his dagger into him if he appears to be changing.\n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz decapitates the corpse, then vanishes from the inside of the inn, reapearing outside on the street. (Last I checked, Morris looked like a human. Zin is the one who looks like a changeling.)\n\nMorris examines the injured man carefully. He still breathes, though his breathing is rapid and shallow and his bleeding has not stopped.\n\nSripor finishes bracing the front door with the heavy table, then begins to search for something that may help against the zombies, something of a pyrotechnic nature. (You're in a bar, so I'd go for the hard liquor. Probably kept behind the bar hint hint)\n\nJa'hkaa and his mount continue to make a stand against the undead. Snaping teeth and slashing dagger cut through dead flesh, desprately trying to .\n\nStill surrounding Ja'hkaa, the zombies ignore the newly arrived goblin, focusing their attacks upon the wolf rider.\n\nZombie2\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n\nZombie3\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nZombie4\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n\nZombie5\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nDamge: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "[goblin] \"We need to drag our other friend from danger!\" [/goblin] Yells back Yezt. [goblin] \"Fight defensively and move out of range next time we down one! Try to draw them off so I can drag him back to the inn, then meet up with me.\" \n\nAnd with that he charges what looks like the most injured zombie, ramming his dagger into the creature's spine.\n\nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 27 ] (including 2 for flanking and 2 for charge)\nThreat: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d3+2)[ 3 ] \n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11/11\nAC: 19 (-2 from charge)\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nEssentia: 2 in wormtail belt, none in blink shirt\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n OOC: I did not know about the defensive fighting option until Grimfist mentioned it. Newb, yes. Sorry and thank you. Oh, and I forgot that barbarians lose 2 AC when raging... so technically, three of those previous attacks hit... and thankfully none of the current attacks hit AC 18. Yes, he's been knocked down to -7 HP. These actions might very well be Ja'khaa's last heroic stand... if they are at all counted.\n\n (1d20+6)[ 26 ] Ja'khaa's attack against Z#1\n (1d3+6)[ 8 ] damage from dagger\n (1d20+3)[ 11 ] Fang's attack against Z#5\n (1d6+1)[ 2 ] damage from wolfbite\n[roll1d20+2[/roll] trip-check\n \n\n\n((Story-post pending))" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "((Trip-check take 2: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] ))" }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor grabs some very alcoholic beverages, and sets off to find some matches or a similar item." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nUnsure of how is companions are fairing out of doors Mo runs to the window to try and asses the situation.\n\n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Charging the mass of zombies surrounding the wounded wolf rider, Yetz rams his dagger into the base of the walking corpse's spine, severing it cleanly. It falls with a thud upon the road.\n\nInside, Morris peers from the glass window of the inn. Outside on the street he can clearly see Ja'hkaa battling a four zombies in a fierce rage, aided only by his wold mount and Yetz, the body of Zin lying nearby.\n\nSripor heads behind the bar to search for flammable liquor. His search yeilds several bottles of Cyran whiskey, as well as the halfling barkeep, sitting on a short stool underneath the counter, muttering to himself and looking, of all things, to be extremely annoyed. \"Of all the days I had to give the bouncers off, why did I have to pick tonight?\" Spotting Sripor, he says gruffly, \"What da' ya want?\" \n\nBack outside, Ja'hkaa savagely plunges his dagger up to the hilt through the eye of one of the undead, then rips the blade free. The undead creature falls backwards and lays unmoving across the Zin's body. Ja'hkaa's snarling wolf mount snaps at the zombies, only biting a few fingers off a zombies hand, but pulling the undead off its feet.\n\nThe zombies are unrelenting, however. The zombies that remain standing savage the berserker goblin with their powerful bites. The fire goes out of the goblin, and he slumps over in the saddle, bleeding and unconcious." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"You got anything that can make a fire?\" asks Sripor to the barkeep. \"A match, torch, lit candle, they'll all work.\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Before most of the zombies can turn around and react, Yezt dashes over to the last unmangled zombie corpse, plunging his dagger through its eyesocket to ensure that it will not rise again. Unfortunately this leaves him in a vulnerable position, and he braces himself for the impending attack of the nearest undead.\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 21\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nEssentia: 2 in wormtail belt, none in blink shirt\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nNot wanting to go outside Morris will draw his bow and try and fire through a window or slot in the door. Knowing that it will not do much damage but might slow the mass of zombies down.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n To hit - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz makes sure that a zombie will never rise again. With his guard temporarily down, a zombie lunges at him, jaws wide.\n\nZombie5\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n\nMorris fires from inside the inn. His arrow punches through the glass, sending a spray of shards tinkling down upon the stone road. The arrow, deflected off course by the window pane, imbeds itself into the corner of a building on the far side of the road.\n\nThe barkeep digs in his shirt pocket, pulling out a pipe and a packet of tindertwigs. He hands the tindertwigs to Sripor, saying \"Here ya go. Just don't burn the place down.\" \n\nFang snaps at the zombie, loyaly defending her fallen master.\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \nTrip Attempt: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nZombie's Strength Check: (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n\nThe zombies turn from the fading Ja'hkaa to the newly arrived goblin and attack. The zombie pulled to the ground by Fang, rises to its feet (As well as the zombie tripped this round, if Fang was successful) and attacks as well. (AoOs for both Fang and Yetz)\n\nFang's AoO\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n\nZombie2\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n\nZombie5\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"I'll try not to,\" says Sripor, who then rushes over to the window, opens it, and stares out at the morbid scene." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt skillfully throws himself out of the path of the first zombie that attacked him while he knelt, only to find himself in the path of two others. Cursing in goblin, he manages to punch the first away with his buckler. The second zombie actually clamps onto his arm with powerful teeth, but the shaman's skin is hard as bark, and he quickly shakes the creature off before it can do him any real damage. Ignoring the pathetic swing by the third zombie, Yezt takes a swipe at the rising zombie and then lunges toward the one that bit his arm.\n\nAoO attack- (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \nAoO damage- (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nNormal attack- (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \nNormal damage- (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAC: 21\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nEssentia: 2 in wormtail belt, none in blink shirt.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \nI sure hope I do not hit any of the living people \n \"Get out of there!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n To hit - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz's flashing knife guts the off balance zombie, and it falls once more, this time unmoving.\n\nMorris's arrow finds its target this time, striking the last standing zombie in the back, but to no noticable effect.\n\nSripor arrives at the window, to see a scene somewhat less bleak than the last time he glanced out upon the street. Only one zombie remains standing, with an angry wolf and the knife wielding goblin facing the mindless corpse.\n\nFang lunges for the nearest zombie's throat. Her jaws close around the undead's neck with sound of vertebrae snapping. She shakes the limp body once before dropping it to the ground with a thud, then lunges for the last one standing.\n\nFang\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \nTrip Attempt: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nZombie's Strength Check: (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n\nThe zombie continues to attack, mindlessly unaware that it is now outnumbered.\n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Letting out a roar unfitting for one his size, Yezt literally leaps upon the last standing undead, throwing all of his weight behind the dagger and driving it deep into the creature's ribcage.\n\nAttack- (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"...well, so much for that.\" Sripor waits patiently for more orders." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"I do not see any more undead yet. We should grab the wounded or dead that we can and leave as quickly as we can. Is there a cart and a beast to pull it in the stable or near by?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n INT Roll - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] To try and remember something that could carry the hurt or dead out of town relativly fast.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz's dagger plunges into the zombie's chest, but does not stop the shambling corpse.\n\nMorris searches for some way out of town. Nothing capable of carrying several people is visible on the street, and he doesn't recall any carts or wagons in the inn's stables.\n\nSripor stands still for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.\n\nFang lunges again, trying to bring down the last threat to her master.\n\nFang\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \nTrip Attempt: (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nZombie's Strength Check: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n\nThe zombie once more attempts to bite the goblin, somehow ignoring the large wolf attempting to disembowel it.\n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d4+2)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Glancing back at the tavern where the crowbow bolts came from, Yezt notices Morris standing in the window. \"Crossbow man, please get tavern door open for when Grimfist retreats!\" He yells back, plunging his bloody dagger into the gaping chest wound he'd inflicted on the zombie with his last attack.\n\nAttack- (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \nThreat- (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nStats-\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAC: 21\nFort: +5\nRef: +5\nWill: +0\nEssentia: Two in wormtail belt, none in blink shirt.\n " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "<OOC>Bad roll. I'm gonna use an action point to modify my attack, leaving me with 4 left.\n\nModifier to last attack- (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\nEdit: That brings it up to 16! Bite 6 lethal damage zombie!</OOC>" }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nHearing the plea to get the door ready Morris moves the tables just enough that one person at a time can get through. He then steels himself to make a dash out to try and grab one of the downed fighters." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor counts the tindertwigs before putting them and the wine into his backpack." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Yetz's dager strikes home once more, slashing deeper into the fallen zombie's chest.\n\nMorris moves the table back from the door enough that someone can get through the door.\n\nSripor counts 6 tindertwigs before stuffing them and the whiskey into his pack.\n\nFang goes for the tripped zombie's throat.\n\nFang\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n\nThe zombie staggers back to its feet (AoOs for Yetz and Fang), and continues to try and sink its teeth into the small goblin.\n\nFang's AoO\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nZombie6\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d20+1)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Forgot to roll damage for Fang\n\nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \nCrit Confrim: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt once again throws his weight behind the dagger, sinking the blade deep into the zombie's chest cavity.\n\nAttack- (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nThreat- (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Skipping Sripor and Morris's actions to save time. Looks like we can drop out of inititive for the time being.)\n\nYetz's dagger grates against bone as he stabs it into the zombie's shoulder, doing little damage. Fang's teeth find the undead's throat and crush the thing's spine with the loud snapping of bone. The thing falls limp from the wolf's jaws.\n\nFor now the street is clear, but from the way the wolf warily watches the shadows, growling softly, you expect more of the walking dead soon.\n\nFor Everyone:\n \n Spoiler \n\n480 XP for everyone. Enjoy.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nSeeing the last moving zombie stop moving he checks the man at the bar. Readying an action to stab the man in the heart if it looks like he is dead or turning." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The man is unconcious, but is still breathing, but just barely. He's still bleeding heavily from his wounds." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt, hands still shaking from the adrenaline rush of combat, walks over to Zin and grabs the unconscious changeling's arm, starting to drag him toward the door of the tavern. [goblin] \"C'mere, wolf. Follow the desperate and uninjured goblin!\" [/goblin] he says soothingly in the wolf's master's language, whistling quietly and trying to get her to follow." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "<OOC>Forgot the wild empathy check.</OOC>\n\nWild Empathy- (1d20)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Can I get a Handle Animal check from Yetz?" }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n Can I get a Handle Animal check from Yetz? \n \n\nI guess my wild empathy check didn't do the trick. Will it net me a bonus on the handle animal though?\n\nHandle Animal- (1d20-1)[ 17 ] \n\nEdit: Wow, nice rolls." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(Wild Empathy is like Diplomacy for animals. Handle Animal is getting them to do what you want them to do. Also, last I checked, one of the zombies bit you for 5 damage. It got a 21 on its attack roll.)\n\nYetz is able to drag the changling back toward the inn without incident. Fang follows the goblin, though she seems uneasy. As the pair make it to the door, more undead can be seen shambling out of the gloom towards the inn." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n (Wild Empathy is like Diplomacy for animals. Handle Animal is getting them to do what you want them to do. Also, last I checked, one of the zombies bit you for 5 damage. It got a 21 on its attack roll.) \n \n\nYeah, I have 21 AC. When attack ties AC the attack misses, right?\n\nEdit: D'oh, nevermind. I just checked SRD." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Grimfist \n Yeah, I have 21 AC. When attack ties AC the attack misses, right? \n \n\nNope. AC is like a Save DC. You have to at least meet it to suceed, so the zombie bit you.\n\nEDIT: Just got ninja's by the SRD! How'd that happen?" }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris will go out into the street to help move the fortune teller into the dubiously relative safety of the Inn." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"Uhm... that was weird. And unexpected,\" says Sripor, addressing the recently-fought zombie attack. \"Let's not leave the other changeling and sir bossy gobli person outside.\" \n\nSripor will start moving aside the barricade, but keep it somewhere were it can quickly be reassembled." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "All of a sudden, from behind the bar you hear an incredulous voice say \"Unexpected! Unexpected would be Valenar raiders popping up in the middle of town! Do you realize the Karnnathi border is at least fifteen hundred miles from here? What are undead doing in the south of Cyre?!\" \n\nThe halfling barkeep comes out from around the bar, surveying the damage caused by the fleeing patrons and the brawl with the zombie. He does not look happy." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"We do not have much time to ponder more of the undead are coming this was. Probably attracted by all the noise the fighting made. Arrggh! My rapier and bow are almost useless and going into fight with a dagger is never a good plan. Do you happen to have any edged weapons anywhere in the inn? Like a short sword or machete?\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"And I'm angry because I'm useless without really being able to damage those undead! ...do you want me to throw some Grease on them? And it's that very spooky threatening grease I was talking about, too. Should make those undead slip-'n-fall. Slip-'n-fall.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The barkeep rolls his eyes at the mention of weapons. \"Edged weapons? What do you think this place is? an armory? The only sharp objects around here are the cook's knives.\" The halfling sighs, then seems resigned to his fate. \"We might as well head upstairs. If we are being invaded by undead, it will be easier to hold them off at the top of the stairs instead of down here.\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris carries helps carry the sick where everyone decides to make a stand. After the first trip upstairs he checks to see if the staircase could somehow be knocked down after the all got upstairs." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "After helping to carry the wounded inside and upstairs, Yezt pokes the bitemark on his arm gingerly, wincing slightly. [goblin] It'll heal... [/goblin] he thinks to himself, spitting in the wound and clasping his free hand over it.\n\n \"Should Meantooth see how far dead-ones are spread?\" The wounded goblin asks, gesturing toward the roof and teleporting forward a couple of feet in demonstration. \"Or need you his great muscles to help with the... moving things?\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor, who seems to be getting more and more annoyed with every passing second, finally yells in frustration. \"Useless! I'm so useless! But just wait 'til I level, heh. \" \n\nAnd pay no attention to the fourth-wall breaking." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"Quit your whining and help me with him.\" The barkeep barks at Sripor, pointing at the wounded man on the floor. The halfling moves to pick him up by the feet, obviously intending Sripor to carry the man's shoulders." }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n \"Fine.\" Sripor proceeds to help with the wounded man." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"I do not have much hope that the zombies will pass us by here. Hey Innkeeper is there a way to the roof from inside the inn?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The bartender puzzles for a minute, then says \"No, not from inside the inn. That reminds me, though. There should be a trapdoor to the attic in one of these rooms somewhere. It's been so long since I used them that I can't remember which one. Help me stow this stiff in one of the rooms and then we'll look for it.\" \n\nDownstairs, the sound of heavy fists banging on the door can be heard. It seems that Morris's predictions are correct and the undead have decided the inn contains the living." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"Unless that stuff is worth your life drop it and help me look now. That barricade is not going to stall them for long and we will have to hoist the unconscious bodies up into the attic. Not sure how to get the wolf up there though.\"\n\n And that badly bleeding guy looks like he might be a goner. Maybe leave him for the last trip and if we run out time he could a distraction to the undead. \n \n \n Spoiler \n\nCuple search checks for the ceilings\n Search - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n Search - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n Search - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The halfling heads his own way down the hall, looking in the rooms as he goes for the trapdoor. Morris, heading down a different hallway, doesn't find the trapdoor in any of the rooms he searches. Instead, he finds a door, locked or barricaded from the inside. When he first attempts to open the door, a small shriek of fright can be heard from inside. A man's voice, obviously worried, calls from inside the room \"Who's there?\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \n\"My name is Morris. The ground floor is soon to be overrun by undead attracted to the inn because we were able to kill off the first dozen or so. Does you room have a hatch or panel in the ceiling?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Sense motive on any reply - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n Listen to door to hear if they person inside is done. - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n\nHow many rooms are there?\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"Thank the Host, I thought you might be the undead come to kill us.\" There is the sound of something heavy being dragged across the wooded floor, then the door opens. In the doorway stands a human man, well-muscled with dark hair and a blue-green dragonmark visible on his upper arm. \"There isn't any trapdoor or panel in here. Why do you ask?\" \n\nBehind him in the room is a slim human woman, looking much relieved that it's not zombies on the other side of the door.\n\nMorris\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe man believes he's telling the truth.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"Looking for a way place to hide that the zombies can not climb too or is very defensible. Also maybe cut a way onto the roof and move to an adjacent roof so they lose our immediately trail. We have wounded if either of you are healers.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The woman looks up at the mention of wounded. \"My skill isn't as great as a Jorasco healer, but I might be able to do something for your wounded. Please, take me to them.\" \n I'll see if I can find your trapdoor for you.\" The big man moves off down the hall, searching each room as he goes." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris show her to the room that the downed fighters are in.\n\n \"Thank you for your efforts. If you can get them to their feet we would have a much better chance of getting out of here alive.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The woman first kneels by the worst injured, the goblin Ja'hkaa. She lays her hands on his chest and speaks a few soft words, and his wounds instantly begin to close. She repeats the process with the fallen changling as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n10 hp to Ja'hkaa, and 4 to Zin.\n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin's face changes as he is revived, mimicing both the goblin who fought alongside him, the zombie that nearly killed him, and the woman who just healed him. Finally, his face returns to normal, noseless and pale. He blinks rapidly and takes in his surroundings. The changeling stares at his wounds and then at the woman who just healed him.\n\n \"The Traveller smiles upon me once again, for I am allowed to walk the world for another day. Thank you, ma'am. I thought I would die.\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"I wish we could tell you that we are out of danger but there still is an imminent threat. The wave that took you and goblin down was defeated but the din brought a 2nd wave that is even now trying to get through the simple barricade. The undead are renowned for their patience and I doubt if they will just give up. Not to mention that what ever made them might be attracted to the scene.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"Don't thank me. Thank the Host instead. I am but their tool.\" " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": " \"My thanks to the Host, then. So, we're still under attack?\" The fortune teller seems oddly calm. \"Did anyone bring my weapon? If not, no matter. I have a spare blade I keep hidden.\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Still in the main room of the tavern and listening to the repeating pulse of undead hammering on the doors, Meantooth grows ever more restless, pondering his situation whilst piling more pieces of furniture on the crude barricade.\n\n[goblin] How is it that the great shaman-king Meantooth is reduced to sitting helpless in a tavern, waiting to be beset by a crowd of the walking dead? [/goblin] He thinks. [goblin] Never since my salvaging days have I been reduced to being a victim. [/goblin]\n\nAs he glances about the room, Yezt's gaze settles upon the limp figures of his fallen allies. [goblin] Truely, this situation seems hopeless, [/goblin] he considers, eying the ceiling and imagining the safety which lies beyond on the rooftop. For what seems like an eternity guilt and remorse hang upon his face and his spiritual vestments begin to glow...\n\n \"No!\" he barks, extinguishing the glow of his blink shirt. [goblin] These two wouldn't run away, so if I did what kind of beast-lord would I be? [/goblin] He thinks to himself, walking over to take a stand by his fallen allies and sneering defiantly at the front door as it shivers under a rain of blows. Just then Morris reenters the main room along with a woman- Yezt stares dumbfounded as she walks over, reviving Zin and Jak'haa.\n\nSuddenly realizing that someone may be watching him, Yezt quickly recomposes himself, puffing up his chest and yelling in common at his fellow zombie-slayers. \"Finally waken, you are??? Well good! Meantooth was about to leave you for dead if you slept much longer!\" \n\nDespite his brash behavior, the goblin shaman is obviously a little bit embarrassed." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The woman does what she can for the wounded man, but after expending most of her abilities on Ja'hkaa and Zin the most she can do is stabilize his condition." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"Any luck finding the attic door?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\ngoing back to the rooms, and pop into any room unchecked o the way.\n search - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "Zin sits up with some difficulty and presses a small button on the heel of his boot. With an audible click a sharpened blade pops out.\n\n \"I'd rather have a real weapon, but this will do. This inn, it's secure for now, right?\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \n\"There is a barricade in front of the door, but it will not keep them long if they put any real effort into getting in.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Morris\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe next room after the closed room contains a trap door in the cieling.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \"I found the door to the attic. Lets get it open and check it out.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMorris looks around something to move under the hatch temporally to ease getting into. I.E. table, dresser, end table.\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Morris climbs drags the bed over underneath the trapdoor, and opens it up. The space above is dark and foreboding, although considering whats outside its as welcome as the sight of home." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \n\"Hey guys I am going to check this space out to see if might work as a place to hide. Anyone have a light source and some rope for me to tie up hear to help others get up?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nNot if it is a climb check or something like a str check to see if Morris can pull himself up into the attic.\n climb - (1d20)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Three foul befanged mouths ripping into his flesh. His dagger hanging limp in a hand bloody and bruised. Hot arterial blood spurting from gashes on his neck. Cold pain as he is eaten alive.\n\nHis vision blurs. The rage fades. The pain dims.\n\nThe breath of death washes over him. The doors of Dolurrh open, the maw of the sepulchre gapes wide in undying hunger for yet another soul.\n\nSilvern suffering. Burning bliss.\n\nSuddenly, the being that was once a goblin named Ja'khaa opens his eyes and sees not the darkness of Dolurrh. He opens his eyes to see an everlasting day, an undying Flame.\n\nBeyond, below, all around, there swirl threads of shadow and of darkness, seething with malice. The sulfurous fumes of Khyber and the choking reek of Xoriat tremble at the touch of the Flame, but still they hold their claws poised above the heart of the world, beyond the Flame's purifying tongues.\n\nJa'khaa feels his very essence dissolving into the\n\n Dur, my love, I come for you at last. Please forgive me. I wasn't able to protect you... His voice, silvern smoke, drifts from lips that only he can now but faintly feel.\n\nThe firestorm whose pulse beats around him and through him rumbles in spirit and in song. The voice of his wife, more fair than ever in mortality he heard her, reaches forth from the chorus of the righteous.\n\nTheir lips meet for the briefest instant and his throat burns. Thy sinew and steel, thy righteous rage--- these the Flame more needs than thy soul-strength. If ye love me true, then begone from a nameless grave and live thy life! Her now-sewrpentine song sears itself in his ears and he recoils with the anguish that only a lover sundered from his beloved can know.\n\n\n \"NYAAARRRGHH-ack-ack!\" \n\n((Sorry. Still TO-BE-CONTINUED... in next post.))" }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nhearing the scream Mo yells,\n \"What is going on down there?\" " }, { "author": "Bitzeralisis", "message": " Sripor \n\nSripor pokes Ja'hkaa. \"You okay?\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "((LA CONTINUATION))\n\nJa'khaa's vision suddenly flares with newfound sight, the sudden light burning and blurring. Strength drains away, to be replaced by salvation. A thousand sensations rip through his consciousness all at once.\n\nSlowly, the goblin becomes able to discern patches of light--- from the warmth of tallow candles to the coolness of magefired lanterns. The distant stars sigh through seemingly leaden windows.\n\nHard wooden planking groans beneath his back as he shifts his position... or tries to. The coldness of the night jabs at him through the rips in his leathern armour, biting with the blunt heads of the floor's rusted nails.\n\n Togg. Tog-tog. Bogg! Sounds of an irregular thumping and scraping reach his ears. The smells of blood and sweat and rot rankly his nostrils.\n\nJa'khaa's vision has yet to clear when his blood suddenly runs cold and his heart stops in his throat.\n\n((DRAT! TO BE CONTINUED YET AGAIN! SORRY!))" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "(While Ja'khaa finishes his character development, I may as well post what Morris sees.)\n\nIn the dim light coming from the room below, Morris can make out some of the features of the space. The attic area is a wide wooden platform laid over the rafters running along the center of the building. Towards the eaves, the platform disapears, leaving the plaster of the cieling below exposed. The place is dusty, as though it hasn't been used in years. Oddments of furniture and a few boxes are scattered around, as though brought up here and abandoned." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nMorris checks the ceiling to see if there is a way to get onto the room. If there is no door he well push on it to see how strong it seems.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n search - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n search - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n STR - (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "There is no roof access, and the cieling is fairly sturdy." }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "The changeling leans to the side of the bed and plants both feet on the ground. With a small groan, he stands. Walking to the room Morris entered, he calls, \"So, anything up there?\" " }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt, having finally overcome his shell-shock, follows the sound of Morris' voice and enters the room where he is exploring the attic. Curious, the goblin silently teleports into the curious room and also takes a look around, quickly searching the dusty boxes and furniture for any potentially useful things.\n\nSearch- (1d20+1)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The boxes mostly contain old clothes, bed sheets, and various nic-nac type objects. However, there is a bag of dusty old coins and a folded entertainer's outfit that looks suprizingly brand new." }, { "author": "Grimfist", "message": "Yezt furtively stuffs the entertainer's suit into his backpack before walking carefully back over to Morris.\n\n \"Hey dagger-man, Yezt has discovered a kingdom.\" The goblin exclaims, tossing the dusty pouch to the changeling.\n\n \"Have you any plan for what to do?\" " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n I had hoped there was a way to the roof or there was enough space for us to hide up until they zombies move on a bit. Then head out of town. The roof seems pretty strong so I am not sure we can punch a hole into it without giving away what we are doing. That was my plan. Do you got a better one? " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "((This space reserved))\n\n\n\n If we ever get out of here as you suggest, my changeling friend, 'tis the court martial's mockery and hangman's noose I'll get for such cowardice... Maybe, maybe not... but... Ja'khaa's black brow furrows deep as he takes another swig at his brandy flask.\n\n A noose...? His eyes narrow at the strange idea that has suddenly occured to him but his tongue blurts it out ere it is fully fleshed out.\n\n \"Have we any rope?\" He says aloud, asking both everybody all at once and nobody in particular, all the while staring at where the zombies' thrashing is harshest." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\nPoking his head back into the hole he says, \"I asked for rope too so nobody has it or did not hear both you are me.\" " }, { "author": "Idiotbox90", "message": "The changeling makes himself visible to Morris, \"How much room is up there? If we drag some food and drink up from the kitchen, maybe we can hole ourselves in until this all blows over. It's not much of a plan, but what else do we have?\" \n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: Sorry for the lack of posting. I've just been waiting for something to react to.))\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nThanks for getting things moving again.\n " }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n\n\"I think we should all be able to fit. If need be we could extend the platform up here a bit with bits of the furniture. I agree that unless there is only 1 or 2 zombies left we are not going to be able to survive a direct fight. Maybe once it is full light out we can get a better idea of just how widespread the attack is. If nobody has any rope we might be able to tie some sheets together to make something to help the less agile get up. However, I am not sure how we would get a wolf up here.\"" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \"Bah, do we have a table? A table should be enough, methinks\" , Ja'khaa says, still looking out the window.\n\nTurning back inside and glimpsing the holy symbol around the woman's neck, he withdraws his dagger from the floor, sheathes it, the takes the woman's hand and kisses it in token of gratitude." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The woman smiles slightly, but doesn't speak.\n\nYou hear the sounds of glass breaking downstairs." }, { "author": "nekosama", "message": " Morris \n \n\"It appears we are running out of time. Push the bed or anything over and start climbing. Someone very sure of their climb and jumping skills should be last because we do not want to leave what we use right bellow the entrance to give away where we went.\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The big man helps the lady up into the attic, and helps whoever else needs a hand up. \"I'll help hand the wolf up, if need be, but someone would need to be up top to pull her up. She won't bite, will she?\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 11 ] Climb check primary\n (1d20)[ 12 ] Climb check secondary\n (1d20)[ 18 ] Jump check primary\n (1d20)[ 9 ] Jump check secondary\n \n\n\nJa'khaa stretchs forth his stubby arms but fails to fid any purchase upon the upward climb to the trapdoor, the man's help otwithstanding. Takig a running leap, he manages to shoot himself into the attic, coughing at the dust as he rolls to a stop." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "(( (1d20+9)[ 19 ] Handle Animal))\n\nComing round back to the trapdoor, Ja'khaa advises the big man to step aside with a grunt, lest he be hit by a leaping lupus. \"Take care, ol' chap. Though she knows ye from awhile back, she mightn't take kindly to the cramped quarters...\" \n \"Grrraw-hraw-aw-a-awawwa-w-w...\", barks the Deneith rider to his mount..." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "Fang bounds up ontop of the bed, then easily makes the jump up into the attic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWho's going to get up last? The big man is willing to be last up, but if someone else wants that dubious honor, he'll oblige.\n " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Idly flicking his dagger from finger to finger, Ja'khaa remarks aloud, \"Well, fellows, do we just sit herre and wait for Dol Arrah or do we bust out and try to make headway, jumping across the roofs of this good town?\" " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"I haven't a clue. Maybe the army will have this taken care of in a day or so.\" " }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Burying his face in his hands, Ja'khaa groans dejectedly, \"I am... or rather, by tomorrow, I'll probably've been booted out of the army for this gross failure. Some great Blackclaw Deneith, I am, cowering in an attic... bah...\" \n\nBlinking sadly as Fang licks some of the wolfrider's open wounds, he asks the dragonmarked man, \"So sirrah, what brought ye, a dragonmark no less, to a dismal dive like this? Aye, and I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Ja'khaa... and ye are...?\"" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " \"The name is Anton. Anton d'Cannith. I own a blacksmith's shop about a block away. This dive serves the best ale of any inn withing five blocks. I came for a drink and this mess started.\" \n\nThe lady, trying to be comforting, says \"Please don't be hard on yourself. There are simply too many of those evil things out there for only a few warriors to stop.\" " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 22: Heleroen vs. Shadow \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " (1d20+5)[ 21 ] for Initiative." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": " Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n\nAlright, let's get this started." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Double Move to J14\n\nSlash's Turn." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Move to S14\n\nFor Refs-\n \n Spoiler \n I have my bow in hand and I will ready an action to shoot when he comes into my LoS.\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Move to K14.\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nReady an attack action to hit Slash when he enters my LoE.\n \n\n\nWelcome back... don't you hate how you can't shoot over the glass?" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Move to O16.\nFor Refs-\n \n Spoiler \n Same readied action.\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "For Refs: \n Spoiler \nMaintain Readied Action\n " }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Wait, is it my turn?" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Uhh yeah. I believe it is." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Use move action to L15. LoS check?" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "As part of my readied action above, I take a five foot step to J14 and then shoot you.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 11 ] to Hit\n (1d6+1)[ 3 ] Damage (+1 from Point Blank Shot.)\n\nI'll see how this works..." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "I believe I miss, so I'll take the next round's action.\n\nI'll move to I15 and shoot you once more.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] to hit\n (1d6+1)[ 2 ] Piercing Damage + (1d6)[ 2 ] Points of Skirmish Damage\n\nWow, the roller really hates me right now." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Alright, I will designate you as my Dodge enemy, +1 to AC, and then take out an arrow and shoot you.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "And I thought the roller was going badly for me... :D\n\nI'll run in a little circle from I15 to J15 to J14 to I14 to I15 then shoot you.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 23 ] to Hit\n (1d6+1)[ 4 ] Bow and PBS Damage + (1d6)[ 5 ] Skirmish Damage." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Yeah, That kills me. damn roller.😏" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Wait, really? Well, good match. I thought you had like, 5 more health..." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nWoooooaaaaah pony, back up now!\n\nIn post 12, Neftren took an illegal readied action. Your action was to shoot, not take a 5' step AND THEN shoot. You could ready for one or the other, but not take both in conjunction.\n\nWe need to go back to that round. Heleroen's readied action was never triggered as LoE was never established. Redo that round's actions Neftren.\n\nAlso, for both of you, please, please use stat blocks and please do NOT say \"same readied action\" as then we have to go back up and look up what that same readied action was." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n High Ref Bronz \n\nWoooooaaaaah pony, back up now!\n\nIn post 12, Neftren took an illegal readied action. Your action was to shoot, not take a 5' step AND THEN shoot. You could ready for one or the other, but not take both in conjunction.\n\nWe need to go back to that round. Heleroen's readied action was never triggered as LoE was never established. Redo that round's actions Neftren.\n\nAlso, for both of you, please, please use stat blocks and please do NOT say \"same readied action\" as then we have to go back up and look up what that same readied action was. \n \n\n\n You can take a 5-foot step as part of your readied action , but only if you don’t otherwise move any distance during the round. \n\nWhaddya mean by not having LoE? I'm on K14 and he clearly moves to L15. You're telling me that I don't have LoE?\n\nI took a Five Foot Step as part of the action on his round.\n\nIt also really doesn't matter what he does. He's still wielding a bow. That'd be an improvised weapon. The only way for him to kill me would be to get a Nat 20 then Crit on it on his AoO for walking away." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Alright I admit I maybe wrong on the rules about the 5' step as part of a readied action.\n\nCan you link that?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n\nIt's right here Bronz.\n\n Heleroen is declared the winner and gets the spoils of war. \n I hope Heleroen is Neftren's character " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " http://www.d20srd.org/srd/combat/spe...iveActions.htm \n\nAnd I don't see where I don't have LoE when I fired...\n\nand yes, Heleroen is my character :D" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Thanks Terran. And your 5' step was what was confusing Neftren. Your actual language on your readied action was \"if he comes within my LoE\". Since you 5' stepped I assumed he wasn't already, and thus the chaos.\n\nBut, I am wrong, and I admit it. Thanks Terran for cleaning up the mess." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Excellent. Now if Naked Dave wins, I can hopefully beat him this time instead of it ending up on a critically hitting AoO to finish it..." }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "actually, I surrendered....his char scared the **** out of me...so beat up Grez and lets have a round 2 !" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: Bluemoon vs. Buell \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " Init - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n\nStill need to buy Buell's scrolls and update her sheet's exp/gp." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Wow, good thing I checked out the matches. Rolling init but I still have stuff to buy and the like as well.\n\n init - (1d20-3)[ 7 ] \n\nEdit: And as it seems that you have a 7 better mod then me, you go first 😉" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Wow, the forums have been laggy today.\n\nBuell bought two scrolls, one of spider climb and one of invisibility (Replacing the invisibility scroll she used last match and adding a second spider climb).\n\nRound 1:\nBuell starts the match with a scroll in hand. She casts from it CL - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] CL check against DC 4.\n\nAssuming that check rolls, she uses her movement to walk to, then up the nearest Pillar, Y11, (which is 10' tall) then falls prone for extra protection.\n\nAssuming I don't roll very poorly, end of turn.\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: Y11, 10' up\nHP: 7\nAC: 22 (+4 Dex, +4 Prone against Ranged, +4 Cover from the ground)\nSpells: 6/6\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlueMoon - second in round 1\n\nYeah, I think the GitP server was just having a heart attack, as usual.\n\nI bought a blindsight potion as I am just totally and completely sick of invisibility at this point.\n\nStart: B13 with two Javelins\nFree: Shift and Rage\nMove: Move to O12\nSwift: Sudden Leap to T12 (success automatic, 25' with a +28 check)\nStandard: Throw Javelin\n\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] (+4dex +2bab)\n damage - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 17\nCurrent Buffs: Rage 1/8, Shifted 1/8\nCurrent Speed: 70\nCurrent Location: T12\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Not sure if you can or if you have increased your AC to 24, but that should be match 😉\n\nSorry about that." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n BlueMoon wins...blah blah... " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "You did the tactically smart thing and you rolled well. Good game." } ]
[ { "author": "....", "message": "A week has passed since the end of the siege of Ab'Esra. The land is burned and black, covered with corpses; some of which have been laying out for nearly two weeks.\n\nClerics and relatives pick through the remians, trying to find missing loved ones, to identify the hundereds, maybe thousands who died facing the great evil that attacked.\n\nThe whole area is dotted with camps of war. They range from small camps of a few tents, to several massive war-camps of elves, humans, orcs, and other, stranger things. Discipline is starting to break down as the soldiers begin to look at their comrades with old distrust. Continuing raids by surviving Beastlings does little to help keep the tenuous peace, as every group is certain they have done their part and shouldn't be called upon to defend the others.\n\nBehind the walls of Ab'Esra, the leaders of the diverse and conflicting factions argue about what to do, how to proceed, and other pointless things.\n\nYou are camped in the field with your own army, be it a mercenary band, fellow countrymen or members of the same species. As a dirty rain begins to fall from the gloaming sky, a man who once may have been a herald but is now dirty and tired, approaches, asking about you. Once he finds you he presents you a letter of request from Akeon Wilrith, one of the Seven Lords of Ab'Esra, for your immediate presence at the Spire of Ab'Esra. The herald waits to escort you.\n\nOOC: I know its sort of cheap to give everyone the same basic starting scenario, but I wanted to leave it rough so you can introduce your characters yourself." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe Baghr \n Gryfe OOC Crunch: \n Spoiler \nOkay, since we don't have an OOC thread up yet, I'll go ahead and take Maroon for my PC's thoughts, speech and dialogue.\n\nHere's what I expect from the other party members/players in the group:\n •Proper Grammar, Spelling and Punctuation\n • Use of the correct Post Formatting Rules (See Spoiler)\n • Appropriate Language. (No R or X rated Language. Seriously.)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Gorbash Kazdar \n Post Formatting \nThis last section is for general appearance of the posts to the thread. There are basically two standard formatting variants - as a GM, you should select one for your game for everyone to use. You can create your own particular variation, but be aware this can be a bit confusing for players. Players should follow this selection, even if their preference is for another style – having everyone use a different format can rapidly become confusing.\n\n Prose Format \n\nProse format is the one preferred on these boards, and 3rd person POV and past tense are preferred.\n\n Script Format \n\nScript format is called that because it looks a little like a TV show or play script, but doesn’t follow those conventions exactly. It’s generally in present tense, third person perspective.\n\n General \nPost formatting can be found in the Guide to Message Board Codes (NOTE: this thread is currently being updated to take into account the switch to vBulletin software). When picking a color, pick one different from the other players and stick to that specific color. If the GM reserves a color for her posts, don't use that one. You can use red for character speech, though it is preferred you do not - normally, red text is reserved for Mod posts, at least in theory.\n\nProper grammar and spelling (barring unusual speech patterns or accents as part of a character's defining traits) are a must, since confusion resulting from a run-on sentence could lead to mistakes, possibly even character death. Running a post through a spelling and grammar checker before posting is a good idea.\n\n Combat, Saves, Checks \nIt's always a good idea to include the relevant statistics for any sort of skill check you're making in the OOC section. For example, in combat listing AC, attack bonuses, weapon damage, and current HP is a good idea. If you cast a spell, list caster level, save DC, etc. When making a skill check, list the relevant bonuses (for example, “Survival +6, +8 aboveground, +8 when tracking goblins, +10 when tracking goblins aboveground”). The GM does have access to the character sheets, but its good form to give quick reference information when possible. \n \n \n\n \n\n Party OOC Crunch: \n Spoiler \n Submitted Characters: \nTo dyslexicfaser and WhiteKnight777 , please post your character sheet links to make it a lot easier on the rest of us to see what you have. To Zimmia, please finish and submit your sheet, hopefully before I go to bed. Now for a name to call that Druid of yours.\n \n\n\nGryfe merely nods at the messenger, grabs his glowing Elven Courtblade and walks off, apparently unhindered by the black Blindfold obscuring his eyes. Something strange appears about him, as if the shadows conform with him, and as you look closely, his sword seems to waver and flicker in the erratic light, and it's outline appears blurry and unfocused. His very movements seem lethal, yet he appears capable of restraining himself. Gryfe Baghr is not one to be reckoned with easily. Even a normal man can see to that." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nThe group with which Melanthum sat was one of the smallest scattered across the entire battlefield, and also one of the most... eccentric. Every one gathered around the multicolored campfire was come through the Sigilian portal in the city proper. some came for pay, some to fight the Beast for glory, and some just to fight, period. The group chattered along happily in half a dozen languages. At the moment, Melanthum was swapping tales with a pair of Tiefling twins, one male, the other female. They were almost exactly alike, save for a few curves here or there. Their eyes were the greatest difference. The male's were a searing, ruby red, while the girl's were the deep azure of a Celestial sky. Across the campfire a trio of the massive stone-skinned creatures called Maug sat, each one boasting the number of Beastlings it had slain with its mighty double-edged axe. A little distance away, a Githzerai warrior sat, its eyes closed and its body perfectly at rest, the karach blade in its lap pulsing slowly, like a liquid metal heartbeat.\n\nMelanthum was chuckling at one of the tiefling's tales involving a confused Prime visiting the infamous Brothel of Slaking Intellectual Lusts, when he heard the herald approaching from behind. He took the letter from the tired, dirty young man. He read it over briefly, then nodded to the herald and stood, bidding his erstwhile companions fond farewell as he rose, following the herald back towards the Spire, where the Lords awaited.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGoing for Gold \n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick is sitting with a decent sized group of humans, most of whom are coming from different bands. Nick's very presence seems to keep them together and away from each other's throats. After sharing a few inspiring stories of adventure by his group of companions and playing a few tunes on a very well kept trumpet, the young man is greeted by a dusty herald. Reading the summons, he bids his crowd farewell, reminding them of their obligations to each other and the world. I hope this letter means I won't be going in there by myself. The young man picks up his cloak, checks his weapons on his person, replaces his trumpet into his backpack, and follows the herald towards the spire.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If no one cares, I'll take blue for my color.\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nThe goblin warriors clustered around their fire drew back as the herald approached. \"I have a message from one of the Lords of Ab'Esra; I'm to escort your leader there.\"\n\nA goblin detached from the crowd and strode forward towards the herald. He moved with an un-goblin-like confidence, looking up at the much taller human fearlessly. You have message for Sonny?\" The goblin leader managed to be even dirtier than the herald, if that were possible; his already dark skin was stained yet darker with dirt and other substances, and his armor was scuffed and unpolished. Ony his eyes seemed bright and new, gleaming gold.\n\n \"Take Sonny to Human Lord,\" he commanded the bemused herald. He went on, Goblin aid not come cheap!\" ignoring the fact that no one had asked for their aid, and that the goblins had shown up unannounced and, by and large, unwanted." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral is actually at the side of King Kromadier when he is called. The hobgoblin has a large, well made steel shield with a stylized vortex pattern on its surface resting on the ground, and has a simple but masterfully made Bastard Sword on his back. Out of place amongst these items is his delicately made Elven chainmail, which glitters brightly even in the rain. He is well muscled and tough, but moves with the grace and precision of a dancer. His face shows no emotion whatsoever. He seems totally out of place amongst his elven companions, and yet he also seems to fit in. His every action radiates control and discipline. He is exactly the kind of person that you could see claiming to have killed a man with his thumb...and actually getting you to believe it. When the Herald has come for him, he says: \"No, I cannot go. My duty is here.\" One of his companions, apparently of higher rank, draws him back for a few seconds. They have a quick, heated discussion, before Korral turns back, his face still giving no clues to his thoughts, and wordlessly nods and follows the Herald." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng is sitting on the ground, crafting another of his dolls when the messanger arrives.\n \"What you want?\" he asks. The messanger explains and asks Feng to follow him. \"You wait 'til doll done. Then Feng come, human\" \nHe spends another few minutes finishing the doll, then places it on his belt. He hefts his gigantic greatsword and pushes the messanger forward \"We go. Not have all day.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nOn the very far edge of the battlefield, Mimosa sat with two other druids and a ranger and the four animals. Their fire was very small and they were wrapped in blankets sharing amusing stories. As the herald approaches the group erupts into fits of what can only be called the giggles and Mimosa is flushing a rosy red. Wiping her eyes of the tears of mirth she is somewhat taken aback when the herald hands her the letter. She skims then reads it and then wobbles her head back and forth. \" The world sure moves in mysterious ways ,\" she said with a smile as she gathered her things and bids her companions goodbye. Pulling her cloak around her for warmth she climbs on her animal companion and she and the great leopard follow the herald. ' This might be interesting ,' she thought." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((Guess I'll go with green ))\n\nConnor is sitting by his lonesome by a cooking fire on top of a newly slain beastling. His pipe is between his teeth as he surveys the chaotic scene before him, lost in his thoughts.\n\n \"Heironneous, be with us in this dire hour. Be with those just souls that have fallen today. Give me the strength to vanquish the evils that have befallen this realm. Help me to restore order.\" \n\n\"What is it you want, herald?\" he asks without even turning around. The herald gives him the message. Connor nods and stands, fanning his wings out as wide as they will go. He douses the fire and puts his cooking utensils and left over food in his bag. His wings fold around him like a cloak, and if one weren't paying attention, one may mistake it for a cloak. He silently turns around and nods at the herald to lead the way. He follows, still smoking his pipe." }, { "author": "....", "message": "The Spire of Ab'Esra is aptly named. It soars nearly three hundered feet into the air, a narrowing spike of black stone built years before the metropolis sprung up around it.\n\nYou are led through the streets of Ab'Esra, choked with refugees from all over the Known World. Women, children, and old men for the most part. The few young men you see are all horribly disfigured or maimed by combat with the Horror and it's Beastlings.\n\nThe hearld takes you past the guards of the Spire and into a large waiting room. Here you are left with seven other people. Before you have a chance to do more than glance at your fellow waiters, however, an ornate door opposite the one you entered through opens up.\n\nAn elf, quite tall for his race, strides into the room. He is armed with two exquisite longswords strapped to his back, all but the least magically inclined clearly feeling their power. His face is creased by a long and wicked scar running down from his hairline and across one eye to his chin and further down his throat. The eye on that side is gone, an empty socket stares blankly at you. You all recognize him as Akeon Wilrith, one of the Seven Lords, and the only one to have once been an adventurer.\n\nHe looks you all over apprasingly, nodding, then says, \"Good. You've all come as desired. Sorry about the suddeness of the request, but time is short. I'll be brief.\n\n\"We didn't defeat the Beast. We simply trapped it. I realize there are all sorts of rumours about what happened two days ago, I've heard everything from divine lightning to tarrasque summoning. Let me be plain, with the aid of Emperor Kromadier and the finest mages in the Known World, we trapped the Beast is what is essentially a pocket dimention. Think of a bag of holding, only much, much larger.\n\nAkeon motions for you to follow, and walks through the ornate doors, speaking as he walks, \"This solution is... temporary at best. Already our allies from Sigil claim they can feel the very fabric of the Material plane bending and rippling as whatever that damn thing is tries to tear its way free.\"\n\nHe leads you down a long, upward spiraling walkway. It ends in a set of doors twenty feet high and carved of what looks like white granite. Two Imperial Guards flank it. Akeon nods to them and they push the doors open.\n\n\"The spellslingers suspect the only thing keeping the Beast in its prison for now is my old friend, and the Emperor of Whist, Kromadier.\"\n\nHe motions ahead of him. Sitting in the throne of this huge chamber is a smaller elf. He wears a robe clearly designed for battle. His long brown hair is shot with silver streaks that glow faintly. His eyes are open, but rather than showing an iris and pupil, they show only small suns of bright white light. His face is fixed. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his chest, he'd look like a statue.\n\nAkeon pauses a moment, looking at the figure on the throne, then sighs and turns to face you all.\n\n\"He's been like this since the spell. We brought him here and told the other Lords that he was meditating on how to restore his Empire to the south. I don't know how long he can keep up his battle of wills, nor how long our ruse will hold. Even if he can keep the Beast at bay, its only a matter of time before one of the wizards blabs about it to someone, and with things as they are the word will spread like wildfire... and then who knows what could happen.\"\n\nAkeon takes a final glance at the Emperor, and then leads you back outside the throne room.\n\n\"I show you this because I need you all to know how serious this situation is. All of you have proven yourselves in battle against the Beast. Your commanders and comrades all recomended you as the greatest fighters they could find. What I ask of you know is simple. We need you all to find a way to kill, or at least imprison this Beast. And find out who or what was responsible for its entrance into this plane.\"" }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum nodded slowly, looking at the Emperor as he lay struggling to keep whatever that... thing was trapped. Dressed all in dark colors, Melanthum took off his wide-brimmed leather hat as he entered the Emperor's presence.\n\n Indeed... I've felt the bloody thing tearing at the walls e'er since the Emperor here and his mages Mazed it. Whatever that thing was, it's not like anything I've heard tell of before. Lot of strange things accross the planes, though, so that's not particularly surprising. Damn thing was a right Athar at the Spire, though, and unless you can get the Lady to give you some pointers, I doubt it will hold for too much longer. That bit, though, you seem to already know. \n\nHis tone when he speaks of the Lady is respectful, almost reverent, a rare thing indeed for Melanthum, and his voice indicates that the idea of the Lady helping is intended in the same way that one might say a talking magical pig would suddenly appear and banish the Beast with its awesome porcine powers. Actually, Melanthum's tone seems to indicate that that might be a good deal more likely. After a moment, he continued.\n\n So, do you have the chant on where we might start looking? I don't fancy jumping out the window into the Beast's prison to try to stop it or Styx it without knowing what we're going up against. If you've got no better leads than we, I'd suggest a jaunt into the Cage, see if we can't track down a Graybeard who can tell us a little more about the thing. And we might be able to pick up the dark on who unchained the damn thing on us in the first place... My first guess'd be Fiends, but you never know, and pointing the finger at the fellows from Below is always a bit obvious in these sorts of situations - though it's obvious because it's so often true. " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng grunts, \"He keep thing there? You want us kill thing? Is good. I go. Thing killed mother.\" \nHe drops into a low rumble, so that no one can make out what he's saying, though it sounds painful, at best.\n\nA moment later he says \"Hurry. Is best go now. He not look good.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral walks from the side of the throne to stand with the rest of the group, the cat-like grace in his steps apparent to even the least gifted in such things, his fist clenched at his side when he looks at Kromadier. He leans against a wall, although his controlled posture relaxes only slightly. He addresses his single, direct question to Akeon: \"Do you have any knowledge of where we should begin?\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick listens patiently to all the explanations, then speaks up. \"I feel it a little as well. I hope he can last long enough for us to finish this creature off.\" He scratches as his slight beard, then, looking to his new group, he asks \"Does anyone know any form of magic that can ask the Gods about it? I've heard of powerful mages and clerics divining information that mortals would never understand.\" Nick's gaze wanders to each of the people in the room, but it always seems to end on the elf on the throne." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nMimosa has a hard time ripping her gaze from the elf. She could see in her head what his struggle must be, feeling just a glimpse of that struggle within her as well. \" Lets get whatever information we quickly can then begin. Dealing with the Beast can happen none too soon .\"" }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum shrugs at Nick's suggestion.\n\n I could cast such a spell, if provided with a scroll... I'd guess these fine gentlemen have already seen fit to do so, though. Still, as I said, I'm always one for a grand ride, but I'm in no hurry to throw myself down the beast's gullet and accomplish nothing, either. " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng listens closely, though he misses most of the words. He still says his mind, though \"Gods know much. Ask them. Cannot hurt, if done quickly.\" \n\nHe moves his massive bulk closer to the king, shocking everyone when he reaches out and touches him. \"Lay him down. He not get better soon, and he still not look good\" " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Quxelopqr \n Nick \n\nNick listens patiently to all the explanations, then speaks up. \"I feel it a little as well. I hope he can last long enough for us to finish this creature off.\" He scratches as his slight beard, then, looking to his new group, he asks \"Does anyone know any form of magic that can ask the Gods about it? I've heard of powerful mages and clerics divining information that mortals would never understand.\" Nick's gaze wanders to each of the people in the room, but it always seems to end on the elf on the throne. \n \n\n Gryfe \n\nGryfe turns towards Nick and adresses him \" Divination would be a possibility. Consulting a Cleric to contact the gods would possibly work, although we have no idea which god here would be the best. \"\n\nHe turns towards the throne and the Emperor.\n\" Does he have any information that he left us before... he went comatose? Perhaps we should try and find out what plane this beast is from first. Then we can go about contacting the appropriate god. \"\n\nGryfe slowly approaches the throne. He examines the Emperor closely, as if there were all the time in the world. \" He is not well. He is stalling the creature, but it is winning, ever so slowly... at least that is what I can see from this mortal perspective. I may be of smoke and shadow, but even the thin line he treads here may destroy him. \"" }, { "author": "....", "message": "Feng cannot get closer than ten feet to the Emperor. His hand hits an invisible barrier.\n\n\"Sorry Feng,\" Akeon says, \"we had the mages put up a few Walls of Force. We don't know what will happen if someone kills or harms, or hell, even distracts Kromadier right now, so we're keeping everyone well away.\"\n\nTurning to the others, Akeon says, \"We have asked the gods, but so far we haven't gotten any decent answers. The clerics think it might have something to do with this strange weather, that its weakening their connection... A few of us have another idea... that the gods don't know quite what this Beast is, and are just afraid to admit it.\"\n\nAkeon shakes his head, \"But we have a lead... of sorts. Someone contacted us and asked for representitives to meet them in Sigil. They wouldn't say where, for fear of retaliation. They said that they'd make themselves known to our representitives.\n\n\"Now, normally I'd go with a division of my rangers, and the whole of the Imperial Army, maybe a couple hundered wizards just to be sure... but the spellslingers are worried about the stability of our portal to Sigil. They closed it soon after the last of our mercenaries came through, and its been closed all throughout the siege.\n\n\"What we want from you eight, is to go to Sigil, and make contact with this person. Find out what they know. If it is some way to finish the Beast, get that information back to us. Once we know what to do, we can work from there.\"\n\nAkeon motions again, and starts to lead you all back to the lobby of the Spire.\n\n\"This is not a mission to be taken lightly, but neither was facing the Beastlings in battle. If any of you do not wish to do this, I understand and won't think less of you; but if you refuse I do ask you not tell anyone of Kromadier's condition, as it could lead to outright combat rather than simple nudges. You have one hour to decide, and prepare. After that we'll be opening the portal to Sigil and sending whoever returns through. Once you're ready, meet me back here in the castle, ask for Lord Wilrith and you'll be shown to me.\"\n\nAkeon finishes just as you all reach the main gate of the Spire. The guards here, humans, open the gate and nod reverently. Akeon smiles and says, \"I hope to see you all back here soon.\"" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe bows low, arises and nods to the guards. \" I am a scout and a rogue. I've learned to live on the fly, and am always ready. My meager belongings are already on me. Relics of an old friendship. Count me in. I feel it is my responsibility to track down and slay this beast. My brethren on the Plane of Shadow would approve. Count me in. \"\n\nWith that, he walks towards Lord Akeon and awaits the others." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral moves slowly to Akeon's side, and slides cross legged to the ground, apparently unmindful of the dirt and rain. He reverently draws his blade and lays it across his lap, and all but the least observant can tell that there is great power and history contained within the blade. \"You all have your decisions to make,\" he says softly. \"But I have no need to prepare. My decision is made already.\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"No questions here either. That thing hurt my friends and threatens the world. That's enough for me. I'm in.\" \n\nNick rises from his seat and joins the others." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum couldn't help but laugh a little at Feng's speech. Once again, he speaks the name of the Lady with profound respect.\n\n You realize that marching an army into Sigil would likely be the last thing you ever do, aye? The Lady of Pain doesn't take kindly to that sort of thing. If She let you in at all, you'd probably all find yourselves soon flayed or Mazed, neither of which would be pretty. In any case, I don't need any time to deliberate either. I've got nothin' better to do at the moment, and a little jaunt like this sounds like just the thing. Besides, someone has to show these berks around the Cage so they don't look like a bunch of sodding ringwalkers. \n\nHe grins playfully at the last bit, throwing a wink to the others and gesturing at them." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nThe dirty goblin remained silent, thinking it through. He was honestly tempted to forget the whole thing and go back to his mountains, but... But. The Terror was a danger to goblins just as much as anything else. It needed to be stopped.\n\nSonny sniffed and drew his ragged cloak around him like a kingly mantle. He offered generously, \"Sonny go too. Goblin magic strong; help lots.\" \n\nHe frowned and added to the elf Lord, \"And if Sonny's tribe not well when Sonny get back, Sonny kill you and do horrible things to your corpse.\" He was as threatening as a humanoid who didn't reach past the elf's belt could possibly be." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\n\" Well lessee.. .\" Mimosa says with a half smile, not so much trying to lighten the mood as a simple expression of her personality. \" Track down a hideous Beast, save the Emperor who is fighting the holding action and restore the balance that it has tried to destroy? What are we waiting for? Let's go! \"" }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor has kept quiet, observing each person in turn, seemingly judging each person on the spot. He seems to be measuring each person against a nameless ideal he holds in his head. His golden eyes seem quite piercing as he briefly fixes his gaze on each person's face.\n\n \"It is not right that all of our actions and attempts should come to naught should this Horror once again break free,\" he says in a firm, yet soft voice. His voice seems too quiet to carry, but it reaches everyone's ears well enough, and the tone he uses carries the conviction and confidence of someone who believes what they are saying to be absolutely true and the best course of action.\n\n \"It is a sin against the Gods and the natural order of things. Everything I own is on my person. I am ready to go when everyone else is. I will fight this Horror to its death or my own, for I will not suffer it to live.\" " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((OOC: I will be gone tonight and most of tomorrow and there won't be Internet access (going to meet the girlfriends family in Jersey gulp). So, feel free to NPC me as you see fit. Connor tends to be the quiet type anyway, hehe. Today I work until four so I'll leave a final post when I get back. I would have left one now, but there hasn't been an update yet shrug*))" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng cracks his neck and says \"Feng has stuff. Sword, doll, need nothing else. We go soon?\" , though he keeps pressing at the wall of force, seemingly amazed by it." }, { "author": "....", "message": "Akeon cracks a lopsided grin.\n\n\"I see we picked the right people for the job. Very well then, we can take you right away.\" He sighs, \"I wish I could go with you fellows. I've almost forgotten what its like to be on the road, on a quest.\" His one good eye fills with longing, \"but those days are over for me, someone has to stay here and keep the other Lords in line. Anyway, c'mon, no need to listen to an old elf jabber.\"\n\nHe takes you back into the Spire, down a different path. Deep into the dungeons of the great castle and lower still, till at last you reach a large circular room carved of black stone. Against one wall is what appears to be a large mirror of obsidian. Akeon looks at his own reflection in it.\n\n\"You know, when me and Kromadier and our other companions first came to this place, this portal was a gate to a demiplane that housed a right nasty godling. Now we use it to get trinkets from a city ruled by a giant floating head. How strange time is.\" He shakes his head and turns to face you all.\n\n\"Well, now we-\"\n\nAkeon is inturupted by a high, nasal voice comming from behind you all. The voice comes from a haughty looking man in red and black robes. He's the first person you've seen in the city that isn't dirty or at least worn out looking.\n\n\"Lord Wilrith! What are you doing here with this rabble? You know that this chamber is off limits!\"\n\nAkeon rubs his face, \"These are the adventurers we're sending to Sigil, Skather.\"\n\nSkather walks past you all and narrows his eyes, \"This is the best we could get? And I thought they wouldn't be here for another hour!\"\n\nThe ranger shrugs, \"They seem game to go. And there's no reason not to, Kromadier may not have an hour left.\"\n\nSkather sighs huffily, his already high voice rasing another octave, \"Oh very well. But you should have informed me. I suppose I'll open the gate.\" He takes a large white stone from a pouch at his belt, it is carved with ancient draconic runes of opening and unlocking. (Knowledge: Arcane for more info) He starts to raise it up, then pauses and chuckles.\n\n\"I almost forgot,\" he says, and puts the stone away. From another pouch he takes a silver ring set with a small green stone. \"This is a special ring I helped to create.\" He says, showing it to you all, \"It allows the wearer to send a message of fifty words or less once per day to the bearer of this rings twin. It works across planes and all known magical barriers. Took quite a long time to create.\"\n\nHe stares at the ring longingly, apparently loath to pass it up, \"And now I place all of that work into your... brutish hands,\" he eyes Sonny, Feng, and Korral especially.\n\n\"You can use the ring to give us reports on your quest,\" Akeon says, then, to Skather, \"Now hurry it up, mage, give them the thing and open the portal. We haven't got all day.\"\n\nSkather holds out the ring, waiting for someone to take it." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum holds out his hand, taking the ring, even as his eyes trace across the rune inscribed stone. He gives both of them another smile, nodding.\n\n Aye, this should come in handy. So you say that our contact will be meetin' us once we step into Sigil, right? " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral betrays no emotion at being called brutish. \"And if not, where will me meet him?\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Akeon shrugs, \"He says Sigil. Other than that, we have no idea. His letter seemed afraid, as if someone was after him.\"\n\nHe looks at Skather, \"Are we ready?\"\n\nThe mage nods and takes the stone out again. He turns and holds it up to the portal, muttering words in a strange language under his breath.\n\nWith the flash the 'glass' of the portal ripples and then seems to cave inward, revealing a street of orangish stone bathed in bright light. The chamber is filled with strange sounds and smells as the portal opens wider, and voices speaking languages from all across the planes can be heard.\n\n\"Good luck!\" Akeon says, Skather continues his chant, \"Hurry through the portal. We'll have to shut it behind you out of concern for Kromadier and the Beast. Remember to send us reports and please be as quick as you can! May the gods smile on you friends, may they smile on all of us!\"\n\nWith this he steps away, and the portal grows wider, air whipping through the chamber and towards the portal. He motions for you to go on." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral looks at the others and hops through, looking around him." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum steps through the portal, showing absolutely no hesitation. After all, this is just another day for him. He smiles to himself at the thought of walking the streets of Sigil again, as he feels the portal pick him up and sweep him away." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nWith her leopard beside her, Mimosa and Laille jump through the portal. \" Don't worry we won't.... \" she says as her words trail off." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor happily steps through the portal. It has been too long since he has been to Sigil.\n\n I wonder if any of the old hats are still around. I could use a good grappling match. And some time to meditate and soothe my soul. Just being in the presence of the Beastlings leaves me with a feeling of contamination. \n\nIt is with his thoughts on spiritual purity that he comes out the other side of the portal, grimacing at the thought of the evil of the Beastlings and the Horror." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng grins as he approaches the portal. \"We be back soon. We bring head. Maybe Feng will hang on wall\" He laughs much too hard and steps through, wiping tears from his eyes." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nWordlessly, Gryfe strides into the portal, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the portal. He then vanishes, and the surface of the portal calms once again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI figured that since he is from a different plane, he would cause some sort of interference, although it may be negligible.\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny gave the mage a parting grin that was full of needle-sharp teeth. He'd caught that 'brutish' crack, and he had a long memory over slights, both real and imagined...\n\nHe hopped through.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHey why not:\nKnowledge (Arcana): (1d20+7)[ 16 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": "OOC: Knowledge Arcana\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+26)[ 40 ] \n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Both Sonny and Melanthum recognize the stone as a portal key from Sigil, an item used to open specific portals in the city to other planes.\n\nMelanthum can read the runes and sees that they have been altered from their original form at least twice. The original key was not attuned to Sigil at all, but rather some sort of demiplane, most closely resembling the plane of Shadow. It was altered to reach Sigil, and then altered again, to another part of Sigil.\n \n\n\nooc: If Nick dosn't go through in a few hours, I'll just assume he hops on in and continue." }, { "author": "....", "message": "Across the portal is a street made of cobblestones. The sky here is vast and blue, very different from the black sky over Ab'Esra. Sounds and smells assault you. The portal opens up from the side of a building, flanked on either sides by tall pillars carved with runes similar to the ones on the stone Skather had.\n\nThe denizens of Sigil don't spare more than a glance as the portal opens up. You see everything from humans to dwarves to a robed and hooded figure that looks suspiciously like an illithid. Once Nick comes through the portal, there is a sucking noise and the hole closes, showing only a blank stone wall." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum smiles as he feels the cobbles beneath his feet. He sighs happily, looking around and taking a deep breath of the air.\n\n Ah... Sigil. The Cage. City of Doors. The Center of the Planes. Now, my bonnie lads and lasses, a few words of advice. First: Be suspicious. Just about everyone'll try to skin ya as soon as look at ya. Keep a tight hand on your purses. Don't pick fights, you never know who... or more dangerous, what, a body might be. There are some strange folk in Sigil. Once met a pair of ladies from some far-off Prime world who could change reality by will alone. Fine girls, but not the sort you'd want to anger. And please, try not to embarrass me too much \n\nHe grins and winks, before starting to walk forward, looking around for anyone who might be their contact." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral looks ill at ease in Sigil, his whole body clearly tightly focused. He looks around constantly, and checks his pockets every few seconds. He also clearly dislikes how comfortable Melanthum is." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nThe halfling woman climbs up onto Laille and looks around her. \" I've always heard stories about Sigil but I've not actually been here. It's very...busy ,\" she says in a slightly uncomfortable tone but warming as her nose catches the whiff of freshly made bread. ' Of course there may be some advantages, ' she thought." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng smiles widely at Malanthum's speech. \"Feng have few pockets, and Feng is dangerous.\" \n\nFeng leans back against the wall and begins playing with a doll from his pack." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny snorted. \"Sonny has no money to steal,\" he pointed out. He was normally disdainful of so-called 'civilization', but this Sigil sounded like his sort of place. The Sigil native make it sound like it was a dangerous place, lawless and untamed.\n\nHe was sure he would feel right at home." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\n\" Do not lecture me on the intricacies of the city of Sigil. I am well aware of the city, having had to hunt down a person throughout the depths of the city. Proper words of wisdom should be to watch your back at all times. Or at least, watch eachother's backs. \"\n\nGryfe leans back into the shadow created by the pillars, and proceeds to wait." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick looks around, his eyes as amazed as they always are when he visits Sigil (this being his third time, though he never stayed long). \"Oh, I'll be careful, let's just not be too careful about who we meet or we might not find our man. Or woman, or thing, it could be anything here.\" \n\nNick looks around, eying the inhabitants of the city, keeping an eye out for anyone who seems interested in the group. He seems at ease here, but he always seems at ease when there are people around." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral fingers his sword hilt in a non-aggressive manner. He continues to check his pockets frequently, and looks around, trying and failing to keep tabs on everything at once. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath. Anyone paying attention hears it's something to do with \"city-dwellers\" and \"useless waste\". \"Yes, let us find our being quickly,\" he says stoically. \"The sooner we find him, the sooner we can leave.\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "The gentle roar of everyday business in Sigil is broken by a shout of mixed horror and suprise from down the street to your left. The crowds here part and what seems to be a dwarf made of bronze with a blazing fire as a beard comes staggering towards the party.\n\nHe sees you and says something strangled and desperate, reaching out his hand toward you.\n\n(If you speak Ignan:)\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"You...are you the ones... from... Ab'Esra... you must...\"\n \n\n\nBefore he can finish, the dwarf-thing collapses with a clang in the middle of the street, his fire dimming considerably.\n\nThere is a strange tearing noise from the air around the gate. All of you feel a hot blast of air and are momentarily blinded by a flash of red light. Once the light clear you see several more new arrivals.\n\nSix monstrous humanoid monsters stand before you, their greenish-black hides covered in long, vicious looking spikes. Blazing green eyes flare over massive jaws filled with needle-like teeth.\n\nBehind these monsters stands what looks to be a giant insect standing on its hind legs. Its mantis-like head towers overr twelve feet above the cobblestones. It holds a long spear tipped with a serrated head.\n\nThe giant insect points at the group, screaming in a high, chittering voice:\n\n(if you speak Infernal)\n \n Spoiler \n There! The mortals! Kill them all!\n \n\n\nAt this command, the smaller monsters move forward to attack.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n The barbed demons are twenty feet away, the ice demon 25. The street is thirty-five feet wide total.\n\nBarbed Devil Initiative= 12\nIce Devil Initiative= 7\n\nRoll initiative please 🙂\n " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n AC 28 (w/barkskin) Touch 18 Flatfooted 23\n HP 112/112, Init +11\n Saves 12/12/19\n Spells active : Barkskin (a lot of rounds)\n====================\n\n\n\" Well that was quick ,\" Mimosa says gleefully as her brow furrows in concentration and her lips begin to move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] (EDIT my initiative is +11, so my roll is a 20)\nCast Barkskin on myself and Laille on my turn, then slide off her back\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n Statblock: \n Spoiler \n Hitpoints: 119\n Armor Class: 46, Touch AC: 31, Flat Footed AC: 36\n Fortitude Save: 5, Reflex Save: 12, Will Save: 5\n\n Current Initiative: 30\n Other Effects: Skirmish Enhanced AC (+5 to the Above until End of Turn)\n \n Actions: \n Spoiler \nOh Goody! A Fight! Do I have any sort of concealment bonus from being hidden in the shadows?\n\n Initiative Roll: (1d20+16)[ 30 ] \n\n\nI will then use Bounding Assault and run in a huge circle around them. So basically, I move at least 20 feet to reach my target, then I attack twice and retreat another 50 feet away. Got it?\n\n Attack Roll 1: (1d20+30)[ 46 ] - Rolled vs. Flat Footed AC due to Blurstrike Enchant\n Damage Roll: (1d10+8)[ 15 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 4 ] Flaming\n Sneak Attack: (3d6)[ 17 ] \n Attack Roll 2: (1d20+25)[ 36 ] - Rolled vs. Normal AC\n Damage Roll: (1d10+8)[ 16 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 5 ] Flaming\n\nTotal Damage is 96 including the Skirmish damage below.\n \n\nWith a start, Gryfe leaps forward, drawing his sword in the process. With an unbelievable speed, he dashes towards the insectoid and slashes once...twice.. and then retreats even further away, out of their reach." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nForgot to roll Skirmish Damage for both attacks. Here it is:\n\n Damage 1: (7d6)[ 24 ] \n Damage 2: (7d6)[ 24 ] \n\nI also gain a +5 bonus to AC for the end of my turn.\n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng al'Thok\nHP : 172 (Raged & Frenzied)\nAC : 27, FF 27, Touch 11\nSaves: Fort 15 Ref 10 Will 15 (increased because of rage)\n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[roll]1d20+2[/roll]\n\nFeng rages and frenzies (free actions), roars(another free action), then runs toward where he threatens the most enemies, drawing his greatsword as he goes. He then strikes the closest, his massive blade glinting dully in the light.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack [roll]1d20+26[/roll] : damage [roll]4d6+21[/roll] : damage to self from vicious [roll]1d6-2[/roll] (already reduced by damage reduction)\n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Ok, let's try this again....\n\ninit : (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \natt : (1d20+26)[ 41 ] \ndam: (4d6+21)[ 34 ] \ndam me : (1d6-2)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYou can't edit in rolls, and you can't preview posts in rolls. :D\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum looks as the Azer - at least, that's what he presumes it is - falls dead in the street after delivering it's cryptic message. He then turns as the blast of heat and ripping noise, identifying the creatures quickly. Bloody Baatorians. He smirks for a moment, his hands making a series of complicated gestures as he arranges himself to avoid hitting allies, then unleashes a blast of multicolored light\n\n \n Spoiler \n initiative - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \nPrismatic Spray... Don't know if you want me to roll for each one or if you'd rather do it, but here's mine.\n\nBarbed Devil 1 1 - (1d8)[ 7 ] \nBarbed Devil 2 1 - (1d8)[ 6 ] \nBarbed Devil 3 1 - (1d8)[ 6 ] \nBarbed Devil 4 1 - (1d8)[ 2 ] \nBarbed Devil 5 1 - (1d8)[ 6 ] \nBarbed Devil 6 1 - (1d8)[ 7 ] \nIce Devil 1 - (1d8)[ 4 ] \n\nSave DC is 25\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral Smiles grimly. He didn't care for the intricacies of Sigil, but the meaning of these beings was clear. A fight he could understand. He was once more in his element. Drawing his blade, he bounds into a fighting stance and dashes forward, swinging his blade into his enemy.\n\n \n Spoiler \nActivate Absolute Steel Stance. Attack with the Kamate:\n\nInitiative: (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n\nAttack: (1d20+20)[ 33 ] \n\nDamage: (1d10+8)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny cursed fluently in Goblin as he skittered to the right, hugging the side of the alleyway.\n\nHe cared nothing for the metal dwarf, but he found himself caught unprepared, unarmored by his usual divine magics. He simply had not expected battle so quickly, and so had been caught with his metaphorical pants down.\n\nHe glared at the demonic entities who had infested the street. They would pay for his inwardly-directed anger. Sonny firmly believed in making others pay for his mistakes if he could possibly help it.\n\nOne of his stored spell was re-written in his memory, converted to a wall of pure negative energy and hurled bodily at the horde of devils, screaming with fell energies.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 11 ](13) \nEarthquake spontaneously turned into Inflict Mass Critical Wounds, with a Divine Metamagicked Fell Animate on top of it for 4d8+17 to each enemy: pretty much running out of the gate at full steam, here 🙂\nBarbed Devil1: (4d8+17)[ 3 ][ 8 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](34) \nBarbed Devil2: (4d8+17)[ 2 ][ 7 ][ 1 ][ 8 ](35) \nBarbed Devil3: (4d8+17)[ 2 ][ 8 ][ 6 ][ 1 ](34) \nBarbed Devil4: (4d8+17)[ 2 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 6 ](31) \nBarbed Devil5: (4d8+17)[ 6 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](32) \nBarbed Devil6: (4d8+17)[ 4 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 8 ](35) \nIce Devil: (4d8+17)[ 5 ][ 8 ][ 3 ][ 7 ](40) \n \n\n\nSonny's stats, if ya need it:\n \n Spoiler \nSonny Nine Lives\nHP : 125/125\nAC : 26, FF 25, Touch 13\nSaves: Fort 14 Ref 9 Will 20\n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nHP: 92 AC: 26 (flat footed 21, touch 17)\n\nInitiative: (d20+9)[ 13 ] \n\nDespite having no idea what either of the uninvited guests were saying, Nick has a good feeling what their intentions are. He moves about 10 feet farther away from the enemies, then, deciding to see what his new friends are capable of (and noticing that they are all preparing for battle) Nick produces his trumpet from his backpack and begins to play an inspiring fanfare, a cheer of battle composed himself to a Pelorian church hymn, that he likes to play to open battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n preform: trumpet (d20+24)[ 35 ] \nInspire Courage +3, grants everyone a +3 bonus to will saves against charms and fear and grants them a +3 morale bonus to attack and damage rolls.\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "(I know Connor hasn't gone yet, but before I go to bed I'll get my turn out of the way)\n\nRound 1 Summary:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gryfe - charges around the barbed devils and around the back of the ice devil. With blinding speed he slashes twice at the armored hide of the ice devil, slicing through its skin. The bursts of flame from his sword seem to have no effect, however.\n\n Feng - flies inot a berserker frenzy and runs forward, screaming wildly. He reaches the nearest barbed devil and smashes his greatsword into it. The devil is wounded, but thrusts itself into the attack, its long spines biting into Feng's flesh. Feng takes 14 points of piercing damage from the barbs.\n\n Melanthum - uses his arcane might to attack the devils. The rays of light from his prismatic spray arc out and hit the devils... however, many of them are halted by some invisible force surrounding the bodies of the monsters and never made contact. At least one has the instantly observable effect, however, of causing one of the barbed devil to scream and babble in Infernal.\n\n Mimosa - casts a defensive spell on herself and her mount, turning their skins as hard as bark. Once the spell is done, she dismounts and prepares to battle.\n\n Korral - assumes a fighting stance and draws his weapon. With fluid grace he strikes at the devil next to the one Feng is fighting. His elegant slash leaves a large wound, but not as grevious one as would be expected from such a blow. This devil also leaps into the attack. Korral takes 11 points of piercing damage from the barbs.\n\n Nick - skirts a few feet farther back from the devils, then pulls out his trumpet and blows forth a stirring string of notes.\n\n Sonny - calls upon the evil powers of his god and blasts the devil with dark power. The blast of negative energy hits the barbed devils hard, wounds opening on all but one of them, who's aura of magical resistance blocks the power. The ice devil is unfazed by the attack, its aura protecting it as well.\n\n Barbed Devil 1 - attacks Feng with its claws. Both claws hit and Feng takes 23 points of damage. He also feels slighty afraid of the devil before him, but is bolstered by Nick's song and fights through it. he devil tries to grab Feng, but is no match for the berserker's strength.\n\n Barbed Devil 2 - attacks Korral with its claws. It hits with one of them and Korral takes 12 points of damage. The wound fills Korral with a supernatural dread of this devil. The devil does not attempt to grapple Korral, instead laughing as the now-panicked hobgoblin attempts to flee.\n\n Barbed Devil 3 - stares at its claws and cackles madly, having been driven insane by Melanthum's spell.\n\n Barbed Devil 4 - charges at Sonny , giving Feng a chance to strike (make the AoO on your next post). Assuming it survives the attack, it claws at Sonny and connects, dealing 14 points of damage. Sonny is far to strong-willed to be afraid of this little monster. It tries to grab the goblin, but can't due to Sonny's small size.\n\n Barbed Devil 5 - moves around the other devils to get at the berserker. It attacks Feng with a claw and hits, dealing 14 points of damage. The devil cannot get a hold of, nor terrify, Feng .\n\n Barbed Devil 6 - double moves towards Gryfe, ending it's turn next to him but unable to attack.\n\n Ice Devil - Reaches over it's barbed devil soldiers and jabs at Feng with it's spear. It misses, the spear smashing the cobbles next to the berserker's feet.\n \n\n\nOOC: Whenever Connor takes his turn, just put him in the initiative order as approproate, unless he kills a devil their strategy won't change.\n\nOther than that, feel free to post Round 2 actions." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n Statblock \n \n Spoiler \n Mimosa \n AC 28 (w/barkskin) Touch 18 FF 23\n HP 112/112, Init +11\n Saves 12/12/19\n Active effects : Barkskin 9m52s, Inspire Competence +3\n\n Laille (Leopard)\n AC 28 Touch 27 FF 24\n HP 78/78 Init +6\n Saves : 14/10/9\n Active effects : Barkskin 9m52s, Inspire Competence +3\n \n\n\nMimosa concentrates a moment and suddenly between her and the devils and a very large bear appears in that space. The bear moves to charge the attackers. She then moves back, preparing her next moves.\n\nLaille creaps slowly around the back, preparing to take advantage of the attack in the front to charge from the flank.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSummon Natures Ally VI (Dire Bear) - 10 Rounds\n \n Spoiler \n AC 17 Touch 16 FF 11\nHP 105/105 Init +1\nSaves 12/9/9\n \n\n\nIf Laille is close enough to get an attack this round it'd be a partial one:\nBite attack (with +2 for flanking) (1d20+14)[ 16 ] \nBite damage (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((Apologies for the late post. Was gone longer than I thought I would be.))\n\nConnor glares at these arrivals, recognizing Infernal for what it is. His fists clench and he jumps into the fray, a snarl of hate on his face. He is determined to kill these evil demons as quickly as possible (the closest one to him at the present time).\n\n \"You'll find us no easy prey, you cursed demons!\" \n\n((Initiative + 5))((17+5=22))\n\n((HP=82))\n((AC=32, 25 Touch, 27 Flat-footed))\n((Ki Strike Magic & Lawful))\n\n((Attack= +11/+11/+11/+6))\n((Damage= 2d8+3))\n\n((Attack 1- 20+11=31))\n((Confirm Crit- 6 + 11 = 17))\n((Damage 1- 4+6+3= 13))\n((Attack 2- 14+11= 25))\n((Damage 2- 5+3+3= 11)\n((Attack 3- 17+11= 28))\n((Damage 3- 6+2+3= 11))\n((Attack 4- 6+6= 12))\n((Damage 4- 1+6+3= 10))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "It seems that Korral is going to be high-tailing it for the next...9 rounds or so...😡...so there isn't much I can do..." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe is utterly unfazed by the monster next to him. If anything, he strikes back even harder, with a power attack! He runs twenty feet in a huge circle around the devil menacing him and proceeds to slash at it in a blinding blur of blade and body.\n\n Statblock: \n Spoiler \n Hitpoints: 119\n Armor Class: 46, Touch AC: 31, Flat Footed AC: 36\n Fortitude Save: 5, Reflex Save: 12, Will Save: 5\n\nCurrent Initiative: 30\nOther Effects: Skirmish Enhanced AC (+5 to the Above until End of Turn)\n \n\n Actions: \n Spoiler \nGryfe will run twenty feet around the devil next to him, then attack with Bounding Assault before retreating another 50 feet away, out of range, but this time back towards the party to help them out.\n\n Attack Roll 1: (1d20+30)[ 44 ] \n Damage Roll 1: (1d10+8)[ 9 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 4 ] Flaming\n Sneak Attack Damage: (3d6)[ 9 ] \n Skirmish Damage: (7d6)[ 18 ] \n Attack Roll 1: (1d20+25)[ 45 ] \n Damage Roll 1: (1d10+8)[ 10 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 3 ] Flaming\n Skirmish Damage: (7d6)[ 29 ] \n\nPower Attacking for 10 Points.\n \n\n\nThe whirling Courtblade slashes and it looks like Gryfe is sacrificing his accuracy for power!" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nCrit Confirm on the Second Attack:\n\n (1d20+15)[ 22 ] \nIf it crits, then I'll get a total damage up in a sec.\n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nHP: 92 AC: 26\n\nNick continues to play his song, hoping that its effects are doing good to his companions. As he plays he watches the fight intently, making sure that no one is faring poorly." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Stat block\n \n Spoiler \nHP : 172 (Raged & Frenzied)\nAC : 27, FF 27, Touch 11\nSaves: Fort 15 Ref 10 Will 15 (increased because of rage)\ninitiative : 18\n \n\n\nFeng swings his greatsword at the devil stupid enough to rush by him\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack : (1d20+26)[ 46 ] \nDamage : (4d6+21)[ 35 ] \nDamage me : (1d6-2)[ -1 ] \n \n\n\nFeng makes a full attack against the same devil he attacked after running at them, dropping accuracy for more power\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack : Damage : Damage me\n (1d20+21)[ 24 ] : (4d6+31)[ 41 ] : (1d6-2)[ -1 ] \n (1d20+21)[ 34 ] : (4d6+31)[ 42 ] : (1d6-2)[ 0 ] \n (1d20+16)[ 35 ] : (4d6+31)[ 44 ] : (1d6-2)[ 2 ] \n (1d20+11)[ 16 ] : (4d6+31)[ 43 ] : (1d6-2)[ -1 ] \nIf a devil drops I make another attack for each (go Cleave!!!) so let me know soon\n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \n for my criticals (Attack of opportuninty and attack roll three) I roll\n (1d20+26)[ 37 ] \n (1d20+16)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n\nConnor continues with his same actions.\n\n((Attack 1- 15+11= 26))\n((Damage 1- 1+1+3= 5))\n((Attack 2- 11+11= 22))\n((Damage 2- 1+2+3= 6))\n((Attack 3- 7+11= 18))\n((Damage 3- 8+1+3= 12))\n((Attack 4- 3+6= 9))\n((Damage 4- 5+2+3= 10))" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n Connor \n\nConnor continues with his same actions.\n\n((Attack 1- 15+11= 26))\n((Damage 1- 1+1+3= 5))\n((Attack 2- 11+11= 22))\n((Damage 2- 1+2+3= 6))\n((Attack 3- 7+11= 18))\n((Damage 3- 8+1+3= 12))\n((Attack 4- 3+6= 9))\n((Damage 4- 5+2+3= 10)) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nWhere are you getting these rolls, or are you arbitrarily typing them in? Please roll on the board, or roll on Invisible Castle and post us a link. I can understand the DM doing it to railroad/godmod us along, but a player doing that is called cheating.\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny hops back and to the left, away from the devil who had attacked him, and hurls another mass of necromantic energy directly at it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGets the devil an AoO, and Sonny tries to hit it with an Inflict Serious Wounds: (3d8+17)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 4 ](24) \n\nSonny Nine Lives\nHP : 111/125\nAC : 26, FF 25, Touch 13\nSaves: Fort 14 Ref 9 Will 20\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum spits to one side as most of the creatures seem to resist his magic... odd, these creatures weren't usually that resistant... And with his allies in melee with the demons, he has few good options for spells. After a moment of thought, he smirks, his hands forming a series of rapid gestures. A green glow emanates from his hands, and at the height of the spell a ball of viridian energy forms in his palm. He gestures towards the Ice Devil, the energy streaming forth in a green beam of pure destructive power. It does not stop there, however, and the spell continues bouncing between each of the devils, arcing between one and the other in lances of deadly green energy\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\ncasting Disintegrate, augmented with Instant Metamagic Chain Spell.\n\nSave DC is fortitude, DC 24 for the primary target, 20 for the secondary ones.\n\nSpell Resistance rolls:\n\nIce Devil (1d20+17)[ 20 ] \nBarbed Devil 1 (1d20+17)[ 32 ] \nBarbed Devil 2 (1d20+17)[ 32 ] \nBarbed Devil 3 (1d20+17)[ 33 ] \nBarbed Devil 4 (1d20+17)[ 31 ] \nBarbed Devil 5 (1d20+17)[ 26 ] \nBarbed Devil 6 (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \n\nTo Hit Rolls (Ranged Touch Attacks)\n\nIce Devil (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \nBarbed Devil 1 (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nBarbed Devil 2 (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nBarbed Devil 3 (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \nBarbed Devil 4 (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \nBarbed Devil 5 (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nBarbed Devil 6 (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \n\nDamage Rolls\n\nIce Devil Unsaved - (30d6)[ 104 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 17 ] \nBarbed Devil 1 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 98 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 24 ] \nBarbed Devil 2 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 111 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 17 ] \nBarbed Devil 3 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 115 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 15 ] \nBarbed Devil 4 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 99 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 15 ] \nBarbed Devil 5 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 103 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 20 ] \nBarbed Devil 6 Unsaved - (30d6)[ 115 ] or Saved - (5d6)[ 13 ] \n\nI messed up... secondary damage should be half as much as primary, so halve the secondary damage amounts (All those except for the Ice Devil's)\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((What round is it?))" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \nforgot to update statblock... I'm at 118/172 HP\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Round 2 Summary:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gryfe - circles around the barbed devil that ran towards him, closing in and slashing twice at the beast. The devil's blood pours forth as it leaps into the attacks, dealing a total of 20 points of piercing damage to Gryfe After hurting it, Gryfe runs back towards the main fray.\n\n Connor - continues his assult on the ice devil. His fists fly rapidly, but cannot break through the thick hide protecting the monstrous insect.\n\n Feng - cuts a deep gash into the devil that runs past him, nearly slicing it in half. The barbs of this devil scratch at him as it flees and deal 9 points of damage. Feng then brings his massive blade back around to deliver several punishing blows to the devil before him. While not all connect, the final slash cleaves the devil in two. Even in death, however, its barbs continue to bite. Feng takes 20 more points of piercing damage as the devil goes down. (Cleave whenever you want)\n\n Melanthum - fires his ray of disentegration at the devils. The beam curves away from the ice devil, its resistance deflecting it, but the ray continues through the ranks of the devils with devastating effects. Barbed Devils 2 and 4 are utterly destroyed. The beam glances off the insane devil, harming but not killing it. It hits Barbed Devil 5 but is blocked by its spell resistance. Finally, the beam flies past Gryfe as he returns to hit Barbed Devil 6 , not killing it, but leaving it smoking and barely standing.\n\n Mimosa - summons a mighty bear to aid her in battle. Laille creeps around to the back of the ice devil, but her claws cannot break its hide.\n\n Korral - runs from the battle, backing up against the wall that the portal to Ab'Esra is set it and edging along it, his heart pounding in fear.\n\n Nick - continues his song, eyeing the battle carefully.\n\n Sonny (dosn't have a target to cast inflict on, since Melanthum was kind enough to turn that devil into dust. You can still make an action for round two.)\n\n Barbed Devil 3 - screams madly in Infernal and charged Melanthum, having just been harmed by a spell cast by the Incantrix. It hits with its claw, dealing 15 points of damage to Melanthum . In its madness, it does not attempt to grapple. (Note: As this is one of the devils in cleave range of Feng, it may die before it has a chance to attack, depending on what Feng's attack is.)\n\n Barbed Devil 5 - makes a full attack against Feng . Only one claw hits, dealing 17 points of damage to Feng . It also suceeds in getting a grip on the berserker, dealing 21 points of damage as its spines imaple Feng . (Note: As this is one of the devils in cleave range of Feng, it may die before it has a chance to attack, depending on what Feng's attack is.)\n\n Barbed Devil 6 - recovers from the disentegration spell cast on it and hisses through its teeth. Pointing at Gryfe is says, in common, \"Ccccease your consssstant sssspringing shhhhhadeling,\" and casts hold person on Gryfe , who feels a stiffness in his joints, but breaks the spell before it can take hold.\n\n Ice Devil - charges at Melanthum , idetifying him as the most powerful spellcaster after seeing its minions racked by his spells, provoking attacks of oportunity from both Connor and Lailee. It attacks with its spear, hitting Melanthum for 13 points of damage. Melanthum also feels a creeping coldness steal over his body from the wound, slowing him for 6 rounds.\n \n\n\nOOC: Cyrus, I would like to see where you're getting your rolls from, I went ahead with them this time, but in the future please either use the forum roller or post a link to the rolls. 😉" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe charges toward Melanthum, trying to distract the devil towards him. He cries out as he swings even harder than before, the flashing Elven Courtblade darting in for a kill.\n\n Statblock: \n Spoiler \n Hitpoints: 99\n Armor Class: 46, Touch AC: 31, Flat Footed AC: 36\n Fortitude Save: 5, Reflex Save: 12, Will Save: 5\n\nCurrent Initiative: 30\nOther Effects: Skirmish Enhanced AC (+5 to the Above until End of Turn)\n \n\n Actions: \n Spoiler \nGryfe will Leap Attack the devil asaulting Melanthum, jumping at least 20 feet and attacking before retreating out of range again.\n\n Attack Roll 1: (1d20+30)[ 33 ] \n Damage Roll 1: (1d20+25)[ 34 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 3 ] Flaming\n Sneak Attack Damage: (3d6)[ 17 ] \n Skirmish Damage: (7d6)[ 23 ] \n Jump Check: (1d20+43)[ 63 ] • Should be considered a standing jump?\n\n Attack Roll 2: (1d20+30)[ 37 ] - 5 = 32\n Damage Roll 2: (1d20+25)[ 32 ] Slashing + (1d6)[ 1 ] Flaming\n Skirmish Damage: (7d6)[ 19 ] \n\nPower Attacking for 2 Points.\nIf the Jump Attack on the first attack hits, then it deals 4 points of Power Attack Damage, instead of 2. I better hit the thing... Yes, power attacking for a low number...\n\nEdit: way to roll a natural 20 on the jump check.\nEdit 2: Had the wrong numbers in there. Sorry.\nEdit 3: Wow, I guess I totally forgot to add in the words Flaming on Damage Roll 2.\n \n\n\nWith a mighty leap, Gryfe springs high into the air and backflips, using his natural momentum to carry his swing into the devil assaulting Melanthum." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Statblock\n \n Spoiler \nHP : 51(Raged & Frenzied)\nAC : 27, FF 27, Touch 11\nSaves: Fort 15 Ref 10 Will 15 (increased because of rage)\ninitiative : 18\n \n\n\nFeng uses his enemies death to his advantage, striking hard at demon(enter number here, roll a percent chance or something, since he doesn't know which one will go after him)\nAttack : [1d20+14]\nDamage: [4d6+31]\nDam. me: [1d6-2]\n\nFeng is bleeding badly but still roars and fights on as if he doesn't notice\n\nIf still grappled\n \n Spoiler \nFeng attempts to throw the demon off\nGrapple check (1d20+27)[ 37 ] \n(if unsuccessful)Grapple check (1d20+27)[ 29 ] \n(if successful)Attack: (1d20+30)[ 49 ] Damage: (4d6+21)[ 32 ] me: [roll] 1d6-2[/roll]\n \n\n\nif not grappled\n \n Spoiler \nFull attack nearest\nAttack : Damage : me\n (1d20+30)[ 39 ] : (4d6+21)[ 38 ] : (1d6-2)[ 1 ] \n (1d20+30)[ 44 ] : (4d6+21)[ 37 ] : (1d6-2)[ 1 ] \n (1d20+25)[ 45 ] : (4d6+21)[ 33 ] : (1d6-2)[ 2 ] \n (1d20+20)[ 23 ] : (4d6+21)[ 40 ] : (1d6-2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \n First of all : damage me reroll from cleave attempt (1d20+14)[ 21 ] : (4d6+31)[ 44 ] : (1d6-2)[ 3 ] \n\nThen a critical check for attack number 3 in the if not grappled [roll]1d20+25[/roll]\n\nnote : I just realized that I wasn't adding the +3 from my magic sword to my attack rolls. I am now, but past rolls will just have to suffer, i guess.\n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \nRAGAFRICKIN PICKY ROLLER ARGH\n (1d20+25)[ 42 ] \n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Tyrolin \n \n Spoiler \nRAGAFRICKIN PICKY ROLLER ARGH\n[roll0]\n \n \n \n\nOOC: Was that for the AoO?" }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum just growls as he's attacked by the fiends, feeling blade and claw biting deep into his flesh. He once again begins to cast, dodging and weaving carefully to avoid his foes as he does so. He speaks, his accent thickening under the stress of combat.\n\n All right ya sods... now yer' just bloody pissin' me off. \n\nAt the climax of the spell, he holds up a tiny shuriken carved from a never-melting ice crystal, which he snaps and half, causing a wave of ice crystals to shoot from the soil. The extra power woven into the spell makes the crystals sharper, more deadly than normal, and they grow larger than they would other wise, hungry for fiendish blood.\n\n \n Spoiler \n casting Field of Icy Razors defensively (No concentration check neededr, my minimum roll is 24, target roll is 24), activating my Sudden Maximize feat along with my second daily use of Instant Metamagic to Twin the spell, meaning a total of 2 x 15 x 6 damage, or 180. Note that this is basically two castings of the spell, so the creatures get two reflex saves of DC 26. Also note that the damage from the spell is half cold and half slashing.\n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "OOC : it was a reroll of my critical check, because i typed it in wrong." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nStablock (s)\n \n Spoiler \nMimosa\nAC 28 (w/barkskin) Touch 18 FF 23\nHP 112/112, Init +11\nSaves 12/12/19\nActive effects: Barkskin 9m48s, Inspire Competence +3\n\nLaille (Leopard)\nAC 28 Touch 27 FF 24\nHP 78/78 Init +6\nSaves: 14/10/9\nActive effects: Barkskin 9m48s, Inspire Competence +3\n\nSummoned Dire Bear\nAC 17 Touch 10 FF 16\nHP 105/105 Init +0\nSaves 12/9/9\nActive effects: Insipre Competence +3\n \n\n\n\" You've picked the wrong people to mess with, you foul things ,\" Mimosa shouts from behind the bear as she scoots until she has a clear line of sight to one of the horrific things. \" Eat dirt \"\n\nAs she casts, both Laille and the summoned bear advance on the interlopers, each trying to incapaciate one of them.\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \n Mimosa \nCast Finger of death at one of the devils.\n\nTouch attack (My mind is totally blank - I can add my dex to this roll with weap finesse right? this is dex + insp.) (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \nSR check: (1d20+15)[ 22 ] \n\nTheir save is Fortitude, DC 24.\nFailed save = death\nMade save is (3d6+lvl+3 for insp.) (3d6+18)[ 25 ] \n Laille \nLaille is going to initiate a bite attack in the hopes of grappling.\nattack: (1d20+17)[ 26 ] \ndamage: (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \nIf she hits she will initiate an improved grab\n\n Summoned dire bear \nThe summoned bear is also going for a grapple:\nattack (1d20+22)[ 41 ] \ndamage: (2d4+13)[ 19 ] \nIf it hits it will initiate an improved grab\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "OOC: Okay, this is my turn 2 action, then:\n\nSparing Feng a thankful glance, Sonny turns his Inflict Serious Wounds spell to the devil damaged by Melanthum's Disintegrate (Devil 6, I believe?), reinforcing the spell with a Fell Animate.\n\nOOC: And on turn 3:\n\nSonny, on a roll now, converts a spell of harmless Floating to pure negative energy, and focuses his will on Bearded Devil 3 (5 if 3 is dead, and the Ice Devil if both are)\n\n \n Spoiler \nInflict Lesser Wounds: (1d8+17)[ 3 ](20) \n \n\n\nOOC: Hey ...., does this game have an OOC thread?" }, { "author": "....", "message": "OOC:\" Yes, I had put it in the wrong forum though, new one is here. " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((I've been using the dice roller online at Wizards, but yeah, using an in forum dice roller. I did that once and I've since had a brain fart as to how that command goes. So unless I figure it out or am told, Invisible Castle it is))\n\n((Rolls for round 3:\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1383226) )" }, { "author": "....", "message": "(Assuming Nick continues his song)\n\nRound 3 Summary:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gryfe - runs to Melanthum's aid. Leaping high into the air him brings his weapon down on the head of the Barbed Devil, seeing it is much weaker than the Ice Devil. Two quick slashes and the devil slides into pieces, dead. Its barbs still bite into Gryfe, though, and Gryfe takes 19 points of piercing damage as he skirts away again.\n\n Feng - wrestles with the devil, planting a hard kick in it's chest and knocking it away, breaking its hold on him. The foam around Feng's mouth is tinged pink with blood, but the berserker attacks anyway, his sword cutting a deep gash in the gut of the devil, who staggers forward into the attack. Feng takes 12 points of piercing damage as the devil regains it's footing. (Your cleave missed.)\n\n Melanthum - casts another powerful spell. Gryfe has just enough time to skirt out of the way as Melanthum blasts the ice devil with razor-sharp blades. The volley hits the monster directly in the chest, boring a hole through it's chest and leaving it motionless on the ground.\n\n Mimosa - lunges forward, her hands filled with death magic. She presses her hand against the devil fighting Feng, but its resistance to magic nullifies the spell. Laille attacks the devil as well but misses. The summoned bear is more fortunate, and smashes one massive paw into the devil's skull. The bear cannot get a grip on the beast, and also takes 7 points of piercing damage from it's barbs.\n\n Korral - continues to cower (6 rounds remaining).\n\n Sonny - hits the last remaining devil with another burst of negative energy, the devil staggers under the continued assault, but still stands.\n\n Nick - continues his song.\n\n Barbed Devil 5 - hisses angrily and quickly mutters words of power under its breath, casting a spell. It dodges the attacks thrown at it as it casts (casts on the defensive) and as soon as it speaks the final word, vanishes in a bright flash of light.\n\nAll other devils are defeated.\n \n\n\nAs the final devil vanishes, you notice that the quiet hum of activity that was flowing before has ended, now there is only distant yelling and an eerie stillness. The denizens of Sigil know better than to stay around when Devils show up.\n\nThe azer that had shown up earlier groans quietly and stirrs slightly. You can see another small, firey figure running up the road towards you.\n\n(OOC: I'm not sure how long Feng will be berserk, but I think he still is, so you all may want to deal with that. Also, Korral is no longer afraid, as the things he was scared of are gone.)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral returns, even more taciturn than he was previously. For once, his face is completely open, shame and self-anger apparent from his glower." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng makes an effort to control his anger\n \n Spoiler \nWill save (1d20+15)[ 29 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "He succeeds, calming himself, and drops to the ground, panting and feeling his many wounds.\n \n Spoiler \nFeng ends his rage and his frenzy, making him exhausted for the duration of the encounter (or for a couple of posts, since it's over). He loses 30 HP and at this point only has about 6 left...\nEdit: PS, the will save was against DC 20\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum wipes the sweat from his brow, flexing his fingers and smirking at the corpses vanish. He cracks his knuckles for a moment, then speaks up.\n\n Good work, my fellows. These louts weren't much of a challenge.. biggest problem being that fiends of Ba'ator are immune to flame normal and magical, so there were many spells I couldn't fling at them with any effect... And with the rest of you bein' in melee with them, I certainly didn't want to be blastin' you, either. Still, I exhausted more of my energies than I'd like. If we're to be facin' more of them, I'll have to alter my repetoire to suit. " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny nodded shortly. \"Sonny too. Okay for now, but Sonny would not like to be defenseless in this place.\" He sounded almost fond of Sigil already.\n\nHe shook his head and set the matter aside, noting that several of their little band were sporting injuries. Sonny waved his arms, drawing attention to himself. \"Gather around Sonny now,\" he demanded.\n\nSonny incanted a short prayer and finished with a flourish of his hands. The effects of the goblin's spell was not dramatic; it was a subtle thing, strength gradually stealing back into the limbs of the goblin's party.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Vigor, Mass Lesser : Up to 8 people within 20' will start regenerating 1 HP a round for 25 rounds. There's 8 of us, right?\n " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nMimosa puts a hand on Laille as she comes back to the halfling, making sure she isn't hurt badly, the summoned dire bear standing guard at the spot where the last devil left. \" I too, won't mind resting in order to harness that of nature which will be more effective ,\" she said quietly, \" I wonder if there's anything that would pass for safe though - this certainly isn't .\" As she speaks she pulls a wand from her belt and walks to Feng. \" You certainly helped us in combat, allow me to assist now .\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Use CSW wand: (3d8+3)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n\nConnor looks around, not really even panting that much.\n\n \"Is everyone ok? I have some limited healing if anyone needs it.\" \n\nHe's going to survey his group members and if anyone looks particularly beat up ((I imagine Feng still does even after Sonny's healing.)) He'll then go and examine the dwarf/thing that fell over and cast Cure Serious Wounds on him if he looks really badly injured.\n\n((Would Knowledge: The Planes work for this guy? If so:))\n\nKnowledge: The Planes\n (1d20+14)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng lurches to his feet, and grunts \"Many thanks little ones\" \nHe sheathes his sword, waiting for Sunny's magic to take full affect." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum, seeing that his party is attended to, walks over to the smoldering corpse of the burning dwarf, he kneels down by it, looking to see if any life yet remains, and searching to see if there is any sort of message attached to it.\n\n An Azer. Dwarflike creatures from the Elemental Plane of Fire. Said something about \"We Must... then just trailed off... hells take it all.\" " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \"Maybe someone heal fire dwarf. He not look so good either, but he make noise.\" Feng says" }, { "author": "....", "message": "Connor heals the azer, who mutters again and raises his head, the fire around his face has dimmed considerably, his glowing eyes are wide with fear. The other azer, who stated running up the street after the devils were defeated, reaches its companion.\n\nPanting, it looks at all of you and says, \"You... you are the ones from Ab'Esra? That fought the calamity? Of course you are. Please, its not safe here, they've found us. Sluk here managed to escape their attack and came to warn you. They must have caught up with him... we... we must get to the safehouse, p-please, hurry.\" The second azer helps Sluk to his feet, shouldering him up and starts to head back the way it came.\n\nFrom the other side of the street comes the sounds of people shouting loudly at one another. You can't make out what they're saying, but they sound angry.\n\nThe second azer looks violently over its shoulder, mouth open in a gasp, \"Come on softskins! We've got to hurry!\"" }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthus \n\nMelanthus nods, beckoning to his companions as he hurries along at a rapid clip after the dwarves." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "(OOC-Sorry for the delay in posting. It's been a busy day.)\n\nNick hurries along after the creatures, following Melanthus." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nMimosa slides onto Laille's back and the pair of them follow the group. ' I think it's a little too late to try and be conspicuous, let's just be quick ,' she says under her breath." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny glowered at one and all as he hurried along behind the rest of the group, his heavy armor, slight build, and short legs slowing him down.\n\n \"Maybe Sonny should buy a horse,\" he mused aloud." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral follows, moving at a rapid, efficient and clipped pace, easily keeping up with the rest of the group. He is still clearly not paying attention, and his face is a glower of self scrutiny." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng runs along with them, his gait showing that he is still worn out from the battle." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe easily keeps up, being one of the fastest members of his tribe, and a well trained highland stalker that is almost unstoppable." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor looks none the worse for wear and has a very easy time keeping up with the group. Indeed, it seems like he's even holding back slightly to stay with the group. His eyes are alert for signs of any further attacks.\n\nSpot:\n (1d20+21)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Very far up the road, Connor spots several men in black robes moving rapidly towards the place of the fight with the devils. The men are continuously turning their heads around, as if listening to orders from some unseen person.\n\nThe azer leads you all into a narrow alleyway and towards a gate similar to the one that lead from Ab'Esra to Sigil, but much smaller, about five feet high. The azer struggles with a metal clasp and opens up a pocket on its brass kilt, producing a stylyzed sculpture of a key. It waves the key before the portal and opens it up. Calling for you all to hurry, it steps away from the portal.\n\n\"You all go in, I'll go last and close the portal behind us. Hurry! If they find this entrace we'll have nowhere left to run.\"" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny slowed down just before entering the portal, his naturally suspicious mind turning to thoughts of possible betrayal. He knew nothing of the situation they had found themselves in, or of this 'Azer', beyond the fact that their nominal guide Melanthus seemed to trust them. He looked intently at the fiery bronze dwarf, trying to discern deception on that alien face.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: (1d20+9)[ 2 ](11) trying to hit a DC 20 for a 'hunch'\n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n \"What of those men in black robes that were heading in our direction?\" \n\n((I think this goes w/o saying, but I'm not really going to be around tomorrow. What with Turkey Day here in the States I'll be with family. I'll be back either late tomorrow or Friday. NPC me as needed))" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \"Fight again not good\" Feng throws out. \"I wait with fire dwarf, go before him\" \n \n Spoiler \nI also will be gone tomorrow because I love turkey. NPC me if you need to. He'd probably just follow you guys like a dog anyway\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthus \n\nMelanthus shrugs and slips through the portal. As he moved through, though he did wait for a moment as the party gathered up at the portal, barking out a quick spell before leaping through, one that would prevent most harmful effects that the place on the other side of the portal might have\n\n(OOC: Casting Planar Tolerance. Basically protects from all damaging effects caused by planar traits Covers the whole party)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral's hand jumps to his blade. \"The winger has a valid question. Who were they?\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "The azer shakes his head at Korral and Connor, \"They were our foes. Please, take my word on that. I will explain what I know but we must go! I cannot let them find Sluk and I's last refuge. Just know they serve the thing that threatens your home and will do everything in their power to stop you. Now go!\"\n\nAs the azer speaks it glances down the alley, it's eyes still wide and its movements jumpy.\n\n(Sonny dosn't think the azer is trying to trick him)" }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\n\" I'm good with that ,\" the halfling says to the group as she and her leopard move throughthe portal.\"" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng crawls through the hole, muttering.\n\n(Anyone who bothers to listen hears the words Feng, dangerous, and a general sound of discontent)" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n \"Right then,\" Sonny acquiesced. The dusky-skinned goblin rushed into the portal behind Feng, his head not even close to clipping the top of the hole." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral shrugs and nods. \"Very well...\" He says reluctantly. He quickly hops through the portal. Despite this, his hand is clenched on his blade as he does so." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe merely nods to the Azer and raises his blade. Turning towards the end of the alleyway, he settles back into the shadows until the rest of the party has entered the portal and has reached safety before entering himself." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick nods to the azer, believing that it is telling the truth. He draws his weapons and goes through the portal as the party does, ready to face whatever is on the other side." }, { "author": "....", "message": "The other side of the portal is pitch black. The only sound that can be heard is the howling of a wind that whips savagely through whatever place you've come to.\n\nAfter Gryfe walks through the portal, the azer steps through, still carrying its companion. The wind tears at the flames around their bodies, but cannot extenguish them. The azer puts its key away and the portal closes.\n\nThe light from the fire around the azer illuminates bleak grayish stone under your feet and behind the portal you came through. Other than that you see nothing but blackness, even darkvision shows nothing but more dull rock.\n\nThe azer's mouth opens and it seems to speak, but the howling wind tears the words from its mouth. After a moment it motions for you all to follow and starts its careful way over the rock, body hunched against the force of the wind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Anyone who tries to do anything more than walk here will have to make dexterity checks to keep from falling over, so strong is the wind. A Knowledge: the planes check could illuminate some more information, assuming you don't already guess where you are.\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny looked around at their new surroundings with interest as he tagged along behind the otherworldly dwarf. The nearly featureless void was tickling something at the back of his mind. He was sure he knew this place, but the knowledge remained frustratingly out of reach.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge (Planes): (1d20+12)[ 16 ](28) \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral looks around him grimly, his sword naked in his hand. He says a single word, carried away before his companions can hear it: Pandemonium. He watches all sides, attempting to see anything that tries to get near the group." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick holds his two swords close, following after the dwarf. He cycles through his memory, trying to think of what this place is and anything interesting about it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nbardic knowledge: (d20+17)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nAs soon as he emerged from the portal, he had a sudden instinct. Pandemonium. They said that even the silver ore here could cause a person to panic and run...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince I'm a Dexterity Masher, what's the DC to make Listen/Spot/Search checks here?\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Gryfe \n\nAs soon as he emerged from the portal, he had a sudden instinct. Pandemonium. They said that even the silver ore here could cause a person to panic and run...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince I'm a Dexterity Masher, what's the DC to make Listen/Spot/Search checks here?\n \n \n \n\n(I'd say listen checks are near to impossible, DC 50 at the very least. Spot won't be hard assuming you can see, nor will Search, although lets say the distraction of the constant wind ass +10 to any searches unprotected.)" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng stands tall against the wind, mocking its power, before following the Azer. As he watches it, he realizes that being an eternal torch might be fun..." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Mimosa \n\nMimosa huddles closer to Laille and moves nearer the group in general, to get some cover from the howling wind. It's obvious that for several reasons she's not very happy. She hums a song quietly to herself, in an apparent attempt at self-distraction." }, { "author": "....", "message": "The azer points ahead, where you can all see a tall rock wall. It starts to move faster, pulling another scuplted key out from a pouch and preparing to raise it.\n\nMimosa huddles next to her cat, the wind nearly lifting her little body off the ground. She feels a slight prickle along her neck, and glances to the right to see two sets of smouldering red eyes. Before she has a chance to cry out, a giant red monster that looks like some mix of man and frog leaps from the shadows. Mimosa's scream is unheard over the roaring wind, and the beast hits her hard, wrapping its scaly arms around her and dragging her into the shadows of Pandemonium.\n\nLaille roars mutely and follows into the gloom. For a moment there is nothing, and then Mimosa's head rolls back into view, like some grotesque tumbleweed buffeted by the otherworldly winds. It picks up speed and vanishes from view.\n\nThe azer turns and runs faster to the gate, waving its key and opening it, motioning for everyone to hurry through." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral swears soundlessly and closes his eyes, relying on his other senses. He faces the way the party has come from, easily maneuvering over the terrain while running backwards, entering the hideout last." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " :Mimosa!!!\" Nick's yell is unheard with through the intense winds. He hesitates for several seconds, seeming to want to charge into the darkness and avenge her. He actually starts to run forward, but then collects himself soon after seeing Mimosa's head, realizing that there probably isn't anything he can do. He spits on the ground, then follows the party and goes into the hideout. I didn't want to lose anyone else... " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor snarls but follows the rest of the group.\n\n I would stand and fight, but I imagine one wouldn't have much of a chance of survival where many might. \n\nAs he follows the group, Connor wracks his brains to figure out what this place is and what that thing could have possibly been.\n\n((Knowledge: The Planes: (1d20+17)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny started badly as Mimosa vanished, staring about in fright. He had no problem imagining his own severed head in place of the halfling's. He began muttering and waving his arms in short, sharp little movements as he scurried after the rest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Magic Vestment , Greater Magic Weapon , and Deathwatch on himself, in anticipation of trouble.\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthus \n \n Spoiler \nI assume it's a Slaad, but I'll make a knowledge(Planes) check just in case.\n\n Planes - (1d20+26)[ 38 ] \n \n\n\nMelanthum roars, unheard by the wind as Mimosa is dragged off by the creature. He of all people knew that death could come suddenly when going a-wandering, but it always struck home... still, it seemed there was little to do but pray that their companion's death had been swift, and press on to try to avoid a similar fate themselves." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng stares into the darkness, confused." }, { "author": "....", "message": "The portal leads to the inside of what seems to be a small house. The change from ceasless, roaring wind to still, quiet study is very jarring.\n\nThe house has stone walls and very little furniture. For the most part the bare stone floor is swept clean and has no other adornments. There are two large bronze firepits in the middle of the room, one of them alight. Pushed into the far corner of the room is the only furniture apparent, a high red leather chair and a broad oak desk, acient and gleaming. Sitting in the chair is a human woman with dark blond hair, shot with streaks of red.\n\nThere are two door apparent from the portal you came in from, which is set against the western wall. One door is in the northern wall, the other in the east, across from the portal." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Entering last, Korral opens his eyes and sheathes his sword, going to lean against one of the walls." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'ara \n\nComing out of her chair, the woman crosses to the Azer and his companions. She is armored and wears a medallion with the symbol of the sun god on it. She looks like it's been a long time since she's had a worry-free night of sleep. \" Thank the gods you're all right ,\" she says as she casts an appraising eye over the others are they enter. \" Where is Sluk ?\"" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny flopped onto the ground and there was grim humor on his thin face. \"Halfling?\" he surmised. \"Left for dead. We run like rabbits.\" He made a hopping motion with his hands to indicate them leaving their comrade behind in the hands of the Slaad." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng enters silently, and immediately begins crafting a doll, which - as people watch - slowly begins to look like Mimosa\n\n \n Spoiler \nCraft(doll) check against DC 15 (+10 to DC to finish quickly): (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \n\nEdit: .... and I get a natural one...\n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor looks saddened by the loss oh his comrade, though he barely knew her.\n\n \"I should have acted faster. I could have saved her. I could have done more to save her.\" \n\nConnor looks down at his hands and then clenches them tight.\n\n \"What information do you have for our group?\" \n\nHe tries to make his tone civil, but try though he might, it still comes out impolite." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"Challa? The halfling's name was Mimosa. Did you send another Azer?\" Nick leans against the wall after sheathing his swords. He looks puzzled, but it could just be the change from mind numbing wind to silence." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\n' I'm certainly sorry you lost one of your companions ,\" the woman says as everyone files into the room. \" I too, have lost dear friends and we're going to do our best to do what we can to stop this thing. \" Her voice trails off a bit as though her thoughts are far away. \" Challa here and his friend went to meet you; we have had to do a bit of scurrying of late to stay ahead of unpleasantness. I didn't send anyone though, we're all working together. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Is'sara Yareth and it's very welcome to meet those from my home plane . \"" }, { "author": "....", "message": "Challa, the azer who was carrying the other, nods to Is'sara, \"These are the ones they sent from Ab'Esra. One of them was taken by the slaadi in Pandemonium. I do not kno how much long that portal will be safe from those monsters.\"\n\nChalla help Sluk to the middle of the room and lays him down, \"Sluk was nearly killed by Galxakx, but we made it out alright.\" Challa turns to the party.\n\n\"Now, I apologize for the suddeness of my arrival, but as you saw, these are dangerous times. My name is Challa, and I am an azer from the elemental plane of fire. My brother Sluk and I left our home several years ago, after discovering a certain book.\"\n\nChalla motions towards the book Is'sara was reading, \"It details the monster that attacked your home plane. We came to Sigil to investigate further, since the book is written in many languages and sometimes coded. We had only just discovered the signs of the monster's escape when we heard about the situation on the Prime Material. And you should know the rest... we sent word for people to be sent so we could help stop the monster. And here you are.\"\n\nChalla looks down at his brother, \"The people chasing us call themselves the Void-Born. They have some lunatic desire to unleash that monster on all the multiverse, think it is some sort god that will recreate reality into paradise or some such nonsense. As far as we can tell, they are led by an eye tyrant that calls itself Galxakx. Earlier today, Galxaks and twenty of his cultists attacked our home. Is'sara here fled with the Brass Book, and Sluk and I took a different route. We were seperated, and apparently Galxakx caught up with him before he caught up with you.\n\n\"So, is there anything else you were wondering? If not, I invite you all to take some rest while you can, we are very close to discovering how to bind the monster again, just a few more pages of code to translate. Is'sara can show you to the bedrooms. There are only two, but I suppose that you adventurers are used to roughing it.\"" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng, angry and sad, ruins the doll he was creating. With a large sigh, he salvages what he can as he gets up and says \"Bed good. Need rest. Bad day.\" " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n \"Sonny could be back in his mountains already,\" Sonny grumbled in dismay. \"But nooo, Sonny wanted to save the world. Stupid Sonny.\" \n\nStill mumbling to himself - the words 'eye tyrant' and 'stupid Sonny' are repeated fervently and repeatedly - Sonny went to bed." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral nods. \"Rest...will be good. I, however, need not occupy space in one of the rooms.\" He slides into a cross-legged seating position with his sword over his lap, eyes closed in deep meditation." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor nods briefly.\n\n \"I am used to sparse conditions. I'll gladly take a spare patch of floor and use my bedroll if others would rather have the beds. Rest will do us all good I think.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara nods as she moves to one of the doors. \" Indeed, comfort isn't something one really considers at a time like this ,\" she says as she shows them the way to the rooms. \" What we have is meager, but you are welcome to share ,\" she comments, then moves back to the main room to tend to Sluk." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe doesn't stop to rest. He remembers long ago, of a mission he was sent to perform here. Pandemonium. The words kept ringing in his ears. So close to home, yet so far from it. He slowly sat down to clean his gear." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum sighed as he heard the Azer's tale. First the death of a companion, now this. It was not turning out to be a good day. He dipped into his pack, pulling out a long bedroll formed from the hide of some strange beast, covered in deep fur that was covered in whirling spiral patterns. He looked around at the others as he took off his cloak.\n\n Bloody hell. A Beholder an' his cult, eh? Sodding barmy floating eyeballs. We'll have to deal with them sooner or later, sure enough. But for now, I agree. Let's get some rest. It's been a bad day, and we all are in need of it. " }, { "author": "....", "message": "(Assuming no one has anything else they want to do, you get XP!\n\nEveryone recieves a total of 3,000 xp for killing devils, and not dying and, you know, stuff like that.)\n\nOnce everyone is rested, Challa is quick to call everyone back into the study.\n\n\"Friends,\" he says, \"I have got some bad news. It seems as if neither I, nor Sluk nor Is'sara can remember where the copies we made of the Brass Book are. I fear that the Void-Born have them. If they figure out how to bind the beat before we do... they will do everything in their considerable power to stop you. However, I used a bit of magic and have located the pages in a brothel in Sigil, near one of the major gates to Arcadia. I'd go with you, but Sluk and I need to stay here and continue to translate these runes. I'm sure Is'sara will go, though. Please make haste. Either destroy those papers or return them to us. Just make sure the Void-Born don't escape with them.\"" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nAfter resting, Nick streches out and smiles. \"A brothel in Sigil huh? Sounds like my kind of place. Everyone ready to go?\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral gives Nick a sidelong look, as if suddenly doubtful of the Bard's focus." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara chuckles lightly at Nick, \" God willing we will not have enough time for sightseeing my new friend .\" She doesn't appear at all uneasy or uptight, as might have been expected. She moves with purpose although her eyes still look a little sad. Her weapon, pack and shield sat in an almost tidy pile near the door. \" The sooner we can retrieve the pages the better .\"" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n \"Brothel?\" Sonny asked aloud, not recognizing the term. \"Whatever. Sounds like we need book,\" Sonny acknowledged. \"We go get it, maybe kill lots of Void-Born.\" \n\nHe paused before leaving as his stomache growled audibly. \"Eat first, maybe?\" " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \"Feng agree with little one,\" Feng says as he enters the room, ducking his head to fit through the doorway. \"Eat, then fight. Good day,\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral begins \"You're stomachs can be considered later. Right now we need to retrieve-\" His stomach growls traitorously and loudly. \"I..um... Maka... \" \n\n(Maka is a Goblin swear word the details of which are explicit need not be repeated here. Suffice to say it is not enjoyable)" }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor smiles for the first time in front of this group.\n\n \"I don't want to seem immodest, but I am more than a little proficient in cooking. I have everything needed to cook in my bag, and even some fruit, not to mention a fresh slab of deer I picked up this morning. Unless there are objections, I'll get started right away.\" \n\nConnor begins to sing softly in Celestial while getting a fire ready. You all notice the amount of things that he seems to be able to fit more than is really possible into the bag he carries on his person. He gets out flint, tinder, some logs, cooking spices, cooking pots and pans, fruit meat, and almost as an after thought, a very big barrel of what appears to be ale once he broaches the top. He even produces cups for everyone. Unless anyone objects he's going to start right away.\n\nProfession: Cook check\n (1d20+21)[ 36 ] " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny feels his respect for Connor rise a notch or two. Cooks, in his estimation, were worth a lot more than bards, in the grand scheme of things. \"Sonny has a contribution to make, as well,\" he offers, a modicum of respect in his voice.\n\nHe begins a long incantation that involves a lot of sweeping gestures and flashy hand movements. He continues for a full ten minutes, gesturing grandly.\n\nAt the conclusion of his spell, a long, handsomely-crafted table appears in the center of the room, along with steaming platters of food and goblets of drink.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Heroes' Feast : Produces a feast for up to 16 people, with table and chairs to match. Everyone who partakes will be immune to poison and fear and gains +1 on attack rolls and (1d8+8)[ 5 ](13) temporary hit points for 12 hours.\n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick's smile grows brighter. \"And now a feast? You guys are awesome.\" Turning on his serious face (a slightly smaller smile), Nick continues. \"A book in a brothel shouldn't be too hard to find. Do we know anything about the place?\" \n\nNick will wait to take a seat at the table until the lady sits first." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng scratches his head at the awesome display of magic before him, then laughs nearly loud enough to deafen all those in the room\n\n \"Good day indeed!!\" , he calls out, looking quite impressed with himself at the word 'indeed' and sits down without any further waiting." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara smiles for the first time, lighting up her green eyes, then the light seems to fade slightly. \" It's been a long time since I've seen a meal such as this and I'm certain the time it takes will be well worth it. \" She moves to the fire, drawing a cup of ale from the barrel and setting it to the side of the man before returning to the table and sitting opposite Feng. \"I 'm afraid I don't know the place personally ,\" she addresses the bard and winks as he takes his chair. \" Such a place in such a location probably leads to a great deal of intrigue .\"" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\n\" Hmm...that must have cost you a pretty penny to obtain. \" Gryfe gestured towards the survival pouch and the grand conjured food on the table. \" Then again, it was conjured through magic. Well, we might as well eat and then make a run for it, since these beasts seem like they're gonna chase us to the ends of the multiverse. \"" }, { "author": "....", "message": "The ring on Melanthum's finger buzzes a bit, and a flat, emotionless voice that could be male of female says, \"News?\" just loud enough to be heard.\n\nChalla and Sluk look unimpressd by the food, and continue pouring over the book, Sluk pausing as Nick speaks.\n\n\"Issa specialty place,\" Sluk says, \"They've got sumting fer ever'one I 'ear tell. Called 'The Lady 'o Pleasure', on account isin Sigil, ya get it?\"\n\nChalla eyes Sluk, who looks blinks and shrugs, \"Wha? I been by a time er two. Can't spend all oor time lookin' atta book.\"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral bare-handedly grabs a thick hunk of meat from the table and tears into it voraciously, his savage ancestry apparent in his table manners." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum's face splits into a slow grin as he hears of their next mission, and he chuckles a bit as he sits down at the feast, digging in with gusto. Despite his slender frame, he packs away a sizable portion of food, sighing contentedly. As he finishes, he cleanses his hands before reaching into his bag of holding, searching for a moment before reverently withdrawing a large, corked bottle. The bottle itself is crafted out of a dark green crystal, and the contents within seem to swirl of their own volition. He takes out a number of matching glasses, setting each with a flourish on the table before unstopping the bottle and pouring a measure of the liquid into each one before passing it to his companions.\n\n Ah... now here's a rare drop. A delectable little vintage the elf-spirits of Arcadia brew up in their spare time, goes by the name of dreamwine He lifts his glass in salute. To the fallen, where'er in the planes she may walk now, and to better fortune for all of us in the future. " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral refuses his cup. \"I don't drink. Part of my practice,\" he says tersely." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick eagerly eats of the feast, stopping before he gets too full. He accepts his cup and drinks to the memory of his fallen companions. After the meal he points to Melanthum's hand. \"Shall we report in? No sense keeping that guy back home waiting.\" " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor nods at Melanthum after picking up a glass. He seems to enjoy the wine very much.\n\n \"My thanks for the wine, sir. I don't believe we've had proper introductions. I am Connor Lightwing, member of the Order of the Celestial Hand of Heironeous ((am I spelling that right?)).\" \n\nHe finishes his wine.\n\n \"To our Fallen.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral nods to Connor. \"I am Korral Lathander of the Iron Heart, History Wielder, Master of the Iron Heart path and journeyman of the Diamond Mind path, personal bodyguard to King Kromadier, Elf-friend, Son of Lark An who is Wurmsbane, Brother of Vollog Vellersred who is Lorekeeper.\" He pauses for a moment. \"I could go on, my people are ones for titles. However, those are the important ones.\" " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng speaks without really swallowing, allowing some bits of food to spray from his mouth as he bashes his chest, \"Feng is Feng! That all that important!\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"Introducing ourselves all over again eh? I'm with Feng on this one, titles don't suit me well. I'm Nick.\" He replaces his cup on the table and relaxes, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to rest for long." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\n\" Well Nick, I guess we are... I'd be Gryfe Baghr, woodsman and scout as well as an expert with blades of all sorts, although I picked up this --he brandishes the Courtblade-- from the elves as a gift. I am always on the move, so I tend to travel lightly. Well that's it for me. \"\n\nHe then turns towards the table and begins to search for some of his favorite foods. Seeing the glasses, he says, \" Ah...Dreamwine. That would have cost you another pretty penny? They don't part with their stock all that easily anymore, although they do sell it. \" His senses are already heightened, and he does not need drinks to sharpen or weaken them." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nFar be it from Sonny to pass up a chance to boast. \"Sonny,\" he introduced himself, \"high priest of Broken Tooth clan. Something need killing, you come to Sonny. You need fixing, Sonny do that too.\" \n\nHe mused aloud, now mostly talking to himself, \"Maybe make you better . How you feel about becoming a Wraith?... Mummies maybe good, too...\" He trailed off, thinking." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng finishes, wipes himself off on the table cloth, and stands. \"No more time. Let us go\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\n\" And I'm Is'sara, a cleric of Pelor ,\" she adds after she finishes chewing. \" I'm pleased that you were all found quickly - I just hope it's quickly enough .\" She gives a half smile as Feng shows his impatience and stands as well. \" I agree, and I'm ready to go. \" She crosses the room to where her shield and pack are piled and gets them all arranged." }, { "author": "....", "message": "Challa nods to Is'sara and give her basic directions, trusting that between her and this Melanthum character they can find the brothel.\n\n\"Please be quick,\" Challa says, \"and if you run into Galxakx I hope you give him one for Sluk and I. Good luck.\"\n\nWith that he turns back to the Brass Book." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral stands and begins to sheathe his blade before considering where they are going, and leaves it naked in his hand. \"Seeing as the environment is hostile, we should probably decide order of movement now to avoid a repeat of what happened last time. In my opinion it should be Feng, Connor, Gryf, Melanthum, Nick, Sonny, Is'sara and me taking the rear. Any other opinions?\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"That order sounds good to me. Let's get goin.\" \n\nPutting his cloak back on and strapping his swords back to his belt (because who needs those while eating?) Nick stands up and moves over towards the door." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n \"Have people with muscles the size of Sonny's head between Sonny and pointy death?\" The cleric grins approvingly. \"Sonny agrees.\" " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor nods.\n\n \"It sounds good to me. If I can help others to avoid the fate that met our departed companion, I will do so. If it means I die so others may live, so be it.\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "(Assuming everyone heads out, and dosn't want to do anything funny in Sigil...)\n\nYou arrive at the Lady of Pleasure brothel about twenty minutes after leaving Sluk and Challa's hideout. The building is suprisingly large, and finely made from white and blue marble. It brings gods and worship to mind, rather than more carnal desires.\n\nAny doubts as to what the building's purpose is are quickly put to rest by the figure hawking its services; a floating head of a beautiful female that may be a human or may be an elf or something more exotic, her hair flows in a phantom wind. The reference to the Lady of Pain is obvious to anyone who has ever even heard of her.\n\nAt the apporoach to the eight of you, this apparition sqeals with delight and glides down the wide stairs that lead up to the entrace of the brothel.\n\nI pauses before Feng, first, light sparking down from where its neck should be and forming into an attractrive and scantily clad female body.\n\n\"My my,\" the lady says in a husky voice, \"Its been a while since we had such an interesting arragement of menfolk,\" she caresses Feng's face and smiles, not without a hint of something that may be cruelty, \"I could be your mommy, big man.\"\n\nBefore Feng can say anything, she glides effortlessly past him, her eyes seeming to caress all the members of the party. She settles her hand and gaze on Nick next, her form shifting to a young, fresh girl ith long red hair and a dress, \"And one so young as this. Would you let our girls teach you a thing or two, handsome sir?\"\n\nThe form gasps and slides past Nick, eyeing Melanthum now. Her forum changes to one of a dark-skinned beauty now, wearing flowing and sheer robes of black, \"Here's one with power.\" she whispers into Melanthum's ear, \"seen and done things these boys never could. Perhaps I could aid you in your studies?\" she looks over his shoulder and sees Korral.\n\n\"So stoic!\" she cries, and stands before the hobgoblin, \"do you think I could melt that iron reserve of yours? I bet underneath it all you are just as wild as that orc-man over there.\"\n\nShe approaches Gryfe, looking like an elf, her eyes picking out his courtblade, but drinking in his odd apperance, \"You're no Prime.\" she said, \"Tell me, sir, what does the Shadow smell of?\" After speaking she puts her face close to Gryfe's shoulder and inhales deeply, chuckling. As she does so she looks down to see Sonny.\n\n\"Ahh, we've something for your kind too, little fellow.\" She kneels before Sonny, so she can meet his eyes, \"beautiful goblin maidens, or if you perfer, obediant human girls, eager to be chained and enslaved.\"\n\nAt last she turns to Is'Sara and Connor. She seems less pleased to see these two, and does not approach them, instead standing back and staring at them, her head cocked.\n\n\"Unusual for us to get your kind near here,\" she says, twirling her hair, \"Still, I know angels can fall... and a cleric is no paladin.\"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral shows no emotion at the apparition's advances." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nAs the girl talks to him, Nick barely maintains his composure. How the...how could she know about her? Maybe she can read minds? As she moves on to the others, Nick shakes his head and clears his thoughts. He then gives a smile and an interesting look to this \"Lady of Pleasure\". \"I think I could teach your girls and thing or two, miss.\" " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny smiles thoughtfully at the offer, though he honestly seems more interested in the apparition's unusual powers than her murmured enticements. \"Human girls?\" he wrinkles his nose. \"Sonny not know how you humans can find each other attractive, nevermind Sonny.\" " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng stares until the apparition moves past him, then mutters \"Mother\" in a pained voice, and begins crafting another doll.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCraft check : (1d20+18)[ 28 ] against DC 15(?).\n \n\n\nHe finishes the doll quickly, putting away his supplies and the doll, and only then realizes that the apparition was nearly everything he'd ever wanted in a women, and feels the desire pull strongly on his heart." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara takes a couple of leisurely steps forward. \" Fortunate or not, none of us have time to play today. Perhaps another time we can discuss comparative morality ,\" she says with a half smile." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor sneers at the woman.\n\n \"You have nothing I want or desire, wench. Were it up to me, I'd raze this place to the ground. Perhaps it is best I have more important matters at hand. Maybe one day we could continue this most...enlightening conversation.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral steps away from the building. \"You can go ahead,\" he addresses the party. \"I'll wait outside.\" " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum throws his head back and laughs, returning the woman's caress with a brush of his gloved hand to her cheek. He grins at his allies and their varied reactions as she finishes her inspection, then speaks in a mirthful voice.\n\n Ah, lass, I've no doubt we could entertain each other all night with tales and other... interesting diversions and exploits, alas we've not the time at the moment... and I'm afraid some of my companions have not the taste for such earthy delights... some other time, perhaps. " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\n\" You think petty parlor tricks are going to fascinate me? Try again. I've seen things that would make you flinch. Run along you petty excuse for a ghost. As for the elves? My respect for the woodland rangers of the great forests are unparalleled. Do not test me, otherwise you may face my blade. \"" }, { "author": "....", "message": "The shifting form steps back from the party, smiling as looking you all over.\n\n\"Well, I assume you've come here for a reason?\" As she speaks, her form shifts again, this time her hair shortens and becomes gray, her face becomes less narrow, wider, and wrinkles form. She is now a he, an older man wearing the robes of a priest of Pelor. His voice has a singsong quality, as if a woman was deepening her voice, \"Then please, welcome to the Lady of Pleasures. Do go in, and find whatever you may to suit your fancy.\"\n\nThe figure smiles at Is'Sara and blows her a kiss, then turns away to bother some other passerby." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nSeeing the woman leave, Nick turns to the group. \"Alright, now that she's gone, how do we want to go about this?\" " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny's short attention span identifies the quickest and goblin-iest solution to their conundrum: \"Sonny suggest plan: 'go in and find book first, then kill anyone who has problem with Sonny taking it.'\" He added, \"Preferrably with stab in back.\" \n\nSonny added insincerely, \"Very sad, but saving world come first. Sonny have spell called 'Doomtide'...\" " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor looks at Sonny with thinly veiled disgust.\n\n \"Perhaps we should try and talk our way to the book first, and only resort to violence as a last resort. I don't think the authorities would appreciate the chaos we would cause.\" " }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \"Feng think we look. Not know where, but look anyway.\" He frowns in thought as he concentrates mightily. \"Maybe split up?\" . Feng then sighs as though that phrase caused him physical pain.\n\nFeng looks around the building, and asks \"How many floors?\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara smiles sweetly at Sonny. \" Of course you do. And I have a spell called Holy Aura. Let's not get into spell-like arguments yet. After we save the world, then we can play .\"\n\nShe then looks at Feng and the others. \" I think that talking our way to the book is the best idea. And splitting up here would be... ill advised .\"" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick chuckles a little then speaks up. \"If we'd like to go on a magic tangent, I have a spell of disguise I could use to sneak us in. More importantly, I agree with Is'sara. Splitting up could put us all in compromising positions.\" Nick rolls his eyes after saying the last part, as usual, he did not realize as he said it the context it could be used in." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny shrugged agreeably, though there was something in his eyes that said he would not be adverse to 'playing' with Isara after their current quest was over. \"Talking good too. Sonny not have to do so much work that way.\" " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum nods in agreement with his compatriots. He didn't even bat an eyebrow when the creature turned into a male. He'd seen stranger things in planes. After all, in an infinite multiverse, everything happened somewhere.\n\n I concurr... I'd rather try to talk our way to the book. We've not enough information on what we might be facing should hostilities commence. " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\n\" Well, there's no real sense waiting around out here. Lets do something. \" With that, he strolls forward, into the brothel, boldly taking initiative.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWe're moving kinda slowly, and not everyone is posting very frequently, so we might as well move the game along faster by pushing it forward. If our DM wishes to throw another encounter at us, then so be it.\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "The inside of the brothel is mostly a wide hall with several benches and shallow pools. Doors and archways lead into other areas.\n\nThe whole area is filled with inscence and other, less wholesome smokes and scents. A harp plays quietly from some corner, its song filled with more than just melody, you all feel the slight magical power in the song, but easily shake off whatever effects it may have had. Guttering torches and candles provide shadowy illumination, and you can make out several forms reclining around the hall on couches or in the pools, surrounding by the employees of the brothel, some fair and others so foul it nearly gags you yo look at them.\n\nGryfe, being the first on in, spots a man far across the hall, his face is covered by a black hood, and his body by long black robes; very out of place in the explosive heat of the brothel. He is apparently ending a conversation with two drow men wearing stylistic leather armor and armed with scimatars. Gryfe has just enough time to see the drow nod, and then step aside to reveal a door, which the man enters quickly." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick follows Gryfe inside and looks around, trying to keep his eyes off the employees of the brothel. After a quick scanning of the room, he whispers to Gryfe. \"You find anything out of the ordinary in here? Best I can see is a couple of dark elves over there. Looks like they're the only ones here not enjoying themselves.\" \n \n Spoiler \n I'm assuming Nick didn't enter fast enough to see the man talk to the drow, but he would notice the only things in the room with weapons.\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral, seeming to having changed his mind, joins the rest of the group, sizing up everyone in the room. \"Let's get this over with.\" He says." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor enters and looks around, not noticing anything out of place, but keeping his eyes peeled for suspicious activity none the less.\n\n \"Where do you all propose we start looking?\" \n Spot \n (1d20+21)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Cyrus spots the two drow guards, as well as two more drow dressed in a similar fashon. They are reclining on benches near the guards, but seem more alert than the other patrons." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "Is'sara\n\n\" The only real problem I see, \" Is'sara says, keeping her voice just above a whisper, \" is that very few people in here are going to enjoy being interrupted for a little chat, and even freer with information .\" She pauses, knowing this suggestion will be unpopular and not particularly liking it herself. \" Maybe one of the working girls... \"" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"As much as I'd enjoy chatting up one of them, remember our magic conversation earlier? I have some of my own. I can change into a drow myself or I can just try to charm or take over one's mind. Would those options be better? \n\nNick will wait for a reply before trying anything." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \"Feng not much help here. Too many things, only one sword\" , Feng says, looking at the hilt of his greatsword over his shoulder and shrugging.\n \"What Feng do?\" , he asks, trusting the others." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " \"If drinks are available here, we can buy rounds for the patrons. I've noticed that alcohol can loosen tongues faster than a kind or intimidating word sometimes.\" \n\nConnor squints at the Drow in a suspicious manner as he notices them.\n\n \"Those four Drow seem to be quite alert, considering the surroundings.\" \n\n((Sense motive on the Drow to see if Connor can get some sort of hint as to the Drows' intentions.\n\n Sense Motive \n (1d20+21)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nFrom the concealing shadows, Gryfe interrupts, \" Perhaps you didn't notice the man who was talking with those two drow as we came in. He disappeared through that door. Wherever you find drow... you find evil and usually illegal things taking place. \"\n\nGryfe slowly draws his sword and scrutinizes the patrons keenly for clues.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'd like to roll Listen, Spot and Search checks...\n\nListen: (1d20+19)[ 30 ] \nSearch: (1d20+18)[ 27 ] \nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 28 ] \n\nI'm looking for anything out of the ordinary.\n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick looks with alarm as Gryfe draws his sword.\n \"We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves. The sword might be a bad idea.\" \nNick will manuver a little closer to the drow, trying to overhear anything they are saying.\n\n \n Spoiler \n listen: (d20+19)[ 34 ] \n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Conner gets the feeling that the drow are guarding something, and that the two reclining on the bench are surely helping the two obvious guards.\n\nNeither Gryfe nor Nick hear the drow, as they are not speaking. Gryfe can hear many interesting, and in some cases stimulating, conversations and sounds from the patrons, but nothing of any real value.\n\nAs Gryfe draws his sword, he sees one of the drow make a very slight, but obviously deliberate motion with his hand." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthums nods for a moment, thoughtfully trying to recall anything he might have heard about this establishment, in particular any items regarding \"back room\" deals or shady merchants who might operate out of the place.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[roll=\"Knowledge Local(Sigil)\"]1d20+26[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Melanthum remembers that the Lady of Pain is reputed to be built upon a much older building that was, according to legend, a temple to the Great Mother.\n\nThe drow continue to watch Gryfe warily, and a half-elven woman wearing a white toga starts walking towards him, her eyes uncertain as to his purpose." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum relays the information to his compatriots in a low voice.\n\n I've heard a few whispers of this place in tavern shadows... chant is that it was built over a much older structure... dedicated to the Beholder goddess, the Great Mother. \n\nHe watches the woman approach, waiting to see what she wants before he reacts." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny, who had followed the group in, stayed at the back of the troop and sulked. He paused as Melanthum's words washed over him. \"Great Mother... no way connected to beholder we know, is there?\" \n\nIt seemed like a big leap in logic, but how many beholders and beholder hang-outs could there be in Sigil? He knew the things were rare - he'd never even seen one in all his 34 years.\n\nThen he shook his head. \"Sonny thinks that if that so, might be very bad hiding place for important book.\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick scours his mind to think of any rumors about what exactly the 'Great Mother' is, and any connections it might have to books.\n\n \n Spoiler \n bardic knowledge: (d20+17)[ 37 ] \n \n\n \"Just how big was this older structure Mel? We could have a maze on our hands.\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "Nick has heard tales about the Great Mother, the goddess of the xenophobic Beholders. She lords over magic, fertility, and tyrany and lives in the Abyss.\n\nThe half-elven woman steps close to Gryfe and whispers to him, \"Good sir, Might I ask that you put your weapon away? Such things are not allowed here.\"" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n \n Spoiler \nI actually meant it to be as a concealed gesture, so that the Drow and anybody else wouldn't see it. The sword I mean.\n \n\n\nGryfe withdraws the sword back into the folds of his cloak, as if he had put it away." }, { "author": "....", "message": "(Ah, well, then I figure you can ignore the bit about the half-elf)" }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n\nStill squinting, Connor says, \"Those Drow are very suspicious. It would appear that the four of them are guarding something. Does anyone want to attempt to talk to them? I would, but knowing what I know about Drow would most likely turn that conversation frighteningly fast into a violent and messy confrontation.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "At this, Korral turns to Nick and says: \"Want to try talking to them?\" " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nGiving a smile, Nick agrees. He stands in the middle of the group first and casts 'alter self' to turn himself into a drow, then follows that up by casting 'glibness'. Now that he looks like them, he walks over to them and speaks in elven.\n\n \"My companions and I need to go into that room behind you. The man who went in first is wanted by the Lady of Pain herself and we were already cleared by your boss to apprehend him. It would be in your best interests to let us through.\" \n \n Spoiler \n hide if I need it so no one notices I'm casting or turning into a drow: (d20+5)[ 8 ] \n bluff: (d20+54)[ 60 ] \n " }, { "author": "....", "message": "The drow blink at Nick. The two of them then blink at one another.\n\nOne of them says, \"Jahna is helping the Lady now?\" He shrugs and throws another glance at his partner, \"Well, I won't argue... whats with all the pinkskins, though?\"" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nSmiling, Nick adds \"The pinkskins are in disguise to throw off the enemy. What better way to trick someone?\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "The drow looks sort of out of his depth, but nods and stands aside.\n\n\"Well, hurry up then. I don't think the crazies will be happy to see you, especially if you're on the Lady's orders, but we won't stop you.\"" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n This 'not killing everyone who gets in our way' plan may work after all, Sonny thought idly as he wordlessly trooped past the dark elves, realizing that his pidgin Common would sound rather odd from what was supposed to be a disguised drow." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nNick nods to the drow and thanks them before he beckons the group in and walks inside." }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nMelanthum shrugs and follows after, giving the two drow a single arched eyebrow as he walks past. Though he wasn't exactly sure what was being said, he could tell it was insulting by their tone." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral strides past the Drow, rubbing his neck so as to put his hand near his sword hilt." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\nIs'sara flicks a glance at the drow as she passes so as not to completely ignore them and follows the rest through the door." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng cracks his neck before following the group, feeling awkward indeed when he is walking between two of the powerful elven race." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n\nConnor clenches his jaw as he walks past the Drow, knowing that if he lost his composure, he would start a fight with the Drow, and that would not be conducive to their current situation. It was just so hard for him to let an evil person walk off without at least a sound beating." }, { "author": "....", "message": "The door leads to a very long, sloping path. There aren't actual stairs, just a gentle incline leading downward. After perhaps twenty feet down, the incline ends at a low arch, flanked by two burning torches. Beyond this archway is a hallway about ten feet wide, made of grayish stone carved into blocks. The hallway extends out into darkness." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((Connor has darkvision out to 60ft.))\n\nConnor attempts to peer into the darkness to see if he can make out any discerning marks.\n\n Spot \n (1d20+21)[ 36 ] \n\nIf the darkness stretches on farther than he can see, Connor will look around for any loose stone, cast daylight on it and huck it down the hallway into the darkness." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n \n Spoiler \nGryfe also has Darkvision out to 120 Feet, so I'll just roll Listen, Search and Spot checks I guess...\n\nListen: (1d20+19)[ 24 ] \nSearch: (1d20+18)[ 35 ] \nSpot: (1d10+19)[ 29 ] \n \n\n\nGryfe slowly inches his blindfold up to examine the area with his naturally powerful darkvision, before pulling it back down again." }, { "author": "....", "message": "At the very farthest reaches of his darkvision, Gryfe can make out what may be an archway similar to the one they came through. Other than that, the corridor is simply blank stone. The faintest sound of someone speaking in an odd way can be barely heard over the ringing silence.\n\nThere are a few loose rocks here and there." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((Darkvision 60 feet here as well))\n\n Sonny \n\nSonny brushed his hand against the arch. His high-pitched voice is pitched somewhat lower, as though he is afraid something might overhear. \"Worked stone. Strange, hidden passageway. This normal for Sigil brothels? This starting to seem like worse and worse idea to Sonny.\" he complained, looking nervous." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "Connor has daylight at will. He'll pick up a piece of loose stone, cast daylight on it and chuck it down the hallway.\n\n Attack Roll \n (1d20+13)[ 15 ] \n\n((Aiming for the spot of ground at the very edge of my darkvision))" }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": "Feng tries to jump onto the arch\n\n \n Spoiler \njump check (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \nclimb check (to actually get up on it) (1d20+18)[ 32 ] \n \n\n\nFeng falls flat on his face and growls." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral closes his eyes as he feels the very air around him, his sword openly drawn, a dull but harsh yellow glow emerging from it." }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick allows everyone else to make light and then looks through the hallway, still in his drow disguise." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "Showing signs of discomfort, Is'saras lips silently move in celestial." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Originally Posted by dyslexicfaser \n ((Darkvision 60 feet here as well))\n\n Sonny \n\nSonny brushed his hand against the arch. His high-pitched voice is pitched somewhat lower, as though he is afraid something might overhear. \"Worked stone. Strange, hidden passageway. This normal for Sigil brothels? This starting to seem like worse and worse idea to Sonny.\" he complained, looking nervous. \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nJust FYI, it's at the edges of my darkvision, which is double that of yours, so you don't actually see it just by standing there... 😉\n \n\n Gryfe \n\nGryfe slowly advances through the arch, staying alert, as he peers beyond... attempting to locate the sound of the voices coming from the end of the hallway." }, { "author": "....", "message": "(I'm assuming that Connor threw the stone with light on it before Feng tried to jump across the hallway, creating illumination down the hall, enough for those with darkvision to see the arch....)\n\nFeng makes a running leap down the hallway, he falls quite short, and lands hard on the ground, grunting in pain. As he starts to get up, there's a quiet, but very audible click sound, and the stones beneath him fall away.\n\nEven his uncanny barbarian reflexes aren't fast enough for Feng to roll away, and he falls down a deep pit. Feng takes 15 points of bludegeoning damage from the fall. At the bottom of the pit are several large, sharp spikes. One of the spikes hits Feng's breastplate hard enough to leave a dent in it, but Feng falls off to the side of the spike, unharmed.\n\nThe rest of the party can hear a loud ringing sound from up ahead. The pit is nearly one-hundered feet across, with only a very small ledge around the sides of the hallway." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n\nConnor will edge toward the pit and look to see what made the noise. If he sees Feng, he will try and help him out of the pit." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral dashes towards the pit, peering over the side to see if Feng's alright." }, { "author": "Tyrolin", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAck! I read your post wrong, ..., I had a misconception about the placement of the arch. That's not exactly what I meant to do...\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Oh..... well, jeeze, that sort of ruins the trap...\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((I was talking aboiut the arch we're at, with the torches, not the one Gryfe can see. Or qwas I mistaken, and there aren't two arches? 🤨 ))\n\n Sonny \n\nSonny followed along after Korral, more sedately. He looked at the span of empty space, annoyed. He hadn't renewed his spell of Dark Way that morning, anticipating the need for more martial spells, and was now metaphorically kicking himself for it. He didn't have any way of bridging the gap or of fishing their barbarian out of the pit.\n\nHe peered over the edge, before turning back towards the rest of the party. \"Well, Sonny is stumped. Suggestions?\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\n\" That's... not good ,\" Is'sara commented as she listened to the Feng crash to the bottom of the pit. She sets her pack down and fetches a length of rope. \" I hope it's long enough... unless someone else has a better idea ?\"" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n \"Here, I've got some rope too. If it's not long enough we can tie ours together.\" Nick shifts out of his drow disguise, allowing his equipment to reform on him. He then draws his rope out of his haversack and lowers it down to Feng." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((How wide is the hallway we are currently in? Wide enough to allow full wingspan/flying? Doubtful, but I figured I'd ask before I go and make assumptions.))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Are we going to move on or are we just going to sit here?\" Korral asks impatiently." }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " \"We have a comrade who has just fallen into a pit, and you just want to move along?\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((Isn't he dead, since Tyrolin got banned?))" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((OOC: Yes, but from a roleplaying perspective, our characters wouldn't just leave him down there. Not even Sonny, who is pretty much the evilest of the lot. Hmm... I wonder if Zimmia's character would let me get away with bringing Feng back as an Awakened Mummy. I do so love mummies.))\n\n Sonny \n\nSonny looked down at the pit. \"Someone - who is not Sonny - want to go down and rescue Feng, maybe? Sonny not even bring rope.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "((OOC: yah no, Is'sara won't let you bring his corpse back as a mummy - nice try though 😁 ))\n\n Is'sara \n\nWorking with Nick to tie the two lengths of rope together, Is'sara looks at the others. \" Why don't you lower me down there? Then I can heal him and tie the rope around him and you all can haul him up, and then lower the rope back down for me.\" she asks looking with slight disbelief at Korral." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((OOC: Oh, sure, ruin all my evil fun. Durned good-aligned clerics 😁 ))\n\n Sonny \n \"Sounds like good plan. No worries,\" he told her, patting her elbow (the highest part of her he could reach) reassuringly. \"Sonny stay here like good goblin while girl trapped inside death pit with hurt orc barbarian likely mad with pain and rage.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by dyslexicfaser \n ((OOC: Oh, sure, ruin all my evil fun. Durned good-aligned clerics 😁 )) \n \n\nClerics of Pelor - spoiling your undead-creating fun since... well... forever 😉\n \n\n Is'sara \n\n\" If necessary, that's what command spells are for my small friend. Such encounters aren't required to end in brutality ,\" Is'sara smiles and she begins to tie the rope around her waist." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral shrugs at Is'sara's look. \"I've lost dear friends before, and I left them in the dirt, while I hardly knew Feng. There are times and places for grief, and in the middle of events such as this hardly seem to be the right time. Then again, perhaps I've become to accustomed to death. My training was in two of the most pragmatic of the disciplines of the divine way.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\n\" Lost as in 'fell down a hole and not going to check whether he's alive?' We serve very different gods, you and I, \" Is'sara replies, her eyes hardening. \" If this is the group concensus then so be it .\" She raises an eyebrow to the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \n My listen check isn't wonderful - but let's try it anyway. Listening for sounds from the pit. (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral points over the side of the pit. \"See that spike sticking out of Feng's chest? That indicates death,\" he says sarcastically." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Dorizzit \n Korral points over the side of the pit. \"See that spike sticking out of Feng's chest? That indicates death,\" he says sarcastically. \n \n\n\n((OOC: no, I never got a description from .... saying that - If he posted it then I missed it and I apologize. I'm playing in character just the same as you are - but I think we're looking at two different scenes right now))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((Ah. I was taking a creative liberty in saying that there was a spike through Feng's chest, but I assumed it wasn't an unreasonable assumption))" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((OOC: Until .... lets us know what happened, anyhow. Those of us with darkvision could presumably see into the hole to see what happened to Feng.))" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nJust assume I told you guys what happened to him...\n " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Right now there's different interpretations of what happened to him - that's why we need our DM 😦\n " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "Nick looks at the pit sadly. \"Should we really leave the body behind though? I'd like to save him if we could, but if nothing else, leaving the body behind may cause trouble in the future.\" \n\n(ooc- Nick has no way of looking into the pit so he has no idea if he's dead or not, only going off 'there is a spike in him')" }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " \"Dead or not, he doesn't deserve to fester down in some pit. Is'sara, I will help you.\" \n\nHe will then help tie the rope off and lower Is'sara as carefully as possible down into the pit." }, { "author": "....", "message": "As the party tries to decide what to do about Feng's sudden death, the ringing noise from down the corridor gets louder. You hear loud shouts and those with darkvision see five black-robed men clustering around the archway opposite the one you all came in from.\n\nRoll initiative.\n\n \n Spoiler \n The hallway is ten feet wide and twenty feet high. The pit runs the length of the hall, 100 feet, and takes up all buy a very small foot wide ledge on either side.\n " }, { "author": "WhiteKnight777", "message": " Melanthum \n\nOnce again, Melanthum finds himself with a suddenly dead comrade. This time, however, he simply sighs and shakes his head as he hears the approaching cultists. He shakes his head again, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.\n\n You know, I really do hate cultists. Bad uniforms, bad taste, generally brainless, and they never seem to run out no matter how many you incinerate. \n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral, his sword already out, snaps his focus onto his enemies, reacting with lightning speed to their presence.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Is'sara \n\n\" They generally smell bad too ,\" Is'sara adds to Melanthum's comments, as she works to untie the rope from around her middle.\n\n (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n \n Spoiler \n no matter what I roll I imagine I'm going to lose initiative to try and get this rope off - if it doesn't unknot I'll use a knife anyway\n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Sonny \n\nSonny's grin was not a pleasant thing to behold. \"\"Sonny likes cultists. Nobody to miss them.\" \n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 14 ](16) " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": " Connor \n \"They barely provide any kind of warm-up for one's skills,\" Connor adds as he gets ready to fight.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nEdit: Aw, dammit, haha." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " Gryfe \n\nGryfe merely smiles, and draws his swords. Backing up a bit, he prepares to spring over the pit...\n\n (1d20+16)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nInitiative: (d20+9)[ 29 ] \n\nBefore drawing his weapons, Nick asks \"Who wants a free dimension door over the pit? I'm sure some of you don't want to jump it.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Korral quickly responds: \"Yes, please.\" " }, { "author": "....", "message": "(Nick and Gryfe have even initiative, both of them beat the cultists. After them go the cultists, then the rest of you in normal initiative order.)" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Quxelopqr \n Nick \n\nInitiative: [roll0]\n\nBefore drawing his weapons, Nick asks \"Who wants a free dimension door over the pit? I'm sure some of you don't want to jump it.\" \n \n\n Gryfe \n\n\" Oh I'm quite sure I'd like to jump it... definitely jump it... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nCan the robed figures see us? What's the jump DC to cross the huge pit? I was gonna leap attack across it for a bunch of damage...\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Well, em, the pit is 100 feet across... so the DC is 100. You could make it with a 95, but then you'd have to make the reflex save to grab the edge of the pit and climb over.\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIs that for a running jump...? I've got a Jump Mod of +40... bah. Nevermind, I guess I'll have to Dim-Door across.\n " }, { "author": "....", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Hey, I'm not saying you can't make it. If you get a natural 20 I'd give it to you 😉\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThat's a 5% chance. I highly doubt it.\n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((I will be incommunicado for the next couple of days, til about Christmas. Feel free to NPC me if necessary. I am at the bottom of the Init, so if possible, my character will fly across the pit to the figures. If not, if there's an open Dimension Door (never played a high level caster so I don't know how that works, lol) he'll take that. If not, he'll try and get around the pit as fast as possible and attack.))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((So are the top Initiative people going to do something or just talk about jumping a ridiculously long pit?))" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": " Nick \n\nHP: 92 AC: 27 (17 touch, 22 flatfooted)\n\nNick will cast dimension door (taking up to 5 other people) and appear across the pit, closer to the cultists." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI guess Gryfe will delay to Init Count 28 and get a free Dim Door across the pit. I'll then post some actions in a few hours.\n " }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((I'm back. Connor's actions depend on if he was Dim Doored or if he has to make his own way across))" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((OOC: Hey \"....\", isn't it the cultist's turn?))" }, { "author": "Cyrus112", "message": "((Has our DM gone AWOL?))" }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((Certainly seems like it, huh? A shame, too. This was the quickest-posting game I'd found on these forums.))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((This is made more likely because I sent him a PM a while back and received no answer...and his last activity was 15 days ago...))" }, { "author": "Quxelopqr", "message": "((That's sad...I liked this game. Hope he comes back.))" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((Yeah....))" } ]
[ { "author": "Highwarlord", "message": "The pale marble of Citadus glistens in the noonday sun. The armor of the soldiers standing atop its battlements, crossbows and pole arms held at the ready position by its defendants matches this glow with the glitter of steel. It would be an almost beautiful sight, were it not for the fate that each man knew was in store - the forces of chaos were soon to attack.\nBehind layers of the fortress walls, in a tower high enough to overlook the plains and forest on the other side of them a council of war had been called. The elite defenders from all across the realm met there with the general of the fortress, a weary old man whose grey beard, bald head, and golden capre were far more remarkable than his meager tactical prowess. It was obvious to all members of the gathering that this man was but the figurehead of the defense. It was up to the elite gathered before him to command the defense.\nMusing as he strokes his beard, he addresses these few, charged with the defense of the world:\n \"We all know the situation to be grim. The bizarre entities that were so recently seen in the outlands have already begun their advance. They have erected a camp of sorts but several miles from the fortress walls. The villagers at the base of this citadel's plateau have already begun to fear for their lives. We have received a messenger of theirs begging for us to send escorts to bring these people behind our walls. However . . .\" he sighs as he looks at the map before him \"Our forces number but four hundred strong . . . and the enemy shall arrive shortly. We stand between the world and oblivion . . . their lives may need be sacrificed.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "A man sits in the corner of the room, leaning back with his boots crossed, a posture indicating relaxation, although truly he is entirely focused on the discussion room. He wears an odd outfit, with supple leather boots, comfortable cloth pants, and a chain shirt overlaying a white shirt with long sleeves. Resting at his left side are a small shield and a mid-sized spear. Resting on his right side is a large dog with sleek, brown fur and large fangs. His reputation precedes him as Alyas, a mercenary and Warmage of some repute. When the conversation begins in earnest, he leans forward and takes out a small rectangle of metal, flicking the hinged lid off, revealing a small flame, and then snapping it shut, opening it and snapping it shut repeatedly." } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 19: Zelandros vs. Shrimish \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\nAnd\n 300 GP for second\n600 GP for first \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Let's see if I can outlive a single skele this time.\n\n\nJust acknoweldging thread existence. Still have to buy etc.\n\n init - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Well, you go first, there's no way I can beat that.\n\nInitiative (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\nStill also need to buy things." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 1\n\nAlright, let's get this started. And then let's see how long I last.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStart in O22 with potion (prot. vs. evil) in hand and large shield equipped\nMove: Move to L25\nStandard: Ready action to drink potion upon sight of any moving thing but me.\n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 22 (+2 from tree)\nCurrent Buffs:\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros: Round 1.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStarting in K5\nStandard Action:\nCast a Rapid Summon Monster 1 for a Fiendish Raven.\nI will summon in 30 feet in the air at K5.\nIt will then fly to K19 and land on the edge of the barn and attempt to hide\n (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \n. If it sees Shirmish it will use a free action to yell \"Nevermore\".\n\nMove Action:\nK5 to 02\n \n\n\nNeed a Ref Check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 13, Tree Included\nPosition: 02\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures: Raven 3 rounds\nImmediate Magic: None Used\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1, Summon Undead 1\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMavian\n \n Spoiler \n Your summoned raven is not a familiar, only raven familiars can speak.\n(what's the name of a raven's sound? Screech?Squeak?😦 )\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nRaven's craw. So it will yell \"Nevermore\" in raven... so \"Craw\"\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "More left outedness. Heh. Made up a word.\n\nEnd of turn or no?" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Morb had a question, so he still has to make his ruling.\n\nThen it will be your turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMavian\n \n Spoiler \n When your raven arrives at K19 it craws\n \n\n\nBronz\n \n Spoiler \n You hear a raven's craw from the rooftop of the barn, make a spot check\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot a specialty of mine.\n spot - (1d20-1)[ 2 ] \n\nAlso, does this qualify as a my readied action trigger? If so, I drink the potion.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nBronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry but your readied action was very specific \"Ready action to drink potion upon sight of any moving thing but me.\" and you couldn't spot the source of the noise\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 2\n\nI'm assuming ruling was made. It's done on my end anyway.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDrink protection from evil potion. Draw Spear.\n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 22 (+2 from tree)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 1/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMavian\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS (from you anyway)\n \n\n\nBronz\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRaven - Round 2\nIf the raven still has LoS, he's going to craw again and remain where he is.\nElse he's going to launch into the sky and circle Shirmishs general posititon.\n\nZelandros -\nMove Action - Depends on the Raven\nIf he craws, I'm going to move to double move to R7\nIf he doesn't craw, I'm going to move to K6 and being casting Summon Undead 1.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 13, Tree Included\nPosition: -\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures: Raven 2 rounds\nImmediate Magic: None Used\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1 , Summon Undead 1\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMavian\n \n Spoiler \n Your raven craws again. I guess this means that you are at R7 And no LoS\n \n\n\nBronz\n \n Spoiler \n You hear a raven's craw from the rooftop of the barn, again. No LoS\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Just saying I'm still here. Unsure if it is my turn or not." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Your turn Bronz" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 3\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard: Full Defense\n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 26(28 against evil) (+2 from tree +4Full Defense +2Prot from Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 2/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 3\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe crow will craw once again if Shirmish has remained still, if not, it will fly to R17\n\nZelandros:\nFull-Round Action:\nDouble move to R17\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 13, Tree Included\nPosition: -\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures: Raven 1 rounds\nImmediate Magic: None Used\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1 , Summon Undead 1\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMavian\n \n Spoiler \n You raven craws again and no LoS\n \n\n\nBronz\n \n Spoiler \n You hear a craw from the roof once more and no LoS\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 4\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEdit for clarification:\nStay put and..\n\nStandard: Full Defense\n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 26(28 against evil) (+2 from tree +4Full Defense +2Prot from Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 3/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Just checking in. Probably need a LoS check then your turn Mav." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Completely missed that you posted, will get that LoS check." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Zelandros\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\nShermish\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 4\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull-Round Action:\nStart Casting Summon Undead 1\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 13, Tree Included\nPosition: -\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures:\nImmediate Magic: None Used\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1, Summon Undead 1 \n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Zelandros\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\nShermish\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\nShermish is up" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 5\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay put and..\n\nStandard: Full Defense\n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 26(28 against evil) (+2 from tree +4Full Defense +2Prot from Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 4/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 5\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFinish Casting my first Skeleton into R23 with no mist. If he has line of sight to Bronz he will point at him, before charging.\n \n\n\nNot done yet. Need a ref check" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nTo Zelandros\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou skeleton appears in R23 Before pointing to the SW\nIt then moves out of your LoS as it heads into the P column\nI assume you want it to attack? It can't charge but it can reach to stand next to him, not that you know this. So roll an attack if you want it to - i assume you want it to stand next to him\n \n\n\nTo Shirimish\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou see a skeleton appear in R23 with NO mist before trotting over and standing in N24 (this may change)\n \n\n\nStill Zelandros's turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 5 Con't.\n\nAssuming there is line of sight due to my skeletons pointing, if not ignore this whole post.\n\n Move Action: \nR17 to P22\n Standard Action: \nCast a Rapid Summon Undead 1 not sure exactly where its going due to LoS, , but it will move to flank after appearing.\n\nFirst Skeleton:\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\nSecond Skeleton:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] +2 from flanking\nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 11,\nPosition: P22\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures:\nImmediate Magic: None Used\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x1, Rapid Summon Monster 1, Summon Undead 1\n \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Ok. Informational post for you and me since you just entered this side.\n\nShirmish is in L25. Your first skeleton got to N24 with it's first move. In order to get next to me it has to move one more square, to M24.\n\nYour second skeleton then would move to K26 to flank. I believe with your spell range and the skele's move it can still attack, though it misses.\n\nAnd you are on P22." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "R23 to M24 is 25 feet, my skeleton has a movement of 30. It still misses you, but it can reach there and attack.\n\nSo yeah, Me on P22, Skeletons on M24 and K26 and you sandwiched in between at L25." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 6\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSwift: Activate Law: Offense\n \n\nFree: Shift\nStandard: Throw Spear at Zelandros\n[roll=attack]1d20+9 [/roll] (+6dex +1bab +1pbshot +3law -2range)\n dmg - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n\nMove: Draw Javelin\n\nThis attack provokes aoo's from both skele's. They better not crit again 😉\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 22(24 against evil) (+2 from tree +2Prot from Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 5/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Gah stupid space!\n\n attack - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Well, I'm poofing anyway, so you don't need to fix your roll 😛\nImmediate Magic: Abrupt Jaunt to P24\nSkeleton 1: AoO\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 8 ](13) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nSkeleton 2: AoO\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 6 ](11) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Yeah, totally forgot about that meh. I hate abrubt jaunt ALMOST as much as I hate invis." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 6 (now in P24)\n\nStandard Action:\nCast Rapid Summon Undead 1 for another skeleton in P25. This third skeleton will then Charge to M25 and attack.\n\nSkeleton 3:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 8 ](13) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\nSkeleton 2:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 5 ](10) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nSkeleton 1:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 18 ](23) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 11,\nPosition: P24\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures: Skeletons 1 and 2: 2/2 Skeleton 3: 1/2\nImmediate Magic: 1/5\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x3\n 1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1, Summon Undead 1 \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 7\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFree: Switch to Law: Defense\nSwift: Activate Travel Devotion\n \n\n\nStandard: Throw Javelin at Zelandros. Take a peek if you're not jaunting.\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] (+6dex +1bab +1pbshot)\n dmg - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nAttack provokes AoO.\n\nAfter that, I loose my shield, which also provokes.\n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 25(27 against evil) (+2 from tree +2Prot from Evil +3law)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 5/10\nCurrent Location: L25\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "With an Ac of 11, you can bet I'm jaunting :p\nAbrupt Jaunt to N 24\nSkeletons all attack on the Javelin launch, and unfortunately don't have Combat Reflexes\n\nSkeleton #1 AoO's:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 18 ](23) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n\nSkeleton #2 AoO's:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 5 ](10) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n\nSkeleton #3 AoO's:\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 12 ](15) Not sure if he gets the flanking bonus. if he does, add 2\nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "All miss, just so you are aware." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Zelandros - Round 7\nSkeletons 1 and 2 vanish\n\nSkeleton 3: Attacks\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 9 ](12) \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\nStandard Action:\nAcid Splash\nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \nDamage: (1d3)[ 1 ] \nCloud fills L25/24 K25/24 acts just like the fog cloud spell, but sickens the people inside it.\n\nEnd of Turn:\nStats:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 7\nAC: 11,\nPosition: P24\nSpeed: 30\nCreatures: Skeleton 3: 2/2\nImmediate Magic: 2/5\nSpells Prepared:\n0th: Caltrops, Acid Splash x2\n 1st: Rapid Summon Undead 1x2, Rapid Summon Monster 1, Summon Undead 1 \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Shirmish - start of round 7\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSwift Action to Move to Q25. Can draw a weapon with a +1ab as part of movement \n \n\n\nFree: Drop shield.\nI move to Q25. Draw my bow as I go. I shoot at you. Twice. I will roll both in spoiler. Used Travel devotion to move.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFree: Switch to Law: Offense\nFull: Rapid Shot\n attack1 - (1d20+10)[ 28 ] (+6dex +1bab +1pbshot +3law +1mw -2rs)\n attack2 - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n dmg1 - (1d8+4)[ 12 ] \n dmg2 - (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nMovement provokes aoo from skele.\n\n\n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 25(27 against evil) (+2 from tree +2Prot from Evil +3law for aoo)\n(AC is 20 after movment, 22 vs. evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Protection from Evil 6/10 Shifted 3/5\nCurrent Location: R25\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Skeletons AoO:\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\nAbrupt Jaunt to L25" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Alright, that means my second shot is what stands. It hits AC 19 and does 7 points of damage (you are still within pb range).\n\nOf course, this assumes I make the concealment check.\nFeel free to check in the attack spoiler (second one down)\n\n concealment - (1d100)[ 98 ] 1-20 misses" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "That takes me to zero. Which means its rematch time." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Wow. I honestly didn't think I had much of a chance there.\n\nGuess we need to wait for another ref to call the match or should we just move forward?" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Get another ref to call it. Get another thread set-up and give me some time to ponder new strategies." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " Shermish is declared the winner and collects the standard rewards " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Xirif Huntinghawk vs. Kurgan \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Initiatize! 😁\n initiative - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Kurgan is declared the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 9: Ledo vs. Zaknefein \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Deathslayer7", "message": "We meet again.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nFor the records I just sent a message to OniLever, hopefully he will show up here before we start DQing people again" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Zaknefein is declared the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 14: Grek Thur vs. Bloatsack the Vile \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Initiative (1d20-1)[ 11 ] \n\nAw man! Lets see if the 7th time is the charm. Don't blind Bloatsack or otherwise cripple him permanently. A nice messy death will do." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "No problem Pal!\n\nOne messy, first round kill, coming up😉\n init - (1d20-6)[ -2 ] " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "No first round kill for you this time!\n\n Bloatsack the Vile round 1: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack starts at Y14 and double moves to U23 with his crossbow in one hand and a grappling hook in the other.\n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: U23 \n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " Grek Thur -2nd to act round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \nStart mounted with spiked chain in one hand and potion of bulls strength in the other. Ride double moving, across the bridge, to U/V 13/14. I then need to make sure I stay in the saddle: ride - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] DC 15 and ride - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] DC 15) As you are allowed to take a standard action at the mid-point of a double move, when the mount is at N/M 13/14 I drink the potion. Note: any checks I did not make are automatic successes.\n\nEDIT: I just realized how poorly worded that is. to rephrase: I double move to U/V 13/14. In order to do that, I need a DC 5 ride check, which I automatically succeed with my +5 bonus. I then need two ride checks for the horse to jump the holes in the bridge. these are DC 5, two more automatic successes. I need a DC 15 ride check, however, to stay in the saddle. That is what the above rolls are for. At the midpoint, I drink a Potion of Bulls strength.\n \n\n\nEnd, Need a LoS check, will edit in stats depending on rolls in spoiler/ \nstats \n Spoiler \n\nAC:14\nHP:11\nPosition:U/V 13/14\nBuffs: Bulls strength 1/30\nMounted: yes\nMount's AC:14\nMount's HP: 22\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "No LoS at this time." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 2: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack throws the grappling hook up to S23, deliberately making it a visible throw. [use rope check [roll]1d20+11/roll] vs. dc14/roll]] and then moves to T26 hiding and moving silently\n\nHide (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: T26 \n \n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "woops. For Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n Use Rope (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\nIt your turn, you might need a LoS check." }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "Grek:\n \n Spoiler \nYou see a grappling hook sail over the cliffs towards S23, with a rope attached\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n move to W/X 15/16, and will continue my move based on if (and where) I see him\n \n\n\nNOT done" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "for Grek\n \n Spoiler \nYou don'e see your opponent yet although you do see the hook and rope abandoned and hanging onto S23.\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " Sorry, no disappeared, still waiting on a LOS check. I posted at least twice in the waiting room, will post again... \nNever mind, didn't see bigmac's post😳" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Ah well, time to go to the last place he could be... Move to W/X 23/24 and need another LoS check\n \n\n\nSTILL not done" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "If Bloatsack had a peg leg and an accordian he'd be doing a wicked shanty while he waited." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n\n@KCiemir\n \n Spoiler \nNeed a Spot check\n \n\n\n@PL\n \n Spoiler \nYou see him move into W/X 23/24\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "For Theterran or other refs:\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20-1)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "So am I up? Such secrecy, SCANDAL!" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "😩 No, its just people aren't on a whole lot this time of year... when they are, they have their own matches, not worrying☹️ about this one..." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nKCiemir\n \n Spoiler \nYou see nothing\n \n\n\nStill KCiemir's turn" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "ugh.\n \n Spoiler \nMove to W/X 12/13\n \n\n\nDone\n\nstats \n Spoiler \nAC:14\nHP:11\nPosition:W/X 12/13\nBuffs: Bulls strength 2/30\nMounted: yes\nMount's AC:14\nMount's HP: 22\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nKCiemir\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\nPL\n \n Spoiler \nYou see him move into W/X 12/13\n \n\n\n\nTo other refs\n \n Spoiler \n And its because of reactions like this that we should avoid asking the players to make spot checks, we should enfroce them to auto roll one each round or roll it ourselves , nothing screams more \" There is a halfling in the bushes\" more than a ref asking for a spot check\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " Since when are Morbius and Terran the same person?" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "@Morbius (or another ref):\n \n Spoiler \nSo does he have cover against me? Can I even see him? Whats up?\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by KCiemir \n Since when are Morbius and Terran the same person? \n \n\nThat's what I get for being lazy and quoting another ref's message >.<\n\n\nPL\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhat is happening is what has been said to you, he was moving south, when he did not see you there he decided to go north to W/X 12/13.\n\nThe stairs are way to low to block your LoS there. And:\n1. If we are still using the character= a cube then he is 10 feet tall right now and\n2. I think you can choose any of his squares to negate cover\n\nSo you can see him and he does not has cover against you\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "This is called 'fishing'. I'm glad KC was biting.\n\n Bloatsack the Vile round 3: \n\nBloatsack attempts to snipe Grek Thur\n\nHeavy Crossbow Attack! (1d20+10)[ 18 ] (taking into account that you can't see me for +2 to attack) /\\ If it threatens (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+2)[ 8 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+2)[ 5 ] \n\nIf you beat my hide DC12: <- yes. this was with -20 taken into account.\n \n Spoiler \nHide (1d20-7)[ 12 ] \nYou see Bloatsack in T26\n \n\nEdit: There was a second spoiler here with a mistaken move. The rolls inside it don't apply anymore.\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: T26 \n \n \n\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\n\nBloatsack, snipping also requires a move action, your second spoiler is not valid" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Really? My bad. Fixing it now...\n\nEdit: Done." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Alright. I need to know if I see you before making any actions, so:\n spot - (1d20-1)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Damn. Alright, I don't know where you are, but I think I can at least know which direction the shot came from. \n Spoiler \nIf it is from the north (top of map), I move to U/V 16/17. If it was, as is more likely given the grappling hook and requisite spot check, from the south (bottom of map) I move to U/V 10/11. If a ref rules that I cannot tell, I move to U/V 10/11\n\neither way, I should have total cover because of the cliffs, but if I do not and he tries to snipe again, ride - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] DC 15 to take cover from my horse.\n \n\n\nDone, but need a ref check\nStats \n Spoiler \nHP:3/11\nAC:14\nPosition: depends on info from refs\nBuffs: Bulls strength 3/30\nMounted: Yes\nMount's AC:14\nMount's HP:22/22\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Grek\n \n Spoiler \nYou move to U/V 10/11. And taking cover wouldn't work because since he is hidden you are flat-footed against his attack and can not take any actions in response to it. Unlike an invisiable opponent, one who is hiding becomes visiable AFTER the attack is resolved so a ready action on sight wouldn't work either.\n \n\n\nBloat\n \n Spoiler \nGrek Thur rides north before heading east and losing sight of you behind the stairs.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 4: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack drops his cutlass as a free action (sticks it in the ground), reloads his crossbow as a standard action, and picks his sword back up as a move action (pulls it back out of the ground).\n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: T26 \n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Sorry about my unannounced absence, I was at a debate tournament that I did not know I was going to, and didn't get a chance to post anything.\n\nGrek's Actions:\n \n Spoiler \n total defense action, move to S/T 13/14\n \n\nDone\n\nStats \n Spoiler \nHP:3/11\nAC:18\nPosition:S/T 13/14\nBuffs: Bulls strength 4/30\nMounted: Yes\nMount's AC:14\nMount's HP:22/22\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Bloatsack\n \n Spoiler \nYou see Grek in S13->T14\n \n\n\nGrek\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nBloatsack is up" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 5: \n\nI have no idea how much cover you get but Bloatsack the Vile again attempts to snipe you!\n\nHeavy Crossbow Attack! (1d20+10)[ 26 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+2)[ 7 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+2)[ 8 ] \n\nThe attack has +2 added in because you can't see me (I think. Otherwise ignore that.)\n\nEdit: DC8 + distance for the spot check. It might not matter though...\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack uses a free action to drop his cutlass before firing and then snipes Grek Thur.\n\nHide (1d20-7)[ 8 ] \n\nHe remains in T26\n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: T26 \n \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I don't think you could have LoE on me. I'll get a ref to decide." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nI really think there is LoE KCiemir, at best you would get cover against his attack" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Yahar! Silver medal here I come!" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "rechecked, and I agree there is LoE...\n\ngg paladin." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Good game to you too. I honestly thought I didn't have a chance." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Bloatsack is declared the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "Darth Solice", "message": "You and I start at the fortress where we are given a quest by the black knight king to find and bring back a great sowrd of evil power to help the horde and black knights on there quest to destroy the alliance and the white knghts.\n\nthis thread is for VILLANS ONLY but if you wish to PM me about changing up the rules that is ok.\n\nthis is a on going quest that will take a long time to complete.\n\nIf you are in the quest and do not wish to play anymore then share the expirence of being killed.\n\nI will be waiting for people, there will be 10 to 15 villans playing, so if you wish to play please post that you are playing.\n\nthe first person to post will be secound in coomand, ounce we have all of our people we will begin the quest in Horde fortress where a army of creature and villans will be waiting to get the sowrd and begin the war.\n\n\" All villans rally to me \"" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: The BAM vs. Nirmian \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Rolling initiative, will still buy things before the match starts.\n\n ini - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok, so I know about the match...will buy some more stuff...\n\nInit: (1d20+4)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Alright.\nSpells prepared (refs only)\n \n Spoiler \n\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image, Shield\n2: Blindness\n \n\n\nAnd, Actions:\n \n Spoiler \n Begin in O21 with scroll of invisibility and scorching ray in hand.\ncast invisibility caster level check - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] DC 4\nRest of action depends on success of the scroll\n \n\n\nNot done" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nDrop used scroll\nmove to P16\n move silently - (1d20)[ 18 ] (+5 dex, -5 full speed)\n\nNOTE: I AM INVISIBLE\n \n\n\nYour Go\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \n\nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs: Invisibility 1/30\nLocation: P16\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image, Shield\n2: Blindness\n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok.\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \nStart in K6 with scroll of shield and expeditious retreat in hands.Double move to F 12 unless LOS is established.-> might change\n \n\n\nFamiliar\n \n Spoiler \nStay in K6, attempt to hide.\nHide: (1d20+16)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nNot done, need LOS.\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC:16 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 4 1lvl\nFamiliar:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 5/5\nAC:16 Touch:15 Flat:14\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n \n\n\n\nNirmian\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "your turn." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \ndouble move to L6\nNote: I am invisible\n move silently part one - (1d20)[ 12 ] \n[roll=move silently part two]1d20[/roll\nOne for each part of my double move\n \n\n\nEnd Turn\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs: Invisibility 2/30\nLocation: L6\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image, Shield\n2: Blindness\n\nReacitve rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n spot - (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Sorry, messed up a roll =(\n \n Spoiler \n\n MS try two - (1d20)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nDouble move to K21\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC:16 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 4 1lvl\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n \n\n\n\nNirmian\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Alright\nActions \n Spoiler \nMove to I6 and look for him\n\nNeed LoS\n \n\n\nNot Done, need LoS" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@The BAM\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Nirmian\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LOS\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Then continuing \n Spoiler \n Move to I-11 and cast silent image in I17\nthe image is an exact copy of Nirmian\n \n\n\nAs a free action, call out \"Come and get me BAM!\"\n\nEnd Turn\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs: Invisibility 3/30\nLocation: I-11\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image, Shield\n2: Blindness\n\nReacitve rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n spot - (1d20)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Free action: I will...when you surrender! \n\nOther actions: \n Spoiler \nMove to L25\n \n\n\nNot done, need LOS.\n\nAlso, question for refs:\n \n Spoiler \nshould I state somewhere that I get the emphatic link from my familiar? because in the last match, my opponent went in my spawn zone, and I could tell the general direction he went...but dunno...think my opponent is hiding in the barn, waiting to surprise me...since he has less hit points, and should finish me quikly...\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS . The voice came from the northwest. And if you want US to remember about your familiar YOU have to remind about him on your post (a simple line \"Familiar continues to hide on XX\" is enough and no, so far you familiar saw nothing\n \n\n\n\nNirmian\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS. His reply came from the southeast\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok.\n\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \nMove to Q25.\n \n\n\nFamiliar:\n \n Spoiler \nKepps hiding in K6\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC:16 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 4 1lvl\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Actions:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to H19, attept to move silently MS - (1d20)[ 13 ] (+5 DEX, -5 movement)\nMaintain concentration on image, having it move to F24\n\nNOTES TO REFS:\n1. I am invisible\n2. The silent image looks exactly like me and is in F24\n \n\n\nDone, but probably want a LOS check\n\nStats \n Spoiler \nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs: Invisibility 4/30\nLocation: H-19 (note, silent image of me at F24)\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image , Shield\n2: Blindness\n\nReacitve rolls:\n spot - (1d20)[ 14 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n\n\n@The BAM\n \n Spoiler \nYou see Nirmian moving south and stopping in F24.\n \n\n\n@Nirmian\n \n Spoiler \nYou see The BAM in Q25.\n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Oh, crud...I am unprepared...will cast a spell from a scroll, and then drop it as a free action.\n \n Spoiler \nCasting shield.Still have a scroll of Exp. retreat in hand.\n \n\n\nThen I move to T23.\n\nYour go." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Spellcraft check to identify that spell.\nwill take actions depending in result.\n (1d20+11)[ 18 ] DC 15 for 0th or 16 for 1st" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Ah, well, I guess I'll just do my actions. \n Spoiler \nmove to P22, have image appear to double-move to T20. Attempt to move silently (1d20)[ 7 ] \n\nNOTE: I am invisible\n \n\n\nYou see Nirmian double move to T20 (YAY color spray range, BOO no standard action) \n\nGo\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs: Invisibility 5/30\nLocation: P22 (note, silent image of me at T20)\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image , Shield\n2: Blindness\n\nReacitve rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n spot - (1d20)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "So, I will cast a spell at you then...\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (1d8)[ 6 ] \nIncase you wonder what spell it is, lets just say that it looks somewhat like a little fireball...(lesser orb of fire...)\n\nThen I move to V25.\n\nEdit: so close to kill you, needed +2 on my roll..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Make a DC 17 will save\n\nif you make it, read this: \n Spoiler \nthe thing you shot at is an illusion\n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Will save: (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n\nWell, ** me...was thinking it was an illusion when you said make a will save..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n move to T25 and cast blindness. Caster level check: (1d20+1)[ 9 ] DC 8\n \n\n\nNot done" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "You see Nirmian appear in T25 as he finishes casting a spell\nyou need a DC 18 Fort save.\nIf you fail it: \n Spoiler \nyou go blind😛\n \n\nif you make it, nothing happens\n\nSpell if you beat a DC 22 spellcraft check \n Spoiler \nblindness\n \n\n\nIts your turn after you attempt the save\nSTATS \n Spoiler \nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs:\nLocation: T25\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image , Shield\n2 : Blindness \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "How the hell do you appear there?!? you are barely level 1...god, I hate you.\n\nFort save: (1d20)[ 15 ] \n\nPlease Ladybird of luck, help me again beat the odds.\n\n. So I go blind...that means I cant target you? or what? can I attempt to cast a spell in the last place I saw you? without bonuses to aiming?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nI don't think there is anything that prevents you from aiming at the last square you saw him with your normal bonuses, but he will at least have 50% concealment" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok.\nSo I will attack him with a lesser orb of fire. Hope it hits.\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nConcealment: (1d100)[ 93 ] - just tell me exactly the numbers of the miss...\n\nOk, so I roll everythink on this trump card. Hope I get lucky.\n\nWell...seems my luck wont hold in this particular match...since no spells I cast actually hit anything...\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 20 Touch:15 Flat:12\nBlinded\nBuffs: Shield 3/10\n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Also, since I am blinded, will just listen for you...\nListen: (1d20-1)[ 4 ] umm...do you get a bonus to listen checks because you are blind? In RL you kinda get, but dunno..." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Ref Morbius\n\nI don't remember anything about a bonus to listen, I would need to check, but the miss chance for total concelament is 50% as I noted in my previous post, so just add a \"hits on a XX to XX\" on your next roll" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "oh, ok. So for my move action, I pull out a small vial and hold it in my hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIt is a vial of acid\n \n\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMove to N21, double moving with a half-move each time so I can move silently\n MS - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\nBayar, it is a scroll of invisibility. It took a caster level check of DC 4, and cost 150 GP. Honestly, its overpowered, but when my opponent has 9 more HP than me, and access to two spells that block magic missile, I need something.\n\nEnd\nSTATS \n Spoiler \n\nAC:15\nHP:4\nBuffs:\nLocation: N21\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image , Shield\n2: Blindness \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok, so my turn.\n\nFree action: Listen, I am in a disadvantage here...being blind and all...so to have the same chances, I suggest the following: you move next to me and we do a little morningstar roulette....is that fair? I think so. \n\nWhat I mean to say: You cast a spell at me, i get AOO with my unnarmed strike which will definately not hit you, since my strenght is as low as the Marianas Thrench...then I cast a spell at you , only 0 level, and you get an AOO and attempt to hit me with your big morningstar...\n\nStandard action: cast a spell upon myself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 26 Touch:15 Flat:12\nBlinded. +2 Ac, +1 reflex from tree\nBuffs: Shield 4/10\n Mage armor 1/600\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nJust FYI, you can't make AoOs while blind.😦" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n Ref Morbius \n\nJust FYI, you can't make AoOs while blind.😦 \n \n\nok, one more reason you should accept then..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Free action: Respond \"we'll see... I'll just need to get ready... And you hear a spell cast to the North east \n Spoiler \nMage armor\n \n DC 21 spellcraft to find out what.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI then move 20 ft, moving silently MS - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] to R 20\n \n\n\nEnd\nStats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC:19\nHP:4\nBuffs:Mage Armor 1/600\nLocation: R20\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor, Color Spray, Silent image , Shield\n2: Blindness \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok...\nso no spellcraft check for me...because havent trained it, and doubt that I can identify a spell being cast while I am blind...damn blindness...it has only 1 advantage...it made me immune to color spray 😁\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20-1)[ 2 ] \nDont think I will hear anything...except him splating the out of me with his mace...but since I can hear if he casta a spell, I will go aahead and ready an action to cast an acid orb in the direction from where the spellcasting sounds come...\n \n\n\nFree action: You know, killing a blind kobold without offering him a chance to at least attempt to fight you...can lead to a scandal...you know...racist stuff... \n\nYour turn..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Yeah, that no color spray thing is a problem. Well, actions \n Spoiler \nMove to X24. double moving to move silently MS - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n \n\n\nForgot to say Done\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \n AC:19\nHP:4\nBuffs:Mage Armor 2/600\nLocation: X24\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st: Mage Armor , Color Spray, Silent image, Shield\n2 : Blindness \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "My actions...you got to be ing kidding me...what the hell can I do blind?\n \n Spoiler \nListen check: (1d20-1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Is your turn complete?" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "yeah, what, would you expected to cast dispel or something? Your turn..." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by bayar \n My actions...you got to be **ing kidding me...what the hell can I do blind? \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\n\nForfeit, pray for a +20 listen roll or find a smart way out of this😉" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n Ref Morbius \n\n\nForfeit, pray for a +20 listen roll or find a smart way out of this😉 \n \n\n\nYeah, a +20, I can get a max of 19...with a natural 20..." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \nMove to Z21 and cast scorching ray from scroll. CLcheck - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] DC4.\n \n\nIf thats successful, I shoot a scorching ray at you.\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] VS your touch AC with no Dex Mod (should be just 10)\n damage - (4d6)[ 9 ] \n\nWe'll see how that does.\n\n\nEDIT: a hit for 9 points.\nEDIT2: It comes at you from the North-East\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nHP:4/4\nAC:19\nPosition: Z21\nBuffs: Mage Armor 3/600\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x3\n1st : Mage Armor, Silent Image , Shield, Color Spray\n2nd: Blindness \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": " Grr...you attack a defenseless kobold...are you happy?Just come near me and shove a spell, if you have the guts ! you chicken ! \n\nCast a spell from the direction the ray came from.\n\nAttack: (1d20)[ 1 ] \nConcealment: (1d100)[ 67 ] \n\nThe spell gets royally screwed...also, it was acid splash in case you were wondering." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMove silently to Z23 [roll=1d20+5[/roll]\nCast a ray of frost\ndrop prone\n \n\n\nCasting ray of frost at you, from somewhere behind you.\n\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] (against touch AC with no dex mod)\n damage - (1d3)[ 3 ] \n Stats to come \n \n Spoiler \n\nHP:4/4\nAC:19\nPosition: Z23\nBuffs: Mage Armor 4/600\nSpells:\n0th: Ray of frost x2 Ray of frost x1 \n1st: Mage Armor, Silent Image, Shield, Color Spray\n2nd: Blindness \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Messed up a roll, sorry.\n \n Spoiler \n MS - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "Ok, cast in the direction from where the ray came from...my last spell in this match, all or nothing...\nSudden maximize orb of lesser fire !\n\nattack: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nconcealment: (1d100)[ 79 ] \n\nEdit...Umm...think that hit and dealt a full 8 damage...\n\nEdit2: if it did not hit for whatever reason, then surrender...\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 1/13\nAC: 26 Touch:15 Flat:12 (touch only 10 for being blind...)\nBlinded. +2 Ac, +1 reflex from tree\nBuffs: Shield 8/10\nMage armor 5/600\nspells: 0lvl: oooxx ; 1lvl: xxxx\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I think that missed... AC 15 normally, 19 after mage armor, and 23 for being prone. If you want you can call a ref to check to make sure..." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLesser Orb of Fire is a ranged touch attack, last I checked, so the +4 armor from Mage Armor doesn't apply. Thus, the BAM lands a hit on Nirmian.\n\n The BAM is declared the Winner! " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Orbs are ranged TOUCH attacks, so mage armor does not help you. If the concealment check was passed (didn't see where he declared above or below 50) then the spell does indeed hit.\n\n\nEdit: Look out for Ninjas!" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "wow...now that was a good match...and honestly, I was thinking thee is no way in hell I can land a hit while blind...too many variables..." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "High Ref Mav:\n\nUm... I don't think certain things have been taken into consideration in this ruling.\n\nFrom Blinded :\n\nAll opponents are considered to have total concealment (50% miss chance) to the blinded character.\n\nFrom Total Concealment: \nIf you have line of effect to a target but not line of sight he is considered to have total concealment from you. You can’t attack an opponent that has total concealment, though you can attack into a square that you think he occupies\n\nBayar has to state which square he is attacking, before concealment is even considered. Which means his attack has not hit yet." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Since he's blinded, stating that he attacks where the ray came from is not enough. He can know a general direction, but Bayer will have to state a square specifically that he wants to attack." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nI missed the part about the Blindness. I thought I was dealing with a regular form of concealment.\n\nLooks like the BAM isn't the winner just yet. He needs to guess the correct square in which Nirmian is before we can call it in his favor." }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "oh, damn, that sucks...well I will look at the map...I know he is somewhere behind me... Since I am in V25....I will go with V26." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nWhat is the listen DC for casting? Is it 0 or -10? If if is -10 he did had a 16 listen roll(I just don't know if it was this turn) and it would be enough to know the square" }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "-10 for a battle, but since he needs to speak with a loud voice, I guess you can preety much hear him, unless he uses silent spell...\n\nSo I should know from which square he is casting? or the general direction?\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n Ref Morbius \n\nWhat is the listen DC for casting? Is it 0 or -10? If if is -10 he did had a 16 listen roll(I just don't know if it was this turn) and it would be enough to know the square \n \n\nIt was in theround when he hit me with 9 HP damage... I should have known the square, but did not....seems that someone didnt take that in account...." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "OK, so this match seems to have gotten fairly screwed up...\n\nI suggest we call Kyeudo, have him make a definite ruling on what happens (if you heard exactly where I was, if you should have known earlier, et cetera.\n\n\nThat way, this confusion will end, and either you heard me, and I lose, or you didn't, and we keep going. I don't really care if I win at this point, I just want a ruling one way or the other😩 ." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nI believe I previously ruled on the volume of spellcasting. It is a DC 0 check, not DC -10, so the BAM does not hear Nirmian well enough to pinpoint his location. Since he failed to guess the proper location, unless I missed something major, he misses with his Orb of Fire and the match continues." }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "umm...so he is not in v26? then how can he be behind me? if he was say in u26, it would have been spellcasting sounds from the SW, and if he were to cast from w26, it would have been spellcasting sounds from SE...so how CAN he shoot from behind me?\n\nLook, I grew bored of this match...so lets do something different. Lets let luck decide, we each roll a d100, whoever has highest wins. Like: if you get higher, I surrender. If I get higher, you surrender, or get hit by the orb, whatever...k?" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I think that gives you a much greater chance of winning, but if you don't want to continue, than there is no reason to draw it out. I accept your offer, and so will roll here. whoever rolls higher wins.\n\n FTW - (1d100)[ 89 ] " }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "WOW !!! an 89...hard to beat....umm...ok, I will try. FOR MY COUNTRY !!!\n\n (1d100)[ 10 ] \n please let it be higher than 89, pleasepleaseplease... \n\npreety much relevant...you won I lost...\n\nEDIT 2: Checking the spoiler tags, a riddle has spawned in my brain, how were you behind me when you were east from me?\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by KCiemir \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove silently to Z23 [roll=1d20+5[/roll]\nCast a ray of frost\ndrop prone\n \n\n\nCasting ray of frost at you, from somewhere behind you.\n\n (1d100)[ 10 ] (against touch AC with no dex mod)\n[roll1] \n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Simple... I thought you were facing west. If it really is a big deal, and you think the outcome is unfair because of it, I am open to suggestions as to how to handle it, given that you already read the spoilers." }, { "author": "Bayar", "message": "yeah, that is quite a dilemma...think that match restart is out of the question...\n\nBut normally, you can be facing in every direction, that is how LOS works at least...so you should have used it...but whatever...what a High Ref will rule goes...." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLet this be a lesson in why not to use relative prepositions in a system that doesn't define facing.\n\n Nirmian is declared the Winner! \n\nGL to you both in your next matches." } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Jocco vs. Bulch \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco \n A ugly man, full of scars and with mechanically enlarged limbs, grins in a evil and mad way at Blunch. He waves his halberd wildly at the water orc and hissis: \"prepared to die?\" \n Ini - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiative - (1D20-2)[ 10 ] \n\n\" Im prepared to do the killing halberd boy.\n\nBring it. \"\n\nStarting in Y13, with a javelin in each hand." }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco, round 1 \n\nJocce hussles from B13 to M13 and makes obscure and provoking signs and faces from behind the glass wall at Bulch/Blunch.\n\nStats (you may look):\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP:11\nAC 17 (+5 armor, -1 Deformaty (tall), +2 Dex, +1 Expertise)\nBuffs: none\nPosition: M13, halbert drawn.\n \n\n\nYou're up." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "Bulch\n\n\" Come to me you huge freak-man. \"\n\nMove to X4.\n\nTo refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nready an action to throw one of my javelins at him if he enters LoE.\n Attack - (1D20+5)[ 9 ] \n Damage - (1D6+6)[ 8 ] \n \n\n Stats - Prefer to keep Ref only look on my sheet if you really want to :) http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.p..._char&cid=5958 \n \n Spoiler \n\nHP ; 11/11\nAC 18\nSaves; +2 +4 -2\nLocation; X4\n " }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco, round 2 \n\nI assume your done.\nJocco moves from M13, M11, N11, O12 to R12. He crouches behind the pilar (total defence).\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 [24 if cover applies] (+5 armor, -1 Deformaty (Tall), +2 Dex, +4 TD)\nBuffs: none\nPosition: R12, halbert drawn.\n \n\n\nI'm done." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "When crossing my LoE I throw a javelin, which misses you.\n\nI figure tthis gives you the last bit of movement if you wanna take it - or keep it the same.\n\nThen my turn but i only get a move action\n\nThen your turn\n\nThen my turn." }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco, round 2 redone \n\nWhen Jocco enters P12, Blunch's javelin flies over his head and he desides to take a different path: he hussels to the water-orc and stops at W5. He grins at the female barbarian, while he circles his weapon above his head.\n \"Run, run, as fast as you can, worm!\", he giggles \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 16 (+5 Armor, -1 Def., +2 Dex)\nBuffs: none\nPosition: W5.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Bulch \n\n5ft step to X3\n\nand woosh she's off moving to N3.\n\nIf she can't take 5ft step then move - ill take the AoO and finish at O3\n\nFinished." }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco round 3, AoO \n\nYou can't take a five foot step. That's only possible if you don't move in your round at all. So, it's an AoO.\nJocco swings his halberd at Blunch, trying to hook her leg:\n Trip touch attack - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] (+1 BAB, +3 Str, +1 WF).\nIf it's a hit, Blunch has to make a strenght check versus (1d20+7)[ 16 ] (+3 STR, +4 Improved Trip). If Jocco wins this strenght check, Blunch is tripped and falls prone in X4. A succesful trip is immediatly followed by a swing with the halberd: Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] for (1d10+4)[ 11 ] .\n\nEDIT: that's a miss, so you're at N3." }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco, round 3 \n\nJocco double moves to Q6.\n\nEnd of my turn.\n\nEDIT: I misread, Blunch is at O3, not N3, my bad." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Blunch \n\nFree; Drop one Javelins\nFree; Draw Battleaxe\nFree; Rage\n\nMove; To Q5\n\nStandard Attack!\n\n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1D8+9)[ 14 ] \n Stats \n \n Spoiler \n\nRaging 1/5\nAC; 16\nHP; 13/13\n " }, { "author": "Olidammara", "message": " Jocco, round 4 AoO \n\nDoing that provokes an attack of opportunity:\nWhen Blunch tries to step in Q5 (from Q4 I presume), Jocco's halberd sweeps again in the direction of the legs of the orc.\n Trip Attempt - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] . If that's a hit: strenght check - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] .\nIf Jocco beats Blunch's strenght check, Blunch is tripped and falls prone. Jocco immediatly follows the tripping with an attack: Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] for (1d10+4)[ 7 ] damage.\n\nEDIT: Jocco totally missed the slippery water-orc and dies. By the way, your character sheet states that Blunch has a longsword, but you used a battleaxe." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "By draw battleaxe i made a typo and meant draw longsword." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Bulch is declared the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Oathbreaker TGH vs. Todd \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n\nI will be starting in square Y14." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Why do I always end up fighting an extremely competent player with a character that better than mine right off the bat?\n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "I'm not sure, I don't consider myself competent at any rate 😛\nTodd is equipped with his armor and poleax\nTodd - Round 1\n\nSwift Action:\nActivate Strength Domain\n\nStandard and Move Actions:\nDouble Move to Q14\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nManuevers: Moment of Perfect Clarity, Charging Minotaur Strike, Sapphire Nightmare Blade.\nStance: None\nBreath: Good to Go\nPosition: Q14\nSpeed: 20\nStrength Domain: 1/10\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "I'm not gone. There was a storm on the west coast and my internets been down for two days. I'll post as soon as I'm able." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Oathbreaker round 1: \n\nOathbreaker starts at B14 with both his swords drawn. he then double moves to L15.\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: L15 \n Current Buffs: None\n \n \n\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 2\n\nSwift Action:\nActivate Punishing Stance\n\nMove Action:\nQ15 to N17\n\nStandard Action:\nReady an Action.\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to use my breathe weapon if he moves adjacent to me.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 13\nManuevers: Moment of Perfect Clarity, Charging Minotaur Strike, Sapphire Nightmare Blade.\nStance: Punishing Stance\nBreath: Good to Go\nPosition: N17\nSpeed: 20\nStrength Domain: 2/10\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Oathbreaker round 2: \n\nOathbreaker takes a 5ft. step to M16 and full attacks:\n\nLarge Katana Attack! (1d20+2)[ 13 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nIf it hits (2d8+4)[ 18 ] /\\ If it crits (2d8+4)[ 7 ] \n\nOff-hand Bastard Sword Attack! (1d20+3)[ 23 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+2)[ 3 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+2)[ 3 ] \n\nTail Slap Attack! (1d20)[ 11 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20)[ 19 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+2)[ 7 ] /\\ If it crits (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: L15 \n Current Buffs: None\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "See, I told you I wasn't competent, completely forgot about the rules for ranged weapons and diagonal distance.\n\nYour attacks both hit and I fall down at -5." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Huh? How? Isn't your AC 15? At the least?\n\nEdit: Was it a stance thing?" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Oathbreaker is declared the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "boomwolf", "message": "You all start the same, but separated..\n\nYou wake up in a cell, alone and powerless. after quick attempts you figure that there is nothing you can do to escape it.\nYou can see that all your equipment is on you, including a ring that is not yours and a blank paper.\n\nYou can hear a voice, the voice of the king, saying the following:\n\n\"The rules of this game is simple. each one to reach to the finish may leave and gain his freedom, if you first don't succeed, you die.\nHowever, this is not that easy. only 3 can ever go out.\n\nThis maze has two part of it, at the first part you are to locate one of nine keys, once you do you must protect it while going to the gate that you also need to locate, the key allows you to go to the second level with anyone you want to take with you.\nFor the second part you must secure three keys and reach the exit, the three keys will allow a single person and all animal companions or such he commands to leave, but none other.\n\nThe fun begins with the paper. on this magical paper you can see the face of anyone holding each key, and whether he is a competitor or a part of the maze. the paper will only show his true face, not any mask or deception.\nWhenever anything on the paper changes, he will send you a telepathic message.\n\nThe ring on the other end, it makes it so that as long you are in here, you need not eat, sleep, drink or any natural need to survive. also, each time a competitor goes to level 2, or leave the maze it will grant you full regeneration of your health, magic and natural abilities.\n\nAlso, each key is capable of unlocking some secret passages, armories, chests full of potions and other useful items.\n\nBest of luck, you will need it to survive the other competitors and the handful of traps and machines waiting to kill you.\n\nBy the way, I gave three keys to competitors, so the real fun will begin early.\"\n\nAs you look at the paper you see the following appear onto it:\n \n Spoiler \n\nRed key: held by a red dragon, competitor.\nBlue key: held by a white bear, maze.\nYellow key: held by a stone golem, maze.\nPurple key: held by a shadow dragon, competitor.\nOrange key: held by a skeleton, maze.\nGreen key: held by an ent, maze.\nBlack key: held by a mummy, maze.\nWhite key, held by a human with a mustache and black hair, having a holy symbol carved into his cheek, competitor.\nRainbow key: held by nothing.\n \n\n\nA few minutes later, a trap door opens and you fall down to a room with a single door, you hear a counting by some mechanic voice, once it reaches 84 the door opens. and you hear \"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!\"" } ]
[ { "author": "boomwolf", "message": "You all start the same, but separated..\n\nYou wake up in a cell, alone and powerless. after quick attempts you figure that there is nothing you can do to escape it.\nYou can see that all your equipment is on you, including a ring that is not yours and a blank paper.\n\nYou can hear a voice, the voice of the king, saying the following:\n\n\"The rules of this game is simple. each one to reach to the finish may leave and gain his freedom, if you first don't succeed, you die.\nHowever, this is not that easy. only 3 can ever go out.\n\nThis maze has two part of it, at the first part you are to locate one of nine keys, once you do you must protect it while going to the gate that you also need to locate, the key allows you to go to the second level with anyone you want to take with you.\nFor the second part you must secure three keys and reach the exit, the three keys will allow a single person and all animal companions or such he commands to leave, but none other.\n\nThe fun begins with the paper. on this magical paper you can see the face of anyone holding each key, and whether he is a competitor or a part of the maze. the paper will only show his true face, not any mask or deception.\nWhenever anything on the paper changes, he will send you a telepathic message.\n\nThe ring on the other end, it makes it so that as long you are in here, you need not eat, sleep, drink or any natural need to survive. also, each time a competitor goes to level 2, or leave the maze it will grant you full regeneration of your health, magic and natural abilities.\n\nAlso, each key is capable of unlocking some secret passages, armories, chests full of potions and other useful items.\n\nBest of luck, you will need it to survive the other competitors and the handful of traps and machines waiting to kill you.\n\nBy the way, I gave three keys to competitors, so the real fun will begin early.\"\n\nAs you look at the paper you see the following appear onto it:\n \n Spoiler \n\nRed key: held by a red dragon, competitor.\nBlue key: held by a white bear, maze.\nYellow key: held by a stone golem, maze.\nPurple key: held by a shadow dragon, competitor.\nOrange key: held by a skeleton, maze.\nGreen key: held by an ent, maze.\nBlack key: held by a mummy, maze.\nWhite key, held by a human with a mustache and black hair, having a holy symbol carved into his cheek, competitor.\nRainbow key: held by nothing.\n \n\n\nA few minutes later, a trap door opens and you fall down to a room with a single door, you hear a counting by some mechanic voice, once it reaches 84 the door opens. and you hear \"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!\"" } ]
[ { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Very good, send them in.\" \n\nA guard bows to the speaker and walks to a large metal door.\n \" BRING... IN... THE DIPLOMATS! \" he shouts. Twelve guards escort a dwarf, a human, a gnome, a half-orc, and an armoured female human into the room. The guards are elite soldiers of Baron Reldir's Special Guard - and are each armed with a halberd and a short-sword. They wear breastplates emblazoned with the symbol of Anur.\n\nThe room is in the centre of Baron Reldir's Castle, and is used as the council room. Banners of Anur's symbol (the back of a white horse rearing in front of a large city) adorn the walls - crossed swords hang between every two of the banners. No windows grace the room. The weak candle light from several candelabra at each wall, being the only thing to penetrate the darkness.\n\n \"Ahhh - so you are the diplomats chosen to represent Anur,\" states a half-elf, sitting at the large desk in the middle of the room. One candle sits above the mass of papers sprawled over the steel desk. One can just barely glimpse that the Half-Elf sitting there happens to be Baron Reldir himself. \"Please, come forward and introduce yourselves,\" requests the Baron. \"Tell me the reasons that caused each of you to... decide to join this remarkable quest.\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "One of the group members, a gnome with short, brown hair, stands up and makes a little bow. He wears a cloak that is covered with stitched feathery patters in silver and olive. \"Well, let's see. My name is Krey Bom. I'm a druid of the order of the Silverleaf. I suppose my first reason for coming here was simple curiosity. However, since arriving, I simply decided that I would rather this country not go to war, and I'm here to make that happen. I speak Orc, so I should be able to help with negotiations when the need arises.\" He then sits back down, looking fairly self-consious after his speech.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNote: Have prepared for the day:\n1 Detect Poison\n1 Purify Food and Drink\n1 Light\n1 Shillelagh\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "An interesting thing about Baron Reldir, was that his smile- even when well intentioned -was capable of breaking the nerve of everyone in the room. He was smiling now. \"A very admirable reason indeed,\" he said, his white teeth flashing in the candle light. The guards wince. \"Most orcs can speak the common tongue, but still it's alway useful to avoid... confusion, when two groups are speaking.\n\"Who would be next for their... self introduction?\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "With hollowed out eyes and a pale complexion, he couldn’t help but think he was a little thinner. Gauli didn’t bother trying to smile as he looked the baron straight in the eye. “My clan is called Springweather, Baron. I’m a son of the nearby caverns your Excellency recently visited on parley.” His gravelly tone told everyone he hadn’t gotten much sleep. He would have smiled to any other ruler, but by then he had found those teeth. He lowered his eyes as soon as he could." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Baron Reldir turns to the dwarf. He is still smiling, but now with his mouth closed. \"Ah yes,\" he said, his teeth flashing with every opening of his mouth. \"The Dwarf Caverns - charming in its... quaintness. Has the ceiling been raised yet?\" \nOne of the guards, at the back of the group, lets out a quiet snicker at Reldir's comment. In the flicker of candlelight, the Baron's ears suddenly look to almost be twitching. He turns away from the Springwheather dwarf, guards shuffling to keep out of line of sight. The icy gaze finally stops upon the guard who snickered. He looks very alone.\n\n \"Ah...\" Baron Reldir begins, with a pause ensuing. This is often a bad sign. \"Simmons, wasn't it?\" \n \"Yes sir,\" the guard answers quietly, fixedly studying his feet.\n \"Tell me... Simmons,\" the Baron continues. Every one of his teeth can be seen now, the grin on his face dripping with the stuff of nightmares. \"What was it you found so... humorous?\" \n \"Erm, well... you see, sir,\" the guard struggles to reply. He gives a slight glance up at the Half-Elven face of his conversation partner. This is enough to glue his chin to his breastplate. \"It's jus' tha', you bein' so clever with insultin' tha' dwarf in tha'...\" There is one fact that most people know about the Baron - and this is that no one laughs at his sardonic comments and lives to not regret it.\n \"In sult ?\" the Baron repeats, seeming offended. The majority of the guards look at the snickerer with great pity, including the snickerer himself. \"You dare say that I of all people would insult my dear friends the dwarves?\" \n \"N-no, sir, I-\" \n \"Enough!\" interrupts Reldir with the sweep of a hand. \"I'll have no more of your accusations. Take him to the Stockade.\" \n \"B-but - I-\" before the snickerer finishes, he is escorted out of the room by two guards.\n\nThe Baron sighs deeply. \"Now, \" he begins, \"Which member of our diplomatic group is next for self introduction?\" " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " I wish I wasn't here. I wish I wasn't here. \nThe mage, tall with cloths that seemed to be dragging his arms down, speaks with a quiver in his voice, visibly unnerved.\n Uhh.. That would be me, Mexanis, lord, from the Mages college. I also speak and read orcish, and my thesis is on orcs, and their umm... diplomatic practices. \nDuring the speech, he takes out a silver coin from his pouch, and begins twirling it around his fingers. After the speech, he continues to twirl it, seemingly unconscious of the motion." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol just stands there, aiming too remain calm in the presence of so much strangers and the baron himself. Breathing deeply, regularly.\n \"It´s all much easier digging ditches or working the fields\" he thought. The calm, the simple straightforward approach to things. There was not much chance of spoiling anything with strange behavior or his orcish heritage, what with orcs not being terribly popular these days.\n\nWhile he stood there, with the hands in front of his navel, palms upward and fingers interlocked, he waited for the baron to comment his predecessor introduction, fidgeting with his thumbs \"Lets just get this over with....\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "A small exhale was the only thing that showed his displeasure. He leaned back on his heels and clasped his forearms together behind him. A small protest went up in his mind and he swore it would be in his report. That level was the only one the Baron had been allowed to visit. And they had just started building it." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry for keeping you waiting. This is the problem with the need to sleep))\n\n \"Ah yes,\" Baron Reldir says, smiling at Mexanis with his teeth apart. It gives the effect of a wolf, about to devour its victim. \"The Mages' College. I'm ever so glad that you've... volunteered for this task.\n\"I was wondering at which point the wizards would become useful - and it seems to be the one at which any historian would do just as well.\" \n\nThe Baron takes his gaze away from Mexanis, and looks over the remaining candidates. \"Next...\" Reldir says, pausing as his eyes view the half-orc, \"'person', please.\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Philosophy wars with reflexive respect for nobility; the smile wins. The woman with the chain body armor keeps her eyes fixed on the edge of the Baron's desk. \"I'm here to help prevent war, sir. I was passing through, and it seems a group like this will go places a healer is needed.\" Having said her piece, she lets her focus slip from the top edge of the desk to the bottom. Noticing she has left out a detail that might be important, she speaks up again. \"My name's Arianelle.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"A pleasure to meet you, Arianelle,\" Baron Reldir replies. \"A healer is such a valuable necessity to this... venture, that the services of even a woman are very welcome.\n\"Now... 'who' is left for me to become acquainted with?\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \"I....I´m Thargol\" he began to reply, slightly stuttering \"I hail from the blackspar monastery. We are your subjects as well, and I was sent as a courier, posessing some skills for overland travel\" . He than proceeded to bow, very slightly, before the baron, with sweat beading his Forehead." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Ah yes, the Blackspar Monastery. Thank you ever so much for informing me that it's within my influence,\" the Baron replies - giving Thargol a smile so friendly that the guards look as though they wish to run and hide. \"It is wonderful to have such an enlightened creature as yourself to help us.\n\"Now. If you've all been introduced, then I suggest we move on to your briefing.\" \n\nBaron Reldir puts out his hand. The Guard who called for the emissaries (who seems to be the captain of the Elite Guard) places several papers into the outstretched hand. \"As you already know,\" Reldir says, as he reads over the papers, [The emissaries and the guards are then spared from Reldir's attention] \"a tribe of orcs to the west of Anur have been growing in strength. Our last attempt at attacking their camp failed, due to the fact that they are in some kind of alliance with the kobolds.\n\"Since we took severe casualties in the attack, orcs are proliferate breeders, and war is a common event when orcs are involved-\" the Baron looks up at the emissaries, \"-we think that establishing a treaty would be in the City's best interests.\" \n\nReldir hands one of the papers over to the Captain. \"Your mission,\" the Baron begins again, turning his head back to his desk, \"is to travel to the orc camp, recover what information you can and- first and foremost -establish peace with the orcs.\n\"You will receive any equipment you need for the journey, as well as any weapons and armour you find necessary for completing the task.\" \n\nThe Half-Elf stamps a paper, and seals it within an envelope. He holds it up in front of himself, bringing his gaze upon the group. \"Whoever takes this letter,\" he says, smiling gently, \"will be legally established as the leader of your group, and will be charged with seeing it delivered to the Orc Chief.\n\"Which of you is to step forward and take this... responsibility?\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle looks over the rest of the group as surreptitiously as possible, hoping to spot someone willing to take the letter.\n The half-orc and the mage look spooked...maybe the druid? Or the dwarf? " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " The womans looking at me. Why? Does she expect me to take the letter? The elders told me to try and secure leadership, but I really don't want to.\n\nIsn't anyone going to take it. gahh! Lets this just end! \nDuring this interanl monologue, Mexanis grows visibly more nervous and uncomfortable.\n\n Fine, I'll take the Letter! \n Crap I said that out loud, didn't I. Blood Queen Preserve Me. Well, I guess that makes me leader. This won't end well. " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey \n\nKrey jumps a bit at the proclamation. He had almost been thinking of overcoming his fear of the Baron and taking the letter, but now it looked as though it was out of his hands.\n Wierd, that's almost a relief. He thinks. Though, leader or not, I'm still gonna have to do the best I possibly can, if for no other reason then not to make this Baron guy mad at me. He begins to nervously paw his walking-staff.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nAwww, I almost wanted the letter. PS. Great campaign so far, I love it!\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "The Dwarf settles in behind the new leader as quickly as he can, doing his best to avoid attention. \"You'll do fine, lad.\" He intones gently. \"Big bad bully on the throne is as big a baby I've ever seen.\" His muscles look relaxed, and his face haggard. He was trying to hide any unease, and hoped he was doing a good job.\n\nDiplomacy to appear at ease - 1d20 (not sure how rolls work anymore. Invisible Castle?)" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The Baron raises his left hand. All the guards place the tips of their halberds very close to the dwarf's neck. \"You're lucky that I don't care about such trivial insults,\" says Baron Reldir, \"because if you were talking to the Orc Chief, you'd be tortured to death and hung from the castle walls . But I don't care, of course.\" He lowers his left hand slowly, and the guards retract their halberds. \"Now, take this letter and be off to the orc stockade .\" He holds out the letter, waiting for it to be taken.\n\n((It should work by doing this: [roll=Test]XdY[/roll ] X=number of dice, Y=number of sides to each dice. It doesn't work if you put in that space between the \"roll\" and the \"]\".))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Gods. If the Orcs are this dangerous, we'll need a cool head to survive this. Thinks Krey. Krey turns to look at Mexanis. Sorry lad, but it's obvious you can't bear the pressure if you are made leader. That outburst was nervous pressure, nothing more, and if you were actually responsible for us, I think you'd crack. He looks at the dwarf. And if you are careless like that in front of the orcs, we're all dead. He sighs mentally, being careful not to actually sigh out loud in the Baron's presence. Then I guess it's come to me. \n\nKrey stands up slowly. \"I'll take the letter, and humbly accept the mantle of leadership.\" He bows slightly, and takes the letter from the Baron's waiting hand. He immediately feels the unseen weight of duty and responsibility settle onto his shoulders. He futilely tries to mentally still his fluttering heart, and takes a mental deep breath. Well, that's it. No turning back now. \"Now.. Sir Baron Reldir? This letter. Is it meant for us to read, or are we delivering it to the orcs? Or is there, perhaps, some other purpose for it? \n \n Spoiler \nSorry Melkor, but Krey's reasoning is my own. Mexanis just aint cut out for leadership right now. And the dwarf would get us all executed if he isn't more careful.\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle's head snaps around for a surprised second look at the mage. I didn't see that. Well, now I don't have to take it... \n\nHer contemplation of the new leader is cut off by the Springweather dwarf's remark, and she stares at him in utter disbelief. That...stupidity or courage alone can't begin to explain that... As the guards step in, she turns away to stare fixedly at the desk again.\n\n\nThe gnome stepping up takes her by surprise yet again, a feeling she is getting tired of rapidly. She looks back and forth between gnome and man, before settling back on the desk. I hope there's no conflict there... " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"The letter,\" Baron Reldir says, bright to a terrifying extent, \"is an introduction from me, and it's to be given to the orc chieftain.\n\"Congratulations on becoming the leader of your... group. Satus, take them to the armoury to be properly... equipped for their journey.\" \n \"Yes, lord,\" answers the Captain. He then hits his breastplate with his right hand, and salutes with his left (the common salute for Anur). He and the twelve guards begin escorting the party to the armoury.\n \"Oh, one more thing,\" Reldir interrupts, halting the guards. \"If you start a war, I'll personally see to it that you fight at the front of it. Good luck on your quest!\" \n\nThe emissaries are brought through the narrow, dimly lit passageways they came through. The company stops at a large metal door, which the captain knocks eleven times upon. It opens.\n\nThe armoury isn't a vast improvement from the Baron's Council room. It is brighter, being filled with several hanging torches, but the racks of weapons give one a similar feeling to the Baron's teeth. \"We have quite a large selection,\" Captain Satus says, \"but noting to exotic. Tell me what weapons and armour each of you would like and I'll see what I can do.\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Unslinging a somewhat battered wooden shield from her back, Arianelle offers it to the captain. \"I'd like to get a buckler to replace this. I don't think I need anything else.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The Captain nods to one of the guards.\n\nAfter taking away the battered shield and placing it on rack, the guard hands a brand new buckler to Arianelle." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"As for myself,\" Krey begins, \"My... sect dictates that I not wear armor crafted from natural minerals. So, unless you happen to have a breastplate crafted from ironwood, all I can take in the way of armor is a heavy wooden shield. As for weapons, I belive I have all I need.\" " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " I don't think I could use any of those big hunks of metal. To stifling. Besides, they would complicate my casing. My dagger and robes will suit me fine for now. \n\nMexanis speaks softly to Krey, after the guard has moved on to someone else.\n Thank you for taking the letter from me, I was nevous, and the Elder Mages had told me to take the letter, and I just couldn't stand the tension. \nMexanis staightens, and looks much more composed thatn he did while in the chamber with the Baron." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The guard brings out a heavy wooden shield and hands it to Krey. \"Well, anything else?\" the Captain queries, \"we haven't got all day.\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli smiles warmly and nods to the Captain. \"You run an efficient garrison, Captain.\" He offers a hand. \"A good shield would do me good.\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "The Half-Orc lets his sight roam over the weapons displayed, then shakes his head and says: \"I wasn´t trained in the use of most of these weapons anyway, and I already have a shovel. A hatchet for firewood would be nice, but not necessary\" \n\nHe cast a sidelong glance at the others, moving out of the way, obviously not to comfortable with being in the castle at all." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The Captain brings out a heavy metal shield and gives it to Gauli. He then brings out a scroll, which he unrolls before the group. \"This is the map to the orc camp,\" he says, \"There are three ways of getting there:\n\"One. Going through the forest, Anur's Garden, which is directly between here and the camp. It's likely to be the quickest way - but.... It is also where our archers were ambushed, and could still contain kobold lying in wait. \n \"The second way, is going around the forest, through Grengill's Plain-\" Grengill is the name of the white horse on Anur's Banner [legend says that he was tied to a mountain by the devil. But rather than stay there for eternity, Grengill uprooted the mountain, and ran for a hundred miles before he stopped to rest. Here is where he is said to have stopped, here where the city of Anur was built out of the mountain.] \"-this being the second fastest way there. The problem is, that the area is still littered with caltrops, and contains a good deal of traps.\n\"The last method available for reaching the camp, would be to go through the Mountain's Trench-\" a long series of gullies which is said to have been made by the weight of the mountain, \"-which although being the longest route, is probably the safest as well.\" \n\nThe Captain looks over the emissaries, and absentmindedly hands an axe to the half-orc (whether it's an axe for wood or an axe for battle, is very hard to say). \"So, what's it going to be then?\" he asks. \"Don't take too long deciding on it.\" \n\n((Sorry for taking so long to reply.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Well,\" Krey begins, \"I think we can probably rule out the forest, due to the likelyhood of another attack. Judging from the descriptons, I think that the plains would be the next best choice, if we have someone who knows how to search out and avoid traps. Can anyone here do that?\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "The Dwarf pulled his hand back and quickly tried to find the speaker. \"I like the forest.\" He added, accepting the shield and resting it on his forearm." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Timidly, Thargol raised his Hand \"I was.......laboring under the impression we were pressed for time......I think the Forest might not be such a bad idea. . He turned to the others, letting his eyes rove expectantly over their faces." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "<Hm. Gotta go with the group> \"All right. I get the idea. Kobolds or no, we're going to get there as fast as we can, and that means we're going through the forest\" Krey hefts and grips his new shield. \"Unless we have any other ideas? If we do not, I say we should set out as soon as out preparations are complete.\" A thought entered Krey's head and he turned to the soldier who had given him the shield. \"Hey, is there anything outside of weapons and armor that we can be allowed before we go? Like, say, healing potions or something of the sort?\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \"I would rather avoid fighting with the kobolds, if possible. But we do need to get through quickly.\" Arianelle shrugs uncomfortably. \"I don't know anything about handling traps.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Hmm?\" replies the Captain airily, \"oh yes, healing potions. You each get one potion of Light Healing before you leave. Any other potions will have to be paid for from your own pocket. With the forest, it is likely to have a few traps itself, though not as many as the plains.\n\"So, have you decided yet?\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey \n \"I believe we have indeed come to a decision. Time is of the essence, and we are better suited for fighting then sniffing out traps, so we will be braving the forest route.\" Says Krey, in a voice he hopes sounds commanding and fearless." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "After hearing the leader mention fighting with gusto, Gauli could almost swear he felt his eyes sink deeper into his face. It sounded like a bad idea, but if he didn't keep a firm lip then things might be worse. He ignored the bags under his eyes and leaned on his Waraxe. \"Hike to it, then.\" His nonchalant tone is intentional. \"Pardons, Captain.\" Gauli turned as softly as he could manage and waited outside for everyone." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "On his way out, Gauli bumps into a very large shirt of chain, brown hair sticking through the cracks. A height of about four feet above his own head, a gnoll smiles at him (regardless of what scholars say about gnolls not being able to smile). \"THIS,\" the Captain says, exhaustedly, \"will be your guide...\" The gnoll walks in (pushing Gauli inside again), stands at his full height of eight feet, and waves at the party, battle-axe in hand.\n ((thanks goes to Lord_Herman for drawing him))\n\n \"Grah-grah,\" the gnoll says friendlily, in a surprisingly humorous tone.\n \"We call it 'Gnolley',\" the Captain states. \"It's here to make sure none of you.... get lost, and go in the wrong direction. Now, it's-\" the captain was interrupted at this point. Partially by the fact that Gnolley has had enough of the word \"it\".\n \" GRRRAAAAAAAHHHGGG!!! \" Ghe shouts- or roars -directly into the captain's ear.\n\nThe captain leans in the direction of the blast of sound, loses his balance, and topples into a rack of shields, which proceeds to fall on him. \"CLANG!\" it says when hitting the ground, and the Captain.\nGnolley performs a hyena laugh (which sounds quite ghastly), snatches an arm full of Light Healing potions and urges the emissaries to all come outside with him, fast. \"I'll have your head mounted on my wall for this!\" the Captain shouts, \"you walking rug!\" \nGnolely just laughs, and escapes outside." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " The gnoll seems to know where its going, I guss we should follow. \n Come on! We need to keep in touch with our guide.Thanks for the help, captain! " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "<woah. That was unexpected> \"Right.\" Krey grips his shield and staff, and begins running out the door, following Gnolly. \"Thanks for all the assistance, captain. Follow me, team, looks like it's time to go!\" He zips out the door, hot on Gnolly's trail.\n \"Gnolly? You there?\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle hesitates a moment, but the captain's threat, serious or not, decides things. She takes off after the guide as quickly as possible, her new buckler clutched awkwardly in her left hand." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Shaking his head Gauli offered a hand, trying to keep the wry smile from his face. The gesture was tricky, but he was strong so he was relatively sure he could manage it. It took him a few seconds to realize the armor rack needed to be lifted first. \"Are you alright, Captain?\" He wondered. He set his weapon and shield on the floor then set about trying to move the shield rack off the beleaguered soldier." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The three who rush outside see Gnolley waving to them. He urges the group to follow him through the bustling city.\n\nGauli with difficulty, and the help of two soldiers, manages to life the heavy rack off the Captain. \"Thanks,\" the Captain says, failing to not sound angry from the gnoll's action. \"You best go after that d**ed mutt. It knows the forest well, from what we know.\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Right. Let's go. Gnolley seems to know the way very well.\" Krey says, and heads off to follow Gnolley." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Good day, Captain.\" The Dwarf collects his things and heads off to catch up with the group, doing his best to follow them closely and quietly." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " Gnolly! Wait up! We need to wait for the others! " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'll just have to assume that Thargol followed Gnolley with the rest of the group))\n\nThe party travels through the bustling city of Anur.\n\nPeople stop and drop their loads as the Gnoll passes. Others runaway, sometimes screaming. A drunken man, upon seeing an eight-foot gnoll wave at him while saying \"Grah-Grah!\" decides to reform his drinking ways, for the rest of the day.\nMany children's ears are boxed when they come home saying \"Mum, mum! I saw a giant gnoll walkin' through the Merchant's District - it's true I swear!\" \nMost tend to get the reply of, \"Here now! Stop making up stories and get back to your chores!\" \n\nGuards are dragged by various types of citizens to the Gnoll's location. \"See, see? I told you there was a gnoll! So, what are you going to do about it then?\" the citizens would say.\nMost of the City's defenders', when they come face-to-face with an eight-foot gnoll with an axe in each hand, reply with something like, \"S-so, what about it? I don't see him breaking any laws. Clear off now, or I'll take you in for wasting guard time.\" \n\nAfter several events, the Party and their gnoll guide reach the city gates. Reluctantly, and after being shown official papers, the guards open Anur's gates. In moments, the Group is in the grassy plains that surround the huge walls of Anur. Gnolley holds out the potions he stole earlier and beckons the diplomats." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " I guess he wants to give the potions to us \n Thank you. Takes poition.\n Do you understand Common, or would you prefer to speak in Orcish? And how did you come to work with the Baron? " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Why thank you, Gnolley.\" Krey takes a potion. \"Anyway, seeing as we're outside, I'd like to quick take the opprotunity to call someone\" After saying so, he puts his fingers to his lips and blows. FWEEET!* With this whistle, Krey's animal companion comes running. A sandy-colored large wolf-hound, with a kindly look in his eyes. \"Ah, there you are, Jeff. Everyone, this is my animal friend, Jeff. Now then, Gnolley, what language are you most comfortable with?\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli was busily apologizing for every incident that happened nearby before he realized that no one was really listening. He frowned and marched meekly through the gate, eventually finding himself in the grassy plain. Without anything better to do, he paused and looked around at the group. \"Does anyone want some Chocolate Milk?\" He leaned his axe against his body and prepared to fish out the required ingredients." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol, still a little bit tense, remains uncommonly taciturn, allthough he regards the Gnoll with some interest, all the while also un the lookout for sources of fresh water or the like, should need arise." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gnolley, in reply to Maxanis' question about whether he could speak common: \"No, not a word of it,\" he replies in a growly voice.\n \"Grah-Grah!\" he greets Jeff.\n\nUpon the question of what language he is comfortable with, he shrugs.\n\nHe looks at Gauli hopefully at the mention at the mention of chocolate.\n\nThargol sees a small river only two dozen yards aways. Its soft flow leads directly into the forest.\n\n((Krey and Mexanis each receive one potion of Cure Light Wounds))" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "The Dwarf fishes through his pack and retrieves a large wrapped parcel. Carefully unfolding it, he breaks off a small chunk of chocolate and tosses it to the Gnoll. If he caught it in the air, the Dwarf wouldn't see it. He was too busy retrieving a small flask. Taking a hardy sip of the precious substance, he packed his belongings and waited quietly." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle takes the opportunity to strap on her buckler properly, then peer (one might even say gawk) up at the guide. I've never seen one of those before. He seems friendly enough. More than anyone at the castle... \"I don't think the captain calling you 'Gnolley' means that's your name... What do you call yourself? " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Rather than catch the chocolate in mid-air, Gnolley eats it in mid-air. \"Bragh?\" he replies to Arianelle's question, his mouth full of chocolate. \"Brrgh bgh bgraa, Bgaaissh.\" After swallowing the chocolate, and making several more attempts at his name, Gnolley succeeds in telling the group that his name is \"Gaariss\".\n\nGnolley, that is, Gaariss, stretches himself as he reaches into his over-sized pouch-belt. He brings out a ragged, and crudely drawn, map - which, other than for several unreadable notes scrawled here and there, is almost identical to the map shown by the Captain, earlier. The Gnoll studies the map carefully, looks at his surroundings, and points to the forest, while saying \"RrrgraaH!\" triumphantly. Gaariss motions the party to follow him, and then descends the hill, heading towards the forest." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli happily picks up his things and follows the canine, hoping against everything that there would be a peaceful resolution to whatever they ran into. He walked along cursing himself for not asking the guard Captain's name when they were in Anur." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " He seems... excited. I guess we should follow, what do you say Krey? " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey \n \"Yes. We should most definitely follow him. Gaariss definitely looks like he knows the forest.\" As he says this, Krey urges Jeff to follow him as he begins to follow Gaariss." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Following their gnoll companion, the group moves into the forest.\nAs the party moves through the lush undergrowth, the sky is replaced by a ceiling of beautiful spring leaves.\n\nThe strong grass grows to Gauli's neck, which would cause great discomfort to a dwarf who is ticklish.\nKrey's view is completely masked by the tall vegetation, but with help from his dog (and by walking in the flattened track Gaariss had been through) he manages to keep up with the party.\nDue to his height, Thargol's head gets whacked by the occasional low hanging branch, several of which being pulled aside by Gaariss and swinging back with momentum against the poor half-orc.\nA spider descends in front of Mexanis - with a sudden wind, the spider is blown directly onto the Mage's nose, it's red fangs possibly inspiring terror.\nArianelle is meanwhile snatched at by a wait-a-minute bush, famed by its leaves' ability to catch onto anything they touch.\n\n((Please post how you react to your circumstance, or your thoughts))" }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " Ahh! \nMexanis falls backwards, but at the same time appears to disappear, ending up 10ft away on the ground. He slowly picks himself up, looking around for more arachnids.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nAbrupt Jaunt, 1 out of 4\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n\nThargol flinched as another branch struck him, barely an inch above his left eye. Squinting against the sun and his fear, he looked ahead \"Rather inconsiderate of our guide\" he thought, eyeing the gnoll ahead.\n \"Not that I would complain or bring it up. We have disharmony coming up as it is. No, this I will endure.......Nevertheless, I´ll find myself a good, wide brimmed hat at the next oppurtunity\" \n\nAnd in this moment, again, he barely ducked beneath a low branch, only to be struck in the face again by another one. He flinched, and bared his teeth for maybe a small fraction of a second......" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "A rustling erupts from the bushes. Gaariss stops and looks at them with great interest. A bolt flies out, and lands a few feet from the undergrowth.\n\n((Decide your formation: Tell me how many spaces above, below, left and or right of the \"O\" you want to be. Note: The circle represents the centre of the party formation.))\n Code: \n bb\n O N bb\n a bb \n b = Bush. N = Gaariss. a = shot bolt." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey \n\nSeeing the attackers, Krey channels magic into his staff, charging it with extra power for battle. He then falls into formation behind and to Gaariss' left, and urges Jeff to keep cover behind himself, and falls into a defensive stance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasts Shileleigh on my quarterstaff, giving it a +1 bonus, and treating it as if it were 2 size categories larger, (Large, so 1d8/1d8, and add the +1 bonus). Moving one square above and one square to the right, and urging my Riding Dog to move one square above the O.\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI would like to be 3 spaces above the O(from the ability abrubt jaunt)\n \n\n\nMexanis looks into the bushes, stilling his mind to concentrate on the arcane formulas he imprinted there this morning\n\n \n Spoiler \nMexanis makes a spot check and readies an action to cast grease(if he can identify targets in the bushes)\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " Retro (the plant): \nArianelle recognizes the feel of snagging on a plant, and turns to examine the situation. Seeing just what she's stumbled into draws a grimace. Ugh, getting that cleaned off won't be easy...isn't there a trail somewhere, so we wouldn't have to go through the brush? Or would it be a bad idea to take the trails? Drawing her sickle, she cuts the caught branch end off from the bush. After carefully wiping the blade on her loose leather pants and sheathing it, she hurries after the group, pulling off bits of stuck plant as she goes.\n\n Encounter: \nArianelle's hands, still somewhat sticky from the plant, go to her pockets. She draws her sling and loads it, watching for attackers.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPositioning at one right and down from the O\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol tenses up and starts to slide his pack from his shoulder, slowly letting it glide to the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRecent events(trees and branches) would put me not far behind the Gnoll, which would be one up, one to the left\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \" Scree! \" erupts from the bushes (( Beast )). The sound is followed by a strange (and remarkably cute) beast with an elephant-like nose (only shorter), bursting from the bushes. The donkey-sized beast squeals again (not unlike that of a pig) and falls to the grass, near death from many bolt wounds.\n \"Hssshhthhs!\" comes out of the bushes.\n\nA kobold dashes out of the bushes. It stops -- for only a split second -- looks surprised and runs back into the foliage. Gaariss -- with a smile promising nothing but trouble -- leaps over the fallen animal and pursues the kobold at full speed. \" Scree... \" the animal repeats, pathetically. It closes its eyes, and passes into the consciousness one feels only before death.\n\n((OOC: I'll assume that Gauli is directly in the circle.))\nParty Formation:\n Code: \n M bb\n bb\n JK T bb\n G N-B-bb--->\n A a bb \n G = Gauli. K = Krey. J = Jeff. T = Thargol. M = Mexanis. A = Arianelle. B = Injured Animal. N = Gaariss. b = bush. a = used bolt." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey \n\nKrey feels a large pang of empathy for the creature, and seeing that it is so horribly wounded, begins to rush over to it. As he is moving, he calls out to Thargol, who is closer. \"Hey, Thargol, could you feed that creature one of the healing potions? I think we might be able to save it.\" \n \n Spoiler \nOn a side note, I don't know how many feet one \"space\" is\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n \"But what about our guide? We cannot let him rush off to get himself killed. Please take care of the beast!\" he says, then starts to run towards the bushes, trying to clear the injures Animal with one mighty leap.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Jump Check: (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Right. I'll be right there.\" Krey moves over to the wounded animal, and takes a moment to try and bind its wounds.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action to reach the Tapir, Standard action to make a Heal Check with the intent of delivering First Aid; that is, stabalizing the creature.\n\n (1D20+6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Thargol easily bounds over the injured animal. He is quickly on his way to catch up with Gaariss.\n\nKrey, meanwhile, finds that his first attempt at healing the creature is unsuccessful in properly binding its wounds. Life still remains however -- even though death stands but a yard away from it." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Seeing his first effort to heal the creature fail, Krey swears loudly and rummages through his pack \"Can't waste any more time. Here.\" Krey produces the small potion he received from Gaariss earlier, that is, the potion of of Cure Light Wounds. He uncorks the bottle and tips the liquid into the creature's mouth. \"Here. Drink this.\" Seeing the potion take its effect, he follows after Gaariss and Thargrol, urging Jeff to follow him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI use up my potion of Cure Light Wounds to heal and stabalize the tapir, and take my move action to follow Gaariss\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle hurries past the animal and into the bushes, chasing after Gaariss." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "After the realization that it wasn't dead, the animal lets out a happy, \" SCREEE!! \" Seeing Arianelle run past, it decides it's some sort of game, and begins to make chase. The creature runs in small stumpy bounds, often causing the unwary adventurer to say, \"Awwww\"\n \"Scree!\" it said happily at the cleric." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis runs to follow Krey, hoping to support the others." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \nBarreling through the bushes, Thargol still tries to keep up with Gaariss, occassionaly castching glimpses of the Gnoll. Battingh aside a low hanging branch in front of his face, he tries to orient himself, looking for signs of the Kobolds\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot Check: (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \nListen Check: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry for not posting for so long. We were busy preparing for a house inspection.))\n\nThe group begins to catch up with Gaariss. \"Grah-grah,\" he says to the party, still running.\n\nCrash!\n\nThe gnoll finds himself at the bottom of a fifteen-foot pit. \"Scree!\" says the Beast, catching up. It head-butts Krey friendlily and licks his face. The bushes rustle... The group is now surrounded by kobolds in the heavy foliage.\n\nKrey, although distracted by the beast's affection, manages to see hear the kobolds before their appearance.\nGauli was snagged by a wait-a-minute-bush and notices the kobolds only as they ambush.\nA large branch- which Gaariss had pulled forward shortly before - had swung at Thargol. The kobolds arrive just as he dodges it.\nMexanis' wary nature allows him to hear the kobolds' approach.\nAnd Arianelle was just close enough to hear the leader give the signal to attack.\nEveryone roll for Initiative (taking too long to post will result in moving one further in the cue).\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\n ##k### ### #\n ## M #k### t t\n B OOk #k#### # t\n t t JK T OO #k###k\n k# G #k##k# #\n# t A #k# t\n # ## #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. J = Jeff. A = Arianelle. G = Gauli. T = Thargol. B = Beast. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into.\nk = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in folage, granting 75% cover. # = Foliage. t = Tree (when directly in between a ranged attack and the target, the target receives cover if of medium size [small creatures gain twice the cover bonus]).\n\nSurprise Round: Everyone but Gauli and Thargol can perform one action this turn (roll for initiative anyway)." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nRight. Initiative roll for Krey (1D20)[ 1 ] \n\nAnd not to be picky, but you forgot my Animal Companion in your chart. I'll roll his initiative, as well\n\nJeff's a riding dog, so he's got 15 DEX, so thats +2 (1D20+2)[ 19 ] \n\nEdit: Wow, The dice have not been on Krey's side recently at all.\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative for Arianelle: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n\nWould that signal have been in a language Arianelle speaks? Or does she hear but not understand?\n\nAlso, curious about the effects of 75% cover, if you're willing to expand.\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nSeeing the Kobolds, Mexanis shouts(in Draconic) We mean no harm. No one needs to be hurt here \n\nHe moves to the tree next to Krey, ducking to avoid possible incoming missile weapons." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Note: I got mixed up with cover an concealment when I said 75%. They actually just have normal cover.))\nHere's the initiative order:\n\n7 kobolds\n Mexanis \n3 kobolds\n Arianelle \n 9 kobolds\n Krey \n Thargol \nKobold\n((I've messaged Faithdreamer. I'll NPC Gauli if he doesn't post soon.))\n\nSeven kobolds fire their javelins at the party before Mexanis can move. \"Ssshhrekkth!\" hissed one of the kobolds. (note: the name of the roll is target of the attack)\n Mexanis - (1d20)[ 7 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 13 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 2 ] Jeff - (1d20)[ 7 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 5 ] Arianelle - (1d20)[ 15 ] Thargol - (1d20)[ 19 ] \nDamage Rolls (if the attacks hit): Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Jeff - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Thargol - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] \n\nThe group manage to block and avoid most of the javelins. One, however, hits Thargol in the leg (2 damage to Thargol). The arrow sized javelin would have to be removed when there's time.\n \" Scree!! \" says the beast. It runs off in a full dash towards a non-kobold-infested bush, and hits into a tree.\n\nMexanis manages to reach his destination after jumping over a shot. Seeing him run, three kobolds make him their target. Luckily, they fire just as he had reached the cover (attack rolls in new post). New Formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## M #k### t t\n \\------- / B OOk #k#### # t\n t t \| JK T OO #k###k\n k# <- G #k##k# #\n# t A #k# t\n # ## #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \n MediumTurquoise = direction Mexanis travels in. Magenta = direction Beast travels in." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Attacks on Mexanis: Attack - (1d20)[ 6 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 19 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 12 ] (note: Mexanis has cover from the tree).\nDamage rolls if attacks hit: Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] \n\nThe first two javelins are caught on a brach and the trunk, but the third manages to score on Mexanis' side through a gap in the tree. The wound- though little to a warrior -pains Mexanis deeply and, for a moment, causes his vision to blur with pain.\n\n Arianelle 's turn." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli had lost himself in his thoughts after pulling up his jerkin to guard against the insidious tickles. The only reason he escaped injury from the initial ambush was because he was kneeling to tie his boot. Bleary-eyed, he looked around the forest without really understanding what was going on. \"It was so cute.\" He mumbled.\nAs soon as he understood the stick near his heel was actually a javelin, he shrank back with a yelp. “Kobolds!” He shouted. “Ambush, weapons this way! Ambush over here! We’re being attacked!” \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative - (1d20)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "The javelin leaves a short gash in Arianelle's leather vest before deflecting harmelessly off her armor. Seeing the mage bombarded with more of the little darts, she draws her sickle in her left hand and moves to better screen him against the nearest Kobolds, while calling her proposal in their general direction.\n\n \"Let us by now, or someone will end up badly hurt! We'll take the Gnoll with us...\" \n \n Spoiler \nTaking a 5-foot step left on the map.\nNow holding the sickle in the hand with the buckler...\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The only attention the kobolds pay, is that Arianelle moved. And so they throw their javelins at her, as well as the other party members.\n Arianelle - (1d20)[ 2 ] Arianelle - (1d20)[ 7 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 18 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 2 ] Jeff - (1d20)[ 9 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 15 ] Thargol - (1d20)[ 16 ] Arianelle - (1d20)[ 13 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 8 ] \nDamage rolls if hit: Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Jeff - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Thargol - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] \n\nKrey's head feels a burning sensation as a javelin cuts across his head. A hairline fracture appears on the gnome's skull. (2 points of damage to Krey)\nA tiny splash of blood erupted from Gauli's left shoulder. The javelin was lodged firmly. (1 point f damage to Gauli)\nThargol was also not without injuries. In his attempt to doge, a javelin caught his arm. (1 point of damage to Thargol)\n\n((More later. For now I must go to work))" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "When he finally felt the wound, he did not scream.\nHe had already grit his teeth in a strange growl, and simply growled louder when he finally tore it out. Saliva dripping across his lips, he realized there might be little wooden slivers inside the wound. He let his wounded arm go limp and brought his axe to his side." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((OK, initiative order....))\n\nKobolds\nJeff\n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\n Krey \nThargol\nKobold\n It is now Krey 's turn. " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Rubbing his head, Krey thinks to himself <Okay, looks like they're not going to listen to reason at all. Only recourse left is to fight> Krey turns to his right and sees a kobold through the bushes. He goes toward it, and as he's doing so, points to another Kobold in the bushes ahead of Menaxis, and tells Jeff \"Get him, Jeff\" . As he reaches the Kobold, he grips his staff and takes a nice swing at him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action to go 15 feet south to reach the Kobold just two squares south of Arianelle (I am in the bush just next to the Kobold now). Free action during that move action to tell Jeff to Attack the Kobold in the bushes in front of Menaxis (Attack as a Bonus Trick, used as a Move Action due to Link with my Animal Companion) Standard Action to attack the Kobold in front of me with my quarterstaff, which is still under the effects of Shillelagh, so is treated as a +1 medium Quarterstaff for the time being.\n\nRolls\nHandle Animal Check (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n To Hit; (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \nDamage Roll (if it hits) (1d8+1)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((You can't use a move action and a standard action since it's the surprise round.))\n\nKobold\nJeff\n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold \n\n((Edit: OK, map update... yeah, fun.))\n\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOk #k#### # t\n t t JK T OO #k###k\n k# M G\| #k##k# #\n# t A\| #k# t\n # #K #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli. T = Thargol. B = Beast. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into.\nk = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in folage, granting . # = Foliage. t = Tree. \| = line of travel.\n\nThe kobold, seeing Krey come forward, blinks for a moment before drawing his/her (it's hard to tell with kobolds) spear.\n\nSurprise round end" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "A kobold- having seen Krey gesture him/herself as the target for Jeff -decides to throw his Javelin in the dog's direction. Attack on Jeff - (1d20)[ 8 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] The dart scores some fur, but the dog is unharmed.\nAlthough he didn't see his master's command, Jeff- angry at the attempt on his life -charges the kobold. Attack on Kobold - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n\nDespite the attack on their comrade, the other kobolds dedicate their assault to the party. Arianelle - (1d20)[ 12 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 13 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 18 ] Thargol - (1d20)[ 7 ] Mexanis - (1d20)[ 6 ] (cover bonus applies) Arianelle - (1d20)[ 20 ] \nDamage rolls (if hit): Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Thargol - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nThe first javelin hits Arianelle's buckler squarely, knocking her off balance. Before she recovers from the blow a second missile plunges through her chainshirt, and rests more than an inch deep in her side. The blow was critical and would've been fatal had the weapon not been dart-sized. (critical-hit. 4 damage to Arianelle)\nKrey feels his eyebrow become slightly shorter after flinching at another head-aim,ed javelin.\nGauli finds that while he was pulling out the dart, another one strokes him cleanly across the his chin, leaving a cut as deep as a hair is thick on his Adam's-apple. (1 point of damage to Gauli, you might want to equip that shield)\nThargol slides his leg out of the flightpath of an oncoming javelin.\nMexanis ducks just fast enough fro him to keep his ear.\n\n\nInitiative:\nKobold\nJeff\n6 kobolds\n Mexanis \nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold\n It is now Mexanis ' turn. \n((Oh yes, everyone please update your current hitpoints.))" }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis, still slightly staggared fromt the Kobolds javalin, sees the kobold standing over the pit where Garis fell, and manages to concentrate on the word of power through the pain.\n Fortana Frigidus! \n\nAs he says this, an orb of icy blue flies from his hand at the kobold.\n (1d20)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Assuming the roll was for if the spell hit))\nThe orb hits a bush- several feet away from the kobold -and freezes it.\nThe kobold looks at the bush puzzled, but decides to get back to the task of throwing darts at the party. Thargol - (1d20)[ 7 ] it decides on the half-orc being the closest. Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nThe javelin falls one foot away from the monk's feet.\n\n\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOk #k#### # t\n t t J T OO #k###k\n k# M G #k##k# #\n# t A #k# t\n # #K #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli. T = Thargol. B = Beast. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into.\nk = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nJeff\n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nKobold\n Gauli \n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Gauli 's turn." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \nGauli is attacking the Kobold next to the bushes and Arianelle.\n (1d20+3)[ 5 ] - Attack\n \n\nThe Dwarf shifted his weight onto one foot, grinding a sound over his bloody throat. He closed with the closest scaly Kobold he could see and swung his Waraxe with a vicious snarl on his lips." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I believe the kobold you're targeting is actually Krey. K = Krey k = kobold. The difference (as you can see) is that one is a capital.\nI'll change the target to the kobold right below Krey - since Enlong wouldn't appreciate the action))\n\nThe kobold (having drawn his spear at seeing Krey's charge) blocks the shaft of Gauli's War-axe with its spear. Another kobold continues the assault by attacking Krey. \"Ssshhrekkth!\" it hisses.\n Krey - (1d20)[ 12 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] The druid's enchanted staff smashes the shaft in mid flight, glowing green as the blow was struck.\n\nThe opponent of Jeff, meanwhile, draws its spear and stabs at the dog. Jeff - (1d20)[ 1 ] damage - (1d6-1)[ 5 ] Jeff cleverly snatches the miniature spear in his teeth. The shaft is reduced to splinters.\nAlthough kobolds are generally emotionless creatures, fear was very distinct in this one's expression.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nJeff\n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\n Arianelle \n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Arianelle 's turn.\n\n\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOk #k#### # t\n t t T OO #k###k\n k# M #k##k# #\n# t A #k# t\n J GK #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \nM = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover against range). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree.\n\n(( Note to MeklorIlavator : Please update your current hitpoints [you should have 3 out-of 4] to avoid future confusion.))" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle's breath hisses out as the javelin stabs in, but she only gives it a glance. I can breathe and stand. Can't be that bad. Light guide my hands... She takes a long step towards the pit trap and hurls her sling bullet at the Kobold by its edge, then pockets the weapon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5 foot step up/right, sling attack on the kobold adjacent to the trap (just inside a range increment) attack (1d20+2)[ 8 ](10) damage (1d4+1)[ 5 ] , stow the sling.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The bullet, unfortunately, deflects off the kobold's leather armour ((remember they get +4 to AC against ranged attack while in foliage)) and falls into the pit between the kobold and Arianelle. \" Grah! \" echoes from the pit.\nThe other kobolds throw their javelins once more.\n Attacks: Arianelle - (1d20)[ 14 ] Krey - (1d20)[ 2 ] (cover) Krey - (1d20)[ 5 ] (cover) Jeff - (1d20)[ 11 ] (half-cover) Thargol - (1d20)[ 14 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 6 ] (half-cover) Arianelle - (1d20)[ 7 ] Gauli - (1d20)[ 19 ] (half-cover) Mexanis - (1d20)[ 11 ] (cover)\n Damage (if hit): Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Jeff - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Thargol - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] \nArianelle dodges both attacks, very alert since her last injury.\nJeff steps back to avoid a javelin, prolonging the opposing kobold's existence.\nKrey's armour is torn by two javelins, but his flesh remains intact.\nThargol dodges slightly too late, his arm is cut badly. (1 point of damage)\nGauli blocks the first blow with his axe, but the second stabs into his leg. (1 point of damage, can't run or charge for the rest of the round unless the wound is treated)\nMexanis peers around the tree, ducking back just in time to keep his head's contents where they are.\n\n((Since Enlong is on vacation, I will be NPCing Krey till his return)) Attack - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] Damage - (1d8)[ 3 ] \nKrey trades blows with his racial enemy vigorously. Neither combatants take any injury worth mentioning.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nJeff\n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\n Thargol \nKobold It is now, Thargol 's turn.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOk #k#### # t\n t t T OO #k###k\n k# M A #k##k# #\n# t #k# t\n J GK #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n\nAlready reeling from his multiple wounds, Thargol tries to reassert the situation. We need to free the gnoll or we´ll die. There is something I can do.... \nHe sets his eyes the Kobold above the pit, the one poised to strike down those who would climb from their prison. He sets his feet and charges, dircetly towards the edge of the pit, leaps....clear of the Edge. Sailing through the air, his arms guarding his torso, his right leg coiled back.\n\nAnd then, the leg viciously lashes out....\n\n \n Spoiler \n Status: 5/9 HP, AC 14-2 = 12 (charge)\nJump Check: (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \nAttack roll: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nDamage roll: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold thrusts it spear at the flying half-orc. Although the head of the weapon missed, the shaft managed to strike squarely against his foot, causing the spear to snap. Continuing through the spear, Thargol's leg pounds the kobold hard in the chest of his padded armour, sending him reeling back into a bush. Crash! Although still living (just), the kobold decided not to even bother. ((So, was that a lethal or non-lethal attack?)) \"Rahg grr-rah!\" Gaariss congratulates.\nAnother kobold, meanwhile, notices the distress his/her comrade is in, and attacks Jeff by throwing his/her spear. Attack - (1d20)[ 18 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 4 ] \"Rarooo!\" howls Jeff, as the spear stabs into his shoulder. He growls viciously and prepares to lunge at the closest enemy, leaving the kobold in front of him very nervous.\n\nNew formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOT>xk#### # t\n t t OO #k###k\n k# M A #k##k# #\n# t #k# t\n J GK #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \nM = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover against range). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. > = Direction kobold was knocked in. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks).\n\n End of round 1. " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " Beginning of Round 2. \n Jeff's Attack - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] Damage - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \nOne of the kobolds- a relation of some sort to the one who was kicked -rushes over to his brother/sister/cousin/nephew/uncle/aunt and tries to administer healing and a check on how wounded he/she is Heal - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] .\nAnother kobold- who is also a relation (it is very common for a kobold to have at least fifty close relations and two-hundred distant ones) -rushes at Thargol, spear brandished. Attack - (1d20)[ 9 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 4 ] \nDisgusted by the selfish action of breaking from the group, another kobold throws his javelin at Thargol, not even bothering to avoid hitting the kobold in melee. Attack - (1d20)[ 13 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Hit Chance - (1d100)[ 70 ] (one to fifty means the attack will be fired at the kobold. fifty-one to one-hundred means the attack is aimed at Thargol)\nA different kobold attacks thargol in such a way as to avoid hitting his ally Attack - (1d20-4)[ 11 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nTwo other kobolds fire at the party. Krey - (1d20)[ 13 ] Mexanis - (1d20)[ 5 ] \nDamage if hit: Krey - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] \n\nDespite the numerous attacks, Thargol comes through the frenzy with only scratches.\nAt the same time as sidestepping away from a spear-thrust, Krey also avoided a javelin aimed at his heart.\nMexanis jumps to the side of a dart heading at his knee.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold \nJeff\n6 kobolds\n Mexanis \nKobold\nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Mexanis ' turn.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOTkx##### # t\n t t OO #\\###k\n k# M A #k##k# #\n# t #k# t\n J GK #t\n t #k###k## #k# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover against range). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). \\ = Direction kobold traveled in." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis sees Krey dodge the spear, and a glint of metal from the third Kobolds spear. Gathering the words of power, he casts yells\n\n Porcarii arvina \n \n Spoiler \n Grease on the Kobold on the rank behind the ones that Krey and Jeff are fighting. Like so.[save DC is 16]\n\n J GK #t\n t #k ## #k## #k# t\n # k# # # t\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " Reflex - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] The kobold almost goes flying from its confused movement on the slippery floor. It tries to get up again, each time it falls.\nJeff's prey draws its vegetable-knife-sized dagger and tries to stab the dog. He, however, had been waiting for the kobolds next attack, and pounces on him just as he draws the knife. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Damage - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] Jeff catches the kobold's torso, shakes it around hard, and flings the now messed-up creature to the ground. He decides to help his master, and so runs behind the gnome's opponent.\n((note: I deleted a roll since the kobold who made it is now dead-ish.))\n\nNew Formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOTkx##### # t\n t t OO #####k\n k# M A #k##k# #\n# t #k# t\n # GK #t\n t #x ## Jk## #k# t\n # z# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover against range). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold \n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\nKobold\n Gauli \n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Gauli 's turn." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli flung himself at the Kobold again, swinging his axe at the blur his teary eyes saw as the closest thing to a demon. His world was a mishmash of colors and clarity. Blood ran down his throat, soaking clothes, armor and hair and giving him a feral quality that shone in his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nWith a ferocious roar he soaked up the tremor as his weapon pushed through the Kobold. \"I will not die today!\" He bellowed. \"I will not die! Scream and burn in Baator you filthy dirt-grubber! Die! His eyes bulged out of his face with every word. He shivered as the wind hit him and caressed his tingling skin. Gauli didn't have the presence of mind to wonder of his body was playing tricks on him." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((You forgot to make the damage roll. I've made the roll privately, and it seems you've got him/her.)) The kobold steps back and blocks with his/her spear, but the axe slices through it easily, and continues on to meet the kobold. Blood splatters over the ground. The kobold falls over spinning. \"ye'ip!\" it spouts weakly.\nTwo kobolds vengefully throw their javelins at Gauli. Attack - (1d20)[ 17 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 14 ] (+2 to AC against these attacks).\n Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] \n\nInitiative:\n Kobold \n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n2 kobolds\n Arianelle \n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold It is now, Arianelle 's turn.\n\nNew formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOTkx##### # t\n t t OO #####k\n k# M A #k##k# #\n# t #k# t\n # GK #t\n t #x ## Jx## #k# t\n # z# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (now in cover against range). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle. G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle watches Thargol's leaping charge with alarm. Half-orc's going to get himself killed jumping in like that... She sees the kobold go flying, and winces. And them too...I can distract some of them. Arianelle switches her sickle to her right hand and charges into the same bushes at the nearest kobold, shouting at Thargol as she runs: \"Don't bother that medic!\" \n\nCrashing into the sheltering greenery, she slashes at the little javelineer.\n \n Spoiler \nCharge straight to the right.\nattack (1d20+3)[ 20 ](23) damage (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \nAC 15\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle watches helplessly as the sickle moves with a terrible precision. Light guard this one... \n \n Spoiler \ncrit confirmation (1d20+3)[ 4 ](7) crit damage added (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry for not posting sooner. The internet was out all day.))\nThe attack slices into the kobold easily. Blood spurts over Arianelle's legs as the kobold flops to the ground -- less than a millimeter was all the distance between the sickle and death for the \"little javelineer\". The kobold is badly wounded and dying, but not dead of yet.\n\nJavelins fly at the party once again. Arianelle - (1d20)[ 6 ] (with half-cover) Krey - (1d20)[ 13 ] (with cover) Krey - (1d20)[ 8 ] (with cover) Thargol - (1d20-1)[ 10 ] (due to distance) Mexanis - (1d20)[ 20 ] (with cover) Gauli - (1d20)[ 19 ] (with half-cover) Mexanis - (1d20)[ 4 ] (without cover) Gauli - (1d20)[ 15 ] (with half-cover) Jeff - (1d20)[ 9 ] \nDamage rolls (if hit): Arianelle - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Krey - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Thargol - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Mexanis - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Gauli - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Jeff - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] \nGauli's helmet is knocked off by a javelin, his head is also cut badly. The second dart is halted a foot away from the dwarf's leg by a bush. (1 point of damage to Gauli)\nMexanis' back suddenly alights with fiery pain. A foot-and-a-half long javelin sticks out from the Wizard's back-- luckily the injury was not critical --. A second attack comes from Mexanis front. It misses, Mexanis having kneeled from pain. (1 point of damage to Mexanis)\nA javelin zaps past Arianelle's head.\nKrey ducks into the foliage, pursued by two javelins. He stands up again unharmed.\nA javelin flies toward Thargol. A strong wind causes it to fall five feet short, into the pit. \"Yreip!\" yelps Gaariss.\n\nKrey dashes toward a kobold only a few feet away from Arianelle. He clasps his right hand, his knuckles whitening. A red glow escapes his fingers. He opens his hand, flames raise strongly from it at the taste of forest air. The gnome aims at the kobold before him, and throws. \"Arianelle!\" Krey shouts. \"Get away from there!\" Touch-Attack - (1d20)[ 12 ] Damage - (1d6+1)[ 4 ] The fire misses the kobold. The foliage it stands in, however, is set alight. The blast of flame knocks the kobold to the ground. Still alive, but barely conscious, the kobold tries to crawl away from the inferno, itself still ablaze.\nThe fire spreads quickly through the unresistant bushes, kobolds doing their best to get away.\n\nNew formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## #k### t t\n OOTkx##### # t\n t t OO #####k\n k# M Ax##k# #\n# t K z # # # t\n # G# #t\n t #x ## Jx## #k# t\n # z# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (no longer in cover). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Thargol. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area. Red = Burning.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold \n6 kobolds\nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\n Thargol \n Kobold It is now, Thargol 's turn." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n\nWith the injuries starting to tell, Thargol moves forward a step, grunting from the pain, moving between the group of Kobolds around the downed one, viciously striking the Kobold not occupied with healing\n\n \n Spoiler \nStatus: 4/9 HP, AC 14\nFlurry of blows:\nAttack 1 (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \nAttack 2 (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \nDamage 1 (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \nDamage 2 (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Neither strike touches the kobold.\n End of Round 2 \n Start of Round 3 \n\nThe kobold Thargol attacked flanks him along with the other kobold. Attack - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] Attack - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 2 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 5 ] \nThargol easily dodges the first strike, blocking the side of the shaft with his arm. The other kobold, however, attacks him from behind, and pierces his lung with its spear. The half-orc falls to the ground in pain. Death will come for him soon... (Thargol takes 5 damage, and is now at -1hp. He will die in 9 rounds [much fewer if the kobolds decide to Coup-De-Grace him])\nTwo kobolds throw their Javelins at Arianelle, retreating from the fire immediately after. Attack - (1d20)[ 20 ] (with half-cover) Attack - (1d20)[ 13 ] (with half-cover) Damage - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nThe first kobold strikes true, its javelin stabbing deeply into Arianelle's shoulder. Although her vision is blurred by the platter of her own blood, she manages to slices the second javelin so that it falls harmlessly to the ground. (3 points of damage to Arianelle)\nThe medic kobold tries once again to stabilize his/her friend. Heal - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] The kobold Medic stabilizes its friend very successfully. It glances at the advancing flame, and makes plans to move his/her friend.\n\nThe fire, meanwhile, spreads quickly.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## T k### t t\n OO kx##### k t\n t t OO ######\n k# M Ax ## ## k\n# t K z ### t\n # G# #t\n t #x ## Jx## #k# t\n # z# # # t \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey (no longer in cover). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Dying Thargol (half-cover against range) [-1hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area. Red = Burning. Blue = Dying.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold \n Kobold \n5 kobolds\n Mexanis \nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n2 kobolds\nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold It is now, Mexanis ' turn." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis sees a lone Kobold in the bushes to the left, not noticing the kobolds spear peircing Thargol. He sees no option but to run directly into the bushes next to it, and lanches his last offensive spell.\n Arrhenius \nMoving his hand in a pushing motion, and a few droplets of a green liquid splash towards the kobolds.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack:[roll]1d20[roll]\ndamage:[roll]1d3[roll]\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold is too surprised to dodge. It passes-out as the green liquid collides.\n\nJeff charges at a kobold hiding in the bushes. Charge - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] Damage - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \"Griiiksh!\" hisses the kobold, as Jeff tears at it. It is bleeding very badly.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## #k##### t\n #k########k#k#########\nt ##k### ### #\n# ## T k### t t\n OO kx##### k t\n t t OO ######\n xM Ax ## ## k\n# t K z ### t\n # G# #t\n t #x ## #x## Jx# t\n # z# # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey (no longer in cover). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (now in half-cover against range). T = Dying Thargol (half-cover against range) [-1hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area. Red = Burning. Blue = Dying.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nKobold \n5 kobolds\nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \n Gauli \n Kobold \n Kobold \nArianelle\n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold It is now, Gauli 's turn." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Spent from his last outburst Gauli swept his eyes around the battlefield. He found Mexanis and jogged toward him with the idea that he would shield him from incoming harm. He didn't want to hit anything again unless he absolutely had to." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'm glad you're all so caring for eachother, and willing to throw your lives on the line to rescue one of your own.... no wait, that's a different group.))\nGauli is shielding Mexanis. Shield, shield, shield. 😁\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nKobold \n5 kobolds\nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n Kobold \n Kobold \n Arianelle \n9 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold It is now, Arianelle 's turn." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle is about to grab the wounded kobold away from the flames when she sees Thargol collapse. Krey's too far to help with this fire... She gestures with her left hand towards the farther kobold threatening the fallen monk. \"Let that one dread the bloodshed... and the other take his example... \" \n\nLifting her little javelineer bodily, she lunges toward the kobolds and tumbles him at the feet of the one threatening Thargol. With little hope of breaking the apparent language barrier, she nonetheless snarls at the creature, brandishing her sickle. \"Take your wounded and run. Go!\" \n \n Spoiler \ncasting Cause Fear on the kobold right of Thargol, picking up the unconscious kobold (if it's less than 88 lb, managable), taking a 5 foot step up, and dropping the kobold one space up from that, into the space of the kobold down from Thargol.\n\nAnd hoping for minor miracles...\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The cleric easily lifts up the wounded kobold, who falls at the feet of the attacker kobold. The attacker- his/her fear amplified by the confusion of Arianelle having carried (and given back) one of its own and the swiftly approaching flames -drops its spear and runs over the half-orc to get as far away as possible. The other kobold, seeing the retreat, decides to follow his companion. They leave the wounded kobold.\n\nOther kobolds, looking at Gauli close in with Mexanis, take up the dwarf on what they believe a challenge, and all throw their Javlins at the wizard (causing Gauli to have all of them to fend off). Attack - (1d20)[ 19 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 14 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 10 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 11 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 9 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 3 ] Attack - (1d20)[ 18 ] \nDamage (if hit): Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nThe first and last darts-sized javelins pierce the Dwarf's armour, but leave him mostly alright. (2 points of damage to Gauli, none to Mexanis)\n\nKrey watches the kobold crawl out of the flames with a grimace. He runs over to it and attempts to put it out of misery with his still enchanted Staff. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] Damage - (1d8+1)[ 5 ] \nThe gnome stikes down hard on the kobold's neck. Crack! and the creature is dead.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ##\nt #### #k#k#t ## k # k # k ### t\n k #k####### k # k #### k ####\nt ##### ### #\n# ## T #### t t\n OO xx##### t\n tG t OOA######\n xM ## ## ## k\n# t K z ### t\n # ## #t\n t #x###x## Jx# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey. J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (no longer in cover). T = Dying Thargol (half-cover against range) [-2hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). z = Prone kobold. Sienna = Greased area. Red = Burning. Blue = Dying. Yellow = Fleeing.\n\nThargol's turn is skipped since he's unconscious and dying (Thargol is now at -2 HP).\n End of Round 3 \n Start of Round 4 \n\nThe kobold who slipped over from the grease spell (and hit his head on a rock, making it hard to see clearly for several seconds) stands up, now that the spell has worn away. Realizing that his/her good friend had been mauled by the riding dog, the kobold takes revenge to the best of its abilities. Jeff - (1d20-2)[ 3 ] (due to distance) Damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] The javelin fails to hit Jeff, though it does alert him to another kobold's presence.\nSeveral other kobolds find that they are out of javelins, and decide to flee with their other comrades.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\nKobold \nKobold\n 4 kobolds \n Mexanis \nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n Kobold \n Kobold \nArianelle\n 2 kobolds \n6 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\n Kobold It is now, Mexanis ' turn." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " Gauli, thank you for defending me. Now go after the kobolds, I'll be fine! \nAs he says this, Mezanis ducks aroud the tree and crouches, attempting to hide from the javalins.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDiangonol step behind the tree.\nAlso, FYI, I'm out of any offensive power.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"You're coming with me, rotgut\" Gauli snarls with all the blood he can muster. Matching the step Mexanis makes the Dwarf interposes himself between all the remaining Kobolds and the Wizard. Replacing his axe back where it was before the whole mess started, he tried to pull his companion along with him as he made his way toward Arianelle and Krey." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry guys, but you'll have to wait till tomorrow for me to post. I've been feeling sick lately....))\n\n((Edit: I feel too sick to DM. Gemini will take over until I'm well.\nEdit2: I've just heard back from Gemini, he should be posting the next part soon.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHello all, I'm back from vacation, and am ready to get back to the battle.\n " }, { "author": "Gemini", "message": "Greetings from your co-DM. I've been working behind the scenes for a while, helping the current DM with running D&D, but alas, he has gotten sick, and will be unable to conitnue this campaign for a few days. I BEG YOU TO STAY WITH THIS!!!!!!11 I've seen too many games die like this, please, use the suscribtion option to keep an eye on this game, and DON'T LET IT FALL!! I would run this while he's gone, but it's different from how I run grids and whatnot and I don't want to confuse anyone or get myself confused. So please, just keep with this." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Gemini \n Greetings from your co-DM. I've been working behind the scenes for a while, helping the current DM with running D&D, but alas, he has gotten sick, and will be unable to conitnue this campaign for a few days. I BEG YOU TO STAY WITH THIS!!!!!!11 I've seen too many games die like this, please, use the suscribtion option to keep an eye on this game, and DON'T LET IT FALL!! I would run this while he's gone, but it's different from how I run grids and whatnot and I don't want to confuse anyone or get myself confused. So please, just keep with this. \n \n\n[ooc]Don't worry. I, for one am just as happy with/worried about the future of; this game as you are. and I say to the rest of you: listen to the co-DM! I, too, have seen far too many games die and would like to see this one continue.\n\nPS: Gemini, while you're here, can you explain how I started the Grease fire? I've marked it down so far as my Gommish Prestedigitation spell-like power, and would just like a bit of confirmation.[/ooc]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Patience go in and out every day and all are better for doing that kind of thing. 🙂" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jeff snarls and charges at the kobold who attacked him. [roll0] [roll1] ((Due to the stupid dice roller messing up when I did \"Preview Post\", I'm doing these rolls privately.)) The kobold gives out a kind of scream as Jeff bites into his arm. The limb snaps like a brittle twig in the wolf-hound's jaws. The kobold falls to the ground unconscious and bleeding.\n\nThe Kobold Medic lifts up his/her companion with effort, and makes a mad run for the other fleeing kobolds.\nThe fire spreads rapidly.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\n 4 kobolds \nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \n Gauli \n Kobold\nKobold \nArianelle\n 2 kobolds \n6 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Gauli 's turn.\n\n((Make a strength check for the case where Mexanis resists. If the mage does want to resist, then MeklorIlavator must make an opposed strength check.)) Gauli, with or without the human, runs over to Krey and Arianelle.\n\nUpdate on formation: (note: Mexanis' postion will be determined by whether he resists.)\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ## k \nt #### #k#k#t ## m k # k # k ### t\n k # k ####### k # k #### k ####\nt ##### ### #\n# ## T #### t k t\n OO x###### t\n t t OOA## ## ##\n x G ###### k \n#Mt K x ### t\n # ## #t\n t # x ### x ## Jx# t\n # k# # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey. J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (no longer in cover). T = Dying Thargol (half-cover against range) [-2hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. m = Kobold Medic. k = Kobold (all kobolds are standing in foliage, granting cover against ranged attacks). # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks) and a kobold standing over him/her (also has cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Blue = Dying. Yellow = Fleeing. Purple = Dead.\n\nInitiative:\n Kobold\n 4 kobolds \nMexanis\nJeff (due to readied action)\n Kobold \nGauli\n Kobold\nKobold \n Arianelle \n 2 kobolds \n6 kobolds\nKrey\nThargol\nKobold It is now, Arianelle 's turn." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " Thank the light, it worked... Feeling the fire at her heels, Arianelle steps out of the flammable bushes, towards the unconscious half-orc. \"Light, make him whole!\" A dim glow gathers around her right hand as she reaches for Thargol, then vanishes as she touches her fingertips to his shoulder.\n\nShe turns away immediately, with a last shout for the monk's hopefully reviving mind. \"Get up and move! These bushes are burning!\" Grabbing the slashed and bleeding kobold, she yanks him/her from under the endangered greenery and slings the creature over her sickle arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5-foot step along the side of the pit, to the non-shrubbery space, cast CLW on Thargol (1d8+4)[ 7 ] , pick up the kobold again. If the kobold and whatever it's still got on it weighs more than 44lb, Arianelle is heavily loaded and loses a point of AC.\n\nAlso, I'm claiming dodge against the nearest non-fleeing kobold in the north bushes.\n\n[ooc]I think that would be Create Fire. Seems the most relevant druidic ability.[/ooc]\n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYeah, but all I had prepared today was Detect Poison, Purify Food and Drink, and Shillelagh (used) I'm just gonna say it's my gnomish Presto power (that has a Fire Finger thing) and leave it at that. On a related note, methinks Krey's gonna be kicking himself for starting a forest fire. On an even more related note, what're the rules for putting out a fire without water or some such thing?\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \nStrength check (1d20-1)[ 9 ] \n \n\nMexanis resists as best he can, knowing that its almost hopeless to resist the fighter." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 19 ] - Gauli moves naturally.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Mexanis is dragged along by Gauli.\nArianelle successfully revives Thargol back to consciousness (5hp). He is currently still prone.\n\nAll the kobolds begin fleeing into the distance.\n\nUpdate on formation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ###\nt #### #####t ########### t\n ######################\nt ##### ### #\n# ## T#### t# t\n OOAx###### t\n t t OO ## ## ##\n x MG ###### #\n##t K x ### t\n # ## #t\n t # x ### x ## Jx# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey. J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli (no longer in cover). T = Prone Thargol (half-cover against range) [5hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead.\n\nAll enemies left. Battle ending. Everyone now acts by posting order (Thargol might want to get away from the fire).\n\n(( Putting out fire: \nWith a shovel, you can put out a five-foot-square of flames out without risk of injury as a standard action.\nWithout shovels, you can attempt to stamp out a square of flames with a full-round-action. A DC15 Fort save is required to avoid 1d4 points of burning damage.\nA bucket or similar sized container of water can put out a square of flames instantly with a standard action.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "With the Kobolds gone, Krey is free to see the results of the battle. Before he even sees his other comrades or worries about Garriss, he notices the rapidly spreading fire. \"No!\" He screams, eyes widening as he realizes what he did in the heat of battle. Immediately, and without thinking, he rushes over to the flames, and begins to attempt to stamp them out.\n\n \n Spoiler \nmove action to reach the nearest patch of flames, next full-round action to try and stamp out said patch of flames. Fortitude save VS. fire damage (1d20)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "As the last kobolds vanish, and no more javelins fly out of the bushes, Arianelle feels the adrenaline begin to fade, and incidentally the stubby javelins still jammed in her shoulder and side. The kobold blood leaking from her burden and dripping off her right elbow reminds her of work to be done. Not done. Can't stop now. \n\nScanning the battlefield, she sees the gnome's huge hound obviously standing over something. Still carrying the kobold, she jogs over. \"You, dog!...Jeff! Get away from that! Go to Krey!\" She settles her kobold on the ground, close enough that she can reach the dog, and begins binding its wound.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to one up/left of Jeff's position, drop the kobold again, and heal.\n\nTake ten if allowable for 16. If not, (1d20+6)[ 18 ](24) \n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n\nStill dizzy from blood loss and injury, Thargol laborously gets back on his feet. He looks around, sees Arianelle dragging of the Kobold and Krey frantically trying to extinguish the fire. It takes a moment before he fully grasps then situation. The air is shimmering with the heat, distorting the vista. Then Thargol drops his pack and goes for the shovel and the waterskins strapped to the the side, tossing the latter in the general direction of the Druid before beginning to move towards the flame to fling loose soil and dirt over the fire....\n\n \n Spoiler \n Throws: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\nI actually have a shovel.......we could make some headway with the extinction of the fire. We should work from downwind though\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Gauli \n\nThe Dwarf moves toward the pit where the Gnoll manged to trap itself until he can peek in to see how deep it is. After determining that he takes a critical look at the area to try and discover what might happen if the fire isn't extinguished well enough. Along the way a grunt of annoyance passes his lips. \"Stones don't burn.\" He harrumphs." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Although Krey successfully stamps out some of the flames, he also succeeds at burning himself badly. (4 Damage to Krey)\nJeff obediently sits down as Arianelle heals him, used to his master doing such things in the past. He growls at the dropped kobold, watching it carefully.\nThargol buries a patch of flame and tosses the watter sacks mostly in the right direction." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Tch!\" Krey grunts at his burns, but doesn't even think of stopping. He nods in Thargol's direction as thanks for the aid and the water. He grabs both waterskins, opens one, and aims it in the direction of a patch of flames directly in front of him. He squeezes the skin with full force, quickly emptying its contents onto the flames.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPick up the waterskins and use a standard action to empty one onto the nearest patch of flames to the north of Krey\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle waves a hand vaguely toward the gnome and grimaces at the dog as she sets to work on the kobold at her feet. \"Go bother Krey. Leave me alone. These aren't enemies anymore.\" . With the little reptile's wound dressed, she circles the obstructive beast to kneel over the kobold he had mauled.\n\nBefore applying herself to the messy wounds, she calls out to the others. \"Are there more wounded kobolds out there?\" \n \n Spoiler \nTake ten to stabilize the kobold and move to the next (live) one nearby.\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " That was unnecessary, Gauli, I was perfectly safe over in those bushes. \nFinally pulling his arm free of the dwarf, Mexanis looks around the battlefield for a second, then hears Arianelle's question.\n There is one more in the bushes over there. He shouldn't be to bad, it was only a cantrip \n\nHe points towards the bushes where he was until Gauli pulled him away, but his hand is shaking so much he is forced to steady it, obviously still not off the adrenaline high." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli frowns a bit. With no small amount of conviction he voices a semi-quiet reply. \"Dwarves go together unless they want to die alone.\" He makes no move to help anyone, noting the shaking arm and whatever else happens to happen in the smoldering clearing." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Krey doses yet another fire. It begins to spread away from Krey and Thargol.\nThe dog licks Arinelle's face gratefully. He continues to vigilantly watch the fallen kobolds.\nThe wounds are bound well. The kobold stops twitching in pain and goes into a more restful unconsciousness." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey swears aloud in Druidic -to the rest of the party, it just sounds like aggravated gibberish- and sprays another water skin at the flames, while simultaneously drawing two more out of his pack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStandard action to douse the next flame in front of me, move action to pull two more water skins out of my pack (I have four)\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle twists her head away, taking her face out of easy reach for further licking while she staunches the bleeding around the kobold's bite wound.\n\nThat done, she rises, swiping her relatively clean left arm across her face, and jogs around the the hound in a wide arc, picking up speed as she passes Mexanis.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTake 10 to heal kobold, move to 1 space under Mexanis last mapped position.\n\nIntending to run to the kobold in the left bushes next round.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Can someone send that dog back with a message?\" Gauli wonders idly as he searches for anything new, among his quarry attackers, help or wounded animals like that pig the Gnoll had chased into the giant hole." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \" Hyeeeaaahkshsssssthpg!! \" interrupts the staunching of kobolds and quenching of flames. If one turns to look, they would see a kobold falling backwards, revealing-- as it falls --a pure-white kobold. An aimed and recently unloaded crossbow rests in its hands... \nA rough estimate of twenty eight kobolds follow the white one, equip with chain shirts and crossbows. Smile-like expressions cross their faces as they march into crossbow range and aim...\n((The kobolds are fifty feet away [I won't be bothering with a map just yet]. Initiative is determined by posting order, I won't post the kobolds' action for a while.))\n\n: Or claws." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis sees the approaching kobalds and dives for cover.\n\n \n Spoiler \nProne in the bushes at the bottom of the map(unless the new arrivals are coming from the bottom of the map, in which case he hides in the bushes at the top)\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Sweat beads his brow, and his body is heavy with exertion. Still, Thargol moves quickly to put the the raging fires between him, obscuring their lines of sight, making them come to him \"This, gods of the earth and wood, could be our final hour!\" he utters, readying himself for yet mor slaughter and impending death." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle continues picking up speed, then drops and skids to a stop under leafy shelter.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRun to bushes, drop prone. Running to the remaining wounded kobold if that isn't towards the new arrivals. Otherwise, ending within reach of Mexanis.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "The Dwarf isn't far behind Mexanis when he flees, unlike the wondrous arcane he doesn't attempt to shield himself. He stands in the open with his pack on his back and an axe in one hand. He keeps his posture peaceful and makes no indication that he intends to harm anything. \"Someone tell them we've come to offer them terms.\" His voice is tired with apparent boredom." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey's heart begins to sink as he sees reinforcements arrive for the Kobolds. He shouts to them, switching into Orcish in the hopes of making himself understood. [color=sienna]\"We do not wish to fight with you! We are only trying to pass through this forest peacefully. Is there no way that can happen?\"\nAs he says this, he reluctantly moves out of the fire, towards some of the bushes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhile walking out of the fire, and toward the nearest cover, attempting a Diplomacy Check (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n(Might as well try, right?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Hkth!\" hisses the white kobold. Translation: \n Spoiler \n \"Ready!\" \n \n The assortment of kobolds check their crossbows quickly.\n \"Kyiiish\" \n Spoiler \n \"Aim\" \n \n The kobolds raise their weapons, aiming them at the party.\n \" Squcreeeee!! \" interrupted a voice from the bushes. Two kobolds were attacking the pig-like-beast, causing it to squeal piercingly.\nAll the kobolds-- except the white one --cringe greatly.\n \" Whreeeeaaa!! \" echoes from the trees. A horse sized pig-like beast rushes out.\n \" Tssspiiir! \" hisses the white kobold. \n Spoiler \n \"Tapir!\" \n \n The force lose their grins and give what might be a fearful expression. \" Hssshksst? Qwuishhsghs! \" \n Spoiler \n \" What are you waiting for? Fire! \" \n \n The kobolds quickly aim and fire their crossbows at the Pig-beast, most of the bolts missing in their nervousness. The Pig-beast charges at the kobolds, trampling two badly, knocking three through the air and crushing one with very strong jaws (though apparently little in the line of teeth).\nA very confusing fight breaks out with the kobolds and the Pig-thing." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Heh. That's what you get for messing with the animals.\" Krey, knowing that it's likely not a good idea to get in the way of the pig-beast, moves back toward the fire, and opens another waterskin on the nearest patch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to reach the nerest still-burning flames, standard action to douse it with a waterskin. Also woo! My healing potion was not wasted here!\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli only sighed with resignation as he watched the pig bite into them. His eyes looked very soft and sunken just then, before he turned them away from direct light. He leaned his axe on his shoulder and felt the weight. “Has anyone seen my helmet?” He drawled." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle drags herself to her feet, getting a glimpse of the new situation, and bends over the kobold, cleaning and binding acid burns hastily. Light's mercy, we have a chance... She calls out to the others. \"That thing isn't going to beat them, is it? Someone get Gaariss out of the hole so we can leave while they're busy!\" \n \n Spoiler \nStand, heal check (1d20+6)[ 25 ] to stabilize kobold\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Being blissfully ignorant of the Gnoll in the hole Gauli wanders around (somehow avoiding getting stuck in the struggle) and doesn’t rest until his warped helmet is planted firmly on his head. Once he feels content he goes back into the trees, feeling more than a little tired. His eyes give more than a few clues to suggest his state of mind and his skin is suddenly pale. He hasn't taken well to the fighting." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Upon Arianelle suggestion, Thargol turns around shrply, running to wards the trap and readying the rope from his pack. \"By the gods, she is right!\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "From the efforts of Krey and Thargol, the flames are only 50% of what they once were.\nThough the acid had deteriorated his/her skin greatly, the kobold is bandaged up and the acid is removed.\nGauli finds his helmet in some foliage. A frog is sitting in it ((Free action to put the helmet on with the frog in it [the frog won't be harmed.], move action to put it on without the frog.)). \"Ribbit\" the frogs greets.\nThargol notices-- after a tug that could uproot a tree --that it would be hard by himself. ((Two difficult strength checks are required to keep the rope steady while Gaariss climbs it [he's very heavy]. If you have someone help you then it will be easier [or you could tie the rope to a tree and hope it stays put.].))\nJeff sits their bewildered. He barks aggressively at the distant kobolds.\n\nKobolds stab at the beast, their spears hardly breaking the tough skin. The white kobold in what might be its neck.\nThe mini elephant-like creature throws its head back repeatedly, finally sending the white kobold through the air. Thunk! And into a tree. He/she lies their dazed. rough map:\n Code: \n ZZZZ\n ZZZZZZZ\n ZZZZZ\n\n ## # ## # # ## ###\nt #### #####tW########### t\n ######################\nt ##### ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x###### t\n t t OO ######\n x T ###K ## #\n#At x ### t\n # ## G #t\n t #x##Mx## xJx# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Combat with beast-thing. W = White kobold.\n\n((Note: Credit goes to Lord_Herman for the picture of the white kobold.))" }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \"I´ll be damned if I can´t pull that beast from under there. There´s at least some Orc in me\" Thargol thought, and with a grimace and determination, he picked himself up from the ground and set himself to the task.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStrength Check [roll]1d20+3[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Seeing the half-orc tugged off balance, Arianelle sets her teeth and sprints back across the open space to help him.\n \n Spoiler \nrun to reach Thargol so that she can assist in holding the rope next round.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli doesn't even notice the frog in his helmet and plops it on his head without comment. He sets his axe back where it should have stayed and waits with Mexanis, watching the others struggle over the rope. Really it was common sense.\nHis weirdly colored eyes searched the white kobold for signs of what it might do. Among other things he knew it was ruthless, and heartless things were something worth keeping two eyes on." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'll tell you the result for Gaariss now.)) With much effort, the two hold the rope long enough for the gnoll to climb it. \"Raagh-Raaah!\" he says friendlily. He licks Thargol and Arianelle: A gnollish sign of gratitude rarely performed.\nGauli sees the White Kobold is attempting to recover its awareness.\n\nThe tapir kills two more kobolds, and injures another one. \" Screee! \" echoes from the bushes. The baby pig-thing was attacked by a red kobold with a scimitar. The supposed parent of the animal breaks through the stunned reptilians and charges full-on at the Red Kobold. It runs away, stops every time the beasts seemed to lose interest and shoots them until they further pursue. The other kobolds stare off into blankness after the Red Kobold, giving the impression of a moment of silence.\n \" Rasfpphhgrrthiiiss! \" the White Kobold hisses, breaking the silence. \" Hssh Phiskick gtht ssss! Xivvit fSsssk qurrrkth! \n\"Ziiiitbh? Kuriiistariisslmas? Yiiy! \" \n\nEight kobolds move with the White kobold closer to the party. Eighteen more huddle together with a black kobold. The second lot look stronger (besides the white kobold).\nThe fire has spread in all the action ((Krey automatically moves away from the spreading flames.)).\n\n\n Code: \n ZZZZ\n ZZZZZZZ\n ZZZZZ\n\n ## # ## # # ## ###\nt ##k#kk#k##t############ t\n ##kW#k#k##############\nt ###k# ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x###### t\n t t OO ##K## # \n x NT ### ### #\n#At A x ### t\n # ## G #t\n t # x ##M x ## xJx# t\n # ## # # t \nM = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. W = White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\n\n((Credit goes to Lord_Herman for the picture of Gaariss.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey jumps back from the flames spreading again. \"Crap!\" He wheels around and sees the fight escalating. Swearing again in Druidic, he rushes back towards Thargol, kicking himself for not being able to do anything more for the fire with the fight going on as it is.\n\n \n Spoiler \nmove action to get next to Thargol, opposite Gaariss.\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " It´s time to finish this, before the entire forest is reduced to cinders Thargol thought, looking around. he hesitated But there´s little cover to be found, making this very dangerous \nSuddenly, he decides for a course of action and makes a dash straight across the clearing, for the lone tree opposite of the group of Kobolds...." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Raging kobolds barraged his senses only a few trees away so they could lead him to nothing less than total insanity. Clever little beasts never left well enough alone and he wouldn’t either. Raising his voice so everyone could hear it he gave another suspect command. “Someone tell me if we can put out that fire.” \nHe approved of their strength in hauling that flea-ridden mutt from the hole, but he wouldn’t tell them that. Unfortunately for his stores of chocolate that meant he owed them a piece. They didn’t need to know that. He heard a distinct croak from his helmet. That was probably just a scratchy throat. His eyes never once left the white Kobold, they shifted from side-to-side in search of anything that might call his attention." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle, entirely unfamiliar with Gnoll gratitude, flinches away from the licking. She watches in bemusement as the others shake out into what could be termed fighting positions. I can run, I'm not the one needs to be leaving now for a head start... \n\nShe takes the opportunity to jog over to the sheltering leaves behind the...strangely rambling...dwarf, and attempts to draw the miniature javelins from his leg and shoulder. While doing that, she addresses the others. \"The last kobolds had javelins. We're lucky to be alive. These have crossbows. Gaariss is out of the pit. Why are we standing here?\" Though initially calm, or at least controlled, her voice rises noticeably on the final question.\n\n \n Spoiler \nmove and take ten heal check to treat Gauli\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry guys, I've got a chest infection, so I'm too sick to DM for now. I'll try to post tomorrow [if you like, you can roll for initiative now])).\n\nOOC: : Note on the dice roller: [roll=Test]XdY(+/-Z)[/roll ]\nTest = the name of the roll. X = number of dice used. Y = number of sides to each dice. Z = amount added or subtracted from the roll. Note that it won't work if you have the space between the \"roll\" and the \"]\".\n Example - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \n\nHope this helps, and I hope I get better soon." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI hope you get better soon that chest cold seems to be impairing your motor functions. It looked like you typed 'roll for initiative', and I wondered whether Connors was that weird. You didn't mean fight or anything...\nI'm sorry, that may have been in poor taste. I really hope you feel better soon. Don't forget to eat well and exercise a little if you can. Nothing too serious, you might try walking from one end of the room to the other.\n \n\n\nGauli clenches his teeth tightly, jerking around as the javelins are pulled from him. He doesn't think so much, he'd even forgotten they were there. It felt good to hurt. For the first time in minutes he remembered he could move that way." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Finally feeling a bit better.))\n\nArinelle removes several javelins from Gauli, causing him acute pain. ((Gauli's speed has returned to normal.))\nThe kobolds that had huddled together, begin to move. They circle around the pit toward the party's right flank.\n \"Grahg-hrah, grah-rah grrg,\" Gaariss volunteers. He moves away swiftly toward the flanking group of kobolds.\n\nEveryone please roll for initiative." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \n[roll0]\n\nGood to have you back.\n\nTo give everyone notice, I'm going to be away friday to monday, and may not have internet access. If it turns out that I do, I'll let you know.\n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 10 ] \n\nWelcome back boss! Missed ya!\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n1d20\n \n\n Stupid 10 letter limit " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nGah! I messed up the rolling function. Real initiative:\n (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] Wonder how I managed to botch that?\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative roll: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 6 ] \n \n Initiative roll is hereby begun." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry about the late posting. My virus has somehow became a stomach problem, so I won't be posting the first combat action yet. Here's the initiative order for now.))\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold \n2 kobolds\nKobold\nKobold\nKobold\nKobold\nWhite Kobold\nMexanis\nArianelle\nThargol\nKrey\nGauli\nKobold " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "All the kobold load their crossbows.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\n2 kobolds\nKobold\nKobold\nKobold\nKobold\nWhite Kobold\n Mexanis \nArianelle\nJeff\nThargol\nKrey\nGauli\nKobold It is now Mexanis ' turn.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kW#k#k##########ZZZ#\nt ###k# ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x###### N t\n t t OO ##K###\n x T ###### #\n##t x ### t\n # ##AG #t\n t #x##Mx## xJx# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. W = White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis looks towards the sound of reloading crossbows. And turns to Gauli.\n I don't think we can beat this group. Especially if the huddled ones join in. What should we do? I'm almost out of spells, All I have left is Mount . I can't fight them! I'll die! \nSaying this the slim wizard's right hand begins twirling a single silver piece." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli turned from face to face feeling his fingers with his palms only as long as they could still feel before they went white. He felt like a ragged scrap of meat so thin it looked like cloth, he felt like shaking. Mexanis needed his help, that was enough for him. \"Horses and trees don't mix.\" He observed. \"Or dwarves for that matter, so don't use the horse spell.\" He blinked, inching back a hairsbreadth. \"You're smart enough not to get killed, so lets see what everyone else does before we make ourselves scare from all those nasty little bolts. It hurts when you're shot, but bolts are sissies compared to javelins.\" His humorless smirk showed more teeth than it should have." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle stares disbelievingly at the Dwarf. \"If we let them shoot at us, it'll be bad anyway. If we're not going to go away, we've got a better chance right up in front of them.\" \n\nThat said, she waits to see what the others actually do." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle startles and fixes her eyes on apparently empty air toward the middle of the clearing, awe and a touch of suspicion dawning on her face. Moments later she blinks, and mutters under her breath. \"Was that it? It was different before. But I'm awake this time...Doesn't matter, no choices. Can't all run anyway... At them, before they can shoot!\" \n\nShe charges across the open space toward the kobolds, sickle in hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \nattack roll: (1d20+3)[ 6 ](9) damage: (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \nAC 15\nCharging and attacking like so:\n\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kW# k #k##########ZZZ#\nt ###k# \| ### #\n# ## \| ##### t# t\n \| OO x###### N t\n t t \\ OO ##K###\n x T \| ###### #\n##t \| x ### t\n # ##AG #t\n t #x##Mx## xJx# t\n # ## # # t \n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm going under the assumption that I delayed my turn due to general Indecision\n \n\nMexanis looks around frantically, as if trying to find someone.\n Huh? Wait don't go! What am I supposed to do with it? Fine. Its not like the spell will do any good later. Arcesso Equus \nAs he says this a light horse appears, standing in front of Mexanis as if waiting for him to mount.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nStandard Action:Cast Mount(The mount should appear in the squares directly in front of me)\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol sees the priestess-woman running intot he enemy ranks. Cursing softly, he takes one deep breath and gathers his strength. \"May today become the day...... he mutters softly, before setting his sights on the white Kobold. Explosively, he breaks from his position, runs towards his mark, and drops to his knees, sliding up to the white Kobold to deliver a crushing backhand to the head...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Status: 5/9 HP, AC 14\ntaking a move action to head over to the white Kobold, using my one stunning attack (DC 13). Oh...it was nice knowing the rest of the party.\nAttack roll (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \ndamage (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold Arianelle attacks lifts its crossbow to shield itself from the oncoming blow. The sickle stabs into the weapon, cutting the catch which holds the bolt. Twang! A kobold steps back hurriedly to avoid the misfire. The crossbow, after its modification, looks more suited to be a club.\nThe horse Mexanis sees, seems to be a perfectly ordinary horse, besides the fact it's white. The only strange thing, is that it's mane is slightly golden and-- glowing... The horse's two shiny eyes look at Mexanis invitingly. \"Neigh!\" it says, in a somehow nicer way then horses usually sound.\nThe white kobold stops hissing to turn to Thargol, crossbow aimed perfectly at his head. The half-orc is still ten feet away as the white kobold aims. Click, the trigger is pulled back...... but the bolt stays where it is. The white kobold looks at its crossbow confused, trying to see if the bolt had disappeared without seeing its flight. As it does this, WHAM! The white kobold slides backwards from the force of the blow. It sways a few times, then, with his hand to the spear on its back, its teeth grit and a glare of utter fury -- falls to the ground...\n\nThe other kobolds stare in shock at their fallen leader, as well as the monk that felled it. One reptilian shakes off the confusion, and aims its crossbow up at Arianelle. \" Rauf, rauf! \" \n'Wha-?' was the most likely thoughts of that kobold before the great monster leapt upon him. It was Jeff. The creature he savages would not be getting up any time soon.\n\nA wind feeds the flames into a sudden inferno, absorbing more bushes.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kx#k#x##########ZZZ#\nt ###k# T A J ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x#### # # N t\n t t OO ##K# ## \n x T ## #### #\n##t x ### t\n # ###G #t\n t #x#HMx## x#x# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Gauli. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. W = White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\n2 kobolds\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\nKobold\n White Kobold \nMexanis\nArianelle\nJeff\nThargol\n Krey \nGauli\nKobold It is now Krey 's turn." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Seeing the powerful work of his companion, Krey cannot contain his excitement \"Woo-hoo!\" he cries, then jumps back as the fire flares up again. He grits his teeth again and, understanding that the safety of the group is what he should be focusing on, darts from his spot and moves closer to the kobolds, while remaining in the foliage for cover, putting his guard up in anticipation of attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \nusing move action to move through the foliage, to the top-left corner of the patch of bushes I was already in, and using Standard action to initiate Total Defense for this round.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"That's a nice horse.\" He looked more than a little edgy. \"Let's not sully Moradin's favor with blood, can you talk them out of this?\" Inches closer to the horse he'd be able to step behind it if someone tried shooting at him. That was what it wanted, after all. \"At worst they'll eat him instead of us.\" He glanced at the horse and shimmied closer to Mexanis. He wasn't keen on following everyone into a crossfire and getting his innards on display before their message got where it was supposed to go.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving a little closer to Mexanis but standing beside the horse in view of everyone in the clearing. Ready an action to dive behind it and defend if someone attacks at range.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Krey hustles closer to the kobolds, while the cowardly fighter sidles behind the horse.\nA more clumsy kobold had dropped his bolt into the foilage while reloading its crossbow, and only just now fishes it out and begins to once again load the weapon.\n\nIn the distance, Gaariss challenges the other group of kobolds, alone. The lizardlings look to be snickering as they reload their crossbows. Twang! A flurry of bolts fly at the gnoll and blurring speed. The ranger sidesteps, just as quickly as the oncoming projectiles, but several kobold had shot late and anticipated this. A second flock of bolts fly at the gnoll. Unable to dodge, he brings out his over-sized battleaxe and handaxe, shielding himself best he can. Chink, chang, klunk ! All but one of the bolts deflect off his axes, and the one that hit barely gets through the chainshirt Gaariss wears.\nGrinning largely at the frightened kobolds, Gaariss charges headlong into them. He decapitates one and severs another in half, vertically.\n\nThe fight continues.....\n\n End of Round 1 \n Beginning of Round 2 \n\nThe kobolds look at each other, shocked by the brave action of the monk and cleric. They aim their crossbows (careful to avoid shooting their own) and... click! Nothing happens. The kobolds examine their weapons bewildered. They spend their time unjamming their crossbows.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kw#k#x##########ZNZ#\nt ###k# T A J ### #\n# ## K#### t# t\n OO x#### # # t\n t t OO #### ## \n x T ## # ### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x#HMx## x#x# t\n # #G # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. w = Unconscious/Dying White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\n2 kobolds\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\nKobold\n White Kobold \n Mexanis \nArianelle\nJeff\nThargol\nKrey\nGauli\nKobold It is now Mexanis ' turn." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " I don't think I can really ride this thing into battle...but he's a normal horse! He can attack by himself! \n Go! Attack the kobold. \nSaying this Mexanis points to the kobold directly in front of the summoned horse. After ordering the horse, Mexanis moves behind Arianelle, calling out to Gauli as he does so. Come, Gauli. Or companions need us. \n \n Spoiler \nI summoned a light horse, so I assume this is permissible. I believe its a standard action to direct it.\nMexanis: Standard action to direct horse. Move action to get next behind Arianelle.\nHorse: Move action to get next to Kobold.\nAttack Roll: (1d20-2)[ 3 ] \nDamage: (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry for not saying this ealier, but I handle all rolls and actions made by animal companions and summoned creatures [unless they have no mind].))\n\nThe horse seems disappointed by Mexanis' not mounting it. Still, it decides to charge into the kobolds. Charge Attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] Hoof - (1d4+6)[ 10 ] A strange, white, see-through smoke appears around the horse's front hooves as it charges. It pulls itself back suddenly, and throws its full weight down at the targeted kobold.\nThe reptilian almost explodes from the impact. It's ribs are broken and blood splatters over the bushes around it, and burns away like acid... The neighs, frightened at the gush of blood, but steers itself back into the fray.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kw#k#x##########ZNZ#\nt ###k# T A J ### #\n# #H M K#### t# t\n OO x###### t\n t t OO ######\n x ###### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # #G # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Prone Thargol [5hp]. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. w = Unconscious/Dying White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\n2 kobolds\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\nKobold\n White Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\n Arianelle \nJeff\nThargol\nKrey\nGauli\n Kobold It is now Arianelle 's turn." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle watches the kobolds fumbling with their inexplicably disfunctional crossbows. Thank you... Noting the mage at her back, Arianelle holds her place in the line, cutting at the kobold with her sickle.\n\n \n Spoiler \nattack: (1d20+1)[ 11 ](12) damage (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n\nIf she takes it down, she'll step diagonally up/left next to the white kobold\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold blocks Arianelle again with its crossbow(club), the weapon is cut in two from the blow. It hisses what might be a curse, and draws its spear, beginning to strike...\nJeff at this point, sees the kobold threatening the human who healed him, and jumps at the kobold's throat. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] Jeff catches onto the kobold's neck, ripping it badly and cracking the bone. The kobold chirps in pain, and writhes on the ground.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#kk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kw#kJx##########ZNZ#\nt ###k# T A ### #\n# #H M K#### t# t\n OO x###### t\n t t OO ######\n x ###### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # #G # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. w = Unconscious/Dying White kobold. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\nKobold\n White Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nArianelle\nJeff\n Thargol \nKrey\nGauli\n Kobold It is now Thargol 's turn." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "rolling over his left shoulder, Thargol comes back to his feet, rolling over the white Kobold and kicking at the one dirctly behind it\n\n \n Spoiler \n That´s assuming I am, indeed, prone to begin with. Makes 1 AoO for the kobold to the upper left of me. Otherwise I´d 5-foot step for a full attack\nAttack (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \nDamage (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Oh darn I'm sorry. I forgot to change that from when you were on the ground dying. That means we go with the 5-foot step and full attack.))\n\nThargol steps forward and swings his leg around, catching a kobold on the side of its neck before it could shield itself with its crossbow. It falls to the ground, well stunned.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ##k#xk#k##t########ZZZZ t\n ##kT#kJx##########ZNZ#\nt ###k# A ### #\n# #H M K#### t# t\n OO x#### # # t\n t t OO ### ## #\n x ## #### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # #G # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol standing over unconscious white kobold. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \n White Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nArianelle\nJeff\nThargol\n Krey \nGauli\n Kobold It is now Krey 's turn." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey notes with a bit of disappointment that the kobold numbers are already dwindling without him. Nevertheless, he exits the foliage and moves toward the fray, exiting the bushes, and noting a strange lack of noise from the fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKrey uses a move action to move one square north and three east (20 feet) and a standard action to use total defense for the round. Is the fire out somehow? Also, note that my being here today doesn't mean that I don't still wish you to NPC me if I don't show up later... did that make any sense?\n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \ndouble post hurts\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Actually, that was a mistake on my part. The fire is still there.))\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \n White Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nArianelle\nJeff\nThargol\nKrey\n Gauli \n Kobold It is now Gauli 's turn." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "One cowardly dwarf started to sneak out from behind the trees and walk toward all the ruckus with no care for his well-being, fingers haunched like claws ready to rend flesh and tear at screaming kobolds so they cried for mercy.\n\n \"I am the demon of Moradin!\" He growled over the fire. \"I'll spill your guts from your skulls and use them as flagons of ale for my friends who have stone bones to sate their thirst for dragon scales on!\" He raised his arms for effect. \"And blood suckled their beards that spilled down their gore spattered bodies which where bulging with Dwarf mighty muscles and horrid killing breath so the minute little dragon's kin screamed and begged for mercy but got none unless they run!\" His wild eyes and snarling lips could only help, especially when his monologue wasn't far off from how he looked.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 18 ] (I can't remember what my modifiers were... I'll post the final result here.)\nIt turned out that I had none, so I got eighteen for my Intimidate check. Meow.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((One problem with your intimidation check is that it won't work so well if the kobolds don't speak common.))\n\nThe kobolds ignore the dwarf's foreign ravings. Anger -- unquenchable dark lust for revenge builds up in the reptilians. The outsiders injured and killed their comrades, were surviving with only injuries and, defeated their leader. \"Rkksshiiyyaassss!\" they cry. \n Spoiler \nLet them scream as the Nine Hells!\n \n They drop their un-working crossbows, draw their spears, and charge while screaming something in Draconic.\nAttacks: Arianelle - (1d20)[ 18 ] Thargol - (1d20)[ 16 ] Thargol - (1d20)[ 18 ] Flank Jeff - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \nTwo kobolds come upon Thargol, trying to avenge their leader. Another one steps forward before attacking Arianelle like a berserker. A fourth stabs at Jeff from behind while he's distracted by another kobold.\nDamage: Arianelle - (1d6-1)[ 1 ] Thargol - (1d6-1)[ 4 ] Thargol - (1d6-1)[ 4 ] Jeff - (1d6-1)[ 2 ] \nArinelle slices at the spear as it comes at her. Unfortunately, her hand-- soaked with sweat --lets slip her sickle, and the spear continues on with the weapon attached to its shaft. Luckily, the sickle unbalances the spear's thrust, but still the cleric's cheek, ear and nose are badly torn. She smells an overpowering scent of blood, coming from her own half-gone nose. [1 point of damage. You are unable to smell until healed. Your nose can be completely fixed only through magic healing.]\nThargol is shocked by the sudden attack. He gets into combat stance and snatches at the first oncoming spear. He misses.... The small shaft continues on through the half-orc's hand and meets his shoulder deeply. Shouting in agonizing pain, Thargol forgets the second attacker... Spliishotch, the spear stuck out through the monk's back, having begun from his chest. The kobolds remove their spears quickly, leaving Thargol to writhe in his agony. [8 points of damage, status of dying: -3 HP. Unable to use right hand without magical or longterm healing.]\nJeff's ears prick up. He jumps barely in time to avoid the kobold attacking his rear.\n\nThe fire spreads more slowly then previously.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ###kx#####t########ZZZZ t\n ##kT#kJk##########ZNZ#\nt ###x# A ### #\n# #H M K#### t# t\n OO x#### ## t\n t t OO ### ### \n x G # ##### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol, prone and dying [-3hp] lying next to unconscious white kobold. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold\nWhite Kobold \n Mexanis \nHorse\nArianelle\nJeff\n Thargol \nKrey\nGauli\n Kobold It is now Mexanis ' turn." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " Thargol! Horse, get them! \nSaying this Mexanis runs over to the Kobold directly over Thargol and stabs him with his dagger, though misses wildly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMexanis:Move:right 15 feet, up 5 feet.\nAttack: (1d20-1)[ 0 ] \nDamage: (1d4-1)[ 0 ] \nHorse: Attack the kobolds that attacked Thargol. I guess I should leave the rolling up to you, DM.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Mexanis-- having no experience in combat --stabs pathetically at the kobold. It, in turn, catches the weapon by the blade, filling the human with shock and horror. The lizardling wrestles with Mexanis for his weapon ((Make a strength check.)). Strength - (1d20-1)[ 9 ] \nThe horse is at a loss as to which kobold to attack. One attacks the wizard who summoned him, but the other is about to finish the dying monk. In quick decision, the horse attacks the former, hoping for the best. Attack - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] Attack - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] Attack - (1d20-1)[ 19 ] \n Hoof - (1d4+3)[ 4 ] Hoof - (1d4+3)[ 6 ] Bite - (1d3+1)[ 2 ] \nThe horse's hooves come down upon the kobold, crushing many of its bones. With what life it had left, the kobold stabbed at the horse with its spear, screaming Draconic at the top of its injured lungs. The horse, luckily, sidestepped in time, and bit onto the kobold's head. The creature's skull was shattered -- and so it died.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ###kx#####t########ZZZZ t\n ##kT#kJk###K######ZNZ#\nt ###xHM A ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x#### ## t\n t t OO ### ### \n x G # ##### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol, prone and dying [-3hp] lying next to unconscious white kobold. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold\nWhite Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\n Arianelle \nJeff\n Thargol \nKrey\nGauli\n Kobold It is now Arianelle 's turn." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \nEr, is Arianelle disarmed now? Not that that changes her current action.\n \n\n \"Aiii!\" Arianelle staggers a moment and slaps her left hand to her gashed face. Regaining her balance, she draws it away again, little more blood-coated than it was already.\n\nHer own injury does not prevent her from watching Thargol run through...again. Ducking past the kobold's spear she watches the kobold, and the dog behind it, intently.\n \n Spoiler \n5 foot step up/left, flanking the kobold against Jeff. Declaring dodge against that kobold. Readied action to burn bless to CLW ( not defensively) Thargol after Jeff acts. Healing if the spell is cast successfully: (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry guys, but I got sick again. I've started taking Garlick pills for my health's sake. I guess it was hard to avoid, though. Apparently this is the biggest Flu victim rate in Australian history.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "((Awww. Don' worry about us 'till you get better. And that's an order. Australians are just too cool to be sick))" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Feeling a bit better....\nOh yes, you are disarmed, Arianelle.))\n\nArianelle steps away just in time to avoid another stab. Pressed between her and the dog, the kobold is hesitant to act. Jeff, however..... He was angry, the orc-person-thing was his master's friend and the kobolds hurt him -- but the blood, was what really gets Jeff excited. He takes advantage of the kobold's indecisiveness and comes upon it. Attack - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] Damage - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \nAs he jumps, the kobold swings around and hits him in the side of the head with its spear. Jeff misses, and pauses a moment to shake off the blow.\nThe kobold turns quickly again to try and strike Arianelle, but it was still off balance from its defence.\n\nThe cleric successfully heals Thargol. For him, the world snaps back out of the darkness that surrounded him. Stars and colours dance over his vision, the pain in his lungs surging through him like a burning disease. When the healing finished, all this went away, besides a strange tingling feeling pulsing through his body. Although the wounds through his hand and chest had been healed, blood still soaked his garment beyond recognition of its original colour.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ###kx#####t########ZZZZ t\n ##kTAkJk###K######ZNZ#\nt ###xHM ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x#### ## t\n t t OO ### ### \n x G # ##### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol, prone. lying next to unconscious white kobold. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold\nWhite Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nJeff\nArianelle\n Thargol \nKrey\nGauli\n Kobold It is now Thargol 's turn." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \"Aahhhh...the pain. I´m spending far too much time on the ground\" the Half-Orc thinks. But without much other viable options, he rolls back to his feet, hoping his luck holds, trxing to strike for a Kobold..\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo that´s moving with tumble to get back to my feet - it´s AoOs galore otherwise - coupled with an attempt to strike one of the kobolds:\n\nTumble (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \nAttack (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \ndamage (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Still stunned from his injuries, Thargol's roll is clumsy on the dense foliage. The kobold who gave the half-orc his fatal wound stabs at him once again. Attack - (1d20)[ 15 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 2 ] \nThe kobold's spear stabs into Thargol's leg, pinning him to the ground. He manages to half-stand and punch down at the creature's head, but it twisted the spear -- putting the monk in too much pain to even see the kobold.\n[2 points of damage. Standing in same square. Unable to move out without breaking the spear or removing it. Flatfooted. Speed decreased by 10ft. till treated.]\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold\nWhite Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nJeff\nArianelle\nThargol\n Krey \nGauli\n Kobold It is now Krey 's turn." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Moving through the rustling foliage, Krey moves within striking distance of the Kobold on his left. He grips his, sadly disenchanted, staff, and swings for the Kobold's ribs.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving 15 feet west with move action, and using standard action to attack the Kobold to my immediate west with my quarterstaff, which has run out of its shileilagh mojo by now.\nAttack roll (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage roll (if it hits) (1d4)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Krey hears a satisfying-- and disturbing --\"crack\" from the kobold's ribs as his staff connects. It falls to the ground holding its injured side, cursing Krey in Draconic, from what he can tell.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ## # ## # # ## ZZZ\nt ###kx#####t########ZZZZ t\n ##kTAkJxK#########ZNZ#\nt ###xHM ### #\n# ## ##### t# t\n OO x#### ## t\n t t OO ### ### \n x G # ##### #\n##t x ### t\n # #### #t\n t #x###x## x#x# t\n # ## # # t \n M = Mexanis (now in half-cover against ranged). H = Horse. K = Krey (now in cover against ranged). J = Jeff (in half-cover against range). A = Arianelle (now in half-cover against range). G = Cowardly Dwarf. T = Thargol, prone. lying next to unconscious white kobold. N = Gaariss. O = Pit that Gaariss fell into. # = Foliage. t = Tree. k = kobold. x = knocked-out/dying kobold (in cover against ranged attacks). Red = Burning. Purple = Dead. Z = Huddled kobolds.\n\nInitiative order:\n Kobold\n Kobold \n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold \nKobold\n Kobold\nWhite Kobold \nMexanis\nHorse\nJeff\nArianelle\nThargol\nKrey\n Gauli \n Kobold It is now Gauli 's turn." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Gaulin isn't able to show up, so I'm NPCing him.))\n\nGauli-- his madness snapped out of him briefly --charges at the kobold between Jeff and Arianelle, axe swinging. Charge Attack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] Damage - (1d10+3)[ 9 ] (Critical Miss)\nThe kobold swings around again, hoping to catch the dwarf on the neck -- it misses... losing the arm that held the spear. The kobold steps back, chirping horrifically with its shock and pain. It stumbles, and continues writhe as it lies there near dead.\nGauli, his warrior instincts awoken by the kobold's blood, lifts up his axe and yells at the top of his lungs. You all know enough of dwarven to recognize it as a victory shout.\n\n End of Round 2 " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobolds look at your group hopelessly. They drop their spears, bring out daggers and hiss, \" Rkkhgth, vvssig hhssssss!! \" \n Spoiler \nFreedom to us! We shall not face your sadistic evils!!\n \n The lizardlings turn their daggers toward themselves, and plunge them into their chest. Damage - (1d4-1)[ 3 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 1 ] Fort - (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Damage - (1d4-1)[ 0 ] Fort - (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n\nBoth kobolds stab deeply into their hearts. They drop to the ground dead.\n\n Combat Ended: \nVictory \n\nAll party members gain 73EXP. Jeff gains 33EXP.\n\n\nThe horse, seeing the battle end, walks up to Mexanis -- and presses its large wet nose against his cheek. It neighs, then runs into the distance at a frightening speed, becoming less visible with each bound. Then, it disappears -- before any who watched even realize it was gone....\n\n\nYou may now post freely." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle watches with dull puzzlement as the last kobolds standing stab themselves to death. Turning away from the gruesomely removed opposition, she stoops to bind up the severed limb of the kobold Gauli just cut down. Without looking up, she remarks tonelessly \"Someone should check on Gaariss.\" Is anyone left to look? It's by the Light's mercy...at least...that any of us are even alive. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \nWearily and with a slight grimace, the lumbering Half-Orc takes another stumbling step forward, then flops down in the grass. Then, teeth gritted against the pain, he slowly and methodically begins to remove the remains of the spear from his wound\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 10 on my Heal check for a total of 15 to treat my injuries\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Arianelle begins the gruesome process of treating the wounded kobold. It's unconscious now, but still writhing in pain.\n\nThargol breaks the spear shaft near its head, and manages to pull out the spear. [Make a fort save against pain.]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Glazed eyes are the least of his troubles he can't even see the bodies, really. His axe was already clean. Blood wafted from his clothes. He put his gear back together and sat down quietly in the shadow of a tree.\n\n \"Moradin grant your children peace and your enemies the compassion they're due.\" It's all he offers to the world for the things that just happened. Hard-faced as a stone the Dwarf waits counting blades of grass. He doesn't notice his helmet when it falls off his head." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis ignores the wound in his shoulder, as the adrenaline is still dulling the pain, though it's beginning to wear off. Seeing Thargol's wound, he offers the half-orc his potion, though he has to steady his right arm due to its shaking.\n Here, friend. Take my potion. You look like you could use it more than me. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI´ll roll that save first:\nFortitude save: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Thargol manages to remove the spear with only a quiet scream. He is able to move almost immediately after. [Speed reverts to normal.]\n\nIn the distance where Gaariss was fighting the kobolds, you see the gnoll doing some odd victory dance. He lifts up a kobold corpse in smells it. After a moment's consideration he takes a bite out of its arm. Chewing and concentrating hard, he gives an expression that shows the bite was not very satisfactory. The gnoll picks up several more kobolds and walks over to where most of the party are gathered. He then brings some firewood out of his bag, brings one of the sticks over to the forest fire, ignites it on a burning bush, and walks back to where the rest of the firewood is. Placing it on the other logs, he brings out a spit, planning to put one of the kobolds on it." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "He isn't paying that stuff any attention to begin with, the grass is his only interest despite the forest fire burning beside him and the... cleanup, going on in front of him." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle finishes binding the kobold's stump and makes a frantic jog to the gnoll's cookfire to ensure that the guide is not attempting to cook any still-living kobolds." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "To Arianelle's relief (or horror), none of the kobolds the gnoll picked out were alive.\nBlinking with the attempt of understanding her actions, Gaariss gives that up and offers the cleric a partially cooked tail.\n\n((OK guys. Just tell me when you've finished looting [and eating, in Gaariss' case] the kobolds. Then we'll move on to the Orc Camp.))" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle plods back to the scattering of unconscious kobolds the party left behind without responding to the Gnoll's offer, the undamaged right side of her face very pale. \"Thargol, see if there are any survivors from the bunch Gaariss was fighting. Please.\" \n\nShe begins stabilizing the still-living kobolds, beginning with those mauled by Jeff, then the white kobold Thargol laid out and the one Krey knocked down with his staff. There's no way the ones the horse got are alive...\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking ten on all heal checks, unless for some reason that proves inadequate\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Arianelle finds one of the kobolds dead from its injuries, but the rest are treated without incident.\n\nHaving finished a kobold, Gaariss cooks another one. He offers pieces of it to each member of the group, usually trying at least twice to convince them." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Sniffing around where he shouldn't have been the Gnoll only found a mute dwarf willing to kick him in the face if he pestered him any more. Things were just starting to hurt now, so he really wasn't in the mood for anything not that he would have to begin with." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "With the battle over, Krey moves around the now quiet battlefield. He sighs as he sees the still-burning fire, and understanding that it'll not spread to much else, being contained in the bushes, he still quenches one of the salvageable bushes with his last waterskin. He then eats a piece of meat offered to him by Gaariss without really looking at what he's eating. He responds with a vague cough when he realizes it's kobold meat, then shrugs and has a bit more \"Mustn't waste, I suppose.\" He mutters. He then stands up. \"Hey, one of you had a spade, right? Could I borrow it for a minute?\" " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " Thargol \n\nThargol looks over to the Gnoll, mildly disgusted. He then looks over to mexanis, shaking his head. \"No, thanks. I have one of my own, besides, I´m relatively sure we´ll need them in times to come, and don´t want to squander our resources. Then, he looks over to the druid. \"Here, take the spade. i´m afraid I can´t work that well right now - I´ll look for nearby water though. He struggles to his feet, looking over to Gaariss, barely hiding his disgust \"Some people award their foes proper burial....\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey, sensing Thargol's disgust, agrees with him silently, and feels disgusted with himself for accepting Gaariss' offer. He remembers the sheer anger of the kobolds, and begins to suspect that there was far more to the attack then random xenophobia. \"Who knows how this scene will affect our talks with the orcs?\" he muttes, almost inaudibly, to himself. He silently shuffles over to the body of the White Kobold, the obvious leader of the group. Muttering a quick prayer, he begins to dig a grave for the kobold." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \" Get away from me.... you daed dirty gnome, \" the white kobold hisses. The group jerks in surprise. The kobold sat up and picked up his spear, pointing it at Krey dizzily.\n\nGaariss runs around panicking and screaming. After several attempts, one of you discerns that he's saying, \" EEEKK, ZOMBIES!! \" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \"Lie down, idiot lizard! You're in no condition to wave that stick around.\" Arianelle, revived a bit by the sudden action, takes a moment to glare at Krey. \" Don't attempt to bury my patients while they're still breathing.\" \n\nAt the same time, she edges around behind the kobold, ready to restrain it if it does anything stupid.\n \n Spoiler \nreadied action to restrain the kobold (as a grapple, fighting defensively) if it tries to stand or attack. Also flanking it against Krey, if possible.\n\nAdendum: If she can't do both, she'll move but not ready the action.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The white kobold hisses viciously at Arianelle, continuing to hold its spear threateningly. \" I won't be beaten by your kind, \" it says, rather weakly. \" An ogre fell to me, and you'll die just as it did: With a big ' thump ' as you hit the ground. \" It slowly reaches for something in its brown satchel...." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \n Spoiler \nDo I notice the happenings around the white Kobold? Can I interfere?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Yep, you're all assumed to have heard him. If not, you at least heard Gnolley--I mean Gaariss screaming, which would lead you to noticing the White Kobold after scanning your surroundings to see what's wrong.))" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle drops to her knees to grab for the Kobold, attempting to restrain it and hopefully keep its hands out of the satchel.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssuming she isn't interrupted by a spear-jab (functional AC 18, with dodge):\n\nTouch attack (1d20+1)[ 9 ](10) , +2 if flanking with Krey.\nGrapple check (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \n\nOn success, she'll take the opportunity to deal damage only if she can be entirely sure that it won't endanger the kobold's life. Damage if so: (1d3+1)[ 2 ] \nThat's non-lethal, of course...\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Arianelle lands right on the White Kobold, it being still too dizzy to react. She hits hard on the kobold's forearm, bruising her fist and causing the stunned reptilian to drop its spear. It lies facing the ground -- too shocked to try anything." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey grabs the dropped spear, in order to keep the weapon out of the kobold's hands. Feeling incredibly stupid, he aplogises to Arianelle \"I'm very sorry. I had no idea he was still alive. I was only trying to be respectful. Perhaps we should try to remove that bag from him? He probably has something dangerous in there.\" \n \n Spoiler \nA little bit fuzzy on this action, but I think it's a move action to pick up the spear, and a free action to speak to Arianelle. The Kobold is on the ground, right? Not taking action for the time being?\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \"Oh...\" Arianelle tries to think about this, founders on reconciling the idea of respectful burial with Gaariss's treatment of the dead, and falls back on immediate problems. \"Get the bag if you can. And check for a dagger, too.\" " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "He wouldn't have been surprised. Had the Orc simply killed him before it wasn't like he'd know he was in hell. He pushed off the ground with his hands and moved closer to the others, taking everything in slowly so he understood what was going on. \"How can I help?\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold curses at the group in common, causing some of the members' eyes to widen. Gnolley-Gaariss has placed the fried kobolds onto kebab sticks, and once again offers one to each diplomat." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey slaps himself in the forehead, a gesture of exasperation and self-disgust. Knowing that it is likely futile to try and reason with the white kobold, especially considering Gaariss' behavior towards the dead kobolds, Krey decides it far better to disarm the kobold. He reaches out for the satchel, and attempts to get it off of the kobold." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Although the kobold squirms and struggles, Krey manages to take the satchel off it. The bag contains a flask of alchemist's fire, two potions of cure light wounds, and a large, diamond-shaped ruby. There is also five gold pieces worth of silver and gold coins.\n \" Filthy gnome! \" the kobold hisses, regaining some of its strength. \" How dare you touch my belongings! Don't you even think about touching that jewel! \" Arianelle finds herself straining her arms to hold the creature down. It's far stronger then any average kobold.\n\n Grapple - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] [Require grapple check from Arianelle.]" }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol resolutely steps over to the White Kobold, and takes a short look at it, before raising his left fist, sending it down and stopping it mere centimeters before the kobolds nose \" Treat with us in a civilized manner. That might motivate us to return the favor. Besides, you know my fists....\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle attempts to hold the resisting kobold down. \"Be still! If the gnoll left any of your people alive, they don't have time for this.\" \n \n Spoiler \ngrapple (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \nDid you include the size modifier in the kobold's roll? Because 😦\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The White Kobold looks up at the half-orc's close fist in a bored fashion. He spits on it ceremoniously. \"That's what I have to say for your fists,\" he added.\nWith huge effort-- and the use of her greater size --,Arianelle manages to pin the kobold again, gasping for breath. ((Yes, I added in the size modifier. I said it was stronger than a normal kobold 😁 .))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey raises an eyebrow at the kobold's specific screaming about the gem. He places the satchel on the ground beside him, out of the kobold's reach of course, and stares at the white kobold. \"Calm down, we don't mean to kill you or take your things if it's avoidable. What I would like is to know why you and your group attacked us, and the specifics of the alliance between you and the orc tribe.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \" HA! \" the kobold says furiously. \"I wouldn't tell the time of the day to a dirty gnome ! So, now what? You going to keep asking me and asking me politely until I change my mind? I, Sizek, will not give in to the worst tortures! \" The kobold crosses its arms, looking hatefully at Krey." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " “Hills are tall, oh mighty Dwarf stand tall just like the hills!” His numb gaze loomed over the hapless Kobold more intently than any black-eye predator. If his bad singing didn’t drive him mad the sight of a merry mutilated Dwarf would.\n\n “When those mountains\nCome crashing down\nSee to my gold horde away\nAnd stop those ugly frowns\nBe merry with your drink\nAnd dance\nLet them hear our history- \n\nIf only he gave in before Gauli sang all three hundred verses..." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The kobold looks strangely at the singing dwarf. \"I think there's something wrong with your dwarf,\" he says, \"you might want to trade it in.\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey puts a hand on Gauli's shoulder. \"Oy, that's not helping.\" he says, addressing the singing dwarf. He begins to think to himself <Arg, what do we do here? We can't leave him his weapons, else he'll just attack us again, but if we take his stuff, he'll just come after us to get it. If we destroy his items, he'll be just as vengeance-crazed, and there are about a dozen problems with bringing him with us, even bound up. It would have been so much easier if he had just fallen in battle, then we wouldn't have to deal with the kind of thing.> \"Gods, this is so frustrating\" he mutters under his breath." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle takes her eyes off the kobold momentarily to cast a bewildered look at the dwarf. The lizard's got a point... She shifts her grip on the white kobold, taking a bit of her weight off. \"Thargol, could you take over holding him? Sizek may not care about his kin, but I need to check for more wounded...\" And its going to get away from me pretty quick if it tries again. " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Arianelle-- after swapping positions with Gauli --finds the kobolds Gaariss fought are all thoroughly killed. Part of the reason may have been he was fighting with axes, against greater odds. Although most of it likely derived from his carelessness.\nWith the present Gaariss: He has finished three kobold kebabs and is starting on another batch.\nGauli finds himself struggled against just as Arianelle was. Perhaps to escape, or perhaps to test the dwarf's strength. Grapple - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n[Gauli: Make an opposed Grapple Check.]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " (1d20+3)[ 15 ] - Opposed Grapple\n\nIt was bothersome trying to resist it, he was bored enough to sit where he supposed the little lizard might have trouble getting up. His saggy face looked on in lethargy around his still whispering lips." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gauli-- although not showing any apparent effort --manges to restrain the kobold. It being too injured to really be a great threat.\n \" Get off of me you tone-deaf mad-dwarf! \" the kobold screamed up at him. He then began shouting things of a very rude nature at the warrior." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Stop that.\" Gauli punctuated one of the pauses with four words of his own. \"You're acting like a child.\" His eyes focused in on the Kobold with a suddenness that might have been a little frightening if you looked right at it. \"Please stop it you're annoying me.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Not how the world works, dirt-eating-man-lover,\" the kobold said viciously, reaching into his armour, \"not how it works at all....\" The kobold twists around and lunges at the dwarf with a small dagger. Attack - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] Damage - (1d3+2)[ 3 ] (Remember that you don't get your DEX modifier for AC.)\nActing before he realized, the dwarf had caught the kobold's claw, and was now wrestling with it for the dagger. [Winner of the next grapple check gets the dagger.]" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle wanders among the bodies briefly, verifying that they are all dead...and frequently dismembered... Turning away from the bodies, she takes a moment to hold together the torn edges of her gashed cheek and ear and, with a gesture and a word of Celestial, channel a trace of healing energy into it.\n\nTurning back toward the group, she gets an rather too good look at Gaariss's cooking, and takes a moment to throw up in the bushes, missing the kobold's attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBurning a light for Cure Minor Wounds\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " Grapple - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] Sizek pulls at the dagger for all he's worth. He tries biting Gauli's hand for an advantage.\nAs it bites at the dwarf's hand, Gauli swings it to the right and smacks the kobold in the face, hard. It topples onto its back from the blow. [Gauli now has a small dagger. Remember you take a -4 penalty when attacking with it in a grapple.]\nArianelle finds the wound to be totally healed, except for a mark and some soreness which should wear off in a day." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Angrily, Thargol tries to deal the Kobold a solid backhand \"Some people are a lot more gracious about accepting the fact you´re keeping them alive\" \n \n Spoiler \nAttack (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nNonlethal damage (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "He felt like he wanted to curl up and go to sleep, if there weren’t things he needed to do he might have. He interrupted Thargol’s backhand slap by shoving his hand away with the hand holding the knife. He just wasn’t in the mood for that yet. “Looks like we’re living in the same world to me.” He said levelly. “You’re a worthy of worship though, so you can enlighten me on how you’d like to be treated.” " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Thargol's attac fails, Gauli stopping the attempt in its tracks.\n\nSizek looks more stunned then shocked. \"Tell you how you treat me?\" he echoed. The kobold obviously never considered anything other than scorn from those outside his race. He most likely expects little from his own people. Which is why this, was completely impossible to comprehend.\n \"Err...\" he began, unsure -- before he began on his next sentence a suspicious thought hit his skull. \"What you trying to get?\" The creature looks even more defensive then moments before, confusion making him insecure.\n \"I won't betray my tribe for all the gold, or all the torture in the world!\" he stated firmly." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey looks at the white kobold and begins to try to explain. \"Look, what you need to understand is that we do not want you to betray your tribe, or anything of the sort. The fight just now was purely self-defense. We do not want to kill you either, so we would much appreciate it if you would tell us how you wish to be treated, so that we do not have to harm or restrain you further. We really just want to continue through the forest.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Sizek glares at Krey as though the words he speaks are contaminating the air. Then, the kobold seemed to go into a seizure, cursing rapidly in draconic. After a moment, it stopped. It got into the most respectable position the dwarf would allow and attempted to smile a little. \"Very well,\" he said, \"here are my terms for letting you through: First, I want you to give back my possessions -- the weapons too. Second, I must be released, along with any other kobolds still alive. Third, stop that daed hairy beast from eating the dead ones! And fourth, that doesn't do the talking when I am concerned.\" The kobold points out Krey as the \"that\" in the fourth term.\n \"If you don't agree to this, then the kobolds we meet on the way to the camp will cook you on spits, like he's still doing to those kobolds! \" Sizek added." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey notes the venom in Sizek's voice. Knowing the mutual hatred between their races, he expected nothing else, really. Without speaking back, he places Sizek's bag and spear on the ground, and walks over to Gaariss. \"Gaariss, please stop that, and put out the fire.\" he says, indicating Gaariss' ... culinary handiwork. Shuddering at the smell and the indecency of it, he adds \"Please, let's respect his wishes in this, okay?\" " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle hurries back to the shouting kobold. The miniature dagger in the erratic dwarf's hand, obviously not his own, takes her aback. That's better than I expected...I said to look for a dagger, too... \n\nWhen Sizek runs down, she breaks in: \"We can't really 'release' the wounded. They ought to recover in time, but they aren't likely to wake up right away. I'm not leaving them half dead, unconscious, and alone in the middle of a forest.\" She pauses and looks at the kobold with some doubt. \" Can you give us safe passage?\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Grahg-rah,\" Gaariss mourns in agreement, putting out the fire.\nSizek considers the human cleric's point. \"Make the rug carry them?\" he suggested. \"Of course I can get you free passage! I'm Sizek, Captain of the kobold heavy infantry!\" \n\nAfter everything is settled, Sizek offers to lead them through the quickest way to the camp, already beginning to walk ahead of the party." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey follows Sizek, but keeping in accordance to the kobolds attitude toward him, keeps several persons back, so as not to upset the kobold further. He feels for the letter in his breast pocket, hoping that the peace talks would go a bit better.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBad news all. I'm having my wisdom teeth out today, and do not know whether or not I will be up to using the computer afterwards. I very well may be able to bring myself to use it, but I just as well may be out of it for a while. I hate to ask, but Conners, would you be willing to NPC Krey again, if I cannot play him?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIt's fine. I'll make sure to NPC you if something important comes up while you're away. Good luck!\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli decided it was best to follow somewhere nearby but not too far off." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The party continues on, the kobold leading them through the forest.\n\nSizek then suddenly lifts his arm, catches the branch of a stump and yanks it down. The sound of ropes ripping out of place erupts from around the party, a huge net gather around them. [Everyone make a Reflex save.]" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save for Krey (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nReflex save for Jeff (should I think of a better name?), using standard Riding Dog stats (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n\naside: I guess I should've expected this... Well, not this , but some kind of betrayal.\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 19 ](21) \n\nYes. I have no idea where trusting the kobold became a good idea...\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 18 ] Reflex Save for Net\nWe're nice people, aren't we? That means we're nice to people.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'll roll for Kioran to speed things up.... 17 + 3 = 20 ))\n\nJeff's instincts cause him to dive to the side before the net closes in.\nGauli, near the edge of the trap, manages to sidestep barely in time.\nArianelle and Thargol, having suspected such treachery, leap out of the closing net.\nAlthough Krey did his best to escape the closing net, he hit into Gaariss and it was too late.\n \"Roo!\" Gaariss exclaimed, his heavy form being snapped from the ground.\n\nSizek looked at a loss. Three of the enemies-- plus their pet --had escaped his trap, and he was too injured to take them all on. Still, his plan held true to circumstance, meaning he ran full-out in the opposite direction of the party, already a hundred and twenty feet of distance in one moment.\n\n((Initiative isn't required. You act in order of posting.))" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Roo!\" \n\nThe dwarf smirked bemusedly at the sound, it reminded him of having a pet dog with a clueless expression at having been outsmarted. He didn't seem to pay any attention at all to the kobold running away. \"Let him go.\" Gauli sighed in resignation.\n \"I don't want to kill him and neither do any of you.\" \n\nHe felt a little dumb letting things happen like that but he took out his axe.\n\n \"How do we get them down?\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Faithdreamer: Please remember to actually state things like, \"The dwarf studies the area for some way to release his companions.\" It's sometimes hard for me to discern role-playing from actual actions, so I just thought I'd mention.\nYou've all been doing great jobs with role-playing by the way :thumbsup:!))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Perhaps if someone has a knife, we could cut a hole in this net?\" Krey calls out. He feels incredibly stupid for having trusted the kobold; but what else could he have done in the situation? For all of his faults, and his hatred of kobolds as a race, the gnome is not a murderer. Despite the strength of the net, Krey attempts to worm his way to some kind of opening, in hopes of escaping.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, untrained Escape Artist check, made against the net, which is a DC 20...\n\n (1d20)[ 5 ] \n\nOkay, so the dice hate me, no matter. Hey, is it possible to take 20 here? I mean, I'm not being threatened, nor are there any horrible consequences to be had from failing, right?\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"I'll make small holes then so you can lower yourself without getting hurt.\" Noting how much trouble he seems to be having Gauli walked closer to find a good place to chop from. He takes small cuts with his axe so he doesn't hurt anyone and tries to make a small enough hole for someone to worm their way through and climb down softly." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "At first Mexanis is clearly disoriented, and as the realization of his situation dawns on him, he begins to panic. For a moment he seems to concentrate, and disappears, only to reappear right below the net, crashing to the ground with a paniced shout.\n Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! \n \n Spoiler \n\nUses abrupt Jaunt ability(2 uses left).\nFalls from the bottom of the net to the ground, taking appropriate damage, if any.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gaariss pushes himself away from the net, allowing Gauli to cut a large split in the net without worry of harming his companions. Split and under more weight then it was intended for, the net-- \"Roo!\" \n\nGauli dives just out of the way of the diving gnoll ((rolled an 18 on your save against falling gnolls.)), although he still catches a falling gnome, unintended. Shortly stunned, but not injured, the two of you get up, along with Gaariss and Mexanis (who, yes, is still screaming). Gaariss' weight was more then the net was meant to hold, so it could go up as high as it was meant to, so none of you take any damage from the fall.\n\nThe kobold is almost out of sight." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle is unwilling to chase after the treacherous kobold into unknown forest, and far out of range to try to stop its flight directly. She calls after the reptile with little hope of provoking a response: \"Sizek, you betray your people by leaving them with us! Will you leave them here like this? Do they only matter after they're dead?\" \n\nShe turns her back on the fleeing lizard and, without another glance in its direction, begins checking over the battered diplomats and scattered, unconscious kobolds for new injuries." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "No one is injured to a notable extent.\n\nRealization of Arianelle's words strikes the kobold. He looks back at his kobolds with an expression of utter sympathy. \" I won't fall into the hands of gnome-lovers! \" Sizek shouts over viciously, \" and my warriors won't for long either! --\" A smile crosses his reptilian jaw, \"-- There won't be any beast to help you next time, dirty gnome lovers! \" He dashes off with even more enthusiasm then before.\n\nGaariss looks at the party, unsure of if he should pursue the kobold." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Speak for yourself Sizek, I hate Gnomes.\" Gauli put his axe away and followed the Kobold with his eyes. \"What happens if we hold your men hostage?\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \"Gauli, I think that's exactly what he's expecting us to do.\" Krey says with a rather offended air. \"I think the best thing to do now is to get moving. I'm certain that Sizek is going to come back with more of his men, and I do not think we want another fight on our hands. We might not be as lucky this time around.\"\n Plus, he thinks to himself, another fight would just make us look worse and worse to those orcs when we finally meet with them. " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gaariss, hearing the group leader wishes to move out, motions the party to follow him. He picks up all the kobolds and runs through the bushes. Leading you through the forest. A few minutes walking later, he motions you to stop, then pulls back several large plants.\n\nYou see kobolds cautiously searching. They wear studded leather armour with a skullcap helmet, a spear on their back and a loaded light crossbow ready in their hands. You can see three." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Without even bothering to throw them a second glance Gauli flies through the bushes as fast as he can and keeps right on going - nothing like a 'what was that?' to make your day more interesting. He'd go right through them if he had to but he wasn't spending another minute with that crazy kobold and his suicidal cult.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOverrun attempt if necessary, otherwise a full run action to keep right on going.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Let's hope things work out for you guys.....))\n\nThe kobolds, shocked at first, manage to react by sidestepping away from the charging dwarf. They raise their crossbows and take aim.\n\nGauli is ten feet away from the kobolds. The rest of the party are 10 or fifteen feet away from them.\n\n Kobolds' Initiative :\nKobold1: 2+1= 3 \nKobold2: 9+1= 10 \nKobold3: 19+1= 20 \n\n[Roll for initiative. You can act immediately if your roll is greater than the kobolds' rolls.]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Shocking things made his eyes go wide but this wasn't as shocking as he might have thought it would be. Too many crossbows in one day had a way of being less interesting.\n\n (1d20)[ 4 ] - Initiative" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative roll [roll0]\n\nOH, guys, I know this is a wierd time to ask, but are we using The Giant's rules on polymorph? I ask because I do not want to become the disgustingly overpowered, team-derailing thing that everyone says Druids are at later levels.\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 22 ] And I need more text here, so let me simply say eek!\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " Why would he do that?...Can't leave him out there to be shot down... As the kobolds take aim at Gauli, Arianelle dashes out of the bushes and tackles one of them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge grapple one of the kobolds. If it's possible to tell, the one who acts soonest. If not, the farthest from the group.\nAttack (1d20+3)[ 8 ](11) \nGrapple check (1d20+1)[ 1 ](2) \nDamage on success: (1d3+1)[ 3 ] nonlethal\n\nAC vs kobold attacked is 16 (dodge!). AC to everyone else (if the grapple succeeds) is 13, ranged weapons may attack the kobold instead. 15 if the grapple fails.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Arianelle steps through dry leaves in her rushed attempt to save the dwarf. The kobold she targets, having already expected more enemies to be nearby, spins around and hits her hard with the butt of its crossbow. [Grapple missed. No damage taken from kobold, it only stunned you momentarily.]\n\n Initiative so far :\nArianelle 22 \nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\nKrey Bom 19 \nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5 \nGauli Springwheather 4 \nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\n\n((I'll give Thargol and Mexanis till morning to roll for initiative.))" }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 10 ] \nTen characters\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Thargol is last to keep things going.))\n\nA kobold fires its crossbow at Gauli's neck, not noticing Arianelle. Attack - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] Damage - (1d8)[ 3 ] \nThe bolt strikes deeply into the dwarf's shoulder, throwing him off balance. [3 points of damage. Make a balance check.]\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22 \nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\n Krey Bom 19 \nMexanis Harik 10 \nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5 \nGauli Springwheather 4 \nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\nThargol -- \n It is now Krey Bom 's turn. " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "As the inattentive kobold fires at the dwarf, Arianelle lunges at it and tries to get a hold.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAoO touch attack: (1d20+1)[ 1 ](2) \ngrapple: (1d20+1)[ 4 ](5) \nOn success: (1d3+1)[ 4 ] nonlethal\n\nAt least I'm sucking up the bad rolls...\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " (1d20-4)[ 10 ] - Balance Check" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I've gotten an ear infection.... Very painful. I'll probably be even more sick in the morning, so I mightn't be posting very often.))\n\nArianelle starts to tackle the kobold before it fires at Gauli, but the first kobold she tried this with throws its crossbow at the cleric's head, hard. By the time she narrowly ducked out of the way, the kobold had already fired. The first kobold hisses a warning to its allies.\nGauli is slowed to a halt as he tips forward from the strength of the crossbow, but he keeps his balance. Still, the dwarf can feel the stinging pain of the bolt stuck in his shoulder. [Bolt-wound: You must succeed on a DC12 Fort save when performing activities that require your right arm (including attacks), or take a -1 penalty on the roll.]\n\nStill Krey 's Turn." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey readies his quarterstaff again, and barks out to Jeff, urging him to attack the kobolds as he moves in. He dashes toward the one that fired the shot, and swings the head of his staff at it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nfree action to Handle Animal, attack, targeting the kobolds, move action to reach the kobold that fired at Gauli, and standard action to attack.\n\nHandle Animal Roll [roll]1d20+8[/roll] (+4 ranks in Handle, +4 for link with the animal)\nAttack Roll (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \nDamage (1d4)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "(Screwed up with the Handle ANimal Check, redoing)\n\n (1d20+8)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Waking down hard with your quarterstaff, you knock-out the kobold perfectly. Jeff, however, is distracted by a rabbit, and doesn't hear your command.\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22 \nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\nKrey Bom 19 \n Mexanis Harik 10 \nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5 \nGauli Springwheather 4 \nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\nThargol --\n It is now Mexanis Harik 's turn. " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis looks at his dagger, remembering the ease with which the kobold disarmed him, and moves up to the closest tree, hoping to remain unnoticed by the kobolds." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jeff pounces at the rabbit, chasing it gleefully.\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22\nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\nKrey Bom 19\nMexanis Harik 10\nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5\n Gauli Springwheather 4 \nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\nThargol --\n It is now Gauli's Springwheather 's turn " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Wounded and growling at the idea that some trigger happy lizard actually wanted to hurt him Gauli calmly glared at the little creature. His eyes suggested he really wasn't in the mood. \"Aaaaaaaaargh!\" He puffed up and screamed. \"AaAaaaargh!\" When he tried to move something screamed in protest, he couldn't understand what it was but it wasn't something good.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude Save - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n \n\n\nOne of the others? His voice... that was him screaming like that!" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \"Grraaaaaaagh!\" His arms was working again!\nWalking forward like he was, eerily calm and angry they must have felt something. His hands came up with a purpose when he found the nearest Kobold that wasn't otherwise inconvenienced with unconsciousness or one of the others. As soon as he was near enough he tried to grab a hold of it, if he had the opportunity he'd strangle it to death!\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple Check - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Your grapple bonus is +3 rather than +5. If the 2 extra points were from a charge bonus, then you shouldn't have said \" Walking forward\".))\n\nGauli manages to grab the kobold, regardless of the its clubbing him with its crossbow. The lizardling struggles to escape the dwarf's grip, hissing draconic curses. Escape Artist - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] [Make an opposed grapple check.]\n\nGaariss brings everyone's attention to the distance, where dozens upon dozens of kobolds-- crossbow in hand --are searching in the party's direction -- trying to find the source of the dwarf's screaming.\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22\nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\nKrey Bom 19\nMexanis Harik 10\nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5\nGauli Springwheather 4\nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\n Thargol -- \n It is now Thargol 's turn. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Assuming battle stance, Thargol methodically moves forward in sweeping halfcricle steps, advancing on the nearest unoccupied Kobold and throwing kicks with foot and heel the Kobolds way.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to close with the enemy without dumping my AC, kick for Non-lethal damage.\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d6+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The agile kobold evades any real damage from Thargol's attack. Still a few bruises and cuts are scored. [Miss.]\n\n Round 2 \n\nThe distant kobolds' attention is pulled away for a moment by a few mountain lions. Used to such beasts, the kobold spearmen take the front line, their slings throwing stones at the cat. Long-spearmen take the row behind, sending their own missiles. Behind that line, kobold crossbowmen load and fire their weapons. Spearmen and long-spearmen await guard the sides and back, ready to replace any wounded soldiers on the front-lines or surround the lions if they get the chance.\n\n Initiative: \n Arianelle 22 \nKobold3 20 [flatfooted]\nKrey Bom 19\nMexanis Harik 10\nKobold2 10 [flatfooted]\nJeff 5\nGauli Springwheather 4\nKobold1 3 [flatfooted]\nThargol --\n It is now Arianelle 's turn. \n[ Announcement: I've decided to use the Giant's rules for polymorph as Enlong suggested. Thanks for reminding me of polymorph, Enlong. 🙂]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Opposed Grapple Check - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n\nAggrivated at the gall of the little lizard trying to evade him, Gauli tried to clamp his hands down on it spearheaded by the strange expression on his face, somewhere between slack and tense.\n\n(You're absolutely certain it's only +3? Where would the other +2 have come from? 🤨 )" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \"Gauli, Krey, you need to run. Before they get close enough to see you.\" Arianelle grabs for the nearby crossbow-kobold again in a desperate attempt to render it unconscious.\n\n \n Spoiler \ngrappling again. Touch attack (1d20+1)[ 20 ](21) \ngrapple (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \non sucess (1d3+1)[ 2 ] nonlethal damage\n\nIf that manages to drop it, she'll move over to threaten the last standing kobold.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "(( Faithdreamer : +2 STR modifier, +1 BAB modifier, equals +3 Grapple modifier.\n Everyone : Please remember to constantly update your current HP, I can't stress the importance of this enough.))\n\nThe kobold wriggles out of the Gauli's grip successfully. It quickly draws the spear from its back and tries to stab through dwarf's defence. Attack - (1d20)[ 15 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 2 ] \nThe spear stabs through the fighter's defence, piercing his armour and engulfing itself in his shoulder. Pain wrenches through Gauli's arm like a thunderbolt as the kobold twists the spear. It quickly removes the weapon to let the wound take its course, blood leaving the dwarf's shoulder in succession. Limpness makes its hold on his arm, taking more than a brief shake to remove the feeling. [2 points of damage.]\n\nArianelle snatches the kobolds spear-clutching arm perfectly, Grapple - (1d20-4)[ 1 ] mounting it to her shoulder and slamming it to the ground, unconscious. Unconsciousness, however, is a very strange thing, lasting a very long time in some cases, but ending seconds later in most. The kobold shakes its head, too dazed to know where it was, or what it was at that moment. Feeling the cleric's gripping its arm behind its back, realization of the situation hits it hard -- and it hits Arianelle in the stomach just as hard. [2 damage to kobold. Its hitting you isn't serious enough to do HP damage.]\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22\nKobold3 20\n Krey Bom 19 \nMexanis Harik 10\nKobold2 10\nJeff 5\nGauli Springwheather 4\nKobold1 3\nThargol --\n It is now Krey Bom 's turn. " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \nPlease correct me if I'm incorrect - I've lost 5 hp?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Faithdreamer: Yes.))\n\nNPC Krey: Krey, seeing them chasing off the maimed lions (having only lost four of their number), rushes at the nearest kobold in hopes of ending the encounter. \"We don't have time to dawdle!\" he announces to the party, not loud enough for the large group of kobolds to hear. Charge - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] Damage - (1d4)[ 3 ] Krey, unfortunately, erred in telling the party before charging, for his target heard him and dodged to the side of the blow, causing the staff to land on Gauli's foot. \"Sorry!\" Krey says quickly as he spins to face the kobold. [Miss. No damage to Gauli.]\n\n Update : Mexanis skips his turn.\n\nJeff ceases his pursuit of the small brown furry animal, hearing the sounds of battle and of his master's stressed voice. He leaps at the kobold Krey is busying himself with.\n\n Initiative :\nArianelle 22\nKobold3 20\nKrey Bom 19\nMexanis Harik 10\n Kobold2 10 \nJeff 5\n Gauli Springwheather 4 \nKobold1 3\nThargol --\n It is now Gauli Springweather 's turn. " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jeff's Leaping Charge Attack: Jump - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] Attack - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] Damage - (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \nSeeing Jeff fly at it through the air, the kobold thrusts its spear at him. AoO - (1d20)[ 11 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 0 ] \nThe dog expertly lands its jaws on the kobold's small neck. Jeff shakes the kobold from side to side harshly -- blood spattering on the grass. [The kobold is downed, only one left.]" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "The Cleric was a breath of fresh air for his tiny world. For the first time in what felt like forever the Dwarf's tunnel vision realized what was going on. He immediately turned around and tried to sprint back into the cover of the trees where most of the others were safely hiding.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRun action back into the trees with the others for cover and hiding.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Huh? The others are still in the open fighting the kobold. I think Mexanis is the only one still in the trees.))\n\nThe last kobold stops its all-out run to stab at Gauli as he passes. AoO - (1d20)[ 3 ] Damage - (1d6-1)[ 3 ] \n\nIt then tries to run for its life, seeing the situation as hopeless. Ducking past the party, it seems it will reach the mass of kobolds with the deadly information of where you are, sentencing you to certain death. An axe swings out of a bush the kobold was passing. A furry, clawed hand reaches out, snatching the kobold-- and its head --into the foliage. Gaariss quickly moves out of that same bush towards the diplomats. He lifts up the other two injured kobolds and throws them each into their own bush. One of the kobold's landing disturbs the rabbit, which bounds past the group at full-speed, tempting Jeff to chase it -- were it not Gaariss had his tail.\nThe Gnoll Ranger motions you to follow him quietly back into the trees.\n \nEncounter Finished ----- Victory \n7 EXP for each member other than Mexanis (he didn't participate in the battle), 3 EXP for Jeff.\n\nEveryone Roll Move Silently and Hide checks if you want to avoid encounters." }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \nH:[roll]1d20[roll]\nMS:[roll]1d20[roll]\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis moves with surprising stealth, replicating the rangers moves quite well considering his nature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nH: (1d20)[ 20 ] \nMS: (1d20)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20-4)[ 11 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20-4)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\nHe really wasn't in the mood for this running alongside Mexanis as he was. Whatever got them through the forest without more killing worked for him he didn't suppose he could walk by calmly. He took extra care not to step on anything that might snap, hoping he wouldn't give them away so there weren't any more scuffles." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \nhide: (1d20-1)[ 17 ] \nmove silently: (1d20-1)[ 18 ] \n\nArmor check penalties...\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The party passes through the woods unhindered. Though barely, they avoid a few kobold scouting parties. Coming out of the woods, they see a tall palisade. Parts of it look crude and weak, any sort of wood the builders could find being tied together with messy knots of thick rope -- other parts look redone, fine strong timber curving perfectly with its adjacent piece, fine rope intertwining perfectly with the structure, with strips of iron holding it firm. Even arrow nooks have been added to along the wall, figures moving past or standing directly in front of what the group might view.\nThe spikes of several helmets march up and down the top of the wall, presumably belonging to orc sentries. Similarly, many small spears raise from the sight-blocking wall -- barely reaching the helmet-spikes' height, regardless of the angle's tale that they are being held straight upward.\n\nAs the group nears, they find three orcs walking towards them from the direction of the camp -- though they hadn't seen the humanoids a moment before.\n The first orc, at the head of the group, rubs his large chin curiously as he looks over the emissaries. The orc's face is incredibly scarred, though his sharp yellow eyes are the dominating feature of his face. A shining chain shirt adorns the orc, his dark-grey iron boots and legging clashing horribly with its splendidness. Black and grey hair is tied well back from his face, almost covering the longbow and its quiver of arrows, from view. His great maw-like mouth cracks into a large grin as he starts walking forward again, his great axe slung easily on his shoulder.\n\nTo the first orc's right is another orc. This one is slightly taller and finner than the norm, his tall helmet only escalating the feature. The orc's face has no notable features-- except maybe to an orc --beside being completely bald and two, long ascending tusks, reaching to above his nose. The orc shakes his head to dislodge his large copper nose-ring from his left tusk, forcing him to straighten his helmet. On closer inspection, one might find the chain shirt, helmet and tabard-- along with the complementing pieces --to be very similar to the equipment of the Anurian city scouts, the only difference being the added spikes to the shirt and bad condition of the armour. The tabard in particular, though dyed red and painted with the orc tribe's symbol -- has light faded marks, once detailing a horse rearing in front of a large city.... the symbol of Anur.\n A third orc steps out to the first's left from behind the two. This one is very small for an orc, and even more slender than the second. Deep-purple eyes looks nervously from each companion to the other, his blueish-green skin tensing with worry. The third orc-like humanoid's cape flaps from side to side as he quickly looks behind him, his chain shirt rattling. Pointed ears come into your vision before he turns back -- such a feature has never been seen in orcs. The creature's ponytail hair is brought back even further than the first orc's to what would seem a painful degree. The frail looking creature strokes his hair nervously his other hand clasping past the dagger on his belt to a longsword's hilt.\n \n\"Greetings...... friends,\" the first orc says, an ear-to-ear grin spreading across his face. \"Would you, if you in no way offends you for me to ask such a question, happen to be the emissaries -- the ones dear Baron Reldir promised to grace our camp with?\" The orc, weirdly enough, sounds completely sincere in every word.\n\n((Thanks once again to Lord_Herman for drawing these wonderful OotS style portraits.))" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey Bom \n\nKrey addresses the first orc's question, bowing slightly as he speaks. \"Yes. We are the diplomats you speak of. The Baron charged us with talking peace with your tribe, as well as delivering a letter to the chief of the tribe. Are you he?\" As he speaks, Krey focuses on guarding his tone and words, trying not to accidentally say something to offend the orcs." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli kept his eyes downcast and tried to seem unassuming. If these Orcs wanted a fight he wasn't going to give them one." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " The first orc smiles impossibly wide. \"Nay,\" the first orc answers. \"I am the Chieftain's brother, Girack.\n\"And, I'm afraid-- please let me give my most sincere apologies to any inconvenience this may cause you --, I must kill you. Be assured I will take not even the slightest bit of pleasure in this transaction, and I will render the event as painless as my axe shall allow -- presuming you will remain still.\" He steps forward menicingly, sounding as though he truly means what he says, but his expression of pure joy giving the exact opposite impression.\nThe orc wearing Anurian style armour steps forward with similar glee at the idea of killing. His thin lips crack into a smile, revealing his sharp, dirty teeth.\nThe small orc-like creature smiles weakly, still too nervous to revel in the presumed death of the emissaries.\n\n Initiative : Girack - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] Tall Orc - (1d20)[ 19 ] Small Orc - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n(( Everyone roll for initiative ))\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M A I\n###### K O\n## ## T G S\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. O = Girack. I = Tall orc. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n(( You all managed to heal and regain your spells in the time to get here. ))" }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": " \n Spoiler \ninitiative (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 3 ] \nCan I assume that Mexanis would have changed some spells to a more combat oriented nature?(Switch Mount for Enlarge Person)\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Hastily, Thargol tries to fall into stance, lowering legs and extending his left hand.....\n\n \n Spoiler \nStatus: 9/9 HP, AC 14\nInitiative: (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative Roll (1d20)[ 16 ] \nSpells Prepared for the day:\n\nFlare, Flare, Cure Minor Wounds\nShillelagh.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli shook his head as he gave a very deep sigh, he didn't realize his muscles had tensed yet.\n (1d20)[ 8 ] Initiative " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Surprised by the sudden betrayal of the polite Girack, the orcs strike first.\n\nThe tall humanoid drew his longsword and charged at Arianelle, taking sick joy in the idea of slicing a woman's flesh. He ignores Krey however, thinking the gnome barely a factor to the battle and leaving himself open to a passing attack. [AoO for Krey] The longsword lifts into the air, cutting downward in a wide arc. Attack - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] Damage - (1d8+3)[ 10 ] The cleric shows no fear to the orc, taying perfectly still till the weapon sped down. She steps diagonally away from the powerful strike at the last moment, no injuries besides losing twelve hairs.\nThe small orc-like creature, meanwhile, draws a shorbow and fires at the dwarf -- thinking it best to take out the party's presumed best warrior. Attack - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] Damage - (1d6)[ 2 ] The arrow strikes into the inactive dwarf's chest, his armour saving him from a fatal wound. The arrow vibrates steadily, jerking nerves and causing the dwarf to wince. [2 points of damage to Gauli (everyone remember to update you HP constantly).]\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M AI\n###### K O\n## ## T G S\n# ###\n##### \n Initiative :\nTall Orc 19\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\n Krey 16 \nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Krey 's turn. " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "As the orc passes Krey by, he makes sure to earn the orc's attention, taking a passing swing at the orc's side with his staff.\n\nKrey notes quickly that, personal pride at being ignored aside, he'd better get out of range of the orc he just attacked, and prepare for further battle. He shuffles just out of range, though never turning his eyes away from Girack. Well, if you want a fight, you'll get one. He thinks, his anger at the betrayal tempered by his understanding that death should be avoided, for the sake of the mission. With that in mind, he channels magical power into his quarterstaff, which gives off a shimmering brownish glow, once again primed for battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOk, attack of opportunity against orc \"I\" (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\nTaking a 5-foot step backwards to avoid provoking AOO, which positions me directly under \"A\". Casting Shileilagh on my quarterstaff, giving it a +1 bonus, and treating it as Medium Size for a full minute (that's 10 rounds)\nKrey would decide to try not to kill the orcs in the name of the mission, right? I mean, it's not out of character?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Krey's Damage roll: (1d4) [ 1 ]))\n\nKrey hits his staff into the orc's ribs. The only reaction is a mocking laugh, for the blow leaves little more than a bruise on the towering creature. [1 damage to tall orc.]\nKrey quickly steps back to behind Gauli and casts his spell ((remember that you still have diagonal reach)).\nGirack watches the struggle amused, deciding to take up a defensive position and let his allies do the fighting -- for now.\nJeff, growls angrily when he sees the nasty orc try to hurt the nice person who healed him. He springs up at the orc, aiming for the unarmoured neck. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 4 ] \n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M AI\n###### K O\n## ## T G S\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. I = Tall orc. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nTall Orc 19\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\n Arianelle 11 \nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Arianelle 's turn. \nSpell: Shileilagh, 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle flinches away from the poweful axe stroke and grabs for her sickle, sheathed here on the brink of what she had taken for safety after the kobold-filled forest. Can't give him a chance to do that again... She slashes at the orc, too focused on the ending this before that axe head winds up in someone to worry about why this is happening.\n\n \n Spoiler \ndraw sickle, attack (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \ndamage (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n\nDodge against the tall orc.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "The Tall Orc pulls back his longsword for a deadly thrust. Arianelle, finding it too late to back off, continues here strike. The weapons meet, the sickle deflecting the longsword enough for it to only scave the cleric's shoulder -- but the sickle trails along the sword and the arm holding it, leaving a deep gash. The orc cries in agony, just barely having the sense to keep his weapon and unerving the orc-thing. He quickly swaps the sword to his left hand, still growling in pain. The two once again begin excanging unfruitful blows. [You deal max damage to the orc, crippling its arm for 1d4 rounds: Cripple - (1d4)[ 3 ] .] ((Nice work 😁 ))\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M AI\n###### O\n## ## TKG S\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. I = Tall orc. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nTall Orc 19\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\n Gauli 8 \nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Gauli 's turn. \n Spell : Shileilagh, 10 rounds\n Wounds : Tall Orc, R-arm crippled 3 rounds." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli barely noticed what was happening in all this new commotion while he was busily ignoring it. He didn’t want to do this, if anyone needed proof his face and bearing would have been more than enough. He loosened his axe, noticing now how heavy it felt in his hand and deciding he didn’t want to swing it. After a few calm, short steps he was standing next to the tall Orc.\n\n “I’d rather we ran from here and returned later,” Boredom? “But if you want,” He remarked in a broken, raw sounding Orc language. “I can cut you and go inside after you’ve started bleeding to death.” \n\nEDIT: Drawing a weapon is a standard/move action, right?\nSo I deleted my attack roll (it was 15) and just said that he unsheathed his axe and moved over to the tall Orc to prepare for attack." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'm afraid on an official basis I'll have to roll your attack again, since I didn't see the original.... Nat20, critical threat + automatic hit. 16, Critical success. 6, 5 and 8 = 19 damage..... Wow 😦 .....))\n\nThe orc growls in his throat, slashing the longsword down at the \"arrogant dwarf\". Gauli's axe catches the blade under its axehead, the dwarf removes the sword from the orcs hands with once quick whirl. The Tall Orc hesitates a moment, clutching his injured wrist -- long enough for an axe to crash through his chain shirt and collar bone, arching down to cut the orc as Gauli had threatened. The orc's mouth opens wide as he falls to the ground, too dead to say any protests. ((Good work!))\nThe smaller orc-creature whimpers in fear as it remembers how he had shot this awesome(the old sense, as in filled with awe) dwarf. He scans around, considering a retreat may be quite beneficial. Girrack shakes his head-- still smiling --and mumbles what sounds like a mournful, saddened prayer -- but his smile still remains. \"Alas, dear Graagdush, I knew you well,\" He said, his tone and expression still complete opposites. \"I shall never forget you, dearest friend -- and I will see I avenge you by killing these guests of ours.\" Girrack turns up and flashes the emissaries another wide grin. \"If none of you have any objection, and are in every way prepared, then shall we begin our fight?\" \n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M Ax\n###### O\n## ## TKG S\n# ###\n##### \nM = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\n Thargol 7 \nMexanis 3\n It is now Thargol 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 10 rounds" }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Finally springing into action, Thargol takes a hasty look around, but with the most likely target already disabled, there´s a moments confusion. Then, his eyes narrowing, he surges forward, in a mad dash, along the right sides of Gauli and the Gnome, heading for the small, ork-like creature. Almost running past it, he spins around only a second before reaching it, trying to land a solid grab on the creatures clothing..\n\n \n Spoiler \nStatus: HP 9/9, AC 14\nTrying to head past Krey and Gauli without provoking an AoO from Girack, in an attempt to seize the small orc and bring him into a Grapple\nTouch attack (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nGrapple Check (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Girrack shrugged as Thargol passed, thinking he'd let one of his kin live a little longer. The orc-like creature showed the agility of an elf, diving past the monk and coming up in a roll behind him. He quickly began to draw a shortsword, his face turning a paler still, green.\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M Ax\n###### G O S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\n Mexanis 3 \n It is now Mexanis ' turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 10 rounds" }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis reaches into his his spell pouch, pulling a wad of pig fat out. In a clear voice he yells out the arcane words, feeling the power leave him.\n Porcarii arvina \n \n Spoiler \n Grease on Girack, with him in the lower left corner of the spell. Like so(blue area is greased).[save DC is 16]\n\n### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M Ax p p \n###### G O p S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n#####\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Sorry for not posting. I got spirited off to work beofre I could finish ☹️ )) Reflex - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] Girrack falls to the ground, laughing all the while. He shrugs from his position and complements Mexanis on his choice of spell. \"The only problem with it, dear mage-friend, is that you've quite possibly singled yourself out as the first person I'm going to kill, unfortunately.....\" He smiles at the wizard frighteningly.\n\n Round 2 \n\nThargol's opponent sends a quick stab, being careful not to put himself in peril. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Damage - (1d6+2)[ 7 ] The cowardly orc-creature shows a surprising amount of strength for its build, the chops of its sword stronger than most soldiers'. One blow throws the monk slightly off balance, allowing his enemy to score his arm. Assured the half-orc would not be able to strike back at him, the cowardly monster stabs home, scoring the dodging target's side, deeply. [7 points of damage to Thargol. 😦 Man that stings.....]\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\n Krey 16 \nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Krey 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 10 rounds" }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey skirts around the edges of the grease, and gets into ample range to strike at Girack. He swings his quarterstaff, leaving a brown trail behind the head, and aims for the ribs, his favorite target in battle, though hoping at the same time that the strike does not kill the orc.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to get within range of Girack, avoiding any Greased squares.\nAttack roll against Girack (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nDamage roll with Shileilagh (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Girrack effortlessly blocks the oncoming blow with his great axe. He then begins to raise, allowing Krey to strike at him again. [AoO on Girrack.] He then smiles at the gnome, and says, \"All of you try your best to hit me.\" He goes into a combat stance.\nJeff meanwhile, smells the blood leaking from Thargol's side -- and although he wants to help his master fight the orc, he doesn't like the smell of the grease and figures his master can handle himself better anyway. He charges at the orc-creature, growling in his throat. The frail looking creature squeals in fear as it saw the dog leap towards his throat. Attack - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] The orc-thing stabs at Jeff, forcing him to change his course or be impaled. Although he misses the orc's throat from the maneuver, he claws the enemy's face and bits hard into his shoulder. The orc-creature screams and slashes vigorously at the wolfhound, the scratches he causes in Jeff's hide not severe, but forcing the dog to jump away before the monster regains enough sense to make a more proficient stab. [The orc was hit.]\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M Ax pp \n###### G Op S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest. p/\"Blue\" = greased area.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\n Arianelle 11 \nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Arianelle 's turn. " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle looks at the horribly wounded and quite obviously dead body of the orc Graagdush with dismay, and shoots a glare at the dwarf. Hiding half the time when we need him, then this butchery... The mad orc who started this is back on his feet, though. Catching the little wooden symbol hanging from her wrist in her left hand, she holds it up. \"Light, be with us...\" \n \n Spoiler \nCasting bless (should get everyone, even Jeff). +1 attack rolls and saves vs. fear for a minute (morale bonus).\n\nDodge is vs. Girack\n\n Sword->axe, wrong speech color...I fail the use brain check on that last post... \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\n Gauli 8 \nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Gauli 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 9 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Glaring right back at the Cleric for a few seconds is all the Dwarf can manage before his face cracks into a wild ear-to-ear grin that shines on the polished surface of his axe. Ruthless glee echoes between his gasping laughter, he parts the air (and maybe a skull) with his blade like he's driving a nail in the ground with the sharp edge while Girack is unable to defend himself. Whether that hits any flesh or not, he twists his body and hauls the axe back up after it's done for a second attack from earth to sky. He didn't stop laughing for the Chieftain's brother to bark over his voice.\n\n Down Cut - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] - Damage (1d10)[ 1 ] \n Up Cut - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] - Damage (1d10)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Your dwarf doesn't get two attacks.\nEveryone remember to add the bonuses from bless to your attacks.\nAlso, by request, here's an OOC thread so that you can chat out-of-character about the game, or just chat in general to get to know your fellow players: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...6#post3171626) )\n\nGauli's downward attack is easily intercepted by orc's weapon. Girrack shakes his head, \"Oh no, master dwarf, you will need to try much harder than that to hit me,\" he says, smiling.\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# ##### J\n# ## # M Ax pp \n###### G Op S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\n Thargol 7 \nMexanis 3\n It is now Thargol 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh , 9 rounds. Arianelle's Bless , 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Gritting his teeth through the pain, Thargol attempts to refocus, lifting his right leg slightly and searching for an opening in his opponents cover. He then slams down his leg forcibly near his opponents foot hoping the diversion created suffices, unleashing a series of blows and kicks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Status: Hp 2/9, AC 14. Attacking for nonlethal damage, first attack stunning.\nAttack 1 (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nDamage 1 (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \nAttack 2 (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nDamage 2 (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Hey guys, guess what: I've gotten sick again. I'll try to keep posting but the computer hurts my head, so don't expect me to be able to post every day.))\n\nThe goblin-orc, manages to avoid the flurry of punches, only being bruised slightly by the ones that barely hit him.\nThe grease soaks into the ground, the stuff covering Girrack seems to simply disintegrate. The Chieftain's brother grins at Mexanis, over Gauli and Arianelle. He gives a salute to the wizard while still grinning then turns down to Gauli. \"Now, if your culture does not consider this a rude question: Should I kill you, Master Dwarf?\" he asks curiously.\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M Ax J\n###### GO S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\n Mexanis 3 \n It is now Mexanis ' turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 9 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((So as to keep things moving, we'll say Mexanis was to paralysed in fear of what the orc might do to him to act. Now, let us continue.))\n\n Round 3 \n\nThe orc-thing, seeing the vicious dog, and not doubting the strength of his supposed kin, he whistles loudly. A steady trot can be heard not far away, but not the the sound of a horse's hooves. He smiles weakly, as he listens to the steady approach. Realizing it would take a while for whatever is coming to arrive, the orc-thing withdraws with as much speed as keeping his guard up will allow.\n\nFormation:\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M Ax J\n###### GO S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\n Krey 16 \nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Krey 's turn. \nSpells: Krey's Shileilagh, 8 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey, continuing his efforts in knocking out Girack and ending the fight, is even more urgent as he hears the steady beat. He moves closer to Girack, and swings his quarterstaff at the orc's leg.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving 5 feet toward Girack.\nAttack Roll with Shileilagh'd, Blessed quarterstaff (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nDamage Roll (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n\n\nedit: crap.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Although Krey hits Girrack's legs squarly, with iron legging and boot he easily shrugs off the blow.\nThe orc ponders what to do for a moment, then smiles, turns swiftly and lines Krey with the flat of his axe. [roll=Attack[1d20+4[/roll] [roll=1d12+4[/roll] ((I'll use Invisible castle for these.)) Krey narrowly dodges the flat of the large axe, but he senses that he'd be in a coma, or worse, if one of the orc's mighty blows meet with him. [Missed, barely.]\nJeff, stopping long enough to see the attack on his master, growls ferociously and charges resolutely at the orc. Attack - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 8 ] Girack's eyes shut for only a moment in the pain of the dog's teeth around his arm. He smiles again, and bites Jeff's neck. The dog whimpers and jumps away from the orc, growling at him a moment after landing -- and ready to plunge at his throat once again. [Hit, 8 points of damage.]\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M Ax\n###### GOJ S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\n Arianelle 11 \nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Arianelle 's turn. \n Faithdreamer : \n Spoiler \nDo you want me to kill off Gauli, or to have non-violently removed from the campaign?\n " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Arianelle pauses a moment, then advances over the body and cuts at the now bloody-mouthed orc.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking a charge if possible, otherwise move and attack. Attack (1d20+2)[ 3 ](5) (+2 if charge), damage (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n\nAC 18 vs Girack, 17 others (-2 if charge)\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Girrack's axe swings behind him, deflecting Arianelle's slash and forcing her a step backwards. [Miss.]\n\n Formation :\n Code: \n ### ###\n# #####\n# ## # M A\n###### GOJ S\n## ## K T\n# ###\n##### \n M = Mexanis. K = Krey. A = Arianelle, dead Graagdush. T = Thargol. G = Gauli. J = Jeff. O = Girack. x = Dead Graagdush. S = Small orc-like creature. # = Forest.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Gauli 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 8 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 9 rounds." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gauli’s only answer is a chorus of crazy undulating laughter bubbling through his toothy skull-faced ear-meets-ear smile. Squinting his once clean dark eyes so his gaunt cheeks are raised in good humor jubilance overtakes his body and he plants his feet, swinging his razor-edged axe and screaming:\n “Heave!” \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] – Axe Cut (1d10+2)[ 10 ] - Wound\n(Does that mean he gets a flanking bonus with Jeff on the other side?)\n " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": " \"Not yet....\" the Half-Orc mutters under his breath. setting his feet to the ground, he lunges forward, behind the small, Orc-like creature, and tries to land a solid kick to the neck.....\n\n \n Spoiler \nStatus: HP 2/9, AC 12\nAttack with Bless and Charge: (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \nDamage (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Girrack grimaces in pain with the blow of the axe. He turns to give the dwarf another polite smile. \"You might be regretting that,\" he said playfully. [10 damage to Girrack.]\nEdit: The goblin-creature turned back just before Thargol reached him. The creature jumped to the side of the half-orc path, warding off any other attacks with the shortsword he held.\n\n Initiative :\nSmall Orc-like-creature 17\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\n Mexanis 3 \n It is now Mexanis' turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 8 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 9 rounds." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((NPCimg Mexanis till the end of combat.))\nMexanis begins to wonder about the goblin-orc. Girrack was obviously being dealt with quite well, but the other creature may very well bring reinforcements.... And where's Gaariss? The wizard runs over to within range, and casts a ray of frost at the fleeing goblin-thing. Ranged-Touch-attack - (1d20)[ 2 ] Ice - (1d3)[ 1 ] \n Round 4 \n\nThe orc-creature's terror-struck face lightens visibly when a worg charges suddenly towards it. The beast stops a few feet short of the goblin-orc, allowing him to mount. The worg shows obvious signs that it will bite at Jeff or Thargol if they try to stop the mounting humanoid. [Attack-of-Opportunity for Thargol and Jeff, but the worg might get involved in the fight if you do.... It's Krey's choice whether Jeff attacks.]\n\n Initiative :\nOrc-like-creature 17\n Krey 16 \nWorg --\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nNPC Mexanis\n It is now Krey 's turn. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol takes a half-step away, eyeing the creature suspiciously, but, thus far, avoids a direct confrontation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI forego the AoO\n " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey motions to Jeff, communicating to the dog to stand down for now.\n \n Spoiler \n is this a Handle Animal check? if so: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jeef stops short of the worg, rather upset to forgo the challenge. The goblin-orc rides his mount quickly into the distance, showing no signs of planning to return. [Goblin-orc has left combat.]\nGirrack turns to face the dwarf, the chops horizontally downward, the sharp of his axe facing the dwarf. Attack - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] Damage - (1d12+4)[ 15 ] The axe cuts steadily through Gauli's shoulder and continues through to his chest. Girrack quickly pulls the axe free, watching the dwarf fall injured to the ground. [15 damage to Gauli. Since the site with his sheet is down, I'm not sure about his current status.]\nJeff tries to bite the nasty orc once again. Attack - (1d20+3)[17] Bite - (1d6+3)[7] Jeff lands against the orc's lower back, trying to sink his teeth through the chain shirt and into the fighter's kidney. Girrack spins around almost before the dog even lands, smacking the beast with the handle of his axe and sending it to the ground before it can do any damage. Jeff manges to shake off the blow, it more propelling him then doing proper damage. He growls indignantly, but gives a hurt whimper when he sees the dwarf lying on the ground near death. [7 damage to Girrack.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\n Arianelle 11 \nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Arianelle 's turn. " }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "(If I'm counting right, Gauli's taken 17 damage so far between this and the arrow. He ought to still be alive, at least.)\n\nThe dwarf's sudden collapse is shocking, both in its suddenness and in that his squat form still shows signs of life. Arianelle makes a quick pass with her left hand and reaches out to touch Gauli. \"Light keep you...\" \n\nThat done, she steps forward to threaten the mad Girack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW for (1d8+4)[ 12 ] .\n5-foot step to the right.\nAC 18\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gauli feels death's chill leave him with almost uncomfortable suddenness. His entire body screams at him in pain for a few agonizing seconds, but then he feels his muscle regrow and wounds close. [Gauli is now at 4 HP, and is prone.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\n Gauli 8 \nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Gauli 's turn. ((Remember that you may encounter an Attack-of-Opportunity if you try to get up.))" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "He didn’t even feel the change. He was blinking his eyes trying to force himself to stand again when he realized he didn’t have his axe. Fumbling to find the handle another growl jumped from him. “Grraaargh!” He kicked the ground back down again and hacked at something, he couldn’t see the black world but if he stopped moving he was dead.\n \n Spoiler \n Attack on Girack – (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((So you stood up? I'll assume you did.))\n\nGirrack blocks the brave dwarf's axe with his own, forces the fighter back on one foot, and brings his axe back for a quick strike. Attack - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] Damage - (1d12+4)[ 8 ] Although the Gauli blocks out most of the orc's blow, but still the axe continued on -- stabbing lightly through Gauli's chain shirt and into his stomach. Had the axe advanced much further, the dwarf surely would be dead, but still the wound forces the brave dwarf back to the grassy floor. He tastes his own blood filling his mouth, vomits, and passes into a painful half-conciseness. [Gauli takes 8 damage. He is down to -4.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\n Thargol 7 \nMexanis 3\n It is now Thargol 's turn. " }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Hmmmm.....luck might not have been with him that day, but he, thought, courage had not yet deserted him. Gritting his teeth through the pain in his wounds, Thargol closed with the hulking orc, snarling, in orcish.\n\n \"Delivering death is calling it´s attention upon yourself as well. You would slay us, and yet......\" \n\nThargol went into a series of short jabs, all at openings Girack closed simply thorugh moving, before he lunged into the final, powerful thrust, locking his entire body behind the punch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStatus: 2/9 HP, AC 14\nNormal move action to close with Girack, followed by an attack\nAttack (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nDamage (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Although the majority of Thargol's attacks get through, Girrack's axe and chainshirt prevent any of the more deadly punches, including the last most powerful thrust. Girrack smiles. \"Very nice try,\" he offers politely, sarcastically if you look at his face. \"You did very well I assure you.\" \n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\n Mexanis 3 \n It is now Mexanis ' turn. " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": " Mexanis \nThe Orcs words had frozen Mexanis in fear, but when he saw Gauli struck down, the same who had protected him from the Kobolds, he snaps. Yelling the words of power, he shoots his palm forward, and a icy blue ball seems to fly from it to Girack.\n\" Fortana Frigidus! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nMexanis moves down 5 feet so that Gauli's unconscious body is in a line with Girack.\nCast Orb of cold\nMake a silent prayer to thew dice gods...\ntouch Attack (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \nDamage[roll]1d8[roll]\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jumping sideways at the last moment, Girrack dodges the majority of the orb. What little cold does get him he manages to shrug off with no damage. [Miss.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Krey 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 7 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 8 rounds." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey moves forward to continue putting the pressure on Girrack. He trots so he is within range of the mad orc and swings for the ribs with his enchanted staff.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack Roll with Shileilagh'd, Blessed quarterstaff (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \nDamage Roll (1d8+1)[ 2 ] \nWow. Just wow. Clearly I failed some kinda diplomacy check, 'cause these dice hate me!\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I understand how you feel..... real-life dice can do that to you as well ☹️.))\n\nAn axe handle swings to behind Girrack, smacking into the quarter staff and almost forcing Krey to the ground. Looking around thoughtfully, he wonders who he should kill first. He looks down at the injured dwarf, licking his lips. \"I give my utmost apologies,\" he says, laying a foot on Gauli's chest and liftying his axe over his shoulder, \"but this just has to be done, I'm afraid I couldn't have it any other way.....\" The orc lifts his axe even higher for a killing blow. Barking echoes behind him!\n \"Rauf, rauf! GRRRR!\" Jeff growled, trying to distract the orc from attacking his master's companions. At the same time, he pounced headlong at Girrack, his teeth and claws ready to land on the enemy's throat. He never expected the Fighter to retaliate so quickly.\nWithout a second's hesitation, Girrack spins around, his axe swinging with him. He had no intention to finish the dwarf off while so heavily surrounded, but wanted to get rid of the annoying dog which had done him so much harm. Attack - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] Damage - (1d12+4)[ 15 ] The axe hits Jeff almost squarely -- gashing his side terribly and leaving the poor beast's head with a wide crack. A heart-wrenching squeal emits from the dog as it is struck to the ground. Jeff continues to whimper as he tries to rise to his feet. [Jeff is hit. He takes 15 damage and is now at -2 HP.]\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Bite - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] [Knocked to negative HP before the attack could be made.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\n Arianelle 11 \nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Arianelle's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 6 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 8 rounds." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "The dwarf is down. Again. Not so badly hurt this time, but down. And the dog...and the axe to keep them there.\n\nArianelle carefully maneuvers herself out of reach of Girrack's axe, then turns to face the orc. With a furious left-handed gesture, she declaims \"Know the Light's power, and tremble!\" \n \n Spoiler \n5-foot step back left, casting Cause Fear . DC 13 will save or be frightened for d4 turns, shaken one turn on save.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " Will - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] Girrack acts as though he is very frightened. It seems as though he is trying to spare the cleric's feelings for the fact her spell didn't work -- but his honest, good natured voice is disgustingly hollow if you look at the sarcastic, wide grin. [Successful save.]\n\nGaulis is now at -5 HP.\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\n Gauli 8 \n Thargol 7 \nMexanis 3\n It is now Thargol 's turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 6 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 7 rounds." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Furious, Thargol starts to heat up. Jumping up, almost whirling into a frenzy, Thargol kicks, repeatedly, striking for knees, kidneys and girracks chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, here goes. Full on frenzy of blows, and if my luck doesn´t suck as bad as the last times, I might actually make one hit\nAttack (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \nDamage (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \nAttack (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nDamage (1d6+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Thargol fails to get in any serious damage. [Miss and miss.]\n\n Initiative :\nKrey 16\nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\n Mexanis 3 \n It is now Mexanis ' turn. \n Spells : Krey's Shileilagh, 6 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 7 rounds." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " \n Spoiler \nBig NO! My poorly-named animal companion! Wait... that's what I've got Cure Minor Wounds for. any amount of healing stabilizes, right?\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Yep, any amount of magic healing stabilizes the victim for quite a while, as in an hour or two.))" }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis carefully moves so that he is close to Thargol, avoiding the orc in the middle.\n Here Thargol,this will help you, and we need to finish it. Relaxat Genis \n \n Spoiler \nMove to Thargol. Cast enlarge person on him.\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Thargol looks at the ground, surprised by how it shrank and seemed to get further away. He felt heavier, and it seemed harder to balance. Still, he feels strong enough to wrestle an ogre!\n\n Initiative :\n Krey 16 \nGirack 16\nJeff 12\nArianelle 11\nGauli 8\nThargol 7\nMexanis 3\n It is now Krey 's turn. \nSpells: Krey's Shileilagh, 5 rounds. Arianelle's Bless, 7 rounds. Mexanis' Enlarge Person, 10 rounds." }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": "Krey shuffles around Girack, moving to the place where his animal companion fell. moving himself in between Girack and Jeff, he places his finger on the dog's wound, sending a small spark of brown-green energy into the wound, closing the wound a bit and reducing the flow of blood to manageable levels.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot sure what the map looks like, but move action to get close to Jeff (if necessary) and using up my casting of Cure Minor Wounds to heal 1 damage from Jeff and stabilize him at -1 HP\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Jeff's pain visibly decreases. He goes into a deep sleep, waiting to be properly healed before he thinks of getting up again.\nGirrack wonders what to do. He was quite injured from the dog and the dwarf's constant assaults, but not the main warriors were mostly dealt with, and he doubted any of the remaining party members stood much of a challenge. Still, one lucky hit can count more than all the skill in the world...\nBefore he finished his thoughts, Gaariss came out of the bushes behind the party, rahing to the song, \"Daisy, Daisy\". Girrack seems at a loss as to what to do. He seems not very keen on the idea of fighting the new combatant, but still he isn't sure he wasnts to leave just yet.....\n\n((You may all act freely for now. The combat will continue if one of the characters take a violent action (including Girrack and Gaariss)." }, { "author": "Ulzgoroth", "message": "Noticing the orc's sudden loss of focus...at least, she hopes that's what his not trying to kill anyone just yet means...Arianelle seizes the opportunity to stabilize Gauli with a touch of healing energy.\n\nThat done, she edges back into reach of Girrack. Flanking him against the suddenly enormous Thargol, if the fighting resumes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThat's one of my orisons gone for Cure Minor Wounds. A copy of light , I think.\n " }, { "author": "MeklorIlavator", "message": "Mexanis goes up to Krey, avoiding the orc in the middle.\n \"What should we do now? We I don't think we'll be able to take him if he gets hostile again, and I don't have that many spells left.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Gauli is stabilized." }, { "author": "Kioran", "message": "Thargol stares warily at the Orc, not dropping his guard. He musters Girack, searching for a quick movement, the spark of betrayal. the hot blood rushingg in his veins, the excitement of battle and the pain of his wounds drive him to lash out, while, on the ohter hand, his peaceful nature and training urge him towards restraint. He trembles visibly, nervously, words on his lips, but he was to unsure of himself to utter them.\n \"He should lay down his weapons.....He´s dangerous, and I´m hard pressed not to pound him into the floor\" he thinks, waiting for someone to break the stalemate....." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "It wasn't as if he wanted to sit still, but he couldn't muster the will to do much else. If he opened his eyes he may not be dreaming after all. The ground was comfortable..." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Girrack smiles widely. \"It seems I'll have to be leaving... this time,\" he says, backing away slowly towards the camp. \"Have a nice walk....\" " }, { "author": "Enlong", "message": " Krey Bom \n Krey looks around the area. He calls out to his teammates. \"We should probably heal up and head out. It's not going to be safe here for long, and I'd like to get to the camp before that orc sways the others into thinking we're some kind of group of assassins.\" " } ]
[ { "author": "Darth Solice", "message": "\" All Sith rally to me, to fight the Jedi\"\n\n\nYou pick a team Sith or Jedi, for me I am the leader of the Sithm the first person to say they are jedi is the leader of the jedi, the battle will take place at the sith temple on korriban, where the jedi are battling for the control of the temple.\n\nyou win by all of the enemy players are killed.Ounce you are killed you may keep posting but no fighting.\n\nAfter the fight we can review of what happened and critizize weak players.\n\nI know I am new but I am very powerful and have killed many on diffrent sites, so bring it on jedi." }, { "author": "Thiel", "message": "First up, this thread should be over here instead.\n\nAlso, you'll have to tell us somewhat more about your game so as to give us something to work with.\n\nGorbash has made a list of questions that, if answered, should cover all the bases.\n\n * 1. What game system are you running (D&D, Call of Cthulu, Palladium, GURPS, etc.), and if applicable what edition (Original, Classic, Revised, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 10th, etc.)?\n * 2. What 'type' or variant of game will it be (i.e. \"Shadow Chasers\" or \"Agents of Psi\" for d20 Modern)? What is the setting for the game (eg. historic period, published or homebrewed campaign setting, alternate reality, modern world, etc.)?\n * 3. How many Players are you looking for? Will you be taking alternates, and if so, how many?\n * 4. What's the gaming medium (OOTS, chat, e-mail etc.)?\n * 5. What is the characters' starting status (i.e. experience level)?\n * 6. How much gold or other starting funds will the characters begin with?\n * 7. Are there any particular character classes, professions, orders, etc. that you want... or do not want? What are your rules on 'prestige' and/or homebrewed classes?\n * 8. What races, subraces, species, etc. are allowed for your game? Will you allow homebrewed races or species? 'Prestige' races or species?\n * 9. By what method should Players generate their attributes/ability scores and Hit Points?\n * 10. Does your game use alignment? What are your restrictions, if so?\n * 11. Do you allow multi-classing, or have any particular rules in regards to it?\n * 12. Will you be doing all of the die rolling during the course of the game? Will die rolls be altered, or left to the honor system? If players can make die rolls, which ones do they make, how should they make the rolls, and how should they report them?\n * 13. Are there any homebrewed or optional/variant rules that your Players should know about? If so, list and explain them, or provide relevant links to learn about these new rules.\n * 14. Is a character background required? If so, how big? Are you looking for anything in particular (i.e. the backgrounds all ending up with the characters in the same city)?\n * 15. Does your game involve a lot of hack & slash, puzzle solving, roleplaying, or a combination of the above?\n * 16. Are your Players restricted to particular rulebooks and supplements, or will you be allowing access to non-standard material? What sources can Players use for their characters?\n\nIt's made mainly with DnD in mind but it doesn't takes much bending to make it fit most systems." } ]
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[ { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "It is early hours of the morning when you are awoken by a sound outside, Whether a animal, car squealing, or kinds yelling. Another common thing that happened to all of you is a letter in your hands. Quickly as you rise the letter opens itself and lies in front of you, it says;\n\n \nTo the holder of this letter.\n\n\tYour presence is requested immeditaly by the Consilium. A situation has arose that the Consilium feels your skills will be an asset to Mages as a whole. All will be explained when everyone arrives. The meeting will be held at City hall in one hour.\n\nHierarch, Andrew Ragemaster \n\n\tYou arrive seats have been arranged, the members of the Consilium other then the only Sentinel. that the Consilium has, Jason King.\n\n(Heres a chance to get to know the other players in character.)" }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius Hex enters the room, glancing around at his surroundings. He allows himself a smirk. He wears a tailored black Brooks Bros. suit, with black silk undershirt, and a smoke colored tie. His appearance is young, and strikingly handsome. His eyes are a deep brown, almost black and there's a large scar adorning the right side of his face, going up-down across his eye socket, as if he'd almost lost the eye. Directly above the scar is a stark white streak in his hair, as if whatever had caused the scar had also cause some of his hair to turn white. The rest of it is jet black, and the whole thing is cut short, styled in a contemporary way. He takes a seat at the table, nodding to Jason and murmuring a greeting.He folds his hands in front of him, and waits for what is to come." }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "When Rosyn enters the room she gives Arcadius and Jason a cold judging gaze, but with a sudden flare, and a flick of her long, thin, orange/red ponytail, her pale green eyes sparkle and a slim smile creeps across her face. \"Hello Gentlemen\" she says sweetly and takes a seat next to Arcadius. As she does the sent of incense from her coat floods her company's nose reminding them of church assuming they have ever attended. She wears a long, gray jacket and plain black pants. Not much can be seen about what she wears under the jacket but there is a faint jingling of metal as she walks." }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius smiles pleasantly at Rosyn as she enters the room and sits down, he half turns to her in her seat beside him. \"A pleasant morning, to you. What fortune to have such appealing company at such an impromptu meeting.\" He turns his head to smirk at Jason as he mentions the meeting. Turning back to Rosyn \"May one such as I be so bold as to enquire about your name?\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn narrows her eyes, glaring at Arcadius her pale green irises glowing ever so faintly or maybe not at all, maybe it was her stunning anger alone. Although the rest of her face keeps a cool, calm,beauty and her slender body turns slightly to face him. \"Rosyn Autumnfire, servant of God. And you sir?\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron enters, chic in a tailored black riding jacket, designer ivory jodphurs and riding boots so polished you could see the supernal in them. Her olive mixed race skin, lustrous straight black hair and hazlenut black eyes make for interesting even if her face is too angular and her nose just a little too aquiline to be really pretty. Any of you in the Free council might recognise her; Nycthemeron is a sculptor and half-arab emigree from France and she doesn't normally turn herself out like this; jeans and t-shirt splattered in glazes, gluse and clay is more her normal style. Or club wear. However she can clearly dress to impress.\n\nShe cllicks her heels across the floor before stopping to bow to Jason King, \"Sentinel. Monsieur, Madame. She offers her hand to those she doesn't know and kisses on each cheek those she does before sitting herself next to Rosyn, \"Nycthemeron, how do you do.\" She looks vaguely dissappointed at anybody who gives the wrong answer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNyc. has mage sight, Supernal Vision active for 24 hours using the mana for today from her hallow.\n " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius' smile widens a bit, and his eyes glint when Rosyn mentions \"servant of God.\" I am Arcadius Hex, of the Silver Ladder. It is most pleasurable to make your acquaintance.\" As he says that his eyes are drawn to the door, noting the entrance of Nycthemeron. \"There's to be no shortage of fair company this morning, it seems.\" Arcadius stands and takes the hand offered him by Nycthemeron, raising it to his lips and brushing his lips against it. He takes his seat, introducing himself \"Arcadius Hex, and as to your question I am doing ever increasingly better, today.\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn looses interest in Arcadius and stands to greet the new comer and takes her hand. Her angry glowing eyes turning soft and a bright smile widening across her soft pink lips. \"Welcome, I am Rosyn. God bless.\" she says, nodding her head slightly has she says 'God Bless'. Her pale skin a stark contrast to Nycthemeron's olive complexion. She returns to her seat at the same time as the others and now sits , smiling, thinking about what may come." }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "Jason only nods as people enter." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Looking slightly dissapointed with Arcadius' answer, though smling at the form Nycthemeron sits, her legs crossed elegantly. To Rosyn she smiles and speaks softly, Deo duce, ferro comitante \n\nShe flicks her hair and looks to Jason King, \"Sentinel King as we haven't started I presume we are expecting more. May I smoke?\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "Sentinel looks over, \"the others should arrive soon, but feel free to smoke if you wish.\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "Sentinel looks over, \"the others should arrive soon, but feel free to smoke if you wish.\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her inside pocket Nycthemeron hinges open the packet and lights a Sobranie black. Replacing the pack she exhales and mutters under her breath, gesturing as she does so. Clearly casting a vulgar rote it takes only a second before a mote of light becomes, faster than the eye can follow a series of lines and then a heavy cut glass ashtray shaped as a pentacle. She taps her cigarette into it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolls in recruiting thread. Paradox was a chance die so nothing happens (thankfully). Now on 11 mana, or 5 if we start at half.\n " }, { "author": "Melijobiddle", "message": "Sisko purrs up to City Hall on her slightly-dented-but-obviously-well-loved silver Suzuki Hayabusa motorcycle, sliding it neatly into a convenient parking space and peeling off a shiny black helmet. Her masses of dark mahogany curls cascade down her back and she squints a pair of deepest grey eyes up at the rising sun before dusting off her worn leather get-up and sauntering lazily into the building. She walks with the gait of a confidant woman, appearing to rest heavily on the very pulse of the earth with every stride - both familiar and comfortable with her place in this world.\n\nShe helps herself wordlessly to the chair closest to the door by slouching deep into the seat and perching the bulky helmet precariously on one knee. Nodding curtly to Jason, Sisko merely acknowledges the others' presences with cold, detached eye-contact, taking a moment to observe their awkward social exchanges." }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius sits back in his chair, twirling an expensive looking pen deftly through his fingers. He looks up when Sisko enters the room, watching her take a seat. He turns to Jason \"So, King. What am I doing here this morning? As much as I enjoy mingling with fine company, my schedule is taking a serious hit with this.\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn gives a polite nod to Nycthemeron but shifts in her chair to shy away from her cigarette smoke possibly crowding Arcadius. She doesn't seem to notice, she only greets Sisko and takes a minute to idly observe her surroundings." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": " Nycthemeron \n\nIn her languid french accent Nycthemeron speaks \"Whilst we're all eagre to serve the Consillium of course we do have busy lives Sentinel.\" Nycthemeron exhales elegantly towards Sisko, a thin stream of smoke dissipating between them. Her eyes survey the latest arrival critically, assessing the leather clad woman." }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "As you question King, the sound of a throat clearing comes from the other side of the room. There stands a man, who you recognize as one of the Councilors. He appears in his 50's long gray hair and beard. He is dressed in a Japanese robe, he speaks very calm but sternly,\n \n \"Welcome everyone. I am glad so many of you could make it here as quickly as you did. You have been called here to be asked to help one of your fellow mages. The herald has vanished while investigating a call for help from one of our neighbouring Consilium. The Hierarch and the Councilors, including myself are asking if you would be willing to investigate this happening in person. We would consider this a great favour to our Consilium. Are any of you interested?\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius looks around the room, quickly. Watching the reactions of his \"colleagues.\" A grin on his face. He puts his hands on the table \"Interested, of course, but not completely sold yet. This sounds dangerous, what's the hook?\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "The Councilor makes an odd smile like he heard a good joke,\n\n \"The hook for you lad is as follows. The neighbouring Consilium is far stronger then our own. They seemed to have vanished without a trance leaving everything behind. Since most mages have many objects and secrets of power. These objects and secrets are much too dangerous to be left to sleepers. It would be our duty to ensure such objects and secrets would need new owners, that is if you can find the secrets left behind. Of course I am sure more experienced mages would be much better suited for this given you don't seem overly driven to help you fellow mages.\" \n\nHe then looks around the room for everyones opinion on the matter." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron ponders cautiously waiting for others to speak first. \"I'm interested certainly, I do wonder however why the consillium has chosen we less experienced mages.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius smiles winningly, showing a row of perfect white teeth. \"Nonsense, Councilor, I am more than willing to lend my aid to the Concilium. I would be honored to aid you in this\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn stands when the Councilor enters possibly the first one to offer him this polite gesture. When he begins to speak she returns to her seat. As soon as she hears that someone is in danger her placid face turns wrought with concern. \"Of course I am interested, praise God that He should bring me here to help those in peril. Dum spiramus tuebimur. I am not concerned with reward or risk!\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius rolls his eyes, and leans back in his chair while Rosyn speaks." }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": " \"The message was sent to each of you because the Hierarch left the choosing in the hands of fate. Personally I feel that more experience mages would be a safer but, however that is not how the rest of the Councilors feel. But if you all wish not to go, I will gladly assemble a better equipped team for the job.\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": " \"Who are we councillor to stand against the wishes of Fate; and of course it is our pleasure to serve the Hierarch however we may. I am onboard.\" " }, { "author": "Melijobiddle", "message": "Sisko maintains her silence, gauging the reactions of her fellow mages and taking in the councilor's message of distress. She nods slowly and deliberately at the mention of fate at work here and presses her lips together in what could be mistaken for the faintest grin. Finally, she speaks - barely above a whisper, in a thick velvet voice.\n\n \"I will go. Together or alone.\" \n\nShe shifts her weight in her seat and moves the bike helmet to the other knee, obviously anxious to stand and depart." }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius folds his hands behind his head. \"It seems we've all reached what is ultimately the same conclusion. Is there anything else you can tell us about our mission?\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "The Councilor nods to each of you. \"Well excellent. The Herald was on his was to the other Consilium before we lost track of him. I would recommend you start there. They hold their meetings in the basement of a hotel called 'Ever Night'. I recommend you watch one another. I have arranged a ride outside. I recommend you each spend at least a moment to get to know one another. Is there any questions?\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron stubbs out her cigarette, grinding it out on the moros point of the phantasmal ashtray. Why was the Herald heading there?\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": " \"We thought that would be the first place to check for the message for help\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": " \"Logically. What kind of man was the herald? Knowing that may help us know what we might be dealing with.\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": " \"Yes of course. Do you have any ideas at all as to what may have happened to the consillium?\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": " \"We do not know what happened at the consillium. Since the ward was so strong against scrying the we sent the Herald, who is a disciple of the Time arcana. If no one was there he was to look into what happened. He called by phone to report he arrived and would call back after he looked into it. That was over 3 hours ago now. We have attempted to scry for him but have of yet not found any sign of him. The Herald is normally quite punctual and efficient, so him not getting back to us has lead to this gathering.\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, \"Only three hours ago, we should leave immediately. With such little time elapsed we may still be able to effect a successful rescue of the Herald if we leave now.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius pushes his chair away from the table \"Meh, I hope not. I hate rescue missions.\" He places his hands on his knees and looks around the table. \"Time doesn't seem to be on our side.\" He snickers \"Time didn't really work out for the herald either, it seems.\" He shakes his head, allowing himself a laugh at the poor man's expense. He looks up at Nycthemeron, and then looks from her to Sisko. \"Rosyn reads like a book. So what's these two's story?\" He smiles as he says it, as if sharing with himself a private joke." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron actual looks slighlty appalled. \"You can't be serious, Her eyes, filled with disgust survey Arcadius' nonchalance, there are lives at risk here. Anything you need to know about me, ask on the way. We need to leave now, if none of us have any serious questions then Councillor shall we be going?\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn stands up, and a look of disdain creeps onto her face. \"I agree. There is no time to waste on casual conversation. Our course has been mandated.\" With a jangle of metal from beneath her coat, she spins on her heel, and walks to the door." }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "The Councilor nods, \"If you are all ready to leave I have taken the liberty of supplying a car.\" , his hand drawing a set of keys from seemingly mid air, and throwing them to a table near the exit. \"Best of luck to you all.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius flashes a perfect white-toothed grin at Nycthmeron and Rosyn, standing up \"Don't get me wrong I'm eager to get started. I just don't get what it is with Awakened women and being so anti-social.\" His eyes flash in the direction of the ever stoic Sisko then back and forth toward the other two women. He raises his eyebrows and sticks his hands in his pockets \"So who wants to drive?\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron nods to the Councillor and standing looks at Sisko, \"Unless you want to I'll drive.\" Turning to Arcadius she flashes a small smile, \"When this is all over I'll take you out.\" She stares pointedly at the near melodramtic Sisko, \"Well?\" " }, { "author": "Melijobiddle", "message": "Sisko makes no visible reaction to Arcadius' arrogance, shakes her head to Nycthemeron and turns her attention briefly to the Councilor.\n\n \"If there is an item handy that was of some importance to the Herald, I will take it now. If not...\" \n\nShe stands and twirls the helmet deftly in her palm.\n\n \"I will ride behind.\" " }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": " \"Fantastic.\" Nycthemeron nods to the councillor and clicks accross the floor, her hand sweeping the keys off the table as she passes. \"Lets go people, we have a herald in distress.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius half-bows to Nycthmeron, smiling winningly. Without another word to the authorities present he walks to the door, and props it open, squinting slightly in the morning sunlight. \"Ladies first?\" " }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "Rosyn politely nods at Arcadius when she passes him. She walks toward the car and opens the passenger side door. Gathering her coat, and anything underneath it, about her she carefully enters the car and sits down." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron walks to the car, and ignoring the others pops open the door to fold elegently into the seat. \"Jump in les mecs. We have places to go, mysteries to solve and people to save.\" She throws her jacket into the back and un-clips her hair. She smiels as she loosens up." }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius climbs unceremoniously into the back seat. He reaches forward, past Rosyn's head, and fiddles with the rear-view mirror for a second. Upon getting it to where he likes, he straightens his tie and takes a comb from his pocket. \"Let's get this show on the road, and what have you.\" He combs his hair back off his forehead and sits back, pocketing the comb." }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": "Nycthemeron smoothly starts the engine, keeping it purring it in first gear. she flashes her lights at Sisko behind and receiving a response slides forward with the unfamiliar car heading into the traffic and out, accross the country toward their destination. \"Whilst we travel, we shoudl plan; to begin with, Obrimos, Libertine, Disciple of Prime. Nycthemeron, my pleasure to meet you mes chéries.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "Arcadius positions himself in the middle of the back seat, lounging with his arms on the back of the seat. \"Arcadius Hex, Mastigos of the Silver Ladder. My talents lie primarily in the Mind and Spirit. Likewise charmed.\" " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "(OOC: Everyone just let me know when your ready to arrive at the hotel)" }, { "author": "Rosyn", "message": "After she got in the car, and while the others introduced themselves, Rosyn had pulled a rosary from inside her coat, and has been praying under her breath while clutching the prayer beads. When she's finished she returns the rosary, and begins to adjust her ponytail \"Rosyn Autumnfire of the Adamantine Arrow, and I am likewise Obrimos. My abilities lie in Forces and Life, to punish the sinful and uphold the faithful.\" She reaches down and opens her cloak a tad, revealing a chainmail shirt, a white tabard adorned with a cross, and a slender sword at her waist. \"I am more than proficient in other means of combat, however.\" " }, { "author": "Premsyl", "message": "(OOC: I'm venturing to guess that we're all ready to arrive. Unless Melijobiddle has something)" }, { "author": "Nuada", "message": " \n Spoiler \n I'm absolutely ready, Just waiting on Melijobiddle.\n " }, { "author": "warlock2000", "message": "(OOC: sorry about the wait everyone)\n\nPeople driving give a wits+drive." } ]
[ { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Gothmoor: The City of Shadows\n\nBackground History of Gothmoor\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSitting on coast on the southernmost part of the Mhair jungles lays a city shrouded in mystery. Forged atop ancient buried ruins of a splintered city, Gothmoor has the ocean to its back, mountainous hills to one side and the deadly Mhair jungle on it's other side and front. Getting to the city can be just as dangerous as living or visiting there.\n\nOften rumored to be created as a favor from the gods themselves, Gothmoor has its shares of rumors and legends. One solid fact is the original city, no matter how it was formed, was ruled by the Von Luen family. Lord Sir Bruce Von Luen was the first ruler of Gothmoor and built the city up to what it is today. History has been recorded as Lord Von Luen creating the city along the shore of the Great Sea with the help of a local underground city of dwarves. The city of Gothmoor was built upon the ruins of another civilization that the Dwarves refused to tell Lord Sir Bruce about. To this day, no one who vocally admits it or speaks of it knows about the original city that once stood here.\n\nOften called the Waterdeep of the South, those who find even Skullport too unruly and Waterdeep too constrictive, find themselves comfortable in the walls of Gothmoor. Originally used as a southern waterways trading port, the city has grown into something most don't even dare to dream. The last known recorded size overland of Gothmoor would fit Waterdeep and part of Baldur's Gate within. It is a huge sprawling town. The town originally was like any other town, with people crammed along cramped streets and living atop one another, multiple feet up with two and three story homes, but once the Southern city became noteworthy, people began to spread out. As more and more of the Mhair jungle's encroaching edge is cut back for firewood, building lumber and crop land, the size of the city is increasing.\n\nThe local inhabitants of the Mhair do not approve of this human encroachment and often attempt pitiful raids on the Northern wall. The City Watch, also known as The Keepers, keeps strong vigilance and rotates from wall duty to inner city patrols. Most regional patrols outside the city are done with paid conscripts (adventurers) accompanied by a Keeper Captain.\n\nMany jobs can be had within Gothmoor's walls, from cooking and butchery, to armed guardsmen and even bouncers. The port keeps many bodies coming and going, as well as the constantly running earth of the city's graveyard. Jobs become available almost nightly. If you're quick, either with steel or wit, you can find a fortune, or at least a comfortable living within Gothmoor. The only thing that keeps the gravediggers busy year round, or the stockades full, is one thing, racial hatred. Anyone who is not tolerant of other races, or vocally or physically attacks another due to their race in Gothmoor is quickly punished and dealt with behind locked and barred iron doors.\n\nPublic executions are common. The local arena is where many work more vicious crimes off, to the enjoyment of others. Slavery is not unheard of in the Southern Jewel of Faerun. You will see a wood elf and a dark elf sipping tea in a parlor house, while a grey dwarf sings a drinking song alongside a shield dwarf with full mugs of grog in their hands. Does this mean everything is happy and compliant? On the surface, yes. But there are ways of getting rid of a hated enemy without getting caught, and that is yet another way one can find his fame and fortune in Gothmoor. Many will smile at your face, because a few minutes earlier, planned for your death. If Gothmoor's upside is as shiny as Waterdeep, Gothmoor's underbelly is twice as dark as Skullport's. Many a patron has drank with his most hated enemy, only to have a shank in his back before he wakes up, while his enemy is in public view with a complete alibi. Strangers must be wary their first few months in the big city. Things that may go bump in the night may just rip the flesh from your face and turn you into a mindless zombie for fun.\n \n\nMap of Region:\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\nMap of Merchant Ward:\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Characters: \n\n\nVie: Etsia- Druid \nIlsh: Jessamyn - Paladin \nZarrae: Zarraema - Cleric \nEdo: Kelzir - Bard \nTsol: Fistar - Rogue " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia: \n Spoiler \n\nYou've been traveling more and more south, seeking out a creature. THe urge continued to pull you south as the trees begin to become less and less deciduious and more and more tropical. The leaves became bladed and hard, and the trunks became more and more ropey. The underbrush covered ground becomes more squishy as your soft boots lead you further south. The sky has become clouded as the temperature has gotten hotter. You have not seen a elven or even human village for the last few days. You being to doubt your course until the jungle you've been trekking through breaks and you spot, what has to be, the hugest and most concentrated gathering of intelligent beings you've ever seen. Huge massive stone walls just up from the coast, and huge building sit snugly behind. A long thick road sits to your left about 300 feet away.\n\nYou've checked your pouches and your food is running low. You have heard of rumors of large libraries within these cities liek the one in the great oak tree in your home village. You decide the best place to find out about the local fauna in the area would be within this city..as long as you can keep yourself safe. You've been picked up just outside the walls by a caravan and followed it in.\n \n\n\nJessamyn: \n Spoiler \n\nYou awoke thre weeks ago in the small temple of Torm on the outskirts of Lapalgard. It is the southernmost village of the Lapaliiya region. The spot is a strategic location for the region's Baron, hence why the temple was allowed to be built. Your studies have been concluded, and the growing information coming out from the Southern Gem of Faerun. Your master Cardinal has decreed your quest is to travel to a large mysterious city to the south, Gothmoor, and see to a temple within it's walls. The old temple of Torm has fallen, and they clerics have actually let go of the property and began to build a new temple. Rumors of Necromancers and undead have been coming from the south. You have joined up on a caravan with a strange pair of dark elves as a caravan guard and headed to Gothmoor.\n \n\n\nZarraema: \n Spoiler \n\nYou have been skirting the edges of the Mhair jungle to the Northern edge around the outside of Sammaresh. The region of Lapaliiya seems to have a more understanding group of people and they seem to leave you alone as they acknowledge your presence and even have left you packages of food on their porch. The voluntary exile from the underdark left you ill prepared to survive on the surface, but the outskirt farms have been helping you. Your lack of coin and permanent housing situation has had you find work.\n\nA strange human with strange gray skin had brought you and Kelzir both a pair of wineskins and a few packages of food. Upon talking to the man, who is a surface born half drow! He jingles a few bags of coins at you and hires you both to guard his caravan which is headed to a mysterious city to the south. The caravan master has filled both your ears and minds with talk and stories of a huge city, built by surface dwelling, Lloth hating dark elves. Without much discussion, you both take the man's coin and hop aboard toward this legendary city.\n \n\n\nKelzir:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYour travel on the surface has not been an easy one. You have been travelling with this feamle dark elven ex priestess for some time and the surface is much different that the underdark. It is much hotter on the surface for one and the food is much different. it's much harder to hunt when there is no roof above you. The hot jungles of Mhair has been your home for years but you always seem to be drawn to the human town of Sammaresh. They seem to have accepted you for a silent protector and guardian within the jungle. The coin is the only thing that's not flowing at this point.\n\nA strange human with strange gray skin had brought you and Kelzir both a pair of wineskins and a few packages of food. Upon talking to the man, who is a surface born half drow! He jingles a few bags of coins at you and hires you both to guard his caravan which is headed to a mysterious city to the south. The caravan master has filled both your ears and minds with talk and stories of a huge city, built by surface dwelling, Lloth hating dark elves. Without much discussion, you both take the man's coin and hop aboard toward this legendary city.\n \n\n\nFistar: \n Spoiler \n\nYou've done it again. You don't know how it happened but somehow you woke up with you in the Baron's daughter's bed. Somehow you made it outside and down the wall parapet but were cut off from the stairwell. Once well placed jump landed you in the back of a fabric filled wagon. The caravan master looked over his shoulder at you and told you \"I hope you don't mind surface dark elves, because we're headed to Gothmoor. One wagon back, a female and a male dark elf ride as caravan guards in the line of five wagons on their way south.\n\nGothmoor has been told to you in stories sicne you were born. A mysterious city to the south where wood elves and white elves break bread together and smile at each other without bloodshed. A city of mysteries built upon a ruins of a city of mysteries built on an ancient ruins. The city itself begs to be inspected. You've never had the need to leave the city of Durgar, but now...with nowhere else to go...Gothmoor sounds good as any place.\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The crack of the whip from the head wagon of the caravan, and a loud yell signals you of the stopping of the line of wagons. The wagon you're on urches to a stop, waking you up, or catching your attention from your current conversation. The Wagonmaster you've known as Daurvin hopped down from his lead wagon and stretched a bit before begining to shout orders to the caravan hands and you guards. His rat faced second in charge stepped down with a small chest and begins to hand out small bags of coin to the other caravan guards.The rat faced man sneers as you approach and tosses you your bag and immediately focus on who is behind you. Daurvin pats your shoulder and shakes your hand and wishes you the best of luck in the City of Mysteries... You've arrived in Gothmoor.\n\nYou stand around in a small group, looking at those you've seen a bit during the caravan trip. You look around to the huge four story tall buildings and temples and mansions made of stone and wood. The smell in here is not of sweat and cramped bodies, but of ozone...and commerce. The sky is full of black clouds rumbling overhead, as Daurvin mentions a good and safe inn called the Sleeping Centaur 3 blocks into town. (5 on map)." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": "Etsia adjusted her backpack on her shoulders and then gripped the half-spear tighter. The town made her nervous. All these people made her nervous. She glared at the stone walls, the insanity of living in one spot and within dead materials grating against her nerves. Nevertheless, somewhere within this fake gigantic ant nest there was information. With luck, it would be the information she needed.\n\nShe glanced at the people standing nearby, wondering briefly how they had imagined to survive in the jungle in all that heavy armor and clothes. The thought that she was dressed in a strange way never crossed her mind -- the few criss-crossing leather straps and feathers on her mostly naked, tattooed, deep-tanned body were perfectly normal and easy to move in.\n\nHer permanent glare changed into a smile for one brief moment as she heard the screech of a hawk from above. She responded to it with a similar call of her own, and the bird swooped down to perch on the top of her backpack, watching the surroundings with a distaste as obvious as his elf-friend's.\n\nShe sighed and glanced at the gathered people again. She needed information, and she rather asked the people that were so conveniently gathered than approach a stranger in the fake ant nest.\n\n\"Do you know where the library is?\" She did not address anyone in particular, but she spoke loud enough with her feral forest accent to be heard by everyone nearby." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "He stowed the few coins and pulled his lanky animal around. The light leather he wore creaking slightly as he checked the bags and saddle, ensuring it was secure. He watched the hustle and bustle going on around, and covertly shifted his coin purse to a more secure location.\n\nThe noise was odd, but not uncommon. There were places like this anywhere. His eyes continued to scan the area, seeking ink black skin and a baleful glare. In a place like this, one couldn't be too careful, there was no telling what one might stumble across.\n\nHe brought his horse around as he avoided the giantess in metal they'd been traveling with. She didn't seem to have much of a friendly streak for a warrior of the church. He stopped the steed so it stood next to the drow priestess.\n\n\"Mistress, your mount. And then shall we find our way to this inn, or perhaps something else first?\"" }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Soft, violet eyes peered around the crowd as an old adage rippled past her memory; those who expect death from behind will meet it from the front. Those days were over, she told herself, the Dark Maiden had taught her to return kindness to those around her.\n\nKelzir's attentiveness brought a faint smile to her lips. It had been a long journey with a good number of scathing looks to which she returned a smile, \"Thank you, Kelzir, perhaps we should see about the Inn.\" With a light hop, she pulled herself into the saddle and carefully stowed her payment in a belt pouch. Perhaps she could coax a song out of him once they arrived.\n\nA strange accent caught her ears, \"Do you know where the library is?\" She searched the crowd for the voice's owner to, at least, offer the kindness of an answer - even if the answer was no." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": "Jessamyn straightened her traveler's surcoat with its embroidered Tormite gauntlet insignia, checked the long platinum braid coiled like a snake at the nape of her neck, then cast a cool look over her traveling comrades. The pair of drow had rarely left her scrutiny during the caravan trek, but this had given her little time to consider the other members.\n\nThe mostly-naked elf-woman's question caught her ear and she turned her attention there, giving the small lady an unreadable look before speaking up. Her voice was low, her tone clipped and precise. \"An innkeeper should know, and with a storm impending, it would be best to seek shelter first and ask directions once there.\"\n\nA snort and a nudge at her shoulder reminded her of her horse, and she half-turned to pat the dapple-grey's muzzle. \"Yes, Ghost, I'll make sure it's comfortable.\"\n\nLooking back to the tiny druid again, she gave a near-smile and said, \"Would you like a ride?\"" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": "The wood elf looked around enjoying the bustle and sites of the city. He was dressed in his light leather armor with his rapier and and dagger strapped to his side. Lifting his backpack he put it on his shoulders. First thing is to find a place to stay, then to explore the city, he thought as he eyed the group around him. He noted the dark elves briefly and then hearing a hawk call, which startled him briefly, he glanced upwards and watch the hawk land on the almost naked tattoed elf.\n\n \"Do you know where the library is?\" , seemingly addressing no one in particular.\n\nFistar smiled and noticed the others turn, \"Not at all,\" he answered smiling, \"But I'm willing to help you find one. I'm new to this city as well and wouldn't mind some company to explore it. First tho, I would rather find a place to stay, and store some of my gear. \" he thought for a moment.. \".. thats if the place is reputable enough..\" \n\nSmiling and nodding to the half elf on the horse, \"and she seems to have a good idea.. I wouldn't mind joining you as well.... \" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": "Etsia moved past a few of the tall people in her line of sight to take a better look at the woman in armor. She peered up to see her features. The green elven eyes narrowed in estimation, then she gave her a nod.\n\n\"Storms don't bother me, but seems there's no cover except the-\" She paused, almost as if the word was something distasteful. \"-buildings. The tavern would be good, and if they know about the library, even better.\"\n\nShe patted the big horse admiringly, glancing around out of reflex, frowning slightly in the direction of the drow, then blinking up at the chattery wood elf." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "General:\nThe city is thick with people merchants and nobles, walkers and riders, horses and wagons, Giant footpad lizards and giant wolves, saddled and muzzled. It is a strange sight indeed to see the broad range of races and people interacting. Dwarves trading with Gnolls, Orcs talking with Humans.\nHuge hulking men the size of two humans tall walk down the street hefting a armfull of 20' long timbers under one arm and a huge axe with the head the size of two tower shields in the other! The city is constantly moving. Busy even through the rain as the skies open up and the downpour begins.\n\nMost people begin moving faster but not many move out of the rain itself. It seems a very common occurance as many throw up a oil coated hooded cloak and continue on their way, protecting the thing they carry from the rain.\n\nTwo Dark elves walk past your small group headed down the street. They walk in full armor made from a strange black steel with glints throughout the metal as the female looks the two dark elves in your group and speaks:\n \"Freedom and Honor, Friends.\" They smile. a sight rarely seen on a dark elven face without a sneaky hidden motive. They say nothing more and move on.\n\nLightning plays across the sky sideways as many of the city guards pull out cloaks and begin to don their bad weather gear. One of the other caravan guards walks between your group and looks to you all, pulling up his hood.\n \"We're all going to the Sleeping Centaur. We hear they have rooms for rent and a great night buffet.\" The human male runs off to catch up to his small group." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": "Fistar, looked after the dark elves as they headed towards the inn. He shrugged his shoulders and raced off to catch up with them.\n \"My, that's a nice horse you have there. I really should consider getting my own. But that would be one more mouth to feed, \" the wood elf sighed. \"I can see the advantage tho,\" as he picked up his pace trying to keep up. \"Darn this rain, I should also look into buying one of those cloaks that everyone seems to be wearing, at least it would keep me dry, \" The wood elf looked out and about studying the crowd around him. \"Ohh by the way, my name is Fistar, I have a longer name, but it is such a mouthful, that I just prefer to be called Fistar. \" he chatted while continuing studying the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot: (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": "Jessamyn gave the tiny druid a boost up onto Ghost, and took note of how her feet reached nowhere near the stirrups. Reaching up, she patted the saddlehorn. \"Hold onto that if it gets bumpy, but I don't think it's far.\"\n\nTaking up Ghost's reins, she walked the horse after the rest of the group, green eyes skimming slowly over the crowd. The broad representation of races apparent in even a passing glance caused the paladin to frown slightly, more in thought than anything.\n\nShe caught the wood elf's chattering, but as it seemed directed toward the pair of dark elves from the caravan, she did no more than take note." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "Quickly pulling a cloak from one of the saddlebags, he quickly tossed it around the female elf as he followed the others toward the inn.\n \n\"My apologies Mistress, the weather doesn't seem to be cooperating today. We'll soon have you a room where you'll be warm, dry and fed.\" \n\nHe looked back at the rogue, who was actually being amiable. The words of the passing drow still caught him off guard slightly. And it wasn't easy making their way through the throng.\n\n \"Well, Feestor, was it? The horse is Mistresses Zarraema's,\" indicating the drow woman in the saddle. \"And so far as the cloak, I believe they would be easy to come by in this area, they seem numerous. My name is of no importance.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "The leather-clad priestess readjusted herself in the saddle and gratefully accepted the cloak, \"The weather suits my mood.\" \n\nWith a smile towards the Wood Elf, she sighed and pulled out another cloak, laying it over the male's shoulders as she leaned down from the horse, \"His name is Kelzir and it is important enough to me, Finster.\" \n\nThe words spoken to them... Freedom and Honor, friends. Perhaps it was true that others could be accepting of those from the Underdark. The Dark Maiden had enticed her away from the dark, cruelty and shown her that she did not have to live in anger, hate, and fear, but to hear other Drow express such a welcome...The hope brought a warm smile to her black face." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": "Etsia patted the horse on the neck. She was not used to riding on animals, her tribe moved by foot in the forests too thick for such transport methods. Nevertheless, she rather liked it. The horse was well kept and seemed to like the woman in armor. The druid nodded in approval.\n\nShe looked up whenever someone said anything, listening to the chatter. Most of it went right over her head, except for the comments about the weather. Served the silly much-wearers right, getting uncomfortable. The cloth would soak up the rain and stay and turn cold, where as all she needed was a fire and she would be warm again in a heartbeat. \"Shouldn't wear so much.\" She half-muttered the advice.\n\nThe horse's movement was steady and soothing and she had no trouble staying in the saddle, so she let go of her hold and leaned down a little. Soon she was braiding the horse's mane casually while listening and watching the people and the walls of the fake ant nest." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": "The would elf visably cringed and sound of his name being mispronounced, shrugged. \"It's FISTAR, \" he grumbled, \"...anyways, it seems everyone is heading towards that Inn, I say lets move in that direction, \" glancing at a weather worned sign that says \"Mithril Maul\". The wood elf briefly looked at the sky, the raindrops splattering on his face and he frowned. \"I sure hope the weather turns better, \" wiping his face with his hand, he then head down the road towards the inn, glancing at crowd as he went along with a keen eye." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": "Jessamyn led the horse silently, occasionally glancing up to check that the wild elf was still perched comfortably in the saddle. The braids that were rapidly appearing in Ghost's mane made her pale eyebrows rise, but after a moment of thought she decided they suited him.\n\nShe slicked the drizzling rain from her face with one hand and grimaced, thinking of the oiling her armor would need. Proper all-weather gear was a must. Mentally she ticked off the necessary actions: stable and see to Ghost, armor upkeep, report to the Temple, look for a cloak. Maybe have dinner somewhere in there.\n\nAfter Ghost's passenger was delivered safe to the inn, of course.\n\nShe stepped briskly along the wet road, the horse's hooves clattering in her wake." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Your trek down Mithril maul road has your eyes disbelieving the city around you. The town is still alive with activity as you move down the cobblestone road. Small children play in the raid and impede most people walking. They immediately move out of the way of your horses as you continue. The hot cobblestones steam as the cooling rain falls and makes the temperature within the city come down a few degrees almost immediately. Steam turns to fog as the clouds overhead cling to the area.\n\nYou do notice something that many of have never seen in a city this size. Color. It seems, that the townsfolk are preparing for some sort of festival. Colored parchments and fabrics are hung from storefront windows and doorways under eaves and dry from the rain. Even with the downpour, most people moving about with something to do smile at you as you pass. Alot of them give a greeting or watch you pass with a bright look on their faces. Every dark elf you pass, and you have passed at least a dozen since you entered, have all said the same thing in greeting. \"Freedom and Honor.\" As you move past, their faces kind of screw up in a confused look as you reply with nothing.\n\nYou round the corner of the intersection and see it. The Sleeping Centaur. A huge gaudy sign hangs on the 2nd story of a centaur laying on it's side with a pillow of grass, and his.....equine member out and in full view. you notice the sign has marks on it, especially near the member of the horse part of the sign. You see children throwing rocks at the sign and a few daggers are thrown at the sign, many sticking, some falling to the cobbles. A man greets you outside in brown oiled leathers and a cloak, smiling at you from under a thick brown mustach that reaches his ears.\n \"Greetings and welcome to the Sleeping Centaur. I have rooms available, both upstairs and down.\" He looks to the dark elves when he says 'down'. \"We have a stable around back and a boy who can take your horses to the stables for you. We offer the comfiest pillows this side of the Dragonreach Mountains, and a turtle stew, in the shell, to die fer!\" What say you fine nobles?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n((do me a favor, when you post, put your character's name in the top line of the post..like THIS it's like 3 or 4 posts down but you'll see it. bold and black))\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nHe smiled at the man. \"I would prefer to get out of this rain myself, and that soup sounds like a good idea. \" , Continuing to smile, he looked at the others, \"I'm sure these others would like that as well. I hope you have a nice fireplace, I really need to dry out a bit. Do you happen to know of a place close by that supplies some cloaks, to help keep the rain off? \" the wood elf continued talking not really waiting for an answer.. \"... whats with all the colors parchment and banners hanging in the window.. I'm just amazed with it all, some kind of festival? Yes?\" Fistar wiped his face, with his hand. \"I'm sure there is plenty to do in this large city. I can't wait to explore, any place in particular of interest do you know of? \" Fistar shut up, after he realized he's been running off with his mouth again." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The human smiled wide and nodded as he called for two boys to come gather up your belongings. They carefully picked up the equipment and carried it inside to what is essentially a cloak room.\n\nThe man introduces himself as Thom and tells you to go inside and get warm by the fireplace.\n\n \"Indeed the soup is grand just caught today. And as for equipment and cloaks, My brother owns the shop next door. He sells a wide aray of cloaks and weather gear, as well as oil for armor and other general goods.\" Thom points over his shoulder to the store next to his Inn which has a sign outside that says, \"The Haversack\".\n\n \"If'n you find yourselves wanting a room for a night or longer, we have the nicest rooms in this section of the city.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had hopped down from the saddle and had patted the horse once more before moving in. She ceased to listen to the wood elf's rambling after two sentences, the sound of it a constant chirping in her mind, like an excited bird in the spring. Instead she concentrated on the word 'fireplace' and snuck in to grin at the fire. She rubbed her arms and fluffed her hair, letting the warmth seep in while the little that formed her outfit dried soon enough.\n\nThen her mind recalled another important word from the human-chatter. Soup. She turned around to look at the surroundings, wondering where one fetched food in here. \"I'd like the turtle soup.\" She spoke aloud tentatively. Perhaps one of the humans would tell her what to do. Or the armored woman with the nice horse. She tried to see if she had followed her into the tavern or not." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin had started to turn Ghost toward the stable when the boys came out to collect belongings and see to the horses. As much as she preferred to see to her own steed, the boys did have a job and she felt quite drenched. She handed off the reins to a boy, along with a tip and a slight smile.\n\nLater, once she felt sufficiently dry, she resolved to come back and make sure they had done a proper job.\n\nFor now, she headed into the inn with a nod and a quiet 'thank you' to the friendly proprietor. She scrutinized the interior before drifting toward the fire, tugging idly at the cords that kept her braid-coil in place. At Etsia's comment, she glanced over and smiled slightly. \"It does sound good. I will have some as well.\"" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nLeaving the dark elves at the counter, Fistar drifted to the warmth of the fireplace. Steam rose from his wet leather armor as the heat of the fire started drying them. He glanced at the two, standing by the fire, noting the wild elf skimpy leather outfit and the half elf fiddling with her hair, standing beside her. At the comment of soup, he heard his stomach growled, he looked sheepish. \"Soup would do wonders for me right about now,\" He smiled at the two females. \"I never did catch your names, even thou I did see you in the that caravan we were traveling in. \", raising an eyebrow, \"I'm new to this city and would clearly love to have company, in exploring. \" he frowned slightly, \"Of course if you prefer to explore on your own. thats quite alright.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nTaken aback by the kind and warm greeting they were given, the priestess slipped from Kelzir's horse and followed the others into the tavern. She hoped that her companion would follow as well, but it was difficult to tell with him - he retained a good deal of his subservience from their life in the Underdark; he could very easily decide to stay with the horse. She resolved to at least bring him something warm to eat, if he did.\n\nThe growing crowd around the fire drew her attention and she moved to join them, pushing her cloak back behind her shoulders to allow the leather she wore to begin the drying process. Carefully and with as little in the way of movement as she could manage, she began to take a look around the room. Were there any other Dark Elves here? Would they answer her questions about the peculiar behavior of the others they'd met? Why, in the Dark Maiden's name, did they give both she and Kelzir odd looks when they passed and spoke their greeting of \"Freedom and Honor\"?\n\nThe others, those that she recognized from the caravan, earned a polite smile that actually traveled to her violet eyes." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe waited until his Mistress had dismounted and removed herself from the sheeting rain, it still dripped down the back of his flowing slivery hair, slicking it to the top of his head. Without a word he led the horse around to the stable area. The words that he had been greeted with were puzzling, \"Freedom and honor\", they said, what did it mean? And what was the purpose of all the colorfully splayed decorations?\n\nOnce there, he looked around to find an empty stall. The horse nickered pleasantly, finally being out of the rain. Taking the animal into a stall, he removed the wet saddle, blanket, and saddlebags to begin brushing it down. It would never do for the Mistress' mount to be unkempt. He checked the hooves for stones and burrs, and then the legs for any signs of injury. Once satisfied that the beast was in as good of shape as he could keep it, he set the simple saddle on the side of the stall to dry and spread out the blanket near it for the same purpose.\n\nHe looked around, for a stable master or boy, intent on ensuring that the mount had everything it needed. Not finding anyone in direct evidence, he walked around the stable, noting the other animals penned within, and still hoping to find the keeper or some lackey.\n\n \"Ah, there you are. I have a mount that needs tending for the night, and I'd like it well kept. Perhaps we could speak of some way to repay the task of keeping this horse well?\" he said in his rich barritone voice." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The owner stayed outside and allowed you pass into the huge warm tavern. Being this far down in the suptropical area of Faerun, you expected to be sweating outside and boiling indoors. but with this new weather, the cooling rain made it feel like the northern shores of the Sword coast. The inside of the tavern was warm and smelled of buttered bread with a hint of aged wood in the background. Thick heavy wood beams held the 2nd floor up and thick pillars made the room split into different sections.\n\nA huge bar ran down the length of the west wall to your right. Ahead of you were dozens of tables and the room was thick with patrons. Along the east wall to your left was a wide straight staircase that rose up and disapeared into the ceiling above. You could see an archway under the uppermost part of the staircase, heading the opposite way down to the surmsed basement.\nA long wide stage covered the back south wall with two private booths on either side of it. a door in the far right corner swung back and forth as wenches and servers brought steaming plates of food out. In the center of the room was a round fireplace, with it's chimney also dissapearing upstairs into the floor above. a seating bench skirted around the entire fireplace, and many of the bricks were covered with boots drying near the fire.\nThe scent of buttered bread and the spiced turtle soup hits your nose and almost immediately makes your mouth begin to water. the private booth to the right of the stage is empty (away from the fire), and three of the tables near the fire have room with no one sitting at them.\n\nEtsia:\n \n Spoiler \n\nA woman walks by with three turtle shells upside down on a tray with three huge mugs of foaming ale. she looks down to youwith a sincere smile. \"If'n ye want soup, grab a table and i'll be right over, miss.\" She gives a wink and moves off to deliver the food and drinks to a table.\n\nYou notice a large wolf, with glossy grey fur, laying at the feet of a dark elf who is sitting at a table with 4 others. The female dark elf is eating and dropping bits of turkey or some meat to the wolf who is taking it gingerly from her hand. The wolf looks over at you with huge yellow eyes, then looks back up to his owner awaiting another handout.\n \n\n\nJessamyn\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe boys take your belongings and move them inside. The one elder lad took the reigns you offered and the coin and his eyes go wide but tries to hide it. \"T-Thank ye M'Lady.\" he stammers. \"I will make sure me uncle takes good care of yer steed. He has a pampered stall for noble horses i'll make sure he puts her there and only gets the best oats.\" The boy slowly leads your horse around back and you can hear him shout joy at the gold coin when he's out of eyeshot.\n\nOnce inside see above. You move beside the wild elf female who is busy drying herself near the fire. A woman walks by with three turtle shells upside down on a tray with three huge mugs of foaming ale. she looks down to the wild elf with a sincere smile. \"If'n ye want soup, grab a table and i'll be right over, miss.\" She gives a wink and moves off to deliver the food and drinks to a table.\n \n\n\nFistar\n \n Spoiler \n\nBefore you head indoors, the Owner outside stops you and tells you. \" The festival is Summer's Blessing. It's our seasonal welcoming of summer and the marking of Gothmoor's Allegiance with the Wild Elves of Mhair. Lots of celebratin' ta be had. Go on in. Enjoy yerself, MLord.\" \n\nOnce inside..See above. You move to the center of the room, near the fire and find a table next to it with open chairs. You sit down and let the warmth of the fire begin to dry your oiled armor and your damp hair. The small wild elf says something about soup, and A woman walks by with three turtle shells upside down on a tray with three huge mugs of foaming ale. she looks down to the wild elf with a sincere smile. \"If'n ye want soup, grab a table and i'll be right over, miss.\" She gives a wink and moves off to deliver the food and drinks to a table.\n \n\n\nZarraema\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou slide off your horse and a small boy barely 12 in human years moves up to silently take the reigns. He keeps his head down and bows at the waist, as if known of Dark Elves his whole life. He silently looks to his father the owner, who nods to the boy. The lad slowly followed the male dark elf around the corner without a word and escorted him to the stables.\n\nYou move inside..see above. You find that there are indeed dark elves in this establishment. Many dark elves. Those in armor, those in silks and those in simple muslin. Sitting with humans, half orcs and even a few elves. there is a table closest to the right rear private booth with a group of heavily armored dark elves, males and females, drinking wine and mead and eyeing you back without trying to hide it. Their face, strangely is not the smiles that you have found riding here or even on the faces of the other dark elves in the tavern. They seem to remind you of a table of nobles from the Underdark.\n\nOne of the males at the table smirks out the side of his mouth as the female next to him whispers something to him and he raises his glass of wine at you and his smirk is joined with a nod of his head.\n \n\n\nZelkir\n \n Spoiler \n\nOnce Zarraema dismounted, a small boy barely 12 in human years moves up to silently take the reigns. He keeps his head down and bows at the waist, as if known of Dark Elves his whole life. He silently looks to his father the owner, who nods to the boy. Seeing you approach and take the reigns, he removes his hand from them. The lad silently motions to the street and around the corner and silently walks with you around the corner without a word and escorts you to the stables.\n\nOnce at the stable, the boy dissapears and allows you to stable her horse without aid. You seem to look around and before your statement is finished, the silent tow-headed boy is standing in front of you looking at your shoes.\n\nA large man, almost the owner's twin out front of the inn, walks up and is wiping his hands off. \"Good Summer's Blessing to you, Noble sir. The name is Jake. I'll take good care of your horse, no need in threats or any type of warning, because i'll protect your horse as if it was the King of Gothmoor's personal Mare.\" His disarming smile did not fit on his huge frame, but you could tell he had some years adventuring under his belt. His hand went and petted the fine horse, and Zarraema's horse leaned over and nuzzled the man's chest and under his chin. A slight whinney from the horse make the man chuckle. He turned his brown eyes to you as did the horse and he smiled again. \"She says you've come a long distance. I'll see to her. Allow my brother to see to you...\" He turned to the horse for a moment then back to you. \"..and your female companion.\" Jake moved the mare into a stall and more directed her than lead her. The horse turned to the side and Jake began taking the saddle off and brushing the horse.\n\nThe blonde headed boy looked up at you for a second and still stood by your side motioning back to the inn.\n \n\n\nmap coming[/COLOR]" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n \"I thank you sir in place of my Mistress, for your kindness to my Mistress' horse,\" he replied. \"From the looks of things here, she'll be well cared for.\" \n\nHe looked at the young boy as he picked up the saddlebags, and bowed to the stable master. Back into the rain, he walked around the building and bowed to the proprietor as well before entering. Once inside he scanned the interior for his Mistress and slipped his way through to her side.\n\n \"Mistress, your horse is being tended, and shall be well cared for,\" he stated quietly with his head bowed." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nWarily, though with a pleasant smile, the Priestess returned the nod and turned to find one of the more jovial Dark Elves; the others could wait for a kind greeting until she'd learned what she needed to know.\n\nThe first, smiling Dark Elf she located would be met with a barrage of gently-formed questions ranging from inquiries to their \"Freedom and Honor\" greeting, to the colorful decorations, to even the differing behavior of those in the booth. The behavior of the ones in the booth unsettled her and she could feel the Dark Maiden bidding her to greet them kindly and offer them Her teachings of hope.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGather Information for Zarraema:\n (1d20)[ 2 ](2) \n \n\n\nKelzir's return gave her another smile, \"Thank you, Kelzir, please get warm and find yourself something to eat?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "KELZIR\n\n \"As you wish, Mistress.\" \n\nHe made his way through the interior carefully, seeking the kitchen entrance. As he moved, he listened to the various conversations that he passed. Trying to judge the general attitude of the patrons, in case his Mistress called on him to entertain. It wouldn't do to tell a story or sing a song that may put her in jeopardy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKelzir listening to various conversations\nListen Check: (1d20+4)[ 3 ](7) \n \n\n\nHe stopped at the door of the kitchen, knocking on the frame to get the attention of somebody inside. The hustle and bustle of gathering meals for people would normally have been a loud cacophony. But his trained ears could hear subtle changes and it made a somewhat happy music to him.\n\n \"My Mistress wishes two bowls of this famed Turtle Soup,\" he let his voice carry over the interior din. \"No need to serve, I'll take them to her myself.\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Zarraema\n\nYou move across to a table and sit down next to a pair of male dark elves who promptly greet you , \"Freedom and Honor\". They look at you strangely as the greeting seems to further confuse you.\n\n \"You seem out of sorts M'Lady. Are you new to Gothmoor?\" The goateed warror asks, slightly cocking his head, examining you now fully, checking for insignias or house symbols. He then turns to the other Dark Elf at the table.\n\nThe smooth faced one in robes seemed to inspect you visually and take a long sip from his goblet of wine. He placed the goblet down and swallowed slowly, matching you eye to eye as he pondered his question before asking it.\n \"My name is Rek'lyr. Rek'lyr of House Gothmoor if that statement suits you better. You are a priestess. Which god or goddess do you pray to?\" The question seemed so basic to him, as if living in the underdark or under the regiem of the Spider queen was never known to this male." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia tilted her head, watching the wolf for a moment. It looked well cared for and she nodded a little in approval. She looked up at the tall woman in armor again, remembering soup.\n\n\"Grab a table?\" Her tone suggested that although she had figured out what it meant from the context, she found the image amusing. She gave the woman a little smile, perhaps an invitation to join her in grabbing the said table and then took a few steps and paused. Fistar's words finally registered from the screen of chirping and she blinked up at him.\n\n\"I'm Etsia.\" She answered the one question clear to her amidst the forest of words. She paused and frowned a little, trying to remember what else he had said, then nodded. \"I want to find the library. But first soup.\" And with that she walked to an empty table closest to the people with the wolf and sat down, dangling her feet that didn't quite reach the floor from the human sized chair." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n \"I hadn't heard of this place until my companion and I were hired to guard a convoy, so, quite new, yes. Rek'lyr, The Dark Maiden, Eilistraee, guides my steps and has shown me a gentler path than my feet once followed.\"\n\n\"What is it that your companions mean when they greet Kelzir and I with \"Freedom and Honor\"? The greeting is foreign to me, though I find that I'm growing more fond of it.\" \n\nHer expression lightened and warmed quite a bit as she spoke with them, growing more comfortable at their disposition." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"I want to find the library. But first soup.\" \n \"Ahh someone who is short and to the point, \" looking gleefully at the wild elf, \" Don't mind me, Etsia.\" sitting down on the chair next to the wild elf, \"I've been told that I talk enough for two people. \" , he chuckled then smiled. Fistar looked around the establisment, noting the wolf aprehensivily and its supposedly owners. He then waved his hand at a passing server, \"Could we get some of that fine turtle soup?\" , looking briefly at the wild elf, \" And probably a pitcher of water, and some wine as well if you could. \" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin followed Etsia to the table, gaze flicking over the crowd and resting on Fistar as he approached. She pulled out a chair as the tiny druid spoke but did not sit yet, still regarding the chatty wood elf. As he plunked himself down at the table, she gave a little sigh and settled into her seat as well, reaching back to start unwrapping her braid from its coil.\n\n\"My name is Jessamyn Starwater,\" she said into the brief lull in his chatter. \"And though I am not here to explore, I would be happy to show you the Temple of Torm within Gothmoor. Once I find it myself.\"" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Kelzir\n \n Spoiler \nThe same woman who stopped my the wild elf pops out of the kitchen as you knock on the door frame. He is holding a tray of five turtle sheels upside down, steaming hot with soup and the best smell you've ever smelt. A group of five glases and a bottle of wine also sits on her tray.\n \"This be fer you and yer party. If'n ye want to take this off my hands, feel free. Jus' bring the tray back, 'kay luv?\" \nShe hands you the heavy wood tray and wipes her hands on her apron.\n \n\n\nZarraema\n \n Spoiler \n \"Ah-ha, The Moon Maiden is greatly revered here in Gothmoor.\" Rek'lyr says rubbing his chin. He looks to his silent friend and he slightly nods. Rek'lyr looked back to Zarraema and smiles. \"In case you haven't noticed, None of the Bitch Queen's spiders dare set foot in the blessed City of Shadows. Her son and the Moon maiden are two of the many Gods and Goddesses that Gothmoor Dark Elves have found a home with. The city itself has no Houses to speak of. There is but only one house. House Gothmoor.\" Rek'lyr takes a moment to sip his wine, licks his lips before continuing. His eyes never leaves yours.\n \"As for the greeting? Get used to saying it. All dark elves who left the Bug Queen's underground hiding hole, and sought a new life on the surface, find their way here. Those who did, cherish two things most in their new life here....\" \n\nThe other dark elf whispers aloud, looking off into space, almost lost in bad memories. \".....Freedom....and Honor.\" \n\nRek'lyr looks back to you with a smile , seeing you now understand. \"I take it you didn't give the greeting back to any dark elf who said it to you. This is the quickest way to find clerics of the Dirt Queen's clergy. If you do not repeat the greeting to a dark elf who offers it first, you commit as great an offense as slapping a noble in public...from old times. I would...suggest not toying with the idea of refusing the greeting. I could get...ugly.\" Rek'lyr tries to find the nicest way to say the warning without offending and yet, not being too vague.\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "A puzzled look crossed his face as the woman handed him the tray. The five bowls were much more than he intended to ask for, and certainly more than either he or his Mistress could possibly eat. Why ever had she handed him so many bowls?\n\n\"You and your party,\" she'd said.\n\nHe thought about it as his head tilted to one side for a moment. Could she possibly mean the mountain of metal, the scrawny twig and parrot? They had entered at nearly the same time. With a sigh, he maneuvered through the inhabitants to where some of the others had sat.\n\nFirst the bowl to his Mistress, an eyebrow twitched in curiosity, \"Mistress, it's still warm.\"\n\nHe then took the other bowls to where the rest of the group had plopped themselves down. Eyes cast down, he placed the bowls in front of the armored woman, druidess, and rogue. Then with a sigh, he returned to the table with the dark elves.\n\n \"My apologies, Mistress, it seems that I miscounted. I shall fetch another bowl for the last of your collegues.\" As he sat the last bowl down before the robed dark elf. Then turning with the empty tray back toward the kitchens." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " \"Wait, Kelzir...\" The priestess eyed her bowl for a moment, enjoying the soup's smell and imagining how delightful it must taste, \"I find that I'm not nearly so hungry. Please, sit and have mine, I'm sure the others are fine.\" \n\nShe turned her attention back to Rek'lyr as she pushed the bowl in the direction of her male companion, \"Freedom and Honor, then. And, I can see how such things would be prized beyond life itself. I shall have to apologize if I meet one of those who offered the greeting before and received nothing in return.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar's green eye's followed the Kelzir form, after he placed the bowls in front of him and the other's. \"Quiet fella that one as well, \" Picking up a spoon, he commenced to eat the piping hot soup, almost burning his lips.\n\nHe placed the spoon down, and reached for the bottle of wine and glasses, He poured out the wine in each of the glasses and placing them in front of the two. \" There ya go, It seems tho that they forgot the water. \" he shrugged, \"Ohh well, wine is good for you, I always say, adds some flavour to your life. \" \n\nSmiling happily, he picked up the spoon, stirring the soup briefly and tasting it carefully this time as not to burn his mouth, \"Mmmm very good soup. Best I've ever had.\" Fistar glanced around the room noting the occupants and seeing what kind of gold was flowing around.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSpot:\n[rollv]1d20+1[/rollv]\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: for rich merchant\n (1d20+1)[ 8 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"Thank you,\" said the paladin as the dark elf set a bowl before her, though her gaze followed him in puzzlement as she tried to figure out why he was delivering them instead of a tavern employee. The circumstances in this town were undoubtedly strange.\n\nShe watched him return to the female drow, at the table with all of the others. The big clusters of dark elves made her uneasy, but they did not seem to be doing anything nefarious...\n\nSo many questions for when she found the Temple.\n\nShe removed her gauntlets and set them aside, watching through the steam of her soup as Fistar merrily scalded himself. At the offer of wine, she held up a callused hand and shook her head. \"Apologies. I do not drink.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"I drink.\" Etsia nodded determinedly and sipped the wine. It wasn't the berry wine she was used to, but good enough. The soup smelled very good and she set the glass down to take the spoon instead. Very soon she found out that the soup also tasted very good and she ate with great appetite, dangling her legs merrily as the warmth, food and drink greatly improved her state of mind." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n \"Of course Mistress, your generosity to my humble self is boundless. I have already tasted your meal, and I assure you there is nothing untoward within it. Perhaps if Mistress would but take a small sampling, she would find her appetite returned. But first I must return the tray and acquire a bowl for your other distinguished partner. My deepest apologies, Mistress for not having the intelligence and foresight to bring more bowls.\" \n\nHe bowed deeply to Zarraema, then the other two drow at the table before once again moving through the patrons. Again at the kitchen door, he utilized the means from his own experience and held up two fingers. Then while he listened to the noises of the room, he hummed to himself and patiently awaited two more bowls to appear.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check: (1d20+4)[ 16 ](20) For general attitude of the inn.\nLocal History check: (1d20+2)[ 18 ](20) To gage if there's a specific type of music that would be offensive.\nPerform check: (1d20+4)[ 15 ](19) While humming to himself.\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nThe Priestess sighed and pulled the turtle shell bowl back to herself as she lowers her voice to one she hopes is only overheard by the two at her table, \"Please forgive Kelzir's zeal, old habits are difficult to break.\" \n\nWith that, she lowered her head, whispering a quiet blessing over the meal, and waited for a response and Kelzir's return - she resolved to eat only when he had a bowl of his own." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Fistar:\n \n Spoiler \n You don't see anything out of the ordinary, except for the random groups of dark elves in a bar chatting and smiling with humans and half orcs.Strange times indeed. You do notice that no one goes near the small private booth to the left of the stage. You do spot the server girl get stopped by one of the wolf-tabled dark elves as he hopped up and stopped her, taking the tray from her and himself, turning and stepping into the curtained booth.\n \n\n\nKELZIR\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe general attitude in the inn is actually...merry. laughter can be heard over the general din of the taproom. chuckling and shouting humorous comments. The room is in a good mood, even with the weather outside. You happen to walk by a pair of seated darkelven males, one is quietly humming a familiar tune of a battle song of glory, non religious, that you know from down below. The male hears you humming and smiles to you through the humming. The other looks to you and says \"Freedom and Honor\" as you pass by.\n\nThe server girl is standing and watching you return with her tray, holding two more turtle soup shells. She looks to you quizzically. \"Um...the 5 bowls were fer your table. These two be fer those men. But..eh, a bowl is a bowl is a bowl. Here, enjoy.\" She turns to head back into the kitchen and then spins around again. \"Oi! if'n yer gonna sit with them, and not those ya entered with...shall I break apart the bill and put you and the lady with those men's?\" \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "He nodded to the two drow, having heard snippets of the conversation the two with his Mistress had said. Smiling amiably as the words left his mouth. He after all didn't want to cause his Mistress any more trouble than he already had.\n\n \"Freedom and Honor,\" was his quiet reply. He considered it odd as he continued to the kitchen. Honor was something he understood. People lived and died by and for honor every day, even in serving his Mistress there was honor, perhaps a little more, but still there was honor in it.\n\nFreedom, however, was baffling. What exactly was freedom? What did it mean? He'd heard the word and understood how it was defined, but he'd never known such a thing. It was a hollow word to him, something only to be repeated in litany to ensure his Mistress was untroubled.\n\nHe set the tray down before taking the two bowls, looking upward slightly to smile in return. Another large woman in comparison to his smallish frame. He looked slightly troubled at her remarks, unsure of how to reply at first.\n\n \"That is for my Mistress to decide. I was not told of arrangement of payment for the meal, and was unaware that those who had also entered were considered with us. I shall inform her immediately and see to the desires of the Mistress' convenience.\" \n\nWith that, he once again crossed the room to place one bowl in front of the other dark elf, careful not to spill it. Then adopted his typical station slightly behind her and to the left. Soup still in hand he leaned down to speak quietly in Zarraema's ear.\n\n \"Mistress, there seems to be a confusion as to the dispensation of the bill for the meal. They wish to know if we're to split the bill with those we'd entered with or perhaps with your two esteemed guests. Forgive me, for your humble slave did not have the proper answer to this question.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nThe whispered words caused her eyes to widen in surprise, not because of the bill, but because she had not thought of Kelzir as a slave since their escape from the Underdark - if anything, she considered him a close friend and her savior. Did he truly continue at her side because he thought she owned him, still?\n\nPraying that neither of her companions heard the comment, she did her best to recover from the shock and shook her head, \"I will take care of it, Kelzir. Please, sit and eat? Warm yourself and rest from the journey.\" \n Dear Lady, forgive me for keeping him against his will, if he still believes I am his owner... was her only thought as she carefully rose to see about the bill." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n\n(all barstools are taken except the one closest to the door)\n\ntable 1: Three dark elves M,M,F;two humans m,m\ntable 2: Empty\ntable 3: Your party\ntable 4: three dwarvesm,m;two halflings F,F\ntable 5: four male Elves\ntable 6: empty\ntable 7: Rek'lyr and his friend and Zarraema\ntable 8: Two elves M,F; two humans M,M = armed & armored\ntable 9: Three Halfing males, one elf robed and one human female\ntable 10: Four dark elves M,M,F,F\ntable 11: 5 humans 4 male,1 female = lightly Armored\ntable 12: Empty\ntable 13: Empty\nTable 14: The five dark elves fully armored, with the wolf.\nBooth 15: Empty\nBooth 16: Curtains drawn, very very occupied." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar study the curtain briefly to see if he can perchance glimpse the occupants as the curtain shifted when the Dark elf delivered the tray. He sat back and reached for his wine glass, taking a sip of it.\n\n \"Well, so there is a Festival of Summer's Blessing happening, I bet the city will become even more crowded,\" His eyes gleamed with anticipation.\n\nHe placed the wine glass back on the table, and finished up the turtle soup, Between mouthfuls of the soup, he chatted about how he found himself with the caravan and a bit about the baron's daughter, which sounds a bit outrageous, to anyone who was listening. As he talked he noticed Zarraema and Kelzir talking to the other Dark elves.\n\nSoon he finished his soup, and glancing up a the two at the table he palmed the spoon and placed it into his pocket. \"So what do you want at the Temple? Can't be much happening there except may a bunch of clerics exponding the god of Torm.\" The wood elf thought a moment, \"Well, personally I would like to rent a room then look around the city, possibly buy that cloak, to keep the rain off. Maybe we should make a trip together, and possibly find that library that Etsia as well. \" Glancing at the dark elves briefly again and motioning with his head, \"I don't know what those two are up to, or if they may even be interested. Ahh well each to there own.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSpot: Curtain movement to glimpse within.\n\n (1d20+1)[ 1 ](2) \n\nslight of hand: Palming spoon\n\n (1d20+7)[ 2 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "As you all sit at the table, Kelzir and Zarraema sitting with other dark elves , and chatting, A tall, slender high elf walks up to your table near the fire.\n \"Excuse me miss, Did you ask for directions to a library?\" The elff spoke and his voice sounded like whind chimes in the distance as he almost sung each word. His long straight gold hair was braided several places and held with silver endcaps, and his face held a pure perfect shape with small intricate tattoos of gold, barely visible on his cheeks. His long straight white and grey robe had many designs over it's surface, intricate weavings of gold ornamental frames around a silver or mithril gauntlet in several places.\n\nHe waited for a moment and took a free seat at the table, between the wild elf and the paladin, nodding once to the holy warrior. He smoothed his robes out as he sat, and you hear the faint sound of chain links adjust themselves under the robe. His big gold eyes look at the wild elf and he smiles.\n \"You spoke earier of wanting a Library, this is correct?\" He looks around the table, offering a slight nod to Fistar as well. \"This town is full of books. There are hundreds of libraries, both private and public. Many offer a small cross- section of topics, but if you're looking for the largest library in this ward, that is open to the public, it would be in the Temple of Torm, not 2 blocks from this spot. One block east and one block south, it will be on your left.\" The elf smile to her, happy he could be of service.\n\n\nFistar: \n Spoiler \n\nYou have been watching the curtains for awhile, out of the corner of your eye and whenever the curtains do open to allow people in or out from the table below it, all you can see is darkness. At one time you thought you saw a person, but it was blurred, and colorless (like a black and white tv picture)\n\nAs you palm the length of the spoon and slide it up your sleeve, you casually look around the taproom, and the table near the curtained booth, the one with the heavily armored dark elves and the wolf, a female with a few badges on her plate mail looks to you and slightly shakes her head.. \"no\". \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar frowned slightly, catching the eye of the dark elf, then put a look of innocence onto his face as he shook his hand and the spoon slide out from within his sleeves and clattered to the table top. \" Now how did that get in there, \" he softly exclaimed under his breath. He carefully placed the spoon into the empty bowl, watching it very carefully as if it will move again.\n\nGlancing up at the elf who had joined them at the table, \"Ahh well that solves the problem of splitting up, then. We can all head over to this Temple , \" He grinned." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": "Etsia watched the shiny elf seriously as he approached and offered his information. She tilted her head and narrowed her green eyes a little, watching him like a particularly solemn little hawk, from the shoes all the way to the golden locks.\n\n \"Thank you.\" She nodded once. The advice sounded good, especially since the tall lady was apparently going to this temple as well. \"I need to find an animal.\" She offered a piece of information of her own in return as a trade. \"Maybe the books say where the animal lives.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSense Motive on the Shiny Elf.\n Sense Motive - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The gold elf seems honest and trustworthy as he stands, straightening his robes as the high elves tend to do. His golden eyes look to you and his sharp features smooth as he smiles to you.\n\n \"It is my pleasure to support my own library, My Lady of the wild.\" He bows slightly, half not having the room for a full bow and mainly not wanting to wrinkle his clothes.\n\nHe looks to Etsia as she explains her reason for the library. His head tilts a bit and he smiles agian. \" It sounds as if your life has purpose and a goal to reach. I wish you luck in your endeavors. Once you arrive in the temple, please tell them Priest Sendilvahl sent you. You should be given access to the full library then. You have a pure soul, little one. I wish you and your friends luck on your travels.\" He nods deeply once and turns and returns to his table." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nSeeming apparent that their companions had not overheard Kelzir speak his former title, the priestess let out a slow, calming breath and headed toward the kitchens to handle supper's cost. Since it was a point of contention, she would simply handle the cost of all seven meals; one small kindness she could give the three that seem to have become attached to them - at least in perceived association - and to the two who had graciously answered her questions - and to Kelzir... to Kelzir she owed more than a meal.\n\nNow...where was that serving woman?\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch for Zarraema:\n (1d20)[ 4 ](4) \n(NOTE: I am guessing on what to roll...sorry <sheepish newbie grin>)\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin smiled and bowed to the high elf, recognizing the gauntlet-pattern interwoven throughout his garment. A murmured \"Holy Champion\" was her greeting to him, as she could not discern his exact rank from the vestments. She did not interrupt his discussion with Etsia, though did set down her spoon--it would be impolite to continue eating at such a point. As he left, the young paladin again bowed her head respectfully.\n\nAfterward she smiled at Etsia, almost beaming. \"Good news indeed, that we are going the same way. With the Holy Champion's permission given, the Temple will certainly do its very best to assist you.\" \n\nTurning her attention briefly to Fistar, she noted without rancor, \"You see that there is plenty to be found at the holy temple, for faithful and visitors alike. We serve the good of the people.\" \n \n Spoiler \n((Just an OOC comment: Holy Champion was the most generic Tormite priest title I found. If it's wrong...pretend she said something else? >.>))\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar nodded to Jessamyn and smiled. \"Well that's all and good, best to have an idea of where we want to go, Yes?\" He grinned at Etsia, \"I see you have something to look for in the library. Anyways, I guess we should pay for our food and find a place to store our gear, unless you feel comfortable carrying it around on your back. I certainly don't at the moment. \" \n\nFistar looked around, the tavern trying to spot the owner, or that server.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Rek'lyr sips his soup and scrunches his nose, never liking the taste of these shelled lizards. His red eyes look over to his silent friend, who has almost completely swallowed the entirty of his steaming hot bowl, not with a barbarian's rudeness, but of an elegant noble that was hungry. He looks up from wiping a bit of rye bread around the inside of the turtle shell and smirks before continueing wiping his shell bowl clean.\n\nRek'lyr looks back to you, Zarraema, and he wipes a bit of turtle soup that splashed onto his sleeve. \"One last thing before you leave my table, surface newling.\" His yellow eyes look up at her sharply and his voice lowers to barely her ears and when her slave is not at the table. His ally at his side allows his non bread wielding hand to slip underneath the table as Rek'lyr talks.\n \n Spoiler \n \n\"Those pales you entered with... If you trust them, Stay close to them. See them not as you would slaves from the underdark, but as allies that can watch your back and not stick a knife in it. Gothmoor is full of dark elves who left the Bug Queen's yolk behind, but many of them still hold their underhanded strive for dominance. Trust is rare with our peoples as it is. But on the surface, some will try to use your new trust to drive that hidden knife in your back. Stay alert, Moon Dancer. Keep those who you trust close until you acclimate yourself to the wild ways of the surface. Knights of the Shadow Dragon can be trusted, but few others.\" \n \n He looks over to the table with the wolf at the lady's leg, the fully armored crew that seem to protect the shadowy few in the booth near them. All of them wearing badges of black detailess dragons on their breastplate. Still wishpering, but a bit more feral in his tone, Rek'lyr speaks low again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\" Now, to show you what I mean... Fly back to your pale friends, Priestess, so I may finish my meal without you at my table.\" His head dips lower, eyeing you from under his white brow as he fingers a ring on his middle finger. It is covered in mystic runes of a sorcerer's hand. You notice his silent friend has since broughts his hand back up to the table and laid a dagger in front of his body, but moved his hand off the handle, also eyeing you.\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema \n\nThe new information unsettled her - she placed a hand on Kelzir's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear, \"Kelzir, would you do me the pleasure of moving to the table with those we entered with? Please inform them that I will attend to the bill and would like to speak with them. ...but be cautious. Something is amiss.\" \n\nWith that, she dipped her head to both other Dark Elves and moved from the table, again, in search of the serving woman - time to take care of seven full meals...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDo I need to roll spot again? If so...\nSpot the Serving Wench for Zarraema:\n (1d20)[ 10 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "The appearance of weapons, and lowered voices hadn't escaped the keen ears of the bard. He did as his Mistress bid him and moved without any apparent concern to the table with the others. His eyes scanning everything quickly, looking for any indication that his Mistress might be in any danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot [rollv] 1d20+2 [/rollv]\nSense Motive [rollv] 1d20+2 [/rollv]\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 2 ](4) \nSense Motive: (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) \n\nMe and my insistant use of spaces. sighs\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf scanned the tavern from the table and was about to get up to see about paying, or even skipping out on the tab and letting these fine people here pay. Its the least that they could do for him. After all did he not help find the Inn and table for them. He then saw the dark elf approach them, Fistar jumped up out of his chair, almost knocking it over backwards.\n\n \"Kelzir, my man why don't you take a seat right here, I'm glad you finally decide to join us. \" Fistar looked eagerily at him for a moment. \"These two here,\" he looked at the wild elf and half elf paladin. \".. aren't that talkative. I'm not entirely sure why.. it seems that I'm always doing all the talking. \" and without seeming to take a breath he launched into a question, \"Hey, what brought you up to the surface anyways, got tired of being a slave? Yes?\" Fistar then proceded to set his chair right again." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia raised an eyebrow, watching the exchange quietly. It took a formidable amount of concentration to comprehend what the chattery elf was saying. It was so tempting to just tune out and allow his chirping fade into a background noise.\n\n \"I'm not leaving my things here. But I don't carry or wear much.\" She offered her comment calmly, mainly at the now-finished soup bowl. She took another sip of the wine and turned to look at the dark elf. \" You brought the soups. Do we give coins to you? Can we then go to the library?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "He looked at the talkative one, declining to take the seat while he sipped at the soup as his Mistress requested. He looked from one to another. Before answering.\n\n \"Perhaps because they chose to listen, more,\" came the answer to the first query. \"And the Mistress has come because the Mistress needed to leave the depths. I was required to follow in order to continue to serve Mistress Zarraema, because that is what I do. I am and always will be her slave.\" \n\nNo malice was held in the deep, musical voice, merely statement of the way things were, and possibly something else. He lifted his chin slightly, allowing the light to glint off the collar around his neck. He then turned his head toward the wild elf, his eyes lowering once again in the process.\n\n \"Mistress has gone to see to such things, it is not for such as I to make decisions as these, Miss,\" his voice turning a cautious note, making obvious effort not to offend." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin's green eyes narrowed as the dark elf showed his collar, and she set the spoon down in the turtle-shell bowl slowly.\n\nFor the moment, she latched onto the other comment.\n\n \"Your female companion--\" No intention of letting the word 'Mistress' cross her lips in this context. \"--has gone to pay for our food?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "Kelzir's shoulders tensed slightly as the armored woman's ire came through clearly. He didn't move or shift away, fully expecting to feel and hear the ring of the metal she wore on her hands come into harsh contact with him. He bowed, while avoiding meeting her gaze with his own.\n\n \"I would not presume to speak for Mistress Zarraema. But it did seem that was possibly her most generous intent.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"I'll have to speak with her, then.\" \n\nThe paladin stood slowly. Her gauntlets were off -- set on the table beside the bowl -- but the rest of her armor was still quite in place. The large sword in its sheath leaned against the table where she had braced it after slinging it off, and she made no move to take it up just yet.\n\nThough her eyes might have shown the flash of emotion, her face was smooth as a mask. Her gaze slid from Kelzir to track down the drow female, trying to pick out which one she was from the crowd of unfamiliar drow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot (1d20+3)[ 19 ](22) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf looked at the two standing and then shrugged. He thought briefly on what Kelzir had said about listening briefly then waved it off with a smirk. \"Well if the bill is going to be taken care of, I'll go see about accomadations, then maybe we can head to that library or temple, \" nodding briefly to the paladin and druid.\n\nSpotting the bartender, Fistar stood up and walked over to him, \"Say, \" addressing the bartender, \" We need some accomadations, \" nodding briefly back to the table. \"...any chance there are rooms still available? Considering that this festival is going on, I hope that there are some. \" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nOblivious to the conversation between her friend and the pale strangers, she finally managed to locate the serving wench and settle, at least, the price for the meals. Three pale strangers, two dark elven strangers, Kelzir, and herself. A quiet relief that there would be more than enough in her coin purse accompanied the counting out of the coins and an honest word of thanks to the woman for the warm food.\n\nCompletely unaware that the Paladin was even away from the table, she had begun to think of how she was going to convince the three pale strangers to allow them to accompany them, as Rek'lir had suggested. They'd seemed at, at least, agreeable. ...and then, the task of apologizing to Kelzir. How could she ask his forgiveness for all that she'd done before the Dark Maiden had shown her a different way ... and all that she had not done since their escape? She mentally berated herself, how could you just assume that he would know of his freedom? How could you not see that he still considered himself a slave? Dear Maiden, forgive my arrogant assumptions and the ways of my old life. She mouthed the final words with her thoughts, though gave them no actual volume." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin's approach was not stealthy -- armored boots have a way of heralding such things, and Jessamyn also moved in from an angle rather than coming up directly behind Zarraema. It seemed prudent, after all.\n\n \"Excuse me,\" she said toward the drow woman as she saw the serving wench head off with payment, \"I was told that you paid for our meals? Fistar, Etsia and myself...\" \n\nHer ungloved hands went to the coin pouch tied at her belt, unworking the cords that kept it closed as she continued, \"How much was our part? I would like to repay it. Oh...and I'm Jessamyn, by the way. Jessamyn Starwater, of Torm.\" \n\nThough her words were polite, even pleasant, her green gaze stayed unwaveringly fixed to Zarraema's face throughout." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nViolet eyes blinked back at the Paladin. She still had not become accustomed to anyone questioning her decisions or even offering a kindness in return for a kindness. With a faint, but honest smile, she responded in what she hoped was an appropriate manner, \"Jessamyn of Torm, it is the least that I was able to do, considering that you have allowed my companion to sit at your table, unmolested. It is also a ... quiet way to apologize, as you seem to have become associated with Kelzir and I without your first accepting it. ...please, don't deny the kindness I was able to show?\" \n\nThe words were difficult to find, even though she meant them in all honesty. Those on the surface had no concept of the cruelty a soul was capable of and no idea the methods of survival necessary to survive in the daily dangers of the darkness. ...just as she and Kelzir had little idea of how to survive the day-to-day, simple encounters on the surface." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin considered this for a moment, then nodded shortly and re-knotted the ties of the coin-pouch. \"As you request. But we have been associated since the caravan, though not formally and through necessity. It requires no apology.\" \n\nAnother keen look upon the dark elf, though nothing changed in Jessamyn's expression. Without preamble, but in a low tone to show she does not intend this part of the discussion to be public, she said, \"You call Kelzir your companion, but he calls himself something quite different. Why is this?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive (1d20+5)[ 1 ](6) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " \n Spoiler \n((facepalm And I roll a 1. This can't end well.))\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe priestess' smile dropped, though her eyes continued to meet the tall paladin's. Inward torment at her continued mistake played through her mind and possibly across her face. For a moment, she considered telling the Paladin that it was not her business, and worried that she may have some ulterior motive. Old suspicions blossomed in her mind...and then she caught herself and lowered her own voice to the same tone as Jessamyn's, \"I .. made a terrible error when Kelzir and I came to the surface. What I hoped was freedom for the both of us, seems to have become a continued service for him. ...I had thought that he understood, Dark Maiden forgive me, but he does not, and I have failed him in that. I owe him my life.\" \n\nWould the tall woman believe her? It didn't matter, so long as she was able to beg Kelzir's forgiveness...and then, Eilistraee's." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin did not believe her...not at all, really. However, Jessamyn knew little enough about the dark elves, and this was not the place to discuss such things further. Gothmoor was too strange a city so far; the Temple of Torm would guide her, but until then she would not act on any problems that were less than crystal-clear.\n\nInstead, she gave the drow woman a curt nod. \"If you say. You plan to join us?\" She gestured slightly toward the table where the others were gathered, still never taking her eyes off Zarraema. \"We might as well sit, if so.\" \n\nShe half-turned and gestured for Zarraema to follow, then headed back to the table whether the drow did so or not.\n\nIt was not a welcome, certainly not acceptance, but the paladin was willing to tolerate this... After all, the question still needed a definite answer, and she was prepared to wait and witness it." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe watched in horror as the armored woman moved in the direction of his Mistress. His hand moved toward one of his daggers as his horror doubled, that he'd caused her any trouble at all. But, he would be prepared to defend her from the amazon. His hand twitched slightly and he visibly winced, the years of conditioning flooding back to him.\n\nHe couldn't make out their voices over the noise of the inn. So he watched the movement of their mouths. Trying to make out the words being said and know if his life would be forfeit in the next few seconds.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot roll .. trying to read lips (1d20+2)[ 14 ](16) \nSense Motive .. is the amazon going to hurt Zarraema (1d20+2)[ 1 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe made out some of the movements, picking words here and there. His Mistress seemed disturbed greatly by something that was said. The hulking woman didn't seem threatening, but who could tell with surface dwellers. His hand returned to his side as he hung his head when the woman turned back to face the table and gestured.\n\nAgain, he'd caused his Mistress trouble. As the paladin came toward the table, his feet caused him to move toward Zarraema. His head low and eyes downcast." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Fistar:\n\nThe bartender paused wiping down the bar, and used his one good eye to look you over. He tapped the shoulder of another tender behind the bar, replacing the huge keg behind the bar with a fresh one. The younger man looked over his shoulder as you spoke about \"accomations\" and smiles, turning around fully and dusting off his hands. He raised one hand up and behind him pointing to a sign up above the bar.\nThere is a sign hanging behind the bartender that says in three different languages:\n \"Ale = 2 silver,\n Meal = 5 silver,\n Room 1 bed = 5 silver,\n 2 bed = 10 silver\" \n\nAfter discussing the price and your list of wants, he produces a key and slides it across the bar, explaining there are only two rooms left available." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe priestess moved to follow Jessamyn, \"I intend to ask if Kelzir and I might join the three of you, yes.\" \n\nKelzir's appearance brought a gentle, though guarded in this place, smile to her face until she noticed his demeanor. Anger flared behind her eyes - who would dare cause my...who would dare cause Kelzir to stand so dejectedly? \n \"Kelzir? Is something amiss?\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar looked at the sign, then at the key, then glanced at the table noticing that the both dark elves were now there. He sighed.\n\n\"I think we will require both rooms, for possibly at least a couple of days,\" He dropped 40 silvers onto counter, \"So could I get the other key, as well?\"" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The bartender smirked and slid the last remaining key to Fistar as well, looking to you as you were about to leave. \" I need a name to put to the ownership of the two rooms. Fer damages of course. What name you want on them?\" The burly bartender had out a large book with writing charcoa, and looked to you awaiting a name." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe came forward, head hung low, though he did not hesitate. Stopping only a short distance from Zarraema, easily within reach. His voice was quiet, contrite and sorrowful.\n\n \"I am to be scourged, Mistress. For I have caused you discomfort and irritation by some means, Mistress. It was foolish for me to enter here, with these people, I should have remained outside.\" \n\nHe glanced up once before lowering his eyes again. His shoulders stooped downward, as his head became even lower. Without another word, he began to sink to his knees." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nQuickly, hoping none saw, she caught Kelzir by the arm and tried to stand him up, her voice lowering, \"No, Kelzir, you've done nothing of the sort and you've no need to bow to anyone. Please, come with me and we will go with the three pales, away from this place. This evening, after I sing to the Maiden, I need to speak with you. It's very important.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCan Zarraema manage to be agile enough to catch the bard before he hits his knees? Dex roll, I think?\n\n (1d20+1)[ 2 ](3) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((OMG, I rolled a 2... she wouldn't be able to catch a barn falling ON her!))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe stopped himself at his Mistress' movement. Staying on his feet and rising once more. His eyes remained closed, expecting a blow to come from somewhere, if not his Mistress, then the armor plated amazon behind him.\n\n \"Yes Mistress, of course, it wouldn't do for any chastisement to be done here.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nWith a heavy sigh and slightly off-balance due to the attempt to catch Kelzir, she simply nodded towards the paladin's back, \"Please, Kelzir, follow Jessamyn of Torm to the others. You are in no trouble. You've done nothing wrong.\" \n\nTrying to reorder herself, she followed her own advice and began moving towards the table." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": "He naturally fell into step a pace behind her. Head still low as they moved for the table. He heaved a heavy, but silent sigh, 'I must learn to keep my Mistress from these difficulties'. " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin had paused near the table as the drow started their conversation, and for a moment just stared at them, aghast at Kelzir's initial words and behavior. After feeling somewhat like she was a bystander at a bad wagon accident, she snapped out of it and gave the tavern a quick once-over glance; it would help to know how the local populace reacted to this sort of thing.\n\nAt the mention of herself, she looked back to Zarraema and nodded slowly, then looked to Kelzir. Gesturing to the empty seats, she said, \"Go ahead. I'm sure there will be some... discussion.\" \n \n Spoiler \nAnd if I knew what to roll here....\nProbably Spot, huh?\nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 2 ](5) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nName? The wood elf, thought only a brief moment, \"Kelzir, he's that fellow at that table I am at. \" nodding briefly back at the table. He picked up the extra key and started to head back to the table.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSo tempted to say Tsol as the name /smirk\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia felt more or less clueless, observing the going-ons. She blinked and watched in open confusion as Kelzir tried to kneel. When he was stopped she managed to draw her attention away from him. She hopped down from the chair and approached the tall woman, tugging her hand for attention.\n\n \"Who do I give coins to for the food?\" She paused, then continued decisively. \"Can we go to the library now?\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin blinked down at Etsia, the entire affair with the drow having caused her to forget the tiny druid. Nodding toward Zarraema, she said, \"The food has been paid for this time, you can keep your coins. I think it's still raining... If it is, we should wait 'til it lets up. The Temple-- The library won't vanish while we wait.\" \n\nShe moved to retake her seat and the cooled bowl of turtle soup. Someone else had paid for it; that meant she had to make it count." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"'s just rain...\" Etsia muttered, but climbed back to her chair. She had finished her soup and was beginning to feel restless. She pulled her legs up on the chair and sighed. The food was paid, so she could go... but she knew that this ant nest jungle was unfamiliar to her, and since there seemed to be willing guides, she'd be a fool to leave without them.\n\nWith another sigh she began the process of removing the abundance of strings, feathers and beads from her hair, combing the black mane and then reattaching the decorations into tiny braids here and there, humming under her breath." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf approached the table and tossed two keys on to it. \"We have two rooms for two nights. It seems tho, it had cost me double than what I expected. \" , he grimaced \" 80 silvers,\" he sighed, \"I guess because of the festival, these seems to be the last two rooms available around here. If anyone wouldn't mind to pitch in, for the cost? \" he looked questioningly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Bluff - (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe priestess nodded and counted out thirty silver pieces. She kept her voice low as she spoke, \"This should cover Kelzir and my part of the cost with a little more for your service in obtaining them. Thank you.\"\n\n\"Will we be remaining here for now, or is there some destination in the city that you are bound to until the evening?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n((Oh, OF COURSE the rogue rolls well. <checks Fistar's dice> Not that Zarraema would even try sensing his motives on this. She's suspicious, but has been trying to quell it for so long that it's just...normal.))\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin frowned slightly at Fistar's words, but not at the elf himself; she was pondering the math. After a moment she set down the soup spoon and picked at the coinpouch strings. She counted out twenty silver and slid it across the table without comment or question.\n\nAfter all, most of her attention and all of her suspicions were focused on the two drow." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Ahh thank you, I don't know what kind of sleeping arrangements you are comfortable with. but I'm assuming these two, \" nodding to the two dark elves \"...will have one room, and us three take the other. There two beds in each room, I don't mind sleeping on the floor I have a bed roll. \" he smiled, with a small profit, he would be happy to sleep on the floor.\n\nLooking to Zarraema, \"To answer your question, they..., \" looking to the paladin and druid briefly, \"...want to visit the Temple of Torm, which has a library of sorts, I'm thinking of joining them just to see the sites on the way. \" \n \"I just want to drop off some stuff in the room upstairs, before we head there, \" picking up one of the keys that he had tossed down earlier." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia blinked. \"...dint mean to sleep inside...\" She glanced around in obvious confusion and distaste. Indoors felt suddenly suffocating and cramped. \"If I don't find the information right away, I can return tomorrow...\" She wrinkled her nose and threw a longing look toward the door." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe priestess nodded, \"The Temple, then, so long as they'll accept us. I'm certain our things will be safer with us than in a locked room in a large establishment.\" \n\nViolet eyes glance over her shoulder to Kelzir, he still believes I want to strike him...it won't do to ask for the horses, he would go fetch and saddle ours, himself... \"Will the three of you be able to bear it if we walk? I would prefer to stretch my legs, and the rain will let up, I'm sure.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin considered her horse, Ghost, for a moment, but after the long ride with the caravan and getting caught in the rain, she was reluctant to pull the mare from the stablehands' care. She nodded slowly to Zarraema.\n\n \"I can bear it, yes. If you all wish to seek the Temple now, I have no objections.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia grinned. \"Don't have a horse.\" And with that the little druid half-ran out, stopping once she was just outside to look up and let out a relieved whistle-call to her hawk friend." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "As if on queue, the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the slate and wood roof began to lessen and then eventually died out completely.many of the patrons in the taproom began to pack their belongings up and pay their tabs. Some even drop a handful of coins on the tables and exit without bothering with their change...leaving a tip you suspect.\n\nMore people filter in and take the newly vacant chairs, and more move off into the archway, connecting the General Goods store next door. The sun doesn't quite peek out, but the skies do slightly lighten up." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "As if on queue, the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the slate and wood roof began to lessen and then eventually died out completely.many of the patrons in the taproom began to pack their belongings up and pay their tabs. Some even drop a handful of coins on the tables and exit without bothering with their change...leaving a tip you suspect.\n\nMore people filter in and take the newly vacant chairs, and more move off into the archway, connecting the General Goods store next door. The sun doesn't quite peek out, but the skies do slightly lighten up." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue watched as the almost naked tatooed wild elf skipped happily out the door and the rest following her. He then sighed seeing the coins dropped casually onto the nearby tables, his hand involuntarily spasmed as if on its own accord it wanted to reach out and take them. Instead Fistar, reached down and picked up his pack, and the extra key that was still on the table. He followed the rest of them out, since he didn't want lose them quite yet, the pack was light as it was, so carrying it around shouldn't be a problem, he could drop it off later, besides if the gold elf was correct in his directions the temple was only about two blocks away.\n\n \"Wel...\" as he walked out side noticing that the rain was slowly letting up \"... if that gold elf was correct the temple should be about 2 blocks from here, One block east and one block south, it will be on your left. If I recalled correctly,\" Fistar looked around and noticed the sign next door to the Inn, \"The Haversack\". \"I know you people want to be on your way, give me a moment, I just want to buy a good cloak to help keep the rain off. \" He head to door and entered the shop." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You walk down the street and turn North, heading towards the temple.\nThe smell of fresh rain is thick in the air, cooling the entire city off. The cobbles under your feet steaming as the rain began to evaporate in the hot sub tropical climate.\n\nYou turn the corner and you can see the huge sandstone temple ahead on the left. Huge and massive, the steeple has a sort of nautical crow's nest as a large set of shields hand from chains. On each shield can be seen a golden gauntlet, the symbol of Torm. People mill around the front of the temple, and as you get closer, you see clerics and priests handing out food and provisions to those downtrodden souls. You are still about a hundred feet from the steps of the temple but you can see the area around the temple itself is clean. and I don't mean clear of litter or garbage, but the sandstone has been washed on the sides of the temple, and the cobbles in front of the temple almost seem to shine, from the numerous washings and scrubbings. It shows the devotion the priests and those loyal to Torm take care for their church.\n\nYou have the strange feeling you are being watched...Ever since leaving the Inn. There are eyes upon you...but from where you cannot see." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf stood in the entrance to the shop, taking a quick look around, he then glanced back into the street and then muttered, \"Fine ignore me.\" as he watched the group head down the street. He sighed and looked at the shopkeeper and grumbled, \"I'll come back another time.\" \n\nFistar exited the shop and raced off to catch up with the group. He then looked around at the crowd, \"Hmmm do you get this feeling that we are being watched? I remember one time, I had this feeling and it turned out, it was this little waif of a child following, she got into her mind that I was her father.\" He continued to chat, explaining how he had to set her straight, all the while he scanned the crowd and looked briefly behind the group just in case they were being followed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 2 ](3) \n\nedit: ok I spotted my imaginary friend, who is green has red hair and has elephant ears.\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nThe paranoia of the Underdark still served well, even on the surface. The feelings of being watched were impossible to ignore as he followed Zarraema, still a pace behind. The nattering of the other was becoming a problem as it made his normally keen hearing all but useless. He shifted his position in a step to be fully behind his Mistress as he carried their things, better that he should catch a blade in the back instead of her.\n\nHis eyes scanned subversively through the crowds, as only a slave of the Underdark could. To look without looking was the best defense in a place where torment and abuse were just the way of life. The condition of the temple was lost on him, ignored because it was not his place to speculate on it. Temples meant sacrifice, and for him it was doubly dangerous as the priestesses of Lolth would frequently pick a random slave to place on the altar and cut out their heart with the eight bladed knives.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check for those following.\n (1d20+2)[ 19 ](21) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLooks like Kelzir sees everything ... yay for a good roll for once.\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nA lifetime of pampering in her House did nothing to dull the training given in Lolth's temple during her formative years as a priestess; that, as well as the many years of holding Kelzir's leash gave her the experience to sense his tension. Something is going to happen...and if it harms him, it will taste my sword. She felt Kelzir's shift in possition and forced a guardedly neutral expression - Maiden forgive what I've done to him... \n\nCarefully, but without Kelzir's subtlety, she peered around, trying to catch a glimpse of anything suspicious. The pristine condition of Torm's temple did not escape her, and, in fact, found it rather beautiful and refreshing. Had there not been a sense of danger, she would probably have even smiled. Instead, a foreboding sense of impending doom settled over her as she continued stalking after the Wild Elf and Paladin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((There was supposed to be a roll here, will do it in the OOC section to avoid a multiple post. - Seems I rolled a 3. <winces>))\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n The wood elf is annoying, but he does have a point, the paladin thought. Even at the head of the column, it was hard to miss Fistar's nattering.\n\nThe sight of the Temple made her heart swell with pride, but as much as she wanted to run up the steps and hug the nearest priest--home! normalcy!--that would be undignified. Not to mention that there was the suspicious feeling.\n\nNot the best at subterfuge, she turned her head this way and that to scan the crowd, green eyes sharp and a slight frown on her face. Straightforward as she might be, she felt the first twitchings of an urge to cram a sock in Fistar's mouth.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n rolling on next post since I screwed up the spoiler tag the first time and invalidated the roll\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Spot: (1d20+3)[ 20 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n Something was following them. It felt a little like that feeling you got at the base of your skull when a predator was on your tail. Etsia's long ears twitched a little, but otherwise she kept her gaze at the temple -- so much cold stone. She glanced up and to the side for a moment and the hawk on the top of her backpack took flight to a seemingly random direction, its sharp eyes looking for the following predator.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot for Etsia:\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 1 ](7) \n\nSpot for the hawk:\n Spot - (1d20+14)[ 5 ](19) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Anyone rolling over 15: \n \n Spoiler \n\nOn the third floor rooftop of the building across the street from the temple, two heads bob up over the side for a split second. Then as you spot them, they dissapear over the edge. Indistinguishable, but very prominent.\n \n\n Anyone rolling over 19: \n \n Spoiler \n\nOn the third floor rooftop of the building across the street from the temple, two heads bob up over the side for a split second. Then as you spot them, they dissapear over the edge. One was elven due to the ears and the other was thick..possibly a big human, maybe a half orc.\n \n\n\nA balding cleric, his clothing mark him as a high cleric, walks down the steps toward his armored paladin (Jessamyn)\n\"Greetings! Greetings! Young paladin, Torm opens his gauntleted hands and arms to you and welcomes you home. You will find refreshment inside as well as clean clothes and a bath if you wish. Your friends with you are welcome as well and do not be afraid to ask for any assistance from any of my Tormites.\" The high cleric's blue eyes and disarming smile beam at you all as he waves a hand behind him, sweeping towards the front doors of the temple.\n\nYou still have that feeling of being watched." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin took note of their observers, but as they were on the rooftop there was no way to confront them immediately. She fixed what little she had seen in her memory and turned her attention to the priest.\n\n \"Holy Champion,\" she said, drawing up into a formal salute before cracking a relieved grin. \"Thank you for the welcome. My companions have come seeking the assistance of the Temple--this one at least, Etsia,\" she said, indicating the tiny druid. \"Priest Sendilvahl indicated that the Temple has an extensive library that could aid her. And I have been assigned...and come for guidance.\" \n\nShe followed swiftly in the priest's wake, thought glanced back and beckoned for the others to follow if they seemed reluctant." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded seriously at the cleric, then glanced briefly up to see the hawk circling around a spot in the rooftops before it swooped down to land on her backpack again. A screech of danger, and she nodded at the hawk as well before letting out a small hawk-shriek of her own. Danger over. No time to climb on the rooftops now, they just had to keep their eyes open later. The hawk ruffled its feathers in obvious objection and reluctance, but stayed on the pack.\n\n \"Hello.\" She nodded at the cleric again. \"My name is Etsia and I am looking for an animal.\" She paused and considered her words, then continued. \"Information about an animal I have not seen before. I need to know what it is and where it lives. I was told you have a big library.\" Another pause and she tilted her head, looking up at the cleric. \"Can I look?\" Yet another moment and she remembered to add one more word. \"Please?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "THe high priest listened to the druidess and nodded with closed eyes to her. He spun on his heels and clapped, one of the younger and less influential acolytes ran up and froze. The high priest leaned down to whisper into the boy's ear and then watched as the boy waved them all onward.\n\n \"Young Oryic here will accompany you and show you to our library. Our new Library is one of the most grand in the Trade Ward here and we boast, in all of Gothmoor as well!\" The high priest smiled and then paid the druidess no more attention and was instantly attached to the paladin's side.\n\n \"So tell me champion, what news of the outside world? Where did you originate from? Are you from the North? We have a temple in Waterdeep. Have you any news from there for me?\" The priest asked Jessamyn with an almost endless line of questions.\n\n\n \"The library is most sufficent, Lady Etsia. I spend most of my days, when not on door watch, in the library copying books. If it is an animal you seek. I may be able to point you in the corect direction. There are easily enough books here to keep one thumbing through until he dropped dead of old age.\" THe acolyte moved ahead and opened the door escorting your group through and turning his head as he walked to look at your elven face, looking for some more information.\n\nThe hallway into the temple was long. every step you took cooled the temperature off until the inside of the temple was a nice 70 degrees. The liestone and sandstone kept the sun from baking the air inside. You pass many armed guards, full platemail and wielding halberds and shields. Of course the moment they see the high priest, they snap to attention. Their helmets make a slight squaking noise as metal rubs on metal as their heads all turn to watch the dark elves' every move. A new group of eyes are watching you, but at least you know the intentions of the guards." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded. \"It was a small predator. It looked like a fox, but unlike any fox I have ever seen. It was pure white and it had fur to drive any hunter wild of excitement. Its tail was long and bushy, almost the size of the animal itself. And its eyes were black as the nightsky, sharp but unreadable. And it looked at me, into me...\" She trailed off and followed the acolyte in silence for a moment, then blinked back to the present moment. \"I need to find out where it lives and go there.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue looked on watching and listening to the conversation, a few times he wanted to step in and say something, but before he could another question was asked, or responded to. He shifted from foot to foot, slightly agitated and grumbling under his breath as he listened. His eyes looked around as they walked examining every nook and crannie of the hall. He frowned slightly noticing the amount of guards around.\n\nFinding a moment of lull in the conversation, he blurted out, \"This is a large library, I'm always looking for interesting information on old history, places where treasure can maybe found. \" smiling at Oryic, \"I remember the time, I found this old map in this house, someone must have dropped it. Anyways I followed the directions on it to a large 'X'. \" he continued on for a moment describing the location in great detail, and how he had dug at the location and only found a box of children toys. \"..... and let me tell you it was quite the disappointment all this trouble for some measly children toys. \" he finished." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin blinked, surprised at the rapid-fire questioning. When she had a chance to break in politely, she told the high priest, \"Lapalgard, I've come from Lapalgard. The Cardinal sent me here to assist at your temple, against whatever threat there might be. We've heard--\" She paused and lowered her voice slightly, glancing back at her companions--possibly an attempt at secrecy, but so blatant as to be silly. \"We'd heard rumors of necromancers, Holy Champion. And undead. But I see that this is a strange place in all ways...\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThat her not-so-covert search had left her with no new information, did not disquiet her as much as the overly friendly greeting they'd received. It seemed odd to her, that pales would welcome Dark Elves into Torm's temple without pause. The guards were, more than likely, their assurance that no one would be trouble.\n\nLooking back to be sure that Kelzir was unhurt, she smiled - a private, gentle smile that traveled all the way to her violet eyes. A smile that barely touched her lips and said more than any words in any language that she knew. A smile that she had only ever shared with him - to assure him that everything would be alright. Tonight... tonight, I take his collar and let him go free... then dance until I cannot move and beg the Maiden's forgiveness for remaining as unenlightened as our kin. ...tomorrow, I go on without my..without him. \n\nDwelling on the depressing thought of leaving him with the pales, she stepped after Jessamyn and her talkative cleric friend, hoping to learn a little of the temple, itself, instead of their books." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe stopped on the steps for a moment, a visible tremor passed through his body and his eyes widened. He stared straight ahead, as though looking into another place at another time. A nearly overwhelming surge of recollections passed through his mind and his shoulders hunched downward as if he were trying to vanish where he stood.\n\nHe followed the other dumbly, trying in vain to make himself as unobtrusive as possible. He shied away from the guards stationed at their posts, and his eyes never left the floor. And when the younger priest asked his questions, he winced.\n\nHis breath caught in his chest and he gasped for air, quietly as he could to avoid drawing the attention of any clergy around. He misstepped, tripping over nothing as one of his legs tried to buckle under him. The motion carried him closer to Zarraema, and he stopped near her. His eyes were flicking this way and that, seeking, watching, warding, and there was a nearly palpable aura of fear surrounding him." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nKelzir's fear confused her, at first. This was, after all, Torm's temple, surely there was no need to be terrified of such a place. Her own memories jolted her back to her days in Lolth's temple; blood, screams, eight-bladed terror... She could taste and smell is his discomfort and stopped in her tracks.\n\nCarefully, trying not to spook him further, the tall priestess turned and did her best to cover her pained expression with a gentle mask. This was, after all, her own doing - this pain was her fault. Lowering her voice to tones she hoped were only audible to the bard, she whispered, \"Kelzir, I would greatly appreciate a calming song, if you would like? Perhaps we could find a quiet place, away from the rest.\" It took all of her strength not to reach up and pet the side of his face for comfort, as she used to do so just before striking him out of petulance. It wouldn't do to unsettle him further.\n\n How can I erase those memories from him and ease his pain? ...think. Dark Lady, guide me.. " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n \"Yes, Mistress.\" \n\nThe reply was less than a whisper, it would have barely disturbed a feather had it been placed before his mouth. It was an autonomous response, no emotion held within it what-so-ever. His mouth was filled with sand, and his feet made of clay." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Acolyte Oryic kept pace beside the determined druidess. His eyes watched how she moved and was in awe of his first vision of a wild elf. He wanted to drill her with thousands of questions. He wanted to know everything there was to know about living and being a wild elf, but he knew better of it. OryicMoved around a corner and up to a set of huge double doors. Each door was intricately carved in the shape of a huge book. where the door handles were, was the spot where one might close a leather strap to protect the book. On the main face of each \"book\" door, was a huge Open gauntleted hand palm forward, and in the palm was a carved lion's head with closed jaw. The work was amazing, and each door had to weigh easily half a ton. THe door itself was 20' high. With the slightest push and smile, Oryic pushed the right door inward and it swung as if it weighed nothing.\n\nInside can only be described as the largest and most extensive library you have ever seen. Shelves that go through the first floor into the second floor and up to the ceiling. The shelves seem to be part of the building itself and and columns flank the sides of every bookshelf. There is a lower floor, and a section of the ground floor is cut out of the center of the room, as a sort of super wide balcony. mons and priests move about above and below, restacking book, replacing book, and siting and copying books. A few people in armor or adventuring gear are also roaming about.\n\n \"As High Priest has said, we offer one of the most extensive libraries in all of the Shining South.\" Oryic said with beaming pride due to the fact, his first eight years of his life had ben copying these books to make duplicates.\n \"If you're looking for \"Animals\", it would be in that shelf there, next to \"Alchemy\" and \"Acids\". Oryic Walks towards where he is pointing to.\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ \nHigh Priest Dentlor Looks to Jessamyn and nods, also looking over his shoulder seeing the two Dark Elves. His eyes turn back to the paladin after she speaks. \"Yes indeed necromancy and the undead have plagued Gothmoor in recent history. Why, just four winters ago marked the end of a three year war against an invasion of undead from unchecked Necromancers. Knowledge is free and no one should be barred from anything, but Necromancers of the South seem ed to think their powerlusting and actions were above the law. This brought down the Necromancer registration Law from the Crown. All necromancers within Gothmoor are registered and tagged. Any necromancy done within the walls of Gothmoor.....or beneath it, leaves a magical residue on these Worshppers of the dead arcane's tag and can be tracked or recorded.\" \n\nHigh priest Dentlor makes a gesture of holiness to Torm before continuing. \"We have actually lost our original Temple to Torm, during the war, and it has since been marked off limits until the Crown could muster enough men to go in and clear the temple out and consecrate the stones within once again. We managed to get most of our belongings out, butt he war turns soldiers into looters, and not much remains inside.\" \nHigh priest Dentlor points out a small chapel off the main library where many scholars go to pray and shows the Dark elves a few sections of books of gathered knowledge from the Underdark as well as a quiet darkened nook with a rounded bench in it." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe mossgreen gaze of the wild elf traveled slowly from the bottom shelves all the way up, until it looked like she might tip over, her neck craned and squinting up. The hawk on her backpack let out a little impatient sound and stretched its wings, but stayed put after a reflexive soothing sound from the druid.\n\nShe blinked and turned back to the acolyte with a serious nod. \"Thank you.\" And with that she headed toward the indicated books. She obviously had some reading to do. She had not even dreamt that there could be this many books in the world, let alone in one building. She knew how to read and write, of course, it had been a part of the druid training, she just did not get a chance to do so very often. Her own nomadic tribe did sometimes visit the tribes that had settled down in one spot -- they sometimes had little book collections available, but this... this was difficult to even comprehend.\n\nShe craned her neck again and sighed. It seemed she'd eventually need a stepladder. But for now she'd survive like this. She began the work of browsing the books by the title, ignoring any that were only of an animal or an area she already knew, looking for tomes about the animals in far-away places or exotic small predators." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nWith a quick, greatful bow of her head to the High Priest, she stepped over to the rounded bench, praying to the Maiden that Kelzir still had the wherewithall to follow. How could she have forgotten the years that she subjected him to the temple, so easily? ...a male slave in the Spider Queen's sanctuary... Her hands began to shake as she recalled several events.\n\nWith every attempt at keeping her voice steady and just loud enough to carry so that others would not notice anything out of the ordinary, she beckoned her once-slave to the round bench, \"Come, Kelzir, sit with me and play something soothing. Please?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe was barely aware when she moved, his steps faltering. Anyone watching would have sworn that it wasn't a man, but a puppet who's strings were tangled. He moved into the alcove, and sat without a sound. It was long moments before his hands shifted around to draw the drow made lute from his back to rest before him.\n\nHis mind was a turmoil, everything within him wanted to flee this place. The polished and clean stone didn't register. He was seeing dark polished granite, deep sconces arrayed like the legs of a spider. The smell of the oils that were burned floated through his nostrils. His ears could hear the dark, sinister chanting of Spider Queen's minions.\n\nHe closed his eyes, a vain attempt to banish the images assaulting him. He flinched away at unheard noises. Slowly, his fingers began moving on the strings of the instrument in his hands.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPerform Roll: sing and play instrument.\n (1d20+4)[ 16 ](20) \n \n\n\nQuietly, but with gaining momentum, the chords sprang from his hands. The dark and eerie melody drifting through the relative quiet of the library, accompanied by his deep, soothing barritone voice. It gained in strength as it continued, as though inspired. His eyes were closed as he offered forth his song as a simple and desperate prayer for salvation.\n\nThe notes of the song changed as did his voice while the song continued as he lost himself to the music that had always been in his soul. The strains remained in that eerie strum, but his words in drowish tongue spoke of kindness, perseverance and salvation. The tune spoke of the dancing light of the moon, and of his Goddess. It spoke of willing sacrifice, of unending hope, and of boundless love for another. None would remember all the words, as he stopped his first song and began carrying into another. Only the chorus would possibly remain with those able to hear.\n\n \"In the deepest dark,\nit takes but a spark.\nTo bring a flicker of light,\ninto the depths of the night.\nKindness strive to show a soul a way,\nfrom the night to bring it into the day.\" \n\nThe notes faded slowly away into the pages of the library. He sat there, unmoving and his hands trembled against the strings of the lute. Eyes closed, his head bowed, the only one who might know what he awaited sat next to him.\n\nFor in the Temple of the Queen of Spiders, he'd just signed his death sentance." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe knew the hymn he played; not by its words, as he'd never uttered them for her, but by the notes that he once dared to pluck in her chambers, in what was once her home. Somehow, she'd lost him to the past and was at a loss for how to change it.\n\nA single tear, one that she quickly swiped away, dared to roll over her cheek as the tune evoked memories, I will never forgive myself for what I did to him in ignorance and hatred... \n\nHoping that the sound of his own name would return him to the present, she spoke it, quietly, and in a tone meant to be gentle and placed her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort, \"..Kelzir, that was...\" She suddenly realized that she didn't know the words necessary to express what she wanted, and simply fell slient at his side." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar followed along, staying back and listening mostly to the talk. He looked at the row and rows of shelves filled with books with wide amazed eyes. He became speechless. As they moved along he heard Acolyte Oryic, talk to the druid explaining where to find the books she was interested in. He sighed and then slipped silently in between a set of shelves, that looked like may contain history books.\n\nHe glanced thru the books seeing if anything interesting, it was a place to start he figured, that maybe there was some place that may contain treasures in the past, and may still contain some in the present.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 15 ](21) \n\n((not sure what to roll here just looking thru books and the shelves seeing if anything of interest pops up, so just doing both rolls))\n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 11 ](12) \n Search - (1d20+2)[ 2 ](4) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((roll eyes, I think Fistar's imaginary friend with elephant ears followed him in.. ))\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin frowned slightly at the High Priest's words, wondering at the tolerance of necromancers and their magics here in addition to drow and innumerable other dubious individuals.\n\n \"Holy Champion, I apologize but I find Gothmoor to be...quite different than what I expected. Though I have nothing negative to say about my current companions, I find it strange to see so many dark elves and other...traditional antagonists of the Temple on the streets. Do they follow the local laws?\" \n\nThe concept that the laws of Gothmoor might be something other than the rules of the Temple of Torm never seemed to cross her mind. She heard the music and the singing only as a pleasant backdrop to the already-soothing atmosphere of the temple." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Etsia: \n \n Spoiler \n You move along the books looking for tomes on unseen regions of Faerun. You come across a thick, leather-bound book labeled \" Small Carnivores of the North \". there is a small wolf print on the cover, burnished into the leather and worn almost smooth. After flipping through the book, you see that many of the animals listed are unfamiliar to you. you flip through more and are happy to see not only are there maps, but regional coverage areas of many of the animals....but not all.\n\nYou begin getting depressed, wondering if you'll ever find the creature you saw, and then BAM! there it is. Live in colors, or lack of, since it is white, the colored drawn image is faded and a bit out of proportion, (the tail is twice the size of it's body drawn here.) but there it is. Unfortunately..there is no coverage map.\n \n\n \nZarraema: \n \n Spoiler \n You sit back and listen...you eyes watching Zelkir. but before he begins to play, you look around the quiet alcove and the worked stone walls.\n((give me a spot check))\n \n\n Fistar: \n \n Spoiler \n (( Dude you're looking for a book in a library...full of books!..you almost didn't spot one hahaha! ))\nYou thumb through the spined of the books, most have been inked for easy refrence, others actually have gold inlay on the inking, making them stand out against their brown leather spines. You notice many books have two or three copies of them beside the older original tome. It explains why the library was so huge, and as you come across the history section, a small female dark elf in clerical vestments. \"May I help you find something M'Lord?\" her voice is like a soft breeze over platinum chimes of pure masterwork.\n \n\n Jessamyn: \n \n Spoiler \nHigh Priest Dentlor looks to you and smiles disarmingly. \"Holy Defender, you are indeed new to the land, region and city of Gothmoor. The city's current creation in itself is an act of unheard alliances. The city itself was originally built by dark elves that left the Spider Queen Lloth's grip and escaped to the surface. Good dark elves, or Neutral at worst. They found this lush fertile valley and fought their way through the wild elves of the Mhair jungle to the North to get to a peaceful land of their own.\" High Priest Dentlor Pulls a small ring out of his robes and offers it to you. It is a white pearl backdrop with a platinum miniature gauntlet fixed atop the smooth flat pearl surface. There is a black dragon with no detail wrapped around the gauntlet. \"This is the Loyal Gauntlets of Gothmoor's membership ring. There is a sect of our clergy that focuses it's job in keeping Gothmoor safe. The majority of dark elves you see in this town are here for survival..a new chance at life, and asylum from Lloth or the other evil gods. Some here are still following her will and are here to find fugitives or those who Lloth refuses to let go. You won't be able to tell them apart from just viewing them, but many who you speak with at length you will see the change. not all dark elves are the vicious child killer and sadistic hunters we have come to be taught.\" High Priest Dentlor moves around you after you take the ring from his hand and reaches for a book two shelves above his head.\n\n \"The original Dark Elves that built Gothmoor formed a close alliance with a clan of dwarves in the hills to the NE. We all know the hatred that flows between the Drow and the Dwarven races. These dwarves will come at the first sound of a horn and fight to the death in defense of their new Dark elven neighbors. Since then, the town has become a location for any race, no matter their origin to come and trade and share goods or knowledge. You will see hated enemies sharing a drink, or even praying together. We even have a full orc in our church. It is a great sight to beheld , when you step back with all the information and look at the city from the outside. Walk through this city with an open mind, and an open heart, paladin. You just might be amazed.\" High Priest Dentlor hands you a large thick tome, the label reads in common, \"The Ancient Historical Line of Gothmoor.\" \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n Before settling to listen, Lolth's former priestess peered around the vicinity with a caution born of life in the Underdark - it would not do for anyone to see her companion in such a vulnerable state, especially not if they suspected why.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot Check for Zarraema (which Kelzir's player helped me understand where my numbers come from!) -\n (1d20+5)[ 16 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe seemed more aware once the tune had changed, though he still didn't look up. Head still bowed, he observed the floor, marking every crack or flaw in the stone below his feet. It was a trick slaves learned, to focus attention on one thing and only listen for some indication that they were wanted.\n\n \"It was my prayer for you, Mistress. For over a hundred years, Mistress, I've sang that song whenever I could. Even in your ear at times.\" \n\nHe fell silent once more, only letting the dulcet strains of another song fill the quiet. His mind still flashed with memories of another, darker, time and place. There were no words to the notes he played this time, merely filling the void, within the Temple, within the quiet of the library, and within himself." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia let out a small squeal of excitement and flopped down on the floor, sitting cross-legged with the tome on her lap, reading the parts of the book carefully. She needed to know what the animal was called, what kind of an animal it was, what its behavior patterns were, what did it eat, how did it live -- everything about it. Especially any hints to where it might live, except obviously north." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin's face showed amazement indeed--and a bit of chagrin--at the high priest's response, and she nodded slowly as she took the ring and the book.\n\n \"My apologies, Holy Champion,\" she said with an embarrassed half-bow. \"I was ignorant of all of this. But I am glad that we are among...friends, then. I admit that, hearing of the destruction of the first Temple and seeing the locals for the first time, I was unsure...\" \n\nShe looked down to the book, then nodded firmly to herself and returned her gaze to the high priest. \"I will familiarize myself with the situation, Holy Champion. This will not happen again.\" \n\nIf not directed otherwise, she will go find a place to sit and start reading." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": "Fistar smiled at the dark elf, noting her clerical vestments and her stature, \"Yes you may help me, I'm looking for old tomes of the history of the city, ones preferably with maps of the city and its growth.\" he then whispered with a glint in his eyes, \"I've heard that Gothmoor was built on the ruins of a city, anything on the early years of Gothmoor would be of interest.\" he finished smiling at the dark elf. \"Ohh before I forget, I am called Fistar, no need for this \"M'Lord\" since I am not a lord, and your name would be?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Zarrae: \n Spoiler \n\nYour eyes spot a spall piece of parchment or paper sticking out from between two smaller bricks of the alcove, where there should have been mortar. You pull the piece of paper out and examine it, unfolding it. You notice in fact the parchment is a map. a map drawn by an obvious dark elven hand and it shows the city of Gothmoor, as well as a dotted line shoing it going into the Jungle to the North.\n \n\n Kelzir: \n Spoiler \n You notice Zarrema pull out a small piece of parchment from the wall as if someone tried to hide it in there. She unfolded the parchment and it shows a map of dotted lines going into the jungle.\n \n\n Etsia: \n Spoiler \nThe Creature is known as a Fox. This white version is called the Arctic Fox. They are related to Wolves and dogs but sort of a seperate group of animal altogether. They are connsument hunters and scavengers, and live in burrows underground. The book fills in all the information on the animal and suggests high altitiude and cold regions.\nThe book does not name any locations that you have heard of.\n \n\n Jessamyn: \n Spoiler \n ((will be sending you info on Gothmoor from that book, just have to find the file. ))\n \n\n Tsol: \n Spoiler \n The woman smiles and does not give you her name, instead she points you over toward the set of shelves where the paladin Jessamyn and the High priest just ended their conversation and the paladin has gone off to read a book. You lok back and the female is walking away toward another female acolyte and giggling softly\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf watched the femaale dark elf walk off towards tye other female. He watched the hint of the sway of her hips under her robe. He sighed as he looked in the direction that she had pointed out to him. More books or talk to the females. He watched Jessamyn carry off a book to a table where she sat and started glancing thru it. He smiled making up his mind, he turned and walked towards the two females. \"My dear beautiful ladies...\" placing each of his hands lightly on the small of thier backs, \"... truthfully the books bore me for the moment... \" he smiled charmingly. \"I rather talk to the beauties of the library. \" , smiling at the two females. \"Let me tell you a story, as a child of the woods, I have often ....\" Fistar continued talking softly, elaborating his story of adventure with a few ribald jokes thrown in. Occasionally he would ask questions about Gothmoor, listening intently for any gossip.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n((prays for some good rolls /smirk))\n\n[rollv=perform]1d20+1[/rollv]\n\n[rollv=Gather Information]1d20+1[/rollv]\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\n((grumbles stupid rolling.))\n\n perform - (1d20+1)[ 1 ](2) \n Gather Information - (1d20+1)[ 3 ](4) \n\n\nEDIT:\nCan I take 10 instead.. (rolls eyes heavenwards)\nOK I get slapped silly. OMG HOW BAD IS THAT!!\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Fistar: A heavy and metallic hand tapped your shoulder, and the weight of it could only mean armor. As you turn around a huge plated cleric in field plate and wearing cleric vestments overtop stops you from continuing with the ladies. Once the two girls turn to see why you stopped, their eyes go huge and the swiftly dissapear.\n\nWith helmet removed, the male in armor looks down at you from his 6'9 height and sternly looks at you. His voice like a dead corpse in chaimail falling down a gravel hill. \" M'Lord, THis is a library of Torm, not a tavern. If you wish to find suitable company for the evening, please leave and seek one of Gothmoor's fine establishments. If you wish to stay, leave the acolytes alone.\" As he finished the sented, his smooth brow furrows to drive home the point, this armored warrior priest could probably break walnuts with his mean looks.\n\nThe man stands in the path of the exited acolyte females and watches you." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded to herself and carefully placed the book back to its place. Then she turned to look up at Acolyte Oryic. \"Thank you. I found the animal. I need to see books and maps about north next. Do you have any?\" She paused, realizing it must be a stupid question. She shrugged, then continued. \"Can I see?\" " }, { "author": "RelentlessImp", "message": " Orophen \n\nOrophen lifted his head as he heard someone asking about books on the lands to the north. He was propped back in a chair, legs upon the table before him, a number of books about the lands to the north spread out around him, a number in elven script.\n\nHis silver eyes blinked over in Etsia's direction, sliding his fingers briefly through his hair to flick his light hair out of his face. Then he immediately put his eyes back to the books, studying a map of the lands to the north, his eyes narrowed in concentration.\n\n \"...Now where is it...\" he muttered to himself, quite frankly lost when it came to the map before him." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nAs Kelzir played on, she stared at the map - blankly, at first, as her mind trailed over a thousand impossible thoughts - and then, with increasing curiosity as she recognized the script and the city, itself.\n\nCarefully and with monumentous difficulty, she tucked away her own thoughts as to what Kelzir's prayer had truly meant and her musings on why he'd prayed it for one hundred years... He could have run at any time... She cut the thought off - this would have to wait until they were safely away from prying eyes and ears.\n\nThe map, she pulled flat and held up for her companion to see, hoping to pull him further out of the past with the mystery and hoping to draw on his former training as the Matron Mother's scribe, \"What do you make of this, Kelzir?\" She continued puzzling at the map, unused to surface denotations, at all." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue looked way up then stepped back away from the big armored cleric. \"Umm yes, your quite right my friend, I was just about to end my story anyways. \" he answered back with a bit of trepidation, He attempt to glance behind the cleric and watch the two Acolytes exit, a brief look of disappointment crossed his face. \"Oh well I might as well look at the books since I'm here, right? \" Smiling upwards, he slowly stepped backwards to get some distance from the armored giant. His eye's brightened as if he just discovered an idea, and he stopped back peddling. \"Say...\", looking at the giant. \"...you must be quite knowledgeable about Gothmoor and this library, do you recommend any good books that tells about Gothmoor's early history? \" \n \n Spoiler \n\n((I'm going to get a good roll even if it kills me, ummm.....))\n Gather Information - (1d20+1)[ 15 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHis fingers kept strumming the strings as he looked over at what lay in his Mistress' hands. He took in the details of the rough map, committing it to memory as best he could. Finally his hands stopped as he reached over and tenatively took the map from her hands.\n\nHe turned it this way and that, his eyes seeking marks that may not be so obvious to casual observation. Sometimes drawn into the map itself to hide them from discovery. He ran his fingers carefully over it as well, feeling for any indention on it's surface.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check for any unusual markings on the map.\n (1d20+2)[ 13 ](15) \n \n\n \"It was done by our people's hand, Mistress. That much is certain, there may be other signs not so obvious that could be made evident with the right conditions. I'm sorry Mistress, but my glaring ignorance in this matter cannot be ignored.\" He said quietly so as not to disturb anyone nearby." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Etsia: \n Spoiler \n\nOryic Smiled and nodded and led Etsia around a few shelvesand to a shelf with it's one side facing a table with a strange elf sitting in front of a large pile of books. Many of the books in the pile in front of him are written in Elvish, and the bindings have the word \"north\" scribed in them.\n \"Here we are M'lady.\" Oryic points to a few books on the frozen north and the Spine of the World, the town of Mirabar and the Ice Mountains. many of the books he points to have spots next to them or near them, which tells you that copies are currently being read by someone in the library as well.\n \n\n Orophen: \n Spoiler \n\nYou sit and scour through the book, as one of the libraries Acolytes you know as Orophen approaches the shelf of the books on the North and points out a few books you yourself have in front of you. the female is short, even in elf standards. Her leather belts for clothing, and random scraps of fur and leathers marks her for a wild elf. You've heard of her kind before from stories within your home, but never actually seen one of your wild cousins. But, knowing what you know of this strange city, with drow kising dwarves and humans hugging orcs, anything is possible.\n \n\n Fistar: \n Spoiler \n\nThe huge armored human looks around for a moment, and then rubs his chin. Then after a moment, you can almost see the gears slowly turning as he looks down to you. \"M'lord, I am well versed with the inner and outer workings of our grand empire. Gothmoor's common knowledge is taught to all who train and grow up here within these walls.\" He smiles broadly and raises his arms to motion to the city at large. \"I can show you the books that have the same information, but I will be glad to answer any questions you may have, if I can, and will give my information freely.\" \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"Thank you.\" Etsia nodded at the acolyte and then turned to consider the books. A small frown appeared on her features at the sight of so many of them obviously missing. She turned around to regard the table with them, then the elf who was apparently reading them. She took the few steps separating her from the table and peered at the books, checking out titles, looking for a map that would show names of towns.\n\n \"Hello.\" She glanced at the elf again, but did not make a straight eye contact. \"Can I look at the ones you're not looking?\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar nodded slowly listening to the large armored cleric,\n \"Well, my big man, I'm just looking for old history, I heard that the city was built on top of some ruins, and I thought that I might like to visit them, if any still exists.\" Fistar then whispers conspiringly, “I’m hoping to find treasure and gold, a person has to make a living you know,” he smirked. “Is it true that Gothmoor was built with the help of dwarves?” " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The huge warrior cleric looks around and begins to rub his chin, as if it would help his memory. Finally he nods as if his decision to think was a good one, then looks back to you.\n\n\" Old History? well this library is full of useful and dated tomes of historical facts. The City of Shadows was indeed built upon ruins. Ruins of the ,rumored, six other attempts at a city here. This place is called The Wound of the Gods by the lizardmen of the Mhair Jungle. This land was settled, this time, by surface drow and the dark elves who escaped Lloth and her terrible grip. They came here to be free, and what one way to hide from a goddess than to live in a place she would not bother searching. These dark elves had no formal fortifications but found ruins poking up and out of the ground. they hddled like nomads until a knight arrived to show them a better way.\" The cleric warrior points over your shoulder to a three storytall tapestry of a huge human in plate and chain, with a grey halo around his head, herding hundreds of miniature dark elves under his shield and protecting them from a group of clouds with god symbols in them.\n\n \"This great man helped the Dakr elves not only build the first city and keep here that our king uses today, but also established their first alliance with the Dwarven city of Citadel Blacksteel to our North East.\" The man then pointed to a similar tapestry of the man with the halo, now smaller but shaking hands with a dark elf and a dwarf atop a mountain, with the image of Torm over the three of them smiling in seemingly approval." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nAs the Drow Priestess stared at the parchment, Rek'lyr's warning came back to her - keep the pales close... That's what they would have to do.\n \n\"There is no fault here, Kelzir, it may be drawn by our people's hand, but it is of the surface, something that neither of us is particularly familiar with. We will both have to learn.\" With those quiet words, she squeezed Kelzir's knee, gently, and pulled herself to her feet, banishing the sentimental thoughts until a more private time. She only hoped that her friend would be able to stand the temple a little more easily now...though, she knew what he saw behind the perfect stone...\n\n \"We should see what insight those who are familiar with the surface might have, hm?\" " }, { "author": "RelentlessImp", "message": " Orophen \n\nOrophen looked up at the female elf with a slow blink, jerked out of his study by her question.\n\n \"Huh? Oh, sure,\" Orophen said, looking at the large volume of books scattered across the table. He gestured towards them and the chair on the other side. \"Help yourself.\" Then he went back to studying the map in the book." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded to the elf and stepped closer to browse the books until she found one with maps of the north. She glanced at the chair and blinked, then flopped to sit down cross-legged on the floor next to the chair and set the big book in front of her. She opened it and leaned over it, frowning a little as she studied the map.\n\nShe tried to memorize the names of the towns in the north, and to map a route from Gothmoor to the closest north-town." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nAutomatically, he stood with her as he still looked at the floor. The only indication of his state, was the slight sound of his fingers on the strings of the lute he carried. With his other hand, he offered the map back out to Zarraema.\n\n \"A wise decision, Mistress,\" came the quiet whisper. \"One of them surely must be able to explain it to you.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nDeliberately, she refolded the map and peered around to find the others. She knew the paladin had been closest, last. The others, she hadn't seen since their departure for the library.\n\n One step at a time, Zarraema, he cannot be expected to be calm after such a short time away...if it weren't for the Maiden, even you would be stuck in the past...\n \n \"Come, my friend...we have a paladin and a few paler elves to find...\" \n\nOut of the corner, she stepped, looking for the nearest of their companions with a determined set to her face, We will figure out some way to keep with them, from now on. It will be good for Kelzir... " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe fell into place behind her again. Still his movements were wooden and it seemed as though his feet were made of clay. Though his mind was a turmoil of horror, still he stepped with care to make as little noise as possible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove Silently: (1d20+4)[ 11 ](15) \n \n\n\nSilence was key to survival. Being seen and unnoticed was the other. His ears listened for any sign that his presence was demanded for anything. In a Temple, the slightest provocation would mean sacrifice." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema:\n \nThe temple was full of strangers, as she looked around, trying to remain a calm pillar for Kelzir to stand behind - to draw strength from, she tried to remember the pales' faces.\n\n ...vith...they all look the same... \n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch for any of their companions, for Zarraema:\n (1d20+3)[ 13 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar looked at the immense tapastries then glanced back at the armored cleric. \"Interesting, so the dark elves were one of the first to settle the area and then were helped by that knight later,\" nodding to the tapestry with the knight protecting the dark elves. He thought a moment thinking of the two dark elves that he had traveled with. Maybe he should locate them again and see if they have any information. He shook his head and smiled, \"So is there much information on the ruins themselves and are any still in existance? \" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The Warrior cleric looked to Fistar and raised one eyebrow in slight confusion.\nHe adjusted his stance, making his armor clank and groan in the movement, but then looked around the library looking for something.\n\n \"Yes the ruins are real. It is the previous city built on this location,which seems to have been pushed into the ground 20 feet or so by the Gods.\" The warrior cleric pointed one of his heavy gauntleted hands toward a shelf.\n\n \"There is not much information on the ruins, but many many books on rumors and speculation. No one who visits the ruins, ever comes back with any information of use, or they just don't come back. I am pretty sure that there are tunnel, and cleared out streets and buildings down there, but no one has dared map it, or even described it for a scribe to pen it to parchment.\" The Warrior cleric nods and wises the bard a good safe day and returns to his guard duties." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf rogue watched the departing armored man return to his duties. He shrugged nonchalantly and returned to looking at the shelves of books that the cleric had pointed out. He grimaced, not really wanting to look thru all those tomes. He recalled his father placing books in front of him, forcing him to sit for hours reading. Little good did that do him as he recalled the stern look of his father, when he said he was leaving the forest. He shook his head, bringing him back to the present and started picking thru the old musty tomes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1d20+2)[ 15 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin sat at her reading table, absorbed in the book of history. Her sheathed greatsword lay across the table in front of her, well within reach--training had instilled that instinct in her, even with the comforting atmosphere of the Temple all around.\n\nShe was oblivious to her surroundings, platinum-blond brows furrowed in contemplation as she carefully turned the pages. It was her current mission, after all. It would take someone walking up and actually poking her to draw her attention." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n There. The hair, armor, and sword. She recognized them as belonging to the Paladin who'd confronted her about Kelzir's position. She appeared busy, but then, this was a library...\n\nCarefully, keeping her eyes on the blond-haired woman, she picked her way through to the table, knowing that Kelzir would remain within a hair's breadth of her elbow and praying to the Goddess that she could think of something intelligible to say - pales were, after all, so much different here; it was sometimes difficult to speak with them without offending their sensibilities.\n\nShe stepped up to the Paladin and kept her voice low, \"Jessamyn of Torm?\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nGetting addressed in that manner did yank the paladin's attention back to reality. Blinking, she lowered the book and gave the drow female a questioning look.\n\n \"Ah...yes? Zarraema?\" Hoping she remembered the name... She was fairly certain it was the same drow, what with the male lurking behind her like that." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nWith what she hoped was a disarming smile, she gave a small nod, \"I wonder, Jessamyn of Torm, if you can tell us anything of this?\" Cautiously, she held out the folded, drow-drawn map.\n\n \"It seems to be a map of this area, but that is as far as our knowledge of the surface can determine.\" She winced, inwardly, at giving away such a weakness as their lack of knowledge - so many things that she would never have done only months before..." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin took the offered map and spread it out on the table, examining it thoughtfully. \"I'm not very familiar with this area either, I fear. Is there something on it you're looking for?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI guess it would be Knowledge: Geography... I have a strikethrough in it on my sheet, but a +1, so... If I can actually use it, here it is.\n\n (1d20+1)[ 8 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe stared at the map for a moment; a question she hadn't been prepared to answer...\n\n \"A pale's perspective to where it may lead, perhaps? It seems to simply guide to the woods and stop.\" She smiled to Jessamyn, hoping by her statement to let the Paladin know that her differing perspective would hold value." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "((weeeee.....adenture!))\n\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin pondered the parchment for another moment, considering the notations, then looked up to Zarraema with an armored shrug.\n\n \"It looks like a treasure map, really...\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n \"Treasure?\" The thought blurted out before she could truly comprehend, \"Why would anyone mark such things down on paper?\" \n\nShe peered over her shoulder to Kelzir and then back to the map, musing to herself ...such odd things are done here. Should such a thing have been written down at ...home, there would be a pile of bodies and pools of blood hiding it from sight. \"If you wish to keep it, Jessamyn of Torm, we have little use or understanding of surface treasures.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"Well, I can't say for sure that's what it is. And I would turn it over to the Temple, regardless. It's hard to know without going to see... Really, it could be anything. Anything someone wanted to keep hidden.\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHis hands still twitched against the strings, causing them to resonate slightly. Eyes continued to stare at the floor, as though boring holes into it.\n\nIn a nearly silent whisper, \"It was hidden here for a purpose, Mistress. The place it was hidden, was also purposeful. Perhaps it was placed to tell the location of enemies of .....\" \n\nThe whisper trailed off to nothing as what small spark of courage in the confines of a Temple faded." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nThe Priestess paused in near-wide-eyed shock. Kelzir had actually spoken without being prompted. He'd offered information without being commanded... there is still hope... \n \"...whose enemies, Kelzir?\" her words came out gently, as she'd intended, hoping to coax more out of him.\n\n \"And perhaps it would be best if it were not remanded to your temple until it was investigated. If treasure, then I'm sure that would be easily handled by yourself.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin frowned slightly. \"I had not meant to turn over your map... It is yours, after all. But if you put treasures in my hands, they would be given to the Temple-- Oh, that reminds me.\" \n\nShe turned away from the parchment and pushed up from her chair, patting at the coin-pouch at her hip as she glanced around for the nearest priest. \"I meant to tithe...\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \nThe wood elf grew bored reading the books, he had gathered enough information about the city, that his mind was starting to fog over. So there were at least five previous attempts of this city, ruins built upon ruins. Who knew what kind of catacombs or treasures hidden deep under the current city. He sighed, if only there was way to find an entrance to the underbelly of this place.\n\nHe heard some whispered conversation and glancing around the corner of the book case he saw the dark elves and the half elf paladin looking at a piece of parchment laid on a table..\n\nWhispered words drifted to him. \"....treasure... ...turn over your map...\"\nHis eyes widened in glee. He quickly replace the book he was reading and walked briskly to the group.\n\n \"What do you have there? \" , he asked eagerily. \"Can I see?\" Making an attempt to crowd out the onlookers. \"Wow, this is better than the map I had found, back at that house. \", He pointed to the '8 Days march' \" Oh now I definitely need to purchase a horse, I'm not going to walk\" , he frowned. \"Oh well it looks promising and I running out of gold. This place is expensive.\" He poked Kelzir, \"What do you think. You think there could be treasure there?\" his eyes gleam as he thought of the treasure that could be found." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe shied to the side as the wood elf touched him, removing himself from the growing group. A few quietly muttered words in Underdark, an apology for being so stupid and inept as to be in the way. With his head still bowed he replied.\n\n \"Of .. Her .. Mistress. Enemies of Her. I cannot know what lies in that place, only that there is one way of discovering the truth. That is to travel there, so you may see for yourself.\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \"Ah! A well drawn map to the West.\" \nHigh Priest Dentlor walks up past the table, shoving two acolytes in front of him, both of them piled high with books in their arms. High Priest Dentlorsmiles at you all and takes no more notice to the map out of respect, but looks to Jessamyn.\n\n \"Holy Knight. If you and your group of brave adventurers are willing to follow this map to possible treasure, or to find a group of people in need of Torm's protection, we here can provide mounts and supplies.\" High Priest Dentlor pauses as he looks directly to Jessamyn and smiles genuinely after he speaks.\n\n \"Many in this library are adventurers from all over Faerun and are merely here resting before traveling out of the North gate once again for further fame and glory. I am sure there are others who would accompany you, if merely asked.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nViolet eyes stared at the map, a little wider than normal, it was found in Torm's temple in a darkened alcove. Kelzir could be correct. What joy to find others that would fight ..Her.. with us. \n\n\"Kelzir and I will follow the map if none other will.\" Her head bobbed a nod at her own words, as if reaffirming what she'd just spoken aloud." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe bowed deeply to all those present, his long silver hair brushing the ground. \"I shall go make ready for your departure, Mistress.\" \n\nQuietly, and with a practice of many decades, he began backing away from them. His footfalls quiet, and even chairs and tables didn't seem to hinder his passage." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar listened to the cleric offer the use of horses and supplies. He grinned happily, his green eyes glinting mischievously. “Well I’m not one to turn down a helpful hand in this endeavour, but what is in it for you? Surely the loan of mounts and supplies must come at a cost?” The wood elf glanced briefly at the retreating male dark elf with a slight frown, then turned back to Zarraema smiling, “I will go of course, I’m always looking for adventure. “ " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia took a deep breath and closed the tome of maps. She stood up and set it back on the table with another nod at the elf. \"I found what I was looking for.\" \n\nShe now knew some town names from the north, as well as others on the way there and had some ideas on the roads going there. It did not really matter where in the north she went, as long as she kept going to the right direction. It would be a long trip and if she had understood correctly, a cold one. She frowned a little at that. She would need new clothes. Furs, probably. And it would be a long, long journey -- dangerous, too -- unless she found another caravan or a horse...\n\nShe nodded distractedly first at the elf, then at Acolyte Oryic, and wandered off. The hawk on her backpack made another impatient sound and she responded reflexively with a soothing one. She blinked as she noticed the familiar group and then approached them determinedly. Maybe they would know about such arrangements.\n\n \"Hello again.\" She nodded to the little gathering. \"I need to travel north. I think I need fur clothes. And a caravan. Or a horse. Do you know...\" She shrugged a little. \"...of such things?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Orophen:\n\nHigh Priest Dentlor walks up to you and clears his throat softly and nods slightly in an apology and whispers to you.\n \n Spoiler \n \"M'lord, you asked to be notified if anyone was headed north via the jungle, and it just so happens that a group has arrived to do just that. One of them is a paladin of my order, and will gladly take you with them. Your coins fill our offering plates and we would enjoy to see you find whatever it is you're looking for. It is our duty to help you.\" High Priest Dentlor nodded once again in a slight bow and looked to you awaiting an answer\n " }, { "author": "RelentlessImp", "message": " Orophen \n\nStartled out of his intense study (and a minor headache that was coming on) by the approach of the Priest, the elf... falls flat out of his chair, tumbling onto his back, the book sailing.\n\n \"Whoa... WHOA!\" he cries as he falls, followed shortly by a muttered \"Ow...\" a moment later. Looking up at Dentlor, he nods briefly, picking himself up and dusting his robes.\n\nTaking the sheathed rapier leaning against the table into his right hand, he nods a quick affirmation to Dentlor.\n\n \"I suppose accompanying some strange individuals to the north would be a good idea.\" Mainly because I can't remember the way myself, he thought to himself." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "High Priest Dentlor smiles and helps you to your feet as you speak to him he nods once and says, \"Very well.\" He moves off from you to move back to the paladin's side.\n\n \"A thousand pardons, Paladin, but there seems to be a man who has come to us seeking knowledge and understanding of the world. and since you have come from the north, he was seeking someone who knew the area to accompany. As I see your map leads North, Would you perform your duty to accompany this man or allow him to accompany you on your trek to the location on the map? He may stya for the entire trip, he may leave, but regardless, it is against my ethos, and yours to deny the dedication to duty....Praise Torm.\" High Priest Dentlor makes a small religious gesture, for Torm's blessing and waves Orophen over." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nViolet eyes peered around the growing group in swiftly mounting trepidation - I'm surrounded by pales... she took a deep breath, letting the moment of discomfort melt into the background of her mind.\n \n\"...I will...help Kelzir make preparations. Should you need us, we will be in or around the Inn or in the room that Firstar acquired for us.\" She begins patting at her belt pouches, trying to remember which one she'd scooped it into as they hurriedly left the tavern.\n\n \"Acceptable?\" \n\nWith deliberate precision, she refolded the map and tucked it into the sleeve of her leather tunic...for now." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"Praise Torm,\" the paladin echoed automatically, mirroring the gesture. She turned sharp green eyes to the unfamiliar elf, but as he was being vouched-for by a priest of the Temple...\n\n \"Of course, Holy Champion. As I escort the others to seek what their map might show, I will escort him as well.\" \n\nShe was a bit hazy on how all of this had suddenly become an excursion, but as it seemed to carry the blessing of the Temple and all the trappings of a mission...a mission it would be!" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia frowned a little at being ignored, but then her ears perked at the mention of 'north'. She placed a hand on the paladin's wrist and tugged a little.\n\n \"If you are traveling north, can I come with you?\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin blinked down at the tiny druid, but...as the high priest had said...\n\n \"Of course.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe took the first oportunity to slip away from the crowd of pales and turned to pursue Kelzir at a calm, unhurried pace. She hadn't realized how uncomfortable his departure would leave her... it had, after all, been a good number of years since she'd been anywhere without him for more than a few moments. Most days, each activity was performed with his assistance or at least his company.\n\nHeaded for what she thought she remembered as the Temple's exit, she peered around for the bard, mouthing a silent prayer to Eillistraee that she would find him and nothing would happen to him, alone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearching for Kelzir on the way to the temple's exit:\n (1d20+3)[ 1 ](4) \n " }, { "author": "RelentlessImp", "message": " Orophen \n\nThe elf blinked once, twice... three times. Once in Dentlor's direction, then in Jessamyn's, then in Etsia's. This was all moving rather quickly, he thought, but shrugged it off.\n\nLifting the scabbard in his right hand towards Jessamyn in greeting, he spoke.\n\n \"Name's Orophen, slinger of strange arts and stranger blades. Pleasure to meet you, Lady Knight, and you, Wild one.\" He nodded in Jessamyn's and Etsia's direction at each honorific.\n\nThen his eyes alight upon the Drow woman, and he blinks. His eyes narrow slightly, and, for a moment, his right hand twitches, left briefly jerking towards his rapier. Then, all the tension goes out of his body as he shrugs.\n\n \"Lady Drow, it is a pleasure to meet you. Do forgive me if I do not lay a title upon you, but old hatreds die hard. However, as long as you don't try to cut my throat, I shall endeavor to keep things pleasant between us.\" The elf gives the drow a brilliant smile after that." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar sighed at seeing the new elf joining the party. This would probably mean cutting into his share of the treasure. Well if he can hold his own in a fight, it may be worth it, considering a dead wood elf wouldn't have use for treasure.\n\n \"Orophen, I'm glad to meet you, \" , putting on an impish smile. \"This will be a lot of fun and we can always use an extra blade.\" \n\nThe wood elf listened to the conversation and winced a bit at his mangled name pronounced by the drow. He shrugged it off. He watched the female drow then leave to catch up with Kelzir. He realized that he had the room key, that was left on the table and that the drows would not be able to enter the room at the inn.\n\n \"Excuse me,\" addressing the remaining group, he then dashed off to the receding female figure, calling out \"Zarraema, wait! \" reaching into his pouch, he fished out a key, \"Here, you'll need this for the room, you left it on the table at the Inn. \" After tossing the key towards the drow, he quickly turned back to the group.\n\n \"So, if we are going to go to this place, I'll need a horse and some supplies. \" Looking at Dentlor, \"Point me the way, and I'll help gather what we need, Yes?\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nTurning back to face the taller elf, her eyes narrow in the slightest at old reactions to being threatened. He does not know any better... she reminded herself, and calmed inwardly.\n\nInstead of her initial reaction, she simply nodded and turned back to try to locate her former slave, \"Understood.\" \n\nWhen Fistar caught up to her, she blinked at him, nodding slowly, and offered the briefest, small smile, \"Thank you, Firstan. We left in such a hurry that it must have slipped my mind. Kelzir and I appreciate your assistance with the room.\" \n\nShe stretched her neck, still trying to find her friend, \"..and now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find him.\" \n He must have already made his way out of the temple...I will find him more easily outside, anyway. \n\nWith that thought, she nodded to Fistar again and did her best to calmly and purposefully walk out of the unfamiliar Temple." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n \"My name is Etsia. Not Wild One.\" Etsia gave Orophen a short nod, then looked up at Fistar when he mentioned horses. \"I don't have a horse. Do I need one? Where can I get one?\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Well, this good and kindly gentleman here, \" nodding to the High Priest Dentlor, \"...has offered us horses and supplies, I'm sure if we follow him or he can direct us we can get a horse for you as well.\" he smiled at the half naked wild elf, briefly thinking what was under her scant leathers, he mentally brought his mind back to the task at hand and address the rest of the group, \"I say we pick up horses and supplies and then leave at first light in the morning, unless you want to start right now \" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia turned to look up at the High Priest. She nodded seriously. \"Thank you.\" She glanced at Fistar again, then at Jessamyn, then back at the High Priest. \"Where do we pick up horses and supplies?\"\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "High Priest Dentlor looked to everyone clamoring around him about horses and goods and he smiled, a bit of memories flooded back to his mind of his younger days preparing for adventure out of Waterdeep. He kept hands folded in front of him and nodded each time he was addressed, then looked to the group and waved a hand towards the exit where Kelzir and Zarraema left through.\n \"Around back is the Church's stable I have sent Oryic out to inform the Stablemaster of your arrival and since your male dark elven friend left for the lady's horse, you can probably meet him there. Oryic has been instructed to lead you to the church's stores of equipment we have for our adventuring heroes.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " “Thank you, Dentlor, “ the wood elf nodded and head out to where the stables were located after asking for directions. He wandered into the stable, looking at the horses grumbling slightly, wishing that he had paid more attention to his riding lessons that his mother had taught him. He looked at the roan that was shown to him. It looked at the wood elf lazily as if to say don’t even bother. He looked at the stable boy, “You sure that this horse is ok?” \nThe stable boy nodded eagerly. “Best horse there is here, his name is Jumper” the boy said, hoping to get rid of the horse from his care and unconsciously rubbing his backside where he had got recently kicked.\n\n “Ok then I guess I need some tack and saddle bags.” He looked at the horse frowning slightly as the stable boy quickly got the saddle and the rest of the tack. Fistar put the blanket onto Jumper and then the saddle, Jumper flicked his ears back and turn his head watching the wood elf, the horse seem to breath in expanding his girth as Fistar tighten the girth belt.\n\n “Well lets see about getting those supplies,” he directed his comment to the horse as he lead him outside." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nStepping outside of the temple, she was again touched by the weather - such a change from the cool of the stone. The weather above ground still amazed and confused her at times.\n\n Back to the Inn... Her violet eyes blinked and squinted in the still-unfamiliar light ...which way is the Inn? ...vith. She had been paying more attention to other things on their way there. With a heavy sigh, she squinted further and attempted to locate her bardic companion again, shying away from the idea of shouting his name.\n\n \"...Dark Lady, sharpen my eyes for the hunt...\" came whispered to her lips, earnestly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nZarraema search for Kelzir outside of Torm's Temple, from the entryway:\n (1d20+3)[ 7 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Fistar: \n Spoiler \n\nYou gather your horse and the stable boy shows you the downward descending stairs on the back of the temnple, directly across from the stables where the church holds its goods. The boy's father is inside and gives you whatever NORMAL gear or equipment you request. ((no a wand of fireballs is not normal)) The boy's father, Davin looks you over and smirks,\n \"Aye, Little Oryic tol' me you'd be comin down here. Let me set cha up with tha finest a goods in Gothmoor.\" \n \n\n Kelzir: \n Spoiler \n\nYou walk down the street and turn a corner and run smack dab into the back of someone,...or something. Your face smacked into it's lowerback and a few inches lower,your nose would be nuzzling but cheeks. The Hill giant turned and looked down at you with a scowl, then seeing your dark skin, he smiles and moves aside, but you see your further progress is again blocked by others. There is a street fight going on. A combat between two people, as others surround the two fighters. One is a human, bald headed and three scars running down the left side of his face. He is wearing non descript armor, but you know if that armor was for sale down below, no one but nobility would be able to afford it. It was beautifully made, the man's movements were precise, like he's trained in the fighter's academy in the Underdark. His foot positions and tactics screams of dark elven training. He only has out a dagger a pair of short curved blades rest in their scabbards on his back and his cloak lies on the street.\n\nYou can't see who the skilled human is fighting, but you feel a tap on your shoulder, as if someone tapped your shoulder with a tree trunk. You turn to see the sheepishly grinning Hill giant hold a hand down to you and point to his shoulder, offering you a \"box seat\".\n \n\n Zarraema: \n \n Spoiler \n You don't see Kelzir at all, but you do spot qite a number of people watching you. From alleyway mouths to high windows, the city seems to have eyes on you. A few people mill about the busy street but you do notice a large crowd gathering at the end of the street. You spot a few familiar buildings, and realize that is the way to the bar. Alot of the gathering crowd is chanting \"fight fight fight\" and you figured Kelzir had tohave gone that way.\n \n\n Jessamyn/Etsia/Orophen: \n \n Spoiler \n\nHigh Priest Dentlor stands between you three and looks from one to the other before answering. \"We have stables around back, my children. There are horses, ponies and even a few footpad lizards at our disposal. You are welcome to use any of them you need.\" High Priest Dentlor then turns to Jessamyn and speaks. \"We accept any and all tithing to replace the goods you and your group takes for this endeavor. Once you return any items or steeds, they will go towards your tithing. We trust you and your divinity to bring your group home safely.\" Dentlor's face grows a bit dark and worry lines appear on his aged face. \"Remember Paladin, The Northwest is a dangerous place. Not even the Gothmoor army travels that way unless is full military gear. The wilds of the Mhair Jungle await, and there are things in there that will not hesitate to kill. Protect your group, and look to the trees for signs. Also, you will pass a small village. ruined and abandoned. It may not be as empty as you think. Take care.\" \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin drew up and saluted High Priest Dentlor formally. \"I will let no harm come to those entrusted to me,\" she said with conviction. It was a mission--a sacred mission, given by a High Priest!--and that was all she needed to know.\n\nOn the heels of that understanding came another, and she blinked and looked around quickly. The others...they'd gone off already!\n\n \"I apologize that my stay has been so short, Holy Champion,\" she said quickly, looking back to the High Priest with a bowed head, \"but I will return. We will all return. Thank you for placing your trust in me.\" \n\nWith that, she stepped back from the priest and looked to Etsia (and Orophen?), anxious to be off after their scattered comrades." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Ahhh what a fine establishment you have here, \" Fistar commented. \"Lets see what do I need... \" the rogue stood there with his hands on his hips looking around. \"Ohh a cloak, 10 day rations.. probably wouldn't need it all but just to be safe, a couple of waterskins..... \" Fistar started listing things off as he walked around. He then started talking about the time he had gone on a trip to nearby village from his own village, reciting all the little details of the trip. By the end of the story he looked at the huge pile on the ground. He sighed, with a look of disappointment, \"A bit much don't you think,\" looking across at the bored Davin, almost blaming him for the amount of supplies.\n\n \"Well, I guess I'll just take these few items, \" the wood elf picked through the pile getting only a few items here and there, enough to fill the saddlebags and a small sack, he then head back out of the storeroom.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n((I will list the items on fistar's player sheet.))\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded at Jessamyn, then trailed into the direction the stables had been said to be in. She wasn't used to riding a mount of any kind, her tribe traveled through the jungle on foot, climbing trees when necessary. There wouldn't even be room for a creature this size and type to move comfortably.\n\nShe walked around the stables, peering up at the horses, ignoring the possible human comments, looking at the horses instead.\n\nShe straightened her small form, drawing a detailed gesture in the air, touching her throat and lips and forehead in the end. The words of the spell she spoke ended in a soft whinny.\n\n \"Greetings horses. I am a druid on my way north with some other people. Does anyone want to carry me on the road?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Speak with Animals , lasts one minute at her level.\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia: \n Spoiler \n\nAll the horses turned to look at youand a few lingered a bit. One did not turn it's head and continued to chew it's oats. with a smashing of oats a whinney escaped.\n \"What makes you any different than the saddle riders, Forest elf?\" The horse spoke to her in a calm manner with only a slight undertone of bitterness.\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia tilted her head. \"I don't know that many saddle riders, I don't know how I differ from them. My tribe travels on foot through the jungle where there are no paths, following the Leaflord's will. But now I am called to north and to travel on roads and a horse companion would be appreciated.\" \n\nShe shrugged a little. \"Would you all rather stay penned up in here? I can do like the ...saddle riders and pick one of you with no regard to your wishes, if that's how you like it done. I just thought I'd respect you enough to ask first.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin lingered outside the stables, watching the streets for any evidence of the elves that had slipped out while she wasn't paying attention. Her horse was still back in the stables at the inn, but the last thing she wanted to do was wander off alone while everyone else was so scattered.\n\nShe planned to wait for Etsia and Orophen, unless something important caught her eye.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot: Everybody else. (1d20+3)[ 12 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia:\nThe huge stallion turns to you and stares at you for a bit as you talk. Finally after chewing on his mouth full of hay, he turns and nods his huge head slowly.\n\n \"I do not mean to be brash little one. I merely wish to be out of this city. I will gladly accompany you, as long as You promise me time in the fields.\" \n\n\nThe stallion leans down and bushes his head against your hand, and the stableman looks a bit suprised and umbfounded. \"Never in my 10 years of being here with these beasts have I seen one as small as you, tame one such as the wild one there. He must be akin to you. Would you like him saddled and bridled?\" \n\n\nJessamyn:\nYou look around, watching the small wild elf speak to the horse, making strange whinnies and pants in the horse's tongue. You eyes look around and you don't see the dark elves anywhere from the alleyway here in the back of the church. What you -do- see is a few small couples or trios of people trying hard not to lookat you, but still keeping an eye on the stables. You count at least two groups on the ground floor in the alley, trying hard not to be too suspicious, and a third group, up on a balcony, all in the third group, being dark elves as they talk amongst themselves and smoke their pipes and sip from tankards." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar walked out of the door from the store room and back towards Jumper. He waved at the half elf paladin briefly before looking at his horse. Jumper watched the wood elf approach, shifting from foot to foot. He shook his head briefly and if the wood elf could have known horse language, he would have approached it carefully. As it is, Fistar came up to it whistling a tune and tossed the saddle bags across the back of the horse.\n\nTurning to the half elf paladin he called out, “Hey Jessamyn, if you require anything for this trip, just go to the storeroom, they have ample supplies.”, he hefted his sack of goods with a smile to show the paladin. Fistar suddenly found himself, flying in the air, comically flailing his arm and sack. He landed deftly in a roll and came to his feet, grumbling as he brushed off the hay, and what looked like manure, from his new cloak. He turned back and looked at the horse, which at the moment stood there looking innocently around, if a horse could look innocent.\n\nFistar grumbled as he went back to Jumper and started berating the horse, “Listen you, if you want to be on my good side you should behave yourself or…,“ the wood elf continued talking loudly to the horse explaining all the nuances of glue making with old horse bones. Jumper stood stoically and was completely ignoring the wood elf and almost seemed to be grinning.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Tumble - (1d20+5)[ 6 ](11) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia smiled softly and patted the big palomino's head, scratching lightly behind his ears, for the moment ignoring the stable boy. \"What do they call you, the saddle riders? Do you wish for me to continue the practice of calling you with it?\" \n\nShe knew animals did not give names for themselves, they knew who they were without such concepts. However, tamed animals often did learn to recognize and answer to concepts and sounds given to them by the humans.\n\n \"I'll ask the boy to show me how to put a saddle on you, so I'll learn...\" She petted the fair mane and then glanced at the stable boy, giving him a solemn nod, concentrating on speaking in Common again. \"Show me how to do it.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin took note of their observers, and nodded to Fistar in passing. Her supplies were with her horse at the inn, so she made no move toward the storeroom at this time. Fistar's antics with his horse drew a brief glance of concern, but as he seemed to be uninjured, she gave it no more than a mental eyeroll.\n\n \"We should stop at the inn when I get my steed and perhaps request a refund,\" she commented into the wood elf's rambling, knowing already that she might as well talk over him since he was unlikely to stop. \"As we will not be staying in the rented rooms. I would not want you or the others to be out your coin.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"....and then the flesh is rendered off the bone and ... Huh, what?! \" , glancing at the paladin, not pleased with the interruption of his disertion to the horse about making glue. \"What do you mean? Do you want to leave right away?\" the wood elf seemed a bit worried before continuing, \"It is getting late in the afternoon to travel? I hate to travel at night.. \" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe stood, looking back and forth at the crowd and the hill giant. He checked his coin pouch and shifted it to a less accessible location. Finally, in dismay, he sighed.\n\n \"I don't suppose you may know a way around this,\" he asks the mountain of humanoid? \"My Mistress will be coming soon, and needing her horse and things from the Sleeping Centaur Inn.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin shook her head. \"No, I would not suggest leaving immediately unless for some reason the others insist... Indeed I should think it would be too dangerous to travel at night. But we paid for two nights and it seems we'll use only one, unless there is much delay and supplying to be done...\" \n\nShe shrugged her armored shoulders slightly. \"Everyone seems eager.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - Neatly folded and tucked into the sleeve of her leather tunic and glove) \n\nThe eyes... so many watching her, it nearly felt as if she were back at home, the eldest daughter of the Matron Mother. Trying to ignore a forboding feeling, she stepped toward the crowd. I only have to get to the Inn... Kelzir will be there, safely. He's used to avoiding undue attention. \n\nWith a deep breath, she tucked the map more securely into her sleeve, ensuring that she did not remove it or reveal exactly what she was doing, aside from straightening her clothing, and pulled her gloves over the gap to make doubly sure that it wasn't lost. Especially considering Kelzir's revelation that it could, indeed, lead to someone or something that would help them battle the Queen's influence over their people.\n\n Consider where it was. Consider that it was in Torm's temple, out of her reach... he could be very correct. \n\nDown the steps, down the street, she headed right into the midst of the crowd, peering over and between bodies as she went, to see exactly what sort of fight the onlookers were encouraging. Her eyes widened at the fighting style and armor as some distant scene played in her memory. No. No, this is a city built by Dark Elves. He must have been trained here. " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Kelzir: \n\nThe hill giant smiled to him and nodded like a moron. he turned around and screamed with a loud bellowing yell that could be heard clearly at the stables behind the Temple of Torm.\n\n \"EVERYBODY MOVE!\" The hill giant started walking forward, splitting the massive crowd in two. using his height and weight he plowed forward, giving Kelzir a path through to the other street four people wide. All eyes were on the giant and then the seeming noble dark elf that followed him.\n\nOnce he cleared the crowd, the giant turned to Kelzir and nodded to him and kneeled down, offering his hand again, this time speaking softly.\n\n \"Grakk.\" " }, { "author": "RelentlessImp", "message": " Orophen \n\nOrophen follows quietly to the stables, lingering near the Paladin as he watches the wild elf ... is doing something. What in the hells? Was she speaking to the horses?\n\nShaking his head, he leaned upon the rapier in his hand, looking at Jessamyn.\n\n \"Of course they seem eager. It's a good old-fashioned quest, the likes of which adventurers have been traveling upon since the dawn of time!\" The elf gave a brief smile. \"They are eager to go and to carve their names and earn their fortune. Why would they not be?\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - Neatly folded and tucked into the sleeve of her leather tunic and glove) \n\nThe booming command to move startled her out of her concentration to the point of shouldering a passerby, to which she murmured an apology and hoped that they did not take offense. Her quiet expiation was cut abruptly short as she recognized the form following a Hill Giant through the crowd. How could anyone miss such a display?\n\n ...Kelzir? \n\nWith her former slave's safety as her only thought, she rushed to meet the gap, hoping to reach the break in bodies before the crowd closed around it again." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nThe explosion of sound caused him to jump and bring his hands to his ears. Noticing the giants motion, he followed it through the breach of lowering his hands back to his sides and attempting to give off some air of dignity. He was fully aware of the eyes upon him and his large cohort, and was fairly certain that there were going to be some irate people around. Mostly those that had been engaged in betting on which of the two combatants was going to be the winner.\n\nWhen the giant actually kneeled down to him, he blinked in surprise. His mind twitched slightly as his thoughts reeled. The soft spoken, for something that size, introduction snapped him out of it. With a slight smile, he reached out and made a try of taking the giant's hand, more likely ending up with a finger or two.\n\n \"Thank you, Grakk.\" He lifted his other hand, to poke himself in the chest with his thumb, and speaking carefully. \"Kel-zeer.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin nodded slightly at Orophen's words. \"Only that we have been well-warned by the Holy Champion as well as being encouraged. Racing into the jungle in the dark would be foolhardy.\" \n\nNot that she wouldn't do it anyway, if the situation required. Her green gaze moved methodically from Fistar to the stables to the back street on which they stood, never pausing on any of their watchers, just keeping everything in sight as they waited." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf followed the conversations briefly and agreed with the paladin, \"Very much so, I suggest we gather all ourselves together and go to the Inn, I'm sure the other two would be there waiting. \" He thought for a moment, \"I guess leaving first thing in the morning, would be the plan,\" he smiled and looked at the new elf. \"Orophen.. is it? Do you require a horse as well, and supplies? The kind people here are willing to lend them to us for this endevour.\" \n\nFistar then looked at his horse and frowned, \"Mind you I wonder if they just want to get rid of that nuisance, \" he sighed and walked towards his horse and nimbly jumped onto the saddle, \"Well, Jessamyn shall I wait for the rest to get ready, or meet you at the Inn?\" As the rogue was talking, he felt the horse shift under him, and then the saddle slide around the girth, promptly throwing him to the ground. He got up and started swearing in a mixed of elvish and common. While comparing the horse's linage to that of ass's and donkey's, Fistar started to reset the the saddle on the horse, doing a quick elbow to horse's rib, to expell the breath as he tighten the girth belt." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"I would rather the four of us go together than further split. Zarraema and--\" She paused a moment, trying to recall the male drow's name. \"--Kelzir will likely be together, we will meet them at the inn.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf finished up with Jumper, this time double checking all the straps and bindings. As he thought about the return to the inn, he schemed on how to still retain a profit. He looked at the group, hoping that everyone was ready, he hopped onto his horse, Jumper shifted again almost making the rogue lose his balance, he smirked, \"Now now, lets try to be friends ok? \" patting Jumper's neck, \"I'll even tell you some nice stories as we travel. \" \n\nHe glanced back at the group, \"Well looks like we are ready to move on.. so lets head out then. If we seperated by accident, just meet at the inn.\" He then headed out of the courtyard, onto the sreets." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Orophen Looks to you all and his face almost drains of color. his hands wring each other as he looks back to the church. He begins taking steps backwards and then speaks up.\n\"I um...seem to have forgotten something in the church. The Sleeping Centaur you say? I shall go gather my things, and meet you either there in the bar, or outside of town. If you plan on leaving tonight, I will be outside the city walls..waiting.\"\n\nOrophen turn around and curses himself for forgetting a most important piece of his gear. He swiftly dissapears around a corner.\n \n ******** The rest of you gather your things and gain any equipment from the general goods store and then saddle up and move down the alleyway toward the Sleeping Centaur. You can still feel eyes on you as you move through the shaded alleyway from the hot sun. You emerge behind a corner building where two streets meet, and notice a large crowd off to your right who have gathered for some reason or another. From your raised position, you can see a open space in the center of the mob and some sort of activity is going on. A large hill giant is standing on the edge of the crowd and turns to look at your riding group, then pays you no more mind and continues to watch the fight.\n\nYou turn and ride up the road, away from the ruckus and see the familiar knife riddled sign of the Sleeping Centaur Inn.\n\nThe crowd is thick here in this part of town, merchants selling their wares and regular townsfolk passing through on their way to whatever it is they do.Riding is slow going, as to not knock anyone over.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n Etsia and Fistar, roll a spot check\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar eyes darted around the crowd as he moved though towards the inn.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 7 ](8) \n\nedit: :P Its that purple people eater monster again... its been following Fistar.\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nAfter she had learned how to saddle the horse -- the stallion had told her that the saddle riders called him 'Elmshadow' -- Etsia had visited the supply shop briefly. After a moment of trying on different clothes and finding most of them helplessly way too big, she had eventually managed to gather a warmer outfit consisting of cloth and wool and leather, with some fur garments on top for the coldest weathers. She had also picked saddlebags for the horse, two blankets and another waterskin. After a moment of poking at the rations dubiously and sniffing at them, she had also taken some smoked meat, dried fruit and nuts and cheese as well as feed for Elmshadow. And some apples.\n\nShe had packed all her new things into the saddlebags for the big stallion to carry and after a moment of watching the saddle with consideration, she had also managed to mount up. Granted the process had been more or less her leaping high and grabbing hold of the saddle to swing herself onto it than the more traditional way, but it had worked.\n\nSo now she was following the others, riding on her own! It felt strange, being positioned so high above the street, looking down at people instead of up, as she usually had to. The hawk on her backpack seemed to sense her mood and took flight to stretch its wings and to enjoy the air.\n\nEtsia glanced up at its soaring, then back down and around her to make sure Elmshadow wasn't stepping on anyone while she wasn't looking!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You both ride through the crowd, following Jessamyn. You see things that you'd never imagine as you travel the roads. people are crammed shouldet to shoulder, and your horses make a nice path as you make your way to the Inn to catch up with your dark elven friends.\n\nYou know Orophen will never catch up and decide to just continue on and if he catches up..he catches up...if not...less things to wory about.\n\nPeople bumping your horse and your legs as you ride make you watch all around you at the people and types of things touching you.\n\nHumans, orc, drow, hal elves, halflings, hobgoblins, gnolls, gruargh, lizardmen, ogres..it's strange to see so many different types of people in one town.." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nJessamyn was walking, since Ghost and her gear were back at the inn, so no doubt she got jostled more than the others.\n\nOf course, she was also a tall armored woman with a six-foot sword and a Tormite tabard, so possibly not.\n\nOnward!" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nWithout a word, he walked into the stables of the inn and located his Mistress' horse. The saddle and blanket were nearby on the stall rail. Without waiting, he slipped the blanket over the horse's back, followed by the saddle itself. With a few deft motions, it was secured and followed by reigns. Leaving a few silver, he led the horse out to await Zarraema at the front of the inn." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (map - still tucked in her sleeve/gauntlet) \n\nIt hadn't been an easy trek to the Inn. As the Hill Giant's wake closed in around her, elbows and other appendages bumped and harried her. Setting her face to a stolid, determined expression, she pushed through the sea of people. Fear at the many hands and eyes on her crept into her throat and hung there until she finally pushed free of the throng.\n\nTo calm herself, she allowed the memories of Kelzir's song to drift over her mind; the soothing words gave her back her courage and the resolution not to falter. The Inn was finally in sight by the time she'd managed to regain her composure and Kelzir's presence, standing there with the horse he'd found for her, brought a gentle smile to her face. How could I have ever been cruel to him? \n \"I'm pleased that you were able to navigate the crowd, Kelzir. You've managed to learn a good deal more than I since coming to the surface.\" The smile fades by a degree as someone's voice echoed through her memories, reminding her of the inferiority of males. Those ways are gone. We are here now, and as soon as I manage a private place, where the embarrassment of his station can be concealed, I will remedy one of my mistakes. " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \nThe rogue looked at the throngs of people, the mix of the different races, colors filled the boulavard. Seeing the Inn up ahead, he quickly dismounted taking the reins in his hand and head towards it.\n\nHe tried to spot the stable boy who was there earlier and did not seeing him, instead he saw the two dark elf companions waiting out front.\n\n \"Shesh, everyone around here seems to be in a hurry, do you expect to sleep on the road tonight? \" He inquired, \" Not that I mind, I'm sure there are plenty of bandits around, that will need a good thrashing. \" he chuckled.\n\n \"Personally since its late in day, I think we should just spend the night here and leave at first light.\" He looked at Zarraema, \"Do you still have that item from the library?\" \n\nJumper the horse seeing his opportunity, at this moment tossed his head yanking back on the reigns, which pulled Fistar off his feet and on to his ass. He got up and started swearing at the horse in elven." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - still tucked in her sleeve/glove) \n\nWaiting patiently for his tirade at the horse to cease, she patted the belt pouch in which she kept a few trinkets.\n\n \"I do.\" \n And I don't trust you with the possible information it holds. Mistrust born of necessity came naturally to most of those raised in the Underdark - as did misdirection and deception. Unfortunately for the former Priestess of the Spider Queen, her recent, honest tendencies caused her eyes to shift away and her stance remained slightly insecure.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRoll Bluff Check for Zarraema's attempted misdirection:\n (1d20+2)[ 2 ](4) \n\n(wow, cannot get a break on rolls with this group!)\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin led her small part of the group carefully through the crowd toward the Sleeping Centaur's stables. \"If we're staying here overnight, we'll have to lodge the horses for a bit. We'll need to call everyone together and figure out the full plan,\" she spoke over her shoulder to Etsia.\n\nShe turned her attention back to the street as they drew near the Inn, that feeling of being watched still putting her on edge. Whatever the Holy Champion had said, whatever the Gothmoor history book had detailed, this still felt like a strange and uncomfortable city to the young Tormite. Perhaps in the future, when she had a chance to get used to it, to see how Torm's duties directed her with so many Underdark faces among the crowd...\n\nSpeaking of Underdark faces, she caught sight of Zarraema and Kelzir as they broke through the crowd, there at the front with Fistar. A smile of relief touched her face briefly--so they had not all vanished into the twisting streets after all. She led on toward them, giving all three a polite nod as she stepped up with the faint scuff of armored boots." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nHaving followed the tall armored woman carefully -- she was certain she'd get lost within these buildings and streets that all looked the same to her without guidance -- Etsia was glad to arrive back at the stables. She hopped down from the saddle and patted Elmshadow.\n\nShe did not bother to hold onto the reins really, after all, the palomino stallion had said he'd be her companion. Instead she offered him an apple and while he crunched on it, she concentrated on petting and braiding his mane, watching the others.\n\n \"...we could also sleep under the stars...\" Her tone made it obvious that this option sounded heavenly to her in comparison to the crowded buildings." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \nFistar, looked at the dark elf woman, noticing the uncertainity in her eyes. She could be telling the truth he thought, but he very much doubt it. \"Well as long as you still have it and don't plan to run off without me tagging along, I'll be happy, \" giving a wry grin to Zarraema.\n\nThe wood elf watched the approach of the paladin and listened to her and with a nod he grinned.\n\n \"Finally someone who has enough sense to see its too late to travel, \" the wood elf looked at the armored woman, then without much fuss he took his horse around to the stables. As he was walking he heard Etsia commented about sleeping under the stars, he grimmaced slightly, \"Well you can always sleep on the roof, \" he chuckled, \"Barring that, there maybe a park around here, mind you, I wouldn't trust myself alone in it at night, \" he grinned. \"You will never know what kind of two legged beasties are about at night.\" The wood elf looked at the diminative wild elf and thought a moment, \"There maybe room in the stables, if its the crowded buildings your afraid of, at least it maybe suited for you then a closed in room.\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe bowed to Zarraema as she came upon him, his eyes still shifting back and forth, through the crowds. The fact that she'd returned alone and not with the others, was noted with an inward frown. With another bow, his musical voice was quietly heard again.\n\n \"One city is much like any other, Mistress. I am used to making my path and finding my way around obstacles. And also adept at avoiding the incursion of another's wrath. If I'd been delayed, then your horse would not be ready.\" \n\nThe noisy elf was bouncing around again, and it appeared he'd found a rather ... entertaining horse. The fact that he seemed to know nothing of the animals, nearly brought a smile to Kelzir's face. Alarms kept sounding in his mind whenever Fistar was nearby, the way he moved, the way he kept weapons, the fact that he was always chattering about something. It was a distraction, and an intended one that Fistar used to his advantage. The elf was deceitful, untrustworthy, double-dealing, and imminently opprotunistic, in some ways, Kelzir was amazed that the surface elf's skin was so pale.\n\nWhen mention of the map crossed Fistar's mouth again, Kelzir hid the furrowing of his brow and slight frown by keeping his head bowed.\n\n \"Do you still have that item from the library?\" Fistar had asked, then followed it up with another statement. \"Well as long as you still have it and don't plan to run off without me tagging along, I'll be happy, \" \n\nAgain, the warnings rang out. This one was to be watched, not trusted, and most definitely kept on a short string, somehow. Fistar was interested in money, quick loot, and keeping his own ass safe as he could ... nothing more ... all he seemed to want was a quick trip to the pawn shop.\n\nHe noticed the Holy Warrioress and tiny, even to him, Druid returning, he breathed a little easier. Perhaps the ironclad woman would reign Fistar in and keep him in check. The advent of another, behind those he already knew caused him to surreptitiously scan the stranger. From under lowered brow he noted carefully the crease of pants, boots and their shine, another elf, from the size of the feet and light imprint they left on the road." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You all stable your horses, and as you walk back o the Inn, you see the tall lamps that dot the streets begin to be lit by the lamplighter's guild. Slowly the city falls under the blanket of dusk and the city is aglow in he evening sky. You move past those rushing to get hom or whereever, and make it back into the Sleeping Centaur. The barkeep smiles at your return and gives a few kind words as he wipes the same spot on the bar down six or seven hundred times.The taproom is jumping. full with people to the point of having to twist around a few people to get to the stairwell. It doesn't take long to see there will be people down here for quite a while.\n\nYou get your keys from him and move up into theupstairs section of the inn/tavern and walk to your rooms. There are two rooms, across the hall from each other and they are at the end of the hallway. Your belongings have be taken up to the rooms respectively and the items carefully placed by the door by unseen hands.\n\nYou all stand in the hallways, looking back and forth and decide who sleeps where.\n\n\nooc: \n Spoiler \n(decide who is sleping where and we'll carry on from here...)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin wasted no time in staring at closed doors, but stepped around the baggage to peer into first one room, then the other. After only a moment's thought, she hefted her bags off the floor and carried them into the rightward room.\n\nDropping her belongings near the table, she moved to check the windows--their locks, the ease of opening, what they looked out upon--before bothering to take in the rest of the room. Whoever else entered after her could choose their bed first." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia didn't even look at the rooms. Instead she watched the tall woman with green sharp eyes like a little hawk. When she walked into the one on the right, she followed immediately and without a second thought hopped on the bed nearest to the window and outdoors. She frowned a little at the whole bed notion, set her bag on it, moved around, tried if it bounced, poked at the pillows, peered under the mattress... eventually she stopped and joined Jessamyn at the window.\n \n\"Can we open it? It's hard to breathe in here and the hawk cannot come in if it's closed.\" She knocked on the glass and pressed her nose against it." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf shrugged, one room is as good as the other to him. He watched the paladin and the wild elf choose the right most room, he looked at the dark elves contemplating. Fistar wondered if he should keep an eye on the one carrying the map, nibbling his lower lip in indecision. He had heard so many rumors about the dark elves in general, maybe it would be safest to stay with the paladin for the moment, until he got the feel for these dark elves.\n\nHe glanced at the wild elf, watching her forlornly looking out the window. He chuckled, making a decision, he grabbed his bags and tossed them on the bed nearest to the door, he walked up to the window, \"Here let me help you with this. \" He glanced at the catch noting how it worked, his mind working out ways of opening it from the outside, he then released the catch and opened the window. \"There you go, my friend.\" looking at the wild elf, \"I'm assuming you will be sleeping by the window. Do call out if you feel that some one is about to enter thru that way. \" he chuckled, \"I remebered when ...\" Fistar continued chatting about a time when while sleeping with a window open a friend snucked in and placed water bowls around his bed. As he chatted he went to the bed closest to the door and checked his baggage before placing them on the floor, he took out a dagger and placed under his pillow before flopping onto the bed with his hands behind his head." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The rooms are comfy. Not too greatly furnished...but Comfy. Three small beds in each, footlockers for those who stay a bit longer, each one has a key hanging from an open lock. a small round table with three backless stoll under it is the only other remaining piece of furniture other than some old, dusty drapes, nailed to the wall above the window.\n\nThe window frame is about 2 foot wide and 3 foot tall.(60 cm x 91cm) the wood is thick , old and worn. The window is nice and sturdy, no wory of it breaking, but the building itself smells of age. Not must and dust, but just...aged wood. There are three lanterns around each the rooms, and lighting sticks.\n\nFistar opens the window with much pressur and defiance from the warped and aged wood, but finally the window slides up without problem. the smell of the ocean can be found on the wind and the air sends a nice breeze through your room and down into the hall." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia grinned and almost bounced up and down a little. Then she poked her head out of the window and let out a shrill hawk-shriek. In a moment her companion flew down and settled to perch on the window sill, peering inside, obviously dubious.\n\nThe wild elf ran her fingers over the hawk's feathers lightly, mimicking grooming, and turned to beam at the wood elf. \"Thanks!\" Then she looked up at the tall woman. \"I think it can sleep here. It'll wake up and be very angry if anything tries to come in...\" It was obvious the hawk would not want to come further in than the window sill." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nAs Fistar rambled, the paladin pondered the window as if trying to decide the best way to cram a chatterbox through it.\n\nShe blinked at the screech from the wild elf, and stepped back respectfully as the hawk landed on the sill. \"If it's comfortable there, I think that's acceptable,\" she said. \"We can open the other window as well. Do you want the corner bed with both windows?\" \n\nExpecting the answer to be yes, she moved already to place her gear by the middle bed. Slinging the greatsword and its long strap from her back, she placed it across the foot of the bed and perched there, facing away from Fistar as she tugged at the buckles on her banded armor." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded enthusiastically at the tall woman's question about beds -- the one near both the windows was almost tolerable for being indoors. She groomed the hawk for a while still, then hopped on her bed and after a while of inspection and seemingly random blanket removal and replacement, was more or less nested within the big blankets like a little bird. She nodded again, in some sort of half-approval and then flopped down and closed her eyes. It had been a strange and exciting day for a small wild elf and she was soon asleep." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KILZIR \n\nKelzir watched quietly as the variety of people invaded the right hand room. Noticing the odd sort of hesitancy the dagger wielder displayed, before following the small elf. There was an inward frown, because of it. They'd drawn attention, possibly unwanted attention, from that one. And his intermittent harping on the map his Mistress held, was enough to set the alarms off in his head again.\n\nWithout a word, he lifted his and Zarraema's things, and moved into the unoccupied room. Setting their parcels down, he moved to the center bed and tested it to see how firm it was, the softness, the feel of the blankets. After satisfying himself, he then performed the same task on the bed closest to the window.\n\nWith a slight frown, he pulled the mattress from the center bed and set it on the floor, then lifted the one from the far corner bed and set it on empty frame. With a small effort, he then lifted the mattress from the floor and placed it on top of the one he'd just moved. With efficiency and precision born of decades of performance, he covered and neatly arranged the coverings for the maximum of comfort.\n\nHe stood, surveying his work for a short time, again frowning. The distaste blatantly evident that the bedding was so crude. With a slight sigh, he then turned to their bags and knelt at the center chest. He removed various articles, placing them within the container for easier access. Stacking things neatly, or setting other items around breakables to protect them.\n\nHis last endeavor was to go to the window, and peer at what the view was like. Noticing how close the next building was, if there were windows across from them. Any possible handholds or odd outcroppings of random things. He checked the latch, ensuring it's ease or difficulty of release. Opening the latch, he determined if it was an upward or downward opening window then made sure it was shut tightly and latched again. Pulling a dagger from a boot, he wedged it into the window frame in order to hold the latch in place now that it was set properly.\n\nWhen he finally finished his work, he moved himself toward the center of the room, midway between the bed and chest. He surveyed his work, taking note of the items in the room. Finally, he lowered himself back onto his knees to await his Mistress' entrance and opinion of their sleeping accommodations." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - still tucked into her gauntlet/sleeve) \n\nShe slipped into the door and watched Kelzir work in a self-reproaching haze. How could I let him continue like this? I thought I'd left that life behind me. Dark Lady, how can I ask his forgiveness? Violet eyes followed his every movement, letting memories of their century or so together flitter by; every harsh word, every bitter strike of the scourge, every ... everything.\n\nWhen he finally knelt to await her orders, she knelt in front of him and let her chin rest on her chest as she avoided his eyes. Her shoulders sagged with the guilt of her past and her voice barely managed to push past the weight, \"Kelzir, have I lead you to believe that you are obligated to remain with me now that we are both ..free?\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar layed on the bed and was amazed on how the wild elf had called the hawk to the window. He watched the paladin moved thru the room and then choose the center bed placing her large sword at the foot of the bed. He grew silent and watched the paladin commenced to unbuckle her armor.\n\nThe wild elf continued preening the hawk, with a delightful look on her face before nodding to the paladin on the choice of beds. After a time she hopped on to her bed, rearranging it into a nest. He chuckled and wondered if she would sprout wings soon.\n\nHis mind turned the dark elves as heard the movement outside, he glanced at the open door and watched the two dark elves entered the other room. The wood elf wondered briefly what had finally driven out these dark elves into the light. The male was obviously a servant or slave of the female. He grimmaced slightly, why would anyone submit themselves that way. He sighed and glanced at the Jessamyn, briefly wondering what she was wearing under her armor.\n\n \"Well, I should see about getting a refund for the one night that we aren't staying here,\" he said as he swung his legs around on the bed and placed them on the floor. \"I'll go do that now.\" Sliding his hand under his pillow he retrieve his dagger and sheaved it.\n\nFistar checked to see if he had still had the key and then walked out the door and head down the stairs to the tavern. Once he got there he went to the bartender and explained to him that they had decided that they would be only staying the one night, not the two as they had previously thought.\n \"The rooms are under the name of Kelzir.\" he smiled at the bartender." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nJessamyn pulled her armor off bit by bit, exposing the padded tunic and trousers beneath. Nothing interesting for any rogues to see, at least at the moment. She checked over her armor automatically, examining it for rust or damage; remembering the rain earlier, she fetched supplies from her pack and worked over each piece.\n\nAll of this was done quietly, briskly. Finishing, she organized the armor carefully beside the bed--away from the window in case of a midnight squall--and set her Tormite tabard next to it. Reaching back, she tugged the clips from her hair and pulled it down.\n\nOnce undone from its coil of braids, the paladin's platinum hair was extremely long--impractically so, falling almost to her knees. With brush and comb, she worked the full length of it slowly. Her green gaze roamed back and forth between the door and windows, slightly-pointed ears attuned to the sounds of the tavern below and the streets outside.\n\nFinishing the brushwork, she divided the strands and expertly began reweaving the long braid." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nKelzir knelt for a while, contemplating his answer. There were many things that he could say, obvious answers that could be given. The simple fact that he'd thought of this very same thing earlier today was interesting. Finally he settled for the simple truth.\n\n \"Free Mistress? Both?\" his words were gentle. \"My body has never known what this word means. For that is all it had been, just a word. My obligation to you has been forged over a hundred and ten years. For well over a century, I have known many things, but to be free is not one of them.\" \n\nHe sighed slightly, still contemplating the question she asked of him. But then a small smile came to his face as he reached out and placed a finger under her chin to raise here eyes to his. He looked into them, the red tinged violet glowing slightly in the darkened room.\n \n\"But that is not all, I've known. My body has been tortured, abused, used for sport, pleasure and as a tool.\" His words came stronger, though just as quiet as before. \"There are certain things, that I may never overcome, because of my sojourn in the Underdark.\" \n\nIf any were watching, the smile he beamed at her belied the collar around his neck and the attitude he carried himself with. It was an honest smile, not one forced from a face that had always known darkness. It was clean, untainted by the evil it had survived for so long. It was a shining beacon, against inky black skin. A spark in the darkness.\n\n \"My soul has always belonged to Eilistraee, from the moment I was born. From that first time I found you weeping for the injustice brought down on you, ninety years or so ago. Eight horses passed their lives, waiting and being well fed for the time you would depart. Any of those years, I could have disappeared, and none would have missed me ... save yourself perhaps. But our Goddess bade me to watch, wait, and let kindness bring you to her.\" His smile, did not remain during the litany, if anything it grew stronger somehow, the deep notes of his trained voice, probably carrying further than he'd care for them to. \"No, Mistress, I have never been free. And even now, I am not free. I shall never be free in the sense that others understand. If not to you, then to another, and ultimately our Goddess Eilistraee. But, even in shackles, I have been happy.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (map - still tucked in the armor she hasn't taken off....yet!) \n\nGuilt settled heavily on her shoulders, draped like a wreath and gaining weight at each reminder of her hand in his training and slavery. Memories of her cruelty and their time in Lloth's temple during her last years of training seared her heart as he pulled at her chin.\n\nHow much pleasure she'd gotten from tormenting his every waking moment, for daring to make her uncomfortable by the gentleness of his presence. For all of the times she'd reveled in the fright she caused and the subversion of his faith ... how could he look at her and smile? Even with the burning away of her former self and the change she'd undergone with the Moon Maiden's help... I can never forgive myself. \n\nShe remembered the first time Kelzir had come to her attention. A selfish fit of bitter weeping at something rediculously trivial had sent her to her lavish rooms. From that day, and every other time she even thought to need him, he'd been there... that day, to dress the minor welts left by the Matron Mother's punishment for her insolence in breaking some trivial household rule. 'It doesn't have to be this way,' she remembered the words he'd whispered to her. At the time, barely more than a child, it hadn't meant anything. In the end, it was the flame that drew her to Eilistraee's teachings.\n\nShe finally found her voice, small as it felt compared to his resonate tones, \"...Kelzir, how can I allow you to continue as my slave, after all that you have done for me? It was your gentleness that taught me to dance and your songs that brought me out of the darkness. If anything, my gentle lover, it should be me who is bound in chains.\"\n \nToo heavy with her past, she leaned forward to lay her forehead on his shoulder, letting the waist-length white-silver hair drape over her, covering over the silent tears like a curtain." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe brought his arms around her, gently stroking her hair. The smile still on his face as he turned his eyes to the back of her head. He sat quietly, allowing her this moment before speaking again.\n\n \"Remember if you will, the question you demanded me answer on your return home.\" His voice gentle and strong. \"That I tell you what I had done to you. Explain how I'd bewitched you. I had done nothing, and still you did not believe me. But Eilistraee, had touched you. In binding me, she also bound you. So I return the question to you, now knowing this. How can I not continue as I have for so many years, keeping my faith burning brightly against darkness, hatred and evil?\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - yup, it's still there, tucked in the sleeve) \n\nShe left her head resting on his shoulder, letting his very presence give her courage as she remembered the beating she'd given him when he could not answer why he'd remained foremost in her mind during her first year of Temple Training. How humiliating to be a novice in Lloth's temple and yearn for any specific man's company. Especially her slave! She'd come very near to killing him that night, and even after her rage had subsided, he'd been gentle and kind.\n\n \"...please, Kelzir, let me at least take the mark of shame from around your neck? Stay and be near me, fight the Dark Queen's influence with me, if you wish, but do so because you wish it, not because you wear a collar and a brand...and not because I wish it. Please, tell me how I can give you freedom?\" \n\nHis gentle hands smoothing her hair and the deep tones of his voice could only soothe so much. Even the Goddess' gentle teachings could do nothing more than deepen the guilt. I will find a way to atone. I will... " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe continued stroking her hair, letting his hand run as far as he could along the length of it. His posture, though kneeling, was anything but servile at the moment. She could feel him shake his head against her.\n\n \"Zarraema, this collar is nothing more than a piece of jewelry to me. It is no mark of shame. It speaks a thousand things that I do not have the words for. I do not know what freedom is, nor do I care. I have not stayed with you for all your life because of a simple piece of metal. I stayed because Eilistraee wished me to, and because I wanted to.\"\n\n\"I stay now, because I have no desire to be anywhere else and our Goddess has not bade me to depart. This simple piece of metal, says I have survived the worst that the Demon Spider Queen could bring to bear. I have not gone unscathed, but I have survived. It says that Eilistraee's power is greater than that of any drow. It is a symbol of pride, of endurance, of dedication, of kindness, and of love.\"\n\n\"I wear it, to show others that faith in something greater than themselves can help them overcome even the darkest adversity. I wear it to show that even somebody so low as to be little more than a scraping off a boot, can make a difference. I wear it to give others of our people, hope.\"\n\n\"In all the years we were in the Underdark, I have had a hand in many escaping the clutches of the Queen of Spiders. I have helped others leave the city to start new lives elsewhere. I have shown others the way out, the way to the freedom you now have. I am enslaved by my faith and devotion. And were I to not have this around my neck, then others may never know that .... It doesn't have to be this way.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n (Map - guess what! ...it won't be in her sleeve for much longer!) \n\nThe sound of her name without the title shook her out of her penitent haze enough to look up. He'd been a lifetime in her House's service and months with her on the surface, and she'd never known of his assistance to others, only that he'd waited for her before escaping, himself. The depth of his devotion to the Dark Maiden and love for their people, despite the way he'd been treated...or, because of it...humbled her.\n\nThat his collar, a beacon of her shame, meant so much to him, caused a sudden impulse to touch the adamantite band at his throat - just a piece of metal, a relic from a minor House, that held such a dichotomy of meaning. As she touched it, she leaned forward to touch a kiss to his forehead, \"I will never ask you to take it off, again.\" \n \"Here,\" a sudden thought caused her to push a shaky finger into her sleeve to fish the folded map out, \"You should be the one to carry this. If it is what you suggested, then you are the only one that can be trusted with its safety.\" For a moment, she fumbled with the bit of parchment, still trying to pull herself out of the shadows of the Underdark.\n\n Dark Lady, guide me, her spirit pleaded." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (Map? What map? I have a map? Oh, you mean this map.) \n\nSilently his hand takes the parchment from her. Under his deft fingers, he carefully refolds it in a specific manner and then tugs the collar. Under his grasp, it moves away from his neck, stretching slightly, and his fingers part the leather backing on it. Deftly, and with much practice, he slips the folded parchment into the backing and lets the collar rest easy against his skin again.\n\n \"I will hold it for you, Mistress. Until you need it again,\" he whispers. \"I may be wrong, I may be right. There is no knowing until we find what lies at the end of the search.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarramea: \n (FINALLY free of the map!) \n\nHis trickery actually brought a smile to her lips, that explains so many things... A male slave in her mother's House could never have been assured of any stitch of clothing, but always of his collar.\n\n \"It could as easily be a trap or treasure as a key, but for tonight, we can't know.\" \n\nA faint smile touched her lips, weighted with the previous discussion but still true. \"Kelzir, will you sing for me? I feel heavy, I think there's room enough in here to dance, and the moonlight from the window will have to do. I ... will you do me the honor of helping my devotions, tonight?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n ( Bearer of the One Map, folded carefully behind collar. ) \n \"Our devotions, Mistress. Our devotions.\" \n\nHe rises and retrieves his drow made lute, then moves some of the furniture around to provide a little more open space before closing the door. Finally he settles himself in a corner, out of the way. He clears his throat, and shakes his hands before beginning.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPerform: (1d20+4)[ 8 ](12) \n \n\n\nHe winces slightly at the notes, obviously still a little unsettled by the events of the day. It wasn't his best, but it still wasn't too bad. With a slight shake of his head at himself, he decides to carry on. Starting with a light step, and flowing into a graceful turn. He plays not for the woman dancing before him, but for a Goddess he's never seen, but who has been the core of his life since he can remember." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nA deep breath begins her preparations for devotion as her fingers deftly work at the fastenings of her armor until it all lay neatly folded at the foot of the bed that Kelzir had prepared. With haste, but not without grace, she doused the lights and stood bare in body and spirit in the faint moonlight trickling from the only window.\n\nThe room melted from her vision, leaving only the vague sense of where objects lay in her way. As Kelzir's song began, she let the emotions bleed into a simple sway and escalate from there in concert with the bard's song and her own inner workings; giving it all over to Eilistraee's sight. Somewhere during the dance, her sorrow gave way to the peace of being away and the hope that she could somehow show the Maiden's gentleness to others.\n\nThrough most of the night she danced, until she could do nothing else but sway from the weariness of the day and the exertions of the devotion." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n\n((This map explain all the doors enough for ya there, Edo? lol))\n\n Kelzir: After maneuvering the beds to ther desired positions, taking apart one of the beds to double Zarraema's, you look out the window. There are different sized rocks and stone, that make up the outser wall of the Inn/tavern. even a one handed blind dark elf could easily make his way to the window. Below your window is a large wagon of hay, into a large pile ((for possible escape out the window if needed.) The next building closest to your side of the inn is over 20' out, and there is another window directly across from yours. The window is dark and curtained, and you remember noticing that the building below is a bakery. The stars outside shine brightly and the cloudless night sky allow the moon to shine into the room, adding additional light. With a thunk your dagger bites into the old wood, wedging the window closed.\n\n\n Fistar You walk down the stairs into the Sleeping Centaur and see that the room is still in full swing. many groups sit around and drink and talk amongst themselves. The few who are not totally smashed drunk turn to watch you arrive into the room as your leather soled boots clack on each step. You make it through the crowd to the bar and begin talking over the price with the tender, and he refuses to give you the money back until he can guarantee the rooms are usable again come morning. \"Consider it a security deposit.\" is what he keeps repeating.\n\nThe first thing you sense is the smell of fragrant wildflowers and honey. If wafts over your shoulder and almost turns your head for you. Your eyes spot a woman with half elven ears poking through fire red curly hair. her face is made up, which marks her for a woman on the prowl. Her beauty is shining through the makeup, but her smile stuns you for a few seconds. She tilts her head to one side and folds her arms under her ample chest as her hip shoots out to a side and she stands, smiling to you. \"My lord, may I buy you a drink?\" \nHer voice is like satin tickling your ears. Her aura screams of sex and she knows it." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nAfter arguing with the bartender for a bit, the wood elf rogue gave up with a sigh and grumbled. “Very well, I will see you in the morning.” \n\nThe fresh scent of wild flowers and honey enticed him to look at the half elf. Her offer to buy him a drink agreed with him. He chuckled and gave the half elf an appraising look, “I’m not one to pass up an offer of a drink from a beautiful female.” He wryly grinned at her. “Bartender, I’ll have an ale, if you don’t mind and the lady will have…, “ quirking an eyebrow at her with a tilt to his head." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The Female nodded to the tender and slid two waterhavian gold across the bar. She took her own mug of ale and moved her eyes over to the wood elf. She smiled and averted her eyes, then looked back to Fistar slowly. Those emerald green eyes look the wood elf over, and then return to lock onto his.\n \"Are you a guard, or some sort of adventurer?\" Her hand runs along the sheath of your dagger. her delicate fingers stroking the leather hanging from your belt, holding the dagger in.\n\n OOC : \n Spoiler \n\nneed a sense motive check\nneed a spot check\n \n\n\n\nKelzir and Zarraema:\nYour time together in the warm soft bed seems timeless and the noise from downstairs seems to \"drown out' any stray noises, moans or yelps that come from your room. You feel safe and secure.\n OOC : \n Spoiler \nboth of you roll me a listen check.\n \n\n\nJessamyn and Etsia:\nThe cooling ocean breeze feels good across the room and brings the stemy temperature of the room down by at least 20 degrees. THe hawk claws at the soft wood,trying to pull up a bit, looking for grubs. it then squats down and buries it's head until the random noise makes it pop up and look around, noise form downstairs, to noises of carts and wagons outside. the city is as strange to it as it is to Etsia. the light gone over the mountains have the dusk sky darkening.\n OOC : \n Spoiler \nboth of you rolls me a listen check. Vie roll another at +5 of yours for the Hawk\n \n\n\n\n\n\n." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia was dreaming. She was climbing in the big trees of her home jungle, her hawk companion swooping down on occasion, scouting for her. She was searching for something, but she could not remember what -- not until she caught a whiff of white fur in the distance. White Fox. The trees vanished, the warmth of the jungle went with it, and she was standing in the streets of Gothmoor, the crowds of big people blocking her view, making it impossible to find the totem animal. The hawk in the air screamed of frustration. I can't go home without you! She ran through the streets that all looked the same, trying to catch that same spot of white fur in the distance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEtsia: Listen - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \nHawk: Listen - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin had laid back in bed but not quite closed her eyes yet... Staring at the ceiling, she considered the events of the day, her new companions, the city's strange history. Their upcoming excursion.\n\nWhy in the world Fistar hadn't returned yet...\n\nShe wasn't sure she really wanted to know.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen: (1d20+3)[ 19 ](22) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue watched the female half elf glanced at her hand briefly as she caress the sheath of his dagger. He chuckled softly as he lightly placed his hand over her hand that is carress the sheath, \"I'm an adventurer dear lady,\" he slyly grinned. \"... and as always looking for new ways to make some gold.\" He shifted his body, so that his dagger is away from her hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Sense Motive - (1d20-1)[ 9 ](8) \n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 14 ](15) \n\n((I think Fistar is still carrying his rapier, he didn't take it off when he was upstairs in the room.. just making sure, that he's still armed. Edit: Bah.. he can't sense his own mothers motive. chuckles))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (Map, still hidden and safe behind the collar) \n\nHe lay in the after effects of their time together, allowing the feelings to drift slowly away. Though languid, his eyes and ears still stayed alert for any signs of trouble. It was the way of the Underdark, always alert. There was an old saying amongst the drow.\n\n\"He who watches his back, meets death from the front.\"\n\nThat couldn't be more true than it was now. In a strange land, with factions warring in subtle means along the shadows. They were adrift, and unbound by local factions, which meant they were a danger to the established orders. They'd been warned as much by the strangers in the bar, though Zarraema had been the one they'd talked with, his ears were still keen when attentive.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check: (1d20+4)[ 5 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nWeariness held no sway over the enjoyment of Kelzir's company, but as she lay there with him, holding and being held, the caravan journey, the visit to the temple, and the emotional strain of the day pulled at her eyes and enticed her to sleep.\n\nUnused to the boisterous noises from the inn or the surroundings, even as tired as she was, she tried to keep her senses sharp. This strange land with strange peoples could be just as dangerous as the Underdark, simply in less familiar ways.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 5 ](10) \n(Yay for mediocre rolls!)\n \n\n\nDespite her life in the Underdark, however, sleep could not be denied forever. The exertions of the day, her devotion to Eilistraee, and her lovemaking with Kelzir all pushed her closer and closer to sleep's embrace." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n Jessamyn\nEtsia\nPirate 4\nPirate 3\nPirate 2\nPirate 1\nPirate 5\n\nThen round 1. \n Jessamyn & Etsia: You bolt upright and look to the door as it opens slowly and silently. The dull brown/orange glow from the hallway lanterns spill into the room as two silhouetted figures skulked into the room. The two men spot your both awake and draw out cutlasses.\n((you both get to take a free action before combat starts, at the end of your action, roll a 1d20 for initiative.))\n\n Zarraema and Kelzir: You both are too...\"into\"each other until you hear a boot scuff a raised floorboard edge IN YOUR ROOM, the sound of two men pulling cutlasses out of leather sheathes seperate you two from each other. They seem to be looking through the room and turn to you.\n((roll initiative (1d20) ))\n\n Fistar: The woman seems to be seriously interested in you, and you happen to spot a sailor creeping slowly up the stairs and dissapearing up into the 2nd floor. The woman looks from the dissapearing sailor back to your eyes and seems slightly offended your attention has been turned from her.\n\n \"A friend of yours?\" She asks, her tone slightly miffed, but she smiles, playing it as pretend. Her hand pulls back from your dagger, you've defensively covered from her and she runs her finger around the rim of her glass, watching you.\n\n((whatever you do, which is completely fine, but regardless of what you do, roll init...in addition to whatever else.))" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf chuckled and smiled at the woman, “No, not a friend of mine at all. He did seem a little sneaky to me though.” He glanced at the bartender, “You don’t happen to have any sailors staying on the second floor do you?” \n \n Spoiler \n\n Init - (1d20+4)[ 14 ](18) \n\nOOC: I'm going to roll sense motive again, on the sailor that was going up the stairs, you said he was creeping up.. so to Fistar he would worry about that, unless he dismissed it as just a sailor returning to his room. I'm assuming the first sense motive you had me roll was for the woman.\n\n/sigh, I know OOC what is happening upstairs.. but IC wise at this moment Fistar would only be unease about the sailor creeping up the stairs. I think.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20-1)[ 2 ](1) \n\n\n((OMG.... a 1 !!!!! /shakes his head, those people upstairs are so dead.))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (I map, still hidden, still mine, and ain't no pirate stealing my booty! Mangooooo!) \n \n Spoiler \n\nIniative (1d20+2)[ 19 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative (1d20)[ 15 ](15) \n(should be +1, Kelzir's player showed me! ...so, I should have a 16 <nods>)\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe white fox had stopped. It was sniffing the air dubiously, its ears flicking to catch any suspicious sound. Etsia caught up with it, out of breath, but instead of reaching toward the totem animal she stopped in her tracks, her long elven ears mimicking the fox's reaction. Something is wrong. \n\nThe fox emitted a low growl. The wild elf druid tried to squint into the growing shadows of the dream alleyway, but couldn't see anything. Was that a twig breaking under a foot, a sound of steps? But from where? The fox was growling louder, and suddenly it sprang around and leaped at her, sharp small teeth sinking into her wrist in a warning.\n\nEtsia bolted upright, her eyes snapped open. Strangers with weapons drawn. Enemies. The wild elf more or less dropped out of the bed as she lunged toward her weapons, grabbing her spear and standing up, trying to scoot toward the tall woman. As soon as she was standing, she shrieked. It was a hawk-sound of danger, a reflexive warning.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n\nIf she did too much in her free action, just tell me what to cut and edit and I'll do so. If the shriek doesn't get edited, the hawk should wake up -- not to mention the sound might possibly alarm Fistar. <.<\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nHaving been awake and listening for Fistar, the creeping intrusion was expected. However, the actual creepers...\n\nShe acted instinctively. Feet hooked beneath the sheath of the greatsword that lay across the end of her bed, and she pulled it to her as she drew her legs beneath her. Grabbing the hilt, she stood and braced her stance on the cushiony mattress, flinging the scabbard free. The long blade gleamed in the orange light from the hall. She fixed her gaze on the closest assailant.\n\n \"THIEF!\" she bellowed at the top of her lungs. No fear, no girly scream; the moral outrage and battlefield volume of a Tormite paladin.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n crosses fingers\nIntimidate (Demoralize Opponent): (1d20+1)[ 19 ](20) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n((Forgot initiative!))\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+1)[ 3 ](4) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Precombat round:\n\n Pirate 4: The dirty pirate with a balding head hid under a bandana tied in the back and a missing eye with empty socket stared at jessamyn as his greasy hand sliced his cutlass toward her.\n cutlass - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Pirate 3: THe long haired man with a fire red mustache lunged toward the almost nude elf with a club. The wood was coated with dried blood and looked as if it had been used many a time to brain a sleeping innocent.\n club - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n Pirate 2: Seeing the two dark elves this tall skinny privateer hooked a hand around Kelzir's leg and attempted to grapple him.\n \"Grab the beetch, Let us find it an be gone!\" the tall pirate hisses.\n grapple attack - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n \n Spoiler \n((If that succeeded on your base AC {because you're nekkid} flat footed, no dex, then on your next round we both roll grapple rolls, if yours is higher, you break the grapple, if the pirate's next grapple roll is higher, you two be scrappin bare handed yyeeeehaw!)) and no Attack of Opportunity from the grapple attempt, since you all were surpised and nekkid.\n \n\n Pirate 1: \"Aye-Aye, Cap'n.\" Hearing his leader's words, The fatter, striped shirt pirate with a missing ear and thre teeth grin a almost creepy smile at the naked female dark elf and he lunges at her swinging a club.\n club - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Initiative: Round 1 \n\nKelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19\nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5\n\n((Kelzir start us off.))" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The 20 on Etsia is a critical possible..rolling the confirmation\n\n[roll=crit]1d20+1[roll]\n dmg - (1d6)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The 20 on Etsia is a critical possible..rolling the confirmation\n\n crit - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n ooc: \n Spoiler \nbunny, if this hits you also, then add the two dmg up together..it's a crit..if it doesn't hit, just take the 4 dmg from the first one, ignoring this dmg.\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nThe hand around his ankle galvanizes him into motion, bringing his other leg around in an attempt at kicking the off-handed pirate in the side of his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack with a kick: (1d20)[ 17 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "((roll your d3 for dmg))\n\nlethal or non?" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nHave you ever known a drow to be anything BUT lethal?\nHowever, I'm currently unarmed ... so I'm not sure how that plays out. You're going to have to make that call. The rules are still unfamiliar to me.\nIf it's really up to me .. the jerk's gonna die.\n\nDAMAGE ROLL: (1d3+1)[ 2 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "(lethal it is..check the ooc thread in case.)\n\n\n Round1 \nKelzir: 21 -done \nJessamyn: 20 + \nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19\nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5\n\nJessamyn is up." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin shouted, \"Behind me!\" at Etsia as she brought the greatsword to bear and stabbed it down at the pirate who had stabbed the wild elf. She intended to take both pirates on while sheltering the smaller woman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack on Pirate 3: (1d20+4)[ 7 ](11) \nDamage (if applicable): (1d10+3)[ 9 ](12) --I think that's right, +3 strength bonus...\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The filthy bandana pirate (4) pauses and isn't sure what it is he is supposed to do, noticing that the female who was sleeping a second ago, is not standing on her bed swinging a sword almost as tall as he is. He looks from he filthy friend back to the door, then takes a step back..\nHolding Action\n\nThe Third pirate took a heavy swing at the elf and slammed the club into her shoulder with a solid hit, not breaking anything, and seeing the elf stil;l using the arm to scramble behind Jessamyn, the pirate took a step forward, not noticing the paladin swinging at him. He got his cutlass up in time to block the tip of the greatsword to cut a deep gash into his face. The fear laden grimace made the pirate stagger back and backpedal to stand at his friend's side, reevaluating their current plan of attack.\nHolding Action.\n\n\n Round1 \nKelzir: 21 -done \nJessamyn: 20 -done \nPirate 4: 20 -done \npirate 3: 19 -done \nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5\n\n\n\nThe Bartender washes a mug with a dirty rag and looks up to the sailor. Then the tender looks to Fistar and shrugs.\n \"Aye, we got a few up there, single rooms near your ro-\" \n \"THIEF!\" Fistar hears the paladin's voice scream from the far end of the hallway.\n\nThe bartender looks over to the door and sees his half orc bouncer carrying a drunken merchant out of the front doors. The half orc turns and looks to the stairs, then back to the tender confused.('uh, should I do this..or handle that?')\n\nOOC: ((Fistar, it'll take you one round to get through the taproom and to the top of the stairs...if you decide to.))" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe roar of \"THIEF\" reverbrated from above, Fistar glanced around quickly to make sure no one was pointing at him. With a sigh of relief he glanced at the woman and stepped away towards the stair case, \"Sorry Love, but that sounded like a friend of mine. \" grins slyly, \"Maybe we can meet up a bit later.\" He then bounded up the stairs, arming himself with is dagger and rapier. He reached the top of the stairway and looked down the hallway to see the afore mentioned sneaking sailor standing look out.\nHe slide his body to the wall of the hallway in an attempt to have a small profile and hopefully hide in the shadows. He then glanced back to the stairs to see if anyone was following as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1d20+4)[ 9 ](13) \n\n((seems like I did a lot of action here... I know you said one round, up to you, if you think it should be more with the actions I've taken.))\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Fistar: it's fine. good work.\n\nZarraema's turn." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nStunned into a moment of inaction at the sudden intrusion, she almost let the sweaty, half-rotting brute get too close. Her state of undress never crossed her mind as she silently thanked Eilistraee for being with her, giving her the wherewithal to duck her head and shoulders under the dirty club. Reversing her momentum in a blink, she stood back up, attempting to place her elbow in his solar plexus, fully intent upon killing her attacker.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n(Using this, until you tell me otherwise, Boss)\nElbow to Pirate 1 Solar Plexus:\n (1d20+2)[ 7 ](9) \n\nDamage if it lands:\n (1d3+2)[ 1 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia squeaked as the club slammed into her shoulder, making her take several steps with the momentum, just to keep her footing and not fall down. She moved to stand behind the tall woman as instructed, and did her best to ignore the pain, concentrating on the spell to make the pain lessen. She held the spear with the hand of the injured arm, making a small gesture with the other, breathing the words of the healing spell out in an exhale. She touched the injured shoulder and sighed in relief as the healing energy lessened the pain a little.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Cure Minor Wounds on herself, +1 hit point. Due to the lack of RPG Web Profiler, noting down here that she has 8 maximum hit points, got hit for 4 hp, now recovered 1. Present hp: 5 hp.\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The cap'n(1) who had Kelzir's leg but was made to let go, and the other one chasing Zaraema(2) both turned as a whistle is heard in the hallway. Without warning they both ran out of the room into the hallway, disengaging.\n\n \"Blast it...next time Dirt elves.\" was all that was said.\n\n((the dark elf room is empty..the girl's room still has pirates.))\n\n\nFistar: \n Spoiler \n You see one of the pirates seem to turn and look , not at you, but down your direction at your end of the hallway. He whistles and two most pirates sporting weapons come running from the room. the three move about 2 doors away from the dark elves room and head off into another room's doorway on the right side of the hall.(H8) Before entering the room, the last one throws a small bag which lands no more than 5 feet from your hidden location.(f12)\n \n\n \n \nRound 2 \nKelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19\nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (still have the map, safe and sound at my neck, I told you ain't no pirate steeling my booty.) \n\nKelzir rolled off the end of bed, following the momentum created by his kick. The two within the room fled, a shrill whistle being heard. Obviously the scalawag that had tried to grab him felt that perhaps physical contact with an irritated drow, even one that is a slave, might not be prudent.\n\nHe spun as to look out of the doorway, noticing the large woman with the sword bearing down on her foe. Both of them seemed to be backpedaling, desperately trying to get out of range of her weapon. The small one was concealing herself quite well behind the sword swinging siren of slashing. As the two filthy scum, he released a spell he'd been holding in reserve to give the large woman a chance to capture one of their attackers.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpell roll to determine \"difficulty\" resisting Daze: (1d20+1)[ 11 ](12) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin held her position on the bed, blade extended in such a way as to menace both pirates. She heard the whistle and the scuttle of running steps from outside but did not look away from her opponents; she could only hope the drow were still well, and that angered her.\n\nRather than attack, she glared at the two pirates that stood indecisively before her.\n\n \"Breaking-in and assault. You are already caught; lay down your weapons before you add more crimes to the list and you will be dealt with fairly.\" \n\nHer voice was firm and deadly serious.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n I don't know if that would be a Bluff roll (though it's not a bluff as far as she's concerned) or Charisma or something, so...I'll just let it stand without a roll.\n\nJess is holding the rest of her action to parry. I can do that now... I think a parry roll is like a normal attack roll? If not, um...will reroll when I know what it is.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 6 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The fourth pirate turns to the door spotting his captain and one other leave the dark elven room, then quickly looks back to you and takes a 5 foot step toward the door. He spits at you and then turns and runs down the hallway.\n(runs to G6)\n\nThe third Pirate sees this and attempts to run past Jessamyn's reach and get to the doorway as well.\n\n Jessamyn: \n Spoiler \n You get an attack of Opportunity, hereafter called an AoO . You get \"One Free internets Attack.\" Roll and type out the attack, he is going right in front of you as he runs by.\n\nAnd the roll, for your shouting statements..is INTIMIDATION.\nAnd yes you can go \"total Defense\" and get a +4 to Dodge for the next round or until you're done being \"total defense.\n \n\n \nFistar: \n Spoiler \n As you see the random thug/pirate toss a bag at you, it slumps to the floor, and nothing more happens. You notice the door open again andas the dor opens, another thug comes running out of YOUR room! You can hear jessamyn shouting something , coming from the room and the sounds of a struggle. The escaping thug/pirate is running towards the now open door.\n \n\n \n Round 2 \n Kelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19 \nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin's green eyes narrowed slightly and she stepped forward on the bed, planting her bare feet for stability on the softish surface. With a slight motion of hands and wrists, she adjusted her grip on the greatsword to present the flat of the blade, then swung it hard at the pirate trying to pass by. As her blade had been interposed between the position of the two pirates, it did not take much motion to do so.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack of Opportunity -- Subdual -- Pirate 3: (1d20+4)[ 10 ](14) \n\nDamage (if applicable): (1d10+3)[ 7 ](10) \n\nAnd good to know that's all Intimidation, thanks.\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar grimaced as he watched the thugs leave his room, he had vision of destroyed furniture and damaged done to the rooms and wondered how much the inn owner will charge for damages. These visions then turned to that of silver coins slowly flying away and out of his reach.\nFistar sheathed his rapier, he drew out a dart and threw it at the last thug leaving HIS room after throwing the dart he stepped back away from the bag and drew out his rapier again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[rollv=Attack]1d20+2[rollv]\n\n[rollv=Damage]1d4[rollv]\n\n((not sure where the bag is but I want to be at least one square seperating myself and the bag.))\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+2)[ 8 ](10) \n Damage - (1d4)[ 3 ](3) \n\n((Bah for forgetting the slashes.. anyways place Fistar at F12.))\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The third pirate thought of nothing but escape, with the flat of her blade, Jessamyn smashed his nose sideways across his cheek. as his feet kept running, but his head and body staying behind the smached node and flattened blade, the pirate fell to the floor, onto his back, screaming as he held his face. (prone)\n\nThe fourth pirate came around the cornerEscaping the room, and saw Fistar, but didn't see the dart until it was too late, the dart his it's target, but caught the billowy shirt under te pirate's punping arm and bit no flesh. The pirate's wide eyes calmed as he felt nothing harm him, he continued to try to get to his ally holding the door open for his dart pierced friend.\n\n Round 2 \n Kelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19\nFistar: 18 \nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5" }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nIrritated at missing her mark, the drowish priestess shook the attack off and strode over to her things. As she grasped for her bastardsword, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure Kelzir's safety and breathed a silent prayer to the Goddess that he seemed unharmed.\n\nWithout another blink of hesitation, she drew her blade and moved toward their companions' room - stark naked; black skin shimmering in the moonlight, when it touched her. Could it have been our fault that the brutes attacked? They wanted something... \n \n Spoiler \n\n((If that's too much action, let me know. Since Kelzir's spell failed, there's really nothing left to do but go check on the others. Hehe.))\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia didn't waste time as she saw the pirate fall. She hopped down from her safe spot behind the tall woman's back and grabbed her spear better. Apparently the tall woman didn't want to kill the man, so the druid also used the spear more like a staff instead of a piercing weapon, attempting to whack the man straight between his legs with the blunt end. \"Teaches you to hurt little women,\" she hissed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking pirate 3, who is on the ground. Yes, in the nuts. Subdual, extremely painful damage if hit. ...what? He hit her first! For half her health! She's angry! (Adding +4 to attack and damage because the pirate is 'prone' and Jegg told me to! +1 is her normal strength bonus.)\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nDamage if applicable:\n Damage - (1d6+5)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n...and I roll 1. There is a god of pirates, and he doesn't want the man's nuts mashed. So... rolling again to determine if I fumbled and like... speared myself in the eye or something. headdesks\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You swing out at the prone pirate holding his mashed face and the tip of your spear and go to swing toward the man. with the hustle of jumping behind the defending paladin and the rumping tof the bed, the spear got tangled within the sheets of the bed, making your shot miss horribly. yanking the spear free the tip of the spear comes awfully close to your own leg, but you right it in time, hurting no one....including yourself." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Pirate 2: movement\nPorate 1: Movement\n\nPirate 5: Holding the door he turns and looks to Fistar, spotting the man who he heard coming up the stairs earlier. Hissing at the elf through black and rotted teeth, the pirate digs into his belt and spins his body around the door, facing you fully, his arm trailing last, using the momentum to whip a dagger towards Fistar.\n[spoiler] dagger - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n dmg - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n crit if needed - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n dmg - (1d4)[ 4 ] \n Round 3 NEW ROUND \nKelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19\nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 2: 7\nPirate 1: 5\nPirate 5: 5" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (I still gotta map at me neck, pirate ain't stolen me booty) \n\nKelzir quickly drew his dagger and rapier from the items he'd left near the bed as he'd removed his attire for his Mistress. With graceful steps, he followed her, keeping his body interposed between Zarraema and the direction those ruffians had beat a hasty retreat in. Should any of the varlets choose to attack from range, he would be sure to be standing between his Mistress and danger.\n\nAs naked as the woman he used his body to shield, the only difference in attire was the glimmering collar against the inky black skin at his neck. The mark of his station, wasn't some hideous iron clamp. The workmanship of it was carefully done and subtle, made to be hidden to a casual observer. Etchings of dancing figures could be seen on the carefully hinged pieces. On the central lock, where normally the hideous symbol of a drow house would be, there was an image of a woman dancing in front of the moon while bearing a sword.\n\nEntirely unconcerned for his state of undress before the other two women, his lithe and toned form catching what moonlight struck it. He stood with his knees slightly bent and on his toes, ready to move in an instant. His impressive, for a male drow, five foot height bearing the cruel looking weapons of the Underdark. The man on the floor seemed to be immobile, but there were still others in the hallway dividing his attention to ensure a renewed assault from behind didn't occur." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin wavered. She wanted to pursue the pirate who had fled -- and those who had assaulted her companions and also fled -- but there was the man she had laid out, still groaning on the floor. Stepping down carefully from the bed, she placed the edge of her greatsword against his neck.\n\n \"Surrender now and repent of your villainous life, or force me to drag you before the justice of the city... Your choice, sir. I suggest you make it swiftly.\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "OOC: Kelzir and Jessamyn= you two just doing free actions this round, not any movements or attacks?\n\nJust asking before I have the pirates move/act." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": "((Free action yes, holding to parry if Pirate 3 tries anything, of course. If possible. Though if Pirate 3 surrenders and she can still move, she'll do so. ....just no running off before he's given up properly. shakes fist))" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Pirate 4: The pirate sneers and runs past his friend into the open door. Escaping and dissapearing into the room.\n\nPirate 3 Rolls around on the floor, the blood stain on the front of his shirt still slowly growing. \" Do yer werst wench. by brotha will ged me. Den de'll ged you.\" His speech is almost humorous sounding from the broken nose and the blood trickling down his throat. His hand slowly reaches for his belt.\n\n \n Round 3 NEW ROUND \n Kelzir: 21\nJessamyn: 20\nPirate 4: 20\npirate 3: 19 \nFistar: 18\nZarraema: 16\nEtsia: 8\nPirate 5: 5" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar watched his dart pass thru the shirt of the pirate just barely missing him, and then he deftly dodge the dagger that was thrown at him.\n\n \"Is that the best that you can do ?\" he taunted the man. \"My sister can throw better than that.\" \n\nWith a burst of speed and dodging the bag that was on the ground, the wood elf charged the man,attempting to slam the door with his shoulder, hoping to catch him with the door itself to send him flying.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot sure what to roll for bashing the door.. hmm I'm just going to use my strength modifier.\n\n (1d20+2)[ 10 ](12) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"No, you will not receive my worst. You will receive what you deserve. Add to your crimes and you shall only add to your punishment.\" \n\nThe paladin kept her blade close to the man's face, the threat obvious. Never glancing away, she said, \"Etsia? If you would disarm the recalcitrant man, so that we might avoid further complications. I would like to aid our companions as soon as possible.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded and leaned down to disarm the pirate, throwing the dagger from his belt onto the bed. Then she poked him with her spear to the side. \"Turn.\" \n\nWhile the pirate rolled to his stomach, she unwrapped a leather strap from her wrist that she used as a bracer and then hopped to sit on top of the pirate to bind his hands together with it. Then she set the spearhead against the back of the pirate's neck and growled. \"Don't move.\" She poked him with the spear, just enough to draw blood as a warning." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Fistar slammed hard intothe door. shoulder lowered and jammed the door forward. The pirate barely saw the rogue's intention and dove into the room, trying to get away from the door. He was a bit late. The door's edge and handl slammed into his hip as he flew by, the ankle of the closest leg cracked with a sickening sound as the force of Fistar's shoulder slammed the door closed.\n\nA scream and yell inside was followed quickly by the sound of a wooden beam sliding across the door's inside. Fistar's charging slam came to a stumbling stop at G6." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Bah.. you dimwits trapped yourself in your own room. \" Fistar shooked his head in disgust. Keeping an eye on the door to the room, where the thugs had disappeared into, he then called out behind him, \"Are you guys OK?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The sound of screeching is heard loudly through the window as the hawk hovers just outside the sill and looking down to the alley below.\nShadowy images of three beings climbing down a drainpipe and one limping away as fast as possible can barely be seen.\n\n((Combat over))" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia blinked and looked toward the window at the hawk-shriek. She wavered between going to check what it was and keeping the pirate still.\n\n \"Jessamee-een!\" Her voice was almost as high-pitched as the hawk's. \"The hawk says there's danger outside, look what it is!\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin stopped in midstride, looking from the door to Etsia to the window beyond. A tic appeared under one eye at the thought of more trouble, then with a sharp nod to the tiny elf she turned and strode by to peek cautiously out the window.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot check! (1d20+3)[ 12 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You spot the remainder of the pirate thugs escaping, down the alleyway, the rear one limping on a near broken ankle." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin scowled and turned away, striding toward the hall and the commotion she knew was ongoing out there. On the way she gave Etsia a nod of appreciation for her spotting.\n\nSticking her head out into the hall, the paladin called to her companions and whatever gawkers might have joined, \"The miscreants have escaped, I saw them fleeing down the alley. But we captured one.\" \n\nShe nodded back into her room." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Ahh it is a good thing that they ran, \" He smiled at the paladin as he walked towards the room, \" I wouild have beaten them to a pulp.\" he grinned, \"I'm sure they took one look at me and decided that it wasn't worth my wrath.\" \n\nFistar's eyes widen briefly at the two naked dark elves, \"I would put on some clothes on before we have some company from downstairs come up,\" he took a closer look at the female dark elf, \"Mind you.... \" his voice trails off as he finally noticed the trussed up pirate on the ground, \"Oh my, I see you have captured one of them. The poor bastard looks like he's had his faced beat in, \" he chuckled and then commenced to go thru his pockets, \"Just making sure he doesn't have any hidden surprises. \" He grinned.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nPalming coins if he can.\n\n sleight of hand - (1d20+7)[ 9 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nDark lips pursed themselves together in irritation, \" All is well, here. I'm unaware of anything that was removed and neither Kelzir nor myself are injured. \"\n\nShe slid the sword back into its baldric and shrugged on her cloak. She lowered her voice and spoke to Kelzir in Under-Common, \" You are alright, Kelzir? \"\n\nWith the cloak wrapped around her, she peered back out of her doorway and reverted to common speech, \" Are all of you uninjured? \"" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (I still got da maaa-aaaap) \n\nHe watched all the events unfold, the interlopers had been run off. Their companion still bemoaning and cursing his fate on the floor. The look he saw from the rogue caused him to narrow his eyes slightly as he flipped the dagger in his hand, the rapier tip still toward the floor.\n\nHe turned slightly, to bow at Zarraema's query. \"Yes, Mistress, all is well. But I still see too much blood from the small one there.\" He pointed, raising a finger off the hilt of the dagger to indicate Etsia." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"Hit me in the shoulder.\" Etsia muttered and poked the pirate with her spear for good measure, still sitting on him, her shoulder and arm showing indeed considerable amount of bruising, dark against the tanned skin. \"But then Jessameen smashed his face!\" Her declaration was joyful, and delivered with an approving grin at the tall woman." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin showed no similar enthusiasm for her attack, but nodded sternly to the little wild elf in acknowledgment of it.\n\nShe cast a glance to the two dark elves, eyes widening just a bit at their state of address, then looked away quickly. Nothing to blush over, but it would be impolite to stare.\n\n \"I am uncertain of the security of this place now, as they likely have allies nearby. And this one--\" She indicated the captured pirate. \"--will need to be taken before the local law.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded enthusiastically. \"Then their Chief can smash his face, too.\" \n\nShe stood up, wincing a little at the pain in the shoulder now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. She climbed back to the big bed and sat down in the middle of the nesting blankets, whispering the spell to heal the bruises, running her fingers lightly over the hurt area.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Cure Light Wounds on herself, rolling for healed point amount.\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nStill carrying her sheathed bastard sword, and with her cloak ... mostly covering her lack of clothing, Zarraema strode toward Etsia with a faint frown. Laying her baldric and sword down on the bed, she reached out and then stopped dead, giving the Druidess a steady, violet-eyed look, \" Would you permit my assistance, little one? \"" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia blinked up and then grinned and shook her head. Then she shook her arm, moving it to show it was working again, the bruise vanished under the druid's healing spell. \"No need. It's fine again.\" \n\nShe hopped down from the bed and then looked the cloaked naked drow over, from toes to tips of her ears. \"If I get mashed again today, I'll need help though. All out of healing spells for tonight. So you're a healer of some sort?\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nTall for a Drow, with the black skin tone that typified her people, she endured the examination without modesty. Something behind her violet eyes spoke of more than the cold, cruelty of the Underdark.\n\n\" ...a priestess, Little One, saved from the depths by a ..friend and given a purpose by Eilistraee. \"" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (still gotz da maa-aap) \n\nHe started to relax slightly, the immediate danger now passed. Still unconcerned and completely immodest for his lack of attire, he was thoughtful. He looked down at the large woman's captive, his mind turning. There were several things that would be good knowing.\n\n1. How had they known of the map, unless it was meant for them? It's possible Fistar's mouth had been the trouble, speaking around the matter. But that was doubtful. Which meant something else, that one of those in the Temple of Torm had given them away.\n\n2. How had they known that his Mistress had been in possession of it? The ones who had invaded their room had clearly known, apparently. While Fistar kept asking his Mistress about it, still it was dubious that was the cause. This brought him back to the Temple itself. And the possibility that there was somebody there who had given it away.\n\n3. What was it going to lead them to? Pirates, those were the culprits. But that didn't mean anything at all. They could have been hired by others. Again, this would point to a culprit in the Temple while they had been there.\n\nThey'd stepped foot into something much larger than just trying to survive in a new and hostile land. There were things at work here much larger than any they had imagined. The ones in the common room had mentioned factions, he wondered if they had chosen the correct side.\n\nHe looked over to his Mistress, his deep but quiet voice interrupting other conversations. \"Mistress, with your leave. But there may be a few things we should discuss with our companions. Since it seems we're going to have daggers flung at our backs now.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nRecognizing the name of Eilistraee as one of the good gods and making the link between the stories of the surface-drow who tried to be good and the name of the goddess, the druid nodded in approval. She reached to pat Zarraema's arm.\n\n \"Good. But my name is Etsia. Not 'Little One'.\" She turned to look at Kelzir. \"What things?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The sounds of many footsteps echoed down the hall into your rooms. Three large humans and the bartender, all weilding weapons stormed up tot he endo fo the hall. The three large humans smashed into the pirate's room and searched it. The bartender came up to tyou all and was momentarily taken aback at the semi naked dark elves.\n\n\n \"I came as soon as I heard the commotion. I sent for the Watch. They should be here soon. is everyone allright?\" \n\nThe tender waved his slightly rusty mace around, looking in the nooks and crannies of the rooms." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar grins at the bartender, \"I scared them off, I did, into that room your bruiser's are bashing in, \" he chuckled. \"Is there a reward for capturing this guy? \" he asked as he gave a swift kick to the side of the pirate, and grumbles under his breath of the lack of gold on him.\n\nThe wood elf then smiled as another thought crossed his mind, \" By the way, is that cute half elf downstairs still around. It was quite rude for me to run off like that. It reminds of the time when... \" Fistar continued talking about a woman he met at another bar, and how he eventually got her to his bed, to find out that it was a man... \"... you wouldn't believe how shocking that was to poor little me... \" he sighed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nkick damage non-lethal\n damage - (1d3+2)[ 3 ](5) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( My map! Mine! Mine! All mine!)) \n\nKelzir stood silently, the appearance of the keeper and his goons, oh so convenient now that the altercation was over. He frowned to himself, keeping his opinions quiet. Once again the blithering of Fistar was overrunning himself. Kelzir sighed softly.\n\nAt the question to the small elf, he merely mouthed the word \"later\" and turned a dagger point to indicate the men in the room." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nThe priestess gave the little Druidess a faint smile at the pat - one of the first times anyone had touched her kindly, aside from her former slave. \" Etsia. \"\n\nAt the advent of the armed 'guards' from downstairs, she simply rose and flipped the edge of her cloak over one shoulder, uncarring for her lack of attire or the Wood Elf's blabbering, \" All are currently unharmed. Your Watch - will they take the prisoner? Will we have a moment to speak with him? \"" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin frowned at Fistar's behavior -- the babbling subject-matter, the claims, the kick to the bound and helpless man -- and so she moved to place herself between the rogue and the pirate without any particular pretense at subtlety. Greatsword balanced across one shoulder, and taking care not to whack anyone accidentally with it, she looked to the bartender and his enforcers and nodded.\n\n \"Yes, we seem to be recovered, though this one did assault a member of our company. I will give a report on what I witnessed to the Watch when they come. I apologize, I believe this man is bleeding on your floor.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded at the male dark elf, then turned to look at the other men in the room, trying her best to drown out the chittery sounds the wood elf was making.\n\n \"He hit me with a club.\" She nodded and pointed at the tied-up pirate. \"But I healed myself already.\" She nodded again, obviously deciding that the case was closed with that." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The bartender looked your group over, making sure he didn't need to call for any clerics. happy that noone lost their life in his Inn...tonight, he sighed and lowered his weapon.\n\n \"Aye lass, the Watch will come and confiscate him, but..if'n you and yer people want to hold him until they arrive, I can close yer door...and leave two guards outside the door, until they arrive.\" The bartender smiled evilly to the paladin and then to the dark elves.\n\nEither way he motions his armed helpers out of the room and into the hall, where they wait for the bartender.\n\n \"Your choice, ladies and sirs. And uh, don't be worryin about the blood. I can send Gerte up here ta clean it up. as long as it doesn't bother you, the mess won't bother me. i'm just glad none of ye were hurt is all.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nStill clad in nothing but her traveling cloak (which she'd shrugged behind her shoulders), the Drowish priestess waited for the strangers to leave before making a move. Reflexively, she returned the Innkeeper's wicked grin with what she hoped appeared equally as vicious.\n\nOnce the strangers had gone, she strode in front of the prisoner and looked down at him with a dead-blank expression - legs apart, slightly, hands folded behind her back, and attempting as commanding a pose as possible. Her bastard sword remained sheathed and the baldric she grasped, horizontally behind her back, so that the tip and hilt were visible on either side of her.\n\nWithout intending for so much as one iota of emotion to leak into her voice, stance, or expression, she addressed the captive pirate, \" Why was your party in our rooms? What were you looking for? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((Not sure what to roll here, so... going for intimidate <winces>\n (1d20)[ 1 ](1) \nIf I'm wrong, Jeggy, let me know.))\n\n EDIT: Oh.. EM... GEEEE! Zarraema is about as intimidating as a rolley polley!\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( hordes his map, petting it My preeesciouuuus. )) \n\nKelzir slid around the man, so he was behind him. He leaned the hilt of his rapier against his leg for a moment, making quick gestures to his Mistress. Without a word, he wrapped his hand around the hilt once more. Just waiting for the man to do something stupid." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf backed up a bit from the the paladin, giving her a wry lopsided grin. He listened to the exchange from the guard and inn keeper and nodded in understanding.\n\nHe chuckled slightly at the drows attempt at questioning the would be attacker.\n\n \"I've heard that you drows were good at gathering information in nefarious ways, but I've never knew it was so simple as just asking nicely, \" he grinned. \"You know, I think a little more persuasion is probably needed, in this situation. \" \n\nHe deftly stepped around Jessamyn and bringing out his dagger the wood elf knelt down and viciously grabbed the pirate's hair pulling his head back he placed the dagger against his throat and gleefully said, \"Answer the drow, scumbag, or I'll open another mouth for you, \" he smiled happily at the pirate.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n initmidate - (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"You're doing it all wrong. First you ask a question and say 'or else'. Then when they don't, then you do the else-bit. Not start with the else before they've said 'not gonna tell you'.\" \n\nThe druid shook her head. The tribe sometimes caught intruders. Usually they didn't bother asking questions, though. Why would they be interested in why there were strangers in their territory, anyway? Intruders came, intruders died. Just like robbers barged in and robbers had their faces smashed in." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar looked at the wild elf, \"What's the fun in that, what if he answered right away, I wouldn't get the chance to threaten him then, this way he knows right away, \" he giggles to himself." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The pirate listened to the group discuss the proper course of action to torment him. With a face covered in blood, and a sickening blood-filled snort when he inhaled, he curled his legs up a bit and leaned on one elbow, using his bandana to wipe off his face, which had fear plastered across it more than his nose.\n\n \"The map! You all stole our map ye did. 'Twas hidden in the temple until our Cap'n could get out of the dungeon of Gothmoor's Watch. He's out and ye stole it a day before we planned on walking in and getting it.\" \n\nHe seemed to gather a bit of courage as he spoke, watching the rest of the group bicker amongst themselves.\n\n \"Ye don't know what ye carry, and Cap'n intends on making sure he gets the map from ye. I'll say no more.\" He seemed genuinely intimidated, but smiled regardless of the fact , happy with how he put the group's current predicament.\n\nThe faint sound of a Watch Whistle is heard through the open window and you see Etsia's hawk look up, skyward, then immediately dart inside and almost hide in the corner of the room, landing on a backpack for a low perch." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia forgot about the pirate and the rest of the room the moment her hawk flew in. She made a querying sound and approached the nervous bird carefully to brush her fingers over the feathers. The hawk let out some distressed alarming sounds and refused to be soothed.\n\nThe druid moved slowly toward the window, watching the skies. \"...it's a predator-alarm...\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin frowned severely down at Fistar as he bypassed her, and watched his actions closely. The threat made her scowl, but as the pirate babbled it seemed that Fistar's promised violence would not bear fruit so she decided to let it pass. For now.\n\nShe had only a moment to ponder the new knowledge before the hawk flitted in. Wary, Jessamyn moved to station herself between the others and the window just in case. While the situation seemed well in hand, one could never be entirely sure." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Bah map, \" Fistar commented as he stood up and sheath his dagger away, He was tempted to do another swift kick at the prone figure, but saw the paladin looking disapprovingly at him, he smiled weakly at her and shrugged.\n\nHe was about to comment on the state of the affairs of the pirates mother and her profound disappointment in her son. When the hawk flew in with some distress.\n\nThe wild elf comment about the hawks call being a predator alarm, brought his attention to the window, closely following the paladin." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Three Giant bats, the size of small sloops, beat their wings as they land ,with rider in tow, onto the roof. The sounds of the armored men dismounting from the monsterous bats walk across the thick roof and begin walking around.\n\nThe sound of people shuffling about downstairs lets you know people cleared out as the sound of metal armor clanking on itself makes it's way up the stairs." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nA frown of concern at the sound of the hawk drew her out of her musings. With a quick gesture to Kelzir, she turned towards the door, only then realizing that she should probably speak with their companions, \" We should be armored when they arrive. \"\n\nWithout so much as waiting for a response, she slipped out the door, ignoring the guards outside, and into the room she'd shared with Kelzir, fully intending to armor and re-arm herself before the Watch arrived." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n \"They ride bats!\" The druid peered up, her green eyes wide... with interest and astonishment more than actual fear. If they were riding the bats, it meant they were trained. \"How clever!\" She paused for a moment, craning her neck to try and see the big bats better. \"...I wanna ride one, too.\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n ((the watch ain't getting my map)) \n\nOther outsiders, and soon the person with an answer would be gone. He looked at the large woman with an equally large sword for a moment before quietly speaking.\n\n \"Perhaps we should find out HOW they had known of the document. Before our answer is taken away from us. The one reasonable possibility is that there was somebody on the inside, masquerading as a follower. It also seems possible, that they've been using that spot as means of passing information for a while.\" \n\nHis voice vanished, quietly as though it had never been. It was their decision to chose the course they took. He was only here for his Mistress. He flowed back into the room with Zarraema, to ensuring she was secure into her armor before donning his own with practiced ease." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin tilted her head, hearing Kelzir's comment.\n\n \"Unless the sentence is execution, there should be sufficient time for my temple to speak with him and investigate as well. I will speak to the Watchmen to this end and make sure my temple is informed. We are not the ones to pry at internal affairs; we have our mission. But that is a wise observation. Thank you, Kelzir.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar sighed, he had a feeling that the half elf downstairs had probably left. So shrugging his shoulders he went to the bed by the door and plopped himself down. He placed his rapier at the foot of the bed and his dagger placed under his pillow. He then layed back against the headboard and folded his arms to watch the procedings." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n\nHe was completely impassive as the paladin dismissed the veiled warning. It was hard to understand why some of these people on the surface didn't see things behind the trappings that covered them. More people finding out about something that had brought them trouble, would only mean more difficulty along the way.\n\nWith a silent sigh, he finished pulling his armor on and turned back around. Guards, debatable people to trust at best. One set, one faction. Another set, another faction. Which would do them the least harm, that was the question. And to make matters worse, the woman with the sword obviously had been conditioned to absolutely trust those who she viewed as superiors.\n\nEven a slave in the Underdark didn't trust their masters. No matter how valuable the slave was. At any moment, they could turn on them, use them to further their own ends or agenda, or just cast them aside. The woman trusted too easily, particularly a place she knew nothing of, and people that she didn't know.\n\nHe flicked his hand to Zarraema, fingers dancing in the silent language of the Deep Dark. \"I think the big one trusts too easily, it might cause you difficulty, Mistress.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nUsing the same silent gestures and keeping as neutral an expression as possible, she returned, \" Us, Kelzir. Us. And that is why I had us retrieve our things. I don't trust those that are coming. The Innkeep was too ready with his grin. \"\n\nWith a final adjustment to her cloak, she reached back to ensure that her bastard sword was loose in its baldric and that the tiny, simple dagger strapped to the small of her back would come easily, if needed. Without a word, and confident in the fact that Kelzir would not be far behind, she straightened her posture and strode across the hall. She would be ready for whatever \"The Watch\" was." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The bootsteps approach and the two guards outside stiffen and move off to the other side of the hallway. Three armed Gothmoor Watch enter the hallway and approach the door to the room holding the pirate. The bartender was vulturing around the leader of the Watch, spouting the story and offering any and all help the watch could need. Seemingly bored and mainly ignoring the Tender, he holds a gauntleted hand up to silence the weasley tender and looks to the room.\n\nThe sharp eyes on the aged face looked the room over. He started with the Pirate, then the various members in this room. His eyes stopped on jessamyn as he spoke:\n\n \"My name is Captain Frenloche. What Happened here?\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin straightened from her wary posture and slung her sword across her shoulder in the closest to a neutral pose she could get without the greatsword's sheath. Still in her nightclothes, with her long platinum braid still down from its usual combat-coil.\n\n \"Jessamyn Starwater, paladin of the temple of Torm, sir,\" she said briskly. \"This miscreant--\" A nod toward the pirate on the floor. \"--and several others -- at least two, likely more -- crept into this room and that of our companions across the hall in the apparent attempt to rob us. This one and one other came into our room. Upon realizing that we were not asleep, this one struck my room-mate--\" Indicating Etsia. \"--and injured her, though she has mended herself now. There was some signal and they attempted to retreat, and I was forced to detain this one. It seems the others escaped out a window meanwhile. My companions would know more.\" " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia ceased her bat-peering and blinked at the watch, then nodded at them, moving her arm a little to show that the shoulder was indeed healthy again. \"All good now. Are you going to smash his face?\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Captain Frenloche chuckled slightly and looked to the once injured wild elf. His old eyes looked back to the pirate and gave him a nudge with his spurred boot and cleared his throat.\n\n \"Is this true? Did you come in here and do bodily harm to this innocent?\" His voice more solid, more gruff as he talked at the pirate.\n\n \"n-no. I didn't do no such thing! I was merely brought up here as a late night rendevous with the little one, and her big sister then jumped me from behind.\" \n\nBefore the paladin and the wild elf could reply to the thug's lies, a voice that sounded like wind chimes on a summer breeze came from the hallway.\n\n \"He lies. The females speak the truth.\" \n\nA female dark elf, not one of your partners across the hall, walks into view at the entrance to the room. Her silver hair is briaded into seven thick braids running down to her back and silver and blue ribbon hold them in place. Her body is covered in layers of cloth and a small blue cape adorns her back. a tattoo sits on the left side of her face, in the shape of a crescent moon, colored white.\n\n \"Captain Frenloche, Take the man away. Let us not bother these women any more this evening. Jessamyn of Torm, if your church wishes to speak to this man, he will be held in the dungeon at the Spire. Feel free to send word, we will have him ready for any questions they may have. For now. I do not want anyone to bother you or your dark elven friends across the hall. let us leave you in peace.\" The woman gives a slow long bow and then turns and walks out. The two armed Watchmen pick up the now crying Pirate who seemed to have started wetting himself as they left the room and carried him down the hall. You hear the man mutter something between sobs about \"graycloaks\".\n\nThe room is now empty, the tender is back downstairs, the guards are gone and you are left alone, in your room." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nCatching only a glimpse of the retreating backs of the strangers raised her ire and her concern a few degrees. She stepped through the door and folded her hands casually behind her back, giving the two women and the sleeping Wood Elf a careful, visual examination, \" The prisoner is detained? There was no trouble? \"\n\nShe was having some difficulty believing her own questions, having expected the worst from whomever \"The Watch\" was." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nEtsia nodded enthusiastically. \"There was a moon-woman, she said he lies and Jessame-en is telling the truth, and said they're sorry and won't bother us further and went away.\" \n\nThis obviously being good enough for her, she went to check on her hawk, sitting on the bed and petting it with light fingers, making soothing sounds." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin was frowning, pale brows drawn down slightly as she contemplated the recent events. At Zarraema's question, she shook herself from her thoughts and gave the drow woman a nod.\n\n \"As Etsia said, more or less. I will report this and Kelzir's suspicions to the Temple of Torm in the morning, but for now we should get what sleep we can. I would advise locking all windows and doors.\" \n\nThat said, she inclined her head politely to Zarraema and headed back to her bed, to set her sword across the foot of it in the prior position before heading to close and lock the windows." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nBy the time Jessamyn, had gotten comfortable, in her cot, the rogue had drifted off into sleep, dreaming of gold coins, rubies and gems, his fingers gathering them all into his body." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia: \n\nThe little druid sighed faintly as the windows closed, but she understood the reason. Instead she just whispered soothing sounds to the hawk until it became drowsy, then nestled back into blankets herself.\n\nShe dreamed of the white fox chasing pirates down an alleyway, the tall paladin standing at the end of it, stopping them one by one with a well-aimed swing of the sword to the head. She clapped in her dream." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( I will bear the ring ... I mean map. )) \n\nHe watched impassively, at the appearance of the other drow woman his mind sank into simple thoughts. Every dent, crease and joint of the floor he stood upon consumed his conscious mind. Nothing of who he was remained, only the floor and his desire to serve his Mistress.\n\nTheir footsteps, moving away, did not restore his consciousness. It wasn't until he heard the flap of wings that his mind returned to itself. Be all of a single thing, embrace it, become it, survival traits that had all served him well.\n\nHe followed Zarraema's movements, like an automaton during the time they were there. Staying close by in the event she may need his assistance. Only a single thought strayed as he \"woke\" up.\n\n 'Trust no one.' " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nAware of the subtle change in Kelzir from her shadow to her mindless servant, she shifted between the desire to speak with the \"moon woman\" and the instinct to keep a distance. Finally, her curiosity and hope got the better of her.\n\n\" Then, we should all rest and be prepared for the morning, \" saw her out of the room. However, instead of continuing across the hallway to their room, she started towards the stairs and the unidentified Drowish woman with purposeful, confident steps. It wouldn't do, after all, to show doubt.\n\nWho was this woman? One of the Moon Maiden's? One of the Queen's? The answer might seem obvious, save for the confusion they'd met since coming here. After all, what servant of the Queen would ever dare boldly display the Dark Lady's symbol?\n\nUpon reaching the entourage, with Kelzir in tow, she inclined her head ever-so-slightly, and waited..." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n ( It's a case of mind over map, I have no mind so there is no map ) \n\nHe followed his Mistress, head lowered and eyes downcast. His collar hidden from view. As they moved down the hall, different switches were thrown in his head. Nearly returning to the blank slate it was before, his mind retreated. Only enough of it remained to sense a threat, to fill an order, or defend Zarraema." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The female Drow looks over her shoulder and smiles. When she turns you can see the half moon tattoo on the side of her face. You can also see it was burned into her face at some point, then paint was applied to the scar as it is raised slightly. Her few braids of white hair move to the side as she runs her hand through her hair, placing it behind her ear.\n\n \"Ahh, the other two that were accosted. I hope we have serviced your complaint to your desired outcome.\" She looks at you with her strange blue eyes as the other men she was talking to left her and you alone in the hallway. With a quick look to Kelzir's posture and the way he stood behind Zarrema, the female drow looks up at Zarraema's eyes.\n\n \"You are recently arrived...from the underground. Correct?\" You notice she has a small medallion outide of her robes and wrapped layered clothing that holds a full moon and two twin blades crossed in reverse to frame the moon on the ornamental medallion." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe medallion caught and kept her eyes for a moment, until she began answering the woman. She met her gaze with hope-filled violet eyes, \" I'm unfamiliar with the practices of this city with regards to punishment. So long as the culprit is suitably dealt with and will not return to harry us, I suppose the outcome is acceptable. \"\n\n\" ...and, Kelzir... \" she turns to look at her slave-friend and gives a quiet sigh of frustration at his posture and demeanor, \" ...and I have been above for perhaps a handful of months; less than a year's time. Though, we are attempting to be less than obvious - our departure was ... difficult. \"" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \"The males of our kind come up to the surface one of two ways. Bitter and violent, looking to lash out at any and all females that even speak to them, or they come up like kelzir here....\" She motions with a three ring and bracelet hand to Kelzir. \"...They come up broken and Spiritually dead. unsure how to act other than the way they have been bred and raised to. I can usually tell the recent ones to the surface, as they are usually the more extreme of the two choices.\" Her painted, purple lips part and widen in a smile as her eyes move to Kelzir's form, then back to Zarraema.\n\n \"I do hope you find the Knight's City most pleasant. It is our destiny. Gothmoor was made by dark elves, for darkelves. Our heritage grows us above and beyond anyone still crawling through dirty holes.\" She tosses a quick glance over her shoulder then back to Zarraema.\n\n \"I do not wish to keep you. I apologize for the outburst, and shall make sure you...'never' see this man again.\" Her hand sweeps past her to motion to the man being drug down the stairs.\n \"My name is Lei'yela Frost. If you have any more need of the Watch, or questions not able to be answered by normal troops, feel free to drop by the Spire.\" She bows to you." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nSo wanting to disagree with Lei'yela's assessment of Kelzir's state of being, she simply returned the woman's bow and watched her go. I cannot shatter the illusion that he's set up for himself... even if I disagree with it. \n\nWithout further word, she turned back to their room with the intention of finding sleep and knowing that Kelzir would follow." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin rested...or tried to. Kelzir's suspicions troubled her, as did the possibility of another evening assault. Still, she had done what she could; the doors and windows were locked, and her sword was ready, resting again by her feet so that she could draw it up swiftly if needed.\n\nSurely the light of morning would bring answers." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The rest of the evening goes off without a hitch, and the remainder of the evening is peacefu and without event. dreams trouble each of you, and although details cannot be remembered, you do remember the feeling...of excitement.\n\nYou all wake up to the smell of cooked eggs, fresh vegetables, and warmed muffins and hardloaf bread. A soft rap on both doors and the soft voice of a boy is heard\n\n \"Breakfast is ready downstairs. Whenever you're ready.\" \n\nThe soft of sfot footsteps leaving the area in front of your door and another rap on the next doors can barely be heard as you wake up." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"FOOD!!!!!\" Fistar yelps as he sprung from the bed. He quickly drew on his leather armor and took out his dagger from under his pillow, and then proceed to strap on his rapier. He then dashed out the door yelling, \"Meet you downstairs!\" You can hear his footsteps quickly running down the hall to the stairs." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe little druid had woken with the dawn, like she always did. Not being able to open the windows had annoyed her. The dead trees in the form of planks under her feet were not the connection to the soil, there was no breeze on her skin, no touch of sunlight on her face, no sound of nature waking up... just the strange, alien sounds of the city.\n\nShe could feel the sun rising even when she could not see it, could sense the connection even in the midst of the weird collection of people and houses. And so she had taken a deep breath and turned to face the sun, her eyes closed in the darkness of the room.\n\nShe had finished channeling the energy to the directions she wanted quite a while before Fistar's exclamation startled her. The hawk startled with her, both of them let out a little alarmed sound, but by the time she whirled around to look at the source of alarm, the door was open and the wood elf was gone.\n\nRealizing this was the time when the non-druids woke up, she nodded to herself and finished her morning ritual by re-painting the feather-symbols on her shoulders and ankles anew. It was a day of traveling. She packed her things, the hawk settled to sit on her backpack and then she turned to look at the tall woman.\n\n \"I am ready, Jessame-en.\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n ( yawns .... map ... right ... it's here. ) \n\nHe listened to the sounds of the inn stirring into wakefulness, sounds that were unfamiliar yet he knew them. The soft padding of feet caused his eyes to turn toward the door in narrowed slits to give the impression of sleep. The voice of the youngster calling them to a morning meal caused him to stir slightly, and slip out of bed leaving Zarraema to rouse at her leasure.\n\nVery quietly, he checked their bags, saw to their weapons and readied himself and their things for traveling. The only evidence of his activity was the subtle creak of soft leather and a slight hiss as he ensured the weapons would come free at a moments notice. At last satisfied, he returned to his knees near the bed and awaited his Mistress' waking." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe strange sound of the boy's voice disturbed dreams that turned her stomach...quickly forgotten as the reality of wakefulness encroached upon them. As Kelzir stirred, she let her eyes drift open by a slit and followed his movements around the room. Even if she'd have risen with him, he would still have performed the same routine and would have rebuffed any attempt at help.\n\n Dark Lady, give me the wisdom to know how to change this... \n\nShe was distracted from her silent prayer by his graceful, meticulous, and practiced movements. When he came to rest, on his knees, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed they'd shared.\n\n \"Thank you, Kelzir. Shall we dress and see to breakfast?\" The question was more rhetorical than anything as she pulled herself to her feet and began the process of pulling on the thin, soft under-padding that protected her skin from the coarse leather of her armor." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( MAP! )) \n\nHis deep, melodic voice came softly forth, \"Of course, Mistress. Once properly prepared, I shall see to assuaging your hunger.\" \n\nHe lifted the underclothing and rose, helping her don the padding. Once finished, it was the hardened leather pieces, one by one, ensuring the straps were securely fastened. Methodical and deft in his movements, it took little time before he was offering her sword in its sheath while knelt before her.\n\n \"Mistress, to facilitate our departure, should I look in on our more heavily armored companion? Removing it can be easy, replacing it is sometimes more difficult.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nMore than used to the morning ritual, she took her bastard sword in its baldric and hung it over her shoulder. \" Our hunger, Kelzir. I am not the only one who needs to eat... and, perhaps we should both see to their well being and offer assistance in preparing. They do not seem to be graced with the blessing of someone with your talent for efficiency, Kelzir. \"\n\nKnowing that he would follow without her orders, she shouldered her bags and headed for the door and the hall way." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (Mappity-map-map-map) \n\nWith practiced ease, he scooped up the saddlebags and his own pack, sliding around her in the confines of the room. With a shrug in the process, the pack was over one shoulder, and a flip rendered the saddlebags to the other. Before she'd made it to the door, he'd stood before it and pulled it open as the other elf burst from the women's room with a shout. Deciding that no harm was in evidence out in the hall, he stepped gracefully to the side to allow Zarraema to depart." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin was normally a light sleeper, but the events of the evening and the sleeplessness it had caused in her conspired to keep her asleep until Fistar's inelegant awakening. She grimaced at his noisy antics and slid out of bed, nodding politely to Etsia before settling to the floor for a few morning stretches.\n\n \"You can go on ahead,\" she told the druid. \"I still need to armor up.\" \n\nAgain, normally she would not plate herself up for something as simple as breakfast, but there was threat in this city. One could never be too careful. After stirring herself to proper wakefulness, she set to the task of strapping on her banded mail and slinging her greatsword into its proper place across her back.\n\nThat done, she spent a few moments wrapping her braid up into the usual tight coil at the nape of her neck, before heading for the stairs." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had nodded at the tall woman and indeed headed downstairs, not really knowing what to do there. She could smell food, but wasn't quite certain how to acquire it. Remembering last night, she tried to locate someone who seemed to be carrying food back and forth and tug on their sleeve.\n\n \"Can I have some food?\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf was chatting up one of the servers, explaining to her how he single handily capture one of the pirates and scared the other ones away. He went thru the motions with his hands explaining a intricate move on how he had avoided being hit by a thrown dagger.\n\nFistar then noticed Etsia and waved her over." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nFor a moment the little druid hesitated, but then she nodded at the wood elf and then pointed him out at the person with food-trays. \"I'll go there.\" She paused, considered, then added, \"Thanks.\" and headed to the chattery elf.\n\nAs she approached Fistar, the hawk on her bag buried its head into her hair, no doubt in the lack of hawk-shaped earplugs." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The tavern is very busy this morning. A lot of people have come here specifically to hear the gossip about the late night visit of the Watch, as well as an assassination attempt on some strangers. Lots of looks make having breakfast a bit awkward.\n\nYou all eat and finish your preparing and decide it's time to move off onto the road. You all gather your horses and whatnot, and make your way to the gate. Passing through the city, you still feel the look of eyes on you. You are not sure if they are because the city is so abuzz with life, or those pirate thugs are lurking out in the corners of the city waiting for you to drop your defenses. Either way, once you pass the 40 guard occupied gate of the West gate, you breath a sigh of relief as you pass through.\n\nYou follow a well worn path to the outskirts of the town, passing wheat fields and sugarcane crops. Once you are a distance away from the loudness of the town, you feel a certain level of peace come over your party. No noise, except for the random cikadas making their chirping noise or a dragonfly buzzing around you as you pass through the cultivated outskirts of Gothmoor.\n\nThe path just to reach the area in front of the jungle takes half the day, and the tropical sun is beating down hard. You are beginning to sweat. The dark elves not used to the 'sun\" and the paladin in her armor. All but Etsia who seems to be at home and her spirits seem up now that she's out of the town.\n\nYou all stop as a small ruins of what looks like it used to be the remainder of a tower, no group of rocks sit higher than your shoulder, but the pattern makes it seem there used to be a tower here. It is a common stopping place to rest and possibly camp if out of town too long. You all decide that it is time for lunch and give the horses their break." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia patted Elmshadow on the neck, then hopped down from the big palomino's saddle. It was quite a drop for a small druid, but fortunately she was used to moving in the jungle so it did not really bother her. She took a moment to pat him for a while more, but then she led him to a convenient rock so she could stand on it and reach the saddlebags better. She drank some water and took a handful of her travel rations, mainly dried fruit and nuts. She set down some of the horsefeed while munching, then glanced around.\n\n \"We need to find water for the horses.\" With that said she left the horse standing there, fully trusting it to stay with her since he had said he would, and began exploring the area." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe platinum-haired woman slid down from her steed, Ghost, and gave the big horse an affectionate pat on the nose. Ghost whuffled at her mailed hand and she chuckled and moved to dig through the saddlebags, offering up an apple to the horse once she found it.\n\nWith Ghost trailing on the reins, crunching the apple, Jessamyn headed after Etsia. She had limited knowledge of the wilderness -- very limited indeed -- and thought it better to trust the little wild elf in such matters. Their ruined surroundings were dubious, considering the trouble she was sure would follow them. Though she had warned the Temple of Torm (there was no way she would leave Gothmoor without transmitting Kelzir's suspicions to the high priest or a trustworthy assistant), their small party was not aided further by the Temple. It was up to her to keep her companions safe.\n\nShe scanned the terrain as she trailed Etsia, not eating yet. Once it was safe, she might pause for food. Otherwise, she could always eat in the saddle as usual." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nAll along the trail, the wood elf chatted about his adventures as a child, never seemingly lost for words. How his friends had played tricks on him and how he had played them back. He then went into sordid details of how he had stayed overnight at a widow and her daughter, and that during the night they both had visited him.\n\nHis horse. Jumper, seem oblvious to his story and almost looked bored as the rest of the party, occasionally the horse would wander off as Fistar was talking to the great relief to everyone else. Finally after reaching the lunch stop the wood elf became silent and then exclaimed loudly, \"FOOD!!!\" he grinned at everyone as he jumped off his horse. \"So what's for lunch?\" he exclaimed totally ignoring his horse until he got bitten by it. \"OUCH!!! Listen you flea bitten mongrol of a horse. I'm not your lunch, Can't you find some nice looking grass over there and leave me alone!\" the horse looked at the wood elf almost comically then with ears laid back it turned around and started trotting off back towards town. Fistar, just realizing that if the horse got away, he would be on foot, started to run after it, yelling appologies." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The sounds of the nearby jungle do not go unheard. The loud cikadas and the tropical birds tell you that you are closer to the wilds of the jungle than the civilization of the city. Even the farms and small hovels of the commoners who refuse to live within Gothmoor's walls are seen as nothing but small colored squares across the vast wetland.\n\nThe sun's rays beat down for awhile, but then a large storm front moves in from the ocean, bringing clouds and a bit of respite. The clouds gather over Gothmoor and almost seem to hang over the city, before moving farther inland. Even as it moves inland, the clouds seem to hang over Gothmoor, leaving a bit behind.\n\nYou notice you are a half hour's ride to the base of the foothills of the Darksteel Mountain range to the northeast.\n\n Etsia moves around a small wall of ruins and finds a small circular formation of stone, with a large bucket sitting beside it. The sound of cool fast rushing water can be heard down the shaft in the center of the round well." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia grinned and took the bucket by the chain it was attached to, lowering it into the well and bringing it up again. She crouched down and sniffed at the water, then cupped water with her hand and sipped, trying to determine if it seemed safe to drink.\n\nShe nodded and gave Jessamyn a quick smile, then went to fetch Elmshadow and brought him to the well to drink, commenting \"Found a well, can let the horses drink.\" to the others as she passed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOf course if the sniffing or tasting of the water alerts her that the water is not safe to drink, she won't bring the poor horsie there.\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( still mapping around )) \n\nKelzir had seen to his Mistress' needs for food when they'd gone down, eating sparingly himself. Once finished, he went to the stables and readied the horse, bringing it around once brushed and saddled along with the saddlebags. He raised Zarraema up to the saddle, and they'd started off on their journey. Only a short stop at the Temple, paused their departure.\n\nHis eyes lowered, he nevertheless subtly scanned the area as they left. Rooftops and alleyways, even under the bright sun were typical places for anyone to watch from. But still he knew better, his eyes scanned doorways to shops, overhangs, fish-carts and the like. Hoping to catch sight of anyone that might be overly interested in their little party.\n\nHe didn't relax as they moved out of the walls of the city. If anything, it brought him more on edge. Especially with the elf's constant nattering about anything and everything under the sun.\n\nHe knew he slowed their progress, remaining on foot for the journey. As the sun rose into the sky, the heat made itself known. Not a dry heat from the chasms of the Underdark, but a wet and sticky heat. He shrugged it off, sipping from a waterskin occasionally to keep himself cool.\n\nWhen they finally stopped at the small ruin, he scanned the area, looking for any signs of waylayers. The small elf's announcement about water was welcome, it would be important in this climate. He didn't trust it, but it was still welcome. And while silent during the entire trip, he finally gave voice.\n\n \"Perhaps the water should be tested. There are things that can be put in it, to foul the source. Lime being one of the easiest, while it will not kill, it causes considerable problems.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe ride out of the city frustrated her. She had hoped Kelzir would have the sense to ride with her, rather than walk; but no amount of convincing would work. It was not his 'place' he'd said. The heat and brightness of the sun did very little to improve her irritation - it felt as if the blinding orb meant to kill them with its brilliance. She could not decide whether it was better to pull her cloak over her to shield herself from its rays or remove most of her clothing to allow for release of heat.\n\nA rest was more than a little welcomed and the advent of the well seemed a blessing. She knew with the discomfort she felt that Kelzir needed a rest as well. She knew very little of surface dwellers, and for all she knew, this was comfortable weather for them.\n\n\" Should it be found undrinkable, I can always attempt to purify it with the Moon Dancer's blessing. I should be able to bless enough for all of us to drink safely, refill our skins, and still give the horses enough to sate their needs. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((Spell says \"Approximately 8 gallons\"...absolutely no idea how much a horse drinks, but with five companions, that should be no more than 5 gallons (IF each of them drank until they were going to explode!) and leaves enough to at least water the horses, if we decide to use up the spell <nod nod>))\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The sound of approaching horse hooves on the well worn road alerts your group of a newcomer to the ruins. Being told by the tavern keeper of the ruins, it's well known to be a place of respite from the heat, as well as a communal watering hole. The many preset firepits and already smoothed sleeping areas told you so when you arrived. The sound increases, and you can also hear the sound of metal on metal, telling you the rider and/or horse is armored.\n\nYou all are tucked behind the large wall, blocked from the road, as welll as the major opening of the ruins. This also means your horses, unless lead around the ruins, are still out front.\n\nOn the roadside you can hear a man's voice.\n \"Whoa, Whoa...Easy girl. Time to get you a drink.\" " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFinally catching up with his runaway horse, Fistar head back to the ruins, he was berating the horse, which by all intent and purpose was ignoring the wood elf, when the wood elf heard the newcomer coming down the road. The rogue became silent, he quickly secured the reins to a small bush, and then moving silently he circled around the ruins to come up behind, hiding behind any kind of cover he could find.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 19 ](25) \n Hide - (1d20+4)[ 3 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n\nThe horses are outside the ruins...the tallest walls that offer some shade from the sun has a small horse tie in front of it, and shows it is used often as such\n\nYou all are on the opposite side of the wall than the sounds, and your horses are over there too.\nEtsia and her horse are around back, near the well." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had let Elmshadow drink the first bucket empty and was in the process of lifting up another when she heard the sounds. It did not sound threatening. No hunter in their right minds spoke aloud like that. It was also easy to see that a lot of travelers used the place for resting. No doubt it was just another traveler. And if it was not, it was always good to have someone out of sight from the rest of the group, should things get suddenly bad. She nodded to herself and continued taking care of the big palomino." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin had been following Etsia, on foot, leading her horse, since their decision to pause here at the ruins. Thus she was right behind Etsia at this point, waiting patiently for the wild elf to finish watering her horse. It was a good time to nibble on a bit of food from her rations.\n\nWary as she was, she took note of the unfamiliar voice and frowned slightly. With Etsia's palomino deep into its second bucket of water, Jessamyn stepped back to glance around the corner of the wall, looking toward the road.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nDoesn't look like the guy is visible from my position -- which is where Etsia is, regardless of my placement on the map, since Jessamyn has been practically on Etsia's heels since my last post. So no rolling, just noting interest.\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar looked towards the newcomer and decided to have a closer look. He looked harmless to him for the moment and possibly just another traveller on the road. But to be on the safe side, he snuck up closer to see what kind arnament he has and possibly to see if he carried a pouch of gold.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSneaking up to the first block of the ruined wall, assuming that is what the block that is between him and the newcomer.\n\n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 4 ](10) \n\n(Hiding behind the wall when he gets there..)\n\n Hide - (1d20+4)[ 19 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The man sat high in his saddle. The barded horse let out a bit of a whinney as the equally armored human man slid from the saddle to the ground. A bald and deeply tanned head was the only portion of the man not covered with once finely crafted plate. As he turns to his horse, you catch sight of three huge scars running from the left side of his forehead, down the left side of his jaw. The eye in the path of the scars seems whited over. His unremarkable gray cloak flaps lazily as the man moves about. He speaks a strange whispered voice to his horse in a language you have not heard, nor can hear from your distance from him.\n\nHuge spaulders sit on his shoulders and are intricately carved with large ornate bats in flight and the brass-inlaid chest piece moves with seperate pieces allowing the man to move freely. The huge, thick bladed war sword on his back, has a large circle at the pommel, all of the handle and ring wrapped in leather. two small sticks sit in his belt as his hips.\n\nThe man moves to tie his palimino near the remaining horses and the man pauses, before looking around the ruins. Not seeing anyone, he ties his horse to the post and takes a few steps back, giving himself room. He raises a gauntleted hand to his cheek and lifts his head upward.\n\n \"HAIL THE CAMP!\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin tilted her head slightly, catching the sound of the man's voice though not the more subtle rattle of armor beyond the few ruin walls. Noting Etsia still busy with her horse, she gave Ghost's flank a pat and loosed her reins, stepping by the even-tempered horse toward the end of the wall.\n\n \"Watch her a moment, will you?\" she said in a low tone toward Etsia, trusting the little druid to do so as she turned the corner.\n\nRaising her voice significantly, she called back, \"HAIL THE ROAD!\" , long strides taking her in that direction at a steady but unhurried pace." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe little druid nodded at Jessamyn and turned to pat and groom Ghost's mane. When Elmshadow finished the second bucket, she set some more horsefeed on the ground for him and lifted another bucket for Ghost, then returning to the patting and grooming (and making little braids) in the horses' manes." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Jessamyn/ Ruins: \n\nThe man caught sight of Jessamyn and walked to the side a few steps to make himself more visible. Seeing the armored warrioress, the scarred man barely hid a smile as he politely made a half attempt at bowing. He made sure his hands were out to his sides, showing no weapons in hand and stood back up looking directly at Jess.\n\n \" I come for shade and water for my horse and I. Mind if we share some?\" The man motioned to his lathered horse, heavy breathing and it's tongue lolling out the front of it's mouth. The scarred man looked back to Jessamyn, letting his brown eyes scan her for any sort of heraldry or even a holy symbol or regional \"tell\".\n\nStill on the other side of the wall from the two hidden dark elves, and on the other side of the ruined building from Etsia, The man makes no attempt to search the ruins or nearby brush for any other \"hidden people\". His brown eyes look to Jessamyn, waiting for a Aye, or Naye.\n\n Fistar: \n\nYou creep against the one low wall, with a small hole in the ruined pile, you have a perfectly concealed view of the man. He seems to be now talking to someone, who is blocked form your vision by the other ruins, and the size of the peep hole you are using. The scarred man is standing in front of the building, which holds your Dark Elven friends and the other females. He has not made any move towards his weapons, and he seems to purposely be NOT making any hostile movements.\n\n((OOC: Fistar, make a listen check for me.roll your listen skill and add whatever bonus you have for listening to it.))" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin had never made any attempt to hide her allegiance; the tabard that covered her armor was proudly emblazoned with the gauntlet-insignia of Torm. Her greatsword hung strapped across her back, gloved hands nowhere near it. She inclined her head politely, with no special deference -- a warrior greeting a warrior, equal until tested.\n\n \"Of course. The well is back here, sir. Though there is only one bucket.\" \n\nShe indicated the way she had come with one gloved hand and half-turned, prepared to lead him." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar intently tried to listen to the man, not wanting to show his position just yet. He looked ok from where he was and didn't look like he was a danger to the party. The wood elf hoped that he didn't want to join up with them, it would mean splitting up any treasure into another share.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 13 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Jessamyn/Ruins (that means everyone else inside the ruins near the horses)\n\nThe man nodded and then pointed to Jessamyn's chest.\n \"Ahh, Tormite? Good to see more of your clergy around.\" The scar-faced warrior smiled slightly, then became somber and sucked his teeth.\n \"A real tragedy, what has become of the original Temple in town. My heart goes out to you and yours.\" The man said with a sincere voice.\n\n \"I thank you for the offer to share the shade and water. One bucket shouldn't be a problem.\" The man walked a few steps within reach of Jessamyn. The man reached a hand out and waited for her to take or refuse it.\n \n\"May I ask your name, or should I just call you Tormite?\" \n Fistar: \n\nThe sound of a voice mixing with the stranger's, tells you he is speaking to Jessamyn. You an barely make out the words that is being said until another sound comes from behind you.\n\nGrowling...in stereo.\n\nYou turn slowly to see a set of dogs, or what were once dogs...that have been bred with bears! The dogs were the size of middle aged grizzlys and were thick joweled and baring teeth the size of three of your fingers together..in length AND width. (Rotweilers)\n\nBoth dogs were hackled and the were in a purely offensive pose. They stood and growled from 15 feet away, just outside the section of Ruins Fistar was using to hide in. The sound coming from them was like the thunder of an entire regiment of cavalry in full armor approaching from a distance. They watched his every movement, their upturned growling lips quivering with every sound they made.\n\n((Jessamyn and The others can hear the growls.))" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin reached out to clasp the man's hand with a reserved smile. \"Jessamyn, sir, and thank you for your kind words. You would be...?\" \n\nShe had intended to await his answer, but the growls reached her ears at that point, and her face became a sober mask again, gaze flicking away from the warrior to scan the surroundings. Her other hand moved reflexively toward the hilt of her sword but paused halfway, mindful of the man right before her. \"Ah,\" she interjected in a low tone, \"you would not happen to be traveling with a growling beast or two...would you?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Spot Check: (1d20+3)[ 18 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had finished braiding Elmshadow's front mane and attached an impromptu feather-and-beads decoration to it while Ghost was drinking. She was humming slightly under her breath.\n\nWhen the sound of growls reached her, the humming stopped abruptly as she whirled around. Not seeing anything in her near vicinity she took the reins of both horses and began leading them around the ruins toward the others. She would not fight predators with two horses to defend, not if she could help it.\n\n \"Jessame-en!\" The little druid called the tall woman's name as she led the horses toward her." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue smiled nervously at the dogs and muttered softly, \" Nice doggies, if your hungry, there are some nice horses over there.. I'm just a scrawny wood elf, stringy to, not very appetizing really, \" As he talked to the creatures he thought of his options, could he reached the camp in time or not, judging distance and speed he felt it would be close, staying didn't look like a very good option at the moment. He shrugged at the dogs, and with a quick decision decided to tumble over the low wall and run towards the man and Jessamyn.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWasn't sure which one is appropiate Tumble or jump.. I'm thinking tumble as in doing a backflip over the wall. but didn't explain how low the wall was.\n\n Tumble - (1d20+6)[ 6 ](12) \n\nor\n\n Jump - (1d20+5)[ 12 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The man opened his mouth and was about to reply to Jessamyn, when he too heard the dogs growling that sounded like thunder. He sighed audibly, then turned toward the dog's direction. The soldier rolled his tongue and pushed it to his lip. With a fast exhale, he whistled a sharp and staccatoed set of notes.\n\nThe armored man looked back to Jessamyn and let go of her hand, looking to her.\n\n \"Aye, those are my dogs. It seems we have someone dropping the eaves on us.\" The bald scarred man looked toward Fistar who was jumping over his small section of ruined wall and running full bore towards Jessamyn and the man. The two dogs, almost the size of a large bear each, leap over the small wall and come bounding in. The two Rotweilers circle the group before coming to sit on their back haunches, each on one side of the man. The dogs, sitting down, are almost the same 5'9'' height as their master!\n\n \"This one with the cropped ears is Krill, and this one is called Vero. They are more playful, but with our recent events, they seem to be on edge.\" The man gives them both a few pats from his gauntleted hand as his eyes look over his shoulder towards the jungle. After a few moments, he looks back to your group as a small wild elf trailing two horses behind her approaches. The man does a quick head count, and then counts the horses, making a mental note.\n\nThe man then looks to Vero and says a few strange words that sound somewhat like orders.\nIf you speak Gnollish:\n \n Spoiler \nGnoll: \"Circle around, protect.\" \n \n\nThe two dogs give off a bark and leap off running together and dissapearing behind a large ruined building.\n\n \"Well now, lets see about that shade and water.\" The man looks to the three of them and smiled, making his three deep scars on his face distort a bit." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin frowned at Fistar as he rushed over, though inwardly she was relieved to note that nothing had taken a bite out of the wood elf in his sneaky trek. \"Did you lose your horse?\" she asked as he came near, a bit sharply.\n\nThe dogs were impressive, but after noting that they were under control, Jessamyn turned her attention back to the man. \"I apologize. My comrades and I have some reason to be wary. And I have not caught your name...\" \n\nTurning to accompany the man, she smiled when she saw Etsia and the horses. She reached out to take Ghost's reins from the wild elf, looking over the braidwork in mild amusement before giving Etsia a grateful nod." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n \"There was growling, Jessame-en, and... oh.\" She stopped as she realized the sources of the sound were now heeling obediently. She tilted her head to consider the dogs. \"They're big. What are they?\" " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( map? )) \n\nHe continued to tend his Mistress' animal and slight ails. Ensuring that she was watered safely and the food was at least edible before presenting it to her. The advent of another traveler caused his eyes to narrow, but beyond that he maintained nothing but deference toward the dark elven woman.\n\nThe growling of the large animals somehow didn't surprise him. Like the Underdark, only the very brave, very strong or very stupid traveled alone. Dogs were an enigma, loyal to the core, but sometimes prone to distraction.\n\nThe fact that the stranger had not given a name was not lost on him, it was most likely for a good reason. Somehow it was ironic, that for annoying as he was, the only one with a healthy dose of caution was the chatter box. He observed from a distance, cautiously and without making it evident.\n\nThe twitch of an eyebrow was the only indication of surprise at the behemoth size of the mongrels. That they came and responded to whistles meant they were well trained. And they also seemed to understand the huffing-grunting tone as well. As the two beasts bounded off, several things came into his head.\n\n The man was either being followed, or looking for others of their party that he'd missed.\nHe was capable of looking after himself, and had been doing so for a while.\nThe past events they'd had the night before made his appearance suspicious.\nHis comment concerning recent events could be troubling. \n\nFinally satisfied that his Mistress at least, was well cared for. He moved out more into the open, squinting his eyes with a bowed head so the sunlight didn't dazzle him quite so bad. Waterskins in hand, he moved to the spring quietly in order to refill them. His lowered eyes were by no means still, they scanned the edge of the trees and rocks all around. Any indication that there may be more trouble, a shadow out of place, the slight sound of leaves being moved, a random click of a crossbow.\n\n 'There are still far too many unanswered questions lingering about,' he thought." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nLittle thought was given to the fact that she was being tended, but more to the annoyance that Kelzir was not tending to himself. The sounds of the stranger set her wariness on edge, though she did attempt to keep it hidden under a polite neutrality.\n\nResigned to the fact that the stranger would come around to join the shade, she simply sat. His accent was not Drowish, so he would doubtless either be surprised or ..not, at seeing them with the motley party. Instead, she pulled the scabbard of her bastard sword close to her place and arranged a small portion of rations for Kelzir, since he didn't seem to have taken care of himself. All the while, she kept a keen ear on the conversation that she could hear; ready in case something went wrong." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Jessamyn/Etsia/Fistar: \nThe man walked beside Jessamyn and looked over his pauldron and hears her ask for his name again. With a disarming smile, the man walks with jessamyn into the ruins where Zarraema is in, placing the food around for Kelzir.\n\n Zarraema: \n \"My name is Boone. Masaud Boone. I am a soldier of sorts for Gothm-.\" Boone stops talking and looked to Zarraema. He stopped entering the ruins and bowed slightly to the female dark elf.\n\n \"Vendui', olath wenress.\" \n \n Spoiler \n \"Greetings, Dark maiden.\" \n \n\n Kelzir: \nThe man looked around, and then excused himself to the well. Spotting Kelzir as he approached, Boone moved up and began helping the male drow haul up a buket of water. The scarred man pulls out a leather waterskin and dumps out the remaining wine from the winskin. His eyes moved from the dropping wine to kelzir and Boone smirks to him.\n\n \"Naut ulu Eszak. Nindol orn tlu l'vaen bukkit dos inbal ulu haul.\" Boone said with a wink to Kelzir.\n \n Spoiler \n \"Not to Worry. This will be the last bucket you have to haul.\" \n \n\n\nHe dunks the waterskin into the bucket, letting the water fill it up. Boone turned to Kelzir and thumbs a motion for the Drow to let the half full bucket go. Boone walks off back into the shade of the ruins.\n\n All: \n\nBoone walks back into the ruins and pulls out the waterskin. Boone tilts the waterskin back, emptying it and drinking most of it down. Then, he turns it upside down on the top of his head, cooling himself off. With the steam rising off his tanned head, Boone looks up and licks water off his lips.\n\n \"Oh I apologize. I am being rude. Allow me to share.\" Boone hands the waterskin out in front of him to one of you....any of you.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhoever picks the waterskin up, and takes it from Boone, it IS FULL. water is up to the very top of the opening. Is magically refills whenever it seems to be emptied. Tipping it upside down and then rightside up, with the cork out, refills the waterskin within a few seconds. The water is as cool as if you drank it straight from the well.\n \n\n \"So, tell me what two elves, a human and two recent dark elves to the surface, are doing outside the walls of Gothmoor? Adventure? Excitement? Glory?\" Boone's disarming smile is pointed at each of you as he speaks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n drow translator= http://www.eilistraee.com/chosen/language.php \n \n\n\n\n." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( still mappin' it )) \n\nHe watched the man cautiously, nothing was certain here. Though grateful for the assistance, he did not take the advice the man gave. There were still the animals to be looked after, and some fresh cool water would be welcome. Eilistraee only knew when they'd have the benefit of water like this again. Very quietly, his deep musical voice came forth while he was near the human.\n\n \"Ussta klath'ra zhah naut whol dos xor Usstan ulu yikss, Senger. Jhal l'providence d'L'Quar'valsharess iltan.\" \n \n Spoiler \nMy service is not for you or I to decide, Lord. But the providence of The Goddess herself.\n \n\n\nWith a bow to the man, he exited quietly to ensure that at least his Mistress' horse was tended properly. A quick brushing to remove any burrs. Plenty to drink, along with a snack. And a check of the hooves while it munched away to make sure they weren't cracked or had a rock stuck in them.\n\nFinally satisfied, he re-entered the building as he listened to the words the man spoke. With the offering of the skin, he reached out automatically to gently take it. Bringing it to his lips, he sipped a small amount, and held the skin for a few long moments. Since it didn't cause immediate death, he then followed suit, offering the skin out with both hands, his head lowered." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Boone sat down on a makeshift seat fom a fallen peice of the ruined wall and sighed contently. His brown eyes looked over the group and turned back to the small wild elf and smiled.\n\n \"I apologize again, so many questions from so many people. \"they\" as you called them, are my dogs. Krill and Vero. They are not from around these parts, but I had found them on my years as an adventurer.\" The man smiles to her as his looks off a bit, his mind going back to a time past of his adventurers.\n\nSnapping out of his personal trip down memory lane, Boone looks around and awaits any more questions before asking some of his own." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had watched the big mysterious dog-creatures vanishing with obvious amount of regret and disappointment. She kept thinking about them as she sought shade where Zarrae was resting. She did not tie Elmshadow's reins anywhere, instead half-led him with her, then just dropped them and let him wander about, but not until she had set some more horsefeed next to her. She dug up more dried fruit and nuts and munched another mouthful, then offered dried fruit to the big stallion as well.\n\n \"Why are your dogs so big? I don't think they should be, they're bigger than wolves.\" \n\nShe glanced up as the hawk landed on a wall of the ruins, returning from a hunting trip of its own. The hawk tilted its head, then let out a short predator-alarm, obviously confused by the huge dogs as well." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Boone looked over to the smaller elf and nodded to her words. He waited for her to finish and leaned back against the crumbling wall behind him.\n\n \"Ah. Their size does often make people take pause. They were magically altered to that size. Great story actually, if you all were interested in such things.\" Boone looked around, awaiting someone to either nod or shake their head. He wasn't one to run at the mouth, but when someone showed interest in his two best friends, he was always pleasant enough to off the whys and wherefores that made them as big as they are." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded enthusiastically, wondering briefly if her hawk could be made that big, and if she could ride it then. \"They were normal dogs first then?\" \n\nShe continued sharing her food with Elmshadow, who showed much more interest in the dried fruit served from the druid palm than the feed on the ground." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nAfter being scared out of his wits by the dogs and finding out that it was the visitors pets, he went back to checking on his horse to be sure that it had water and that it was tied.\n\nHe then wandered back to the camp and sat down and grabbed some food out of his pack to eat. He nodded to the armored warrior, \"Go ahead, I'm always looking for more stories to tell,\" he smiled." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "MAP: \n Spoiler \n \n \nBoone looked around and shrugged, moving around a bit on his worn stone seat, before speaking again.\n\n \"The two pups were best of the litter and given to me as a gift from a farmer. I raised them myself. They travelled with me wherever I went. their size changed one fateful evening while i was out adventuring with a few old friends of mine.\" Boone spoke and leaned forward as he retold the story, resting his elbows on his knee cops.\n\n \"We were ridding a small farming village up north of a troublesome young adult red dragon. The beast had a penchant for eating woodland livestock. Elk, deer, wolves, foxes. Anything that it could get it's breath onto. It would cook them and eat them. The dragon was a menace. Me and six others started off on this mission, but only the wizard, the cleric, me and my two dogs were left when we reached the dragon. Traps and pits got the rogue and his brother the bard. Two wyrmlings tore the monk to shreds, and a well placed rockslide broke the one leg of the cleric. We were in dire straits.\" Boone looks around the room, to each one, then looks back to Etsia.\n\n \"That is when Thistlerue, the wizard, gets an idea. He was running out of good spells, but he had a few low ones and a handful of powerful ones left. As we were discussing tactics, the dragon suprised us and bore down on the cleric. As I went to charge in, the dragon clawed my face, almost taking it off completely.\" Boone points to the three scars running down the side of his face. \" Thistlerue casts a spell on ol' Kril and Vero, making them enlarge and grow huge. They both leapt out at the dragon attacking it long enough for us to get the cleric clear and administer some healing to her. Thistle and the dogs took the dragon down and I came in to help once the cleric was clear. When it was time to reduce their size, both dogs refused to let the spell be cancelled, they went so far as to knock the wizard out of his casting everytime he started. So, with his final spell, Thistlerue made the change permanent.\" Boone shrugged and looked around for the waterskin, hoping for another drink.\n\n \"Crazy buggers. They seem to like being that big. I'm not one to force anything on the pups, so I never went about changing them back. Thistlerue still groans when he hears the two pups practically tearing down the door to his tower, when I go to visit.\" Boone laughs at the image he's seen too many times. \"They do love their uncle.\" \n\n\nBoone looks around and sighs again, finished with the bit of story for the entertainment of the group and leans back again resting from the heat.\n\n." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe little druid blinked. \"Can any wizard make animals big? And the change just stays like that with another spell?\" She glanced at the hawk again. \"I could ride my hawk like those batriders did!\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin occupied herself with filling Ghost's feedbag and placing it while she listened to Boone's story, occasionally glancing back politely to indicate that she was listening. As Ghost munched contentedly on the oats, Jessamyn fished through the saddlebags to find her food and dole out an appropriate amount for the break...a bit of dried fruit, dried meat and cheese.\n\nLeaning against the broken wall, she turned her attention back to the gathering of stranger and companions, content at this point to simply listen and take note. Though she did brush her loose forelocks back from where they might have shaded her ears, to make sure the half-elven tips were visible. Not one to hide such things, but not about to correct the man... That would be impolite at this point.\n\nOnce Ghost was through with the feedbag, she unstrapped it and tucked it back into the saddlebag and let the mare loose to graze, making sure to glance back periodically to keep an eye on all the horses." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Boone watched the female wild elf and her wide-eyed enthusiasm building.\n\n \"Yes, most wizards, when trained in the type of magic, Alteration magic, can change anyone or anything large like that. And yes all it takes is another spell from a pretty powerful mage to cast that makes whatever is enlarged stay that big.\" \n\nBoone followed her eyes to the hawk (if it is in the ruins near Etsia) then looked back when she mentions batriders.\n\n \"Batriders eh? So then, you have been to Gothmoor. Yeah those bats are naturally grown that size, but, you can make a hawk large enough for you to ride it... I am guessing. I mean, I speak from speculation. I am no wizard at all.\" Boone rubbed his chin, looking over the small wild elf. \"So you saw batriders. I take it something you all got into, or something around you got pretty dangerous. They don't come down to the city for nothing. Tell me, little one, how was it you came to see a Chirok and his steed?\" \n\nBoone's face turns from amusement to concern as he listens." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nShe inclined her head and shoulders in return to the Drowish greeting. Despite being uttered from human lips, it was comforting to hear familiar words. Suspicions and doubt about his intentions melted away as she was reminded of her duties to the Goddess; all travelers are your friend.\n\nAnd so, she greeted him with a smile and gentle words, \" Ol zhah natha ssrigg'tul ulu thalra uss ji screus, abbil. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\" It is a pleasure to meet one so learned, friend. \"\n((I know that's the wrong word for \"Educated\"...but House Maerdyn's translator is down right now, so I am going to pretend I'm a good linguist!))\n \n\n\nHis story brought vague memories of a similar feat by the Matron Mother's Sister, the house wizard. To push the thoughts of \"home\" away, she busied herself with opening up the rations she shared with Kelzir. She offered a small portion to the warrior - it was only right and proper by the Dark Maiden's creed.\n\nIdly, she wondered if Kelzir would play for them while he ate, or if he was too busy being cautious. She berated herself for the thought; his caution had kept them alive more often than not." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia shrugged. \"Some men came to our room at night and attacked us. Jessame-en smashed one's face. Then the batriders and the moon-woman came and took him away.\" She nodded enthusiastically." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Boone takes the food from the dark elven female with a nod of his head in thanks. Chewing, he listens to Etsia and then swallows before talking.\n\n \"Ah yes, must have been late at night, for them to come down for a simple breaking and entering. A moon-woman you say....ah, you must mean a priestess of Eilistraee. There are many of them within Gothmoor's walls.\" \n\nLooking over to Zarraema, he smileb slightly.\n\n \"It seems you really don't have far to go for one of those anyhow.\" Boone smiled again and bowed his head respectfully to the priestess before turning to face the paladin, Jessamyn.\n\n \"So, Jessamyn, of Torm. Are you a Gothmoorite, or a travelling holy warrior? I can tell you that if you're looking for a place, that could use your god's guidance..it is Gothmoor.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe smiled faintly and bowed her head again, \" I have much to learn of the Dark Lady's ways before I can wear the title of Priestess properly, abbil. Though I thank you for the kind comparison. \"" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin turned her attention to Boone, inclining her head slightly. \"I was sent to Gothmoor from Lapalgard with the intention of serving and strengthening the temple there. From what I have seen, I can not argue your judgment. It is an...interesting city. My time in it has been quite brief so I can not say much more than that, yet.\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Boone nodded to Zarraema seeing no reason to argue her personal feelings on her status with the Dark Maiden. Boone slowly stood up and stretched, kicking his feet out one by one stretching out the muscles. He looked to each of you and then spoke to Jessamyn driectly.\n \n\"I wish all of you fair weather and luckon your travels, no matter where it takes you. If any of you make it back to Gothmoor and are in need of shelter, or a place to live, Seek me out. I will see if I can find accomodations for you.\" \n\nBoone walked around the wall of the ruins, and whistled high ad sharp. The sounds of two thundering dogs echoed through the ruins. The scarred soldier got upon his horse and turned the steed to face Gothmoor as he took one final look into the ruins, and smiled sincerely with a nod. Boone rides off back towards Gothmoor, his two giant dogs following behind him.\n\n((ooc: Anyone in the ruins who didn't get up to see Boone, off, make a spot check.))" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia was still busy feeding Elmshadow the last crumbs of his meal and daydreaming about riding a gigantic hawk. She had nodded her farewell at the man with the big dogs, but did not get up to see him off. The stranger seemed more than capable of taking care of himself.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEtsia:\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 19 ] \n\nHawk, Roll 1:\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n\nHawk, Roll 2:\n Spot - (1d20+14)[ 19 ] \n\n...I keep forgetting if the hawk's '+6 to Spot, gain a +8 racial bonus to Spot checks in daylight' is added to the +6 or replacing it. Rolling both ways, use the correct roll, discard the other.\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar was casually eating his rations while listening to the man's story. He was particulary silent for change. Taking everything in and watching everyone, when the man Boone got up to go, he casually nodded to the man, as he still rested against one of the broken walls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nStill fussing with the attempt at getting Kelzir to actually rest and tend to himself, she simply bowed her head to the human fighter as he left and murmured a quiet blessing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check for the preoccupied priestess:\n (1d20+3)[ 9 ](12) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (( map )) \n\nHe listened to the short conversation, moving around quietly to tend anyone who seemed to need it. As people shifted while the stranger got up to leave, he just as quietly cleaned things up. His Mistress' fussing was pointless, he was already resting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot (1d20+4)[ 9 ](13) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin was not about to follow Boone down the road waving a handkerchief. Their conversation was done, his business was elsewhere, and she gave him the respectful nod that she would give anyone who showed themselves deserving of it. As for now, she still had food to square away and a horse to attend to.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot: (1d20+3)[ 11 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n Spoiler \n anyone with over a 10 in spot, notice two things.\n1. Boone left his waterskin on the rock ruin he was using as a seat.\n2. his travel bags off his horse, are sitting beside the rock.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \ninside the saddlebags:\n2 weeks iron rations(split with the party, 3 days food and water)\n2 small vials of a creamy reddish liquid, (resembling blood and shampoo mixed)\n1 small book, blank with quill and 2 ink vials\n1 small length of iron, about the length of your forearm (wand)\nand 1 small scrolled up parchment with a wax seal (looks official)\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf sharp eyes picked out the waterskin and the saddlebags that the Boone had left. He found it odd that someone of his experience would do that. Mistakes happen he thought as he walked over to the waterskin and casually picked it up and took a drink out of it. He then placed it with in his cloak without thinking.\n\nWithout much thought, he started going thru the saddlebags to see if there was anything interesting. A look of disappointed crossed his elven features there wasn't any gold in the saddlebags, he pocketed one of the vials of the reddish liquid to examine later. With a sigh he left the rest as it was.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWaterskin\n Sleight of Hand - (1d20+7)[ 12 ](19) \n\nVial\n Sleight of Hand - (1d20+7)[ 1 ](8) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin frowned as she noticed the objects Boone had left -- and frowned deeper as she saw Fistar picking through them. Pushing off the wall she had been leaning against, Jessamyn approached the rogue and the travel-bags and reached past Fistar to tug them shut.\n\n \"He must have forgotten these in his haste,\" she said, redoing the clasps and hefting the bags from their place. \"I will return them. Did you...take something?\" she added, turning her cool green gaze to Fistar, lips still pressed flat in a less-than-pleased expression.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot 1: Waterskin (1d20+3)[ 18 ](21) \nSpot 2: Vial (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) \nPreemptive Sense Motive: (1d20+5)[ 18 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe wood elf looked at the stance and the frowning face of the paladin. He wondered if she knew that he had pocketed the vial. The waterskin was bulging under his cloak, so truthfully it was hard to hide anyways. He smiled at the paladin, taking out the waterskin. \"He just left this waterskin, I was planning to really give it back to him if I saw him again. He did say to look him up when we get back to Gothmoor. \" he shrugged, \"No use chasing him down now, and we should probably continue on to where that map leads us. I would hate to waste time back tracking.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Bluff - (1d20+3)[ 2 ](5) \n\n((shrug.. lets see if he can beat Jes's sense motive ya know he's just greedy.))\n\nEDIT: /LAUGH!!! he is so burned......\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin's expression did not change as she held out her hands. \"I will give you half-credit for the half-truth,\" she said evenly, \"but I do not appreciate the lie. He may need these things in Gothmoor. We will return them.\" \n\nShe curled her fingers in a 'give' gesture, watching Fistar expectantly. \"The other item, please.\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "((need a listen check from everyone))" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nWith an almost audible sigh, the rogue put his hand into his pocket and took out a spoon, he looked at it with a surprized look, then put it back into his pocket, \"Hmm don't think this is what you wanted.. just a second. \" He continued to look thru his pockets pulling out miscelanous junk, a feather, a broken piece of pottery, a small bracelet (looks worthless), a rock which he promptly tossed to the the ground. \"I'm sure it somewhere.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 11 ](13) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia had slowly turned from tending to Elmshadow to stare at Fistar and Jessamyn as the conversation revealed what had happened. She blinked as she tried to figure out what was going on. Theft was practically an unheard of concept within her small tribe -- everyone knew each other and everything that was good for the tribe was good for every member. Fighting and challenges were normal for her, theft was as alien a thought as the buildings of Gothmoor had been as an environment. She opened her mouth, then closed it and blinked again.\n\n \"Bad Magpie Boy!\" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at Fistar, the three words somehow summing up everything she wanted to say.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEtsia:\n Listen - (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \n\nHawk:\n Listen - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nTheft was neither uncommon nor entirely discouraged in the upbringing that the priestess had received, though it generally ended poorly if the thief were found out. Regardless of upbringing, the wood elf's act brought a frown to her face, \" I agree with Jessamyn of Torm, the things should be returned at once and intact. Not only could they be necessary to his duties, but there could be items that have great personal value. \"\n\nShe rose as she spoke, prepared to add her force to the paladin's if necessary to retrieve the traveler's possessions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check for Zarraema:\n (1d20+3)[ 11 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n ((map)) \n\nHe moved quietly around, the sounds of disagreement between the large woman, the tiny elf, his Mistress and the other male disturbed his typical routine. He shifted about, moving nearby Zarraema so as to defend her if necessary. Still his eyes scanned the openings of the enclosed area. It was still far too easy to become trapped here.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLISTEN: (1d20+4)[ 5 ](9) \n\n(( I am sooo giving up rolling. Yeesh. ))\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin watched Fistar search his pockets, her expression unchanging despite the length of time it took to seek through their apparently significant depths. Like a statue, patient, unwavering in her intent to reclaim what the wood elf had taken.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The faint sound of a woman's voice echoed through the ruins and bounced off the broken and uneven walls. The ambient sound of screams of help could be heard once, the discussions of Fistar's act were silent. Again the woman screamed, dire and distressed, the female's voice could be heard on the wind echoing off the ruins, ruining any attempt to discern it's origin.\n\n\n((Everyone heard the scream. the listen checks all passed.))" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia whirled around at the sound, but not seeing anything near them, she instead whistled sharply, giving the hawk a one-word order in Druidic. The bird took flight into the air, beginning to circle around the ruins, scouting. The druid herself grabbed her spear and began to move out from the shelter of the ruins.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe hawk is trained to circle around and scout and react to either prey or predator / danger. Up to the DM if its birdbrain will understand that whatever is going on is worth a danger-alarm. If it is, the bird will start circling above the danger area and give out an alarm.\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue pulled out a piece of string out of his pocket when he heard the faint scream. \"Did you hear that?\" looking at Jessamyn, he then looked at the wild elf sending the hawk aloft and picking up her spear and racing out of the ruins, \"Come on, it looks like someone needs help, \" Fistar quickly stuffed back the items he took out of his pocket and chased after the wild elf, not caring if the paladin followed or not." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin's head snapped up at the sound of the cry, and she immediately disregarded Fistar's actions -- perhaps she would remember them later, but now was not the time.\n\n \"Someone needs to watch the horses,\" she called as she jogged after Etsia and Fistar, armor flashing, one hand on the hilt of the greatsword over her shoulder. Anything more organized had fled her mind at the sound of distress." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nSomeone did need to watch the horses but it would not have been her first choice with screams coming from nearby and she was not about to force Kelzir to stay alone to perform that task.\n\nInstead, she simply shouted back an assurance that they would not be left untended, and looked to Kelzir. \" We should remain near to listen for the horses, but the area nearby should also be searched. One never knows how sounds can bend in places such as this. ...unless you've a more sound plan, which would be welcomed... \"" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\n\nThe screams weren't unheard by him either, though trained, the acoustics of this place were unknown to him. He nodded at his Mistress' words as he watched the others running off in what they hoped would be the right direction. Not thinking, he moved to their horses, gathering the reigns of three and coaxingly petting the one that the druid rode. Keeping them in one location and hopefully safe.\n \n\"Mistress, your powers may be needed by the person in distress. I can stay and mind the animals.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema:\n \n\" ...indeed, they may need some amount of healing, but they have the Little One with them. I shall concede to Jessamyn of Torm's wishes, for now, unless we hear further distress, and will explore the immediate area more closely. \"\n\nWith that, she calmly slips her baldric over her head and begins wandering towards a grouping of ruined walls, never moving far enough from Kelzir to be out of earshot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearching the nearby ruins:\n (1d20)[ 17 ](17) \n\nAnd, rolling spot and listen, preemptively, in case you want them, Jeggy.\nSpot:\n (1d20+3)[ 6 ](9) \n\nListen:\n (1d20+3)[ 16 ](19) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " EVERYONE: \n Spoiler \n Eeryone roll initiative. Ibby and the drow too.\n \n\n Etsia, Fistar and eventually Jessamyn: \nYou come over a small rise,moving around a rather thick and high ruined wall, and notice the source of the scream. Two wagons sit ahead on the road, about 100 feet away. One of the wagons is turned over, and a few bodies lay stren about, bleeding and motionless. The other wagon has some movement on its back, two females, one of them screaming at something grabbing for her from the other side of the wagon. The other female is kicking and wielding a quarterstaff of her own, thwacking the green scaled arms and shouting at the green arms reaching for them both.\n\nYou can spot fighting happening around the other overturned wagon, spears and a sword going up and then down, but the wide wagon is blocking most of the details. whatever it is, you can see there are way more of them, than the surviving wagoneers.\n\n \n Everyone: \n Spoiler \n\nEveryone who is within visual range can make a spot check to determine what it is they are fighting.\nEach square counts as 5 feet, for purposes of movement, and how fast until you can reach the wagon.\n \n\n\n\n." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n Ambush. In the little druid's mind it was a perfectly normal hunting system, and the possible bandits were the predators of the two-legged world. The prey was not of her tribe, but it often had been and she did not hesitate as she continued running toward the fight.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRun run run toward the attacked wagons~\n\nEdit: Due to zooming speed, heading to I13, approaching the area from hopefully behind the bushes so they block her from being in sight, yey for camouflage druid diving into the bushes!\n\nEtsia:\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n\nHawk: (Not really expecting it to do much, but just in case rolling~)\n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n Spot - (1d20+14)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin's eyes narrowed as she picked up glimpses of the scene. She pulled the greatsword free of its sheath, armored hands braced far apart on the hilt to lessen the burden as she made a beeline for the overturned wagon and its besieged occupants.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heading directly toward A at max run speed, which is about...60 due to armor.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+1)[ 7 ](8) \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 7 ](10) \n\nEdit: Heading for L-14.\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nAs Fistar drew near the wagons he unslung his short bow and when he got with in range. He decided to scoot over to the other side of the road and hopefully get a good look at the attackers\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nRunning to G-15 and getting ready to fire arrows when able.\n\nEdit: this will put me on the road around L18.. this coming round.. irk another edit.. after talking to Jeg, about movement.. I should be able to reach G-15 with ample time.. 30 ft ever 6 sec is walking speed. can run up to 4 times that amount.. so 120 ft... G15 is in plenty of range with time to spare.\n\n Init - (1d20+4)[ 2 ](6) \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 19 ](20) \n " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": "Elystria aimed another blow with the staff at an uncomfortably close lizardman and shouted at her hysterical companion again to do -something- other than scream. Her silver eyes were wide as she assessed the rapidly deteriorating... oh, be honest with yourself, it's pretty much hopeless! situation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative - (1d20)[ 4 ] \nAttack- (1d20)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nThe Priestess continued to scout the ruins, never far from Kelzir, and listening for signs of any battle besides screams. At several times, she had been tempted to summon Kelzir and push them both off in the direction their companions had run in, but what sense would it make to run aimlessly in a direction that they could no longer be headed?\n\nWith a silent sigh, she mouthed a prayer to Eilistraee for their safety and continued a not-so-stealthy scout of the area.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative for Zarraema...way away from the fight. D'oh!\n-dang it, messed up the roll, should be +1 NOT +2...rolling again on the next post-\n..er..and I screwed it up by deleting the roll... it was a 3, if you just want to subtract 1 from it. I was just trying to fix the mistake <cries>\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nLet's try this again...\n (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nIniative: (1d20+3)[ 9 ](12) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n I think my dice are stuck on this 9 thing ... oiye ... throws away dice Somebody else roll dammit\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia Runs full out, moving up to a large bush in front of the first wagon. Jessamyn rushes up behind Etisa and stops on the edge of the street. Fistar moves to the same side as the girls, but moves out to one side, getting the same view of the fight.\n\nA man, older than he is young, with sweat pouring down his face, and his salt and pepper hair smeared with blood, is barely holding off three huge lizards, walking on their back legs. The three reptiles have spears or staves, and the man is fending them off with a greatsword. three lizardmen lay dead at his feet.\nThree other lizardmen are reaching into the one standing wagon where two women are fighting them off. One has the look of an obviously terrified noble, and the other is waving a staff around like a she-demon, fending off the repitlian attacks.\nYou notice that another lizardman, larger and stockier than the others is standing, off to the edge of the jungle, watching and not moving, but he does in fact have a bow which is nocked.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nElystria winds up and cranks one of the lizardmen reaching for her. Bringing the quarterstaff down on it's head, the creature staggers back and shakes his head trying to right its eyes. Then charges back in, snarling and hissing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nImage needs editing, and photobucket is down, jess is in a different spot. thank you Asta! \n \n\n \nROUND 1: \nEtsia: 24\nLizardman 7: 20\nLizardman 3: 19\nLizardman 2: 18\nLizardman 1: 18\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\nOld man: 12\nLizardman5: 11\nLizardman4: 10\nLizardman6: 10\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia snarled under her breath at the sight of the lizardmen. The prey was too close to the predator, using fire would be unwise. Instead she began whispering a spell under her breath, her green eyes scouting for a suitable spot. She crouched a little, the fingers of the left hand clenching around the symbol of Rillifane Rallathil that she wore as a pendant. The words turned into a low growl in the end as she finished the summon with a commanding gesture toward the three lizardmen attacking the women in the wagon.\n\nA gray wolf appeared out of nothing next to the lizardmen. With a growl echoing Etsia's, it lunged to attack the nearest lizardman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSummoned Wolf:\n Bite - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nIf applicable:\n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n\nIf the bite hits, attempts to Trip:\n Trip - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n\nAnd to see if the wolf crits:\n[roll=Bite]1d20+3[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nRight, this happens when I -don't- copy-paste the roll code. ...or maybe it's the editing... the original rolls stayed the same at least, I don't dare to touch it anymore, so rolling the possible Summoned Wolf crit here in a separate post.\n\n Bite - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The wolf appeared (I12) out of a grey misty smoke and lunged for one of the lizardmen(6) tearing into the green reptile's hamstring. The lizardman screams and hisses trying to turn around to swat the wolf, but cannot. Althought the wolf did it's job and prevented the lizardman from helping his two allies from grabbing one of the two ladies.\n\nThe one free standing lizardman looked to his right and spotted some movement. As he noticed a small elven rogue, the lizardman leader leveled his shortbow on the rogue and fired off an arrow at Fistar.\n Bow - (1d20)[ 13 ] \n dmg - (1d4)[ 2 ] \n\nThe lizardman with a spear (3) Ducked a shot from the old man with the greatsword and lunged foreward, thrusting it into the man's gut, blood splashed the tropical grass and the man's shirt.\n\nThe next lizardman (2) swung a nasty bone chiseled sword at the old man, missing , but as he missed it put the old man in an off-balanced position, and the third lizardman fighting him (1) charged in (mv to I8) and stabbed the man in the chest, dropping him to the bloody ground.\n\n\n ROUND 1: \nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 7: 20 X\nLizardman 3: 19 X\nLizardman 2: 18 X\nLizardman 1: 18 X\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\nOld man: 12\nLizardman5: 11\nLizardman4: 10\nLizardman6: 10\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nFrom the sounds of angry hissing, he counted the differences in tone as it reverberated off the stones and through the air. There were at least five, probably more he surmised. The horses seemed content to remain where they were for now, so he ventured away from them in order to see more of what was going on. Yet not so far as to leave their mounts untended." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nUpon hearing the lizardman scream (who could miss it after hearing the female screams?), she scowled and headed towards Kelzir, using her native tongue to speak, \" Kelzir, sevir l'zaphodiopen, nind xal ssrig'luin udossta dortho. \"\n \n Spoiler \n\n\" Kelzir, leave the horses, they may require our aid. \"\n \n\n\nWithout waiting, and knowing that he would be close, she took off at a dead run towards the direction the others left in...hoping and praying to Eilistraee that it was the correct way." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHis Mistress' words snapped his attention fully. With one last look back at the horses to check on them, he launched himself into a dead run. The nearly silent hiss of drow made steel was only the beginning as his rapier and a dagger came to his hands.\n\nHe angled his approach to intersect with Zarraema, attempting to head her off slightly. If there was a bowyer about, he wanted the shaft to find him first. Reaching her, he slowed only slightly, his deep voice reaching out to carry toward the battle, as he began to sing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Inspire Courage +1 Morale .. translates to +1 morale bonus to save versus charm and fear, +1 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.\nPERFORM: (1d20+4)[ 14 ](18) \n \n\n \"Tlu kr'athin ulu jindurn dosst streea ussta mua,\nWund l'vidennen d'uoi'nota zhal dos alu.\nzil dosst khel ulnen t'larryo p'los ussta velve,\nwhol dos ol zhah biu shaiith tonashss ulu p'obon dosst phalar.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBe ready to face your death my foe,\nInto the gates of hell shall you go.\nAs your body lies broken before my blade,\nfor you it's a nameless rock to mark your grave.\n " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": "Elystria's dismay at the lizardmen's ability to shake off her blows turned to cautious hope as she caught sight of the newcomers, but she dared not turn her attention away to get a better look. Instead, she swung her quarterstaff with renewed vigor and put all of her slight weight behind the blow and prayed frantically to the Lord of the Continuum that there was enough time for them to get to her. Whether they would be better than the lizardmen was a risk she was willing to take.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo hit: (1d20)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Kelzir and Zarraema move uptowards the location, spotting the hawk still up in the sky, circling the battle. Moving up, armed and towards the sound of the battle, the two drow make their way across the rocky tropical ground.\n((You will be on the spot I have your initials at on the map for next round.))\n\n Elystria: \n Spoiler \nThe number at the end of the name in the intiative list, is the order in which they go. The \"X\" shows who has gone.. and with your initiative at a 4, you um....go last :0. I put an \"X\" on your name, so i'll move your missed attack to the bottom of the attacks, once everyone has gone, then after i post your miss, it'll go back to the top, (starting with Etsia, it is sorta good to go last, because it gives you time to post what it is you want to do, and see what everyone else does. Now, you -can- post out of \"your turn\" and can change it whenever you want, up to the point of it being your turn. after that..it's gospel.\n \n\n\n\nThe lizardman (5) reaches out snatching the leg of the noble woman, yanking her hard and almost completely out of the wagon. The Lizardman (5) attempts to take a bit of her calf muscle, but the noble woman kick the lizardman in the face, stopping the bite.\n\nThe other lizardman (4), Swipes a claw at the standing staffer female, Elystria, and misses horribly. His swing is blocked by the quarterstaff deftly ((NINJA IBBY! He missed his roll...)).\n\nThe final lizardman reaches back and sraps it's claws along the wolf's back, tearing chunks of fur and flesh from the wolf. Scoring deep gashes in the wolf's back, the lizardman howls ((I have track of the summoned monster's hp))\n\nJessamyn is up.\n\n\nROUND 1:\nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 7: 20 X\nLizardman 3: 19 X\nLizardman 2: 18 X\nLizardman 1: 18 X\nZarrae : 17 X\nKelzir : 12 X\nOld man: 12 X\nLizardman5: 11 X\nLizardman4: 10 X\nLizardman6: 10 X\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4 X" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin strides forward into the fray, bringing her greatsword to bear and thrusting out at the torso of the lizardman that has the woman by the leg.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heh, short post...\n\nAttack on lizardman 5: (1d20+5)[ 8 ](13) \n\nConfirmation in case of crit: (1d20+5)[ 8 ](13) \n\nIn case of hit, damage: (2d6+3)[ 6 ][ 1 ](10) \n\n -- the Dmg(S) and Dmg(M) always mixes me up, so this is the Dmg(M)...if it wasn't what I rolled before, then I was wrong on....one of these rolls! shrug! It's not a small greatsword. <.<\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\n\" Why that silly lizard trying to hit me with an arrow,\" Fistar smirked as he took aim with his own bow and let loose at the lizard with the bow. \"Here's a gift from little ole me.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAt #7 Lizardman\n\n Attack - (1d20+2)[ 2 ](4) \n Crit - (1d20+2)[ 8 ](10) \n Damage - (1d6)[ 1 ](1) \n\ncough I think I coughed..\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n\nJessamyn rushes up to the lizardman who turns to spot the paladin right before her greatsword swung upward. The slice through the air didn't sotop once it hit lizardman flesh. It tore through his arm at the armpit and it's tip gashed dthrough it's neck, spewing blood everywhere. The lizardman dropped into a pile of it's own blood, gurgling, and choking on it's own blood. The arm still hung attached to the noble woman's leg, which increased her terror to the point, her eyes rolled up into her skull and she fell back into the wagon.\n\nFistar Fired the arrow, sending it towards the lizardman, but wind, wun in his eyes, or something veered the arrow behind the lizardman and the arrow dissapeared into the jungle behind him.\n\nYou all hear (Z and Kel too) the sound of a man, screaming bloody murder. You turn to see the three lizardmen,(1,2,3) rip into the man's flesh, tearing an arm off at the elbow and another one tearing into the man's throat dropping the man dead to the bloody grass.\n\n\nThe standing woman with the quarterstaff swung down and struck the other lizardman, but shook the blow off, which only made the woman fight harder. Seeing the noblewoman beside her pass out from stress, the standing female seemed to only fight more fiercely, to keep them both alive.\n\n ROUND 2: \nEtsia: 24\nLizardman 7: 20\nLizardman 3: 19\nLizardman 2: 18\nLizardman 1: 18\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\n Old man: 12 \n Lizardman5: 11 \nLizardman4: 10\nLizardman6: 10\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia snarled as she saw the wolf -- summoned or not -- get hurt. She stepped out of the protection of the bushes, pulled out her sling and aimed a shot at the lizard who had hurt the animal.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking Lizardman 6 with a sling, rolling possible critical check and damage, in case she hits.\n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Critical - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " \n\nEtsia winds up and stands quickly, popping from the bush, She fires the rock at the speed of a bullet, cracking the one lizardman (6) in the eye, dropping him to the floor.\n\nThe obvious lizardman leader(7) sneered at the elf and puts his bow away as one of the other lizardman(3), brought it's leader the dead old man's severed head. Taking the head in it's hands, the leader turned and dissapeared into the jungle. The lizardman (3) draws out a crude rusty short sword and leather wrapped shield.\n\nThe closest liardman (1) ran up about 10 feet and threw a spear toward Fistar with a hiss.\n spear - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\nWhile the one launched a spear, the other Lizardman (2) spotted the paladin, then saw a small elf pop out of the bush, but instead fired it's spear at the paladin, determining her a bigger threat.\n\n spear - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n dmg - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n ROUND 2: \nEtsia: 24 X\n Lizardman 7: 20 \nLizardman 3: 19 x\nLizardman 2: 18 x\nLizardman 1: 18 x\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\n Old man: 12 \nLizardman5: 11\nLizardman4: 10\nLizardman6: 10\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "((Crit threat on Fistar, need a successful hit to make a crit, triple dmg.))\n\nspear - (1d20+1)[13]\n\n(If this hits, triple the original dmg.)\nNo critical, but Fistar has a spear through his thigh, and sticking out the back....and sticking into the ground..\n\n((SPIKED THE MAGPIE BOY!))" }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nClose enough, by now, to see a few things, she frowns as they run and whispers a prayer, \" Dark Lady, give me wisdom in this... \"\n\nKelzir's song gave her a bit of confidence - knowing that he was near did even more. Unable to pick up the pace any more than she was already moving, she peered ahead to see where her abilities might best be used - my sword or my spells, which will they need more? \n \n Spoiler \n\nZarraema's search the area, to see where she might be of use.\n (1d20)[ 1 ](1) \n\n((OMG! Zarraema is blind! x.x))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (still mappin it) \n\nHe continued on his way, his eyes scanning the scene with anything but a servile attitude. This was life and death, a game he'd been playing for many years. Carelessness now would cost one or all of them dearly, and mistakes could not be afforded. He watched the movements of the lizards as he approached rapidly, trying to determine the flow of the fight. He wasn't trying to be stealthy, he knew his songs would bolster his companions, so still on the run, he sang out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nContinuing to sing and provide bonuses in combat, when I'm within earshot they should take effect.\n\nSearch: Optimum point of attack or assistance if needed (1d20+3)[ 4 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Zarraema \n \n Spoiler \n click on your picture sig...go to skills....you have a +3 in SPOT.....don't forget you still get points for bonuses when using skills, even if you didn't put points in it. no need to reroll i put you in a random spot.\n \n\n \n\nAnyone who attacks, now the group all gets an additional +1 to attacks from Kelzir's song.\n\nThe one lizardman (4) Snatches a small wrapped bundle out of the wagon, and with a lump growing on his head, it turns tail and runs into the woods.\n\nThe other Lizardman (6) staggers to it's feet, clutching one of his eyes. blood was pouring down it's green scaled face and it makes a half hearted defensive swipe in front of him but hitting nothing.\n\n(He can't attack since he stood up. Jessamyn gets one free Attack of Opportunity on him as he is standing, and then it's her turn..so Jessamyn, go twice!)\n\n\n ROUND 2: \nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 3: 19 x\nLizardman 2: 18 x\nLizardman 1: 18 x\nZarrae : 17 x\nKelzir : 12 x\nLizardman4: 10 x\nLizardman6: 10 x\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin saw one of the lizardmen pull a bundle from the wagon and immediately alarm-bells went off in her head. She stepped forward over the body of the one she had previously spitted, prepared to give chase, when the lizardman who had collapsed a moment before staggered to its feet beside her. Reflexively she slashed at the potential threat before lunging past it, bringing her sword back and up in an arc before stabbing straight forward at the fleeing lizardman's midsection.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack of Opportunity on Lizardman 6: (1d20+6)[ 5 ](11) \n\nConfirmation in case of crit: (1d20+6)[ 15 ](21) \n\nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 1 ][ 6 ](10) \n\n\n\nAttack on Lizardman 4 (provided it hasn't run out of reach of a 5'+ sword yet): (1d20+6)[ 8 ](14) \n\nConfirmation in case of crit: (1d20+6)[ 18 ](24) \n\nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 3 ][ 6 ](12) \n\n\nAdded the bonus point due to Kelzir's song.\n\nEdit: Meh! Can I switch my attack and crit-confirmation rolls? snickers, shakes fist at dice\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Jessamyn steps up and approaches the lizardman(6) who has about 4 feet gain on her. She slashes deftly to her side and barely missed the one eyed lizardman(6), before turning her attention on the leaving lizardman with the bundle.\n\nWith a fast slash, Jessamyn watched a scaley foot fly high into the air, severed above the ankle, flipping end over end and landing in the bush behind her. The one-legged lizardman (4) falls hard screaming and tossing the bundle into the air. It hits the ground (H9) and it begins to cry. Small infant crying can be heard from the bundle!\n\n((fistar's turn, then Elystria))" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar gasps in pain as he looks down to the spear protuding from his thigh. When he saw the spear fly towards him, his life flashed before his eyes and then for some unknown reason he stumbled to the side and the spear impaled his thigh. Gasping with pain and almost dropping his bow he looked at the battle, with outmost concentration he took aim at the one of the lizardman closest to him and let loose an arrow, before pain and shock overcame him and he dropped the bow and grasps his thigh.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack lizardman #3 I'm not even sure if he can with a spear in his leg.. if you want to take any penality off do so.. I've added Kelzir's song to the attack.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 18 ](21) \n Damage - (1d6)[ 6 ](6) \n Crit - (1d20+3)[ 19 ](22) \n " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": "Elystria let out another shout as the lizardman grabbed the bundle and then, staff still in hand, considered the situation. Chances were good that the lizardmen weren't much interested in her... which made it an excellent moment for a little satisfaction. She sighted on nearest lizardman and narrowed her eyes, raised her free hand, and spit out the arcane words that would cast the missile of power.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Shooting lizardman 2, I believe? (1d4+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia blinked up as she heard the cry of a baby. She did not know what the lizardmen wanted with the baby, but she rather stayed ignorant on that as well. Instead she concentrated on the new priority: to keep the lizardmen from snatching the bundle again.\n\nSeeing one of the women in the wagon cast a spell at the lizardman nearest to the infant, she took aim and shot at the lizardman who was near to the bundle as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking lizardman 1 with a sling. Adding the +1 from Kelzir's song. Rolling possible crit-check and damage, if she hits.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n Crit - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Fistar: After tossing the spear at Fistar, the lizardman began closing the space between him and Fistar, but instead caught a fletched arrow in the chest, and soon the heart inside, cleaved in twain, stops beating.\n\n Elystria: The lizardman(2) looked suprised as the magical missle of pinkish energy rocks out of the female standing on the wagon and the missle catches it right between the eyes, but merely staggers the lizardman.\n\nThe other spear-tosser lizardman(1) attempts to start to close the gap between he and the paladin, first caught a rock in the face from Etsia, staggering him.\n\n \n\nThe one lizardman bloody from the dead old man(2) turns his head at the sound of the baby and bolts for it (Full run). With a magic missle wound on his head, he scooped the bundle up into his scaley arms and continued to run, leaving two lizardmen standing (6)(1). With one eye, wildly swinging around a growing pile of his dead and dying lizard friends The lizardmen howl and hiss.\n\n ROUND 3: \nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 2: 18 X\nLizardman 1: 18 x\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\nLizardman6: 10\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nSeeing the chatterbox Wood Elf speared through the leg told her immediately, where she was needed. Spells would do him no good with the weapon still protruding from him, but she could at least remain nearby to ensure that he was not injured further; until it was safe to remove the offending object.\n\nAdmittedly, she could not see much from her vantage point, but this seemed to be the most immediate use for her abilities, and so, she drew her bastard sword and took up a defensive position between Fisten...Fiter?...whatever his name was, and the still-moving lizardmen." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nSong still streaming from his lips, he surmised the situation quickly. The one fleeing, the other two still in place. The fleeing one was already out of accurate dagger range, nearly sixty feet away. So he turned his attention to the other two.\n\nWith nothing resembling a flourish, he speared the ground with his rapier and tossed his dagger in twisting hop to his other hand while drawing the other dagger. As it came free, the first one was let fly in a spinning arc toward the lizard headed for the armored woman. As he lifted his rapier back up from where it was stuck in the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTo hit lizard man 1 ... (1d20+4)[ 16 ](20) \n critical ... (1d20+4)[ 13 ](17) \n dagger damage ... (1d3+1)[ 3 ](4) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The dark elven bard sung his song and let fly a dagger. end over end it flipped right over the paladin's left shoulder, and into the skull of the lizardman(6). With a shudder and a wail, the green skinned creature dropped to Jessamyn's feet, dead.\n \n ROUND 3: \nEtsia: 24 x\n Lizardman 2: 18 X \nLizardman 1: 18 x\nZarrae : 17 x\nKelzir : 12 x\n Lizardman6: 10 \nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\n\nThe paladin had seen the other lizardman snatch the baby, but she knew all too well that she could not hope to catch up with the unburdened creature...especially after it lunged into the forest. Face set in a grim mask, she turned her attention to the last enemy on the field and stepped forward over another scaly corpse, driving her greatsword at the remaining lizardman.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack on lizardman 1: (1d20+6)[ 2 ](8) with the +1 still from the bardsong I think\n\nIn case of crit: (1d20+6)[ 13 ](19) \n\nDamage: (2d6+4)[ 4 ][ 5 ](13) with the +1 from the bardsong I believe\n\n\nEdit: Wow, I totally failed to hit. Heehee. Jessamyn too pissed off to attack effectively!\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar writhed in pain as he grasped the protuding spear his hand and shoved the shaft of it all the way thru, letting out a loud yelp at the pain. Grimacing with a look of determination, he picked up his bow and took aim at the remain lizard only to noticed that there was a dark elf in his way. He waited until he could see a clear shot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n((only attack if its a clear shot.. hmm not even sure he can attack after spending his move removing the spear.. ))\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 2 ](7) \n Attack - (1d6)[ 5 ](5) \n Crit - (1d20+5)[ 5 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": "Elystria let out her breath in a huff as she looked after the fleeing lizardman. The one left didn't look like it stood much chance against the woman in the armor and her companions... no sense in wasting a spell when she might be in hot water shortly! Instead, the white-haired elf crouched down next to the noblewoman with her in the cart to assess her situation... and to give Elystria herself time to think about her own." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia snarled as one of the lizardmen managed to steal the baby and run into the jungle. Its companions were falling fast, though. They just had to make sure they all fell now. She aimed a shot at the last standing lizardman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking lizardman 1 with a sling, adding +1 to attack and damage rolls, thanks to Kelzir's song~\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Critical - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Like a lizardman trained in the ancient arts of kung fu, the agile lizardman twists and turns as the blows from everyone don't even come close. Hissing and growling, the lizardman ignores everyone and leaps to his right and then turns quickly, lashing out at Kelzir with his rusty short sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n shortsword - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n dmg - (1d6-1)[ 2 ] \n \n\n\n\n((Photobucket is down, can't put up the new map yet..so i'll do it tomorrow.))\n\n ROUND 4: \nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 1: 18 X\nZarrae : 17\nKelzir : 12\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe didn't even notice the bard removing the spear from his own leg after she saw a weapon swing at Kelzir. Even the Moon Dancer taught revenge and this was the time for it; hit or not, he'd threatened her lov-...former slave.\n\nWith a quiet growl and using both hands, she swung the bastard sword in an arc toward the lizardman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTwo-handed swing of the bastard sword towards the remaining lizardman. (Added in Kelzir's song)\n\n Roll to hit: \n (1d20+3)[ 1 ](4) \n In case of crit: \n (1d20+3)[ 7 ](10) \n Damage if applicable: \n (1d10+4)[ 8 ](12) \n\n((<facepalms> Leave it to the priestess to try to cut off the leg of the person she's trying to save... oiye))\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The lizardman swung high and hard, glancing off the bard's leather aromor. the shot coming close to his neck, but bouncing high, doing no damage.\n\nTHe lizardman saw the female dark elf coming around her once-slave and it's eyes went wide, and ducked to the far side of Kelzir as Zarraema swung..\n\n ((Rolling a 1, is a fumble...you roll again ,taking your crit roll, and if you miss, it's a critical FUMBLE...yeah...sighs)) \n\nAs the moondancer came around with the swing of the sword, the lizardman, ducks low and steps back half a foot, feeling the breeze over his back. Kelzir watched the lizardman do this strange duck, then caught the glint of shining steel out of the corner of his eye..as it dove through his leather armor and bit slightly into his ribs. ((1/4 of original dmg, no str bonuses- 2dmg)) \n\nThe lizardman sort of dances to a standing stance again, unsure wether or not he's good enough to fight one of the legendary dark elves of the Southern surface. With a hiss and a chimping of a mouthful of teeth, he grips his rusty short sword and shield.\n\n\n ROUND 4: \nEtsia: 24 X\nLizardman 1: 18 X\nZarrae : 17 X\nKelzir : 12\nJessamyn: 8\nFistar: 6\nElystria: 4" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nPain, it was nothing new. It wasn't even surprising, he'd been hurt many times before, in many ways of training. He merely stared at the lizard for a short moment before lunging into motion.\n\nHe dropped to the ground, after the blow to his side was pulled back. In a tucking motion, he rolled forward to stab outward with the long rapier in his hand, holding the dagger in reserve to parry another thrust from the reptile.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nTumble: (1d20+4)[ 3 ](7) \nTo hit with Rapier: (1d20+2)[ 7 ](9) \nCritical chance: (1d20+2)[ 20 ](22) \nDamnage: (1d4+2)[ 2 ](4) \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin was getting frustrated. Precious seconds lost as the baby-stealing lizardman fled into the forest, as their injured continued to bleed, as the ambushed dead lay still sprawled on the turf... It was an insult to their efforts thus far, and all due to a single dancing lizardman--!\n\nThat was it. She swept her greatsword up over her head in a move her sword-trainer had always cautioned about, then simply brought it down fast and hard at the lizardman's head.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot a called shot, though she'd really like to split him in two. crosses fingers, prays for no fumble\n\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 7 ](13) \n\nCrit chance: [rollv]1d20+d[/rollv]\n\nDamage: (2d6+4)[ 2 ][ 5 ](11) \n\nEdit: +d! Yes! I know how to type, really I do! x.x At least I think I got it...\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The lizardman raised the shield up quickly, blocking the rapier but just barely. With another hiss, the lizardman raised the shortsword up to grop it into the bard's face, but instead was smashed into the bloddy grass as a paladin's great sword came down, crushing his skull into pieces, breaking it's neck and shoving his reptilian head into his shoulderblades. The lizardman fell over with a sickening plop.\n\nAs everyone hears the combat die down, you can hear another low long moan, coming from the other side of the wagons.\n\n((everyone check the OOC thread))" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia's glare changed into a delighted grin as the paladin finally caught the dancing lizardman. She let out a little sound that could have easily been 'Ha!' and then -- after a quick glance to make sure everything green and scaly was really down and not moving -- she ran to where the sliced lizardman lay, made a face at it and looked like she was going to poke it with her spear for good measure. Then her ears twitched at the new sound, and she headed toward it to see what was making the moaning sound." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": " Etsia \n\nYou round the wagons to see a man hidden by the large wooden caravan. Leaning against one of the wagon's wheels, his hip is bleeding, as is his knee. You notic that his thigh has an extra 'bend\" in it that shouldn't be there, and the leg is most likely compound fractured. A shaft of a broken off arrow protrudes from the bloody hole in his hip and he raises a dagger at you defensively as you round the wagon.\n\n \"D-do not c-come any closs-ser. I'll h-have yer liver!\" The man is scared, and his face is wet with tears of pain.\n((The others can hear the man speaking, no roll needed.))\n\n\nThe woman is groggily waking up from her fainting spell, and looking arounddrowsily for her infant.\n\n \"Merrie? Merrie? W-where is my baby?\" The woman looks up to Her robed female quarterstaffed companion in the wagon near her." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia tilted her head and blinked. \"Nono, we didn't attack you. The lizards did. We killed them.\" She nodded for emphasis, then pointed at the man's wounds. \"I can heal that for you, if you let me.\" She attached the sling back to her belt, then made a face as she heard the woman in the wagon speaking.\n\n \"One of the lizards ran off with the baby.\" She glanced over her shoulder toward the jungle and made a face. \"...I can probably track it down...\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The man looks over to Etsia and then over to the woman crying for her baby.\nWith a sigh and a curt nod, he lowers the dagger and allows Etsia to do the healing. (his dagger is still in hand, but at his side as he closes his eyes and readies himself for the pain.\n\nThe woman begins to bawl and sob uncontrollably. She wails for her child and looks over the side of the wagon to The paladin.\n\n \"Please! you must find my baby! I will pay you whatever you want! I will offer you everything I have, if you just find my baby!\" The woman pleads at Jessamyn, trying to clutch the paladin's armor or cloak." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia stepped closer to the man and sighed. \"Need to take the arrow out. It will hurt.\" With no further warning or debate, she leaned down, took a hold of the arrow and yanked it out, dropping it and immediately following with a healing spell, touching the arrow-wound on his hip and the obviously broken leg.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince Fistar was situated basically behind Etsia's back, she's actually unaware that he's hurt at the moment.\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe froze as her sword bit into Kelzir's armor, completely missing the lizardman, and all but dropped the blade at his feet. Only shock truly kept her grip on it, but the tip lowered to the ground.\n\nAs the beast finally fell to the Paladin's blade, she shook herself. She'd done so much worse to Kelzir when they were in the Underdark...and she'd done that on purpose. Swallowing her pride and her concern, and seeing that he was able to thrust at the lizard, she turned to the ever-yammering-Wood Elf, unaware that he'd removed the spear on his own.\n\n Well, at least he has enough intelligence behind that mouth to know what to do... \n\nShe softly whispered in the dialect of the Underdark just before moving towards Fis- ..whatever his name was, \"...I will tend you soon, Kelzir, ...I apologize for my poor aim.\" Words seem so hollow... \n\nAs she approached the bleeding Wood Elf, she raised her voice, \"...I shall attempt to heal you, though it might cause some discomfort.\"\n\nWithout pause for him to object, she took a deep breath and called on her connection to the Moon Maiden, just before laying the palm of her hand over the bleeding gouge in Fistar's leg.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCure Light Wounds:\n (1d8+2)[ 4 ](6) \n\n((that's with +2 for my level...if I'm still supposed to roll at +1, then subtract one? hehe. Let's see what happens to the poor chatterbox!))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (mappin) \n\nHe came back up from the ground to his feet as the lizard fell. The thud of the body was unnoticed while his eyes scanned the distance for the possibility of any re-enforcements. Finally he turned himself at his Mistress' voice and bowed deeply.\n\n \"It is nothing for concern Mistress, merely a slight annoyance. It is a small price for my display of arrogance which placed me in the path of your swing. There are others that may require your attention much worse.\" " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin was pacing, obviously agitated. In the time it had taken for the healers to do their work, she had walked among the downed lizardmen, making sure they were dead, and paused at the beheaded body of the old man. Her face was tight, eyes like chips of jade; she still carried her sword, low and off to one side, but had not yet stopped to clean the blade.\n\nHer eyes searched the jungle edge as if, by looking hard enough, she could find some sort of path through it. Pale platinum brows drew down further and further as she saw nothing of the sort. Her jaw tightened. This was a disaster.\n\nWhen the woman grabbed her arm, Jessamyn halted and turned her head, not trusting herself to turn all the way with the sword. She fixed her gaze on the woman's watery eyes.\n\n \"We will retrieve the child,\" she said gravely. \"It was our mistake that caused its capture. But we must send you and your companion to safety before more lizards find us.\" \n\nAs much as she hated the idea of sending the civilians off alone, there was not time to escort them to Gothmoor if they were to catch up with the babysnatcher. And there was the matter of the slain man. Plans rose and fell in the paladin's mind, none of them sufficient. She had to hope the others would agree to their new mission." }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nAs the woman began to entreat the newcomers, Elystria backed away... sighed... gathered up her few belongings and clambered out of the wagon. Her silver eyes took a quick check of the group curiously and she nodded to herself. They certainly looked like adventurers. Perfect.\n\n\n\"We will retrieve the child,\" said the woman in armor. \"It was our mistake that caused its capture. But we must send you and your companion to safety before more lizards find us.\"\n\nElystria strode over, smoothing her robes, and frowned seriously.\n\n\" You are right, they will be safer within walls. Besides, we'll make better time without them. \"" }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia beamed at the man as his wounds healed. She tiptoed to pat him on the head. \"All better.\" \n\nShe turned to look at the women near the wagon, hearing the conversation. \"I can look for tracks. The lizardmen must have a camp somewhere. Do you know why they attacked? ...and who's the man whose head they took?\" \n\nShe looked at the overturned wagon, and then blinked, realizing that something was missing. \"What happened to the horses? Did they take them, too?\" She narrowed her eyes, then walked around the wagon slowly, looking for hoof prints to see where the horses had ran off -- or been taken.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling Survival to locate possible horse-tracks.\n Survival - (1d20+11)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin looked over Elystria, her hard expression unwavering. Vaguely she recalled some flash of magic during the fight, perhaps from the wagons' direction, and it was certainly not from the bawling woman who currently clung to her arm, so...\n\n \"You wish to accompany us, then? My name is Jessamyn Starwater...do you have a horse?\" " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nThe young elf began to grin, but faltered at the mention of a horse. She looked off at the remains of the caravan, hoping...\n\n\" Er... no. But, ehm, well. You could use my skills! I'm a student of... \" she paused, trying to decide how far she could exaggerate. \" The arcane magics and mysteries of the continuum! \" There, that sounded suitably impressive." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nWith a grimace the wood elf watched the the female dark elf heal his leg, the wound slowly closed with a tingling feeling, \"Oh don't worry about me, its only a flesh wound really. I'm sure I'll survive just fine thank you for your kind assisstance, \" he muttered under his breath as he picked at the damaged leather armor, \"I guess I shall need to get this repaired\" . Fistar then caught the words of reward, for retrieving the lost baby. \"How much reward to get the baby back?\" He could almost feel the paladin's ice cold glare freezing his heart.\nThe wood elf looked at the ground and kicked the dirt and mumbled under his breath almost silently, \"I was just askin....\" " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "The wounds are healed, and the man stands up and takes the pat on his head with a slight smile. The skin was still bruised as the blood needed time to move about and circulate into his body. The man nodded to Etsia and went to confort the woman.\n\nHearing them all speak, the man picked up the remains of the armor and the body of his headless friend, stuffed it into the back of the wagon.\n\n \"My name is Bontue. James Bontue. I was wagonmaster of this wagon and the one behind us there, when the lizardmen attacked. Four adventurers that were with us, chased the main chunk of them into the forest, but a few stragglers stayed to raid and ravage us common folk.\" James rests a hand on the sobing woman's leg and then began to continue picking up the remainder of their non-looted items with a slight limp.\n\nJames looked to te beautiful Elystria and threw a nod to the back wagon.\n \"As soon as I move the other cargo from the back wagon into this one, I can give you two of the 4 horses. I won't be needing them both. I can have the Guild of the Coin come back and retrieve the lone wagon once inside.\" He tossed Elystria a set of horse saddlebags, that belonged to the dead headless man in the back of the wagon, then moved off to help the sobbing woman seat herself correctly.\n\nThe woman stifles her sobs long enough to look into Jessamyn's eyes with her own tear stained and reddened eyes.\n \"F-find my baby. Bring her to me. I will be in the North ward, every night at the Fountain du Bargenier' until dawn. If I am not there, ask for The House of Golden Laurels. anyone can direct you.\" THe woman squeezed Jessamyn's arm slightly and pleaded with her eyes, before the man shouted back he is finished with the transfer of cargo.\n\nJames lead two horses to Elystria and put the saddlebags on the back horse. He also attached a bedroll and a blanket as well as all 4 waterskins.\n\n \"Here, these should help in the heat.\" The man nodded to her and handed the reigns over to her.\n\n\nEtsia looked around for a bit, noticing many hoof as well as footprints. She does find a couple sets of hoofprints that lead back into the ruins." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia wandered off toward the ruins, guessing the horses might have stopped to the company of the other horses there. Herd meant safety, after all. That, and she wanted to check on their own horses, as well." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n \"Ma'am,\" the paladin said to the teary-eyed woman, bending her head slightly to keep her gaze, \"go to my temple, the Temple of Torm in Gothmoor. Tell them what you have just told me. We will bring back your baby, but you need not pace until dawn on the dark streets. Pray for your child and for us, to what gods you may follow, and the Temple will direct your child back to you when we return. There is no price for this. \n \"But you should go. And so should we. Have faith, and the gods will be with us.\" \n\nShe bowed her head slightly to the distraught woman as she was taken away, then turned her attention to Elystria. Noting the horse and supplies, she almost managed a smile. \"I hope your arcane mysteries will be of use. It seems we're headed into a dark place.\" \n\nThat said, she turned her attention back to the treeline, gauntleted hands still clenching regularly on the hilt of her drawn sword." }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nAs she took the reins for the horse, she smiled gratefully at James.\n\n\" Thank you... for this and for taking me on before, as well. I'll do whatever I can to help. \" She glanced at the other woman for a second before looking back to him. \" And anyone else from the caravan we come across I'll send to you in Gothmoor. If we do. \"\n\nElystria bit her lip for a moment, then shrugged her thin shoulders, unable to think of anything else to say... she looked to the armored woman gratefully when she spoke.\n\n\" Oh... well, surely. Magic is always an aid in dark places. Even if only to make light. \" She waved a hand in what she hoped was a graceful and wizardly gesture." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \nHearing the paladin console the bleating woman, one phrase stood out\n \"... There is no price for this.\" and with that statement Fistar rolled his eyes heavenwards almost with disgust and turned around to go after Etsia to look on to the horses in the ruins. Catching up to Etsia he started talking about the fight and about his near death, \"That spear had my name on it.. \" he continued talking until they came close to the ruins, \"..Umm... I have.. some business to do in the bush, I'll catch up with you.. in a bit. \" blushing furiously he head off to a nearby bush..\n\nUpon reaching the bush, he watched the wild elf head towards where the horses were and then he snucked into the camp and hopefully out of the view of the wild elf. He silently went to the his pack taking out a flask of oil and his own waterskin and then went to the saddle bags that were left by Boone. He quickly replaced Boone's waterskin with his own then went thru the saddle bags and placed an oil flask in it and taking the other vial that was with in the pack and for extra measure took the rolled up scroll and ink vial.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n((not sure what to roll with all this action except for Moving Silently))\n\n Move Silent - (1d20+8)[ 17 ](25) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia heads off tward the ruined building, the building that was holding the saddlebag of Boone and some of their other equipment. She spots a few random horses that still carry tack and harness from the wagon on their backs. She can easily get three horses before reaching their own 5 horses.\n\n \n Spoiler \n3 horses. ((need two Wild Empathy checks per horse, one to approach, and one to grab the reigns without making the skittish horse jump ..or kick.\n6 rolls total. 15 DC , -2 for your dope level of druidness, -1 for terrain is non combat. so roll over a 12. Add your bonus too.))\n \n\n\nFistar does whatever he did in the ruins and hear the horses nicker and whinney and soon hear the soft voice of the druid." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia was relieved as the parrot boy went about his business elsewhere... his chattering would not be helpful in catching the horses at all. They did not seem injured, but were no doubt very skittish after the attack, and she had no ability to speak with them today.\n\nShe paused to watch one, just standing there without doing anything for a while. Then she began moving toward a horse slowly, staying in its view to make sure it would not consider her an ambush hunter threat. She kept all her movements steady and slow, making soft neighing sounds occasionally, offering dried fruit on a palm of an extended hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nHorse 1:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n\nHorse 2:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n\nHorse 3:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe first horse she had approached had been still too dubious to trust strangers and had not let her come close. The other two had been much more docile, and easily soothed by petting and treats. She led the two back to the wagon, offering their reins to the man she had healed and then offered him a nod and headed back to get their own horses.\n\nElmshadow received a big hug and more fruit. She untied Ghost and the horse the drow used, wondering briefly where Fistar's horse had gone. The thought of Fistar reminded her of something else, and she led the three horses to where Boone's saddlebags were. Jessame'en would want them to be returned. Maybe the people traveling to Gothmoor could do that.\n\nShe paused as she saw Fistar fiddling with his saddlebags. A quick glance told her that Boone's saddlebags were still where they had left them. But still... she eyed him dubiously.\n\n \"Did you take anything that isn't yours?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf Fistar isn't there anymore, I'll edit the post. Took some time to try to soothe three horses and bring two back, and then come to the ruins. But if he is...\n\nPre-emptive roll vs. whatever comes out of Fistar's mouth next and general 'something is up' check-up.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe frowned slightly as he listened to the sniveling of the unhurt woman in the wagon. If her child had been so important, why hadn't she at least tried to defend it. He moved forward, the slight wound ignored, still watching outward for any sign of further immediate trouble.\n\nThe words of what was thought to be an intelligent woman stopped him dead in his tracks as he moved about.\n\n \"It was our mistake that caused its capture.\" She'd said.\n\nWhat rubbish and utter idiocy that statement was. But it set the tone for what was to come next. The explanation of the other survivor made matters clear. That the guards they'd hired were stupid and by this time had probably gotten themselves captured or killed. Never run boldly into a cave that you know chitines are in, but those others had ignored the simple precept and left a more defensible area behind. Sure enough the rest of it came out, rather than mind their own business, they were going off on a rescue mission for a woman that wouldn't even raise a hand to defend her child.\n\nHe idly watched the other two elves wander off, the yammering one soon vacating the presence of the druid. A barely imperceptible shake of his head, it wasn't his concern. He'd a feeling that the other wasn't to be trusted any further than he could throw a horse. He was a loud, opportunistic, selfish braggart that would probably turn on them the first time things looked like he could make a better deal." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nDistracted by the fork-tongued thank you and wishing to return to Kelzir's wound, she never heard the Paladin's statement.\n\n ...the loud-mouth has a boast for everything. \n\nShe moves toward Kelzir, lowers her voice, and switches back to the common Underdark speech that she'd grown up with as she pushes at his armor to examine the wound, \"Small wound. I should still have been more careful. I can do a little to mend it, for now.\" \n\nWith that, she grasped onto her faith and devotion to the Moon Maiden and gently laid her palm against the gash in Kelzir's armor and side.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((Don't have to roll for Cure minor wounds, do I? If no, that's one hp back for the papercut-bard!))\n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "((okay i'll ooc this bit in here evven though we have an OOC thread))\n\nEtsia: ((holy poop woman! can you roll anything low?!?! geeze uber dicer over here guys.))\n\nZarraema((no need to roll you'll do at least 1point+2 for level, so he's full))\n\n\nThe Man accepts the horses and attacheed them to the back of the wagon. He nodded another 'thank you' and kicked the wagon into gear and the horses began to pull it.\n\nYou stand alone, surrounded by bloody dead bodes of lizardmen and the others have seemed to wander off. (Etsia and Fistar)" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar was fiddling with his pack, making sure things were in place, when he heard the question from the wild elf. The wood elf shrugged at Etsia, \"The only stuff I have is my own, \" he smiled at her, \"...but your welcome to look in my pack if you don't believe me, \" he grinned. He was pretty sure no one knew what was in his pack or Boone's pack to begin with. so didn't see any harm for to see what the pack contain. Still within his pocket, he still had one of the vials plus an ink vial.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((*chuckle for what good this will do.. rolling a bluff.. but as far as Fistar is conerned everything is his... /smirk, ohh yea.. I reading back.. no one had looked into Boone's pack, Jessamyn, just closed it up and didn't look in it.. So even Etsia wouldn't know what Fistar's stuff would be his or not his.))\n\n Bluff - (1d20+3)[ 19 ](22) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia shook her head. There was no point in looking in anyone's bags, since she didn't know what had been there in the first place. \"Alright then. I'll bring the man's bags to Jessame-en.\" She nodded, brought the horses to the bags and attached them to Ghost's saddle, then nodded at Fistar again.\n\n\"There is still one, possibly two horses at loose.\" She commented offhandedly, then led the horses back to the group. She gave the reins of Ghost to Jessame-en with a smile and a nod toward Boone's saddlebags, then the reins of the horse the drow had used to Zarraema with another smile. Then she patted Elmshadow on the neck. \"Stay here, I'll look for the other horses.\"\n\nWithout bothering to attach him anywhere and trusting the horse would stay with the others, she headed back to the horse who had been too dubious to be caught earlier.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf James somehow got the horses while Etsia was fetching their own, disregard the rolls. If he didn't, we have two horses extra. And it's not in Etsia's nature to leave horses behind any more than we would leave people behind, so back for the runaway horses she goes!\n\nHorse 1:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n\nTrying to find and catch the fourth run-away horse, the one that was not easily in view.\n Track - (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEdit: Well, she found the tracks of the runaway fourth horse, but failed to catch either, so... roll-fest to determine how long it takes for her to catch them!\n\nHorse 1:\n[roll=Approach]1d20+5[/roll]\n[roll=Catch]1d20+5[/roll]\n\nHorse 4:\n[roll=Approach]1d20+5[/roll]\n[roll=Catch]1d20+5[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nIt was not difficult to find the fourth runaway horse, but it took some time to soothe it and its earlier skittish companion. Eventually the little druid managed, though, and both horses followed her to the other adventurers, munching dried fruit in a content manner.\n\nShe went straight to Elmshadow to pet him, then looked at the tall woman seriously. \"We have two extra horses now. Can't leave them here, they'd get hurt.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAlright, Etsia is ready to go now! ...did anyone loot the lizards, btw? <.<\n\nHorse 1:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n\nHorse 4:\n Approach - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n Catch - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin accepted the reins of Ghost from Etsia, giving the druid a slight nod. She had more or less forgotten Boone's saddlebags; with the reminder, the tense look on her face only firmed, and she gave a faint sigh.\n\nHaving seen the wagon and the survivors off, she finally managed to loosen her grip on the sword, wipe it down and slide it back into its sheath, though she did not tie it in tightly and kept her gaze on the jungle.\n\nShe nodded slightly, hearing Etsia's comment. \"We were short one horse as it was, I think,\" she said quietly. \"Make sure everyone is mounted. We can bring along the spare, I'm sure there is enough to graze on in there, and we might need it...\" \n \n Spoiler \nJess hasn't looted the corpses and doesn't plan to. Fistar can have at them. >.>\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded and brought one of the horses to Kelzir, giving him the reins. \"You should ride, too. Faster and better rested in battle.\" She nodded and patted him on the arm, then gave the reins of Elmshadow to Jessamyn. \"Keep him here for a bit in case he wants to follow. I'll see if I can find the tracks.\" She glanced at the two extra horses and sighed. \"...should probably tie their reins to follow us so they don't run off all silly-like again...\" \n\nShe let the others decide which horse to attach to which mount and instead walked slowly through the battle field, trying to find the tracks of the lizardman who rushed into the jungle with the baby.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSurvival rolls to find the tracks and then follow them.\n Locate Tracks - (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \n Follow Tracks - (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe smiled faintly as Kelzir's minor wound closed partially, leaving a thin, but closed wound. Once the spell completed, she cast it again, using her connection to the Moon Dancer to call upon the healing powers. She then replaced her sword and began to peer at the surroundings.\n\nSearching for anyone or anything that might need her attention, most notably, the still-injured, she toed at some of the lizardman remains and generally wandered around the area.\n\nEtsia's offer of a horse to Kelzir brought a thin, private smile to her face. He would finally be able to ride; perhaps the sun would not have such a wearying affect on either of them tomorrow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((First, having Zarraema \"Purify Food and Drink\" with \"Cure Minor Wounds\"...\n\nThen, searching the area for remaining injured...or, anything else that might catch a Drow Priestess' eye.\n\n (1d20)[ 4 ](4) \nEDIT: ...yeah, she may as well have tripped over her own feet. <laughs> ))\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe bowed deeply, twice, once to his Mistress for her ministration. The second to the tiny elf that handed him reigns. It seemed that the chaos was over for now, but the paladin was going to be determined to go after the child.\n\n \"It is not my place to ride, but it will do Mistress well to have another to use, should she need it.\" \n\nHe glanced around, surveying the carnage, trying to determined if anything was worth salvaging. To leave anything behind that was useful would be foolish on their part.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch - Anything useful (tool, weapon, rope .. etc) - (1d20+4)[ 8 ](12) \n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nThe rogue picked up his pack and then grabbed the riegns of his horse, turning around he went to follow the other group. Stopping here and there he did a brief check on the bloody corpses littering the ground. He noticed that the wild elf was already studying the tracks with a determined look.\nWith a sigh, as he realized that they would be going after the baby instead of going to where the map led them, he said, \"Well, lets get on with it, the sooner we find this baby, the sooner we can get back to looking for treasure, \" then looking at Etsia, \"I hope your good at tracking...\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n((will spend a minute searching the corpses))\n\n search - (1d20+2)[ 13 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Etsia finds the final horses and then begins searching for the tracks. She found them easily enough, as most of the prints show the lizardmen were carrying heavy loads, which made their prints deeper. Following the basic direction of the prints is not going to be a problem, and you can actually track them from horseback, seeing as they were fleeing pretty fast, they weren't trying to cover their tracks. (broken branches, turned over logs, bent aside grass etc..)The trail heads westward into the jungle.\n\nZarraema finished healing Kelzir and then walked around the field of battle. She spotted that the druid had returned from somewhere with two more horses and she spotted that Kelzir did indeed take the horse offered to him.\n\nKelzir took the horse and began to search the field, looking for any items of value or use. One of the lizardman was carrying a small satchel, that Kelzir found when he moved the body. The bag was underneath the lizard. Inside is a strange stone, with a leather cord, almost like a necklace. A Small lantern with many many inscriptions on it (in drow), a set of two daggers, and a small rolled up cloak.\n\n\nFistar began to search through the corpses. He began noticing that they only wore a loincloth made from filthy leather (probably human skin) and just a pouch on their hip. After looting the pouches, you collect 23 silver and 34 copper. One of the lizardmen had a strange cube of polished black obsidian the size of your first thumb knuckle." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded a little to herself, and then glanced up at the parrot boy at his comment, green eyes steady and calm. \"I can track.\" There was no need to boast: insecurity of ones skills and position in the tribe was for the cubs. She could track. Whether it would be good enough or not remained to be seen -- and proved.\n\nShe made her way back to the others. She paused to pick up the stones she had used in the battle, wiped them clean on the grass and placed them back in the slingstone pouch.\n\nShe leaped enough to grab Elmshadow's saddle and pull herself up. She gave a nod to the tall woman. \"The tracks are very clear. We can follow them on horseback for now.\" " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nThis was excellent... these were real adventurers, not just merchants. Her chance of ending up in some arcane ruins or finding magical tomes was definitely increasing. And certainly her magic would be of use... she decided after a brief glance around that they were at best familiar with healing and probably not much other real magic.\n\nElystria glanced over at the only stumbling block to her joining the group, which was grazing and completely ignoring the tugs she periodically gave to its reins. She tried another pull... glared at the horse, and then shifted her look to the saddle and stirrups, which she eyed dubiously. If only she had learned how to ride..." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin swung into Ghost's saddle and looked around at her assembled -- and newly grown -- collection of companions. She inclined her head to the drow, addressing them.\n\n \"I apologize that we are turning aside from our intended destination for now. I only think that it will not run away in our absence, while the baby's situation may soon slip through our grasp. I can not let that happen, and I hope we are agreed.\n\n\"When we are all ready, Etsia should lead...\" \n\nThinking about what might await them in the forest, Jessamyn leaned back in her saddle to undo the straps that held her shield against Ghost's side. She also loosed the warhammer from its place on her belt. Though she vastly preferred the greatsword, it would prove awkward should she have to swing it from horseback, and just as cumbersome should the trees thicken once they were within the jungle. The long blade could sit in its sheath for now." }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nThe young elf sighed. If only she knew a spell for this... why were horses so tall? She kept a grip on the reins and moved to stand next to the horse, working out the problem in her mind. When the armored woman swung herself up onto her horse she had put her foot so... Elystria copied as best she could... and hand on that knob thing and then...\n\nIf anyone had wondered what an elf looked like when being completely graceless, they had only to look at Elystria as she tried to seat herself with the horse shifting and the saddle sliding and her robes and staff hampering the entire effort. With an undignified grunt, she made it into the seat and bounced on the opposite stirrup for a moment to right the saddle before settling in. She tugged futilely at her robes that had bunched up around her knees and sighed before attempting to regain some sort of poise.\n\n\" Of course... and I am ready! \" She fussed at her belongings with an irritated expression as something began to slide off from behind her. \" Ahem. Lead on, warrioress! \"" }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe fingered the stone for a moment, debating any value it may have before placing it back in the pouch he'd taken it out of. The daggers he quietly strapped to either leg for convenient use, if needed. The small cloak he draped upon his shoulders, and secured to his armor to prevent it being grabbed and used to choke him. He carried the lantern to the lizard his thrown knife was sticking out of and tugged it free with a slight twist, ensuring the creature would never breathe again.\n\nFinally ready, he waited for the others to be prepared and moved over to stand with the reigns of the other horse in his hand near the one his Mistress rode. He glanced down at the incision that had been made in his armor when he'd negligently stepped in front of his Mistress' sword. Humming quietly, he recalled a simple spell, pulling the armor tight together again he drew his fingers over it causing it to be repaired.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMending: Minor repairs of an object.\n \n\n\nAfter this he waited, he examined the lantern, peering at the inscriptions he recognized and trying to determine from whence it had come. A drowish lantern intrigued him, as not even the darkest cave was enough to blind one of them. He thought there be some other purpose to it, and he wanted to determine what it may be before presenting the stone necklace and lantern to his Mistress for her dispensation." }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nFinding no more than dead bodies, she wandered back to Kelzir's location with a faint smile.\n\nWhen the Paladin spoke, she bowed her head slightly, \"Do what you feel is necessary. Agree with your decision or not, we set out together and shall continue together. I do doubt that the trail will be short or absent of risk.\" \n\nShe lowered her voice, intending to address Kelzir as he inspected the Drow-marked lamp, \"It's fortunate that you'll be riding now, as it seems we'll need to make haste.\" \n\nWith that, she swung her leg over the saddle with a little more grace than the arcanist...but not by much; it wasn't as if the Underdark was filled with equines, after all." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe ceased his inspection at the approach of his Mistress, stowing the lamp for future examination later. With ease, he lifted himself onto the back of the horse that Estia had handed him with a bow before hand. Settling easily in the saddle, he waited for the paladin to begin moving. He did, however, extend his arm with a bow of his head, the pouch with the stone offered to the drow woman next to him." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia glanced behind her to make sure all the horses were accounted for only to notice that the two extras were more or less standing free and grazing still. She hopped down from the saddle and after a moment's consideration, attached one's reins to Elystria's saddle. \"They know each other already, stay calmer together as a small herd.\" She patted both horses, then attached the last one to Kelzir's saddle. After patting them as well she managed to climb back on Elmshadow's saddle and nudge him forward toward the tracks, following them into the jungle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot really going anywhere before Fistar is following them, of course, but wanted to toss the post in before going to bed. Fistar can handle the looting and being-ready post at the same time as following-post or something. <.<\n " }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar looked around and then hopped onto his horse and promptly fell off on the other side, he glared at the the horse with a mild accusatory stare. \"Listen you dimwitted glue factory horse. Stop moving and stay still. \" Again the rogue slowly this time mounted Jumper and settled into the saddle. \"Lead on, I'll take up the rear for now.. unless you want me to check for any traps ahead, but I doubt that there will be many in our way at the moment. \" \n \n Spoiler \n\n((well Fistar had already looted what he could a pittance if that.. so lets just move on.. I think tho Jeg is flying as of this post.. so we can just wander thru the forest. and get completely lost until he can post /smirk))\n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nThe Drow priestess stared at the bag for a moment before gently taking it. Using the common tongue of the Underdark, she held the pouch without opening it and lowered her voice, \"What is this, Kelzir?\" \n\nShe would never be afraid of anything her former slave handed her, but she was still cautious - knowing the bard as she had come to, she wondered if he would ever understand his own right to possession." }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe shook his head and shrugged slowly. \"I do not know Mistress. It appears like it may be a necklace of some sort. Perhaps some indication of their spiritual guide. Or, it could just be a rock with a string through it.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe nodded and looped the bag's handle through her belt, ensuring that it was secure as she made to follow the Wild Elf, \"Udos orn inbal ulu zud'dar ol maristo, vel'drav udos ph'naut chasing p'luin byrren. Xal p'los udossta ortelassa ulu Quar'valsharess.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\"We will have to test it tonight, when we are not chasing after others. Perhaps before our prayer to the Goddess.\"\n \n\n\nShe smiled at Kelzir, attempting a soothing expression and maintaining the Under-Common dialect, \"Usstan talinth ol zhah bekea whol udossa ulu zexen'uma xuil l'shinduago xellased whol nin. Ka a jala draeval dos satiir nindel gaer zhah natha sanrr udos zhal'la naut, Usstan orn'la iiyola dosst advice. Dos inbal zuch acraturaus ulu kyorl draeval p'los vel'bol Usstan zhahus izil, maunq'a Usstan zhahus sae'uth xuil dosst insight a l'draeval, xor naut.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\"I think it's wise for us to stay with the surface dwellers for now. If at any time you feel that there is a reason we should not, I would treasure your advice. You have always managed to see past what I was able, whether I was pleased with your insight at the time, or not.\"\n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe remained silent for a while, contemplating everything he'd seen and heard thus far. There were points that could be argued for both options at this point, leaving the surface dwellers to their own fate or remaining with them. But as it stood, there were a few things that weighed in favor of one over the other. He spoke quietly in the native language of their people.\n \n\"Jabbress, 'zil ol xal tlu bekea ulu sevir nind tar'annen yol nind ph'sei'lor ulu alu pursue natha dalhar noamuth a natha j'nesst nindel xunus naut tangis'y'teni natha rah ulu sslig'ne ol. Gaer ph'byr klezn nindel telanth udos zhal'la zexen'uma. L'd'nilok kluthak competant lu'ka naubol dkinoss onhasta ulu fol thry, Usstan tlun naut zhaunus d'l'tenets mih a l'Yah, Torm. L'zhas uss zhah mziln izil, lu'rena pholor natha juss'a d'ilta ehmtu kluthak bwael tar'annen 'zil al. dossta bran abbil Usstan xun naut z'reninth zhal'la tlu khalessev doeb d'sol ml'aen, jhal gaer zhah fol xukuth gaer, d'elezz Usstan er'griff z'reninth ol ulu tlu whol ukt ehmtu zai'th. Usstan shlubnaut telanth d'nindol sel eldalie faern, jhal il xunus fre'sla lu'malar 'zil al.\n\nUdos ph''zil quin niki wun natha b'vecko thac'zil. Lu'rena udossta abbanen ph'naut d'udossta detholin, mzilst kluth ulu tal'skala vel'bol nind zhaun d'udossa lu'khluryar dal di'morad t'sek d'waess. Whol nin, Usstan z'reninth udos ph'alur tir xuil mina, taga pholor udossta ehmtu.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Mistress, as it may be wise to leave their company since they are set to go pursue a child lost by a woman that did not even raise a hand to defend it. There are other things that say we should stay. The paladin seems competant and if nothing else dedicated to some cause, I am not sure of the tenets held by the God, Torm. The wild one is also able, and while on a quest of her own seems good company as well. Our loud friend I do not believe should be trusted out of eye sight, but there is some heart there, though I only believe it to be for his own sake. I cannot speak of this new elven wizard, but she did stand and fight as well.\n\nWe are as yet strangers in a strange land. And while our allies are not of our choosing, most seem to ignore what they know of us and judge from actions instead of skin. For now, I believe we are better off with them, than on our own.\" \n \n\n\nWith that having been said, his deep voice quieted to silence. He raised his eyes to follow the others as he shifted in the saddle. The second horse tied to it nickered slightly, resulting in a gentle petting.\n\n \"Only The Dark Mistress knows our where our path will lead.\" " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": " Zarraema: \n\nShe smiled softly at her former slave and leaned in her saddle to pat him on the knee. \"Bel'la. Usstan qua'l\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\"Thank you (informal). I agree.\"\n \n\n\nWith that, she fell in behind, beside or in front of Kelzir, depending on the terrain." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "You all set off, heading into the woods after the lizardmen and the lost baby. The trail is retardedly easy to follow. The lizardmen were running so fast, they didn't have time to cover their tracks or properly skulk through the underbrush or vines. Large sections of underbrush were trampled and protruding branches were cracked off from the escaping reptiles. The soft soil of the jungle floor makes it easy to see where the lizardmen kicked up the dirt in their running. You follow this trail about 20 minutes into the hot sweltering afternoon, until you come accross what looks like a small scuffle.\n\nA human male in rusty chainmail laid across the body of a lizardman, the human has three arrows protruding from his back and neck, shot from the front. When he fell down, they must have burst up and out through his back and neck. (shot from ahead) The man's shortswords lay not far from his lifeles hands. THe lizardman underneath him is missing an arm and a section of it's skull.\n\nTwo more lizardmen lay around the area, obviously cut down from a pursuer. Some with their own weapons still in hand. The trail leads onward past the scene into the jungle further. Ahead, in the distance, through the open canopy of the jungle mangroves and palms, you can see a massive line of mountains, surrounded by foothills, poking out from the jungle. Probably five weeks hard ride to the West by North West. The lizardmen run due west." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Well you know, I don't think they came this way,\" the rogue chuckled and then with a more serious tone, \"They can't be that far ahead. We should be aware of maybe an ambush.\" Fistar jumped off his horse and did a quick search of the bodies, ignoring the rusty weapons and seeing if any coin pouches are around." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \n Spoiler \n\nForgot to roll for a search\n\n search - (1d20+2)[ 16 ](18) \n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe little druid did not dismount while she watched the scene, then the tracks leading further to west. \"I hope that whoever shot the arrows isn't there waiting. Could be a hidden guard.\" The long elven ears twitched as she tried to catch a sound, watching their surroundings, looking for any sign of ambush or trap.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n Listen - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Fistar\nYou search the bodies of the men and the lizardmen alike.\n \n Spoiler \nYou find nothing on the lizardmen as usual.\non the one man, you find his belt pouch with 55 gold, and 13 silver. A small token shaped like a horse, and a iron key.\nOn the second man, you find 3 small rubies,and 23 gold. THe first man has twin short swords, and the second used to wield a cutlass and dagger.\nBoth have normal clothing and studded leather armor.\nYou look over the bodies and find that the arrows embedded into the men, the wounds surrounding the protruding arrows...have turned a sickly green(poison) and smells of almonds.\n \n\n\nEtsia\nYou listen and try to discern if the archers are still around. after a few moments you decide nothing remains behind and hear nothing more than the beautiful sounds of the jungle." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n\nFistar frowned at noticing the poison on the arrows, \"I recommend being careful they are using poison.\" he commented outloud. Taking belt pouch and other items he placed them into his saddlebag. At least this venture may have some profit after all he thought as he grin softly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n((add items to my player sheet, plus the gold.))\n " }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nThe paladin pulled her shield from its place and slid her arm through the straps, then took the reins again. The warhammer stayed in its place, hanging from her belt, for the moment. She glanced across the group.\n\n \"I know two of you can heal...I hope you can deal with poisons as well. My kit does not allow much in the way of certainty for dealing with such things.\n\n\"If you have any way to protect yourselves, I'd advise preparing it. No doubt we'll be shot at during some point of this.\" \n\nShe nodded to Etsia then and pointed with her chin toward the continuing trail." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia nodded, and since she had not noticed any signs of ambush, she urged Elmshadow forward, following the tracks of the lizardmen to west." }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "With careful movement, The group makes it way down through the underbrush, urging their horses deeper into the hot jungle. The bugs and the annoying insects are beginning to get to you as the ground ahead begins to soften and you can hear the wet sounds of the horse's hooved feet being sucked into the muddy ground.\n\nThe sky opens up as the hovering clouds begin their unloading of buckets of rain. The noise of the forest is amplified as the rain hits the wide leafy bushes and canopy above. You make out the trail the lizardmen used and follow it for another 200 yards, until you come across what looks like a deer run.\n\nA small worn path used by predator and prey alike, worn down to provide a small ammount of resistance-free movement, runs across your own trail. You notice the trail you're currently on does not continue past the deer run.\n\nThe tracks of the lizardmen are filling with rain water and you can see the head off to the left. The sounds of the jungle are alive, and you can hear all sorts of animals and creatures as the rain brings the soggy woods further to life." }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nEtsia sighed. \"Looks like they continued along the path to left... but with this rain, if they stepped out of it again, we will not be able to see it.\" She turned Elmshadow left, hoping to catch the lizardmen before they slipped past her tracking ability.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrying her best to notice anything track-worthy in the surroundings while riding, broken branches, not-washed-away tracks leading away from the path, anything else 'off' or strange. Not sure which to roll, so rolling both! Use whatever is applicable.\n Search - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n Track - (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Edonil", "message": " KELZIR \n (map) \n\nHe followed along, watching from near the middle of the group. The jungle elf was now in her element and leading them quickly for all the overgrowth. The advent of the trail was only slightly welcoming.\n\nThe rain slicked down his hair, plastering it against his head, the noise of it amplified as the air thickened. While it would keep them from hearing an approach from a distance, it would also mask their noise as well. It seemed that the reptiles were still moving hastily, apparently expecting some kind of reprisal. As they mulled over for a short time before turning left along the trail, he had a thought that perhaps they were supposed to be following the larger group of tracks. He realized that if he'd regrouped with counterparts and was the one being chased, that he would attempt to lure any pursuers off by making it seem like he'd joined with the larger group. So, before catching up, he rode a short way, looking for any sign that they were being led astray .... and into a trap.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSEARCH: Looking for tracks, upturned mud, the telltale dragging of a tail tip in the mud that might lead in another direction.\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ](18) \n " }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nSitting awkwardly on her acquired horse and feeling the rain seep down inside her clothes, the young elf sighed heavily and pondered her spells. None useful for rain, particularly, that she had bothered reading this morning! Damn.\n\nShe looked around at the adventurers... she had to prove she was useful somehow so that they'd keep her on! Hopefully some sort of lizardman would pop out and she could fry them, although the last batch seemed remarkably resistant to arcane energies. She frowned furiously at that and hunkered down beneath the rain, trying to keep an eye on the jungle around them; she couldn't track to save her life, but she could still be useful!" }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " \n Spoiler \nspot (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \nsearch (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarrae", "message": "Zarraema:\n\nShe nodded to the Paladin's admonition, mentally reviewing all of the spells that the Dark Lady had blessed her with as they rode.\n\nThe rain served to cool off the heat of the day, but began to cause her armor to take on an uncomfortable soggy state. That, in addition to the small trail raised the hairs on the back of her neck.\n\n\" It could be that they knew more rescuers would follow and have prepared a trap or ambush on this tiny trail. \"\n\n Moon Maiden, give me wisdom for this... " }, { "author": "Jeggred Von", "message": "Carefully, the group makes it's way down the tiny trail, watching both sides and ahead for any sort of trap or sign of something amiss.\n\nNothing comes.\n\nYou wander down the trail, the rain soaking you to the bone and the steam coming off of the plants and even your own armor making the air thick with humidity, turning breathing into work. The rising mists of the cooled surounding scenery makes visibility a little hard to see more than 30 feet ahead. The low visibility gives those hairs on the backs of your necks even more reason to be up and at attention.\n\nThe trail wanders westward as you come to a small gorge. You stand atop the one side of the valley that spread out before you for hundred of acres.\nThousands of untamed and untouched jungle lies before you in a small steaming valley. The sides of the valley are steep, but still ridable. Down below in the valley, you can see the mist hugs the tree line and you spot a thicker mote of steam or smoke that stands out from the surrounding mist.\n\nThe trail leads off the edge and down into the valley below. It seems to zig-zag down the valley wall.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \nThe white line is the trail...steep but ridable. (think donkey path)\n " }, { "author": "Bunny~", "message": " Etsia \n\nThe rain had not really troubled the little druid who was wearing very little for that very reason: the weather in the jungle was not kind to heavy layers of clothing. She squinted at the potential smoke and pointed at it. \"Maybe they have a village of some sort down there.\" \n\nShe glanced at the others to see how they were faring, ready to continue down the path and into the valley." }, { "author": "bluenihil", "message": " Jessamyn \n\nRainwater dripped off the tip of the paladin's nose. She looked as grim as always, green eyes scanning what little could be seen of the route and terrain. A slight nod of acknowledgment was her only response." }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \nFistar hummed under his breath and thought that this was a waste of time, it was obvious that the lizardmen knew this part of the area quite well and used that knowledge to keep ahead of them. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to keep the rain out as he watched the rest of the party travel carefully and somberly down the trail. He hoped that this adventure was worth the trouble, already he could feel the dampness seep into his boots, as he glanced at the sky hoping to see a break in the weather.\n\nHe looked at the newcomer, glancing at the way she rode her horse and almost grin with amusement, until his own horse, Jumper, stumbled briefly almost throwing him from the saddle. He growled under his breath at the horse, \"Bet you did that on purpose, you mule..\" Jumper nickered softly as if laughing at the rogue in the saddle and flicked it's ear around with a twitch." }, { "author": "daythief", "message": " Elystria \n\nElystria sat up somewhat, trying to stay away from the edge for (unfounded) fear of overbalancing her horse while at the same time trying to lean out for a better view.\n\n\" Do lizardmen even live in villages? Oh!!! They're probably being led by an evil wizard! \" In her excitement she slipped somewhat in the saddle, but her silver eyes still lit up with avarice as she regained her seat. \" I mean, why else would they be stealing babies? It's probably for a ritual or something or.. oh, maybe he's going to raise it as his apprentice! \"\n\nShe glanced around at the group, reassessing their abilities.\n\n\" You've probably fought wizards before, of course... \"" }, { "author": "Tsol", "message": " Fistar \n \"Eh? Wizards? sure... I've fought many of them in my home town, finger wiggler's I call them,\" the rogue smiled. \"Of course it was all in good fun, but I remember when I came across this little house in the woods...\" Fistar continued chatting about how he had entered the house and thinking it was empty and then finding a wizard in one of the room sleeping. \"... ohh and she wasn't too impressed with me being there, she started to do her little finger wiggling at me and I had to leave the bed quite quickly.\" A wishful look crossed his face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n((Just jump starting this again... ))\n " } ]
[ { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Well my little pudding skins, This is the beggining, the begginging, it's the beggining to our story. sorry was listining to my 8 track player. any who. This is the begining you all start in the town square eating lunch one thing odd about the town square is it is shaped in a rectangle." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " Stupid lack of geometrical symmetry, thinks Ruby, stewing silently. He shakes his head so that his long dyed-black bangs fall into his face to better conceal his eyes. All of his clothing is black as well, from his large hooded cloak to his fine satin gloves. His canvas backpack has the names of his favorite tragic bards scribbled all over it in black and purple ink.\n\n \"So, why are all of you following me? He glares at everyone around him as he sips his Extra Calorie-Free Diet Cepsi (which constitutes the entirety of his lunch). \"I know none of you really care, so why don't you just let me be alone.\" " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "OOC: Goes to figure out what the name of his character is then comes back\n\nAlveen strolled through the square, taking a final bite from his sandwhich before strumming a few cords on his guitar \"WELL! LADDY-DOO! MY SLIGHTLY SELF-SADISTIC FRIEND!\" he says jollfully (if thats even a word) to the angry looking dark-haired man, before spinning around playing a few more songs. He dances from one foot to the other and smiles \"We aren't following you! We just happen to be behind you!\" he looks around and then leans in, a serious look on his face \"But the question is, my jolly ally of good and duckiness, who are we ?\" he whispers in a hushed, conspirical voice, before glancing around to make sure nobody is following him aswell.\nThen suddenly the strange bard breaks into a grin and does a quick jig, playing a tune on his guitar before dancing off towards the other side of the square without waiting for a reply." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "((OOC: What race is the bard? Dwarf or somethin?))\n\n \"The word is masochistic, not self-sadistic,\" mumbles Ruby, clearly annoyed. \"And what's with the weird jig? Talk about running a perfectly gloomy mood...\" " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "OOC: Human XD\n\nAlveen seems to bend over backwards, looking at Ruby in a nearly crab-like pose as he plays the guitar, his shoulder-length hair brushing the ground as gravity takes hold \"WELL! MY macho-y machosist furrendo...GLOOMY MOODS ARE THE WORST!\" he does a sort of backflip, playing his guitar the whole time. The backflips end next to Ruby \"AND!\" he suddenly becomes very somber, quietly playing the tune for gospel music on his guitar \"...The great and holy Squeakers hath once said 'Thou must be happy, if thy soul shall be fullfilled by the bubblebath of life, or else thy ducky shall no longer squeak...\" " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "(ooc: sorry, I haven't been conscious for a while, how much gold do we get a 4th? also, D WAR VES!)\n\n\n \"OTAPOT IS THE GOD OF ALL!\" shouts a nervous looking dwarf, \"And he once said \"remember the potato, for it shall be the only thing left in a moist and slightly damp world\" so is the grace of otapot. I am Warf, by the grace of Otapot, Warf Goldenbeard, ...by the grace of Otapot!\" " }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Finishing off his Cepsi, Ruby squints at the dwarf with confusion, though it's nearly impossible to tell due to the length of the hair over his eyes. Otapot certainly isn't the god of my line of work. Dumb potatoes. I'd rather have Soweyn's weapon and powers any day. Besides, carbs are bad for me. \n\nNone of this is said out loud, of course, since Ruby has already done more than enough talking for the time being. He takes out his long but extraordinarily slender dagger and stabs the empty soda can with it. This soda can is like my heart, empty and unloved but pierced with Soweyn's grace. Except, I just have a mundane dagger, so for the soda can that part is rather metaphorical. " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Hello Down there I am Dissembodied Voice 1863 Just back from Frog Star world B. I am glad you are all getting along so greatly But fate has chosen you all for a distinct purpose and that purpose is YOUR RENT IS DUE!!!!! thank you this message will explode in 5 4 NOW BOOM! roll for reflex if you want.\n\num gold yea um 5,400 and one potato" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save of (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n \n\n \"Hmph. I don't owe anyone rent.\" " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Oh! Hold onthis is 1 Dungheap lane. Isn't, it?" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"No, this is the rectangular center of town with the misnomer of Town Square.\" " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen lets out a manly yet girlish scream and ducks underneath a bench \"THE ENEMYS OF ALL THAT IS DUCKY HAS COME TO DESTROY US!\"" }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "so, zaphod beeblkebrox is not here or is that black adder sorry the dm is a terribly confusing person and gave me all these tasks I cant remember who to tell what to as the voice sobs you have no idea how hrd it is I have a wife and six kids you know" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Share in the pain of life,\" Ruby mutters. \"At least you have a family. I am an orphan, as any stereotypical, angry, emo character should be!\" " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "OOC: Mr.DM...can I suggest quotation marks? \"\"\n\nAlveen begins to play a song on his guitar \"Cheer up me anonymous friend! For the great Mr.Squeakers watches over you and your family, keeping them from coming to harm!\"" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Mr. Squearkers?! And my name's Ruby, you dork, not like it matters.\" A metaphorical raincloud appears over his head." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen looks over at Ruby \"I was speaking to our friend in the sky, mr.Masochist!\"" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Ruby starts to sob, kicks his Cepsi can aside, and leaves the rectangular town square." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "As this bickering continues and the unnamed but not unnumbered voice dissapers yelling something about how he should put everyone in the total reality perception box for all the trouble. You here a loud roaring voice. A man who looks like he should be in a barbarshop quartet is standing there yelling. \" Atttention Ladies and Gentelmen! May I have your attention Please! Are there any here fool, er Brave enough to step foot inside the horrible dungeon of the mad wizard at the carnival? The Wizard has lost his most prized possesion and would like you to retrieve it. You keep the gold and treasure you find all he asks is for the return of his most prized possesion! Are any of you up for the challenge?!\"" }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen perks up, hearing the man yell. He then rushes over to Ruby \"Dont leave, friend! I have an idea!\" he chooses his words carefully \"Let us...darken...our spirits by entering that mad wizard's dungeon! MAY DEATH BE INSIDE!\" " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "\"Come now any takers?\" \"You can't All be cowards!\" \"It's just a little death and dissmemberment.\" \"Come any one One Copper and the battle is yours to begin.\"" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Stopping thanks to Alveen's yelling, Ruby looks down at his shoes. \"Fine, if you insist.\" He sighs dramatically but trudges over to the entrance of the carnival dungeon." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "The man In the strange outfit Points his walking cane at you three and says \"Ah, we have three contestants a dwarf, a human with a splendid voice, and well this sad person here.\" \"Please see the man in front of the entrance and face your doom er, adventure.\"\n\nYou walk past and sitting in a booth that looks like a miniture tower sits a man as you aproach he asks \"Name and occupation please.\"" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Ruby Alei’ev’lli. Dark elf necromancer in touch with his inner demon of melancholy.\" " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "\"Magic user Necromancy,... NEXT!\"" }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "\" I AM WARF, CLERIC of Otapot! Do you have nachos? \"" }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "\"Ok Cleric..NEXT!\" \"Nachos can be purchased at the supply shop along with anything else they have for sail there\"" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "A young woman with cat-ears comes walking down the street. \"Am I even in this game?\" she asks curiously.\n\n\" Coz ' if I am I think the weakest one of you should gimme their f *** ing nachos already .\" She approaches the cleric, pulling the red sleeve of her cloak up to reveal a fine hand with delicate, slightly long nails. \" Or you can be my pillow for bodyheat tonight .\"\n\n\"Does anyone know a Klondike bar?\" Voiree Misallo says.\n\" I could use some drinks now . Maybe we can swap character sheets while we ' re at it and I can write mine up . Somebody stole it yesterday ... I ' m a bit confused about my identity right now but if you buy me some icecreams I ' ll let you all help me out =^_^=.\"\n\n\" Gomen Nasai . Please forgive my rudeness in threatening you all and giving directions & asking for friendship implicitly at the same time . It ' s an old habit of mine .\" the mithra bows to the gentle PC's present. \" Enough about me .\" she stares at them all curiously.\n\n< I hope we get to murder some NPC ' s together soon > she thinks.\n\nVM smiles at the strangers with her puffy red chin, maroon-reddish brown hair and red eyes. She's small, just 11 years old, but on her first sheet she had written 5 after joining up with the Red Mage Academy after being raised by barnyard cats." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "As you ramble on the man behind the counter who has been quite is now shouting [SIZE=\"6 \"]\"NAME AND OCUPATION PLEASE!!!!![/ SIZE]" }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": " \"Traveling ROCKSTAR!\" Alveen states for his profession with a smirk as he plays a song called 'Smoke on the Two parts Hydrogen one part Oxygen'.\nAfter this he walks into the dungeon behind Otapot, playing random songs on his guitar as he goes." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "\"I'll put you down as bard\" As you enter you see a store with many shelves selling varius things that you may need or want all of a suddon a voice comes over the air. \" attention adventurer shoppers we have a blue light special on rope in isle five.\" (this would be a good time to try to find things and yes nachos are on sale here right next to the squishies.)" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Should we get some rope? Maybe silk rope because it's smooth and lightweight.... Not like my opinion matters.\" Ruby glances at his new companions." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen plays a continues to play his guitar \"Well...a bard has no need for such things as our music allows us to achieve great feats, and Mr.Squeaky will allow me to obtain whatever I need...\"\nHe smiles \"However, Ruby, it would be nice to obtain whatever you think we need. You seem to have a bit more experience in this sort of thing than the rest of us...\" \n\nHe smiles again." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Always be prepared,\" mutters Ruby. He goes looking for some 50 ft of silk rope at the blue light special on Aisle 5." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "you find the rope and of course there is all types. all colors some cut into one inch strands. and one with a deal by 2 fifty feet of rope packages and get a free hand crossbow." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Ruby picks out some 50 ft of black silk rope and goes up to the counter to purchase it." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "you get greeted by an female elf that seems rather bord and in a monotone voice says\" thank you for shopping at dungeon supply, would you like to buy another fifty feet of rope and get a free crossbow we are out of hand crossbows but I have a light one here. We also have a discount card you can sign up for.\"" }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Uh, that's OK, I already have enough weapons.\" His voice is barely audible. \"I may be intereste in the discount card, however. Is it like the ones from Hot Topic that don't expire and I get a holepunch every time I spend $25?\" " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "\"Hot, what yea sure whatever. look, my break comes in five minutes so fill out this form so I can go get lunch, ok.\"" }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "As you leave the stoor you can either head out the entrance or go down since you want to gain levels money stuff I assume you head down the stairs you reach a door that says LVL 1 goblins kobolds and other such things this way." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"But we're level 4 ,\" whines Ruby. He looks desperately for a sign appropriate to his character level.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check for a sign for other levels:\n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": " \"FINALLY SOME ACTION!\" \nAlveen lets out a triumphant yell as he charges into the level 1 area, slinging his guitar over his shoulder and drawing his rapier as he goes." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "And so you enter into level one as soon as you past the entrance way you hear in a female voice. \"Welcome to level one.\" If you go out and come in again the message is repeated. And as you walk past this you see a group of adventuerers fighting off a collection of goblins you notice that two strange things about the adventuerers first of all they all seem to have the health of a wizard and they are all wearing Red Shirts." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"They're red shirts. Let's kill them.\" For the first time, Ruby's voice carries a hint of conviction and malice." }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": " \"Let us go into battle like the dwarves of old, with buckets on our heads and hallucinogenic mushrooms in our stomachs!\n CHARGE! \" \nHe charges into the nearest wall, gets up, and charges into the wall opposite.\n \"I'm sorry, I am not used to these \"wall's\".\nLet us truly slaughter them for experience!\" " }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Ruby jiggles his hand. \"My paper heart to yours.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n\nOn his turn, Ruby casts cause fear on the nearest red-shirt within the spell's 35 ft range, preferrably a tougher-looking one with lots of armor. If successful (Will save DC 15), the target is shaken for one round; otherwise they are frightened for (1d4)[ 3 ] rounds. The spell is not effective if the target has more than 5 HD.\n " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "Init (1d20)[ 19 ] \n\nMove 20 feet towards the red shirts,\nReady attack if any enemies get near me." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20)[ 5 ] \nAttk: (1d20)[ 1 ] \nDmg: (2d6)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nAlveen lets out a battle cry and charges to the nearest red shirt or goblin, attacking with his shocking rapier." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "You both hit a red shirt who goes down easily. you notice that they all have the same badge Lt. Alenn Smithee ten exp if you know where that refrence comes from." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI don't know that specific Lt., but red-shirts are a clear Star Trek reference; they would always get killed on missions while characters with names were less likely to die, and main characters were nearly invisible.\n \n\n \"Waste of a spell if he'll die anyway...\" Ruby angrily waves his dagger and runs at one.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOn his next turn:\nAttack (1d20)[ 3 ] \nDamage (1d4-2)[ -1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "you stab the red shirt and supprisingly he does not die he actualy looks suprised. He looks happy and starts to laugh and dance and sing where upon he falls backwords cracking his head open like an egg and letting all the little brain chunks scatter on the floor." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "OOC: Do we get xp for every kill? Even the ones we don't make?\n\nAlveen dances forward through the battle, plunging his rapier into the chest of another red shirt with joyfull glee." }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": " SMASHYS! \n\nHe charges into the fray, bashing in the red shirts heads.\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \nDamage (1d8+6)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "as you slaughter the red shirts with glee you notice the goblins have now produced folding lawn chares tropical drinks and popcorn and are watching the show. you all go down to level three but then go up to level five." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nAww, I know you're the DM, but must you god-mod us? ☹️\n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "dont worry the idea just popped into my head by the way how do you do that spoiler bit every body knows how to do that but me and dont worry I only did it once it does not happen that often sort of a quirk of the dungeon actualy and you will need it for what is going to be thrown at you." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nOK. To do a spoiler, you write SPOILER in capital letters and enclose it in []. At the end of the block of text, put /SPOILER, again inside [].\n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": " \n Spoiler \n I got it! yeay! yippie! yahoo!\n \n\nYou pass through the goblins who scatter when you aproach going oh no not gunna bother. you find a few treasures here and there but nothing worth noting A few coppers and a dagger that looks very thin does not look like it should be used in combat however as you hold it you feel its weight it almost begs to be thrown. any way you pass thorugh level one which seems to have dead bodies thrown About you pass through a few more levels that seem to have been cleared out already There seems to be nothing left. however as you traverse down you see a door that is not only not open but covered in sticky notes they read Don't enter, Go Back, You are doomed, Milk Eggs Bread, Clean your room, You will die, Burn in hell, etc. Do you open the door? Do you go up and clean a room? Do you go grocery shopping? which is it my little pudding cups?" }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": " \n Spoiler \nY'know what...\nI knew this was comedy but...it isn't that funny...\nand even as a funny RP there is still supposed to be some kind of actual gameplay. Which there isn't.\nIf things don't change, I quit. -_-\n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThis was all to set the tempo and to see what everyone does the next bit shall be a lot more interesting as this is the true beggining of your challenges. do not worry each of these is set and there is treasure to earn and things to learn all sorts of odd esperiances await.\n \n\nAnd so you open the door and walk in ahead of you you see a long path sollid stone on either side of you you can see just to the edge of the hall. Any one checking for traps or such I will need rolls I will also need marching order." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "((Ruby doesn't have any trap-finding stuff so he'll leave searching to another party member; he'll go in the middle of the marching order.))" }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Being the natural hero of the party, Alveen and soon-to-be cleric of Mr. Squeakers heads to the front of the party.\nHe does not search for traps, as he cant." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Voiree catches up with the others and tags along right behind Alveen as she enters the unexplored room. She's brought two-thirds of a tomato and egg sandwich from her satisfying breakfeast. Unfortunately she left the milk carton behind." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Ok Well I will nead search checks then and as for the first part of your jurney you shall find that it comes to a fork in the road one path leads left and one leads right choose dun, dun, dun, any way I will need search checks and if ya an elf of a dwarf definitly roll spot checks." }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "ooc: sorry, it's been crazy lately.\n\nI'll go second, and\nSearch (1d20)[ 8 ] \nNormal spot (1d20+4)[ 24 ] <V: that's mildly ironic\nSpot vs. stonework (1d20+6)[ 10 ] search not spot, so 6.\nDungeoneer (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nArchitecture (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \nand 1=left 2=right\n (1d2)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Ahhh! The orange telechubby is back!!! Nice to see ya. :) (It so wasted me to see it in my dizzy haze yesterday) ---\n\nErmm, VM is not going to bother with it. She's a Mithra and it's her job to be small and unnoticeable and let the GM roll the dice for her. She looks a bit around, letting her razor sharp senses do the hard work but doesn't put any special effort into it. If she senses something she'll tug the elf's shirt/sweater/skirt to warn her and point at it (being careful to not extend her index finger to far).\n\n Yay! Thanks for allowing me to continue to play. " }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSearch: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n\nRuby is an elf, too.\n \n\n \"Why can't we go left?\" " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": " \"I'm a dwarf.\n...........\nIt's kinda what we do.\n " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "And so you walk left you notice however that there is a strange section of the wall that seems almost removable. after some pulling you find a scroll/ It reads as follows I heal from harm I hurt when I heal If you do not defeat me your life will I steal. Signed Nilbog I will nead a knowledge history or a bardic knowledge check." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "[spoiler]What if nobody wants to remove that part of the wall? Hmmm?\n\nRAILROADING I SAY! RAILROADING![spoiler]\n\nBardic Knowledge: (1d20)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "Knowledge (history) (1d20+4)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Ok fine if ya dont remove it you can read it on the wall. either way the religion check reveals some strange tales of an offshoot of goblins. They were cursed to forever be the oppisit of there kin though more powerful they are hate filled creatures pain and misery is there pleasure while kindness and love there ethima." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"Well, did you figure anything out?\" mutters Ruby." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen raises an eyebrow \"...huh...\" \n \n Spoiler \nI was just kidding about being mad... >_>\n " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Queenfange \n \"Well, did you figure anything out?\" mutters Ruby. \n \n\n \"Goblins with more issues than you!\" " }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"I hate goblins, trying to be more in touch with their feelings than I am.\" \n\nRuby sulks." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "so you have your hall way and it is rather boring seems to be a simple hallway but then you reach an area with four doors. which do you choose?" }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Enialis charges forward and chooses a random door.\n\n (1d4)[ 4 ] \n1 = far right\n2 = far left\n3 = close (or center) left\n4 = close (or center) right" }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "YOu enter the door and see in it a treasure chest. it is rather large locked with what seems to be a some what complicated lock you also notice behind you that the door is no more it is simply a wall." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": "Ruby's eyes fill with tears. \"Locked... now what can we ever do?\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Voiree Misallo \n\n... c*cks her crossbow and unloads it at anything suspicious that isn't herself or a party member, including inanimate objects, surfaces and/or furniture." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Enialis sighs \"Well...time for my awsome ROCK STAR POWERS!\" he then slings his acoustic over his shoulder and gets read to play.\n \"Alright, Rogue...get ready to unlock that lock...I'ma gonna play a song to make it possible\" " }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Forgive me forgeting but do we have a rogue? if not ok then um, uh, well I don't realy know. ya all could check a little around the room." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Voiree walks around the room and pats the surfaces with a friendly touch." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "Over in the corner after moving a bit of dust you see a little riddle. I am open when I'm not closed when open. You might need the key if you misinterpret me but just use your curiosity.\nBy IMa Nutcase" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "I bash and slice at it with my sword." }, { "author": "The Neoclassic", "message": " \"I hate riddles.\" On the verge of tears, Ruby searches the room for some more information, feigning curiousity.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch: (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Alveen, remembering that Enialis is in a different campaign, draws his rapier with a flourish and begins to slice up everything in the room." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " All hail the overworld ." }, { "author": "tahu88810", "message": "Eh, I'm pulling out of this campaign...\nFarewell and Best of Luck!" }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "As you scratch and strike at the chest. the lock falls to the floor and it opens. Revealing several items one is a ring with seven keys another is a strange pair of gauntlets. an odd dagger. and at last two pieces of parchment." }, { "author": "Spiritbear", "message": "And at that moment due to the Dms home life becoming more and more insane his heads explode you all become gods and yea gunna have to stop it there" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Xerxes vs. Kodrul \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Xerxes - king_korath \n Kodrul - VeisuItaTyhjyys \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "initiative\n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "initiative\n (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nedit don't use see post below." }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "initiative\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n\nedit : don't use see post below." }, { "author": "king korath", "message": " \n Originally Posted by king korath \n initiative\n[roll0] \n \n\nMy computer freaked out just now leading to the triple post so just use the first initiative post. I am very sorry." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "It happens." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Xerxes is the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Shasnuart vs. Beleg \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "rolling initiative. And the round has finally started.\n\ninit (1d20+5)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Woohoo, been wating for this\n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n \n Spoiler \nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\nHere is my Character For reference.\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "Since there is LoS every where, I start in Z 13, with my bow in one hand and a vial in my other. I apply the oil to my weapon. Then move to Z 7.\n \n Spoiler \noil of magic weapon +1\n \n\n\nyour turn\n\nvital stats\n \n Spoiler \nhp 13\nac 18\n1 potion of shield of faith +2 left.\n80 arrows\n " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "I will start in A 13 and double move to J 11\n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: J 11\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\n\nYour go.\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "move to Z1. I nock an arrow.\n \n Spoiler \nreadied action to shoot at him as soon as I have LoE\n \n\n\nvitals\n \n Spoiler \nhp 13\nac 18\n1 potion of shield of faith +2 left.\n80 arrows\n " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Move to L 14\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: L14\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n " }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "Move to X 4.\n\n\nVitals\n \n Spoiler \nhp 13\nac 18\n1 potion of shield of faith +2 left.\n80 arrows\n " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Double move to P 9\n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: P 9\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\n\nyour go.\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "move to Y 1 and then shoot you.\nattack (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 2 ] \n\nvital stats\n \n Spoiler \nhp 13\nac 18\n1 potion of shield of faith +2 left.\n79 arrows\n " }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "rolling to confirm crit.\n\nthreat roll (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \ndamage if confirmed (2d8+2)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Just for future reference I have 21 AC, heh, awesome Totemists.\n\n\nDouble Move to U 2\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 11 AC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: U 2\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "move to Z4 then shoot.\n\nattack (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Ooooh! Close, no cigar!\n\n\nMove to Z 3\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n\n\nYour go!\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 11 AC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: Z 3\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "Almost killed me. five foot step to z3 then use rapid shot.\n\nattack 1 (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 3 ] \n\nattack 2 (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 4 ] \n\nedit: stats\n \n Spoiler \n ac 18\nhp 4\narrows 76\n " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "ummmm...do you mean Z5....because, I'm kind of in Z3...\n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "Yes sorry." }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Move to Z 4\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 7 AC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: Z 4\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\nYour go.\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "I am at one hp!! how did you get the dice roller to roll so good. I have not rolled over a four for damage all game! Oh well back to the game. five foot step to Z 6 then rapid shot again.\n\nattack 1 (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 3 ] \n\nattack 2 (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \ndamage (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n\nvitals\n \n Spoiler \nhp 1\nac 18\n72 arrows\n " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "If I've found out anything in my...year and a half-ish of Playing D&D and 40,000, it's that I'm favored of the dice Gods. Anyways, I'll get back to this.\n\n\nMove to Z 5\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 7 AC: 21 FF: 19 Touch: 12 Position: Z 5\nSoulmelds Formed:\nWormtail Belt 2 Essentia Invested. +4 Natural AC\nRageclaws 0 Essentia Fight normally until -10 HP\n \n\n\n\nYour go!\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "And I believe that's game, like I said, \"Favored of the Dice Gods (I still think it's Gork and Mork).\" Anyways, good game, if you'd rolled better, you most likely would have beat me.\n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "You are not the only one favored by the dice gods! We will see who can beat the odds in the upcoming match!\n\nHaHa!\n\ndissapears in puff of smoke" }, { "author": "king korath", "message": "Good game Suzuro." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Shasnuart is the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Todd vs. Xirif Huntinghawk \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Todd - Mavian \n Xirif Huntinghawk - Neftern \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n\nLets get it on." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Whoah, I had no idea that Round 26 was up...lemme go find my character sheet first." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Okay, here's for Initiative...\n (1d20+6)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 1\n\nSwift Action:\nActivate Strength Domain\n\nMove Action:\nB14 -> 16\n\nStandard Action:\n\nReady an Action: See Stats\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: D16\n Readied Action : Ready an Action to move if LoS is established\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade\nCharging Minotaur Strike\nMoment of Perfect Clarity\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 1/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Double move to Q14.\nUsing a Swift Action to activate Stance of Clarity.\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10\nAC: 21 (20+Stance = 21)\n\nManeuvers:\nBurning Blade, Distracting Ember, Sapphire Nightmare Blade, Shadow Blade Technique\n \n\n\nI apparently have not selected a discipline weapon... do you mind if I go ahead and write in Stone Dragon now?" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 2\n\nMove Action:\nD16 - H15\nStandard Action:\nReady an Action - See Stats\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: D16\nReadied Action: Ready an Action to use my Breath weapon if he moves adjacent to me.\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade: X\nCharging Minotaur Strike: X\nMoment of Perfect Clarity: X\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 2/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "I'll move to N15.\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nReady an Action to attack my opponent when possible. Not sure what the official wording on that should be without attacking around the corner, but whenever I can get a clear hit on him.\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10\nAC: 21 (20+Stance = 21)\n\nManeuvers:\nBurning Blade, Distracting Ember, Sapphire Nightmare Blade, Shadow Blade Technique\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 2\n\nMove Action:\nH15 -> K14\n\nStandard Action:\n\nReady an Action: See Stats\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: D16\n Readied Action: Ready an action to use my breath weapon if he enters a square adjacent to Todd.\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade\nCharging Minotaur Strike\nMoment of Perfect Clarity\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 3/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Erm. Wrong Character for a second. I thought I was a shooty type.\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nMaintain Readied Action\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10\nAC: 21 (20+Stance = 21)\n\nManeuvers:\nBurning Blade, Distracting Ember, Sapphire Nightmare Blade, Shadow Blade Technique\n \n\n\nMavian's Turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 3\n\nMove Action:\nK14 -> K17\n\nStandard Action:\n\nReady an Action: See Stats\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: K17\n Readied Action : Ready an action to use my breath weapon if he enters a square adjacent to Todd.\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade\nCharging Minotaur Strike\nMoment of Perfect Clarity\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 4/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Okay... I will continue to hold position...\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nSince it just occurred to me that I am a Martial Adept, I should be readying Maneuvers... so, I'll ready Sapphire Nightmare Blade to attack my opponent when he enters any square within range of a five foot step.\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10\nAC: 21 (20+Stance = 21)\n\nManeuvers:\nBurning Blade, Distracting Ember, Sapphire Nightmare Blade, Shadow Blade Technique\n \n\n\nMavian's Turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 5\n\nMove Action:\nK17 -> N20\n\nStandard Action:\n\nReady an Action: See Stats\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nHP: 19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: K17\nReadied Action: Ready an action to use my breath weapon if he enters a square adjacent to Todd.\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade\nCharging Minotaur Strike\nMoment of Perfect Clarity\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 4/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "I guess I will take a Five Foot Step to N14, use a Move Action to draw my Shortbow and use a standard action to shoot my opponent.\n\n (1d20+6)[ 24 ] to Hit for (1d4)[ 1 ] Damage" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Todd - Round 6\n\nFull Round Action:\nCharging Minotaur Strike:\nCharge from N20 -> N15\n\nBull Rush: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] +2 from charging\n\nIf it beats your Strength check(modified for size), you take (2d6+3)[ 9 ] points of bludgeoning damage\n\n*Edit: Looking at your sheet, I'm pretty sure you can't beat that.\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats for Refs:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 18/19\nAC: 15\nSpeed: 20\nPostion: N15\nManuevers:\nSapphire Nightmare Blade\n Charging Minotaur Strike \nMoment of Perfect Clarity\nStance: None\nStrength Domain: 6/10\nBreath Weapon: Good to Go\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nNeftren don't you take a penalty of -6 for not being proficient with a short bow? Seriously, buy a javelin man" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Ah, yeah I realized that :D. But I had bought ti when I first made the sheet, so whatever... /shrug.\n\n (1d20)[ 20 ] \n\nWhatever my strength check should be, but I can't think properly right now so, I\"ll write in the rest in a sec. Never mind. Unnecessary. I rolled a Nat 20..." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "A natural 20 on a skill check does not mean automatic success.\n\n\n Unlike with attack rolls and saving throws, a natural roll of 20 on the d20 is not an automatic success, and a natural roll of 1 is not an automatic failure. " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Graah Fine :D\n\n20 + 2 = 22\n\nWhat do you mean by Modified for Size?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nA small creature take a -4 penalty on a bullrush str check so your result was in fact 18" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Wait, then why did I even bother rolling...? /whatever." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Like I said in the post I did it, I was pretty sure you couldn't beat it. Unless you had counter charge or something similar readied.\n\nIt's still your turn though." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "I don't think I can actually win this...\n\nHmm... okay. I guess my only option is to attack you.\n\nSwift Action: Use Distracting Ember to place a Fire Elemental next to you at O15\nMove Action: Draw my Greatsword\nStandard Action: Attack you with my Greatsword using the Shadow Blade Technique maneuver.\n\n (2d20)[ 12 ][ 11 ](23) so 16 and 15, which both hit. So I get to deal an extra 1d6 Cold damage." }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " (1d6)[ 6 ] Cold Damage\n (1d10+3)[ 4 ] Weapon Damage\n\nAll I gotta do is roll max damage on both and I kill you. Not gonna happen but whatever.\n\n... bah. Good game." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Yeah, its pretty much over. Just to make sure though\n\nBreath Weapon: (1d8)[ 7 ] points of acid damage: DC 18 Reflex for half\n\nI do believe thats game." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Todd is the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Rezig \"Bunny' Rene vs. Monster in the Shadows \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Rezig \"Bunny' Rene - faithfreebible \n Monster in the Shadows - Morbius \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": " Rezig \n\ninitiative:\n (1d20+3)[ 20 ] i hate to be all questioning things already, but how high are the rock pillars?\n\nEDIT: removed the spoilers, didnt change anything else" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": "The pillars are 15 ft tall." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ok if you are not going to buy anything we are good to go\n\n initiative - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n\n\nEDIT: You spoilered your result... who goes 1st?" }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": " Rezig \n \n Spoiler \n\nStart at Y-10\nmove action 1: move to W-7\nStandard Action: Ready C Longbow to fire at first sight of opponent even if out of first range increment.\nif within 110 feet: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nif farther than 110 feet (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \ndamage if hit: [roll]1d8[[/roll]]\nhide: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nmove silently: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nspot: (1d20)[ 2 ] \nlisten: (1d20)[ 9 ] \n\nThe one damage roll, i put in too many brackets. i doubt it hit, but if it did, i can re-reroll that when we come to it.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Mits 2nd to act - round 1\n\nI assume it's my turn\n \n Spoiler \n\nMonster starts at B10 without his shadders and with his greatsword in hands.\n\nHe uses a swift action to activate child of shadow stance and double moves to P5 (80ft movement)\n \n\n\nWe need a LoS check then it's your turn\n\n\nMonster’s Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 40 ft.\n AC: 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +8 MW greatsword (2D6+9), +2 10xjavelins (1d6+6)\n Held: \n Effects: concelament\nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20-3)[ -1 ] \n spot - (1d20-3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLoS Established. Rezig is in W7 and fires a shot at Monster, but misses. Moster is now in P5.\n\nRezig is up." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Please also roll for a 20% miss chance from concelament when you attack MitS" }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": " Rezig \n\n\nStandard action:\nFire one arrow at Monster\nto hit: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \nmiss chance: (1d100)[ 64 ] \ndamage: (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\nmove action:\nmove to U-10\nmove silently (immediately after losing LOS) (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": " Rezig \n\ni apologize for double posting, but i couldnt put this roll in if i edited the last post\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nhide: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "You missed. And I assume you would miss in the concelament on a 1-20 right?\n\n\n Mits 2nd to act - round 2 \n\nI forgot to list memoried manuevers\n \n Spoiler \n\nShadow blade technique, Distracting Ember, Burning blade, Counter Charge\n \n\n\n\nMonster moves to V6 uses a swift action to activate Distracting Ember, then uses Shadow blade technique to attack Rezig.\n\n attack1 - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] (added +2 for flanking)\n damage - (2d6+9)[ 16 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] (added +2 for flanking)\n attack2 - (2d6+9)[ 19 ] (this was supposed to be damage :P\n\nIf both attacks hit:\n cold damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \nYour turn.\n\n\nMonster’s Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: V6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 40 ft.\n AC: 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +8 MW greatsword (2D6+9), +2 10xjavelins (1d6+6)\n Held: \n Effects: concelament\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20-3)[ 1 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\n\nEDIT: It was supposed to be only one damage roll, my bad I will take the lower one (16) and I think both attacks landed so that was an extra 4 cold damage for 20 damage... I think that's game😁" }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": "just a question before it gets called.\ndon't you have to attack the space that i'm in?\nthats why you need an LoS check every round i thought.\n\nalso, you're going to need a spot check, i think\n\nedit: also, you get 2 attack rolls + flanking + cold damage at 1st level?" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nWe have a small missunderstanding here.\n\nRezig moved out of LoS on his turn. It is customary to say which direction you move out of LoS in and that you did leave LoS, to avoid confusion and unnessacery reffing. In this case, Rezig went south behind the rock wall.\n\nMonster, you only get damage with Shadow Blade Technique once, regardless if both attack rolls would hit his AC. You get the bonus cold damage if both hit instead.\n\nSince Rezig didn't mention that he had moved, Monster's actions were invalid and so he can redo his turn. He will have to reroll any attacks he makes and hasn't expended any manuvers.\n\nContinue on." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "yes, yes, only one damage roll, it was my bad and I even mentioned it in the edit below my move.\n\nAnd yes FFB I can roll for attack twice and take the best roll at 1st level, and the flanking stuff and the cold damage, but the cold damage is only if both the attacks hits, if one hits its a normal hit no cold damage, if both miss it's a miss. And I can't do that ALL the time, these manuevers must be recharged before they can be used again (my class recharges one manuever by spending a full round action doing nothing :P)\n\n Mits 2nd to act - round 2 redone \n\n\n\nmonster moves to U7 (30 feet move used)\n\nI need a LoS check before I can continue.\n\n\nMonster’s Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: V6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 40 ft.\n AC: 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +8 MW greatsword (2D6+9), +2 10xjavelins (1d6+6)\n Held: \n Effects: concelament\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20-3)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nLoS re-established with MitS in U7 and Rezig in U10." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLoS re-established, due to lack of cover. Rezig is in U10.\n\nEDIT: Ninja'd!" }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": "I apologize for that, i suppose i should have realized, but this is my first arena battle and i'll make sure to do that from now on." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nNot a problem. Its not listed in the official rules, it's just one of our conventions." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Mits 2nd to act - round 2 continued \n\n\n\nmonster moves to U9, and.. well you know the drill already.\n\nUses swift action to cast distracting ember(I always forget to add this: a small fire elemental appears on the square behind Rezig , thus the flanking bonus). Then standard action to use shadow blade technique.\n\n attack1 - (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \n damage - (2d6+9)[ 15 ] \n\n\nIf both hits\n cold - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\nYour turn.. (if you are still alive)\n\nMonster’s Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: U9\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 40 ft.\n AC: 16, Touch 12, Flat-footed 14\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +8 MW greatsword (2D6+9), +2 10xjavelins (1d6+6)\n Held: \n Effects: concelament\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nBunny is slaughtered with a loud splorch and the crowd goes wild!\n\n MitS is the Winner! \n\nBetter luck in your next match, Rezig." }, { "author": "faithfreebible", "message": "good match!" } ]
[ { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "\"Barkeep! A round for the conquering heroes!\"\nA cheer goes up as the wooden elevator slowly makes its way up. Several kitchen hands haul on the taught rope, straining as the several heads appear over the lip of the massive stone well in the center of the warm tavern. Adventurers, all in various stages of resting, recreating, or retirement watch as a grim faced group appears. When a bar maid comes with a tray of ale, the well armored dwarf pushes past, taking his mug and slugging it down before slamming it on the nearest table. He moved over to a chair by the fire, staring into the flames with his back to the room.\n\"Cheer up, Master Dwarf. You've survived a trip into the Dungeon Level!\"\nHe gruffly shouts back at the would be lifter of spirits:\n \"Not all of us, ya git! Now leave me alone!\" \nHis two companions, their faces stained by sorrow rather than rage, simply take their ale and walk to the second floor, their faces haunted by what they've seen. A somber mood settles over the bar, and the drinks are silent for a few minutes in reverence to the dead.\n\nBut then the Half-Elf bard on the small stage in the corner struck a chord on hs guitar, bringing the conversation and laughter back, slowly but surely, to the entire room. Everyone, that is, except for the dwarf, who watched the fire with tears in his eyes. Tears for his dead friend. Tears for all who fell in that wretched darkness. And tears for himself, for he knew that after a night or so of dreams he would be back down there again, even if he had to go alone, in order to find \"what was broken\". So is the destiny of the Called.\n\nAnd so is the scene at the Yawning Portal tavern, the greatest establishment in the Castle Ward of the city, on the night that five adventurers took their first steps into the Undermountain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge Local, even if untrained, so I can PM you things you've learned from your stay, no matter how long. If you don't wanna risk it you can take a ten, indicating no actual persuance of knowledge, but idle chatter you've picked up. Introduce yourself, say what your doing in the tavern, and prepare for an adventure.\n " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nThe elf walks towards the dwarf, but then he stops. \n Spoiler \n Now wait.. it would be impolite to ask the dwarf what killed his comrade... or perhaps, his comrades? Anyways, better to let him grief for whoever died down there. \n \nAs he finished that thought, he turns around, walking away from the dwarf, looking for a free table. \n Spoiler \n Must have been one of Halasters mantraps anyway. I should be able to deal with that particular risk... i hope. \n \nAs soon as he finds a free place he sits down, fiddling with his lockpick set and cleaning everything. After a short (and actually unnessary, since his equipment is in top condition anyway) cleaning session, he looks around to see if theres anybody he deems fitting to explore the dungeon with him.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: I'm assuming we'll have to build a party first, so we haven't met yet, right?\n\n knowlege local - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nHe entered the tavern with a slight look of contempt upon his face. Although certainly one of the more prestigious taverns in the city, he still felt as though the very air around him was contaminated with every kind of filth imaginable. After a quick scan of the room, he could see that he was evidently the only one concerned with such details. Such was the life of Endiril Meliamne.\n\n \n Spoiler \n There's gotta' be someone in this dump willing to pay for a decent job. \n \n\nHis eyes wandered over to the barkeep and he started toward him, looking to get a drink. Suddenly, he slowed down as he fingered through the coins he carried in a small bag. Not even a single gold coin sparkled back at him.\n\nNow somewhat depressed with his lack of funds, he decided that a drink probably wasn't the best idea. He needed some real money before he could do any relaxing, but he'd have to figure out a way to earn some before he ended up without a coin left in his bag.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: I had more to add, but figured I'd see my knowledge roll before I did.\n\n Knowledge Local - (d20)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kaelik", "message": " Kayne \n\nA man sitting in along a wall frowns imperceptibly. \n Spoiler \n One fewer candidate that I can be sure is safe. Such emotional trauma rarely breeds stable allies. \n \nHe is plain and nondescript, with simple brown robes covering an average frame. His unremarkable features do little to separate him from others, with the exception of his cold blue eyes.\n\nHe slowly picks up his tea, tasting the bland room temperature substance, before turning his attention to the other inhabitants of the room. \n Spoiler \n It appears finding some accompaniment for this adventure would be more difficult then I had hoped. None the less, I hold skills that rare even in the realms of the Arcane. I will find a ready group, without some of the more common flaws, and from there I will arrange for my inclusion. \n " }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Jirrek \n\nA handsome half-orc in tarnished scale moves through the crowd around him. He has a bit of a hard time seeing, but eventually makes his way through to the dwarf that is drowning his sorrows in ale. Signaling to the barkeep, he takes two more mugs of ale over to the mourning warrior, hands one to him, and says:\n\n \"Hail the victorious fallen. May they be at the right hand of the Soulforger before Nerull knows they're dead.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Hopefully an old Dwarven toast will lighten his spirits. It don't...er, doesn't befit a dwarf to be in such a state. \n \n \n Spoiler \n Know (Local) (1d20-1=5) \nMy apologies for not posting yesterday. I did not see this thread was up.\n " }, { "author": "Kaelik", "message": " \n Spoiler \nKnow (Local) (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nA little gnome, barely visible from her over-sized table, slides off her chair and makes her way carefully through the room, ducking past the many larger patrons. With blond hair in twin braids and dark, sparkling blue eyes, her appearance is nothing if not charming. She's wearing a bright red cloak over her light armor, and her weapons are discreetly tucked away.\n\nWith some difficulty, she clumsily climbs up onto a chair beside the dwarf. Excuse me sir, she says quietly. I couldn't help but overhear that you've lost a loved one. I'm Annikko Arabelle, priest of Garl Glittergold. Please, is there anything I can do to help you through your suffering? Silence is no way to mourn. " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nAs Akiano looks arround, he notices a fellow elf walking into the inn. He observes him walking towards the barkeep, getting slower, fingering around in a bag and then stopping.\n \n Spoiler \n I wonder what he was doing there... perhaps he wanted to get a drink? Ah, now I've got it... he has no money left. No doubts the journey towards here must have been quite expensive for most people. \n \n\n\nHe gets up, and walks towards the other elf, saying in elven: \n Spoiler \n Hello friend... what are you doing here, so far away from our homelands - are you also here because of the recuring dreams about the mage Halaster? Perhaps i can invite you to a drink? \n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " I don't want ta talk about it, to either of ya. The things tha can happen to ya down there... some of its worse than deth. It can drive ya mad. Damn that Halaster and his stupid dreams! I hope he's in right pain! Cause if I find him, I'll want to be puttin him outta his misery! \nWith that the dwarf stamps up the stairs, mumbling to himself slightly. The large axe on his belt begins to shine a dull red just as he dissapears into the second floor.\n\nThe cheer of the tavern recovers quickly, and a game of dice begins over in the corner as several halflings, smiles on their faces, begin to shake wooen cups and spill the bones across the table. One in particular, a finely dressed halfing with a silver rapier on his belt, smiles larger than the others as he takes the pot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot checks to anyone who isn't focused on one thing.\n \n\n\nThe large barkeep, a man you know as Durnan from the whispers that circulate the bar, slaps his hand on the wooden board above the fine Elven wine he kept on display. A small parchments, pinned with a simple needle, is stuck there, along with several more on different kinds of paper, and wiht different levels of literacy.\n\n This is a good one for all you green horns! The City Watch is having a problem with those damned Sluggard goblins. They're leaving the Dungeon Level and keep ending up in the Market Ward, with murder and robbery on their minds. The Watch believes that the sewers will be too dangerous with all the thieves that have settled down there, so they are paying five silver pieces a head for goblins and a gold piece for each of their uglier cousins. And if anyone finds out how the little bastards are sneaking up into the city and puts a stop to it I'll find a suitable reward for them myself! We can't have those green skinned mongrels murdering the rich folk, or n one will pay us to go into the Undermountain! \n\nHis speech, as always, is met with cheers and new orders of drinks. Durnan picks up a rag and starts to wipe down the counter. He yawns, and as if on cue a voluptious young human woman snatches the rag out of his hand and pushes him in the small of his back playfully.\n\n Time for bed, you old miser! I swear, you pry more and more coin out of these delvers with your speeches then you do with your ale! \n\nDurnan ruffles the womans hair before heading back through the kitchen of the tavern, presumably to follow the orders he was given." }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n But... sir! Annikko gives up and sighs. Halaster's dream. That's what everything comes down to, doesn't it? No one can figure out what it's all about. But that's only because I haven't tried yet! \n\nShe casts a glance toward the message board, but decides to save it for later. She'd need to ask for a stool anyway, and right now she'd rather spend a moment or two with people her own size. Clumsily pushing her way through the crowd, which seems hard-put to notice her, she invites herself onto one of the seats. Can I play? She smiles sweetly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Jirrek \n\nJirrek says a quiet prayer for the dwarf's fallen comrades, and finishes his ale. Getting up from the table, he looks around the massive tavern for any friendly face. The orcs that have gathered seemed to be from the north--savages dressed in animal furs carrying flint and stone weapons....not his kind, regardless of his race. He decides that perhaps some spiritual guidance might be in order, and goes across the tavern to where the small cleric he had met earlier had sat down.\n\n \"Excuse me, ma'am. I am Jirrek Lockerhelm, and I wer-was wondering if perhaps you might give help me dete-dete-dete-figure out these dreams I've been having. I don't follow the Glittergnome, but I was wondering if you could help a conf-confused traveler.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSpot (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nAnnikko blinks slowly as she cranes her head to peer up at the half-orc. Then she smiles, seeming to be completely uninhibited by their massive size difference. Of course I'll help you! There's no need for a handsome guy like you to be shy! Garl Glittergold teaches: One should always help a stranger, for one day the stranger will be you. What is that's keeping you awake at night, hmm? " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nThe speech had intrigued him. Although he disagreed with the title \"greenhorn,\" perhaps this was exactly the sort of thing he needed. Judging from the adventurers that had recently arrived from beneath the city, it didn't look like it would be easy, but certainly not impossible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Could be tricky down there all by myself. Might be a better idea to let some others come along and take care of all the dangerous stuff for me. \n \n\nHe took another quick scan of the coins within their bag.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Of course, getting DOWN there could be just as tricky. \n \n\nEndiril looked over the tavern once more, trying to find some candidates that might work well for exploring the depths, but before he could finish, was interrupted by another Elf, speaking in their native tongue.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hmm. A drink offering? Maybe he'd be willing to pay the toll for using the lift. This one might be worth something. Might as well play along. \n \n\nHe replied as quickly as he could in the same language, trying to ignore his inquiry of the dreams.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Ah yes, a drink would be quite relaxing. Things are a bit tough when you've got hardly the money to spend on a place to sleep!\" \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (d20+8)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kaelik", "message": " Kayne \n \n Spoiler \nSpot (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n \nSipping once again at his Tea Kayne analyzed the groupings in front of him. \n Spoiler \n Well most seem to have their normal games going on, regulars, already arranged with friends and comrades. I could work my way into one of them that has suffered a loss. But such a group is clearly unlucky or incompetent.\n\nThen there are those who stand out, and Cleric who approaches the Dwarf, but doesn't know his name? Clearly incapable of staying in her own business, and just as clearly here for the first time judging by her lack of knowledge of the local patrons.\n\nA poor Elf with a bow, how stereotypical, maybe just dead weight, but definitely desperate enough to take any job, especially if he can't afford a nights sleep. His friend on the other hand... That one bears watching. Clearly people savvy if nothing else. And probably quick to action as well.\n\nAnd the last of the out of place, a Half Orc without a keeper, though he appears to be looking for one. They don't usually last long without someone else to do the talking in this world of dwarves, and elves. And yet he is open and a loud to the group, but shy in person. Probably has yet to be burned by the bigoted nature of civilization.\n\nAt least a few of them will be good at getting in the way, and one has to start somewhere, now if only I can find a way to push the outcasts closer together. \n \n\n\nMuttering softly to himself, his lips barely move, Perhaps it is time for a convenient event to draw the attention of the crowd as our Dwarven friend did. " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nKnowing that halflings can be a mischievous lot, he takes a closer look at the scene...\n\nAfter that, he turns back to the other Elf he just met.\n \n Spoiler \n So where was I? Ah, right... \n \n\nHe turns back to the bar, looking around to see if theres still someone serving drinks. In common, he says:\" Anybody still here who's willing to serve two thirsty elves a drink? \"\nThen he looks back at the other Elf, continuing to talk to him in elven.\n \n Spoiler \n So, interesting business about the Goblins there, no? By the way, my name is Akiano. \n \n\n\nJust at this moment, he can't help but notice a human in plain robes, apparently watching him and his new acquaintance all the while sipping some tea.\n \n Spoiler \n I wonder what this human seems to find so interesting... \n \nHe looks back at the human for about one or two secounds - perhaps just enough for the human to notice - before he looks to the the other Elf again in await of an answer." }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC: Messed up my roll in the first post before.\n spot check - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nAfter performing a slight cringe after the Elf's announcement for any others to buy them a drink, he heard him introduce himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Call me Endiril,\" \n \n\nhe replied in the Elven tongue. He could have been speaking in common, but he didn't feel the need to lower himself to that level in the presence of another Elf.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Goblins sicken me.\" As do most races. \"I'd be quite happy making sure that every one of them never saw the light of day again. Or the dark, for that matter.\" \n \n\nEndiril looked over his shoulder, getting a good glimpse of some of the others in the tavern. A select few caught his eyes, such as the armored half-orc towering over a gnome as he spoke with her and the poorly dressed human, apparently watching the two Elves as intently as if he were watching a play.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Quite the crowd we've got here. \"Looks like we have a spectator,\" \n \n\nhe said to Akiano, gesturing slightly toward the direction of the human." }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "The rushed barmaid effortlessly crosses the room, quite a feat with a fully stacked tray, dunks wavering around, and the constant motions of cairs pulling out, toasts being raised, and stories being told. With a single hand she draws two mugs of ale for the two elves, sliding them across the br to the pair.\n That'll be four coppers, friends. \n\nAt the halflings table several small hands wave the gnome in. The well dressed halfling, who seems to lead the game, plays with a silver cup with gold wire inlaid in a complex pattern of flying gold dragons. He collects his dice with a single deft hand, but not before you spot that the cubes are ebony with dots of platinum to mark the numbers.\n All are welcome in Fleet's Games! Your half-oc friend may join as well! We play for silver pieces, and the games Evens and Odds! You probably don't have your own set of dice... \nHe reaches into his pocket and pulls a small cloth bag. He throws it to the gnome, who opens it to see a large amount of dice, these made from wood and marked with charred dots.\n But you can use mine of course! You roll five six sided die, calling odds or evens. If you call the result that shows most on the die, you compare it to everyone else. Whoever has the most of their call wins, while ties split the pot. So if your ready... \nHe shifts a small wooden bowl towards the half-orc and the gnome, tapping it lightly. There are already four silver pieces in the pot, one for each of the halflings sitting at the table, eagerly watching you to see if your playing. Fleet, the well dressed halfling, bears a warm smile, as well as a fat coin purse. That bulges out from his cloak.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If you play, simply describe the way you roll the dice, maybe add some conversation, and then call evens or odds. I will roll these for you in a results post. Also, no result from any active checks- spots, arcana, etc.\n " }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Jirrek \n \"Well, you see, lately, I've been having dreams wherea strange man is in a room, surrounded by sigils, screaming...just screaming...it's truly awful. I wish I knew what they mean.\" " }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nAnnikko grins broadly. She rolls the dice she was given a few times to make sure they aren't rigged, for as trusting as she might be, she's no one's fool. After adding her silver to the pot, she gives the dice a dramatic shake and then spills them on the table before her, trying to stop their tumble with her palm but not quite managing it in time to keep all of them. Even! She cries as they drop.\n\n So, she says casually as they tally the score. Any rumors from down below? I'm looking to join a group myself. \n\nAnnikko nods slowly as Jerik speaks. Right. Halaster. Well... it's sort of hard to say what that dream could mean. But I think there's only one way to find out. She nods firmly. It's settled. You and me are going to go to Undermountain and find out what this dream means! It's the only way! " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nAfter he opened his purse and gave the barmaid a silverpiece, he says in common: Make that 5 coppers - thanks for your fast service. \nHe takes both jugs, handing one of them over to Endiril as he listens to his comment about the goblins.\n \n Spoiler \n \"Well, while i'm usually no one partial to killing, those goblins clearly present a danger to the citzens of Waterdeep. So it would be in the best interest of everyone to put a stop to this menace... thought i wonder why whoever cooperates with the goblins would send them above ground when there are plenty of adventurers to rob in the dungeons. Either way, my swordwork could use some practice before i expose myself to the risks down there.\" \n \n\n\nHe doesn't look towards the human as Endiril mentions him, trying not to be too obvious.\n \n Spoiler \n I couldn't help but notice, yes... i've seen a couple of weird people here, just look at the half-orc in shining armor over there... but something about this human stikes me as kinda off. Perhaps we should we just head over and ask what he seems to find so interesting? \n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " Odds! \nThe Halflings each make a call before they reveal their dice.\n \n Spoiler \nH.1.-Odds H.2.-Evens H.3.- Evens\n \n\n Anniko \n (5d6)[ 6 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 2 ](14) \n Fleet \n (5d6)[ 1 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 6 ](19) \n Halfling1 \n (5d6)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 4 ](17) \n Halfling2 \n (5d6)[ 5 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 6 ][ 4 ](24) \n Halfling3 \n (5d6)[ 5 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](22) \n\nThe small crowd around the table cheers as the newcomers ties the old hand at his own game.\n Well done, master Gnome! It seems Garl Glittergold has touched his chosen with a bit of luck! \nHe tosses three silvers across the table, then the other two to the other winner.\n I have more than enough, so I'll allow you two to split the winnings, and the newcomer always gets the extra, of course! Play again? And maybe you would like to join as well, mister... Half-Orc? " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nAfter Akiano had spoken of the goblins again, Endiril's eyes wandered to his hand clutching his drink. He took a moment to stare at the long scar across the hand, which branched and led down along his arm, disappearing behind his sleeve.\n\n \n Spoiler \n A menace? Hah. Those creatures are a scourge of this world. They deserve nothing more than a swift death. \n \n\nHe quickly snapped out of his daze as Akiano asked him another question. Shifting his drink to the other hand so as to hide his scar, he turned to him and listened.\n\nEndiril nodded his agreement to the suggestion, then took a quick drink before beginning to casually wander over to the human. Of course, what Endiril believed to be casual was in reality more akin to him shoving his way through the crowd as he made a beeline for the man, but he wasn't much of one to argue semantics.\n\nAs soon as he was close enough, he spoke in a clear tone, keeping it innocent enough, \"Something that interests you about us?\" He turned to Akiano, wondering if he had anything to add." }, { "author": "Kaelik", "message": " Kayne \n\nKayne looks up from his tea, his quiet contemplation distracted by the words of the elves he had noticed earlier. \n Spoiler \nOOC: I have no idea what made you think that I was paying much attention to you. Everything I wrote was just something my character picked up from slowly looking around the room, which is why he had something to say about everything. What he gathered from you was all picked up in maybe 3-5 seconds of looking directly at you. He's been looking down at the table in contemplation for almost your entire conversation, and before that he was watching the dice game more intently then you.\n \n Not particularly. With that he returns to looking down at the table and takes another sip of tea." }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nAnnikko grins happily and tries for the second time to start a conversation. Of course I'll play again! I'm Annikko by the way, but I like to be called Quicktongue as well. So Fleet... what do you do for a living besides playing dice in this fine establishment? \n\nConscious of her last clumsy toss, she is more careful with her next roll, movement precise and yet oddly graceless. Even again! " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nSlightly stumbled by Endirils very direct approach, he trys to be tactful. Ah, well.. not to imply anything, but it just seemed to me that you where observing us. Altough you surely figured that much out by yourself by now. We'll be heading back to where we came from, im sure you'll excuse us. Turning his head to Endiril he speaks in elven to him.\n \n Spoiler \n I don't think we'll get much out of him this way... lets forget about it for now. Cmon. \n \n\nHe steps forward, towards the bar again, hoping Endiril will not continue to bother the human.\n \n Spoiler \n This human IS weird... but my new friends approach was too hasted. What a embarrassing situation... \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Oh... ok. I've read that your character noticed Endiril not being able to pay for a nights sleep, but Kayne doesn't speak Elven.\nSo i figured that he might have figured out by intensively watching him (and probably Akiano too) and picking up other sings (ie bodylanguage). Possible for a High-Int char, I think.\nSame way Akiano noticed Endiril not having the spare money for a drink.\nAnd since Akiano and Endiril both have maxed Spot skills, they would very likely have picked that up.\n " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nAfter taking a moment to look over the human once again, he decided that it wasn't worth his time. He turned around and retreated to the bar where Akiano had already gone. Once he was back within earshot of the other Elf, he told him,\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"I don't trust him. But... then again, I don't trust anyone.\" \n \n\nEndiril snatched up his drink once again and took a long swig before quickly shooting some of the other patrons suspicious looks until his eyes were watching the game of dice going on not far from them. He continued to watch in silence, taking a few sips every now and then." }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nReliefed that Endiril decided to follow him, he slowly answered.\n \n Spoiler \n Well... perhaps this enviroment has made both of us nervous. Too many shady types around here. Or just look at the tribe of orcs over there, I'd rather not have anything to do with them. Wich reminds me - i wonder why the halforc in heavy armor isn't with them. \n \n\nTaking a short breath, he continues.\n \n Spoiler \n Ah, either way. So, about those goblins... they must be a serious threat to the citzens, and the current situation really leaves them at the mercy of the goblins - and I'm not sure how much mercy can be expected from the average goblin, if you know what I mean. Perhaps we help the guard out there... what do you think? \n \n\nThen he takes the first sip from his ale, subsequently knitting his brows heavily, fighting not to immedately spit it back into the jug.\n \n Spoiler \n I forgot how horrible human ale tastes... make it even more bitter, will ya? Ugh. \n " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n \n Spoiler \n \"Don't make the assumption that goblins know what mercy is. I'm fairly certain they believe in no such things. They're out to satisfy themselves and to take what they want. At any cost.\" \n \n\nAlthough he hadn't been looking at Akiano, his speech was clear. After a few more moments watching the game of dice, he turned away and went back to his drink. He took another long swig before lifting his head and staring into space. There his eyes remained, fixed on nothing, as his mind began to wander.\n\n \n Spoiler \n And if they show no mercy, then they shall receive none. They will feel my revenge before I draw my last breath. \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n \"At any cost...\" \n \n\nhe muttered to himself." }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n(waiting to hear what kyuss is doing. I'm fine with the inn activity- it gives me time to to work on those maps! But anyway, just want to know what he is doing before I do anything to dramatic. PLEASE do not think this game is halted.)\n " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "Suddenly, a loud, jarring crash sounds up through the inn. Several drinks are spilled mid swig as a thick bodied employee or Durnan curses, the pull rope to the elevator in his hands.\n Rotten thing! The rope slipped off its pulley again! \nHe turns, looking over the bar with squinted eyes. He strokes a small beard, then shouts out.\n Oy! anyone wanting to go down the shaft tonight can go for free, down and up, if they climb the rungs to the bottom and fix the rope. It slips off once in a while, and it's easy to fix. Just a long climb down, and I didn't bring my sword or armor, so if anythings down there I'd be meat. If not, we need to wait till tomorrow to send anyone down. One whole group for free... come on people! \nHe is frustrated as several of the more innebriated patrons turn away laughing, and the rest simply shake their heads. Most are either coming up from a trip or unprepared to go down." }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nWith the noise and crowd of the tavern, Durnan fails to notice Annikko until she is tugging on his hand to get his attention. Excuse me a moment sir, she says. I'd like to go down. I think your offer must be the Perfect Gem's way of telling me to get off my butt already! She giggles for a moment. Umm, how much does it usually cost to get a ride on the pulley? " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nHe felt that he couldn't add much too Endirils comment about goblins. He would probably have come to the conclusion that Endiril must have had a unfortunate clash with goblins, if it would not have been for the elevator crashing and the employee cursing loudly.\n\nAs he watches the scene, he speaks to Endiril.\n \n Spoiler \n \"I suppose this would be a good point of time to mention that I've been thinking, well, perhaps we should form a group? I've been looking for other adventurers skilled enough to go down there, and you seem to fit the bill - and this might just be the opportunity to gain a free ride on the elevator. What do you say, should we take a look at it?\" \n " }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nAkiano's question quickly snapped Endiril from his daze, returning his senses to the tavern. It only took him a split second to answer the question, as if everything they had been talking about just moments before was completely unimportant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"It's not exactly my nature to turn down a free anything,\" \n \n\nhe replied in Elvish. With a bit of a hole in his pocket, he needed every free ride he could get. Then again, even if he had the money, he'd still try to get anything he could for as little as possible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Besides, this sounds like a cake walk. Let's see who else we can rope into this.\" \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n ...so if things go bad, I have a distraction. \n \n\nhe thought as a small grin appeared on his lips before it was flushed away with another swig of ale." }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n \n Spoiler \n \"Alright, sounds like a plan to me.\" \n \n He said, while walking towards the elevator.\n\nTurning his head over his shoulder to talk to endiril while evading a apparently drunk human at the same time, he continued. \n Spoiler \n \"Perhaps we should ask the gnome here to come with us? Seems like he... or wait, I think its a female. Either way, that gnome seems quite interested in getting down there for free too.\" \n \n\nAltough the gnome would be able to hear him - Akiano was now just standing a few steps away from her - he did not feel it would be impolite to speak about her while standing next to her, since only very few gnomes understood elven." }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n\nEndiril took a quick moment to look the Gnome over. She seemed to be pretty cheery. Maybe too cheery. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that she would be able to hold her own when it came down to it. And her eagerness to get into the dungeon would probably prove an easy tool to get her roped in with him and Akiano.\n\nAfter finishing his quick scan of her, he answered in Elvish,\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Looks promising. Let's see if she's interested.\" \n " }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nAnnikko turns and narrows her eyes up at Akiano, folding her arms. The effect comes across more as petulant than intimidating. Excuse me? You think I'm a female? And my boobs just grew out too... you're going to make me cry, you know that? She shakes her head, sighing. Elves are never like this in the romance novels. " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": "Akiano\n\nAkiano looked at the gnome, his eyes wide open with surprise. Having a little bit of a bad conscience now, he answers - this time in common, perhaps because of his slight confusion. \"Uhhh.. I'm sorry, err.. my lady. I just haven't really met many gnomes by now. You look very female. And to be honest... I didin't expect you to speak elven.\" \nIt became quite obivious that he felt rather uncomfortable in this situation, with his head blushing, so he decided to change the topic to something that he felt more comfortable about. \"Oh, and... as you surely overheard, me and my new acquaintance here, we would like to use this opportunity for free travel, and we where just about to ask you if you wold like to join us, so... what do you think? My name is Akiano, by the way.\" " }, { "author": "purepolarpanzer", "message": "(ok guys posting a thread to recruit for a replacement for Kyuss)" }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": "((OOC: Thats good, thanks. 🙂 But don't we also need a new arcane caster? Apparently Kaelik got banned - see the OOC thread.))" }, { "author": "EvilRoeSlade", "message": " Annikko \n\nAnnikko keeps a stern expression on her face for a moment longer before bursting into giggles. Oh that's fine, that look on your face makes it all worth it. And you ought to know better, learning a second language is a requirement by the fourth year in any respectable gnome university. And I've had six years of education in the priesthood! \n\nShe tilts her head to the side and begins walking around Akiano, and then turning to peer curiously at Endiril. I'm Annikko Arabelle, though I like to be called Quicktongue, or maybe just Ann if that's easier for you. I wouldn't mind joining you, but why don't you each tell me a little bit about yourselves so I can decide if we'll work well together or not? " }, { "author": "#Raptor", "message": " Akiano \n\nRelieved that Anniko doesn't appear to be holding a grudge, he attempts to explain his skills to her. \" Well, I am good with... how to say, I love to fiddle with mechanics - they're fascinating to me. Or say, picking a lock! Its just... something I can't really explain, it tickles my nerves in a real pleasant way. And I'm constantly trying to get better. \"\n\nThen he pauses for a small moment, looking at the shaft before he turns to Anniko again. \" Oh, and I'm somewhat competent with those two. \" he points at the sheated shortswords hanging by his left and right side. \" Altough I believe I probably shouldn't be the one standing in front... not that I'd be overly weak, but I'm not exactly what they call a bruiser. \"" }, { "author": "Zarah", "message": " Endiril \n \"I'm not overly thrilled with being in front either, but I can certainly lend my skills toward the challenge. Especially if there's some... monetary incentive,\" he said, gesturing to the longbow on his back. Although he was reluctant to reveal anything else about himself to such a stranger, he decided to continue anyway.\n\n \"The name's Endiril, and I've spent my time among the forests. I figured it was about time to find something a bit more profitable to do. This little bit of goblin hunting sounds like it could be just the thing.\" " } ]
[ { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "You find yourself standing in the basement, finding the secret entrance to the Grinder after a long journey has brought you here. You do not know what perils and horrors await you, but the promise of power is great. You all have your own reasons for being here, but you all stand ready to take the plunge.\n\nBefore you stands a large opalescent sphere, the portal entrance to grinder.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhere you are now matters far less than where you are going to be. You might be in the city of doors or somewhere else.\n\nSome rules of posting:\nI'd like you to put the first part of the post in character. Put necessary dice rolls and what not in a spoiler box. See Belial the Leveler's Dungeonkeeper fight threads for an example if you don't understand.\n\nPost a link to your character sheet, and your statblock(s) in your first post.\n\nMost of your rolls do; sometimes though I'll be rolling for you if you're not aware of something.\n\nUhhh, that's all I can think of right now, but if I change anything I'll put it in the post where I change it and here.\n\n\nGood luck!\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": "I draw my greataxe and sniff the air, checking for anything besides my comrades.\n The Grinder. Let's see wot it's got. Is the door trapped? \n\nOOC: Sheet link and Stat-blocks in spoilers within.\n \n Spoiler \n\n sheet .\nGor'thok's Normal Stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nGor'thok\nMinotaur Barbarian 2 Warhulk 8\nChaotic Neutral; Monstrous Humanoid\n+7 Initiative; Scent, Darkvision 60ft, Spot +6, Listen +6\nLanguages\nCommon, Giant\n_____________________________\nAC 26, touch 16, flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, +3 Deflection, +1 Insight)\n226 (6d8+10d12 HD);\nImmune maze , becoming lost\nFort +24, Ref +14, Will +13\n______________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe +27 3d6+26 19-20/x3, Gore +27 1d8+17, Spiked Gauntlet +27 1d6+18\nFull Attack Greataxe +27/+27/+22 3d6+26 10-20/x3 and Gore +22 1d8+17\nRanged thrown rock +27 2d8+17\nFull Attack thrown rock +27/+22 2d8+17\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple +29/24\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+27 4d6+25), Awesome Blow\n______________________________\nAbilities Str 45, Dex 16, Con 26, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think\nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb +27, Intimidate +13, Jump +31, Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim +27\n_______________________________\nEquipment: +1 ghost touch keen large adamantine Greataxe of speed, +1 ghost touch mithral chain shirt, +1 adamantine spiked gauntlet, +1 parrying adamantine spiked gauntlet, skin of the hero, ring of freedom of movement, explorer's outfit\n \n\n\n\nBuffs\n \n Spoiler \n\nConviction: +5 morale bonus to saves\nShield of Faith: +5 Deflection bonus to AC\nMagic Vestment: +5 Enhancment to Armor and Shields\nEbon Eyes: See in magical darkness\nHeroe's Feast: Immune to Poison/Fear, +1morale to attack bonus\nGMW (+5 Weapon)\n \n\nBuffed Stats. Blue text is changes.\n \n Spoiler \n\n+7 Initiative; Scent, Darkvision 60ft, See in magical darkness , Spot +6, Listen +6\n_____________________________\nAC 33 , touch 18 , flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+ 9 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, + 5 Deflection, +1 Insight)\n226 (6d8+10d12 HD);\nImmune maze , becoming lost, Poison/Fear \nFort + 29 , Ref + 19 , Will + 18 \n______________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe + 32 3d6+ 30 19-20/x3, Gore + 28 1d8+17, Spiked Gauntlet + 28 1d6+18\nFull Attack Greataxe + 32/+32/+23 3d6+ 30 19-20/x3 and Gore + 23 1d8+17\nRanged thrown rock + 28 2d8+17\nFull Attack thrown rock + 28/+23 2d8+17\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple +29/24\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+ 28 4d6+25), Awesome Blow\n______________________________\nAbilities Str 45, Dex 16, Con 26, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think\n \n\n\nChanges when in Rage\n \n Spoiler \n\nLasts for 13 rounds, then fatigued\n+2 attack and +3 damage to greataxe and Powerful Charge\n+2 attack and +2 damage to all other attacks, gore, spiked gauntlets, and thrown rocks.\n+2 to Climb, Jump, and Swim Checks\n+32 HP for 258 HP\n+2 to Fortitude Saves\n+2 to Constitution based Checks\n+2 Morale bonus to Will Saves\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nTaking a final sip of tea, Mr. Stabby says \"Alright chap, leave it to me.\" before putting his kettle and tea cup away. He then proceeds to check the door.\n\n \n Spoiler \nChecking for traps: Search [roll]1d20+18[/search]. <- woops (I rolled a 28 in the OOC thread)\nIf he finds any: Disable Device (1d20+20)[ 35 ] \n\nProvided he doesn't find any traps he will nod to the group, wait for buffing spells, then when the group is ready he will activate his Ring of Invisibility and Hide (whilst moving silently) into the portal\n\nHide (1d20+79)[ 90 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 65 ] \n\nIf necessary:\n Fort Save (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n Reflex Save (1d20+27)[ 39 ] (with +5 from trap sense)\n Will Save (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n\nEdit: I'll roll that search check again in the OOC thread. Sorry...\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ashierie Softpads \n\nAppearing from seemingly nowhere (even to the minotaur's keen sense of smell), comes a half-sized figure, far more slender then a halfling. Twirling a small adamantine and oddly intricate mace, Ash reaches to his belt and swaps the crystal in the hilt for another one, before depositing it in a belt loop. His dark exceedingly supple leather armor makes not a move as his glossomar wings blur, holding him in place. He still has no scent, and while his skin is the exceedingly pale green of a fey, it's mottled with red and his hair is streaked with light blue. Shifting, he summons flames which surround his form, and concentrate in his hands. Tossing them from hand to hand in an intricate juggling act, he asks aloud \"Why not just blast it?\" Under his armor, a semisold blue material can be glimpsed, the same coloration is found if anyone takes the time to inspect his boots. The interior of the black cloak draped over him, in between the wings can be seen as a shimmering waterfall of stars hung frozen in each place, each one seeming to glow, but at as bright as the two crystalline disks on the back of the pixie's gauntlets as he juggles the hellfire. He stands there juggling fire for a second, then all of a sudden a blast of fire similar to the flame he was juggling smashes into him, oblitherating all traces of him.\n\nHe reappears a few feet away, grinning mischeviously and holding up his left hand, around which the hellfire swirls ominously before he closes it into a fist, and the glow on the back of his bracers fades away. Whereupon, bored already, he flies up higher and asks Gor'thok \"Care to wrestle a fall or two while we wait for the others to ready themselves?\" \n \n Spoiler \nhttp://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=34418\n\nHe goes by the name 'Ash'.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAsh(ierie) Softpads\nBlooded One Pixie of minor Air Elemental Bloodline Swordsage2/Warlock5/Swordsage1/Hellfire Warlock3/Bloodline Level/Swordsage1\nAlignment: Chaotic-Neutral; Fey\nInitiative +17; Senses: Low light vision, Blindsense 30ft.\nLanguages: Common, Sylvan, Infernal\n_____________________________\nAC 36, touch 30, flat-footed 24; relevant feats: Dodge. Relevant special abilities: Hellfire Shield, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge\n(the break down of AC: 10+3 armor+12 dex+1 size+3 natural+7untyped (swordsage wis to AC))\nMiss Chance: 50% (Invis) for Ranged: 20% (Entropic Warding)\nhp: 96 (12 hitdice); DR (10/cold iron, 1/cold iron)\nImmune: Mundane Ranged Attacks, Mundane Melee Attacks, all harmful vapors and gases, need to breathe, need to eat/drink.\nResist: Fire 10, DC 15 reflex for magical weapons to negate, DR 1 for ability damage, 1/day Death Effect/Negative Energy effect.\nSR 28\nFort +11 , Ref +17 , Will +21\n______________________________\nSpeed 20ft, fly 60ft (good); Relevant Feats: Flyby Attack, Hover\nMelee: Warlock's Scepter +24 (17d6+5) or +22 Eldrich Glaive (16d6) (+24/+19) or (+22/+17)\nRanged +23 Hellfire Blast (16d6) (90ft) (+23/+18)\nSpace/Reach 5ft/5ft (10ft with Eldrich Glaive, 15 with Eldrich glaive and Burning Brand)\nBase Atk +9; Grapple +7\nAtk Options: Combat Reflexes, Maneuvers\nSpecial Actions: War Cry, Maneuvers, Stances, Invocations, Decieve Item, Detect Magic\n______________________________\nAbilities Str: 14, Dex: 34, Con: 21, Int: 18, Wis: 24, Cha: 23\nSpecial Qualities: Greater Invisibility, Hellfire Infusion, SLAs\nFeats: Dodge (b), Combat Reflexes (b), Flyby Attack, Hover, Improved Initiative (b), Weapon Finesse, Adaptive Style, Shape Soulmeld (Strongheart Vest), Shape Soulmeld (Impulse Boots -Feet), Open Least Chakra (flaw bonus), Darkstalker (flaw bonus).\nSkills: Balance +15, Bluff +18, Escape Artist +16, Hide +33, Intimidate +12, Listen +7, Move Silently +29, Search +7, Spellcraft +10, Spot +7, Tumble +14, Use Magic Device +10, Knowledge Arcana +5, Knowledge The Planes +19\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\nBelt of Magnificence +6 (Miniatures Handbook)\nBracers of Fell Power, Greater (Chausible from Complete Arcane)\nStarmantle Cloak (Book of Exhaulted Deeds) and Resistance +1\nHorizon Goggles (CMage)\nGauntlets of Heartfelt blows and of the Master Strategist (Ghostwalk) (Dust of Sneezing & Choking within)\nNecklace of Adaptation\nRing of Darkhidden (Magic Item Compendium) and Ring of Sustenance\nSilent Portal Disk\nWand of Assay Spell resistance (CL 7) 5 charges\nWand of Orb of Force (CL 10) 20 charges\nStaff of Vigor, Greater (CL 9) 7 charges\nWand of Vigor, Lesser (CL 1) 50 charges (x3)\nWand of Benign Transposition (CL) 20 charges (110 feet)\nWand of Cure Minor (CL 1) 35 charges\nWand of Prestadigitation (CL 1) 10 charges\n\nNightscale Armor (Underdark) +1 of Light Fortification, Deathward, and Nimbleness\nArmor Crystal: Bent Sight\n\nWarlocks Scepter (Magic Item Compendium version)\nWeapon Crystals x2. 1 allows to draw as if with Quickdraw (slotted in whenever not in hand, most often Scepter is in hand) the other, +1 damage while channeling eldrich blast.\n\n500gp spent on materials for Blooded One immersion bath.\n\nStandard Adventuerer's kit.\nGhost Oil\nAlchemist's Spark\nSugar Bomb x3\nGood Ale x9\n\n_______________________________\nInvocations:\nFlee the Scene\nEldrich Glaive\nBrimstone Blast\nEntropic Warding\nVoidsense\nHideous Blow\nEldrich Cone\n_______________________________\n\nSpell-like Abilities: (all 1/day)\nLesser Confusion (DC:17)\nDancing lights\nDetect Evil\nDetect Good\nDetect Chaos\nDetect Law\nDetect Thoughts (DC: 18)\nDispel magic\nEntangle (DC: 17)\nPermanent image (DC:22)\n_______________________________\n\nWar Cry (Ex): Let out a warcry, free action. For 2d4 rounds, all Blooded Ones within 30ft get +1 to attack and damage.\n_______________________________\nManeuvers:\n\nDesert Wind:\nBurning Brand Swift action, +5ft, damage = fire.\nLeaping Flame: Immediate action, Teleport next to someone who attacked. Move up to 100ft.\nZephyr Dance: +4 AC (immediate Action)\n\nSetting Sun\nComet Throw: Standard Action, Trip attack, +8 to dex check for it, throw them 10ft, and they fall prone and take 4d6, every 5 won by can be another 5ft. Can throw into occupied square. One thrown at gets reflex save DC 16 for 1/2 instead of 4d6 and not them prone as well.\n\n\nShadow Hand\nShadow Stride: 50ft teleport as move action.\n\n\nStone Dragon:\nElder Mountain Hammer: standard action, +6d6 damage overcomes DR and hardness\nBonesplitting Strike: standard action, +2 con damage on attack.\nMountain Hammer: standard action, +2d6 damage, overcomes DR and hardness\nOverwhelming Mountain Strike: standard action, +2d6 damage, fort save DC 16 or lose move action.\n\nAssassin's Stance: +2d6 sneak attack\nShifting Defense: Free five foot step each attack made against. Each uses an AoO.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n\nShaking my head, I grunt, Haven't you learned better by now, Ash? .\nPulling out an amorphous blob of ectoplasm, I mutter under my breath, sending it flowing across my body.\n You can't drop me, even with your tricks. " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "A small, seemingly very fragile Three comes floating in on his cushion of air. He looks to the door, then to the rest of the group, and figures they can get it open without him and says nothing.\n\nOOC: Three's spells are nearly picked for known. Only that and stat block left to put together. Will edit into this first post when done." }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nMatching Gor'thok's glance with a steely glare, Ash attempts to initiate a duel of wills before the wrestling breaks out. As he hovers in the air, the pixie keeps the hellfire raging around him, in order to gain the time to match glares before the powerful minotaur leaps.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nDuel of wills is in Tome of Battle. Page 27. You can Submit, Ignore the Challange, or Participate. However, you know from previous battles, that those who hit/grab at the pixie when he doesn't want to be grabbed at are met with a blast of hellfire that automatically strikes them, and even then, most often thier swings/grabs miss. He's surpressed it before for wrestling matches, and seems to rely entirely on tricks when wrestling, for without them, you easily pin him.\n\nIF you choose to participate, roll your intimidate check, THEN check this spoiler box. \n Spoiler \n Intimidate - (1d20+12)[ 16 ] Aiming for DC 15, if you ignore the challange.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n Bring it, little one. \nI meet Ashes glare with one of my own.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+13)[ 14 ] A natural 1! WTF?! Of all the ...\nStill, you still need at least 14 to drop him if I get another 1 on the check, when you use the maneuver. Without the maneuver, you can't.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nHolding up three slender fingers, Ash counts out \"Dropping Hellfire in 3, 2, 1\" as he drops his fingers one by one. Foregoing the chance to gain an unfair upper hand, he counts out, and after one, the flames of the hellfire surrounding him withdraw back inside him as his hands curl to fists, and he tenses to spring.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+17)[ 25 ] I have a +20 to my check with the maneuver. I figure I chuck you into a wall (instead of someone) and that should be the end of the fall. Giving up surprise round to prove it's just a friendly competition. So, roll some initiative.\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n So be it. \nI shift my weight to better toss Ash back when he tries to grab me.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \n+20? Oh, right, Dex check. I was thinking grapple. My bad. Hold up, -4 for being Small, make that a +16, and checking the actual maneuver, it's a +4 bonus on the ability check, not a +8 ... making it +12.\nGor'thok is large, so +4, +17 for Strength ... that's +21 being tripped by a +12 ... in other words not likely.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nSeeing Gor'thok bracing against him, Ash starts to move forward and darkness spirals in, engulfing him, then dissipates.\n\nA second later he strides out of the shadow at Gor'thok's back, leaning in to grab him in an attempt at a throw.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n TouchAttack - (1d20+22)[ 24 ] \n TripAttack - (1d20+12)[ 28 ] \n\nYou're right, my bad. I didn't read tripping rules, and when reading the maneuver, I think I read a line of the one next to it 'If you are of a smaller size category you use leverage, misdirection, and trickery to gain a +4 bonus on your dexterity check (if you use that option). C'mon board rollers! I know you hate me, but let the pixie chuck the minotaur into the wall!\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n\nI accept the hit, and haul back on Ash, seeking to counter the pixies agility with brute force.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe board rollers hate you? I rolled a nat 1 on that intimidate check.\n\nC'mon, let's put the pixie on his butt.\n (1d20+21)[ 27 ] \n\nWHAT THE &#!%#@!%!!!!! Gor'thok is several hundred pounds outside of Ash's drag limit and he gets tossed into a wall?!\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nThe deceptive maneuver turned out to be exactly the trick needed, as Ash appears behind Gor'thok and wrapping his tiny fingers around the minotaur's thick leg, one hand to each side as they won't even wrap around, then throwing his entire body into the roll and flapping his wings mid-roll for added emphasis, he hurls the relative giant ten feet through the air into the dungeon wall. During the entire encounter, a look of intense concentration is on the little pixie's face, and oddly enough, the gems on the back of his gauntlets shed no light at all.\n\nAfter Gor'thok cracks into the wall, Ash is over there as quickly as he can, trying to help him up. \"Are you ok? Sheeze, shouldn't have thrown you into the wall. I just have this overpowering need to make a name for myself sometimes. Shouldn't do it off your bruised ribs.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Damage - (4d6)[ 10 ] Deliberatly not applying the +6 fire damage, and if possible, reducing the 4d6 damage to 4.\n\nEdit: Accidentally forgot all the bonuses I got from Duel of Wills. Not that it really matters.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nMr. Stabby chuckles \"I never tire of adventuring with you two. Its never boring\" as he continues his work searching the portal." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n I must be off today. That's for sure, Stabby. I shake my head as I grab at Ash.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+27)[ 40 ] Melee touch to initiate a grapple. as Ash has no weapons in hand, he doesn't get an AoO. If it misses, it shouldn't, I only need a 3, I try again (1d20+22)[ 36 ] .\nIf either one hits, the opposed grapple check is (1d20+29)[ 45 ] . I win on a natural 1, even if Ash gets a 20, because 30 (my lowest possible) is greater than 27 (Ash's highest possible).\nIf the first attempt succeeds, I attempt to pin Ash, with another opposed grapple check. (1d20+24)[ 31 ] \n\nEdit: Finally, some good rolls. Haha, Ash just got owned.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCan you guys let me know what spells you would like from the divine side as buffs? Anything under level 3 can be chained and reach Metamagicked, and on the divine side I have a limit of 2 spells that can be persisted. One persist is used for a personal buff 😉\n\nI should have the spell list done either tonight or tomorrow.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nSo as his huge hand goes to close on him, Ash snaps out with one of his gauntlets and forces the minotaur to relinquish his grip. As the tiny fist comes out to parry the blow, the gems on the backs blaze a bright red, glowing as bright as flames, and the little fist even burns as it smacks the much-larger hand aside.\n\nAfter the tiny blow, Ash shakes his head at the minotaur \"I said a fall didn't I? You fell. Flat on your back. You're lucky I deflected your blow, if I hadn't I would have done the next best thing to break a grapple.\" And with that, the corona of hellfire blossoms around him. \"I can strike with it, even when it's hidden. It took almost all of my concentration to keep from burning you as I threw you. I've told you this before! Why is it you never take the time to think?\" \n \n Spoiler \n AttackOfOpportunity - (1d20+23)[ 30 ] AoODamage - (1d2+8)[ 9 ] Gauntlets. AoO. Hits, disrupts grapple. 6 of the damage from the gauntlets is fire. Word o' warnin'. Don't press it, or Ash will show you why he goes by the nickname 'Ash'. 15d6+6 damage is nothing to sneeze at. 8d6 of that will be hellfire, and only 6 of that mundane fire.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Three \n\nBoth Gortok and Ash here a familiar voice in their heads, and not a soothing one.\n\n \"Children, can we focus on the task at hand here please?\" \n\nThree then brings his lute out from his robe, and begins to play a soft tune, hoping to bring the tempers down from his dangerous friends.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPerform check for fun\n perform - (1d20+31)[ 41 ] \nNow that's a helluva show.\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n Once. You said 2 falls. Stick to what you say. I growl as I stand up, sticking 1 finger then 2 fingers up.\n My job is hacking stuff up. Not thinking. \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAsh has gauntlets? They're not listed on his sheet.\n\nDon't expect Gor'thok to think overmuch. One of his class features is 'No Time to Think', and look at his mental stats, I'm actually surprised that they're as high as they are.\n\nGreater Magic Weapon and Magic Vestment are good buffs in general for the party, the Vigor spells are also handy. For Gor'thok specifically, if you have something that gave attacks against him a miss chance, or gave him DR, that would be most appreciated, as his AC is not so great.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nAsh continues to glower at Gor'thok the flames raging around him, and yet at the same time a second Ash appears in front of Three saying \"What took you so long? I can only throw him around for so long before he does something stupid. You know that.\" \n\nAt the same time, the first Ash says to Gor'thok \"You're strong, as I've told you before, you're one of the strongest beings I've ever met. What you've yet to learn though, is that strength isn't everything. And I told you one or two. After that brutal throw, I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt.\" \n\nAnd with that, both Ashes dissapear from view.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnyone with See Invis, True Seeing, etc up: \n Spoiler \nHe's whirling around, practicing combat styles, invisible a few feet from Three.\n \n Everyone else can make a spot check DC: Hide - (1d20+53)[ 69 ] to peek in that spoiler. As for buffs level 3 and lower: Magic Vestment is an obvious one (only bought a +1 on my armor for that reason), and two good 10min/level ones that should be of use: Conviction and Ebon Eyes. Personally, I'd like True Seeing if possible, Stoneskin would be nice, and something to give me bonus to deflection and/or natural armor. Ooo, yes. Displacement would be nice here too.\n\nAnd dude?\n Gauntlets of Heartfelt blows and of the Master Strategist (Ghostwalk) (Dust of Sneezing & Choking within) \n\n Emphasis mine. Mix of Gauntlets of Heartfelt Blows and Gloves of the Master Strategist. Paid to put two in one.\n\nEdit the THIRD: And while I know you have the class feature No Time to Think, Ash doesn't, and hopes that you'll start thinking things out if he shows you the folly of not doing it a few....hundred? thousand? times.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Fey. Melodramatic lot...\" \n \n Spoiler \nThe only buffs I can think of off the top of my head that I'd like are:\n\nBlessed Aim (Spell Compendium, 1st level)\nEbon Eyes (same)\nAid\nShield of Faith\nIron Bones (Spell compendium, 4th level)\n\nAnd If you can: Revive Undead (its an arcane spell though...)\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "The air smells of a musty basement and your companions (except for the pixie of course). Mr. Stabby's extremely thorough survey of the portal turns up no traps, and his intuition tells him there are none.\n \n Spoiler \nyou guys can go in full hit points as long as you're not killing each other outside. You can choose to wait for FF Fanboy or not, as he has not shown up yet (one of you might want to PM him). If you want you can drag his comatose body along with you so that when he does show up he'll be active. Otherwise I'll put him in a different group. Good luck!\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet's just go ahead without him. Spells done and picked. Only thing left to do is actually putting up the stat block.\n\nList of buffs active on everyone to come, but it has been mentioned\n \n\n\nEdit: Mostly done stat block edited in.\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Three \n Race: Human (7 Bard / 1 Mindbender / 2 UR-Priest / 1 Sublime Chord / 7 Mystic Theurge)\n Alignment: Lawful Evil Type: Humanoid(Human)\n Initiative: -7\n Languages \nCommon\nAbyssal\nInfernal\n_____________________________\n AC: 31 Touch: 25 Flatfooted: 31\n(10 + 5Deflection(Shield of Faith) +6AC +11Monkbelt -1Dex)\n79hp (2d8+8d6+8d4);\n\n Immune \n Projectiles and Thrown Weapons (Storm Rage)\nGrapple, Web, Entangle etc. (Freedom of Movement via Ring)\nNo need to eat or drink (Ioun stone)\nNo need to breathe (Ioun Stone) \n Saves: \nFort +17 , Ref +16, Will +39\n(Superior Resistance +6resist, Conviction +5morale bonus)\n______________________________\n Speed: 30', Fly 40' Average (Storm Rage);\n Melee: +2 Standard, +2/-3 Full attack, 1d4-3 Dagger or 1d6-3 Unarmed Strike\n Ranged: +7 Lightning Touch Attack, 10d6 (Storm Rage)\n Space/Reach: 5'\nBase Atk: +8; Grapple: +5 (Immune due to Freedom of Movement\n\n Special Qualities: \n Rebuke Undead: 16/day\nBardic Music: 8/day\nBardic Knoweledge: +8\nHealing Hymn (Alternate Class feature)\nTelepathy 100'\nEvasion (Ring)\nFreedom of Movement (ring) \n______________________________\n Abilities: \n Str 5, Dex 9, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 30, Cha 26 \n Feats: \n Able Learner, Spell Focus(Evil), Iron Will, Silent Spell, Melodic Casting, Extend Spell, Persistant Spell, Divine Metamagic Persistent Spell, Reach Spell, Metamagic Song \n Skills \n Intimidate +12, Diplomacy +12, Sense Motive +19, Bluff +14, Spellcraft +10, Listen +28, Perform(string instruments) +31, Knoweledge (Arcane) +8, Knoweledge (Religion) +8, Knoweledge (Planes) +7, Profession(Astrology) +16, Concentration +22, Use Magic Device +29 \n_______________________________\n Equipment: \n Headband of Leadership (+6wis and +6cha)\nRing of Evasion\nRing of Freedom of Movement\nRing of Enduring Arcana (Active only while buffing in the morning)\nMonk's Belt\nBracers of Armor +6\nAmulet of Health +4\nPortable Hole\n-Nice chair, desk, and small bed within, as well as extra sacks and the like\nGray Ioun Stone with Continual Flame\nClear Ioun Stone\nIridescent Ioun Stone\nRod of Chaining (Lesser)\nMasterwork Lute\n1340GP \n Day Long Spells in Effect: \n Shield of Faith\nEbon Eyes\nConviction\nHeroe's Feast\nDivine Insight (+20 on any single skill check)\nResistance, Superior\nStormrage \n Cleric Spells for the day: 21 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \n Create Water, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor \n 1-Level \n Blessed Aim, Blessed Aim, Lesser Vigor, Obscuring Mist, Bless, Bless, Comprehend Languages, Sanctuary \n 2-Level \n Close Wounds, Divine Insight , Conviction(Extended) , Ebon Eyes(Extended) , Align Weapn, Darkness, Darkness \n 3-Level \n Know Vulnerabilities, Magic Vestment , Mass Lesser Vigor, Mass Lesser Vigor, Deeper Darkness, Meld into Stone \n 4-Level \n Death Ward, Dismissal, Mass Shield of Faith , Divine Power, Spell Immunity, Inflict Critical Wounds \n 5-Level \n Stone Bones , Greater Command, Slay Living, True Seeing, Greater Blindsight(Extended) \n 6-Level \n Energy Immunity, Superior Resistance , Blade Barrier, Harm, Heroe's Feast \n 7-Level \n Mass Spell Resistance, Fortunate Fate , Greater Dispel Magic(Silent) \n 8-Level \n Storm Rage , Earthquake \n 9-Level \n Miracle \n \n\n Bard Spells Known/Cast: 8 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/day: 3/5/5/5/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0\n 0-Level \n Detect Magic, Mage hand, Mending, Prestididation, Read Magic, Summon Instrument \n 1-Level \n Cure Light Wounds, Charm Person, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Identify \n 2-Level \n Cure Moderate Wounds, Heroism, Mirror Image, Suggestion \n 3-Level \n Cure Serious Wounds, Haste, Major Image \n \n\n Sublime Chord Spells Known/Cast: 16 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/Day: 5/5/5/4/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0/0\n\n 4-Level \n Shadow Conjuration, Polymorph, Assay Spell Resistance, Greater Invisibility \n 5-Level \n Mass Cure Light Wounds, Greater Heroism, Shadow Evocation, Greater Dispel Magic \n 6-Level \n Otto's Irresistable Dance, Repulsion, Find the Path, Flesh to Stone \n 7-Level \n Spell Turning, Greater Shadow Conjuration, Limited Wish \n 8-Level \n Greater Shadow Evocation, Polymorph any Object \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": "OOC Chatter:\n \n Spoiler \nRight now we only have: Smashy\nRatty\nBurny\nCrunchy. We also don't have Tippy. I vote we wait a touch and barrage them, or get subsitutions. Otherwise we're movin' in at 2/3 personelle of the team required.\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI have to agree with Seff - this place is trying to kill us. We'll need a full team for the best effects, without a full team, we're probably going to get fubared quickly, unless we specifically rebuilt our characters for maximal synergy.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOk, you guys can grab anyone who isn't already in a group, or who's joining the group would push it over 6. I think Karsh and Emporer Tippy were a pair, but others can be nabbed individually. But hurry up! I can't wait to maim you folks.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nA team can do worse than be as well-rounded as this. Besides are you worried about your characters dying or something? Lets look the devil in the eye and then decide if help is neccesary.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Edit: List of spells on everyone\n \n Spoiler \n\nConviction: +5 morale bonus to saves\nShield of Faith: +5 Deflection bonus to AC\nMagic Vestment: +5 Enhancment to Armor and Shields\nEbon Eyes: See in magical darkness\nHeroe's Feast: Immune to Poison/Fear, +1morale to attack bonus\n\nRatty:\nExtended Stone Bones\n\nSmashy:\nGMW (+5 Weapon)\n \n\n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI agree with Paladin here. We have a standard well rounded party of 4. If we run into too much trouble then we'll hold out for 2 others.\n\nAs a side note, stat block is finally done. I don't think I've ever done another one that even closely resembles the size of this one.\n \n\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Three \n Race: Human (7 Bard / 1 Mindbender / 2 UR-Priest / 1 Sublime Chord / 7 Mystic Theurge)\n Alignment: Lawful Evil Type: Humanoid(Human)\n Initiative: -7\n Languages \nCommon\nAbyssal\nInfernal\n_____________________________\n AC: 31 Touch: 25 Flatfooted: 31\n(10 + 5Deflection(Shield of Faith) +6AC +11Monkbelt -1Dex)\n79hp (2d8+8d6+8d4);\n\n Immune \n Projectiles and Thrown Weapons (Storm Rage)\nGrapple, Web, Entangle etc. (Freedom of Movement via Ring)\nNo need to eat or drink (Ioun stone)\nNo need to breathe (Ioun Stone)\nPoison (Heroe's Feast)\nFear(Heroe's Feast)\n \n Saves: \nFort +17 , Ref +16, Will +39\n(Superior Resistance +6resist, Conviction +5morale bonus)\n______________________________\n Speed: 30', Fly 40' Average (Storm Rage);\n Melee: +2 Standard, +2/-3 Full attack, 1d4-3 Dagger or 1d6-3 Unarmed Strike\n Ranged: +7 Lightning Touch Attack, 10d6 (Storm Rage)\n Space/Reach: 5'\nBase Atk: +8; Grapple: +5 (Immune due to Freedom of Movement\n\n Special Qualities: \n Rebuke Undead: 16/day\nBardic Music: 8/day\nBardic Knoweledge: +8\nHealing Hymn (Alternate Class feature)\nTelepathy 100'\nEvasion (Ring)\nFreedom of Movement (ring) \n______________________________\n Abilities: \n Str 5, Dex 9, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 30, Cha 26 \n Feats: \n Able Learner, Spell Focus(Evil), Iron Will, Silent Spell, Melodic Casting, Extend Spell, Persistant Spell, Divine Metamagic Persistent Spell, Reach Spell, Metamagic Song \n Skills \n Intimidate +12, Diplomacy +12, Sense Motive +19, Bluff +14, Spellcraft +10, Listen +28, Perform(string instruments) +31, Knoweledge (Arcane) +8, Knoweledge (Religion) +8, Knoweledge (Planes) +7, Profession(Astrology) +16, Concentration +22, Use Magic Device +29 \n_______________________________\n Equipment: \n Headband of Leadership (+6wis and +6cha)\nRing of Evasion\nRing of Freedom of Movement\nRing of Enduring Arcana (Active only while buffing in the morning)\nMonk's Belt\nBracers of Armor +6\nAmulet of Health +4\nPortable Hole\n-Nice chair, desk, and small bed within, as well as extra sacks and the like\nGray Ioun Stone with Continual Flame\nClear Ioun Stone\nIridescent Ioun Stone\nRod of Chaining (Lesser)\nMasterwork Lute\n1340GP \n Day Long Spells in Effect: \n Shield of Faith\nEbon Eyes\nConviction\nHeroe's Feast\nDivine Insight (+20 on any single skill check)\nResistance, Superior\nStormrage\nFortunate Fate \n Cleric Spells for the day: 21 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \n Create Water, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor \n 1-Level \n Blessed Aim, Blessed Aim, Lesser Vigor, Obscuring Mist, Bless, Bless, Comprehend Languages, Sanctuary \n 2-Level \n Close Wounds, Divine Insight , Conviction(Extended) , Ebon Eyes(Extended) , Align Weapn, Darkness, Darkness \n 3-Level \n Know Vulnerabilities, Magic Vestment , Mass Lesser Vigor, Mass Lesser Vigor, Deeper Darkness, Meld into Stone \n 4-Level \n Death Ward, Dismissal, Mass Shield of Faith , Divine Power, Spell Immunity, Inflict Critical Wounds \n 5-Level \n Stone Bones , Greater Command, Slay Living, True Seeing, Greater Blindsight(Extended) \n 6-Level \n Energy Immunity, Superior Resistance , Blade Barrier, Harm, Heroe's Feast \n 7-Level \n Mass Spell Resistance, Fortunate Fate , Greater Dispel Magic(Silent) \n 8-Level \n Storm Rage , Earthquake \n 9-Level \n Miracle \n \n\n Bard Spells Known/Cast: 8 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/day: 3/5/5/5/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0\n 0-Level \n Detect Magic, Mage hand, Mending, Prestididation, Read Magic, Summon Instrument \n 1-Level \n Cure Light Wounds, Charm Person, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Identify \n 2-Level \n Cure Moderate Wounds, Heroism, Mirror Image, Suggestion \n 3-Level \n Cure Serious Wounds, Haste, Major Image \n \n\n Sublime Chord Spells Known/Cast: 16 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/Day: 5/5/5/4/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0/0\n\n 4-Level \n Shadow Conjuration, Polymorph, Assay Spell Resistance, Greater Invisibility \n 5-Level \n Mass Cure Light Wounds, Greater Heroism, Shadow Evocation, Greater Dispel Magic \n 6-Level \n Otto's Irresistable Dance, Repulsion, Find the Path, Flesh to Stone \n 7-Level \n Spell Turning, Greater Shadow Conjuration, Limited Wish \n 8-Level \n Greater Shadow Evocation, Polymorph any Object \n \n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nMr. Stabby hefts his crossbow, waits for preperatory spells to be cast and says \"Well chaps, theres not else for it, fortune favors the brave and whatnot...\" before proceeding to enter the portal (as described in his first post)." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Three \n\nThree thinks to himself... Well, if the rat went through, there shouldn't be any surprises upon activation. \n\nThree then floats over and goes through himself." }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nSeeing the less martial members of the team move in, Ash gives an 'after you' motion to Gor'thok. Then he fades from sight.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGreater Invis up, Flee the scene invocation to the portal then step through while illusion motions for Gor'thok to step through.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI guess boomwolf and I are with you now, since you're short two people and we're the only two people who posted in Team 1; guess we'll ignore our dialog there (wasn't much and have us showing up with you)\n \n\n Lesdock \n\nTesting the balance of his new knives, the Thri-Kreen had been performing what was for him a simple dexterity exercise but others tended to see as a juggling show for their entertainment. A small smirk crosses his face as he reflects on that possibility; as if he would every use his skills for the pleasure of others. Well, strictly speaking, some of his employers probably took pleasure in the deaths of some of the beasts he'd hunted, but no more than he had hunting them down. Seeing those who had gotten there before him Well, this is a motley crew to go into a place like what I've heard this is. But as long as they don't get between my blades and things that need to die, we should do alright. \n\nLesdock put his daggers away as the brief match begins and appreciates the sport, particularly the end.\n\n Fine match. I'm late. My mistake. Do we have a plan? Or shall we just get down to it? This last is said as he pulls the blindfold over his eyes with one of his upper hands while cracking the knuckles of his lower hands.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCombat block again:\n Lesdock \nThri-Kreen Swordsage 2/Warblade 1/Bloodstorm Blade 4/Bloodclaw Master 2/Master Thrower 5/Fighter 1\nLawful Neutral Monstrous Humanoid\nInitiative +11\nDarkvision 60' Blindsight 60' with blindfold\nLanguages: Common, Thri-Kreen, Gith\n_____________________________\nAC 44, 31 touch, 34 flat-footed\n(+5 armor, +5 Shield, +10 DEX, + 3 Natural, +4 Deflect, +7 monk)\n178 hp (17HD)\nImmune to sleep effects, immune to gaze attacks while in blindfold\nFort +21 , Ref +29 , Will +18\n______________________________\nSpeed 40 ft\nMelee: Dagger +27 d4+11\nMelee Full: Dagger 27/27/22/17 d4+11, Dagger 27/27/22/17 d4+11, Dagger 27/22/17 d4+10, Dagger 27/22/17 d4+10\nRanged: Dagger +28 d4+12, d4+12\nRanged Full: Dagger 28/28/23/18 d4+12, d4+12; Dagger 28/28/23/18 d4+12, d4+12; Dagger 28/23/18 d4+11,d4+11; Dagger 28/23/18 d4+11,d4+11\nSpace/Reach: 5/5\nBase Atk: 15; Grapple 15\nAtk Options: Palm Throw, Trip Shot, Weak Spot\nSpecial Actions\n______________________________\nAbilities (Str Dex etc)\nSpecial Qualities\ncontinuous freedom of movement, +30 jump checks, not limited by size on jump checks\nevasion, superior multiweapon fighting, thunderous throw, lightning ricochet\n\nStances\nChild of Shadows\nIsland of Blades (will probably stay in this one)\nPunishing Stance\n\nManeuvers (Adept)\nsudden leap (swordsage)\nwolf fang strike (swordsage)\nclaw at the moon (swordsage)\nburning blade (swordsage)\nblistering flourish (swordsage)\nstone bones (swordsage)\nclinging shadow strike (swordsage)\nsteel wind (warblade)\nleading the attack (warblade)\ndouse the flames (warblade)\n\nFeats\nPoint Blank Shot\nWeapon Focus(Dagger)\nShadow Blade\nMultiweapon Fighting\nPrecise Shot\nFar Shot\nWeapon Finesse\nQuick Draw\nImproved Multiweapon Fighting\nSnatch Arrows\nGreater Multiweapon Fighting\nThrow Anything\nSkills\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\n2 +1 Speed Adamantine Daggers\n2 +1 Speed Cold Iron Daggers\n4 +1 Silver Daggers\nBracers of Armor +5\n+3 Animated Mithral Heavy Shield\nGloves of Dexterity +6\nHeadband of Wisdom +6\nmonk's belt\nring of protection +4\nblindfold of true darkness\namulet of health +6\ncloak of resistance +4\nring of freedom of movement\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWelcome to the team. If you have any specific buffs you would want to have, let me know.\n\nAlso, take note of the list of always on buffs. Your ac will be higher, as well as your saves due to morale bonus.\n\nOn a sidenote, what book did you get your thrikreen out of? You mention not limited to size on jump checks but that was a 3.0 rule.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nGot that line from online; must have been a summary from a 3.0 source. Someone told me there was a non-psionic +1 LA Thri-Kreen in another game I was in but I forget what book it was in. I can take that part out. The jumping isn't important to the build; just the 4 arms.\n " }, { "author": "boomwolf", "message": " Nelisar \n \"I do not remember asking YOU thri-kreen.\" says nelisar with a deathly voice. nelisar hates thri-kreens.\n\nNelisar steps through the portal like others before him, preparing his bow in hands, arrows in reach, and singling to tofer to follow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nseems like i'm in here too. hi!\n\nchar sheet:\n http://www.campaign-blog.com/view.php?id=6855 \n\ncombat blocks:\nMe:\n \n Spoiler \nNelisar ShadowHunter\nCatfolk and Ranger 16/Monk 1\nLawful Neutral; Homoraid (catfolk?)\n+13 init: Low-Light vision\nCommon, Feline, Gnoll\n_____________________________\nAC 33, touch 32, flat-footed 16.\n-the break down of AC +11 Dex, +5 deflect, +1 natural, +6 monk (wisdom and level)\nMiss Chance 20% (if blinking)\n110 hp (17d8+34); DR (if Applicable)\nFort 14, Ref 23, Will 12\n______________________________\nSpeed Ground 40 ft.\nMelee:\n-Unarmed: +27/+22/+17/+12; 2d10\n-Unarmed Flurry: +25/+25/+20/+15/+10; 2d10\nRanged:\n-Shortbow :+31/+31/+26/+21/+16; 6d6+3; 60 ft. range incement.\nBase Atk 16; Grapple 15\nAtk Options: Manyshot, Rapid Shot. (Weapon fineese?)\n\n______________________________\nStr 8, Dex 32, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 20, Cha 10\nWild Emphty, Evasion, Wisdom Armor Bonus (Monk), Flurry of Blows, Woodland Stride, Swift Tracker, Camouflage, Favored Enemy Humanoid (Human) +4, Favored Enemy Undead +4, Favored Enemy Outsider (fire) +2.\n\nRapid Shot, Track, Endurance, Manyshot, Weapon Finesse, Improved Precise Shot, Agile Athlete, Ascetic Hunter, Natural Bond , Quick Reconnoiter, Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot, Improved Unarmed Strike.\n\nHide +19 (total +42), Move Silently +19 (total +37), Survival +20 (total +25), Listen +19 (total +26), Spot +19 (total +24), Climb +10 (total +21), Jump +10 (total +21), Ride +16 (total +27).\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\nFrost Shock Corrosive Flaming Screaming Shortbow of Speed +2\nPeriapt of Wisdom +6 (36000 gp)\nGloves of Dexterity +6 (36000 gp)\nBoots of Elvenkind (2500 gp)\nBracers of Archery, Greater (25000 gp)\nRobe of Blending (30000 gp)\nRing of Protection +5 (50000 gp)\nRing of Blinking (27000 gp)\nBag of Holding, Type II (5000 gp)\nArrows (3000) (150 gp)\nIoun Stone, Clear (4000 gp)\nMonk's Belt (13000 gp)\nSpell component pouch (5 gp)\nHat of Disguise (1800 gp)\n43 GP\n \n\nTiger:\n \n Spoiler \nTofer ShadowHunter\nTiger\nNeutral; animal.\nInitiative; Senses (low light vision, scent etc)\nAnimal. (no talking)\n_____________________________\nAC 23, touch 12, flat-footed 20\n-the break down of AC -1 size, +3 Dex, +5 natural, +6 armor\n60 hp (8d8+24); DR (if Applicable)\nFort 9, Ref 9, Will 3\n______________________________\nSpeed Ground 40 ft.\nMelee:\n-Claw 12/2; 1d8+7 (x2)\nBase Atk +6; Grapple +17\nImproved Grab, Pounce, Rake.\n______________________________\nStr 24 Dex 16 Con 17 Int 2 Wis 12 Cha 6\n\nLink, Share spells, Evasion.\nTricks: Combat Riding training, Grab (grapple target), stay, heel.\n\nAlertness, Improved Natural Attack (bite), and Improved Natural Attack (claw)\n\nBalance +6, Hide +5 , Listen +3, Move Silently +9, Spot +3, Swim +11. (Admiting-I don't really know to read what is natural what is ranks and what is the bonuses.)\nTigers have a +4 racial bonus on Balance, Hide, and Move Silently checks. In areas of tall grass or heavy undergrowth, the Hide bonus improves to +8.\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\nTiger Studded leather Armor +3 (9175 gp) (+6 AC total)\nRations 60 (30 gp)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n Let's crash this party! \nI grin in anticipation as I shove the doors open far enough for me to fit.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWe've now got quite a bit of ranged damage going on now.\n " }, { "author": "boomwolf", "message": " Nelishar \n \"Thats the spirit\" he says to gor'thok, enjoying his free mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI can melee as well if needed. me and me tiger got a good grab/punch school-bully fighting style.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Lesdock \n Well, hopefully there's a plan and I just missed it. If not, we'll probably figure it out after the first thing attacks us. \n\nHaving understood his tone, Lesdock would have preferred that the catfolk and his pet walked in front of him but knew that that same tone made it unlikely. Trusting to his blindfold and his reaction time, Lesdock follows the minotaur, drawing a dagger in each hand as he crosses the threshold." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI've editted in a buffed set of stats for Gor'thok into my first post.\nI assume that GMW was only on the greataxe.\n\nIf it's only a couple foes in melee range - I can get your tiger a pounce onto a prone target about every round or two (if the target fails a reflex save after I hit it). Ah, the joys of Awesome Blow.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTry not to get hit. I only have so much healing I can do. Though I should make sure I can't do a persistent mass lesser vigor with the effects of the hymn of healing since I cast it while I sang. That would give everyone 22 hp back every round and take back on my healingload considerably.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nAsh can work melee as well. I get 12 AoO's a round, so with Eldrich glaive.... I mostly just blast and maneuver when I'm getting in range/softening up the target. Then I go eldrich glaive and keep them from doing anything.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI get 14 attacks a round melee for my d4+11ish damage, but they're not touch attacks. And with the buffs, my AC's about 50 so if I have to melee, i can, but I'd prefer to do it after spending a round knocking enemies prone with trip shot.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "As you appear on the other side of the portal a number of things become immediately apparent.\n \n It is completely dark. Even your ebon eyes cannot pierce the murky gloom. \n You are underwater. \n The water is boiling hot. \n There is a crushing pressure pushing in at you from all sides, as if the water itself was trying to squeeze the very life out of you. \n \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Everyone who breathes is now holding their breath. \n Everyone takes 1d6 points of fire damage from the boiling water on their turn (you can roll this yourself.) \n Everyone needs to make a fort save DC 15 \n \n\norder of actions is:\n \n Mr. Stabby\t13+17 = 30 \n Nelisar\t\t16+13 = 29 \n Ash\t\t5+17 = 22 \n\tTiger\t14+3 = 17 \n Lesdok\t\t2+11 = 13 \n Gor'thok\t\t1+7 = 8 \n Three\t\t5+-1 = 4 \n \n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nIf we're under duress, Ash counts it as 'Combat' and since he's not surpressing it, his gauntlets glow as bright as torches. With that illumination, our ebon eyes work. Gimme descripton! (Immune to the fire damage btw)\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf normal light works, the floating everglowing torch around Three's head should be more than enough.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "The inky darkness is thick and cloying. Not even the magical light of your gear pierces it.\n \n Spoiler \n I need to get Stat blocks for Mr. Stabby and Three. Also Three I don't see where you have all the rest of your spells listed.\n " }, { "author": "boomwolf", "message": " Nelisar\n \nNelisar swims to what seems to be the gravitational up, and noting tofer to follow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nrolls:\nfire damage to me (1d6)[ 1 ] \nmy fort save (1d20+19)[ 27 ] \n\nfire damage to tofr (1d6)[ 2 ] \ntofer's fort save (1d20+14)[ 31 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "The tiger like everyone else is surrounded by inky blackness and cannot see you. He's acting on his own (instinct), which in this case is panicking and trying to swim to the surface\n\n \n Spoiler \n Unless he's been trained to enter areas that panic him in which case he swims up calmly.\n\nI've made an OOC thread in case you didn't see. Heres the link: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...17#post3675117 \n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n Taking a deep (and mostly harmless) breath, Mr. Stabby attempts to locate all creatures withing 30ft. by scent. \n\nMr. Stabby swims 15ft. forward attempting to listen for anything unusual. (hiding and moving silently with darkstalker of course)\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 6 ] Fast Healing 3\n\nI assume that because its not necessary for Mr. Stabby to breath he can freely use scent underwater like a shark does. I'm working on the combat stat block now and will post it as an edit within the hour\n\nHere it is:\nMr. Stabby\nEvolved, Necropolitan, Awakened Rat, Rogue 13th\nNuetral (undead)\nInitiative: +17\nScent, Darkvision 60ft.\nLanguages: Common\n_____________________________\nAC: 29, Touch AC: 23, Flat Footed AC: 17\n(+5 armor, +12 dexterity, +2 size, +1 natural, -1 flaw)\nHP: 112 (13HD)\nImmune: All mind-affecting affects, poison, sleep, paralysis, stunning, disease and death effects, not subject to critical hits, non-lethal damage, ability drain, energy drain, damage to physical ability scores (str, dex, and con), fatigue, exhaustion, affects that require a fortitude save (unless it affects objects too), massive damage.\nFort +5 , Ref +22 , Will +7\n______________________________\nSpeed: 15ft., Climb 15ft., Swim 15ft.\nBite Attack +10/+5\n+1 Bayonet Attack +9/+4\n+5 Heavy Crossbow Attack +31/+26\nSpace/Reach: 2 1/2ft.\nBase Attack: +9/+4; Grapple +0\nSpecial Actions: Uncanny Opportunist - May make an attack on anyone a party member strikes in combat up to 12 enemies per round.\n______________________________\nStr 8, Dex 28(34), Con - , Int 11(15), Wis 12(14), Cha 9(11)\n\nDarkvsion 60ft.\nUnnatural Resilience: Heals damage as a living character would per day\nUses Charisma modifier for concentration rather than constitution\nNot affected by Raise Dead or Reincarnate spells\nDestoyed when reduced to 0hp\nDoes not need to breath, eat or sleep\nCan always take 10 on a climb check even if rushed or threatened.\nUses Dexterity modifier for Climb and Swim checks\nScent\nTurn Resistance +2\nFast Healing 3\nGreater Invisibility 1/day\nResist Control +2\nImproved Evasion\nImproved Uncanny Dodge\nUncanny Opportunist\nSneak Attack +7d6+15\nTrap Sense +5\nTrapfinding\n-2 to saves vs. fear\n\nCombat Reflexes\nCraven\nDarkstalker\nWeapon Focus (Heavy Crossbow)\nCrossbow Sniper\nRapid Reload\nSav vy Rogue\nImproved Toughness\nVulnerable (flaw)\nInattentive (flaw)\nIlliterate (hide) (bought off with skill ranks)\n\nBalance +20\nClimb +20\nDisable Device +20\nEscape Artist +28\nHide +59\nListen +14\nMove Silently +50\nOpen Lock +30\nRide +12\nSearch +18\nSlight of Hand +12\nSpot +14\nSwim +20\nTumble +12\nUse Rope +12\nEasy Escape Trick\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\nTiny Hewards Handy Haversack\nRing of Inivisibility\nMasterwork Thieves Tools (5 sets)\n1000 Tiny Crossbow Bolts\n500 Cold Iron Crossbow Bolts\n250 Alchemical Sivler Crossbow Bolts\n250 Adamantine Crossbow Bolts\nTiny +5 Quick Loading, Collision Heavy Crossbow\n+1 Warning Adamantine Bayonet (sword)\nRing of Dextertiy +6\n+5 Greater Silent Moves, Greater Shadowed Tuxedo\nGreater True Death Crystal\nGreater Demolition Crystal\nWhite Gloves of Man\nTop Hat of Int +4, Wis +2, Cha +2\nTiny Kettle of Endless Tea\nFine China (Tiny)\n " }, { "author": "boomwolf", "message": "Tofer has the training to follow me in places he normally wont. (unless otherwise ordered.)\n\nBy noting him I meant padding on him or something. not all signs are visual." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Three \n\nThree merely sighs inwardly, already having the need to exert himself. He maintains his position and casts a spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Energy Immunity(Fire) on himself.\n fire damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n fort save - (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \n concentration - (1d20+22)[ 28 ] vs. DC 10+half damage. Also makes any distraction DC automatically.\n \n\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Three \n Race: Human (7 Bard / 1 Mindbender / 2 UR-Priest / 1 Sublime Chord / 7 Mystic Theurge)\n Alignment: Lawful Evil Type: Humanoid(Human)\n Initiative: -7\n Languages \nCommon\nAbyssal\nInfernal\n_____________________________\n AC: 31 Touch: 25 Flatfooted: 31\n(10 + 5Deflection(Shield of Faith) +6AC +11Monkbelt -1Dex)\n Hit Points: 79 (2d8+8d6+8d4); Current HP: 75\n\n Immune \n Projectiles and Thrown Weapons (Storm Rage)\nGrapple, Web, Entangle etc. (Freedom of Movement via Ring)\nNo need to eat or drink (Ioun stone)\nNo need to breathe (Ioun Stone)\nFire(Energy Immunity)\n \n Saves: \nFort +17 , Ref +16, Will +39\n(Superior Resistance +6resist, Conviction +5morale bonus)\n______________________________\n Speed: 30', Fly 40' Average (Storm Rage);\n Melee: +2 Standard, +2/-3 Full attack, 1d4-3 Dagger or 1d6-3 Unarmed Strike\n Ranged: +7 Lightning Ranged Touch Attack, 10d6 (Storm Rage)\n Space/Reach: 5'\nBase Atk: +8; Grapple: +5 (Immune due to Freedom of Movement\n\n Special Qualities: \n Rebuke Undead: 16/day\nBardic Music: 8/day\nBardic Knoweledge: +8\nHealing Hymn (Alternate Class feature)\nTelepathy 100'\nEvasion (Ring)\nFreedom of Movement (ring) \n______________________________\n Abilities: \n Str 5, Dex 9, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 30, Cha 26 \n Feats: \n Able Learner, Spell Focus(Evil), Iron Will, Silent Spell, Melodic Casting, Extend Spell, Persistant Spell, Divine Metamagic Persistent Spell, Reach Spell, Metamagic Song \n Skills \n Intimidate +12, Diplomacy +12, Sense Motive +19, Bluff +14, Spellcraft +10, Listen +28, Perform(string instruments) +31, Knoweledge (Arcane) +8, Knoweledge (Religion) +8, Knoweledge (Planes) +7, Profession(Astrology) +16, Concentration +22, Use Magic Device +29 \n_______________________________\n Equipment: \n Headband of Leadership (+6wis and +6cha)\nRing of Evasion\nRing of Freedom of Movement\nRing of Enduring Arcana (Active only while buffing in the morning)\nMonk's Belt\nBracers of Armor +6\nAmulet of Health +4\nPortable Hole\n-Nice chair, desk, and small bed within, as well as extra sacks and the like\nGray Ioun Stone with Continual Flame\nClear Ioun Stone\nIridescent Ioun Stone\nRod of Chaining (Lesser)\nMasterwork Lute\n1340GP \n Day Long Spells in Effect: \n Shield of Faith\nEbon Eyes\nConviction\nHeroe's Feast\nDivine Insight (+20 on any single skill check)\nResistance, Superior\nStormrage\nEnergy Immunity(Fire)\n \n Cleric Spells for the day: 21 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \n Create Water, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor \n 1-Level \n Blessed Aim, Blessed Aim, Lesser Vigor, Obscuring Mist, Bless, Bless, Comprehend Languages, Sanctuary \n 2-Level \n Close Wounds, Divine Insight , Conviction(Extended) , Ebon Eyes(Extended) , Align Weapn, Darkness, Darkness \n 3-Level \n Know Vulnerabilities, Magic Vestment , Mass Lesser Vigor, Mass Lesser Vigor, Deeper Darkness, Meld into Stone \n 4-Level \n Death Ward, Dismissal, Mass Shield of Faith , Divine Power, Spell Immunity, Inflict Critical Wounds \n 5-Level \n Stone Bones , Greater Command, Slay Living, True Seeing, Greater Blindsight(Extended) \n 6-Level \n Energy Immunity , Superior Resistance , Blade Barrier, Harm, Heroe's Feast \n 7-Level \n Mass Spell Resistance, Fortunate Fate , Greater Dispel Magic(Silent) \n 8-Level \n Storm Rage , Earthquake \n 9-Level \n Miracle \n \n\n Bard Spells Known/Cast: 8 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/day: 3/5/5/5/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0\n 0-Level \n Detect Magic, Mage hand, Mending, Prestididation, Read Magic, Summon Instrument \n 1-Level \n Cure Light Wounds, Charm Person, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Identify \n 2-Level \n Cure Moderate Wounds, Heroism, Mirror Image, Suggestion \n 3-Level \n Cure Serious Wounds, Haste, Major Image \n \n\n Sublime Chord Spells Known/Cast: 16 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/Day: 5/5/5/4/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0/0\n\n 4-Level \n Shadow Conjuration, Polymorph, Assay Spell Resistance, Greater Invisibility \n 5-Level \n Mass Cure Light Wounds, Greater Heroism, Shadow Evocation, Greater Dispel Magic \n 6-Level \n Otto's Irresistable Dance, Repulsion, Find the Path, Flesh to Stone \n 7-Level \n Spell Turning, Greater Shadow Conjuration, Limited Wish \n 8-Level \n Greater Shadow Evocation, Polymorph any Object \n \n\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Lesdock \n\nAssuming as much of the Child of Shadows stance ((concealment; 20% miss chance while moving)) as possible while swimming, Lesdock begins swimming slightly down and (arbitrarily) east, looking sensing for some sort of tunnel that may lead to an air supply.\n\nFire (1d6)[ 4 ] \nFort (1d20+21)[ 41 ] " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Both you and Tofer feel a pressure wave of water wash over you before a massive force impacts into your bodies. Something sinuous, stoney, slimey and awful all at the same time tries to snake around you.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTofer takes 41 Points of damage.\nNelisar takes 44 points of damage.\n\nNelisar needs to make a Strength checks vs DC 55 to continue moving forward\nTofer needs to make a Strength checks vs DC 51 to continue moving forward\n\nNelisar needs to make a grapple check vs DC 65 to keep from being grappled\nTofer needs to make a grapple check vs DC 59 to keep from being grappled\n\nMr Stabby as a (formerly) air breathing creature has his scent ability (presuming he still retains it) ruined by water. Since Mr. Stabby has been around the block a few times he is already aware of this and can rephrase his turn.\n\nEDIT: playswithfire, make sure you read your private message before you post your turn! Are you SURE that's what you're doing?\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \nInitiative: 22\n\n \"Something large is above us. It's....there. Extending into the void. I suggest not fleeing directly into it...I can feel it, even if none of you can see it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n FortitudeSave - (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \nFire Resistance.\nAmulet of Adaptation.\n\nSpeaking as interrupt (no action cost), the second I feel it in my blindsense and the others moving up towards it. Should stop them from running into it, unless they're idiots and ignore the pixie. Hellfire shield active. Not posting my turn until all others before me have posted.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "You hear somehigh pitched squeaking coming from somewhere, but since only the pixie is surrounded by air none of you can comprehend anything being said.\n \n Spoiler \n\nActing on the above information is acting on OOC knowledge and probably a bad idea... just saying.\n\n \n Originally Posted by Seffbasilisk \n Ash \n \"Something large is above us. It's....there. Extending into the void. I suggest not fleeing directly into it...I can feel it, even if none of you can see it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll0]\nFire Resistance.\nAmulet of Adaptation.\n\nSpeaking as free action, the second I feel it in my blindsense and the others moving up towards it. Should stop them from running into it, unless they're idiots and ignore the pixie. Hellfire shield active. Not posting my turn until all others before me have posted.\n \n \n \n\nThe air pocket only surrounds you. No one else hears you. Additionally, technically free actions can only be taken on your turn. They begin swimming up before you even realize whats going on.\n " }, { "author": "boomwolf", "message": "We both auto-fail the grapple. we CANNOT technically beat that score. ((overkill much?))" }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by boomwolf \n We both auto-fail the grapple. we CANNOT technically beat that score. ((overkill much?)) \n \n\n put that in a spoiler next time. On both the strength and grapple checks you can roll a 20, which auto succeeds I think.\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Three \n\nThree merely sighs inwardly, already having the need to exert himself. He maintains his position and casts a spell.\n\nCasting Energy Immunity(Fire) on himself.\n[roll0]\n[roll1]\n[roll2] vs. DC 10+half damage. Also makes any distraction DC automatically. \n \n\n Protection from Energy from energy is the spell I think you're trying to cast. But as someone who doesn't breath water (you simply don't need to breath) you of course can't speak to cast a spell with verbal components. Of course since Three is a highly experienced practioner of magic he is well aware of this and may rephrase his turn.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Mr Stabby slinks his little rat form through the water, and is unmolested as he heads off to the side.\n\nLesdok feels the same pressure wave glide over him momentarily unbalancing his stance. The slap of the massive appendage that strikes him is even more unbalancing, but strong magics allow him to slip out the thing's grasp before it gets a brutal choke hold on him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lesdok is attacked\n (1d100)[ 42 ] 21 or higher hits.\nLesdok is hit for 43 points of damage.\n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " Ash \n\nAsh begins swimming, attempting to position himself best so that he'll be able to catch any assailants in his eldritch cone and lets loose a blast. He'll target the large creature that two of the creatures near him swam into (and exclude them from the AoE) or (priority) another creature, if it appears in his voidsense and seems to be attacking one of the blank spots in the void he's mentally tagged as 'allies'.\n\n \n Spoiler \n SwimCheck - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] HellfireConeDamage - (15d6)[ 54 ] Reflex DC 21 for 1/2, Eldritch cone has a range of 30ft.\n\nAssuming with an Int of 18 I can mentally keep track of all of the players in my blindsense radius of 30ft.\n\nAch! Just realized what an abysmal swim modifier I have, if possible, I'd like to change that move action to 'Shadow Stride' into optimal position (probably no more then 5 feet diagonal.) Also, I assume a giant flash of energy blasting in a direction is a good signal NOT TO SWIM IN THAT DIRECTION if anyone can see it.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Unseen by most Ash blebs through the shadows before releasing a giant gout of hellfire. Unfortunately the blast goes unnoticed by all who aren't directly affected by it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince I've let others do \"rephrase\" their turns it would be very unsporting of me to do so with you😛\n\nYou need to make a caster level check to overcome spell resistance. You are more than capable of keeping track of your friends.\n\nIts a moot point since no one can see it, but shooting spells at something does not mean \"don't go there!\" in common adventurer parlance. In fact for fighters it very much means \"go there and cut something up!\"\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nMr. Stabby swims up 15ft. still hiding and moving silently. I wonder where the others could be... he idly thinks to himself, completely oblivious to the terrible danger his allies are in.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 1 ] , Fast Healing 3\nDarkstalking\nHide (1d20+79)[ 82 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 60 ] \n " }, { "author": "Seffbasilisk", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIf I'm rephrasing (I had time to think it over on the bus) then I'll take a 10 on the swim check (no one's threatening me, and I don't know it's fully combat yet) for a 12, and save the maneuver. Then I'll let out the gout CasterLevelCheck - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] and use my Darkstalker feat to be all sneaky-sneaky. Hide - (1d20+33)[ 43 ] MoveSilently - (1d20+29)[ 44 ] \n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Gor'thok \n Great. Just great. Swimming in boiling water. Whoever thought of this should die a painfully violent death. I think as I swim upwards, noting mentally where I entered.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n26 rounds of breath remaining.\nDamage (1d6)[ 2 ] .\nFort save (1d20+29)[ 31 ] .\nSwim check: (1d20+27)[ 31 ] \nUsing Natural Cunning to not get lost, basically, knowing where he started.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Three \n\nAfter hearing a strange squeal, Three reaches out telepathically to all of his compatriots.\n\nIs everyone alright? We need to regroup, hopefully I will be able to find a way out of this mess. Try to regroup on me. Hopefully, you, Ash, should be able to find me. Bring the others.\n\nAfter that, Three casts a silent \"Find the Path\".\n\nWording:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\"Find a path out of what I am in now and onwards to safety\"\n \n\n\nStat block:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Three \n Race: Human (7 Bard / 1 Mindbender / 2 UR-Priest / 1 Sublime Chord / 7 Mystic Theurge)\n Alignment: Lawful Evil Type: Humanoid(Human)\n Initiative: -7\n Languages \nCommon\nAbyssal\nInfernal\n_____________________________\n AC: 31 Touch: 25 Flatfooted: 31\n(10 + 5Deflection(Shield of Faith) +6AC +11Monkbelt -1Dex)\n Hit Points: 79 (2d8+8d6+8d4); Current HP: 75\n\n Immune \n Projectiles and Thrown Weapons (Storm Rage)\nGrapple, Web, Entangle etc. (Freedom of Movement via Ring)\nNo need to eat or drink (Ioun stone)\nNo need to breathe (Ioun Stone)\nFire(Energy Immunity)\n \n Saves: \nFort +17 , Ref +16, Will +39\n(Superior Resistance +6resist, Conviction +5morale bonus)\n______________________________\n Speed: 30', Fly 40' Average (Storm Rage);\n Melee: +2 Standard, +2/-3 Full attack, 1d4-3 Dagger or 1d6-3 Unarmed Strike\n Ranged: +7 Lightning Ranged Touch Attack, 10d6 (Storm Rage)\n Space/Reach: 5'\nBase Atk: +8; Grapple: +5 (Immune due to Freedom of Movement\n\n Special Qualities: \n Rebuke Undead: 16/day\nBardic Music: 8/day\nBardic Knoweledge: +8\nHealing Hymn (Alternate Class feature)\nTelepathy 100'\nEvasion (Ring)\nFreedom of Movement (ring) \n______________________________\n Abilities: \n Str 5, Dex 9, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 30, Cha 26 \n Feats: \n Able Learner, Spell Focus(Evil), Iron Will, Silent Spell, Melodic Casting, Extend Spell, Persistant Spell, Divine Metamagic Persistent Spell, Reach Spell, Metamagic Song \n Skills \n Intimidate +12, Diplomacy +12, Sense Motive +19, Bluff +14, Spellcraft +10, Listen +28, Perform(string instruments) +31, Knoweledge (Arcane) +8, Knoweledge (Religion) +8, Knoweledge (Planes) +7, Profession(Astrology) +16, Concentration +22, Use Magic Device +29 \n_______________________________\n Equipment: \n Headband of Leadership (+6wis and +6cha)\nRing of Evasion\nRing of Freedom of Movement\nRing of Enduring Arcana (Active only while buffing in the morning)\nMonk's Belt\nBracers of Armor +6\nAmulet of Health +4\nPortable Hole\n-Nice chair, desk, and small bed within, as well as extra sacks and the like\nGray Ioun Stone with Continual Flame\nClear Ioun Stone\nIridescent Ioun Stone\nRod of Chaining (Lesser)\nMasterwork Lute\n1340GP \n Day Long Spells in Effect: \n Shield of Faith\nEbon Eyes\nConviction\nHeroe's Feast\nDivine Insight (+20 on any single skill check)\nResistance, Superior\nStormrage\nEnergy Immunity(Fire)\n \n Cleric Spells for the day: 21 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \n Create Water, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor, Cure Minor \n 1-Level \n Blessed Aim, Blessed Aim, Lesser Vigor, Obscuring Mist, Bless, Bless, Comprehend Languages, Sanctuary \n 2-Level \n Close Wounds, Divine Insight , Conviction(Extended) , Ebon Eyes(Extended) , Align Weapn, Darkness, Darkness \n 3-Level \n Know Vulnerabilities, Magic Vestment , Mass Lesser Vigor, Mass Lesser Vigor, Deeper Darkness, Meld into Stone \n 4-Level \n Death Ward, Dismissal, Mass Shield of Faith , Divine Power, Spell Immunity, Inflict Critical Wounds \n 5-Level \n Stone Bones , Greater Command, Slay Living, True Seeing, Greater Blindsight(Extended) \n 6-Level \n Energy Immunity , Superior Resistance , Blade Barrier, Harm, Heroe's Feast \n 7-Level \n Mass Spell Resistance, Fortunate Fate , Greater Dispel Magic(Silent) \n 8-Level \n Storm Rage , Earthquake \n 9-Level \n Miracle \n \n\n Bard Spells Known/Cast: 8 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/day: 3/5/5/5/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/0\n 0-Level \n Detect Magic, Mage hand, Mending, Prestididation, Read Magic, Summon Instrument \n 1-Level \n Cure Light Wounds, Charm Person, Tasha's Hideous Laughter, Identify \n 2-Level \n Cure Moderate Wounds, Heroism, Mirror Image, Suggestion \n 3-Level \n Cure Serious Wounds, Haste, Major Image \n \n\n Sublime Chord Spells Known/Cast: 16 CL \n \n Spoiler \n\n Castable/Day: 5/5/5/4/3\n Cast: 0/0/0/1/0\n\n 4-Level \n Shadow Conjuration, Polymorph, Assay Spell Resistance, Greater Invisibility \n 5-Level \n Mass Cure Light Wounds, Greater Heroism, Shadow Evocation, Greater Dispel Magic \n 6-Level \n Otto's Irresistable Dance, Repulsion, Find the Path, Flesh to Stone \n 7-Level \n Spell Turning, Greater Shadow Conjuration, Limited Wish \n 8-Level \n Greater Shadow Evocation, Polymorph any Object \n \n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Gor'thok swims up unmolested and unhindered until his powerful strokes bump his large form into something massive. It feels like it is made of ropey slimey cancerous wood, yet it is riddled with bizarre stony growths that seem to pierce its surface from the inside. More importantly it undulates and moves with life, and touching causes an unpleasant burning sensation in your skin.\n\nThree's find the path indicates a path out this chamber down and to east. It does not yet indicate any traps to be bypassed physically or with command words.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMerely touching it doesn't do any damage Gor'thok, but it feels awful.\nPresumably Three communicates this information to everyone, so you may act on it in character unless for some bizarre reason he deliberately specify that he isn't.\n\nI will post the beast's turn later this evening (around noon I think for most people in North America), it is going after Three in order of action.\n \n\n\n\n[OOC Addressing previous posts]\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Paladin Latham \n Mr. Stabby \n\nMr. Stabby swims up 15ft. still hiding and moving silently. I wonder where the others could be... he idly thinks to himself, completely oblivious to the terrible danger his allies are in. \n \n\n You probably already know it but this happens next round, you've already taken your turn. You may want to change it after the beast goes (or you may not even be able to, we'll see).\n\n \n Originally Posted by javcs \n Gor'thok \n26 rounds of breath remaining.\nDamage [roll0].\nFort save [roll1].\nSwim check: [roll2]\nUsing Natural Cunning to not get lost, basically, knowing where he started. \n \n\nRemember taking actions burns breath away. Close one on the fort save there! Good use of natural cunning.\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Three \n\nAfter hearing a strange squeal, Three reaches out telepathically to all of his compatriots.\n\nIs everyone alright? We need to regroup, hopefully I will be able to find a way out of this mess. Try to regroup on me. Hopefully, you, Ash, should be able to find me. Bring the others.\n\nAfter that, Three casts a silent \"Find the Path\".\n\nWording:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\"Find a path out of what I am in now and onwards to safety\"\n \n \n \n\n Being an exceptionally clever fellow, you also know that Lesdok has blindsight.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": " Lesdock \n\nThought message for Three ((so glad someone has telepathy)):\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe room we're in is 50 across. Some ... thing; very large thing with long appendages, maybe a squid, is above us and above him seems to be solid rock, so I don't think we can escape that way. Below us may also be a problem; the water is ... disturbed ... blades spinning is the best I can describe it; whether stationary or moving across I am not certain. But that's about 20 feet below us. I can't sense anything past that, but there's no solid rock for at least 40 feet beyond the disturbance. I will move to be 10 to 15 feet directly below you to try and learn more. As up contains a monster and a solid ceiling, down may be our only option. Please tell the others. ((To the extent possible, I'd also communicate where the others are in relation to him, assuming blindsight would let me distinguish people by size))\n \n\n\nBriefly reeling from the attack and hearing Three's instructions, Lesdock attempts to inform Three of what he knows of the room and moves to position himself 10-15 feet below Three and begins sensing for more information, particularly to the right.\n\nfire (1d6)[ 4 ] \nfort (1d20+21)[ 27 ] " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " Three \n\nThree indicates to everyone that down and to the right is where they must head. He himself will \"begin to head that way\" (on his turn). He also tells Ash and Lesdok to lead the rest." }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "As Gar'Thok pokes about wall of unyielding wood/stone/cancerousness, a pair of clawed hands slash into his body. You feel the claws begin pulling you apart, rending flesh from bone. The shock to your system is tremendous, but your hardy minotaur constitution keeps you from blacking out from the massive damage. Unfortunately this is not the end of the assault as two more claws latch into your body and pull you apart.\n \n Spoiler \nYou are hit by two claw attacks for 26 and 33 damage respectively. Rending damage is 62 (save for massive damage or die). I presume you survive that (if you don't roll a one, roll though because you soak up two attacks if you don't die) and you get pegged twice more for 33 and 37. Rend for 55. Save for massive damage except the total is 246, leaving you at -20, aka dead.\n \n\nMr. Stabby feels the water churn around him as he wriggles blindly about in the dark water. He thinks something might be trying to attack him but can't quite get a bead on him.\n \n Spoiler \n I am aware of your Dark Stalker Feat. Your square has been targeted but you were missed. You don't know how your square was targeted.\n \n\nAsh sees the inky water swirl at the edge of his bubble of pure air. A massive tentacle seemingly made of vile cancerous looking wood, with smaller stoney spurs jutting out of it rips through the edge of the pocket of air. He doesn’t see the second tentacle swipe into him from behind and it begins to squeeze him into oblivion. A third tentacle boils out of the gloom and crushes the last vestiges of life from his tiny body.\n \n Spoiler \n See Mr. Stabby’s spoiler as it applies to you too.\n1 tentacle hit for 40 damage (reflex DC 15 for ½; both count as a magic weapon, see below).\n1 tentacle hit for 42 damage (reflex DC 15 for ½)\nGrapple Checks for each are DC 60 and 66 respectively. Failure deals 61 damage fort he first and 57 for the second (no reflex save).\n\nTotal damage with succesful reflex saves is 159 leaving you at -63.\n\nEvasion does not apply to starmantle cloaks. Don’t even try to argue this point. You may have a valid alternate interpretation but I subscribe to the interpretation that normally attacks don’t get reflex saves (even if they do get a save with the cloak) and thus evasion does not apply, and since I subscribe to that, so does this game’s rule set. Arguing this is going to end badly (unless you can point out a ruling by Wizards that I am unaware of with location pg # etc. don’t bother).\n \n\nLesdok senses the three tentacles whipping towards him. His stance does not seem to deter them and the simultaneous attack cracks into his form. Once again his powerful magics prevent him from being grappled, but still his body is beaten and battered to lifelessness.\n \n Spoiler \n Three tentacle strikes, 47, 44 and 47 damage each for a total of 138 (181 with the initial).This leaves you at -3, bleeding to death.\n \n\n\nThree manages to send off his telepathic missive, but any further communication is cut short. Two tentacles flail about incompetently, unnoticed except by the currents they produce. Two others though strike true, and though powerful magic prevents them from getting a firm hold, the physical trauma they inflict is enough to break the frail man. \n Spoiler \n two tentacle hits, 44 and 49 respectively. 93 total, leaving you at -14.\n \n\nTofur lets out a fearsome roar as his body is crushed by the constricting tentacle. The roar is of course unheard because Tofur, like everyone else, is underwater.\n \n Spoiler \nI’m presuming he didn’t make the grapple check from your round in which case he takes an additional 55 damage, which kills him.\n \n\t\nNelishar’s body is crushed by one of the constricting tentacles, but he is hardy and despite the awful blow he is still functioning. The tentacle whips him through the water, before coming to a quick halt. There is a sudden displacement of water before all goes completely black.\n \n Spoiler \nPresuming you failed the grapple check from your round you take and additional 60 damage. This is followed by a bite attack for 41 (Fort Save DC 37, not poison).\nPresuming you fail the grapple, with the 44 from the initial attack total damage is 155, leaving you at -45.\n \n\nFinal Comments:\n \n Spoiler \nthe above presumes you all fail your grapple checks. Obviously if you don’t that will change things.\n\nGood try everyone! You’re welcome to make new characters and retry or tweak the ones you have and run them through again. See you in the main forum, but please don’t tell everyone what to expect. I’d like to let them experience it for themselves.\n\nYour turn Mr. Stabby. I presume you are acting differently than you posted.\n " }, { "author": "playswithfire", "message": "Eh, well, was still a fun character to make. What was that thing's attack bonus anyway?\n\n Guess I should've beelined for the blades; and, yeah, planning before entering the sphere might've been a good idea. Live and learn i guess. Good luck to anyone who lived" }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by playswithfire \n Eh, well, was still a fun character to make. What was that thing's attack bonus anyway?\n\n Guess I should've beelined for the blades; and, yeah, planning before entering the sphere might've been a good idea. Live and learn i guess. Good luck to anyone who lived \n \n\nI was surprised you didn't. Your nobility was your downfall. I had you posited as one of the most likely to survive this encounter. Mr. Stabby is still alive so keep things in character if they're out of spoiler.\n\nAnd if you liked the character you're welcome to try again with him as is or tweak him and try again.\n " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+29)[ 34 ] \nThat thing hits hard.\n\nWait, if I'm dead anyways ... does it matter?\nYeah, we definitely should've planned better.\n\nI liked this group :/\nI'm gonna tweak and re-run, if possible.\nEdit: Forgot spoilers\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Hmm... I wonder what that was.\" Mr. Stabby thinks to himself as he casually swims towards the bottom right, just like Mr. Three said. \"When we get out of this I'll have to thank him. Theres something not right with this water. It like that time I fell into the tea pot...\" \n \n Spoiler \nWell who would've thought that Mr. Stabby would be the last one standing (aside from me that is 😁 ) Well, if it attacked me it means I'm observed somehow, I don't know how that is but there you are. Mr. Stabby doesn't know that so he will continue to swim at half speed for a double move (aka 15ft.), hiding and moving silently whilst darkstalking.\n\nHide (1d20+79)[ 95 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 53 ] \n\nHow much bigger than me is this thing. It matters for the Easy Escape Trick. (Large +4, Huge +8, Gargantuan +12, Colossal +16 to escape artist, not that it will probably matter with damage and to hit like what I saw OOC. I mean DAMN!\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "After the first five feet diagnol down Mr. Stabby bumps into a wall. Continuing his downward movement he passes into a sea of blades, but he manages to expertly dodge them, reflexively twitching out of the way based on the slight pressure fronts preceding each blade.\n \n Spoiler \n The above text presumes you make the reflex save. Oh yeah, make a reflex save.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Blimey!\" <- internal monologue\n\n \n Spoiler \nReflex save (1d20+22)[ 28 ] +5 if its a trap, Improved Evasion\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Mr. Stabby manages to successfully dodge the oncoming blades despite being unable to see them. He's just that talented.\n \n Spoiler \nNo damage because of evasion. You can't see anything else happening so its your turn again.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nContinuing to follow Three's advice, Mr. Stabby will search for an exit.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 3 ] Fast Healing 3\nSwim another 15ft. in the down/east direction, hiding and moving silently. If I run into a wall before my second move action I'll make a search check by touch.\n\nSearch (1d20+18)[ 22 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 84 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 57 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Leaving the blades, Mr. Stabby pokes blindly about in the dark. He begins to feel a slight tugging sensation pulling him downwards.\n \n Spoiler \n You need to make a second reflex save since you stopped a turn inside the blade barrier. You need to make a swim check (which I think you autopass with your swim speed?).\n\n \n Originally Posted by Paladin Latham \n Mr. Stabby \n\nContinuing to follow Three's advice, Mr. Stabby will search for an exit.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage [roll0] Fast Healing 3\nSwim another 15ft. in the down/east direction, hiding and moving silently. If I run into a wall before my second move action I'll make a search check by touch.\n\nSearch [roll1]\nHide [roll2]\nMove Silently [roll3]\n \n \n \n\nYou don't have natural cunning or anything of that ilk so I'm presuming by \"down and east\" you mean \"down and some direction that I have a good feeling about\" (you might have some means of direction sense that I missed, so I could be wrong). You're already up against the wall so you can't go any further towards it.\n\nHow much space does a search check cover?\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n Bother, bother, bother. It can never be easy... <- more internal monologue\n\n \n Spoiler \nReflex (1d20+22)[ 41 ] +5 if its a trap. I think a search check covers a 5ft. area.\n\nedit: Stabby would have at lease swam down away from the blades before checking.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "The searching is slow going but Mr. Stabby works his way along the wall. He encounters a couple of locations where small holes (1/2 inch across) in the wall jet water out into the main chamber at an incredible velocity. They are like little underwater geysers that never stop. As he goes further down the undertow continues to get stronger.\n \n Spoiler \n I presumed he would too, the issue was that he ended his turn in the blades so he was affected by them twice (once for each round). Not that it matters since you've got an obscene reflex with improved evasion.\n\nYou autopass all your swim checks since you can take 10 with a swim speed, and your swim check is high enough.\n\nIt takes a full round action to search a five foot cube. Can you describe the search pattern you are taking? The surface curves towards you in both directions, you appear to be in some sort cylinder or tube.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nRubbing his chin in deep thought (as a free action) Mr. Stabby thinks;\n Well there might be an exit below me, but my ratty-sense is telling me thats actually something bad. If only I was more tiny! Those jets would have made a smashing good exit point. Dash it all! I might as well get a feel for this place before I steep too long in the teapot. \n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 4 ] Fast Healing 3\nIf the layout is like what I'm imagining, the room looks like this so far:\n \|bad\|\n \\ /\n \\ s/ <- wierd, I didn't know the forums did that. Make a qoute to see it.\n \\ /\n ?\nIf the room is roughly cone-ish Mr. stabby will search in a spiral going down 20ft. to the right always hiding and moving silently at 5ft. speed, then down 5ft. and another 20ft. until he gets the feeling that the cylinder is closing to less than 20ft. (side to side). Unless something happens to make me roll otherwise here are the rolls for the next 5 rounds:\n(when the invisibility drops he will use a standard action to put it up again with the ring)\nHide (1d20+79)[ 94 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 92 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 89 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 80 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 90 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 70 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 64 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 57 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 70 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 67 ] \nSearch (1d20+18)[ 28 ] \nSearch (1d20+18)[ 36 ] \nSearch (1d20+18)[ 35 ] \nSearch (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \nSearch (1d20+18)[ 30 ] \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 2 ] \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 5 ] \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 6 ] \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 4 ] \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nEdit: Of couse if the wall doesn't feel roundish I might change my action.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Mr. Stabby begins his spiraling descent and the cylinder does not seem to be narrowing at all. The going is slow, as he thoroughly searches all the space he is crossing.\n\nAfter a brief period (time is hard to keep track of in this endless gloom), he feels a massive displacement of water from above." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n Uh oh... <- inside his head\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire Damage (1d6)[ 4 ] Fast Healing 3\nI knew I should have put lead lining on all my magic items. I'm willing to bet thats how it finds me. Theres nothing else for it, Mr. Stabby swims strait down 15ft.\n\nHide (1d20+79)[ 83 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 54 ] \n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"huh, whats this then?\" \n\nListen (1d20+14)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "You hear a loud screech of frustration above you. Immediately following this there is another surge of water, smaller than the first but still noticeable, pulling away from you towards the top of the tube. Roars and screeches of agony fill the inky gloom before it once again becomes quiet. The only sounds being the movement of the water. As you squirm downward along the wall you notice it begins to point inward.\n \n Spoiler \nI'm back on Eastern Time (GMT -5) now.\n\nThe last square of your 15 foot rush down is slanted inward, you'd guess at a 60 or 70 degree angle. The current continues to get stronger the further down you go.\n\nMake another listen check\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"An exit?\" \n\nListen (1d20+14)[ 31 ] " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "As you ponder these things you hear a voice distantly through the water. You're not certain whether its just extremely garbled by the water or simply in a language you cannot understand. The words are deep and carrying, reminiscent of the storm tossed sea." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nMind whisper -> \"Are you chaps still there? Still alive? No? Righto then.\" \n\nMr. Stabby's craven nature urges him to sit still and think. And since there is no better way to think than over a cup of tea, he puts away his crossbow, pulls out a teacup and his kettle, and proceeds to pour a cloud of tea that he blindly scoops with the teacup. In the middle of a firery, watery grave that will shortly boil him to death, Mr. Stabby can't help but feel that if he had more courage he would go investigate that noise..." }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "You hear a loud crunching and banging noise, like a hardwood tree being run through a wood chipper with fairly frequent cracks, akin to shattering stones. For a brief moment there are more fleshy noises, as if tough hard meat was being passed through a mulcher. There is a brief pause, it doesn't seem like too long, but time seems to be a funny thing here in the darkness, and once again the noise starts up for a brief stint. The water begins to smell and taste putrid, like something rotten and vile has been poured into it. Then partially through the water and partially through the metal wall you are up against you hear the sound of something pounding on metal, possibly even shearing it away." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Give it hell chaps. Whatever it is.\" \n\nsips nasty water/tea\n\nJust waiting." }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "For an instant you hear the sound of creaking metal before the roar of rushing water fills your ears. The current suddenly reverses and draws you upward.\n \n Spoiler \nmake a swim check! You can take 10 but you don't know if that's enough to pass the DC. Maybe, maybe not...\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Oh dear...\" \n\nMr. Stabby continues to Hide, Move Silently, Swim, and Drink Tea, All at once! He's that good!\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwim (1d20+20)[ 38 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 96 ] \nMove Silenty (1d20+50)[ 55 ] \nStandard Action = Drink Tea\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "The current jerks Mr. Stabby upward 15 feet before he manages to stabilize himself. The water continues to flow upward with tremendous force, and there is still the new sound of rushing water moving through a relatively small space.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMr. Stabby is quite a talented man...rat...undead...thing.\n\nMake another swim check.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n \"Well I suppose I should see whats happening. Its bound to happen soon anyway...\" \n \n Spoiler \nSwim (1d20+20)[ 26 ] \nHide (1d20+79)[ 94 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+50)[ 53 ] \nStandard Action = Put away tea kettle and cup\n\nMr. Stabby is trying to fight the current. Lets see what happens.\n " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "Once again for an instant you hear the sound of creaking metal before the roar of rushing water fills your ears. The current jerks sideways and you are sucked towards the nearest wall. Rather than smacking into unforgiving metal though you pass with the water through empty space. Or at least mostly empty. As you hurtle through the short passage, you smack into something relatively solid, perhaps made of shell, but not anchored to anything. After bouncing off that you land on waterlogged sand.\n\nAs you quickly gain your bearings and draw yourself out of the direct blast of inky water you find yourself in the open air on what appears to be a vast desert, the only thing interrupting the endless sea of sand is the large pillar of iron rising up out of the ground that you have just exited. A well of water explodes out of the side of the monolith, drenching the ground below you with inky black water. The scalding hot water is rapidly releasing a cloud steam into the light breeze.\n\nLooking at the sky you find another surprise. At least a third of the sky is filled with this world's moon. It is an enormous multicolored and striped thing, and you cannot see all of it below the desert horizon. The sun also is much larger, and you can feel it's intense heat, combined with the thin air beginning to dry you off, though not in a particularly cleansing fashion as the black stain of the ink still remains.\n\nAs you fade into the mists with your exceptional hiding skills you notice you are not alone. Two rust monsters are pulling themselves up and out of the stream of water as well. Hovering slightly, they both seem capable of magical flight. Above you, you see a planetar overseeing the two rust monsters. Hovering perhaps ten feet above you, you see a spellscale, normally human sized though this one is no bigger than you, swaddled in exotic silks. It too seems to be overseeing the two creatures.\n \n Spoiler \n The mists provide concealment so you can make a hide check using them (you don't have hide in plain sight). For orientating purposes, you are on the south side of the tower.\nMake a spot check and a survival check\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Mr. Stabby \n\nMr. Stabby emerges from the mist of the ink water with a kettle and tea cup in his hands. After pooring himself a cup and sipping from it he says\n \"Well, I imagine you chaps aren't the ones I entered this place with. How do you do? \n\ncontinues sipping tea*\n\nWill post again in thread #2" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "forgot the spot and survival checks:\n\nSpot (1d20+12)[ 28 ] \nSurvival (1d20+2)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Sxoa", "message": "You can start posting in Group 2's IC and OOC threads assuming they don't kill you. PM me anything private." } ]
[ { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "Post your races here." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Solons \n\n16 Packs, One strange pack (4 members).\n\n Brains : 4 - Not terribly intelligent individually, Solons are at least smart enough to cooperate\n Strength : 4 - Pack hunters, not individually dangerous\n Toughness : 7 - Solons, given food, will recover from nearly any injury.\n Agility : 5 - Agile enough..\n Grasping Appendages : 2 - Solons have rudimentary fingers on their forlegs which they use to drag corpses.\n Language : 2 - Solons vocal communication is extremely rudimentary\n Rudimentary Hivemind : 6 - Solon packs act as an individual of many parts at short distances, at long distances they use their vocals.\n Bacterial Reproduction : 6 - Solons themselves are actually extremely colonies of extremely specialized bacteria. As such, any surplus of food becomes new solons.\n\nSolons have no memories of their earlier ancestors. This is their history .\n\nOne day the first one started moving. It ate, budded, it was two. Now it is many. And the many are not all the same. It can be (6, number concepts still unknown), but more than that is too noisy, it becomes many again (cannot have a group of more than 6 at this point).\n\n Appearance : With roughly the body plan of a dog, Solons are pale grey, moist, and covered in black rigid patches. Their 'heads' are covered in round black beads, and they have small cilia growing in a frond on their necks and backs. Their front and back limbs are covered from about halfway down with the stiff material, though the front limbs have segmented 'fingers' arranged just above the base of the limb.\n\nTheir diet is anything easily digestable. Bugs, berries, fecal matter, animals, dead animals...\n\n The land :\nA big, swampy valley filled with unmoving muggy air, their environment is (by our standards)overwhelmingly hot, and terribly humid. Fire is an impossibility, and decay is everywhere. At one end of the valley is a river, which must run close to a volcanic vent, as it is warm already. Frequently, dead fish will be found floating in the river (the river is fed by an offshoot of a much larger river, everything here is evolved to the high sulphur content in the water).\n\nFood grows everywhere in the fertile soil. The squelchy, muddy, nearly impassible soil.\n\nEase of travel : 1\nFood and Water : 10\nNatural Resources : 3\nSafety : 6" }, { "author": "Khosan", "message": " The Skali \n\nYour average Skali is somewhere between four and five feet long from the end of their face to the tip of their tails, and has rough, dark, leathery skin that stretches over most of their body. Their most defining features are their long, ski-like feet (almost as long as their bodies) and the large flaps of skin located on top of their necks that they can raise and lower at will to act as a sail. In addition, they have two small limbs tucked behind their massive sails that they can use for more subtle manipulations of objects.\n\n Brains : 10 (While not the sharpest tools in the shed, they know how to use certain things to their advantage)\n Strength : 4 (Skali aren't strong; they depend on speed and ambush tactics to hunt for food)\n Toughness : 6 (Skali have a decent hide, however, their thin legs require great care)\n Agility : 8 (Skali are aerodynamic and can make good use of their legs and sail to move faster)\n Grasping Appendages : 4 (Skali use their large hind-feet for gripping and tearing)\n\n Language : 6 (They have a very simple method of expressing very simple things, involving use of their sails and their natural camouflage)\n Natural Camouflage : 7 (By controlling their bloodflow, Skali can slightly change their skin's colour)\n Sails : 6 (The focal point of most Skali's lives are their sails: they're used in mating rituals, hunting, scaring off predators, and to a lesser degree in their camouflage abilities and communication)\n Housing : 1\n\n The Jungles of the Skali \n\nThe Jungle that the Skali call home is dense when it comes to life. Plants and animals are everywhere, with many streams and rivers running through the trees to provide proper nourishment. On the down-side, plants and animals are everywhere, predators are common and many of the plants prove to be effective in slowing down movement.\n\n Ease of Travel : 4\n Food and Water : 7\n Natural Resources : 7\n Safety : 2\n\nUpgrades:\n \n Spoiler \n Turn 1 :\n \n Toughness +1 \n Language +3 \n Natural Camouflage +2 \n Pack Mentality +4 \n \n Turn 2 :\n \n Strength +1 \n Toughness +1 \n Brains +5 \n Language +1 \n Housing +1 \n \n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " Quil'Iarth'Na \n Abilities :\n\n Brains : 5 (The Quil'Iarth'Na, like most rodents, are quite intelligent, due to their meat-rich diet.)\n (Inventor Caste members have a Brains of 9.) \n Strength : 4 (The Quil'Iarth'Na rely more on pack hunting techniques than on sheer strength to catch their prey.)\n (Warrior Caste members have a Strength of 6.) \n Toughness : 4 (The Quil'Iarth'Na rely more on agility and their spines than on sheer toughness to keep them safe.)\n (Warrior Caste members have a Toughness of 6.) \n Agility : 5 (The Quil'Iarth'Na are small and fast, and often use their speed to escape predators.)\n (Scout Caste members have an Agility of 9.) \n Grasping Appendages : 3 (The Quil'Iarth'Na have four small, but nimble fingers on each of their paws, with small claws to easily rip apart a carcass.)\n Natural Weapon (Spines) : 7 (The Quil'Iarth'Na can flick their tail to release a small volley of hard spines at any prospective prey.)\n Natural Armour (Spines) : 7 (The Quil'Iarth'Na are covered with a dense mat of long spines, much like an echidna, which serve as an effective deterrant to predators)\n\n Technology :\n\n Language : 3 (The Quil'Iarth'Na are a generally social people, with a simple language consiting of small growls and whistles.)\n Tactics: Pack Hunting : 5 (The Quil'Iarth'Na have developed an efficient group hunting technique to make up for their personal weakness.)\n (Warrior Caste members have a Tactics: Pack Hunting of 8.) \n Nest Building : 3 (The Quil'Iarth'Na sleep in groups, and so they have become adept at digging small holes in the ground to keep them safe.)\n Tactics: Camouflage (Stealth) : 5 (The Quil'Iarth'Na roll around in fallen leaves, which stick to their spines, to gain a degree of camouflage.)\n (Scout Caste members have a Tactics:Camouflage (Stealth) of 8.) \n Tactics: Crippling Strikes : 5 (After Quil'Zar'Ha discovered the technique of aiming for the joints, suddenly all Quil'Iarth'Na are picking it up.)\n (Warrior Caste members have a Tactics: Crippling Strikes of 8.) \n (Scout Caste only tech.) Tactics: Sneak (Stealth) : 3 (After Quil'Zar'Ha created the Caste system, the Scout Caste learnt how to sneak up on prey more silently)\n (Inventor Caste only tech.) Tools: Stone Cutters : 3 (After Quil'Zar'Ha created the Caste system, the Inventor Caste learnt how to break rocks to form sharp knives.)\n (Inventor Caste only tech.) Skinning : 3 (After Quil'Zar'Ha created the Caste system, the Inventor Caste learnt how to skin wild beasts so as to wear their fur.)\n\n Inventor Caste (Current Leaders):\nNotables: Quil'Zar'Ha , Clan Leader.\n\n Scout Caste :\nNotables: Quil'Zar'Taj , Scoutmaster.\n\n Warrior Caste :\nNotables: None so far.\n\n\n The Quil'Har Forest \n As you enter the forest, the trees seem to loom over you, casting their magnificent shadows over you. Skittering noises come from the undergrowth, and ominous shadows sneak behind every bush. Before you know it, a volley of spines arcs from the undergrowth and into your back, like stabbing needles of white-hot metal. In a few seconds, you're Quil'Iarth'Na food. \n Ease of Travel : 2 (Quil'Iarth'Na lands are as inhospitable as the Quil'Iarth'Na themselves. But they are well adapted to suit their environment.)\n\n Food and Water : 7 (The Quil'Har Forest is rich and abundant in animal and plant life, perfect for the population growth of a small rodent population.)\n\n Natural Resources : 7 (The Quil'Har Forest abounds in useful woods, stones, metals, and useful plants. These advantages, althogh as of yet undiscovered by the Quil'Iarth'Na, will be very useful to them.)\n\n Safety : 4 (The lush environment attracts predators. However, the Quil'Iarth'Na hold to the policy of \"The bigger they are, the harder they fall\".)\n\n************************************************ *\n\nUpdate status: Updated as of turn three.\n\nStacking: All tactics tech half-stack.\nAll techs with the stealth tag stack." } ]
[ { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Spring comes slowly to the mountains at the southern border of Morkokha, and snow covers the peaks nearly year round. Business as usual has begun again over the last few months, caravans bringing supplies, the local guard unit drilling in the square, and as always sentries posted on the towers that flank the gate.\n\nYou all number among the wanderers and odd natives of throathold, independent and unique in stark contrast to the by-the-numbers guards. However, you are also employees of the crown, albiet in a more mercenary and temporary fashion. No one expects you to stand duty, and some wouldn't trust you to.\n\nWith the winter gales keeping everyone indoors, there has been little chance to earn coin, and even less to seek out adventure and fame among the ravines and caverns of the southern badlands that lie just past the gate. Instead, you've whiled away time with games or hobbies, collecting often in the main hall of the guardhouse for warmth and a familiar face.\n\n(Somewhat new to PbP dming, so I'm gonna give you all the option of having previously been around or be newcomers, for the latter not all of the above will apply. Just wanted to avoid starting in a tavern with some old man walking up to you, y'know?)" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": "Breathing in the fresh spring air, Tan welcomes the light breeze blowing in his face. The air carries the smell of fresh fruit coming from the merchant's wagons.\n\n A fine day this is , Tan thinks. He's spent the past weeks tending to the sick and wounded. Never in his life has Tan seen so many cases of frostbite, he was glad his father thaught him an efficient cure for this.\n\nAs Tan is reflecting his travels a loud bark breaks his concentration.\n\n Easy there girl, I guess you're hungry right? . A large black dog looks up at him expectantly. Allara has been traveling with him ever since he found her beaten and starved near a small village nearly a year ago.\n\n Alright, let's see if we can find something for you. \n\nTan walks over towards the merchants to see if they have some meat for sale." }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": "Daveak stands in the training yard of the guard house. He spends a lot of time here, honing the skills to keep himself alive in the wilderness. He alternates between taking practice shots with his bow and taking swings with his sword. He'll spar with a guard if any are so willing.\n\n A bit cold out here isn't it.. the guide business is rough when people don't want to go outside.. \n\nHe doesn't seem to really be talking to anyone, just sort of thinking out loud." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg walks out onto the guard house's training yard.\n\n It's good to get out of that stuffy room, even if it is cold out. At least the university had the kindness to give me a large room for my own. These fools don't realize how valuable space- \n\nEg, lost in thought, almost bumps into Daveak. With his hand hovering over his rapier's hilt, portlier Eg narrows his eyes and asks the taller man, \"Who are you?\" , using Infernal, as that language allows a person to ask such a simple question in one word." }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak lowers his sword as the other man enters the training yard, eyes darting quickly to the man's hand near his blade, one eyebrow raises at the strange sound the other man makes.\n Ah, hail good sir... I'm afraid I don't understand whatever language that is. I only speak Common myself. \n\nDaveak bows:\n\n I am called Daveak Pegason. I work as a guide for those in Throathold that need to go out into the wilderness. I don't think I've seen you around before. What brings you to the Keep? " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nStill in Infernal, \"You are a fool among fools!\" Then in Common, \"You give your information freely, Pegason. Those with the Wisdom, Intelligence, and malicious intent could rip you apart with such information. Guard your words with more care. Have you not heard of those whose words alone reshape the world around them. 'Truenamers,' I believe they call themselves.\" (Are they in this campaign? If not, strike those last two sentences.) \"One wrong word, and your life could be lost!\" \n\nAs he speak, Eg gestures randomly with one of his hands and starts circling around Daveak, stopping half-way around. Using the other hand, he draws his rapier, although he doesn't bring it up to attack.\n\n \"That said, I am Eg del Wonk. They called me here to help catalog some artifacts they found. I was out getting some fresh air and stretch my legs from that cramped room.\" Bringing his rapier up, \"Perhaps a match? Not to the death, of course, but a test of skill...\" (How are we going to do this? Non-lethal damage? \"Play-act\" it?)" }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nStill facing away from Eg, I hear and understand your warning, friend, but I have told you nothing that is not common knowledge in Throathold, any of the guards could have told you my name just as readily. In the wild, there are many things that will take one's life without a chance for a word. Trust that I know how quickly that can happen. Facing the other way, you cannot see the quick flash of pain across his face.\n\nTurning to face the other man, Daveak brings his longsword up into a two handed grip. A match would be welcome my knowledgeable friend. Striking straw targets is only so useful. \n\n((That's a good question... I think running it as normal but with non-lethal damage would probably be the most \"realistic\", but we'll have to see what Zincorium says.))" }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg responds, \"So you have seen deaths by the wild, deaths that take days, weeks, or months. I have seen social deaths, deaths that take weeks, months, or years. Neither is pretty, but which would you prefer, slow or fast? I'd take the quick one, but our match will begin or your answer...\" \n\n(While we wait on Zincorium, I hope I calculated this correctly....)\n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n You have my agreement there my new friend, a quick death is the better... cleaner... if only everyone was so lucky. \n\nDaveak touches his blade to his forehead, then drops back into a combat stance.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n Quick is better, indeed. I have seen too many slow social deaths to feel differently. This match should help me stretch these battle muscles that might help me live to see more. Shame killing would be a bad idea, but subduing an enemy is a talent worth practicing, Eg thinks, as his opponent begins their match." }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak flows towards Eg, taking a measured swing toward his armored chest, taking a measure of his reflexes rather than trying to maim. This is a friendly match after all.\n\n Longsword NonLethal - (1d20-1)[ 12 ] \n Nonlethal Damage TwoHanded - (1d8+3)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nDaveak's movement forward seemed almost reckless to Eg, as he aimed a shot at the approaching foe. ( \"Not quite hero material yet, I see.\" ) After the approacher's swing just barely missing, glassing Eg's amour, Eg takes another stab at his foe before darting past and moving out of range. A foe that was easy to catch was easy to kill, as the hunter should know...\n\nAoO:\n Attack - (1d20-3)[ -1 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n\nAttack:\n Attack - (1d20-3)[ 1 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n\n(Eg was supposed to be at 10 ft. at the battle's start. As courtesy, take an AoO yourself from Eg's movement. I'd like a shifting battlefield so we can attract the other PCs.)" }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDodging smoothly around both attacks, Daveak turned and takes a swipe as his sparring partner passes.\n This could get interesting... \n\nRisking Eg's blade again, Daveak smoothly closes once again with the other man and takes an upward swing when he gets close enough.\n\n AoO Attack - (1d20-1)[ 9 ] \n AoO Damage - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n Melee Attack - (1d20-1)[ 11 ] \n Melee Damage - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n\n((And attract them we shall!))" }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "(interjected just prior to Daveak's second action)\n\nTurning on his heel, Daveak makes a startling lunge towards the verbally jousting bard, longsword wavering as the flat of the blade forces it's way through the cold air. Although caught slightly off-guard, Wonk quickly ripostes the attack and shifts position to escape the onslaught of his stronger opponent's heavier blade. Although both are skilled, the caution of using deadly weapons to fend off instead of kill prevents any contact." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg deftly dodges Daveak's strikes ( \"Did mooks teach you to fight?\" ), and makes a quick jab with his rapier before taking off again, twirling along the way. His sense of dramatics was taking over...\n\n Attack - (1d20-3)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nAs Tan makes his way to the merchant stalls, his attention shifts to the duel that has broken out on the nearby training yard.\n\nHe stops and takes a moment to spectate.\n\n Look at this Allara, a clash of skills between these two warriors \n\nWhile he is watching the duel he can't help but compare the two to young bucks around a deer, fighting over social dominance in the group." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nNow, unless I'm mistaken about criticals...\n\n[roll=Attack (Crit.)]1d20-3[/roll]\n[roll=Damage (Crit.)]1d6+1[/roll]" }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": "Eg del Wonk\n\n(sigh, one more time...)\n\n \"Crit Attack\" - (1d20-3)[ 4 ] \n \"Crit Damage\" - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak shakes his head quickly to try to clear his vision after the close encounter of the blade kind.\n\nStill ignoring Eg's verbal jabs, Daveak takes yet another swing towards the other man's armor.\n\n Attack - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n\nNot taking his eyes off of Wonk, Good day Captain, just a friendly sparring match here. I am starting the think that blades might have been a bad choice though. " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Continuing to circle and jab at each other, Wonk finally manages to get in a blow of a sort, his rapier, whipping back and forth, striking Daveak across the eye. Although you can still see, the impact causes your vision to fuzz a bit and you immediately start tearing up.\n\nA voice calls out from the stables as the fight continues. \"HEY, you two, who the hell taught you both how to fight?! Either you're terrible at trying to kill one another or you haven't figured out that you're not supposed to practice with real blades.\"\n\nCaptain Drelan strides out of the stable yard with an exasperated look on his hands and carrying a hauk in each hand. He tosses them beside the fighting pair.\n\n\"Don't make Tan here work more than he has to.\"" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "A tall handsome human lounges against a nearby fence, watching the duel. He seems to be observing all his surroundings, clearly interested in the goings on of the keep.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 23 ] (Listen check)\n\nAfter having listened intently to the conversation between Eg and Daveak, as well as the interruption by captain Drelan, Risch Acamit watches the actual fight only partially, as he deems that the only good information to come from it is who is a better duelist, more easily determined by the aftermath instead of the proceedings." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nTan is slightly amused by the comment the captain of the guard makes and walks over toward him.\n\n \"Good day Captain, eh...\" Tan looks a bit unconfortable and makes a quick salute. He has never spent so much time around military men he has no idea how to react tot them.\n\n \"It is good to see these duelists are keeping their muscles warm during the aftermath of this harsh winter.\" \n\nJesting, he adds \"I guess not everone is as wise as they are\" , winking at the captain." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nGiving the captain a snarl, Eg responds, \"What good are light, wooden slabs for practice when we have heavy, metal blades to use?\" He speaks in Common, but he punctures his speech with a thick (read: nigh indecipherable) Infernal accent.\n\n(I'll assume that was your AoO, LightWraith, but Eg moved away again.)" }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\n((Oh, right, missed the twirling bit. Here's the rest of my action))\n\nDaveak sheathes his longsword before sliding his foot under one of the hauks and kicking it into the air. He catches it in one hand as he continues the running duel with Wonk.\n\nWhen he gets within range, he raises the hauk for a first strike. Instead of swinging, however, he instead lowers it to his side.\n\n \"I believe I have had enough practice for the time being. Thank you Eg del Wonk for the match. Perhaps we will have another chance someday. In any case we seem to have attracted an audience.\" \n\nBowing to Eg, Daveak returns his hauk to the nearest rack and goes to address the Captain.\n\n \"Any news of interest lately Captain?\" " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nSeeing the ranger coming towards Tan and the captain, Tan turns to face Daveak Pegason.\n\n \"A fine duel, but without a clear victory.\" , Tan turns back to the captain, saying \"I have a feeling these two are not finished yet.\"\n \n \"Now,\" , says Tan, \"Let me have a look at that wound there.\" \n\nWithout waiting for a response, Tan lightly graps Daveak's head with both hands and lowers it towards his.\n\n \"Hmmz, it does not look that bad, you will have a black eye for the next few days, but no permanent damage.\" Tan releases his grip and stands back.\n\n \"You're Pegason, the guide, correct?\" Tan does another clumsy salute. \"My name is Tan, pleased to meet you.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak tenses up slightly when Tan grabs his head, but relaxes when he sees that his intentions are noble.\n\nSmiling kindly, he says, \"Aye, well met Tan, I am Daveak Pegason. I do both guide and scout work for Throathold when asked, which is not often in the winter.\" Daveak bows, \"And I have seen you around, Tan. You work in the infirmary right? Much more useful work than my own, I must say.\" \n\nPegason takes a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure that his rapier wielding friend has in fact agreed to stop their duel." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Captain Drelan waits politely for the druid to finish his examination before stepping in to answer the ranger's question.\n\n\"A bit of, well, somewhat private business I'd like to talk to you all about- and yes, Risch, I'm talking to you as well. Naturally, I'd prefer to do so inside, but if you're still in the mood to beat each other, I'm willing to wait until you're finished. More or less it concerns an old friend of mine who passed away a few days ago, and the things he left unfinished. There's also a wizard I wrote to, but I'm not sure if he'll arrive in town before you leave. If he doesn't I'll send him along to meet you.\"\n\nThe captain turns and begins to walk away before remembering something and turning back to face Wonk.\n\n\"Heavy, metal blades as you put it tend to kill people. If you kill people, you'll face justice. So use the sticks, if you don't mind.\"" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "At the sound of his name Risch's eyes slide quickly away from a slight quarrel erupting between a half-elf and another human nearby and over to Drelan. One eyebrow goes up as he continues to explain the news. A few moments after the captain begins to leave, Risch follows nonchalantly." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n \"My work would have been light the past months if people would just remember to dress up warm.\" .\n\nTan turns to walk in step with the captain. \"Or cast some protective magic every once in a while\" , he adds to Allara." }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nFalling into makeshift formation behind Captain Drelan and Tan, Daveak says, \"I'll be of whatever help I can Captain.\" " }, { "author": "Edan", "message": "A near middle aged man walks into town, having received word that his presence was requested. However, he feels uncomfortable in the new hamlet, and lacks any idea of where to find his summoner.\n\n Dayll , mumbling under his breath, half annoyed.\n\n\" I know I was summoned to this hamlet, but I was never informed on where to go, this is rather annoying. \" he again mumbled under his breath \" I guess I will ask around, but it is so...mundane, I wish there was some sort of magical way to find this guardhouse, everything looks so similiar. Oh well, just another piece of knowledge to pursue later. \"" }, { "author": "Edan", "message": "Still working out dice roller, had to add role here.\n\n (1d20+0)[ 20 ] \n (1d20+0)[ 20 ] (gather information)" }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nAnnoyed by the duel's end, Eg sheaths his weapon. He'd been hoping for a clear victory.\n\nHowever, this was perhaps going to get even more interesting soon..." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Dayll- although initially perplexed at your questions (who doesn't know where the guardhouse is?) the townsfolk you talk to quickly ascertain that you are, indeed, not familiar to the area and direct you up the hill to the gates.\n\nThe rest-\n\nCaptain Drelan invites you all into the small office on the second floor of the keep. It's quite a bit warmer and the air gets stuffy rather quickly, but it's worth putting up with to get the chill out.\n\n\"I'll try to keep this short, but there's a bit to tell. I'll answer questions when I've said my piece, if you get bored the rest can fill you in later. Just got news that a mentor of mine back when I was a young scamp passed away in his sleep a few days ago. He was a loner, so it's not surprising that it took a while to check up on him. Can't help but get misty eyed when I talk of him, but I didn't bring you all here to tell sad tales.\"\n\nPulling out a small, crude wooden chest, the captain removes a sheaf of yellowed and tattered paper and begins spreading it out on the desk.\n\n\"One of the things he mentioned a time or two when he was in his cups was an old temple of some dwarven god, way out in the foothills beyond the gate. Treasure, mystical beasts, eternal life, all the parts of a good yarn by the fire, yeah? But he'd been there once before, and more than one of his companions got left behind when they fled.\n\n\"One of the things he left was a note attached to these papers, telling me to find some people to see if his memory was real or just a fantasy he'd concocted over the years. I'm willing to pay for expenses out of my own pocket for a bit of closure on this, find out what you can and get out of that place alive. I don't need bodies piling up over this. It's up to you each to decide whether you're in, but it'll be safer if the majority of you go.\"" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nTan listens intently to the request of the captain. The mention of dwarves sends a shiver down his spine, A chance to find out about my heritage? The long lost legacy of our race's division, any clue would help. \n \"Your mentor might have passed away in this land, but nature has absorbed his energy in all life. I hope this helps lessen the pain.\" Tan was never good at comforting others, though he felt he had to try.\n\n \"This proposition, it is of personal interest to me. The dwarves have always been a fascination of mine.\n\nI accept, with or without help from the others.\" \n\nTan steps back and waits for the others to respond." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " expenses paid.... Risch thinks to himself, smiling slightly.\n\n \"Sounds interesting. I could use something to do, not enough variation around here.\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n Knowledge is always valuable. \n \"You have intrigued me. I will help you.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n An ancient temple... maybe I'll find some answers about Jareak. It's worth the chance. \n\nDaveak bows to the Captain, \"You have my help as well. Closure is something that everyone deserves.\" \n\nTo the others, \"The foothills are dangerous though, especially with spring setting in. We must be well prepared.\" \n\nBack to the Captain, \"When would you have us leave?\" " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The captain smiles as the various people in the room all acquiesce. \"Whenever you feel you're ready, but sooner would be good. Talked to the local wise-woman, and she said the winter storms have passed. She's never been wrong so far. Which leaves mudslides and flash floods as the only environmental hazards, and both Tan and Daveak should be able to guide you out of the way of those.\"" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n \"Most of the more dangerous animals are in their final days of hibernation, meaning we should leave as soon as possible if we want to make our journey somewhat easier.\" \n\nTan is anxious to leave, he walks toward the door, turns toward the others and says \"I suggest we leave by dawn tomorrow. I'll be waiting in front of the guard house.\" \n\nWithout waiting for anyone to respond he walks out and shuts the door behind him.\n\n \"Come on Allara, let's get you that food I promised.\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch nods, cheerful\n\n \"Sounds like a good plan. I'm gonna go buy...supplies.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n \"Dawn it is, then. \n By your leave Captain, I will go prepare for the journey. \n Hmmm... have I ever seen any signs of this temple before? \n\n(( Knowledge Geography - (1d20+2)[ 10 ] To see if I might have seen some hint on my travels.. I figure an ancient dwarven temple had to leave some trace on the landscape.))\n\nAfter thinking for a moment, Daveak leaves the building to do whatever preparations that might be necessary." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n \"We shall meet again in the morning, Daveak,\" Eg tells him, before beginning to leave the room. However, he stops at the doorway. Like Daveak, he also wonders in there was any mention of such a temple in his studies.\n\n Knowledge Checks \n Arcana - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Arch. and Eng. - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n Bardic - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n Dungeoneering - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n Geography - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n History - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n Local - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n Nature - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n Nobility and Royalty - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n Planes - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Religion - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n\n(Yes, all of them, including Bardic Knowledge! Something might come up in the obscure knowledge checks...)" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch heads out to anybody he can find to scrounge out some information.\n\nGather Information check: (1d20+8)[ 25 ] " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nAfter insuring that all of his supplies are in order, Daveak will retire for the evening. Assuming nothing exciting occurs, he will awake in time to arrive in front of the guard house shortly before dawn." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nAssuming Eg has everything he needs, he will do the same." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nDitto on Tan, he might help in the infirmary some more, but is otherwise set." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Well, seeing that Risch isn't prepared for camping and the like, He heads out to buy...some supplies:\n\nBedroll, Hooded lantern, 5 pints of oil, tent, waterskin, and 1 week of trail rations. 5 candles, two map tubes, 2 empty flasks, a mug, signal whistle, 3 torches, and 2 empty sacks. (Total price 25gp, 2sp, 6cp, 52 lb. weight.)\n\nIf possible, I'd like to add on a mule and a week of feed. (only 8g, 35cp more)\n\n All this may come in handy, traveling through the countryside, Thinks Risch as he buys a small truckload of supplies." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "As the morning breaks, the sun shines down in full glory. But beneath the warmth and light, the cold and dark that winter has wrought still lurk behind every spot of cover.\n\nCaptain Drelan sees you off, providing every scrap of paper and any necessary supplies that will help keep the journey smoother.\n\n\"Now remember, stay alive, I don't care if you run all of the time, but make sure you get back to me with something that proves you were there. Now, there are some dwarven treasure's mentioned, and they're yours for the taking, but there's a certain 'orb of life' that the ol' man talked about, and I'd like to at least see it for myself if you can find it. Anyway, regardless of the outcome, I wish the best of luck to you.\"" }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nFalling into his comfortable role as guide, Daveak addresses the party, \"Well, if everyone is prepared, we should get on our way. Everyone keep your eyes open and call out if you notice anything out of the ordinary. As long as we stay wary, this should be an uneventful trip. At least until we reach the temple.\" \n\nUnlimbering his longbow, Daveak heads out in the general direction of the temple.\n\nAs is normal when he acts as a guide, he will try to stay roughly 10 feet ahead of the party, so that he can recognize any problems before they become critical." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg leads the others as Daveak stays in front. ( \"Take your lead. You know this place better than I do.\" ) He also recommends that the wagon stays in back. ( \"Anyone who doesn't surround us is likely at the front. Moving around the wagon would waste time.\" ) With that, he started after Daveak, muttering old stories under his breath, ready to let them roar.\n\n((I'm assuming the wizard isn't here with us. If he shows, I'll give his orders.))" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nEven though the sun is bright in the sky, there is still a cold wind blowing and Tan wraps his cloak a bit tighter around his body.\n\nAs he climbs on Allara he gives her a small pat on the head. \"Alright girl, we're going back to the wilds again, so be on your guard.\" \n\nTo his companions he adds \"Let us go, we have a long day ahead of us.\" \n\nTan will be riding in front of the wagon, near the back. Eyes peeled to the wilderness in case he spots something interesting." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch strides along, a passive expression on his face and a glazed look in his eyes, as if lost in thought, his hand on the mule carrying his rather large bags of supplies." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "(eh, let's on with it, edan can either join the party whenever by walking up to the camp, or just be a running joke. Pun not intended.)\n\nThe sunshine is bright by late morning when it finally climbs up over the eastern mountains, the light glinting off of wet rocks and snow to make vision painful at times, but the heat it brings vanishes whenever a cloud passes across it's surface or one of the scattered pine trees overhangs the suggestion of a trail that your path takes you along.\n\n(Just a question: where, precisely, did you guys get a wagon? What's pulling it? No one mentioned it before you guys left in the back of it, and wagons aren't well suited to mountains.)\n\nAt the evening of the first day, you've bedded down by the side of a large, but nameless lake approximately a third of the way along according to the map. The lake is cold, wide, and appears very, very deep.\n\nEveryone roll spot, listen, and survival twice." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n We've made good progress and nature has been suprisingly good natured to our presence, let us hope this does not change the coming days.\" \n Spot1 - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n Spot2 - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Listen1 - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Listen2 - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n Survival1 - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n Survival2 - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n \"Aye Tan, we have been lucky so far. Let us try to get some rest.\" \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Survival - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Survival - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n\n\n((I was wondering about the wagon myself, I know Risch picked up a mule, but there was no mention of a wagon...))" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "(Well, if survival is for food, I already have my own rations, so I'd eat them)\n\nSpot:\n (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n\nListen:\n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n\nSurvival:\n (1d20-1)[ 13 ] \n (1d20-1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\n((The wagon was an Ica. My bad! Replace wagon with mule...))\n\nSpot:\n (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n\nListen:\n (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n\nSurvival:\n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n\n((I presume we can make these untrained...))" }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Tan: Every once in a while, when the wind is still, you've heard rocks clatter and twigs snap in the distance and to a lesser degree once you decided to camp. Might be someone following you, but it's hard to be sure.\n\nDaveak: You don't sense anything, but boy, you sure would know what to do if something did come up.\n\nRisch: Small bits of shadows where they maybe aren't supposed to be, odd noises, but being a city boy you don't know whether that's just normal animal sounds, or what.\n\nWonk: You only heard a little bit of noise, but you recall a few tales of people being tracked down in the wilderness, and you're definite that it sounded almost exactly like that was supposed to have sounded. But you haven't heard it in a while, so maybe it stopped." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nLooking around the clearing of the camp, Tan felt something was not right, but he could not be sure.\n\n \"We're a ways from civilized land, I suggest we post a guard tonight, just in case. \n\nLooking at his surroundings, he adds, \"Allara and I will take the first watch.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak prepares his bedroll, then addresses the party, \"Agreed. I'll take the second watch. Be sure to call out if anything comes up Tan.\" \n\nHe settles down, but stays fully dressed and keeps his weapons in easy reach. Can't be too careful out in the wilderness." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nTan was pleased Daveak took up the second watch, the other two probably didn't know what to do in the wilderness.\n\n \"Good, that's settled then, Eg, Risch, you had better get some sleep, tomorrow we be a long day.\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Sounds good\" says Risch, setting up a small camp from his piles of supplies." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nSitting down, Eg recalls something. \"I've heard stories from the locals about people being tracked down in the wilderness. Have any of you heard things like this?\" Eg looks slightly nervous. \"Earlier, I think I heard something that sounded like what the was supposed to have sounded like. What of you? What have you heard today?\" \n\nWaiting for the others' response, Eg ponders over his vast knowledge and the tales he's heard.\n \n Spoiler \n((What all does Eg know?))\n\n Knowledge Checks \n Arcana - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Arch. and Eng. - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Bardic - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n Dungeoneering - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n Geography - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n History - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n Local - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n Nature - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Nobility and Royalty - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n Planes - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n Religion - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "As the sun sets and the night begins to grow bitterly cold, Allara begins snarling and pacing the ground, conflicted between an odd smell and her duty to guard.\n\nFrom the shadows emerge two figures, taller than humans but very slender. As they have muzzles and matted fur, gnolls would be a likely guess, but their fur is matted and clumped together with mud, needles, and other plant matter. Their eyes gleam yellow in the light from the campfire, and they stop at the edge of the light.\n\nBoth carry axes openly but held loosely, and if they're wearing clothing or armor it's not evident under the muck.\n\n(roll initiative, begin talking, or do whatever it is you do, Tan. The rest are sleeping at the moment, but wouldn't be hard to wake up.)" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nSeeing the gnolls approach Tan shouts out to his party. \"Wake up! We are under attack!\" \n\nHe starts chanting strange words, his hands drawing unknown patterns into the sky. With each stroke a dark green flash of light follows his hand. He grips his divine focus and points his hand towards a spot nearby the gnolls. Out of thin air, a wolf appears who attacks the enemies on sight.\n\n \"Allara, attack our enemies!\" , Tan shoutes as he readies his club against the uncoming beasts.\n\n(( OOC: Initiative - (1d20-1)[ 19 ] \n\nSpontaneous Casting: Summon Nature's Ally I (replaces Shillelagh), duration 1 round.\n\nUsing free action to command Allara to attack.\n\nKnowledge check to identify the creatures properly.\n\n[ROLLV]=Knowledge Nature]1d20+8[/ROLLV] ))" }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": "((OOC:\n\nStrike 2:\n\n Knowledge Nature - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n\n))" }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak snaps awake at Tan's call, then rolls out of his bedroll and grabs his longsword in both hands.\n\nHe yells to the others, To arms! We're under attack! \n\nDaveak moves towards the first creature, trying to identify it as he gets close enough to attack.\n\n(( Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n Knowledge Nature - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nOn my turn, I'll move to the nearest creature and attack.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n Damage Two Handed - (1d8+3)[ 10 ] ))" }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg also awakens, displeased with the events. He draws his weapon and begins... telling a story? \"Perhaps I shall tell you the story of...\" \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n Knowledge Checks \n \n Spoiler \n Arcana - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n Arch. and Eng. - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Bardic - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n Dungeoneering - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n Geography - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n History - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n Local - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n Nature - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Nobility and Royalty - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n Planes - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Religion - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nBeginning Bardic Music (+1 vs Charm and Fear; +1 on Attack and Damage)" }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Tan begins waving his arms and bringing in the blessing of the earth as his faithful hound lunges towards the scent that was bugging her. She snaps at the nearest one, which brings up his axe to defend and waves off his companion, who begins running at a breakneck pace away from the camp.\n\nThe rest of you wake up to an odd cacophony of sounds." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nSeeing the other gnoll run away, Tan is afraid it'll get reinforcements.\n\nHe orders Allara to attack the fleeing gnoll and moves towards the other gnoll himself. Striking him with his club.\n\nThe summoned wolf attacks the remaining gnoll as well.\n\n attack roll - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n damage roll - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The surreal sound of a story being told somehow stands out clearly against the sounds of combat. It's oddly comforting.\n\nBolstered by the sound, Tan's club swings true, knocking the gnoll solidly in the chest, and the summoned wolf latches onto an ankle brings the gnoll to the ground before dissappearing into the mists from whence it came. Swinging it's axe from the ground, the gnoll attempts to retaliate against Tan but comes up short.\n\nDaveak's longsword whizzes over the gnoll's head as it drops roughly to the ground.\n\n\n\nThe fleeing gnoll continues running, Allara breaking off from combat to go after her new target. She's a bit faster but unable to get in position to really attack. They're both out in the darkness beyond the range of anyone's vision." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch bolts out of his tent at the yell, and seeing the combat, whips out his hand crossbow." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nFeeling the rush of battle through his veins, Tan raises his club to pummel the gnoll once more.\n\n Attack roll - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n Damage roll - (1d4+1)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg continues his tale." }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak moves towards the fallen creature, raising his longsword for a fierce slash.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch walks calmly up to the prone gnoll and fires his hand crossbow into its face.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThat'd be a sneak attack, +1d6. There is a -4 for ranged weapons vs. a prone target, but what happens if you are just standing over them and shoot down?\n " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Battered by his opponents from all sides, the gnoll on the ground finally slumps back and his eyes roll up in his head.\n\nRisch puts a bolt through his forehead, ending it with finality (coup-de-grace).\n\n\nA few seconds later, as those of you fighting catch your breath, and Eg finally gets around to telling you the end of the incredibly short story, Allara comes limping into the firelight, an arrow through her side and blood on her muzzle." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nSeeing Allara limping into view, Tan drops his club and shield and runs over to her. \"Allara! Oh girl, you look terrible. We have to get this arrow out. It will hurt, but don't worry, it'll be over soon. \n\nTan grabs a stick from the ground and puts it in Allara's mouth, he then checks the wound. After concluding it safe to remove, he pulls the arrow out.\n\nImmediately he channels his energies and lays his hands on Allara's side. A green glow surrounds the wound as it slowly closes.\n\n \"There there, rest now.\" \n\n((\n\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n\nOut of 1st lvl spells btw. ))" }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg finishes his tale and spends a moment calming himself.\n\n Those creatures... \n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge Checks \n Arcana - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Arch. and Eng. - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n Bardic - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n Dungeoneering - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n Geography - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n History - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n Local - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n Nature - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Nobility and Royalty - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n Planes - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Religion - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n \"Everyone alright? We need to be more careful, that could have ended badly.\" \n\n\nDaveak returns his sword to it's sheath, then straps his swordbelt back on. \"Go ahead and get some sleep Tan, I'll take over watch for the rest of the night.\" \n\nPicking up his bow, he walks a quick patrol around the campsite then returns to the center. Taking a seat, on the grass, he calmly looks at the direction the gnolls came from. He mutters under his breath, \"That was very odd wasn't it...\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch's eyes seem to glaze over as he walks back to his tent, lost in thought." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Although the watches seem to drag on forever, the threat of imminent attack from the darkness all around keeping the watchmen on edge, dawn eventually breaks.\n\nThe body of the gnoll has grown stiff, it's blood coagulated, and the smell is a bit rank once the sun touches it." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nTan wakes up and pushes Allara to the side. He yawns and tries to get his head clear.\n\nWhen he sees the body of the gnoll the memories come flooding back, immediately he gets up.\n\nHe gets out his waterskin and a ceramic bowl, upon muttering a few words, both objects fill with water. He places the bowl near his bed for Allara.\n\nDrinking from the waterskin, he walks over to the gnoll's corpse and checks it." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The gnoll's corpse is in pretty bad shape from the battle, but you can tell with a quick glance that it was a male, a bit taller and somewhat skinnier than a human, and it has several pouches hidden under a jerkin that was ripped and frayed and then covered with mud, leaves, and twigs much like the gnoll's fur.\n\nThe pouches contain an assortment of both basic supplies (jerky, fishing hooks, sharpening stones) and trinkets that my be either religious or sentimental value, including three worn copper and a silver piece with a hole through the top and a loop of rough thread.\n\nA ways to the side, the gnoll's axe is in surprisingly good condition compared to the rest of it's gear and is of obviously better quality. There is a line of inscribed script, and although you can't read it, you note an obvious relationship between the style of writing and gnomish, especially older volumes of gnomish." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nInspecting the axe, Tan notices the resemblance between the writing and the gnomish language. Though he can't make out the inscription. Could it be dwarven?\n\nHe gets up and wakes Eg.\n\n \"Eg, wake up.\" Tan gives him a light kick with his boot. \"This inscription, it looks like gnomish but I can't read it. Can you help decipher it?\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n \"I can speak with elementals, creatures of pure Good, and creatures of pure Evil all in their native tongue. I don't speak this tongue, but I think it's gnoll.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak stands and stretches, loosening muscles that cramped during the long watch.\n\nSeeing the other party members examining the axe, he walks over \"Find anything of note? If not, we should probably break camp and be on our way, we still have some distance left to cover.\" \n\nWith that, Pegason gathers his supplies and breaks fast while he waits for the others." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Hearing the comments about the writing on the axe, Risch turns back and bends down over the inscription." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "(Because this has been sitting dead for a few days, and that appears to be because everyone is waiting. Without telling me they're waiting. So gonna move on.)\n\nThe memory of the battle of the previous night lingering in everyone's minds, the band journeys onwards into the hills.\n\nIn contrast to the bright sunlight and bright predictions of the locals, the sky grows dark and cloudy over the course of the second day, and eventually a cold rain begins to fall in long, tumbling sheets. Off in the distance you can see breaks in the clouds, but around you it continues to be damp and frigid. While unlike the first day there are no signs of being trailed, a sense of foreboding hangs heavy over the second and third day.\n\nAt long last, however, you come to the approximate spot on the map where the temple was said to be. The gorge before you is narrow, but deep, and stretches a good distance in both directions from where you stand. For the most part, the walls of the gorge are sheer rock faces, but there's a narrow switchback trail in front of you that leads down to the bottom.\n\n(any actions you want to make in the midst of this, go ahead and post them. Shouldn't require too much ret-conning)" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Well, here we are.\" Risch says, clearly happy to be finished with long distance travel for the time being. \"Let's head down, shall we? " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nSeeing their trail mark the end of their journey, at least to the temple, Tan agrees with Risch. \"Indeed, but I suggest utmost care. We don't know what to expect.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nLooking down at the switchback, Daveak warns his companions, \"Watch your step, the footing on trails such as these can be dangerous, and falling wouldn't be the most pleasant way down.\" \n\nWith that, he will take his own advice, slowly picking his way down the trail, bow at the ready." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The steps lead downward, forming a slick and treacherous path that forces you to move more slowly than you're accustomed to.\n\nAt the bottom a layer of water about a foot deep sluggishly flows southward and based on the mass of sticks and rotting leaves that's collected at the end it appears to drain off through some unseen means.\n\nIt's source is a massive stone archway set into a carved rock wall on the northern end of the gorge, and there are remnants of stairs to either side of where the stream has worn away the rock. The archway itself is about thirteen feet (four meters or so) tall, and despite it's decrepitude is clearly visible as an artificial creation. An unpleasant but hard to define smell permeates the air, and it gets stronger the closer to the archway you get. No light is visible inside." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nEg follows the Ranger slowly down the canyon.\n\n The entrance is at the bottom of a canyon. Surprise, surprise... " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nUsed to the natural terrain, Tan quickly makes his way down. Allara has a harder time as she shifts and slides down the trail.\n\nWhen she gets down, Tan pats her on the head. \"Good girl.\" \n\nHe looks up at the archway and takes a deep breath, Is this it? \n\nHe turns around to look if the rest of the party has made its way down. \"Shall we?\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak looks into the dark archway, then reaches into his pack. He pulls out and lights a torch, hoping the flickering light will provide enough light in the tomb-like darkness.\n\nTaking his longsword in hand, he says \"Aye, I'm ready.\" With that, he begins walking towards the entrance.\n\n((Sword in my primary hand, torch in my offhand.. obviously ;) ))" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Risch turns and looks into the archway, then follows behind Daveak, keeping his eyes peeled for danger\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n Listen: [roll1d20+3[/roll] crap. Rerolling listen in OOC thread.\n " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "As you walk inside, the torchlight throws a flickering orange illumination over what is probably a foyer of sorts. The walls and ceiling are clearly worked stone, but are old and have a layer of lichen coating them. The floor is slimy and covered by ankle deep (knee deep or so in tan's case) water, which is almost still once past the entrance.\n\nApproximately twenty feet in, the way is barred by a twisted mass of rust, an iron gate that has been reduced to ruin by the passage of time and moisture. There is no discernable lock and the hinges no longer serve their intended function.\n\nAll is quiet except for your own splashing footsteps." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk\n\n\"Are we going to stand here all day or are we planning to find a way in!?\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "After a...long...pause, looking around the room, Risch walks over to the remains of the gate and looks beyond it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf wanted:\nspot: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak holds up his torch and looks through the gate.\n\nIf it seems clear, he will attempt to push/pull the gate open, then take a few cautious steps through the entrance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The tunnel curves upwards and to the left beyond the gate, and there looks to be more of a current in the water there.\n\nThe gate itself is stuck fast, but you imagine that it could be bashed open with an appropriate bludgeoning object." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Well...I suppose we should try to get through this.\" \n\nRisch begins to search through the room for an appropriate makeshift battering ram.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlthough I doubt a big log will be hidden, have a Search check: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nUnder his breath, Eg comments in Infernal, \"Anyone got a big log?\" " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tattle \n\nSeeing how his party members are busy opening the gate, Tan sits down in a meditative stance.\n\n \"To open a lock, you must first find the key.\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nReturning to Common, \"Or smash the thing.\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nAnnoyed with his companions' slow progress, Eg charges at the gate.\n\n STR Check - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Lunging shoulder first at the obstacle, the party bard collides with the rusted remains of the gate, but it yet holds.\n\nOther than a loud clatter and bits and pieces that have fallen to the ground, the gate is unmoved." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nPicking himself up again, Eg takes a few steps back and tries to charge the gate again.\n\n STR Check - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\n\nSeeing the gate showing an abnormal amount of resistance, Daveak says, \"Let me give it a try.\" \n\nStanding in front of the rusty barrier, Pegason gives it a swift kick in the center, hoping to dislodge it from it's mounts.\n\n Strength - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n\nTan sighs, gets up and dusts himself off.\n\n \"Let me handle it. Allara, I'll need your help girl.\" \n\nTan works in tandem with Allara to bring the door down.\n\n Tan's Strength check - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n Allara's Strength check - (1d20+2)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "As the majority of the party puts their back into bending the gate out of the way, Allara perks up her ears at her master's call for assistance and calmly reaches out a paw to scratch at the bottom of the gate, giving it that last little push it needed.\n\nThe entire assembly crashes to the stone floor with a tremendous clatter, and the three who were pushing come down painfully on top of it, getting quite wet.\n\nBeyond, the stairway beckons mockingly." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Let's see what mysteries these ruins hold...\" \n\nRisch says cheerfully as he turns to stride up the staircase.\n\n \"And see if said mysteries are worth anything...\" he mutters under his breath as he walks, grinning." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n \n Spoiler \nIf the Rogue tries to move past us while we're trying to get up, Eg grabs the bottom of the Rogue's leg and trips him.\n \n\nEg picks himself up off the ground and shakes and wrings some of the water out of his clothes.\n\nTo their Rogue, Eg menaces in an Infernal accent, \"You could have assisted us!\" " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "After getting up and possibly wringing out your clothes, the other three presumably follow Risch along the passage.\n\nAt the top is a fairly large room, with battered stone blocks on the floor in evenly spaced rows, about 2' high, with a wide walkway in between. At the far end of the room, a similar block centered on the pathway is flanked by two statues.\n\nThe statues themselves are about 6' tall but are incredibly oddly proportioned, with one bulky and wide, the other spindly with very long arms. Both have short legs. The surfaces are worn smooth, to where you can't make out features, and water appears to flow from the skin of the statues in thousands of small rivulets, but no source of the water can be seen.\n\nOn the center block, there appear to be broken fixtures of some shiny metal, the exact color is hard to make out in the torchlight, but it shows no signs of rust or tarnish despite being attached firmly to the block.\n\nThere appears to be another passageway sloping downwards past the statues." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nThe statues, oddly proportioned, catch Eg's eye-and suspicion. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tries to think of what they might be.\n\n((see knowledge rolls in OOC))" }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": "Approaching the statues warily, Risch examines them without touching them, and then turns to look over the metal on the block." }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n \"I would advice caution. I think I heard something.\" Tan looks over to Allara, who's grown more silent than usual. \"Also, I don't like how Allara is acting. I don't think we're alone.\" \n\nTan removes his shield from his back and grabs his club. \"Risch, Eg, try to get as much from this place as you can. Dakeak, check out that passage over there, but don't stray too far.\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Yeah, I heard it as well,\" Risch comments, pulling out his crossbow as he inspects the room. \"May be more of those creatures from before.\" " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n \"The gnolls? Could be, they did have a dwarven weapon. Maybe there is another entrance to this temple.\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"Or they were already here. Could be exploring the ruins on their own.\" " }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "Risch- the surface of the stone statues, up close, appears to be exuding the water out of many small pores.\n\nThe metal on the central block is composed of several thin strips of whatever kind of metal it is, it appears they've been bent outwards from the original position. Possibly to remove something from inside.\n\nThe passageway on the far side is filled with fairly deep water even with the floor of the room you're in." }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"It looks like this metal may have been some kind of cage or container of some kind...it's been broken into. Perhaps containing some dwarven artifact which the gnolls ransacked.\" " }, { "author": "LightWraith", "message": " Daveak Pegason \n\nDaveak nods to Tan, then moves towards the passageway. When he gets to the edge, he does his best to gauge how deep the water is. If it is shallow enough to walk without losing mobility, he'll drop in, keeping the torch and his sword above water.\n\nIf it is too deep, he will relay that information to the others." }, { "author": "Zincorium", "message": "The water is about waist deep, and contains a lot of detritus that you're not sure you want to identify for sure.\n\nIt would be a problem for the gnome, but Allara should be able to swim with him on her back.\n\nAll along the corridor are 5' by 5' chambers cut out of solid rock, and around 40 or so feet from the end it seems to expand out and you can just see a dim green glow from an unknown source." }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk\n\n\"Everyone, keep an eye on those statues.\" " }, { "author": "BooNL", "message": " Tan \n \"So, how do we proceed. Do you want to examine these statues some more? Or head further into the ruins?\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n \"I don't trust those statues. If we proceed, we should do so with caution.\" " }, { "author": "Icewalker", "message": " \"That sounds like a good idea. If we can figure out why they are here or what they are, maybe we could determine whether they are a danger. The water appears to be pouring out of the statues through tiny holes...the water source is probably inside, I'm guessing.\" " }, { "author": "NoDot", "message": " Eg del Wonk \n\nWith much regret and dread, the bard continues onward." } ]
[ { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "The vastness of space has always been a subject of deep interest in the human race, spurring them to greatness and technological insights that otherwise might not have been developed. But the inky void above chunk of space rock designated HB-O343, a former mining installation to drill into the core of the asteroid to delicately extract the various valuable minerals from it, instead shimmering specks of bluish light approached the mining installation. A feeling of doom had fallen over the colonies as well as the Terran people with the onset of the Others, beings who couldn't be understood and did one thing for sure...kill people.\n\nSince the time of the Moon attack incident, other strikes had occured and it had finally been enough to force two sides away from mutual hatred to try and parley a peace between the two. Reputedly the two sides were to meet at the well defended Brahms dreadnaught where the dignitaries would be at their safest, or at least as safe as one could get from the Others. It was simply a ploy, hoping to draw unfriendly eyes away from the heavily shielded HB-O343 asteroid were the true negotiations were to be held. A small hand picked force, an mish-mash of both sides, had been chosen to defend both the interior and the exterior while the dignitaries were inside. Surface (interior and exterior) troops had already been deployed while the mecha troops chosen for this specific mission had arrived with the cargo freighters carrying their chosen ambassadors. Admiral H. Frasier had been the first of the two to arrive and the terran forces (and mecha) had a little more time to entrench themselves in before their 'enemies' arrived. How they had entrenched themselves was yet to be seen. Secretary Weischz from another of the lunar colonies had arrived in a more...flamboyent manner, arriving in one of his own freighters, the Merrygold , instead of a civilian one but the extra precautions on board seemed worth it. Any mecha communication or radar systems brought too close still went fuzzy or offline when they got too close to the freighter.\n\nA bright white light shone down brightly on the docking bay doors, currently shut, which were wide enough to allow even the largest sized mechas to be able to squeeze through. Set into a raised mound of stone and machinery the poundings of the mining equipment below the ground made HB-O343 shudder under foot as if trying to shuck off unwanted visitors and the sense of fear and paranoia in the air hardly helped matters. No one knew how the enemy got it's information so it had been a shot in the dark to try misdirecting these mysterious creatures away from a vital meeting.\n\nAll of mechanized troops were stationed by these doors where the freighters were docked and the communication lines were staticy that close but as long as they remained 10 meters away then everything was clear enough to be able to hold an actual conversation.\n\n OOC: Go ahead and introduce yourselves and communicate with each other. " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\nFawke's artificial hand danced across his Phoenix's controls, tweaking various minutiae of his control scheme in order to compensate for the gravitational force exerted by the defunct mining colony. At the same time, immense amounts of data feed directly into his optic nerves from his mecha's AI, displaying the on-board computer's progress as it calibrates itself for any potential combat that might ensue.\n\nWhen using weapons which delivered shots at the speed of light, one's calculations had to be as accurate as possible. Especially if these Others were to show up. Fawke had had a run-in with the Others before, though really it could only be described as a \"run-away.\" Fawke was skeptical if even the combined firepower of the forces stationed on guard duty would be sufficient to repel an attack by the Others, but at the same time, the last time he'd encountered them, he had been outnumbered and alone.\n\nFinished for the time being with his manual calibrations, Fawke checks to make sure his outgoing comm. link is disabled. He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms above his head.\n\n I don't like the way this smells, Phoenix. Those Terrans could very easily have set this up as a trap. I mean, look around. Terrans have taken all the best points of defense and holed themselves up, while we're stuck hiding behind handfuls of rocks.\n\nReally, I just don't like the idea of us teaming up with those scum period. \n\nHis mecha's AI was named Phoenix, after the machine's design name. A soothing, soft female voice flows into the cockpit as it replies.\n\n Unfortunately, Fawke, we aren't being paid to do the thinking. Someone in the leadership of the colonies decided that this was the best decision. Our job is to make sure nothing goes wrong while the best course of action is carried out. \n You're probably right, but I couldn't give a rat's ass. I don't like this situation at all. We'd best keep an eye out. \n That's what we're being paid to do, Fawke. \n ...you know what I meant. \n\nFawke double-checks the readings as Phoenix finishes the system re-calibration, tapping his real index finger nervously.\n\n Hey, Phoenix? \n Yes, Fawke? \n Would you mind rechecking the calibration on everything? I have a bad feeling about this. \n Certainly, Fawke. " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Lt. Alex Gunter \n\nLt. Gunter reclined back in his cockpit's seat, one leg propped up against the controls. The cockpit was too tight to ever be comfortable, Which was probably intentional , Alex thought. Still, the awkward pose was the best he had found for this particular cockpit design. Besides, it was a couple steps above sleeping in wet ditches. Alex twisted his arm around his obstructing leg, and punched the \"enter\" command into the mecha's computer console. A slight modification of his mecha's comm system, And blatantly against regulations , Alex mused to himself smiling. Acoustic guitar played over his headset.\n\nAlex cast a glance over to the rest of the Terran forces, and their guns trained on the docking door. He cocked his head to the side to see the targeting screen past his obstructing foot. He nudged the gatling laser a little to the left, to give it better alignment. That done, Alex leaned back again and closed his eyes, nodding his head to the beat.\n\nComm static blasted at his eardrums. Alex tried to sit up in a hurry, but painfully overextended his leg. Cursing to himself, he swung his leg down and shut off the program. Switching his comm back to it's intended purpose, he spoke over the mike,\n\n\"Command, this is Lt. Gunter. What's the status on the freighter?\"" }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan Tanner \n\nMorgans legs propped out infront of her, though only because of the design of the cockpit. In the simplest of terms it was like an armchair with a glass dome over it, and it was assuredly the most comfortable mecha in the Earth Fleet. Currently, that dome was obscured halfway up with rock as the whole mecha lay prone on the ground many meters away from the entrance. Well, mostly prone if its chest wasn't poking up at a thirty degree angle at the cockpit.\n\nDespite the awkward position of the mecha sticking out, it was actually rather hard to make out, even unnoticeable. The stealth kit seemed like a waste of influence in the office of military acquisition for someone often on the backlines, but it had it's usefulness in this type of situation.\n\nThe pilot, a well-built female, stared intensely at the monitors feeding her video information from the camera point on the shoulder on the machine.\n\n\"Nothings happening yet, you're just straining your eyes like that.\" chirps a rather natural, sweet sounding female voice.\n\n \"Yah, yah. My mother said the same stuff...\" , replied a duplicate voice in a gruff manner. Morgan leans into the screen, hoping to spy some sort of hidden object near the door.\n\n\"That's not good for back. You should sit strait, or else you'll develop a hunch.\"\n\nMorgan mumbles under her breath, \"I shouldn't have gotten standard. I should have gotten the one that said 'XXX' on it, that would have been more fun than this...\" \n\n\"Cannot Understand Command.\"\n\nMorgan glares at her monitors, about ready to strike out at her own mecha. \"Here's a few simple ones....\" \n\n-----\n\nAfter a minute of this, she calms down and takes another look at her monitor in surprise. A mecha had appeared, and it didn't register as one of Earths. How long had she been swearing out her AI? Feeling a bit excited, she opened communication with the colonist's mecha, desperate for something other than a computer.\n\n \"Hey there! What's up? Looks like we're sharing guard duty for this, huh? I'm Morgan Tanner, nice to meet the rest of you. Any of you play sports?\" All of this comes out very close together, almost nearly a single line of sound without pause, but enough to be coherent if one was careful to piece it apart." }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke \n\nMorgan's transmission comes in with a burst of static which causes Fawke to jump. Yeow! Phoenix, see if you can filter out some of that static or boost the speech wavelengths or something, and turn the volume down.\n\n...\n\nThank you. Could you play that transmission back again? \n\nFawke listens to Morgan's rapid burst of words and shakes his head. He mentally establishes comm contact with her, and sighs.\n\n Sunshine, if I shot like you talk, I'd overheat the reactor on this thing, and that's not even supposed to be possible. The only sport I've played is the one where I fly circles around those things you Terrans call mechas and shoot their arms and legs off one by one. Sadly, my bosses have decided that I can't play for a little while.\n\nIf you've got something important to say, my callsign is Phoenix, not \"you guys.\" Until then. \n\nFawke closes down the comm link and massages his temples. These are the forces that have been giving us so much trouble? \n Easy, Fawke... we came here to prevent a fight, not start one. " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n\nAlex leans over his controls, staring at the code for his music feed program. Can't find what I did wrong with it. Shows what I get for tampering with mil programing. Some of those safeties do serve a purpose after all. The screen changed abruptly to alert him of two short range comm bursts, one from Morgan's unit.\n\n Hey, you picking something I'm not Morgan? Knew I should've requisitioned a better sensor package when I was back earthside.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n\nThe mecha is an UEDF model, but its position is around where one would expect colonial forces, given the division between the two sides. Kneeling on the ground, the massive seems to have given up on the idea of finding a hiding spot.\n\n \"It's useless, anyway. They'll find us if they want to... Terran or not. But then, it's useless to worry, isn't it?\" \n\nThere is no answer. There couldn't be; the man is not in an AI-equipped mecha.\n\n \"Do you think the Volte Foundation will be present at the negotiations? ...No, I guess not. They're not really involved in politics, I don't think.\" \n\nThe man sits in silence for a moment.\n\n \"We've talked enough. Resuming mission. Maintaining radio silence...\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Colonial Comm Channel \n \n Spoiler \n crackle\n\nAttention, the negotiations are about to commence. All mechanized units are to maintain formation. In the event of an attack by the hostiles, defend the front entrance way until the ambassadors have made their escape. Once this has occurred make your way to the coordinates being fed into your units and rejoin the 31st Mechanized Division at Mars. We've also been notified that the jump gate that got us here has been activated by a remote source, so keep your eyes spaceward for potential contact. Keep an eye out for suspicious activity from the UEDF as well, treachery is their stock and trade.\n\ncrackle \n\nAs promised, a string of code was fed into the nav computers of the Colonial forces, pin-pointing the location of both the jump gate and that of the exit point.\n \n\n UEDF Comm \n \n Spoiler \n Lt. Gunter, the freighter is fine, if something occurs then you will be notified of the relevant details like every other soldier. New orders have just been sent in from Command, the mine field placed is to be deactived until their use is required and all infantry are to pull into the base to await further orders. Upon enemy sightings fire first and we'll sort out the details later. Earth United. \n \n\n\nActivity took started to take place as the various terran ground forces began to shuffle about on the gravity-less moon, moving towards the smaller entrances to the mining facility, doors not meant to allow for large machines to pass through.\n\nAs if to signal the start of the negotiations, the outside lights dimmed and turn off to leave the remaining troops and mechanized armor with only their own sources of illumination. Without fanfare the static that had been impeding communications was abruptly shut off, being too large of a beacon apparently to allow to be left on. Colonial militia, armed with rail guns and plasma pistols, began to move farther and farther afield from the entrance way in a growing ring." }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke \n Roger, command.\n\nPhoenix, I want firing trajectories continually updated for the three nearest Terran mecha. I see this ending very badly. \n\nFawke glances to the right and left, double-checking his gatling laser and laser rifle attached to his mecha's arms.\n\n I want those thrusters hot, too. We need to be ready to blow the hell out of here at a moment's notice. I know our orders are to guard the entrance, but I can do that better when I have the freedom to move. Plus, I'm here because they asked me to be. What're they gonna do? \n Fawke... \n Just do it, please. " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n Roger that, holding here until further orders. Have fun in there with the Colonials, I don't envy you there.\" \n\nAlex leaned forward in his chair, sighing as he looked over the pages of programming script.\n\n Hmm, simple solutions then... open channel \"gunterfreeradio\", frequency... oh I don't care, something we don't use... execute \"music_appriciation_initiative\" using that frequency... and done. \n\nAlex leaned back again into a familiar pose, staring into the roof of the cockpit." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n \"Understood. Continuing mission.\" \n\nSeto switches off his comm line and sighs.\n\n \"Separate formations, separate orders, separate commands, separate positions, separate communications... shared mistrust. This battle, these Others... won't end this war.\n\nThey could, though. Nothing unites people like a common enemy.\n\nAnd? We're still at each other's throats. Can you feel the tension in the air? I don't like this...\" " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke \n\nAlmost in reply to Seto's soliloquy, Fawke lets out a grunt and sits up. Phoenix, open up a comm-link to the UEDF forces. \n Fawke, whatever it is you're going to say, I don't think-- \n DO IT! \n\nAs the comm link opens, Fawke stretches his arms.\n\n You know, Terrans... I wouldn't be surprised if you all were responsible for these Others in the first place. You knew you were on the verge of being defeated by our forces, and so you found these Others to give you a convenient excuse to extend the hand of peace and negotiate a truce. You Terrans are all the same. You disgust me. " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n\nThe colonial transmission comming over his music caught Alex completely by suprise. Snorting hard, he leans over to switch off the music program so he can better hear the rest. While listening in his biggest difficulty is stiffling back laughter so he could hear the rest of this guy's speech. It was very hard. Grinning wide, Alex switches his comm to that same frequency.\n\n \"Aww, that's too bad, 'cause we love you guys. Alex chuckles for a moment before continuing. Honestly though, you serious ? Now come on and keep your eyes skyward instead of telling us funny stories. Meanwhile we'll be in here making sure you boys' envoys are safe 'n' sound. We clear?\" \n\nShaking his head Alex switches back to the UEDF channel,\n\n \"Can you believe this guy? Heh, lets just hope they stay out there lest their crazy infect us all.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "From both of the the comm. channels, a startlingly loud burst of static blares. You hear a soft scrabbling noise, then a loud thump, then a terrified voice whispering, interrupted by frequent, hitching breaths. The voice is disjointed, haunted, somehow, and you get the feeling that whoever is on the other end of the line is no longer wholly sane. Some part of them has been blasted away, and you get a disturbingly strong image of them, sitting alone under flickering lights, watching as the darkness slowly encroaches...\n\n \"They're coming... many, one, all the same, none alike.... eyes in the darkness... beyond the walls of space.... they come. It comes. God above forgive us for whatever we have done....\" \n\nThe voice breaks off for a moment, and you hear a burst of laughter, a high, giggling pitch despite the rather deep, masculine tone of the voice on the other end of the line. The laughter seems muffled, somehow, whether the unknown speaker is stifling himself, or the source is something else, you cannot tell.\n\n \"No time... no time at all... God, why do the eyes stare like that. Why don't they blink, dammit?.... I... I... no.. no... I can hear them.... No time. No time at all.\" \n\nAfter that, you hear nothing for a moment, then you can barely make out a quick, muttered prayer, garbled and half-muffled. Then the discharge of a standard-issue laser pistol. A soft, wet thump. Silence.\n\nSuddenly, sensors begin to pick up... well.. something. Or somethings. There's no good way to describe it. Visual readouts show outlines in the stars. Vague shapes, too chaotic to be anything man-made. For some reason, you find yourselves grateful that all they are is outlines. You have a feeling that if you were to see whatever it is that's out there all that once, you'd regret it. As it is, the outlines are hideously suggestive, and what they suggest is... wrong. Trying to look at them is like trying to wrap your brain around a concept that human minds simply aren't built to understand. And the sensor readouts are just as bad. Every type of detection method from infrared to magnetic imaging simply fails, or goes haywire. Nothing is permanent. Everything is shifting... And slowly, as you look around, you realize that the shadows in the hanger are lengthening. They seem almost... hungry. The circles of light shrink, slowly being drawn into the shadow. And the parts that are already in shadow seem to develop a darkness that is not merely an absence of light, but its antithesis, a terrible, hungry shadow within shadows." }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan Tanner \n\nMorgan turned off her out-going comm with a sigh. The colonist hated them, for good reasons, and now wasn't really the time to discuss it. She keeps her mech camouflaged on the ground before picking up something on her sensors, not to mention listening to the unsettling voice.\n\nShe opens her comm up again on a channel to all the mecha on the base, as well as the UEDF command. \"Target is out six-four-eight meters and closing. I can't get a velocity in on that with my sensors, it's too.. funky. Alex, get ready to open fire and start a barrage strait up at those things, anyone else is free to join in at the same time.\" \n\nWith flare, her mecha jumps up from it's hiding spot, the stealth kit de-activating to show off a very bright pink mecha. It sticks out quite well against the surfaces pale brown and spaces deep black. Not to look completely out of place, the large plasma cannon on the left side, functioning as an entire arm, raises up, doubling the height of the machine.\n\nHeld preternaturally still, a wide arc of plasma ejects without sound or concussion in the environment at the oncoming enemies.\n\n[OOC: +17 to hit, but at an extra range increment, that's +15.\nFor those who work in feet, that's 1620ft.\n\n Attack - (1d20+15)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (12d6)[ 43 ] ; That be' Plasma damage.\n\n[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke \n\nFawke's eyes widened as the familiar signal pinged on Phoenix's sensors.\n\n Phoenix, open a comm link to all colonial forces!\n\nAttention Colonial Militia. We have Others incoming. Targeting systems don't like them, so I hope you have experience aiming without assistance. We're going to have to coordinate attacks in order to fend these off... Divide and conquer won't work here. And make sure you don't get \"accidentally\" splashed by any Terrans. They'll be using this as an excuse to fire on us, so keep your eyes peeled.\n\nOver and out. " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n\nA quiet voice can be heard over a general comm line:\n\n \"Reconfirming mission: joint venture between Colonial and Terran forces. Objective: defend mining station HB-O343 from nemesis, codename: 'Others'.\n\n...Target lock is negative. Manual targeting and melee combat is advised.\" \n\nSeto's jet-black mecha stands up from its 'hiding' position, a bright blue blade of energy flaring to life on its right arm. The faceless head seems to stare at the Others, apparently waiting for orders... or for them to make the first move.\n\n(( some music to set the scene. Specifically, everything after 2:00.))" }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n\nAlex cuts off the dying soldier's transmission, shuddering briefly. Well **. He shifts his mecha from a crouched position and sets it running towards the docking bay doors.\n\nOver the comm he replies back, \"Roger that Morgan, I've got your back. Moving to your location. What are we looking at here?\" \n\nRelaying the message along the UEDF channel, \"Command, we have report of hostiles outside the outer perimeter. Possible ID of Others. Currently I'm moving to support outer defense elements. Command, please advise.\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "The blast of plasma acted as a light in the darkness, exposing the nearby ground of the asteroid as it arced up towards those undefined shapes in the starry 'sky above. Some of the ground troops had retreated from their positions, moving closer to you for that instinctual sense of security that was so lacking in the present situation. Others...had not been quite so lucky. Moving pools of darkness about the size of single passenger hover cars had moved across the barren surface before to envelop those unlucky few who had failed to notice the silent and lethal attack. One by one the lights from the helmets of those who hadn't retreated winked out after giving final glimpses of thrashing limps and sucker-filled mouths latching hold as inky flesh washes over them. Here and there the bright flashes of railguns briefly were seen but they were few and far between.\n\nMorgan's shot briefly had the same effect, highlighting a hideous mass of eyes and rubbery slimy flesh that invoked a stomach churning feeling in all who caught a glimpse of it before the shot exploded against the target. A second or two passed as she waited with baited breath to see if it had been effective before the creature above responded to the attack against it, a crackling lance of energy that made a cutting arc from 10 meters in front of the bright pink mecha to 10 meters behind her. The blast cracked asteroid stone beneath it and passed within inches of the mech, setting off warning alarms from the close proximity of the attack.\n\nA hissing crackle breaks over the comm system. Short bursts of static, then a thump... faint cursing. Finally, a voice breaks over the speaker. To your surprise, given the circumstances, the voice -male, relatively young, though it's somewhat difficult to discern- is quite calm. Almost eerily so. Yet there is something present in his voice -or perhaps, something absent- that chills you to the quick.\n\n \"All sensors are dead. No visual, no auditory. Only comms. Don't know why. But I can hear them.... on the outside of the hull. Scraping, looking for a way in. Everyone else in my squad is dead.... Oh God but I pray they're dead. Please let them be dead. The way Fairchild screamed at the end... not sure about him....\"\n\n\"The... the scraping on the outside just stopped.... but it.. they... aren't... isn't gone.. maybe it's looking for another way in. Maybe it found one. Either way, I found my service pistol... I dropped it... but I have it now. Thank God for that. Tell my parents I love them. I'm activating my self-destruct... And then., I've got my pistol. Just to be sure, you see. Squad leader O'Hara, out.\" \n\nAt that moment, the feed cuts out... and another one replaces it immediately. There are no words. And at first, there's nothing. Just dead air. Or perhaps something else... a sound that seems to eclipse sound. An Anti-noise. A silence so powerful that it swallows sound.\n\nAnd then, a low, static hiss. Fairly constant, but with curious... irregularities that seem almost.. organic. Like a pulse. But nothing that any scientist, Terran or Colonist has ever documented ever had a pulse like that. And mixed in with it are other undertones... less identifiable, and you can't even be sure that you're hearing them... it seems like something that bypasses the crude flesh of the ear altogether, something that reaches down into the most primal layers of your brain and evokes raw, animal terror. Images flash through your mind -eyes in the dark. The soft breath of the preadtor as it draws near the place where you hide, cowering, impotent. And it knows. And you know it knows... and slowly, those eyes turn to look at you...\n\nAnd you realize... the comm signal isn't coming from any recognizable channel. It's coming from what should be -what was, moments ago- empty space.\n\nAlmost as one your eyes are drawn to sensory equipment as it begins to bleat loudly. While the shapes above still didn't register, smaller ones had appeared out on the rock itself. Those of you who moved closer found yourself in the circle of light provided from the docking bay doors as numerous shapes appeared (9). Red lights flared out in the darkness and remained lighted as the shambling forms approached closer and closer to the remaining defenders. Several quick scans revealed the movement to be...mechanized armor units. Older models that were battle scarred and limped across the ground towards the light like creeper vines towards a rain forest canopy. None of them were as large as Phoenix, but each of them were had the general color scheme (If different colors) of Terran forces. A sickly yellow fluid leaked out from between the joints and out from underneath the plates of armor, the only other sharp color besides the red of the main viewing sensor...\n\n \"Close that hole quickly before something comes in through it! Hurry up with those plasma torches, seal any entrance to the rest of the facility! All forces, come in...enemy forces have infiltrated into the complex, we've lost contact with most of the outer units and with the hanger. Both the Secretary and the Admiral have been attacked but...their alive but we don't know what happened to them, we don't have any medical diagnostic equipment here to examine them.\"\n\nClaws screeching against metal and shrieks of terror, the muffled thuds of combat and a piercing screech that makes your ears hurt.\n\n\"What the hell was that thing?! Close the damn door! Get Samuels out of the way before that thing takes off with the rest of his body and try to staunch the bleeding! Damn it all, wheres the rest of the infantry!? Mechanized units, keep the outside of the hanger clear of enemy forces and see why we can't contact the hanger. I think we can hold them off for the time being but we need to get the hell out of here!\" \n\nA panicked but steady voice of someone used to command, Fawke recognized the voice of Sergeant Coll from the Colonial defense forces, had come over the disturbing presence on the comms. While it had grown more frantic towards the end it had been the only one that hadn't terminated with the voice's owners death and it was offering much needed guidance to the troops outside.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPhoekun, your link unfortunately didn't work.\n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n \"Hello? This is Lieutenant Gunter of the UEDF. If whoever was just on can hear me, please respond and identify yourself. The docking bay is clear right now. There are hostiles outside, but they have not yet entered the docking bay. If you can make your way over here, we can keep you safe until evac. I repeat, this is Lieutenant Gunter, UEDF. The docking bay is safe.\" \n\nSwitching back to UEDF channels, Alex tries again to get through.\n\n \"Command, this is Lt. Gunter. I'm getting reports of hostiles both outside and within the mines. Please advise. Captain, are you there?\" " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke \n\nFawke sat in stony silence as the soldiers were killed; unable to do anything and well aware of it.\n\n Phoenix. \n Yes, Fawke? \n If this is it... I mean, if we go down here... I just... You... \n I know, Fawke. Now let's get to business. \n Let's.\n\nSergeant Coll, this is Fawke Cordix. I'm currently topside. Most of the ground forces have been eliminated; reporting nine hostiles suitable for engagement; likely infested Terran units. It appears they can corrupt our mecha, Sergeant. You stay alive down there; I'll lay the doormat out here. Do you anticipate a possible dust-off? \n\nThe Phoenix's thrusters roar to life from their idling status as it launches into space. The gatling laser on Phoenix's left arm begins spinning faster and faster as the electric snap of cybernetic activity streaks across Fawke's brain. Instantly picking out the area of greatest effect, Fawke squeezes the trigger to the gatling gun, unleashing a shower of laser fire on as many of the corrupted mechas as possible.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nAutofire Attack Roll (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nDamage (8d6)[ 28 ] \nDC 15 Reflex Save for half.\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n \"New target confirmed: corrupted Terran mechas. Target lock acquired. Commencing mission according to new parameters.\" \n\nWithout further hesitation, the jet-black mecha takes several steps forward as it brings its left arm - and the plasma cannon attached to it - to bear on the shambling, scarred troops before it. In another moment, a great burst of blue energy flies toward the advancing enemy; an explosive punctuation to Seto's mechanical sentences.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nAttack - Tsunami 280 Plasma Cannon - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] (targeting nearest corrupted mecha)\nDamage - (12d6)[ 47 ] \n\n...Sorry this took so long. let's try that song again... \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan Tanner \n \"Mother...\" she starts out her string of explicatives as the arc of energy circles around her, just barely missing. She types out two commands on her console quickly, shutting off the sound of the alarms.\n\nMorgan quickly turns off her comm as soon as the pathetic voice of whomever sounded in her ears. Tough luck for them... she thinks as she starts up her own equally against regulations heavy metal rock music. She didn't want to attract the incoming force anymore than necessary to her, and the hanger needed protection from those oozing mecha. She started moving towards the hanger, firing twice at the infested terran-suits on her way.\n\n \"Hey Alex! Get off your comm and start shooting those mecha around the hanger.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing 1 Action point for Heroic Surge, giving me an extra attack action after moving towards the hanger\n\n Attack - (1d20+17)[ 18 ] \n Damage - (12d6)[ 36 ] \n Attack - (1d20+17)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (12d6)[ 39 ] \n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "Mercifully the comm seems to go silent with the return communication between the good Sgt. Coll and the defenders on the outside of the installation.\n\n Copy that Fawke, retain distance if you can. Last thing we need is to try leaving and finding our own defenders trying to shot us out of space. If we try and leave at the moment, I'm pretty sure something is going to ripe us a new hole, but if I see the chance then we're making a break for the hanger. Will keep you advised. \n\nUnfortunately, Gunter's words seem to fall on empty ears for his requests for orders go unanswered. Despite the lack of communication he still remembers something from the last UEDF command. The mines! \n\nBut then the battle was joined with savage intensity. While the ominous blots up in space seemed content to merely hover ominously above their opponents, the infested units did no such thing. Almost as one they pulled forth their weapons, the L38a Defensor Halberd igniting a bright white energy blade and rushed towards the defensive line that had been established and right into the oncoming fire. The Phoenix's fire plowed into their disorganized ranks, forcing at least four of them to stagger and slow to a halt with the yellow pus leaking from the minor wounds that they had sustained from the blasts. But when the bright blue bolt of energy erupted from Seto's cannon, it left a...larger mark in his preferred target, one of the ones stopped by the hail of fire from the larger Phoenix. Jarring it's footing and digging a deep blast hole in it's shoulder joint as the mechanized armor unit shuddered as if in pain.\n\nSome quick relief came in the form of the pink mecha's fire as it swiftly approached the circle of light, completely bowling over it's target in much the same manner of Seto's blast with electrical arcs surrounding the damaged area of it's thrusters as it flailed desperately and righted itself.\n\nDespite how...awkward the units seemed, they proved deadly enough as two closed with Seto and Fawke's each. Swinging wild blows that either missed entirely, or in the case of one from Fawke's foes, failed to penetrate the superior armor and alloys of the mecha. There was a great deal of force behind the blow, but the smaller mecha had barely even marred the surface of the Phoenix.\n\n \n Spoiler \n For future reference, all the infested suits shall be referred to as 1-9. For general sake of mind, gonna assume you were all aiming at different targets, cept Karsh who was just shooting at a square.. So...\n\n1:-13\n2:-45\n3:-13\n4:-13\n5:\n6:\n7:-45\n8:\n9:\n\nAnd all compiled with three misses from the infested units and one that didn't do enough damage to actually hurt.\n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n Mines! Of course. Alex slaps himself in the forehead. Getting on the comm he replies,\n\n \"Negative Morgan, I've got a better idea.\" \n\nAlex looked down at the console and cracked his knuckles before setting to work. Why the hell did we turn those off in the first place? Time to fix that mistake. \n \n Spoiler \nIf computer use is needed to activate the mines:\n Computer Use - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nDemolitions if it's useful (I don't know, timing or something)\n Demolitions - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n \n\n And that should do it, now lets see some fireworks. " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n Copy that. I've engaged the hostiles and-- Can't talk, Sarge, gotta deal with this buddy of mine.\n\nAny damage, Phoenix? \n None, Fawke. \n\nFawke slams the thrusters into reverse, the engines roaring to life as he streaks backwards away from the enemy mechs, squeezing the trigger to his Typhoon laser cannon and sending an arc of crackling energy at the mech which had hit Phoenix.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving 60m away from the mechs, auto-success on tumble check vs. DC 15 to avoid AOOs. About 10 m away, Fawke fires with his Fly-By Attack ability.\n\nAttack roll (1d20+12)[ 16 ] \nDamage roll (10d6)[ 31 ] \n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n\nNo more messages come from Seto's comm line as his mecha wheels around and slashes at one of the infested units with the blade on its right arm.\n\nWithin the cockpit, the pilot's deathly serious expression breaks into a wry smile...\n\n \n Spoiler \nMelee attack against one Mecha in range, targeting the most damaged unit (if any):\n\nAttack: H42A Excalibur - (1d20+18)[ 37 ] \nDamage: (8d6+13)[ 44 ] \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan Tanner \n \"That idea of yours had better involve blowing something up,\" Morgan barks back at Alex. If he wasn't going to do anything useful, her next request would be to serve as cover from any stray shots.\n\nFirst things first before converting personnel to shields, she continues to target the oozing mecha. Her Armors thruster boots flare to life, propelling her off of the surface and quickly above their heads, aiming well between them before discharging a large cone of plasma at the mechanical monstrosities from the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove action to 60 feet above the mecha (at 150ft a move, this should not be difficult), to cover as much ground with the 60ft cone as possible. Reflex save is 19 for half damage. She'll try to get as many of the mecha as possible without hitting any of her comrades.\n\n Damage - (12d6)[ 45 ] \n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": "((if I bump this thread, will the game start back up? I hope so...))" }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "A blast of light came from the mecha known as Phoenix as it skirted back away from the 'infested' units assaulting them, firing off a quick blast to deter the one that had hit him from following after. The quickly squeezed off blast of energy proved ill-aimed and swept past the menacing unit to no effect. Seto's assault proved more worthwhile as he whirled and slashed at one of the more heavily damaged units, cutting across the torso where the cockpit is usually located on older models.\n\nYellow pus spurted from the gap in the armor, and the man had a brief glimpse of what looked to be the dessicated body of man, safely squirreled away in a large cancerous looking tumor with purple tendrils attached to his temples, pulsing before the yellow ooze swept over the opening and obscured his sight. Crackles of blue electricity swarmed over the unit, sparks being thrown off into the void as the Armor staggered and stalled...\n\nGunter typed swiftly into the console, trying to gain access to the mines and using his technical savvy to try and work past firewalls meant to keep all but higher command from accessing them. Just when it seemed it'd almost let him in though a bright red warning message flashed across his screen and then something that was quick to anger.\n \nAccess Denied. \n\nRather swiftly, the pink mecha flew upwards above the asteroids surface and turned it's cannon facing down towards the tightly clustered grouping of foes. Waiting longer, to let the energy levels peak, she let loose a cone of burning plasma that engulfed all of the corrupted units, none of which seemed to try and get out of the way as normal pilots would. Instead they seemed more prone to...splitting up. Two of them leaped into the air after Morgan, swinging heavy blows with their energy axes that bucked the pilot around but proved unsuccessful in piercing the newer armor it had. Another two charged the so far immobile Gunter, who was slow to react against on of their attacks and was slashed across the right arm but otherwise unharmed. As if accepting the challenge Phoenix had presented, the smaller mecha charged after it's chosen foe, thrusters flaring out to propel it forward and add heavy momentum to a powerful downward cut that was easy to avoid, even for a big unit like Phoenix.\n\nLikewise, another charged towards Seto to clash blades with his Excalibur, a soundless crash of energy as the two collided before it pushed the energy sword out of the way to weakly hammer at the torso. The last, the one Seto had slashed seemed unable to move for the moment, shuddering violently as if having a seizure and looking as if it'd fall apart at any moment. In the starry 'sky' above, one of the dark forms seemed to withdraw in on itself, condensing down smaller and smaller until it appeared almost solid, like a massive black pearl. What happened next was more then a little startling, it almost seemed to emit...a pulse of a noise. Hollow and wordless that hammered in on all who heard it, threatening to crack into your mind and feast upon what it would find inside of it...\n\n \n Spoiler \n2 stalls, 5 & 6 charge Morgan (Both hit but do no damage), 1 persues Phoenix (And misses), 8-9 attack Gunter (9 hits to no effect), 4 attacks Seto (Hits to no effect)\n\nAll of ye need to make a DC 20 will save. If you fail it then horrible memories and images overwhelm your character during the round imparting a -4 morale penalty on rolls.\n\n1:-43\n2:-104\n3:-43\n4:-43\n5:-30\n6:-30\n7:-75\n8:-30\n9:-30\n " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\nThat... that noise ... Fawke's hands shot up to the sides of his head, grabbing fist-fulls of hair while squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could. Completely ineffective, of course; he could still \"see\" the entire cockpit, and his eyes weren't real to begin with. But his mind's eye was what he wanted to close.\n\n There were... his parents. And blood... so much blood. It began filling up his escape pod; nowhere to escape. He reached for a shard of metal which had blown into the escape pod and rammed it into his eyes, trying to scour the image from his mind; to erase the sight of the approaching blood. But again, it did him no good... he was \"special\"... he could see without eyes. It was up to his shoulders and rapidly rising. Nowhere to go... nowhere to escape... \n\nFawke's eyes snapped open and he opened the throttle on his thrusters, drifting back 10 meters before shooting 50 meters straight up. His finger squeezed the trigger to his gatling gun, firing indiscriminately at the mech which had attacked him. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhh!!!! \n Fawke, FAWKE! Calm down! Fawke!!! \n \n Spoiler \nAutofire targeting Mech 1. (1d20+8)[ 14 ] vs. AC 10\n (8d6-2)[ 28 ] DC 15 Reflex for half.\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n\nSpace fills Seto's vision. If only it were just space. Scattered parts of destroyed mecha floated around, surrounded by thousands of droplets of blood. He could see each one clearly, despite their size. And somehow, he knew that he had known the men inside each of those ruined mecha. And then, a new vision: a child being dragged screaming from a young woman in her late teens; a woman who looked startlingly like Seto. She stared into the child's eyes for a moment before turning away and allowing several soldiers to escort the boy away.\n\nSeto twitches under the noise, bringing his hands to his ears in a fruitless attempt to block that... noise . He opens his mouth to cry out, but no sound comes out. Instead, the noise suddenly stops, and he can hear a woman's gentle voice in his head:\n\n \"...Seto? That's what they're calling you now, isn't it? It's ok, Seto. You don't have to be afraid.\" \n \"Where? Who... who are you?\" \n\nThe voice laughed. It was a gentle laugh, one that reminded him of a time he couldn't remember, a time before he was a pilot.\n\n \"I'm your guardian, Seto. Your Guardian Angel. So don't worry. Nothing will hurt you, as long as you don't stop fighting...\" \n\nWith a flourish, Seto feints with his sword arm, whipping the plasma blade through the air as he takes a step back in his mecha and raises its left arm to level his cannon at both targets.\n\n \"Destruction of target unconfirmed. Switching to wide-aperture mode.\" \n\nAnd with that, both of the assaulting mecha are engulfed in a blast of blue energy...\n\n \n Spoiler \nTsunami 280 Plasma Cannon, burst setting. 20 foot radius blast dealing:\n\n (12d6)[ 46 ] plasma damage; Reflex DC 19 for half on both targets.\n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Will Save - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nDoing this before my post so I can use the result.\n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n Access Denied... \n \"No, no, no... damnit... Who the hell set up this system. I'm a Lieutenant and I STILL can't access this crap! I hate military hierarchy sometimes.\" \n\nAlex rocked in his seat as the infested mecha's weapon impacts his mecha's arm. He backpedals quickly, evading the reach of the second. Out of time, can't try that again. Well here's hoping that military hierarchy pulls through for us. Alex flicks on his comm.\n\n \"If any UEDF Command can hear me, activate the minefield at first opportunity. Alert...\" \n\nAlex's voice trails off as he feels a cool breeze cross his bare face. He shivered as his entire body felt drained of heat. His ears ringed, and he though he could hear, something off in the distance, but it felt muffled. Mud caked his hair, and it seemed an odd time for it to occur to him that he should be wearing his helmet. Above him, a shadow silhouette blocked out the pale sky. \"Keep with me soldier! Eyes on me! Up here, on me! **, we're losing him. You there! Give me that box.\" Alex's eyes rolled over to the side to see another man carrying a metal case. The corpsman drew a long thin object, tested it, then jabbed it into Alex's arm. Alex began convulsing...\n\nThe sky was dark and filled with stars. The terrain was rocky. No breeze penetrated his insulated cockpit. What the hell was that? His eyes veered to the two mecha before him, moving in for the kill. Not going to happen you two. He flip his halberd into both of his mecha's hands, then set it's point facing the nearest one. Bracing himself, he lunged point first at his enemy...\n\n \"Lieutenant, can you believe it?\" Eric shook his head, smiling. \"They're giving me a special assignment too, heading out next week. Letting me pick my team, too.\" Alex looked at Eric for a moment, then nodded. Eric sighed, then shook his head again, \"Thanks little brother, but no. I'm done. Been done for a year now, just had to wait for my tour to be up. By next week I'll be home taking care of mom. Best of luck, Alex. Look us up when you're tired of being a hero...\"\n\nAlex paused mid lunge, mouth agape. Get out of my head! Spinning, he brought the halberd into an arc aimed at the nearest infested mecha.\n\n \n Spoiler \n [Roll=Defensor Halberd Attack (Including -4)]1d20+6[/roll]\n Physical Damage - (4d10+12)[ 34 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " \n Spoiler \n I guess the attack roll text doesn't like parenthesis. Here's another try. Still including the -4 for failed will save.\n Defensor Halberd Attack - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan \n\nFor a split second, Morgans mind stood still as it reached into the deeper portions of her mind where all her inner fear resided. Sure, she's more than capable of keeping these zombie things at bay, but what about all of the creatures above her head? How could she get out of this alive? Would it even be possible? She was going to end up a corpse on a flying mudball; She could see herself on the ground now, her face contorted within her mecha just like on Saturn.\n\nThe events replay in her head, but her voice sounds inside her mecha as her reflexes take over and start flying further upwards and firing directly at the two zombies.\n\n \"We did it sir; All of the colonist have been defeated! We sure put that riot down real quick. Think it calls for a celebration?\" she says, cheery in spirit yet monotone as she merely recalls it. The image of her commander plays in her mind, the face growing angry suddenly as she feels her whole body shake as if her mecha had just hit the floor.\n\n \"You stupid girl.... Celebrate once you clean up.\" , she hears echo without sympathy. Another face appears in her mind; The jaw hangs open, a small bit of saliva pouring out in morbid fashion. The remaining eye remains opening, looking on in horror as the other half of it's head has disappeared, removed clearly by the traced burn of a plasma gun.\n\n \"No... I didn't... Couldn't.. I know I did, but... I don't know him. He's the enemy, that makes it right, doesn't it? I... didn't want to.. I shouldn't have...\" \n\n\"Your talking to yourself Morgan. Do you want me to automatically radio for medical assistance?\"\n\n \"I'm a horrible murderer, aren't I?\" \n\n\"I cannot render accurate judgment of character Morgan.\"\n\n \"You think so though, don't you?\" \n\n\"I do not think.\"\n\n \"No, you don't....\" \n \n Spoiler \nMoving upwards 150 feet, using fly-by attack and Heroic Surge (second and final time today, 1 action point) to shoot twice, once at each.\n\n[roll=Attack]1d20+17-4[/roll]\n Damage - (12d6)[ 38 ] \n\n[roll=Attack]1d20+17-4[/roll]\n Damage - (12d6)[ 52 ] \n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+13)[ 14 ] \n Attack - (1d20+13)[ 25 ] \n\nRoller doesn't like more than one adjustment variable....\n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Their resistance is strong...survival matters to the unclean.....but we will win this fight...it is only a matter of time.. \n\nBright flashes of light came hurtling forth from Phoenix's weapon as it's pilot screamed out at an unknown malicious memory. The bolts of plasma burned through the armor of the 'infested' unit to leave deep scorch holes that went with the previous blasts on it. Another cone of plasma erupted forth from the pilot called Seto, sweeping over the placid unit and the one that had assaulted him. Both of them were engulfed by the wave of destructive energy, most of the paint burned away by the assault and cauterizing the 'wounds' made in the armor, turning the yellow pus black.\n\nGunter's own assault proved too wild and unbalanced to prove much good, an arm raised by his opponent blocking the blade while they both chopped at his Armor with their own energy axes. Leaving deep furrows in the hard alloy as the pilot was shook about in his cockpit. But then his own comm buzzed to life, briefly eclipsing that horrendous scream with a single message that helped to shake away the despair threatening to overwhelm his mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Acknowledged Lieutenant, I'm trying to access the minefield right now. \n \n\n\nAll of the UEDF radars lite up then as new signals came online, small dots of red on visual screens of the barren asteroid surface. Five...no ten....no more then that! Turned on spiraling about as they sought to detect signals...signals that could easily be provided by allied mecha. A flurry of melee strikes ensued as the infested units fought back against their foes, taking hits that better pilots could have avoided but levying heavy attacks in loo of defense...\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n2 stalls another round, 5 & 6 pursue Morgan but aren't quite fast enough to catch her, 1 assaults Phoenix (Hits for 26 damage, without hardness deducted), 8-9 assault Gunter( One hits for 19 but I think hardness handles that, and the other hits for 30, which I don't think hardness can handle all of), 4 attacks Seto and misses. 3 and 7 attack the hangar bay doors.\n\nAnother Will save but for different reasons this time.\n\nOh, and sorry about the lackluster DM post)\n\n1: -56\n2: -135\n3: -43\n4: -74\n5: -30\n6: -67\n7: -75\n8: -30\n9: -30\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " 'Seto' \n \"Enemy units proving to be defensively superior for their model. Offensive capabilities well below expected parameters...\" \n\nSeto's grip tightens on the controls as his voice makes up for the lack of AI in his mecha. The infested units were holding up to more punishment than he had expected. But then, one seemed to be unable to move, which means that he needs to focus on the immediate threat...\n\nSeto returns to his Excalibur energy sword, swinging in a wide, powerful arc at the unit still attacking him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttacking unit 4 -\nAttack: (1d20+18)[ 30 ] \nDamage: (8d6+13)[ 39 ] slashing/plasma damage\n\nBy the way, there's no need to apologize for lackluster DM posts, Callos. For one thing, they happen. For another, this one isn't as bad as you think it is; the only real problem is that the word you were looking for is 'lieu'. Crazy French people. 😏\n " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan \n\nMorgan does a double take as the few tears that came from her eyes dry on her cheeks and nose. Something kept popping into her mind now as she kept dragging the two mecha following her away from the others, setting up for successive shots against the group one the two goons were down. She eyes up the mecha, their naturally disturbing color blends, their puss, what they inherently were now. Only one thought came to mind now as her next shot flew down \"Unclean.\" \n \n Spoiler \nShooting at #6, no movement this round\n\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (12d6)[ 44 ] \n " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\nAs the mech contacts its weapon with Phoenix's armor, Fawke hits his attitude thrusters in an attempt to allow the blow to glance off harmlessly. He then rockets further backwards and opens fire once more on the mech, aiming carefully with his Typhoon cannon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Evasive Action Check to Halve Damage - (1d20+21)[ 22 ] (If successful, damage is halved and negated by hardness)\n Attack Roll - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n Damage - (10d6)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": "Alex cursed as his halberd was knocked aside. Come on Alex, think! They're melee equiped, don't fight them on their terms. Alex pulls back his halberd one handed, then pivots on the mecha's left foot. A short half spin away from his attackers lines up the chain gun mounted on his right arm. Alex holds down the trigger and fires a volley of lasers at his attackers.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"5ft step\" back and autofiring on the two mecha, assuming they're close enough together. Still counting -4 penalty.\n Gatling Laser Autofire Reflex DC - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n Laser Damage - (8d6)[ 30 ] \n " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "Things were looking up, the shapes in the void above took no further action as the 'infected' mobilized armor units struggled to keep up or even harm your superior models. Only one of them proved successful as it's energy halberd crashed into Lt. Gunter's right armor, superficial damage if any, but the others seemed only to flail about uselessly as they were shot and hacked into.\n\nThrough half-glances, the UEDF forces can track the progress of the mines on their sensors as they approach the battle in front of the hangar doors. Without direction, the high yield explosives sought out any targets before deploying magnetic pads to attach to their target. An insidious weapon, the mines were not very large or dangerous by themselves, but when detonated together (As their programmed to do) they do cause quite a bang. \n\nWhich is exactly what they did in this case.\n\nThe asteroid itself shook under the force of the explosion, bright white light almost frying visual sensors as the mecha's were assaulted by the explosive potential the mines had unleashed. Warning red lights signaled quite clearly just how dangerous the explosion was...\n\n\nIn the aftermath, white noise was all that the usual sensors could convey, leaving you in the dark as to what the new asteroid scape showed. Where the enemies still on the ground after that terrific explosion or had they been reduced to rubble?\n\nThen a voice came over both the Colonial and UEDF communication lines...\n\n Mechanized units—what is your current status? \n \n Spoiler \n...Out of all the attacks, only one hits and thats on Gunter, for 22 damage without hardness subtracted. This is a big roll, no joke. I need each player to make a Reflex save, use action points to boost it, whatever defensive abilities that can be used, the shebang. The Save DC is (22) for HALF something like evasion negates the damage entirely. Debris clouds visual scanners but sensors not relying entirely on simple sight (such as ones specifically designed to detect other mecha or targeting systems) are frazzeled but will come back online this round.\n\nRoll in the OOC thread, but if you FAIL the save I'll contact you by PM to tell you what happened.\n " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\nAs the mines exploded, Fawke's cybernetically enhanced body leapt into action, giving his mech's attitude thrusters a slight burn at the precise moment that the explosion would reach the Phoenix. Using the assaulting mech as cover and entering a spin, he managed to weather the blast with nary a scratch on his mecha.\n\nFawke flipped on the comlink.\n\n\" Fine, no thanks to those mines. \"\n\nHe flips it off once more and begins analyzing the data from what just happened.\n\n\" Phoenix, reboot the sensor systems to try and flush out all the feedback. I doubt this fight is over yet. \"\n\n\" Yes, Fawke. \"" }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Seto \n \"...-erly damaged. Repeat: Unit IG-97 Custom is severely damaged. Main computer offline. Damage estimated at 90%... attempting to verify. Unable to confirm. Withdrawing from the battle...\" \n\nSeto's mecha groans in protest, dropping to its knees. Inside, Seto works furiously to clear the static out of what remains of his sensors, and get the units legs functioning.\n\n \"Don't worry, Seto. Everything will still be ok...\" " }, { "author": "King_of_GRiffins", "message": " Morgan Tanner \n\nMorgan, though frazzled, stands her mecha up without much difficulty at all. She shakes he hair around out of her eyes and opens up the UEDF comm link with a tone that could kill at plant at ten paces underlying an otherwise civil tone. The explosion was Gunters fault; she could feel it in her gut. Maybe he didn't do anything directly, be he had to be the source...\n\n \"Gunter, while I know I asked for you to blow some stuff up, a fair warning to find cover would be appreciated. You understand, prior to our likely deaths the next time something like this happens.\" \n\nThe pilot sighs and turns the comm off for a moment. \"Computer, what would our status be right now?\" \n\n\"Total system evaluation in progress... Movement Systems, Functioning. Weapon Systems, Functioning. Scanners, under error. Attempting to fix.... Source not found, please refer to code two-zero-eight in the Armore...\"\n\n \"Alright, stop talking now.\" , she says tersely, turning the comm back on. \"Command, this is Morgan Tanner. I'm doing fine over here. A bit frayed but undamaged, though my sensors or a bit funky at the moment. Currently awaiting a chance to survey the current aftermath with sensors, but awaiting further orders.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Spot Check - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": "The voice doesn't come back in for several seconds, possibly awaiting more acknowledgements; when they are not forthcoming, it continues. \"Mechanized units, if you're out of combat, we could use an escort out of here. Can you get back inside the complex?\" " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n\nThe speakers inside Alex's cockpit beeped, alerting him to the new sensor contacts. On his sensor screen he saw a few at first, then many new readings all around them. He looked up from the sensor screen to see the mass of mines beginning to gravitate in the direction of the fray. Then he looked at the two very metallic enemies recklessly beating on his frame.\n\n Oh, those kind of mines. \n\nThe dawning realization almost proved to be too late. Alex shifted the mecha into a full backpedal before shifting the heavy body around and running back towards the hanger. Looking down at his sensors, he saw the many sensor blips converging together. Mind racing, he jumped the mecha forward into a dive, skidding across the asteroid's surface. Then his screens went white. Even his sensors were unable to detect anything in the interference.\n\nAlex stared at the ground through his front screen. A long moment passed before he flipped the computer to a diagnostic screen:\nMinor armor penetration in the right and left arms. Left ankle joint registering small obstruction. Main gyroscopic stabilizer alignment shifted 5 degrees.\n\n Stabalizer? That's annoying. \n\nAlex shifted the arms underneath the mecha's bulk and lifted it off of the ground. He takes a moment to shift weight on the left ankle and move it around to clear whatever got inside. A great dust cloud dominated his screens.\n\n Great, no visibility. \n\nMorgan's voice came over the comm.\n\n \"Yeah sorry 'bout that Tanner. I called that in, but I wasn't the one who hit the trigger. Didn't know they had that model out here, really large lock on range. Either way, glad to hear you're still alive out there. What's your status? I can't see anything in this dust.\" \n\nAlex picks up a second communication.\n\n \"This is Lt. Gunter, I hear you. We just set off a large explosive, waiting for the dust to clear. Can't confirm yet if we got them. So hang tight in there until we can see again. Don't open the hanger door until we can confirm the area is secure. Got that?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "With the welcome news that each of you have survived the blast caused by the mines, it was only a matter of time and patience to see if they had truly cleared away the last of the enemy on the asteroid surface or if perhaps some remained such as the ominous shapes in the space above. Soon enough the sensors had been rebooted to adjust to the various sources of static and a clear enough image could be made out from the various pilots.\n\nThe infected mecha seemed to have been wiped from the face of existence, but with the strength of the explosion that wasn't to be unexpected. Not a single one of them remained after the onslaught and the only sign they had even been was a splattering of infectious looking yellow slime smeared across the hangar bay doors. Doors which, thankfully, looked to be most intact except for a place or two where sharpenal had dug deeply into the reinforced surface. Of the blasphemous shapes that had assaulted your different psyches...there was only one cloud of darkness remaining. Smaller shreds of utter blackness drifted aimlessly, occasionally blotting out a pinprick that was a star, but the only one of any size looked to be rapidly retreating. It grew smaller and smaller as if folding inwards upon itself until it's very presence, or rather lack of one, disappeared from your sensors and with it the oppressive feeling of a crouched predator waiting in the shadows.\n\nUnfortunately none of the mean on the surface, without mecha, seemed to have made it but it was difficult to know for sure since they had spread out to a fair distance and one couldn't know what exactly had happened to them." }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n \"Alright, I think we can confirm most of the hostiles destroyed. Only one... retreated, I think. Anyways, I'm heading to the hanger door. You can open it up anytime now.\" \n\nAlex's mecha walks towards the Morgan's unit.\n\n \"Ready to head out Morgan? Got someone waiting on us.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"We've lost contact with the hangar bay, Lieutenant,\" the voice returns grimly. There's a pause, as if the voice is conferring with someone else or thinking, and then she comes back online. \"Can you make your way in another way? We'll have to send somebody out to the hangar if you can't.\" " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\n\" We could all try to pull the doors open... Who is this, anyways? \"" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"This is Dr. Brenda Wells, lieutenant.\" The voice clicks off for a moment, then comes back on. \"If you can get the hangar bay doors open, do it. You'll have to pass through an airlock at some point afterwards, but there ought to be one the armor will fit through.\"\n\n\"The ore smelting chamber should be reachable by all the suits. If you can get to that, we'll meet you there with the ambassadors. Can you find your way there?\" " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\n\" Well, Dr. Wells, I could try and hack the doors to open them. Is there an access point from outside? Or do you know of a password or somesuch that could get us in?\n\nPhoenix, run a scan on the doors and see if you can come up with anything that would allow me to hack them. \"\n\nIf something is found, Fawke will attempt to hack the system and open the doors:\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssorted Computer Use checks, use as needed:\n (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n \"Alright, you try opening those doors. I'm going to check out the ore smelters. One of you come back me up, the other stay behind and give this guy cover. Keep in touch, I'll tell you guys what I find.\" \n\nAlex begins to run off after the ore smelters.\n\n \"Doctor, what's been going on inside? We've gotten broken up comm chatter but besides that, we're in the dark out here.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"Negative. The only access point is on the inside. You'll either have to force the doors open, or we'll need to open it for you.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid we don't know much more than you, Lieutenant. We lost contact with the rest of the base just after the alarms went off. We've been holed up in the conference room since the initial assault here. Expect most of the base to be hostile territory.\" " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n \"Alright, in that case hold your position. We are working on a solution to open the doors or gain entry through the smelters. I wouldn't want you people risking anyone to get over here.\" " }, { "author": "Karsh", "message": " Fawke Cordix \n\n\" Are all you Earth forces daft, or is it just the contingent positioned here? The smelters will be deep within the base, not sitting around outside. We get inside, then we get to the smelters. Space is too cold; it would use up an insane amount of energy to keep a smelter running on the surface with no atmosphere. Our options are to hope that my hacking works, or we have to find some way to blast a door that withstood those mines you sicced on us open. \"" }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Seto \n\nAfter an indeterminate time of work, Seto's mecha at long last groans to life, stumbling for a moment before regaining it's balance and moving around normally.\n\n \"Mobility regained by sacrificing upper-body power supplies. Sword-arm non-functional. Limited capacity for Tsunami 280 Plasma Cannon remains. Sensors show intermittent functionality. Analysis complete: Unit IG-97 Custom deemed unfit for combat operations. Continuing mission due to extreme circumstances. \n\nThe black and charred mecha moves closer to Phoenix to act as a guard in some capacity while the hacking attempt takes place. His voice breaks over the intercom again, somewhat different than before:\n\n \"...Someone remind me to request an Evasion Chip implant after this mission.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \"Lieutenant Cordix, there are no exterior access points, of any sort. The only way you'll be able to get the doors open from the outside is by force. If that won't work, we can open it from the inside; it just means the extraction will be slower.\" " }, { "author": "Sir_Dude", "message": " Alex Gunter \n \"Look buddy , it's our base, and we know it a bit better than you. Now, I'm all for going through the hanger, but that all depends on if you get it open. And I really don't recommend blowing the door. Decompression sucks. The hanger may be able to handle it, but with the door leaking, we won't be able to reestablish pressure. So how is the whole opening thing coming?\" " }, { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": "The first attempt to hack into the mining facility's computer system and open the doors proved un-successful to say the least. But on the second try the screen hesitated for a moment as if double-checking before the words Access Granted flashed across Fenix's vision and the hanger bay doors began to grind open.\n\nInside was a complete mess. One of the transports, it was impossible to tell which one looked as if it had been completely gutted. Numerous gaping holes in it's hull not only made it not space-worthy, but there was actual doubt about how it had held together this long in the first place. On the other hand the other transport looked as if it was encased in living amber, a roiling coppery covering that recoiled and began to fade away as the various mecha filtered into the expansive hangar. There were many parts to many different people strewn across the floor and hovering in the air, but whatever had done this seemed to have disappeared or traveled farther into asteroid. Perhaps most disturbing of all wasn't that people had been killed, but they had been mutilated as well in different fashions, no two fetishes exactly the same except that most of them were missing some or all of their skin.\n\nAs the good doctor had said though, there was a large airlock opposite of the massive hangar doors, not quite as big but accessible to the suits. Phoenix would need to squeeze in. The red emergency lights made it difficult to make out the color or tone of anything with any sort of accuracy, but the seal still seemed sound and not an Other was in sight..." } ]
[ { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "\"Welcome to Spielburg Valley.\" The leader of an overstaffed checkpoint-fortress at the narrowest part of the pass into the valley greets you as you enter. Though most of you arrive at different times, the scene is the same, as though he's reading from a pre-written script. \"I must warn you before coming in, Spielburg is not safe for travellers, only hunters responding to the Baron's bounty should cross this point, as we cannot garuntee your safety while in the valley until the hunt is successful. Until then, we're here to ensure the beast doesn't escape the valley, and to protect the citizens. of Spielburg.\n\nThe Baron recommends that you not go anywhere alone. Beyond the beast, monstrous tribes have grown bold since we stopped making patrols, and are ambushing lone hunters in the woods.\n\nWhile in Spielburg, you are welcomed to stay at Harrington's Inn, as the Baron has graciously offered to cover the living expenses of every hunter who comes to the Valley. You would do well to talk to the hunters who have already ventured into the forest, especially Taen Kras, who has fought the beast and survived three times now. Many of them are in Harringtons, or at the temporary hospital set up in the Shrine to Obad-Hai near the fields.\n\nGood Luck, and Good Hunting.\"\n\nThe town itself is a mile and a half down the road, an uneventful end to an otherwise uneventful trip to the valley, and contains all the basic necessitities of life. Harrington's is the only Inn in town, and practically overflowing with customers by now. Small shops carry sundry goods, but anything particularly well-made has already been bought up (Anything nonmagical less than 50 gold from the PhB is available without even asking about it) - The Shrine to Obad-Hai, formerly a small dwelling for the priest and his apprentice who ensured good harvests, has blossomed out with tents and cots for wounded guardsmen and hunters to rest in. Any stock of potions they once kept up have already been taken, and the two clergymen are overworked in the extreme.\n\nThe Baron's keep, which overlooks the village, is closed for the moment, anyone not bringing news of a successful hunt is turned away. Beyond it all are the fields, worked by nervous peasants and patrolled at the edges by a sturdy force of guardsmen.\n\nThe rest of the valley is untamed woodlands, where the best paths you can see are deer trails." }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": "Vincent Swiftfoot, Mage and Trapmaker, makes his way calmly down the road into the Valley beyond. Nodding politely to the Guard as he passes, he rides his dog into the town and makes his way towards the Harrington Inn. He will check in at the front counter, inquiring about any Halfling sized rooms still available, and renting one if so. He will then mingle in the lounge, meeting up with the other hunters as they arrive..." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nFor all his troubles the guard merely gets a half hearted snarl from the big man leading a big gray horse into the valley, the bounty hunter known as Green Bear sharing his foul mood with everyone. He would but damn the elf Silverleaf who'd given him that nick-name, for a few of the overstaffed guards muttered it upon his appearance. He would, but it was bad form to damn the dead, in particular when he'd come to avenge that particular elf's death.\n\nLeaving Silverleaf's daughter back at that foolish wizardry school she attended, with an oath sworn to carve the beast apart before its black heart stopped beating, he'd come out this way without pause and without much rest and without relent.\n\nUp 'til now, that is.\n\nGuardsmen tend to be picky about warriors who charge their gates, even if they have a perfectly good reason to do so, and so the barbaric ranger entered peaceably; his eyes glaring out from under a young troubled brow.\n\nScoffing the need for any more equipment than the sword by his side and weaponry and gear at his back, the only thing he needs now is a place to keep the horse while he gets some quick rest before delving into the woods at the crack of dawn. He storms into Harrington's after hitching the brute to a post and looks for a seat. Though the place is crowded, the young man reasons within his mind that sooner or later someone already with a room will probably get kicked out for some fool act of violence or trouble.\n\nEven if it's someone foolish enough to pick a fight with him, a chance he idly wouldn't mind stumbling across. After all, he's already looking for one source of trouble." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As the evening wains a bedraggled pair arrives at the gate. Their clothes are rags, one carries only a long walking stick with him. The guards move to stop him, as surely no unarmed man should be allowed inside, \" We are quite able to defend ourselves. Let us pass. \" The almost regal tone of his voice persuades the guards and the pair enter. \" So, Besil, where should we begin? \" Geoffery asks his cousin once they are well within the valley." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "A short, rugged man steps up to the gates looking as if a part of the forest got up and decided to become a man.\n\n G'day. Name's Rogan. I'm here to bag your sheila, he says matter-of-factly. Once the guard lets him pass, he'll find a room, then immediately seek out Taen Kras in order to get a bead on what he hunts. He's heard it's a wolf, a big one, and probably a monster. That's fine- he'd killed monsters before and he would again. The real problem would be hiding his scent, but maybe Mr. Kras could shine some light on that topic." }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyroswolf \n \" So, Besil, where should we begin? \" Geoffery asks his cousin once they are well within the valley. \n \n\nBesil smiles. \" You know me, Geoffery, \" he replies with a voice that borders on a song, \" I'd prefer to gather what tales we can of this beast first. Best to know what to expect. Let us start at Harringtons and then move on to the Shrine. \"\n\nBesil leans his staff toward the Inn and the ragged pair enter the Inn. Besil stands near the entrance, surveying the crowd inside, trying to determine who were hunters just starting out and who may have already faced the beast." }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "Waking from his normal 2 hours rest Marcus finds himself blinded by the birght light of the sun as he is dragged along the road. looking up he relises that he had obviously fallen from his war horse in his sleep and so had been dragged for most of the travel and so as normal he slept through it. Letting out a yawn Marcus quickly stretches forward pulling himself free from his stirup and watchign as his horse slwoly comes to a stop aware of it master no longer being pulled along.\n\n Aproaching his horse he looks over to the fortification of the valley were a guard stares startled by the sudden apearance of the Xeph. Taking a deep breath Marcus mounts his horse and gallops off past the gate ready to see what is to be hunted in the lands... After he grabs a pint of course." }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "Harrington's Inn is a crowded place, the new Arrivals would fit in well with the already assembled crowd of hunters. Fully half the crowd seem to sodden with drink they're obviously here more to leech off the Baron's hospitality than to actually try and hunt anything.\n\nThe remainder consist mostly of the players assembled here, Green Bear, Vincent, Marcus, Basil & Geoffery should be coming in about the same time, easily close enough to notice each other. The staff, a trio of Wenches (Ahh, good ole' fashioned Wenches) are so overworked by the extra business that anyone waiting to be served will be greeted with a quick, \"Seat yerself, we'll be with you in a bit.\"\n\nBeyond all of you, notable figures include:\n\nA huge man (nearly the size of Green Bear) with an entirely-too-serious look upon his face who looks like he's never drank a drop in his life, seated with a shifty-looking fellow that looks like the second half of one of those \"Unlikely duo\" plays those rich snots from the City are always raving about.\n\nSix young men, barely older than boys, loudly boasting about how they're each going to capture the beast single-handedly. What marks them as different from the regular breed of drunks is how they actually seem to mean it.\n\n------\n\nMr. Rogan searching out for Taen Kras could hear from anyone in town how the King's Hunter is still in bed in the hospital-shrine run by the clergy of Obad-Hai.\n\nThe hospital is little more than a tent filled with cots where bandaged men lay waiting for each day's round of healing prayers. Taen himself is easy enough to find among the wounded, being covered in bandages from nearly head to toe (\" And that was AFTER the clerics cast their spells \" A helpful attendant would let Rogan know while pointing out where Taen was lying down) - He's awake at the moment, but doesn't look to be in too good of a mood.\n\n\" Yes? \" Is his only greeting." }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "Jumping from his horse Marcus ties it quickly down and walk through the door into the inn looking around he tries to here what the six men boasting are saying as he walks towards them.\n\n listen - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nBear finds the din and chaos of the bar as acceptable from his position. He doesn't sit at the table in much of a slouch nor with feet propped up. No, he seems more intent on looking to see if anyone can give cause to his earlier plans of ousting a troublemaker and taking their room.\n\nIt's like a buffet in that regard, though after a few moments more, the bounty hunter resigns himself to hopeful patience. At least for now.\n\nGeoffery and Besil he glances at with a brutish look, but doesn't seem to find them much of a threat and makes a point of ignoring them for now. No, after more waiting for an ale-jack and food, the barbarian finally starts to lean his eyes and ears towards the six boastful youths. Within reach of where he sits, Bear gives them a half-hearted scowl while listening to their claims, trying hard not to laugh at such merry entertainment." }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "Walking at the edge of the road, the woman studies the various people as they move past her. An invitation such as the baron has issued brings people with vastly different motives together, and it was fun to try and guess what they were. Eventually the town proper came into view. It was obviously that it wasn't typically this busy as people seemed to overflow out of several different areas.\n\nMoving over to an open space off the road, the woman fished through her pack until she found her comb. Emptying a bit of water onto a cloth, she wiped the dust of the journey from her hands, face and armor, finishing by combing her hair. She then packed everything away and started off once more. When she reached the main street she could plainly hear the crowd over in what had to be Harringtons. For only a short time past midday they seemed to already be fairly deep into their ale cups.\n\nGiving Harringtons a miss for the time being, she moved to the general goods shop, which was also bustling with activity and waited until one of the clerks notices and and then she asked to speak with the shopkeeper.\n\n\" Well now ,\" she says in a lilting voice when (s)he came over to where she was standing. \" I was wonderin' if ye'd be int'rested in a bit 'o consignment considerin' all the traffic ye've got here .\" She opens a pouch at her belt and pulls out several silver bracelets and three pairs of earrings. They are done in a current but timeless style and two of the bracelets are set with blue stones. \" Since ye've got the customers and I've got the stuff, we 'kin make each other happy, yes ?\"" }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "Happy stands impassively as the guard recites his speech, though the raven on his shoulder pipes up occasionally. As the guard finishes his speech, the Raven says \"Cheerful here's really grateful for that info.\" \"Indeed\" says Happy as he turns and continues down the road.\n\n...\n\nHappy arrives in town, and quietly heads to the tavern. He finds the least crowded area available which is within earshot of the six enthusiastic young men. He sits down quietly and listens to the conversations around him.\n(Taking ten on listen)" }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "Rogan\n\n Oi, I see you got yourself in a tangle with the beast. The locals say you fought her three times and lived. I wanna know how you did it, and what you did wrong.\n \nMr. Rogan flips a chair backwards and sits on it, legs akimbo, leaning against the back. Did you track her, or was it an ambush? What weapons did you use? And how smart is she- really? " }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": "Vincent takes a glass of suspiciously strong tea and begins to wander the crowd in an unimposing way, scanning the various patrons and trying to separate out the wheat from the chew toys. A man as smart as Vincent realizes fully the importance of having brave men armed with swords and armor and iron wills around when hunting monsters. After all, all that equipment just made it that much easier to outrun them once things went bad.\n\nA few patrons catch his attention immediately: The giant and the rat look professional, though a fleeting hesitation makes him a bit uncertain about the pair. The man with a stick and the performer who just walked in might need some Arcane support, as might the large man sitting alone. And the man with a Raven has the look of a mage about him (One can never have too many mages around. Never. ). Making mental notes to see where each of those men's specialties lay, Vincent decides to approach the table of young boasters to see what their plan is, and if they might just require the services of a Wizard..." }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "In Harrington's Inn, the boistrous boys are quite loud, and perfectly audible to anyone specifically paying attention to them, (DC: 10 listen)\n\n\" You all know there isn't an animal in the world I can't trap. When we go out to check those nets tomorrow, you'll see. \" One was saying as the conversation comes into focus.\n\n\" Bah Paul! You saw the guard's armor just like we did, that thing's claws can cut through steel! Even if it is stupid enough to fall for your traps, it'll slash them to shreds. Now a good hit on the head from someone with proper training, THAT will bring the thing down. \" The largest one shot back with a snigger.\n\n\" A Real man, huh? You think you're better than the King's own? Obviously it's stronger than any man, you'll be on your knees thanking me for saving your lives with a little honest magic. \" The smallest one cut in. You'd have never guessed he was a wizard if he hadn't just admitted it, dressed identically to the others and well-built from a farmboys childhood.\n\n\" Listen to lil' Tom, he goes off to school and comes back his first year, thinking he's some kind of archmage or something! \" The larger one streched his arm out and snagged Tom in a headlock, making him the victim of a playful noogy, \" C'mon little brother, let's see your magic get you out of this! \"\n\nThe rest of the men, brothers all from how similar they looked, waited with baited breath while Tom whispered something beneath his breath, managing to ignore his bigger brother. \" What was that? Huh Tom? \"\n\n\" You've had enough, John. Go to sleep. \" John, the big one, suddenly relaxed, falling off his chair to the floor to the drunken cheers of his brothers.\n\n\" He going to be okay, Tom? \" What looked like the eldest asked him with concern.\n\n\" Yeah yeah, just drag him upstairs and let him sleep. He'll have a headache in the morning, that's all. \"\n\n\" Good good, I'll get him to bed then. \" The eldest said, standing up, \" Just remember brothers, we're not here for ourselves, we're here for Mom, and Dad, and all the folks back in Brielle. ”\n\n“ Aye, for Brille! ” They (Sans the sleeping one) intoned as one!\n\nAbout the time when the Eldest has his brother’s arm over his shoulder, ready to drag him off to sleep is when they notice Vincent coming up to talk to them. The eldest pauses in his brotherly duties for a moment to begin the conversation, “ Something the matter, mister? ”\n-----\n\nThe shopkeeper gives Marin a concerned look. “ Are you in some kinda’ve trouble, miss, that you’ve got to be coming all the way out here, especially when it’s so dangerous out, just to try and sell these things? ”\n-----\n\nAs for Rogan, Taen Kras spends a good few moments just looking at him judgmentally. Finally, he answers the barrage of questions, “ You’re awful rude for someone who needs so much help. ”" }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\nMarin smiles, \" Na at all ,\" she replies to the shopkeeper. \" I'll be after bringin' this fearsome beastie back y'see. But tha's no reason not ta' do a bit of business asides. Imagine how valuable these'ere trinkets'll be when I succeed ?\" she asked with a grin." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Mr. Rogan\n \n If I'm a little frank it's because time is of the essence, mate. Every hour that thing's out there is another hour some ill-prepared git might get his head ripped off, right? \n\nHe looks at the incapacitated man, trying to judge for himself if he's looking at a great hunter or just a fool who's lucky to be alive.\n\n But no worries, I don't need your help if you don't wanna give it to me. Just thought you'd want to spare a bloke your fate, s'all. Say the word and I'll be going. Name's Rogan, by the way. " }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "Jaegar stood in the road a moment, looking over the gate and what he could see beyond it. Not bad, he thought to himself. He approached the gates, ignoring the guards' warnings, and made his way inside.\n\n The fields then, he decided and began walking toward the shrine to Obad-Hai. The sooner he got the information he needed, the sooner he could get started.\n\nAs Jaegar crossed town, however, he stopped when he heard a familiar voice. The same voice with that same silly accent. He grinned as he turned to see the woman bartering with one of the shopkeepers. That woman. She must be after the beastie too. He decided to continue on his way and let her continue her negotiations. There would certainly be plenty of time for catching up later.\n\nFinally he came to the shrine. He thought about kicking the mud off of his boots, but then realized What's the point? It's Obad-Hai. So he went around the shrine and the many tents, listening for whatever the failed hunters had to say." }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "Taking a seat and grabbing a pint Marcus quickly gets into the spirit of things listening out for any unusual talk amongst those in the inn.\n\n listen - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": " OOC: Scratch that ill take 20." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nBear scratches his chin and then scowls as most of the brothers get ready to leave.\n\n \"Damn, but this is going to be more hassle just to get to the monster than the slaying of him if I've got to wade through every fool family on an outing...\" he mutters, calling for ale with a thunderous bellow moments later at the unfortunate wench that's closest.\n\n \" A flagon! Bring me ale, woman and be quick about it or this tavern may yet see an even fiercer monster than the beast in the woods! \" \n\nSitting back in his seat, he looks about the tavern, as if daring anyone to call him on his brutish behavior, a smoldering look if there ever was one." }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "Happy stands abruptly, and heads towards the large bellowing man. His raven flies ahead, and alights on the table. \"You should be nicer. A hard working wench is hard to come by\" he says with the air of someone imparting great wisdom.\n \"everyone has problems\" says Happy, taking a seat across from Bear. \"Happy here means you got no reason to be angry. You mind if we sit here?\" " }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nBear looks suspiciously at this bird perched on his table as if it belonged there. Anyone with half a brain may think (and anyone with less might say) it looks like the man would try to eat Happy's raven from the way his hands flex and his teeth clench, the look of a predator about to strike. It's almost humorous.\n\nHowever, the bounty hunter never liked the taste of squab, shrugging his shoulders and giving the bird no more attention he allows the other seat to the man.\n\n \"I'm in no mood to dole happy words, but my money's enough to console maids from harsh ones, magician,\" he assumes, as if the notion Happy was of any other profession that allowed for an animal companion an insult, \"I'm in a mood to be fed and rested before I kill the damned beast and be done with the business. " }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": " “Something the matter, mister?” \n\nArching an eyebrow, Vincent smiles and says, \"The matter? Oh, certainly not. I merely happened to overhear your conversation about the hunt and was a might intrigued, as I too have come to this particular valley in search of the beast. As an accomplished practitioner of the Arcane, I felt I could potentially be a valuable asset to your troupe, however it would appear that young... Tom, was it? Has unfortunately beat me to that position.\" Inclining his head at the table and the men seated there, \"I do wish you the best of luck, and hope that your hunt is as safe as it is successful. Perhaps we will meet again, though it would appear that other individuals might be more in need of my services.\" \n\nTurning abruptly if not impolitely, Vincent scans the occupants and decides the most likely suspects would be the pair who just entered, and walks up to Besil and Geoffry, \"Evening sirs. You have the look of adventurers about you, though I dare say not exactly the look of trained wizards. Would I be correct in that assumption?\" " }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": " The Shopkeeper speaking to Marin \n\nHe looks over the shiny things Marin presents before him, inspecting their quality and making a few mental judgements of the sort she's probably seen before, Are they stolen? Probably, she'll sell them cheap if they are, how likely is it I'll get caught for having them? \n\nAfter a while, he seems to come to the conclusion Marin was hoping for, \" Well, the missus has been asking me to get her some jewelry.... How much are you asking for 'em? \"\n\n-----------\n\n Jaeger \n\nWould enter the hospital-tent-shrine of Obad-hai to see a multitude of wounded men in various states of recovery. If he's looking for information, it's simply a matter of asking around. After a few of them, it becomes obvious that no-one wounded here has ever actually seen the beast. Rather, they've been ambushed by goblins and kobolds that've taken to ambushing hunters. Seems the beast isn't bothering the monstrous tribes of the valley at all!\n\nAlso seems anyone who tangled with the Beast is dead now, except for Taen Kras of course. If he pays attention, Jaeger would also bare witness to the conversation between an increasingly agitated Taen Kras and...\n\n Rogan \n\n\" I'll be fine in a couple of days, 'mate,' and catch it myself my next outing. \" His voice takes on an almost beastial growl near the end of that speech, after which he locks up for a moment, like all the excitement made one of his wounds start hurting something fierce.\n\nAfter a moment it passes, and his tone is notably softer, \" No, you're a good man, you mean well... I can't tell you much, except it's the biggest, toughest, meanest thing you've ever hunted. Smarter than most men too, it'll smell out an ambush and come up behind you before you realize it.\n\nAbout your only chance is to get it out into open country, a meadow is your best bet around here, and just be better at killing than it is. \"\n\n Harrington's Inn \n\n\" Right then Mister. \" The Eldest of the six nods to Vincent, letting him go off as easily as he came. He leaves with his inebriated brother, and the rest of their conversation drifts from bragging to stories about their hometown, Tom telling stories about the City and how exciting it is there, but nothing relevant to the hunt at hand.\n\nMarcus, paying attention to the whole of the room, can get the gist of the conversations between players going on, as well as an ongoing one between the large man and his shifty companion (Who are talking intentionally quietly to let their voices be drowned out in the general roar of the tavern) - but can't sift out the details.\n\nBefore Green Bear can give substance to his idle thoughts of Raven Pot Pie, one of the wenches comes in out of the crowd, the demanded Ale firmly in hand. She lets down two flagons out of the four (!) she's carrying around the room just for this sort of occasion. One for Green Bear, one for Happy, a little watered down, but thanks to the Baron's generosity, the price is just right." }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "Marcus getting up walks over to where happy and green bear sits bowing polietly to happy. He anounces him self.\n\n \" Hello, my name is Marcus of the Zeph paladins in the south are you also here to hunt the monster?\" He asks though he knows what is going on he wishes to act ignorantly." }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ReproMan \n Turning abruptly if not impolitely, Vincent scans the occupants and decides the most likely suspects would be the pair who just entered, and walks up to Besil and Geoffry, \"Evening sirs. You have the look of adventurers about you, though I dare say not exactly the look of trained wizards. Would I be correct in that assumption?\" \n \n\nBesil chuckles. \" Adventurers,\" he says to Geofrey. \"That's nice for a change. Seems our friend here has a sharp eye.\" \n\nHe turns to the halfling and smiles. \" We use to being called paupers before adventurers, \" he explains, waving a hand at his tattered robes. \" And you are correct, on both accounts. I have picked up a little of the arcane arts, but certainly am not trained as a wizard. \" He glances over Vincent. \" Now, if I were to make a guess, I'd say you are one of the newer adventurers here. You just don't have the worn look some of the others here have. \n\n\" Ah! But where are my manners. I am Besil Gualdherp and this is my cousin and companion Geofrey, and, as I'm sure you have already surmised, we are have been lured here by the mystery of this beast. Now, who do I have the pleasure of talking to?\" " }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nPressing a gold piece into the barmaid's hand without looking (either her or the coin), Green Bear's ire is turned towards the paladin, interpreting the bow towards Happy (and not to him!) as an insult.\n\nThe ale is good though as he kicks back a slug of it at least.\n\n \"And kill it and find out if it's pelt will make me a nice cloak before the week is out,\" he spits, not too impressed with Marcus. The paladin's plan seems to work on him as his emerald eyes regard him as a simpleton. \"You're welcome to watch, of course, but were I like you, I'd stay more than a league away when I get my hands on the hellbeast. " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Mr. Rogan \n\nThe hunter scowls. This is going to be a tough one... Although he's confident he can track the creature, he doesn't like the idea of fighting it out in the open. Ambush, or at least surprise, is more his style. Maybe a trap of some sort to hold it still while he gets some shots in would be the way to go, or luring it into a dead end where he can fire from behind cover... Some distractions would be in order, regardless. A team of helpers would greatly increase his odds of taking the thing down- and coming out of this alive. Surely, he'd find some willing accomplices back at the lodge.\n \nThanks for your help. I'm going to try and get a posse together. You're welcome to join it when you're well again.\n \nHe gets up and goes to leave the healers' tent.\n\n You were wrong about one thing though- I'm not a good man. \n\nAfter leaving the tent, Rogan will go to the lodge and scope out potential allies." }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": " \"Ah! But where are my manners. I am Besil Gualdherp and this is my cousin and companion Geofrey, and, as I'm sure you have already surmised, we are have been lured here by the mystery of this beast. Now, who do I have the pleasure of talking to?\" \n\nGrinning and making a bow, Vincent intones, \"Vincent Swiftfoot, Arcanist and Trapmaker, at your service. And while I may not look it, I'm not exactly new to the adventuring game. I can owe my appearance to an appreciation of the joys of adventuring from 50 or so feet behind big men with big swords.\" Giving a little shrug, he continues, \"If you're interested, I'm up for sitting down with a drink and laying down a plan about the best way to catch this thing. The Gods know I can't do it alone.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\nMarin smiles at the shopkeeper, \" Only what it'd cost me for collectin' the stuff and the time I spend makin' 'em lovely. What say five gold apiece? I bet ya' can sell 'em for four times tha', once I bring back ya' Lorships beastie .\"" }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": " \"This Happy little man is looking to slay the beast as well.\" Pipes the raven. \"Money is indeed the ultimate consolation, isn't it...\" mumbles Happy, taking a sip of his ale. \"We'll come watch you fight,\" continues the raven as if he hadn't been interrupted , \"but we're really here for taking care of the beast afterwards\" \n\n((That's right, you're getting trash-talked by a bird ))" }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": "(...Me or Marcus?)" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Geoffery extends his hand to Vincent, \" As he said the name is, Geoffery. We are here looking for the beast and would be delighted to sit and discuss with you. I shall pass on the drink; however, I'm just not very thristy. \" As they sit Geoffery scans the room, and the fellow they have been talking to for any signs of mischief or mayhem.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing free Detect Evil to scan the room, and their new companion.\n " }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": " Marin Would find the shopkeeper amiable, though not above a little bartering, \" With so many hunters in town, I'll not pay extra betting you're the one that brings it down, Miss. I'll take the whole lot for twenty pieces of gold, which is a fair price by my eyes. \"\n\nIn Harrington's Inn, \n\nMost of the action is occuring between ya'll. The Barmaid (Yes, she's upgraded from \"Wench\") manages a quick \" Thank you, M'lord \" for Green Bear's generosity before she's off into the thick of the Tavern once again.\n\nFor Geoffery,\n\n \n Spoiler \nNone of the main characters mentioned already show up as Evil. A few of the drunkards are mildly evil individuals, though they probably register as such because they're the type of person who would take advantage of a desperate man's generosity without ever intending to contribute.\n " }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "((You, Bear. Marcus can take offense to, though, if he wants))" }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": "His tiny hand gets a little lost in the palm of the sturdy Paladin before him, but Vincent still makes a noble effort at returning the shake. Taking a seat at the table chosen by his companions, Vincent props himself up on an elevating cushion and takes a sip of his tea before glancing around the room again. The crowd seems to be stabilizing by the look of things, and he could even see a couple other adventurers seeming to form impromptu traveling groups. Grinning a small knowing grin, he turns to the two men, \"May I ask what your specialties are? And do you have any plans in the works for capturing the beast?\" " }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n \n Spoiler \n Civilized men birds are more discourteous than savages;they know they can be impolite without having their heads split open, as a general thing. ~ Robert E. Howard\n \n\n\n\nBear peers at the raven with incredulity for a split second before he swats at it with a heavy hand, and were he a lesser barbarian he'd listen to his impulsive angry thoughts and follow this up with an attempt to brain the wizard for teaching his familiar this skill to sass. Instead...\n\n \"Damn this fool trick, magician! Learn your bird some manners or by my Blade I'll skewer the two of you!! I made a vow to slay this beast even if I have to fight every manner of man, hellspawn and God to do it, and the pair of you are a low threat on that list! he bellows with a follow up snarl.\n\n \"Now are you going to get the squab to apologize or not?!\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Rogan \n\nMr. Rogan enters the lodge and casts a glance around, looking for anybody who might be helpful.\n\nHis eyes are instantly drawn to the biggest man in the room- a nice piece of meat big enough to choke any beast, and by the looks of it a skilled warrior, too. Quick to anger, perhaps, but that could be an advantage, too. The guy he's with is a little weird, but pretty big, too. Probably a decent snack for the beast.\n\nHe quietly moves over to their table and pulls up a chair.\n\n Sorry to interrupt, gents, but I believe you're hear to kill that beast, not each other. Name's Rogan. He sticks his hand out by way of greeting." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nBear doesn't take it.\n\n \"Mind your own business, this is between me and the bi--the magician. " }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": " Besil \n\n \n Originally Posted by ReproMan \n \"May I ask what your specialties are? And do you have any plans in the works for capturing the beast?\" \n \n\n\" Oh, I'm just a wanderer really, \" Besil replies. \" I just try to bring comfort and strength to those who need it and try to remove what evil I can from their lives. I have some skills, a few songs, and some magical practice to help me and my allies accomplish that. Geoffery here is much more accomplished at meeting villains head on. \n\n\" As for a plan, I can't say I have one just yet. I'd prefer to get a little information on what we are up against first. \"" }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "@Bear's violence:\n \"That was unnecessary\" says Happy, looking up from his ale. \"Please refrain from doing that in the future.\" While his words are fairly neutral, his tone is anything but. He is quite obviously angry.\n\nHappy turns back to his drink. Now some guy in mithril and camouflage comes and identifies himself as Rogan. \"We'll kill it alright\" ays the raven, now on Happy's shoulder and considerably more wary." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Mr. Rogan \n Aye, we will. But it won't be easy. I've got more than a few old tricks up my sleeve, but in the wild, one mistake will get you killed. If you're by yourself. He looks meaningfully at the wizard and barbarian.\n\n I'm putting a posse together to take her down. And we'll do it, too. I know more about the wild than anyone- practically live there. I eat monsters for breakfast lunch and dinner- but I don't do it with this, (he points to his bicep), I do it with this (he points to his head). A small group of well organized hunters can take down any prey no matter how strong, fast, or smart she is. Join up with me, and I can guarantee a kill. I'll even give up my share of the reward. I don't want it. Not interested in it. What interests me is the hunt. This is the big one, gents.\n\nSo what do you say? " }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": " \"Sure... why not.\" says happy, not even looking up from his ale. \"I suppose it can't hurt\" \"but if you keep making speeches, we're gone!\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\n\" Less'say twenty-two and ye've got a deal \" Marin replies to the shopkeeper. After the exchange is complete, she pockets her gold and looks around, finally she flips up the hood of her cloak and walks into Harringtons, trying to get to someplace she can watch the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If the shopkeeper holds to twenty, or goes to 21 that's okay by me if it just happens so we don't go on forever there. My main goal in the tavern is to not attract attention, and to get somewhere I can just people watch for now.\n " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Rogan \n\nThe hunter gives a grin and a nod.\n\n Believe me, birdy, once we get out into the thick of it, you'll be lucky if you see or hear me. What about you? he asks the Green Bear" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Geoffery laughs as his cousin refers to his warrior talents. \" While I may have skill in battle I prefer to use it to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I'm particularly fond of deposing aloof monarchs who have lost their sense of purpose. \" Memories of his father flood Geoffery's mind. Almost as quickly has they appear they are gone, merely appearing to pause for breath. His attention is suddenly drawn to a rather boisterous man seated with a few other fellows and a bird. \" Besil, perhaps some of your calming music will change the atmosphere here a bit? \" With that Geoffery gets up, walking stick in hand and slowly moves toward the boisterous fellow, hoping to prevent a brawl." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Green Bear \n\nThe bounty hunter scowls.\n\n \"Normally I would tell you to go to hell, but since I plan on living after the death of this monster, I'll accept to join forces,\" he commits, though to say Rogan is leader is like getting blood from a turnip for Bear. \"But that beast killed someone very important to me and I promised his daughter I'd kill the damn thing, so if you want my help, know that I'm going to finish it off. The reward for it alive could be ten times what's offered and I'd still kill it and be done with this affair.\" " }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " That's fine by me. Far as I know, this thing's wanted dead-not-alive. Hopefully, we can start out tomorow morning. I'm gonna see if I can get anybody else to join our merry group. \n\nRogan obtains some paper and ink from the stores and writes the following:\n \nNotice: A hunting posse will be gathering at daybreak tomorow to kill the beast once and for all. Stout bodied hunters requested. Cowards need not apply.\n\nMr. Rogan, expedition leader \n He makes sure that he does so very conspicuously. " }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": "Bear finishes off his ale in response to Rogan's recruitment drive.\n\nNot that there's enough booze for this situation..." }, { "author": "ReproMan", "message": "Listening intently to his companions, Vincent considers as they both speak, attempting to form some kind of strategy to take the beast down. Hmm... A Song Mage and an unarmed brawler with what looks to be some kind of Divine connection... Not a bad start, not bad at all, but certainly lacking in several areas. \n\nTaking another sip from his cup, Vincent addresses the two men, \"Are either of you trackers at all? A Forester or Wild Shifter would be helpful in tracking this beast, and there would seem to be several options nearby,\" motioning towards Rogan and Green Bear, \"if you agree with my assessment.\" " }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": " \" I wish to join your party only I hope you will alow me to take a claw or two as souveneirs... well if theres anything left of it that is,\" Marcus says turning swiftly to a passing wench he orders a round of drinks for the others then sits eyeing up the tough looking green bear." }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": " Marin \n\nThe Shopkeeper settles at 22 gold pieces, and bids her goodnight.\n\nInside of Harringtons, she has ample view of the goings-on in the Inn as described in...\n\n Harringtons \n\nOutside the Afternoon gives way to Evening, and though the Inn is still loud and boistrous, it's significantly less so than when everyone first arrived. The night is winding down with the rest of the boys from Brille having stumbling along to their room, along with a good portion of the nameless drunks that otherwise filled the Tavern.\n\nThe large man and his shifty-looking companion remain, they don't seem to be talking much anymore. Just watching the room, along the same lines as what Marin is up to." }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ReproMan \n Taking another sip from his cup, Vincent addresses the two men, \"Are either of you trackers at all? A Forester or Wild Shifter would be helpful in tracking this beast, and there would seem to be several options nearby,\" motioning towards Rogan and Green Bear, \"if you agree with my assessment.\" \n \n\nBesil nods. \" It sounds like a wise course of action, \" he replies. \" We will need those more familiar with the wilds then we are. Although they do sounds like a rowdy and violent bunch. Could be a problem if the beasts intentions are not as dark as I have heard... \"\n\nBesil stands and walks over the Geoffery, placing a hand on his shoulder. \" He may be a braggart, but that group may be what we need, if their claims of knowing the wilds are true. Come let us see if they will have us. \"\n\nBesil continues to Mr. Rogan, calling out to him. \" Sir! If you are need of three more able bodies, my companions and I are in need of forest men and trackers to help us on our hunt. I have no doubt a trap savant, an intrepid warrior, and a succorer would help strengthen your party for the challenge ahead. \"" }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "Jaegar turned around to walk back to the downtown area. It seemed from his conversation with the other man that the hunter was unwilling to provide the information he had hoped to get. He headed over to the inn that was recommended.\n\nFortunately, things seemed much calmer there than they had been earlier. He didn't mind the din that was left. Jaegar stepped inside to take a look around at who was left. A familiar scene. He knew his part well, and it should be much easier this time, as just about everyone here was assembled for the same purpose. Inside he saw the same thing he came to expect every time he entered such a place. A lot of people trying to look and act tough. Some in the corner, attempting to use intrigue to silently scream for attention. Then of course, you have the locals, just there to drink and have a good time.\n\nHe decided sit at the bar, among the latter, and ordered an ale for himself. Before taking a seat, he removed his enormous bow and greatsword from his back and leaned them against the counter next to him. He let out a great sigh. Relaxing was what he needed after the last few days of hard travel." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mantid \n Besil continues to Mr. Rogan, calling out to him. \" Sir! If you are need of three more able bodies, my companions and I are in need of forest men and trackers to help us on our hunt. I have no doubt a trap savant, an intrepid warrior, and a succorer would help strengthen your party for the challenge ahead. \" \n \n\n Bonzer. I'm a bit of a trapper myself, maybe you can help me turn the odds more to our favor. That makes 6... should be enough for what we're dealing with. We'll meet here in the morning. " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\nWatching the door, Marin smirked as she watched one of the newcomers arrive at the bar. Pulling one of the barmaids aside, she whispered something into her ear. When the woman looked at her with a puzzled expression she spoke again and pressed a coin into her hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOrdering tea to be delievered to Ryax's character at the bar, but rather than in a teapot, it should be in an alecup. And the coin is simply a tip - the Baron is paying for all these adventurers, so Marin will assume that many of those assembled will not be tipping anyone.\n " }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "\" Right away Ma'am. \" The barmaid taking Marin's order says with a smile, once she gets over her curiousity at the unusual order. She hurries off to the back to brew up a fresh pot of tea.\n\nMinutes later, she comes back out, Ale mug in hand, plopping it down in front of Jaeger. \" From yer Lady friend over there, \" she tells him with a wink and a nod to Marin across the room." }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "A bit surprised, Jaegar thanked the woman and inspected the mug. He then grinned as he took a drink. Yep. Tea. Standing up, he gathered his weapons and his drinks, and headed for the table where Marin was sitting. \"Evening, Lady,\" he said as he sat down. \"I wondered if I might run into you again around here.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\nGrinning, Marin raises her cup to Jaegar. \" The world is not nearly as large as we like to think it is ,\" she comments. \" News as tasty as this carried quite quickly after all. \" She pauses to take a long sip of her wine. \" Not too bad ,\" she mumbled more to herself. \" So what have you been up to? \"" }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "Jaegar smirked at the question and relaxed back against his chair. \"Well you know. The usual. Keeping myself busy and fed. Of course what I heard about this place was too hard to resist.\" \n \"And what about you,\" he grinned. \"Still selling trinkets inbetween slaughtering things?\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\n\" Sure enough ,\" she replied. \" It's something to do in my spare time, and gives a little cushion in case I can't kill my way to my dinner. Surely better than hiring myself out to some temple or other .\"" }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "Jaegar nodded in understanding. \"But from the sound of things, this beast they have here would be well worth it. Quite a challenge. It's obviously strong enough to tear apart many men at a time.\" He then lowered his voice, to make sure what he said next was only between the two of them. \"That normally wouldn't be much of a problem, but from what I've heard...you know I think it may be intelligent. If it does have brains to match, all of these fools are going to get themselves killed, unprepared for what awaits. They'll never realize that they are actually the prey.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "\" Aye, too right \" Marin replied with a smirk. \" I suppose the right thing to do would be to try and get them to realize just what they might be up against. Or.. .\" she lowered her voice a bit more, \" we could just pick up the pieces afterward. What say, old friend ?\"" }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": " \"It seems that the next batch of fools are going after it in the morning. If we were to simply follow and observe, then we can get an idea of how it thinks, and how it fights, before making our own move. No predator ever became very successful by being wreckless.\" " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "\" Seems reasonable to me, \" Marin replied. \" What is it they say... 'the wise learn from others mistakes'? \"" }, { "author": "Rydax", "message": "Jaegar simply smiled, with a nod, and took a drink of his tea." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": "The following morning, Mr. Rogan rises at the break of dawn and heads to the lodge to see who shows up for the hunt and who, cowardly, stays behind." }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "Assuming here that Zimmia and Jaeger simply finish up the small talk and call it a night.\n\nSo we can push things along and start this up again before it dies!\n\n The following morning \n\nCleaned up and free of drunkards, most of whom are still sleeping off last night's excesses, Harrington's is a revived building, much more in line with the small town homeliness you would expect of a town like Spielburg. A plump man who was barely part of the background last night is out in full force serving breakfast to the six youths from Brille who were boasting so loudly last night. The lot of them look ready to leave within the next few minutes, \"Eat up boys, Yer parents must be proud o' ye, bein' such fine young hunters.\"\n\nWhen Rogan comes out, the man steps right up, extending a meaty palm in welcome, \"Good morning stranger! Warms me heart to see ye' up an' eager hunters passin' through. Terribly sorry to not have made yer' acquaintance last night, what with how busy we were and all. Name's Harrington, proprieter of this Inn, let me know if you need anything while you're here.\"" }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": "Besil wanders into the common room, ready to begin the day's hunt." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Geoffery follows close on the heels of his cousin. Quickly scanning the bar again. He acknowledges Rogan, then sits at a table, waiting for the hunt." }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": "The Raven from last night flies into the room and finds a solitary perch, though its owner doesn't seem to be present." }, { "author": "Human Paragon 3", "message": " Rogan\n\n No worries, mate. Set me up with some bangers and mash and I'll be happy as a clam. I'm just waiting for my men to assemble and eat before we head out. \nTo the bird:\n\n Where's the big frowny bloke? " }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": " \"He's in the room still. should be down eventually\" " }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "\"So, Breakfast fer just three o' ye and a bird is it? Do ye' have any more friends coming down I should let the cooks know about? I should hope they get here soon, Morning's almost over! \" Harrington asks after subtly pushing Rogan, Geoffery, and Basil off to the same table. He's at a loss over how to feed the bird, but has seen enough over the past few days to know about wizards and what the Raven is.\n\nAfter a moment spent thinking about it, he just straight out asks him, \"And what would you be wanting for breakfast?\"" }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " The Big Frowny Bloke \n\nBear finishes grinding down a decent edge on his hatchet; when he appears coming down the steps (notably, his footsteps are suspiciously quiet) he's thumbing the edge of the weapon and find it satisfactory. Rather than sleeping in he'd been up with the sun, making sure his gear was in working fashion.\n\n \"Meat.\" is his answer as he grimly slides the axe into place over his right shoulder, completing his preparations." }, { "author": "Cruxador", "message": " \"I get to choose? um.. I'd like some meat\" Says the raven. \"When my cheerful companion comes down he'll be hungry too, but he'll eat whatever you give him\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Nothing for me thank you. Perhaps a little extra for my companions here. \"\n\nGeoffery declines the offered meal as he waits for the rest of the hunters to arrive." }, { "author": "Mikeavelli", "message": "\"Right then, We've got some ham for you, big fellow, and I'll have the lasses' chop some of it up for the little Master.\" Harrington caters to the Bear and the Raven respectively, \"Eggs and ham all around for the indecisive, can't say I've ever heard of Bangers though. Those some kind of biscuit?\"" }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": " Marin \n\nMarin comes downstairs in the morning, and finds a table away from the larger crowd, standing her greatsword against the wall. She orders some eggs, bread and tea and then takes out a length of fine leather and braids it while she waits." }, { "author": "Mantid", "message": "\" Seems some of us are a little slow to rise this morning, \" Besil remarks. \" Perhaps some of us should head over to the temporary hospital and speak with Taen Kras while whoever stays here can gather up the late comers and meet them there. \"" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 21: Yemish vs. Tayalyn \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "I get my rematch!😁" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " init - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\nGoing to buy my usual, power stone of energy missle." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " I wish there was a deflect energy missile...\nI bought the typical scroll of invisibility. 😉\n\nThere might be something I'm forgetting to buy. so I might buy something else, but I\"ll let you know if I do so.\n\n Init - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \nYemish will start in B14 holding a loaded crossbow and a power crystal of skate. He will manafest skate from his power crystal, and then move to C23\n \n\n\nEnd of my round. Will do status block later." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Purchases\n \n Spoiler \nBought a scroll of Mirror Image\n \n\n Tayalyn - Round 1 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nStarting in Y14 with my hawk familiar on my shoulder and a scroll of invisibility in my hand, I cast Invisibility on myself and share the spell with my familiar.\nCLC - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] vs DC 4\nIf it works, I'll move to V13\n otherwise I'll stay put in Y14 and draw a scroll of mirror image. \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:V13\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (1/30)\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYemish will move to G26 and hide - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] (-5 for movement included)\n\nReactives\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 2 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nDraw a scroll of Expeditious Retreat, move to R13.\nHawk is still on my shoulder.\n\nWe are both Invisible.\n\nMy Spot: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \nHawk Spot: (1d20+16)[ 32 ] \n\nIf my hawk spots him, he will tell me. (Sylvan is a language of mine, so yes, I can understand him).\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLocation:R13\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (2/30)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@BigMac\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 3\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nManafest Prescience, Offensive\nand hide - (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 3 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCast Expeditious Retreat from the Scroll.\n\nMove to H14.\n\nMy Spot - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nMy Listen - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n\nHawk Spot - (1d20+16)[ 22 ] \nHawk Listen - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n\nIf my hawk sees him in a square, he'll tell me.\n\nBoth my Hawk and I are Invisibile!\n \n\n\nend my Turn\nNeed an LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:H14\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (3/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (1/10)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Expeditious Retreat\n\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Ref Mav: \n\nYemish:\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nTayalyn\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish round 4\n\n \n Spoiler \nYemish will hide - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] in G26 and ready an action to shoot at the first square in rows 16-26 that have footprints appear in them. even if he is invisiable, he should still leave tracks in the sand\n \n\n\nI didn't move so no LoS change. Your turn terran." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 4 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove to H24 (still have 10ft of movement left plus another action.)\nMe and my hawk are invisible.\n\nTayalyn Spot - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \nTayalyn Listen - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n\nHawk Spot - (1d20+16)[ 33 ] \nHawk Listen - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n\nIf my hawk sees or hears anything, he will tell me about it. (Sylvan is a language Tayalyn knows).\n \n\n\nTurn not Done, Need LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:H24\nHawk Location: my Shoulder.\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (4/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (2/10)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Expeditious Retreat\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Referee Stimpius \n\nTo Tayalyn\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAt what height is your familiar?\n \n\n\nSorry Yemish - still his go." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@refs\n \n Spoiler \nHe's sitting on my shoulder, but being at the edge of the cliff, shouldn't I be able to see at least some of the squares at the bottom of the cliff? (some in the \"F\" range and some in the \"26\" range)\n \n\n\nStill my turn, trying to get something cleared up." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Yemish\n \n Spoiler \n\nIn order to see tracks in the sand you need a spot check. Might as well roll a listen as well for complete perception.\n \n\n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs far as I am aware Sylvan does not equate speak with animals. Since a hawk does not speak a language, it will simply make it's animal noise (a shriek for hawk's I think) when it perceives Yemish. And it does so right now. You see nothing however.\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nThis is taken from the SRD, so take from it what you will, it's the only thing I could find that might explain what Sylvan actually is.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD \n A druid’s bonus language options include Sylvan, the language of woodland creatures. \n \n\nWould you consider a hawk a woodland creature...🤨\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nWoodland creatures are pixies, nymphs, dryads etc. Not animals.\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nhumph...I always thought it was the animals...oh well...😛\n \n\n Tayalyn - Round 4 (cont) \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nDraw a Scroll of Mirror Image.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nRef Question (has no baring on your turn BM):\n \n Spoiler \nIf I cast Mirror Image while invisible, when I become visible, will he see the extra \"me's\" as well? -(edit) This is poorly worded, will the mirror images be visible?\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:H24\nHawk Location: my Shoulder.\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (4/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (2/10)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Expeditious Retreat\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Terran\n \n Spoiler \n\nYes, they will be visible when you are.\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 5\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm, I guess he isn't coming. Do I have any idea where he is?\nPassive checks\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n spot - (1d20-1)[ 14 ] (in case his hawk is hiding somewhere)\n \n\n\nNeed a ref check." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Yemish\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou heard a hawk screech from somewhere above and behind you. You don't see it or perceive Tayalyn anywhere.\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 5 cont\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm, since I can't rely on spot checks to see the footprints, I'll have to fall back to the old standard. Yemish will draw his powerstone of energy missle and ready an action to use it if he sees and hears tayalyn casting a spell, using a supernatural ability, or attacking him.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 11\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 5/10, Prescience, Offensive 3/10, ready action (above)\nLocation: G26 (hiding DC13)\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Is it my turn?" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "doah, yeah, your turn." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 5 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nCast Mirror Image from the Scroll.\nCLC - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n# of Images - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n\nI will edit in the rest of my move after I see if this fails or not.\nWhat a waste of a spell... 1 copy...rest of move in next post.\n\n(edit) Should I get the +1 because of the CL being 3 on the scroll? The spell says 1d4 Images +1 per 3 levels, so should I have 2?\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 5 (cont) \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHawk Spot - (1d20+16)[ 21 ] \nHawk Listen - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nTayalyn Spot - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \nTayalyn Listen - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\nIf the hawk spots Yemish, he will attack. (This shouldn't break my invisibility, just my hawks).\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d4-2)[ 2 ] (Min 1)\n\nThen Tayalyn will move silently to J24.\n MS - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLocation:J24\nHawk Location: Depends on Spot Check\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (5/30)\nExpeditious Retreat (3/10)\nMirror Image (1/30)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Expeditious Retreat, Mirror Image\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by theterran \n Tayalyn - Round 5 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nCast Mirror Image from the Scroll.\nCLC - [roll0]\n. . .\n(edit) Should I get the +1 because of the CL being 3 on the scroll? The spell says 1d4 Images +1 per 3 levels, so should I have 2?\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYes, you get the +1, since the scroll's CL is 3. You have 2 images.\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "LoS? Here's my passive for the round if it helps\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "I'm done...are you needing a ref before you take your turn BM?" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "I dunno? I guess since your invisiable there isn't any LoS, but I was waiting to see if I sensed anything before I took my turn. So yes I am waiting on results from my spot and listen checks before moving forward. I could tell you what I rolled, but without revealing my location you wouldn't be able to add the correct modifiers and so wouldn't be able to tell me if I sensed you or not." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Very true, I'll request a ref again." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nStill working through the actions for the LoS check. Meanwhile:\n@theterran \n Spoiler \nHow did you cast from the invisible scroll?\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Maurkov\n \n Spoiler \nYou know, I never even considered that...🫤\nSo what's the plan here now...since I've basically casted from scrolls since the onset of this match, it would pretty much make all my actions invalid from Round 2 on...\n\nShould this be started over? or just Rewind it back to Round 2? or just say that I never casted anything from scrolls other than invisibility and still have them in my possession?\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n@theterran \n Spoiler \nIf you're okay with that, yes, let's \"uncast\" the two scrolls. Rewinding to round 3 isn't fair to Bigmac since you've got extra information now that you didn't have then, and I'd rather not restart restart the match.\n\nThe hawk can still see him, so we'll resove that attack. You move to J24.\n \n\nA hawk appears at G25, 10' up, enters H24, 0' and attacks. It hits AC23 for 2 points of slashing/piercing damage. If Yemish threatens at 5' or 10', he can take an AoO.\n\n@Bigmac \n Spoiler \nI don't believe that triggers the readied action. You see the hawk. No sign of Tayalyn\n \n\nIt is Yemish's turn." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "did he roll for concealment? I'm in a squre that has a 30% chance for him to miss even if it hit my AC. I might threaten if you would consider a crossbow to be a makeshift melee weapon, but I doubt I would hit with my whopping 6 str so I won't even bother with the attack.\n\nYemish will remain where he is for now.\n\nEnd of his turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 11 (or mybe 9)\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 5/10, Prescience, Offensive 3/10, ready action (below)\nLocation: G26 (hiding DC13)\n\nReady Action: Use power stone of energy missle if he sees and hears tayalyn casting a spell, using a supernatural ability, or attacking him\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n did he roll for concealment? \n \n\nNo. theterran, please roll that now.\n@bigmac, refs \n Spoiler \nIf you're not holding still (Dex Mod -> -5), are you still able to hide effectively? RAW, I see there's a -20 for attacking, but no mention of defending. If you still consider yourself hidden, I'll want a high ref to \"make up rules.\"\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Maurkov\n \n Spoiler \nThere is a problem with that though...I did cast Expeditious Retreat from a scroll, so i got the added bonus of being able to move at a quicker rate. Actually, since I didn't cast any of those spells, we can just say I double moved and continue as is.\n \n\n (1d100)[ 10 ] > 30 Hits\n(edit) Meh...\n\nYou're up in Round 6 BM.\n\nUpdate Ref Stats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:J24\nHawk Location: Depends on Spot Check\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nInvisibility (5/30)\nScrolls Used: Invisibility\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Forgot to edit that out when I cut and pasted the status block. I'm in G26, trying not to get my eyes pecked out. He remains in that square for now.\n\nEnd of round 6.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 11 (or mybe 9)\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 6/10, Prescience, Offensive 4/10, ready action (below)\nLocation: G26\n\nReady Action: Use power stone of energy missle if he sees and hears tayalyn casting a spell, using a supernatural ability, or attacking him\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n@theterran, refs \n Spoiler \n\n [W]e can just say I double moved and continue as is. \n\nYes.\n \nYemish completed his Round 6 action , but I may need a response from Bigmac and/or a high ref to proceed .\n\nEdit: Ninja" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 6 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nMy hawk is a tiny creature so he actually has to enter into the square that my opponent occupies in order to attack.\n\nAssuming my hawk can still see him, my hawk will attack again, and Tayalyn will watch where he attack before making her move.\n \n\n\nHawk Attacks Yemish again (assuming LoS wasn't broken)\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n Damage - (1d4-2)[ -1 ] \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nAssuming I can see which square the hawk attacks, I will let it get clear and then Fiery Burst the square it attacked.\n\n Damage - (2d6)[ 7 ] Reflex Halves DC:17\n\nDepending on if he has a readied action will effect my move action.\n \n\n\nTurn Not Finished." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nWhat with dodging the hawk, BM and I agreed that Yemish isn't effectivly hiding anymore. You can see him in G26. After the hawk misses and before the next thing, where does the hawk go?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "He'll fly on to E26" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nAfter the second unsuccessful attack, the hawk flies off to E26. Then an explosion of fire scorches Yemish (7 pts Ref DC17 for 1/2). Tayalyn appears in J24.\n\n@Bigmac \n Spoiler \nBy a strict reading of the ready action, it does not trigger. While she was producing the blast she was invisible. Now that she's visible, she's no longer doing anything on the trigger list. I won't be offended if you go get a second opinion.\n \nYemish doesn't react.\n\nIt is still theterran's turn." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "I would argue that Tayalyn would become visable just before the effect as we have treated all other cases where a caster is casting an offensive area of effect spell targeting an opponent. An invisble caster becomes visable before the color spray is resolved. Thus, Yemish would see him in the process of attacking him via the supernatural ability and that would trigger his ready action. I guess it boils down to how you determine the ready action. You can also refer to how a similar situation was resolved the first time we fought here " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n I would argue that Tayalyn would become visable just before the effect as we have treated all other cases where a caster is casting an offensive area of effect spell targeting an opponent. An invisble caster becomes visable before the color spray is resolved. Thus, Yemish would see him in the process of attacking him via the supernatural ability and that would trigger his ready action. I guess it boils down to how you determine the ready action. You can also refer to how a similar situation was resolved the first time we fought here \n \n\nThe example you cited should seriously have required referee attention, as it wasn't handled correctly. I'm sorry I missed it.\n\nAnyway, the action that causes the break in invisibility happens while still invisible (since it gains all the benefits from being invisible), as far as I read the rules. However, I would rule that Bigmac's ready action still triggers, but it occurs after Tayalyn's fiery burst. I think the trigger is close enough to count." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n Are you saying that if an invisible caster was using a weapon-like spell, you wouldn't be denied your dex against the attack? If the caster was adjacent, would he trigger an AoO from the casting, or from using a missile attack (full concealment generally being proof against AoOs)? I'm not convinced. I think the caster appears after the attack resolves, once he is no longer casting. \n\nEdit: Ninjas everywhere. So, I have been overruled: Yemish reacts." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Reflex Save\n reflex - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] vs dc17\n\nYemish's action is to manafest his power stone.\n levelcheck - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] vs dc3\n\nIf successful it deals damage - (3d6+5)[ 19 ] , DC12 fort save for half." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " oopscheck - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] vs dc 5" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 6 (cont) \n\nI move north and break LoS.\n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nI move to I 20.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:I20\nHawk Location: E25\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nScrolls Used: Invisibility\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Yemish Round 7\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYemish will move from G26 to F25->B25->A26. There he will drop his power stone as a free action and then fire his crossbow at the hawk. He will also expend his psionic focus to use psionic shot.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n damage - (3d6+3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nEnd of my turn. Probably need an LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 8\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 7/10, Prescience, Offensive 5/10\nLocation: A26\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "((Assuming no LoS))\n Tayalyn - Round 7 \n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \nMove Action: Draw scroll of Mirror Image.\nStandard Action: Cast Mirror Image.\n\nCLC - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] DC4\nImages - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:I20\nHawk Location: E25\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 14 Touch: 14 FF: 10\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Mirror Image\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nLoS re-established with Yemish in A26 who fired a bolt at and missed the hawk and Tayalyn in I20.\n\nTerran may redo his turn if wanted as it was done with the assumption of no LoS." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "FYI, the hawk is in E26.\n\nI'll keep my actions as is.\n\nYou're up BM, and btw, you see 4 of me. 😁" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "I'm pretty sure that even though I failed the CL check, that since I passed the wisdom check that the stone is still good. I'll bo operating under those assumptions.\n\nYemish will pick up his energy stone and try to manafest it again. The energy missle power can target up to 5 people no more than 15ft apart, so one missle will hit each Tayalyn.\n\n CLcheck - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] vs DC3\n damage - (3d6+5)[ 12 ] , Fort save DC12 for half\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 8\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 8/10, Prescience, Offensive 6/10\nLocation: A26\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nI'm sorry BigMac, but I disagree. As powerstones are directly related to scrolls, the rules for scrolls can be used.\n\nSo Quoteth the SRD:\n\n \n Originally Posted by scrolls \n Activating a scroll spell is subject to disruption just as casting a normally prepared spell would be. Using a scroll is like casting a spell for purposes of arcane spell failure chance. \n \n\nAs scroll use is subject to disruption (and therefore consumed as a spell is), a failed casting can be assumed to be a disruption. There was no mishap but the power is gone.\n\nFeel free to grab Jacob or Kyeudo if you disagree." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "From the 3.5 FAQ on wizards. If you don't sucessfully activate a scroll and make your wisdom check then the scroll is not used up. Since Power stone = scroll pretty much, I figure this is the same for power stones.\n\nIt is located on the 3.5 FAQ on this page.\n\n http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/faq \n\nOn page 54 under Scrolls." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nI stand corrected. I was going off of intuition via the SRD. Didn't know it was in the FAQ (which contradicts reason sometimes). But as we are using the tower shield rules out of the FAQ this should be no different.\n\nCarry on." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Lovely...a save or die...\n\n Fortitude - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n\nand we continue on..." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Tayalyn - Round 8 \n\nDraw a scroll.\nCast the spell from the scroll.\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nMage Armor\n \n\n\nMeanwhile, my hawk moves to B26 and attack Yemish.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Damage - (1d4-2)[ 0 ] \n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation:I20\nHawk Location: B26\nHP: 3/9\nAC: 18 Touch: 14 FF: 14\nScrolls Used: Invisibility, Mirror Image, Mage Armor\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Caltroups, Sonic Snap, Resistance, Flare (D)\nLevel 1 - Color Spray, Instant Diversion, Instant Diversion, Burning Hands (D)\nLevel 2 - Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray\n \n\n\nHawk Stats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTiny Animal\nHP -- 5/5\nAC -- 18 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +3 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 15\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 60 ft. (average)\nAttack/Full Attack: Talons +5 melee (1d4-2)\nLow Light Vision\nSaves: Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2\nAbilities: Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6\nSkills: Listen +4, Spot +16\nFeats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Move action to reload the crossbow, standard action to fire it at Tayalyn.\n\n attack - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n damage - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n\nEdit: I think that should do it. While your hawk could get an AoO, I don't think it can do 8hp to drop me before I fire the bolt.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 8\nAC 16\nEffects: Skate 9/10, Prescience, Offensive 7/10\nLocation: A26\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " \n\nall I needed was 1 win to get to level 2...🤢\n\nNice Match...\n\nWell...that's another Silver for Tayalyn..." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nAnd Yemish gets to join his old friend Red Moon in the level 2 ranks.\n\n Yemish wins and gains round rewards. " } ]
[ { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Welcome to the Game thread. Please post your character sheets here. After all four character sheets are posted then I will start the game.\n\nOOC thread can be found here: The Broken Gate [OOC] \n\nNOTE:\n\nAll images used in this campaign were found on openRPG web pages and webrings and they are assumed to be opensource. They were modified for this campaign. Or created by the thread author." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Balesgreen \n Elf Wizard 6 \n\nCharacter... \n Spoiler \n Size and Type: Medium Humanoid (Elf) \n Height and Weight: 5’ 2” 106 lbs \n Age: 163 \n Alignment: Lawful Neutral \n Experience: ?????? / 21,000 \n ECL: 6 \n Attributes \n STR ... 8 .. -1 .. [8 Base] \n DEX .. 15 .. +2 .. [13 Base +2 Racial] \n CON .. 12 .. +1 .. [14 Base –2 Racial] \n INT .. 16 .. +3 .. [15 Base +1 Lvl 4] \n WIS .. 10 .. +0 .. [10 Base] \n CHA .. 12 .. +1 .. [12 Base] \n Miscellaneous Statistics \n Hit Points: 23/23 [d4:4, d4:2, d4:2, d4:4, d4:3, d4:2] (+6 Con) \n AC (Normal): 12 [10 Base, +2 Dex] \n AC (Touch): 12 [10 Base, +2 Dex] \n AC (Flat-Footed): 10 [10 Base][ \n Initiative: +2 [+2 Dex] \n Base Attack Bonus: +2 [+2 (Wizard 5)] \n Speed (Land): 30 ft [30 Base] \n Weight Carried: 21.0025 lbs [0-26 (Light), 26.1-53 (Medium), 53.1-80 (Heavy)] \n Damage Reduction: 0 [Source - None] \n Spell/Power Resistance: 0 [Source - None] \n Saves \n Fortitude: +3 [+1 Con, +2 (Wizard 6)] \n Reflex: +4 [+2 Dex, +2 (Wizard 6)] \n Will: +5 [+0 Wis, +5 (Wizard 6)] \n Melee Attacks (+2) [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \n LongSword \nMelee +2, 1d8-1, (19-20/x2), (Slashing) [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \n Dagger \nMelee +2, 1d4-1, (19-20/x2), (Piercing or slashing) [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \n\nGrapple: +2 [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \nBullrush: +2 [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \nTrip: +2 [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \nSunder: +2 [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \n Ranged Attacks (+5) [+2 Dex +3 BAB] \n Light Crossbow \nRanged +5, 1d8, (19-20/x2), Range 80 ft, (piercing) [+2 Dex, +3 BAB] \n Special Attacks & Abilities \n Arcane Spells: Caster Level 6 \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n Feats \nSummon Familiar [Wizard 1] \nScribe Scroll [Wizard 1] \nAlertness [Familiar] \nStill Spell [Level 1] \nSilence Spell [Level 3] \nExtend Spell [Wizard 5] \nLeadership [Level 6] \n Languages \n Common, Elven, Draconic, Goblin, Orc\n\n Allies \n Spoiler \n Cohort – Gillygalore (Goblin Wizard 1) \n Goblin; Size/Type: Small Humanoid (Goblinoid);Hit Dice: 1d8+1 (5 hp); Initiative: +1; Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares); Armor Class: 15 (+1 size, +1 Dex, +2 leather armor, +1 light shield), touch 12, flat-footed 14; Base Attack/Grapple: +1/-3; Attack: Morningstar +2 melee (1d6) or javelin +3 ranged (1d4); Full Attack: Morningstar +2 melee (1d6) or javelin +3 ranged (1d4); Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.; Special Attacks: —; Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 ft.; Saves: Fort +3, Ref +1, Will -1; Abilities: Str 11, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 6; Skills: Hide +5, Listen +2, Move Silently +5, Ride +4, Spot +2; Feats: Alertness \n Familiar – Roland (Raven) \n Raven; Size/Type: Tiny Animal; Hit Dice: (1/4)d8 (1 hp); Initiative: +2; Speed: 10 ft. (2 squares), fly 40 ft. (average); Armor Class: 14 (+2 size, +2 Dex), touch 14, flat-footed 12; Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-13; Attack: Claws +4 melee (1d2-5); Full Attack: Claws +4 melee (1d2-5); Space/Reach: 2½ ft./0 ft.; Special Attacks: --; Special Qualities: Low-light vision; Saves: Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2; Abilities: Str 1, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 6; Skills: Listen +5, Spot +7; Feats: Alertness, Weapon Finesse\n \n \n\n Racial Abilities \n Spoiler \n \n +2 Dexterity, -2 Constitution. \n Medium: As Medium creatures, elves have no special bonuses or penalties due to their size. \n Elf base land speed is 30 feet. \n Immunity to magic sleep effects, and a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells or effects. \n Low-Light Vision: An elf can see twice as far as a human in starlight, moonlight, torchlight, and similar conditions of poor illumination. She retains the ability to distinguish color and detail under these conditions. \n Weapon Proficiency: Elves receive the Martial Weapon Proficiency feats for the longsword, rapier, longbow (including composite longbow), and shortbow (including composite shortbow) as bonus feats. \n +2 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks. An elf who merely passes within 5 feet of a secret or concealed door is entitled to a Search check to notice it as if she were actively looking for it. \n Automatic Languages: Common and Elven. Bonus Languages: Draconic, Gnoll, Gnome, Goblin, Orc, and Sylvan. \n Favored Class: Wizard. A multiclass elf’s wizard class does not count when determining whether she takes an experience point penalty for multiclassing \n \n \n\n Skills\n \n Spoiler \n ( + )Wizard Skills - \n Concentration (Con), Craft (Int), Decipher Script (Int), Knowledge (all skills, taken individually) (Int), Profession (Wis), and Spellcraft (Int). \n Level 1: Wizard (2 Base +2 Int) x 4 = 16 \n Level 2: Wizard (2 Base +2 Int) = 4 \n Level 3: Wizard (2 Base +2 Int) = 4 \n Level 4: Wizard (2 Base +3 Int) = 5 \n Level 5: Wizard (2 Base +3 Int) = 5 \n Level 6: Wizard (2 Base +3 Int) = 5 \n Skills: 39\n\n(Max Ranks - 9)\n{table]C\|Mod\|Skill\|Ranks\|Class\|CC\n \| 3 \|Appraise\| [0 Rank +3 Int] \|\|\n\| 2 \|Balance\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n\| 1 \|Bluff\| [0 Rank +1 Cha] \|\|\n\| -1 \|Climb\| [0 Rank -1 Str] \|\|\n + \| 10 \|Concentrate\| [9 Rank +1 Con] \| [9] \|\n + \| 5 \|Craft: Alchemy\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n + \| 4 \|Decipher Script\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n\| 1 \|Diplomacy\| [0 Rank +1 Chal] \|\n\| 1 \|Disguise\| [0 Rank +1 Cha] \|\|\n\| 2 \|Escape Artist\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n\| 3 \|Forgery\| [0 Rank +3 Int] \|\|\n\| 1 \|Gather Information\| [0 Rank +1 Cha] \|\|\n\| 0 \|Heal\| [0 Rank +0 Wis] \|\|\n\| 2 \|Hide\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n\| 1 \|Intimidate\| [0 Rank +1 Cha] \|\|\n\| -1 \|Jump\| [0 Rank -1 Str] \|\|\n + \| 8 \|Knowledge: Arcane\| [5 Rank +3 Int] \| [5] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Dungeoneering\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Geography\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: History (Ancient)\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Local\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Nature\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Nobility Royalty\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: The Planes\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: Religion\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n\| 4 \|Listen\| [0 Rank +0 Wis +2 Alertness +2 Racial] \|\|\n\| 2 \|Move Silently\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n\| 1 \|Perform\| [0 Rank +1 Cha] \|\|\n + \| 2 \|Profession: Shop Keeper\| [2 Rank +0 Wis] \| [1] \|\n\| 2 \|Ride\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n\| 5 \|Search\| [0 Rank +3 Int +2 Racial] \|\|\n\| 0 \|Sense Motive\| [0 Rank +0 Wis] \|\|\n + \| 14 \|Spell craft\| [9 Rank +3 Int +2 K:Arcane Synergy] \| [9] \|\n\| 4 \|Spot\| [0 Rank +0 Wis +2 Alertness +2 Racial] \|\|\n\| 0 \|Survival\| [0 Rank +0 Wis] \|\|\n\| -1 \|Swim\| [0 Rank -1 Str] \|\|\n\| 2 \|Use Rope\| [0 Rank +2 Dex] \|\|\n [/table]\n \n\n Gear \n Spoiler \n Worn / Carried \n ....2.0... Backpack (container)\n ...NONE... Scholar Outfit\n ....0.5... Belt pouch #1 (container)\n ....2.0... Spell Component Pouch\n ....4.0... Longsword\n ....1.0... Dagger\n ....4.0... Light Crossbow\n ....2.7... Bolts (27)\n ....1.0... Waterskin\n ....1.0... Unknown Wand\n ....0.0... Letter of recomendation\n\n\n Backpack (Main) \n ....3.0... Spell Book\n ....3.0... Spell Book (torn cover)\n\n Beltpouch #1 \n ....0.0625 Gem (worth 461)\n\n Gilly \n ....2.0... Backpack (container)\n ....7.5... Leather Armor\n ....2.5... Light Shield, Wooden\n ....3.0... Morning Star\n ....2.4... Arrows (16)\n ....3.0... Courtier's Outfit\n ...30.0... Rations, Trail (30)\n ....1.0... Sack, Empyty (2)\n ....1.0... Waterskin\n ....5.0... Rope, Silk 50'\n \n\n Accounting \n Spoiler \n Starting gold............................450\nScroll of Summon Swarm..................-150\nScroll of Touch of Idiocy...............-150\nScholars Outfit...........................-5\nBackpack..................................-2\nSpell Component Pouch.....................-5\nInn Stay (Room, Food, Drink)..............-5\nShortbow.................................-30\nArrows (20)...............................-1\nBackpack..................................-2\nRope, hempen 50 ft. (2)...................-2\nRations, Trail (3)........................-1.5\nWaterskin.................................-1\nTroll Lewt (1pp, 111gp, 32sp, 23cp).....+124.43\nCave Lewt (13gp, 15sp, 36cp).............+14.86\n1/2 Gem Payment..........................-99\n1 Week Stay at the Silver Steed..........-10.5\nSell Shortbow.............................15\nSell Rope..................................1\nLight Crossbow...........................-35\nBolts (30).\t..............................-3\nLong Sword...............................-15\nDagger....................................-2\nCourtier's Outfit (Gilly)................-30\nTrail Rations (30).......................-15\nRope, Silk...............................-10\nSack, Empty (2)...........................-0.2\nTorch (10)................................-0.1\nWaterskin.................................-1\nGilly Payment (Nesmee Day 1)..............-5\nTower Tour...............................-10\n\"Taken\" at the tower......................-7.99\n================================================\nbalance....................................0 \n \n\n Spell Book I \n Spoiler \n 0-Level Wizard Spells (Cantrips) \n Acid Splash: Orb deals 1d3 acid damage.\nArcane Mark: Inscribes a personal rune (visible or invisible).\nDancing Lights: Creates torches or other lights.\nDaze: Humanoid creature of 4 HD or less loses next action.\nDetect Poison: Detects poison in one creature or small object.\nDetect Magic: Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.\nDisrupt Undead: Deals 1d6 damage to one undead.\nFlare: Dazzles one creature (-1 on attack rolls).\nGhost Sound: Figment sounds.\nLight: Object shines like a torch.\nMage Hand: 5-pound telekinesis.\nMending: Makes minor repairs on an object.\nMessage: Whispered conversation at distance.\nOpen/Close: Opens or closes small or light things.\nPrestidigitation: Performs minor tricks.\nRay of Frost: Ray deals 1d3 cold damage.\nRead Magic: Read scrolls and spellbooks.\nResistance: Subject gains +1 on saving throws.\nTouch of Fatigue: Touch attack fatigues target. \n 1-Level Wizard Spells \n Animate Rope: Makes a rope move at your command.\nMagic Missile: 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5).\nMount: Summons riding horse for 2 hours/level.\nRay of Enfeeblement: Ray deals 1d6 +3 (+1/ two levels) Str damage. \n 2-Level Wizard Spells \n Hideous Laughter: Subject loses actions for 1 round/level.\nInvisibility: Subject is invisible for 1 min./level or until it attacks.\nKnock: Opens locked or magically sealed door.\nRope Trick: As many as eight creatures hide in extradimensional space.\nSummon Swarm: Summons swarm of bats, rats, or spiders.\nTouch of Idiocy: Subject takes 1d6 points of Int, Wis, and Cha damage. \n 3-Level Wizard Spells \n Dispel Magic: Cancels magical spells and effects.\nLightning Bolt: Electricity deals 1d6/level damage.\nRay of Exhaustion: Ray makes subject exhausted -6 Str -6 Dex.\nSecret Page: Changes one page to hide its real content. \n \n\n \n\n Gillygalore \n Goblin Wizard 1 \n\nCoHort (Work in progress) \n Spoiler \n Size and Type: Small Humanoid (Goblinoid) \n Height and Weight: 3'4\" (Small) \n Age: 19 \n Alignment: Lawful Neutral \n Experience: ??????/?????? \n ECL: 1 \n Attributes \n STR ... 8 .. -1 .. [10 Base –2 Racial] \n DEX .. 10 .. +0 .. [8 Base +2 Racial] \n CON ... 9 .. -1 .. [9 Base] \n INT .. 13 .. +1 .. [13 Base] \n WIS .. 12 .. +1 .. [12 Base] \n CHA ... 9 .. -1 .. [11 Base –2 Racial] \n Miscellaneous Statistics \n Hit Points: 3/3 [d4:4] (-1 Con) \n AC (Normal): 11 [10 Base, +0 Dex, +1 Size] \n AC (Touch): 10 [10 Base, +0 Dex] \n AC (Flat-Footed): 11 [10 Base, +1 Size][ \n Initiative: +0 [+0 Dex] \n Base Attack Bonus: +1 [+0 (Wizard 5), +1 Size] \n Speed (Land): 30 ft [30 Base Goblin] \n Weight Carried: ??.?? lbs [0-19 (Light), 20-39 (Medium), 40-60 (Heavy)] \n Damage Reduction: 0 [Source - None] \n Spell/Power Resistance: 0 [Source - None] \n Saves \n Fortitude: -1 [-1 Con, +0 (Wizard 1)] \n Reflex: +0 [+0 Dex, +0 (Wizard 1)] \n Will: +3 [+1 Wis, +2 (Wizard 1)] \n Melee Attacks (-1) [-1 Str, +0 BAB] \n Dagger (Small) \nMelee -1, 1d3-1, (19-20/x2), (Piercing or slashing) [-1 Str, +3 BAB] \n\nGrapple: -5 [-1 Str, +0 BAB, -4 Size] \nBullrush: -1 [-1 Str, +0 BAB] \nTrip: -1 [-1 Str, +0 BAB] \nSunder: -1 [-1 Str, +0 BAB] \n Ranged Attacks (+0) [+0 Dex +0 BAB] \n Light Crossbow (Small) \nRanged +1, 1d6, (19-20/x2), Range 80 ft, (piercing) [+0 Dex, +0 BAB] \n Special Attacks & Abilities \n Arcane Spells: Caster Level 1 \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Message \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Mount, Magic Missile \n Feats \nSummon Familiar [Wizard 1] \nScribe Scroll [Wizard 1] \nLeadership [Level 1] \n Languages \n Common, Goblin, Giant\n\n Allies \n Spoiler \n Familiar – Xyzarr (Toad) \n Toad; Size/Type: Diminutive Animal; HD: 1 (2 hp); Init: +1; Speed: 5 ft. (1 square); Armor Class: 15 (+4 size, +1 Dex), touch 15, flat-footed 14; Base Attack/Grapple: +0/-17; Attack: —; Full Attack: —; Space/Reach: 1 ft./0 ft.; Special Attacks: —; Special Qualities: Amphibious, low-light vision; Saves: Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +2; Abilities: Str 1, Dex 12, Con 11, Int 1, Wis 14, Cha 4; Skills: Hide +21, Listen +4, Spot +4; Feats: Alertness\n \n \n\n Racial Abilities \n Spoiler \n \n -2 Strength, +2 Dexterity, -2 Charisma \n Small size: +1 bonus to Armor Class, +1 bonus on attack rolls, +4 bonus on Hide checks, -4 penalty on grapple checks, lifting and carrying limits ¾ those of Medium characters. \n A goblin’s base land speed is 30 feet. \n IDarkvision out to 60 feet. \n +4 racial bonus on Move Silently and Ride checks. \n Automatic Languages: Common, Goblin. Bonus Languages: Draconic, Elven, Giant, Gnoll, Orc. \n Favored Class: Rogue. \n \n \n\n\n\n<<SKILLS HERE>>\n\n\n\n Gear \n Spoiler \n Worn / Carried \n ....2.0... Backpack (container)\n ...NONE... Scholar Outfit\n ....0.5... Belt pouch #1 (container)\n ....2.0... Spell Component Pouch\n ....4.0... Longsword\n ....1.0... Dagger\n ....4.0... Light Crossbow\n ....2.7... Bolts (27)\n ....1.0... Waterskin\n\n Backpack (Main) \n ....3.0... Spell Book\n\n Beltpouch #1 \n ....0.0625 Gem (worth 461)\n\n Gilly \n ....2.0... Backpack (container)\n ....7.5... Leather Armor\n ....2.5... Light Shield, Wooden\n ....3.0... Morning Star\n ....2.4... Arrows (16)\n ....3.0... Courtier's Outfit\n ...30.0... Rations, Trail (30)\n ....1.0... Sack, Empyty (2)\n ....1.0... Waterskin\n ....5.0... Rope, Silk 50'\n \n\n Accounting \n Spoiler \n Starting gold............................450\nScroll of Summon Swarm..................-150\nScroll of Touch of Idiocy...............-150\nScholars Outfit...........................-5\nBackpack..................................-2\nSpell Component Pouch.....................-5\nInn Stay (Room, Food, Drink)..............-5\nShortbow.................................-30\nArrows (20)...............................-1\nBackpack..................................-2\nRope, hempen 50 ft. (2)...................-2\nRations, Trail (3)........................-1.5\nWaterskin.................................-1\nTroll Lewt (1pp, 111gp, 32sp, 23cp).....+124.43\nCave Lewt (13gp, 15sp, 36cp).............+14.86\n1/2 Gem Payment..........................-99\n1 Week Stay at the Silver Steed..........-10.5\nSell Shortbow.............................15\nSell Rope..................................1\nLight Crossbow...........................-35\nBolts (30).\t..............................-3\nLong Sword...............................-15\nDagger....................................-2\nCourtier's Outfit (Gilly)................-30\nTrail Rations (30).......................-15\nRope, Silk...............................-10\nSack, Empty (2)...........................-0.2\nTorch (10)................................-0.1\nWaterskin.................................-1\nGilly Payment (Nesmee Day 1)..............-5\nTower Tour...............................-10\n\"Taken\" at the tower......................-7.99\n================================================\nbalance....................................0 \n \n\n Spell Book I \n Spoiler \n 0-Level Wizard Spells (Cantrips) \n Acid Splash: Orb deals 1d3 acid damage.\nArcane Mark: Inscribes a personal rune (visible or invisible).\nDancing Lights: Creates torches or other lights.\nDaze: Humanoid creature of 4 HD or less loses next action.\nDetect Poison: Detects poison in one creature or small object.\nDetect Magic: Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.\nDisrupt Undead: Deals 1d6 damage to one undead.\nFlare: Dazzles one creature (-1 on attack rolls).\nGhost Sound: Figment sounds.\nLight: Object shines like a torch.\nMage Hand: 5-pound telekinesis.\nMending: Makes minor repairs on an object.\nMessage: Whispered conversation at distance.\nOpen/Close: Opens or closes small or light things.\nPrestidigitation: Performs minor tricks.\nRay of Frost: Ray deals 1d3 cold damage.\nRead Magic: Read scrolls and spellbooks.\nResistance: Subject gains +1 on saving throws.\nTouch of Fatigue: Touch attack fatigues target. \n 1-Level Wizard Spells \n Animate Rope: Makes a rope move at your command.\nMagic Missile: 1d4+1 damage; +1 missile per two levels above 1st (max 5).\nMount: Summons riding horse for 2 hours/level.\nRay of Enfeeblement: Ray deals 1d6 +3 (+1/ two levels) Str damage. \n 2-Level Wizard Spells \n Hideous Laughter: Subject loses actions for 1 round/level.\nInvisibility: Subject is invisible for 1 min./level or until it attacks.\nKnock: Opens locked or magically sealed door.\nRope Trick: As many as eight creatures hide in extradimensional space.\nSummon Swarm: Summons swarm of bats, rats, or spiders.\nTouch of Idiocy: Subject takes 1d6 points of Int, Wis, and Cha damage. \n 3-Level Wizard Spells \n Dispel Magic: Cancels magical spells and effects.\nLightning Bolt: Electricity deals 1d6/level damage.\nRay of Exhaustion: Ray makes subject exhausted -6 Str -6 Dex.\nSecret Page: Changes one page to hide its real content. \n \n\n \n\nPost Template... \n Spoiler \n Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort -1\| Ref +0\| Will +3\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n [Round 7...] \nPostin...\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": " Calthoric Wintersbane \n \n Spoiler \n\nCalthroic ran at an unbelievable pace. His heart was pounding in his chest. Nimbly the young male ran through the woods dodging thick overgrowth and branches that seemed to reach out trying to impede his escape. Calthoric's clothes were becoming tattered and worn from his exertions.\n\nThe days seemed to pass at an unbelievable rate. The same thing day in and day out. Eating what can be found. Running for your life. Resting when you could not run no more. Repeating the cycle all over again. This was Calthoric's life for the past week. He could no longer hear the sounds of pursuit nor any of the hounds that had picked up his sent for ... for who knows how many times. His pace began to slow as he now trotted more than sprat through the woods. It was not long before the weary man found a well traveled road. Feeling tired yet secure he rested twenty paces to the south of it. No soon did his body slump to the moist earth did his mind drift into deep slumber.\n\nThe creaking of carriage wheels and a horses' whinny quickly woke Calthoric from his catatonic state. His hair was matted and a tiny pool of spittle gathered at the corner of his mouth. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he watched as the carriage slowly drifted down the path. 'An artisan?' he thought to himself. As the covered wagon approached and a better view of the driver could be had he realized that this carriage was not of the working class.\n\nMartel watched the road sluggishly. His mind dull with travel and wondered to more pleasant times. He was use to driving this road as he has done it more then one hundred times. He could do it blindfolded if he had to, yet today, something told him it was different. Nothing physically gave him this notion it was more a feeling. Then quickly a sharp pain formed in his temple. He reached for it origin then brought his hand back down. The blood was bright and the corners of his vision were becoming clouded. Blackness overtook him and he slumped in his seat as the reigns fell from his hand. Feeling the slack in the line the well trained horses followed what was taught. They stopped.\n\nCalthorics eyes opened wide amazed at the accuracy of the thrown stone. He quietly watched as the driver slumped over and the carriage came to a stop. A man dressed in regal gear came out of the carriage his face holding the expressions of puzzlement and concern. Calthoric yelled to the man and he twirled on his heels only to catch a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Springing quickly from his hiding spot Calthoric ran to the man pointing in the direction of the movement. The well dressed man turned once again on his heels a dagger pointed in Calthoric's direction.\n\n\"My lord...did you see them?\" Calthoric said panting. \"My shout must have startled them and the ran off. I saw the rock hit your driver.\"\n\nThe lord just looked at the scruffy looking male before him with a look of deep confusion. Glancing his gaze between Calthoric and the movement in the forest. \"I...uhh...yes...yes I did.\" The noble said not quite sure of exactly what he saw. He was not going to let a peasant see something he had not. \"Thank you for your assistance in chasing them off.\"\n\n\"But of course milord, though I am sure you would have been able to handle them easily by yourself.\" Calthoric lied. \"If i could beg the lord's pardon, perhaps you will allow me to escort to the nearest township?\" Again Calthoric gave him a practiced bow.\n\nThe Nobleman stared blankly at Calthoric not quite understanding what he was asking at first. When his senses finally grabbed him he merely nodded and pointed to the driver. \"He needs assistance wrap him with a bandage that can be found under the driver's seat and take the reigns. This road leads to a small rest stop. You can accompany me till we reach the Inn then I will see that Martel receives proper treatment.\" After stating his terms the lord returned to the back of the carriage leaving Calthoric to his stated tasks.\n\nCalthoric wrapped the man as best he could and took the reigns. Clumsily and rather poorly he drove the carriage down the road. A few curses came from the carriage as he drove it over a log instead of directing the beasts of burden around it. Or when he did not see the pot hole that was deeper then it should have been. Finally After a half a day's travel they reached the out of the way inn. A few hours longer then it should have taken.\n\n\"Watch the carriage as I secure room and board from the inn and hopefully find a cleric to tend to Martel.\" The nobleman said as he departed the carriage. Calthoric merely nodded with a smile as he watched him leave.\n\nAfter a decent amount of time had passed the nobleman returned with a priest dressed in a light blue robe. The cleric quickly attended the driver as the nobleman addressed Calthoric.\n\n\"I thank you for your assistance. This is for your troubles. May it lead you to your fortune.\" Calthoric bowed with a smile as he took the ten gold pieces from the man. Quickly Calthoric stood up and slung his back pack over his shoulder and walked off to the inn. Something in the motion of him putting on the backpack twinged in the nobleman's mind. Something about the back pack did not seem right...did he have a backpack? Then lord shrugged off his doubts. I...uhhhh...yes...yes he did.\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": "Bolvar Wyrmsayer\n \n Spoiler \n\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=10835 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " Rasellia Greenleaf " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Here is the start, I know that many of you do not have your characters done. However, I just wanted to get the game going. Feel free to start role playing your characters in the moment as you finish up your characters. We will not leave this scene until they are done.\n\n\nStart for Ayr (Thorael)\n\n \n Spoiler \n \nThe rain pours down upon Thorael head, he questions why his travel mate, Sen, insisted on traveling in this weather. He met Sen a year ago in the city of Nesmee far to the south. Sen was deeply knowledgeable and the elf quickly became fascinated with this halfbreeds (half-elf) stories of forgotten lore. They became fast friend and months back started upon a journey North, mostly financed by Thorael. The journey quickly became tiresome as Sen set a grueling pace. Now here they were in the midst of rain, fog, and mud.\n\nSNAP The wagon Thorael is riding on lurches forward and to the left the horses stop and Sen starts cursing at the horses. Thorael quickly realizes that the wagon wheel or axle must have broken.\n\nThorael feels a rush of air to his back and before he realizes what has happened he feels the mud in his face and his ears ringing. (5 dmg) There is an large fire where the wagon used to be and the horses scattering.\n\nThorael quickly picks himself up and looks around, his knapsack is next to him. Only a short distance away he sees one of the wagon guards lying on the ground a black arrow through his throat. Thorael bent down to see if this man...this friend...was still alive. Bile fills his mouth knowing this man never had a chance.\n\nThorael ears begin to clear and he can hear the sound of wolves or dogs in the near distance closing from the east, he does not see Sen, the fog and ran is getting thicker. Arrows hit the ground near his feet.\n\nBandits surround him out of the mist will bows and crossbows pointed at him. They hold his goblin companion with a noose around his neck. Thorael surrenders with the hope of escaping later.\n\nThe rain continues for days and he lays in the mud while the bandits play with his magical trinkets. His poor goblin companion is kept near the edge of death and as soon as he can walk again his is beaten down again. One night, Thorael sees his excape, he grabs the near dying Gilly and they flee into the misty rainy night. Gilly's blood soaks his clothing as he struggles to help this compainion live. After running for what seems like hours he can see the lightened windows of the Weeping Willow Inn. Thorael and his goblin companion enter soaked, covered in mud, and blood. \n \n\n\n[Chu, Finn, & Wildboy]\n\n You have been waylaid by the rain and mud which has lasted for almost a week. A small river runs down the wagon path outside the Weeping Willow Inn. You find yourself one of three guests staying here. You fill the boredom with stories and ale and quickly become friends.\n\nThese have been hard times, many have taken to adventuring with the hope of making some more money. Your purses are low and you hope the rain will clear soon, however, for the time you are enjoying hot food, a nice bed, good company and plenty of ale.\n\nThe stories continue into the night knowing there is no point to heading to bed soon until the roads dry out a bit. The hours grow longer and then with a BANG the door flies open and a short man (maybe an elf) comes in dripping wet, covered in mud and blood carrying in a bloody goblin. The elf falls to his knees from exhaustion and gently places the goblin on the floor. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The Weeping Willow Inn\nMap behind Spoiler \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nThe Characters\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": "Rasellia was staring at her reflection in her mug of ale; how she had cleaned up from the mess she stumbled in as but a few days before. Her right arm on the table, clenching her fist occasionally as she recalled the events of that day.\n\nShe's broken from her self-reflecting at the commotion at the front of the inn. Her thin eyebrows rise in surprise at the picture before her. Getting up from her seat, she hurriedly walked over to the sprawled-out humanoids, looking from one to the other. After a momment, she addresses the apparent elf. \"What... what happened?!\"\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": "Bolvar sees the man stumble in. He stands up from his table and and follows Rasellia over. He sees the blood on the man and goblin, \"You know, after defeating would-be maruding goblins, you don't normally care them around with you.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \n Glancing around at the gathering crowd, the elf, mouth agape raises a quizzical eyebrow. \" Maruading goblins? Where?...ah \". A smug look of understanding comes over his face as he represses a bit of a chuckle. Wincing in pain, his left hand reactively comes to his left side. Grimacing a bit, he addresses the questions thrown at him. \" No, no my simple simple farmer man. This is my consigliere Gillygalaore. I, of course, am Thorael of Baelsgreen. I assure you the bandits which overtook us were quite... human. \" Thorael begins to tend the wounds of his fallen servant then looks up at the woman \" As far as what happened, that is a tale left for when companions are no longer at death's door I'm afraid. If it's not too much trouble, you could make yourself useful. Fetch some warm water. Some towels. The proprietor of this... umm... establishment perhaps? \". " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \nThe barkeep, an older man, sat up as commotion continued near the door. \"How long have I been asleep?\" he wondered to himself. Slowly sliding off his stool he approached the elf huddled by the bleeding goblin. \"You be needing me elf?\" \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table]\n \n\nRasellia raises her eyebrows; attacking bandits, wounded... or possibly dead comrades. She wouldn't let the helplessness that had plagued her for the past few days claim any more victims. \"Here, I can help...\" She looked dubiously between the goblin and the elf. \"If you say he's your companion... then I guess he's to be trusted.\" Placing a hand somewhat gingerly on the unconcious goblin, she mumbled a soft prayer, a soft white glow emanating from between her fingertips.\n\n Casting Cure Light Wounds:\n (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": "Bolvar lets out a small gasp at seeing healing magic used. He quickly recovers from his shock. He mumbles to himself \"I will never get used to seeing that stuff.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\" Ahh... a healer. How um.. quaint. Let me guess, an intrepid band of adventurers? Back from your most recent Quest or Expedition? Slay any Dragons of late have we? Your actions have shown great kindness. And though I am loath to be in anyones debt, I am in yours.\nPlease, both of you... let us get a table, and if you would hear it, i'll tell you of the events which lead to my walking through this door. \"\n\nThorael gets to his feet, and then helps Gilly up. After a couple of exchanged words in what can only be presumed as goblin, the mage addresses the waiting innkeeper. \" I'll need a room for the night for myself and my valet here. A bottle of wine and a hot meal brought to that table there, and a word with your local constabulary about this bandit activity. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|[roll]1d20+4[/roll]\|Listen\|[roll]1d20+4[/roll]\nSpellcraft\|[roll]1d20+13[/roll]\|K:Arcane\|[roll]1d20+8[/roll]\nMisc\|[roll]1d20[/roll]\|Misc\|[roll]1d20[/roll][/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The old man looks confused, maybe it is the large words, maybe having a goblin as a manservant, maybe he is hard of hearing, maybe it is just because he finds it easier to pretend to be dumb, you might never know. He finally smiles and nods. \n\n\"Tis, 2 gold per night for single room, 5 for larger room. Supper is 5 silver per platter but you'll have to slip me a few extra silver for the beatin' I'll get from the old lady for rousing her at this hour. Ale be 3 copper per mug and a bottle of wine be 12 gold. I be sorry sir that there be no law around these lands.\"\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \nThorael returns the Innkeepers confused stare with one of his own. \" Did i not just tell you, mere moments ago that i was beset upon by Bandits? 12 gold indeed for wine. Looks like it will be ale tonight. Single room, 1 Gold for your beating, and another 2 to ensure that we don't go thirsty this evening. \" Taking a seat at one of the tables, Thorael waits for those interested in his tale to join him. Gilly stands just behind and to the right of his Master.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The old man shuffles down the hall. You hear cursing and an old woman come out on the heals of the innkeeper. She does not look happy as she bangs into the kitchen door still cursing. Soon, however, you smell the aroma of steak grilling as the innkeeper brings over some fresh mugs of ale. After a few more moments re returns with plates filled with steak, potatoes, and greens and then sits down with the group, smiles, and waits for the tale to begin. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table]\n \n\nRasellia frowns at the perceived sarcasm, standing back up and dusting off her knees. \"You're mistaken. The only relation I have with anyone in this room is just that - I'm in the same room as them. I only came here the day before yesterday, and under circumstances no better than your own.\" She shrugs and sighs, walking over to the table, but not sitting down. \"I'm just trying to help.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "OOC - please read:\n \n Spoiler \nGive me a heads up in OOC thread when you are ready for the plot to start advancing (i.e., characters/background stories are ready to start)\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": "Bolvar moves to the table, and has a seat. \"I agree with the pretty lady. We have nothing in common besides where we are now. But don't let that stop you from your tale. I want to hear an epic story of how you just defeated 30 bandits on your way here.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[rollv]1d20[/rollv]\|spot[rollv]1d20[/rollv] [/table]\n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper sits back in the chair and waits for the epic tale to begin. He slowly nurses the ale as he silently listens. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \nThorael looks wearily at the man come to join him. \" I never said there were 30... although there were a great multitude. 30 sounds about right. How is it that you know so much about this bandit cadre... friend ? \" The mage's hand instinctively goes to his belt only to find his favorite dagger, no where to be found. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]Calthoric watched the rain fall from his Rooms window. He has not left his room for a few days since the Nobleman has dropped him off at this inn. After secure in the feeling the lord has left he dressed in his regal gear and went about his primping and pruning of himself. Calthoric was if anything after all, vein about his appearance. After his third look in the mirror satisfied he was looking his best he traveled down to the tavern part of the inn.\n\nCalthoric was caught with mild surprise as an elf clutched closely a goblin to him, both bloodied yet seem to be taken care of by a handful of would do gooders. Why anyone would clutch a goblin with any kind of caring was beyond his understand but then again the company Calthoric had to keep at times were not that favorable as well.\n\nThe bartenders eyes widened with a pleasurable look as Calthoric approached him. He cloths had both a form fitting and comfortable look. His bright colors of Blue with inlaid gold trim at the seems of his clothing stuck out well among the current patrons of the bar. A crest, also of blue and gold on his tunic displayed the image of a great predator bird, possibly a hawk clutching a delicate rose in its talons. He walk seemed well practiced and of one that had common dealings with royalty. He sat with perfect posture and order a bottle of wine telling the barkeep to deliver it to the gentleman that had recently changed his order, as well as a glass of wine and a plate of hot food for himself. Calthoric remains facing the bar but is strictly focused on the conversation of the table speaking of bandits and unsurmountable odds.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI already took 12 gp off for the bottle of wine let me know how much for the glass and some food\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|[roll]1d20+7[/roll]\|Listen\|[roll]1d20+7[/roll][/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper raises from the bench at Calthoric request returning with a bottle of fine wine which he places be fore Thoeal with an empty goblet. He brings out another heaping plate of food for Calthoric with a goblet of wine. He then attempts to make eye contact with the other guests, in hopes that he will not have to get up again, before settling back down on the bench. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table]\n Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \"Goblins, you say..?\" She frowned, lowering her gaze as she thought for a moment. No, it can't be the same group... Still, the knowledge that there was yet another victim of banitry in these woods made her blood boil, but she remains silent as to listen to the newcomer's tale. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \n Convinced that the blank stare from the burly human is not a masterful bluff, but truely a lack of comprehension, Thorael relaxes a bit. \" My dear sweet simple girl, there were no goblins, other than Gilly of course, and he was on the receiving end of the banditry as it were. The bandits were, for the most part, human. Your healing act was most helpful. No need to feel insecure that its only divine magic which you can conjure. There is no shame in requiring the assistance of a divine being in order to be useful. Please, join us. \" The wizard takes from the bottle of wine set before him, and fills the goblet. Handing it to Gilly, the goblin takes a sip. Brief moments pass, and convinced that the goblin is indeed still alive and unharmed, Thorael takes back the goblet, and raises it to the gentleman at the bar. \" You sir... are welcome to join us as well. Before i begin, i must insist upon introductions. As i have mentioned previously... I am Thorael of Baelsgreen. This is Gillygalore my humble consigliere and valet. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|[roll0]\|Listen\|[roll1][/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n Shame? What is he... Shaking her head to ward off any suspicions, she nods in response to the elf's self-introductions. \"My name is Rasellia Greenleaf, a Chosen Protectorate, and I'm unsettled by how similar our situations are, Thorael.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]Finishing most of the food that was brought to him and looking at his plate that still contained half its helpings. \"Keep the food was excellent as well as the wine. I am regretably unable to finish your ample portions. Please dispose of this.\" Calthoric nods his thanks to the barkeep and looks over his shoulder. Moving from his place at the bar he approaches the table of four. Bowing slightly, a moved he has seen many times during his time as a stable boy and has practiced repeatedly. He flashes a lavish grin as he speaks to the group. \"Greetings milady Greenleaf and Thorael of Baelsgreen as well as guests of the table that I do not know. My name is Calthoric Wintersbane, A pleasure to meet you all. Do continue with your tale of how you escaped such an opposing force. You do not strike me as one that can deal with 30 bandits all of your own.\" Flashing an obviously disgusted look to the goblin. \"Even with the aid of your... companion \" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|[roll0]\|Listen\|[roll1][/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 18 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 14 ](14) \|spot (1d20)[ 1 ](1) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar seems to have been zoning out, thinking about how the rain reminds him of his home. He snaps back to attention. \"Sorry, all these names get confusing. I am Bolvar Wyrmsayer. I am a traveling the world. I have seen many acts of banditry. They never do anything by themselves. When there is one, there is thirty!\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8-1\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \n\" Very good... and so it began. Nearly a year ago i found myself in Nesmee. It was a sunny day, and... \" Thorael looks around at the gathered crowd. \" You know, perhaps the abridged version. Three days ago, myself, my companion Sen, and Gilly with a small contingent of guards were making ourselves northward. The rain and fog were thick. >CRACK< the wagon lurched, and threw me free. When i came to, i was surrounded and Gilly in a noose. Sen no where to be found. For two days we were beaten. Mostly Gilly. All of my gear taken. My magical artifacts. The coin that we had acquired over the last year of trading and mercantiling in Nesmee. Then, last night... i think it was night, regardless, something happened. It sounded as if there was some kind of battle. In the chaos, i was able to slip away from my captor. I managed to recover one of my spell books, some components, a small pouch of coin, and of course Gilly. As we made our way through the trees, i could see several of the tents ablaze. I was hopeful, but then... i heard the distinct victory cheer come from the camp. As fast as i could, i dragged Gilly until i came upon a road, which inevitably lead me here.\" The wizard, catching Gilly rolling his eyes, clears his throat and then takes a drink from his goblet before he continues. \"So... i understand there is no Law in these parts. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \"No... that certainly seems to be the case. I, too, was beset upon by a band of marauders, though who or what, I don't know. I protecting a missionary which was travelling south through these woods. Myself and my comrades are...\" she pauses, face screwing up in apparent anger and frustration. \"..that is, WERE able warriors, most of us blessed with divine powers. And in the black of night, we were ambushed, our wagons set alight. All of my things, and more importantly, all of my friends were either cut down or burned to death in the chaos... I was the only one who survived, and I managed to wander here with naught but the armour and weapons strapped to me...\" \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nListening to the tale told by Thorael and sipping from his wine Calthoric almost spits out a mouth full of wine at the mention of no law. Mentally he almost screamed with jubilation. He quickly recovers himself from his quick slip and listens now to the female speaking. Another bandit raid how odd Calthoric frowns towards the two regaling their tales.\n\n \"What tales of woe and treachery. It is to be thankful that though scathed, you are both in fact alive from you misfortunes. That in itself is something to be joyous over.\" Calthoric gives a wary smile to the two and looks to the third expecting that he too has happened on misfortune. There is opportunity here, Calthoric can feel it. If he can bring this people at the table to travel together he could most assuredly increase his odds. He lifts his glass to the group.\n\n \"To life, it is better then the alternative. May we all survive our unfortunate destinies of our past and future and become better because of it.\" Calthoric looks to Thorael. \"Now you were speaking of this places lack of law. How did you come about that conclusion and how far do you think it is to the nearest establishment with any kind of law?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 26 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper sighs, then replies to Calthoric's question. \"There has been little law in these parts since the Nesmee knights stopped sending patrols. Many of the small villages have built up militias but they do little outside of protecting their own gates. Many of the villages benefit indirectly from the banditry, if their militia is strong then the bandits will not attack their homes and they can trade with travelers, who are most likely bandits, for goods at low prices.\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 7 ](7) \|spot (1d20)[ 8 ](8) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"So what is to be done? We can sit here and discuss how unfortunate the world is forever. Mere words will not change anything. Only the strong can change the world. If you REALLY feel sorry for your loses and the loses of others, take action.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric nods in agreement with Bolvar. \"Spoken like a true man of action. I do, however, disagree that only the strong can change the world. Many abilities are able to change matters. The strong merely change them through more visible means.\" He gives a slight smile to the barbarian as he looks to the rest of the group. \"Though it would seem that a few of our personalities do not coincide with one another.\" He pauses and looks to Thorean for emphasis. \"From what little I have seen our abilities seem to be able compliment each other well. Thorean with is ability to twist the world with the help of the arcane arts. Bolvar with his strength. And of course...\" Calthoric flashes a lavish smile. \"Rasellia with her ability to heal and the faith of her divine aid. It seems only common sense that we would travel together and allow our cohesiveness aid our journey's safely. All that being said there is still the slight matter of to where, yes it seems two of the four...errr...five. Gives an disapproving look the goblin. \"Would like to seek revenge on the bandits that have so boldly assaulted them, but to what end. Perhaps the reason the patrols have stopped would be a better use of our time. Or journeying to other townships and determining their status would be a wiser course of action and use of our time. This all, of course, is moot, if we decide that banding together is unwise. What say ye?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper nods in agreement with Calthoric's noble speech before taking a log swig of his ale. The innkeepers wife, the cook, comes out from behind the kitchen door, obviously over hearing your conversation. She frown and then smirks with a toothless grin and replies. \" Tis not what you think, it is beyond mere bandits, I have seen it in the bones.\" The innkeeper stands looking embarrassed and replies , \" They don't want to hear your stories you crazy woman, get back in the kitchen, you are scaring the guests again.\" Acts as if she does not hear and continues, \" You are partially right noble, there are others who can change things, the Fated . Might you wish your fortunes known? For a mere 10 gold?\" The innkeeper now shouting \" Why woman do you scare the guests so? \" Now turning to you he replies, \" I'm sorry, she is a little off her rocker.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]A scowl crosses Calthoric's face, the kind only nobility can give when interrupted by a perceived lower class, as he stares hard at the couple that started to bicker. \"Keep on the contrary I would be most interested in what you lovely...\" Choking on the word he continues. \"Wife has to say. However there is a time and a place for everything and currently we are discussing if traveling together is feasible. I will call to you when I am in need of your assistance. In the mean time.\" Calthoric once again looks expectantly to the gathering seated at the table before him.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 10 ](10) \|spot (1d20)[ 7 ](7) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nWhen bolvar sees the barkeep and woman fighting, a dark look passes over his face. \"Barkeep, you should cherish what you have in this world while its in this world. Things often slip away, leaving only mysteries behind.\" Bolvar turns to the woman. \"You talk like you are a wise woman, or whatever your people call it. Come now, what do the spirits whisper to you?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8-1\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n \n \nThe Red Robed Mage looks at Rasellia, Calthoric, then Bolvar. He watches interestingly as the Inn keeper and his wife bicker. He looks amused as she offers her services as a seer. When a lul presents itself in the chaos, he addresses each in turn. \" Rasellia, it is true that our stories bear a remarkable resemblance. As our party was bested, and wagons set ablaze, it is no surprise that you and your company fell to these ruffians. I hope that your fallen companions rest peacefully with whatever divine beings aided them with their purpose in life. \" A sincere smile comes over his face, as he raises his goblet in salute of the deceased. \" Calthoric, i know not what you speak of in regards to personalities. It is clear that you are of some import... some noble birth which has meaning to these humans. I suggest you put aside what ever prudjudices you speak of and work together with these lesser humans. They may surprise you. Take Bovar here. Bovar, you surprise me. Action is what i had in mind. Action is what i propose. Your ability to pick up on the most basic of inference and inunedo shall be a boon in the battle to come. If i am being in anyway unclear, allow me to rephrase. I accept your offer to join forces. It sounds as if you will need all the help you can get. \" Thorael takes another draught from his goblet, and then refills it from the bottle. \" Now, old woman... your wine was... adequate. Your steak...well it didn't kill me, which is a plus. Your hearing is apparently... aweful, as i mentioned. I was beset by bandits. 10 gold for a fortune... 10 gold is a fortune. It appears, however, that Bovar is interested in your... skills. Lets see if you can do any better reading the bones, than you did grilling the meat hewn from them. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] [/table]\n \n Nature Check (1d20+4)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The old lady grins a toothless grin and moves forward taking out a bag from under her robe. \"Fortunes I will give for gold, give me the gold skeptic elf and I will read your friends tale.\" A face of horror comes over the innkeepers face but he keeps quiet. As she draws nearer, you feel a chill down your back.\n\n [OOC:Spoiler for Ayr]\n \n Spoiler \n As she draws closer, you see that she has slightly pointed ears, her skin is much paler than most humans. You suspect that she might not be totally human [Knowledge: nature check needed]. \n \n\n\n[ooc: another spoiler for Ayr & wild]\n \n Spoiler \nYou believe that she is part orc; however, you guess that she is less than 1/4 orc.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \n Rasellia's thin eyebrows raise at the mage's apparent change of attitude. Listening to the others, doubt brewed around inside of her. Revenge wasn't going to bring her friends back... but it would at least prevent those monsters from doing the same thing to other innocents - though she didn't know exactly how \"innocent\" this elf and goblin were. \"I would accompany you, Thorael. The blood I've spilt in defence will be doubled in retribution. However...\" She gazes at the two humans, Burly and Snooty. \"Calthoric, and... Bolvar, was it?\" she gives the \"L\" some emphasis, giving a sidelong glance to the elf. \"What reasons do you two have to dirty your hands in a task such as this? Safety in numbers, yes, but more safety in an inn, I would think.\"\n\n At the mention of fortune-telling, she covers a scoff. \"As I said, Miss, I barely have enough coin to keep me here, were I so inclined to subscribe to superstition.\"\n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The old lady crackles at Rasellia's comment. \" Tis fine if you do not believe in superstition, for what you call superstition believes in you.\" \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]Calthoric let's out a slight sigh as what he feared would happen with the woman's rude outburst takes place. It will be hard to deal with this group they are easily distracted and they do not listen well. Unfortunately there is no alternative. He watches the barbarian deal with the witch hag and shrugs turning to the others sitting at the table. He nods appreciatively to Thoreal for his answer then turns his attention to Rasellia. \"My dear lady. I did not state, nor do I have any interest in joining you quest for vengeance. I think it is fool hardy and short sighted. I empathize with you loss however I do not think you rushing through every bandit camp you can find will be productive nor turn out to your liking. I seek the company of you all because you seem for the most part able to handle yourselves well and one such as myself would be a target of many if I traveled alone. If you wish to honor your fallen friends perhaps you should seek the council of your deity and ask him or her for direction. I doubt vengeance will be their response. Though joining with the proposed party you may nonetheless, either directly or indirectly affect those that have assaulted you. Of course it is your decision but perhaps if you would settle your mind for a moment and loose the anger you most deservedly feel you might see the benefits of the joined union.\" Calthoric looks to the hag and the barbarian. \"And what say you Bolvar? Do you prefer solitude to the security of numbers. You seem one that is tactically sound and can easily see the advantages to the proposed union.\" \n\nCalthoric shifts a bit as he stands waiting. Patiences not his stronger suit but he is managing to keep it from showing. Thank the luck that I paid attention to those dullable conversations of the aristocrats. I just hope I can remember every detail. One slip and ...don't even think about it Calthoric. he reminds himself and quickly shakes the thought from his head. The endless babbling to get to the point is going to drive me mad eventually though. \n\nNature Check\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Wildboy \n Knowledge Nature (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 26 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 2 ](2) \|spot (1d20)[ 19 ](19) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\n\nBolvar looks at the group. \"What reason do I have for wanting to fight bandits? Those with strength should use it help others. If you simply sit back and watch bad things occur when you can stop them, you are just as guilty as causing them. I have strength, I can see bad things happening, those I must at least try to stop them.\" \n\nBolvar turns to the innkeep's wife. \"I will have my fortune told. Its been far to long since I have heard the words of the spirits.\" \n\nBolvar takes out his coin pouch and starts counting 10 coins. After two restarts in counting, he finally reaches 10 coins. He probably only reached 10 because that is every coin he has, and he is just hoping that it is in fact 10 coins. He hands the coins to the woman." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \n She scowls at the flashily-dressed human. \"I didn't ask for your help in my task. Whether or not you think it's \"wise\", or \"short-sighted\", vengeance will be had, with or without helping hands.\" She looks to Bolvar and Thorael and gives a hint of a smile. \"Though the help that has thus far been, presumably, offered will be gladly accepted.\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \nThe old hag smiles and replies, \"I would gladly tell ye fortune Bolvar...\" She takes your coins and then she shakes the contents of her bag out into her hand and clutches the contents close to her. She bites her hand and lets the blood run into her clenched fist before dropping the contents onto the table before Bolvar. The small irregular shaped bones fall out in a patter before him still dripping with blood. She gasps and shakes her head and replies, \" The bones speak of death, for I have rolled for you the sign of death. I not know what side of death you are on, the giving or receiving. But wait, there is something else here, I see another, there is one lying in between life and death , a voice calling out to you. Part of her still lives, trapped in between, lost but not forgotten. Careful you must be, for the bones speak of death rapped up in this voice, this being you love, who is trapped in between. Any questions Bolvar?\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 14 ](14) \|spot (1d20)[ 2 ](2) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar lets out a strangled gasp. He stares at the ceiling for a few seconds before speaking. \"I see we have no mere charlatan here. Thank your for your insights. I don't know where to go in this world, but I will continue my search.\" Bolvar becomes much firmer in his speach now. \"My path has become a little more clear. The bones speak of death? I shall certianly be on the giving side. For the only death they can speak of is those of these bandits!\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The hag lets out a sigh, \"You may not know where to go, but fate does, you will weave down the right path; hopefully you will not get too lost along the way, or take too many wrong paths.\" She looks around, \"Any more fortunes to read? or questions you would like to ask the fates? For a mere 10 gold your friend got answers from the dead.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric stares at Rasellia for a moment with a blank stare and a slight sigh. Then turns his attention to the hag and pulls out a sack laden with coin. Pulling out 35 gold pieces Calthroic sets the gold in front of the hold women with a lavish smile. \"Apparently milady superstition and trust in the fates have more support then tactics. If you could be so kind and give the fortunes to the rest of us so we may equally seek our paths as Bolvar has. He flashes a doubting smile to the old woman but one that has a hint of resignation.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The hag chuckles, \"Fortunes, fortunes, fortunes, you seek....we will see where the bones fall for you. 35 gold is more than enough, I will even give the servant his fortune for the extra five.\" and snatches up the coins \n \n She gathers up the bones and stands before Calthoric. The bones fall on to the table in front of him. \"Ohhh, this is interesting, the bones show the fool, and that you are more than one man. You are not the man that stands before us are you? You are scared of your past, a past that you cannot escape from. Your past will haunt you until you it catches up with you. When your past catches you, you will die, however, death can be a transformation. You will change, hopefully not to ashes. Any questions?\" \n She Gathers up her bones, moves to Thorael and then scatters the bones before him. \"The sage...no wait, its almost the sage, just one bone short. Hmmm, you wish to be wise but you fear you are not, you have splendor and power but not always wisdom. You are greedy for knowledge but realize that it is all you have. Walk slowly mage, for even your extra years will not give you the knowledge you seek if you do not find the right path. Any questions?\"\n\n Next she moves to Rasellia and drops the bones on the table before her. \"Oh the lover. You are or were in love. Love that has caused you to get to this place. Unrequited love. You are lonely, tired, confused, lost. You find yourself here, alone once more. You have become filled with bitterness which is turning into to hate, which fills you with dread for you fear hate. Tread carefully healer, find your own healing before you become consumed by your hate. Any questions?\" \n\nFinally, she stands before Gully drops the bones and says in goblin,\n \n Spoiler \n \"Oh the betrayer, betrayer of what? Your people, your friends, you master? You have and will betray, you are lost in your betrayal, a lonely servant longing to be the master. You should be careful in the company you keep. Any questions?\" \n \n \n \nGully shakes his head. The hag waits for your reply.\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric flashes a slight smile and a subtle wink to the old woman. He listens intently as she reveals the fortunes of all those seated at the table masking well any emotions that he had of the various readings. \"Very interesting prophet but mostly useless. You told us nothing that I am sure we each did not already know. Your prophecies can easily be used to justify almost any action we take.\" Calthoric jiggles the bag, the sound of colliding coin muffled inside of it. \"Perhaps payment for information instead? Payment of course made after I have heard it and determined its worth. Tell us more of the increased bandit activity, perhaps where to find the ladies bandits so she may enact her revenge, or if you cant tell us any of that a direction to travel to where those answer can be had.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8-1\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n\n Thorael rolls his eyes in a grand gesture as he breaks into a partial chuckle. \" Well that was insightful. A goblin who travels with elves... the Betrayer. A traveling elf, wizard by garb, the Sage... though still seeking wisdom. The Nobleman, alone in the wilderness, without contingent... wants to be something he's not. Cranky, though mildly attractive woman healer.... love lost. Brawny fighter... death, his or someone else's. These are all extraordinary leaps of intuition. I am absolutely floored by this demonstration of Orcish Witchcraft. \" The mage shakes his head, still smiling as he turns to Calthoric. \" I'm sure glad that wasn't my money... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Skeptic Elf, your sight deceives you. For a price, I can scry the bandit camp and show you the path. Right here right now you will see the path to follow. How much would you pay for that? However, I will need blood from one who will walk the path with you for the scrying to work.\"\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \n She remains silent during her reading, not showing much thought or care for her results. Her eyes, however, flash with anger as Calthoric once again jingles his coinpurse. \"You disgust me, nobleman; you think money can solve all your problems, buy you friends.\" She turns to the fortune-teller, a stern look on her face. \"Madam, I mean you no disrespect; you and your husband have given me shelter - if for a price - these past few days. But please, I don't believe in your fortune-telling, so could you please leave me out of your swindling?\" She takes a swig of her ale, scowling. \"I haven't the time nor the money for it...\" Looking to Thorael, she stretches a bit. \"Are we going or what?\"\n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \nThe hag gasps as Rasellia's comment , \" I am no swindler and fortune-telling is nothing to believe or not believe in. I do not insult you for your beliefs healer.\" Turning back to Calthoric she smiles and says, I will give you your scrying for free, just to show the nonbeliever in your midst.\" Her eyes flash to Thorael but not Rasellia's. She grabs from under her robe a dark flask and spills it over the table. You smell blood, stale blood. A few drops splash on each of your hand and they lightly burn. She takes her hand over the pool of blood on the table and speaks words long forgotten. The black substance starts to waver from within and spiral with colors, however the pool does not move. You can now see clearly in the pool the Inn. \"here you are, I will show you the path.\" The view in the pool moves south, through the bushes and soon a path emerges and continues flows south. Soon a river is seen with a rope bridge, still continuing south then a rocky area were you can see a cave opening. She looks confused. \" I cannot seem to see into the cave, there is magic there blocking me. Beware, of magic there. You have now seen the route to their hiding place. Good Luck\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n\n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\nhp:15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \|+1 Dagger\|dmg: 1d4-1\| Ranged Atk \|+4 Longbow\|dmg: 1d8-1\n SV\|Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table] \n \n\n \n Thorael now looks intrigued. \" Perhaps you yet have some skill woman. Your gold may not have been completely wasted Calthoric. \" The wizard contemplates that which he has just seen. After a moment he turns to Rasellia. \" You may wish to consider...relaxing a bit. As i understand it, nobles in your lands do not typically show great generosity. If your High Lord over there wishes to finance our expedition, are you not bound by some code, or fealty, honorable something or other to accept? \" Looking now at Bolvar \" What do you make of all this Bolvar? \"\n \nOOC: \n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm looking to identify what possibly could be blocking the scry attempt, perhaps the magic she used or what ever you want to give me here.\n\nSpellcraft (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \nK:Arcane (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nMisc (1d20)[ 2 ] \n \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "OOC for Ayr\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou have a few logical ideas of what has happened with the scrying. First, it could be a dead magic zone and the scrying falling short. Secondly, it could be blocked by a privacy spell if a mage knew that one might look in on them. Finally, lots of magic in the area might have disrupted the spell from accomplishing the task.\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \n Giving the elf a look that suggested bewilderment, the half-breed followed it up with one of disgust and repugnance. \"Why would I owe a showy aristocrat like that any form of obligation? My only allegiance lies with God, and the priesthood which worships Him. My current course of action is clear; to punish those who have acted against my order, and therefore God, with or without help.\" Turning to the hag, her look softens to one of begrudging respect. \"And while I meant no initial slight against you, scryer, it seems I was wrong about your abilities. For that I apologize.\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 4 ](4) \|spot (1d20)[ 15 ](15) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar shurgs his shoulders. \"Magic is like relying on the weather. Sometimes its good, sometimes not. I will leave the magic up to you and our healer lady. We have been shown where to go. If you think its valid magic, lets not waste time arguing over petty ideals. Lets strike before the bandits have another chance to make sad stories for travlers.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]Calthoric watches the exchange between Rasellia and the old woman. A half smile crossed his lips. I noticed she did not bother to thank me, let her have her pride. He shrugs off the thought. \"You are right milady. Money cannot solve all one's problems nor can it buy friends, though at times it can buy loyalty. It did seem,though, to get you the information and direction you wished to have.\" He looks to Thoreal with a smile. \"My elven friend I do not wish to fund this expedition though I would not mind the company during any travels that take place and, of course if the opportunity arises, to expand my own coffers.\" He trails off mumbling something about freedom and heads in the direction of his room in the back. \"I shall attire into more worthy traveling cloths. If you will all excuse me a moment. He bows slightly to the group and continues heading to his room to prepare for travel. He stops abruptly and turns to the group. \"Or shall we wait till the morning and begin our travels?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 12 ](12) \|spot (1d20)[ 5 ](5) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"If we wait till morning, the bandits could have made another vicitim in this world. Strike now!\" \n Bolvar seems to be very anxious to get underway. He paces back and forth waiting for the group to deciede what to do. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Longbow \| dmg: 1d8-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\nThorael looks a bit shocked at the repsponse. \" Well I, for one am going no where this evening. Not until I've had an opportunity to rest, and prepare my arcane gifts. Something more appropriate to the coming battle than making travel more comfortable is in order. In addition, i need to try and acquire some additional gear. Some rope, Perhaps a dagger. I'm a fairly decent shot with a bow. Again, the bandits got a majority of my gear. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 12 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nNodding in agreement with Thoreal he turns to Bolvar. \"I admire your spirit Mighty Bolvar but it would not do well to enter a camp wrought with fatigue and barely able to battle. I too then shall retire for this evening. Until the morrow.\" He bows deeply to the old couple running the inn and gives another head nod to the group at the table and retires to his room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The night passes quickly and soon you find yourselves in the common room gathering your stuff. The smell of hot bread fills the room as the hag comes out with several loves of bread and some sausage. The rain has slowed to a mist but the roads outside still look very muddy from the near dawn light. The innkeeper looks to you and asks, ' Should we be expecting you back tonight?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Longbow \| dmg: 1d8-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\nThorael enters the main room, stretching and with a not so comfortable look upon his face. \" Innkeeper, i do not know how you manage to stay in business. Your beds are even worse than your wine. Lucky for me, Gilly was here to stop your leaky roof from bothering me all night. \" The wizard looks entirely put out. \" Stay another Night?! I suppose if we live through this we may return. You may be able to make it up to me if... you have some items for sale? A pack? a bow perhaps? some arrows? a dagger? some Rope? Some rations? A water skin or two? I understand...nae, expect the quality to be second rate, but i am willing to look aside this time. \"\n\nooc:\n \n Spoiler \n\nupdated Spell selction in my listing above. I'm +1 to diplomacy ;) if it help me in my pricing and/or ability to get gear/ 8 hrs rest should get me Level back in hp right? (5)??\n \n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 23 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 16 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "OOC Ayr\n \n Spoiler \nYour diplomacy will get you pbh prices on used items (almost new)\n \n\n The innkeeper replies, \"I do have some items I could sell ye, a short bow, 23 arrows, a back pack, 100 ft of rope, 3 days of trail bars, and fresh wine skin.\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 7 ](7) \|spot (1d20)[ 19 ](19) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Too tired to fight after a walk in the woods at night? Bah!\" Bolvar seems to have woken up extra early this morning, like a child on christmas morning. He paces back and forth muttering about how they should have gone last night.\n\n \"If our healer lady is not up in 10 minutes, I will start \"dropping\" pans on accident\" Finally, Bolvar can not contain himself, and exits the inn to stretch and warm himself up. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n \n Rasellia can be found leaning against the outside wall of the inn, eyes closed in either light slumber, or thought. Regardless, upon the exit of the barbarian, she opens them, giving him an evaluating glance for a moment before an uncharacteristic smile. \"Morning, sleepyhead. Is everyone else ready?\"\n She either didn't sleep at all, or got very little if she was up before the rest of the group. \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric leaves his room and enters the tavern area. His clothing has changed dramatically. He no longer dons the regal wear of blue and gold. In its place is a well fitted black leather outfit. On its chest is the same emblem as he other cloths except the colors are now a darker grey inlaid into a lighter one. He looks about the room with a smile and orders some breakfast for everyone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You spend the morning packing up and soon are ready to leave. The morning meal was wonderful but after a half-hour of walking in the mud your hunger returns. You follow the path that was seen last night by the hag, you move through the underbrush and bushes as thorns rip through your clothing. Soon you find the trail south. Off in the distance you can faintly hear the river flowing. As you see the river coming up you can see a large bipedal creature near the bridge. As you venture closer you can make out a large greenish brown creature with spots of dark brown fur [OOC: knowledge nature check]. It growls at you. [OOC: You have first initiative.]\n [AC: 16 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +5 natural), touch 11, flat-footed 14]\n[OOC: it takes up the 10x10 square that it is in]\n\n[ooc: map key] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\n[map round 0] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nDM spoiler\n \n Spoiler \n 63 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge: nature check - (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n \n \nRasellia looks more confused than worried, placing a cautionary hand on her sword hilt. \"What... the heck is that thing?\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric looks at the creature with a bit of concern. He knocks an arrow and begins to distance himself a bit from the group. (move to E3 and ready an action to shoot if it makes hostile action.) \"I'm not exactly sure but it does not seem too friendly. Perhaps some banter with it can ease its hostile seeming mood?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 10 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 3 ](3) \|spot (1d20)[ 19 ](19) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks around at the group. \"You guys going to try to talk with that thing? It will probably grind your bones to make its bread. Lets just kill it and get to our bandit problem!\" \n Bolvar draws his sword, but takes no further action. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Longbow \| dmg: 1d8-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\nThorael wispers harshly. \" Hold your blade, what are ye...daft? don't you know thats a Troll?! Only fire and acid can really damage it. The way we are equipped, I doubt we can take it head on. Calthoric. You seemed fairly silver tongued. Perhaps you should try and talk to it. Careful not to piss it off. \"\n\n OOC: \n \n Spoiler \n\nDefinately need more room on our side of the river. I'll fall back to 30 to K -3 (off the map). and Ready an arrow vs Attack. Gilly falls back a full 60, and find a nice tree to hide behind (use the misc Roll for gilly hide check if ye'd like +5)\n \n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 20 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \nK:Nature\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Clothes\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nThe color slightly fades from Calthoric's face as he looks to the beast then back to Thoreal. Still holding his bow in case thing get unpleasant he looks back to the creature and speaks. \"You there...uhmmmm...Troll? We have matters that do not concern you and it would be beneficial for both you as well as us to not be delayed with your...presence? I assure you that we are to humble to warrant the attentions of one as mighty as you.\" \n This is so not going to turn out well. I don't even know if the thing speaks or understands what I am saying. Probably should have used smaller words. Ah well hindsight is always the clearest I suppose. Calthoric just waits to see what happens. Confidence missing completely from his features.\n\n OOC: Action should the beast move towards us. \n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \ndamage: (1d6)[ 5 ] \nCrit Chance: (1d20+6)[ 25 ]\ndamage: (3d6)[ 3 ][ 5 ][ 3 ](11)\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map: round 1] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The creatures eyes narrow at the sound of Calthoric's voice. It glances at the dividing party, unsure of what to make of the two standing in the road. It does not move, but claws the air in front of it aggressively while growling. It makes a noise, \"grrrmmm....food?\"\n\n [Hold action] \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\" Tell em...Tell em you're not very tasty Cal!! Tell him to go away!! \" The nervousness is clear in the wizards voice as he continues to fall back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 15 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 12 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 \| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 \| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n The half-elf keeps her eyes on the troll, but calls back to the caster. \"Come on, Thorael! If you're afraid of this thing, then how can you expect to teach those bandits a lesson?\" Her voice is tense, obviously from the situation, but lacks any of the cynicism that was emitted last night.\n\nDrawing her blade, she takes a step forward, calling out to the troll. \"Stand aside, monster! You have the choice of going hungry for another day, or tasting steel!\"\n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: [roll0] Listen: [roll1]\n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Round 1 continued]\n[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n \nRas's taunts and aggressive movement prompt the troll into motion. The massive creature moves forward with speed and agility, it is soon upon Ras. The creature swings it's massive claws at Ras [ attack - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] ] which tears at her flesh. [ damage - (1d6+6)[ 12 ] ]\n\nYou hear Cal's bow thump and a arrow streaks into the creature, dark blood pours out of the creature's chest.\n\n[ooc: Chu, as far as I am concerned you have only moved 5 feet, you can still attack/run] [People who can still do something are: Chu/Finn/Ayr]\n\nDM \n Spoiler \n 52 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 28 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n Taken somewhat by surprise by the troll's immediate response, she grunts as the claws rake through her armour. Growling, she raises her shield in front of her, raising her sword to the skies. \"Then let's press onward, and God-willing, no holding back!!!\" \n [OOC:]\nCasting defensively: (1d20+13)[ 28 ] \n\n[IC:]\n Expertly using her shield to protect herself from any impending attacks, she fills her allies with the same faith that she has in herself, fueling their combat ability.\n Bless - +1 morale bonus to hit, and +1 morale bonus to saves vs. fear, 50-foot burst, encompasses all party members, 1 minute\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table] \"Try to get into a flanking position with it. Also this thing has a long reach be careful moving around it. If you have to fight defensively.\" \n I can not believe she just did that. I hope she does not think every battle has to be fought or this can turn into a short adventure. I can almost talk us out of anything especially when they are lacking the intelligence this thing apparently is. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 10 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 2 ](2) \|spot (1d20)[ 7 ](7) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar sees the mighty troll attack Ras and moves to her side. He swings his two handed sword and misses.\n\nattack:\n (1d20)[ 2 ](2) + 8 = 10\n\n \"Fight me you monster. Leave her be and concentrate on the real threat!\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\nThorael bellows a quick \" No you fools!! \" and then lets his arrow fly. Soaring highly over the trolls head. \" Bah... fetid bow. I knew that inn keeper was way to enthusiastic in parting with it. Probably cursed! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRanged Attack (1d20+4)[ 9 ] - Another 4 for shooting into melee - another 4 for cover (my friends) +1 Bless\n Arrow Damage (1d6-1)[ 1 ] \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 7 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 3 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Round 2 \n \n[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The creatures howl of rage continues and it now turns towards Bolvar attacking with both claws and a bite. One claw hits ripping a part of Bolvar's armor off with a chunk of flesh. The creature latches on with a strong bite to Bolvar's arm leaving bloody gashes. The other arm Bolvar manages to sidestep.\n\n [OOC: Bolvar takes 21 damage total]\n \n attack 1st claw - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] damage 1st claw - (1d6+6)[ 12 ] attack 2nd claw - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] damage 2nd claw - (1d6+6)[ 9 ] attack bite - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] damage bite - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n damage rend - (2d6+9)[ 14 ] \n[spoiler for Chu] \n Spoiler \nYou see that where the arrow has hit has stopped spilling blood and is only a lighter shade of green\n \n\n\n[DM] \n Spoiler \n 57 \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n[Round 2]\n\n\" Oh no... this is bad, real real bad \" Thorael breaks into a sprint, almost as if fleeing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n4x Move L3, M4, N5, N6, O6... around the Tree to R11\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 18 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 20 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 26/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 17 ](17) \|spot (1d20)[ 7 ](7) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nAs the trolls claws into Bolvar, Bolvar shouts \"Come on you monster! You will have to do better then that to kill me.\" \n\nBolvar swings his sword again.\n\nAttack:\n (1d20)[ 1 ](1) + 8 = 9\n\n Damage: \n (2d6)[ 3 ][ 6 ](9) +2 " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 28 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n Gritting her teeth, Rasellia keeps her shield raised, side-stepping around the huge monster before bringing her sword to bear upon it's regenerating flesh. \"It's healing itself! We have to bring it down quickly!\"\n\n [OOC:]\n5-foot step to L11\nAttacking: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] [Crit threat] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric releases two quick shots with his bow as he surveys the battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack 1 (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \ndamage1 (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\nattack 2 (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \ndamage 2 (1d6)[ 6 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[End of Round 2] \nA man appears on the other side of the river, as if out of nowhere. He draws his bow and a flaming arrow streaks towards the troll followed quickly by another. The first arrow strikes the troll clearly in the back and the flames ignite the hair on his back. The troll screams with rage. The second arrow hits the ground a few meters away from the cleric. \n \n Spoiler \n attack1 - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] damage1 - (2d6)[ 4 ] \n \n \n Spoiler \n \n attack2 - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] damage2 - (2d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Round 3\n [MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The troll whips it's head around seeing the new threat. It then carefully withdraws from combat (sorry no AoO) and crosses the bridge to engage the new more deadly target.\n\n[DM] \n Spoiler \n \" 63T - 4D - 18temp =\"45\"[after ray +5 hit instead of +9] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n [Round 3] \nThorael lets out a gasp as the troll makes to flee. He takes a step to his left and drops his bow. \" NOUS SOMME CHATEAU GAUCHE!! \" He bellows in a thunderous voice, the depths of which are surprising for the svelt elf. A beam of what looks like clear water sparking in the sun ladened with diamonds there in shoots from his outstreatched hands striking the creature square in the chest. The trolls arms visibly wither and look of victory comes across the face of the mage as he realizes his beam struck true.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nActions:\n move - 5 ft step to R12\n Free - Drop Bow\n Standard - Cast Ray of Enfeeblement [53]\nRange Touch - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] (+4 BAB -4 Into Melee +1 Bless)= +1 \nStr Damage - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 16 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 4 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 5 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric sights down the length of the arrow shaft. He is about to release his knocked arrow when he sees a flash of light and the troll scream and turn chasing after the new threat. Narrowing his eyes at the new comer Calthoric frowns and runs across the street and into the bushes. Ducking behind some cover. He watches the battle unfold paying close attention to the new comer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to M11 and hide \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 28 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n \n Grinning to herself, she takes advantage of the troll's lapse in concentration, following through on her first strike to attack at the unprotected backside of the burning beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack of Opportunity: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " In one sweeping motion, the man secures his bow and draws a great sword. The sword flares with fire as he swings it around his head and then brings the sword crashing down upon the troll. The fire licks across the troll's chest burning as the sword rips the vile creatures flesh away from its bones. The troll boils with anger and howls with rage.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 18 ] (3d6+5)[ 13 ]\n \n\n\n[dm] \n Spoiler \n \" 63T - 17D - 22temp =\"28\"[after ray +5 hit instead of +9] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 28 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n Follows closely on the heels of the beast, Rasellia runs forth, not about to leave this stranger by himself to combat their foe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDouble-move to L18, provoking an AoO\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar uses his sword for support for a brief second after the troll charges the newcomer. After catching his breath and seeing Rasellia pass him, bolvar charges after the troll.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ndouble move too L17, also provoking an AoO\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Returning the favor, the creature swipes at Ras as she approaches. The claw slices deep into her flesh, a wound she will not soon forget.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 16 ] (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n\n[ooc: no AoO against Finn because it only gets 1 AoO/round]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Round 4\n [MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The troll attacks the man trying to slice or bite him. The troll actually hits the man's armor as he bites into his torso. The man howls in pain but the troll also retracts his arm and mouth quickly howling in pain.\n\n \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 8 ] (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n \n \n Spoiler \n \n (1d20+5)[ 24 ] (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] (1d6)[ 6 ] \n \n \n\nDM \n Spoiler \n \" 63T - 17D - 22temp =\"28\"[after ray +5 hit instead of +9] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MEDhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 1 ](1) \|spot (2d6)[ 4 ][ 2 ](6) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nAfter Rasellia and the blood loss coming from his wound, Bolvar finds himself hardly able to swing his sword yet he tries anyways. He dosn't even manage to connect with the creatures hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack:\n (1d20)[ 1 ](1) + 8 = 9\nI can count my combined dice rolls on 1 hand, not using binary........\n \n\n damage: \n (2d6)[ 4 ][ 2 ](6) " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 15/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n [round 4] \nThorael shouts back in a strange tongue, reaches down and grabs his bow. Looking questioningly at the new comer, he begins moves cautiously toward the bridge.\n\nGoblin...\n \n Spoiler \n\n\" Quickly Gilly... we must cross the bridge while the Troll is distracted \"\n \n \n Spoiler \nMove Action - Pickup bow\nMove Action - Move to O13\n\nGilly\nDouble Move to E9\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 23 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 11 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 9 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nWatching the battle hidden, Calthoric ponders the reaction of the troll. The enemy of my enemy is my friend but something about this guy makes him appear more dangerous then the troll. Has he been tracking this troll and if so he must be quite capable to deal with such a creature on his own. Or did he see his opportunity when we engaged the beast. \n\nHe decides observation is best right now and remains watching the battle. He pays close attention to the maneuvers of the new threat. He knocks and arrow and readies it for quick release. He is just not sure who the next target will be the newcomer or the troll.\n\n DM \n \n Spoiler \n I am paying close attention to items weapons and means of combat from the new player on the field.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 21 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The new comer whips the sword around his head before burying it deeply into the troll's thigh. The troll howls in pain and you wonder if the man is smiling behind his full helm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 26 ] (3d6+5)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 20 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n Her assault paused only by the force of the large beast's blows to her relatively tiny body, she continues to dole out as much pain as she has received, her golden locks fraying out all over the place from the heated movement of mortal combat. \"God, just DIE! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nPower attack: -5 to hit, +5 to damage\nTo-hit: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] (-5 power attack, +1 bless)\n Damage: (1d20+7)[ 21 ] (+5 power attack) (Er, 1d20? Wtf was I on?)\n \n\n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Round 5 \n \n[map]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The troll attempts to claw at the target to no avail. The claws harmlessly fall upon the air. The man dances out of the way and brings the flaming sword down upon the creature gashing into it's belly. Brown slug empties onto the ground as the troll falls to the ground. The man quickly moves in for a final blow, severing the creatures head and then nodding to you. The flames on the sword quickly fade out leaving the blade red hot. \"Thank you kind sir and madam for your help vanquishing this vial creature. Your help will be compensated greatly after we dispose of the body along with a cut of any treasure we find.\" The man says in a high voice. He then removes the closed helm and you see flowing sliver hair followed by the face of a female elf. \"Greetings are in order, I am Leaf, slayer of trolls, founder of the troll hunters. Whom are my enemy's enemy?\" She asks with a smile. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] (1d20)[ 2 ] (1d20-1)[ 16 ] (1d6+2)[ 8 ] (1d6+2)[ 3 ] (1d6)[ 4 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 18 ] (3d6+5)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows: 57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nStill not trusting the female that has hidden her identity well with magic Calthoric keeps an arrow knocked. His bow is lowered to his waist as he walks from the bushes to the right of Thoreal. \"Well done...Well done indeed. A gallant effort made by all to be assured. Leaf, did you say? My name is Calthoric and the two that had rushed to your side when the troll charged you are Bolvar and Rasellia. Both are strong in weapon and even stronger in belief. This one to my left is Thaeal, master of the arcane arts, and his companion ...\" He looks about the area spotting the goblin off by some trees. \"Ah there it is. Mister...uhmmm...well to be honest I can never speak goblin names that well. What brings you to these lands of land milady? Do not see my not looking at you as a sign that I am not listening it would seem two of my companions are in need of some aid. Thoreal can you aid them?\" He then continues across the bridge to inspect the wounds of Rasellia and Bolvar. A look of confusion at not knowing exactly how to treat any wounds other the scrapes crosses his face. \"May I assist you two in anyway?\" His gaze keeps passing rapidly over the two injured as well as the female knight to give her the impression that he is listening.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to K17 \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 31 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+13)[ 17 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 24 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\nThorael seems distracted. \" Hmm..what's that? Ah, no Calthoric, the human physiology... disturbs me. Typically filthy creatures. Never know where they've been really. \" Taking several steps to his left, Thorael's attention is drawn to the corpse laying on the ground near him. \" Gilly, to me \" The wizard lets out a shrill whistle. \" Roland, to me \". Looking around, and satisfied the battle is over in at least appearance, he crouches beside the fallen. \" Oh, and we're more than happy to accept any compensation she has to offer, but the Rules of engagement dictate that this was our kill. She aided us. We get choice.. of any treasure... recovered... \" His voice trails off lost in his thoughts...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'll investigate the body at M13/L13\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 16 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 15 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Well Met, Calthoric, Thaeal, Bolvar, and Rasellia. Well young noble, I am a troll hunter, I desire to bring down these vial creatures, burn their bones and keep their skulls. I have lost count the number of these creatures I has slain. I have been tracking this one for days, I am deeply sorry that it attacked your party. I one day hope these creatures will be gone from the earth, then I will be able to rest. Until that time, I must continue my quest. Do you mind if I start burning the corpse? They do start to smell rather quickly.\" She reaches into her robe and produces a flask and starts dumping the flask onto the corpse.\n\n[Ayr]\n \n Spoiler \nAs the battle dies down you are able to get a good bearing on your surroundings. You notice by the skeleton, a small backpack, partially moldy\n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Ah, Thorel, You are right, the rules of engagement do suggest that this was your kill. Therefore, you do have rights to the treasure, pardon my quickness. However, since it was your kill and my assist, then maybe you owe me compensation for my efforts?\" She smiles and sighs, \"Well, why don't we just split the treasure five ways and call it even. That is if there is any treasure. I there is nothing on this naked beast except hair.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\n\" It is not my place to speak for our group. I leave that to Calthoric, or... the others. I was mearly making a point to my companions. I will address two of your statements however. First, you say you have been tracking this troll for days? Well this bag of bones here could not possibly be a victim of our late toll taker. This poor bastage has been dead weeks if not months. Second. We are on the trail of a group of vile bandits. They are close and in the vicinity. Fire... may not be such a good idea. Third. As these bandits took all that i have, I'm afraid we cannot offer much more compensation than say... oh... my witty banter. \"\nThoreal gives a nauseated look, and half smile to the elf before he returns his attention to the corpse. Moments later a large raven circles above, and lands beside the mage. Stroking it gently under the beak, the mage wispers to it. \" Find me the shineys \". Without a sound the raven takes off and begins circling the area. \" You too Gilly \". Unstringing his bow, the wizard begins poking at the remains, ready for something to jump out at him...\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll send out the \"troops\" to try and locate the trolls treasure trove. while i continue to investigate the bones and backpack.\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 25 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 6 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": "[quote=Finn523;2074649] \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MEDhp: 26/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks at the dead troll, and then looks at the elf woman. \" Your strength is excellent, you would make a fine commrade in arms. If you hate trolls, why not bandits as well? They are both lawless and vile. Bandits are even worse because they have the intellegnece to make the right choices. Come, join us in ridding the world of a few of them.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [Ayr - bag contents] \n Spoiler \nAs you poke the backpack you realize that the strap has been enlarged so to maybe accommodate a larger creature. You see many coins in the inside of the bag. Additionally a large golden yellow is inside as well.\n[Actual contents] \n Spoiler \n1pp, 42gp, 60sp, 150 cp, and the gem\n \n\n[Gem worth Appraise DC 16] \n Spoiler \n 461 gp\n \n\n[If failed] \n Spoiler \n (2d6+3)[ 11 ] cannot estimate the value sorry \n \n\n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The elf frowns at Thorel's comment but then elf smiles at Bolvar's request. \"Surely, Thorel, you know that trolls regenerate, only fire really destroys them. I would hate for this creature to come back to life. I have seen even the most wounded creature slowly start to heal from a pile of flesh and bone. See, even now this creature is slowly healing. The time is now, maybe the bandits will see our fire and come to you. Surely you are not fearful of a small tribe of bandits. I lost the troll in the rain, surely, you understand that. Trolls love bridges, they are a great trap.\"\n\n\"I disagree with you Bolvar, trolls are worse than bandits. There can still be a small fragment of good in any man. However, these vial creatures can sometimes be more cunning than even the smartest human. Like the one that killed my family.\" A lone tear streaks down her face. \"Tis my quest to kill trolls, not men, except in self-defense.\" With the flick of her finger, a few small sparks fall onto the oil soaked troll and the body quickly goes up in flames. Greasey black smoke fills the area as the fire quickly rages. Strong heat waves flicker off the flaming troll distorting the air so that she, Bolvar and Ras seem to flicker a bit. However, her image fads while the barbarian and cleric stand tall. She seems to have disappeared. \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The raven circles the sky but sees nothing shinny. Gilly returns with a bent gold piece he found on the road. A large tooth mark can be seen in the middle of it. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 20 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n As their foe falls, Rasellia quickly attends to both her own and Bolvar's wounds. Digging her sword tip into the soft earth, she lays one hand on her chest, closing her eyes as she infuses herself with positive energy.\n \n Spoiler \nCasting cure light wounds: (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n \n\nHer eyes open slowly as the majority of her gashes quickly close up, turning to her fellow fighter and smiling. \"Thanks for sticking by my side, here...\" \n \n Spoiler \nCasting cure moderate wounds: (2d8+5)[ 12 ] \n \n\nAll this while the talk is going on. However, upon hearing the mention of whose kill it was, she turns her attention to the ensuing discussion.\n \"Please to meet you, Leaf, and I for one am thankful you showed up when you did. We would have left that encounter with more than cuts and bruises, to be sure. As to the matter of dividing the spoils...\" She gives a stern, but not icy, glance to the elf of the party. \"As one of the three who actually engaged this creature, I say you deserve most, if not all of the spoils. This thing was merely an obstacle in our path, and we engaged it due to its own stubborness.\"\n She looks back at Bolvar, inspecting the visible wounds, ensuring that her handiwork had been thorough, then looks back to where Leaf was, only to find her gone. \"Wait, what...? Didn't she want compensation...?\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MEDhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| RobesMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nTurning to Rasellia \"Thank you kindly. Your courage in combat is wonderful. If only more souls had that kind of bravery.\" \n\nAfter seeing Leaf so suddenly disappear \"A shame. She would have made a wonderful aid in the up coming fight.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n {table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n \n\n\n\" No real loss Bolvar. She was pompous and rude. Would not surprise me to find that she was one of the bandits herself. Look at the smoke. Regardless of intention she has definatley alerted them to our presence. Now Rasellia, i understand counting is not one of your strong suits, but there were four of us who engaged the beast. \" Thorael holds up four fingers on his right hand. \" Five if you count your bandit queen there. Calthoric and I were brite enough not so stand next to the beast or be pummeld by it. Do not imply that we did not do our part. My magic sapped it's strength. Perhaps next time, presuming you don't mindlessly charging forward again, i may be able to do even more. As it stands, we must press on before we get any unwelcomed company. There is treasure here in this pack. It does not appear to belong to the bones. Perhaps it was the trolls after all. Shame the bandit queen ran off before collecting her due share... we can split this later. \" Thoreal grabs the pack, and begins to head across the bridge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 17 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 1 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You pack up and leave continuing south until you come to a fork in the road. You take the path to the left remembering the hags scrying. You soon find yourself nearing a rocky hill. As you can kind of make out a door slightly ajar in the rocky hill. There is what also appears to be a large blood splatter on the ground near the door. You see no one around.\n\n[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 20 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Feeling no desire to start an arguement over the wizard's attitude, she simply wipes off the blade of her sword and sheathes it, muttering a few soft words, perhaps a prayer, as she does so.\n\nComing upon the door and blood, she looks more quizically at the man-made device embedded in the side of the hill - she had never seen such a thing before. \"Who on earth puts a door there?\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MEDhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| RobesMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks around at the scene. \"Did someone beat us here?\" Bolvar draws his sword. \"Come friends, let us exact revenge\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows: 57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nIgnores the petty bickering as the only true point is the spoils remained among the party. He follows along with the group quitely letting the others lead the way until they reach the door.\n\n \"People that do not wish to be found easily, Lady Rasellia, would do such a thing or dwarves themselves have been known to build their hovels into the sides of mountains. Lets not be to hasty Master Bolvar, there are more dangers then just some female with a flaming sword or a troll that is hungry.\" \n\nCalthoric slowly approaches the door and inspects it and the blood spot closely looking for any kind of hidden mechinisum.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to K17 \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \|Listen\|[roll]1d20+7[/roll] rolled in ooc (19)\nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 26 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The door seems to be slightly ajar. Remnants of an apparent trap hang sprung and sway slightly in the breeze. The blood soaked ground looks fresh, but it it uncertain how long it has been there, maybe hours or a few days. You can smell the sent of burning from inside the cave wafting from the door. You still see and hear no one.\n\n [ooc: please indicate where you move forward to...]" }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows: 57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]Calthoric seeing that the blood is fresh and that the trap has already been triggered pushes open the door. He is still keeping eyes open for secondary traps as well as possible resetting traps. \"We will want to be cautious when traveling in here. As you can see....\" Calthoric points to the expended trap. \"This place has been guarded by hidden means. There may also be magical devices here Thoreal do you have ways of detecting such? I should be able to spot most of them but there are some I am sure that even I wont be able to find. I will stay in the lead.\" With that he stows his bow and pulls out his short sword and slowly and steadily enters the structure.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry Moved to H11, it was late for me when i responded.\n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+13)[ 15 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 21 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The door creaks slowly open, inside is very dark with only a little light from the doorway lighting the room. Inside smells like blood and burnt flesh. You feel a little bile rising in your throat as you slowly enter the room. Some beds lay on the south side of the room, a wooden table in the middle, some crates along the northeast wall, and a weapon rack along the north wall. Dark pools line the floor. You see no one around in here. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" Ah... well this explains why the Bandit Queen was so friendly to us. Recruiting. Her entire cadre of ruffians seem to have been... snuffed. Yes they were, weren't they. The bad men have snuffed it. Haven't they. No longer among the living are they. Former bandits as it were. Yes, yes, yes. \" The raven sitting on Thoraels shoulder tilts its head as the wizard does a bit of baby talk to it. Scratching it under the beak again, he shrugs the bird off his shoulder. \" Fly my friend. Circle, and warn me of danger. \" Turning his attention back to the group. \" What's that now... sensing Magic? I do have that ability, albeit for a limited time. We had best be sure that it is an appropriate time to unleash such arcane power. I am sensing a bit of an ambush. Perhaps i should stay out side and ensure that no one comes along... traping us inside. My Elven eyes are, afterall, much sharper than that of you humans. \" Looking around a bit nervously, the mage puts on an obviously forced showing of pseudo bravery.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove - A10\nGilly Hold - A12\nRoland (Raven) - Scouting\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 29 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 4 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Looking at the would-be noble and the conspiracy-theory arcane caster, Rasellia can't help but show her bewilderment. What madmen have I allied myself with...?\n\n Sighing at Thorael's continued distrust, she steps forward. \"I have the capacity to detect magic as well, Calthoric. If Bolvar has no qualms with the idea-\" She smiles at the barbarian, \"I would follow you, and keep my eyes of elven descent peeled for anything of the sort.\" \n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\nBolvar looks at Thorael. Bolvar has seen the fear of dark places before among his younger tribesmen. \"Staying outside? We will need your mighty powers within! If you are attacked by some wondering pack of trolls by yourself outside, you will have no chance. It's better to stick with us.\" \n\nTurning to Rasellia and Calthoric, Bolvar frowns. He is fully aware that he basically just said he needs the mage with him, but is still not very found of magic. \"Whatever came in before us probably set off the traps for us. I am sure we will be fine with Calthoric's abilities. But if we must use magic, then we must.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric moves into the middle of the room towards the table hoping to find a candle or some other form of light. \"be careful where you step there are sometimes pressure plates in the floor that sets of things that go boom. Anyone have a torch or some other form of light. I am having a bit of difficulty seeing throughout this room. Though I can make out most of surrounding areas I cannot tell if someone is lurking in the corners.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to M11 \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 15 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+13)[ 22 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" No, no. Not staying out side. More... delaying outside. Just, of course, to make sure that there are no, um, ambushes or anything. \" Thorael continues to scan the area, waiting for the party to enter the cave.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 18 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 19 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 1 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Map]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Calthoric slowly moves in, the stench of death is strongly present here and is only exacerbated by the darkness. As he moves forward he can feel his boots sloshing in liquid until he bumps up against the table. There is more liquid on the table and a few over turned cups and plates with the remnants of what looks to be bread. The dampness of the cave is starting to get to you. You still do not see anyone around. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia draws her sword once more, looking over Calthoric's shoulder. \"Let's shed some light on this situation...\" She passes a gloved hand over the tip of her blade, causing the sharp end to glow as brightly as a torch before walking in after the rogue. Closing her eyes and uttering a single word, she repoens them, her irises glowing slightly with a pale, blue light as she scans around the room, waiting for any magical auras present to congeal into solid shapes.\n \n Spoiler \nCasting light on my longsword\nCasting detect magic \nMoving to L10\n \n\n \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Ras, you enter, sloshing through murky liquid. As your light is cast upon your sword you now see large pools of what you think is blood on the floor. As you cast detect magic you see an aura strongly radiating up from under the ground. Most of the room is burnt with crates overturned and grain spilled into the pools of blood. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nConfident that whatever could have popped out, would have popped out by now, Thorael moves forward. Pondering why the barbarian is holding his position, the Mage sort of peeks over Bolvar's shoulder inspecting what ever it is that has enraptured his would be friend. A quizzical glance at the barbarian proper, then back into the room, the elf is cleary puzzled. Excusing him self, he shimmies past the brooding Bolvar and into the cavern. With what little light the cleric has shed and is provided by the openeing, he takes a deeper look at one of the blood pools...\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to J11, Inspecting blood in K 11\n+5 K:Planes, +8 K:Arcane, +4 all other Knowleges\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 15 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 13 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nThorael, you believe the blood to be humanoid, it is similar to other blood you have seen." }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1] [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar snaps out of his reverie. He steps up to Calthoric. \" Well friend, is all clear? It seems that whatever did this damage has gone it's way.\" Bolvar gestures at the blood on the ground. \"Divine justice prehaps, or maybe group in-fighting?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric flashes a thankful smile to Rasellia for the illumination. He looks about the room not hiding his disgust at the scene. \"Lady Rasellia if you could follow me with the light please. Be sure to follow my foot prints as exact as possible. I would suggest the rest of you keep watch and do not move. I have only secured to the table and have yet to travel the rest of the room. From the looks of the room a fire trap has went off but these bodies were not killed by fire. The blood is still in liquid form and not charred like the appearance of most of the room. Judging by these crates and the beds we are in a guarded store room of some kind.\" Calthoric slowly moves to north wall being sure to watch the floor for outlines in the blood where it could have seeped through cracks of a specific brick to indicate a hidden door in the floor or pressure plate hiding a mechanism.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to M4 and then begin my circle. If no one cares to wait a half hour I will do a slow complete circle of the room and inspect throughly for hidden traps and secret doors. \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 31 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+13)[ 33 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 28 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Calthroic:\n \n Spoiler \nAfter searching the natural cavern structure, you find no set traps, only the remnants of sprung traps, most of them destroyed beyond repair. You notice an area on the floor that looks to be a secret hiding place (P7) and you notice that Ras keeps looking to that spot as well. At that spot, it appears that another type of stone was placed over this spot and sealed with some sort of mortar.\n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table] \"It is safe to move about the hovel I have completed my search and found that all traps that are in the area have been expended and unusable save one possibly. There is is something hidden behind this stone.\" \n\nHe points to the ground in the general area. Calthoric moves next to the questionable slab and kneels into the muck. He slowly drags his finger tips around the mortar checking it throughly for creaks and hidden levers. The mock nobleman unbuttons the front of his leather armor and pulls out a finely crafted fold of leather inlaid with many ornate markings. Untying the string Calthoric unfolds the leather case to display a set of finely crafted assortment of tools. Running his index finger over the instruments one by one he rests on the tool he was looking for. It looks like a small version of a mining pick and he slowly starts chewing away at the mason.\n\n \"I would stand back as I have been known to accidentally release a poison gas cloud or a burst of flame doing this. Unfortunately Lady Rasellia I will need the light and if you could stand 10 paces to the left of me would be most useful. Master Thoreal, Master Bolvar if you would, check those crates and shelves for anything that might aid our journey.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to P8, if i find a mechanical way of removing the slab i do that else I keep slowly chipping away at the mortar. \n\n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 23 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+13)[ 29 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 7 ](7) \|spot[roll1]search (1d20)[ 7 ](7) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Err, right. Check the crates.\" Bolvar is sure to move well away from calthoric, and begins searching the crates as instructed." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n The half-elf follows close behind Calthoric, trying to focus on the magical aura emanating from the floor. Only half-paying attention to the rogue's words, she blinks upon hearing the scraping of his tool. Snapping out of it somewhat, she crouches a bit. \"Be VERY careful, Calthoric.. There is magic coming from this place in particular...\" Standing back up, she holds her sword over the noble-wannabe's head, ignoring his advice for caution. \"I won't leave your side.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving to O8\nSpellcraft to determine which school the aura is from (DC 15 + 1/2 caster level of non-spell effect): (1d20-1)[ 1 ] \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" Poison...er..em. The Crates. Right. I should collect up Gilly and Roland first. Let me, uh... good \". Thorael hastily exits and heads out to find his henchmen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove - F11\nGilly - Move E11\nRecall Roland to Me\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 14 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Calthoric slowly chips away at the mortar, it comes slowly off and after an hour of hard work the stone is able to be lifted off. Under the stone you can see a steel box with a lock on the top.\n\nBalvor, you find nothing but moldy bloody grain.\n\nThoreal, you start to become bored waiting outside.\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The sun slowly starts to set outside the cavern. Thoreal, you hear a lone wolf howl in the distance.\n\nDM:\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThe Red Robed mage Stretches. Perhaps he nodded off, perhaps not, but this propped up postition next to the door was... quite comfortable. Seein dusk coming on, and not hearing any booms or hisses of significant value, Thorael, Roland, and Gilly reenter the Cave. \" Whell... everything seems secure out there. Sounds as if all is well in here as um well. Look it's starting to get dark out there. I can open a portal to a safe and secure location for the night if we wish to stay out here. We have no idea where the bandits got off to. Or what got the bandits. Theres no sign of my gear, or my friend. We're not even sure this is where the bandits were, taking the word of that witch. No plan. You apparently... hey, what's that you found there? \" Thorael looks on with interest at whatever it is the nobleman, and lesser humans are fiddlin with.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf they let me, i'll check out the box, the hole and/or whatever.\nIm also looking for any gear besides the rotten grain. Daggers, Staves, Arrows, anything like that.\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 12 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 1 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nThoreal walks up to the where the party is hovering around the box. At that moment the magically lit sword dims and goes out. The party is now left in total darkness.\n\n[ooc: I let the light spell go a little too long.]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia blinks, unseen in the dark, the reason for the spell fizzling taking a moment to dawn upon her. \"Ah... oops, my mistake... sorry.\" She passes her hand over the blade once more, relighting it. \"Perhaps we could get a fire going, because these only last for a few minutes at a time...\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting light \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Listen: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]\|spot[roll1][/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Magic, always failing when you need it.\" Bolvar whispers to himself softly. \"So, have we got any treasure in there, or should we just move on?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You soon have a small fire cracking in the cave, the light lightly licking the cave walls. The sun seems to have set outside. Thoreal you see the weapon's rack, however, the rack seems to have been severely destroyed by the fire. You find a lot of parts of weapons but nothing that is usable or sellable. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks around the box to make sure that no mechanism is attached to the box. Satisfied that it is safe he picks the box out of the hole and moves to the fire. Sitting cross-legged he places the box on his lap and looks more closely with the lock. He is too engrossed with the thing to really pay any attention to others as they do whatever it is they are doing. Calthoric always liked puzzles and he sees opening locks at the ultimate puzzle. Once again he opens his leather case and selects two different instruments. One of them is a long pointed device that is serrated on side. The other instrument was curved at the end with a flat tip. Calthoric gently works the devices into the lock.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n move to M7 \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+13)[ 17 ] \nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+11)[ 31 ] \nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \|UMD\| (1d20+9)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " After a few moments SNAP the lock on the box springs open along with the boxes lid. Gauzing inside in the pale fire light, you see two objects in the box, a sack and another object.\n\nIf you open the sack:\n \n Spoiler \nThe sack is spilling over with gold and other coins 3 pp 453 gp 128 sp 33 cp.\n \n\n\nThe other object looks like this:\n \n Spoiler \n \n \nIt is a rod about 5.5 inches long, 1.5 inches in diameter." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric holds up the bag and the rod inspecting each then looks to Thoreal and Rasellia. \"There seems to be these two items in this box. Can you see if it was the items or the box itself that was alerting you of a magical presence? I am assuming it would be the rod but you never know. I also suggest, though revolting as it is, we stay here for the night. It is easily defensible and we can secure it from the inside. Bar up the door with some crates lets prepare some food and rest for the night. Fortunately there seems to be some vacant beds we can use as well.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" The bed's?! Lice, Grubs, Filth, who knows what else. No tonight we shall sleep unaccosted in an extra dimensional space brought into being by my arcane power. \" Looking quite smug, but not receiving the impressed oohs and ah's expected he continues. \" It's a window we can climb into. No one can get us, and no one can see in, but we can see out. \" Looking around at more dumbfounded stares he shakes it off \" It's really quite secure. Anyway, yes, i can inspect those items. Clear off that table and place them there. \" While the others prepare the table, the Wizard grabs a burning log from the fire, and begins to construct a second fire on the other side of the table. Once the room is a bit more illuminated, he stands over the rod, bag, and box laid upon the table. Tossing the Troll bag on the table as well, he murmers \" MONTRE MOI CELA \" and he begins to humm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ncreate a second fire in Q13\nCast Detect Magic\n\nI'll cast my Extended Rope Trick Little less than 10 hours before dawn. (10 hour duration)\n\nAura ID Spellcraft: 18 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n The female of the group also wrinkles her nose in repugnancy at the thought of sleeping in any of the beds. \"I think staying here is a good idea, although I don't know how much sleep I'll be getting...\" She gives a wistful look to her fellow's packs, and tries to downplay the rumbling her stomach gives off. \"...I can keep watch, I suppose.\" \n\nShe raises her eyebrows at the veritable haul the rogue produces, eying the rod not quite as much as the gold. \"Wow... I'm glad we have someone of your skills, Calthoric... although I suspect you're right; the box probably wasn't magical.\"\n\n Trying not to sound greedy, she waits for a few moments before pressing the money issue. \"So are we going to divide all of this equally?\" Her stomach, as well as her general feeling of unversatility without her equipment drives her question, more than genuine greed. \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The rod radiates strongly with magic and even after the spell is over the aura lingers on and on.\n\nAnother Spellcraft check DC 15 (Chu/Ayr): \n Spoiler \nAyr - \n Spoiler \nYou wonder how Ras could have detected this through both the locked box and the stone. Is she more powerful than she is letting on or is this rod more powerful\n \n\nChu - \n Spoiler \nYou wonder how you could have detected this through both the locked box and stone, are you stronger than you think in magic or is this rod more powerful?\n \n\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n \n Rasellia looks over the elf's shoulder as he works his magic - and if she knew what he was casting, would know he was putting on more of a show than necessary. \"This rod... must be incredibly powerful... if it's radiating that much magic even now. The fact that I could see it through solid stone and metal is... impressive as well, and that's not to ruffle my own feathers...\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft check: 19 - 1 = 18 \n \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" Indeed. The Aura of this item is beyond my abilities to decypher. Perhaps it's this place. Perhaps its the days events. Perhaps it's been sullied. \" Thorael shoots a quick glance to the cleric. \" Regardless, time and a good nights sleep may help with that little problems. As an Elf, i require no sleep. Merely 4 hours of meditation, however i must rest myself for a full 8 hours and clear my mind in order to regain my Arcane might. In my space, we will be secure. Minimal watch should be in order. Maybe just the occasional exit to throw more fuel on the fire, otherwise we should be set till morning. \" Thorael looks back down on the rod and the bags of lewt. \" Of course we should share these spoils. Equally is fine by me. There may be times when you are required to do more than I. There will most assuredly be times when i will do more than you. It should balance out in the end... \" Absentmindedly Thorael reaches into his pack, pulls out a trail ration, and begins munching...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnother Spellcraft as requested DC:15 Spellcraft: 21 \n\nAlso, any other checks i can make? Significance of the Star, or the Shape of the Rod or make of the Metal... something a bit more mundane?\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Please indicate who is the first person to touch the rod" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Cathoric grabs the rod, it is warm to your touch.\n[Cathoric]\n \n Spoiler \nYou hear a voice in your head. \"HELLO, oh, wait, I do not believe that I like you.\" \n \n \n\nCathoric - Make a reflex save DC 20 to keep hold of the rod.\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric gives a surprised look as he get ready to set the items on the table for better inspection. He stops in mid stride before setting down the rod and stares at it dumbfounded almost dropping the thing to the floor. With a mock hurt voice and a look one would expect someone to see when talking to a rod Calthoric speaks to it. \"uhmmm, Hello? That seems to be a bold statement to be made. What would lead you to such a conculsion?\" Calthoic's eyes dance from one person to the next to see if they heard the voice as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReflex: (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Clathoric - \n \n Spoiler \nThe voice whispers to you, “Well, you see, ummm…I am just not sure that we are compatible. I can sense others near by that are compatible with me in the room. I mean you no disrespect, why don’t you place me down on the table.” \n \n \n Will save DC: 20 to not comply. \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nPondering the words of the rod he stares at it blankly. What is the use of a talking rod anyway. This thing is too useless to be of any worth. Calthoric Places the rod on the table and sits back where he was by the fire counting out the coins.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWill save (1d20)[ 11 ] \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Unaware of the dialogue between the rogue and the rod, Rasellia tries to busy herself by cleaning her sword, beginning to strip off her armour. She looks disapprovingly at all the slashes and gouges in the metal that had been repaired in a makeshift fashion. She counted herself lucky that the innkeeper had given her another, if a bit oversize, shirt - it had been more beat up than the armour was.\nBlushing as her stomach rumbles, she speaks up in the hopes that no one would hear it. \"SO! ...um... is anyone still hurt?\" \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Not I, nor Gilly. \" Thorael comments without takeing his eyes off the Rod. \" So Rasellia, what do you make of this Rod? Arcane or Divine? Calthoric, what do you mean by 'Bold Statement'? Ralleia's Feather Ruffling comment, or my inability to identify the Aura of this item, or... splitting of the lewt? You do not agree that an even split is the way to go? \" Thorael lets his eyes leave the rod, and drift to the bags on the table and in Cals hands, and then the esteemed nobleman himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 31 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n\"To be honest, Thorael, I wouldn't even be able to hazard a guess... magical items aren't exactly my strong suit.\" She stretches a little, giving a wince as the motion reopens a wound. Sighing at her unfinished work, she lays hands upon herself, calmly praying to God for His touch once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cure light wounds: (1d8+5)[ 12 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nAfter finishing the counting of the newly found coin he hands out 1pp, 111gp, 32sp and to Thoreal and Rasellia. He then hands 121gp, 32sp to Bolvar and keeps 1 pp, 111gp, 32sp, and 23cp for himself. After done passing out the coin he looks to Thoreal. \"I was actually referring to something the rod had said. Apparently the holder is the only one that can hear it speak. It said others in the room are more compatable with it. Calthoric shrugs not even glancing at the rod again. \"Did you not say you found some coin in that backpack by the troll. Perhaps now is a good time to divvy it out. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Aye... there are 1pp, 42gp, 60sp, 150 cp, and a gem. The Gem is worth roughly 450 gp, but we'll be lucky to get 200 for it. Gems however, have uses other than money. They are critical to certain Arcane Spells. I would like to Purchase this gem, say 99 gold now, and another 99 gold when it becomes available. It is my hope that i can use this to better our cause...wait. Did you say 'the Rod Said'?! \" Thorael's jaw drops as he utters these words. \" Intelligent Magic, well that explains a wagon load... I... hmm \". A look of concentration comes over his face as he begins to examine the rod again. \" Compatible...hmm \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nIm not looking to scam the party, if Crim gives us one for one on the Gems, I'll modify the above, otherwise I'm assuming his standard less than half when selling stuff...\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \nSpellcraft\| (1d20+13)[ 25 ] \|K:Arcane\| (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \nMisc\| (1d20)[ 10 ] \|Misc\| (1d20)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n \n \"If you need the gem for a spell, then I say just take it... it could very well save our lives some day, and I wouldn't think it'd be fair for you to pay us to do so... What kind of jewel is it anyway?\" Rasellia blinks at the mage's short attention span, giving a soft sigh and going back to what she was doing. \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen[roll0]spot[roll1][/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"A talking rod? What is the point in that? It tells you what you to do while you are in combat? I could only imagine a sword like that.\" Bolvar switches to a rather different voice. \"No no bolvar, aim for the head. Your doing it all wrong. Parry with me faster. Get this blood off me.\" Bolvar is done with his poor imitation. \" That would be stupid. It has no eyes, how could it possibly know whats going on? No, you keep your talking rod. I will take my share in coins.\" \n When rasellia mentions thorael keeping the gem, Bolvar nods in agreement . \"We are in this together, was a team. If you need this gem to work your magic, take it.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric's jaw drops as he listens to Rasellia and Bolvar give away a rather expensive split. We all can use the monies to better our selves then one spell do they not realize this?. A better weapon or more arrows or food. I am going to have to be the voice of reason for this group when it comes to funds they are too eager to give away valuable resources. Resigning to the gem already being given away and would only further drive a wedge into the need for the party he lets it be and looks to Thoreal. \"Master Thoreal the amount you just said for coin, if it were my decision, would be split as follows. You, Master Bolvar and Lady Rasellia each take 13 gold pieces, 15 silver pieces and 36 copper pieces. That would leave me with the platinum piece one gold piece and 15 silver pieces and 38 copper.\" The key to maintaining cohesiveness is to give in places you don't think are appropriate. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael looks at Rasellia, Bovar, and Calthoric each in turn. Perhaps these humans are not all greedy mongrels after all. Interesting. \" Rasellia, Bovar, Calthoric... your generosity seems boundless. I must insist however. We each have a price to pay. I have no need for swords, or armor, or repair. I have little use for arrows or other items of war. Yet these things cost coin. Spell components for me can become quite costly, so i will ever be seeking gems and platnum. To give me such would take away from you, and in the end not help, but cause harm. It costs some coin for each of us to do their craft. I should be no different than the rest of you. \"\n\nThorael pulls out 99 gold coins, splitting it into 3 piles of 33, he pushses one pile to each of them.\n\n\" Now... what are we going to do about this rod. Calthoric obviously wants nothing to do with it. Since you found it along side him Rasellia, perhaps you should try and...um... talk to it. \" The wizards eyes are drawn to the rod, an almost maniacal look comes across his face as he speaks these word.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia takes the money gratefully, the hunger pangs already seeming to numb at the prospect. Taking a moment or two to respond to Thorael's suggestion, she raises her eyebrows and looks at the elf. \"Wh... me? It seems you're much more... mmm...\" She pauses as she tries to pick a word that doesn't insult, but still matches the creepy look on the wizard's face. \"...interested in it than I am. But if you insist...\" \nShe stands up slowly, more than a little wary of an allegedly talking rod, walking over to the table, reaching for it and picking it up.\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " A startled look comes over Rasellia's face as she takes the rod.\n\n[CHU] \n Spoiler \nA soft voice enters your mind, \"Oh hello, I do believe that I can like you. I need your help, I once was a weapon of power, forged to bring justice to the land. However, my wielder fell, I was unable to shield her from herself. I was taken by the enemy, and broken into seven peaces and scattered around the continent. You are lucky that you found me. There has been a presence here, soon before you came that destroyed all of the other occupants looking for me. I shielded myself from his scrying and all scrying. However, once he left, I felt your presence. The man that was here, he is powerful and ever growing. His army is becoming increasingly more powerful. Will you join me?\" \n \n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n \nRaising her eyebrows, she almost drops the rod as it speaks to her. Once she realizes it lacks any obvious malcontent, she just looks at the rod as it tells its story. When it's finished, she turns it over in her hand, then looks at the rest of the group. \"...It seems like it's looking for help... It claims it used to be a powerful weapon, but was broken up and scattered, and it wants our help to put it back together. Also, whoever did all this...\" She makes a sweeping motion with a hand to indicate the desctruction. \"Is a force to be reckoned with...\" Looking back down at the rod, she speaks aloud to it. \"Can you speak, Rod? And do you have a name?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " A voice fills each of your minds and says, “Yes, yes Rasellia, I can speak, telepathically with the whole group. I can speak auditory; however, I find it so unintelligent that I prefer not to do so. I do have a name, both a common name and a true name. I will not tell you my true name only my common name, its Solace. We should move quickly, for the warlock will quickly return.” " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen (1d20)[ 6 ](6) spot (1d20)[ 20 ](20) [/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks a little bit shocked, a little bit scared, and very confused by the talking rod. When he hears about the warlock, his grim face returns. \"Sleep here indeed! I would rather face a pack of wolfs in the dead of night then some warlock. Lets head back to the inn and rest there.\" \n\nBolvar's face suddenly darkens. \"However, if the warlock can sense the rod, and follows us to the inn, those nice people will get caught up in it. It might be better that we just stay here until we deciede what to do next.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n She raises a reassuring hand to Bolvar. \"Nownow, Solace here said that he successfully shielded himself from detection, so I don't think going back to the inn will put them in any danger. We can't, however, forget about why we're out here...\" Her look hardens as she turns to Thorael and nods. \"We're out to bring some law to these lands, and if not law, at least vengeance. I say we stake out somewhere out here, if not in this cave, then somewhere nearby. Unless these were the bandits we were looking for.... hmmm...\" A stroke of inspiration his Rasellia, and she takes it upon herself to go over to the crates and look through them herself, trying to see if she can recognize any items from the caravan she was a part of. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The voice pleads in agony, \"You fool, do you not know anything about magic shielding. I have let my shielding go to be found by you. If he is strong enough, he might already be sensing that I have revealed myself. He knows that I am in these hills already. You are much too weak to fight him and his legions, in less you wish to become one of his legions. We need to make haste to a city, anything that can help shield us from his magic or at least have too many places to look. The bandits you are after are now part of his legion, look around you, it looks as if a battle has been fought here, but where are the bodies?” " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Frowning at Solace it interrupts her thoughts on vengeance, she continues her search as she replies. \"How do you know these were the people we were looking for? Just because there's a living space in the side of a hill in some woods doesn't mean they were bandits, and even if they were, who's to say they were the ones we were looking for?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search check: (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The rod gives no reply to Rasellia's question. As Rasellia searches through the bloody moldy grain she does not find anything else of worth (besides more bloody moldy grain). " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n Weapon of power, now that is interesting. Though I am in no hurry to meet up with this warlock. Traveling at night does not have a promising outcome either. Calthoric pockets his divvied coins and stands away from the fire. \"I could be mistaken but I have always thought a knights code was Justice before vengeance. If these are the bandits we sought then vengeance has been served. Also if the rod is correct you'll have another opportunity to give out your vengeance when met with the warlocks raiding parties again. Either way the thing is right we cannot stay here if what it says is true. Besides that I am starving and we need to find someplace with some food heading back to the inn seems counter-productive. I am unfamiliar with this particular region does anyone know where the closest city is? \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The rod pipes up to answer Calthoric's question, \"The city of Nesmee is a few weeks journey to the south. It is the largest city around. There is a smaller town a days journey to the south. Follow the river until you get there. I would recommend sticking to the roads until we get to Nesmee.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael nods in grim determination taking in all that is being said. \" A city would have resources available that we do not have here. Tomes that may authenticate the veracity of this tall tale. If a necromancer is a foot, and is seeking out this item of power, it cannot be good. That again, is if ... \" Thorael begins to pace back and forth deep in thought. \" In addition to vengeance, my purpose here was to reclaim my stolen gear. We have no equipment. Minimal food. I do have a small amount of concern for the inn keeper. I think the right thing to do would be go back to the Inn. Warn him, and supply with food before journeying south. While i have no problem traveling at night, it may be a difficult journey for which ever direction we turn \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"It seems most everyone is in favor of traveling back to the inn. Seeing that it is a week travel at least to make it to a city of any size we are going to need supplies and that is the closest location I can think of to buy supplies. Hopefully there will be a beast of burden we will be able to purchase as well there. Pack up the camp and lets leave this place before we are visited by something we do not wish to be visited by.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia continued to search for a few more moments while the others voiced their comments. Giving a sigh as Calthoric sums it up, she gives an ill-tempered kick to one of the crates. \"Very well... I agree that it would be against our best interests. I'm... loathe to give up the search for these fiends, and while I take some relief in hoping that they met some horrible fate here, we have no way of knowing. I am no knight, however... I'm not bound by any code of conduct besides that of mine and God's; these monsters slaughtered servants of God, and the only course of action is to find them and bring them to justice. If they DID meet their fate here, then my mission has been a failure - my friends have not been avenged, and their malefactors have been taken from this world by a completely unrelated event.\"\n Glaring at Solace, with a look of contempt more than anything, she walks over to her set-aside crossbow and reclips it to her hip. \"If we're going, let's just go.\" \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 13 spot[(1d20) = 19[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks off into space, and then turns to Rasellia. \"Vengence is not something us mere mortals should give. Your dead comrades would not want you to waste your life searching for there killers just to hurt them. No, I believe the dead do not want vengence. They simply want those of us left behind to be happy in their stead, and for us to make sure that no one ends up like them. These bandits have left this world, they cannot hurt anyone any longer. That part of what you most do for them is compelte. Now, lets get out of this place and figure out what to do.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You leave the cave and start marching north. There is a full moon illuminating you way. As you continue Thoreal and Rasellia something.\n \n Spoiler \n \nYou see what looks to be a large creature take off from a short distance away and cross the moon. It is hard to tell exactly what the creature is.\n \n\n \n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n It is nearing dawn as you are getting closer to the Inn. The desire for a nice bed to lay in is all that you can think of at this point. You are tired from this long days journey. As you get closer you smell something burning. As you approach you can see flames licking away at the inn. The inn is on fire and burning quit quickly. You stand outside the burning building wondering what to do next. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n The half-elf points skyward with a look of alarm. \"What in the hells is that?!\" Looking at Thorael and the others in shock. \"I have a bad feeling about this... we should pick up the pace...\"\n\n Sure enough, their approach towards the inn confirms her gut feelings. Unsure of the usefullness of doing so, she runs toward the burning building, trying to assess the damage as much as she can; how long as it been burning? Are there cries for help? Is there any sign of people having escaped? Futiley, she conjures up some water, dousing the doorframe with the liquid. \"Dammit, no!\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Casting create water (10 gallons) on K15\n \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The water does little to put out the flames. The whole inn is a blaze, you hear nothing except for the crackling of flames. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael raises an eyebrow at Rasellias feeble attempts. \" What are you doing Rasellia? They still may be in there! Do you not have any incantations you can ask your higher power for which will protect you or us from fire? Is there no way to tell if they yet live? What about you Solace ? \" The look on the mages face shows true concern...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nId Flyin critter...\n Knowledge Check - (1d20)[ 7 ] \nK:Arcane +13\nK:Planes +5\nK:Everything Else +4\n\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Knowledge Check results [Ayr]\n \n Spoiler \nIt is a dragon, you are unsure what type, could be black/blue/green/red due to the distance and seeing it at night.\n \n\n The rod makes no reply to Thoreal's question " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 1 spot[(1d20) = 4[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\n\" There is nothing we can do here now. These people paid with there lives to teach us a lesson. We have apparently run across something that someone wants enough to kill people we merely have contact with. We will have to be careful about where we stay. Lets go. We need to get away from this place before more trouble comes. \"" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 4\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n \nRasellia curses herself quietly and backs away, shaking her head at the elf. \"No, there is no power I possess that would allow us to get through that inferno... my healing could keep me alive, but it wouldn't stop me from suffocating in the smoke... I'm afraid Bolvar is right; we have to leave here, now, before anyone else gets hurt. I just hope they made it out okay. I mean, how hard is it not to notice flames raging, huh?\" She gives a weak smile which quickly fades with thought. \"Throrael, do you think that creature had anything to do with this?\"\n \n \n Spoiler \n Not even gonna TRY a knowledge check... good ol' -1 Int :D\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael shakes his head.\" ... nothing we can do... \" Rasellia's words strike him, and he answers almost absentmindedly. \" Dragons can unleash this kind of devastation, although i didn't see it well enough to tell if it was a Young Red, or a magic using Blue, Black, or Green. I don't think a White would be this far South, and we're a bit too far from any Arid lands for it to realistically be a Blue. \" The mage stares off into the flames, mesmerized by the loss. Shaking his head after a moment, he comes back to reality. \" Fair enough, fair enough... I would not have been able to rest knowing we did not at least attempt to warn the poor Inn keeper. We have done our duty, and my conscience is clear. We should head south east, and camp a hundred yards or so off the road before we really move on. I still have a majority of my spells available, so a full 8 hours wont be required. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf you do move us along, I'll use Extended Rope trick at the camp site to keep us safe... {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You find a quiet place to nap in the hidden room for a few hours (4) and then you head south. You follow the road for hours and soon the sun starts to wain. You think that the town should be coming in the near future. Then a weird thought enters your mind, why have the birds not been chirping lately. You slowly turn around and then you see a large creature with yellowish-brown coat trying to hide behind a bush. It sniffs the air with an dull ivory beak as it's red eyes glare at you. You feel for the first time that you are prey. \n\n[knowledge nature DC: 15] \n Spoiler \nThis creature is an Owlbear it likes to hunt stuff (i.e., you)\n \n\n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael, thoughly grumpy and some what put out, steps his way to the front. \" We have no time to fiddle with Flora and Fauna. Luckly Natural creatures spook more easily than Magical Beasts. ggrrrrRRRAAAHHH ET TU ETIEN?! \" And with these words, the mage claps his hands together. >KRACKTHWOOM< A bolt of lightning strikes forth from the Elf, singeing the creature slightly. \" NOW OFF YOU GO BEAR!! FIND SOME BERRYS OR HONEY SOMEWHERE ELSE!! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n K:Nature - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \nlovely\n\nMove: E16 (man i need my glasses)\nStandard: Cast Lightning Bolt\n\n Lightning Bolt - (5d6)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](13) \nWell that sucked. feel Free to Reflex for 1/2 DC:16 (+2 to your save for cover ?)\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The creature is able to slightly duck out of the way of the lighting bolt as it comes crashing towards it. It seems enraged now by the attack....\n[AC: 15 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural), touch 10, flat-footed 14]\n reflex - (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n\n[DM] \n Spoiler \n Owlbear-44 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 4\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia, somewhat surprised by Thorael's eagerness to lash out, observes the beast's reaction for a moment. Realizing that it wasn't backing off, she draws her sword. \"Seems like this isn't any ordinary beast... no bear I know has a beak, Thorael!\" She approaches cautiously, firmly calling out for her Saviour's protection before getting too close.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving 30 ft. to F13\nCasting shield of faith +2 upon herself\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 12/12/10 \| Robes\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 19 spot[(1d20) = 14[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar moves in front of the group, to f14 where he is waiting for the monster to come to him. \" Trolls, bear-chickens, and a talking rod. What a story this has turned into! Next we will be attacks by unicorns.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric watches as Thoreal releases a bolt of lighting unaware that a creature was even present. He brings up his bow but can see he does not have a clean shot. He holds his action until the beats comes out into the clearing and will then release two quick shots.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nAttack 2: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n [AC: 15 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural), touch 10, flat-footed 14]\n \nThe creature rushes forward (2x move) and is hit by Cathoric's two arrows. The beast continues to come forward as if the arrows did not affect it, its beak pecking in your direction.\n\n [DM] \n Spoiler \n Owlbear-38 \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n \n \"Get BACK, you abomination of nature!!\" Attempting to start this battle off right, she puts al of her strength behind her first swordswing, teeth bared at this wild obstacle in their path.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPower attack: +5 dmg, -5 to-hit\nTo-hit: (1d20+2)[ 22 ] Crit chance in OOC thread\nDamage: (1d8+7)[ 14 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Wha...I..What? Not a bear?! \" Thoraels eyes neary exit his skull. He takes a hesitant step, backwards, and begins floundering with his bow. Turning, he finally gets it from over his shoulder. After a few more steps in retreat he knocks an arrow. Spinning in place, he draws, and lets fly. With a Thwunk and an \" OW!! \" the arrow drops harmlessly at the wizards feet, as he shakes his hand, welt appearing on his forearm...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove: A20 (Gilly move to B20)\nStandard: Attack Ranged To Hit - Shortbow - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nNice...1 :(\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 9 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 37/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 12 spot[(1d20) = 20[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nAs the monster closes with Bolvar, Bolvar smiles as he swings. \"Come on you bear-chicken, lets see what you got.\" As his sword slices the monster, he grins evily. \"Stupid troll, making me look like I can't fight.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: 1d20 = 14 +8 = 22\nDamage: 2d6 = 4 + 2 = 6 damage\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric surveys the battle area and though seeming as if it is mostly under control he releases another two arrows against his better judgment. He watches as both arrows find their mark and plunge into the monsters flesh.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nAttack 2: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The blows cut deeply into the bear. It howls in pain and then the bear like creature tries to slash at Rasilla with its claw but misses. However, he does connect with a claw and a bite to Bolvar ripping through his flesh (11 dmg).\n\n\n[DM]\n \n Spoiler \n Owlbear-13 \n \n\n rolls\n \n Spoiler \n claw attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] dmg 1 - (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n claw attack 2 - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] dmg 2 - (1d6+5)[ 8 ] \n bite - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] dmg bite - (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n \nTaking advantage of the owlbear's focus on Bolvar, she sidesteps around it, trying to gain a further advantage. \"Bolvar, get around it!\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n5-foot step to G12\nPower attack: +5 damage, -5 to-hit\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n Damage: (1d8+7)[ 14 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nAs Rasellia and Bovar maneuver around the beast, Thorael sees his opening and knocks another arrow. Beads of sweat trickle down his brow as he focuses his concentration on his target. Drawing back to his anchor point, his sore arm and hand begin to shake. Thwunk. \" YEOWCH!! \" Again, his misfires, and again... the arrow drops harmlessly at his feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Ranged Attack - Shortbow - (1d20)[ 1 ] (+4 Ranged Attack -4 Into Melee)\nAwesome!!! two 1s in a row\n Shortbow Damage - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\nArrows-\nHit:-\nMiss: 2\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 26/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 8 spot[(1d20) = 12[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Err, right!\" The sudden need to think during battle causes Bolvar to lose focus, and his sword sails in the air harmlessly. He does however take a step towards flanking the beast. \n \n Spoiler \n\nattack: 1d20 = 5 + 8 = 13\nmove: move to f15\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The bear like creature focus now upon the barbarian. It swings both of it's claws and massive beak at the man. It connects with one of it's claws scraping Bolvar's leg leaving nasty ripped flesh (11 dmg) squirting blood upon the trail. Its other claw rakes harmlessly against Bolvar's breastplate denting the metal. It tries to bite but Bolvar is able to lean back and the creature finds only air. \n\n[rolls]\n \n Spoiler \n c1 - (1d20+9)[ 22 ] dmg1 - (1d6+5)[ 11 ] \n c2 - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] dmg2 - (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n b - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] dmg3 - (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric watches the battle. Not knowing when they would be able to require more arrows he holds his action seeing the creature filled with cuts and beatings from the battle. It does not look like he will last much longer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n\"Not him, you beast, ME!\" Maintaining her relentless assault, she brings her blade around once more, thrusting it straight towards the wounded foe's backside.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPower attack: +5 dmg, -5 to-hit\nFlanking: +2 to-hit\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d8+7)[ 10 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The creature howls in pain, you can tell it is mortally wounded, however, it still rages.\n\n[ooc: it is still alive, just wanted to inform you that it is close to dead]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 15/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 19 spot[(1d20) = 8[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar's wounds make him sway, but he stays on his feet. He readies on last desperate blow, and winds up into it. His vision crosses as he swings, and he blow goes wide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack: 1d20 = 7 +8 -5 (power attack) = 9\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[OOC: it only has 3 HP left so if someone does more damage than that they can write about the finishing blow]......................" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nSwapping his bow to his off hand, Thorael continues to shake off the stinging in his fore arm. Looking to the meat shields in the front he quips with a touch of impatients... \" Finish the Beast and lets be done with this!!! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nArrows-\nHit:-\nMiss: 2\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The creature massively wounded continues its assault on Bolvar. It strikes at Bolvar hitting with one claw bending and cutting into his chest (11 dmg). The other two attacks harmlessly miss his massive body. Bolvar struggles to stay standing as the beast growls in pain itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n a1 - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] d1 - (1d6+5)[ 11 ] \n a2 - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] d2 - (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n b - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] b - (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n \nShe narrows her eyes in determination, knowing that Bolvar wouldn't last much longer under this kind of punishment, and being unable to reach him effectively with her spells in this position. Her heart pounding in her chest as she readies her blade for one final blow, she had to make this count, she had to... ...I HAVE to...!!!\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttacking!\n (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nHer blow striking true, her blade skewers the raging beast behind it's right forelimb, a gaping wound already bleeding out a torrent onto the ground. The added laceration severs the monster's entire right arm, it's brackish blood practically exploding from the force of the blow as the useless limb falls to the ground. The traumatic bloodloss and pain causes the beast to fall before Bolvar, whereupon Rasellia finishes it off with a swift thrust to the middle of it's upper back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Coup de Grace, do I even have to make rolls? <3\n \n\n\nPanting heavily a she lets the tip of her blood-coated blade rest on the trampled grass, she shakes her head to let some of her sweat-dampened bangs out of her eyes, looking over at Bolvar. \"Are... are you... okay...?\" \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric lowers his readied arrow and looks at the onslaught. He did not realize that Bolvar got the worst of the creatures attacks. Looking up he takes in his surroundings and time of day. \"Lady Rasellia are you able to assist Master Bolvar? I have nothing that can aid him and he is looking the worse for ware. Master Bolvar do you feel you will be able to continue this is not a prime place to set up any kind of rest. Perhaps the beast itself might have something to aid us without having to waste your talents Lady Rasellia\" \n\nHe then proceeds to the corpse and begins to search the body. Looking for potions mostly but also anything else that it might have been carrying.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\n\" By the gods, what was that thing? Do you think there are anymore? \" Thorael scans the area with his superior elven sight.\" I don't detect any additional movement. Quite a beast, quite-a-beast. Took a full dose of my arcane power, and still had enough to battle you two. Quite a beast. unnatural of course, but what a guardian it would. make... Hmm. Anyway. Bolvar, you do indeed look quite... abused. Are you able to travel. Staying here is not an option when we are so near to town. We must make haste to get out of this wilderness \" Thorael pauses a moment watching Cal lewt the body. Chuckling a bit to himself, \" Calthoric... make sure you check it's pockets! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrior to leaving i will collect some \"samples\". Feathers, Tufts of Fur, etc for \"componenets\"\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You examine the dead creature, its body is larger than a bear. However, it does have some features that remind you of a bear but also feathers and a beak of a bird. The deceased creature has nothing of worth on it, it seems more like an animal than a cognoscente being. You can see clearly the path of bent grass that it walked through to get to where you fought it.\n\n\n[If you follow the path]\n \n Spoiler \nYou follow the path for almost a mile, you can see the road that you have been previously traveling to the right of you. You think this creature was stalking you for a while. Soon you come upon a shallow rock cave/face (The cave is like 5 feet deep). You can see the bones and rotting meat of different creatures.\n\n[Search DC20] \n Spoiler \n 6 pp, 231 gp, 330 sp, 825 cp\nMasterwork Kama (152 gp), Masterwork Dwarven Wareaxe (180 gp), Masterwork Longbow, Composite (250 gp) Alchemist's fire (3 flasks) (60 gp)\n \n\n \n\n\n[If you continue on]\n \n Spoiler \nPlease tell me\n \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 4/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 19 spot[(1d20) = 8[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar sways on his feet. \"I will not die from this. I can continue without aid, but if it comes to fighting, I will have to leave the battle to you fine folk.\" Bolvar plants his sword in the ground and leans on it. \" I guess we should continue on our way, I will have to wait until night to rest like everyone else.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia frowns at such talk of continuing on. \"In your condition? I should think not. I shall be but a moment, gentlemen.\" She transfers the hilt of her sword to her shield hand, holding it a bit awkwardly as she places her right hand on Bolvar's chest gently, shaking her head in admiration and shock at the punishment the brave brute took. \"Just relax, Bolvar. The pain'll be over in a few moments...\" She channels God's divine awesomeness into the fighter's body until she feels satisfied with the wounds' closure. \n \n Spoiler \n Casting searing light Casting cure moderate wounds x3\n (2d8+5)[ 18 ] \n (2d8+5)[ 13 ] \n (2d8+5)[ 11 ] \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nAlmost wincing at the over use of her magic Calthoric takes note of the creature and plucks a few feathers from it. \"We should continue moving toward town this thing has nothing of use on it except for some of these feathers.\" He looks about the area one last time then looks to see if the group is ready to continue. When they seem to be ready he proceeds to head in the direction of town.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet me know how many good feathers I am able to retreive\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric, you are able to get (1d20)[ 15 ] nice feathers from the corpse.\n\n[To the town - going to continue on the road (not path)]" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael nods in agreement. \" Aye... we should go, and hurry. No being sure there arent more of these things out here. Best to leave them to the next group of tasty treats...er... travelers that make their way down this road. \" As the group prepares to depart, the mage takes a few samples of his own. collecting up a few feathers, some tufts of hair. Glancing over to the others. \" Would one of you mind? I would love one of these claws to study further, but i have no knife... quite-a-beast \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 9 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You continue south, the road becomes longer and longer and you are almost around the mountain bend. The sun is almost set when you can finally see the town in the distance. There is a pillar of black smoke rising from the village. Your pace quicken as you rush towards the town and as you enter through the broken wall, you see the town in ruins, some of the building are still blazing and others are smoldering ruins.\n\n[Spot Check DC: 15]\n \n Spoiler \nYou notice that there are no bodies lying around. The town has been destroyed but where are the people?\n \n\n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nAll the buildings have been touched by fire or are now in partial ruin. Your lungs start to burn being around all the smoke. You hear the rod mutter, \" It has begun. \" But does not respond to any of your questions. " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nAs bolvar recieves the healing, he sighs. \"Thank you dear lady. I feel like I have just awoken from a long sleep after being tired. Truly, your magic is a wonderous thing.\" \n\nWhen Thorael requests a bear claw, Bolvar walks over and loops a paw off with his sword. \"Farwell mighty beast. I hope we never meet another of your kind.\" Bolvar then throws the paw at Thorael, \"Catch!\" \n\nWhen the group enters town, Bolvar looks at the group. \"What is this monster that is following us? Destroying entire towns when we are not even in them. Maybe we should just grind the rod into dust and be done with it?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n \n The female sways, both the sickening feeling and gnawing hunger eating away at her stomach making her a bit dizzy. The measly four hours of sleep last night didn't help either. Rubbing at her forehead in frustration, she looks around at the non-burning buildings. \"Are we... are we gonna check out these buildings or what? If not, I just want to get out of here... it's too hot here...\" \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael lets out an audible gasp. Sweat trickles from his brow, and dirt smudges mar his features. Crimson robes, more dingy now that days of travel have set in. Fire. Rasellia's words bring him back to his senses. \" Aye... we should make haste. Help who we can, but we must restock. We cannot travel to Nesmee with what stores we have. Weapons, Armor, Food... most importantly food and water. Then we must be off. Beware friends, whoever is responsible for this may still be lurking about... \" The mage's eyes absently drift to the Rod in Rasellia's pack/belt/pouch/sack...\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 20 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric eyes the devastated town with unsympathetic eyes. Better them then me. \"Help who? I do not see any bodies laying about the area. As to someone following us. It would be quite the task to follow one ahead of time. We have not been to this town for someone to sack it because of us. If by chance someone did know where we were heading then why not wait here for us and just take us unawares? We need supplies and the people of this town no longer need whatever we find here. Lets check the buildings that are not on fire for some supplies and hopefully items that can better help our journey.\" He moves to the closest building and opens the door.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to K14 and open the door to look inside. \n\n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \|Search\| (1d20+9)[ 14 ] [/table]\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The door creaks open, unlatched, a putrid smell fills the air. You are looking at what once was a bakery, however, you can only guess that in vague terms. There are blood stains and scraps of food throughout the room. You do not see any bodies, but clearly a battle was fought in side this building. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " To the northeast you hear something, it sounds like a voice shouting, \" Hel-lo...anyone be here?\" in a gruff raspy voice. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe brains of the outfit watches as Calthoric enters the bakery. Pausing a moment, anticipating screams of agony, he presumes the all clear a follows closely behind. Just as he crosses the threashold, he hears the shouting from the north east. Turning in the doorway, he shouts back. \" Aye... Over Here, We're a heavily armed group of adventurers investigating the cause of this and looking for survivors, and in no way responsible for the carnage you see here!!! \". Thorael nods and grins, quite pleased with himself, and his ability to mold the thoughts and feelings of mere mortals...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Bluff/Diplomacy 21 \n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You see a dwarf cloud in half plate move around the corner of the building. He has a crossbow pointed in your general direction. \" Aih, who you be? You know anythin' about wha' happened here?\" He looks over you four, seeming to contemplate who is the biggest threat if you turn hostile. \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javilin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael, looks to Rasellia, and before she can speak peers over the shoulder of Bolvar and continues. \" Did ye not hear what i'm sayin to ya Dwarf?! We are a band of adventureurs, just come upon this place. We know nothing of what happenend here. There may yet be surviviors. Either Help us search, Let fly with your bolt, or go back to yer hole, but your yappin is wasting time... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll claim the soft cover from Bolvar if he decides to let fly...\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Agreed! If we are to help any survivors here, we must do so quickly. We have no time to argue with us. Help us, or get out the way.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \" Aye, I 'eard ya, you scrawny stuck up e'f. I doun't believe there be any survivors, I've been lookin' since me boat landed in the morn. I an't be lettin' loose any bolts in less ya' give me good reason. You, me, and the crew be all that 'ere in his 'ole. W'ere you be 'eading?\" The dwarf lowers his crossbow but still remains a solid grip on the handle. \" I be Dweak...who be the likes of you?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia downs the rest of her water from her waterskin, looking at the empty vessel with disappointment. She passes her hand over it, refilling it and thanking God quietly, though the sincerity is somewhat lost by the irritation in her face. She keeps her thoughts to herself, but she couldn't help but agree with the arcane-caster of the group; this dwarf had a lot of nerve coming out of nowhere and trying to order them around.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting create water \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric leaves the bakery disappointed to not find anything useful. He seems unmarked by all the blood and chaos that is consuming the area. He listens to the voice but ignores it and visibly flinches when the elf near him responds. He listens to the parley with interest but when introductions are given he feels honesty is not always the best policy. Hopefully the rest do not give away my attempt to deceive \n \"Master Dweak did you say? I am Lord Grathen of the Northern houses of Glackspree. These are my advisor's and personal guards escorting me on a trade mission to this now battered town. I trust you and your crew did not acquire anything during your search for survivors. Speaking of which, where are your fine men of the sea? Perhaps you can transport my entourage and myself to another port destination that was second on our list. After, of course, I verify that those who I came to seek out are not here.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 17 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n \n The half-elf's eyes flash in both anger and indignation, teeth grating as she clenches her fist around the now-filled waterskin, threatening to pop the top off. How dare he?! How... DARE he?? She's a bit too busy mulling over this ponderance, quietly boiling over in rage as she deliberates whether or not to reveal the rogue to be the liar he is. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Nice to meet ye, me Lord. Aye, we do 'ave some room if ye be willing to work or ye got some s'iny coin. T'ere be some empty 'ammocks for ye to sleep in. Me boss's s'ip is not much, but tis going sout' to Nesmee. Will ye follow me down to the docks?\" The dwarf motions to the northeast where he first came from.\n\n\n[CHU]\n \n Spoiler \nThe rod softly whispers to you. \"Calm down, Dwarfs are gruff, humans are stupid, and elves are arrogant. However, do not look a gift horse in the mouth.\" \n \n\n\nYou follow the dwarf through the maze of burning buildings. A few times you have to turn around because a building has collapsed blocking the street. A northern wind seems to be blowing strongly causing flames to leap across buildings. Your lungs burn with the pain of smoke. At one point the dwarf stops and pulls out a cloth, soaks it in water, and places it upon his mouth. He motions for you to do the same. You continue wondering through the streets, starting to believe that the dwarf has betrayed you when you see the river. A boat is anchored 20 feet away from the shore. You see the remains of a broken dock. There is a small rowboat with a dwarf and a human standing by it, they wave to Dwack as he approaches. They greet you and help you upon the row boat. After a few moments you are helped aboard the ship. The captain, a brawny dwarf, greets you with a smile. He is dressed in full plate, a weird choice for a sea captain. Dwack introduces you to him and he replies \" Welcome, aboard. You are desiring to 'ead to Nesmee? Well, I need crew, if your looking for a transport or a cruise t'en you best be c'oosing anot'er boat in this town. 'Owever, since t'is s'ip be t'e only one, I'll strike ye a deal. If ye want to rest, then the fair be 200 gold. Ot'er wise, I'll give ye free passage and food for some work. 'Ow does that sound?\" He waits for your reply. Then adds, \"W'y yu 'ave a goblin wit' ya?\" \n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]His eyes narrow at the dwarf and an indigent scowl crosses his face. No point of wasting and argument on peon that cannot make the decisions he will lead us to his captain. Calthoric follows Dweak to his captain. He bows to the captain and winces at the goblin forgetting that the creature was with them.\n\n \"Captain...?\" Calthoric says as he waves an open hand in a small circle to entice a name from him. \"Do not mind the slave. I am offended at your offer. You crew member has made our introductions to you however should you have failed to understand I shall reiterate. I am Lord Grathen of the Northern houses of Glackspree and I am traveling on behest of trade negotiations. As you can see by my contigent even you can not deny the validation of our claims. That being the case you should by right of the compact treaty the Nesmee safe waterway travel act offer any nobleman safe passage and protection while sailing in and around Nesmee waterways. Should I feel inclined to do so I can report your ship to the rejection of offering safe passage to the trade comissions of Nesmee and have your berthing permits revoked denying you access to one of the most profitable trade routes in this realm. With that being said I am not without sympathy for merchants looking to earn a living such as you and your fine crew. I will pay you five gold pieces a head and should the need arise I will allow my accompanyment to provide aid to save your ship if trouble on the seas rears its ugly head.\" Calthoric crosses his arms and gives a stern look to the captain waiting his response. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The captain frowns at Calthoric's proposal. \" The Northern 'ouses of Glackspree you say. 'Ow is Lord Munser, I 'eard 'e remarried. 'e is a close friend of mine. W'at was 'is new brides name again? Tis a s'ame t'at you are not up on Nesmee's trade policies, especially after t'e noble 'ouses lost power to merc'ant 'ouses. T'e merc'ants ended the safe waterway act because it was unjust to us struggling merc'ants. We now can c'arge w'at ever we want.\" With that he chuckles, \" Now Lord Grat'en, I wager t'at you 'ave not been to Nesmee in some time. Being a Noble of Nesmee is one t'hing in Nesmee. 'Owever, we are far from Nesmee, and by the looks of your 'enc'men, your 'ouse is barely surviving. I 'ope t'at t'e bank 'as not frozen t'e rest of your accounts for t'e Nesmee you knew, tis not t'e Nesmee of today. Now w'ere were we? Ah, yes, settling your fair. 'ow about 150 gold for travel.\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar sits quietly waiting for Calthoric and the captain to reach an agreement. \"I am sorry, but I seem to have missed this. What brings you and your crew here? Isn't it odd that we all showed up here at the same time?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Dwack turns to Bolvar to reply to his question. \" Aye, t'is interesting that you and we 'appen upon this town. Unfortunately, t'is not the only destroyed town we 'ave seen in t'e last week. We were up nort' passed t'roug' two more burned out towns on the river. Tis a 'arch nort'. Looks like we bring sad news to Nesmee. We are merc'ants and bounty 'unters. We were after a bounty and are now returning to Nesmee. 'Ow did you survive t'e attack?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n \n Rasellia seems to calm down after a few moments, comforted only slightly by the words whispered to her. She remains quiet on the boat, but upon their arrival on the ship, and Calthoric's... stretching of the truth, she steps forward. \"I will work on your vessel, Captain, as I have no money, and I am part of no noble's entourage; I can tell you also there is nothing particularly aristocratic about any ONE of us.\" She gives a scowl to the rest of the group for their dishonesty before looking back at the captain. \"What is it you would have me do?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The captain looks confused by Rasellia's statement. \"I will need you just to help the crew in any way possible, washing the decks, helping with the sails, maybe a little rowing. Cooking if you are able. Now help me to understand how you are not part of a noble's entourage.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\n She rolls her eyes. \"You are too quick to trust the words of passersby, dwarf.\" She stabs a finger at Calthoric. \" This man is no noble, and even if he were, I am no hired hand for him to hide behind!\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"So you attempt to deceive me and trick me into giving you free passage. I could throw you in the brig with the bounty, but I have no grounds under river code. If I left you here in the burning city, then I would be no greater than you. You have the choice, work or pay; however, i will keep a close eye on you, thief.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric sighs and shakes his head slowly. \"You should probably heed your own advise Lady Rasellia. Until now we did not know if it was in fact these dwarves that sacked this town. Perhaps trusting someone you have been traveling with for the past few days would have been wiser.\" Annoyance clearly displayed on his face he turns to look at the captain. \"Lady Rasellia is correct I am no noble. My name is Calthoric Wintersbane. Forgive my deception but it was a necessary one as if you were not who you said you were upon hearing I was a noble would at least kept us alive in hopes that you would seek ransom. It is now apparent you are indeed merchants of the neighboring town of which I have never been. I have recited an act that I know some lordships invoke hoping one was also in place in this realm. I have no intention of working for you crew as I know nothing about sailing. How much is the fair for all but the lady as she would apparently be satisfied doing a normal womanly function of cooking.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar claps his hand on Calthoric's shoulder. He is smiling brightly. \"A little bit of work never hurt anyone. If you know nothing of sailing, you will know something after working on a ship. I will work on your ship captain. I am a slow man, and those ropes look confusing. I will probably only be good at lifting heavy stuff. Just tell me what I must do.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe wizard places his hand upon his face with a slight shake of his head, thumb resting just under his cheek bone, fore and middle fingers massaging the area between his dark eyebrows and up to his hair line.\n\n\" Reckless Rasellia... reckless. First of all hun, you need to keep your knickers out of a bunch, and let the nobleman work his craft. If you are incapable of comprehending that which is going around you, you need to keep...you need to hold your tongue, and leave all the talky talk stuff to the adults. m'kay? \" Turning his attention to the dwarf.\n\n\" Alrighty there Cap'n . You need to keep your bloomers from creeping as well. There will be no brig for anyone here. You forget, we have a third option. Work, Pay, or Walk . I for one, am loathe to participate in manual labor, and not too fond of sea travel, especially aboard a boat with a crew known for its love of underground holes and stone. Who are purported to sink like them, and are not notoriously known for their fondness of water. Calthoric, makes a good point. We don't know that you weren't responsible for the sackin of this town. \" Thorael sighs and takes a deep breath. \" That being said, since my companions here seem set on a three hour tour, and have the collective wisdom of the local villiage idiot, i will consider tagging along. I need assurances that no harm will come to my Valet. His muscle and arm will be at your disposal. He makes an exceptional tea. If you, however, deem that you'd rather have my muscle, over my arcane might... rest assured that i would die before i cast a single spell in defense of this vessal. Alternatly, we can negotioate my spell casting fees in private, or we could simpley trade passage for full use of my mental prowess... \"\n\nLooking over at calthoric, a smile and a nod, and... a sudden realization. \" Wait a moment... you're not a noble?! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 8 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The captain sighs after hearing Thoreal's words, \" What can you offer me besides your muscle swabbing decks?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nRasellia's eyes narrow at the elf's condescension. \"Is it so much to ask for a little respect from you two?\" She shares her icy glare with the rogue. \"I am bound by no service to either of you, so do not take my skills for granted; I'm not about to gloat about my powers, but by God, they'll save you one day.\" She stabs a finger at the goblin. \"Hell, I saved your servant, didn't I Thorael? And that doesn't usher the smallest bit of gratitude from you? Rest assured, if either of you continue to flaunt your supposed intelligence over either Bolvar or myself, you'll find yourself one healer short, and several wounds too many.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Well... I'm glad to see your superior observation skills can detect even the most blatant condescension. You want respect?! Perhaps you should try using that lump between your ears for MORE THAN JUST A PERCH FOR YOUR HELMET BEFORE YOU OPEN THAT PIE HOLE!! I... I..i \" Thorael takes a deep calming breath, as he looks about the eyes fixed on him. \" Listen to us... there is something wrong here. I have felt it since... \" the mage makes sure to catch Rasellia's eye however enraged they may be\" ... just before we returned to the INN and found it ablaze. It's a palpable darkness...no, a chaos. I... apologize Lady Rasellia. We must make haste to Nesmee. Captain, if it's deck swabbing you wish of me, so be it, but i think you'll find i can be of better use... we can discuss it further once underway, but i will follow any just order you give. Just get us out of here... \" Exasperated and drained, Thorael leans heavily against the rail, sighs deeply and stares at his feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Captain roars, \"Buckle down the 'ac'es boy's we be sailing to Nesmee.\" With that you see the deckhands role into action pulling up the sails and bringing up the anchor. Soon, you feel the breeze running past your cheeks as the boat starts heading down wind and down river. \" Dwack, s'ow t'ese folk to their 'ammocks and then began s'owing t'em 'ow w'at to do.\" \n\nDwack takes you below deck, he gives you a hammock from a box labeled extra hammocks and show you how to tie it to the ship. You are at the back of the ship. In the middle of the ship is filled with boxes, crates, and hanging dried meat. The ship smells like an armpit that has never been washed on a hot sunny day in a small confided space. You can hear some banging from the front of the ship.\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nShe's taken aback by her comrade's rather unsightly outburst, and hopes that she didn't make that much of an ass of herself. Nonetheless, she feels compelled to tear right back into him with the words she's had stowed away for a while, but thinks better of it, finding some truth in what Thorael trails off with.\nShe follows Dwack below deck and listens to his instructions. The sight - not so much the smell - of meat makes her stomach growl audibly, and she turns to him. \"..Dwack... is there... is there any way I could get some food? Buy it even? I haven't eaten for two days... And does the ship usually make that sound?\" she queries, referring to the banging. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Aye, Las, we lost our cook, so all we begot is some dried meat and gruel. T'ere be a pot of cold gruel over t'ere. 'Elp your self. As for t'e banging, tis our prisoner. I be sure you'll get a gander later. Eat up and t'en make yer selfs useful. T'e decks need moping, food needs cooking, sails need sewing, find somet'ing you'er good at and do it.\" With that Dwack grabs a chuck of meat and climbs out back onto the deck. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nThe healer eyes the pot of cold gruel with a look of pure disgust, but her stomach rumbles once more at the thought of sustenance... of ANY kind. Shuddering, she serves herself a heaping bowlful, looking about warily before passing a hand over the serving, her pupils glowing green for a moment.\n \n Spoiler \n Casting detect poison \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nHe looks to Thoreal with a resigned smile and flashes a wink. \"Another tale for another time Master Thoreal.\" He states simply as he listens to the captain. Following them to below decks he retrieves his hammock and sets it up as instructed. He then helps himself to some of the gruel. Eating it as if it was as the finest meal. Upon hearing Dwacks explanation of the banging Calthoric's curiosity is peaked. \"If you will excuse me Master Dwack I find my self in need of the privy. I assume like most ships it is down by bilge? With that he head further into the bowels of the ship to find where the prisoner is located.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Chu] \n Spoiler \nThe gruel does not have any poison\n \n\n\n[Wild/everyone else]\n\n The gruel tastes like a dirty sock filled with sand, it is barely eatable, but it does fill you hungry stomachs. Venturing closer to the front of the ship, where you can hear the banging, you make your way through the cluttered boxes and crates until you see the prisoner. He is clad in chains, on attached to each foot, hand, and neck. He appears to be human, with a beard growing. He is naked except for a dirty loin cloth. He does not appear to notice you coming closer. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael lets gilly test for poison sample the gruel before consuming it himself. Eating in quiet, he follows as the grand tour is provided. The prisoner seems to break him a bit from his melancholy... er sorta. \" Don't talk to him. He may be a good guy wrongfully imprisoned by the dwarves who are really pirates. That's definitely a problem we don't need to know about right now. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar tries the gruel. He seems to move it around his mouth a bit before finally getting the courge to swallow it down. \"Eh, I have had worse. Oh hey Thorael, that conversation was confusing. Is Calthoric really a noble? Also, do we have to work on the ship? All that talking place really fast.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael looks at Bolvar with genuine sympathy in his eyes. \" It's hard to say friend, its hard to say. It was clear that Cal was using some kind of ruse, but why Rasellia would claim he was not a noble, i do not know. Perhaps his denouncement is yet another bluff, perhaps not. It's very difficult to say. All i know for sure, is yes, we are to work for our passage... and the sooner we can be off this rat infested death trap, the better. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nOverhearing the conversation between Bolvar and Thoreal Calthoric glances over his shoulder as looks to Bolvar. \"No Master Bolvar, I am not of noble blood. The deception was needed.\" Leaving the comment hang in the air like a bad odor, he looks to the prisoner and sighs at Thoreal's explanation. It now gives him an out if any useful information was to be gotten from him. Ignoring Thoreal's warning he questions the prisoner knowing he cares not for his freedom deserved or otherwise. \"What is your bounty and why was it placed?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The prisoner looks up at Calthoric coughs and then spits in his direction. \"I be innocent. These damnen dwarves have taken me captive, they have left me beaten, starving, and without sleep for days.\" \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \"Of course you are\" Calthoric rolls his eyes and reiterates his question. \"Who are you, what is your bounty and why was it placed? I have not asked if the bounty was legitimate I just want to know what the person who placed it thinks you done.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"These dwarves say that I stole and killed a noble. The family placed a bounty on my head. I have no idea how much it was. Who are you and why do you care?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[OVERLAND MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\n[MAP KEY] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nIt will take you about 9 days to get to Nesmee by boat" }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Stole a noble eh? Impressive I suppose. As far as caring, I don't. If you were able to supply us with something however we might be able to speak on your behalf and maybe prove your innocence if it is at all likely you are innocent. I am looking for any kind of information that would prove useful of the surrounding areas. Perhaps a rumor of any interesting person or item.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Rumor of what? There have been lots of interesting things occurring in these hills. You will need to be more specific.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Apparently you are useless. Enjoy your hanging.\" Calthoric then starts to look about that part of the ship just randomly looking.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Suit yourself, you are just like the others, not really caring.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThoreal goes about his business, quickly leaving the prisoner to the bleeding hearts of the company. The prisoner had it right. He basically didnt really care. What ever laws these humans followed would surely sort this out. Dispatching Gilly to set up his hammock, and prepare his area the mage heads above deck to seek out the Captain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nRasellia wolfs down her bowlful of gruel, nearly gagging at the bland, slimy coldness oozing down her throat. Finishing it off quickly, she helps herself to another half-bowl, definitely not relishing the taste, but feeling the need to stave off her hunger as long as possible so she wouldn't have to dig into this bilge once more.\nOnce she finished choking down her meal, she sets up her things around one of the designated hammocks, taking the time to clean her sword and wipe down her ashen face, sootied from the fire and ash of the burning town. Once she's made herself a bit more presentable, she takes off her armour, deciding it would be a bit too cumbersome for deckhand work, and sets off in search of Dwack or the captain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Create water to clean her face with a rag\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Calthoric]\n\n As the others leave and as you are about to turn away, the condemned man turns back to you and says, \" Wait noble, maybe we can form a deal. You seem to want or need some information. While I cannot directly give you this information, I can set you up with a...um...friend, that can help you. What do you say, you help me escape, I help you find your way?\"\n\n [Everyone Else]\n\nThe captain smiles as he sees you up on the deck ready to work. \"Aye, Make yourselves useful, there is food that needs to be made, decks washed, sails repaired, etc.\" \n\nYou see a few dwarves cleaning what look to be large metal pipes with wood at the other end. They seem to be cleaning them very carefully.\n\n[Knowledge check: Architecture and engineering or History DC 15]\n \n Spoiler \nThese metal pipes are Archibus, or firearms that propel metal rocks at high velocities with nonmagical explosions. \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar moves about the ship carefully. He is still very confused by all the new things he has never seen before. He finally comes to the conclusion that washing the deck is probably all he is good for. Bolvar begins to wash the deck, and slowly picks up speed at it. He eventually begins to race to see how fast he can move around the deck \"washing\" it." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 3\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nUnwilling do bring herself to the level of doing THE quintessential maiden's job - cooking - she opts for the lesser of two evils. She heads over to where any others might be repairing the sails, offering her unskilled but steady hand to them." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The days stretch on as you help out with the ship, taking watches, cleaning, and doing miscellaneous jobs. You look forward to having solid ground underneath your feet. You are now into the sea, you can only vaguely see the shore on either side. You look forward to seeing nesmee. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"I will think about your offer as we have many days aboard this ship.\" With that said he leaves the prisoner and returns topside. He knows little about sailing but knows a lot about ropes and knots. He pays close attention to the men attending to the riggings of the ship as well as attaching the sails. Calthoric knows it will only come in handy all too soon to know how to untie certain knots and though he recognized a few of the ones used on the ship he was more then eager to observe and learn to tie the ones he had not.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGoing to use this to allow me to add ranks in the use rope slot\n \n\n\nDuring his off duty times he banters and makes small talk with the crew getting a feeling for the captain and the dwarven race in general as he has encountered few. Feeling comfortable with the crew and able to pick up on the subtleties he approaches the captain. \"Captain if I may trouble you with some questions. I have traveled below decks looking for the privy and stumbled across your prisoner. I am to understand you said you were taking the \"bounty\" to somewhere. Bounty hunting has always been an interest of mine and I am sure you are notable in the trade. May I inquire about the price of the bounty and who and where you plan on delivering him to? It is a profession I have thought about pursuing but making contacts in such an area is difficult. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Captain smiles as you bring up the topic of a bounty. \"Aye, I be bring t'is lass to the 'Ouse of Nord, w'ere 'e will stand trial for 'is crimes. Ye reputation is w'at gets ye jobs. Ye got to start small, finding some cut purses and getting ye name big. Sometimes you 'ear t'ings in bars, sometimes, on the streets, sometimes ye join a crew bring in a big game.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " After a few more days of moping decks, repairing sails, and helping out around the ship you see Nesmee approaching. The high walls and towers remind you of how much you have missed this place. Soon the boat bumps up against the dock. \"T'anks for ye e'lp, be seeing ye now.\" Is all the captain says as you exit the ship. The dwarves with their metal rods escort the prisoner away and you now stand on the ground a few meters away from the docks. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nPleased to finally be back on dry land, the wizard takes in a deep breath of the salty sea air. Smugly looking about the port scene before him he smiles. It was no small task to make him self as small as possible on that vessel. Staying out of the way was entirely more important that helping, although he did what he could. He had avoided most of his companions on the journey, deeming it better to think things through. Clear his mind. The questions would be answered soon enough. Turning about, he spots Bolvar and Calthoric looking about similarly to him. Off to the side stands Rasellia. Whelp... no time like the present \n\n\" So... everyone enjoy their little cruise? Rasellia, i presume enough time has passed that your...um, little monthly visitor has come and gone? In a better mood are we?? \" The mage chuckles a bit, showing not malace, but a desire to break the ice. \" Whell... since you've adopted the mantle of moral compass for the company, where to?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 20 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks, mouth agape, at Thoreal and covers a slight smile. \"If you all will excuse me but a moment, I have some unfinished business with the captain. Captain if you can wait one morment!\" Calthoric quickly runs to catch up with the departing dwarves.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPulling the captain aside and in a hushed tone he speaks to the captain. \"Captain, if I could trouble you for a favor though I know this is a steep one to ask. May I purchase your bounty from you? I wish to make a name as I stated earlier in your trade. I am sure even in your early beginnings of your most illustrious career as a bounty hunter you received a hand from a veteran. I ask you for this assistance. Also if you would supply me with the directions to the house of Nord would be most helpful.\" \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric \n \n Spoiler \n The captain stops for a moment and looks you directly in the eye, \" 'ow muc' are you offering? I spent 500 gold tracking t'is one and I 'ope to receive four times t'at.\" \n \n \n You see Calthoric run to catch up with the captain and whisper to him. \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia narrows her eyes as Calthoric runs forward and whispers. What's he scheming now...? She scowls to herself, not really hearing Thorael's comment (thank all that is holy) for a few moments. Snapping out of her thoughts, she turns to look at him, blinking in surprise. \"I'm... no leader, Thorael... but we have to get Solace somewhere safe. Perhaps there is a diviner or wizard powerful enough to discern where the rest of it is?\" She pulls out the rod, looking at it. \"Unless you can tell us where...?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric is constantly looking around from the prisoner to his group and back to the captain. His expression is displaying displeasure.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"I did not realize he was that important of a bounty. Kidnapping a nobleman though a terrible crime does not seem to warrant such a bounty. Unless, of course, the nobleman is still missing. Either way I will not ask you to trust me with a bounty of such price nor can I afford to buy it from you. I did speak with the bounty and he did mention an accomplice here in town. Perhaps an arrangement can be made to ensnare the second? I am sure there is an equal bounty or at least significant one enough to make it worth your time.\" \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric\n \n Spoiler \n\" W'at 'e revealed to you was not revealed to me. W'at else do you know of this accomplice? \n \n\n The rod responds by becoming very cold but does not reveal anything. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf stares at the rod for a moment or two, then shrugs and places it back in her pack. \"I take that as a no... I guess the next step is to ask around for those knowledged in such things...\"\n\n CRIM: \n \n Spoiler \n Focusing her thoughts back on Solace, she attempts to communicate with it mentally. What are you hiding from us? If we're going to help you, we have to know what you are and what you can do. \n \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric allows a slight smile to crease his lips at the captains question.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"I did not get enough information out of the encounter. However he said he would lead me to this friend if I helped him escape so that i might acquire some information that I am after. I am not going to guarantee that there is profit to be made, but if he has a friend here it is a good bet they had a hand in his exploits. If you let me take him as or at least make it look like I am aiding his escape at night before taking him to claim the bounty we might be able to get both what we want. You more bounty and I information. However we'll need to work together on this as well as keep it quiet. What say ye captain?\" \n \n\n\nCalthoric takes another look around then eyes the prisoner and flashes him a quick wink and a slight nod when he is sure the dwarves are not looking.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric\n \n Spoiler \n The captain frowns, \"I am struggle a bit with your proposition. You stand in between me and several t'ousand gold trying to bargain for this lass to lead you to 'is partner. 'ow do I not know that you are in league with 'im, did you not lie to me the first second we met trying to convince me that you were a noble. \n \n \n Rasellia\n \n Spoiler \n The rod remains cold and it quietly responds. The walls are like corn, be careful what you say. I have not been to Nesmee since it was but a fisherman village. \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric remains expressionless but seems to had enough conversation and steadily waits for the captains to respond.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Well I cannot prove that I am or I am not in league with the prisoner so that is going to be something for you to decide. As far as our first meeting, perhaps if I had a loyal crew of men behind me honesty would have been the first course of action as the men would have insured my safty. I did not deny my ruse when it was exposed, perhaps that says something perhaps it does not. I must return to my group and my plan would give you a chance to double your purse. It is simple do you wish to attempt to earn more gold or stick with what you have. I will find what I need another way if need be. Yes or no Captain.\" \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Cathoric \n Spoiler \n \"All a man has is his word, 'ow will I know if you will not double cross me, even know you speak wit'out your group present. Your intentions seem to me to be for your gain, 'owever, I know not if it is for the money, the prisoner, for double crossing me, or for building your name\" \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks at Rylissa, and then at thorael. \"We have stumbled across something that was not meant for us to handle. We now have super powerful monster chasing us. We need to either get rid of the rod, I recommend the ocean, or we need to find someone who can tell us what to do. If we continue on like this, I am sure this evil will continue to follow us to here.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n\nSpells...\n\n\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael quickly nods in agreement with Bolvar. \" Right you are Bolvar, right you are. \" Turning to Rasellia, then back to Bolvar \" It is critical friends that we speak not of this to anyone until we better know whats going on. It may bring danger to us, or to this whole city. Rasellia, you claim no desire to lead, yet you have been reluctant to follow. Your inability to follow along with Calthoric's ruse on the boat could have jeopardized all of our safety had those dwarves been... full of malice. You cannot tell what lies in a mans heart with a single meeting, nor by the garb they wear or the post they hold. I beg of you not to speak that name, or of its owner until we can find out more. Can you keep this secret? \" Before she can respond, Thoreal holds up a hand and speaks to the commoner getting uncomfortably too close. \" You there, slovenly passer-by. Can you direct us to one of this towns more reputable Inns? It may be worth a few coppers to you... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The passer by smiles and nods, you can smell the faint smell of ale on his breath. He opens a toothless mouth and pointing down the street says, \" Yes SIR, there is the Silver Steed down the main road (his finger points out the road) about a fourth of a mile. I would be happy to take you there.\" His hands now greedily cupped open awaiting the copper. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"You are right my good captain, one has only his word and you have only to believe it or not. I understand your apprehension and take no offense to any answer you are given however we are beginning to draw the attention of others by standing here discussing in hushed tones. I will be in one in or another in this town if you wish to consider the deal as I must now return to my group. My you bounties be plentiful and always to your favor captain.\" \n \n\n\nCalthoric turns from the captain after an illustrious and practiced bow and then returns to the group as Thoreal is talking to a by stander. \"Yes, the Silver Steed Inn will do quite nicely as I need a bath and my hair is beginning to look the the home of some bird.\" Calthoric says in a bit louder then normal voice hoping the captain caught the name of the tavern.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDiplomacy = (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|[1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "(OOC: Listen check DC 17 to hear what Calthoric was whispering to the captain.)" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe wizard digs out 3 copper and hands them to the passer by. \" Thank you. Here's 2 copper for your trouble, and a third for a bath. I would think that we could manage to find this Silver Stag on our own, thank you very much. \" Thorael looks over to Calthoric who's returning from the Captain \" Silver Steed, yes yes. Silver Steed. Thank you again my man now be on your way \". Waiting patiently as the man finally travels out of ear shot, Thorael turns back to the group. \" So the Silver Steed sound good to you folk? I say we head there, and get a lay of the land. There's still plenty of daylight remaining. I need to acquire some additional gear, and see what kind of libraries are available to traveling Scholars such as my self... \" The wizard shoots a knowing wink to Calthoric while \"scratching\" his elven ears, and then scans the rest of the group for direction.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat listen DC seems a bit low, but beat it by 5{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You file down to the Inn on the dirt road. You see the many beggars that dominate the docks district disperse as you get further into town. You see the Silver Stead Inn, a large inn with several stories a head. There are numerious shops surrounding the Inn. Next to the inn on the right there is a sign for \"Grack's Weepons\" which you think is a weapon store with a misspelled name, a wooden statue of a half-orc stands outside the door holding an ax up high. On the other side of the inn there is a shop which displays armor in the glass plated window. Across from the inn there is a general store and what looks to be an magic shop.\n\nAs you enter the Silver Steed, your mouth starts to water with the aroma of cooking mutton. The common room is empty except for the bar keep washing tables. He smiles and nods in your direction as he clears a table.\n\n\n[OOC: the shop's and Inn are selling things at PBH prices]\n\n\n Thoreal\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Ayrynthyn \n That listen DC seems a bit low, but beat it by 5 \n \n\nYou hear parts of the conversation, you think it has to do with making some sort of deal for which the captain was hesitant.\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia sighs, the days of hard work and decent meals doing much to soften her harsh tongue. \"Thorael, I have no qualms with following another, so long as he or she keeps their lies to people other than me. I will not lead my life under a veil of secrecy when it is not needed, and others who try to force that veil upon me will have their own secrets revealed. Besides, HAD the dwarves been malicious, don't you think they'd be more likely to attack a rich noble than a skilled group of adventurers?\" Shaking her head to Bolvar's fears, she adjusts her pack. \"I won't be abandoning someone in need, even if it isn't alive per se. Throwing it in the ocean or hiding it somewhere is futile. You forget that our assailants can determine its location magically. Thorael is right though; we should keep this information to ourselves as much as possible, at least until we find someone we can trust who might be able to help us.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" I did not say it was a good ruse, but to throw Calthoric blatantly under the Ox Cart like that. Well... no good could have come from it. It would have been more wise to let it play out than to call a traveling companion a liar in front of total, and most likely hostile, strangers. They weren't.... lucky for us. I know Calthoric hasn't mentioned anything, but i know how you humans are. You trust much quicker than we elves, but you never forget a slight. I cannot speak for Calthoric, but i think you should speak to him. Ah... \" Thorael looks up and spots the sign for the Silver Steed. \" ...looks like we're here. \"\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " It is around noon, you can see many people moving down the street. The smell of sewage is ripe in your nose after being outside the city for so long. A beggar comes up to you as you asking for some coins, seeing your reluctant faces he moves on continuing down the road.\n\nMAP\n \n Spoiler \nComing soon, since my laptop is kind of broke for the time being, I cannot take it to my other jobs so I have no access to my mapping programs\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 4 spot[(1d20) = 10[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nWhen the group turns down Bolvars idea, he looks a little downcast. \" So, what now? We find some super wise person and have them tell us what to do? All this thinking and planning hurts my head after a while.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Updated Map\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Spoiler \n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You look up just to see a Black Dragon land at your feet. It opens its mouth and spews forth acid which flies towards you BreathWeapon - (12d4)[ 29 ] [DC 23 for half]. The townsfolk run away from the fearful presence of the Large dragon. [AC: 27 (-1 size,+18 natural), touch 9, flat-footed 27] \n\n\n\n\n\n\nImportant - Read \n Spoiler \n HAPPY APRIL FOOLS \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Either way, let's get lodging for the day... a week of nothing but that slop may have turned my innards to stone, but I hope that's not the case...\" She approaches the barkeep and smiles. \"Greetings, bartender. I see that your inn's name comes from more than the shininess of its namesake's scales. Hopefully you have room and board for myself and my fellow adventurers? We're in need of a good bed and better food.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper smiles, \" Good beds we have here. For a three gold per night I will rent out my suite to you four lads. It has four beds and I can bring in extra cots for ye servant and man-at-arms. Meals range from one silver to five depending on the meal and the size. Ale is five copper per mug, wine is one silver per goblet. I will take your money and bring you back what you order.\" He takes your orders and money and then returns with heaping plates of food and wine/ale. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric enjoys fine food and continues his normal obsession with his grooming. Changing out of the leathers and into his more regal attire he indulges the city and its people. He has always felt more comfortable in these surroundings.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am going to I am going to bluff my way for information of the house and where the prisoner is as well as wait to see if the dwarves return with an answer. I will shop for some more arrows.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGather Information (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n\n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\| (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " After you eat a hearty meal (remember to pay for it) you spent the afternoon apart. Calthoric, you hear rumors of the House of Nord is a not a reputable place, no specifics but something is not right there. You find out that the headmaster was kidnapped and later his body was found. After a Resurrection spell he was brought back to life. He identified a man whom he put out a bounty on. A dwarvin ship recently has found this man and has recently docked. \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Coming back to the inn, Calthoric you see the dwarvin captain sitting at one of the tables with a large tankyard of ale. He nods when you come in, as you approach the table he waves his has as if asking you to sit down. \"'Ollo, I be 'aving suspicions t'at I 'ave t'e wrong man. I 'ave a moral dilemma, get me gold for me job or find t'e rig't guy. I'm wondering if you are interested in 'elping find out if t'is is a sticky situation. Ye in?\"\n\n [OOC: Anyone else could have come in and over heard this conversation] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia raises an eyebrow at the \"you four lads\" comment, masking her scowl with a strained smile. \"Thank you, Sir, but I'm going to require a room to myself. Not to sound snobbish, but I'm not accustomed to co-ed sleeping quarters. How much for a single room?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric joins the captain and listens to his side. \"I have heard rumors that the house of Nord is not the most trust worthy of individuals. Are you sure there is in fact a right guy? I as well as my friends I am sure will be willing to help you correct this error. Of course if you could better equip us for the task would be greatly appreciated. If not then of course a share of the purse will be expected. After all we are talking about keeping your well earned name clean.\" Calthoric motions for the others to join him at the table.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCan you just give me a lump sum of how much to deduct for the entire week or however long we are here for\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper nods to Rasillia's request, \" I understand the need for privacy. Five silver for a room for yourself.\"\n\n The dwarf frowns at Calthoric, \"You want to be a bounty 'unter but you seem confused on the rules. Men do not front a bounty, there are sometimes multiple 'unters after one prey. I will cover your expenses, within reason, if it leads to a new capture or a new pat'.\" \n \n\n[ooc: lump sum for the week for the room together 10 gp 5 sp each (Ayr, Finn, Wild) including meals. Chu - 7 gp including meals for room by your self]" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n A group of humans comes into the common room and sits down at the table, they are very noisy. The rest of the party comes back into the common room. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nAfter a day or so, Rasellia goes about stocking up on supplies, making up for what she lacked the past week or so.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Gonna look for the following:\nBackpack\n1 week trail rations\n50' silk rope\nGrappling hook\n\nStandard prices?\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nInnkeeper:\n\" Aye, i will pay your fee. It seem's a bit odd that a single room is less expensive than one we have to share, but so be it... \" Thorael grudgingly hands over the coin.\n\nWeapon Shoppe:\n\" You there... sweaty person... Um. They provide excellent bathing facilities over at the Silver Steed, but i Digress.. I am looking to part with this trusty shortbow, and procure a bow of a more elven make. Something in a long bow perhaps? A sturdy blade is in order as well. I think a long sword would work nicely. \"\n\nGeneral Store:\n\" ...hmmm i suppose this will have to do. Hello there child. Does your mommy work here? Oh... my. I'm sorry halfling. Excellent. Anyway... i've come to Barter. I have some Rope, 100' to be exact, and a sizeable pouch of gold and platnum. I quest for adventuring gear. Can you assist me? \"\n\nMagic Shop Vendor:\n\" Greetings to you Sir. Are you the Proprietor of this fine establishment? I seek possible employment. I'm quite gifted you see in the crafting of magical artifacts, and Alchemical Items. I also have a knack for the daily dole drums of Shop Keeping... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Ayrynthyn \n Innkeeper:\n\" Aye, i will pay your fee. It seem's a bit odd that a single room is less expensive than one we have to share, but so be it... \" Thorael grudgingly hands over the coin. \n \n\n \"you would be getting a cheaper fare if ye were all staying in one room. The room has a table, a fireplace, and comfy beds. The single bed is all the other room has. The larger room is made for a party of travelers who enjoy the company of each other. Free baths are included in the larger room.\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Ayrynthyn \n Weapon Shoppe:\n\" You there... sweaty person... Um. They provide excellent bathing facilities over at the Silver Steed, but i Digress.. I am looking to part with this trusty shortbow, and procure a bow of a more elven make. Something in a long bow perhaps? A sturdy blade is in order as well. I think a long sword would work nicely. \" \n \n\n \"I'll buy your crappe,\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Ayrynthyn \n General Store:\n\" ...hmmm i suppose this will have to do. Hello there child. Does your mommy work here? Oh... my. I'm sorry halfling. Excellent. Anyway... i've come to Barter. I have some Rope, 100' to be exact, and a sizeable pouch of gold and platnum. I quest for adventuring gear. Can you assist me? \" \n \n\n\" Sure, what can I get ya?\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Ayrynthyn \n Magic Shop Vendor:\n\" Greetings to you Sir. Are you the Proprietor of this fine establishment? I seek possible employment. I'm quite gifted you see in the crafting of magical artifacts, and Alchemical Items. I also have a knack for the daily dole drums of Shop Keeping... \" \n \n\n The old mage looks at you questionably. \"I am not looking for a apprentices, if you look to do research, the red tower of sorcery would be where I would travel. They change 100 gold per day for research rights, If you join their guild, the cost is waved, and depending upon your rank you can have access to restricted books. This shoppe is more for adventures looking for some rings and maybe an enchantment to their sword.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Dagger \| dmg: 1d4-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Shortbow \| dmg: 1d6-1 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe wised wizard finished his business with the weaponsmithy, not finding a bow to his liking (t'wasnt even elvish make), settled on a Crossbow, Longsword of dubious quality (again, not elvish), a dagger and some bolts. In the general store, the halfling Falalia was much more pleasant managing to aquire all of his needs without issue. He was particularly pleased that she had a child sized courtiers outfit that had been pass on by a lesser noble claiming she had used inferior thread. The fit on Gilly was a bit long, but would be tailored up nicely. The mage in the magic shoppe was less accommodating, although a much larger bastion of information. \" Master Mage, you misunderstand me. I wish not to apprentice under you, but perhaps craft some scrolls, perhaps some trinkets which you could sell, and we could split the proceeds. Really i'm just looking to put some dialog along with my Profession:Shop Keep roll [ ;) ]. The Red Tower sounds like the place i'll need to start though... Join their guild you say. What can you tell me about such a thing? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"The red mage's guild, well, they are questing for knowledge to all arcane secrets. They are gate keepers to the magic world, you should go visit, however, they do not favor questions of themselves, just questions of the arcane. I would be happy to supply you with materials if we split the final cost in half, remember it will be your labor.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Aye... have to start somewhere. Traveling North of here, we were beset by Bandits. All, but my trusty Valet and a single backup spell book remained to me. That, and my skill. But i digress, i shall see you in the morning Master Mage. Thank you for the information. \" Thorael, with Gilly in tow, departs the magic shoppe, and returns to the Inn. Spotting Calthoric and the Dwarf, he motions to the serving wench and then bellows over the din across the room. \" Cal my friend, and Capt'n... Gilligan, wasn't it? So good to see you again. \" The wizard makes his way across the room, and takes a seat next to Calthoric.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The captain smiles as he sees Thorael approach. \" It be good to see ye as well, Thorael.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Nay Captain, I do understand how bounty's work though not in the trade. I know you do not have the purse right now which is why I offered two options equip us now, which is prefered, or a part of the purse.\" Hearing Thoreal Calthoric waves him over. \"Thoreal it seems that captain may have made and error and is looking for assistance in correcting it. It seems that after some review he might have the wrong man and would like us to help him find the right one. Though I did a bit of research on the house of Nord and I think there may be a possibility that there is no right culprit. The fine captain has agreed to outfit us to help him with his task, within reason of course.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The dwarf sighs, \" I do not 'ave any of the purse to offer ya, without the bounty I be low on funds. Get me some info and I can get ye some coins.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" So this is what you and the Captain have been conspiring about. Rasellia will be so relieved. Speaking of... i havent seen her nor Bolvar since we've stopped here at the inn... \" Thorael glances over to the barmaid and starts waving and nodding quite impatiently motioning to the empty place setting before him. \" Oiy... well I've made a good contact over at the Arcane Botique across the way, although... hmm... i didn't catch his name. Anyway, it appears that i must seek out the Red Wizards, and join their guild for the privilege of researching in their library. \" In a more hushed tone the mage continues. \" Perhaps once i join, i'll be able to bring the Arcane might of the guild to bear in this quest. At least i should be able to divine the truth behind you're victim's..er... booty's guilt or innocence. Do you know anything about these Red Wizards Captain? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Yee, I doent mess into the affairs of wizards. I know they be powerful, but again all wizards be powerful.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric rolls his eyes at the stocky captain's lack of understanding. I know you don't have the purse yet you baffoon. How you became captain of a vessel with such little understanding. I was talking about when you got the purse you bloated potbellied pig. Calthoric quickly flashes a smile and a nod acting as just understanding what the captain is saying. \"Well captain your people's are known for making finely crafted weapons and metals perhaps you have some equipment of the like? Maybe even an efficient quiver or something of the like for my compatriots and myself. Items that would allow us to carry more then our usual capacity. Maybe some handy haversacks?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The captain smirks and shakes his head at Calthoric's body language as if thinking to himself Talk is cheap, do you really think that I am going to give you any thing without proof. The captain sits and contimplates for a few more moments silently, \" We will talk again once you find some information. I will return here in three days with some coins and see if you have any information for me.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nIn the meantime, Rasellia tries her best to make herself useful on some level. She heads to the closes church or missionary she can find, offering up prayers to God, having lacked the time to do so properly for days. Upon finishing her praying, feeling almost rejuvenated, she stands and approaches on of the acolytes, smiling softly. \"Greetings there, young Sir. I was hoping you could direct me to this church's diviner; I have important questions I need to ask, and I think only God's assisstance will do the trick.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hoping for a cleric of the knowledge domain or somesuch. \n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The acolyte points toward the man in robes kneeling before the alter. As you approach he stands up and smiles. \"Oh dear child, how are you? How can I be of assistance?\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 8[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar follows the group to the inn, but from there becomes seperated. He has never been in a town so large before, and quickly becomes lost. He spends the rest of the day wondering from place to place taking in the sights of the city. Eventually he grows borde of wondering around and stops at a bar, any bar that he happens to be near. \" Barkeep, your bring cheapest ale or mead, whatever its called. Bring lots of it, and keep it coming.\" Bolvar then spends the rest of the evening drinking and absorbing the city life around him. When its late in the night, Bolvar stumbles out of the bar and luckily back to the inn in a drunken haze. \n \n Spoiler \n\nHow much will a night of drinking cost?\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nMeal consumed, business concluded, Thorael leaves two copper on the table. \" Service was... adequate .\" Standing to leave, Thorael looks over to Calthoric and nods, then turns his attention to the dwarf. \" Three days should be plenty. I shan't be surprised if we have the true culprit and any accomplice in our sights by then. I yearn for our next meeting nearly as much as my gold purse. Until then Captain... \" Thorael bows slightly, motions to Gilly and Calthoric, departs the table, and exits the Inn. Once again outside, the shadows are getting long. Naught but a few more hours of daylight. Where in the blazes have those other two gotten off to. Pausing but a moment to see if Calthoric is indeed coming along, the wizards walks with a purpose. Destination... The Red Tower.\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric nods to the captain and stands with Thoreal. \"Three days then captain. I will have what information is to be had in this city by then. I will accompany you Thoreal to the mage towers as it is as good of a place to start as any. Have you seen Rasillia and Bolvar? It would be useful to not split up in a city this large.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Although i am throughly mortified of the prospect of Rasellia wandering around the city with our... little friend, i fear there's not much we can do. I only hope she can see the wisdom in my words. Bolvar can definitely take care of himself, and they both know where we're staying. \" Thorael begins to walk \" I had considered sending Gilly here out to search for one, both, either, but i fear that this city is not nearly enlightened enough on the higher purpose of goblins, and really do fear for his safety when alone. Ah... it seems our destination is drawing close. \" The wizard pauses amoment, and points to the Red Tower they approach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [ooc: the conversation with the dwarf occurred near the end of the day. I am going to move you a head to the next morning.]\n\nCalthoric and Thoreal meet for a quick breakfast in the morning waiting for the rest of the party to join them. Bolvar finally stumbles down the stairs still drunk from the night before (1 gold for a night of drinking). You bang on Rasillia's door (however, she rose before you did to go to the temple). The three of you with Gilly in tow head off to the Red Tower. You follow the main road past the market place to the garden district and there rising out of the gardens is a blood red tower. As you approach you see guards cloaked in red armor with red swords standing at the door way. A mage, also in red, stands in the door way with a book. You see a man walk up to the mage exchange some coins and then enter the tower. You approach the mage looks to you and says.\" Greetings travelers, come to take the tour of the Red tower or are you a fellow colleague come to do research? The charge is 10 gold for a tour of the history of magic and 100 gold for a day of research. Please declare any magic items you are holding. If you are a mage come for research please demonstrate a cantrip.\" \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael turns about slightly confused as the sun shifts from one side of the sky to the other. Regaining his composure he looks at the guard mage. \" I am Thorael, and these are my minions, my guardians.. Well i suppose companions would be a better term, and i am indeed a mage here to do some research. I understand that the Research fee is waived for members. Judging by my recent luck with bandits, i believe the protection of a Guild could be just what the shaman ordered. Are you recruiting, and if so... what can one of my skill expect from such membership, and what would the guild expect from me? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The wizard with the book sighs, \"So...you wish to seek membership with the guild. You will have to speak with recruiter Parcels, he can be found afternoons through the south tower entrance, you are at the north entrance. He will tell you what the guild is looking for and possible positions that you could apply for. There is a membership quest and a few years of classes before you can teach, depending upon your given abilities. If you have a certian area of intrest, maybe I can point you in the direction of a Wizard to aprentace under during your training. I am guessing that you are more intrested in feild work, given your company, than library research.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nGiving a short bow of her head in reverence to the priest, she opens her palms in greeting. \"I'm sorry to disturb your prayers, Father, but I have a matter of great importance... and the longer it's unaddressed, the longer that this city is in grave danger. Are you able to divine abilities and origins of artifacts? And if so, I humbly beseech you for your help...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \" Child, what artifact will you have me look at, I am skilled in lore and have access to old texts.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf glances at the pouch she keeps Solace in, hidden beneath her cloak. He can help us. Should I tell him? " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " In less I touch him I will not be able to sense his motivates. If they are bad, that might create a hard situation for you. Careful, no one knows who might be able to hear our thoughts. \n\nThe priest frowns at the long silence.\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Excellent, Excellent...until the afternoon then. Perhaps we should take the tour while we wait. Friends? \" Turning back to the mage. \" You wouldn't have a Family or group discount would you? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The man scowls, \"We do not offer a group discount or children without exceptional abilities enter. Do not touch anything,\" and then he looks at Gilly, \" do not put anything in your mouth and enjoy your tour.\" The man takes 10 gold from each of you (including Gilly) and then lets you enter.\n\nAs you enter the tower and your eyes are taken in by the shear beauty of the place. There are tapestries of brilliant colors, artifacts displayed and all sorts of things you have no idea what they are. You see the entrence to the library a head with a similar wizard and guards surrounding the entrance. As you enter you hear a soft voice as see an Imp wearing a sliver collar, he smiles and says \" Wellecome, I be ye tour guide on your journey through the ages of Magic. Our first stop will be the unenlightened time....\" The imp drones on and on about this time in a squeaky voice.\n\nYou pass on through several other times and then you come to the Dark Age. The imp drones on about this age, Thoreal seems to be enthralled by this tour but the shear vast amount of information being conveyed by the Imp is overwhelming. Then something catches your attention on the next tapestry it is a sword with a handle with a star on it. The Imp continues its tirade \" The Sword of Ages was reforged during this time to fight Vargul's armies to end the Dark Ages. The Sword was though to be destroyed or part of myth until this last year when the Pommel was found. It has now been cleaned up and on display...\" You see the pommel of the sword suspended in the air next to the tapestry. The Imp moves on to the next piece of history.... \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe squirms, hesitantly drawing out the rod. She presents it, moreso to look at than to touch for now, still holding it with both hands. \"Do you recognize this at all, Father...?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sense motive: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\nCalthoric stares at the pommel for some time. Noticing that the imp is about to move to another topic he quickly lifts a hands to straiten his hair. Taking out a copper piece he throws it at the pommel and calls the imp over \"Master Guide can you tell me more of this sword. You said it was reforged to fight Valad's army or some such. Who is this Valad? Also if it was reforged then why is there only a piece here.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nThrow copper piece (1d20+2)[ 17 ] +6 range - 4 unfamiliar weapon +2 all day\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n She squirms, hesitantly drawing out the rod. She presents it, moreso to look at than to touch for now, still holding it with both hands. \"Do you recognize this at all, Father...?\"\n \n Spoiler \n Sense motive: [20]\n \n \n \n \n\n \"Ahh...oh...tis something of power yes? I think that you should allow the Decon to examine. Let me bring it to him.\" Chu, you get the feeling that he is uncomfortable with you having this item (I.e., he would prefer that he take it from you). You then hear the sound of an alarm outside. \n\n \n Originally Posted by Wildboy \n Calthoric stares at the pommel for some time. Noticing that the imp is about to move to another topic he quickly lifts a hands to straiten his hair. Taking out a copper piece he throws it at the pommel and calls the imp over \"Master Guide can you tell me more of this sword. You said it was reforged to fight Valad's army or some such. Who is this Valad? Also if it was reforged then why is there only a piece here.\" \n \n Spoiler \nThrow copper piece [17] +6 range - 4 unfamiliar weapon +2 all day\n \n \n \n\n The copper piece files out of Calthorics hand and hits against the pillar you cannot see if it hit the Pommel. Your ears fill with a defining noise and then a green smoke fills the room (Fort Save DC 20 if fail unconscious ). The imp says \" Oh f.....\" Before it falls to the ground unconscious." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia starts to reply before the alarm sounds. She clutches the rod, turning in the direction of the sound. \"..What's that?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nGilly hits the floor before the coin even strikes the invisible pillar surrounding the Pommel. In almost cartoon-esq fasion, Thoreal glares at Calthoric, shakes his head, and crumples in a heap beside his ever faithful valet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Gilly Fort Save - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n Thorael Fort Save - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n Rasellia starts to reply before the alarm sounds. She clutches the rod, turning in the direction of the sound. \"..What's that?\" \n \n\n The priest shakes his head, \"I t might be trouble at the Red Tower, nothing to worry about, it happens quite often these days. Now where were we? You were going to give me this rod to take to the Decon.\" \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia shakes her head as she lowers her physical defenses, turning back to the priest. She gives a soft smile, putting Solace back in her pouch. \"How about we go see him together?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The priest shakes his head, \" This object might be dangerous, it might be safer if I hold it. I have been trained in handling objects like this. Please trust me.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe shakes her head once more. \"I'm sorry, Father, but I must, and will stay with this rod. I have been charged with a duty, and I'm bound to fulfill it.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I understand child, we can go together if you wish. I must gather some books that he requested and we can be off shortly. Just have a seat while acolyte gathers my stuff.\" He walks over to the acolyte and speaks softly to him.\n\nListen Check DC 25 to hear \n Spoiler \n\" Hurry and tell the Decon that I have something coming that could be of great value and power. There are complications through. \" \n \n\n\nThe acolyte nods and runs off. The Priest slowly gathers his books and spending time checking to flip through several books before slowly depositing them in his bag. \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nRasellia gives a nodding bow, waiting for the priest to gather his things. She keeps her swordhand on the pouch in which Solace rests, unable to shake an uneasy feeling. \"Thank you, Father. I'm ready whenever you are.\" She remains standing. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric struggles to stay awake and gives a weak grin to Thoreal before passing out.\n\n \n Spoiler \nugghhhhhh one measly lil point :)\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n Rasellia gives a nodding bow, waiting for the priest to gather his things. She keeps her swordhand on the pouch in which Solace rests, unable to shake an uneasy feeling. \"Thank you, Father. I'm ready whenever you are.\" She remains standing. \n \n\n The Priest leads you outside you start heading in the direction of the alarm. You can see a large Red Tower looming a head.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am going to wait for Finn to post, things could be occurring at the same time.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 18 spot[(1d20) = 1[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar is still wondering around the town when he hears the alarm ringing. \"What is that blasted racket? Didn't the elf say he was going that way? I bet that goblin put some priceless artifact in its mouth.\" Bolvar heads out for the tower. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " As Bolvar comes up upon the Red Tower he sees Rasellia following a priest. He decided to try to catch up to see he she knows what is occurring. As the two of you come closer to the tower, you see a side door open and six guards carrying what look to be bodies out into the alley way. They drop the bodies in a heap. You can hear loudly a small flying creature shouting, \" That one was flipping a coin and it got a way from him setting off the alarm. I am done with these tours, twice this week and its not mid week yet.\" The guards enter back into the tower and you come up upon the three bodies drenched in water starting to wake up, they are your three companions. Bolvar catches up with Rasellia as she comes upon the bodies. The Priest says, \" Child, let us not waist our time with idiots who are up to no good.\"\n\n [Ayr/Wild]\n \n Spoiler \nAny money you were carrying has been taken. Figure out how much money your character would have taken. I assume that some was left at the Inn with the majority of your equipment.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nRasellia gapes as the corpses (?) of her comrades (?) are dumped before her. Before she has a chance to enquire, the guards are gone. Hurriedly, she kneels down next to their crumpled bodies, checking their pulses to see if they still live.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heal check: Taking 10, so that's 12... I think that's enough to check someone's pulse :P\n \n\n\nGiving a grunt as she discovers they are, indeed, still alive, she straightens up as the priest comes over. \"Unfortunately, Father, these two are my companions. It wouldn't do to leave them out here like this, though sometimes I wish...\" Thinking for a moment of who had slighted her more, she gives...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Evens - Calthoric\nOdds - Thorael\n (1d6)[ 2 ] \n \n\n\nCalthoric a swift kick in the ribs. \"What in the hells did you two get yourselves into? I leave you for an hour, and already you're stirring up trouble, I swear...\" \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael groans and then stretches. Standing up, he rubs his back side. \" Of all the... \" Noticing they are not alone, he quickly begins to dust himself of. \" MON PETITE CHIENNE \" With the casting of his cantrip, the mage's robes begin to clean themselves. \" Misunderstanding really. The wandering northern tribes of Ocalla have a tradition of throwing coin to highly entertaining troubadours that are preforming. A Form of... gratuity if you will. Our mentally challenged friend here, got a little too excited at all of the great knowledge being bestowed upon him, that i feel he got a little too \"into\" the moment. \" Thorael turns to Calthoric. \" Bad Cal! Bad... you do not throw copper, silver, gold, platinum or electrum pieces at fine bits of art. In Fact, you dont throw anything at anything unless it's actively trying to kill you. Regardless of how entertaining you find them, or the narrator! You had better pray to which ever aspect of the god you deem appropriate that this little...scene, has no impact on my ability to gain membership in the guild. \" Thorael glares a moment at the nobleman, and then turns his attention back to Rasellia. \"noticing\" her associate, he feigns surprise \" Oh... hello \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nThe Priest shakes his head and then asks, \" Child, you know these men? We should not delay, I am sure your friends have better things to do with their time then our errand.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric groggily stands up and dusts himself off. As his senses return he quickly pulls a comb from its pocket and straitens his hair. He pays little attention and gives no acknowledgment to Thoreal's explination of events. Calthorics expression suddenly goes wide and begins to pat himself down as if searching all his belongings. Sighing when he finds his weapons and pack are still with him then growling harshly. \"Those sonsof.....You bastards took my money pouch! Honorable mages my arse. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael almost grins. \" Not so sure what gave you the idea all Mages were honorable. That is far from the case. As for the remainder of our day, it seems that our existing plans have been cut short. I can think of nothing i'd rather do than to accompany Rasellia on her important errand. \"\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe breathes an inward sigh of relief; the priest's assertive insistance that he take the rod from her had made her a bit uneasy, but there was safety in numbers... right? \"I'd be glad to have you two come along... provided you don't do anything to get yourselves in trouble. Are either of you hurt?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The priests face darkens as Rasellia invites the other members of the party along. \"Child, I do not think that we should concern your friends with priestly matters and lost items of the church. Let us go alone so that we can continue our discussion in private.\" \n\n[Chu] \n Spoiler \n This was a suggestion. will save DC 15 to not comply. \n \n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n Will save (DC 15): (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\n[not]Posting..." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"No I do not think either of us are hurt. It was merely some kind of cloud that rendered us unconscious. I can think of a few things that need to be done but none as important as what you doing. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Now now reverend. There's no need to be so hasty. We're all God fearin Folk. That was a fair and reasonable suggestion. Good implementation of a less than dependable spell. I've never had the knack for enchantments and the like. You should know that Rasellia claims elven heritage, and if true, she will be exceptionally hard to control. I wasn't aware that your god gave you the ability to wield such arcane power. You sure this really is a Priestly Matter?? \" Thorael herds gilly behind him with a subtle hand motion, like a mother protecting a child.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRegardless \"who\" cast the spell, the priest was the one giving the suggestion, so thats the premis im working off of...\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 15 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar's eyes widen as Thorael explains the spell. Bolvar hand then starts to stray towards his sword. He growls mencingly. \"Magic being used to corrupt people eh? We should just kill him to make sure he can't do that kind of stuff anymore.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIntimidate check: 5+1 = 6\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Your threats do not scare me big man. Come on child, we should go.\" With that he gently places his hand on Rasellia's arm. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia furrows her brows at the brewing hostilities, the priest's words putting her fears to rest, but her comrades' insisting that they come making her feel uneasy all over again. \"Actually Father... I don't think it' a good idea for us to do this today... I don't want you nor I to bear any ill will with my friends here...\" She pulls her arm away and backs up. Turning to the others, she glares. \"Do NOT threaten a man of the cloth, Bolvar, or else you'll regret it!\" \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 1 spot[(1d20) = 3[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar glares at the priest and whispers quietly to the party. \"I will take him, you two make sure she does not do something she will regret later.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" No need to resort to violence yet Bolvar. Worst case, this is a job for the guards. I know, Rasellia, you would NEVER harm Blovar for trying to protect you, but it shouldn't have to get that far. \" Turning his head slightly to address the group, but never breaking eye contact with Rasellia. \" I simply need to dispel the Magic placed upon her by the Malignant Abbot there. Rasellia, will you accept my spell casting? \" Thorael raises his hands, preparing to cast a spell...\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady to cast Message, if she agrees...\nThe bluff is to feign Dispel Magic\n bluff check - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n(+ circumstance for really casting a spell or Active Prestidigitation)??\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Well is this not a fine pickle barrel we find ourselves in. I am sure if we all settle a little bit we can come to some agreement. Why force what we are probably willing to do if you explain a little clearer to use what it is you wish\" Calthoric removes his bow from his back and leans on it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n \n\n\"You are up to something mage, I do not trust you. Why cast a spell at your friend. Why is there something wrong with her wanting to let us examine an artifact from the early church.\" Turning now to Rasellia he says, \"Let us go child, there is nothing here for us.\" He starts to walk away with Rasellia in tow [move to P5]. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n \n\n\nposting" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Fair enough Pontiff, i will stay my spell. If you don't trust me yet Rasellia, then trust in your God. Detect Magic on your own. You'll see the Aura of Enchantment upon you. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady - Cast Message after Rasellia Reacts\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 9 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Ah the mystical thing called trust, easily lost but hard to gain. You are correct in stating there is nothing here for us, so come patron of the cloth let us go and investigate and hopefully find the answers we seek. \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to O3\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe sneers at Thorael's (non-magical) suggestion. Figures, he seems the type to always need precious proof for his hypotheses. \"Fine, I'll prove the three of you wrong and do just that, Thorael. Then we can put this charade to rest.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Casting Detect Magic \n \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Rasellia, you notice that you are glowing with a faint aura. Another faint aura is coming from the Priests hand. " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 13[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar movse up to join Thorael. Again, Bolvar whispers in hopes of not having Rasellia overhearing him. \"Is it violence time yet? Also, if I knock the priest out, will the spell go away?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia continues to concentrate, trying not to pay too much attention to the whispering Bolvar.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen check: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nSpellcraft check to determine auras on the 3rd round:\nAura on Rasellia: (1d20-1)[ 1 ] \nAura on priest's hand: (1d20-1)[ 0 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nRelieved that she actually is entertaining his notion, Thorael glances at bolvar and shakes his head no. Casting his spell M'ENTENDRE MES AMI Covering his mouth with his right hand, he points at Rasellia and wispers.\n\n\" Continue to concentrate, my spell will allow us to speak without being heard. \n\nKeeping his hand over his mouth he lowers his left slightly, pointing at the pouch containing Solace again the mage wispers\n\n\" If you have anyway to break that enchantment on her, nows the time to do it. Especially since we may have found your Pommel \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spellcraft to ID Rasellia's spell - (1d20+13)[ 28 ] {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " A wisper comes back to Thoreal, \"If I do, I risk exposure. Even know as I speak to you there is the fear that I will be noticed. It tis good news that you have found my Pommel, for that can sheild my presence from others. I hope that your spell will shield my communications. Bring the pommel to me quickly.\" \n\nThe Priest changes direction and heads south (to P11) as Cal blocks his path. Rasellia still following in tow. \"You do not scare me. We can find another way. Come along child, do not listen to these dirty men . We have important matters today.\" \n\n[Chu another suggestion:Will Save 15 to not comply]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael points to the Group, including Solace and wispers. \" Found, not have. These men are rather dirty. Luckly i'm an Elf . You don't need to take Solace to discuss him privately. Toss him to me before anything else goes wrong... \"\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 23 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nWill save (DC 15): (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n \n\n\nHer eyebrows raise as she backs up from the preistly-clad man. \"Y-you ARE trying to possess me! I can't... a Keeper of the Word, too!\" She looks more hurt and confused than anything. \"I...\" She looks to her comrades, but doesn't turn her back on the priest. \"I'm sorry guys, let's go... I don't care where, but anywhere but here...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Updated Map\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric sighing visibly at the situation continues to follow the priest and Rasillia. Damed if you do and damned if you dont.... \n \n Spoiler \n\n Moves to Q11 which will provoke an attack of opportunity from the priest \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "As Calthoric moves closer and enters into the priest's personal space, the priest reacts by pushing Calthoric back a little [AoO] (1d20+1)[ 9 ] . The attack was more of a slap, akin to one you would see on a playground, to show the thief where he boundaries were (no damage). \"Stay away from us you filthy bastard. We have nothing that you need.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nSeeing the torment and indecision in Rasellia's eyes, and both Calthoric and Bolvar's need for action, Thorael attempts one last time to reason with the chosen of god. \" Again, friar, i point out the limits to enchantments of that nature...observe \" Turning to Rasellia, he continues.\n\n\" Rasellia, if you wish to go with him alone, that is fine. We only fear for your safety, but you're a big girl and can make your own decisions. If you deem it safe, enchantment or no then so be it... We have, however, some very important additional information that may apply to those discussions. Since the priest didn't say you need to go right now, surely you can give us 5 minutes of your time before you go... you can then decide if this new information is worth sharing with the priest. 5 Minutes? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 2 spot[(1d20) = 6[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nWhen the priest slaps away Calthoric, Bolvar fully draws his sword. The only thing stopping him from attacking the priest is the fact that Thorael told him to wait twice. \"Watch it priest. You are on thin ice.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "\" Oh small words from a big man. How dare you think to attack an unarmed priest in broad daylight. You should put that sword down before you get any dumber.\" You can see that some people seem to be scattering and others watch what is occurring but try to mask their selective attention. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Next Round\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The Priest shakes points his finger at Bolvar and says \" Vongle, su, natu, DROP\" Bolvar feels a desire to drop his sword to the ground (Will save to not drop your sword DC 12 as the priest Commanded you to). " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Bolvar! Stop this madness! I've watched your back in combat before, so trust me when I say that violence is NOT the answer!\" She turns to the priest, frowning. \"Father, whether or not you've placed a spell on me, I DO wish to go with you to learn more of this matter. However, if what my learned friend here says is true, then this knowledge my become needless. What did you find, Thorael?\" \n \n Spoiler \n OOC note: She's no longer being held by the priest, correct?\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 14 spot[(1d20) = 13[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar drops his sword, and his eyes go wide. His face turns pail, and his mouth gapes like a fish out of water. \"Know this priest, you still draw breath because these people advocate peace.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Will save: 1d20 = 3 +1 = 4; \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Big man, there is no need to draw swords, I use magic to defend myself from the attacks of those with small minds who resort to violence like you. For you loose nothing but face from dropping your sword, you remain unharmed. Thoreal, I too would be interested in what knowledge you have to share with us.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" I'm sure Rasellia will overlook the slight you just spoke against her, but as i mentioned. The information is for Rasellia... and Rasellia alone. If she chooses to share this with you against the council of her friends, then so be it. We will be just over here. Bolvar... please pick up your sword, and come with us. I need someone to watch my back. If he moves... i'll need to know. Calthoric?? \" Thoreal turns his back, and moves roughly 20 feet toward the tower\n \n Spoiler \nMove - Move to G8, Move Gilly to G7{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 23 ] [/table]oohh... nice look at those rolls\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia shakes her head. \"Thorael, if there's going to be trust, it's going to have to be two-ways. Whatever you say to me can be heard by any servant of God, because He is who I ultimately serve. It would make little difference whether the Father were here or not. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe mages stops. Looks at the ground. Sighs. Shakes his head, and looks back to Rasellia, visibly getting impatient. \" RASellia... trust is not freely givien it is earned. You cannot trust what lies in mens hearts simply by the post they hold or the clothes they wear. Actually, you can. I cannot. The priest would do well toward earning that trust by giving me my 5 minutes... \n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 22 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks between the priest and Thoreal. Hearing Thoreal call his name he gives a nod of recognition but remains until Rasellia is allowed to comply by the priest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Priest frowns at the suggestion that Rasellia talks alone with this group. He sighs and shakes his head and opens his mouth to say something but then closes it and scowls. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe looks at the priest, a helpless expression on her face. \"These non-believers won't listen... but I don't want this to come to blows... would it be that objectionable if I went and had a consultation with them?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Child, only you can decide what you must do. I will not lay a hand upon your so called friends; however, they might not have the same restraint. Do what you must, but remember your true loyalty and who you can trust.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia sighs a breath of relief, laying a hand gently on the priest's shoulder. \"Thank you, Father, I won't be but a moment. And I apologize on behalf of my friends here for the... unpleasantries...\" She turns and gestures to Thorael, as if to say \"Whereto?\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 13 spot[(1d20) = 13[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar picks up his sword and places it back to its scabbard. He says nothing as a peaceful resolution is reached, but continues to smolder with rage towards the priest. He finally turns his back to the priest and looks at the group. He says nothing, but still looks very wound up." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric Follows Rasellia over to the rest of the group leaving the priest behind. He stows his bow back into is locking strap on his back and thumbs his short sword. \"Well this is an interesting turn of events.\" Calthoric says with a lopsided grin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Priest crosses his arms in defiance of Rasellia's choice. He is still frowning and continues to shake his head. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf approaches the rest of the party, arms crossed as well. \"I hope you weren't just bluffing, Thorael... doing what you and the others have done is in violation of so many laws, sectarian, spiritual, AND personal...\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nRaising an eyebrow, the mage looked befuddled for just a moment. \" We violated what...laws..wha?? \" Shaking his head the stumbles \" Nevermind, you know... i don't even want to know. \" He glances over rasellia's shoulder to take in the deminour and stance of the priest. \" Here will be fine, we're out of ear shot, and no... i wasn't just bluffing. \" Thorael gives her a scandalous glare. He then glances at each of the companions in turn, before settling on the chosen of god. \" I... I cannot break the enchantment the priest has lain upon you. I have not prepared the appropriate magics. You are in danger. While not a truely evil act, corupting and removing free will... isn't good. You're overwhelming desire to accompany this priest to discuss solace in private is the work of magic, not faith, and while i cannot prevent you from going i can offer advice. Advice from one ...from many who would call you friend if you would but let us. Faith is pure. Men.. are not. I do not question your faith. I do not question the faith itself. I do question the intentions of this priest. His willingness, his... eagerness... to strip you of your will concerns me greatly. You are in danger. You should be on your highest guard when you inevitably follow him, and have your private discussions. We will let you go, but i cannot promise for how long the conversation will remain... private. With that being said... Solace ask but one thing from us. Do not expose him. Against My council... against solace's request, and without regard to his safety or that of... existence (if his tale is to be believed) you showed him to this priest. I do no know where this abbot intends on taking you, but do not put us, solace or anyone else in further danger by taking the rod with you. Your urge, and desire to discuss him can be satisfied with out solace present. Know that through my whisper spell he was able to convey to me his fear, and that he cannot communicate with you mentally without removing his protections. Spoken word was impossible with the priest so near at anything more than a wisper. Allow me to protect him, and shield him. Please help me undo the damage that has already been done, and you have my word... if it is agreeable to Solace i will return him to you when you have completed your discussions, and are back to your old self... let me protect him, give him to me... and as for my information, we've located the next piece \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia blinks at the mage's - exceedingly rare - apparent genuinity. She pauses for a moment, considering his words. \"Another piece, you say... that might grant Solace more powers, or more clues as to what it can do... hmm...\" Changing tracks with her train of thought for a moment, she eyes Thorael good and hard. \"As for the idea of friendship... from the moment I healed your servant up until now, you've done little but insult my abilities while doing little constructive work yourself. My actions might not have been agreeable with you since we've met, but they were certainly nothing to warrant your scorn. You've given me no reason to trust you, other than you haven't physically stabbed me in the back.\" She sighs irritably and looks back at the priest. \"Admittedly, I find the Father's insistance on me travelling with him alone is unsettling... yet he's done nothing more than call you names. Does that treatment sound familiar, Thorael? Perhaps if my friends hadn't made such a spectacle of themselves, he would be more open to discussion. What were you doing that got you thrown on your faces like a bunch of children, anyway?\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 9 spot[(1d20) = 13[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks at the priest, and then at Rasellia. \"Anyone that uses magic to force someone into doing something they would not do is evil. It's no different then using a sword or knife to enforce your way. It was the priest that first used magic to control you.\" Bolvar gestures at Calthoric and Thorael. \"I will not speak for them, but I was simply trying to protect you.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael nods in agreement with Bolvar. \" Concern for all our safety, Solace included is the primary driving force here. As to why we found ourselves tossed into an alley, well its a lengthy and quite humerous tale for another time. Right now, our peril is far too perilous. Trust is not Respect. Respect is not friendship. Each of these are foundations that the others are built upon. Not stabbing you in the back is a very trustworthy thing. Genuine truth and frank honesty... none of my words have been false. Both trustworthy things. I apologize if your abilities fail to impress me, but i equate your asking for the power to heal to Bolvar asking his father to slay the big bad orc for him. I would be grateful for both, but neither really garner much respect. Respect for his father...sure. Respect for your god, of course. It's because you don't do it yourself that i can also understand your inability to comprehend the focus and dedication it takes to wield the mysteries of the universe. To see that which I've done. Its no matter, it should come in time. Friendship... well i can understand why you humans would rush such a thing, but it needs time to grow. It needs a solid foundation. Again, this is not really the time to discuss such philosophical things. The peril after all. This is the second time you've risked our safety by confiding in complete strangers. And do no tell me of his faith or his garb. They do not make the man. I do not think these actions were malicious, but i do deem them fool hardy. I do not, however, think that this time will end as pleasantly as the dwarves did. Do not chance it. Do not risk the safety of Solace and of all these people by taking him with you. Leave him with us. Leave him with me, and we will keep him safe... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 16 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The priest stands back moving back and forth almost hoping to hear what you are whispering between yourselves. \"Child, you almost done over there, we do not want to keep the deacon waiting, he will be interested in what you have to show him.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf narrows her eyes in preparation to respond, but is interrupted by the priest. Turning to him, she nods. \"Yes Father, just a moment.\" Turning back to the group, she gives a stiff nod. \"I'll be at the inn when this is over. Whether or not you want to meet me there is up to you.\" She turns on her heel and heads back over to the priest. \"Sorry to keep you waiting.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The priest nods to Thoreal as Rasellia joins him and they start to walk north. \"Child, you really should find some more holy company, you never know what the sewer brings in. I would hate for you to loose your faith. Remember the teachings, tis easier to loose one's faith than it is to gain it in the first place. The world can be a dark place.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"You hope to return to the Inn when this is over you mean.\" Calthoric watches as Rasellia and the priest walk off. When he is sure they are out of ear shot he turns back to the group. \"We do not know the intentions of the cloth in this town but to be on the safe I think it is wise to not let them have two pieces of Solace. The coin that i tossed at the pommel was a test of the security measures in place. I believe if I can gain access to the mage tower I should be able 'borrow' the pommel to insure its safety. Do either of you think you will be able to assist me in gaining access? I have no more money as the damn thieves took my gold so I can not purchase another tour. If we hurry we also might be able to get there before the trap resets saving me from having to disable it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe follows, but frowns. \"Unfaithful they may be, Father, but they're still my comrades. They may get themselves in trouble sometimes, but I still garner respect for them...\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael stands there with his mouth agape. Looking from Bolvar to Cal, he just shakes his head. Placing a hand on Clathoric, the mage mutters some arcane words, and the Nobleman disappears. \"I'm not sure why you're bothering, but you have 7 minutes.\" Walking away, he wispers to the group. \" Protect her Solace... Protect her and protect yourself. She will not be able to resist them without your help. Pray to whom ever you deem fit that we can survive the coming storm \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGah this sites been brutal last few days. Thorael will head to the Magic shoppe to perform his Profession:Shop Keep duties, and then return to the red tower in the late afternoon to seek admittance.\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Rasellia and the Priest continue weaving through streets, Rasellia begins to seem confused as to where they are going, the route seems almost random and she soon is not sure if she could retrace her steps. They finally come to a warehouse and the priest knocks upon the door several times in a almost musical beat. A loud bang is heard and then a acolyte opens the door. The room is large filled with boxes and other assorted common goods. A priest in ornate robes stands in the center of the room and 6 acolytes stand near the door. As Rasellia enters, an acolyte slams shut the door and latches it. The Head priest smiles as Rasellia enters and says, \" Child, you must be tired, you are among friends here, feel free to take off your armor and lay down your blade. A warm bath has been prepared for you in the next room.\" H e points to a small adorning room with a curtain drawn. There is a large feast set out on the table next to the room. \"We know you must be tired searching for ancient church relics. We have prepared food for you to eat. Come rest, you must be weary. Take your bath and then we will eat. An acolyte can shine your weapons and armor. I do look forward to seen this church relic\" \n\n[OOC: map will be a little late in coming - tomorrow]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric watches the disinterested Thoreal turn and walk away with a surprised look though none could see through his apparent invisibility. Quickly he moves to the enterance of the mage tower and waits for another tour to begin. He follows the tour until once again reaching the pommel and quickly goes to work on disabling the trap. When he is sure it is sufficiently disabled grabs the pommel quickly tucking it under his clothing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\| (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \|Open Lock\| (1d20+11)[ 29 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Another tour soon begins, and the tour takes the group through many of the same areas. Coming to the pummel, Calthoric just barely bypasses the trap and grabs the pummel. Nothing happens when he takes the pummel. However, he realizes that the spell might run out before he can safely escape. The group has moved on a head and he can hear a tour coming with the Imp starting to talk about the sword and how the pummel was found. " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar seems confused on why Calthoric suddenly disappears. He says nothing when it happens, he just shakes his head. Bolvar treks off to the inn for a lack of anything better to do in the bustling city." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nBefore being led into the warehouse, Rasellia stays her ground and shakes her head, sword hand resting on Solace's pouch. \"I can't help but question our venue, Father; why a warehouse? And why so far from the church? I trust you, Father, but you make it difficult...\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n She wouldn't just let herself be drawn into some seedy warehouse, alarm bells are ringing more than ever :P\n \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Child, this is where the father works. Often dangerous items come into our hands for cataloging. We take every precaution possible. Would you rather have the large church destroyed because he found a switch on an item that sparked an explosion. We would rather have that happen where he could not harm anyone else.\"\n\n [Sense motive DC:20]\n\n[Warehouse MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric proud of his accomplishment realizes that he is running out of time. Hearing the upcoming group he quickly rushes to meet with them, breathing a sigh of relief that he does not recognize the imp escort. Calthoric moves to the back of the group. Satisfied no one is looking he intentionally bumps into another tour member breaking his invisibility spell. Ruffling out his cloths he looks to the tour member with an apologetic look. \"Oh excuse me, There is so much to see that I was not watching where I was going. Calthoric whispers to the man as he flashes a charming lopsided grin and lets out a slight chuckle. \"This tour is amazing don't you think? I will have to take it again as I am certain I missed something.\" Calthoric then turns to the imp breaking the man's personal space as if trying to get closer to it, seemingly enthralled with the creatures every word.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack roll (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Tower Map]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The imp looks started as it looks over now four group members. \"Nowith, whereit, wasit, Iith...Oh yesith, The Sword of Ages, this legionary sword was considered to be myth until this pummel was discovered in the mountains earlier this year...\" \"Umm..there is nothing there.\" \"What...\" \n\nAC: \n Spoiler \nIMP AC 20 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +5 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 17 (hp 13) [look carefully the IMP is in S16 & L13)\nHuman tourist AC 10/10/10 HP 4\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks about acting confused. \"You misplaced a sword? Do they clean swords here? Seems a mage tower is a strange place for a sword.\" Calthoric looks to man he bumped into and whispers to him trying to incite him. \" What kind of horse dung are they trying to pull here. We paid good money to see the artifacts stored in this tower. We should get our money back don't you agree. Exspecially one of your stature I am sure you work hard for every piece of gold you earn. If I were you I would probably be irate. \" Calthoric then moves to the next guy making small talk about what he thinks is going on but does not try to get a reaction from the gentleman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"THATS RIGHT, WE PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THIS TOUR! Where is the sword\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric quickly turns to the man as he shouts out his interprtations of injustices that have befallen him with a slight smirk. He then quickly backs away towards the imp with a worried look on his face semi Hiding behind the flying imp. \"Ah, now we see the violence inherited in the system...\" Calthoric whispers to no one in general loud enough for the imp to her but not so for the man raising the fuss. \"He probably feels repressed too. I hope he does not break something.\" Calthoric continues to back up away from the upset man.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to R13 \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"THATS RIGHT I WILL BREAK SOMETHING!\" The man grabs a hold of the tapestry pulling it down. A loud beeping starts and the room fills with gas. A steal door starts to come down the doorway. You hear the Imp shout \"Ah, f....\" Before falling to the ground with the rest of the tour. (Fort Save DC 20 if fail unconscious ).\n\n[OOC: If you make the fort save then you can make it through the door before it closes with a successful reflex save DC 10]\n\nAyr: - You hear a siren sounding from within the tower once again. You see some wizards running shouting between breaths. \"Not again, stupid people cannot keep their hands to themselves.\" \n\nChu: - You do not hear the siren from within the warehouse\n\nFinn - You are a few blocks away at this point. An attractive girl is dancing outside a pub and the way her body moves fascinates you. You are jolted back when you hear the siren once again. The girl points her finger and then curls it back towards her as if she is tempting you to come closer.\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n Sense motive: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n \n\nHumming to herself, she nods as her initial fear are alleviated. \"Of course not, Father. It makes sense when you put it like that. This just isn't the type of thing I'm used to...\"\n\n Entering the trap warehouse, she looks around, jumping a little as the door is latched so quickly behind her, and keeping her swordhand on Solace's pouch, the other casually resting upon her sword hilt. In response to the offers for food/hospitality, she shakes her head. \"Thank you Father, but no. I have neither the need nor the want of a bath or food... I need to finish this as quickly as I can, as I'm sure my friends are worried about me... though moreso I of them...\" \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "\" Child, let the father see the artifact. He will need to examine it throughly.\" The priest holds out his hand waiting for you to give him the artifact. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe shakes her head resolutely. \"I'm sorry Father, but I've sworn to not let the item out of my possession, if even for a moment. If someone else has to touch it, I still have to hold on to it.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The Head priest shakes his head and says, \"I am sorry to hear that you are refusing a direct order. That is in subordination, and I demand that you hand over the artifact. You are in violation of code 284.1a of the doctrine. Acolytes, smite this hieratic.\"\n\n The acolytes draw concealed short swords and move closer to attack. As they draw the swords, the Priest that brought you here screams, \" Nooo, stop it!\" and moves away from you (You can have an AoO). Two actually can attempt an attack on you. They both miss.\n\nAC High Priest 10/10/10; Priest 10/10/10; Acolytes 10/10/10\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 5 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 2 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRaising her thin, blond eyebrows, she steps back quickly. \"In the name of God, stop this madness! Why is everyone so insistent upon violence today?!\" She whips out her sword, tightening her grip on her shield as she calls upon The One's protection, shielding her in an aura of faintly-glimmering light. Looking back at the priest who brought her here, she keeps her guard up. \"I will not harm any of them, but I hope for both of our sakes that you weren't in on this...\" \n \n Spoiler \n 5-foot step to K10, casting shield of faith +2, provoking an AoO (Gonna gamble that their attack sucks, and hope I don't get hit at all.) from the acolyte in K9. Drawing longsword as move action.\n \n\n Current AC: 18/12/18\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nAoO \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 11 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n \n The acolyte swings and misses as Rasellia casts her spell.\n\nThe acolytes move forward pressing in against you. Three swing at you all of them missing. Frustration is seen upon their faces and they continue to bring on the attack.\n\nFrom the corner of your eye you see the high priest turn and leave through what looks to be a wall. It might be a secret door. As he turns to leave he throws a flask onto a crate, the flasks explodes into a fire engulfing the crate.\n \nThe only priest left in the room huddles against a crate prone.\n\nAttack Rolls \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 16 ] (1d6)[ 4 ] (1d20)[ 4 ] (1d6)[ 2 ] (1d20)[ 5 ] (1d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Looking on in shock, the favoured soul gathers her senses quickly. Ignoring the swinging swords, she turns her attention to the raging fire. \"Stop this madness, fools! Can't you see you're being used?! Look! He's willing to kill all of us to get what he wants!\" Looking to the huddling priest, she starts casting a spell. \"Father, I must get you to stand and help me, I don't know if my ability to summon water will be sufficient... That goes for the rest of you too! We can sort this out afterwards, but there's no reason for any of us to get hurt!\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Casting create water defensively.\nConcentration check (DC: 15) - (1d20+13)[ 22 ] \n10 gallons of water created on top of the burning crate. Sploosh!\n \n\n Current AC: 18/12/18\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " [map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nThe Priest starts to sob, \"Why me, why me.......\" He does not rise but continues to stay put. As the water hits the flames it bursts into larger flames spreading the fire. Smoke is starting to fill the room. One of the acolytes jumps on top of a crate and is now able to attack you from above. You hear a bang outside the door. One adcolyte tries to open the door but cannot get the door to open. He becomes fearful. Another joins him and you hear the acolytes voice soothing him. \" Remember, we do not have to fear, we have the blessing, we will go straight to heaven if our deed allows us to gain this holy item.\" Four now attack Rasellia none of their swords hitting her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 1 ] (1d6)[ 2 ] (1d20)[ 8 ] (1d6)[ 3 ] (1d20)[ 3 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (1d20+1)[ 13 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Gritting her teeth in frustration, she brings her sword about. \"Then you leave me no choice. You! Boy!\" She points to the one who was trying to get out. \"Get that door open, and we'll get out of here alive!\" Giving a deft kick to the priest's side, she growls. \"Will you get UP? I can't drag you out of here!\"\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attacking the acolyte in I10\nNon-lethal attack (-4 to hit) - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \nDamage (non-lethal) - (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 18/12/18\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Acolyte falls down onto the floor out cold. The one trying to open the door steps forward into his space. \" I have refound my faith heretic!\" he shouts as he swings his sword at you. The others try their attacks as well. All their attacks miss you\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 4 ] (1d6)[ 2 ] (1d20)[ 6 ] (1d6)[ 2 ] (1d20)[ 1 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (1d20+1)[ 3 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Turning to the higher-up acolyte, she sneers, swiping at him with the broadside of her blade, keeping an eye on the flames to ensure they don't get too close. \"You're all fools...\"\n \n \n Spoiler \nAttack roll (-4 for non-lethal) - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \nDamage (non-lethal) - (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 18/12/18\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The room continues to burn and smoke is quickly filling the room. The priest rips part of his robes off and creates water upon it before covering his mouth. Rasellia's attack of the acolyte drops him to the floor, but another acolyte moves around and gets upon the crate. The three acolytes continue to attack. One connects his sword digging deep into Rasellia's flesh (2 dmg).\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 8 ] (1d6)[ 3 ] (1d20)[ 20 ] (1d6)[ 2 ] (1d20)[ 12 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Rasellia coughs as the smoke fills the room, noticing the priest cast a spell. \"If you won't stand up, at least crawl!!\" She attempts to clear the path to the door...\n \n Spoiler \nAttacking the acolyte in J10\nAttack (-4 for non-lethal) - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \nDamage (non-lethal) - (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \nIf that works, 5-foot step to J10\n \n\n Current AC: 18/12/18\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The acolyte falls and the other three continue to attack. All their attacks miss Rasellia. The smoke is getting thicker in here.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 5 ] (1d6)[ 6 ] (1d20)[ 4 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] (1d20+1)[ 16 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \nThe Acolyte on the box takes a diagonal 5ft move to still be able to attack rasellia\n \n\n[ooc: after this round you must make fortitude saves to keep from choking.]\n\n\n Smoke Effects \n\n A character who breathes heavy smoke must make a Fortitude save each round (DC 15, +1 per previous check) or spend that round choking and coughing. A character who chokes for 2 consecutive rounds takes 1d6 points of nonlethal damage .\n Smoke obscures vision, giving concealment (20% miss chance) to characters within it. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Growling as she turns to the door, ceasing her attention of the remaining acolytes, crying out angrily as she unleashes as much force as she can against the door.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I hope it's wooden...\n5-foot step to I10.\nShouldering shield.\nWeilding longsword in both hands (+1 dmg)\nPower attack (+3 dmg)\nDamage: (1d8+6)[ 11 ] \n And Fort save this round? Or next one? Either way:\nFort save (DC: 15) - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \nFailed... so was that fort save for this round or the next one?\n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 38 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Chu see OOC\n\nThe door has a hardness of 5 and HP of 20." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The door shudders as your blow cracks the wood. You can see sunlight streaming through the hole (14/20 hp). The acolytes continue their attack, but they all miss. The priest stands up and is hesitant to move forward. Only one is able to keep himself from coughing this round. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 11 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (1d20)[ 1 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (1d20)[ 10 ] (1d6)[ 1 ] \nFort rolls [8][16][10]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 38 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Gritting her teeth as she gives another mighty smack to the door, throwing all of the weight she can into the blow. The billowing smoke proves too much for her though, doubling over in mid-swing, hacking and coughing.\n \n Spoiler \nFort save (DC: 15) - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Damage (+3 Power attack, +1 two-handed) - (1d8+6)[ 7 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 38 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Two of the acolytes falls over choking upon the smoke. The last is starting to choke from the smoke. \n \n Spoiler \nFort saves (1d20)[ 4 ] (1d20)[ 6 ] (1d20)[ 8 ] \nAttack rolls (1d20)[ 12 ] (1d6)[ 4 ] (1d20)[ 15 ] (1d6)[ 3 ] (1d20)[ 1 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 38 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Rasellia squints her eyes through the smoke, taking another stab at the door (literally), trying to hit it in the same spot to get a hole big enough to at least stick her head through. She succumbs to the smoke, however, almost toppling over as she coughs uncontrollably.\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort save (DC: 16) - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Damage: (1d8+6)[ 11 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 38 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " (1d6)[ 3 ] - nonlethal damage\n\n The priest does not seem to be effected as he crawls towards the door as he breaths through the soaked piece of garment. The fire has now spread to the roof. The priest looks to Rasellia with a wet piece of garment in his hand, \" An eye for and eye, I will help you if you help me. I could kill you now as you choke and hope to survive. Or we could work together, take this cloth and place it over your mouth, it will help the smoke to not bother you as much. However, choose this option and we will go our separate ways when this is done.\"\n The last acolyte falls over choking upon the smoke \n \n Spoiler \nfort save\n \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 3 ] (1d20)[ 9 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Rasellia can barely hear the priest over the roaring of the flames and her hacking and coughing. Narrowing her eyes in defiance, she tries to keep he breaths shallow in an attempt to not draw in too much smoke.\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort save (DC: 17) - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n[s]Damage - (1d8+6)[ 10 ] [s/]\n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Think rationally, we will both die here along with all these misinformed acolytes. Can you have that on your conscious?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Glaring up at him, she snatches the cloth and clamps it over her mouth, squinting up at him. \"No... no one... no one's dying here today!\" She swings her sword again with her free hand, practically snarling into damp cloth. Solace, are you still there? I need to know if you're safe with me, I can't check or else myself and everyone in here will die!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDamage (+3 from power attack) - (1d8+5)[ 12 ] \n \n\n \n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I am fine, I should not talk for my thoughts have no magical protection when we talk.\"\n\n The door starts to splinter some more. You can see a metal pipe which is helping keep the door shut (7/20 HP). \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nBlinking back the tears welling up in her eyes from the harsh smoke, she gives yet another stroke at the door.\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack! (1d8+6)[ 8 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The door shatters a little more, the fire is now raging out of control, you hear the beams in the building starting to creak, its is only a matter of time before the building comes crashing down around you. The door is almost cracked in half (4/20 hp). " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia turns to the priest before hacking once more at the door. \"Don't just stand there! Pick one of them up! I'm almost through!\"\n \n Spoiler \n\nC'mon!! (1d8+6)[ 8 ] \n\nAugh!\n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The door splinters, it is almost broken through, maybe just one more solid hit will get you through the door (1/20). " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Giving a frustrated, if somewhat belated, battle cry, hewing the remains of the door in twain. Tossing her sword through the entrance, she bends over to pick up the nearest acolyte to drag him/her out\n \n Spoiler \n\nFinally! (1d8+6)[ 9 ] \nTossing sword through the doorway.\nMoving to J9 to grab an acolyte and start dragging.\n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar eyes the girl, and sees the beckoning motion. He feels very uneasy about this, but he slowly approches her. He suddenly realizes he is in a city, and his guard melts away. He strides up to her. \"Why hello there.\" He smiles broadly, and puffs out his chest. \"What can I do for you little miss?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \| Ref +7 (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric falls to the ground from the gas.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Chu \n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The door breaks into three large pieces and you are able to push it aside. A bar was placed on the other side holding the door closed as well. As you haul out a body the Priest leaves making a break for it as he starts to jog away. As you are about to enter to get another body out the building collapses. You realize that the body you have removed is not breathing any longer. \n\n_______________________________________________\n Wildboy \n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You start to wake up, you feel groggy and frustrated. The gas has left a putrid taste in your mouth. To your north a guard is processing one of the members of your tour. They are wetting him down and searching through his stuff. You hear the guard call out, \" The item the wizards want is not here.\" Behind you, you see that a guard is questioning the now awake man who pulled down the tapestry about where the pummel is. \n\n_______________________________________________\n Ayr \n\nYou hear the alarm finally die down as you get near the magic shop\n\n_______________________________________________\n Finn \n The woman smiles at you, \" Care for a drink at our lovely Pub? We have only the best ale in town.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"YOU IDEOT!, now we will never get our money back.\" Calthoric takes in his surroundings and stands up dusting himself off and straitens his hair. \"Good there are guards here, Guards I want this man arrested for endangering a nobles life with stupidity. Uh, what are you guys doing? And why is that man wet?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guards look up at you trying to place where they might have seen you before. \"We have to get the gas off of them, you should be asking yourself why you are wet as well. We plan on having this man arrested, but we are still looking for the item he stole. Would you please show my your items and wait to be patted down by the next guard and then you will be escorted out.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Stole? This man is not thief he is just stupid and was upset. Where is our guide? The only item that was missing was some sword and that was missing BEFORE we got there which is why we are so upset. However to appease you sense of duty here is my pack, you will, though, not touch me with your grubby hands. You will not treat me as if I am some commoner. Now fetch our poor excuse for a guide and let him tell you what is what.\" Calthoric growls at his sopped look and begins to ring out his damp cloths as best he can while wearing them. Tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the guard to move. \"What are you waiting for, get him now before I have you in shackles and on public display in the stocks for you treatment.\" \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI didnt realize i was wet so scratch that i read you post and it didn't say anything about it or I would have asked why I was wet instead of the other guy.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\nSearch\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n Cursing to herself, she tosses the rag aside, immediately putting her hand to her side to check on Solace, to make sure it's physically still in her pouch. Upon realizing the rod is still there, she goes over and picks up her sword, sheathing it before heaving up the body of the acolyte, looking around for any guards.\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nPausing only a moment when the sirens go off again, Thorael shakes his head, and then continues walking. The Magic Shoppe isn't too far away. The Day is bright, and a large weight seems to be lifted from his shoulders. Entering the Magic shoppe, he glances around \" Master Mage?? \"\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP - Finn & Ayr] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n[MAP - Chu] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n[Map - Wild] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\n_______________________________________________\nAyr\n\n The mage looks up from his work and smiles, \" What can i do for you lad?\" \n\n_______________________________________________\nChu\n\n A few guards have now shown up and there is a small growing crowd watching the burning building. The guards look at each other as if they are uncertain what to do. Then one says, \"You there, what is occurring here and where are you taking that man?\" \n\n_______________________________________________\nWild\n\n \"The guide did not make it out alive, he was killed by the gas. It does that in rare cases. Now, sir, please stay there and wait to be searched.\" The inspector finishes with the commoner the guard returns and picks him up and walks outside. The inspector comes up to you and says, \" Sir, there are two ways to do this, the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to empty out your pockets and let me pat you down and then let me go through my stuff. The hard way is for the guards to restrain you and then I put you back to sleep and search you. Either way, you will end up outside, in less of course you have the item we are looking for.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n She sets the corpse (?) down, wiping sweat from her brow. \"I... I was lead here by the priest that fled...\" she points in the direction he ran off. \"I was set upon by this one and five others who are still trapped inside there... I don't know if we can do anything for them, but this one, perhaps...\" She kneels down and starts uttering a spell, placing her hands a few inches over the man's chest. \"There was a seventh one, the one responsible for starting the fire. He fled out a secret door in the back of the warehouse. Are you going to just stand there or help me with this one?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting status on the acolyte.\n \n \n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Chu -\n\n The spell does not work, the young man is not breathing.\n\nThe guards stand their ground. \" Madame, would you please come out of the range of the fire. Ven, find out who owns this building.\" The last guard to arrive quickly leaves and heads south. " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar winks at the you lady. \"Only if you will come and join me. Hoe does that sound?\" Bolvar then flexs in a very corny fashion. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 32 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n Sighing, Rasellia stands and dusts off her knees. She strays away from the fire-belching doorway, trying to dust herself off. \"Is there anything I can help with?\" \n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 32 /40 (6 NL) \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Chu -\nThe guard shakes his head, \" In less, you can put out these flames. Then there is nothing that you can do.\"\n\n___________________________________________\n\n Finn -\n\n \"A big strong man, maybe I can have a drink with one so strong. I would have a drink with you if you are buying. How about that big man?\" She starts to walk into the bar \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n\n She nods and sighs. And with that... she takes her leave, trying not to feel too self-concious about the state of her appearances. Though she didn't want one when the priest had mentioned it, a bath and food sounded good right about now, and she had to meet her (former?) comrades back at the inn anyway, so she makes her way back there, trying to piece together what exactly happened. As she dusts herself off, she winces as she strokes the sword wound - she had forgotten all about it. Absent-mindedly, she heals herself as she walks along.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Headed to the inn.\nCasting cure light wounds \n (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n \n\n Current AC: 16/12/16\nCurrent hp: 40 /40 \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Wait madame, where do you live or where can we find you later? Our captain might want to ask you a few questions about the fire.\"\n\n [ooc: you can choose to answer or not]\n\nRasellia returns to the inn, it is a long walk before she starts to see some points of reference. As she nears the inn, part of her wonders if someone has followed her here. The common room is empty.\n\n[ooc: chu, you are a little ahead of everyone else in the time frame of the game. This is due to two long walks and a battle.]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|5 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 40 /40 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+3 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +5\| Ref +4\| Will +6\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 4 \| 1 \| 5 \| 1[/table]\n \n\nStopping and turning slightly to address the guard. \"I'll be staying at the inn for the next little while, though for how long, I don't know.\"\n\n -----------------------\n\nAfter finally arriving at the inn, Rasellia looks around the empty room, finding it odd there were no patrons. Walking up to the proprietor, if there was one present, the keeps her grubby hands to herself. \"Greetings once again. I wonder how much it would be to add on a hot bath and laundry service for my usual room tonight? As you can see, I'm in sore need of both...\" She gives a sheepish smile, though can't shake the feeling of being followed. Nervously, she checks upon Solace's pouch once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n How much, all told, for bath, laundry, food and room? And as for her clothes, she'll give them to be cleaned, but not, under any circumstances, will she \"conveniently\" hand over Solace's pouch.\nAlso, if you like Crim, we can put my part on hold and wait for the others to catch up. Don't think it'd be appropriate to go into TOO many steamy details of the elven maidens bath time ;D\n \n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Chu -\n\n The inn keeper smile and replies, \" You have already paid for your room for the week when you friends came in. Baths are five copper and they are located on the lower level. You will find several separate bathing rooms each one with a locking door and shelving. Just inform the attendant which bath and he will have the tub steaming hot in a little over an hour. If you are in need of laundry services, then inform the attendant as well. The cost of laundry services is two copper per garment.\" \n\nWalking down to the lower level, you find a several nice bathing stalls with locking door and shelving for you equipment. A female half-elf attendant smiles and looks up from her book as you come down. Soon, the bath is warm and she returns to her book once again.\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n [/table]\n\n ”Lets not be hasty, being wet and manhandled makes one quite testy. You can already see I am cooperating and if it was not for the convenience of your guide and his supposed ‘accidental’ death from knock out gas. Either way, here is my belongings and I have nothing in my pockets. Now, as far as to search me if you must insist on such foolishness you will put gloves on your hands. It is sad day when the world does not believe the word of the ruling class. Be thankful I am in a gracious mood.” \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\n Hide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\n Bluff\| (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\n Search\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\n Disable Device\|1d20+11\|Open Lock\|1d20+13\n deplomacy\| (1d20+3)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The investigator shakes his head and puts on leather gloves, \"If you insist, I will put on gloves. Now let me look through your pack.\" After examining your pack for the pummel and being satisfied that it is not in there, he turns to you and says, \" Please turn around, so that I can pat you down.\" He waits for you to turn around. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\n [color=red]”Is all this necessary? You let the ‘gentleman’ go that caused all this ruckus. And the longer you delay with me the more of a chance that the group before us is walking off with whatever you seek. Did not the other repeat the exact same thing that I am telling you? Though them being of common blood I can understand why one would not take their word directly, but I am not of common blood.”[/ color] Calthoric rolls his eyes and turns around. ”Yes extremely fortunate for you that I am in a forgiving mood though perhaps when this ordeal is over with and I have had king speak with your superiors perhaps you will be fortunate and only loose a months pay. I do hope none of you have families.” \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\n Hide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\n Bluff\| (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\n Search\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\n Disable Device\|1d20+11\|deplomacy\| (1d20+3)[ 9 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The man starts to pat you down. He pats around your pockets...\n\n[ooc: where is the pummel hidden?]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\n ”Can you move any quicker? I am late for many meetings one to discuss trade and goods that are to be delivered to this very tower. That is one of the reasons I took this tour is to familiarize myself with its operations and to get a feel for its needs.” \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\n Hide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\n Bluff\| (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\n Search\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\n Disable Device\|1d20+11\|deplomacy\| (1d20+3)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"All done, looks like you are clean. Sorry for the inconvenience. You are free to go.\" The guard escorts you out, you can still hear them taunting the man who pulled down the tapestry of where the pummel has vanished to. Part of you feels sorry for him, the other part of you is glad that you have made it out safely. The guard shows you out and within minutes you have wondered into a crowd of people in the busy streets most likely heading towards the inn. \n \n Spoiler \n slight of hand - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] vs. spot - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] I used your slight of hand roll against the investigators spot check.\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\n hp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\n Melee Atk \|+3 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+6 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\n SV \| Fort +3 \| Ref +7 \| Wil +0\|\|Arrows:60\n STR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\n Calthoric looks to the captain with a polite smile. ”You thoroughness though unneeded will be mentioned inspector. On a side note I did notice a member of the House of Nord in the group ahead of us. Perhaps an investigation into that house can prove useful. I too have interest in the dealing of this house and might seek you out for your findings. It seems some less then standard deals have been recorded within the trades guilds. Just a thought for you.” With that Calthoric turns on his heals and walks calmly out of the tower. As he passes the man being harassed he frowns slightly. Better him then me. Innocence and ignorance will allow him to go free. As for now a bath is calling my name. Calthoric quickens his pace for the inn.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\n Hide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\n Bluff\| (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+13\n Search\|1d20+9\|UMD\|1d20+9\n Disable Device\|1d20+11\|deplomacy\| (1d20+3)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Ayr - After spending the remainder of the day at thee old magic shoppe, you head down to the Red Tower. You get to the main door and you see a sign which reads, Closed Investigation Underway . You feel a tinge that you might know what is going on and you turn back around and head to the Inn. Your steps quicken as you get closer to the inn. The inn keeper smiles as you get closer. \" Two of your companions just came in and are currently bathing.\" \n After about an hour both Rasellia and Calthoric join you back in the common room. \n________________________________________\n\nWild - You get back to the inn. You heart is still racing from all the drama today. You inquire about a bath and the Inn Keeper informs you that it costs 5 copper and laundry service is 2 copper per garment. You head down the stairs see the half-elf who quickly get fresh water heated in a private bath. You see a occupied sign on another bath stall. The water is warm and there is a few shelves for your belongings. After your bath you head up to the common room and see Thoreal and Bolvar sitting there. \n________________________________________\n\nFinn - You follow the woman into the bar, she smiles but her boss frowns at her presence with you. After a wonderful hour of buying her drinks she smiles to you and whispers into your ear, \" Where can I meet you tonight for another drink.\" After telling her where you are staying you head off back to the inn. You see Thoreal sitting there in the common room (you spent 1 gold wowing her) \n________________________________________\n\nChu - Your bath feels wonderfully refreshing. After you are done bathing, you head back upstairs. You see Calthoric, Bolvar, and Thoreal sitting in the common room.\n\n ________________________________________\n\nEveryone - you all gain one level." }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 5 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/47 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +8 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +7 \| Ref +2 \| Wil +1\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar moves over to Thoreal. \"Well, this day just got much better. So, do we have the pummel? I do not want to stay in this town for very long. It feels like our mere prescence indangers every one here. When we get it, we should be on our way.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 5\|LN\|MED\n hp: 20/20\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +1 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +4 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +2\| Ref +3\| Will +4\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael glances over to Blovar, and kicks his foot up on the table. Clasping his hands together he sets them lightly on his head. With an almost inconsequential look, one that you would give discussing the weather, or the color of the guards new uniforms, he kinda shrugs and nods his head. \" Thats a good question. You should ask our ace negotiator. Better question might be what happened to the rod... and will the tale rate an 'i told you so'. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| PENDING[/table]\n \n\n\nRasellia walks down the stairs, hand on the hilt of her sword. \"You'll find your fears to be quite unfounded, Thorael. I can take care of myself, though I don't expect any amount of proofs or contradictions will convince youo therwise. Regardless...\" She sits at the table, keeping her voice lower now. \"It's safe, for now. Though there's something odd going on in this city... I WAS attacked, though the ringleader didn't seem like much of a priest to me... and he was willing to kill his followers in order to get what he wanted.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nOnce again the mage finds himself slack jawed, glancing around the room in disbelief. \" If by <BIG AIR QUOTES> unfounded </BIG AIR QUOTES> you mean \"exactly what i expected\" then yeah,... you're right. Getting attacked if you took... \" Hushing his voice a bit more \" was exactly what i said would happen. We'll at least you seem relatively unscathed, and no one seriously hurt. Plus as an added bonus you managed to retain possession of our friend. And you're right, that priest was casting Arcane magic. More wizard than abbot would be my guess. I would question if he were a priest at all. How did you manage to escape pursuit. Do you think you may have been followed here? What about you Cal... i see you managed to return to us with all parts intact. How did you make out? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 5 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 37/37 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\nCalthoric flashes a lopsided grin to Thoreal. \"I got what i went after. Let's just say that the red tower is going to be busy for awhile, probably the house of Nord as well.\" His face then hardens as he looks to the group. \"As of right now this petty bickering and measuring of one metal ceases now. We were all assigned a task or accepted a task to help someone for the betterment of many. That means all our skills will be required in order to accomplish this whether you approve of them or not if a person in this party makes a play we back the play without question. We all have our skills and abilities and we'll use those strengths when the situation calls for it. If you disapprove of it, too bad, bite your tongue and bring it up later when privacy presents itself. We become a functioning unit as of now. No more petty bickering. No more looking down to one another. No more fighting amongst ourselves.\" Calthorics face lightens greatly as he looks to Rasellia. \"Lady Rasellia if i can have what you are carrying please and then all of us travel to our room. Calthoric stands and heads to their rented room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Calthoric, you speak with a wisdom that's unheard of in this party... it's comforting.\" She gives a somewhat forced smile, hesitating at the suggestion of handing Solace over. Nodding after a moment, she hands the pouch over to Calthoric. \"I expect it back, right...?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael follows the group up to their common room. \" There is little doubt that my wisdom has gone unheeded, if not unheard so such a concept would come as a quite a revelation. If it is the will of the group that i bite my tongue, i will acquiesce, regardless of how improvident the plan, how pococurante the idea. I do, however, hold my skin in high regard. But enough of that... lets see them together. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 17 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Calthoric grabs a hold of both parts of the rod and fits them together. Like a two pieces of broken metal they do fit together but they do not stay together. \n\n\"You idiots, don't you think that you should ask me , for help? First of all, that is my pummel. However, a large amount of energy is needed to reforge me back together and you seem to be missing several parts. However, there is a way to reconnect me to my pummel. The pummel allows me to talk without without fear of being overheard. However, until that is attached, we run the risk of being found. I am not sure if you Thoreal or Rasellia wants to let me use your magical energy to set the pieces together. I am old magic, therefore, this might be a painful experience for you. If a acolyte wizard tries this he could die, just to warn you. If you are unwilling to do it, then we must find a wizard or priest that you trust to set the pieces. Later a reforge will have to be done.\"\n\n Knowledge Arcana DC 25 - Old Magic - \n Spoiler \nOld magic refers to magic that drew upon life energy to fuel the magic. All magic uses life energy, however in recent times it has not effected spell casters or items as it once did. The scholars are uncertian as to why.\n \n \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" I know not of this old magic of what you speak, but take of me what you will. I do not fear a bit of pain... \" With wide eyes, Thorael takes the pieces from Calthoric, and holds them together. \" What now? \"\n \n Spoiler \n Spellcraft - (1d20+14)[ 15 ] {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 23 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " As Thoreal presses the pieces together, he feels a surge of energy coursing through him, there is a bright blue flash as the pieces touch. You feel your spell energy leaving you through this process (it is like you cast 10 spelllevels of spells all at once). Then in a moment, the rod is one and thoreal falls back and lays upon the floor. A few more gray hairs can be seen in his hair and a few wrinkles on his face.\n\nIt is like you cast your three third level spells and a first level spell. You aged 20 years, took 10 damage and have to roll a DC 20 Fort save to remain conscious.\n\n \"It is alright, he should wake up soon.\" \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 13/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nHead smoking, eyes rolling into the back of his head Thorael defies gravity for a moment. \" Owwwwwwuuuaahh... \". The smoking wizard collapses on the spot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Fortsave - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 15 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Thoreal - you will wake up in a (1d20)[ 9 ] minutes." }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 6 spot[(1d20) = 2[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar jumps over to check to see if Thorael is even still alive. When he sees the new time damage, Bolvar gasps. He then starts laughing very loudly. \"Behold, the might of magic. It will kick the crap out of you, and then make you look like you are thirty years older.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nRasellia frowns at Solace's wording. Um... if you hadn't noticed, I've been constantly asking you for help... and all you ever give is cryptic, vague answers... \nAs Thorael takes hold of the rod and POMMEL (not pummel XD), she steps forward as if to stop him. \"Wait Thorael, we should try toge-...!!\" Her eyes go wide as he topples over. \"H-hey!!\" \nKneeling over the toppled mage, she lays her hands on his chest, trying out her new searing light spell healing the wounds that had appeared on his skin, then attempting, however futile, to reverse some of the aging.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting cure light wounds \n (1d8+7)[ 9 ] HP healed.\n\nCasting lesser restoration . (3-round casting time)\nI know it's not gonna do anything, but hey... it's the thought that counts\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 37/37 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\nCalthoric watches Thoreal go down and cannot help but to snicker at Bolvar's comments. He waits for Thoreal to gain consciousness then looks to the group. \"So no where? I have a few leads dealing with the house of Nord and a guard the might help with more information about the house but I do not know how productive it will be. There is also a matter of the captain bounty hunter who gave us a ride here thinking he has the wrong man. The condemned man also offered aid in return for ours. If neither of the courses of action are acceptable then I am at a loss on where to go next.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nFor ages Thorael drifts through his subconscious. Fields of green green grass. Woodchucks frolicking in the meadow. Deer scamper though the tree line, as a hoard of Goblins come pouring out of the wood. Scorching Rays springing from their eyes. Fire engulfs the meadow, burning, destroying everything. Thorael looks down at Gilly who looks up innocently at him. Together they shrug...as consciousness returns to the Mage. \" OUCH... Well i can see why they did away with this Old magic. New magic is much much nicer. Oiy... \" Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he half pays attention to Calthorics words. \" Yeah yea... side quest. sounds good. We need the cash anyway. We can spend some time lookin for additional information on our friend here as well. I need to complete my work with the mage across the way. Plus i need to start replacing my magical artifacts... all of which takes coin. Did... did the reforging take? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 19 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Setting the Pummel and handle \n Spoiler \n + = \n \n\n After a long day, you settle down in your rooms to sleep. The morning comes too quickly and soon everyone is up. " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar frowns deeply when he hears that the bounty hunter captain thinks he has the wrong man. \"That man will not recieve a fair trial in anyway. He will simply be killed for something he never did. While we don't have the responsibility to go around writing the worlds wrong, I do feel we should help him out. However, if we are going to go through with this quest of completing the rod, we should figure out where the next peice is instead. Do the whole save the world thing.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 37/37 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\n \"That is very true Master Bolvar however we have no idea where to look and the prisoner mentioned to me a associate of his that has information of many things in this region. I believe by accomplishing this task we can get a clue to our next piece or at least a direction to travel. However this must be a group choice.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael gets up, stretches and scratches his elfly bits. Looking around for a bit to eat and drink, he comes upon Calthoric and Bolvar deep in the previous nights conversation. \" Right Right...Right you are Bolvar. Poor sap, rottin in jail. The bits of our compatriot can wait a bit i think. Research, information gathering, all of these things take coin. I have promised my services by day to the magic shoppe across the way. I have the capability of crafting items of magic. These items will be able to aid us on our epic quest, but cash is, again, fairly important... I understand that my input is not really requested, but if it were, my vote would be anything that could put some coin in our pockets and quickly... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Well, I have nothing to do in this city, I guess I will go to find a temporary work to earn us some travel money. I still have the amount that we split evenly from before. Since I am not very good at the whole thinking part, I will just work to help pay for stuff.\" When the group seperates, Bolvar will head to the dock area, looking for work in doing whatever he can. He will take any job offered as long as it requires no thought, and pays in coin. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThinking for a moment, she looks to Calthoric. \"I suppose there's not much I can do besides help you gather some information, though I'm not incredibly well-versed in it. If anything, I suppose I can be your \"hired bodyguard\"...\" She smirks, then turns to Thorael. \"Did you want to hold on to the item...? Or shall I?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Well you've done such a... \"Thorael squeezes closed his eyes, and grimices as if in some discomfort. After a small pause you can see his mouth moving as if counting. \" ...9 ...10. Please Rasellia, keep it. We all agreed that you should bear the gift until such time as you or Solace no longer wish it. \"The wizend mage crosses his arms, and shoots a glance at Calthorik before leaning back in his chair.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMan, i tried to post about 7 times over the weekend. Stoopid intraweb!!{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Ayr –\n\n At ‘Ye Old Magic Shoppe,’ you spend most of the day working, filing, mixing things, looking up recipes, etc. During a lull in customers coming in the owner looks at you and smiles. “ I get the feeling that you have not been forthright in telling me why you are here. I understand that you have secrets that you wish to keep; however, I might be able to help you more that you realize. I have an associate, a historical librarian, who might give you the answers you seek. He owes me a few favors I could get you a meeting if you wish. He is not one to trifle with. Let me know what you think.” \n __________________________ \n\n Wild/Chu –\n\n You go out looking for information. You find a seedy tavern that seems to be full of individuals willing to give out some information for a few coins. (gather information check) \n DC 10 \n Spoiler \nThe House of Nord and the House of Istar are in a trade war\n DC15 \n Spoiler \nThe head of the house of Nord, Ivar, was kidnapped and his body was later found outside the city. He named his killer after he was resurrected.\n DC 20 \n Spoiler \nIvar suggested that the son of the head of Istar, Alvin, killed him.\n DC 25 \n Spoiler \nIvar hired a dwarvin bounty hunter to track down Alvin, which they did.\n DC 30 \n Spoiler \nThe dwarfs are refusing to hand over Alvin.\n DC 50 \n Spoiler \nIf you are reading this then you are cheating\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n __________________________ \n\n Finn –\n\n You head down to the docks, there seems to be many ships unloading their goods. You find a captain whose crew seems to be struggling getting thing unloaded. The captain offers you one gold piece for a days work unloading. \n __________________________ " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 37/37 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\nCalthoric smiles at Rasillia's comment and give an approving nod to thoreal. \"One can never have too many body guards however I think this day you will be my hired escort. He chuckles to his own comment and flashes Rasellia a wink.\n\nAs they head to the part of town Calthoric knows best he can sense Rasellia's alertness rise. After talking with a number of people the only information that was able to be had was of another house in conflict with the House of Nord. This gave him an idea. He quickly began to spread a rumor that the house of Nord is trying to frame the house of Istar for some item taken from the Red Mage Tower. He also spreads the rumor that more information can be found at the Silver Steed Inn through a person called Fredrick. With that Rasellia and himself return to the Inn and wait for the results of there ploy.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8\|Gather Information\| (1d20+1)[ 12 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nAs Bolvar moves about, he whistles a sad tune to himself. \" Ah, this the life! Just pick up stuff and move it. None of this, \"I won't abandon the inanimate rod\" or \"Save the goblins while I talk morethen anyone should!\" crap. Just lift from the legs, not the back. I love it!\" Bolvar really gets into unloading the ship, working as hard and fast as he can." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " After a few hours of waiting, three red wizards and their six body guards enter the Silver Steed Inn looking for Fredrick. You overhear on of the mages asking the innkeeper, \" Where can I find Fredrick.\" The Innkeeper shrugs. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nRaising an eye at the Mage, Thorael glances at the gentlemen.\" Forthright? I've spoken no untruths, but you're very astute in discerning that which i haven't said, and you will forgive me if remain silent on that topic for now. I have witnessed a Priest charm one of his most loyal to gain a bit of the information we... suspect. I really need to identify and answer a few questions of my own before i can even know what to ask... who to trust. I will say that i am a craftsman by trade. An Artisan. Imbuing magic into works of art and craft a passion. These are the topics that i seek, although again... this is not the full story. And i fear that time is short. No more than a weeks march north, i witnessed a dragon flying away into the night, only find the inn we were stayin at in flames. A bandit hideout, the scene of a masacre where the blood was still warm and not a body to be found, and an orcish witch... a seer, speak only of escaping, a warlock and his legions before passing on. \" Thorael looks around, and seems to be thinking a bit. \" Your offer is quite generous. I would be foolish to turn it down, but i must know what i need to ask before i seek out those wiser than me. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive - (1d20)[ 9 ] Feel for his purpose for being soo... generous\n Bluff - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] if needed... (yikes){table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I know that you have come seeking answers, it is what brought you to my shoppe in the first place. I am sure you have been to the red tower, maybe with limited success. They are not always open to non members finding answers and I see no pledges pin upon your collar. These things lead me to believe that you have not found what you are looking for. My associate can give you answers and even I will not know what you asked him. I know that I am generous, it is my fault, and it has kept my business from growing large. I am always willing to aid a potential friend. All I will ask in return is a favor from you later, when you become more powerful.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 37/37 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 13/13/10 \| Nobles Cloths\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks to Rasellia and shakes his head. Leaning over he gives a low whisper. \"we do not want their information we are waiting for someone to appear from the house of Istar. Hopefully to use their feud to our advantage\" Calthoric watches the mages with mild interest enjoying his drink. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The mages look around the room and then shout to the near empty common room, \" We are look for Fredrick,We have gold to pay for his information or even information regarding where he can be found.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Ayr – \n You step out of the magic shoppe to help a customer load something into a car when… \n Finn – \n You are loading something onto a boat when… \n _____________ \n …you hear people start to scream causing you to look up. In the sky, you see a red dragon smash down upon a tower to the north side of town. Its tail smashing into the roof of another as it breaths fire down upon the street. People start fleeing south as the dragon takes up flight and flies near Thoreal breathing fire down upon buildings adjacent and then over Bolvar setting fire to a ship next to the one he is loading. You see a rider upon this dragon clad in black; the dragon flies out over the river and you can only see a red siloloate against the afternoon sky. \n Rasellia, Solace screams into your mind. “ It is near, it is near, this is BAD…he must have sensed us when Thoreal fused the pummel. Hopefully, the pummel will work against his scrying. I feel his presence leaving; he must not be able to sense our present location”. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nTrying her best not to fume at the \"escort\" comment, her right eye merely twitches a little. \"Just... lead the way...\" \n\nRaising her eyebrows at Solace's urgency, she responds to Calthoric in an equally-low tone. \"...Just tell me when we have to go... I hope it's soon... he's here...\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar drops whatever crate he was moving and drops to the ground when the dragon goes over head. \"We should have left sooner\". He then stands and starts shouting at the nearby people. \"Run! Don't stand around and watch that thing burn stuff. Move away from the boats and into the city proper.\" Bolvar then takes his own advice and starts running for the inn. When he reaches the inn a few minutes later, he bursts through the door, frantically looking for his party members." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael walks back into the magic shop. \" Looks like it was a red. Thought it might be a red, fire and all of that. In the dark, looked more like a blue. Could have been magic after all, but a Red makes sense. So like i said... seems times a bit short. Perhaps i will go and see this... historian of yours. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 13 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "\" If you are interested in meeting with him, then he will find you. Just let me know. He is a very busy man.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Then it is time to find the others I am going to my room and changing into my armor. We'll wait for the others and leave here. I wish we had more time as gold and information seem to be available.\" Calthoric lets out a sigh at the missed opportunity while heading to him room. He quickly changes into his armor and returns as the others arrive.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nNodding Throael goes back to his work. \" I'm not going anywhere... I just wish i knew how to imbue items with magic. I feel as if i should be able to. I feel as if i've had the ability to for over a hundred years. I just seem to lack the knowledge of how to make it work. Odd eh? Someday perhaps i'll figure it out. Perhaps your historian will be able to give me some tips while we're at it. Priority for me right now, however, has to be coin. It appears that i cannot even attract a proper apprentice. Where i come from, apprentices come prepared to study. \" Thorael glares at Gilly. \" They have their own Books, and components. They bring their masters something more than just the clothes on thier back. It seems, however, master mage that i will be providing mine with all of these things... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\| (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+4)[ 11 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia waits in the bar for the others to arrive, anxiously tapping her gloved finger as she hopes that they are indeed coming back sometime soonish. She subconciously places her hand over Solace's pouch, checking from time to time." }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 1 spot[(1d20) = 12[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar bursts into the inn, and looks around for his comrades. On spotting Rasellia, he moves quickly to her. He does his best to keep his voice down, but has a hard time of it. \" Dragon. There is, was, a dragon. It came and burned all the ships. We need to leave. If we stay here, more lives are going to be claimed.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe nods in response to Bolvar's urgenct. \"I know, Calthoric is upstairs. Do you know where Thorael went off to? We need to get out of here, at least for now.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nComing down the stairs and hearing Bolvar's statement a concerned look creases his face. \"Thoreal said he would be working at the mage shop around the corner trying to better his skills and be accepted in to the Red Mage guild. We can find him there I suggest we move now. Gathering up his things he moves to the door ready to put this city behind him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Heading down the street to 'Ye olde Magick Shoppe' there is much commotion in the streets. You do not see the dragon any longer and you hear voices of people hoping that the dragon does not return. You enter the magic shoppe the owner smiles at nods to you as you enter, \" What can I do for thee?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"We have come for our compatriot Thoreal. It is time to go have you seen him?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"He is in the back room categorizing newt tongues. Thoreal, there are men here to see you.\" Thoreal comes out of the back room. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael exist the back room wiping his hands on a dark rag. Tilting his head a bit he looks them over. \" What's going on guys? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|\|Listen\|[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"We... need to leave now, Thorael. Whoever is after us is here, and Bolvar saw a dragon. We can come back later, but for now, we have to get the city out of danger.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael discards the grimy rag, tossing it to the side where it lands upon the floor. Gilly quickly scampers up and collects the discarded rag and wanders back off to the store room. The mage looks around and lowers his voice \" Why would we want to leave? I mean, I know my opinion is unsought and unheeded, but my sacrifice should allow our friend to remain hidden more so than ever before. Hiding from a dragon, and 'him' will be significantly easier here in a city vs running around the country side. Finding us would be like finding a needle in a haystack. If he should come again, this city has high ranking wizards, guardsmen, and clergy which could mount a defense against the dragon. Not to mention, he would presume we would flee... his attack was designed to flush us out. No, here is the safest place for us... at least for now, although we should consider relocating our sleeping quarters. Give the impression we've fled. Besides... i have business to conduct with a historian who may be able to shed some light on what we're doing. \"" }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"I hear your comments Thoreal and I would say it is a bit easier to find the needle should you burn down the haystack. We still are directionless and can use more information that I do not think we'll be able to obtain outside of these city walls. The reception and actions of a few in this city suggest to me that we need not be wary of more then just \"Him.\" I think it is only wise to wait till night fall and if we do not hear from you historian by then another opportunity lost. I do not wish to stay in this city any longer as I think we are attracting attentions unseen. We have closed our rooms at the inn and shall leave the city under the cover of darkness. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia nods after thinking for a few moments. \"I agree with Calthoric here. Perhaps it would be wise, though, to have our... defenses lowered, so that whoever is chasing us can hone in on our location, then put them back up and go in a different direction, in an attempt to throw him off course?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"I do not wish to try a feint. I think whoever is looking for us is smarter then that and we do not need to provide him with more opportunities then he already has. Let us travel to a distant part of the city away from its current defenses against whatever dragon they are dealing with. It is none of our affair right now and hope new information presents itself then. Then we'll find out where the nearest village is and head there to gain hopefully a direction.\" Calthoric nods to the shopkeep and turns to head out. \"Oh and we are going to need provisions for traveling. I was robbed so unfortunately the burden falls to the rest of you. Lets obtain our traveling supplies and then sit at a tavern until night. We then travel in the direction of the village. \n \n Spoiler \nWe will if group decides buy supplies, food, water, etc. for a trip and I plan on gathering information more on the artifacts and the nearest village at the tavern. Once Finn and Chu reply and if they agree I think you can just warp us to night and set us on our way and just let us know if my gather info and theirs should they try turn up anything. Appearently I learned nothing...\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Gather Information\| (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " When you return to the Inn the innkeeper shakes his head and replies, \" I am sorry but I cannot refund your money for the week. \" You gather up your things and head to a bar on the other side of town. You hear talk of three villages two across the river and one to the far north. There has been no more sightings of the dragon today beyond its fly by. People are still talking about its effects upon the town and their moral. \n After finding a place to by supplies (for PHB prices) you settle down into chairs at a middle class pub. A few men are making a commotion in the other corner. They appear to be arguing among themselves. \n\n[Spot check DC 5] \n Spoiler \nYou see a symbol upon their tailored shirts that looks familiar\n[Knowledge local DC 10 or INT/WIS DC 20] \n Spoiler \nThey are wearing shirts with the House of Istar on them\n \n\n \n\n\n[OOC: someone can roll for Ayr if they would like to if he has Knowledge local]" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf sighs and plunks herself down at a relatively out-of-the-way table, the day of shopping draining on her nerves and her coinpurse. She looks around the pub, enjoying the decency of the establishment. She frowns a little when such decency is disturbed by the arguing men in the corner. Recognizing the coat of arms on their clothing, she decides not to bite their heads off right away, but hones her keen, elven ears in on the conversation, trying to pick up what was being argued about.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The argument surrounds their brother/cousin who is being kept prisoner by dwarvin bounty hunters for the supposed death of the leader of the House of Nord. They have recently found out that the House of Nord is trying to frame them for stealing a magical item from the red tower. They have lost the support of the Red Tower due to the controversy. They seem to be arguing if they should break in and rescue their brother/cousin. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks over to the men arguing and listens closely. He knows that usually during a heated discussion tendencies are to to forget discretion and let what normally would be keep quite to spill out freely. \"Thank you Lady Rasellia for picking up the supplies it looks like only a few more hours and we will be out of here. I think we'll travel to the village to the far north. We should have enough supplies to do so. I think it would be best if we traveled half the night to gain some distance then camp and resume travel during the daylight hours. What do you all think?\" Calthoric looks to the group awaiting their answer.\n\n[modified]\n \"while you make your decisions if you will excuse me a moment. Calthoric stands and moves slowly over to the men and speaks to them in a hushed tone. \"I apologize for the intrusion but your conversation is far from quiet. I might be able to help you if you can help me. I know the bounty hunter that holds your family member. I am leaving town in a matter of hours and this departure will not be delayed so you have that amount of time to provide me aid or you may not get what I can offer. \n[/modified]\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\| (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \|Listen\| (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"What do you offer? I can pay in gold. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nStill in hushed tone Calthoric responds \"Well obviously gold will part of the payment. What I am offering is simple. I was asked by the bounty hunter to help him out as he too feels he has the wrong man. I do not have the time investigate who the right man is. If you know who the person that did attack the member of the House of Nord or have proof that the house of Nord is lying Give me the information and I will be sure the bounty hunter gets it. My fee for your brothers freedom is 300 gold piece. You have three hours to get me the information or you will have to pay the bounty hunters fee for holding till the information is delivered.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"My brother was up north when the murder was supposed to have occurred. We do not know the culprit but because of the investigation all of our trade has been halted causing us to loose lots of gold. I will give you 1000 gold for the return of my brother alive. Maybe checking into the house of Nord might give you more information.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric jaw drops a bit at the price they are willing to pay. He stands there a moment contemplating their offer. \"Is there a non house member that can verify that he was up north at the time of the murder? I will get your brother free. For the record who am I speaking with and where can you be reached?. I will send a missive to the bounty hunter and let him know what is happening so he does not make any rash decisions.\" After hearing their details he says to them that he will be in touch and returns to the rest of the group.\n\n \"Have you decided which is the best destination for us? I have some interesting offers from those men that were arguing. It seems our bounty hunter captain has their brother who was the prisoner on the ship. They claim he was up north during the time of the murder of the house member of Nord. They offered a sum of 1000 gold to help free him. This man also said he could get us in contact with someone who might have knowledge of a great many things. I know Master Bolvar aches to be free of the city, though I do not mind it so much I too wish to be traveling with purpose. I will send a missive to the captain and hope he has not already turned him in. What do you all think our next course should be.\" As he listens to the group he scribbles quickly on a blank piece of parchment a note. He hands it to the barmaid with instructions to deliver it to First Mate Dwak of the bounty hunter vessel on pier 4 telling her he will reward her well for it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNote reads:\nCaptain [nameless couldnt find it in past posts though i did ask for it.],\nI have found the family of your bounty they say that the bounty was in the north regions during time of murder. Heading to [village that is decided] tonight and will check local tavern for your response. Leave it to the name of Horatio.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Noble says, \"He left on a hunting expedition two months ago, the expedition was not for hunting but for something that cannot be named . Therefore, he could not have been here to do the murder and then return north. I am Ven, here is my ring, show it at my house and I will talk with you when you come.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nFrowning, Rasellia thinks for a moment. \"While I'm in no hurry to leave the city either, and money helps us in our task... you forget our main reason for leaving here; we have been discovered, Calthoric, and unless we leave now, innocents are going to be hurt...\" Mulling over this for a bit, she gnaws on her lower lip. \"How long will it take...?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The man shrugs at her question, I do not know how long it will take to free my brothers name, but miss, if you are worried about innocents, he is one\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar looks the mans brother, and sighs. \"While your brother may be innocent, I am worried about total numbers here. If we stay here, we risk the lives of the town from that dra....why am I saying this?\" Bolvar stops himself from spilling more information. \"The point is, we need to leave. However, Thorael brought up a good point. Prehaps they will not attack again? Taking the time to right this small wrong will give us time to see if we really need to leave.\" Bolvar turns to look at Calthoric. \"Lets do our best to help this man, but be quick about it.\" \n\nBolvar pulls out his money pouch. \"It is not much, but it is the money that we earned in getting here. I am no good with numbers, so I cannot say how much it is. However, if we must leave I will gladly spend it for the group to aid us in fleeing this city.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Spoiler \n After spending most of the day wondering what to do, you head down to the docks to see about heading south. You find a vessel that is leaving in less than an hour. You and the captain barging upon a price, 22 gold to take you and your cart full of your things across the river. He is heading out to sea but knows of a dock to the south that he can let you out upon. Soon, the cart with mule (or horse) is loaded up and you are on your way. You feel the spray of the waves upon your face as you head out into the open river. The journey seems quick for soon you see the other shore. A lone dock appears in the midst of a rocky shore. The boat is anchored a bit from shore. A rowboat brings you and your belongings up to the dock with the cart floating near behind. Soon you are back on dry land packing your things back into a slightly damp cart. The sun is quickly setting in the west as you see your transport sailing off towards the sea. The thought of your previously warm inn bed causes you to sigh, knowing that it will be a bit before you slumber away from the elements. \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The party is still back in town at the bar... " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Very well. If what you say is true, we'll help you.\" \n After a little while of discussing where to go after said mission, the party makes their way to the Istarian abode and shows the ring. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric follows Rasillia a short way and notices she is leading the party to the Ishtar residence. \"Lady Rasellia I can see you are leading us towards the Ishtar residence. I think you misunderstood what Van has stated. He if we wish to speak to him again we are to approach their abode. I think we should bypass the middle man and head right to the House of Nord. Using the ring we shall mask as an envoy speaking for Van himself and see what information that will lead too. At least that is the plan I have in mind. We have to prove this murder to be false and someone to testify or a paper stating that there is some conspiracy. What do you all think of that plan?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael speaks in hushed tones. \" Thats an awful idea. If they set up the brother for some murder, you going up there as a envoy will either get you killed, or worse... robbed again. Do you not think that they know who's authorized to speak for them. Yes we have the ring, but any pickpocket worth his salt could have acquired that. Feigning as an envoy is a great idea, just not to the house of Nord. We need to find out everything we can about the murder. The house of nord is not the place to start... perhaps we should entertain some other ideas on where to begin. Then again, perhaps i should continue to remain silent. \"\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The noble shakes his head, \"My brother had nothing to do with the murders, however, i do need to keep our secrets. Maybe you should start asking questions around the house of Nord. Find out who was killed and why they think it was my brother. I know that our house had nothing to gain from his murder and everything to loose. We have lost our status as merchants until the guilty party is brought to justice, that means coins are being lost as our good sit in our warehouse and rot.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Very well, you anonymity will remain, however the House of Nord is our objective. We'll head there and get the information we need. I have an idea and a trick or two that might help in the situation. Let us go and see what comes to bare.\" Calthoric heads towards the directions given by Ven to the house of Nord.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You head down to the Noble houses, after about an hour of walking you find the House of Nord. You see it is quite busy with wagons leaving with goods and men tending to the gardens. It is surrounded by a large steel fence. There is a gate with a few guards standing beside it. \n\n\n\nIt most likely looks something like this\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia follows Calthoric, but says little, the upper class having always grated on her nerves. She knew this situation required delicacy, so she decided it would be better for Calthoric, who seemed to have been born with a silver tongue and a good deal of street savvy, to do all the talking." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nInhaling deeply Thorael takes in the sights and smells of this noble house. The fragrant flowers remind him so much of home. Impressive for a human dwelling. Looking around he spots the guard house, and sees his companions looking at him. The \"oh no\" looks on their faces brings a smirk to his, as he strolls up to the guard house leaving gilly behind with the others.\n\n\" You there! Apathetic guard person. You seem to be adequately able of guarding... things \". The mage pauses a moment allowing his compliment to have it full effect. Continuing on \" ... I'm sure you get this every day, but we are a cadre of problem solvers who have heard of your terrible terrible loss, our deepest sympathies, truly. What ever reward is being offered is really secondary to seeing that justice is done. A greatly appreciated afterthought, but secondary none the less. You seem to be a..uh.. natural leader among men, and must surely ..em..know all of the goings on here. We wish to throw our exiguous assets and skills at this conundrum. Tell me good man, could you tell us anything about the murder or point us in the direction of someone who could? \"\n\ncrossing his arms and beaming a large smile, Thoreal is clearly pleased with himself glances back at his compadres, nods and winks before turning his attention back at the gate guard.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|[]1d20+4[]\|Listen\|[]1d20+4[][/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guard seems to notice your presence for the first time. \"Ah, terrible it was to have our leader slain, however, we now celebrate that his murder has been captured. Thank the Saint that a priest was near by to raise him from the dead soon after his murder, so that he could name his killer. I am not sure that there is anything left to solve, except maybe why the Dwarves have not returned the captive murderer.\" " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar sighs deeply. \"How are we ever going to prove someone innocent when we have a ressurected man to name the killer?\" \n \"Ressurection eh? Sounds like a powerful spell indeed. I only hope it will never need to be casted on myself. I wonder if there is a time limit on the spell? Like, was the leader dead for a day or two and everyone saw the dead body?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"The guard looks confused by Bolvar's comment as looks back to the party to see if they will answer. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"My suspicions, Bolvar, are that they had a cleric nearby, or probably even on-site, to restore the noble to life... bringing back the ded isn't all that a complicated spell either; had I applied myself, I'd be able to cast such spells myself right now. Granted, they'd be of the lower end of the scale, but...\" Blushing as she realizes she's rambling, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking at Calthoric for help." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric listens to the party as they make their contributions. Knowing little of the magics to resurrection it seems the most likely way to start investigating. \"Yes it is extremely fortunate that a priest was near by. Master Bolvar bring up a good point as well, I too am unfamiliar with the process. How long was this leader of yours dead for? Also did the priest see the murder take place or was he just happening by and found the body? How do we know there was a murder if the supposed victim still lives? Mind you I am merely asking these questions to help aid that justice be done. We would not want the accused to get off on a technicality. After all anyone can say they were murdered and then resurrected, I could state that the same has happened to me and that your sir were the one that killed me. We wish to help solidify the prisoners guilt. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guard looks a little baffled as you continue to question him \"Well, Sir, i believe that he was dead for a little bit before the priest came to help him. His son found the body and called the priest. There is still a blood stain on the carpet where he lay. Is this a formal investigation? Mind you that the city detective was already here several days ago.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Well this is and is not a formal investigation. We are working behind the scenes shall we say. It was brought to the cities legal advisors that the detective investigating the matter was seen talking in a tavern in hushed tones with a member of the Ishtar House. As important as this investigation is we are doing two things here. One to make sure that justice is served and two weeding out any possible corruption in the department. So if you would mind your tongue as too not tip our hand can only benefit your house. Though should word of our investigation get out any possibility of proving corruption as well as ensuring the prisoners conviction could be lost. With that being said if you can now take us to the crime scene as well as to the priest it would be most beneficial. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guard nods his head, \" Let me go tell my boss and see if i can lead you through the crime scene.\" The guard hurries off and quickly returns. \"If you will come with me, i can take you to the crime scene.\" He leads you through the gardens and into the house. He makes hand gestures to each of the guards as he comes through. You arrive at the library. There appears to be a large blood stain on the carpet. A priest arrives as well, obviously hurried along. \"What is the meaning of this, why must i come here now?\" The priest questions. \"These men are conducting a follow up investigation, your presence is needed here.\" The priest now turns to you, \"What do you need from me, you are interrupting my prayers.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n On you way into the library you pass through what looks to be a large common room that servants are in the process of setting up for a banquet. You can smell food cooking. You arrive at the library (as previous post indicates). \n\n\n[ooc: I am not sure what details are important to you, you might want to look around or at specific things.]" }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 12 spot[(1d20) = 18[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nBolvar smiles and claps Calthoric on the shoulder as they walk to the murder scene. \"I am glad you caught was I was trying to say. Words are tough things.\" When the priest arrives, Bolvar turns to him. \"Are you the priest that raised the lord of this house from the dead?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I am the Priest that raised Lord Nord from the dead. Who might I be speaking with?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nGlancing up and down the priest, Thorael gives a smile he typically reserves for Rasellia. \" My... er our apologies pontiff, I have recently only just begun to understand how you must ask your higher being to grant you purpose in a timely fashion daily in order to be um... er... usef..ah to have um, as mentioned... purpose. We ah... \" Shooting looks to both Rasellia, and Calthoric, he seems to reconsider \" ... er, Sorry. We mean not to inturupt your... you know, i think i'll just be over here \" The wizard strolls over to the western wall, and begins looking about not really sure why they wanted to talk to this priest in the first place\n \n Spoiler \n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"We are investigators from the cities legal. There have been some questions to the previous investigator's loyalties so we were sent to see that justice is done. We apologize for the interruption of your prayers this should not take long. I would like you to describe what you were doing the day of the murder from what you were doing to before the body and up to the resurrection. I would like details as well please such as how the body was laying when you found it face up, face down, with what was he murdered with and so on. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Well sirs...\" As he sees Rasellia his face lightens a little \"Rasellia, what are you doing here? I have not seen you since the academe. Getting back to your question Sir, I found him face down with a sword going completely through his body. The other investigator only recently returned the sword and they had it remounted. \" He points to the wall where an ornate shortsword is hung on the wall. \"I was sleeping, as was most of the house I am guessing. I was awoken by one of Lord Nord's sons, Jekel, to quickly come to the study. As house priest, I always ask my true Lord for a Resurrection spell for just these type of situations. I then gave Lord Nord a sedative so he could sleep and then called the guards to search the premises, for which they found nothing. The city watch came soon to ask me the same questions.\" \n\n[Rasellia]\n \n Spoiler \nThis priests name is Salven, he tough at the academe where you did some of your training. He was always nice, however, you do not know much about his life\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThorael looks at the Priest with shock. \" Rasellia, You know this Priest?! The last one you knew in this city nearly took.. your life. \" Turning his attention to the priest. \" I should warn you father. Unlike last time, i am prepared to undo any curses you may bestow upon her. Rasellia shall not be charmed so easily This Time! \". Thorael takes a semi defensive stance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady Action: Counter spell any Hostile spell from the Priest with Dispel Magic. {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Rasellia, another priest tried to harm you? Your concerns, Elf, are noted. I do not wish anyone here harm.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nBlinking as the priest calls her by name, she takes a few moments to study the man's face. Her eyebrows raise in sudden revelation as she smiles widely. \"Father Salven! I could scarcely recognize you! It's been so long, I... wow, how have things been?\" Listening to Thorael's concerns, she chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. \"You can put your well-founded fears at ease, Thorael... that other priest was a different story; I had never met him before. Father Salven, on the other hand, I've known since I was a child! If it weren't for him, Gilly, among others, wouldn't be alive today - I've learnt much of what I know from the man you see before you.\" Beaming proudly throughout this, her expression darkens a bit.\n \"But what Thorael here says is true, Father... I went to another priest yesterday in the hopes of indetifying some treasure we had... then he led me to a secluded warehouse and had me ambushed... do you know anything of what's going on with the clergy in this city? Forget this little murder mystery... I think there's something very wrong here...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Another priest attacked you? When did this occur? Perhaps child we should speak about that later, in a more appropriate setting. I too have been hearing rumors such as that. Now were there other questions or can i get back to my prayers?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric quietly watches the exchange between the priest and Rasellia. He then quickly responds to the priests question. \"Yes there are more questions. I was told that you stumbled upon finding the body and you stated that the son came to get you. Did you notice anything odd about the son? Was his behavior what you would consider normal under the extreme circumstances? Also what was his appearance like, was he in sleeping cloths? did he touch the body before coming to see you? How long would you say the body was dead before you saw it? \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"More questions, very well then. I am sure that you might have heard all kinds of things. Rumors like to start when there is a death of a noble. The son had blood on his tunic when he came to find me. He checked to see if his father was dead, or so he told me. He seemed to be very worried and stressed out when he awoke me, given the circumstances he seemed to be acting normal. He was dressed in his normal clothing, which is not surprising, the boys do not dress down until right before they sleep. They have no curfew. He told me that he was up reading and when he came to put his book back in the library he found his father dead. He is a night owl, like most of the family. I on the other hand rise before the sun for my morning prayers. I am not sure how long the body had been laying there when I was brought to it. I know that it was still warm. Any other questions? Rasellia, how did you get involved in this investigation. I did not know of any new acolytes entering the city watch.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nFrowning as she recollects the circumstances under which she met up with the party and happened upon this little murder mystery, she shakes her head. \"It's a... long story, Father... suffice to say there may be an innocent wrapped up in all of this, and we intend to find out who's responsible for sure...\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"This is an investigation father, there are going to always be more questions. Since you did not see the attack nor the attacker and my assumption that you have presumably seen dead bodies before, was there anything that might be considered out of the ordinary by the attack? Remnants of any spell components or the like in the area? Calthoric moves to the blood stain and examines the immediate area for any types of what can be used in spell components.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|[roll]1d20+7[/spot]\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\| (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I did not see anything that seemed out of the ordinary for a murdered noble. There was no spell components or their remnants that I know of found.\" Searching the floor around the bloodstain, you find nothing out of the ordinary " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 1\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Hmmm, perhaps nothing physical... but if we're dealing with powerful magics, then maybe...\" She closes her eyes for a moment, uttering a soft prayer before opening them again, staring intently around her, her irises glowing with an unnatural intensity.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting detect magic \n " }, { "author": "Finn523", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table]Bolvar\| Human \| Barbarian \| LVL 6 \| CG \|MED\nhp: 47/52 \| Init +1 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 16/11/15 \| Breastplate\nMelee Atk \| +9 Greatsword \| dmg: 2d6+2 \| Ranged Atk \| -\| -\nSV \| Fort +8 \| Ref +3 \| Wil +2\|\nSTR 14 \| DEX 13 \| CON 16 \| INT 8 \| WIS 10 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Listen(1d20) = 10 spot[(1d20) = 16[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \"Well, we have a very reiable person saying the murder really did happen. However, what if the lord and his son got in an argument, and in the moment of things the son killed the lord? One ressurection later, the son just said someone else did it, and the lord sees no reason to say otherwise. \" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nRasellia -\n Looking around the room you do detect there are some auras around. However, you have not pinpointed exactly where they are yet " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric silently cringes at Bolvar's statement. \"Thank you father for your information. We apologize for the interruption of your prayer. We appreciate your cooperation. If you can ask the son to visit with us before you return to your prayers will be most helpful.\" Watching as the father leaves the room and waiting a few more moments to be sure the next statement cannot be heard by anyone else but the current members of his party. \"Master Bolvar though I too have the same assumption or at least a similar one of what may have happened, we should not let the members of the House of Nord think that we suspect them of lying. It may cause problems with obtaining the evidence we need to prove it. It can also hinder our investigation with more elaborate lies or a cooperation in the houses attempt to cover up the truth.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Priest nods and walks off. Soon the son enters the room. He looks to be in his early twenties with blond hair and finely cut clothing. \"What do you need? Old boring sermon told me that there was some guys in the library wanting to talk with me. Who are you? I got a ridding lesson in a candle mark and I do not want to be late.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Good Eve Lord Jekel. We are an investigating the murder of your father as we have suspicions against the last investigator conducting inquiries. Can you please tell us everything that you recall from the night in question. Old boring sermon as you so put it, informed us that you were the one to find the body. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Yo, that be right, I found the old man, thought he was passed out drunk again. I was reading the Chronicles of Dradus, a vastly boring book the priest is making me read, I had just finished the book and returned to place it back into the bookshelf when I came across me-old-man, I was wondering why he was drinking here and then when I saw a sword sticking out through him I tried to see if he was still alive, but he was not. Then I ran and got the priest. \" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nNot paying much attention to the nearby conversation, she continues to peer around the room, letting her eyes focus for a few moments (i.e. 3 rounds) before moving her head again." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Rasellia, you see several auras in the room. Two appear to be coming from books and one appears to be coming from the short sword on the wall and the last is coming from the desk in the other room. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nThe half-elf peers through the doorway, doing her best to make out what sort of aura it is...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft check: (1d20-1)[ 17 ] \nSo she should be able to tell what school it is if the enchantment is of 1st or 2nd level\n \n\n\nPointing over at the desk, she looks at Jekel. \"Excuse me, Sir, but might I take a look at what's inside of that desk in the other room? I sense a magical aura coming from it.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guard nods and replies, \"Well, you be the investigators, go a head a look at the desk.\" Rasellia sees an aura of divination, as she approaches the desk the aura seems to be coming from with in the top drawer of the desk. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe approaches the desk and looks at it for a bit, then reaches for the drawer... then stops herself. \"...Is it trapped, by any chance...?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric walks to the desk and gives it a once over as he contemplates the son's response. If it were I doubt we would get an honest answer. After finishing with his examination of the desk he once again locks eyes with Jekel. \"Lord Jekel, you said you found him already being run through, where is the sword now? And this book you were reading... Calthoric snaps his fingers as he waves his hand in a circle as if trying to will his memory to come back to him. \"What did you say it was again...Can you show me this book please. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\| (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guard shrugs at Rasellia's question and the son does not even seem focused upon Rasellia at the moment. The son smiles at Calthorics questions, The book is Chronicles of Dradus, and it is right here on the shelf. \" He picks it off the shelf, you can still see a bloody smudge on the cover that has been has been poorly cleaned up. \"Looks like i will have to yell at the maid again, she always does a hasty job. Look even the carpet still has the blood stain. We are just going to have to get better help. It is so hard to find good help. Now the sword, the sword that pertruded through him was this one on the wall, it has been professionally cleaned, a curtasy of the royal investigation after they had examined it. It was my grandfathers blade. I do ask that if you desire to touch it you do so not with your bare hands. The grease from your hands does leave some disgusting smudges. Anything else...what was your name again?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nLooking from Calthoric to Jekel and back again, blinking for a moment at their lack of response to her concern. Grumbling a little, she opens the drawer in which she saw the magical aura emanating from." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The drawer does not open, it seems to be locked. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nFrowning in growing irritation, she walks back out into the main room. \"Lord Jekel, there's something magical in that desk, are you aware of it? And may I please take a look at it?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I do not have the key to that desk, sorry. I do not know of any magical items beyond this sword in this room.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nShe supresses an irritated sigh. \"Well, can you get the key? There is something in there of the divination school... which can be anything from a detection spell to scrying... which would mean someone could be spying on this house.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nPulling out his tool kit he Calthoric waves to Rasellia and walks to the desk and sets it on the table. Looking up from the desk to Jekel he replies. \"That will not be necessary Lady Rassilia. Lord Jekel you may call me Calthoric.\" Looking back at the lock he determines the instruments needed and goes to work. \"Now let me see if I understand the order of events. You came in and placed the book back on the shelf when you noticed your father on the floor you rushed to his side and removed the blade and seeing that he was deceased proceeded to the priest for aid. It seems very clear and cut, however I do have a few questions to ask before I dismiss you. Entering your abode we had to pass 5 maybe 10 guards before reaching this point how do you suppose the accused made it in to your home and why did he use a weapon from the wall instead of his own? Also how old is your father that he could not stop him from reaching the weapon before it was used on him? After satisfied with his handy work Calthoric pulls on the draw for Rasellia.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|[roll[1d20+9[/roll]\|Open Lock\| (1d20+14)[ 23 ] \nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nRasellia watches, aghast, as Calthoric starts breaking and entering into the desk, right in front of the owner. She looks over at Jekel to see his reaction, if any, but doesn't say anything, though making it quite clear that she wasn't assisting in this casual lockpickery." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The young noble stands there with mouth agape as he watches Calthoric open the drawer. \"Umm...Calthoric...I'd wish you would wait for my father... He then gives a sigh of relief as nothing happens as the drawer opens. \"I am uncertain why my father did not defend himself with the sword or why the assassin used this sword. Also, I am uncertain how he entered the room. Maybe he came through the fire place? You seem well gifted in the use of thieving tools, maybe we should be asking you.\" \n\nInside the drawer is filled with envelopes, mostly sealed and a letter opener. The magic seems to be radiating from the letter opener. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks blankly at Jekel. \"Lord Jekel, I am investigator and though you are being cooperative most of whom we try to investigate are not so. We have council permission to use whatever means at our disposal to reach the truth. You refused to open the drawer without any further explanation to how it is opened or who it belonged to. I took that as a lack of cooperation and used whatever means necessary. Do not insult me as I am trying to help protect your house name. Just because thieves are able to use \"LOCKSMITH\" tools do not make them thieves tools. As to you point of asking me, I currently have my theory on how the suspect may have entered the house, I am looking for your explanation to how someone entered someplace you live. My job is to know how people such as murder's and thieves think, it is your job to assist me with the information needed about a house you grew up in as this is my first time seeing it. Lady Rasellia you are free to examine whatever you needed to examine. Lord Jekel you did not answer if my understanding of the order of events was accurate. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"When I saw my father, I rushed to his side, the book got a little blood on in. It was left on the floor as i ran to the priest. The maid later came and too it to try to clean it.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nBreathing an inward sigh of relief as the noble doesn't appear angry at Calthoric's intrusion, she takes advantage of the continued conversation and examines the object that was emanating magic." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Thank you Lord Jekel, you assistance was most enlightening. If you could find the maid that attempted to clean the book and have her report to me and then bring yourself back with your father. I have a few questions to ask you both when you return. Also if you do not mind I would like to hold on to this book for awhile.\" When the son leaves Calthoric examines around the sword looking for anything that might jump out at him. He is also checking for traps on or around the sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\| (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The son nods and quickly leaves. The sword does not seem to have any traps upon it. It is held in place with a few pieces of metal bolted to a board. It could easily be removed. The maid comes in shortly. \"Me lord said you requested my presence.\" \n\nRasellia looks closely at the letter opener. It is made of bronze and has ornate etching and a hole in the middle of the blade. The etchings seem to make the hole look like an eye. The bronze is slightly warm to the touch. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nHearing a woman's voice Calthoric assumes the maid has arrived. Without turning from the sword he holds the book in his hand. \"Do you often clean up after a murder? Why did you try to wipe the stains off this book and why was it moved from it's location? You do realize tampering with evidence is a capital offense? Calthoric touches the hilt of the sword lightly with the bare back of his hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|[roll]1d20+9/[roll]\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Sir...sir...after the first inquiry they told me that I could clean up. It looks like we will have to replace the rug in this room. I did no tampering, i just cleaned stuff up later when I was told by the investigator that it could be cleaned. I did nothing wrong.\" Replied the overweight upkept toothless maid. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The letter opener looks something like this... \n \n Spoiler \n \n but more ornate with an eye instead of a bird and a cross. \n \n \n\nScratch this post...." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The letter opener looks something like this...\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nCarefully looking at the blade, she beckons the hoity-toidy elf over. \"Thorael, what do you make of this...?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Soon the son returns with his father, a rather large nobleman. \"What is the meaning of this... I was told that the investigation was closed. Why are you looking through the contents of my accountants desk? Identify yourselves and show me your badges before I have you escorted out. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael, mesmerized by all of the books on the shelf is pulled out of his torpor by Rasellia's question. \"...;looks like a letter opener. Magic items come in two main flavors. Ones that enhance their use and ones that mask it. A spy glass may be enchanted to grant even grater sight. A Horn enchanted to enhance its volume or tone. On the other hand a sword may be enchanted to look like a book. Or..\" The intruption of the father promts more commentary from the wizend mage. \"Badges?! Cal, you never mentioned badges. I want one!\" Turning his attention to the nobleman. \"You have quite the collection of eclectic tomes here sir. I am very impressed...\"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The noble sighs, \"Thank you, I have spent quite a bit of time collecting them; however, that still does not explain why you are here in my library.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n We have no badge's Master Thoreal.\" Calthoric looks to the father. \"We were requested by the dwarf captain to investigate the guilt of his prisoner. There is some question to it. The dwarves feel that perhaps some illusionary magic's were used. Captain had his first mate Dwack inform the council of the investigation and had given clearance to proceed as they too want justice served. If you can tell me Lord Nord what happened that night. How do you know it was the man currently accused?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n \"I do not have to answer your questions, you are without either badges or a warrant to be in my home. You are posing as investigators when you are actually adventurers. Please put down my letter opener and my book and the guards will escort you out of MY house. I can and will use force if necessary.\" Then turning to the guard who brought you in, \"I will see you in my office shortly.\" \n \n Spoiler \n sense motive - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\nHiding a smirk and resisting the urge to say \"I toldja so\", Rasellia puts the letter-opener back into the desk and closes the drawer. Giving an apologetic bow, she starts heading out." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Thank you Lord Nord you have been most helpful in proving the innocence of the man in question. It is apparent that is nothing more then calf's blood on the carpet and there was no murder as there is no dead. Oh and by the way the red wizard's are curious to what your man was doing in the tower at the time that some artifact went missing. Perhaps when you wish to actually die you can frame another then. Have a good day.\" Calthoric leaves walks out of the library and towards exit of the house.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The nobles face turns red and his eyes narrow and he opens his mouth to say something but then he remains silent and walks away. The guards escort you out to the front gate. You are now on the street again. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nAs they walk away from the Nobles house, Thorael turns to the group. \"You know, that guards most likely a dead man... yeah?\" Continuing to walk, he stares at the ground. \"So um... what exactly did we learn there?\"" }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric nods to Threal's statement about the guard. \"Master Thoreal we have learned that Lord Nord is full of dragon dung. He is hiding something and he is lying. The question is now what and how do we prove it. We need to find an ally and more importantly a witness. Then we'll have to re-enter the House of Nord and obtain the evidence. We might try digging up information at a tavern with more detailed information at our disposal or we can wait and see if the guard that let us in survives he might be willing to change his statements depending on how harshly he is treated. Of course I am open to suggestions on how to proceed.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You head out of the noble district and into the market district. There are bars, eating establishments, and many stores selling goods, weapons, and armor. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You continue walking into town, your stomach starts growling, but you continue. You come to a large intersection in the road and it continues straight. There is a strong smell of baking bread. The alley looks like it continues with the main road or maybe it is the strong smell of the bakery so you continue on straight. \n\n[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You soon realize that this alley does not intersect with the main road and ends in a pile of trash. You hear a creak and then a bang; you whip around and see four bugbears coming out of a doorway with their weapons drawn. \n\n[Bugbear AC:17 (+1 Dex, +3 natural, +2 leather armor, +1 light wooden shield), touch 11, flat-footed 16]\n\n[DM's spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \n Bugbear :16 16 16 16\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"What trickery is this?!\" Whirling around, preparing to draw her sword, she scowls, then gives an eager grin at the threat closing in. \"Foul creatures... using the scent of decent-folks' food to lure them into a trap... I've certainly yet to hear of any bugbear-bakers in town, you Thorael?\" \n\nEDIT:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative: (1d20)[ 15 ] \nDrawing longsword.\nReadying action to attack the first one that comes within range and looks about to attack.\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Not that I'm aware of... although, i like you have only recently come to this city. \" Giving full attention to the Bugbears, \" What purpose have you beasts?! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] {table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric readies his bow and remains silent. He will release his arrow to the first one to make an aggressive move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 14 ] Damage (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The creatures move forward quickly as if they are well practiced. The first one attacks Bongo the Mule, the second two go for the large barbarian. Calthoric's arrow harmlessly bounces of one of the bugbears as they advance. The last one holds back as if waiting to fill in a hole in the line. The two attacking Bolvar both miss the large barbarian. However, the one attacking poor Bongo strikes deep causing the poor mule to scream in pain. \n\n[Rolls] \n Spoiler \n\n attacks mule - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] damage - (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n attacks Bolvar - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] damage - (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n attacks Bolvar - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] damage - (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": "[ OOC: Ummm... I kinda accidentally editted this post, instead of quoting it... and in the process I destroy what was here before... oopsie :P ]" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Bolvar freaks out, says \" I must find the dancer, do not wait for me I will find you later.\" and starts running south away from the party. You have never seen the barbarian react this way. You are not sure why, part of you is angry that he is leaving in the middle of conflict, part of you understands that he has other obligations however strange they may sound. \n Bolvar takes four three AoO as he rushes away. Only two of the bugbears connect doing 14 damage. He gets away to safety and then breaks into a run. \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n \n\n Rasellia attempts to slash one of the bugbears but misses. The bugbears then launch into action. Two move forward five feet so that three now surround Rasellia. They all start to attack him and two connect with their morningstars causing Rasellia to suffer 10 damage as they bash into her armor. They then shout out in goblin, \"Daven kaler vazen!!!\" \n\n[if you know Goblin] \n Spoiler \nDeath to the Infidels!\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 25 ] (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n \n\n The last one continues his assault on bongo, which he again connects his morningstar to the poor helpless donkey.\n \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n \n\n\n[DM's spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \n Bugbear :16 16 16 16\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric quickly draws another two arrows and lets them fly at the bugbear attacking the pack mule.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 6 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The two shots miss the bugbears and stick into the wooden building.\n\n[Bugbear Armor Class: \t17 (+1 Dex, +3 natural, +2 leather armor, +1 light wooden shield), touch 11, flat-footed 16]" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Death to the Infidels?! \" Bringing his Crossbow to bear, Thorael retorts back in goblin \" We know not of these infidels of which you speak, but you shall join them in death!! \" sending the crossbow bolt into the ground at the lead goblins feet\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove: Draw XBow\nStandard: Fire on N6 Ranged BAB +5 -4 into Melee\n Crossbow N6 - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] Miss\n Damage - (1d8)[ 8 ] \n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n \"Tch! Monster! Taste Retribution!!\" Kara est, allen UM!! Stepping back, the steadies her blade in a defensive position, pointing her index and middle finger at the closest one.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5-foot step to N4\nCasting searing light. \nCasting defensively: (1d20+14)[ 15 ] (DC: 18)\nTargetting bugbear in O5\nTouch attack: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The lead Bugbear is taken aback from bolt of light; unfortunately it does not fall but presses forward along with the two behind it. They continue their assault on Rasellia. One of the bugbears morningstars smashes into Raselia's chest [9 dmg] \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 9 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 21 ] (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n \n\n The last one continue to attack Bongo the mule but misses. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\n[DM's spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \n\nBugbear:2 16 16 16\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 23 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 1[/table]\n \n\nGritting her teeth to bite back the pain, the half-elf tightens her grip around the hilt of her sword. \"Damn bastards! Have some more!!\" Keeping her guard up, she repeats the incantation, practically touching the bugbear in front of her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting defensively: (1d20+14)[ 33 ] (DC: 18)\nCasting searing light on the same bugbear.\nTouch attack: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric growls with frustration as the bugbears keeping dodging his arrows. Again he draws another two arrows and releases them in hops to stop the attack on the mule.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 5 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Bugbear in N5 falls from the two blasts of the spell. The bugbear in the back is still standing after the brutal assault of arrows. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe wizard turns his attention to the Bugbear wailing on the poor hapless mule. Reloading his crossbow, the goblinish words flow from his lips \" This is your last chance to surrender. Face the consequences or Die!! \" as he lets fly with his crossbow embedding the bolt high on the beasts arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove: Load XBow\nStandard: Fire on P6 Ranged BAB +5 -4 into Melee\n Attack P6 - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] That should be +1, which is still 20\n Damage - (1d8)[ 1 ] \n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Two of the bugbears surge forward once again to fill the space for which their comrade opened. Two continue their assault on Rasellia. Only one happens to score a hit upon Rasellia, his morningstar battering against her armor once again. Rasellia winces in pain [4 dmg]. The one attacking poor Bongo starts in on Calthoric. The morningstar comes swinging around and smashes into Calthorics head, he sees stars from the massive hit but manages to stay upright. [12 dmg] \n \n Spoiler \n\nRasellia\n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 7 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n\nCalthoric\n (1d20+5)[ 25 ] (1d8+2)[ 3 ] - critical hit\n \n\n\nDM spoiler\n \n Spoiler \n0, 16, 16, 5\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 22 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nSeeing the bugbears now change their stance Calthoric quickly drops his bow and draws his shortsword thrusting it with surprising speed at the bugbear between Rasellia and himself\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDrop bow - Free Action\nDraw Sword - Move Action\n\nAttack N5 - Standard Action\nAttack 1: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Dmg 1: (1d6)[ 4 ] \nSneak: (3d6)[ 7 ] \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" GAh!! Filthy Beasts! Gilly, fall back be Smart!! \" Taking a step back and to his left, Thorael reloads his crossbow and Takes aim. TWANG. The bolt strikes home, and embeds its self in the beasts shoulder.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Gilly: \nFull Withdraw (back 2) Climbing the debris to J6\n \nThorael: \n5' Step : L4\nMove: Load XBow\nStandard: Fire on N5 Ranged BAB +5 -4 into Melee\n\n Ranged Attack N5 - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n Damage - (1d8)[ 4 ] \n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 19 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 2[/table]\n \n\nBarely flinching from the relatively weak blow, she switches offsensive modes, fronting her shield and cocking her swordarm back, bringing it whirling down on the enemy who had attacked her mule. \"Taste Vindication!!!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking the bugbear which had been assaulting Bongo.\nAttack roll: (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n\nAyr - You will note an inconsistency, Gilly cannot move back 2 squares to J6 because J6 is three squares away and he would have to climb part of a wall. I just moved him back 2 squares.\n \n\n The remaining bugbears move into action, one takes a five foot move to flank Rasellia and they both now flank her. They attack her, only one scores a hit, his morningstar smashes into her legs, almost knocking her over. Rasellia grunts in pain (8 dmg). \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 20 ] (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The hurt bugbear now approaches Calthoric (5ft step) and attacks him. The bugbears morningstar flies into Calthoric's chest, battering him back (10 dmg). However, his is still able to stand to continue fighting back.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 17 ] (1d8+2)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\nTucking his crossbow under his arm, the mage begins the complicated gestures that will bring his arcane might to bear. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, he spot a bugbear making its move. Cursing himself for the momentary lapse of concentration, he grabs the crossbow, spell... wasted.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Cast Defensively - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] DC 16\n Ray of Enfeeble - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] Touch AC\n Str Damage - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nWith a howling growl of pain Calthoric swings his short sword with all the strength he could muster.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 9 ] +4 BaB +2 flank\nDamage: (1d6)[ 2 ] \nSneak: (3d6)[ 18 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 11 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 2[/table]\n \n\nHer wounds starting to catch up with her, she starts to mentally regret not trying to learn more offensive spells. Deciding it would be better to be safe than sorry, she turns her attention to the most hurt-looking bugbear, she begins a series of now-familiar gestures, summoning another bolt of fire from her opened palm. She curses aloud as the bright burst of energy careens into the nearby walls, the burst of light cascading onto the ground harmlessly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting defensively: (1d20+14)[ 22 ] \nTargeting most-hurt bugbear.\nTouch attack: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Damage: (3d8)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Calthoric's mighty sword slash severs the bugbears head from his body in a spray of blood. However, the last two do not seem to notice their fallen comrade but continue their assault on Rasellia. Both of their morningstars connect battering poor Rasellia around. She seems to teeter as if disabled on the verge of loosing consciousness (11 dmg). \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 22 ] (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 18 ] (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 0 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 1\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nSlumping against the wall, she glares at her foes through bloody eyelashes, trying to pull her wavering senses together enough to channel her deity's divine powers into her body. \"I'm... not done in that easily...!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting cure moderate wounds defensively\nCasting defensively: (1d20+14)[ 34 ] DC: 17\nHealing: (2d8+10)[ 18 ] 18 HP healed\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Gilly! Prepare the Rope for the beast !!\" Taking a step to his right, Thorael once again attempts to bend the cosmos to his will \" PRISE DE FAIBLESSE \". A silver beam springs forth from his hand entangled in black and green tendrils striking the beast assaulting Rasellia.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5' Step = L5\nStandard = Cast Ray Exhaustion @ M4\n\nGilly:\nFull rnd Action: Draw the 50' Silk rope from his pack\n\n Cast Defensively - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] DC 18\n Touch Attack - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] ( Exhausted ; DC16 Fort save is still fatigued )\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The bugbear becomes exhausted, he seems to slow, his shoulders seem to slump but he still manages to hold on to his weapons.\n\n fortsave - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n\nAC changes to: 14 (-2 Dex, +3 natural, +2 leather armor, +1 light wooden shield), touch 8, flat-footed 14\nAttack changes to: Morningstar +3 melee (1d8+0)\n\n\n SRD\nAn exhausted character moves at half speed and takes a -6 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. After 1 hour of complete rest, an exhausted character becomes fatigued. A fatigued character becomes exhausted by doing something else that would normally cause fatigue. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric watches his swing slice the beasties head off and takes a step to the smelly things surrounding Rasellia.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n 5 foot step to O5 \nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \ndamage: (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The exhausted bugbear turns his attention to the wizard who so cruelly cursed him. He swings his morningstar in the direction of his new nemeses but the swing is wild and completely misses the wizard. \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+3)[ 4 ] (1d8)[ 4 ] \n \n\n Still continuing his assault on the Rasellia, the other bugbear swings his morningstar but must have been confused by something for his swing was also wide. \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric takes another stop to move in behind the bug bear still attacking Rasellia looking for a chink in his armor. Seeing the vital area he was looking for exposed Calthoric thrusts his blade at it with all he can summon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n 5 foot step p4 \nAttack 1: (1d20+6)[ 16 ] +4 bab +2 flank\ndamage : (1d6)[ 2 ] \nSneak: (3d6)[ 13 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Calthoric does a mighty blow to the bugbear, it howls in pain but does not go down. However, you believe that it will soon be knocking at deaths door. \n\n\n[DM] \n Spoiler \n 16 1\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nKedar\n\n Waking up seems very hard for you. You cannot seem to remember how you got into this dark and why your skin feels sticky. Then it all comes rushing back. You were traveling with your two other friends Miska, the friendly fun loving halfing thief, and Raska, the human warrior. You had come around a corner in the street and then it happened you were ambushed in town by a group of Bugbears. One got a lucky blow and knocked you unconscious and everything went dark.\n\nNow as you look around you realize that you are lying on top of two bodes and a pile of bones. Your friends are no more. For some reason, the bugbears thought your unconscious body was actually dead. How very lucky for you and so unfortunate for your friends. You hear battle outside... \n\nYou are in R2 you currently have half your HP" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 29 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\n \"Eat my cold steel, you disgusting poltroon!!!\" Snarling in rather savage frustration, she swings her sword at her foe once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking most-damaged-looking one again\nTo-hit: (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The bugbear falls from Rasellia's blade... \n\nBugbear in O4\n\n\n[ooc: Chu fix your HP]" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nThe mage looks back at his long time companion. \" Now Gilly!! \" The diminutive goblin heaves the rope with all his might at the last bugbear. In his best Alfred the butler \" It tis done Sir \". Seeing the Rope fly overhead, Thorael takes a step to his right, begins his incantation. \" NES PAS ENSTRANGE \". He pauses half a breath, just enough to see the Rope strike the beast and Fall to the ground. A small flash of silver travels up and down the rope. Grinnning, he shouts his command ENTANGLE!!!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nGilly's Rope Toss...\n Rope Toss - (1d20-1)[ 16 ] \n\nThorael\n5' Step - M6\nStandard - Cast Animate Rope \nMove Eq - Command Rope to Entangle (DC 14 Reflex Save)\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "The bugbear becomes entangled in the rope\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 12 ] Bugbear reflex save\n " }, { "author": "Dragon Rogue", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Kedar Ravenblade \|Human\|Fighter\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 28 /59 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 17/12/15\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+9/+4 Bastard Sword\|dmg: 1d10+4\|+8/+3 Heavy Mace\|dmg 1d8+2\| +8/+3 Daggers (6)\| dmg: 1d4+2\n Ranged Atk \|+8/+3 Composite Longbow \|dmg: 1d8+2\|+8/+3 Daggers (6)\| dmg: 1d4+2\|\n SV\|Fort +7\| Ref +4\| Will +4\|\n STR 14\| DEX 15\| CON 14\| INT 12\| WIS 10\| CHA 8[/table]\n {table] Listen: 1d20+4.5 \| Spot: 1d20+4.5[/table] \n \n\n\nKedar pushes himself up. Sounds of battle are close by. He glanced around the dim room, spotting his pack nearby. He didn't need the load of his adventuring gear slowing him down but he did want his sheild just incase the fighting wasn't going to benefit him. He slowly made his way to the closed door, pushing it open slightly to peek out cautiously." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The door behind Rasellia opens and two more bugbears stand. However, only one can attack her. The bugbear's morningstar flies into Rasellia battering her once again. The weaken bugbear struggles to get out of the rope but in its weakened state, it is held fast. \n (1d20+5)[ 21 ] (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d20-3)[ 10 ] \n Kader - you see the battle unfolding in front of you with new bugbear threats coming from inside the other building. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 26 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 2\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\n \"Gah! Is there no end to these savages?!\" Stay in position, she turns to face the new threat, concentrating once more to channel holy energy from the heavens through her. \"My faith in God protects me...\" No sooner does she say that than her armour glints with an unseen barrier of energy, ready to face the refreshed threat.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting shield of faith +2 defensively.\nCasting defensively: (1d20+14)[ 31 ] (DC: 16)\nShield of Faith: +2 deflection AC. (18/12/18)\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nPanting and trying to catch his breath Calthoric sheaths he sword and moves to where he dropped his bow picking it up preparing to drop this new threat coming from the newly opened door.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoved to N6 and picked up bow.\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Deplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility , Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n \"What?! More!!...Gilly, Get behind that wagon!\" Shaking his head, thorael sets his crossbow and takes a step to his right. In the goblinish tongue he speaks. \" I banish you pack beast back to the Ether \", and then begins his incantation. \" GOUT DE LA VIE \".\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gilly -\nDouble Move (60) - P9 (pretty sure he can get there)\n\n Thorael -\n5' Step - N6\nMove - Load Cross Bow\nStandard - Cast Invisibility on Beefcake the wonder mule\n\nNot sure if i need to make a to hit\n Touch \"attack\" on mule - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] (er... if so, any penalty to his AC due to being rigged up??)\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The first bugbear takes a swing at Rasellia missing. He then steps back to allow more victims to enter the building. \n (1d20+5)[ 9 ] (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n The other one who was hidden behind the wall turns and moves to the other building through what must be a secret passageway or hole in the wall. It rounds the bend and sees Kedar peering through the open door way. It starts its attack but it too misses. \n (1d20+5)[ 8 ] (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n The bound bugbear struggles against the spells effect; unfortunately, in his weakened state he can do nothing to free himself. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:53\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Do not enter that room, let them bottlenecked in the door. Rasillia you might want to take a step back yourself.\" Calthoric trying to encourage the bugbears that they do wish to come out and play releases another two quick shots with his bow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 1 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\n20% miss chance for cover by rasillia (1d100)[ 69 ] 1-20 hits Rasillia\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 26 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nHeeding the wisdom of Calthoric's words, she turns her attention to the still-struggling bugbear, raising the pommel of her sword to land a non-mortal blow to her foe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNon-lethal attack on entangled bugbear (-4 to-hit)\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nDamage (non-lethal): (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by crimson77 \n The bound bugbear struggles against the spells effect; unfortunately, in his weakened state he can do nothing to free himself. \n \n\nHowever, after reading this:\n \n Spoiler \n\nEntangled\n\nThe character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a -2 penalty on all attack rolls and a -4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a Concentration check (DC 15 + the spell’s level) or lose the spell.\n \n\nThe bugbear can attack.\n\n The bugbear manages to take a swipe with is claw at Rasellia. However, Rasellia is able to sidestep the claw swipe from the entangled creature. \n (1d20)[ 10 ] (1d3)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "Dragon Rogue", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Kedar Ravenblade \|Human\|Fighter\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 28 /59 \|Init +0\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 17/12/15\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+9/+4 Bastard Sword\|dmg: 1d10+4\|+8/+3 Heavy Mace\|dmg 1d8+2\| +8/+3 Daggers (6)\| dmg: 1d4+2\n Ranged Atk \|+8/+3 Composite Longbow \|dmg: 1d8+2\|+8/+3 Daggers (6)\| dmg: 1d4+2\|\n SV\|Fort +7\| Ref +4\| Will +4\|\n STR 14\| DEX 15\| CON 14\| INT 12\| WIS 10\| CHA 8[/table]\n {table] Listen: 1d20+4.5 \| Spot: 1d20+4.5[/table] \n \n\n\nKedar steps out warily sheathing his sword and placing his shield on his back. He grabs his long bow and knocks an arrow aiming it at the entangled bug bear.\n\n((Moved to p5))" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Moving out of a threatened square Kedar provokes an AoO. Another swing and a miss for the bugbear. He however still manages to hold on to his morningstar \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" Woah! Easy there genius. You're shooting at our would be prisoner there. If you want to feel useful, shoot one of these more... threatening types. Unless that shot was meant for Rasellia, in which case...ah Rasellia, you should watch out!! \" Glancing over at Calthoric, the mage eyes him up and down. \" Um... you know i really do like you Cal, but must you be so close? \" Jostling a bit with the thief, and bringing his crossbow up he takes extra special aim at the Bugbear in the building. Firing the bolt sails just over Rasellia's shoulder and wide of his target. With an audible grunt, and another eye shot at the hapless thief, who's now apparently standing on the hem of his robes, the mage reloads his crossbow...shaking his head\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard - Attack N5\n Crossbow Attack - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] - Firing at N2 (1d20+5 -4 Cover from Ras)\n Damage - (1d8)[ 2 ] \nMove - Reload Crossbow\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The bugbears launch into action. The entangled bugbear, hopping, takes a five foot step so that it is now in between Rasellia and the other party members. It latches out with it claw to Thorael which rakes him drawing a little blood. \n (1d20)[ 15 ] (1d3)[ 1 ] \n The bugbear in the building moves toward Rasellia, now flanking her with the other bugbear. It swings its morningstar at the cleric but he misses. \n (1d20+7)[ 10 ] (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n Finally, the third bugbear continues its pursuit of Kedar catching up to him and swinging his morningstar which misses. \n (1d20+5)[ 15 ] (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n\n[bugbears] \n Spoiler \n17 (+1 Dex, +3 natural, +2 leather armor, +1 light wooden shield), touch 11, flat-footed 16\n\nentangled:AC is 12 (-4 Dex, +3 natural, +2 leather armor, +1 light wooden shield), touch 6, flat-footed 12\nAttack changes to: Morningstar +3 melee (1d8+0)\n11, 15, 16\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 26 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\n \"Stranger! Look out!\" Whirling around, she tosses caution to the winds, running at the bugbear taking advantage of Kedar's vulnerability.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharging Bugbear in Q5, +2 to-hit, -2 AC\nSuffering AoO from Bugbears in N3 and N5\nTo-hit: (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "AoO\n\n Both of the Bugbears lunge at Rasellia as she runs toward the new threat. They both miss her \n (1d20+7)[ 8 ] (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 8 ] (1d3)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 10 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric growls at the bugbear and side steps him dropping his bow and unsheathing his short sword.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n 5 foot step M5\ndrop bow, Free action\nDraw sword, move action \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You hear heavy foot falls running up the street. You look over and see four guards approaching up weapons ready; two with crossbows and two with halberds. The two with crossbows stop and take aim while the guard in the middle shouts, \" By the counsel of Nesmee, I command you to stop. Lower your weapons to the ground or we will be forced to take military action.\" \n The bugbear closest to Rasellia and Kedar replies, \" By the Blood of Asken, you too will die.\" He then begins to make threating gestures to the guards. As if almost clockwork, the two guards with crossbows let bolts fly at him. Both of the bolts strike into the raging bugbear, the creatures rage dies down as he seems to dance around before falling to the ground, lifeless. \n (1d20+7)[ 25 ] (1d8)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 23 ] (1d8)[ 8 ] \n The guards repeat again what they had said, By the counsel of Nesmee, I command you to stop. Lower your weapons to the ground or we will be forced to take military action.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 26 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 3\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\nBlinking at the incoming law-enforcers, she quickly wipes off the brackish liquid from her blade and sheathes it, not quite bowing to their demands to disarm herself. Channeling some healing power through herself non-chalantly, she steps forward. \"I'm glad you and your men are here, Sir, if not a bit tardy. We were exploring this city, as we're new here, and were set upon by these brutes.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nPutting longsword away.\nCasting cure light wounds \nHP healed: (1d8+7)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Is there more of these brutes? Who started it or need i ask such a question? I think I know who I will be taking home in mandables. Lady, I am glad that you are alright, it tis very brave and noble of you to take on so many fowl sub-human creatures.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 4\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n \n\n \"There may be more inside these buildings... our resident mage has one entangled, though I'm not sure how much longer the bindings will hold...\" Casting a wary eye at the struggling bugbear, she keeps her defenses up, trying to calm Bongo down." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Aye, we will check the buildings. Just stay put for now, let the professionals hand it from here. \" \n\n\n[OOC: if you want to make another action, now would be the time to do it]" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 4\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 15 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nSighing in relief as the guards don't move to oppose them, she looks around at her team mates. Eyes raising aghast at Calthoric's condition. \"Gods, Calthoric! Why didn't you tell me you'd been woulded?! Come here...\" Stepping up beside the wounded rogue, she works her magic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving to N4\nCasting cure moderate wounds \nHP healed: (2d8+10)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 27 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric nods his thanks to Rasellia he watches the guards with suspicion as he sheaths his short sword and slings is bow over his back. \"Thank you Lady Rasellia but you were already preoccupied. Looking to one of the guards he tries to spot any form of identification.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael looks around with out much to add. \" Nice of you boys to show up. I don't suppose we can participate in the interogation. This one here... \" as he motions to the entangled\". ..shall only be weakened for another moment or two. Oh, and i shall want my rope back. \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "MAP \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The guards reload and slowly come forward, two with their crossbows trained looking for more movement. Then one with a halbred shouts, \"I found a little bugger, it is hiding under your wagon and it looks scared. I will give it something to be afraid about...\" You realize that he is talking about Gilly. Then without warning, you remember that there is still one bugbear left, and Rasellia is standing now in front of it. The bugbear attacks from within the building with a morningstar. It was a solid hit sending shots of pain through her back. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 18 ] (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 4\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 15 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nReflexively drawing her blade, the half-elf whirls around and slashes at the offending bugbear, indignant anger flashing in her eyes. \"Stupid beast, don't know when to quit, do you?!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking Bugbear in N3\nPower attack (-4 to-hit, +4 damage)\nTo-hit: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d8+6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Hiding indeed... \" Gilly raises an eyebrow, his thick grinch like accent dour as ever. \" I'll have you know, I'm apprentice to... \" \" GILLY!! No, no my...sagely watchman. He's with me, but your attention is required over here!! \" Shaking his head a bit and turning his attention back to the threat at hand, Thorael mutters under his breath \" I must remember that intellect is multiplicative, not additive. Two half-wits don't give you a whole wit... they give you a quarter-wit \" Loading his crossbow, he raises it an fires at the hostile bugbear sending the bolt into the wooden door frame next to Rasellia...\n \n Spoiler \n\n To Hit - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n damage - (1d8)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The guards move forward very quickly once again with the sight of the new threat as they move into your midst. Their crossbows twang again sending two bolts into the emerging threat attacking Rasellia. Both bolts pierce into the bugbear in the chest as the bugbear tries to launch another attack on Rasellia. The bugbears morningstar flies out of its hands as blood girgles out from its mouth. The bugbear slowly drops to the floor. The guards now turn their attention to the weakened entangled bugbear. One guard has removed mandables from his backpack. \"We will return your rope to you sir. You do not need to worry, we are experts are questioning, you services will not be needed.\" \n\n\nThe guards are proudly displaying the Nesmee Elite Guard on their armor. \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 22 ] (1d8)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] (1d8)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Tis not my services i was offering my malodorous friend. It's the answers i have interest in. Our wrong turn here... their ambush. The swift departure of our barbarian friend. The arrival of this new comer. He had the appearance of someone who had just regained consciousness. I don't think these things were coincidental. \" Stroaking his face, deep in contemplation, Thorael glances around to his compatriots. Then to the new comer. \" Your arrival was perfectly timed friend. A few more minutes and i think my human friends here would have been done for. Tell me, how did you find yourself in this predicament? \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guards place the weakened bugbear in mandables. The creature seems to resist a little bit but soon it is restrained in both leg and wrist mandables. The guards seem to struggle with removing the rope entangling the bugbear. He turns to Thoreal and says, \" Can you remove the rope or we will have to take it with us.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 2\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 15 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nWiping her brow as she steps away from the bound bugbear, she looks around at the party, ignoring Thorael's \"human\" comment again. Turning to Kedar, she deems that he needs some medical attention, and approaches him. \"Indeed, your arrival couldn't have been more opportune. Whatever Bolvar was thinking is beyond me... What was your name? I'm Rasellia Greenleaf, a servant of God and Bringer of the Word. Speaking of which, you look like you could use some healing. If you'd allow me...\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting cure moderate wounds \nHP healed: (1d8+10)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The guards shrug, \"Well, we must be off with this prisoner, we will return with your rope soon and have you answer a few more questions.\" They walk south with the bugbear struggling in the Mandables " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 27 /34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nSeeming to snap out of the slumber of battle and finally takes in what is happening he looks to the new comer and nods to him then looks at the guards. You there your name? We have suspicion that these things were dispatched upon by the House of Nord. Speaking with persons of aquaintence we were informed that the person accused of murding, the now living.... Calthroic rolls his eyes still unable to grasp how someone can be convicted of killing someone that is not dead Lord Nord. When questioning the lord he became enraged and we have suspicion that these beasts are the result of that rage. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The guards continue to walk away, you are uncertain if they heard Calthoric's words or if they just assumed that they were aimed at new comer. Either way, they did not respond. They are soon gone from view taking away their prisoner for questioning. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You stand there for an hour waiting. The guards do not return, part of you starts to wonder if they will. \n\n[OOC: Any actions?]" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 15 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nMoving over to the distressed mule, she channels some of her healing powers into the wounded animal. \"Well, what do we do now? Whatever it is, we should stable Bongo here first... it was ridiculous that he had to endure all of this... Poor beast.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting cure light wounds on Bongo\nHP healed: (1d8+7)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You continue to wait for the guards to return. An hour passes and the sun dips below the horizon and the city becomes darker and darker. You are beginning to suspect that the guards are not returning. \n\n\n[OOC: What are you going to do now?]" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"Well, now that that situation is under control, what do we do now? I propose we continue on our main course of action in leaving this town before we bring ruin to it. We still need to finish assembling our... cargo...\" Her eyes flit to the pouch at her side, while she gives a disclaiming No offense, Solace. She turns her attention back to the rest of the group. \"And I don't see what's so afoul about this whole murder mystery... there are magics out there to bring the dead back to life, but that still doesn't make murder a petty crime. I sense no lying in the lord's story.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 23/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric nods to Rasellia. \"Your right apparently this murder thing was just a waste of time. We did our searching and every thing turned up fruitless. So it is time to go. We'll seek out the rest of our friend. When we are further from the city perhaps he can lead us to the rest of him. Lets get out of here now. We can head to the southern city. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The guards never show, you grow tried of waiting and there is little day light left. You head down to the docks, it is close to midnight before you locate a ship that might be leaving. There are men hastily trying to load up the ship as the captain barks orders. Thinking that you might be interested in going aboard the ship the captain says, \" Aye, you landlovers be interested in leaving here, I am heading out to sea, but I can drop you off if you would like...If you'd help load up the ship we can be underway faster.\" Tired from the long day but wanting to leave you agree. In several hours you manage to help get the ship all packed up and ready to leave.\n\nAs the ship glides thought the water a cool mist hits your face. You are so tired but you just cannot seem to sleep on the rocking boat. They day passes painfully slowly as you fight off fatigue and try to have civil conversations with each other in your tired state. Soon you see land approaching, the ship slowly maneuvers into place alone slide an old dock. The captain shakes your hand as you exit the boat. \"Thanks for ye help.\" The boat then quickly return to the over water.\n\nYou carefully walk across the old dock. There are many planks missing and several you have to watch your step over or crash through. Luckily no one falls through the boards. You reach the other side, it seems to be open plains as far as you can see. It is almost supper time and you realize that you have not eaten anything substantial for hours. You are tired and hungry. You can see a fire pit that has not been used for many weeks. " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nHand on her hilt as she surveys the surrounding land, she takes a moment to get her landlegs back. \"Hmm, we should probably head east, as that's the closest town, isn't it? We need to get more leads on Solace and what we need to do...\" Looking down at the pouch, she queries. Any ideas? " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"I sense nothing; however, I can only sense if an object is within a short distance of myself.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Spoiler \n[MAP] \n \n\n You hastily make a quick supper of dry rations and other assorted stale food from your packs. The meal was quick and then you all start to nod off to sleep even before the sun sets, the crickets chirping outside slowly serenade you into a deep slumber.\n\nZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz\n\nYou are awakened by the sounds of Gilly crying and whimpering. As you gaze towards him you notice that Gilly has soiled his pants and he is cowering in fear, unsure of what he should have or should do. Bongo is pulling on the rope tying him to the tree. You think that he would bolt if he could.\n\nYou look around, and in the shadows of the pale moon you see the image of a humanoid shrouded in a cloak. As your eyes meet you can see dark red orbs staring back at you even from this distance. Before you can even make a sound it says, \"Thoredal....Thoradel, your shop keeper friend sent me here to settle his dept. I will answer four questions for you from the vastness of my knowledge. Choose wisely, you may have a few moments to think before asking the next question. You may begin, however, you only have one hour* before must go.\" \n \n Spoiler \nGilly saving throw versus fear Gilly's Will Save - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] \nRolands saving throw versus fear Roland's will save - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \nBongo's saving throw versus fear Bondo's will save - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\n* You have 10 days in real time to post your questions." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\"Not really sure... i've been... i've been kind of out of it for the last little bit. Cal, What happened to my rope?\" Turning his attention to the creature, he gazes at it with a quizical eye, and then turns back to his companions. \"Not really sure what the mage from the shop was into... i didnt have time enough to really feel him out. Looks like he can dabble in some darker stuff though. Rasellia... what do you make of this thing?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSo um... what is this thing?\n Knowledge - Need to add bonus - (1d20)[ 8 ] \n\n{table]C\|Mod\|Skill\|Ranks\|Class\|CC\n + \| 8 \|Knowledge: Arcane\| [5 Rank +3 Int] \| [5] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Dungeoneering\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Geography\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: History (Ancient)\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Local\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Nature\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 4 \|Knowledge: Nobility Royalty\| [1 Rank +3 Int] \| [1] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: The Planes\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n + \| 5 \|Knowledge: Religion\| [2 Rank +3 Int] \| [2] \|\n\| 4 [/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "You realize that it is a humanoid, but it is hard to tell what type of humanoid due to the dim light and the cloak hiding its form. You are fearful of it (However, you do not need to make a check to act). You do not have enough other in formation to really had an idea what it is.\n\n The humanoids gaze does not leave you, \"You will have to forgive my hastiness, but I am a busy man, time is short.\" \n Solace whispers to Rasellia\n \n Spoiler \n \"I know this man, his wisdom is second to none. I would be careful not to offend him for there are few more powerful than he. He might be able to tell you where to look for my other parts...I am sure that he knows that i am with you...\" \n \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:60\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nLooking to both Rasillia and Thoreal then to the shadowy figure with a suspicious look. \"What can kill who chases us?\" He looks back to Thoreal. \"You probably have to ask but I am curious to his claims of wisdom. It's a vague enough question with enough meaning behind it for one with the wisdom he claims to know the answer too.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"Let's not be too hasty with our questions... he may be able to help us find the rest of our friend as well.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael rolls his eyes a bit. \" That goes without saying Rasellia. What i had meant by my question to you was... well, i have heard that those of faith have the capacity to discern Evil intentions, and to Sense falsehoods and untruths. So, um... what do you make of our visitor here ? \" With a quick glance to the stranger, he adds \" ... no disrespect \" and shrugs" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"No disrespect taken....\" Shaking his hooded head he continues, \"How is Solace? I have heard that you have two of the pieces...\" He pauses as if choosing his words carefully, \"I will give you this one for free, I do not seek Solace, she and I have meet....three times now. Isn't that right Solace?\" There is no comment from the rod. \"I will tell you things that she might not, for a variety of reasons, Isn't that right Solace?\" Still no response from the rod. \"Well then travelers, let us get down to the questions. I would be happy to answer Calthoric's questions; however, Thorael, you are the paying customer.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" So we're going to have to take any answer you give with a grain of salt. As it would appear, so should we from this... Solace you mention. Please note that was a statement, and not a question \" Turning again to his compatriots, Thorael shrugs. \" Well, it seems that the best course of action would be to ask questions of... this soulfly person, any questions she (??) refused to answer, we should ask this fine gentleman. Problem is... Buttercup ge's marry in lil less than haf-a-our... \" Stroking his chin, as if in deep thought... Thorael begins to pace" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nA little surprised by Solace having a gender - let alone female - and confused at Thorael's words, she hums to herself softly before communing with the magical sentience. Well Solace? If what you and he say are true, what would be the best part of you to find next?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The man remains silent and watches Thorael pace. \n Solace begins to whisper to Rasellia \n \n Spoiler \n I am broken into seven... \n \n\n When the man interrupts, \"Solace, you do yourself no good just whispering to Rasellia for I can hear your voice even through it is only meant for her...You do your friends a disservice, not letting them hear you.\" Solace's voice then become lucid in all your minds, \"Fine, LoreMaster, have it your way...\" Even through it is Dark and he is covered by a cloak, you feel that he is taken aback by Solaces bold statement. She continues \"I am broken into seven pieces, each has its own power, some for defense, some for attack. You have the handle, which is where my heart is held, the pummel which protects. You need the center piece of the hilt for me to act. At least part of the blade if you wish to use me as a sword. I would suggest finding the center of the hilt and then the first half of the blade.\" \n\nKnowledge Arcane DC 25: LoreMaster\n \n Spoiler \nLong ago, after the Elvin War, a library was started underground. The LoreMaster is the curator of this library and he was believed to have knowledge beyond mortals, even by elvin standards. He has been absent from recent history. Only old texts will have references to him\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 22/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Knock, Knock, Invisibility, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Dispel Magic, Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n\" LoreMaster... neat. Never heard of it. I wonder if that job pays well. Again, note that was no question, and i do promise to expedite this question asking process, now that Solace has confirmed her existence here for all, and my vow to not betray her presence has been kept. \" Turning back to Rasellia, he looks at the priestess. \" So, um... Rasellia. I take it by your humming and ignoring of my question, that would be a no to said question. No Detect Evil? No Dicern Lies? No Zone of Truth? No... Sense Motive?? \" sigh \" Solace, i recalled the Seven Parts of your tale... 5 Remain, usefullness as a sword aside, will any of these still missing parts help us to find your other parts more effectively? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAwesome!\n K:Arcane - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"You need to find the center of the hilt next. It holds everything together. The more parts I have the farther I can sense the other parts and the paths to their locations.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nBlinking at Thorael, she shrugs. \"It's not my place to judge who I attack... I act in self-defense, unless directed otherwise by my order. Although, now that I seem to be in the presence of those who can't do so themselves, perhaps some more detection spells are warranted... hmmm...\" She becomes lost in thought for a moment before Solace's words seem to get to her. \"Either way, our course seems clear. Loremaster, what advice can you give on finding the center of the hilt?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Thorael, here is the answer to your first question asked by your friend.\" He pauses for a moment and then continues speaking, \"The center of the hilt can be found in the dwarven ruins below Nesmee. It was last known to be in the bankers vault in a small bronze chest. The advice I would give you on finding the hilt, would be to find a guide who can follow and troubleshoot on the Dwarven road. If I were to suggest a guide, it would be Dwak Battleblade.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nQuirking an eyebrow, she rubs at her chin pensively. Looking to the rest of the party, she queries. \"Dwak... wasn't he the captain on that ship we were on...?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:56\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"He was the first mate of the bounty hunter ship. The captain was illusive to inquires of his name. Calthoric says responding to Rasellia. He then looks at the creature with a lifted brow his interest peaked at his knowledge of the tunnels and ponders the knowledge he might have of other wondrous items.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Good answer Calthoric, you beat me to the answer...good thing because that was an easy question.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "The absolute total confusion over Rasellia's response is broken only by the LoreMasters comment. \" Aye... it's a good thing as well, since as you put it... I am the paying customer . I promise, this dysfunctional dance you witness here has a beat and a rhythm. My compatriots here tend to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, and the next thing you know you'll be answering 'What is your....' uh, i best not finish that. Regardless, please allow me to sift the rubbish from the gibberish, and present the next three questions to you. I Promise, not to take more time than necessary, but i may indeed take advantage of the time allotted. \" Turning to Rasellia... \" now you... what? who's attacking where now? I... you know, eh.. \" Thorael shakes his head. \" I've got questions about Old Magic, The Red Tower, and Goblin Origins and Mistakes that are rattling around in my brain, so unless we've got something solid we want to ask... Anything else about dwarves? about piece two perhaps? not to get too far ahead of our selves. I also have interest in what Solace will not tell us. And maybe something about The Warlock on the Red Dragon...any thing you'd like to add here Solace? Perhaps clear a few of these clouds as not to waste our questions, or the precious precious time of the LoreMaster here? \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " It is almost as if solace sighs, \"Thoreal, you have to realize that there is much of my past that I am ashamed of, so it is hard for me to know what to tell my new keepers...especially if I barely know them. I might be able to answer some specific questions....\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nLooking at Solace, making it quite clear this question wasn't intended for the loremaster fellow. \"Well, it might help to know what you were as a whole, and what your powers were...\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" That Solace... is the first thing you've said which would endear me to your plight. Knowing this, i now believe you would answer any poignant request we would make of you whether it be knowledge or action. With that being said... \" The wizard hikes up his red robes as if he were adjusting his trousers. \" LoreMaster... i thank you again for your patients. Your presence here has help us tremendously, and i will keep only a few more precious moments of your time. My next inquiry is on the remaining pieces. We know of the Center, but what of the other remaining pieces? \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Such a broad question, I will answer it as I can. I usually do not answer such broad questions in so much detail because it could take days to give you a complete answer. However, I can give you the locations of each of the remaining pieces. It will be your job to work out the details. You have the pummel and handle. You know where the center of the hilt it. The right side of the hilt is held by the prince, you know him as a warlock riding a red dragon. He wears it around his neck. The last part of the hilt is owned by a Red Wizard named Azural. He and his companions hunt for the other pieces, their last known location is north of Nesmee. The blade is in the lair of a White Dragon to the in the mountains north of Nesmee. The tip of the blade...well I have the tip of the blade...careful, I can see your minds turning...how will you defeat me...well you cannot. However, I will trade you, or anyone else, the tip of the blade of Necromancy. When you find it do not touch it with your bare hands...when you have it I will find you...Next question?...you have two left\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"Rasilia, now would not be the best time to discuss my powers...I am sure The Loremaster knows most of them, however, if there are some he does not know, I would prefer that they remain unknown.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Excellent LoreMaster, as with such a broad question, i didn't expect nearly as much detail, yet broad questions are really all we have. As i told your friend the mage, at this point we don't even know what we need to ask... You mention The Blade of Necromancy. It sounds as if it would be some counter or mirror to what we know of Solace. Hmm... \" Thorael glances over to Rasellia, and then back to the LoreMaster \" ...I understand we could talk about it for days, but another broad question it should be. Tell me your perspective of the History of Solace, I'm especially interested in any references to this Blade of Necromancy. \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"This history of Solace from my perspective….well to answer this question you have to recall your history from school dear elf. In the beginning, the elves populated the earth, the light elves were keepers of the day, and the dark elves were the guardians of the night. They kept the world safe….safe until the War of the Elves. Both sides have different reasons that the war started and for this conversation, the reasons are irrelevant. As you recall, the dark elves were pushed underground, were they still live. This allowed the lesser races to start populating the earth. These lesser races became jealous of the Elves use of magic, they started their own experiments and learned magic; however, they did not have the stamina for magic.\n\nThe mages of the humans started to map out the places where the magic plane touched near the earth, they created a sword, The Sword of Ages, and it was called to open a gate to the magic plane. The creator and wielder of this blade was a woman named Raven, she and her companions took the blade to an island deep into the ocean were the top of the old volcano were the space between planes is weak. Raven holding the sword cut into the space between planes creating a gate.\n\nThis created a flash brighter than the sun that lasted for days. And the surge of magic came out allowing people to easily use magic. No one heard from Raven and her adventures, it was believed that they were killed in the explosion. After many years, one man went to the deserted isle and brought back the sword telling all that there was no sign of the others.\n\nThe sword sat in an armory for many years before it was stolen by a thief and sold to a mage. This is where the power soon became apparent; the mage achieved great power, conquering all of the known world. It was at this time when the mage realized that the sword contained Raven, now Solace. As the kingdom eventually fell, like all human things; the sword then went missing.\n\nWhat occurred is the sword was broken up by the Blade of Necromancy, a blade from the lower plane of the damned. The pieces were scattered through out the world. People seeking power have come to find the pieces and put them together. It as been partially reforged once a few times, each time without the tip, only to be destroyed again by those fearful of the blade.\n\nNow that you understand the original purpose of Solace, what is your last question?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael looks at his boots for a brief moment, letting this knowledge process in his clearly superior intellect. \" ...What would need to be done to free Raven from the sword? \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \"To free solace...er...Raven from the sword, it must be taken back to the broken gate and used to seal up the gate. When this occurs, she will be freed from the sword and the gate will be closed. If the gate does not become closed, it can destroy the world.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"So we have our objective but we lack equipment to complete them.\" Looks to his bow with a disappointed look. \"We should keep our eyes open for opportunities. So which do we go for first? \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\"Thank you LoreMaster. I now know what i need to know, which is a step in the right direction. You have my thanks, and should you see our humble shop keeper, pass along my thanks and regards as well. I know that gold means very little to a person of your means, perhaps we can trade knowledge, with or without the trading of tips as it were. I am always seeking secrets of the Arcane et al, and would be honored to do so for you in return for... shall we say future considerations.\" Bowing humbly, Thorael moves closer to his companions, waiting to see what comes next..." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The man nods and then says, \"I will offer you one final hint, head west.\" Then he is gone...just vanished and a small object bounces towards you and lands at Calthoric's feet. It is a small purple gem. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Thoreal can you see if there is an magics contained in this gem?\" Calthoric picks up the gem and holds it out to Thoreal though does not hand it to him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gem feels warm to Calthoric's touch, this might have been due to another holding it or maybe something coming from within the gem itself. The purple gem is slightly lucid with what looks to be a copper wire inside of it. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Turning, Thorael speaks the incantation \" J'NE SAIS QUOI \" and focuses his concentration on the Gem in Calthorics hand.\n\" It's a message Stone. He'll have a counterpart. The Pattern would indicate that this is just a small derivative of that Whisper spell I've used in the past. Quite simple and elegant really. Not sure if it's one way or two. The strenght of the spell would lead me to believe it's a one way communication only though... neat. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spell Craft Aura 1 - (1d20+14)[ 18 ] \n Spell Craft Aura 2 - (1d20+14)[ 21 ] \n Spell Craft Aura 3 - (1d20+14)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Then i have no use for this thing as I do not care to contact that being. If you can place it in some kind of sound proof container in case it does not need to be activated by us to be used I would feel better.\" Calthoric hands the gem to thoreal. \"Since he was kind enough to suggest a direction and he wisdom verified by our friend I suggest we take it. Lets pack up this gear and get heading west. I know there is a town about four days travel from here to the west.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " \"Aye... odd that i don't recall him mentioning any of the next parts to the west, but we need to let the dust settle in Nesmee before returning there. Clearly those guards were in ca-hoots with the bugbears, and part of the Nord conspiracy. If the LoreMaster was able to find us, i'm thinking that others may as well... we should move on west, and find a suitable place to camp for an hour. I need to replenish my arcane power.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 2\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 5\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 3\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 3[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"Finally, God has graced us with a hint for the first time in this endeavour, we'd do well not to squandor it.\" She sets about taking down camp and stowing it in Bongo's cart, glad to have a set destination for once. She was never very good at making decisions like that, unless it was in a battle, or something very short-term." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " After resting for a bit longer and getting a chance to have your devotions and time with books, you head out west. After about an hour of walking you reach what looks to be swampy land and to make matters worse, the rain starts to fall. You continue on, at this pace you venture to guess that it will take you at least six days to reach the town. Your boots seem to want to sink into the boggy mud, terrible stench violate your nose, and rain has soaked you to the bone. Then suddenly something snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts, you see of in the distance what looks to be a large humanoid with stooped shoulders and long arms. You realize that it could be a swamp troll. Lucky for you it has not noticed you. It is about 160 feet away from your current location and heading southwest (away from you). " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "In a hushed and wisperd tones, Thorael looks over his companions \" Second troll in as many weeks... Fight, flee, or follow? There is no flame blade wielding knight to come to our rescue this time... or do we want to try and talk to it?? 😦 \"" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf [B]\|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nDrawing her sword carefully, she heads in the direction of the troll. \"You two can stay here if you want, but if that troll's left to its own devices, it'll no doubt bring harm to people who are less-able to defend themselves. I'm going in.\" Chanting as softly as she can to herself, she summons an invisible wall of force around herself as she advances.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving 30 feet towards the troll\nDrawing sword as part of move action\nCasting shield of faith +3 , +3 deflection bonus to AC\nNew AC: 19/13/19 \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Well, you may be into slaying sentient beings without warnings, but i am not... Gilly ask it to surrender first. \" Thorael glances menencly at Gilly. With a nod the aprentice mutters an incantaion, and in a voice deeper, louder and more menacing than would be expected speaks...\n\nin giant \n Spoiler \n\n\" TROLL! Bow down before the might of Gillygalore! Bow down and serve me or my minions shall send you to a firey doom! \"\n \n\n\n...looking up innocently at Thorael, Gilly shrugs a bit looking for his masters approval.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGilly...\nStandard - Cast Prestidigitation for minimal volumn and tone increase\n\nThorael\nReady an action - Cast Ray of Exhaustion\nIf - Troll moves on Rasellia or us\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You can see that the creature appears to be dragging something as it walks. It looks in your direction as if trying to make out who you are and what you are doing in the swamp. It sees Rasellia advancing upon its position and the words of the goblin. \n\n[ooc: I am waiting for Gilly's intimidation roll]" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Rasellia\n \n Spoiler \n Solace whispers to you, \"Careful, do not be so hasty, we are in this creatures homeland...\" \n \n\n\nThoreal\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge nature - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \nYou know this creature to be a swamp troll, a hybrid of trolls and Scrag trolls. Swamp trolls are dangerous due to their traits similar to regular trolls. In addition, swamp trolls use the swamps to their advantage, it being a wet environment makes it hard for them to be killed due to the water being able to quench any fire and dilute acid. Swamp trolls can breath underwater and will use that to their advantage by setting up ambushes for unsuspecting animals and humanoids. The most dangerous thing about swamp trolls is a thick goopy poison that is secreted by glands in their mouths which they coat their claws with. This poison is dangerous because it causes paralysis which in a swampy environment, drowning is likely. The poison also has oxidizing properties which make a poor for coating ones weapons.\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The troll answers back and you can see Gilly visibly shaken by his answer...[Giant] \" Gargaven saven groshemesh...ALLKEN BEEN SEEVEN....daven goovo mantigo! \" \n \n Spoiler \n \"You foolish goblin, Do You NOT REALIZE THAT I ATE YOUR FAMILY HERE? You should be glad that I already have caught my food for I would Love RIP your head from your shoulders and dine upon your puny brains. Give me one reason that I should not kill you and your friends? You must be some goblin, forsaking your heritage to be with humans! \n \n\n The swamp troll does not advance but shifts is position so that it is now facing you and drops the humanoid shaped object in its hand which splashes into the water. It starts to lick its claws.... " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Careful Rasellia, Cal... that's no ordinary troll. It's bite and it's claws now are covered in a paralytic poison. The wetlands will make fire or acid difficult to use at best. If we cannot barter our way out of this, we may be in trouble... What did it say Gilly?? \" Looking to his apprentice, the mage is concerned over his apparent shaken state. \" Master... The creature says we're lucky he's already eaten, and that we should tell him why he shouldn't just kill us for sport \" Looking over to cal, and Rasellia, the wizard pauses for a moment to see if they have anything to add..." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nGrinning grimly, her grip on her blade tightens as she continues her steady advance. \"Seems to me like the game is afoot... and if we keep at range long enough, he won't be able to hit us, correct? So... by the power of God, I SMITE you!!! \" Raising her shield arm, she extends two fingers and brings them down in a slashing motion over the troll's head - from her standpoint - causing a brilliant ray of light energy to cut the overcast skies and slice down towards their foe!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting searing light \nRanged touch attack: (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:57\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nHearing Thoreals words he nods. \"I do not think that this is the best place ....\" Watches wide eyed as Rasellia charges the troll. Muttering a curse he pulls his bow from his back and knocks an arrow. \"Seems a good day to die anyway.\" He says as he releases two shots.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d6)[ 6 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter, Invisibility, Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\nMouth agape... the words fail Thorael. Unconsiously his mouth closes as he thinks about whats happening. Again, his mouth hangs open in Disbelief. A flurry of red robes, the Elf springs into action. Moving into position next to the Cart, he begins barking orders. \"Cal... forget the arrows, get in the Cart, get out some Rope, and drop it at your feet. I may be able to save us or at least you if it gets out of hand. \"\n\nShouting now.. \" RAS!! Forget the damage, we'll never take him that way!! Protect yourself, Save it for your healing and protections, and don't get Hit!!! Keep it's attention!! I may be able to disable HIM!! Fall Back to the cart if it gets too ugly!!! \"\n\nLooking now at his apprentice... \" Summon your Mount... we need to give him something else to snack on! \" The goblin snaps out of his state, focused on the task at hand. \" ICK BALLAK ZJAHK \" and with a sickly green poof, a nice fat pony appears several yards infront of the cart.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Thorael \nMove - Fall back to Y5\nStandard - Well, i'd love one, but that was a TON of talking.\n\n Gilly \nStandard - Cast Mount T6\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \nSorry my computer is packed. It will come soon\n \n\n\nTroll AC 16 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +5 natural), touch 11, flat-footed 14\n\n The troll lumbers forward (G8-H9) glaring its teeth. Its burnt flesh turning back to the graygreen slowly as it lumbers forward. \n\n\n\n[40]" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nGiving a glance to the side to get the full-bred elf in her peripheral vision for a second, she turns her attention back to the troll, grinning confidentally to herself. Having fully intended on capturing the trolls attention, she once more channels the destructive powers of God; though raised to protect, the best defense is often a good offense.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting searing light again\nTo-hit: (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Here is the MAP\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\nWaiting on Ayr and Wild" }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric quickly runs into the cart and pulls out the rope and drops it into the cart. \"Thoreal if you could aid me to get closer to the beast I might be able to land some vital shots to fell the beast.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to in cart\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\"Felling the beast is not the problem, it's keeping it Felled!\" with a sign and a shake of his head, Thorael recites the magical Incantation while placing his hand on Calthoric.. \" NOUS SOMME MARDE \", and the nobleman fades from view." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Map]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The searing light seems to have angered the troll. In a swift motion, it lunges in to action. The troll quickly runs in a charging manner towards Rasellia. Its massive claw rakes the front of her as it almost topples her over with the first blow. She cries out in pain. \n (1d20+11)[ 21 ] (+2 for change) (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n\nThe troll has a -2 to AC this round. Rasellia needs to make a Fort save DC 19.\nRasellia\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf you make the save... \n Spoiler \nYou feel a burning sensation where the troll hit you.\n \n\nif you fail... \n Spoiler \nYou topple into the water paralyzed\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nThe zealous fighter takes the hit, grinning at the minimal damage. Her eyes barely have time to widen in shock, however, as she stumbles backward from the force of the blow, her entire body going completely numb.\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort save (DC 19): (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Rasellia's body hits the water and submerges into the dark water \n\n\nRasellia is paralyzed \n Spoiler \n\n\n Paralyzed\n\nA paralyzed character is frozen in place and unable to move or act. A paralyzed character has effective Dexterity and Strength scores of 0 and is helpless, but can take purely mental actions. A winged creature flying in the air at the time that it becomes paralyzed cannot flap its wings and falls. A paralyzed swimmer can’t swim and may drown. A creature can move through a space occupied by a paralyzed creature—ally or not. Each square occupied by a paralyzed creature, however, counts as 2 squares. \n\n\n Drowning\n\nAny character can hold her breath for a number of rounds equal to twice her Constitution score. After this period of time, the character must make a DC 10 Constitution check every round in order to continue holding her breath. Each round, the DC increases by 1. See also: Swim skill description.\n\nWhen the character finally fails her Constitution check, she begins to drown. In the first round, she falls unconscious (0 hp). In the following round, she drops to -1 hit points and is dying. In the third round, she drowns.\n\nIt is possible to drown in substances other than water, such as sand, quicksand, fine dust, and silos full of grain. \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n [Round 3] \n\n\" Uhhh... Cal Where ever you got to, nows the Time. Gilly Hide \" Taking a step forward, staring at the troll, the wizard begins slapping himself on his head, almost ape like \" OOOohh LalalaLALLA BLaha Vala Blaha Blaaahhba WOMPA WHUMPA bllaaaaaarrrgghhaa..... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Thorael \nMove - 5' step forward to <X5>\nStandard - Cast Hideous Laughter at the Troll (DC 15... troll gets +4 to his save for differing Type)\n\n Gilly \nStandard - makes himself very very small\n\n{table=\"width=100%\"]Spot\|1d20+4\|Listen\|1d20+4[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Troll will save: (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n The troll c0cks his head at Thoreal and looks a little confused, almost as if he is trying to understand why something is funny. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric hears Thoreal and is almost amazed at the wizard's bravery. He frowns as he judges the distance to the troll and knows he cannot get the shot he wants without moving closer. He advances slowly and silently.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move to Q5 \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The swamp troll lumbers forward passing Calthoric (AoO if you want, however you will loose invisibility) and towards Thorael. When it gets within striking distance of Thorael it attempts to hit Thorael, but it misses. \n (1d20+9)[ 11 ] (1d6+6)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n [Round 4] \n\n\" CaaaAAALLLL??! \" The wizard takes a hesitant step backwards, as he readies his arcane might to come to bear on the beast infront of him...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove - 5' Step back 1 to <Y5>\nStandard - Ready an Action, Cast Ray of Enfeeblement on Troll, When i A) See Calthoric, and B) whatever he's planning fails to drop the troll.\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric looks to the bubbles forming in the swampy water were Rasellia has toppled and frowns heavily as he hears Thoreal scream. Deciding he cannot fend off the troll by himself and that Rasellia should have a few more moments before being beyond help he knocks his bow and releases two quick shots.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack 1, ac flat footed\n (1d20+7)[ 10 ] Damage - (4d6)[ 14 ] \n\nattack 2, ac normal\n (1d20+7)[ 13 ] Damage - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement, Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n [Round 4... continued] \n\nSeeing Calthorics Arrows miss the mark, and with a look of determination, the red wizard lets fly with the black crackling ray of negative energy. \" LASAIS FAIRE \" The sickly black green beam strikes the troll with pin point accuracy, but the effect seems less than formidable.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Ranged Touch - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Str Damage - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\nStandard Troll\nStr: 23 18\n\nAttack: \tClaw +7 melee (1d6+4) \t\nFull Attack: \t2 claws +7 melee (1d6+4) and bite +2 melee (1d6+2)\n\nSpecial Attacks: \tRend 2d6+6\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " MAP \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The troll roars in pain as the strength is sucked out of him. He does not seem to even notice Calthoric's arrows whizzing by him as he mounts a charge towards Thoreal. The lumbering creature hit with his right hand, the same hand that struck Chu. Lucky for Thoreal, there is no more poison upon this hand. However, you can still see the sticky gooey substance upon his left hand. The claw tears through Thoreal's robes drawing blood. \n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+9)[ 20 ] (+2 from charge) (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \ntroll has a -2 to AC until the start of next round.\n\n[52]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n [Round 5] \n\nFocusing his concentration to avoid the claws of the Troll, the wizard weaves his magic \" NOUS SOMME MARDE \". With a faint Shimmer, a puff of smoke, and a sound reminiscent of dwarven flatulence the spell fails. \" Welllll... that didn't work. >deep breath and sigh< GillyRUN! \" With that, the wizard turns and runs, trying to put the cart between him and the troll...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAny chance of \"centering\" the battle a bit more? I need some maneuvering room....\n\n Thorael\n Cast Defensively DC 17 - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \nStandard - Cast Invisibility Defensively (Fail)\nMove - Run to the other side of the cart [Z9] (provoke AoO)\n\n Gilly \nFull withdrawl Southwest-ish\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "MAP\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The swamp troll misses Thoreal, with its claw, as Thoreal jumps across the cart and away from the troll.\n \nROLLS\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 10 ] (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:55\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric growls at his lack of equipment and vows to go on a stealing spree in the next town to acquire perhaps some more useful equipment. Knowing he cannot harm the beast he moves to Rasellia and drags her from the water's depths and moves into a covered area. Leaning her against the stem of a thick tree keeping her head out of the water he hides within the foliage moving so he can see the troll.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Moved to Rasellia and drag her to U10 \n\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 17 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "MAP\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The troll's frustration grows as he sees his new prey running from the wagon. He stops for a moment as if considering his next move and then strikes out at the helpless mule with a full attack. Only one claws makes a deadly strike upon the helpless mule causing a rather large slash along its hind quarters. Bongo cries out in pain and then staggers and falls down into the water paralyzed. \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 13 ] (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 11\| DEX 13\| CON 12\| INT 10\| WIS 9\| CHA 6[/table] \n \n\n \n\n [Round 6] \n\nPutting some additional distance between himself and the troll, Thorael begins casting. With another Incantation, a second black green beam eminates from his hands... striking the cart. \" Damnit! We're so going to die... \"\n \n Spoiler \n\nmove - Z12\nstandard - cast ray of enfeeblement (miss see OOC)\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric moves quietly to the edge of the thickets he is in and lines up on the troll. He lets a sniping arrow fly at the target. He quickly tries to hide again after releasing the shot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n move half speed to U9 \n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n Sneak - (3d6)[ 11 ] \n HideAfterShot - (1d20-9)[ 4 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 18 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nTroll AC: 16 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +5 natural), touch 11, flat-footed 14\n\n The troll does not even seen to notice the arrow that hints into the wagon as it Coup de Grace the poor helpless Bongo. The troll rips apart bongo's throat with a powerful claw. For a second you think that the donkey will make it before you see its eyes glazed over and realize that your beloved donkey is no more. \n\n[Rolls]\n \n Spoiler \n\n (2d6+8)[ 13 ] \n\n\n[42]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n [Round 7...] \n\n\" Casting invisibility on you Cal instead of rope trick, may have cost us our lives... and i still have no rope... we need to distract the troll,\nand get him away from that cart, so i can get the rope, and get us out of here. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nholding my action\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"Thoreal I have rope here in my pack. I don't think you playing with rope is going to help us in this situation but follow my voice i have Rasellia kind leaned up against a tree hear. I am going to need help moving her.' Growling to himself over the bad luck and aim, thinking that he was in fact a decent shot. Moves to Rasellia and beings packing her up for travel.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " Using its powerful claws, the Swamp Troll rips the ropes and harness connecting the dead donkey from the cart and begins to munch upon the caucus. Part of you feels sick from watching your beloved donkey being eaten, but another part is glad that the troll is no longer coming after you. You wonder if the troll is even aware or cares that you are still around. You start to think that this maybe how rabbits feel after a wolf has caught one of them. \n\nNote: The troll will continue to eat until its full or until you make a move.\n\n[37]" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n [Round 7] \n\n\" Listen... as quickly as you can, and as securely as you can, tie an end of that rope around Rasellia. If your not exactly gentle that's ok too. Gilly and I will be right there. \" Slowly the pair of wizards make their way to the two companions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Thorael Move Silent - (1d20-3)[ 16 ] (+2 dex -5 Deep undergrowth / bog)\ndouble move; Half Speed; T11\n\n Gilly Move Silent - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] (+0 Dex +4 Racial -5 Deep undergrowth / bog)\nDouble Move; Half Speed;S12\n\nif im reading the Listen check right... DC looks like 23 and 24 respectively.\n\n(MS:15 +3 for 30' distant +5 for distracted)?\n(MS:16 +3 for 30' distant +5 for distracted)?\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric quickly ties rope around Rasellia \"Dragging her through the swamp is probably not a good idea.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Use Rope - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nLooking at the rope he mumbles to himself at the way the knot looks. \"No, i don't think the knot is suppose to look that way.\" He quickly unties the rope and then tries another knot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Use Rope - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "[Round 8]\n\n\" Yeah.. im not sure if that would have dropped her half way up, or slipped around her neck as a noose... Anyway. \" Thorael takes the other end of the rope, and coils 16 feet into his arms. Standing on the rope, he touches the loose end and mutters the arcane words. \" VOUS CHIENE STUPIDE \". Quickly the rope raises into the air. \" Watch Gilly... go \", Gilly Leaps onto the rope, and just as quickly slips off, with an audible splash! landing face first in the muck. Placing his left palm upon his face, Thorael shuts his eyes tightly, rubs said face and tries to come to grips with what exactly is going on around here...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gilly Climb - (1d20-1)[ 3 ] (DC 5)\nrope trick sits 15' in the air\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The troll continues eating bongo " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n You all manage to get into the magically secure place and pull Rasellia up into there as well. The minutes seem to tick by like hours, then you hear thrashing around outside. Peaking your head out, you see the troll smashing around in your wagon. It then takes one more large bite out of Bongo and then starts walking southwest. At this moment Rasellia starts to slowly come alive once again, her whole body feeling like part of it has been asleep. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Scooter (I cannot remember your character's name]\n \n Spoiler \n\n You have been looking for your Wizard companion Akar for a few hours now. Wondering through the swamp has been hard work. You think that you have found his trail, tracking in this environment has not been easy, especially with a foot of water to trudge through. You come around a tree and you see a wagon, which look to be in disrepair, there appears to be horse standing there looking rather confused. Then you see a troll lumbering away from the broken cart. You feel a tightening in your stomach as you watch the beast leaving. You wonder if there are any survivors of this troll ambush. \n \n\n\nMAP\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth Tarvalla\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Korlarth Tarvalla \|Human\|Ranger\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 41 /41 \|Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 15/11/14\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword / +2 Hand Axe\|dmg: 1d8+3 / 1d6+3\| Ranged Atk \|+7 Composite Longbow\|dmg: 1d8+2\|\n SV\|Fort +9\| Ref +6\| Will +3\|\n STR 16\| DEX 12\| CON 14\| INT 10\| WIS 13\| CHA 8[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Memorized \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n1 (DC:12)\| Charm Animal, Speak with Animals \| 1 \| 1 \| 2 \| 0\n2 (DC:13)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0\n3 (DC: 14)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nKorlarth curses himself as he searches for his lost charge. He mumbles to himself about telling him a few things about wandering alone. He quickly stops in his tracks as he sees the Troll lumbering off. Quietly he slips into the bushes, awaiting the trolls departure. He had not prepared himself to engage a creature of that strength.\nAfter a few minutes, he is sure the coast is clear. He slowly approaches the now destroyed cart and begins searching the area for any signs of survivors.\n\nCrim,\n \n Spoiler \n The site that houses my character has been down for a few days. I will recreate Korlarth either tonight or tomorrow and post a new link to where he can be found.\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Note: the troll will wonder off by itself and be gone from the map in two rounds." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 2[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nGroaning groggily as she tries to move her limbs, Rasellia blinks her eyes lop-sidedly. Not quite sure how to explain or justify her rash action, she sheepishly tries to crack a joke, though has a hard time articulating. \"R'min' me ness t'm, Th'r'l... you know whassher talkin' 'bou'...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The swamp troll finally saunters off to the southwest and after a few moments a man slowly creeps forward towards the wagon from the east (Korlarth please describe yourself). \n Korlarth \n You come upon the broken wagon, it appears to be in poor shapes after the troll had its way with it. The wagon has a broken tongue, a smashed apart wheel, and what you think might be a broken axle. There are muddy troll prints throughout the back side of the cart where it flung things around. You see a half eaten mule which is what you guess the troll was munching on. You wonder why you do not see any bodies around, maybe there might be survivor or they could have been left under the water. " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth examines the cart, a silent prayer whispered through his lips for the poor mule. Brushing back his fire red hair, he begins to scan the the area for signs of the owner of this now destroyed cart. His chain shirt clinks slightly as his 5'11\" body moves deftly through the murky water. He slowly draws his long sword from it's sheath with his left hand while his right unconciously pulls his hand axe from off of it's resting place on his belt. His eyes alert for any signs of of life he begins circling around the cart, hoping to pick up the tracks of the owner. He knows that if they are injured, they will be needing all the help he can offer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTracking skill (Survival skill check) [roll0]\nHmmm....didn't seem to roll...or the preview screwed it up...here it is again\n\nTracking skill (Survival skill check) [roll]1d20+7[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Tracking Roll [roll]1d20+7[/roll]\n\nHmmm...got it to roll on the ooc..\n\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You notice that the water is merky, like it has been stirred up, to the south. " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth notiices some broken vegatation heading south and moves into investigate. He cautiously calls out a \"Hail. Is there anyone out there? I come to help if you require it\". He continues searching for signs of life.\n\nSearch:\n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Karlarth seems a bit confused. As he stands here in the open area, he can tell that people were here a short time ago by the stirred up murk in the water and a few bloodstained weeds. At first he thought they might have gone west through the bushes but the branches are broken the wrong way suggesting that a person dragged another from within the under thicket to the spot were he is now standing. \n\nNote: The party is in the square in Y10" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 2[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nResisting the groan as her joints ache, she keeps her mouth shut, watching the stranger cautiously, figuring her loud mouth and brash actions had done enough damage for the day, letting the others do the talking if they so desired." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n \"Cal... prepare to defend us. We stirred up that Troll. It will be on our heads if this poor bastage gets eaten by him. I've still got a trick or two up my sleeve if he gets out of control...\" \n\nWaiting for an acknowledging nod from the noblemen, Thorael Unfirls the rope back out the magical window. Poking his head out, he hollars out to the stranger.\n\n \"You there. Yes you... the genius with the red hair. Heloo... up here. Yes, we um, have seemed to have annoyed a particularly Large swamp troll who is now rampaging the nearby country side. Terribly sorry. Couldn't be avoided. Regardless, would feel awful if you got eaten due to our, um... miscalculation. I wish to offer you sanctuary in our extra dimensional space if you so desire. Merely climb up the rope, if your the sort who trusts first, and asks questions later. Mind you, bring none of your own withing ins confines lest we tear time and space...\" " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "A bit startled, Karlarth looks up at the voice. Seeing the head poking out, he smiles.\n\n \"Do not worry about the Troll. He has had his fill and has moved on. I would assume that the cart and now deceased beast of burden was yours. I'm afraid that it did not survive the encounter.\" \n\nHe points his long sword over toward the mangled beast that had provided the troll with lunch. He looks back up.\n\n \"As much as up there seems cozy, I am afraid that I must decline. I am employed as a guide for a daft mage, who like always, enjoys sneaking off on me when my back is turned. I have been looking for him most of the day when I stumbled upon you and your friends. You haven't seen him by chance? Akar is his name. A bit shorter than myself and a bit more portly than myself?\" \n\nKarlarth does a quick scan of the area while awaiting a response." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Whelp... the Troll was carrying someone dead when we first came upon him. He dropped the corpse over there \" Thorael motions off to the left. \" Not sure if its your mage or not. If not, then cant say that we have seen him so... that would be a no. If he's a wizard of any caliber, however, he's most likely safe, dry and clean. I wouldnt worry too much \"" }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "A pang of guilt washes over Karlarth at the mention of the corpse. He had warned him numerous times to not wander off. He looks over to where the stranger pointed.\n\n \"If you will excuse me, I must go check. I pray that it isn't him though\" \n\nKarlarth sloshes through the water, a few choice curses mumbled under his breath as he goes and investigates the corpse." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric keeps a steady bead on the new comer while remaining away from the entrance to remain concealed. He completely forgot about the troll dragging anything until Thoreal mentioned it again. Trusting the word of what appears to be a ranger of moderate skill he climbs back down the rope looking to the others. \"I am going to secure the cart I do not think the troll will be back and if it does return I am curious to the reaction of this stranger. He might prove useful to our cause as he seems to have less trouble negotiating this swamp then we do. \n\nMoving from the rope to the cart he keeps Karlarth in his peripheral vision.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "MAP\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Karlarth slogs thought the swamp, after a few moments he starts to wonder if the individuals who he has just met are trying to trick him. However, that feeling is replaced by a much more unsettling feeling as he sees part of a familiar red robe floating to the surface from under the water. A rock seems to have grown in his stomach as he slowly reaches down and pulls up a body....then with a gasp of horror he realizes that the body he is holding is missing its head. The robe itself seems to be that of the wizard Akar. \n\nNote: there is no sign of the troll except for a trail in the murk leading south where it must have traveled." }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Slowly Korlarth slides the body back into the water. A silent prayer accompanies his actions as he returns the body back to nature. His demeanor changes, as he has never lost the life of any of his charges. He slowly returns to where the strangers had slowly come out of hiding.\n\n \"It seems that my previous employer has taken his last unguarded stroll through dangerous territory. If you would like, I could guide you through the swamp. It appears that I have no other duties to attend to now\" \n Korlarth Tarvalla \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Korlarth Tarvalla \|Human\|Ranger\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 41 /41 \|Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 15/11/14\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword / +2 Hand Axe\|dmg: 1d8+3 / 1d6+3\| Ranged Atk \|+7 Composite Longbow\|dmg: 1d8+2\|\n SV\|Fort +9\| Ref +6\| Will +3\|\n STR 16\| DEX 12\| CON 14\| INT 10\| WIS 13\| CHA 8[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Memorized \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n1 (DC:12)\| Charm Animal, Speak with Animals \| 1 \| 1 \| 2 \| 0\n2 (DC:13)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0\n3 (DC: 14)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael begins his decent from the planar portal. \" Gee willikers stranger. That sounds like a wonderful proposition. Golly whiz, you clearly look like i would expect a guide to. Do you have any references we could.... oh, wait. \" He sighs, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head as he begins to walk in the direction of the ranger. \" Whats worse, is it appears that your former employer was the one to stir up the troll, and not us. Granted we'd still have a cart an mule had we not gotten a bit overzealous. \" Thorael stops feet from the stranger, and tilts his head slightly observing the corpse under the water. \" I am familiar with the final resting rights of several religious beliefs. We should take proper care of this corpse. You mentioned his name. Abjar or something... was he a close friend? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n...and by proper care i mean LEWT!!!\n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": " Korlarth Tarvalla \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Korlarth Tarvalla \|Human\|Ranger\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 41 /41 \|Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF\| 15/11/14\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword / +2 Hand Axe\|dmg: 1d8+3 / 1d6+3\| Ranged Atk \|+7 Composite Longbow\|dmg: 1d8+2\|\n SV\|Fort +9\| Ref +6\| Will +3\|\n STR 16\| DEX 12\| CON 14\| INT 10\| WIS 13\| CHA 8[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Memorized \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n1 (DC:12)\| Charm Animal, Speak with Animals \| 1 \| 1 \| 2 \| 0\n2 (DC:13)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0\n3 (DC: 14)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0[/table]\n \n\n\nKorlarth looks at the newcomer, a bit confused at his strange monikers. Getting past that, he replies.\n\n \" I had only known the wizard Akar for a short time. I had met his acquaintance in the town of Nesmee. Actually, the outskirts of the city really. I was out and about setting my snares for dinner when I found him wandering around the brush. I approached him after he demolished one of my rabbit traps. He had told me he was on a mission to foster friendlier relations with the lizardfolk. He was clearly lost and without sufficent skills to last for long in the wilderness. I offered him my services as a guide. He quickly took me up on my offer and we started out.\" \n\nKorlarth takes a moment to pull out his wineskin and take a long drink from it. Satisfied that his thirst is quenched, he continues.\n\n \"So we set out towards this here swamp. It quickly became apparent that his sense of direction and survival skills were sorely lacking. He habitually began wandering off, sure that the location he sought was just around the next tree. He would wander off as I took my rest, thinking that he could easily find his way back to me once he had discovered the lizardfolk. That never happened of course and I was forced to go track him down. I guess finally his luck ran out.\" \n\nOnce again, he bows his head slightly in the direction of the beheaded body.\n\n \"As for your offer, if you would be willing that would be most kind of you. I can tell you what plant is edible or what plant will keep you in an outhouse for a week, but the rites for a proper burial are beyond my knowledge.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nWhile Thoreal and the ranger converse trying to determine each others usefulness Calthoric pulls a winter blanket from the wagon and head to the decapitated body. Once there he begins to wrap the body tightly so no part of him is exposed. After the body is wrapped tightly he drags the corpse back to the wagon and lays it in the cart. \"Fortunately ...\" Calthoric waves his hands in an encouraging motion to coax a name from him. \"We have a priestess in our company. I am Calthoric Wintersbane of the northern territories. Forgive our trepidation but we have met many who are not as they say they are and then some that are as they say their not. We have recently suffered misfortune and have no means of payment for the services you offer. With that being said it is still more advantageous to travel the wilds of this swamp with greater numbers then alone. Perhaps when a town is reached an further arrangement can be made depending, of course, on the how adept your skills truly are.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI search the body and pilfer whatever it is I can if anything while wrapping it.\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\| (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\| (1d20+8)[ 13 ] [/table]\n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Smiles at the new face.\n\n \"Well, good thing I didn't mention anything about payment now did I? Having traveling companions through these swamps is good enough for me. As for my skills,\" I can tell ya that even though I ain't a cart maker, unless you plan on hoistin that thing on your back, it's not going anywhere. I don't think a single thing on that is usable. And if it were, your mule there wont be pulling it anytime soon\" \n\nHe walks over to where his deceased charge lay, wrapped up in the blanket.\n\n \"As for that body, I wouldn't suggest that we bring it along. There are enough carrion in these swamps that will take care of it. And even though that troll has departed with a full belly, the scent of the rotting carcass will certainly draw him or others like him.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\nThorael gives a \" wha...what the...wha? \" kind of look. His hands, half shrug, half point at Calthoric as he carts away the body. \" Yeah... the uh.. priestess ... I'll let Calthoric fill you in on that nightmare. Oh, names Thorael by the way. The rope trick you see us coming out of will last around another 11 hours or so. I'm not be going anywhere till after that time. If you intend on going after the troll, and wish my aid, you'll need to speak up. It may have a chance at influencing my spell preparation... \" The mage begins heading back toward the rope. \" Good idea Cal. Let the wen... ... Let the Priestess deal with the corpse. Her odds of getting us Killed are dramatically lessened when dealing with In-animate dead...and my odds of survival increase when shes dealing with something that decreases her odds of getting us killed and im up in the room... I'll be up in the room. \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Korlarth/Thorael[Check Spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \nYou get a spot check (DC 15)...\nPass \n Spoiler \nYou see Calthoric lifting a bag from the corpse of Akar\n \n\nFail \n Spoiler \n You see nothing\n \n\n \n\n\nCalthoric\n \n Spoiler \n You manage to remove a messenger bag from the body. I will let you open it when you feel the moment is right (i.e., when you are alone). Looks like you got a way with it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe bag contains:\nWhat you think is a spell book with the name Akar written in blue across the front. It contains the following spells:\n \n Spoiler \n0 level - All\n1st level - Identify, Magic Missile, Disguise Self, Magic Weapon, Feather Fall\n2nd level - Spider Climb, Acid Arrow\n \n\nA small bag of common spell components\nAnother book: A Field Guide to LizardFolk\n15 PP, 50 GP, 75 SP, 11 CP\nA blue gem - \n Spoiler \nlabradorite gem worth (5.5 gp)\n \n\nA brown gem - \n Spoiler \nsardonyx gem worth (37.8 gp)\n \n\nA Wand (You do not know what it is...see spoiler after it is identified) \n Spoiler \nWand of Color Spray (14 charges)\n \n\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Spot Check: (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n\nI'm clueless :)\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Spot - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n\nAhh... sweet sweet ignorance" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 34 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 1\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 2[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 22 /22 \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nCart\|200\nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\nCommon Lantern\|1\nManacles x2\|4\nTent x2\|40\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x28\|28\nWaterskin x4\|16\nOil(pint) x5\|5\nHealer's Kit\|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nRemaining quiet in response to Thorael's indirect taunts, the \"priestess\" slides down the rope stiffly. Rotating an arm as she tries to get rid of the aching, she gives Calthoric a helpless look. \"Unfortunately, training at the church didn't encompass all elements of the Faith. I know some rudimentary ceremonies, simply from observing them, but I haven't been instructed as such.\" Turning to the ranger, she gives a nod - the usual polite smile absent in the presence of her current humility. \"Calthoric is right; theres safety in numbers, and if you were there with us when we fought the troll, things might have gone a lot differently. I wouldn't mind an extra pair of arms. I'll perform what services I can for your former charge - and our poor beast. And you say there's nothing salvageable on the cart...? That's too bad, I spent a lot of money on all of that...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Here is what you are able to salvage from the Cart\n \n Spoiler \n\n Cart: \n{table] Item: \| Weight \n Cart \|200\nBedroll x4 (soaked with water and oil)\|20\nWinter Blanket x4 (soaked with water and oil)\|12\nFirewood(per day) x7\|140\n Common Lantern \|1\nManacles x2\|4\n Tent x2 \|40\n100' Silk Rope (soaked with water and oil)\|10\nRations(per day) x28 x8\|28\n Waterskin x4 \|16\n Oil(pint) x5 \|5\n Healer's Kit \|1\n Total: \| 477 lbs. \n[/table]\n \n\n You start to examine the remnants of the cart a strong smell of oil fills your lungs. You realize that the extra oil for the lanterns has spilled out. There are a few items that you are able to salvage but a lot of the items are beyond repair. You head up into the extradimentional space for the night and wake up early in the morning fearful that the spell will end. As you memorize/pray/whatever the spell ends dropping the rope down into the murk. \n\nChange your spells if needed. Will you continue west (you have 5 more days of travel till you reach the town)" }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 17/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic , Message, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Ray of Enfeeblement , Mount, Mount, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter , Invisibility , Summon Swarm, Invisibility \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Ray of Exhaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Mount \n \n \n \n\n \n\nThorael yawns and stretches his arms. He always finished his nightly meditation just before the dawn, and this day was no exception. A grin of pride comes over his face as he spys Gilly off in the corner, face buried in his magical tome. Its good to see him so dedicated to the art. Glancing around at the other rousing members of his close knit circle of friends, he begins his morning routine. \" So... we've had the night to sleep on it. Do we seek revenge for the fallen Arsefar and bongo, or press on to town? Am i to assist in the creatures distruction, or expedite our travel??\" \n - corner if it were a room and square and not a featureless demi-plane brought into being by the sheer will, determination, and arcane might of yours truely " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nSighing, Rasellia takes a look at the items she salvaged from the cart and dragged up into the extraplanar space. \"Well guys, I bought enough to do for the four of us - excluding our new company, of course - for a good week... but now most of it is ruined. The rations that remain will do us not even for 2 days, and the blankets and mattresses are soaked with oil. I'm already fairly heavily-loaded, but I can carry a few more pounds. I have a tent with me anyway, so that'll do for accomidations...\" Humming to herself before she starts to ramble, she responds to Thorael's question.\n\n \"I think if you prepare offensive spells, it will do both purposes... there's only so fast we can go in this muck, but if we're well-defended against any other creatures, we'll make slower, but probably steadier progress.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nTaking the following:\nRations(per day) x8\n50' oil-soaked silk rope\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric lifts a brow to Rasellia's new outlook and flashes a weak smile. \"The contents of the cart are not ruined. I do not think we can carry it all by ourselves. We'll have to divvy the contents out as best we can take only what is needed. I know some death ceremonies on terrain such as this is burning as it is unsuitable land to bury into the ground. Perhaps a pray will satisfy the ... requirements of the gods? and then we can set the cart a blaze and be gone. Calthoric starts to pack up the contents of the cart without disturbing the body that he placed into it as best he can.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended) \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Invisibility (Extended) \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\" Theres a difference between All offensive and some... why am i not surprised that all offensive would be the recommendation... Regardless, It sounds as if, quite wisely i might add, we'd rather just head on\nto town. I can Summon 4 mounts which can carry some gear. They will only appear with Bit, bridle and a riding saddle, but with some creative rope use i believe we can secure all of the salvaged gear. I will put Gilly to work immediately cleaning that which remains, Shouldn't take but an hour to prepare... and we can be on the road. I do seem to be short on powdered silver, and horse hair. You guys didn't come across any spell components or anything when you were preparing Ubars body for the hear after. He certainly wont be needing it. In fact, if he worshiped the aspect of Magic, he needs to be stripped of all worldly possessions, and burned with his head facing south, lest he be judged as greedy... \" Thorael climbs down the rope, and sets Gilly to prestidigitating clean all of the tents, rope, and anything else that quasi salvageable. He then summons 4 magnificent stallions. \" These beasts will last 1 full day. I'd suggest someone savvy with rope craft work on the harnesses and such, and someone needs to keep a look out while we break camp here. Westward! \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric\n \n Spoiler \nI updated what you found on Akar, there is a small bag of spell components.\n \n\n\nI will update later tonight you guys leaving. So if there is any unfinished business then finish it before then." }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth walks over to the newly summoned beasts and gives them a quick inspection. Finding no flaws with them, he turns to the mage.\n\n \"As I do not know the strengths or weakness of your companions, I must abstain from offering any suggestions as to what you should prepare for the day. I can, however, offer my assistance as to how to get out of this forsaken swamp and to the outskirts of civilization.\" He turns towards the headless body of his late charge \"I highly doubt that how his head faces is going to matter much.\" \n\nKorlarth goes about collecting his gear. At the sound of an eagle flying over, Korlarth smiles. He finds a decent size lizard lounging on a mossy tree branch and quickly grabs it. Neeth, his magnificent animal companion, will surely appreciate the tasty morsel later." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Map]\n \n Spoiler \n \nI mistakenly placed gilly on a horse, disregard gillys horse, i assume that he is ridding with Thoreal\n \n\n Gathering up your belonging and trying them to the magical beasts of burden you get ready for another day’s journey. With a few strikes of his flint and steel, Calthroic gets the cart ablaze, your nose if filled with the queasy smell of burning flesh. You silently say a prayer for the soon to be forgotten Aker and realize how easily it could have been you yesterday.\n\nYou travel for about an hour, your horse walking through the muddy landscape, and suddenly you feel a few drops upon your head. Then without warning, the drops turn into a downpour of rain. You continue heading west, or at least that is the direction that you hope Korlarth is leading you (Korlarth Survival check to keep from getting lost DC 18). The rain continues and you find yourself so focused upon the next step that your horse makes. You find that the horses seem to be struggling trudging forward in murky muddy water.\n\nThe day light starts to wane and soon you realize that it will be completely dark it has been a long day of traveling and you realize that you have at least a day’s walk or several more hours trudging through the dark to find your way out of this swamp (if you are not lost). It is at that point that a loud commotion snaps you out of your daydreaming. You have entered the outskirts of a clearing, you see six large swamp trolls to the southwest who look to be pushing each other around as they try to get mouthfuls of a large corpse. You heart starts to race, you wonder if they have seen you, will they see you? You exchange glances and then you see something else to the west. It looks to be a house on stilts with a staircase leading up the front to a porch. You see smoke billowing out of the chimney and a wonderful smell fills your lungs. You are not sure what the smell is but you know that it is not coming from the corpse the trolls are fighting\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\nTrying to stay focussed on the task at hand, Rasellia can't help but be reminded of the day before the fateful meeting with Thorael, Bolvar, and Calthoric in the ill-fated inn. The miserable rain weighing down on her clothing and spirits, the near-death experience also didn't help to quell the unpleasant memories.\n\nShe almost finds herself thankful for the immediate problem as it presents itself, her militaristic instincts flaring for a moment before she gets herself in check. Gripping the reins of the conjured steed, she addresses the so-called brains of the outfit. \"Though I doubt you'll say it, Thorael, give the word, and I'm ready.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended) \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended), Invisibility (Extended) \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\nRasing a surprised eyebrow, Thorael glances sideways at Rasellia, and gasps a mumbled \" Interesting... \" Taking a moment to survey the situation, and each of his companions in check, he stares back out upon the scene. wispering \" ...unless you can ask your god to shroud us in a veil of silence, we need to fall back. Its getting dark, and those Trolls are built to hunt at night. About 500 yards back there was a small patch of high ground. I can set up the rope trick. We can unload the gear, while Korlarth keeps an eye on this situation. Set free the horses, were not going much farther here tonight. Then we can come back and observe. Things get bad, we have an escape route. Not sure if thats the house's occupant they have there, or if they're in with the occupant. Either way we'll be in a position to Aid, Flee, Observe, or perhaps finish off the trolls that survive that scrum. Perhaps theyll kill eachother. Engaging now... i beleive... would be folly... \"" }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Survival Check (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n \n\n\nKorlarth leads the party on, a bit unsure that he is heading in the right direction. The darkness begins playing tricks on his vision and his confidence begins to wane.\n\nUpon sighting the trolls, he quickly dismounts and unslings his bow. Listening to the mage, he nods in agreement.\n\n \"I agree. Right now, we are no match for those beasts. After seeing what they can do, a half dozen of them would certainly slaughter us. Go make camp, I will keep an eye on them to make sure they do no come your way. \n\nWith that, Korlarth attempts to slip into the shadows where he can observe the trolls." }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": " Hide check: (1d20+8)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nNodding to the elf's thoughts, Rasellia acquiesces. \"Good enough. And although it's not my usual style, I do have the ability to cover us in a blanket of fog, should it be needed.\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " As Karlorth sits and watches the trolls feast upon the large corpse, he sees something interesting from the house. A small man bald man wearing a brown cloak, maybe a halfing or a gnome, comes out of the house to watch the trolls from the porch. You think that he sees you because he keeps looking in your direction and then starts to wave at you. " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth curses to himself. No sense in hiding now. he thinks to himself. Hoping that his skills at moving silently are better than his ability to blend into the surroundings, he makes his way over to the small man, his bow nocked and ready to shoot.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Silently: (1d20+6)[ 20 ] Hide Check: (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nAs Korloarth approaches the small man on the patio of the house, he can clearly see that it is a gnome. You can tell that the wonderful aroma is coming from inside this house. The small man smiles at him with shinny blue eyes and says \" Welcome new friend, it is a poor night to be without shelter. Where are the rest of your friends? They seem to be missing, did they leave you out here as bait for the trolls? Well the trolls will not harm you while you stay with me. You are welcome to come inside have have a bowl of soup. Your friends are welcome as well, as long as they are friends. I am Professor BibbleVop, but my friends call me Valious. Mayhap you have read my book 'A Field Guide to Lizardfolk?' I am here studying Swamp Trolls trying to finish my book on 'A Field Guide to Swamp Trolls,' there is an advanced half finished copy at the Red Tower in Nesmee, have you read it? Anyways, enough about me, who are you and why on the newts slimy back are you traveling through this swamp? It is quite dangerous with the savage swamp trolls and the Repakki lizardfolk tribe.\" " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth Tarvalla\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Korlarth Tarvalla \|Human\|Ranger\|6 LVL\|CG\|M\nhp: 41 /41 \|Init +1\| Spd \n\n30\| AC/T/FF\| 15/11/14\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+7 longsword / +2 Hand Axe\|dmg: 1d8+3 / 1d6+3\| Ranged Atk \|+7\n\nComposite Longbow\|dmg: 1d8+2\|\n SV\|Fort +9\| Ref +6\| Will +3\|\n STR 16\| DEX 12\| CON 14\| INT 10\| WIS 13\| CHA \n\n8[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Memorized \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n1 (DC:12)\| Charm Animal, Speak with Animals \| 1 \| 1 \| 2 \| 0\n2 (DC:13)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0\n3 (DC: 14)\| \| 0 \| 0 \| 0 \| 0[/table]\n\n Skills \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Climb \|1d20+2\| Concentration \|1d20+2\| Handle Animal \|1d20+9\|\n Heal \|1d20+6\| Hide \|1d20+8\| Listen \|1d20+6\|\n Move Silently \|1d20+6\| Ride \|1d20+7\| Search \|1d20+5\|\n Survival \|1d20+7\n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n\nKorlarth walks up the steps cautiously, unnocking his bow in the process. His hands brush up against the handles of his weapons involuntarily as he sizes up the gnome standing before him.\n \"My name is Korlarth Tarvalla. I was out this way as a guide for my late employer. He was seeking out the lizardfolk before he meet up with a rather temperamental troll. Perchance one of those ones who are dining in your yard there.\" He points to the Trolls who are savagely tearing through the carcass. I had stumbled upon a small party who had a rather unpleasant encounter with that troll as well. They are off right now setting up camp. I was tasked with keeping an eye on those trolls there to make sure they didn't interrupt them. If you don't mind, I'll sit a spell for a while, until those creatures are gone before retrieving them. I have faith in my abilities to not startle them, but cannot vouch for my companions. " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The grome smiles as talk about the trolls leaving and then replies \" I am sorry to disappoint you, but those Trolls are not going to be going away any time soon. It is mating season for trolls and I hope that after a good meal that they will be settling down for a nice romp in the swamp, if you know what I am saying. \" The gnome winks at Korlarth and takes out a book and a pen from under his robe. \" If safety is what your friends are looking for then I would suggest having them come here. This shelter is protected against trolls, they cannot even see us watching. When swamp trolls have their food they are generally harmless, in less you try to take away their food or get between them and their food. Speaking of food, I have been a rather poor host, would you like some stew. I must warn you, many find their stomach upset after eating the stew but others love it. I happen to love it and its medicinal properties. I will get us a bowl. \" Without waiting for an answer he rushes into the hut and returns with two bowls of steaming hot soup. He hands you a bowl. As you peer into the bowl you see a dark sludgy water with leaves sticks and large greenish white chunks which you believe to be chunks of some type of meat. The stew smells wonderful and you see the gnome greedily eating his. \"If you decide to not eat yours, I will gladly finish it for you.\" \n\nIf you decide to eat the stew\n \n Spoiler \nMake a fortitude save DC 15...\nif you pass...\n \n Spoiler \n The stew tastes wonderful to your pallet. You find yourself wondering if there is more stew. You also get a funny feeling running through your body. You look at your arm where a branch cut your skin as you traveled through the swamp, you see the wound healing before your very eyes. The gnome smiles at you \"I told you it was good.\" \n \n\nIf you fail...\n \n Spoiler \n The stew tastes hideously, it tastes like the gnome has taken swamp water and heated it up. You have never tasted something so vial in your life. You feel bile in your mouth and before you realize it your stomach contents are now inside the bowl and on the deck. The gnome frowns at you \"Well I guess I am not going to eat it now. Sorry chap, I guess the stew did not agree with your stomach I have some day old bread and some dried fish would that be better?.\" He takes a broom from the side of the deck and sweeps whatever you ate for lunch from the deck. He then quickly vanishes and then before you know it he has returned with some dried fish and bread. \n\nIf you eat the fish and bread...\n \n Spoiler \n It is the best dried fish and bread that you have ever had. It quickly takes the bile taste out of your mouth \n \n\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth takes the stew, his stomach rumbling. He realizes he has not eaten is quite a bit of time. Never one to be inhospitable, he accepts the soup and begins eating.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude Save: (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nHe continues to shovel the stew into his mouth, amazed at it's delicious aroma. Before he knows it, the bowl is empty.\n\n \"That was most delicious and quite a treat. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your gracious hospitality. If you will excuse me, I will go fetch my friends. I am sure that they would rather stay in the safety of this hut than a cramped up magical space.\" \n\nWith that, Korlarth quietly steps off the porch and heads to where he new found friends have made camp." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[Ayr, Chu, Wild]\n\n You see Korlarth coming back towards the higher ground where you are unpacking the magic horses. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric packs up the belongings and tied them to the mounts as he passes by Thoreal he hands a small bag to him. \"I seemed to have happened upon these and you seem like you are interested in what appears to be odd herbs and items. After satisfied with the securing of the items he rides in a silent behind the rest of his fellow party members. His mind aching to see what is written in the parchment he now possesses.\n\nThe rain dragging his mood even further down he stops and watches the trolls. Listening to Rasellia and Thoreal decide what to do he looks around his environ interested in the home on stilts. Thoreal's plan seeming solid he nods and absently goes about un-securing the parties items from the mounts and moving them to the rope trick.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nNoticing the ranger's return, Rasellia pauses in her unpacking. \"Have those monsters left, Korlarth? Is it safe to move on and investigate that hut?\" " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth walks up to Rasellia and motions the others to gather around.\n\n \"I am afraid that the trolls will be there a while. However, the hut is occupied by a gnome. He has assured me that bunking with him for the night is in our best interest. If you will all follow me, I will show you the way. We will be safe there for the night\" \n\nKorlarth waits for the others to grab their belongings." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"I'd prefer a roof over our heads to an empty void anyday, no offense, Thorael... Though things probably aren't what they seem with this gnome... we'd best be on our guard.\" Packing back up the few things she had taken down, she makes ready to head over towards where the ranger came from." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Rasellia and ther companions gather up their belongings and trek back to where they last got a glimpse of the hut and the trolls. The trolls have turned even more savage with each other as seem to be wrestling together in a large pile. You see the gnome Karlorth described sitting in a chair watching and scribbling inot a book. He does not seem to notice you until you step upon the stairs on his deck. \" Helloo,\" he warmly greets you,\" I am Professor BibbleVop, but you can call me Valious. I asked Karlorth, but he has not read it, but mayhaps one of you have read my book 'A Field Guide to Lizardfolk?' As I was telling Korlarth, I am here studying Swamp Trolls trying to finish my book on 'A Field Guide to Swamp Trolls,' there is an advanced half finished copy at the Red Tower in Nesmee, have you read it? Anyways, I am sure that Korlarth testified to the my wonderful strew, lets go in and have a bowl or two and you can tell me why you are in the swamp and where you are going. \"\n\nThe professor enters the hut and you finish unloading the horses before reluctantly following the gnome inside. Inisde the hut is fairly nice, there are plenty of books on the shelves along with papers scattered along the floor. You smell the wonderful smell from before and you see the professor filling bowls and passing them to each of you. The professor starts quickly gobbling down a bowl and while he is getting another bowl ready for himself, he asks, \" So tell me, why are you here?\" Karlorth also is greedily eating down his bowl of stew. \n\nIf you eat the stew...\n \n Spoiler \nMake a fortitude save DC 15...\nif you pass...\n \n Spoiler \nThe stew tastes wonderful to your pallet. You find yourself wondering if there is more stew. You also get a funny feeling running through your body. You look at your arm where a branch cut your skin as you traveled through the swamp (or you feel the dull pain of a blister of your foot disappearing), you see the wound healing before your very eyes. The gnome smiles at you \"I told you it was good.\"\n \n\nIf you fail.... \n Spoiler \nThe stew tastes hideously, it tastes like the gnome has taken swamp water and heated it up. You have never tasted something so vial in your life. You feel bile in your mouth and before you realize it your stomach contents are now inside the bowl and on to the floor. The gnome frowns at you \"Sorry chap, I guess the stew did not agree with your stomach I have some day old bread and some dried fish would that be better?.\" He takes a broom from the side of the wall and sweeps whatever you ate for lunch from the floor outside. He then quickly grabs some dried fish and bread.\n\nIf you eat the fish and bread... \n Spoiler \nIt is the best dried fish and bread that you have ever had. It quickly takes the bile taste out of your mouth\n \n\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric plays with the stew before him with his spoon before he sets it down on table near the pot. Thank you for your generous offer Professor BibbleVop. I am Calthoric Wintersbane of the northern territories.\" Calthoric bows low and regally in a practiced manner. \"Your book on lizard folk has been almost a handbook for my house and I have declared it required reading due to the unprecedented recent activity of their kind as of late. I look forward to being able to read your works on trolls. Currently we are trying to negotiate trade routes with the city that lays west of the swamps and are traveling through the swamps to determine how difficult travel will be to get goods back and forth. Back to the point brought on by the mention of your book, I understand there are lizard folk in this swamp as well. Can you tell me of the clans of the area and any recent dealings that you might have had with them?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The professor looks excited that you read his book. \" What did you think about the thoughts on cohabitation of cities? You see that in the far south lizardfolk actually have huge stone cities in the marshes. They are quite impressive. Unfortunately, the lizardfolk up here in the north are not quite as civilized as the southern folk. However, in chapter 5 i postulate that we should think of ways that we can help the lizardfolk instead of hunting them in the swamps. I am guessing since your family enjoys my book that you are keen on my ideas of treaties with teh lizardfolk and hopefully incorporating them into our society, much like you are doing traveling with a goblin. As far as my dealing with the lizardfolk in this area, as you recall from chapter 2 through 4, i lived with the lizardfolk here in this area for almost 5 years. I still keep in regular touch with them. They really do help out the town by lowering the troll population. Did you know that both Lizardfolk and Trolls find each other delicious?\n\nSo you are in the business of transporting bake goods. Have you been to the town in the west? I am not really sure that transport through the swamp is the best way....let alone, why would they really need bake goods? They do not really seem like the pastry type.\n\nGetting back to my book, did you happen to bring your copy. I tell people that they should never leave home without it, especially if they have the chance of running into Lizardfolk. It has a list of phrases that might come in handy like, 'Gooosssh dos, sssven.' Translated it means, 'where did i put the salted meat?' I would be happy to sign your copy... \" The little man digs a pen out from inside his pocket " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended) \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Invisibility (Extended) \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \nThorael's eyes scour the hut. His attention diverted until mention of Gilly, at which point his attention is fully gained. \" Goblins were meant to be a race of Light gnome. Lizardfolk? Trolls? Both were spawned by Dark lords in dark places near the onset of time. There is much, however, to be said about knowing your enemies and their habits. Tell me... what protections keep this hut safe from the trolls? \" Glancing half heartedly into the stew, he prods at it with his spoon, not yet sampling the questionably tasty dish..." }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth looks at his companions as they fiddle with their stew. Unable to not eat more, he continues to shovel it into his mouth. Between bites he address his companions.\n\n \"The stew is quite good I can assure you. Don't be shy, eat up!\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The Gnome smiles at Thoreal's comment. \" I dear say elvin man, that you are right about your account that the Elvin history suggests that Lizardfolk came from the 'Dark Lord.' However, if you go to the ancient temples and read the stone carvings you find that they believe they came from born from the sea alligator who ruled the oceans. Their God fell in love with this creature and from the alligators womb they were created. Calthoric can a test to this, am i right, you have read chapter 7 on Lizardfolk mythology, rituals, and beliefs. Anyways, back to your question, while was down in the south, i noticed that the trolls do not enter the temples but will walk right by them and i found this fascinating so i asked Elder Fffvesn, which translated is One whose eye burns red and who laps up the blood of his enemies. The interesting thing about his name is that the emphasis is on a single eye, which I postulate that is referring to the third eye or the unconscious voice or visions that he may see. Now red, being a color that is not commonly found in the swamp might refer to....\" The gnome lectures on you find yourself spacing out on his discourses until some one coughs and it snaps him back. \"Oh golly geez, i have done it again, i just so easily get off topic. Anyways, so it turns out that the lizardfolk use a protection spell on their temples to keep the trolls out while they worship. This also allows them to raise their young in a protected environment without having to worry about the trolls eating their babies, which they call Sevvvens....but Calthoric can fill you in on those. I have a whole chapter with pictures on the Lizardfolk prenatal development. So, i learned their spells, one that protects buildings and another that protects individuals. They work similar to spells like protection from evil. I am very disappointed that Calthoric did not tell you before heading here, he of course has read my book. My books specifies that the scrolls can be purchased at the Red Tower for a very low cost.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended), Mount (Extended) \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Rope Trick (Extended) , Invisibility (Extended) \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\" We met with less than a warm welcome at the red tower. While taking the tour some hoodlum apparently attempted to touch one of the artifacts. They say it happens all the time. The entire tour group was gassed, robbed of all coin, and summarily tossed out. Needless to say, my aspirations of joining that learned society is, and has been... off to a slow start.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Bluff - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] Not sure if i need it, as theres not an untruth in that statement.\n\nedit: awsome!! lets hope i dont need it\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome sighs, \"I must apologize for my brothern, they can often be a tad overbearing at times. I was trying to get them to install my cousins security system. He has been working long and hard on it and he has had few inquires on it. It is really the latest in gnomish technology, however, they seem to believe that magical traps are the only way. I would rather disagree. Can i offer you anything else to eat? More soup? Fish and bread?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nThe half-elf keeps to herself, not caring much for the rambling of the gnome and his tiresome topics, nor the resident wizard's penchant for such things. She mulls over the stew for a bit, before deciding it'd be safer to stick with her trail rations; she didn't want to seem rude and try to detect any poisons within the concoction." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric listens to each as they put in the comments. \"I thought your opinions of cohabitation a bit...eager. From my dealings with the lizard folk they have seldom had any interest in anything other then claiming anything they saw as theirs. As to attesting to anything you have written i can only attest to the fact it was in the book and it is your belief. I know not if it is truth or speculation. I do not carry your book with me and it has been a long while since i have read it. I am a bit foggy on some of the points but the key points I do remember. Do you have copies of these protection spells that you are willing to sell to us? As Master Thoreal has stated we had an unfortunate incident at the red tower so funds are in little supply but we may have items to trade. You also seem a fellow who knows these swamps well if you can supply us with a map of a safe passage through the swamp would be advantageous for our immediate need as well as for our future trade route.\" Calthoric looks to the stew once again but cannot get past the way it looks. Stammering a bit and scratching his head he looks to the gnome.\n\n \"Master BibbleVop I would prefer the fish and bread if it is not too much trouble as my stomach is a bit too weak to try an exotic food at the moment.\" Finding a comfortable place to sit in the crowded hut, Calthoric once again looks around the small building. \"You have an impressive collection of wares here. This place is not easiest to reach where do you obtain your provisions from?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome smiles as he brings over a plate full of fish and bread, \" I do know of a guide that can get you through the swamp unscathed; however, he is one of the lizard folk that I am unsure if you believe that you can trust them. I get my supplies from teh lizard folk, one of them polymorphs into a human and enters the town purchasing goods for me and I barter for those goods with protection spells, knowledge, and friendship. \" \n\nIf you eat the fish...\n \n Spoiler \nThe fish and bread taste wonderful\n " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nTaking the bread Calthoric makes a sandwich with the fish and takes a bite nodding its tastiness to the gnome. After finishing his swallow of food he wipes the corners of his mouth and continues. \"I am not sure how much I am currently willing to trust a guide, especially one that is a lizard folk. Being from the northern territories you can understand my trepidation. I am not closed minded enough to not listen to advice. I am curious, however, if the southern tribes are as you say they are, whey do they need to polymorph to enter local towns?\" His stomach rumbling slightly Calthoric places his hand over his stomach. \"Forgive me, I did mention my stomach was not up to the task of food this day. I need to use the privy. I am assuming with lack of space any tree will do? After hearing the Gnomes response he leaves the shack for a brief period of time.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRumbling due to mostly hunger not any affliction. Once alone I will read the not found off the mage. Will go to G1 and hide.\n\n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\| (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \|Move Silently\| (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome frowns, \" The lizardfolk here are hunted by the towns people, they do not understand how much these creatures are like themselves. It is really quite sad. They polymorph so that they are not killed on site by the humans.\" \n\nCalthoric\n \n Spoiler \nHere are the contents of the bag. \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Calthoric leaves for a few moments and while he is gone there is a knock on the door. The gnome answers the door, you see two lizard men standing at the door. The gnome greats them in a language you do not understand, \"Goughsu vavenss maenten takenven ddsvene sdienss mendigedne tiwth withthen gennesnesven.\" The lizardmen reply, \"Gemandisme, emsne geef e eande s enesee s eened ensefeeve ffesven ssse\" The gnome lets the two lizard men inside the hut and gives them each a bowl of soup which they greedily consume. The gnome turns to you and says, \" I would like to introduce you to Rakkie and Svn, two of my friends here in the swamp. They happened to be coming through the area and wanted some dinner. They are willing to take you to the town for a small price. They need someone in town disposed of, a man who has been paying for the heads of lizardfolk. He will not leave the confines of the town and an ambush of the town by the lizardfolk will not work. Would you be willing to dispose of this evil man?\" " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth puts his bowl down and addresses the odd gnome.\n\n \"Is there no way to convince this man that his deeds are unjust? Surely killing him is rather rash when a course of dialogs might work in it's place? " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"Normally I would agree with Korlarth here. However, from what I can see, these creatures are no less intelligent than we are, and putting a bounty on a sentient race, simply because they are different, is inexcuseable. Of course, we'll need to hear his side of the story before anything can be done.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "\" Typically anything that Rasellia believes to be a \"good idea\" leads directly to our impending doom. By way of inversion logic, i would then say anything she deems as a bad idea to be.... intrinsically beneficial to us. With that being said, i say we slay this evil cranial merchant where he sits, but that's just my small small two coppers... \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome frowns and then angerly says, \"I tried to reason with the man before I was thrown out of the town for my beliefs. I used to have a laboratory in that god forsaken hell hole, but that horrid man Dale came and thought it would be a good idea to remove the lizardfolk form the land. When he found out my beliefs and my research he burned down my laboratory and his men through me out into the woods. If it were not for my friends, i would have been killed by trolls that night. I do not think that he has any reason left in him.\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \"That's terrible to hear, Sir, and certainly if this all turns out to be true, he must pay for this. But we can't waltz into a town with one side of the story with intent to kill a man. That would be an affront to Justice, not to mention common sense...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome shakes his head, \" This is not Nesmee child, it is far far from that. You will understand when you get to the town. Let me ask you this, who would build a town in a swamp next to the sea?\" " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nShe raises an eyebrow, finding the question somewhat hypocritical. \"Perhaps the same people who build a shack in the middle of the same swamp to observe generally dangerous creatures... er... copulating...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[I]The Gnome looks at Rasellia astonished, The world is very curious about the mating rituals of the Swamp Trolls. For instance, understanding the gestational period of the creatures and how many young they produce, how often they mate can give us an idea about population growth and how to control the trolls growth rate so that they do not encroach upon human establishments. I have spent extensive time dissecting the creatures, it is quite interesting that the male trolls have rather large units....\" The little man rambles on about the trolls anatomy, until he sees you starting to yawn. \"I am sure that you have had a long day, is there any other topics that you wish to address before bed?\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n\nCalthoric rips off the cover to the spell book and buries it in the bog of the swamp. Keeping the wand in hand he walks back into the hut. A mild expression of surprise and suspicion draped across his face eying the two lizard folk. Moving to Thoreal he hands the wand to him \"I found this jutting up from the bog while outside, it looked important. Exactly what did I miss? \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome says with a smile, \"That tis not my wand, i lost a green wand in the swamp but not a mulitcolored one.\" He then proceeds to fill in calthoric on what the lizardmen have been saying. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric shrugs at the gnomes comments of the wand and looks to him with a scowling frown. His posture as regal as he can make it. \"Professor BibbleVop that is hardly a proper request especially with the only compensation being a guided tour from the swamps. To a more worthy topic for now until more is offered....I would like to see a lizard folk community in action and determine for myself if your book holds merit. Perhaps more can be arranged by speaking with the cheifton or whoever is in charge.\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\| (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\| (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The gnome gets a puzzled look on his face and then addresses the lizardmen, \" Gooven zqandxer andsm andlaenslk...and;lsken adkne.\" They then reply back to him, \" Govikin, amdksn, ankeoiin, sssnem\" \" He turns back to Calthoric, \"It can be arranged for you to see the their city. Additionally, what other compensation would you need to preform this task?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " You rest for the night, you sleep well even through you can hear the patter of rain on the huts roof. The morning greets you feeling refreshed and ready for the day. The gnome has a large breakfast ready for you of wonderful tasting bread, fish, eggs, and wine. The food is divine and you wonder how a little man in the middle of nowhere can get food to taste this wonderful. It kind of makes you wish that you had tasted the stew last night. The gnome addresses you as you get ready to leave, \"So, what is your plan? Are you going to head to the town with a guide, without a guide or to the lizardfolk city?\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " \"Tis a very good question you pose indeed good gnome. I for one, say we continue with the original plan. Head into town, after appriopriate morning preparations of course... The guides would be most welcome, but it is not my call... i leave it to the group\" Bowing humbly thorael motions to his companions." }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nRasellia nods in agreement. \"The guides would be appreciated, however, we cannot make any promises as to what we will or won't do to this alleged bounty hunter... I'd like to look into it myself, but again, I can't make any promises.\" She heads out the door to watch the sun rise and to meditate." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n The gnome speaks to the lizardfolk, \"Gaven amsen anfeka knalkens kaneknaflen vaeknem\" . They then turn to you and say, \" Seens, esnemmk aneakmea meeeknaem deenmeken.\" The gnome translates as they speak, \" \"I with lead you to the town, i ask nothing in return except that if you find this man to be worthy of death for the deeds he has committed then you will punish him.\" \n You pack up your stuff after you morning rituals and head off into the swamp once again the good gnome waving good by as you walk away. However, at first you are hesitant in the leadership of your guides. However, within a few hours and after not seeing a single troll you come out of the swamp and you see a small town surrounded by a wooden wall. The ground is soggy as you march onward, your guides have quietly slipped back into the swamp before you could even thank them. As you get close to the town you see the heads of lizardmen placed upon spikes leading up to the town. TO the east you can see a small docks outside of the town gates, about a fourth of a mile walk. There are no ships at the docks. Two guards barely notice you as their eyes dart from their card game to your faces as you enter the town. The town is run down, many buildings are in shambles and the smell of stale water, death, urine, and feces fill your nostrils. You see a few downward cast faces walking through the town. From your vantage point you gather that there are houses to the north and south of your present location. A general store lies to your immediate south, a bar to your north, a magic shoppe to the northeast, a warehouse to the southeast and what looks to be another bar and also a Inn to the east. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter, Invisibility, Knock, Summon Swarm \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Ray of Ehaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\n \"Ahh... civilization at last. We should procure sleeping arrangement. I, however am going to visit that wizards abode. Shall we meet in the Inn in a few minutes.\" Thorael chuckles to himself over his clever use of homonyms, and then makes his way to the mage shoppe." }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nNodding to Thoreal \"I also wish to check some of the shops in the area. I think this town has promise of having things available that others might not. I shall meet you at the inn shortly. \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP}\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nThorael -\n\n With Gilly in tow, you enter the magic shoppe, the old door creeks open and a human wizard looks up from several vials he has been combining. \"What do you want mate? We are about to close.\" The room is filled with books, scrolls, and clutter. There is a weapon rack on one wall and papers clutter the floor. \n\nCalthoric -\n\n The first store you see is the general store. You enter and a attractive but burly woman looks up from tattooing herself on the forearm. \"What can i do for you sweetie?\" She asks with a smile " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " \"Closing time... oh bother. Nothing that cannot wait until the morning. I wanted to resupply my component pouches and see what the goings on here were. I couldnt help but notice your... festive decorations as i entered town. You see i was beset by Bandits, my main spell books stolen, and i was left with naught but my spare book and a few crumbs of regent. But there i go... i'll keep you here all night if you don't stop me now. Intelligent conversation is something I have been long without...\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Thorael -\n\n \"I am sorry, I thought that you were one of the livestock that calls themselves men. I am always up for some intelligent conversation, would you like some tea? I notice that you are not in your red robes, are you not a member of the order? It really does not matter in this god forsaken hell hole, I would take any intelligent wizard over the ramble that lives in this town. Since Professor BibbleVop left, things have been vastly boring. Dam order assignments. Anyways, I would be happy to sell you spells and components at the same price that you would get them in Nesmee. No use gouging a fellow wizard. Is there something that you are looking for in this town? It is not easy to find and I am guessing you did not come by ship for not a ship has come into port in several days, I am expecting a shipment so I have kept careful watch.\" \n He opens the door and flips the sign to closed and then moves two chairs closer to the fire, he pours you a cup of tea and takes out a platter of cookies and motions for you to sit down. \n\nYou can buy spells/components for phb prices." }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter, Invisibility, Knock, Summon Swarm \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Ray of Ehaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\" Stretching out by a fire... a spectacular idea. \" Thorael, takes one of the chairs, and removes his left boot. Pouring a bit of water out on the ground, he wriggles his toes before the flame. Catching Gillys eye, the mage give his apprentice the look which indicates, look out for trouble and fetch the others if it arrives . Stretching his arms high above his head, he interlocks his fingers as he brings his head to rest in his cupped hands. With a lean to the left, and then to the right an audible pop breaks the silence as the mages back rights itself with a satisfied sigh. Reaching down to pour the tea for himself and his host, he looks over his host as he takes a cookie. \" ...Although you cannot tell, these robes are a shade of red, although not of your orders. Weeks in the swamp will do that to them. I actually sought entry into the Order, but things were amiss in the Tower. There were several attempted robberies in the course of a day, and... well needless to say, the admissions department was quite busy. Had not one of my companions run afoul of one of the noble houses, and cut our visit short, i may very well be one of your brothers today \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Thorael -\n You and the magic shopkeeper talk for hours on everything from the new theories of magic to current events, mostly the events of nesmee. The conversation seems to be steered clear away from this town. The hours seem to fly by, you gage the time to be well after midnight. You look back to Gilly who is slumped by the door sleeping. The mage smiles at your sleeping companion and says, \" They sure do not make apprentices like they used to...\" He gets up and grabs a piece of paper and makes a few scribbles on it and then places it in an envelope sealing it with some wax and his signet ring. He smiles as he hands you the envelope \"When you go to inquire about joining, present this letter of recommendation, I am sure that your application will pass through much quicker. I have a few friends in admissions.\" " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": "Thorael takes the letter a smile and a nod. Glancing back at Gilly the mage yawns. \" ...aaaawwwgh. It's getting late, and i thank you for your hospitality. I'll return in the daylight, and we can conduct some actual business. See if i cant put a few coins into that till of yours \" Putting his boots back on, the wizard stands, a walks over to Gilly. With a prod of his boot and a wink of his eye, he rouses the apprentice. Gilly knew his job well, and was exceptional at it. \" ...again, my thanks. \" Turning to the door, and then back to the shopkeeper. \" Oh, before i go... what is with the Pikes and the uh... well... the 'walkway' into town here. Can't imagine decorations of that sort help out with the tourism and trade. \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Thorael -\n\n The wizard shakes his head, \"Nothing here is geared towards tourism or trade. This is a place where people come to disappear for a while. One of those who wished to disappear is a merchant from Nesmee. His name escapes me at the moment, however, he is using his money to eradicate the lizardmen who live in the swamp. I believe that he has actually found a buyer who is interested in their skins. He pays quite well, from what i have heard, but that is really only hearsay. If i were you, i would steer clear of him. Professor BibbleVop had a run in with him and he was killed. So be wary of the trouble that you stir up in town. This town is not Nesmee, you will have no guards keeping trouble off of your back. I would have some offensive spells ready.\" \n\nParty -\n\n You enter the inn, it is a grimy building that smells like body odor. A dirty woman stands behind a desk. She smiles a toothless grin as you enter. \"You looking for a bed, we be the only Inn in town. We have single beds but no single rooms. The cost is 5 silver a night. 1 gold if you want clean sheets.\" She grins as she looks you over. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter, Invisibility, Knock, Summon Swarm \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Ray of Ehaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\" Bah... offensive spells are so... gauche. Bend reality around your beat sticks is my philosphy. Thanks for the Hospitality and the warning... i'll take it to heart \" With a wink and a bow, thorael makes his way to to the inn" }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth walks into the Inn, his nose wrinkling with the stench that assaults him. The though of sleeping here churns his stomach. As much as he would love to spend the evening amongst the stars, he knew that around here that would be a decision he might regret. He reaches into his pouch, pulling out a small handful of coin. He drops 5 silver on the counter.\n\n \"I will pass on the sheets. I have a feeling that your version of clean is in no way the same as mine\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The innkeeper takes Korlath's money and points out a bed in the common room, as he walks over, he can see that the sheets are muddy and dirty. It appears that something might be crawling in them as well. " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nFlashing a lavish smile to the shop keep, Calthoric stands as regal as he can in his filthy armor. \"Hopefully you can do quite a bit for me. First, I need a place to change out of these dingy cloths and second I will need a place to have my armor cleaned off. I am also interested in items that are of better quality then my current blade and bow. They proved most inadequate in the swamps. Other then that I will just browse your store. Now where may I change?\" \n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nLooking around the room uncontentedly, Rasellia speaks to Korlarth lowly. \"There's something wrong about this entire town... Something reeks of decay, moral and physical... I'm going to investigate. I don't particularly like the look of this inn either, so I'll probably sleep elsewhere, if I can find it. Will you accompany me? Or will you be here if I need to find you?\" " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric -\n\n The clerk looks at you a little funny, \"I an not sure what type of treatment you are used to, but here in these parts most folk do not try on clothing in the store. If you want to buy some new clothing, i would be happy to sell it to you and after you buy it, feel free to change in the outhouse out back. I only have basic equipment and some weapons, if you are looking for something more powerful stop by the blacksmith in the east of town. If you are looking for something magical, then try the magic shoppe across the courtyard, he enchants weapons. Is there any goods that i could sell you here?\" \n\n[All items are 3x the PHB prices - most items and some weapons can be found here [no masterwork / plate armor]\n\n[If you attempt to haggle; diplomacy DC 20]\n \n Spoiler \nYou talk her down to 2x PHB prices\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nLooking around outside of the inn door [ OOC: Pending Korlarth's response ], Rasellia tries to discern where the shadier part of town is... which could very well be a difficult task, given the town's default level of seediness.\n\nWrinkling up her nose as she sniffs, she stretches, straying southward, chanting a cautious protective spell around herself before she slips down an alleyway.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting shield of faith +3 \n+3 deflection modifier to AC (19/13/19)\nMoving towards the alleyway at w30\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[map] \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nRasellia -\n You wonder down the alley way, you see small houses which also might double for questionable businesses. You feel very uncomfortable with the high level of seediness this town has to offer " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nKeeping a cautious palm on the hilt of her sword, she continues her stroll into the seedier parts of down, keeping her eyes peeled for any sort of trouble that was brewing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBasically just meandering around for an hour or so. If anything doesn't happen, she'll return to the inn\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Rasellia -\n\n As you walk down the street you cannot help but feel out of place. You, in your priestly garments, seem to stick out like a sour thumb. Walking around you feel as if people are watching you and monitoring your every move. You see several deals going down in the alleys, what they are selling you have no idea, there are call girls also walking the alleys flashing their goods. Even walking in the shady parts of Nesmee you never saw this outward display of immoral activities. " }, { "author": "Thanos", "message": "Korlarth pokes at the bed, trying to chase out whatever decided to make it's home there. After watching a few small animals scurry off, he lifts to sheets to make sure nothing dangerous has decided to call the bed it's home. He rolls out his bedroll atop the muddy sheets and tests out the bed. He had slept in worse spots he supposed. Once satisfied that the bed would pass muster, he heads back out into the bar area and finds an unoccupied table. Sitting down, he orders a drink and listens to the murmurs of the crowd." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Korlarth -\n\nYou walk into the bar, it is a seedy place, one table is surrounded by burly men and one man whom they all seem to be laughing at his jokes. This man is dressed in a more elegant fashion. Beyond this party of folks, there are a few barmaids cleaning up tables and a dwarf in platemail sitting at the bar. He looks at you when you enter and then back to his pitcher of beer that he is drinking from. One of his eyes is covered with an eye patch, a scar runs across his face and he looks like he has seen death several times and lived to tell the tales. \n Rasellia -\n\nContinuing your walk back towards the inn a man walks closely by you (w29).\n \nSpot check DC 26\nIf you make it... \n Spoiler \nYou see what looks to be your coin purse in his hands\n \n\n\nIf you fail...\n \n Spoiler \nBeing in these dark alleys make you feel uncomfortable...when you get back to the inn you will notice that your coin purse is missing\n \n\n\nThoreal -\n\n You will be walking back to the inn shortly (after Calthoric posts his actions) \n\nCalthoric -\n\n???" }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nSighing in disappointment, Rasellia heads back to the inn, not making much of the strange man who brushed by her. Despite all the seediness of this place, there wasn't anyone being wronged, from what she could tell, and deemed it unwise to trot around hollering at drug dealers and prostitutes.\n\nUpon arriving at the inn, she gives a shrug to Korlarth, her search turning up nothing. Walking up to the innkeeper, she greets her politely. \"Greeting, Madam. I'd like a room with as clean sheets as you can manage... A gold piece you said the price was?\" She roots around for her coin pouch, a troubled look going over her face as she fails to find it. \"H... huh... hold that thought...\" Where did I lose it... in the swamp? No, I checked before I came into town how much money I had... must have been one of those lowl- She stops herself. \"It was him!! That bastard!\" Turning around, she storms out the door, eyes flaring and teeth grinding.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWisdom check to recall his face?\n (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n Wisdom check to recall his face?\n [11] \n \n\n Try as you might, you cannot remember his face, you do not even think that you saw it as he narrowly pass along side of you. Thinking back, there were many people who passed closely to you while you were in the alleys, you are not even sure who might have taken your coin purse " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric chuckles at the shop keeps comments. \"You have no goods that I am interested in and I am sure the outhouse is more then likely a cleaner place to change. In any event perhaps you know of the one offering bounties on lizard folk?\" \n\nAfter hearing the keeps information Calthoric makes his way back to the Inn where everyone choose as a group meeting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Calthoric -\n\n \"The man you are looking for is Dale, at this time of night you will likely find him at the bar across the street from the inn. He is runs the only legitimate merchant house in this town.\" \n\n\nEveryone Else -\n[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Calthoric enters the inn, seeing none of his comrades he is about to leave when Thoreal enters with a smirk on his face. The innkeeper asks if you want a bed. You see a rat run across the floor and hide beneath another bunk.\n\nRasellia and Korlarth are now sitting at a table in the bar across the street " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\n \"A bed sounds like an....\" Calthoric watches the rat scramble across the room. \"acceptable idea. Though I have more interest in finding a person by the name of Dale. He is a merchant in these parts.\" Handing the spell book with the torn off cover to Thoreal, Calthoric looks about the tavern patrons. \"Someone dropped this in the street and i know you have an affinity for books.\" Calthoric continues to watch the tavern patrons to see how people react to the mention of the merchants name.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "Thoreal/Calthoric -\n\n \"If you are looking for Dale, he is most likely in the bar across the street with follo...er...friends.\" Replied the innkeeper to your quarry. " }, { "author": "Ayrynthyn", "message": " Thorael of Baelsgreen \n \n Spoiler \n{table] Thorael \|Elf\|Wizard\|LVL 6\|LN\|MED\n hp: 23/23\| Init +2\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|12/12/10\|Robes\n Melee Atk \| +2 Longsword \| dmg: 1d8-1 \| Ranged Atk \| +5 Lt XBow \| dmg: 1d8 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +4\| Will +5\|\n STR 8\| DEX 15\| CON 12\| INT 16\| WIS 10\| CHA 12[/table]\n\nSpells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (4) Cantrips [DC 13] - Touch of Fatigue, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Prestidigitation \n (4) Level 1 [DC 14] - Animate Rope, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, Ray of Enfeeblement \n (4) Level 2 [DC 15] - Hideous Laughter, Invisibility, Knock, Summon Swarm \n (3) Level 3 [DC 16] - Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Ray of Ehaustion \n \nGilly \n Spoiler \n {table] Gilly \|Goblin\|-\|-\|-\|Small\n hp: 5/5\| Init +1\| Spd 30\| AC/T/FF \|15/12/14\|Leather Armor\n Melee Atk \| +2 Morning Star \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \| +3 Javelin \| dmg: 1d4 \n SV \| Fort +3\| Ref +1\| Will -1\|\n STR 8\| DEX 10\| CON 9\| INT 13\| WIS 12\| CHA 9[/table] \n\nGilly Spells...\n \n Spoiler \n Arcane Spells Readied \n (3) Cantrips [DC 11] - Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation \n (2) Level 1 [DC 12] - Magic Missile, Magic Missile \n \n \n \n\n \n\n\" How generous of you Cal... and here i haven't gotten you anything. I must say, you are a master of cleaning as well. The pristine wand you found in the bog . Nary a drop of mud or a spec of moss on it. And now this book... found in the street, yet again no mud, no dirt, no...cover \" With a roll of his eyes, a smirk on his face, a shake of his head and a quick wink, Thorael heads to the door. \" ... we had best get over to that bar before the queen of calamity gets herself into any trouble. \"" }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "[MAP]\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\n[Calthoric see spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \nYou realize that you know Dale. He was a fence you used to pawn off good on. He was a fair man, as far a thieves go, always willing to take what ever goods you managed to acquire and passing it off under city officials noses.\n \n\n\nThoreal and Calthroic (and the rest of the party)\n You enter the bar, it is empty except for a lone dwarf drinking a pitcher of ale, several barmaids cleaning and a table of men. The table of men looks up at you as you enter. \"Cal, is that really you?\" asks the well dressed man at the table full of men. \"What have you been up to? I am guessing it is good business. Is the fuzz coming down on you and you came here to get out of the heat? You still working out of Nesmee? Our city is the perfect place to let people forget who you are. Grow a beard and long hair. You pull any good jobs? You remember that Inn we scammed, tell my men here the story, they never believe me.\" " }, { "author": "Wildboy", "message": "{table] Calthoric Wintersbane \| Human\| Rogue\| LVL 6 \| CN \|MED\nhp: 34/34 \| Init +3 \| Spd 30 \| AC/T/FF \| 15/13/12 \| Leather Armor\nMelee Atk \|+4 Short Sword \| dmg: 1d6 \| Ranged Atk \|+7 Short Bow \| dmg: 1d6\nSV \| Fort +4 \| Ref +8 \| Wil +1\|\|Arrows:52\nSTR 10 \| DEX 16 \| CON 14 \| INT 13 \| WIS 8 \| CHA 12\n[/table]\n\nCalthoric's eyes widen at the sight of Dale, not expecting him to be the one he originally planned gathering the bounty on. \"Dale!!, you salty dog of spittoon ridden filth.\" Calthoric leads Thoreal by the sleeve of his garment over to the table of men. Letting out a chorttle of a laugh he looks to Dale then the table of men. \"By the gods man, I have not thought about that night since it's happenings. There I was covered in slime from head to toe, I had just crawled out of the sewer....literally, and this barmaid slash owner holding her nose comes up to me asking if I was lost. So I says to her 'you daft wench, no I'm not lost I am one of the bank clerks that came to place foreclosure on this establishment for not paying your taxes and i was robbed on my way here and thrown into the sewer.' Her eyes grew as big as deep sea pearls. She starts clammering to me how she paid her taxes and whatever. So I tells her 'look, it was never received and by what has happened to me, being covered in slime and my story of being robbed, the same thing probably happened to your monies. But since I am feeling in such a humiliated mood I want a room and pay only half your taxes and I will clear the matter for ya. Can ya believe that dumb wench gave me a room and 45 gold pieces to boot.\" Calthoric slaps his hands on the table laughing almost to tears. \"Now which of you sod's are going to buy me a drink? And none of that cheap swill they serve on merchant vessels neither. I need one for my friend Throeal here as well. Thoreal, meet dale and the vise verse.\" \n\nCalthoric looks to Dale with a more serious look \"Tell me old friend what is this business about lizard folk that you have been paying people for their heads? I hope your not making a stew of it. It would most foul thing ever devised. Ya know they are trying to get peoples to kill ya? Lucky for you the price wasn't high enough.\" Calthoric lets out another bellow of a laugh and waits for his response.\n\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Spot\|1d20+7\|Listen\|1d20+7\nHide\|1d20+11\|Move Silently\|1d20+11\nBluff\|1d20+9\|Open Lock\|1d20+14\nSearch\|1d20+10\|UMD\|1d20+9\nDisable Device\|1d20+12\|Diplomacy\|1d20+6\nSlightofHand\|1d20+8[/table]\n " }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": " The men let out a laugh at the story, but then as business turns to the bounty Dale's eyes narrow as he motions for his men to move back and let you have a seat at the table. A barmaid brings you two fine bottles of wine and sets them before you, gold foil lines the tops of the bottles. \"WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A BOUNTY ON ME? I have been holding a bounty on the lizardmen because I have a buyer who will pay top dollar for hides. He is making cloaks out of the skins. They are wonderful, keep you dry in any conditions. There was that Bibblevoppy fool that my men killed, that is the last of the bounty that i heard on my head. Where did you hear this news? This unfinished business reminds me of our unfinished business.\" He takes a dagger out from his side and slides it along the table towards Calthoric. It is a very fine looking dagger with ornate gems in the hilt and blade. \"I believe that I still owe you 500 from the shrine job we last pulled. I do not believe that we have seen each other since. That dagger is well worth over 500, well, you might not get that much here, but it will fetch over 500 in Nesmee. I think that makes us even.\" \n\nCalthoric - \n Spoiler \nThe shrine job was a job that Dale and you pulled to help get him out of debt with the wrong people. It turned out to be a series of bad luck that sent the team running in various directions. You have not seen him since this job, almost 3 years ago. He owed you a tenth of the cut from the job, but it was rumored that he got caught.\n \n\n Rasellia and Korlarth you over hear all this conversation " }, { "author": "Chu", "message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Rasellia Greenleaf \|Half-elf\|Favoured Soul\|6 LVL\|LG\|M\nhp: 44 /44 \|Init +0\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 16/10/16\|Light\n Melee Atk \|+8 longsword\|dmg: 1d8+2\| Ranged Atk \|+4 light crossbow\|dmg: 1d8\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +5\| Will +7\|\n STR 14\| DEX 10\| CON 12\| INT 8\| WIS 15\| CHA 14[/table] Spells: \n{table]Level \| Known \| Per day \| Bonus \| Total \| Used\n0 (DC:12)\| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, mending, detect poison, light, purify food and drink \| 6 \| - \| 6 \| 0\n1 (DC:13)\| cure light wounds, shield of faith +3, bless, divine favour, obscuring mist \| 6 \| 1 \| 7 \| 0\n2 (DC:14)\| cure moderate wounds, shield other, status, lesser restoration \| 5 \| 1 \| 6 \| 0\n3 (DC: 15)\| cure serious wounds, mass resist energy, searing light \| 3 \| 0 \| 3 \| 0[/table]\n Bongo the Mule \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Bongo \|Mule\|-\|N\|L\nhp: 0 /22 [ DEAD ] \|Init +1\| Spd 20\| AC/T/FF\| 13/10/16\|Max\n Melee Atk \|Hoof x2 +8\|dmg: 1d4+3\| Ranged Atk \|-\|-\|\n SV\|Fort +6\| Ref +4\| Will +1\|\n STR 16\| DEX 13\| CON 17\| INT 2\| WIS 11\| CHA 6[/table]\n Cart: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table] Item: \| Weight \nBedroll x4\|20\nWinter Blanket x4\|12\nManacles x2\|4\n100' Silk Rope\|10\nRations(per day) x8\|8\n Total: \| 50 \n[/table]\n \n\n \n\n \n\nTrying as hard as she can to try and retrace her steps, or more specifically, her money-imbued steps, she drums her fingers across the top of the table, only half-heartedly listening to Calthoric's story of swindling the poor innkeep. She makes a mental note to chastise him for it later, despite how little it would accomplish. Though without any funds, she determines it would be foolish to alienate her team mates even more.\n\nShe contents herself to keep an eye out for trouble, eager for an excuse to smash something." }, { "author": "crimson77", "message": "We have decided to stop this campaign. We are starting a new game: The Hordes of Chaos." } ]
[ { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Welcome to the towns of HawksWarren. How you got here is up to you. It seems the local magistrate has been working to rearrange the town guard. You notice various watch posts and such at the gates, and through out the city.\n\nThere are many taverns and inns (if you so choose to have the services of one) though some are more reputable than others.\n\n(Just waiting on everyone to get intros done)" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As William the Chained enters Hawks Warren, it is obvious where he gets his moniker from. Not from the gleaming Mithral Shirt, for it is hidden beneath his clothing, but from the chain he carries wrapped bandoleer like across his chest. Gleaming with hundreds of sharp barbs, and with heavy, spiked weights on either end.\n\nWilliam himself is covered in scares from both his training, and from his recent battles across the border. Yet he shows no sign of discomfort as he strides through town studying every facet of the place. Upon finding a tavern that doesn't appear to serve more fleas than humanoids, William enters, orders a meal and a drink, and takes a seat to enjoy a pleasant lunch." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The bar keep slides a mug of ale and a plate of food across to William." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak walks through the gates, pausing momentarily inside the gateway. Pushing hood off of his head, he reveals the striking features of a goliath. His face is expressionless and remote. As he moves past you into the city, a cool breeze brushes over you. He looks carefully at those around him, examining the features for something, though you arent sure what. After a moment, he pulls up his hood once more, and makes his way through the crowd.\n\nEntering a bar seeming at random, he goes to the bar and orders. \"Ice brandy.\" He places some coin on the counter, and carefully lowers himself onto one of the stools." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "\" Aye, a fine choice, while wi may onlee have the second best ale in town, we certainly got the best liquor \"\nThe bar keep flips a glass up from under the bar, and manages to fill it with the drink while it was in the air, before catching it and sliding it across the bar to Kulak." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael, Grey Elf Archivist \n\nStrange rumors, strange indeed, have reached the elf's ears about the goings on near this place. Something seems... not quite right about them. As if there was something out of place or unnatural. \"Something to study,\" she thinks.\n\nWhile seeing to be almost oblivious to her surroundings, she nonetheless pulls up suddenly, and says to no one in particular, \"yes, this will be a fine place to find some traveling companions.\" She then enters the tavern directly in front of her, sits down at a corner table, pulls a book out of her pack, and attempts to order some decent wine." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak examines the newcomer coldly. He gets up and moves to the gray elf's table, standing with his hands on an empty seat. \"You were looking for travelling companions?\"\n\n[ooc : listen +13 i'm just gonna say i heard you talking outside the bar.]" }, { "author": "tresson", "message": " Kel \n\nKel dropped off the back of the wagon after it passed through the gate. He tossed a silver piece to the wagon driver and looked around. ' So this is the place the rumors talk of. I guess it's worthy enough to be link to my legend. ' The Goliath said. ' Now to find accommodation, food and news. My legend won't grow by just standing here. \"\n\nWith that he began to search for an Tavern. His pace was sure and an aura of confidence radiated from him. Soon enough he found a suitable and entered. He noted another Goliath talking an elf. 'The sent of war is bring all sorts I see.' Kel thought to himself. He found a seat at the bar and waved over the barkeep.\n\n\" Food, Drink and News my friend. \"" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nThe elf barely lifts her eyes from the text she is reading. \"Hmm... hmm... oh, yes, companions. Always. The search for hidden lore is often filled with dangers. And rewards.\" She loses the thread of conversation as she becomes re-immersed in her book." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The barkeep comes back with a plate of food, and mug of ale. \"It would appear the magistrate has been keeping some eyes on events o'er the border, with all the new guard posts and all, it seems trouble is getting closer, just yesterday New Brightwater was burned.\" " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak looks over at the other goliath. \" Memories... so many memories.... \"\nHe sits at the elf's table, catching the bartender's eye and motioning him over. \" Food. Light on the spices, please. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nA flicker of movement around at the side of the hearth reveals that what had looked like a blanket thrown over some firewood was in fact a slender halfling woman. Had she been sleeping? Watching someone? It was hard to say.\n\nHer dark hair was pulled back into a knot at the back of her skull, and deep brown eyes scanned the room. Although her movements were lithe and nearly silent, there was a stiffness about her middle that suggested armour underneath her grey cloak.\n\nShe slipped between tables to the bar, and clambered up onto a stool even taller than herself. She glanced along the bar at the elf and goliaths. Her voice was surprisingly deep for one so small.\n\n Another whiskey, please. And what's this about New Brightwater? " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The barkeep returnes with yet another plate, and brings a glass to the halfling. \"It would seem some magician burned the small village to the north last night.\" \nHe pauses to fill a glass of a slighty disheveled man at the other end of the bar.\n \"'tis odd that only a few bodies were found, considerin' the skeletons of the buildings still remained. Usually they leave nothing but ash.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William finishes his meal then siddles up to the Elf, Halfling, and Goliaths conversing at the bar. \"I take it from what I have heard that the rumors of this land have brought you here as well. I am William the Chained, recently \"retired\" from The Hall of Moradin.\"" }, { "author": "tresson", "message": "After nodding to the halfling woman and the goliath in the corner Kel looked back to the bartender. \" I've been on the roads for the past few weeks with the only news I've had was from fellow travelers so my knowledge is limited. \" He paused to sip at his beer. \" You said the lack of bodies was odd. Might I assume that the rumors from other attacks didn't say anything similar? \"\n\nHe picked at his food waiting for the barkeep's reply." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": " \"I hear they usually leave the bodies behind in some fashion. Usually they dont just disappear. \" He pokes around under the bar for a moment, before setting something, a black flower by the looks of it, on the bar. \" Some I believe was telling me they found this one of the few bodies they found. I didnt hear much else before they drank themselves to oblivion.\" " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"Usually?\" The barman's comments bring V'ael's nose out of her book. \"That suggests a pattern -- how long has this been going on, and what's been done to try and stop it?\" " }, { "author": "tresson", "message": " Kel \n\nKel pick up the rose and looked at it for a long moment. He turned it this way and that before finally putting it down. \" I fear the rose means nothing to me.\" He stated. \" Maybe our good lady elf might know. She does look of the learned disposition.\" \n\nHe turns back to the man who introduced himself as William. \"Welcome William. It would appear that we are all hunting the same stag here. Might it be better if we might combine our efforts in this hunt? A group such as ours would make for stuff of legends. But where are my manners. Obviously you would like to know the name of your soon to be leader! I am of course the living legend Kel Namala Gath. The hammer of north. Banisher of the Waste Raiders. Champion of the Rose Trials and, of course, the greatest lover this side of Thotico River!\" With that last statement he sends a passing serving woman a wink and a smile." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William ponders the name, \" Hmm....Kel Namala Gath....no, can't say I've heard of you, but rather confident of yourself though aren't we? \" William laughs at his own rather poor joke, \" Leader...we shall see, and best lover well, \" he gives the same passing barmaid his own lobsided grin, \" We can let the ladies decide. \"" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nThe elf pointedly ignores the braggadocio of Kel and William, and examines the rose.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge check appropriate here? Rolling d20 just in case, we'll add the modifiers later...\n\n Knowledge - (1d20)[ 1 ] + modifiers TBD\n\n Edit: Natural 1? Not going to make a good impression there... \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nWhile the boys are content to compare penis size over to one side, Al shifts her stool closer to the elf woman, rolling her eyes as she glances over at the three warriors. She too focuses her attention on the black flower.\n\n Sir, who delivered the flower here, and why? Is there no garrison or local authority who would want to investigate this tragedy? \n \n Spoiler \nSimilarly, hoping to add a knowledge check to this, to determine if there are any organizations, faiths or major powers who use a black flower as a symbol.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 12 ] Religion\n (1d20+12)[ 28 ] The planes\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "You her the fluttering of small wings above your head and as you look up, you notice a crow descending to the bar between the strangers and the barkeeper. It seems to be holding a card in its beak that looks a lot like a card from a tarot deck. As it lands it places the card down on the wood, hops a few paces forward and then stares into the common area towards a table with a lonesome young woman. The card depicts the image of a skeleton in a black cloak standing upright holding a big scyth. Beneath the image stands the title of the card: Death.\nIf you set eyes upon the young lady, you will notice her laying out a few cards across the table she is sitting on.\nThe crow dissolves into nothingness leaving the card behind." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The black rose (that is indeed what it is) looks to be normal, though it does have some rather spiky red tiped thorns on its stem.\n\nNothing comes to mind for V'ael.\nAl recalls an old legend of a group of spies and assassin who used a black rose on their banner.\n\n \"The magistrate would no doubt like to, though has his hands full. I believe just this morning on of his messangers sent word of some Reivan troops crossing the border a short distance from here. Hes been out by the guard posts since then.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nThe halfling in grey looks down at the card marked with Death. Again, she shares a glance with the elf who seems lost in thought.\n\n Well, there's been at least one order of assassins that used such flowers as calling cards. Silly, if you asked me, but that line of work seems to attract eccentrics. Want to get the magistrate's story? \n\nNodding to the bartender, she snatches up the rose and the card and slips from her stool. Striding, well, striding as well as one can stride with thirteen inch legs, she glances up at the two Goliaths and the human warrior as she goes past.\n\n You still want to help? Come along. \n\nPassing within a few feet of the table with the human woman on it, the halfling woman flicks the card, and it sails up and then settles, face down in the middle of the table. Her voice is gravelly and severe.\n\n You too, princess? Left your calling card on the table, figured you might want to join the party. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " William \n\nWilliam looks after the departing halfling woman, then turns and raises an eyebrow to Kel, \" You have some competition for that whole leader thing I see. \" He then turns and follows after Al, whistling and twirling one of the weighted ends of his chain between the gauntleted fingers of his right hand." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak nods, adjusts his equipment slightly, and stands. \"I will come.\" " }, { "author": "tresson", "message": "\" True rushing off to hunt down evil with a full head of knowledge is always preferable to blindly rushing of to hunt down evil but, admittedly, not nearly as much fun. \" He stands and shoulders his back. He adjusted it for a minute to make sure that the handle of his massive greathammer is easily with in reach before following the halfling.\n\n\" So then if we are to kick butt for goodness together might it not a good thing to at least know each other's names? \"" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "The woman smiles and takes the card back, then shuffles it into the deck. It is not my persona trading card, but I heard your friend wonder what happened to the bodies. They are dead, yet they walk. That is why they do not lay around. The cards told me I would meet you and your fellows today. Is there still something missing in your party which I could provide you with? For the right price off course. Perhaps you need a healer? Divine guidance? Swift passage? Or perhaps a brain? \nShe then takes a look at the flower you carry around and goes over the different guilds she knows\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nThe halfling woman is about to leave when the woman's voice stops her. She turns back.\n\n When I said \"party\", it was a joke, unless you think tracking down some kind of mass murderer will be fun. There is no \"group\" here, and all I lack right now are answers. You want to come, come. I'm not paying you anything. \n\nGlancing back at William, Kulak and Kel, she says merely Call me Al. She is then out the door and heading towards the guard posts to seek out the magistrate." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "As the halfling strides of, she places the deck on the table and takes out a single card to see what it will be. A picture of a figure in a battle-wagon is shown: the Chariot.\nA smile appears on Mezumi's face and she softly mumbles to herself.\n \"Or perhaps all of the services named. No wonder you travel with the Goliaths. Those thugs never refuse a good challenge do they? Just like you... \nShe puts the cards away and stands up. To follow the halfling outside.\n \"When I said price, I wasn't talking about daily payment. What I ask for is an equal part in any loot of battle we might come across and for a bit of protection if things go bad. I can deal at the very least the same punch your thugs can, probably even more, but I can not take as much as them. You keep me from harm and I'll make sure you can beat any creature or opponent you go after. Is that a deal?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nThe halfling woman turns and speaks slowly to the young woman, using the rest of her patience in doing so.\n\n Loot? A town has just been slaughtered, and with some of the bodies missing, there may be innocents left to save. And you speak of loot? Come along or don't, as you wish, woman. " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak turns, looming over the 'woman' \"I don't see any thugs. Nor am I particularly minded to protect you from harm. Perhaps if you mend your manner, I will reconsider.\" He looks her coldly in the eyes, then turns away, coldly ignoring any response.\n\nedit : OOC : not the halfling, just to clarify." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nGlancing back, and then up - way up - at the goliath now beside her, Al permits a slight smile. She jogs to match his pace.\n\n Nope. No thugs here. " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi Does her best to keep herself from chuckling as she sees watches the offended giant walk of with the tiny woman hustling at his side. At first she herself felt offended by the way the who had spoken to her, but when looking at a sight like this, who wouldn't have a hard time to suppress their laughter? Shaking her head a bit she followed the two at some distance, not wanting to provoke any more trouble. This was going to be a very interesting trip. She did hope at least some members in the group were a bit looser then this though. Otherwise it might become annoying pretty soon..." }, { "author": "tresson", "message": "\" Thug is it? I have to say your manners would make even hill giants blush, little girl. I should know .\" It is as if a dark cloud had passed over Kel's face when he said this. All the ever present confidence and cheer seemed to have been drain from his face. Then as quickly as the fore mentioned cloud passing in front of the sun it was gone and he was back to normal. \" I would suggest, young lady, you do something about your manners and altitude is you wish to have a role in my legend.\" \n\nHe turns away form the human woman toward the door. \" So do you know the way to the guard posts Al?\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William looks between the two Goliaths, the Halfling, the bookwormy elf, and the lady. \"What have you gotten yourself into now? First a band of war hungry dwarves now this.\" He shakes his head as the joins the group looking for the magistrate." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Note to self: Goliaths, an Elf, and a halfling in a party makes for great entertainment. Im wondering which will die first.\n\nJust waiting for everyone to get on board with going to talk to the magistrate." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"More information is always preferable to less. I heard rumors of strange doings... it appears they are true.\" She packs up her book and follows the others.\n\n \"Hmm... names?\" She seems to suddenly remember that part of the conversation. \"You may call me V'ael. It's as good a name as any to use, I suppose.\" " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The layout of the town is such that it is easy to get to the townhall, since its one of the bigger buildings in town. It would also appear that the magistrate lives there as well. There is also a guard post near the entrence to it as well." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nGlancing behind her and doing a quick head count of those who have tagged along from the inn, Al shrugs. She glances up at Kel.\n\n So, Kel, you know anything about assassins who leave black roses, but take some of their victims' bodies with them when the y go? \n\nArriving at the guard post Al speaks quickly and brusquely.\n\n Volunteers here. Hoping to speak with the magistrate about New Brightwater. " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The guard looks at Al and the grop behind him for a moment, then turns for a moment to one of the other guards at the door. The guards steps inside for awhile before coming back \"Follow me.\" He holds the door open for the group to pass." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nThe elf follows along, making random, passing comments about the nature and utility of the architecture in the building." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William follows closely behind the guard, laughing internally at the antics of is compatriots." }, { "author": "tresson", "message": "Kel considered Al's words for a moment before shrugging. \" I knew of one that used a red rose in Troi-River but none that used a the black rose. As for removing the bodies that speaks to me of necromancers and cultists but beyond that nothing. \"\n\nWhen they arrived at the guard house he followed the guard in while keep an eye out for the moral of the soldiers.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI assume that would be a sense motive or spot roll right?\nSense Motive: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nSpot: (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "As far as you can tell they are doing their job. If their moral is low, its hard to tell just glancing at them.\nThe guards seem to be fairly well equiped, obvious results of the magistrate reorganizing the guard." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAl immediately follows the guard in. She gazes around at the soldiers on duty, but not at their armaments.\n\n \n Spoiler \nActivating her detect-evil-o-vision and scanning as they move through the building. Scanning her new \"friends\" as well. Can't be too careful!\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "EDAR shows none of the guards or the group as evil.\n\nThe guard leads the group into a large room with a desk cluttered with paper. A moment later a man walks in through a door off to one side, straightening a rumpled looking coat. By the looks of him he hasnt shaven for a few days either. \"What is this about New Brightwater?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n Aha! I figured that barkeep wasn't being completely forthcoming. Perhaps the magistrate hasn't been informed at all. \n\nAl slips forward and hops up onto the desk, careful not to dislodge any of the papers, although they certainly do scatter a bit. The better to make eye contact with the others, after all. She sets the black rose down on the desk and stares accusingly at the magistrate.\n\n Barkeep in town said that wizards destroyed the village of New Brightwater recently. That there may be fewer bodies and less destruction than usual, suggesting that there might be abduction as well as mass murder involved. What are you doing to investigate, and would you be willing to take on additional volunteer support of - \n\nShe glances over those who have entered with her, nodding briefly to the elf woman. V'ael, had it been? \n - some skill. \n\nHer eyes continue on, to the young woman with the fondness for playing cards.\n\n Some of us might have a more mercenary intent in their presence here. They'd need to speak for themselves. " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nThe elf woman seems to not be paying much attention as she gazes around the room, but her comments do seem to be on target, if a bit distracted, when she speaks.\n \n\"Hmmm... yes. Strange happenings. Strange rumors, too. Hmm... investigation is in order.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William steps to the forward as the little woman finishes speaking. \" I would request only that if I am unable to return a stipend to be send to my family. I can give you there location if that is alright. Beyond that I will take up with my cohorts here. \"" }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The magistrate doesnt seem to be annoyed at all. He pluckes the few fallen papers off the floor and tosses them on top of one of the piles.\n\n \"Hm.. Oh dear, and here there was only sightings of them along the main roads.\" He moves a few piles around, before producing a map, on which he uses a pen to make a few marks.\n \"I believe just this morning I saw some people walking through the gates from a town that was attacked... yes Brightwater could have been it\" he notes, looking through a book he pulled out of a drawer.\n\nA guard comes walking through the door, and hands the magistrate a piece of paper. He eyes the group standing in the office, and the magistrate waves him on. \"We have reports of a group of skirmishers on the road, they have already disrupted a few caravans. Seems they may also have a few spies already in town as well, sir.\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi looks around at the guard and thinks it over for a moment.\n \"How about if we take care of this gang of skirmishers while the magistrate searches through his notes and all and comes up with a plan. Then by the time we return he can send us on our way with all the information we need and any objectives that might prove essential to driving out these rogue magicians. Just a suggestion of course.\" \nShe shrugs with this last sentence and glances at the halfling with a smile that seems to be saying she just stated the obvious." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The magistrate reads the piece of paper a few times over, and glances at the timepiece on the wall \"Hm... that would put it at about a 2 hour journey to here.\" he looks up from the paper, almost like he remembered the group of people standing on the otherside of his heap... i mean desk.\n \"Might actually be for the best to rout out these spies. While stopping the attack is an honorable thing to do, the guards should be enough. Information, as you have said would be invaluable.\" He motions to the guard \"Make your way out to the main gate and make sure they are alert. Now as for these spies...\" " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"What do you know of these... hmm... spies? Are there any leads or even a clue of whom... hmm... or what they work for?\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Well, I prefer a straight fight, but if you want us to root out some spies I'm all for that too. Any suggestions on where to start? \"" }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": " \n About how many people are in this town? \n Is there a wall around the town? If so, how many gates? Are the gates staffed at all times? \n Is this a pretty quiet, benign area, or a bit more rough and tumble? \n \n\nThanks - it's shaping up to be a good campaign. All the best![/QUOTE]\n\nIts a small town... about a 1000 people or so.\nThe town is built along a river, but the parts not up against the river do have a wall, with 2 main gates, with the main road running through the town. The river is deep enough to allow for some commerce as well, but the town only has a small dock.\n\nThe gates are manned by the town guard all the time, and the gates close around sunset, and open around sun rise.\n\nParts of the town are rough and tumble (mostly those parts with the more disreputable taverns, though most of the areas along the main road are nice.\n\nTossing that info out for everyones use.\n\n \"I believe there is the possiblity some of them came with the refugees from the town.\" He pulls out a fresh sheet of paper and begins copying some information from the sheet the guard handed him. \"I suggest you start by interviewing the refugees for any leads, you can probably find some of them around the local inns.\" He picks up the rose and looks at it for a moment \"hm... also if you could go visit Miss Selvia, she might know something about this.\" He hands the paper and the rose to the group.\n\nOn the paper is a list of names along with some descriptions of 20 people. Most of the people on the list are from 4 families that apparently lived in the village." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak looks at the sheet, then nods. \"Let's go find some refugees first. They might give us other questions to ask Miss Selvia.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n That sounds all right. Shall we start back at the inn we started at? \n\nShe hops off the desk, and is ready to go.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBack at the inn (or at whichever one we end up with), Al will pace the room, muttering confusedly about having misplaced a ring as a pretext for using EDAR to identify stronger candidates for the position of \"spy for a mass-murdering bunch of brigands.\"\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " William\n \nWilliam follows Al to the tavern and moves back to the bar. He sits next to the most likely candidate and begin to chat him up. While doing so he keeps an eye on Al as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gather Information - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "EDAR shows a few faint evil auras in the inn, but mostly comes up with a bunch of nothing.\n\nThe person William sits down next to looks at him and goes back to his drink." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William adjusts his seating to prominently display one of the weighted and spiked ends of his chain to the patron he is chatting up. \" Perhaps this could persuade you to be a bit more forthcoming with any information? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Intimidate - (1d20+14)[ 19 ] \n Gather Information - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The man looks up again at William with a bit of a scared look in his eyes \"All...All i know is some refugees came in through the East gate this morning.\" " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nV'ael finds a pleasant enough face (at least relatively) to talk to, and begins an amicable conversation. She slips in her questions at opportune times. \"Hmm... is anything out of the ordinary around here?\" and \"What do you think about these refugees... are they really fleeing trouble or do you think it is an excuse to move here without question?\" and the like.\n\n \n Spoiler \n GatherInfo - (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "You get a good idea where the refugee families are staying. From the mans info, you gather there are 5 people that were by themselves. One of them apparently was wearing black clothes more finely made than someone that would normally live in the small town. He doesnt know anything about their whereabouts at all.\n\nFrom what you gather as far as the random questions, there is the possibilty, though for a whole family to arrive, especially some with small children, it would seem unlikely. You also hear of some news and rumors of events happening in a few other towns that could be connected." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nCompleting a circuit of the room, Al manages to make eye contact with the others, giving small shrugs. She moves outside, hoping the others will follow, so that information can be shared." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William follows Al outside. When the rest have gathered he will relay his rather ineffectiveness at gathering intel." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nWhen the others have gathered:\n\n Well, near as I can tell, none of the folk in there are ultra-powerful spies or mass-murderers. Anyone else have better luck? " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "As the search for clues seems to run a little dry, it comes to Mezumi that perhaps they are searching in the wrong place. She goes through what she knows about the town to see if she can think of any locations where they might be more fortunate\n[spolier]knowledge local (1d20+8)[ 24 ] [spoiler]" }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Some reputable inns come to mind, like the Bahumuts Nest." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"I have found, if the rumors are to be believed, that there is one refugee who seems a little out of place with the others... a little too... hmm... well-heeled for a small town. As well as a few others who have gone missing from public view.\" She goes on to detail what she learned about the location of the other refugees." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi smiles and steps forward to the grey elf.\n \"Perhaps we should see what the Bahamuts Nest can tell us. Although I might need to warn you. Information there is a lot more varied and immersive, but so are the scruffies that roam that place. But if you know how to protect both your purse and your skin, it might be very worthwhile to check it out.\" \nShe makes her way out of the door and waits in front to see who decide to join her." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "Kulak nods. \"Though I would prefer that we question the refugees further, I am in favor of anything that moves things along\" .\n\nHe moves to the doorway." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \n\"Hmm... yes... more investigation. We should also follow up with the refugees who haven't managed to disappear.\" She follows the others." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Lets go check with the refugees. If we can't find anything new from then we can check the other travern. \"" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " Mezumi \n\nMezumi shrugs\n \"Suit yourself, I'm going over. If your looking for the place, Bahamuts Nest. I'll check in back here if I find anything useful and you guys haven't showed up yet. See you then.\" \nWith this said, she walks of to go bring the B-Nest a visit.\n\n- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -\n\nA few blocks away in a slightly dirtier part of town at a pub called Bahamuts Nest\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+8)[ 19 ] knowledge [local] to see if I know \"that one guy that always knows everything about everyone\"\n (1d20+6)[ 17 ] Gather information about this stranger that came with the refugees but was dressed oddly in dark clothing and didn't seem to belong with the rest. Do I get a synergy bonus/circumstance bonus if I know \"that one guy\"?\n \n\n\nWhen entering the inn, Mezumi finds a few familiar faces and does some catching up before casually throwing in the questions about the matter she is after. She is already holding a few gold pieces in hand in case such a thing might loosen up the tongues." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "In The Nest you manage to locate a family of 4 that was refugees. (2 Adults, a newborn, and a child)\nYou also figure there are atleast a few people in the guard that know a fair ammount of people. This \"Miss Selvia\" also rings a few bells as well." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n Right. Checking on the refugees? I'll be around, but not seen, if you don't mind. \n\nSquinting for a moment, Al disappears from view. She pads after V'ael towards where the refugees have been housed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn case we don't know of the refugee housing, Al will be looking for anything with a temporary cast to it - lean-to's, tents, brand new buildings, etc. If the others head in a different direction, she'll follow them until it either takes them somewhere useful or dead-ends, at which time she'll verbally try to guide them towards an aforementioned kind of structure. EDAR on full.\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " So, \"Miss Selvia\" is the name. A woman. That wasn't exactly expected. Thank you for the info, we really should play a game of the dice again some day. If you by any chance happen to hear more about this \"Miss Selvia\", please let me know okay? Here, buy yourself a drink from me \nShe gives the lad a kiss on the cheek and drops a gold coin before heading out for to the guards headquarters.\n\n- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -\n\nWhen she arrives at the building, she walks up to a random guard and asks.\n I am looking for a person but I only know her name. She is one of the refugees but did not settle with the rest of them. Who should I talk to? " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The guard looks at you \"We usually dont track the whereabouts of people around the town. Most of the people from New Brightwater I believe are around the local inns, though some settled in with their families. If you have a list of names, One of us may be able to point you towards their houses. As far as this single person, I wouldn't know. If they are out to cause harm, Im sure their actions will become apparent in time.\" " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nUncomfortable approaching the refugees, Kulak instead decides to talk to their children. He sees a group of ragged children near a bar, and goes to talk to them.\n \n\"Are you from the town which was attacked? Children often see so much, and nobody listens to them. Do you remember a Miss Sylvia? Tell me about her please.\" \n\nKulak sits down on a barrel to somewhat lessen the height difference." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "One of the children looks around, \"New Brightwater?\" The girl looks away for a moment, then back. \" \"I dont know anyone named Miss Selvia. Miss Aniye helped my family make it here, she was an elf!\" " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nV'ael does talk directly to the refugees, providing a sympathetic ear (and a few coins to help them get their feet under them in a new place), while gently steering the conversation toward any unusual information about the attack on the town itself, the other refugees who have disappeared, and any information about a \"Miss Selvia\".\n\n \n Spoiler \n GatherInfo - (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi shakes her head.\n I have no list, only one person I am interested about. Her name, or at least the one she seems to be using at the moment, is \"Miss Selvia\". Does that ring any bells? She is suspected to be a spy of the rogue wizards that are causing trouble amongst the villages in the area. We have no solid evidence yet, so I was hoping to speak her in person first. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William stays with V'ael, doing his best to be the bad guy to her good guy wherever it suits." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "No one seems to know a \"Miss Selvia.\" Questioning the various people in the inn reveals a person wearing all black clothing and a hood (with possibly a rather nasty looking sword) did lead a family of refugees to the inn, leaving shortly after an apparent group of adventurers that had some interest in them arrived. They also reveal that apparently this figure payed for a room for the people as well. The other group apparently left soon after as well, in search of some missing people from the village." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAl inquires at the inn where the black cloaked figure paid for the family, specifically to learn their names and whether they are still staying there at the inn (or, if not, if the inn-keeper knows where they moved to)." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Asking around, you find out from the family, apparent the cloaked persons name was Miss Aniye. The inn keeper believes she stays in one of the local houses." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\nV'ael sees if she can get a location on the house that \"Miss Aniye\" is at, and if so, proceeds to rendezvous with the rest of the party before paying a visit." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Someone points you towards one of the larger houses back towards one of the larger squares in town, in fact in the same general area as the town hall." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi sighed as she was back on the streets again. How could it be that an entire inn had managed to confirm that some vague description belonged to a woman named miss Selvia and yet no-one at the guards, who are supposed to know what's happening in their city, has ever heard of her? Some government we have... \nShe decides to check up with the rest to see if they have any more luck and walks back to the inn where they first met." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nNotices Mezumi passing by, and waves goodbye to the kids. As he turns, the smile slowly fades from his face. He nods silently to Mezumi as he walks beside her.\n\n \"No luck here. Did you find anything?\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " Only a name, miss Selvia. But nobody could tell me where to find her. The guards never even heard the name before. \nShe sighs and notices several people allready missing.\n Personally, I would much rather have a clear target then searching some refugee with a vague description and probably three differend fake names somewhere in a town as this... If only I had something solid to work with. If were still surging for clues tomorrow, I'm going to ask the spirits to do some searching for me. Don't know if an alias of a person is enough to locate her though, but I suppose that might be worth a shot. Between you and me though, I really hope we won't be needing to do another round of this tomorrow. " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nKulak's hand briefly seeks out the handle of an axe, and tightens. He looks at it, seemingly suprised at its action, and brings it back to his side.\n\n \"Agreed.\" " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "As the group starts making their way back out to the street, you see a commotion in the people meandering about the streets. You see a man, seemingly running for his life, with a person wearing black and a rather nasty looking curved sword in its hand bearing down on the man, with its cloak flowing out about it. They seem to be running towards the general direction of the square near the magistrates house." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAl was a bit dejected. For all of her vaunted abilities, she had turned up nothing in this town.\n\nSeeing the two figures running down the street, she sprang into action. Not ready to believe either innocent or trustworthy at the moment, she nonetheless recognized the need to incapacitate the pursuer first.\n\nActivating her boots, Al dashed towards the two figures, drawing her sling. She dashes off a spell at the second, and positions herself to try to follow up with a second spell if the first fails.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAl's using her boots of speed (if necessary) to get within 30' of the second figure, then casting Hold Person. Will DC 19 to save.\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nPulls both his axes free of his cloak, and whirls them in his hands. Then runs forward, not engaging either party. I'll stop them from killing each other, till im sure which of them is on the side of the demons. Then I'll strike.\n\n((30 ft move, towards the action. then readied action, attack anyone who charges me. Not because i think it'll happen, but because it's my character's instinctual first combat turn.))" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi looks up surprised for a moment when she hears the tumult further on in the street. She smiles when she sees the two figures running their way. Then she notices Al jumping up on the pursuer from behind and watches how Kulak swiftly approaches from the front. She estimates it a second ten before they reach her so she has a bit of time to work up an incantation.\n\n \"Spirits of the undergrowth, come to my aid. Form in this world your physical as I summon thee!\" \n \n Spoiler \nSummon natures ally V, appears on next turn.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The spell hits the pursuer, but apparently has little effect. Never the less, they spin around and stop, with its blade at the ready. The man they were chasing contiues running\n\n(Make sure to pick what you summon)" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n\n((Assuming she's on-scene))\n\n \"Hmm... perhaps you should DROP that!\" \n \n Spoiler \nSpell: Command (drop) on figure in black, DC 20\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": " \"If you insist...\" revealing the cloaked figure is female.\n\nShe lets go of her sword, and as the point hits the ground, it dissapates into shadowy wisps. Those that look closely can see it somewhat resemble a rose before it disappears.\n\nA feeling of despair emenates from her after she drops the blade obviously being felt by most of the people around the streets. ( -2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. Will negates, DC19)" }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "((woops doublepost))" }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nKulak steps in front of the fleeing man, both axes at the ready.\n\n \"Stop.\" \n\nHe says it in a tone of voice that adds 'or die' in a way that implies that he truly won't hesitate.\n\nIntimidate (free action) (1d20+4)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "William\n\nFollowing Al to the pursuit, William unwraps his chain and prepares to keep the figure in black from causing harm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to get in range then readied action for a trip attack, if the figure in black attacks anyone in the party or any innocents. Drop the chain if they trip me.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nFighting stealth with stealth, Al abruptly disappears from view.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStandard action to activate ring.\nMove action - half speed move towards the fleeing person.\n\n\n (1d20+11)[ 27 ] Move silently\n (1d20+20)[ 32 ] Spot\n (1d20+11)[ 26 ] Listen Looking for any kind of trace of where the black rose assassin-type person is currently located.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The man attempts to keep running.\n\nThe lady in black begins muttering something, and as the man tries to run around Kulak, he suddenly comes to a screeching halt as his limbs refuse to answer to him.\n\nShe ignores William, moving towards her prey.\n\nAl's senses manages to spot the fact the black clad ladies sword turned into something resembling a shadowy rose before disappearing." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nfinishing her run towards the now-frozen man, Invisible Al reaches out and touches him. He also vanishes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShould we be working with initiative at this point? I feel a bit bad for leaving the others out of this.\n\nAl's next action will be to finish reaching the frozen man, whispering \"Relax, I'm just getting you out of here.\" and Dimension Door-ing both of them to her room in town, wherever that is. If it's not within 800', then she'll dimension door into a nearby building that she got familiar with as they were interrogating folks in various taverns, etc.\n " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \n\"I'm afraid we'll need to ask you some questions... I'd suggest surrendering to avoid pain.\"\n \n \n Spoiler \n WillSave - (1d20+13)[ 17 ] -- failed, unless vs. enchantment (+2 save bonus)\nMove action: Draw longbow and ammo from efficient quiver\nReady action: Fire longbow if lady in black takes any offensive action (will roll if needed)\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Somewhere around the moment the man freezes, a ray of a strange brown glow surrounds him and swells up. The glow takes on matter and a giant snake wraps its body around the frozen man. The head turns towards the woman in black and hisses dangerously asif warning her not to approach any further.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(If the woman reappears and comes to close, the head takes a bite at her. Otherwise, the snake just keeps his target grappled and pinned)\nauto hit attack roll since the target is frozen, opposed grapple check (1d20+25)[ 41 ] \n \n\n\nMezumi smiles and readies another spell, just in case the wench does try anything stupid. (ready disspell magic to counter the woman in black tries anything aggressive)\n\n((Edit: Wasn't aiming for Al, thought the woman in black had disappeared too. My mistake, I will alter the post a bit to make more sense. Also, \"reach in\" is going to require her actually climbing up the snake, which he feels. And that is not just because your one of the 'small races'))" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n \n Spoiler \nAh, love it when we inadvertantly work at cross purposes. Sorry, Seribro! But since Al is invisible, the snake shouldn't get an attack of opportunity against her, and she's most definitely not attacking anyone, so shouldn't reappear. She should still be able to reach in and touch the guy.\n\nI forgot to do a Will save (1d20+15)[ 17 ] against the black rose woman's effect.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSorry guys but I'm going to have to withdraw. Real life concerns are picking up, and the game I am DMing is starting to take more of my time. I have enjoyed it, and would have liked to see where the machofest would have gone. Yall have fun.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Thanks for letting me know kryos.\n\nEveryone please roll int (know its a bit late) Can just treat this as sort of a \"Surprise Round\"\n\nAl Dimensional Doors out with the man. Leaving the rest of the group with the woman.\n\nAl suceeds on the save, ignoring the effects.\nVa'el Succeeds.\n\nThe frozen guy is still not going nowhere, and now has a snake crawling on him as well.\n\nThe woman looks Va'el up and down from the depths of her hood. \"Surrender? Why should I want to do that? But by all means, ask questions if you must.\" \n\n[Its tricky when you dont have all your resources with you... hopefully got everyone back to the same page... gotta love RL]" }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Wait, there was a third NPC in the picture? (apart from the bunch of randomly generated nameless bystander NPC's)\nI thought there was just black cloaked woman chasing a now frozen and grappled man. Who is this third woman that just got dim-doored out of here? 😦" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYup, I'm as confused as Seribro. Here's the scenario as I understand it:\n\nWe're walking down the street as a group.\n\nMan comes running down the street, screaming. He is pursued by woman in black.\n\nKulak, Al and William move forward. Al casts hold person. Vael casts command. Mezumi begins casting summon spell.\n\nMan keeps running. Woman drops/activates swords and keeps moving.\n\nAl goes invisible. Vael gets out longbow.\n\nMan keeps running, and is near Kulak. Woman in black does something to paralyze man.\n\nMezumi's summoned snake appears, and grapples the man. William becomes an NPC, and might or might not take an attack of opportunity on the woman as she runs past him.\n\nAl dimension doors the man (Seribro, I don't see anywhere in the rules that grappling someone = lifting them up off the ground, nor does it eliminate access to that individual, or else you wouldn't be able to attack a grappled creature. So no snake-climbing for Al, I think).\n\nA second man either becomes, or does not become, a part of the story.\n\nRegardless, (1d20+6)[ 21 ] Here's an initiative roll for Al.\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \n Spoiler \nGiant constrictor is a huge creature so it takes up a 15x15 square. The man is a medium so only takes up a 5x5. With the grapple action one has to enter the opponents area so the area must be overlapping.\n\nNow for common sense: Its a snake. A constricting snake. That means it wraps itself around the prey. Which means the man is in the center of his 15x15 area.\nSSS\nSMS\nSSS\n\nNow I know there are no hard rules that say you can not touch a grappling target, but that's because standard grappling rules are designed for creatures within one size category of each other. This is, like said before, wrapped around the target. I admit, I do not know how big exactly a huge snake is supposed to be and it is indeed likely his head, perhaps even a bit of his shoulders, is sticking out on top. But your a halfling. So unless you have a ring of jumping +10 and happen to be belkar the multiclass barbarian ranger, I don't see how your going to get in touch with him. Let alone long enough without warning the snake, who has the scent-ability by the way, to cast a spell that's a standard action in a threatened area.\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming that the snake is in fact taking care of the guy/or somehow other than that he is out of commish. If he isn't i'll edit this post quite severely.\n \n\n\nInit : (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n\nIn a voice which manages to be both deep and hard...\n\"Why would you want to surrender? As an alternative.\"\n\nKulak stalks forward towards the girl (standard move action). His axes weave a slow pattern in the air, an almost hypnotic rythm. (ready action, attack the girl if she attacks anyone in the group)." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWell, this will amuse us until the game gets started again.\n\n\nGame mechanics: Grappling a character doesn't stop line of effect or line of sight to a character. Even being grappled by a much larger creature doesn't do that. Scent ability would allow it, on its next action, to take a guess where Al is and make a bite attack, if desired, but it wouldn't stop her from acting. And the whole point of size modifiers for grappling is that it's designed for all sizes of creatures. You can argue that it does a good or a bad job of that, but (for example) the Improved Grap mechanic that you're employing with the snake would seem to suggest an effort to mechanically describe grappling by creatures not of the same size.\n\n\"Common Sense\": Always a dangerous and catgirl-killing concept in D&D, but here goes. A huge constrictor snake is very long, so it can be present in a 15' circular area. Doesn't mean that it fills every square inch of that area. You assume that only head and shoulders would be sticking out, but it is in fact just as likely that a hand, a foot, a knee etc is protruding.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "How i read it is: The man was being pursued by the woman.\n\nYou manage to stop the woman (the same person as the lady clad in black), she in turn nails the guy as he tries to get by the group with some word of power, and he comes to a screching halt like a spell hit him.\n\nSomewhere in there a snake starts further making him go nowhere, and Al sneaks in and Deminsional Doors out with him.\n\nThis leaves the rest of the group with the lady, and a snake now not wrapped around something.\n\nHopefully that clears everything up.\n\nThe woman seems not to bothered by the group closing around her carring weapons, obviously waiting the groups move.\n\nIn the mean time the group hears the shouting of what would seem to be a large crowd gathering down the street in a nearby square." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAll right, fine, I still disagree but won't fuzz any further. Mans gone, black cloaked woman about to become a snack. If that one disappears as well, I'm going to randomly pick bystanders...\ninitiative (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nIt's the first time in a while that Al finds herself in her tavern chamber with a man whose name she doesn't know, and she wastes no time on pleasantries.\n\n Sorry, friend, but I can't take the chance that there was a good reason she wanted you dead. We'll figure all this out later. \n\nQuickly, with a pair of sharp, precise punches, she tries to render the man unconscious, becoming visible in the process.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFull attack with sneak attack, non-lethal damage.\n\n (1d2+1)[ 2 ] Base damage, first punch\n (2d6)[ 10 ] Sneak attack damage, first punch\n (1d2+1)[ 3 ] Base damage, second punch\n (2d6)[ 3 ] Sneak attack damage, second punch\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The blows smack the man around pretty good, though hes still able to sort of stand, as much as the binding spell allows him. It seems to be wearing off a bit. A few more good blows from Al makes the man unconcious. (Gotta love beating helpless guys)\n\nThe woman outside with the remaning group members\nAl - ** Currently Away from group\n\nVael - 20\nKulak - 18\nMezumi - 13\n\nStill waiting on a few folks.\n\nThe woman begins chanting something in some type of language no ones heard of. They seem to echo deep down in side of everyone around, almost touching the very fiber that makes up a person." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "As soon as Mezumi sees the woman begin her chanting, she completes her own and unleashes a thrust of anti-magic, to straighten out the weavings the woman is shaping.\n \n Spoiler \ntakes readied action: dispell magic as counterspell casterlevel check: (1d20+10)[ 26 ] (DC: 11+enemies caster level)\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nSmiling, Kulak charges (on his turn).\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge attack, max distance is 120feet. Power Attack for 9 points. +8 str, +2 greater weapon focus, +2 charge, +1 weapon = +13 to hit\n+12 str, +2 weapon spec, +1 weapon, +9 power attack = +24 damage\n (1d20+13)[ 14 ] \n (1d12+24)[ 27 ] \ndunno if you do fumbles, but i rolled a 1. YAY!\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Mezumi manages to counter the spell.\n\nKulak charges the woman, and sorta forgets to swing when he gets there. (don't do botches, but a 1s a 1.)\n\nVa'els turn." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \n\"A pity. Surrendering would have been far better for you... and a chance for us to... hmmm... learn more information.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCasts divine favor for +3 luck bonus to attack and damage for 1 minute\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi redirects the snake to attack the woman and then readies another counter spell to stop the woman from escaping by magical\n\n \n Spoiler \nready action: disspell magic to counter\nbite attack roll (1d20+15)[ 18 ] \nif it hits: damage (1d8+12)[ 19 ] and opposed grapple check (1d20+25)[ 41 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nWhirling his axes overhead, Kulak starts working on the lady in black like an ice carver with no time to spare.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ni'll power attack for 5. and if she drops to zero or negative, i'll stop attacking right at that point.\n\n (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 21 ] \n (1d20+11)[ 18 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 26 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 25 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 29 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The woman manages to do something extremely rapidly on the snakes turn, preventing it from attacking her, it does have the option if you wish to attack something else.\n\n \"Some people are not worth the trouble if they do surrender.\" \n\nShe takes a few hits from Kulak, though they dont seem to do much to slow her.\n\nMissing one person, they spend the round wondering where Al went.\n\nOn the womans turn, she casts something, which mezumi's attempt to counter fails. The area visibily darkens, a ring of 10 ghosts all dressed out in plate and mail and such appears around the group.\n\nRound 2" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n The way to rid us of these phantoms is to defeat their summoner... \n \n Spoiler \nCasts spiritual weapon , targeting the woman in black. Weapon takes the form of a longsword, AB +9 (BAB +5 WIS +4), damage 1d8+3 (includes +1 per 3 caster levels)\n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 6 ] (force)\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Swiftly Mezumi steps into the circle of ghost, moving as close to the centre of it as possible without putting herslef at risk. She then places her hands together as if she is about to begin a prayer.\n\n \"Spirits of the life beyond, restless you may be.\nYour time has come and gone again and death now sets you free!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nChastice Spirits in 30ft radius spread\n (10d6)[ 43 ] damage to the undead, no 50% miss chance but they are entitled to a DC 26 will save for half damage.\n \n\n\nA bright white glow surrounds her for a second, then bursts outward, slicing deeply through the ghost forms." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAs gently and precisely as she can, Al finishes the man off, and then shrugs off her pack so as to pull out a coil of rope.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMore non-lethal damage punching.\n\n (1d2+1)[ 2 ] Base damage, first punch\n (2d6)[ 9 ] Sneak attack damage\n (1d2+1)[ 3 ] Base damage, second punch\n (2d6)[ 9 ] Sneak attack damage\n\nIf the first punch does the trick, then she should be able to get the rope this round.\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nBarely pausing between attacks, Kulak continues to swing his axes in a dazzling pattern of attacks.\n \n Spoiler \n\n'll power attack for 5. and if she drops to zero or negative, i'll stop attacking right at that point.\n\n\n (1d20+11)[ 19 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 30 ] \n (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 29 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 31 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 25 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Va'el misses the woman.\nKulak lands on blow, but still doesnt seem to do much to slow her down.\n\nMezumi's spell seems to have no effect on the figures.\n\nAl knocks the man out, and begins tying him up.\n\n \"And sometimes the summoner can be as elusive as one.\" She executes spin and vanishes in front of the group.\n\nThe ghosts begin moving around the group, a few of them taking swings with their weapons, but missing." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n \n Spoiler \nAssuming that she can finish binding and gagging the man this round, that's what she'll do.\n " }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"Well that was... hmm... unnerving.\" She refocuses her attentions on the summoned ghosts, redirecting the mystical sword toward the nearest, and letting fly with an arrow at the same target.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n AttackBow - (1d20+12)[ 20 ] (BAB 5, DEX +3, Enhancement +1, Luck +3)\n DamageBow - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] (Luck +3)\n\n AttackSword - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n DamageSword - (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nHe grunts \"I hate it when they run.\" Without a stutter in his rythm, he wheels and attacks the shadowy forms.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nshould be pretty predictable by now...\n\n (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 32 ] \n (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 21 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 26 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n (1d12+20)[ 22 ] \nlemme know if i have to roll any cleave attacks on these thar ghosties.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "sorry for the delay.. finally got back home from trip." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The ghosts take a step back, and regroup, forming a ghostly looking wall behind the group, blocking the path back from the way you came.\n\nYou hear the noises of that of a large crowd in the other direction." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi calls her snake and charges straight through the wall towards where the sounds come from. The snake hisses angrily and frustrated since it seems to misss out on every target it gets assigned to. Mezumi schrugs at the creatures disappointment. \"Sometimes things just happen like that, nothing you can do about it once they have happened.\" " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The ghosts seem content to stand where they are. There are also a good ammount of people now moving down the streets towards a growing crowd.\nThe group also catches a glimpse of a familiar black cloaked form, who now has its sword in its hands once again." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAl completes the process of binding the mystery man, and reactivates her invisibility. If time permits, she looks out the window to see if she can see anything going on in the street below." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "You see a crowd gathering in a square outside, with a large cloaked figure in what ressembles monk-like robes standing on the fountain. It seems like it may be speaking to the gahtered mob." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": "Mezumi steps forward, using the snakes pressence to open up a path. She doesn't seem happy, but neither does she appear angry (unlike the legless reptile behind her).\n Allright, how about we put down the weapons for a moment and you just tell us what is going on. Who are you and why were you chasing that man? The snake puts its head down and Mezumi brushes it gently. then it dissapears." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The woman turns around to look at Mezumi for a moment \"Names are something to be guarded, especially from the coming storm. But, as it makes no difference, you can call me Selvia. As far as that man is concerned...\" she glances in the direction of one of the buildings \"He choose to help the demons.\" \n\nMeanwhile your close enough to the man at the fountain to hear bits and pieces of what the man is saying with a raspy voice, something about the end of the world is near, and the true face of evil, and the like." }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"If you had... hmm... chose to share this information earlier, some... hmmm... unpleasantness ... could have been avoided.\" She sighs and shoulders her bow and starts looking around for where Al and the fleeing man disappeared to.\n\n \"Now... what of these... hmm... 'demons' and 'storm'?\" " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": " \"Ah, but you never asked.\" She looks up at the building Al is in. \"I would come down here if I were you miss. The man you seem keen on protecting I believe is one of the ones responsible for some of the local mischief, finding out who his master is would do much to help.\" \nThe man on the fountain continues his speech, though apparently takes some notice of the group. The man points towards the woman \"Behold the true voice of the demons!\" the crowd wheels around, a the sound of sharp pointy things being draw can be heard as well.\n\nSelvia turns around. \"And this is why I hate my family...\" she mutters \"Hello brother, I should have known your hands were in this.\" " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " Great, family reunions. Look pall, I don't know what your problem is, but this is still my home town. If you think you can just burst in here and upset the folk, your wrong mister. What are you lookin at? You believe the mumbo jumbo this prick in his priestly cloths sells you over the voice of that of the woman you have known since year and day? Put those knifes away people and lets hear what this new \"prophet\" has to claim. A lot of hot air most likely if you ask me. \n \n Spoiler \ndiplomacy (1d20+14)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": " \"This woman is why the demons have come. She is why the very land has been ravaged-- \nThe crowd begins moving forward, with a look of hatred and anger in their eyes.\n\n \"Must I show your slaves a true demon? They only need to turn around and look at you.\" Selvia lifts here hands up and pulls down her hood, revealing she is an elf. She then begins speaking a bunch of words, visibly darkening the sky. Something resembling black rose petals also can be seen drifting down. Black armored figures begin materializing around the outside of the square, unlike the ones from before these ones seem to be real.\n\nOne of them steps forward and salutes Selvia, which she returns \"Keep more people from entering the square, Commander.\" \n Map for those interested (not 100% correct)" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nCan I get a sense of where Al is, relative to that map? And can I tell if the woman looked right at Al - despite her invisibility, and popping into a building the woman wouldn't know about?\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Building next to the group work for you?" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Well, if I get a vote, the other side of town works better. 😏 But whatever you say." }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "(bwahahah?)\n\nRoll Intiative if you please... or more reasoning works too. Your choice of whose side you pick." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n\nAl continues to peer down over the sill at the events below.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n\nReadying an action to cast Divine Power if anyone starts to fly/climb up the window towards her, or if either Selvia or the black-armoured guys enter her building.\n\nAl is trying to determine whether she recognizes the style or uniform of the armoured figures that have just come in.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "The armor resembles that used by the elves, just in this cast its black and silver, sorta ressembling Selvia's clothing." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Kulak \n\nStanding with both axes held loosely in his hands, he watches quietly." }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " Kulak, Selvia, I don't give a rats ass about what happens to that monk but don't hurt the townsfolk. They're just frustrated and frightened by all that happened these days. \n\nShe then waves her hands and aims a plea at the sky\n \"Spirits of the weather, quench the hate and fear that shrouds the innocence of these people. I call thee to prevent any senseless bloodshed. Now unleash your tempering rains.\"\n \n\nDark clouds pack together and blacken the sky. A rumbling rolls through the clouds and sounds still far away, and yet at the same time straight above them.\n\n \n Spoiler \ncasting Cloud burst\n " }, { "author": "Seribro", "message": " \n Spoiler \ninitiative (1d20+3)[ 18 ] just in case hell unleashes more then just abit of rain.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Mezumi manages to make lighting conditions even more dismal, now you got a eerie combination of falling rain, and falling black rose petals.\n\nKulak stands with his axes at the ready.\n\nAl looks on, waiting.\n\nVa'el -\n\nSelvia takes a few steps foward, ignoring a few of the villagers. She unleashes a spell knocking 5 of the villagers out cold.\n\nThe robes guy seems a bit infuriated by her actions, and urges a few of the villagers to move towards her, while he begins moving towards the group.\n\nRound 2 - (keeping things moving)" }, { "author": "Duke of URL", "message": " V'ael \n \"So much for... hmm... being reasonable. Best not to trust anyone until we can sort this out.\"\n \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \nReadies bow and readies an action to attack whichever \"sibling\" takes an offensive action against the party\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Al \n Hmm. She's striking first, but not to kill. Interesting. \n\nAl steps back from the window and confirms that the man is still unconscious. If not, she returns him to that state. If he is, she casts a spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Fly on herself.\n " }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Once Holidays over with, Ill be getting things going again (know its tough right now to play.)" }, { "author": "CloakedInsanity", "message": "Sorry for the delay.\n\nThe villagers continue moving forward, trying to surround the woman, while the man in the robes gets in range of the group. Selvia unleashes another spell making a couple more of the villagers collapse.\n\nA few of them manage to get close enough to her and try and stop her from moving by grabbing her cloak. Its at this point the man steps next to her with a blade at her throat." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": "((ooc : withdrawing from campaign. sorry. nothing else to say, really.))" } ]
[ { "author": "Callos_DeTerran", "message": " Centuries ago in a kingdom now buried by the desert sands, the city of Cynidecea looked out over green and fertile lands. Cynidecea reached its apex during the reign of King Alexander and Queen Zenobia, and upon their passing the people erected a pyramid in their honor. Scholars have long puzzled over why the city fell into its long decline but something that has never been in dispute is this. Cynidecea fell to barbarians, and eventually the lush lands dried up into a harsh and unforgiving desert.\n\nTime passed and soon little remained of the city and the lands surrounding it but sand.\n\nThen came the Lady Ashinna Vestang, a vain woman, who received the title for a small oasis that she named for herself and promptly forgot. It wasn't until a harsh sirocco unearthed an ancient Cynidecean outpost near a notorious section of the desert known as th Valley of Death, not more then half a week's journey from her desert holding, that she took any interest in the oasis. She quickly mounted an expedition to the site, intent on claiming whatever long-buried treasure had been unearthed. Eager to profit from her find she brought her findings back to her oasis where she planned a party to celebrate her first anniversary as mistress of the oasis and to unveil the found treasures to those in attendance. A masquerade ball, in tradition with the ancient Cynidecean ways, was to be the theme of the party, with nearly everyone in the oasis invited to attend. And Lady Ashinna Vestang is famous for how exquisite her parties are.. \n\nAshinna's Oasis had turned into a veritable bee hive of activity with the return of the marchioness from the desert and announcement of a masked ball. Despite the influx of guests, the Oasis remained a quaint little hamlet with few merchants or craftsmen to it's name and only a single inn. The Dancing Tabi received more business lately then it had in a long time with visitors, merchants, and followers too poor to afford their own camping equipment packed to full in the small inn. Outside of the hamlet's borders a small ring of tents had been set up for those who had brought such thing, many of them showing up as much as a week before the ball began in order to prepare for the momentous event.\n\nMany of the permanent merchant stalls and buildings bear posts proclaiming the ball, several of which had blown away to make for fluttering paper occasionally blowing across the way. Lady Ashinna's manor was no different from the rest of the town with buskers, merchants, and a temporary camel pen all taking up space in front of the small manor.\n\nFor close to a month now a steady stream of tailors and seamstresses had been imported into the oasis, tasked with making all of the invited 'peasants' more presentable for the ball. All of this was being organized by the town crier, a man named Hajean Qatari who to ensure that everyone was suitably presentable for the masquerade, and if they weren't, to make them so.\n\nAnd to think, such chaos was happening and it wasn't even the night of the ball yet..(Which is two days away)" }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Kikue \n\nA small slip of a girl with a train of raven black hair manages to squeeze out of the crowding throng. Her effort yields little reward; though there are plenty of 'commoners' about, few costumes would rival her petite stature and some would even wonder if 'a child' such as herself was invited. However, she managed to make off with two articles of costume: a sturdy wooden mask painted orange with white streaks, suitably a grinning fox mask, and with it a matching pin on tail made from what feels like real pelt and silk.\n\nStrutting away in a saunter, Kikue looks contemplatively at the pair articles; enough for a start, but not enough for a whole costume. At least, not for one of Ashinna's handmaidens, let alone one who's been meaning to tell her something important lately...\n\nThough her worn peach colored kimono with the green grass patern at the hem (and the grass green sash) would possibly match it's servant's garb and she feels foolish enough as is. Stopping only a short distance from the crowd, Kikue glances about. This may mean she'll have to resort to the stash of gold she'd managed to save unless she's able to act more wily than a real fox.\n\nWith that in mind, she glances around, at the stalls, the people plodding about, looking for all the world like a fourteen-year-old girl with curious almond eyes..." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Bill \n\nA tiny form detached itself from the crowd, taking a seat on an overturned box someone had left behind. It was a Deep Gnome of indeterminate age, neither as young as he once was nor particularly old, clad in battered, shapeless furs and animal hides that had seen better days. The only interesting feature of the gnome's outfit was a well-kept, brass-bound tome that dangled from his belt by a thick cord.\n\nBill's feet drummed out a beat on the box and his hands wriggled about in a preoccupied dance as he took in the small oasis town. Being somewhere he had never been before, close to his goal, simply left him with too much excess energy.\n\nHe had been lured to the town by talk of an old civilization being uncovered, but he was a student of the modern as much as he was of the past, and he was eager for a lesson." }, { "author": "GimliFett", "message": " Tariq ibn Rael \n\nThe dusky-skinned dwarf moved through the crowds with ease, as unhindered by the throng as he would be by the constant rubble of his home in the badlands. The ball would be interesting, but was not of primary concern to Tariq. Of greater concern were the artifacts retrieved from the sands of the desert. Tariq wished to see and catalog these items of history and attempt to ascertain their importance and former uses.\n\nTariq ibn Rael carried a scimitar, belted just below the sash around his waist. Additionally, four darts were arrayed around his person as was a worn wooden club, scoured smooth by the desert winds as is the small wooden shield adorning his left arm. Heavy hide armor can occasionally be seen underneath the billowing robes the dwarf wears.\n\nLooking through the masks and costumes available for the gala, Tariq seeks something resembling a scorpion." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Pneldobnithayn Burnyvissak \n\nAnother small gnome waited on the edge of the crowd gathered to receive their costumes. He was content to wait his turn, as he would probably just grab a bunch of random pieces and claim he was a chaos elemental or something just as silly.\n\n\"Pnel\", as he is commonly known around the oasis, stands just over 3 feet tall and slight of build, he has light brown eyes and \"sandy\" hair. Not just in color, his hair and cloths generally have some amount of sand in/on them. Usuaully this happens when he plays with some children and joins in their games of tumbling. His skin, and eyes however mark his as not one of the normal gnomes or even a true brother to Bill. His skin is bronzed to nearly shining and his eyes gleam with orange around a dark red pupil marking him as one of the gnomes from the desert.\n\nHe greets anyone that looks in direction with a friendly wave or some comment about the heat and how at least it's a dry heat. At the moment he is dressed simply in some leathers that are well worn and have sand caked into the joints, but he has been seen in the past with a small bow and a little morningstar when the situation has called for them." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": "[ooc] Just FYI, Callos posted in another game I'm in that he's having computer problems. [/ooc]" }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Kikue \n\nThose dark brown almond eyes catch the wave the overly friendly gnome send her way and without missing a beat, the handmaiden looks wider eyed at Pnel, up from the mask and tail she's holding in her hands. Having found a sucker possible aide for her endeavors, she doesn't return the salutation with a smile or a nod, but rather a troubled, almost tearful look of sadness.\n\nInwardly she reminds herself not to try to take gross advantage; she may need this outside... uh... help, but she's doing it over something to allow her to save face... Nothing terribly extravagant is her reasoning as her lip almost quivers..." }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Pnel \n\nThe small gnome stops to ponder the sad looking girl. She had some costume pieces. Were they perhaps broken, or too large? She did look quite slim to his eyes. Never one to abide by frowns if he can help it, he darts through the crowd, slipping behind the taller folk, attempting a simple game of \"peek-a-boo\" with the girl to try and coax a smile from her." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Kikue \n\nInwardly surprised, but outwardly only showing the same sort of depressed look, Kikue tries to get the gnome closer by rewarding him with the sight of her covering her mouth with a long, wide sleeve. It looks like she's trying to stifle a giggle before she gives a warm look over.\n\n Are you perhaps an entertainer for my Lady Ashinna? " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Pnel \n\nManeuvering through the crowd, he eventually \"peeks\" out near enough to the girl to smile and see her apparently trying not to giggle. He wonders why anyone would want to try not to giggle. He was just about to ask her that very question when she mentioned working for the Lady Ashinna.\n\nEyes lighting up at someone obviously recognising him from one of the very very brief times he was allowed in the same room with her to make some of his limericks and a bit of tumbling, the gnome's chest puffs out and he raises himself to all of his terribly imposing 3 feet and attmempts to ceremoniously brush the dust off of his garments (though he merely succeeds in making a small dust cloud that mostly just settles back on him).\n\n \"Ahhhh hello there. Clearly you recognise Pneldobnithayn Burnyvissak.\" \n\nSweeping into a small bow, one of his hands darts behind his back...\n\n Sleight of Hand - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n\nAnd comes back around with a somewhat crumpled little desert flower that he flourishes and presents to the young lady in front of him.\n\n \"As I have done for the Lady on many occasions, now I have brought a smile to your face as well.\" \n\nA serious look, one of confidence in a job well done had settled on his features...but then his head jerked from side to side as if being rattled from side to side by something and an enormous grin splits his face. Holding his arms out as if for a hug, he almost squeals with glee,\n\n \"Oh you've come to ask me to perform at the party, but you were too afraid to approach me. That's why you were sad. Well of course I would be honored. My usual fee will apply, but I think I may have to charge a little extra.\" \n\nWinking as he says the last part, he turns his face to the side and coyly taps one of his round, cherubic cheeks with a small finger." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Bilius Tryggvassen \n\nBill made his way through the swarming mass of humans and other creatures that seemed to overrun what he thought was a marketplace. He kept one eye on the people and one on the architecture, the avid interest of a scholar in his gaze.\n\nHe kept one hand on his prayerbook - his one truly valuable possession - aware that such gatherings could bring out the pickpockets. Anything else of his a thief was welcome to, but the prayerbook he needed. His other hand brushed the sandy exterior of a building, and Bill lost himself for a moment in admiring it. Pure functionality, of course - no aesthetics. Four walls and a roof to keep out the wind sufficed. But then, that was humans for you. Part of their charm, Bill often thought. Always busy, always looking to make something of themselves, something that mattered. Something that lasted.\n\nHe went back to trying to navigate the crowd, which was always a tricky proposition when one was three feet tall and could be stepped on and trampled without hardly any notice." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Kikue \n\nNearly betraying her true self Kikue takes a step back, a hand held up in front of her. Apparently the girl disdains physical contact with others from the discomforting look she wears. However after a moment, she plucks the flower from the gnome's outstretched hand and nods\n\n \"Ah... actually, sir, I need help. It falls to my own discretion to provide a costume and All I have was barely obtained... I have no money...\" she leans in closer for a moment before flitting back out of reach and offers the gnome a deal.\n\n \"But I work in her conclave and I can get you into the party's entertainment if you'd be kind enough to lend some coin. ...You wouldn't want to see me sad, would you? \n Attempt at diplomacy. (1d20+2=9) " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Pnel \n\nPnel's face scrunches up at the explanation given by the woman, and when she mentions coin he is a little confused.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nNot really sure what to make of this little slip of a thing, he tries to assuage her concerns a bit.\n\n \"If you need to get a costume, I wouldnt think you would need coin for that. Heck why d'ye think all these people are waiting about in line. You just need to wait a bit and they'll give ya something grand to wear. I dont have a special costume in mind, so I'll just wait and see what fits when everyone else has had their pick.\" \n\nHis smile is offered up once again and his little chubby cheeks puff out a bit." }, { "author": "tonberryking", "message": " Kikue \n\nThe girl sighs.\n\n \"Nothing FITS me and I was near the front up until a few moments ago. My arms were too small to grab at anything... And even if I got anything more than a mask and tail... Nothing will fit. It was all human sized work...ADULT human work...\" " } ]
[ { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Team 1 \n\nKuro leads the three of you toward the Ancient Mysteries Boutique , but doesn't take you inside the store. He stops just in front of the shop, looking about and wondering about what was following them. For a second, he seems to contemplate the complexities of fighting his enemies here and now. At least, that is what you think flashes across his face when he doubles over and groans in pain. In a split second he's already standing back up, masking his pain with a goofy grin.\n\n\" Ha-ha.. Looks like my plan failed to draw them out.. \"\n\nOf course, no one short of a moron would have been fooled by a lie that poorly put together. Rather than let you question, however, Kuro immediately begins moving toward the Memorial in silence.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSenses roll, please.\n \n\n Team 2 \n\nKurina stomps past civilians toward the Memorial. She's quite obviously getting more and more angry the more she walks. It's possible that she's running through what Matasu would be doing and the conclusion she came to is just enough to infuriate the strong-willed woman. A little old man is foolish enough to not move out of Kurina's way, and what happens next is just what everyone expects from the Brutal..\n\nShe grabs the old man by the scruff of his neck, causing him to drop a half-finished bottle of either shochu or sake. The man squeaks like a disturbed mouse before Kurina haphazardly hurls him over her shoulder. Unfortunately, his path goes straight into the gut of Kyoshin..\n\n \n Spoiler \nGrace+Build from Kyoshin. Grace from anyone looking to assist him.\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin frowns. Something here is wrong. As he follows Kuro towards the memorial, his mouth tightens. What now? \n \n Spoiler \n Senses - (3d6)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 3 ](8) \n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " Kyouko Kyoshin \n\nKyoshin trundles after Kurina-sensei and the girls, to suddenly find an old-man being tossed in his face.\n \n\"I got you, Ojiisan!\" Kyoshin tries to carefully catch the old man.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHands On Training!\n (6d6)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 4 ](14) \n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi blinks as an old man gets tossed at her team mate. Well, she isn't a fan of drunks, but she can't have Kyoshin hurt either, he just started coming out of the whole pacifism thing. She steps to the side so she doesn't have a chance of getting hit, but snakes one hand in to try to help cushin the impact of the flying elderly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGrace roll (3d6)[ 4 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](6) \n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai stops and blinks as Kurina throws the old man \"Um, sensei, should you really be assaulting citizens?\" She doesn't try to intervene, she'd probably end up zapping them both or something instead of helping" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " \n Spoiler \n senses roll (3d6)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 5 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " (2d6)[ 7 ] To sense something amiss" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Team 1 \n\nThe group heads further toward the Memorial. Kuro's grinning like an idiot, which is strange for the older shinobi. Very strange indeed..\n\n \n Spoiler \nBuki notices that each time the four of you walk, a fifth set of footsteps echoes in time with your own..\n\nEach of you also notice that Kuro is acting weirder than normal. It could be the fact that he's taken quite a few painkillers at the hospital..\n \n\n Team 2 \n\nKyoshin and Natsumi catch the drunk old man together. He grins widely and thanks you both. He then quietly slips away while rambling something about 'getting a good feel\".\n\nKurina ignores any attempt to discuss the drunk man incident, though she appears to be wearing a deep shade of red across her cheeks. The blush doesn't disappear even as your group steps into the massive circle that is the Memorial.\n\n Both Groups \n\nThe obsidian tower that bears the names of the dead looms over you. It stands much like a sentinel, guarding the way to the future by holding back the angry spirits of the past. Each group spots the other directly across the dirt circle that surrounds that obsidian guardian. For Team Two, Kuro-sempai seems to be acting rather oddly. More oddly than the last time you saw him amid the forest. For Team One, Kurina-sempai seems to be very upset with something or someone. And she seems to be blushing like a madwoman.\n\nKuro raises his hand, as if to wave toward Team Two, but a flash of movement stops him from doing so. Thats when something hits each and every shinobi standing at the circle..\n\n.. There are no peasants here.\n\nNot a single individual other than Team Two and Team One stands among the Memorial. Normally, people are passing through this area with quite abit of frequency. In fact, the Memorial was the busiest sector of town aside from the Academy.\n\n Team Two \n\nKurina immediately assumes a defensive stance. She stands right in front of her team, placing her body between them and any potential attackers.\n\n Everyone! Defensive positions!\n\nThat team over there. The quietness. None of this is right. We may already be caught in a genjutsu. That team may be fake, or they may be imposters. Or they might really be Team One. \n Team One \n\nKuro's drug-addled brain reacts as any shinobi-mind would. He puts himself between his team and the enemy. Of course, he's holding no weapons other than his crutch, and stands completely unarmored.\n\n Guys. This is probably a trap. Don't let them fool you, they've already pretended to be me once. Get ready and stay behind me. Ok? " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Sayuri skipped still while Kuro got in the way. She bounced off her brother and lost her breath but she still had the mettle to spot the other team across from hers. As soon as she was done glaring at them her eyelids fluttered half-closed before a small demure bow did the trick. She shouldn’t bow too low it was just Brutal Kurina after all.\n “Brutal Kurina-kun why doesn’t my brother see you anymore?” She smirked. “Your cooking was absolutely horrible, Mambo wouldn’t eat it after you catered at the graduation ceremony when you graduated with the other Genin, what’s so special that he has to save yours for magical ingredients?” As if that wasn’t enough, “Kuro says that he loves you and wants to kiss you, if you blush any redder he said he might come over there and marry you. Unless you want to marry me again, but I should say anything because your Genin, oh my goodness where has my tongue gone? Help I’m in a tongue-twister Jutsu!” " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Um, I don't know Sayuri-san very well, but from what I do know, that's... that's pretty normal.\" \n Weird, but normal. Kyoshin scratches his head, but steps up so that he is at a ninety degree angle from (the blushing) Kurina-sensei. If Natsumi and Shunrai were to follow suit, they would create a defensive box of ninja.\n\n \" Buki-san! If that's really you... what fruit do you fear most in my hands? \" Kyoshin figures that tests are better than fighting, but if it comes to fighting... I just hope it doesn't. But I'll keep my promise. " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin's eyes flick from the left to the right. Genjutsu? Gliding over the stones, without seeming to move, he is suddenly in front of Kuro, right hand raised in the seal for raising chakra, left curled into an odd clawed shape at his side. \" You are in no shape to fight, Kuro-san. \" He speaks softly, eyes gazing without malice towards Kurina and the genin of team two. He seems perfectly at ease, the first time since he has met up with team one, and he is smiling, a soft smile that speaks only of calmness and contemplation." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai turns to watch the rear, her elemental shield crackling into full strength around her and she floats up off the ground a couple inches. She smirks as she hears Sayuri's deluge of what seems to be her usual undecipherable nonsense. \"I'd say at least Sayuri is the real thing, seems like it'd be hard to mimic that lunacy\"" }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Buki shakes his head Geez, Kuro's going to be no help at all, and Sayuri-chan is, well... herself, hmm Shin-san seems sensible enough. while doing this pondering Buki is looking rather foolish facing away from team 2 in the opposite direction. He whispers to Shin Shin-san there is more to worry about here then the other team, I believe we were being followed and we should- Buki is cut off by Kyoshin's comment, recalling that fateful bannana filled day Buki spins around his face red with anger fire in his eyes. His staff is already out, and he looks ready to attack." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\n\" Calm yourself, Buki. The great philosopher Shen Tsao Lu once said 'Nearly all traps are laid ahead'. If we are already trapped in genjutsu, then nothing need be as it seems. We can't trust our senses, even the other team may not be real. \" Shin's hand appears almost by itself on Buki's shoulder. \" If we rush forward, we will be lost. We must hold our ground, make the enemy come to us. \" Shin seems calm still, his dark eyes lightened to a swirling green." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi steps up so her back is to Kyoshin's back and glances around. \"Why is it always illusions..\" She sighs and looks around waiting for some kind of order from her teacher. After a few long seconds of piecing Sayuri's comments together into a sensable format she looks over at Kurina, then Sayuri. \"Our Sensei's are acting odd, we might be caught up in some genjutsu. And you pick now to talk of such things?\" She sighs, again, and scans the roof tops of the surrounding area. Maybe its a stress trama thing.. " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Team Two \n\n\" ..Why you insolent little! I should come over there and--Ya, thats Sayuri all right! Hehe! \"\n\nKurina sighs deeply, her blush only growing deeper. She moves to walk toward the other team, but her legs move with jerky half-stumbles instead of her casual walk. She wasn't like this earlier. In a scant few seconds, Kurina oversteps and begins hurtling toward the hard-packed dirt!\n\n \n Spoiler \nSenses for Team Two. Grace for anyone who tries to catch her.\n \n\n Team One \n\nKuro's face is red at this point, though it doesn't seem to be from embarrassment.. The young chuunin plops down on the ground hard, sitting straight up and laughing like a mad man. He sighs deeply, and seems to be acting like a drunk. Or, atleast, Sayuri would know that he was acting just like that time he tried to beat Kurina in a shochu drinking contest.\n\n\" It's.. hic! .. A. Drunken.. night.. technique-e-e~! \"\n\nKuro falls backwards, snoring loudly. Between drunken Kurina and unconscious Kuro, they're both entirely useless. Now that your allies have been established.. It was time to breakthrough and grasp victory!" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha you’re so funny!” She looked as if she’d tried to slink around Kuro’s ragdoll body if she hadn’t already tripped over it. Her fingers crept along until they were in one of his usual equipment pouches." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\n\" Kuro-san! \" Shin yells as he sees Kuro fall. He runs over to where Kuro's crumpled form lies, and checks his pulse. After he ascertains that Kuro is not dead, Shin stands, and folds his hand into the chakra seal across his chest, summoning large amounts of chakra, poking at his own mind, looking for the genjutsu he knows must be there.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Second Portico: Compassion - expending 2 chakra to activate the jutsu.\n\nOR (if the answer to the PM is 'no')\n\n (3d6)[ 8 ] - Senses, looking for the small flaws present in even the most powerful genjutsu.\n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Ummm... what just happened? Kurina-sensei? Hello?\" Kyoshin reaches out with one large arm and tries to slowly guide his sensei to the ground. \"Natsumi-san, Shunrai-san, close the gap. And... and someone tell me what's going on. Are we... are we really in a genjutsu?\" \n\nKyoshin moves and twists himself so that their square defensive stance becomes a triangular defensive stance, with Kurina-sensei's body in the middle.\n\nOf course, this puts Kyoshin out front... Just the way it should be. \n \n Spoiler \n Understanding... Will it come? (Senses)\n (3d6)[ 4 ][ 3 ][ 6 ](13) \n Let Kurina-Sensei fall down carefully (Grace)\n (2d6)[ 4 ][ 6 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai isn't really watching Kurina, since she's watching their backs. \"Seeming like the genin are real, but maybe the instructors aren't or something has happened to them. Either way looks like it's going to be up to us. Anyone notice anything out of place or sense anything wrong? Anything to suggest this might be a genjutsu? I'm not reacting to it like that last one, at least not yet\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSenses (2d6)[ 4 ][ 5 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi reaches over and just about puts her hand on Shurai's shoulder. Her hand stops for just a second, as if something occures to her. She shacks her head and finally lightly grabs the smaller girl's shoulder, pulling slightly to let her know silently they're moving. Her gaze doesn't stop just at kurina, but keeps looking.\n\nShe moves herself and Shunrai over to Kyoshin. But doesn't move to stop her teachers fall. Not that she's mean or anything, she just actually doesn't believe her teacher would fall on her face. \"A technique, that gets you drunk? um.. That old guy was the only person Kurina-sensei had any contact with\" \n \n Spoiler \n Senses (3d6)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Team One \n\nKuro doesn't move as Sayuri digs through his belt-pouch. She finds several kunai, a book titled Highlander , and the keaton mask he had been wearing during the triathlon.\n\nShin searches throughout Kuro's chakra circulatory system for the effects of the genjutsu. His search, unfortunately, proves rather fruitless. Strangely enough, he does find a strong concentration of chakra in Kuro's eyes, more so than any normal individual should contain. It's almost like he had been the target of a doujutsu recently..\n\n Team Two \n THUD! Kurina hits the dirt and she hits hard. Strangely enough, the tall kunoichi is just laughing about it, despite the deep abrasions on her face that are already beginning to turn purple.\n\nThats when it dons on Kyoshin. The storm-shinobi was able to think and speak clearly. Which meant that the genjutsu they were trapped in wasn't aimed at them directly or else Shunrai would be reacting to the forced movement of her chakra.\n\n Both Teams \n\nSomeone disables Kurina and Kuro. Both teams are stuck here. Leematsu was out and about by himself. Someone was following Team One.. It seems as if everything was coming to a head!\n\nBoth Kyoshin and Shin notice the fact that only their instructors were targeted, but people are still avoiding this area. Only one possibility comes to mind for both genin. The genjutsu in question is warding other people away, and had to have been made after each team arrived." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\n\" Doujutsu! \" Shin leaps backwards from Kuro's slumped form, executing a perfect standing backflip before landing away from team one and team two, right hand extended forward and straight, left hand held loosely by his side. \" The genjutsu to keep the people away from the monument was created recently. And someone targetted Kuro-san and Kurina-sama with doujutsu recently, to have that effect on them. \" He opens his eyes, looking outward toward the trees and the forest. \" You've already shown an aptitude for fighting with genjutsu. I won't be taken so easily this time. Show yourselves . \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nShin is officially expecting attack from the forest, and from any member of team's one and two. He's looking for hidden people in the local area.\n\n (3d6)[ 5 ][ 6 ][ 1 ](12) - Sensing the hidden shinobi he knows are there.\n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Now this... this is bad.\" Kyoshin feels something swell inside of him, as he briefly glances down at Kurina-sensei. \"It's as... Shin-san? (I think that's his name) shouted. A Jutsu targeted towards the sensei to take them out, while also keeping other people away. Be on your guards, girls. Looks like...\" \n\nKyoshin flexes his ample muscles as he begins to scan the area. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a piece of broccoli, munching it down in an instant. Reshouldering his pack so that it's ready for combat, and sliding his feet into the familiar pose of the Strong Fist Stance, the large genin continues, \"...looks like that fight I was avoiding just found us.\n\nAnd I think I'm finally ready for it.\"\n\n At least, I sure hope I am. \n \n Spoiler \nKyoshin gets ready for an attack. His first reaction will be to defend with Strong Fist Style jutsu if he himself is attacked. He doesn't bother watching the other team, just looks around the surroundings.\n\nSome just in case rolls: (use 'em or don't, Zero)\n\nSenses roll - (3d6)[ 4 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](10) \nMind roll - (2d6)[ 4 ][ 3 ](7) \nStrong Fist Style - (9d6)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 1 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Buki's staff already out he looks around warily looking to see a glimpse of the enemy ready for a fight.\n \n Spoiler \n senses (3d6)[ 3 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai glances back at Kurina on the ground and steps back over the top over her and crouches down, letting her own shield cover the chuunin. \"I can cover both of us, so you 2 focus on watching each other and keeping yourselves safe and don't worry about Kurina for now. Anyone have an idea of how to get us out of this?\"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi frowns faintly. Then taps Kyoshin lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. \"Can you carry Kurina-sensei for us?\" She moves to cover Kyoshin if need be, but she still doesn't see anything out there. But they have to do something, not just stand here waiting. She calls over to the other team. \"Can one of you carry your sensei? We shouldn't just stand here. Lets try to get them to help.\" " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin, from his space equidistant from the two groups and the memorial the fourth corner of an invisible diamond, speaks up taking care that his eyes never leave the wall of forest. \" And walk straight into an ambush? No, u nless you have some medical ninjutsu that says Kuro-sensei and Kurina-sama's lives are in danger, we are better to wait here, where we can at least see them coming. Moving, in the trees, we will be easy prey for their genj u tsu. \" Shin stops for a second, his face inscrutable, but tensed and hard with an anger not encompassed by the tension of battle. He speaks again, but something odd has entered his normally calm tone. \" Sayuri-san, Buki-san, I trust you can guard Kuro-sensei? I fe a r that... my presence would not do any of you good. In fac t \" His voice strengthens, as if he is trying to contain something. \" I think it would be best if none of you were to come too close. \" Even though his back is to both parties, they can see now a faint growing darkness glimmering around the edges of his eyes.\n\nShin feels all the hatred, all the loathing, all the resentment, all the anger, rushing to the surface of his mind. Again, and again, he sees the dark shapes tormenting him. \" Time to lear n what i t feels like . \" He mutters under his breath, as darkness pools on his palms and drips down towards the distant ground." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi sighs, and shrugs. \"I don't need a medical jutsu for that. They're helpless out in the open. So are we.\" She looks at Kyoshin. \"Lets atleast get Kurina-sensei someplace where we can put are backs to a wall, please. Shunrai and I will cover you.\" But that pretty much went without saying." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Kyoshin nods, and backs his way into Kurina-sensei's prone form, still looking out for danger. Once the heel of his bare foot taps Kurina's body, the large genin leans down and picks her up over his back in a fireman's carry.\n\n \"Up we, go, sensei. I guess now is an ok time to mention this, cause it's been bugging me... but you left your dinner cooking back there.\" Kyoshin knows he wasn't supposed to mention that, but if he didn't get it off his chest at some point, it would eat at him until he did. Now at least he's said it... and if Kurina-sensei wakes up because of it, well, all the better.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStill ready to defend himself, just slightly hampered now.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Sayuri pulled out the Highlander book with a flourish, in a very low, very challenging Taijutsu stance she flopped the cover open with her fingers and read the few words there.\n “Ha, ha, ha, ha you haven’t finished this-” Something caught the words before they got out and choked them to death. She sat down quiet as could be wearing a tiny frown for all the ‘oh, wonderfuls’ mutely watching Shimura Shin in her veiled eyes. She took a moment to look around the Memorial, for all the world trying to figure out what was going on at the moment." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "Natsumi, Shunrai, and Kyoshin struggle to retrieve their sensei. As Kyoshin lifts up Kurina, he realizes that she's much heavier than she looks. When they say muscle is denser than fat, they damn well mean it! Time was on their side, apparently, because nothing assaulted any of the genin within the Square.\n\nShin, Buki, and Sayuri on the other hand are more interested in themselves than acting like a team. Their sensei is laying right in the middle of the street with Sayuri rummaging through his pouch. Buki is off on his own, looking around. While Shin is standing out in the open, dripping some black ichor from his hands.\n\nTeam Two attempt to extract their sensei from the middle of the Square, but the moment they near the exit..\n\n fwip! P-TANG! \n\nA single black dagger bounces off the headband of Kurina. The angle pointed at the Memorial as where it came from. The six of you turn to look, where a single man in an overly large coat stands on top of the memorial. His dirty shoes defile the names carved upon the stone, and his filthy hands are clutching the Haigakure headband that had once been wrapped around the statue. All six of you recognize him as Matasu, the Bull. His headband is worn proudly on his forehead this time.. But something is wrong with it.\n\n\" I crawled up here to see if there really is the name of a Kage carved into this stone. To see if it wasn't just another lie fed to us by people like that fool Kyusuki and his whole damn family. Guess what kiddies..\n\n I was right! \n\nTheres nothing! There is no Kage up here, just the title and an empty plaque! It doesn't mean a damn thing! \"\n\nMatasu flings the Memorial's headband toward Kuro's head.\n\n\" I should have told Leematsu to kill you all here and now.. He's already strong enough to beat Kuro and his bitch ! Ha! Both of 'em are unfit to be genin, little lone chuunin! And you kids! HA! \"\n\nHe motions toward Kyoshin, Sayuri, Shunrai, Buki, Natsumi, and finally settles on Shin.\n\n\" A coward, a wanna-be, a kaminin, an idiot, an ugly kunoichi, and little Captain EmoPants. Useless, the lot of you. \"\n\nWith that last bit, he hops down into Square itself. Thats when you notice exactly what is wrong with his headband. A single deep gouge runs through the Haigakure symbol, signifying the break of his ties with his village.\n\n\" Warding this place with my new jutsu had been hard. I was lucky when Kuro asked me to wait by myself for his useless ass group. Heh.. I wonder how many of you I can kill before I get bored.. Heh-heh.. Come on little kiddies! Lets see what you've got! \"" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Thunk. Said the memorial headband after it bounced off the ground next to Kuro’s head. She followed it all the way down from the top of the monolithic shrine, dark as Shimura Shin’s coal black eyes. Matasu’s big weatherworn coat snapped and played with the rushing winds of his downfall, dead souls wailing in agony. Sayuri didn’t lose her airy head until she heard his feet smash against the ground and she watched him rise up from his hunched crouch, seething demon with warped horns and flared nostrils.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative – (6d6)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " How... why... He's desecrating the memorial... Kyoshin blinks, still disbelieving that Matasu-sensei is behind this. Regardless, he shoulders Kurina-sensei's weight until it feels right, trying to make less of her body available as a target.\n\n \"Natsumi-san, Shunrai-san, you think it's too late to go back and eat Kurina-sensei's dinner instead of this?\" Kyoshin says with a smirk and a grin, and the tone of voice tells his teammates that he is kidding. His next sentence is a bit more serious, and he yells it out, \"Leematsu-san? Why do this? Has this village wronged you so badly that you would attack your classmates?\" " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai barely chokes back a laugh \"Is that the best insults you could come up with for us? Your fighting abilities gotta be better than your oratory skills or you'd have killed yourself just trying to get out of bed this morning.\" She glances around them, looking for a way to get Kurina to safety at least. Then she whispers to Kyoshin and Natsumi \"What do you 2 think? I think we can get Kurina out of here, but I don't think those other 3 have much of a chance without us.\"" }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Agreed.\" Kyoshin whispers back. \"And Kurina-sensei would not want needless death. Especially not with Kuro-sensei here as well. We stay. We stay, and we fight.\" " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin whips around at the noise, and everyone standing there sees that the young genin's face has nearly completely changed. The eyes, previously a deep blue, are now cold hard black orbs set in a face charged with anger and fear. Weird black mist seems to emanate from them and steam away into the air. His right hand is completely covered in the black stuff, and his left also has a sheen of darkness upon it.\n\nAs soon as Shin, if it is Shin, sees Matasu, his focus on the coated man's headband. The Haigakure symbol seems to hold no interest for him, and he turns back to the forest, eyes hunting for something .\n\n \n Spoiler \n (7d6)[ 3 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 5 ](24) - Initiative.\n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "She shakes her head hearing Shunrai, seeming to pay no attention to what Matasu said. \"No, we'll need all six if we ever to even stand a chance. Kyoshin, you'll need to set Kurina-sensei down. I think she'll be okay so long as we're still standing.\" She takes a few steps to the left to get a clear line on Matasu. One hand going behind her back to a pouch.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Init (6d6)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](13) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'll just roll for Buki then..\n\nInitiative:\n\nShin\nSayuri\nMatasu\nNatsumi\nKyoshin\nShunrai\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\n\" Eyes to the front, eyes all around, what is it that I hear this sound . \" Shin takes a step forward that oddly seems to send him backward at nigh impossible speed. His leg flicks out towards Matasu body arching back with the power of the strike, and as he is in mid-air a voice much deeper than Shin's echoes across the clearing. \" Kage-Shudan, Daiichi Hochou. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n (9d6+14)[ 2 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](40) - Way of Shadow, First Step.\n\nIf successfully does damage, spend 2 chakra to activate the Second Step, i.e. the Shadow Coffin.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " He’s so big Kuro-sama! Sayuri watched the world stretch.\nNinja who passed on wore a white kimono wrapped over the right side, symbol of the dead whose bones Matasu broke under his feet. Their voices trembled Kage-shudan , Shin said what they left for ears not mortal. He’d taken his first step and she wouldn’t even imagine what might happen if she got in their way. Her hands pushed down on her brother in a desperate bid to wake him up, spirits used dreams to find souls who listened like Kuro did and somehow she knew if they found him now he wouldn't be having a happy sleep." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Matasu \n\nThe chuunin grins as he does not attempt to dodge Shin's blow. In fact, he doesn't seem phased what so ever by the attack. The Bull's coat splits where the boy's leg struck, but Matasu ignored the damaged fabric. He reaches back and slips his coat off slowly. \" I'll give you this, boy. I didn't expect a genin to offer a single technique that my Kage Kengi no Jutsu would stop. But I should have done more research into the Sumera clan before I wrote you off.. \"\n\n THUD \n\nHis coat falls, dropping to the ground and sending up dust clouds all around him. Matasu's body is muscular, enough to make even the most well-renowned bodybuilder very jealous. The crazy grin across his face never leaves, and merely grows as realization slowly dons on both Sayuri and Shin. The Flawless Butterfly and the Hidden Fist are meaningless against the Bull.\n\n\" Enjoy this boy. Only three men have seen this body and lived to tell the tale. You won't be the fourth.. Akurei Rinzai no Jutsu \" Strangely enough, he makes no hand-seals to perform his technique, but the affect is clear. The chuunin's body begins to emanate energy, a blood red aura surrounds his body and the weight of his pure killing intent comes to bear. Every breathe feels like Shin's last. The air settles heavy in his lungs, threatening to send the boy to his knees in the face of death. Matasu cracks his knuckles and the sound seems as if it reverberates throughout Shin's entire body.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll need a Mind roll from Shin and anyone else who attempts to move close enough to attack Matasu in melee combat.\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin, face locked in a determined rictus, is knocked back as his blow fails to faze Matasu, sliding to a stop several metres from the monument. He looks slightly confused and the blackness burning from his eyes and dripping from his hands seems to lessen ever so slightly, before flaring back up a second later.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (3d6)[ 3 ][ 2 ][ 4 ](9) - Mind , what there is of it.\n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"Well this situation kind of makes me wish I'd finished that new technique I think I'm creating.\" She pulls out some kunai and and sighs \"I'm really not good at throwing these things, need to figure out how to get the wind to guide them, maybe have time for that next year. We still want to stay and fight?\"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi quietly mutters to Shunrai. \"I kinda doubt we can out run him\" She takes a step back her hand whipping out from behind her back with four kunai and sends them flying in staight lines at Matasu.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKunai Jutsu (5d6+3)[ 2 ][ 4 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](18) \n \n\n\nAfterward she steps behind Kyoshin, all but disappearing behind the large young man." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " Great. So, Kyoshin, let's recap. In the midst of training before your worst dinner ever, you and your teammates find someone suspiciously alone when he shouldn't be, so you go tell your sensei. Who is now on your back, unconscious. Correction. Who is now on your back, unconscious and very very heavy . All because of this guy in front of you who, I guess, can't be easily touched or attacked. Kyoshin stands still for a moment, his eyes watching, his body unsure how to act. Slowly, the genin shifts the heavy weight of Kurina-sensei down from his back onto the ground and stands up again just in time to see Natsumi throw a kunai and jump behind him.\n\nLeaving him the main defense between their team and an apparent madman.\n\nWorse. A traitor.\n\nEven worse. A traitor who turned Leematsu into a traitor.\n\nEven MORE worse. A traitor who desecrated the village's memorial, and now had some type of defense that was making it hard for Kyoshin to reprimand him.\n\nAnd the strange thing was...\n\nKyoshin looked behind himself at his sensei on the ground and the two kunoichi teammates standing there. I'd rather be right here than anywhere else right now. \n \n Spoiler \nKyoshin adopts a defensive stance and hopes he doesn't have to bother.\n\n Mind Roll for Next Round \n (2d6)[ 3 ][ 1 ](4) \n " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Im not in the initiative lineup so Ill just assume Im last\n \n\n Crap, so much for my uneventful day, this sucks, I guess this is at least an oppourtunity to use my newly developed jutsu. Buki shifts his weight and begins fingering something on his back." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai turns to face Matatsu and throws a kunai at him, if nothing else it'll give him something else to pay attention to\n\n \n Spoiler \n (2d6)[ 2 ][ 3 ](5) \n " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Buki springs into action grabbing the demon wind Shurukiun he had been fingering on his back and and flinging the spinning projectile at the \"bull\" before him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (9d6+4)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Matasu's Turn \n\nHe grins and forms a half-seal with his right hand. In the span of a single breath the Bull vanishes among smoke. Everyone immediately notices him standing behind Shin with his arms out wide, obviously ready to crush the young genin. Of course, Natsumi intervenes before he can finish his attack..!\n\n Natsumi \n\nA trio of obsidian daggers veered toward their target. Each blade has but a single purpose, to deliver sharp death to the Bull. They veer unerringly toward his heart, to pierce it as he has pierced the spirit of Haigakure...!\n\n PATANG! \n\nMatasu dances about in his space, blocking all three daggers with a pair of gloves. Both gloves have a heavy metal bar across their knuckle, and are obviously intended to be offensive weapons. He disregards the kunoichi in favor of the next attack..\n\n Shunrai \n\nHer own kunai is not nearly as lethal, and Matasu snatches the black blade out of the air and flings it down into the dirt. \" Little girls shouldn't be playing with knives. Kunoichi aren't meant for the battlefield! \"\n\n Buki \n\nWith a grunt and a flare of his fighting spirit, the young genin flings his fuuma shuriken toward Matasu. The four-pronged blade is much different than a normal shuriken, as it suffers from much more wind-drag. Unfortunately Buki does not take this into consideration, and his weapon ends up stabbed into the dirt without so much as making it half-way to Matasu." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "She sighs, it's bad enough they're fighting someone who could probably quite easily kill them. But could he atleast shut up and do it already? \"The kunoichi on this team can't be barefoot and in the kitchen, Kyoshin's the cook.\" She grumbles faintly to herself. Then quietly to Kyoshin. \"Kyoshin, I know he put a Jutsu up that makes it.. Scarey to get near him. But, if you don't atleast throw a rock at him, I'm going to stab you. I realise that won't hurt you, but hopefully it will atleast wake you up.\" The tall girl side steps again, her hand going back behind herself into a pounch on her black leather belt." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (ooc) bah! I forgot my whole purpose of even making that post! Init roll (6d6)[ 6 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 6 ](25) \n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"So you don't want me to cook him something?\" Kyoshin asks, fiddling with the latch on his shoulder bag. \"Actually... that's not a bad idea...\" \n\nWith his usual deft quickness when it comes to food, Kyoshin soon has several tomatoes in his hands, very plump and ripe. He, with some sadness, squeezes them a bit to make them juicy, and then in an unorthodox maneuver...\n\n...throws two of the four tomatoes at the Bull, jumping straight up into the air as he does so.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCome on now, sing it with me:\n\n Aaaaattack of the (not so) Killer Tomatoes! Aaaaaattack of the Killer Tomatoes! \nGrace Roll (I think) (2d6)[ 4 ][ 5 ](9) \n+ 3 chakra for an ADDED (3d6)[ 6 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](12) \nTotal (9) + (12) = 21 for throwing tomatoes\n\n Basic Leaping Jutsu \n50 ft. up for free. Up to Zero, but I'd like to end my turn up in the air, if you don't mind.\n\n Don't Mind Me, I'm just a 6'6\", 298 pound genin \nMind Roll (2d6)[ 1 ][ 2 ](3) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Tomato Attack \n\nMatasu defends against the first two, but the third tomato strikes him square in the chest. His shirt is quickly covered in tomato juice and abit of his own blood.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDeals 2 lethal with a tomato. 😁\n\nAlienRat: I've been rolling initiative so the game doesn't get slowed down. I posted the initiative roster in the OOC thread.\n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"You know, I'm sure you were a total badass when you were 12, especially since now you aren't more than a whining bully. I'm surprised you managed to get through the academy to become a genin. They must of been terribly desperate for ninjas back WAY back then old man\"\n\nShunrai decides throwing insults at him is probably more effective than her throwing kunai at him." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi's scowls a bit, kunai bounce off of him, but FRUIT! A fruit weakness? Kyoshin has some really weird jutsu's. She crouches down and jumps back, her hand whipping around to send three more kunai sailing at Matasu, trying to aim low. \"If you can do better with a cooked fruit of vegetable go right ahead! Better yet throw some of Kurina-sensei's cooking at him.\" \n \n Spoiler \nKunai Jutsu, just keep pelting him. (5d6+3)[ 4 ][ 1 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin's eyes narrow. Spinning around, fist darting forward and left leg sliding forward deepening his stance, he confronts only empty air, a few dropped kunai and a couple of smashed tomatoes. He seems confused, and spins around, looking every which way, but not seeing any sign of Matasu. \" Come out, come out, wherever you are... \" A voice, arguably Shin's, issues forth from his mouth." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Sayuri was still too busy waking up Kuro to be polite enough to let Shin-not-Shin finish his undulating gravelly growl, she ended up yelling over him. “Wake up and break his jaw he just insulted your girlfriend if you don’t I hand-dye all your clothes bright pink! And paint with your antique Kunai set! Brutal Kurina will never give you her first kiss!” \n \n Spoiler \nLoud and Scary words form the Heart – (4d6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": " ...the hell it didn't even go half way? ok... new plan... umm... Hey Sayuri! whats the plan? " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n “Why am I supposed to know the plan?” Buki’s voice called her up from her brother back to whatever was going on at the memorial, for some reason she didn’t care about any of it because there was something missing. A lot of things that just weren’t supposed to be true… “I don’t know…” \n Remember Sayuri if anything happens to you Kyusuki will be very angry. She couldn’t hear the fluttering of the headband in the wind always swirling around the crown of the memorial. Brother was sleeping. She took the headband off the dirty ground and set it on his forehead.\n\n “Bull Matasu! Why would you do something like this?” She glared as hard as she dared at the giant dancing around her fellow shinobi.\n “Our ancestors loved us more than themselves you’ve stolen their voice and we can’t hear them in the winds anymore. You took their clothes and smeared them with filth when you got the shrine all dirty, you climbed into their heaven and jumped down so you could break their bones we buried in the earth. You are alive at their expense!” \n\nBy the time she was only half-finished she was standing up looking ready to beat up someone five times bigger than she was. It came out with a passionate, cool tone so smooth it almost seemed like she didn’t seem to mind things. Almost.\n\n “It’s my duty as a Kunoichi to teach bratty little children their lessons.” Pulling her hair ribbon tighter drew a lot of attention to her eyes, swirling like magma they appeared to be looking right through Matasu at something else.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSecret Art Manifests (you should know what I’m talking about)\n \n\n “Kougu Buki, Nakamura Natsumi! Show the proper technique for throwing Kunai. The Dummy you’ll throw them at is Matasu the Bull.” " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Natsumi's Kunai Attack \n\nOne of the blades knicks Matasu's leg.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTwo lethal with a kunai\n \n\n Sayuri \n\nKuro awakens, but he just grins and hugs his little sister close. His eyes are glazed over with drunkeness, and he doesn't seem to be focusing too well. But once Sayuri begins to speak, he stands up with her. His right hand rests on her shoulder, while his left hand braces the older chuunin from falling on his ass. The old Haigakure headband billowed in the wind as it hung from his forehead.\n\n Matasu \n\n\" Our ancestors? What the hell does a kid like you know? You can't understand the idea of watching your friends and family die all around you while you do nothing! \" He grows more and more angry, a raging typhoon building strength and stretching his skin in it's attempts to escape. \" I'm not alive because of your damned ancestors! It's their fault all this even happened! Kyusuki and it's kekkai-genkai lured those bastards from Konoha here! \"\n\nSayuri can see the swirl of chakra gathering into Matasu's right hand as he prepares to strike. Kuro grips his little sister's shoulder as he slowly comes to his senses. In a brilliant flash, Matasu strikes out at Shin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaster's Jiu Jutsu. Total: 59.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Smouldering madness sensibly reasonable hid the eye that always had a reason to cry. Hate chilled, burned, cooked; soft, hard waves crashing on sharp rocks too secret.\n “Mat... Ma...” She wouldn’t weep either now. Sayuri wanted it to sound calm for everyone but it bristled with soundless something she had no way to show them.\n “ta...asu!” It was the hardest, most tiring word she ever tried to say.\n \"All of you stay away from him, leave him alone.\" " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " Leave him alone? I already know the answer to this, but are you insain? He's already said he's going to kill us. Natsumi shakes her head. One gloved hand reaching behind her back again. She's still sure they should be running. This, fighting a chuunin, is insain to her." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nA whistle of air. The slight exhalation just before a strike. A sense of lethal intent focused on a spot slightly inside his skull. Shin's dormant shinobi instincts warning finally reached his cold-drenched senses, and almost without thinking he drops his feet out from under him, falling to one hand, other arm flashing up, symbols already being formed and whispered under his breath, that becomes a shout. \" Sebun Kami Shi no Jutsu! \" For a second, it seems nothing has happened, and then from Shin's right arm the one held defiantly in front of him, a mist of black threads form together, like a flower opening seven black ribbons come forth from a central mark, forming a shield on Shin's arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (9d6+14)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](44) - Way of Shadow, first step jutsu. To note: Shin's dominant arm is his left one. Pay the extra cost for ambuscade. And i'm assuming that's 15 lethal, yes? Feel free to post Shin getting smacked across the clearing, doubling over in pain, getting brutally bashed down, something like that. 🙂\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "Shin's shield of shadow did little halt the advance of Matasu's fist. The first blow sent Shin hurtling straight into the Memorial. A heavy thud resounded throughout the square as Shin collides with a much more stable and much denser structure. Shin quickly feels his bruised ribs cry out in pain, to be used and abused like that would make anyone hurt.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative:\nNatsumi\nKyoshin\nShin\nSayuri\nShunrai\nBuki\nMatasu\n\nYay for critically failing initiative.. 😩\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nSuch force! The blow slides straight through the semi-real strands of the Sebun Kami No Shi, impacting solidly on Shin's chest, not even giving him time to twist to the side. Through the air he goes flying, slamming into the tall stone memorial, twisting to the side in as much an attempt to not desecrate his ancestor's memories as it is to avoid the heavy stone. His attempt is unsuccessful. Crack! White hot pain surges down his limbs, and Shin falls from the side of the memorial to the ground, blood running from a slice across his forehead, leaving a bloody trail across the stone of the memorial as he slams unceremoniously onto the ground.\n\nA few weary seconds later Shin pulls himself to a sitting position, some reflex of long-forgotten training pushing him on through a web of haze and pain. He struggles against more than the pain, eyes returned to a cloudy blue and green, air having difficulty rushing through his tortured lungs. \" no... no. \" He mumbles, and coughs, clearing his throat of the blood congesting it. The darkness flares as it retreats, the pain providing the focus Shin needs. \" Never... again... \" He says clearly, slowly pushing himself to his feet." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " “Don’t go near... stay away from him Shinobi.” \nThere really was a tremor, she felt like the memorial was shuddering unable to find any cruelty inside itself to do him any harm. It wasn’t like she could feel herself shuddering with it, cool spots and goose bumps, Kuro was so big but he was hanging off of her.\nHer voice had a sad edge, it was level and it had better things to do.\n “Stout boy, you’ll aid the Shimura child.” Kyoshin would know who she meant. “This is how Haigakure people treat others.” She was looking straight into Matasu’s eyes when she said it – a challenge – signalling Shin with a hand seal the Bull would be able to see. Hide. \n\nIt was a smooth double meaning." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nSlowly swaying, Shin stands up, somehow still light on his feet, like it's something that can't be turned off. His hands slide up into the ready position, and his feet firmly planted, a twisted grin slides across his face, a hint of self-mockery ensconced firmly in it. \" Matasu, the Bull. Well you took advantage of my Kekkei Genkai dear four-hoofed comrade, but now i'm afraid it's my turn. \" Shin takes a moment to spit a mouthful of blood to the ground. \" Bunshin no Jutsu. \" He says, hand curled up to mold chakra, grinning like a monkey with a stolen banana. In the chaos as speeding Shin's move outwards everywhere he winks in Sayuri's direction, and in a flash of smoke Shin disappears.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (6d6+10)[ 5 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](41) - Stealth Jutsu + Smoke Bomb Jutsu + 2 Chakra for 1 extra die.\n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi lets out a sigh. Atleast when Kyoshin did something she didn't like he did it and it was over with. Maybe it's because he's her team mate. Waitting for a Chuunin to kill them seems about as stupid as not running when they had a chance.\n\nThe tall girl crouches down, building momentum then leaps up high into the air arching backwards to land on the roof of a near building. Her hand still tucked behind her back. If the other team wants to grand stand with Matasu she can wait.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNatsumi's holding her action till before Matasu acts, or something else happens.\n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Unfortunately for Natsumi, Kyoshin liked his tomato attack so much, that his fingers are moving quite quickly in his over-sized pack, so this idea, whether Natsumi liked it or not, wasn't over yet.\n\nWith a defining crunch, Kyoshin's bulk hits the ground, and he springs backwards, letting fly a barrage of... orange kunai? But Kyoshin doesn't carry kunai... and orange ones?\n\n \"Hey Matasu! Don't leave the table without finishing your vegetables! Twenty-four Carrot Gold !\"\n\n All right, so that's a really bad pun, and I'm going to go hungry tonight, and I'll never look at my carrot patch the same... But I hope this works. Kyoshin lands in front of Shunrai and Kurina-sensei, arms outstretched from throwing so many carrots.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Really Horrible Pun Attack! \n (2d6)[ 6 ][ 4 ](10) (Grace roll for throwing)\n (6d6)[ 6 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 4 ](21) (6 Chakra to make deadly carrots)\n10+21 = 31 Total\n\n Mind over Matasu \n (2d6)[ 5 ][ 4 ](9) \n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nFrom the closest tree, Shin crouches on a branch, studying the battle with an intensity born of experience. Despite the fiery pain burning across his ribs, he can't bring himself to hate Matasu. So many things the man says echo his own thoughts, but then, so many don't. His hand curls into a painful fist. And no-one will hurt anyone close to him, ever again. The grin is gone, and his face is watchful as a hunted wolf as he waits for the right time, the right moment, to fly." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (8d6)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 2 ](17) – Words from the Heart augmented with a ninja point.\n \n\nGentle flutter high, in heaven swaying softly, hidden Haigakure, “You’re hiding very well Matasu-sensei. That makes me so happy.” Sayuri pointed at her nose saying ‘me’ hoping he’d understand what she was trying to tell him. Punctuated by Kyoshin’s carrot rebellion a silent moment to understand got lost in noisy glamour. Topsy-turvy Matasu.\n “It means you aren’t lost yet, you were always crying, you’d be crying right now if you remembered, what’s really hurt you inside.” \n A silent, solitary truth unheard on the weeping sighs only understood.\nSayuri walked, step by step, until she was standing only a few inches from Matasu’s face. She never stopped looking in his eyes, feeling the cool air around the memorial brushing the murderous hot breath around the older ninja away. Daring to believe he could see what she was trying to tell him with just a look, watching every ancestor’s heart break like cheap glass as Haigakure’s oldest dream fell. Seeing Kuro awake again when he would have slept with a crown on his head because he worked hard enough to be there. Bigger, stronger, lethal brutality of the Bull crushing Shin’s insolence on the deepest sorrow Matasu ever felt; broken and utterly beat Shimura finding strength to stand even if he had cracked bones. Faith, dreams, all awhirl behind Sayuri’s stormy blood-filled ocean eyes.\n\n Courage and Serenity. " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai pulls out another kunai and grins \"Hey cow man, you talk about being so tough and yet that's the best you've managed? You sure you aren't intimidated by us kids?\" With that she launches the kunai at him\n\n \n Spoiler \n (2d6)[ 5 ][ 2 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "swordmaster2000", "message": "Folowing the previous ninja's example Buki pulls out a few kunai and launches them at the bull.\n \n Spoiler \n (5d6+4)[ 3 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 2 ](20) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kunai Attack \n\nMatasu takes a grand total of five damage from the collective attacks.\n\n Carrot Attack \n\nThe Bull doesn't seem to move as each of carrots strike his chest and penetrate his flesh like shurikens. A spray of blood makes a mess of Sayuri's clothes and ruins her headband. The Bull drops to his knees, bleeding profusely, before vanishing in a puff of smoke. A log, unphased and unmoving, stands in front of Sayuri with several carrots jutting out of it's bark.\n\n Matasu \n\nThe chuunin appears behind Shunrai, Kurina, and Kyoshin. \" Children should be seen, not heard. \" In a split second of hand-seals, Matasu spits on the ground and the entire group is surrounded by searing flames. Shunrai and Kyoshin can escape without much trouble, but the unconscious Kurina can't offer resistance to this attack!\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf you have a dodging technique, then you can use that. Otherwise, a raw Grace+Build roll could lessen the damage. TN: 36.\n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Kyoshin doesn't even think about it. It's just not a question in his mind.\n\nOne moment, he's there, about to be hit by flames, and the next... he's in front of Kurina-sensei, about to be hit by flames.\n\nGrabbing his sensei's unconscious form, Kyoshin hefts Kurina onto his shoulder, grunting from the weight, and turns to face the fire... He and his sensei begin to burn, unable to escape, the flames devouring them whole... a puff of smoke, and it's a pair of 'Extra-Large Yum-Yum' bento boxes, chargrilled and hot, ready for eating.\n\nKyoshin speaks from over near Natsumi, his shoulder sack considerably empty, and Kurina on his shoulder. \"We are not children. We are genin. Age does not matter. Age is set aside. All that matters is honor and skill. You have one, but we... We have both.\" \n \n Spoiler \nYojimbo Jutsu and Substitution Jutsu for a total of 7 Chakra spent\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Blood all over the place on her nice white clothes running down her cheeks mixed with snotty tears. Slopped on like gel matting her hair. “Shinobi iie, iie!” Agony? Desperation?\nSomehow the ribbon came undone tangled on her hand coiled like a snake she couldn’t push away. Whether it was a wail or a laugh was hard to say but Matasu was for once more wise than youth said in her case." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi sighs. So, the plan was talking him to death. \"So, obviously he didn't get named 'The Bull' because he liked to sit down and have a chat about how he's feeling.\" Seeing Kyoshin rush for Kurina natsumi bites down on her lip. Her hands come to gether and form several seals, ending with on palm aimed at the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Elemental Clone Jutsu\n \n\n\nThe tall girls form is covered by a sudden burst of flame from the justu. Four kunai, three then one, flying from the behind the flames before the fire quickly vanishes. The black knives flying in a Matasu's back since he was facing Kyoshin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Natsumi A Kunai Justu (5d6+3)[ 4 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](13) \n Natsumi B Thrown Kunai (3d6)[ 4 ][ 2 ][ 1 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai leaps right at Matasu through the flames that eat away her shield, then explodes in a burst of lightning. The real Shunrai appears right beside Kyoshin. \"Put Kurina on my back and we'll see how well I fly with 2, we gotta get her away from the fight while she's helpless. I'll be back once she's safe\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nLightning Substitution Jutsu\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nA shuriken slaps into the dirt a few feet in front of Matasu. If one was foolish to look at it for a few seconds, you might miss the motley mix of shuriken and kunai curving in from behind.\n\nFollowing the trail of the shuriken and kunai leads to a solitary figure in black standing on the top of a tree, arms folded, gazing down at Matasu and the group. \" Heh. \" Shin smiles. \" You didn't really think i'd run away, did you? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSudden Ambush Kunai Jutsu! (6d6+4)[ 4 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](26) - 2 chakra for another die. Ambuscade so 6 times the cost. Heh.\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Thrown Attacks \n\nFor a second, the chuunin does nothing about the kunai aimed at his body. With a flex of his muscles, the chuunin's body bursts with a quick rush of air. The blast knocks the flying shuriken and kunai out of the air easily." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "(OOC: Sorry to stall everyone. I've been a bit on the busy side with work and things.)\n\n Kyouko Kyoshin \n\nKyoshin nods his head, and hands Kurina-sensei over to Shunrai.\n \n\"Careful, she's heavy.\" With that, Kyoshin turns and takes a single step.\n\nA single, noticeable step.\n\n Right towards Matasu. \n \n Spoiler \nThere was a much larger post here originally, but I've saved it for when it's my action.\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin takes a step, a jump, and a hop, turning into a fall from the tree, tumbling at the last second black threads streaming out from him as he steps out of nothing beside Kyoshin. He flashes the large genin a look and grins. \" A double performance draws larger crowds - care for a dance? \" He slides himself to one side of Kyoshin, settling in, broadening his stance and raising his hands, setting them wide, fingers slightly spread, with finality that echoes across the clearing. His left hand moves through three symbols, slowly. \" Nibai Tenryu-ji Yougeki No Jutsu. \" Shin slowly intones, and above his arms strands of darkness coalesce, forming two serpentine masses, long thin wolfine heads ending the long shifting bodies seemingly formed of many moving strands, Shin's hands held in the same posture, the dancing serpent heads moving and twirling in and out of each other, sinuously moving in on themselves and reforming out of themselves but always keeping separate to their respective arms. Shin's moment of concentration passes, and he grins again, this time at Matasu. \" Maybe we can't beat you, monster, but we can give it a good go. Right Kyoshin? \" The grin becomes the feral grin of a trapped animal, battle-joy dancing in Shin's eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe Shimura Bloodline Limit - Fuin Jutsu be damned! Waiting until Kyoshin's turn before I take mine. As usual rolling a senses to try and locate Leematsu.\n\n (3d6)[ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ](10) - Senses , ever keen.\n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai settles Kurina onto her back, the small girl nearly buried under their teacher. She calls up the wind and launches herself into the air, going straight up as fast as she can.\n\n\"I'll be back\"\n\nShe continues to just fly up with Kurina, counting on her shield to keep them safe." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Sayuri it’s not wise to cover your ears all the time. But the Doctor would always praise her for taking good care of herself and keeping those awful loud noises from hurting them. Or maybe it was just because there was too much wax?\nHaigakure must never use the tiny brushes you were supposed to clean them with. They weren’t... supposed to be like that." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "She pushed herself up like a Geisha, couldn’t feel the tears about to tip, tap when they finished gliding across her cheeks. Standing very quietly in front of the Shimura child with Kyoshin close by Sayuri waited to smear her snotty, yucky-gross covered hands on the next one to try attacking Matasu.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReadying Master’s Jiu Jutsu\n (15d6+4)[ 5 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](58) \n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai continues her flight up with Kurina, hoping to get out of Matasu's reach.\n\n\"You know sensei, any time you want to recover and help us out with this situation would be just fine with me, maybe we can even get back in time to keep the food you left cooking from burning your house down. Sides, you're going to get all soaked with me carrying you inside my shield, specially if I have to try and stop any real attacks with it. Just think of what all this rain and wind and lightning could do to your hair and clothes, wouldn't want that. You're also rather heavy and we'll probably both get some awful wind burn from the force it's taking to carry both of us\"\n\nMaybe if I annoying her with enough mundane concerns she'll at least wake up to complain" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Sayuri \n\nIn a flash, Matasu was across the gap and staring her in the face. A swift kick met nothing but air, and the chuunin was already moving to block her next blow. He leaned in close, his hands grasping Sayuri's wrists and keeping her from finishing the memorized move. \" Heh.. So you've got that tainted blood like Kuro? Interesting.. \"\n\nHe forgot, however, about Sayuri's feet. A swift kick to the gut sent Matasu sprawling, but the chuunin flipped back around and crouched a few feet away. He looked like a cat then, an angry cat with one hand resting against the ground to keep himself steady. \" Not nearly as fun without Kuro to fight.. I've got bigger things to worry about right now than some kids. Leematsu, lets go! \"\n\nThe chuunin's body shimmers and slowly fades, and eventually bursts into smoke. Kurina-sensei, still draped across Shunrai's shoulders, shifts in her sleep and yawns loudly. The older chuunin awakens with a startle as rain floods into her mouth. \" Grmmagh! Pootie Who did that?! \"\n\nKuro coughs, then quickly drops to the floor. He doesn't seem responsive and stares at the ground unless someone approaches.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone gains 5 XP for the fight against Matasu. By the way.. Leematsu was hiding in plain sight.\n " }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " “Garbage is piled around the memorial.” She could have been mocking anyone. Strolling passed even Kuro-sama Sayuri was heading straight for the public baths." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " Darn. I'd just figured it all out, too. Kyoshin had had a purposeful stride to his slow walk, but upon seeing Sayuri, stopped. Then when Matasu left so suddenly, with Leematsu (and most of Kyoshin's mid-day after lunch meal) the large genin could only look around at his teammates and the others. At least everyone is safe. \n\nShuffling over to Shin, Kyoshin whispers with a sigh, \"Some day, Shin-san, I wouldn't mind having you near as we both dance... and maybe we'll dance a dance where the girls follow, instead of lead.\" \n\nLooking up at Shunrai and Kurina-sensei, and over at Natsumi and her clone, Kyoshin hastily adds, \"But don't tell anyone on my team I said that. I wouldn't live long enough.\" \n\nWith a dopey grin and a wink, Kyoshin saunters over to Shunrai and Kurina. Curiously, the big genin has not shifted his shoulder sack back into a more comfortable position. It's almost as though he's expecting something more to happen.\n\n \"Kurina-sensei, I am afraid that Matasu-sensei is a sensei no more. Not in this village. He and Leematsu-san attacked all of us, including you and Kuro-sensei. Worst of all... he defiled our memorial.\" \n Even worse, he used a bad tone when calling Shunrai-san a kaminin, and what's more, he called Natsumi-san ugly. Kyoshin stands ready for whatever Kurina is going to have her team do next.\n\n((OOC: I'm feeling much better. Yay! I missed the end of the fight... Boo. I had a big ol' surprise for Matasu and everything, lol. Ah well. Time to spend xp!))" }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin held his pose for a second more, and then the serpentine forms hovering above his arms evaporated downwards, disappearing into the air, if they were ever real in the first place. As Kyoshin speaks to him, he turns to the big genin, and gives him an easy grin. \" Yeah sure Kyoshin, but just not any time soon, okay? \" He looks down at the hand he had pressed to his middle, that has come away mostly red. The slightly darker stain spreading unnoticed in the black-blue of his clothing, Shin notices his red waist-sash has grown more so. That's the last thing he notices before everything goes black. Smiling one second, the next Shin crashes face-first onto the ground of the park." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai grins a bit, a little cold water in the face might wake her up faster.\n\n\"Good morning again Kurina-sensei. We're currently hovering at an altitude of about 60'. We ask that you please excuse the rough ride caused by being overloaded and hiding in a storm. I'm still not entirely sure it's safe to land yet, we can do that once you assure me you're awake again. Once we return to the ground I can make the weather stop and you can start drying off.\"\n\nShe looks down at the others, glad Kyoshin and Natsumi seem to be alright. Can't hear them very well right now and figures even if she can get a hand free from holding Kurina they wouldn't be able to see her waving from in this mess." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Both Natsumi's stand up with a faint sigh. Then drop down gracefully from the roof of the building they where on landing at the same time. Then walk toward the gathering teams. One watches Sayuri walk off, the other shrugs, while looking up at Shunrai and their Sensei. Natsumi A walks over toward Kuro. \"Are you feeling better now Kuro-sama?\" \n\nNatsumi B moves over to Shin and squats down beside him. Well, she is supposed to be training for this. She reaches into a side belt pouch and removes a trademarked ninja first aid kit, and sets to work, examining him to see what his total wounds are. \"If you're awake and just unable to stand up say something.\" Her tone is rather bland, bed side manner wasn't covered in what little training she's had so far. \"Anyone else hurt?\" said louder for more to hear.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Basic first aid, so long as Shin is unmoving and/or cooperating\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kurina \n\nShe gives Shunrai a look of a wildcat. A wet and angry wildcat. \" Down now. Please. Thank you. \"\n\n Kuro \n\nKuro, sitting on his butt among the dirt, just nods. When he notices Natsumi was aiding Shin, he smiles alittle. \" Shinobi have to stick together, ya know.. \"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " Natsumi A \n \"With all due respect Kuro-sama.\" She bows and turns back to look at the memorial. \"I think that rule of yours has been bent in in three places today.\" She motions toward the direction Matasu and Leematsu went, then the direction Sayuri went. \"Leematsu and Matasu, are they related in any other way then teacher and student? Was Matasu correct about the name on top of the memorial?\" She's a clone, she could look. But could clones anger the dead? She doesn't really want to try, some of those dead are related to her.\n\n Natsumi B \n\nNatsumi rocks back on her heels as she remains squatting looking over her work. \"I need more trainning at this.. trainning ends at midnight, starts at sunrise..\" She thinks over a 48 hour work day, maybe she could make a jutsu to make time somehow." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai brings herself and Kurina down to the ground slowly, then banishes her shield. \"Sorry bout that, but you were making things harder by just laying with your face in the dirt being a target we had to protect, needed to get you away from the fight. You feeling alright?\"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kuro \n\n\" Leematsu? Ya, Matasu found him outside the village. Poor kid was near death when Matasu healed his wounds. Not really more than teacher and student, but definitely more than you or Kurina. Guess that explains why Leematsu agree- Where are the other two in his squad ?! \"\n\nKuro bolts up at that last bit, as if the realization that they were never here just hit him. \" Where were they? We have to find them. The Karonatsu clan is loyal to Haigakure to a fault, and I doubt Rin or Min would have agreed to his madness. He might have hurt them. \"\n\n Kurina \n\n\" I'm wet, dirty, and tired. I also have a splitting headache and now I'm goin-Matasu did what now? That bastard! Alright team, we fan out and pursue him. He's got to be injured after that and exhausted, now is not the time to let him recuperate. \"\n\nKurina takes some time to examine Natsumi(and her clone), Shunrai, and Kyoshin. She quietly releases a sigh, then turns toward the direction Matasu and Leematsu fled. \" I have reason to believe he is working with the Sound. That would explain why they came after us, and how they knew where to find the genin squads. Training is not going to be so fierce tomorrow, but do not get lazy. We have things to do. \"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Both Natsumi's sigh, at the same time, which could get pretty annoying. Both look at a different teacher.\n\n Natsumi B \n \"Chase Matasu down, or find Rin and Min. Guess it's a good thing you have two teams here.\" She stands up from her work on Shin and stretches. \"But, you don't. Sayuri went that'a way, not exactly my plan with a large angry chuunin and an illusion using student trying to kill us. Then there's Shin.\" She looks down at Shin, tucking a tray strand of hair back into her forehead protector. \"He might be able to help out when he comes too.\" She shrugs. \"If it's a vote, I'm for looking for Rin and Min. Save a resource rather then lose more stopping one. \n \n Spoiler \nNot trying to rush things, I know some of us are off on christmas break. I'm just bored, and a bah-humbug.\n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"Well I can't say as I care for Rin and Min, but I gotta agree that saving people sounds better than hunting them. Besides even though our team isn't hurt, everyone is probably a little worn from today\"" }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"I agree with Natsumi-san and Shunrai-san, Kurina-sensei.\" Kyoshin says, without much happiness. \"Min-san and Rin-san should come first. As far as we know, they at least are still part of the village. And while I do want to go after Leematsu-san, especially while Matasu is weakened, I just... I just don't think our squad is the best one to do that. Not yet.\"\n \nBut we will be. For there IS such a thing as honor, and part of it is knowing when NOT to fight, which is NOT cowardice. Plus... Matasu was rude when he called Shunrai-san a kaminin, when there is nothing wrong with being one, and he called Natsumi-san ugly, which she is not. Kyoshin's muscles clench, and he looks towards the path that Leematsu and Matasu took.\n\n But, Mother, I can't fight them as I am now... Even I know that.\n\n Then we will fight them together. \n\n\"Did you say something, Natsumi-san?\" Kyoshin says, with a strange look on his face." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " The Rest of the Group \n\nKurina sighs, a quiet thing that is barely perceivable. She stands up, shakily, and nods her head as she speaks. \" Very well. I-I've got to get home. Kuro-sama, please take care of my students. \" Kurina forms a single hand-seal and disappears in a puff of smoke.\n\nKuro drags himself off the floor, grunting and stopping at least once to regain his footing. He coughs alittle and slips one hand around his ribs, applying abit of pressure and wincing loudly. \" Yup.. Tore those cuts open.. Well, my name is Kyusuki Kuro. And I guess I'm your interim captain until Kurina has pulled herself together. She and Matasu were close, I think she's taking this abit harder than necessary. Can someone bring my student to me? I need to wake him up.. \"\n\n Sayuri \n\nThe bathhouse is what one would expect. A simple structure separated into Male and Female baths. There isn't a crowd, and no one is using the female bath at the moment. The bathhouse is tranquil, exceptionally so." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nTossed aside like trash. A white cloth bundle of smelly washed up rags all knotted and confused. Being naked cooled her for a hotter fire. Things went slowly with her hair, fingers danced from place to place light as a feather – if she pressed harder it would hurt. Agony was the absent gentle snow so different from pain they never understood. Virtue traced her skin so softly with the washcloth?\nAfraid to breathe while the little droplets crawled all over her body Sayuri wasted a lifetime in every footstep. “Tolerate the rasping wind coarse stone.” \nThe water slipped up her left ankle, then the right one. She was the very essence of grace through harsh discipline; lily, glossy ice sculpture.\nTrapped up to her neck Sayuri sank back. Felt her eyelids flutter, whispery not-quite-whimper. “Mmm.” " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Kyoshin seems troubled by something, but what it is is hard to tell. The large genin trundles over to Shin's prone form, and leans down to pick him up. Without a word, Shin is soon laying before Kuro-sensei, and Kyoshin is sitting down cross legged in front of them, concern on his face.\n\nBut is it concern for Shin?\n\nFor Kurina?\n\nFor Leematsu?\n\nFor himself?\n\nThat... that is difficult to tell. For some reason, he keeps touching his arms, right below each shoulder-blade." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kuro \n\nThe chuunin channels chakra into his right palm, then places it over the boy's chest. His hands glow with a light blue aura, tainted with veins of shadow shooting through his chakra. Kuro winces and releases the chakra around his hands. He still seems unable to concentrate for long. \" There.. He should wake up soon enough. I think we should go find Sayuri-chan as quickly as possible. It's best that no one is left alone.\n\nYour mission is one from me, personally. I've got nothing to offer other than teaching you alittle of what I know. Your mission is to find Sayuri-chan and bring her back here, plain and simple. Do you accept? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nShin regains (2d6)[ 7 ] Chakra, Endurance, and Health.\n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi sighs, but says none of the words that want to come to the surface. Sayuri, plain and simple... right. She shrugs, her clone vanishing in minor puff of flame, turns on her heels and moves in the direction Sayuri went. Mentally running through the likely places she would go." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai shrugs and heads after Natsumi, wondering how they're going to figure out where the crazy girl that makes no sense would go. \"So where would she go? Home seems like a normal choice, so probably not there. A doctor might be logical if she was hurt, but I don't think she was, or would do something logical. I'm soaked in cold water and getting all muddy now to. At least Kurina's food is assuredly destroyed by now\"" }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Don't be too sure about that, Shunrai-san. Kurina-sensei's methods of cooking are surely unconventional. She may have ways of... saving her... food,\" for lack of a better term \"so that we'll still be rewarded. Though with all three of us disagreeing with her like we did, she might not feel like giving us a reward.\" \n\nKyoshin lumbers behind his teammates, his normally easy-going face still disturbed. He spares a glance back at Kuro and Shin, and returns a bit to his normal self, asking, \"Should we be leaving those two behind, unguarded and alone?\" " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin coughs, and then coughs again, eyes slowly opening. \" What... \" He looks left and right, and sits up. The world freezes, and shatters. A world of pain is introduced to Shin's ribs and midsection. \" Ow. \" Shin lies back down, carefully. He sees Kuro sitting above him and nearly tries to stand up again before realizing what happened last time he tried that. \" Uh... Kuro. Kyoshin. What happened? Did we beat Matasu? \" He coughs again. It sounds painful, but it seems to be clearing the blood from his air flow, which Natsumi knows is good." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kuro \n\n\" He escaped. Don't worry about it though, neither of us are in any condition to follow him. I apologize for the incomplete healing, I couldn't concentrate long enough to finish mending your wounds. \" Your instructor moves to stand in a very slow manner. His muscles visibly tense, a reflex to keep himself from falling over. Kuro reaches into his belt-pouch and retrieves a small red pill, which he hands to Shin after a quiet second of deliberation. \" This is a soldier pill. It'll keep you conscious alittle while longer, but don't use it unless we have an absolute emergency. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nMight as well do a Senses roll to follow Sayuri's tracks in the dirt..\n " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"You want to keep an eye on them for us Kyoshin? Maybe get them to a real medic. We can always come find you after we strang...I mean find Sayuri\" She smiles and goes back to the pursuit, leaving a trail of wet muddy footprints, she wouldn't be hard to follow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (2d6)[ 5 ][ 5 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"No. With Kurina-sensei... as she is... I don't think it smart for we three to split. You must admit, we work well together. So while I think it dangerous to leave them, if it is a choice between three genin and another who's with a chunin or two genin, and two with a chunin... I choose the three of us, and I'll just hope there is no difficulty.\" Kyoshin wonders what it is that is making him talk so much lately. He hasn't said so many words to so many people within the same day... ever.\n\n Protect the flower. Protect the nest. Protect the troop. \n\nWho are you?\n\n I am us. \n\nAnd then there was that. A leftover genjutsu from the fight? Kyoshin clenches his jaw and tries to ignore it. He follows after Natsumi and Shunrai.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (2d6)[ 6 ][ 1 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " \"Kurina-sensei told us to follow Kuro-sama's orders, in not so many words. He asked us to go get Sayuri. You both followed me so lets assume that on some instinctual level you believe Kuro and Shin will be fine. In this instance lets not doubt your instincts, find Sayuri, and get her back as quickly as possable.\" She sighs, it's not that big of a town, she can't be that far away. She walks on.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSenses (3d6)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 5 ](8) please oh please don't botch!\n \n\n\n\"And Kyoshin, lets not mention that we're going to look for Rin and Min to Sayuri unless it's needed. It will probably be counter productive.\"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Shunrai, Kyoshin, and Natsumi \n\nKurina's Team finds and follows Sayuri's tracks down to the bathhouse with relative ease.\n\n Shin \n\nShin, however, stays back with Kuro-sama. The chuunin tries rather hard to appear as if nothing was bothering him, but a light wince can be heard everytime Kuro moves. \" I heard what happened to your other squad. I knew your sensei when I was a genin.. Good shinobi like that are hard to come by these days. \"\n\nIt's rather obvious that he's trying to pass the time.\n\n Sayuri \n\nYou hear the approach of other humans outside the bathhouse. Two lightweights and one very heavyweight." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Sayuri-san? Are you in here?\" Kyoshin cups his mouth with his hands and bellows politely." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai chokes back a laugh \"You know we could just walk inside and see if she's here, it's just the bathhouse\" and the tiny ninja does just that.\n\nShe calms the storm completely so that she doesn't shock anyone with cold wind and rain in their hot bath, and marches right on in. She even looks like she could use a bath at this point, so nothing strange about her entering other than it's her first time here. She heads for the girls side, might as well not intrude on the other side unless they need to." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nShunrai doesn’t get so much as an eye blink from the rogue. They’re closed. Lips pressed together Sayuri was obviously trying very hard to believe Brutal Kurina’s team didn’t exist." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin slowly manages to sit up. His feet sole to sole, his legs bent at the knee and flat with the ground, hands in the square diamond of earth, head bowed, frozen as Kuro speaks, his expression unreadable. The tableau goes on for a second, and then Shin turns to Kuro and gives him a brilliant smile. \" Yes, you're right, Kuro-sama. \" Shin turns away for another second, his expression turning unreadable again, and then looks back at Kuro with his piercing dark eyes, drawing his knees up into a kneeling position, and placing his hands on them. \" Kuro-sama, I would request your permission to search for Rin and Min. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kuro \n\n\" You fully understand the danger, right? So I won't stop you. Be careful.. \" He waves off the young genin, then limps over to a nearby bench and drops down on it." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi shrugs at Kyoshin, and walks in after Shunrai. Suddenly reminding her that she too would like a bath, but figures now is probbaly not the time. With a wave at the atendant she walks past.\n\n \"Shunrai...\" She sighs. \"You probably should take off your mud, I mean boots.\" \n\nShe slips out of hers with practiced ease and moves further into the baths. \"Sayuri? If you're dead let me know.\" " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Um, but, er...\" Kyoshin wipes his feet subconsciously, and reaches out a hand after his two teammates. But the big genin doesn't move.\n\n \"I...\" Kyoshin sputters, \"I can't... I can't go in there! That's the ladies' side!\" \n\nKyoshin looks at the attendant, momentarily sizing them up, and deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, plops onto the ground in the front part of the baths, to wait." }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin nods, and then turns to step away, wincing slightly, but pauses. \" Ahh... Kuro-san... are you going to be ok? Should I go notify Tenmai-sama before I start looking for Rin and Min? \"" }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai takes her boots off and continues into the ladies section \"I didn't think he'd be the type to follow us in.\"\n\nShe walks over to Sayuri and crouches down \"Your teacher sent us to find you and bring you back to him. He seems to think it's more important now that we not be alone.\"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Kuro \n\n\" Of course I'll be fine. \"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi looks at Shunrai. \"The cute thing is, he most likely isn't following us in because all three of us would kill him for trying it. But rather he wouldn't dishonor himself or us by trying.\" She squats down again near the pool, since this is probably going to take a while. \"I'm not so sure if I'd do the same, but that might be a girl/boy thing.\" Idle wonders if such a situation might ever come up." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "The large, 'cute'-mannered genin of which the two girls of Team Two speak of is currently looking outside, watching the sun pass. Kyoshin is becoming anxious, just waiting, what with little to no food to help keep him from being idle. And the longer this takes, the more danger Min and Rin could get in.\n\n We have time. \n\nAnd then there is that! What is going on? This is my head. MY head. It's not a very smart one, I'll be the first to admit, but, it's MINE. Who are you, really?! WHAT are you? Genjutsu?\n \nI am us. I am dreams. \n\nDreams? Like, what; the white puffy clouds made of noodles? The large green jungles full of monkeys? Or maybe the mountains of sweet potatoes that I swim in? Kyoshin closes his eyes and shakes his head, giving his own cheek a hard slap. No. He's awake. This is happening. Isn't it? And now I sound like Sayuri-san. In my own head, no less.\n\n The jungles. \n\nHuh?\n\n I am the jungles. \n\nRight. Ok. I know what happened now. We must have gone back and celebrated, and I ate another one of Kurina-sensei's pies, didn't I? Only, this one is making me hear things.\n\n We ate no pie. \n\nIf... if you are us, then... then go away for now. I can't... can't deal with this at the moment.\n\n...\n\nUm... hello? Kyoshin blinks, sitting up. Hello?\n\nWas it... just a dream? Did I sleep? \n\nFrom what Kyoshin could see of outside, the sun hadn't moved. The shadows were still in roughly the same place, so no time had really passed. Only the amount of time it would take to have a conversation with yourself.\n\nKyoshin looked at the open space that lead to the girls' side of the bathhouse. One leg twitches, as the large genin starts to stand up and head inside... but he quickly stops himself.\n\n If I... If I go in there after them, no matter which way you spin it, all THREE of them would kill me just for TRYING IT. And let's not get into how dishonorable it'd be. No, best to just sit it out out here. I'll go in only IF there is trouble. \n \n Spoiler \nYou WISH there was something in this spoiler, don't you? Zero, feel free to smack me if I'm overstepping myself.\n\nI'm just having too much fun writing again! Also, the sweet potato mountains thing is real. I had that dream a few nights ago. Very strange. I wore swimming goggles, a swimming cap (something I NEVER do), and even flippers.\n " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shimura Shin \n\nShin just nods, giving Kuro a look before nodding again, and walking away a short distance. Removing three thin incense sticks from his pouch, he plants them equidistant from himself, lights them all with a match, and then sits down in the pattern they make, hands raised to mold chi, concentrating. Gradually, the thin plumes of smoke outline three identical Shins, each sitting in a space between two incense sticks, each with his hands raised to mold chakra. Eventually, the three smoky figures become solid gray, and instantly become identical to the original Shin in every way. Silently, the stand and face inwards, and Shin also stands. \" So, do you know what to do? \" The three copies nod. \" Green for the kunoichi, red for Matasu. \" Shin turns and points to one of him randomly. \" You're the messenger. Go. \" The three Shins turn, launching themselves into the air. The original Shin gives Kuro one last worried look, and then departs.\n\n \n Spoiler \nActivating Smoke Bunshin no Jutsu three times for 6 chakra. One Shin clone takes a message to Tenmai-sama. The others and Shin search for Rin and Min, looking for places Matasu might have dumped their bodies, checking their abode(s) and/or family members, asking people on the street if they've seen either kunoichi, etc. Trying to be a bit stealthy about it, too. I.e, not running around yelling out their names. But you can't be too stealthy about hurriedly looking for someone. Green flare for either of the kunoichi, red flare for Matasu or trouble.\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Messenger Clone \n\nAfter about two minutes of travel, the clone finds Tenmai-sama at the Academy. She leaves immediately after the message is delivered, and the clone puffs into smoke again.\n\n Searcher Clones \n\nNo one has seen the kunoichi today, and no one answers the door at the Karonatsu Estate." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nSteamy water let her suffer a chill so cold she felt like screaming. All fluttery eyes and a lingering fire Sayuri whirled on Shunrai and leaned forward. “O-sama walks in the rain.” \nClose enough for the squall bound Kunoichi to feel the breathy words on her lips. Was it too close for her to float a kiss away?" }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai has no idea who O-sama is, or what Sayuri is thinking, but they need to get things moving. With her hair hanging in wet strings over her pale face she leans forward into Sayuri as she gets in her face and presses her cold blue lips against the other ninja's, a bit of a shock passing between them from the charge or static electricity Shunrai tends to carry. She then stays crouched there and waits to see if Sayuri is going to make some sense and come with them now, or if perhaps they'll have to drag her out of here." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi blinks, well, it was a good thing she was almost sitting for that. Green eyebrows form into a slight scowl. \"Okay, that was weird. You two should... not do that again. Come on, lets go, out of the water, cloths, lets go.\" The tall girl young woman stands up fully, arms crossing infront of her chest." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nShe would have known better. Helpless, meek sounds caressed her tongue. Nipped by the electric shiver they weren’t the eloquence of sympathy. Icy touches lingered on her lips. Cruelly sparkle as long as it takes for her to understand things were never the same. Numb in the cool anguish of ‘Yurei Shunrai’, flickering candle waiting for the more faded away like a dying storm." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Kyoshin flexes his arms, and fingers the wax package that hangs about his neck. He doesn't know what, but he feels that he's missing something important.\n\nWith an apologetic look at the attendant, Kyoshin cups one hand to his mouth and shouts, \"Sorry if... if I'm disturbing you ladies, but, um... Natsumi-san, Shunrai-san, is everything all right in there?!\" " }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"Hmmm, figured that would at least get some motion out of her. If she's not going to get dressed and come on her own we'll just have to muscle through like Kurina would\" She smiles at Natsumi \"Want to grab a towel and we can wrap her up and carry her out. I can probably find her cloths and Kyoshin should have an easy time carrying her.\" She stands up and looks around for Sayuri's clothes, and a towel for herself, before yelling out to the front \"Hey Kyoshin, looking like we're going to need you to carry someone out of here\"" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nThe arrogant spark of wit behind her sleepy eyes was gone. More tears were raining across her cheeks. She touched her lips, willing a fingertip to tell her everything. Not a word. All she found was sharp indifference. Ghosting out of the loop-warm pool Sayuri fell against Natsumi. The weight of her weeping heart was in the air." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Um, er...\" Kyoshin looks over at the attendant, deep remorse in his eyes. \"Sorry, shinobi business. I swear I wouldn't do this otherwise!\" \n\nKyoshin stands up and grabs a towel for himself, then dashes into the ladies side of the baths. His hands are a rapid motion of activity as he bounds down the hallway.\n \n\"You need me for something, Shunrai-san?\" Kyoshin stands at his full height, one hand holding the wall, the other held out, ready to carry whatever it is that needs carrying.\n\nWrapped around the large genin's head is the towel he grabbed, carefully folded and tied to cover his eyes. The knot is loose, however, and it wouldn't take much for the whole thing to be pulled off." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " \"er..\" Okay, showing up to get attacked by a former teacher, that was a shock. Shunrai planting one on Sayuri, that was a shock. Now she's being cried on, and Kyoshin is blindfolded in the girls bath. She has no idea what to do with crying people. Her grandfather isn't exactly the emotional type, and tears never did anything but get her yelled at. \"Uh, why are you crying?\" On me specificly she wants to add. \"I'm sure she's um.. sorry for what she did.\" She sighs, she's a ninja damnit, not a.. whatever deals with this." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nCold shoulder flat tones Natsumi should have understood. She was acting like an ice doll. Warmth in the damp tears Sayuri gave her should have melted her silly mask. Of course these Kunoichi didn’t get it. Shock was a thief lost in words. She wrapped her arms around the airhead tall girl to choke her sobs in the big soft shirt. “She isn’t... excused.” \nSayuri struggled with her words between sadness, the very last one like a broken mirror. She snuck her hands up to wrap Natsumi’s arms around herself. Just hold on for a little while." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Wait, what happened?\" Kyoshin may be blind right now, but he can tell there is something very wrong with Sayuri." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"We can explain it later Kyoshin. It seems we've managed to offend and upset Sayuri though. Probably cause I'm living with a demon and don't know how to deal with people and Natsumi apparently isn't the sensitive comforting sort. At least now I know for sure I can't make sense of her and that next time you get to do this instead since you probably can't do worse.\" She sighs and grabs Sayuri's clothes and a towel\n\nShe hesitates for a moment before heading over to Natsumi and Sayuri and drapes the towel over Sayuri's back. \"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, I promise not to try biting you again. I'm not good with people, and I'll admit nothing you've ever said or done has made even a little sense to me. I don't know how to get you to cooperate but I know Kuro and Kurina are both hurt, and so is the rest of your team. We need to get you back to them so we can see about saving Rin and Min so we can hold it over the little monsters for the rest of their lives.\"\n\nShe gives Natsumi a timid smile, wanting to apologize to her teammate who seems awfully uncomfortable with this whole mess, and looks back to Sayuri \"Can we get you dried off and dressed now so we can go? You can even hit me once things are settle if it'll make you feel better\"" }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Um, oooookay. As long as everyone is safe and feeling all right, we really do need to be going...\" because I don't know how long I can keep myself from blushing. Oh wait. That long. Kyoshin coughs and covers his face for a moment.\n\n \"Do I still need to carry anything?\" Concern is in Kyoshin's voice as he still tries to figure out what's going on without actually looking." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Shin \n\nWithout results, you return to Kuro's last known location. He isn't around, but a note is attached to the bench he was on. It says that he left for the hospital under Tenmai-sama's orders. He tells you to go to the bathhouse, because Tenmai-sama left to investigate some shouts she heard coming from that area.\n\n Tenmai-sama \n\nKyoshin suddenly and adruptly feels a cold--nay, frozen --wind blow across his back. The spirit reacts quickly, warning the boy of immediate danger. But before he can react, a sharp pain blossoms across the back of his head. A familiar and song-like voice draws attention to the young shinobi. \" Kyoshin-san.. I thought you were better than this. Sneaking into the ladies side, blindfold or no, is still not allowed! \" It's readily apparent that her voice is hardened with disappointment..\n\nA raven-haired beauty stands over Kyoshin. Her hair runs down her shoulders and back in a cascade that resembles a river of shining gems. Her face is soft and the woman carries an almost unearthly quality about her. She appears beautiful, with soft lips that almost perpetually pout, warm eyes, and her glistening onyx hair. She sports a picturesque ash-gray kimono tied with a blood-red ribbon. Her delicate hands are nowhere to be seen, though her arms are obviously tucked within the folds of her kimono.\n\nTenmai-sama puts Kurina to shame and is definitely in the running for the most beautiful woman in Haigakure. Though no one other than Kyoshin felt it, Tenmai-sama had been responsible for the blow across the back of the poor boy's head. The jounin produces a small jade fan, carefully folded of course, and nudges Kyoshin away from the ladies side of the bathhouse. \" Kyusuki-chan. Nakamura-chan. Arashi-chan. It's not prudent for young ladies of your stature to be so.. underclothed. Especially in front of a boy. Think of the scandal! \" Tenmai-sama smiles, a smile one would expect a proud grandmother to give her grandchildren. She addresses the girls by their more formal family names, but attaches 'chan' to show that she cares.\n\n\" Kyo-chan, I'd like you to go back to the Memorial and wait. Shimura-chan will be along soon, and I'd rather you two went to see Kuro-chan in the hospital. \" She addresses Kyoshin in a manner usually reserved for children. She normally does this when someone breaks the rules. It's her way of showing disappointment without outright saying it..\n\nThe kindly jounin moves to allow Kyoshin to leave. And if he hesitates for a moment, Tenmai-sama immediately and curtly pops the boy's rear with her fan. \" Shoo. \"" }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai quickly glances at Tenmai and lets out a sigh in her head, how messed up could a day get? Then she looks down at herself, well she can't get much more clothed, though she could certainly use some dry ones, it's not uncommon for her clothes to be wet. She's a little confused by the stature comment to, she can't think of any stature where she could match up to eith erof the other girls. \"We're certainly trying to get Sayuri dressed, and Kyoshin came cause I yelled. Probably thought we were in trouble, what with everyone trying to kill us on a daily basis and all. Seeing you is probably lucky for us though, Kurina suggested one of us ask you for some medical training.\"\n\nShe thinks about their trials so far and smirks a bit \"Though so far we'd mostly need them for putting the other teams back together, what little others are left anyways\" This last she mumbles to herself quietly. On reflection it's been a really crappy couple of days for the village" }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": "Kyoshin clears his throat and straightens up, standing at his full height, his arms held straight down and chin high, \"Echum, in order:\n\nEeeeeep.\n\nOw.\n\nAnd... right away Tenmai-sama. Sorry Tenmai-sama. Sorry girls. See you later, er, not that I saw you now, um, er, oh boy... I'll be going now.\" \n\nIt seems Kyoshin wants to stay and say more, but his feet move him quickly to safety, his fingers guiding him along the wall. In a minute, he's back in the bathhouse lobby, removing the makeshift blindfold.\n\n If I ever live to be jounin, I still don't think I'll ever be more scared in my life than that moment right there. Kyoshin shifts his shoulder bag so that it is combat ready, momentarily wonders if he should wait for a second person, and then deciding that Shin IS the second person, bounds out of the doorway towards the Memorial, keeping his eyes open for anything." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nSharp as a razor and ten times suppler Shunrai’s towel swelled on the floor. Sliding out of her self-imposed Natsumi wrap the Kyusuki-hime set her dreary gaze on Tenmai. It went from her toes to the very tip of her nose and chanced an insult. With their eyes mirroring each other Sayuri let her wonder too. You’d feel the same. Tenmai knew." }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi nearly freezes up as her hands are wrapped around Sayuri. Not like she hated doing such a thing, but more like doing something for the first time and not realling knowing how. After Sayuri leaves, she shrugs, then looks down at her now wet front . Oh thats just great. Just, -just- what she needed. She's been uncomfortable, scared, and shocked today. Now anger shows it's face.\n\n \"You know what? Grow up. We're out of-\" She glances over at Tenmai and holds back the curse word that so wants to come out. Then looks back at Sayuri \"We're out of school, we're genin now. You may like to run around spouting nonsence like this is your own personal theatre. I would rather get the job done. If you didn't like what Shunrai did you shouldn't have gone half way.\" \n\nShe looks over at Shunrai . \"And no ones hitting anyone, it took two to do what just happened.\" She's making stretches not to blatantly say it incase one or both of them are embarassed by it. \"Sayuri, get dressed, it's your teachers orders. And I could really care less if you follow them or not at the moment.\" \n\nShe bows to Tenmai. Then moves past the woman to where she left her boots. Her jaw clenched, still trying to hold in what all wants to come out, her hands absently trying to rus some of the dampness out of her clothing." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Tenmai-sama \n\nWhile Sayuri toweled off, the elder jounin turned to Natsumi. \" The always serious Nakamura-chan. Is Grampa-senpai still bragging about his adventures? \" She turns to Sayuri and glides over on feet that never quite touch the ground. \" How are your eyes, Kyusuki-chan? Still seeing a future no one else notices? \" Her touch, a simple graze of her fingers across Sayuri's cheek, came quick and light as a feather. The woman moves over to Shunrai and assists the stormy kunoichi out of the warm water. \" You have made many friends since the last time we met, Arashi-chan. You are doing very well, despite the shield to keep everyone away. \" Tenmai-sama gives the little kunoichi a light and playful poke on the nose before grasping her hand and leading her back to Natsumi. Tenmai-sama beckons Natsumi closer and reaches an arm around Sayuri.\n\nIn one movement she crouches low and hugs all three girls close. She smells faintly of vanilla and her hair smells of lavender. \" You girls have grown so strong since I last saw you. But you are still children.. You shouldn't have seen what you have seen, and I am sorry for not protecting you.. \"\n\n Shin and Kyoshin \n\nBoth boys run into each other on the road. Then slowly make their way to the hospital. The nurse, an overly tall woman with rusty-brown hair, guides both boys up two flights of stairs and down a hallway. \" So you kids are friends of the Kyusuki Clan? Must be nice, having all that extra money just laying around.. I bet you guys get great gifts on your birthdays! Ah well.. Here we are. \"\n\nThe room she brings you to is what you expect. The door is wood, and fairly crappy wood at that. The inside is the purest white, with a hard tile floor and lots of curtains. A hard wood desk, old and unused, greets the pair as they walk in. However, their eyes are immediately drawn to the soft white bed. A strange machine, box-shaped and beeping, sits beside it with tubes and wires running to the bed.\n\nRunning into Kuro Kyusuki.\n\nHe's unconscious, probably sedated, and makes no movement other than the rhymtic rise and fall of his chest. \" Hey. You part of his team? \" The voice comes from a corner of the room. A small boy sits on a stool, wearing a strange blue windbreaker jacket and a matching pair of pants. His head is a mess of blonde hair held back by a Haigakure headband. His blue eyes dance across both boy's faces, searching for any hint of recognition.\n\nNeither of you recognize him, not as much more than a ash-shinobi atleast. \" What? Don't remember me? Inaki Houza? I wasn't too good in the Academy.. But to completely forget me? Come on guys.. \" The kid hangs his head." }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": " Sayuri \n\nIgnorance and the blissful fruit of – lavender and vanilla… Sayuri never liked them but Tenmai wore anything tastefully. She turned her head before her nose got buried in Tenmai’s lightless midnight hair and dreamed of a shoulder so-close-too-far. Doing her best as an ideal reflection in their teacher’s mirror she was the first to twist free.\nNo towels for Sayuri, she was busy putting the final touches on a stolen pink with pinker flowers on it yukata. Still soaked to the bones she flowed over to the door opening into a closed garden. First a little whisper and the door opens a crack. Then the wind to open it all the way gentle as could be. A breeze caressed all the art in the room living and not. Mostly she was happy it dried her hair. She tiptoed her fingers into her sleeves and stood like a good meek princess. Sayuri bowed almost not at all." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Ah! Houza-san! Sorry, Shin-san and I have had... a rough day, you could say. And because I was always sitting in the back of class, I probably recognize the back of your head more than the front.\" Kyoshin grins his dopey grin as he moves over to shake Inaki's hand...\n\n...and innocently put himself between Inaki and Kuro-sensei...\n \n\"I'm on Kurina-sensei's sqaud, but Shin-san is with Kuro-sensei. What about you?\" " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " A future that no one else sees, yeah that'd explain some things. Wait, she's not always serious. She stands there thinking as she holds her boots. Okay, she's been pretty serious lately, but people have been trying to kill her. \"Some people might call it bragging. I think he thinks of it as teaching.\" She sighs, not mentioning what she thinks it is. She winces slightly as she gets pulled into the four person hug, this is getting repetitive. \"Shunrai was right though Tenmai-sama. Kurina did ask one or both of us to get medical training from you.\" She shrugs. \"Then set a 19 hour training schedule.\" " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shin Prime \n\nShin steps in through the door to Kuro's bedroom suite. He'd been characteristically quiet on the walk, at least as far as Kyoshin knew him, seeming to be thinking about something. A lot. More absent-minded than usual, assuredly. As the little boy in the corner spoke and Kyoshin answered, he spent several somber moments staring down at Kuro in the hospital bed, face unreadable. Then he turned to the windbreaker-wearing kid, and he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head up to form a mock-thinking pose. \" Houza. \" He pauses a moment. \" Houza. Hmm. \" He scratches his chin. \" Inaki... Houza. \" He taps his chin with one finger, pursing his lips in a lopsided imitation of deep thought. \" Nope, doesn't ring a bell. \" Then he turns and flashes a huge and somewhat creepy grin at the genin.\n\n Shin A \n\nShin lounges on the angled black asphalt roof of the hospital in the baking sun, teapot strainer and stirrer on a small folded white towel at his side, he sips green tea from a small bowl and sighs in contentment as voices waft up from the window of the room below him.\n\n Shin B \n\nShin crouches on the roof of the house across from the bathhouse, eyes narrow and focused like a hawk." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "\"Well of course I've made friends, I'm doing pretty good at making them look good so far. Not that Natsumi needs help with that\" She tenses a bit at the hug, not ready for it and clamping down on her power as hard as she can so she doesn't end up giving them all a shock. \"Don't worry about it, what doesn't kill us will make us stronger right? No rain and yet everyone seems to be getting wet today, not just me.\" She relaxes a bit in the hug finally, realizing it's getting easier to keep the power under control when things are calm." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Shin, Kyoshin, and Houza \n Kssth-taaaah \n\nThe rhymtic breathing of a respirator interrupts the tentative silence that settles after Shin's joke. The boy is obviously not amused. \" If I knew you guys were gonna be like that I wouldn't have even bothered to come. Ah well, what does it matter to me. Tenmai-sama has assigned me to watching the idiot over there \"--He jabs a thumb toward Kuro.--\" and making sure he doesn't leave this room. \"\n\nHe sits back down in one of the two seats inside the room. \" So what happened to Mr. Perfect? The only thing Tenmai-sama talked about was \"obligations to his clan\". \"\n\n Tenmai-sama \n\nThe kunoichi releases wayward Sayuri without fuss. Though she does draw Natsumi and Shunrai closer. \" I had expected that much from Kuri-chan. She's a very devoted trainer, but definitely not one who should mentor academy-fresh students.. Ah well! She was handpicked by Kyusuki-sama. \" Tenmai releases both Shunrai and Natsumi rather adruptly, then stands up and motions for the two kunoichi to follow suit. \" Either way.. I'm willing to teach you, if you are willing to listen. Then I'll have a talk with Kuri-chan about your training schedule! How does that sound? \" She smiles, but not a smile of happiness. Her smile seems to be a smile of pride--pride in her young charges." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"Well, what happened was we... wait, no, he was like that before my squad showed up... um... What DID happen, Shin-san?\" Kyoshin tries to be apologetic. He doesn't understand why he's included in Shin's... behavior. Petty jokes like that were something that Kyoshin never understood, and the large genin was being serious when he said he probably knew the back of Houza's head more than the front.\n\n Maybe Houza-san just isn't the... agreeable type. " }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": " \"That sounds fine Tanmai-sama.\" She starts thinking on what was just said. \"Wait, does that mean you haven't take to Kurina-sensei yet?\" She frowns a bit. \"She was effected by some jutsu Matasu used. She left for home she said. Is Kuro-sama alright? Have you heard anything about Rin or Min?\" She figures if Kuro's fine Kurina will be perfect, after all, she lives on her own cooking right? Anything that survives that should be fine with some drunken Jutsu. Infact, how did a jutsu like that even phase Kurina? \"We're supposed to go looking for them.\" " }, { "author": "Rejakor", "message": " Shin Prime \n\nShin turns to this 'Houza', suddenly very, very, serious. \" I've only been in Kyusuke Kuro's team for a day, and still I will tell you right now that if you ever speak badly of Kyusuke Kuro in my hearing again, you will be made to pay. Understand? \" Shin leans back, although anyone watching wouldn't have been able to place when he actually leaned forward, and brushed some dust off his dark clothes. \" Kyusuke Kuro-sama was hurt fighting against Matasu 'The Bull' and Leematsu, a Genin from Matasu's squad. They ambushed him, and apparently have decided to try and kill all the Kyusuke. \" Shin sounds slightly disinterested, not looking at the Houza boy in a way that suggests that he's actually watching him very carefully.\n\n Shin A \n\nShin sips some more tea. So good.\n\n Shin B \n\nShin waits. And watches." }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " Leematsu... why? Do your friends and your squad mean nothing to you? Kyoshin looks out the window for a moment, before turning back to Houza-san. \"With the chunin of our squads weakened, we were all attacked by Matasu; we barely escaped with our lives. Though he doesn't show it, I think Shin-san is still in pain.\" \n\nKyoshin grabs both of his shoulders suddenly, in a sort of self hug. It's definitely weird to see someone that tall and large do that to himself. The look on his face is confusion more than anything else. The moment passes, Kyoshin sighs, and looks down at the two other genin.\n\n \"And I guess I'm still working some things out as well.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Tenmai-sama \n\n\" Oh? Kuri-chan was hurt, was she? We should go see her soon then. Once everyone is dressed and decent, then we'll check on little Kuri-chan. \"\n\nTenmai suddenly gets very serious. Her smile dies a quiet death as her eyes angle downward. \" Kuro-kun is.. Wounded, to say the least. He has several kunai and shuriken wounds in his back and he lost quite alot of blood. Between a punctured lung, several muscular tearing, and his old battle wounds.. Well, if not for his obligations then he'd have given up a long time ago. Still, with enough bed rest and the expert care of our medical-nin, he'll be right as rain soon enough! \"\n\nThe jounin seemingly ignores the question about Rin or Min, and just slowly turns toward the exit. Her face is soon brightened by that ever-present smile. \" Come now, ladies. We have people to see and things to learn. \" Tenmai-sama begins to leave, and once she is sure your group is following, she takes you to Kurina's home.\n\n Houza \n\nThe kid innocently rubs the back of his head. \" Heh.. Come on Shimura-san.. We're on the same team, no? \"\n\nHis voice takes on a dangerous edge when Shin and Kyoshin tell the story of fighting with Matasu. \" Crazy.. But, hey. Atleast we won, right? Still, the nurse says they did a number on him. All kinds of shuriken and kunai wounds in his back, like someone was trying to kill 'im, ya know? \"" }, { "author": "AlienRat", "message": "Natsumi nods, then glances over at Sayuri. She waits to see the other two girls start to move out before she does so herself. Stopping only to put her boots on in the entryway." }, { "author": "Phecto", "message": "Shunrai grabs her boots and puts them on before following along. She definitely doesn't look any better from the visit to the bathes. Her clothes are still soaked, her boots are still muddy, her hair is still a dripping tangled mess. She keeps her power under control though and walks on the ground with the wind silenced around her. \"I don't think a medic could help with the hurts Kurina got today\"" }, { "author": "Faithdreamer", "message": "Gliding carefully after Tenmai-sama was hard work. She had to keep every move precise, exacting standards. Step brush step-brush... slow calligraphy with her feet. It was tougher than it looked and Tenmai was the best. She had a pair of very impudent eyes tracking her every move as long as it took Sayuri to turn down an alleyway on her way to the hospital. Icha Icha Tenmai. " }, { "author": "Gengy", "message": " \"I wouldn't... I wouldn't call what we did 'winning'. I'd call it... surviving.\" Kyoshin is satisfied that Houza poses no immediate threat, so backs away and props himself against a wall, his stomach starting to grumble... loudly.\n\n \"Er, excuse me.\" Kyoshin flitters with his shoulder sack, and reaching farther than he normally does, pulls out a small plastic bag of slightly smooshed strawberries. The tops of which have already been sliced, so the large genin blissfully pops a few into his mouth at a time. It's only a matter of seconds before the bag is nearly empty. He holds the decimated bag open enough for the other two genin to see that there is still a couple left and, after swallowing, politely asks, \"Either of you want one? I grew them myself. Good batch this year, too.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Team Tenmai is formed! " } ]
[ { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "A gnoll, a hadozee, a halfling, and a pair of humans make for a very odd group. Particularly when the gnoll is carrying a pack full of cooking supplies, the hadozee is being followed around by a walking chest, and everyone but the hadozee is decked out in mithral armor. For a thief, they'd be a virtual gold mine. Except for the fact that they're standing amid a group of armed pirates-turned-merchants.\n\nThe five of you stand amid the other fifteen survivors of the crash, twenty all together. If you look about, you'll immediately notice the bright white walls of the city of Ankah in the distance, no doubt built to protect the bustling capital from invaders. You stand in the middle of the city's square, among a small grouping of houses in the residental district. Local authorities, after you proved that you had crashed your last airship, pointed you toward a large inn situated somewhere in this section of town.\n\nUnfortunately, they didn't give you a map.\n\nYou've been wandering around the city for the last hour and a half, searching for the \" Fool's Requiem \" inn, bar, and brothel. Luckily for you all, however, the owner of the Fool's Requiem isn't smart enough not to advertise the brothel part.\n\nYou're now sitting amid the common room of the Fool's Requiem. The firstmate is arguing with the owner about getting rooms for twenty people, but he's quickly upset by the amount of money they would need to house everyone there for the next three months of repairs. Philly, the firstmate, approaches you all and politely informs you of the cost.\n\n Innkeepers. Blackgutted pond-scum if you ask me. He's demanding a ransom for housin' us! He's lookin' fer fifteen hundred(1500) for the first two weeks! In my day, we killed men like him.. Well you lot need to get to work! \n\nThe firstmate yells that last part at the entirety of the crew, which includes yourselves. It appears that you need to find work, and damn good paying work at that!" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"1500?\" Toryn lets out a low whistle at that.\n\nToryn is about average size for a young halfling man. His red hair is long, and currently kept in a simply pony-tail beneath his green bandanna. His face has angular features, with a pointed chin and nose, with thin, chapped lips between them. As is usual with young, athletic halflings, he has a thin and wiry build with well toned muscles. He wears a simple green shirt over his chain shirt that matches the tight bandanna. He wears plain leather leggings that completely cover his legs, and simple, well-worn boots. Over all of this, he wears an unassuming, heavy cloak that actually covers the rest of his body down to his ankles completely.\n\n \"That includin' a visit to the brothel e'ry night or somethin'? No offense to our gracious host an' 'is, ah, 'workers,' but I usually prefer m' ladies shorter 'n I can probably get 'em 'ere, an' more int'rested in a good time 'an my money, yeah?\" He puts on a silly grin as he speaks." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Mind if I try to negotiate?\" offers Riona to the first mate, an amused smirk on her lips. \"I've got a way with people.\" Without waiting for a response, she makes her way over to the owner. \"Listen. This ship was in the employ of my father.\" She flashes her signet ring at the man. \"He's a very wealthy, very influential man. Now, he'll find us soon enough, and if he doesn't he'll find out where we've stayed when we get back to him. He's a firm believer in rewarding those who are generous--especially to his daughter and her companions. Now, you give us a better deal, help us out when we're in trouble, and I guarantee you he'll make it worth your while.\" \n\nRollin', rollin', rollin':\n \n Spoiler \n\n(choose whichever seems appropriate, or both if you like)\nBluff: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \nDiplomacy: (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n\nAnd for the record, the signet ring wouldn't help to identify her. It's a fairly recent creation.\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The innkeeper is dressed rather lowly, like a man trying to appear like he has less money than he really does. He smiles and claps once Riona mentions that her father is a very wealthy man.\n\n Ah! I'm sorry, Ms. I apologize for offering you the basic rooms.. If you're father is that wealthy, then you'll want the suites! Why, luckily for you I have a single suite free. I'll just need you to pay for your suite and your friend's rooms.\n\nThat will be three thousand(3000) gold then! \n \n Spoiler \nTelling someone you have more money than you really do isn't the best bargaining chip when dealing with the greedy. It's like saying \"Hey, I'm friends with the Emperor of Earth.\" when you're being held hostage. 😁\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"I think you misunderstand,\" responds Riona patiently. \"You will charge us nothing more than five hundred for the rooms, for the duration of our stay, and I'll tell my father you were a kind and generous innkeeper who requires compensation, and I promise you he'll make your generosity worth your while.\" \n\nKeep them d20's rollin':\n \n Spoiler \n\nBluff: (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \nDiplomacy: (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The innkeeper, at this rather poor second attempt, frowns deeply.\n\n Miss. I've been as accomodating as possible for a group of riff-raff who want rooms in my inn. Now, I'm willing to give your friends their rooms at fifteen hundred like I offered your first mate. But I'd rather you didn't try to bargain me down when you just informed me of your father's wealth. I certainly know that no man of pedigree would let his daughter walk around with less than the amount I'm offering to your friends. \n \n Spoiler \nTheres a reason Diplomacy retries aren't encouraged.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn follows Riona as she keeps moving, his footfalls nearly silent. As negotiations go sour, he jumps up and pats Riona on the shoulder, and begins saying loudly, \"Thank ya for your kindness, sir, we'll be takin' that offer a' 1,500 gladly.\" Into Riona's ear, he whispers, \"Now, walk away, before things get worse, yeah?\" All the while, he has a big grin on his face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently: (1d20+14=34) \n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"A good chef never goes without a job.\" responds Red, adjusting his hat slightly and smiling, before turning around and noticing the scene Riona is making, at which point his smile promptly vanishes.\n\nWalking up behind his colleague, he reaches down and picks Rinoa up by the back of the neck gently, and lifts her into the air. \" I think you've done quite enough damage for one day.\" he said, as he carried Rinoa back to the rest of the group." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor kept quiet while Riona tried her ill-fated attempt of diplomacy, his arms folded across his chest and his right hand playing with his lower lip. \"Hrmph. If zere is von ting I've learned from za city streets, it's zat you don't try to con an innkeep out of his fee. Sometimes, you vake ap with large men standing over your bed. Not pretty, I assure you.\" He bows his head, and takes a few meandering steps. His build is slight, but tall. Bony cheeks, a neatly trimmed goatee, and fairly long black hair swept back haphazardly complete a somewhat sinister look. \"But no matter. As for ze gold, I have some put avay for such an occasion, but I vould enjoy contributing in other vays. My arcane abilities are very situation-specific, however. Perhaps ... someone needs some pesky critters disposed ov? Some dangerous verk?\" He ***** an eye at the innkeeper, who he is sure has been listening." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"If there's one thing I've learned from the road, it's that innkeepers are lacking in neither gold nor cupidity, and taking the opportunity to con them out of 'their fee' is practically a public service. Unfortunately, our friend is too stupid for fast-talking. Always another way, though, even if it's less artful.\" Riona shrugs, and waves a dismissive hand. \"No matter. I'm good at making opportunity present itself. Oh, and Red? Fair warning, never do that again. It'll be better for everyone.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"You can ply your trade on an innkeeper who isn't quite so greedy. This is a big city, we can take our business elsewhere. Oh, and Rinoa? Fair warning: Never mention your heritage to a merchant again. It'll be better for everyone.\" responds, Red, without even the slightest hint of a smile." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"And why should I refrain from a tactic which has worked wonders in the past? Thanks for the advice, but I think--know--I'm better at this than you.\" Riona sighs. \"Stick with something you're good at.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"...Says the lady who nearly doubled the price a' our stay.\" Toryn's grin turns impish. \"No 'fense love, but you're failin' to impress me thus far, yeah? You keep mention a' your family to a minimum 'ere; more likely to get a dagger in your back 'an a good deal for it.\" \n\nHis grin vanishes for a moment, and he starts counting on his fingers. \"1500 gold, 20 a' us, minus a first mate who can't do squat... Round it all off... ya get something like 75, 80 gold per person. For two weeks\" His expression turns sour as he says, \"By th' Hells, I think I'd rather sleep outside.\" With a sigh, he says, \"Well, so it goes. Maybe 'ere's some ruins or somethin' to check out, somethin' to get th' blood pumpin', yeah?\" At this point, he's talking more to himself as he walks out of the inn.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nIf no one has anything else to do with Toryn in the immediate future, Toryn's going to go hunting for information.\n Gather Information: (1d20+2=21) \nAnd do pretty good at it, too!\n[edit]Forgot the time roll; Gather Info (Time): (1d4+1=3) \n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"It's hardly my fault the innkeeper's an idiot. Anyway, that was not 'mentioning my family,' that was 'outright lying.' There is a difference. It's a basic principle of con artistry: tell lies. \" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"'A professional can always deal with fools'. Even if I am a chef, and not a con artist like yourself. Fair warning, it would also do you well not to mention that you are a con artist within earshot of the innkeeper.\" returns Red, standing up and following Toryn out.\n\n \"We can find accomodations elsewhere. They might be smaller, and less comfortable, but I would prefer to retain my arms and legs. A thousand gold pieces could buy us a house.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": "((Sorry about double post, need to make a roll))\n Red \nLeaving the 'Fool's Requiem' (a fitting name, he thought), Red ventured out into the large city, with whoever else would follow, hunting for other inns and accommodations. He wanted to find cheap examples, but any would do.\n\nAfter exploring the city for a few hours, he returned to the Fool's Requiem - hopefully with good news. Unfortunately, he emerged from his explorations empty handed, the peoples' prejudices against gnolls (probably rightly so, but it was bothersome all the same) limiting his ability to track down inns.\n\n Gather Information - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n Time - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona, naturally, is not stupid enough to talk loudly enough for the innkeeper to overhear. \"I really don't have time to discuss the delicate nuances of social interaction with someone whose idea of wit is to incessantly repeat phrases someone else used. So, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.\" She sighs and stands up. \"Anyone else care to insult me, belittle me, or express doubts about my abilities based on a single failure to accomplish something none of you even bothered to attempt? Fair's fair, right? I'd feel bad if I didn't let everyone else have a try. Or, you can let me go find something useful to do.\" \n\nShe five beats or so before walking out the door, unless someone actually takes her up on her rhetorical offer.\n\nOnce on the streets, she'll make her way for the city center, generally keeping an eye out for anything interesting (as defined in the book of scoundrels, thieves, ne'er-do-wells, and highwaymen as 'something which looks like it has the potential to provide a substantial payout'), and asking the occasional question to see if anyone can guide her to more interesting places.\n\nRollin', rollin', rollin', rawhide:\n \n Spoiler \n\nGather info: (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \nTime: (1d4+1)[ 4 ] \nShe's really more looking at businesses and buildings which either look like breaking into or like they would be worth a further investigation--the gather info is intended as a supplement to that rather than actually asking people 'what's the best place to break into?' because that would just be silly. I'm not sure what the appropriate roll would be.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nIt was clear that this group was lively; Gregor didn't like lively all that much. He liked things that worked. And things that brought him closer to his personal goal of ultimate eldritch power. Or money ... Money was good, too.\n\nHe was about to take up Riona's offer but decided against it. Man hath felt no wrath like a woman scorned, he thought. Instead, he went outside to search for the town square and find something to do. Philly's decision to pay for two weeks' worth at in the inn was a clear signal that they were staying here for a while, and even though he could pay his part of the bill handily, boredom was a cruel mistress. Zere has to be someone in need of my talents ... \n \n Spoiler \nGregor is looking for work/rumors of the \"there's bandits in the woods\" or \"so-and-so needs help getting their sister back\" and whatnot.\n\n Gather Information - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n Time - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "Unfortunately for Riona, she's got little in terms of worth breaking into. There are a few shops in the merchant's quarter, but the streets are rather heavily guarded against cut-purses. A shop that's selling various magical items catches the young thief's eye, but common sense tells her not to provoke the wizard who can actually make all these items.\n\nToryn, however, finds himself in a much better predicament. He stumbles into a local guild workshop where men and women post job offers. He immediately looks for an adventurous offer and strikes it rich. It seems that a well-to-do nobleman is looking for a refractor on cheap, and isn't interested in going through the usual circles. So he's hiring out promising individuals to scout out a ruin two day's march south of the city. The job pays three thousand gold up front and gives salvage rights to everything but the refractor.\n\nGregor bumps into Toryn as the halfling is leaving a rather squat, squarish building. Upon entering it, the man immediately notices that the building is some sort of guild workshop that sells contracts for work. Looking at the highest paying offer brings a slight tear to his eye. A rather well-to-do nobleman is looking for a refractor on cheap, and isn't interested in going through the usual circles. So he's hiring out promising individuals to scout out a ruin two day's march south of the city. The job pays three thousand gold up front and gives salvage rights to everything but the refractor.\n\nThe other job offers are small change; 100 gold to find a lost locket, 10 gold to find a lost pet, even a 10 silver reward for finding a lost shoe.." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": "((You really ought to actually say when you're taking precautions rather than retroactively doing so.))\n\n Red \n \"This, from someone who blamed the innkeeper for her own failure?\" \n\n---\n\nRed returns empty handed, and shrugs.\n\n \"This city just doesn't like gnolls.\" he says, taking a seat back with the rest of the survivors. \"How did you fare, Toryn?\" he asked, not asking Rinoa for the simple reason that she left after he did and arrived before he returned.\n\n((EDIT: @Dr. cello: Actually, I'd probably say that simple precautions are rather important - We haven't really fully established the day to day manner of the characters, and minor details like this are important. Until just before I had no idea whether Riona was keeping her voice down or just talking normally. It's hardly pedantism, really.\n\nIt's something which could actually prove to change the position the group is in with regards to the innkeeper.))" }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": "((I sort of assumed nobody would make a big deal of it because it's the sort of thing that you only pay attention to whilst being excessively pedantic and/or trying to one-up people.))\n\n Riona Lochlainn \nRiona decides to pay the shop a visit anyway--interesting comes in more than just the most obvious of solutions. She'll ask if the owner/proprietor is available and, in the event he is, ask if he has need of any services, suggesting more than outright stating that she (and her companions, but the emphasis on their existence is minor at best) could provide useful service in the fields of 'acquisition' of difficult-to-reach relics, and as mercenaries. If he expresses no interest she'll thank him for his time and provide instructions for contacting her in the event he does require her services.\n\nJust roll and throw and brand 'em:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe bluff check is only in the event the DM feels it's necessary; she isn't lying or trying to rip off the wizard. I should probably add that the ultimate goal of this is more establishing friendly contact and/or working relationship with the wizard more than looking for employment, but the two tend to go hand-in-hand.\nDiplomacy: (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nBluff: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn greets Red with the usual grin and a thumbs up. Keeping his voice low so that no one else would overhear him, he says, \"Far as I'm concerned, I hit th' jackpot. Kinda dangerous, but 3,000 gold plus almost all the spoils a' th' hunt. Someone 'round 'ere's lookin' for a refractor in some nearby ruins. I's figurin' on roundin' up a few a' th' crew 'n' takin' a looksee, yeah? Figure it's better 'an waitin' around 'ere with first mate loud-mouth, anyways. Int'rested?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nComing out from the guild hall, Gregor walks towards the Fool's Requiem with renewed vigor. Precisely zhe job I vas looking vor. He starts a mental checklist: Rich noble, check. Dangerous cargo, check. Avay from zhe city, check. Salvage rights, check. Rag-tag band of adventurers ... ve'll have to gazher zhose. Also vind a healer. People eye at the grinning dark man strangely as he counts something off on his fingers. He can tell that some of them are making him for a mark -- which reminds him, Ah yes ... that 'noble child' ... she vill be useful. Toryn must have read that notice. Garsh knows refractors, ve'll need him. And zhe gnoll... \n \n Spoiler \nI presume the job listing had contact info for the well-to-do noble; otherwise it'll be hard to, y'know, get the job. If not, Gregor isn't walking out of the Guild Hall without that information.\n\nDoes the surviving crew include a cleric or druid who isn't totally occupied tending to the sick and wounded? We're going to need a healer if we're going two days south: dem's lion country.\n\nGregor is heading back to the inn, where he'll report his findings to the aforementioned people and Philly, and suggest we group up and approach the noble.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nSitting down, Red leans over to listen closely. \"Sounds like a plan. Once we have money, we could probably make an arrangement with a less greedy innkeeper.\" he whispers back, nodding.\n\n \"Three thousand gold, straight up... Was there anything else?\" whispers Red, wondering if the noble wanted anything else." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"Like I said,\" Toryn begins, keeping his voice low still, \"guy's lookin' for 'imself a refractor. Th' jobs s'posed to be 'bout scouting, but if we find one 'ee gets claim to it. Anythin' else we find in 'ere's ours, if I read 'at notice right.\" Toryn shrugs. \"Sounds like a pretty good deal t' me. I'm figuring you, Gregor, me, an' a coupla' other a' the uninjured mates get together an' 'ave a go at it, yeah? I'm figurin' we keep 'at spoilsport Philly outta it, meself.\" \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nToryn'd have either the contact information memorized, or just note how to get back to the guild hall to get the notice again. Either way works for me.\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh looked up from his interminable tinkering with the walking footlocker he called \"The Luggage\"* to hear the report from the other crewmates. He hooted softly to himself as he ran black-skinned fingers through the shaggy hair at his neck.\n\n\" And I suppose the lot o' you will be wanting to run off into this strange place so that you're more easily killed and eaten by whatever beastie calls it home, eh? Ever wonder why it's called a ruin , instead of 'haven' or 'picnic spot' or 'scenic overlook'? It's 'cause there's something with the power to demolish a thing and make it uninhabitable. \"\n\n\" Course, there's plenty waiting around here to skin us alive, too. \" He shot the innkeeper a dark look. \" Might as well take the work, if it's the best of the bad lot. \"\n\nYou can tell by the way he sets to work making sure that all the supplies are in order that he's actually looking forward to the prospect.\n\n* \n Spoiler \nThe name is intended to be an homage to, not rip-off from, Terry Pratchett's Diskworld series.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Ahh come off ov it, Garsh my vriend. It vill be fun!\" Despite being well aware of Garsh's interest in the adventure, Gregor thought it best to keep up appearances. As for his own preparations, Gregor carried all of his worldly possessions in his haversack, but there might be one item that would be useful: \"Garsh, do you happen to be carrying a refractor shard? Red? Toryn? I do not vant to find myself in zhe voods tained by Chaos.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Riona \n\nThe wizard, a rather homely old elf with a thick head of untamed hair, greets Riona quietly. He doesn't need much done at the moment, other than delivering a letter to a friend. He hands you five platnium pieces, the letter, and a small glowing silver stone. When asked what the stone is, he simply replies that it will \"keep you safe from darkness\". He then explains to you how to get to the small little hamlet his friend lives in. Apparently the hamlet, Curisshaven, is a day and a half march south of Ankah.\n\n Everyone else \n\nSearching for a cleric or druid proves fruitless. The pastor, Reverend Michael Del'zan, was never found among the wreckage of the ship. So far, only a few of the ship's mates are willing to go with you. Most of them hear the word 'ruin' and immediately experience their natural instinct of self-preservation kick in. The two that are willing to go are the Navigator, Drass Undan, and one of the Sailors, Claire Idellburn. Both are already armed with bows and armored in leather.\n\nNow there was just the problem of finding Riona..\n\n \n Spoiler \nNo cleric, but you do gain a tracker and an archer.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Of course I am carrying a shard! Did you not get one while we were at port last time?\" asks Red, raising an eyebrow.\n\n \"Alright, who else doesn't have a refractor?\" he asks, then, realising he was the only one who actually made a point to carry a protective shard, sighed, and placed his head in his palms. \"Do you at least have enough food?\" he murmurs into his hands, shaking his head. It would be far harder than he thought.\n\nAll of a sudden, a thought occurs to him. \"Say, Toryn, you haven't already put our names down for the job, right?\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"I'll see this delivered presently. Thank you.\" Riona safely stows the coins, letter, and stone (the latter in her pocket, the rest in her backpack) and withdraws, making her way back to the inn.\n\nUpon her return to the inn, she seeks out Garsh. \"Garsh, I've picked up a little something I'd like you to take a look at, if you don't mind. I think it might be important.\" She does not mention the letter as of yet, but she flashes the stone at him briefly and surreptitiously, so as to make it difficult for anyone else to spot. \"So, anyone find anything 'interesting?'\" \n\nMy heart's calculatin' some rolls will be waitin':\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'd like to do a Sense Motive check to get a hunch about the wizard's general disposition, if possible:\nSense Motive: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nTaking 10 on Sleight of Hand for showing Garsh-and-only-Garsh the stone comes out to 23, if that's necessary.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nNot even going to bother trying to beat the DC 23. There's still some levels to go before I can fill out the ranks I missed from the Humanoid levels.\n \n\n Red \n \"Well, Riona, do you have a Refractor Shard?\" asks Red in response, leaning back in his chair." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn nods and gives a small salute to Drass and Claire. \"Well, welcome to th' group. The more the merrier, I say.\" \n\nWith that, he turns to shrugs. \"Keep in mind, I was preparin' for pirates an' such, not for ruin crawlin'. Shards aren't a big deal on a ship and typically the chef is responsible for th' food. So, in short, no, I ain't got either. I do 'ave enough money to get me some rations, 'ough. An' I ain't put our names down fer th' job yet; 'at'd be rude to do 'at without askin' the rest a' you, yeah?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Spot vs. Sleight of Hand: (1d20+8=9) \nWah, wah, waaaaaaaaaaaaaah\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed pats his huge, almost overstuffed backpack. \"You're right on that count. I've got five days worth in here for all six of us. I'll need to go and buy more cutlery, though. I couldn't save all that much from the ship.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn speaks up at this. \"If ya need a couple gold, I'll help ya out with 'at, 'specially if ya got th' food for us. Though, I think we should carry more 'an 'at.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Well, everybody chip in a couple of gold pieces, and I'll go buy the food. Toryn, you've got a bit of a nose for this city, could you come along and give me a hand with tracking down some good suppliers?\" \n\nIt was an entirely fair suggestion - anybody could buy ninety meal portions from any old traveller's store, but it took a chef to go out and get the quality stuff." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona \n \"No. It's never been a problem in the past.\" Riona shrugs, and taps her chin idly in thought. \"Where are you lot off to that needs cooking? Is the food here that bad?\" Given the smirk on her lips it seems entirely unlikely that she missed the part about ruin-crawling.\n\nRoll:\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrying to see if I remember encountering any good looking food shops in the city center (I assume intelligence is appropriate):\nIntelligence: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nIt's clear that preparations are already underway, so Gregor takes a seat. \"No, no, I have faith in our chef. I am somevhat vorried, however, by zhe fact zhat multiple refractor shards intervere wizh each ozher, shortening zhe lengzh of time zhey are effective. If ve have, vhat, 5 shards? .. Zhat von't last us to zhe ruins and back.\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Here, let me take a look at that there. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Artificer Knowledge - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] to see if it has a magic aura.\nIf he finds one, he will pull out his Artificer's Monocle and examine it more thoroughly to determine its magical properties.\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nThe hadozee shrugs. \" Just a pretty rock, as far as I can see. \"\n\nHe goes back to checking his supplies. \" I have a limited number of rations in The Luggage here. I guess if I had enough time and the right supplies I could whip together something that could supply us with food magically; but I can't do nothing if you don't give me some warning. \"" }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nIf the gnoll chef was drinking anything, he would have made a spit-take at that point. \" Magically Replenishing Food Supplies? \" he exclaims, incredulously. \"You would subsist on that wet parchment?\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Huh. Thanks, Garsh.\" Riona pockets the rock again. \"I've lived on worse. I usually carry worse.\" Riona shrugs. \"There's a store selling rations down the street, though. Passed it while I was giving the town a shufti. Might be worth checking out at least until Garsh knocks something together for the road.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Anybody can find a store selling stale bread and salt meat for sixteen copper a piece. Point me at at a good market and I can get real food that lasts just as long with that sixteen copper.\" \n\nGranted, such food usually wasn't immediately edible or particularly platable before preparation, but Red was already carrying most of a perfectly passable campground kitchen in his pack, and good food never hurts when on the road." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"I can live on worse too, aye, but 'ere's no reason to when you don't have to. Wasn't 'zactly lookin' for food when I 'as out, though, so I ain't remembrin' any place 'at looked so good for 'at.\" Toryn puts his arms behind his head and ends with, \"Still, be happy to 'elp you look.\" \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nAs it may be needed...\n Gather Information: (1d20+2=18) \n Time: (1d4+1=5) (aw hell)\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh grunted. \" It's not like I'd give you Murlynd's spoon, Mr. Haute Cuisine. Think of it as an ever-replenishing larder from which you can pull supplies for your precious pots and pans. I'm not such a fool as to pass up your cooking. Forget it now, though: not enough time. \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nStanding up, Gregor claps a hand on Garsh's shoulder. \"I agree. Ve should go find zhat noble and present ourselves as zhe solution to his problem. And kwickly, before some vone else does.\" Letting go, he walks with a determined stride to the door, and steps aside to indicate that they should pass through the portal. \"Ve can go shopping later, as it shouldn't take long.\" He extends his right hand towards the door and bows ever so slightly." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Some sort of magical cooler would be better. Ingredients aren't that expensive, and magically conjured food lacks variety. The real obstacle is food being perishable, not lack of carrying space.\" \n\nStanding, Red began to follow Gregor to the door.\n\n \"But I agree. Provisioning and other necessities of preparing an expedition can come later. Let's just secure the job first.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn nods. \"Pro'lly a better idea, yeah.\" With that, he falls in line." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nLifting his torso back up, Gregor is pleased that he made a good decision. \"By zhe vay ... I'm not very familiar vit zhis town. Perhaps ve ask a townsperson? Or a ... guard?\" He raises an eyebrow." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The group makes their way to the address given to the guildmaster. They come to a tall, castle-like structure that stands about a half-mile outside of town. The building, looking more like a fortress than a home, stands as a testament to a time when war engulfed the land. As the group passes over the drawbridge, Red and Garsh immediately notices that the moat has several dark shadows moving about inside it.\n\nThe group is led into the primary waiting room, where a sharply dressed man sits in a high-back chair. He sips a thick red liquid, possibly wine, and addresses you all plainly. His dark red coat and matching breeches seem to dance with each sip of his drink.\n\n I trust you are the gentlemen, and lady, who are taking on my job? Good. Good. As I said on my notice, I am willing to pay 3,000 up front and give you salvage rights to everything but the refractor. Are you fine with this payment? Do you need any further information besides a map to the ruin in question? " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed wasn't sure when Riona had decided to come along, but she had somehow worked her way into the expedition. Negotiations were not his strong point, but he glared at Riona. She had already caused enough trouble with the innkeeper, and the term 'artist' seemed ill fitting for her.\n\n Some con artist. Nearly doubling the accomodation fees. " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn nods. \"Sounds pretty good to me, sir. Any information on th' ruins you 'ave now'd be nice to know...\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Indeed. If you have any information as to hoo built zhe ruins and vhy zhey are ruins and not currently inhabited ve vould much appreciate it. Also vhy are you paying so much for the job? Do you, perhaps, expect us to encounter much resistance?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " To say that I don't expect resistance would be a bold-faced lie, my friends. Recently, a small tribe of savages have encroached upon the excavation site I originally mapped out. So far, my archaeological team only scratched the surface of the ruin before they soon found themselves with arrows protruding from vital places.\n\nAs for why it is a ruin, or what purpose it serves, I do not know. I do know, however, that a large amount of eldritch energy is coming from the ruin's bowels. Enough energy has radiated from the place that I believe a refractor is there; a clean and obviously working one no less. Thus, why I hired you and why I'm paying you so much gold up front. I do have a small map leading to the ruin, but nothing else that could directly aid you in your excavations. " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh clacked his teeth together. \" A clean, working refractor? You'd be purchasing it on the cheap for just three thousand. Even when you can get 'em, the Guild makes you pay through the nose. Money up-front is a risk on your part, but still... \"\n\nHe turned to the others. \" Once the ship's repaired, we'll need a refractor of our own. Might be that the best way to get one is to go into the ruins for ourselves. \"\n\nHe looked back at the man as if measuring him, then shrugged. \" And with these 'savages,' besides. Is there any other reason why we might want to risk our necks for your benefit? \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " That, my hadozee companion, is why I am allowing you full salvage rights ontop of the money I'm paying upfront. Further, I expect that you aren't quite too well equipped after a spectacle like the one you put on this morning. I'm assuming, of course, that you are the airship crash survivors, given that a gnoll is among you. Either way.. The money I'm paying is good, and if I'm right about that refractor..\n\nThen that would mean that ruin is from before the Age of Chaos. It might contain valuable and ancient artifacts beyond the refractor itself. If it does, however, they are no business of mine..\n\nBut if you feel that you need the refractor for yourselves, then I can find another petitioner to search those ruins for me. \n\nThe man gives a devilish smile. at that last comment. Time definitely wasn't on your side." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed speaks up with another question, reasoning that barring a phenomenally unwise person, the noble would have a vested interest in the people he is sending out being happy about the arrangements. With this in mind, the gnollish chef asked a perfectly reasonable question in a tone suggestive of someone taught common by a language teacher.\n\nBesides, if the noble was a despicable person, the 'eldritch energy' could always 'turn out to not be a refractor' after all...\n\n \"I have only one request. Do you know of any innkeepers who would charge a fair price for two month's board?\" \n\nLeaning over to Garsh, Red elbowed him gently (though it still feels somewhat firm, owing to the gnoll's strength) in the side, and whispers out of the side of his mouth. \"If you wanted to do that we could have done it without coming here...\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The man makes a great show of stroking his clean-shaven chin, as if he were thinking quite heavily on the subject at hand.\n\n Hmm.. I suppose I could.. Yes. If you procure this refractor for me, I will house the seven of you here at my home for two months. Free of charge, of course. " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed raises an eyebrow, and looks back at Drass and Claire, presumably either forgotten by the DM or overlooked by the noble.\n\n \"Unfortunately, sir, there are a full score of us that will need to be housed, so if you could point us in the direction of fairly priced rooms we will not need to waste any of your time finding affordable board ourselves.\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": "((That's odd. No notification whatever about any of these new posts. But since nobody explained what was going on we can just assume she was taking a back seat and generally looking smug.))\n\n Riona Lochlainn \n \"Sounds wonderful.\" Riona smirks. \"More to the point, we will most decidedly not require accommodations while we are out of town, yes? Which is to say, it is something which does not require our benefactor's immediate attention, should he offer his aid in the matter at all.\" \n\nKeep them dice movin':\n \n Spoiler \n\nBecause it never hurts to be suspicious, Sense Motive to get a hunch/etc. about the situation:\n\nSense Motive: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI didn't think you were gonna bring Drass/Claire along to meet the noble. I assumed they were back with the rest of the group. Ah well, correction made.\n\nRiona: You know he's not being deceptive, and is genuinely interested in getting the refractor at the cost of housing you.\n \n\n Unfortunately, I don't know many innkeepers in town. Never trusted them myself. My offer still stands, however, if you are in need of housing when you return. " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn shrugs. \"Well, 'at's mighty generous of ya. Can't speak for the rest of me mates, 'ere, but I'd be glad to take you up on 'at offer after we get back, meself.\" He turns to look at the rest and claps his hands together, grinning wildly. \"Dunno 'bout the rest of you, but I'm eager to get at it. Anythin' else we need to do 'round 'ere other 'an collect the map an' money?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Actually ...\" Gregor has been listening and pondering ever since the noble first mentioned eldritch energy. He wasn't even listening to the bit about accommodations. \"I do have a kvestion. You see, I know zomezhing about zhe eldritch magics.\" You notice a pale purple glow gathering at his fingertips, and as he speaks it grows. \"And kvite frankly, zhis is zhe first time I have heard of it being associated wizh a Refractor.\" He crosses his arms in front of him, and as his hands pass each other there is a distinct arcing between his fingers.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStanding, waiting for a response. Also, I hope he's talking about the same eldritch energy, hehe.\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Hmm.. You know, that is rather peculiar. I've never owned a refractor before, and the fellows I had digging for that one assured me that eldritch energy was normal for a refractor. \n\nThe man looks genuinely perplexed, as he is now standing and stroking his forehead. Maybe the noble is thinking twice about funding an expedition for a crystal that might not be a refractor at all.." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSo do we assume the offer was for all 7 on the expedition?\n \n\n Red \n \"Without further ado, if we could get the map and the funds, we will begin preparations immediately and we should be able to leave by the end of tomorrow, if not earlier.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor shrugged. \"Perhaps, then, it is I zhat am wrong. As I said, I know something of zhe magics ... not all. I am, and alvays vill be, a student of their uses. I vould very much like to obtain this Refractor for you. \" He bowed slightly.\n\n \"Red is correct. Ve should get going. If you have no further kvestions, may ve begin zhis undertaking?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI replace the 5 with a 7 from the last post.\n \n\n\nThe man claps his hands. A servant promptly enters and bows to his lord and his guests. The immaculately dressed servant, wearing a pressed, double-breasted tuxedo, hands the hadozee a pouch full of 300 platnium coins and a rolled up map-case.\n\n Unfortunately my friends, my map will only take you to the outskirts of the ruin. As I said, savages stopped my expeditions into the ruin proper, so you'll be walking blind through that. I've provided extra slips of parchment incase you wish to produce your own map. " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh squinted and nodded. \" That'll probably do, then. We'll let you know as soon as we get back with your refractor. \"\n\nAs the group turned to head outside, he commented, \" At least we won't just be sitting around town gathering mold. And we keep silent about this coin around Philly, eh? If they're using the lodging, they pay for it. We'll need this to keep our skin intact while we're gone. \"" }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Right, Garsh, the Luggage can kill people who try to take stuff from it, right? Let it hang onto the map for a while, same with the money. Toryn and I can handle the provisioning - probably stocking for about a week?\" says Red, following Garsh out. \"We're also going to need to track down proper rooms for the others - Riona, if you're so sure you can talk to an innkeeper, why don't you track down a more affordable inn... and, ah, try telling him that we got offered rooms for three hundred a week... don't mention your wealth.\" \n\nIt seemed the gnoll already had a plan of action in mind.\n\n \"Maybe we should invest in a cart - though with the savages it would be very risky.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn shakes his head at the suggestion of a cart. \"Way I sees it, once we get t' know more 'bout 'ese ruins, we can come back. 'Ee did say salvage rights; not 'salvage rights for your first trip 'ere.' What say you 'at we take care a' th' nasties in our ruin first, an' if we can't carry all th' stuff we come back an' get a cart, then go back through?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Yes, ve could do zhat, but remember zhat it is two days' travel from here. But I zhink I agree that a cart vill not help. Even if ve make it zhere vizh a cart, it is doubtful zhat ve can bring it in vizh us and ensure zhat ve leave vizh it intact. Is not Zhe Luggage sufficient for carrying any salvage? And how big is a Refractor anyvay?\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Doin' it now, \" he responded to Red, as The Luggage snapped shut with its new treasures securely stowed. \" It may not kill 'em, but it'll do enough hurting that the thief may never pilfer again. Even if they get past the pincers, though, there's still the matter of getting it open. Hehehe. \"" }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"I have my doubts that we will find anything cheaper. Call it a hunch.\" Riona shakes her head. \"Anyway. If we're headed south anyway, mind if we stop by a little place called Curisshaven? I've got something to tend to. It shouldn't be far out of the way. Might even be a better place to hole up for a while.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor raises and eyebrow and folds his arms. \"I von't ask vhat business you have zhere, but I don't see vhy not. I'd razher sleep in a bed zhan a tent anyvay.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Well, unless you're prepared to have us shell out one and a half grand on housing the others while we're gone, I suggest you'd better have a closer look. Besides that, why not? Well, I'm off to hunt down the provisions.\" \n\nRed walks off, presumably with Toryn, in search of a good place to buy quality food supplies.\n\n Gather Information - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] to find suitable food stores\n Profession - (1d20+13)[ 29 ] to assess them for quality and relative price" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"'M half inclined to say I don't give a damn what the rest of 'em do at this point. Either way, 'ey'll figure somethin' out.\" \n\nWith that, Toryn heads off with Red.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Gather Information: (1d20+2=12) \n Time: (1d4+1=4) \nAlso, Toryn switches into Hunter's Sense stance, to gain scent to help assess quality and such.\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh snatched up a stick while he walked and used it to tattoo a rhythm on the lid of his squat homunculus. Other than an occasional half-hearted swipe at the improvised instrument, the packmate ignored it.\n\n\" Any other last-minute provisions? Refractor shards, bedding, weapons, tools, armor...anything? \"\n\nHe scratched his head. \" I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea if I got myself some armor. I hate wearing the stuff--no need for it in my work--but if we're up against these 'savages,' I might be thankful for the protection. \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nWith a chipper smile, Gregor knocks on his elvish shield. \"Armor is goot. Vot ve may need is more mezhods of healink ... I have a vand vich vill do for minor zhings, but perhaps I could invest in a Healink Belt? Zhey are very useful, I hear. Alzhough I am not certain zhis town vill have von.\" He looks up at the sky for a moment, shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and starts counting off fingers.\n\n \"Ve need a cart or carriage, plus zhe horses for it. Since ve're expectink trouble, warhorses vould be a vorthvhile investment. Zhat vill cost us a few hundred gold, depending on vhat ve buy and from who. I can easily read minor spell scrolls so perhaps we could load up on zhose as vell. Veb, Bull's Strength, Resist Energy .. zhese are all useful. Ve should probably go shopping tonight, and head out in zhe mornink. He looks back at Garsh and Riona, his eyebrow raised in expectation of an answer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGregor can take ten on UMD checks, so he can cast 2nd-level spells through scrolls without making a roll. Also, All-Seeing Eyes gives him Read Magic as the spell for written text only.\n\nSuggested Shopping List, per party approval:\nHealing Belt - 750gp (from Gregor's personal funds if necessary)\nCart - 15gp\nLight Warhorse (60ft unburdened, 230lb light load) - 150gp -or- Heavy Warhorse (50ft unburdened, 300lb light load) - 400gp\nWeb - 60gp, x4 = 240gp\nBull's Strength - 60gp, x2 = 120gp\nResist Energy - 60gp, x5 (one for each of us) = 300gp\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh pulled aside some of his shaggy hair and pointed at the curiously-cut leather belt at his waist, which had at first seemed like part of his harness.\n\n\" Already got the Healing Belt. It's good in a pinch and for the cuts and scrapes that come on an airship; but it's not made for heavy duty. We might want an alternate source of healing. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Toryn and Red \n\nThe pair find a rather large general store filled with your average foodstuffs. Procuring supplies would take about a hundred and five gold pieces for a month's supply for 7 people.\n\n(Sorry for the late reply)" }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"I might have a little something for healing,\" offers Riona, following Garsh and Gregor. She glances around the city with an appraising look. \"A city like this will probably have a healing belt somewhere. Really, I'm not too worried about it. I'm sure we've all dealt with worse than these 'savages'.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Looking the store's goods over, Toryn says, \"Weeeeell, I think 'is is th' best we're gonna do, Red. Figure you can make somethin' outta stuff like 'is?\" He heads to the section of the store for cheeses, looking at them and taking a strong sniff. \"Haa, strong stuff... Anyway, how long y' figure we shoul' get ready for? Two weeks or so seems tops t' me...\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"We've only really been at it for a few hours. We can try and hunt down another store. This seems like a good place in a pinch, though, so we'll keep it in mind.\" \n Gather Information - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n Time - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn shrugs. \"Well, all right then...\" he says as he follows Red out.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Gather info (Aid another): (1d20+2=5) (DAMMIT!)\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nHe nodded and tugged on a shaggy strand of hair. \" And if you're not in too much of a hurry and can give me some peace to work, I can brew up some healing potions. I'd need to purchase some components, of course, so it would use some of that precious coin. \"\n\n\" The nice thing about potions, though, is that The Luggage over there can dump one down your throat if you're incapacitated. I got knocked off of the rigging by a loose spar once--out clean and cold. Landed on the decking and likely woulda died if he hadn't come to help me. Handy little appliance, he is. \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor looked impressed. \"Let's start valkink back as ve talk, ya? Zhe Luggage is indeed a useful device. How much time vould you need to brew zhese potions?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "As night begins to settle, Toryn and Red only find more general stores and one particularly expensive store that imports food from all across the world. Buying a month's supply of food from this place would be three hundred and fifteen gold pieces. They find no other differences in cost, and it seems that a hundred and five is the lowest they can get without talking to someone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI need to know what Garsh/Gregor/Riona and the NPCs are going to be doing during this time.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nAs they went from general store to general store, Red quickly ruled out spending twice as much on food at the imports store - after all, it was only twice as expensive due to importing costs.\n\nInstead, he assesses the quality of individual foodstuffs at each store, and takes note of the costs of each, before buying two sheets of parchment (4sp) and scribbling out a long shopping list for goods to be bought at each store. He wasn't really expecting to get savings from one store or another - not without working out a deal with a storekeeper, but he was looking for quality.\n\nHe passed one list to Toryn, and about fifty gold pieces.\n\n \"Alright, you can handle this list, right? Feel free to get a pack if you need one.\" \n\n[roll=Profession(Chef)]1d20+13[/roll]\n\nAnd with that, he heads off to buy up around an additional week's worth of supplies, as well as two mess kits (5sp/piece, 1gp 2lbs)" }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": "((Whoops. Left brackets in the roll.\n\nEDIT: Ouch. Should be enough to get high quality stuff anyway, though.))\n\n Profession - (1d20+13)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Looking the list over, Toryn nods and happily accepts the coin. \"Sounds good to me, mate, an' I already got a pack for all 'is stuff.\" With that, he sets off to purchase the stuff on the list." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nHaving finished making his internal list, Havok speaks up on their walk back to the city. \"I suggest ve get a number of Resist Energy scrolls, a few, say four, scrolls of Veb, and two scrolls of Bull's Strength. If ve stay at zhe noble's mansion, zhen ve von't have to pay zhe full price for lodgings at zhe inn, no? Perhaps he could be persuaded to lower the price to a zhousand gold or less. As for carrying zhe Refractor itself ... vell ... I'm inclined tovards having a cart and horse, but perhaps ve vill need somethink to get it out of zha ruins itself. Garsh, any suggestions?\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nHaving purchased the supplies, Red packs it all into his backpack and returns to the Mansion, waiting for the others to all return.\n\n \"So, where shall we be staying tonight?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nUpon reaching the city, Gregor stops and faces Garsh. \"Vell, mister Money Man, I vant to buy some of zhose scrolls, and you probably vant to buy components for zhat vand. Zhey are at zhe same shop, more zhan likely. Let us finish zhat up kvikly and pay zhat money-grubbing innkeeper somezhink on our crew's behalf. Riona, Drass, Claire, do you mind joining us, or vould you prefer meeting us at zhe inn?\" \n \n Spoiler \nSo ... Gregor is buying the spells listed in OOC. Cart + horse can be bought tomorrow. I actually have no trouble buying the scrolls tomorrow, but it might be better for Garsh if he bought all the components tonight so he could get an early start tomorrow morning.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn approaches the mansion not long after Red, loaded down with foodstuffs. He quickly hands a good bit of it to Red, and in reply to his question, says, \"Dunno 'bout you, but I think I'd rather stay 'ere if our kind host's offer still stands, yeah?\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Well, I'll need to make a run to the magic shops to pick up some components if I'm going to brew or fashion anything for us. What do we need? Curing potions? Wand of something-or-other? \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Healing potions might come in handy, but I was zhinkink that ve might need somezhink to help us carry zhat darned crystal out of zhe ruins. Possibly a vand of Floatink Disk? Can you make it poverful enough to hold a few hundred pounds?\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona \n \"While we're on the subject, if you could get me a wand of keen edge I'd be very happy indeed. Just somewhere down the road.\" Riona shrugs. \"I'd like to get this done before somebody else does, though, so we can't spend too much time.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Agreed,.\" chimes in Gregor, \"but as much as I vant to hurry, I vould razher be prepared. And I don't see how else ve vill remove vhat could potentially be an object veighing several hundret pounds besides a vand of Floatink Disk... I can use zhose vell enough. Maybe ve should buy zhe components and tools necessary for zhat keening vand and make it on zhe road?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Tell you vhat,\" Gregor continues without missing a beat, \"I vill go take care of zhe fees at zhe inn, and you two can go shoppink for zhe components. I can buy zhose scrolls tomorrow. Now, I vill need a zhousand gold...\" After getting the money from Garsh, he says, \"I vill meet you back at zhe noble's mansion,\" waves quickly and jogs back to the inn.\n\nWhen he gets there, he exchanges greetings with the crew and first mate, and tells the latter that a few of them have found free accommodations from an adventuring job, and will not be staying at the inn. He tells Philly that he's going to try and arrange payment for the rest of the crew from the advance money, and then goes to find the innkeeper, arguing:\n\n \"Mister Innkeeper. I am from zhe airship crew zhat has landed, so to speak, in your establishment. You offered to us rooms for zhe entire crew for two veeks at a price of fifteen hundret gold, but zhe situation has changed. Seven of us are leavink town, and have scrounged togezher a zhousand gold as payment for zhe rest of zhe crew ... vhich, I believe, verks out to exactly zhe same rate per person as you had previously offered. Do you have any objections to zhis settlement?\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" I guess so, though I don't really see why you're bothering to pay for the rest of the crew's expenses. Aren't they supposed to work for their room and board during these two weeks? Now they'll be sitting on their tails the whole time--getting drunk, most like. It's not as if they'll reimburse us for our troubles on their behalf when we get back... \"\n\nHe grumbled like this the whole way to a magic shop. Once there, he put on a happy face and saw to securing the necessary supplies." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Innkeeper \n\nAfter a few calculations in his head, the innkeeper accepts the gold and then hands Gregor back two platnium pieces and five gold pieces. The price worked out to just nine-hundred and seventy-five.\n\n Others \n\nStuff is bought. I don't really need to go into details.\n\n Everyone \n Finally everyone is assembled in front of the noble's home--well, fortress. It's now fairly dark outside, as much time was spent gathering information within the city. The group could either set out tonight or spend the night with the noble. But the choice was theirs." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Once the group is back together and considering their options, Toryn is the first to speak up. \"I dunno 'bout th' rest of ya, but settin' out at night seems like a bad plan to me. Why not just stay th' night 'ere and set out fresh in th' mornin', yeah?\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor shakes his head chidingly. \"Ach, no no no. It vould be silly to head out in zhis darkness. Ve vill stay vit zhe noble tonight, despite my doubts as to his goot intentions. Besides, Garsh needs a day to verk on zhe vand, ya?\" He claps the hazodee on his furry shoulder. \"Perhaps vit a cart you can verk while on zhe road ... But come, ve can talk inside.\" Releasing his hand Gregor puts on his most inviting smile and enters the fortress, looking for a servant to lead them to their room or rooms." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Noble \n\nHe offers rooms for all seven of you. A manservant guides you to each of your own, separate, rooms. Once everyone is all tucked in, the manservant does his rounds to see if anyone needs any sort of drink or nighttime snack before bed. If anyone requests anything, he'll retrieve it from the kitchen. Otherwise, he leaves you to your sleep.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll need three separate Listen checks from everyone. One with no penalty. One with a -3. And the other with a -6.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"I must admit zhat zhis service is very nice. As is zhe room.\" Gregor muses as he enters his own room and says good night to the others. Suspiciously goot, in fact. Ach, I'm probably just beink paranoid. He spends a few moments checking out his room, then unpacks a few things and lays down on the bed to collect his thoughts and unwind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+2)[ 12 ](14) \n Listen - (1d20)[ 16 ](16) \n Listen-3 - (1d20-3)[ 12 ](9) \n Listen-6 - (1d20-6)[ 3 ](-3) \n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n (1d20-1)[ 11 ] \n \n\n Red \nRed bids everybody goodnight and retires to his rooms, where he spends a couple of hours going through the food supplies and sniffing them cautiously for quality.\n\nAfter reassuring himself that the food that he had bought was of sufficient quality, he went to sleep in his bed, where he once again dreamt little dreams of horrific nightmares, the same series of images again and again, tossing and turning the whole night long, involuntarily growling at times and other times simply grimacing." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn lets out a low, impressed whistle as he's lead into his room. \"I could get used to 'is, yeah? Hellova lot better 'n' our friends back at th' 'otel're probably sleepin'...\" \n\nWhen the servant returns taking last requests, Toryn seems to consider for a moment, before finally saying, \"A hangover th' mornin' we 'ead out don't sound so fun. I'll decline for now; thanks anyway, mate.\" \n\nRolls \n Spoiler \n Listen 1: (1d20+13=22) \n Listen 2: (1d20+10=11) (Fsck!)\n Listen 3: (1d20+7=10) (FSCK!!!)\n\nI forgot to put Toryn into the name field on that first field, but since that's the only one of these I'd want to keep I doubt it really matters.\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona graciously waves off the manservant and settles into her bed. \"Thank you, but no. I have had a quite satisfactory meal earlier this evening. Send my thanks to our gracious host, though, yes?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20)[ 7 ] \n (1d20-3)[ 11 ] \n (1d20-6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Aye. I'll see what I can do in the morning. Don't any of you be snoring, now, and keeping us all awake. There's somebody with a nose like a raging girallon, but I haven't figured which of you it is. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen 1 - (1d20)[ 4 ] \n Listen 2 - (1d20-3)[ 12 ] \n Listen 3 - (1d20-6)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Group \n\nThe night comes to a close with many happy thoughts drifting through the heads of the company just prior to their travel on the morning. Everyone sleeps well, and no one is disturbed for long. However, that isn't to say no one was disturbed at all. Toryn, before drifting off to sleep, notices someone open his door. When he reactively looks toward the open door, the butler is standing in the doorway holding a tray to his chest.\n\n I apologize, sir. I've come to make sure everyone is sleeping well. I trust the bed is to your comfort? \n\nThe butler leaves once he has his answer. Either to gather more pillows for Toryn or happy that the bed is to the young man's liking.\n\nOtherwise.. No one is disturbed during the night.\n\n Morning \n\nThe group awakens and gathers for breakfast in the dining room. The noble has graciously set out a large meal for everyone involved. He's seated at the head of the table, befitting his place as lord of his home. Servants busy themselves with providing you food befitting a lord.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone benefits from a Heroes' Feast . You all gain 10 temporary hit point from the feast.\n\nAlso, I need a raw Wisdom check from everyone.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "As the butler wakes Toryn, he grins and says, blearily, \"Mate, I been sleepin' on a hammock in an airship most a' my nights. Compared to 'at, this is outright heavenly. Thanks for askin', though.\" As the butler leaves, he turns over and goes back to sleep without a second thought.\n\nThe next morning, Toryn eats his fill, consuming an impressive amount, espcially for a halfling. The whole thing has him in an even better mood than usual. He doesn't partake that much of ale, saying offhandedly that if another meal like this was to be offered when they returned, he'd make up for lost time then.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n Wisdom: (1d20+3=14) (Edit: For some reason, I copied a roll from another game here before... Fixed.)\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh sets to the meal with a will. \" Thank you for the lodging and the food, sir. We'll do our best to see that you get what you've paid us for, too. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Wisdom check - (1d20)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Claire \n\nThe (relatively) young elven woman arrives from her sleeping quarters. She looks pale and alittle sickly this morning. With a barely stiffled yawn, she sits down to eat breakfast. She's extraordinairely quiet this morning, and doesn't appear to be feeling well. Her raven hair is well-kept and meticulously groomed. Her eyes, twin green orbs, appear less vibrant than normal.\n\n Drass \n\nThe older human arrives shortly after Claire does. He's alittle pale as well, but otherwise fine and wide awake. He seems to have picked up a few things in the city, particularly a pair of daggers that run through loops in his belt. His blonde hair is a mess, as he put no effort in taming it after sleeping. The man's dark blue eyes seem to reflect his pale features as they appear glossed over and alittle tired." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Now zhis ,\" says Gregor, eyes widening as he catches sight of the feast laid on the breakfast table, \" zhis a man can get used to.\" He had slept well, despite his suspicions; the man was just too tired and the bed was just too comfortable. He woke up early bright-eyed and well-rested, cleaned himself up, and came out of his room to find food he only saw in his most decadent dreams. For a former street urchin, this really was too good.\n\nYou could say he was happy.\n\nChatting freely between bites, Gregor eats his meal with relish and a nigh-permanent grin on his face, sending his compliments to the chef and thanking the Lord if he should appear." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Wisdom - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n\nEDIT: Looks like Red is really not much of a morning gnoll.\n\n Red \nRed enters looking like he hasn't slept much, but not moreso than usual. He lacks any paleness to his skin (somewhat hard, what with him being a gnoll and all) and unlike the likely drained Drass and Claire, Red simply isn't a morning person - quite plainly evidenced by his half-shut eyes.\n\nHe yawns as he takes his seat, clutching his mug full of coffee he'd managed to acquire from the kitchens before coming down. On the front was the slightly humourous message he'd bought the mug for a while back.\n\n'Awaken Chef' indeed.\n\nHe sniffed cautiously in the air, not immediately registering the feast. \"Mmmh... Imported... Quality Ingredients...\" \n\nHe set down his mug, and picked up the cup of ale, taking an exploratory sip.\n\n \"...Wish I could get ingredients like this.\" he muttered, as he set into the sumptuous meal set before the group." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \nRiona does not quite look herself in the morning, either. When she notices the state of Claire and Drass, she freezes and her eyes narrow, but she says nothing beyond quietly thanking their 'kind host' for the meal. She has not made much of an effort to conceal that she is not feeling well this morning--her normally well-kept hair is in disarray, where she would normally be trying to look her best at this time of day.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWisdom: (1d20)[ 6 ] \nOOC: I could have sworn I clicked 'submit' yesterday. Sorry.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nDabbing at his lips with a napkin, Gregor leans back into the richly upholstered chair and washes his food down with some coffee. \"I must zhank you again, sir, for zhe lodgings and fine breakfast. It has been most refreshink. I vould venture to say zhat zhe best vay to start an adventure into zhe unknown,\" he says, pronouncing the silent 'k' sharply, \"is vizh a goot meal. Speakink of vhich, I must go to town and collect some scrolls. Anyvon feel like joining me?\" \n \n Spoiler \nGoing to go buy the aforementioned scrolls. I presume Garsh is going to work on the wand? I sense mini-adventure in the manor...\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona hesitates for a moment, then nods. \"Sure. I could use some fresh air.\" She combs through her hair with her fingers in a half-hearted sort of way. \"You know where you're going?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Noble \n\n\" I am glad you are enjoying your meal, everyone. I usually import my ingredients from Crown and Blade Isles. My cook has a fantastic recipe for Blade Isle Shark Potstickers. Unfortunately he doesn't seem to be awake this morning.. Most of this, unfortunately, was provided by my minstrel through magic. And Archibald doesn't seem to be joining us for breakfast this morning either.. Ah well, he'll never know what he missed! \"\n\n Drass and Claire \n\nBoth of them opt to leave with Gregor after finishing their meals." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Hrmh. Figures.\" mutters Red, finishing off his second cup and now quite thoroughly awake. \"Thank you for providing breakfast, though it is a pity the chef was unable to prepare it.\" \n \"I'd be happy to provide my services if the chef isn't well, though I think I'll see if I can hunt him down and get the recipe from him. It sounds very good.\" \n\nRed stood, dropping his mug (which became clean again even as it fell) into a pocket, and bows slightly before walking off to find the 'sleeping' chef." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Yes, fresh air is goot.\" Gregor stands up and bows slightly to the noble. \"I vould zhank zhe chef, but it vould seem I have your minstrel to zhank instead. Send my regards. Toryn,\" he says turning his head, \"are you stayink or goink?\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn shrugs. \"Eh, might as well tag along.\" He finishes off one last wedge of cheese before standing up in his chair and giving a bow to their host. \"Been a while since I had such a good sleep an' meal, thanks kindly.\" He then hops down to the floor and follows along." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Group Scrollgatherers \n\nThe group of five leaves to procure supplies. Nothing truly important happens during the course of this endeavor. They are, however, taking their time with the trip primarily due to three of five being rather sickly and tired.\n\n Loner Red \n\nRed leaves to find the chef. But then he realizes that the noble never told Red where the chef lived..\n\n \n Spoiler \nGather Info if you plan to ask servants.\nSearch if you plan to search yourself.\n \n\n Garsh \n\nThe hadozee proves to be the only hospitable guest out of the lot and stays to converse with the man who so graciously provided him lodging.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the wait. I was expecting conversation while people were out buying scrolls..\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh made a mental note to ask the nobleman about some sort of workshop he might be able to use to work uninterruptedly. The Luggage got up from its unobtrusive place of rest in the corner and crossed to where Garsh was sitting. It opened momentarily and allowed Garsh an opportunity to ascertain that all the necessary supplies were there; then it returned to its prior position, out of the way.\n\n\" So how'd you get involved with the ruins? \" he asked to make conversation. \" You said you were 'researching' them, right? Seems like pretty chancy work to me. Interesting returns, though, no doubt. \" His eyes glinted with curiosity." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nMaking their way into the city, an overly plucky Gregor chats idly about the weather, the town, and the spell scrolls he's interested in buying. While in the store, this dialog-turned-monologue runs into a brief history of his life.\n\nAs an orphan in the big city, Gregor had to get by somehow. Fighting, petty theft, and trickery were all part of his repertoire long before he was picked up by the orphanage where he spent much of his early years. Eventually, that too passed, as it became clear that strange energies flowed in his blood, and he started to be able to shape them into magical blasts. After that his history continued to be a hodgepodge affair, with apprenticeships at magical schools and workshops who couldn't accept him and envied him for his strange fonts of magical power. You could say they used him more than not. He joined up with the airship crew after getting some money with a few small adventuring groups, seeking to get a fresh start and get away from it all.\n\nGregor reads through a few scrolls as he derails his history in favor of more contemporary topics. \"So vhy did you guys join up? And vhat do you zhink of our host? Strange man, no?\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nInstead of placing his time in the fickle hands of the lords of luck, Red decides to head back and simply ask his benefactor where the chef lived.\n\nOn the way, he wondered why he didn't ask in the first place, but then dismissed it as latent tiredness. He takes a long route back, just strolling through the city and enjoying the sights." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Garsh \n\n\" Yes. Well, I had been employing a young wizard to do a few things for me out in the country. One night she discovered an energy emanating from deep within a mausoleum that belonged to one of the barbarian tribes nearby. We discussed what would possibly emanate that much energy, and thus, I funded her expedition to unearth the refractor. \"\n\n Red \n\n\" I don't actually know. He usually comes in about an hour or so before breakfast, and then leaves an hour or so after cooking dinner. It's rather odd that he isn't around today.. \"" }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Which do you mean: was it constructed as a mausoleum or was that just what these barbarians were using it for? I thought they burned their dead. Or ate 'em. But I guess there's barbarians and then there's barbarians, eh? \"\n\nHis black-skinned face twisted in thought. \" It might be nice to talk to this wizard before we head down there, to find out what she knows. If she's alive still, that is. \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn looks up to Gregor, also in a good mood. He walks just fast enough to keep up, keeping his arms folded behind his head as he walks. \"Involved in what exactly? Sailin' with th' crew? Ain't it every boy's dream to go out sailin' an' exploring? I just never grew outta 'at and figured 'is was th' best way to start.\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Something isn't right ,\" responds Riona flatly to Gregor's question about their host. \"Our host, or someone at his house, did something while we were asleep. Something needs to be done about this.\" She pauses, and shrugs. \"Something to discuss on the road, I guess.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor nods in response to Riona's statement. \"Or to take care of before ve go. As far as ve know, ve are zhe only vones being sent to zhese ruins, and if ve clean house before ve leave, heck, zhere might be a bonus in it for us. From zhe pallor of Claire and Drass here, I vould guess vampirism, but it is clear zhat the noble isn't vone himself. A servant?\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"And if it's our host who is eating his guests? He might not like us asking questions. He might decide to forgo a light snack every evening in favor of one nice tasty meal, and find someone else to do his increasingly-suspicious dirty work.\" Riona shakes her head. \"Or perhaps there's an eminence gris we're missing. Either way--if you're a blood-drinking monster and a party of people start asking questions, it usually ends in a banquet where the guests of honor are also the main course.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Garsh \n\n\" I do not know. Again, my expeditions into the ruin did not go far. We do know that the local barbarians were dumping their dead inside. As for my wizardly companion.. I don't know what became of her. She never returned with the few survivors who did come back. \"" }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"How odd. Well, I'm going to head off to have a poke around for this missing chef.\" \n\nRed wanders back out again, remembering suddenly that he'd made the mistaken assumption that there was a live-in chef, and set about exploring the city and simply taking in the sights while he searched for the chef.\n\nIt was a good excuse to take a morning off enjoying the city.\n\n Search - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Red \n\nRed finds a bakery where a chef would, presumably, live. When he knocks, however, there is no answer or response." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Disappeared, huh? Well, there are always stories about wizardly types falling prey to their lust for knowledge and power. And for those little almond paste confections they hand out at feasttime--the ones they shape and paint like little animals, you know? At least, that's what they were always on to me about. I can't see that simple curiousity is a bad thing, if the brain on the other end is wary and wise. What was her name? \"\n\n\" By the way, were you ever out on one of the 'expeditions' yourself? \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn seems troubled by Riona's words. \"Odd man to be sure, but don' you think maybe you're jumpin' to conclusions a bit 'ere? I dunno much 'bout vampires, of course, but wouldn't there be some more tellin' signs? Like, I dunno, bats all over the place or somethin'? 'Oles in necks? Somethin's off 'ere, 'at's for sure, but I dunno if it's quite so sinister.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Ja. I mean, ve all know,\" again pronouncing the silent 'k', \"zhat vampires cannot function durink zhe day. Zhey hexplote.\" He really gets into his own accent with that last word -- Gregor can actually imitate a more cosmopolitan accent just fine. He just enjoys the feeling of being quirky.\n\nHaving completed his purchases, he pays the shopkeeer and packs the scrolls into a case, and then places that in his haversack. Shielding his eyes, he looks up and locates the sun. \"It is still early, but ve might head back to have a look-see around zhe noble's mansion, ja? But first, ve should get you two,\" he says indicating Drass and Claire, \"zomezhink to drink for zhat complexion of yours. Maybe a light snack. Or vould you prefer ve repast at the mansio intself?\" he finishes with a sarcastically overdone menacing grin." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Could be all sorts of things. Not a vampire is a very good option. If there is a vampire it could be a puppetmaster of sorts. The opportunities for conspiracy and enchantment and need I repeat blood-drinking monsters are more or less endless.\" Riona sighs. \"The only conclusion I'm jumping to is that continued residence at our benefactor's house could be bad for our health.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Ja, but I don't intend to stay zhere more zhan anozher night. Och! Zhe horse and cart! I almost forgot! Hrm ... you didn't see zhe stables yesterday, did you Riona?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Garsh \n\n\" Her name was Karen. I think. Karen.. Karen.. Kar--Adleburn! Karen Adleburn. And no, I never went on these expeditions. I am no warrior, and I admit to it readily. She lived in a small tower somewhere south of the city, I don't quite recall where, exactly, since I'd only seen it once. \"\n\n Drass and Claire \n\nDrass was already sitting down on the cobblestones. He was much paler than either Claire or Riona, possibly due to having a weaker body. He doesn't respond, but the elven woman trying to help him up does. \" Food would be nice. I didn't eat at the mansion, since I was afraid of what would be inside it. Someone help me with this fool, please! \"" }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nThe Hadozee nodded. \" Well, that's a start. It's not much, but I'm sure we'll learn more when we're there. On another note, do you by any chance have a workshop where I could tinker undisturbed? \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn starts towards Drass, but quickly realises that his small frame wasn't suited to such work. \"I'll go see if can get you somethin' to eat, yeah?\" With that, he begins scanning around for a spot to get some food for his ailing crewmates." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Toryn \n\nYou procure food for your maligned comrades with no notable expense. They both eat as if they were suffering from a famine. Riona's stomach grumbles rather loudly as well.\n\n Garsh \n\nThe noble does not have such a workshop, as he has no live-in mage. His minstrel is the only spellcaster he has that lives in his home, and the man needs no workshop for his spellcasting. The noble provides Garsh with vague directions to his friend's tower, which lies further south than his own keep. He also provides Garsh with fairly rough maps of Ankah, the surrounding area, and the campsite near the ruin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaps:\n Ankah Map (Rough)\n Surrounding Area of Ankah \n The Campsite \n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor shakes a finger chidingly at Riona. \"I don't k now how you managed to resist zhat delicious breakfast ve had, but you did it. I vould commend you for your villpower if I didn't zhink it was stupid. Ach!,\" he exclaimed at Drass' eager eating, \"Don't choke. You should also slow down and actually taste your foot. Come, ve are going to sit down at a table somevhere and get a proper meal into you! Toryn!\" Gregor takes a moment to let the dramatic tension rise. After an appropriate pause, he exclaims, \"An eatery!\" \n\nHe helps Claire support Drass and walks him slowly, following Toryn.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYes, I said \"foot\" on purpose. I mean, if he says \"goot\" instead of \"good\" then he says \"foot\" instead of \"food.\" I'm discovering this stuff as I go along ... bear with me. Just imagine the cheesiest German accent from a bad (or good) old war movie and cross it with \"I vant to sahk your blahd\", and you've got Gregor.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Hello? Anybody home?\" calls Red, before turning the knob slowly and entering (if it isn't locked)." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Gregor, Riona, and Toryn \n\nThe five of you wander into a small inn, where a waitress seats you and asks for your order. Drass and Claire both order large meals, and Riona's stomach begins to growl quite loudly with the smell of food nearby.\n\n Red \n\nThere is no answer, and the door is locked." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nChuckling, Gregor nibbles at a little roast meat and bread, and leans back enjoying his ale. \"Please, eat up. It's my treat.\" He orders Riona some duck and wine.\n\nAfter all the food has been eaten, hungers sated, tabs payed and an appropriate rest period taken (to ensure that they won't drown should they swim), Gregor gathers his things and suggests they head back to the noble's mansion, where they go find Garsh and Toryn. Seeing that Toryn isn't around, Gregor gets slightly suspicious (for no real reason), and turns on his detect magic ability, along with all of his passive invocations.\n\n \"I zhink I vill have a look around zhe grounds.\" \n\nGregor takes himself on a tour of the grounds, along with Claire, Drass, Riona, and Toryn if they wish to join him, sweeping over as much as he can with his detect magic cone. Should the group meet up with the noble, Gregor once again thanks him profusely and asks him,\n\n \"Do you by any chance k now where is?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI need to make a band called Duck and Whine.\nEffects: Detect Magic, See the Unseen ( see invisibility and darvision), All-Seeing Eyes( comprehend languages for written words, +6 Search and Spot), Fell Flight (Gregor is walking, it's just to avoid pit traps and the like)\n\nSome search and spot checks:\n Search - (1d20+8)[ 14 ](22) \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 13 ](19) \n Search - (1d20+8)[ 8 ](16) \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 20 ](26) \n Search - (1d20+8)[ 16 ](24) \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 6 ](12) \n Search - (1d20+8)[ 9 ](17) \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 19 ](25) \n Search - (1d20+8)[ 14 ](22) \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 1 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh is at this time in the room in which he slept, gathering his belongings and packing The Luggage with the magical components for his work. He plans to leave word with the noble and head to the mage's tower." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Gregor \n\nYou got nothing. Other than the bard, and everyone who ate breakfast, there aren't any magical auras of real significance. The noble is wearing a ring with a transmutation aura around it, and when questioned he remarks that the ring makes him better at fencing.\n\nThe noble points them in Garsh's direction(before he leaves), and then remarks that he does not know where Red has disappeared to." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh came down the hall, followed by his ever-present homunculus, and met the others on their way. \" There you are! Off taking a morning stroll while I pack. Hmph. There's a tower a little south of here where the lord's mage associate set up shop. I'm headed there to see if I can use her workshop--always makes things easier. I figure that she'll have more useful information than Mr. Noble: he was just the purse, but she visited the place before. You with me? Or do we have other plans? \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Ja, I am goink vizh you. Besides, it's on zhe vay to zhe ruins. Should ve vait for Red?\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed looks up and down the street, and shouts one more time. \"Are you okay in there?\" he calls at the door, waiting a few seconds for the chef to answer.\n\n \"I'm coming in!\" he warns, before pulling on his gloves and gripping the doorknob tightly. Gripping the handle firmly in one hand, he forces the lock and peers inside.\n\n Strength - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"I'm sure he'll be fine. I'm not worried about it.\" Riona waves a hand dismissively. \"The sooner we're on the road, the better.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Red \n\nThe room inside is completely fine. The chef's breakfast is still sitting on the table, and is long cold by now. Otherwise, it's like the chef got up and left one day. Someone nearby screams, and everything speeds up..\n\n Group \n\nAs you begin walking, you immediately notice a throng of people rushing toward the city. When you move to investigate, you see Red surrounded by a crowd of people. He's holding a door in one hand and the house behind him is missing it's door.." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Looks like we'll need to find ourself a new cook,\" Riona mutters under her breath. \"Keep walking, don't look at him, don't react if he yells at us. I'm feeling far too ill to get lynched today.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed, deciding not to give people an excuse to believe he's trying to break in, follows up, quickly waving as if gesturing for the crowd to follow, and runs inside, putting the door down beside him.\n\n \"Hello?\" he calls inside, peering about, and tries to get a feel for how long the breakfast has been sitting there.\n\n \"He's been kidnapped!\" he yells over the crowd. It probably wasn't exactly true, but given the nature of magic and the situation, it was probably better to just throw out something now rather than waiting for someone to draw conclusions." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor nods to Riona in confirmation, and responds in a very hushed voice. \"But zhere are many vays of not revealink ourselves vhile still findink out vhat happened. And I happen to like zhat cook's stew.\" \n\nTrying to blend into the crowd, Gregor and acts the part of a curious townsperson and shuffles forward slightly. He expressly avoids being the first or last one to (and eventually in) the front door, and does his level best to subdue his accent for the time being.\n\n \"A kidnapping? Who was the victim?\" he asks aimlessly at the crowd around him, looking naively curious.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaybe a bluff check to look convincing?\n Bluff - (1d20+11)[ 12 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Crowd \n\nPeople are stupid. And these people are no exception. Many of them immediately parrot Gregor's request, mostly with fists raised and shouting. Most of them are directing accusations toward Red." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"The chef who lives here!\" shouts back Red, inwardly sighing at the idiocy of the crowd. A little voice in the back of his head nagged at him to simply kill them all, making him feel slightly ill, but he manages to suppress both the voice and the feeling soon enough.\n\nThe assessment of the person he was looking for being kidnapped was honest enough - something he'd learned to do knowing how utterly unconvincing it was when he lied - but this crowd was beginning to get on his nerves, and his shouting voice wasn't all that strong.\n\nHaving grown accustomed to Gregor's accent, he doesn't realise that his friend is in the crowd.\n\n \"Get the guard!\" he calls - at least the city guard would not be quite so incredibly dense, or at least he hoped so. If nothing else, it would clear out this frustratingly dense crowd and their ability to out-shout everything." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "A man in breastplate and greaves pushes his way through the crowd. He's apparently a guardsman if you guess from the way he's dressed. He approaches slowly with a hand on the hilt of his blade. \" Sir, you're going to need to come with me. We need to ask you some questions about this chef of yours.. \"" }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nThe hairy hadozee pushed through the crowd. \" What's this who's this going on here, \" he demanded. \" Red, what business have you been up to this morning? Weren't you going to get us food? \"\n\nHe turned to the guardsman. \" And you, young man. \" The guardsman wasn't that young. \" Disperse the rabble before there's a riot. That's what they pay you for. I'll keep an eye on this one. Hurry, before this gets ugly. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf appropriate:\n Diplomacy - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Sightseeing. I've already got as much food as we'll need for about a month back at the mansion. I heard there was a chef here who hadn't shown his face for a while.\" responded Red, taking a seat.\n\n \"Well, officer, I think you'd best mop this up first. I don't want to have caused a riot.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nSeeing Garsh take a position with Red, Gregor moves forward through the crowd and reclaims his accent. \"Vell if it isn't Red. Let me guess. You vent off on anozher recipe hunt, but zhe chef vas missink and you assumed zhe vorst.\" \n\nTurning to the guard, he continues in a weary tone. \"Zhese people don't need to be here, and if zhey stay zhey are going to get in zha vay.\" He tries to help the guard disperse the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSome rolls might help for the crowd stuff:\n Bluff - (1d20+11)[ 20 ](31) \n Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 16 ](23) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The crowd is dispersed by the guard, with Gregor's assistance, and everything is back to a relative normal. Once the guard gets his answers to why Red was there, he leaves to report the disappearance to his superiors." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed's cheeks turned a bright red. It was true, and he knew it. There was always something about him that clicked when he thought there was trouble. Polite people called it the 'inner knight', though if it was there it was certainly a very loud, vocal one with a remote control to his head.\n\n \"I came down because the chef had not been seen this morning, assuming he'd just slept in, and when there was no response I assumed the worst and forced the door.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"I zhink zhat ven you burst zhrough zhe door it became za vurst, ja? Overdoink it a bit. But no matter. Let's find out vhat happened to zhis chef ...\" \n\nWith that he enters the house and starts looking around.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEffects: see invisibility and darkvision from See the Unseen, comprehend languages (written text only) from All-Seeing Eyes\n Search - (1d20+8)[ 9 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"Yeeeeeeeeeeeah, over doin' it a bit 'ere, mate.\" Toryn smirks, obviously amused at the relatively harmless fiasco. \"Still, maybe 'ere's somethin' fishy goin' on 'ere. If ya don't mind I think I'll 'elp ya look around.\" \n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \n Searching the House: (1d20+8=22) \n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh rolled his eyes and squatted near the door. \" If it's all the same to you, I have work waiting for me on the other end. Let me know if you find anything interesting, though. I'm sure his recipe cards are just fascinating. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Search Results \n\nNo one finds anything amiss. It seems as if the chef up and left one day. Toryn finds the man's recipe book though, hidden under the counter and stuffed behind all his cleaning supplies." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "In responce to Garsh, Toryn says, \"Well, Red 'ere obviously has some sort a' reason for bein' here. Important enough to rip down th' door, yeah?\" He grins at this and hands Red the recipe book. \"'Ere's the recipe book. Was 'at th' only reason you came around 'ere? It looks like 'e just left to go 'bout 'is day, so what made you think 'ere's any sort a foul play 'ere?\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nSitting down, Red flips open the recipe book and gives it a quick once-over, thumbing through it almost absentmindedly. He was already embarassed enough about spontaneously breaking the door because the thought entered his mind that the Chef could be in trouble. Again. \n \"No chef would leave their recipe book behind willingly.\" he remarks as he browses through the contents, making a mental note to buy an empty book and work on compiling one of his own. \"Even if he was paid, he'd have taken it with him - nobody would have noticed it was gone, what with the way it was hidden.\" \n Profession - (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \n \n Spoiler \nOff stage, Red buys himself an Empty Spellbook, a vial of Ink and an Inkpen - totalling to 4gp 5sp\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm going to be gone for the next week or so - could you please NPC me until I get back? Thanks in advance.\n\nObviously, this applies to The Last Citadel as well.\n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Red \n\nThe gnoll returns with a large empty book and begins copying recipes.\n\n The Room \n\nIt's rather obvious that the chef is gone, whereto, you do not know. But here, he is not." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nFinishing up his search, Gregor leans up against the door frame, sighs loudly, and stares outside. \"He is strangely gone. Very strangely gone. But ve should be goink. Ve have a vizard's home to find, and ve can tell zhe noble on zhe vay about his chef. He's probably got more resources to search for him zhan ve do, and he's got the time.\" \n\nGregor readjusts his clothes, having been ruffled from the search. Gesturing to his comrades, he walks out of the house, takes a few steps, and then turns himself around mid-stride. Popping his head back in the door, he says, \"Vere vas zhat vizard's home again?\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed pauses, and leaves the empty book in his bag. That would be saved for his own recipes. Instead, he spends a bit of time while waiting making little notes in the margins and providing commentary, signing his name inside the back cover.\n\nHe does, however, copy the recipe for Blade Isle Potstickers, making a note on the relevant page of the other chef's book that he made a copy of it (and an assurance that he wouldn't be using it directly), and puts the book away where it was found." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"Stiiiiill not so sure 'ere's anythin' to worry about 'ere, but whatever, mates.\" With that, Toryn follows behind Gregor." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Mebbe all this will be interesting later, when we're having that chili cook-off among the crew. For now, the wizard's waiting--and so is my work. \"\n\nDespite his grumping, he sidled up to Red once they got back on the road. \" Find anything that looks tasty? \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The group leaves the city, heading due south to the wizard's castle. Travel is mostly uneventful..\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot/Listen, please.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Rolls: \n Spoiler \n Spot: (1d20+8=13) (Bleh)\n Listen: (1d20+13=16) (Geez, the dice hate me today...)\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": "Spot: (1d20)[ 10 ] \nListen: (1d20)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The group begins to move through a rather heavily forested area. Garsh, Toryn, and Riona all hear a sharp cry of help.\n\nIf anyone moves to investigate, then you follow the sound to a small clearing. A small, bony woman sits on the ground in a defensive gesture. She doesn't appear to have eaten in days, guessing by the gaunt appearance of her flesh and bones. To her immediate right and left are a pair of extremely large wolves. They seem significantly larger than any breed of wolf you've seen before.." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn raises an eyebrow at this. \"'Ell, now, ain't this somethin'?\" Toryn moves to draw his shortswords.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+6=15) \n\nWhat's the battle ground look like? How much space between us and the nearest wolf? The farthest? The woman? Does the woman have any weapons or armor or anything remotely magical about her? Are these \"big but it can happen wolves\" big wolves or \"holy crap he just swallowed Enpee Cee whole!\" big wolves?\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n Wolves don't usually attack humans ... do they? Having been born and raised in the city, Gregor doesn't have much experience with nature. I'm sure they go down like anything else does, though ... \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 6 ](9) \nUsing Fell Flight if it wasn't up already, otherwise readying an action to use Eldritch Spear should the wolves make a move to attack either us or her.\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Ah, good, I was getting bored.\" Riona grins like someone who thinks violence is near at hand. \"Toryn, what say we flank the one on the left?\" \n\nInitiative!\n (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n \n Spoiler \nReady an action to charge the one on the left if the wolves do anything hostile (like look at me funny); into a flanking position if that's possible.\nRolls:\nAttack: [roll]1d20+12[/roll]\nDamage: (1d6+6)[ 7 ] \nAnd the Just In Case rolls:\nCritical confirmation: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \nSneak attack: (3d6)[ 13 ] \nCritical damage: (1d6+6)[ 12 ] \n EDIT: I severely botched the code on the first go. \n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": "Okay, trying the attack again:\n (1d20+12)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMap: \n\nInitiative:\nWolves - 20\nWoman - 18\nToryn - 15\nRiona - 11\nGregor - 9\nGarsh - 7\n\nRound 1:\n20 - The wolves bite at the woman. One bites her leg and drags her down while the other misses horribly.\n18 - The woman screams wildly while beating the wolf's mouth with her fist for 1 non-lethal. While she's distracted, both wolves try to nip at her arms and legs, but miss horribly.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " Toryn, AC: 25, HP: 34 \n\nToryn nods to Riona and says, \"A'ight, just get beside me, I know a few tricks at'll make 'at enough!\" Then he sees the woman get bit, and leaps in head-first, drawing his blades and attempting an acrobatic tumble into position, staying out of wolf B's reach. When he reaches wolf A, he begins moving erratically, threatening the wolf with his blades from multiple angles. If he can, he will strike.\n\nRolls/actions:\n \n Spoiler \nMove action: Approaching wolf B, aiming for gridpoint O11 and avoiding wolf A's threatened zone.\nTumble check to avoid AoOs if needed: Tumble: (1d20+6=7) (Aw, hell)\nSwift: Switch to Island of Blades stance.\nStandard: If he needs to, another move to close the distance. If not, an attack (I'm assuming the unarmed woman doesn't technically threaten the wolves, so I'm not adding in flanking bonuses/sneak attack).\n Attack, AR/DR: (1d20+12=23, 1d4+5=8) \n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \nRiona shouts a shapeless battlecry and moves to attack Wolf B, drawing her blade with a flash, tumbling as she approaches in attempts to avoid any attacks. \"Get out while you can, lady,\" she calls, though her attention is clearly on her wolf of choice.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Move action: Approaching/tumbling. Destination is O-10. Rolls for tumbling:\nWolf A: [roll0]\nWolf B:[roll1] If reaching and attacking the wolves this turn is impossible with tumbling at half speed, I'll accept a -10 and attempt to tumble at full speed.\n\n Attack action: Attacking Wolf B. I assume I'm flanking him with Toryn's Island of Blades? Including critical-based rolls as potentials.\nAttack roll: [roll2]\nDamage roll: [roll3]\nSneak attack: [roll4]\nCrit confirmation: [roll5]\nCrit damage: [roll6]\n\n Misc: Designating Wolf A as the target for her dodge bonus.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n \"Hah! Zhe fight is on!\" Gregor cackles as he calls forth the eldritch energies which are his birthright. The pendant around his neck glows briefly with an eerie purplish light just before a powerful spear of energy flies from his fingertip.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince my previous decisions for the round seem voided by initiative, I'll say here what I want to do.\n\nFrom the map, it looks like I'm within 30 ft. of Wolf B, so Point Blank shot bonuses apply. If I am incorrect, I'll take a 5 ft. step or move action to get within 30 ft.\n\nStandard action: use Eldritch Blast on Wolf B. Chasuble of Fell Power increases damage by 1d6.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 12 ](20) Ranged Touch attack\n Damage - (4d6+1)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 4 ](13) Untyped damage\n\nStatus: on sheet \nAC: 19, HP: 32/32\nEffects: See the Unseen, All Seeing Eyes\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh grunted and drew a greenish-black dagger as he took a few steps forward. He seemed to kiss the weapon before throwing it at the nearest wolf. The blade miraculously reappeared in his hand a moment later.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDrawing Meteoric Knife as he moves to M7. Using one charge to activate Returning property. Throwing it at Wolf A (nice battle diagram, by the way).\n\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n CritConfirm - (1d20+7)[ 26 ] , if necessary\n Damage - (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " \n Spoiler \n The Map \n\nWolves - Pink - 20\nWoman - Gray - 18\nToryn - Brown - 15\nClaire - Blue - 14\nRiona - Light Purple - 11\nDrass - Yellow - 10\nRed - Green - 10\nGregor - Dark Purple - 9\nGarsh - Orange - 7\n\n20 - The wolves bite at the woman. One bites her leg and drags her down while the other misses horribly.\n18 - The woman screams wildly while beating the wolf's mouth with her fist for 1 non-lethal. While she's distracted, both wolves try to nip at her arms and legs, but miss horribly.\n15- Toryn tumbles to O-11 and attacks Wolf B, dealing 8 points of damage.\n14- Claire rushes to L-12 and begins singing. Her bard song gives +1 attack/damage.\n11- Riona dashes to O-10 and attacks. She deals 11 points of damage.\n10- Red runs forward and attacks Wolf A. He deals 9 points of damage.\n9- Gregor moves forward and fires a blast of energy that hits. He deals 14 points of damage.\n7- Garsh moves to N-7(M-7 is out of range) and throws his knife. It deals 4 points of damage.\n\nRound 2-\n20- The wolves turn to the new threat. Wolf A slowly advances(five foot step) and bites at Garsh. It hits and deals 16 points of damage. Wolf B slowly moves down(five foot step) and bites at Toryn. It misses.\n18- The woman stands, but the wolves ignore her.\n \n\n Red \n\nThe gnoll draws his cleaver and knife. For a second, the creature stops being Red and throws back it's head in a howl! The gnoll, losing himself before his people's natural predator, charges forward. He swings his cleaver and the blade bites into the wolf's flesh." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " Toryn, AC: 25, HP: 34 \n\nToryn continues his multi-angled assault, and this time thrusts forwards with both of his blades, aiming for wolf A's neck.\n\nRolls/actions: \n Spoiler \nFULL ATTACK!\n Attack 1, AR/DR (1d20+11=19, 1d4+6=9) \n Attack 1 Sneak Attack: (2d6=4) \n Attack 2 AR/DR: (1d20+11=30, 1d4+6=10) \n Attack 2 Crit Confirmation/DR: (1d20+11=13, 1d4+6=10) (Bah, probably doesn't confirm...)\n Attack 2 Sneak Attack: (2d6=4) \n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nSeeing his blast dig into the wolf is immensely satisfying to Gregor, yet at the same time he's assaulted by memories of the misuses and abuses of his birthright in the past. Shaking off those feelings, he yells, \"Ha HA! Again!\" and continues to fire at the wolf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStandard action: fires another Eldritch Blast at wolf B.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 13 ](21) Ranged touch.\n Damage - (4d6+1)[ 6 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](15) \n\nStatus:\nAC: 19, HP: 32/32\nEffects: See the Unseen, All Seeing Eyes\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nFor Red, the world around him blurred, his rigid compulsions starting to fade as adrenaline pumped through his body, his eyes fading over with red as old skill forgotten surges to the surface, his mind zeroing in on the predator's throat.\n\nWith a terrible yell, he leaps at the wolf, swinging his chef's knife and the cleaver at the thing's throat, tearing into flesh with a sickening squelch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiating Claw at the Moon maneuver at wolf A\n Jump - (1d20+14)[ 31 ] \n Attack - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1d8+6)[ 7 ] + Maneuver - (2d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n[[OOC: In Boston for Christmas hols. Will try to remain regular in posting. Connection difficulties today/tonight.]]\n\nGarsh howled in pain and swung his dagger again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] <-- Would I get a flanking bonus? If so, increase the roll.\n CritConfirm - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] , if necessary\n Damage - (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nFilled with misplaced confidence after successfully not getting attacked, Riona continues her attack on Wolf B. If necessary, she takes a five foot step closer.\n\nActions/attacks:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Full round: Five-foot step if necessary. Attacks wolf B.\nAttack Roll: (1d20+12)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \nSneak attack (from flanking): (3d6)[ 12 ] \nCritical confirmation: (1d20+12)[ 26 ] \nCritical damage: (1d6+6)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nEDIT: [[OOC: I may also be sparse around Christmas; visiting family. Also, Garsh, I think you just confirmed a critical there.]]" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " DM \n \n Spoiler \nThat got much easier once everyone started working together.\n\nWolf A had 2 HP left, and Wolf B had 1. 😏\n \n\n\nThe party rails against the wolves but the wolves are still standing after the barrage of attacks. Shaky, but standing. Drass finishes off Wolf A with a stab from his short sword, while Claire finishes off Wolf B with her shortbow.\n\nThe woman continues to cower, obviously expecting something from you. \" Please, please don't hurt me.. I'm just a simple farmer. Please! \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn beams a grin to the woman. \"Now what makes you think we're gonna hurt ya, huh? We saw someone in trouble, an' we came ta help, 'at's all, yeah?\" \n\nHe sheaths his short swords, but keeps his left hand on the hilt at his hip. He closes his eyes and focuses his mind on the senses of a preditor cat, taking a deep breath and trying to discern any threatening scents over all the wolf blood.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nToryn switches to Hunter's Sense stance and tries to use his scent ability to find any other hidden threats, especially wolves in hiding.\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona wipes the blood from her rapier absently, looking around before putting it away with just a hint of a flourish. \" Anyway, I can't imagine thinking there's anything you have worth stealing. Care to tell us what happened? Not every day you get mauled by giant wolves.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed's features soften as the two wolves fall, putting away his knives, the blood flying off it and his clothes in a dry red mist as he turns to the woman, almost completely different from his feral state.\n\n \"You're safe now, ma'am.\" he said, falling back on practiced speech patterns, sounding slightly awkward in the process. \"Where are you from? I can't imagine how wolves this big could have gotten very near a town.\" " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nSatisfied with his work, Gregor relaxes his jaw and brushes himself off. He's letting the other talk to the woman for now -- it's actually more than a little suspicious to find a farm girl in the middle of the forest being attacked by extraordinarily large and vicious wolves. Simply put, he thinks to himself, it just smells fishy. \n\nHowever, Gregor tries to hide this feeling and walks up slowly to her, bowing slightly as he holds out his hand to help her get up." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Farmer \n\n\" I live on a farm just south of here. It's small, and really doesn't fit on any of the maps 'cause it's just me, me brother, 'n me folks. Well, we've had some problems lately. A thief made off with our sheep, and we don't grow enough to feed the family. So me brother 'n I went out to find deer meat. \"\n\nShe points toward the ground where both wolves are lying. \" I found that. \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn at last relaxes his muscles and looks about the scene. He turns to the woman and says with a grin, \"Well, you're lucky we 're about, yeah? Not dead, and now y' got some wolf meat to take back.\" He pauses for a moment as his smile fades. \"'Ey, you got bit di'n' ya? How bad is it?\" He takes a look at the woman's leg, though being no doctor, he's unlikely to be able to make anything of it." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \n \"Did your brother escape?\" asks Red, somewhat worried again." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "\" I don't know what happened to him.. We split up to hunt. I hope he's ok.. \" The woman grows quiet, obviously worried about her brother." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" You know what direction he went? \" the Hadozee asked from up the tree he had climbed as soon as the second wolf fell. \" Mebbee I can see him if you point me straight. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "\" Uh.. We split up at home.. He went in the other direction from me. \" She points off to the west. \" My home is that way.. \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn crosses his arms and gives a slight chuckle, muttering to himself something about ignoring the halfling. He speaks up now, saying, \"So what 'bout your leg? Can you walk?\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The girl stands up. For some reason, you can't help but think she didn't quite look as young as she does now when the wolves were biting her. \" I'm fine. But we have to go find my brother! And warn my family! \" She turns to limp toward the farm, but stumbles when she puts her weight on her injured limb.\n\nClaire moves over and forces the girl down before retrieving a healer's kit from her backpack. She immediately begins working on the girl's leg. While she works, Drass shoulders his bow and motions toward wolf tracks in the dirt. \" Well, if you guys don't mind, I'd like to find out where those wolves came from. Better use of my time than tracking down some bumpkin who got lost in the woods, no? \" The girl pips up when she hears his remark. \" But what if they attack my familiy! Please! Help them first! \" Your companion just responds by spitting on the ground and moving over to study the tracks." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "The more the woman talks, the darker Toryn's expression gets. When Drass speaks, Toryn takes a moment to get Garsh and Gregor's attention by nudging their knees. His characteristic grin is gone, replaced by a frown as he glances to his side, keeping an eye on the girl. He nods his head away from the others and begins walking further away from the group, beckoning the two casters to follow him." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nNever one to miss such a blatant hint, Gregor nods ever-so-slightly to Toryn and backs away from the all-too-innocent lass, and follows Toryn to see what he has to say." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh swung competently and quickly to the ground to hear what Toryn had to say." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed's first response is to immediately help the girl and take her words at face value. However, as he sees Toryn's dark expression, he starts to worry.\n\nDoing his best to fight the urge to immediately help the girl, he sat down on a rock, closing his eyes tightly and noticably struggling to keep the girl's plight out of his mind and avoid the urge to do as the girl asked straight away." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Lass \n\nThe girl's face suddenly goes dark. \" Y-you.. Y-y-your not gonna help them.. A-a-are you?! I-I c-can't believe this! Y-you're gonna let my f-family d-die~! \"\n\nShe drops to her knees and breaks down into tears.\n\nClaire sighs, then tries unsuccessfully to console the poor girl. Even Drass has second thoughts about leaving, evident by the fact that he turned around and is standing behind Red at the moment." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] Just as a personal guideline.\n\nEDIT: Huh. Natural One.\n \n\n Red \nRed twitches at this display, and his attempts to resist the pounding of angry hammers in his head finally capitulate. He stands up.\n\n \"Alright, alright. Which way is your family?\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona takes out her rapier again and leans against a tree, polishing it absently, watching the girl carefully. \"I'm sure everything will be fine,\" she says, mentally adding, for us. \"They just like to talk about plans before anything else.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn hears the girl's cries, but doesn't say anything. He keeps his voice low so that only the two spellcasters can hear. \"Somethin' stinks here, really bad-like. We need ta take every word 'at girl says wit' a full bucket a' salt, yeah? Can't quite place it, but somethin's really wrong 'ere. I'm thinkin' maybe some spellwork at work 'ere on 'at girl's mind. Maybe one 'a you two can check on 'at? 'Sa hunch, but my hunches 're usually good.\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona glances over at Toryn and his quiet meeting, and gives the girl a much more focused look as she continues to absently polish her rapier. This is the sort of thing that doesn't happen. \n\nRoll:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSense Motive on the girl, to see if anything is suspicious/unusual/hunchworthy:\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n\nMy deductive powers are weak today.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nNodding to Toryn again, Gregor fixes his gaze on the woman and echoes Riona, \"Yes, everything will be fine.\" As he walks towards her very slowly he gaze does not waver or falter and is probably a little creepy for the girl.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing detect magic to .... detect magic on the girl. If there's any magic there I'll spend a few more rounds trying to pinpoint it. After that's done I'm going to look around for any other signs of magic (except us, of course)\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nHis analysis complete, Gregor turns his back towards the girl and takes the few steps back towards Toryn. He leans in close and motions others to do the same. \"A faint enchantment. On zhe girl and on zhe volf corpses. Zomezhing iz definitely not vhat it seems.\" \n\nDropping his head for a moment and sighing heavily, he continues: \"Sadly I don't have anyzhink zhat can dispel zhe magics. Garsh, maybe you have zomethink? In any case, I zhink it vould be foolish to trust her.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn's eyes widen at Gregor's words. \"On th' lady AN' the wolves? 'At seals it, we'd be walkin' right into some kin'na trap to go with 'er.\" \n\nHe pauses for a moment and continues, \"But we can't jus' leave, can we? For all we know, she's a victim 'ere, yeah? Plus, we can't jus' leave 'er to trap someone else comin' 'is way.\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh shook his head. \" Not all magic is sinister or troublesome. It could be a simple warding spell or a charm she's wearing that gives the girl an aura. Did you look long enough to identify it? \" Garsh grunted dismissively. \" It's the trace of magic on these wolfy beasts that would have me more worried. Still, nothing says that the wolves were her doing. They did attack her, after all. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Red \n\nThe girl sniffles and rubs her nose. She points off to the south. \" Hick I-I think it's-s th-that way.. \"" }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh left the huddle and stumped over to the woman. \" There's an air of enchantment on you, girl. You know what it's from? These carcasses carry it, too. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The girl's jaw hung limply, and her head dips ever so lightly to one side. She looks very, very confused. \" T-theres a-a wh-what now? \"" }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor raises a fist quickly as Garsh starts to speak to the girl, but soon it is too late; the words spoken, the damage done. Still, he grabs him by the upper arm and pulls him close.\n\n \"You fool . Do you not know zhat certain magics allow you to view zhose you control? And zhe enchantment on her is of the charm and compulsion type -- just zhe kind you vould use to turn an innocent girl into bait!\" \n\nAdmittedly, Gregor was letting paranoia get the better of him and overblowing the danger somewhat. Still, it makes me uneasy.... he thinks.\n\nTurning back to Toryn, he suggests, \"I agree vit you: I don't zhink valking away vill help zhis problem. Either zhis is a trap made for us, at vhich point our best course of action is to deal vit it now, or it is an undirected trap, and for everyone's sake ve should dispose of it. I say ve follow her, but very very carefully.\" " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Well, on the plus side,\" mutters Riona to Gregor, slowly putting her sword away, \"if it's a trap, now they know that we know about it. Keep an eye out, yeah? If anything funny goes on I'd like to know.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn glares at Garsh, but like Gregor he was unable to stop his speech. After a sigh, Toryn donns a grim smirk. He speaks up so that all can hear now and says, \"'Ell, such is life, yeah?\" Toryn points a thumb at Gregor and says, \"Methinks he's got the right idea 'ere. I'll keep a sharp ear an' nose out, but I think we follow 'er.\" \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nToryn's still in the Hunter stance, so he has the scent special ability. The moment he smells something out of place, he will stop and signal everyone else to do so as well, followed by spot and listen checks.\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nGarsh pursed his lips and blows through them, making a rude sound. \" Just like humans to douse a torch from fear of the night hunters, then stub their toe in the darkness. If someone's watching, they'd be suspicious already with all your huddling and whispering; but now we know that the spell's nothing this woman admits to putting on herself. That information narrows down the possibilities for us. See, it's like diagnosing a misbehaving piece of--aw, never mind. I just saw we follow along with our eyes open. \"" }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " The House \n\nThe party agrees to help, and all eight of you head off to the southeast. Toryn is walking about, sniffing the air, while Gregor sweeps his magical sight across the landscape.\n\nThe group arrives at a ruined house, where the girl immediately breaks down crying once she sees the home. The walls are still standing, but the door, windows, and roof are completely gone. The stone walls are blackened, as if they had been burned, but the house is cold.\n\nWith or without scent, everyone immediately smells the building. It reeks of old death, as if someone had died earlier in the week and left to rot. A quick search reveals the decaying corpse of two humans laying on the ground next to the house. They're laying face down and their bodies are headless, almost as if someone had executed them." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"They could at least clean up after themselves,\" mutters Riona, keeping a hand on her sword. \"I guess it's a good thing. They aren't pretending that, for instance, they have good intentions.\" " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Nasty work. \" Garsh noted the corpses' clothes [OOC: Farmer togs? Gender indications?] and what was left of their necks [OOC: Ragged as if from beasts or clean as if from a weapon?] before placing a hand on the sobbing woman's shoulder. \" How long ago did you leave this place? \" he asked soberly." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " DM \n\nThe cuts look clean, as if they had been cut off in one brutal swipe. Both bodies are wearing the tattered remains of a farmer's smock. They don't have any distinguishable gender, primarily due to the week or more of decay.\n\nThe girl doesn't acknowledge Garsh. She just keeps crying and moaning." }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n\nRiona sighs and takes her time searching the general area for anything noteworthy. \"Could someone help me look around? And if we are searching caring about the house, I am not going in alone. Not that we'll be accomplishing much either way, on account of the people we were going to save being summarily executed.\" \n\nRoll:\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 20 on Search: 23\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Put our eyes together and we'll be more effective. Good idea. Would you let me take the lead on the search? I've had to read a few burns like this in diagnosing faulty airship equipment, and there are specific features to look for. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nGarsh takes 20 for a check of 28. My guess is that he has the highest search check; so it would be most effective if others aided him rather than vice versa. Of course, you may decide otherwise for RP reasons.\n\nIn order to interpret what they learn about the burn:\n Knowledge architecture and engineering - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n Spellcraft - (1d20+8)[ 15 ] , to see if it's magical in origin\n Knowledge arcana - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] , in case it appears to be magical in origin\n\nIf appropriate, I'll make other checks later as appropriate for the non-fire-related results of the search.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"You keep an eye on th' burns Garsh. I'll keep an eye out for any traps. This stinks a' more 'an burned wood.\" Toryn puts a suspicious eye on the girl before he moves cautiously into the house, trying to stay even with Garsh. As he searches, he asks, \"Can ya do another sweep fer magic stuff, Gregor? \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nFirstly, a sense motive on the crying girl.\n\n Sense Motive: (1d20+11=21) \n\nAlso taking 20 on a search check: result 28. Sense Toryn has trapfinding and Garsh appears to not, he'll search seperately rather than aiding. If Garsh actually DOES have trapfinding and it's just not on his sheet or covered in an ability that isn't named \"trapfinding,\" he'll aid instead.\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed sits down next to the girl.\n\n \"Cheer up, miss. Your brother is still out there, somewhere.\" he says, sighing. It was too late, even if they'd left straight away.\n\nIt did click in his mind, though, that this girl must have been gone for at least a week, and she wasn't carrying food supplies of any kind." }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": "The girl doesn't respond to Red's rather weak attempt at cheering her up." }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor decides to make himself useful and sweeps his arcane sight through the house and surrounding area. There should be some magical residue if a powerful magical being passed through here ... \n\nAfter his search, Gregor takes flight and flies high above the house, to get some idea of the lay of the land in the region.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 20 with detect magic = 22.\nActivating Fell Flight and trying to spot any sort of ... well, anything that looks like a point of interesting. Taking up to a minute (10 rounds) to do so.\n 10 spot checks - (10d20)[ 17 ][ 5 ][ 13 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 17 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 15 ][ 10 ](105) each +6\n " }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\n\" Well, the fire's over a week old. Mundane, too, not magic. I'd guess some sort of banditry going on around here, and these folks got caught in the middle. \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "At Garsh's words, Toryn perks up. \"A week? Really?\" The halfling seems puzzled by this, and turns to the girl. \"This ain't your place, yeah?\" \n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \nPreemptive Sense Motive check.\n\n Sense Motive: (1d20+11=21) \n " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " Girl \n\n\" A week?! But.. I.. N-no. This.. This was my home. It's right where it should be.. But what happened? Where is my family? My brother? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou get the sense that she is telling the truth.\n " }, { "author": "warbacon", "message": " Gregor \n\nGregor misses most of the conversation but catches the girl's words as he flies back down to the house. \"Vell clearly your family have angered somevon . It is only a matter of findink out whom. .\" Without a loss in momentum, Gregor alights and begins to pace, stroking his goatee.\n\n \"First, whoever did zhis vanted not only to hurt your family but to ruin zhis farm; the house is burnt down, zhe fields salted,\" he begins, \"yet zhey left you alive. You vere put under a magical compulsion, possibly kidnapped, vere made to forget. Vhy?\" He stops for a moment.\n\n \"To attract attention. Zhis vas meant to be found, but for vhat reason I do not k now. Eizher zhat or you are zhe perpetrator here.\" \n \n Spoiler \nPre-emptive Sense Motive for her response to Gregor's impropriety. Sense Motive - (1d20+4)[ 7 ](11) \n \n\n \"But I digress. I suggest ve examine zhe field, over zhere,\" he continues, pointing out the field, \"and zhen see if zhe vizardess, not far in zhat direction,\" pointing south, \"can make some sense of zhese magics on zhe girl.\" " }, { "author": "ZeroNumerous", "message": " DM \n\nGregor's attempt to point the finger at her as the villainess causes the poor little thing to break down into tears.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: She's honestly crying and telling you the truth.\n " }, { "author": "dr.cello", "message": " Riona Lochlainn \n \"Whatever else, I don't think we're going to find anything here. So let's go see the wizard. I don't trust our host and I don't think his friends are trustworthy, either. But there's... if there's an answer we'll find it there. I just don't think it's the answer you're hoping for.\" \n\nOOC: Cue Oz reference." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Toryn pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. \"'At might be like walkin' right into th' fire t' find out what's cookin'. I guess I don't 'ave any better ideas, but man... This 'ole thing's more sinister by th' minute.\" He looks to the sobbing girl conflicting feelings of pity and suspicion." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Red \nRed does not say anything, and makes as if to follow the will of the party." }, { "author": "PolkaBear", "message": " Garsh Mikelmirth \n\nA hairy arm went around the woman's shoulders. Garsh's voice was uncharacteristically gentle. \" It's not easy, is it? I'm sorry for your loss. I wish we could have helped. If we find whoever did this or some sort of explanation for you, we'll let you know. It won't take the pain away, but maybe it will help you find some peace. \"\n\nGarsh tried hard not to sniffle; but the thought of being separated from family--in her case, for the rest of her life--was not a small thing. \" Do you have some friends or other relatives you could stay with? We could escort you there before we go. \"" } ]
[ { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Chapter 1 - Ignis Century \n \"The trenches started as supply lines as the two forces extended towards the water. Within months, they had become an intricate lattice of defences. Thus,a new breed of warfare was formed.\"\n- Quintus Salvius \n\nThe trench is dirty and muddy, but with a strange, homely feeling. A tower shield, the lightning battle insignia of the Haterian Coalition muddy and dulled, leans against the wall of the trench. Its owner, Publius Papirius Cato, the legatus and commander of the legion, is deep in conversation with another soldier, the Immune Atticus Antonius.\n\n \"Yes, as I was saying, the attack gutted the company utterly... The centurion, his optio, all of the lesser officers were killed. The Carbo century's Optio has been running the trench, but we've just brought in another group of officers to replaced them.\" \n\nThe legatus suddenly notices a group of officers have entered the dugout. They have all come from seperate directions, and have only just met.\n \n \n\"Ah, good to see you! There was a nasty rumour going round that your railiner had been hit with a shell. Antonius, this is Eris and Gaius, the suboptios, and this is our new optio Sangius Mens.\" \n\nFinally, the last figure enters the dugout.\n\n \"And this is the new commander of Ignis company. Antonius, this is Centurion Illane.\" \n\nThe legatus hands Antonius a tablet, then says:\n\n \"Well, I'll leave everyone to get aquainted. In about an hour, I'll need Illane and your optio to attend a briefing about our current situation. Until then!\" \n\nPicking up his shield, the legatus heads out of the dugout, leaving the new \"Ignis Century\" alone in the trench." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius strides into the trench, holding his head high. At the mention of his name he smartly salutes before standing easy again. He does not say anything, waiting for the higher-ups to speak." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius strides in slightly behind Sangius and shakes his head when he sees hims salute. He mutters beneath his breath \"You tryin to get him shot boy, you never salute in the trenches. All it does is show who's in command so the enemy can shoot'em. Silly fancy-pants officers who've never seen combat.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "A tall imposing figure, with a swath of blonde hair and a red cloak trimmed with silver strides magnificently down the line. With a heavy flail clasped by her side and the armour following the shapely contours of her body, she draws glances as she walks down the line, towards the strange congregation of people.\n\n\" Greetings, i am your new Centurion, Ilane. Any questions about my right to lead shall be answered with force and divine power, so I suggest you do not question, my desicions will be sound, and I have the power of the true God of Mars on my side.\n\nNow that the warning is done, I presume you all have names? I would prefer to address you by name, instead of ranks, I am Ilane. \"\n\nAll of this is said in a slightly imperious tone of voice, and she will offer her hand to be shaken." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Suboptio Gaius Ma'am. Just transfered in from the 181st after a brief stop-over for training.\" \n\nHe reaches out a huge hand and gently shakes Ilanes\n\nooc: (No clue about unit names, but always wanted to be in the 181st :P)" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Eris, a semi-tall young officer. A chalist statue by rights! A rifle in his hand an ammo belt tucked around his chest, a god of war! A heavy sharp spade is affixed by leather and slung over his back, the saber shines brightly in its sheath. The glint of armour from underneath his uniform is sterling, with a magical brightness and hue to it. His uniform is even half clean, his boots daring with metal spikes protruding from their business ends. He smiles brightly at his fellow officers and shakes the hand of the clerical centurion in turn. He is wearing a little blue cap, but underneath his left arm is tucked a chivalrous helmet with a spike on top of its base. Perhaps he plans to headbutt someone.\n\n \"What a bright day! I am glad to meet you all. Suboptio Eris at the Cleric's service Madam Centurion!\" He shakes her hand in turn and bows deeply, with an amused smile on his face." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" So out of curiosity what are your guys personal proficiencies? I kep us on our feet, and work out the weak spots and where we can strike, on top of this if the enemy is getting bored and wishes to surrender ill meet them and have a quiet chat and hopefully make them concede as much as they can. \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Almost as soon as the legatus has left, another figure enters. He seems jumpy, nervous, without the commanding presence of Cato.\n\n \"I was told you had a technician? I'm supposed to make sure you know how the equipment works.\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "All the time the legatus was present, Atticus maintained the attention posture. A slight slouch crept in about the time Ilane mentioned \"names\" and when Eris remarked on the weather he even glanced at the Suboptio in suprise at his levity.\n\n \"Atticus Antonius, Centurion. I'm the century's senior immune.\"\n\"I've done some nocturnal mine clearance in no-man's land, but I'm really here because I speak Milonian, ma'am. I've the equipment here to manufacture papers for the Intelligence service, too.\" \n\nAtticus is of avergae height, but skinny. Though maintained to a reasonable standard, his uniform and gear is a little worn. His accent is very different from Eris'." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius snorts when Ilane mentions 'divine power'.\n\n \"Sangius Mens Volatilis. Necromancer, although I can fire a rifle with relative accuracy.\" \n\nHe choses to ignore Gaius's comment but instead turns to nervous man,\n\n \"Ah! perfect, I was going to look for you! Could you perhaps sort me out an alchemical lab?\" \n\nRegardless of the man's reply he then sits down and takes out a Latranae board and starts playing against himself. He looks up.\n\n \"Well, hop to it man!\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Originally Posted by stimpius \n Ilane \n\n\" So out of curiosity what are your guys personal proficiencies? I kep us on our feet, and work out the weak spots and where we can strike, on top of this if the enemy is getting bored and wishes to surrender ill meet them and have a quiet chat and hopefully make them concede as much as they can. \" \n \n\n \"The enemy are worthless (combatants)! The only reason they're still around is because it took our group so long to assemble on yonder glorious battlefield!\" Eris draws his saber and points at the enemy trench opposite of the group on the borders of the vertical horizon tucked away safely over the edge of the trench.\n \"Indeed as you have asked my personal opinion Madame Centurion I think we should arrange an assault to storm the enemy bastion within the day! This a pity to be that you must first consult with our impotent superiors to learn of their ineffective plans for the day.\" \n \"But who am I fooling? Noone listens to a man of war before he has skewered the fiend in twain nere the legions an eon of time~! Thus I choose to socialize as is only correct among gentlemen of our age and let our Madam Centurion wrestle with the grandest decisions of mind.\" \n\nEris settles down with the necromancer, assuming the other side of the board unless the necromancer protests. Oh and he sheates his saber.\n \"Oh.\" he suddenly seems to have noticed the Immune, as if it just caught up with him. \"So you're the one in command of all our valuables!\" he smiles. \"Nice to meet you Senior.\" he salutes from his sitting position, knowing the enemies could not see him from there. \"I shall bow...\" he adds. \"'t would be most gracious if you would not mind to let me finish the game first. After all we are among gentlemen\" he smiles and makes another move.\n \"So what countries are you from fellas?\" he directs at the magic-user and senior." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"My, you do like to talk don't you?\" Says Sangius, \"if your mind is half as sharp as your words I would indeed enjoy playing you.\" \n\nHe takes his move, \"I come from Fael, you?\" \n \n Spoiler \nOCC: How would we decide who wins, opposed intelligence checks? I was thinking if you beat the other person by say 10 in the check you win, I dunno, i am making this up on the spot.\n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus winces at Eris' speech, then quickly tries to regain his composure, blushing slightly and hoping no-one noticed. When the new arrival appears in the doorway, Atticus raises a hand to identify himself.\n \"I'm the technician, soldier. What new toys do we have?\" \nFor the first time, he abandons Attention and goes over to the new arrival, rubbing his hands together happily.\n \"I've used most of the standard kit, but perhaps it would be wise to go over the more technical stuff\". \n ((Alchemical lab? Let's see... The field-hospital will have eye-droppers, thermometers, maybe some rubber piping... gas stove we have here, filters from gas-masks... he might be distilling in beer-bottles, but...)) He glances at the recently arrived man.\n ((This isn't his job.)) \n\n\"I'll see what I can do while you're in the briefing, Optio.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I'm not big on thinking and planning Ma'am, but I can lift heavy things. I also fought in the arena for a number of years, so I'm trained in a variety of weapons and combat techniques.\" He shifts a bit at he lack of discipline among his fellow officers but remains at attention." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Of for Mars's sake STOP STANDING AT ATTENTION! \" She will rap out quickly and with command of authority in her words.\n\n\" Now where is that bloody legate to take us to this meeting, im starting to get antsy and wanting to go play with the enemies. And as a warning now, anyone who attempts to desert me, ill kill on the spot faster than the enemy. Is that clear? We are all in this together, we leave no one behind, but im not running a democracy, you follow my orders unless I fall. \"\n\nWith this she will start walking circles pacing even untill she re- erupts randomly\n\n\" WHERE IS THIS LEGATE!? \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "The technician reaches over to the first of the arcane devices; a wall mounted heavy block of iron and bronze.\n\n \"Mana condenser.\" The technicians head bobs up and down as he speaks; he is clearly in his element here. From inside of the the condenser, he pulls two fine strands of metal.\n\n \"The condenser'll deal with the power requirements for your other 'quipment, so long as we keep it charged from our end.\" \n \"The teline's fairly standard, but you need to watch the reciever. Last optio went clodhopping in, fried his whole left hand on it.\" \n\nHe turns to the stove now, folding open the stone-like casing into a cradle of metal and attaching the leads. He picks up the second set of leads, and attaches it to the teline sat on the table.\n\n \"The legatus wants you to keep your teline linked at all times.\" \n\nHe gestures back towards the condenser.\n\n \"You can fire it up, right?\" \n\nMeanwhile, on the latranae board, Sangius starts by playing a consistent, solid game, but he is matched for now by Eris' sudden agressiveness and then defensiveness. Sangius is one-up on captures, but the game is more or less even." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "When Ilane is fuming, Atticus' first instinct is to stand at attention.\n\nHowever, he is quickly engaged in technical discussion, happily asking all kind of questions of dubious importance- what's the mana intensity? periodicity? are the teline and mana line the same or just shorted at one end? and so on. If not stopped, he'll go on to describe an idea for a machine to send morse over telines using punch-cards and hand-cranks. \"I think it'd be a real time-saver on routine evening reports, and free up the teline for high-priority calls. Of course, every century would need a machine, and I can't get the prototype working like I think it should. The damn hydragyrum contacts keep leaking.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Eris' expression darkens for a moment as he hears the nation of Fael, but quickly regains his vigour. \"I am a patrician of Aeol by my mother's birth, but... I hail allegiance to the principles of Raen. My father emigrated to this wonderfully baroque region and raised me to consider its extreme manners the finest gift bestowed upon mankind, yet my heart lies with our fallen brethren to the east. They will not benefit as immensely from our activities.\" he pauses for a minute, ignoring the Centurion's death threats.\n\n \"However, I shall pay my debt to the country of my birth and I can only bless the Gods for allowing me to do so with such noble an artifact as a volounteer.\" \nHe adds a compliment. \"Your abilities with the meta-corporeal shall surely make many a Minoran foe surrender their silver coil.\" \n\nCheckers?\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] (I think Eris would be quite intimately familiar with board games, but on the other hand you started the game. I'd favor a faux modifier in your favor. This here is a blank roll of course. :))\nCheck! Neg Matey, an 11 is a reasonable game but not good at all. :(\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Technician \nThe technician answers each of Atticus' questions as only a technician can.\n\n \"Gaius Agricola was having a look at something like that about a week back. You get all sorts in the support trenches. The miles don't have a clue how to fix any of their kit, so they always overestimate the time it takes to do anything and we always get time left over. Publius was trying to work out a kind of sound-based ranging device for aeropteros ; not much succes though, maybe you should take a look.\" The technician grows thoughtful.\n\n \"Actually, Agricola had a kind of hydragyrum tap he got off of a downed scout plane. Maybe you should take a look?\" \n\nAs he's speaking, the technician fires up the condenser, and both the teline and the stove spring to life. Immediately, the teline starts ringing. He turns to Illane:\n\n \"That's probably for you.\" \n The Latranae Game \nMeanwhile on the Latranae board: Sangius makes a daring move, but is turned back by Eris defense. Catching Sangius off guard, Eris continues to press the attack, but Sangius manages to throw together a defense and the match continues.\n\n Above the Trenches \nSuddenly, with a roar of spluttering engines, a dogfight erupts between two Milonian scout planes and a Raen Pteron Legion fighter. Bursts of autogun fire erupt over the trenches, and cheers go up and one of the canvas wings of the Milonian scout catches fire." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "\" Sorry ma-am, habit. \" Gaius drops his rucksack at his feet, and reaches into it to pull out a small book. Leaning up against the wall, he pops it open and begins to read slowly, following the words with his fingers." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Hello, Centurion Ilane here. \"\n\nLooking up at the sky, she bellows silently inside watching the enemy plane catch fire along its wing and start its slow spiral descent of death." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius continues playing latranae, letting the others sort out the immediate problems.\n \n(Great, I'm stuck here with a pious loudmouth Centurion, Someone who can't shut up and a grown man who can barely read. The only non troublesome person here at the moment seems to be the Technician.) \n \n Spoiler \nIntelligence check for latranae : (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"Ah yes, this is Legatus Cato. If you and your optio could come for that briefing, that would be most helpful. We're meeting in the third line of trenches, second quarter; my assistant can show you the way. \" \n\nThe sky is starting to darken now as evening starts to appear. The dogfight continues for a few minutes; then, with a burst of autogun fire, the Coalition plane takes a sudden nosedive as the wing-struts collapse. The plane pulls up, and for a moment it looks like it might survive, but then it dissappears behind a ridge in no-man's-land, and the engine falls quiet." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Very well we will be there as soon as possible, we'll follow your assistant. \" She will speak into the phone cradleing it against her neck. Putting the phone down she turns to the Latranae\n\n\" On your feet Sangius its time to go find out what the higher ups want us to do then attempt to twist it to suit us so we don't all die horribly. \"\n\nWith that she will turn and look for the assistant again\n\n\" Myself and the Optio need leading to the third line of trenches, second quarter, as quickly as possible. \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "As if on cue, the assistant appears in the dugout.\n\n \"This way ma'am. It's quite a walk; I'd hurry up.\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "With a sigh Sanguis packs away the latranae board and walks o0ver to the assistant.\n\n \"lead on then\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nTurning to the assistant,\n\n\" Well its about time man there was at least a 4 second period between me placing the phone down, and you turning up. \"\n\nShe will say this jokingly and then carry on in a more serious manner\n\n\" Well carry on then, time to lead on i do believe. \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "The centurion and optio leave the trench, leaving Eris, Atticus and Gaius alone in the dugout. The Milonian spy-plane continues to circle for a time, but as the sky grows darker and two more Coalition planes approach, it too retreats.\n\n The Briefing \nThe assistant takes you back three lines of trenches, where you come into a dug-out room occupied by a small number of officers and Legatus Cato. At the back of the room, a huge banner marked with the thunderbolt symbol of the Coalition hangs.\nAs soon as you enter, Cato dismisses the other officers.\n \"Well, Centurion. Settling in?\" \n The Trench \nAbout an hour after Sangius and Illane left, a figure pratically bursts into the trench. Immediately, he turns to the first person he sees, Gaius.\n \"Where the hell's your commander?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius looks up when the man bursts in, before gently placing a bookmark into the book, and standing to his full height. Looking for any indication of rank before he speaks, he runs his eyes up and down the figure for a clue\n\nIf higher rank than Gaius says\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"She is in a meeting with Legatus Cato, sir\" \n \n\n\nIf lower rank, he'll say\n \n Spoiler \n\n Excuse me sir, who are you, and what business do you have with the Optio? \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nGlancing up at the huge thunderbolt emblem and slightly inclining her head Ilane will stride straight into the dug out room.\n\n\" Yes thank you, know down to business I'm assuming you need us to do something? What is it? I assure you we will do it to the best of our abilities. \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Trench \nThe soldier is a tribune; one of the six directly below the legatus.\n \"Damn, ruddy bad timing. \" He glances around, as though looking for someone vaguely senior. \"I presume you just saw that dogfight?\" \n\nAlmost as an afterthought, he sticks out his hand.\n\n \"Aulus Octavius Caepio; fifth tribune.\" \n The Briefing \n \"Currently, our intelligence suggests that the Milonian soldiers are beaten men. A strong, decesive victory will collapse the Milonian army; and with them, the whole of the Central Alliance could collapse. It is to that end that we are preparing for a major offensive.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius looks up at the sky. \"Yes sir, I caught the tail end of it. I do believe we have a teline set-up if you wish to speak to the commander.\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"No, no need to disturb the centurion. I'm sure you're capable of handling a simple operation.\"\n\n\n\"Right, that dogfight. I'm afraid that the poor Coalition pilot was more than just some flyboy...\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Understood Sir, Do you have the co-ordinates where they went down?\"\n \nHe turns and barks at Eris\n \"On your feet, and find the Immune, we gotta search and rescue to get organized, and we don't got much time.\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius lounges against the wall, \"and how are you so sure your intellegence is correct?\" he says, and then adds on as an afterthought \"sir\" ." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Briefing \n \"Good Mars man, Acilius is one of the best men we've got! He'd run across that wasteland and sock it to the Imperator himself if he wasn't so vital here! Don't let me catch you saying that ever again!\" \n Trench \n \"I have a rough map, but I wouldn't put much faith in it. Remember, your first objective is to rescue the pilot; he's one of the best we've got, and the intelligence he has may be vital. Second objective is to salvage whatever you can of his aeropteros ; engine, autogun, whatever survived.\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (Trench)\n\nIt is at this moment that Atticus re-enters the dugout, whistling happily and holding under one arm the collected alchemical odds and ends he managed to scrounge. Recognising the tribune's badge of rank, he smartly sets down the package and salutes. ((a high-up in a trench can only mean trouble- just like they told you in basic, Vicio: if in doubt, shut up, stand up straight, and look patriotic.)) " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Anything you can give us sir. Atticus, good, we gotta search and rescue mission, plane went down and they want us to pull the pilot and whatever we can salvage. The Commanders are still involved with the Legate, so its up to us. Any ideas?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" So what is it you exactly want us to do? Lead a charge across no mans land and take the front line or trenches? Or be more subtle and go in as a crack squad gather what intel we can to augment what you already know, and confirm it or not. Then come back and plan the offensive from there. \"" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"Don't worry sir, I won't let you catch me sir. So you want us to go over the top? all guns blazing? for death or glory? It seems a bit... dumb sir, it must not have stretched the imagination much. Sir\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (trench)\n\n \"Well, which side of the Alliance lines is he on, sir? Can we hold out for nightfall?\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Trench \nOctavius points at the sky.\n \"It's getting darker. He's closer to us than the Alliance; somewhere between the two lines. It's entirely possible that the Milonians will try to mount a raid of their own to seize the pilot, so we need to do this soon. Get kitted up; take three miles with you three. Within the hour; it'll be as dark enough. I'd rather not have the Pteron Legions on my back for waiting too long.\" \n Briefing \nSurprisingly, Cato laughs at Sangius, as though his borderline insubordination was comical.\n You've been reading Pacilus anti-war claptrap. It's true that Avitus' strategies were somewhat uninventive, but he's been replaced by now. We're talking about winning the war with a good assualt.\" \nCato hands a weapons manifest to Eris.\n \n\"Looking good, huh? We've been stockpiling artillery for months now. We plan to hold up a continuous bombardment for a week, then a massed infantry attack. With any luck, there'll be no enemy forces left in their trenches. We take trench repair kits, fix up their trenches and use them as a staging point for the next wave of advances.\" \n\nHe pauses.\n\n \"So, what do you think?!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm sure some of you might recognise Cato's description of his forthcoming battle. Don't worry, it will be a very different kind of conflict to the one he's refering to.\n \n\nMoechi, are you still playing?" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" My main worry sir is the fact that the artillery bombardment would fail. What if you do througholy destroy the front line only to find out they hid deep in holes interconnected and inter-spersed like rabbit warrens? And what would our role in this forthcoming battle be? \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Is anyone still wanting to play?" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "((I am, still waiting on a response from Eris before I post, or I could just ignore him))" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "yes, I was actually waiting for you to post." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "I was trying to keep both the briefing and the raid running along in parallel, since it took some juggling to make sure they work out (something needs to happen at the appropriate time).\n\nSo, I'm waiting for the raid guys to post. Thanks! Come on Moechi!" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "{{Was waiting on a reply to the breifing before i posted again.}}" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (Trench)\n\nAtticus rubs his chin thoughtfully.\n\n \"So we have the advantage of distance, and with a bit of luck, a pteronaut ace who's expecting us. Thinking about it, a Milly raid might put them off the idea of ploughing over no-man's-land with artilery again. If we get in and start back before they get there, it could work in our favour.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius looks over at Eris before shaking his head and turning to Selv.\n\n \"I'll leave the planning up to you, s'not my thing anyway. I'll go dig up some help while you work.\" \n\nReaching down to his weapons, he pulls the blade of his out a few inches and tests it against his thumb. Nodding to himself, he straps it across his back and grabs his rifle, before turning to face the Tribune.\n\n \n\"Where I can I grab these Miles you said we could take, don't want to empty this trench in case of a raid.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "(People stopped posting on the OOC thread and I was unable to find the IC thread by search for a few days. Pluss my internet was screwy. I'm bookmarking this thread now. :()\n\n\" Ready to go Sir !\" and indeed Eris is ready to go. All his field gear is at hand except his horse and the handkerchief his mom gave him when he left home." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Cato \n \"We have over four million shells. I'd be suprised if the damned rats survived what we're going to throw at them.\"\n\n\"Now, where does your company come in? About three miles behind Milonian lines is the Aquitanian Ports. As you may know, Raen has been dealing with problems in the Northern Ocean, but they're now ready to commit their fleet to the attack. Our legion's task is to take the ports to allow the Raen fleet to land. Most of the legion will occupy the trenches; you are two others centuries will need to take the port. Then, with five Raen legions on our side, we push forwards and we'll be in Milon by the end of the week!\" \n Octavius \n \"So, are we ready? Atticus, if you can save the engine, do what you can, but the pilot is the first priority. Also...\" \n\nOctavius hands a beaten metal roll of wire to Eris.\n\n \"Teline wire,\" he says by means of explanation.\n \"As you go out, try and lay this on the ground. It'll be useful for when Cato's new offensive comes. " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Sir, yes Sir!\" Eris is practically shivering with anticipation.\nHe waits." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n \"So you want to bomb them to pieces, hope they aren't entrenched deeper than you think or your \"intelligence\" has reported back, and send us in? Or send us in now and take out those ports?\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"Im sorry, Centurion, exactly what are you saying?\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (raid) salutes. \"Sir.\" ((With these two onboard, no-one'll dare engage us... I just hope they know enough to keep their heads down when the firing starts.)) " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"I think she is saying, Sir, that she is unsure of exactly our roll. Do we take part in the major offensive or do we strike ahead of the time, attempting to get over the enemy lines with a handful of troops a few days before the offensive and attempt to put the ports out of action.\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Cato \n \"You'll be part of the main offensive. I'm afraid there's no way we can get anyone past the lines. That was our initial plan, but you'll have to be part of the main attack for now. \n Octavius \nA group of soldiers; eight of them, enter the dugout. Octavius singles three of them out.\n\n \"Miles Augurius, Tilius and Ulysis will be going with you. Immune Aquila and her soldiers will be in command of the trench while your gone.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Eris continues waiting." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Looking back at the three unfortunate souls who had been selected to follow them, he nods his head at the Immune before turning back to the Tribune.\n\n \"Best we be heading out before the enemy starts getting any funny ideas. Don't suppose we have any trench out that way, sir? Be nice to keep ourselves out of sight for as long as possible\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"'Fraid not. This is as close as we can get in cover. Good luck everyone.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" So when is the shelling due to start? And how long after that is the assault going to be? I hate periods of inactivity, they are not efficient. \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Trench \nThe three miles head over to the ladder and start to climb. It's time.\n\n Briefing \n \"The plan is to begin shelling day after tomorrow, continue for 7 days then mount the attack less than an hour after the shelling ends.\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"If I may sir, I would like to perform a raid on the enemy trenches and return with a captive so that we could confirm the intelligence reports. Sir.\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"THAT WOULD BE FUN!\" Eris fumes.\n \"Come on! I'm impatient! When will I get to kill the enemy baddies? I'm nobility! We used to get what we deserved, wheter it be death or despair REAL FAST. WHEN CAVALRY RULED THE FIELDS!\" Eris stops shouting.\n\nHe calms down a bit more.\n\n \"Uh, errr....\" he turns to the officers. \"... sorry sirs! Been waiting for this life and death situation for so long! I... I may be green in my behavior but I will do what I can for my country, come what may - come early death or glorious victory.\"\n\"I volounteer to join such a raid. Nobility obliges me to do so. And I do so willingly.\" Eris sheds a tear that wets the maroon scarf around his neck." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (Trenches)\n\n ((No worries. I've been over the top and come back a dozen times. No worries.)) \nQuickly replacing his normal cap with the uniform helmet, Atticus hurries to keep up with the miles as they start climbing the trench. He hurries partly in the hope of getting clean away from the trench edge and any Milonian rifle-sights- but also partly in the hope that concentrating on the ladder rungs will conceal the fear that amounts to an almost physical nausea.\n\nOnce on top, he'll try to find the first piece of cover and assess the level of danger." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Gaius \n\nSliding over the side of the trench, his eyes darting across no-mans land for areas of cover even a crater deep enough to shield him from enemy eyes, Gaius follows the Miles. Using his rifle, he starts pointing out the scant bits of cover he can see, and directing the miles toward them." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " No Man's Land \nThere is an eerie silence across no-man's-land as the miles creep fowards. You come over a low rise, and the canvas of the aeropteros' wings come into view. The area is dotted with small ridges and shell holes. It has taken a rough landing, but the structure is mainly intact.\n\n Cato \n \"We really should be getting back to your trench. I'd like to meet the rest of your officers.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Let us go back then, unfortunatley im still unfamiliar with this rabbits warren's maze of trenches. Lead the way sir. \"" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Gaius \n\nScampering over to the Aeroptreos in a crouch, Gaius is going to clear away any debris covering the cockpit and check on the pilot." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (No man's land)\n\nWhispered to the miles \"Keep an eye out for the enemy.\" Atticus looks for the nose of the aeropteros, where the engine and instrumentation are." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Eris comes with and does his best to conceal himself, but his main effort is in scanning for targets." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius nods his head and follows Ilane out." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Cato \nCato quite quickly reaches your trench, only to find it more or less deserted, manned by a few miles.\n\n \"Where the hell is everybody?\" \n No Man's Land \nThe pilot is unconcious, his flight suit stained red with blood and a broken shard of metal is piercing his chest. The aeropteros has broken into three parts; bits of the cockpit and the pilot are in the centre, along with the double-wings; the tail of the craft has broken off about five metres back. Finally, the very end of the plane, front of the cockpit, the propellor and autogun have been thrown forwards and landed into a shell hole someway forwards.\n\nThe miles start taking up position around the plane, scanning the horizon for any sign of motion in the darkness." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Either of you two a medic? I've found the pilot, but I don't wanna move him until he's stabilized.\" \n\nGaius is going to quickly check the pilot's pulse before moving back to let someone else at him.\n \n\"What should we be draggin back Atticus?\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus No Man's land\n\nAtticus is just brushing loose dirt from the engine block when his fingers run into a large, triangular scrap of skin and flesh. He spits a Rean curseword in hushed tones, realising the grim position of the pilot for the first time.\n\n \"I don't know anything about medecine. Eris, can you help him? I have a closure device, but I... I can't be sure it's safe. I'm not a healer. If we only had the centurion here!\"\n\n\n\"Looks like we'll be carrying him back. Then there's the gun, the engine block-\" the skinny man pushes at it, trying to gauge the weight of it- \"I don't think we'll be able to take back what's in the cockpit. I guess we'll smash as much as we can, if there's time, to stop Milly getting his hands on it.\"\n\n\"Can the pilot tell us if there was anything else in the 'plane? I'd hate to leave the cargo or something.\" \n\nAssuming the pilot can't answer questions, and someone can do better than his use of the wand, he'll quickly examine the tail section and the ground nearby, looking for any cargo or other parts of the aeropteros that might have been thrown clear." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius addresses the soldier closest to him \"Where did the group of people who were waiting here go?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nSeeing both the Commander as well as Sangius ask she see's no point in asking and meerly strides to the edge of the trench and peers out." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Trench \n \"Tribune Octavius' orders are to recover a downed aeropteros in no-man's-land. They left a good ten minutes ago, sir.\" \n\nAs he hears this, Cato's face goes pale. Under his breath, the keen-eared may be able to hear:\n\n \"Sweet Mars preserve him when I...\" \n No Man's Land \nThe engine is heavy, but you think that you can drag it slowly. The autogun is bulky, but quite carriable. The pilot, on the other hand, is heavy and bulky, and the shard of metal in his chest seem fairly serious.\n\nYou find a battered instrument panel with a pad of paper nailed to it. Scrawled across the paper is observations about the movements of Milonian troops in a rough handwriting. In the cockpit, apparently dropped by the pilot is a revolver, but it is in a bad way. The pilot stirs, and for a moment seems to be awaking, but he quickly resumes his slumber.\n\nA gunshot cracks the night.\n\nA soldier collapses backwards.\n\nDark red spreads out across his tunic as he falls backwards into the mud." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"This is not good\" \n\nReaching into the cockpit, he's going to grab the pilot and yank him out, not worrying about being careful, before reaching back in to grab the note.\n\n \"Atticus, I don't know what you want to try saving but you better get your ass in gear. Anyone got that teline set-up? We could you some cover fire.\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "There is a glint of a bayonet over the lip of one of the shell-holes. You are clearly outnumbered. One of the miles dives for cover behind the plane, the other makes a dash towards his wounded friend." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Sweet Mars preserve us.\n\nSangius with me! Cato no offence but you stay here. \"\n\nWith this she will mutter a few words casting a spell on herself [casting entropic shield] Then vault the top of the trench and sprint towards where she heard the gunshot. [Running 4x normal movement.]" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "With a curse Sangius mutters some words and makes some motions with his hands. A faint shimmering appears around his body. Without a word he follows Ilane, keeping pace with her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOCC: Casting mage armour and then running to keep up with Ilane\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Spoiler about post and Eris' equipment.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm laying in a few obvious actions I would have taken as you've gotten a bit ahead of me and hoping it is ok.\nNote: Eris doesn't normally equip his rifle after I got the wands. The wands are bound to his wrists with pieces of string and held up his sleeve by some tape when he's not in combat. I'm not sure how useful a rifle would be to him after I got him wands. :D It's just slung over his back.\n \n\n\n\nEris had just finished laying the teline when his comrade checked the man's pulse and asked someone else to take over.\nStepping over to the man Eris uses the light cure wand in his right hand and activates a charge on the pilot, then again. He tries to help the wounded pilot get out if he is stuck when at this point one of the miles is shot and someone asks about comms. \"No comms, that was just a line.\" \n\nPushing the wounded pilot ahead of him (or casting another cure if he is still looking bad) Eris turns around, and fires a 'sleep' charge from his off-hand wand.\n\n\nWand Info&Rolls\n\n \n Spoiler \nI already made this post so I'll just have to let GM Zafuel roll for me. Thanks.\n\nThe healing wand casts are automatic successes since Eris is a ranger.\nThe 'sleep wand' is +9 (+3 for a skill feat in UMD (I changed it before tangled web disabled the char sheets I am attempting to reconstruct] +4 ranks and +2 charisma).\n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " Atticus (Plane)\n\nBehind his moustache, Atticus goes pale. His jump to action belies his fear.\n \"Leave the engine, it'll slow us down to much.\" \n\nSeeing Gaius and Eris in action, and having the notepad and pilot between them, he gets the attention of the miles. When he speaks it's in a parody of the accent found among aristocratic officers- but he's not quite able to keep the nerves from ruining his attempt at light-heartedness.\n\n \"Time we were retreating in good order, don't you think, chaps? Ulysis! Grab the autogun if you can. Tillius! Is that man alive?\" \n\nAtticus moves to cover while shouting this, hoping to deny the approaching soldiers a clear line of sight. He arms his rifle while looking around to see where everyone is, preparing to make a run for it but unwilling to leave anyone behind- or at least, anyone living.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThat is, Attiucs will try to use the miles actual names- I randomly selected Ulysis to be the miles taking cover and Tilius to be the one trying to help the one who has been shot (Augurius).\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " No Man's Land \nUlysis makes a run for the autogun just as two Milonians rise over the lip of a shell-hole, carrying a semi-portable autogun between them. A sudden burst of fire hits him, and he drops to the ground.\n\nMilonians are scrambling over the lips of shell-holes everywhere now, you count at least twenty.\n\n \"\"Where the hell are they all coming from?\" cries Tillius as he pulls Augurius towards a nearby shell hole.\n\nThere comes another gun shot, and Atticus feels his shoulder erupt in pain as he runs to cover, then go numb.\n\nThe Milonians are now steadying rifles at the plane and those sheltering behind it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInjury check for Atticus, please.\n \n\n Trench \n \"Are you out of your mind! It was a trap; we knew they wanted to capture one of our officers, but they didn't want to risk a raid. Why the hell didn't Ocatvius read the memo?\" \n\nHe pauses, then turns to Illane:\n\n \"I'm going to get the soldiers armed; we need to get our people out of there. Hold on for just a second.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Get him out of here, I'm going to try and by you guys some time.\" Gaius yells, pushing the pilot towards Eris.\n\nGrabbing the sword of his back, he lets out an unearthly howl and charges towards the two carrying the autogun.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRage and then move 30 feet towards the two milonians with the autogun.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Cato, you get the trench ready then, if i don't go now, i'll lose those men i came in with. And you will lose half your century. I'm going.\n\nSangius with me! \"\n\nWith this she will ignore any futher protests from Cato and sprint towards the gun shots. If she comes into view of enemy autofire, cast a Summon Monster III." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Injury roll in ambush at the aeropteros. (1d20+5=19) \nIf I understanhd the rules, that would mean I'd have to have taken 16 damage or more to be 'hit'. I'll write assuming it's a flesh wound, and go back to edit it if I failed.\n\nSeems like it might be important, so:\n Initiative (1d20+7=20) \n \n\nAtticus finds himself sitting down in the mud behind a chunk of the aeropteros, looking at his shoulder with disbelief. Mind every bit as numb as his arm, he flexes it tentatively. It seems his field-armour turned the bullet, tearing the uniform cloth and bruising his shoulder like a hammer-blow.\n\nThought starts to seep back into his mind, and he scans the surroundings, looking for a route of escape that won't mean dodging a hail of gunfire. Gaius' shout startles him back to full alertness.\n \"Are you crazy? Get down! We're overwhelmed!\" \n\nSwitching to a desperate Milonian, Atticus says \"Wait! Who's in command here?\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Atticus shrugs off the damage for now.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCan everyone make intiative checks in the OOC, please?\n \n\n\nAs far as you can tell, they're are seven shell-holes occupied by Milonian soldiers, with rifles starting to appear. Further foward is the autogun team." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Realising escape is poosible, Atticus snatches the notepad from Gaius before the angry-looking gladiator can try to charge down the enemy. He tries to stuff it into a pocket, so as to leave both hands free, and readies his rifle. Considering his stick-thin frame, he does not even try to lift the pilot.\n \"Time for tea back in our trench, I fancy. Ready?\" \n\nCrouched over, Atticus makes a break for the nearby ridge (4), trying to take cover at the end." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Breaking the cover of the plane, Atticus makes a dash towards the ridge. He makes it, just, taking cover behind the ridge just in time. The autogunners open fire at Atticus, but the razor sharp metal hits the lip of the ridge, sparing Atticus from the hit.\nThree shots ring out through the night. One passes close to Gaius, severing a taut rope on the plane, but otherwise, nothing hits.\nWith a guttaral roar, Gaius breaks the cover of the plane and charges towards the autogunners' cover (Ridge 3). He doesn't quite make it before rifle shots ring out from futher back.\nTwo shots hit the lip of the ridge where Atticus is hiding, but fail to harm the technician. One shot, a masterpiece of aiming, slams into Gaius hard as he throws himself across no-man's-land.\nEris' sleep charge from the wand passes into the night, with little effect.\nIlane continues to run across no-man's-land, drawing closer to the fight.\nAnother three shots. Two pass wide of Gaius, and one hits the mud near to Atticus, but no harm done.\n\n[[Injury check for Gaius, otherwise, no harm]]" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius is going to grunt as the he gets hit, shaking his head for a moment, before growling and continuing towards the autogun.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort save (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \nedit I'm pretty sure that's going to save\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius arrives at the plane debris. He quickly looks over the situation grimly. Seeing one of his men assaulting the enemy position he frowns. Then suddenly he moves into action. There is a flare of green light from his hand, which shoots off towards the auto gunner position, tacking the form of a skull as it travels.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis is what Sangius does on he turn, whenever that is, moves to the dbris and casts Cause Fear at the autogunner furthest away from Gaius. DC 17\n\ninjuries: none\nAC:18\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nActions for everyone else?\nIlane and Sangius arrive at the battle site this round, so they can be involved too. Currently, Atticus is behind ridge 4, Gaius has nearly reached Ridge 3, Eris is still in the plane wreckage.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Hold Fast! Mars is here to help us. Do not falter men! \"\n\nWith this she will run to the areopteros wreckage then cast a summon monster 3 - dropping a Celestial Black Bear into hole 2. [i have a 70ft range on it.]\n\nThen in Celestian\n\n\" Attack those in Describe Milonian Uniforms.* They are pure evil. Kill them all. \"" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Gaius! Let's get out of here!\" \nHeart beating hard in his chest, Atticus tries to get his bearings, looking around for the miles Tilius. Having re-caught his breath, he makes a dash for the next available cover back towards the Coalition lines.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDouble-move to Hole 6.\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Blast. Fifty denarii down the drain. Shouldn't this guy be waking up about now?\" Eris drags the downed pilot to the rear of the plane, closest to their own lines but still in cover. Using his surefire knowledge of healing wands he fires off the third successive charge of healing at the ace.\n \"I sure hope the army will reimburse me.\" \n\nHe turns around looking at the Centurion.\n \"Hey, that's quite impressive. I got some colour spray if they rush us.\" \n \"My recommendation would be for us to just binge it Centurion. Once I get this fantastic wreck of an immaculate pilot running again we can probably just run away, or I can carry him with one of you or alone if I drop my rifle and slash my armor.\n\nTell me. Do you care about miles Centurion?\nEither way I think we should have a lot of fun if we stay for their sake. Hehe. I bet we could hold them off for a dozen moments till their officers arrive!\" \n\nIf the pilot still does not recover Eris will fire another charge at him then slap him awake after dousing him with some water from his canteen (just a bit).\n \"Hey, wake up and recover already fly-boy!\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Judging his run well, Atticus falls back to another hole, someway behind the plane wreckage.\nAs Gaius runs towards the autogun team, they let loose another burst of automatic fire, and a number of gunshots lance across the battlefield. The scything spray of bullets is wide, but two of the rifle-shots hit Gaius hard in the chest, and pain is clear on the soldiers face.\nGaius reaches the ridge quickly and drops down almost on top of one of the autogunners. Blood sprays onto the ground, mixing with the mud. The gunner is gravely wounded.\nGunshots lance across the battlefield, but they do not hit anything.\nA lattice of siler thread spread across the pilot, knitting together his wounds. His eyes flutter open, now dragged clear of the cockpit.\nIlane reaches the plane wreckage. A incadescent spark jumps from her fingers high into the night, before dropping down someway in the midst of the Milonian territory. There comes a guttaral roar from one of holes as something large settles in existence there.\nThree cracks erupt from across the battlefield, and Sangius feels three sharp pains as the bullets hit him.\nThe incandescent skull shoots across the battlefield and drops into the gunner position. Immediately, he scrambles for the back of the trench hole, trying to get away from phantasms that only he can see. Sangius reaches the plane debris, meeting up with Ilane, Eris and the pilot.\nMore gunshots, targetted at the debris. One shot punches through two wings worth of canvas before hitting one of the strust. One whistles above the plane wings and one hits the mud some way off.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n@Gaius: Two injury checks at DC 17. One passed, one failed\n@Sangius: Three injury checks, all at DC 16. One passed, two failed\n\n1 on injury rolls for Gaius. I presumed you wanted to attack when you reached the ridge? Well, you disabled the guy.\n\nSangius failed two saves, but passed the third, so he has a -2 on injury rolls. Ouch. Finally, the Milonians get their sharpshooting going.\n\nSuccess:\n-The autogunner team has been completely removed, and Milonian Group 5 are in trouble too.\n-The pilot is concious.\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Eris \n \"To wait or not to wait. Not waiting!\" Eris taps Sangius on the back and whispers \"Let's go! Take the pilot if him and me are both laid low!\" and pushes the pilot ahead of him towards Atticus, holding on to him from behind and using his bigger infantryman's body as a shield to grant the objective full cover if possible as they rush madly towards cover and the fellow officer.\n\n \"HEY ILANE!\" He screams back at the boss as he runs (not wanting to use her rank with high volume) ... \"Try to convince Sir Berserker not to become a captive when he runs out of steam huh? I'll be right back once I secure our objective with someone trustworthy!\" \n\n[Sweet. This Objective Location is really hot.]" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Growling at the other autogunner, Gaius takes a swipe at his head while yelling back over his shoulder.\n\n \"Atticus, Is the pilot secure?\" \n\nIf the autogunner falls, Gaius is going to drop his sword, and grab the autogun. Otherwise, he'll continue to swing at the autogunner." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius curses as the two bullets hit him, tearing through his magical amour. he turns to Eris. \"No, I will only slow you down in my current state, you and Atticus secure the pilot! Besides, I have an idea.\" With a grunt he drops his rifle picks up the plane's autogun, wrenching back the cocking handle he trains it on the group of milonians in a shell hole and, propping himself against the plane wreckage, he pulls the trigger.\n\n \"if we can push them back we should be able to form a defensive line and hold out till reinforcements arrive.\" he shouts over the chatter of the gun, \"you get that pilot out of here and get reinforcements if they are not already on their way.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI am assuming I can use the autogun? if not I will redo my move. Firing the autogun at the milonian groups 2+3 behind ridge one (if within range, I cannot find the rules for the autogun)\n\nAC: 18 + cover(I don't know how much that is)\n\nCould you repost the rules for the autogun please?\n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "To Gaius: \"He's awake! I suggest that visiting hours are over!\" \n\nAtticus does his best to attract the pilot's attention by waving quickly before sighting along the rifle barrel at the first Milonians to catch his eye.\n\n \n Spoiler \nA shot at group 4, I imagine. Rifle shot (1d20+6=21, 1d12=9) \n \n\n\nNot stopping to see if the shot finds its mark, he looks over his shoulder in hope of seeing reinforcements streaming in, and begins the laborious process of reloading." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\"Well boys my bear could use some support. Whos up for it?\"\n\n\nWith this she will stand mutter a few words passing her hands over her body turn, grip the flail in two hands as it was designed and charge full pace for the nearest hole.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Protection from Energy (Bullets) So that IF the bullets hit me [thanks to Entropic shield] They have to do AT LEAST 10 damage to make me need a save.\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Exeson \n Sangius curses as the two bullets hit him, tearing through his magical amour. he turns to Eris. \"No, I will only slow you down in my current state, you and Atticus secure the pilot! Besides, I have an idea.\" With a grunt he drops his rifle picks up the plane's autogun, wrenching back the cocking handle he trains it on the group of milonians in a shell hole and, propping himself against the plane wreckage, he pulls the trigger.\n\n\"if we can push them back we should be able to form a defensive line and hold out till reinforcements arrive.\" he shouts over the chatter of the gun, \"you get that pilot out of here and get reinforcements if they are not already on their way.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI am assuming I can use the autogun? if not I will redo my move. Firing the autogun at the milonian groups 2+3 behind ridge one (if within range, I cannot find the rules for the autogun)\n\nAC: 18 + cover(I don't know how much that is)\n\nCould you repost the rules for the autogun please?\n \n \n \n\n \"Right, I'll just secure him with Atticus then. I'll be back ASAP.\" Eris activates his plan and dashes across the field between him and Atticus with the pilot tucked under his larger frame to offer him as much cover as is possible without slowing down." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Atticus' gunshot leaps forward into the night, and hits with a thud, but it is impossible to tell how effective the shot was.\nMore bullets fill the air; one rips into Ilane's shoulder as she shelters in the wreckage. With Gaius now in their midst, some of the riflers lower bayonets at the soldier. One shot at close range; but it misses. The other two charge forwards with their bayonets. One hits, the metal scything into Gaius.\nGaius strikes back with his greatsword, but fails to inflict much damage on the Milonian soldiers.\n\n\nMore gunfire. Eris takes a hit through the debris. Two shots hit the lip of Atticus' hole before one finds its mark on the technician.\nEris and the pilot make a break from the plane wreckage towards Atticus. They can't make it to Atticus' hole in time, but can take shelter behind the ridge someway up (ridge 4).\nIlane passes her hand over herself, and a shimmering protective field covers her body. She runs, and reaches the nearby hole (7).\n\n\nSanigus heaves the autogun into a firing position. It is awkward, and the lack of the thunderbolt fighter below it neccistates Sangius to press upwards on the bottom, but he is able to fire it. Scything sprays of bullets covers the ridge. Cries of pain ring out across the battlefield as four Milonians are hit by the sudden rush of metal.\nOne is cut down mercilessly; one shrugs off the injury, and two are left with serious wounds.\nMore guns crack through the night, but the bullets fail to find their targets.\nIlane's bear dives at the Milonians, but with a stroke of good fortune, they stay clear of its scything claws.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n@Ilane: Injury check, DC 17\n@Gaius: Injury check, DC 16 (-1)\n@Eris: Injury check, DC 16\n@Atticus: Injury check, DC 16\nTwo Milonians from groups 1 + 3 have a -1 on injury rolls, one's disabled.\n \n\n\nThere comes a voice in the night.\n\n \"Hold on! We're coming!\" \n\nSomeway back in the night, you can hear the roar of an engine above." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" For Mars! Have at them boys, destroy them all! Call me if you need healing! I'll show these pretentious people what its like to fire on my century. Are all the miles up? Sangius, Eris, Gaius are you still up!? \"\n\nIf the answer to the above is affirmative, she will stand and run piling over ridge 1, whilst telling the bear to move across to Hole 2 and take out the team 4.\n\nIf the answer to the above is negative she will rush back to the wounded and sponatneously dump a cure light into them.\n\nOh and roll to see if i make that check : Injury - (1D20+4)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n \n\n \"I'm not dead. But these bastards keep tryin to poke me. You guys get the pilot out yet?\" \n\nGaius continues to swing into the melee in which he has thrust himself, attempting to nail the bastard who hit him." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius utters a curse as the kick back from the autogun forces a trickles of blood to roll out of his bullet wounds. He winces as he slowly puts the weapon aside and ducks behind the wreckage, out of sight of the milonians and out of harm's way. He traces his hand through a few passes and suddenly a multitude of knives materialize around his body. \"lets see them get through this\" \n \n Spoiler \nRight dropping the autogun and taking cover behind the wrekage 9so none of milonians can fire at me. Then I cast Cloud of Knives.\n\nAC=18 + cover\nInjury= -2\nCloud of Knives= 5 rounds\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"We're all all right except for those miles from the other century Ilane! Don't know if you care about them.\" Eris yells back from cover, hoping not to black out from his hit. He makes a second dash for Atticus with the objective.\n\nFortitude Save in Good Faith (Eris is a religious minority :))\n (1d20+10)[ 14 ] \n \n\"Ow. That kind hurt. But I'm 'up'!\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus blinks blood and dirt from his eyes. \"Tillius? You still alive?\" \n\nSeeing Eris and the pilot out in the open, Atticus decides on a desperate tactic. Deliberately breaking cover, he stands up and shouts nonsense in the Milonian language. He fires towards an enemy at random, evidently putting more value on presenting himself as an obvious danger than the struggling suboptio and pilot.\n\n \"Whenever you are ready, gentlemen!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+6=20, 1d12=3) \nCan Fighting Defensively apply to ranged attacks? If so, it's -4 on attacks and +2 (dodge) on AC.\n\nAlso, I'm not sure if breaking cover is a move action or not.\nso:\nBreak cover.\nAttack (defensively) as a distraction.\nReload, if I have an action left.\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \nAtticus rises from his hole, trying to make a target of himself. His shot misses, but he has time enough to reload the rifle before all hell breaks loose.\nA sudden burst of rifle-fire towards Atticus' hole confirms that his distraction has worked. Fortunatle, all of the shots miss. Two of the Milonian soldiers lunge with bayonets at Gaius. One is held away, but one sharp spear finds its mark. Gaius swings his sword, and the offending soldier cannot step back quick enough. He clutches his chest as blood streams from the mark left by Gaius' sword.\n\nMore shots; the ground around Sangius is peppered with bullets. Another shot rips into the exposed Atticus as more whistle by just wide. Eris and the pilot make it to Atticus' hole, taking cover as shots start being fired against them.\nIlane breaks the cover of her hole, charging across the battlefield to the ridge, but doesn't quite make it yet.\n\nShining blades materialize around Sangius as he shelters in the wreckage.\nMore gunfire; two shots hit Atticus hard, punching into the exposed soldier's stomach. A shot hits Ilane, but it dissolves into the grey shimmering of her protection field. The bear swings twice at the Milonian gunners, hitting once. The soldier bends double in pain as the claws scythe into it.\n\nThere is a roar of engines, and a Coalition Thunderbolt fighter drops into view from above. The autogun clatters as it dives towards Milonian emplacements, then a flickering orange shape drops into a Milonian hole. A pause, then a sudden explosion tears the hole apart. Two bodies are thrown clear of the sudden blaze.\n\nTillius pulls Augurius into Atticus' hole, still trying to keep the wounded man alive. There is no sign of Ulysis.\nFrom behind, the shapes of more soldier can be seen coming from the Coaltion side. Gunshots ring out. A cry of pain follows the cracks of the guns from one of the Milonian holes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMilonian Group 1 - All okay\nMilonian Group 2 - Two on (-1), one disabled\nMilonian Group 3 - All okay\nMilonian Group 4 - One on (-1), two okay\nMilonian Group 5 - One disabled, one on (-1), one okay\nMilonian Group 6 - One on (-1), two disabled\nMilonian Autogunners - All disabled\n\nSangius - (-2), in plane wreckage\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3 (One injury check at DC 16)\nAtticus - (0), hole 6 (Two injury checks at DC 16, one at DC 17)\nEris - (-1), hole 6\nIlane - (0), midway to ridge 1\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nFort Save (1d20+9)[ 24 ] vs DC16 = Success\n \n\nMuttering and cursing Gaius grunts again as he is hit yet again, \"Come on lad, surely you and your buddies can hit harder than that. My grandma could whoop you two.\" Grinning he continues his battles with the Milonians in the trench.\n\n \"You hear that boys, I got reinforcements comin, so if your smart, you'd lay down your weapons and come quietly\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Free action at the begining of Atticus's turn: Sangius shouts to Atticus \"Take cover you fool! Thats an ORDER!\"\n \nSangius sees his under-officer get peppered by bullets are his brave but pointless and stupid act. He swears out load and, calculating all the options he decides on the best course of action. he makes some passes with his hands and mutters a few words and a quasi-real circlet appears around his head. he then leaps up from behind the wreckage, the hovering knives following him and pointing the way he looks. \"You Filthy SCUM!!\" He shouts in milon to the milonians at the top of his voice, trying to attract their attention. \"Crawl into your holes and DIE!\" . one of the knives zooms off towards the milonians in the shell hole in front of the wreckage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight, casting Crown of Protection on Sangius, then doing the same thing as Atticus, shouting and stuff to draw their attention and their fire. If even one soldier fires at him as an immediate action he will discharge his crown of protection to gain a +4 bonus to AC for the round.\n\nI almost forgot, as a free action I fire one of my knives at one of the milonians in hole 4.\n\nTo hit:[roll]1d20+9[/roll]\nDamage:[roll]1d6+1[/roll]\n\nCloud of knives: 4 rounds\nAC: 18 + 1 (or +4 if crown is discharged)\n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \n Spoiler \n First Fort after the 'Shoot at me!' debacle (1d20+5=19) vs: 16\n Second injury check (1d20+5=9) vs: 16\n Third injury check (1d20+4=13) vs: 17\n\nResult: 2 hits, bringing my Fort modifier to +3\n\nActions this round: drop back to prone, then shoot at any enemies with a reasonable line of sight, and reload.\n \n\n\nWhile Eris and the pilot take cover, a bullet grazes Atticus' left hand but miraculously doesn't leave more than a burn mark. ((Ah, it's working.)) When the next hail of bullets hit him in the gut, he drops back into the shellhole.\n\nFace white and hands shaking, he nevertheless manages a wan smile at the other inhabitants of the shellhole. \"Don't have to tell me twice.\" \n\nHe shouts to Sangius \"Taking cover, sir\" . Ignoring the stabbing pain in his belly, Atticus crawls rifle-first to regain a good firing position and looses a shot at the first Milonian helmet he sees." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Hey. That was pretty swell of you Atticus. I'll remember that and once I get this pilot... err objective up to full health I'll fix you up for free.\" \n\nNot sure how many charges he's used (one or four?) Eris spends another round patching up the pilot with his wand.\n\n \"So how are you feeling?\" he asks kindly." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Eris, if that pilot is up, get him out of there! Take the miles with you, stabalise them and ill patch them up after we finish! I can't stop now. Mars be with you!\n\nAtticus take and keep that cover! Don't expose yourself to another shot.\n\nSangius and Gaius you take your holes !\"\n\nShe will finish the head long plunge over the ridge, full round to double move if needed, if i can make it and attack i will.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1D8+3)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \n The Fighter \nThe Coalition Thunderbolt loops back around, but whatever its pilot threw last time, he hasn't got any more. The autogun starts up, spraying razor sharp metal over one of the Milonian holes. The sole survivor of the explosion ducks into cover in the hole, and the rush of bullets doesn't touch him.\n Aeolians \nFour soldiers, one carrying the lighting bolt banner of the coalition, vault into Atticus' hole, followed by a duplicarius (sergeant).\n \"We found you sir! I've got fifteen of my best men with me. We'll show Milly what for!\" \n Atticus \nAs the soldiers pile into the hole, Atticus drops back down into cover and fires his rifle, but the shot is far wide of his target.\n Milonians \nAs Ilane charges across the battleground towards the ridge, two shots ring out; but neither of the bullets passes anywhere near to the centurio. Both of Gaius’ assailants lunge again with bayonets, but their panicked attacks are easily turned aside by the huge soldier.\n Gaius \nGaius strikes back, his sword slashing through the wounded Milonian’s tattered uniform, but as the Milonian steps back, he avoids the worst of the blow. The two start to back away slowly, clutching bayonets tightly.\n\n More Battle \n Aeolians \nHidden in the plane debris, Sangius finds himself joined by seven soldiers. Three take up gunning positions in the wreckage, training rifles on the Milonian holes, whilst the other four are preparing to try and advance a bit further.\nShots tear into the wreckage, but none come close to Sangius or the soldiers sheltering in the wreckage.\n Milonians \nAs the bear takes a menacing lunge at the Milonians, two strike out with spear-headed rifles. One of the razor sharp blades cut into the bear’s flesh, and it bellows in pain and it pushes the other rifle away. As it tries to hold off the two, the third rams the bayonet hard into its chest. Blood streams from the wound as the bear fumbles around in pain. It is clearly badly wounded.\n\n Aeolians \nAnother groups of Aeolians is taking up cover in the hole to the right of the plane.\n Eris \nA stream of light passes into the wounded pilot and some of his wounds recede noticeably.\nHe opens his mouth, and through hoarse vocal chords, he splutters out:\n \n“Fine now, thanks to you. Feels like most of the air-fleet landed on my head though.” \n Ilane \nIlane reaches the ridge, dropping down and swings her heavy flail at the first of the soldiers. The heavy metal end hits the soldier with a dull sound of breaking bones, and he drops backwards away from the centurio.\n\n Sangius \nSangius calls attention to himself quite quickly, and as his knife spins away into the night, it doesn’t seem to have hit anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMilonian Group 1 - All okay\nMilonian Group 2 - One on (-2), one on (-1), one disabled\nMilonian Group 3 - All okay\nMilonian Group 4 - One on (-1), two okay\nMilonian Group 5 - One disabled, one on (-1), one okay\nMilonian Group 6 - One on (-1), two disabled\nMilonian Autogunners - All disabled\n\nAeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant) – All okay\nAeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – All okay\nAeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nAeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nBear - Disabled (ouch :( )\n\nSangius - (-2), in plane wreckage\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), hole 6\nEris - (-1), hole 6\nIlane - (0), in ridge 1\n\nGaius isn’t having much luck killing these guys I’m afraid.\n\nEvery time I make one of these posts, it gets longer. Hmm...\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nShe calls out in Celestian;\n\n\" Thank you my friend I may have need of you in the future. For now return to your own plane and heal yourself! \" [it was the last round anyway last round.]\n\nIf my understanding is right, i have dropped all of group 2.\n\nTherefore time to turn on Group 1.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1D8+3)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\n\" Gauis! Finish that one off and move up into that hole my bear had!\n\nSangius swing north and east about 90 foot! Take those who have just turned up with you. Intercept and encounter the enemy there.\n\nAtticus Eris and any other Aeolians COVERING FIRE! \"" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Actually, there are two more members of group 2 left; one with a -2 save and one with a -1. And its group 3 behind that ridge, not group 1. Sorry if I was unclear. If you need to know who's who, check the spoiler boxes under my posts.}}" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "{{Eh ill go for anyone who is still up and functioning. :) }}" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Grunting a response at Ilane's order, Gaius continues to play with the men he's fighting.\n\n \"Sorry boys, we're going to have to make this quick. Have to be heading out in a second, you heard the lady.\" \n\nGrinning at them, he takes a step back before swinging.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet's see if me rolling affects anything. Nope, Gaius is just unlucky I guess.\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (2d6+8)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"Good, that move seemed to have bought us some time. Now, I understand you men want to get to the enemy?\" he says with a few passing motions of his hands. There is a shimmering around him and the other four Aeolians, and they all seem invigorated and full of energy, their motions are also slightly blurred due to the speed of their movement.\n\n \"You Assault that shell hole in front of us, troops, Bayonets fixed. Show Milly what we got!\" With that Sangius picks up the autogun for a second time. With a slight wince he wrenches back the cocking handle. As he does that one the knives hovering around his head shoots off towards the milonians Gaius is fighting.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight, casting Haste on myself and the four other milonians who are moving forward. I then order them to stom hole 2 (milonian group 4). then a move action to pick up the autogun and get myself comfortable. Does the autogun give movement penalties cause its heavy?\n\nKnife shot towards Milonian group 5 (the one on -1)\nTo hit: (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \n\nSangius\nAC: 19 + cover\nCloud of knives: 4 rounds\nHaste: 5 rounds\n+ 1 to reflex saves\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Awwwww, whad a cute little flyboy ace!\" Eris pats the pilot (resisting the urge to hug the artifact) and grins back. \"Yeah, just remember Centurion Ilane and her brave officers when you rejoin the great fleet in the sky! \n\nHe grabs the man by his collar and continues rushing him out of combat back to the lines proper.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBefore this becomes an in-game problem I just want to note that I was given two set of orders. I suppose the latter would supercede the former, but Eris has a mind of his own that's kind of narrow.\n \n\n\nShouting back he gives the men in the hole a new set of orders.\n \"Decurion! Creeping (slow-moving, cautious, possibly prone) assault to adjoin withdrawal with Centurion!\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Ave, Duplicarius. Looks like the Centurion could use a hand. I think the range we're operating at is a little excessive. There's a range about 60 feet forward that is a charming little pied-a-terre. I think I'll try my luck from there.\" \n\nAware of, and nervous about, his technical violation of Ilane's order, Atticus nonetheless prepares to make the dash.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhat language does an Aeolian drop into when he wants an ironical sophistication? Raen, maybe.\n\nDouble-move to Ridge 4, in any case, and take up a prone position thee (I assume rifles can be operated in that position? If not, kneeling.)\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \n\nThe Thunderbolt pulls up, banking around to come back for another pass.\nAtticus breaks cover, and runs towards the ridge up ahead. At the duplicarius' signal, the five Aeolians follow suit and run, following the Immune onwards to to the ridge. The group reachs the ridge, dropping into cover behind the earth and lowering the banner.\nBehind Gaius' ridge, one of the Milonians hangs back, gripping his rifle tightly, but his companion stabs out with his bayonet. Gaius steps back from the attack, turns the blade away and strikes back with his heavy sword. The soldier is lucky though, and he ducks under the blade that might well have severed his arm. As the soldier straigtens up, a blur of whirring steel rips into his chest from above.\n\n\nIn the debris the Aeolians hear their commander's orders, and creep forward in the wreckage cover to the edge. All seven open fire at the hole, but most of the shots pepper the edges of the ridge. One, however, hits a Milonian soldier dead on. He collapses backwards, but the wound doesn't seem to be enough to take him out of the fight alltogether.\nThe Milonians in the hole fire back. One Aeolian is hit, clutching his chest in agony as the bullet cuts through it. More Milonians open fire at the hole to the right of the plane, again wounding one.\nThe Aeolians from that hole return fire, but the bullets fail to find their targets thanks to the cover of the holes.\n\n\nEris, followed by the pilot, fall back away from the battle and back towards the trenches. As the two depart, Tilius, supporting Augurius on his shoulders, follows, limping back towards the relative safety of Aeolan trenches.\nIlane's flail hits the wounded Milonian hard, and he collapses backwards, clutching his chest, but he is still in the fight\nA red-tinged heathaze spreads across the two Aeolan teams as Sangius prepares to make his run. A knife jumps clear, sailing over to the battle behind the ridge someway ahead.\nTwo of the Milonian soldier stab back at Ilane with bayonets, whilst one draws a revolver. Ilane easily turns aside the blades, and the revolver shot disintergrates in the shimmering protective field.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMilonian Group 1 - All okay\nMilonian Group 2 - One on (-2), one on (-1), one disabled\nMilonian Group 3 - All okay\nMilonian Group 4 - Two on (-1), one okay\nMilonian Group 5 - One disabled, one on (-2), one okay\nMilonian Group 6 - One on (-1), two disabled\nMilonian Autogunners - All disabled\n\nAeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant) – All okay\nAeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay\nAeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nAeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nBear - Disabled (ouch :( )\n\nSangius - (-2), in plane wreckage\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), ridge 4\nEris - (-1), heading back to the trench\nIlane - (0), ridge 1\n\n\nNice going guys; no injury checks for anyone!\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius quickly surveys the battlefield, noticing that the fighting, whilst still intense, is swinging in their favor. Another knife flies off towards the Milonians battling Gaius, zooming towards . \"lets get going!\" He shouts to the Hasted Aeolian me. \"Assault the shell hole in front of us, once you have cleared them out move onto the Milonians hiding behind the ridge on the far left.\" Sangius himself drops the autogun ((Screw this, I can do more damage up close and personal)) He dashes after the men towards the hole. His movements blurred. Upon landing in the Hole he smiles slightly, \"Good Day chaps,\" he says \"wonderful weather for it\" As he says this a bolt of fire explodes from his hand and slams into the already wounded soldier. the pearl set into his ring glows faintly as he fires off the spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight, knife\nTo hit: [roll]1d20+9[/roll]\nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n\nMove action to get into hole 2 (where I am ordering the soldiers to move to, which they can make in one move action cause their movement speed is 60ft. so they can still attack milonian group 4.\n\nThen standard action, once I am in the hole, I am firing a Kelgores fire bolt at any soldier that is not disabled or dying, if the soldiers wiped out all three men then I instead fire the bolt at the Milonian who is attacking Ilane with the revolver. Then I am re-preparing the firebolt with my pearl of power\n\nFirebolt damage: [roll]5d6[/roll]\nReflex for half damage DC 15\n\nSangius\nAC: 19 + cover\nCloud of knives: 3 rounds\nHaste: 4 rounds\n+ 1 to reflex saves\n \n\n\nEDIT: for some reason some of my rolls won't work and now that I went back and tried to edit the code to try to get it to work it is accusing me of cheating, and the rolls still don't work, sigh\nIts back to good old invisible castle: Firebolt 5d6 = 22 \nKnife to hit: 1d20+9 = 10 " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"You get a bit in front of me and I'll follow from behind. Shout for me if you need help and stay safe.\" Eris shouts to the pilot, muttering something about covering fire for the two miles and stepping another five feet forward before turning about and drawing his rifle. He fires once at any unconscious Milonian in his sight, hoping to kill.\n\nrolls\n \n Spoiler \n(range unaccounted for)\nto-hit (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \ndamage (1d12)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "rolls\n \n Spoiler \nCritical Hit confirm: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nCritical hit damage: (2d12)[ 17 ] \n \n\n \"HEY.\" he shouts back to the pilot.\n \"If you want to experience the joy of an infantry man for a stint I can toss you a pistol.\" \nEris is standing straight up, not taking cover. Possibly drawing attention to him mostly uninjured self on purpose to cover for the pilot and the others.\n\n \"CLEAR OUT THE ONES FAKING UNCONCIOUSNESS! LET NO MAN THAT DID NOT SURRENDER SURVIVE!\" he screams to the nearest miles that just arrived. Perhaps it would intimidate the opposition. These fallen ones wouldn't become wounded in action and rejoin their comrades later, oh no. Too bad they didn't surrender.\n\nFortitude + Important Question Relevant to Fortitude\n \n Spoiler \nFortitude: -1\nMy fortitude is currently -1 but I have the Monk Feat: Deflect Arrows\nMy prior question as to wheter I'd be allowed to instead 'deflect bullet' was not answered.\nIf this is the case I should be at vanilla injury modifier and be able to deflect one bullet this round and every round where I am aware of the attack/s.\nI'm ok with it if it is not, but then I'd like to pick the other feat offered at monk level 2 instead if at all possible. Thanks.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll: (1d20+6)[ 7 ] Full out Power Attacking\nDamage: (2d6+18)[ 23 ] \nIf he drops one, he'll cleave at the next one.\n Attack Roll: (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (2d6+18)[ 24 ] \nYep, yet again a number below 5. I'm just going to give up on rolling entirely.\n \n\n \"Hmm, not bad. But lets see how you deal with this.\" \n\nTightening his grip on his weapon, Gaius unleashes a massive attack at the Milonian infront of him, swinging with all the power of his massive frame." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Could Selv post for this round? Thanks.}}" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus is not confident of his ability toe-to-toe. From cover at the ridge, he tries to line up a shot at one of the Milonian groups not in melee. After the crack of the rifle, he slams another round into the breach and prepares to do so again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack rolls (1d20+6=13, 1d12=9) at Group 4 (if I'm not mistaken).\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Still waiting on Ilane}}" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Zafuel \n {{Still waiting on Ilane}} \n \n\nThe impatience...shakes head, waggeles finger" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" May the power of Mars compel you. To die! Oh and idiot with that revolver Mars protects me from petty bullets. \"\n\nSwinging for whichever of the two trying to stab me look more injured.\n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1D8+3)[ 9 ] \n\n{posty post}\n\nAnd if any of the Miles are down - someone shout me, ill disengage these 2 ASAP." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \nAtticus, the Duplicarius and his squad open fire. The shots mostly hit the mud on the shell-hole lip, but one snakes through and hits a Milonian squarely in the chest. He is hurt, but not fatally, and clutches his rifle tightly as he fires back.\nTwo scything bayonets are lunged at Ilane, but she turns them aside with a deceptive grace.\nAs one Milonian lunges forward with his bayonet, the other scrambles for the edge of the hole, abandoning his companion to his fate. The bayonet misses, and Gaius swings down his sword in an arc of destruction, but the Milonian is able to avoid the heavy blade.\n\nThe four Aeolians break cover, the outlines blurred with speed, dropping down into the hole on top of the Milonians before they can react. Steel blades slice into the enemy soldiers; two manage to turn the sharp bayonets away in turn, one cries out in agony as a blade slices through his shoulder, and one falls backwards into the mud as his eyes glaze over. Three more Aeolians arrive, not gifted with Sangius speed, dropping down into the trench and raising bladed rifles at the enemy.\nSeeing the carnage inflicted by the Aeolians, the Milonian soldiers from the farthest ridge break cover and head towards the battle.\n\nGunshots ring out at the Aeolians in the right shell hole, but the shots, tempered by terror, are wildly inaccurate. The Aeolians return fire; two shots hitting the sheltering enemy soldiers. One shouts out a garbled prayer in Milonian as he drops backwards into the mud, the other a curse and a groan of agony.\nEris and the pilot turn and start heading back towards the battle. A shot rings out from the rifle in Eris' hands; it is a master stroke of aiming, and halfway across the battlefield, a Milonian drops, not even knowing he was hit as he passes into the light. The pilot looks at the revolver in his hand, then removes a large metal pinecone shaped object from his pocket. It looks similar to the one that the Thunderbolt dropped.\n \"One left,\" he grins, \"courtesy of the Pteron Legions. Does your commander need a hand?\" \n\nIlane's flail rips into another Milonian, and he winces in agony.\nThe same red-tinged heat haze surrounds Sangius, just behind the Aeolian troops as he drops down into the shell hole. The flames leap at the wounded soldier, and for a moment, he stands as the fire consumes him, then his eyes glaze over and his body is swallowed up in blazing light.\nSangius' dagger leaps away with a mind of its own, slamming into one of the Milonians facing Gaius, and leaving a bloody trail across the man's uniform.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry about the lateness of this round; took me a while to get my act together.\n\n(1) Milonian Group 1 - One okay, two disabled\n(2)Milonian Group 2 - Two on (-2) , one disabled\n(3)Milonian Group 3 - All okay\n(2)Milonian Group 4 - One on (-2) , one on (-1) , one disabled\n(2)Milonian Group 5 - One disabled, one on (-3) , one fleeing\n(1)Milonian Group 6 - One on (-1) , two disabled\n (0)Milonian Autogunners - All disabled \n\n(5)Aeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant) – All okay\n(3)Aeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay\n(4)Aeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay\n(4)Aeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nBear - Disabled (ouch :( )\n\nSangius - (-2), in hole 2\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), ridge 4\nEris - (-1), with pilto\nIlane - (0), ridge 1\n \n\n\n@Eris\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry, missed your question. I would prefer you to use the other feat, I think \"deflect bullets\" strains credibility somewhatt. 😁 Sorry for not answering sooner.\nI just feel that ignoring a bullet every round is going to be... insane, when you're not going to be hit by more than one at a time.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius surveys the field as another of his knives subconsciously fly into one of the milonians next to him. He then assaults one of the Milonians still standing with his bayonet. \"Keep at least two of them alive, tie them up so we can take them back for interrogation, get the important looking ones. As for the rest...Kill them all.\" He orders to then men around him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight, I shoot a knife at Milonian in my hole\nTo Hit: (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n\nthen I make a full Attack action to attack twice at any milonian still standing. I don't know how much damage a bayonet deals but it Do two attacks at +2\n\nI will also cast Electronic vengeance on any milonian who wounds me (immediate action) which deals 2d8 +5 damage to whoever wounded me (with a melee attack)\n\n Sangius \nAC: 19 + cover\nCloud of knives: 2 rounds\nHaste: 3 rounds\n+ 1 to reflex saves\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+6)[ 20 ] Full out power attack\n (1d20+19)[ 24 ] That should've been 2d6+19, not 1d20. My mind has gone somewhere else it appears.\n \n\n\nGaius swings again at the nearest Milonian, praying to Mars that he'll manage to finally hit." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThanks for the answer. Oh and Ilane? I just thought of something funny: 'The Power of Mars compels you bitch!' Lol. Just something I thought Ilane might shout at the Millies someday.\n \n\n\nEris taps the pilot with a third charge from his cure wand then moves to give him some cover. \" Sure . I ' m glad we are able to teach each other something , he grins. Up up and away !\"" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus grimaces as he shoulders the rifle. (Our centurion calls on Mars to help her overcome the Milonian invocations of Mars. Ha!) Distracted by his thoughts, the shot is poorly aimed and he struggles to reload.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20+6=8, 1d12=9 \n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Ilane?}}" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Zafuel \n {{Ilane?}} \n \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Exeson \n The impatience...shakes head, waggeles finger* \n \n\nyou are a very impatient girl, that's naughty. :P" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Since Stimpius hasn't posted, and I know pretty much what he's going to do, I guess I'll just post this round now. Sorry for the delay.}}\n\n\n\n The Battle \nAtticus opens fire, but his rifle shot is far wide. The Aeolians also let loose rifle fire, but they too are unable to find a hit. Finally, the Duplicarius aims, fires, and the bullet slams into one of the Milonians hard. The man screams in agony, then drops into the mud and ceases to move.\nTwo of the Milonians stab out at Ilane. The first bayonet is parried, but the second finds purchase, slicing into the centurion's guts.\nAs his companion flees, the last Milonian soldier fighting Gaius makes a desperate strike with his long bayonet. Pushing off of his rear leg, Gaius pushes the attack away and brings down his sword with all of his strength. The Milonian is ripped apart, dropping to the ground is a mess of stained mud and uniform.\n\nThe Aeolians pile into the trench, slashing out with morbid efficency into the enemy soldiers. The first bayonet slices through the soldier's neck, and his eyes glaze over as he drops into the muddy ground. Another plunges the bayonet into the Milonian's chest, and he collapses to the ground with a spluttered prayer. As the Aeolians fill the hole, none of the Milonian infantry remain.\n\nThe firefight to the right of the crashed pteros continues. The Milonian bullets fail to find their targets but as the Aeolians return fire; a single shot strikes the soldier in the shoulder. He grimaces in pain, but continues the fight.\nThe pilot, the revolver in one hand and the ignis charge in the other, sprints forwards, reaching the ridge where Atticus and the Aeolians are sheltering.\nThe last of the pilot's injuries dissolve with a burst of silvery light from Eris' wand.\nThere is a crack of bone as Ilane's flail strikes, and the Milonian doubles up in pain as he collapses to the ground.\nSangius swings his bayonet, but the soldiers have already been cut down by the Aeolian strikes. They are wounded and bleeding on the ground of the wet hole.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nA very succesful round for everyone this time; the Milonian numbers are certainly dwindling.\n\n(1) Milonian Group 1 - One okay, two disabled\n(1)Milonian Group 2 - One on (-2), two disabled\n(3)Milonian Group 3 - All okay\n (0)Milonian Group 4 - All disabled \n (0)Milonian Group 5 - Two disabled, one fleeing \n(1)Milonian Group 6 - One on (-1), two disabled\n (0)Milonian Autogunners - All disabled \n\n(5)Aeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant) – All okay\n(3)Aeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay\n(4)Aeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay\n(4)Aeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay\nBear - Disabled (ouch :( )\n\nSangius - (-2), in hole 2\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), ridge 4\nEris - (-1), with pilto\nIlane - (0), ridge 1 (Injury check, DC 16) \n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "((Is the pilot fully healed now or did I heal myself that round?))" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "((Sorry, I missed your actions. Corrected now. Yes, he's now fully healed.))" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus unthinkingly attempts an awkward half-salute while still resting on his elbows and holding the rifle with both hands.\n \"Ave, Pteronaut. Is that what I think it is?\" \nHe briefly describes who is in each shell-hole, to the best of his knowledge.\n \"How far can you throw that thing?\" \n \n Spoiler \nEither way, Aticus will move forward to Hole 7. I imagine it's a Move action to stand, another to move, and a free action to take cover. If I've action left over, though, I'll take a snapshot at any Milonian I can see that is ot in melee- +6 to hit.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius kicks a milonian who is still conscious, he then signals for the Aeolian soldiers in the shell hole with him to charge the ridge where the centurion is battling. He then turns to and shouts to Atticus \"looks like we have them on the back foot! Get the men to secure the auto gun, engine and anything else that looks important! Eris - Don't let that Pilot die on us!\" Sangius himself then runs to the ridge himself and attacks any milonians still standing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nmove action to get to the ridge, standard action to attack.\n Sangius \nAC: 19 + cover\nCloud of knives: 1 rounds\nHaste: 2 rounds\n+ 1 to reflex saves\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "(Thanks)\n\n \"Heeee's fine! He's no momma's boy (I checked!). He knows a little danger does him well.\" \n\nEris fires his rifle twice, rapidly, reloading and refiring with incredible speed, not bothering with cover at all as he stands where he last was when the pilot produced his bomb.\n\nbang\n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n (1d12)[ 4 ] \n(20 actually, that's a +5)\n\n \"Say, I think you guys won this battle.\" he continues nonchalantly. \"Remember to slaughter their wounded!\" \n\ncrack\n (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n (1d12)[ 5 ] \n\nEris' first priority are enemies targeting to flee, then enemies who are conscious and in the least cover possible except full cover and then enemies who are unconcious and in sight. (they should be easy to hit with 0 dex :P)" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Moechi_Vill \n snip \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nUm... How can Eris fire twice if reloading is a move action?\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Spoiler \n(Combat Style: Ranged)\nRapid Reload: A move action to reload becomes a free action, or something like that. I think a full action to reload becomes a standard action (or maybe a move action? Nah, standard action.).\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAh!, how stupid of me not to remember that\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " Gaius \n\nGaius is going to charge Ridge 2, screaming like a madman.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'll let you roll, as the board roller seems to hate me today.\nSorry bout the delay,\n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \n Atticus, the Pilot and the Aeolians \nAtticus, accompanied by the pilot, rush forwards into the shell-hole a bit further ahead.\n\n \"It's an ignis charge, and not far,\" the pilot says as they run, \"It's heavy. But I'd be more concerned with getting your commander out before I throw it in.\" He gives that lopsided grin again as they take cover.\n\nAs Atticus and the pilot take up cover in the hole, five Aeolians drop down and take up cover, preparing rifles for another shot. The duplicarius seeks out the Immune:\n\n \"We should be going, sir. Cato reckons Milly is going for a counterattack.\" \n Ilane, Gaius and the Aeolians \nA Milonian bayonet lunges out at Ilane, but it is parried with relative ease.\nEven as the bodies of the Milonian team lie on the ground, Gaius pulls himself out of the hole and, pushing off powerful legs, throws himself at the next ridge. The furious cry rings out across the battlefield as he reaches the ridge.\n\nOne can almost hear the sound of heroic trumpets as the waves of Aeolan troops scale the ridge to join Ilane in the fight. A few of the bayonets are turned aside, but three cut into Milonian troops with a sickening ease. The first twists his face into a silent scream, baring the pain. Luck saves the second and he steps back, leaving only a scratch. But no such luck is present for the third; the devestatingly accurate bayonet takes its toll, and he collapses backwards into the mud.\n\n Eris \nEris fires off two shots from his rifle, one is wide, but one cuts down the Milonian fleeing from Gaius' hole and he drops down hard into the mud.\nThe firefight to the right of the crashed plane continues. The last man in the hole manages to score a hit, but the Aeolan soldier holds out regardless.\nEven as two Aeolan bullets hit the Milonian soldier, he reloads his rifle for another shot.\n\n Ilane and Sangius \nThe wound in Ilane's side is grevious, but the brave centurion continues the fight regardless.\nIlane's flail swings around again, perhaps fortified by the sudden appearance of eight more Aeolan soldiers. The soldier hit by the flail stumbles, but raises his bayonet for the counterstrike.\nSangius swings his bayonet, but the soldiers have already been cut down by the Aeolian strikes. They are wounded and bleeding on the ground of the wet hole.\n\nSangius too, drops down along with Ilane and the Aeolians. He stabs out with his bayonet. The attack is a masterstroke of accuracy, and the Milonian is impaled completely as he dies, never seeing the flash of silver as the blade hit him.\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n\n(1) Milonian Group 1 - One okay, two disabled\n (1)Milonian Group 2 - All disabled \n(3)Milonian Group 3 - One on (-1), two okay\n (0)Milonian Group 4 - All disabled \n (0)Milonian Group 5 - Two disabled, one fleeing \n(1)Milonian Group 6 - One on (-1), two disabled\n (0)Milonian Autogunners - All disabled \n\n(5)Aeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant), All okay, hole 7\n(3)Aeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay, hole 4\nBear - Disabled (ouch :( )\n\nSangius - (-2), in hole 2\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), hole 7\nEris - (-1), with pilto\nIlane - (-1), ridge 1\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "With maddening glee Eris takes aim and fires twice at any unconcious Milonians. He moves a step forward.\n\naim (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \nbullet pierces for (1d12)[ 6 ] \n\naim (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nbullet pierces for (1d12+5)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Very good, duplicarius. We're not here to fight a battle, after all.\" \n\nAdjusting his voice to a shout, Atticus continues \"Coalition! Withdraw! Ignis in hand! Counterattack anticipated!\" (...and I hope I don't get court-martialled for trying to persuade a centurion to stop fighting.) \n\nAdressing the pilot this time, \"I have your dashboard notes, captain. Anything else left hereabouts that we ought to take home?\" \n\nHoping to keep the Milonians in a state of fear, Atticus takes another shot at one of the distant Milonians not engaged in hand-to-hand fighting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20+6=13, 1d12=8 \n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius orders his men \"you herd him, grab two of the unconscious enemies as prisoners and retreat\" He then turns to Ilane \"Centurion, we better get moving or the counter attack will be costly.\" He then shouts over to Gaius \"Get back to our trenches, Geminus vicis!\" Sangius himself runs back, taking cover in a shell hole.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Right issuing the commands and then double moving to hole 7.\n\nSangius\nAC: 19 + cover\nHaste: 1 round\n+ 1 to reflex saves\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n{{Hi sorry for my serious lack of posting. It is not because I had forgotten about the thread but more because I was in hospital. I will spare you the details but i have had to have my apendix out as well as two blood transfusions and some form of electrode thing put into me (kinda like a pacemaker) after my heart stopped beating once. So if you would forgive me for the lack of posting im back hopefully good to play again. :) }}\n\nWill post later - lesson shortly" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "hugz Stimpius" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "((You're Back!! Glomps*))" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nGood to see you again Stimpius. 😁\nGlad to know everyone's still playing. Next round will come ASAP, after Mavian has posted.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"Sorry Boy, but I guess I can't stay and play\" \n\nBowing to the soldiers ahead of him, he's going to withdraw back to his previous location" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nIf there is any still up and in attackable range this round she will do that.\n\nOtherwise\n\n\" Aeolians, FALL BACK! Orderly now. \"\n\nOn the off chance that there are the notes still in the aircraft she will grab them, then mutter a quick spell to mars and place herself under its effect.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting bears endurance\n \n\n\nIf we get out unmolested she will go around spontaneously casting CLW's on people and CM's if needed :)" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \n Atticus, the Pilot and the Aeolians \nAs the Aeolians start preparing to fall back around him, Atticus lets loose another shot from his rifle, but it is far wide of the mark.\n\n \"I think we've got everything worth getting. We should probably destroy the engine block if we're not taking it.\" \n\nFollowing their commander's example, the Aeolians open fire at the distant Milonian soldier as they prepare to head back towards friendly ground. The shots hit, but the two Milonians bite back the pain and continue the fighting regardless.\n\n Gaius and the Aeolians \nAs Gaius skids round, charging back towards his previous position, a rifle shot slams into his back like a burning arrow.\n\nHearing Sangius' command, the Aeolians heave two of the Milonians upwards and climb back over the ridge.\n\n Eris \nEris is like an angel of death, striding over the battlefield. A Milonian raises a shaky hand from the mud on the ground, even as Eris bullet slices into him and sends him backwards into the light.\n\nThe firefight near the pteros continues, the last Milonian being cut down by Aeolan bullets as they too prepare to fall back.\n\n Ilane and Sangius \nIlane, now deprived of targets, mutters a prayer to her war god. A shimmering of light surrounds her as the spell takes its effect. She climbs back over the ridge, and starts to head back towards the friendly trenches.\nHelping to support a wounded Milonian, Sangius sprints across to Atticus' hole, calling out his commands to any Aeolian that will listen.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSmaller round today, looks like everyone's headin' home.\n\n(1) Milonian Group 1 - One okay, two disabled\n (1)Milonian Group 2 - All disabled \n(3)Milonian Group 3 - Two on (-1), one okay\n (0)Milonian Group 4 - All disabled \n (0)Milonian Group 5 - Two disabled, one fleeing \n (1)Milonian Group 6 - All disabled \n (0)Milonian Autogunners - All disabled \n\n(5)Aeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant), All okay, hole 7\n(3)Aeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay, hole 4\n\nSangius - (-2), in hole 7\nGaius - (-1), ridge 3\nAtticus - (-2), hole 7\nEris - (-1), on battlefield near to ridge 4\nIlane - (-1), ridge 1\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius shouts out to Atticus, \"Do you need anything else from the Aeropteros or can I destroy it?\" as he continues to retreat.\n\n \n Spoiler \nif Atticus replies yes then I will double move to hole 6 but if he doesn't need anything else I will make a single move to ridge 4 and then fire a Kelgore's fire bolt at the engine.\n\nSangius\nAC: 19 + cover\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Hey! Where's my Pilot-bear? I don't think he's said anything for the last ten seconds. Look after him you sods!\"\n\"Not you Centurion!! Didn't mean you!\" \n\nEris chatters away as he grabs the nearest unconcious Milonian he can find, knowing his paladinhood to be safe as long as they don't verbally surrender. Those hands, hard to know what they meant. He starts making his way back to the friendly lines with the milly-toy." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Grab the autogun, if you can. Then let's blow it and go home.\" \n \n Spoiler \nIf Sangius or any Aeolian is strugglign with weight, Atticus will stop to help them. Otherwise, he'll move back to wards the Aeolan lines. First one home makes the tea?\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nFort Save : (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nGaius grunts as he is once again struck by a shot and muttering under his breath he continues his retreat towards the plane." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI might not have access for a week or more, but it is probably ok. I'm in Australia and going north.\n \n\n \"I'll make the tea Atticus. Milly 'aint got nothing on us except horrendous numbers!\" Eris jumps from hole to hole backwards towards his own line, searching out his favorite card." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battle \n Atticus, the Pilot and the Aeolians \nAtticus lopes over the battlefield, flanked by the Aeolians and the Duplicarius. They pass over the ridge, and nearly make it to the far back hole. The pilot, meanwhile, ducks into the wreckage of muslin wings and wooden struts, heaving the autogun up and planting the glowing orange charge in its place. He runs across the swampy ground as the orange glows rises. The sound is heard across the battlefield as the whole pteros is consumed in bright orange flame.\n\n Gaius and the Aeolians \nGaius stumbles a bit as the bullet hits him, but continues nonetheless. He passes the plane wreckage as the pilot rolls clear and the ruined machine goes up in a rush of flame.\nThe Aeolian soldiers in the nearby hole are falling back as well now, reaching the hole on the same line as Atticus and the others.\n\n Eris \nAs Atticus and the Aeolians trudge through the far back hole, they are joined by Eris, heaving a Milonian duplicarius under his arm.\n\n Ilane and Sangius \nSlightly miffed at losing the oppotunity to destroy the plane, Sangius joins Atticus and Eris in the far hole.\n\nIlane parries the lunges of Milonian bayonets and falls back, reaching a hole quite near to the pyre of the aeropteros .\n\n Above \nThe prowling Thunderbolt loops round, but the drone of its engines is joined by another sound. From the Milonian side of the battlefield, two more planes, daubed with the broken diamond symbol of the Alliance have emerged.\n\nThe duplicarius whispers to the occupants of the hole:\n\n \"I'd feel a lot more comfortable in the trench, no?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nKettle's on!\n\nRight, Atticus, Sangius and Eris are in hole 6, along with most of the Aeolians, where they can make it back to the trench next turn.\nGaius is about level with the burning pteros (two rounds away), and Ilane is in hole 3 (three).\n\n(5)Aeolan Group 1 (Four soldiers plus sergeant), All okay, hole 6 with Atticus\n(3)Aeolan Group 2 (Three soldiers) – One on (-1), two okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 3 (Four soldiers) – All okay, ridge 1\n(4)Aeolan Group 4 (Four soldiers) – All okay, hole 4\n\nSangius - (-2), in hole 6\nGaius - (-2), between burning plane wreckage and hole 4\nAtticus - (-2), hole 6, nearly home\nEris - (-1), hole 6\nIlane - (-1), ridge 1\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"Move it men, all of you get back to the trenchs NOW!, once you get back search those men and get them tied up nice and tight, no one is to harm or talk to them until I get back, understood?\" Says Sangius, sounding a bit too happy. he motions to Atticus \"Until The Centurian and I return you are in command, make sure my orders are carried out. I shall wait for Gaius and the Centurian\" He then turns his attention to one of the Milonian planes. The is a spark and a flash of light as a flaming rock speeds from his hand towards one of the planes with abnormal accuracy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSangius\nAC: 18 + cover\n\nfireing a kelgores fire bolt at one of the milonian planes, targeting the engine\nDamage: (5d6)[ 12 ] . If the plane somehow gets a reflex save it is at DC 15\nThen using a move action to drop prone in the hole to maxamise cover.\n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus salutes to conceal his relief at being ordered into cover. Despite the heat of the moment, his poker-face also conceals a spark of amusement at being told to search prisoners without touching them." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "((Oh, you know what I meant, no one is to slap them arround, edited for your convenience. 🫤 happy?😛 ))" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n{{Sorry again computer died had to get it fixed not had internet access should be back to my usual one a day}}\n\n\" Atticus get those men back now! \"\n\nWatching Sangius take aim at one of the planes she decides on a different tactic.\n\nFirstly she sends up a prayer and words of power to Mars and he blesses her with the protection of the spell.\n\n{{Activating Magic Vestement}}\n\nThen she will stand in the open and scream up to the skies,\n\n\" You can see me, come and get me! \"" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Eris \n \"Cool! Errr, hot rather. You're throwing fire at a plane.\" Eris smiles as the necromancer and continues carrying the Duplicarious back to the trenches with whatever miles he can conscript for the task." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "{{Good to see you again, Stimpius. Round coming as soon as Mavian posts.}}" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius is going stumble back towards the rest of the troops, moving as quickly as he can." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Trench \n(Moving away from round-by-round action for everyone out of the fight at the moment.)\n\nAtticus, Eris and the pilot both push their way through barbed way and lower themselves into the Aeolan trench.\n\nA tired looking Immune looks up the officers' dugout.\n\n \"Good to see you, two. Immune Lycia Naevius Aquila.\" She frowns, noticing an absence of officers.\n\n \"Your centurion? Optio?\" \n\nEven as the two suboptios catch their breath, the remaining Aeolan soldiers wearily scale the ladder and head back to the milites dugout.\nGaius is trudging back towards home, where you can almost hear the whistle of a kettle through the smoky air. He reaches the trench, where he is greeted by Immune Aquila.\n\n The Battleground \n Ilane \nA glow surrounds Ilane as another of Mars' blessings fortifies the soldier. The Centurion calls out her challenge to the skies.\n\n Sangius \nThe arcane flaming stone lances upwards from Sangius towards the first of the Milonian planes. The rock just misses, but the fire ignites the blue-dyed muslin, cackling flames starting to consume the wing as the pilot banks around. Sangius drops down into cover as the flames start eating away at the enemy plane.\n\n The Planes \nTwo white-blue shapes drop from the Milonian planes, even as the pilot tries to extinguish the flames creeping up the wing. One drops into the mud with no hint that anything has happened, but the others erupts in a sudden flash of energy. Shrapnel is blasted in all directions, slicing into Ilane. Most are deflecting by the Centurion's various defenses, but a couple strike deeply.\nThe Aeolan plane opens fire, the autogun rattling away, peppering the wings of the undamaged plane, but otherwise dealing very little damage.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInjury check for Ilane, please. DC 16.\n\nGaius - (-2), Atticus - (-2), Eris - (-1) - BAck at the Trench\n\nIlane - (-1), ridge 1\nSangius - (-2), in hole 6\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius pops his head up from the lip of the shell hole. \"Centurian! I think we better get back to our lines, Maa'm\" he shouts over before taking cover again, readying himself to leap out of the way in case more bombs are dropped or one of the planes decides to sweep the hole with its machine guns.\n\n@Stimpius\n \n Spoiler \nSuggested course of action: get out of there. that is all. 🙂\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"The Centurion and Optio were late for the party, so it seems they've decided to dance a little bit longer ma'am, they should be here shortly.\" \n\nGaius says as he slumps against the wall of the trench" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Eris \n \"Ah, she's like Athena's brother. She wants to take down the entire hostile aeroforce and army at the same time. We left a good number of soldiers to cover her retreat when she starts to feel poorly or vastly outnumbered. Personally I was busy taking care of recovering the primary objective, acting as the field cleric, taking prisoners, killing off the enemy wounded and my friend Atticus here was concentrating on getting all our officer's and men back alive! The necromancer and utilitarian focused on directing friendly troops. Anyway, I better go find some clerics to reinforce my wand! Oh, and this here is your pilot and one enemy duplicarius. I suppose you will organize their accomodations?\" \n \"Thank you!\" Eris throws the pilot a last smile.\n\nHe makes his way over to the command tent and relates the entire battle and what he just said to a superior officer but goes on...\n \"She's a good soldier, she kept the enemies off us with our strong friend but you should make any one of us leader rather than her. Like Atticus, he stays behind and thinks until it is time to act. The Necromancer shows a keen tactical mind. I myself would put the overall objectives over the pursuit of Mars' glory. Centurion Ilane does not keep her cool and consequently she veers of the main objectives immediately. She stormed the enemy and allowed her command to deteriorate to a narrow field of vision, ordering only fire support and general strategy barely within hearing range. She should have ordered another one of us to do what she did, allowing her to actually lead instead of forcing a makeshift network of command of operations over on her subordinates.\nShe is the best material for Optio I have ever seen in action and the worst Centurion.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nFirst off good thing i didn't hear that and can justify everything she did. So we'll go down that path when she gets back.\n\n FortSave - (1D20+5)[ 18 ] (+2 from bears endurance (+4 con) - 1 from injury already sustained. ) DC16\n\n\" Come on Sangius, time to go home. We've bought the other's enough time, now I hope they got what they were coming for. Damn meetings. \"\n\nWith that she will turn and run (4x speed :D) Back to her own lines and trenches :)" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Battlefield \nIlane is in full retreat now, back towards the safety of Aeolan trenches. Bombs erupt across the wrecked ground as the Centurion reaches the Suboptio, and the two head back to the trench\nThe sounds of sudden explosions can be heard in the officers' dugout as the bomber payloads are dropped over Aeolan trenches. The drone of Milonian Venator and Coalition Thunderbolt engines all blurs into one hum, rising and falling as they speed past.\n\nFinally, as it starts to rain, they come into sight of the trenches. Home.\n\n The Dugout \nAquila motions to one of her milites , who leads the Milonian duplicarius out of the dugout.\n\n \"Suboptio Fabius has taken your watch, Immune Vicio. I suggest you get some rest as soon as possible, all of you.\" \n\nImmune Aquila turns to the pilot, looking a little worse for wear.\n\n \"You'll probably want to call your Legatus Caeli , let them know you made it back.\" \n\nThe pilot nods, and moves towards the teline connection.\n\nOutside, there comes sounds of explosions and shaking as bombs hit the ground around the shelter.\n\nShe starts handing out clay mugs of a lukewarm vis .\n\n \"It'll help against the cold. Exactly what happened?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nRight, since we're out of combat for a bit, does anyone have any comments or criticisms about my DMing?\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius walks slowly into the dug out, holding his side where his bullet wound is. he will wait for Aquila to salute him before saluting back, as is proper decorum. He then nods over to the Centurion,\n \"I am Sangius Mens Volatilis, necromancer by trade, this is our Centurion Ilane - I suggest you get some medical attention for her pronto. I trust you have been informed of what took place? If not then one of my Suboptimos will write up the report for you.\" , Sangius's words are rather clipped, taking on a tone of authority, it is clear that he is in his element. He slowly leans against the wall.\n \"Now I understand we took two or three prisoners? I hope my orders were carried out. I wish to have the first crack at them myself,\" Turning to Ilane, \"if that is alright with you Centurion?\" without waiting for a reply he turns to Atticus,\n \"Now about that makeshift lab, how long will it take?\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "(It's good. No time to post right now. I suppose Eris made his way to the officers in the meantime to relate his minor diatribe.)" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Thanks, Aquila. May heaven smile on Suboptio Fabius, because I could do with a sit-down.\" \n\nAtticus holds on to a mug of vis, breathing in the vapours thankfully. When Sangius begins speaking, in his best tones of authority, Atticus almost unconsciously straightens up and adopts a serious expression- somewhat incongruously, still holding the mug in his right hand.\n\n \"I managed to get some glassware, back in the dugout. The Aesculapian Sisters have more you might find useful, agar and ethanol, but they're short on supplies themselves and I wasn't sure what you'd want. I spoke to the matron, and if you've some money to spend they're telling an equipment order to HQ tomorrow.\" \n\nLike the other soldiers, Atticus is looking around for someone who can attend to his wounds." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "One of the other soldiers is rumaging through his pack on the table. He eventually emerges with a field medical bag and gestures to Atticus. He removes a clay bottle recognisable as being sanens gel; a cure spell in external form.\n\n \"You'll want to get those treated, sir. I'll need to remove the bullet before using the sanens . If I banage it up tonight, it'll probably repair before the end of tomorow.\" \n\nHearing Sangius' comments about \"taking a crack\" at the prisoners-of-war, Aquila frowns.\n\n \"You'll have to talk to the Tribune about questioning the soldiers. They'll probably end up in Aiae pretty quickly to be honest. What sort of information were you looking for? \" \n\nAs Ilane enters, Aquila looks up.\n\n \"Centurion! What the hell happened out there?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nRunning back into her own lines she takes one look up and down.\n\n\" Okay first off - take those medical kits away. We need these troops fighting fit and now. That can be used in emergencies - mine will replenish easier and faster than that. You there ,\"\n\nshe will point at the miles who got hit, \" come over here. \" When he walks over she will place her hands on his wound - mutter a few words and watch as it heals over and the bullet is pushed out.\n\nThen dropping spells to spontaneously cast she will do,\n\nSangius\nGauis\nAtticus\nEris\n\nfor cure lights.\n\nThen she'll drop all 5, 0 level spells (figured equiv of 2 -3 injuries if this isnt right your call.)\n\nThen she'll do\n\nIf 2 - Sangius and herself.\nIf 3 - Sangius Gaius and herself.\n\n\" As to what happened, it was a sodding ambush. As myself and Sangius turned up, my other 3 officers you see here, were escorting the pilot of a downed areotropius back to our own lines. I bought them the time needed, and went for the back for the enemy groups, cutting off any quick runners they could send back to their own lines for support whilst our own support came. Then on the fallback, I hope someone grabbed the notes from the areotropius as was ordered. Two enemy planes turned up, and I ordered a full tactical withdrawl from our own men, as I stood to draw the planes fire. Whilst some may see this as a foolish thing to do, I had protective magics up which protected me better than any other of my officers could have hoped to have been protected. Sangius here took out one of the planes himself before we had to withdraw. \"" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Why thank you Centurion Ilane. Tis a merry day indeed, to be victorious is life!\" \n\nHe could make a report later he supposed." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus pales when the medic mentions removing the bullet, and is positively green by the time it drops from forceps to pan with a metallic clang. \n We've got the pilot's notes and, I'm glad to say, the pilot himself - nodding absently to the captain to acknowledge his rank- I lost track of Augurius and Ulysis in the fray. Did they get back? " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius grins wolfishly \"Everything they know...and more, I am a scientist and scientists must run experiments\" . At Atticus's question he turns around to face the man \"I'm more interested in where the Tribune who sent us into that ambush is.\" he says, \"I have quite a few things to discuss with him.\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"Augurius and Ulysis did make it back, a few minutes before you did. Ulysis is on a watch soon, but Augurius will be in the dugout if you want to speak with him.\" \n\nAquila seems as if she's about to say something to Optio Sangius, then thinks better of it.\n\n \"Tribune Caepio is with the Legatus at the moment. I'm sure they are discussing something fairly similar, sir. If you-\" \n\nThe Immune is interrupted as an Optio wearing Raen Pteron Legions uniform enters the dugout. He salutes to Ilane.\n\n \"Ma'am, I have the aerial surveillance of Milly trenches for you. Cato wants your officers to look over them before the big push next week. He starts laying the map out on the table. Now, here is your target on Milly's trenches...\" \n\nHe breaks off, looking down at Gaius.\n\n \"Are you alright, Suboptio?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n XP For Everyone \n- Everyone recieves 900 XP for defeating the two Milonian squads with Aeolan assistance.\n- The pilot recieves a name: Gaius Aemillus Nepos.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius grunts as his wounds are taken care of, his already pale face turning ashen white. He steadily gets to his feet, and moves oner to the map, \"well then, show us man!\" he says sounding impatient." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nAfter checking aroudn to make sure all the Mile's made it back safe and as many are healed as possible she will walk over to the map.\n\n\" Very well lets see it. \"\n\nThen directing to the officers\n\n\" Boys ill outline hte plan as we go through the map. \"" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Eris coddles the widdle flybear a bit further then gets him a cup of coffee.\n \n\"So Ace. What you seen in the skies of yesteryear? I hope you don't go through this every day!\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Gaius is going to look up blearily from the side of the trench were he'd managed to fall asleep.\n\n \"'m fine, Sir, just comin down of a battle high.\" He yawns and stretches, wincing when he moves against the bullet holes in his back. \"Although I appear to have been shot at some point, wonder when that happened.\" " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"Some predicted that the artillery bombardment would prove catostrophicly ineffectual, others feared that the Avitus' famous cavalry assaults would appear again. But no-one anticipated what was to happen.\n- Quintus Salvius, historian\" \n\nAs the medics and Ilane continue to work to repair injuries, the Raen Pteron Legions officer continues to explain the plan.\n\n \"Currently, the Raen and Milonian fleets are engaged in an ongoing conflict in the Aeolan Gulf. One of the goals of this attack is to provide assistance to the Raen Navy in that battle.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n \"Milonian ships in the Aeolan Gulf are based from three ports: Intonia, Hispae and a habour on the island of Saltorii. Once we've broken through the Milonian lines, the infantry will split into two attacks, one on Intonia and one on Hispae.\nYour century will be part of the attack on Intonia, and will remain in the town following the battle.\" \n\nHe indicates the two arrows representing the infantry attacks.\n\n \"Meanwhile, the Raen Navy will be attacking the ships based in Saltorii Harbour. Without the three ports, the Milonian fleet will be forced to abandon the Battle of the Aeolan Gulf. If all goes well, we'll be in a strong position to take the rest of the Laerus region. From there...\" \nThe pilot lets the sentence hanging, leaving the obvious ending to the imagination." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Awwwww he's a good boy oh yes he is!\" Eris hugs the pilot as he looks over the map.\n\n \"That sounds great.\" he says, letting go.\n \"Too bad about not being allowed to kill civilians.\" he muses.\n\n \"Aaah, I can always execute those who don't verbally surrender!\" \n \"Of course...\" he frowns.\n \"This might be harder for the ... rest.\" he gestures at the army behind them in the trenches generally. \"It's up to us to massacre thousands if we are to win..\" \n \"Hmmmmmrmmmm. I wonder how a century composed entirely of officers would work out. In a loose column formation!\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius nods, \"It seems tactically sound, I have no objections\" he turns to Aquila \"Now, I would like for someone to take me to Caepio, and I don't care if he is in a conference with Zeus himself\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"Loose column formations are great for charging enemy trenches.\" Eris sits down again.\n \"What do you think Centurion Ilane?\" he asks expectantly, looking from her to the other superior officers." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "As the Pteron Legions officer starts folding the map away, the rest of the trench curators head for the dugout exit, just as Tribune Caepio enters, looking somewhat flustered.\n\n \"Is everybody alright? I heard what happened out there.\" \n\nIn the distance, you can still hear the air-battle going on above no-man's land." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius salutes smartly, waiting for Ilane to speak first, as is her right as Centurion." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Im not sure of what happened to the couple of minutes prior to my own arrival, but from what I gather, one of our pilot's went down. My fellow officers here had reached the craft and rescued the pilot by my own arrival upon the scene, yet it was an ambush. The enemy were well set up and even had a machine gun ready for us, so drawing upon Mars's power I sent forth allies of our own to counter the enemy. For a few moments, the battle was pretty even. Myself and Sangius had turned up just as morale was about to break and held the craft. Notes were rescued and we were relieved by our own troops as well as destroying the enemy ambush for no fatal casulties amongst our own men. Then enemy flying craft turned up and threatened to overwhelm us. Holding Sangius with myself, I ordered a tacitcal withdrawl to save our men, and the main objective whilst we held off the craft and badly crippled one of them. \"\n\nFinished Ilane will sag against a stool and sit heavily, as the last of the magics drain from her and her face becomes pinched and tight." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "After Ilane finishes Sangius looks up, \"So after we got ourselves out alive, I'm left wondering, how did the set up such a comprehensive ambush so quickly?\" He sends a penetrating glare at Caepio" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " Eris \n \"Actually we were fine, but Madame Centurion reinforcing us and holding down the rear worked out splendidly - not that it was necessary for success, but it turned the engagement into a major decisive victory of tactical proportions. " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Caepio takes in the explanations with a grim expression, before turning to Sangius.\n\n \"We suspect it was a ploy to capture someone to interrogate without need for a raid. We're just lucky that they didn't manage to capture any of you; that would have been too much. I presume you've been briefed on the plan for the offensive? The artillery bombardment starts at first light tomorow. Are there any questions?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSoonish, I think we should cut to the actual battle, unless anyone has anything they particularly want to do in the meantime. I don't have anything planned for the time in between.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"I have a few things I would like to discus\" Sangius says as he rises \"...In private\" " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"But basically I believe the actions were too offensive. Nope, no questions Sir.\" \n \"I would like to talk in private as well too.\" Eris finishes. He follows Caepio together with Sangius." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " Caepio \nCaepio leads Optio Volatis and Suboptio Eris out of the dugout, and through into a empty supply trench.\n\n \"I see. And what did you want to speak to me about.\" \n Trench \nThe night grows darker and colder as above, the air-battle draws to a close.\n\n[[Is everyone okay with jumping to the Battle of Saltorii after Sangius and Eris have talked to Caepio?]]" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nFeeling completley drained and fatigued, she will head for her sleeping station only pausing to nod at people on the way past.\n\n((yeah im fine with a skip))" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \"I wanted to note that I think Ilane is too hotheaded to be a Centurion. Sangius, Atticus, myself, anyone else would be better. Someone who stays around to make sure the primary objectives are fulfilled without disaster rather then someone making sure the tactical victory is maximised.\" \"That is all. Thank you for listening Caepio, Sir.\" Eris takes his leave.\n\n((me too))" }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius leans against the wall impassively and watches Eris leave. He then turns to Caepio, \"Sir, as you must already know from reading my reports, I am a scientist, a Necromancer. I study the body and how it works, I was wondering, if you had finished interrogating the prisoners, if I may ...eh... borrow them indefinitely to carry out experiments . Trust me, I shall not breathe a word to anyone else, It will be our little secret. So, What do you say, Sir? " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "Slowly, Caepio turns away from Sangius.\n\n \"Listen, Optio, I am well aware of your profession . Quite frankly what you are doing with the bodies of those departed disgusts me. Unfortunately, it seems powers higher than I disagree with me. Legatus Cato has given you a carte blance to do what the hell you want, under the condition that everything you learn be sent to Resurrection Corps. \" \n\nCaepio gives a long, slow sigh.\n\n \"However, the dear Legatus has also asked me to inform you of the predicament currently faced. The Aeolan Army officially neither endorses nor sanctions your activities. If anyone else finds out, we'll deny it. Your on your own, Optio .\" \n\n[[Right, I guess we're jumping to the Battle of Saltorii when Selv gets back. Hold onto the your hats people!]]" }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "[sweet]\n\n((I hope we can make a difference there. :)))" }, { "author": "Selv", "message": "Atticus maintains an almost-straight face, but its clear that he finds Eris's manner with the pilot very strange. Before the Raenian optio leaves, Atticus greets him in his own language, hoping to share news and small talk about that country.\n\nWhile the senior officers attend to whatever secrets they choose to indulge in, Atticus speaks with the enlisted men back in the dugout. Coming from an artisan family, he still felt more comfortable among men who were, in their civilian lives, cooks, or clerks, or carpenters. After a few hands of cards he retires, exhausted by the day's events.\n\nIn the hours before the next action, Atticus becomes increasingly observant of the domestic niceties. He shaves carefully and trims his moustache. He cleans and presses his uniform as well as possible in the perpetually damp, dirty trench. He checks, cleans and re-checks his kit. As the minutes tick down to going back on duty, he sits at his workdesk, toying absently with a half-assembled blasting cap, seeming to look right through it into the distance." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "After his meeting with Caepio Sangius seems rather reserved. He disappears for over three days before returning. He is accompanied by an 'aid' named Lavitus. Lavitus is rather strange, covered from head to foot in cloth and materials he does not speak, and takes orders directly from Sangius." }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Selv \n Atticus maintains an almost-straight face, but its clear that he finds Eris's manner very strange. Before the Raenian optio leaves...\nWhile the senior officers complain about each other... \n \n\n(Only Sangius, Eris and the officer were present since Sangius and Eris specifically left with him to speak in private.)" }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "[[Good to have everybody back!]]\n\n The Battle of Saltorii \nIt is a cold, crisp morning. A cold sun is just rising slowly above the horizon, illuminating the four islands outwards, and the vague outline of the Suraen coast can be made out. A faint damp hangs in the air from the rainfall the night before. Across the water, a strange cloud is appearing above Saltorii, thick and heavy. The steady pounding of the Coalition artillery can still be heard on this, the day of the attack.\n\nThe infantry attack is set to begin in less than two hours time as Ignis Century prepares for the advance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Battle of Saltorii Objectives \n- Capture the Milonian trenches.\n- Take the port town of Intolia.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius sits on a chair, watching the foot soldiers scurry around and playing Latranae against himself. whilst waiting for the rest of the officers to appear. Standing by his side is Lavitus.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spell Selection \n 0 level \nAcid splash\nFlare x2\ntouch of fatigue x2\n\n 1st level \nMage armor\nKelgore's fire bolt x3\nCause fear\n \n2nd level \nCloud of knives x2\nElectric vengeance\nScare\n\n 3rd level \nHaste\nInvisibility Sphere\nRay of exhaustion\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\nStepping old into the cold crisp morning she tightens the clasp of her cloak tighter around herself. Immaculate in the morning sun devoid of mud and grime from the trench she stands proud and watches the bombardment. Walking amongst the men she will calm any wavering fears and reassure them all about our guarenteed success upon the field of battle today.\n\nSpotting Sangius playing Latarene with himself she walks over and leaning forward and whispering into his ear and his alone\n\n\" What do you think of that strange thick heavy cloud? It looks nothing like an ordinary one, and the Arcane is more your field of work. See what you can make of it. \"\n\nWithout a single glance at Lavitus she will stride down the lines talking to the men and any uncertainties they may have about todays assault, telling them where they will be going and showing them strategic strongpoints that may not be fully destroyed by friendly artillery.\n\nWalking untill she finds a young private wearing a green armband of a runner she will stride up to him and say,\n\n\" Make sure someone has a tel line following me and the command team. If i need an artillery barrage i want it fast and so we can accomdate it and move as is needed. Now go ask someone and make sure i have one within a half hour! \"\n\nWalking back to where Sangius was stood she will stand and watch the artillery and wait for her fellow officers to turn up." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Fifteen years ago, I was building a sandcastle with my brother a few miles from here. That was just after they finished the Laerus railine. We were the first family on the street to go on a seaside holiday...\" \nLeaving his reverie, Atticus smiles a strange, forced smile and returns to the present.\n \"If the donkey rides are still there, we can all re-live our cavalry days.\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius gets up from his game. He slowly checks over the trench lip, muttering something to himself. After a while he steps back down and returns to his seat.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft check : (1d20+14)[ 15 ] \nEdit: Just re-read the rules an I just realized I can take ten, am I allowed to? if so I get a 24.\n\nAlso, in case it is non magical\nKnowledge geography check : [roll]1d20+6[/roll]\n\n....odd, didn't work.\n\ninvisible castle\n http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1449099/ \n " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " The Cloud \nSangius examines the cloud for a time, but is forced to conclude that their is nothing arcane about it.\n\nHowever, he remembers reading a treatise by Gaius Caecillius Secundus from the time when the Aeolan harbour was first built on the island. Gaius mentioned that a thick black cloud enveloped Saltorii for two days, halting construction.\nGaius concluded that the magical evcavation of the rock had caused the release of gas and soot, and notes that it was swiftly dispersed by the wind after the harbour excavation stopped.\n\n The Runner \nThe runner salutes smartly as Centurion Ilane addressed him. Ilane has a vague recollection of the runner before; Private Adolvius Patrius Taberna.\n\nHe immediately heads back into one of the support trenches to talk to a technician." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius turns to Ilane 'The cloud does not seem magical, but it hints towards the fact that the is some sort of construction or similar activity going on. Perhaps we could request a plane or three to check it out? I don't like it' \n \n Spoiler \nNote: lavitus's stats can be found in the notes section of Sangius's character sheet\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n\" Building something. Hmmmm.\n\nRunner! \"\n\nWaiting for one to appear she will consider her options,\n\n\" I want a high altitude spy plane fast with cameras only to take visuals on that island over there. If we have some already and recent ones bring them to me now.\n\nSangius is there anything you can do or know of in the arcane world which will whip up winds to blow that cloud away. I know there is nothing that Mars can grant me yet that will. \"\n\n General Knowledge Check to find out where i know that kid from - (1D20+2)[ 19 ] \n\nIf possible she will take 10 (or 20 time permitting) to try and fathom it out if this roll is below 12." }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": " \"unfortunately nothing that I could create without study. If memory serves correct as soon as the digging stops the cloud disperses pretty quickly.\" he frowns, opens his mouth as if to add more but shakes his head and walks over to Atticus and sits down next to him, he leans over and speaks to the man. \"I suppose we're only foot soldiers, so our opinions don't matter much, but I don't like this one bit. My abilities are formidable but really is this how they chose to waste the lives of valuable officers? over the top to death, glory or whatever else awaits us?\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"It's the way us line soldiers were treated, why would they treat officers any different, your body will soak bullets just the same as mine.\" \n\nGaius snorts before making sure that all of the straps of his pack are tight, before picking up his rifle.\n\n Bloody self-righteous noblemen. \n \n\"Not meaning any disrespect sir\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius narrows his eyes, \"Still a waste, I'll just make sure i run behind you.\" " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"I'm sure the General Staff are doing what they think best, Optio.\"\n\n (And I don't fancy an insubordination charge. Tell it to your bloody Lavitus.) " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "\"Atticus,\" the use of the man's name seems rather hard for Sangius, \"I have seen the... battle plans, a child could create them,\" \n\nHe turns to Lavitus who is standing faithfully at his shoulder.\n\n \"Fetch me some water, and fill up my canteen\" He orders, holding out his empty canteen. \"well, hop to it!\" He says and snaps his fingers. Lavitus inclines his head and moves away with surprising speed." }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"Well, A child could say \"Advance on the enemy in good order\", but I assume the men behind big desks have, you know, maps and such. Assessments of strength. Maybe intercepted orders. I assume there's reasoning behind it all. They're not just playing continental conkers.\"\n\n\"I'll admit we don't know much about their processes, what with all this worry about secrecy. But if they weren't taking proper steps, then what would be the bloody point in it all?\" \n\nAtticus' rising tone, uncharacteristic language, and blatant non-sequitur all betray strong emotion barely suppressed." }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": "As the officers of the century argue, the milites are filing in along the back wall of the trench. In front of them, up against the trench wall, another group of soldiers are taking up their positions. They are wearing heavy greatcoats and hoods, deliberately obscuring their features, but a smell of fetid meat drifts across the trench.\nAlong the line, five new officers are handing out old bayoneted rifles to the assembled soldiers. One, his uniform marking him as Optio-Immune, walks over to Ilane.\n\n \"One half-century of Reortius' Auxilaries, centurion. They're all under your command, ma'am, but I'd advise issuing orders to one of those three.\" \n\nHe gestures at three of the Auxilaries.\n\n \"Clemens, Galipor and Marcus. The rest will follow their lead, so you can control the whole half-century through them. I'd advise letting them lead the charge, ma'am.\" " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius narrows his eyes, as if concentrating.\n\n so thats why... and after that crap he gave to me they go and do this? " }, { "author": "Zafuel", "message": " \"Ready! \n\nThe milites and the auxilaries both ready bayonetted rifles.\n\nAcross the water, the thick black fumes are still emanating from Saltorii as the final few seconds pass.\n\nThe whistles come, a shrill sound echoing across the trenches. The auxilaries are first, scrambling up the ladders and into no-man's land, even as the soldiers behind them swarm in to take their place at the ladders.\n\nAcross the gulf of the wasteland, the Milonian forces are hurrying to set up autoguns before the Aeolan troops get too close.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nA large map with nearly everthing labelled and lettered is here.\n \n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": "Having only bothered with having his wands recharged and some alchemical fire procured the past days Eris is right behind Galipor, Marcus and Clemens. \"TO GLORY!\" He shouts, charging out towards hole J ahead of his foregone colleagues.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYes. Eris is running out with the zombies. Ahead of them if he can. He wants to grab the enemies' attention, make them nervous or distract them (maybe even their artillery) and set himself up for a good sniping position before the auto-gunners finish their positions.\n " }, { "author": "Exeson", "message": "Sangius curses as Eris speeds over the top, \"Fool, I have some spells to cast, stay in the shell hole ((Hole J))\" he then turns to the rest of the officers, \"Ma'am, I have some spells I wish to cast on us, if we could rendezvous in that shell hole ((hole J)) I can catch all of us in the range.\" \n\nHe then takes a ladder and scurries up it with surprising agility, followed closely by Lavitus.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIs it possible to assume that I had cast mage armour before the whistle went? If so I Double move to hole J.\nIf not I cast mage armour and single move to ridge G.\n\nInitiative\nSangius = (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nLavitus = (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Selv", "message": " \"To bloody, bloody glory, then.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative (1d20 7=11) \n\nAtticus will also head for hole J, though for very different reasons than Eris'. if it's practical, he'll try to stay behind the auxiliaries, but his main goal is to get to cover as quickly as possible.\n " }, { "author": "Moechi_Vill", "message": " \n Spoiler \nForegone as in zombies of course, not you guys. To bloody, gory glory it is! That rhymes! wheee! Too bad about the spells btw., :( but they should last longer if we cast them later. I'm not sure when they'll start firing on us.\n \n\n\nEris tries to dodge any incoming artillery, but he doesn't bother much about small arms fire or automatic taking aim unless he notices they are massed." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Ilane \n\n(This is assuming the teline is set up and ready.)\n\n\" Okay give them hell boys!\n\nClemes Galipor and Marcus you take your boys straight over the centre! Smash those autocannon teams in the middle before they can rip our men to shreds. Take those 2 gaps on the right and over-run that target as fast as you can. Eris go with them and keep them on their feet if you can.\n\nSangius Atticus and Gaius meet us in that hole. \"\n\nShe will point to Hole J.\n\nInto the tee-line assuming its there\n\n\" Find your range and hit that centre target. Err more to the left than right boys. \"\n\nThen she will stand up and with the rest of her fellow officers to Hole J.\n\n Initiative - (1D20+3)[ 6 ] " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 22: Grez vs. Heleroen \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Grez - Theterran \n Heleroen - Neftren \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Totally didn't see this...\n\nHere's Initiative...I'll buy some stuff before we begin (if I have any money...I'll have to look)\n\n Initiative - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Yeah I apparently was eliminated in Round 26 for not seeing my match... whatever.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Okay, I'll double move to J14." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "You might want to redo your movement since you start from the bottom and not the top. 😁" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Ahaha... lets make that Q14 eh?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Grez - Round 1 \n\nStarting in B14 with a spear in hand, Grez moves to I15.\n\nThere he casts a spell.\n \n Spoiler \nCast True Strike.\nSwift Action: Activate Travel Devotion\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: I15\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\nIn Hand: Spear\nTravel Devotion (1/10)\nSpears (3/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nScrolls Used:\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Move to R13.\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nReady an action to attack my opponent when I gain LoE\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 14/14\nAC: 19\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Grez - Round 2 \n\nFree Action: Shift\nMove Action: Move to P12.\nStandard Action: Throw spear.\n\n Attack - (1d20+25)[ 33 ] (+4 Dex, +1PbS, +20 True Strike)\n Damage - (1d8+5)[ 11 ] (+4 Str, +1PbS)\n\nSwift Action: Move to M12.\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: M12\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nIn Hand:\nTravel Devotion (2/10)\nShift (1/5)\nSpears (2/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nScrolls Used:\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Ho hum. I believe you triggered my readied action as soon as you entered LoE.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] (5 Dex + PBS 1 + Size Mod 1)\n (1d6+1)[ 7 ] (Small Longbow + PBS)\n\nMay I inquire as to how you can move twice in a round with once being a swift action?" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Aaand I believe I actually have to move...\n\nWill move to T13, draw a glass bottle and drink it.\n\nEdit: By the way, if you're throwing a spear, I don't believe you get to add your Strength to Damage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDrinking a CLW Potion. (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/14\nAC: 19\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "@Neftren\n \n Spoiler \n Movement as a swift Action: Travel Devotion Feat\nThrown Weapon:\n \n Originally Posted by SRD \n The wielder applies his or her Strength modifier to damage dealt by thrown weapons \n \n \n\n Grez - Round 3 \n\nMove Action: Draw a Scroll.\nStandard Action: Cast the spell from the Scroll.\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCasting True Strike\n \n\nSwift Action: Move to M15.\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: M15\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nIn Hand:\nTravel Devotion (3/10)\nShift (2/5)\nSpears (2/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nScrolls Used: True Strike\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Will move to T10.\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nWill ready an attack action to shoot theterran if theterran moves into LoE from any square I can reach within a five foot step. I hope that's coherent...\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/14\nAC: 19\n \n\n\nI think I may have to obtain a pair of Eternal Wands of True Strike from now on... or maybe just scrolls. But I'd need ranks in UMD for that... right?" }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Grez - Round 4 \n\nMove Action: Draw a Spear\nSwift Action: Move to U13.\nStandard Action: Throw Spear.\n\n Attack - (1d20+25)[ 41 ] (+4 Dex, +1PbS, +20 True Strike)\n Damage - (1d8+5)[ 8 ] (+4 Str, +1Pbs)\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: U13\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nIn Hand:\nTravel Devotion (4/10)\nShift (3/5)\nSpears (1/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nScrolls Used: True Strike\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "You triggered my readied action... so I'll resolve that first...\n\n (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n (1d6+1)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "That was pitiful... so I'll retreat to U8 and shoot you again!\n\n (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n (2d6+1)[ 8 ] \n\nThat was even worse..." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Grez - Round 5 \n\nMove Action: Draw a Javelin\nStandard Action: Throw Javelin\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Damage - (1d6+5)[ 8 ] \n\nSwift Action: Move to Z17.\n\nEnd my Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: Z17\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nIn Hand:\nTravel Devotion (5/10)\nShift (4/5)\nSpears (1/3)\nJavelins (3/4)\nScrolls Used: True Strike\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "How exactly are you moving... 9 squares? Unless there's some rule I don't know about Diagonal Movement..." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "While I'm shifted, my movement is 60ft (12squares)" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Bah. Talk about powergaming by diving through splatbooks...\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nWill ready an attack action to shoot theterran if theterran moves into LoE from any square I can reach within a five foot step. I hope that's coherent...\n \n\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Bah. Talk about powergaming by diving through splatbooks...\n\nFor Refs: \n Spoiler \nWill ready an attack action to shoot theterran if theterran moves into LoE from any square I can reach within a five foot step. I hope that's coherent...\n \n\n\nYour turn. \n \n\nHe hasn't even gotten into the realm of crazy speed. The CO boards have the current record for most distance moved in a single turn as being something along the order of 200 miles. Besides, Powergaming is what we do here.\n\nAs for your action:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCoherent enough for me.\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Well it's pretty crazy at Level One...\n\nI think I've gotten a method of moving a ton of miles with the right gear + levels in several classes." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Did you move out of U8?" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Not to my knowledge... and why is the site running so slowly..." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Grez - Round 6 \n\nMove Action: Draw a Javelin\nSwift Action: Move to Y9\nStandard Action: Throw Javelin\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: Y9\nHP: 8/8\nAC: 19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nIn Hand:\nTravel Devotion (5/10)\nShift (4/5)\nSpears (1/3)\nJavelins (2/4)\nScrolls Used: True Strike\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Guidance, Virtue, Resistance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike(D)-x\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": "Heleroen keels over dead. Good game!\n\nEdit: Actually lets do my readied action first... :D" }, { "author": "Neftren", "message": " (1d20+7)[ 17 ] to Hit\n (1d6+1)[ 5 ] Damage.\n\nAll I need is a critical hit to win. Well, no nat 20 for me today, otherwise I would have won if I had rolled better but whatever." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": "Nice Match!" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n Grez is declared the winner and recieves 300 XP and gold " } ]
[ { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": " STAR WARS: DAWN OF DEFIANCE\nEpisode I\nTHE TRAITOR’S GAMBIT \n It is a dark time in the galaxy. The evil Galactic Empire has spread\nfrom the Deep Core to the Outer Rim, and everywhere\nthe Empire’s tyranny can be felt.\nFleeing from the oppression of the Emperor’s minions, agents of\nSenator Bail Organa have run to a remote space station above\nBrentaal. Known to be a vocal opponent of the Empire,\nOrgana may be the last hope of freedom in the galaxy.\nIn the hopes of stopping these dissidents before they can\nreach the Senator, the Empire has alerted its forces on\nSel Zonn Station, where the struggle for liberty rages on,\nand the first sparks of rebellion have begun to burn. . . .\n \n\nSeemingly motionless among a sea of starships and satellites above the twinkling world of Brentaal, Sel Zonn Station grows larger in your view every second. A central pylon forms the bulk of the station’s mass, and three landing platforms leading to docking bays extend from the central section, equidistant from one another and jutting out into space. The dorsal side of the station features a discshaped secondary structure, on top of which blinking lights indicate the presence of a landing platform reserved for wealthy patrons.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe hangar is made up of metal walls and floor with a blue force shield leading out into the dark depths of space. A ramp leads up to the hangar control room which is guarded by two stormtroopers who look down at the passengers from their posts. To leave the Hangar are two Large Tiatnium doors leading out into a check in area where there is a turbolift leading to the promenade.\n \n\n\nWhen you land (In your respective transports) you are greeted by a hangar guard who gives you a small datapad containing information on the promenade and the shops within it.\n\nThos of you who land in public transport are asked to leave quickly so the next passengers may board. And to check in at what ever hotel you have booked on the station." }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": "Roland was glad to stretch his legs again, he never did like sitting for long periods of time. At least not in a tin can, he got out of his seat and walked down the ramp of the shuttle he had been in. It was an old beat up ship and the pilot looked shady, at least he didn't ask questions or get blown up. Roland looked around the massive docking bay at all of the different types of ships, some of them were newer models he had never seen before. He had been gone a long time indeed. As he was waiting for someone to come down the ramp he looked around at the storm troopers, he hoped they would not notice him. Some guard came up to him and handed him a data pad, Roland took it out of his hands without really noticing. Roland was now scanning what he could see of the hangar, he did not want any nasty Imperial surprises. (1d20+5)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "tsuyoshikentsu", "message": "A tall, slender Duros walks off the transport, muttering. Not only is he uncomfortable with the mission he's on, but he HATES being in a ship he isn't crewing. He moodily checks the datapad for info on his hotel accomadations." }, { "author": "Graybacca", "message": "Descending a few moments after Roland, the Former clone trooper known now a Dando Zarus or just Dan, wearing his Mandalorian blast vest and helmet with its distinctive t-shaped Visor to help hide he's feature, and over the vest he wears a long duster coat, slung across his back is his light repeating Blaster, and at his hips siting in there holster are a twin set of westar-34, As he comes down the ramp he scans the bay and says, So what do think? " }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": "To me it looks like just another Imperial station, I doubt they will be looking for us. Gives us an element of surprise. Even if they knew we were coming it is not like they could do anything, the stuff that passes for soldier these days is low I doubt we would have any problems handling a few of the \"Empire's Elite\". I wouldn't mind a fight anyways, these bastards have it coming to them. So why did the Rebellion send us here again anyways? Starts to look over the datapad he was handed, wondering if there could be anything useful. " }, { "author": "Graybacca", "message": " Yeah i know what you mean, but lets try not to bring any attention to are salve, and not a clue i just message just said to come and meet a contact and that we would know them when we saw them. but for now lets go to the cantina and get some thing to drink and eat. Dan head out of the day and to the cantina." }, { "author": "Holocron Coder", "message": " Shaah Tarl \n\nClunking off the boarding ramp of one of the large public passenger ships, Shaah quickly steps to one side to let other passengers by. Talking to one of the ship's crewmen and flashing her licenses, she retrieves her weapons and re-holsters them as she walks away. Once she's a safe distance away she pats the front of her vest, comforted by the feel of her backup blasters.\n\nGlancing around at the bay, she follows the stream of other passengers departing. She blends in well, despite her alien physiology and short stature. Shaah sports yellow skin and the black facial gear normal for her species, along with a basic pocketed vest, undershirt, pants. Two blaster holsters cross her waist, sitting below a bandolier strapped with small supplies and power packs. A vibrodagger sits low on her left thigh.\n\n Where to go first... She ponders, slowly eyeing the street she's on." }, { "author": "DrEaDnAuGhT", "message": "Duresh disembarks from the transport as fast as the other passengers let him. Once he is off, he heads to the center of the promenade, datapad in hand, to look for this shop that he was told of." }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": "Well I am just glad we got off this shuttle, and I am also thirsty. Besides in a backwater place like this who knows what could happen. I wonder if there is any way to make a little extra credit on this mission I could use some more equipment. Keeps pace with Dan, once in awhile taking a check around as they make their way to the cantina for a drink and a bite to eat. " }, { "author": "Telemont", "message": " Doctor Thomas Kast \nThe bulbous looking transport that glides into the docking bay is not the last to arrive. It is, in fact, the very first to arrive. One passenger after another poured forth from those gleaming metal doors, until finally it seemed to violently disgorge a man of advancing years. Thomas Kast staggered dubiously down the gangplank, barely managing to keep upon his feet as the overwhelming sensation to vomit was waging a war in the depths of his tummy. Still, he was supremely glad to be back upon what could only distantly be called solid ground. Perhaps one of the Stormtroopers gave him a look, born of pity or spite, but it hardly mattered. The man ran his hands across clothing rumpled from the long journey and did his best to reinvigorate the fabric. A short journey into the main corridors saw him passing the security checkpoint with no more attention given than any other tourist, and the reason quickly became pretty obvious. He was a tourist. Datapad in hand, the older man peered around from sign to sign looking for all the world as if he was lost.\n\nThat time spent roaming about does pay off in two ways, however. Kast gives his best shot at getting to know the lay of the station (the easily accessible portion), as well as getting to know the cheaper liquors being offered at the local station cantina.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll0] Gather Information, Hoo-Rah.\n " }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "Those of you who check the datapad for information are greeted by a small list of business names located in the promendade with a small block of text describing each one of them and listing the name of its owner. Aswell as this the datapad provides aditional information such as where not to go in the station and the places currently under reconstruction.\n\n The Promenade when you enter is filled with the bustle of revelry and commerce. Spilling out of the gambling halls are the sounds of victory and the moans of defeat, while the music of local bands issues from the cantinas. Only a handful of citizens mill about in the main areas of the Promenade, a few gazing out the massive windows at the planet Brentaal hovering below. Businesspeople hawk their wares to the passersby, and a few Imperial stormtroopers make their way down the main avenue of the Promenade on their usual patrol at a leisurely pace. Signs above metalic doors show the names of the local buisnesses.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n DATAPAD \n Gundarks Cantina: Known for it welcome to all who walk diferent roads of life. Gundarks Cantina is owned by Gundark and is home to a selection of spirits that could send you to a whole new world!\n\n Delgas Medical Supplies: Delgas medical suplies is home to all things medical. Be it simple remedies for local illnesses or field med pacs. See Owner Dr. Byra Fenn For more info.\n\n Mechanical Allies: Owned by the Twi'lek San. Caution should be taken while visiting this shop. Imperial research into Mechanical Allies shows San sells unreliable droids.\n\n Shooting Star Surfers: Shooting Star Surfers. The small second hand ship buisness known for its ship customization services. Owned by the Zabrak Kooth An.\n\n The Half Way Station: Local Hotel ran by the almighty empire. Non Aliens preffered.\n " }, { "author": "Holocron Coder", "message": " Shaah Tarl \n\nShaah Tarl shrugs at her indecision and walks with the crowd to the promenade of the station. Glancing around, she strikes towards the obvious cantina, seeing little use for the other shops at the time.\n\nStepping inside, she scans the room a moment before settling on a spot near the wall. What am I doing here, anyway?\" " }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": "We need to find these other people we were sent to meet with, and if we get the time and money we should check in at that droid shop. We might be able to secure something useful from it despite what this empire says. Anyways, for now lets head to the tavern Dan. Walks into the tavern and takes a look around (1d20+5)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Graybacca", "message": "Dan nods is head as he heads into the cantina." }, { "author": "tsuyoshikentsu", "message": "Cevex sighs. Another NHM station... where does it end? He heads to the cantina, looking for anyone who might be on this mission with him." }, { "author": "Telemont", "message": " Doctor Thomas Kast \nAfter wandering about the station for a good while, our hero makes the fateful decision of which stool to sit upon in Gundark's Cantina. He discovered, to his great pleasure, that the seat was both welcoming and sturdy. What makes a stool welcoming, you might ask? It seemed somehow to settle the poor man's stomach after the devilish transport had it's way with his insides.\n\n \"Two of your stoutest, if you please.\" \n\nA simple enough request. He nudged forward his cred-chip to take the brunt of the blow for his alcoholic indulgence, and recovered it swiftly and with a small air of paranoia. What the hell, two drinks was just enough to loosen him up. Thomas Kast spun around in the chair to sit, spread legged, and peer across the Cantina at all the occupants. He takes in those lurking in the corners, those enjoying their drinks, those arguing with each other. An extra moment of care is taken to eyeball the prettiest girls in the cantina, and just as much care to avoid the glances of those that look like they might take VIOLENT exception to his peering around." }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": " Walks into the tavern taking in all of the odd sights, odd for him since most of his life was spent around clones just like himself. Roland was going to take a seat out in the room somewhere but decided against it as there appeared to be a drunk looking around the room, so he took a seat at the bar as far out of the way as possible from the man spinning in his chair looking at everyone. Roland was almost positive that man would be dead by the end of the night with the curiosity he was showing. \n\nBarkeep give me something good and strong, something the locals like.\n\nRoland swiftly drew out his cred chip and handed it to the barkeep, who swiped it through a machine. Roland started to drink, the locals liked their stuff spicy and strong and this was one of those few drinks that could truly be called strong, at least in the eyes of Roland.\n\n As he is sitting Roland decides he can risk eavesdropping on the room, just in case the other agents were in here he might find them or something about them (1d20+5)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "ShadowyFigure", "message": "ooc: sorry guys Ive been really busy. Hectic stuff. Will psot tomorrow. Sorry again." }, { "author": "Gamgee", "message": "OOC: Really? Are you serious? Not even like a one liner to say nothing is interesting in the bar so we can at least post to role play??? sigh\n\nedit\nNext time give some notification dont just drop out I thought this was dead for awhile.\n\nEdit\nYea this is finished, anyways next time set your priorities straight, if your gonna have exams don't host a DnD game as that is technically a bad thing to. Even worse if the game just started!!!" } ]
[ { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "After a few long days journey, or just a short walk from across the city, you all show up to Istarlingvilla, were you are quickly ushered into to the private study of Lord Istarling himself. The room itself is nearly square but longer than it is wide. Covering almost all the walls are book shelves, that are intermingled with magical armors and weapons, hanging from their displays, trophies of the noble houses past. As you enter you see your employer, Lord Istarling , standing in his exstinsive outfit of jewels and silks, though they looked heavy and dirty, which leads to the assumption that he was up all night. This is theory is helped by the fact that he is standing next to a table that has parchment, books, scattered atop it and long burned away candle still in their holders. Standing next to the lord of Waterdeep was an older gentleman wearing wrinkled robes of a spellcaster. His appearance was explained by the magical items on the table that a knowledgeable practitioner of the art would attribute to divinations, or “spell-stalking” spells. Nodding as you come in, Lord Istarling waits for everybody to get into the room before he speaks.\n\n Welcome my friends, I am glad you made haste for time we have precious little of. \n\nGesturing to his the man standing next to him he went on to introduce him.\n\n This is Mistmyr Iroan, a sorcerer of no small prestige, who has graciously decided to help an old friend. \n\nAs Lord Istarling paused in his speech, you look around and take a measure of your companions.\n\n Loft Flombard \n \n Spoiler \nStanding close to the haggard looking lord, you are still close enough to the book shelf on the far wall and a window to make a quick escape. Looking just before the lord he saw again the stout dwarf and bald human, the dwarf obviously a hardened fighter, with a battle axe strapped to his back. The human though, radiated the power of a goodly priest, (which afforded him an ugly sneer from you when he glances your way) which was obviously the divine energies of Kossuth, from the leaping flames on his robes than from anything else. The figure in the back was the farthest away from the group, and also the most disguised, wearing her (yes you recognized her gender by her shapelyness) cowl so low you couldn’t see any facial features, though from her stance and fluid motions in walking one could guess at her grace, which probably spoke of Elvin heritage. Behind the Goodly Priest and Fighter Dwarf stood a tall half-elf, who was dressed in roguish garb, with a short sword and bow strapped to him, and also wore what looked to be Elvin made chain mail shirt, that meshed like a second skin to the half-elf. But to your trained eyes you spot a lack of wear on the weapons and softness on his hands that bespoke of spellcasting more than weapon wielding. As Lord Istarling begins to speak again you turn your head his way.\n \n\n Naenre \n \n Spoiler \nAs you were the first one to get there you see the respective parties come in, only the dwarf and priestly human come in speaking to each other, the other two just walked in quietly. The dwarf and human walk the closest to the Lord, only about a dagger toss away, as they stop near the table an Aasmir walks in, with the swagger of a spellcaster, smelling of burnt incense and bat guano. Even as the raven haired angel boy settled near a window a half-elf walked in with short sword strapped to belt and bow to back. Skipping over the fighters, (including the half-elf who you right off as a simple rogue) you study the known spell casters in the room. Spotting an arcane component pouch on the Aasmir’s belt you file him as a Weave Taper. Your eyes fall on to the bald priest, who jumps out as a Cleric of Kossuth, with burning robes, making it painfully obvious his faith. As your eye falls on the final magic user in the room, the Lord’s friend, Mistmyr Iroan, with the deep pockets in his wrinkled vestments, you spot two wands in his belt, and a scroll that leaked shadow essence down his side. Your eyes widen at this, but as the lord begins speaking you turn your attention back to him.\n \n\n Pheiros Solseeker \n \n Spoiler \nWalking in behind the dwarf and human, you know stand behind them. When the Lord pauses you look first behind you, taking in the feminine shaped person in the back of the room, but past her gender you can tell little. Though you do spot a hand crossbow hanging from her belt, surprised to see such an exotic weapon, you other wise think nothing of it. Turning back around you see the back of the human’s bald head, and the back of his glimmering cloak, sheathed in embroiled flames, identifying him as a Priest of Kossuth. Dropping you gaze and to the left you saw the stout dwarf, who’s notched axe, and it’s worn handle spoke volumes of the bearded fellows prowess with the blade. Lastly your eyes spot the Celestial Son, who wore no armor, but a pouch bulging with spell components, correctly identifying him as some sort of spell slinger, though probably that of an arcane type. You feel an immediate connection between you and him, for only the simple fact that you are both separated by your cross parentage, both different in social backgrounds that some times clashed in real life terms. As your eyes slide back up to Lord Istarling when he started speaking again you spot the title of a book and the subject matter of some parchment on the table. It read “The Plane of Shadow: Mysterious Darkness”. \n \n\n Dominus \n \n Spoiler \nWalking in nearly the same time as the human cleric, he strikes up a conversation, speaking of his church (Kossuth) and his goals in life, as well as their mutual hope to help the desperate lord. As the lord pauses you look around the room at the guest you hadn’t been able to see earlier, or just didn’t have time to check over. Spotting the shadowy figure in the back, you recognize her gender by her sway, but the only other thing of interest you spot is that her hair was stark white. Giving a hrmph, you turn, eyes sliding over the roguish looking half-elf with a bow on his back and sword on his hip. Elves… Turning a complete circuit you come to see a plane touched fellow settled in back by the closest window. Smirking with the confidence of a spell caster the dwarf slid his eyes away from the troublesome looking character and back to the now speaking Lord of Waterdeep.\n \n\n Balthamore Brightspark \n \n Spoiler \nFinding good conversation with the dwarf next to you, you don’t find the time to gage your companions until the Lord’s pause. When you look to the Plane Touched, son of an angel, who was at the moment giving you a very unhealthy sneer, you see his obvious lack of armor, and pocket of scrolls as the sign of a magic user though you can’t tell if he is divine or arcane in nature. Turning from him your eyes flick over the dwarf you have been talking to for awhile know. He was obviously use to the axe strapped to his back, which was clear by the calluses on the rough hands on the end of his strong arms. Turning back your first see a tall half-elf, who had a stack of physical weapons, but what you pick up on is his divine prowess, which seems obvious to you as a fellow cleric yourself. Though he clearly follows different ideals than you he still held similar values. After taking in the sight of him you glance to the back, seeing the hidden figure. At first nothing other than her want to stay unknown was amiss, but as you look harder you see a flash of white hair, dark skin, and a all to tell-tale hand crossbow hanging from her belt. Suppressing your unease and anger, you don’t release the purifying fire of your god on this she drow, but merely turn back to Lord Istarling as he speaks again.\n \n\n Yes well, I wish to hurry; all that you must know is that my dear wife was taken from me late two days ago. The captors showed to be dark elves of a sort, who leaked shadow, the trio grabbed my dear, and took off losing themselves to magic. This is why I have asked my friend here to help use deduce their way of travel. Mistmyr, if you would enlighten them. \nSharply looking at Lord Istarling, as if shocked to be asked to do such a thing, Iroan the Socerer looked the group clearly uncomfortable. He was surely scared to speak in such a public place, even with such a small public.\n\n Yes… well, through my magical means, I have deduced that the drow, yes drow, captors used a fairly complex spell, known as a plane shift. Which shifted a person or persons from one plane to another, in this case the material plane to what we beli- well, I believe to be the shadow plane, from there I can not be certain were they headed. \n\nBowing back, Mistmyr let the Lord take the lead again.\n\n Thank you, Mistmyr. Well, I have a guide by the name of Canumbrax, who knows his way around the shadow plane. I do not know much of him, but his reputation is good, and his is the best I could find in such short time. My price is 4,000 gold each for the safe return of my beloved wife, 2,000 gold each if –god’s forbid- you return with her body and a promise that her vengeance was earned. Now before we go please introduce yourself, if you don’t already know each other, and don’t forget to show your face when you do. When you are finished meet Mystmyr and I outside. \n\nWith this he nods to each in turn, and walks outside with the Sorcerer in tow." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "A heavy, resigned sigh issues from the cloaked figure, who slowly and with obvious reluctance draws the hood away from her dark face ... but not before positioning herself near the exit as a precaution.\n\n \"I'm not one of the kidnappers,\" she explains quickly, hands raised as if in a show of surrender, palms spread and held flat toward them, to show that she holds no weapons. \"Just an interested party, much like the rest of you.\" \n\nHer eyes shift to Pheiros, the one person she recognizes, in an unspoken request for help." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"Oh hello, Naenre,\" Pheiros says jovially, \"I should have recognized you. It is good to know you are part of this quest!\" \n\nPheiros turns to everyone else, \"Hello, I am Pheiros Solseeker, a 'researcher' for the church of Oghma. I track down hard to find information and untangle sticky situations... and this looks like a particularly sticky one. I thank his Lordship for giving me another chance to meet his charming wife.\" \n\nNoticing that everyone was still staring at Naenre as he spoke, Pheiros turns to the rogue and gives her a deep bow, \"Naenre, I still am in your debt for saving my young friend's life and livelihood. He's a good-hearted lad, but never could have stood up to that gang of thugs without your assistance. You'll be an invaluable ally in tracking down these kidnappers.\" As he bowed, Pheiros had given Naenre a hidden smile, as if laughing at his own bow." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \nGiven a chance, Pheiros will wander over to the table and take a glance over the wizard's reading material.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Turning around to run an eye over the people left in the room he snorts and raises an eyebrow at Naenre before shaking his head and pulling of his helm to show his face.\n\n Elves, Half-Elves, and bloody magic users a plenty, but nobody who looked like they could swing a sword in a stand up fight. \n \"Name's Dominus Axeshield, and I'm doing this out of respect for his Lordship. Which means that despite any differences that may arise, or any personal problems that may come up, we work together on this. At least until his wife is safe.\" \n\nHis piece said, he slides his helm back over his face." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft nods to Pheiros, one of the very few in the room that he might enjoy speaking with. He quickly scans the other people that entered the room just a moment ago. A priest, a dwarf, and a drow. Of no small coincidence, the dwarf is speaking to the priest, which a terrible first impression for Loft. He smirks, and thusly winks at the drow, overconfident in his own charisma. He averts his eyes to Mistmyr's books and searches for evidence regarding the Shadow Plane. He doesn't give his name, because he thinks the priest might know of his paladin parents." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n It's just RP, and you probably have some components, seeing as some spells components cost more than 1 gp. It's not like haveing them know your a spell caster is gona hurt, you about to tell them anyways. Oh and your introducing yourself right know, the sorcerer and lord walked out, after the introductions you will have a chance to ask your questions.\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balthamore grins broadly (if somewhat forced) and loudly announces\n\n Greetings in the name of the Firelord. My name is Balthamore Brightspark, though friends call me Balth. \n\nLooking over the group he locks eyes with each for a second\n\n I'm a man of plain words and actions, so I'll just say this upfront. Some of you are not what I would expect as travelling companions. \n\nHis eyes inadvertantly twitch towards Nanre\n\n However what is important here is the mission. The lady needs our help and if we do not work together not only will we fail, but we may end up dead ourselves. So I swear to each of you by the Sacred Embers that I will treat each here as friend and will protect, heal and defend you all until our mission is complete \n I think it is vital for the smooth running of the party that we have clear communication and teamwork, and that requires a leader. Since we don't know each other well choosing such is hard, and would hardly ask you to follow me, but it must be someone, so I elect Phairos \n\nHe holds his hands out to either side and you flames dance along one hand, and a soft white glow illuminate the other.\n\n In battle I am gifted with both flames to smite and special gifts of healing. By Kossuth's grace I can heal you more than most of my rank. I fear not the heat of battle, so if you are wounded and in need of aid call and I shall heal thee. Otherwise i will stay on the edge of conflict and call on the Flames of Kossuth to smite our foes. I also have spells to silence or dispel enemy spellcasters, and will make neutralizing them my first priority unless someone is more adept than myself at such things " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft raises his hand and says, tersely, \"I second that motion. He seems sensible.\" He steps back and leans against the bookcase, bends his neck back, and closes his eyes." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre actually smiles at Pheiros's response to her and relaxes visibly, pushing up the dark lenses that hide her magenta eyes. She listens quietly as the others speak, acknowledging Loft's flirtation with a coy smile that may or may not be genuine.\n\nShe reacts with mixed emotions as the topic turns to electing a leader. The idea of following anyone's orders is less than appealing to her, even somewhat less so those of a male. On the other hand, she realizes, if this group feels there must be a leader, she certainly won't be chosen, and of the others, Pheiros is by far the most advantageous choice for her.\n\n \"I suppose I also vote for Pheiros,\" she puts in after a moment." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros raised his eyebrows in surprise when Balthamore brought up the subject of leadership, HIS leadership. He was even more surprised when the others agreed so quickly. Pheiros enjoyed working on teams, but wasn't exactly the order giving type.\n\n \"I'm not exactly the order giving type, \" the half-elf begins, \" and I have to admit that this... honor comes as a bit of a surprise.\" \n\nPheiros pauses for a moment, considering his words, \"However, if Sir Dominus also agrees, then I promise to do my best to keep us on track after the Lady's kidnappers. On one condition though, that we each agree to take the lead where we're most capable. I've certainly seen my share of mix-ups, but I doubt I have the battle knowledge of our ironclad dwarven friend. And though I speak the language, I doubt I have a fraction of Naenre's understanding of the drow... or your fiery might Balthamore, or your arcane knowledge Loft. I certainly doubt I can see as far in the dark as half of you!\" \n \"In the meanwhile, much can be learned at the beginning of a trail, and I am curious as to why someone would wish to grab the Lady.\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Nodding at each other in turn some people begin to walk out, others stay behind to view the papers and books on the table. The sun alights across the room, highlighting particales of dust that float through the air, showing that the hour was growing past noon; you apointed time of arival, and closer to the fifth your after the suns zenth.\n\n Loft Flombard \n \n Spoiler \n Before leaving the room both you and the half-elf wander up to the table, you both exchange a polite greating, but you and him both seem more intrested in the books, parchment and spell components. You see a old and dark bound book (the leather might have been that of a shadow dragon), which seemed to leak shadow stuff. The parchment is written in a form of local cholaothan, which you don't understand past it's origon. After looking over the papers and finding only a few papers on drow, telling you nothign you didn't know already. Turning away from the table, you walk out with the rest of the group. Into a side room of the grand chamber of the Isrtarlingvilla.\n \n\n Pheiros Solseeker \n \n Spoiler \n You walk up, and are followed by the semi-sulking aasmir. Glancing over the magical equipment, it follows the path of divination, and most leading towards following teleportation magic. You learn also that the attacking drow had, either magically manifested or natural claws. Learning no more from the scatterd parchement you follow Loft outside.\n \n\n Naenre \n \n Spoiler \n You wait as the dwarf, Dominus, and the bald cleric, Balth, head out together before walking out in front of the two who lag behind to look over the table filled with papers. As you walk out you spot the pair standing in front of Mistmyr, who is holding the shadow leaking script.\n \n\n Balthamoer Brightspark \n \n Spoiler \n After the introductions and organization of party, you and your newly aquinted dwarf friend walk out together first, and you subconciously catch yourself glancing at the shedrow, feeling a hint of distrust slide onto your face, though your quickly push it away. For the sake of your new team you must come to trust the people around you. Coming into the side room of the grand hall, you see the sorcerer standing in the middle with a look of concentration masking his features.\n \n\n Dominus \n \n Spoiler \n As you turn with the human at your side, you walk past the drow with an open glare on you face. You realized the benfit of having such a.. creature on your side, but it stills felt uncomfortable. Putting the thoughts aside you walk into the open side room of the Istarlingvilla.\n \n\n\nAs you enter, you the side room to the Grand Hall of the villa, you see the sorcerer holding a piece of old script that leaked shadow essence. Some of you recognise it as a scroll, others don't. Lost in concentration the old spellslinger doesn't look up for a long time. The Power in the room maginifies, and no one dares to speak. Finally as the room seems to lose it's color and the lights dim, even the sun it's self seems less bright, he looks up, relaxing and goes into what sounds to be a practiced speech.\n\n Ah, welcome. The lord had to attend to other pressing matters around the very unwelcome event. I shall shortly be transfering use to the plane of shadow, were we have our hired tracker already waiting, he says that he has found the trail of the kidnappers, which is no small feat seeing as it was left nearly two days ago. \n\nThough you all seem to notice that a worry line crosses his old face at the menchen of the mercanary. He spots the looks you all give and waves his hand in a dismissive matter.\n\n Oh, I trust him, it's just in the press of time I was not given what I would call \"ataquite time\" to research him, but from what I've hear he is very good. And a specalist in shadow plane walking and tracking, the only we could find, though. Anyways, using a spell I will transfer us to the shadow plane, and then sadly I must leave you in search of more information on the subject matter. In which case I will inform you via spell of anything important. I also have a feeling he is with holding information on the drow themself, at their description he went sullen, and refused to take the task of rescuing the Lord's wife himself, though I know for a fact that the little half-breed has a contingency of soldiers at his desposal, \n\nSeeing the glares given to him by Pheros and Loft at the half-breed coment. Again waving his hand dismissvily he continues.\n\n Well, he's a different kind of half-breed. Anyways, you may ask him about what he knows now that he isn't going. It will probably be helpful. But alas our time has come to depart, any last minute questions or request for supplies before I wisk us away? " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Bathamore's eyes light up.\n\n So you are sending us to the plane of shadow. I expected to have to hazard down into the underdark but to visit another plane that shall be a true adventure \n\nHe laughs with delight\n\n Come friends! Let us find these foul miscreants and rescue the lady! \n\nHe pauses only for a second and then looks at the sorceror a bit hesitantly\n\n By the way, ummm how are we to return to this plane once we rescue the lady? \n \n Spoiler \n\" Balth makes a knowledge planes check to find what he knows of the plane of shadows\"\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft stares blankly at the black leather book. What sort of secrets of arcane power could it hold? The power to take down an empire, or just one man? He must have it.\n\n \"Can I borrow that book? At least, just until we get back. I haven't a clue what we'll be facing there.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBluff 7 ranks, +5 from Charisma, so +12.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"We're positive they took her to the plane of shadow?\" Naenre puts in, frowning. \"I would have expected them to take her as a slave or as a sacrifice to Lloth, but the plane of shadow? ... unless they're using it to travel to another location somehow, perhaps.\" \n\nAddressing Bathamore, she adds pointedly, \"This may not be a good thing at all. If they just took her to an Underdark city as a slave, I could likely enter safely, looking like just another commoner, and simply buy her back. It seems this twist might complicate things.\" \n\n((OOC: I forgot to claim a color. I hearby claim the color of my character's eyes -- magenta ! xD))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " I'm afraid not celestial son, if you were to touch that book you would be turned into a husk of dried out angel, maybe if you were part devil... \n\nShaking his head he turns to the Shedrow.\n\n Yes we are postive, we found their tracks there, so unless they have somthing else... besides my own spell work led us to that conclusion to begin with. As to your second question, if it was a mater of gold changing hands then it would already happened. Your guide and I are fairly certain the trip ends in a small drow city by the name of Karsoluthiyl, which is a city folowing the normal function of a drow city, being run by Lolth, but the thing about the house that supposedly captured our Lady, is somthing less than devote worshipers. One might even say they kinda ran with the male of the family. \n \n Spoiler \n ((00C->this takes place before the death of vhauren obviously.))\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks at the sorcerer intently and asks, \"Master Iroan, do you have any idea why this city would want the Lady Istarling? Is there a past history with this city?\" \n\nPheiros scratches his chin with his left hand and adds, \"And one more thing, what exactly was the description that made your tracker sullen? What are we up against?\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Vhaeraunites, possibly?\" Naenre muses, half to herself. \"Hiding in a Lloth-controlled city? That. Would. Be. Very. Dangerous. I wonder how they survive.\" \n\nShe looks up, eyes on Mistmyr as Pheiros awaits that notable's response to his questions." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Reaching back to fondle the haft of his axe, finally opens his mouth when he hears his name mentioned.\n\n \"I'll follow orders, in so far as they don't force me to break any vows or promises I've made, and I'll let you know if that happens.\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Yes, well I doubt very much that the Lolth worshipers know of the worship of the other god. We also doubt it is the entire city who went after our dear Lady, just one house. As for Canumbrax description, he declined that he recognised anything unusual abou the abductors, but his stand-offish behavior is different than his reputation suggest, when we go to meet him you may ask him yourself, just don't say I suspected otherwise. \n\nAs Mistmyr finishes he starts tapping his foot impatiently so as to put the ergency into effect.\n\n We really must hurry, if you have need of final food suplies, or information make it quick. House sevants will fetch you what you want. My spell will only last for ten hours so you must make it a quick march to the city, which is an swift eight hour march. Once their the spell will were off and you will be placed back into the materail plane, Canumbrax has insured me that he knows a way back to the city of splenders once you have completed the task, again through the plane of shadow. Again Canumbrax knows the city and has said that he will try to help when he may. Lets do try to hurry, I must attend a meeting with Lord Istarling of this matter, and other precautions must be taken on the house. " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Can you send horses in with us?\" Naenre asks. \"If time is of the essence, that would help, don't you think?\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " The spell were wear off with time, so getting there faster doesn't matter, it only matters that we start as soon as possiable, as soon as you get there you should have no trouble getting there in the ten hour deration of the spell. \n\nFoot tapping faster he starts to stare holes into the group." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"It matters if I have to walk nonstop for eight hours,\" the drow mutters darkly, mostly under her breath. Then her eyes narrow suspiciously, and she looks back up at Mistmyr, more carefully than before. \"Why is it so urgent that we leave quickly, yet unimportant how quickly we can then proceed to our destination?\" \n \n Spoiler \nActive Sense Motive check to try to get a \"hunch\" about Mistmyr: (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n\n... and that won't do it. Oh well. If he's really lying about anything, maybe he'll still lose on his opposed Bluff. He probably isn't, though. Psh. Paranoid drow. 😛\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Well, no matter how fast you get there in the shadow plane you still have to wait until the ten yours are up, seeing as I won't be there to dismiss the spell. So even if you take horses, and you get there in four hours, you'll have to wait another six until the spell's duratioin disapates. Yes, well, are there any other questions about the plane of shadow, the drow, or the like? " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " Pheiros watches the sorcerer carefully, also trying to sense if the man was holding anything back (Sense Motive +7). But then Pheiros shrugs. He didn't like being rushed on a job, but was ready to move on to where he could get more information.\n\n \"Yes, we should be on our way soon. We could use a few days of travel rations though, and if you have anything that could help us carry the Lady... in case she is unable to walk and we need to make a quick exit.\" (Diplomacy +8)\n\nPheiros decided to try one more time to get a description out of the sorcerer, not sure if the sorcerer was just stressed, absent-minded, or actually dodging his questions, \"While we wait, what did these drow look like again? Any idea why this family would want the lady?\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Well then no use lollygagging around here pontificating. Let us be gone. " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " The drow were obviously magicaly asisted, but other than there afinity for claws, we have nothing else to go by. We assume the Lady wasn't a worshiper of Lolth and there for wouldnt be a prudent sacrifice, so we are still not quiet sure what they want with her. No ransom has been set and as far as we can tell there won't be one, hence the rescue team.As for somthing such as a strecher, you'll have to make do we do not have one readly available and you would be semi-bulky to carry, you would probably benifit more for one made on the field, as to any we can provide in the short time given. \n\nSnapping his fingers, a spark of magic leaps from his hand and three days trail rations apear on the floor before you. Seeing it you aproach and seperate it neatly giving everybody their share, as far as you can tell it hasnt been contamanated in any way.\n\n If that's that, then we must be off. On your nods. " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Reaching back to tighten the straps on his armor, the dwarf will offer up his portion of the rations to the rest of the party.\n\nOnce he's sure everything is secure and he has all his equipment, he'll nod his head towards the mage." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks around at the party and then nods as well, \"I was thinking more of a floating disk,\" he says with a smile, \"but as you say, we can improvise.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Don't be so certain about her not being a sacrifice were she to fall into the hands of Llothites,\" Naenre warns. \"Surface elves in particular are sacrificed monthly, and those of other races are hardly safe. We can assume she won't sacrificed to Lloth in this case simply because those who captured her can't be devoted to the Spider Queen -- not if they allow their males to lead them.\" \n\nShe shakes her head and sighs, appearing somewhat less than pleased. \"But that only means that we have no idea what they're planning to do with her.\" Wondering whether she's going to end up regretting going along with this, Naenre finally nods. \"Fine. I'm ready, I suppose.\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balthamore grabs his share of rations and stows them away.\n\n I actually have my own supply, but won't burden anyone else down with carrying these. If you need them though simply ask. \n\nWith that he prepares for the sorceror's spell to wisk him away to the plane of shadows" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Holding the ever darkening scroll before his eyes, you find it hard to look at, for the darkness seems to creep from your eyes into your very skull and brain. Making skillful motions with his unocupied hand the mage's eyes glow dark as he contacts the darker places in the world.. and those not of this world. His moving hands, and twitching fingers leave trails of shadows, not even shadows, just emptyness.\n\nAs Mistmyr completes his spell, you find yourself in a shadowy world of black and gray. You stand within an abandoned version of the Irlingstar manse, looking out over a bleak wasteland that looks vaguely like a shattered City of Splendors. Before you stands a barrel-chested human male with inky, blue-black skin, no hair, and cold white eyes. He is garbed in traveling clothes\nand a dark, silvery chain shirt. A pair of scabbards swings from his belt, and he holds two fine swords in his hands. He regards you warily with the canine cunning of a great wolf.\n\nAs you come into being and the disorientation that always seem to follow teleportation passes, you see Mistmyr hand the wolf like creature, Canumbrax, a black sapphire. Which the mercanery pockets deftly, even with a hint of a growl in thank you.\n\n There will be a matching one if you bring back the Lady and fellow adventures. If that is all I will be gone. \n\nPulling a piece of metal, what type your not sure, in a shape of a fork. Muttering a few arcane stanza's he falls into himself, and a void opens in your new shadowy world, through which the Mage falls.\n\n So if thats all, I will take one question from all of you and then we'll be off. We have ten hours to make an eight-an-a-half your trip. So begian. \n \n Spoiler \n((00C-> if you want to ask what the guy might know make a diplomancy check. oh and just thought i'd plug somthing cool that i thought some of you guys might like. new 360 game Assassin's Creed , just type in an age over 18. enjoy\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nPheiros asks Canumbrax what he can tell the party about the abductors.\n Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Ah... Half-Elf, you and me have something in commen. I might have heard somthing, that sounded like them, but I don't wish to clog your head with high flying rumors, just the facts for you good folks. \n\nTurning to the rest of the group he waits patiently.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ((00C->nice try, need a little more umph. ))\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " What do you know about this city we're headin too? \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf its possible, can I use intimidate instead? Strongarm him instead of being nice?\nDiplomacy: (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \nIntimidate: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Are there any qualities to this plane that might interfere with magic? " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " You don't worry me dwarf, I have seen things that would make your beard change colors. As for magic on this plane, anything that deals with darkness or shadows, is increased beyond power. While it is nay impossiable to summon a light source onto this plane, your best bet is sun rods and the like. \n\nAs he says this he draws a sunrod from his pack and throws it to the closest person with a free hand.\n\n I need not the light that some humans and elves may need, but as we have both feel free to strike a light. Let us be off if that is the last of your questions. " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"Well, if my everburning torch doesn't work, it wouldn't really be living up to it's name.\" Loft pulls his torch out of his backpack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry I haven't been on for a while, my computer got **ed up.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Impressed, Camunbrax nods his head and turns around, keeping his head close to the ground looking at barely perceptable tracks.\n\n That should do, we have quiet a trip ahead of use so lets begian. \n\nMoving off through the deserted city, you soon find yourself coming apon caves, the time on this plane seemed to be flying by, and at other times barely moving. Coming into the caves your guide stops waiting for you to stop. He takes out some dry trail rations and begians to nible on them.\n\n We are entering the shadow underdark, and have only another half and quarter hour left on our march. Eat, furnish ideas, share information, as will I. We move in fifteen minutes. She drow you should probably start with your knowledge of drow, and I will fill in your blanks, for their will be blanks in this tale. " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft sits down invites Pheiros and Canumbrax over with a wave of his hand. \"Please, join me. I have some questions for the both of you.\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros pulls out his waterskin and takes a drink, turning to offer it to his companions, including Camunbrax. Upon hearing Loft's question he looks briefly at Camunbrax, raising his eyebrow slightly, and then turns to look at Loft.\n\n \"What would you like to know?\" Pheiros replies." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"First, perhaps you should give us more about these drow,\" Naenre replies slowly, magenta eyes taking in the strange man's savage form very thoroughly, without any coy pretenses. She stalks a slow circle around him, then looks around at her surroundings, as if thinking.\n\n \"Your success, and your reward, is inextricably tied to ours.\" Those strange drow eyes move back to the barrel-chested man, so clearly not drow despite his skin, yet so clearly no normal human just the same. They flicker down slightly, and her lips curl into a wry smile, then back up to his eyes as she approaches him, tickling a fingertip lightly over his chest. \"It's an uncommon thing among my kind for a female to ask anything of a male in this way ... but I'm asking it of you, now: please, tell us what you know of these drow. I know enough of the ssinssriggorbb, but this is a different thing. These drow do not, cannot, follow Lloth -- not if they allow their males to lead them. Are they followers of Vhaeraun, or is it something else entirely?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI didn't get to do this earlier, so here it is now:\n\nBluff (seduction): (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \n\nDiplomacy: (1d20+11)[ 15 ] \n\nA little of A, a little of B ... maybe something will stick. 😉\n\nYesh, good bonuses, meet poor rolls. xD\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Grabbing Naerne's finger, he twist and shoves, gently of course. Sneering at the she-drow, that turned into a some what of a snarl, showing his more bestial side.\n\n The last time I bedded a drow women, a priestess in fact, she found a dagger in her heart before she could speak of how comforatable a mere mails mattress really was. \n\nHolding up his right index finger he silently implores the Ebony Skinned Elf not to speak further, for he would give her information, after he talked the the Son of a Celestial. A Half Breed, go figure. Turning to Loft he nods, finding it odd that he wanted to have the spell caster's anwser. ( Yes he figured out that you were a spell caster from the lanky build, and soft hands, very perseptive fellow this beast of a guide)." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre stiffens and snatches her hand away, a shadow passing over her eyes that even the darkness of her skin can't match, and steps back away from the man. She drops the smoked lenses of her protective glasses down over her eyes in a seemingly instinctive gesture, despite having no need of them here.\n\n \"Suit yourself,\" she replies icily, and rather than join the others, turns on her heel and walks some distance farther into the cave.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShe's not really wandering off but does make a show of \"scouting,\" which is really (Bluff: (1d20+9)[ 17 ] ) more of an excuse to distance herself, assert independence, get control of and conceal her anger and her embarassment, and avoid showing weakness. Still ... even in making a show of it, she actually does take a look around. (Search: (1d20+13)[ 22 ] , Spot: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] )\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"Canumbrax, I will be very straight-forward with my questions, and I believe that you will answer them in that very same fashion. You seem quite distinguished for a... man... of your occupation.\" \n\nLoft holds out his hand.\n\n \"If you let me, perhaps I may call you friend?\" \n \n Spoiler \nIf I need it...\n\nDiplomacy 1d20+5=24 \n \n\n\n(He'll speak with Pheiros once he's done asking Canumbrax questions.)" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Turning to the group, Dominus snorts and shakes his head\n\n \"Ye want to know about drow? I can tell you about drow, fought them a couple of times when they ventured up from their holes to try and take our mines. They're cowardly, backstabbin, lyin thieves who don't know a lick about honor and justice. Sell their own mother down the shaft if they thought it'd get them the favour of ther bitch goddess\" \n\nHe raises his visor and spits before turning back to surveying the plane." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Growling at the Mages offered hand, the half beast only shrugs. Showing the Aasmir to continue." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros leans back against the cave wall and looks from Naenre to Loft to Canumbrax, taking stock of the situation.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPheiros little half-elf ears pop up like radar dishes:\n SenseMotive - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \nedit: I hope I don't roll this crappy in combat too...\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft ignores the beast's blatant insolence, and continues with his questioning.\n\n \"Do you know of any reason why these drow would kidnap the lady? Where are they taking her?\" \n \n Spoiler \nHoly , this guy must be an Exemplar of Sense Motive.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((00C-> He really isnt being as sullen as you think thats just his personality. For instance, he doesnt respect the fact that you asked the question away from your \"brood\" or group of companions, he thanks that if your making this trek you should be sharing everthing with each other which is why...))\n\nSpeaking up so that everybody can hear his statement. Your guide answers Loft's question.\n\n Alas, no, I am ill informed onto the reasoning behind the Lord's Lady's capture. Though I have realized somthing that aught to help you in your upcoming battle. I have walked beside drow, behind, before, and drove my dagger into their hearts. I do not care for their cruel taste, but I do like there coin, know what I am about to tell you comes at no cost.. at least not yet. \n\nRaising his voice so even the drow \"Scouting\" in the back can hear him, Camunbrax begins to tell you all he knows about these drow.\n\n After hearing the description of these drow I put all thougths out of my head of a rescue mission conducted by myself. The tale of shadows and claws gave me pause, for there are preciose few drow that meet that description, and after a gold coin or two changed hands with a duergar slaver I know from this city, my instinces were justified. For this is no normal drow house, nor is this a a usual house of Vhaeruan worshiping in the deeps of Lolth's hole. No these drow are far more powerful and connected than can be imagined. These are the Jaezred Chaulssin, the Deep Assassins, Shadow breed, many years of drow blood flow in the blood of these creatures, but that is not the only foul substance that taints their insides, it is well known (of the group), that they have bread with that of the Shadow Dragons, for many uncounted centuries. Making them stronger, faster, smarter, and above all more dangerous. That is the reason I declined the job, and that is the reason I hesitated to join in with any group going after this caputered bride. \n\nStaring around intently at the group his canines start to show in a hardly perceptiable snarl escapes his sneering face." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre chooses this moment to stalk back over to the group, fists clenched at her sides in a show of annoyance.\n\n \"Now the truth comes out. For this, we're only being paid 4,000 gold apiece?\" she demands, gesturing expansively. She points an accusatory finger at the guide, adding, \"Just working with him should be worth at least another 2,000!\" \n\nShe plops down sulkily, arms folded over her chest, glowering back at the guide just as much as he keeps glowering at everyone else." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Don't blame the Istarlings, they had hardly a clue what it was, and as for working with me, you might want to enjoy it while you can, for I am your ticket out of here. " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"I wholeheartedly agree with you, Naenre. Four thousand is quite a minimal sum. says Loft continuing on in jest, \"I suggest we find the Lady and ransom her back to Lord Istarling.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "That elicits a laugh and a wry grin from Naenre, in spite of herself. \"Don't tempt me.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"The contract was fairly stated, and the price agreed upon. They're shall be no ransoming. It is our own fault for not determining the particulars before agreeing to this.\"\n \n\nThe dwarf shakes his head" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Noticing that the dwarf is taking this seriously, Naenre continues, deadpan, as if she hadn't heard him, \"Or, now that I come to think of it, if she's important enough to have attracted the attention of such powerful beings, she might be a worthy sacrifice. Perhaps I could even regain Lloth's favor!\" \n \n Spoiler \nPure fluff Bluff check to avoid visual cues that she's teasing, like grinning: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] 😁\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"Well Naenre, you'd have to do something to make up for the company you keep,\" quips Pheiros with a slight smile, but then his expression turns serious, his green eyes flashing like emeralds in Loft's torchlight.\n\n \"We all have our reasons for taking on this job, and though I don't like this development any more than the rest of you, I don't relish angering both this clan of assassins and a Lord of Waterdeep. Let's just hope there's worthwhile loot and that the Lady is grateful.\" \n\nPheiros runs his fingers along the feathers of the arrows in his quiver, \"We'll need to be smart about this one, even with ten of Dominus, I doubt we'd survive a frontal assault, nor the Lady either.\" He turns to look at Camunbrax, , \"So how does one outwit a shadow-spawned family of assassins? Do they have enemies we can enlist? A backdoor we can open?\" " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft hunches his shoulders and says, \"I vote that we can cross that bridge when we come to it.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"It might be possible for me to enter the city itself safely ... as I said before, seemingly just another commoner,\" Naenre offers, her expression sobering again. \"Unfortunately, I'd have to do it alone. But I might uncover something, and I suppose it might be possible to somehow turn attention to these intruders, if I'm lucky, and thereby create chaos and confusion that might allow us to somehow steal away our Lady ... but risky, too. I don't know the exact political and social situation in this particular city, and if I were found out as a heretic ...\" \n\nShe hugs her arms around herself reflexively. \"If I were found out as a heretic, I would be better off killing myself before they could capture me.\" \n\nAs an afterthought, she adds under her breath, \"... and even that might not save me.\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Looking at Pheiros with a mixture of Suprise and Respect, Camunbrax speaks again, this time with a smile on his lips (almost looking like another snarl).\n\n Well, half-elf, that is exactly what I have planed. What people not knowledgable of the City, is that there is very upstart house that is just waiting for a chance to take down, what they think is a rivial house. Now if some one where to drop some information their way... Oh like this certian house is a group of Heretics, well they may just take some sort of action. Now if we plan this around your said \"Rescue\" maybe we could create a distraction that would help in your fight and flight. I'm also privledged to certain information on the houses outer perimeter, which I fill you in on when we get there. \n\nNodding, you see his smile widding... Just before it fell from his face. Shouting, eyes wide with shock- Aye, Ware, SHADOWS! \n\nPulling one sword from his hip with his right hand, and pulling a Sunrod from his back with his left, he strikes it's alchemic top on the rough, stone like surface of the plane, it lights showing shadowy figures dart across the designated camp area.\nRoll Knowledge for Plane and Arcane." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "With a look of utter awe upon his face, Loft screams, \"Gods blast these bloody things straight to the burning Abyss!\" He then downs a glowing, blue potion from his pack, and tosses a dull, brownish one to Dominus, saying \"Douse it on your weapon.\" \n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge: Arcana - 1d20+10=22 \n\nThat was a potion of Mage Armor and a potion of Magic Weapon\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Muttering to himself, he spends a moment smearing the potion onto his weapon, a look of distaste in his eyes.\n \n\"If this leaves so much as a spot of rust on Bertha, its your head\" \n\nHe then steps to the forefront against the encroaching shadows." }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balthamore stands, scanning the shadows and grabbing for the holy symbol of Kossuth at his belt.\n\n Knoweldge Planes - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n What manner of creature is this? Come be illumined by the holy light of Kossuth! " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Knowledge, planes (untrained): (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n\nKnowledge, arcana (untrained): (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nEyes wide even behind her dark lenses, Naenre scrambles to her feet and, reaching for her crossbow, very sensibly moves in a direction opposite the approaching shadows, getting herself well behind the eager dwarven meatshield." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " knowledge planes - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n untrained arcana - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n\nPheiros pulls an arrow onto his bow and holds it at the ready, cursing under his breath for having been caught unaware." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Ok this is a disclamer because i cant seem to get anything going on a table or graph for the battle, so if some one wants to point me in the right dirction. Im gona try a sample one so dont laugh.\n\n{table]A\|B\|C\|D\|E\|F\|G\|H\|I\|\n1\|_\| O \| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n2\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n3\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n4\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n5\|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n6\| O \|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n7\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n8\|_\| O \|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n9\|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n[/table]\n\n O are the shadows\n O is Naerne\n O is Dominus\n O is Balth\n O is Loft\n O is Pheiros\n O is Camunbrax\n \n\n\n((00C->and before you start your combat round post your charactor, you dont have to post in initiative order, but you should only post for one round at a time, and dont move on to the next round until i give the say-so. five foot squares.))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Initiative:\nShadow 1 (1d20+1)[ 21 ] (1)\nShadow 2 (1d20+1)[ 20 ] (3)\nLoft (1d20+2)[ 18 ] (4)\nBalth (1d20+2)[ 14 ] (5)\nDominus (1d20+1)[ 10 ] (6)\nPheiros (1d20+2)[ 10 ] (7)\nNaenre (1d20+3)[ 20 ] (2)\nOh and just forgot to include him, Camunbrax will be (8)\n\n Loft \n \n Spoiler \n You remember from previous lessons that these shadowy creatures come from the depths, and are incorperal, i.e. not harmed by regular weapons, and worldly fires, cold and acid. also you learn of their undeath peril, hoping you can twist that to your advantage, you look through you repritour of spells.\n \n\n Dominus \n \n Spoiler \n You don't remember much about your foes, you just swing your weapon and want to charge. You see your Drow companion in front of you and you feel the urge to rush to her side.\n \n\n Balth \n \n Spoiler \n From you clerical backround you draw the Knowledge of many lessons that were onced preached by your mentor. You see the undead for what they are, and sense their other worldly quilities, such as their incorpraile traits. Hoping that the Flame of Renewal is enough to banish these foes to a place worse than the one you are currently placed at.\n \n\n Naenre \n \n Spoiler \n Seeing the shadows aproach you feel the need to become small and wish to melt into the backround. You also see that they will be immune to your tricker and sneak attacks, also you posions will be of ill to no affect.\n \n\n Pheiros \n \n Spoiler \n Seeing the darkness aproaching you sense their awekwardness towards true day light, and also feel the uneasieness that tells you of the undead that they really are, also knowing that only magic weapons may hurt these other worldly beings, you look at your bow hoping it will be enough. If not then pray that your god will give you the powers to destroy them on the spot.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "As mentioned, Naenre scrambles quickly away from the shadows, trying to get behind someone else, anyone else. Preferably someone who isn't also retreating.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo, um, double single move directly away from the shadows, and another move action to draw her crossbow. If it's necessary, Tumble check first in order to avoid provoking an AoO. 😛\n\nThat should be enough to get behind others. If it isn't, due to terrain or whatever, then a double move, and forget drawing the crossbow.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C->where to.))\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Sornjss Lichdom \n \n Spoiler \n ((00C->where to.))\n \n \n \n\nAs far as C-10, if possible, or down to D-8 if a Tumble check is needed first." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "(Ooo, sad to see even the DM rolls badly for me...)\n\n( Pheiros \nAC 18 HP 37\n\nPheiros lowers his bow with one hand AND grasps his holy symbol, Oghma's silver scroll, in the other. \"By the Oghma's revealing light, begone!\" he cries at the shadow dead.\n\n Turning Check - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n Turning Damage - (2d6+5)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Beware! These creatures are shadows. Mundane weapons will not work on them, and their very touch can drain you of your strength. Leave this fight to us who can call on magical aid. Nanre, get behind me! I will protect you! \n \n Spoiler \n Balth will attempt to put himself between the shadows and Nanre but not move closer to them than he needs to to do so. If the shadows are at a distance he will try to catch them both in a fiery blast. If he can only hit one he will aim for one harmed by Loft if possible. If the shadows close on him he will spend all three charges of his healing belt and attempt a touch attack to do 4d8 damage to a shadow.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft mutters under his breath, \"I can't believe I'm actually using this.\" He holds up his hand, with two fingers extended, and a bright, piercing light emanates from them. \"But it should do something!\" \n \n Spoiler \nDaylight spell-like ability\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n hm.. it's only a light spell, but it will through off their hide effects. i will post effects soon.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Sornjss Lichdom \n \n Spoiler \n Ok this is a disclamer because i cant seem to get anything going on a table or graph for the battle, so if some one wants to point me in the right dirction. Im gona try a sample one so dont laugh.\n\n{table]A\|B\|C\|D\|E\|F\|G\|H\|I\|\n1\|_\| O \| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n2\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n3\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n4\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n5\|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n6\| O \|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n7\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n8\|_\| O \|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n9\|_\|_\| O \|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|_\|\n[/table]\n\n O are the shadows\n O is Naerne\n O is Dominus\n O is Balth\n O is Loft\n O is Pheiros\n O is Camunbrax\n \n\n\n((00C->and before you start your combat round post your charactor, you dont have to post in initiative order, but you should only post for one round at a time, and dont move on to the next round until i give the say-so. five foot squares.)) \n \n\n(Can you make my color Dark Orange instead of Yellow ? I can barely see myself.\n\nBy the way, this avatar is Loft.)" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((\"I see,\" said the Blind Man to his deaf, and dumb Wife, as he picked up his hammer and saw... Ok can do, will in next post.))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(Actually, I've decided to change my color to DarkGreen Lime to match my character better. I got it all done on page 3 and 2, then realized it was Canumbrax' color.)" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "The shadows seem to float towards you, and you glimps the rock behind them. Now getting close, but strangely not making any sounds at all, you see them as humanoid shapes, that step, but dont touch the ground. In fact they seem to be floating and really just walking on air.\n\nThe SheDrow sensiable takes steps away from the closing monsters, getting behind all but Camunbrax. As fire shoots from the Priest and Pheiros intones the power of his god, the shadows squirm and shudder in utter silence, trying to show their pain. In fact one of them starts to turn and flee in the same floating way.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ya, they're just about dead, as long as Balth can hit them with something nasty. Glad to see some damage being done. to bad they have turn resistance, or they would be perverbiale dust.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Dominus is going to step towards the one that is not retreating and swing his axe towards it.\n\nAttack (1d20+11)[ 30 ] Plus whatever I smeared on my weapon\nDamage (1d10)[ 2 ] +4=[ 6 ] Plus whatever I smeared on my weapon" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n and lets see if you hit, 1 to hit. (1d2)[ 1 ] and you do damage, and ill psot soon with results.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "(OOC: Are we on to the next round's actions, or is it pretty much over?)" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n take this to the OOC, and as of now no, breten needs to roll for fiery burst. im not sure what level spell he's using or i would do it. oh and sry, i dont meen to talk like your not going to read this breten, jsut answering Nowhere.\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Holdin his holy symbol out towards the foul creatures of shadow Balthamore calls on the power of his God burning in his brain to send flames of destruction towards the shadows.\n\n May the fires of Kossuth banish all shadow in His Holy Light \n\nRoll to see if the shadows are affected hitting on a 2\n\n (1d2)[ 1 ] for shadow 1\n (1d2)[ 1 ] for shadow 2" }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Auril's frosty arse! \n\nBalthamore swears as he sees the flames have no effect on either shadow.\n\n Well atleast Pheiros' turning worked. But do we chase them down or let them flee? " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Coming back into the light, as the shadows flee, Camunbrax shakes his head.\n\n They be running for few minutes in which time we can get out of here, we should not tarry. They will have no way of tracking us should they still wish us ill. \n\nTossing his sunrod down the opposite tunnel, he heads on the path they were taking earlier, leaving no room to argue.\n\n If you have questions of what I said before the untimely assalt ask while we walk. " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "After another quarter hours walk, you find yourselves in a large, and open cavern, with destroyed stalagtites, which may in a distant past have been houses. As Camunbrax pulls to a stop you feel, more than see, the darkness ebbing out of the area. Turning to your traveling group the Mercanary speaks.\n\n This is were we part ways for a while. I will go and alert the opposing house after I take my leave. There are two main entrances to the tower like structure the drow are using as a house. At the bottom of the Stalagmite turned tower, there is a merchantile, and foot soilder entrance ramp, which leads from the bottom and slowly accends to the main rooms, from there I do not know what lies behind. The other is half way up the towers face, a sort of landing ramp, which looks impressive and usually requires magic to get to though it is climbable. This is actually a place for dragons and there off springs with wings may take flight, and land. Both will be guarded about the same, though by whom or what I can not be sure. Some were in the complex there is an entrance to the shadow plane, were I will wait after I contact the Lolth worshiping house. If you do not turn up there in six hours, I will wait at the edge of the city, where we come back to the material plane. From there we will axcess the shadow plane again, and then go to undermountain, and from there, Waterdeep and payment. \n\nAs the half-breed finishes his speal, gray blures, lights, you realize, from the material plane, start to flash and whirl about you.\n\n Your spell is about to end, and this is were we split ways for a time. When four hours pass hence forth, I will contact the Opposing house, and they will start a battle or siege, try to be in the house by then. If you have any final questions ask them now? \n\nAs he speaks this last part you hear roaring and tearing, as the planes start to seperate...\n\n(( do hurry... it's dramtic writing at it's finest.))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(I don't understand, are we supposed to stay in the shadow plane or leave it?)" }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Okay, so we are supposed to sneak/fight our way through this tower, locate the portal to the shadow plane and meet you there. We can go through the bottom floor, or the landing. Hmm anyone know how to fly? " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n the shadow plane is just a way of transportation, the rest of the time will basicly be spent in the underdark.\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros nods at Camunbrax, \"So we will make our way to the house and in, trying to determine the location of the Lady, while you set up a distraction. We will see you on the other side then Camunbrax, good hunting.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"We go in the front door, and demand that they return the lady to us or face the consequences. Sneaking around is for thieves and murders, and I sir, am neither. \" \n\nReholstering his axe after the shadows flee, he is going to cross his arms over the top of his shield, and lean against it." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft glares at Dominus. \"Do you believe that is what they would do for you? If you do believe so, you are most likely quite insane. If we must act like thieves and murderers to take a noble lady back from the real thieves and murderers, let it be so.\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth interjects himself into the conversation before an arguement can break out\n\n I do not believe that we can sneak in completely undetected. Even if Dominus does not shout warning ahead he is hardly equipped for sneaking, and for that matter neither am I. I am afraid it comes down to an assault.\n\nI do not believe that giving the drow notice that we are here will help anyone, and would greatly endanger both us, and the life of the lady. There is nothing honourable about that. I do understand you aversion to fighting dirty though dwarf.\n\nWould it satisfy your conscience if in an assault your role was to defend us from attacks by the drow. That way you would only have to attack those who were already proving themselves to be a threat. " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft paces back and forth, scratching his temple, as he says, \"I believe we should trust Pheiros to concoct a plan that may be adequate for our... situation. Or, if he decides so, we may all devise our own and have a vote.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"Depending on the circumstances, I might be able to get around a good deal of fighting entirely,\" Naenre puts in thoughtfully. \"Uniquely among us, I can actually look as though I belong here, as long as I'm somewhere a mere commoner might realistically be. I might even manage to blend myself in with the common soldiers of our target house, with some effort and a little luck.\" \n\nTurning to Dominus, she adds in a slightly harsher tone, her accent slipping out slightly as she speaks, \"Bearing in mind that our goal is to rescue this woman and naut to attempt to singlehandedly annihilate the city, a method that minimizes or, ideally, avoids bloodshed in turn maximizes our chances of success. I assume you do value her life more than your desire for battle?\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "As the shadow world swirled around them, Pheiros looked at the dwarven knight sympathetically \"Naenre speaks true Dominus, our first responsibility is to the Lady and her rescue, as entrusted to us by Lord Istarling. But you are also right, we are not thieves come to steal the Lady, nor do I think we will all succeed in trying to sneak past a clan of assassins. \" \n\nPheiros pauses to finger his holy symbol, looking thoughtfully at Oghma's silver scroll, \"We still know too little. We have no idea why they took the Lady, so therefore little idea of what situation she might be in, or even of her desire to return. We need to get into that house before her kidnappers decide to whisk her away...\" Pheiros looks back at Dominus with a smile, \" and to encourage them to stick around for a fair fight.\" \n \"We still need to make it to the tower though, and I suggest we have Naenre lead the way. When we get there I can ask Oghma's advice for the best way in. Though since we are not equipped to take on shadow dragons, right now the soldier's door seems like our best option.\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "As the shadows whirl around you in half formed shapes, the darkness seems to pulse as if trying to fight a battle it knows it can't win.\n\n Well then, I'll see you off and about. Do try to stay out of trouble, a drow city can be dangerous. Slaves are not uncommon, but one drow to four slaves is a bit much.. You could try a spell of disguise and seem a better fit. Oh yes, from this point you can see the House, as it is one of the closest to the wall. A quaters-hour walk will get you to the soldiers entrance, which has an iron door fitted on it's inside. You should be able to get there with plunty of time to have a brief scouting mission, before the opposing house falls on the tower. Do try to be in the Rock by then, I'm sure they will stack the guard on the outside entrances at this assult. \n\nAs he speaks, Camunbrax walks backwards, leaving a bigger gap between him and your group, who's area is becoming a lighter shade of gray with every moment. Finally at the sound of tearing parchment, the everburning touch gives off twice it did in the realm of shadows, and seems like an obvious becon in the creeping darkness, which seems no less intense but all the more alive, as the smell and the noise of a busling city assults your senses. You see the soft glow of faerie fire radiating from the beautiful buildings filling the cavern. It is ruffly half the size of skullport, with also about half it's inhabitants. It stretches to your left farther than it does to your right, afording you the sight of two cavern walls. The wall at your back gently slopped in on itself getting, the distance between the floor and ceiling getting shorter and shorter, and finally ending in a field of razor like stalagtites, and stalagmites, which hung (ironicly) like a dragons maw at your back. You look back and see no sign of your wolfish guide, who surly stayed on the lightless plane of exsitance. He seemed almost comfortable their, a foreign thought to all of you. The closest house is just as Camunbrax desribed, a tower like building that use to be a stalagemit, and stalagetite grown together, making a solid column in the cavern. Half way up it's side there was a plateau bedecked in carvings of dragons in flight, drow on saddle back. This gateway is not facing you however, it is faced towards the left and the majority of the city, which gave you a breath taking view of it's further beauty.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((00C, from now you have four hours, which i will ruffly update you on depending on what activities you decide to partake in, I will tell you how long certain things will take, so you can gage a stradigy. The glow of the buildings gives 20ft low light vision, and (im bending the rules here) 5ft regular. however does not hender darvision. Now be on you merry way. be quick about your plan, that torch will rouse suspicion from the closest houses, including a tower like one...))\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre whirls around, her expression unmistakably urgent. \"Torch. Away. Now.\" \n\nAs soon as the light is hidden away, she continues, speaking quickly, \"It's time for me to be candid. I wasn't born in any Underdark city -- I was born in the forest of Cormanthor, on the surface. There's a relatively small group of Lloth-worshippers there. This ... in many ways is as new to me as any of you.\" She turns to look up at the tower and opens her mouth as if to speak again, then slowly closes it, unable to find words as she stares at what, if she's to be believed, is a part of her heritage she must have only known from stories.\n\nQuietly, she says finally, \"He's right. You would have to be slaves.\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Does anyone have disguising magics? I don't have anything of the type in my mind. I also don't think anyone is going to believe I am a slave looking like this. \n\nHe gestures towards his etched armour and shield bearing the bright flames of Kossuth." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft sighs and throws his torch far down in the cavern. \"That was money well spent.\" He looks to Balthamore and says, \"Neither do I, unless you want me to blast fire in your face until it's blackened and your eyes are boiling and bloody.\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"I can disguise myself for long enough to get into the house... two drow walking with three slaves or bodyguards should get us to the door, if not through it.\" \n\nPheiros placed his hand on Balth's shoulder, \"I doubt there will be any robes here large enough to disguise you, but if you can strap your shield on your back and pull your cloak around your front, Kossuth may escape their notice. The trick to disguise is in your attitude... though it might help if you all were carrying something.\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balthamore sighs, and nods.\n\n I can do better yet \nQuickly he doffs his robe, revealing the simple undertunic beneath. He bundles up his armour and shield and robe in the dark grey cloak he wears. Then he knees down to grab some dust from the cavern floor and begins smearing it on his arms, legs and undertunic, and mussing up his hair.\n\nHe inspects himself for a second and whispers a regretful prayer\n\n Kossuth forgive me for hiding your glory, but every fires must be extinguished when you are being hunted by night. \n\nThen he turns awkwardly towards Nanre, suddenly aware of the other's attention.\n\n Sooo...is this enough or should someone hit me a couple times to make it more realistic? " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"You might want to give yourself some non-lethal burn marks on your arms, you'd be used to the feel of flames by now, I presume? And, speaking of that, perhaps somebody has some chains, possibly? I believe I've seen enough of my parents to know how a captured paladin would act.\" \n \n Spoiler \nWho is the LG god in the Forgotten Realms?\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((Tyr, god of justice))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(Have anything to do with the Norse god Tyr?" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((no idea, but back to planning, where are you guys going to go?))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(I think I should wear the dwarf's armor and pretend to be a captured paladin, if I can use my Bluff instead of Disguise.)" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((tell the group not me, and yes you would, and you would get a bonus being an aasmir and all, though you might get attacked on spot if a priestess of lolth sees you.))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I doubt you'd fit in my armor, and there's no way I'm walkin into a drow city without it. I could always disguise myself as a bleedin grey dwarf, I hear some of them trade with the drow. But it makes me skin crawl to even think of doin it.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "To Loft, Naenre says, \"You know, you can keep the torch -- just hiding it away for now will do. Having a light you can suddenly shine in someone's face to gain an advantage in a dire emergency might even be useful. Believe me, I know: none of them would like that in the least.\" \n\nTurning then to Balthamore, she adds with a sly, crooked grin, making a teasing show of cracking her knuckles, \"And ... I can certainly hit you if you'd like.\" " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft eyes the bundle in Balthamore's arms, \"What about the scale mail that the fire priest is holding?\" he says indifferently. \"That could pass as long as it doesn't have any holy symbols of Kossuth all over it. And about those chains, I didn't get an answer yet. Do we have any?\" \n\n((Dwarves are medium sized, and they don't need their armor custom made. It could fit on me, but it would look strange, since it's dwarven made.))" }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks back at the tower and says, \"Naenre can walk in front and I'll take the back. Loft and Balth can walk behind Naenre. Keep your eyes down, drop your shoulders, and try to look dejected. Keep your hands behind your back as if you're bound.\" Pheiros rubs his chin for a moment, thinking. \"Dominus you can be in the back with me, act like you're watching Loft and Balthamore.\" \n \"We'll need a story when get to the door though, or if somebody stops us. I'd suggest telling a partial truth, we found adventurers from Waterdeep who after the Lady, and we're bringing them to the tower for a reward. When we get to the door we'll figure out the best way in... it may have to be by force, so be ready.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBefore the party moves, Pheiros will cast disguise self, changing his features to match a Drow male, taking off a few inches in height too.\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth blushes as crimson as the flames of Kossuth himself.\n\n Ummm well I only thought it would help with the disguise and all. I don't like getting hit or anything. I could try to burn myself, I am not afraid of fire at all...but us followers of Kossuth are a bit hard to burn sometimes. Maybe I am being silly, but its something I heard once in a bard's tale....and if it will help the lady I am not afraid to do it. \n\nBut as he speaks his voice almost crack, as if he was saying it as much to convince himself than anyone else." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "The drow's expression shifts to one of wry amusement, and she shakes her head, waving off the offer dismissively. \"You would likelier be beaten with a whip,\" she demurs. Then she looks back up at the tower again, and her smirk fades, giving way for the first time to something that looks like genuine, haunted fear.\n\nTaking a slow, deep breath, she asks finally, \"Are we ready?\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth nods. Ready " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft seems disheartened, \"Pheiros, I really think that I would do better as a paladin. He then averts his eyes to Naenre and says, \"You wouldn't happen to have any unpoisoned crossbow bolts would you?\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((OOC: Er ... technically, Loft shouldn't know Naenre's bolts are poisoned since she never said anything about it, but since it's largely unimportant, to avoid confusing the issue, I'll retroactively assume she mentioned it during the trip.))\n\n \"Uh, well,\" the drow responds awkwardly, shifting her eyes slightly to one side. \"No. Not really. Why?\" " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "((. Whatever, you're right, doesn't matter. XD Same thing happened to me earlier in the game))\n\n \"I was wondering if you would like to stab me with one, or just plain shoot me with it, but since they're all poisoned, I guess I'll have to find something else. Dominus, would you mind hitting me in the face a couple times with the blunt side of your axe? I want it to look like I went down fighting, as an idiotic paladin would do in a hopeless situation. \n\nHe thens taps his foot for a second and smacks himself in the face.\n\n \"I just remembered I have some bolts, I suppose they might be believable.\" \n\nLoft pulls a crossbow bolt out from underneath the back side of his coat, raises it, and abruptly stabs it into his shoulder. He groans for a second, but then bites down hard on his sleeve.\n\n \n Spoiler \n1d8-1 -> [8,-1] = (7)\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"You want me to smack you upside the head? If you say so. But don't blame me for any brain damage. It sound's like your all ready addled\" \nThe dwarf shrugs before spitting on his hands and grasping his axe and swinging the blunt end towards the side of Lofts head a couple of times to get the timing right, before smacking him upside the head with it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll: (1d20+7)[ 20 ] -4 for subdual\nDamage Roll: (1d10+6)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft falls to the floor and spits saliva-diluted blood all over the floor. He picks up some blood soaked dirt and rubs it into his hair and across his face.\n\n \"All right, dwarf, thats enough. If you hit me again I think my jaw just might snap off.\" he says shakily.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm at 5 lethal health, 1 subdual\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": " Stay near to me in this battle friend Loft, and when it begins I will heal you. Your bravery advances our disguise, but if the first hit knocks you out we will not have benefit of your spells. \n\nThen he turns to the others\n\n Are we ready yet? I feel the sudden need to burn things. " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"I'm as ready as I can be.\" \n\nHe takes a good look at the towering spire and what else lies on the path ahead.\n\n \"If almost pissing my pants is considered ready.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre looks down at the now-bleeding and battered Loft, then up at Dominus, quirking a snowy white eyebrow.\n\n \"You have a cruel streak. I like that,\" she remarks, magenta eyes twinkling with sly amusement.\n\nBefore the dwarf can protest, she turns again to look up at the tower.\n \n\"And don't worry. You, they'll probably only turn into actual slaves.\" \n\nA slow, deep breath.\n\n \"They'll sacrifice me.\" \n\nDespite the grim prediction, the drow forces a twisted grin onto her face. \"So let's not get caught. I'm ready.\" " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "The dwarf shrugs at the drow and mutters something in Undercommon\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\"He was asking for it. It's not my fault if he can't take a hit.\"\n \n\n\nGrabbing his shield, and returning his axe to a one handed grip, he looks out at the rest of the party.\n \n\"Anyone else need some assistance with their disguise?\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks at Loft's \"disguise\", a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. \"If it helps you to feel like a fallen Paladin, by all means play the role.\" \n\nTurning to the others Pheiros says, \"Let's be off then. If necessary Balth, we may signal for a distraction, in which case I suggest setting yourself on fire... or at least the appearance of it. Naenre can make use of that distraction as necessary.\" \n\nPheiros adds, \"Dominus, Naenre, we should speak in Undercommon until we're inside the tower.\" \n\nPheiros closes his eyes and then his appearance begins to change...\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting disguise self\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "As you walk down the gentle slope that leads to the cities traficing area, you spot carevans of nobles, merchants and commoners walking the street. You pass people, and though they give you hard looks most say nothing. When you get closer to the target house, the crowds thin until when are about 100 yards away from the soldier entrance, you are almost alone. You are starteld when a small group of drow walk out and towards you vering to your right ever so slightl, so as that if they keep the pase they will find them selves in the forset of rocks from which you just came. There are about four of them, and they look to be common drow fodder, nothing special marks them, and none of there weapons seem magical. The four continue there walk and are soon half way between the house and the rocky forest, by there walk you again are reminded of slackieness, as they walk and talk, not checking the people surrounding them, they don't once even glance at you folk, though you are the most notifly stand-out-ish people in the area." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft gives a showy example of an escape attempt shaking around in his chains and continues with an effort to veer off course before tripping and falling on his jaw.\n\n \"Unbind me, you godless bastards! The paladins of Tyr will not stand for this blasphemy! My companions will come looking for me, the mightiest of my entire order!\" \n \n Spoiler \nBluff 1d20+12=30 \n\n\nSorn, can I get a Divine Companion when we get back to the city? It's in Complete Champion, the Divine Sorceror variant. Also, during character creation, I forgot that I only put in 2 instead of 3 bonus languages. What should I put in?\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre, looking furious, wheels and delivers a swift kick to Loft's stomach, as hard as she's able, then stoops to grab hold of his hair, jerk his head back, and put her face right next to his.\n\nEyes blazing, she hisses, \"Be silent, fool, or I'll carve out your tongue myself!\" \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: The anger actually isn't a bluff in this case. Naenre is genuinely angry (and frightened, although she's trying to conceal that part), as the last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself and the \"slaves\" she's leading, or to appear not to have her slaves well under control.\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros turns to Dominus and snarls in Undercommon, \"Get our mighty guest up off the ground and inside. Let us be rid of them.\" Pheiros then puts his hand on Balth's back and shoves him forward." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Naenre, looking furious, wheels and delivers a swift kick to Loft's stomach, as hard as she's able, then stoops to grab hold of his hair, jerk his head back, and put her face right next to his.\n\nEyes blazing, she hisses, \"Be silent, fool, or I'll carve out your tongue myself!\" \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: The anger actually isn't a bluff in this case. Naenre is genuinely angry (and frightened, although she's trying to conceal that part), as the last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself and the \"slaves\" she's leading, or to appear not to have her slaves well under control.\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nSo that's 1d3 subdual damage?\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Dominus mutters and yanks loft off of the ground and onto his shoulder.\n\n \"My apologize sir, I thought we had broken him of those tendencies before the sale, if you'd like you could trade him in for a less willful slave. I have many more to trade\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Old_el_Paso \n \n Spoiler \nSo that's 1d3 subdual damage?\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nI guess 1d3-1. Naenre's not physically powerful. 😛\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n \n Spoiler \nI guess 1d3-1. Naenre's not physically powerful. 😛\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nRoll really fast, I leveled up because of savage prog and now I have 4 instead of 1 subdual hp.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Ack, sorry ... here:\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d3-1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft the 'paladin' pretends to be unconscious, his arms swinging back and forth as he is being carried by Dominus.\n\nHe whispers in his ear, \"Don't be too rough, please. My ear is still ringing from the blow from before.\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n((Are we waiting on something? We're walking towards the door...))\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWe're waiting for the DM to type up something.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Sry guys my comps been Fking with me lately. Ill have it up by 2marow." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "You get closer to the crevice that holds the door way to the house. The Shelf over takes you and the darkness becomes fuller. You come to a set of Iron doors, that apon inspection opens inward, and after quick but unnoticed check they are also locked. After a few secounds of silence you hear movement behind the door, but the shuffling soon stops. Many more secound pass, until the drow in the party spots many symbols etched above the door, brushing debris clear you see it is in a laungage you don't understand but you do recognise. The draconic writings are clear, and only a select few in the party recognise it.\n\n DRACONIC READERS ONLY \n The Mask of Shadows watch, Spiders weave, and Informents lie. As they climb away, who stays? When velvet touches face, When the light reaches it's penicale and dashes the darkness within, who do you call to Blacken your Mark's face? \n\nObviously it's a riddle, but to what, and what it speaks of you don't know. In the darkness of the small cavern your in, the outside seems far away. You can't hear anything behind the door, but you are sure that what ever made the noise previosly is still there.\n\n \n Spoiler \n sorry it took so long, my comp was screwing with me, and i had to go to a different one.\n\nmake Wisdom Checks and Religion Check, Naerne add a +6 bonus to yours, and everybody do a search check. Only those that can read draconic can read the above, but you should probably repeat this to everybody else in the party. replie soon.\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "((I don't know Draconic, but when someone bothers to read it aloud my Knowledge religion check is (1d20+7)[ 25 ] ))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n dont forget a search and wisdom check ( wis mod + 1d20 roll)\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks at the writing and feigns a laugh, \"Ah, a favorite riddle.\" \n\nHe turns to Balth and Loth and taunts, \"Tell me mighty guests, can you figure this one out?\" \n \"The Mask of Shadows watch, Spiders weave, and Informents lie. As they climb away, who stays? When velvet touches face, When the light reaches it's penicale and dashes the darkness within, who do you call to Blacken your Mark's face?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n widsom - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n religion - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n search - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \n search; wisdom (1d20+3=14, 1d20+0=8) \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Dom's Checks\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge Religion (1d20)[ 11 ] Untrained\nSearch (1d20)[ 3 ] +2 if it involves stone due to stonecunning\nWisdom (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n \n\n \n\"Gah, I hate riddles\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre purses her lips and looks closely.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge (religion): (1d20+10)[ 22 ] (with the +6 circumstance)\nWisdom: (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \nSearch: (1d20+13)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm pretty sure that you can use knowledge untrained, but 1d20+3=20 \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Naerne \nYou don't realize much from the riddle, but you do understand it is referncing the Drow Gods, though whome your not sure. What you find strange though is the use of such a wierd language on the outside of drow achiutecture.\n\n Loft \nYour lack of knowledge of the drow and religion shows as the riddle sounds foriegn to you, and your not even sure why it's their. You quickly inspect the ground around the door but don't see much but worn path of travel.\n\n Balth \nHere is were you knowledge and logic shine, you glean from the riddle that it is indeed referencing a god of sorts, and that it is probably hinting at a password. You don't know what god, but you find it odd that the drow would have written in such an obscure language that is so little used out side of magical text.\n\n Dom \nYou sit back as your companions go to work, they seem to have things in better hands than you, after all your just here to kill some abyss cursed drow.\n\n Pheiros \nAfter repeating the riddles words you watch the door closely still thinking of what it might meen. There was defientently a divine meening, but more importantly you see a black half-mask that apon closer inspection reveals a pair of eyes above the hem, that were slowly shifting colors, though stayed dark so that it didn't attract attention." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"Do you see the Mask of the Shadows in front of us?\" Pheiros asks his companions, nodding his head towards the shifting eyes. Looking at Naenre he speaks his question in the form of a statement, \"The mark of Vhaeraun.\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "As Pheiros speaks the word \"Vhaeraun\", a lock behind falls with a clatter, and the doors swing open soundlessly. The darkness seems to become even more palpauble, as if you were just shaunted back into the plane of shadow. A chilly blast emits from the open iron doors, as the pressure from the warm cavern leves with that of the cool stone palace. A brief silence follows the Iron Doors opening, which is quickly broken by the screech and clatter of chairs being pushed away from an unseen table.\n\n Naerne \n \n Spoiler \nYour eyes are starting to ache from the constant use of darkvision, which you haven't had to do for quiet some time know. Though as the doors swing open you are still suprised, and peer intently into the darkness. The sound that you hear after the opening goes unseen but you quickly see the culprits. Four Drow warroirs rush from around the corner of an otherwise exitless corriodor, which sweeps up and to the left, hinting at a spiral like accent. You look at your companions and see that only the half-elf and human clerics were truely \"In the Dark\", as the Celestial Son, and Dwarf were dropping into ready crouchs and staring intently at the oncoming enemies.\n \n\n Loft \n \n Spoiler \nWhen the door opens and the wind hits your face you shudder. Your celestial heratiage seems to have finally paid off though as the darkness gives way to black and white. You spot the persons making the rucass, four armored drow, who wore determined looks, came running your way.\n \n\n Pheiros \n \n Spoiler \nYou are as shocked as every body else as the obviously magical doors reacted to your words. As the doors open, you find yourself looking into a deeper darkness on par with the plane of shadow, effeciently blinding you. You hear what seems to be movement ahead, but with out your sight you are all but useless, as you can't tell what may be approaching.\n \n\n Dom \n \n Spoiler \nThe Noises coming from the open Iron Door are quickly identified by your expereinced ears. Your suspicions are found to be correct when you spot four armored drow running your way. Droping reflexively into a fighting stance, your look wearly at your fellow companions, most of them seems to have spoted the oncoming trouble, but the half-elf, and bald human weren't.\n \n\n Balth \n \n Spoiler \nThe darkness changes to solid pitch as the doors open, as if the natural had been replaced by supernatural darkness. You hear the noise but can't see the hand in front of your face. You realize danger is probably not far away but you aren't going to be much help until you give yourself magical vision, or light your god for all the city to see.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Bump, ok guys start posting." }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth peers into the darkness\n\n Great. He mutters\n\nThen he whispers the words of a spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((am casting Ebon Eyes. I knew it would come in handy))\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Grinning behind the faceplate of his helmet, Dominus unceremoniously drops Loft on the ground before stepping into the doorway, filling it with his armored bulk, while at the same time bring his axe and shield into position.\n\n\n \"I've had enough of this pussyfooting around, time to see what these guys are made off. You guys get behind me.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative Roll: (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \nFree Action: Drop an Object\nMove Action: Step into the doorway using a free action to draw my axe\nStandard Action: Ready an action to attack if any of the enemy Drow enter my range.\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Unable to pierce the darkness, but seeing the intensity of his companions reactions, Pheiros does what he can. He pulls a wand out of his belt and touches it to Loft's back, uttering a command word.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWand of Cure Light Wounds\n (1d8+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> Heal spells go for full. and the requirments to make a wand is level 5, so the spell would be 1d8+5, or sense we do full, it would be 13. 😁\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n \n Spoiler \n If the darkness is magical I will cast ebon eyes. If it isn't then I will simply cast light instead\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C thought i'd clear this up. if you cast Ebony Eyes, you'll get back the 5ft vision. and you also get rid of concealment with it on. but light a 0lvl spell, will do the same thing.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \n initiative (1d20+2=21) \n\nHow wide is the hallway?\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"So much for subtlety,\" Naenre mutters darkly, going for her crossbow and letting fly at the nearest drow warrior not already in close combat with anyone by the time she manages to get the shot off.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \n\nOn a successful hit, damage: (1d4)[ 4 ] (and DC 13 Fortitude save to avoid unconsciousness)\n\n If the target is still flatfooted (if they're acting on separate initiative counts, Naenre will prefer a target who acts after her and so is still flatfooted), sneak attack damage: (2d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "And let it began\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\nBalth is Red and inti is (1d20)[ 15 ] add your mod\nNaerne is Purple and init is (1d20)[ 9 ] as above\nDom is Brown and inti is (1d20)[ 20 ] as above\nLoft is Green and inti is (1d20)[ 4 ] as above\nPherios is Blue and inti is (1d20)[ 13 ] as above\nDrow are Red/black dots:\n (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \nSpecial Drow is Blue/black dot is (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\nBrown thing is table, Blue are doors. Letters suck but i had to do it quick. Hope you can tell were walls end and begian. post in inti order.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Initiative 21. Yay, the tank get to position himself first.\n\nDominus is going to 5-foot step to G10, which should block anyone from getting behind him without provoking an AOO. He then uses a swift action to call out the Blue Dot with a fighting challenge. Finally, he'll use his standard action to turtle, going fully defensive.\n\nStatus Block:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 63\nAC: 30 vs the Blue Dot. 29 vs All others. Touch: 19 vs Blue, 18 vs All others.\nPosition: G10\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "The menacing looking drow in the back smiles in an almost animal like way. He arches his head back and lets out an inhumaniod roar. Shedding some sort of disguise, black leathery wings burst from his back. Lunging into the air it spreads eagle, and soars towards you. (Moving to I8) As he gets there he stripes his belt of a hand crossbow and losses a bolt towards Loft... and his red eyes widen as it flies wide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n The bolt zips towards Loft..\n\nTo Hit: (1d20+4)[ 8 ] (12 to hit) lucky sob..\nDamage If Hits:[roll]1d4+2d6[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "((Pheiros' init is 15 then, will post after Balth))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(Loft's initiative is 7, will go after everyone but 2 drow)" }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Taking note of his vulnerability without armour and the forces arrayed against him Balth uncharactaristicly goes on the defensive casting sanctuary on himself." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " Pheiros AC 18 Touch 13 Flat 16 HP 37\n\nPheiros steps up behind Dominous (G11) , and in a smooth motion draws an arrow and fires at the winged drow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Point Blank shot - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "(Now Naenre, two drow, me, two drow, then we start over. Right?)" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "yes sir..." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "So ... initiative 12.\n\nCan I keep my attack roll I already did? 😁\n\nIf so, I will. If not ... same action, same sour, muttered comment, and Naenre doesn't move but does fire at ...\n\npauses to apply a straightedge to the screen and see if she has line of effect to the nearest one\n\nYes! The H6 drow. Which, I believe, is exactly within 30 feet. 😛\n \n Spoiler \nRevised attack roll, if needed:\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] On successful hit, damage: (1d4)[ 1 ] + (2d6)[ 4 ] flatfooted sneak attack(?) ... and DC 13 Fortitude save to avoid unconsciousness\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Er ... and to confirm the underwhelming critical ... 😛\n (1d20+8)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "All of the drow ignore the bald priest, and go for the fellow companions. The arrow fired by Pheiros bounces of the transformed drows toughend hide. Roaring in feral pleasure it reaches for it's next bolt. Naerne takes a different aproach, firing at the closest drow (not the big one with wings) and the poisoned bolt flies straight and true, striking the suprised drow in the throat, tearing out the other side. The drow fell to the floor, hands grasping at the hole in his throat, as his lifeblood puddled in a pool near him.\n\nThe drow stare at there fallen companions, now visably seething with fury. Two of the quickest (I5, K5) react and move foward, covering ground quickly. As they finally get near they pause (H8, I8) long enough to fire the handbows that were in their hands the whole time. Both bolts tear through the air at their only fiesable target... Pheiros.\n\nOne Bolt flies wide as Pheiros throws his hips to the right. The second bolt though hits you in you bicep, just piercing your toughend armored. The hit doesn't have done much damage, though it was lodged tightly in your flesh, already you can feel the numbing rush of drow poison inpose it's self appon you.\n\n \n Spoiler \n They both take the same actions.\n (1d20+2)[ 5 ] to hit\n (1d4)[ 1 ] Poisoned Roll Fort if hit.\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] to hit\n (1d4)[ 2 ] Poisoned Roll Fort if hit.\nOh and I dont meen to pick on you or anything, just the only thing they can hit.\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "((Rolling fort save))\n fort save - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((00C- Yo elpaso" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft grasps one of the gold spheres dangling from his neck, hurling it at one of the drow shortly thereafter.\n\n \"Go back from whence you came, beast,\" he says, apparently still in his paladin disguise.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm using one of my four 2d6 fireballs from my necklace of fireballs type II. I shoot it at ground level I8, which hits the drow at I8, H8, and the flying drow. It has a DC14 Reflex save for half damage.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C, couple of problems elpaso, 1) the \"injured drow\" has a bolt through his neck and motionless... what i'm getting at is he's dead. 2) I though fireballs were a reflex save for half. but i could be wrong. I'll post results shortly, change your post before i post again if you wish.\n\nrecap: big drow flying 20ft above square I8, two other drow are at H8, and I8 (under flying drow). The drow at K4 has yet to move.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nEdited----------------\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \nTo overcome spell resistance... (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n \n\n\nThe fire errupts in a torrent of heat, as your hair flies from the influx of unequal pressure. The drow scream in furry, as the Beastly Drow roars in pain, as the magical fire bypasses their natural magical resistance.\n\nThe two drow on the ground drop dead, singed beyound recognision. The winged drow simplies roars anew, though finishes it with a weeze instead of a smile.\n\nThe drow that is still far away starts running towards you (K6) though can't get far enough before all of you are ready to make your next moves...\n\n \n Spoiler \n I'll start the next round on another post soon, with the new map.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n alrdy did in OOC.\n\nDom- Go ahead and post, the dragon is above I8, hovering at 20ft. the other drow is at (i fibed earlier) J8, near the flying beast.\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Dominus is going to move to H8 and re-assume his defensive stance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 63\nAC: 30 vs the Blue Dot. 29 vs All others. Touch: 19 vs Blue, 18 vs All others.\nPosition: H8\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((00C- ok ive changed the map so it's better but everybody else is still kinda in the same place, though things are switched around.))\n\nThe weakended winged-drow drops to the gound right infront of Dom (inacting an AoO) and takes a deep breath, tendrals of darkness whirl into the drows fanged mouth. Exhailing with all it's might, pushing darkness into the surrounding area. The darkness nips at your very soul, coldness icing into your veins...\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n\nColors match up, red is dragon dude, the blackflamey thing is the breath weapon. Ref save needed. (this is all not needed if dom suceeds on his attack, 96% sure). Crap forgot other drow, he's at E7.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Well, if it's needed:\n\nReflex save (with evasion): (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n\nEdit: And I hope it isn't needed! 😦" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "No attack due being on full defense\nSave: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHopefully unnecessary reflex save.\n\n (d20+3)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth struggles to dodge out of the way of the breath weapon\n\n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n\nTurning to face the dragon he calls upon the residual power granted by his god and throws a ball of flame at the dragon and the drow standing by him.\n\n May the Holy Light of Kossuth burn away all evil! \n\n((I am using my fiery blast feat. I do 3d6 damage since I have a 3rd level fire spell memorized. This is a supernatural ability, and ignores spell resistance. The reflex save is 16))\n\nDamage: (3d6)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save if needed\n Reflex - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nOuch!\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"Dom, finish him already!\" Pheiros shouts as he writhes in pain from the dragon's breath. Stepping forward he draws another arrow and fires it at the last standing drow (at E7).\n\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n you guys might want to slow down, the breath weapon doesnt physically heart you but pheiros, and naerne failed their saves... now they have one negative level.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "The half dragon readies himself as flames shoot from Balth's palm, and the power of gods are invoked...\n\n (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n\nThe DragonDrow smiles as he twirls aside, and the flame rushes right past him, not touching any part of him." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nAre you kidding? Losing a level when nobody has restoration available is really painful... that's a wound that won't heal! 😛\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nPheiros is going to redo his action above, but now with a negative level. He's still going to shout for Dom to attack.\n\nNew rolls if you need them, or just use the last one.\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n\nHP 30/32 (-5 for negative level)\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Holding her head and wobbling slightly as the blackness rips through her, Naenre complains, \"I don't feel well ...\" \n\nIn a motion that's purely reflexive even now, she smoothly reloads her crossbow and lets fly another bolt at the still-standing normal drow in a single motion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack (including the negative level): (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \nOn successful hit: (1d4)[ 1 ] damage + DC 13 Fort save\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "And to confirm another mediocre critical ... 😛\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Either from the bolt recently taken, or the negative energy, Pheiro's aim is wide and the arrow soars into the darkness of the cavern.\n\nNaerne's instinctive movements serve her well, as the bolt flies toward it's intended victom with purpose. The flight ends suddenly in the drows shoulder, just above his heart. He slumps down as the poison starts to pump through his body..\n\n (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n\n... and he falls to the smooth, worked floor of the cave, as he loses his fight with the paralyzing agent." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft points his index, middle, and ring fingers at the last standing drow. He mutters an incantation under his breath, involving many 'S' and 'K' sounds. Three red beams dart from each finger, the two erupting from his index finger and ring finger wrapping around the beam from his middle finger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe ever-beloved magic missile.\n\n (3d4+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAnd spell resistance... (1d20+5)[ 21 ] , oh and not to hark (but i will) magic missles, should probably be called magic bullets, as when there usually described they are magical pelits of force. but that all doesnt really matter now does it.\n \n\n\nThe Beam fires unyielding toward the flying drow, hiting him square in the chest. Even from his heighth, you can hear the cracking of ribs as the force spell makes contact. Falling in tight corkscrews, the dragon becomes motionless, and the cavern hall steadies as the companions are left to themselves...\n\n((00C- Carry on, it's your freedom to rome. There's a door to your right as marked on the map, and the tunnel like complex keeps extending in a sloping leftward pattern, hinting at a spiral effect." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Without hesitation, Naenre stalks over to the unconscious drow warrior, only faltering for a moment as the unaccustomed slight numbness she still feels causes her to sway a little again. She shrugs it off quickly and tries to act as though nothing is wrong, not wishing to show any kind of weakness.\n\nShe kneels by his body and pulls a length of rope from her pack, already moving to begin binding his wrists, none too gently.\n\n \"Perhaps we can extract information from this one,\" she suggests." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I'm going to go see whats in that room over there.\" \n\nDominus whistles loudly to himself as he walks over to the doorway" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft fills up two empty potion bottles with the blood of the half-dragon drow. \"For analysis,\" he says in a no-nonsense manner. \"One for me, and one for Mistmyr.\" He then proceeds to pry out two of it's biggest, sharpest teeth, for obvious reasons." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "While busying herself with her prisoner, Naenre says (without looking over her shoulder), \"And someone should hide the bodies. I would prefer to complete this task quickly, without fighting every member of this house.\" \n\nLooking pointedly at Dominus, she adds, a little reluctantly, \" Please. \" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth mutters to himself and begins strapping on his armour.\n\n So much for the slave disguise. Just as well, I prefer to have good armour between me and the bad guys. \n\nLooking around the group he looks to the status of the others.\n\n Does anyone need healing? he asks" }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"I feel like my soul has been chomped on\" Pheiros states, drawing another arrow and walking over to the fallen half-dragon. \"Still, it could be worse.\" \n\nPheiros hesitates for a moment, and then fires an arrow into the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCoup de grace, x3 crit + sneak attack\n Crit1 - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n Crit2 - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n Crit3 - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \n Sneak Attack - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nPheiros then quickly searches the half-dragon before grabbing its arms to drag it into hiding." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Pheiros \n \n Spoiler \n After the half-dragon stops breathing, you seach his pockets and equipment. You find a finely crafted rapier, that though well made, doesn't seem to be magical. On the contrary the supple chain mail rippled like a second flesh. The tingle from it's touch showd it might be magical. Also you find to vials, one holding a blue tinged oil, and the other swishing a sweet smelling fluid.\n \n\n Loft \n \n Spoiler \n There seems to be a sloping from here on and turning left. Other than this the only thing you do is watch your companions do there work.\n \n\n Naerne \n \n Spoiler \n After the drow seemed secure you stand and look around your companions seemed to be doing things of intrest. As the drow stires he is drowsy, and not fully concious. Soon you will have to kill him or muffle him.\n \n\n Balth \n \n Spoiler \n No one seems to be needing any healing (atleast from whats in your power to heal), so you walk about looking for something to occupy yourself...\n \n\n Dom \n \n Spoiler \n The door you walk up to is unlocked, as you step in nothing seems amiss. Searching about you find some rations, four short spears, and 26 gold coins. You find no other exits from the, obviouse midroom.\n \n\n\nIt's your go. There are two ways out of the tunnel entrance. the slopping up, and the way you just came.\n\n((everybody gets 500exp for the scuffle. and the -1 level... 😁 ))" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Nodding to Naenre, Dominus opens the door to the storeroom.\n\n \"Until such time as their allies have the ability to perform last rites. I do believe that this would work as a temporary morgue.\" \n\nThat said, he grabs the first dead drow and carries him into the storeroom." }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth starts dragging bodies into the other room.\n\n Is there a fireplace in there? If so I can dispose of these. " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((no, sorry, you still can use the center of it))" }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth helps drag the last of the dead drow into the room, then smiles.\n\n I got their last rites right here! Praise Kossuth! \n\nWith that Balth calls upon the power of his God and burns the bodies to ash.\n((using fiery blast))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre reloads her crossbow, turns the just-stirring body of her victim over, and drops a knee onto his chest to help him wake up as she levels her weapon at his head so that the first thing he'll see as his eyes open is a bolt aimed directly between them.\n\n \" Ussta kestal, jaluk, \" she says in a softly menacing tone, speaking a form of elvish -- specifically the drow dialect, \" zhah nindel dos morfeth nindol dubo. \" \n \n Spoiler \n(\"My hope, male, is that you make this hard.\")\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "After dragging the half-dragon into room, Pheiros concentrates on the the beast's items and armor, whispering a prayer for revelation.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Detect Magic on the armor and vials\n \n\n\nPheiros notices Naenre interrogation, and walks up behind the bound drow \"One moment, I can help\" Looking down at the bound drow he whispers another prayer in Oghma's ear. A weight seems to lift off of everyone near Pheiros...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast zone of truth \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "The drow stires, and stares at Naerne, searching her body for.. somthing. Soon, after looking, with clear disgust, at Pheiros, he responds.\n\n Gi, whol natha yathrin ulu rei ji ugul. Darthien lu'rivvin dos noriam wund dosst crowd, lu'zhahen zhah dosst elgluth. Dos orn ragar naubol whol dos ghil, Usstan alu ulu Vhaeruan xuil zhaunil d'dosst houj wun ussta xukuth. \n \n Spoiler \n (Common) Oh, for a priestess to fall so low. Elves and humans you count among your crowd, and were is your whip. You will find nothing for you here, I go to Vhaeruan with knowledge of your failure in my heart.\n \n\n Pheiros \n \n Spoiler \n your divinations reviels a faint trase of transmutation around the oil. Some sort of enhancing agent. The other potion hails from the school of conjuration, and shedds nuratioment. (Oil of Magic Weapon, Potioin of Cure Wounds, Moderate)\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros places the potions in his belt pouch and catches the fallen drow's words. Reaching down he grasps the drow's shoulder lightly, causing the dark elf's bleeding to slow. ((converting create water to cure minor wounds))\n\nPheiros replies in Undercommon, \"And yet you have fallen further still. A lowly drow warrior, bleeding on the ground floor. I bet you have never been trusted to leave the tower... unaware of what happens in your own house. Tell me, fallen one, do you even know why your companions visited the surface? Or do they have you just watching the door?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSkill checks at -1\n Bluff check - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n Sense motive - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n\nWith zone of truth going....\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((SNowfall, Do you speak DrowDialect?))" }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nTo be honest, I didn't even know that a separate drow dialect existed from Undercommon... but my intent when making Pheiros was to give the language of the Drow as one of his languages. So either, I can drop one of his other languages for drow (say goblin), or you can just disregard the above post... he'll let Naenre handle the interrogation.\n\nAlso, it would help if you listed the language used in the spoiler... I hadn't followed it from Naenre's post unfortunately!\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n np. yes there is a seperate form of elven (drow dialect), you can drop goblin and act as if you've had the entire time.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIs the drow dialect in Forgotten Realms, because it isn't a drow automatic language in the MM.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n((In PHB they speak elven, but FRCS they speak their own language, which makes sense seeing as they dispise the elves. Why would they keep their language? But if you didnt realize this you may replace elven, for elven(Drow Dialect), unless it was an automatic language.))\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Spoiler \n((There's a lot of similarity between the languages, though, maybe even to the point that someone who speaks elven could be understood by someone who speaks the drow dialect. Like (super geeky moment) I know that \"vendui'\" is a greeting in drow, while it's \"vedui'\" in elven. Practically the same, and you'd be understood, but if you said \"vendui'\" to a surface elf, it'd be a dead giveaway that you're speaking the drow dialect and wouldn't make him or her too happy. Undercommon, though, I believe is just a general Underdark trade language and might work for being able to communicate, although not necessarily to pass yourself off as drow.))\n\nPost to follow soon. I don't have time just now. 😛\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((Nowhere Girl, Where are you?, and everybody take 1,000 exp for their troubles.))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((Sorry, life's been a pain. I'm here!))\n\nNaenre's eyes widen, then narrow dangerously, and her cheeks seem to redden slightly even through her inky complexion.\n\n \"Lu'lu'oh xun dos zhaun usstan zhahus rin'ov natha yathrin a jal?\" she demands sharply. Then she purses her lips and moves to grab one of the captive's bound arms.\n\n \"Nau,\" she begins to say, struggling with his weight as she starts pulling him toward the door, \"usstan guu'lac dos orn tesso uns'aa. Nindel morfethe dos n'nehr taga kl'eril, jhal dos ph'natha wael ulu talinth usstan orn ori'gato dos el ji pi'rescho. Nau, jaluk. Dos orn tlu muth a waenre d'Lloth, lu'nind orn plynn zhaunil d'dosst qu'ellar dal dos, a jiv'elgg xor a faer, xor a tu'. L'waenre d'Vhaerun orn tlu elggat.\" \n\nGrinding her teeth in a combination of anger and effort, the vengeful drow continues, roughly dragging her would-be victim face-first on the floor, \"Jhal dos orn naut el quin. Nau. P'leik lu'ter'rol zhah calestio ulu Lloth, lu'dos orn zah'har zakath tu'jol jala dos inbal rin'ov izwin. Vel'drav nind xun balbau dos l'belbol d'streea, ol orn tlu 'zil natha or'shanse pholor l'orlenggin d'l'Orbb Valsharess!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\"And how do you know I was ever a priestess at all?\"\n\n\"No, I doubt you will tell me. That makes you less than useless, but you are a fool to think I will let you die so easily. No, male. You will be found by servants of Lloth, and they will take knowledge of your house from you, by torture or by magic, or by both. The servants of Vhaerun will be destroyed.\"\n\n\"But you will not die yet. No. Suffering and terror is pleasing to Lloth, and you will suffer agony beyond any you have ever known. When they do grant you the gift of death, it will be as a sacrifice on the altar of the Spider Queen!\"\n\n(No Bluff check or need to roll a save against the spell effects to lie at all. Naenre is serious about this. 😛)\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Slumping down, the drow soldier whispers in undercommon.\n\n WHAT DO YOU WANT? \n\nThough the fire of defiance doesn't leave his eyes." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft nudges Pheiros and says, \"Maybe we can push him down the halls and he can be our trap decoy. That would be good for a laugh, eh?\" He then chuckles to himself." }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth listens to Lofts idea, and looks from Pheiros to Dom looking distinctly uncomfortable. Killing foes in battle is one thing. And interogation though unpleasant has it's place too, but using a sentient creature to set off traps seemed...dishonourable. Even drow deserved a quick death once they had given their information." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks at Loft for a moment, raising an eyebrow, \"I think your Paladin disguise has worn off my friend.\" He then adds, \"Dom, Loft, you have the best eyes for this dark. Can you make sure the tower door is shut and keep a look out?\" \n\nHe then nods to Naenre to continue her interrogation." }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre stops dragging her victim and, after a moment's consideration, rolls him onto his back once again, plants her knee on his stomach, and aims her crossbow at his face.\n\n \"What do I want?\" she echoes, mirroring the male's switch to Undercommon in the hopes that her companions might be able to understand as well. She leans in close, so that her face is only inches from his, a wicked, triumphant smirk creeping onto her lips. \"A surfacer female was brought here recently. I assume you know where she is or might be. Tell me. \" \n \n Spoiler \n((As an aside, was that experience for everyone, or just for everyone who had to wait on me? 😛 ))\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((Everyone, 😉 ))\n\n I will tell you what you want to know, but as compensation you must free me from my bondage. Knock me out if you must but let me be. I will be no harm to you as I certianly can't be a whistle blower in a city of Lolthorites. \n\nTurnging to the bald priest at the edge of his vision he pleads...\n\n My allegiance lay to my God, my well being, and then my house, as far as I can see, the only thing in danger here is my well being. You don't have to trust me, just stick me with a dart and let it be done. If that is agreeable then tell me, if not, go blind into upper house and face your doom. " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSince it's going to be relevant after all, I'll roll Naenre's Will save against that Zone of Truth spell now. The spell description indicates that affected creatures are aware they're affected, so her response to this plea is going to be directly impacted by the effect the spell had (or didn't have) on her.\n\nWhat's the DC to resist?\n\nWill save: (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n\nNevermind. That won't be enough. 😛\n \n\n\nInwardly, Naenre seethes with annoyance, not truly wishing to leave the male alive for fear that he might be discovered and freed by another member of the house before the mission can be completed, yet also aware that the \"helpful\" spell that was cast is preventing her from lying.\n \n\"If you tell us what we need to know,\" she interjects in a surprisingly gentle tone as the captive warrior looks to her companions for help, \"they won't kill you. I promise.\" She looks to the others, hoping that no one will notice the loophole in her wording. \"Right?\" \n \n Spoiler \nNaenre's attempting to use a comforting tone and sudden feigned kindness to get her captive to go along with her without really thinking about it too much (a classic con artist's trick). She's also effectively misleading by omission rather than lying since she can't lie. Sooo I'm assuming she needs to make a Bluff check, which I'll make in my next post.\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \n Spoiler \nBluff (including the penalty from negative level): (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " \"I swear by Clanggedin that if I kill you, you'll be awake and have a sword in your hand, and that as long as you co-operate in saving the womans life, I will not allow undue harm to come to you.\" " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth looks at the drow with disgust.\n\n Your god is foul beyond belief, and to set you free to do his will disgusts me. But all we care about for now is the well being of the lady. Aid us and I swear by the Flames of Kossuth that we will release you. But if you attempt to betray us your death will be terrible indeed. " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Good peolpe, I still hold loyalty to my house, and won't raise arm's agianst it. And Priest, a verbale strugle over whos god is right, and whos is wrong, will go no where. It's a known fact that worshipers of faith are more stuborn than pack mules. So if all is agreed... \n\nThe entangled drow has seem to comeback from the poison, and is fully awake now. He takes a deep breath, as if he wanted to rush through it and not stop, for fear of not starting again.\n\n .. About a tenday ago, a battle broke out on the shadow plane which entagled our house with Blood of Magluas, \n\nAfter speaking the words he spits on the ground, as if the very words had a foul taste.\n\n One of their sorcerers got lucky and caught the patronfather in a devilish enchantment... that had some.. ill effects. In retaliation, the house voted to kidnap a Godsforsaken Blood of Magluas, hoping that we could find where the heart of their opperations are, and strike them at home. We knew of only one that was easly gotten to, your dear lady. \n\nSmiling at the end as if he had just finished a personal battle he goes on.\n\n Now if that's all, please go ahead and.. Subdue me. \n \n Spoiler \n ((Knowledge arcane&plane to learn of the Blood of Magluas.))\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre shakes her head. \"I asked you where she is.\" " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " Blood of Magluas? \n \n Spoiler \nknowledge (arcana) check - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n\nknowledge (the planes) check - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "((I meant for that to be italicized, but I don't want to mess up my roll and make it say [roll0]))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "A light of amusment twinkles in the arrogent drow's eyes.\n\n Lady, please, Do you think they would tell a lowly door guard were an important hostage like that of the Blood of Magluas. \n \n Spoiler \n ((Loft your past experiances tell you that Blood of Magluas are creatures of old, that are cappable of great sorcerery and shape shifting, their relastionship with the drow))\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWhat do you mean 'their relationship with the drow?'\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((I meen why they are fighting))" }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "((Why are they fighting?))" }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": " \"So you're telling me you definitely don't know where the surfacer female we're looking for is or might be?\" Naenre presses insistently, aware that the answer she was given could simply be an evasion to get around the spell's prevention of outright lying." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " I only know that she resides inside this house. " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "((With apologies to Mel Gibson ... 😛 ))\n\nLooking supremely annoyed, Naenre glances up for a moment, as if thinking, and then asks flatly, \"Well, then, what good are you?\" \n\nCoupe de grace using the already drawn-and-aimed crossbow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (just in case anyone intends to try to prevent this): (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nDamage: (1d4)[ 4 ] + sneak attack (2d6)[ 8 ] \n\nSo, times two, thats 8 ... plus 8 ... 16. DC 26 Fort save or die if he's somehow still alive.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((Nope he's dead))\n\nAs your finger tightens on the trigger the captured Drow's eyes widen in shock, but then he merely smiles, as if he expected no less. Putting up no strugle he dies as the crossbow bolt zings throw his neck, leaving a noisy sucking wound. Slowly he dies at Naerne's feet.\n\n((Ok, so know you have three choices, the room, the way you came, or the spiraling cave." }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Shocked by the Nanre's sudden actions Balth explodes into a fury, flames leaping to his hands as he struggles with his temper to keep from burning the drow where she stands.\n\n Auril's frozen teet! Does our honour mean so little to you? I know that we are required to work together on this mission, but you... \n\nHis face reddens, and he struggles to master his anger.\n\n So be it. If you will just do as you will without thought or discussion with the rest of the group, so be it. But I swear by the Holy Flame that Kossuths spells will not aid you in any way until you do due penance for your arrogance and disregard \n\nTurning from the drow he stalks over to Pheiros.\n\n Let's go. I wish to be done with this, and soon. I guess we have no choice but to head up into the cave. " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Eye twitching against an otherwise carefully controlled, unreadable expression, Naenre rises slowly, looking away as she reloads her crossbow.\n\n \"Then keep your spells and your god,\" she replies quietly, moving as if to follow the rest, but at a slight distance behind." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \"You fool! You could have just completely compromised our mission! I had many, many questions for him! That drow said referred to the lady as one of the Blood of the Magluas.\" \n\nLoft waits a bit, expecting a 'so what.'\n\n \"The Blood of Magluas are shapeshifters.\" " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Clenching her fists at her sides, Naenre snaps back angrily, \"I killed him because leaving him alive could have compromised our mission! He knew what we've come here here for -- had he been found and freed, the first thing he would have done is tell the rest of them!\" \n\nIn a slightly more subdued tone, looking away again, and then down, she adds, \"If you need to know more, there are others.\" " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks at Naenre for a moment before saying, , \"They're right Naenre, we didn't need to kill him... even though it may prove to be a mercy from the coming attack of the Lolthites. He may not have know where the lady was, but he knew more about what was going on here.\" \n\nPheiros then adds in the drow dialect, speaking softly, \"And though I agree that the guard would have turned us in at the first chance, the discord his killing has caused in our party could be a worse outcome.\" \n\nPheiros turns back to the rest of the party, \"If he was not resisting Oghma's liberation, then we now know that the Lady Istarling is of the Blood of Magluas... from the shadow plane herself, a shapeshifter as Loft said. This 'simple' rescue mission is much more complicated than we thought. I'm guessing our benefactor didn't know his wife's origins... or that his wife is long dead with an impostor in her place. We'll see. \" \n \"Canumbrax's distraction will be coming before long, we can prop the front door open to make it easier for them, but they're not going to be any friendlier to us than this House. We need to move and find the Lady... whatever she is. Dominus, if you found nothing in that room, let's head up the tower. I suggest Naenre take point, then Sir Dominus, Balth, Loft and myself.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI've forgotten exactly where we are. Dom searched the room already, so that only leaves up I think.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n((00C-> Pheiros take 10 token exp for your wise words. Oh and I thought you'd guys like to see the profile of the building.)) \n \n\n\nAs you guys make your way up the cave, your suspicions are confirmed, as it spirals up and to the left up the stlagtite like house. As you move Naerne finds a groove, of well worn tracks. Like it has been stomped down by a few hunderd years of always being walked...\n\nYou all elect to follow it, hopefully bypassing any traps left for an unaware traveling company. You come to a door which doesn't seem to be locked, and not traped as far as any of you can tell. Naerne steps back and lets Dom take the lead through the unknown entrance. Slowly, noiselessly the door swings open. As you open the door, you see a great octagonal gallery stretching through the heart of the fortress. A quartet of iron double\ndoors opens onto the shaft from each level, except for the bottom\nlevel which has just one set of double doors and the top level which has just two sets. The middle of the shaft bristles with arrow slits, allowing residents of the tower to defend themselves from invaders from above or below." }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": " \n Spoiler \nCan you make a diagram, like the one from the cavern? It doesn't have to be very detailed, maybe just draw the black octagon with the door(s) we came in from colored red and all the other doors colored blue.\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": " \"I'm guessing we need to go up\" Pheiros whispers to the group, \"Which probably means through those doors. Naenre, can you check them out while I look around here?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm assuming the door we came in on is opposite from the double door on this level. In which case Pheiros is going to walk slowly around the perimeter, looking up and around to see if he can spot anything.\n\nSearch +8\nSpot +7\nListen +7\nHide +4 (if necessary)\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Pheiros \n \n Spoiler \n At the very tip top of the shaft you know stand in, are two shapes moving down the walls. Your expreince tells you they are drow and their riding lizards, which has the ability to stick to surfaces, and easly scale these type of buildings. They seem to be at the top (aproxamitly 40ft away) and haven't spotted you.\n " }, { "author": "Old_el_Paso", "message": "Loft walks slowly to the edge of the tunnel and looks up at the two drow.\n\n Just a little bit closer... " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Naenre nods wordlessly to Pheiros, actually smiling at him -- and only him -- and then makes her way to the doors as requested, taking care to move somewhat quietly as she does.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Silently (-5 for normal speed, -1 negative level): (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n\nSearch (-1 negative level): (1d20+12)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "The lizards have picked up the pass, and all of you have seen them now. They haven't called for the alarm yet, probably because they think they have the element of suprise, but surely they will once the battle joins.\n\n Naerne \n \n Spoiler \n You don't find anything around the door no trap, magical or mundane. When you deem it safe, you place the side of your head against the door and hear the scrap of scaled feat, and the heavy breathing of animals. From the bottom of the door, the crack at the bottom wafted the smell of animal fecess and dried urine, reasuring your thought that the room stored animals, probably more lizards.\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "PS. They are around thirty feat away, and if you start combat know you get a suprise round, though you should probably kill them or they will raise the alarm." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Seeing the drow lizard riders pick up speed, Peiros draws an arrow and releases it at the closest one, hoping to catch it unaware.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nsurprise round\nI assume with their movement they got within 30 feet.\n\n init - (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n sneak attack - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\n((ooc: The holidays are upon us, so posting may go slow for the next week or so))\n\n((ooc: Eck, lovely combat rolls continue..))\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Swearing softly under her breath, Naenre, too, draws her crossbow and lets fly at the nearest rider.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n\nOn successful hit, damage: (1d4)[ 3 ] + (2d6)[ 9 ] sneak attack if applicable, and DC 13 Fort save vs. unconsciousness\n " }, { "author": "Nowhere Girl", "message": "Er ... and to confirm the critical ...\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Watching the lizards bearing down on them Balth swears softly under his breath.\n\n((How far away are they?))\n\nWaiting for them to come within range Balth calls once again on the power of his God and unleashes a ball of fire at one of the drow and his lizard.\n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nDamage (3d6)[ 8 ] \n\nSave DC 16 reflex for half damage. No Spell Resistance allowed.\n\n((If they are out of range then Balth will defer until they come within 30ft))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "((You guys got a suprise round, soo... Boom))\n\nA Crossbow bolt flies from Naerne's handbow and slices right through the drow rider, causing him to fall from his mount. Pheiro's arrow it's flies wide of the second drow rider, but he is happly supprised as the drow, mount and all, burst into flames. Looking back Pheiros spots a satisfied smirk on Balth's face, though steely determanation hardens his eyes. Everybody shares a glance realizing that combat very easly could have been heard through any of these doors.\n\n((ps. Hurry, the walls are climable but only to those with skill. pss. the stables are there for a reason.))" }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "Bump, Guys. Holiday over, Game up." }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros looks for a way up the walls, \"We need to get up there quickly!\" \n \n Spoiler \nAssuming Pheiros doesn't know what Naenre has discovered, but if she tells him..\n " }, { "author": "Breten", "message": "Balth looks at the lizard things warily.\n\n We are going to ride those things? Up a wall. Damn. Why can't drow just have stairs like civilzed people. But I suppose we don't have a choice. Okay let grab the lizards and go. " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Warily eyeing its teeth, Pheiros climbs on top of a lizard, \"Let's hope this thing knows where to go on its own!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nThought I'd try a post to see if could jog this game back into action 🙂\n " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> Sounds fun. Role handle animal checks. Scrap that, roll diplomancy.))\n " }, { "author": "Snowfall", "message": "Pheiros makes cooing sounds at the lizard, while he repeats \"Don't look like food, don't look like food...\" over and over again in his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYay! A roll...\n\n Diplomacy - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n " } ]
[ { "author": "nerulean", "message": "It begins, as these things so often do, on a fine morning just as summer has begun to lose its warmth to autumn's crisp chill.\n\nThe city of Elai-Belahm, a trade town on the border of the elven and human lands, is never truly quiet. Even now in the early hours when the sun and the merchants have barely risen, the sound of thumping and concise orders issued in muffled barks rises from the light mist that covers the city, telling of the logistics of trade going on below.\n\nMoving closer to our scene, we pass by the riverfront, the main trade district where we see those people who are already up and about, preparing for a day of bartering and haggling. An enormous number of brightly coloured barges swarm the river in this area, moored to the banks and to one another to display the sellers' wares, making it hard to tell where the riverbanks end and the river itself begins.\n\nTravelling on past this bright display, we find the visitor's quarter, a vast collection of inns, taverns and entertainments, bane of the city watch. On this side of the city, the human side, the entertainments are faster and louder than their more genteel counterparts across the river, but for now they are at a sort of peace, waiting for their patrons to wake before they become raucous again.\n\nIt is a far cry from the the residential district at the east of the city where those lucky enough to have become successful in trade make their expensive homes. There, the water of the river is fresh and clean, unspoiled by its trip through the busy city and the waste of industry at its seawards edge. The houses are large and ostentatious in their proclamation of the occupants' wealth and status, and a clear sense of extravagance is everywhere.\n\nOur trip through the city will not take us that far, though: we end our journey and begin our tale in a small area on the river separating the visitor's quarter from the residential district. It is open and appealing to the eye, representing the combined efforts of the human and elven craftsmen who joined together long ago to raise these buildings, the temples to the gods.\n\nAt the centre of the temple district is a wide bridge made of pure white light that connects the human side of the city to the elven side. This old magic creation does not need to serve as illumination on a bright morning such as this, but its wide area creates a plaza where people can meet in the eyes of all the gods, forming a place where important business deals are often sealed.\n\nA near-circular area opens from each end of the bridge with the temples around the outside to form something approaching a figure of eight. The largest temples are that of Dagan to the north of the river and Aia to the south, opposite and directly across the bridge from one another. No temple to the Etani is found here, at least not openly, but all of the other gods are represented, from the small shrine of Anshar to the sprawling, haphazard temple to Tirid.\n\nMany of the priests are up and about already, tending to the worship of their gods in myriad ways. As the hammer of the forge-priest of Gushkan strikes an echoing anvil to mark the hour turning eight of the clock, two black clad figures emerge from the temple of Ashur and disappear quickly into the shadows cast by the Great Flame outside Allatu's temple, while a group of men standing on the steps to the library of Bel bid farewell to one of their number who peels off and heads towards Ishhara's basilica. The tune of a beautiful aubade rises from the flute of a young elf sitting on the roof of Uan's temple.\n\nInto this scene arrives, from separate ways and separate places, a collection of people that might seem unusual if Elai-Belahm were not one of the great mixing pots of Lafinor's people. Watch them now, for this is where our story begins to unfold.\n\n((Aaaand go! Post away everyone, and please forgive the long scene-setting. Whereabouts are you in the temple district, what are you doing?))" }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer \n\nIf one had looked up into the sky that morning in the Temple District, one might have watched in awe at the sight of the meteor streaking through the sky like an incandescent sling bullet fired by an angry god.\n\nThat awe might have turned quickly into utter terror as that meteor streaked directly towards the Temples, as though Allatu suddenly snapped and decided to start anew that old, terrible war.\n\nThat terror might have turned quickly into confusion as that meteor, upon closer inspection, seemed to have wings. Flaming wings, shaped like those of a dragon. The confusion might have been amplified by the fact that the trajectory was not one that a meteor would often take; the flaming object seemed to turn a bit too quickly to be a heavenly stone.\n\nThat terror might have turned quickly into wonder and awe once more as the meteor landed, and unveiled a man. A man of average height and average build, but yet oddly covered with scales, some regular ragged clothing and a traveling cloak, and possessing the head of a...well, some kind of dragon, an odd mix of Gold and Red.\n\nA shame, then, that no one looked up.\n\nEncarus landed in front of Allatu's sacred fire, seemingly pleased at the sight of Allatu's holy inferno in this new land. He had never been anywhere near this continent before, since his reputation often preceded him, and what sane captain would give one who plays with fire as though it were a lyre safe passage aboard a wooden ship? Fortunately, Encaraus had managed to master his inner fire and manifest it into a pair of flaming wings, and thus flew his way across the seas.\n\nHe had to remind himself to never overestimate his abilities of flight again. Nearly collapsing due to exhaustion and drowning in the sea was not the most pleasant of experiences.\n\nHe knelt in front of Allatu's fire and offered his morning prayers, making sure to melt a small handful of soil into glass as a token of his devotion. He did not mind the searing of flesh in the palm of his hand; he'd had worse, far worse, as the burns across his face and body attested.\n\nAfter that was done, he pulled out his pipe, which was a fine, black one made of carved obsidian, stuffed into it some cheap tobacco that he scrounged up from elsewhere, and gave it a good puff. Oddly, yet perhaps not unexpectedly, he did not bother lighting it, yet when he breathed in a small glow came from inside the pipe. He let out a small cloud of smoke, and still exhaling, twisted it into the shape of a dragon in flight. A bit more breathing, he made the wings flap and the jaws open in a mighty roar, though that roar, if there was one, was drowned in the soft hiss of Encarus's breath. Soon afterwards, though, Encarus ran out of breath and stopped. The dragon continued in its current shape for a bit more, fascinating the nearby children, before it dissolved into the morning air.\n\nEncarus made a brief gesture of salutation to Allatu, spat a bit of fire into Allatu's own, and trudged off, puffing on his pipe once more.\n\nMany priests of Allatu noted that the sacred fire seemed to burn much more brightly than it had ever had in recent memory. The incident was blamed on the acolytes being careless with the fuel again." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " ----------------------\nMidon Waress, Dread Wizard\n----------------------\n\nMidon Waress stands atop the white bridge, laughing softly to himself. His black clothing stood out dramatically against the pure light of the bridge. There was no shrine to his patron here, but this seemed the spot. It had been his experience that the Etani's vaunted subtlety was commonly overstated, and if not they would at least appreciate the irony. They always did. The shared joke never changed, naturally, but the delivery had been weak lately, and he was eagerly awaiting the latest twist.\n\nMidon savored the chill in the air which cut through his summer clothing. He loved such days, weather like this was such a wonderful analogue for his craft. That too had been lagging of late, his studies in this city were faltering, it would soon be time to move on once again. Perhaps this pleasant weather boded well. " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Joneleth , paladin of nature / lighning caster\n\nThe sun is shining, the bird are singing, and a elfen warrior enters the town. This blue leather (one with some experience can recongize the dragon scales) wearing seems a little down, as he is lost in his train of thoughts.\n((ooc: more description is found in the ooc fist post :) ))\n mumble dry weather mumble the city is large enough as it is mumble any more and the forest will suffer sign \nThe elf looks up from his train of thoughts.\n Well, at least the plants will get their sunlight. \n\nA speeding cart crosses on a cross-road, allmost driving over the thinking warrior. \" Watch it! \" the driver yells as the elf is paralysed by supprize.\nJohneleth stretches forth his arm, his fingers spread and his eyes angry focussed on the cart .. and then he lowers his arm again. Lucky human, you should be thankfull to Tirid, since you live a day longer. my merci is scares, but you yust received it ... sign where was I ? ... hmmm, seems like I need a drink. \n\nThe elf walks through the city into an inn, on the human, enjoying the early chaos reigning on the streets ... sadly the thunderstorm of entertainers has not yet awoken enough to please the stormlord.\nAs he steps into the bar, eyes are focused on him, but quickly turn their gaze back to the drink in front of them. He walk up to the innkeeper/bartender.\n \"A drink. Water if you please\" \nThe bartender blinks twice, not yet comprehending the sentence structure, but then quickly conjures a glass of water. A cupper piece is exchanged, and the elf sits down at the bar, thaking a sip.\nJohneleth was hoping for some action. A barfight, an human cursing nature, an moron commenting his habit not to drink beer or ale, anything to get him out of this dull sleapy morning. But as nothing is happening, he drinks out his pint and leaves the bar. sign \n\nThe temple district. It's about time to pay homage to Tirid. Perhaps that will bring thunder to this shiny day. Entering the temple of Tirid, Johneleth puts his hand in the left slid of the box and drops a gold piece. A iron-against-wood gliding sound, and a feight light flash, hints that the elf had luck. no metal object pin piercing his hand today ...\nA smile appaers on his face. Aah ... the temple of Tirid always gives a thrill ... enough to away me at lease . Awake and with a smile, he walks outside, enjoying was he hopes will be an eventfull day ...\n\nLooking up to the sky, Johneleth notices a meteor dropping from the sky. The smile on his face enlarges, Tirid be blessed, what force of nature have you thrown into my direction now ... \nNoting that he himself is not in the meteor trajectory, Johneleth starts to wonder on what part of the city the boulder would fall. The part of those who do not know forest ((ooc:the humans)), or those who have forgotten it ((ooc: the elves)).\nWith mixed fealings that it's actually a living thing instead of a actual meteor, he continues his walk, as the flaming man disappears behind a small building.\n\n This day seems to be an eventfull one indeed, he thinks as he carefully descends the greased steps of the stairs to Tirids temple." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken, Human Explorer-Cleric \n\nStrolling along, staff tapping gently on the patchy grass at the side of the road, Kselken makes his way towards the gates of the magnificent city. His eyes gleam with excitement as he gazes upon the great walls, the mighty temples and the teeming streets. The map glowing above his left palm shows exactly his location, and he dismisses it as he reaches the gates.\n\nPassing through the gates he joins the throng, going with the flow, happy to go wherever the crowd takes him, exploring the town with the ebb and flow, a permanent grin fixed on his face as he sees all the new sights." }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n---------------------------------------- \n\nDraavius looked over at the glowing bridge beyond him as he opened his eyes. Through its shimmering texture he could see the all manner of creatures' refletions as though they were trapped in and out of it. He had been here many times before, bu only through the tales of travelingscholars and storytellers, and yet even their mystic words could give it no veil of justice.\n\nDravvius found himself awe-struck as he lost himself in the beautiful artwork. Like glass... he told himself as he slowly lay a single foot down on the bridge. It did, in fact, land solidly, so Draavius gathered his morale and began to try his best to simply walk as though the bridge were nothing more than stone." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \n \"The flame's the largest it's been in weeks! Must have been those fire-mad priests again.\" \n \"Have you heard the elf on the roof? It's marvellous!\" \n\nThe flurry of conversation whirling around the bridge would have been a blur to most, the varied speech fading into general ambient noise, to Darmerre each and every word registered distinctly, his finely tuned mind taking in every last word and sorting it for later reference.\n\nThe slight warmth from the flame confirmed at least a score of the rumours making their way around the plaza. Making the connection to the meteor which had hurtled towards the flame, the linen-robed man ceased his wandering, and casually made his way towards the temple.\n\nThe showoffs were always the easiest to find." }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas, Half-elf Merchant \n\nIt was Quistallinas' habit to travel to the temple of Dagan each morning, wearing the burnt orange cloak for which he was noted in the city. It was a short time's profits forsaken, but well worth it in his eyes; the favour of the god of trade would, in the end, more than make up for the loss. He came to the temple from the Human district; of his two heritages, it was the one he more resembled (especially with his strikingly tall figure) and the one he more often identified with. Not that he had forgotten his Elven side; but he simply blended in better otherwise.\n\nThe clanging of Gushkan's anvil sped him up, however. Though he (proudly) did not devote his whole existence to money, as many other merchants did, he still had his trade's innate sense of the importance of time in making a profit. Prayers were made; a proper tithe was returned to the temple from the previous day's profits; and another day began as they had for years. Soon enough he would have enough goods to leave his hometown and travel either north or south to distribute the goods with his paternal or maternal peoples.\n\nIn his rush, he ended early; he would not begin trading until the tenth hour. Besides, there was a bit of a commotion going around the district. Hearing one of the elves playing music on top of one of the temples definitely caught his ear; there were other signs going about, but Quistallinas did not pay too much attention to them at the time. He noted a tall man, in traveller's clothes ((OOC: Kselken)), smiling and looking about at all the various buildings. Must be new to the town , he thought. It was a simple matter to get through the crowd and to him. \"Welcome to Elai-Belahm,\" he said. \"My name is Quistallinas, though you may call me Quis. Is there any way I can help you find your way about? Or is there anything you are looking for specifically?\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken, Human Explorer-Cleric \n\nKselken had been strolling for a few minutes, eagerly taking in the city, making a mental map as he went, when he was approached by a man in a striking cloak in a peculiar shade of orange. Subconsciously trying to figure out what dyes would be used to make such a colour, Kselken greeted the man courteously.\n\n \"Hail and well met, Quistallinas. I am indeed in search of something, or more specifically, several somethings. I seek the Temple of Bel, directions to lodgings, and wish to find the mercantile district of this fair city. I seek only directions, though, and do not wish to take up too much of your time.\" He replies to Quis, smiling amicably.\n\nAs he waits for him to formulate a reply, Kselken gently binds himself with wards of protection and cantrips of sense sharpening, such minor magics silent, the small gestures needed hidden in his cloak. It always pays to be on your guard, although the embroidered sigil of Bel on his jacket pocket usually discouraged muggers and thieves, one could never be too careful. His upbringing had always taught him to keep protected, however, as he had been a target for kidnapping in his home city when he was younger." }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " Encarus, Johneleth and Darmerre: \n\nSince Tirid's temple is found right beside that of Allatu, your paths soon coincide and, whether intentionally or not, you end up within easy speaking distance of each other. Each of you is clearly unusual, one a blind man in this place of magical healing, one a dragonborn marred by scarring, and another in dragonscale armour. A big group of Daganite acolytes pass you in general high spirits and you are forced together, hard pressed to avoid bumping into one another as cheerful youngsters crowd past you, all elbows and shoving.\n\n\n Kselken and Quistallinas: \n\nThe pair of you are left more or less to your own devices to continue your conversation, though you are occasionally jostled by the crowd which seems to grow with each passing second as the sun slowly climbs. Another of the men who were talking on the steps of Bel's temple breaks away from the group, and this one almost walks past you, not noticing you until he is fairly close. His eyebrow raises at the sign of Bel on Kselken's jacket and he gives you a quizzical glance for a moment, then his expression lightens as if he has realised something.\n\n\" One of Bel's explorers! \" he exclaims, bringing himself up, without invitation, to a place where he could easily converse with the two of you. \" How marvellous! You are just the sort of chappie I've been looking for. How are you, my good man? How do you do? \" The elf is dressed in a fairly formal tunic and looks very neatly kept, with short cropped hair and fine features. Everything about him seems ordered and precise.\n\n\n Draavius: \n\n\" Amazing, isn't it? \" The speaker is right behind you, though the tone of the soft voice is carefully modulated not to startle one who is lost in awe. It is the elf who was previously playing on the roof of Uan's temple, with her flute now tucked into a loop in her belt clearly designed for just that purpose. She is, up close, decidedly pretty, with dark copper hair and emerald green eyes above a shirt and skirt that are brightly ornamented with coloured embroidery.\n\n\" The bridge of light can surprise people at first, and even scare them, but it's perfectly safe. It has the blessing of all twelve gods, how could it fall, or let any of their people fall through it? \" She has a pretty voice, and clearly likes to use it. \" Come, the view from the centre is amazing, I'll show you. \" She does not give you a fair chance to answer, and instead takes a hold of your wrist and tries to urge you gently to follow her as she skips off.\n\n Midon: \n\nYour previous quiet internal musings are beginning to look jeopardized. You have an exceptionally cheerful elf with a part elf in tow heading straight for you, and the former is talking excitedly and more or less constantly." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon noticed two people approaching, a brief glance told him that one had the nervous gait of one sure their foot would find only air when next it fell, and the other was, of all things, skipping. He cut short his laughter and donned the friendliest smile he could muster." }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas, Half-elf Merchant \n\n\"Well, you certainly asked the right person for the mercantile district,\" Quis said. \"I'm going there myself just now, as I'm one of the-\" He is interrupted by the appearance of the strange elf.\n\nQuis looks him over while he talks. Rather dressed up for a time and place like this, it seems. Wonder what he wants? Obviously only interested in this fellow over here, but I'd better stick by - never know when something might go wrong. At that last thought, his hand moves very slightly closer to his sword, more an involuntary twitch than anything else. His hand quickly drops back to his side, and he waits for the traveller to reply." }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n A blind one...yet not so blind? \n\nEncarus stepped out from behind the small building and towards Darmerre, not yet aware of Johneleth's presence. He lets out one last puff (this one running off as a wolf) before dumps the ashes out and stuffs the pipe back into his robes.\n\nThe dragonborn was about to open his mouth and speak when a rude gang of acolytes bumps him into the blind seer..." }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n-------------------------------------- \n\nDraavius turned as the girl spoke and eyed her questioningly. When she paused, he opened his mouth to say something, but shut it a moment later as she grabbed his wrist. He didn't resist her pulls and followed along, just trying to keep her pace without bumping into anyone and muttering a trail of sorry's and excuse me's on the way. He did his best to listen to the girl's clammer. As Draav approached the man clad in black his eyes instinctively squinted in suspicion" }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lightninglord\n\nAs Johneleth passes a corner, a gang of acolytes runs past him, and suddenly he stands face to face with a dragonborn ((ooc: Encarus)) and blindfolded human ((ooc: Darmerre (I'm guessing human...) )).\n \"Well well, if it isn't our shooting star.\" he says with a smile. \"You make quit an enterence.\" \nThe elf suddenly remember that he's wearing dragon armor, while talking to one of dragonic heritage.\n \"Don't mind the dragon armor. It's not like I killed 'm, I mearly needed his scales, as not many materials survive my craft.\" as he notices the Allatu markings on the firebringer he completes his sentence \"... but you probably don't care, as your patron apparently is the Destroyer\" \n \"And who are you?\" he asks as he turns to the blind man. \"You know, in the temple of Tirid, they might be able to fix it, so you'll never be blind again for as long as you live.\"\n he extends his hand in a greeting to the blind man, not expecting that he would shake it." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYep. Human.\n \n\n Darmerre, the Blind Seer \n Who is blind but the one who cannot see? \n\nAs Encarcus tumbled towards him, Darmerre took a deft step to the side, and caught the stumbling dragonborn, pushing him back to his feet with noticable exertion.\n\n \"Watch your step, Allatu-child. The unwary flame soon finds itself extinguished.\" he said, releasing the pyromaniacal dragonborn, and running his fingers across the scarred body.\n\nT'was better to confirm preconceptions rather than deny them. The scars were plain to see, and his reputation was well known to his homeland in the west.\n\n \"You have... abused your body.\" he muttered, tracing his fingers across the scars. \"I did not see you on the ship... Your flight... taken its toll...\" \n\nHe continued running his fingers across the dragonborn, finally making it to the palm.\n\n \"Seared... only recently... you have been very irresponsible indeed... Firebringer.\" he finished, stepping away from Encarcus and turning his attentions to the elf.\n\n \"Elf... garbed in borrowed skin... It is not my duty in life to question the blindness carried from the womb bestowed by the gods.\" " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon's smile doesn't falter under the stranger's glare, either pointedly ignoring his suspicion or blissfully unaware of it. \" Good morning \", He says as they approach. \" Lovely day, isn't it? \", his smile broadens a moment as he visibly notes the man's still nervous posture, \" Oh, you needn't worry about the bridge. A Non-Particulate Tenser construct such as this could only be made to collapse by applying enough force to consume the ambient magic of the area before it can be replenished, which would take a block of iron rather larger than this city itself. \" Seeming to notice that he is ranting, Midon clears his throat sheepishly and concludes \" But where are my manners? Midon Waress, Scholar of Bel, at your service. \" He extends his hand and waits with interest to see which stranger takes it first." }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--DRagonfire Adept \n\nEncarus nods his thanks to the blind man who caught him, and seems utterly unperturbed when Darmerre \"reads\" his body.\n\n \"Yes, the unwary flame goes extinguished, but it also burns the hottest before it is snuffed.\n\nAnd carelessness? These fire-scars, Un-watcher, are merely my rewards for my revelry in my art,\" he chuckles. \"Though I do seem to have taxed my inner flame to its limits with my journey...\" \n\nHe then turns to Johneleth.\n\n \"No worries, sir. I care not whether you slay one dragon or a thousand; I merely chose this form for its function, for who else Burns with greater skill than a dragon? And I am no mere show-off sir...that \"meteor\" is simply how I look when I fly.\" To add a little flourish, Encarus spits out a tiny dragon of flame into the air.\n\nHe then gives a slight bow of greetings to the elf and the blind human. \"I am Encarus. Some call me...the Firebringer.\" " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lightningmaster\n\nHe listens to the blind man and anwsers comments \"Borrowed? Well, I wouldn't call it that ... I don't intend to return it back when I'm done with it. I guess stolen whould be a better description, in common at least. I think inherited also comes close though. but rinnoiuith describes it best\" \n\n(for those who know elfen: rinnoiuith is an elfen word \"for in the cicle of life, everything gets reused\" a combination of inherited and recycled ((ooc: not really, but I needed a word)) )\n\nHe directs himself to the firebringer\n \"glad to hear it, I hated to start a brawl over something so minor\" he sais waith a friendly smile, but thinks actually ... not \n \"No kidding, that's a strange way to fly ... I wonder how you look when you are actually crashing.\" but also notes \"Nice puff dragon. I can see you really are an skilled craftsman.\nI am called Johnelth, Paladin of Tirid. And I am a craftsman myself, though Tirid does not always allows me to show my craft. He's ... unpredictable ... that way.\" Johneleth holds out his hand, and those around him start to smell ozon ((the smell yust before it starts to rain)) and a few hairs start to stand up. and the tatoo on Johneleths upper arm starts to change color, from black to dark green \"see: normally this would create a lightning sword ... Luckely Tirid is much benevolent during battle.\" he says as he lowers his hand,and the tattoo becomes black once more." }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek lazy bronze half-dragon \n\nOpening a small door off to the side of the main entrance of Ishhara's gothic basilica, Munthrek makes his way out to the street well past the time the echos stopped ringing from Guskan's anvil. Sleepily making his way to the center of the bridge of light he unexpectedly stretches his frame as if he had just woke, and that wasn't too far from the truth.\n\nStanding there on the tips of his three clawed toes, his strong arms raised above him, his wings fully sprawled to the sides soaking in the sunlight, and his larger mouth agape with his dagger like teeth showing for all onlookers to see. One might expect to see some poor soul at his feet about to be crushed to death if it weren't for the loud yawn quickly roaring forth. After holding that graceful pose, or the complete lack thereof, for several seconds he just rubbed his eyes trying to get all the \"sleep\" from his eyes.\n\nFinally getting that job done he walks to the edge of the bridge ready to jump into the flowing river at the first sight of breakfast, the large carp that had so far eluded him these past few days in this new city." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \n \"Rinnoiuith. Fitting.\" responds Darmerre, a wry smile slowly making its way across the ruddy-skinned man's face.\n\n \"Perhaps it was more than mere coincidence that the fates would bring together a burner of cities and a defender in the name of the moon god.\" proclaims Darmerre a little too loudly for comfort.\n\n \"I am Darmerre, the Blind. I am no disciple of flames, no conjuror of lightning, I am but a blind traveller, following the fate of the world.\" " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nEncarus gives Johneleth a nod.\n\n \"Lightning, hmm...fire's cousin. Not bad, not bad...a pity lightning is only a flash in the pan.\" " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / stormlord\n\n@Encarus:\n \"A pity fire is ... nothing more ... then ...euh ... oh man, I yust suck at snappy comebacks ... hmmm ...\nA flash it may be, but that's enough when no one lives to see afterburn, now is it? ... yep that would be one \" he replays with a smile.\n\nthen he turns to Darmerre\n \"Darmerre, my man, I think you're right. In fact I just came from Tirid's place, asking for something like this ... awesome ain't it?\" " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n \"But sir,\" chuckles the Dragonborn, The burning is the best part!\n\nAnd so we have come to this city. But why, I wonder. Why are we here?\" " }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " Midon, Draavius and Munthrek: \n\n\" Good morning, sir! \" If you could see the elven lass' voice, it would be illuminated with little sparkly lights and colourful butterflies with rabbits and puppies hopping playfully around it. \" It is indeed a lovely day, and you are well me-- \"\n\nShe stops speaking abruptly as Midon gives his explanation of the bridge and its safety and blinks large eyes at him several times in what is probably surprise tinged with approving respect. So surprised is she, in fact, that it is almost a whole second before she can muster a response. \" I am Layasha Viëlenya, a singer of the stars. \" She takes Midon's hand, but the tiny hold she touches to his fingers are little more than a sideshow to the graceful curtsey she performs. \" And might I say, sir, it is a rare pleasure to chance to meet someone so wise in the ways of magic! \"\n\nIt is apparently a pleasure she is quickly distracted from, however, as she, and many other passers by, issues a gasp of surprise at the magnificent draconic figure stretching his wings from the parapet of the luminescent bridge.\n\n\n Encarus, Johneleth and Darmerre: \n\nThe world around leaves the three of you to talk, more or less. A pair of children, one boy and a girl a little younger than him who is sucking her thumb as she holds a rag doll in the crook of her elbow, can be seen a fair distance away but clearly watching you. The girl takes a few steps towards you, then rushes back to her companion in a hurry, doll trailing. The boy laughs, speaks with her a little, then copies her, more bold in his approach and coming a few feet closer, but no less hurried in his retreat from you. It is just conceivable they are playing chicken with each other, with you as the object of fear." }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n\nAfter the elf's comments about magic Draav goes to speak, but again is left with his mouth open and his words unspoken at the gasps. He turns his head toward the half-dragon in midyawn, but was too far away to hear its results and saw nothing more thna a threatening pose. As the 'thing' lumburs off and several people cower in fear, Draavius raises his shield to a defensive poise. He waits to see if this 'monster' will follow the malicious ways of some of its less-than-friendly kin." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nFor some reason, I always read Draavius' subtitle as 'part-time pacifist and non-magical healer' 😛\n\n\"A-Aren't you a pacifist?\"\n\n\"Yes, but I'm off duty right now.\"\n \n\n Darmerre, the Blind Seer \n \"Perhaps the Firebringer has forgotten that it was his own display which gathered us. Nonetheless, it is an... unusual coincidence that Allatunian City-Burner and a Tiridine Gods-Chosen would come together in the same city, much less a-\" Darmerre suddenly cut himself off, giving the impression that he'd almost revealed something he shouldn't have. Better for a wise man to be thought a fool.\n\n \"A pair looking for adventure.\" he finished, deliberately awkwardly. \"The gods have surely some sort of purpose in this, and perhaps this old man will follow you to your fates.\" " }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Confused bronze half-dragon \n\nSitting near motionless on the parapet, save for the flicking of the tip of his tail while he waits for his cunning opponent, if one could ever describe a fish otherwise, Munthrek unwittingly hears the sing song tone of an elven lass' voice that could not be anything other than heavenly. He slowly turns his attention, and head, toward her and the two strangers with her.\n\nOne stranger dressed simply in black and the other a pale skinny youth with an upraised shield as if preparing for an enemy. That makes Munthrek spin around and search both high and low for anything that might appear threatening. Seeing nothing he turns back and begins his way over to the trio before seeing most of the other people on the bridge turned their attention to him as well.\n\n Good folk, he speaks loud enough for most to hear, but not quite a shout, with his hands out in a non-threatening manner. I mean no harm to any of you, so please, continue about your business, and may Ishhara bless you this fine day. " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n \"Heh heh,\" chuckles Encarus. \"I did not think I was being so...visual. You see, I tend not to care if people watch me burn...\" \n\nHe catches a glimpse of the two children.\n\n \"Hmm...wyrmlings. They seem to think we are an entertainment.\" " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / envoker of lighning\n\nThe elf looks down at the children, sign Defender of the forest, destoyer of orcs, eliminator of goblins, playthingy then he stares back up again, and sees fluffy cloads drift careless in the beautifull sky ...\n\nsign \" I think I need a drink ... \" he says half depressed." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": "OOC: Sorry for the hold up.\n\n Kselken Jurgent, Human Explorer-Cleric \n\nPolitely holding up a hand to silence the newcomer, Kselken speaks.\n\n \"My good fellow, were you to wait a while, a whimsical waste of time, you'll agree, I will have completed my compelling conversation with this considerate citizen. Please continue, friendly fellow.\" He intones gently, a faint reprimand in his voice to the elf, but a warm welcoming tone directed towards Quis.\n\nOOC: Did the character development 100 questions the other day, great for getting in character, and it turned out that Kselken communicates in commodious constructions of calm cooling charm, alliterating his astonishing argot in an altogether amazing artifice. So yeah, he likes to alliterate and use big words (or mellifluous multisyllabic messages, as he would say).\n\nLinky: http://forums.gleemax.com/wotc_archi...x.php/t-339748 " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon chuckles at the odd scene he finds himself in. I wouldn't concern yourself overmuch, dragonkin , he says to the unusual newcomer, during my brief conversation with miss Viëlenya alone, you are no less than the second thing he has been certain was a deadly enemy , indicating the bridge with a tap of his knuckles." }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas, Half-elf merchant \n\nQuis glances over to the elf, then back to Kselken. \"Not quite polite of you, though not quite polite of him either. As I was saying, I'm going to the mercantile district myself. I'm one of the merchants there. I know a good inn around there, too, where you can stay; if it's too expensive for you, I'll help with the cost. As for the Temple of Bel...\" Quis sighs and looks around, then perks up and points at the library of Bel. \"There it is. I don't know if you want to go there first or for me to point you to the inn I mentioned. Either way, I still have some time to spare.\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken Jurgent, Human Explorer-Cleric \n \"My friend, a brief description of the defining landmarks around the market area would suffice for my purposes. I will speak with you, good sir,\" Kselken says, turning his attention to the elf, \"As soon as a suitable description of my destination has been furnished by my friend here.\" " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " \n Originally Posted by qube \n sign \" I think I need a drink ... \" he says half depressed. \n \n\n\n Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nAt this, Encarus gives a hearty laugh, exposing his charred and blackened teeth. \"Ha! If so, then I think I saw a tavern on journey here. Just down the street, I think.\n\n Of course, it might also have been a school for nuns...I really couldn't tell from 500 feet up in the air...\" " }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas, Half-elf Merchant \n\nQuis darts a compassionate look over to the elf; he would rather the latter had his proper chance to speak, or at least would voice his opinion on the matter. In any case, he turns back to Kselken and says, \"I'll need to show you a map, some streets can be a bit confusing for a newcomer. Let's see... the inn I mentioned is near the riverfront, just as you get to that quarter from here. There's a good weaponsmith right by there; you're probably more interested in the outfitter's shop a short bit in from the river. There's no real landmarks , but most of the important places are along the river, and many of them in the river, on the boats of travelling merchants. I can't tell you immediately what you'd find there, since it's always different.\" He puts the map back away. \"Is there anything else you need? " }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC: First time I've gotten to speak all game! W00t!\n\nGuess we're all set on present-tense?\n \n\n Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n\nDraav lowers his shield once more and looks from the elven girl to the dark-robed man to the dragon. With a heavy sigh he calls out, \"Sorry about that. Can't be too cautious, you know?\" Draav turns his head slightly and is tempted to just walk away, but instead says, \"An enemy, you say? I may not trust these things of fickle substance, but that gives me no reason to first give them the benefit of the doubt.\" \n\nAgain he turns his attention, this time to his side. \"And it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Layasha, and I wish you the best.\" At the last word he gives a small and short bow, and strides past Midon toward the direction he was originally being led, the 'centre', as she had called it." }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " All \n\n((Note: according to the temples people named, everyone who is not on the bridge is on the human side of the temple district))\n\nCRAKKK!\n\nFrom the elven side of the temple district comes a sound like a hammer blow to the fabric of reality, and a vast area in the middle of the temples there is suddenly covered by a writhing pillar of flame over twenty feet high. The centre of it glows white hot for a second, and then from the middle of this conflagration rises an elf in bright red robes, lit with considerable drama by the fire below him. With one final flourish, the fire burns itself out and the elf returns to the ground on a roiling fall of smoke.\n\n\" Quick, everyone, in here! \" The voice is from one of the men on the steps of the temple of Bel, a temple close to the edge of the bridge, and near also to Allatu and Tirid's temples. The man is a tall human and suddenly seems to have a good deal of presence, and many of the people around him are heeding his advice and rushing into the grand foyer of Bel's library. \" Don't be tricked by him, don't listen to a word he says! He is dangerous! \"\n\n\" Yes, flee, feeble human, \" comes the voice of the red-robed elf, magically amplified to echo throughout the temple district. \" Flee with all the cowardice of your race. I have never yet met a human who was worth the air he breathes. \"\n\nThe human does not seem to notice these words, and instead tryies to calm the people he ushers ahead of him into the temple. \" Ignore him, \" he says again. \" Do not listen to his words, do not heed his challenge. \"\n\n\" Fear! \" spits the elf. \" You run away like a child. There is no human here who dares to face me in single combat. You are all weak, you are all scared! \"" }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek frightened bronze half-dragon \n\nTurning instinctively at the thunderous cacophony, Munthrek shrinks down trying to avoid the overwhelming noise of reality being torn asunder. Watching the gout of flame he starts backing off the bridge slowly. As the flame dissipates he can see an elvish form start to appear in the center of the inferno. The flame cools quickly, and the elf issues forth his challenge to the humans.\n\nOnce the elf is done terrorizing the humans near the temples, and the kindly priest of Bel is ushering the human into the priory, Munthrek turns his back to the fire-enthralled wizard, quickly herding the remaining humans toward the safety of the kindly holy man. Quickly now, run. He says to the people near him who aren't moving towards the temple." }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nAt first Encarus stares at the fire pillar with wonder, awed by such explosive and spontaneous beauty. He utterly ignores the fleeing population.\n\nAnd then he hears the elven challenge.\n\nHe calmly takes out his pipe, stuffs some more tobacco into it, and gives it a little puff.\n\n \"What say you, Seer and Lightning Warder? Shall we stand and fight? Or flee?\" " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / stormlord / defender of elfenkind\n\nJohneleth turns his head and without thinking he exclaims \"Infidels! We're under siege!\" .\nHe starts to think about what he's yelling, but shakes it off. His comments might be wrong, but there is something more important now ...\nHalf annoyed that the elven side is under attack, and half happy he thinks Tirid be blessed, that I may once more defend my countrymen from the invasion of the infidels .\n\nLost in thoughts he ignores the word of his newfound fire camerade.\n\nHe runs, in the opposite direction of all those feeing, and then he sees the elf in the distance.\nIgnoring the words of who he believes to be a priest of Bel, Johneleth takes a proud towering stance, shield first and yells\n \"You! These feeble infidels areth no enemy of those of the forest! who areth thouw that you to threaten them! In Tirids name! And by who's right dareth thow use destructive magic in the presence of thouw countrymen\" \n\nJohneleths tatoos start to glow in a in a strange blue/red light.\n\n(If he sees any wounded elves by the blast, Joheleth's tatoo on his upper arm suddenly pulse white once, then those on his lower arm do, and as thunderstorm a lighning boomerang appears in his hand)\n\n((ooc:\n \n Spoiler \nIs something more known with my sense motive?\n13_CBS: I saw too late you posted 😁 ))\n " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon had spent such a great portion of the morning laughing, most often at jokes to which only he was privy, that a cynical observer would have deemed him quite mad. This had proven a most unusual morning, however, and there are times when life is so bizarre that laughing is simply the only course.\n\nThis was such a time.\n\nHis laughter cut through the panic of the crowd as only a laugh could, sparking the undeniable cynicism of a great many observers.\n\n Do excuse me, miss , he said calmly to the shocked elven woman before turning towards the red clad mage. Fear? Midon said in a tone now so cold and malevolent it would be more readily associated with a dead thing than a man. You come here with your infantile displays of bright colours and flashing lights and presume to speak to me of fear? \n\nMidon advances slowly and calmly towards the mage, casting a spell as he walks without breaking stride. The area around the mage falls dark, as though in a moonless night, with the interloper and himself standing in beams of bright white light\n\n You don't know what the word means. Crass threats of pain and death wielded as a cudgel, like an insecure child playing at intimidation. You know nothing of fear. \n\nThe Midon striding forward appears to warp and distort, and from his path fan six identical images of him. As the Midons walk, slabs of flesh seem to tear from their bodies, hanging grotesquely in the air for a moment before being consumed by deep purple flame, until the six Midons stand as flayed corpses, only the flesh of their eyeless, noseless faces remaining an a hideous mockery of their former humanity. The same purple flames tear at their black clothing, revealing the glistening muscle beneath.\n\nThe Midon-corpses open their ravaged jaws and speak as one: You joke of fear. I am Fear. \n \n Spoiler \n((OOC explanation:This was all achieved through the creative use of a potent illusion spell, there is still only one Midon with all the normally associated skin and such. The illusion takes concentration to move (and thus keep the fake Midons realistic), so I don't intend to actually fight him if I can avoid it, I'm just trying to stalemate him until the civilians evacuate, and maybe scare the hell out of him while I'm at it 😁 ))\n " }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas \n\nAt the loud noise, Quis instinctively pulls back. The image which appears does not help matters. It pains him to hear such things spoken of his paternal people by one of his mother's kind; wasn't he himself proof that they could coexist? But there would always be people like this elf.\n\nAs the rest of the people begin to fall back, Quis finds himself drawing his sword and taking a position at the front of the crowd. He has been in a few fighting retreats against bandits, and instinctively thinks to protect those who are not prepared to fight. What I wouldn't give to have my bow with me right now! , he thinks, as he falls back along with the crowd.\n\nAs he does, he notices others beginning to challenge the elf that has appeared. Probably ill-advised, with all these defenceless people around. Defend right now, not attack. Once everybody is in the temple, then we can deal with this problem. As he thinks this, however, he reaches the temple steps; he raises his sword a bit more and prepares to fight or even charge if necessary." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken Jurgent, Human Explorer-Cleric \n \"My apologies to both of you, but it seems we must conclude this conversation at a less calamitious occasion.\" He says, his face suddenly set sternly. \"I do not care what his reasons may be, there is no excuse for hurting an innocent bystander. If either of you would care to help me remove the injured from the area, I would be grateful. However, before we do so, a gift.\" He says calmly.\n\nRaising his left hand, he flickers his fingers rapidly through a set of symbols and wards both of his companions against physical and magical harm. It would stop a flying pebble, and even a dagger thrust, if you were lucky, but an axe would shear it in two. I hope no-one has an axe, then. Kselken thinks.\n\nHe makes another set of symbols, and taps his staff on the floor once, lightly. All of a sudden, everyone within 10 feet of him gives off a glow to his eyes indicating whether or not they need healing. Stepping quickly forwards, his staff toughing the ground lightly with each step, he heads out into the space, looking for injured people. If he is attacked, he will respond with zero tolerance, attempting to kill the one attacking him with predjudice." }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": "((ooc: apparently present tense has indeed happened without me realising. Oh well, feels more like a tabletop game that way.))\n\n Darmerre, Encarus and Johneleth: \n\n\" Oh, be silent, \" sneers the fiery elven mage, giving Johneleth a disparaging roll of his eyes, and utter, clearly magical silence descends around you. \" Lest you speak of what you have no knowledge and show yourself to be a fool. It is in the defence of the elves and all who dwell in the forest that I make this challenge. Of all the people here it is I, not you, who stands to protect them from the invasion of the humans. \"\n\n * As the last of the smoke from his arrival settles and dissipates, it becomes clear that the fire, for all its impressiveness, did no damage whatsoever. The floor shows no sign of charring and the people nearby, though shocked and mostly fleeing, are not physically harmed. * \n Quis, Kselken: \n\nThe elf looks genuinely affronted at being brushed off by both of you, and is clearly not used to being ignored or even told to wait. After a moment of puffing his cheeks out in indignant silence, he begins to walk away, when the arrival of the red-garbed mage across the bridge suddenly becomes the centre of attention. He frowns, glances at you, and then says almost reluctantly, \" Lower your sword, sir. Come along to Bel's library, the pair of you. This might get out of hand, and we'd all be safer inside, these people too. He's usually all bravado, but some idiots today, \" there is emphasis on the word, directed in a cautioning way at Quis, \" just had to go and provoke him, didn't they? \"\n\n\n Midon, Draavius and Munthrek: \n\n\" Oh not again ! \" is the hissed and surprisingly unfearful response of the young elf Layasha with you as the world across the bridge explodes. \" Sirs, I apologise heartily for Arlaath's bigotry. You should come inside to Bel's temple. \" The last sentence is said a little louder as Midon begins to walk off, and she continues with a raised voice. \" Whatever you do, do not accept his challenge! Mr. Waress, come back! \"\n\n\" Oh no. \" The words are quiet and she squeezes her eyes shut, then looks back up to Munthrek sadly, trying to catch Draavius' attention too. \" We must go inside. \"\n\n\n Midon: \n\n\" You stand up to me, human, \" the elf says, turning his attention from Johneleth to you as you approach, and a tone of dark respect enters his voice. He seems unrattled, though genuinely impressed, by your display of illusion. \" That is more than most of your pathetic kind can manage. See how they run. You will not attack us in the open, in the light. You strike from Etan's darkness and Etana's shadows; even now you have brought this darkness with you, like a blanket to comfort a child. \n\n\" Your people seek to kill mine, to drive us from the forest into the sea. To defend my people, and my land, I challenge you to a duel of magic. I will not harm one hair upon your head, which is more than your raiders in the north can claim. We will duel to defeat, not to death. What say you, human who knows so much of fear? Can you conquer your own and face me? \"" }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": "((OOC: Acutally, it caught me by surprise as well. Usually I prefer past tense, but it seems I'm going along with everyone else.))\n\n Quistallinas \n\nQuis glances between his sword, the mage, and the nearby elf. \"The provocation has come from others. This sword is for the defence of those around me; I have been in many caravans where I have had to be ready to defend when a threat is imminent. I fully intend only to defend this temple, but defend it I shall. With the lack of further information I must be prepared for the worst.\" " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n Congratulations are in order, elf, the Midon-corpses say with contempt, the person is rare indeed who transcends even my misanthropic nature and proves with such ease and eloquence to be a greater fool than I had imagined. The flames of your arrival seem to have been adequately extinguished even without the, shall we say, competitive input you seem to desire.\n\nYou rant of wars on races and defenses of homelands like a petty despot trying to rally ignorant masses to an insane cause and yet somehow hope to resolve such affairs of history with a childish bout of arm wrestling. Tell me, why is it that you feel this need to forge such a thin facsimile of relevance and significance about you? " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nEncarus, who was only moments before struck with awe, suddenly starts shaking with rage.\n\n \"This...\"fire\", though I shudder to call it that, is mere foxfire. \" He looks up and at the robed elf.\n\n \"How DARE you summon flames without burning?! This is not Art. This is blasphemy! An insult! FIRE BURNS! YOURS DOES NOT BURN! YOU HAVE THUS CORRUPTED ITS PURPOSE!\n\n...\n\nYour Fire is tainted, unburning. Mine will purify it.\" \n\nAnd as abrupt as a fiery explosion, Encarus takes off into the air, becoming once more a living meteor.\n\n \"BURN.\" " }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken Jurgent, Human Explorer-Cleric \n \"It seems this pompous posturer is merely full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. That igniferous inferno we previously witnessed must have been merely an illustrious illusion of impressive immensity. This appears to have been politically motivated, and, as n^-one has suffered harm, it is my advised opinion that we move over to the Temple of Bel, so we may watch what transpires and still be in a position to affect the outcome of any battle that may ensue.\" Kselken suggests politely." }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lightninglord / defender of nature\n\nJohneleth raises an eyebrow as, besides him one, who he thought was a commonor, envelops darkness and necromancic horror ... Even bigger is supprize as he hears that the elfen wizard appearently is an ally, instead of an enemy. And evidence supports it ... no elf seemed harmed in the fiery burst.\n\nthe Tirid tatoos now shine with blue, green and red flashes as his mind is flodded with chaos ... What to do what to do ... Johneleths mind races back ancient memories, battlefields where orcs and goblins fall before his glorious mayham ... havoc everywhere ...\n\nWords of Midons speach pierce his indeciciveness ... wars on races ... petty despot ... ignorant masses ... ignorant ... IGNORANT ? he wakes from his memories ...\n\nthe Tirid tatoos now shine a bright purple/yellow light. Noting the word of Encarus, Johneleth turns skyward, to his meteor friend.\n \"FIREBRINGER! Burn what you want, but let my people unharmed!\" \n And now for the more pressing matter ... \"Hey 'Fear', I happen to be one of those ignorant masses ... and all I see is someone who's a dog, who's bark is bigger then his bark ...\" the young elf says as he turns to the humans in besides him and as the lightning bomerang now grows bigger, sometimes even arcing a small line to to the floor or his metal shield." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon is genuinely surprised by the lightning lord's interruption. We get to the heart of the matter and always there are interruptions , he sighs. Xenophobia is fear, and I know fear better than most. Do not presume that such things are motives hidden to me. " }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " Arlaath, elven red mage: \n\n\" I would explain my intentions to you, human, but you would not understand, \" the red-garbed elf hisses at Midon. His voice plateaus to a chilly calm. \" I had hoped to let you live, but the idea is becoming swiftly less appealing. I have ended my illusion, and now you will end yours, or I will end your life. Comply. \"\n\nHe seems to ignore all of the others speaking entirely, focussing his attentions entirely upon Midon." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n You won't attack me, Arlaath, and I'll tell you why. said the Midon-corpses calmly. The stormlord who seems to have leaped to your defense has misunderstood rather grievously. The analogy of the despot demonstrated two things, the xenophobic basis of your rhetoric, and the absurdity and irrationality which is profoundly associated with it. Your hatred stems from fear, not the fear of pain and death that I so harshly criticized you for trying to invoke upon your arrival, but a far more powerful and pervasive kind. A kind which you do not understand yourself. Your intentions are of fear, Arlaath, and I understand fear. Indulge me with the specifics, and I can show you why there's no shame in that. " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nCould I point out that Darmerre has at no point outright said he was a seer?\n \n\n Darmerre, the Blind Seer \n \"Seer? A prophet I am not, but a mere blind old man.\" speaks Darmerre, as he slowly walks over to the bridge, towards the elf.\n\n \"I do not hear you.\" he says, softly but piercingly, slowly walking across the bridge not so much as recognising the display occuring around him. Despite his somewhat defiant display, he was completely aware of the situation, and was in a position to respond almost instantaneously whatever happened." }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas \n\nQuis, on the steps of the Temple of Bel, is now leaning on his sword and casually watching the proceedings. \"After that initial scare, this is actually proving to be a bit entertaining,\" he says to those beside him. We have a mage who has yet to actually hurt anyone threating to kill, and some other wizard making strange images of himself. As long as nobody's too close to them this might be a bit fun to watch.\" Still wish I had that bow, he thinks, though I'm not sure now which one I'd rather use it on. " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / master of lightning / defender of the elves\n\n \"Fear inspires us to protect that which we fear to lose. I am not fear, but child of Llanowar, a defender of the forest, and I will strike down upon anyone with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my homelands.\" \nhe speaks, as 2 small lightning arcs erupt from his eyes and dissapear into nothingness.\n\n \"Now ... lets be very clear about this. Are you a destoyer, one who moves in the shadows to destroy the forest, and keep up you spells, or are you one who believes the forest should be protected and realize that keeping your discusting spells will only incite the dogs of war? ...\" \nhe says as his lighting boomrang has small arcs on his armor and shield\n\n((ooc: needed an elfven tribe name; Llanowar seems most fitting\t)" }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n Fear does that and more, Stormlord, but still you associate fear with destruction, with evil. Fear is as intrinsic to the minds of men as roundness is to a circle. It is behind every action and every thought, but not in the crass, warlike manner you insinuate. This form was carefully chosen, and I will abandon it when it has served it's purpose. Now, he turns back to the fire mage, tell me, what are your intentions? " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / master of lightning / defender of the elves\n\n((ooc: \"he turns back\" ... oh, and what do the other Midons doo ?... 😏 gotha))\n \n\"Your words strat to shatter, illusionist. Your spell incites anger and hate. It's purpose is lost in it's effect ... unless of course anger and hate were its purpose in the first place. Now stop this folly or be turned to ashes ...\" \n\nThe paladin dissibates his lighting boomerang. but Midons sense motive shows the elf is serious...\n\n \n Spoiler \nApatheticDespot: your next post or the one after that is probably Midons last chance ... I've given 2 him rounds more then I would have given an NPC:\n- the featfull illusion of that dance maccabre against a fellow elf was borderline code of conduct; especially after learning that the elf was on his side\n- the insult was against everything he stands for (try talking about the good things of slavery and torchure against an already jumpy paladin ...\n- the fact Midon half and half ignoring him, doesn't seem to his liking\n- and not stopping his illusion after that Johneleth give him the chance to prove he's not an enemy, really isn't the most diplomatic move\n " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \nDarmerre strides slowly across the bridge, ignoring the illusions, and approaches Arlaath in his hobbling gait, and (at least attempts to) places his hands on the fire mage's arms, running his fingers across his robe much in the same way that he 'body read' the scarred dragonborn.\n\nRaising himself up to the ear of the fire mage, he whispers in his ear softly.\n\n \"Perhaps... Arlaath... you may finally spark the fire that consumes the elves once and for all...\" he says, in a distinctly non-hostile tone, using the 'voice of the oracle' he employed when directly acting as a seer." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAlright, first of all, how does everyone know that that it's an illusion I'm using? Arlaath probably would, being a mage who was actually looking at me when I cast the spell, but the whole point of illusions is that you don't automatically know that its not real, and it's not as though people assumed Encarus' meteor trick was an illusion.\n\nI'm in a bit of an awkward spot right now, as you may have noticed. All my character knows is that he is surrounded by weapons grade crazies who seem to be borderline genocidal. His original plan was to stall until the civilians were evacuated, but that isn't a problem apparently. So then he tried to determine and allay the source of Arlaath's rage, which provoked a passing electromancer with a hair trigger. Somehow. He isn't too clear on that one. Now he's about to be attacked by two extremely deadly people for reasons he doesn't begin to understand, and both are demanding that he lower the only defensive spell he has active, which looks an awful lot like suicide at the moment.\n\nI don't want this to degenerate into pvp, and I don't think qube (or for that matter Neru) wants that either, but I don't know what else I can do about it.\n \n\n Now we're getting somewhere. Midon directed his attention to the words of the blindfolded man. What do you mean by that, stranger? " }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI think I need to start adjudicating more closely effects of spells. Guys, if you can bold it whenever you cast a spell that may effect specifically other PCs in a variety of ways then I'll post what happens in response.\n\nFor the purposes of this, we'll assume Johneleth saved, since that's how it's been played. Arlaath, yes, also worked out what was going on, that's correct. I'm guessing Darmerre is also rather good at spotting illusions. Everyone else is probably fairly rattled by what's going on, and more so the closer they are to the big wizardsplosion in the middle of the temple district.\n\nActual post coming any second.\n \n\n Deman Lightbringer, elven scholar of Ishhara and Layasha Viëlenya, elven bard , both having retreated to the steps of the temple of Bel\n\n\" Good plan, \" Deman heartily agrees when Quis and Kselken begin to move to a place of shelter, and as they walk he ushers those around him along with them. He is clearly used to authority, if not command, and this seems to get through to most of the people in the streets who are standing around in abject terror of one or other of the mages squaring off near the bridge. \" Go along, go inside, everyone, \" he says, but this time the orders do not seem to be direted at Quis and Kselken: possibly your willingness to help and defensive attitude has impressed him significantly that he will stand alongside you.\n\nIt is not long before you are joined by Layasha, and, if she can contrive it through gentle persuasion and somewhat fearful pleading, Munthrek and Draavius, though truth be told when Midon's undead images began speaking she was not keen to hang around close to him for long at all and made haste away. She is singing to herself as she hurries off, a soothing song that is almost a lullaby and that, combined with her increased distance from Midon's illusions, seems to calm her fright somewhat by the time she reaches the temple of Bel, but she is still uneasy.\n\n\" Oh gosh, this is bad , \" she mutters to anyone who is around to hear her. \" I've never seen so many people be so affected by Arlaath's challenges. He never means to hurt anyone, but the gods know what those other two will do! \" She brings her hands up to her face and pulls one set of slender fingers through her hair in agitation, absolutely exuding damsel in distress.\n\n\n Arlaath, elven red mage \n\nA sneer of amusement crosses Arlaath's face as he sees Midon and Johneleth squaring off against one another and he settles back, almost as if waiting to enjoy a show. He is, then, taken by surprise when a blindfolded man takes hold of his arm, and more surprised still when he looks round to discover that the man wears a blindfold. Darmerre's mystic words seem to throw him off balance for a second, then he reapplies his sneer, more dismissive than cruel this time.\n\n\" You speak in riddles, blind one, \" he says, his voice level. \" But I have no quarrel with you and your desert kin, so stand away and keep yourself safe. It is the northern tribesmen who launch their attacks on my people, with their conjured evils and real monsters fighting at their sides. \"" }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nAnnoyed that he was ignored, Encarus takes the opportunity to fly over and land behind the distracted red mage.\n\nHe says with a wicked grin, \"Are you deaf, wizard? I said BURN me, dammit.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \nDarmerre stepped back, positioning himself between Midon and Arlaath. He could not do much about Encarus, but he remained ready to tackle the elven fire mage out of the Firebringer's path if he attacked.\n\n \"Why then do you quarrel with men not of the tribes? The arts of wizardry are never taught amongst nomads, for a people that must move can have no place for scholars - could slaying him do any more than give the feral tribes but another ally in his kin? The Firebringer is from the west, and while my people do not claim kinship with him, it is said he would burn a city to its foundations on but a passing fancy.\" \n\nWhat was important right now was probably to keep Midon, Encarus and Johneleth from getting into a fight, which, knowing Encarus and the reaction of Johneleth to Midon, would probably result in nothing short of the total obliteration of the temple district." }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Tactful bronze half-dragon \n\nAfter herding those humans who could be persuaded to turn to the temple, he then turns to the imminent battle between the two wizards, fire bringer, and lightning thrower. Striding up behind the elven lighting thrower he puts a clawed hand on his shoulder and speaks. This is folly , he says trying to calm the elf. This is precisely the kind of chaos that he wants. Do not allow yourself to get entangled in his war between your kind and the humans of the north. He steps around the front of the elf and peers into his eyes. Go to the steps of Bel's temple. You don't need to defend that elf who is clearly trying to goad those others into his war. " }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n\nDraav stands silent for a moment, watching the events unfold around him. He slowly backs up toward the Temple of Bel and raises his shield. Mainly to himself he mutters, \"No harm shall come.\" \n\nDraav follows Layasha to the door silently. As she enters he turns to watch others scramble inside. Again he holds his shield high and battle-ready, but keeps an eye open for anyone needing help to enter." }, { "author": "laszarus", "message": " Kselken, Human Explorer-Cleric \n\nKselken stands on the steps of the temple, observing the confrontation. He looks to the others standing with him.\n\n \"Would you care to hear what is transpiring? A simple charm will allow it, are you willing.\" He says, idly tapping his staff on the floor.\n\nHe casts a spell to make the voices of those involved with the central fight sound as though next to those present on the steps , layers on top of it a mild aid against illusions (to help counter any illusions the red-garbed wizard might cast) , and throws up ward spells on everyone around him like those he placed on Quis and Deman earlier ." }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas \n\nQuis turns down towards the anxious elf woman next to him. \"I wouldn't worry at the moment. Those people are more than far enough away from us, that they would have to be intentionally attacking us to hurt us. As for that, they are far too busy with each other to cause us any trouble; if they hurt each other, they know the risks they have taken. If anyone does go after us, there are several among us more than willing to defend the others.\" He smiles. \"I can't imagine what he could have against you, being an elf.\" At this thought, however, his face darkens and he turns forward again. I'm only worried about what he might think of me, a hybrid with that which he so despises. " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \nDarmerre notices a slight change in the world, and whispers again into Arlaath's ear.\n\n \"Choose your next words wisely, Arlaath. Though you may not see it, you have an audience.\" " }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " On the steps of Bel's Temple \n\nA defensive line has formed across the door of this temple, and of most of the others. The nearest to the bridge, it is the temple of Bel that has the most defenders outside it, as well as the most innocents inside, and several acolytes from Ishhara's temple have run over to join the wall you stand in. Deman has taken up the direction of those tied to both temples, and they all seem to be listening to his instructions without fuss.\n\nLayasha has not entirely left the scene either, and as Kselken brings the voices from around the troubled area into hearing range, she appears once again around the doorframe with a look of interest overlaying some of her nervousness. \" A pretty piece of sound magic, \" she comments approvingly. \" If only what was being said were prettier. \" She looks up at Quis' reassurance and gives a little nod, even managing a small smile for him.\n\n\n The 'Danger Zone' \n\n\" It is this one who I hoped would face me, \" Arlaath says in reply to Darmerre, jerking his head forward to indicate Midon. \" The dragons of Ishhara's kin, men of the desert, \" he gestures to Encarus then Darmerre, \" neither have harmed my elven fellows, but the tribesmen have wizards indeed, blind one, and they cause us such pain. \"\n\nAs he speaks, he brings his hands in front of him with his palms to the sky, and without any apparent action linked to casting a spell an illusion appears above them. At first it is tiny, no larger than a loaf of bread, but it spreads and grows, the ghostly, transparent figures becoming a life-sized display of a grizzly raid on a small village. The houses are clearly elven in their design and the inhabitants are exclusively elves, and the attackers are humans and the beasts and spirits that the human tribes are famous for training and using for their purposes. ((As this is not a harmful illusion, those under the effect of Kselken's ward can see it without trouble.))\n\nSuddenly, in a vast contradiction to the unhappy scene in the illusions now covering the temple square, a feeling of peace floods the area, and an elf who was not there a second ago appears, walking across the bridge towards Arlaath and the crowd he has drawn. He is Silien, known as the Spear of Dawn, and he is the highest martial authority in the elven lands of Luinia: everyone who knows anything at all about the continent will recognise him. Residents of these lands and anyone who follows international politics would further know that he is an inspired commander and a favourite of Aia. The fact that he is here is some seriously big news.\n\nHis voice is calm and quiet, and yet strangely carrying, as he speaks a simple order. It carries a simple confidence that he will be obeyed. \" Lower all of these hostile and deceptive spells at once. \"" }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre \n \"The nomadic tribes can but rarely cultivate wizardry, for training a wizard requires vast resources. What you speak of are sorcerors, those whose blood grants them the gifts of the arcane. To create even but a single wizard's spellbook requires not less than a hundred pages, and to write but a single spell demands hundreds of coin in rare inks not available to the nomadic people. It is the same here as it is in my homeland. No, the wizard before you cannot be your foe, for he cannot have learned his skills from the feral tribes you speak of.\" spoke Darmerre.\n\nThe display Darmerre looked up at without moving his head, and he didn't respond as obviously the illusion was not meant for him.\n\n \"This wizard does not answer your challenge because of your demand. He answers it because he believes you will bring harm to both the elves and the humans of this city. The Firebringer is not of Ishara's kin, and merely wishes for a battle. Should violence erupt, he would merely use the opportunity to wash this city with flame and make his escape.\" he continues, before Silien arrives.\n\n \"It appears your thirst to battle those who wish you no harm will go unsated today.\" " }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth Paladin of nature / lightning master / defender of elves\n\nConfused, Johneleth takes his eyes out of Midon and looks at the red elfs illusion. He's even more supprized when suddenly the lord-commander from Luinia suddenly shows up, in this human-infested poor excuse for a hamlet ...\n\n What is this? Yet an other illusion? \n\nAs Silien commands everyone to lower their spells, Johneleth has come to a decision If he's an Illusion, Tirid must have his fun right now ... the chaos, the confusion ... this is exaclty what I prayed for ... \n\nJohneleth lowers his shield (his lightning boomerang was already gone into thin air). Smiling, he lowers himself to one knee an bows to the lord-commander.\n\nIn elfen, he says \" greeting be to thouw, Sir Lord Commander \"\n\n Today has already been a good day ... and it's not even noon ... " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon gives the newcomer an appraising look. The elf certainly met the description of Silien accurately, and Arlaath didn't seem the type to impersonate someone so respected by elvenkind. The risk was significant, but if that was the Spear of Dawn then Midon was outmatched. With a mental sigh he answered \"I will comply, but first I need an assurance that you will guarantee the safety of the people of this city.\" , and prepared to regret his decision." }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nEncarus looks severely dissapointed by the events.\n\n \"So...no fireworks then, eh? Beware elf...I will find a way to make you pay for this blasphemy.\n\nAnd as for you, blind one...\" He angrily shoves his pipe into his mouth and takes a deep puff.\n\n \"Do NOT mistake me for some amateur pyromaniac. Awash this city in flame, you say? Heh heh...as beautiful as that would be, I am no fool. I do not go about pillaging and burning the countryside for my own pleasure. I do not set to fire the great cities in the lands. Do not suggest that I am some foolish fire-lover, blind one...those who play with fire get burned.\" \n\nGlowering at both Darmerre and the arriving elf, he marches off and lounges about at the foot of the Sacred Fire." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre \nDarmerre merely begins to laugh, and hobbles over towards the temple of Bel.\n\n \"Your deeds and title suggest otherwise, tindertwig.\" he responded, knowing full well that the only reason Encarus was objecting was that he viewed himself as a disciple of fire, not some carelessly tossed matchstick. The Firebringer was elitist in his worship of the flame, that much was obvious." }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": "With a tiny, nodding acknowledgement to Johneleth's greeting, Silien looks mildly surprised at Midon's words, and gives him a gentle smile and an inclination of his head. \" No harm will come to anyone here while I draw breath, if by all my power and Lady Aia's grace it can be prevented, \" he promises.\n\nAs Silien speaks, Arlaath's illusion fades out of existence and the red mage stands with a neutral expression, idly watching the back and forth between Encarus and Darmerre." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n \"Very well, then.\" the Midon corpses reply to Silien`s promise. Immediately the darkness bathing the are evaporates into the morning sunlight, and the six Midons move to converge upon one another, melding once again into a single body whose flesh regrows over several seconds, leaving him once again human and whole. \"Do excuse my caution,\" he says once the process has completed, \"I have found it unwise to assume on matters such as these.\" " }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas \n\nAt the appearance of the elf mage's illusion, Quis grunts. \"I think I recognise that tribe,\" he says. \"My father warned me about them. Not good people at all. It is bad enough that they exist; it is even sadder that this elf has taken his opinion of humanity from them.\" Of all the introductions he could have had to his father's people, it had to be them. Quis merely shook his head at the thought; in the end, it still did not excuse this mage's actions.\n\nThe appearance of Silien is a much more heartening event; Quis knows that once he shows up, all trouble is over. He instinctively lets his guard down, knowing that his sword is needed no longer." }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth Raumo paladin of nature / lightning caster\n\nHe stands up from his humble position, and flexes his shoulders. He listens to the words of Midon and replays \" That's all right, ol' chap \" he says with a smile \" We Tirid fanatics are too unpredictable to take for granted anyway. \" he continues as his tattoos fade back to a pure black color, but not before a red/yellow flash is released by the lower tattoo.\n\nA small pause, a thought and he adds casually \" Sorry 'bout the ol' chap remark, Most likely I'm three times your age. \"\n\nHe turns back to Silien, his tattoo on his right upper arm turns dark purple and he says\n<elfen> \"Yo, ol' chap. Wassup? Here on buisiness or pleasure?\" </elfen>" }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer--Dragonfire Adept \n\nEncarus sneers at Darmerre's remark. \"They branded me that name because they did not understand. I was merely making Art, playing with fire... yet they thought I was going to put their precious houses and fields to the flame. Fools. Fire does not harm those who do not fear it.\n\nSo do not judge me, blind one. None are so blind as those who do not bother looking first.\" \n\nWith that, he puffs his pipe once more and shifts his attention to the new elf." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind Seer \nDarmerre continues to laugh and walk away, mildly amused at Encarus' use of a line that by all rights should have been his.\n\n \"There are none so blind as those who will not see.\" replies Darmerre, knowing the line well, though part of him expected Encarus to fail to grasp the meaning of it, given his pathetic misuse of the proverb.\n\nEncarus was a disciple of fire, not an arsonist, and Darmerre knew that well, but the blind seer would not betray that knowledge." }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Bemused bronze half-dragon \n\nStanding near the apex of the bridge gapping the two neighborhoods of the city Munthrek stares in bewilderment at the strange elf. He doesn't know if he should bow in appreciation for the elfs ability to defuse the tention, or laugh at how easily he had brought the squabiling to an abrubt end. Whoever the mysterious elf was he obviously had everyone's attention. Thinking to himself as he makes his way over to the temple of Bel, Good, finally someone else has all of the attention. Maybe he can shed a little light as to whom that red robed elf is, and why he's here. " }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " Silien, at the bridge \n\nSilien nods passively as the last spell ends, and casts a disapproving look at Johneleth. \" Irresponsible, as well as unpredictable, \" he says blandly and in common, choosing not to dignify the informal greeting with an answer. He looks up towards the temple of Bel and calls, \" Deman! \"\n\nThe elf is at his side instantly, without passing through the intervening space. \" Can I help you, Lord Silien? \"\n\n\" If you would escort these three gentlemen to the demonstration room in the temple of Ishhara, I would be most grateful, \" the elven general says quietly. \" I would prefer it, \" he adds, looking at Johneleth, Midon and Arlaath to make sure they are listening, \" if none of them were to cast any spells. I will join you shortly; I must speak to Bel's Watchers. \"\n\n\" Of course, sir, \" says Deman, moving his hands in the gestures of a spell that is obviously intended to allow him to recogise any magic occurring around him. \" If you three would follow me. \"\n\nArlaath gives a nod and a grin, chuckling quietly to himself as he falls in next to Deman.\n\n\n Layasha, on the steps of Bel's temple \n\nWith Silien's arrival, the elven woman's fear dissipates completely and she steps away from the cover of the door frame to join the others, apparently back on top form. \" Lord Silien will speak with the Watchers, who will show him everything that has happened here, \" she says, with the cadence of a story in her voice. \" The Watchers can tell no lies, and Lord Silien is just. He will see to it that all are dealt with accordingly. \"" }, { "author": "jmaccabeus", "message": " Quistallinas \n\nUpon hearing Layasha's statement, Quis sheathes his sword and sits down on the steps. \"Almost forgot about the Watchers. Useful people, them. We could probably use some around the mercantile district... in any case, it's about over.\" Upon saying this, he looks up at the sun. Some time had certainly passed; as soon as this whole mess was over, he'd have to get to his office to deal with whatever minor problems his shipments might have today. And get my bow, in case something like this happens again. " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon raises an eyebrow at no-one in particular at Silian's instruction, but follows Deman without comment." }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lightning lord\n\nJohneleths tatoos turn back into charcole black, as he bows to the lord commander \" As it is said, so it shall be done. \" he rises and follows Deman.\n\nhe directs some Midon. \" Hey, I think we got off from a bad start. Johneleth Raumo 's the name. Follower of Tirid and protector of the forest. \" he offers his hand to shake Midon's.\n\n\n ((OOC: that last sentence doens't quit seem ... how do you say he wants to shake hands, so he puts his hand in front of him?)) " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInformation-based shortcut. Darmerre uses his knowledge and sense of direction to take the fastest possible route (ie. through side alleys) to fall in just behind the group.\n \n\n Darmerre, the Blind Seer \nThough he doesn't follow when they've just left, Darmerre manages to fall in behind them soon enough, his footsteps first blending into the others before returning to the hobbling gait.\n\n \"Darmerre the Blind said he would follow you, and that I shall.\" " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer \n\nNoting that the group was leaving, Encarus casually tags along.\n\n Hmm...what's this about, then? " }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Relieved bronze half-dragon \n\nRealizing that the imminent hostilities were over Munthrek decides to continue doing what he was prepared to do before all the troubles started. He was going to finally catch that dreaded, and cunning ancient carp if it was the last thing he did that day. Climbing back atop the parapet he got into a comfortable position and tried to remain near motionless save for a couple deep breaths a minute and the flick of his muscular tail. You've escaped for far too long my cunning adversary, far too long, he thought to no one in particular as he peered into the deep and murky waters of the river." }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n\nDraav simply watches the combat dissipate and the street slowly begin to return to normal, as though nothing had happened. His extremely puzzled face is almost comedic as he turns to Layasha. \"Wha...\" He lowers his shield to his side and pulls himself together. \"...What's going on here?\" " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon looks down at Johneleth's outstretched hand for a moment before looking into the elf's eyes. Without a hint of anger or resentment in his voice he asks \"You don't honestly expect me to shake that, do you?\" . Without waiting for the answer, he steps around the elf and continues to follow Deman into the temple." }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lighting caster\n\nJohneleth looks supprized as he Midon declines. what's the matter? afraid? he thinks after remembring that Midon called himself fear.\n\n\" Hmm, no I don't, human. But it would be rude of me not to present. Now its you who rude, and not I, by declining. \" he replies with a smile." }, { "author": "nerulean", "message": " Deman and Arlaath \n\n\" Please, gentlemen, let us avoid bickering, \" the older elf, Deman, asks, looking over his shoulder at Johneleth and Midon with a weary expression. \" It has been a long day -- no thanks to you, Arlaath -- and we have barely made it past sun-up yet. \"\n\n\" Deman, old friend, \" Arlaath begins, his tone level and impassive, \" surely you can see the merit in my actions, even if you do not approve of my methods? You have always liked to disapprove of me, but you must recognise this threat we are faced with. \"\n\nDeman gives a derisive snort. \" You think causing a riot in the city will stop raids out in the wilds? we've never managed a thing to stop them so far, and there have been better plans than yours. \"\n\n\" This is not just a few raids! \" the red mage insists. \" This is something the size of which we have not seen in my lifetime, or my father's, or his! This is war we face! \"\n\n\" Enough, Arlaath. Save your words for Silien. \"\n\nArlaath goes quiet, and his next words are muttered almost silently, perhaps too quietly for anyone around to hear him. \" As if he will listen. They should have sent Lord Zalen instead. \"\n\nUnhearing, Deman leads the small group onwards through the enormous pointed arch at the entrance to Ishhara's Basilica, through the stones carved with images of dragons that move magically in their places to peer at each of you as you pass, and beneath the point that glitters with the light of a star.\n\n\n Silien and Layasha \n\nLayasha gives Draavius a surprised look. \" That is Lord Silien, high commander of all of the warriors of Luinia, \" she explains, as if it is the most obvious thing in all the world, and again she comes to life with a light in her eyes and enveloping gestures as she begins to tell a story. \" His skill with a spear is legendary -- he slew Tirid's great beast of ice who was threatening to destroy the forest with its bitter breath, withering the plants and freezing the sap of the trees in their trunks. Lady Aia was so grateful that she gave him her favour and his famous spear, a shard of the light of her sun, the Spear of Dawn he is named for. So great a warrior was he that he soon rose above all other combatants as their appointed leader to sit on the council of four that governs Luinia with the blessing of the Lady of the Sun. \"\n\n\" Your tale does me great credit, good lady, \" comes the voice of Silien from behind Layasha, and she turns with a start, her eyes going wide and her cheeks a burning crimson as she drops an embarrassed but graceful curtsey. \" Now, \" he continues, turnin to address everyone who has gathered to defend the temple of Bel and those inside it, \" perhaps you and your companions here will assist me by helping those taking shelter in Bel's Library to get back about their business? Assure them that everything will be taken care of, and that they are safe. If any wish to see the outcome of these unfortunate events, I will be heading to the demonstration chamber in Ishhara's halls shortly to speak with those responsible. \"\n\n\n Carp ((I'm sorry, I couldn't resist))\n\nThere is a glittering in the water that could just be the light of the bridge reflecting off shimmering, piscean scales as the carp darts by in cocky challenge. Bring it, dragon boy. " }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer \n\nFollowing Deman and Arlaath, Encarus perks up at the word \"raid\".\n\n Conflict? How fascinating...I suppose if I had listened to this blasphemer's words earlier, I might better know what's going on... " }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Pursuing Bronze Half-Dragon \n\nAs the wily carp darts by clearly taunting the poised half-dragon, Munthrek releases his coiled muscles in an explosion of action. Leaping almost straight up in the air he turns his body so his head is soon pointed straight for the water. A split second later he makes a surprisingly tiny splash into the murky depths of the cool river. Once the bubbles clear, Munthrek scans the immediate area and almost misses his fleeing prey heading down stream. Flicking his muscular tail, Munthrek kicks up a large cloud of particulate from the bed of the river as he propels himself after the escaping fish. Darting his way in and out of the ropes and chains used to anchor the merchant barges on the surface, the sneaky carp dares Munthrek to follow. Slowing his pursuit, Munthrek tries to figure a way to go and get the fish without disturbing the merchant barges, but the large cloud of silt he kicked up upon first entering the chase slowly makes its way down stream and gives the tricky fish a means of escape once again.\n\nMunthrek calls out to the fish, coward .\n\nWithout missing a beat the carp calls back, idiot .\n\nMunthrek just smiles." }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": " Darmerre, the Blind \nDarmerre continues to follow Deman, Arlaath, Johneleth and Midon quietly, simply taking in what was happening. They seemed not to have noticed him, and there was little sense in changing that for the time being." }, { "author": "Gnomish Wanderer", "message": " Draavius , part-elf pacifist and non-magical healer \n\nDraav is silent and unusually still until Silien passes. He also gives a small bow, his eyes closing in respect. When Silien dissappears from sight, he uprights himself and takes a deep breath.\n\nDravvius then turns to Layasha. \"I have heard of him, but only briefly... I fear the tale I was taught was an exaggeration of yours...\" He smirks a bit, memories lighting up his eyes, and then continues in the normal slow manner, \"My question was about the crazed illusory who spoke of war.\" As Draav speaks he follows her into the Temple." }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n \"Bickering?\" Midon asks in amusement, \"Dig into your thesaurus sir. This man was trying to kill me mere moments ago. I'd say we're a ways past bickering.\" " }, { "author": "pingcode20", "message": "Blows DM Whistle" }, { "author": "qube", "message": " Johneleth paladin of nature / lightinglord\n\n\" Then why don't you just avoid talking? You're not past that, are you? Am I about to kill you now? No. See: no problem. \" not waiting for a replay, he adds \" Now shush, and follow the nice elf. \"\n\nThe tattoo on his lower right arm, fades to a bright green and then back to black, as he adds. \" And if you're a good boy, I'll buy you a piece of candy \"\n\nnot planning to give Midon an other glance, he turns his back to him and walks toward to Ishhara's temple ..." }, { "author": "13_CBS", "message": " Encarus, Firebringer \n\nEncarus has to chuckle at Johneleth's stinging words.\n\n \"Ha! I recommend Sugarscale; quite popular among whelps these days, I hear!\" " }, { "author": "ApatheticDespot", "message": " Midon Waress, Dread Wizard \n\nMidon does not break stride or look back as Johneleth speaks, indeed there is no outward indication as to whether he heard the elf speak at all." }, { "author": "Venom", "message": " Munthrek Defeated Bronze Half-Dragon \n\nDeciding to quit playing games with the wily old carp he gives a few powerful flicks of his tail and propels himself up river towards the spot he dove in. Taking to the air he quickly banks over to the temple of Ishhara to gather his meager belongings. Soon he makes his way over to the priests of Bel and asks who was that mysterious elf in the crimson robes, and what he can do, if anything, to help." } ]
[ { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " This will not be continued... and the heroes will have dispersed or retired by now. Olania will be heading to Kingslayers.\n\nTevrier may retire with Ramona.\n\nKyroswolf will make a new PC and rejoin old HoE players in Darklords. " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 13: Blaize vs. Marge \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\nAnd\n\nFirst Place: Ring of Protection +1 \nSecond Place: Cloak of Resistance +1 " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Purchase:\n150 Scroll of Invisibility\n50 two Scrolls of Silent Image\n75 drow poison\n\nMarge is reserving the right to purchase more in response to Blaize's purchases.\n\nInit: (1d20-4)[ -3 ] " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Just got back from vacation...I will be buying some things." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\nInitiative roll: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n\nBlaize loads his crossbow, slings it over his shoulder, pulls two scrolls from his belt and holds one in each hand and says, \"Good luck to you, Marge.\" He then moves to stand in front of his entrance.\n\nooc: Since I'll bet that Blaize will go first, I will start...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStarting in Y11, Blaize reads his mage armor scroll (standard), drops it (free), and then moves quietly to U11. He keeps an eye out for his opponent and her hawk familiar, and listens for spellcasting or approach.\n\nif needed:\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] <--to identify any spells cast by Marge\n \n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U11\n\nbegin with scrolls of exp. retreat and mage armor in hand\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield\n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 17\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hour)\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nforgot to add...\nMove Silently (1d20+2)[ 15 ] <- the -5 was already taken into account\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "\"buy amber amulet of huge monstrous spider (700gp)\"\n\nIs that correct?\n\nEdit: Oops, were you done?\n\n Marge Round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \nMarge begins in B11 with the drow poison and a scroll of Expiditous Retreat in hand and her hawk at her feet.\n\nReactive Listen Marge (1d20+2)[ 20 ] Hawk (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nReactive Spot Marge (1d20+5)[ 8 ] Hawk (1d20+16)[ 30 ] \n\n(The hawk has been instructed to point (with a wing) whenever it is landed, can see Marge, and senses Blaize.)\n\nStandard action: recite the scroll\nFree action: drop the vial\nMove action: move to C19 (45') while drawing a scroll of See Invisibility move silently (1d20-4)[ 8 ] \n\nThe hawk crushes the (soft, clay) vial, and so applies the poison to its claws (1d20)[ 13 ] (on a 1 it poisons itself), and then flies to F4 (40') and hides. MS (1d20-2)[ 16 ] hide (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n\nStatus:\nHawk ->F4 AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge ->C19 AC 15 HP 16/16 Spells: Exped Retreat[10]\n \n\nDone." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\nooc: Sorry - yes, I was done.\n\nI am not sure what the quote about the amulet was about.\n\nThe Blaize character sheet you had listed is up to date.\n\nPosting round 2...\n\nEdit: Now I understand the quote. I didn't realize a number of things with my purchases. Since I have it listed, it should be Large...my bad. I can tell that this is not going to go well for me already. ☹️" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize round 2a\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStaying where he is, Blaize casts shield and keeps an eye and ear out for his opponent (and her familiar) as he hides.\n\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 29 ] <-- to identify spells or scrolls heard\n Hide - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\ndone\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U11\n\nbegin with scrolls of exp. retreat and mage armor in hand\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hour), shield (20 rounds)\n\nEdit was to adjust AC.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \nHawk reactive listen (1d20+4)[ 20 ] reactive spot (1d20+16)[ 34 ] \nMarge reactive listen (1d20)[ 12 ] reactive spot (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nWhat have we heard and seen so far last round and this?\n\nStatus:\nHawk F4 AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge C19 AC 15 HP 16/16 Spells: Exped Retreat[9]\n \n\nRef check please." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\nPosting to say I am still here. Let me know when it is my turn." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " Ref Bigmac: \n\nDisregard my comments about gp limit, it seems it has only been proposed and not offically adopted.\n\nTo move things along\n\nMarge:\n \n Spoiler \nYou've heard some spellcasting from the other side of the arena, but there is no sign of your opponent.\n \n\n\nBlaize\n \n Spoiler \nYou haven't seen or heard any sign of your opponent, and since he hasn't taken any actions yet this turn, I have no information for you reactives for this round. I'll update you if you hear / see anything before your next turn.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Thanks, Bigmac\n\n Marge Round 2b\n\n \n Spoiler \n the hawk flies to O16 (80') and hides. ms (1d20-2)[ -1 ] hide (1d20+6)[ 20 ] .\n\nDoes Marge see it point?\n \nNot done." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nMarge \n Spoiler \n No reaction from your familiar\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge Round 2c\n\n \n Spoiler \nMarge begins casting Enlarge Person.\n\nHawk O16 AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge C19 AC 15 HP 16/16 Spells: Exped Retreat[9]\n \nDone." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize round 3a\n\nfor refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nFrom Bigmac: I'll update you if you hear / see anything before your next turn\n\nanything?\n\nrolls were:\nSpot 22\nListen 20\nSpellcraft 29\n \n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U11\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (19 rounds)\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "for Blaize\n \n Spoiler \nNo sign of either of your opponenets, but you can barely make out the sounds of spellcasting, from the far side of the arena somewhere. Seems to be the spell enlarge person\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 3a\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nnot good...here goes:\n\nBlaize will move south from u11, passively looking for his opponent and her familiar Spot - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] . His final position will dictate if he sees Marge. He wishes to go to u16, but will round the corner at t17 and look from there. He moves as quietly as he can MoveSilent - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] (this includes the -5 penalty)\n\nIf he sees Marge from u16...Blaize will hide Hide - (1d20)[ 3 ] (this includes the -5 penalty).\n\nStandard Action to follow results.\n \n\n\nnot done\n\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: From U11 going south down U column\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (19 rounds)\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Blaize\n \n Spoiler \nYou see the Hawk in O16 as you enter U15\n \n\n\nStill Blaize's turn." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 3b\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlaize will still continue to u16...he needs to find Marge. If he cannot see Marge around the corner, he will end his move at t17.\n \n\n\nStill not done." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Blaize\n \n Spoiler \nWhen you get to U16 you see Marge in C19 still casting a spell\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 3c\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlaize will stop at u16,\n \n\nactivate his vermin necklace and sends the Large Spider into the fray. The spider appears 50' from his position, moves to D18/E18. It attacks and will also get an attack of opportunity since Marge is casting. I am not sure if she is flat footed, but I would guess so.\n\nBite #1 (1d20+4)[ 22 ] for damage - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] + Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR\nBite #2 (1d20+4)[ 21 ] for damage - (1d8+3)[ 5 ] + Fort DC 13 or 1d6\n\n(please see note below in stat block regarding BAB and 15 STR)\n[/spoiler]\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlaize then hides and watches from his position.\n\n Hide - (1d20)[ 6 ] \n \n\n\nDone, but ref will need to inform what happens. I want to make sure all in spoiler is legit.\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U16\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (19 rounds)\n\n\nSpider: 10 rounds\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb, tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n\nNote: (One quick question...with a base attack of +3 and a STR of 15...would the bite not be +5 to hit?)\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nBlaize move seems valid, except marge will not be flat footed. Also about the spider attack bonus you are forgetting about the size penalty.\n\n\n\nMarge sees that a huge monstrous spider appears, moves to D18/E18 and attacks her. The spider attacks and gets an AoO as Marge is casting, hitting AC 22 for 9 damage and AC 21 fo 5 damage. If Marge is still alive she would need to make a Fort save DC 13 for each hit or take 1d6 con damage and also would need to make a spot check." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I don't have the source on the Amber Amulet, but doesn't the spider emerge from the amulet? Is it able to cover the distance and attack this round? Also, I thought the spider was large instead of huge. Spiders generally do STR damage instead of CON. Confirm please?\n\nThe AoO isn't, since the spider wasn't there when she began casting.\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD, Combat, Actions in Combat, Full Round Actions, Cast a Spell \n You only provoke attacks of opportunity when you begin casting a spell, even though you might continue casting for at least one full round. \n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nThe spider does not get an AoO. As for everything else, I haven't a clue." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Darius, can you take the spider's attacks outside of the spoiler block so I can see if you used large or huge stats? Also, where exactly did the spider appear?" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "I'm away from my books while I travel, so no idea on where a summoned creature from the amber amulet would appear. Need that cleared up so that this can continue. If Darius can PM the appropreate information or just post a quote with a reference to the mechanics that could help clear this up.\n\nEdit: From some descriptions I've read in the FR wiki, it sounds like the amulet needs to be broken to summon the creature, and that the creature appears where the amulet is broken." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n I'm away from my books while I travel, so no idea on where a summoned creature from the amber amulet would appear. Need that cleared up so that this can continue. If Darius can PM the appropreate information or just post a quote with a reference to the mechanics that could help clear this up.\n\nEdit: From some descriptions I've read in the FR wiki, it sounds like the amulet needs to be broken to summon the creature, and that the creature appears where the amulet is broken. \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\nBreak it😦 ? If the description says that it works once a day why does it breaks?\n\nI assumed he could summon it away 50 feet because the description says that that it works like summon nature's ally and the spider amulet has a minimun caster level of 10(25feet + 5/2 levels) . I apologize if the spider does not get a AoO but I clearly remember this happening on at least other two matches here in the arena (character was casting a full round spell and someone get's close and recieves an AoO).\n\nAnd indeed it's str damage not con damage, my bad. And don't worry he used the attack values for a large spider(Attack: Bite +4 melee (damage 1d8+3 plus poison), he was just very lucky.\n\n\nto refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe only thing about Blaize action that I am notsure about is if he can hide again after using the item. Snipping requires a move action to hide again, but he is not using a ranged attack. I didn't worried about this as I though Marge was pretty much dead. So could he hide again like that? And would it require a move action?\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize for Maurov's request:\n\nSpoiler tags in 3c were removed to show Spider's action.\n\n\nSpider: 10 rounds\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb, tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n\nEdit: Bite #1 1d20+4 = 22 for 1d8+3 for 9 damage and DC 13 or 1d6 STR damage\n\nToo bad about Bite #2...or does that one carry over? 😁\n\n\nEdit#2: I think a Concentration Check is needed, too, right? 9 damage means DC 19 Concentration check or lose spell.\n\nEdit#3: Just to remind everyone, Blaize is done with round 3, then." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n Ref Morbius \n\nBreak it? If the description says that it works once a day why does it breaks?\n\nI assumed he could summon it away 50 feet because the description says that that it works like summon nature's ally \n \n\nIs there more than one source for this item? I went to Amazon and was able to browse p70 of the Magic of Faerun (3.5). Start here , click \"search inside\" above the picture, type \"amber amulet of vermin\" and click to view page 70.\n\n \n Originally Posted by Magic of Faerun (3.5) \n Amber Amulet of Vermin This amber nugget on a gold chain holds a normal-size vermin within its yellow depths. When broken, it releases the vermin, which instantly grows to enormous size (as noted below) as if you had cast giant vermin upon it. Each amulet works only once. \n \n\nSo from that source, it's based on gaint vermin , you do break it, and since the vermin is contained inside, it seems it should appear next to you. Blaize only has to use a standard action to activate it, though." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Page 68 of the Magic Item Compendium (all direct quotes of entire text except in [] which includes information from table:\n\nPrice (Item Level): See table [700 gold]\nBody Slot: Throat\nCaster Level: See table [listed at CL 10th]\nAura: See table; (DC varies) transmutation [listed as Moderate DC 20]\nActivation: Standard (command)\nWeight: -\n \nThis irregularly shaped piece of natural amber is fastened at the end of a long golden chain. Within the amber a tiny creature still seems to twitch. \n\nThis item summons a giant vermin that appears and obeys your commands for 1 minute (as if summoned by summon nature's ally ). At the end of this duration, the creature vanishes.\n\nEight varieties of the amber amulet of vermin exist (see the table for the details of each version). An amber amulet of vermin works once per day.\n \nPrerequisites: Craft Wondrous Item, giant vermin.\n Cost to Create: Varies\n\n__________________________________________________ ________\n\nNow, Morbius is correct when he said...\n\n I assumed he could summon it away 50 feet because the description says that that it works like summon nature's ally \n\nsince summon nature's ally has a range of 25' + 5'/2 lvls = 50'\n\nAlso, nothing says one needs to break it.\n\nEdit: In addition, if one were to contest that giant vermin spell should be used, the range on that spell is the same (25' + 5'/2 lvls = 50')\n\n\n\nResult:\nSo, 9 damage + Fort DC 13 or [roll=Poison]1d6[/roll] Strength drain\nand a DC 20 Concentration (I messed up on calculation of Concentration checks...should be 10+damage+lvl of spell) or lose spell" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nSince Darius bought the item as the MIC version, we'll have to base it around that. The spider could be summoned where it was and so could attack. Let's get this match moving again, unless there is some new problem." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Page 68 of the Magic Item Compendium \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\nYeah, that is the item version that I was talking about" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n GM Kyeudo \nLet's get this match moving again, unless there is some new problem. \n \n\n Blaize : 3d\n\n Spider attack \nMarge sees that a huge monstrous spider appears 30' away from her, it quickly moves to D18/E18 and attacks her. The spider bites Marge while casting, hitting AC 22 for 9 damage.\n\nResult:\n9 damage + Fort DC 13 or Poison - (1d6)[ 3 ] Strength drain\n\n...and a DC 20 Concentration or lose spell\n\n Done \n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U16\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (19 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 10 rounds\nCurrent Location: D18/E18\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb, tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "The MIC version is quite an item.\n\nFort Save (1d20+3)[ 8 ] : fail\nConcentration check (1d20+7)[ 22 ] : pass\n\n Marge Round 3\n\nDespite being bitten, Marge completes her spell and grows to a size similar to that of the spider. (Expand into B19-C20)\n\n \n Spoiler \nreactive sense checks\nHawk listen (1d20+4)[ 13 ] spot (1d20+16)[ 30 ] \nMarge listen (1d20)[ 11 ] spot (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n\nWe sense anything?\n\nStatus:\nHawk O16 AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge (B19-C20) AC 13 HP 7/16 Spells: Exped Retreat[8] Enlarge person[20] -3 STR damage (poison save required round 13)\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc: My turn? Just checking because you edited out the, \"not done\".\n\nAlso, I dusted off my old Magic of Faerun ...that book is not 3.5 as posted earlier by Maurkov, for the PrC in it had skills like Alchemy, Innuendo, and Scry (all from 3.0) and it was copyrighted in 2001 with the first printing of 3.5 being 2003. In addition, some of the spells and PrC have been altered or omitted entirely and are now part of Players Guide to Faerun and Spell Compendium , both 3.5 sources.\n\nJust thought you would want to know." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I don't have it, just echoing what I saw on Amazon. No, I'm not done." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n I don't have it, just echoing what I saw on Amazon. \n \n\nNot a problem...I just wanted to make sure that things were clear.\n\nEdit: Speaking of clarity...what is Marge holding?\n\nAlso, what is the official reach of her if she is using her long spear? 15'?" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Official reach?\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD, Equipment, Weapons, Weapon Categories, Melee and Ranged Weapons, Reach Weapons \n A typical Large character wielding a reach weapon of the appropriate size can attack a creature 15 or 20 feet away, but not adjacent creatures or creatures up to 10 feet away. \n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Marge\n \n Spoiler \n\nyour hawk points toward the eastern end of the rock formatin, and you heard some form of magic device activation from that direction just before the spider appeared, but you can't seem to spot Blaize yourself\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Official reach? \n \n\nRight...I was just checking to see what Marges 'actual reach' would be.\n\nThis... Originally Posted by SRD, Equipment, Weapons, Weapon Categories, Melee and Ranged Weapons, Reach Weapons \nA typical Large character wielding a reach weapon of the appropriate size can attack a creature 15 or 20 feet away, but not adjacent creatures or creatures up to 10 feet away.\n\n...doesn't tell me much specifically. So, is it 15 or 20? I figure 20, but I want to make sure.\n\nSRD said this, too:\nLarge or larger creatures using reach weapons can strike up to double their natural reach but can’t strike at their natural reach or less.\n\nSo, since 5' (Marge normal size) using reach (doubling) = 10' reach; that would make Large Marge (whose reach and weapon doubled to 10') have a 20' reach with her spear and 10' reach for grappling and armor spikes.\n\nI merely ask since I do not want to wade through all the previous combats Marge has done to find the answer. I would appreciate specific 15' or 20' with spear answer instead of the one quoted from the PH/SRD that is not specific.\n\nThanks\n\nEdit: Also, still waiting to find out what Marge is holding in her hands. I figure she can only have 1 thing max since she just cast a spell, but I can wait until you are done with your round since it may change." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n I merely ask since I do not want to wade through all the previous combats Marge has done to find the answer. I would appreciate specific 15' or 20' with spear answer instead of the one quoted from the PH/SRD that is not specific. \n \n\nI'll refer you to my stance that I shared with Arkol during his matches that the judges are here to try and enforce the rules and help sort out questions in interpretation. It is not their job to explain rule mechanics since that is part of what differentiates gladiators in the arena. If a rule question arises that can be answered by the SRD, then pointing out the place where the answer can be found should be sufficient. In the previous match with Arkol, the question was what was considered cover. I pointed out the place in the SRD where it explained how cover was determined. Even though he still had questions about weither his opponent had cover, he had the resources available to guide his actions.\n\nIn this case, I feel that the section quoted provides enough information to allow you to determine how reach for a large creature should be handled. Also, as you state, you can examine previous matches to help you. But it is up to you to find this information out. If Markov wants to tell you, that's up to him, but it is not required of him, or in my opnion of the judges." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I'll try to clarify. Where the SRD says \"15 or 20\", it means both. Large Marge's longspear threatens all squares 15' away and 20' away, but it doesn't threaten at 5' or 10'.\n\nShe holds a scroll. I realize I never explicitly dropped another scroll she was holding; I forgot about it after she cast from it. You are correct that she needed a free hand to cast.\n\n Marge Round 3b\n\n \n Spoiler \nAt Marge's mental command, the hawk springs into action. It flies O16->O17->P18->T18->U17 (40', still moving). If the hawk can perceive Blaize within 20', it completes its move to there and attacks. Otherwise it flies 10' north and then NW to land at L7 (115', double move).\n \n\nIf the hawk finds and attacks Blaize (a ref will have to tell us), does he jaunt? Not done." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n I'll refer you to my stance that I shared with Arkol during his matches that the judges are here to try and enforce the rules and help sort out questions in interpretation. It is not their job to explain rule mechanics since that is part of what differentiates gladiators in the arena. If a rule question arises that can be answered by the SRD, then pointing out the place where the answer can be found should be sufficient. In the previous match with Arkol, the question was what was considered cover. I pointed out the place in the SRD where it explained how cover was determined. Even though he still had questions about weither his opponent had cover, he had the resources available to guide his actions.\n\nIn this case, I feel that the section quoted provides enough information to allow you to determine how reach for a large creature should be handled. Also, as you state, you can examine previous matches to help you. But it is up to you to find this information out. If Markov wants to tell you, that's up to him, but it is not required of him, or in my opnion of the judges. \n \n\nooc: Wow...I am not sure where that came from, and I didn't appreciate the admonishment. I thought I asked nicely and didn't deserve this from a judge.\n\n@Maurkov - thank you for the response of both hands and threatened area. That is what I thought (as posted in the above), but thank you none-the-less.\n\nAs for your question - no jaunt if attacked by hawk." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Darius, I don't think you were being admonished. The philosophy Bigmac mentioned is one I've seen with regard to judging Magic: the Gathering. You can tell people the rules, but have to let them sort out the interactions, since that's a major place where player skill comes in.\n\nIn case the hawk finds you:\nattack (1d20+6)[ 10 ] damage (1d4-2)[ -1 ] " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Darius, sorry if it came off as an admonishment. I was just trying to explain that there's some quesions I feel refs can answer and some they can't or at least shouldn't. It's perfectly fine for the other player to answer if they want to (and I thought Markov would since you asked nicely) I just didn't want you to think I was ignoreing your question.\n\nThe hawk does spot Darius in U16 and attacks him there." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "No problem...all is well.\n\nI understand and, as I said, really appreciate the answers given. It saves me a lot of time, and this old dog is learning lots of new tricks in the process. Between Grawl and Marge, I am finding wonderful combos. I don't think I am as skilled at this as either Bigmac or Maurkov are, but I am trying.\n\nOne of the table-top DMs I play with is a huge combo freak that whips up challenges like those two that really school us players and humble us in the process.\n\nThe thing I like about these games is: a) the learning curve on how to make great (meaning combat oriented) characters, and b) the learning curve on the rules. I find it is making me a better player and GM. By the time I master these rules, 4.0 will be out 😛\n Blaize \n\nooc: 10 is a miss...the hawk is in u16 on the ground now, correct?\n\n\nEven though Bigmac listed my position, I don't think Marge would know where Blaize is, yet (but the hawk does) since the hawk cannot communicate this information empathically (and Marge doesn't speak familiar, yet). Since we are behind the cover of the wall, I think a Spot check is needed to locate the pair locked in combat.\n\nHere is what I figure: +9 for distance, +8 for tiny animal, +5 for distracted (has a big spider up in her grill) would equal a DC 22 to Spot; Blaize rolled a 6 on his Hide +9 distance, +6 hide, +5 distracted so DC 20 to Spot Blaize.\n\n+9 for distance, +5 for distracted, -10 battle for a DC 4 on Listen, right?\n\n(it is odd that one could be in a battle and not have the same penalty to Listen as the Listen check for a combat would provide. ::shrug:: )\n\nLet me know when it is my turn.\n\n\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U16 (6 on Hide roll)\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (19 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 10 rounds\nCurrent Location: D18/E18\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb, tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I don't think \"distracted\" applies unless you're under an effect that specifically mentions it, like a bard's fascination or a hypnotism spell. Marge knows where you are because the hawk is fighting (and not hiding), and has to enter your square to attack. The hawk flew far enough this turn to remain airborne.\n\n Marge Round 3c\n\nMarge attemps to evade the spider and heads north. (Tumble 5' to A18-B19) (1d20+3)[ 19 ] , (assuming she makes it or fails but survives the AoO), she breaks line of sight as she enters A10-B11\n\n \n Spoiler \nDrop the scroll in A10, draw the longspear while moving. Move to A8-B9 (55'), ready the longspear for a charge.\n\nStatus:\nHawk U16 AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge A8-B9 AC 13 HP 7/16 Expeditious Retreat[7] Enlarge Person[19] -3 STR damage\n \nDone." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Markov is correct. The hawk has to move into your square to attack and Marge can see U16 where the hawk is attacking something. Unless there's a random monster in the arena, Marge can deduce that Blaize is in U16 even if he can't see him." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\nooc: True the hawk is not hiding, but I did not add any extra to the Spot check for hiding for the hawk, the +8 is only because it is a tiny creature.\n\nIt says this in the SRD under Spot:\n\n\n Check: The Spot skill is used primarily to detect characters or creatures who are hiding. Typically, your Spot check is opposed by the Hide check of the creature trying not to be seen. Sometimes a creature isn’t intentionally hiding but is still difficult to see, so a successful Spot check is necessary to notice it. \n\nAlthough Blaize is not using the soft cover of the spider to Hide because you can't (nor is the bird), I would contend that it would be difficult to see around/over the spider and would require a Spot check because we are in a 'difficult to see' situation. I think soft cover like this would constitute that.\n\nI guess it is up to a Judge to rule on whether a Spot is needed or not...but since Marge ran away, the point is moot.\n\nThe funny thing is there is no \"distracted\" condition...there are only situations under Concentration skill mentioned. Weird.\n\n\nAt any rate...action:\n\nSince I don't know where Marge is, but I would guess the spider does...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spider gives chase and moves north up the D-line until it is 25' feet away and can still shoot it's web. It will fire its web at Marge:\n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n(BAB +3, +3 Dex, -1 Size, -4 Range = +1 Attack)\n\nIf successful:\nIf you hit, the target is entangled. An entangled creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run. The Spider controls the trailing rope by succeeding on an opposed Strength check while holding it, the entangled creature can move only within the limits that the web allows. If the entangled creature attempts to cast a spell, it must make a DC 15 Concentration check or be unable to cast the spell.\n\nAn entangled creature can escape with a DC 13 Escape Artist check (a full-round action). The web has 12 hit points and can be burst with a DC 17 Strength check (also a full-round action).\n\n\nQuestion: How high up are the pillars?\nEdit: Found it...15'.\n \n\n\nNot Done\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: U16 (6 on Hide roll)\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (18 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 9 rounds\nCurrent Location: D18/E18\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (7 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n \n\nEdit to fix Stat Block" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "I just realized something...I think Marge should have drawn an attack of opportunity from her Tumble movement.\n\n\n Marge attemps to evade the spider and heads north. (Tumble 5' to A18-B19) (1d20+3)[19], (assuming she makes it or fails but survives the AoO), she breaks line of sight as she enters A10-B11 \n\nSRD under Tumble:\n\n DC 15: Tumble at one-half speed as part of normal movement, provoking no attacks of opportunity while doing so. Failure means you provoke attacks of opportunity normally. Check separately for each opponent you move past, in the order in which you pass them (player’s choice of order in case of a tie). Each additional enemy after the first adds +2 to the Tumble DC. \n\nAnd further down it says:\n\n Accelerated Tumbling: You try to tumble past or through enemies more quickly than normal. By accepting a –10 penalty on your Tumble checks, you can move at your full speed instead of one-half your speed. \n\nIn order for Marge to have moved that far, she would have had to be doing some form of accelerated tumbling and would provoke the AoO.\n\nIf I am correct, do we just use the earlier AoO?" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I don't see the problem. Marge tumbled 5' (10' of movement) out of the threatened square, then walked the rest of the way." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "My point is half movement is different from double the movement cost like hindering terrain. So, Marge's 30' movement should be 15'." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "That's half speed, not half movement, but I can't find a quote that makes it clear you can both tumble and regular move as part of a single move action. Better get a ref while I look further.\n\nEdit: The best I can find is part you already quoted.\n---\nDC 15: Tumble at one-half speed as part of normal movement, provoking no attacks of opportunity while doing so.\n---\nI emphasized the parts that indicate it is not necessary to tumble for the entire distance moved." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Here: http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/er/20030221a on page 33 and 34 of D&D FAQ v.3.5 34 Update Version: 10/19/07\n\nFound this:\n Q: When a character tumbles (at half speed) during a\nmove action, does that mean he is moving at half speed for\nthe whole move, or just in the squares where tumbling?\n\n A: Although it’s easiest to apply the half-speed penalty to the\nentire move action, it’s not strictly necessary to do so .\n\nIf the player and DM can handle this additional level of\ncomplexity, it’s perfectly okay to rule that you pay an extra\nmovement cost only for each square that you use Tumble to\nexit without provoking an attack of opportunity (as well as for\neach square of an enemy’s space that you enter using Tumble).\nFor example, imagine Ember begins her turn 10 feet from\nan orc and wants to use Tumble to move through its space and\nend up 15 feet away on the opposite side.\n\n• Her first square of movement wouldn’t provoke\nattacks of opportunity (since she’s not leaving a\nthreatened square), so she doesn’t use Tumble or\nmove at half speed.\n\n• Her second and third squares of movement take her\nthrough the orc’s space, so these effectively cost\ntwice normal (that is, they each cost 1 extra square of\nmovement), and this movement requires a DC 25\nTumble check. (If you’re using this system, it’s much\neasier to think of tumbling as costing extra squares of\nmovement rather than actually changing your speed.)\nEmber has now paid a total of 5 squares of movement\n(out of the 8 allotted to her for her speed of 40 feet).\n\n• Assuming that check succeeds, Ember now moves\nfrom a threatened square (adjacent to the orc), which\nrequires a DC 15 Tumble check and costs twice\nnormal (or 1 extra square of movement). She’s now\npaid a total of 7 squares of movement.\n\n• Finally, Ember moves one last square, ending up 15\nfeet from the orc on the opposite side from where she\nbegan. She’s not leaving a threatened square, so she\ndoesn’t use Tumble or pay any extra movement.\nEmber has paid for 8 squares (40 feet) of movement,\nand has covered a linear distance of 5 squares (25\nfeet).\n\nLong story short...you are correct (and I learned something new, too), for I would bet that the judges would rule in your favor here since they hate me. 😁" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I'm pretty sure they hate us all.\n\nI don't mind revealing a bit of OOC information to keep this moving: Marge is between 35' and 60' from the spider. If it is going to make a charge attack, we could resolve that now." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Maurkov...FYI, you had this happen:\n\nCopying from spoiler...\n\n[The spider gives chase and moves north up the D-line until it is 25' feet away and can still shoot it's web. It will fire its web at Marge:\n\nRanged Touch Attack - (1d20+1)[4]\n(BAB +3, +3 Dex, -1 Size, -4 Range = +1 Attack)]\n\nObviously, the spider missed with its web. Since I don't know where you are, I don't know where to place the spider. Here is grenade effect of the missed web that now splats against floor and perhaps wall in this area. misdirection - (1d8)[ 3 ] \n\nEdit: It looks like it went wide left.\n\nSince the monster description says something to the effect that webs may be spun from 5'-60' square depending on the size of the spider, and there are 7 size categories, I would surmise that the splat could be large (at least large enough to get Marge).\n\n\nAlso, your hawk needs to make a Will save.\n\n Blaize \n\nAction:\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlaize takes a 5' step away from the menacing hawk to T15 and pulls out some colored sand from his spell pouch. He flings it at the hawk and incants the familiar words of magic.\n\nooc: cast color spray at hawk. Will Save DC 18.\n \n\n\nAlmost done\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T15 (6 on Hide roll)\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray , hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (18 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 9 rounds\nCurrent Location: was in D18/E18, but now is 25' away from Marge\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (7 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Now whose pet is acting more intelligently than is warranted? At least the familiar has an INT score. 😛\n\nI believe the net-like attack is different than the sheet of web (5-60' thing). The former is an attack and the latter can be constructed as a trap.\n\nHawk will save: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] . Did Blaize do anything to provoke an AoO?\n\nEdit: The RNG is pleased" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "The spider moves north past D/E 16 to\n\nMarkov & refs\n \n Spoiler \nD/E 13\n \n\n\nI agree that a weblike net attack does not warrent a projectile miss roll nor have a splash radius.\n\nStill Blaize's turn because he has stated he isn't finished." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Now whose pet is acting more intelligently than is warranted? At least the familiar has an INT score. 😛 \n \n\nUnder monstrous spider:\n\n Monstrous spiders come in two general types: hunters and web-spinners. Hunters rove about, while web-spinners usually attempt to trap prey . \n\nalso...\n\n Web-spinners often create sheets of sticky webbing from 5 to 60 feet square, depending on the size of the spider. They usually position these sheets to snare flying creatures but can also try to trap prey on the ground. \n\nSo there...🤢\n\nThe hunters get an extra 10' move (which was not used in initial attack). I think I would want to try and trap a big spikey thing with a long pokey thing, too - even if it wasn't in my nature. 😉\n\nAlso, no AoO.\n\nquestion for refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince Marge is large and has a 20' spear, is the spear visible over the pillars at all?\n\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I think you're missing the distinction between throwing a web and spinning a web. The former is an attack; the latter a trap (and a home)." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc: Too true.\n\ncouple more questions for refs:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhat sort of action would it be for the spider to spin its web? Since it can shoot them out, I don't think it should take too long.\n\nAlso, an unsettling thought crossed my mind while the board was down. I was wondering if Blaize's 25 Spot roll reveals anything odd about the hawk?\n \n\n\nNearly finished...waiting on answers." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Blaize\n \n Spoiler \nYou don't see a spear, despite being 20ft long, since you are next to a wall and it's hard to see over or around it. Not sure on the spinning a web trap thing, and no you don't see anything different about the hawk.\n \n\n\nStill waiting on blaize" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 4d\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n You don't see a spear, despite being 20ft long, since you are next to a wall and it's hard to see over or around it. Not sure on the spinning a web trap thing, and no you don't see anything different about the hawk. \n \n\nWhew on the hawk...Marge must have put the drow poison on her spear, then. For a minute there I thought she put it on her familiar's talons. Since the familiar does piercing damage, I am not too worried about it anyway, and on top of that the bird most likely would have wiped off the poison when it landed. Because of this, Blaize will not jaunt from the hawk's attack.\n\nAs for Blaize's location, it looks to me that, yes t15 is next to the pillar/wall - but Blaize is not trying to look in that direction for Marge, for he saw Marge move north and disappear from this part of Marge's post:\n\n\n Marge attemps to evade the spider and heads north. (Tumble 5' to A18-B19) Hide - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] , (assuming she makes it or fails but survives the AoO), she breaks line of sight as she enters A10-B11 \n\nSo, the wall Blaize is looking for the spear is the g9-g12 wall (not the one next to him).\n\n\nAt any rate, on to the action:\n\nBlaize will use the cover on the other side of the arena to Hide - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] from his opponent (Marge) and Listen - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] to the combat between his opponent and the spider reactively. ( Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 21 ] to identify any spells if needed) He draws his dagger (move action) and readies himself for another hawk attack.\n \n\n\ndone\n\n\nEdit: to fix Stat Block\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T15 with scroll (exp. retreat) and dagger in hands\n\nSpot: 25\nListen: 10\nHide: 25\nSpellcraft: 21\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray , hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (18 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 9 rounds\nCurrent Location: was in D18/E18, but now is 25' away from Marge\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (7 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge Round 4\n\n \n Spoiler \nreactive sense checks\nMarge: Spot (1d20+3)[ 14 ] listen (1d20)[ 3 ] \nHawk: spot (1d20+16)[ 36 ] listen (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nThe hawk is going to chase down Blaize and make a lot of noise doing it. If Blaize hit him with a spell to force last round's will save, that should limit his move to 60', and mean his in range for the attack. The hawk will charge if possible. attack (1d20+6)[ 23 ] (+2 if charging) damage (1d4-2)[ 2 ] . A ref will need to inform Darius. If it hits, please inform him that talons do piercing and slashing, so his DR doesn't apply, and that he needs to make a DC13 FORT save for the poison. Please let me know how the hawk emotes-- I'd anticipate joy if Blaize succumbs, confusion of the hawk can't find him, frustration if it misses again, and disappointment if the venom doesn't take him.\n\nStatus:\nHawk U16->??? AC 17(15 if charging) HP 8/8\nMarge A8-B9 AC 13 HP 7/16 Expeditious Retreat[6] Enlarge Person[18] -3 STR damage\n \n not done." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Referee Stimpius \n\nTo Blaize\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe hawk attacks you, hitting AC 23 causing 2 points of damange. It does Piercing and Slashing damage so your DR does not apply. You also need to make a DC13 Fortitude save, after the hawk hit you.\n \n\n\nMarge - wait for Blaize to resolve this please before carrying on with the rest of your go." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Woah...hold the phone...\n\nI am posting this outside of spoilers so Maurkov can state his case, too.\n\nBlaize had rolled a 25 Spot (which can tell one where invisible creatures are) and was standing next to the hawk, so no penalties there. I had even asked if there was anything unusual about the hawk and was told no. Therefore, I deduced that there was no poison on the hawk's talons. I believe that information was withheld from me and should have been told to me if it were true.\n\nSecondly, the DMG on page 296 says, \"A poisoned weapon or object retains its venom until the weapon scores a hit or the object is touched (unless the poison is wiped off before a target comes in contact with it). Any poison smeared on an object or exposed to the elements in any way [like an opened vial] remains potent until it is touched or used.\"\n\nSince I am certain that the hawk had to be on the ground at some time prior to this, the poison would have been rubbed off due to the touch effect from the DMG (otherwise, one would apply poison and put a blade in a sheath - but this wouldn't work, for the sheath would wipe off the poison).\n\nThird, in our previous match, I did not subtract any of the hawk damage and was not corrected because of the DR1/slash or bludgeon of shirt. Where is official ruling on talons equal to P/S weapons? Looking up magic items of claws they are Piercing weapons.\n\nI am stating this case before any saving throw rolls are made." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "We'll have to get a ref to adjudicate Blaize noticing the poison. I don't see rules for it in the SRD, though the DMG might have something. I recall 2nd edition gave some percentage.\n\nThe \"or touched\" is referring to contact poison.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD, Monsters, Types, Subtypes, and Special Abilities, Natural Weapons \n Claw or Talon: The creature rips with a sharp appendage, dealing piercing and slashing damage. \n \n\n You applied the damage inside spoilers, so I didn't notice until after the match, and I wasn't going to whine about it then." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nAfter having looked through the SRD, DMG, and PHB (gotta love acronyms) I find no check mentioned for being able to spot a poisoned weapon or item. I do however see a divination spell that does this, and must go with that. Besides, noticing poison on talons is far beyond the power of a passive spot (which is used to notice presence of hiding creatures and the like). I also see no reason to reason poison is readily visible.\n\nTalons are indeed slashing AND piercing, as noted prior.\n\nUnder poison in the SRD it mentions touched as an ACTIVE verb, ie contact poison.\n\nI'm not against you Darius, but this is how I will rule. If you feel the need to go above my head, feel free. Besides BigMac, there is Jacob and then Chili, Bitz, and Kyeudo.\n\nAs it stands, Blaize needs a fortitude save vs. poison." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n High Ref Bronz \n After having looked through the SRD, DMG, and PHB (gotta love acronyms) I find no check mentioned for being able to spot a poisoned weapon or item. I do however see a divination spell that does this, and must go with that. Besides, noticing poison on talons is far beyond the power of a passive spot (which is used to notice presence of hiding creatures and the like). I also see no reason to reason poison is readily visible.\n\nUnder poison in the SRD it mentions touched as an ACTIVE verb, ie contact poison.\n\nI'm not against you Darius, but this is how I will rule. If you feel the need to go above my head, feel free. Besides BigMac, there is Jacob and then Chili, Bitz, and Kyeudo. \n \n\nYes, there are spells like detect secret doors, too - but an elf (like Blaize) has such keen senses that being within a close proximity, he is allowed to spot such things.\n\nI would like someone above, then I guess." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Yes, there are spells like detect secret doors, too - but an elf (like Blaize) has such keen senses that being within a close proximity, he is allowed to spot such things.\n\nI would like someone above, then I guess. \n \n\nJust as a quick counterpoint, elves have a VERY specific ability to do that. They have no such ability when it comes to poison.\n\nYou'll have to PM someone or mention for a High Court ref or higher in the Waiting Room to have someone come check this out for you." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "But the big part was I specifically asked if there was anything up with the hawk...I went on to say,\n\n\n \"Whew on the hawk...Marge must have put the drow poison on her spear, then. For a minute there I thought she put it on her familiar's talons.\" \n\nThis would imply that I was looking at the talons rather specifically (or actively) in my humble opinion. I believe that a 25 Spot would qualify that as a success, for it would even notice the presence of an invisible creature (and there is see invisibility )." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n But the big part was I specifically asked if there was anything up with the hawk...I went on to say,\n\n\n\nThis would imply that I was looking at the talons rather specifically (or actively) in my humble opinion. I believe that a 25 Spot would qualify that as a success, for it would even notice the presence of an invisible creature (and there is see invisibility ). \n \n\nYou would notice the presence of an invisible creature, not it's square. Also, again, passive spots are for seeing creatures etc. You would need an active spot (otherwise known as a move action spent) to notice something other than that. Even so, I don't believe poison on a weapon or talons is noticeable." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n You would notice the presence of an invisible creature, not it's square. Also, again, passive spots are for seeing creatures etc. You would need an active spot (otherwise known as a move action spent) to notice something other than that. Even so, I don't believe poison on a weapon or talons is noticeable. \n \n\nNot true...\n\nUnder Spot:\n Action: Varies. Every time you have a chance to spot something in a reactive manner you can make a Spot check without using an action. Trying to spot something you failed to see previously is a move action.\n\nIn this case, since the poison is NOT invisible, Blaize (who asked about the hawk) should have been given the information that talons had something on them." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Not true...\n\nUnder Spot:\n Action: Varies. Every time you have a chance to spot something in a reactive manner you can make a Spot check without using an action. Trying to spot something you failed to see previously is a move action. \n \n\nI bolded the word you need to pay attention to. Using spot actively is a move action." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "I guess the big part of why I am questioning what is going on here is that Blaize specifically said he was looking at the hawk for anything odd. Blaize took only a 5' step, cast his spell, was looking specifically for poison (as implied by my response), and he had no range penalties on the hawk. He had to have seen something.\n\nAfter I was given the,\"no you don't see anything different about the hawk\" response from Bigmac, I even said the whew - no poison part. In that response, I specifically mentioned that I was looking for poison on the hawk - if an active spot would have been needed to do so, it should have been told to me at that time before the rest of my actions or the hawk attack was resolved." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Ok, one last response for me, as we are just talking in circles.\n\nWhat I can say is 2 things:\n1) your spot was reactive in nature. this doesn't give any kind of additional information\n2) IF you spent an action on your spot, it was to try and see a spear over the rocks, NOT aimed at the hawk. The hawk was something comepletely different, and would therefore require another spot check on a seperate action.\n\nAssuming you can actually SEE poison on a weapon or something else (I don't agree with that), you weren't actually looking at it until AFTER you were looking at something else.\n\nBut like I said, that's it for me on the issue. One of us is wrong. If it's me, I apologize, I've been wrong before and will be again. But at this point arguing about it is pointless. Jacob or Kyeudo will rule and that'll be that." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "I also just realized another situation, I don't think the bird could get to Blaize, either - for it has to fly 5' before it makes a 45 degree turn or drop -5' to make the turn - this would cause the bird to crash and need to get back up which would be 2 movement actions, right?\n\nI had previously asked if the bird was in the air or on the ground - I was told, in the air still because of enough forward movement. The hawk cannot turn on a dime like that." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I suspect it has plenty of move to loop around and reach your current position. It's last move was northward, so with 45' of move it could go U16->V15->W15->X16->X17->W18->V18->U17, and have 15' left to reach you. If you went to V16, it takes extra northward squares before the loop, and can still reach you.\n\nSo that I understand, the question for the high ref is whether a 25 is enough to reactively spot poison (on a light weapon, of a tiny creature, in flight)? You weren't actively spotting or you would have needed to roll a second check." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Ah, that makes sense, then - wasn't sure if I got dive bombed from the pillar. I wasn't told from where the hawk came from, so I had no idea its flight path.\n\nAs for this:\n So that I understand, the question for the high ref is whether a 25 is enough to reactively spot poison (on a light weapon, of a tiny creature, in flight)? You weren't actively spotting or you would have needed to roll a second check. \n\nYes, I am wondering that very thing. Light weapon has no relevance by the way, for it is a natural weapon. Plus the tiny creature was right in my face since it had to enter my square. Blaize had seen your hawk perched at o16, and it attacked me the round prior. I would think that after this attack, Blaize's reactive Spot check would be one that would fall eactly under the confines of the definition of 'reaction' on page 312 of the PH:\n\n\n Acting in response to a situation or circumstance beyond one's control. For example, the DM may call for a Listen check as a reaction to see if you hear something you weren't specifically trying to hear. \n\nBoy, that sounds like one could change 'Listen' with 'Spot' and 'hear' with 'see'...especially when the poison isn't invisible.\n\nFinally, it was stated that I was specifically looking for poison in my reactive post (as that was my worry).\n\n\n\nThis brings me to another situation...\n\nSince we are on the topic of weapons, I would hope that it was Marge who put the poison on the talons and not some other method. Since Blaize rolled a 20 on his Listen, and he didn't hear any casting on the other side of the arena (even at -10, he would have heard casting), I am assuming that Marge put the poison on the claws. Applying poison take more than dropping a vial, it breaking, and then having a familiar walk in it. If that is the case, then it better wipe off when the thing lands - especially when RAW says,\n\n\"One dose of poison smeared on a weapon or some other object affects just a single target. A poisoned weapon or object retains its venom until the weapon scores a hit or the object is touched (unless the poison is wiped off before a target comes in contact with it). Any poison smeared on an object or exposed to the elements in any way remains potent until it is touched or used.\"\n\nit also goes onto say under Perils of Using Poison \n\n\" A character has a 5% chance of exposing himself to a poison whenever he applies it to a weapon or otherwise readies it for use. Additionally, a character who rolls a natural 1 on an attack roll with a poisoned weapon must make a DC 15 Reflex save or accidentally poison himself with the weapon.\"\n\n\nSince Blaize heard nothing, I am going to assume that Marge was the one who smeared the poison on (most likely in round 1), and she made the 5% roll to not poison herself in the prossess. If a ref could check on that, it would be appreciated.\n\nHowever, if it was the familiar that did the poison application, I would have to ask that situation be properly handled. I realize that in the definition of character that creature may be synonymously used, but in the realm of the context of poison application, I do not think that this could be done within the realm of the tourney:\n\nIn between rounds RAW:\n\n Animal Companions, Familiars, riding animals, and any similar pets may be switched in-between matches, with the usual costs and penalties. Animal Companions and Riding Animals are always fully trained in any tricks the owner wishes, provided he has ranks in Handle Animal equal to the DC of teaching the trick - 20. \n\nMarge has no ranks in Handle Animal, so a \"Applied Poison\" Trick (which there isn't one) is not an option.\n\nUnder Handle Animal:\n\"Untrained: If you have no ranks in Handle Animal, you can use a Charisma check to handle and push domestic animals, but you can’t teach , rear, or train animals . A druid or ranger with no ranks in Handle Animal can use a Charisma check to handle and push her animal companion, but she can’t teach, rear, or train other nondomestic animals.\"\n\nI am simply stating all situations, for looking through our last match, Marge had trained the bird to emote pleasure or danger. Since he has no ranks in animal handling, and has no manner to communicate with it, this should not have happened.\n\nSo, that leads me to wonder if there are a number of things that Marge has taught her familiar that got 'under the radar', and if they have happened in this match (much like the accelerated enlarge person in earlier matches)." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Yes, the familiar applied the poison. I was considering giving the poison to it on a sponge, but figured a soft clay vial was sufficient. Yes, I rolled the self-poisoning check.\n\nI don't believe it is necessary to use HA to instruct a magical beast that understands common and has a reasonable INT score. The familiar understands common because languages are skills, familiars have all the skill ranks possessed by their masters, and Marge speaks it. The sentence you highlighted does not mention nor does it apply to familiars.\n\nBronz has already concurred with me (#68) that the \"or touched\" is with regard to contact poisons. Poisons are potent until someone is forced to make a save or they get wiped off. Landing isn't sufficient any more than setting down a weapon would be.\n\nSo, we're still wondering if the poison could be noticed, and whether a 25 was sufficient. Bronz has also ruled on this. If you can't summon a higher ref to overturn, we should proceed with the rulings provided." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "::Darius throws a second red flag onto the field::\n\nIn addition, now that I have found out that the poison was applied by the familiar and not Marge, I would like to also ask if that is legal. I do not agree that a hawk can 'smear' poison on its talons (or apply it properly) - especially if the 'or touched' part of losing poison is not valid when the DMG says it is.\n\n\n The sentence you highlighted does not mention nor does it apply to familiars. \n\nSo, since there is a RAW for one group of creatures, it should be disregarded? If that is the case, just because there are rules that specify spells or specific skills they should be disregarded, too. (namely detect poison spell, detect secret doors spell, and Spot skill)\n\n\n Bronz has already concurred with me (#68) that the \"or touched\" is with regard to contact poisons. Poisons are potent until someone is forced to make a save or they get wiped off. Landing isn't sufficient any more than setting down a weapon would be. \n\nMy DMG doesn't say that underlined part...it says 'touched' instead." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Wake me up when you get tired of arguing or find a ref that agrees with you." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Wake me up when you get tired of arguing or find a ref that agrees with you. \n \n\nWill do. I am putting in a second call for the other refs who seem to have remained silent." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLet's see, where to start.\n\nGuess I'll start where I can and hope I don't miss anything.\n\nFirst, just because an object is poisoned doesn't mean the poison is notable. Unless we are talking about a poison that is given as some noticable color, the only difference between a poisoned object and the regular object is the poisoned object looks slightly grimy, if that. No amount of spotting will let you tell the difference between a diving hawk and a diving hawk that might have dirty talons.\n\nSecond, a familiar is not an Animal and so Handle Animal's limitations do not apply. A familiar is a sentient, intelligent (at least as intelligent as your average half-orc, sometimes smarter) creature with which a wizard has an empathic bond. So far, we've been treating familiars as capable of following somewhat complex instructions to simplify things for the refs and I see no reason to change this now. The familiar is deemed capable of applying the poison.\n\nThird, I am upholding the previous ruling that \"or touched\" refers to contact poisons.\n\nNow, I have 2 questions for you:\nWhat poison are we talking about here? I may amend one or more of my rulings based on the answer, but that is unlikely.\nand Are there any other questions?" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "The poison in question is ordinary Drow poison\t(Injury DC 13 Unconsciousness/Unconsciousness for 2d4 hours, 75gp). I have no other questions." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n GM Kyeudo \n\nNo amount of spotting will let you tell the difference between a diving hawk and a diving hawk that might have dirty talons. \n \n\nWow - really? I can locate an invisible creature, but I can't see goo on talons?\n\n\nThe second part would then be, is there a circumstance bonus for such a small amount of poison or improper application from soft clay vial since the tininess has prevented Blaize from seeing it or poisononing one's own talons is nearly impossible unless one stands in it.\n\nI don't understand how a soft clay vial would allow one to properly put poison on if one didn't drop a standard glass vial and have the familiar walk through it. As an artist, I have worked with clay many many times. If one were to squish the clay or poke a talon through, it would most likely wipe off or compromise the poison." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Darius, THE head ref has ruled against you. You're welcome to think of this as your own personal Plessy v. Ferguson, but it's time to move on." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n GM Kyeudo \nNow, I have 2 questions for you:\nWhat poison are we talking about here? I may amend one or more of my rulings based on the answer , but that is unlikely.\nand Are there any other questions? \n \n\nJust waiting on this...\n\nEdit to add:\n\nIf I recall, Plessy v. Ferguson was overturned by Brown v. Board of Education 😉" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n \n Spoiler \n\nSince Maurkov wants to move on, I will do so. I still do not agree with the ruling, but I wanted to voice my disagreement with the ruling prior to any results of the saving throw.\n\n FortSave - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 4d.5\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI forgot AoO vs. Hawk...\n\n AoO - (1d20-2)[ 0 ] \n damage - (1d4-1)[ 2 ] if hit\n\n\nAlso, I want to make sure I understand this correctly, now since a successful attack has been made, the poison is gone and a second save is unneeded by Blaize, right?\n \n\n\nooc: Please continue with your action, Maurkov...I do not think Marge would know the results of the save.\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T15 with scroll (exp. retreat) and dagger in hands\n\nSpot: 25\nListen: 10\nHide: 25\nSpellcraft: 21\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray , hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n6/8 HP, AC 21\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (18 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 9 rounds\nCurrent Location: was in D18/E18, but now is 25' away from Marge\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (7 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Darius\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou saved the for the initial damage this time. In 10 rounds, you still need to save for secondary damage.\n \n\n\nJust communication." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Indeed, but that was a small consolation to Homer Plessy.\n\n Marge round 4b\n \n Spoiler \nWhat empathic signal does Marge receive from the hawk?\n \nNot done." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nTo Marge\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYour hawk emites a feeling of disapointment.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge round 4c\n \n Spoiler \nReady an action:If the spider does anything except move south, 5' step to B9-C10 and attack. That should give her two attacks; the readied action and then the AoO as the spider moves forward or tries again with the web attack.\n\nReadied attack (1d20+3)[ 4 ] damage (2d6+3)[ 10 ] \nAoO attack (1d20+3)[ 22 ] damage (2d6+3)[ 9 ] \n\nStatus\nHawk position unknown AC 17 HP 8/8\nMarge A8-B9 (readied to move to B9-C10) AC 13 HP 7/16 Expeditious Retreat[6] Enlarge Person[18] -3 STR damage\n \nDone." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Wow - really? I can locate an invisible creature, but I can't see goo on talons?\n\n\nThe second part would then be, is there a circumstance bonus for such a small amount of poison or improper application from soft clay vial since the tininess has prevented Blaize from seeing it or poisononing one's own talons is nearly impossible unless one stands in it.\n\nI don't understand how a soft clay vial would allow one to properly put poison on if one didn't drop a standard glass vial and have the familiar walk through it. As an artist, I have worked with clay many many times. If one were to squish the clay or poke a talon through, it would most likely wipe off or compromise the poison. \n \n\nYou can locate an invisible creature and tell its invisible. You can't spot dirty talons and immediately tell that the talons were poisoned rather than just dipped in stagnant pond water, unless you are under the influence of the Hypercognition power.\n\nAs for the application of poison, I have been unable to find a reference to applying poison that mentions requiring hands, let alone the actual method of application." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Question, who is controlling the spider? Since it is summoned, I assume Darius would, but since Blaize doesn't have LoS to that area is makes it a bit tricky. I guess he can just give conditional actions based on what it would do in response to any of Marge's actions?\n\nStill Blaize's turn." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n I guess he can just give conditional actions based on what it would do in response to any of Marge's actions? \n \n\nThat's how I've been running the hawk." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n GM Kyeudo \nYou can locate an invisible creature and tell its invisible. You can't spot dirty talons and immediately tell that the talons were poisoned rather than just dipped in stagnant pond water, unless you are under the influence of the Hypercognition power.\n\nAs for the application of poison, I have been unable to find a reference to applying poison that mentions requiring hands, let alone the actual method of application. \n \n\n\nNot that it matters, but a successful Spot check would allow Blaize to draw his own conclusion based off of what he sees. Whether he chooses to act upon it should be his choice. I'll bet one could assume that since there is no stagnant pond water on the map, and none was taken or purchased by my opponent, that either an illusion was there (unlikely since Blaize's opponent is engaged with the spider) or something is up with those talons.\n\nSpot allows one to notice such minor differences like seeing the tiny tricks one can do with Sleight of Hand or the like, too. That was why I was pretty amazed that a high Spot roll didn't alert Blaize to any of this.\n\n\nAs for poison application, it is pretty clearly stated as, \"smeared\" on a weapon. Not dipped, not touched, not immersed, but \"smeared\".\n\n\nAs for the spider, I am running it based off of this:\n \n Spoiler \n\nFrom spider section:\n\nAll monstrous spiders are aggressive predators that use their poisonous bites to subdue or kill prey.\n\nMonstrous spiders come in two general types: hunters and web-spinners. Hunters rove about, while web-spinners usually attempt to trap prey .\n\nand...\n\nSummon Nature's Ally\n\nThis spell summons a natural creature. It appears where you designate and acts immediately, on your turn. It attacks your opponents to the best of its ability .\n \n\n\n\nAlso, still waiting on this question from ref:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHow long does it take/what type of action is it for a spider to spin its web?\n \n\n\nWill post up when get the response." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\ncouple more questions for refs:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCould Blaize see/hear anything prior to his action? Namely, can he tell where the spider is from his current position? Last round's 25 Spot revealed nothing to Blaize about Marge, but I want to make sure that Blaize can't see the spider, either before posting actions. We got a little sidetracked on the Poison spotting is why I asked.\n\nA couple of things:\n1) Spider (and Marge) are Large, so they are easier to Spot...+4, I believe\n2) Max range penalty is -10 (that would be against the wall using the hypotenuse of the triangle), but I doubt it would be there\n3) Spider was last seen heading North along the \"D-Line\", so I would assume it is still there.\n4) Spider was last seen in post #58 doing this: \"The spider moves north past D/E 16 to\"\n\nFrom his current location at the start of the round, the 25 Spot should reveal the entire 15 row, the entire 14 row, the entire 13 row freely (no hide), the entire 12 row, A11, B11, and C11, and a bunch of squares North of there (G column 1-8, F column 1-8, E column 1-7, D column 1-7, C column 1-6, B column 1-6, and A column 1-5).\n\nEven with a huge Hide roll, Blaize should have seen Marge in one of those squares. Therefore, the spider has to be in view of Blaize somewhere if it is keeping out of Marge's reach (25') since there is only a small window a large creature could be in.\n\nIt is important to know for Blaize's action this round.\n \n\n Stat Block for round 5\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T15 with scroll (exp. retreat) and dagger in hands\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray , hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n6/8 HP, AC 21\nNote: hit by drow spider poison...new save needed in 10 rounds\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (17 rounds)\n\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 8 rounds\nCurrent Location: was in D18/E18, but now is 25' away from Marge\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (7 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc: Even though I haven't gotten answers from yesterday's questions, I am going to post the Spider's actions.\n\n\n Spider Action \nSince the spider will most likely keep away as best it can from Marge's reach and shoot another web at her...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI want to remind you that Marge is Large, so -1 Size AC, has had -2 to DEX for size change (another -1 AC) for -2 AC (making my calculation of Marge's AC 13; Touch AC 10).\n \n\n\nRanged touch web shot: (BAB +3, +3 Dex, -1 Size, -4 Range = +1 Attack)\n WebSlinging - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n\nSpider is not done (depends on roll)\n\nEdit: Wow, a crit on a net...will wonders ever cease? No need to confirm, but Marge is now entangled.\n\n(If you hit, the target is entangled. An entangled creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run.)\n\nI would guess that the end of the action the spider would be to move in, so Marge will most likely get an attack of opportunity, but remember the -2 to attack.\n\nUnless the spider is dead, I would think the spider would want to be right next to Marge so it can get all bitey-fighty, but I do not know where to put it.\n\n\nEdit #2:\n Spider Stats: \nLarge Monstrous Spider: 8 rounds\nCurrent Location: next to Marge\n\n22 HP\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (6 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize \n\nStill waiting on above questions...\n \n Spoiler \n\nI wanted to know where spider was before it moved in to attack, since I am positive that Blaize would have to had seen where it was with his Spot.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n Also, still waiting on this question from ref:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHow long does it take/what type of action is it for a spider to spin its web?\n \n\n\nWill post up when get the response. \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\nDarius, answer for one of your questions\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf you find a time rule for that feel free to use it, if no we will be entering house rules and we avoid that as much as we can, also if we were to consider that possibility and if I remember correctly a spider takes a matter of hours to spin it's web as a large enough net to use it as a effective trap\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "@Morbius:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat is what I figured, too. I just wanted to make sure the spider was doing what it should, so trapping with its webslinging would be the best method, I would assume.\n \n\n\n@other refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nStill need to know if Blaize had seen the location of the spider from his position at t15. I realize the spider moved this round, but my question was from last round and the Spot was 25 for that round.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "@refs \n Spoiler \nSince the spider did as expected, Marge is now at B9C10. I believe she missed the first shot and hit the second. My question about the net-like attack is whether Marge is now tethered to the spider, and if so, is it a 50' or a 20' tether? Where does the spider end its turn?\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "I am posting here because I am waiting on a question regarding whether or not the spider was seen last round (with my 25 Spot). Given my current location, I figured Blaize would have seen it last round, but that information was not given to me. I wanted to let you know I am still around." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "For refs regarding Spot check/LoS:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\ncutting and pasting from question that was not answered:\n\nThe key is dealing with post 58's location of the spider...I realize that the spider moved from its position this round, but I am asking about if Blaize saw it last round from t15. (If you look at post 58, you should be able to tell, I think)\n\nCould Blaize see/hear anything prior to his action? Namely, can he tell where the spider is from his current position? Last round's 25 Spot revealed nothing to Blaize about Marge, but I want to make sure that Blaize can't see the spider, either before posting actions. We got a little sidetracked on the Poison spotting is why I asked.\n\nA couple of things:\n1) Spider (and Marge) are Large, so they are easier to Spot...+4, I believe\n2) Max range penalty is -10 (that would be against the wall using the hypotenuse of the triangle), but I doubt it would be there\n3) Spider was last seen heading North along the \"D-Line\", so I would assume it is still there.\n4) Spider was last seen in post #58 doing this: \"The spider moves north past D/E 16 to\"\n\nFrom his current location at the start of the round, the 25 Spot should reveal the entire 15 row, the entire 14 row, the entire 13 row freely (no hide), the entire 12 row, A11, B11, and C11, and a bunch of squares North of there (G column 1-8, F column 1-8, E column 1-7, D column 1-7, C column 1-6, B column 1-6, and A column 1-5).\n\nEven with a huge Hide roll, Blaize should have seen Marge in one of those squares. Therefore, the spider has to be in view of Blaize somewhere if it is keeping out of Marge's reach (25') since there is only a small window a large creature could be in.\n\nIt is important to know for Blaize's action this round.\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "This is strange...it seems that we are in a state of limbo and the judges are not answering my 3rd LoS call.\n\nMaurkov, since you know where the spider was last turn, perhaps you can help me out...\n\nI am going to reveal Blaize's position just to get things going. Last round, Blaize moved to t15. (That was the spot where Blaize got hit by Marge's hawk). Blaize made a Spot roll of 25. From t15, could he see the spider before before the spider webbed Marge and moved in?\n\nSpider was last seen in post #58 doing this: \"The spider moves north past D/E 16 to\"\n\nFrom his current location at the start of the round, the 25 Spot should reveal the entire 15 row, the entire 14 row, the entire 13 row freely (no hide), the entire 12 row, A11, B11, and C11, and a bunch of squares North of there (G column 1-8, F column 1-8, E column 1-7, D column 1-7, C column 1-6, B column 1-6, and A column 1-5).\n\nIf you could tell me where it was from Blaize's vantage point before it moved in, I could get his action underway." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "T15 from U16? I've got to stop thinking that the altitude lines mean anything. From there you would have seen a the spider in D13-E14. As it prepared to fire another web it was attacked (missed) and attacked again (hit). It fired the a web, then scuttled forward to D11-E12.\n\nThat's not official; I'm going off the actions you described for the spider." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc: Wow...two attacks? I am going to guess readied an action...well played. At any rate, thanks for the information, Maurkov - now we can get on with the action 😁\n Blaize Round 5a\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5' step (no action) to t14, drop dagger (free), command the power of his arcanist's gloves to raise a 1st level spell up to 4th level when cast this round(swift), and begin casting hail of stone (full round).\n\nJust a reminder about the spider...spider has entangled Marge, and moved in to right next to her. The underlined section below indicates something that I would think the spider would do now that it has her trapped.\n\nAn entangled creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run. If you control the trailing rope by succeeding on an opposed Strength check while holding it, the entangled creature can move only within the limits that the rope allows . If the entangled creature attempts to cast a spell, it must make a DC 15 Concentration check or be unable to cast the spell.\n\n Also, I would assume it would 'reel' in its web when it came closer to her, so Marge wouldn't be able to get beyond that 'next to' limit. I am not sure if Marge would see that or not - so I will let a judge decide.\n\nAltered to reflect Large Spider statistical information:\nAn entangled creature can escape with a DC 13 Escape Artist check (a full-round action). The web has 12 hit points and can be burst with a DC 17 Strength check (also a full-round action).\n \n\n\nDone...no attack of opportunity, either.\n\n \nStat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T14 with scroll (exp. retreat) in hand (other hand free for casting)\ndagger dropped in T14\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n6/8 HP, AC 21\nNote: hit by drow spider poison...new save needed in 10 rounds\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (17 rounds)\n1 more use of arcanist's gloves\n\n\nAlso, the spider was apparently hit, but this is the stats for it:\n\nSpider Stats:\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 8 rounds\nCurrent Location: last seen D11/E12\n\n22 HP (minus whatever the damage that was done)\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (6 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nMaurkov\n \n Spoiler \n I am not sure of where you are :P but as the spider approaches you it reels its web to avoid you from moving away\nand just a reminder that you are entangled and take a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run and must make a DC 15 Concentration check to be able to cast a spell. You can escape the web by a DC 13 Escape Artist or DC 17 str check\nBoth are standard actions bwt.\n \n\n\nDarius\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are quoting a net, escaping a web is a standard action\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Maurkov, Morbius, and other M's\n \n Spoiler \n\nActually, in order for the spider to prevent movement, and opposed strength check is needed by both, otherwise the \"rope limit\" effect is null and void.\n\nThis is a reactive roll and therefore requires no action.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n High Ref Bronz \n\n@Maurkov, Morbius, and other M's\n \n Spoiler \n\nActually, in order for the spider to prevent movement, and opposed strength check is needed by both, otherwise the \"rope limit\" effect is null and void.\n\nThis is a reactive roll and therefore requires no action.\n \n \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\nBronz and other refs\n \n Spoiler \n I though this only would happen when Maurkov tried to move, also I think Maurkov needs a listen check no? I forgot to add this to the spoiler\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge Round 5\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe spider gets to reel-in as a free action? Yikes, I'd like a second opinion. Meanwhile\n\nReactive sense checks\nMarge: spot (1d20+3)[ 16 ] listen [roll]1d20)[/roll]\nHawk: spot (1d20+16)[ 24 ] listen (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nIf possible, the hawk will continue the attack (1d20+6)[ 9 ] damage (1d4-2)[ -1 ] min 1.\n\nStatus\nMarge B9-C10 HP 7/16 AC 11 Expeditious Retreat [5] Enlarge Person [17] Entangled [until she gets around to doing something about that]\nHawk T15->??? HP 8/8 AC 18 (on the sheet I missed the +1 NA that a familiar gets)\n \n Not done." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Marge Round 5b\n\nFixing a roll \n Spoiler \nlisten (1d20)[ 9 ] \n \nSorry for the dp." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "@Morbius (and any other refs if they so choose)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are correct...standard action it is. I cut and pasted the part under net. Here is the spider text:\n\n Web-spinners can throw a web eight times per day. This is similar to an attack with a net but has a maximum range of 50 feet, with a range increment of 10 feet, and is effective against targets up to one size category larger than the spider.\n\nAn entangled creature can escape with a successful Escape Artist check or burst it with a Strength check. Both are standard actions whose DCs are given in the table below. The check DCs are Constitution-based, and the Strength check DC includes a +4 racial bonus. \n\nHowever, I would assume that an AoO would be in order if this distracting act were attempted none the less, correct? (I say this because Sundering an object held would qualify and using a skill that takes an action usually provokes an attack of opportunity according to the chart).\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Darius \n @Morbius (and any other refs if they so choose)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are correct...standard action it is. I cut and pasted the part under net. Here is the spider text:\n\n Web-spinners can throw a web eight times per day. This is similar to an attack with a net but has a maximum range of 50 feet, with a range increment of 10 feet, and is effective against targets up to one size category larger than the spider.\n\nAn entangled creature can escape with a successful Escape Artist check or burst it with a Strength check. Both are standard actions whose DCs are given in the table below. The check DCs are Constitution-based, and the Strength check DC includes a +4 racial bonus. \n\nHowever, I would assume that an AoO would be in order if this distracting act were attempted none the less, correct? (I say this because Sundering an object held would qualify and using a skill that takes an action usually provokes an attack of opportunity according to the chart).\n \n \n \n\n Ref Morbius \n\nthere we go... again.\n\nThe SDR says that escaping from a net provokes an AoO really, and the text for the web says that it works as a net, so as it does not change anything like it did with the action required to escape I would say it still provokes an AoO.\n\nAlso Smashing an Object is acomplished by the sunder attack according to the SDR( causes AoO).\n\nHowever there is no indication that Breaking it by a str check causes an AoO." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n Ref Morbius \nHowever there is no indication that Breaking it by a str check causes an AoO. \n \n\nAlong those lines, there is not any indication that it doesn't cause an AoO, either, right? Just like it doesn't say anything in the text of the net about escaping provokes an attack of opportunity...but it says in the other section as you pointed out.\n\nI would think going all hulkified on the web would provoke the attack as it would constitute a situation where one would let her guard down.\n\nFrom SRD under AoO:\n Sometimes a combatant in a melee lets her guard down. In this case, combatants near her can take advantage of her lapse in defense to attack her for free. These free attacks are called attacks of opportunity. \n\nIt continues...\n Performing a Distracting Act: Some actions, when performed in a threatened square, provoke attacks of opportunity as you divert your attention from the battle. Table: Actions in Combat notes many of the actions that provoke attacks of opportunity .\n\nThe table lists a number of things, however making a STR check to break something is not specifically listed. As I pointed out in the spoiler, the closest thing I saw was sundering an object. When one looks down the table further, one may note actions like move a heavy object, sheathe a weapon, pick up an item and so on all provoke attacks of opportunity. That is why I would think trying to rip the webs off by hand (a STR check) would equate to that same distracting act that would provoke an AoO.\n\n\nAt any rate, I do not know if it is my turn or not. I have been waiting for the \"done\" signal from Maurkov (whose last post was yesterday when he fixed a roll)." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nIn the RAW, any time an action does not specify if it provokes an AoO, we will assume that it does not provoke AoOs. Otherwise breathing provokes AoOs." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "sigh I keep posting in the waiting room for resolution of LoS and the like, come back to find an update, and realize that it isn't what I'm looking for." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kyeudo \n GM Kyeudo \n\nIn the RAW, any time an action does not specify if it provokes an AoO, we will assume that it does not provoke AoOs. Otherwise breathing provokes AoOs. \n \n\nVery well...Darius is 0/17 on his queries. Law of Averages says I have to be able to get one right...right? 😁\n\n\n@Maurkov: I feel your pain." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nMaurkov\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou can't see or hear anything of out of the ordinary\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc: Just checking in...let me know when it is my turn." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "@refs \n Spoiler \nSo no empathic signal from the hawk? No sounds of fighting? If that's really the case, she'll shout, \"Have you lost track of him?\" if not, \"are you near him?\" and if so, \"make some noise.\"\n \n\n Marge Round 5c\n\nMarge attempts something that will force an opposed STR check with the spider:\n (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n \n Spoiler \nMarge will attempt to withdraw from the spider, and so snap the thread that binds them together. She withdraws to L4-N5, though if she spots Blaize before she gets there, she might revise.\n\nMarge's reactive sense checks for the round were Spot 16 and listen 9.\n \nRefcheck, please" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nMaurkov\n \n Spoiler \n\nI am sorry you hawk was supposed to send you any empathic signal? I must have missed that in the constant nonsense being discussed here regularly What was it?\n\nAnd BTW I don't think that the sound of a hawk using it's claws at someone is enough to be considered battle sound. Your \"make some noise\" order however is another question\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "ooc:\n\nfor refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nIt has been established that...\n\nAn entangled creature takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls and a –4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run. If you control the trailing rope by succeeding on an opposed Strength check while holding it, the entangled creature can move only within the limits that the rope allows. If the entangled creature attempts to cast a spell, it must make a DC 15 Concentration check or be unable to cast the spell.\n\nAn entangled creature can escape with a DC 13 Escape Artist check (a standard action). The web has 12 hit points and can be burst with a DC 17 Strength check (also a standard action).\n\nSince Marge's action is an opposed STR check, I am going to assume that she is moving away. I don't know if she is Tumbling or not, but it doesn't appear that she is trying to bust the web since it is an opposed check. She could be withdrawing, too (that is a full-round action with no 5' step). Either way...\n\nAlso, I want to remind you that the spider reeled in the rope as it approached to be right next to Marge...so even if she succeeds on the STR check, the spider will be dragged right along with her.\n \n\n\nOpposed STR check for spider (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n\nI am assuming that you are moving, then. So, I will make the AoO as well.\n\n AoO - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] if hit (Fort DC or STR - (1d6)[ 4 ] poison drain)\n\nfor refs again\n \n Spoiler \n\nI want to remind the refs that Marge's AC is 4 worse than before...(-1 size, -1 DEX from size, and -2 for entagled Dex penalty)\n \n\n\nSpider Stats:\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 8 rounds\nCurrent Location: last seen D11/E12\n\n22 HP (minus whatever the damage that was done)\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (6 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Marge didn't do anything that would trigger an AoO. She tried to leave a threatened square, but failed. Your turn." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 6a\n\nImmediately before the start of round 6, Blaize gauges the distance between his position and where he figures Marge to be located behind the wall. He holds out his hand and blows on a jade chip that flares to life with a green flame. Suddenly, a 5' radius cylinder of stones rains down, centered on b9/c9 and b10/c10. The hail of stones does damage - (4d4)[ 7 ] to all in that area (no save).\n\nNot done.\n\nooc:\nI hope my game of Battleship is on the mark. I figure that Marge tumbled and ran to either a8 or a9/b9 (60' of move total from c19) based on the spider's position before it was stabbed, but I could be wrong. To have been stabbed - Marge would have to be in either b10 or c10, so this should hit both possibilities without hitting the spider' last position.\n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Location: T14 with scroll (exp. retreat) in hand (other hand free for casting)\ndagger dropped in T14\n\nSpells:\n0-level: acid splash(c), resistance, ghost sound, detect magic, daze\n1st-level: hail of stone(c), color spray, color spray, hail of stone, shield \n\n5 abrupt jaunts\n6/8 HP, AC 21\nNote: hit by drow spider poison...new save needed in 9 rounds\n\nSpells active: mage armor (1 hourish), shield (16 rounds)\n1 more use of arcanist's gloves\n\n\nAlso, the spider was apparently hit, but this is the stats for it:\n\nSpider Stats:\nLarge Monstrous Spider: 7 rounds\nCurrent Location: last seen D11/E12\n\n22 HP (minus whatever the damage that was done)\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (6 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2\n " }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Spider round 6b\n\nThe Large Monstrous spider then presses the advantage and bites at Marge.\n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] + Fort DC 13 or STR - (1d6)[ 3 ] drain\n\nNot done\n\n Spider Stats: \nLarge Monstrous Spider: 7 rounds\nCurrent Location: last seen D11/E12\n\n22 HP (minus whatever the damage that was done)\n14 AC (touch 12, flat 11)\nBase Attack/Grapple +3/+9\nBite +4 (1d8+3 plus Fort DC 13 or 1d6 STR)\nWeb (6 left), tremorsense, vermin, darkvision\nFort +5, Ref +4, Will +1\nStr 15, Dex 17, Con 12, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 2" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " Blaize 6c\n\nBlaize Listens - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] for any give-away sounds that would indicate he hit his mark and/or if Marge fell (crowd noise/applause/cheers).\n\nooc: I am not sure if the hail of stones hit, but if they did, the spider bite would have put Marge into negatives since Marge's height dropped her AC 2 (-1 for size, -1 for DEX drop) and the web dropped it another 2 (-4 DEX for entangled) - giving her an AC of 11." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I'm not familiar with the spell, so a ref will have to adjudicate whether you have line of effect and if there's anything that might prevent it from leaving Marge staggered. The spider's attack is a hit. save: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n\nEdit: I should have had a ref roll the spider's str check, the results of which were ooc knowledge." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Pages 108-109 from Spell Compendium :\n\n Hail of Stone \nConjuration (Creation)[Earth]\n Level: Sorcerer/Wizard 1\n Components: V, S, M\n Casting Time: 1 round\n Range: Medium (100 ft. + 10ft/lvl)\n Area: Cylinder (5-ft. radius, 40 ft high)\n Duration: Instantaneous\n Saving Throw: None\n Spell Resistance: No\n\n You hold the jade chip before you and blow on it as you end the spell. The chip flares with a green flame and vanishes as rocks begin to fall on your pursuers. \n\nYou create a rain of stones that deals 1d4 points of damage per caster level (maximum 5d4) to creatures and objects within the area.\n\n Material Component: A piece of jade worth at least 5 gp.\n\n\nSince the Area is a Cylinder, LoE to the point of origin (the top of the cylinder) is sufficient.\n\n From SRD: \n\n You must have a clear line of effect to the point of origin of any spell you cast. A burst, cone, cylinder, or emanation spell affects only an area, creatures, or objects to which it has line of effect from its origin (a spherical burst’s center point, a cone-shaped burst’s starting point, a cylinder’s circle, or an emanation’s point of origin). \n\nSo, since Blaize's current position allows him to see a point 40' above those squares, it should work.\n\n\nFYI: Blaize used his Arcanist's gloves to boost the spell up 2 caster levels (reason for the 4d4 instead of 2d4)." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "I believe the rock pillars go floor to ceiling.\n\nEdit: My mistake. Did I mention I hate this map?" }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n I believe the rock pillars go floor to ceiling. \n \n\nNope...15' (it is in the Map section of the Waiting Room)\n\nEdit to add Copied Text:\n\n The Arena walls for this map are 30 ft high, with a Climb DC of 30. The pillars are 15 feet tall with a Climb DC of 15. \n\nEdit #2\n\n \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Edit: My mistake. Did I mention I hate this map? \n \n\nI have only played on this one and one other thus far. My first match was in the Parthenon or whatever that one is. The rest have been in here. I have grown to like it only because it is the only map I know.\n\n\nEdit #3\n\nI put in another call for a ref, FYI." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Edit: I should have had a ref roll the spider's str check, the results of which were ooc knowledge. \n \n\nI was committed to the spell regardless since it was a full round action, so it wouldn't matter too much, I don't think.\n\n\nEdit: I am beginning to think I should change my Character Profile to \"Skip\"." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Looks like the match is over, but I did have on question. I'm not sure how targeting a spell 40ft off the floor works (well in this case I can see how the hail stones would fall to the ground, but in general). If someone can point (or repoint if they already posted it) showing me how that all works, I'll be glad to call this match. We'll now have 3 lvl3 characters waiting for the first 3rd level round." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "It would work like this (as posted above):\n\nSince the Area is a Cylinder, LoE to the point of origin (the top of the cylinder) is sufficient.\n\nFrom SRD:\n\n\n :\nYou must have a clear line of effect to the point of origin of any spell you cast. A burst, cone, cylinder, or emanation spell affects only an area, creatures, or objects to which it has line of effect from its origin (a spherical burst’s center point, a cone-shaped burst’s starting point, a cylinder’s circle, or an emanation’s point of origin). \n\nSo, since Blaize's current position allows him to see a point 40' above those squares, it should work.\n\nBelow is a side-view of the arena to show to help explain:\n\nM=Marge\nW=Wall\nB=Blaize\n=Point of Origin\n\n\n-\n-\n-.......W\n-M.....W\n_M___W_______________________________B_______\n\nAs you can see, Blaize can see that point (*) above Marge and uses that to be the point of origin for his spell, dropping the stones on Marge." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "Yes, the targetting works. Darius should have quoted the next para:\n\n \"When casting a cylinder-shaped spell, you select the spell’s point of origin. This point is the center of a horizontal circle, and the spell shoots down from the circle, filling a cylinder.\" \nI'm going to crack open the spoilers to see if there's any salvation there.\n\nEdit: I don't see any bad calls, just plenty of bad luck. gg." }, { "author": "Darius", "message": "Since it looks done, I will wait for confirmation before I look in the spoilers (just in case). However, I take it that Marge was in the area of the spell? Looking at my own graph paper map of the arena, I put Marge in b9/b10 or b9/c10 or c9/c10 or c9/d10 <--as a maybe. I wanted to see if I was on the mark or not.\n\nThe big part of the match for me was getting those listen rolls early on when Marge enlarged. I knew I had to press the attack then. Last time we met, Marge hadn't enlarged, so I was pretty fortunate. 20' reach for the win vs. color spray = victory.\n\nThat poison had me, too. I thought Marge had put the poison on her spear and not her familiar. That was an awesome play, and my save was very lucky. One roll here or there and the result would have been Marge at the top tier, not Blaize. I totally blew the familiar off as an after thought, but then soon found out that it was tougher than Blaize was (much to my chagrin).\n\nGreat game. I do NOT look forward to our next match, for I fear my luck will soon run out. My hat is off to your build and great play." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n Blaize is declared the winner and gains the spoils " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 17: Dunkin vs. Maren \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Dunkin - Damionte \n Maren - Bitzeralisis \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Still need to set spells but here's initiative and position.\n\n Round - 0 Rolling Initiative\n\n Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nOpening Status & Position:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent Action/Location: / N1\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8 /8\n AC: 12, Touch: 12, FF: 10 (Dex +2, Size +1, Base=9)\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5\n Special Abilities:: \n Conditions: \n \nCurrent Creatures\n \n Spoiler \n\nChevy: Animal Companion:\nCurrent Action/Location: / M2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 6 /6\n AC: 13, Touch: 11, FF: 12 (Dex +1, Nat +2)\n Saves: Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Pounce, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n\nRobin: Mount\nCurrent Action/Location: / N2\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 13 /13\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14 (Dex +2, Nat +4)\n Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1 / +2 vs Spells\n Special Abilities:: Trip +3, Low Light, Scent\n Conditions: \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Qworg", "message": "We should likely call this one - remember that Bitz pulled out of all future matches with Maren. =/\n\nThey still haven't decided about us having a best 2/3 or what." }, { "author": "Damionte", "message": "Yeah but they set the match up so I was taking the XP and gold for it. :)\n\nWinning this one puts me back in the match with you anyway. So no real need to do a 2 out of 3.\n\nOnce this one times out this evening it'll be use again anyway." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n\nDunkin wins by default" } ]
[ { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Sorry i'm late...but that is fine right?\n\nTeam Koga Roster\n\n• Wabufett, Chaotic Evil Human Rogue, played by Koga.\n• Charles Bandifor, Chaotic Good Human Psychic Warrior, played by Diarmuid.\n• Kyrshek, Neutral Good Human Barbarian, played by Karaswanton.\n• Arkeneld \"Ark\" Duathai, Chaotic Good Human Fighter, played by Akiata.\n• Martin Gallahan, Neutral Human Psion (Telepath), played by Ryuan.\n• Auda Holderhek, Neutral Good Dwarf Cleric, played by Malmagor Andrigal.\n\n\nYou are all in Diamond Lake. Your reasons varies, but you are all in the Tavern of Old Song.\n\nThe Ale is Free today, and the Beds are only 1gp a night. Hot water is running here, because of a naturally accuring steam vent that goes into one of the water towers.\n\nWabufett\n \n Spoiler \n You have an old map to the location of a nearby Theive's hold, most of the theives were killed, but there was no evidence of their stuff being looted. Plus the fact that the place was an old Tomb...(Treasure Galore!) You got this information via, an unlucky clerk who...had...um...a heart attack...he said something about peircing pain in his chest...or somesuch. anyway. You know where the place is, and it's called the 'Whispering Carn'\n \n\n\nCharles\n \n Spoiler \n You are approched by an old cupple, they look wrinkled and all, but as they talk you realize they are still rather young, they explain that their daughter was lost to them a year ago, she used to play in the forbidden area of the outskirts, if you could find her, or perhaps get a blanket she took with her, they would be most grateful, and perhaps they might have a reward for your bravery\n \n\n\nKyrshek\n \n Spoiler \n Local ledgons you've heard about the 'whispering Carn' speak of it as an evil place, full of Monster and Dark Arts, perhaps this could a place you could prove yourself? or happen to make a buck? After all..danger = money Right?\n \n\n\nArkeneld \"Ark\" Duathai\n \n Spoiler \n The local Millia is a Joke, there are half-orcs everywhere, Tieflings everywhere, and they can't even keep simple Pickpockets away, Pathetic, oh well, your not a lawman anymore right?...it still disturbs you. The fear of the place the most is a Mysterious place called 'The Whispering Cairn'\n \n\n\nMartin Gallahan\n \n Spoiler \n The peaple here make it hard to concentrate, but even hindered you manage to figure out a bit'o'information, you ofcorse will claim it's your mentalism...it's accually Easdroping. oh well!, no one will ever know, you do know yourself that a place full of dangers and Treasures is just out of the twon a place called 'The Whispering Cairn'\n \n\n\nAuda Holderhek\n \n Spoiler \n Nightmares Haunt your dreams, Vecna, Hextor, and EuyrthNul wresleing for the power of evil, and then fusing into one unholy creature. Then you wake, with only one thought in your head it rings like the blacksmith's hammer 'Whispering Cairn' it consumes you and makes it where you cannot even enjoy a Ale without thinking of it.\n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett is what appears to be happy, it's hard to tell with him.\n\nHe thinks:\n\"Finnaly! I'm getting a break! I'll be rich! Rich like elves!\"\n\nBut he also thinks:\n\"I shouldn't go alone.. there might be rats there.. big rats.. or flying rats! That's why they call'em bats!\"\n\n\"I'm going to have to take some chump with me.. someone who's... not too bright... a sucker..\"\n\nWabufett looks around, waiting to see if anyone does something that screams \"i'm a sucker, take me for granteed and use me to protect you from flying rats\".\n\n\nSense the ale is free he gives his chickens just a little bit of ale each.\n\n\"Ale has calories.. so it's like food right?\" he thinks to himself lol" }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": "Kyrshek loudly tells tales of his exploits in the Northlands, and perhaps overindulgences in the free ale." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Karaswanton \n Kyrshek loudly tells tales of his exploits in the Northlands, and perhaps overindulgences in the free ale. \n \n\nWabufett thinks \"Bingo..\"\n\n\nHe goesup to Kyshrek and acts like he's just calm as clams, not a care in the world, like this was robbing an old lady.\n\n\n\"So... i overheard your feats of power... I guess a trip to Whispering Carn shouldn't be TOO hard a task for someone of your calibur?\"" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": "Martin thinks: Hum... A new job. Maybe I should get some help. \n\nAfter trying to look for good a partner, too short, too tall, too stupid, too short AND stupid , he remember the guy that keep talking about his 'great' tales. Maybe I should consider him. If only a ridiculously part of what he said is true, then he have lot's of experience. At least I want him to make a better job than the previous 'Champion of Light, Justice, and chicken. He, funny story. \n Master, shouhumnfa! , his psycristal try to ask.\nWhisper: Sh... let's not show then all the gold before they start to get dirty Okay? \nWhisper: Master, aren't they going to be your partners? And why pay then gold and get then dirty? \n😩\n\nThen Martin starts to walk in the direction of Kyrshek and see (but didn't heard) then talking.\n\n Sorry to interrupt, but would sir Kyrshek be interested in a job opportunity? \n OOC: I speak in Blue , think in Italic , and my Psycristal speak in Green and also think in Italic .\nMaybe I will be late today. You know, lot's of cleaning and stuff 😉 " }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "Ark, like a few other's in here apparently, has drifted over to sit with the boastful barbarian. Ark isn't saying too much, but is taking advantage of the free ale soon becomes happy to listen to this quaint yet proud fellow. It's nice to take his mind off his troubles for a time. And after spending only an hour or so with the man, Ark deems him a good man, and by the sound of his exploits, a good soldier.\n\nAs discussion of the this mysterious \"Whispering Cairn\" floats around the tavern, it occurs to Ark that the life of an adventurer might perhaps be his best option at this point. Certainly it's by far the most lucrative, and the high mortality rate means that if he's no good at it, he won't have to put up with it for long." }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrshek \n \"Does this \"job\" involve the Whispering Carns? It seems I have already been ordered to investigate such a place by my tribal seers, and challenged by this man\" he points to Wabuffet, to do so as well, on pain of my honor if I am not much mistaken. Yes, I will undertake this quest on the morrow, I fear that drink of this fine establishment\" he raises his enormous beer-stein, and then proceeds to throwback all of it in one gulp has made me unable to begin tonight. But tomorrow I shall be fit--I will need some comrades to come with me. \n\nWith that he picks out Wabuffet to come with him, as well as Martin and Ark." }, { "author": "Madmal", "message": " Auda Holderhek \n\nAuda bashes into the tavern without much ceremony. It's been a lousy day, more mediocre work, people called in sick, so she didn't just had to manage the front of the store, but also help with transporting ores into the furnaces. And all those horrible dreams have cut the already short and blissful moment she had on her sleep.\n\nShe haven't get herself cleaned enough, she haven't got changed from her working clothes, she just wanted a drink, maybe another one. but that poorly-spelled sign has just increased her frustration.\n\n\n Ale Fre tudey \n\n great, free ale, which means the bartender didn't sold enough brews the pasts days, and is now giving the barrels away to the fools, before they fully rotten. Wonder how many of them will be bothering the Pelorian clerics with stomach problems. Meh, i'm already here, might as well come in. \n\nThe temperature almost rivals the furnaces, giving a cozy feeling. She manages to enjoy a couple of drink before some bulky human mentions the Whispering Cairn, apparently picking a group for exploration.\n\n Great, he may be strong and bulky, but so far, he's naive as a kid. Picking company on this low-life town will only lead only to get a couple of knife-stabbers. I cannot allow this to happen, besides, maybe this will finally help to ease those dreams... \n Hold it right there, you three, i'm suppose i'm bored enough, i'll be joining you. " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "(ooc: To help discern thought from speech, thoughts will be in ittalics)\n\nWabufett looks at Kyrshek with a look like this\n\n. _ .\n\nThen looks at the... very developed... dwarf girl...\n\n. _ .\n\nAnd thinks:\n \"Clearly Kyrshek has some sortof divine charm and can bring girlies his way. Why else would a hot little dwarf just comeout of nowhere and offer to travel with us?!\n\nI'm gonna' have to stick around and examine this one. Goldz are nice, but womenz are better!\" \n\nWabufett goes up to the dwarf and holds her hands.\n\"It might be dangerous miss, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to such a beautiful girl.. Are you royalty of some sort?\"\n\n \"That's right Wabufett.. lay it on thick.. girlz LOVE that. They're like friggin compliment vampires! Dig-in you crazy shizno!\" \n\n(Shizno is a term invented for humans but i guess could apply to all humanoids. Church asked on red vs blue if there was an equivalent word in his language, gary said \"do you have excretment?\" \"yes..\" \"does your excretment give excretment?\" \"ew, no!\" \"then there is no equivalent\" \"sorry i asked...\")" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " Good. It's wise to have partners in this profession. And don't bother with meaningless challenges: you were going to do it anyway, right? It's a challenge you already won even before it starts, making a small but honest smile.\n\nFollowing then one step before, he starts to look at the people that start to follow him: two mans, one that challenged Kyrshek and one that was drinking near him and got up. And himself of course.\n\n Now there are four people. Unfortunately all of then are physical combatant types. If at least I could know for sure their competence... I don't want to repeat the 'pie incident'. \n\nAfter that he looks at Wabufett and at his little 'scene' with this face 🤨 , then this face 😦\n ... at least it's a dwarf, their women looks like a full grow woman (shorter and stronger, but still). I would be disgusted if he was all turned on by a halfling. Not there is something wrong, but remind me so much of that 'professor'. Good thing he meet his demise. \n\nEdit: OOC: Just some cosmetic changes." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett has images in his mind of this dwarf girl submitting to him and them running in a field holding hands, his immagination looks like a five year old drawing where it's colored in crayon and thier expressions and crap.\n\nThen she's in awe as he's standing over a moutain of guards and officers laughing \"mwahahaha!\" are proudly like.\n\nAlso the other guy he met so far is asking if he can shine Wabufett's boots, he doesn't look like a person, but a lollypop. Implying he's a sucker." }, { "author": "Madmal", "message": " Auda \n\nAuda restrains the urge to suddenly turn him into a bloody mass, and instead swiftly removes her hans out of that creepy grasp.\n \nWatch it fella, i've been on a bad day, you don't want to make it worse.🫤 \n \nThe nerve on that guy... There's always have to be one of those, doesn't it? better keep the eyes on him... \n and yeah, sure, like if a dwarven princess is going to come here all covered in soot and coal-stains; and so daring to cut her own beauiful braids to mingle with orcs and humans. Get real. 😏" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": "Looking at the 'lovely' scene from them, Martin thinks: Okay... Maybe I can at least have some fun even if their competence are 'under standard' .\n\n😁" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufeet shrugs. \"Bleh, no point in persisting.. I don't particularly like dwarves anyway. NOW HAFLINGS..\"\n\nHe looks over at Kyrshek.\n\n\"Hey man, so we going or what? I'll leave without you..\"" }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "(( has everyone posted? if so, you should have all you need to goto the carn ))\n\nThe barwench serves another round of the cheap ale." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "Ark announces that he's had enough of this banter for one evening, and is going to get a room for the night. If anyone's interested in investigating this \"Whispering Cairn\" then, well Ark would be agreeable to going along with them." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett gathersup his drunken chickens. Muttering\n\"Comeon you wastes of flesh and feathers, i might need you later..\"" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " If no one drank too much, should we go now? You never know when things change from night to day. And a formal introduction will be good: my name is Martin, at your service. " }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrshek \n I, for one have had too much ale to do anything tonight. Tomorrow would be fine. I think I'll get a room at the Inn. " }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " Indeed. Guess I will take a room for today too. \n\nOOC: Let's use this in order to enjoy christmas 😎" }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": "Kyrshek wakes up at the Inn and says his morning prayers.\nNext he gathers his belongings, and looks for his companions.\n\n OOC: I was going to have Kyrshek worship Obad-Hai for a druidic faith, but then I remembered that Pelor also has a druidic bent, and is dead-on alignment-wise. Further, Pelor is the most commonly worshiped god among the humans. And it makes for a more interesting character concept. " }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "With sore head, and slow limbs, Ark is slow to rise. Eventually he manages to make his way to the common room in the Tavern of Old Song, and completely ignoring Kyrshek, and any of the other companions who might already be waiting, orders a full, hot breakfast.\n\nSitting by himself, he barely glances at anything other than his plate, and after taking his time he dons his armor, readies his gear, and finally ambles over to glance up at Kyrshek and the others:\n\n \"Shall we?\" " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "(( I may or may not be on tommorow so I thought i'd post before I goto bed disregard this till it applies ))\n\nYou travel through some light wooded area to the Cairn\n\n \n Spoiler \nNatural Light Illuminates a long hallway extending north into darkness. A faint breeze brings with it whispers that sound like sighing breath. It must be a trick of the wind but the effect is almost life-like. The walls have horizonal Bands of decepivly simple geometric patterns to about waist level. Some places have startling detail while others seem to be worn away by time and hacked at by weapons. Purple and Mustard flaks of anchient pant still cling at places on the walls. and a thin coat of dust is on the floor. Down the darkened hall an intersecon crosses to go east west or north. As you enter this entersection the wind picks up and a chorus of almost human sounds raise up from the darkened hall.\n\nEast\n \n Spoiler \nThis hall extends 15 feet to a pile of rubble with a small blanket and the skeleington of a human child.\n \n\nWest\n \n Spoiler \nThis hall extends about 40 feet at the end of it is what seems to be a Arcane circle on a platform. and a Large collapse at the end of the hall disallows you to continue. but the circle remains.\n \n\nNorthern\n \n Spoiler \nThree Wolves Stand here Growling at you (Please wait for me...)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett suggests that everyone go one way and decide which way they want to go, he suggests east." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": " Arkeneld \"Ark\" Duathai \n\nLooking from each path to the next slowly, Ark says,\n\n \"My father always says 'time spent in reconnaissance is rarely wasted.' Let's check out east and west before heading north.\" " }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrshek \n\nKyrshek agrees, and then heads East.\nA short while later (as in, a few seconds) he comes back looking grim and angry.\n\n The path only goes a few feet, rubble blocks the way further. Rubble and the skeleton of a small human child. " }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": "Martin Waited in the entrance, knowing being of little help at those tasks yet.\n\nWhen Kyrshek came back he simply whisper poor soul . He decides to help Wabufett and goes west." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "Ark walks over to take a close look at the rubble and skeleton.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch: +1\nSpot: -1\n " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "In the rubble\n\n \n Spoiler \nNothing was found the the rubble, while looking you do see a green light from the northern area. Andyou hear some deep growls.\n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Karaswanton \n Kyrshek \n The path only goes a few feet, rubble blocks the way further. Rubble and the skeleton of a small human child. \n \n\n\"Obviously something picked the boy clean that wasn't this way. Meaning if we go another way there might be something waiting for us.\"\n\nWabufett examines the skeleton for clues to how the child died, or anything useful.\n\nWabufett says in jest\n\"Consider yourself lucky kid. Ussualy I only touch girls this much your age..\"\n\n(Search check:)\n (1d20+8)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrshek \n Perhaps you should show some respect to the dead. he growls.\n\n I suppose we should try the other way next. \n\nWith that, he follows after Martin." }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " Disgusting. \n\nHe then go back and follow the path of west." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": " Ark \n \"Doesn't look like there's anything here.\" \n\nArk turns west with the others." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett won't leave untill he's fully examined the body.\n(IE: If the GM says there's nothing out of the ordinary lol!)" }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Nothing but a corpse, seems to died of wounds, several bite marks on the legs. The flesh has been gnawed off." }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": "Martin looks at the circle and try to discover something.\n\nPsicraft:\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20 - (1d20)[ 6 ] +8\n \n\n\nSpot:\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20 - (1d20)[ 5 ] +8\n \n\n\nWhile looking for something suspicious, he try to start a conversation with Kyrshek:\n\n\n Maybe we can take that child bones to the town priest after this. At least give him a proper burial and maybe find his parents. Shame we couldn't came before. But then again, what he was doing here? " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "Do Not open enless you made a DC 13 spellcraft or psicraft\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe circles are transportation, but have long sense lost their abilies.\n " }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " OCC: Made it! About the spot check, it's 1d20 + 1, I forgot to edit it the first time the dice roller become crazy, and I simply don't want to try to go screw the roll. Also, how do you do the 1d20+8, 2d6+3 thing? \n This thing some kind of transportation device. Maybe a Teleport Circle? Either way, it's been to long since it's last use and the power already faded out. I hope. " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ryuan \n [COLOR=\"Blue\"]Maybe we can take that child bones to the town priest after this. At least give him a proper burial and maybe find his parents. \n \n\nWabufett just looks at him like \"-_ -\"\n\n\n\"Does he look like he's gonna tell us who his parents are?\nHey little dead boy, who's your parents?\"\n\nWabufett moves the skeleton to shrug it's shoulders.\n\n\"As much fun as it is to play with this dead child, I've deduced that wild animals are in the faccinity. More then likely hungry as if this boy was picked clean they must've been relying on his meat for awhile.\n\nI'm allergic to hungry animals.. along with other things that want to kill me.\n\nWe cannot stop what we're doing. If we leave now we might get attacked from behind. I'm sure the animals smell us.. especialy you\"\n\n\n\n\"As for why he was here, he's a kid, kids are dumb. He probably was playing hide and go seek or something.\"\n\nWabufett snaps off a rib and rubs it over his body.\n\n\"I'd suggest you do the same, the animals will be confused by our lack of scent if we giveoff the scent of an already slain victim..\"\n\nWabufett hands martin the rib." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": " Ark \n\nFor just a second Ark reconsiders coming out here at all... \"Perhaps banding with a group of strangers to investigate some mystical rock wasn't the smartest move...\" He thinks to himself. \"Just how much ale did I drink last night, anyway?\" \n\nHe says, \"Look let's stop fooling around and get this over with. North looks like only way to proceed, and I don't think those wolves are friendly.\" \n\nArk readies his polearm.\n\n \"Kyrshek, you and I will take the front - the rest of you prepare for battle.\" \n\nArk approaches to 10' from the wolves." }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kryshek \n I will vanquish these man-eaters. \n\nWith that, I roll Initiative.\n (1d20+6)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "Ark will also roll for Initiative then (and an attack to boot)!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIntiative: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n\nHit Roll: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (2d4+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "\"-_ -\"\n\nWabufett did not want to have to go into battle. It's tedious, dangerous, and ussualy unnescary if you're smart. He slouches and looks around them and says..\n\n\n\"They're just friggin wolves guys, gimme a break. We could've avoided this easy\"\n\n(Innitiatve check):\n (1d20+3)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " Great. \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative\n 1d20 - (1d20)[ 17 ] \n\nIf I rolled high enough I will try to move in a way to not let my partners in the way of the cone of my power.\n\nI will use the Disable power.\n\nPP: 5/6\nDC: 10 + 1 + 4 = 15\nCone shaped, 20ft range centered in my char,\n1min./level, will negates, PR applies.\n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett sees kyshrek about to use some sortof magic spell (psionics..spells..it's all the same to him).\n\nHe commands him not too, that this problem can be solved without even having to raise a sword. He advises everyone to whistle at thier highest pitch.\n\n\nCanines have excellent hearing. The high noise will disturb them greater then any spell or slash with a weapon. It will ward them off. They won't want to stick around where there's noise.\n\nWabufett thinks to himself how he's sorrounded by valiant-happy morons, and they're going to get him killed with thier \"bravery\" and \"nobility\", which is another word for stupidity. He'd cry if he had any emotion left. Instead he mutters under his breath\n\n\"I wonder what dog tastes like...\"" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " First Wabufett, tone down your mouth. Second, unless you can whistle as high as a bat you will only act as a idiot. Third, this power can end this fight without effort, and if you really like to see the blood of these wolfs you can try to kill them, but if you want to do so you must make sure to kill then in one hit to not waste my effort. " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "All three wolves stand there, the power was full and totally effective." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "\"Fine, waste your strength, see if I care..\" says Wabufett with a huph and puph like a child that doesn't get his way.\n\nSense the wolves look weakend, he stands against the wall and moves sideways with that rib still in his hand postured like a dagger." }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Tialait \n All three wolves stand there, the power was full and totally effective. \n \n\n OCC: Isn't they supposed to... run? I mean, what kind of animal usually tries to fight when they (at least think) are in the brink of unconsciousness? " }, { "author": "Lady Tialait", "message": "(( Not exactly, they are to hungry to run away, they get to either eat you guys, or die of starvation.))" }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrshek \n OOC: Switching colors.. noticed I had the same color as Martin. Whoops. I hope red isn't taken. \n Hm. These wolves look ragged, near starving I'd wager. It might be kinder to put them down. I don't know that we should feed them--they are obviously accustomed to manflesh and therefore dangerous, but I'm loathe to leave anything, even man-eaters to slowly starve. \n\nKryshek eyes the wolves with pity." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett goes to sneakpast the wolves and party members and almost stops (almost lol) considering giving the wolves his chickens.\n\n\nThe wolves would see him as a source of food rather then AS food and help him out.. maybe.. wolves aren't really that smart.." }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": " Ark \n\n \n Originally Posted by Akiata \n \"Look let's stop fooling around and get this over with. North looks like only way to proceed, and I don't think those wolves are friendly.\" \n \n\nArk approaches to 10' from the lead wolf, and attacks with Guisarme.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDid actually put these same rolls in my last post, you could use those... or not, you know... cool.\n\n Edit: Bah! Rolls didn't work anyways... use the ones from my previous post. 😳\n\n[roll0]\n[roll1]\n[roll2]\n " }, { "author": "Madmal", "message": " Auda \n\nAuda can't help rolling her eyes at Wabufett comments.\n\n whistle? please, that won't leave us nowhere, and for your information, we do have scent, and this wolves seem desperate enough to attempt to pursue us if we attempt to flee. Not that i'm planning to. If we run away from simple animals, how can we call ourselves worthy to claim whatever treasure might be ahead of us? \n \nTreasure, the best excuse to mess in forgotten tombs. And an acceptable hook too. Now, i hope this could shed some lights on my dreams, or this will be not worth the trip. And i want my quiet sleep back.🫤\n \n\nwithout much ceremony, Auda draws her morningstar, and stands ready, keeping a steady hand on her shield.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett goes on without them.\n\n\"I'm not wasting my time with hungry wolves..\"\n\nHe walks away and lets the others deals with wolves and he sneers\n\n\"You're braver then I guys.. I wouldn't have the heart to kill a defenseless starving animal.. I picked a good team..\"" }, { "author": "Madmal", "message": " Auda \n If you'd rather go on the wolves side, go ahead, we won't mind much, and they'll surely love to give you the initiation rite of chomping on you until there's nothing left of bones of your lovely persona with those cute, innocent and shinning line of fangs. I'm sure you'll be tasty. 😏" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Wabufett keeps walking \"I can take care of myself\"\n\nWabufett searches around for treasure trying to walk past the wolves out of viewable distance.\n(Ooc: This makes sense as disable lasts for 1 minute/per level, 1 minute=10 rounds. One round=60feet sense I can double my speed sense i'm commiting no other action. By the time those wolves are over the disable \"spell\", they I will be too far away for them to want to extert themselves chasing. Not when they can fight those foolish enough to stay behind. If they can see me at all. As their vision is probably poor with hunger.)" }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " Kyrsek \nAfter a slight delay, Kyrshek decides to put the wolves out of there misery.\n[SPOILER]\nInitiative:[roll]1d20+6[roll]\nAttack roll: (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \nDamage roll: (2d6+4)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": "Nat 20!\nAnd my Initiative roll didn't work properly.\nInitiative: (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \nCrit confirm roll: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nCrit damage roll: (2d6+4)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": " OOC: Is this campaign still on? " }, { "author": "Madmal", "message": "((i've seen Tialait around SMBG..are we waiting for something?\n\nwell, there's Diarmuid..he haven't posted since he was accepted...))" }, { "author": "Karaswanton", "message": "Word from the DM:\n\n\"kinda lost internet almost completely i'm currently at a freind's house useing thier computer, so I kinda gave up on the games.\"" }, { "author": "Akiata", "message": "... wow, we really didn't get too far eh?" }, { "author": "Arakune", "message": "damn... my first game ended in the 3rd page ☹️" } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 14: BobTheFighter vs. Bloatsack the Vile \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n BobTheFighter - kme \n Bloatsack the Vile - Paladin Latham \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Heres my initiative! Dont beat it now, ya hear!\n\nInitiative (1d20-1)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "kme", "message": "initiative (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n\nspells prepared and starting information: \n Spoiler \nMagic Missile and Fell Drain*Sonic Snap(using metamagic school focus )\nstarts with scroll of expeditious retreat in one hand and invisibility in other\nstarting location B14\n " }, { "author": "kme", "message": "lol I have beaten your initiative.\n\nBob: round 1\n\nfor refs: \n Spoiler \nstandard action: activate scroll of invisibility DC 4 - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \nmove action: move from B14 to E14 \n \nstats: \n Spoiler \nposition: B14\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 12 (2 dex )\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of expeditious retreat in one hand and invisibility in other\nBuffs:--\n \n end of turn" }, { "author": "kme", "message": " \n Spoiler \n ok I failed to activate a scroll wisdom check DC 5 - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n \n\nend of turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Oh yeah! Well I buy a potion of Resist Energy (sonic) and a Potion of Invisibility! HA!\n\n Bloatsack the Vile round 1: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack starts in Y13 with a potion in one hand and his crossbow in the other. He downs his potion of Invisibility, drops the bottle and draws his potion of Resist Energy(sonic),\n \n\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: Y13 \nBuffs: Potion of Invisibility 1/10\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Ah well, that is the flaw of current rules. Now I regret posting my actions without first waiting to see your new items.Hehe at least you spent a lot of money on them 😛 .\n\nThis will be an interesting match.\n\nBob: round 2\n\nFor refs: \n Spoiler \nstandard action: sheathe the scroll of expeditious retreat 😁\nmove action: move from E14 to F10 \n \nstats: \n Spoiler \nposition: F10\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 12 (2 dex )\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of invisibility in one hand\nBuffs:--\n \nend of turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 2: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack downs the potion of Resist Energy and moves up the stairs to V13 with his crossbow in two hands.\n\nSpot (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \nListen (1d20-1)[ 13 ] \nHide(because of invisibility) 20\n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: V13 \nBuffs: Potion of Invisibility 2/10\n \n \n\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\n\nBobTheFighter\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n \n\n\n\nBloatsack the Vile\n\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n " }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Bob: round 3\n\nFor refs: \n Spoiler \nmove action: move from F10 to C5 \nstandard action: pull out a scroll of obscuring mist\n \nstats: \n Spoiler \nposition: F10\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 12 (2 dex )\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of invisibility in one hand and obscuring mist in other\nBuffs:--\n \nend of turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 3: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack double moves to L13\n\nSpot (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \nListen (1d20-1)[ 12 ] \n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: L13 \nBuffs: Potion of Invisibility 3/10\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\n\nBobTheFighter\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n \n\n\n\nBloatsack the Vile\n\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n " }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Bob: round 3\n\nFor refs: \n Spoiler \nstandard action: use the scroll of obscuring mist\nmove action: move from C5 to A2 \n \n stats: \n Spoiler \nposition: A2\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 12 (2 dex )\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of invisibility in one hand\nBuffs:\nobscuring mist: centered on square C5, lasts until beginning of round 13\n \nend of turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 4: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack Moves to H12 drawing a grappling hook along the way. If he sees his foe he will make a disbelieve attempt (tricky illusions) drop the grappling hook and fire if he thinks its real. If he hears something his action will change. If he sees and hears nothing he will continue to H6.\n\nSpot (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \nListen (1d20-1)[ 18 ] \nWill Save to disbelieve (1d20)[ 1 ] \n\nEdit: OMG!! Its so REAL !!! HAHAHAHA!!\n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: H12 \nBuffs: Potion of Invisibility 4/10\n \n \n\n\nI definitely need a LoS check." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nBloatsack\n \n Spoiler \n before your actions you see fog raising on the northwest side of the arena you may redo your actions if you wish. Also you can only make a disbelieve attempt after you interact with a illusion, not simply by looking at it. Defeating an illusion just by looking at it is a DC 80 spot check have fun to beating that\n \n\n\nStill Bloatsack's turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "@refs:\n \n Spoiler \nI will continue to H6 in that case. I didn't know that you had to interact, I thought it just granted a bonus if you interacted. either way, I'll smoke him out...\n \n\nNow its your turn." }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Bob: round 4\n\nFor refs: \n Spoiler \nmove action: draw a scroll of mage armor\nstandard: use the scroll of mage armor\n \nstats: \n Spoiler \nposition: A2\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 12 (2 dex )\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of invisibility in one hand\nBuffs:\nobscuring mist: centered on square C5, lasts until beginning of round 13\nmage armor: lasts one hour\n \nend of turn" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\n\nBobTheFighter\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS\n \n\n\n\nBloatsack the Vile\n\n \n Spoiler \n No LoS. The fog is centered on C5. And you can hear spellcasting in there.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Bloatsack the Vile round 5: \n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nBloatsack glides down to A3, making a disbelieve attempt as he passes through the fog.\nWill (1d20)[ 18 ] \nSpot (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \nListen (1d20-1)[ 13 ] \n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10\n AC: 17, Touch: 15, FF: 12\n Saves: Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +0\n Current Location: A3 \nBuffs: Potion of Invisibility 5/10\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\n\nThe fog seems quite real to Bloatsack as he enters it however when he lands at A3 LoS is stablished as he sees Bob on A2" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "And me being invisible is ignored because...? 😡" }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Well I shouldn't be able to see you, so it would be fine with me if you change your actions for last round (of course not acting based on metagame knowledge of my position). I will wait to see ref's ruling before I post my actions." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nIt seems as though an innocent mistake was made, as has happened before and will happen again I'm sure.\n\nBefore we move on, a simple question.\n\n@Paladin\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrying to minimize the consequences of a missed ruling, what were your intentions once you landed? I understand you glided towards where you heard spellcasting so I'd like to know before we move on.\n\nOh, also, potion of invis is 30 rounds, not 10.\n " }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "@bronz (or other refs):\n \n Spoiler \nactually I wanted to get behind the cloud if possible. I had to glide 40ft. in order to decline 20ft. and A3 fit the bill. As I was invisible I figured I could manuever after taking a full round to move. Plus the added perk of interacting with the mist to see if it was real. 🙂\n \n\n\nI won't change my action. I trust you not to use metagame knowledge (fat chance now that you know I'm invisible)." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Paladin\n \n Spoiler \n\nI just wanted to know what you wanted to do, and as you would gain LoS upon landing those things may change anyway. So you see your opponent in A2(I believe in the mist?) So he has concealment (20%)\n \n\n\n@KME\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhile you know ooc that Paladin lands in A3, please try to ignore that fact. That situation may change anyhow so it maybe moot.\n \n\n\nCarry on." }, { "author": "kme", "message": "ok, these are the actions that I planned to do before your position was revealed\n\nBob: round 5\n\nmove action: draw a scroll of shield\nstandard: use the scroll of shield\n\nThat will provoke attack of opportunity from you, so here is concentration check if you hit me conc. - (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n\nstats: \n Spoiler \nposition: A2\nHP: 7/7 normal\nAC: 16/22 (+2 dex +4 armor /+4 shield if spell succeeds);\nSaves: F +3; R+2; W+4\nMisc:scroll of invisibility in one hand\nBuffs:\nobscuring mist: centered on square C5, lasts until beginning of round 13\nmage armor: lasts one hour\nshield (if spell succeeds): asts until beginning of round 15\n \nend of turn" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "O.K. heres the AoO\n\nBayonet Attack! (1d20+2)[ 18 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nIf it hits (1d8+3)[ 8 ] /\\ If it crits (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n\nand concealment (1d100)[ 65 ] better than 20 good." }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "um... did that get you?" }, { "author": "kme", "message": "Well, it looks like I'm dead. I didn't expect you to come so early in the cloud, heh at least I only spent two scroll worth 25 gp total 😛 ." }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n Bloatsack is declared the winner and gains the spoils. " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "As the match wasn't made with a nomer, there is a rematch needed here yes?" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Correct. Bob has only lost one match. Need to set up a new one." } ]
[ { "author": "StickMan", "message": "It’s been along trip to fort-outpost NF23 were you received transfer order for just a few weeks ago. You had been told you were to be organized into a new unit but other than that you’d been given little information as to this new post. As you step out of the back of the transport you can see that the Fort is really built in the middle of a mountain pass taking advantage of the walls on both sides. Anyone moving threw the pass would have to go threw the base to continue on there way. You can tell from the small number of buildings inside the walls that many of the buildings such as the barracks must be with in the mountain walls.\n\nSuddenly you here a booming voice \"Specialized Unit Omega 7 fall in line\" here your new unit number you fall into line with 5 others before the man who had given the fall in order. \"I am Colonel Karn the commanding officer of this base. Now lets see what we have here\" Looks down at a clip board with attached papers.\n\n\"Ah good we'll start at the top\" walking over to Celeste \"Captain Celeste Guerrier, commander of Omega 7, says here your a combat control expert specialized with the long chain\" He stop momentarily looking her over \"Interesting\"\n\nTaking a step over he says \"Healer Broadshield, Cleric class, unit front line combat healer. Very good we have very few full fledged Clerics in our Medical corps here\"\n\nContinuing his move down the line \"Lieutenant Gilraen, second in command of the unit, two weapon combat style expert\"\n\n\"Warrant Officer Harkness, has you official labeled as a front line two weapon expert, also notes your well known for extreme speed, never seen that before\"\n\n\"Sergent Heldar\" He looks down at his papers again \"well I have your rank and past posts but as for your area of expertise that section is missing. Blasted Clerical error\"\n\n\"Specialist Furtado, seems to be missing, wait Halfling\" moving his clipboard aside he sees Furtado \"Sorry about that don't get many Halflings, says here your a Information specialist and tactical caster, you may be most useful\"\n\n\"Take the rest of the to move in to your barracks, get the lay of the base and know each other because tomorrow Omega 7, will have to start proving what they are made of, DISMISSED.\"\n\n\nIts not a huge fort but on base you will find a mess hall, bar, Armory, Pelorian temple with shrines to other gods, connected to the temple is hospital. Omega 7 has its own room in the barracks, with a work desk a more room than any of you have ever had to your selfs in a barracks in the past." }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil Furtado \n\nThe halfling was less than four feet tall; he understood perfectly why the colonel had not noticed him. He was used to not being particularly noticed when around busy humans. During his first years in the Archivist Institute he realized that passing unnoticed by humans didn't came without some advantages.\n\nAgamil’s light-brown wavy hair would go as far as his shoulders, it didn’t seem like the halfling cared about his look, as long as his hair weren’t full of ants or his clothes entirely covered in mud, or blood for that matter. He wore a very simple, worn out, and slightly tattered on the bottom, gray traveling cloak; a gift of his grandparent. It was the only piece of cloth on him that made his hair actually look clean. Under the cloak a tight hoary and metallic armor was visible covering the halfling’s chest and waist. Speaking of which, on the right side of his waist he carried two small quivers, one black and the other brown. Strapped to his back was a large wooden bow.\n\n“ Well then comrades, like the Colonel said, my name is Agamil Ponciano Furtado ”, he makes a simple nod with his head towards the group, “ should we get going to the barracks now, or explore the fort area? ”. A dim curiosity tone could be noticed in the halfling’s voice by the more perceptive ones." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nGilraen is a tall, muscular man, with broad shoulders and strong arms. His eyes are a deep grey color and his shoulder-length brown hair is tied back in a warriors tail. Underneath his clothes you can just glimpse the silvery sheen of the elven armor he wears, on his back you can see a bow of extraordinary quality and two rather large blades, which are the legendary twin bastard swords his great-grandfather crafted and wielded when the war just started.\n\nHe is an amiable enough fellow, but like most soldiers can be a bit gruff. When he first served in the military he got a cut straight across his left eye, leaving a scar that reaches down all the way to his jaw, it tends to scare people off, but hey, what soldier doesn't have a scar or two.\n\n\nLooking at the rest of the group he introduces himself: \"Well I'm Gilraen son of Galdorin and this here is Agrael, my faithful companion, pleased to meet you.\" he says, gesturing toward the rather large looking wardog. \"I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I sure could use a bite of somethink to eat right now, lets check out the mess first, the barracks will still be there in an hour\" he replies to the halfling." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n\nThis Human of average height and slim build before you appears to be a competent light-fighter, to judge by his arms and armor. He wears a well-made chain shirt that seems too light to be made of steel. There is a dagger strapped to each leg, and on each arm, plus one more on his belt, across from a small pouch. Over his right shoulder you can see the hilt of a longsword, and a cap of a quiver. Over his left should, a finely crafted longbow is visible. Also visible is the edge of a shield.\nHis strangely slitted eyes glow violet, contrasting with his shoulder-length dark reddish hair, even though it's tied back. He raises his gauntleted right hand as a hawk swoops down to land.\n\nGrinning, I chuckle, That seems to happen regularly. Probably also part of why promo's aren't regular. Varthol Heldar by name, scout of sorts by training, somewhat crazy by nature. Call me Var. I don't know about the rest of you, but, I'm planning on dropping some of my stuff in our barracks. That is, unless boss-lady wants to say something to us. I turn and face the aforementioned boss-lady, Captain Celeste Guerrier, and nod. As an afterthought, I nod at Lieutenant Gilraen as well.\n Although, food does sound good right now. \n \n Spoiler \n\nReposting link to char-sheet for easy access. Varthol Heldar \n " }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": "A great smile overtakes the halfling’s face when the tall human named Gilraen brings up the subject food. If there is something that Agamil enjoys as much as a good book, is food; but no one putting their eyes for the first time on the halfling would guess that by his slim build. “ That would be a great idea sir ”, and then he saw it.\n\nHe took a few steps behind when he laid his eyes on the dog. It was there all along, but if Gilraen had not mentioned he would not have noticed the canine, and he would be better off that way to tell you the truth. Agamil had a terrible fear of dogs. Small ones or big ones, he feared them all. He feared the smaller ones less than the big ones, because he knew the smaller wouldn’t attack him after an arrow or two against their noses. But Gilraen’s was big, bigger than big, and on top of that the canine seemed to have been bred for war; the smile on the face of the halfling soon disappeared, and again he took a few steps behind, vaguely hiding himself behind Varthol.\n\nWith a slightly worried voice he replied to the tall warrior, “ You know what, I think I’ll visit the….the barracks with mister Varthol here whenever he is ready to go ”.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPosting the sheet here for easy access like javcs did: Agamil \n " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack Harkness \n\nJack smiled thinly at his new compatriots. He was a short, wiry kid. His only concession to armor was a shirt of chainmail, and at either hip he wore a longsword and a handaxe that were well cared-for but otherwise unremarkable. He seemed, in fact, utterly unremarkable himself. He looked like any number of men in the army, and could have passed for any new recruit fresh from basic training.\n\n \"Sounds good to me,\" he said simply, though he nodded at their new commander in deference first.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSure, why not?: http://www.shonuffstudios.com/gothmo...iew.php?id=132 \n " }, { "author": "Random NPC", "message": " Frederick Broadshield \n\nFrederick is a tall and strong looking man. His beard is thick for a young soldeir like him and his hair is long and tied down, an obvious feature of a Pelorian Cleric. His breastplate shows a sun with the face of a bearded man, made of gold and silver. He keeps a hammer on his side and a bow, a quiver, a longsword and a shield on his back.\n\n \"You know, I would opt for leaving some things behind, as I'm carrying some things on my bag. Nourishment is essential, but Pelor will not take our food any faster than our equipment can take our strength.\" He says, with a smile.\n\n \"As you can see, I'm Frederick Broadshield and I'm going to be the one in charge of keeping you alive. But you better help me there too.\" His smile still on his face and his tone of voice is relaxed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n here's the new profile for Frederick \n " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nThe tall blonde shows up at fort-outpost NF23 on a strong-looking war-horse. She sits tall, in a regal posture as she has to set an example for the rest of the troops. She has commanded small squads before, and she knows how important it is to keep her men focused and disciplined. \"Against demons, lowering one's guard even a bit can be fatal\" she thinks. She is wearing an emerald-colored headband around her head, contrasting and complementing her blue eyes and golden hair nicely. She looks to be wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the military's insignia, and a pair of sturdy leather breeches. Her boots are black. She would be considered toned, but not ovwerly muscled, and her chain hangs from a belt.\n\nArriving, she dismounts quickly, and sends her horse off with a squire to be stabled. As Celeste falls in line, her long radiant hair flows a bit behind her in the breeze. She raises her left hand in a salute as she stands in attention. \"Sir yes sir! she says when Colonel Karn went over her area of expertise. She gives another salute when the unit is dismissed, and then turns cripsly to face the other members of the unit.\n\n \"Specialized Unit Omega 7 members, listen up! As you may or may not know, I am Captain Guerrier. Despite what the good Colonel said, we start proving ourselves TODAY. We are professionals, and that not only applies to the battlefield, but also to the little everyday things as well. We will go put away our things in the barracks, and then you are all free to go see the chef for food. There will be no slack or laziness in my unit, for the demons never tire in their march of destruction.\" With that, she grabs her things and turns to head towards the barracks." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n\nAfter hearing Celeste's speech, my eyes widen and I think to myself, Uh-oh. Boss-lady's got a stick up her ***. So what if she is? There are ways to deal with that, you know. Shuttup. Turning to Sekren, I send her to check out the fort from the air.\n\nI ask a nearby soldier directions to Omega 7's barracks, then take off at a run, wanting to get there and back out before the boss-lady arrives." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack \n\nJack dipped his head in something that was neither a nod nor a bow, before wordlessly following along behind Varthol at a slower, more ambling pace. He had only a backpack with him, but he didn't intend to try his new commander's patience just yet." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nSeeing the reaction of the halfling, Gilraen can't help but laugh. \"No need to worry, master halfling, Agrael here is a good lad. He has been my companion for quite a while now. At home my children used to play with him and ride him adn he always endulged them very patiently. If you let him, I'm sure he will become a good friend of you as well, he tends to like small folk.\" \n\nHearing the tyrade of the Captain he is a bit suprised, but then again he had seen a zealot commander or two in his day in the army. \"Yes, ma'am\" he respondes and turns to follow.\n Guess food will have to wait for now...ah well lets see what this base looks like. " }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\nThe halfling nodded at the comments of Gilraen and took a few steps away from his ‘hideout’, still trying to keep distance from the dog but with a calmer look on the face, he was going to say something, but stopped as the commander started her speech. He remained in silence during his commander speech, nowadays he knew better than interrupting a person like mrs. Guerrier.\n\nAfter all was over the halfling nodded, and walked away with Gilraen, keeping as much distance as he could from the man’s dog." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "Omega 7's barracks are in a 30 by 20 foot room with 3 sets of bunk beds. It in no way seems that the carpenters took to much time smoothing out the walls as they are still rough in many places and the corners of the room are rounded. Across from the bunk beds along the wall is a work desk and a set of 6 lockers with each member of the units name written on one.\n\nWith in Celeste's marked locker Celeste and only Celeste may find a letter with her name on one side and two seals on the other. The first seal is a black wax seal bearing the military s insignia the second is a read wax seal with a singe open eye on it. Celeste will instantly recognize this as meaning for your eyes only.\n\n\n\nAnyone who goes to the Chow tent will see 3 rows of 5 table. Serving food behind a counter is who a short fat Orc who looks as if he may be part Hobgoblin as well. In front of him on the counter is a sign that says \"Yes Its Food\". He appears to be serving what looks like fish, but your unsure what kind, a ground meat, potatoes, some kind of mushy vegetable and bread rolls that actually look quite good." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n\nI open my locker, hang my cloak there, shut it, and toss my bedroll on the top bunk nearest the door, deliberately not overly neatly. After dropping my stuff off, I head to the mess tent.\n\nSeeing the available options, I decide to go out on a limb and try some of everything, under the theory that at least some of it has to be reasonably healthy. If not, well, I can always hunt something down. " }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack Harkness \n\nJack tosses his pack in his locker, shucks off his chain shirt, and crawls into the bottom bunk furthest from the door, back to the door.\n\nIt had been a long day for him, and he'd decided he'd rather forego food and being social in favor of sleep.\n\nIf they someone required his presence, they could wake him.\n\n((OOC: I'm not sure how often I'll be able to post over the next couple of days, so I figured Jack can catch up on his sleep if I'm otherwise occupied, unless things get underway quickly.))" }, { "author": "Random NPC", "message": " Frederick Broadshield \n\nAfter the words of the Captain, he said no other word. He was used to taking orders for those higher than him and those words were true. He proceed to leave most of his things on his locker, only keeping his maul and armor.\n\nFrederick proceeded to eat, taking his plate and sitting down to take some food.\n\n \"Pelor, bless my food, for it will give me the strength to smite my foes.\" He prayed with his eyes closed and making a holy gesture.\n\nHe began to eat." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nAt the barracks he unpacks his things, spreads his bedroll on one of the beds, puts the rest of his things in his locker. He will place his bow and quiver next to his bed, since he probably won't be needing them, but former service in the military had tought him that one should always be ready for battle, so he wil keep his armor on and his swords on his back. Once again silently thanking his elven friend for giving him this armor, his old one would have been a real pain to have to wear all the time.\n\nAfter a moments comsideration he decides that, as the Luitenant, he should give the right example. He step toward Celeste and with a salute asks: \"Captain ma'am, if there is nothing else you require I would like to ask leave to go and have a bite to eat.\" " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nCaptain Guerrier leads the group to the room assigned to Omega 7. Once there, she surveys the room quickly and says, \"You are free to assign bunking arrangement amongst yourselves, but I will be taking the bottom bunk closest to the door.\" As the leader, she must not be/appear to be afraid of wading into danger first. The tall woman puts down her bow and quiver, resting them against the wall near her bunk. She has no armor to take off, and her spiked chains stay hanging from her belt.\n\nAs she hears her Lieutenant speak, she responds, \"Permission granted, Lieutenant Gilraen. Even I have no idea what mission we will be sent on tomorrow. This may be the last proper meal we eat in a while. I will be along soon. With that, she investigates her locker and finds the letter. Taking it out, she examines it, turning it over a few times. She takes it back to her bunk and proceeds to open it to read it." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "The letter reads:\nCeleste Guerrier congratulations on your new post, how ever I feel that you must have at least a few questions. As I'm sure you know you have been given along with others in your unit a higher rank that even a normal specialist unit would be give. This is because you are not a normal specialist unit. When the war started the government began a project to bring powerful individuals into the control of the government. In those times these people were often free lance adventures with no tie to government, but could often meet challenges that the military could not. All these years later the program goes on Omega seeks out special individuals who are loyal to the nation, this war and our goals. We now can pull people from the ranks of the military to form these special units. Be aware that the people of your unit have fighting skills and abilities that rival that of many captains. Be aware that while you may take orders from Karn most of the time you are under a jurisdiction. There will be times when we modify or other wise change the directives given to you by Karn.\nYou may feel free to share this first bit of information with your unit, this next part however is need to know only and concerns Varthol Heldar.\n\nHeldar is special in that he is what is known as a Hollowed. Hollowed are tied to ancient demons bound to a transqusiplane of existence long before recorded time. So powerful were they that the other demons of the abyss feared them and at great cost stored them away. When Graz'zt move are plane that planes seal was cracked and these demons were made connections to certain individuals. While we believe these demons are incredibly dangerous to us at this time there is nothing we can do to sever there connection to our plane. From what are research has showed even if Varthol were to die his demon would form a connection to a new person, a person that would perhaps be out of our control. While we feel this situation is dangerous we also feel that if we learn enough about these demons and connection to people like Varthol we may be able to harness there power to help win this war in a drastic way. We'll be asking you to file reports to us on a regular basis with a special focus on the action of Varthol. The demon may at times assume some amount of control over him especially when at times when Varthol calls on its powers. The demon is evil beyond any thing even you have seen but so far even in control Varthol has never attacked a comrade in all his years of service. Varthol did not ask for this he is not evil and you should not treat him as a monster but be careful of him as well.\n\nWe will be contacting you again shortly.\n\nSigned,\nOmega command.\n\n\nP.S. Are letters light on fire after the whole thing is read so you should drop this on something that is not flammable right about now!\n\n\n((Feel free to role play this however you want))." }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\nThe halfling only carried a few objects with him, and from those few he wouldn’t like to be set apart. He then stood there as his comrades chose which bunk they wanted, and picked whichever was empty by the time they had ended their choosing process.\n\nHe wasn’t hungry, “but a bit o’ food aint never too much” like he used to say himself. And so, he left the barracks with Gilraen, giving a nod to their captain as he walked by her towards the door." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "Despite its looks the mushy vegetable turns out to be quite good, having a good amount of spice to it. The fish while over done was not bad but not great. The ground meat on the other hand makes you want to question the sign. Around the mess tent there are a number of other soldiers talking and playing cards and dice.\n\n\n\n\n((At this point you can guys can talk to each other or hit the barracks or what ever I have not major other plot points planed for this game day))" }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": " \n\nDark Gray is the barracks complex, it contains sleeping quarters, armory as well as Armor and weapon smithy on the main floor. The second floor is all sleeping quarters as well and the basement acts in much the same way with the addition of a great deal of storage space. The Smith does mostly repair work on Armor and Weapons and is the only Dwarf stationed on base, he has a number of assistance of other races working with him.\n\nThe Black is command central you will be receving missions in this building it is all so contains the quarters of Colonel Karn and his offices.\n\nThe light brown is open area in between the walls most often being used as a training area.\n\nThe Yellow is the Pelorian temple and smaller boxes to the side are smaller shrines.\nThe Pink is the hospital. Notable the temple and hospital are the only buildings built into the rock that have windows closer inspections reveals that metal plating can be pulled over the windows in times of heavy attack.\n\nThe green building is everyones favorite mess tent.\n\nThe blue building is the officers club and the red is the post office/general store. By General store I mean very general you can buy like playing cards, rope, occasional luxury good.\n\n\n((See OOC thread))." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "After having eaten in the mess tent Omega 7 hit the bunks getting some sleep before there first real day. Early in the morning a young boy comes to the barracks of Omega 7 waking the squad.\n\nStanding just under 4 feet tall the boy all ready has the mannerisms of a member of the army despite his young age. Standing at attention he says quite loudly\n\"Captain Guerrier, excuse me for a waking you sir, but Colonel Karn wishes to see you your team in his briefing room ready for a mission as soon as you can be readied.\"" }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nWoken by the boy's message, Gilraen gets up and dryly remarks \"Ah yes, the relish of being awoken by a yelling messenger, I'd almost forgotten about that part.\" Then he gets up and gets ready to go to the Colonel. \"Guess breakfast will have to wait\" he mutters under his breath." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n He said as soon as we can be readied. HEY! KID! Is this an urgent immediate life-or-death situation? I reply to Gilraen. If it isn't, I don't feel quite 'readied' before having had breakfast. " }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\nThe halfling is startled by the commotion inside the quarters caused by yells of the young lad. Putting his head above the sheets that previously covered his entire body Agamil takes a peek, revealing the brown bird nest that was his head.\n\nAfter listening to Varthol and Gilraen he speaks with a drowsy voice, “ You know what, I like the way you think mister Varthol ”." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": "((OOC: Man, I am having a hard time remembering to post this last week.))\n\n Jack Harkness \n\nFrom the back corner came a prodigious, jaw-cracking yawn as Warrant Office Harkness struggled back to awareness. For all that he had been in the service of his country for over a year, he had never really managed to pick up much (read: any.) military precision.\n\n \"Food?\" he wondered aloud, approvingly, easily sidetracked from thoughts of the messenger in their midst." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "\"Well breakfast might be ok, but the last time some one stopped to eat when Colonel Karn ASAP order I believe he made the officer run sprints around the base in there under-were, it was also winter time. If I recall correctly he had to be treated in the temple for frost bite. But then he said as soon as you could be ready which is a little different from an ASAP order I suppose. Up to you I guess.\" Looking quite smug he starts to turn away." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nLaughing loudly Gilraen exclaimes \"Well, then breakfast it is!!!\" and as he steps out he holds the door for anyone crazy enough to accompany him to the mess-hall." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n Ah, I love it when I'm brilliant like this. Race to the mess hall anyone? I grin broadly as I head off to the mess hall." }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\nAgamil laughs as he sees Varthol running towards the door, “ I think mister Varthol likes food even more than I do ”. He then jumps out of the bed and gets ready to run after Varthol, but he remembers how much the military folk would be mad if he left the bed unmade. On the back of his mind Agamil remembers that the food is not that good, but it is good enough to endure the scolding one would receive for not making the bed.\n\nAnd so, he runs after Varthol, still with the hair looking like a mess of a bird nest." }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Grishnakh \n Gilraen \n\nWoken by the boy's message, Gilraen gets up and dryly remarks \"Ah yes, the relish of being awoken by a yelling messenger, I'd almost forgotten about that part.\" Then he gets up and gets ready to go to the Colonel. \"Guess breakfast will have to wait\" he mutters under his breath. \n \n\n Celeste Guerrier \n\nCeleste had slept lightly last night, her mind busy sorting out her first impressions about the squad, and also about the self-destructing letter she had received. \"I...I can trust that Hallowed right? Command says he's been relatively harmless to friendlies so far, and I've seen nothing to indicate otherwise. I'll just have to wait and see.\" \n\nWhen the messenger walks through the door, Celeste is already half awake. She sits up, slightly groggy as she listens to the messenger, and says, \"Thank you for the message. We'll be there shortly. You may go.\" \n\nShe quickly washes her face at a washing bin, making herself presentable. Then, she turns to her comrades. \"Alright. The colonel says that we're to be readied when we go see him. And in my squad, readied means you are ready to do your duty as a soldier. Before you head out, you are expected to be in any armor you usually fight in, and your weapons must be at your side.\" \n\nFor Celeste, getting ready is almost trivial, as all she has to do to take a few seconds to put on her army-regulation clothes, strap on her weapons, and she is done. Looking at Gilraen, she adds, \"Lieutenant, if you would be so kind as to get some of the breakfast that is not very messy to carry, I'd appreciate it. After you are done eating, just bring some for me. I'm heading straight to Colonel Karn.\" \n\nWith that, she picks up her bag, and she (and all of her belongings here) leave for Colonel Karn's office." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nAt Celeste's request he look back and answers \"Yes ma'am, I won't keep you waiting.\" The hurries off the the mess for a quick breakfast and to get something that at least looks edible for the captain.\nHer remark on being readied did not fall on deaf ears with him. A few years in the service will teach you soon enough to never go anywhere without arms and armor." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n Agamil, an army, and by extension, a soldier, marches on its stomach. \n\nI heard the captain's words, and rolled my eyes as I'd already geared up in front of her.\n\nI eat whatever looks good in the mess tent quickly, then head off to the Colonel's office for the briefing." }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\nThe halfling rushed his breakfast, remembering to put a couple slices of bread and any food that had a taste similar to bacon on the inner pocket of his jacket wrapped on a piece of table cloth. He stood up feeling satisfied with a huge smile on his face, and turning to Varthol, still with a huge smile on his face, “ Aye, aye. A very wise thing to say comrade, and I couldn’t agree more ”.\n\nHe then ran back to the barracks, clumsily dressing his armor quickly over his yellow shirt, putting his jacket over the armor, throwing his backpack over his shoulders and finally strapping his quivers on his waist. With the bow on hands, he ran to the Colonel’s office." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack Harkness \n\nJack tagged along with the breakfast crowd, practically asleep on his feet. Only by fortuitously falling asleep with his weapons still attached to his belt did he manage not to wander off without them." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "Note: anyone can read this as you will be in formed by Captain Guerrier of all this info eventual, you may also have your character come in \"late\" if you would like to ask a question.\n\nOnce Captain Guerrier makes it Karn's offices and brief room, she finds the the briefing room filled. Looking around the room she sees that the room has been set up with room for a total of 3 squads two squads are all ready in the room and both have Captain rank members.\n\n\"Nice of you to join us Captain Guerrier, it would also be nice to see the rest of your squad but, let me guess they stopped for breakfast?\"\n\n\"I don't have time to wait so you can fill your squad in as need be. I should first introduce you to Captain Slegis and Captain Tora\" Karn points out the two other Captains as he says there names.\n\nBoth of the Captains are wearing full Golem armor with the exception of the helmets. Captain Slegis is human of dark skin color and hair sitting next to him is a Maul and Heavy shield.\nCaptain Tora is a female elf with blond hair and fair skin, her Elven beauty is only by blemished only by scars across her right eye and left check.\n\n\"Now down to it about an hour ago we found out that a caravan of 3 cargo trucks and may be in our area outside the 'safe' zone. The 3 trucks are color coded Yellow, Blue and Green. Yellow and blue contain materials from a mining operation that the 'nomes' are working on and are of great strategic importance. Are mission is to recover yellow and blue, as well as green if possible. I'm attaching a hunter group to each of your units for this mission. The search are has been divied up into 3 areas one for each of your groups, Captain Slegis will take the easter most area, Captain Tora the western and Captain Guerrier the Nothern most. As well your units are to be given flares with corresponding colors to be launched when each convoy truck is found as well as an assistance flare if you get in over your heads. Any questions?\"" }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nHurrying over with his and the captains breakfast, Gilraen steps quietly into the room as he can hear that the Colonel has already started \"... our area outside the 'safe'zone. ...\"\n Well, he could have given us a bit more time. Or maybe the messenger got delayed or something. \nHe sits down next to Celeste and without speaking gives her the breakfast he had gotten for her. Then he listenes intently as he eats his own breakfast." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n\nArriving shortly after Gilraen, I curse mentally, and slip into one our seats. \" ... The 3 trucks are ...\"\n\n hmm, interesting for a briefing. If we found out an hour ago, why'd it take so long to get us all together? " }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\n“ Something is gonna happen. Something is gonna happen. ”, running like a madman the way Agamil was he knew something was bound to happen, when he sees Varthol on the distance, heading towards the tent, “ I guess I’m not that late, there is mister Vart-- ”, WHAM ; with a somewhat loud noise he tripped on his own legs just outside the colonel tent’s door as his mind started to go back to the breakfast.\n\n“ At least it wasn’t inside the tent, miss Celeste would probably beat me senseless ” he thought as he cleared the dust and sand on his clothes, getting up and silently entering the tent to sit beside Gilraen, Varthol and captain Guerrier, when the colonel began to mention the trucks’ colors." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack \n\nJack wandered inside late, missing the entire speech, and sits as far to the back as the situation allows." }, { "author": "Random NPC", "message": " Frederick Broadshield \n\nFrederick enters the tent behind Jack. He had spend most of his morning praying to Pelor and asking him for guidance and power to complete his tasks.\n\n\" I hope I didn't miss much. \" He thinks.\n\nOOC: I prepared some spells, mostly expecting to act as a healer if needed." }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nCeleste gives a salute at the beginning of the meeting, and says, \"I am pleased to make your acquaintence, Captain Tola and Captain Slegis.\" \n\nShe listens to the briefing with interest. At the end, she asks, So, we are to scour the region looking for any sign of these supply wagons, and then escort them back to this base safely? Am I correct? And, we should prioritize the green wagon below the other wagons? " }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": " \"Yes that would be correct, the green wagon is a secondary objective only\" Looking at the members of the unit wandering it he says with a twitching eye \"Captain Guerrier your new here so I'll let this slide this time but when you are summoned to my brief room I expect your whole unit to arrive quickly\" \n\n\n\n\nIf there are no other questions Karn starts to turn off to the side and says \"I expect all teams to leave with in the half hour, good luck\" " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nCaptain Guerrier gives a crisp, \"Yes sir.\" without flinching. When all of the squad has gathered around, she'll turn to them and say, \"You heard the Colonel. From now on, now means NOW, and not 'after breakfast'. You now all have a little bit of time to do any last minute business you may have. Meet me at the base entrance. We leave in 10 minutes.\" " }, { "author": "Random NPC", "message": " Frederick Broadshield\n \n\" Yes, ma'am! \" He says without hesitating.\n\nFrederick walks fast towards the barracks and gathers his equipment. It's going to be a rescue mission of sorts. I would guess we will find enemies along the way, but Pelor will protect us. \n\nAfter gathering all of what he will need, he walks to the entrance and waits for the rest of the team." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n Hells. I think to myself.\n Why do I have the feeling that this isn't gonna be as easy as we think? Ah, well, see you guys at the gates. \n\nI head to the entrance, calling Sekren to me on my way there.\nWhile waiting for everyone else to show, I double-check the edges of my blades, and look out at the area beyond the gates to the north.\n\nOOC: If there's a map of the area put up somewhere in the general areas of the base, Varthol will check it out first, but paying the most attention to the areas the group has been assigned. After looking at it briefly, he goes directly to the gates at a jog." }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n\n“ Aye ma’am ”, says the halfling with a saddened face after hearing that there would be no more breakfasts because the old grumpy colonel said so, and miss Guerrier confirmed. “ And you would think a colonel would understand that man or halfling, we all need a full belly to fight ”; with this thought in mind that the halfling runs back to the barracks in order to strap his old backpack to his back, and get his rather worn traveling cloak, to only then head to the gates." }, { "author": "dyslexicfaser", "message": " Jack Harkness \n\nJack nods, thinking sadly about the messhall. \"Sir.\" was his only comment.\n\nHe briefly checks his weapons and armor, finding both satisfactory, and heads off to the designated meeting spot. He doesn't need anything else for any mission his commanders might give him." }, { "author": "Grishnakh", "message": " Gilraen \n\nHe confirms the orders with a silent salute and turns to the barracks. He only needs to get his backpack, everything he has is in it so he'd better hope he doesn't need anything else.\nOn his way to the gates he gives a sharp whistle and loudly calls \"Agrael!!\" and immediately the big dogs comes running out of the mess hall, where he had left him with a breakfast of his own." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "Once the first member of the group come to the gate a man walks up to them and says\n \"I'm looking for Captain Guerrier, I'm Lieutenant Myers the head of the 5th Hunter unit we've been assigned to assist your group in your mission.\" \n\nThe chief from the mess tent is also at the gate passing out bread and other rations to toughs leaving to go on assignments. In addition there are small bowls that member of different groups are chowing down before they leave. If anyone asks about it he says:\n \"That is Dragons Breath chilly, one of my specialties, careful its hot\" \n\npopping out of no were the young boy who awoke the group says \"By hot he means like a bowl full of lava, but its good stuff on cold winter days\" dipping some bread in the chilly and taking a bite the boys face turns red, coughing he turns to the cook \"WOW... nice batch Fraunk, thats a really good batch.\" Seeming quite pleased with himself Fraunk smiles in approval of the young boys comments, \"My name is Raymond by the way, you can call me Ray. If you ever need anything just ask I've been living on this base most of my life so I know all the ins and outs\" " }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n She should be along shortly, Lieutenant. What exactly do you and your unit members specialize in? I respond to the soldier, looking him and his troops over. Heh, chain of command's gonna be a pain. So you don't tell him your rank - you're supposed to be clever enough to figure such things out, you know. You thought I was gonna give him my rank? You should know me better than that. \n Bowl full of lava? Intriguing. I grab a bowl of chili, and start eating it. Mmm, nice. " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nCeleste is the first person to arrive, since she was already packed and geared. I am Captain Guerrier. Welcome, Lieutenant. Omega 7 welcomes your assistance. If you have time, would you please brief me on the capabilities of your hunter unit as we gather some foodstuffs for the trip?\" \n\nShe walks slowly, chatting with Myers on the way to the chef. She is grateful for the chance to eat something before she goes, and takes a few day's worth of trail rations and and other non-perishables. When she sees the chili, she balks. \"Wait a minute. I remember Dragon's Breath chili. The first time I had it my eyes actually watered for 5 minutes. Keep those chili away from me!\" It appears that Captain Guerrier isn't fond of spicy foods." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": " \"Captain my unit is specialized in stealth tracking and reckon work our combat focus is Archery. As well unit members have knowlege of operation of transport vehicles, I believe that is part of the reason my unit was selected for this in case we find the targets.\"\n \n\n\n\nAlso anyone who tries the chili needs to make a fortitude saving throw. Sadly so far this only means Varthol Heldar but if others eat it as well they should make the save. Trust me its not all bad." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \nI really hope I don't fail ... that would suck.\n " }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": "You gain a +1 moral bonus on fortitude saving trows against cold and cold effects for the rest of the day. Also your face turns red for next few minuets as you try to hold back tears." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": "OOC: That's handy." }, { "author": "StickMan", "message": " \"Well now then ma'am if there is nothing else it seems we should start heading out\" " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerrier \n\nCeleste shakes her head. \"Not all of my men are gathered yet, Lieutenant. They have another 5 minutes to get here before disciplinary measures are employed. I have confidence in them.\" " }, { "author": "XiaoTie", "message": " Agamil \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: I thought it was somewhat of a simple interpretation that Agamil headed to the gates (like written on my previous post) and consequently arrived. Well, if it isnt I shall post again.\n \n\n\nThe halfling runs as fast as his little legs allow him to. He arrives sweaty and breathing heavily with his loaded backpack hanging from his right shoulder, almost flying from there when Agamil suddenly stopped in front of the group. Quickly he grabs the backpack and strap it on both shoulders this time, to only then salute miss Guerrier and the rest of the group with he proper military salute. Agamil receives his rations and store them away on his backpack while waiting for whatever comes next." }, { "author": "javcs", "message": " Varthol Heldar \n I'd say leave without them, but we might need them. C'mon, Captain, this is good. Best chili I've had. Doesn't even taste like it's from the military. Agamil, you'd like it. I wave a spoon at boss-lady whilst in between mouthfuls of the chili. Finishing it, I place the bowl on the pile of used bowls.\n\nI pull a one of my daggers to check the edge and idly toss it from hand to hand in boredom." }, { "author": "Random NPC", "message": " Frederick Broadshield \n\n\" I would say we leave now. \" He says after coughing from the chili vapors around him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI think it was safe to assume I was with the party all the time. I think now I won't have problem posting.\n " }, { "author": "Frosty", "message": " Celeste Guerriere \n\nAfter allowing for a few minutes for the chili to be enjoyed (by others), Celeste clears her throat. \"Ahem! Men, we are now leaving. Lieutenant Myers, since your hunter unit probably knows the surrounding geography better, you shall take the lead. Let us depart.\" " } ]
[ { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "A few days out of port, the ship is thrown off course by a terrible storm, and runs aground on one of the many unknown reefs in the White Sea. The sea vomits many pieces of flotsam on to the beach, including yourselves." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "[OOC: What ship? Were we all sailing for distant lands, in search of mighty adventure? I guess I'll go with that premise in mind. Is it rainy or sunny? Night or day?\n\nAlso, is it alright for me to use a different name than my login name?]\n\nCough! Cough! The sea-soaked explorer tried to empty his lungs of the foamy saltwater that had filled them only seconds before. Then the taste of the saltwater spewing from his lips nauseated his stomach, and he vomited up the rest. Afterwards, his arms failed him and he fell to the sand beside his sickness, weak from his previous ordeal. He reflected on how it had all happened.\n\nThe storm had come out of nowhere, taking both the ship and its sailors by suprise. Fierce winds had caught the sails before the sailors could reign them in, and the ship had been blown largely off course, so much so that it had evidently come upon shallow water. As the ship fell, the explorer had been thrown overboard, caught by the waters, and dashed upon the beach of... Wherever he was.\n\nChecking his person, the explorer verified that, while every part of his being was wet, none of his equipment was missing.\n\n That's the good thing about being an explorer, I guess. He thought to himself. Nothing to lose. \n\nStanding up, the explorer tested his legs - they seemed to be fine, after his short rest - and checked his surroundings. Several other people were likewise recovering their bearings - it seemed that he was not the only person who had washed up on the beach. He then turned his gaze inward on the land, away from the sandy beach and watery ocean.\n\n[OOC: Could I get a good description of the area visible from the beach?]" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "A shambling corpse rose slowly from the depths were it had sunk, seaweed still clinging to its unliving flesh. It starts walking along the beach, looking for survivors, either for food or company, until it notices the others, and begins heading toward them, vomiting the water and diverse rubbish that obstructed its throat, so to be able to talk, in case it became neccesary for its survival.\n\n((Eee, a bit short. Oh well, I'll do better next time))" }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "The wizard got up and dusted his cloak. As he did so, he inspected the beach they had stranded upon.\n \"Hrmpf\" he mumbled. He was extremely moody and seemed to take the ship stranding as a personal offence. As he inspected the other people (or whatever they were) stranded on the island, he suddenly realised his cloak had been more than adequately dusted. He quickly removed his hand, somewhat embarrased.\n\nSuddenly, the wizard spotted something in the sand, and he seemed to cheer up a great deal. He quickly got down on his knees and pulled out his golden, questionmark shaped cane. He rose triumphantly and held the object above his head. He was complete again!\n This day might turn out to be not so bad after all- he thought. But his cheer didn't last long, as he soon noticed that he had gotten sand all over his precious purple cloak again by kneeling down. The wizard grumbled and started dusting it again." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " Altharis, Defender of Walruskind! \n\nWhen the storm hit, Altharis was prepared.\n\nNot prepared by any previous flash of insight, nor prepared by a sheer Cub Scout-like readiness. No.\n\nAltharis was prepared....by biology!\n\nNot his own physical form of course (Gnomes? Swimming?), but that of his trusty walrus sidekick, Jarlsberg.\n\nAs soon as the first banks of thunder started to rumble, as if struck by the hammer of the gods themselves, Jarlsberg's sound reception organs perked up. When the first waves began to splash over the deck, Jarlsberg and his master were already out of the rickety boat and swimming next to it, to avoid any wreckage. And when the first bolts of lightning commenced stabbing down from the heavens, like celestial daggers of purifying fire, Jarlsberg.....well, he panicked. But that's natural. Though Altharis did manage to calm him, speaking to him in his walrusy language.\n\nAfter the storm, Altharis and his walrus friend circled the beach, looking around to see if any survivors had...well...survived, and also getting the lay of the land imprinted onto their salt-wracked brains.\n\n((I'd like a noice description of the greater beach area, if you please.))\n\nOnce survivors were found, our heroes wasted no time in speeding over there, to take an inventory and lay on hands flippers.\n\n\" Hail, fellow travellers! \" Was our gnomish friend's first cry, \" Be ye in need of aid? \"\n\nAnd so they listened, ears and sound reception organs generally directed to the four winds, for the sweet sound of any sign of life." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga washes up on the beach and at first is groaning. And island full of wild animals, savages, and then suddenly his groan turns into a homer simpson \"hmmm!\"\n\n\nWhere there's savages, there's young virgins to be gained by impressing the primitives with mudane things..\n " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": " Let's see what we have here... a black-hooded guy, probably neither tasty nor very talkitive, but at least he seems to be smart. Some weirdly familiar guy with a weird interogation mark staff-thing. Seems a bit out of it, better leave him alone. Mmmm, bite-size... No, I probably shouldn't eat a gnome. The walrus could make a fine dish though. And then there's... that guy. What is he doing anyway? He looks like he is plotting something. But then again, he seems like the kind of person that is always plotting something. He's skinny, probably gone bad since long. Oh well, it's not polite to eat someone you just met anyway. \n\nThe undying creature continued to approach the group, groaning a little as a plank that was lodged in his left leg hindered his movements a bit. He decided that since he wasn't going to eat anyone, he might as well strike a conversation, while hoping that the mortals wouldn't team on him because of the whole \"abomination against nature\" thing. With that decided, he headed toward the gnome, who seemed to be the most talkitive of them.\n\n \"Exx...\" \n\nHis voice cracked from underuse, but he quickly cleared it, and continued in the most normal manner his decaying windpipe would allow him.\n\n \"Excuse mee, but do yo... yooou know...\" \n This is getting on my nerves. Even though they stopped functioning Come on, you stupid body, do what I tell you to! \n \"... Where we mig...ht be?\" \n\nGetting tired of the plank impeding his movement, he took a time to retire it, and throw it away." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "The wizard finally managed cleaning his robes and moved on to different things. He suddenly noticed the zombie lurching around the beach. Now, he wasn't sure of this, as all zombies looked pretty much alike, but it seemed to be the one he had created several years prior and taken along with him in his suitcase. The whole suitcase thing was to prevent embarrasing circumstances such as this, where the daft undead made attempts at casual conversation. Another reason was, off course, to prevent him from dining on people's brains.\n\nHe walked over to the gnome and the undead and monitored the conversation, in case things would turn to braineating. Keeping at a distance from the walrus, in case the creature would try to hump his leg, he said \"Honestly, I have no idea at all where we are, because the narrator hasn't bothered giving us any description of this place besides the fact that this is beach\" , shattering the fourth wall completely." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Waking up from something of a sleep, Lars looks around him.\n\n \"Funny, I don't remember having beach camping planned today.\" \n\nThen he remembers about the ship and it's sinking.\n\n \"Hm, guess I should be happy that I find myself on a beach instead on the bottom of the ocean. With all this armor on I can swim as well as... our late ship.\" \n\nHe then starts rummaging in the sand and he soon pulls out a sword.\n\n \"Luck is still with me. Without my sword I wouldn't feel as good as I do now. But why do I have this feeling that something. or somebody, is missing?\" \n\nRight after saying that, his eyes widen and he smacks himself on the forehead. When he starts looking around he notices there are others on the beach, so he steps up to them.\n\n \"Well met travelers. My name is Lars, and looks like we're marooned together. I have a question for you. Has any of you perchance saw my traveling companion? She was on the same ship as I and you, but she is a little shy, so I doubt you saw her much. She is nymph that goes by the name of Lania. I would describe her, but I'm pretty sure everybody will know her if they see her.\" \n\nWith that, a little smile appears on Lars's face.\n\n((OOC: Apology for my late reply. I had one prepared yesterday, but FF crashed just before I pushed reply button. And after that I couldn't muster enought will for typing again 😏 ))" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie turned his head toward the wizard has he spoke, and frowned upon realising who he was. He didn't ressent his creator for making him what he was today, as undeath was not nearly as bad as what some people thought, except the craving for brains, which could be of some inconvinience. He didn't ressent the whole suitcase business either, since it was long since his undying body lost the ability to feel unconfortable. But still, the man creeped him out, and when someone managed to creep out an undead, there must be something very wrong with him, right? Maybe not, but one thing the zombie was sure was that if he was to try to put him in a suitcase again, this time, he wouldn't be so accomodating.\n\nT'was then, while the corpse was deep in his thoughts, that yet another survivor made himself known. He seemed even more talkitive than even the gnome, but he was talking mostly to himself. He seemed like a nice guy, a knight of some sort, a... Oh no, a paladin! He did look the part, and paladins typically don't tolerate the presence of undead, or braineating for the matter. Oh well, maybe he wasn't a paladin, only time would tell. Still, he decided to keep an eye on the man, just in case." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n [OOC: What ship? Were we all sailing for distant lands, in search of mighty adventure? I guess I'll go with that premise in mind. Is it rainy or sunny? Night or day? \n \n\nIt's your choice where you were going.\n\nIt's a bright and sunny day.\n\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n [OOC: Could I get a good description of the area visible from the beach?] \n \n\nLooking inland the beach quickly turns into dense forest.\n\nThe main thing you can hear, other than each other, is the sound of birds and insects coming from the forest, louder than anything you'd hear at home.\n\nThe beach curves around out of sight in both directions." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n [Also, is it alright for me to use a different name than my login name?] \n \n\nSure, no worries." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " \n Originally Posted by MrEdwardNigma \n Keeping at a distance from the walrus, in case the creature would try to hump his leg, he said \"Honestly, I have no idea at all where we are, because the narrator hasn't bothered giving us any description of this place besides the fact that this is beach\" , shattering the fourth wall completely. \n \n\n[OOC: LOL! XD\n\n@Mordekai: I understand better than you know exactly how that feels, and you have my sympathy.]\n\nThe explorer turns back towards the now-gathering group of people. A quick assessment of them tells him they are, like himself, adventurers, except perhaps for the zombie, which appears to be in conversation with a gnome on a walrus...\n\n Quite an odd bunch... The explorer thinks to himself. But can they handle themselves as they are? I guess I'll find out. \n \n Spoiler \nRoll to see if I can tell what races and classes everyone is: (1d12)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nHe walks over to the group and introduces himself with a short bow.\n\n \"Hello all. Is everyone alright? It seems we've been stranded alone on this beach, as I don't see any of the ship's crew around... Or most of the ship itself. \n \"I would normally say that we should simply walk along the beach until we either find signs of civilization, or we circle around, if this is an island, but as I don't think our DM has prepared for that, what say we instead venture into that dark and looming forest, where unspeakable creatures and painful death may await?\" He continues, breaking even the shattered remains of the fourth wall." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " Hello all. Is everyone alright? It seems we've been stranded alone on this beach, as I don't see any of the ship's crew around... Or the ship itself. \n\nYou can see bits of it." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n Roll to see if I can tell what races and classes everyone is: \n \n\nYou can all tell what race everyone is without having to roll. There aren't any classes in this system." }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": "I do what I am supposed to do, doing it where I am supposed to do it. I think...\n\nOOC: So, I am not here yet, but I thought I should announce my absence for those that do not check the old thread. I will be here, soon. Or so I hope.😉" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga looks over, it looks like he's staring blanky over to his right but really he's seeing what Ryuk knows about the living dead.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\" I can't see a name or anything on that ugly slow talking guy's head Koga.. Whatever that thing is, it isn't human.. There are apples on this island right? \"\n\nLight attempts to aquaint himself with the people he's stuck with better while trying to remain diplomatic and getout thier full names.\n\n\"Well, there's no point in standing around here, we should all introduce ourselves and look for a cave or something for the night.. My name is Yogowhomari Nekoton. What's your full names?\"\n\nRyuk looks over at Koga \"That's not your name.. oooooh! A fake one so they cannot use the deathnote against you! Smart boy.. Now find me some apples damnit!\" \n\nExpert check to bluff for name:\n (1d12)[ 11 ] \n\nExpert check to perusade others to give thier full-names:\n (1d12)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "At that very moment, a strange glow appears in the air, hovering above the beach." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koga \n Expert check to bluff for name:\n[roll0]\n\nExpert check to perusade others to give thier full-names:\n[roll1] \n \n\nOOC: try not to roll yourselves, because I might adjust the difficulty etc." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "[OOC: So should we just say when we're doing a check and what die we would normally use and you'll roll for us? Also, approximately where is the glow in comparison to the group?]\n\n \"Hold fast!\" The explorer says, turning to face the sudden appearance of light. In the same movement he draws his sword and has it ready, in case the light turned out to be something more malicious than a mere glow in the air. \"Identify yourself!\" He calls to the glow." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "As the zombie began talking to him, Altharis suddenly realised one very disconcerting thing: The GM hadn't mentioned a jungle before, and hadn't even responded to his statement about scouting around from the ocean and getting a wide-angle view of the beach! And then, before a proper character introducing conversation could even begin, he introduced a new point of the plot! Shock! He had to warn the others before it was too late:\n\n\" Everybody! Do not panic! I know exactly what's happening! Calm down! Now, let me explain: Do you notice how the DM hasn't fully described our surroundings in detail? \" The fourth wall takes another solid blow. \" So we can deduce that it's not an investigative campaign, as those are usually full of detail. And notice how he hasn't given us full time to introduce our characters before starting the plot with a glowing light? \" A roundhouse kick to the fourth wall, followed by a series of quick jabs. \" Then we can safely say that this will not be a roleplaying-heavy campaign, as those usually drag the opening discussions on for ages. But he is introducing a point of the plot, most likely a combat, at the start, so we can safely say that this will be and action-based, or at least action-filled, game. \" ....There goes what remained of the fourth wall. \" So basically, what I'm saying is: Draw your weapons and roll initiative! \"\n\nAfter that lengthy speech, he draws his sceptre and assumes a defensive stance around the others and Jarlsberg. (Mainly Jarlsberg.)" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "((OOC: Small laugh I think that one went a bit far 😁 Maybe we should keep the in-character speech in character from now on.))" }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "((OOC: Nevar! No fourth wall shall be left unbroken! Plus, what's a good game if I can't kindly nitpick the execution of it? 😁 Perfectionists unite!))" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "((OOC: I think we need an OOC thread.))" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie groaned again, visibly annoyed. He prepared to fight, even though his leading theory about the light was that it was the hole in the fourth wall that those fools had certainly peirced. At this rate, they would unravel reality itself and provoke the apocalypse. Hopefully not, but the if they insist so much on derailing the game, who knows.\n\n((OOC: Seriously now, I think this joke is already getting old))" }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n [OOC: So should we just say when we're doing a check and what die we would normally use and you'll roll for us? \n \n\nNo, just say what your character is trying to do 'in the story', and I'll decide on difficulty, what dice to use etc.\n\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n Also, approximately where is the glow in comparison to the group?] \n \n\na couple of metres away." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "The glow starts to emit a noise, a little like the humming of bees." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " Not the answer I was looking for... The explorer thought to himself, and he held his stance, putting himself between the group and the strange light. I just hope that whatever it is, it isn't malevolent. \n \"Is anyone a spellcaster?\" The explorer asked out loud to those behind him. \"Can you cast any spells that could help in this situation? Any non -violent spells?\" He added for emphasis." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Finally noticing the zombie, Lars looks at him and point at him with his sword.\n\n \"What is this mockery of life doing here? Don't tell me somebody of you is vile necromancer. Zombies, and indeed, all undead are to be destroyed on spot.\" \n\nJust when he readies himself to cleave the zombie to half he notices the strange glow and noise that is near to them.\n\n \"This is strange indeed. Perhaps you are right, we should investigate that. But I'm not very adept in the way of magic. Somebody else should probably do this better then I.\" \n\nHe then turn to zombie.\n\n \"I'm keeping my eyes on you, so don't get any ideas.\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n Not the answer I was looking for... The explorer thought to himself, and he held his stance, putting himself between the group and the strange light. I just hope that whatever it is, it isn't malevolent. \n \"Is anyone a spellcaster?\" The explorer asked out loud to those behind him. \"Can you cast any spells that could help in this situation? Any non -violent spells?\" He added for emphasis. \n \n\nThe wizard sneers.\n \"Ha! Non-violent spells? What's the use of that? If you like, I could electrify the glow though...\" \nThe wizard quickly moves on from this train of thought as the glow i glowy enough already without being jolted by a lightning bolt. Instead, he picks up a pebble and tosses it at the glow.\n\n[OOC: Oh, and I started the whole breaking of the fourth wall thing because it basically suits my character]" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": " So he is a paladin. Just my luck. \n\nThe zombie listened to Lars's rant without great interest, and smiled sweetly at him when he half-treatened him, which came out as very creepy, due to his rotting countenance. He suddenly found a liking in that light, since it seemed to be all that separated him from the pointy end of the knight's sword. He did not find any sudden liking for his creator however, but he refrained to point out right now that it was the wizard who cast the spells that raised him from the dead so as to not get on his bad side. The man was half-insane, as far as the zombie could see, but he could still be useful if the paladin attack, especially since he doesn't seem to be exactly fond of goody-two-shoes.\n\n((OOC: First post of the second page!😁 ))" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " \n Originally Posted by MrEdwardNigma \n [OOC: Oh, and I started the whole breaking of the fourth wall thing because it basically suits my character] \n \n\n[OOC: I continued it because it's a funny running joke. I just think there's a limit to how much we should do it IC.]\n\n \"I could electrify the glow though...\" \n \"Wait on that...\" The explorer answered, watching the stone apprehensively. He didn't think the stone would actually affect the hovering glow, but he wanted to see its reaction." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by MrEdwardNigma \n Instead, he picks up a pebble and tosses it at the glow. \n \n\nIt passes through the glow, as through normal air, and comes to rest on the other side." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "MrEdwardNigma shrugs.\n \"Well, that's that then, it's just air. Nothing to see here, just move along!\" he says, and he walks off toward the forest.\n\n(Are there any other points of interest around the beach besides the forest and the glow? Is the ship's wreckage somewhere in the vicinity?)" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "[OOC: Are there any mountains? Anything visible at all besides forest? One more thing - we need to get our character info into an OOC thread quick , before the signup thread gets deleted.]\n\nThe explorer, though, was not so easily convinced. He turned back to the group, but kept the glow in his peripheral vision. In my experience, 'just air' doesn't do things like that. He thought to himself. It the rock hadn't done anything, though, he wasn't going to press it.\n\n \"I suppose we have no choice. I don't see anything that can help us around here.\" The explorer responds. Sheathing his sword, he takes one last look around the area to see if there is anything useful among the wreckage of the ship scattered around the beach." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"If this glow doesn't seem to be dangreous all the better. However, I still have the matter of my missing companion to solve. Seeing that there is a forest nearby this is my next move. She hasn't been in her natural enviroment for some time, I'm sure she would be delighted to see some forest creatures again. If anybody of you wants to help me they are welcome to join.\" \n\nWith that, Lars walks towards forest, avoiding the strange glow." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "As Altharis heard the talk of wreckage, he decided to mention what he'd found earlier on his scouting trip.\n\n\" Good Comrades, before I came to this beach, I had the luxury of not being unconcious, unlike the rest of you, might I add. I took this magnificent opportunity to scout out the local beach area. Needless to say I found something. \" He then pulls an empty birdcage out of one of Jarlsberg's fold of blubber. Jarlsberg winces visibly. \" I saw the body of a stout rural-looking fellow, holding this in his dead hand. He had no other possesions on his body. So Jarlsberg and I dug a shallow trench and gave him a decent burial. I marked the spot where he lay, though. \"\n\nHe then offers the cage to whoever seems interested.\n\nThen he speaks to Lars: \" You request aid for your quest, defender of humanity? Then I, a defender of Walruskind, shall come with you! I have no little skill with my sceptre of office, and my healing spells are potent. I also carry the trap-disabling skills of my gnomish heritage. Waht say you, ser? \"" }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by MrEdwardNigma \n Is the ship's wreckage somewhere in the vicinity?) \n \n\nThe ship's wreckage is partly strewn across the beach, and it looks like there's some in the water." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "There is an enormous bang - the glow disappears, and in its place stands a strangely-clad woman. and bewildered-looking woman." }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The undead was going to follow the others, but was stopped by the huge sound. Turning around, he was left stunned for a second by the apparition of the woman. Collecting his thoughts, he slowly walked toward the delicious mysterious-looking woman, with the intent to eat greet her.\n\n Don't try to crack her skull open, don't try to crack her skull open, whatever you do, just don't try to crack her skull open. Just don't think about consuming human flesh... damnit! \n \"Er, hello, welcome to this... place. Pleased to meet you... whoever you are.\" \n\nWith that said, he extended his withering hand toward the woman." }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " The young woman, dressed in strange green clothes, looks bewildered. She rubs her head, apparently she had a headache.\n\n \"Stupid transporter. I should have bought the new flashy one from Macingtosh instead. This one always crashes and-\" \n\nThe woman stops speaking and looks around. Judging from her face she isn't that old, 18 maybe 19 years old. Her boots and raincoat seem to indicate that she comes from a different era... far into the future\n\n This doesn't look like anywhere near the European Zone. Where am I? She looks at her watch. Presses a few buttons and start talking to it. Computer, tell me. Where am I? Computer? She waits.... Nothing happens. The girl looks sad. She goes sit down. Watches the sand and the beach. \n This ísn't my own time zone. I have actually travelled through time while the teleporter malfunctioned.... I thought it wasn't possible. \n\nTears. The young lost woman starts to cry. How do I get back? A strange unusually big wasp appears from under one of her garments. She pets it. It calms her. Thankfully you are still here, Claudius, she says to the wasp.\n\nA zombie approaches. When the woman noticed the walking corps she jump up, pulls her gun and aims it at the undead creature when it walks to her and speak. \"Stop walking. Identify yourself or I'll shoot!\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The undead stopped for a second, then tried to laugh, failing miserably because of his undead state. It's a miracle he is able to talk really. Edward should have taken a fresher corpse for his experiments. Oh well.\n\n \"You're gonna shoot me? With what? That little thing? Not that it matters, because it's not like you could kill me, I'm already dead. Anyway, I'd really like to introduce myself, but I don't remember my name. It's some stupid after effect of a failed spell cast by some wizard coughwithanobsessiononinterogationmarkscough Neverthless, I do not want to hurt you, and I'm suuure you don't really want to blow my head off. Okay, maybe you do, but please don't. It's really not polite to blow the head of strangers you just met, even if they aren't alive, strictly speaking.\" \n\nThe zombie could have rambled on for a very long time, since it wasn't everyday that he did talk to someone, and mental stimulation was necessary to him to starve off boredom, for his body did not offer any kind of stimulation anymore, be it pain or pleasure. But he also did realise that he wasn't the most well suited for this kind of thing, his horrific and decaying countenance had a tendancy to scare off people." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "The wizard turned back round to the glow.\n \"I'd advise you to put the gun down and to leave him alone. Appearing out of nowhere and taking hostile action immediately? I've evaporated people for less. In fact, there was this one time when my assistant brought me the wrong book, now he couldn't have possibly know it was the wrong book since I mispronounced it's name and this book happened to be called exactly what I had said, but I hadn't been able to get a hold of my morning cup of coffee that day, and, well, let's say the garbage man found a nice pair of smoking boots in the dumpster that day...\" \n\nThe wizard then takes a deep breath and loses all interest whatsoever in the time traveller, also instantaneously forgetting his plans of hiking into the forest. instead, he decides to inspect the wreckage of the ship." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga comes running from following the others panting and arms flailing cause he smelled girl.\n\nHe stops and tries gasping for air.. wheezing from the long run..\n\n\n \"Hello...pantpantpant There... pantpantpant I NEVER LEAVE pantpantpant A GIRL IN DISTRESS!\" \n\nKoga thinks to himself:\n What a glorious turn of events! A girl in distress! She will undoubtedly fall inlove with me what with my genious intillect and ability to ruin people's lives! \n\nRyuk is flying around search for Koga.\n \"Koga?! KOGA?! Where the hell did that boy go?! Ohwell...\" \n\nRyuk stands closeby the paladin, cackeling cause his detect evil probably detects his presence but sense noone can see him unless they touch the deathnote, it makes for great lulz.\n\n(ooc: Great to see the moment a girl washes up on shore all the crazies comeout lol)" }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " Noticing the other people, the girl puts down the gun.\n\n How could I've known he wasn't dangerous? \n\nThe girl strikes one of her hands through her hair, smiles an says:\n\n Greetings, My name is Ichneumon of the House of Wasps. I come from what for you would seem the future. I can tell you this, the future is not a bright one. " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "Still investigating the wreckage, the wizard says \"Not bright? How so? Doesn't it have coffee, pup-stew and opportunities to meddle with things that are not to be meddled with?\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie gave a weird look to Koga, a bit freaked out by the pervert's antics. He was about as scary as Edward was, in the undead's eyes, and that meant he wanted to be as far away from him as possible. But he still stayed, because he wasn't sure where to go. That, and the girl's origin picked his interest.\n\n \"The future, uh? I wonder if I'm still \"alive\" in the future... And, uh, if you please, could you explain what is the \"House of Wasps\"? Does it have a link to your pet?\" " }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " You alive? I don't know. The House of Wasps is an ancient, well technically here it isn't founded yet, I think, family. I am the last survivor. The rest died in the great galactic war. This little wasp , she points at the wasp thingy, was my father's pet. Now I care for him. The government is evil and harsh on its people. Small terrorist cells try to overthrow the government. In fact I was leading a terrorist cell on my home planet. I really need to go back " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "When gnome offers him his help, Lars smiles at him.\n\n \"I'll be glad to accept any help you can offer. I think I'll need it. Beetwen your healing magic and my sword, I think we should find my companion soon.\" \n\nWhen the glow dissapears with a bang and a strange woman appears he is more than little surprised. When the zombie starts advancing towards her he pulls his sword out and almost smacks the zombie over the head with it, when she points a gun at him. That would be surprising enought, since guns were rare commodity then. What was even stranger was that zombie actually talked to her, like intelligent person.\n\n \"You can talk? That's the first time I ever saw something like that. Who, or rather, what are you?\" \n\nWhen he wants to adress the stranger again, Koga comes crashing towards. At his antics, Lars just rolls his eyes.\n\n This is rich. Can't wait this little pervert sets his eyes on Lania. That should be something to behold. \n\nHe smiles inwardly at this and then progresses towards the girl, who by now identified herself as Ichneumon.\n\n \"Nice to meet you Ichneumon. My name is Lars and these are my... friends, even if we know each other for only few minutes. You say you want to get back to your time. Any idea how you would do that? I will gladly help you, once I find my missing companion.\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie nods at Ichneumon's explanation, and then turns toward Lars.\n\n \"Well, long story short, I'm a zombie, I was made to be a mindless servant of Mr.E.Nigma here...\" \n\nHe points toward the wizard who still search the wreckage.\n\n \"... But his spell failed, somehow, and I found myself given a conciousness and intelligence of my own.\"\n\n Along with a slight craving for brains. \n\n\"And that's about it really. I got used to being somewhere between dead or alive, the only real trouble is... well... people tend to try to smite me on sight, like you and miss Ichneumon here.\"\n\n And the craving for brains too. That can really be a pain sometimes. " }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "During this turn of events, the explorer had otherwise occupied. During his look over the beach, he had spotted a large book with a luxuriously-decorated cover. After walking over to where it lay in the sand, he had picked it up and looked it over to see if it had a title, and then opened it to the first page. However, his musings were interrupted when he heard the strangely-appearing girl say that she was from the future.\n\nThe explorer turned to the girl, seeing her fully for the first time. Strange attire, a weapon that looked like a hand crossbow but without a string or bow, and appearing from the glow in the air, they all added up with her story. It did indeed seem possible that she was from the future, in which case, it was out of his league to help her. There was one thing he could do for her though. He pocketed his book and walked over to the new arrival.\n\n \"Welcome Ichneuman and Claudius. Unfortunately, we, like you, have been marooned in this place, as you can probably tell from the wreckage of our ship strewn around the beach.\" The explorer gestured to the various pieces of broken wood and cloth around them. \"We were just about to explore the forest yonder, as there is nothing more we can do here. You can come with us if you want; perhaps we will find a way that we can all return to our respective homes.\" " }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " Yes, I think that indeed is what we should do. \n\nOOC: Sorry for the short reply. Don't have much time right now." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " \"Excellent.\" The explorer replies. \"Then let's go: Lars, Yogowhomari, Ichneumon, Mr. E. Nigma, Sir Walrus-rider, Claudius, Jarlsberg...\" He looks at each member of the group as he lists off their given names as he remembers them, and lastly locks eyes the zombie. \"...and you too, Intelligent Zombie, provided you can remain civil. I have not yet seen an undead whose hunger for life didn't drive it to attack living beings, but I am willing give you a chance, since you have yet to attack any of us. I think you can guess what will happen if you do.\" He starts towards the forest, then turns to face the group.\n\n \"Ah yes. My name is Rotheld Waraldack, or 'Rock' for short. Unless any more introductions are in order, shall we get going then?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n Are there any mountains? Anything visible at all besides forest? \n \n\nThere are hills, but they look like they're equally covered in forest. The beach curves around out of your sight in both directions." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Ichneumon \n You alive? I don't know. The House of Wasps is an ancient, well technically here it isn't founded yet, I think, family. I am the last survivor. The rest died in the great galactic war. This little wasp , she points at the wasp thingy, was my father's pet. Now I care for him. The government is evil and harsh on its people. Small terrorist cells try to overthrow the government. In fact I was leading a terrorist cell on my home planet. I really need to go back \n \n\nKoga's eyes open with anticipation.. He thinks:\n\n \"Could this lovely gal be a terrorist in my plans for a new world order in the future? I have to act casual about this..\" \n \"So Ichneumon, does this terrible leader in your future have a name? Something like Kira?\" (ooc: Sticking true to my deathnote av, and kira is translated as \"deathbringer\" or more accurtately in english equivalent \"murderer\")" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " Ah yes. My name is Rotheld Waraldack, \n\n \nKoga has to resist the urge to smile, one of the fools had just indulged thier full name. All it will take is his one name to spiral this into his domain. They are all under his control. With this band of adventurers.. the new world will come very soon, and those that oppose it will suffer immensely.\n\nWith only first name-basis for most of them it will be difficult to just kill them. And it would be too suspicious to just ask. Ofcourse they're on an island. They need to rely on eachother for survival, they will learn to trust The Koga. And maybe even come to consciously accept his plans. Especialy that paladin over there.\n\nRyuk comes flying toward Koga.\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n \"Koga, I know you don't like to talk in public. But.. there's a really hot girl over this way..\" \n\nRyuk starts cackeling immensely. Koga knows something's up, but Ryuk generaly does not lie just doesn't give the full details of the truth. If there's a hot girl, it's worth the risk.\n\n\nKoga eyes the Lars..\n\n \"A companion you say? The Koga didn't see you come with any companion.. Though by the way we've been traveling and have not seen them.. logicaly it can't be north, The Koga came that way, it can't be east, you were coming that way, and south is here. So your companion must be west. We should get going right now.\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie shook his head, visibly annoyed.\n\n \"Constant threats of destruction is something I could unlive without too.\" \n\nAs he said that, he shot a look at Lars, before slowly shambling in the same direction as Rock. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to stick with them long. Especially that pervert, with the unnecessarly long name, who looked more and more suspect as he cackled without real reason. He would have to keep an eye on him. Litterally if it becomes necessary." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Koga \n \"A companion you say? The Koga didn't see you come with any companion.. Though by the way we've been traveling and have not seen them.. logicaly it can't be north, The Koga came that way, it can't be east, you were coming that way, and south is here. So your companion must be west. We should get going right now.\" \n \n\n((@_@ That must be the most confusing thing I've ever read that tried to make sense. Btw, I don't know much about Deathnote, but isn't the main character's goal just kill villains? Or is that your twist on it?))\n\nRock looks at Koga strangely. \"'The Koga'?\" He repeats quizzically. \"What is that? Is there something else you aren't telling us about?\" " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n ((@_@ That must be the most confusing thing I've ever read that tried to make sense. Btw, I don't know much about Deathnote, but isn't the main character's goal just kill villains? Or is that your twist on it?)) \n \n\n(ooc: Yes, at first Kira focuses his efforts on killing criminals. However, with the rapid anti-kira base, he's forced to kill \"innocent\" people that would prevent him from continueing justice.\n\nHis efforts revolve around killing L in like three episodes. L is this super detective who realizes Kira has some sortof supernatural power to kill but that there are limits to what he can do. Kira would be lawful evil in D&D terms. Wanting justice and punishment towards evil, while being merciless, manipulative, and unfeeling.\n\nAnd that sortof toss and turn logic is common in deathnote lol!)\n\n\n Rock looks at Koga strangely. \"'The Koga'?\" He repeats quizzically. \"What is that? Is there something else you aren't telling us about?\" \n\n \"The Koga always refers to himself in the third person, it's what makes him, him!\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie glared at Koga, suddenly very suspicious. \"But why don't you call yourself yogo... whatever you said your name was? Why \"Koga\"? And why didn't you do that before? You talked normally before, to present yourself and to talk to Ichneumon. That just... doesn't add up doesn't it?\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Getting a slight headache from Koga's explaining, Lars looks at him and tells him:\n\n \"Like I said, you couldn't saw her because she is very shy person and she mostly stayed in her cabin during our traveling with the boat. Also, she has been known to blind mens who just look at her, simply by virtue of being beautiful as she is. You can see why she would prefer to stay out of sight. And why is this fiendish friend of yours cackling like a maniac?\" \n\nHearing zombie asking Koga about his weird acting he thinks to himself:\n\n This is no regular undead. He doesn't even seems evil. Strange how things turn out. I have to find more about him. \n\n[OOC]You'll have to excuse me, I'm not familiar with this deathnote scenario, nor with the character you play. If you provide link, wikipedia or something similar, I will look it up.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": "Ichneumon giggles. Oh the leader has many names. Some call him Big Brother, some call him the Dark Lord, some even Darth Vaeder or something. So many names. Way too many. \n\nIchneumon looks at her watch again. Nope, it seems I can only teleport short distances. I have no idea how I should fix it here. Let's continue to the forest." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Strange band of adventurers we are...\" the wizard mumbles, and then he goes along with the group.\n\n(Didn't he find anything when searching the wreckage?)\n\n[Oh, and remember, I have no point told my fellow adventurers my full name. Only the zombie should already know it, but even he doesn't know how it's spelled (spelling MrEdwardNigma is done by the use of some numbers, an exclamation mark and several questionmarks)]" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mordokai \n Getting a slight headache from Koga's explaining, Lars looks at him and tells him:\n\n \"Like I said, you couldn't saw her because she is very shy person and she mostly stayed in her cabin during our traveling with the boat. Also, she has been known to blind mens who just look at her, simply by virtue of being beautiful as she is. You can see why she would prefer to stay out of sight. And why is this fiendish friend of yours cackling like a maniac?\" \n \n\nBoth Koga and Ryuk looked rather shocked.\n\nRyuk: \"You can see me?!\" \n\nKoga: Uhhh...What friend? The Koga doesn't hear anybody laughing..\n\n\nKoga thinks to himself how he's at a disadvantage, this huge group of people and with no names isn't good if they findout who he really is. Though rightnow he is only isolated to Japan despite being considerd a global terrorist.\n\nIt's entirely possible though he expands his power in the future. No sure way of knowing with the future girl's description. There could even be a second-kira. Koga thinks to himself \"I don't think i'd ever call myself something lame like Darth Vader or Big Brother.. Maybe Big Daddy..\"\n\n\n [OOC]You'll have to excuse me, I'm not familiar with this deathnote scenario, nor with the character you play. If you provide link, wikipedia or something similar, I will look it up.[/OOC] \n\n http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note \n(OOC: Normaly only people who touch the deathnote can see and hear the shinigami. However, I'll assume as a paladin you can atleast \"feel\" it's presence and probably concluded it was following me if not see/hear it entirely seeing as you're a holyknight and it's your job to spot evil.)" }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Noticing Koga shocked expression, Lars says to him:\n\n \"Looks like I've got dillusions from wreckage and am seeing things. I was sure I saw some sort of finedish creatures talking to you. Sorry for that.\" \n\nBut he thinks to himself:\n\n That thing was there, I'm sure of it, and if Koga doesn't want me to know what it is I better keep my eyes open. \n\nHe then starts talking to Koga again:\n\n \"So Koga, tell me a little about yourself. What's your profession, what do you do for a living... things like that.\" \n\n[OOC]Your characters can't know that, and Lars hasn't given them possibilities to find out, but he isn't a paladin. He's pure class cleric. But he is favored in eyes of his godess, so you could claim that this is the reason why he saw Ryuk. And thanks for the link, I'll check it out later.[/OOC]" }, { "author": "Koga", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mordokai \n \"So Koga, tell me a little about yourself. What's your profession, what do you do for a living... things like that.\" \n \n\nThe Koga closes his eyes and smiles.\n\n \"Well if you must know The Koga is a student. But you really should be more worried about your companion shouldn't you?\"\n\nNothing can afford to happen to us.. We all need to be at our best if we're going to survive. Perhaps we should splitup, you and the others go search for companion, The Koga and Ichneumon will search for food. Preffbly apples.. Then meetback here..\" \n\nRyuk heard the magic word;\n \"Huh? Apples? You're getting me apples right? RIGHT?! Ok, that girl.. she's a magical nymph or something. We shinigami can just tell that kindof thing. I told you that so you better feed me some apples if you find some!\" " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "(Double Post)" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "((OOC: Can you delete the double-post?))\n\nAlthough Rotheld had been planning to head into the forest, his brow furrowed in concentration. So 'Koga' is his real name... Why then did he lie before, when he first introduced himself? And just what did Lars see that made him speak as he did? I'll have to keep an eye on that Koga. \n\nRotheld remembered Lars' companion, the 'nymph' as he said.\n\n \"In a situation like this, it would be better for us if we did not split up.\" Rotheld said to the group. \"We have no idea what lies in the forest, and it has been my experience that splitting up as a group will only cause problems down the road. Our first priority should be to find Lars' companion - I know what it is like to be left alone in a scary place, and I wouldn't wish it on another. After that we can work on setting up camp, if we cannot find civilization during our search. Unless someone has a better idea, I suggest we start wiht the forest before us. Let's head out.\" \n\nWith that, the explorer drew his sword and ventured beyond the line of trees into the forest." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga stands there and looks at Ichneumon.\n\n \"The Koga will only go if she goes\" \n\nWith a big goofy grin on his face as snot rolls down his nose.\n\nLike this:\n \n Spoiler \n \n " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"I agree with Rotheld, spliting up wouldn't be a wise idea. We are stronger together. No telling what waits for us in that forest.\" \n\nWith that, Lars marches up to the start of the line, pulls out his sword and starts marching further into the forest.\n\n Mielikki protect us. Who knows what creatures live in this forest. " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "The zombie grunted in agreement, took two steps away from Koga, and followed Rock and Lars toward the forest." }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " I agree, let's go into the forest. Splittinig up wouldn't be wise. \n\nIchneumon starts to run ahead of the group into the forest, having found her enthusiasm back again. The wasp buzzes around her, cheerfully." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga decides to stay closeby but go a bit differant a path. He decides to go find flowers and be able to talk to Ryuk where they're out of hearing distance.\n\nRyuk:\n \"What are you doing?\" \n\nKoga:\n \"What's it look like i'm doing? I'm trying to find pretty flowers!\" \n\nRyuk:\n \"....Why?\" \n\nKoga:\n \"For you\" \n\nRyuk:\n \"Really?! I never knew you were so thoughtful, I--\" \n \"No, not really you clod! For Ichneumon\" \n\nRyuk:\n \"Oh.. the human girl who looked like she got attacked by a clothesrack\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Seeing Koga picking up flowers, Lars guesses his intentions, walks up to him and says to him:\n\n \"So you're not all hormones but can actually be a romantic? That's nice to see.\" \n\nHe then lowers his voice so only Koga can hear him:\n\n \"In my experience girls prefer it simple. So nothing too flashy or too colourful. Those white and yellow flowers over there would fit perfectly.\" \n\nHe then walks away again, smiling to himself." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga thinks to himself;\n\n \"Is he mocking me? I bet she hates yellow and white but he wants me to think she likes it to sabatoge me!\" \n\nKoga looks to Ryuk..\n\n \"Ryuk, what's that guy's full name?\" \n \"Why should I tell you? You won't pick flowers for me..\" \nRyuk bats his eyes and starts cackeling\n\n \"I don't plan to kill him.. not yet.. not untill I know what he's up too..\" \n \"I would tell you, but.. ok I wouldn't tell you, i'm just here for the lulz..\" \n \"Apparently your sense of immagination is dull Ryuk, immagine the lulz granteed by that guy dieing and noone knowing how he died. Immagine the panic and chaos it would cause.. and how they think they're not alone on the island and fear an immaginary enemy?\" \n \"...You humans are something else Koga. Alright I'll tell you\" \n \nKoga has to try not to laugh outloud as his sense of control of the situation esculates.\n\n\nHe goes back to picking flowers, and even some yellow/white ones.\n\n \"I thought you said--\" \n \"I said it was a possibility, I didn't say he was purposely out to get me Ryuk..\" \n \"But you were planning--\" \n \"Precisely.. PLANNING. If he plays his cards right, he won't die. None of them will.. They could become invaluable assets to my new world..\" \n\n\nKoga gets out the deathnote and writes down all but the last letter of his name.\n \"The Deathnote will not take effect untill I write that last letter. This will serve as a deterent, even in the event if he findsout about the deathnote, he can't react fast enough to one letter. Ichneumon and the world shall be mine!\" " }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "Rotheld pokes his head through a gap in the trees by Koga.\n\n \"Hey, Koga, keep it down, alright? No one else wants to hear your internal monologuing.\" \n\n[OOC: This is a joke post - ignore it]" }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "You walk through the forest for a long time. You can hear birds, insects and animals all around you, but you meet with no danger.\n\nIt starts getting darker, and you all see a light in the distance." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " Altharis & Jarlsberg \n\nFollowing his newfound friend Lars at all times, Altharis finally speaks out when he sees the light.\n\nWhispering to Lars, Altharis says: \" Good ser, I have my doubts about some of our companions. Ichneumon and Rotheld seem earnest, and a zombie that would rather talk than eat brains is good in my book, but it is mainly The Koga that worries me. You seemed to detect some kind of evil aura around him, he seems to internal monologue a lot, and he seemed a little too happy to find out Rotheld's name. We should keep an eye on him. \"" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "As the daylight fades without trace of Lars' nymph companion, Rotheld's spirit wanes, and he begins to think about setting up a camp for the night. However, spying the light ahead, the explorer is reinvigorated.\n\n \"Let us head for that light there.\" He calls out, and follows his own advice. \"Whatever it is, we can make camp there for the night.\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Unless it's enemies of some sort. I can't quite tell if the light is moving, but there's a possibility it's someone with a torch, wandering through the forest like us. I agree we should head toward it though, enemies or not\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Waiting to be out of everybodys else earshot, Lars says to Altharis:\n\n \"I agree with you that Koga is more than just a little weird. And yes, perhaps we should keep an eye on him. His happines after finding Rotheld's name is strange, at the very least. However, I dislike judging people before I know them well, so lets give him some more time. Perhaps Ichneumon will like some of his attention.\" \n\nWith that, Lars winks at Altharis. He then notices the strange light and nods to the others who say that it would be a good idea to head towards it." }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga runs toward Ichneumon with flowers of all kinds of colors (some even yellow and white)\n\n \"Ichneumon, The Koga picked you some flowers, I didn't know what color you liked.. The Koga didn't even know if flowers exsist in the future.. but.. he picked you some anyway ^__^\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "Agreeing silently with the others, the zombie heads toward the light. However, he does not fail to pick a tendancy that is forming to distance themselves from the group or to whisper to each others, as if they didn't want to be seen or heard.\n\n Uh oh, they're keeping secret from each other. That's a sure sign of incoming conflict... \n\nThe zombie raised his head toward the sky. If there was a single god up there that cared for disgusting abominations against nature, he'd pray to it that he doesn't find himself involved with the mess he felt was comming. All he could do was hope. Oh, and blame Koga for it. It was him, after all, who lied about his name straight from the start, so it was his fault. Well, maybe it wasn't, but he still creeped him out." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Smile creeping on his face, Lars points at Koga and says to Altaris:\n\n \"See what I meant my gnomish friend?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "As you get closer, the light resolves into a village in a clearing, with fires lit all around its edge." }, { "author": "Ichneumon", "message": " Oh, how lovely , Ichneumon says, she giggles. I... how very nice of you! " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do now: head to the nearest tavern and adress the shady guy sitting in the corner!\" " }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " \"Yes, perhaps someone in the village will have seen the nymph.\" Rotheld agrees, as he steps through the line of fires and enters the village. He looks around to see what lies around him, and to get the general layout of the village in his mind." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "You hear a voice from the darkness - \"who the hell are you?\"" }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Nodding at Rotheld, Lars heads towards the village, when he hears the voice. He quickly collects himself.\n\n \"My name is Lars, and these are my companions. We were washed ashore when our ship sanked. We're looking for my traveling partner, companion and friend. When we saw the fires and the village we thought that perhaps anybody has seen her. She is a nymph that goes by the name of Lania. And I would also wish to know to who I speak.\" \n\nWith that, he waits for a reply." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "I shoot the darkness!\nNah, just kidding.\n\n \"My name is Nigma, but you can call me Mr.E. I'm not really looking for the silly nymph, but I'm tagging along with these guys because I don't really have anything better to do until I find some transport out of this place. I think a more appropriate question however would be: who are you ?\" " }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "As the voice spoke, the zombie felt more and more the need for a cape, a cloak, or anything to dissimulate himself. He didn't know what this voice was, but it didn't seem very friendly already, who knows how he would react when he'd notice the walking abomination against nature? He decided the best thing to do is to not draw attention on himself, and to hope Edward's or Koga's antics would prove distracting enough that he remains unnoticed." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"Your devotion to helping others is an inspiration to the rest of Mr.E Nigma. However, I would appreciate if you keeped your assumptions for yourself. Now, if the good sir that wants to know who we are would show himself. I prefer to speak to a peoples I can see.\" " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Ryuk laughs at what transpires.\n\nKoga just nods his head, he kindof spaced out feeling Ichneumon was pleased with him. Now with a combonation of mystery, evil, and girlz.. he could only think of Michael Jackson's \"thriller\". What a shame such a talented bard turned into an undead himself. The irony." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "Seeing a man before him with sword drawn, Rotheld allows Lars to come forward and introduce himself, using the distraction to slip back to where the zombie walks. He takes off his cloak - revealing a tone physique along with a sword and travel pack - and throws it over the zombie's, providing almost total concealment for the slouching form.\n\n \"I don't know who these people are,\" Rotheld whispers to the zombie, leaning over him with his hands on the zombie's shoulders, \"but if they aren't happy to see me, then I can guess how they'll react to an undead, intelligent or no. However, if you start attacking people, I swear on my life that my sword will quickly be your end.\" With those few words, the explorer walks forward into the clearing with the zombie.\n\n \"I am Rock, and this is my younger brother, Zom-\" He cuts himself off. \"Zom has leprosy, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to remove his cloak, as he's very shy. There's two more of us, Ichneumon and Koga, ah, here they are. If you could please provide us with some food and shelter - we've been walking through this bloody forest for hours searching for his friend,\" the explorer nods to Lars, \"and are desperately hungry. I assure you we can pay, but please, help us.\" Rock looks desperately into the man's eyes, hoping to find some shred of pity for the group." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "\"Hm. Well, all right.\"\n\nHe rings a bell, and several more ragged-looking people, mostly human, appear from various parts of the village.\n\nThey sit you all down and bring you food and drink.\n\n\"So - where have you all come from?\"" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "\"Zom\" nodded at Rock, content to have something to hide his blasphemous form, altrough the threat of a second death was becoming rather cliché in his opinion. Oh sure, he did have an all-consuming craving for the flesh of the living, but he never acted on it!... yet. Okay, so there was a very good reason to constantly threaten him, but that didn't mean he liked it.\n\nHe sat down with the others, ensuring Rock's cloak hid him well, but refused all food, slightly shaking his head, as he knew his voice from beyond the grave was not completly appropriate. He just hoped the villagers would not try to remove the cloak, as Rock had asked them, even if they might beleive that it was indeed leprosy that ravaged his face in that way. Silently, he waited for something, anything to happen." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "Moving into the light, Altharis speaks his discontent at the rest of the party: \" Hail good folk! I, as clearly unintroduced by my companions, am Altharis a defender of the noble Odobenidic kind, and this is my trusty steed, Jarlsberg. \" At this, Jarlsberg honks once. \" Your offers of food do not fall upon deaf ears, and we shall accept them gladly. \" He then sits down and begins to eat some fish. \" As for where we came from, I do not know about my compatriots, but I hail from the frigid northern country of Walrusopia, a land of as much happiness and freedom as ice. And there's a lot of ice there. \"\n\nWith that explained, he proceeds to help himself to more food." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": " Shoot, how could I have forgotten Altharis? Rotheld thinks to himself. I thought he had already introduced himself. Strike one. Accepting the food offered him, the explorer takes a seat and begins to tell his story, speaking between bites.\n\n \"We, that is, my brother and I, along with the others in our group, were traveling on a trade ship bound for distant lands, when a mighty storm hit. The ship was blown off course, and wrecked on the beach back in the direction we came from. When we collected ourselves, we noticed that one of our companions was missing, as well as the entire ship's crew. We started a search party, and eventually ended up here.\" So saying, the explorer looks around again, and faces the man again. \"And now that I have told you our side of the story, perhaps you would be so good as to tell me your name, and where we are?\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Food, eh? Well, it'd better be good. As for where I come from, I've spent most of my life in my tower, meddling with... I mean studying \" " }, { "author": "Koga", "message": "Koga says\n \"The Koga is a student, nothing big or fancy, just a good student.\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"I'm not sure if you heard of Faerun. It is there that it is my home. A land of many beauties, and many dangers as well. Since the service to my godess takes me far and wide I decided to wander the world and see what is there to be seen, and help rout out the injustice wherever it can be found. Lania wen we, also driven by wonderlust, so we travel together, as companions and dare I say, friends.\" \n\nWith that, Lars also takes a bite out of the food that villagers put before them and then asks them:\n\n \"I wonder where are we now. My memory seems to be a little hazy after the wreckage.\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "\"We don't actually know where we are\" one of them says. Some of the others nod." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"What do you mean, you don't know who you are? Has everybody in the village lost their memory? How could this have happened?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "\"We were all shipwrecked too.\"" }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"You were? Interesting. And how many peoples are here?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "He indicates the dozen or so seated figures.\n\n\"You and us, that's it.\"" }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "MrEdwardNigma doesn't take any of the food yet. Instead he gazes at the islanders' leader and says \"Shipwrecked, eh? So you're saying there is no way out of this place?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "\"Oh, there might well be - we haven't explored the whole island, it's too dangerous with all the pirates and monsters.\"" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "Rotheld nods, but looks worried.\n\n \"So there are pirates then? This is both good and bad news. Good, because it means there is indeed a way off this island outside of reassembling our broken ship.\" He looks to Lars. \"Bad, because, unless I miss my guess, your nymph companion has probably ended up in bad company - if not met by monsters, then likely pirates. Can she take care of herself?\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Yes, I say we go rescue that poor nymph right this instant! The poor thing could be in dire peril!\" \nMrEdwardNigma quickly munches down some of the food and then gets up.\n \"Show us the way to the pirates!\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": "Looking at Rotheld, Lars answers him:\n\n \"She is no fighter, if that's what you mean. However, she can be quite a charming young thing, if she so desires, so I wouldn't be too worried. If pirates indeed caught her I'm sure she somehow negotiated with them. But that doesn't mean I'm sitting here and doing nothing.\" \n\nWith that, he stands up and says to the villagers:\n\n \"Show us where this pirates can be found, and we will try to solve your problem at the same time.\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Yes, that's the spirit! Let's go violently murder all those pirates to get your poor slavegirl back!\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"Those are not the words I would use, but the meaning is essentially the same.\" " }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": " \"Less talkin', more violently slaughtering!\" yells MrEdwardNigma enthusiastically. His mood then suddenly shifts and he sits down again, looks at the village leader ernestly and says \"But seriously now, where are the pirates?\" " }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "((OOC: Presumably everyone else has been eating - except \"Zom\" - while this conversation takes place. Correct me if I'm wrong on that.))\n\n \"I see. If you are still up for such an expedition after walking all day, then I fully support it.\" Rotheld stands up and draws his sword, which glistens in the firelight of the torches surrounding the small village. I wonder how long these people have been here? The explorer chances to think to himself. Now is not the time for that though. He looks around to the others in the group. \"Anyone who wishes to stay here and rest, I won't blame you - it's been a long day, and it looks to be longer still. As for everyone else, let's get going.\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "\"all right...if you think it's a good idea. Follow the track down to the beach. If you follow the beach for a little while you'll come to rocks. Be very careful, people have died there. Anyway, we think the pirates must've made a camp on the rocks.\"" }, { "author": "I_am_an_undead", "message": "Not saying a word, silent as a shadow, \"Zom\" got up and began following the track. It's not like he could actually rest, or get tired for the matter, and he wanted to get out of that cloak. As he walked, he wondered if one was to be polite with pirates, or if he could eat them. He then decided that pirates were scurvy-ridden fleshbags that would be quite bad to eat, and that he would pass on them. He stopped before getting too far from view of the others, and waited for those who would come." }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "The explorer stares slightly.\n\n \"That's all you can tell us?\" He asks, almost incredulously. \"Could you at least tell us which direction to follow the beach in, in order to find the pirates?\" " }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"Perhaps a guide would also be in order. Doesn't anybody of you know how to fight well? Or cast any sort of spell, healing or otherwise? Seriously, any help would be welcomed.\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by rockdeworld \n The explorer stares slightly.\n\n \"That's all you can tell us?\" He asks, almost incredulously. \"Could you at least tell us which direction to follow the beach in, in order to find the pirates?\" \n \n\n\"Oh, sorry - when you hit the beach, turn left.\"" }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mordokai \n \"Perhaps a guide would also be in order. Doesn't anybody of you know how to fight well? Or cast any sort of spell, healing or otherwise? Seriously, any help would be welcomed.\" \n \n\nThey talk amongst themselves for a while.\n\n\"Look, if you wait until morning, we'll see what we can do then?\"" }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "((OOC: You know, Ichneumon hasn't posted in awhile. I'm going to post this, and she can change it whenever she posts again.))\n\n I sense something amiss here, make no mistake. And I still do not know the man's name! Rotheld thinks to himself, but he says nothing. Gathering his bearings, the explorer takes one last look around the group. He notices that Altharis seems to have nodded off already, and Ichneumon's head is similarly slumped forward. He turns to the village man again.\n\n \"It's up to Lars whether or not he thinks we can afford to wait, though my gut tells me not to. Whether or not we do go now though, could you please take care of our friends? It seems that today's long walk was too much for them.\" The explorer says, and he glances at Altharis's steed. \"And please do what you can for Altharis's walrus - although I think the best thing would be for the two of them to stay together.\" So saying, Rotheld looks to Lars.\n\n \"What do you think, Lars - would you prefer to wait for a guide, or to chance finding your friend now? I will be honest - I do not think her chances grow any better the longer we wait - indeed, the other way around - yet rest might be good for all of us.\" Rotheld then remembers the zombie, and turns to look down the path. \"I will go find Zom - if you two don't follow within a few minutes, we'll come back.\" \n\nThe explorer then heads out into the woods, intending to do exactly that, and before long he comes upon the still Zom." }, { "author": "Mordokai", "message": " \"I agree with you, waiting will do us no good. I don't need to rest myself, so we can get underway right now.\" " }, { "author": "rockdeworld", "message": "Having reached the zombie, Rotheld stops. The silence that shortly spans between them is somewhat awkward for the explorer, whose experience with zombies never extended much further beyond sending them to a second death. Finally, he speaks.\n\n \"I can take back the cloak, if you want.\" The explorer speaks, then stops himself. A few seconds more, and the truth comes to his lips. \"You're really something... I've known you a whole day, and you haven't tried to kill, maim, or eat anyone you've met. You're unlike any undead I've ever seen.\" \n\nFeeling slightly more comfortable now traveling with an intelligent zombie, the explorer asks the question that he had wondered about ever since helping the zombie disguise itself among the villagers.\n\n \"Do you have a name?\" " }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "And with that, all who choose to walk off into the darkness, and this thread:\n\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=3789026 " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "Waking up with a start at Jarlsberg's wet licking, Altharis exclaimed: \" Buh? Wah! Alright! I'm awake! You can stop licking me already! \" Jarlsberg immediately stopped licking and honked, a flipper pointed at Lars.\n\n\" Are we going? Good. I shall come with you. We cannot let such a beautiful being fall into the hands of such foul ruffians. \"\n\nAt that, he stands up and brushes the dust off his robes of office, then moves towards the trail." }, { "author": "MrEdwardNigma", "message": "MrE goes off and follows those heading for the pirate camp." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "MrE, Altharis (and Jarlsberg), rockdeworld, Mordokai, and I am an undead leave the village.\n\nIchneumon and Koga try to sleep, as best they can." }, { "author": "Jolly Steve", "message": "Are you guys going to just sleep, or do something during the night?" } ]
[ { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "You wait three days and then you sneak out of your camp when everyone else is sleeping. You know that people are likely to say harsh things, like that you couldn't take it when you didn't get chosen. That doesn't bother you though, you know you're a part of a bigger plan.\n\nYou travel north for two days. The early summer heat is lovely, and the nights are cool and breezy. Based on what you've heard you should reach these ruins in about another day or so, and the village is a day beyond that. To the west, is a vast, empty plain which seems a little out of place for the surroundings." }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": "Irbis begins searching his backpack for the strange hat they were given before.\n\n I wonder if I can see myself as a hummie? Or maybe only the other can? Or it was all a joke? I don't know if trying this is a good idea... But what the hell. Better to find now how well it works. \n\nWithout saying anything more Irbis puts the hat on.\n\n Um, guyz, how do I look now? " }, { "author": "Zimmia", "message": "As 'Hurt concentrates with the hat on, his appearance changes - he gains almost a foot of height, and his features become human." }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "Striding ahead Ak'iss looked back towards the group as she waited for a moment as she waits to catch up. But seeing that 'Hurt was fiddling with the hat she walked back to regroup with the party. They covered a good distance as they went.\n\nShe knew that her people would think she was weak in their dissaperance. She didn't care. If it was for the good of her people she'd gladly go and take the criticism. As long as her people were in the end safe, and more powerful. And she herself more powerful as well.\n\nBlinking as she looked towards 'Hurt and his new form face scrunched in disgust of his form.\n\n As Ugly as most warmlings look, but then again you do look like a warmling, And thats the point of da Hat. " }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": " You know, if you want to use proper name, it's Strixhurt. But, honestly, I don't mind. 'Hurt, with a strong 'h isn't just short form of my name, it's what I do. To others, that is. \n\n'Hurt gives you a really nasty smile, takes off the hat and begins to wonder.\n \nSo, what now? Willage or ruins? " }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "Rolled her eyes as she listened to him for a few moments as she looked to the rest of the party to see if any of them had any opinions on the idea.\n\n Mission is to find cult , cult in ruins You think warmling Huumons know of dragon cult? " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "Onsvix takes all of this in with a cool, calm expression, though not totally devoid of emotion, and when it is inquired whether to go to the ruins or the humans first he speaks up I believe it would be wise to see what the humans know of the ruins, both to see if there is anything... special, we should know about it, they may even have some maps. Onsvix's Draconic is less yappy than his compatriots, and closer to the speech of True Dragons. As a Sorcerer, he studied intricately the language of True Dragons and how to speak it properly, so as to invoke the words of power that were his trade." }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "Turning to look at him she shifted Any one here know the language of the warmlings? I know that i don't. As she looked lightly about trying determine the skills of her compatriots. She knew Onsvix's due those gifted with magic from the dragons, something she didn't innately have, though through her totem she drew forth an other sort of the dragons power. One wore the holy symbol of Kurtulmak thinking he a priest of Kurtulmak. The rest she wasn't sure of. What are you skills i'd like to know what everyone here is capable of. " }, { "author": "Irbis", "message": " I know it, but I don't know if they use that dialect. Maybe we should look around that village and try to capture a prison so he might be interrogated? \nThinks about it for a second - After that, one with a hat can go to the village so he might ask for anything the prisoner didn't know. Maybe we can stage an imminent goblin attack to scare them and loot their homes too? " }, { "author": "wadledo", "message": "Rethis stays in the back, avoiding anyones gaze as he tries to remain hidden.\n sigh " }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "Shifting a bit she sighed oh so slightly. I believe Onsvix's plan about seeing if theres a map or some information is the way to go. Lets do that, and try and not draw attention and keep an eye out for the other group we don't want to be spotted by them " } ]
[ { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Ah, Hagen – jewel in the crown of the Hendrick Empire. Truth be told, the empire has seen better days, and the jewel is looking a bit tarnished as well. Still, some cultures are sweetest when in decline, just as there is more sugar in over-ripe fruit.\n\nThat sweet smell has drawn each of you here to Hagen during the Days of Festival. This annual event is always a bit of a bacchanal. This year, though, it promises to be a real corker, with elderly King Parfitt set to officially pass off power to his bastard son Pirot. The feasting has been scheduled to last a week.\n\nTruth be told, the kingdom isn’t thrilled that its ruler-to-be is a by-blow. Depending on who you ask, Pirot’s mother was a half-dragon sorcerer, a hell-spawn troublemaker, or just a really unpleasant lady. All agree, though, that she was a lovely woman and a great dancer, and both her features and her dancing ability have been passed on to Prince Pirot. He seems a reasonable enough boy, and about half of the empire, give or take, are pleased as punch to be having him take over.\n\nDid I mention the decadence? Hagen is a grand city, with sweeping spires, a massive bridge over the harbour, and a world-famous system of plumbing. Oh, and demons. The odd dragon. Slavery run rampant, what with tribute from neighbouring nations often coming in the form of second sons and less marriageable daughters. It is a place where thief-lords, scholars, and emissaries of a dozen races – not all of this plane – rub shoulders.\n\nYou’ve never had any contact with the royal family, and have not heretofore been an overly service-oriented being. Still, your stay in Hagen has been enjoyable; full of silliness, the occasional flash of violence, and roars of laughter from the underclasses. What could be more satisfying?\n\nWhat, you ask? How about a sealed invitation to a party, stuck just outside your recently acquired abode this morning. With it is a note:\n\n Dear [your name]\n\nAlthough you are a newcomer to our city, your power is obvious to one with my sensitivities. Attached is an invitation to Prince Pirot’s pre-investiture ceremony this evening. Present this at the main entrance to Hagen Hold this evening at dusk, and ask for an audience with Lady Cylla. You will be shown in to me for further discussion. Burn this note.\n\nCylla Von Tiedemann\nImperial Vizier " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Thok saw the note addressed to Feng and knew it was for him, since he has always introduced himself using the common orc name since entering the city. He decided it would probably be a good idea to attend this meeting, since refusing could have the guard after him and he was tired of always having to crush those puny munthreks . (humans)\n\nAfter feeding himself (including the crumpled note) and actually taking the time to wash himself Thok made his way towards some of the tailor's shops to see what most of the courtiers were wearing lately. He then spent about an hour or so in front of a mirror using his Hat of Disguise to replicate many of the outfits he saw, no need to spend money on things that can just be copied.\n\nAfter selecting a simple but elegant outfit, Thok ensured that all of his equipment was secured safely within his Ring of Arming. Noticing that it was nearing sunset he set out.\n\nEdit: forgot to dispose of the note." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n I would wonder which power though... \n\nHolding the paper in his hand, he focused for a moment, magics rising in a small flame, consuming the note. The platinum ring on his hand grew warm for a moment from the flame's touch.\n\nFrom a nearby table, he takes a tasteful, pale blue headband and slips it on, before hesistating over small bracers of gorta hide. Shrugging, he puts them on as well. \"It will be interesting to see if any notice beastland hides, or assume them to be standard leather.\" he chuckles to himself.\n\nPulling an errant brown hair from behind the headband, he moves to the sumptuous master bedroom, grabbing a pair of silk lined, dragonhide boots. A rich but unadorned, phase spider silk clerical vest is the last to be found and worn.\n\nStill chuckling to himself, he pulls on a single glove, a deep black that reminds him of deepest night.\n\n Might as well see the city while I meander there, I think. I haven't had a chance to take in all the local color yet. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"How nice.\" A green hand holds the note up for inspection once more.\n\n \"And I have been in this city so little time, too... I suppose it is small, but then it is also very, very crowded.\" The voice is a light feminine voice, speaking to itself, it would appear.\n\nThe speaker frowns suddenly. \"Burn the note... why, I wonder?\" She looks about. \"And how?\" The fireplace is unlit, and will remain so. The innkeeper and his wife had been more than happy to put her up in exchange for her blessings upon their vineyard, and would doubtless have given her more than what she asked for, which was a room with a window; no doubt they could also supply firewood, but she didn't particularly want a fire in the room. She shrugs, and snaps her fingers, eliciting a burst of flame; the note flares to ash.\n\n \"Ah, well. But what to wear?\" She frowns, tapping a green finger to her lips. After some deliberation, leaves sprout from her body, weaving together to form a long gown made from living greenery. Her hair, too, is dark green, rather like a tangle of thin vines; with a frown, she straightens it out.\n\n \"There.\" The green woman leaves, gliding gracefully down the stairs and out the door." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"A party? Oh, what fun!\" \n\nSlender, delicate fingers carefully fold the note before reaching into a nearby fireplace, letting the square of paper burn before extricating themselves unharmed. Talia stares at her hand a moment before sighing.\n\n \"But... What to bring? And what to wear? I've never been to a mortal party before. Well, not invited to one, anyway.\" \n\nShe observes herself in the mirror for a moment. Stunning, of course. Flawless, and elegant. But not, unfortunately, dressed for a party. So tempting, to go out and buy a dress, but then what would she do with her precious sword? Would there be time to have one tailored to fit her wings (and speaking of which, one, two... oh dear, three feathers out of alignment. How had that happened)? And hadn't she meant to play the part of the rough-and-tumble adventurer?\n\nHeart full of indecision, she steps outside and begins to walk down the street, long black hair bouncing vibrantly as her body sways gracefully with each and every step..." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The city is abuzz with the festival, and every tavern is doing booming trade this evening. As are the cutpurses, people of the red lantern, and street hawkers. Still, somehow, each of the four pass unmolested through the streets. Whether that is a tribute to an aura of power, menace or strange beauty...or something else altogether...remains to be seen.\n\nHagen Castle sits brooding over the city on an artificial hill, visible to most of the citizens. At least, those who contribute the most to the civic coffers. Tonight, the castle is ablaze with torches, lanterns. As each of the four approaches, they note that there are also a few magical light shows starting up in the courtyard, and nearly the turret of one outer tower.\n\nApproaching the castle, there are hints as to the opulence of the gathering party. Crowds of curious commoners stand about at the roadsides, gawking at those who approach. Carts with foods, and dozens of musicians, are making the slow climb to the gates. Already, from open gardens within the walls, it is possible to hear the shouts of servants mingling with the warbling warm-ups of minstrels.\n\nAs each of the four approaches the gate, they are met by an honour guard of four halberdiers, backed by a solemn looking older woman with glowing blue eyes. An officious-looking slender priest of Olidammara, dressed in what looks like the tightest-fitting leather armour possible, is examining carters as they enter.\n\nThrough what would be called coincidence, if such things existed, each of the four arrives within moments of each other.\n\nLora, the first to arrive, is greeted by the young priest by a flustered: Oh! A guest? Well, the party's not for a couple hours yet. Are you sure you want to go in? Fantastic costume, though! " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nThe leaf-clad woman smiles at the priest, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. \"Why, thank you.\" Her skin is a pleasant shade of light green as well, looking perfectly natural. \"I know I am early, but I am afraid my eagerness got the better of me, and now that I am here, I may as well go in.\" Withdrawing the invitation from... somewhere under the leaves, she displays it to the priest.\n\n \"The vizier may be busy, I understand, but I wonder if it is not possible to arrange an audience with her, at some point? Before the party would be lovely\" she adds, \"if Lady Cylla is not too busy.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The young priest nods smoothly, and gestures to one of the halberdiers.\n\n Lady Cylla? Certainly. I'll alert her that you're here, Miss...? \n\nThe halberdier steps forward, and then nods and slips away into the castle. The priest smiles a bit nervously as a huge half-orc in very fashionable attire, and a black-winged vixen approach the gates from different directions.\n\n Madam! Sir! So good to see you. May I be of assistance? " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "As Thok walked towards the castle, he noticed a green woman speaking to a priest at the gate. \"She smells like a caesin.\" Thok tought as he approached the gates himself.\n\n \"Greetings sunathaer ,\" Thok addressed the priest at the gate when he arrived, \"My name is Feng, I recieved an invitation to this party and I was hoping to speak to the vizier before it fully began and Lady Tiedemann becomes too busy.\" With this Thok produced his invitation and showed it to the priest." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Oh yes, of course. My name is Lora.\" The green-skinned woman stands politely to one side as she notices others approaching, looking at both the winged woman and the unusually tall half-orc with interest. Perhaps he is very old... but no, orcs do not keep getting taller as they age, do they? " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nNaturally, Talia had decided it would be impossible that anybody could look more beautiful than she does, no matter what she is wearing. She regards the green woman and the large half-orc with curiosity before tilting her head and looking at the priest.\n\n \"Hm? Oh! Why, I'm here for the party, of course! Lady Cylla asked me to come, and... oh dear, where is that invitation? \n\nAs she digs for the \"lost\" invitation, Talia twists and turns her body, offering all around her an extensive view of the curves of her body, demurely hiding from some of them behind her wings..." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Impossibly, Thok actually seems to fade into the background a bit as the priest, the halbardiers, and even the old woman with glowing eyes, turn to follow Talia's every movement. A small sigh escapes the lips of one of the guards.\n\nThe priest eventually finds his voice as he takes her invitation as well.\n\n Sweet lady, if I were even a little bit right-handed, you would so be invited to the after-party at the temple tonight. Actually, come anyway - we'd make an exception. \n\nSwitching to clear if accented draconic, the priest turns to Feng and bows to him.\n\n Mister Feng, welcome. Miss Cylla will no doubt be sending someone for you two as well. I believe Miss Lora here is also here to see her. \n\nThe woman speaks softly, but loud enough for all to hear.\n\n The orc's really a minotaur. The women are, sort of, what they are. \n\nThe priest smiles, a bit pained at the potential for faux pas.\n\n Thank you, Kala. We'll work on those signals some more. \n\nHe turns to Feng, his smile a bit pained.\n\n Mister Feng, you understand. With the costume ball tonight, it's important that we know the actual identities of all attending, but are trying... \n\nHe flashes an angry glance at the older woman.\n\n ...not to ruin anyone's fun. Have a great time at the party. \n\nHe turns now, glancing up as a flower-seller's cart wheels past and down again at his list. When he looks up again, he smiles as he sees the finery-bedecked Miloen approaching." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nWalking calming towards the entrance, Miloen hands the invitation to the door keeper. \"I assume you can direct me to Lady Cylla?\" He smiles benignly at the person, and then raises an eyebrow at the lady with the glowing eyes. \"Nothing special to see here, my dear. I am what you see, and all you see is me.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The old woman stares hard at Miloen, but says nothing.\n\nFilling the moment, the young priest smiles and takes Miloen's invitation.\n\n Of course, sir! These three other worthies are also expecting an audience with her. I believe that Lady Cylla is likely to be along shortly, but in the meantime, I'll ask that you step to one side, so that the arriving supply wagons don't splash onto your lovely boots. Is that dragonhide? " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen does as asked, and steps to the side. \"Why yes, it is. It is hard to find such supple material anywhere but from the dragons, that also hold up to nearly anything.\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Turning to address the priest, \"I understand your need for caution,\" Thok says as he glares at the old woman, \" my disguise is not to decieve you, but to protect me from undue prejudice.\" With this he waits to the side and gives a sneer at the man with the dragonhide boots." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"Undue prejudice? Why ever would that be? I am neutral in all things, so unless you act like a rampaging moron, I don't care what race you are.\" \n\nHe looks the half orc over. \"And as for my boots, dragons have more than enough skin to cover a single pair of boots, and did I mention killing one for these?\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"You may be willing to accept different races, but others are not, namely the populace at general.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"Then your sneer was for...?\" The man sounds mildly curious." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The tension hangs in the air for a moment. The halbardier sent to summon Lady Cylla returns, with a rugged-looking middle aged man, with short swords at both sides of his belt and a patch over his left eye. The man calls out in a deep voice.\n\n Who's here fer a meetin' wit' Lady Cylla? " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"I would be, my good man.\" Miloen nods to him. \"Lead the way, if you would.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"An after party? It sounds like fun... are you sure it's ok if I come?\" \n\nTalia smiles sweetly at the priest, and then turns to look at Thok and Miloen for a moment. Interesting men. Useful, perhaps. She would see. She returns her attention to the Priest.\n\n \"So... this is a costume party? Oh dear. I had no idea. You don't think I'll look silly, do you?\n\nOh. Well, no time to worry now, I suppose. Take care, Mr...\" \n\nShe looks at the priest a moment longer before waving to the halbardier." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The priest colours slightly.\n\n Lady, with your moves and the way you show off those, ah, wings, you'll be a hit at every party. \n\nHe glances up at Thok appraisingly.\n\n Come to think of it, bring jolly here. Hey, you like bears, Mister Feng? \n\nHe points out the four who are waiting for a meeting, and the monocular man leads all four onto the castle grounds.\n\nThe five pass through a decorated but still very functional courtyard, around to a side entrance to the main castle building, and down some narrow steps. The man reaches into a pouch, drawing out a small flickering flame backed by a mirror. He glances back at Thok.\n\n Sorry for the tight fit. \n\nSeveral twists and turns later, the man leads you to an unmarked steel door, where he knocks several times in a complex rhythm. After a pause, the door opens, and he gestures for the four to enter, while he remains outside.\n\nInside is clearly an office - a large one, thank goodness, because it already has a massive desk, several steel boxes overflowing with paper, and an ogre leaning nonchalantly on a surprisingly slender staff, behind the desk.\n\nPushed into the corner is a small cot, on which rests the very still figure of an older woman, whose auburn hair is turning to grey. As is her face, a closer look reveals. The woman is dressed in elaborate robes, and a greenish-brown dagger is on a simple chain around her neck. There are no signs of life from her.\n\nThe ogre gestures to a pair of chairs opposite the desk.\n\n Please, make yourselves comfortable. \n\nHe looks intently at each the four for a moment.\n\n Yes. This must be right. \n\nHe refers down to a pile of papers, and then back up at the four.\n\n Thank you each for coming. If tonight turns out to be nothing more than a good party, well, I guess I can find a way to compensate you for your trouble, and send you home with a hangover. And if I'm right, we'll need you for a bit more, and I'll owe you quite a bit more. \n\nHe covers his face with his hand, a bit embarrassed, and extends the other across the desk to Miloen.\n\n But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Lady Cylla von Tiedemann. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nSurprised, Miloen hesitates for half a second before reaching across the table and shaking the ogre's hand.\n\n \"Magic Jar? Or something else? You are a very curious person, if I do say so myself, Lady Cylla.\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"I wonder what the priest meant by bears?\" Thok thought as he squeezed his way through the small halls. He could smell the ogre before he saw it, but was surprised when it introduced itself as Lady Cylla von Tiedemann. \"This should be interesting.\" \n\nAfter the introductions Thok asks Lady con Tiedemann, \"Would you mind if I got more comfortable?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora is politely quiet as the others display their invitations. She follows the monocled fellow down to the door in a similar silence, making very little noise—only the soft sounds of bare feet on stone and the swish of her verdant gown.\n\nShe's rather surprised at the ogre's introduction, peering at him—or her-curiously, but the introductions return her composure. \"Hello, Lady Cylla. It seems you know our names already,\" she says by way of a friendly greeting." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The ogre smiles, and extends his - her? - hand to Lora, and on to the others.\n\n That's coming a great deal, from a man as enigmatic as yourself, Miloen. Have the four of you had a chance to introduce yourselves? Well, I suppose that'll come. \n\nThe ogre is about to sit in the rather delicate and expensive looking chair behind the desk, and thinks better of it.\n\n Suffice to say that my body is busy becoming something considerably more, and my mind didn't have time to take the week off. Imperial schedules seldom line up with the wishes of their servants, regardless of those servants' talents, after all.\n\nBut we're not here to talk about me. As the Vizier, I occasionally, well, viz. And last night, I had a vision of four gods with four servants, whose service to the empire came dramatically and at a point of great import. Orden, the Horned Destroyer. Ehlonna, the Protector. Glasya, the Cold Beauty. And Zagyg, the mad wizard. The vision showed me four places in and around the city, where these servants might be found. I have associates who did the rest. \n\nThe ogre sighs.\n\n I wish there was more time. The vision also showed Prince Pirot being kidnapped, and I believe that the fact that he was surrounded by fantastical creatures at the time suggests that this will happen tonight, at the party. \n\nCylla glances up.\n\n Did I mention it was a costume party? " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "After Lady Cylla stated that the party is a costume party Thok decided to dismiss the illusion cast by his hat and take a seat to make himself more comfortable. \"I assume you summoned us here to protect the prince?\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen's brow wrinkles at the mention of Gods and their servants, but he shrugs.\n\n \"No, I don't think you did. Either that or I haven't been paying close enough attention to details again. Any magic would suffice here, I assume, to look different?\" \n \"And I would be so bold as to assume you would like us to be some of the fantastical creatures surrounding your Prince, in an attempt to thwart the kidnapping?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"I don't think so,\" Lora replies, glancing down at herself, \"but I suppose I'll fit in nonetheless!\" She takes the ogre's hand without reservation, having talked with stranger creatures. Like the... horned dragon-man the half-orc just became. Well, that was a little stranger than usual.\n\nShe frowns. \"Kidnapped... oh, dear. That doesn't sound good. Yes, of course I'll help with that, if it happens.\" She's maybe a little disappointed that that was the reason she was invited, but not too put out." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Lady Cylla smiles a bit at Lora's expression. The effect, on an ogre's face, is not reassuring.\n\n I'm sorry this couldn't be much of a social occasion. Perhaps next festival time.\n\nAnyway, it's sad for the Vizier to say this, but I'm not sure who'd be kidnapping him. Not that there's a shortage of candidates. Any of half a dozen Earls have an eye on the throne. If half the rumours of his mother are true, there may be extraplanar forces at work. And, of course, there are always profiteers and such looking for an opportunity. \n\nShe turns her gaze to Thok.\n\n You are correct, sir. And it's harder than you may think. Pirot is an independent spirit, and will not take kindly to an attempt to \"coddle\" him with extra guards. Parfitt has already turned down my request to postpone the party, although he has put on extra guards at all the entrances. And of course, we maintain magical wards over the castle against those who might wish to enter intangibly, by teleport or from another plane. \n\nThe ogre gestures to the woman in the cot.\n\n But I've been...awfully busy lately, dying and all, and I'm sure that there are things I'm missing. " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"I wish you had told me it was a costume party... this could have been so much more interesting...\" \n\nTalia sighs, and flexes her wings.\n\n \"Oh well. So long as you know the price for services like mine... hm. I wonder, though, if the usual rate applies right now. I should look into that, it could be important.\" \n\nShe laughs softly." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The ogre raises a shaggy eyebrow.\n\n And that would be? " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen speaks a few words in the arcane language, hands making gestures, before he shifts and compacts, a kobold now staring at the ogre.\n\n \"When your time comes, it comes, but may I help to heal the stress on your body until then, my lady? The light of the divine can at least let your body rest easier until final resting comes to you.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Well, you know... a promise here, a favor there... nothing major. we can work it out later.\" \n\nShe laughs again; a soft, airy, infectious sort of laughter..." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The ogre smiles at the kobold/priest.\n\n Aren't you a gallant one? Softest hands I'd have had on me for a few months now. But no, with thanks. I'm resting about as comfortably as possible, under the circumstances. \n\nAnd back to Talia.\n\n Well, my work isn't so very far off from yours, in some ways, Talia. Promises and favours are my stock in trade. \n\nHer chuckle rumbles deep, rising at the end.\n\n Oh, there's some stupid rule Pirot's made about \"no divinations in the ballroom.\" Something about maintaining everyone's privacy - so that they can act as they feel, some bacchanalian nonsense, no doubt. I'm not sure how they'd enforce it, or if they'll even try, but I thought you should know. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Mileon \n \"As you wish then.\" Miloen keeps the form of the kobold though, for his 'costume.'\n\n \"Are there any particular offers you might make for payment? Understand that I wish for new experiences as much as, if not more, than I do currency, if you would. Gold comes and goes.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"You know, I could probably help you get back in there...\" \n\nTalia motions towards the woman's body.\n\n \"I know a guy that knows a guy...\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"If her body is dying, then it is quite likely that it is not strong enough to support a still able mind, which would be why she is borrowing the body of a guard. There are those that refuse to accept death until it's last moments, trying to pull every bit of experience out of life that they can.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The ogre Cylla simply smiles at the references to her body.\n\n Payment other than gold...\n\nWell, if things go right - or wrong, depending on how you look at it - I suspect that a title would be offered. You could play politics, I suppose. It's a game that rarely goes out of style. I myself have some interesting research that I might consider sharing with another practitioner such as yourself.\n\nAnything more...vigorous than that, I'm sure, Miss Talia here would be better at demonstrating than I ever could. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"Research and politics sound interesting enough, I would think. What would you have us do with your errant prince then, just keep near him?\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia glances absentmindedly at Miloen, then looks to Cylla again and laughs.\n\n \"Why, whatever do you mean?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Ogrish faces have a natural predisposition for blankness. Normally, this is an impediment when trying to convey information.\n\nSometimes, however, it is a positive boon. As when, for instance, Cylla turns to gaze at Talia.\n\nSmiling eventually, she turns back to Miloen.\n\n Well, lurking in his immediate vicinity is unlikely to work - he'll make you for guards in minutes. Pirot is cavalier, but not stupid. You might consider working the room, since there's a good chance that the nabbers will be coming from within. \n\nShe glances over at Lora.\n\n If nothing else, Lord Yendrik will take a shine to you in a heartbeat. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora smiles, puzzled. \"I'm afraid I haven't heard of him... then again, I haven't heard of very many people here at all. Why?\" \n\nShe considers Cylla's words. \"The prince doesn't want to be guarded... well, the young will be young. I did rather hope to meet him, though. It would be a shame to miss him at a party in his honor.\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"Is there any distinctive smell to the prince, a special frangrance or anything? That would allow me to keep track of him throughout the room and track him should he leave anywhere.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Cylla smiles at Lora.\n\n Well, he likes power, flowers, and pretty girls. Guess which ones I was thinking about?\n\nAnd I'm not saying you shouldn't meet the Prince, but there will be close to two hundred guests here tonight. He's the main attraction, so there'll be a lot of vying for places close to him. Staying right on him will, I suspect, draw attention. I'd love to be proven wrong.\n\nSorry, Feng, I don't think I could really say what the Prince smells like. He wears a lot of leather, and works out a lot. Does that help? " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"I will simply have to get close enough to him to get a good idea of his scent and I believe either of the aesthyr could get the prince's attention.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Well, I've got a few other arrangements to take care of for this evening, and if the four of you are going to work together at all, I should probably give you some time to do that. If you exit, Senna should be there to show you to a private chamber - you've got about an hour before most of the guests will start arriving. You'll want to decide whether you wish to be announced, in which case Senna will slip you back around to the front entrance, or not, in which case he'll slide you in from a side chamber. There are still a few in this empire that care about ceremony.\n\nThat is, unless you have any more questions for me? " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"I'm fine with a quiet entrance, myself. Announced, I think, would put more eyes on me.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks indecisive for a moment. \"Well, announcing us would draw more attention... but wouldn't not announcing us also draw attention, if people noticed we hadn't been announced? And if we came in like everyone else, we'd seem like just another guest... oh, I don't know.\" She glances at the others to see what they think." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The ogre shrugs at Lora's question.\n\n There are always those who are checking off mental lists. On the other hand, while I'd like to believe that you'll be the only guests sneaking in the side...well, I don't run the place. \n\nContent that the four are ready for their own deliberations, the ogre barks out \" Senna! \" and the door opens. The man draws the four out into the hallway, and the door closes quietly behind them.\n\nBack in the hallway, Senna nods respectfully and gestures for the four to follow him. He leads them down to a door on the other side of the hallway, leading to a small receiving room. Inside, there is an elegant and slightly ancient looking set of chairs arranged in a rough circle, to which has been added a rather massive oak stool. A counter in one corner bears a wide array of coloured decanters, and crystal glasses.\n\nFrom a ventilation hole in the ceiling, warm air wafts in, accompanied by the the distant strans of brass instruments." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Well now, well now... this looks like fun, doesn't it?\" \n\nTalia leans on one of the chairs, and stretches her wings luxuriously. She turns her head to look at the others around her, and smiles.\n\n \"So tell me. What sorts of things do you want to see happen, hm?\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"As much as I would enjoy an all out vargach , that doesn't seem to be the best thing,\" Thok said while reclining back against the wall stretching out his wings. If any of you would like to have your name called out at the door go right ahead, but I don't think many people will be comfortable to hear \"Now arriving, Thok the Destroyer,\" and I know that I can at least be myself in a costume party. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks at the winged woman, slightly confused. \"I'm not quite sure what you mean... I suppose I'd like it if nobody tried to kidnap the prince, and we could all enjoy ourselves.\" She falls silent, fidgeting a bit, but the minotaur's comment does remind her of something.\n\n \"Well,\" she laughs, \"you wouldn't tell them to call you the Destroyer. That's not a very nice title anyway. But that reminds me—none of us have been introduced. I'm Lora.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"I am Miloen.\" \n\nMiloen frowns, before he walks to the other side of the room and starts whispering to himself. \n Spoiler \n \"No, Yes, Yes, No, not to your advantage.\" \n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Well, of course I want to learn more about you! What you like, what you're best at... that sort of thing. Getting to know you getting to know me, learning how to work together and having a bit of fun. I'm sure you know the drill.\n\nYou can call me Talia, by the way.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nOnce she realizes Miloen probably doesn't want her to hear, Lora tries to stop listening to his mutterings.\n\n \"Oh... well, I'm afraid I don't, really. I haven't spent a lot of time in cities,\" she confesses. \"I suppose I like seeing new people and places, or learning more about the ones I already know,\" she continues uncertainly, not sounding entirely sure how to answer. She's never really been asked to describe herself like that before.\n\n \"What about you?\" she asks, hoping to deflect attention away from that fact." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Oh really? So you travel a lot then? It's fun, don't you think? Although I must confess, I'm a city girl myself, so it's always a bit more about the destination than the journey for me...\n\nBut don't be shy! You can't mean to tell me you don't have a talent you're proud of, right? What do you do? What can you do?\" \n\nTalia grins, revealing her perfect teeth.\n\n \"And don't you boys be shy, either.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen walks back over to the others, his muttering to himself done. I am a priest of Zagyg, and I am also a sorcerer of decent ability. I've been traveling recently, gaining knowledge and wisdom of this area. I've found many interesting things, and hope to find more. I must admit, I'm actually looking for experiences outside of my normal duties, which is what drew me here. A chance to see how others live, as it were.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Travelling is fun,\" she agrees, \"although sometimes I like to stay in the same place for a while, too.\"\n\n\"And... oh, I suppose I've always been rather good at talking to trees?\" She shrugs slightly, which makes a rustling sound. \"Most people can't do that, although I don't know why...\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"Most people, I would assume, are too impatient to stop and listen.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora nods. \"I guess. They don't speak up very often. It's a shame, though.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"I prefer people to plants, myself... probably a work-related mindset, I guess. Still, talking to trees... that must be pretty interesting. Does your being here in the city mean you're on vacation, too?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Well... not really? I think jobs are something of a city concept... Outside cities, I talk to trees and animals. Inside them, I talk to people. It's not too different, when you think about it.\" \n \"You're on vacation, then?\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"I am. It's nice to get away and just unwind like this... I should have done it years ago. Even when you enjoy what you do, it's an entirely different feeling when the pressure's off. But then... I guess you wouldn't know about that.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"No, I guess not.\" She falls silent for a moment before speaking up as something occurs to her.\n\n \"Perhaps some of us should be announced and some of us not? That would keep people from thinking we're together... not to change the subject, of course,\" she adds hastily, \"but I don't know quite when Lady Cylla wanted us to go in and it could be quite soon.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia laughs.\n\n \"Not change the subject? You've been trying to dodge it since I brought it up! We should talk later. You seem like you have a hard time expressing yourself. I could help with that...\n\nBut you do raise an interesting point. Nobody here is going to be particularly hard to pick out of a crowd, even at a costume party, so there's not much risk in splitting up. And personally, I've got no problem being announced properly...\" \n\nShe smiles, perhaps a bit mischievously." }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"This is getting tiresome just waiting here,\" Thok says with a snort.\n\n \"I think that the kothar would have the best chance to staying close to the prince with her obvious... talents. I will simply have to get close to him once to pick up his scent. As for you vorastrix , I have heard of magicians creating a magical mark that they can track using their spells over great distance, I've been subject to this a number of times. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n \"My arcane mark, you mean? Yes, I could easily enough do that and then scry for it if we lose him. It would take me a moment to cast it though, and I'd have to actually touch his skin, since we would not want to put it on clothes that can as easily be removed from him.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora flushes a bit. Probably; the green skin makes it hard to tell, but she looks flustered, as well. \"I'll go in the main entrance, too, then. And, er, sorry—I'm just not used to answering so many questions,\" she adds to Talia." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia tilts her head curiously at Thok's speech.\n\n \"...Come again? I'm sorry, cutie, but I can't understand that accent of yours. Were you referring to me at any point? I think you were, but it's hard to tell...\" \n\nA blush, regardless of skin color, does not escape eyes like Talia's. She immediately returns her attention to Lora, leaning closer to her speaking in a whisper:\n\n \"Does this mean you'll be my partner for the evening? You have good taste, I can't wait to see how we perform together...\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora blinks, looking a bit confused. \"Well, all right... what sort of partners, though?\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia licks her lips, and grins suggestively. \"That all depends on you...\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "After some banter and libations, the door to your waiting area opens. It is Senna, who simply nods and gestures for you to follow. Again, the four are are lead through a series of passages, and eventually separated, the men squeezing through a narrow side door, the ladies lead past a barrage of servants, guards and hangers-on into a lush receiving room.\n\nThok and Miloen eventually emerge via a secret passage into a dark hallway, where the distant sound of laughter and music filters through a curtained doorway. There are small doors opposite the curtain, and as soon as the secret door closes behind you, a figure emerges from one of the doors. It is a savage-looking lizardfolk, complete with javelin and woven shield, and he (she?) is still adjusting his/her loincloth. The lizardfolk glances at you and gives what might either be a snarl or a smile, and darts through the curtain. From beyond, you glimpse a dance of coloured lights, and the music and noise swells.\n\nLora and Talia are shown into line with other guests waiting to be announced. Many of the guests look human, and are dressed in the oversimplified and tarted up versions of outfits that the rich have always used when imitating the poor. Nouveau-riche “farm girls” swish along in skirts of silk woven to resemble homespun. Fat old men dress in elegant and ornate versions of the garb of bakers, artisans and funerists.\n\nMore than half of those waiting, however, are more exotically attired. With some, the use of illusion is explicit, as flashing lights and shifting colours on clothes adorn fantastical adaptations of elves, half-dragons, ancient wizards and dashing minstrels. Others, however, simply seem to be something quite unhuman. A radiant looking white unicorn prances coquettishly, ridden by a cricket-legged fae. A pair of stone giants, adorned with giant diamond necklaces and scepters, bend their heads close to whisper together. A somber skeleton in black robes holds a gleaming black metal staff. A young boy surrounded by dancing gems rides the shoulders of a massive, smouldering Balor.\n\nThe two ladies end up in line between the unicorn and fae in front, and a somber looking pair of mummies behind. One of the mummies’ wrappings is obviously contemporary and false, and does little to conceal a prominent mead-belly.…the other’s seems much more convincing. The two mummies chat quietly about the likelihood of there being enough food to last the whole night at the party, and the potential problem that open flames pose to both of them." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nThe various guests elicit a number of reactions from Talia, from interest to derision to outright scorn (none of them spoken aloud, of course), depending on the quality of the costume... or the resemblance to demons, as the case may be. She looks at the unicorn, then at the mummies, then at herself. She sighs, and picks a bit at her blouse.\n\n \"I knew I should have bought a better outfit. I'm not at all dressed for this...\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora has mostly gotten over both the confusion and embarassment from earlier. In contrast to Talia, she simply looks about with interest, taking in the people and costumes and admiring or gazing curiously at the more interesting ones.\n\n \"I think it looks all right, really... The wings do help.\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"I suppose... but if my body is the most interesting thing about me, why bother wearing anything at all, you know?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The delicate unicorn first rotates an ear backward, then glances back at the ladies. It turns to speak to Talia in a surprisingly baritone voice.\n\n Pardon me for saying, miss, but if that's not a costume, then I'd be delighted to give you a ride later - \n\nThe faerie riding the unicorn abruptly slaps it on the head hard, just behind the horn, and the two trot forward a bit in line. The conversation appears to be over.\n\nAhead, the two ladies see a grand hall opening up, separated off by thick blue velvet curtains. Through the curtains, they hear a basso profundo intone:\n\n Milady Charlotte de Corday and Lord Marat. " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Once the guests begin to be announced Thok waits patiently at the side until there is enough of a crow that he can walk past the prince as unnoticed as possible." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia gives the unicorn a coy wink before it trots off. She peers ahead at the curtains as a couple ahead of them is announced.\n\n \"It looks like we go through there. Shouldn't be too much longer... how are you planning to be announced, though? I can't believe you'd have a title, and plain old 'Lora' just won't do...\" \n\nShe smiles, and runs a hand playfully through the other woman's hair." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Mileon \n\nMiloen, still in the form of a kobold, meanders out past the curtain. He will attempt to get close to the prince and bump into him, trying to drop an arcane mark on his leg.\n\n \"S.S.Sorry there.\" he slurs. \"Thought you were the double, not that one.\" Miloen points to an empty space and then walks through it. \"Guess he was.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora's hair matches its appearance; it feels almost like living greenery rather than hair. Lora herself smiles, a touch nervously. \"I'm not really sure—I hadn't thought of it yet. Do you have a title, or some way to introduce yourself?\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Hm? No, I usually just go by Talia. I've got a military rank, but I'm not supposed to go around touting that while I'm not on duty. But actually, I was thinking I might just spend tonight playing the part of your retainer. Your name just lends itself so much better to titles, don't you think?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Er, does it? All right, then... are you allowed to do that?\" she asks as an afterthought, remembering that people were sometimes touchy about names and titles. Well, it made sense—an oak or an elm would surely hate being called an ash, and nobody would want an alder calling itself a beech." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia laughs mirthfully at Lora's question.\n\n \"Well... technically, no. But, if that bothers you, we could always call you an heir-apparent. I could even pull some strings after the party and get you something official, if you'd like. You've definitely got a better air about you for this sort of thing, though. Are there any titles you know you particularly like the sound of?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"No, there aren't any where I come from... er, lady, perhaps? That seems popular.\" She looks about them to see if anyone is listening.\n\n \"People won't mind, will they? It is the duke's party...\" Impossible to tell whether she thinks that's good for this or bad, because she isn't sure herself." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Oh, you worry too much. You're from a land without nobility; that means nobody's going to be here that could contradict you. All you need is a good surname... something exotic, like de la fleur , and you'll be all set. As good as you look, nobody will even question you. And if they did?\" \n\nTalia laughs a bit, and winks.\n\n \"Just leave that to your faithful servant, ok?\" \n\nIt was an old addage, oft repeated in Hell: the truth, stretched far enough, makes the best blindfold..." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora smiles back. \"All right.\" It was harmless, after all, and the other woman did seem to be enjoying herself with it. \"So, the Lady Lora de la Fleur, then? Does that sound about right?\" She swirls the gown of leaves about herself, making a noise like wind in a forest." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Following the lizardfolk through the curtain, Thok and Miloen emerge into what seems like one of several smaller banquet rooms. On the far side, they can see a tall archway leading into a taller hall resplendant with crystal chandeliers, and purple walls inlaid with gold. The room they are in is no cave, either, with a few slender windows high up supplemented with dancing spheres of light. A pair of minstrels with horns sit on a central platform surrounded by platters of cheeses and fruits. And the guests!\n\nEven in this side chamber, there are easily 30 individuals. A few are simply dressed in fancy-dress, dripping with gems, with half-masks of harlequins or animals. A few actually seem to BE animals - a cat prowls the food table, wearing a diamond neck chain, and a golden monkey sways on a wall sconce. Others are dressed as sailors, guards - or are those actually guards? - or a barmaid. The room also contains a second lizardfolk, who has joined his/her companion as they head towards the main chamber. No one in sight is more clearly regal than the others.\n\nThe ladies see the unicorn and fae slip through the curtain, and shortly hear them introduced as the Earl of Croom and Lord Marbuncle. A lined and earnest-looking man's face appears briefly through a fold of the curtains, and murmurs respectfully.\n\n And how shall the ladies be introduced this evening? " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks expectantly to Talia, who clearly knows a bit more about this sort of thing than she does." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia catches Lora's gaze, and flinches, hiding her body behind one wing as though she was expecting a blow. After a moment, she seems to recover, and stands back up.\n\n \"I'm sorry, I did not know milady meant for me to speak. This is the Lady de la Fleur,\" She gestures to Lora, \"and I am Talia, a servant most sorely remiss in her duties...\" \n\nShe looks at the man sheepishly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn case it's necessary: Bluff - (1d20+21)[ 38 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The man looks with a professional blankness at the two ladies, both understanding and choosing not to respond to everything. He holds the curtain open for them as he announces:\n\n Lady de la Fleur, and Talia. \n\nThe two women are at the top of a staircase that sweeps to the sides and into the midst of a grand ballroom. Off to two sides, smaller - but still grand - chambers can be seen. The main chamber contains perhaps a hundred guests, with the same kind of variety in garb, manner and species as Lora and Talia glimpsed in the entry hallway. Servants in white robes swirl through the guests, dropping off drinks and holding trays of meats and pastries. A half-dozen chandeliers dance with varicoloured light, and the same chandeliers seem to be pulsing with a lively, if low-volume music." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks at Talia for an instant in first uncomprehension and then shock before returning herself to composure. She glides forward as she's announced, halting at the top of the stairs to gaze out at the room.\n\nShe has a moment of confusion waiting for Talia so they can go down the stairs together, then realizes she would probably be expected to go down a step ahead of her, if Talia were supposed to be a retainer.\n\nStill, she manages to whisper back to Talia, barely moving her lips, \"I don't really have to behave like that, do I?!\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n \"Well... you don't have to. But any good noble knows how to keep her servants in line...\" \n\nA smiles spreads over Talia's lips as she struggles to suppress a giggle. Following Lora down the stairs, she looks about the room.\n\n \"The only thing to do now is wait for the prince. But knowing royals, he'll probably want to be the last name announced... so that just leaves milady to enjoy the party.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The four circulate, gravitating to the main room. More guests arrive, and soon it becomes a challenge to move without being pushed and prodded back.\n\nThe music segues into a brassy fanfare, with a hint of glass bells behind, and eyes slowly turn to the closed curtains at the top of the stairs. The herald professional demeanour can't conceal a smile as he calls out.\n\n His Majesty, Prince Pirot, Duke of - \n\nThe rest of the announcement is cut off, as there is a deep-throated bellow from within the ballroom. Heads swivel in time to see the Balor which had been carrying the boy surrounded by gems around, snatch the youth from his shoulders and dash him to the ground. Abruptly, a massive ape-like demon appears in the air near them, bathed in a weird red glow. The balor's voice is thick and smoky, rumbling the chandeliers.\n\nFor those who speak Abyssal:\n \n Spoiler \n Now we REALLY party! \n \n\n\n[Map is coming up, but the room is about 120' on a side. None of you is immediately adjacent to the creatures. Please post initiative rolls and initial actions.]" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen blinks at the appearance of the demon, but shakes it off, before holding up his holy symbol at them while walking towards them. \"In the name of Zagyg and others upon high, I demand you to stop, demon! \n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n\nMoving towards the demon, casting Demon Dirge. Causes (2d6)[ 6 ] damage a round for (1d6)[ 6 ] rounds, no save if CE in alignment. No damage if not CE. Fortitude save of 23 or stunned for the duration if it is a true demon.\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Bellowing a challenging roar to the ape-like demon, Thok activates the power of his ring and moves to engage the demon. \"Yth vargach kothar, wux loreat. Thok kurik vux malsvir. \n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n\nActivates Ring of Arming as Standard Action and moves maximum speed towards the ape-like demon. As a swift action move into Absolute Steel Stance." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks eagerly up at the entrance at the announcement, fully ready to see who it is they're protecting, and the interruption jars her. She looks anxiously towards the demon, easily picking the other two out of the crowd as they rush in, and moves towards the commotion—not so close as the others are, but close enough to get a better view. \"Talia! Do you know what it's saying? What's going on?\" " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nWith a flourish, Talia draws a rapier and a dagger leveling the longer blade at the Balor from across the room.\n\n \"As if I'd demean myself enough to learn that gutter mouth gibberish they call a language!\" she snarls at Lora.\n\n \"Demon! You're at a party. If you want to dance, at least be tasteful about it...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+16)[ 25 ] \n\nSwift action - entering stance: Pearl of Black Doubt \nDeclaring Dodge on Balor. Total defense action as she waits to see what the Balor's next move is...\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "A wailing goes up amongst the crowd, although the music, now seeming dreadfully inappropriate, plays on. Guests push back from the balor, whose body is now wreathed with flames. Some are rushing towards the stairs, or the side chambers.\n\nTalia draws her two blades with a flourish, staring intently at the Balor.\n\nMiloen steps towards demons, raising his hands. His words carry power, and both wince in obvious pain. The airborn demon snarls at the calm man.\n\nThok raises an arm, and abruptly, it holds a massive axe. The great horned man is now clad in gleaming armour. He pushes through the crowd towards the demons.\n\nThe flaming balor glares down at the boy who had been riding him. The boy scrambles clumsily to his feet, and he raises his eyes to the ceiling. The boy's hands begins waving, and a string of high-pitched singsong spills from his lips.\n\nThe Nalfeshnee rises higher into the air, its vestigial wings flapping madly. The red glow surrounding it intensifies to a bright pulse, bathing the room in red light.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Everyone: Please make a will save. \n\nInitiative:\nTalia\nMiloen\nThok\nBalor\nOther demon\nIf Lora wishes to join in, she can roll initiative at any time.\n\nThose who wish to, and who make a Spellcraft DC 20 check will learn that the boy is casting Summon Monster V.\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Will save, (1d20+14)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Miloen blinks as the red waves wash over him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWill save: (1d20+17)[ 28 ] \n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nWill save - (1d20+16)[ 36 ] " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "[DM rolling save for Lora...and she passes too.]\n\nThe pulse of light washes over the crowd, briefly obliterating other light sources. All of the four heroes - some might add quotation marks around that word, but this DM will not stoop to such editorializing - are able to put down the feelings of fear that rise within them, but about half of of the guests stop in place, staring wide eyed into space. Some are whimpering, and a few others twitch reflexively.\n\nRound 2 - actions please!" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nMiloen looks up at the Nalfeshee, frowning. \"Really now, you shouldn't be frightning the guests, it's in terrible form.\" Holding his holy symbol up at the demon once more, Miloen intones powerful clerical words. \"Return now to your own plane, hellspawn, and may you not return again!\" \n \n Spoiler \nBanishment on the Nalfeshee. Will save of 25. (1d20+15)[ 32 ] SR check if need be.\n\nIf they're opposed to my holy symbol, I get +1 to CL for SR check, and +2 to the save DC.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Sorry!\" Lora apologizes to Talia as she passes by.\n\nShe frowns as the waves of red energy sweep over the crowds. \"Here, that's not very nice.\" She raises her hand to her face, whispering into it for a moment, then opens her palmand blows a small cloud of pollen out towards the demon and into its eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry, I'd rolled OOC—I have a tendency to do that when I don't have anything else to post. Likewise for initiative, which was 16.\n\nBlinding Spittle (SC), cast at the nalfeshnee (or the balor if the nalfeshnee is gone). Ranged touch (1d20+11)[ 29 ] , blinds the target for (1d4+1)[ 2 ] rounds on a hit. SR: (1d20+14)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": " \"Pothoc nurh kothar!\" Thok roars and he moves through the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThok moves as close to the Nalfeshnee as possible, if it has been banished, he moves towards the Balor. If within range to attack after moving (1d20+30)[ 38 ] to attack with his greataxe using Elder Mountain Hammer, (4d6+22)[ 31 ] base damage, (1d6)[ 5 ] fire damage, (1d6)[ 6 ] electricity damage, (6d6)[ 16 ] maneuver damage\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia stalks towards the Balor, dagger held in front of her defensively. When she reaches the demon, she brandishes the small blade with a flourish, twisting her body and thrusting forward with her rapier, thrusting in just such a way so as to knock the demon off balance as well as impaling it...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the delay...\n\nMoving to Balor, transferring dagger's enhancement bonus to AC via defending property. AC at 50 (51 vs Balor). If she can reach it in one turn, she'll attack with Disrupting Blow .\n\n Attack - (1d20+29)[ 48 ] \n Damage - (1d6+13)[ 15 ] \n\nBalor must make a Will Save (DC 22), or be unable to take any actions next round.\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Critical Threat \n Confirmation - (1d20+29)[ 47 ] \n Critical Damage - (1d6+13)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Darting nimbly over the crowd on soft black wings, Talia streaks towards the Balor. She slips under a hasty swing of its massive arm, and her blade manages to dig deep into its neck. Gouts of black blood spit and hiss in the flames surrounding the demon, and the flames engulf the slender woman's arm, but do no harm. The demon's eyes lock with Talia's, and the silent enmity between the two is palpable...possibly to those in other parts of the castle.\n\nA high-pitched whine continues to sound from Miloen's direction, causing the Balor further distress. He presents the disk around his neck with a flourish, and the flying demon abruptly vanishes.\n\nWading through the milling crowd like an iceberg at a rowboat convention, Thok strides towards the demon. The massive minotaur stops well short of the demon, and with a massive swing of his axe rips a flaming tear in the demon's side.\n\nLora's hand goes to her mouth, and from her vantage on the stairs perfectly nails the Balor with a puff of stinging pollen. Unfortunately, the spores seem to catch flame in the ring of flames surrounding the behemoth, and don't even reach its face.\n\nAbruptly, the demon's hands held a flaming barbed whip and a black sword, both of which lashed out at the nimble swordswoman. The dance is ancient, swift and terrible. Talia seems to be more than holding her own, but a lucky strike catches her on the leg.\n\nMeanwhile, the boy's spell finishes, and a massive red and black boar appears between the boy and Thok. The beast slips forward, and black tusks scrape at the minotaur's armour. Initially, it seems as if they will find no purchase, but manage to punch into a small crevice.\n\nThe Balor gestures towards Talia, and the young man he grabbed nods. With a few sentences and a quick flourish, he creates a grey cloud that moves quickly towards Talia, pushing hard against her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTalia's strike does hit, and succeeds as a critical.\n\nMiloen's spell penetrates spell resistance, and the Nalfeshnee goes away.\n\nThok's attack also hits, although the flames and sparks both seem to gutter out ineffectually on the Balor's skin. Both attacks are subject to Damage reduction (although the Elder Mountain damage is not).\n\nLora's attack hits, but fails to penetrate spell resistance.\n\nTalia takes 14 points of damage (that's with 5 points of damage reduction already taken off) from the Balor's attack.\n\nThok takes 16 points piercing damage from the boar's attack. BTW, Ninja, the enhancement bonuses from your gauntlets and belt don't stack, so your strength should be 2 points lower - sorry.\n\nFor those who wish to roll a DC 21 spellcraft check, the boy's spell was Forceful hand. It penetrates Talia's spell resistance.\n\n Phoekun, please make an opposed strength check. \n\nRound three actions, please!\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThis did not happen.\n\n Lora \n\nLora frowns as the demon hits Talia, and as the boy's summoned creature attacks Thok. Maybe the demon wasn't angry with him... then what started this? Could this be an attempt to kidnap the prince? It doesn't seem all that subtle... \n Oh- if the boy is with them, maybe I should make sure he doesn't hurt anybody, or get hurt... Lora fades view in a manner that somehow manages to evoke the image of fading into the foliage, despite an absence of any foliage but her own dress.\n\nOr maybe that wasn't so nonsensical, as something else fades into existence near the boy. Fifteen feet tall and akin to a willow-tree, there are humanoid traits visible underneath its cloak of hair-like branches; a vaguely feminine figure, and the hint of a face. The willow-woman's branches reach out, gently scooping up the boy and wrapping about him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShadow Stride to teleport 50 feet as a move action, and shifting to forest form (AC 50, reach 15 ft). Attempting to grapple the boy; as long as he's within 70 feet of where Lora starts, he ought to be in range.\n\nTouch attack: (1d20+20)[ 22 ] \nGrapple check: (1d20+23)[ 33 ] \nDamage (nonlethal): (1d4+12)[ 14 ] \nIf the boy is evil, add 1 damage to that, and he has to save against golden ice.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Thok grunts in pain and turns hit attention towards the boar.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Full attack\nAttack 1 (1d20+30)[ 32 ] \nAttack 2 (1d20+25)[ 34 ] \nAttack 3 (1d20+20)[ 24 ] \n\nDamage\nAttack 1 (4d6+21)[ 33 ] base, (1d6)[ 6 ] fire, (1d6)[ 1 ] electricity\nAttack 2 (4d6+21)[ 35 ] base, (1d6)[ 6 ] fire, (1d6)[ 2 ] electricity\nAttack 3 (4d6+21)[ 37 ] base, (1d6)[ 1 ] fire, (1d6)[ 1 ] electricity\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia - Opposed Strength Check \n\nHer eyes never leave the Balor's, but she can feel it - the slight trickle of blood running down her leg, and the terror that comes with the knowledge that somehow, somehow , she had been hit. If she had a heart, it may well have stopped at this point.\n\nBut there was no time to focus on panic or revenge just yet, not with this cloud of force pushing up against her. Talia resists it with all her considerable might.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Strength Check - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] . Turn's actions will come after I know if it's a success or failure, and what happens.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Mileon \n \"Really child, you should not be so disruptive, did you not know that?\" \n\nMiloen begins chanting for a moment, Miloen brings forth (1d3)[ 1 ] celestial brown bears. \"Hold him down.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nThey draw AoO until the boy is out of attacks as they try to grapple him.\n\nAC is 15.\n\nRolling for up to three bears.\n\nTouch attack: (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \nTouch attack: (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \nTouch attack: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n\nGrapple: (1d20+16)[ 35 ] \nGrapple: (1d20+16)[ 18 ] \nGrapple: (1d20+16)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The grey cloud coalesces into massive grey hand, which pushes Talia backwards 10' towards the stairs and Lora." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nWith a beat of her wings, Talia flies up and over the hand, hovering just over the Balor's head. She twirls her rapier and unleashes a dozen blurred strikes. He dared make her bleed? Then she would return the favor. Tenfold.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRepositioning above the balor, activating Bloodletting Strike .\n\n Attack - (1d20+29)[ 48 ] \n Damage - (1d6+13)[ 19 ] plus 4 Con Damage (DC 20 Will Save for half)\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": "I am sensing a pattern, and I like it.\n\n Critical Confirmation - (1d20+29)[ 44 ] \n Damage (1d6+13)[ 15 ] (I don't know if the Con damage doubles or not)" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Talia is not able to fly away from the hand, but is able to reposition herself so that she is able to attack past it, to the Balor. It follows her immediately, and proves an annoying encumbrance, but her skill overcomes these obstacles, and she manages to strike the Balor again. It's finding it harder to shrug off these attacks now.\n\nMiloen brings help to the party, and a massive bear appears on the other side of the boy. It has no difficulty pushing him to the ground and holding him down.\n\nThe combined savagery of Thok's attacks turn the massive boar into so much striploin, and it vanishes at the third of his strokes.\n\n[PAUSING TO GIVE THE SNARK AN OPPORTUNITY TO REPOST AN ACTION, IF DESIRED, SINCE THE BOY IS CURRENTLY ALREADY GRAPPLED. IF I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING IN THE NEXT DAY, I'LL ASSUME SHE'S JOINING IN THE GRAPPLE.]" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSummoning spells normally take a full round to cast, so they wouldn't activate until the beginning of Miloen's next turn... shouldn't it be the other way around, giving Miloen a chance to put his summoned thingies someplace else?\n\nIf not, I'll work up something else.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nMiloen's summoning will go off on his action.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora frowns as she sees the cloud push Talia back, although fortunately it doesn't seem to have done too much to stop her. So the demon wasn't angry with the boy? This doesn't seem very subtle, for a kidnapping attempt... the Prince isn't even here yet. She watches for a moment longer; with the bear's arrival, the others seem to have things in hand. I hope the bear doesn't hurt the boy any. Wait- maybe they're supposed to call attention to themselves... Her dress of leaves twirls as she turns towards the top of the stairs, and midway through, she fades into nothingness, reappearing slowly at the top of the stairs as she goes through the curtain.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving to the top of the stairs with Shadow Stride and back through the curtain to see if Lora can see the Prince. Spot: (1d20+22)[ 26 ] \n\nIf she does see something with only a 5-foot step (and if 50 feet took her all the way to the top of the stairs), she might have an action left, but only if it's obvious as soon as she steps past the curtain.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Lora seems to drift into the air, reappearing on the other side of the curtain she's passed through. The antechamber, previously partially full of guests waiting to be introduced, is now a frenzied choke point for the crowd trying to escape. Guests and servants are pushing towards exits. A few guards are now trying to stay out of the way, unable to make much forward progress against the crush. None of the figures are wearing a crown, and as of yet, no one has yet been identified as the Prince. It is all Lora can do to avoid being swept further into the receiving chamber by the guests behind her.\n\nThe Balor rises a bit into the air, the better to face the intrepid Talia. His sword and whip swirl out in a haze of motion, and only her extraordinary quickness saves her from the net's grasp. However, the sword finds her twice, slicing into her arm and wing. The demon's mindvoice is harsh and thuggish in her head: Meddling hellspawn! The boy is mine by right, and you will not take him! \n\nThe boy speaks a single word and vanishes from the bear's firm grasp. He reappears a moment later, clinging to a chandelier about 30' above the combat. Abruptly, the grey mist reorients, and pushes Talia towards the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe Balor took a 5' step \"up\", but is still currently within reach of Thok and Talia. She takes 20 points from one strike of the vorpal blade, and 17 from the other - I haven't applied DR to either of these attacks. She danced VERY close to a beheading this round!\n\nTalia will need to make a DC 20 strength check to avoid being pushed towards the ground. On the assumption that she is currently 10' up, a roll of 20 or more will indicate no movement; a roll of 15-19 will indicate a push downward of 5'. A result of 14 or less will indicate that she is on the ground (but not prone).\n\nAnyone making a spellcraft check DC 19 knows that the boy cast Dimension Door.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nSeeing that the boy is not interested in doing damage at the moment, Miloen instead turns towards the balor, casting a spell and moving. \"Life stands still, and a demon's life is the same, Balor.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Slay Living, then attempting to touch the Balor after moving to it.\n\nSR: (1d20+18)[ 28 ] \nFort save: 24 for (3d6+15)[ 24 ] damage instead of death, if Miloen can reach him.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nAfter scanning the crowd, Lora realizes she isn't likely to find the Prince this way; she doesn't even know what he looks like. She turns around, trying to slip past the guest behind her and back through the curtain.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI don't know whether I'll be able to make it with a single move action or not, so I'll wait to post more actions. Strength check to move through the crowd, if I need it: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nWe can retroactively establish that Lora moved back through the curtain, fighting the crowd as she did so, at the end of her last turn.\n\nMiloen will be able to cast and move, but not make the touch attack this round. If he moves right up adjacent to the Balor, he will take an attack of opportunity from the large creature.\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Still covered in the blood of his fresh kill, Thok gets ready to take out his remaining rage on the Balor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull attack\nAttack 1 (1d20+30)[ 43 ] \nAttack 2 (1d20+25)[ 44 ] \nAttack 3 (1d20+20)[ 33 ] \n\nDamage\nAttack 1 (4d6+21)[ 38 ] base, (1d6)[ 3 ] fire, (1d6)[ 2 ] electricity\nAttack 2 (4d6+21)[ 37 ] base, (1d6)[ 2 ] fire, (1d6)[ 2 ] electricity\nAttack 3 (4d6+21)[ 37 ] base, (1d6)[ 3 ] fire, (1d6)[ 4 ] electricity\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "[spoiler]\n Critical Threat \n Confirmation (1d20+25)[ 44 ] \n Damage (4d6+21)[ 34 ] " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "@Toli:\n \n Spoiler \nGo ahead and take the AoO to get close. Oddly enough though, if I'd moved and then cast while within range, I could have made the touch attack, no?\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora slips back through the curtain after only a moment. Oh- the boy is gone? No, there he is. How did he get up there, I wonder? She glides down the stairs, raising both hands, and says something in a tongue that sounds like leaves rustling in the wind. Vines seem to grow from the sleeves of her dress, twining down the length of her arms; then, in a burst of growth almost too fast to see, the first vine stretches out to the boy, twining around him and fastening him to the chandelier; the second loops out towards the balor.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLora moves to put both Balor and boy in range, then casts Kelpstrand. If the two are within 30 feet, she hits both of them; if not, only the boy.\n\nThe spell description says to add Wisdom and caster level in place of Strength and size to the grapples, which seems to imply you still add base attack bonus... never noticed that before.\n\nRanged touch (boy): (1d20+14)[ 17 ] \nGrapple (boy): (1d20+28)[ 33 ] \n\nRanged touch (balor): (1d20+14)[ 15 ] \nGrapple (balor): (1d20+28)[ 46 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "[DM Action] Talia is slammed to the ground by the fog, but is quickly pushing back to her feet. Her sword slashes up at the Balor, drawing a modest wound.\n\nMiloen brings a spell to fruition, his hand darkening with a fatal aura. He slips closer to the creature, ducking under a swing of the barbed whip. The hum of his previous spell still hangs in the air, seeming to drive the demon to further distraction. The summoned bear, seeing no other target within reach, leaps at the great demon. The bear's claws fail to penetrate the tough hide, and the demon's flames singe the bear's paw.\n\nThok takes full advantage of the demon's focus on Talia. His first strike bites deep, although the flesh creeps part-way closed again after. The second strike buries deep in the demon's side, and the third stroke goes wide. The balor turns, seeming to notice the massive minotaur for the first time. The axe drips with black blood.\n\nLora steps forward and stretches out her arms, and a whiff of the sea fills the room. Thick, ropy and glistening, they snake forward towards the boy and the demon. The boy, clinging to the chandelier, is powerless to evade the strand, and it wraps him up tight. The demon is able to slip away from the other strand, which withers on the ground.\n\nThe demon drifts another 5' up into the air. Snarling at Thok, he spits out a single, vile syllable. It is possible to see some of the slashes covering his body begin to inch closed.\n\nThe boy struggles with the strand, to no avail.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe demon is now 10' up , above and 10' above Talia, Miloen and Thok.\n\nThok is struck by Power Word Stun for (1d4)[ 1 ] rounds.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora nods in satisfaction—he'd be safe up there, and he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone, either. Perfect. She turns to the others, realizing that whatever this demon was, it was looking more and more difficult to deal with. \"What is it that you're doing here?\" she calls over the din of battle to the demon. \"What is it you want ?\" \n\nShe casts no spells, nor does she charge towards the demon, but she is not idle, either. The green woman quite literally grows upwards, slowing and halting at around fifteen feet tall. Her skin darkens to a dusky green, and has a hard look to it, as if it would resist a blow, and the dress of leaves she wore seems to flow about her now, becoming a mantle of thick, foliage-enclosed branches like those of a willow. Her face is largely hidden under the branches as she takes a slow, shuffling step towards the demon.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShift to forest form (AC 49), and grow an extra slam attack as a move action. As her second move action, she grows another (or increases the damage of her slams/slam if unable). And a 5-ft step towards the balor.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The demon looks up - and up - at the soaring Lora, and snarls defiantly.\n\n The whelp abused our pact, and I claim his soul as forfeit. This grli'bruch - \n\nHe snaps a glance to Talia.\n\n - will not interfere. " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nTalia sinks into the Balor's shadow, reappearing in the air on the the demon's other side. Shadows swirl around her rapier, but no blow falls... for now.\n\n \"And what would you know of pacts, hm? Your kind is as likely to eat a contract as write it... and you certainly wouldn't do it properly. Tell me, how does one even go about breaking these \"pacts\" of yours?\" \n \n Spoiler \nRule of Diabolic Etiquette #549: It's rude to stab someone in the same round you're talking to them. 😛\n\nUsing Shadow Stride to move up and to the other side of the Balor (and away from that blasted hand), and readying an action to use Obscuring Shadow Veil if the demon resumes any sort of hostilities whatsoever.\n\nBy the way, how in 9 hells am I being hit so much? Not to metagame, but... this... shouldn't be possible. Right? shakes head, terrified\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nBranch-enfolded arms place themselves ponderously where her hips would be (and possibly still are, through the foliage) as Lora looks at the balor sternly. \"Maybe he did, but starting a fight at a party is no way to behave. He's not going anywhere right now, so let's put the weapons down and you can tell us what happened in detail, all right?\" Her voice doesn't sound any different in this shape; perhaps a touch louder.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI don't know if I should be making a roll for this or not? Diplomacy is +17, if you want to roll it.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The balor sneers back at Talia.\n\n Maybe I should eat you , Ba'at filth. Nah. Give me heartburn. \n\nLora's words flow like the sap of reason over the conflict. As the demon again winces at the sound emanating from Miloen's spell...and up at the boy wrapped in kelp...and the dozen guardsmen finally breaking through the crowd to help intervene.\n\nA shrug seems to ripple through the demon's body, and the weapons vanish from his hands.\n\n Fine. Take the boy...and choke on him. \n\nWithout further comment, the demon simply ceases to be there, leaving only a whiff of volcanic fumes, and a trashed ballroom.\n\nA large, golden-headed parrot with bright red wings and black tail darts from behind the curtain, and settles in Lora's branches.\n\n That's got to be the BEST costume here tonight. And thanks for shutting up my cousin. \n\nThe boy in the chandelier seems to try to cast another spell, but it doesn't go off. The hand reappears above Talia and continues to push her towards the ground, but unsuccessfully.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe Balor has scored several natural twenties on you. With five attacks a round...be happy that none of them were confirmed, given the vorpal sword...\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Oh, thank you,\" Lora says at the parrot's words, pleased at the compliment. And at the end of the fight, too, of course. \"You really think so? I- no, wait a moment.\" A branch stretches out and upwards towards the chandelier, and the leaves and branches at the end of it wrap themselves around the boy, lifting him gently but keeping a firm grip on him. The branches part around her face, leaving her looking slightly down at him.\n\n \"Well,\" she says in a firm lecturing tone, but not altogether unfriendly, \"I hope you've learned your lesson? You've frightened nearly everyone away, you know.\" \n \n Spoiler \nJoining in the grapple, although she doesn't want to do any damage; Lora can reach up to 25 feet high. Grapple checks are at +23 in this shape, if they're needed.\n " }, { "author": "cRySTaLNiNjA", "message": "Finally able to move again, Thok dismissed his armor and weapons and used the power of his hat to assume the appearance of a large half-orc. Taking a few minutes he finds the nearest full bottle of alcahol, not particularly caring what kind, and drinks back the bottle in one gulp." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Miloen cancels the held spell, and then dismisses his altered self spell. He looks around, wondering what might happen next." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Guards begin spilling into the room, followed by a variety of other servants. More than two dozen guests are either frozen in place about the room or lying, slumped like discarded mannequins on the floor. There is still a great deal of shouting.\n\nAs Lora draws the boy to her, revealing his face, she sees that his eyes are trembling, working quickly back and forth. It's not clear to her whether he hears her words, but he certainly has no response.\n\nThe parrot shifts on its perch on Lora's shoulder. It's bird voice is rasping, but also a bit sad. Ah, Caleb. You always were a twit. \n\nThok slips easily into the seeming of a big half-orc, and downs a bottle of some sparkling wine with a flourish and a belch.\n\nSome of the guests are returning to the room, moving to help others on the stairs and at the entrance ways.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHappy new year, folks! I'm back again. I hope you all got a chance to enjoy a holiday.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nAs things return to normal, and it looks like the boy—Caleb?—is finished, Lora shrinks back down to a more normal size, about five and a half feet. The thick branches and foliage shrink and turn from an olive-green to a brighter shade as they form into the close-fitting dress of leaves she was wearing before. The boy is set down on the ground, with Lora's hand resting on his shoulder. \"You know him?\" she asks the parrot. To the boy, she says encouragingly, \"Well, things look like they're all right now. Can you tell me more about what happened? Why were you doing that?\" It's hard for her to be angry at a frightened-looking child, but she manages to sound a little disappointed with him at the last line." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "Slowly, the boy's eyes clear, and he stares at Lora, startled and a little star-struck.\n\n I...huh? Where'd everybody? Why am I wrapped in seaweed? \n\nComprehension seems to dawn on him. The parrot squawks, and takes to the air as Lora shrinks down. It settles on the ground, a few feet from the boy.\n\n Know him? I've been kicking his butt on a regular basis for the last three years. Creating some sort of construct, maintaining a complicated too much trouble for you, Caleb? So you had to go and get a REAL Balor on short notice. And then you bind it improperly to boot. \n\nServants have begun helping patrons up and out. Others with brooms and mops are scooting into the room.\n\nThe parrot abruptly grows into a bold young man with deep auburn hair, casual but obviously well-made clothes, and a slender platinum band across his head. A passing servant ducks his head nervously to the young man." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n \"Oh, sorry,\" she says, waving a hand; most of the kelp clutching the boy dissipates, leaving only a lingering smell of sea-salt. \"You don't remember? The demon got mad, and you started casting spells. At us, so we sort of had to keep you out of the way. Sorry.\" \n\nShe nods to the person who was the parrot a few seconds ago. \"You should listen to him. Bind something nicer next time, maybe,\" she adds encouragingly, patting his shoulder. \"Somebody could have gotten hurt.\" Then Lora turns to the young man, looking about. \"Oh, I hope the party's all right. So many people left. Do you think they'll be back?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The former parrot smiles at Lora.\n\n I should certainly hope that folks will stick around. I do throw a mean party. \n\nStepping towards the centre of the room, he shouts.\n\n All right! Let's get the music playing again! Once this is all cleaned up, I'm sure that there are a few corners of the wine cellar that haven't yet been emptied. The night is young! \n\nHe bends to help up the pale-skinned boy, who surveys the chaos and now seems terrified of the red-headed young man. Nevertheless, the boy takes his hand and rises, dusting himself off.\n\n Th-thanks. I'm so so sorry. I just wanted to make an im- \n\nThe young man quiets him with a smile and a raised finger.\n\n Hush. A matter for tomorrow - or the day after, if this party goes as well as I hope. \n\nServants are now starting into the cleaning process in earnest. All of the injured and unconscious guests have been removed from the room, and a few of the others are shifting back in - some to grab drinks, others to actually help with the cleaning and straightening." }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nThe moment the Balor disappeared, Talia had slumped to the ground. She stares at her wounds in equal parts disbelief and horror. It... it hurt . Even her beautiful wing! She reaches out to touch it, and both hand and wing recoil from each other. She shivers, and shaking, reaches for her belt and pulls out not one, but two potions. Hungrily sucking them down, she sighs with relief as her wounds close over and heal. Eventually, she stops shaking, and moves to wipe away the tears in her eyes before at long last standing and glaring daggers at the boy.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDrinking two potions of Cure Moderate Wounds:\n1 - (2d8+4)[ 14 ] \n2 - (2d8+4)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Miloen \n\nLooking at Talia as she drinks the potions, Miloen moves towards her. \"Potions are a poor substitute for the true light of the gods, my dear.\" \n\nReaching out, he touches her shoulder as a holy light enters her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Maximized Cure Serious. 39 points of healing.\n \n\n\nAfterwards, he turns to look at the party. \"Messy, messy, messy.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora smiles happily as the party slowly begins to rejuvenate itself. \"Oh, thank you. It would have been terrible for a silly accident to have spoiled things.\" She gives Caleb a sympathetic smile to take away any sting her words might have held for him—it was impossible to be angry now that he looks so sorry about it. She looks about, eyes finding Miloen, Talia, and the orc that Thok had turned into again without a problem. Oh- I should have healed her... but we're not all supposed to be together, so I don't think I should go over to apologize just now. I hope we haven't given ourselves away... \n\nThe remaining mess, and the fact that other guests are helping to clear it away, also catches her eye. \"Do you think we should help tidy up?\" she asks the crowned man and his cousin anxiously. It was hard for her to tell where people wanted things put in their own homes, as she had found out firsthand when she tried to help clean the inn she stayed at, but maybe the servers could tell them..." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "A young servant struggling to shift an overturned table turns at Miloen's \"Messy Messy Messy\", clearly biting back a retort. Instead, she simply nods and returns to her work.\n\nYoung Caleb smiles gratefully at Lora's words, looking both slightly less miserable and also quite adoring, in his own way. A swell of romantic music seems to spring up between Lora and Caleb. No, wait. It DOES spring up. The disembodied music has returned. As Caleb opens his mouth to speak, though, the redheaded man takes him by the shoulder.\n\n Yes, yes. Now, the least you can do is put your talents to work getting all of this straightened away. I'm sure that the side chambers are a mess too. \n\nHe propels Caleb off towards a side chamber. The youth glances back at Lora a bit forlornly. The redheaded man turns back to Lora, and extends his hands in a gesture that includes Miloen, Thok and Talia as well.\n\n Well, please accept my thanks, and my father's. I'm sure we'll be getting underway again shortly. \n\nHe winks at Talia.\n\n Perhaps a dance later? We've got a hell of a band. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Toliudar \n A young servant struggling to shift an overturned table turns at Miloen's \"Messy Messy Messy\", clearly biting back a retort. Instead, she simply nods and returns to her work. \n \n\nMiloen shrugs at the servant. \"I had not a scroll of spectral servants with me today, my apologies.\" He helps her to shift the table where she wanted it.\n\n Perhaps a dance later? We've got a hell of a band. \n\nAt this, Miloen turns with a frown. \"You've already had balors, don't bring hell into this as well, child.\" " }, { "author": "cRySTaL*NiNjA", "message": "After swigging down the bottle of alcahol and wrapping a table cloth around the wound on his midsection Thok walks over towards Lora, \" Who sent the child away, I was going to eat that.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nUnfortunately for Caleb (but also quite possibly for herself), Lora seems to have missed the romantic cues. She gives him a nod and an encouraging smile to indicate he should go off and help clean up before turning to the person she's fairly certain, by now, is the Prince. She's not that oblivious. \"Oh, you're welcome! Anyone would have done it.\" The rest of the guest list, who hadn't, seem to recall themselves to her mind, and she blushes a slightly darker green. \"Well, anyone who could help would have, I'm sure.\" \n \"Thok, you can't go around eating people,\" she says with a trace of shock as he approaches. Noting his wound, she touches him, and it starts to close up. \"Besides, there's plenty of food...\" She looks about at the overturned tables. \"... well, they'll bring in more soon, I imagine.\" \n \n Spoiler \nLesser Vigor, heals Thok 15 points over the next minute and a half.\n " }, { "author": "PhoeKun", "message": " Talia \n\nWithin seconds of being touched by Miloen, all signs of the shaking, sobbing Talia of a moment ago completely disappear, leaving only the winged vixen from before. But the transition is marked, just for a moment, by a look to Mileon of profound... thanks? No, that can't be right. Still...\n\nTalia turns to the redheaded man and smiles demurely.\n\n \"A dance? Hm... sure. But can the band keep up? I'm a hell of a dancer, if I may say so myself.\" \n\nShe winks as she licks her lips." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": "The servant takes to Miloen's help with a startled and grateful smile. The red-headed man arches an eyebrow at Miloen's retort, but seems to have shifted his focus for the moment to Talia.\n\n Well, if these ones can't keep up, we'll just have to send out for more. Consider me on your dance card, madam. \n\nBowing with considerable elegance and only a faint hint of mockery, the redheaded man then leaps into the air, becoming a parrot once more. He flits off into the side chamber that Thok and Miloen entered from.\n\nThere is some sense of the party beginning to return to life. Hastily arranged plates of cold food and quickly opened bottles of wine are whisking their way in. Plates and glasses that can be salvaged have been pressed back into service. The crowd is thinner - some people have clearly decided not to return - but there are already fifty or sixty costumed revelers back in, and more streaming in." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Lora \n\nLora looks over again at Talia, who certainly sounds all right, and then around again to check if anyone else is still hurt. It doesn't look like it, so she swirls into the returning crowd to resume mingling, glancing back at Talia to see if she's coming. She glances to Thok and Miloen, too, but they're not supposed to be together..." } ]
[ { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "This is the IC roleplaying thread for two_many_tamale to roleplay Sam West, in a short prelude before he joins the rest of the Hole in the Black crew.\n\ntamale, whenever you're ready, you can set the scene as to where Sam is, what's his condition, how long it's been since the mutiny, etc. If you could shed a little light on what happened during the mutiny and how he got away and what planet he's on, that'd be even better." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by two_many_tamale \n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n And goddammit, I forgot to ask you for your email again. I can't do three PMs a day from each player. I'm already halfway over my limit, haha. So if you're going to be sending me anything that I might have the slightest inclination of keeping (anything more than a paragraph really) please send it through email. \n \n\n [email protected] \n\nBut, ohh, do I hate hotmail. \n \n\nMay I suggest Gmail? Free and clean and efficient, at least from what I and my 3 gigs of RAM can tell.\n\n\n I'll have access to Excel by about January \n\nDoes that mean you'll have a better computer too?\n\n\n So tell you what, I'll PM to your e-mail from now on, and when you reply, the replies will go to my PM inbox, right? Everybody wins! \n\nSure. In the meantime, I'll just post responses here.\n\n\n Cool.\n\nI don't know how hardcore you are about realism, but the compound barrels are purely to control the heat buildup in a gun, and thus a single barreled weapon is going to be more vulnerable to overheating. In an environment as cold as space, that could easily mean that the gun's parts could warp, crack, or suffer some other catastrophic failure from cooling too rapidly. If its contained within the hull, there's also the risk that the ammunition could cook-off as well, which is a very scary experience. I'm saying this purely for fun-factoid purposes and just in case you ever want to spice up a shipborne battle that's going too smoothly 😉 \n\nYeah, I spent about three hours yesterday reading up on tons of crap, from the weight of the Bofors 40mm ammo (just under two pounds, from all counts) to the difference between tonnage and displacement, to the average tonnage and displacement of USS frigates/destroyers/cruisers/battleships/carriers/etc. I ended up reading a lot of history on WWII battleships and their armaments. The Bofors 40mm was quite the gun, and it had a 120 ROF with no problems, so I figured technology would allow an autocannon to double that in five hundred years.\n\n\n Also for diversity's sake, in addition to fire-and-forget guided missiles, there are also plenty of other missile targeting methods currently in use, and each has to be handled differently. Wiki the following, if you ever want an enemy with off-the-wall armament:\n\nSemi-active\nBeam-riding\nInfrared\nTOW missile\nKinetic Energy Missile \n\nYep, read about that too. Semi-active, beam-riding, and wire (TOW) are all methods that rely on the launching ship or a radar base to guide the missile, hence \"command-guidance,\" which I want to avoid with the ceptor. Wikipedia doesn't know what Kinetic energy missiles are, but infrared is simply a type of fire-and-forget, used by older missiles like the Sidewinder. AMRAAMs now use their own built-in radar systems once they get close to the target. I imagine 500 years in the future, desperation missiles like the one your ceptor will have will be completely fire-and-forget and quite good at their job.\n\n\n In addition, countermeasures include\n\nAluminum Chaff\nThermal Flares\nECM (\"jammer\")\nradar decoy (aka \"Crybaby\" in the show) \n\nI'll read about these later. I just remember some flight simulator I played a long, long time ago where there were two types of chaff, a thermal one and some other kind.\n\n\n And finally, here's the latest draft of Sam's sheet. I thought I remember it being that you could get an equivalent of an extra d8 worth of skill points if you had an uncompensated major complication, right? That's where the \"Covert\" came from, and if that's unsat, then I'll take it off, bring down Branded to a minor, and put in Mean Left Hook.\n\n Sam \n\nI don't think Sam's situation with a rebel group would cause him to be Branded (major), but (minor) works. And an uncompensated minor trait is worth 40 points, while an uncompensated major trait is worth 80.\n\nBut more importantly, I'm concerned about your stats. Your points are absurdly concentrated in four skills. I would suggest leaving Interceptor and High Speed Maneuvering (ACM is a specific term that I don't think is descriptive enough or even accurate enough for our purposes) at d12+d2 at most, and using the remaining 100+ points to round out your character. After all, he's no good at anything. I mean, besides man-to-man combat \"ineffectiveness\" (6 hit points, no athletics/dodge, no guns or melee or unarmed), he can't cook, he doesn't play instruments or have any hobbies apparently, he's got no Discipline, or Perception, he can't Survive anywhere--he's not very realistic, all in all.\n\nI would suggest reading through more of the official rulebook. If you can unrar files, here it is:\n\n http://ancalimohtar.googlepages.com/Serenity.part1.rar \n http://ancalimohtar.googlepages.com/Serenity.part2.rar " }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "((Sho' thing. Anchors aweigh))\n\nIC:\n\nIt feels good to wear something that actually covers his ass, for once.\n\nSam returns a clipboard of densely-typed outprocessing paperwork to the snippy hospital receptionist and picks up his personal effects, a hat and a worn leather jacket, thus completing his discharge from care.\n\n\"Mr. West?\" The receptionist asks.\n\nSam leans on the desk. The doctor kept him an extra two weeks, mistrusting Sam's ability to avoid reinjury on his own. \"You know. You guys really can't stand to see me go, can you?\"\n\n\"Oh, not at all! We're...\" the receptionist coughs politely \"... very thankful for your release.\" She hands him a letter from her inbox. Sam sits down in the fully furnished reception area, complete with obligatory wailing baby, and begins to read.\n\n\" Hell no...\" Its from his former crew. He alternates between reading and swearing incredulously for the next few minutes.\n\nSam left his ship on bad terms, being ousted from command in a torrent of bullets after a crew meeting went horribly wrong. His disagreements have a way of ending like that anyway, but also, that issue had been one very close to heart for everyone, and Sam took the wrong side.\n\nHe's reasonable. He can admit that hiring a group of people who all share the same conflict of interest was, to be blunt, asking for it. He might even have looked back on it and laughed someday, but now they went and made it personal.\n\nThe letter is printed on nice, expensive paper, which Sam heedlessly rumples with his tightening grip. Its signed by his first mate, but Sam can recognize input from every member and far from smoothing things over, the letter loftily declares the crew's willingness to forgive Sam!\n\nIt turns out that Sam's great wrongdoing is in returning fire. The backhanded concessions continue: The crew grants him permission to keep the fighter he escaped with but then asserts their ownership of the Swartzwulf and all of Sam's worldly assets, the whole time talking down to him with a sighing undertone of wronged heroism about how he brought this on himself by obstructing their rightful duty.\n\nFinally, his first mate has the nerve to close by bidding him a warm goodbye. The woman who had played him like a trumpet nearly to his excruciating demise, well she sunnily signs off, glossing over the backstabbing with a high note. Toodle-loo!\n\nGoddamn browncoats.\n\n((Also, Sam \n\nSo I just now the PM reply here in the thread. You really have read up! ))" }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "Muttering to himself, Sam marches across the sweltering spaceport tarmac to where a formidable starfighter is erratically parked. He squeezes into the cockpit, stuffing the letter into his pocket when he notices how expansive the ruddy brown stains are on the seat. Its amazing that he was still conscious and flying after losing so much blood...\n\n\"Oh, it's not goodbye, Jaqueline.\" he breathes quietly, batting away at switches on the console. \"Not by a damn sight.\"\n\nThat's when the first warning light appears, a little lightning bolt symbol to indicate something fubar in the electrical system. Maybe Sam is lucky and the warning light is the problem or something, and its lighting up to warn him--but that would mean its working properly.\n\nAnother light pops up, this time in a different electrical grid.\n\n\"You gotta be kidding me.\"\n\nTwo more follow, one of them in cockpit electrical grid--a warning light problem, har-har. Sam has seen enough, and brandishes a screwdriver. Maybe if he...\n\nA few minutes later, Sam is back out on the tarmac, glaring at the smoke fumes belching through the Antihero 's open canopy as fire crews pack up their gear and a tow arrives to drag it to the shop. The ship is his livelihood, so ship trouble means necessarily means wallet trouble. He angrily combs a hand through his hair in thought; his main one is 'today could not be any worse.'\n\nSam turns at a heavy clap on his shoulder. Its the repair estimate.\n\n\"You know where a guy could get a loan?\" Sam asks after a moment.\n\n(( Take it away! He just got out of the hospital, and here he is looking for loan sharks already. My word.))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " +2 PP (Sam) for good roleplaying and setting up the story nicely.\n\nYour skills need to be fixed--Advanced skills (or Specialties) start at d8. You don't start over at d2 for a specialty, it builds on the base skill. So having a d8 in a specialty is marginally (d8 vs d6) better than only having its base skill, not an entire d8 of improvement. So Mechanical Engineering/Repair and Unarmed combat/Boxing need to be fixed. Also, ME/Repair is no longer a skill (please read my Game Rules section in the OP of the main thread). \n\nThe mechanic frowns and opens his mouth, ready to give you a good talkin-to. He stops himself, luckily, and wearily leads you to his office, a beaten little building off the side of the tarmac.\n\n\"Look, I ain't tryin to be the bad guy here,\" he begins as you walk. \"I c'see ya been in some... physical trouble, but da don't mean I can afford to put parts inna ya ship fa free.\"\n\nHe eyes you for a moment as you enter the grimy room. \"I know a guy startin out on de moon, does repair work on anythin gots a motor. He may be able t'help ya, cause I don't deal widat barra'd money.\" He scribbles the contact information down on a piece of paper and hands it to you.\n\n\"Yuri might be able to get you and ya raptor there too. Talk to him first. Ya raptor can stay in the hangar for anotha week.\" And with that, he leads you out the door." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n [I] +2 PP (Sam) for good roleplaying and setting up the story nicely. \n \n\nSa-weet, thanks! Let me know if I go overboard with the film-noir flavor.\n\nI'd like to spend one to find \"a guy who knows a guy\" or my other favorite, an \"ad in the Yellow Pages\" who could loan Sam the money he needs. Unless I didn't understand right and Yuri himself is willing to put the repair on Sam's tab, in which case, I'm all for that.\n\nAlso, ...Sam? . Looks like I spent more than I needed on ME and Boxing to begin with, so I put the leftovers into Perception, or something.\n \n\n\nThe spaceport commons is an apt snapshot of the city itself, a crumbling, crowding husk where half of the amenities say \"out of order\". Sam bumps and jostles his way through the riotous sea of surgical-masked travellers, making a face at each watery cough he hears. Nice to know that everyone is feeling one hundred percent today.\n\nHe almost wishes for some forensic gloves when he reaches the public comm-booth and selects the least damaged reciever, which has been thoughtfully armored in a thick sheet of neo-facist stickers. As this planet is thought of as the \"Gateway to the Core\" due to its strong job market for immigrants, every little dirtbag special interest group that ever got kicked out of the YMCA comes here to fish for supporters, or at least an addition to the coin jar.\n\nReminding himself to wash his hands immediately afterwards, Sam dials in, and then concisely explains his situation to the voice on the other end..." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The man who picks up the phone on the other end has a slight Sino-Russian accent. When you explain the make and model of your ceptor and what it was that needs repairing, you read off the port mechanic's notes to him.\n\n\"Hmm, whot you're listing... you need many new parts, and not the problem, but the problem, the problem is the mahney, correct? The problem which is why you are coming to me? Well what use are you? What you base from? I mean that, who you intercept for? How you make the mahney to pay?\"" }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "Sam doesn't miss a beat. \"Well, Yuri, you gotta understand that this kinda hit me at a bad time--\"\n\n\"Don't tell me; you 'between jobs'?\"\n\nSam can practically hear him smirking on the other end and knows that he needs some fast talking to save this deal. \"No! Well...yeah, but its not like it sounds. I've been flying for the freighter Swartzwulf for the past five years and our association just recently ended. I have a letter right here saying how much the commander regrets losing me...\"\n\nThat's one way of putting it.\n\n\"Look, don't you go thinking that I can't earn this back; I have six recorded victories logged under this fighter's registry, all legit. Hell, if I were in the armed forces, that'd make me a decorated ace by now! If it came down to it, you could do worse than have a guy like me on your staff.\"\n\n\"Of course.\" Yuri grouses, smirk none diminished.\n\n\"I'll scratch together a down payment, how about that? If you pick up the Antihero in few days, I'll have it for you.\"\n\nYuri sighs. \"All I can say is, when pickup lands for you, be sure that--\"\n\n\" Complementary airtime expired. Thank you. \" an automated voice interrupts, followed by dead silence. Sam stares hard at the phone, suddenly realizing why most of them are broken. He tries fruitlessly to find another available terminal for five minutes, when it becomes clear that any chance of salvaging some good closing comments is history. His only hope for mending fences now is to come up with a very generous down payment\n\nSam spends the rest of the afternoon with a phonebook, looking for potential quick odd jobs. Finally, much to his distaste, he turns to the private investigation firms. He still has most of his former licensing, and he remembers his old man hiring temps from time to time. It would be a tough sell to convince someone to take him on for a week, but not impossible if he settles for one of the seddier, cheater-beater joints . Tearing out the page, he heads for the address of the nearest and most promising hole in the wall establishment." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The grimy bar Sam finds himself in has but one patron, off in a dark corner nursing a drink and watching commercials on a TV. Dimly lit and awkwardly small, the room seems to be filled with a drowsy air penetrated only by the bright jingle of the lovebot ads. The bartender is wiping the counter, and seems not to notice that business has just doubled.\n\nUpon approaching the bar, Sam finally attracts the man's attention. Continuing to wipe the surface, the bartender looks Sam up and down, and doesn't miss the paper clutched in Sam's hand.\n\n\"We're closed,\" he says detachedly. \"Renovations.\" He waves his hand in a meaningless gesture, obviously having decided long ago that putting effort into making up lies wasn't worth it." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "Sam plays along. \"I'm handy. Suppose you hire me to help clean house for a few days?\"\n\nHe should have known better than to bother with drinking establishments, but Sam can't afford to be choosy right now. Already, he is mentally rehearsing his schpiel for the detective agency nearby if this falls through.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOkay, now I'm willing to spend the other point for a job/plot hook for the next couple of days.\n\nUnless this is really freeform and I can just write that in whenever I want. I didn't want to overstep my rights.\n " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The bartender runs his tongue across his teeth.\n\n\"You clean? What do you clean with ?\"" }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": " \"You clean? What do you clean with ?\" \n\n\"Extreme prejudice.\" Sam grins coyly.\n\nThe bartender rolls his eyes, looking like he's about to summon some unseen bouncer.\n\n\"Seriously though, I hate dirt; it only takes a little to ruin your image with, say, a dozen people whose opinions might figure prominently in your future.\" Sam continues, extending his hand. \"Can I assume that I've piqued your interest, Mr...?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nNote that that term 'clean' just means mitigating a legally messy situation. Rooms and leftovers is a lot closer to his original job, which was the sense that he meant it.\n " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The bartender is stony-faced, and ignores Sam's meaningless words. He asks again, \"What do you clean with ?\" and looks slowly and deliberately at Sam's belt, side to side." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "OOC: Sorry, this took way too long. I won't do that again without a good reason.\n\nSam lifts his jacket for a clearer view of his empty belt and suspenders.\n\n\"Sorry, I don't wear my tools unless I know I'll need them.\" He says in the most even voice he can manage, the one reserved for answering whether a dress makes someone's butt look big and giving official police statements (in that order of importance).\n\n\"Is that something we can work around, or should I go mop floors somewhere else?\"\n\n* * *\n Back at the Spaceport... \n \n Spoiler \nOnce again, I hope this is what you mean by freeform. If this is overstepping things, just let me know and I'll edit it out. It's looking like the Hole is going to be tasked with retrieving this ship anyway, so I thought this would make it fun for the more action-hungry on the 'Hole 's crew.\n\nThis entire development is predicated on page 100-ish of the game manual, where it says that private ownership of missiles is a no-no in the Core. Also, Sam should probably be a somewhat high priority criminal because of the ID theft (I should have changed that Branded to Dealy Enemy).\n \n\n\nOne problem with combat ships is that its so hard to build a functional one without it becoming too conspicuous to miss. Its a wonder that a ship like this head-turning \" Antihero \", with unobscured missile racks and an imposing 40mm, has even lasted this long in the Core.\n\n\"Who's this ship registered to?\" the Arms and Substance Control Agency officer askes with that intimidating breeziness they must teach at the academy, as he garnishes his notes with the Antihero 's official name: GSC-L-6944.\n\n\"I danno. Looks like phony paperwohk anyway.\" the spaceport mechanic raps the back of his hand against the clipboard. \"I ain't never heard of a 'Dyson' ship manufactura, and there's absolutely nuttin built in that looks old enough to fit this model year. There's blood all over the cockpit, by the way.\"\n\n\"Oh, nice.\" The officer bobs his eyebrows, scratching away at his notepad. \"Not yours, right?\"\n\n\"No way.\"\n\n\"Good. We'll get that tested and see what comes up, but if the guy comes back, you need to call us immediately or else you could end up being considered an accessory, understand?\" The officer shouts over a sudden, blaring whine:\n\nA hydralic jack closes a bulky restraining boot over the fighter's foreward landing gear, which another officer attacks with a bolter. The mechanic winces as the handheld mass driver rams six steel rods through the foot of the boot and into his shop floor, which immediately sprouts a series of spiderweb cracks from the sudden stress. That fighter isn't going anywhere without a lot of persuading...\n\n\"Thanks for reporting this.\" The officer smiles tautly, slapping a special crime scene lock through the personnel door, while the heavy bay door groans shut on its own.\n\n\"Yeah, sure.\" the mechanic grumbles." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " I'm really looking forward to when Sam meets the rest of the crew. At that point, I can finally show the other players this thread, and have them read it and use it as the prototype for excellent roleplaying and the type of writing I'm looking for. It's almost not fair you're a great writer with great ideas, but here's another +1 PP (Sam) for an excellent plot device.\n\nBy the way, what planet is this? I had intended for this just to be Persephone, makes it easier for the plot. The crew can come back with the floats, drop em off and head over to the city you're in. \n\nThe bartender eyes Sam for a pause, then takes a step to the side. He jerks his head in the direction of the doorway he was previously blocking. \"Tell 'em you're new. A new cleaner.\"\n\nThe doorway leads to a dark corridor, bathed in red light. At the end of the corridor Sam finds a closed door. If Sam knocks, a voice will ask him what he wants. If Sam says that he's a new cleaner (or anything similar), a thin, beak-nosed man with a cigar in his mouth will open the door, revealing a small, smoke-filled room. Two fat guys are watching sports from a couch, and a round virtual poker table sits next to a virtual pool table.\n\nThe thin man pats Sam down and runs a hand-held scanner over him.\n\n\"What's your name? What can you do? I mean, what are you good at doin'?\" He eyes Sam and chews on his stogie." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n I'm really looking forward to when Sam meets the rest of the crew. At that point, I can finally show the other players this thread, and have them read it and use it as the prototype for excellent roleplaying and the type of writing I'm looking for. It's almost not fair you're a great writer with great ideas, but here's another +1 PP (Sam) for an excellent plot device.\n \n \n\n \n\nHehe, thanks. I was going to say something similar at the get-go, but I couldn't think of a way to without sounding like a primma donna jerk.\n\nFeel free to hold me to stricter standards when you're considering these rewards and stuff; I won't take it personally, and it would be better to have to use good judgement and reasoning to solve problems.\n\n\n By the way, what planet is this? I had intended for this just to be Persephone, makes it easier for the plot. The crew can come back with the floats, drop em off and head over to the city you're in. \n\n \n \n\nIts Genericus Planetus IV: wherever it needs to be. The 'Gateway to the Core' immigrant ghetto thing was just something that hit me at the moment, but given Sam's circumstances of arrival, it seemed like a nice comprimise between getting stitched up with saddle-wire and paying $6000 just to be told he appears to be shot and then given a referrral.\n \n\n\n\"Name's Skip.\" Sam says with a casual handshake. \"I can shoot, but hey, so can an old lady, right? I'm sure you've already got your go-to guys for that anyhow.\"\n\n\"Sure. And...?\"\n\n\"Think of me as an insurance policy, or a walking second chance; I fix mistakes. If one of your regular guys accidentally makes a mess and he's worth enough to you, I go in there real quick and handle anything that could come back to him.\"\n\n\"A gallon of gasoline can do that too. So what?\" The man shrugs. One of the guys glances back from the TV.\n\nSam sighs through his nose. \"Can a gallon of gasoline pick your guy up on the way home and make sure there isn't a big mouth running loose? No, what it'll do is bring in twenty-odd more potential witnesses to fight the fire, and make a big enough scene that someone is guaranteed to look into it. If your guy is in custody and the case doesn't get thrown out for being too vague, then there's no way around it--he's gonna end up at the bargaining table and he'll probably spill his guts.\"\n\nWhen Sam sees the man nod in consideration, he pulls out al the stops.\n\n\"You'd be amazed what can survive a fire, too; I had a retard for a friend once, and the guy was just obsessed with his stapler, and wouldn't you know it, but one day--\"\n\n\"Okay, okay, sheddup.\"\n\n\"So am I handy?\" Sam askes.\n\n\"Lets just say you've made your case.\"" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Hmm, I would ask you to talk for NPCs a little bit less in the future. Just describe what Sam says or is prepared to say. My last post, for example, didn't include any of Sam's words or his actions. I didn't describe Sam going down the corridor, I just described the corridor and what would happen if Sam were to go down it and knock on the door. I'd like for you (and the other players) to do the equivalent thing regarding NPCs. Not a big deal, I just want to make sure 1) plot twists I have in mind don't get pancaked by players' text, and 2) NPCs behave the way I'm imagining them to--their word choice, actions, body language, etc. \n\nThe man rolls the cigar to the other corner of his mouth.\n\n\"Fine, let's see what you got. I'm going to get rid of this moron soon anyway, so why don't you go down and find him messin' up--he's trying to make the rounds on one o' the blocks in the warzone. Name's Merv, about yea high, a redhead, wearin' a brown jacket today. Ask around the shopkeepers, tell 'em you from Danny--that's me--they'll tell ya whether they seen him today or not. You'll find 'im. You fix whatever problems he got himself into today.\"\n\nHe grabs a pistol off the shelf and checks the ammo.\n\n\"This is your insurance, insurance man,\" Danny says as he hands it to Sam. Looking at Sam straight in the eyes, he leans in and raises his finger. \"Don't fcuk me, got it?\"\n\nLeaning back, he resumes his casual demeanor. \"Help yourself to a chocolate,\" he says as he nods to a bowl by the door, before turning around and making his way to the couch. \"They're imported from Sihnon, delicious.\"" }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": " Okay. So I should limit myself to speaking for them only in flavor dialogue, when it doesn't make sense to blow four posts and a week IRL to get to the point? Or, just don't do it at all (I can get by without banter, but I think its less interactive that way) \n\nSam nonchalantly dangles the sidearm by its trigger ring on his knuckle, trying to look cocky but actually counting on the hairs to keep that part from leaving any clear prints. As soon as Danny turns around, Sam snakes his hand into his sleeve and clamps down on the gun with that.\n\nGun secured in his shoulder holster, Sam picks out a chocolate with a rustley noise but slips it in his pocket, instead chewing on his tongue. He says through the fake mouthful, \"Damn, that is good. Alright, see you later.\"\n\nOn his way out, Sam stops by the bar. \"Say, I need to replace a couple of speciatly tools if you know any vendors...?\"\n\nHe is confident that the bartender will point him to a business in the protection ring (who doesn't want to support their own thralls?), and doesn't want to admit being new in town; it would be dangerous for them to think he could go missing unnoticed.\n\nAfter recieving the answer, Sam steps back out onto the noisy street, staring down at the chocolate wrapper. These guys must be a pretty high class bunch, and he wonders if this chocolate might have been handled by their own industry. He goes through what he knows about Sihnon's underground...\n\n Knowledge (d6)[ 4 ] \n\nAlso, he makes sure to wander around quite a bit in order to make any tails obvious.\n\n Alertness+Perception [roll]d8+d6[/roll]\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, those are my inaugral rolls. I hope those are right.\n\nIt looks like if we go from a game perspective, then Sam's Dead Broke comp means that he starts with 375c and has to spend a bunch of it, some of which will have to be in cigarettes due to his Hooked. But , I guess I implied that Sam only escaped the Swartzwulf with the clothes on his back. Is that how you want me to be, or do I have the 375 to work with?\n " }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "Alertness + Perception: (1d8)[ 2 ] + (1d6)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Yeah, exactly. (re: speaking for NPCs)\n\nAbout the chocolate: It's just a piece of flavor I added--Danny is a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to delicacies. Nothing behind it. \n\nThe bartender gives him directions in a lazy, offhand way. Apparently there was a special provider they used right in the middle of an area known for its shops and nightlife. It may not be where the \"warzone\" is, but it's Sam's best bet.\n\nAs Sam wanders down to the area, though he does not notice anyone tailing him, he thinks he may have seen a few eyes follow him for a second too long.\n\nThe address for the guns guy leads to a bakery. All along the street--which seems to be one of the major lifelines of this run-down, backwards city--shops and stores are peddling their goods to passerby. This is likely where Sam is supposed to look for the redheaded Merv." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "(( Dude, all it needs are bootleg video vendors and it would be Canal St.\n\nAlso, when I get home, I'm going to see if its legal to turn plot points into advancement points, because I'm thinking maybe Sam should be the Hole's Inside Guy/Sabotuer when he joins, seeing how Lee and Jin have the shooting covered. That's going to take a lot stonger of a knowledge roll than d6 if I want to do that ))\n\nSam frowns at the bakery, not in the mood to try and talk his way past another front, if its even that. He begins systematically going store to store, saying the minimum possible to find Merv's whereabouts and the direction.\n\nGetting furstrated, he steps into the cleanest establishment on the strip, a dingy corner grocery, the kind of place whos refrigerated goods are indistinguishable from room temperature.\n\n\"Hey. 'Seen Merv today?\"" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Lee's gone. Kyuss hasn't posted in like a month, maybe more. I'm going to need to replace him and possibly Conners (hasn't posted since our discussion on writing, may be quitting) through the recruitment forum. We'll see. Anyway, if you want to be a recon guy, coordinate with Nelphine/Boran. He also wanted to be a sneaky, spy/informant type. Has the technical stuff to go along with it. You two in the future would make a good team.\n\nAlso, whenever you want, you can spend whatever points you have on advancing your character.\n\nLastly, I'm trying to make a picture of your interceptor, as the actual model for the Templar has a cockpit that's too small. If I were to scale it up so the cockpit is the correct size, the ceptor wouldn't fit in the aft cargo bay. I took the front of the Omen, however, and I'm slapping it in the middle to serve as the cockpit/main fuselage. Messing with it currently. \n\nThe aproned man behind the counter looks at Sam with a flash of resignation and annoyance, but after being informed that he was dealing with one of Danny's men, quickly mentions that he saw Merv about an hour ago. He was heading south along the street.\n\nAs Sam walks down the street, other vendors let him know that Merv has been making his rounds. About fifteen minutes later, Sam is approaching a bar when he suddenly hears a gunshot, followed by two more, coming from it. Twenty seconds later, the door is thrown open and two screaming waitresses run out and into the parking lot." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": "Oh no.\n\nIf Merv's reputation precedes him, then Sam has a bad feeling that he just ran into it. He breaks into a run, intercepting the waitresses.\n\n\"Hey, hey! \" He shakes one by the shoulders. \"What just happened in there?\"\n\nIf it is his guy, then he has to contain these witnesses. If it isn't, it would be good to know before he went diving in headfirst." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The woman wrests her way out of Sam's grip. She shakes her head vigorously and whimpers, \"I ain't no rat... just leave me alone!\"\n\nThe other waitress has already disappeared behind the corner of a nearby building." }, { "author": "Ya Ta Hey!", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n She shakes her head vigorously and whimpers, \"I ain't no rat... just leave me alone!\" \n \n\nNo one can be a rat unless there's someone to rat on , so that pretty much tells Sam everything he needs to know. With a disgruntled sigh, he strides up to the door , takes a breath, and...\n\n...softly pads inside." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Hey, sorry for the delay. I'm going to move the game to myth-weavers.com I think. Their forum tools are amazing, not these crappy barebones ones here. You should go register an account, read the FAQ. It's pretty impressive.\n\nAlso, I finally figured out a way to make the interceptor work without having to mess with the Templar much--I'm going to have it contract into compact mode when it's aboard its base ship, which allows me to fit it into the aft bay and still have room for (a slightly smaller than originally intended) shuttle in there too. It works awesomely, I think: Storage mode and Combat mode and actions shots 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 . \n\nAs he nears the door, Sam picks up an angry male voice, shouting about something. As he slinks inside, he sees a mostly-empty bar. One customer is cowering in a booth; another is hiding behind a wall. The decorations are pedestrian, the lighting dim. The lone waitress holds her hands in front of her, palms outward, begging with the man in the middle of the room--a man sporting a brown jacket and a head of reddish brown hair.\n\nNear the waitress lies Merv's victim, a balding, mustached man, covered in blood and not moving. The pleading girl, tears down her cheeks, is trying to explain, but Merv is clearly in a fit of rage.\n\n\"--you and ya plinky ol man, every damn time I'm here, to come to me if anything changes--\"\n\n\"--please, Merv, please! We couldn't do nuttin', I swears to you Merv, it wasn't like that, there--\"\n\n\"--if they botha ya. But no , ya can't do that, can ya? Well, now youse gotta be taught a lesson--\"\n\n\"--had five guys Merv, they was packin', we had to give em what they wanted, we had to pledge to them--\"\n\nMerv shakes his head in mock resignation as he slowly lifts his gun to point at the girl." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Okay, I moved the game to MW. This is the forum: ( http://www.myth-weavers.com/forumdisplay.php?f=6758) , this is your thread: ( http://www.myth-weavers.com/showthread.php?t=28871 ) but you can't view it until you register and I grant you access to that private thread." } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: Kaldar vs. Sir Schwant \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I'm here, still likely to make purchases.\n\n init. - (1d20)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "I probably won't buy anything unless your purchases warrent a response.\n\n init - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": " Sorry, still here, haven't had access to a computer. Will post purchases in the next few minutes. \n\nI purchased a potion of shield of faith +2a\nRemind me again how you have a +4 to attack? 1BAB +4Str -2 tower =+3, and I don't see weapon focus or similar ability on your sheet." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "It should be +3 if I use the shiled (as refleced in the main battle scores in the top of the sheet). I updated Kaldar in a hurry because he was put into this round before he was even leveled up. The +4 in the weapon section is without the sheild and while I updated the BAB in the main section, I didn't fix the total to be +5 (before the tower shield) in the weapon section.\n\nKaldar starts out in B13 holding a wand in one hand and a javelin in the other hand. He moves to J12 and casts a spell that creates a pearly light that gathers around him.\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nKaldar also activates his travel devotion as a swift action\n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Light of Lunia 1/10, Travel Devotion 1/10\nLoc: J12\n\nmemorized spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Guidance, Virtue, Cure Minor x2\n1: Light of Luniax4, Truestrike (domain)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Sir Schwant - 2nd to act in Round 1\nStart in Y13 with potion in one hand and sword in the other. Move to W11 and drink potion.\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nPotion of shield of faith\n\nDeclare him Knight's Challenge\n\nHP:22/22\nAC:18\nBuffs: Shield of faith +2 1/10; Knight's Challenge 1/7\nPosition: W11\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar moves to Q13\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Light of Lunia 2/10, Travel Devotion 2/10, Ready Action (see below)\nLoc: Q13\n\nReady action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady action to move if Sir Schwant moves within 15ft of Kaldar\n \n\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Move to S10 \n Spoiler \n Take total defense action\n \n\n\nDone\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nAC:22\nHP22/22\nPosition:S10\nBuffs: Knight's challenge 2/7 shield of faith 2/10\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar moves to W10 and fires off a ray of light at Sir Schwant. He then moves to X2 as a swift action.\n\n touchattack - (1d20)[ 19 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Light of Lunia (1 ray spent) 3/10, Travel Devotion 3/10\nLoc: X2\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Sorry for my absence, I was at a debate tournament, and did not have computer access. It was a surprise to me, so I could not say as much in the waiting room.\n\nSS double moves to X5\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\n\nHP:18/22\nAC:18\nBuffs: Shield of faith +2 3/10; Knight's Challenge 3/7\nPosition: W5\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar fires off another ray of light before moving to O9. The shimmering around him has stopped.\n\n touchattack - (1d20)[ 18 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\nEdit: forgot stat block\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Travel Devotion 4/10\nLoc: O9\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Move to Z 5\n \n Spoiler \nTotal Defense action\n \n\nDone\nStats: \n Spoiler \nHP:12/22\nAC:18 (+4 total defense, Possibly +4 cover)\nBuffs: Shield of faith +2 4/10; Knight's Challenge 4/7\nPosition: Z5\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar moves to R12 and casts a spell. The light re-appears around him after he is finished casting the spell.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Light of Lunia 1/10, Travel Devotion 5/10\nLoc: R12\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Move to W3\n \n Spoiler \n ready action to move out of LoE if he launches a light of lunia at me.\n \n\n\ndone\nStats \n Spoiler \nHP:12/22\nAC:18\nBuffs: Shield of faith +2 5/10; Knight's Challenge 5/7\nPosition: W3\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar moves to P1\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Light of Lunia 2/10, Travel Devotion 6/10, Ready Action (see below)\nLoc: P1\n\nReady Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady action to move if Sir Schwant starts to move north of row R (headed into row Q)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Move to T2\n \n Spoiler \nReady action to move out of LoE if he launches light of lunia at me\n \n\n\nDone\nStats \n Spoiler \nHP:12/22\nAC:18\nBuffs: Shield of faith +2 6/10; Knight's Challenge 6/7\nPosition: T2\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Kaldar moves to T5 where he fires off his light at Sir Schwant before moving again to O11.\n\n RTA1 - (1d20)[ 13 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n RTA2 - (1d20)[ 15 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Travel Devotion /10\nLoc: O11\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Ref Mav:\n\nSir Schwant has a readied action that goes off.\n\nAlso, Bigmac would you define when your using your travel devotion for movement, and when your taking a regular move action." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Either of the moves before or after the attack could be the swift action, but I will try and be more precise about which is which." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nDue to inactivity and disqualification, Kaldar is declared the winner." } ]
[ { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " As the world goes dark, loud roars peirced the air. The war of the dragons began. The foul Tiamat relentlessly attacked he brother, Bahamut, with swarms of dragons, while fearsome Kobold's slaughtered entire cities at once. The air was alight with flames and smelled of brimstone. Dragons, chromatic and metallic alike, were brutally slain by each other. Millenia later, Bahamut, who was finally tiring of his eternal conflict with Tiamat, decided to hire the strongest mercinaries that he could find: Adventurers. \n\nOK, the game has started, so allow me to tell you of your location. Remember to post dice rolls in the dice rolls thread.\n\n You are in Bahamut's cave. You gaze in awe at its splendor and beauty. The smell of brimestone normally caused by dragon's breath is replaced by a divine smell that smells like everything good and pure in the world. Bahamut himself is overlooking your position. He is at a massive size with shining scales of brass, copper, gold, silver, and bronze. His servants, gigantic but not even half is size, are flying around bringing him food and offerings. However, there is a rumbling. Do you go to investigate? " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "2 questions: what direction is the rumbling coming from, and where is Denakai in relation to the others?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Everybody is next to Bahamut, and the rumbling is coming from the north." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Locally, or distantly?" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " Kanus Teryn strides from the shadows, curious at the sounds coming from seemingly everywhere." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "They are all near each other." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Place holder? Also, let me see if I understand: We are all standing together, and there is a rumbling coming from nearby to the north." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yes. However, it doesn't feel like a normal earthquake. It seems to get more intense each time it occurs." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"What is that noise?\" Denakai asks no one in particular, cocking his head to the side." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The rumbling is shaking as hard as it can be. Everybody, make balance checks." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Balance: (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n\nRowan, slightly unsteady, looks around the room at the group of adventurers assembled. His mind wonders again how he is going work as part of a team. To get his mind off of worrying he looks up at Bahamut and asks, \" My lord, do you know what is causing this disturbance ?\"" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "OOC: Balance check in dice rolling thread. Have we already talked with Bahamut? Did we just walk/teleport/fly in?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bahamut teleported you all here." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Despite falling over flat on his behind, Denakai, ashamed of his lack of decorum, quickly rights himself and bends knee to Bahamut." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "(OK, so Denkai and Jowan are currently prone, but Rowan made the check. We need to see Kanus' and Arkol's character's rolls." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Kanus struggles to keep his feet.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n\nAfter falling to the ground, he gathers himself and casts overland flight , then causes himself to drift upward off the floor so as to be unaffected by further rumblings.\n\nHe then also casts greater mage armor , as he feels that somehow this will not end well." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, all we need know is the roll of Arkol. Kanus and Rowan made the check, DC of 10, while Jowan and Denakai are prone this round." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "For the first momments Kamal can only stare in awe to the great dragon that stands before him. Even as the ground shakes around him he cannot divert his eyes from the great beast.\n\n Balance - (1d20-5)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK.\n\n As Kamal, Denkai, and Jowan fell to the ground, a fearsome group of dragon-like creatures bursts through the cave wall, bringing the smell of brimstone with them. One is a black-scaled demon with a rusty falichon. Another is a blue and yellow lizard with electricity crackling from its horn. The third resembles a green dragon, but has only two legs and razor-sharp wings. The fourth is a tall red beast with a staff that is alight with flames. The final one is a large dragon with shimmering scales. They boldly announce \"Tiamat has sent us to finish these 'Legendary Heroes' sent by Bahamut. This shall be an easy job \" However, as Bahamut's servants start to charge, Bahamut says in a booming voice \"No, this might be our heroes' one chance to prove themselves. I need to see their prowess, in order to tell what kind of missions they will handle.\" \n\nRowan and Kanus, roll for initiative." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I'm a bit confused as to what exactly is going on...\n\nOn another note remember that I have my senses aura active so you get +2 to your initiative checks...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OOC: Quick Summary: Tiamat and Bahamut are at war, so Bahamut summoned you to help. However, Tiamat's minions, who were causing the shaking by pounding on the walls with all of their might, managed to break through the wall. Although some of you were knocked down, you will be able to rejoin the battle against them after this round.\n\n\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|A\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\|_______________________________\|" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jowan can only watch the conflict franically while he tries to untangle himself to met this threat." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "UPDATE: I added a poorly-made battle grid to make things easier in combat." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I assume the letters are our nicks and not our character's names right?\n\nDon't we act anyway in this turn? Sure we prone so we need to get up but why don't we act now?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "(OOC: Yes, they are your nicknames\n\nWell, you could make another balance check to try and get up.)" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: Didn't we just fall down? We're prone right? Just a move action to get up correct?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Sorry, forgot about that. Yes, you can get up. However, you need to roll initiative before that to see if you can before your foe's C'oup De-Grace you. The highest initiative of thse is 22, so hopefully one of you can win initiative and distract it." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: O_O we're not helpless..... )\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "I know, but I just wanted to inform you about the insane initiative of some of these beasts." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I was just poiting out that in order to coup de grace someone, that someone must be helpless... which we're not...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Oh. I must have misread it. Sorry." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+6)[ 25 ] (+2 more for arkol's aura if I understand correctly)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Now we need to wait for Dorizzit and Ravenkith." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Sorry about the wait: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Order:\n\nRowan: 25\nBlack Fiend: 22\nBlue Fiend: 19\nKamal: 17\nGreen Fiend: 16\nKanus: 14\nRed Fiend: 14\nWhite Fiend: 14\nDenakai: 12\nJowan: 9\n\n\nAs soon as Ravenkith posts, we can start the Epic Conflict.\n\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|A\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Initiative roll:\n\n (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n\nKanus looks at the new arrivals from where he is hovering, and catches the byplay between Bahamut and his underlings with surprise.\n\n \"Well crap,\" the diminutive mage thinks to himself. \"That's 31 different flavors of not good,\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan sees that the odds are even so he targets the creature in front of him and lets out a string of arrows, hoping to show Bahamut his faith is well placed.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+17)[ 27 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+17)[ 21 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+4)[ 12 ] and bane: (2d6)[ 4 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+4)[ 8 ] and bane: (2d6)[ 2 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+4)[ 6 ] and bane: (2d6)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The lumbering black beast roars as the three arrows peirce his flesh. Regaining his composure, he and the blue beast run up to Denakai and Kamal. The black beast slashes Kamal with his sword as Denakai is gored. Although Denakai is hit by the beast crackling horn, Kamal swiftly ducks under the flailing Falichon.\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|A\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nDenakai loses 44 HP. Ouch.\n\nKamal's turn." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai growls in pain as he is impaled upon the floor where he fell." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: what's your maximum HP Dorizzit?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "73 is his maximum." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "OOC: So basically I need to drop this guy like a sack of potatoes or I'm dead." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Well, as Arkol is going next, I'm sure he can get some Healing Mojo going." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "OOC: Ideally he's looking at a certain half-dragon with a hole in his torso." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "At least he didn't get a critical. Then I would have to spin the wheel of lost body parts." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Oog. 😦" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Along with double damage, a critical hit would have me roll a d20 to see if a body part is lost. It'll make fighters better. Fumbles have similar effects.\n\n1 (Miss)\n2-5 (Arm) [Can't use 2-Handed weapons, Dual Wielding, Shields, or use items while holding a weapon.]\n6-10 (Leg) [Halves movement speed and dex bonus]\n11-15 (Eyes) [Blinds opponent, causing them to move in a direction rolled by a d8]\n16-19 (Blood Vessel) [Causes them to bleed uncontrollablly, taking an extra d6 points of damage every turn]\n20 (Head) [Roll a d20. If under 15, it instead hits the eyes, but for triple damage instead of double. If 15 or over, is an instant kill.]\n\nNow for the Wheel of Fumbles\n\n1 (Self-Impale) [Fatal, I pity the fool who rolls a one after a fumble]\n2-5 (Weapon Loss) [Your weapon flies out of your hands.]\n6-10 (Weapon Backfire) [Your weapon flies out of your hands and may hit a party member, unless they make a reflex saving throw to catch it]\n11-15 (Trip) [You trip over your clumsy feet, falling prone for a turn]\n15-19 (Counter) [You miss, and your opponent sucker-punches you in the gut.]\n20 (Regain Composure) [Lucky! You hit your opponent after all.]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "OOC: Interesting....I've seen similar, but that's different from anything else I've seen." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Thanks for the compliments." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Along with double damage, a critical hit would have me roll a d20 to see if a body part is lost. It'll make fighters better. Fumbles have similar effects. \n \n\nI don't suppose fighters would get to choose to not to both the crit table and the fumble table on their attack rolls? Monsters don't usually last long enough for\narms and legs to really matter and hurting (or killing) yourself and your teammates on rolls of 1 make me even more leery of using what little fighting ability I have." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Actually, I think I will make it a primary fighter (Paladin, Duskblade, Knight, Fighter, Ranger, Barbarian) and monster-only ability, so you don't need to take it. Also, I'll change the list a bit. I am just trying to give people who's primary role is hitting stuff with a big sword a chance.\n\n1 (Miss)\n2-10 (Arm) [Can't use 2-Handed weapons, Dual Wielding, Shields, or use items while holding a weapon. Hits leg if enemy has no arms]\n11-20 (Leg) [Halves movement speed and dex bonus]\n21-30 (Eyes) [Blinds opponent, causing them to move in a direction rolled by a d8]\n31-40 (Blood Vessel) [Causes them to bleed uncontrollablly, taking an extra d6 points of damage every turn]\n41-50 (Stomach) [Sickens your opponent]\n51-60 (Wing) [Prevents flying ability. If opponent doesn't have one, hits arm]\n61-70 (Horn, Claws, or Spikes) [Sunders enemies random sharp body parts, can be a real stinger to enemies like Thunderlizards]\n71-80 (Weapon) [Sunders a random weapon of the enemies. Hits horn if enemy is unarmed]\n81-90 (Jaw) [Dislocates enemy jaw, giving a -1d10 penalty to bite checks.]\n91-99 (Heart) [Causes enemy to fall prone for one turn.]\n100 (Head) [Roll a d20. If under 15, it instead hits the eyes, but for triple damage instead of double. If 15 or over, is an instant kill.]\n\nNow for the Wheel of Fumbles\n\n1 (Self-Impale) [Roll a d20. If under 15, you die. If 15 or over, you regain your composure.]\n2-10 (Weapon Loss) [Your weapon flies out of your hands.]\n11-20 (Weapon Backfire) [Your weapon flies out of your hands and may hit a party member, unless they make a reflex saving throw to catch it]\n21-30 (Trip) [You trip over your clumsy feet, falling prone for a turn]\n31-40 (Counter) [You miss, and your opponent sucker-punches you in the gut.]\n41-50 (Grab) [You miss, and the opponent starts a grapple as if he had the Improved Grapple feat]\n51-60 (Stumble) [I roll a d8, and you move one square in that direction]\n61-70 (Hop) [I roll a d8, and the enemy hops one square in that direction]\n71-80 (Rage) [You miss, and you become enraged. Like a barbarian rage, but lasts for one turn.]\n81-90 (Fatigue) [You become fatigued after a particularly cumbersome sword strike. Like rage, but with less benefits]\n91-99 (Dizzy) [Spinning around after swinging your sword to hard, you move in a zig-zagged bastardization of your current path next turn.]\n100 (Regain Composure) [Lucky! You hit your opponent after all.]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "What if the opponent has no jaw (or at least bite attack)? Also, where's Arkol?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "It hits the eyes." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Ah. _______ " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "If it hit the head, that would be cheap. Same thing with the horn." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Ah. _________ " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal raises his shield high above his head and moves towards his comrade. As he does so he closes his eyes for a momemt. Just slightly more then a blink and suddenly something around him changes. Most of the ones present can't really sense it, but indeed something is slighly changes.\n\nAs he reaches Denakai he keeps his shield in position trying to ward both himself and the injured man and he places his hand on his should and suddenly his wounds seems to close.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk ooc this is exactly what I do. I move towards Denakai. Actually moving past him so I'm closer to the rest of the party (for future reference btw, Kamal will always try to position himself in the center so his aura can affect everyone), on the way he changes the senses aura to Toughness aura (meaning those affected by my aura have DR 2/magic), and as I reach Denakai I heal him for the exact amount of damage he took (reduced the daily total on the sheet) with touch of vitality.\n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Thanks, friend.\" Denakai says, bracing himself against the ground." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nThe green fiend slashes crazilly with one wing.\n\n (1d20+15)[ 25 ] \n (2d6+6)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Kanus flies upward 40 ft (move action), and immediately casts manyjaws .\n\nThe visible force manifestations of the spell fly outwards from him towards his chosen target, the white half-breed creature.\n\n (10d6)[ 43 ] Reflex DC 21 for half,\n (1d20+11)[ 15 ] (To beat SR if necessary)." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "What does Manyjaws do?\n\n (1d20+6)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Check your PM." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK.\n\n (10d6)[ 36 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n OK.\n\n[roll0] \n \n\nI, uh, already rolled damage. in my previous post. and everything." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Oh. 43 damage? The white fiend falls, defeated. The red fiend casts a massive Fireball, dealing 8d6 damage (CL 8th.) Reflex save DC is 16\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\| - \| - \|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\| B \| - \|-\|-\|R\|" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Who exactly is the fireball targetting.... it can't possible target us all...." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Jowan. The fireball's area is highlighted in red." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Jowan. The fireball's area is highlighted in red. \n \n\nJowan, the one where the K is on the map with the green fiend in front of him?\n\nOr Rowan, the one with the red B on the map?\n\n(Sorry, I swear I didn't know of bchilders' Rowan name when I named Jowan...)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "My turn. Inhaling greatly, Denakai opens his jaws, releasing a devastating blast upon the beast in front of him. He then pulls his Longsword from its sheath, ready to do battle." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Your roll didn't work.\n\n (6d8)[ 26 ] \n (1d4-1)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Thanks. ___ " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "No problem. However, the blue beast isn't dead yet. Jowan just needs a reflex save and an attack before we move on." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: We are waiting for Jowan right? Just wanted to make sure it wasn't a typo and we were really waiting on Rowan (me)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Jowan needs to go, and Rowan needs to roll." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Reflex save:\n (1d20+16)[ 26 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Casting Greater Mirror Image (Swift action)\nFor (1d4+3)[ 6 ] mirror images.\nNot casting defensively, hoping the images confuse the guy infront of me and my profiler site is down.\nCasting Mass Whelm (Standard action)\nMass Whelm does (10d6)[ 26 ] nonlethal damage, DC 20 Will save negates. (Should any of them happen to be humanoid or monsterous humanoid, the DC becomes 24 instead.)\nAssuming the big baddy at my feet falls, I use my move action to stand, otherwise, I don't." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Um, despite action time, you can only cast one spell per turn." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "BChilders: You tumble away, only taking (4d6)[ 12 ] points of damage (Unless you have Evasion)" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Dorizzit \n Um, despite action time, you can only cast one spell per turn. \n \n\nNot to say I'm always right but according to the text for quicken spell:\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by The SRD \n Quicken Spell [Metamagic]\n Benefit \nCasting a quickened spell is an swift action. You can perform another action, even casting another spell, in the same round as you cast a quickened spell. You may cast only one quickened spell per round. A spell whose casting time is more than 1 full round action cannot be quickened. A quickened spell uses up a spell slot four levels higher than the spell’s actual level. Casting a quickened spell doesn’t provoke an attack of opportunity.\n\n Special \nThis feat can’t be applied to any spell cast spontaneously (including sorcerer spells, bard spells, and cleric or druid spells cast spontaneously), since applying a metamagic feat to a spontaneously cast spell automatically increases the casting time to a full-round action. \n \n \n\nIt doesn't say that the metamagic is allowing you to break some rule to cast a swift and a standard action spell both at the same time so I assumed that if you had a swift action spell, you could cast it then cast a standard action one. If I am wrong, I will change but I'm not certain that I am." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The blue beast falls to the ground, unconcious. Roll initiative.\n\nBlack Beast: [roll]1d20+ 6[/roll]\nGreen Beast: (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \nRed Beast: (1d20+1)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Roll initiative. \n \n\nWe don't use the same initiative count every round?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "It makes more sense to me that initiative rolls are constantly switched.\n\nBlack Beast: (1d20+6)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 20 ] Sweeeeeeeeet." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Current Order\n\nGreen Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nBlack Beast" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Under normal circunstances I would have no problem with rolling Ini every round.... It's not the standard method but it's not un-heard of and it even makes some sense.\n\nHowever PbP is slow as it is.... this means we're taking twice as long... so I sugest using the normal initiative rules OR you just go ahed and roll initiative for everyone, baddies and PCs. Would speed up things quite a bit.\n\nEither way he's Ini for this round:\n\n ini - (1d20+0)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nArkol\nBlack Beast" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nArkol\nBlack Beast \n \n\nInit roll\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Incidently, which beast is directly in front of my char and does he know if his spell hurt it?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The green beast is in front of you, so it isn't dead yet. Forget what I said about the blue beast.\n\nBB In: 8\n\nGreen Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nArkol\nKyace\nBlue Beast\nBlack Beast\n\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nBlack Beast: About half HP\nBlue Beast: Nearly Dead\nGreen Beast: One Quarter dead\nRed Beast: Unharmed\nWhite Beast: Dead" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n The green beast is in front of you, so it isn't dead yet. Forget what I said about the blue beast. \n \n\nIn that case, I cast hesitate on the green beast (immediate action).\nIt must make a DC 19 will save or it loses its standard action until it can make the save. Every round after its next (for a minute), it may retry its will save as a swift action." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n\nThe will save" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+6)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace\nBlue Beast\nBlack Beast\n\nWaiting for Ravenkith to roll." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \n\nRollin dem bones" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace\nBlue Beast\nBlack Beast\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nBlack Beast: About half HP\nBlue Beast: Nearly Dead\nGreen Beast: One Quarter dead\nRed Beast: Unharmed\nWhite Beast: Dead\n\nThe green beast slashes again at Jowan, dealing (1d8+6)[ 12 ] damage\n\nAttack: (1d20+15)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: you roll damage before the to hit? o_O\n\nAlso have you been taking the aura into account? I activated the damage reduction aura.. if they're bypassing it it would be good to know...\n\n@party: next time you post add your current and total hp so I can keep track of your health. After you post the first time I'll keep track myself.)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. Its Dorizzit's turn. Also, the DR of 2 would make Jowan only take 17 damage, unless he wasn't hit.\n\nI rolled the damage before the hit because if I didn't, it would be double posting. Editing a post with a roll destroys the roll." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: lol I realized that OOTS... it's just that normally you roll the to hit first and teh damage next, even inside the same post. It doesn't really matter..... I just find it... odd. No biggie.)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Alright, Denakai stands, blade at the ready. With a mighty slash, he slices into his foe. Holy light pours from the blade, and you hear the sound of a dragon roaring against the backdrop of a volcanic eruption as he does so.\n\nAttacks 1 and 2: (1d20+13)[ 16 ] [roll]1d20+8[/roll]\n\nDamage 1 and 2: (1d8+7)[ 12 ] (1d8+7)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "screwed up second attack roll:\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: Dorizzit your current and total hp please...)" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n The green beast slashes again at Jowan, dealing ... \n \n\nThat will save it failed means it can only use its move action not its standard action...\n\nEdit: Assuming it can't attack as a move action, my current HP is 39 and my max is 51." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "73. _____________ " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nArkol\nKyace\nBlue Beast\nBlack Beast\n\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\| S \| S \|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\| - \| D \|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nThe swords glance off the beast's armor. He's pissed. The red beast then launches a mighty fireball at Denakai.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n (8d6)[ 25 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Dammit, no reflex save, I assume (not that it would make much difference).\n\nEdit: HP 48." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "SOrry, I forgot to put that. There IS a reflex save." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " (1d20+6)[ 11 ] Anyone else noticing the Dice Roller hating me?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": " (ooc: waiting for him to roll the reflex... remember the aura. Also Im likely using divine healing to give everyone fast healing 3 for lots of rounds....) \n\n(ooc: I still don't know the current/total HP of everyone.... and I'm not even sure of everyone's names...)\n\n Kamal, Dragon Shaman \n\nYou see the large human closing his eyes and apparently concentrating on something. You don't feel anything different at first but all your wounds start to heal slowly.\n\n(ooc: spend a use of turning undead (as a full round action) to give all you guys (and myself even if I don't need it for now) fast healing 3 for 8 rounds. So remember for the next 8 rounds everytime you start your turn you heal 3hp.)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol's turn. I reccomend that you also smite that pesky blue dragon before it eats Dorizzit." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I edited my move on the previous post. I'm not really a basher or combat as a cleric can be so I just healed. I'm sure D will be alright... even if we have to pull him from Blue's belly 😉 )" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Hey, normally I'd be killing this thing. I rolled a four and a three to hit it." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I know, I know.... I on the other hand can't do much about it 😁 )" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace's turn." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jowan (To clear up misunderstandings, lets just call him Jon in the future, that better?) still laying on the ground, tries to buy his sudden teammates time.\n\nJon casts Friend to Foe on the far furthest left dragons. He doesn't cast defensively, hoping the 6 mirror images revolving around him protect him.\n\nWill Save 22 unless either are humanoid or monsterous humanoid then its 26.\n\nEdit: The spell, on page 114 of PHB2, if they fail the save, causes them to attack their closest ally until they deal damage, at which time the spell ends for them." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace\nBlue Beast\nBlack Beast\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|S\|S\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nOK< we have a bit of a mishap. BCHilders and Ravenkith need to go." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Quiet and deadly Rowan notches three more arrows and lets loose in rapd succesion.\n(I assume I'm attacking the same one as last time...I'm confused as to which one is which on your map)\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+18)[ 26 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+18)[ 33 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+13)[ 15 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+5)[ 9 ] bane: (2d6)[ 10 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+5)[ 6 ] bane: (2d6)[ 3 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+5)[ 11 ] bane: (2d6)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You last shot at the black dragonspawn.\n\nHe falls on the floor, dead as a doornail. Yay! The blue beast is affected by Arkol's mind control, saving Dorizzit. Ravenkith needs to make his move." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: Arkol's mind control? o_O)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai mutters something under his breath about the nervousness of fighting in front of his lord throwing off his ability to fight." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I will target the blue one with my spell, as I concentrate to maintain it.\n\nDamage this round (10d6)[ 29 ] \nSR this round (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \n\n(Reflex 21 for 1/2)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "I meant Kyace's.\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\n (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n\nThe creature dies due to the biting jaws.\n\nGreen Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal once again mvoes to Denakai and rests his hand on his shoulder, healing most of his wounds.\n\n(ooc: not exactly sure how much healing you need. I use enough to leave him at his max-9. Let me know how much is that D. Remember you will heal another 3 at the start of your turn.)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "I was 48 out of 73. \"Thanks, friend.\" Denakai says in a mortified tone, ridiculous-looking coming out of a seven foot tall half-dragon knight." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: ARG! This is so confusing... I thoguht you had taken damage again.... can we make an OOC thread? and keep this one completly IC?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "(ooc: Arkol, please wait your turn, Arkol. The next player to go is Dorizzit.\n\nThe green creature flies over to Ravenkith and slashes at him, as his Manyjaws slain most of his comrades.\n\n (1d20+15)[ 20 ] \n (2d6+6)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai charges at the Red Fiend (or whichever one is hanging back on the grid)\n\nAttack and Damage 1: (1d20+13)[ 29 ] (1d8+7)[ 13 ] and holy (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nAttack and Damage 2: (1d20+9)[ 22 ] (1d8+7)[ 13 ] and holy (1d6)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": " Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace \n\nI thought this was the ini order? And ravenkith had just played making me the next one?\n\nWe NEED an OOC thread!" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Um...oops? Yeah, an OOC thread would be quite helpful." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "That was the order. Due to a mis-understanding, Bchilders and Ravenkith were skipped last time and went last.\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nDenakai peirces the beasts flesh, leaving it at half HP.\n\nGreen Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: so who's turn is it?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nThe red beast shoots scorching rays at Arkol, trying to stop the healer.\n\n[roll]1d20+10[/roll]\n[roll]1d20+10[/roll]\n\n(4d6+10)[26]\n(4d6+10)[22]\n\nRavenkith goes next, then you heal Denakai, and then Bchilders and Kyace make their moves." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: sigh scorching rays are as the name implys... rays. As such they do need a to hit roll. Sure it ignores all my armor but you never know... natural ones do happen..)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The rolls got messed up. Sorry.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n (1d20+10)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: sigh... this is becoming a bit annoying.... why is the damage of the scorching rays 4d6+10? Why do that 4d6+10 doesn't show as a roll but rather as\nsimple text? You realize that when you're posting the rolls show up as [roll0] and [roll1]. I'm starting to have really BIG doubts about your ability to DM a game OOTS....🫤 )" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " OOC: Hey, Arkol, crap happens. No need to get insulting, simply post corrections to any mistakes you catch.\n\nOOTS seems like he needs a little help, perhaps a little more familiarity with the rules, but really, the best way to get that is through playing, as things come up, from more experienced players.\n\nOOTS, I would recommend this site to you. It has all of the rules contained in the PHB and DMG in hypertext format, complete with a search engine to make things easy to look up on the fly, even when you don't have your books handy.\n\nAfter all, everyone has to start somewhere...and it's possible that OOTS is ESL, and working from a foreign language set of the rules, among other things. <shrug>. \n\nAm fixing my char sheets thanks to the hack at TTW - will post character actions as soon as I can" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: you're right and I'm sorry. I just feel that you should be a little more.... familiar with the rules before trying to DM something..... but the fact that he didn't roleld but actually wrote those rolls worries me greatly...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "I used the dice roll, and then realized the 1d20 didn't work. I tried to re-roll it, copying and pasting the rolls so that they weren't erased, but that plan failed too when the new rolls didn't roll. I have the core rulebooks and some other monster books, but I never knew about this site's dice roller untill about a week ago. This may be why I seem n00bish. If this is why, I'm sorry." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: the 2 rays hitted me... I still need to know how much damage I'm taking..)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "26+22=58. You are taking 58 damage." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I belive you missed the part where I said that scroching rays deal 4d6 not 4d6+10.... And I really don't see how is it possible that each ray deals +10 damage....)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Oh yeah. Then you only take 38 damage." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I made an ooc trhead here for all of us. I hope it helps.)\n\nKamal current health: 66/101" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Unless you change your previous move, its Bchilder's turn." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: nah, I'm good.)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. Bchilder's turn.\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|.\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Targeting closest one to me.\n\nThree more arrows...fast and effecient.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+18)[ 24 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+18)[ 23 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+5)[ 6 ] bane: (2d6)[ 12 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+5)[ 13 ] bane: (2d6)[ 7 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+5)[ 9 ] bane: (2d6)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "While waiting on the result of the arrow strikes, I'd like to make an Knowledge Aranca check to see if I know what the rest thingy is. See dice rolling thread." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "BChilders: Another kill for Jowan! The spellcasting beast drops to the floor, slain.\n\nKyace: Your target is dead, so would you like to identify the green beast?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n BChilders: Another kill for Jowan! The spellcasting beast drops to the floor, slain.\n\nKyace: Your target is dead, so would you like to identify the green beast? \n \n\nI guess... if my roll was high enough." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You identify it as a Razorwing Greenspawn. It attacks with sharp wing slices and looks more dragon that human. After you make a move, it is Ravenkith's turn, which was delayed due to hacked character sheets.\n\n(Hint to Ravenkith: Use Manyjaws)" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n You identify it as a Razorwing Greenspawn. It attacks with sharp wing slices and looks more dragon that human. After you make a move, it is Ravenkith's turn, which was delayed due to hacked character sheets. \n \n\nOk, I'll ask flat out, is it a humanoid, monsterous humanoid, magical beast or dragon? With my feats and my spells, it is sort of important." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "alrighthere goes: splitting the jaws amongst the two targets:\n\n (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n (5d6)[ 12 ] on #1\n (5d6)[ 11 ] on #2" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The red beast is dead, so reroll for 10d6 points of damage. The Greenspawn is a magical beast." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n The red beast is dead, so reroll for 10d6 points of damage. The Greenspawn is a magical beast. \n \n\n5d6+5d6 is the same as 10d6." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Well, I want to give him a second chance to roll due to a misunderstanding. When Arkol made his move early, I gave him the option to keep his move or change it." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Well, I want to give him a second chance to roll due to a misunderstanding. When Arkol made his move early, I gave him the option to keep his move or change it. \n \n\nOk, cool. I guess I'll go after him..." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "here's the damage reroll for the single target.....\n\n (10d6)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, it is Kyace's turn." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n OK, it is Kyace's turn. \n \n\nUsing Swift action to add another mirror image, so that there are now 7 mirror images.\nCasting Whelm on the remaining monster.\nMust make DC 18 Will save or take (5d6)[ 19 ] nonlethal damage.\nMy attacking breaks the hesitate spell so monster can take standard actions again." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "It succumbs to your mental prowess and loses some HP. Adding to the previous hits against it, it is down to 1/4 of its HP.\n\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Whose turn is it?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Green Beast\nDorizzit\nRed Beast\nRavenkith\nArkol\nBChilders\nKyace \n \n\nIt would appear that we've reached the end of the round and I think we're supposed to roll init again..." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Initiative:\n (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \n\nIf there is a target remaining, I will concentrate further on manyjaws.\nDamage:\n (10d6)[ 29 ] \nvs. SR:\n (1d20+11)[ 27 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " Init - (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \nHopefully this turn I'll be able to actually stand up." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": " .......... ini - (1d20+0)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Initiative (1d20)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+6)[ 26 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders\nRavenkith\nDorizzit\nArkol\nGreenspawn\nKyace\n\n(1d20+7)[11](Has been copied and pasted from original post)\n\nBchilder's turn." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "The PC in me is sad to say this, but I rolled a 10 on the init check so I should technically be last." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|D\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|S\|S\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|\n\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|-\|A\|-\|-\|K\|-\|-\|B\|-\|-\|-\|R\|\n\nSOrry about that. Also, I forgot the map." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Hey, the mistake was in my favor, just figured I'd take a page from Bagger Vance and call the penalty on myself. :) I still find it funny that I've spent the whole fight prone but can't get up because of the AoO it'd provoke." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yep. Sorry 'bout sicking that greenspawn on you." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan concentrates on his next shots hoping to finish this swiftly.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+18)[ 38 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+18)[ 28 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n\nDamage 1: [roll]1d8+5) bane: (2d6)[ 8 ] \nDamage 2: [roll]1d8+5) bane: (2d6)[ 4 ] \nDamage 3: [roll]1d8+5) bane: (2d6)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "sorry for problem with damage\n\nroll to confirm crit: (1d20+18)[ 31 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+5)[ 13 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n\nCrit damage:\nDamage: (1d8+5)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n\nEDIT: Does bane damage get multiplied in a critical? I'm away from my books so I was just wondering" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "No, I don't think so." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: bane doesn't get multiplied)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "1 (Miss)\n2-10 (Arm) [Can't use 2-Handed weapons, Dual Wielding, Shields, or use items while holding a weapon. Hits leg if enemy has no arms]\n11-20 (Leg) [Halves movement speed and dex bonus]\n21-30 (Eyes) [Blinds opponent, causing them to move in a direction rolled by a d8]\n31-40 (Blood Vessel) [Causes them to bleed uncontrollablly, taking an extra d6 points of damage every turn]\n41-50 (Stomach) [Sickens your opponent]\n51-60 (Wing) [Prevents flying ability. If opponent doesn't have one, hits arm]\n61-70 (Horn, Claws, or Spikes) [Sunders enemies random sharp body parts, can be a real stinger to enemies like Thunderlizards]\n71-80 (Weapon) [Sunders a random weapon of the enemies. Hits horn if enemy is unarmed]\n81-90 (Jaw) [Dislocates enemy jaw, giving a -1d10 penalty to bite checks.]\n91-99 (Heart) [Causes enemy to fall prone for one turn.]\n100 (Head) [Roll a d20. If under 15, it instead hits the eyes, but for triple damage instead of double. If 15 or over, is an instant kill.]\n\nNow for the Wheel of Fumbles\n\n1 (Self-Impale) [Roll a d20. If under 15, you die. If 15 or over, you regain your composure.]\n2-10 (Weapon Loss) [Your weapon flies out of your hands.]\n11-20 (Weapon Backfire) [Your weapon flies out of your hands and may hit a party member, unless they make a reflex saving throw to catch it]\n21-30 (Trip) [You trip over your clumsy feet, falling prone for a turn]\n31-40 (Counter) [You miss, and your opponent sucker-punches you in the gut.]\n41-50 (Grab) [You miss, and the opponent starts a grapple as if he had the Improved Grapple feat]\n51-60 (Stumble) [I roll a d8, and you move one square in that direction]\n61-70 (Hop) [I roll a d8, and the enemy hops one square in that direction]\n71-80 (Rage) [You miss, and you become enraged. Like a barbarian rage, but lasts for one turn.]\n81-90 (Fatigue) [You become fatigued after a particularly cumbersome sword strike. Like rage, but with less benefits]\n91-99 (Dizzy) [Spinning around after swinging your sword to hard, you move in a zig-zagged bastardization of your current path next turn.]\n100 (Regain Composure) [Lucky! You hit your opponent after all.]\n\nLucky Bchilders! He slayed his enemy and gets that satisfaction of impaling it's vital organs.\n\n(1d100)[67] The winged beast loses its horns as a stray bullet from Rowan shatters it. Would anybody like to take trophies from the defeated beasts?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Are you asking if we'd like to take dragon skin to make into armor in front of the God of the good dragons? :P" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Uh...I'm not personally planning on carving up part-dragons (even evil ones) in front of Baphomet.\n\nI'm not that dumb. 😁" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Any of them wearing any items of worth?\n\nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 26 ] +5 if I get my bonus against dragons" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "I stand up (Hurray!) and also search the beasts.\n search - (1d20+20)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Answer: Bahamut knows that the dragonspawn are not dragons, but foul mockeries.\n\nKyace and Bchilders: You see an oil of magic weapon, a potion of cure moderate wounds, 2 potions of invisibility, a potion of jump, a potion of pass without trace, and a potion of protection from good in the black beast's pocket, with a falichon in his hand and thick, leathery skin that I would treat as +2 mithril scale mail (Would that give it -2 to ACP, +2 to dex, and treat it as light?)\n\nThe blue beast has no items, but has thick armor that I would treat as +2 mithril Banded Mail (See above question) and a huge horn that could possibly be fashioned into a weapon.\n\nThe greenspawn has no items either, but has wingblades that could serve well as weapons and armor that would be about a +2 Mithril Scale Mail.\n\nThe red beast has a spellbook with these spells: FIreball, Melf's Acid Arrow, Scorching Ray, Burning Hands, Megic Missile, True Strike, Magic Missile, Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead, Ghost Sound, Ray of Frost, and Touch of Fatigue. He also has a potion of cure moderate wounds and a potion of +3 Shield of Faith. He also has a masterwork heavy mace and armor that I would rule as a +2 mithril leather outfit.\n\nFinally, the portly white beast has no items, but some thick armor that I would rule as a +2 mithril chain shirt." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: Do we already know what all of this is?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You don't know the armor and potion's qualities. You need to roll a Knowledge(Arcana) check." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n You don't know the armor and potion's qualities. You need to roll a Knowledge(Arcana) check. \n \n\nI have 13 ranks in knowledge(Arcana) and an int bonus of +7 for a modifier of +20 before I even roll. If I take 10, that gives me a result of 30 on Knowledge(Arcana) checks. Is that high enough? If so, I quickly point out the magic items for my teammates.\n\nWhat mithral does:\n\n Most mithral armors are one category lighter than normal for purposes of movement and other limitations. Heavy armors are treated as medium, and medium armors are treated as light, but light armors are still treated as light. Spell failure chances for armors and shields made from mithral are decreased by 10%, maximum Dexterity bonus is increased by 2, and armor check penalties are lessened by 3 (to a minimum of 0). \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n By Raw, we don't normally learn all that that quickly, usually it takes a detect magic to just ID what which items are magic and a Spellcraft check what school of magic. (which I was honestly preparing to do both... Incidentally I also can take 10 for a result of 30 on spellcraft checks too...)\n\nTo normally learn the exact properties, one usually has to either have the cleric (hopefully) or wizard/sorcerer cast identify on the item. Normally, it takes an hour per item to cast identify (and I'm not even sure any of us can cast it...). \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, you learn that the items are magic. Would you like to cast Identify (The roll was a 30 for if they were magic.)" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Kanus lands by the big B, not worried about the loot. He doesn't dismiss his spells, but rather leaves them running.\n\n \"What now, Mi'lord?\" he asks." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denekai likewise kneels to Bahamut.\n\n \"What would you have us do?\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bahamut says \"Humans all over the world are being hunted down. However, I won't force you to go on specific tasks. Rather, there will be certain \"missions\" that tell of areas being plagued. They range from easy to hard, so be careful of your choices.\n\nEasy\n\n2 Redspawn Arcaniss came into a noble city riding upon their Firebelchers. Defeat them before they destroy the town\n\nA trio of very young black dragons are terrorizing a town of Bahamut-supporting Kobolds. Without letting them squah the commoners, try to vanquish these dragons.\n\nA young adult white dragon and his hordlings have settled into a cave full of silver dragon hatchlings. Don't let him extinguish the tribe.\n\nChallenging\n\nA juvenile green dragon has begin poisoning the lake that a tribe of kobolds drink from. Slaughter this menace.\n\nSome Greenspawn Sneaks have inhabited a tunnel which serves as a common trade route. Watch out for various gizmos as you take out their leader.\n\nDifficult\n\nAn angry mob of kobolds are trying to overrun a nest of golden dragons. Stop them, with help from the wyrmlings." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"I vote for the last one.\" " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": " Kamal \n\nBowing his head and speaking for the first time since they got here Kamal says:\n\n\"From a diplomatic point of view saving those Kobolds could prove to be usefull.....\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" I'll go wherever it is decided, but I would rather we go with haste. I hate to tarry when people are in need ,\" with this Rowan looks around the group wondering who will take the mantle of leadership upon themselves.\n\nHe also looks up to Bahamut and says, \" Milord is there anyone in your service who could identify what these items are? They might be of use to us in our travels .\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bahamut says \"Yes\" and sends a Goldspawn Arcaniss (A Redspawn except with different fluff, alignment, and spells) comes and casts Identify. Decide amongst yourselves which quest to undertake while he identifies the items.\n\nEdit: New tasks, this time puzzle ones.\n\nEasy\n\n2 Redspawn Arcaniss came into a noble city riding upon their Firebelchers. Defeat them before they destroy the town\n\nA trio of very young black dragons are terrorizing a town of Bahamut-supporting Kobolds. Without letting them squah the commoners, try to vanquish these dragons.\n\nA young adult white dragon and his hordlings have settled into a cave full of silver dragon hatchlings. Don't let him extinguish the tribe.\n\nChallenging\n\nA juvenile green dragon has begin poisoning the lake that a tribe of kobolds drink from. Slaughter this menace.\n\nSome Greenspawn Sneaks have inhabited a tunnel which serves as a common trade route. Watch out for various gizmos as you take out their leader.\n\nTiamat has her Arcaniss summon a huge Sphinx. Before he destroys the town, you must discover his one weakness: Answering his riddles.\n\nDifficult\n\nAn angry mob of kobolds (with class levels) are trying to overrun a nest of golden dragons. Stop them, with help from the wyrmlings.\n\nTiamat has hidden a powerful artifact that belongs to the king of kobolds, Tucker. Get it back from the maze that she has banished it to.\n\nAn epic Redspawn Arcaniss sacrificed itself in order to summon a magical wall block the path between two allied kingdoms, kobolds and humans. Crack its five-part code to blow it to smithereens." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " \"Hey, Let's get the easy ones out of the way first, since they'll be the fastest to complete, neh?\" says Kanus." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"I guess that would work.\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, which quest do you want to undertake first?\n\n\n2 Redspawn Arcaniss came into a noble city riding upon their Firebelchers. Defeat them before they destroy the town\n\nA trio of very young black dragons are terrorizing a town of Bahamut-supporting Kobolds. Without letting them squah the commoners, try to vanquish these dragons.\n\nA young adult white dragon and his hordlings have settled into a cave full of silver dragon hatchlings. Don't let him extinguish the tribe." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"My vote is cast that we battle the Arcaniss. Their magics could be very hazardous if left for too long.\" " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Nods \"I concur\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" Sounds good to me .\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bahamut nods and says \"OK, it looks like you will undergo combat against some Redspawn. The redspawn are near the close-by kingom of Argenardon, in the city of Caritisan\"\n\nAs you enter the city, you are mystified by its antique beauty. It is a simple town with small thatched-roof cottages that lay shadows around the town, there are mystifing gardens full of herbs, probsbly for potion brewing. Some of the gently rippling lakes seem to have a curious red grass bordering them, about 2 inches thick. However, the redspawn are in hiding. Ask around the town about suspicious happenings (Gather Information) and cast spot in suspicious areas.\nGray: Shadow\nBlue: Lake\n\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C] [-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-][-] [-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C] [-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-][-] [-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C] [-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C] [-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-] [C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-] [C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-] [C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-] [C][C][C][C] [-][-][-][-] [-]\n---[-][-][-][-] [-][-][-][-] [C][D][C][C] [-][-][-][-] \n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Is this the same day or were we teleported?" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": " \"Nice place ya got here,\" Kanus says, irreverently. He looks at the area, trying to get a better idea of where the Arcs have been doing their rampaging." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Now is not the time for flippancy. We need to stay focused.\" Denekai has drawn his blade and his shield is at the ready." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal quickly enters the first tavern he finds and starts asking around for the possible location of the Redspawn...\n\n GatherInfo - (1d20+7)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The bartender, Wingor, says \"Hello, how may I help you?\"\n\nAs Arkol asks him about the Redspawn, he says \"What? STrange firey creatures? Never noticed them before. However, the northern area has seemed a little bit hotter than usual. Mabye you should investigate.\n\nClue for Arkol! The north seems a little bit hotter than normal.\n\nAlso, the area I displayed is only a small map. For every cottage and lake I drew, there are about 5 others." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Not one for conversation, Rowan starts searching around the cottage for sign of the Arcs.\n\nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 22 ] +5 if I get my bonus for dragons\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 22 ] +9 if I get my bonus for dragons\n\nBow at ready Rowan looks around the surrounding area, keeping the rest of the group with in sight.\n\n\nOOC: Unless anyone has a problem with it, I'm going to say I took a cure mod and a potion of invisibilty for the last fight." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: discuss loot on ooc topic)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "(OOC: The potions remanin unidentified. After the mission, the Goldspawn Arcaniss might have an idea of what they are.)\n\nRowan: You notice the Redspawn, but wan't to tell the group without alerting them. ROll a Move Silently [In this case speak silently] check to whisper. (What? It was the best I could do to determine if you surprise them or not.)" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Move Silently: (1d20+19)[ 26 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "They fail to notice you because they are too busy whispering about their plot to burn the town down. You motion to your friends to open fire.\n\nRoll initiative." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon's init\n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Guys don't forget the +2 from my aura....\n\n initiative - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Ah, then I'm only at init count 9. And the bleeping ninja is at 21." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit\nArkol\nKyace" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative= (1d20+8)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Initiative:\n (1d20+11)[ 17 ] \n\n(Although if we surprised them, shouldn't we get a surprise round? 🤨 )" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You do. I'm waiting to see who goes first.\n\nDorizzit\nArkol\nRavenkith\nBchilders\nKyace.\n\nMonstrous Humanoids are d8, right?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Racial HD for Monstrous Humanoids are d8, they use class HD if they have levels in classes." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (8d10+2)[ 47 ] \n (8d10+2)[ 41 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "I'm sorry if you've answered this but I've just missed it, but is this the same day as the earlier fight or later? And if the same day, how long has passed?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Its about a day later, a short-journey on foot. Lucky Denakai had a dragon to ride, though." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai moves closer to the house, summons Nascara, and draws his blade." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][c][d][c][c][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][n][n][-][-][r][c][c][c][c][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][n][n][d][-][r][c][d][c][c][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][k][b][a][r][-][-]" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: sorry to have missed that it was my turn 😳\n\nOk I would like some clarification.. this is still the surprise round right? So only one action yes?\n\nAnd a bit help on the map.. what's the Cs and Ns and Rs?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "C: Cottage.\n\nN: Denakai's dragon.\n\nR: Redspawn." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal doesn't move. He just opens his mouth and a jet of flame comes out of it. The flames seems to diminish as they reach the target but it looks like some of the flames are alive and trying to grab the Redspawns.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing the breath weapon with entangling exhalation. My usual 4d6 damage is cut to 2d6 fire damage. Reflex save 17 to half the damage. If they take ANY damage they are entangled for 1d4 rounds. For each round they remain entangled they take an additional 1d6 fire damage. Hope they're not immune to fire....\n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "(1d20+7)[20]\n(1d20+7)[16]\n\nAlthough the one in the back dodges, the frontline redspawn is wrapped in flames." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: dodge as in dodge completly? As in with evasion? Or just partially? If partially he only takes half damage but is still entangled...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Partially, of course. He is still snared and takes half damage.\n\n (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\n[roll]2d6[roll]" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Using my Overland flight spell (still active, as is greater mage armor), I'll get some vertical height, and then cast Ball Lightning (I have sent you a copy of the spell in a pm so you don't have to look it up).\n\nIn short, however, the spell creates a ball of lightning that occupies a five foot square, can move up to 30 ft in a round, and requires only a move action each round to direct, lasting for a round/level.\n\nIt will also deal 10d6 electrical damage, reflex save DC 23 for half none.\n\nI'm creating it in the square of one of the dragonspawn, so it must save for half immediately.\n\n (10d6)[ 32 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: sorry to ruin your fun Ravenkith but Ball Lightning is not a \"Reflex Half\" spell it's a \"Reflex Negates\" spell. So they either they all damage or none.)" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Yep, typo. <shrug>. Pobody's nerfect.\n\nOn a side note, they still have to save." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan takes aim at the closest Red spawn and lets loose three arrows. If the first Red spawn dies before he has fired all his arrows then he will direct whatever is left towards the other one.\n\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+18)[ 31 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+18)[ 28 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+13)[ 26 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+5)[ 11 ] +4 for favored enemy if dragon\n bane(if dragon): (2d6)[ 10 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+5)[ 9 ] +4 for favored enemy if dragon\n bane(if dragon): (2d6)[ 9 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+5)[ 8 ] +4 for favored enemy if dragon\n bane(if dragon): (2d6)[ 7 ] \n\nSneak attack damage (if dragon) 1: (4d6)[ 15 ] \nSneak attack damage (if dragon) 2: (4d6)[ 17 ] \nSneak attack damage (if dragon) 3: (4d6)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: bchilders... surprise round. No full attacks...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Well, to be fair, it wasn't a full attack. He used manyshot.\n\nFire damage 2: (2d6)[9]\n\nReflex saves: (1d20+7)[9]\n(1d20+7)[15]\n(1d20+7)[9]\n(1d20+7)[15]\n\nIts a hit! A lot of 'em! Kyace's turn and then I will roll the Redspawn's initiative." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: yikes that's some agressive manyshot... why the 4 saves?)" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: No he's right that was a full round attack...I forgot it was a surprise round. Only count the first attack. Thanks.\n\nI also went back and took off the +4 to attack for favored enemy...looked it up and realized it was only a plus to damage." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Disregard the last two saves. I forgot that I already rolled Arkol's." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon casts hold monster on the far redspawn. DC 26 Will if they are monsterous humanoid. (DC 22 otherwise)\n\nJon will cast Hesitate as an immediate action on the first redspawn to move or do anything. DC 24 Will if they are monsterous humanoid. (DC 20 otherwise)\nHesistate is the spell that prevents a creature from using actions other than move actions (pg 114 of PH2).\n\nBoth spells allow a retry at the save, hold monster once a round as full-round action and hesitate once every new round as a swift action.\n\nJon says to his teammates, \"Try to go easy on them if you can.\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n\nThe Redspawn struggles against the grip of Hold Person. Denakai's turn." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai and Nascara charge into melee with the nearest Redspawn.\n\nAttack:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 17 ] and Damage: (1d8+7)[ 12 ] and Holy: [roll]2d6[roll]\n\nNascara's Attacks:\n\nBite (1d20+12)[ 23 ] and Damage (2d6+4)[ 13 ] \n\nClaw 1 (1d20+7)[ 11 ] and Damage (2d4+2)[ 9 ] \n\nClaw 2 (1d20+7)[ 12 ] and Damage (2d4+2)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Feh... Holy damage: (2d6)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "One of the dragons is downed by the groups onslaughts, and the other takes the remaining 15 damage, leaving it at 33 HP. Arkol's turn." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal moves in into a flanking position and for the first time since being at the service of the Dragon God Swings his battle axe at something:\n\n attack - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n damage - (1d8+1)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The swing of your axe kicks the beast down to 28 HP. Ravenkith's turn/\n\nDorizzit\nArkol\nRavenkith\nBchilders\nKyace." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "The remaining dragon will find himself at the center of a ball of lightning, already summoned by Kanus.\n\nDC 23 reflex save or take:\n (10d6)[ 35 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n\nThe redspawn dodges the concentrated ball of electricity. It is now BChilder's turn." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan takes aim and releases three arrows, hoping to end the fight quickly.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+18)[ 38 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+18)[ 22 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+13)[ 14 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+9)[ 17 ] bane: (2d6)[ 6 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+9)[ 12 ] bane: (2d6)[ 10 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+9)[ 12 ] bane: (2d6)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rolling to confirm critical\n\nAttack: (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+9)[ 10 ] \nDamage: (1d8+9)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dude, overkill! You blasted the poor thing into smithereens! (No more Wheel of Body Parts, as it was a bit superflous). However, without instructions, the Redspawn Firebelchers hidden in the NE lake begin to burn down one of the cottages. Hit them while they are distracted!\n\nDorizzit\nArkol\nRavenkith\nBchilders\nKyace" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai and Nascara charge to meet this new threat, fighting in unison.\n\nAttack: (1d20+13)[ 17 ] and Damage: (1d8+7)[ 11 ] and Holy (2d6)[ 8 ] \n\nand Nascara:\n\nBite: (1d20+12)[ 21 ] and Damage: (2d6+4)[ 13 ] \n\nand Claw 1: (1d20+7)[ 9 ] and Damage: (2d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nand Claw 2: (1d20+7)[ 24 ] and Damage: (2d4+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (8d10+5)[ 53 ] \n (8d10+5)[ 60 ] \n\nNascara's bite and claw hit, dealing damage. Arkol's turn.\n\nDragonspawn 1's HP: 36" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal stays back and let his companions do the killing." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Ravenkith's turn." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Distance to firebelchers?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-][-][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][F][F][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][D][F][F][N][N][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][B][A][K][R][-][-][-][-]\n\nThis is the map." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Mm. In that case, I'll simply double move in their direction using my overland flight spell to gain altitude." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][R][F][F][-][-][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][F][F][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][D][F][F][N][N][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][b][A][K][-][-][-][-][-]\n\nBchilder's turn." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan moves forward 30ft and fires at the closest firebelcher.\n\nAttack: (1d20+20)[ 29 ] \nDamage: (1d8+9)[ 11 ] bane: (2d6)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][R][F][F][-][-][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][F][F][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][D][F][F][N][N][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][B][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][A][K][-][-][-][-][-]\n\nPow! Right in the head! The beast reels in pain, lowered to 17 HP. Kyace, can you finish him off?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "If not within 50 ft, Jon moves to within 50 ft then cast Whelm. DC 18 (or 22 if humanoid or m. humanoid). If fails the save, take (5d6)[ 18 ] nonlethal." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][R][F][F][-][-][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][F][F][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][D][F][F][N][N][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][k][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][b][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][A][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n\n (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \n (1d20-1)[ 12 ] \n (1d20-1)[ 0 ] \n\nThe beast resists the whelm.\n\nDorizzit\nArkol\nRavenkith\nBchilders\nRedspawn 1\nKyace\nRedspawn 2" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Attack: (1d20+13)[ 33 ] and Damage: (1d8+7)[ 9 ] and Holy [roll]2d6\n[/roll]\n\nAnd Attack 2: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] and Damage: (1d8+7)[ 14 ] and Holy (2d6)[ 6 ] \n\nand Nascara:\n\nBite: (1d20+12)[ 21 ] and Damage: (2d6+4)[ 8 ] \n\nand Claw 1: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] and Damage: (2d4+2)[ 4 ] \n\nand Claw 2: (1d20+7)[ 15 ] and Damage: (2d4+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "And Holy: (2d6)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The slashes fell one Redspawn and the remaining 24 damage lowers Redspawn 2 all the way to 36 HP.\n\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][R][F][F][N][N][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][D][-][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][k][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][b][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][A][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n\nWhat will Arkol do?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal double moves to keep up with the team checking to see if anyone is injured...." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][F][F][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][R][F][F][N][N][-]\n---[-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][A][D][-][N][N][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][k][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][b][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][C][C][C][-][-][-][-][-]\n---[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][C][D][C][C][-][-][-][-]\n----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n-----[-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-]\n\nRavenkith's move." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I'll use my move to close to 25 feet, and then open fire with invisible needle.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 16 ] Ranged touch attack.\n (5d4)[ 14 ] Force type, non-resistable damage." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You knock it down all the way to 22 HP. BChilders' move." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Take a five foot step forward and shoot.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 9 ] bane: (2d6)[ 10 ] \n\nAttack 2: (1d20+17)[ 29 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 9 ] bane: (2d6)[ 2 ] \n\nAttack 3: (1d20+12)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 13 ] bane: (2d6)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The beast struggles to stand up and dies. You each gain 800 exp. Do you return to Bahamut for your next mission, or do you take a detour into the woods." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan is very goal oriented so he advocates going back to Bahamut, but will leave the decision to the group." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. What do the others think?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: I say we at least loot our enemys before we go...maybe ask the populance if they have any more troubles....)" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Agreed....search the redspawn.\n\n (1d20+15)[ 29 ] \n\nRowan chooses not to deal with people, if others want to question the populace that sounds good." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai dismisses Nascara before returning to the the rest of the group. \"My vote is cast for returning to Lord Bahamut immediately. After these bodies are checked.\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You find the same hides and potions that you found on the tutorial encounter." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan says we gather the things and unless someone want to talk to the villagers, we head back." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, you return to Bahamut. Here are your mission choices:\n\nA trio of very young black dragons are terrorizing a town of Bahamut-supporting Kobolds. Without letting them squah the commoners, try to vanquish these dragons.\n\nA young adult white dragon and his hordlings have settled into a cave full of silver dragon hatchlings. Don't let him extinguish the tribe.\n\nChallenging\n\nA juvenile green dragon has begin poisoning the lake that a tribe of kobolds drink from. Slaughter this menace.\n\nSome Greenspawn Sneaks have inhabited a tunnel which serves as a common trade route. Watch out for various gizmos as you take out their leader.\n\nTiamat has her Arcaniss summon a huge Sphinx. Before he destroys the town, you must discover his one weakness: Answering his riddles.\n\nDifficult\n\nAn angry mob of kobolds (with class levels) are trying to overrun a nest of golden dragons. Stop them, with help from the wyrmlings.\n\nTiamat has hidden a powerful artifact that belongs to the king of kobolds, Tucker. Get it back from the maze that she has banished it to.\n\nAn epic Redspawn Arcaniss sacrificed itself in order to summon a magical wall block the path between two allied kingdoms, kobolds and humans. Crack its five-part code to blow it to smithereens." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai growls: \"We should get that artifact back. It would certainly aid the battle against the forces of Tiamet.\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You enter a cave that is perfectly carved into a maze. There are 5 passages, marked \"Might, Stealth, Compassion, Arcana, and Accuracy.\" Who goes into which passage?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai asks: \"What do the rest of you think? Should we stay together and hope the skills of the one make up for the lack of the others? Or should we split up into our different areas of expertise?\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" I'm used to working on my own...although there is strength in numbers ,\" Rohan replies still weighing both options in his head. After a short time in consideration he say, \" But with the way these paths are marked it almost seems like we need to split up. It may be the only way to get through the maze.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Agreed.\" Wheeeeeeee " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Also, you MIGHT try to make spot checks to see what lies ahead, getting about 20 feet for every 5 points over 35." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Since this is still on page 2, BUMP." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "\"Am I the only one who finds this passages rather well suited for each one of us? As in... too well suited...\"" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "\"I don't agree with splitting up but if we do, I have a spell that will let us keep in touch with each other.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" Whatever spell you have sounds like it would help out. Lets each take our path and let each other know what we see \"\n\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 26 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "As you look into the corridors, you squint in the faded darkness. You see the faint outlines in circular and human-like shapes. Arkol and Ravenkith need to make their decisions of whether the group is splitting up or staying together." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal shrugs and goes off to his own tunnel (which I assume is compassion...)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"If that will be all, let's go.\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, it looks like you will be splittig up. Pick a tunnel to enter." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai draws his sword and readies his shield before heading into the tunnel marked \"might\"." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, when the others pick their tunnels the quest shall begin." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "The magic user looks suspicious for a moment before drifting effortlessly over the ground towards the tunnel marked 'Arcana'." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan enters the one marked accuracy.\n\nOOC: I assume Kyace casts some kind of spell to keep us all in touch." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK, I assume Kyace goes into the last path, stealth.\n\nRavenkith: You walk into the room and see four caged kobolds. A tablet says says \"Slay all at once to find the key, slay any less and get misery. But you must slay them all at one time, and their armor will be a pain in the behind. Would you like to attempt to identify their armor, or not?\n\nBchilders: You enter your area, and see two bullseyes holding up some weights. Each has an AC of 27. However, you also see two burly kobold guards. Do you want to assassinate the guards, or break the targets?\n\nKyace: You see a dragon, chained to a post. Would you like to try to sneak past it (DC 30), or do you use other methoods of disposing of it?\n\nDorizzit: As you enter your tunnel, you see a large, alabaster-colored figure in golden armor. It says \"DENAKAI! BY DISRUPTING A WAR OF DRAGONKIND, YOU HAVE DISRUPTED THE BALANCE! PREPARE TO FACE YOUR DOOM!\" as its cronies, two bull-like humanoids, walk up. Roll initiative.\n\n(8d10+30)[68]\n(6d8+12)[45]\n(6d8+12)[45]\n\n(1d20+0)[15]\n(1d20+0)[9]\n(1d20+0)[14]\n\nArkol: As you walk into your hall, you see a caged kobold in odd-looking armor. It says \"Please, help. I am a loyal follower of Bahamut, who has been captured by these foul kobolds of Tiamat. They plan to have me fed to the dragons later. Please, help me!\" Would you like to roll a Sense Motive check?\n\n\n(1d20+0)[6]\n\nEDIT: Sorry, forgot rolls. They are in the dice rolls thread." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I will attempt to learn the armor's secrets." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "One sense motive coming right up:\n SenseMotive - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: You learn that the kobold IS telling the truth. Do you release it from its cage? You can use your weapon or spells.\n\nRavenkith: The Spellcraft DCs are 30 each." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "The kobold appers to be telling the truth.... but a kobold is a kobold nontheless. Wary Kamal approches the cage and checks the locks and bars." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I'll take 10, for a total of 32 on those spell craft rolls." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Ravenkith: The kobolds have armors of elemental resistance (total), which is really annoying. One has force, one has acid, one has fire, and one has sonic. Mabye there is a spell that can hit them all. . . You also see about five dusty tomes.\n\nArkol: You tamper with the locks, and actually unlock them, lowering the strength DC from 20 to 10. A good whack with your weapon should push it open." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai grins savagely, the kind that makes little children want their mommies. \"This will be fun...\" He sits tight and lets them come to him.\n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal backs way a feet or two and drives his massive boot into the cage trying to pop it open:\n\n StrCheck - (1d20+0)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "The cage does not open. Slightly frustrated Kamal tries again:\n\n StrCheck - (1d20+0)[ 1 ] \n\nAnd again if needed:\n\n StrCheck - (1d20+0)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: quadruple post here i go! Yes I know I could take10. I like rolling 😛 )\n\nBy now Kamal is rather angry at the cage despite the fact that is not very logical. He tries a new kick to the cage\n\n StrCheck - (1d20+0)[ 1 ] and then another if that one doesn't work.\n StrCheck - (1d20+0)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Although your leg is pretty busted up (You take 17 points of damage), the kobold is freed. He is wearing armor that appears to be shimmering with force energy.. He happily asks you if he can help you out, and become a cohort if you get the leadership feat.\n\nYazargos Yaazran\n\nLevel 8 Fighter\n\nStats:\n\nStr: 16\nDex: 10\nCon: 14\nInt: 8\nWis: 10\nCha: 12\n\nDorizzit\n\nThe large, obsidian beast smirks and launches his spiked chain at you after flying into the air. However, each strike misses terribly" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai swings his sword at the enemy, two clean, precise strikes:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 15 ] and damage: [roll]1d8+7+2d6[/roll]\n\n (1d20+7)[ 20 ] and damage: [roll]1d8+7+2d6[/roll]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Damage rolls:\n\n (1d8+7)[ 12 ] (2d6)[ 9 ] \n (1d8+7)[ 9 ] (2d6)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Your sword bounces off of his armor, and he makes more strikes with his chain\n\n (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \n (1d6)[ 6 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 9 ] \n\nYet another miss by the obsidian beast." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "After asking the kobold his name, and giving his own, Kamal says:\n\n\"I'm already in service of Bahamut. Me and my party have a long list of missions to do. Most of them are seriously dangerous. I cannot ask you to come with me, but if my party agrees you're free to tag along. Now to rejoin my companions....\"\n\nKamal heals his leg and then trys to comunicate with his companions using the spell provided by Jon. \"Hello? Any of you can hear me?\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan will take a full round action to shoot his first two shots at the targets and his third at the closest of the Kobolds.\n\nAttack 1(Target): (1d20+16)[ 29 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n\nAttack 2(Target): (1d20+16)[ 29 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n\nAttack 3(Kobold): (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Hearing the mental inquiry, Denakai thinks: \"Yeah, a little busy...\" He then parries his opponents assault:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 14 ] And Damage: (1d8+7)[ 9 ] And Holy: (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 25 ] And Damage: (1d8+7)[ 10 ] And Holy: (2d6)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I take a look at the tomes, wary of any traps." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorrizit: Yet another miss.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n[roll[2d6+5[/roll]\n (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\nBchilders: The weights fall and crush the cages, and you hit a kobold in the ear. Its time for a surprise round!\n\n (8d10-6)[ 30 ] \n (8d10)[ 42 ] \n\nRavenkith: While you study the tomes, you see that the acid and sonic resistant Kobolds have been crushed, and the force one has walked out of the cage. Only the fire kobold remains. Here are the tomes:\n\nManyjaws\nChain Lightning\nSummon Monster III\nFireball" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: Crush what cages?\n\nRohan follow with three shots at the kobold he hit. If the kobold goes down the remaining shots will be fired at the other one. If they close in after the shots he will let go of the bow and draw his falchion.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+16)[ 24 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+16)[ 26 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders: You'll see. Anyway, the kobolds close in on you. Roll initiative\n\n (1d20)[ 2 ] \n (1d20)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Ok, I swear I posted yesterday here... Anyway, as I said before, the spell is [Ray's] Telepathic bond, you can say its cast or not, no matter. Before I try to sneak around it, what color is the dragon and what info can I get with an arcana knowledge roll: [roll1d20+20][/roll]" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "If Rohan goes first he will shoot three arrows at the one he has already hit. If not he will drop his bow and pick up his falchion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack 1(bow): 18\nAttack 2(bow): 36\nAttack 3(bow): 16\n\nDamage 1(bow): 8\nDamage 2(bow): 11\nDamage 3(bow): 9\n\nor (if I get a round of arrows off then use these falchion attacks for my next round)\n\nAttack 1(falchion): 14\nAttack 2(falchion): 16\n\nDamage 1(falchion): 6\nDamage 2(falchion): 8\n \n\n\nOOC: forgot you can't preview first...I'll post in OOC thread" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The first kobold falls and the other is at 32 HP. He ducks behind a wall to regroup.\n\nKyace: It is a fearsome black dragon. Its breath reeks of acid, and it seems to be able to breath underwater." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "I'll move around to see if I can get a view behind the wall. If I can I'll fire and if not I'll ready an action to shoot when he appears.\n\nAttack: (1d20+18)[ 38 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Roll to confirm critical: (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You step around the wall and shoot the kobold for 16 damage. He goes from 32 HP to 16. He begins to cower in a corner." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai, fed up with trading ineffective blows with his opponent, backs up and blasts him with a shot of force energy:\n\n (6d8)[ 21 ] \n\nBreath Weapon usable in (1d4-1)[ 3 ] rounds." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The beast takes heavy damage, bringing him to 47 HP. He launches a spiraling chain\n\n (1d20+10)[ 14 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 10 ] \n (1d6)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n The first kobold falls and the other is at 32 HP. He ducks behind a wall to regroup.\n\nKyace: It is a fearsome black dragon. Its breath reeks of acid, and it seems to be able to breath underwater. \n \n\nJon casts Rainbow Pattern with the black dragon in the area of effect. DC 21 will save or its fascinated." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: (1d20+11)[ 31 ] The dragon mutters: Who's there? Is somebody coming? Quick, roll a hide check!\n\n[roll]1d20+1[/roll] is his spot roll." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace: [roll0] The dragon mutters: Who's there? Is somebody coming? Quick, roll a hide check! \n \n\n[roll=hide]1d20+15[/roll]\n[roll=Move silently]1d20+15[/roll]\nDragons have that blindsense that makes it hard to sneak near them with.\nDon't know if the rolls will work now..." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Sorry for the double post: the rolls.\n hide - (1d20+15)[ 34 ] \n Move silently - (1d20+15)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You hide behind the nearest column. It stays on its guard, but you manage to dodge its gaze. (1d20+11)[ 31 ] However, it begins to hear your moving. Another hide check, please." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan fires three more arrows, planning to finish the cowering kobold off.\n\nAttack1: (1d20+16)[ 34 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+16)[ 19 ] \nAttack3: (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n\nDamage1: (1d8+3)[ 5 ] \nDamage2: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \nDamage3: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " hide - (1d20+15)[ 31 ] \n Move silently - (1d20+15)[ 26 ] " }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "I'm confused. Something is crushing the cages?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Ravenkith: Yes, two kobolds are smashed and one is freed. Teamwork made it easy for you. You just need one spell to kill the remaining one.\n\nkKyace (1d20+11)[ 17 ] You sneak past the dragon. The door runes on the top of the cave that leads to the next are appear to say \"You may pass\"\n\nBchilders: The kobold dies. The runes on the door seem to spell \"You may pass\"" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "If Jon has the telepathic bond, he tells the others about the encounter. Either way he moves through the door." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK.\n\nKyace: You sneak into the room and see a bunch of glass figures. They say things such as: Inevitable, Yazargos, Rowan, Jon, Denakai, Kamal, Minotaurs, and Kanus. Make about 9 balance checks to see if you bump into any glass figures. You must be extremely careful." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "ooc: Don't break the one that says Kamal! 😦\n😉" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((ooc: or Denakai!))" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n OK.\n\nKyace: You sneak into the room and see a bunch of glass figures. They say things such as: Inevitable, Yazargos, Rowan, Jon, Denakai, Kamal, Minotaurs, and Kanus. Make about 9 balance checks to see if you bump into any glass figures. You must be extremely careful. \n \n\nUmm, ok...?\n\n Balance1 - (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n Balance2 - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n Balance3 - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n Balance4 - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n Balance5 - (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n Balance6 - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n Balance7 - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n Balance8 - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n Balance9 - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan goes into the next room.\n\nOOC: And hopes his glass figure didn't get smashed😁" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: CLANG! CRASH! BANG! All of the glass figures fall to the ground. Quick, roll your 9 reflex saves!\n\nBchilders: You enter the next room and see a portal. It says \"Room switch. Who do you want to switch rooms with?\n\nJon\nDenakai\nKamal\nKanus" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace: CLANG! CRASH! BANG! All of the glass figures fall to the ground. Quick, roll your 9 reflex saves!\n\nBchilders: You enter the next room and see a portal. It says \"Room switch. Who do you want to switch rooms with?\n\nJon\nDenakai\nKamal\nKanus \n \n\n Reflex1 - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Reflex2 - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n Reflex3 - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Reflex4 - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Reflex5 - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Reflex6 - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n Reflex7 - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Reflex8 - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n Reflex9 - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Due to the cushioned pillows on the floor, the figures of Yazzrak, Kamal, and you are only scratched for (2d12)[ 13 ] damage. Lucky break! Shame you only caught six. You also suddenly feel a jolt of pain\n\nArkol: You and Yazzrak feel a jolt of pain and fall to the ground. The runes on Yazzrak's cage says \"You may pass\" and a portal forms inside of it." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: do WE take 13 damage?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yes. That is where the pain comes from." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "I will look around the room to see if there are any options other than switching with someone. If there are no other aptions than I will choose to switch with Denakai. If the portal lets me see what I am getting into than I will enter with three shots at the closest creature and if not I will fire whenever it is my turn.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+16)[ 28 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+16)[ 33 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon carefully puts the glass figures into his Handy Haversack to prevent risking them farther. Is there anything else in the room that I should have noticed before I somehow bump into it?\n\n spot - (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \n listen - (1d20+13)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: Nice puzzle-solving skills. The theme of the room was finding a way to avoid crushing glass figures, so you can move on.\n\nBchilders: There is another option. You can pull a lever that is near the wall." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "I will pull the lever then." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace: Nice puzzle-solving skills. The theme of the room was finding a way to avoid crushing glass figures, so you can move on. \n \n\nMove on to where? Is there another doorway in the room?" }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "Kanus looks around the room and gathers up the tomes, putting them in his pack, before approaching the final kobold and killing it with an appropriate spell.\n\nHe sighs. \"Interesting'\" he thinks to himself before continuing on." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders: Rocks fall. Roll a reflex save.\n\nKyace: Yes, there is another doorway.\n\nRavenkith: In the next room, there are five crystals of differing colors and a scroll. Do you wish to read it?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: is my challenge done?)" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Reflex: (1d20+16)[ 24 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon sneaks into the next room" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((ooc: what's happening to me?))" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: It is your turn to attack the inevitable\n\nKyace: In your third room, there are about 7 wooden pillars, all very tiny and in a row leading to a doorway. You can try jumping on each, taking two at a time, or using spells.\n\nArkol: Yes, that is why you may pass.\n\nBchilders: You press up against the wall and dodge 25 of the rocks. The last one conks you on the head for 1d6 damage. The portal now says \"You May Continue\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Then I will continue warily with my bow drawn." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You see a cliff, some pegs, and about 5 different magic arrows. An eldery Kobold says \"Cross my palm with silver to identify these arrows.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" The last kobolds I saw in this maze attacked me and are now dead, how can I trust you ?\" Rohan asks interested in how this kobold will answer his question." }, { "author": "ravenkith", "message": "<Reads the scroll>" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders: The Kobold says \"Go ahead, I do not lie. Toss the red arrow in my side\"\n\nRavenkith: The scroll says \"Crystals of light, crystals of fear. One spell must strike them, they all must be near. Each one of them is the size of a man, push them together any way you can.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" So how much silver would have to pass your palm to figure out about these arrows ?\" Rohan asks with a little skepticism.\n\nSense Motive: (1d20+10)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobold replies \"Only the mere fee of 75 peices of silver.\" He appears to be telling the truth." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan hands over 75 silver pieces." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobold says \"The red arrow always makes its victims tell the truth, and returns after a while, but can be resisted (10 turns). The silver one has a hidden grappling hook, and returns at will. The golden arrow immolates oponents in fire, and returns after a while (5 turns). The black arrow explodes into a cloud of five arrows, and returns upon use as one whole arrow again. Finally, the white arrow can make a creature loyal to you, but can be resisted. It is returned at will, although the loyal creature stops its loyalty. You can purchase these arrows for a meager fee of 5 peices of gold in total." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai demonstrates his breath weapon to the inevitable one more.\n\n (6d8)[ 33 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The beast is down to 14 HP, and begins to get angry. Cue the spiraling chain.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 7 ] \n (1d6)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " (1d4-1)[ 3 ] \n\nDenakai swings his blade at the menace:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 21 ] (1d8+7)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 9 ] (1d8+7)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yet another miss.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 16 ] \n (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nFinally, the lumbring beast launches its attack succesfully." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" So what's the catch?\" Rohan asks. \" These seem like they would be worth much more .\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "\"Yes. These arrows cost 1 peice of gold in total, but have a chance of malfunction when used improperly. Question my brother further on in the dungeon for more information.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan hands over 5 gp still thinking that something is being left out." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace: In your third room, there are about 7 wooden pillars, all very tiny and in a row leading to a doorway. You can try jumping on each, taking two at a time, or using spells. \n \n\nJon casts Spider Climb and carefully makes his way over to the other side." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: You see a figure on the other side making a deal with a kobold halfway across the room. What do you do?\n\nBchilders: You notice a figure on the wall. What do you do the the figure?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Spot to figure out what this \"figure\" is: (1d20+10)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders: All that you can see is that it has a humanoid form." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai seems little more than annoyed at the blow. \"Get your false justice out of my face,\" he says, attacking with a pair of quick slashes:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 21 ] (1d8+7)[ 14 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 14 ] (1d8+7)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The creature flies out of your reach and launches another chain. (I can see why this is hard, the creature having a CR of 9 and all).\n\n (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 13 ] \n (1d6)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Time's up,\" Denakai says, grinning toothily as he releases another blast of Force energy from his maw:\n\n (6d8)[ 29 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The inevitable is roasted. The minotaurs run away. The door the Inevitable guarded says \"You may pass\"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai mutters under his breath, and advances through the door, his blade out.\n\n (1d4-1)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: You enter the room. You hear a low rumbling and some screaming sounds. What do you do?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan readies an attack and begins moving closer to the figure. If the figure makes any aggressive moves towards him he will fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+17)[ 32 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai calls out: \"Who's there? Show yourself!\" " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Lacking any other tactical options, I guess Jon moves closer." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: The figures merely laugh.\n\nBchilders: The figure, who appears humanoid, advances. What do you do?\n\nKyace: The figure advances. It seems to be readying its bow." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai smiles pleasantly at them for about six seconds-\n\n-and charges forward, hitting them with a cone of force:\n\n (6d8)[ 30 ] \n (1d4)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You bcharge past the southernmost figures and blast them with a cone of force.\n\n (7d10-30)[ 24 ] \n\nThe five figures tumble around you and hit you in the back with greatswords\n\n[roll]1d20+10[/roll]\n[roll]2d6+3[/roll]" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \n (2d6+3)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Genius guys. When you strike a Platinum Knight of Bahamut, you go down. Hard.\" Denakai lashes out with his blade:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 14 ] (1d8+7)[ 11 ] (2d6)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 12 ] (1d8+7)[ 11 ] (2d6)[ 7 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobolds you struck remains at nine hitpoints. They strike with their oversized, monkey-gripped greatswords again.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n (2d6+3)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai sighs. \"Y'know guys, I'm starting to get vexed-\" He fires off another wide blast of force. \"-But if you let me pass you can live.\" " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Oh yeah, damage:\n\n (6d8)[ 31 ] \n (1d4)[ 1 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You have defeated all of the kobolds. You also see two bottles and a stone tablet. What do you do?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Detect evil on them." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "None of the potions are evil." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon continues to move closer, ready to cast invisibility at the first serious sign of attack." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK.\n\nBchilders: The figure advances, arcane sparks crackling from his hand/" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "What about the tablet?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: is there anything I can do?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: No\n\nArkol: You can search the room or enter the portal." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: oh... didn't realize there was a portal.\n\nKamal heals himself and then looks around the room for anything he might have missed. (taking 20 on the check)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You see nothing." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal turns to Yazargos and says:\n\n\"I guess this is the only way out...\" and gets into the portal." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai mutters something about \"not blatantly stealing\" and grabs the potions. He also reads the tablets." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: Yazargos follows. You end up in a room with two kobolds. One kobold always lies, and one always tells the truth. You can ask them any three questions that you want.\n\nDorizzit: The tablet reads \"These potions three are quite deadly, but one will make you healed. Be careful, if one makes you feel full, poison you will contract.\"" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: is there anything else i nthe room besides me and the three kobolds?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: You also notice some torches and altars. The gilded altar says \"Yabaal\" and the demonic one says \"Yanusmo.\"" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: any exists from the room?)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yes, there is." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: let me guess... 2 exits... one leads to my ultimate doom and another is the true exist? 🙂 )" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Something like that. . ." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal looks at the two kobolds and the two exits....\n\nHe points to his brown boot and asks:\n\n\"Which color is my boot?\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "One kobold says \"Blue!\" The other exclaims \"Brown!\" Then, rocks fall in front of the kobolds. When the kobolds break through the rock, they look completely different." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: you sneaky you ....... 😉\n\nOk let's go with the classic resolution then....)\n\n\n\"Where do these exits lead?\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "One says \"To cotton candy land!\" The other says \"One leads to your doom, and the other leads to infinite riches.\" However, when the rocks fall again, they DON'T change appearance (or do they? you notice no change, but something seems different). You have one more question to ask." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal thinks for a bit. He looks at Yazargos but he just shrugs (the poor bastard has int8...). He ponders on the conundrum facing him and finally asks:\n\n\"If I ask the other Kobold, which one is the way that leads to infinite riches what will he say?\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Both kobolds say \"He would say it lead to cotton candy land! Hey, stop copying me! No, you stop!\" and begin having a knife fight. The two doors read \"You may advance.\"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Didn't you say there were only two potions?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You'll find out what happened to the third later." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "(ooc: Am I reading this wrong? I asked which one is the way to infinite riches... not where a specific door leads.... so both doors say I may pass? Two different doors? Or is it just one way that happens to have two doors?\n\nIt would help if you had described the room a bit further....)" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai stores the potions in his pack and heads towards the exit of the room (Assuming that there is one...)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: The truth-telling kobold and liar both said \"He would say it leads to cotton candy land.\" This means that, although you can pass, you are still uncertain of your direction.\n\nDorizzit: In the next room, you see a gleaming, alabaster figure. It makes no sudden movements, and remains silent. What do you do to it?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "But that's not what I asked.\n\nThere's two exits right?\n\nI asked what would the other kobold say if I asked which was the way to the infinite riches.\n\nThe answer they gave presumes I pointed at one door and asked \"where this one leads\"." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobolds gave their honest response on what they would say (or not say, in case of liar) The truth-telling one said \"He would talk about cotton-candy land\" The liar said another lie, \"He would talk about cotton-candy land.\" They used the same logic as OOTS' kobold oracle. \"'In the Throne Room' is a perfectly fine answer for the question 'Where is Xykon?'\"" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "I think you're missing the point.\n\nI asked \"...which one is leads to...\" and they said \"...it leads to...\"\n\nThe answer they gave is for the question \"...where does X lead to\"\n\nHence neither actually answered my question... which is annoying...." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "They technically said \"The other would say neither.\" due to the liars fascination with cotton-candy." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai makes no threatening moves. \"Are you going to attack me as well?\" he asks, sheathing his blade." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The beast still makes no moves." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "I'm gonan try and explain this the best I can...\n\nKamal asks:\n\n\"If I ask the other Kobold, which one is the way that leads to infinite riches what will he say?\"\n\nNow of the two ways let's call the correct one A and the wrong one B.\n\nIf Kamal asks \"which one is the way that leads to infinite riches\" what will each kobold says?\n\nThe one that always lies will say B.\nThe one that tell the truth will say A.\n\nSo far so good.\n\nSince what I'm asking is \"what woud the other one say if I asked him\"\n\nThe one that lies would obviously lie about what would the other one say. So he says B.\nThe one taht tell the truth tells me exactly what the other one would say, which again would be B.\n\nSo whichever way they replyed I would go on the opposite one.\n\nBut they didn't awnser my question, which I stress again was \"WHICH ONE\". They instead awnsered as if I had asked \"WHERE TO\". So it still makes no sense." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Do you talk?\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " \n Originally Posted by arkol \n I'm gonan try and explain this the best I can...\n\nKamal asks:\n\n\"If I ask the other Kobold, which one is the way that leads to infinite riches what will he say?\"\n\nNow of the two ways let's call the correct one A and the wrong one B.\n\nIf Kamal asks \"which one is the way that leads to infinite riches\" what will each kobold says?\n\nThe one that always lies will say B.\nThe one that tell the truth will say A.\n\nSo far so good.\n\nSince what I'm asking is \"what woud the other one say if I asked him\"\n\nThe one that lies would obviously lie about what would the other one say. So he says B.\nThe one taht tell the truth tells me exactly what the other one would say, which again would be B.\n\nSo whichever way they replyed I would go on the opposite one.\n\nBut they didn't awnser my question, which I stress again was \"WHICH ONE\". They instead awnsered as if I had asked \"WHERE TO\". So it still makes no sense. \n \n\nThe truth-telling person said that the answer was neither, but it would be Cotton Candy Land. The liar said the same thing. Thus, the doors are still ambiguous and the kobolds killed each other in a knife-fight.\n\nDorizzit: The figure stands still." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Assuming that there is an exit, Denakai moves towards it, staying well out of the way of the figure." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Bob is walking down the street to the library. Sudently the road forks. He doesn't know which one is the way to the library. He asks someone:\n\n\"Which one is teh way to the library?\"\n\nand the persons says: \"The MALL!\"\n\nDid the person awnser Bob's question?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: There is an exit. However, the figure is in front of it.\n\nArkol: When the liar wouldn't say either, clinging onto his cotton candy guise, that is the truth according to that liar. Your answer: neither door A or B are revealled to be the gate to infinite riches." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Jesus Christ....\n\nSimples questions always start with where, when, who, why, which, etc...\n\nYou can't give a \"which\" answer to a \"what\" question. It's that simple." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: But the truth-teller said the liar would say neither, and the liar said the truth-teller would say neither. Similar to your scenario, they said the same answer. However, unlike that one, they did not choose from A or B." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Your logic is.... unlogical." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "A lie isn't always the opposite of the truth. They have the power to say \"Neither\" as well." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "A piece of information that would have been usefull... I don't know.... maybe BEFORE I asked the questions?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "If I played the puzzle straight, you would breeze through it. EVERYBODY knows about that puzzle already." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Um...I need to get through there, so if you could please move...? Man, this is awkward. \" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The figure still says or does nothing. Would you like to roll a spot check?" }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Kamal goes trough the door." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Which door?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Sure...\n\n (1d20+2)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Since I've not been given a description of the room that included the doors, nor a description of the doors or their location it's hard to tell which one I'm goign trough..." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Arkol: There were two doors, one between each kobold corpse.\n\nDorizzit: As you closely examine the figure, you notice that it is a statue. You swear that you see something move behind it, but feel you are mistaken." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai trys to smash the statue.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "That helps... nothing. I don't know which kobold is which." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You feel like you just broke your hand. Would you like to try again, or would you like to do something else.\n\n\nArkol: As you look on the altars, you see two unmarked elixers. Would you like to sprinkle one of them on the Kobolds? (One elixer is blue, and one is read) Or would you like to do something else?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai works life back into his hand before attempting to move the statue." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "I search the kobold bodys." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: OK. As you push the statue away, you suddenly stumble. Roll a balance check!\n\nArkol: In their bodies, you find one final clue. \"The gate of wealth lies behind the door of the twin dragons.\" Mabye the door's markings are a clue." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "I search the marking of both doors." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Roll a spot check." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "I take my time and take 20. Shouldn't be a search check?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You look at the door and notice a trap. What do you do?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Alright, balance check: (1d20-6)[ 3 ] \n\nDenakai falls. Hard." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "In which door is the trap. What sort of trap is it?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "As you fall, four kobolds with greatswords jump from behind the statue. They slash with their swords.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n (2d6+0)[ 9 ] (all damage)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "In both of the doors, there are odd nozzle-like traps that you cannot identify. WHat do you do to them." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Switch to Toughness arua. Using the rocks that fell in front of the kobolds before I try to trigger the traps. First by throwing a few trough the doors and if nothing happens then by throwing a few at the nozzles themselves." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "As the rock goes near the door, two magic missiles launch from the nozzles, destroy the rocks, and fire about 5 times in random directions. Roll about 2 reflex saves." }, { "author": "arkol", "message": "Reflex saves coming up. Hope you didn't mean magic missiles as in teh spell. Those auto hit....\n\n (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "By \"magic missiles\", I mean magic energy bolts, not the spell. Picture Magic Missile Lite.\n\nYou are struck by a bolt and take 2d4 damage.\n\n (2d4)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai mutters about how much he hates kobolds, before opening up with a wide blast of energy at them:\n\n (6d8)[ 21 ] \n (1d4)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (7d10-21)[ 29 ] \n\nYou incinerate the kobolds, but they still exist. They are taken aback by your breath of doom and begin to scatter." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai tries to keep out of their way for about 12 seconds..." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "They continue to scatter. Mabye it would be easier to round them up again so you can kill them all in one blow." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai starts running around waving his sword in the air, trying to get them to congregate back into a mob." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: Sorry I've been out for so long...went camping\n\nRohan will fire a warning shot and purposefully miss then ask \" What do you want?\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: Your congregation works! The kobolds are all in a bunch, shouting \"He's gone mad!\"\n\nKyace: The strange figure shoots an arrow at you, misses, and demands to know what you want." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai growls at them. \"Who are you calling mad? You attacked me unprovoked! That seems a bit more mad than anything I've done, don't you think?\" " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace: The strange figure shoots an arrow at you, misses, and demands to know what you want. \n \n\nOOC: Pray, are you trying to get us to attack each other? How far apart are we still and I assume we can't realize who the other is?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: You found me out. Nice deducting skills. Basically, he is on the other platform, and you are in the center of the cliff. However, the cave is dark. Mabye some kind of illumination spell can help you recognize each other.\n\nDorizzit: The kobolds merely continue to panic." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai mutters about how much he hates kobolds before firing off another wide blast." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": " (6d8)[ 23 ] \n (1d4-1)[ 3 ] \n\nThe kobolds, at near-death, begin to stand. However, from behind you, you feel a stab.\n\n[roll]1d20+0[/roll]\n[roll]2d6+0[/roll]\n[roll]4d6[/roll]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "oops... Heh Heh... " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Don't worry, I made the rolls.\n\n (1d20+0)[ 13 ] Attack\n (2d6+0)[ 10 ] Damage\n (4d6)[ 14 ] Sneak Attack\n (7d6+0)[ 19 ] - Rogue HP\n\nBasically, now everybody is in a line.\n\n[r][d][k][k][k][k]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai turns to face the rogue. \"Good job. Clever, sneaking up behind me when I was distracted. You'll notice, however, that you're much smaller and weaker than me, and that I happen to be holding a weapon. The situation suddenly seems to no longer be in your favor, eh?\" With that, he lashes out with a pair of blinding slashes:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 26 ] (1d8+7)[ 14 ] (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+7)[ 10 ] (1d8+7)[ 8 ] (2d6)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The rogue lets out a silent shriek and incinerates." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai turns and fixes the Kobolds in the line in front of him with a hard stare." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" This is the last warning. If you don't respond I will be forced to kill you .\" Rohan readies an attack.\n\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon draws his medal out of his shirt and lets the heatless flames illuminate him. \"Would you now? That seems wasteful.\"" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace and Bchilders: As you look at the light, you notice that the person in front of you is Jon/Rohan.\n\nDorizzit: The kobolds continue to cower. They don't seem to be going anywhere." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai \"Feh...\"s and sheathes his sword, heading for the exit." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "As you get to the exit, the kobolds charge at you with their swords brandished.\n\n (1d20)[ 14 ] \n[roll]]]1d12[/roll]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai growls and blasts them with a final wide blast:\n\n (6d8)[ 35 ] \n (1d4)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobolds are roasted to perfection. What do you do now?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai leaves." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "With the new illumination Rohan sees his companion and lets out a sigh of relief. He looks around to see what other options this area offers and says, \" It's finally good to see someone I recognize. Do you know anything of the others?\" " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "\"Other than maybe holding their lives in my pocket, no I don't.\" When Jon gets closer to Rohan, he draws the Rohan glass figure out to show him." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: As you enter the room, everything is completely blank. There are two doors, one which says \"Go here!\" in big neon letters, and one which says \"Stay away! Tarrasque den.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan looks taken aback for a second by the small figurine of himself but hen gains his composure and says, \"Well...where do we go from here?\" Looking around to find another exit in the area they are in." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai heads to the center of the room. D*** puzzles, he thinks. I thought this was a test of might. " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon carefully puts the figure back in his haversack and looks around as well." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: As you step into the center of the room, you step on a tanglefoot bag. Three kobolds with greatswords charge at you.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \n (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \n (2d6)[ 5 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n\nKyace and Bchilders: As you look around the room, you fall down a trapdoor. You land on a platform. Near the platform, which is 30 feet above the ground, there are three kobolds attacking a familiar-looking figure. Do you look to see anything else or get involved?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " \n Originally Posted by OOTS_Rules. \n Kyace and Bchilders: As you look around the room, you fall down a trapdoor. You land on a platform. Near the platform, which is 30 feet above the ground, there are three kobolds attacking a familiar-looking figure. Do you look to see anything else or get involved? \n \n\nI'm on the wall with spiderclimb, how did I fall down a trapdoor?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai \"Ugh....\" s and blasts them with a cone of force:\n\n (6d8)[ 25 ] \n (1d4)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Sorry, forgot that detail.\n\nDenakai: (10d10-25)[ 42 ] The kobolds are still alive, but are now fleeing.\nKyace: You see Rohan fall down a trapdoor. Do you follow?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai gives chase and lashes out at them with his sword:\n\n (1d20+13)[ 29 ] (1d8+7)[ 14 ] (2d6)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The kobold you slashes stumbles (28 HP). The others continue to flee, throwing down bags, and this one begins to flee as well." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai let's loose a terrific roar in their direction and then begins to ruffle through their stuff." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "If Jon can climb down the side of the pit, he follows." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: More tanglefoot bags are what you just opened. They laugh and continue to run.\n\nBchilders and Kyace: You see that the familiar figure is tangled up and the kobolds are running and laughing." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai fires off twin long beams of force at them:\n\n (6d8)[ 31 ] \n (6d8)[ 35 ] \n (1d4+1)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The two beams each hit all of the kobolds, killing them. Which door would you like to go through?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "The Tarrasque's den one." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "In the den is nothing except for a large door. Would you like to look for other stuff, or just exit through the door." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Sure, Denakai will look around:\n\n (1d20+2)[ 3 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You notice nothinh extraordinary. Would you like to search?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Sure, Denakai will try searching again:\n\n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: I assume we just saw Denakai exi through a door marked Tarrasque's Den.\n\nRohan catches up to Denakai and says, \" That was an impressive dispatching of those kobolds...do you know how anyone else is fairing?\" Seeing his companion searching around Rohan decides to help out.\n\nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders and Dorizzit: You both search, and Bchilders find a Tarresque egg, the size of a halfling. Would you like to take it, break it, do something else to it, or ignore it?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai, not really paying attention to his surroundings, makes a noise somewhat like a piano being strangled by a goose and jumps (quite high) into the air when Rohan talks to him. Mortified, he answers: \"Thank you. I know naught of the others, you're the first I've seen...do you know of them?\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" Well Jon was behind me....I assume he'll be catching up soon. Other than that I know nothing of anyone else. What do you make of this egg?\" Rohan studies the egg for a moment to see if there is anything noticeably significant about it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge Nature: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \nKnowledge Arcana: (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai shrugs non-commitally. \"Draconic in origin? I'm not exactly knowledgeable in these areas....out of curiosity, have you run into a large variety of creatures, Kobolds in particular, who seem very eager to end your life in a painful fashion? Or is that just a result of the might path.\" " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "I guess Jon follows the railroad down the rabbit hole. :/" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: You walk into Denakai and Rohan in the middle of conversation and notice a large egg." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai declares: \"I'll take it. We'll see what happens when it hatches.\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC:Anything on the knowledge checks?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You look at the egg, and reveal that it is magical, reptillian, and will be gigantic when it is an adult. You also learn of its destructive nature." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai, learning this information, says: \"Hm...I just got a craving for giant egg omelette. Anyone else?\" " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\" It's up to you...I'm not for trudging along an egg but if you want to carry it maybe Bahamut will have a use for it ,\" Rohan says not very confidently because their is still a part of him that is uneasy about to egg." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Good point. We'll see if Bahamut has any use for it.\" Denakai takes the egg and places it in his pack." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. You have acquired the Odd Egg. WOuld you like to exit through the large doors?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai does. The others can follow if they want." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon shrugs and follows, unsure what just happened." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rohan holds his bow at ready and follows slightly behind at to the right of Denakai." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You enter the next room, and see a humongous figure that resembles a dragon. What do you do?" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai calls out: \"Hey you! Friendly, or Hostile?\" " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "It doesn't respond." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon looks at it closest to try to identify it.\n\n[roll=Knowledge (Arcana)]1d20+20[/roll]" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "((Ok... I didn't edit it or preview it. Hmm. Lets try that again.))\n\n[roll=Knowledge(Arcana)]1d20+20[/roll]" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai blasts a long shot next to its head." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The side of its head splits open, but it doesn't die." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((Why? I didn't hit it.))" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan looks closely at the dragon trying to get any hint of what it is or what it's intentions are.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge Arcana: (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: The shrapnel from the wall struck it.\n\nBchilders and Kyace: You figure out that the dragon is made of wood." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Ah. Denakai says: \"Well, it's not a threat. Lets keep going so whatever is a threat here will attack us and we can kill it.\" He walks towards the door." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Nothing comes out of the large, wooden dragon." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan will go search the wooden dragon.\n\nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You seen nothing wrong with the dragon." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan looks over it one more time and if nothing is found will move with Denakai towards the door.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You still see nothing." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Then I proceed to the door with Denakai and see what I can do about opening it." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The door reads: You May Pass." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Still not quite sure whats goning on, Jon follows." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Ok. You go through the door, and find the next room empty." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Is there a door?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan searches the room.\n\nSearch: (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Dorizzit: Yes.\n\nBchilders; As you search, you seem to find nothing and figure that the room really IS empty." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai heads towards the door." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan warily follows." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Another alabaster beast falls from the ceiling. It says \"READY FOR ROUND TWO, DENAKAI?\"\n\n (8d10+30)[ 81 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"Guh....alright, big guy, let's go!\" \n\nDenakai blasts it with his breath:\n\n (6d8)[ 30 ] \n (1d4-1)[ 2 ] " }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Initiative: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n\nRowan readies his bow at lets fire as soon as he is able." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Hmm.\n\n Init - (1d20+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Denakai: The beast flies over your head and out of your reach to avoid your attacks after being struck. Roll initiative.\n\n (1d20)[ 12 ] " }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "It is Bchilder's turn to attack." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan swiftly nocks his arrows and lets fly at the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFull Attack\nAttack 1: (1d20+16)[ 30 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+16)[ 34 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \nDamage 2: (1d8+3)[ 5 ] \nDamage 3: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Denakai's turn. The beast is down to 31 HP" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "((Is it still flying out of my reach?))" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Yes, and directly over your head so that you can't breath on it with your force breath." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai just growls at it, then." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You could also try a jump check." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Jumping isn't really Denakai's style..." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. The inevitable flies up higher, trying to avoid harm. Kyace's turn." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon casts Haste on the three of them, moving closer if needed." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "BChilder's move." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan notches more arrows and lets them loose at a speed that surprises even him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack1: (1d20+16)[ 26 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+16)[ 32 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \nAttack3: (1d20+16)[ 24 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \nAttack4: (1d20+11)[ 13 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The creature is down to 9 HP. Dorizzit's move." }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": "Denakai does nothing." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The creature flies up to the ceiling. Kyace's move." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Assuming the thing of clockwork is immune to my enchantment, Jon waits and braces for a counter attack.\n\n((Ready an action to cast minor image if it swoops downs. The minor image is of an glass wall that appears as if summoned in front of the creature if it flies closer or charges, will save DC 19 to disbelieve))" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Bchilders, it is your turn." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Attack1: (1d20+16)[ 32 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+16)[ 35 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \nAttack3: (1d20+16)[ 26 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \nAttack4: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] Damage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The beast falls from the sky onto the floor, dead. The door at the end of the room has a sign on it that says \"You may pass\"" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "\"Could someone tell me what that was about?\"" }, { "author": "Dorizzit", "message": " \"It happens a lot. Anyway...\" Denakai strides towards the door." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan looks as if he were about to ask something but he shrugs instead and follows onward." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "As you enter the door, there is a large banging sound. The room is dark, but you do not know if there is anything in it. Roll spot checks." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Spot: (1d20+10)[ 29 ] +9 if it deals with dragons" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": " Spot - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] \n Listen - (1d20+13)[ 30 ] \n\nAssuming he doesn't see anything, Jon reaches for the light source around his neck." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You faintly see bout six targets, and a large, red beast. However, the beast doesn't notice your presence. What do you do?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan will take aim at the targets and let loose.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFiring one arrow at each of the first three targets\nAttack1: (1d20+15)[ 24 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+15)[ 24 ] \nAttack3: (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \n\nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You almost strike two of the targets, and your third shot goes wild. You also think that you feel something next to you. Do you roll a spot check?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Spot: (1d20+10)[ 19 ] +9 if dealing with dragons\nListen: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] +9 if dealing with dragons" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You squint into the darkness and you swear you can see something. Do you grab it and examine it closer?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "I'd rather shoot an arrow at it\n\nAttack: (1d20+16)[ 17 ] \n\nOOC: How many players do we still have?" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You, Dorizzit, and Kyace are the most active. Ravenkith and Arkol hardly post anymore.\n\nYou miss. What do you do?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon pulls out his lighted amulet so we can see what is in the room." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Kyace: Are you sure? The giant beast might see you, and it seems pretty dangerous." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Err, then I guess not." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OK. You see Rohan shooting at something, although he misses and you cannot se it. What do you do to his target?" }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "I'll whisper to Rohan, \"What is it? Need help?\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "\"Just wish I could see better,\" Rohan says as he focuses to shoot one more arrow at his target.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+18)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "Rowan: You miss yet again. Since the target gives no reaction, you assume that it is not a creature. What do you do to the object?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan whispers over toward Jon, \"Do you have a light? I don't like not knowing what we're messing with.\" " }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon pulls out the light. (Its continual flame, if it matters.)" }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "BChilders: You see arrows with an odd flare. They have a radiance about them that makes them seem special. What do you do to them?" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "OOC: What happened to what I was shooting at?\n\nI'll move closer to check them out." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "OOC: That was what you were shooting at.\n\nBChilders: You see a small gylph in the arrows. it is a finely carved U. It gleams just like the tips and ends of the arrows." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan will grab one of the arrows and inspect it closer." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "The U has a small V scrawled onto one end. That is all you see." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "Jon casts detect magic. spellcraft if needed. spellcraft - (1d20+22)[ 27 ] " }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You find out that the arrows are +3 Arrows of Returning, and that they might have other magical properties." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "He says as much." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You cannot tell, but you seem to detect an aura of power about them that seems. . . destructive." }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan pockets one of them and offers the other to Kyace if he wants. Then looks around the rest of the room." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "All that you find are four more arrows, each the same as the two you found." }, { "author": "Kyace", "message": "\"No thanks, there's something off about the arrows that I can't place my finger on. Take care when you use them.\"" }, { "author": "bchilders", "message": "Rowan puts all six away and looks around the room to see if there is an exit or anything else." }, { "author": "OOTS_Rules.", "message": "You cannot tell if there is an exit." } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 20: BlackMoon vs. Lumi \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\nAnd\n 600 GP for first \n 300 GP for second \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I will post initiative later" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "You might not have to. My init is extremely poor.\n\nStill might buy stuff though. I haven't even updated from last fight.\n init - (1d20-5)[ 5 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Ok, let's start this\n[rol=initiative]1d20+4[/roll] If I woll a one this may be a tie (but I think I would win anyway)" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "[roll0] stupid forum roller" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Graaaaaaaa😡\nstupid 60 seconds between post rules\n\n initiative - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 1 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi will start at B 10 with his hands empty, and tries to cast invisibility caster check - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] vs DC 8, if he is able to cast the spell he will move to F6, if he fails he will move to F 10\n \n\n\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: \n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Just to have 5 posts in a row... your turn" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Sorry about the wait. I probably made the dumbest purchase ever though heh.\n\n BlackMoon - second in round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStart in Y10 with heavy shield and potion of invisibility in other hand.\n\nStandard: Drink potion of invis\nMove: Draw scroll with summon monster and nature's ally on it\n \n\n\nEdit: Should have done this earlier, but I just checked your sheet. Where is Amber Amulet of the Vermin located?\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 1/30\nCurrent Location: Y10\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \nSummon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Hum... didn't anticipate you buying a potion of invisibility... I wonder if you had the same idea as I, should have bough a spider amulet in the end :P, BTW it's on magic item compendium, a pity the scorpion version is banned...\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 2 \n\nAssuming no LoS\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lumi casts mage armor and draws a bottle of alchemist fire\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: F6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 9/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5' step to X10.\nBegin casting Summon Monster I off of scroll\n \n\n\nEdit: Sorry. End Turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 2/30\nCurrent Location: X10\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \nSummon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "We really need a LoS check.. unless you already are invisible\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 3 \n\nAssuming no LoS\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lumi will double move silently from F6 to N5\n hide - (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \n MS - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: N5\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 8/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Ref Mav:\n\n@Blackmoon\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Lumi\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou hear casting to the east, but can't see anything\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 3\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5' step to W10.\nEnd casting off the scroll at beginning of round. I'm unsure on the definition of 1 full round actions but I believe they finish at the beginning of your turn. If that's the case, I'd like to begin casting another Summon Monster I.\n\nThe summoned monster is a Fiendish Small Monstrous Spider. . It is summoned on T6 and will move forward until it senses the enemy. (Note this could be it's entire round if he isn't there). If Lumi is sensed before the Spider finishes his first move, it will attempt to web him (rules for web found in link).\n\nIf it finds Lumi during it's second move, it will shriek and then move up to him.\n\nSpider's move is 30'. Tremorsense is 60'. It reaches 05 on it's first move and up to I5 on it's second move.\n\nIf Necessary\n touch attack - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n str check - (1d20-2)[ 17 ] \n concealment - (1d100)[ 15 ] 1-50 hits, used if he is invisible\n \n\n\nEnd turn but we need another LoS I think.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 2/30 Summon Monster I 1/1\nCurrent Location: X10\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible)\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \nSummon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 4 \n\nAssuming no LoS\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lumi will remains at N5 and readies an action to move if he sees any summoned creature (specialy spiders)\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: N5\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 7/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n[roll3]\n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "I think we definitely need to wait for LoS here.\n\nAlso for refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAfter reading my turn, I see that I did not specify casting the summon monster I off of the scroll currently in hand. That is my intention (and also why it's 1 full round casting time)\n\nI am editing my response here as I do not want to edit above since Morbius just posted himself\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nForgot to add I am invisible\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm going to back the bus up a little bit.\n \n\n\nA spider appears in T6 at the end of Round 3. And it fires a stream of webbing.\n\nSpider Attack: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] Not including Range, which would give away Lumi's position to Blackmoon, so I'll calculate it after I see what the roll is.\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spider misses. You also hear spellcasting to the east\n \n\n\n@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou don't see anyone get hit by the webbing, although the spider was aiming towards the NWW\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "If it's important, the attack bonus is actually +4. And thanks for the refcheck." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Doh, forgot to take size into the equation, but it doesn't change anything." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "So if that happened at the end of round 3, it would be Lumi's turn at the top of round 4, as his turn was seemingly contingent on no LoS?" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Indeed it is, we had to back this train up a bit.\n\nIt is now Lumi's Turn on Round 4" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Oh, and don't forget the concealment miss chance Mavian😉\n Lumi 1st to act - round 4 redone \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi will move to G6 and activate total defense\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 22, Touch 18, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 7/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n A creature with tremorsense automatically senses the location of anything that is in contact with the ground and within range. \n\nNo concealment from tremorsense.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 3\n\nSpider that I guess you can see disappears. And since you could see that one, you'll definitely see this one. Another spider appears in R6.\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlackMoon: 5' step to V9. Cast Summon Monster I(spider) in R6.\n\nThis spider, if possible, will walk in a NWW fashion (3 squares west for every 1 square North. If it senses the opponent, get as close as possible to attack it via web. If not in range to attack, get as close as possible and shriek. I will let the refs roll that.\n\nI am unsure about the rules for full-round casting. When exactly do I finish? Can I act normally this round (though I have used a 5' step?)\n \n\n\nNot done\n\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 3/30 Summon Monster I 1/1 Summon Monster I 1/1\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible)\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \nSummon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n @Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n\nNo concealment from tremorsense.\n \n \n \n\n\nMavian and other refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nMavian I really think you are wrong about that and for the next refs that come to check this match I would like to check this\n\n\n Tremorsense \nA creature with tremorsense automatically senses the location of anything that is in contact with the ground and within range. Aquatic creatures with tremorsense can also sense the location of creatures moving through water.\n\nIf no straight path exists through the ground from the creature to those that it’s sensing, then the range defines the maximum distance of the shortest indirect path. It must itself be in contact with the ground, and the creatures must be moving .\n\n As long as the other creatures are taking physical actions, including casting spells with somatic components, they’re considered moving ; they don’t have to move from place to place for a creature with tremorsense to detect them.\n\nSo you can guess what will be Lumi's next action(or what will not be Lumi's next action)\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I still need Mavian or another refs to confirm the above question but assuming it is correct your new spider (I suppose it was summoned now) does not detect Lumi\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 5 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi stand VERY still at G6 and activates total defense if(and only if)it does not count as a physical action.\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 22, Touch 18, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 6/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "It might not sense you right away, but that doesn't mean it WON'T.\n\nWe need two rulings, my round and your question, so I definitely want to wait to make my turn." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nI am unsure about what's going on, so I won't give an LoS check since I think there is invisibility and tremorsense involved with this, but I'll answer some questions.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n @Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nI am unsure about the rules for full-round casting. When exactly do I finish? Can I act normally this round (though I have used a 5' step?)\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull Round Casting means you start one turn, it continues until just before the begining of your next turn, and then you act normaly in that round.\n \n\n\nAlso, everyone is clear that while tremorsense allows you to know which square a creature is in, it does not allow you to negate cover or concealment, right?" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nWith my new and confirmed information about full round casting, I'd like to change the spider's action if it has a standard action left when it senses Lumi. I'd like it to attack the SQUARE he is on with his web, thereby clearly noting his location.\n\nIf this is not possible, then original actions should suffice.\n " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": "Refs and Lumi:\n \n Spoiler \nGiven that 5 ranks in Tumble provides an increased AC bonus when using Total Defense, I think it's reasonable to rule that it involves moving around.\n \n\n\nDon't have time to figure out LOS, sorry." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": " High Ref Mav: \n\nAnother spider appears in R6. It proceeds to move to G4.\n\n@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nYour spider neither shrieks nor webs anywhere. I assume that if it doesn't find anything in its first move, it would double move. Correct?\n \n\n\n@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spider stops 10 feet north of you.\n \n\n\nIt's still Blackmoon's turn." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nYes it would double move. If it doesn't shriek, that means that it didn't find him AT ALL, and knowing Lumi's movement I find that strange.\n\nAlso, isn't it still BlackMoon's turn as I finished casting a full round spell at the beginning of my turn, as per Kyeudo?\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nOops, corrected. One of us should really setup the championship match in round 19 eh? Seeing as how its between us.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "refs\n \n Spoiler \n I (as usual) disagree that activating full defense would give away Lumi's position for counting as movement. Full defense gives a dodge bonus, AFAIK dodge does not means that you move constantly, it means that you move when someone tries to attack you so that you can avoid the blow, if you think like this total defense would only give away my position if the spider attacked my square in the 1st place forcing Lumi to move to avoid the blow.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 4 cont'd.\n\nSpider Appeared in R6 and moved to G4.\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nStupid spider.\n\nFull Round Action: Begin Casting Summon Nature's Ally I as a spontaneous spell, sacrificing Summon Monster I\n \n\n\nDone.\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 3/30 Summon Monster I 1/1 Summon Monster I 1/1\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible)\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I will keep the actions for round 5 that I posted before :P\n\nYour turn." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 5\n\nSpider in G4 disappears, but a Wolf appears in R5.\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nWolf will appear in R5. It has the scent ability, and automatically smells anything within 30'. It's move is 50'. It will move forward straight and howl if it ever smells anything. If it does smell something it will dead stop and howl.\n\nIf at the end of its first move it does not smell something, it will head in a Southwest direction.\n\nIf it still has an action left (doubtful) it will use a move action to sense direction of scent.\n\n Wolf \n BlackMoon \n5' step to V8. Begin casting Summon Nature's Ally I off of current scroll.\n\n \n\n\nDone. Probably need LoS again.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 4/30 Summon Monster I 1/1 Summon Monster I 1/1\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Your wolf probably does not smell anything.\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 6 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi stands still at G6 and activates total defense.\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 22, Touch 18, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 5/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Probably not but you know we need that LoS check, as my wolf is actually doing things. I put it under spoiler to explain to the refs.\n\nSo we really do need to wait for LoS." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "High Ref Mav:\n\nThe wolf appears in R5. Walks to N5 then sits down and howls." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ref\n \n Spoiler \n\njust a reminder for the refs that come to check this match\n\n\nScent\nThis extraordinary ability lets a creature detect approaching enemies, sniff out hidden foes, and track by sense of smell.\n\n A creature with the scent ability can detect opponents by sense of smell, generally within 30 feet . If the opponent is upwind, the range is 60 feet. If it is downwind, the range is 15 feet. Strong scents, such as smoke or rotting garbage, can be detected at twice the ranges noted above. Overpowering scents, such as skunk musk or troglodyte stench, can be detected at three times these ranges.\n\n The creature detects another creature’s presence but not its specific location . Noting the direction of the scent is a move action . If it moves within 5 feet of the scent’s source, the creature can pinpoint that source. \n\nA creature with the Track feat and the scent ability can follow tracks by smell, making a Wisdom check to find or follow a track. The typical DC for a fresh trail is 10. The DC increases or decreases depending on how strong the quarry’s odor is, the number of creatures, and the age of the trail. For each hour that the trail is cold, the DC increases by 2. The ability otherwise follows the rules for the Track feat. Creatures tracking by scent ignore the effects of surface conditions and poor visibility.\n\n\nI just don't want him deploying monsters in flanking position to Lumi when he should have no way to know where Lumi was (like in the last fight)\n \n\n\nAs you didn't posted in the open that your wolf was moving I will eventualy have to redo my actions, now...\n\n\nIs it my turn?" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Like I said, you gotta wait to see what happens. I have to give instructions for what happens at what points and the like and the refs need to adjudicate so that they don't give anything away. At least that's how I see it.\n\nThat's also exactly why you have to (or at least should) wait for LoS checks.\n\nBut yes, it is your turn." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "I did the wolfs turn... Did you guys miss it in the midst of your conversation?\n\nAnd yes, it is Lumi's turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n I did the wolfs turn... Did you guys miss it in the midst of your conversation?\n\nAnd yes, it is Lumi's turn. \n \n\nNope, I saw the wolf's actions but no one said it was my turn😛\n Lumi 1st to act - round 6 redone \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi moves to A8.\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n hide - (1d20+23)[ 31 ] \n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 22, Touch 18, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 5/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 6\n\nNew Wolf appears in R5. Old wolf still in N5.\nStuff happening with them that I can't control.\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nOk, it's first New wolf's turn. New wolf (From N5) will walk straight west until he finds a scent. If no scent is found by F5(the end of the ramp) it will turn south. If it finds a scent anywhere, it will immediately howl. If it has an action after it finds the scent, it will use a move action to figure out what direction and then point that way.\n\nThe old wolf's actions depends on what happens with new wolf. If old wolf finds a scent, it tries to get as close to that scent as possible (if it can zero in with movement left by going where the scent is and coming within 5' that's best, otherwise get as close as possible).\n\nIf New Wolf didn't find a scent then Old Wolf will head in a slightly more southwesterly path, heading SW at H5 and essentially heading D10 and then farther south if it still has movement/hasn't found anything.\n\nBlackmoon's actions depend on what happens with these mutts.\n\n Wolf \n BlackMoon \n5' step to V8. Begin casting Summon Nature's Ally I off of current scroll.\n\n \n\n\nNot done. Need LoS/adjudication\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 5/30 Old Wolf 2/3 New Wolf 1/1\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "The wolf in R5 moves to F8 and starts howling.\n\nThe wolf in N5 then moves to F7 and points its nose to the west\n\n@Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst wolf took a double move to get there, the second took a move and then a move action to point. So both of them are now out of actions.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 6 cont'd\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon: \nMove: Move from V9 to P8.\nStandard: Cast Rapid Summon Monster I, use divine power to change caster level\n divine power check - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] = Caster level 5\n\n Will edit in where spider is after caster level determined \n\nEdit: Spider appears in I8. It will head straight west until it senses Lumi (who hopefully hasn't played some nasty trick) and will attempt to web him from as close as possible with a minimum distance of 15' (just out of spear range)\n\nSpider has a move of 30' and an AB of +4. Web is ranged touch attack.\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \n \n\n\nNot done. Need LoS/adjudication\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 5/30 Old Wolf 2/3 New Wolf 1/1 Spider 1/5\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 0/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Another Spider appears, this time in I8, it move up to G8 and launches a stream of webbing\n\nFor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+4)[ 23 ] - 2 for range\n (1d100)[ 82 ] - over 50 hits\n\nBronz said it goes straight west, which means the farthest it can go is G8 before it runs into the wolf. It would sense Lumi at that range though.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "So did it miss? What direction did it shoot?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "🤨 Hey how many creatures he may summon each round? He just summoned a wolf this turn\n\n\nrefs \n Spoiler \n not to mention how the spider knew where I was to shoot at me as I did not had the chance to move since it was summoned\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "I finished summoning a wolf this turn. That happens at the beginning. I still had my round of actions to do." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Morbius\n\nThe first was from a full-round spell he cast last turn. It appears just before his turn this round. The second he cast this turn." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "refs \n Spoiler \n ok, but I am still curious about how his spider detected me as I never had the chance to move after it was summoned\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "@Morbius\n \n Spoiler \n\nBecause you never said you were standing still. In combat you are assumed to be shifting around constantly which is why you take up a 5-foot square.\n \n\n\nAn outline of Lumi appears in A8 covered in strands of webbing.\n\nLumi is entangled and may make a DC 10 escape artist, or DC14 strength check to break the webs as a standard action.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe character is ensnared. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a -2 penalty on all attack rolls and a -4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a Concentration check (DC 15 + the spell’s level) or lose the spell.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 7 \n\n\nDon't roll a one, don't roll a one, don't roll a one....\n escape artist - (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n\n\nNot done.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: A\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10 (entangled penalties not added)\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 4/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Lumi moves to\n \n Spoiler \n A 14\n \n\n\nYour turn" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Holy cow you actually had escape artist as a skill. You actually needed a 4 though, since entangled gave a -4 dex.\n\n BlackMoon - second in round 7\n\nWolf in F8 Disappears\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe couldn't have gotten far if he spent an action getting out.\nFirst part of round: Spider goes hunting. He will move to within 15' of him and attack his SQUARE. If he can't get within 15', then get as close as possible.\n\nI need to know what square he attacks before I can go on.\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \n \n\n\nNot done. Need LoS/adjudication\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 6/30 Old Wolf 3/3 Spider 2/5\nCurrent Location: V9\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 3/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Well I have to admit tough, I was more worried about grappling maniacs than giant spiders trying to spin me alive when I took that skill.\n\neDIT: that is what's good about being a caster who has the skillmonkey prowess of the best rogues" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Yeah, I guess it is an odd use for it huh? 😉\n\nI just want to go on record and say I hate invisibility. ESPECIALLY for one on one matches like this. It is entirely game shifting. Rant off.\n\nEdit: That's INT based no less. I have no idea why Beguiler wasn't CHA based. I mean, doesn't Beguiler SCREAM Cha? Not to WotC I guess." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "You think its bad from your end, try it from this side.\n\nThe spider moves from G8 to D11 and spits a gob of webbing into A16\n\nFor Me\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] With range penalties that misses. To avoid revealing the spider completely missed, I will roll the direction randomly with my dice.\nI rolled a [4] which means it misses to the south by 2 squares. So.. A16\n \n\n\nAlso, there's a feat in Exemplars of Evil which is nice. Allows you to use an escape artist roll as your Touch AC. Slippery skin I think is its name." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Edit: That's INT based no less. I have no idea why Beguiler wasn't CHA based. I mean, doesn't Beguiler SCREAM Cha? Not to WotC I guess. \n \n\nMaybe.. but can you imagine what kind of \"charm XX\" maniac the beguiler would become? No one would win the opposed charisma check to avoiding seppukuing themselves when the beguiler said that their sword in fact was able to heal wounds.\n\n\nAlso considers several funny ways to make a charmed opponent jump in the lava" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "So..Mav...what happens? It shoots some web and then what?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "My turn?\n12345678910" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "It did what you asked it too, what more do you want?\n\nIt's still Blackmoons turn." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 7 cont-d\n\nWolf in F7 moves to B15.\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe wolf attacks A16 unless it's senses tell it otherwise. The spider should have hit, but scent automatically gives the position if within 5', so the wolf should sense him in A16. If he is not in A16, the web can't have missed by far, so the wolf will search him out with his other action. If he happens to be in a square that is not A16, but is within 5' of the wolf, the wolf still attacks (as it is automatic to know the square)\n\n\n wolf attack - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n wolf damage - (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n concealment - (1d100)[ 43 ] 1-50 hits\n\nBlackMoon: DoubleMove to N15\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \n \n\n\nNot done. Need ruling.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 6/30 Old Wolf 3/3 Spider 2/5\nCurrent Location: N15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 3/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "I might have to suggest making a ruling that all actions of both summoned monsters and the players have to happen in the same post. You shouldn't be able to have creatures move in response to what other creatures did on the same turn." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Boooo. That would take a lot away from this character, for sure.\n\n\nEdit: My turn is over." }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "It wouldn't matter so much if your opponent wasn't invisible, but it does make sense when you think about it.\n\nThe wolf attack A14 and misses." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "That depends. You could be just slightly delaying instead of everything acting simultaneously.\n\nIf I had to go all at once against in invisible opponent I would be really screwed, and it would just make invis that much harder to counter. Bleh." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 8 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves to L18\nAs the wolf can't see Lumi it does not provoke an AoO\n\nStill invisible... for now...\n \n\n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: L18\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 3/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Ok, well, I need to know if I can still do my thing or if I am going to be restricted (and essentially having hands tied behind my back).\n\nActions will be different depending on answer." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "If I were the one rulling here I would say that you are right.\nIt seems you are using the spider web direction to give your wolfs the correct wereabous of Lumi so that they can attack him.\n\nOne could say that they hold their actions to follow the stream of web, but of course I am not reffing this match😁" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.\n\nAnd no, you're not reffing this match. Though you could ref this match between me and Mavian 😁\n\n\nEdit: Of course not, since it went to my mailbox heh. Fixed." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.\n\nAnd no, you're not reffing this match. Though you could ref this match between me and Mavian 😁 \n \n\nI don't think that is a valid link" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Just saying I'm still here. Holiday weekend was kind of nuts. And now X-mas is going to be nuts.\n\nI fear I may be out of touch until after then. And seeing that you will be out until after the 5th, we maybe waiting a bit for an end to this match." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "That is not 100% garanteed, I may have sporadic access, I just can't say I won't break the 48 hours deadline" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 8\n\nWolf disappears\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spider will follow the trail of motion. If it can attack and be in decent range for its web, it will web the square Lumi is on. If it cannot attack, it will move as close to Lumi as possible, face his direction, and if it is right next to him it will shriek.\n\nRest of turn dependant on results.\n\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \n \n\n\nNot done. Need ruling.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 7/30 Spider 3/5\nCurrent Location: N15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 3/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I(D)\n \n\n " }, { "author": "theterran", "message": " Ref Terran \n\n@BlackMoon\n \n Spoiler \nYour Spider moves south from D11, and you lose sight of it due to the wall. It reappears in I18 however and looks due east.\n \n\n\n@Lumi\n \n Spoiler \nYou see the spider moving once it hits D15, it continues traveling south until D18, where it turns east heading straight for you. The spider stops in I18 facing in your direction.\n \n\n\nStill BlackMoon's turn." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 8 - cont'd\n\nA conjured Ice Beast appears in K18, giving off a frosty aura\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nWell, let's reach as far east as I can without hitting myself then. Ice Beast (Wolf) in K18.\n\nStandard: Divinely Powered Rapid Cast Conjure Ice Beast I\n divine power - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n frost aura - (1d6)[ 4 ] - if 5 or less, spider takes 0. If 6, spider takes 1pt.\n\nMove: Put scroll away\n\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \nConjured Ice Beast:\nHP: 25\nAB:+3\nAC: 16\nDuration: 1/* - TBD by divine power\n\n\n\n \n\n\nIf you are within 10' of K18, you take frost damage\n frost aura - (1d6)[ 2 ] - if 5 or less, spider takes 0. If 6, spider takes 1pt.\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 7/30 Spider 3/5\nCurrent Location: N15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 3/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ok, this is starting to scare me, I don't know where you are but anyway remember that Conjure Ice beast has a range of 25 feet...\n\n(I think I need to be less obvious about where I am going)\n\n\nFortunately that was not a very good damage roll. Is it my turn?" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "I apologize, it is your turn. I also apologize for the scarcity of my posts. The holiday season has taken me down a notch in frequency.\n\nAlso, the spider's actions give lots of information for me, and yes, I am within 30' of where the ice beast originated (caster level 3 for the spell).\n\nSorry for the long match again." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I have a question in the waiting room about my items that may cause me to get rid of a scroll and a couple of alchemist fires, just FYI. As you didn't give me the chance to uses most of them so far I don't think it be problematic for you.\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 9 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves V15\nStill invisible... for now...\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: V15\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 2/10 invisible\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 9\n\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpider will follow movement of Lumi. If he can, it will go right up next to him and shriek. If it can't reach him, but can hit his square with a web after his first move it will do that. If neither of those are possible, it will get as close as possible and line up with Lumi on the north/south line, but won't make a sound.\n\nIce beast (movement of 50') will go immediately after spider and hopefully attack the square that is pointed out to it by the spider with a grapple. If no shriek or web is present, it will attack the square 10' away from the spider. If neither of these is possible, it will move as close to where the spider pointed out as possible.\n\nBlackMoon's turn depends on what happens here.\n\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \nConjured Ice Beast:\nHP: 25\nAB:+3\nAC: 16\nMove: 50'\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\nNot done.\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 8/30 Spider 4/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/\nCurrent Location: N15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance, Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I forgot to say before, I think it is more my fault that this is going slow, as due to the invisibility you need the refs to make the summon's attacks and all." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "For BlackMoon\n \n Spoiler \nBoth creatures move east out of your line of sight since it is blocked by the rock pillar. You hear no shriek or sound of web shooting from the spider\n \n\n\nFor other refs and Lumi\n \n Spoiler \nThe spider moved to U18 and the wolf moved to U17\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 9 cont'd\n\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to M11. Cast Guidance\n\n\n\n Spider \n Wolf \nConjured Ice Beast:\nHP: 25\nAB:+3\nAC: 16\nMove: 50'\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\nDone\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 8/30 Spider 4/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/, Guidance 1/10\nCurrent Location: M11\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 10 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves R4\nStill invisible...\n \n\n\nYour turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: R4\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: 1/10 invisible, mage armor\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 10\n\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpider attempts to find Lumi by following the trail of movement. If no movement was evident it will continue in the circle moving north then west. If possible it will get right up next to him and shriek. If that is not possible it will attempt to web Lumi's square. If even that is not possible, it will line itself up and face Lumi's direction but remain silent.\n\nIce Beast disappears.\n\nBlackMoon's turn depends on results.\n\n\n\n\n Spider \n \n\n\nNot done. Need check.\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 9/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 2/10\nCurrent Location: M11\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "For Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nThe spider moves north to U7 befor moving into T6 and continues facing in the direction it was heading\n \n\n\nFor Lumi\n \n Spoiler \nThe spider moves north to U7 befor moving into T6\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 11 \n \n Spoiler \n Damn, when is this spider going to disappear?\n\nThe invisibility ends. If BlackMoon has LoS to R4 he can see Lumi for a moment.\n\nI think Lumi already has a alchemist fire on his hand, he will also draw a scroll of invisibility(move action) and cast from it (standard)\n caster level - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] vs DC 4\n\nThen he will take a 5 foot step to Q4\n\nEDIT: Lumi is invisible again\n \n\n\nNeed a LoS check, the it's your turn.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q4\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: mage armor\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 10 cont'd\n\nMorbius, you know there's still part of my turn left 😉 . Doubt it will change your actions but you never know.\n\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n5' step to M10. Begin casting Conjured Ice Beast II off of scroll.\n caster level check - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] DC4, 1 automatically fails.\n\n\n\n\n Spider \n \n\n\nNot sure if your turn still stands. Like I said probably does.\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 9/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 2/10\nCurrent Location: M10\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Well, that depends on what the spider and the ice cube will try to do now😦" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "As I'm not sure what you see, I can't say what they do openly it seems." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "To Bronz Only\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUnless that red circle thing in the middle of the lava is like a platform, isn't M10 in the lava?\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "@Stimpius\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat red circle is actually land, and perfectly fine as non-lava land goes 😉\n\nSo no, it's not in the lava.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nOkay then onto the actual Ref part. :)\n\nTo Bronz\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spider's move doesn't change in anyway shape or form.\n \n\n\nTo Morbius\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spiders move doesnt change in anyway shape or form.\n\nYou see nothing\nAnd hear super faint spellcasting from the south - assuming south = down.\n \n\n\nTo other refs\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFeel free to over rule i figured they had LoS well 1 way at least - because this is a gradual slop map - not a straight up 10ft blocking one.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Err, I think there is something wrong with what Stimpius says I see...\n\nDid you canceled your invisibility? 😦\n(Last time I checked I am the illusionist so I suppose that is the real you.)\n\n\nIf that was a mistake I think that I would pretty much listen to you casting a spell at least, so yes that would change my actions" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "No I haven't cancelled my invis ☹️\n\nI am casting a spell, and at last glance it was DC0 to hear that. If you have a listen check that beats that including distance (which shouldn't be that far) you obviously hear a spell being cast.\n\nGrr.\n\nLet me know when you're done with your round. And can you make it in a new post? That way we don't get things mixed up. Maybe strike out your old one." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "😦 Editied it in =[\n\nMy first mistake Gah, sorry. Lets ignore anything the idiot said there, hows that sound." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "It's all good. We all make them. Dealing with two invisible gladiators is rough, not to mention the pets and the like. It's pretty much why the rest of the refs ignored us and only Mavian has really said anything of import in this match." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nSo anyway back to the top Round 11 - Lumi.\n\nTo Lumi\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSeen as Invis is a 2nd level spell, doesn't it have a duration of 30 rounds? Not 10? Meaning you don't flicker back this round but in 20 rounds, because scrolls and potions go from the caster level needed to make them. Hence the caster check to use a scroll of invis.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by stimpius \n Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nSo anyway back to the top Round 11 - Lumi.\n\nTo Lumi\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSeen as Invis is a 2nd level spell, doesn't it have a duration of 30 rounds? Not 10? Meaning you don't flicker back this round but in 20 rounds, because scrolls and potions go from the caster level needed to make them. Hence the caster check to use a scroll of invis.\n \n \n \n\nActually I have the feat precocious apprentice, so I didn't used a scroll to cast the spell, and I asked the other refs and they said that thise one way that I used to cast higher level spells don't default to the minimun caster level like scrolls and potion ¬¬ so... this will happen...\n\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 11 redone \n\n(since you have LoS to me...)\n\nSuddenly a fire elf with a flask on is hands pops on R4. When he hears a spell being cast he says \"Not again...\" and double moves by R8-U8 and disappears behind the rock pillar\n \n Spoiler \n\ncontinues to move to X11 and finally Y11\n \n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Y11\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: mage armor\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 11\n\nWell, I hope this works.\n\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nBeginning of round: Conjured Ice Beast II finishes, creating a Conjured Ice Hippogriff in R7:S8. It will move to T7:U8, attempt to locate Lumi, and then move and engulf him (if he is located). If he cannot get to him in one move, it will attempt to move right up next to him. If slopes are gentle this shouldn't be an issue. It has 40' of movement left after gaining LoS to eastern portion of map. For the engulfing it will also try and get right up next to him.\n\nLumi is entitled to a DC 15 reflex save to avoid being engulfed. If he fails, he takes frost - (2d6)[ 6 ] damage and may begin to drown.\n\n\nSpider also disappears.\n\nBlackMoon: BlackMoon moves from M10 to N17. Then begin to cast Conjure Ice Beast I off of scroll.\n\n\n\nConjured Ice Hipporgriff Stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacks: 2 claws +6 (1d4+4 +1d6 frost), 1 bite +1 (1d8+2 +1d6frost)\nHP: 43\nAC: 17\nLarge Size, 10' reach\nSA: Engulf, DC 15 to resist. p. 140 frostburn\n \n\n \n\n\nYou'll probably see something but I think we need a ref's adjudication so we don't give anything away to each other.\n\n\nEdit: Forgot spoiler tag.\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 10/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 3/10, Conjured Ice Hippogriff 1/3\nCurrent Location: N17\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II, Conjure Ice Beast I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": "Hey, I've updated this match too. I've just been travelin so been a bit unreliable lately.\n\nAn Ice Hippogriff appears in R7->S8. It flies SE towards the eastern edge of the arena.\n\nLumi\n \n Spoiler \nThe Ice Hippogriff engulfs you. DC15 refelex save to avoid it. If you are engulfed you take 6 damage and might begin to drown. I don't have frostburn so you'll have to ask Bronz for specifics.\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Just a quick correction. The Ice Hippogriff does not fly. It may flap it's wings a bit but that's it.\n\nIce Beast's lose flight. But it still moves pretty quick." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ohh boy...\n reflex - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n\nEDIT: Woot, my turn?" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Yeah, your turn.\n\nI'm assuming by that role that the hippogriff reached you. It is large and has a 10' reach. No idea if it is right next to you or if it just barely reached you though." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "You mean that he has 10 feet space. His reach is only 5ft.\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 12 \n \n Spoiler \n\nBig mac forgot to mention where the hippogriff finished it's move.\n\nBut Lumi takes a 5 foot step away from the beast (probably towards Y12) draws a scroll of invisibility and from casts it\n\n[roll=caster level] 1d20+1[/roll]\n\nEDIT: Lumi is invisible again\n \n\n\nYour turn, if you had LoS to me you can read these spoilers\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Y12(probably)\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 1x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: mage armor\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n[roll=spot] 1d20+1[/roll]\n[roll=listen] 1d20+1[/roll]\n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "For he refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n caster level - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \nStupid space\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 12\n\nNice save. And good call on the reach.\n\n\n\n@Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Hippogriff will attempt to engulf again, if possible. If Lumi moved out of his threatened area, it will take it's AoO and then attempt to follow. If Lumi took a 5' step out of its threatened area, it will 5' step up and engulf.\n\nNote: The ice beast can engulf anything it threatens. I do believe that includes invisible creatures.\n\nOne of these two situations has to come up so I will roll for both\n\nif AoO:\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n dmg - (1d4+4)[ 8 ] \n\nif Engulf:\nLumi needs DC15 reflex save or take frost - (2d6)[ 3 ] damage and be pinned and may begin to drown. p. 140 frostburn\n\n\n\nBlackMoon: Beginning of turn: A conjured Ice Wolf appearsn in R17. It will head east and breathe cold in front of the Hippogriff if it can. Otherwise it moves to be adjacent to that square. Cone of cold is a 30' cone. If Lumi is caught in it, he needs a reflex save of 11 to take half of frost - (1d6)[ 3 ] .\n\nBlackmoon then double moves to X15\n\n\n\nConjured Ice Hippogriff Stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacks: 2 claws +6 (1d4+4 +1d6 frost), 1 bite +1 (1d8+2 +1d6frost)\nHP: 43\nAC: 17\nLarge Size, 5' reach\nSA: Engulf, DC 15 to resist. p. 140 frostburn\n \n\n \n\n\n\nWe obviously need a ref to adjudicate. My turn is over though but you'll probably want to wait for a ref.\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 11/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 4/10, Conjured Ice Hippogriff 2/3\nCurrent Location: X15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II, Conjure Ice Beast I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Just saying I'm still here. No refs want to come in I guess." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "So am I,¬¬ already asked like 3 times for someone to check this" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Well, I'm at the point where it just doesn't matter anymore.\n\nIf you want, feel free to check my spoiler. It essentially gives details on what I want to happen. Then you can let me know what happens. My location is also mentioned, but you should be able to deduce direction anyway so I'm not too worried about it.\n\nLet me know." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "OK, so I took a 5 foot step and I am invisible again, I am not sure if the Hippogriff may try to engulf what it does not see(probably yes) but I will worry about that if I can't make the reflex save\n\n reflex Hippogriff - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] vs DC 14\n\n reflex Hippogriff - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] vs DC 11" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Nice, you're 100% on a 50/50 chance to essentially live. Not sure I can win with those odds.\n\nAnd looks like you took 1 point of frost damage. The rolls just aren't going well for me right now." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "The Hippogriff's DC was supposed to be actually 15 but anyway yay😁 😁 😁 .\n\nLumi will move silently to\n \n Spoiler \n\nW20\n \n\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n\n\nWill add stats later" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 13\n\nWolfie disappears. The hippogriff will attempt to listen and then follow the sound and I guess try to engulf a square based on the listen check. It will move 30' in that direction unless the check determines otherwise.\n\n h. listen - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n\nBlackMoon\n \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] to try and gain where Lumi moved to. Move in that direction 50' and ready an action to cast command if LoE is gained.\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nConjured Ice Hippogriff Stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacks: 2 claws +6 (1d4+4 +1d6 frost), 1 bite +1 (1d8+2 +1d6frost)\nHP: 43\nAC: 17\nLarge Size, 5' reach\nSA: Engulf, DC 15 to resist. p. 140 frostburn\n \n\n\n[/spoiler]\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 11/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 4/10, Conjured Ice Hippogriff 2/3\nCurrent Location: X15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II, Conjure Ice Beast I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I am not sure where your hippogriff ends as he does not seems to be able to locate Lumi\n\nSo... are you out of summons yet? If you are this is my action for this round, and likely for quite a few rounds to come 😁\n Lumi 1st to act - round 14 \n\n\nLumi will\n \n Spoiler \n\nstand very still at W20 and wait for the ice thingie to disappear\n(Taking 1 on hide for a 49 result) :P\n \n\n\nYour turn, if you place your pet's listen and spot in the open I will tell you if you see anything.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: W20\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 1x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: mage armor\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n[roll=spot] 1d20+1[/roll]\n[roll=listen] 1d20+1[/roll]\n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 14\n\nHippogriff disappears. I may or may not be out of summons 😉\n\nI think it's fair to say neither one of us will give up the advantage of invis, so can we just fast forward? And when I say fast forward, I mean to the end of my invis with 0 assumed preparation beforehand. And then of course you can go, as I will have no way of locating you (I am definitely out of summon monsters)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 11/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 4/10, Conjured Ice Hippogriff 2/3\nCurrent Location: X15\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II, Conjure Ice Beast I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n \n[/QUOTE]" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Yes/No? Otherwise I'll just continue my move." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Yes/No? Otherwise I'll just continue my move. \n \n\nYes, yes and btw for the record once your invisibility ends Lumi will\n\n \n Spoiler \nlook for him around the arena going clockwise moving silently. Just to leave the direction that Lumi will come from\n \n\n\nPost what you want to do and be prepared...\n\nfor I have something ... special prepared for you (evil, evil smile)" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": " BlackMoon - second in round 14 cont'd\n\nBlackMoon appears in M10, with a scroll in hand, large shield on the other.\n\nBring on your cheesy 700gp pet 😉\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard: Full Defense\n \n\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\n BlackMoon \nHP: 9\nAC: 18\nCurrent Buffs: Invis 30/30 Spider 5/5 Conjure Ice Beast I 2/* , Guidance 10/10 , Conjured Ice Hippogriff 3/3 \nCurrent Location: M10\nScroll Used: Summon Monster I (X2 if possible), Summon Nature's Ally I, Conjured Ice Beast II, Conjure Ice Beast I\nTurn attempts used: 6/6\n\nSpells Memorized\n \n Spoiler \n\n 0-Level \nVirtue, Guidance , Guidance\n\n 1-Level \n Summon Monster I , Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I(D) \n \n\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Wow, I actually though that you could do that...\n\nThis leaves me with a few questions :\n\nRefs\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n1st. can I summon a 15 ft face monster squezzing on that little island in the middle of the lava and while BlackMoon is already there?\n\n2nd If I can't do that can I summon it in the air above BlackMoon and make it attempt to grab(grapple check) BlackMoon as it falls in the lava?\n\n3nd If I can't do that either can I summon it in the air above BlackMoon so that it can squish him?😁 😁\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n@Morbius \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD, Magic Overview, Schools of Magic, Conjuration: \n A creature or object brought into being or transported to your location by a conjuration spell cannot appear inside another creature or object, nor can it appear floating in an empty space. It must arrive in an open location on a surface capable of supporting it. The creature or object must appear within the spell’s range, but it does not have to remain within the range. \n \n\n1) No, Blackmoon is already there, violating the 'open location' clause.\n2) No, the lava isn't a surface capable of supporting it.\n3) No, for the same reason.\n\nThe instructions available to a summoned creature you can't communicate with are limited. I don't believe you can tell one to grapple, just 'attack.'\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Just to say that I am waiting for a resolution on a questin on the waiting room. i simply can't beleive that after running away the entire match from yout pets I won't be able to use mine." }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Check-in post myself. I'll repost request in Waiting Room." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "1 I am posting more actions that I would be able to do in one round (due to movement), but for convenience let's call this round 15.\n\nI realized I was being stupid, because if a human can climb a rope a centipede can climb a bridge, and if i am wrong this is simply a balance check instead and I may need to roll it later\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 15 \n\n\nLumi is still invisible and will\n \n Spoiler \n\nmove to N16 and use his amber amulet of the vermin\n \n\n\nA large centiped appears centered on N13 (L12/M14) latched on the bridge (you have got to love climb speed).\n\nLumi orders it to grab BlackMoon and bite him (grapple FTW)( if Maurkov is right and this is too complex this is instead just an attack roll, no grapple)\n\n touch attack - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] (4bab+3str-2size)\n grapple check - (1d20+15)[ 32 ] \n damage - (2d6+4)[ 12 ] +poison DC 14\n\n\n\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: W20\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 1x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: mage armor, invisibility 20/30 (probably)\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nCentipede stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 33\nSpeed: 40 ft. (8 squares), climb 40 ft.\nAC 16\nBase Attack/Grapple: +4/+15\nAttack: Bite +5 melee (2d6+4 plus poison)\nSpace/Reach: 15 ft./10 ft.\nFort +6, Ref +4, Will +2\n \n\n\nPS: This baby has reach, and is using it to get you😉" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Ok 3 concerns for me here:\n1. A 15' wide centipede is on a bridge 5' wide that has lava on either side AND can attack? I somehow can't grasp this concept. Might be possible, but not from my point of view (which is admittedly bias)\n\n2. A successful grapple does not deal damage in the regular sense. It deals non-lethal unarmed damage (which may still be enough to knock me unconscious, but it is not normal damage, and therefore not subject to a bite).\n\n3. As this centipede does not have improved grapple or grab, I get an AoO to make it so that it does not get to grapple me.\n\nIf necessary:\n aoo - (1d20)[ 5 ] \n dmg - (1d4)[ 3 ] \n\nBut I definitely want High Ref confirmation on this obviously." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "It should be either a climb check (auto sucess) or a balance check (for walking on a small surface,\n\nIf it is balance I am just not sure how many inches a feet has :P, I don't know much about your measure system but a medium creature may walk in a 12 inches wide surface with a DC10 balance check, so I guess a huge creature could walk on a perhaps 36 inches (or maybe more) surface with a DC 10 balance check?\n\nIf this guy can do it why not my centipede?\n \n(Ok, so it's not a centipede but it's close and it ilustrates my point)" }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " Ref Bigmac: \n\nA blance check is needed for the huge centipede to avoid contact with the lava. A scaling of surface width to size from the balance skill shows that a creature take takes up 5 feet needs to balance on any surface whose width is less than 1/5 of that. Thus, a creature that takes up 9 squares, or 45 feet, needs to balance on any surface less than 9 feet wide. Add in +2 for the bridge being sloped and the balance check should be DC12.\n\nAdditionally, the creature is considered flat footed and looses its Dex bonus to AC (if any).\n\nAs far as the grapple thing, after looking at the entry, it says that, \"Monstrous centipedes tend to attack anything that resembles food, biting with their jaws and injecting their poison.\" I would rule that the centipede would tend to try to attack with it's poisonous bite rather than trying to crush its food." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ok, let's see:\n centipede balance - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] (untrained, +2 dex) VS DC 12\n\nEDIT: And I think that's game😁" }, { "author": "Bronz", "message": "Indeed it is and now I have no counters. We have one more match but I think it will be a quick one." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "We do? Man... all this never ending chase again?" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nI take it that BlackMoon was killed? In that case,\n\n Lumi is the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: Deelar vs. Nirmian \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Deelar - emeraldstreak \n Nirmian - KCiemir \n All combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "I'll need some time to consider shopping.\n\n\nAlso, I'm away for the weekend." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nFor the records I just sent a message to KCiemir, but I am afraid this will be called before he posts here" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I am here, if it is too late, then I accept that, I've been unexpectedly busy. If it is not to late, init - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref Morbius \n\nAs emeraldstreak never asked to call the match move on." }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "I'm ready whenever, and because Emeraldstreak was kind enough not to ask for the match to be called, I would ask that no ref call this match unless he has not posted in it again by the 20th." }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "initiative (1d20+4)[ 11 ](15) \n\nAs always, I'm for using the rollv command line." }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "Deelar Turn 1\n\ndeclare Nirmian Dodge target\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStart with no chainshirt, holding nothing. Move halfspeed to J7 and hide (1d20+13)[ 2 ](15) (move) and spelllike Detect Magic (standard).\n " }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "your turn, if it weren't clear" }, { "author": "KCiemir", "message": "Thanks. I wasn't sure if you were waiting on a ref.\nPurchases \n Spoiler \ninvisibility potion\n \n\n\nAnyway, \n Spoiler \n\npuchases: scroll of invis\nactions: Start in O21 with scroll of invis in my hand.\nStandard: read scroll. CLcheck - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] DC 4\nMove: if successful move to P16\nIf not successful, move to R16\n \n\n\nDone, will edit in stats soon.\nEDIT 2: purchases spoiler. Sorry Morbius, I would have edited it in sooner, but I haven't been able to get on the forums for a few days with any reliability.\n\nEDIT:STATS \n Spoiler \n\nHP:4/4\nAC:15/15\nBuffs: INVISIBLE 1/30\nposition:P16\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Ref morbius \n\nKCiemir please list your purchases on a separated spoiler as they are not listed among your gear on your sheet" }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "Oh well\n\n\nDeelar round 2\n \n Spoiler \n\ndraw scroll of see invisibility and cast (1d20+1)[ 14 ](15) \n " }, { "author": "emeraldstreak", "message": "Also, your turn." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nSorry, KCiemir, but time is up.\n\n Deelar is the Winner! " } ]
[ { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Autun Harvest Festival, Village of Vale \n\nYou are all sitting around a table made of dark wood. There are benches of the same wood on either side. You reconize it as stained oak, probably made by Jaron Ironfounderson, the Garrock council member. On one side of the bench are Alea and Altoma, and on the other side are Lamagra and Zanetus. The sky is dark, but the stars are not yet out. The table is situated a little off from all the other tables, but still in the large field. Most of the celebrations took place before the meal. Each of you have a trucheon (a thick peice of bread used as a plate) and wooden utensils in from of you, except for Zanetus, who has a metal knife. In the middle of the table are several dishes: roasted potatoes, salads, pork, and apples.\n Alea \nAlea is a short Valeyan woman, about 20 years old. She wears the normal tunic and skirt of a field worker. Her face is cheery and she has blonde hair and blue eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI would like you all to use this time to introduce your character, give a visual descrpition, and roleplay a bit (yes, you do have to do this). I will move once everybody is ready. Also, roll a spot check. I will PM you what you see if you succeed.\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus sits and eats slowly, saying nothing. * He recognises the fellow Regulean as Alea's friend, but does not attempt to start a conversation. ^ Where is the fellow who should fill the last chair? Ahh well, all in good time. + \n * He wonders why Alea called him here, but trusts her to reveal it in when the time comes. Perhaps she is waiting for that last chair to be filled.\n ^ He has nothing against this fellow, but will wait for him to start any discussion that goes on. Small talk is a pointless waste of breath. \n + A voice at the back of his mind tells him there is no time, things must start happening now , but he ignores it. Perhaps more time away from town would help him calm down. " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "My character is a 6 foot tall, remarkably skinny, semi-attractive Regulea with green eyes, raven coloured hair, and who is currently eating some pork.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " Altoma \n\nAltoma sits down at the table, waving around a brand new shield excitedly, just having bought it from Jaron Ironfounderson. He's been saving his money up for it for a long time, as Alea and Lamagra should both well know. He is of average hieght and build for a 16-year-old male Valeyan, with brown eyes and brown hair.\n\n \"This is the most awesome shield EVER! It's got great balance, it's totally shiny, it's really really sturdy, I bet you could throw rocks at it all day and it wouldn't--\n\nOh, hi Alea. Lamagra.\n\nIt wouldn't dent or anything. And check out the colour! It's pretty dark so I bet I could hide in the bushes and it wouldn't show! Where's Mom and Dad? I wanna...\n\nUh.... who the heck are you? \n\nAltoma looks at Zanetus blankly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI ma have gonna put my spot roll in the OOC thread, mostly because I d on't idn't know what my spot modifier i was and I c an't ouldn't check my character sheet now then. I' ll ve also edit ed this later to put in my character's physical apperance, also because I d on't idn't know what it i was and c an't ouldn't check my character sheet 😛\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " I was just going to ask the same question. \n\nLamagra looks at Zanetus with something between contempt and disregard." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus stands and bows to the new arival, awaiting him to take his seat before siting down himself. Ah, Altoma. Pleased to meet you. Lamagra, if you wished to ask me the same question, why not when we first sat down? A touch of humour colours his voice, and one corner of his thin-lipped mouth tips up. I'm Zanetus, although you may have heard of me as the forester. I spend most of my time out in the wilderness, you see. Unless you have things you would like to talk about, I suggest you get down to eating so Alea can explain why we are here. It will get me out of your hair quicker, which I'm sure will be a great comfort to our friend here. Zanetus gestures to the L lama gra ss \nNote: Zanetus is looking at Altoma, largely ignoreing the more rude of his two companions." }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Intrigued by this new arrvial, Altoma's thoughts drift away from his new shield and towards how this newcomer knows his dear sister.\n\n So Alea called you here, too? How the heck do you know her? You guys can't be very close, I've never seen you guys hang out before.\" \n\nAltoma's eyes narrow in suspiscion. It would be very bad for this \"forester\" if he did anything to hurt Alea, he thinks to himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRetroactive converstations!? AHHH! You... you put that text in.. after we spoke... but... it-it came before we spoke.... AIEEEE!!! head a-splodes\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " With all due respect, Mr. Zanetus, are you blind? Not only am I quite happily placed at the table, I have since sitting down eaten 3 porkloin steaks. \n \n Spoiler \n It's not your colour if I got it first, FOOL!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Alea \n I haven't called anyone here. Zanetus is here because there wasn't anywhere else to sit. This is the Harvest Festival, stop being so suspicious!\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma grumbles.\n\n \"Still doesn't explain how you know him...\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Alea \n \"I buy furs from him when he brings them into town.\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " Ah, so he's nothing more than a vendor to you. I see, I see. \n\nAltoma finally gets to eating; he picks two juicy-looking apples and a rather large slab of pork. He takes a few bites out of the apples, but concentrates on garnishing his pork, cutting pieces off, and eating them carefully. He did his best to eat politely whenever Alea was around..." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, having returned to his seat, stoically ignores the rudeness of these people. Valyans. They just don't get it. This Regulean, however, should have at least a shred of civility. \n Vague memories of kind vilages, full of polite and loving people, tug at the back of his mind. Those must have been dreams. \n \n Spoiler \nNo, no this is my colour. If I were to do your post, for example, I would say Good apples, compliments to balh blah blah. \n Hmmm... what would you call someone who grows apples? \n\nAlso, from now on, my speech will be in \"quotation marks\"\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma continues to eat.\n\n \"Mmmm... best apples I've ever eaten. My compliments to the... er, grower. I guess.\" \n\nAltoma contemplates the exact title of a person who grows apples...\n\n \n Spoiler \nUm, aren't you a human too, Aramil? I thought we were all just different tribes of humans. If it was a mistake, I'll ignore it. If not, it's in your color, so you must have said it, so my character's gonna have to respond. Bwa-ha-ha! 😛\n\nEdit: Um... I'd like to make a mind-read check then.\n\nEdit edit: I am pleased. My nonexistant wrath shall nonexistantly subside for now. 🙂\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Orchard Keeper. Trust me, I know a lot of them. \n Lamagra contemplates the exact extent of Alea and Zantenus' relationship. " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Ah. That makes sense.\" \n\nAltoma munches on his heavily-salted pork.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady to move on!!! 😁\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus nods to the wisdom of this statement, but says nothing. He waits for something more interesting to pop up." }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Just as he bites into his second apple, Altoma suddenly comes to a revelation.\n\n \"Waid uh midut! You're da...\" \n\nAltoma stops talking long enough to swallow.\n\n \"You're the FORESTER? The guy who always comes into town and gives Alea your best meat and skins? Aw, man, I KNEW there was something familiar about you. I only remember because I heard you really lik-- er...\" \n\nAltoma decides that may not be the most polite thing to say in front of Alea, shuts up and continues quietly chewing on his apple.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHappy!? 😛\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Excuse me? Altoma could you please state the end of that sentence to me alone. \n \n Spoiler \nUse that private message blah blah blah if you want to tell me.\n \n\n\nedit: \n Spoiler \nReady to move on😉\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma panics at Lamagra's interrogation and says out loud:\n\n I, uh, I... I was going to say that... uh... he, uh, really likes, er... er, her, her, her brother! Yeah, that's it. That's what I heard. One of my friends -- can't remember which one -- said you really like her brother. Yeah, I'm her brother. Hi. So, uh... I heard from someone that yoooou really like me! I don't know about the truth of this statement, I'm just, uh, saying what people have told me, and uh, you know, uh... that's... that's it. \n\nAltoma goes back to eating his apple, suddenly wishing he had stayed home that day.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Just realized I switched from saying \"he\" to \"you\" halfway through: Just so you know, in person it's clear that I'm always talking about \"What's-his-forest,\" even if it doesn't translate well to text 😉\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Lamagra visibly relaxes and chuckles to himself. \n \n Spoiler \n He find Altoma's sense of humor amusing for the first time. Nice save Linker!\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus looks confused by this outburst, but decides that things could be worse, and he would probably not fix anything were he to open his mouth.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAwesome. Pure awesome.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma coughs.\n\n (This is the akwardest silence EVER.) \n \n Spoiler \nReady to move on now! Please!?\n\nThings in brackets are what I'm thinking, btw.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Harvest Festival \n\nThe rest of the Dinner proceeds uneventfully. You all go to bed full and reasonably content.\n\n THE END " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "[ooc]Rigel is at my house and he says that it's not really the end, he's just thinking up more stuff.[/ooc]\n\n Once again Lamagra's dreams are plauged with frightening visions. He sleeps, but poorly. " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "[ooc] What the hell? Is everyone killed in their sleep??? POST! [/ooc]\n\n As Lamagra slips in and out of sleep, he sees a dark figure looming over him, as he sits up the figure is gone. Is it a dream of his sister? Maybe, but wasn't that window closed earlier? \n \n Spoiler \n Ba ba baaaaaaaaa. Sorry if I'm on your turf Rigel.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma dreams of cheese.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWe can't really do anything until Rigel posts. Let's just wait for him, mmkay? :P\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Village of Vale, The Day of Games \n\nToday is the Day of Games. This day always comes right after the harvest festival. Apptly named, this day is spent in freindly competition. The games include:\n\nThe Sprint\nThe Marathon\nBoasting, Belittling, and Belabouring (judged by the town council)\nBringball (sorta like rugby with 3 people on a team)\nThe Scavenger Hunt\nWrestling\nBoxing\nThe Battle (A combat with wooden swords)\nChess (Exactly the same as we play it)\n\nThe first event is the sprint. Participants will run across 1 field. (aprox 250ft)\nThe field for the sprint is surrounded by cheering spectators. You all notice Alea in the crowd. Lined up along the start line are 3 people already ready to participate. You reconize two of them: Council Member Fharad Delah, a tall (about 6'6) Regulea with dark blonde hair; and William Wonsound, the thrillseeking son of Varrock Wonsound (the Valeyan council member). The other one is a short Valeyan, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a round face. He is jogging on the spot and doing streches. Mayor Justicar Gardus stands slightly to the side, holding a green flag, which is currently down. The flag ripples in the wind.\n \n Spoiler \nMore info on the NPCs mentioned in the OOC thread, I put all the NPC posts into one and moved it to the last page.\nFor those who wish to participate: Initiative is really the determining factor here. Run actions are allowed, but unless your base speed is 65ft or higher, it will take you two rounds, so basically it's whoever gets to move first wins.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Woah woah woah! You guys aren't seriously thinking about starting without me, are you!?\" \n\nAltoma runs excitedly up to the starting line and turns to William.\n\n \"Hey, would you mind getting me some water? It'd be a better use of your time than trying to win.\" \n (Heh heh... burn.) \n \n Spoiler \nI don't know about how to enter (sign ups and what-not) but my character should, so let's say he did and I'm here.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " William Wonsound \n\nGrinning, William picks up a jar of water that he had beside him.\n \"Drink up Altoma. You'll need it.\" \n \n Spoiler \nThere are no special requirements to enter, but most people prefer to watch.\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Lamagra slowly looks around for either a line up for Bringball, or anyone suspicious. \n \n Spoiler \nIf spot needed 1d20+3\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma looks at William with squinting eyes and a smiling... uh, smile.\n\n \"What, were you just waiting for me to say that?\" \n\nAltoma just shrugs and takes a generous swig of water, then puts it down where it was before. He then re-assumes his position at the starting line.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJust realized nothing happened with the spot check we made at the harvest festival. 😦\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus stands on the sidelines, waiting for the race to start.\n\n Well, why not? \nHe slips in at the end of the line, trying not to attract too much attention. His dagger is wrapped up in his tattered deer-skin coat and laid gently to the side." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Day of Games \n\nThe man you don't recognize comes over to Altoma. \"Hi. I'm Rhuny. Nice to meet you.\" \nWilliam says: \"Rhuny was the sprint champion last year.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Lamagra slowly looks around for either a line up for Bringball, or anyone suspicious. \n\nBringball will start after the sprint, the marathon, and boasting.\n\n Just realized nothing happened with the spot check we made at the harvest festival. \n\nI sent a PM to the people that passed the spot check. Ask Nathan what it was.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma sizes Rhuny up, smiles, and shakes his hand (or offers to.)\n\n \"Last year's champion, eh? So how do you feel about your loss this year?\"\n\n\"Oh, right, it hasn't happened yet... sorry, such obvious events sometimes jump ahead in my mind. You know.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm allowed to ask Nathan what the spot check was!? Cool.\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra, hearing Altoma's comment out of the corner of his ear, looks to see Rhuny's reaction.\n\n[spoiler] And possibly to break up a fight depending on Rhuny's vanity level." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus glances over at the conversation going on between this man and Altoma. That kid. He's some eager. Zanetus looks around for the girl, but sees no-one. Well in that case, I'll just have to beat him. No need to boost his ego, hes got plenty. \n \n Spoiler \nBy the way, that's \"the girl he's trying to impress\". Not Alea.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Rhuny \n \"Huh. I heard you were stupid. Now I know.\"😩 " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma smirks.\n\n \"We'll see who's stupid after I cross the finish line first, eh?\" \n \n Spoiler \n I was wondering if you could add his facial expression in, Rigel? So I know if he's actually offended or just goofing around.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Rhuny \n \"I see no connection between intelligence and speed.\"😩 " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Yes... well... there is between intelligence and ability to predict the winner!\" \n (Ok, that was a stretch...) \n \"F'crying out loud, are they planning on starting anytime soon? I'm dying to hit that finish line!\" \n \n Spoiler \nFacial expression? I need to know whether he's goofing around or really starting to hate me!\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Lamagra, no longer worried about anything larger than a battle of wits, (which Altoma is losing,) turns once more to see if anyone suspicious is lurking around. \n \n Spoiler \n [roll]1d20+3[/roll] (spot)\n\nGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ 😡\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Mayor Justicar Gardus \n\nThe mayor steps up to the line and speaks in a commanding voice:\n \"Is everyone who wishes to participate in the sprint ready?\" 🤨\n \n Spoiler \nThe smilies are his facial expression\nThe forum roller died last night. I'm checking whether it's back: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] Hooray workedness!\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nBlackdeath, please delete the below post, due to pointlessness. And the next one. Delete. not just edit. Thank you.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Sprint \n\nIn response to the the question by the Mayor, the crowd yells: \"Start the Sprint!\" \n\nThe mayor nods, and raises the flag.\n \"On your Mark!\" \n \"Set Yourself!\" \n \"GO!\" \n \n Spoiler \nroll initiative!\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma takes off at top speed!\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n\nEdit: Ah, crap.\n\nRigel, could you make sure to describe the status of the race in the middle, as opposed to just seeing who has the best initiative and declaring the winner in one post? Thanks 😉\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamaga strolls over to the finish line to see who wins.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince he was wandering, he was probably close to it. 😁 😉 🫤 🙂 😏 😡 😳 😩 😡 ☹️ 😦 😎 🤢 🤨 😛\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, previously crouching in standard position, Where tan = 2.35784203, give answer in radians is already sprinting down the track at an impressive acceleration by the time Altoma begins to apply force to the ground.\n \n Spoiler \n Yes, I just wrote a physics test, and a math test.\n (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Sprint \nAs the flag moved downwards, Rhuny and Zanetus were already moving, with Altoma and Fharad not far behind. William, taken by suprise at the event's start, droped his the jar of water he was drinking from, spilling some on himself as he took off.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Where tan = 2.35784203, give answer in radians \n\nThe answer is 1.1697, and 4.3113\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma quickly assesses the situation: he's not doin' very well.\n\n \"I, uh, OW! Stone in my shoe, stone in my shoe!\" \n\nAltoma makes no effort to pretend there actually is a stone in his shoe slowing him down, but he doesn't think the other racers would be watching him anyhow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssesses? That word doesn't look right. Maybe I have a few too many \"S\"es in there. 😦\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus runs straight ahead, not looking to either side. If I'm winning, good for me. If not, gawking at the others won't help much. Focus. \n \n Spoiler \nIsn't standard position only the first quadrant? If not, aw crap. I loose. If so... Ha!\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma starts saying \"Ow!\" with every step.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Bluffing! \n\nBlathering!\n\n (d20-1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "The competitors flew down the field, ignoring Altoma's childish attemp to sabatoge them. In less than 10 seconds had crossed the field. Rhuny and Zanetus crossed the line together, followed by Altoma, Fharad, and after a few more seconds, William.\n\nRhuny turns to Zanetus and says \"Who won?\" , with a puzzeled expression on his face.\n\nWilliam walks around in circles, and then he swears loudly.\n\nMayor Gardus steps up and says \"I believe we have a draw. \" \nAnd then, turning to Altoma, and speaking in a much more stern tone of voice: \" \"And a disqualification.\" \n \n Spoiler \nYou're still playing like a rogue, Zach.\nrolling for Zanetus (his 5% chance of believing Altoma) (1d100)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"What!? Why!? What did I do!?\" \n \n Spoiler \nAM NOT! (see OOC)\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Mayor Justicar Gardus \n\nKeeping his stern demeanor, the Mayor says: \"You claimed you had a stone in your shoe, when you obviously did not, in an underhanded attempt to trick the other players, or the crowd, or both. In any case, you are disqualified unless you can prove you really had a stone in your shoe. Take them off, and turn them over.\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma hesitates and looks around. He leans in close to the mayor and starts talking quietly, avoiding the prying ears of the fellow racers and crowd. And Lamagra.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIma gonna PM you what I said, the others can make listen checks if they want to 😁\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, breathing heavily, turns to face Rhuny.\n \"Well, I think it's only fair to give you the prize. After all, you did finish first, didn't you?\" \nHe looks over to Lamagra.\n \"You were watching, right?\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma ends his conversation with the Mayor, relieved but embarrassed. He heads over to Rhuny and Zanetus\n\n \"Hey, Rhuny. Listen, I'm really sorry about the cracks I made at the beginning of the race. I guess I was just caught up in the competition... I feel bad that we got off on the wrong foot..\" \n\nAltoma smiles.\n\n \"Congratulations on winning. Sort of. You too, Zanetus. You both deserved it.\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Rhuny \n\nRhuny is smiling and obviously happy. In a much more amiable tone then before, he says (to Zanetus): \"Indeed not, I believe it was a draw! In any case, it is the Mayor's decision.\" \n(to Altoma) \"Thank you for apologizing. I understand that competition can make people more antagonistic. I'm sorry for your disqualification, but I look forward to competing against you again.\" \n Mayor Justicar Gardus \n\nThe Mayor stands straight and tall just beyond the finish line and yells to the crowd. \"The placings are:\" \n \"3rd place: William Wonsound!\" William looks at Altoma and says: \"You should have won, even if you did cheat.\" \n\n\"2nd place: Fharad Delah!\" At this there is much cheering from the Regulea. Fharad takes a bow.\n\n \"1st place: A tie between Rhuny Mordian, and Zanetus!\" The entire crowd cheers wildly at this.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNathan, does your character have a last name? If so, could you mention it on the OOC thread please? I'll edit it in.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma cheers and applauds for the winners, then heads towards where he saw Alea in the crowd. He finds a space beside her and stands there, still with a moderately happy expression." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus makes a bow to the cheering crowd, proud of his effort but slightly embarrassed by this turn of events. The center of attention is not really what he's used to. At all. Someone tosses him his cloak, which he drapes over his arm, thanking the man for his kindness. 😳\n\nZ. Fibonacci is pretty sure he never told anyone his last name." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Day of Games \n\nMayor Gardus drapes a scarf, knitted to look like the branches and leaves of some tree you don't recognize over Zanetus. The scarf is something you recognize however. It is called a laurel, and one is given to each winner of each event each year.\n \"I'm sorry Rhuny, but I have only one laurel for this event and you already have one from last year.\" says the Mayor. Rhuny nods amiably.\n\nThen, he presents Fharad with a stone engraved with the number 2, and one engraved with the number 3 to William. These stones are also a traditional prize, and they are called, simply, the 2nd and 3rd stones.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge: Nature to recognize the tree on the scarf.\nNote: To these people, something useful (such as a scarf) is much, much, more valuble than something essentially useless (the stones). That's why first place gets a scarf, and second and third get stones.\nPlease note in a spoiler box or on the OOC thread when you are ready to move on to the next event.\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra strolls over and congradulates everyone.\n\n Good job Zanetus. Well done William. Well done Fharad. Nice try Altoma. Etc... \n \n Spoiler \n Ready to move on\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus accepts the laurels, thanks the mayor, and turns to Rhuny. \"Are you OK with that? I guess I could go win another at the next event, if you'd like. After all, it was a tie.\" \nZanetus smiles as Lamagra congratulates him, looks back to hear Rhuny's response before scanning the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWow, I never thought I'd get to USE this skill. (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \nOh, and we can move on at any time.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Rhuny \n\nRhuny shrugs and says: \"Like the mayor said, I've got one from last year. And I may yet win another today.\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma looks upon the conversation Aramil and Rhuny.\n\n (Wow, they are such selfless people, the two of them.) \n \n Spoiler \nReady to move on!\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus smiles graciously at this. I wouldn't be surprised, considering how you did here. I look forward to competing with you, should your skill again be pitted against mine. " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Marathon \n\nThe whole crowd moves with to the site of the marathon. This race is much longer and is generally considered more important in the view of the town. Contestants will run around all the fields of the town. (about 8000ft)\nThe crowd once again gathers around the start/finish line. Rhuny and William both walk up to the start line, ready to try something else. Also joining them are 2 others: Garrock Council member Jaron Ironfounderson, who is four and a half feet tall, tanned, and has brown hair and eyes, and Nhola Undharhog, the 6 foot tall, blonde, and blue eyed Regulea singer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis event will be done a little differently. It will be run almost like a combat, with people taking their actions in initiative order, but each round is a minute. When we get down to the last five rounds or so, we'll go round by round. Most of this race will involve double move actions, rather than run actions. You can run for a number of rounds equal to your constitution for free. After that, you have to take a con check each round, with the DC = 10, +1 per check you took before. If you fail a check, you have to take only single move actions for one minute, and then you can start taking checks again, at the same DC.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma just remains in the crowd with his sister. He's much too embarassed to try another competition just yet." }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra, after leaving his backpack with Alea and Altoma, strolls up to the starting line and settles into a crouch, avoiding conversation with the other racers. He maintains a look of cool calmness aqnd utter confidence." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus looks around at the enthusiastic crowd. Well, the last one worked out well. Might as well at least give it a try. He moves to the edge of the surrounding group, and deposits his cloak, dagger and newly-won laurels under a tree some 100ft away. He then returns and shoulders his way over to Rhuny.\n \"Looks like we'll go at it again, shall we? Not that I was ever much good at these... \" \n \n Spoiler \nIn a minute, the cloak etc. will have disappeared, carried away by Lkab.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Mayor Justicar Gardus \n\nHaving arrived from the site of the sprint, the Mayor asks: \"Is everyone who wishes to participate in the Marathon ready?\" \nThe crowd answers: \"Yes!\" \nThe Mayor yells: \"On your mark!\" \n \"Set Yourself!\"\n\"Go!\" \nThe green flag goes down, flapping wildly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBelow is an example of how I want the runners posts to look.\n \n\n Rhuny \n\nRhuny Bounds forward, pushing off and sprinting forward for a short time. He then slows down a bit and starts to pace himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Rounds Running this Minute: 5\n Rounds Double Moving this Minute: 5\n Rounds of Free Running Left: 6\n Total Distance Covered this Minute: 1050ft\n Total Distance Covered so far: 1050ft\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n(Any constitution checks required)\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus springs off the starting line, quickly settling down into a comfortable pattern. He is unworried by the seeming advantage Rhuny has over him,despite the huge gap between them.\n \n Spoiler \n Run: 3 (360)\n Dbl Mv: 7 (420)\n Runs left: 7\n This Round: 780\n Total: 780\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra stubles slitghly but regains his balance and runs at top speed to make up for lost distance. Once past Zanetus however, he settles to a slower pace to conserve energy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRun: 5 (600)\nDbl Mv: 5 (300)\nRuns left: 7\nThis round: 900\nTotal: 900\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma joins in the cheering for the racers.\n\n \"Woo! Go Lamagra! Yay Rhuny! GO GO GO!\" \n\nAltoma turns to his sister.\n\n \"Heh... who do you think's going to win? Looks like Rhuny has a big lead.\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Jaron Ironfounderson \n\nJaron settles into a constant pace, confident in his running ability.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFrom now on, I'm only including distance covered for the NPCs.\n Distance covered this round: 400ft\n Total Distance: 400ft\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Nhola \n\nNhola runs at an easy pace, unconcerned about the other's lead.\n \n Spoiler \n\n Distance Covered: 600ft\n Total Distance: 600ft\nSorry, I completely forgot this (can everybody please roll)\n initiative: 22\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rhuny's Initiative is: 7\n Jaron's Initiative is: 1\n \n\n William \n\nWilliam gets off to a much better start this time, giving it his all.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative: 18\n Distance Covered: 1200ft\n Total Distance: 1200ft\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nEverone may now post their second minute of the race, please include an initiative roll.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Alea \n\n(To Altoma)\n \"Hey, look! William just pulled ahead! Looks like he's really working.\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Holy cow! That explains why he was so upset after the sprint; he really has it in him to win a race, he just royally messed up.\" " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "In the second minute Lamagra realizes that a strong lead might win the day, and give his best to pull ahead.\n \n Spoiler \n Runs: 5 (600)\nDbl Mv: 5 (300)\nRuns left: 2\nDistance covered: 900\nTotal distance: 1800\nInit: 5 (Damn)\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Zanetus \n\nZanetus keeps a sustainable pace, knowing the time for pushing himself is not now.\n \n Spoiler \n\n Round 2 \n Run Actions Used: 0\n Run's left: 7\n Distance: 600ft\n Total Distance: 1380ft\n Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Initiative Order \n\nNhola: 22 (1200ft) 5th\nWilliam: 18 (1800ft) Tied for 1st\nZanetus: 14 (1380ft) 4rd\nRhuny: 7 (1740ft) 3nd\nLamagra: 5 (1800ft) Tied for 1st\nJaron: 1 (880ft) 6th\n\n Nhola \nNhola continues her relaxed pace.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDistance this round: 600ft\nTotal Distance: 1200ft\n \n\n William \nWilliam starts to burn out a bit after his headlong sprint. His pace slows considerably.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDistance this round: 600ft\nTotal Distance: 1800ft\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny takes a slower, more sustainable pace.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDistance this round: 690ft\nTotal Distance: 1740ft\n \n\n Jaron \nJaron starts increasing his speed.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDistance this round: 480ft\nTotal Distance: 880ft\n \n\n\nRound three has started. Please post." }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra holds a steady pace to conserve as much energy as possible.\n \n Spoiler \nRound 3\nRuns: 0\nRuns left: 2\nDistance travelled: 600\nTotal distance: 2400\nInit: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n \n\n\nEdit: Darn, dang, phooey, rats, shoot, fudge, and cupcakes!" }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Init: (1d20+3) [23] \n\nYour initiative is still five. You don't get to reroll it each round. And the 20 = 30, 1 = -10 rule doesn't count for initiative.\nBy the way, you don't have to wait untill your initiative order to post, I'll put things in order when I post all the NPCs actions.\n \n\n\nEDIT: Blarrgh." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Zanetus \n\n(Sorry Nathan, you need to post more often.)\n\n \n Spoiler \n Round 2\n Run Actions Used: 0\n Run's left: 7\n Distance: 600ft\n Total Distance: 1980ft\n Initiative: 7\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Initiative Order \n\nNhola: 22 (1800ft) 5th\nWilliam: 18 (2400ft) Tied for 1st\nZanetus: 14 (1980ft) 4rd\nRhuny: 7 (2340ft) 3nd\nLamagra: 5 (2400ft) Tied for 1st\nJaron: 1 (1440ft) 6th\n\n Nhola \nNhola continues her relaxed pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 600ft\n Total Distance: 1800ft\n \n\n William \nWilliam keeps a steady pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 600ft\n Total Distance : 2400ft\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny continues his sustainable pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round : 600ft\n Total Distance: 2340ft\n \n\n Jaron \nJaron continues increasing his speed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 520ft\n Total Distance: 1480ft\n \n\n\nThe next seven minutes will be done in one round. (ie. you have 70 rounds of running/double moving to do in one post.)" }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra, getting worried by Williams effortless match of his pace, gives slightly more than he probably should have.\n \n Spoiler \nRound 4-10\nruns: 3\nruns left: 0\ndbmv:7\ndistance:4380\ntotal distance:6720 ft.\ninit: 5\ncon check = (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus is getting bored of the race.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nround 4-10\ndbl-mvs: 68\nrns: 2\nrns lft: 5\ndist: 4320\nttl: 6300\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "In order to save his god time, Zanetus contunues running.\n \n Spoiler \ndbl-mvs: 6\nrns: 4\nrns lft: 1\ndst: 840\nttl: 7140\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Initiative Order \n\nNhola: 22 (6000ft) 5th\nWilliam: 18 (6600ft) 2nd\nZanetus: 14 (6300ft) 4th\nRhuny: 7 (6540ft) 3rd\nLamagra: 5 (6720ft) 1st\nJaron: 1 (4280ft) 6th\n\n Nhola \nNhola continues her relaxed pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 4200ft\n Total Distance: 6000ft\n \n\n William \nWilliam keeps a steady pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 4200ft\n Total Distance : 6600ft\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny continues his sustainable pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round : 4200ft\n Total Distance: 6540ft\n \n\n Jaron \nJaron relaxes his pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 2800ft\n Total Distance: 4280ft\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra, after a brief system crash, relaxes his pace, not wanting to push himself too far.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ndbl mv: 10\nruns: 0\nruns left: -1\ndistance: 600 ft.\ntotal distance: 7320ft\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Initiative Order \n\nNhola: 22 (7200ft) 3rd\nWilliam: 18 (7320ft) tied for 2nd\nZanetus: 14 (7140ft) 4th\nRhuny: 7 (7410ft) 1st\nLamagra: 5 (7320ft) tied for 2nd\nJaron: 1 (5080ft) 5th\n\n Nhola \nNhola puts on an amazing burst of speed, sprinting towards the finish.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 1200ft\n Total Distance: 7200ft\n \n\n William \nWilliam increases his pace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 720ft\n Total Distance : 7320ft\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny hurtles down the track, attempting to finish the race quickly, but just can't quite keep it up. He starts to burn out slightly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round : 870ft\n Total Distance: 7410ft\n \n\n Jaron \nJaron also begins sprinting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 800ft\n Total Distance: 5080ft\n \n\n\nYou may now post. If you cross the finish line, please note which round it happens in (ie. If you are 500ft from the line, and you do all double moves, you cross the line in round 9)" }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus rushes to the finish line at full speed.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nCon, DC10 (1d20)[ 17 ] \nCon, DC11 (1d20)[ 18 ] \ndistance: 780\ntotal: 7920\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra runs like frell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ndblmv: 8\nruns: 2\ndistance: 720\ntotal distance: 8040\ncons checks: DC 11 (1d20+1)[ 18 ] DC 12 (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Initiative Order \n\nNhola: 22 (7800ft) 4th\nWilliam: 18 (7860ft) 3rd\nZanetus: 14 (7920ft) 2nd\nRhuny: 7 (7710ft) 5th\nLamagra: 5 (Finished!) Finished 1st!\nJaron: 1 (5880ft) 6th\n\n Nhola \nNhola continues toward the finish line, not willing to push to far.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 600ft\n Total Distance: 7800ft\n \n\n William \nWilliam forces himself to go farther in effort to catch Lamagra, but just can't do it. He stumbles and slows down.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 540ft\ncon (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \ncon (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n Total Distance : 7860ft\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny starts to falter, and almost falls. You can tell he is struggling to continue moving.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round : 300ft\n Total Distance: 7710ft\n \n\n Jaron \nJaron continues to sprint.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Distance this round: 800ft\n Total Distance: 5880ft\n \n\n\nIf you cross the finish line, please note which round it happens in (ie. If you are 500ft from the line, and you do all double moves, you cross the line in round 9)" }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Marathon \n\nThe runners have come full circle, around the whole town, and back into view of the crowd. Everyone cheers on their favorite. Lamagra can see Alea cheering for him, as he and William, neck and neck, dash for the finish line. Finally, William falters, and Lamagra pulls ahead. He crosses the line, first and triumphant! The other runners are only seconds behind however, and second place is still up for grabs!\n\n \n Spoiler \nBy the way, congrats D'Arcy. You have just the right combination of insane risk taking and pure dumb luck for this 😁\n(not to mention running like frell 😛 )\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma is swept up in the excitement and succumbs to mob mentality, cheering for the winner (regardless of who it is) like a 12-year-old girl.\n \n\"Woo Lamagra! Awesome! You rock! WOOOOOO!\" " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, seeing Lamagra cross ahead of him, puts on all the steam he has left, managing the cross the finish line in round 1 .\n Bah. No cheers. We'll work on that, shall we? \n \n Spoiler \n\nDC 13\n(1d20)[ 14 ]\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra cheers for the rest of the racers as the cross the finish line, while at the same time jogging off the burn from all that running." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus stretches his legs, hoping to avoid any cramps. Meanwhile, he adds his voice to those cheering for Rhuny.\n\n \"Come on Rhuny, you can do it! Almost there, c'mon!\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Nhola \nNhola crosses the finish line...\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn round 4\n \n\n William \nWilliam just can't get his wind back, but he does cross the finish line, and then collapses.\n\n \n Spoiler \nround 5\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny seems to get his second wind, and throws himself forward, speeding ahead to cross the finish line.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn round 2\n \n\n The order is: 1. Lamagra\n2. Zanetus\n3. Rhuny\n4. Nhola\n5. William\n6. Jaron " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra congradulates the other runners on a good race." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " Congratulations, Lamagra. Too bad about that back there, William, you looked like you had it. And so on down the line.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady to move on at any point!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Day of Games \n\nOkay, moving on. (Sorry about the delay, I've been a bit preoccupied with exams)\n\nLamagra is presented the Laurel by Mayor Gardus, with much cheering and congratulations.\n\nZanetus is given the second stone, with a commedation from the mayor on placing so well in both running events as a newcomer.\n\nRhuny is given the third stone. He seems slightly dissapointed.\n\nOn to the next event! (I think Zach will enjoy this one)\n Boasting, Belittling, and Belabouring \n \n Spoiler \nThis game is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. You get to make two boasts, two Belittlements, and two Belabours. Boasts require a bluff check and increase your score. Belittlements require an intimidate check and reduce others scores. They are targeted at one person. Belabours both increase your score and decrease someone else's, and require a diplomacy check.\nAdding the actual boast/belittlement/belabour to your post will give you a bonus on your check, of at least +2, and more if the boast/belittlement/belabour is really good.\nExamples:\nA boast: I've been hit by lightining before. TEN TIMES and I survived all of em!\n\nA Belittlement: You're so slow, you can't understand this insult!\n\nA Belabour: It's okay, you're not bothering me. I like stupid people!\n\nI'm not very good at this (those took me about 20 minutes to think up) so you guys may have an advantage over the NPCs.\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " \n Spoiler \nFair enough on the exams thing, I think we all have.\nShouldn't all the technicalities be in the other thread, or spoilered or something?\n \n\n\nZanetus thanks the mayor, and tells Rhuny \"Ah, well. Looks like the Lady may be against you today. Nevertheless, most of the events are still left. You'll pull through, I'm sure.\" \n\nMoving through the crowd, he intercepts Altoma as he heads for the next event. \"Looks more like your kind of thing than the running. Good luck!\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nFinaly some posting! Good idea, the rules have been spoilered. Will you be participating in this event?\n \n\n Rhuny \n \"You're right, but still, my best events are the races, and I didn't win either of them!\" " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Aw, dangit. Didn't realize this was coming up, I used up some good ones before that race. Grumble, grumble...\" ☹️\n\nAltoma rushes to the... place we go to, and gets ready.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis is gonna be FUN. Ima think up some good ones >:)\n\n\"And so on down the line?\" BAH! Minus points for not roleplaying! points incriminating finger\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "(To Rhuny) \"Well, we'll see.\" \n\n(to Altoma) \"If those were your best, you may be in a spot of trouble!\" \n \n Spoiler \nHey, I was technically studying for my exam, an definitely not on the forums. I had to post before anyone caught me.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"I didn't say they were my BEST! They were OK, though... at least, I thought so...\" \n\nAltoma begins to second-guess himself in his head and gets nervous." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " Heh. We'll see. The boy's got pretty good chances, I think, but but you never know... \n \n Spoiler \nC'mon, lets get things moving!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nJust waiting for D'Arcy. And can everbody please identify whether they are participating or not?\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "As Lamagra heads towards the next event in the shadows behind the crowd he sees a cloaked figure. As it pushes back its cloak Lamagra's view is blocked by a passing contestant. When he looks again the figure is gone, but their is no doubt it was his sister.\n\n \n Spoiler \n This is not real.Ready to move on. \n Spoiler \n Unless you make it real\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYou know D'Arcy, when you edit your post, it doesn't show up in my subscribed threads, so I don't know that you've done it. In the future, could you either post a new reply, or send me a PM/post on the OOC thread to let me know that you're finished. Thanks.\n\nSorry about the delay everyone.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Boasting, Belittling, and Belabouring \n\nAltoma, Nhola, and William all step up for the game. (which will be shortened to BBB) After making sure that they are the only ones who wish to participate, Mayor Gardus annouces: Let the Boasting Begin! \n\n(You're up first, Altoma)" }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"I once ran an entire 10-mile race through the dangerous forest, against 149 other racers, and won -- even though, the entire time, I had a sharp stone stuck in my very tight shoe. And I didn't compain or bring it up even once!\" \n \n Spoiler \nI don't really like this boast of mine... but I was looking forward to the belittling and belabouring more anyway 😏\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "cough(bluff check)cough\n\nAnd D'Arcy, I'm just going to ignore the fact that you are openly insulting me for no reason at all. But next time you do it, I'm not.🫤" }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \ncough Wrong thread. cough\n\ncough Also, I made my cough bluff check in the cough other thread cough\n\nMan, I think I'm coming down with something.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " BBB \n\nThe crowd oohs and aahs at Altoma's boast, mightily impressed. Mayor Gardus chuckles slightly.\n\nWilliam steps up:\n \"I once harvested the wheat from my father's entire farm in one day, and you all know how big it is. Then I had to carry it back to the barn, uphill both ways!\" \n\nNhola sings her boast in a high, clear voice:\n \"My voice is the best in town,\nThe other singers are just clowns.\nMy songs make people happy,\nAnd they are not at all sappy. \n \n Spoiler \nAproximate Scores\nAltoma: Well above the others\nNhola: About the same as William\nWilliam: About the same as Nhola\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nBelittlements next, you're up first again Altoma.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Oh, hey, Nhola... common sense called. It wants to know why it wasn't consulted when you decided you were GOOD at singing.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI demand a \"hit 'em where it hurts\" bonus!\" 😁\n\nOh man, I'm gonna get thrashed by both of them, aren't I?\n\nIntimidate check: (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " BBB \n\nThe crowd gasps at Altoma's inflamatory belittlement.\n\nNhola, obviously annoyed, yells, still singing:\n \"Be that word our sign of parting, fiend!\" she shrieks, upstarting-\n\"Get thee back into the tempest and Hell's sulferious shore!\nLeave no black sign as token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!\nLeave my lordliness unbroken! -quit the ground before my feet!\nTake thy tongue from out my heart, and take thy form from out my sight!\" \n \n Spoiler \nTake that, Altoma!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " William \n\nSome of the crowd seem confused by Nhola's archaic language, but those that get it cheer.\n\nWilliam turns to Altoma:\n \"You talk fast, Altoma. Kind of like a con-man.\" \n \n Spoiler \nAltoma: Well below the others.\nWilliam: Has a clear lead.\nNhola: Somewhere in between.\nAltoma's up again, belabours are next.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \n There are published books in this day and age, right?\n \n\n \"Oh, man, keep talking, this stuff is GOLD!\"\n\n\"You see, I'm writing a book entitled 'Wit: A Lost Art.' Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you get your fair share for your numerous and exquisite examples of the disappearance of wit when it becomes famous.\" \n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy: [roll][1d20-1][/roll]\n\nEdit: oops. To the OOC thread I go.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "Wow, these are hard to make up. I've got nothing.\n\nWilliam is targeting Altoma\n\nNhola is targeting William\n \n Spoiler \nNhola: Slightly above William\nWilliam: Slightly above Altoma\nAltoma: Last place currently\nYou're up again Altoma, and we're back to Boasts.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \nUm... I just realized that I haven't actually put down who I'm targeting... but you seem to have given me points already 😦\n\nFor the record, I WAS targeting William...\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n For the record, I WAS targeting William... \n\nThat's who I assumed you were targeting.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"I once stood in the middle of town, and yelled out, \"Oh, ladies, anyone up for a date tonight?\"\n\n Altoma waves his hand in a sweeping motion. \n\n\"23 girls came up to me, ready to accept my offer.\"\n\n He adds the next line as an \"epilogue,\" after everyone has had time to absorb his brag. \n\n\"And I think Nhola was one of them...\" \n \n Spoiler \n It's almost a mix of a brag AND an insult. 😏\n\nBluffiness: Messed it up again. #^@%\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " BBB \n\nThe crowd, somehow, is completely taken in by Altoma's claims. All the guys cheer, and all the girls look sheepish.\n\n William \n \"I can boast better than anyone in town!\" \n Nhola \n \"This was written by a certain someone, after I left him. I, and according to him, 22 other people.\" \n(Pronounce Nhola sort of drawn out, with two syllables, so that it fits better into the poem.)\n \"Ah, distinctly I remeber it was in the bleak December;\nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.\nEagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow\nFrom my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Nhola-\nFor the rare and radieant maiden whom the angels name Nhola-\nNameless here for evermore. \n \n Spoiler \nSo, I'm just grasping at exuses to quote \"The Raven\" now. I'm really starting to run out of ideas. Anyway, Zach, it's up to you whether what Nhola says is true or not.\nScores:\nAltoma: Well above the others\nWilliam: About the same as Nhola\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \"Hey, William. You see that clearing over there?\" \n\nAltoma gestures to a nearby clearing.\n\n \"We've got, let's see, a rock, a few trees...some tall grass, and a few bugs.\" \n\nAltoma looks William in the eye.\n\n \"ALL better at coming up with a good insult than you.\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " William: \n(to Nhola)\nWilliam starts to say something, then stops as he realize that the information makes no sense in the context of this world.\n\n Nhola: \n(To Altoma)\n \"Your voice is a threat of violence to the ears,\nYour words a pestilence on the mind.\" \n \n Spoiler \nNo scores till I get an intimidate check from Altoma.\nBubonic Plauge: Purely OOC posts should be in the OOC thread.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nScores:\nAltoma: Well above the others\nWilliam: Above Nhola\nLast Words: Belabours. Altoma's up.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma glances at Nhola, then looks around, then looks back at her.\n\n \"Er... I'm sorry, but I think you must have me confused with someone who's paying attention to you.\" \n\nAltoma turns around casually, and in a voice JUST loud enough for her to hear, adds;\n\n \"Aren't many of those around...\" \n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy, right?\n\n (1d20-1)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "Again, I am left with no ideas. You know what, I'm just going to quote the whole poem, right here.\n \n Spoiler \nOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,\nOver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-\nwhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,\nAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.\n\"'T is some visitor,\" I muttered, \"tapping at my chamber door.\n\"Only this and nothing more.\"\n\nAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,\nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.\nEagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow\nFrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -\nFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -\nNameless here for evermore.\n\nAnd the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain\nThrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;\nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating\n`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -\nSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -\nThis it is, and nothing more,'\n\nPresently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,\n`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;\nBut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,\nAnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,\nThat I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -\nDarkness there, and nothing more.\n\nDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,\nDoubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before\nBut the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,\nAnd the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'\nThis I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'\nMerely this and nothing more.\n\nBack into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,\nSoon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.\n`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;\nLet me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -\nLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -\n'Tis the wind and nothing more!'\n\nOpen here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,\nIn there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.\nNot the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;\nBut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -\nPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -\nPerched, and sat, and nothing more.\n\nThen this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,\nBy the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,\n`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.\nGhastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -\nTell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'\nQuoth the raven, `Nevermore.'\n\nMuch I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,\nThough its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;\nFor we cannot help agreeing that no living human being\nEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -\nBird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,\nWith such name as `Nevermore.'\n\nBut the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,\nThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.\nNothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -\nTill I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -\nOn the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'\nThen the bird said, `Nevermore.'\n\nStartled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,\n`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,\nCaught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster\nFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -\nTill the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore\nOf \"Never-nevermore.\"'\n\nBut the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,\nStraight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;\nThen, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking\nFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -\nWhat this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore\nMeant in croaking `Nevermore.'\n\nThis I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing\nTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;\nThis and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining\nOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,\nBut whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,\nShe shall press, ah, nevermore!\n\nThen, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer\nSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.\n`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee\nRespite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!\nQuaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'\nQuoth the raven, `Nevermore.'\n\n`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -\nWhether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,\nDesolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -\nOn this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -\nIs there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'\nQuoth the raven, `Nevermore.'\n\n`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!\nBy that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -\nTell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,\nIt shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -\nClasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'\nQuoth the raven, `Nevermore.'\n\n`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -\n`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!\nLeave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!\nLeave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!\nTake thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'\nQuoth the raven, `Nevermore.'\n\nAnd the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting\nOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;\nAnd his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,\nAnd the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;\nAnd my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor\nShall be lifted - nevermore!\n\nI'll give you some bonus points if you can tell me who wrote it.\nI'm going to wait untill you say \"I have no idea\", or \"It was X\" to put up the final scores and announce the winner.\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm no more OOC than any of the posts around me, and I still maintain that you should change the spoiler to at lesat fit inside a spoiler box, or make it into a nonsense sentence or SOMETHING that will allow people to read the thread without it ruining the book for them.\n\n@vv: Leet hurts no-one, spoilers hurt someone.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIT WAS X! I KNEW IT!\n\nHe was behind the whoooole thing wasn't he!? WASN'T HE?!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " BBB \n\nAltoma is declared the winner of Boasting, Belittling and Belabouring, to mixed cheers and boos.\nWilliam offers to shake hands with him, saying \"No hard feelings, eh?\" \nNhola stalks off, obviously dissapointed.\n\nThe Mayor presents Altoma with the Laurel for winning the event.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, something I forgot to do before now: EXP!\nAltoma recieves 25 EXP for participating in the Sprint, and 50 for winning BBB.\nZanetus recieves 50 for winning the Sprint, and 50 for coming second place in the Marathon.\nLamagra recieves 75 for winning the Marathon.\n\nNathan:\nYou hate spoilers, although these spoilers are not hurting you. I hate leet, though it doesn't hurt me. There is still leet in the OOC thread. I asked you to stop posting it, but it is still there. I have not make asked you to remove it, let alone started screwing up the game over it, no matter how much it irks me. That's just overeacting. You are being completely unreasonable about this spoiler thing. NOW GET THAT POST OFF OF THE IC THREAD.😡 You can put it on the OOC thread if you want to, to remind us all how much you hate spoilers. But it doesn't belong on the IC thread. Period.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma receives the shake from William. \"No hard feelings.\" \n\nAltoma then looks into the crowd to see who's booing him, with an annoyed and bewildered look on his face. (A mix of ☹️, 😦, and 😡)\n\n \n Spoiler \nYes, I am actually looking for those people. Who!? Who I say!? Spot check in the OOC thread!\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " The Day of Games \n \n Spoiler \nSpot is one of those checks the DM rolls for you. (Hint: I didn't get any better than you.)\n \n\n\nAltoma, though he scans the crowd, cannot tell which are booing and which are cheering. In fact the whole crowd seems to melt together as a sort of amorphus blob of people. I think Altoma has been staring at the sun too much.\n\n \"On to the next event!\" (Mayor Gardus)\n\n Bringball \n\nThe crowd follows the mayor to a large field with two poles, about 10 feet apart, at each end. This is the bringball field. The field is 100 feet long by 50 feet wide. Several burly men, including Jaron Ironfounderson and some other Garrock are already signing up and dividing into teams of three.\n\n \n Spoiler \n The rules: The objective of bringball is to bring the ball (a round one made from leather, about the size of a basketball) to the goal. By almost any means neccesary. Run with it. Throw it. Kick it. Whatever you feel like. You can use special actions like overun, bull rush, grapple, ect... but just punching someone is against the rules. No doing direct damage. (Including using a grapple to do so) Throwing works like this:\nThrower rolls ranged attack at AC 10 - catcher's dex mod., + 1 per 10 feet they moved last turn.\nCatcher rolls melee attack roll, but uses dex instead of str, on AC 25 - attacker's attack roll.\nExample:\nJim wants to pass to fred. Jim rolls a ranged attack roll and gets a 15. Fred has a dex mod of +1 and moved 30 feet last turn. His AC is 10 - 1 (dex mod) + 3 (30ft movement) = 12. 15 => 12, therefore the ball goes right to Fred. Now Fred has to catch it. He rolls a melee attack with dex and gets 12. The AC he needs to hit is (25 - Jim's attack roll of 15 = 10) therefore he catches the ball.\nStealing the ball:\nYou can use an opposed grapple check to steal the ball, an unarmed attack that does no damage, and if you suggest something else, you can probably try it that way too.\nGame Length and Winning:\nBecause there are alot of games going on today, each one is just \"first one to three goals\".\nAnything I've forgotten or that doesn't make sense, please, let me know. Also, it would be good if you guys were on the same team, but I'm not going to force it. You'll have to find teams yourselves. (if you're going to play)\nOh, and you get exp for each game, and more if you win the whole thing.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \nHow many events are left? If there's quite a few left, I'll just participate in those, for the exp. If not, I guess I'll do this one... but it sounds complicated, and I have never been a big fan of team competitions. I'm too afraid of messing up. 😳\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus looks around, hoping to see a team in need of another member." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThe events left are\nBringball\nWrestling\nBoxing\nThe Battle (A combat with wooden swords)\nChess (Exactly the same as we play it)\n\nThere's the Scavenger Hunt too, but it's just for kids.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \nAw, man, I wanna do the scavenger hunt, I wanna do the scavenger hunt! cries\n \n\n\nAltoma decides to stay out of this one. He'd much rather tackle the one-on-one physical challenges. And maybe some chess." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " \"Geez, I hate how William keeps spoiling things for other people. He's such a jerk. I intend to 'accidentally' kill him in the mock combat.\" " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra wanders back to the group and asks who plans on playing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Don't post about this. Its just role-playing. How many members on a team?\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nRhuny walks over to Zanetus and Lamagra.\n \"Want to join me as a team? We'd be the fastest ones in the town!\" He says, smiling and offering his hand. (To shake on)" }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Taking Rhuny's hand, Zanetus returns the smile and says, \"Well, that sounds like a fine idea to me. How about it, Lamagra?\" " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " Sure, don't slow me down. " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " \"You wish, kid.\" " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \"Great! I'll go sign us up.\" Rhuny walks off and starts talking to the man taking team entries.\nA couple of minutes later, the first match starts, but you're not in it. Jaron Ironfounderson and two other burly Garrock trounce a team of three Valayans. Then Fharad Delah (the Regulea council member, in case you forgot) and two Regulea beat a team of two Rabadash (the halfling like people, unless you forgot) and a Valayan.\nFor the next match, you hear the annoucer calling you're names. You're up against three Valayan's you don't know.\n\nYou walk out on to the field, and Rhuny takes the forward's position. The crowd cheers.\n\nRoll Initiative!\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis is the map we are going to be using. Take the gibberish and paste it into the box under the blank map in the link. Then click load map. Make your changes, (be careful not to screw up the map, it can be a little finicky) and then click save map. Copy paste the gibberish in the box into a spoiler in your post.\n \n\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3f 1 rs 0 0 -3c 0 3c 0\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17g s j 3e cx 329\n@-17r s j 8l bm 2fu -17d s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s -3 8e aa\n@rs 0 Altoma s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n\n@rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0\n@Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -6a s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s\n@b 3d 6n g5 -2a s 8 2e 2b rs 0 s 8 4f 2a rs 0 s 8 34 30 rs 0 s\n@2 2f az rs 0 s 5 3o ab rs 0 s 1 4d b0 rs 0\nEND ojuopv\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nIt's not your turn Lamagra. (I'll tell you when it is.) And when did I call you Altoma?\n \n\nAs soon as the start whistle blows, the other team are off, moving quickly.\nThe one on the right moves forward a bit, to cover the center, who dashes forward and grabs the ball, then runs behind his teamate, the guy on the left.\nRhuny take a few steps forward and readies himself to spring at the enemy team when they come nearer.\n\nIt is now Lamagra's turn.\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17f s j 3e cx 329\n@-17q s j 8l bm 2fu -17c s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s -3 8e aa\n@rs 0 Altoma s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n\n@rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0\n@Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -69 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s\n@b 2y 3p g5 -29 s 8 33 4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 35 3m rs 0 s\n@2 2f az rs 0 s 5 3q 8z rs 0 s 1 4d b0 rs 0\nEND 30rvon\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra takes a \"run\" at the other team to try and steal the ball.\n\n \n Spoiler \n move and unarmed touch attack right?\n (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \np.s. eckchay apmay abelslay\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17d s j 3e cx 329\n@-17o s j 8l bm 2fu -17a s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -67 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b 2y 3p g5 -27 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 35 3m rs 0 s 2 2f az rs 0 s 5 3q\n@8z rs 0 s 1 3p 4d rs 0 s -1 1s 1w rs 0 0 1s 1w 1s 1w s -3 8y\n@a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al\n@rs 0\nEND -kt300n\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nLamagra provokes two attacks of opportunity from the enemy team. One from the left wing, one from the right wing. Both are being used in an attempt to trip him.\n Right Wing \nUnarmed Melee Touch Attack (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \nDexterity Check: (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n Left Wing \nUnarmed Melee Touch Attack (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \nStrength Check: (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n\nSo, you need to make two strength or dexterity checks to avoid being tripped. You have untill thursday, or you will fail.\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra dodges nibly around the two opponents.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n[roll]1d20+2[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nLamagra just manages to jump over the Right Wing's leg, but he lands off balance, and the Left Wing clotheline's him. He ends up flat on his back and mildly dazed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFrom now on, please include in your post how many feet you move in each direction and in what order during your turn, in addition to updating the map with your final position. This will allow me to tell what Attacks of Opportunity you provoke.\n \n\n It is now Zanetus' Turn " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus rushes toward the ball-holder and attemps to snatch, keeping a wide berth from any members of the opposing team. He intends not to end up on his face like Lamagra.\nUnfortunately, his poorly-aimed grab ends up going over his opponent's shoulder and leaves him slightly off-balance from his overreach.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUnarmed attack to grab ball: (1d20+1)[ 2 ] which got a 1+1=2\n \n Spoiler \nThe route: (Yellow is threatened)\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17b s j 3e cx 329\n@-17m s j 8l bm 2fu -178 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -65 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b 2y 3p g5 -25 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 35 3m rs 0 s 2 2f az rs 0 s 5 3q\n@8z rs 0 s 1 3p 4d rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -1 18 5c rs 0 0\n@18 5c 18 8 k -8 k -14 10 -1k s -1 1k 20 rs 0 9y6tc o 1s 1k 1s\n@1c 20 1c 1k 1k 1s s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q\n@b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 2g 2w rs 0 9zl6o o 28 0 28 0 0\n@1c 0 14 2w 2g 2w 2g 1c 14 1c\nEND -r4ny3c\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nCurrent:\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17b s j 3e cx 329\n@-17m s j 8l bm 2fu -178 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -65 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b 2v 3o g5 -25 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 2z 3n rs 0 s 2 2a 3p rs 0 s 5 3q\n@8z rs 0 s 1 3p 4d rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 -29 2w\n@rs 0 73 58 o 50 o 50 w 58 w 58 o 50 w 58 w 50 o\nEND -vd0fps\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nOkay, just one problem here: You moved sixty feet and then made an attack. I know, it doesn't matter, since it missed anyway, but, just be careful.\nTo everyone: If you prefer to use the map to show your route, rather than typing it out, that's great. One more thing though: Please copy the link to the map site into your post, just for quick reference, so that we don't have to go back to find the link. Here's the link again, so you can copy-paste it from here:\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \n \n\n Right Wing \nThe right wing makes a grab for Lamagra, but he can't hold him.\n\n Centre \nDelay till the left wing moves.\n\n Left Wing \nThe left wing also tries to grab someone, but he goes for Zanetus instead. However, he can't get a hold on him.\n\n Centre \nThe Centre moves carefully away, protecting himself from attacks as much as possible. (Withdraw action)\n\n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -17a s j 3e cx 329\n@-17l s j 8l bm 2fu -177 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -64 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b x 3p g5 -24 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 11 3m rs 0 s 2 2a 3p rs 0 s 5 3q\n@8z rs 0 s 1 3p 4d rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 -h 1x\n@rs 0 73 1i 1o 1a 1o 1a 1w 1i 1w 1i 1o 1a 1w 1i 1w 1a 1o s -1 1k\n@1w rs 0 0 1k 1w 1k k 0 k -o 18 -o 1w -o 1w -o 1w -o 1w -g 1w -g\n@1w\nEND wc74f9\n \n\n Rhuny \nRhuny charges forward to the enemy centre and attempt to wrest the ball from him. He gets his hands on it and whips it away from his opponent.\n \n Spoiler \nFinal Positions:\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -179 s j 3e cx 329\n@-17k s j 8l bm 2fu -176 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -63 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b z 4d g5 -23 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 11 3o rs 0 s 2 2a 3p rs 0 s 5 13\n@4d rs 0 s 1 3p 4d rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 j 2l rs\n@0 73 j 1p b 1p b 1x j 1x j 1p b 1x j 1x b 1p\nEND -7co79z\n \n\n It is now Lamagra's turn. " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "D'Arcy: YOU NEED TO START READING THE OOC THREAD. THERE IS IMPORTANT INFORMATION IN THAT THREAD. SUCH AS THE FACT THAT THE ABOVE POST HAD BEEN EDITED, AND THAT YOU NEED TO POST . " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra runs forward ready to recieve a pass.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I moved 25 feet.\n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -178 s j 3e cx 329\n@-17j s j 8l bm 2fu -175 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -62 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b z 4d g5 -22 s 8 33\n@4c rs 0 s 8 4g 4z rs 0 s 8 11 3o rs 0 s 2 2a 3p rs 0 s 5 13\n@4d rs 0 s 1 2b 2b rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 j 29 rs\n@0 73 j 21 b 21 b 29 j 29 j 21 b 29 j 29 b 21\nEND xc986m\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "(call it a withdraw action)\n\nZanetus, seeing the upcoming play, grabs at the the nearest opponent to distract him.\n \n Spoiler \nGrab: (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \nGrapple: (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nD'Arcy, I'm not going to make you fix this, because it'll just slow down the game, but YOU HAVE TO SHOW OR WRITE OUT YOUR ROUTE! For god's sake, have you not been listening at all! \"I moved 25 feet\" does not help me at all. You need to say \"I moved X feet in this direction , X feet in this direction , and X feet in this direction \".\nYou also forgot to copy paste the link to the map site, which I asked you to do in the post preceding yours. \n \n\n\nZanetus gets a strong hold on his opponent.\n\n Right Wing \n\nThe right wing moves 25 feet left, and trys to steal the ball from Rhuny. He fails miserably.\n\n Left Wing \n\nThe left wing attemps to escape Zanetus's strong grip, but he can't quite get away.\n\n Centre \n\nThe Centre also attacks Rhuny, but the runner just dodges away again.\n\n Rhuny \n\nRhuny twirls and then passes the ball to Lamagra.\n \n Spoiler \nLamagra: make a melee attack against AC 12 to catch the ball.\nOOC Note:\n(I do roll all of these things. I just use a physical D20.)\n \n\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -177 s j 3e cx 329\n@-17i s j 8l bm 2fu -174 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b\n@7p 50 e9 -61 s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s b z 4d g5 -21 s 8 37\n@4a rs 0 s 8 11 4z rs 0 s 8 z 3n rs 0 s 2 2u 4b rs 0 s 5 13\n@4d rs 0 s 1 2b 2b rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 j 29 rs\n@0 73 j 21 b 21 b 29 j 29 j 21 b 29 j 29 b 21 s -3 18 4v rs 0 R s\n@-3 13 3k rs 0 C s -3 3c 48 rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0\nEND -nqtlow\n \n\n It is now Lamagra's turn. " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus is reminded of those bits of paper used to mark one's place when reading a scroll, and wonders if the same concept could be used in this case.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNote that I was only sort of OOC. Unspoilered OOC sort of bugs me.\n In case you're 'intellect impaired', I suggested that you bookmark the page. \n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra attepts to grab the ball\n\n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n\nedit: and fails miserabley, fumble." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus attempts to push his way from the grapple, then recover the fumble... Straight into the net.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSince he tried to get out last round, do I have to roll?\nIf so: (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \nShot on net: (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17h s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-173 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -60 s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s b 2m b g5 -20 s 2 37 11 rs 0 s 5 11 4c rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 27 -1t rs 0 73 j 21 b 21 b 29 j 29 j 21\n@b 29 j 29 b 21 s -3 3c 48 rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 1l g rs 0 73 1g k 1g -4 18 4 1o 4\n@1g -4 s -1 1g 2c rs 0 9y6tc 1g 24 10 24 s 24 10 2c 10 1w s 24 s\n@-1 1g 28 rs 0 0 s 28 s -g 1g -14 1g -w 18 -14 1g -14 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -176 s j 3e cx 329 -17h s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -173 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -60 s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 36 4b rs 0 s 8 11 4z rs 0 s 8 11\n@3n rs 0 s 1 2e 2a rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3c 48\n@rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s\n@-3 12 3l rs 0 C\nEND -m6uqhi\n\nIs it faster to open a new window, or to make me&D'Arcy accept your terms? I suppose I could do it once, though. The Site Of Doom \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nI'm going to rule that since the goal is all three spaces that are in front of you, and there's no goalie, you automatically score. However, the left wing gets an attack of opportunity on you. If he can drop you, you fail. And thanks for putting the link in your post.\n \n\n\nZanetus has no trouble escaping the left wing's hold. However, the man sees a chance and takes it, attempting to punch Zanetus in the back of the head.\nAttack (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nDamage (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \nThe referee doesn't notice the punch, which is lucky for the your opponents, because it would result in a foul for your team if he did.\n \n Spoiler \nYou're going to have to tell me whether that hits, cause I don't feel like searching for your character sheet link.\nEDIT: Never mind, that definatly doesn't hit.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nAre you guys enjoying bringball? If you're not, please let me know. We can always just skip past it if it's just boring people.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\n(Sorry for the delay there.)\n\nZanetus scores! Zanetus, Rhuny, and Lamagra - 1, NPC Goons - 0\n\nThe ball is taken back to the centre of the field and everthing starts again.\nRoll initiative!\n \n Spoiler \nhttp://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17g s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-172 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 3d 6p e9 -5z s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s b 3d 6p g5 -1z s 2 2d bk rs 0 s 5 3p ay rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 24 6l rs 0 73 1d 0 15 0 15 8 1d 8 1d 0\n@15 8 1d 8 15 0 s -3 2j 1h rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s\n@-1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1\n@3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f\n@2zd -175 s j 3e cx 329 -17g s j 8l bm 2fu -172 s -3 9z bj rs\n@0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s\n@1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n\n@rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0\n@Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -5z s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s\n@8 2e 1i rs 0 s 8 4d 1m rs 0 s 8 32 2b rs 0 s 1 4f bk rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17\n@3h rs 0 s -3 36 27 rs 0 C s -3 4h 1i rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0\n@L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy\n@Team Member Positions s -3 8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0\nEND gb412s\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra runs for the ball\n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n \n\nedit: Waiting for others to roll." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus smiles slightly, and walks back top his place on the field, then readies himself for the next play.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll]1d20+1[roll]\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nThe right wing dashes forward as the game starts again, moving past it to protect it from the opposing players. The opposing centre moves up and scoops the ball off of the ground. Rhuny takes a few steps forward, and readies himself to charge at anyone who tries to get past him.\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17g s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-172 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 3d 6p e9 -5z s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s b 3d 6p g5 -1z s 2 2d bk rs 0 s 5 3p ay rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 24 6l rs 0 73 1d 0 15 0 15 8 1d 8 1d 0\n@15 8 1d 8 15 0 s -3 2j 1h rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s\n@-1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1\n@3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f\n@2zd -175 s j 3e cx 329 -17g s j 8l bm 2fu -172 s -3 9z bj rs\n@0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s\n@1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n\n@rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0\n@Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -5z s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s\n@8 2e 1i rs 0 s 8 4d 1m rs 0 s 8 32 2b rs 0 s 1 4f bk rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17\n@3h rs 0 s -3 36 27 rs 0 C s -3 4h 1i rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0\n@L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy\n@Team Member Positions s -3 8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0\nEND gb412s\n \n\n It is now Lamagra's Turn " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra once again makes a dash for the ball, using his \"wind stride\" maneuver to gain 10 extra feet allowing him to grab the ball.\n\nedit: Crap, over to the ooc thread\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack on center [roll]1d20+1[/roll]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17f s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-171 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 3d 6p e9 -5y s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s b 3d 6p g5 -1y s 2 2d bk rs 0 s 5 3p ay rs 0 s\n@-3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3\n@ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0\n@ s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 1q 3e rs 0 73 1r 37 1j 37 1j 3f 1r 3f\n@1r 37 1j 3f 1r 3f 1j 37 s -3 2j 1h rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s\n@-3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c\n@-3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c\n@-c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0\n@6o s j 3d f 2zd -174 s j 3e cx 329 -17f s j 8l bm 2fu -171 s\n@-3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n\n@a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7p 50 e9 -5y s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s 8 2e 1i rs 0 s 8 4d 1m rs 0 s 8 32 2b rs 0 s\n@1 3n 6y rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab\n@ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s\n@-3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 36 27 rs 0 C s -3 4h 1i rs 0 R s\n@-3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a\n@4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3 8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o\n@47 rs 0\nEND 231wjh\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nLamagra runs forward and tries to scoop the ball off the ground. Unfortunatly for him, the ball is already in the hands of the opposing center, which he would have known if he had actually read the thread before he posted.😡\n It is now Zanetus's Turn " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " Altoma \n\nAltoma does a facepalm as Lamagra grabs at empty air.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo be fair, one could say that he just barely missed picking it up befor the other guy. 😛\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, beginning to expect such inadequacy from his teammates, bends down into a crouch, prepared to intercept the first opponent to close with him.\n Defense is not as fun. I should have known. " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nThe left wing moves forward and stands next to Lamagra, ready to grab him if he tries to get away. The right wing runs up to Rhuny and grabs him. Rhuny tries to escape, but fails. The enemy centre withdraws from Lamagra's grab and heads toward the goal, but Lamagra's sudden charge cuts him off.\n \n Spoiler \nDrop this text at http://www.irony.com/java/mmee \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17e s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-170 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2\n@2d bk rs 0 s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 -l 53\n@rs 0 73 1r 37 1j 37 1j 3f 1r 3f 1r 37 1j 3f 1r 3f 1j 37 s -3 36\n@6u rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s\n@-1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c\n@6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s\n@-1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -173 s j 3e cx 329 -17e\n@s j 8l bm 2fu -170 s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1\n@bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s\n@-3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s\n@8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9\n@-5x s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s\n@8 14 8c rs 0 s 1 3n 6y rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3\n@8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0 s -1 1k 3k rs 0 0 o -1s o 3k 1k\n@3k s -1 24 4s rs 0 0 24 24 24 4c 1o 4s s -1 1k 40 rs 0 0 1k 2g\n@-g 2g -g 40 s -1 14 5s rs 0 9y6tc 14 5s 0 2w\nEND -9slsrm\n \n\n Lamagra must now resolve his bull-rush. " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": " \n Spoiler \nThe new website doesn't work. When you fix it, this post will change. Thanks!\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus, well prepared for this, sprints directly at the opposing player. Almost before the opponent sees him coming, Zanetus pushes his opponent back will all his might, trying to move with him beyond the edges of the field.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAoO, then opposed strength, right? And where do I hit him in his movement path?\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nThe +2 is a guess, because my character sheet is being funny. Charging gets a +2, and I don't think I have a strength modifier.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n \n Spoiler \nYou him where it shows you do on the map. Of course, you can't see the map, cause the link is broken.😳 Here's the right one.\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ .\n \n\nZanetus smashes into his opponent, pushing him back and going with him over ten feet, sending him off the field. The ref calls a stop and gives the ball to Zanetus, to throw from the edge, since the enemy team was the last one to touch it, technically.\n Zanetus must now either throw the ball or delay until next round to give his team time to maneuver. \n \n Spoiler \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17d s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16z s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2\n@2d bk rs 0 s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 l 49 rs\n@0 73 l 41 d 41 d 49 l 49 l 41 d 49 l 49 d 41 s -3 36 6u rs 0 L s\n@-3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -172 s j 3e cx 329 -17d s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -16z s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5w s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s 8 14\n@8c rs 0 s 1 3n 6y rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3\n@8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0 s -1 1k 3k rs 0 0 o -1s o 3k 1k\n@3k s -1 24 4s rs 0 0 24 24 24 4c 1o 4s s -1 1k 40 rs 0 0 1k 2g\n@-g 2g -g 40 s -1 14 5o rs 0 0 14 5o 14 5o s -1 1d 5s rs 0\n@9y6tc 1c 5s -14 1s -14 20 -w 1s -14 1s\nEND vhpobt\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus stands on the sidelines, waiting for one of his teammates to break clear for a pass.\n\n \"Well, maybe I should try that more often! Seems to work pretty well.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI hope this works...\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17c s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16y s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2\n@6 7j rs 0 s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 -6 38\n@rs 0 73 l 41 d 41 d 49 l 49 l 41 d 49 l 49 d 41 s -3 36 6u rs 0\n@L s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c\n@6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s\n@-1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0\n@6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -171 s j 3e cx 329 -17c s j\n@8l bm 2fu -16y s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp\n@rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s\n@-3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s\n@8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9\n@-5v s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s\n@8 14 8c rs 0 s 1 3n 6y rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3\n@8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0\nEND 8tnkv7\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " It is now Lamgara's turn. " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra runs 15 feet diagonally Northwest, and then 5 feet north to recieve a pass. OR!!! If he is running in the entirely opposite direction, which is possible because I'm an idiot, he instead runs 15 feet Southwest to recieve the pass.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf the enemies goal is to the north:\n \n Spoiler \n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17b s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16x s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2\n@6 7j rs 0 s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 7 3q rs\n@0 73 8 3j 0 3j 0 3r 8 3r 8 3j 0 3r 8 3r 0 3j s -3 36 6u rs 0 L s\n@-3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -170 s j 3e cx 329 -17b s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -16x s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5u s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s 8 14\n@8c rs 0 s 1 2g 4z rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3\n@8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0\n \n\nIf enemies goal is to the south:\n \n Spoiler \n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17b s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16x s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2\n@6 7j rs 0 s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 7 3q rs\n@0 73 8 3j 0 3j 0 3r 8 3r 8 3j 0 3r 8 3r 0 3j s -3 36 6u rs 0 L s\n@-3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -170 s j 3e cx 329 -17b s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -16x s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5u s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s 8 14\n@8c rs 0 s 1 2g 8c rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -3\n@8k 34 rs 0 s -3 9o 47 rs 0\nEND m8gq0e\n \n\n \n\n\np.s. Feel free to call me an idiot in the next post." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\n{The goal is in the north, so you're not an idiot.}\n\n Zanetus must now either continue delaying, or take his action. CURRY. " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus fakes a throw to Rhuny, then whips around and flings the ball at Lamagra.\n\n \n Spoiler \nProbably pointless Bluff: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \nThrowing the ball: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \n \n\n\nHe then jogs out toward center field, assuming he's allowed to." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \nA) Yes, you are allowed to move out to centre field. Please provide a distance and map.\n\nb) Lamagra must now make a melee attack roll using dex instead of str against AC 11 to catch the ball.\n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": " \n Spoiler \n The path of Jog: \nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17a s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s -3\n@8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap\n@al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 1w 18 rs 0 73 8 3j 0 3j 0 3r 8 3r 8 3j 0 3r\n@8 3r 0 3j s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s\n@-1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c\n@6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s\n@-1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -16z s j 3e cx 329 -17a\n@s j 8l bm 2fu -16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1\n@bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s\n@-3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s\n@8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9\n@-5t s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C\n@s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team\n@Member Positions s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c\n@6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0\n@rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329\n@-17a s j 8l bm 2fu -16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3\n@8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 2 3q 5p rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d\n@ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7\n@rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s\n@-3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -16z s j 3e cx 329 -17a s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5t s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C\n@s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team\n@Member Positions s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c\n@6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0\n@rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329\n@-17a s j 8l bm 2fu -16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s\n@-3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z\n@rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0\n@Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3\n@8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 5 3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d\n@ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7\n@rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s\n@-3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o\n@rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1\n@3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o\n@rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -16z s j 3e cx 329 -17a s j 8l\n@bm 2fu -16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0\n@Goal s -3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c\n@8z rs 0 Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q\n@6b rs 0 s -3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5t s\n@-3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s 8 14\n@8c rs 0 s 1 2g 4z rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0\n@Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s\n@-3 3w 98 rs 0 R s -3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3\n@8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a 4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -1\n@3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o\n@s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1\n@0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -17a s j 8l bm 2fu -16w s\n@-3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s -3 7n\n@a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s 5\n@3p 9o rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab\n@ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s\n@-3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 37 6t rs 0 L s -3 3s 5t\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c\n@-6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0\n@0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0\n@-6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -16z s j 3e cx 329 -17a s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16w s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s b 7o 50 e9 -5t s -3 8c 52\n@rs 0 The Ball s 8 32 6z rs 0 s 8 3t 9c rs 0 s 8 14 8c rs 0 s\n@1 2g 4z rs 0 s -3 8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab\n@ao rs 0 s -3 ap al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s\n@-3 5q b7 rs 0 s -3 5m bd rs 0 s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k\n@rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs 0 s -3 15 8a rs 0 C s -3 3w 98 rs 0 R s\n@-3 77 4c rs 0 L/R/C s -3 96 45 rs 0 s -3 8j 43 rs 0 s -3 8a\n@4b rs 0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -1 1o 3s rs 0 0 -18 3s 1o\n@20 1o 28 1g 20 1o 20 s -3 2s 2j rs 0\nEND -gjsz95\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra spins around and grabs at the ball, planning to throw it towards the net as soon as he has a good grip on it.\n\n (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nedit: An amazing catch! The crowd goes wild as Lamagra prepares for a long shot at the net.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBEGIN 0 0 rs 0\ns -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c 6o\n@-3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1 3e 1\n@s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3e cx 329 -179 s j 8l bm 2fu\n@-16v s -3 9z bj rs 0 s -3 a6 bf rs 0 s -3 a1 bp rs 0 Goal s\n@-3 7n a8 rs 0 s 1 7p ab rs 0 s 2 7q 8z rs 0 s -3 8c 8z rs 0\n@Zanetus s 5 7s 7n rs 0 s -3 8d 7p rs 0 Rhuny s 8 7q 6b rs 0 s\n@-3 89 6c rs 0 Enemy Team Members s -3 8c 52 rs 0 The Ball s -3\n@8y a7 rs 0 s -3 8d ae rs 0 Lamagra s -3 ab ao rs 0 s -3 ap\n@al rs 0 s -3 5s b7 rs 0 s -3 5n bb rs 0 s -3 5q b7 rs 0 s\n@-3 5m bd rs 0 s -1 19 2s rs 0 73 12 2a u 2a u 2i 12 2i 12 2a u\n@2i 12 2i u 2a s -3 3s 5t rs 0 s -3 17 3k rs 0 s -3 17 3h rs\n@0 s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c -6g 3c -3s 3c 6o s -1 3c 6o rs 0 0 3c\n@6o -3c 6o s -1 3c c rs 0 0 3c -c 3c c s -1 3d 0 rs 0 0 -3a 1\n@3e 1 s -1 0 6o rs 0 0 0 -6o 0 6o s j 3d f 2zd -16y s j 3e cx\n@329 -179 s j 8l 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0 Enemy Team Member Positions s -1 1o 3s rs 0 0 -18 3s 1o\n@20 1o 28 1g 20 1o 20 s -3 2s 2j rs 0\n*END -wwdpfx\n " }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "LAMAGRA\n\nLamagra takes the shot!\n\n (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nCheck map from previous post" }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nLamagra scores! \"Woohoo,\" the crowd screams! Rhuny, Lamagra, and Zanetus win the Bringball game.\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, there's NO WAY IN HELL I'm doing another of these games.[exasperated smiley] I'll post again later, I've got to do something else right now.\n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Bringball \n\nYou are all in the bringball finals... but we're not going to play the game. 49+, you win.\n Chance to win Bringball Final - (1d100)[ 4 ] \nYou play horribly. Every throw is a fumble, every dash a trip. Score is 0-2 for the other people.\n\nOn to the next event!\n\n Wrestling \nIt's exactly what it sounds like. You start and must stay in a grapple and the first person to maintain a pin for 2 rounds or KO their opponent wins." }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " Altoma \n\n((Uh... what's my color again?))\n\n \"Wow, uh... that was a little sad. I don't even know HOW you won that first game. Might help if you actually knew which people were on your team. Because, you know, they're the people you should be passing to.\" Altoma looks directly at Lamagra as he says these last sentences, one eyebrow raised.\n\n \"Guess I'll go in for some wrestlin'...\" Altoma straightens up, stretching his arms to try and wrest them from the grips of hours (?) of inactivity. He then proceeds with the rest of his stretches, loosening his joints on the grass until someone says they're ready for him." }, { "author": "Blackdeath", "message": "Lamagra is sitting out of the next event after playing so badly in the previous one." }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus stumbles off the field, and slumps down against a tree. Maybe he'll take a nap; wrestling doesn't sound like his thing." }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Wrestling \n\nAltoma's first opponent is William. \"Ever wrestled before Altoma? It's usually a sport for people who are actually strong,\" he says with a grin.\n \n Spoiler \nIt's a normal combat, but you start, and can't leave grappling. You can win by causing enough non-lethal damage to KO your opponent, or by keeping them pinned for three rounds.\n \n\nRoll Initiative!" }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma smirks at William's jab, then replies with, \"Oh, I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong section. I believe you're supposed to be wrestling small woodland creatures over there in the forest. Don't worry, the squirrels might give you a run for your money, but I think you'll pull through.\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": "It is now Altoma 's turn.\n\nTriangle actualizes radish greenly!" }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma lunges at William, hoping to catch him off-guard with a beserker-like style.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou, uh, may have to remind me what I can do once I grapple him, or he grapples me. 😳\n\nFor now... (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Aramil Liadon", "message": "Zanetus snores as loudly as possible.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20-1)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Linker \n You, uh, may have to remind me what I can do once I grapple him, or he grapples me. \n \n\n😩\nYou start in a grapple. To see what options are available to you, look up the section in the playes handbook entitled \"Grappling\".\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOops. Eh-heh.\n\nIn my defense, you said it a little obscurely. 😛\n \n\n\nAltoma decides to pin William to the ground, and afterwards think about beating the crap out him. \"RAAAAAAAWR!\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rigel Cyrosea", "message": " Wrestling \n\nAltoma's sudden push to the ground takes William off-gaurd, and they go down, with Altoma pinning William soundly. William, worried, attempts to wriggle out of his grip.\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, since pretty much everything you can do in a grapple involves opposed grapple checks, you might as well roll your defensive check and your offensive check in the same post. I.e. You need to roll to prevent William from escaping your pin, and then it'll be your turn, so you can make an offensive roll too.\n " }, { "author": "The Linker", "message": "Altoma does his best to keep William down. \"You're NOT getting back up, Willy! Struggle all you want!\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nI don't have do anything special to keep him down, right? As long as he doesn't get a higher roll than my defensive roll, he'll stay pinned, and I can just beat the crap out of him with no penalty? If that's the case, that's what I'll do with my offensive roll.\n " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Krux vs. Andek Firebeard \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Krux - Tortise262 \n Andek Firebeard - Dragonstar \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Let's get it on!! 😁\n initiative - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "init: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nBegin in B10 with hand axe in hand. Double move to L6. Dodge target my opponent.\n \n\n\nYou may go. You also may have LoS depending on where you begin." }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": " \n Spoiler \nMove to P/Q 4/5... If I get LOS at some point in the move, then throw a spear. If not, then double move to M/N 2/3 and switch to lance.\n\nSpot: (1d20-5)[ 10 ] \nListen: (1d20-5)[ 5 ] \nPossible Shortspear: (1d20+0)[ 1 ] \nPossible Damage: (1d8+6)[ 14 ] \n \n\n\nDid anyone notice that \"M\" and \"N\" are mixed up on the map?" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nYes, the reversal of the letters was noticed back in round 3 or 4.\n\nLoS is established by Andek's first move to L6. Krux rides to P/Q 4/5 and misses Andek with a thrown spear.\n\nAndek's turn." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Dodge target the dude with the lance...\n\nMove onto the bridge ending at M8. Flurry of Blows (1 range increment penalty) with shurikens:\n\n attack - (1d20-1)[ 1 ] for damage - (1d2+2)[ 3 ] \nand\n attack - (1d20-1)[ 2 ] for damage - (1d2+2)[ 3 ] \n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nAC 16\nHP 14/14\nShurikens remaining - 8\n \n\n\nSilently taunt you with my open palm to \"bring it.\"\n\nGo." }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "I'm not sure if there's any way I can charge. I don't know if there's room, and I may have to draw my lance first, anyway, so...\n\nMove up and Lance Attack:\nAttack Roll: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] (+2 if charge)\nDamage Roll: (1d8+6)[ 13 ] (+ (2d8+13)[ 24 ] if charge) -1... i don't know why i put +13 instead of +12\n\nI guess I'll end on O/P 5/6 if not charging, or P/Q 6/7 if I am . I guess it doesn't matter where I would end up, then ^_^\n\nI'm sorry, I'm not really sure what I should put under the \"Stats\" spoiler." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD, Classes, Monk, Flurry of Blows \n A monk must use a full attack action to strike with a flurry of blows. \n \n\nLets just ignore that second shuriken, shall we?\n\nEdit:\nNo, charging is also a full round action, and you need to draw." }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "Looks like I should take Quick Draw! But this does raise a question about Ride-by Attack... when I use that feat, do I actually go through my opponent's square, or do I \"ride by\" the square? And I'm assuming I have to move the 10 feet BEFORE attacking either way, right?" }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "2nd one ignored. Move back 5ft to M9, single shuriken for attack - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] for damage - (1d2+4)[ 6 ] \n\nDodge target my oponent... go.\n\nStats \n Spoiler \nAC 16\nHP 1/14\n8 shurikens remaining\n " }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "Move to M/O 6/7 and attack with lance:\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d8+6)[ 9 ] \n\nAnd I think that's all she wrote! (Correct me if I'm wrong.)" }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Can your horse occupy O7? I was under the impression that's a drop off, hence the need for the bridge and my backing into a more defensive position..." }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "Not sure. The ref will need to call that. In case it can't, then...\nFast Dismount: (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\nDismount as a move, then, combine it with loosing my shield. Dropping the shield is a free action, and I can still attack.\n\nI can still dismount on O6 anyway, right? Or at least dismount to an adjacent square, then 5-foot step to O6?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Ref Morbius\n\n\n Squeezing \n\nIn some cases, you may have to squeeze into or through an area that isn’t as wide as the space you take up. You can squeeze through or into a space that is at least half as wide as your normal space. Each move into or through a narrow space counts as if it were 2 squares, and while squeezed in a narrow space you take a -4 penalty on attack rolls and a -4 penalty to AC.\n\nWhen a Large creature (which normally takes up four squares) squeezes into a space that’s one square wide, the creature’s miniature figure occupies two squares, centered on the line between the two squares. For a bigger creature, center the creature likewise in the area it squeezes into. \n\n\nnow you try to pull that of with a huge centipede... (I did😉 )" }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "I think it'd be more balance than squeezing...\n\nbut either way, you can dismount into that square. make your 5-foot adjustment, and nail me.\n\nGood game." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Dragonstar \n I think it'd be more balance than squeezing...\n\nbut either way, you can dismount into that square. make your 5-foot adjustment, and nail me.\n\nGood game. \n \n\nRef Morbius\n\nOk, I am not very good with feet and inchs and stuff, but bigmac said in the other thread that a balance check was needed if the surface had less than 1/5 of the creature space I think. And if I am correct about that it would be a surface with less than one square, but feel free to ask another ref." }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "if a balance check is needed, then i'll just dismount, as stated above.." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "You can dismount to any square, and make your five-foot adjustment to attack. Unless you plan on switching weapons, you've already made your roll and killed me dead - I'd be an ass to not allow that to stand. 😉" }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nIf I understand everything correctly,\n Krux is the Winner! " }, { "author": "Tortoise262", "message": "Yay!123456" } ]
[ { "author": "Vespe Ratavo", "message": "It's been a week since mana was let back into the world, and the world has gone to hell. Wild magical beasts roam the land, and humans have gotten just as bad, abusing others for their own gain (well, more than they used to, at any rate).\n\nIt's dark. You don't quite remember falling asleep, but that must have been what happened seeing as how you're unconscious. You hear some mumbling.\n\n We need everyone on the gate. Wake them up. \n Are you sure? They took a pretty nasty blow from the shrapnel. \n Just wake them up! We don't have any other choice! \n Okay... \n\nYou open your eyes, feeling somewhat drowsy. You look down, and notice some large tears in your skin, which appear to be mending themselves. A beam of white light surrounds you, which you presume is healing you.\n\nYou stand up, and the two people who were talking earlier (a man in a doctors coat and a girl in a trench coat) look at you.\n\n Don't look at me, get going! He points down to the first floor, where there appears to be a large fight going on.\n\nYou are currently in the Food Court of Clive Winston Mall in Houston, Texas (according to the mall map in front of you). Various stores are arranged in a half-circle behind you, selling different kinds of food. There is one escalator heading downwards into the fray, which appears to have been barricaded at the top and partially destroyed. There are also two walkways to different parts of the mall at 10 and 2 o'clock from your point of view, which have also been very heavily barricaded.\n\n Go already! " }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": "Inbal was still in combat mode, and followed the man's orders without hesitation. She leaned over the railing, and fired a single burst into the wall.\n \"Everybody, on the ground, NOW!\" she shouted in English." }, { "author": "Vespe Ratavo", "message": "The round hits the wall, not really effecting the combat below." }, { "author": "Meynolds", "message": "A small humanoid stands nearby, and begins nervously checking it's backpack for damage to any equipment. He breathes a sigh of relief when nothing is badly damaged. He reaches inside of his jacket, pulling out a decent sized revolver.\n\n What's going on here? " }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Vespe Ratavo \n The round hits the wall, not really effecting the combat below. \n \n\n(OOC: So, everyone ignored her?)" }, { "author": "Vespe Ratavo", "message": "(OOC: Not really, but there are a lot of rounds being fired down there and one un-aimed shot won't affect things.)\n\n You want to know what's happening? We're being attacked by the undead, that's happening! \n\nIndeed, on the first floor of the mall, the battle appears to be between well armed groups of both survivors and humanoid skeletons. The survivors aren't doing very well." }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": "(OOC: You gave me the impression that it was just a fistfight.)\n\nIC:\n\nInbal took aim at the skeletons, and fired.\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \nDamage: (2d8)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Vespe Ratavo", "message": "(OOC: Oops. Sorry. 😳\n\nEh, you missed anyway 😛 )\n\nOne of the skeletons looks up from the fight, and takes aim with his pistol. (The wall/railing gives 1/4 cover, by the way)\n\n 1d20-4 → [17,-4] = (13) \n\nHe misses, grazing a hamburger store's sign.\n\n(Surprise round over. Everyone else roll initiative. )" }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": " (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n\n(OOC: Could you describe/show us the rough positions of the various humans and skeletons? I'm considering using a grenade. If there's a melee, then I won't use one, but if all the humans are on one side, and all the skeletons on the other, that's a different story.)" }, { "author": "Vespe Ratavo", "message": "(OOC: I need to learn how to describe things better....>.>\n\nThe skeletons and humans are about ten feet away from each other. The humans are scattered, hiding behind pillars and such, but the skeletons are just standing still, close together, firing.)" }, { "author": "Meynolds", "message": "Samuel moves over to the railing and fires at a skeleton with his revolver.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (2d6)[ 3 ] ))\n " }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": "Inbal sets her rifle to automatic, and opens fire on the skeletons.\n\nAttack: (1d20-1)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "ForzaFiori", "message": "((OOC: wow, i didn't notice this got put up. the recruitment thread never popped up in my CP.))\n\nA man wakes up nearby, and speaks with a heavy italian accent Where...Where am I? This is not Sicily... hearing the gunshots, however, quickly brings him to his senses, and he moves to the railing, firing upon the undead with his revolver.\n\nattack: (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \ndamage: (2d6)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Meshakhad", "message": "(OOC: Bump!)" }, { "author": "Meynolds", "message": "((OOC: Bump!))" } ]
[ { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " \nThe small port town of Norkan is not known for much. In fact it is quite out of the way. A few nobles find themselves vacationing to this remote spot, surrounded by beautiful forests and mysterious hills, but mostly it is considered a hick town. Even by the locals. The port itself is mostly a fishing spot, with an occasional merchant ship passing through the harbor far from any shipping lanes. Most of you are used to small towns like this, not so remote as Norkan, and others have even seen the great towered cities of Kandor to the South.\n\nThe stone tower described by your contact might've seemed vague at the time, had you been from a great city. In this small town it was a plain as day, and was in view on a hill above the small town overlooking the river, which flowed to the harbor. There were a few Inns, but it was mostly locals, and the few roughnecks you see out here. They will only become quiet as any of you pass.\nThe largest building in the town was the king's outpost, a station of about 25 soldiers. It was down the river from the stone tower. The soldiers seemed to keep to themselves. There is a brown flag with a black dragon flying outside it.\n\nAll of you will look strange in your hoods, or even without disguises, as most of these people all know each other. The oddly shaped Kathris and 'George' draw stares of fright. There are some cities where the skies are filled with flying wizards, but not here. The only sign of any noble structure was the ancient tower, and the rest was fishermen and farmers.\n\nOutside the old tower is an old rose garden path, that was well-manicured. Two strong men in armor with no markings stood outside. The two mercenaries each with a halberd will let you in, and direct you up the stairs to the top floor.\n\nThe tower is five stories high, and you will pass a few landings and locked doors as you get to the top of the stairs. There will be an open black stone door on the top floor. This not the top floor, and you will see a stairway to a higher room, but for now you will meet in a great library. Wall-to-wall and on shelves packed densely about a table.\n\nOn the far side of the table are 3 women. An old lady with fine black-brown robes stands at the center of the trio. This is old Merianna, a rich noble woman, wizard. Only some of you know her.\n\nThe youngest, in her early twenties, is Avery Zalis. She wears tight black leather, in the style of a ninja, currently her mask is on the table. She has blonde hair and has blazing green eyes, that are beautiful as well as frightening. Some of you know her.\n\nThe third woman is the dark and tanned Kalima, a strong woman in studded leather, she has a shield on her back, and fine sword on her hip. She has the colors of the King of Kandor on a cape over her shoulders. She will smirk at her strong men, and check them out as the old lady speaks.\n\nMerianna will scan each of you as you come in. \"Welcome. I am Merianna, and we hope to begin a long business relationship with you.\" \nShe greets you with as kind a wrinkled smile as she can muster. The other two ladies nod in agreement.\n\nSeveral open cases full of platinum bars lay before you. 10 platinum bars, each valued at 10 platinum pieces.\n\n{OOC- Welcome! Please post a description, and/or greeting. Your groups will arrive in the order of your first poster, so if someone with you posted already you will have followed them in. Welcome to the Hall of Evil, and remember Stay Alive! 😏 😎 }\n\n The Hall of Evil: {THE PCs}\n Contact: \n Tamis elfin lady rogue\n Scout: \n Dyeinon halfling ranger\n \nMerianna's Mercenaries: \n Kathris Terall the Thrikreen\nArnat- elven bard, of minor renown- to some\nGorganiean- the Gnoll \n Kalima's Mercenaries: \n Noris- dwarven barbarian\nSilme- skilled human fighter\nKeren- human monk \n \nFrom Vasser: \n D'pat Darkblade- anti-paladin of Dispater\n Torak- priest of Asmodeus -never made it to Norkan " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris gives a snort of dissatisfaction when he walks into the room. At 4'1\", the black-haired dwarf seems rather gruff compared to your normal Dwarf. With a greataxe strapped to his size and rather worn backpack on his back, one might think that Noris just came from a rather enduring expedition from the woods... and he smells just as bad, if not worse.\n\nWhile making his way through the small town of Norkan, Noris had an aura of pure hatred around him. He continued to mutter to himself: \"I hate civilization,\" and, \"I just want to kill them all\" .\n\nWhen Noris finally arrives at the room, he lets out a brief, yet still heavy with fear and anger, sigh of relief. As he enters into the room, his attention turns to the large amount of books that line the room. Five minutes have passed, and yet Noris cannot deter his attention from the vast collection of books. However, Noris is really more confused than amazed.\n Those... things... they seem like the things those wretched humans used when they pulled me from the forest. \n\nNoris finally takes his attention off of the books to give a quick glance to the dark tanned woman. He watches as she gives him a smirk, but all Noris could do in return was a small grunt. Meanwhile, Noris tries with all of his migght not to look at the blond female dressed in leather.\n\nNoris fails to pay attention to the rather older female as she speaks to the group. However, the platinum pieces do grab his attention, as if Norid knew exactly what to do with them. Money. Those wretched humans loved this stuff. Somehow, it is useful to humans and civilization. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "{{Posting to say im here}} Will edit this later on at college too hungover now to do anything :(" }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen clings to the walls and shadows, his movements feral, predatory, almost cat-like. his sword-grip tightens as he eyes his employers warily, sweeping over them with shining yellow eyes that show a cold madness. Glass claws creak as he moves toward the three, near enough for conversation, yet carefully out of range for any attack all but the wizardess might launch. his voice is a calm hiss, quiet aside from the clicking of mandibles. he might as well have been a shadow, were it not for the light reflecting off his eyes and carapace. he looks at the platinum bars with an equal misture of disdain and amusement. \n \"There shall be no need for such things, lady Merianna. Merely show me the prey, and I shall be on my way.\" \n The thri-kreen's eyes dart around the room, taking the details in, while he muses to himself. \n \n\"And so it begins, the greatest hunt the world could offer...\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme Elenac enters behind Noris, content to let the gruff dwarf go in ahead of him in case of danger. Silme had not lived as long as he had by taking foolish chances. He was reasonably tall and very imposing, with pitch black hair and penetrating blue eyes. His black hooded cloak concealed the chain shirt covering his chest, as well as most of his face. At his belt was a black scabbard adorned with sapphires, holding a bastard sword. A small shield was strapped across his back, black steel adorned with his coat of arms, a silver wolf head with blue eyes. He followed Norris as he entered the library, and listened as the dark robed woman spoke. He listened to the thri-kreen, then offered his own reply.\n\n \"If you have no need for wealth, then I will put it to good use. Money begets power, is a means to an end, one that I seek.\" \n\nSilme paused, thinking to himself.\n\n \"Perhaps then I will be able to recover my father's sword, and bath its noble history in blood.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean walks through town with a deliberate pace. The hood of his cloak is pulled low to hide his face, the it's length cannot quite hide his feral feet or the bump caused by his tail. He smiles inwardly at each gasp of horror as they head for the tower.\n\nOnce they are inside the tower he tosses back his hood, shaking his out his mane. His brown fur is spotted with yellow. Scars cover his muzzle, with a prominent one slashing from above his right eye to the middle of his nose. His black leather armor is studded with balls of iron, a battleaxe hangs from his belt, and a shield is strapped to his arm.\n\nHe listens carefully as the old woman speaks. Straining to understand, he has only recently begun to learn Common. Why can't all people use proper language?\n\nWhen Silme claims the thri-kreen's portion of the bounty, he draws his axe then moves to stand between Silme and the Platinum.\n\n\" Grrrrrrrrr. Rowr yip yip rowr rowr. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"If he does not want his bounty, it should be split between Amat and myself!\" \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \"Very well, than. Do with it as you wish, human, I care for it not.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "Tamis walks in through the guarded door with barely a glance at the armoured mecernaries, except a quick glance to see if she approved of their muscles and curves.\n\nShe walks with the air of one who always gets what they want and no one ask's questions because she leads and she is always right and can make snap desicions without hesitation.\n\nShe is wearing a supple armour of leather crafted and shaped it seems to her body, showing all her curves while still allowing her maximum protection as well as manuverability in battle and barely hampering her in her passage at all.\n\nOver her back she has slung a bow which she looks more than ready to use, but no one see's her face. She wears a deep dark green cowl, through which she has no trouble seeing out but does not permit anyone to see in, and if anyone tries to touch it a knife appears in her hand as if by magic and at their throat.\n\n\" Greetings, i am the guild contact on this, sent by them and already knowing Avery. \" Mentioning the other womans name she will send a nod in her direction, \" I have the official guild letter here which WILL be destroyed by ME once i am sure we are all here and i tell you what is in it. \"\n\nWith this said she will sidle over to a corner and lean back against a wall semmingly at ease and watching everyone else as they arrive and judging them already." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna narrows her eyes, and looks at the Gnoll carefully, she speaks slowly so the Gnoll can understand. \"Listen here, 'George'! You are to work together. Too long has the Guild been marked with in-fighting.\" \n\nKalima goes up to Silme and tries to gently take his hand. \"Yes, we need future leaders in are fight against that which tries to take our freedoms from us. We can answer questions, but beyond these walls, and what ever the guildmaster wrote on their for agent Tamis, is to remain secret.\" \n\nWhen Tamis speaks they all listen. Merianna is a little condescending when she looks at the female guild contact, \"Yes. 'Miss Tamis'. Those instructions will be all you need. Avery assured me everything is in place. We merely came together to show you solidarity. Each of us represents an aspect of the empire. I am a Seeker, of the wizard schools. Young Avery is a fine assassin. Kalima serves the merchant fleets. You will be on you own beyond Norkan, but we wanted to give you a map from here and half your pay up front. To aid in your trip. Unfortunately, not much to be said for magic shoppes around here.\" \n\nAvery looks at the pretty guild contact, or at least as much as she can. \"Come on Tamis, show us your face. There is no shame in being here. We accept elves here.\" She will point to a slight fellow {Arnat} that came in with the thri-kreen and gnoll. A man in robes {Keren} is also here with Noris and Silme.\n\nKalima looks to Avery, \"I hope that scout comes. You'll need him in the wilderness.\" Avery gives her a sarcastic grin. Avery is quite pretty, and almost disarmingly so. Those of you experienced with imperial nobles would be used to their great beauty. {Charisma of 25 or more is not uncommon with royalty.}\n\nOOC- Remember, George only speaks Gnoll. I will assume Arnat helps translate at times. Merianna actually speaks and understands gnoll. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "A halfling stalks into the room, dressed in greys and greens. His green eyes glare piercingly around the room, and rather than sit, he leans against a bookshelf, pulls a pipe out of his pack, and begins to smoke, quietly listening.\n\nIf anyone asks who he is, he will simply reply \"Dyeinon\" , leaving others to ask questions." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "\" Even so i would prefer to keep my face in the shadows. Does not everyone conceal at least one secret from others? \"\n\nAt this she will move forward and pocket the platinum before resuming her place at the edge of the room." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat and his companions made a rather interesting sight in the town, a Gnoll, a Thri-kreen, and an elf pulling a wheeled sting bass behind. upon arriving at the tower and realizing that 5 flights of stairs might be a little much to drag a bass up, he leaves it inside the front door. Upon entering the library he begins to feel much more at ease, thinking to himself, \"Perhaps this job won't be quite as weird and demented as it has been so far.\" but upon seeing the rest of the group his hopes are a little quashed. he livens a little upon noticing the money though, especially since it seems some of the others will be skipping their shares. When he signed on to this venture, he didn't know he would have to be a personal translator to a Gnoll, but at least the Gnoll seems to like him somewhat. After listening to the leaders give their speeches, he steps forward, bows to the ladies, and says \"I am glad to serve the guild, and hope my work will be satisfactory.\" then makes a quick remark in elvish to the contact \"I am much heartened to see another of my kind here.\" " }, { "author": "headwarpage", "message": " Keren \n\nA shortish, but muscular, young man with a darkish complexion follows Silme and Noris into the room. Though his head is shaved, he wears rough peasant's clothes rather than the robes of a monk, so it's equally possible that he's some local tough, or just a fellow who's had problems with lice. Unlike the others in the room, he carries no obvious weaponry. Taking in those already present, he steps to the table to claim his platinum before retreating to the edge of the room. Though his face and body indicate patience verging on boredom, his eyes burn with the intensity of some strong emotion." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat Darkblade \n\nA human man walks into the room. At first glance, he appears ordinary. Average height and weight. Brown hair. Black eyes. But something about him draws a second look. Perhaps it is the cold, emotionless look in his eyes. Perhaps it is the easy way his hand rests on the heavy mace attached to his belt. Or perhaps it is the symbol of the Lord of the Second painted on the heavy wooden shield slung over his shoulder.\n\n I was summoned here from my temple and was told to report to the Guild. Even his voice is cold." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme raises an eyebrow as D'pat enters the room. Apparently this was a venture of some significance, for a dark paladin to come. He was obviously a paladin of Dispatar. Silme could recognize such things with ease from his father's training, now so long ago. He decided not to comment for now, but to watch this Darkblade with caution. He moves forward with an easy awareness, stepping up to the Gnoll. Then he spoke, trusting that the beast could understand Common, even if it could not speak it.\n\n \"I assume you have some objection to my claim on the platinum. Very well. We will split it. A bar for everyone save the thri-kreen, and the last for me, because I was first to ask. The other option is ten bars for me and a blade in your belly. Choose wisely.\" \n\nHis hand strayed to the hilt of his sword, rough and unadorned compared to the jeweled scabbard that held it. The scabbard had been made to match his father's sword, which should have been his. Instead it was carried off by the common rabble, and Silme was left with an ordinary blade and a painful reminder of what he had lost. He would find his father's sword, and he would make the land run red with blood in vengeance." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen says nothing, merely sighing - a strange, hissing, clicking sound - and staring at the display before him, watching as his new companions are overcome by greed.\n\nFor him, there was only the hunt. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Old Merianna groans in annoyance at Silme, \"Kalima said you were a smart one! I don't want any threats here. I don't think it will do to have you trying to kill the ones who are trying to help you. Your first payment is 1000 gold pieces each. If the Thri-kreen wants to forego the payment we will hold it until the second installment, come mission completion. I want no unfair advantages by any of you. As I said, it is the utmost importance that you work together! If you don't want the coin you will be considered a friend of the Guild for life, with full benefits, but the passing of bars shall be seen as a donation. We thank you Kathris.\" Old Merianna attempts to click and whirl in the Thri-kreen language, a bit of thanks, but is rather poor at it.\n\nKalima gets some sort of magical message, as D'pat strides gallantly in. She then frowns and relays the message to the others. She speaks mostly to the dark paladin, \"Your fellow neighbor from Vasser will not make it. It appears he ran into some rebel trouble on the way here. You best be wary of that too. They tend to kill Guild associates. The priest Torak will not be joining you all. We will see what we can do. Temples seem to want an arm and a leg for their prized priests. But, we will try to get one to you VERY soon.\" \n\nThe pretty, sexy Avery looks about with magical eyes and smiles, \"Well, we're all here then!\" \n\n{OOC- If the group insists, I can get an NPC cleric to join, but it'll be a rushed job by Merianna, and likely be a chaotic evil priest of Loki. In the meantime I am going to recruit a priest PC for the future!😁\nOOC2- Apparently I missed the OOC post of SandDemon dropping out.😳 ☹️ 😳 } " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon smiles softly, with a disturbing glint in his eye. \"Do not be too hasty regarding the gold. You will be helpless in the wilderness without me.\" \n\nHe puffs for a moment on his pipe before continuing. \"What am I tracking down for you?\" he asks of Merianna.\n\n Such beasts, Dyeinon thinks to himself, But better than the human filth. " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris holds one of the platinum pieces in his hand, silently inspecting the currency as if this is his first time seeing one. However, in comparison to the rest of the beings in the room, Noris pays no attention to the conversations and events that are occurring around him.\n\n Civilized beings, their set of priorities are blinded by their desire for power. \n\nWhen things begin to somewhat quiet down around him, Noris pries his attention away from the Platinum piece and looks up at Kalima.\n\n ''When do I start?\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna looks with a little disdain at the halfling, but covers it up a bit, \"You are tracking tinker gnomes. The guildmaster's message explains it in detail, but they are secretly working with the elves and dwarves and messing with the slave trade. We believe they are designing crafts for kidnapping slaves. Find out what these are and destroy the contraptions if need be. Tinker Gnome cause as much problems as help with their inane inventions. Tamis has been instructed to steal any plans, if she cannot there will still be an extra reward for those who return successfully with possible tinker gnome plans. Kill as many of them as possible, the world is tired of them. The elf bodies... no offense are worth something, so try to keep them intact. Living elves are even more valuable... Those who turn against the empire are fair game for the 'trade'. Same goes to fairies if you happen across them. Anyway, there is a chance for you all to make a lot of gold. Retirement plans are also included with this offer.\" Her smirk tells you all she doesn't expect any of you to make it that far.\n\nAvery chuckles at the uncouth dwarf, \"You can start now if you don't need a priest. We'll send a more reasonable one with you. Perhaps closer to the caves. The temple of Loki is deeply involved with this, so don't piss them off.\" {OOC- Loki is mostly Chaotic Neutral in my world, though some priesthoods interpret him differently.} " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "\" So be it, tinker gnomes are fair play and i will bring back the plans for you do not worry. \"\n\nShe will read the note again, seeing if it ask's us where to start, and once she has that information, and any other relevant information she wishes the party to know she will tell them all.\n\nIncling her head towards Deyion, she will say \" You would be best to lead and track in this venture, and we are asked to start at ______ ((iunsert town name here)) \"\n\nAfter telling everyone what she wants them to know, she will destroy the note by ripping it up and then throwing it into the fire in the library if there is one." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sighs, and collects his own platinum, leaving the thri-kreen's share untouched. More money is always better than less, but he knew to quit while he was ahead. This would still be more than enough gold to buy some better equipment before leaving to kill these gnomes. He spoke.\n\n \"So we go in, killl gnomes, capture or kill elves, and steal gnome plans, smashing anything we can't carry with us. Does that about sum it up?\" \n\nIt wasn't the most interesting mission, but the pay was good. At least it was an interesting crowd. A Gnoll, a dark paladin, a dwarven barbarian. The paladin in particular interested him. He would probably kill him in the end. Good or evil, the world was better off with one less paladin." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " Gnomes, and not humans Dyeinon thinks to himself. Perhaps some humans will get in the way. \n\nDyeinon listens intently to the description of the job, occasionally puffing on his pipe. He looks at the platinum, trying to decide whether to take the money or to get in good with the guild. \"When the rest are ready, I am ready to begin.\" " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat nodded after hearing the description of the mission. Metalcrafters should only bow to My Lord, Dispater. Those who do not.. he smiled evilly annoy Him greatly. I look forward to the chance to destroy those who turn against their rightful Master. \n\nHe picked up the payment and slipped it in his pack." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen shoots Silme a baleful glare from his sharp yellow eyes, almost pinning him to the wall with his gaze. When he speaks, his voice is tinged with an annoyance that sounds as though it could erupt into a cold fury if he is further provoked. \n \"Control yourself and your greed alike, human. No sane man wishes for my ire, I suggest that you do not become the first.\" \n Still standing by the wall, his head turns to face Merianna, the annoyance gone from his voice. \n \"Very well. When are we to depart?\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis' starting town is Norkan, but she knows a couple days walk inland will take you all to the village of Gethry. You are not to do much business in Gethry, and the Guild doesn't want trouble with the King here. You are all to head straight for the neaby caves, leave as soon as the mission is accomplished.\n\nAvery looks at the strong, but smart looking fighter, Silme. \"You got it, soldier-boy. I may even have a special reward for YOU if you get to old Galorine.\" She touches Silme and flashes her enchanting eyes at him, the look of the gorgeous girl makes Silme's heart flutter.\n\nAvery will make sure she gets the handsome paladin's attention before he leaves, all of you will be hurried on your way as soon as you have all the info. Avery whispers something softly in D'pat's ear. It seems to soothe him.\n\n{OOC-- Side note, I allow alternative lifestyles, so if you feel to tell me if your PC might not be attracted to the same sex or anything. For instance the charm of a Nymph would attract straight men and lesbians. Gay men and women might be attracted to an incubus.}\n \nOff to Gethry: \nSo, unless you want to resupply with common items, you are set to head off. Tamis might inform you on a little more info on the way, and then we will begin the journey up the river toward Gethry.\n\nAvery looks at Silme with a sexy smile, but there is something unspoken between the paladin and her.\n\nEach one of you is allowed to take ten platinum bars, worth 100 gold, and can be traded as such if the merchant has the right change. It is a lot for some communities. Though cities have no trouble with the barred currency. " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat nods to Avery and smiles. The smile is the first thing he has done that almost makes him seem human. Almost.\n\nHe turns to the others. To Gethry, then? " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Indeed to Gethry, and i may impart some information en route there. I would recommend Dyeinon and myself taking point, i do not trust anything or anyone, especially roads, no matter there proclaimed status of safety. \"" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme notices Avery's attentions, and notes that he would probably be extremely attracted to her, had his life gone another way. But his heart was long dead, shriveled and black as pitch. He had the distinct feeling that Avery was trying to use him, and he did not like being used.\n\nSilme spoke up, \"I'll take rearguard position. Wouldn't want to be caught offguard.\" His words were vaguely suggestive, but not enough to warrant calling out.\n\nSilme's mind turned back to Avery. Frowning, he had the strangest feeling that he had seen her before, a long time ago. He could not be certain, but he would definitely be careful around her." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \"Very well. To Gethry it is, than. I shall remain apart from the remainder of the company - my place is in the shadows.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " A quick stop at the simple general stores of Norkan, will help supply common items. And military supplies will be fairly traded at the king's fort.\n\nEventually, you are all ready and the party sets out on foot, perhaps with a pack animal, but they are off. Small trails lead all around the country-side and an old peasant trail leads to Gethry.\n\nDM's Marching Order:\n{OOC- Can be altered, I am just feeling this out here, for now, and at other random times in the future.😎 Can be done as 1x1 or 2x2.}\n\n D'pat\nDyeinon\nNoris\nTamis\nArnat\nKeren\n'George'\nSilme\n\nKathris - Will be separate from party in shadows as much as possible " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "{OOC - Marching order works for me, or else I can scout ahead a bit, whichever the rest of the party prefers.}" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "OOC: Looks good." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- I did want to level you guys some, so I am going to push it along. However, one more thing, will be Night Watches. Post your preference, and/or I will make a rough list. If you don't want to watch and trust the others, you can. The elves, of course, only need a brief meditation, so they are always good to have for this. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "{OOC - I'll take early morning watch with whoever wants to get up at 3am with me 😉.}" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "OOC: I'll take first watch, preferably with a non-fighter." }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": "{OOC: Noris can help take the early morning watch with psychoticbarber's character. It just seems natural for him to be in this environment...}" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "{{ OOC I dont sleep 🙂 meditate ftw :P And ill find a tree to be in every night,\n\nand also i'll scout ahead with Dye, or stand with D'pat / behind him. }}" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "OOC: I'll take 1st, get some bass practice before bed...\n\nArnat picks up his money and stores it, and then bows to the ladies, and leaves with the rest. Arnat isn't really used to walking so far pulling his bass with him, but it's what he has to do..." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Marching Order: \nScouts: Dyeinon, Tamis {will drop behind in D'pat in close quarters}\n\nLead: D'pat\nNoris\nArnat\nKeren\n'George'\nSilme\n\nKathris- Will be separate from party in shadows as much as possible\n\n\n Night-watch: \nMeditate all night: {They will need only 1 hour of solid meditation}\nArnat and Tamis\n\nShifts:\nEvening: Silme / Arnat\nBewitching Hours: D'pat- { he needs to pray at night anyway } / Keren\nEarly Dawn: Noris / Dyeinon\n\n{OOC- DM suggested watch, can be adjusted or changed... expect the trip to move quickly... maybe.😉 } " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "{OOC}\n \n Spoiler \nPertinent rolls for scouting...\n Move Silently - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n Listen - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n Hide - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \n\nLet me know if you need others.\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": "OOC - Marching order works for me. If anyone is willing to trust Kathris, he doesn't sleep. Period. So I think it would be fair to have him on watch the whole time, no?" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "OOC: George trusts noone but the thrikreen and amat. He long ago got accustomed to sleeping one hour then watching one hour. So, he will probably keep this pattern." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "OOC: The marching and watch orders work fine for me." }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": "{OOC: Martching order is good for me.}" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "That all works and scouty roles if needed :\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot (1D20+6)[ 11 ] \n Listen (1D20+6)[ 14 ] \n Hide (1D20+7)[ 14 ] \n Move Silent (1D20+9)[ 25 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " On the trail taken by Dyeinon in this region he will notice several golden wolves and even stags that watch from a distance, and flee top speed if ever approached. They are taller and stronger than your normal animals, and clearly reek of celestial influence.\n\nThe day will pass and evening approaches. The lands around Norkan are hilly forests of pine and oak, with a fair amount of berry bushes. Many streams help to maintain a healthy nature-life. Some of you may be more appreciative of this than others. A few signs written in imperial common are posted once and awhile saying don't trespass - someone's - or so-and-so's - land. But, no settler or farmer would dare saying anything to this tough looking band of 'missionaries'. Even the King's soldier patrols avoid the trail to allow all of you to pass.\n\nThe small town of Norkan is already a distant memory of the morning when Merianna appears again. This time with a cloaked dwarf. \"Found a priest! This is Brother Kithas. I believe, Vice Darkblade might be aquainted with him from Vasser.\" \n\n{OOC- I am dropping off the new priest before your first night on the road. Welcome Lochar!}\n\nMerianna will teleport away as quickly as possible, she dares not be seen with any of you.\n\n \nCurrent Marching Order: {OOC- Next time I'll resolve these issues in the OOC thread so I don't clutter our stroy thread.😉 }\nScouts: Dyeinon, Tamis {will drop behind in D'pat in close quarters}\n\nLead: D'pat\nNoris\nKithas- dwarven priest\nArnat\nKeren\n'George'\nSilme\n\nKathris- Will be separate from party in shadows as much as possible\n\n\nNight-watch:\nMeditate all night: {They will need only 1 hour of solid meditation}\nKathris{needs an hour} and Tamis\n\nShifts:\nEvening: Silme / Arnat\nBewitching Hours: D'pat / Keren\nEarly Dawn: Noris / Dyeinon " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat approaches the priest. Yes, I do know you. You serve the Lord of the Ninth, if my memory serves. The comment was more statement than question. You are, of course, welcome here, fellow servant of Hell. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme stepped forward, sizing up the dwarven priest. He finally said, \"So, yet another imbecile whose powers come not from their own skill, but by groveling before the gods and begging for strength. Fantastic. Not to mention that you need to sleep all night to restore your magic, making you completely exempt from guard duty. You had better be worth it.\" " }, { "author": "headwarpage", "message": " Keren \n\nKeren merely nods impassively at the newcomer, a simple acknowledgement of his existence.\n\n((No problem with the marching order or watches, by the way.))" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat sizes up the dwarf skeptically, before finally deciding that he would probably be best to avoid any one who would be considered a servant of hell, but time will tell, and healing is alway nice to have, so he respectfully greets the newcomer." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas pushes the hood of his cloak back, looking over the group. \"I'm surprised you all managed to make it out of a town, much less be trusted with anything.\" \n\nHe pushes a hand through thick black hair, looking skyward and touching at his chest.\n\nHe sighs. \"But, when the church commands. At least you are here, D'pat, I know your hand is steady when it is required.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Not long after Kithas joins the group evening will fall, and Tamis and Dyeinon will return from their scouting. They have found a good defensible place to camp.\n\nOOC- Camp can be made and night will pass.... maybe.😎 } " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sighs and props his gear against a tree, leaning back against it as he watches for anything out of the ordinary. His fingers slide along the length of his scabbard as he thinks about his father's sword, that should now be his sword. No, best not to dwell on that now. He needed to concentrate. Focusing his senses to notice anything unusual, he prepared for a long night.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris places his gear beside a small bush and looks around. Soon afterwards, he moves around to the other side of the bush,removes his armor, scopes out the small area and falls asleep." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas removes his armor before wrapping it in his cloak. He then lays against it, using it as a hard pillow. After giving an eye over the group, he nods to the watch and falls into a light sleep." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean stalks around the perimeter of the camp inspecting everything. He eyes each member of the party with a jaundiced eye. When he is finally familiar with the sound and smells of the camp he settles into one of his fitful sleeps.\n\nHe sleeps for about an hour, then wakes with a start. His eyes have a panicked expression, then slowly he realizes where he his. He then gets up and refamiliarizes himself with camp and sleeps for another hour." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen scarcely pays any attention to the dwarf, leaping up silently to his spot atop a tree. his yellow eyes sweep over the scene, absorbing every last detail as he sits in wait, almost as if he wishes that some... prey would intrude upon the camp. " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat looks around at his companions with a cynical expression. Without a word, he strips of his chainmail and lays it out beside him. He puffs his pack up like a pillow, then turns to those on first watch. Make sure you wake me a few minutes before you fall asleep so I can put my armor back on. \n\nWrapping himself in his bedroll, he falls asleep." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon climbs into his bedroll silently and waits to be awoken." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat slowly looks around the camp before finding a good spot to watch and meditate." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n{{Apologies my connection really sucks atm, and i've lost the link to the OOC thread someone PM it me please?}}\n\n\" Rest easy, i can watch over us once i have had my hour .\"\n\nWith this she will climb into a tree and nestle against its trunk, meditate for the solid hour she needs then keep the state of silent vigel for the rest of the night in the state needed :)\n\nRolls:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb (1D20+2)[ 21 ] \nSpot (1D20+6)[ 23 ] \nListen [roll]1D20+6/roll]\nHide (1D20+7)[ 10 ] \nMove Silent (1D20+9)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "{{Messed one up}}\n\nListen (1D20+6)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Your first nights sleep out in the wilderness is not peaceful. Those of you who had laid down to sleep are disturbed.\n\n{OOC- I allow Medium armor to be worn to sleep in for short periods with no minuses, but part of the heavy armor needs to be removed, if Kithas wants to sleep in his banded mail.}\n\nThe disturbance happens during Silme and Arnat's watch before Arnat even starts his nightly meditation. All of you can act, but will be in the process of getting up... or are already ready. Kathris and Tamis are up as well, and can act immediately. The sounds of wolves howling is suddenly heard as many of the golden wolves charge the camp. A whole pack!\n\nMany of you need only grab your weapon and stand. The wolves have you surrounded and are about 60 feet away! These look like the ones Dyeinon spotted earlier in the day, that spied from afar.\n\nCOMBAT BEGINS:\nPost your action, and die roll with bonuses. I trust you guys. I am letting my players help me with rolling. I will move the battle even if all pcs have not posted, so keep up! This will hopefully be our learning battle, so you can all see how I operate in combat.😎\n\n\nInitiatives:\n 'George' 19+3\nDyeinon 18+3\nSilme 16+3\nKithas- dwarven priest 13+0\nKathris- thri-kreen 7+5\nArna t 8+4\nD'pat 10+1\nTamis 5+5 \n The Golden Wolves \n Noris 4+2\nKeren 1+3 " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nKithas: AC 11, Touch 9. No time to put armor on, but grabbing the shield is easy enough.\n \n\n \"Damn it all, can none of you kill those things from a distance?\" \n\nKithas readies an action to attack a wolf if it gets close to him. Should no wolves attack him but someone is seriously wounded, he will heal them. ((Basically going to delay until after the wolves, unless he gets attacked))\n\n \n Spoiler \nShould the heal be needed...\nCLW: (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n\nWatch me heal for 2!\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \n Spoiler \nDyeinon, AC 17, touch 14, HP 9.\n \n\n\nDyeinon will reach for his bow and stand, firing a single arrow at the nearest Wolf with a clear line of fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Crit Confirm, if Necessary - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Damage - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nAC 20, Touch 13 HP 20\n \n\n\nGorganiean grabs his battleaxe and shield and jumps to his feet, looking for the nearest target.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action to attack any wolf that enters his threatened area.\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n Crit if needed - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n Dmg - (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n Crit if needed - (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSilme AC 18 Touch 13 Flat 15 HP 10\n \n\n\nSilme, being on watch at the time, was one of the first to catch sight of the wolves, and stood quickly, sword drawn and shield readied. He edged closer to the wolves, just aslightly, almost daring them to attack. He would be ready when they did.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme moves 10 feet towards the wolves, and readies himself to strike with his sword if any enemies come within his threatened area.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n CritCheck - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n Damage - (1d10+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Silently, almost lazily, the thri-kreen leaps down from his treetop, homing in on the kill. Four blades rise, and four blades fall, the metal singing through the air as it flies toward his first victim. \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack rolls\n\n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n\nCrit confirmations, if necessary\n\n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n\nDamage rolls\n\n (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Given that you said you allow sleeping in Medium armor, can I pretend I didn't say D'pat took off his chainmail?\n\n With armor: AC 18 touch 11\n Without armor: AC 13 touch 11\n \n\n\nD'pat snarls at the approaching wolves. Come to die, have you? \n \n Spoiler \n Readying an attack if any wolf enters a threatened square.\n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat was just slipping into his meditation when he heard the wolves, immediately two honed daggers appear in his hands, one of which he throws at the first wolf to come into range.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 16 AC 6 HP\n\nAttack roll:\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nIf Crit: (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n\nDamage Roll\n (1d4)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n Grr... How dare I be attacked when I am sleeping! \n\nNoris gets up from his slumber with one of his javelins.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoris will not put his armor, but just throw a javelin at the closest wolf.\nAC=12 (touch=12)\nJavelin: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \nJavelin Damage: (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 17 HP 4\n \n\n\n\" Kill them all \"\n\nWith this she will take aim and fire at a wolf, from staying on her branch as she stated earlier in the thread. {{ if any are left after all the others actions on that shoddy initative roll.}}\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack\n (1D20+5)[ 13 ] \nDamage\n (1D6)[ 1 ] ((I think might be a D4))\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Gorganiean stands and waits with his battleaxe....\n\nDyeinon's arrow shot, as he stands, could be blamed on fuzzy vision as he wakes up. It misses, and he loses track of the arrow in the woods.\n\nSilme readies himself for the wolf rush!\n\nKithas holds for a healing spell... if needed... he does drop into the middle of the group as best he can.\n\nKathris leaps from the tree for his ground attack at the right moment....\n\nArnat holds his dagger until the right moment...\n\nD'pat {the evil paladin, can wear the medium armor, since the player now knows of my rules, though do note I will be keeping track of those sleeping in Medium armor and later discomforts}, he will wait for the right moment of attack as well!\n\nTamis fires an arrow shot and can see she did not pierce the hide of the wolf she fired at. The arrow skips off the tough skin.\n\nThe wolves charge and leap in.... all of those waiting act!\n\nGorganiean batters one with a nasty chop in its back, but can see he didn't fell it. {d:9} His nose tells him there are maybe a dozen wolves attacking... and maybe even a human.\n\nSilme slashes at the wolf as it comes at him, and can see he didn't take a proper stance for the blow only left a scratch on the wolf facing him. {d:3}\n\nKithas still holds back, looking for wounded...\n\nKathris leaps in a flurry of attacks with its strange glass like claws, that flash interestingly in the starlight. The wolf is a little surprised, and maybe scared, but the thri-kreen does nothing to it!☹️\n\nArnat tosses his dagger hard, and scratches the nearest wolf open and coming at him. (d:3} He can see where the dagger fell.\n\nD'pat misses the quite dexterous wolf, as it bounds toward him.\n\nThe wolves then swarm!\nDyeinon is the first to take serious damage, as the wolf comes in and gives him a nasty bite on the side, that leaves him bleeding badly! {d:7}\n\nKithas, who was waiting for this sort of thing, moves in carefully behind Dyeinon to heal the halfling as another wolf bounds at him. Kithas' partial under-armor kept him safe, and Kithas heals Dyeinon for some of the damage he took. {+5}\n\nThe wolves are vicious and unrelenting in their attacks {high DM attack rolls}! Keren, Silme, and Noris are bitten. The rest of you managed to avoid any nips!\n{Keren d:7; Silme d:5; Noris d:6} These golden wolves seem normal to Dyeinon, though they seem to be blessed by gods....\n\n The two elves will confirm anything 'George' might've sniffed out, as they hear a human chanting in the woods! \n\nNoris can actually wail his great-axe into the the wolf biting him! {d:10} His mighty blow puts a gash into the wolf, but doesn't drop it!\n\nKeren punches the wolf near him as hard as he can! He fumbles.... {I do fumbles...😏 } Keren stumbles a little, but manages to not fall back down onto his bedroll.\n\nEnd Round 1------------------------------------------>\n{OOC- Battle is on! Sorry about the delay, but I will definitely be posting tonight for Round 2!}\n\nInitiatives:\n Dyeinon 18+3 hp 7/9\nTamis 5+5\n'George'\nSilme 5/10\nKathris- thri-kreen\nArnat\nD'pat \n The Golden Wolves \n Kithas- dwarven priest \n A human? \n Noris 4+2 hp 9/15\nKeren 1+3 hp 3/10 " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas curses. \"Damn it, you all die, I'm going to be pissed! Buncha low life wolves ain't gonna do you all in, are they?\" \n\nWhen it becomes Kithas turn again, he reaches for the person at lowest health and heals them.\n\n \"My lord requires your life longer, die another day!\" \n \n Spoiler \nCLW: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] And then I'm out! Watch me die. :P\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " In the name of the Dark Lord! D'pat screamed, swinging his mace at the wolf that had dared to attack him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganeian steps to the nearest wolf and wails into him with his battleaxe, snarling with delight at the battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: 5ft step if possible or just take the fewest possible AoOs\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n crit if needed - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n damage - (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n crit if needed - (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " Dyeinon AC 17, touch 14, HP 7.\n\nDyeinon hops away from the Wolf, moving in the direction of his allies {OOC - 5ft Step}, and launches another arrow at the wolf that attacked him\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack Roll - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Possible Crit Confirm - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d4)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nStats block\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 17 Touch 15 FF 12 HP 4/4 Location : Up a tree\n \n\n\nTamis will view the woods to see if she can spot a human\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot (1D20+6)[ 24 ] \n \n\n\nIf she can she will call out its location to the other's in the party, if she can't she will take aim with her arrow and fire it into a wolf that looks uninjured\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1D20+6)[ 25 ] \nDamange (1D6)[ 4 ] \nUse for human or wolf :D\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "{OOC - Spot Check - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] . Disregard if we're not making reflexive spot checks for the \"human?\".}\n\nEdit: 8. You know what? Just disregard it entirely 😦." }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris lets out a loud roar as he smashes his greataxe on the wolf that bit his arm. He soon enters into a massive fit of anger and attacks the wolf again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNoris starts raging:\n+2 Strength\n+2 Con\n-2 AC\n\nPower Attacking the wolf with his axe:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 13 ] \n\nStats:\nHP: 10/16\nAC: 10\n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n \n Spoiler \nNatural 20!\nConfirm Critical:\n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \nIf hits, the damage is x3\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme smiles, his sword dancing through the air. He strikes at the wolf with his sword, and then swings his shield around to smash it across the face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull Attack, with sword and shield. -2 on both due to 2 Weap Fighting. Don't lose AC thanks to Improved Shield Bash.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+2)[ 6 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "[spoiler]\nCrit on the shield bash, X2 damage!\n[/spoiler" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " {OOC- In the Hall of Evil, it pays to be on time. My call time to set is later, so with 7 posts, I feel comfortable putting up the 2nd round. I have found if the battle slows the game too much the momentum can really slow the game's interest. You have to remember these moments are only seconds or minutes in the characters lives. Round 3 will probably be up by tomorrow morning depending on the posts. DM actions will try to keep you alive, but that is all I can say.😎 }\n\n Round 2: \nThe quick little Dyeinon hops away from the wolf firing another arrow. It misses from the action, and he pulls a little bit away. His halfling eyes will spot a human figure in the lowlight of the forest about a 100 feet away. He can't hear a thing with all the banging and clanging.\n\nTamis has a wolf leaping up the tree, and doing its best to climb at her. She gets a better view of the human in robes, he hides behind a bush for cover. He is 100 feet away from the group's center.\n\n'George' is the first to score a kill {or dying blow...}, when he crashes his battle-axe into the wolf he sliced last round. It crumples under the blow, and lays on the ground dying. {one wolf down!} There are more wolves, and he can see another leap at him and take its place in the swarm.\n\nSilme uses excellent training to finish off the wolf trying to get him. He stabs its neck{d:6}, and then crushes it's skull with his mighty shield bash. {d:8} The second wolf is felled in the battle. {~10 wolves to go!}\n\nKathris was only getting warmed up {DM action}, it shows why it should be feared. The thri-kreen whirls its four blades and slices and dices up the poor wolf that chose to attack the large insectoid. {total d: 19 and that was low rolls!} {~9 wolves left}\n\nArnat finds himself already engaged next to his bedroll, so he whips up his scythe and swings hard! {rolled 20 not crit. d:7} He slices a gash in the wolf he already injured, and he can see the golden wolf is bleeding profusely over its golden pelt.\n\nD'pat tries to kill the wolf near him with one blow, but can't. He does manage to leave a nice scratch along one's side.\n\nThe nine wolves attack! Kathris is hit by sheer luck, as a wolf crashes into his side. {d:5}\nArnat is bitten, and can feel that the wolf meant to eat his neck, and not shoulder.{d:3}\nKeren is critically bitten in the neck, and blood spews forth from him! {d:11} The wolf went for the jugular, and has pulled Keren down in a trip move. {grapple defense fails 10+6} The wolf has Keren by the neck, if Kithas moves to heal Keren, the wolf will bite him.\n\nPaused round 2--------------------------------->\n{OOC- A well preverved pelt from these rare golden wolves might be worth something... Tamis, Arnat, Noris{he knows of a certain trade with humans}, and Dyeinon would have this knowledge.}\n\n\nInitiatives:\n Dyeinon 18+3 hp 7/9\nTamis 5+5\n'George'\nSilme 5/10\nKathris- thri-kreen hp 7/12\nArnat hp 3/6\nD'pat \n The Golden Wolves \n Kithas- dwarven priest-- Paused here... \nA human! \n Noris 4+2 hp 9/15 \nKeren 1+3 hp -8/10- Dying \n\n\nOOC- Don't worry Noris your critical will be awesome! " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \"Your life belongs to me, Keran!\" \n \n Spoiler \nHeal him. Concentration check: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n\nHP: 10\nAC: 11, Touch 9\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kithas moves in to heal the felled Keren. He manages to stablize the bleeding, but takes a horrible bite to the side from the wolf as he moves to heal the monk.{+7} Kithas' side bleeds badly.{d:8} The wolf stays over the downed monk.\n\nThe human continues to stay back chanting more to himself softly. He also moves 30 feet closer.\n\nNoris splatters the wolf he battles and cuts it in half as he obliterates it in a spray of goo and blood! {d:46} Noris is covered in wolf blood from that mighty blow, as well as anyone near him.\n\nKeren is down, under the wolf, but stabilized.\n\nEnd Round 2------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\nDyeinon 18+3 hp 7/9\nTamis 5+5\n'George'\nSilme 5/10\nKathris- thri-kreen hp 7/12\nArnat hp 3/6\nD'pat\nThe Golden Wolves\nKithas- dwarven priest hp 2/10\nA human!\nNoris 4+2 hp 9/15\nKeren 1+3 hp -1/10 Stablized " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganeian smiles with sadistic glee as the blood flies. His eyes take on a wild gaze as though he is not himself. He steps toward his next victim, slinging the blood from his ax as he draws back for a home run swing at the wolf.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: another 5ft step if needed\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n crit if needed - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n damage - (1d8+5)[ 8 ] \n crit if needed - (1d8+5)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme draws up from his kill to observe the robed human the others have seen. He shouts to the others, \"Kill him! These beast are likely summoned, or his servants. Kill him!\" He then proceeds to move towards the robed man, avoiding the wolves as best as possible. His training had taught him to eliminate spellcsters quickly, and this robed human was no fighter.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme moves towards the robed man, avoiding AoO's as much as possible by staying out of the wolves' threatened areas.\n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "OOC: Sorry, for not posting earlier, was busy morning and afternoon.\n\nWincing from the pain, he summons all of his anger caused by the pain into the blow, Arnat raises his scythe over his head, and brings it down in an attempt to impale the wolf's head on it's blade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \nDamage (1d6)[ 3 ] \nCrit (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " You're still alive? D'pat snarled at the wolf. Not for long. He swings again, putting all his frustration behind the swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n \"ARRGH!\" \n\nNoris screams out in a massive rage as the wolf falls into pieces under the weight of his ax.\n\nHe turns his head, then charges at the closest and still standing wolf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStill in a rage, Noris charges at the nearest wolf.\n\nAttack (Power Attack: -1 to attack to add +2 to damage): (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nCrit (if needed): (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 18 ] \n\nStats:\nHP: 10/16\nAC: 8\nTouch: 8\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nStats Block\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 17 Touch 15 FF 12 HP 4/4 Location : Up a tree\n \n\n\nShe will shoot at the wolf attempting to climb a tree, stupid creature.\n\n\" The robed man is hiding behind those bushes about 100 feet away! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1D20+5)[ 19 ] \nDamage (1D6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris turns from his latest kill, spinning around on one heel and stepping gracefully toward another wolf, glass arms glinting in the moonlight. In a flurry of glass and steel, he brings the four wicked blades to bear against his enemy. \n \n Spoiler \nAttack rolls\n (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nCrit confirmations\n\n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n\nDamage rolls\n\n (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon attacks a wolf with his sword and misses! {8+4}\n\nTamis merely grazes the wolf trying to get at her, and she can see where this arrow embeds itself in the soft earth below. {d:1}\n\n'George' steps up to another wolf and batters it hard! The wolf yelps loudly in pain. {d:8} {after Silme} This wolf looks really bad and bloody!\n\nSilme wades his way through the wolves avoiding the bites that his movement opened up for. He can make his way about 30 feet from the man. Silme can sort of see him in the lowlight of the stars. He is a tan man with a light brown beard. He wears a green-leaf face on his chest. Silme thinks he looks like a druid, and he probably is one, as he walks along with his staff.\n\nKathris is truly a whirling death trap! He slices up another wolf with relative ease! {near Arnat} This wolf drops as a bloody mess.{7 wolves left!}\n\nArnat misses another wolf with his scythe and shows why his skills are meant to be used for song!😎\n\nD'pat, seems to be having difficulty with his wolf, and can't breath the tough hide with his blade.\n\nThe wolves attack!\nKeren is finished as Kithas has no weapons in hand to stop him. With the wolves eyes' on Kithas it grips Keren's neck with its jaws, and rips it out in a spray of blood that finishes Keren for sure!\n\nThe druid shouts, \"Yes! Yes! Feed on the evil defilers of Nature! They have come to destroy your land!\" \n \nDyeinon is bitten on the leg and pulled down with a trip! The little halfling is really struggling right now! {d:4} See retro round 4\n\nA wolf does give chase after Silme, but can't bite through the fighter's armor.\nThe rest of the wolves are equally ineffective with their bite.\n\nKithas stays back for now firing a crossbow bolt at a wolf. He fumbles, and nearly breaks the wire on his crossbow. {1-2, confirm fumble 6-2} Kithas clearly spent too much time giving devotion to Asmodeus and not in the archery room.\n\nThe druid begins to chant a spell and the ENTANGLES Silme... or attempts to! {13+3 reflex save success!} The vines pop-up right infront of the attacking wolf, so they don't get it, but they wrap around Silme's feet. He does manage to avoid getting trapped and can slowly move toward the druid if he wants. The druid put the entanglement area between him and Silme... the druid also moves back from the approaching Silme.\n\nNoris moves and obliterates the one eating the dwarf's associate who he traveled overland with. The wolf is hit in the back of the neck with Noris' crushing axe, and never knew what hit it. Noris cracks the murdering wolf's neck and it falls teeth first into Keren dead and blood body. {d:18}\n\nEnd Round 3------------------------------------------>\n{Keren is quite dead.... I warned everyone... 😎 }\n\n\n Initiatives: \n Dyeinon 18+3 hp 3/9\nTamis 5+5\n'George'\nSilme 5/10 near Druid\nKathris- thri-kreen hp 7/12\nArnat hp 3/6\nD'pat \n The Golden Wolves \n Kithas- dwarven priest hp 2/10 \n A Human Druid! \n Noris 4+2 hp 9/15 \nKeren SLAIN; throat ripped out by wolf \n\nOOC- If you are editing your posts with die rolls, I'd rather you made the rolls here in my die rolling thread on this site: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27778 " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas backs up out of range of the wolf, scowling at it, all the while reaching into his bag and pulling out a black liquid vial. He quickly quaffs it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHeals 7 HP, here \n\nKithas\nHP: 9/10\nAC 11\nTouch 9\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nStats Block\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 17 Touch 15 FF 12 HP 4/4 Location : Up a tree\n \n\n\nGlad that the wolf isn't trying to climb her tree anymore never the less she will try and shoot it again stopping it from climbing the tree.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1D20+5)[ 7 ] \nDamage (1D6)[ 3 ] \n \n\n\n{{OOC - Are arrows retrivable or once they are fired, broken?}}" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " \"George\" \n\nThe smell of blood thick upon the air, the gnoll's eyes grow even wilder in their stair as a hyena like laughter is heard coming from Gorganiean's open mouth. He slashes viciously at his victim.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStats\nHP: 20 AC: 20 Touch: 13 Flat: 17\n\nOOC: Didn't know if the wolf attacked last round was still up. If so attack the same wolf, if now 5ft step if needed to go to next wolf.\n\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \n crita - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n damage - (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n critd - (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " I am getting tired of you! D'pat cried, determined to kill this wolf.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 6 ] \n\nBTW, D'pat uses a heavy mace, not a bladed weapon.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme decides to strike at the wolf near him, shouting to the others, paricularly the thri-kreen, which seems to be able to hold its own, \"It's a druid! Kill the druid!\" He then slashes at the wolf with his sword, followed by a shield bash over the head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+2)[ 3 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat attempts to give the wolf another slice.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \nCrit (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \nDamage (1d6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Though a thin trickle of green blood issues from his wounds, the thri-kreen makes a supreme effort of will, and the bleeding ceases entirely. Turning toward the druid, he disengages from the wolves and begins to run, half running, half leaping, the excitement of the hunt singing through his veins. Feet rise into the air, smashing down to the ground again with almost no sound, only impact, sending pieces of earth scattering to and fro. In his glass claws are the curved blades that all seem to turn ever so slightly toward the druid, as if impatient for new blood. As he finds his mark, the swords fall in a flurry of steel, and through it, naught but a few words can be heard. \n \"Nature has no place for fools.\" \n \n Spoiler \nUsing a run (x3 will do) action to close in on the druid. TWF rules allow (as I read them) 4 attacks, as it never says that a full attack is necessary, but if it should be kept down to 1, lemme know. Anyway...\n \nRolls \n\nhoo boy, an 8 crit, a 9 crit, and two 10s. These dice like me😁\n\nSoo... that adds up to 54 damage...wow. In the words of zombie hunters everywhere - \"is it dead yet\"?\n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris hears the druid yell as his his ally dies from the deathly grip of the wolf just before he managed to kill it.\n\n RAARGH! HOW DARE NATURE TURN ON ME!!! Noris lets out yet another scream of anger as he turns to the druid.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStill in a rage, Noris will attack the druid, if in range.\n\nAttack (-2 to attack to add +4 to damage): (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \nCritical (if necessary): (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d12+13)[ 24 ] \nCritical Damage: (1d12+13)[ 17 ] \n\nStats:\nHP: 11/17\nAC: 10\nWill: +2\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Retro: Dyeinon actually didn't miss the wolf last round. Instead what happened was he made his way with his little legs toward the human. He would have been near Silme, and in the area of the entanglement, though he is only minorly bothered by the tangles. Dyeinon will be closing even quicker on the human!\n{OOC- The wolf doesn't give chase and stays to fight the group and its attack fails! Therefore Dyeinon avoids getting tripped!}\n\n Round 4: \nDyeinon moves on the druid, slowed a little by the entanglement, but just manages to get him! {d:7} The druid takes a deep gash through his brown robes, and he bleeds badly from his chest.\n\nTamis' footing in the tree is a little wobbly or something. She loses track of that arrow in the woods.\n\nGorganiean will feel a satisfying thud and crunch under his axe as he smashes the next wolf almost in half, his axe came down hard on its back. {5 Wolves Left!} d:22\n\nSilme fights off the entanglement still, and bashes the wolf with his shield. The wolf dodged his sword. This wolf is looking pretty bad. {d:5}\n\nKathris {He gets one attack. TWF is all about bonuses to your penalties, the move action still used up the other attacks.... perhaps we can find a way for him to learn Pounce...}\nHe doesn't make it anyway, for on his hasty charge he becomes embroiled in the entanglement area. {refles save 6+6}\n\nArnat fails, and hits the wolf's tough hide!\n\nD'pat seems cursed by this blessed wolf! He misses entirely, as the wolf seems to be toying with him, jumping back and forth and all around.\n\nThis wolf makes a dramatic leap at Tamis in the tree and nips her leg! The wolf actually fails to pull Tamis out of it, but causes her so much pain that she slumps into a heap on the branch she was perched on. {d:6} Tamis is dying, but at least caught herself in the tree.\n\nSilme is also taken down! The wolf bites him and Silme falls. This wolf will probably look to eat him in the Entanglement.\n\nThe other three wolves aren't so lucky or the armor or quickness helped those attacked. {D'pat, Arnat, Kithas}\n\nKithas can easily back away 5 feet and find a safe place to quaff a healing potion. He feels much better. Though a wolf does find him interesting...\n\nThe druid backs away from Dyeinon, it also sees Kathris about to break free of the entanglement next round. It activates a ring and changes to a large golden stag. It then bounds a total of 60 feet away from Dyeinon.\n\nNoris {is no where near the druid, so he...} roars and kills another wolf, this one had just knocked out their contact, Tamis! Noris knocks the head off clean, and thinks this hide could get a good price if he can keep most of the blood from pouring out and staining the pelt. d:41\n{4 wolves left! Their morale is shaken!}\n\nEnd Round 4------------------------------>\nSilme and Tamis are still alive, but dying. Tamis is in a tree, and Silme is in the entanglement area near Kathris.\n\nInitiatives:\nDyeinon 18+3 hp 7/9\n Tamis 5+5 DYING -2 hit points \nGorganiean\n Silme -1/10 now dying! \nKathris- thri-kreen hp 7/12\nArnat hp 3/6\nD'pat\nThe Golden Wolves\nKithas- dwarven priest hp 9/10\nA Human Druid! The Golden Stag\nNoris 4+2 hp 9/15\n\n \n{ALL- Keep track of charges, and arrows, and coinage < YOU carry >. This is the honor system here. I have an idea of what you have, but sometimes, I can be off with all my PCs.} " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme struggles to regain consciousness, or at least avoid the cold embrace of death.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling d% to stabalize myself, someone heal me please! Stabalize on 91-100.\n\n Stabalize - (1d100)[ 50 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Artan grunts, annoyed that he can't seem to hit this wolf, but at least he isn't getting hurt. He swings again at the wolf\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \nCrit (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \ndamage (1d6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas scowls at the running stag, plucking off a crossbow bolt at it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20-2)[ 5 ] \nCrit Confirm: (1d20-2)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d8)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Now totally enthralled in the madness of battle, \"George\" steps to the closest wolf and lets loose another swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: 5ft step if needed..etc\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n crita - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n damage - (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n critd - (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \n Spoiler \nSince entanglement doesn't say anything about jumping... if you rule that it can't be done, tell me before the next round, and I will edit, just give me time.\n \n\n Kathris glares at Silme, clicking his mandibles in annoyance. \n \"Pathetic.\" \n he steps over to the fallen fighter, sheathing two of the swords, and hoists him onto his thin, yet incredibly strong frame. Legs tense, muscles are pulled taut, and the thri-kreen makes a nigh-superhuman jump, leaping away from the enchanted vines, carrying Silme. \n \n Spoiler \nMaking my 20 foot move to go to/pick up Silme/sheathe swords, and then jumping. I'm going out on a limb here and assuming that my jump check will get him out of the area... basically shooting for as far as the check allows, really.\n\nRoll is here .\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " Dispater give me strength! D'pat screams, swinging with rightous fury.\n\n \n Spoiler \n This wolf is really annoying me. Smite Good!\n Attack: (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n Damage: (1d8+4)[ 8 ] \n\nIf the wolf isn't good, despite the hints, take 2 off the attack and 1 off the damage.\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon will grimly swing his sword again, attempting to finish the druid off quickly.\n\n Attack Roll - (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n Possible Confirm Crit - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris watches the wolf drop down under the pressure from his ax. Breathing heavily, Noris tries to make hisway to the druid, attacking any other wolf on the way.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoriswill attack the nearest alive wolf, but would try to move towards the druid (still raging, 4 rounds left).\n\nAttack (-2 attack to add +4 to damage): (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nCrit (if needed): (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d20+13)[ 17 ] \nCrit Damage: (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \n\nStats:\nAC: 10\nHP: 11/17\nWill: +2\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon gives chase of the Golden Stag, but can't charge through the brambles and brush on the hillside. He can reach near the Stag, but can't attack.\n\nTamis continues to slow in breath in the tree, and she doesn't stablize.\n\nGorganiean sends this injured wolf to its death! {3 wolves up!}\n\nSilme continues to bleed... the wolf about to eat him notices that the tide is turning...\n\nKathris can jump, he just needs to break free of the entanglement. He pulls strong against the viney entanglement, and leaps out of the entangled area. He gets over 10 feet up, but also leapt back some to get out of the entangled area. {Roughly Angled Jump, talk to Mr Pythagoras.} Kathris makes his way toward Silme who is close-by. The wolf takes note of the Thri-kreen's approach.\n\nArnat aids D'pat, and adds a minor scratch to the wolf the paladin of Dispater fights.\n\nD'pat swings and misses! For some reason the druid's Nature gods seem to have cursed his sword!\n\nThe last three wolves turn tail and run! The one about to eat Silme, gives a lick of blood for taste on Silme's bloody body, and then sprints away, knowing the Thri-Kreen would catch it if it tried to drag the downed fighter.\n\nKithas crossbow shot is too far away, and really bad. He hits a tree close-by and buries the bolt in it.\n\nThe Druid as a golden stag turns into high gear and sprints nearly 250 feet away into the dark woods. Dyeinon can barely spot the golden stag, as it tries to head off down the slope of this hill.\n\nNoris moves toward the others and the entanglement, and can see Kathris going to Silme.\n\nEND COMBAT-------------------------->\n\n{OOC- You all can give chase, and surely Dyeinon can track the hastily retreating druid, but here combat is over. The wolves howl as they flee. Kithas can stabilize the two dying PCs, as Tamis is carefully brought out of the tree. An unconscious elven lady, she'd be quite valuable to many in this condition in the red light district of old Galorine. Though you don't want to piss off the Guild... she IS a member, which is rare. Few elves would even consider joining the human Thieves Guild.} " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas will stablize the two nearly dead players, after someone retrieves Tamis from the trees.\n \n Spoiler \nHeal checks are here. \n\nWhat HP are they at?\n \n\n \"What idiots. Don't die on me, or I'll make you wish you'd died.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "I'll try to stabalise and if it fails, ill wait for the healer :)" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kithas can stabilize Tamis and Silme.\n\nTamis will be at -5 hp.\n\nSilme will actually stabilize on his own in the Entanglement the following round as Kathris gently picks him up. Silme is at -2. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" is fully taken with the lust of battle and doesn't notice wolves leaving. He continues to hack away that the carcases around him, then begins to calm as he tires. He then carves some meat from one of the wolves, licks the blood from his axe, and enjoy some fresh meat." }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris stops his rant breathing heavily. Looking down as the dead wolves all over the ground.\n \"How dare that druid run like that. How cowardly. DO YOU HEAR THAT? COWARD!\" \n\nHe looks at the dead wolf again and decides that it would be a good idea to keep skin. However, he is too tired now, so it can wait until the morning.\n\nThe dwarf looks to the rest of the party, or at least the members that are still alive. He waits for their reply as to what to do next." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \"Patience, dwarf. he who runs from his enemy.. is merely killed in their sleep. Think no more of it.\" " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n \"I like your thinking...\" " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"I can follow these tracks, if that's what we decide, but we should decide quickly, before the trail has a chance to grow cold.\" Dyeinon says quickly, subtly demanding an answer." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Looking up to notice the wolves gone, Arnat sighs, then sits back down on the ground and begins meditating, as if nothing happened." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean tears another piece of meat from the wolf, then stands and walks to the thri-kreen. He offers it to him, \"Yip woof woof yip.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTranslation: It is tough but good flavor. Let us follow them. It has been a long time since I enjoyed human flesh.\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \"There shall be time for your feast later. For now, the hunt awaits.\" \n With that, the thri-kreen motions to Dyeinon to follow the tracks, and begins to follow silently after him. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \"If we're going to chase that druid, I can get these two up on their feet. But they WILL owe me. And I do collect.\" Kithas looks at the others of the group, as he begins strapping on his armor." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"The sand is falling, comrades,\" Dyeinon says quickly, \"Time to decide.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " It seems most of the group is wounded or unable to move. It might be best to let the druid/stag go. If some of you want to chase, that is totally cool. I'll probably run a split post while those of you who give chase. It won't be a rounds-type of chase, it may turn into hours, the stag can't sprint forever. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"You, you, and you;\" Dyeinon points at Noris, Kathris and Keren, \"Come with me. We're going Stag hunting.\" Dyeinon grins and turns to the tracks.\n\n{OOC: Taking 10 on a Survival roll gives me a 17 for Track. Unless we're tracking this thing over rock, I'm probably okay.}" }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat nods, knowing he would not be of use in tracking, and his combat skills seem to have deserted him.\n\n I will stay and tend to the wounded. They will be useful later. He turned to Kithas. Of course, they could be useful dead, as well... " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kesnit \n D'pat nods, knowing he would not be of use in tracking, and his combat skills seem to have deserted him.\n\n I will stay and tend to the wounded. They will be useful later. He turned to Kithas. Of course, they could be useful dead, as well... \n \n\n \"At the moment, they're more use alive than dead. Should they not wake before long, that can change, D'pat.\" \n\nKithas pulls his armor back off, seeing as how he won't be chasing after the stag. \"Give them until our intrepid trackers return before we do something with them.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" retrieves his battleaxe and shield then takes up a watch over the injured party members. \"HOOOOOWWWWLLLLL\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTranslation: May the hunt be fast and fruitful\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen pulls two swords out of their sheathes, tossing them into the air, watching the moonlight reflect off the curved steel blades, before catching each in his glass claws. he moves behind and apart from the halfling in silent leaps and bounds like some wild beast, letting his keen eyes guide him through the wilderness. " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris turns to the Halfling who wants to go after the druid.\n\n \"You wilderness expertise seems to be useful. We shall give chase.\" \n\nNoris starts to sniff around and tries to help the halfling find tracks.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoris will also attempt a survival check to add a circumstance bonus to Dyeinon's check.\n\nSurvival: (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n\nHowever, since the Druid ran away as a stag (animal), and if such a form would fall under the idea that it can be tracked as an animal, then can the +2 be added for the favored enemy? If yes, add an additional to to the check result.\n\nSniffing is just for effect. It really doesn't do anything.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "\" Oof, my leg hurts profusley and it feels like someone whacked me over the head with a sap, i thank you for rescuing me, and if you don't mind i'll return to my perch from which i can see and try to forewarn us of any danger. \"\n\nShe will head up a tree - 20 ft high hopefully so nothing can jump at her and look all around keeping alert for signs of any potential threats. If possible she will hide in an attempt to gain some concealment as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb : (1D20+3)[ 23 ] \nHide : (1D20+8)[ 16 ] \nSpot : (1D20+7)[ 18 ] \nListen: (1D20+7)[ 27 ] \nEDIT - well thats a waste of 2 natural 20's :P\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moans, then staggers to his feet. He picks up and sheaths his sword, and then says, \"Well that could have gone better. Anybody have a healing potion to spare?\"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas looks at Silme, noting how bruised and battered he is. \"I collect on my debts.\" Reaching into his bag for a moment, Kithas pulls out a vial with a black liquid in it. He offers it to Silme.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRoll your own drink, Silme. it's a CLW potion.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme takes the flask and nods. \"And I pay mine,\" he says, sniffing the liquid, then drinking it down. He then fingers the hilt of his sword, lost in thought. He whispers to himself, \"I pay mine.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPotions are at minimum caster level, which is 1 for CLW. Thus the +1.\n CLW - (1d8+1)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " After the Druid: {Dyeinon, Noris, Kathris, and George}\nDyeinon notices that the bloody Keren doesn't follow and the human is still laying prone with his neck and jugular missing.\n\nMorning will come on Dyeinon's hunt before he senses the druid is near. A dense and old growth forest, near an ancient shrine to the Green Man, some call him Obad-Hai {religion in my home-brew world is fluid, connecting some of the faiths}. The Green-Shrine is well-hidden, and only Dyeinon will spot it. But there is a clump of trees, and there may be more things here. Dyeinon and George definitely sense trouble.\n\n\n Encampment: {Brother Kithas, Vice D'pat, Arnat, Silme, and Tamis}\nMorning will safely arrive with still no sign of your companions. You can all respell, and be off to a rendevous point, if you will. Tamis knows the area by map, so she has an idea of the direction... though hopefully Dyeinon will track the rest of you down by dinner-time.\n\nOOC- For now the rest of the party will continue toward the village of Gethry. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon will motion for the others to halt and be quiet. Hiding in the brush, he finds a small rock nearby and hurls it at the small grove, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction.\n\n Hide Check - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n[roll=Attack Roll (if necessary)]1d20+6[/roll]\n\nApparently it didn't like these rolls. Will roll again." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " Hide Check - (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \n Attack Roll - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] (If necessary)" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas straps on his armor the next morning, and then looks to the remaining group members. \"Let's strip Keren of anything useful, and then move. We don't want to attract any more predators, and when we get to Gethry, it will be much easier to find our wayward trackers.\" He motions to Tamis. \"Point us in the right direction.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" gathers his gear, then approaches their dead comrade. He uses his ax to take a few strips of meat from his thigh. As they begin moving he slowly eats the meat." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas raises an eyebrow at George. \"Thankfully monks have a tendency to eat very healthy, so there isn't any chance of you poisoning yourself with that.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" lets out a hyena like laughter and smiles at Kithas's statement. \" Huuuuumaaaaan beeest. \"" }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris moves into the shadows of the nearby trees, such as they are, watching intently, waiting for the battle to begin - if the prey is truly to be found here. \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSpot\n\n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n\nhide\n\n (1d20+9)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Very well \"\n\nWith this Tamis will strap on her equipment, and with her bow unslung walk in the direction of Gethry." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat gets up, stretches, gathers his weapons, and heads out with the others towards Gethry" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moves over to Keren's corpse and ,rumaging through his pockets, finds nothing of much of value other than some shurikens and his payment of platinum. Silme says, \"I'll carry Keren's platinum until we can split it among the entire group. If anyone wants these shurikens, they can take them.\" " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris puts his scale mail back on after carrying it while he was giving chase after the druid.\n\n \"I hope we find that druid soon, so then I can have my ax slice right through him!\" \n\nHe gives a grunt of satisfaction for just the thought of the druid collapsing under his strength.\n\nNoris turns to the rest of the hunting party and waits for the signal to move on." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat Darkblade \n I feel the same, D'pat said with a sigh. I owe him for humiliating me. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " {OOC- Edit: Noticed Noris change! Change coming!} \n The Druid's Grove: {Dyeinon, Kathris, Noris, and George}\nDyeinon and Kathris take the lead going into the dark wood, George guarding the rear. It is quiet, too quiet, as if the woods are watching you....\n\n\n \nThe Journey to Gethry: \n{Brother Kithas, Vice D'pat, Arnat, Silme, and Tamis}\nThe landscape turns to hills and forests, with a few small valley streams that must be stepped over or waded in the morning. In all it is a very beautiful sunny day, if you can enjoy that sort of thing. With the deer and other wild game out in view at times. They do flee as your noisy humanoid group approaches.\n\nYou will all be on watch since you are low party members, and golden wolves have already attacked you.\n\nYou are all waiting when something grunting and growling comes charging at you all from the underbrush! It is the largest boar any of you have seen, and is bigger in girth than Arnat and Tamis! It is about 40 feet away when all of you see it charging out of the brush!\n\n{OOC- Remember, some of you may be injured still. I did not see that Kithas healed any of you up for the day! I'll consider retro's, but then Kithas would be low on spells now! 😎 }\n\nInitiatives:\n Tamis 19+5\nSilme 17+3\nArnat 14+4\nKithas 16+0 {PLESE UPDATE PC sheet, you are now second level... note: OOC post}\n Human-sized Boar! \n D'pat 4+1 \n\nOOC- Be ready druid forest people, I'm about to hit you with something too! 😁 " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" has his axe and shield at the ready. He looks over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure they aren't followed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n Listen - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "((OOC: 1: I had no more heal spells the day before. 2: I don't have easy access to everyone's sheets to know what HP they're at anyways. Someone want to link them for me? Also, they each regained 2 HP for resting. 3: I thought 'George' was with the non-tracking party? Eh, oh well. 4: Updated character sheet now.))\n\nKithas primes himself for the attack, holding off until if the creature attacks him, to attack back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If charged. \nGod, my rolls suck\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme smiles in grim determination. he takes a step to the side of the boar's apparent path, preparing to strike it as it passes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5 foot step to the side of the boar's charge, preferably in the direction with the fewest party members. Ready action to attack it with my sword if it comes in range. Also, would I still get an AoO if it runs past me? I'll roll for it, but if I don't, ignore it.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n Crit - (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n Damage - (1d10+2)[ 3 ] \n AoOAttack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n AoOCrit - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n AoODamage - (1d10+2)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nIf theres a tree within move turn distance, i'm going up it, so hopefully the boar wants someone on the ground, and ill shoot it, if its too far away to allow me to get a standard action i'll back off as far as i can and then let rip with an arrow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb if needed (1D20+3)[ 8 ] \nAttack (1D20+5)[ 17 ] \nDamage (1D6)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat casts Summon Instrument." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat readies his weapon and will attack if the boar comes close to him. Otherwise, he will approach the boar and attempt to flank the monster. If the movement still allows me to attack, he'll attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet's see if the dice like me yet...\n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The Druid's Grove: {Dyeinon, Kathris, Noris, and George}\nDyeinon leads the four pursuers into the dark green grove. The trees are close together... too close together...\n\nSuddenly grass, and vines leap up and grab you all. Dyeinon seemed to see the vines coming, and he is merely slowed within the ENTANGLED area. Kathris, \"George\", and Noris are tightly wrapped.\n{OOC- Kathris could probably leap up into the branches above the Entangled area... if he can break out. 😉 }\n\nReflex Saves:\n Success\nDyeinon 13+7 \n Failed: ENTANGLED\nKathris 3+6\nNoris 5+4\nGeorge 3+3 \n\nSomewhere ahead, maybe 60 feet, Dyeinon can sense the human... and another forest creature. Most had been slain, but Dyeinon knew about the legends of Dryads... up til now he probably avoided any rumored Dryad Groves, but now he had back-up. And he knows that they were somehow closely linked to ancient trees. Probably the oldest tree in the Grove. {OOC- Noris has heard of Dryads, and links them close to fairies... many people don't believe in fairies, in this human dominated fantasy world. ☹️ }\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5\n\"George\" 12+3\nNoris 10+2\nDyeinon 5+3\n\n\n\n On-Route to Gethry: {Brother Kithas, Vice D'pat, Arnat, Silme, and Tamis}\nTamis moves like a ninja, and gets up the tree firing off a quick shot. The hide of this man-sized boar is tough and the arrow bounces off!\n\nSilme holds... his sword ready...\n\nArnat casts a spell and summons an instrument... {OCC- What kind? I didn't notice that you didn't have one... Didn't want to be the typical bard with a lute on his back, eh?🙂 }\n\nKithas will have to step toward Silme....\n\nSince Silme is presenting himself as a target... {it seems} the Boar charges Silme. {OOC- Its not an AoO... I rerolled... 😉 13+5 hit d:12} Silme crashes down on the boar's back. The sword does split the monster's hide, but before Silme's eyes the boar's flesh heals and pulls itself back together. There is only a minor scratch left compared to the gash left by Silme. {OOC- basically DR}\n\nKithas moves in{OOC- I rerolled him too... since I moved you in to attack... 5+2 same result... this can be retro'd}, his attack misses.\n\nD'pat {OOC- Last DM reroll... 😉 still missed with Flanking bonus even... 17 wasn't good enough.☹️ } moves in to the boar's rear and thunks its backside, but causes it no harm.\n\nEnd Round 1----------------------------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4\nSilme\nKithas 16+0\nHuman-sized Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "(OOC: Arnat plays a String Bass, works well as a shield too...)\n\nArnat takes his bass, takes a five foot step away from the boar, and begins to play an energetic melody.\n\n(OOC: Inspire Courage)" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "(OOC: Don't need to retro, that's alright. BTW, this is a wereboar, isn't it? 😛)\n\nTaking a five foot step away from the boar and behind Silme. \"Keep fighting it.\" he says as he places his hand on Silme.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW. (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nSeeing the arrow do nothing she will drop to the floor, and attempt to double move move silent behind the boar - so she can sneak attack the beast next round.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTumble dropping to the floor (1D20+5)[ 17 ] \nMove Silent (1D20+9)[ 27 ] \nHide if needed (1D20+8)[ 26 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" struggles to break free of the roots.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStrength check to break free\n (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": "((right, he had the child of shadow stance beforehand, so...))\n\n Tensing, Kathris forces his way out of the vines, the excitement of the hunt singing through his veins, glass claws and steel daggers flashing in the morning sunlight. he focuses his eyes on a nearby treetop, and attempts to leap. Once there, he will leap once more toward the trees ahead. If he can make it to the druid, he attempts an attack. \n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the bizzaro description, but I don't know if any of the jump checks will succeed, if he can see the druid, if he can get there etc.\n\nUsing Sudden Leap to get up to the tree (swift action), another, regular jump to get back down and hustle/run/whathaveyou toward the druid if I can see him, and Wolf Fang Strike (replace TWF with MWF, so four weapons) if I get there.\n\nRolls are here \n\n\nDoh! Strength check, right, sorry... look for the post after the linked one for it.\n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris gives a small roar of displeasure as his feet were entangled by the vines. With his ax in hand, he tries to break free.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStrength Check to break free:\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n\nDon't forget that dwarves get a racial +2 to saves against spells, but that won't make a difference for the first reflex save to get out of the spell.\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "With his reduced speed, Dyeinon decides to scramble up into a tree (I'm assuming they're very close together) to avoid the vines.\n\n{ Roll }\n\nIf he has any movement left he plans to use his climbing skill to move from tree to tree in the direction of the druid.\n\nEdit: If he has to jump, I can do that too 😛." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, dismayed by the pitiful effect his attack had on the boar, drops his shield and swings with all his might at the foul creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme drops his shield, reducing his AC to 17, then attacks with his sword in two hands.\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n Crit - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n Damage - (1d10+3)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Doh, I forgot the Boar's charge!\nThe boar tucks it's tusks as it collides with Silme, and lifts up the man's chest armor, goring him with a slash on his belly! {d:10} Silme is bleeding badly!\n \nBoar Battle: \nTamis slips out of her tree, and disappears from all of your views... mostly because you are fighting the mean boar. She is moving in for a nasty strike!\n\nArnat begins to sing an inspiring song with his magically-appearing standing bass, he is backed away from the battle, but the boar's intelligent looking eyes peer at the bard in annoyance. {Bard Music+1}\n\nSilme stands his ground and even with the bard's music inspiring him, his attack fails!\n\nKithas steps behind Silme, and heals him with a mere touch. {+9} At this the boar snarls loudly... it begins to change shape! As it steps five feet from Silme!\n\nBefore all of your eyes this beast begins to change shape! It becomes more humanoid, until it is standing on two legs. It still looks like a boar with tusks and all, but there is certain human qualities, especially in its eyes. It is looking right at Kithas!\n\nNone of you have encountered this, but all of you as children would heard of the curse of Lycanthropy, but usually it was associated with rats and wolves... never boars! Something about silver....\n\nD'pat crashes down onto the monster with his blade as the boar changes form. {16+6 d:11} His strong blow barely scratches the creature after it the wound closes again!\n\nEnd Round 2------------------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas 16+0\nHuman-sized Boar!\nD'pat 4+1\n\n \nDruid's Grove: \nKathris {OOC- Since I still know little of the class, the description means nothing to me, but I'll assume by shadow it means that the vines can't get him, what else does it do?} He leaps into the trees, and can also sense where the shadows of a human in the woods are...\n\nGeorge strains at his bonds and fails to break them!\n\nNoris breaks free and can now slowly make his way towards the hidden creatures. {Oloknot: Thanks for the reminder...}\n\nDyeinon deftly climbs a tree and can also get a better view of the man hiding in the shadows. He can tell it is indeed the druid, he is now in his human form.\n\nKathris feels as if the trees are trying to charm him, but he shakes off the effect, especially since it was the trees that attacked him! {Will save 11+6+5 for attacking first!}\n\nAs Noris tries to make his way out of the Entangled area, he feels a chill wash over his armor. Dyeinon and Kathris will have heard the hiding man casting a spell. Noris can feel his armor getting colder by the second! {No ill effects yet!}\n Will save failed:\nNoris 8+1+2\n \nEnd Round 1---------------------------->\n{Dyeinon and Kathris are closing on the druid!}\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5\n\"George\" 12+3 ENTANGLED\nNoris 10+2- chilled armor\nDyeinon 5+3\nForest and Druid " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, recognizing the foul creature now, grabs his shield from the ground and shouts to the others, \"Silver should pierce its hide. Such creatures are dangerous, but not invincible. If anyone has such weapons, now would be the time.\" He then settles himself into a defensive stance, wary of the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPick up shield and total defense. AC 22.\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat snarls, but thinks quickly. I don't have silver. But I do have something more powerful - the strength of my god. \n\nHe reaches out and grabs the monster. Feel the wrath of Disparter! \n \n Spoiler \n Deadly Touch - touch attach. Negative energy\n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n Damage: 4\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \n Spoiler \nIt's a stance, meaning it's constantly active. I can have up to one stance up at a time for now, and can activate/deactivate/switch between them as a swift action. This particular stance (Child of Shadow) gives me concealment for the rest of the round whenever I move 10 feet or more.\n \n\n The thri-kreen raises his arms, grips the branch with his clawed feat, and makes a leap off the tree, flying through the air and toward the druid as fast as his legs would allow. Shadows boil up from the ground beneath him, enveloping him in a fluttering field of shadows, obscuring him from the world. Suddenly, as he nears the human, the prey, his quarry, two blade split the shadows asunder, singing down through the air and toward the druid. \n \n Spoiler \nJumping down and running (x4) toward the druid. Using Wolf Fang Strike (the shadows are automatic) to attack with two weapons. Unfortunately, I take an additional -2 penalty for using it...\n\nCharging, giving him +2 to attack, and -2 to AC until the end of his turn.\n\nJump check\n\n (1d20+45)[ 47 ] \n\nAttack rolls\n\n (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n\nCrit confirmations, if needed.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nDamage rolls\n\n (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Thri-Kreen Retro only:\nKathris was ACTUALLY entangled, he is concealed, but still in the area of effect. He is however, very strong, and does manage to leap up with great effort. He leapt up, and is in the trees out of the area of effect, but has NOT moved forward. 😎\n\nOOC- If enough post, I'll put up the next round tonight... if not, tomorrow morning!🙂 " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \n Spoiler \nUnderstood. That was last round that he jumped, so he still gets to jump down/charge/attack this round, right?\n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris feels a chill through his spine as his armor begins to get cold. The faster I kill it, the warmer I get. \n\nNoris lets out a large roar as he puts his ax away and attacks with a javelin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoris will try to get as close to the enemy as he can (about 15 feet) and throw a javelin. If the enemy is still not within range, Noris will take a -2 penalty on his attack for a range over 30 ft and an additional -2 for every 30 feet after that.\nAttacking (Javelin):\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nCrit: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nStats Block\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 7\nAC - 17 T - 15 FF - 12\n \n\n\nTamis will move into position behind the boar and attempt to plunge her silver dagger into its back, if she has any move left and can back off without provoking an AoE she will :)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1D20)[ 3 ] + any flanking or \"invisible\" Bonus and this is to hit its AC without any dex bonus\nDamage (1D4)[ 2 ] \nExtra Damage (1D6)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "Rolls because you can't roll into an edited post 😳\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1D20)[ 16 ] + any flanking or \"invisible\" bonuses\n (1D4)[ 2 ] \n (1D6)[ 1 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Furious that he can't break free \"George\" chops at the vines and roots with his ax and continues to attempt to escape." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas takes another 5' step, attempting to keep Silme between him and the were creature. He heals Silme again ((if he needs it, not sure if he does or not)).\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW (1d8+2)[ 3 ] Gonna roll a one or a two this time\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Druid's Grove: \nKathris moves forward swiftly, and with amazing ease among the tree branches, he is poised about 20 feet away and about 10 feet up from the druid now, and can see the hiding man a little better. The druid does take notice of the deadly insectoid above him. {OOC- Most of the entiire area is entangled, so Kathris should stay up in the denseky packed trees for now. He is now out of the Entangled Area, but will have to jump down and move on the druid next round.}\n\nGeorge spends a round of hacking the vines and branches wrapping him up, he manages to free himself, but is still slowed while in the area of Entanglement.\n\nNoris has to pause in the entanglement to make a throw this round. Even with such far distance{-4} the javelin toss is accurate, and slices hard into the druid's side. Kathris watches as the druid's robe is sliced open even hiding behind the bush. {d:10} Noris threw the javelin right through the light cover and such a distance! The javelin left a nasty slash, and might've killed the druid had it hit him in the heart.\n\nDyeinon sets up in the tree and tries to make a difficult bow shot, but misses, and loses the arrow somewhere nearby the druid. {DM action}\n\nThe druid retreats back looking a little frightened at the Thri-kreen coming for him from above. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a potion and drinks it quickly, it heals SOME of Noris' damage.\n\nNoris meanwhile begins to feel his armor icing up, it is beginning to hurt. {d:2}\n\nKathris feels the forest talking to him and has to attempt to shake off a suggestion this time. \"Please stop.\" {13+6-1 reasonable +1 bard} Kathris shakes off that, and can keep going.\n\nA tiny green arrow comes out of a hidden location in the trees, and bounces off Kathris' tough chitin.\n\nEnd Round 2------------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\n Kathris 16+5\n\"George\" 12+3 slowed\nNoris 10+2- chilled armor hp 18\nDyeinon 5+3 \n Druid and Forest Friends \n \nRoad to Gethry: \nTamis finds she might not have the strength to plunge into the monster's tough hide.\n\nArnat moves to an even safer position away from melee, but continues to inspire all of you to greatness! {DM action}\n\nSilme settles in for total defense. The fighter notices that the monster is eyeing Kithas.\n\nKithas can hold his healing for now, for Silme is mostly healed up... he does move to a safe postion... {holding to heal}\n\nThe were-boar makes a move around Silme to attack , this allows the trained fighter to get an attack of opportunity. Unfortunately, Silme's normal blade does NOT do enough damage to over come the resistance. {d:8} The boar closes in on the priest, and manages to slash the divine caster with his mighty claw! {d:13}\n\nKithas can step back five feet and heal himself! {+3}\n\nD'pat moves alongside Kithas, {in hopes to draw attention?}, as well as to cause the creature unholy wounds. The were-board snarls, as he feels divine energy flow from D'pat, and leave a black mark on the boar's flesh. D'pat killed a portion of the monster's skin. {d:4}\n\nEnd Round 3------------------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\n Tamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas 16+0 hp 7/17 \n Were-Boar! \n D'pat 4+1 " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Silme drop your sword and catch this, its made of silver and will affect this creature, i can't find the strength to plunge through to its hide. \"\n\nWith this she will throw the dagger trying to get it hilt first to Silme, hopefully not stabbing him with it, then with her move action scuttle off up a tree.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRoll - to pass it to him i assumed a ranged one :)\n (1D20+6)[ 25 ] \nThen up the tree to hide\nClimb (1D20+3)[ 21 ] \nand Hide (1D20+8)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme drops his sword and catches the dagger, then says, \"Get away, Kithas. I can take the beast. Just don't die on us, we need the healing.\" He then darts forward, stabbing fiercely with the baneful blade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack with the dagger.\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas backs up twenty feet from the were, hand diving into his pack as he grabs a potion out of it and gulps it down.\n\n \"It's almost like someone doesn't want us in Gethry, you think? Stupid beast.\" This second part is directed towards the were.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW potion. 1 left! (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Finally free of the vines \"George\" begins moving toward the druid, letting loose an unending string of Gnoll curses as he goes." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris dances across the treetops in a flurry of arms, legs and claws, moving until he comes close to the druid, past the vine-covered area, and leaps toward the druid, two swords piercing the shadows that envelop him, rushing toward his quarry as if they possessed a will of their own. \n \n Spoiler \nDoin' what I planned to do last round, but staying on the trees for as long as possible. Charging, so -2 to AC.\n\nAttack rolls\n\n (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n\nCrit confirmation\n\n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n\nDamage rolls\n\n (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n\n\nAccidentally made it +5 on damage, not +4, so it's 5 damage on each attack.\n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat continues to back away from the were-boar, while still playing." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Were-Boar: \nTamis makes a perfect toss to Silme, and he catches her silver dagger. The were-boar at the moment is paying no heed to this exchange and seems intent on killing Kithas.\n\nArnat gets back with safe surroundings and continues to inspire you with his bass' rhythm.\n\nSilme doesn't look used to the small weapon and flails hopelessly in his first attack with it, the monster is still after Kithas.\n\nKithas moves away and downs his potion. making him feel a little better. {+7}\n\nThe were-boar seems to not fear D'pat or Silme's attack, and rushes after Kithas with a charge. {AoO's for both!} D'pat clips it to no effect!{d:5} Silme strikes true with his next strike! The silver dagger finds a home on the monster's back, and slices the boar's skin like butter, causing it to squeal a high pitched wail! It continues to charge Kithas, but it's intelligent evil eyes do take note of Silme and the bloody silver dagger in his hands. {d:5, but it all counted on this AoO!}\n\nThe were-boar reaches out with its already bloody claw, and tries to rake Kithas, but the priest's banded mail saves him from any damage. Kithas can hear the horrible screech of the claws as they scratch down the metal bands!\n\nD'pat continues to try and distract the were-boar trying his best to swing hard and charges the boar. His attack does nothing to damage the boar. {d:6}\n\nEnd Round 4------------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\n Tamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas 16+0 hp 14/17 \n Were-Boar! \n D'pat 4+1\n \n \nThe Druid's Fairy Forest: \nKathris descends like a man-predator from the tree and closes the gap on the druid! He slams hard into the druid to no effect, and can see the quick druid wears leather armor beneath his robes.\n\nGeorge makes a full move and is able to get out of the Entangled area, but is still some distance away from the druid and Kathris.\n\nNoris will move in and close the distance on the druid, he will be about 20 feet away from Kathris and the druid when he finishes his action, and far from the Entangled area.\n\nDyeinon fires two rapid shots, and actually hits the druid, grazing him with one shot! {d:2}\n\nThe druid steps away from Kathris and transforms into the large strong golden stag. Instead of fleeing, he faces up to battle Kathris face to face. The stag snorts defiantly! Noris' armor chills some more, it is now freeze-burning him! {d:7} The stag is now 30 feet from Kathris.\n\nA little green arrow flies out of the woods, and strikes Dyeinon in the neck. It hurts a little, and makes him drowsy, but the halfling shakes off the sleep effect. Dyeinon knows the direction of the attack, but can't see the little archer. {d:4}\n\nNoris now feels the forest talking to him in his head, and trying to charm him, but he resists the effect. \"Stop young dwarf. We are friends here.\" {OOC- He also had a lot of bonuses, since he is taking a lot of damage.}\n\nEnd Round 3---------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives: \nKathris 16+5\n\"George\" 12+3 slowed\nNoris 10+2- chilled armor hp 11\nDyeinon 5+3 \n Stag and Forest Friends " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Voices raged in Kathris's mind as the druid retreated, the maddened spirits of the earth, whispering, chanting...\n\n We hunger/We must hunt/The prey/The hunt/We hunger/Kill the prey... \n Silence! \n\nAt this, the voices seemed to shrink away from his silent inner fury, allowing him to focus his mind on the stag. Letting the shadows wrap around him once more, he charges toward the stag, bounding toward it on clawed feet, and slashing down with one sword. \n \n Spoiler \nLessee... since I'm fighting with just one weapon, I get a nicer attack bonus this time...\n\nAttack roll\n\n (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n\nCrit roll\n\n (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n\nDamage roll\n\n (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nShe will spend this whole round, finding a suitable tree to put her within 30ft of the horrible creature next turn and hide, attempting to fade from view of everyone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb (1D20+3)[ 16 ] \nHide (1D20+8)[ 27 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat finds himself getting more and more annoyed as the fight goes on. You need to feel the \"love\" of the Dark Lord, he says. Opening his arms, he attempts to grab and hold the wereboar, making it easier for Silme to stab it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIs it just me, or did the last round take place in about 5 hours? Anyway...\n\n Grapple Check \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme snarls viciously, stabbing into the inhuman beast. He shouts at Tamis, \"You couldn't have had something bigger than this pig sticker, no pun intended?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack with the dagger.\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas retreats again, moving to keep Silme between him and the were." }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orerusher \n\nThe voices in Noris' head seem to lack the effect that they were probably intended to have, as Noris was able to shake off the effect. However, his armor only seems to get colder.\n\nWith a load roar, Noris flies into a rage and charges at the Druid. With the fury of his anger, Noris tries to close the gap between him and the Druid and possibly attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoris is charging (up to 60 ft.), while raging, at the Druid.\nAttack (power attacking: -2 attack, +4 damage): [roll]1d20+8[roll] (See OOC board for this attack)\nCrit Confirm: (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d12+13)[ 20 ] \nCrit Damage: (1d12+13)[ 16 ] \n\nStats:\nAC: 12\nHP: 15/30\nWill bonus: +2\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Finally clear of the roots, \"George\" breaks into a sprint to assist the Thri-Kreen with the stag.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: Double move to close on the battle.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The Druid's Grove: \nKathris closes on the waiting Stag, that ducks behind its giant antlers. He swings, and his sword is deflected by the stag's antlers.\n\nGeorge hears and sees the action through the brush and moves as fast as he can to close in on the battle scene. He can be about 10 feet away from the battle of the Thri-Kreen and the Stag.\n\nNoris charges up to Kathris' side, and tries to clip some stag meat with his axe, but is unable to get through the Stag's antered defense!\n\nDyeinon fires in two more shots, but misses, and loses the arrows somewhere in the woods.\n\nThe Stag ducks its head and tries to head-butt Kathris with his antlers. The Thri-Kreen fends the antlers off, and then the stag rears back to try and batter the insectoid with its hooves. One of the hooves clips Kathris in the jaw causing the Thri-Kreen some annoyance! {d:6}\n\nNoris feels the pain of the cold through his rage! {d:8}\n\nAnother green arrow flies out of the brush near Dyeinon and strikes the halfling in the backside. {save fail 2+4} Dyeinon experiences a little pain {d:4}, and feels the effects of the sleep arrow this time! As Dyeinon falls asleep he can feel the tree limbs and vines climb up the trees and wrap him up quick tightly in a bundle. VERY ENTANGLED and ASLEEP. \n\nEnd Round 4--------------------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\n Kathris 16+5 d:6\n\"George\" 12+3 {nearby Stag}\nNoris 10+2 - chilled armor hp 7/30 \n Dyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING \n Stag and Forest Friends \n \nRoad to Gethry and the Were-Boar: \nTamis finds a safe tree, with a good angle on the snarling lycanthrope, and sets up for a good arrow shot.\n\nArnat spreads out the group, but stays close enough so his bass music can still inspire all of you.\n\nSilme attacks the were-boar ineffectively, and fails to get its attention, although it does glance briefly at the silver dagger.\n\nKithas gets defensive and moves away safely...\n\nThe were-boar goes after Kithas, allowing Silme and D'pat to attack it freely!\nD'pat misses, but Silme scratches it with silver again! {d:5} The were-boar snarls in annoyance, and speaks for the first time. \"I will feast upon you tonight, human warrior!\" It goes after Kithas, knowing full well what divine powers he holds! Because of the priest's defensive retreat, the lycanthrope can only get one claw on him, but merely scratches Kithas' armor harmlessly again!\n \nD'pat swings hard again, and manages to cause the were-boar some pain... {d:11... or 1 after DR} \n\nEnd Round 5------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\n Tamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas hp 14/17 \nWere-Boar! \n D'pat 4+1 " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nSneak attack with an arrow :D lets see if i can finally hit through this stupid things DR.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1D20+6)[ 21 ] \nDamage (1D6)[ 3 ] \nSneak Attack (1D6)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nWith little stamina left, Noris continues to hack and slash at the Stag. \"I will make sure you die even if it kills me!\" \n \n Spoiler \nAttack the Druid while still raging.\nAttack (no power attack this time): (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nCrit Attack (if necessary): (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 19 ] \nCrit Damage: (1d12+9)[ 11 ] \n\nStats:\nHP: 7/30\nAC: 14\nWill bonus: +2\nHopefully the druid can die soon, and hopefully Noris doesn't die in the end.\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kill the prey/The hunt comes to an end/The stag must die/We hunger/We must feast/the hunger/the feast/Bring us the prey... \n Very well. Today, you shall feast on the blood of this stag. \n The weak morning sun shines upon his thin frame, which suddenly seems to be composed entirely of glass, shattering into a thousand slivers of shadowy light all around him. his eyes ablaze with red fire, he watches silently as the light blends with the shadows that surround him, coiling around the curved, thirsting blades in the form of tongues of black-red fire. he raises the swords slowly, letting the shadows curl around himself, the dwarf, and his prey.\n\nSuddenly, in a rush of action, he kicks down with one foot, spinning around, away from the stag, then facing it once more, swords held high, wreathed in shadowy flames. On his face, it is just about possible to see the hints of a cruel, almost feral smile as he closes in for the kill. \n \"And so the hunt ends...\" \n \n Spoiler \nUsing the Burning Blade maneuver before I full-attack, which adds 1d6+initiator level (currently 2, 'cause it's swordsage levels+1/2 of hd/levels in everything else) fire damage to all my attacks until the end of my turn. Burning Blade is a swift action, FYI.\n\nAttack rolls\n\n (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nCrit confirmation rolls (if necessary)\n\n (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nDamage rolls\n\n (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n\nBurning Blade fire damage\n\n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme laughs at the beast's threat, slashing again with the knife. He says, \"Seeing as how that threat requires you survive the next few minutes, I'm feeling fairly confident.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Going off of the fact that this is probably a very chaotic creature, Kithas again steps around Silme to keep the were between the two. \"You're fairly pitiful for a were, you know? You've managed all of maybe one strike against me. Should I take my armor off and lie down, so you might be able to scratch me?\" \n\nKithas casts Protection from Chaos on himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n+2 Deflection AC against chaotic creatures.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" lets loose with his hyena like laughter as he finally closes on the stag, and hacks away at it with his ax.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharge if possible, otherwise just close with the stag and attack.\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n crita - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n damage - (1d8+5)[ 8 ] \n critd - (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Were-Boar: \nD'pat retro: D'pat actually tried to wrestle the mean boar, and failed that. This boar is quite strong!\n\nRound 6:\nTamis plunks the boar from her high hidden spot, but the arrow merely slips out of the flesh after causing no damage.\n\nArnat moves and is hidden, but is still playing his inspirational music.\n\nSilme gets the were-boar's attention, as he runs the silver blade down its hairy back. It squeals in pain and its eyes burn in furious anger.\n\nKithas moves again away from the boar defensively and casts his protective spell upon himself.\n\nThe were-boar roars and turns on Silme, and claws him badly on the arm! {d:7} The other attacks fail to penetrate his armor.\n\nD'pat comes in to try and tackle it, but once again can't get a good enough grip on the strong creature.\n\nEnd Round 6------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:12/20\nKithas hp 14/17\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1\n\n \nDruid's Grove: \nThe thri-kreen's blades sing with fire, and whip through the golden stag's flesh. Kathris leaves two nasty wounds, and the charred flesh staggers the animal-man a little. The stag snorts and fights on! {d:26}\n\nGeorge moves into attack, but the gnoll swings poorly, and was probably trying not to hit his deadly friend the thri-kreen whirling his blades nearby.\n\nNoris finds the stag's hide quite tough with spells as his axe bounces.\n\nDyeinon sleeps snugly in the vines dreaming of yester-years when hobbits and fey ruled the forests.\n\nThe stag lowers his head into Kathris and tears Kathris open with its anters {d:12} and then stomps on him with a hoof. {d:8} Kathris drops with his innards oozing!\n\nNoris is frozen, and also drops to the ground, barely conscious. {d:7} The dwarf is turning VERY blue.\n\nThings look bad for George as the gnoll is the only one left standing! The stag looks really bad though!\n\nEnd Round 5------------------------------------>\n\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5 -8 and dropping!\n\"George\" 12+3 {nearby Stag}\nNoris 10+2- chilled armor hp 0/30\nDyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING\nStag and Forest Friends " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"My lord demands you fight longer, Silme. Do not disobey to edicts of the highest devil.\" Kithas touches Silme again, healing him.\n\nHe then looks at the were. \"I can continue this all day long. Can you?\" \n \n Spoiler \nCLW: (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme mutters a quick thanks for the healing, then says, \"I'll fight until on of us is dead. This beast shall not slay me now!\" He then stabs at the beast's chest with the silver blade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- A brief interruption to do some time-traveling!\n\nKathris was actually missed with the hoof! The antlers were dead on, but the 2% rolled didn't hack it for the hoof attack. So when Kathris dropped to zero he didn't 'drop-out'. When the stag tried to finish him, he actually missed. Kathris is down at ZERO! {OOC- But, still up for one last action, and the druid thinks he is dead or dying...😉 } " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orcrusher \n\nWith his last bit of strength, Noris brings his ax down on the stag, then collapses on the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNoris makes one last attack, then collapses. His rage ends after the attack, which makes him have -4 Hp. He will try to stabilize.\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \nCrit: (1d20+8)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 14 ] \nCrit Damage: (1d12+9)[ 16 ] \n\nStabilize (91-100 stabilizes): (1d100)[ 74 ] \nFor next round, since I may not be able to post tomorrow\n\nStats:\nHP: -4/26\nAC: 16\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Retro Edit:\n\nDespite \"George's\" growing fury, he is able to keep control of himself. He dives at Noris. Feeling the chill coming from his body, Gorganiean begins ripping the armor off his body." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Blood clouds his vision as the antlers strike him in the chest, yet he rises once more, hatred burning in his eyes as he stares the stag in the face. Slowly, he lifts the bloodied blades, the handles scraping against his gnarled glass claws. his face now seems less calm than before, less cold, yet somehow feral. Bringing his blades to bear, his gaze bores into the druid's eyes, showing the raging madness beyond them. he ceases to cough blood for a moment, speaking to the druid. \n \"So... this is my end, as I always imagined it to be - surrounded by enemies on all sides, some hidden, others obvious to my eyes. Whether this is to be the end of my days or not, I know one thing - When I fall to the depths of the abyss, I shall look across the plane and see you burn.\" \n With that, the four blades whirl around him in an intricate pattern, dancing around the druid for a moment or two, then all rushing down toward him, closing in for the kill. \n \n Spoiler \n Using Wolf Fang Strike (standard action, my last maneuver for this encounter!) to attack with all my weapons, albeit at a -2 penalty. After that, I take one point of damage, and will roll on the OOC thread for stabilization.\n\nAttack Rolls\n\n (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n\nCrit confirmation\n\n (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n\nDamage\n\n (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 9 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n\nWish me luck!\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nWill lose another arrow in hope of finding a weak point in the boars hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1D20+6)[ 26 ] \n damage - (1D6)[ 1 ] \nSneak damage if it applies : bonusdamage - (1D6)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "Tamis\n\nThe arrow may have found a weak point in the boars hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Confirm - (1D20+6)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 1 ] x3\nOn the to hit, hopefully i am still unseen against the boar, if i am maybe i hit anyway, +2 if it can't see me.\nWill hide again after firing the arrow, hopefully so the boar can't see me.\n Hide - (1D20+8)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Druid Grove: \nKathris makes one last dramatic action and cuts the golden stag to pieces. Kathris then collapses unconscious, but stabilized to the ground. The stag changes to the druid's human form.\n\nGeorge begins to rip off Noris' armor, it is cold, and he freezes his hands! {d:1}\n\nNoris insures the stags death and cuts the druid's head off. He then passes out. The freezing effects continue before the coolness finally begins to fade, but Noris is about to die! {d:4}\n\nDyeinon is sleeping quite soundly, and feels as if he is naked or something....\n\nA little green arrow whizzes by George's ear, and disappears into the brush. It came from somewhere behind him.\n\nEnd Round 6------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5 hp:-1 STABLE\n\"George\" 12+3 d:1\nNoris 10+2 hp -8/30 Dying\nDyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING\nStag and Forest Friends\n\n\n Were-Boar: \nTamis' arrow embeds itself deep into the boar's skin, but still seems to do nothing, and eventually falls out as the were-boar continues to move about in the battle. Tamis believes she is well hidden from the boar still.\n\nArnat continues his music....\n\nSilme can't penetrate the tough hide this round, and the silver blade skips off!\n\nWhen Kithas heals Silme {+7}, the were-boar growls to Kithas, \"I doubt that human!\" \n\nThe were-boar moves five feet and attacks Kithas fully! Its claws miss the priest scratching his armor, but the tusks sink deep into Kithas' shoulder! {d:3}\n\nD'pat continues to fail his grapple with the tough boar in melee.\n\nEnd round 7-------------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas hp 11/17\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nIgnoring the wound, Kithas looks affonted. \"Excuse me? I'm a dwarf. Are you as blind as you are stupid?\" \n\nKithas finally swings his morningstar at the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nConfirm Crit: (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (1d8+1)[ 5 ] \nCrit Damage: (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n\nNoris is still unconscious.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStabilizes 91-100:\n (1d100)[ 36 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " {OOC- Please tell me if you drop, there are people not down who are not posting, not posting means DM actions. DM actions are always average and sometimes lead to death.}\n\nWere-Boar:\nTamis plunks the monster again with an arrow, but to no effect!\n\nArnat still inspires, and this battle begins to turn epic, and the song evolves, and is so good it has never been heard of before. {OOC- In my mind PC bards are on the cutting edge of modern musical art... though Arnat can just as easily play old standards, but I am sure he changes it up some.🙂 }\n\nSilme slashes hard again into the were-boar, and he finally sees the monster stumble a little. {d:5} The beast is angry and seems to be gaining ferocious steam with every blow laid into it by the silver dagger.\n\nKithas moves to attack the beast, and fails to hurt it. The beast responds to the dwarf almost mocking him, \"I can smell your evil human stench. You've been living too long aming them.\" \n\nThe were-boar tries to tear into Kithas, only managing to slash him with one claw! {d:8}\n\nD'pat fails his grapple. {OOC- DM realizes NOW D'pat has no special grappling skills, but will only take this AoO attack on him.} The were-boar in hybrid form decides to take this opportunity to slash D'pat with his yellow tusks. {d:2}\n\nEnd Round 8--------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas hp 3/17\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 {d:2}\n\n \nFairy Forest: \nGorganiean sees that the coldness is fading from Noris' armor, but he is still dying, and his breath is getting VERY short. {at -9 😦 }\n\nSuddenly, Gorganiean sees a face form in a nearby tree, [COLOR=Green\"]\"You have slain the one you came for. Leave this forest, and will let you leave with your friends. And never come back. The fairies won't be so nice next time.\"[/COLOR]\n\nEnd Round 7------------------------->\n{Gorganiean is about 15 feet from the tree with the face.}\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5 hp:-1 STABLE\n\"George\" 12+3 d:1\nNoris 10+2 hp -9/30 Dying\nDyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING\nA Tree " }, { "author": "oloknotwise", "message": " Noris Orecrusher \n \n Spoiler \nI hope this works (91-100 stable):\n (1d100)[ 36 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nArrow plunking away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 18 ] and +2 if he can't see me, also catches him FF then.\n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n[roll=SneakDamage]1D6[roll]\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas backs up again, pulling out his last potion. \"I had hoped I would smell of brimstone, as that is who I serve, not the humans.\" \n \n Spoiler \nLast potion FTW. (1d8+1)[ 5 ] \nRolling a 2, probably.\n \n\n\nKithas then goes full defensive." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat realizes that he is not going to be able to grab and hold the wereboar. With a snarn, he tightens his grip on his mace and swings with all his might.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Crit confirm: (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" looks at the face and replies (Gnoll) \" I'll leave when I have recovered them. \" Having gained some respect for the barbarian, he attempts to stabilize him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Heal - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \nGo Go Gadget Untrained Heal Check\n Spot = 11 \n \n\n\nAfter attempting to stabilize Noris, \"George\" will drag him and Kathris with him as he looks for Dyeinon." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, confident now that the boar appears to be weakening at last, stabs into him once more with the deadly blade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon snores loudly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFeel free to veto it, DM, but I figure it was worth a shot. 😁 😉\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Druid Forest: \nKathris is doing well nearby, but George can do nothing as Noris' shivers finally stop, and a peaceful expression crosses his face. Gorganiean can tell the dwarf is now quite dead! {-10 ☹️ }\n\nGorganiean can hear Dyeinon snoring nearby among the tangles now reaching high into the trees. {OOC- No prob!😉 }\n\nThe tree speaks to Gorganiean, \"Please, leave us. We all have experienced losses now. Pray that you don't cause us any more.\" \n\nEnd Round 8--------------------------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5 hp:-1 STABLE\nGorganiean 12+3 d:1\n Noris is now DEAD \nDyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING\n A Tree \n \nWere-Boar: \nTamis' shot is good, but once again does nothing to the were-boar, except slightly annoy it.\n\nArnat continues his inspirational bass music.\n\nSilme can't slice the were-boar's tough flesh this time.\n\nKithas backs away and drinks his healing potion. {+5}\n\nThe were-boar continues after Kithas...{critical claw! d:11} The were-boar is mean and slashes Kithas' neck opening it up pretty bad. As Kithas falls to the ground, the were-boar now faces up to Silme. \"Now warrior, I make you lunch! And steal your silver!\" \n\nD'pat completely misses the boar, but he was probably trying not to step on the falling Kithas.\n\nEnd Round 9------------------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:19/20\nKithas hp -3/17\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 {d:2} " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas attempts to stabilize.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((Question, if he was chaotic, you were counting the +2 deflection AC, right? :P))\n\n91-100 stabilizes: (1d100)[ 40 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": "OOC- The roll was critical, and then the confirmation was a high roll. It was not included, the were-boar is neutral." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Spoiler \nDrat, oh well. Watch me bleed!\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean locates the tree Dyeinon is in, climbs it and attempts to wake him from his slumber, leaving the bodies he has been dragging at the foot of the tree.\n\nAfter rousing Dyeinon, he will climb back down the tree, retrieve his weapon and shield. He then notices the expression on Noris's face, but drags him and Kathris out of the grove with him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTaking 10 on both Climb checks please.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nLets try the whole arrow thing again, i have to get lucky at some point.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 23 ] +2 if it still can't see me vs its FF AC then.\n Damage - (1D6)[ 4 ] \n Possiblebackstab - (1D6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon yawns and stretches. And then the implications of yawning and stretching dawn on him. \"I'm still alive. I take it we won, then, or at least we didn't lose.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme watches Kithas fall, grimacing slightly. He then focuses on the wereboar once more, and taunts, \"If you desire the silver so badly, then I shall give it to you!\" He then slashes outward at the wereboar's chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Crit - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " By the Dark Lord, do I have to do everything myself\" D'pat muttered. Racing to the cleric, he attempts to stop the bleeding.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heal: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Were-Boar: \nTamis just can't penetrate deep enough into the boar's thick hide! {DR!}\n\nArnat's music continues long and strong.\n\nSilme is looking tired, and swings wildly! {OOC- Ouch! Bad rolls! Try the Blue Wizard's Rolling thread, maybe it'll be nicer. Or maybe you are due a couple of 20's.}\n\nKithas bleeds... {-4}\n\nThe were-boar goes after the man with the silver dagger! Its claws scratch harmlessly on his chain shirt, but he manages to puncture the fighter a little with its thick tusks! {d:2}\n\nD'pat can bring the dwarf back up, a safe distance from the battle. {+9} {OOC- But, still close.}\n\nThe were-boar snarls and his eyes flash angrily, looking at D'pat. \"You are foolish to reveal your divine power to me. I will feast upon you with much relish.\" \n\nEnd Round 10---------------------------->\n\nKithas is conscious!\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:17/20\nKithas hp 5/17\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 {d:2}\n\n \nFairy Forest: \nAs Gorganiean prepares to leave, and Dyeinon comes-to the hobbit will realize he is in his underwear, and several little points of glowing fairy light float around holding his clothes and gear. The face appears in another tree, and Dyeinon recognizes what this is immediately. It is a dryad. \"The fairies will return your items once you are outside the forest. If you should ever return, ranger, you will pay with it with your life!\" The dryad will sink into the tree and the multiple dots of colors will attempt to lead the way holding Dyeinon's clothes and gear high above them.\n\n{OOC- Noris and Kathris are being dragged still? That might not be good for Kathris state, he is in the negatives...}\n\nCombat Over----------->\nBut if not Round 9------------------->\n{By no means do you have to do what the fairies or druid say. Fairies like these light speck ones are low in power, but do have charms they can do. Dyeinon's knowledge check is good! 😉 }\n\nInitiatives:\nKathris 16+5 hp:-1 STABLE\nGorganiean 12+3 d:1\nNoris is now DEAD\nDyeinon 5+3 d:8 SLEEPING\nA Tree " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon frowns, but turns to leave, saying to his party, \"We should leave. We killed what we came for. No need to desecrate this grove any further.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" If this arrow fails im gonna jump onto that stupid things back and just shove an arrow through its skull. \" She will mumble this to herself, come into view from the tree and attempt to fire one more arrow at the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 4 ] \n BonusDamage - (1D6)[ 3 ] \nWhether or not the attack hits prepare to jump out of the tree onto the creatures back next turn.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas moves to near Silme, attempting to aid him in his combat.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAid another roll for his melee attack. Better than 10, he gets a +2 on his attack roll. Which he needs, apparently. :P\n (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme grimaces from the bite of the beast's tusks, but he retaliates, slashing at the infernal creature's throat, screaming, \"Just die, foul creature! I shall not fall to you, and there is only one other option.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] (includes the aid another bonus)\n Crit - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" takes Norris's ax and any useable items, then lifts Kathris into a fireman's carry. He then attempts to get Dyeinon's attention to take out Norris's body. Not wanting to leave it to the fickle faries. He then heads out of the grove.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTake 10 on Str check to lift Kathris. Let me know what was usable from Norris besides the ax(he said I could have it) and I'll add the items to my sheet.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Were-Boar Battle Rages on!: \nKithas aids Silme, trying to distract the were-boar as he can.\n\nTamis arrow bounces entirely this time!\n\nArnat plays music still...\n\nSilme {gets +2 from strength and +1 from bard, for d:5} slashes another gash on the were-boar and it howls painfully!\n\nThe were-boar tears into Silme with a claw, but Silme feels his armor protects him from worse. {d:5}\n\nD'pat gets a mighty blow with his mace! {critical d:14} He can tell he bruised the lycanthrope this time!\n\n\nEnd Round 11-------------->\nOn to 12 since the battle is a little slow....\n\nKithas continues to aid Silme, seeing the results of his assist last round.\n\nTamis can move in, and fails to leap onto the boar's back. The were-boar tosses her aside, and scratches her leather armor.\n\nArnat plays on....\n\nSilme slashes the monster with Kithas' aid again! {d:4} The monster bleeds bad, but shows no signs of slowing down!\n\nThe were-boar can only claw Silme a little, as the battle continues! {d:4}\n\nD'pat is distracted by Tamis' failed tackle, and misses entirely!\n\nEnd Round 12------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas hp 5/17\nTamis 19+5\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:8/20\nWere-Boar!\nD'pat 4+1 {d:2}\n\n\n Leaving the Dryad's Forest: \nGeorge will have no trouble carrying Kathris, but Dyeinon will have trouble with dead Noris' bulk.\n\nDyeinon will get his stuff about a mile from the battle site. The pin points of fey lights will drop the clothes in a disgraceful heap. Then all floating pin-lights will disappear.\n\nDyeinon can now begin tracking his way back to the others. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas continues to aid Silme, seeing as he alone cannot damage this creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" You're mine this time beast, i will wrestle with you allowing Silme to destroy you! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGrapple Attempt (1D20)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" sets Kathris down as Dyeinon puts his gear back on. He then checks the equipment he took from Norris to see if there is anything that can help Kathris.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI don't have access to Norris's sheet so dunno what I might have plundered.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme continues to hack at the fell beast, slashing again and again at the wereboar's flesh.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n Crit - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "I'll wait for my companions (if they're not with me) and then I'll take a 10 on my survival check, giving me a total of 17." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat keeps swinging as well, determined to destroy the monstrosity.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n Crit Confirm: [roll]1d20+6\n Damage: (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" continues to carry Kathris with him as he follows Dyeninon as he tracks." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Were-Boar:\n{OOC- This battle is now about attrition...}\nKithas aids Silme...\n\nTamis misses the beast entirely with her grab! It gores her badly as she comes in close. {d:7} She falls to the ground, disabled!\n\nArnat's music is awesome!\n\nSilme is stronger than I think he knows. {OOC- I believe your damage bonus is +3 with strength and bard. Am I looking at something wrong? damage is 4} He stabs into the beast's heart and ribcage, and STILL doesn't kill it! The monster's eyes roll back into its head and its body fights on in a strange frenzied state!\n\nThe were-boar can no longer think about what it is attacking and merely tears at Silme. Only a claw scratches Silme's side! {d:5}\n\nD'pat's mace crashes down, but only glances off after not causing enough damage! {OOC- I think it is d8, + bard, and I still only got 10 damage for you.☹️ }\n\nEnd Round 13---------------------------->\n{Moving on!}\nRound 14 now!\n\nKithas continues his aid of Silme's bloody hand and silver dagger.\n\nTamis has a gash on her where the were-boar 'tusked' her belly, slicing her leather a bit. She will hold still hoping her allies will win. She is dangerously close to battle so stays still. {Dm action.}\n\nArnat is playing some of the best music many of you have ever heard. {OOC- Unless you are city-folk.}\n\nSilme cuts another swath on the flesh of the were-boar. With the silver clearly making a difference before his eyes he can see its use against the lycanthrope as its flesh parts like butter!\n\nThe were-boar fights on, even as its black lips go ashen from blood loss! It claws up Silme and knocks him down! {d:6} At -3 hp! He is on the ground unconscious, bleeding near Tamis!\n\n{DM action} D'pat makes a dramatic move for the bloody silver dagger, kneeling on his move action to pick-up the dagger, and bravely risks the boar's wildly gnashing tusks! The boar's tusk completely miss kneeling D'pat. The brave man upthrusts the bloody dagger in his attack, and sticks the silver dagger into the monster's jaw, and up into its brain! Finally it collapses, as the rest of its blood flows from it {d:6}, and converts to a naked human man, that seems pretty burly.\n\nEnd Combat------------------------->\n\nFinal stats:\nKithas hp 5/17\nTamis 19+5 {0 hp disabled}\nArnat 14+4 {Bard's +1}\nSilme hp:-3/20 {will stablize at -4}\nWere-Boar DEAD\nD'pat 4+1 {d:2}\n\n\n \nForest and Hills: \nDyeinon will notice that following him is only the gnoll, who carries the Thri-kreen. Noris has been left somewhere in the dryad's forest. He can begin to track Northwards back toward the path the party was originally on. The Stag took this group in another direction. Dyeinon guesses he can meet the rest of the party by evening if they kept in the general direction. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas makes a quick attempt to stop the bloodloss on Silme, but then takes the silver dagger and removes the head from the dead were.\n\n \"I am not going to let that thing rise again.\" \n \n Spoiler \nHeal check (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kithas can stabilize Silme at -3.\nThen the priestly dwarf removes the monster's head. " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat kneels next to Tamis and tries to patch her up enough to get back on her feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Heal: (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"D'pat, she can move on his own as long as she doesn't stress herself. I'm out of healing spells at the moment, so help me move this one.\" Kithas motions to Silme. \"He's useful alive right now, so we need to attempt to get to the town, so we can heal up. I'd really rather not have to deal with anything else out here, like say, that were's family.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " SHE is still down, and not feeling too good. {SHE is at 0 hp}\n\nSHE can not move, or she will slip to the negative. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" will continue to carry Kathris as he follows Dyeinon. Now with Norris's greataxe strapped to his backpack, as well as his shield and his own battleaxe. He doesn't speak as they travel. Shamed at having left without total victory, but mostly diappointed he did not get to feast upon the druid.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm assuming after being unconscious for 8 hours, Kathris will regain some HP from rest and be able to move on his own?\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by SRD \n A character with 0 hit points, or one who has negative hit points but has become stable and conscious, is disabled. A disabled character may take a single move action or standard action each round (but not both, nor can she take full-round actions). She moves at half speed. Taking move actions doesn’t risk further injury, but performing any standard action (or any other action the DM deems strenuous, including some free actions such as casting a quickened spell) deals 1 point of damage after the completion of the act. Unless the action increased the disabled character’s hit points, she is now in negative hit points and dying. \n \n \n\n\nKithas calls upon the minor magics he has yet to use for the day, healing her just slightly.\n \n Spoiler \nHey, I forgot. I've got a single casting of Cure Minor wounds. She's at 1 now. Booya! :P\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis can move, though any long term movement over the rough terrain of these rolling forested hills will be deemed unhealthy for Tamis. It would be better if a safe place was picked out for you all to camp nearby, and then Dyeinon can find you all the following morning.\n\nSilme and Kathris will still be out.\n{OOC- No official leveling for KO-d until they are brought to 1 hp. Morning will arrive with no further conflict, if you all want to meet up again. George and Dyeinon will be tired, but nothing a tough adventurer can't handle, so they can continue on in a slight daze. The next night they only need to take shorter watches, and I'll deem they have caught up on sleep. I only cause adventurers sleep 'dep' minuses after 36 hours or more, depending on Fortitude.} \n\nedit" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " With Tamis up and about, she can walk, but transporting Silme may be difficult.\n\nThe party can try to push on or camp. D'pat will likely carry Silme.\n\n{OOC- No official leveling for KO-d until they are brought to 1 hp.{So, Tamis can level now, and get more hp.} Morning will arrive with no further conflict, if you all want to meet up again. George and Dyeinon will be tired, but nothing a tough adventurer can't handle, so they can continue on in a slight daze. The next night they only need to take shorter watches, and I'll deem they have caught up on sleep. I only cause adventurers sleep 'dep' minuses after 36 hours or more, depending on Fortitude.}\n\nOOC2- Dyeinon will find the party in the evening if D'pat and company push on.\n\nOOC3- Basically I am trying to reunite all of you again. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Silme is stable enough to move, so D'pat, let's move him. Staying stranded out here in the woods any longer than necessary is asking for another attack.\" He motions to the newly, and barely, standing Tamis. \"Let's go. We're hopefully only a couple of days out from Gethry.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The group will meet late in the evening. The party was a little slower without Dyeinon, and the hobbit ranger had to backtrack a bit, plus hindered by the extra weight of downed companions, it made for a long day. Everyone will get rest tonight, and perhaps only a slightly late start to the next morning.\n\n{OOC- Once Kathris and Silme are healed to 1 hp, they can level. The next morning will arrive without incident, and the party can continue on together the next day once Kathris and Silme are brought up.} " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nSeeing the downed forms of those who went after the druid, Kithas nods. \"Rise and fight, you two. My lord demands much of you, but so far you have been up to the task.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBurning my two new level 2 spells for the day.\nKathris: (2d8+3)[ 18 ] \nSilme: (2d8+3)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme groans and strecthes to his feet, grumbling slightly. \"After I do all the work, I don't get the kill. Typical Elenac luck.\" He checks to make sure his sword and shield are in their proper places, then sits back down to rest some more, asking, \"So what happened to the brave hunters, who so courageously avoided a fight with a vicious wereboar?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Thanks for the pick-me-up. Much appreciated, and Silme care to pass that dagger back m'dear? Thanks. \"\n\nWith a smile she will slide it still bloody back into its sheath, kick the naked human thats dead on the floor and collect all her arrows up.\n\n\" So onward to Gethry, as we were goign before being so rudely interrupted? \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"In a moment, Tamis.\" Before leaving the body of the were, Kithas collects several vials of the blood of the beast, in the used cure vials. He also collects parts of the skin. \"As a last resort, allowing the blood of a were to overcome you can save you from much. The skin can sometimes be used for spell components as well.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, worn out from the playing, doesn't say much on the way to camp. Upon arriving, he engages with some small chat with George, and prepares for getting some rest. It seems as if someone is out to get us already, 2 days, 2 battles, hopefully tonight brings no more surprises. He says as he lies down." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Wearily, Kathris rises to his feet. As he stands up, he coughs a few gouts of black-green blood, which strike the ground, bubble a little, and evaporate. he turns to face Kithas, and, his voice unusually hoarse, speaks a few words, his weapons sheathed for once. \n \"You have my thanks, Kithas. 'Tis a rare thing indeed, but you will not regret it.\" \n With that, he turns away, and begins the remainder of the walk toward Gethry. Whether he heard Silme's sarcastic comment or not is not apparent. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Turning to Arnat, \"George\" speaks just loud enough for Kathris to hear, (Gnoll)\"What no thanks for hauling his carcass back here?\"\n\n\"George\" then assumes a quiet march as they continue to Gethry." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon raises an eyebrow at Silme's comment, but considers his less than dignified state for most of the fight, and declines to comment." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat responds to the George in Gnoll as he sets off You should not expect much thanks from that man-bug. Stay on his good side, but don't expect friendship. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George replies to Silme, though in Gnoll, so that he won't know exactly what is being said. \"We defeated the Druid, and lost Norris in the process. Dyeninon took a nice nap as Kathris did most of the blood letting. I am shamed that I was stuck in the cursed weeds. But that doesn't matter, it came down to 2 versus the druid and his fairy friends. The five of you couldn't take down this one human without nearly loosing all your lives. We may have lost one, but we did not nearly loose all.\" His anger sated, George resumes his silent march." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat slowly translates the message, toning it down a bit in the process." }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris merely shoots a brief glance at Arnat, speaking quietly, almost to himself, yet his face points toward the bard. \n \"Not all things are as they seem, human. Is that not so?\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sneers at the Gnoll as Arnat translates. He replies, \"This human was a beast far more vicious and cunning than you, impervious to all attacks save those from the silver dagger, and a brutal combatant. You fought a lone druid and some fairies. I apologize if our opponent seems the greater. The beast was in its death throws when it finally brought me down. While I will not deny the others' help, particularly the cleric, I was the one who caused the most harm to the beast, and very nearly the one who slew it. If I had had my ancestral sword, it would not have even been a contest.\" He turns from the Gnoll in disgust." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" stares into the back of Silme's head as he simply states, \"I will feast the day that you die.\" His warning glance to Arnat discourages any translation." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"Comrades,\" Dyeinon says, with a hint of irony in his voice, \"Shall we suffice it to say that each of us fought our own enemies and succeeded? While I find my own performance in my last battle rather embarrassing, each group was successful. Let us leave it at that.\" " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " \"Indeed. Why quarrel over such petty things, when we are nearly at Gethry?\" \n The thri-kreen continues to walk slightly ahead of the rest of the group - it is clear that he could move far faster without any effort, but he appears to be slowing down to keep pace with the remainder of the group, regardless. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": " \"Indeed,\" Silme said, sinking back into the depths of his mind. His thoughts about his ancestral sword had triggered once more a brooding depression in him, and he said little for quite some time afterwards, lost in his melancholy thoughts." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Exactly. Argue later, all of you. I thought you'd been sent to do something. And it wasn't to argue.\" \n\nKithas follows after the thri-keen." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The next morning arrives in peace, and you can all continue on for another day. Dyeinon will know you are all near Gethry and should be there by the following day's afternoon.\nYou will encounter a few settlers and cottages along the way, but they will shut their doors and windows up at your strange group's approach.\n\nYou will have to sleep one night out in the wild... or could 'borrow' a remote cottage for the night if you want for the following Night. {OOC- I may role-play THIS out.} " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Well im bored of being raided in the night by unknown wolves and stupid golden stags, then being attacked by a huge wereboar next morning. I say we go and borrow a cottage, and i do believe i would be best suited for this. \"\n\nShe wont say any of it in a big headed way but more as a statement of fact." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat raises an eyebrow. Do you have a plan in mind? " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nWith a contempteous look in her eye and a flick of the wrist she turns D'pats comment into a vague outline of her plan.\n\n\" Actually yes. I'm not just a pretty face. The plan would be, I climb in sneakily through a window, or chimney, exterminate whoever is inside, whilst they sleep so they get as little pain delivered as possible, and we get a place to sleep. Oh and then George here can have a little bite to eat so he doesn't try eating us. Or if thats not to your liking, I can pick the lock on the front door, sidle through using the shadows, and exterminate them then, or talk to them and funnel them out so that you can kill them .\"" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat winces a bit when Tamas begins talking about \"exterminating\" he then joins the conversation, Would It be possible to find a cottage that is empty, so that we can avoid this whole \"exterminating\" of innocents business? I'm sure every small town has a few empty cottages. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Colt \n Arnat winces a bit when Tamas begins talking about \"exterminating\" he then joins the conversation, Would It be possible to find a cottage that is empty, so that we can avoid this whole \"exterminating\" of innocents business? I'm sure every small town has a few empty cottages. \n \n\n Kithas \n \"I agree. If we're going to be removing any innocents, such that they may be, from life, they should serve a much higher purpose. My lord looks highly upon innocent lives given to him.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nRaking her fingers through her hair for a moment she appears lost in thought.\n\n\" Well if we captured and incapacitated a couple and killed one, we could sacrifice them for a higher purpose such as your lord or D'pats lord. We could always torture one first if this would appease your lord. \"" }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n Much as the Dark Lord would appriciate such an offering, we do not have the time nor the facilities necessary to carry out such a thing. An incomplete offering would anger him more than no offering at all. He smiled. Though the offer of your assistance is much appriciated. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Upon hearing Tamis's plan, Gorganiean remains quiet for a few minutes, then looks pointedly at Tamis and states, (Common)\" George, wants one......live. \" The smile, or is it a snarl, that spreads across his lips reveals his full rows of sharp teeth, with a prominent set of canines. (Gnoll)\" More fun when they scream. \"\n\nOOC: Henceforth Orange text is in Common, Sea Green text is in Gnoll." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"Kill them. But do it quickly and quietly. If they scream, our entire purpose will be lost. But they are human. Kill them. Dyeinon's face is cold, avoiding eye contact with any humans in the party." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" So be it. \" She will whisper.\n\nThis is assuming night has fallen and we are looking for a cottage to stay at, if it hasn't ignore this entire post.\n\nShe will slip off unobtrusivley from the side of the group and\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nShe will hide in the shadows, slipping from one to another in the night moving silently. If a window is open she will go in through that, failing that if the door is open in through there as quietly as possible, if that is locked then picking the lock will be done.\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 28 ] \n MS - (1D20+9)[ 17 ] \n Climbforwindowifneeded - (1D20+4)[ 14 ] \n OpenLockifneeded - (1D20+11)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat nods, then positions himself outside the front door of the house the rogue had just entered, mace in hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe will attack anyone who tries to run out the front door.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas nods to the others, and puts himself near the door, but far enough away that D'pat will have the first attack." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Literally salivating that the thought of a fresh screaming human, Gorganiean moves to the other side of the door from D'pat, the Norris's greataxe at the ready in his hands.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action to attack anyone or thing coming out the front door, except Tamis.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, noticing the rediculous overprotection of the front door, circles around the cabin to stand guard to the side of an unopened window, shield raised over his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe will shield bash anything that comes out for nonlethal damage.\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon stands far enough away that he can see both the front and the back of the house, and nocks an arrow." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The group is still in the remote country, when evening approaches, Tamis spies a shaded little cottage in a grove of trees. There is a small garden here, and a few fruit trees, some have tricolored citruses in rows.\n\nTamis will have no trouble sneaking up to this lonely cottage.\n\nTamis will be in the room, when George senses that a dog lives here. It is likely coming too, and is already sniffing. It lays behind the front door, George noticed its breathing on his approach. Tamis will be discovering two sleeping warm bodies in a room as the dog begins to sound his alarm. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Crap, can't take the dog out will have to leave that to the guys. \"\n\nIll send one arrow whistling straight into 1 dead body and if i can get the other off before the second awakes so be it, if its slowly waking up and realises im there ill run over and ram my arrow through its skull and down into its neck.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+7)[ 17 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 4 ] \n SneakDamageifapplicable - (2D6)[ 2 ] \nThese rolls are for the second body as im assuming I can drop the first one automatically as its still asleep. If not these rolls are for the first one.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis unleashes her bow right into the neck of one sleeping figures, and opens up a gash in their neck. That figure is dying! The other an old man sits up rapidly, and a little dazed as the dog begins to bark, and the crew approaches the front door {or rear...}. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" He hasn't seen me. This could be fun. \"\n\nShe will say with a quick snarl like grin appearing on her face. She will move futher round the room more into the shadow, attempt to hide and then unleash an arrow at the second figure.\n\n After all its more fun if they cant see me. \n \n Spoiler \n\n MS - (1D20+9)[ 28 ] \n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 29 ] \n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 14 ] - should be plus 8 because of point blank range.\n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n SneakDamage - (2D6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " As those at the door bang their way in, the dog sprints to its masters' room. It is barking and snarling, heading straight for Tamis. Tamis kills the old man out right. The old man gasps for a second as he notices his dead wife, and gasps her name before falling over on her.\n\n{OOC- This battle needed no initiatives, you clearly outclassed this old settler and wife.} " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nNoticing the fact that the dog is coming for her, will abandon all attempts of being sneaky and just take a running jump-dive type thing out of the window attempt to do a smart roll on the ground and then sprint to the nearest tree and try to climb it before the stupid dog eats her.\n\nShe hates dogs.\n\nSo much.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Tumble - (1D20+5)[ 18 ] < Dont ya hate untrained skills.\n Dexcheck - (1D20+5)[ 12 ] \n Jump - (1D20+1)[ 5 ] \n Climb - (1D20+4)[ 23 ] \nWiz only take applicable roll's did them all just incase :)\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris sees Tamis scramble toward the tree with the dog on her trail, and shakes his head in disgust. Gripping his weapons tightly, he rushes toward the dog, ready to swing down at it. \n \n Spoiler \n\nRunning over to the dog. In the event that I can actually get there to get an attack in, here's my roll...\n\n (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n crit - (1d20+8)[ 15 ](23) \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 6 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Seeing the dog and Tamis jump out the window, Arnat dives into the recesses of his mind and pulls out an appropriate spell. He mumbles a few words, then stares at the dog, and begins to walk towards it and pet it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cast Hypnotism, Number of targets: (2d4)[ 7 ] \nHandle Animal (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Seeing the bard approaching the dog after his spell, the thri-kreen screeches to a halt, weapons still in hand. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas enters the cottage, ignoring the dog. He goes to the dead/dying people. \"It is the law of power.\" He tells them. \"Those with power take what they need from those without it. You had no power this night.\" \n \n Spoiler \nShould either one still be bleeding out by the time he gets there, spont an inflict with Fell Animate on the person.\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon is prepared to fire at any figure sticking its head out a window." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat runs around the house in time to see the Bard start petting the now-docile dog, then starts laughing. Are you sure you aren't a Ranger or Druid? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George follows Kithas into the cottage. Seeing the dead bodies, he drags one into the kitchen. Once there he begins to fillet it delicately into bite size slices, which soon disappear down his throat.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing the ax to slice up the human, unless he can find a knife in the kitchen, in which he will use it.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n((OOC: If I was able to inflict one of them. Otherwise, I'll remove this post.))\n \"Do leave enough meat on them to allow them to rise in a few minutes, George.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": " No, But I see no reason to kill another being tonight, and after all, it's always nice to have a companion. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme walks over to see Arnat playing with the stupid mutt, and sneers, \"I'm sure the gnoll wouldn't object to dog. Dumb animal.\" He then goes into the kitchen to forage for some edible food." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat sneers at Silme's back, then turns back to the Bard. I usually consider mercy to be a trait of the weak, but there is something about dogs that... Suddenly he stops speaking, realizing he is revealing too much about himself. He turns to enter the house, but not before giving the dog a quick smile." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kathris pounces on the dog as it chases Tamis up a tree. The dog is a splatter of goo.\n\nKithas in the bedroom, finds the old man dead, the old woman is dying and he can inflict pain on her and finish her... before George gets there.\n\nThe cottage is now void of former residents. Besides the old couples' room there are two other bedrooms, that look like they perhaps once belonged to their children. There is a shed attached to the back, and an old mule tied up in the back porch.{Silme had found this mule no trouble, and merely kept eating feed from the trough. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Excellent its searching time. \n \n Spoiler \n\nWell lets search this whole house top to bottom then the shed.\n Search - (1D20+10)[ 23 ] \n Spot - (1D20+8)[ 13 ] \n SleightofHand - (1D20+9)[ 16 ] << Only if needed and she spots something pretty she wants.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme goes into one of the smaller bedrooms, checks the locks on the windows and door, then sits down to rest and think." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "The deed done, Dyeinon will casually saunter in the direction of the house." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- No retro, Kathris downed the dog. However, it will not be goo merely dying and can be saved.\n\nSilme secures the home, and the group can take over their 'new pad'.\n\nThe other two rooms will turn up evidence that two boys matured here and went off to their livelihoods. A few knick-knacks, and wooden trophies are found on shelves. In one room, a more bookish boy has a collection of the Hunter Novels, and a diary. In all in nooks and crannies, Tamis finds 335 copper, 350 silver, and 10 gold. These two were quite wealthy for remote settlers. Not much to spend coinage out here, and Dyeinon will spy an old rickety wagon that looks very wobbly.\n\nOOC2- The Night can pass, morning can arrive, and you can all move on to Gethry... unless there is some unfinished business. I don't like railroading, but I do like to keep us on task. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n On the road to Gethry \n\nShe will drop back and talk which doesn't seem much like her but she will do it fast so as not to spend more time than is necessary with some of those in her party. Moving to inbetween D'pat and Kithas she will start\n\n\" I hope that none of you forget why we are here, bound by a mutual agreement to destory the tinker gnomes. Yet the guild believes these to be headed or at least have someone behind them playing the strings so to speak.\n\nAs well as this there is an underground alliance which is sucking Kandor's lifeblood; the Slave Trade dry. We can deal with these if we meet them and we will deal with them appropriratley. \"\n\nWith this done she will slink off again to her usual position at the front of the party slipping in shade when possible.\n\n------------\n\nAt Gethry, what time is it roughly?" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat doesn't sleep to well being in such close proximity to the scene of a killing, but does rest some, and is ready to set off to Gethry in the morning, falling in near the middle of the group." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George enjoy his meal, then falls asleep on the floor. The next morning he assumes his rear guard position and follows the others to Gethry." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas sleeps well that night, guarded by the zombie body of the old lady. In the morning, he follows along with the party." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme takes up a position at the head of the column, sword drawn, wary of any more ambushes after the past few days. Looking at the sword in his hand, he once again longs for the sword of his father, and resolves to try and try and find out more about it in town, or at least to buy something better than this one, scrounged off of a dead hobgoblin." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The road is not really a road, but a dirt clearing made by the imperial military long ago. It is still used by peasants and patrols. It has grown over some bit, and Dyeinon cuts off of the main pathway through clearings and forests with only minor cats or bears guarding them. Most wildlife knew to avoid humanoids, even the large golden bears who would bound away at tremendous speeds.\n{OOC- I saw a brown bear run down a guy just to scare him, the man taunting it couldn't move before it had bounded 50 feet up to him. The foolish kid turned and ran, with the bear already breathing down his neck, and then it sat on the ground just to mock the little human. At least that was what I saw as I stood FAR away, and warned them not to play with it. Bears are fast, like a cat, but Bigger!}\nEven with their size and incredible speed most of the woodland creatures you encounter's instincts only prepare them for defense against you humanoids.\n\nYou will get into lands heavy in fruit trees with winter and summer crops. Apples and Oranges was a base crop, and orange rinds were ground into pastes with wheat to make breads or even drinks in water, {Apple and Orange Juice!}, among other concoctions and candies. You will have found this in the old couple's food stores, and you would've found fresh meat in an ice-locker, with block of ice. Low Level wizards specialized in ice selling in some kingdoms, driving around in horse-drawn ice-wagons.\n\nYou will begin to see a few more scattered farms in more proximity to each other, often signs of village life would be near.\n\nNear about 2 pm in the day away from the old couple's cottage a low deep sound will be heard high in the air. It is a cool cloudy day, and you will be walking in a farm's wheatfield clearing when the noise is heard. Dyeinon can easily pin-point the direction, as can the two elves. It is in the direction you are going, but towards a small hill towards the South.\n\nIn the clouds there is a great shadow, and the noise is a low WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-\nWUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-\nWUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB\n\nIt just goes over and over again. You might guess the cloud is a low thin one, about 2000 feet up, it now barely hides what ever massive thing could create this strange, ominous repeating noise that never stops, and only gets louder as it gets closer overhead. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George draws the axe he took from Norris and prepares to defend himself, \" What in the Nine Hells is that? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action to attack an enemy entering a threatened square.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Blasted gnomes. What are they up to now?\" Kithas looks at the dead woman. \"Move into the ditch, lie down, and don't move until I give you another order.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme raises his sword, cursing whatever lunatic god created the gnomes. He asks the others, \"What devilry is this? If these gnomes have built a flying castle or some other such device, I'm not going to be the one who has to shoot it down.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Im starting to run low on bloody arrows boy's. I would suggest pushing on to Gethry or hiding in the wheat till it passes. I'm in favour of hiding. \"\n\nWith this she will dive left into the corn and hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The thri-kreen also dives into the corn, shadows swiftly wrapping around him despite the time of the day, keeping a keen eye out for whatever may come from beyond the clouds. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George follows Tamis and Kathris into the corn, muttering some Gnoll curses as he goes." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme quickly follows, keeping his sword at the ready and listening intently in case of ambush.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The noise gets louder and the shadow finally emerges from the cloud as it lowers to the ground.\nWUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-\nWUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB-\nAt about 1500 feet you can make out the odd giant wooden box with legs that flies through the air. It is supported by a great balloon made of cowhide. A giant wooden propeller at an angle provides the force to move it, this is also the loud wubbing noise that reverberates in the air. Movable wings jut out and help steer it. Inside are several smaller humanoids of stocky and bearded persuasions.\n\nOOC- You all have time to prepare, but it looks like they are lifting large ball balls, and holding sticks of fire. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nSeeing the humanoids and realising they are in a batch of highly flamable corn with those in the ship holding sticks of fire, it would be best to flee to a position where there is nothing that will burn and smoke us out.\n\nWith this she'll leg it towards the nearest farmhouse assuming its made of stone and attempt to hide inside it." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The group will realize there is no corn in this area, but tall wheatfields... Though many of your characters might be familiar with tall corn patches back home. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nWith the undead lady in hiding, Kithas stands there, looking up. There doesn't seem to be a reason for them to attack him at the moment, he thinks." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat looks around for a place to hide from the flying attack." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Not having a ranged weapon, and knowing the general humanoids dislike for his kind, George remains hidden in the wheat. He also keeps as close an eye as possible on the thing, wary of danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action: Head for the same stone house Tamis fled to if they attack or indicate that he is their target.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The group can scatter and hide.\nThe strange contraption will slow its descent and hold attacking.\nIt is at 900 feet now.\n{OOC- If you can attack sooner please tell me.} " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas looks up to the flying contraption ((Which, by the way, means you've been spending entirely too much time playing WoW)), and sees the stocky, bearded people.\n\nHe shrugs and continues to wait.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHeld action to start moving around on the road if they drop flaming piles of something on him.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George continues to hide in the wheat, ready to avoid any attack, and wondering what Kithas is up to, and if the furry guys will ever get close enough for him to hack away." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat muttered rude statements about the parentage of the creatures in the flying machine, all the while making rather rude gestures." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme watches D'Pat antagonize the flying death machine, and mutters under his breath, \"Paladins.\" He edges away from the paladin, and prepares to run if things go wrong.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action to run to the same stone house if the ship attacks with some sort of fire weapon.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Kesnit \n D'pat muttered rude statements about the parentage of the creatures in the flying machine, all the while making rather rude gestures. \n \n\n Kithas \n\nKithas looks over at D'pat. \"You know, challenging them to a duel is fine and all, but if you incense them enough, they'll just attempt to firebomb the area.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat looks up at the maschine, and then dives into the wheat, and begins crawling away from the road.\n\n(OOC: Finally found a computer with internet, hopefully will be able to stay on top of stuff.)" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- I don't think I played WoW, but flying battle wagons are pretty standard options where tinker gnomes are concerned. 😉 Of course, many things come standard in tinker gnome society.\n\nA couple of armored dwarves will look over the side as the ship is descending, and point, and it looks as if they are discussing something. All of you will realize it is D'pat, and they begin to maneuver toward him.\n\n{At 500 feet and falling. More tinker gnomes gather on the sides looking down, and the glare of all of their eyeglasses is annoying, and you will have minor difficulty attacking with ranged weapons.}\n\nA few hatches open up beneath the flying ship. Little goggled men look out with beards whipping in the wind. They are calling out and speaking in gnomish.\n\nThe dwarves commands seem to indicate that they are going to try and kill D'pat first. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas looks over to D'pat. \"You had to try to piss them off, didn't you? Let's see if we can at least catch them off guard then.\" \n\nMentally, Kithas starts giving orders to the zombie woman still in hiding. When they land, run out here, afraid. Hide behind one of their fighters. Then break his neck.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "From his position in the wheat, George tries to get a good assumption on what they are up against.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \n\nTrying to get a count of the gnomes/dwarves and what equipment they have.\nPrays to forum roller gods\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat turns to the the dwarf. Nothing I did or did not do would change their plan of attack. I only made it clear that I consider them beneith my contempt. " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Seeing the ship headng for D'pat, Arnat stays low, lying below the wheat. He draws 2 daggers, and holds them ready to use." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nBefore she makes it to the stone structure she will turn and take stock of whats happening.\n\n\"Damn it D'pat!\" She will mutter under her breath then run back to D'pat re-hide in the farm field about 28ft away from D'pat." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"At least make it look good, D'pat. Go into the wheat and grab the zombie woman. She hasn't had time to decay enough that they'd be able to tell from up there. Maybe we can force them to land.\" \n\nMentally, Kithas re-enforces this order with the zombie." }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat chases after the zombie woman, dragging her out of the wheat field. And what am I supposed to do with her now? he asked the cleric. I am not a lover of the Undead... " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"You're the one with the better weapon, threaten her. Do you think they'll sacrifice an 'innocent' to kill you?\" " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat holds up his HEAVY MACE and wonders briefly how anyone could mistake it for a sword. And I thought dwarves were supposed to know so much about weapons and blacksmithing... he muttered to himself.\n\nHe ordered the zombie to lay on her back in the middle of the road, pretending to force her down, then placed his right foot on her waist as if holding her down. He raised his weapon over his head as if about to bring it down on the zombie's chest, then looked up. If you dare to attack me, this woman will die. May her death be on your heads, and may her sacrifice bring honor to the Dark Lord! " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The flying craft's descension slows, and the tinker gnomes mutter, and pulls back the black balls and torches they had ready to drop. The craft is still above D'pat by about 350 feet now, but is in some state of confusion. They seem to be leveling out and it looks like they might not go much further down.\n\nAnother dwarf {a third one} peers over the craft's side, he scratches his beard and says something quietly to those on the ship. He yells down, \"Turn back now! Leave the human where she is. If you leave, no-one will get hurt.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, seeing this as an entirely reasonable idea, casts Message, telling D'pat \"I'd do it, they look like they have a good deal more people and arms than we do.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George speaks in a low voice, hoping it will carry to D'pat and Kithas, without reaching the airship.\n\n\" There are 10 to 20 of them, not counting the dwarves we saw. Might be better to slip away and make our way back through this wheat. It doesn't look that fast. \"" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme makes his way towards the stone house, staying just within the wheat fields, ready to flee if necessary." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon will slink away and to the side in the wheat, ready to leap into the fray if necessary, but hoping to avoid it.\n\n{ Pertinent Rolls }" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Unless I hear otherwise you can retreat, or head to Gethry. It will follow you to the village if you go there. " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "Knowing he and his companions cannot fight a flying boat, D'pat releases the zombie. Go! he ordered her, pointing towards the wheat field where Kithas was.\n\nWith a final glance at the flying machine, D'pat returned his mace to his belt. But if I ever see them on the ground, they will pay for this humiliation, he thought." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas sends the zombie a mental command to flee, but to kill off anyone from the ship if they land to pick her up. He then leaves with D'pat." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The group can flee toward Gethry... or were you considering another place? " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Unless otherwise pursuaded, Arnat will begin to head towards Gethry, while staying low in the wheat, in case they attack." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Staying low in the wheat, \"George\" joins the group headed for Gethry." }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon heads off in the direction of Gethry with the rest of the group that is doing so." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme also follows the group to Gethry, keeping his sword in hand." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Running ahead you can put some distance between you and the flying craft. It does follow, and rises higher into the air. You will be able to see the large flying craft in the distance for sometime, even after all of you are hidden in the hills or forest, but eventually you will put it behind you, and reach the tiny village of Gethry.\n\nFor city-folk you might be quite disappointed. There is barely a town center, more of a huddle of buildings near the small fort. Four brown and black garbed soldiers stand outside the wooden wall. Beyond is a small barracks, and possibly a training ground.\n\nWhen the dangerous looking party of adventurers walk up, all humans in the area lock their doors, and go inside. Only the four soldiers stay and look nervously as the eight of you stroll into town. They remain standing outside the fort with pole-arms up, and swords on their hips. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme walks up to the guards and sheathes his sword, nodding in respect. \"Hello, good sirs,\" he says, \"We seek to purchase supplies for a dangerous adventure, and we of course do not want to impose upon your fine town for too long. Could you please direct us to places to purchase weapons and supplies?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nChecking herself over, she finds all she lacks are arrows. Needs more arrows.\n\nWaiting for Silme to get an answer she will busy herself studing the houses seeing if there is a rich looking one nearby\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1D20+8)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean keeps the hood of this cloak pulled over his face in an effort to hide his race as much as possible. He loves nothing more than inspiring terror, but knows this isn't the time. He listens closely to the guards reply, knowing that he would like to pick up a more useful weapon and possibly armor." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat walks through town with an air of good cheer, in an attempt to persuade the townsfolk that the group means no harm." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The lead guard is nervous when spoken too, and even more nervous when Silme's entourage follows him, \"I... I...uh, I'll get the Captain.\" \nHe will immediately spin and call for the fort wall to be opened on the inside.\nYou will meet Captain Frayspinner. You will find that the only store of goods at all here is a fort general store, which will trade things for double the imperial rate. {OOC- twice PHB, and only common non-magical stuff}\nFrayspinner will claim imperial taxes has been making it rough for army officers for the Kandorian King.\n\nTamis will have spotted a nice look home near a river, it has a watermill and granary, and is likely one of the wealthiest land-owners around. There are tanned men in loinclothes and silver necklaces that work this field.\n\nArnat's presence will eventually put the soldiers at ease. In the discussion, you will guess about 25 soldiers are stationed here, some are women. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Silver necklaces eh? This should be an intresting effort. Lets see if I can re-appropriate anything before the others notice im missing. \n\nWhen the others are going to Captain Frayspinner and the soldier they adress, Tamis will slip off and attempt to follow the contour of the river, keeping out of sight and sound of the men.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 18 ] \n MoveSilent - (1D20+9)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis has no trouble slipping away.\nUnnoticed! " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon knows where to go from here, but after an hour Tamis will still not have returned. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"Should we give Tamis another hour to return?\" , Dyeinon asks the group, \"I feel uneasy leaving without as many as possible in these lands.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" When did s/he disappear and where to? I don't want that flying thing to catch us. \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Give them another hour. If it turns out she's gotten in trouble with the local law, that would be her problem.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " As the group prepares to leave the Gethry Fort, a voice calls out from the woods. It is a soft and mysterious voice that most of you have heard before.\n \"Come.\" \nStepping out of woods by a barn is Avery, once you are out of sight of the fort. Her face is covered by a black wrap-mask, she is in her expensive tight black leather ninja suit artfully crafted with black embroidered dragon. She has a bit of blonde hair that peeks out through her eye holes, where her blazing green eyes glisten in anger, beautiful as well as frightening. She has a few daggers, and odd green vials on her hip and backpack. Her main weapon appears to be a short sword.\nShe is a little encumbered and carries the limp form of Tamis in a blanket.\nShe unfurls the blanket, and rolls Tamis gently on the floor.\n\nTamis is laying completely naked, with all of her platinum blondness to be seen. She is bruised, and sliced up a bit, her face is pretty battered up. She has been mistreated in many ways.\n\nAvery is sarcastic, but pissed, \"How much for an elven whore?\" She kneels beside Tamis and feeds her a potion that brings Tamis back to consiousness. Her wounds heal, and all traces of the beating and molestation she withstood, disappear. Tamis' bright blue eyes begin to peer about. {OOC- Welcome back.} \"You owe the Thieves Guild big time, girl. I don't think any of the other ones had that backing. Just make sure you pay your union dues in Galorine.\" \nAvery is about to stand, and then reminds you all of your actions in Gethry.\nOOC-\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...23#post3268923 \n \n\"The secret alliance has allies in all the woods and remote villages. They can strike you at any place. Beware. The guild cannot afford to draw too much attention in these distant villages. There are strict laws here. Tamis broke into the mayor's home. His sons didn't think too kindly of it, and beat and raped her in many ways. I had to offer a pretty sum to get her out. They know the value of an elven whore. She owes us big time now. The ladies of the Night will now actively court you, Tamis. Now your body can make you rich. Oh, and there is a suit of leather and weapons waiting for you at the fort. We need you to be able to defend yourself. A naked elf won't do for anything, but sex. She will try to slink away and disappear into the woods, as quickly as possible. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nWrapping herself in the blanket coughing and spluttering, she will walk off to the fort shop, wrapping her head in the blanket and get a normal dagger, shortbow with a quiver of 20 arrows, supple leather and a cowl again. Slipping into the barn to get dressed she will emerge and just say\n\n\" Onwards? \"" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat emerges from the fort, and backs away slightly upon seeing Tamis. He listens to the story intently, then waits for Tamis to return, before starting to set off." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Foolish elf.\" Kithas shakes his head, but touches her shoulder as they leave. \"If there's going to be a next time, don't get caught.\" \n \n Spoiler \nAs I doubt the potion did more than get her on her feet, CMW. (2d8+3)[ 10 ] \n\nAnyone else actually down HP?\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis finds a suitable suit of leather armor. Nothing fancy or tight fitting, but a standard leather suit of armor, usually given to the peasant militia men in times of war. Sturdy and efficient though. No-one at the fort will give her any looks, and in fact the Captain of the fort is nervously waiting for Tamis when she comes to get her things. In place of a cowl, she gets a brown cloak or wool scarf.\n\nIn no time you can begin making tracks to the caves. As you get into higher grounds you will see a far distant speck that is the great flying ship approaching.\n\nYour path from here will lead you South into the higher hills of Northern Kandor. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The city of Gethry is only an hour walk from you when a voice stops you from the woods. It is not human, but is very distinct and clear in the Imperial tongue. \"Turn back now. Or Die.\" When all of you notice what speaks you will see a grand creature. They are said to be a myth by most cultures.\n\nBefore you gleaming in silvery white, is a unicorn. This one is male, and has a beard and fluffy mane and piercing blue eyes, that try to make you feel ashamed of yourselves. It looks strong, and has its head lowered with horn pointed at you as it speaks. \n\"I won't give you a second warning. I can smell your group's evil taint a mile away!\" It is poised and ready, and very serious, he steams a little out his nose for emphasis. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" We shall not turn back, evil is but a perspective and it is who is a blight upon this world. Team scatter around it, make it pick its targets and letting us flank it. \"\n\nWith this she will scuttle off into a tree and try and hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Climb - (1D20+4)[ 24 ] \n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " Before we left Gethry* \n\nUpon the sight of Tamis's nude body, Gorganiean's eyes take on a glow of desire. The smell of her ordeal in the air mixed with the sight of her body is almost beyond what he can bare. He visibly salivates as he watches her withdraw to the outpost. He stares after her for a few moments before shaking himself, as though coming out of a trance. Looking around to make sure he wasn't noticed, \"George\" relaxes himself and prepares for the journey, tossing his old battleaxe and shield into the woods.\n\n Now \n\nUpon Tamis' suggestion, George draws the axe he took from Norris and circles to the rear of the Unicorn.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf this is a combat round, double move action to move up to 80 ft. That should be enough to go around the Unicorn and avoid AoOs.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"It's a shame we don't have a way to capture it, a live unicorn would sell well. Although, it's blood might not make for a bad profit either.\" \n\nKithas pulls his morningstar and then mumbles under his breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDMM Fell animate an Inflict Moderate Wounds. He's going to hold the charge in his hand for a while, until the unicorn is hurt.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme speaks, in a commanding voice, \"This is not a fight you can win, noble creature. Save your skill and strength for another day, or die now in a meaningless bloodbath. I do not want to kill so great a creature, but I will if I must.\" He readies himself for battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDraw shield (sword still drawn from...pretty much always drawn, really.) Ready an attack if the unicorn comes within range.\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"Hold noble creature, I have no truck with you. Why will you not let us pass by? If we are too evil for you, then there is no reason to let us pass by or leave, but if you would let us leave, let us pass by.\" Dyeinon has no great desire to kill this creature, but will defend himself if need be." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The unicorn doesn't hesitate a moment further, and charges the group.\nIt is aiming its horn for D'pat, but looks like it wouldn't mind bowling over a few others nearby.\n\nInitiatives:\nArnat 18+5\nDyeinon 19+3\nKathris 15+5\n Unicorn \nTamis 13+5\nD'pat 7+3\nKithas 8+0\nSilme 4+3\nGeorge 1+3 " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris stares at the unicorn dispassionately, his gaze showing that he considers it far below him, below even the very earth he treads on. Swiftly, he darts across the ground to intercept it, swords flicking up in one fluid motion, striking its vulnerable flank as it charges. \n \n Spoiler \nUsing Wolf Fang Strike, allowing me to attack with all weapons as a standard action with a -2 penalty.\n\n attack roll - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n attack roll - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n attack roll - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n attack roll - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 5 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat Looks upon the unicorn with a bit of awe, having never seen to magnificent a creature before. But after it charges, he collects himself and draws a dagger and his whip, and moves towards the unicorn." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nDepending on what has happened after the unicorn goes if she is hidden and its her turn, she will either knock an arrow and let it fly.\n\nOr she will hide again so as to launch the sneak attack next round.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 24 ] - PB Shot\n Damage - (1D6+1)[ 4 ] - PB Shot\n Sneakattackdamage - (2D6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n Feel the Power of Hell! D'pat screamed, swinging his mace at the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n Crit Confirm: (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nShould the creature be close enough to strike at, Kithas does so.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nConfirm Crit: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \nDamage: (1d8+1)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George charges into the hopefully exposed rear of the unicorn, greataxe raised over his head. The laugh of a hyena escapes his mouth, as his eyes take on a wildness such as none of you have seen before.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPower Attack -2 to hit, +4 to damage, AC at 16 until next round from charge\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] (TAB 7-2PA+2Charge=7)+2 more if flanking, he circled the unicorn prior to combat.\n CritA - (1d12+11)[ 15 ] \n Damage - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n CritD - (2d12+22)[ 36 ] \n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "I'd like to note that the order of actions is extremely important, and that because Dyeinon acts second I am not firing into melee.\n\nAs the unicorn begins its charge, Dyeinon draws his bow and moves ten feet to the left of the direction that the unicorn was travelling, and fires.\n\n{ Necessary Rolls }" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Depending on where the unicorn is when he attacks, Silme will attack with sword and shield if possible, or move to flank, then dart in with his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf already in melee range of unicorn:\n Sword - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+2)[ 5 ] \n Shield - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \n\nIf not in melee range of unicorn:\nMove to flank, then dart in ( not charge) and strike\n\n Sword - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Arnat moves toward the unicorn, and can ready for its charge...\n\nDyeinon just clips the silvery hide of the unicorn, giving it a red nick. {d:3}\nHe steps off to the side.\n\nArnat's attack fails, and he is knocked aside as Kathris and the unicorn collide. Kathris slices up the unicorn badly{d:24}. The unicorn charges and suddenly disappears as if it wasn't there, though Kathris left it with nasty wounds. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Gethry caves are not far through the woods from where the unicorn attacked, and when you get to the rocky outcropping you see no cave.\n\nDyeinon, Kathris, and Tamis will quickly see the shrubbery covering some sort of camouflaged little outpost built right into the brush. Dyeinon will also see the bright white eyes of a tinker gnome. " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "After seeing the unicorn teleport, Arnat resheaths his weapons, and follows the others towards the hills, upon arriving there, his whispers to Dyneion, I'm not seeing anything, are you? " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon calmly draws and nocks an arrow, pulling it back and covering the Gnome. Ignoring his friends, he sneers, \"Out in the open. Now.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nWondering why Dyenion has suddenly pulled his bow back, Tamis will retreat a step, carefully have a look then loose an arrow if anything shows itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1D20+8)[ 18 ] \n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 13 ] - PB shot\n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] - PB shot\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Startled at Dyeinon actions \"George\" draws his axe and looks for what spooked the ranger.\n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": "D'pat jerks in shock and looks down at Dyeinon. What are you doing? Still confused, he pulls his weapon from his belt." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas looks around, ready." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme lifts his sword, staring in the direction of Dyeinon's aim with a bloodthirsty gaze. He says, \"Come out to die, pitiful wretch! Come meet your destiny!\" His voice echoes with the promise of a swift and painful death.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIntimidate as a standard action, and try to see whatever's there.\n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n Intimidate - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon's aim would have to be good to hit the gnome through the eye hole in the small structure. As the eyes dart Dyeinon's arrow flies! The arrow misses the gnome, and embeds itself in the frame of the tiny building.\n\nThere is noises of it scurrying away, INTO SOMETHING, and the sounds of bells being rung deep inside the rock.\nYou can all move and attack, but it won't prevent the alarm. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon snarls, \"Too brave for his own good!\" , and begins looking for a gnome to slay." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon will find the structure in the brush against the rock hides a small cave opening. No problem for Dyeinon to enter and stretch out, the rest of you will have to stoop. The structure blocks most of the cave, and there is definite sounds of activity coming from within. " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon will scout ahead a little, but only about 30 feet or so.\n\n{ Pertinent Rolls }" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon pushes ahead into the cave after some of the bigger guys move all the shrubs and gnome-post out of the way. He doesn't get far when he suddenly falls in a hole. Tamis will note it as the old camouflaged pit trap trick, this one covered by rock slabs. Dyeinon falls into darkness, and after a few seconds the trap will reset!\n\nDyeinon falls! Thunk! Right on his arse! Ouch! {d:13 8 of 23 now} He is now in darkness about 30 feet down, and in some pain! " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris sighs, a strange sound coming from a thri-kreen. Quickly but quietly, he moves into the cave, ducking, and tries to locate the pit. Once he finds it, he will climb in, grab Dyeinon and jump out. \n \n Spoiler \n\n climb - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n jump - (1d20+46)[ 48 ] \n\nStealth/spot/listen rolls can be found here .\n " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": " \"Thank you Kathris.\" \n\n{Dependant on that actually being successful, haha...}" }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganiean uses his axe to chop away the brush, then stands watch for any danger coming from the wood. If the rest of the party goes in, he will take a rearguard position.\n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Fools stand aside and let the person who knows what to do through. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolls if needed\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 20 ] \n Spot - (1D20+8)[ 14 ] \n Search - (1D20+10)[ 11 ] \n DisableDevice - (1D20+9)[ 29 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n You expect me to fit in there..? " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Katris practically falls into the hole when he tries to lift the trap-slab. Tamis aids him, and she is able to find the latch, and with brute strength can lift the slab with help. Then a rope can be lowered to Dyeinon. Kathris might be able to jump down, but could not jump up.\n\nMost of the rest of you are crowded outside the small cave entrance. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " About 30 feet down the hall, as Kathris aids in Dyeinon's escape with Tamis' instruction, and two small figures appear firing rapidly repeating crossbows. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat\n\nMany little bolts bounce off the thrikreen, but a few pierce his hide! {d:11} The bolts that fail to penetrate shatter to splinters, and for a bit the air around Kathris is pull of wood splinters. Dyeinon will soon feel wood shreds falling on him.\n\nThese are two tinker gnomes poised side-by-side 30 feet down the passage, on the other side of the 10 foot pit. Dyeinon is still down in the deep 30 foot hole.\n \nInitiatives: \nTamis 15+5 aiding Dyeinon in pit\nKathris 14+5 in cave above pit\nGeorge 15+3 outside by entrance\nSilme 14+3\nArnat 12+5\nD'pat 11+3 eyeing cave entrance\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit\nKithas 4+0\nTinker Gnomes " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon is going to direct his attention away from the battle above and look for anything in the pit that might open and result in his death.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n Tge things I do to keep the others alive... D'pat muttered to himself, ducking into the cave and moving to attack the gnomes." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, who had followed behind the others as they entered the tunnel, cried out, \"To the sides! Death comes for the tinker gnomes!\" He then leapt across the pit to the forefront of the battle, his shield and sword in his hands. Brandishing naked blade and wolf-headed shield, he let out a guttural scream like of some hell spawned fiend come forth from the agony of the Abyss.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRun 10 feet down the hallway and jump across pit, ending 10 feet down the hall on the other side. After that, Intimidate the gnomes.\n\n Jump - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n Intimidate - (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George follows Silme into the tunnel and Rages at the sight of the Gnomes. He attempts to jump the pit right behind Silme. Once on the other side he moves to attack the nearest gnome, laughing a hyena like bark as he moves in.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Jump - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \nApplied full jump bonus, +1 rank, +4 for 40ft speed, +7 Raging Str mod, -2 ACP. Feel free to adjust the final score if it doesn't all apply.\nAssuming I make it over and can reach the Gnomes\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 18 ] -2 Power Attack\n Damage - (1d12+14)[ 18 ] +4 Power Attack\n CritA - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n CritD - (2d12+28)[ 50 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis is doing what she can to make the pit trap not slide, and Kathris can help best by lowering a rope to Dyeinon. Kathris has already taken some hurt.\n\nGeorge the gnoll holds until Silme charges across the pit, barely making it!\nSilme begins to threaten the gnomes, but instead is sprayed with needles from the wall. {d:4}\n\nGeorge follows suit, and is sprayed by the resetting trap of needles as well as he passes! {d:2} He bounds forward toward the gnomes and before he can batter them with his axe, the ceiling collapses on him nearly blocking the cave! {d:17} George is buried and slowed, and nearly killed. He is tough and able to shake it off. He can't act this round, and almost made it to the gnomes.\n\nArnat summons up his bass, in the woods as he sees his allies in trouble. He thinks he hears the distant Wub-Wub-Wub coming ever closer, but is probably miles away right now.\n\nD'pat, seeing the destruction ahead can leap the pit, and risk the needle spray... {d:4} {Retro? He would be on the other side of the pit... and that ceiling is not going to reset...}\n\nDyeinon sees the outline of a doorway in the darkness of the rock. The only light is the dim bit coming in from the mouth of the cave, and then peeking down the 30 foot hole. He can hear Tamis above trying to aid him.\n\nKithas guards near the rear at the cave entrance. Arnat behind him.\n\nThe gnomes spray the rock-pile and gnoll with their rapidly repeating crossbows, and as he passes out from the pain, he can see the spinners whirl empty with a ring. {d:13} The gnoll is disabled!\n\nEnd Round 2--------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 15+5 aiding Dyeinon in pit\nKathris 14+5 {in cave above pit} hp 7/18\nSilme 14+3 {d:4} other side of pit\nGeorge: {charged the gnomes} hp 0/32\nArnat 12+5\nD'pat 11+3 eyeing cave entrance d:4\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit\nKithas 4+0\nTinker Gnomes " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " Kathris looks around him, and then down at Dyeinon, before hissing \n \"Not now. I will return once the gnomes have been dealt with.\" \n With that, he leaps across the pit, running toward the gnomes. Reaching the middle of the crowd, he takes a few swings at the nearest gnome. \n \n Spoiler \nUsing Sudden Leap to jump as a swift action, proceed to run over to the gnomes, and use Wolf Fang Strike (attack with all weapons at -2 penalty, standard action) once there.\n\n jump check - (1d20+46)[ 47 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n crit confirmation - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n damage - (1d6+4)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas looks at the downed gnoll across the pit, then shrugs. \"Stay down. I will heal you after this.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat plays a fast and urgent tune, while slowly edging towards the cave entrance, he yells to Tamis in Elvish \"Tamis, we need to be fast, the ship is coming but still a ways away. Start getting everyone inside.\" " }, { "author": "psychoticbarber", "message": "Dyeinon is going to search for a way to open said door, strongly wishing that there aren't snakes or something in there.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search Roll ...c'mon forum rollers don't fail me now..\n\nFailing that, Dyeinon will put his back to the wall near the door, so that he may not be immediately evident if/when it opens and draw his sword.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme shrugs off the needles and runs forward, leaping over the rubble and driving his sword into gnome flesh, sneering, \"Invent your way out of this one, gnome scum!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme runs over the pile of rubble and attacks one of the gnomes.\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n Crit - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (1d10+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI'll take the retro and have myself on the other side of the pit.\n \n\n Die, maggots! D'pat swings his mace with all his might at the nearest gnome.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack: (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n Crit Confirm: (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \n Damage: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n\nAdd 1 to all of those if Arnat is using Inspire Courage.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis will have lowered a rope into the dark pit trap.\n\nKathris leaves and leaps toward the tinker gnomes with machine gun-crossbows. He leaps through the resetting needle trap, which has a few less needles this round, but still stings Kathris as he passes! {d:4} He skips over George and the rubble with ease, and executes a tinker gnome chopping him into pieces! The machine gun-crossbow clatters to the ground, a backpack of cartridges opens on his back.\n\nSilme moves forward and climbs over the rubble, he surprises the frightened gunner gnome, and Silme chops him to the ground. This gnome is dying, but not dead.\n\nGeorge can see his allies have just downed the gnomes ahead. He feels pretty awful and probably hopes Kithas comes to his aid soon.\n\nArnat starts singing, and inspires you all, because more is coming from within, and the alarm bells are ringing loudly! {Bard +1}\n\nD'pat took the needle damage and moves up past the rubble and downed George. Kathris clogs the front of the passage, but Silme got his sword by to kill the other gnome on a difficult stab maneuver. These three are now at the point of the group.\n\nDyeinon sees no way to open the door, but finds that Tamis has lowered a rope to him. {OOC- I didn't look, but I am sure someone brought a rope.😎 }\n\nKithas holds by the cave entrance, near Arnat outside.\n\nAhead in the small passage a jingling growl can be heard and bounding around it and charging at Kathris is an armored black bear, with metal claws on its paws It fills the passage! Behind it,sort of seen, are two armored tinker gnomes with heavy armor and medium shields, which look like tower shields on them. They also carry short swords. {Long swords for them.} The black bear bounds toward Kathris and batters him with his metal claw! {d:9} The Thrikreen drops! The bear snarls. The two armored gnomes move up carefully behind it.\n\nEnd Round 3------------------------------>\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas\nTamis 15+5 aiding Dyeinon in pit\nKathris 14+5 { DYING } hp -6 /18\nSilme 14+3 {d:4} other side of pit\nGeorge: { DISABLED } hp 0/32\nArnat 12+5 { Bard +1 }\nD'pat 11+3 d:4\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit\nArmored Black Bear!\nTinker Gnomes " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\"Dyeinon, time to climb out boyo, something up here needing your help.\"\n\nTying the rope off securely against an outcropping of rock, she will move along the wall slowly attempting to find and then disable the needle trap so it doesn't hit anyone else.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll 0]\n[roll 1]\n[roll 2]\n\nDamn - will roll in dice roller thread. Stupid not editing in rolls.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nIf Kithas has a way around the pit trap, he'll move to the now dying thri-keen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAFAIK, I don't have a way past the pit trap. If I do, then move to the idiot dead.\n\nCMW: (2d8+3)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Battles go fast, and people are waiting for things, so...\n \nRound 4: \nKithas will have to hold as Tamis is still fiddling with the pit trap. She sets it so the stone slab is propped open, and ties off the rope. She then nimbly leaps to the other side, and will begin to examine the needle trap. {OOC- It will be disarmed next round}\n\nKathris will slip ever closer to death... {-7}\n\nSilme is right there and must attack! He slices through the black bear's plated barding. {D:8} He can see he hurt it, but the wound is small, on the big animal.\n\nGeorge waits for aid, and tries not to move too much.\n\nArnat moves in closer to the group, so all can hear his music.\n\nD'pat then has the difficult task of getting an attack around Silme. He misses, due to the cramped quarters, and skips off the metal plates on the bear.\n\nDyeinon will climb to the top of the pit, and peek up and see Kithas holding nearby. Tamis is also near trying to disarm the needle trap. Dyeinon has a sore butt, but is out of the dark hole. {OOC- Unless he wants to figure a way out of that hole. Tamis might be best suited for that.😉 }\n\nSilme is slashed with the metal claws of the bear, and he feels the burn of these sharp gnome-built claws in his chest, ripping his chain mail a little. {d:7 and 7} The bear tries to bite him, but he deflects the teeth with his shield.\n\nThe two armored tinker gnomes behind hold, but turn and whistle to others behind them. These two drop back a bit. Silme and D'pat will just see a robed tinker gnome peering around the bend in the dark shadows. The deeper you go the dark it gets in this small cave.\n\nEnd Round 4-------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas\nTamis 15+5 disarming needle trap\nKathris 14+5 { DYING } hp -7 /18\nSilme 14+3 {hp 12/30} by bear\nGeorge: {DISABLED} hp 0/32\nArnat 12+5 {Bard +1}\nD'pat 11+3 d:4 behind Silme\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit\nArmored Black Bear!\nTinker Gnomes " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n Die, you overgrown rug! D'pat screamed at the bear, reaching out with his unholy touch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDeadly touch - melee touch attach\n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Damage: 6\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme growls at the bear, then shouts back behind him, \"Could use some healing, before I get killed. If I do die, tell everyone I was killed by the bear, not the gnomes.\" He stabs at the bear with his deadly sword and swings his shield at its head." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: Screwed up rolls, sorry.\n Sword - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n SwordCr - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+2)[ 8 ] \n Shield - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- 3 round day, but people are down, others are waiting. And the rest is stand and fight!\n \nRound 5: \nTamis disarms the needle trap, and waves Kithas over in a safe manner.\n\nKithas has to leap the pit, but does so with careful instructions from Tamis. Kithas can then move to the rubble by George, but fallen Kathris is in the crowded hall, and practically under the feet of the armored bear.\n\n{OOC- I could retro a healing spell on George here, I am sure he'd like it.}\n\nKathris continues to flicker in and out of life.... {-8}\n\nSilme's attacks fail to penetrate the bear's heavy armor.\n\nGeorge may act and stand up if Kithas heals him, but the cave ahead will be too crowded to get at the bear.\n\nArnat moves in and can be at the entrance of the cave by the pit trap ready to jump it now. He is still playing his music. {The area on the other side of the pit is too crowded for him to make the leap safely right now.}\n\nD'pat is able to reach by Silme and inflict wounds with his touch! {d:6} The bear snarls in anger.\n\nDyeinon is up and out, and can actually climb up to the other side of the pit to the action...\n\nThe bear claws Silme and and then nips at him! Silme crumples from the pain! {d: 8 and 4} Silme falls and is disabled... the angry bear will be making his way to D'pat.\n\nThe two armored gnomes move up and begin to grab Kathris' body.\n\nAs Arnat moves in and Dyeinon gets out of the hole and makes his move, a somewhat familiar elvish face appears and blasts the last three in the passage with a lightning bolt that sizzles you all! {d:15} Arnat is zotted on the spot and drops! {OOC- Failed save. He is dying at his current hp total.} Kithas and Dyeinon are able to shield themselves somewhat, but it still hurts. Dyeinon looks really bad! {at 1 hp}\n\nThe elf is the one who peered over the side of the ship, and is now hovering in the air just outside the cave entrance.\n\nOut of a tree leaps Avery the assassin. She was invisible until now, watching and waiting. Perhaps away the whole time the elf was there, maybe not. She tackles the elf to the ground and fails to jab her poisoned dagger into his belly! \"I have healing potions, get them to the wounded! Quickly! And kill this damn elf! I hate this guy!\" She is VERY pissed for her assassination attempt failed! They are about 30 feet from the cave, now on the ground.\n\nEnd Round 5------------------------------>\n{OOC- Allies dropping like flies, but a hidden friend reveals herself!}\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 15+5 disarming needle trap\nKithas\nKathris 14+5 {DYING} hp -8 /18\nSilme 14+3 {hp 0 /30} by bear\nGeorge: {DISABLED} hp 0/32\nArnat 12+5 {Bard +1} hp -3\nD'pat 11+3 d:4 behind Silme\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit at 1 hp \nArmored Black Bear!\nTinker Gnomes\nElven Sorcerer\nAvery the Assassin!\n\nMid THOUGHT Retro: Kithas still had the undead old lady right? Well, Kithas can avoid the damage, and the woman would've been the one to take the damage. She will be destroyed at this point. I will go ahead and take away Kithas' damage. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme lays silently on the ground, keeping his breathing low and silent, to avoid drawing further attention to himself." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Time for a dissappearing act. These fools are concentrating on the fight. Lets see if i can get past that stupid bear. \"\n\nPlan is, rope for Deynion is there now, he can climb out. Kathris is being dragged off. Move action to move along 20 foot or so and melt into the shadows. Standard action to surprise attack one of the tinker gnomes dragging him hopefully dropping it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 21 ] \n Movesilently - (1D20+9)[ 26 ] \n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1D6+1)[ 7 ] \n BonusDamage - (2D6)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Most of you are down or out so I am pushing this...\n\nRetro: Kithas can have touched and healed George last round with no trouble.\nGEORGE back up! +13\n\n Round 6: \nThere is no way Tamis can see or even get to Kathris beyond the chaotic mess in front of her. She can move forward near the rubble\n\nKithas could squeeze up and cast defensively to heal Silme. {OOC- To better help the party, I will have Kithas cast CLW on Silme.} Kithas can climb over the rubble, squeezing by rubble and George, and just touch Silme as he lays near D'pat's feet battling the bear! Kithas is also squeezing by Tamis who has pushed to the front. {+11 to Silme, good roll!}\n\nKathris is probably not going to make it.... {-9}\n\nSilme can carefully roll away, and stand up behind Tamis, George, and Kithas safely. Remember this is a crowded cave...\n\nGeorge was up and willing to make a difficult attack by D'pat. He tries to hit his axe by D'pat and fumbles! He actually hits D'pat, but luckily the paladin's armor protected him.\n\nArnat dies a little more.... {OOC- Unless there is an update he wants to PM me about...} {-4} No bard music right now.\n\nD'pat stabs the bear right in a gap in the shoulder plates and it drops! {d:11} He hits an artery, and the armored bear is now dying! It collapses very little, and you will have a lot of trouble to squeeze by the dying bear.\n\nDyeinon is caught in the crowd of the cave... but he could do a prep action... to crowded too even make a shot right now.\n\nOne armored gnome steps forward and waves the other gomes to continue on dragging the Thrikreen retreating down the hall. The one not dragging Kathris, will step up and do his best to approach while hiding behind his body-shield.\n{OOC- It will take a full movement to get to the other side of the armored dead bear and the gnome here is 15 feet away from that. Only D'pat and George can even see the gnome.}\n\nThe elven sorcerer steps away from Avery and targets her with a lightning bolt which she fails to EVADE! She takes the pain and tries again to stab the elf with her poisoned dagger. She screams into the cave, \"I'M helping YOU HERE! Don't leave me to kill this one! That'll only piss me off!\" All of you who are not dying hear this. Arnat is dying near by.\nShe speaks to Tamis in Thieves Cant.\nOOC- I use the old thieves cant in my games, and all thieves have it. If you learn it and are not a thief, you better have a good backstory, and I might charge a feat. It is a combination of signals, whistles, and speech sounds. Sometime Morse-type codes were used, all it very complex, and esoteric. \n \"Tamis, I am sure they taught you the old way. I have potions and scrolls. I think you guys could use them, but I only have so many, so lets not use'm all up at once!\" \n\n\nEnd Round 6--------------------->\nOOC- Most of you are crowded in the cave. Avery, your secret help, is in trouble.\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 15+5 disarming needle trap\nKithas\nKathris 14+5 {DYING} hp -9 /18\nSilme 14+3 {hp 11 /30} by bear\nGeorge: hp 13/32\nArnat 12+5 hp -4\nD'pat 11+3 d:4 behind Silme\nDyeinon 8+3 in pit at 1 hp\n Armored Black Bear!- SLAIN! \nTinker Gnomes\nElven Sorcerer\nAvery the Assassin!\n\nOOC- Since time will pass to get by the bear with little action, I may post the next round. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Some-one heal that thi-kreen just stabalise him dammit! George if you can get him or get someone to him - i'll find you a fresh woman all to yourself after this! \"\n\nThen she will spin, 30 foot away from that stupid elven sorcere attempt to hide as she moves so he looses sight of her (im guessing he was focusing on Avery therefore not on me letting me hide then Sneak attack him). Then launch an arrow at him hopefully making him feel very very damaged.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1D20+10)[ 25 ] \n Movesilently - (1D20+9)[ 28 ] \n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 26 ] \n Damage - (1D6+1)[ 4 ] \n BonusDamage - (2D6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme shouts at the spellcaster, attempting to distract him. He cries out, \"Your mother was a kobold and your father had a beard!\" He then proceeds to make other less than flatering comments about the elf, his parentage, and his people in general every time the elf opens his mouth.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nShout insults to distract the elf whenever he attempts to speak, making them as rude and irritating as possible 😛\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "If Kithas can reach the bear, he'll convert a cure moderate to cause moderate, otherwise, he'll attempt to heal the thri-keen if he can reach him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEither DMM Fell Animate on the bear which will raise it as a zombie next round, or cure moderate on whoever needs it besides Kathris. Sorry buddy!\n\nCure or Cause moderate wounds: (2d8+3)[ 13 ] \n\nBear gets +4 str and +2 HP per HD if I raise it because of corpsecrafter\n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": "Kathris bleeds defiantly in the bear's general direction.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFigured I'd try it, let me know if it's too much😛\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Round 7: \nTamis ducks a bit, can fire off a dangerous shot into melee! {OOC- I will allow sneak attack, if she holds for the elf's action...} She will move into the brush now, just outside the cave, and be hidden.\n\nKithas can get to the bear if he holds until people move out of his way...\n\nSilme is on the edge of the pit and looks out the cave, and can see the dark masked assassin lady battling the flying elf. He will begin his taunts.\n\nGeorge continues his bold charge listening to Tamis. He smashes by and beyond the bear. {DM action and seems to be what he does anyway...} He just gets through and cuts low on the heavily armored gnome, who puts up almost no fight, as George cuts through his shield! {d:22} George gets a mighty attack off and cuts off the gnome's legs! The gnome would scream were it not for shock. The gnoll also sees the last of Kathris' ooze come out, and all vital signs cease on the Thirkreen.\n{OOC- Kathris is dead. This was a tough game, and the Thrikreen a bit reckless. Thanks for playing cog-n-taz, no problem on the post.😎 }\n\nArnat dies a little more... {OOC- Still waiting for his PC update. ☹️ } hp -5 \n\nD'pat is pushed out of the lead by the eager gnoll, and can then move by the bear and near the now legless dead tinker gnome.\n\nKithas can move NOW to the bear, and can create the undead monster from the armored bear! {OOC- Ugg! And badass, at the same time. } The bear is behind D'pat and George currently. Kithas can hear the distant robed gnome mutter, \"Uh-oh..\" In gnomish, which is similiar to the dwarvish form...\n\nDyeinon sets up for a held shot also on the elven sorcerer, trying to stay farther away than Tamis, since he is in BAD shape. He tries to stay safe.\n\nThe last gnome in armor squeals and in gnomish tells the robed tinker gnome to flee in haste around the bend. The heavily armored tinker gnome drops Kathris dead body, and flees around the corner.\n\nTamis and Dyeinon see the elf try to cast as he flies up and away from Avery. Tamis whacks the priest hard in the arm with an arrow, but the skilled sorcerer is able to focus and get his next attack spell off! {d:11} Dyeinon's shot misses by a lot!\n\nThe elf zots Avery again with electricity! And she fails her Evade again! She collapses crispy fried and the elf is now sixty feet in the air! Avery is dying near Arnat now at the cave entrance. The elf is looking about for Tamis...\n\nEnd Round 7------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\n Kathris is DEAD \nSilme 14+3 {hp 11 /30} taunting elf\nGeorge: hp 13/32\nArnat 12+5 hp -5\nD'pat 11+3 d:4\n Kithas and his armored zombie bear \nTinker Gnomes\nTamis\nDyeinon 1 hp\nElven Sorcerer \nAvery the Assassin is down! " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas directs his new pet to kill any remaining gnomes and the sorcerer, while he moves to Avery.\n\n \"Apologies Avery, I needed to get a distraction for your opponent there.\" He reaches out, touching her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCure Light. (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": "Kithas is deep in the cave.\nThe elf is outside in the air now." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George speaks quickly to D'pat, \" Lets end these gnomes' misery! \" He then steps to the next gnome and swings for it's head. \" Tonight I dine on your blood. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] If his rage continues then this should be +9, but I would have -2 for Power Attack so roll is the same\n Damage - (1d12+7)[ 17 ] This would be come +14. 3 more from extra strength and 4 more from Power Attack.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nWell if the elf boy is looking for me I won't be able to hide. So i'll hold till his action fire the arrow and hopefully distract him and break his concentration.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+7)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Cogwheel", "message": " The last thing he saw was the bear's claw, slamming into him, sending him flying toward the ground. he desperately tried to resist, but he was struck all the same, and the side of his head erupted in a shower of blood as he fell, succumbing to the darkness that was creeping swiftly in on his vision. he lay there for a time, swimming in the seas of unconciousness, until the darkness began to take distinct forms.\n\nhe saw himself, on the plains, running across them with the rest of his long-forgotten tribe's hunters, hunting the wild beasts of the praerie, a boomerang and sword in hand. Such days continued for a few years, until his time came to leave the tribe.\n\nAnd then he saw himself once more, hardly even a year later, laid out on a stone table, chained to it, in great pain. his arms were no more, those arms that had caught the beasts on the plain so recently. In their place, the robed man that stood over him had put twisted claws of glass, taken from golems. his tribe, along with this traitorous world, had betrayed him to the wizard, forced him into the man's hands - he was sure of it, his confidence as firm and steady as the mountains that ringed his homelands. Though anger burned in his heart, and he wished fervently to strike the man down, he could do nothing, both then and now.\n\nYet all beings make mistakes, sooner or later. When the wizard released him, admiring his creation, Kathris took his chance. his claw piercing his enemy, ripping out the other side, the wizard bursting into a shower of blood and bone, falling to the ground. Immediately, Kathris left, running toward the nearest city.\n\nThere he had hunted, taking his revenge on the world that had betrayed him, taking some small comfort in their deaths, in the little justice he could forge within the world.\n\nThen came the guild, recruiting him for their mission. Though he was loathe to serve them, it was a chance to continue his hunt elsewhere, and he took it.\n\nThere, he had met this group that stood around him. The day that Kithas had saved him from the brink of death with his magic, the world in his eyes had changed. here was one, perhaps, that he could trust. here was one that might prove true, one that would not betray him. Perhaps, at long last, he had found an ally in this world.\n\nWhat a fool he had been.\n\nThere he lay, his eyes opening with great effort, crusted over with the blood spilling from his head. he saw the dwarf, standing near him, looking into his eyes. his eyes were not pleading, not begging - though he did not welcome death, after seeing the world as it was, it did not seem like such a loss to him. Yet there was a trust within him now, a trust that the dwarf would save him from this fate with his magic.\n\nAnd then, all the hope that remained in his world turned its back, and walked away.\n\nKithas had left him to die. And perhaps that was what he deserved, fool that he had been.\n\nAs death creeps around him, darkness taking him once more, he smiles. A world like this would soon devour itself, as a serpent turns on its own tail. he would not be alive to see it, but perhaps, he would have his justice after all...\n\nAnd then, leaving his body cold and blood-soaked, what little remained of Kathris Terall's tortured soul left this world at last. " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, not being entirely happy with the idea of dying, but slowly becoming resigned to it, begins composing his dramatic final words in case it comes to that.\n\nOOC: Sorry about the HP thing, for some reason, i must have hit reset on the sheet instead of save when i leveled up I think i'm still negative though. If it works out, and I was still conscious enough to cast, I do have CLW that I could use." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Silme holds the middle ground, and can no longer see the elf, for he flew up.\n\nGeorge pushes forward and hacks down the 2nd armored gnome! {d:17}\n\nArnat was stunned by the bolt, and can now return to playing his music! {OOC- He is a at 1 hp, due to correction.} Arnat will duck into the cave away from the elf, leap the pit, and stay safely near Silme. BARD +1\n\nD'pat tries to push by George and trips, clogging this small passage.\n\nKithas moves out of the cave, and D'pat and George will notice that the bear is standing and slowly shambling about, trying to turn around in the small cave. {The armored bear will begin to make its way next round. George and D'pat are in the way at the moment.} Kithas can make a full move to get near Avery, but won't be able to heal the fried assassin-lady yet, after leaping the pit and heading back out of the cave.\n\nThe robed tinker gnome flees away at top speed around the bend leaving the front ranks unhindered at the moment.\n\nTamis strikes the flying elf as she moves a little bit toward the mouth of the cave, balancing over the pit trap. {d:5}\n\nDyeinon fires an arrow at the elven sorcerer, but misses.\n\nTamis and Dyeinon shots were timed on the elf's actions...\nThe elf brings out a scroll and reads it. He focuses hard under the damage and then disappears invisibly!\n\nEnd Round 8-------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nSilme {hp 11 /30}\nGeorge: hp 13/32\nArnat 12+5 hp 1 BARD +1\nD'pat 11+3 d:4\nKithas and his armored zombie bear\nTinker Gnomes\nTamis\nDyeinon 1 hp\nElven Sorcerer\nAvery the Assassin is down! " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Assassin's don't stop until the target is dead, do they Avery?\" Kithas questions, laying a hand on her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCure Light: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \nCome on good roll!\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George flattens himself against the wall to allow the bear past, then follows it hoping to get in a few hacks at some gnomes." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, realizing his uselessness against the wizard as long as she is invisible, moves farther down the tunnel, just past all of the others, and guards against any more gnomes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove just past the last of the others down the hall, and ready an attack against any gnomes coming within reach.\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n Crit - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n Damage - (1d10+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, realizing he's seriously injured, descides to stay in the hole and continue playing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInspire Courage +1\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Silme takes point and moves farther down the hall... as he rounds the bend a noisy electrical explosion shocks and fries Silme on the spot! {d:16} Silme is dying. { -3 }\n\nGeorge will hold and wait for the armored zombie bear to pass....\n\nArnat holds his ground on the former Needle-trap area and continues his inspiring music.\n\nD'pat will hold by George...\n\nKithas can make Avery feel a lot better and her first conscious response is to look at her messed up potion and scroll bag. \"Ah man!\" \n\nThe armored undead bear moves slowly forward and gingerly steps over downed Silme.\n\nGeorge and D'pat can move behind the bear and be by Silme on the ground dying.\n\nTamis and Dyeinon hold their arrow shots waiting for the elf to appear.\n\nThe elven sorcerer looks annoyed as he reappears, reading a scroll.\nHe launches a pea at Kithas and Avery, that explodes into a ball of fire! The fireball actually goes into the cave hitting Dyeinon and Tamis in the brush, who are still setting-up and waiting for his shot by the mouth of the cave.\n\nTamis evades the blast, but Dyeinon does not, and the limp ranger hobbit flips backwards into the pit trap. VERY DEAD!\nAvery also evades it! Finally!\nKithas doesn't dodge it, and is hurt. {d:15}\n\nTamis gets her shot off on the visible elf-man, and gets an excellent shot off!\n{Not sneak now. d:6} The elf is looking worse, but still hanging in.\n\nEnd Round 9----------------------------->\n{OOC- With Psycho dropping I repositioned the fireball center.}\n\n\n \nInitiatives: \nAvery the Assassin\nSilme { hp -3 /30 }\nArnat 12+5 hp 1 BARD +1\nKithas {d:15} and his armored zombie bear\nGeorge: hp 13/32\nD'pat d:4\nTamis\nDyeinon 1 hp\nElven Sorcerer " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" God Damn it Elf Boy. Your really starting to pee me off now. \"\n\nWith she will will knock an arrow. Pull back the string, and launch a shot at the elf boy. Again holding till it looks as if he is starting a spell and attempting to disrupt it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+7)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "As he is fried, Silme cries out in a combination of agony and swear words, loudly enough to be heard by the others." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, seeing Silme fall, sets his bass down, and runs towards him, attempting to avoid any fighting or traps in between. upon getting close (assuming I can reach him this turn) he drags him back a bit, then attempts to heal him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery is up and on her feet. She is searching her charred bag for anything she can find, and currently is quite pissed off. She seeks shelter in the trees away from the cave.\n\nSilme is dying by the bend ahead.... {-4}😦\n\nArnat can rush forward, and JUST get to touch him as he stretches out this round! {+4} Silme is stabilized and can wake back up. He is still disabled, and should be careful. He can see he's in the middle of the group safe at the moment.\n\nLochar will retreat back into the cave after the fireball and leap over the pit and remain ducked by the rubble.\n\nThe zombie bear pushes on, withstanding and setting off two more glyph traps! The traps have all been tripped, and the group has moved a bit past the bend. From here the passage will begin to go steeply down into the earth.\n\nGeorge and D'pat follow closely behind their badly injured undead bear-friend.\n\nTamis tries to stays in the shadows, her shot only grazing him, and he does see her. {d:2}\n\nInstead the elf reads another scroll! Tamis hits him again for damage, but is unable to mess this focused elf's concentration. {d:4 no sneak!} The scroll causes the elf to disappear, and then he will be gone!\n\nCombat for the moment has ended!-------------------------->\n\nThe elf will retreat invisibly high in the air.\nThe alarm bells are still ringing.\nBut, at the moment you can afford to recover from that deadly combat!\n\nAvery will even pop back in the cave entry way with a few of healing potions. \"All the good scrolls are gone, but I have a few potions here. Remember, the Guild's looking out for you guys, but we expect success. Try not lose any more of you guys, it gets expensive to train people like you.\" \n{3 CLW and 2 CMW potions}\n\nShe will then dart off into the woods and disappear into the shadowy woods, \"I'm not following you in there Tamis, so be careful.\" She will say with a little humor, and wink before disappearing. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme waves Tamis over. \"Send one of those potions over here,\" he says. \"I've got some gnomes I'd like to introduce to my sword.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas mentally commands the bear to stop and attempt to block off as much of the area ahead as it can with it's body." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\"George\" motions to Tamis as well, once he discovers the bear won't be moving forward, \" I'd like a potion as well. The ceiling hurts. \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"The bear will provide cover and a block from other gnomes while we take a few moments to collect ourselves.\" " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat nods to the dwarf. Good thinking with the bear. Mentally he berates himself for being so ineffective in this fight." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\"I would suggest we save the potions for when they are needed. Keep the bear as cover for now we can rest if needed.\"\n\nWith this climb into hole check out the door that was found and of course rescue Dyenions body." }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Realizing he's still rather injured, Arnat stays near the back of the group as the move through the tunnel." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme leans forward, still badly wounded but able to stand. He says, \"I believe with our fallen halfling friend, and more particularly, his share of the money. I personally recommend that half of it goes to Kithas, as we would all be dead many times over if not for him. The rest can be split evenly.\" While still distrustful of clerics in general, Silme is beginning to take a liking to Kithas, particularly his healing spells." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Dyeinon's remains are charred, and broken, and if he had melted gold coins on him, it is amid gunk, and may take some time to find.\n\nAs you all safely recover in the cave with the 'blocking bear', a familiar old voice startles you from the disarmed Needle-trap square. Appearing before you is Merianna in her fine hooded black robe, and a man in armor.\nThe old wizardess cackles, \"Looks like you need some expensive help. Be careful with this one. They're all yours Hiram.\" \n\n{OOC- Welcome Maurkov. Describe Hiram, give a greeting... or don't. And Welcome to the Hall of Evil.}\n\nBefore Merianna suddenly teleports away she'll say to you all, \"I suggest you be more cautious. These tinker gnomes are crafty.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Thank you, Merianna,\" says the one called Hiram, bowing with practiced grace, \"I've been looking forward to this.\" \n\nHiram is a human of average height and better than average build, dark hair, pale skin, and hypnotic blue eyes. He wears a navy blue tabard over a steel breastplate and is armed with an expensive looking longsword. His holy symbol is a lump of lead in the shape of a raised fist. His smile vanishes as he turns to appraise the group, but slowly returns. \"Kithas, I presume?\" he asks the dwarf.\n\nHiram makes no mention of the giant that attends him. It is at least eight feet tall and clad in fighting leathers. A massive helm hides its face." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Aye. Who's the monstrosity with you?\" " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nAs D'pat studies the newcomer, his eyes fall on the holy symbol. I see you follow... \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: I don't know who! 🙂\n\nKnowledge(Religion): (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Minion, remove your helmet,\" says Hiram without turning. The giant complies, revealing the rictus and empty eye sockets of a skeletal ogre.\n\n \"I see you follow...\" \n\n \"Power.\"\n\n\"I've followed your career, Kithas. I look forward to working with you.\" Addressing the others he says, \"With my background, I'm used to giving orders and having them executed without question-- Minion, put your helmet back on. I understand that your methods differ. Lets try to make allowances for each other.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"That works for me, although I question how well your companion there will be able to fit in these tunnels. Either way, having extra power along doesn't hurt in the least.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Bah, who cares who they have sent. Another person won't be to bad. They rile me up, they go down though. They always do. \n\nWith that thought she won't give a second look towards Merinna except a slight tip of her head and scramble down the rope to the door.\n\nTake as long as is needed to get safely down the rope.\n\nAt the bottom, search for some way to operate the door AND for traps. Traps being foremost in her mind after the incident with the corridor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1D20)[ 12 ] - cant remember exact mod - TTW is down. think its +11\n Spot - (1D20)[ 11 ] - cant remember exact mod - TTW is down. think its +9 or +10\n\nboth without having points from the level we just got added on.\n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat nods shiftily to the newcomer, and then searches the fallen gnomes, taking anything of value, and tossing the repeating crossbow and it's ammo in his backpack." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sighs at the arrival of the newcomer, then says, \"Since I assume you are a cleric, do you have any healing spells? Some of use are still rather injured.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Have you all used the potions? Please update hit points in next IC post.\n\nTamis can squeeze to the front, by the undead armored bear {which is badly hurt}, but so far the bear has pushed pretty far ahead.\n\nThe passage will go straight down. Eventually a large boulder will block your path, and noise and commotion can be heard on the boulder's opposite side.\n\nOOC- Internet was down, sorry about delayed post.🫤 " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: George has neither received healing or drank a potion. Apparently they are being horded. Current HP: 16/32 or 27/43 if we ever got the previously mentioned XP.\n \n\n\nGorganeian's reaction to the newcomer appears to be the same as his first reaction to anyone. <Gnoll>\" Wonder what he tastes like. \"</Gnoll> His response to the newcomers statements is also no more than than the group expects, \" I don't like you. I don't like your pet either. \" He then turns to Kithas, \" Do you have healing? We are still injured. \" He indicates himself, Silme, and Dpat." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\n((Are we leveled? I've got healing if so, if not, I have 1 CLW))" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Yes, I can heal if you will submit to the spells. And what a charming mascot you have. Is it house trained?\" \n\n{ CMWx2 : +18 for Silme, +14 for D'pat}" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "OOC: Silme's at 22/34 now.\n\nSilme nods appreciatively as his wounds are wiped away by the magic flowing through him, and he says, \"Thank you. Now, do we have a plan for dealing with the tinker gnomes, or are we just going to charge blithly in to be slaughtered as usual? The best plan I've come up with so far is to send George, D'Pat and me in first, with the clerics right behind the gnoll and me, and archers behind them. The three of us engage in melee combat, the clerics stay close to keep us healed and the paladin healing himself if needed. The ranged combatants come in behind and pick out whatever targets seem to most need shooting, and we continue until they are all dead. Anyone have anything else?\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " George \n\n\" As long as I can slaughter these pitiful creatures, that is fine with me. I would however like to point out that I am still quite wounded. \"\n\nHe looks pointedly at the newcomer with his last sentence." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"You seem more than capable in melee. Their advantage, then, is in terrain and archery. I think I can neutralize it. This,\" he says, indicating a signal horn on his belt, \"creates a magical fog which will slowly roll forward. If we use it to cover our advance, we can take our time dealing with whatever surprises the gnomes have devised.\" \n\nHiram fails to notice George's pointed look." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme nods slowly. \"That is a good idea. Also, if you have any more healing left, I believe that our canine friend could use some, before he decides to do something rash and violent. I can't say he's very subtle, but I can't deny his ferocity or effectiveness. Kithas, if you have any healing you could spare for George, that would work just as well.\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas nods to George. \"Fight as a devil, not as a beast, George.\" Kithas then lays a hand on his shoulder.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCMW on George: (2d8+4)[ 7 ] \nOuch, sorry George!\nOn self, CLW: [rol]1d8+4[/roll]\nRerolled in dice roller thread, as I fubar'd this one. Healed 11 on self.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram glances at George while Kithas administers healing. \"If it is rash and violent as you say, returning it to full health is not in my interest.\"\n\n\"Kithas, are you ready?\" \n\n((How narrow is this tunnel? Is a large/tall creature going to fit?))" }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat looked at the fighter in surprise. The Dark Lord does not grace me with healing. Much to my dismay, I, too, am reliant on the 'goodness' of our clerics for my continuing health. He paused. However, the rest of your plan is a good. \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Paladins of Tyranny don't get Lay on Hands. They get Deadly Touch.\n\nOOC 2: I was only down 4 HP. If George wants to take the 14 HP I got from the CMW, I can make do with a CLW.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- The hulking friend of Hiram can crawl and squeeze, and can guard the rear at a safe distance. The bear will take point. If time is spent, the ogre can move to the front as everyone gets out of the cave and out of the way. The ogre could probably move the boulder without a problem. The bear could with effort, but is badly wounded.\n\nKithas can sense that the chamber beyond is larger, judging by the echoes and activity. When you are all set, the chosen lackey can move the boulder, and the path can continue into the Lair of the Tinker Gnomes! " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Anrat adds in, If possible, I could do with a minor healing as I am still quite injured, and I only have One more healing spell myself. \n\nOOC: HP:1/17" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Use one of the potions Avery left, if someone hasn't drank them all.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George thanks Kithas flamboyantly, showing far more respect than he actually has for the cleric, if only to spite the newcomer. He then gathers the greataxe and move toward the front of the party.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNow at 23/32 hp. Suppose that will do. George and Hiram are going to have quite a stand off if this keeps up.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram moves to the mouth of the tunnel, aims carefully, and sound the horn. A ball of fog pours forth and rolls slowly forward down the hall. Hiram stands aside and lets the others enter. \"Minion, follow 30' behind. Warn me if something approaches.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n George and Hiram are going to have quite a stand off if this keeps up. \n\nThis suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.\n -- Oscar Wilde\n\nWhat are we using for light, btw? Note that with Kithras's feats, the bear is stronger than the ogre. I hope we can spare some inflict wounds spells to keep it going.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George moves near the front of the group, making sure to step on Hiram's foot as he passes. When George gets to the bear he will wait for the beast to move the boulder out of the way, and keep 5 ft between him and the bear.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGeorge has 60' darkvision, he isn't worried about a torch or such.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme also makes his way to the front, to the left of George, and readies his sword and shield. He says, \"Someone can light a torch if they have one. Gnomes can see in the dark, so the light could only help us. As soon as the boulder is moved, pick your targets. Remember, fast and deadly. Watch for anyplace that could be trapped. D'Pat, stay close to the bear if possible, use some negative energy to keep it going if you can. Tamis, ready your bow. Arnat, get ready to start playing. Let's send these gnomes to the Abyss!\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram grins at George's back. He follows the others into the tunnel." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " With the Bear in the lead, and fog and ogre behind, the group readies to move the boulder.\n\nThe armored bear has to set its feet, and pushes hard into the boulder, and it slowly moves the rock. Beyond is a dark chamber, and when the opening is about 2 feet wide, a spray of mini-bolts from the darkness covers the armored bear. Most of the little bolts splinter into dust on the armor, but some riddle the bear's face, and it finally drops!\n\nThe boulder is only partially moved! Only a gnome could fit through easily. Maybe an elf.\n\nInitiatives:\nArnat 20+5\nD'pat 19+3\nSilme 16+3\nKithas 13+0\nGeorge 5+3\nTamis 1+5\nHiram 5-5 {Unreactive?! I've never seen someone this low!} " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme, swearing at the accursed gnomes, says, \"George, D'Pat, help move this boulder some more! Tamis, lay down some covering fire. Clerics and Arnat, any spells that could help, use them! I'm not going to be killed by a bunch of gnomes!\" He then throws his shoulder against the boulder and begins pushing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI hate gnomes.\n\n StrengthCheck - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Cursing at the bears ineffectivness, George throws his own strength into moving the boulder.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Str - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \nI'm assuming this would be an assist roll.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Do not attack until we are all through the gap,\" says Hiram in a voice accustomed to command. Holding forth his holy symbol, he speaks soothingly(?!), but forcefully, releasing a spell that seems to suck all the energy out of the battle.\n\n(Spellcraft DC17) \n Spoiler \ncasting Calm Emotions into the room beyond. If Hiram had a chance to cast it last round, he will continue to concentrate on it this round.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Time to play... \n\nShe will walk forwards to near the boulder keeping the bear just to the front and loose an arrow at any likely target.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n+1 to both if within 30 foot. :)\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat snarls at the bear, then the gnomes. When I get through here, I will pick one and use it as a toothpick, he mutters.\n\nTaking a deep breath, he joins the others at the stone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n STR check: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat draws his bass up, and begins to play a long slow melody, that gradually speeds up. As he plays he readies a Magic Missile in his mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInspire Courage +1, everyone get the +1 on attack and damage\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Arnat plays his inspiring music, a low tone that seems to pump you up for the battle! {+1 Bardic Inpiration}\n\nIt is too crowded for all of you to get near the stone. The passage barely fits two humans side-by-side if they squeeze.\n\nD'pat is forced to hold, as he is behind George and Silme, and these two are pushing forward to move the boulder more...\n\nSilme moves next to George, and they will have to wait to work together...\n\nGeorge and Silme feel a spray of small crossbow bolts burst on their armor. {Unharmed! 😎 }They can tell their armor protected them as they taste wood splinters in the briefly clouded air around them. The two warriors have pushed the boulder open to a large dark chamber. Strange large structures, difficult to make out in the darkness, can be barely seen with lowlight from the cave. The spray of wooden bolts came from the structures.\n\nTamis has a shot now, though difficult. She fires off into the darkness in a direction the many bolts came from. Her arrow misses, and snaps on some distance metal structure.\n\nHiram targets his spell deeper into the darkness towards where he heard the shots come from ahead. It is difficult from his position in the small cave, and he can't tell of his results.\n\nEnd Round 1------------------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nD'pat\nArnat 20+5\nKithas 13+0\nSilme\nGeorge 5+3\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nHiram 5-5 " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Minion, to me.\" \n\nHiram concentrates on his spell as he advances. He tsks over the corpse of the bear. As they say, \"What a waste of undead flesh.\" He uses the boulder for cover while he assesses the gnomes' deployment and fortifications.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn here is the ceiling high enough for the ogre to be effective? Please let me know when it becomes obvious that the Calm Emotions has been broken. If that's already the case by the time his init comes up, he'll be on full defense instead of concentrating (same move). If the spot behind the boulder is occupied, he'll remain in the cave. Can Hiram identify any leaders or spell casters?\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moves forwward, waving the other melee fighters ahead. He says, \"Hold back from threatening them until the last second. Don't break Hiram's spell. Tamis, use the boulder for cover and watch our backs. Clerics with the fighters. You know what you do best. Now forth into battle!\" He moves through the breach, staying close to the boulder and focusing on avoiding or blocking any attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme moves around the boulder, using the total defense action to add +4 dodge bonus to AC.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George moves forward with Silme towards the most dangerous looking gnome. Waiting until everyone is in place to attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNot taking an actual attack this round. Total Defense +4 AC....makes it AC 20.\nStill waiting on if George can see anything with his darkvision.\n " }, { "author": "Kesnit", "message": " D'pat \n\nD'pat advances as much as he can while looking around in the torchlight. Eeine, meenie, miney... moe, he thought, looking around the select a target worthy of his attentions.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTotal defense. +4 AC\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " D'pat is at total defense still cramped in the small cave. Holding...\n\nArnat sings, he is near Hiram and the undead ogre in the back.\n\nKithas holds as well, and stays defensive in the crowded cave.\n\nWith shield up Silme enters the darkness. {Now it is total darkness, and I didn't see anyone had a light source...} Silme sees no-one, and has entered into a large open chamber. The chamber slants steeply down ahead and beside him into the depths of the earth it seems. Silme is already below the rest of you, and he can hear gnomish voices ahead in the darkness... now within charging range. Pray there are no stalagmites in the way if he does charge.\n\nGeorge moves with Silme, stepping a little away to avoid a few area effect spells. {Maybe 10 feet?} As he enters and moves about 30 feet in, he will see little gnomish shapes waiting in what appears to be wagons. There is rough terrain here.\nThese wagons are metal, and have no wheels. The gnomes are using these as cover. Above George can just make out more metal and wood structures, it is hard to see though. He guess about 7 gnomes can see, maybe 8 or ten more scurrying about this large chamber in the dark above and below. {Arnat can help relay in song, the gnoll's message.}\n\nD'pat can move up into the darkness behind the two point-men, now.\n\nTamis makes another desperate shot using her ears into the dark cave! By luck she grazes one of the gnomes George can see with his darkvision {30 feet away}, and wounds a gnome badly! {d:5} Tamis will only hear a yelp to know her shot landed.\n\nMany gnomes have a round of reloading, but a few gnomes in the darkness fire their machine gun-crossbows upon George and Silme, and even D'pat. All of your armors and defense protected you against the pesky wooden attacks. The three fighters are surrounded in wood splinter clouds, as they feel the bolts pelt them and explode harmlessly. {OOC-No damage again! Lucky PCs! 😎 }\n\nAs Hiram finally moves past the two elves by the boulder, he will indeed find that this large chamber can easily fit the ogre, maybe 4 times over! It is large, and if all move in, out of the way, the ogre will be able to enter. The chamber opens up below deep into the earth, Hiram can tell from the echoes in the room. He will be aware that his calm emotion spell had little effect, but now the allied warriors have broken into the room! He can't see much in the darkness from the boulder.\n\nEnd Round 2-------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas\nArnat 20+5\nSilme\nGeorge 5+3\nD'pat\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nHiram 5-5 " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Ah.... Sunrod? Alchemists' fire? Anyone?\" \n Couldn't Merianne have given me some warning what I was in for? Virtually blind, Hiram sounds his horn again, aiming down the slope. He moves forward, trying to keep inside the cloud. He trusts the elves to get out of his ogre's way or failing that, the ogre to push past." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas reaches into his bag, pulling out a Sunrod and striking it, lighting it. He attempts to move forward to the rock to give it's light to the fighters." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "In the flare of the light of the sunrod, Silme moves towards the gnomes, shield forward, doing his best to stay alive for the moment. He shouts to the others, \"Keep that light coming forward! If anyone has any useful spells, cast them! Tamis, keep firing! Fighters, forward!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove closer to the gnomes, keeping total defense up.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George relays what he can see to the others. \" They are hiding in large metal wagons, but without wheels. There are more in some framework behind the wagons. Maybe as many as 20. New guy, perhaps your brute can tip them out of their boxes? \"\n\nGeorge moves so that the rest of the party can enter the cavern, but doesn't move to attack the gnomes massed before them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nContinuing Total Defense AC 20\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kithas has a his sunrod out, and he moves forward to give its light to the fighters. As he does he illuminates more of this large cavern. The whole place slopes down into an underground valley, which only a tiny part can be seen. There are strange buildings and other partially built structures, including two large ships, that look similar to the flying ship you all saw before, but only partial built.\n\nArnat sings long and loud from the cave...\n\nSilme moves forward, he can get to the gnomes and even manuever around the tipped over wagon-things to get at them\n\nGeorge can see a few more gnomes, as his ears prove him right, in the shadows of the sunrod's light. He too can move to a few gnomes. The area is large, and there are gnomes trying to take cover all over... including in the darkness above.\n\nD'pat can defensively move into position as well.\n\nTamis has a clearer shot and can actually see the gnome she injured now. She takes another shot and hits him right in the chest. {d:7} He drops and falls onto a stack of metal slats, tumbling them over loudly in a crash of metal. {OOC- Well, one gnome down, many more to go.} This one had been reloading his MG-crossbow.\n\nAll the gnomes fire at the three exposed warriors. This time in the explsoion of wooden bolts, some at point blank range, they ALL take damage. Even with defensive stances up. These guys just unloaded their bolt clips! {George d:8; D'pat d:11; and Silme d:11}\n\nHiram can change his action.... {OOC- I'll move him to the top of the round, for round 3}\n\nEnd Round 2--------------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas\nArnat 20+5\nSilme hp 11/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 15/32\nD'pat\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nHiram 5-5\n{OOC- I was a little confused to your hit points, so please tell me if I need corrections.} " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAfter the level of fighter and the damage George just took he's at 26/43.\n \n\n\nGeorge lets out a hyena like laugh as he charges a cluster of gnomes. Swinging the axe with all his strength behind it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPower Attack -3 to hit +6 damage\nDidn't know if there was enough room for an actual charge action. If so +2 on attack roll and AC becomes 14.\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n[roll=Damage]1d12+13[roll]\nNow have Cleave. Feel free to make those rolls whenever I qualify.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram realizes he needs to even the odds fast, but the summoning spell is a long one. He grits his teeth and spits out the last few syllables as he calls something, distasteful even to him. He spares a glance back for his delinquent minion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe spell completes just before Hiram's initiative next turn. SMIII for (1d4+1)[ 2 ] augmented fiendish hawks.\n\nEdit: 2? grumble\n\nAugmented Fiendish Hawk; Tiny Magical Beast; HD 1d8+2 (6 HP); Init +3; Spd 10 (2 sq), flying 60 (12 sq); AC 17 (+2 size +3 dex +2 natural); BAB/Grapple +0/-8; Atk Talons +5 melee (1d4); Space/Reach 2.5/0; SA Smite Good (+1); SQ Low-light vision, Darkvision 60', Resist Cold 5, Resist Fire 5, SR 6; Saves Fort +4; Ref +5; Will +2; Abilities STR10 DEX17 CON14 INT3 WIS14 CHA6 Skills Listen +4, Spot +16; Feats Alertness, Weapon FinesseB\n\nThey should get +1/+1 from Arnat's song, and I assume they'll smite on their first round of attacks.\n\nIs the ogre able to join the melee yet? As soon as it's out of the cave, Hiram will command it forward. If George's plan seems feasible (it can lift 940 lbs over its head) and useful, he will order such, otherwise, he will tell it to stay near the human (Silme) and slay gnomes.\n\nOgre Skeleton; Large Undead; CR 2; HD 4d12+8; hp 34; Init +4; Spd 40 ft.; Space/Reach 10 ft./10 ft.; AC 13 (-1 size, +2 natural +2 leather armor), touch 9, flat-footed 13; Base Atk +2; Grp +11; Atk Greatclub +6 melee (2d8+7) SA -; SQ Undead Traits, Cold Immunity, DR 5/bludgeon AL Always neutral evil; SV Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +6; Str 21, Dex 10, Con -, Int -, Wis 10, Cha 1; Skills: -; Feats: Improved Initiative;\n\nAs an undead he doesn't get the morale bonus, but with reach he should get his share of AoOs against those pesky, slow, archery-prone gnomes.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme dives into the midst of the gnomes, swinging viciously at the nearest gnome with a loaded crossbow. He shouts, \"Clerics, move in! We've taken some hits, and the healing could really help!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme moves to be adjacent to as many crossbow wielding gnomes as possible without being next to a melee one or provoking an AoO. He then attacks any one of the gnomes that's already loaded, if any.\n\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n Crit - (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat stops playing for a second to cast a Magic missile at the nearest gnome.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDamage (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Kithas holds in the cave while others ahead take action and clear out space.\n\nArnat pelts a partially visible gnome down in the depressed chamber and pains the little guy. The elf showing a little arcane talent picked up in his travels!\n\nThe armor is not tough, but the studded leather on the gnome protected it from Silme's glancing blow. Silme has moved around debris and is amid three of the gnomes that was firing upon him.\n\nGeorge charges to a few other gnomes, and cuts through one{d:21}, and misses another nearby. The struck gnome is partially cut in half , and the left arm was severed. George's laugh echoes in the chamber giving all the gnomes a good scare. {Morale checks will be made!}\n\nD'pat moves to two other gnomes and fails to strike one.\n\nTamis fires an arrow and fails to damage her target!\n\nThe gnomes try to retaliate. The two gnomes near George retreat 20 feet, reloading their guns with the large bulky cartridges. Other spray from high platforms rain their bolt sprays down upon George causing him great pain! {d:8}\nThe two gnomes near Silme drop their strange crossbows and draw swords... long swords for them, but short swords to most of you. One manages to give Silme a nasty gash on his leg.\n\nThe gnomes near D'pat attack with their swords. Both gnomes strike him, one nearly critical! {d: 5 and 6} One on either arm!\n\nHiram completes his complex spell and summons forth two dark hawks that swoop into the room and fly toward higher placed gnomes on platforms to wreak havoc. They cause some damage, but fail to kill the two gnomes that were attacked.\n\nWhen Kithas, Tamis, and Arnat move out of its way the armored undead ogre can enter the chamber. {OOC- Basically the ogre can move into the room on his action next round. He's so big he is moving slow in the cave, and people are still in the way.}\n\nEnd Round 3---------------------------->\n{Many delays! Sorry.}\n\nInitiatives:\nKithas\nArnat 20+5 hp 15/17\nSilme hp 5/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 18/43\nD'pat hp 21/32\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nHiram 5-5\nAllied Ogre\n2 hawks " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram leaves the minion to its own devices and commands the hawks to continue harassing archers above. Seeing Silme in trouble, he moves that way, finally drawing his sword. \"You know, Silme, you're not cute enough to cross a battlefield for.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI don't think Hiram has enough move to get an attack on Silme's gnomes this turn, but if I'm wrong: (1d20+8)[ 25 ] , +2 if he can get a flank, for (1d8+3)[ 5 ] . Confirm critical (1d20+8)[ 16 ] , (1d8+3)[ 6 ] . Numbers include bardsong morale bonus.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme slashes at one of the sword wielding gnomes, then brings his shield around to smash it across the face, shouting, \"Kithas! Hiram! Somebody get down here and heal me! If you let me be killed by gnomes, I will haunt you for the rest of your lives!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack with sword and shield, use shield on second gnome if first one drops.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 7 ] \n SwordAttack - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n SwordAttack - (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n SwordAttack - (1d3+2)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "OOC: Sorry for the mistake, last three rolls are Shield Attack, Crit and Damage, in that order." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George looks at the two gnomes that retreated from him. \" I'll be back for you.\" He then moves to assist Silme with his triplets.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharge to assist Silme. +2 attack -2 AC (AC 14), PA -3, +6. Bard song not included. Roll Cleave if qualify.\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d12+13)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas moves toward Slime, dodging out of the way of any stray gnome parts. He reaches out. Keep fighting, Slime. These gnomes will not hold us back.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCMW: (2d8+4)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Hiram moves forward and can cut down a gnome on his way to back-up Silme. {d:5} The gnome bleeds and is dying!\n\nKithas pushes forward near the brave human, Silme, and heals him of his wounds! He is near Hiram also.\n{+14}\n\nArnat moves in, to a safe, covered position and begins playing his inspiring music. {Bard +1}\n\nSilme is invigorated and cuts down one gnome, and knocks the next gnome into machinery with a shove of his shield.\n\nGeorge can see Silme has given himself some room, but there is a gnome nearby that is reloading his R-R crossbow as quickly as he can. The gnoll unloads the gnome of his head. The bloody tinker's head bounces up into the bottom of one of the partially built flying ships hanging below.\n\nD'pat batters down one of the gnomes near him. The tinker gnomes are beginning to show real fear!\n\nTamis misfires as she moves into the chamber and behind some cover. She will hear something coming from the darkness below in the sloping chamber that goes deep into the darkness. A wooshing noise as if something is flying towards you.\n\nThe ignored gnomes fire as they can, and one litters George's backside with bolts! {d:12}\n\nThe gnomes above are having some trouble with the evil hawks, but a few are able to fire down upon you. D'pat and Arnat are the two who recieve the brunt of the attack. Even in cover the bard is pelted with bolts. {d:12} D'pat feels a few of the wooden bolts puncture and dent his armor. {d:11}\n\nThe gnomes are about to faulter, but it sounds as if reinforcements are coming.\n\nThe ogre can finally break into the room, and will absolutely flatten the last gnome battling D'pat. All of you are out of melee, but there are some gnomes above, and even some further down in the chamber.\n\nThe two hawks are able to finish-off the gnomes they feasted upon, and already look for more to kill!\n\nEnd Round 4-------------------------------->\n{OOC- More enemies are flying in!}\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram\nKithas\nArnat 20+5 hp 3/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 6/43\nD'pat hp 10/32\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nAllied Ogre\n2 hawks " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme shouts to the others, \"Regroup! Get under cover. Clerics, heal George. The bard can handle himself. Everyone, to me!\" He then dives into the most defensible position and works to keep himself alive.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme moves to the most defensible position within reach of most or all of the party, the carts or a boulder, something like that, and does Total Defense for +4 AC.\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Let's move, George.\" Kithas heals the gnoll, before speaking again. \"There is still much more blood to be spilled.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCLW: (1d8+4)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\nHe then moves to a secure location where he cannot be targeted. If required, he puts a cover over the sunrod to block out it's light temporarily." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George lets loose another hyena like laugh despite the pain from the bolts. \" I will pay each of you back for that! \" he screams at the most likely causes of his pain. Before he charges in he rethinks Silme's words and follows him to cover. \" There is something to you after all. I'll be sure to eat you slowly, to really enjoy the flavor should you fall. The new guy, I'd probably die of poisoning if I ate him. \n \n Spoiler \n\nTotal Defense AC 20\n18/43 HP after Kithas' healing.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Minion, sunder that pillar,\" commands Hiram, indicating one of the supports to the scaffolding used by the gnome snipers. Hiram goes after one of the gnomes that fired on George while mentally ordering the hawks to new targets.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm. Too bad Hiram acts before the call to regroup. He's going to find himself way out front.\n\nHiram wants the hawks going after gnomes that, if that section of scaffolding collapses, won't fall.\n\nAgain, I'm not sure about range. If Hiram can reach a gnome, he does so. (1d20+8)[ 11 ] (1d8+3)[ 5 ] (Crit (1d20+8)[ 21 ] (1d8+3)[ 8 ] ). If he can't he'll, double move to some full cover, or full defense/single move if no cover is available in that direction.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Yes, I do like to move the battles along. 😎\n\nHiram moves forward and engages a shaken gnome, but only manages to deflect the attack off his leather armor. He also boldly commands his minions.\n\nKithas eases George's pain, and the two can gather together in the large sloping chamber.\n{+12}\n\nArnat darts under some cover, and hides away from the group. His bardic music still inspiring all of you.\n\nSilme and George dart for cover under a scaffolding. Above them Hiram's hawks are attacking the rest of the gnomes here.\n\nD'pat moves after Silme and George seeking some cover.\n\nTamis provides some cover as she tries to move into the shadows. She drops another gnome from the scaffolding, it falls screaming to the rock below. {d:4}\n\nThe gnomes retreat, if they can! Those on the scaffolding open fire on the hawks, and one is blasted back to Hell.\n\nThe whooshing sound becomes evident as the elven sorcerer returns and shows he came in another way. He rides upon the unicorn which is magically flying through the air.\n\nThe cover makes the elf's lightning bolt shot difficult, but he aims all of it at the paladin! It is a mighty one, and electrocutes D'pat on the spot! {d:25 failed save} He is slain instantly. The elf drifts off the unicorn, and stays 40 feet into the air.\n{D'pat is dead!}\n\nThe unicorn continues its charge and slams its horn into the ogre! {d:15} Undead goo seeps from the ogre! Unicorn flying, by engaging ogre.\n\nThe ogre swats back at the unicorn and cracks some of its ribs! {d:17} It will be delayed in getting to the scaffolding.\n\nThe last hawk attacks a gnome, but the little humanoid defends himself.\n\nEnd Round 5------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram\nKithas\nArnat 20+5 hp 3/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 18/43\n D'pat- electrocuted by the elven sorcerer \nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nelven sorcerer\nUnicorn\nAllied Ogre\n2 hawks " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat quickly tries to heal himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCLW (1d8+4)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Oh. Oh, no. Silme, Kithas, finish off that unicorn before it can heal itself.\" \n\nHiram moves as close as he can to the sorcerer. Getting her attention, he instills his voice with Power, attempting to overwhelm her will and reason with a single imperative, \" Come. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Action pending OOC questions. If Hiram can get close enough, he will Command the sorcerer to approach (Will DC15). If she resists, or he can't get close enough, he'll send the remaining hawk after her, and pray the archers do the right thing. He would order them, but since they neither like nor trust him, that might be counter-productive. Never order what you cannot compel.\n\n If he can't get near the sorceror, he will burn a Bull's Strength to spontaneously Inflict Moderate Wounds on the unicorn (cast, move, touch) (1d20+6)[ 11 ] (touch, +2 for flanking, if that's possible) (2d8+6)[ 12 ] . I'm not certain Hiram gets +1 morale to damage (included); An attack roll makes it a weapon-like spell. \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George curses as he sees the flying sorcerer. He speaks to Silme quickly before taking off. \" Keep that sorcerer's attention. If it catches me I'm screwed. \" Then George starts to climb the scaffolding trying to get above the sorcerer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Climb = 21 \nRepeat as needed. George is trying to keep the scaffolding between him and the sorcerer. Once he's above the sorcerer the plan is to jump on to the caster to try to bring it down.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme charges toward the unicorn with renewed fury, screaming in rage as his blade cuts a sweeping arc at the noble beast. He does his best to strike at the unicorn while still distracting the wizard.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme charges at the unicorn, attacking with his sword. If possible he stays between the elf and george, but not in a direct line, so as not to be caught in a two-for-one lightning bolt. Flank with the ogre on the unicorn if possible.\n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \n Crit - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Battle continues!\nRetro ogre attack:\nThe ogre clips the unicorn on the charge in! And it looks bad!\n__________________________________________________ _______________\n\nHiram climbs up on some of the equipment to get him closer to the flying elf, but the elf shrugs off his spell, and eyes the priest with annoyance.\n\nKithas charges for cover, and will move toward some retreating gnomes.\n\nArnat stops playing his bard music long enough to drink a potion, pausing your inspiring courage for the moment. {No bardic bonus}\n\nSilme slashes the unicorn, but not critically! He can tell he nearly killed it with his attack! {d:6}\n\nGeorge will begin climbing up scaffolding...\n\nTamis fires at the elven sorcerer, but is unable to land her arrow's target. {Miss}\n\nThe retreating gnomes move in a bit as the unicorn takes the charge! A few fire into your misdst, mostly at Kithas and Hiram. They are wounded in the spray of wooden bolts! {d:8 and 14}\n\nThe elven sorcerer casts 3 magic missiles and targets the bruising ogre and damages it!\n\nThen the unicorn in a fury finishes the armored ogre, poking it with his horn, and then bashing it down with a mighty hoof blow! The unicorn is bloody, and it's shiny horn drips black undead material and looks quite disheveled. \"Flee Zalgaith! Flee!\" The elf shouts to the unicorn.\n\nThe last hawk continues its aerial assault, and drops another gnome! It looks about for other enemies.\n\nEnd Round 6---------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram 22/36\nKithas 20/32\nArnat 20+5 hp 15/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 18/43\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nelven sorcerer\nUnicorn \nAllied Ogre- SLAIN \n1 hawks " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme renews his assault on the unicorn, hoping to slay it quickly and move on to its master. His blade arcs through the air, with his shield close behind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 10 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d3+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, realizing that he is out of useful spells, and doesn't really have a ranged weapon, resigns himself to taking a more passive role in the battle, and resumes his playing.\n\nOOC: The +1 lasts for 4 rounds after I stop playing, so if i read it right, we should still have the bonus this round." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram barely controls his fury at losing the ogre. The unicorn will make a tolerable replacement. He looks again at the sorcerer. He shows his good side and raises his chin. \"You cannot resist me. Come. \" \n \n Spoiler \nCast another Command (approach). Is she armed, by the way? If she resists, move to threaten the unicorn. If she succumbs, move so as to lead her toward (or better yet, past) Tamis.\n \n \"Kithas? The unicorn?\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " George \n\nContinuing up the scaffolding, George tries to position himself for a jump onto the Sorcerer. He still tries to keep the scaffolding between himself and the caster.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Climb - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \nYou can auto this action until something about our situation changes (caster is brought down another way or dies, I get zapped, etc.)\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas turns, seeing the unicorn bloody. He grins, before looking to Hiram.\n\n \"It's rising under one of our commands, that I promise you.\" \n\nKithas casts a spell before moving to the unicorn and touching it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDMM Fell Animate Inflict light. ILW: (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \nNo more turn attempts for the day now. So sad.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Retro: The hawk will instead take its action and swoop down on to the MALE elven sorcerer. {Only female elf here is Tamis 😉 } The elf will fend it off, but now have an extra opponent on him! {OOC- My bad! 😎 }\n__________________________________________________ __________\nThe elven sorcerer groans as he shrugs off Hiram's spell, and he watches as Hiram moves toward the flying unicorn.\n\nKithas cannot reach the flying unicorn, and can wait for taller Silme to knock it out of the air... {The human could barely reach it with his sword.}\nKithas holding...\n\nArnat's singing inspiration never left... {OOC- I always forget! Corrections were made to last round...} but the sounds come alive again as he plays his bass again. {BARD +1}\n\nSilme fails in his attacks, and the unicorn, looks at him with sad, but angry blue eyes.\n\nGeorge can actually reach the top, much to the surprise of a frightened gnome... {One that actually wasn't killed last round due to the hawks' corrected attack.} He can be above where the sorcerer is right now.\n\nTamis finally connects, aiming for the unicorn now, just hitting its neck with an arrow, it falls dying slowing drifting to the ground. {Unicorn is dying!} The elven sorcerer screams in horror. \"Noooooooooooooo!\" \n\nThe few gnomes around try to act, the one by George lets him have it, unloading the R-R crossbow into the gnoll, filling his side with a bunch of little pins! {d:10} The rest of the few gnomes are ineffective at the moment.\n\nThe elf sees Kithas reaching up to touch the dying unicorn... {OOC- Here, I will allow Kithas to finish off the unicorn and make it undead if he wants...☹️ } He pulls out yet another scroll, and concentrates hard as the hawk flies about and attacks his face! He only zots a tiny lightning bolt, and Kithas even avoids most of it! {d:9 saved for half! to 4}\n\n{Kithas can move his initiative here if he want to touch the unicorn as it drifts down....}\n\nThe hawk attacks the elf, but ineffective this time!\n\nEnd Round 7--------------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram 22/36\nArnat 20+5 hp 15/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 18/43\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes\nelven sorcerer\nKithas 16/32\nUnicorn- Dying\n1 hawks " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "((Yes please))" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"So maybe he can resist, damn him.\" \n\nSeeing the unicorn brought down, Hiram heads for cover while drawing his sling. He drops his sword, loads, and waits for the sorcerer to do something.\n\n \n Spoiler \nready an action\ntrigger: sorcerer casts or activates a scroll\naction: attack with sling (1d20+4)[ 9 ] (1d4+3)[ 7 ] (included morale bonus)\n\nHiram is using a light shield because it takes two hands to load a sling. I'm not sure whether he loses his shield AC bonus for the whole round, or only while he's juggling.\n\nAfter further consideration, since the hawk has to maintain an airspeed, I don't believe it can ready an action. It will just attack. This fight would have gone better if Hiram had gotten more than 2 hawks.\n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George ignores the gnomes and charges over the side of the scaffolding, propelling himself towards the sorcerer, his lunatic hyenic laugh echoing through the cavern.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Jump - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n\nAim is to leap onto the sorcerer and initiate a grapple. so...opposed grapple check?\nTouch Attack = 13 rolled in OOC\n Grapple - (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \n God I hope this works I am so dead.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moves quickly and charges at the sorcerer, his blade flashing through the air to strike at the accursed mage.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharge, +2 attack, -2 AC.\n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n Crit - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- So, I am guessing Kithas will undead the unicorn? He'll be moved to the top of the round.\n\nKithas will touch kill, and reanimate the unicorn. {OOC- Right? Please elaborate what you actually do. 🙂 }\n\nHiram holds his action...\n\nArnat gets under more cover and plays music loud.\n\nSilme swings up and barely strikes the elf, but cuts a long slash in his leg that bleeds badly.\n\nGeorge's clumsy leap, barely gets his big frame out and over the elf, who notices the gnoll coming down. The grapple was going to be difficult, but the elf flails! {OOC- I was giving George a difficulty factor, but girly looking elf😉 , fumbled his opposing grapple!} George grabs the elf and manages to use the elf to cushion his fall. {d:2 to George... elf took more} George and the elf land right next to Silme... he was JUST missed in the fall. 🤢\n\nTamis fires more cover shots, and drops the gnome above George. This gnome plummets off the scaffolding, and lands crashing near the elf and gnoll.\n\nAt this the remaining gnomes flee. There isn't many, but they can be heard scampering down into the lower slope of this dark chamber.\n\nThe elven sorcerer only looks in horror as the unicorn rises. He does his best to struggle against George, but is unable to break the grasp of the dog-faced man. The elf remains grappled!\n\nHiram can see he can do something else... {Moved to the top of next round.}\n\nThe undead unicorn will rise near the dead armored ogre. {OOC- If I am understanding it all right.}\n\nThe hawk can continue to attack the elf... {OOC- I will move its initiative to the top too.}\n\nEnd Round 8--------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram 22/36\nFiendish Hawk\nKithas 16/32\nArnat 20+5 hp 15/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 16/43\nTamis 1+5 \nGnomes- Fleeing \nelven sorcerer- GRAPPLED\nUnicorn- Undead " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n{{Hi sorry for my serious lack of posting. It is not because I had forgotten about the thread but more because I was in hospital. I will spare you the details but i have had to have my apendix out as well as two blood transfusions and some form of electrode thing put into me (kinda like a pacemaker) after my heart stopped beating once. So if you would forgive me for the lack of posting im back hopefully good to play again. :) }}\n\nTurning around to check the quiver on her back she see's she is seriously short on arrows. 3 remaining, looks like it's time for carefully aimed shots.\n\nShe will move up to 30ft to try and get a gnome within 30ft of a shot then take aim and let the bow sing out.\n\nIf there is already a gnome within 30 ft she will shoot then move and hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPlease adjust rolls as necessary not sure what her exact mods are so ill roll blank base rolls. Attack and Damage both get a +1 if wiithin 30ft. Stupid TTW not being accessabile at college.\n\n Attack - (1D20)[ 2 ] \n Damage - (1D20)[ 11 ] \n MS - (1D20)[ 10 ] \n Hide - (1D20)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme circles the fight, preparing to strke if the elf breaks away from George.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady Action to attack if the elf breaks free of the grapple.\n\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n Crit - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George's hyenic laughter continues as he wrestles with the caster. He wraps his legs around the caster's waist, using the leverage to lock the caster's legs in place. His arms entwine around the caster's neck. \" You are about to draw your last breath, elf. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGrapple check do deal nonlethal damage.\n Grapple - (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n NLDamage - (1d3+5)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas reaches out and touches the unicorn, killing and raising it in the same moment. He beckons it to stand, and directs it against any gnomes still around." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"George, don't worry about squeezing the life out of him, just hold him still for Silme. And cover his mouth.\"\n \nHiram half-heartedly launches his sling bullet at a fleeing gnome and retrieves his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCommand the hawk to chase down gnomes.\nattack (1d20+3)[ 17 ] damage (1d3+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Glad to have you back Stimpius. All good parties need a rogue.\n\nHiram {OOC- I am assuming the roll was for the sling...} manages to knock down the last of the visible tinker gnomes yelping into the darkness, with his long white beard trailing behind him. This one tumbles and crashes to the ground dying and entangeld in his long beard.\n\nThe hawk also gives chase ripping something off... Hiram believes he sees a large proboscis go flying as another gnome shrieks horribly. {OOC- Are we coming up on it disappearing?}\n\nKithas: {OOC- I was assuming he did the raising last round. He can have two actions when you post for round 10. Though this battle is over. The rest might be chasing down the gnomes, in which I might speed up time.}\nHe now has the unicorn under his complete control. The blue eyes of the unicorn not visible are rolled up in its head. It is now under Kithas' command. The elf sorcerer continues to shriek, more concerned for the unicorn than his own life.\n\nArnat safely plays his music.\n\nSilme keeps his guard up, and sees Gorganiean is in complete control.\n\nGorganiean will then suffocate the elf and knock him out. {Elf sorcerer is out cold.}\n\nWeary from her covered spot, Tamis finally misfires into the darkness. She can hear that arrow snap.\n\nThe few gnomes left fleeing move farther into the darkness, and definitely out of dark-vision.\n\nThe elf is limp in Gorganiean's arms.\n\nEnd Round 9--------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nHiram 22/36\nFiendish Hawk\nKithas 16/32\nArnat 20+5 hp 15/17\nSilme hp 19/34\nGeorge 5+3 hp 16/43\nTamis 1+5\nGnomes- Fleeing\nelven sorcerer- OUT COLD\nUnicorn- Undead " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme looks at the elf's unconscious form, then brings his sword in a graceful arc, slitting open his neck and spilling his life's blood upon the stone floor of the cavern. He says, \"Where is your magic now elf?\" He then sheathes his sword and says, \"We should regroup before pursuing the gnomes.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCoup de grace the elf. D'pat and Dyeinon, you are avenged!\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas nods to Silme, before casting Detect Magic and stripping anything magical that shows up on the corpse. \"The sorcerer has cost us plenty. Let him pay a little of it back.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " \nThe elf dies, and the blood spills and slides down the sloped room into the darkness.\nThis battle ends here, and Kithas sees a bright magical glow coming from the unconscious elf. There is a pouch with scrolls and a few potions. A simple looking wand is tucked into his belt. None of the gnomes have magic, but a few have gems, which are worth their value in gold in the imperial market.\n{OOC- To account for high level play I have incorporated gems into the imperial market, so that wealthy can carry around less weight in their pouches. So, you don't need to worry about selling them for half.}\n\nWhen all coinage is gathered, and Tamis has appraised it, she will find several glittering golden citrines. {20 @ 50 gp each}\nAs well as approximatley 500 gold coins, printed by an ancient pagan underground gnome kingdom, but all complete gold coins were of worth in the empire... though usually quickly converted by any of the imperial mints.\nThere are 10 Machine gun/crossbows, and maybe 20 of the bulky cartridges recovered here. They operate like a crossbows, but will take some time to master due to the weighty awkwardness. {OOC-It counts as an exotic weapon.} " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram returns from mourning his minion and examining the new zombie. If he's envious, it isn't obvious. He nods at the elf corpse.\n\nHiram asks Silme, \"I didn't have a chance to ask before. How does your group divide spoils?\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme answers Hiram, \"We haven't had much to divide thus far, but we split the money among everyone, and whoever can use the rest gets it. If it's uneven, whoever did the most in that fight gets the larger portion. It's simple, but fair.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Fine.\"\n\n\"George,\" says Hiram, drawing a wand, \"I'm impressed. You showed intelligence, initiative, and a hell of a lot of courage.\" Hiram activates the wand and touches himself on the shoulder. \"You should get a medal or something.\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n God damn it, 2 arrows left. Time to play recovery. \n\n\" If no one objects ill hold the gems and figures for now as chances are i will have the best chance of getting full price when we get out of here. \"" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": "You all will have a moment to catch your breath.\n\n{OOC- As per fast leveling for this game in the early levels, it will continue with a XP bonus this weekend. I'll likely post it in the OOC thread.}" }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat steps into the middle of the room with the others and and begins looking around for ammunition for the crossbow taking 5 clips and putting them in his pack before returning to the group. So, we have an undead unicorn now, we're never without our share of reanimated corpses. Shame about the troll though. I have one healing left in me if anyone needs it. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The sounds of the gnomes fade, and latches being clasped can be heard in the dark's distance.\n\n{OOC- Big XP boost! +7200; go ahead and level immediately, but remember normally I don't do this, and you'd need to rest to gain the new level stuff.}😎 " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram smiles at Tamis. \"I was going to make the same offer. Thank you, no. My pack is light.\n\n\"Thank you for you sympathies, Arnat. In addition to cracking heads, it also carried a lot. It will be missed.\" Hiram considers for a moment.\n\n \"Kithas, if we encounter an ogre, troll, or hill giant, I would appreciate the first opportunity to animate its corpse.\" \n\nHiram takes his share, 3 gems and 100 coins.\n \n Spoiler \n(2050+500)/6 = 250\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " About five minutes after the gnomes fled into the darkness below, blasting and rumbling can be heard from the vibrations through the rock above you. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas takes his share as well, and then looks at Hiram. \"I don't have a problem with that, Hiram. I wasn't sure if you had the gem available to raise the unicorn.\" \n\nAt the blasting, Kithas looks at the ceiling, frowning. \"I suggest we move, very, very quickly. The gnomes are either trying to bring the cave down on us, or seal us in. Either way, it's not something I'd enjoy.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"We have to fire these ships, first.\" Hiram looks around for something with which to accomplish the task." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Hiram will see flasks of oil for the lamps and sheets of fabric used by the gnomes as balloon material. There is a lot of wooden structures, and with a little effort the whole place can be made to light up like a candle.\n\nThe rumbling will fade away, and as it disappears nothing seems to happen at the moment. " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nFinding the cloth and oil he smiles. \"Here we go. I'll get started on....\" He stops. \"How do you suppose they get the finished airships out of the cave?\n\n\"Nevermind. There's no time. Tamis and Arnat, see if there are tunnels leading deeper. There ought to be schematics for these things, expensive tools, and who knows, maybe the payroll. The more we break and take, the harder it will be for them to resume operations. Kithas and George, secure the upper tunnels, in case that noise was other airship dropping off marines. Silme, lets put D'pat and the elf in the fire. The former because he earned it, the latter because I really don't want to see him raised.\" \n\nHiram's first task is to make a torch from the wood, rags, and oil, before Kithas takes the sunrod out of range. Then (with Silme's help?) he sets up the ships to burn, but doesn't yet start the fires.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJoining in the middle like this, I'm not really certain of the details of the operation, nor what we'd have to do to constitute a successful mission. I hope this covers it.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Do not be a fool Hiram do not yet set these ships to burn. I need to search them first .\"\n\nTamis will then clamber up and around going through each of the ships, looking for secret panels notes books anything made of paper and colelcting it.\n\n\"Shout me if i'm needed. Oh and Hiram don't try and order me about again.\"\n\nWith this she will scramble up a rope toss her hair and as previously stated start her search.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Climb - (1D20+6)[ 12 ] \n Spot - (1D20+9)[ 16 ] \n Search - (1D20+11)[ 30 ] \n Listen - (1D20+9)[ 14 ] \nas well as racial for secret doors / panels if any\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram waves off the attitude, \"merely a suggestion,\" bitch .\n\nAs Tamis disappears inside, Hiram lingers near the tinderpile with his lit torch." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Before the elf is piled onto the pire, George makes sure to use his axe to slice away a few choice cuts of meat. Hiram's comments and manner doesn't go well with the head strong gnoll. \" I want to know who gave you the right to command me. You may have showed some worth in battle, but your unwillingness to heal me shows only one thing. Stupidity! \" With that he turns to Kithas. \" Do you have the potions Avery gave us? The needle guns these gnomes have do not agree with me. \"" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \"[Y]our unwillingness to heal me shows only one thing. Stupidity!\" \n\n \"Actually, it's pride,\" Hiram looks a little sad, \"You've acted as though you have an entitlement to my power, and as such, you've come up against my Aspect. My hands are tied.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Walking up to George, Arnat says I'll heal you if you need it. I have some power left. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "\" Thank you' \" is the rare response to George's elven companion." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram smiles, taking George's pageantry as a compliment, albeit twisted.\n\n \"Kithas, who has the sorcerer's wand? Is it a spell we know? Arnat, have you inspected it?\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The wand of the sorcerer looks pretty common, and radiates conjuration magic.\n\nTamis finds a few diagrams and even a few trapped chests, all about in the large chamber. The far-side continues to drop deep down, and opens up even larger. There are also side caves off the large cavern, and this is what the gnomes seemed to run toward.\n\nAs the group looks about a familiar, but startling voice sounds and Avery walks into the room, dispelling her invisibleness. She will want to see the papers Tamis found, and will be sorely disappointed. \"They must've taken their plans in those rocketing silver towers that disappeared into the sky. Merianna sent me in after you guys when she saw that. Well, the Guild doesn't have time to examine these in the boonies, so we're gonna blow these up.\" Avery will look about this region with Tamis and determine nothing of worth for these flying ships can be found. Though Avery will be pleased with whatever papers are found.\n\n \"You will need to take those to the guild to get your full payment. I wouldn't trust these wizards. Merianna will want her cut.\" \n\nHiram could have set up a nice burn plan for when the time came to destroy it all. " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"It's ready to burn. Have we finished looting? For that matter, have we finished our assault? There might be more further in.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": " Well, there are definitely more further in... Shall we press on? " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George takes his share of the spoils as the group discusses it's next action.\n\n\" Why don't we just find some of their charges and bring this cavern down around them. They may have some left around here. \"" }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme gathers his share of the loot, carefully counting it before placing it in his pack. He then says, \"I say let's leave now, while we can still spend our hard earned gold. We've lost three companions in this hell hole already, and two more before we arrived. If we lose anyone else, we'll have more dead than alive. Gold is useless to the dead.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "With Silme's comment about gold being useless to the dead he walks over to D'pat and searches him for any useful equipment.\n\n Search - (1d20)[ 6 ] " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Is there a stipulation in our distribution agreement as to what happens to our wealth and gear if we die? It seems it should go to the unfortunates' next of kin-- or church. That would remove a certain perverse incentive.\n\nIf we're leaving, lets load these unopened chests on the unicorn and get out. If we're staying we can fetch them on the way out. I'm in favor of staying a bit longer. If our opposition has departed all that remains is to avoid their traps and collect the spoils.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme thinks for a moment, then answers Hiram, \"I suppose that makes sense. I do think, though, that anything immediately useful should be used if needed. Your gold can go to the church, but we aren't going to die just to donate your healing potions.\" " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George looks up from D'pat's body. \" Church, smurch. I need some new armor. \" He then goes back to looting the body. When he is done he climbs back down of the burn pile.\n\n\" If you want to continue exploring go ahead. We need to find a place to lay low a bit and heal. \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"If you want healing, George, I daresay you shouldn't disparage either my or Hiram's church. Or you might end up laying low permanently.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sighs disgustedly, then says to George, \"While I am not the most pious person in the world, even I think you should show some more respect to our fallen ally. Buy some armor when we get back to town.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " George would need specially made armor anyway, D'pat has equipment, but it seems he left most of his wealth {if he had any} at home. He did carry about 25 gold pieces for spending cash on the road.\n{OOC- Remember to commoners 25 gp is a lot. Though in certain parts of my empire, that will be pocket change, but where you are right now things are standard gold exchanges. Those PCs with more world knowledge will know that gold is worth differing amounts depending on where you are.}\n\nThere are 3 chests, only one is heavy and might be laden with coin. The other are lighter, and may have other items? 😏\n\nWith the unicorn loaded, and party prepped the rest of you can continue on down the dark slope. It gets huge as you go in farther, and can see stone dwellings built along side workshops, and even other scaffolding.\n\nAvery the Guild Assassin, will accompany you here. She stays in the back, and tries to stay in the shadows of your party's light.\n\nThis place is a literal factory with metal-working and blacksmithy. There is even a chemist and potion stand. Avery will want it all searched for magic, she doesn't really want to do anything, and barely wants to be in here. She is amazed by it all, and can barely give the go-ahead to destroy it. \"That lousy Merianna will not be happy if we let any of it survive. Already their escape pods got away. She says they are going to a world in another galaxy, whatever that is. Far, far away. I say, good riddance, I hate gnomes. My master tells me of a day when the gnomish secret service ruled the underground and underworld. Yeech! They were in everyone's business.\" \n\nYou will see this chamber is huge and goes deep, but there is a bottom! This whole region is probably a mile deep, and there is enough fuel in here for Hiram to set the whole place aflame. The set-up will take the rest of the day, and maybe into the night even with help.\n\nTamis, Arnat, and Avery can search for more stuff, as Hirma and others prepare to light the place on fire. The stealthy ones will uncover a store of gems and even more coins in their search, as well as important papers and diagrams. Avery will want to keep one scroll.\n\nIt is the plans for the flying ships. Avery will tell you this is what the wizards want, and the reward you will pick it up in Old Galorine.\n{OOC- This will be the long trek back that Silme took with his deceased partners. With Dyeinon dead, you will be relying on Avery's directions and Silme's memories, it was the dwarven-barbarian Noris that had guided him to the North of Kandor.}\n\nFrom the bottom and continuing on the massive chamber will slope up, and eventually you will see a massive tunnel, on the far side of these hills. It is open to the air, and once you leave this area, you will see it is covered with an illusion of rock and bush.\n\nThere are a few lower caves also that can be explored off the main open underground. Tamis will see that many of these smaller caves are indeed trapped, but she can take care of them.\n\nBack deeper in here is a few carved rooms into the rock, and one great chamber that has strange towering orange scaffolding, about a hundred feet into darkness.\n\nThere are 4 of these great towers, and climbing up and looking into the darkness above you, will reveal above each a shaft carved into the ceiling, large enough to drive a wagon thru, straight up above the orange towers. You can see sky through the shafts, way up above. It would be a difficult climb.\n\nAfter a full day, with no encounters you will feel as if you have searched this place throughly. " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George pockets the coins before helping Hiram setup the controlled burn. When the group has gathered again his growl betrays that his patience has worn thin and he's ready to go." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas nods to George. \"Agreed, let us leave.\" He looks to Avery though. \"Would it be possible to borrow those plans for a few minutes in the next couple of days?\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nOnce Hiram finds something to drink, he raises it. \"I'd like to propose a toast, to the triumph of the strong over the weak.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": " We are finally successful. It's a good feeling. He says as he watches Hiram burn it all down. As the flames begin to catch, he grabs his stuff and heads for the exit." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme follows, drinking from a mug of ale produced from his pack. He drinks to Hiram's toast and then adds, \"To worthy companions, harrowing adventures, and piles of gold at the end!\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"They have the right idea. Lets get some miles behind us before someone comes to investigate the smoke.\" \n\nHiram takes another swig and gets out." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery looks carefully at Kithas when he asks for the plans. \"I'll let you, but you don't lose me tailing your asses until I leave with the flying ship plans. Tell Tamis to watch her butt though, I won't be able to bail her out next time. She's lucky I was there. Don't fear though, I'll be back... I'm sure.\" She gives Tamis a strange look.\n\nAvery will celebrate with any toasts, and will donate a couple of fine bottles of wine.\n\nOnce the burning of the factory begins, you will all have to flee the underground, for it will become unlivable as smoke fills the huge cavern and pours columns of smoke high into the night sky. The dark smoke clouds blend into the dark night and cover the stars. The burning will take time, and will likely burn all night. Avery decides to uncork her wine bottles to watch the trails of smoke into the night sky. She'll unceremoniously pass them, to drink straight from the bottles.\n \"It might be morning before this fire finishes. It might smolder for days, but we best get outta here by morning. I am sure the other druids and rangers in this area will want to know what happened here.\" \n\nWith the loaded locked chests, and all the bulky cartridges it will be difficult to load ALL onto the corpse-crafted unicorn.\n\nOOC- Treasure List coming soon.... " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n{{Sorry again computer died had to get it fixed not had internet access should be back to my usual one a day}}\n\nStrolling out of the underground complex she hears the words reminding her to check that all paperwork she found is still intact.\n\n\" I'll take the rest of the plans along to guild and give them Merinna. \"\n\nTheives Cant; \" Well m'dear we shall see, who knows when you might like to look at my butt again. \"\n\nWith this she'll wink at Avery and slip into the shadows starting back to where they are meant to be meeting Merinna." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nThe next morning, Kithas takes the plans from Avery and pulls out some blank paper he'd scavenged. He says a few quick words and nods as the document is duplicated several times over onto the paper. After a few minutes, he hands back the original and a copy to Avery. \"Now we have multiple copies to work with, so you don't have to worry about the only copy.\" he then looks at Tamis. \"Do you want me to copy your things as well, Tamis?\" \n \n Spoiler \nAmanuensis, 0 level spell, SpC. Copies non-magical text.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna will meet with Tamis, but this'll take her away from the group. Avery recommends Tamis sticking with the others, to go to Old Galorine for the Guild reward.\n\nIt seems as if everyone is ready for night's rest, and after the underground bonfire is set, and going, and a little drinking is done by some, it will be a late morning in the hills here. Tamis in this time can carefully open the locked and trapped chests.\n\nOOC- The treasure should bump you up closer to where the group as whole should be, but don't worry more rewards await!\n\n Tinker Gnome Treasure Haul:\n Several Machine gun cross bows\nDozens of bulky cartridges\n Chest #1: {heavy}\n5000 gold coins\n4000 silver coins\n\n Chest #2: {lightest}\nAbout 40 gems packed in straw.\nTamis estimates total worth of various valued in coin as about :\n6000 gold pieces\n{In the empire this is tradeable as coin, no lesser exchange rate needed, and is in fact the coin of the noble and merchant class.}\nOne is magical: Incandescent Blue Ioun Stone {you wouldn't know what it does yet.} TRANSMUTATION\n\n Chest #3:{large, bulky, not too heavy} \nA well crafted helmet {magical!} DIVINATION\nA boring looking wand {just a stick, with a quartz on the end, tied with wire}\nEVOCATION\nA dark dangerous looking scimitar, that is evilly enchanted and magic factor +2!\n\n Potions from Lab: \n{Rest was non-magical ingredients, too bulky for travel, but could be sold to wizards.}\n11 different magical potions\n3 oils\nand an elixir!\n\n From Elf sorcerer: \nScrolls\nand more potions\n{OOC- If you feel I am missing something, or feel you have something more, PM me. Yes, some of you I know have 'gained' a couple things. Some of you without even your knowledge.😏 }\n\n\n The hills of Northern Kandor:\n The smoke is still smolder in giant columns from the underground when the forest begins to stir with activity around your rest spot.\nThe group would not have gotten far by morning anyway.\n\nIt is late morning and you all had time to rest. Avery likely had sex with one of the men.\n{OOC- Depending on who says yes this would be her order of flirtation, with the gnoll being the last, should everyone turn her sexy slinky advances down.\nYes, Avery is a wild one!}\nArnat, Hiram, Silme, Tamis, Kithas, and Gorganiean\n\nEven if Avery is alone, she will be naked in the ground, in a pile with her blanket.\n{IF you want: her items can entirely be searched, should say Hiram distract her all night.}\nShe will be fully visible in all her blondness with no stitch of clothing or hood, when she hops up in defense staring at the forest around her with her bleary eyes. She is sick, hung-over, and all of you think you've discovered this lady's weakness for alcohol. She looks confused, and will not remember a thing of last night.\n{OOC- Post if you do ransack her items, even alone, Avery will 'take care of business' to satisfy her needs.}\n\nShe will mutter something about your surroundings at about the same time that Arnat and Tamis are becoming aware of the same thing. The two elves are unsure of what is coming, but it is a lot, and they are stalking up to you. Perhaps an army, for the forest has gone quiet, and that was actually what made all three of these fine listeners jump to attention.\n\n{OOC- It is morning, some of you are up and spelled already. It is likely that Avery is the last one asleep this late in the morning, she would be waiting for the group to leave.\nKithas will be having trouble copying the plans. It is quite intricate, and will take a little more time than he thought.\nAmanuensis will not work since you are not copying text, but intricate plans and designs. This may not be surprising for Kithas to have thought this to work, for this aspect of science was not really taught in the churches. There is engineering of a great degree that almost makes it all look magical, though Kithas is wise/intelligent enough to read and interpret the gnomes' plans should he learn the tinker tongue.} " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "In the middle of the night, Arnat sneaks over to George and says to him in Gnoll, Hey, i'll keep Avery occupied, you search her stuff. then heads over and [Censored]" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nBefore Rest\n\n\" Well looks like a good haul. We can split the cash when we get where we're going, and can anyone tell what these potions are? Oh and no need to thank me for opening those chests. Its fun just going through other peoples stuff. \"\n\n-------------\n\nEvening Meal talking etc\n\n\" Well boy's you know what im like time to get up and take a look around, I'll stand watch most of the night. Someone do 2 hours now then i'll take the rest. \"\n\nWith a swish of her hair she unstraps her bow and knocks an arrow and scrambles off towards a tree. Turning back halfway she says something in the theive's cant to Avery. {{PM'd to Wiz}}" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Arnat will easily be able to convince the assassin to sleep with him.\n\nWith everyone snoozing, on watch, or still drinking the bard and assassin will be up into the early morning, and the elf will only need an hour of meditation to recover, so he up when the sun rises, and as well as when the approach of many interrupts your late morning.\n \nAvery's stuff: \nSeveral healing potions: you can use these up and heal all PCs to full and have a few left over. 🙂\n{OOC- I will assume this is done.}\nShe has about 6 vials of a wicked poison, 3 applications/uses each.\nHer ninja leather is of shadow and +2\nHer two short swords are +1, and encrusted with tiny black opals, valued at 1000 gold addition to the swords' prices.\nVarious normal equipment, Hiram will find a couple of sunrods in her backpack.\nSeveral gems worth 1500 gp total\nA note-\n\n Nightstalker-\nIf the elf is pregnant, the warrior becomes less important.\nGood work in Gethry.\nBring any plans to Norkan.\n-Old M\nPS- Destroy this message.\n \n \nLate Morning: \nArnat had never been with a more sexually skilled human woman, and the bard probably guessed that Avery has also plied her skills as a whore. Many nobles ladies sold themselves as high-class escorts. The King of Kandor was said to be the biggest spender in this trade. Avery was impressed with the elf and his use of his smaller frame.\n\nAvery will likely be the only one asleep when the forest becomes alive in the late morning. Tamis can hear that there are a quite a few humans with whatever else is out in the woods.\n\nAvery yells as she looks about and gathers her things as she can, \"Secret Alliance members! There must be a nearby base!\" \n \nOOC- Inform me what you took, she may be fighting this battle with her blanket only. 😳 " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Hells.\" \n\nWhen Avery sounds the alarm Hiram again regrets his inability to prepare. Without any grasp of the local geography he asks, \"If we get split up, is there a river or a town, someplace we can regroup?\" \nThrowing on his backpack, he starts casting.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHeal %Level% hp for a full night's rest?\n\nHe'll cast Magic Vestments on his breastplate, and more spells if given time.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Don't Flee. Prepare for a fight, if we flee they will catch us straggling, they know the land better than us. \" You will all hear sail out of the trees somewhere closeby.\n\n Don't react. Thats what they want. I doubt even any of my own team can see my at this point. I'll cover them lets hope they don't flee. \n\nAnd with that\n\nPassive Spot and Listen to see if she hears anything\n\n Spot - (1D20+11)[ 17 ] \n Listen - (1D20+10)[ 11 ] \n\nand an active hide\n\n Hide - (1D20+14)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " George \n Pilfering Avery \n\nAs George rummages through Avery's belongings he pockets the gems as quickly as possible. He then drinks healing potions until he is fully healed, and passes the remainder around the party until everyone is fully healed, returning the rest. When he finds the note he takes it and goes to find Tamis.\n\n\" I think this might be important to you, \" he whispers then goes back to bed to sleep for the night.\n\n Next Morning \n\n\" Let them come. They will only meet their death. \" George readies the axe and looks about for the nearby attackers.\n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " You will have minutes to prepare as the sounds will near and slow, but they stick close to the shadows. Tamis, George, and Arnat will spot humans in armor. There are also other types too, but they are a little more stealthy or farther away.\n\nAll will be healed, and spelled up for this battle.\n\nReady to Rumble?!? 😎\n\nAvey will add to Hiram, as she wraps her blanket around her frustrated that she can't find her stuff. Then curses when she notices what has been taken.\n\nOOC- Does she have her blades or poison? This might be Avery's last battle, otherwise... not that you all would mind. 😎 " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme draws his sword and readies his shield. He says, \"Let's take care of these fools, then we can divvy up the loot. They probably have us surrounded. Form up around the casters, and let's see if we can't punch through. Which way do you hear the fewest?\" He directs this question at George and the elves." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram is irritable after sleeping in his armor. He's frustrated that an army has managed to sneak up on them, and that the group's response is disorganized. He's annoyed that Avery chose Arnat over him. He pauses to help her with her gear. \"You sure it wasn't flung away in last night's haste?\" he asks archly, but his own fingers go self consciously to his periapt. \"Look, fight as best you can. I'll save a Sanctuary for you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Silme, present arms.\" If Silme complies, Hiram will imbue his sword with Magic Weapon. He takes a Bulls Strength for himself.\n\n \"Tamis, we're not fleeing. This is a strategic withdrawl. Form a wedge behind the beast-- the unicorn, I mean. Kithas, choose a direction. Go.\" " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, being somewhat startled by the attack, draws his scythe and stands ready for the attack." }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George indicates the direction he saw the humans, \" I see some over there, \" then points another direction, \" I think the fewest are there. \" He then withdraws to stand about 10 ft. to Silme's left." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme motions the others forward. He says, quietly to avoid being overheard, \"George, on point with me. Kithas, Hiram, behind us. Tamis, Arnat, Avery, cover flanks and the rear. We move as fast as possible, try to break through. Once we're out of their snare we run full tilt until we lose them. If we get cornered, form up around the casters and make a stand. Any helpful spells, cast them now, because we may not have another chance.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The Secret Alliance Forces are coming up from all over, and slowly close in. You all will be well prepared when the cry of many men raises up and they charge at about 60 feet out in the woods. At least a dozen men, and many other THINGS too. The THINGS remained hidden, as a couple elves, and hobbits looked to be joining in the attack.\n\n\nThe hills higher to your back has few opponents, and they seem to be the more sneaky and hiding ones.\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5\nSilme 11+3\nArnat 8+5\nKithas 10+0\nGeorge 1+3\nHiram 7-5\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram moves forward with the group, holding his swing until someone-- or something closes with him.\n \n Spoiler \nWith no intiative consequence (yay, Unreactive) Hiram will move and ready an attack on the first Alliance member to come into his range. Attack (1d20+10)[ 28 ] (1d8+4)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme curses, realizing that the foes on either side could prove deadly. He moves around to position himself nearest the enemy melee fighters, and says, \"Form up in a circle. We move toward their warriors. Better the threat you know than the one you don't.\" He prepares to strike if any foes come within reach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an attack if anyone comes within reach.\n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \n CritCheck - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Colt", "message": "Arnat, being in somewhat annoyed at being awakened so soon, readies his scythe to swing at the first Alliance to come into range.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \nDamage: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The Alliance forces halt in cover of the bush, and stay 30 feet away.\nA volley of arrows fly into camp Kithas {2}, George{4}, and Hiram {2 arrows for 6 and 3} are all grazed, but every one of you is fired upon by more than a score of arrows!\n\nEnd Round 1----------------------->\nThe Alliance members have not closed in for melee, and remain behind shields at 30 feet. Some men stand behind wooden tower shields. The men with shields are spread at least ten to fifteen feet apart.\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5\nSilme 11+3\nArnat 8+5\nKithas 10+0 hp 40/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 53/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 36/45\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Tamis, did I hear you mention you quiver was light?\" He gestures expansively at the hundred or so arrows that missed, then winces as one doesn't. \"Ah... little faster, I think.\" \n\nHiram checks the terrain between himself and a tormentor, dashes forward, and lays in with the sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge (to cover 40'), attack on the defensive (net to-hit -2). (1d20+8)[ 28 ] (1d8+4)[ 10 ] crit [roll]1d20+8] (1d8+4)[ 12 ] .\n\nHiram prefers his odds against a few swordsmen than a score of archers, so he's aiming to 1) get cover and/or concealment from as much of the battlefield as possible 2) end up in melee (with more than one person, in case his charge kills the first one) to disuade their archers from shooting at him.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Hiram will look over to where Tamis was, and find her not there. She is up in the trees running toward a few men in the strong branches. She fires down on one surprised man last round, and drops him in the brush.\n\n{OOC- Stimpius PM'd action, I forgot to post. She was beinging sneaky before, but her dropping a fighter would be heard and noticed.} " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George looks for the weakest part of the Alliances line. As soon as he spots it he charges in, letting loose his hyena like laugh as he wildly swings the axe. He fully intends to break out of their circle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRaging HP 63/67 AC 15 (13 from charge)\nActivating Power Attack -4to hit, +8 damage\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 16 ] +2 from charge included\n Damage - (1d12+18)[ 25 ] \nRoll for Cleave feat if qualify or crit rolls.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme charges forward, keeping himself ready to fend off any attackers. He shouts to the others, \"Charge! Break their lines and their bones!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove forward, same direction as George, as far as possible without provoking an AoO. Ready action to attack the first person to attack a party member within reach of me.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis' shots this round deflect off a big bearded man's armor, as she charges forward up in the tree branches.\n\nSilme crashes into the ememy lines and hacks his way through the first armored man he comes to. He drops his first opponent of this battle!\n\nArnat will seek cover as he can, and plays his inspirational bardic music. He will see elves and hobbits looking at him in his covered position. {No warrior will charge his position in the middle of the group.}\n\nKithas holds using the big undead unicorn as cover. The unicorn also waits for any rear attackers, as these two guard the back of your 'circle'.\n\nGorganiean will see no line of attackers as the men are spread out, but he and Silme can form a strong front, and he will hack and destroy the first armored man he comes to. Gorganiean stands about 10 feet from Silme now.\n\nHiram pokes another fighter, as the trio forms a strong front to the many Alliance members coming at them! {3rd enemy to fall this round!}\n\nHiram is only grazed by an arrow as he steps forward. He can see the young man that fired the lucky shot nearby. {d:1}\n\nArnat is struck by two arrows in his covered position. Apparently two tough looking halflings were getting bothered by his music. {d:6 and 4}\n\nOther ranged attacks on the group miss. Including a mighty spear toss at Tamis.\n\nA rush of men charge forward, though not in a mad rush. Silme feels a sword poke his side as a man charges up on him. {d:5}\nGorganiean is also struck as a man with a long sword, who stabs the gnoll deeply. {d:9}\n\nHiram defends off his attacker, and Kithas will hear large heavy movements coming from behind. 'Charlie', the undead unicorn is ready and waiting.\n\nEnd Round 2-------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5\nSilme 11+3 hp 34/39\nArnat 8+5 {BARD +1}hp 7/17\nKithas 10+0 hp 40/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 44/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 35/45\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Last arrow, better make this one count. Vanish from sight and strike to help the guys. Well Avery really. Damn shes hot. No!. Concentrate. Hide...... \n\nWith this Tamis will attempt to blend into the trees roughly 10 feet behind the men and 30 feet above (those being the men that are attacking)\n\n Hide - (1D20+14)[ 34 ] \n Movesilentlyifneeded - (1D20+11)[ 15 ] " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram's superior swordsmanship allows him to bide his time. Guard, guard, guard. Strike.\n\nSeeing the bard faltering, Hiram calls to him, \"Arnat, take my horn; Make some cover for yourself,\" and your lover.\n\nCurious. I wonder how it will perform in the hands of a bard. \n\nHe draws the horn with his shield hand and holds it out to Arnat (moving forward as well if we've downed this set of swordsmen).\n\n \n Spoiler \nattack on the defensive (1d20+9)[ 24 ] for AC 20 (19 if Arnat hasn't taken the horn yet). Oops. That should be -2 more. Maybe I should have taken expertise at 6th.\ndamage (1d8+5)[ 10 ] \nconfirm (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis moves into the tree tops with ease, and disappears as best she can. None of her allies can see her. She thinks most of her opponents can't see her.\n\nSilme does what he can to move on the nearest man in armor with a wooden tower shield and keep the allied front with Gorganiean and Hiram. He cuts one man down who drops immediately!\n\nArnat sees he is in trouble, and spotted in his covered spot. He moves to a better spot, but still not in the direction of whatever is approaching in the rear. He will heal himself with a bardically inspired CLW . {+6}\n\nThe two hobbits closing in on Arnat can be heard speaking in the human common-tongue. \"Oh, no he didn'!\" \n \"Oh, yes he did brother!\" \n \n\"I'm mad now! Well, I get whatever Horn the priest is speaking of.\" \n\nKithas moves with the unicorn toward movement in the back. Emerging along after a few priests {of Ra, Osiris, and Isis} in full white and gold regalia, are two familiar dwarves. These two dwarves are behind the armored priests and were two of the three dwarves that were on the flying ship before.\n\nThe unicorn charges and spears one of the big human priests with his horn and kills him out right, shattering the golden holy symbol of Ra in the puncture!\n\nKithas uses the unicorn as a flank on one side and plows into the ranks of priests knocking down one mean looking priest of Osiris with his morningstar. {d:9} The Osirian priest crumples to the ground.\n\nGorganiean has to move more away from Silme to get to the next man in armor. The gnoll shatters this man and sends him to an early grave!\n\nHiram can see Arnat is busy behind him with the on-coming hobbit scout-brothers. He moves into the midst of human fighters and cuts another down! {d:10}\n\nAvery finally gets in gear and runs naked, with both her blades coated with poison, into the woods and shadows. Disappearing and doing what she does so well. Hiding.\n\nHiram, Gorganiean, and Silme are standing strong, but are spread out. The Alliance fighters are trying to stay dispersed, but that changes as those close enough charge. 2 to each PC warrior! Hiram and Silme's armor is sufficient to keep them safe this round, but Gorganiean is clipped on the arm by one of his opponents swords. {d:3} The man seems very disappointed with his attack damage.\n\nA volley of arrows comes in less than before, but some are effective for some pain. {Arnat:6 ; Kithas:1}\n\nThe two hobbit scouts move on Arnat. \n\"I'll teach you to heal my damage.\" \n \"I think that was my damage, brother.\" \n\nBoth hobbits charge toward Arnat and fire skirmish shots! Both hit Arnat in the chest. Arnat's last voices are the joyful squeals of the two halfling scouts. {d:6 and 11} Arnat collapses,dying with two arrows protruding from his chest.\nHis song will still be in effect for a few rounds more!\n\nThe 3 priests in back and 2 dwarves seem all prepped. Kithas won't be too concerned with the 3 human priests, who flail in attacking even buffed on the undead unicorn and Kithas. The dwarven priest moves to attack and his face goes white upon seeing the unicorn, \"Zalgaith! Noooo!\" The dwarven priest will carge ahead of the bigger and more burly dwarf. Kithas is hit with a crushing blow! {d:14}\n\nThe big dwarf moves on the unicorn and says to his priest in dwarf, \"I'll put him down!\" The dwarf's heart isn't in it and he misses horribly. {non-critical fumble} The big dwarf's heart isn't in the fight with the unicorn.\n\nMore commotion can be heard coming from the surrounding woods.\n\nEnd Round 3--------------------------------------->\n\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5\nSilme 11+3 hp 34/39\n Arnat 8+5 {BARD +1} SLAIN \nKithas 10+0 hp 26/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 41/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 35/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Ask you god for your eyes.\" Kithas reaches out to the other priest, deadly magic in his hands.\n\n \n Spoiler \nContagion. Hooray, I actually got to cast something not a cure spell. :P\n\nCasting defensively: (1d20+9)[ 11 ] DC is 18.\n\nDC 17 Fortitude for Blinding Sickness, dealing (1d4)[ 3 ] points of strength damage. Should he take 2 points of damage, he is blinded, no save.\n\n--Edit\nDammit, lost the spell.\n \n\n\nKithas then withdraws to behind the unicorn, dodging the enemies." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme notices Arnat fall, then begins striking with a renewed fury, hammering into his foes. He shouts to the others, \"Kill whoever you're fighting now, then make for the woods! If you fall behind, you're left behind.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nSilme attacks whichever foe would give him a clear path through the enemy lines. If they fall, he moves his full movement, getting as much distance as possible without provoking an AoO, ending in cover if possible.\n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \n Crit - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \n Spoiler \nattack on the defensive (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \ndamage (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \ncrit (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n\n5' step back from the other swordsman and put away the horn. If possible, keep ing his other opponent between him and the scouts that killed Arnat.\n \n\n Hiram \n\nHiram continues to parry and riposte in an economical style, which has so far left a string of corpses behind him. He momentarily disengages to put away the horn, giving his opponent a conspiritorial shrug." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Okay, so the first part of this battle is practically stand and fight. I'll move it along... relatively safely for your PCs....\n\nTamis can see that she is hidden from the big bearded man. He stands with two young men in robes, and appear to be wizards with their pouches and hats and such. She will be able to sneak attack any 3 of them next round. Tamis believes she has even hidden herself from the elves coming in the woods.\n\nSilme slashes one of the two men attacking him, and knocks the man down. He then runs for cover towards the middle of the group. He will find that you are all surrounded by opponents. The other man gets an attack off on the fleeing Silme, but deflects off Silme's armor.\n\nKithas touches the dwarven priest of Heimdall, and he screams out, as he is blinded! \"I'll kill ya blind, Evil one! You are as much scum as the cur, old King Blackbeard!\" \n\nThe unicorn rears up and begins to attack the big, burly dwarf with no remorse. The big dwarf is poked and battered, but withstands the powerful opponent's horn attack! He waves to the other three remaining human priests, \"Get back! You tend to the others! Vochal and I will deal with these two!\" He points at the devastation caused by the front-line fighters farther down the hill.\n\nThe standing priest of Ra nods, \"Yes, Ramstead.\" \n\nWith ONE mighty swing of his greataxe, Gorganiean, CLEAVES both men engaging him in half! They are killed instantly, and he has cleared himself of melee-opponents in a spray of blood.\n\nHiram has two men engaging him now, and he defensively dispatches one with ease. And the other begins crapping his pants, as the priest of power steps away.\n\nAvery is hidden somewhere in the woods, doing what noble-assassins do well.\n\nNo-one engages Gorganiean, but he does draw a few extra arrow-shots from the young fellows and elves attempting to stay out of melee. One of the arrows plunks him hard in the side! {d:6}\n\nHiram's warrior-opponent will flee.\n\nThe big dwarf hurts the unicorn a little, and the dwarven priest manages to clip Kithas with a lucky blind swing. {d:6} The 3 remaining priests in white robes with gold will go to help the others. The priestess of Isis will heal the dropped priest of Osiris, and bring him up with a minor cure spell { CLW }.\n\nThe two hobbits and elves by Arnat set up a close perch on your flanks, and rain arrows down unsuccessfully on the armored front-liners. Silme is pelted with several arrows but all fail to hurt him. He exposed himself a little on his run for cover, and they saw him, but didn't hurt him in the cover.\n\nThe big beard man with the 2 young wizards will be speaking to something invisible, that seems to be right in front of their face. Tamis doesn't speak fey-common, but it sounds a little like elf. She still can't understand what is said, or hear the soft invisible pixie voice with any distinction.\n\nEnd Round 4------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5\nSilme 11+3 hp 34/39 \nArnat's BARD +1 continues \nKithas and the unicorn 10+0 hp 20/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 35/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 35/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas backs up, motioning to the unicorn. \"Kill the Osiris priest.\"\n\nHe then heals himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nback up away from the blind one, trying to keep Charlie between him and the others, then CMW self: (2d8+5)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram keeps his sword pointed at the nearest fighter while he searches the field for an opponent worthy of him. With a tip of the head he invites George to join him in hunting down those halfling scouts.\n\nIf George heads that way, Hiram will too, charging the one who dared lay claim on his horn. Otherwise, realizing he's amongst the group's slowest, and that fleeing after Silme is a losing proposition, he'll go meet the clerics that are headed this way.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn either case, charging on the defensive. AC 18.\nattack (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \ndamage (1d8+5)[ 8 ] \ncrit (1d20+9)[ 17 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme curses, realizing that the cleric stands no chance of keeping up on foot, says, \"Hiram, get on that horse of yours! George and I will keep the breach open. Everyone else, move! After that elf sorcerer, I don't think any of us want to wait for their wizards to take the field!\" He then moves towards the nearest foes, slashing at them with his blade.\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n Crit - (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Caster's. Wow i hate them. Scum sucking bandits. Hmm big bearded man he looks like he'd be fun in bed. No distractions again. Blah, wonder how he'd taste though. No, arrows! FIRE........ \n\nLining up 3 arrows, she takes her aim.\n\n((Woot! Forgot about arrows i rescued just been marking them off, she went from 1 to 9 if thats allowed Blue))\n\nDrawing back the string to her cheek she lets the first fly, at the rear of the wizardy looking type on the left.\n\nFull round action; Rapid Shot.\n\n Attackwizard1 - (1D20+8)[ 27 ] - They should be flat footed :D and its plus 10 if not having to rapid shot.\n\n Attackwizard2 - (1D20+8)[ 15 ] - They should be flat footed :D and its plus 10 if not having to rapid shot.\n\n AttackBeardedDude - (1D20+8)[ 23 ] - They should be flat footed :D and its plus 10 if not having to rapid shot.\n\n Damagewizard1 - (1D6+1)[ 2 ] \n Backstabwizard1 - (3D6)[ 11 ] \n Damagewizard2 - (1D6+1)[ 2 ] \n Backstabwizard2 - (3D6)[ 10 ] \n DamageBeardeddude - (1D6+1)[ 5 ] \n BackstabBeardeddude - (3D6)[ 14 ] " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Round 5:\nTamis pops out of the trees and fires a flurry of shots! {3 shots?!?} All three connect, and she drops the two young wizards killing them outright with two shots to their throat. The man with the big beard, is struck close to the heart and pained, and yells out in anger. {OOC- I thought she recovered some arrows.😎 }\n\nSilme will actually see that the bold halfling brothers are close enough for him to move on them, they stand near the dead Arnat. Unfortunately, the little halfling is too quick and ducks under Silme's blade. {By the way this is the one eager for Hiram's Horn.}\n\nKithas makes himself feel a lot better, even with the pressure of the blind cleric trying to kill him. {+17}\n\nThe unicorn moves away from the big buff dwarf, and stabs the recovered priest of Osiris through the heart, killing him good now. The priestess of Isis angrily screams out as she sees this happen with the Osirian priest still in her arms. \"Noooooo\" \n\nGorganiean is raged and sees only fearful humans. He moves over the dead cleaved humans and hacks down on the young teen with a bow shivering nearby. Gorganiean chops both legs off, and the teen is dead!\n\nHiram can at least move toward the nearest opponent, as Silme has, which is also the hobbit that wants Hiram's horn. This little scout is quick, and he dodges Hiram's attack. He looks at the priest as he rolls away drawing his sword. \"You're what? A priest of Power? That's what the elves say! What kind of god is that? You don't even need to pay me to kill you. You're kind is bane to civilization!\" His sword deflects off Hiram's armor, much to his annoyance. He calls to his brother nearby. \"Cover me! You still can't hit me brother!\" This halfling laughs a little crazily, as his brother looks to take aim on the priest, even with dangerous Silme right there.\n\nThe brother scout's skirmish moving shot ricochets off Hiram in a shot right over his brother's shoulder.\n\nTamis has just killed two young wizards and the man with the beard screams angrily. He moves on Tamis pulling a spear from his back and hurls it hard up toward the elf in the tree. He throws it powerfully, showing off his muscles! It slashes open Tamis' arm, and rips a chunk of her shoulder open! {d:8}\n\nA tiny dark arrow also comes out of the air by where the man spoke, and pokes Tamis in the leg. It doesn't hurt, but the arrow seems to fade into Tamis' body. It seems to fog Tamis' mind, but she can shake off this memory fog effect! {Save success! 20!}\n\nAs Silme looks at the squirmy little halfling, a few elves take shots with their long bows. Two are expert shots, and he feels pain in his back! {d:2 and 7}\n\nThe few remaining humans in the front flee from Gorganiean. The gnoll will see the closest opponent to him now is the man with the big beard trying to knock Tamis out of her tree.\n\nThe big dwarf tries to take out the unicorn as it slays another of his priestly allies. He manages to cause it some more damage. The priestess also causes the undead unicorn pain with a positive energy touch.\n\nThe two other priests rush to fallen men in the melee zone. They have not yet healed these fallen, and Gorganiean will also take notice of these two 'fresh meat' armored men, that have entered into his range of attack.\n\nThe blinded priest swings a mighty CRITICAL strike, but finds his mighty blow is a complete miss! He screams out, \"FALL IN!\" \n\nWhatever big thing was up higher in the hills is now moving down towards Kithas and the unicorn.\n\nAvery will jump out and execute the big bearded man coming at Tamis. Avery smirks, and gives the elf a tip of her sword-salute. Then the naked assassin will then move back into the woods.\n\nEnd Round 5-------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nSilme 11+3 hp 25/39\nArnat's BARD +1 continues\nKithas and the unicorn 10+0 hp 37/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 35/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 35/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme shifts slightly, trying to put the halfling between himself and Hiram. He slashes at his back with his sword, then brings he shield over in a shield bash to the head. He shouts, \"Drive them back! We can hold them!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n5 foot step to flank, if possible, then full attack w/shield bash. Add +2 to rolls if flanking.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 9 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas moves away from the blinded idiot to his unicorn, channeling evil magics to 'heal' the undead creation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving to Charlie. I don't draw an AoO because the other priest is blind. Channeling my cure serious to inflict serious. (3d8+5)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nHe then beckons Charlie to kill the Isis priestess." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Power is civilization, idiot,\" says Hiram slowly, \"I would lecture you, but you are about to die.\" \n\nHiram completes the flank (if necessary) and chops at the halfling.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTar, I think you forgot to add in Arnat's lingering +1.\n\nattack (1d20+13)[ 15 ] (includes flank)\ndamage (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \ncrit (1d20+13)[ 28 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+5)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Oww, stupid man. Nice one Avery. She looks hot even fighting. Now where did that stupid arrow thing come from? Hang on, im in the open. Time to scuttle round and hide first. Then lets play shoot the shooter. \n\nSo the plan is, climb and move roudn the other side of the tree. Hide and try to spot this thing that shot me, or listen for it.\n\n Climb - (1D20+5)[ 23 ] \n Hide - (1D20+14)[ 33 ] \n Spot - (1D20+11)[ 23 ] \n Listen - (1D20+10)[ 13 ] " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Fully immersed in his anger, Gorganiean sees only two Hiram's as the priests close in trying to heal those he fell. \" You defy me. You dare to command me. I'll show you true power. \" With his hyenic cackle echoing through the woods, George moves to engage the pair of priest trying to heal the fallen warriors.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlue. You have my HP 10 short of my raging norm. Please add 10.\nSorry for my absence over the weekend. The wife is keeping me busy finishing up Christmas shopping.\nPower Attack -4 to hit, +8 damage\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d12+18)[ 26 ] \nRoll for Cleave if qualify.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis climbs up higher in the tree and tries... unsuccessfully to spot or hear the invisible shooter. She can see no other opponents near her here.\n\nThe halfling ducks under Silme's sword attack, but takes the fighter's shield right in the face, bloodying his nose. \"I'll feed you to my dogs for that one!\" The angry little halfling mutters.\n\nKithas move away from the blind dwarven priest and heals the undead unicorn with his negative release of energy. This doesn't make the burly dwarf happy, and he snarls in anger. When the order is given for the unicorn to kill the priestess, he can only shout, \"Nooooooo!\" As the undead unicorn skewers the girl through the chest and bloodies its horn even more. The top of the unicorn's head streams with blood from his victims this battle, and drips off its now red-dyed beard\n\nGorganiean will see the two priests, the closest is the other priest of Osiris, who was not felled yet. The other priest is farther away. Gorganiean plants his axe in the man's back, and nearly slices him in half with a mighty blow. This guys is dead outright! The last young priest {of Ra} looks in fear at the crazed, raging gnoll.\n{OOC- Thanks for the correction... no prob, got busy myself with my own wife. 😎 }\n\nHiram moves around Silme to flank the bold halfling, who takes damage from Hiram's sword's slash, but doesn't drop the halfling. Hiram does leave a nasty slice on the halflings back, to go with the bloody face Silme gave him. This halfling is tough, but even he realizes he is in trouble, and stops his chatter.\n\nAvery remains hidden.\n\nThe angry halfling goes for Hiram, but can only hit armor.\n\nMany arrows fly in, from various positions. Mostly at those in the center of the group, and at raging Gorganiean. No-one is hurt from arrows this round.\n\nThe blinded dwarf will take the brief moment he has to dispel the magic on his eyes, and is successful, showing that he is nothing to be trifled with. \"Now!\" he glares at Kithas, \"Now I can see you much better! You will die!\" \n\nThe burly dwarf is also a tough fighter, and shows why the tinker gnomes on the flying ship also gave him a position of importance. He batters Kithas hard, twice! {d:11 and 8}\n\nThe last of the young priests heals a man Silme had dropped, and brings him up, and will say urgently to the recovered man, \"Come, Lasko! Come! We must flee!\" Gorganiean can still get to these guys next round... uh-oh! {OOC- Watch out Cleave!}\n\nTamis will see that the little invisible archer has moved and fires a green arrow at Gorganiean. But, it deflects off the gnoll's armor. Tamis is far from the archer, and will have difficulty in hitting this guy.\n\nSomething large seems to be crashing from up the hill. Kithas and the undead unicorn will see some figure tromping through the woods above them.\n\nEnd Round 6----------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nSilme 11+3 hp 25/39\nArnat's BARD +1 continues\nKithas and the unicorn 10+0 hp 19/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 45/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 35/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Ah. Then you know when to hold your tongue. You would make a good slave, or perhaps a catamite. Do you wish to surrender?\" \n\nHiram makes a lewd gesture with his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll just assume the answer is no. If Silme downs this one, Hiram will Command the halfling's brother to 'approach' (Will DC 15) and if the spell is successful, position himself to draw the halfling past Silme and/or George for a feast of AoOs. If Silme doesn't kill him, Hiram will continue the flank and attack with his sword.\nattack (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \ndamage (1d8+5)[ 10 ] \ncrit (1d20+13)[ 23 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Hmm, can see, just not hit it. No one else has noticed it. Oh well its time to go play hit the little turd. \n\nFull round moving to get as close as i can to the creature, MS and hiding of course so rolls have that penalty in already. If i can get to within 30ft then my move has some left, ill move to within 20 incase it moves.\n\n Move Silent - (1D20+6)[ 11 ] \n Hide - (1D20+9)[ 23 ] " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- The halfling 'archer' brother is not in range to walk through any AoOs.\nKithas and the undead unicorn is nearby Silme and Hiram, who are pretty much in the central encampment area, due to movement.\n\nGorganiean is farther down the hill amid most of the carnage, though most of the men are fleeing. Tamis is in a tree down the hill, none of you know where she is, or Avery for that matter.\n\nOOC2- Sorry for the maplessness. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas heals himself and then mounts the unicorn and directs it to charge the now unblinded dwarf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCMW: (2d8+5)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "Gorganeian doesn't even bother with words as his hyenic laughter speaks for him. He charges in attacking the priest and the risen soldier, his unbridled fury shining through his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGeorge moves to a spot where he has the opportunity to Cleave. Roll for him if he qualifies. If possible attack the priest first.\nPower Attack -4 to hit +8 to damage.\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] Add 2 if charge action used.\n Damage - (1d12+18)[ 24 ] \nAC = 15, 13 if charge used.\nHP = 45/67\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme laughs, his sword and shield darting in to strike at the halfling. He says, \"Dance, my diminuitive friend! Those hideous feet must be good for something!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nFull attack. Flanking and bard song bonus added in for a change. Don't get used to it 😉\n SwordAttack - (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+5)[ 12 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+3)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Thanks for putting the 'if, then' options...\nAlso didn't mention all archer movement. The halfling brother retreated back away and towards the elves in the woods. {He took no skirmish shot, many of the opponents are retreating or staying put.}\n\n Round 7: \nTamis will have to move back toward whatever is in the higher hills. She can't see what it is yet, but is closer to the center of the encampment now. No-one sees her, not even the enemy elves, that have been raining arrows on the group.\n\nSilme cuts the bold halfling's throat, spraying blood out onto the warrior. The little hobbit falls and his sword crashes next to him. The halfling's brother screams out, \"I will kill you!\" However, two other hobbits he retreated near, will be trying to pull him back.\n\n \"Izilte! Come on, get back!\" \n\nThe feeling of Arnat's music fades, and all you see is his dead corpse, and the memory of his amazing bass.\n\nKithas heals himself. {+14}\nKithas and the undead unicorn work well together, and as it stoops to swoop the dwarf to its back, and it points its horn toward the warmth in the good cleric's heart! The horn of Heimdall is clearly visible about the dwarf's neck, the unicorn tries to aim for it. The dwarf is struck , but takes the piercing strike like a warrior, and is prepared to battle the evil enemies. \"Abominations!!!\" \n\nGorganiean runs to the last of the young Egypto-priests of good, as he helps the fallen warrior. He can't charge in the brush, but doesn't need to. He reaches both men, and they look up in horror as the metal flashes in the sunlight and then through both of them. Gorganiean's axe cleaves them both!\n\n{OOC- I will allow Hiram to maneuver toward the other halfling to call the hobbit to himself, so Hiram could get the AoO.}\nThe greedy hobbit falls to Hiram's feet, so he turns and casts his spell on the brother. The halfling screams and shakes off the spell, and might've charged anyway, had it not been for the other two hobbits about 45 feet away that are pulling him back and away.\n\nAvery will sneakily slip under a tree below near Tamis. She whispers in thieves cant . \"I can see up yer skirt.... These guys have some planar friends I think. Let's hang back, see how the big boys handle them.\" She recoats her blade with poison, after her last strike on the big man was wiped clean. \"Sorry, I'm not more bold, but, I'm not cut out for warfare. I like street-fights... when they'd don't know I'm involved.\" she gives Tamis a smirk, and then pulls on her mask, and looks ready to dress back into her black leather suit.\n\nYou have all cleared out most of the lower hills or made them flee.\n\nThe hobbits are too busy pulling the brother scout back. This one watched as his brother was cut down, and bashed for good measure by Silme. He memorizes Silme's face, and yells in his squeaky little voice, \"I'll find you! I'll come! And I'll kill you!\" \n\nThe elves that can be spotted and probably a few more fire cover shots to aid the retreat of the hobbits. Silme is hit hard in the back, and hits a major vein, causing him to bleed a bunch! {d:9, 20 non-crit-, but max damage!}\n\nHiram is also hit with a nasty arrow shot in his right leg, which gives him pain! {d:8}\nAn elven voice shouts in the elfin tongue, \"Ramstead! Vochel! Get outta there!\" \nIt is clearly directed at the dwarves battling Kithas and Charlie the undead unicorn.\n\nThe dwarven priest steps back to heal himself moderately, and digs in to continue the battle. Vochel answers in poor elfin, almost as if resigning himself to his fate, \"Get the others to saftey! Ramstead and I know what to do!\" \n\nThe big dwarf, Ramstead nods in silent agreement as he continues to batter the unicorn, but it seems a lot more sturdy than he even can figure out, the burly dwarf, Ramstead looks confused.\n\nKithas will be the first to discover what the lumbering noises are. Thundering down the hillside is, what looks to Kithas, to be a 7 foot tall Rhino-man in banded armor. This thing is thick, and bearing down through the brush with its horn down for attack. It is about 40 feet up the hill when Kithas can finally make out what it is through the shrubs.\n\nThat is not all! Appearing right beside him was an 8 foot tall horse-man, steaming mad steam out its nostrils, and stepping out of blue dimension door.\n\nEnd Round 7-------------------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nSilme 11+3 hp 16/39\nKithas and Charlie the undead unicorn 10+0 hp 33/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 45/57\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme shouts back at the halfling, \"Come and join your brother then!\" He then turns to Hiram. \"That last arrow really nailed me. I wouldn't mind some healing if you can spare it. We make a pretty good team.\" He then readies himself to fight whatever it is coming through the brush.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTotal Defense. +4 Dodge Bonus to AC. Politely ask Hiram to heal me.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram dismisses the halflings, and hopes Avery and Tamis can deal with the elves. \"Move up. Kithas needs help. I will heal you on the way.\" \n \n Spoiler \nMove, cast, touch. If Silme comes with, Hiram will bestow the CMW on him. Otherwise, on himself. (2d8+6)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " Gorganiean \n\nThe gnoll howls in victory as the priest falls. His mind on the now he casts about looking for more targets. Seeing the dwarves harrassing Kithas, he charges in, \"Fear this ax you mange ridden filth! You will not see the next sunrise!\" As the ax swings he yells at Kithas, \"This is not all the blood of our foes. I could use some healing.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharge action against one of the dwarves. Positioned for Cleave if possible.\nRaging round 7/8\nPower Attack -4 to hit, +8 to damage\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] Add 2 if qualified for Charge.\n Damage - (1d12+18)[ 29 ] \nHP 45/67 AC 15, 13 if Charge\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moves forward with Hiram, graciously accepting the healing." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "From his position atop Charlie, Kithas casts a Cure spell. If George is within reach, he will reach down and tag him with it, otherwise he will hold the charge.\n\n \"If you drop George, I promise a hundred years of undeath for you before I consider your resurrection!\" \n\nHe then directs Charlie to attack or charge the nearest good priest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCMW: (2d8+5)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery will smirk as Tamis engages her in playful banter. Avery is serious though and she seems aware that the group uphill has unwelcome company. Tamis has lost track of the invisible green archer.\n\nSilme will hold with Hiram...\n\nKithas is far from Gorganiean, and can hold his healing charge...\n\nThe undead unicorn pokes and batters the good dwarven priest, and bloodies him bad. The dwarven priest grimmaces, and says, \"Ramstead... go!\" \n \n\"Not on yer life ole buddy!\" \n\nGorganiean will charge full speed up the hill and will be in range to strike the priest near his allies next round. This priest looks almost done. The big, burly dwarf, Ramstead looks like the bigger threat.\n\nSilme will move forward with Hiram and be healed, they will see the raging gnoll rush by them up the hill. Both dwarves will see this mad dash!\n\nAvery pulls her leather pants on, and continues to dress. She smirks as Tamis gets playful in banter, \"You best stay over there. I saw you try to be sneaky in Gethry.\" \n\nRamstead batters the unicorn some more, and his fellow dwarf attacks as well with a battle cry. Their fury finally finishes the undead unicorn, Charlie. Kithas and your treasure chests go tumbling to the ground. Kithas crashes off his dead mount and hurts himself, {d:6} but manages to concentrate and keep the held healing charge. He is at the feet of the two planar creatures.\n\nThe horse-guardinal charges at the on-coming gnoll. Gorganiean will see the horse beast engage him with a mighty whinny as it comes in close. It is still about 15 feet from Gorganiean. The whinny deafens Gorganiean. It also sends out 3 violet, magic missiles that pelt the gnoll hard! {d:12}\n\nThe elves fire shots on the retreat, but none of the arrows hurt the group.\n\nThe Rhino-man comes leaping in a jump kick attack that looks like an enormous fat man flying through the air, and coming down into the heap that is Kithas. It tries to charge head first into Kithas, but the cover of the undead unicorn and the fact that prone Kithas in the bushes is hard to hit cause him to miss. Gorganiean will see his potential healing {Kithas} in danger over the shoulder of this Horse-man.\n\nThe Rhino-man snarls as it looks down at Kithas, \"You have fallen from your people. Let me hasten you to your next life!\" \n\nEnd Round 8---------------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nCharlie the undead unicorn\nKithas hp 27/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 33/57 DEAFENS \nSilme hp 36/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme leaps into the fray, his sword black with the blood of his foes. His blade whistles through the air to hack into the rhino creature. He shouts, \"Hiram, heal George! I'll give Kithas some cover!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAttacking rhino thing. NOT charging.\n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n Crit - (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \n Damage - (1d10+4)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"He'll have to wait. We need reinforcements.\" Hiram begins a long, difficult spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf there's some cover from the retreating archers within 5', Hiram will avail himself of it. He'll begin casting SMIII. I'll select the monster(s) at spell completion next round.\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nTheives cant; \" This coming from someone who got robbed off some people they just helped. Yeah seems I'm the one that messed up here hun, and i've got better since then. \"\n\nWith one last wink at Avery, Tamis will move to within covering distance silently and secretly, then once there she will secret herself amongst some tree debris leafs and the like.\n\n Move Silently - (1D20+11)[ 13 ] \n Hide - (1D20+14)[ 27 ] \n Hide 2 - (1D20+14)[ 19 ] \n\nThere she will hope against hope she can spot the stupid little green archer if that fails, watch the battle develop below.\n\n Spot - (1D20+11)[ 28 ] " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis will move up and can get really close to the action if she wants. The first opponent she sees is the strange large horse-man fighting George. Even Avery will lose track of Tamis as she tries to finish putting on her leather suit. With trouble here and seemingly threatening our PCs, Avery may get moving soon! But, she's not in that big of a rush.\nTamis cannot see a sign of the invisible flying archer.\n\nKithas will move away from Rhino-guy and toward George, but can heal himself with his held charge, since he may need it soon! {+17} {DM action: may be slightly changed, but Kithas will likely get AoO'd, if he goes near the large horse-man-thing.} \n\nGorganiean strikes back at the horse-thing attacking him and strikes it with a mighty blow! {d: 21} Gorganiean sees he struck deep with his axe, but this beast has damage reduction, and about half the damage is healed as the wound seals up and stops bleeding!\n\nSilme can tell he barely struck the beast through its tough skin, but he did cause a tickle of pain. {d:5}\n\nHiram drops back as he sees the warriors engage the main front-line creatures. He will begin his summoning....\n\nThe big dwarf moves toward Kithas and swings his mighty weapon through Kithas' armor like butter! Kithas feels a lot of hurt! {d:14} Gorganiean will see this very close by as Kithas was moving toward him.\n\nThe Rhino-man faces up to Silme, it swings a strange looking pole arm, and misses! He head butts Silme with his horn, and gores it into him! Critically! {d: 6... oooh bad damage rolls for me!}\n\nThe Horse-thing tries to batter Gorganiean with both its hoof-fists, and clangs off the armor with one, and bashes Gorganiean's arm with the other! {d: 11}\n\nThe priestly dwarf will heal himself with a cure light wounds spell.\n\nThe other opponents can be heard fleeing still, and calling out to each other as they do. Mostly to see who of them is alive.\n\nEnd Round 9----------------------------->\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nKithas hp 29/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 22/57 DEAFENED\nSilme hp 30/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n They want big, here's bigger. Hiram finishes his spell and smiles. A massive, vile, red and black centipede is called out of Hell to aid him. It barrels forward to snap at the outsiders.\n\nHiram casts an Inflict and moves in after to deliver it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAugmented Fiendish Monstrous Centipede; Huge Magical Beast; HD 6d8+18(45 hp); Init +2; Speed 40' climb 40'; AC 16 (-2 size, +2 Dex, +6 natural); BAB/Grapple +4/+17; Attack Bite +7 melee (2d6+7 and poison DC 16 1d6 DEX); space/reach: 15'/10'; SA smite good (+6 1/day), poison; SQ vermin traits, darkvision 60', DR 5/magic, Resist cold/fire 5, SR 11; Saves F+8 R+4, W+2; STR 21 DEX 15 CON 16 INT 3 WIS 10 CHR 2; Climb +13, Hide +2, Spot +4;\n\nIf possible, Hiram will place the beast so that it can charge into a flanking position, attacking an outsider.\nattack (1d20+11)[ 22 ] AC 14 until next round\ndamage (2d6+13)[ 18 ] smiting + poison\ncrit (1d20+11)[ 23 ] \ncrit damage (2d6+13)[ 17 ] \n\nConvert a Calm Emotions into a IMW. Cast, move, touch.\nI hope the centipede is big enough to serve as a flanker for Hiram as well.\nattack (1d20+10)[ 29 ] touch\ndamage (2d8+6)[ 18 ] \nspell penetration (if necessary) (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \ncrit (1d20+10)[ 14 ] touch\ncrit damage (2d8+6)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme curses as the beast rams him. He Tries to stall the creature, fighting cautiously as he waits for someone to come to his aid. He nips at the beast with his sword, and his shield comes around to smack it in the head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFight Defensively, +2 AC, -2 attack. Full attack.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 13 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "George visibly shakes as the anger leaves his eyes. He begins sucking air as though it were a rare pleasure. His eyes spread wide in shock as he see the beast he is confronted with. Unable to hear the shouts of his teammates, he attempts to dodge the blows placed against him as he continues the fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFighting Defensively -2 to hit, +2 AC\nAC = 18\nHP = 12/57\nFatigued (-2 Str & Dex, can't charge or run until end of combat)\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] Add 2 if Flanking.\n Damage - (1d12+6)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis moves up close to the horse-thing ready to unleash a backstab arrow...\n\nKithas moves a full retreat away from the two deadly dwarves, toward his allies.\n\nThe exhausted Gorganiean clips the large horse-thing, and causes it a little pain, but not enough! He can tell it is resisting most of his blow.\n\nSilme stands strong, but his attacks deflect off the fat man-sized Rhino creature's banded mail.\n\nHiram summons forth a vicious looking centipede that barrels into the backside of the largest opponent {Equinal}! The large horse thing feels the nasty bite of the centipede and whinny's in pain! Once again not all of the bite went through! The poison does nothing!\n\nHiram can then move in to flank the Equinal, and touches it! Unfortunately his damaging spell fizzles against the spell resistance.\n\nThe two dwarf's move in giving chase after Kithas, and in doing so will become aware of the Hellish Centipede that Hiram just summoned. \"We got trouble, Ramstead!\" \n\nThe Equinal will wail into the weakened Gorganiean and almost kill him outright! {d: 11 and 9} Gorganiean collapses at the feet of Hiram, and the Equinal whinny's, \"Your days with Power are over priest! Your centipede causes me no fear!\" The Equinal is beginning to look really beat-up.\n\nThe Rhek/Rhino-thing on Silme, will continue to attack, and merely bangs up Silme's armor. Silme is unhurt.\n\nEnd Round 10---------------------------------->\n{Silme facing the Rhek. Equinal flanked by Hiram and centipede. Gorganiean is dying. Tamis is hidden and about to get off a deadly shot. Avery is no where to be seen. Kithas is likely near Hiram and Silme, or somewhere in between with the enemy dwarves giving chase.}\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nKithas hp 29/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp -8/57 DEAFENED and DYING\nSilme hp 30/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Tell me, equine, were you called to this plane? I hope so, for your destruction to be permanent.\"\n \nHiram glances down at the pile of George. \"How come I get all the lazy ones? Kithas, George needs you. You can bring your new friends.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n*bluff to deliver a secret message \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 18 ] vs. DC 15.\n \n Message PM'd to Blue.\n\nCentipede\nattack (1d20+9)[ 23 ] AC 16 again\ndamage (2d6+7)[ 11 ] + poison\ncrit (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \ncrit damage (2d6+7)[ 17 ] \n\nConvert another Calm Emotions into a IMW. Cast on the defensive; touch on the defensive (-4 to hit/+2 AC).\nconcentration (1d20+11)[ 25 ] vs. DC 17\nattack (1d20+8)[ 17 ] touch\ndamage (2d8+6)[ 12 ] \nspell penetration (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \ncrit (1d20+8)[ 27 ] touch\ncrit damage (2d8+6)[ 14 ] \n\nSo, does George's unconsciousness count as rest for purposes of rage fatigue? 2nd rage/day?\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Then fool, you should know true power comes to those that wait. Not those that rush in blindly, back to whence you came vile abomination! \"\n \nHmm is it the vile one or is that centipede vile?\n\nGuess its all a matter of perspective, hope that stupid archer doesnt see me, might take me out this time, ahh well arrows away! \n\nShooting the horse thing that picked on my george. Twice. In the back. From above. Hope this goes through its damage reduction. Thank goodness for rapidshot. So meaning if it dies - centipede and summoner boy can encircle the ram thing and someone can rescue george.\n\n Attack1 - (1D20+10)[ 18 ] \n Attack2 - (1D20+10)[ 22 ] \n Damage1 - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n Sneak Damage1 - (3D6)[ 7 ] \n Damage2 - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n Sneak Damage2 - (3D6)[ 12 ] \n\n- both attack rolls against flatfooted AC. Should be 36 damage forgot the PB shot - doesnt apply to sneak damage - lets hope some of that gets through DR." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas scowls at Hiram as he moves away from the dwarves, casting a spell as he moves. \"Time to rise, George.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nLooks like it's time to convert a gnoll into zombie stats. Converting a second level Cure Moderate to IMW. Even with a will save, it'll still do enough damage to kill him and raise him back as a zombie.\n\nSorry George!!\n\nThe new george has immediate orders to turn and attack the other dwarves chasing him.\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme continues to stay on the defensive, nipping at the rhino creature with his sword and shield.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFight defensively and attack, same AC as last round.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 5 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "On seeing what spell Kithas has readied, Hiram says evenly \"I hope that's for the horse.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis' first shot deflects off the tough flesh of the Equinal, but the next one is a great shot right in its neck spraying blood everywhere, but not killing it! It squeals deeply in pain, and spots Tamis in the trees.\n\nKithas {going with OOC retro} heals Gorganiean, though he seemed to hesitate on the action... as if he was pondering something else. Gorganiean is up, and the Equinal snarls at Kithas as he sees the dwarf heal. {+17}\n\nGorganiean will roll away from combat and stand, and gets ready to enter the fight arming himself with his axe. He is still weakened by his rage... and unaware that Kithas might've had other plans. All he knows is Kithas got him back up.\n\nSilme stands his ground strong, but is unable to penetrate the Rhino-man's armor.\n\nHiram sees Kithas make the last minute switch. His centipede seems to barely nip the large Equinal, but the inflicting touch sends the celestial creature back to its domain as it disappears in a golden pop!\n\nStill no sign of crafty Avery....\n\nThe two good-aligned dwarves are both after Kithas and arrive in time to see Hiram 'send' the Equinal away. They both get an attack on Kithas. Vochal the priestly dwarf misses with his sword, but big burly Ramstead scores a critical strike with his battle axe. {d:33} Ramstead crushes the axe deep into Kithas' shoulder, blood flows freely, and Kithas crumples to a heap!\n\nThe Rhek swings its polearm, and clips Silme just a bit! {d:5} He stands his ground, and looks hard at Silme. \"You and me now.\" \n\nThe sounds of the elves and hobbits can be heard, but it sounds like they are trying to get the survivors to retreat with them.\n\nEnd Round 11---------------------------------->\n{Hiram, the centipede, and Gorganiean are nearby the two dwarves Ramstead and Vochal. Kithas is dying at the feet of Ramstead. Silme and the Rhek are higher p the hill maybe 40 feet away.\n\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nKithas hp -4/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 9/57 DEAFENED\nSilme hp 30/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nEvil Centipede\nAvery\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme continues to dodge and weave, hoping to avoid being killed before the others arrive to back him up. He slashes defensively, then follows it up with a shield bash.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSame as before.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 12 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Hmm, time to go hide and play help Silme. Or possibly shoot those dwarfs. Or shoot Silme. Hmmmm choices choices........ \n\nShe's gonna slink off in the trees again and move to where she can shoot the Rhek from the back. Or the swarfs whichever look like they need killing more. Ie, if Silme looks like he can take the rhino thing but the dwarves are cutting a bloody swathe of destruction she'll get in position to hit the dwarves. And vice versa.\n\n Hide - (1D20+14)[ 23 ] \n MS - (1D20+11)[ 22 ] " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": "As George rises to his feet he looks about for targets. Spotting Kithas on the ground at the feet of the two dwarves, he quickly assigns blame and attacks. His hyenic laughter reaches a new level of volume as his own lack of hearing prevents him from controlling his voice.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGeorge would prefer to attack the priest first, but only if he can do so avoiding AoOs. He will also prefer to flank a flanking position, but again only if he can avoid AoOs.\n\nSo here is his priority\n1)Flanking Priest avoiding AoOs\n2)Flanking Fighter avoiding AoOs\n3)Priest avoiding AoOs\n4)Fighter avoiding AoOs\n\nFull Power Attack -4 to hit +8 damage\nRoll Cleave if qualify\nAC = 16\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] Add 2 if flanking\n Damage - (1d12+14)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas bleeds.\n\n \n Spoiler \n1-10 stablize:\n (1d100)[ 50 ] \n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram sighs, exasperated. First he directs the centipede to eat a dwarf. Then, conjuring positive energy, Hiram revives his fellow cleric.\n\n \"No rest for the wicked.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nDirect the centipede to attack the more wounded dwarf.\nattack (1d20+9)[ 25 ] (-2 if it can't flank)\ndamage (2d6+7)[ 16 ] + poison\ncrit (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \ncrit damage (2d6+7)[ 14 ] \n\nCSW on Kithas (3d8+6)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Randomly rolled which dwarf went by the centipede for the AoO. \nThe centipede bites priestly dwarf and the poison stiffens his joints! \nVochal is looking very sick now.\n\n Round 12:\n Tamis will move back into the woods and disappear.\n\nKithas loses more blood as it pours from his shoulder.\n\nGorganiean has no trouble moving on the nearby priestly dwarf. He looks sick too! Then Gorganiean drops the dwarf with a mighty blow! This dwarf lives, but is dying rapidly, right next to Kithas.\n\nSilme clangs and batters his weapons against the creature's armor. Both of these two look tired, and they both seem evenly matched. It grits its teeth and readies its own attack.\n\nHiram's Hellish centipede attacks Ramstead, and takes a chunk out of his arm. The sturdy warrior is tough and is uneffected by the poison.\nHiram will carefully move near downed Kithas and heal him. {+24}\n \"He stays down!\" Ramstead yells at Hiram.\n\nKithas, on his back, is just brought to consciousness when Ramstead moves with a step and hacks into his belly causing him a painful awakening. {d:11}\nKithas feels pain from the hack, but stays conscious.\n\nThe Rhek hits again with its odd large weapon, and once again just clips Silme. {d: 5 } Once again the Rhek seems disappointed with the scratch. {OOC- Well, the damage rolls againstSilme are going his way. Low rolls help in that way.} The horn clangs off Silme's shield.\n\nEnd Round 12----------------------------------?\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nKithas hp 8/42\nGorganiean 1+3 hp 9/57 DEAFENED\nSilme hp 25/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nEvil Centipede\nAvery- still hidden\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram snears at Ramstead. \"You have no power here.\" He indicates the battlefield with a wave of his sword. \"Your blood isn't enough to wash away a defeat like this. You are disgraced.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf Ramstead falls before it comes around to us, we'll go help Silme instead (with the centipede charging for an extra +2 to hit).\n\nCentipede\nattack (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \ndamage (2d6+7)[ 18 ] + poison\ncrit (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \ncrit damage (2d6+7)[ 17 ] \n\nHiram\nattack (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \ndamage (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \ncrit (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \ncrit damage (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Kyroswolf", "message": " George \n\nThe grizzly scene and the smell of offal in the air bring some renewed vigor to Gorganiean. As he steps to the remaining dwarf. His voice is overly loud as he attempts to compensate for his own lack of hearing. \" You will not win today, dwarf. You and your cousin will not leave the field alive. \" He then steps in and swings the axe attempting to take the head of the dwarf in a single swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSame PA as before, again attempting to flank with the bug if possible.\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] +2 if flanking\n Damage - (1d12+14)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n Arrow count, three remaining. Hope some of those elf arrows can be collected afterwards. Meh time to shoot something I guess. \n\nNot even gonna say anything this time, gonna appear behind the Rhek thing or to its side and shoot it in the back. Twice =]\n\n Attack1 - (1D20+10)[ 28 ] \n Attack2 - (1D20+10)[ 18 ] \n Damage1 - (1D6+1)[ 6 ] \n Damage2 - (1D6+2)[ 6 ] \n Sneak Attack 1 - (3D6)[ 8 ] \n Sneak Attack 2 - (3D6)[ 8 ] \n\n- both of the attack rolls are against a Flat footed AC." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme keeps dodging and weaving, while shouting, \"I could use a little assistance, if you would be so kind!\" His sword slashes at the monstrous creature, with his shield following behind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFighting defensively and full attack, now adding in the +1 bonus on the sword that I forgot about 😳\n SwordAttack - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+5)[ 6 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis pops out and hits the fat Rhino humanoid in the back with one arrow, causing him to groan and spot the hidden elf girl in the woods. {d:14}\n\nKithas moves away on a full retreat, rolling away from Ramstead, who is practically on top of him. The dwarven priest will get to cover, so he can recover for the next round.\n\nGorganiean flanks with the centipede and swings with his own axe. The burly dwarf manages to block the attack with his fine metal shield. {OOC- Not quite good enough. 😦 }\n\nSilme is having serious problems on his attack, but he still stands. He looks tired, and the sword completely misses the fat Rhino-thing. His shield clangs harmlessly off armor.\n\nHiram and the centipede also attack Ramstead. The centipede bites and actually poisons the resistant dwarf! {a 2!} Ramstead, was quick for his size, but the poison seems to make him a little more sluggish. Not to mention the centipede left a nasty bite with its large pincher jaws.\n\nHiram's long sword pokes deep {d:9}, but fails to finish the mighty dwarf. Ramstead looks ready to drop, but stands his ground!\n\nAvery pops out of the woods near Silme, with her poisoned short sword. She stabs the Rhek with deadly accuracy, but fails to assassinate it, nor even poison it, but Silme got timely aid from her critical attack! Avery cut open some artery, and the Rhek is looking bad! She gives Silme a look, \"I can't let you go dying on me. Kalima likes you.\" She winks to the man who has been in one-on-one combat for a while now.\n\nThe Rhek focuses its attacks on Silme, despite the dangerous assassin's attack. It misses, and its horn jab looked terrible.\n\nThe burly dwarf glares at Kithas in hatred. \"Your time will come soon!\" He wails his axe into Gorganiean. Two mighty chops to the gnolls chest finally kill him. {d:8 and 13} Gorganiean collapses in a big heap. Ramstead turns to Hiram and the centipede, who surround him. \"You are next corrupter of Power!\" \n\nEnd Round 13--------------------------------->\n{Gorganiean is dead!}\n\nInitiatives:\nTamis 14+5 hp 9/17\nKithas hp 8/42 \nGorganiean Quite Dead \nSilme hp 25/39\nHiram 7-5 hp 27/45\nEvil Centipede\nAvery-helping Silme\nThe Secret Alliance! " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram Damn. Choosing not to reveal his consternation, Hiram says, \"Kithas, would you reanimate this one? He amuses me.\" Hiram prepares to parry the dwarf's attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCentipede\nattack (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \ndamage (2d6+7)[ 13 ] + poison\ncrit (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \ncrit damage (2d6+7)[ 16 ] \n\nIf Ramstead stays up, Hiram will go full defense (acting after the centipede, the fact that Hiram will no longer threaten won't interfere with the vermin's flanking attack) for AC 22. If Ramstead drops, Hiram will go to help Silme:\n\nattack (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \ndamage (1d8+4)[ 5 ] \ncrit (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \ncrit damage (1d8+4)[ 9 ] \n\nOops, in copy and pasting from last round's spoilers, I noticed that last round I rolled d20's for Hiram's damage. I didn't notice since I rolled a 5, but if you'd rather I reroll, I do so here:\nlast round's damage (1d8+4)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Most certainly, Hiram.\" \n\nKithas moves, converting a spell over and reaching out for the other dwarf that had felled him once before. \"Your soul will never find rest.\" \n \n Spoiler \nConverting Devil's Ego to ISW.\nTouch attack: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nConfirm Crit: (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nDMM'd Fell Animate ISW: (3d8+5)[ 17 ] \n\nWatch me roll something horrid. :P\n " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme continues to hack away at the Rhek, shouting, \"Die already, you miserable beast!\" He lets down his guard somewhat to focus more on killing the infernal creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo fighting defensively anymore. Full attack.\n\n SwordAttack - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n SwordCrit - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n SwordDamage - (1d10+4)[ 13 ] \n ShieldAttack - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n ShieldCrit - (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n ShieldDamage - (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis moves into the shadows keeping an eye out for the archers, but sees that even the sounds of their fleeing has faded.\n\nKithas moves to the dying priestly dwarf, and raises the dead priest to zombie status! Ramstead screams, \"You inbred swine!!\" \n\nSilme's sword scratches the bandmail, but his shield bruises the Rhek a little.\n\nThe centipede drops and kills Ramstead with a mighty bite that opens his bowels. Hiram makes a dash to aid Silme. Hiram is too far through brush and bramble to get to Silme's aid, but will be able to step right in right away. The Rhek will notice Hiram as he steps up, but he seems intent on killing Silme.\n\nAvery stays in to fight now that the tide has turned. She reveals her melee attack is much less effective than her sneaky poison attack. Her sword deflects off the thick armor.\n\nThe Rhek batters Silme with his pole-arm {d:10} smashing his sword arm badly. Silme is pained, and his own blood flows freely from his arm.\n\nRound 14-------------> Battle almost over!\nTamis last arrow breaks on the Rhek's armor.\nShe will notice several well made arrows in the woods, including a few that are at least masterwork.\n\nKithas and his newest undead friend, move towards the Rhek.\n\nSilme continues his failure in battle and finally fumbles his sword, as blood pools into his palm from his upper arm.\n\nThe centipede had moved, of course, after it killed Ramstead, and is now able to bite the Rhek, unfortunately even ITS jaws can't penetrate the armor!\n\nHiram stabs the Rhek {-5} and causes it some more pain!\n\nAvery ineffective.....\n\nRhek will batter Silme again with his pole-arm! Just clipping his chest! {d:5}\n\nEnd Round 15-------------->\n\nTamis holds.\n\nKithas and zombie will hold due to crowd.\n\nSilme will hit! His shield batters the Rhek, and it collapses from the blow!\n\nEnd Combat------------------------------------>\n\n{OOC- I saw the battle was near ending....}\n\nYou suddenly feel as if you can catch your breath. The noise from battle rings in your ears, it might forever, but you suddenly hear the silence of the woods, and the soft breeze through the trees. " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme collapses on his back, his shattered arm feebly reaching for his sword. As the rush of battle begins to fade, the pain does anything but. He asks, \"Would one of you mind healing me? I seem to be rather injured.\" He looks over at the gnoll. \"Shame about George. He was a brave warrior.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": "((Actually, Hiram (and I assume Kithas) was talking about fell animating Ramstead. I thought George reduced the priest to 'dying' in round 12, but looking back I see he had something left. If Kithas animates Ramstead, the centipede can finish off the priest.))\n\n Hiram pats the centipede and sends it in the direction the elves retreated. It will be called back to Hell before it can go far, but if they left a scout, it may cause him to panic and reveal himself.\n\nHiram will take control of the zombie.\n\n \"Of course. There will be full healing for everyone. Kithas, Avery, and Tamis, make a first pass at looting the field. This is going to take some time.\" \n\nHiram cleans and sheaths his sword, and produces a wand. He chats with each as he heals them. \"Silme, I commend your wisdom in not over-extending yourself while single-handedly battling the rhino. It is unfortunate that George fell, but had you required aid, we might have lost Kithas, too. I was trying to bait Ramstead when he went after George.\" Hiram shakes his head, \"without his axe we'll need to be more careful.\"\n\n\"Kithas, thank you for the zombie. I feel your loss for the unicorn and for Arnat and George.\"\n\n\"Avery, I'm sorry about Arnat.\" \n\nHiram will then (if Kithas has not already done so) scan the field and assembled loot for magic.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHiram automatically succeeds turn checks of 5 HD and lower. I'll wait for Stimpius to come back before chatting with Tamis.\n\ncure light from wand (15d8)[ 1 ][ 8 ][ 7 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 8 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 7 ][ 6 ](66) +1 per roll (will edit with allocations).\n\nSilme 10/39 + [1][8][7][1][2][5] + 6 = 39/39\nKithas 8/42 + [3][8][4][2][6][2] + 6 = 39/41\nAvery ??/??\nHiram 27/45 + [4][7] +2 = 41/45\nTamis 9/17 +[6] +1 = 16/17\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Retro:\nKithas will have to hold, and since he has to kill the person outright, Hiram will have to knock the dwarf down. Then Ramstead is raised to Zombie, and the centipede can feast upon Vochal the dwarven priest.\n\nRamstead is a much buffer zombie. 😁\n\nOOC- Will you get both of Ramstead's attacks? That's scary, with Kithas' corpse-crafting abilities.\n\nOOC2- XP and Loot coming.... " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nTheives cant; whispered to Avery.\n\n God dammit, more people lost. This is getting bloody stupid now Avery, we need to return asap. Running off, even much improved as we are would be suicide, lets stick with them. After all you could get some more fun yet it looks like. Oh and nice slash with that sword m'dear. \n\nWalking across the field Tamis will loot everyone of anything that looks even vaguely valuable, this will include her two fallen allies.\n\nStacking it in a pile, taking special care with the arrows.\n\nGoing through the arrows she will specifically look for any of those that the green little thing shot at her that made her feel woozy, taking 20 if needed AFTER everything else has been searched to find them.\n\n Search - (1D20+12)[ 18 ] \n\nAfter this initial search whilst the guys pile and organise everything she will take 20 (32 result) and go around and collect anything and everything she may have missed." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Hey. Tamis, are you hurt?\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery finishes dressing and nods to Tamis, but speaks in common, \"We should get moving, but lets get all this loot!\" \n\nUndead Ramstead can carry a lot of loot, and I will allow that you can gather all the good stuff up and continue on toward Gethry.\n\n\nSome special stuff:\n4 +1 arrows\n15 masterwork\nplenty of other kind\n\nRamstead:\nMed metal shield +1\n+1 Breast-Plate\n+2 Battle Axe\n\nHalfling Scout:\n+1 shortsword\n3 healing potions {2d8+3}\n\nVochal\n+1 Chain mail {can be used by humans}\nWand\n\nBig Dude:\n+1 Banded Mail\n+2 long sword\n\nLots of normal adventure equipment.\nAbout 550 gp from dead allies and enemies, not much treasure " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nScooping the arrows into her quiver on the way around, she will walk over to Charlie as well and make sure that loot is added to the pile.\n\n\"Okay split it up how you want to use it boys. And might i suggest anything we don't use, we sell at town and then buy things we do with the cash?\n\nHiram yes I am, could i grab a cure before standing guard whilst you lot get ready for setting out?\"\n\nIf (and then when) he cures Tamis, she will walk over to a tree clamber up and watch guard.\n\n Climb - (1D20+14)[ 18 ] \n Spot - (1D20+11)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme moves toward the pile and removes a few useful trinkets. He says, \"I'll take the shield and the breastplate. I agree with Tamis. We'll sell the stuff we won't use, then divide the gold equally. Fair?\" " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas kicks the corpse of the now truly dead unicorn. \"Stupid beast. \" He then motions to the zombie to pick up everything it can. \"I need to invest in a horse or two and raise it.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram examines Tamis's wound. \"We haven't gotten off to a very good start. I'm sure that's partly my fault. Given our losses, I don't think we can afford to let personal differences threaten our success and survival. We have to trust each other.\" Hiram cures her injuries.\n\nHiram looks at the loot pile and starts loading up. It's almost as if he doesn't trust the zombie to keep up.\n\nAs Kithas commands the undead, Hiram clears throat uncomfortably. \"My apologies, Kithas. While you were looting the field I took control of the zombie. I thought you animated it for me.\" \n\nHiram will also harvest the unicorn's and Rhek's horns.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI can take over the loot list:\n\nTinker Gnome Treasure Haul:\nSeveral Machine gun cross bows\t:Abandon\nDozens of bulky cartridges\t:Abandon\n\nChest #1: {heavy}\n5000 gold coins (-1250: Hiram) :ZR (75 lbs)\n4000 silver coins\t:ZR (80 lbs)\n\nChest #2: {lightest}\nAbout 40 gems packed in straw.\nTamis estimates total worth of various valued in coin as about : 6000 gold pieces (-~1500: Hiram) :ZR (~2 lbs)\nOne is magical: Incandescent Blue Ioun Stone {you wouldn't know what it does yet.} TRANSMUTATION :?Kithas?\n\nChest #3:{large, bulky, not too heavy}\nA well crafted helmet {magical!} DIVINATION\t:Hiram (worn)\nA boring looking wand {just a stick, with a quartz on the end, tied with wire}\t:Hiram\nEVOCATION\nA dark dangerous looking scimitar, that is evilly enchanted and magic factor +2! :Hiram (carried)\n\nPotions from Lab:\n[regrouped]11 different magical potions\n[regrouped]3 oils\n[regrouped]and an elixir!\n\nFrom Elf sorcerer:\nScrolls\t\t\t\t:?Tamis?\n[regrouped]and more potions\n\n----\n\nSome special stuff:\n4 +1 arrows\t\t:Tamis\n15 masterwork\t\t:Tamis\nplenty of other kind\t:Tamis\n\nRamstead:\nMed metal shield +1 \t:Silme (worn)\n+1 Breast-Plate\t\t:Silme (worn)\n+2 Battle Axe\t\t:ZR (wielded) (5 lbs)\n\nHalfling Scout:\n+1 shortsword\t\t:?Tamis?\n[regrouped]3 healing potions {2d8+3}\n\nVochal\n+1 Chain mail {can be used by humans} :?Kithas?\nWand\t\t\t:Hiram\n\nBig Dude:\n+1 Banded Mail\t\t:ZR (worn) (35 lbs)\n+2 long sword \t\t:Hiram (wielded)\n\nLots of normal adventure equipment.\nAbout 550 gp from dead allies and enemies, not much treasure :ZR (11 lbs)\n\nPotion of CMW\t:?Silme?\n2x Ption of CMW, 3 Oil, 1 Elixer, 14 Potions :\t(-5 potions: Hiram) :ZR (2 lbs)\n\n\nSo, Kithas, do you want to wear/wield/carry anything on the list? I've tentatively put you down for +1 chainmail, and the ioun stone.\n\nTamis, +1 shortsword? Scrolls? Anything else?\n\nZR is loaded with (210 of 700 lbs), is +7 AC from armor, and is using a +2 battleaxe (2H).\n " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "Kithas laughs darkly. \"It doesn't matter, really.\" \n \n Spoiler \nKithas is a dwarf as well, so I'm not sure if he could wear the +1 chainmail, since Blue specifically tagged it as wearable by humans. Even though dwarves are medium in size as well. :P He'll take it if he can though. He'd take the ioun stone as well.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram nods. \"Thank you.\" \n\nOnce everyone has suited up, Hiram takes a closer look at the party. Is any of the gear distinctive? If so, Hiram will make an effort to disguise it, giving Silme a tabard to wear over Ramstead's breastplate, for example. His own holy symbol goes into a belt pouch.\n\n \"Our numbers dwindle. For as long as we're in enemy territory, lets try to blend in. Lets go.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Tamis will remember, as she speaks of selling the loot, that said 'town' will be far away, since the fort at the village of Gethry will have little to trade for your expensive magic items. Perhaps you could find maybe an officer or major landowner, but you will have to seek them out individually. Tamis will be able to use her skills to take this route, also Avery can offer some suggestions.\n\nTamis can keep watch as the group gathers the equipment. She will see most wildlife has also left the region, and it is quite devoid any animals or birds. The dead humans' blood fills the air, and she can see patient carrion birds waiting to descend.\n\nThe chainmail is wearable by the dwarf., however, the build of Ramstead’s armor, makes it specifically dwarf. {OOC- I do away with too much magical resizing, but many armor’s can be adjusted by skilled armorers or blacksmiths, so Ramstead’s armor could be reworked to fit a human. Chainmail is easy to deal with.\n\nNone of the armor or weapons are distinctive, but are well-made, and likely crafted by dwarves or elves. Tamis would say elven, by their slighty more slender appearance, but a long sword is a long sword for the most part. Many humans have demihuman made weapons, for slaver-arms dealers force many to work for them.\n\nHiram will do well to disguise the group, and can even make the undead Ramstead look somewhat alive with a hood. A couple of other fallen enemies have stabilized and may also be utilized as undead treasure-bearers. Tamis can see nothing even coming back. The filth of death and undead only drew the carrion beasts. Large buzzards could be seen in the shadows of the woods lumbering around.\n\nYour way to Gethry is equally as peaceful, and with the undead bearer{s?} the travel will be 4 days, but Avery and Tamis can scout and find a good path away from anything remotely Alliance related. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" I would like to travel back to Gethry first. Then onwards to where we're meant to be dropping off these papers. I have some, unfinished, business there.\n\nIf the rest of you wish to push on through without stopping at Gethry thats fine, but it would give you a chance to create some more of these creatures you seem so fond of. \"\n\nShe will finish nodding towards one of the zombies." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Gethry's fine. I left in a hurry, and am not really prepared for an overland trek. I question what kind of impact the group made last time. Will we be welcomed there?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Our welcome will be fine. Anyone who doesn't give us said welcome will die. The mayors land and house on the other hand, may not be so appreciative. Or they might. And it is there we travel. \"\n\nAt the mention of the mayors house a scowl passes across Tamis's face before she settles back into the rhytm of moving overland." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " The small village of Gethry is sleeping when you arrive. A few firelights can be seen, but mostly it is dark.\n\nEven the fort seems to be sleeping when the group arrives. " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nBefore entering town, Hiram looks around for a place to stash ZR. Is there deep water, or soft earth for an out-of-the-way shallow grave?\n\nWe'll carry his loot (except the banded armor).\n\n \"I have no problem dealing death to bandits and rebels, but if you go picking fights with nobles, you might find me other the other side. How have they wronged you?\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nDropping down to a whisper\n\n\" I was innocently minding my own business when two of the mayors son's attacked me and decided i would be used for their perverse pleasure. They commited the greatest sin which you can commit against a woman and for no apparent reason other than they wanted to and that they could. I wish to pay them back with a pair of arrows through their heads before looting the mansion torching it to the ground and strolling away like it had nothing to do with me. So who's in? \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"Not quite the way I remember it.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n That's hot. \"That's terrible.\n\n\"Despite the insult to your flesh, I do not approve of these murders, nor the arson. To inflict such would make the noble class appear weak. I might condone arranging similar treatment for these boys,\" Hiram's mind wanders into gruesome posibilities, \"First though I would hear Kithas's version of the event.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery smirks, \"Not the way I remember it either, but I suggest you don't kill these guys. They're involved with our employers, they run the grain trade here. I already pulled you outta there once.\" \n\nThere is no Inn, but plenty of homes and maybe a stable to stay in, I am sure no-one will object. 😁\n\nAvery will suggest taking accommodations in the fort. They will take silver for a night's rest in the main dining hall. " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"I'll second the fort. Tamis, you have every right to be upset, but I'd like your word that you won't start anything until we settle on a... mutually agreable course of action.\" \n \n Spoiler \nHiram is thinking about staying up all night (yay lesser restoration for dispelling fatigue) to make some Gather Information checks. Is anybody else awake to use it on? Specifically,\n\nWhat is known about Ramstead? Is he a folk hero? Do they know he's dead? Is there a price on his head? (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n\nIs there a wizard (or priest) in town who might be able to cast identify. I'd like to leave him/her a message so they can prepared the correct spells tomorrow. (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n\nHiram would also like to get word on potential buyers for the loot we're less interested in keeping, and a money changer to trade out most of the coin. (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n\nEdit: Note to self, take 10 more often.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " No-one around here will know who Ramstead is. He was a secret agent for the Alliance. Besides, most dwarves in Kandor were put to death or slavery. Unless they proved useful... ie Kithas. However, even Kithas has felt the stigma of his race living among humans. He saw how brave Noris was left to die ungracefully. Ramstead will probably be viewed as a grunt thug by most locals. Only Alliance people would know him.\n\nThere is a wizard at the fort, who will sell you a pearl {100 gp}, and charge 50 gp for the effort. Avery will assure you that she'll track him down in the morning.\n\nIn the meantime, Avery will try to draw you all close together, in a very serious and somber mood.\n \n\"I have something to tell you. I was going to wait until we were closer to the city of Norkan, but I don't think we're going to make it. You see...\" she sighes guiltily, she gives the two priests a glance to make sure she has their support. \"Silme... Tamis... you are both infected with Lycanthrope, and it is my job to make sure you make safe passage back to the Hall-of-Evil in Galorine. Alive.\" \n\n{OOC- I would go on, but I am sure the infected PCs may want to react. So, I will momentarily pause. 😎 } " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme lifts his eyebrows, his face showing mild surprise. He says, \"I presume there is some way to cure us by magic or leechcraft. If not, well, death comes to us all, when our time is come. How quickly can we make the journey, and what is to become of us when we arrive?\" He appears to have taken this new development in stride, as one who has endured much in their lifetime." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery smiles, \"They don't want to cure it. They want to teach you to control it.\" \nShe gives Silme a wicked grin, \"You already helped kill the master beast. You are free of its control.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram shifts uncomfortably, \"What sort?\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme tilts his head interestedly, then says, \"Am I necessarily going to be turning into a boar because I was infected by one? I really can't see myself as a wereboar. A wolf, maybe. A rat, not for all of the succubbi in the Abyss. Just something I'd like to know.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \n Spoiler \nLycanthropes are...humanoids, so knowing about them is knowledge (local)? We should have kept Arnat's head so we could ask it questions. How long until the full moon?\n \n\n Hiram doesn't answer but looks at Avery." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Oh SHWEET! Silme why would you wanna cure it? You saw that beast, it could talk and was still intelligent, and us as were-things would just be so cool.\n\nSo uhm, Avery how do we learn to control it if we can?\n\nAnd Hiram, I promise not to burn the house down. \"" }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nAww, drat. You mean I made my save for it? /cry\n \n\n Kithas \n\nKithas nods, before tapping his pack. \"I still have the vials of the master's blood with me as well, should they need that to help make something to control their change. I knew collecting it would be worth my time. A were or two on our side would be formidable, as we saw when we faced the one that infected Tamis and Silme.\" \n\nHe pauses, looking at Tamis. \"Although that does not mean you can take revenge on the mayor's family with this. Not unless you can make it look as if it were someone else. Say the members of the group that attacked us.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Don't worry i wouldn't use that to kill those stupid little prats.\n\nThey would taste cold iron.\n\nBut i have my promise to Hiram of not burning down any buildings. \"" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram pushes away from the table, obviously not pleased about Tamis's incomplete promise nor the thought of babysitting some very dangerous pigs. He composes himself, asks Avery, \"How long will it take them to learn control?\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery smiles, as Silme and Tamis express their concern.\n\nThere is 5 days until the next full moon.\n\nAvery will be about to answer Tamis, when Silme shows his concern. \"I had assumed it would be were-boars. That's what attacked you... but maybe, and since you are willing to work with the wizards, maybe they can help you control it. She also wanted to find out what controls the race of the animal. Perhaps that too can be changed.\" She pats herself down, and then reaches into her crotch and does a little uncomfortable digging, and then pulls out what looks to be a thin scroll tube, a little damp...\n\nShe looks at all of you with a smirk, and shows you it, \"My special hidden toy. This has a scroll of Sending, and if you are willing to submit to the wizards, I can call them now, and they will come get us right now, and take us to Galorine. &%$# walking!\" \n\nShe looks at the two infected ones, and seems surprised they took it so well. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Not just yet, after all Hiram is still out there playing gather information.\n\nTell you what we meet here in the morning and go then? Everyone gets a good nights sleep? \"\n\nTheive cant;\n\n Anyway i have some unfinished business, I promise not to get caught, kill the landowner, or set his house on fire. Unless circumstances mean i have to. " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery shakes her head, \"I don't think you heard me.\" She draws her poisoned blade out. \"I can't let you do that... and I don't want to kill you.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\n\" Pfft, fine. Was only gonna go have some fun, not like i would do anything bad. \"\n\nSitting down she crosses her legs and cups her chin in her hand, waiting for the others to come to a desicion." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n \"I would be willing to take an easier ride back to the Hall, seeing as our movements are apparently being watched from afar anyways, with how we kept being attacked. A faster means of travel would be welcome.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme agrees, \"Ready to go whenever you are.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram shrugs. \"Sometimes it feels good to walk amongst the people.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery opens the damp thin scroll tube, and dumps the tightly rolled scroll in her hand. She opens it, and as she does so, several men walk up to the fort.\n\nThey notice the group.\n\nTamis can't remember all the men, but she sees two of the men that raped her. She was unconscious for much of it, but they did revive her from time to time.\n\nAvery doesn't see them at the moment, and the group of 5 men start walking over. One speaks, \"That's the little hussy we caught robbing papa's place.\" \n \"Hehe... she had a sweet little &^%$y.\" \n \"And isn't that the girl who tipped our brother off.\" The lead chunky man points to Avery, who know notices them.\n \n\"Sure is. Hey, pretty ladies, you wanna have some fun again. That girl in black sure wanted to join in the fun last time.\" \n\nAvery will look to the others, and move away. With careful concentration she manages not to f-up the scroll's spell, and mutters a Sending to someone, ending with, \"....and send someone fast!\" \n\nAvery waves you all close, \"Come on get close. Those fools are worthless.\" \n \n\"You didn't say that last time.\" \n \"Yeah. We know what you both look like naked.\"\n These men seem to be getting a little more aggressive as they near, paying no mind to the two priests in armor. " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " \"Yeah. We know what you both look like naked.\" \n Hiram \n \"So do a lot of people,\" says Hiram, rising. \"I would think ones of your rank would be more... discriminating . If you've done what you say you've done, you might want to see a priest.\" Hiram places his holy symbol around his neck.\n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \nIf Hiram convinces them they're not worth sleeping with, let alone fighting over, well, he can apologize to the ladies later.\n\nHiram readies to cast calm emotions when someone draws a weapon. He wants to get all the locals in the radius, as well as whoever draws.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " At the sign of the priestly symbol of Power the men scatter, and Avery looks over. \"Thanks.\" \nHiram can tell the men didn't know what the symbol was, but knew him as a priest.\n\nMoments later Merianna appears, the old white haired lady is tired and stooped. The first thing she does as she notices the fleeing peasants, is go to Silme. \"I'm sorry to say, Kalima is dead. You work for me now. Wizards got her! Don't worry I'm getting you two special ladies to aid you, soon enough, but first we get these two to saftey. Gather near.\" She is talking about Silme and Tamis. She lifts her arms and tries to gather you all close to her black robes. \"Ready for Teleport ?\" She looks at Kithas, \"Sooo... you have a blood sample?\" She gives him a toothy grin. The old wizardess has perfect teeth.\n " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram nods to Avery. \"Always a pleasure, Merianna,\" he says as he moves in to be teleported. \n Spoiler \nSpell still readied, as he expects Tamis to be angry and now lacking an outlet besides him.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna gives Hiram a respectful nod, \"You did good. Very good.\" \nShe will wrap her arms around you all the best she can, and when you are ready Teleport you away. She looks to Tamis.\n \"This place is crawling with imperial spies. I hate it. Its good you were caught. I told you not to interfere with these local yocals here. Avery was here to make sure that didn't happen. Besides we met other goals by IT happening.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme nods at Merianna, absorbing the news of Kalima's death rather the same way he absorbed the news of his infection with lycanthropy, a cold detachedness, as if everything was happening to someone miles away. He says nothing, but moves forward respectfully for the Teleport spell to be cast." }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by BlueWizard \n She looks at Kithas, \"Sooo... you have a blood sample?\" She gives him a toothy grin. The old wizardess has perfect teeth.\n \n \n\n Kithas \n \"Yes I do, three seperate vials. And I've a request to make with them, as well. Once we're in safer and quieter quarters to make such a request.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna looks down her nose at Kithas, \"Hold on.\" \n\n-Bamf-\n\nSuddenly the countryside of Gethry is far behind you, and you all find yourself huddled in a dark stone room. Avery lights a lamp, and looks about.\n \"Galorine?\" \n \"Beneath Galorine. Come on. So, Brother Kithas, I think we can work something out. Are you willing to submit to experimentation? We are unsure how controlled we can make this.\" \n\nShe will lead you down a dark stone hall. Kithas swill see these walls are ancient, and probably built by dwarves. You are likely fairly deep in the earth.\n\n \nElf Sorcerer Items: \nScrolls:\n3 Fireball\n2 Lightning Bolt\n4 Magic Missles {5th level}\n\nPotions:\n4 CLW d8+1\n3 CMW 2d8+3\n{OOC- I was expecting him to last a little longer... alas, more for you. 😁 } " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas nods. \"If nothing else, only one vial would be needed for myself. The other two would be to do with as you all please. I would prefer a natural were's ability, instead of being as one afflicted. I also have scraps of the creature's human form flesh, but I don't know if that would do anything for you all. Maybe as a graft, but I can't see it doing much, as I didn't collect much either.\" " }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Beware putting too much faith in wizards. Present company excluded. I hope to see you again once you have tamed your inner beasts. I will dispose of the souvenirs and plan on retaining an artificer. Does anyone need anything crafted during the tribulation?\" \n Spoiler \nI don't know if you'll allow an item that grants +n to the Control Shape skill. As previously suggested, Hats of Disguise might come in handy. Silme wanted an enchanted bastard sword, yes?\n " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nAppearing and staggering a step to the side Tamis fumbles and looks up at Hiram and Avery.\n\n\" You guys really don't trust me. Pfft. Not like I'm stupid enough to fight all them at once. Thanks though Hiram.\n\nAnyway someone said something about getting to play as a werewolf.... .\"\n\nWith this she will leap to the side and make growly noises.\n\nThen standing up straight and attempting to look dignified she walks over to one side and asks,\n\n\" Is there anything we need to do or should know about this city if we're to stay here a while? Or are you letting us loose to play?\" \n\nWith this last couple of words a wicked grin will spread across her face." }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme speaks to Hiram, \"Yes, a bastard sword, if you can. Use your own judgment in the particualr enchantments, though I prefer magical ice to fire or lightning. Just take the cost out of my share of the treasure.\" He then turns to Merianna. \"So, let us get on with this, shall we? The sooner we start, the sooner this is over with.\" He has the appearance of one who is using haste to cover up real concern, but those with a keen eye for such things can tell that it's not a facade; he actually doesn't care. Few men are so jaded and world-weary to dismiss a lycanthropic infection, but apparently Silme is one of them." }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Yes Silme. I will see what can be done.\n\n\"Tamis, before I sell these things, I will ask you: Have you picked up anything else that ought to go through the divvy? Before you answer, you should know that I have accumulated sufficient power to discern lies .\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " OOC- Finally back!\n\nMerianna nods at Kithas' interest in becoming a controlled lycanthrope. \"I will see what I can do, but I will say this, the whole process is a little chaotic, and we can't guarantee any results.\" \n\nMerianna leads on in the dark underground corridors, and gives Avery a look, \"This might've been easier than I thought. Getting people to risk the affliction is quite rare.\" \nAvery only smirks silently, following along as if she knows these underground halls well.\n\nMerianna talks on as you walk, \"The guild has given me the chance to offer you each your own guild-suite. Small, but well furnished apartments. Mostly the basic living stuff, but you can supply it as you like. Things are quite safe down here, for we wizards of the guild deter theft... with death. No-one likes those who steal from their allies. Even thieves. There is even a lab where you can build your items, even buy supplies to help build them\" \nTo Tamis she says, \"You are free to roam the guild underground, and the above city, as long as you take the secret access points. Once again, violating these laws by showing unwanteds down here will result in your and their death. Galorine is likely the most savvy city in the empire since Dominus was destroyed. As for playing, just don't rob the wrong people, don't get caught, pay your guild fees, and all will be fine.\" \n\nTo Silme she adds, \"If you want, I can take you to the wizards now. We are in no rush, the onset time will be a few days still. I thought you might get acclimated to your new surroundings.\" \n\nOOC- We can work on a control shape item... I also will let some time pass down here, so you guys can organize your PCs. Magic item lists and Merianna's future FREE identify is on the OOC-thread. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by BlueWizard \n [FONT=\"Times New Roman\"]OOC- Finally back!\n\nMerianna nods at Kithas' interest in becoming a controlled lycanthrope. \"I will see what I can do, but I will say this, the whole process is a little chaotic, and we can't guarantee any results.\" \n\nMerianna leads on in the dark underground corridors, and gives Avery a look, \"This might've been easier than I thought. Getting people to risk the affliction is quite rare.\" \nAvery only smirks silently, following along as if she knows these underground halls well. \n \n\n \"Which would be why I want to watch your process on Silme and Tamis first. If I do not like how they turn out, I can just withdraw my interest. After the last attack we had though, is what would change my mind. I am interested more in the increased strength and health that the were have.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nSitting down in the passageway looking offended when Hiram asks if she has aquired anything she hasn't put into the party pot she will empty her pockets and pack and you will only see what you would have thought she would have had.\n\nStanding up and repacking everything she will say\n\n\" Please can i go first with the were thingy thing? I wanna know what will happen and whether or not its fun.\n\nIs there anywhere in particular that is good on prices and don't worry anyone attempts to follow me back into the underground passage's they will die. Unless its one of you lot \"" }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna looks admiringly at Kithas. \"I like this dwarf. The Norkan Hellish Council told me you were special. Perhaps, you can help and learn.\" She gives him a smile, that seems all too friendly and might make a young dwarf uncomfortable, as he can almost feel her undressing him with her aged brown eyes.\n\nAvery says to Tamis, \"I'll take you to a guild shoppe underground. You and I can get a 10% discount for being a member. You might, of course, be buying fenced items, but the dealers usually try to wipe all identifying markers from their products.\" \n\nThe passage leads to stairs, and you will begin climbing up.\n\nThe group can split now, and I'll run a split post, or we can continue to where Merianna leads. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nWhile she commands, Kithas is willing to let Merianna do as she pleases. He will make note to himself slights he takes though.\n\n \"My Lord has gifted me with powerful magics today, and I have decent skill in healing. I would not mind helping.\" " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Merianna still looking at Kithas as she lead upwards, \"Yes, I think you will be a good addition to the Hall of Evil.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nTo Avery; theives cant.\n\n\" Well then lets be off, don't want to take anymore time than necessary, I feel in need of a rest anyway. And need a quick word with you. Alone. \"\n\nTo the others;\n\n\" Im just gonna go shopping for a bit. Then i can come back and if you need me for experiments Merinna im more than willing.\n\nHiram is it possible for you to enchant anything other than weapons? And if so what with? I'm willing to pay of course. \"" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n \"Someone else will be enchanting the weapon. I... Well, these are examples of my work.\" Hiram shows his Circlet of Persuasion, Cloak of Resistance, and Periapt a Wisdom.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHiram can't cast Cat's Grace nor Fox's Cunning, so he can't help you there.\n " }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Avery and Tamis:\n Avery will be pleased with Tamis' choice, and at some point in this underground will take a branched hall, that will lead to a ladder. This ladder leads to a sewer duct near an alley. Then the city proper will be entered.\n\nThis is a stunning city with magical and non-magical airships passing overheard, streets packed full of diverse humans, and many with silver slave collars on. This is a huge city, and likely anything or anyone can be found here. For better or worse...\n\nShe will smile as Tamis walks with her. They will merge with the crowd in a middle-class residential neighborhood that is low populated right now. The business districts are packed. Many horses, wagons and other vehicles provide dense traffic jams along the way. \"Where to now, milady. You can see why we moved operations below ground.\" \n \nWalk to Guildhall: \nMerianna will take notice of the items Hiram shows.\nMost of you end up here. Coming from a secret passage in the kitchen, you will enter a great casino room, with many gambling types, and gorgeous whorey-looking woman. Merianna will try to push through this mess of guild-people, but not without drawing attention. She is well-known, and everyone turns to look at the new-comers. A few rough-type men give Silme a nod.\n\nHe's never met members of the warrior-guild, but he'd guess they'd look like these big lunks lounging around the many activities here. Also here are crafty, cunning thieves types, and even a few other professions you might not want to know of.\n \"Plenty of time for this if you want. You're suites are not far.\" \n\nA great bar with many liquors and beers is here, and many stand about this and drink. " }, { "author": "Lochar", "message": " Kithas \n\nKithas looks at those drinking and nods. \"An interesting bunch, no doubt. Will we be seeing our suites next? Or another locale? I must admit, this place is extremely well done, for how deep it must be hidden.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nSlipping the cowl snuggly from her shoulders to cover her face and features Tamis nods to the others and turns to follow Avery at the intersection\n\n'Theives cant'\n\n\" Seems like a big city, if this language shouldn't be used around here tell me which I should slip into m'dear.\n\n (Assuming this is fine) \n\nEssentially m'dear I'd be looking for a magic bow or possibly something that makes me stronger. I hate being this weak and it would rather help me in what i wish to move into, on that note do you have any contacts for your particular line of work?\n\nAnd a couple of other questions, what do you suggest i do if i am pregnant? Yes George found the note and handed it to me.\n\nAnd whats the guild actually like? Is the city fun to play in assuming we don't cross the wrong people? Or do we have to do boring things like wait? \"\n\nShe will say all this without once looking across at Avery her eyes always roving the streets and windows specifically looking for anywhere that looks like it might be moderatly rich without having some stupid form of protection where she could have some fun and not have high risk.\n\nSliding into the busier streets she will make sure her head and face is still cowled with the locks escaping a little and her leg sliding out of her slit'd armour now and then, not that she can compete next to Avery but is probably better than most in the city district." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Guild Hall: {Hiram, Kithas, and Silme}\nMerianna smiles, \"This area is not deep. Even the King has been here, but he really just works for us. We just keep his harem full of beautiful women, and he does whatever we say. I will take you to your suites, right this way.\" \n\nThis great casino room is left behind, and you will pass other chambers, like a thief training complex, even an underground arena. There is a whole city beneath Galorine.\n\nNot far from the casino will be an elevator, which may be a strange bit of technology to you all. She will take those with her into the small room, and command it to go to level 6. \"We'll keep you all together. This elevator is magic, so only those residents can access each floor. We have already provided access to you. You, of course, can bring other guests to your chamber if you want. IF they are guild approved. Plenty of Ladies-of-the-Night around here to keep you company. Avery is one part-time. So was I long ago.\" \n\nThere will be a long hall with many doors spaced far apart. You will be given a large apartment with one bedroom, a bathroom with hot-cold running water.\n\nOOC- I will allow a little of your own design here if you want, but you basically have a suite that any noble might be jealous of. You might even think 'what does the King have, if I have this?'\n\n \nTamis in the City with Avery: \nAvery speaks in Thieves cant with Avery as they walk, though she tries to keep it subtle, \"The first thing to know is that this city is fair game. If you don't have enough protection... well, too bad for you. You may want to check on who you're robbing, because it could end up being the King's baker, and then you'd piss off a lot of people.\nAs for a long bow, I recommend getting one from the guild. We can get a good 10% discount off standard prices there. When we go back below I'll show you where.\" \nAvery seems to be avoiding the pregnancy issue as she tours with Tamis by the plush rolling hills of the wealthy estates. Finally she will touch on the pregnancy, she turns a little cold and serious, \"I'm here to make sure you have the child... and when you do, the guild won't let you keep it.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nTheives cant\n\n\" So when you threatened to kill me back there, you never meant it.\n\nYou well the guild wants to see what happens when a lycanthrope gives birth if they even can don't you.\n\nWhat even makes you so sure I am pregnant m'dear?\n\nAnd on something completley unrelated, have you any contacts for your line of work? That is NOT the uhm handing out of the body business, I can do that well enough all ready. \"\n\nWith a wink she'll turn and start walking back into the city, always with a sharp eye out for any possible threat now she has absorbed the rest of what there is to see.\n\n\" Oh and can we get fancy arrows back at the guild as well m'dear? \"" }, { "author": "Maurkov", "message": " Hiram \n\nHiram surveys his room. \"It's good to be reminded of the lifestyle we're fighting to protect. Please show me to the workshops.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSigh. Why do all the wondrous items I want take up the head and neck slots? What would it take to start adding prayer beads to his Periapt of Wisdom?\n\nHiram would like to move up to full plate, but Endurance lets him sleep in medium armor without penalty. Are there any special materials (besides mithral) in your world that will make an armor 1 category lighter? If not, Hiram will have his BP enchanted to +1 (1000 gp).\n\nDuring the downtime, Hiram will:\n\nFind MW bastard sword and an enchanter to make it +1 frost (for Silme)\nAcquire 500 gp worth of onyx, 25 gp of powdered silver, and a vial of unholy water, and a MW buckler (715 gp)\nFind an enchanter to add \"Hat of Disguise\" to his Circlet of Persuasion (2700 gp)\n\nEnchant 2 elixirs of sneaking (250 gp and 20 xp; 2 days)\nEnchant 2 doses of silversheen (250 gp and 20 xp; 2 days)\nEnchant 2 pearls of power (1st level) (1000 gp and 80 xp; 2 days)\nEnchant a stone with Continual Flame (50 gp)\n\nCarouse (100 gp)\n \nLater....\n\nWhen Hiram can catch up with Tamis, he takes her aside. \"Tamis, I owe you an apology. Twice have I slandered your honor. I wish to atone.\" He gives her two vials, \"Elixirs of Sneaking, made by my own hand.\" " }, { "author": "Tar Palantir", "message": "Silme sat down on his bed, swinging his shield off of his back. The once-pristine face was now marred by nicks and dings, and a long line across the silvery wolf's head, made by a sword or an axe, he could not tell for sure. Setting to work, he smoothed out the dings, restoring its flawless surface and gleaming shine through raw effort. When he was finished, all that remained was the long slash across the wolf's face, crossing its eye like the old wound of a battle-scarred veteran. Like me , he thought. He left it as it was.\n\nWith this he turned to his sword. The blade was notched and pitted, dulled from much use. He had taken it from the cold hands of a filthy commoner he had beaten to death with his bare fists. Even after all these years, it still did not sit right in his hand. He hefted it in his hand, and flung it into the wall, the blade remaining, quivering, where it struck. With a damp cloth, he cleaned the grime of the road off his bejeweled scabbard and belted it once more around his waist, now empty." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Beneath Galorine: \nMerianna will take those interested to an underground forum, with many stalls, and many wizards about hired to protect these valuable businesses.\nIt is an underground Acropolis, but huge. With many shoppes pushed into one great hall. The ceiling here is decorated like the night-sky, with many gods and goddesses highlighting the ceiling.\n\nMithral can be bought for 10% discount, with your new and official guild membership.\n\nHiram will have to spend a little time to make his potions, of course...\n{OOC- But, I am going to let you players control the time for a bit, so I may pass a few months or so, unless you have other plans. 😎 }\n\nSilme will find even a small training space in his apartment, if he wants, but there is the Guild Gym too, if he needed lots of space, and even fellow opponents to battle. There is a gladiator guild too, and the Arena is a huge business here in Galorine. The smaller Arena is also available to apply for fighting.\n\n \nTamis in the City: \nAvery nods, and smirks a little, \"No... I wouldn't have killed you... just knocked you out maybe... and we know you are pregnant... because Merianna and I made sure at the mayor's house in Gethry. You don't remember, because you'd been drugged.\" She waits for Tamis' reaction, surprised the elf is taking all this well.\n\nWhen Tamis walks away Avery nods, \"Any kind of arrow you can afford... with our discount of course.\" " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Tamis \n\nTheives cant;\n\n\" Mhm one question well two actually.\n\nFirstly; what do you expect me to do when im like 7 months gone? Wont be very practical for me to go adventuring.\n\nSecondly; when do we get to test out my new 'disease' \"\n\nWhen she approaches one of the entrances to the sewer and underground passageway to the guild she will take a careful look around and if she notices anyone point them out in the cant to Avery, if not she will clamber on down." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": "Experiment Results:\nPending......\n\nOOC- Some PM's coming." }, { "author": "BlueWizard", "message": " Four months will pass in Galorine. Tamis is secluded for a long time. Even she will forget what has happened to her... she might not want to remember. Kithas and Hiram will be told that she no longer has to worry about her child. Silme will find he has some control over his form, but if he takes damage he could lose it. Hiram and Kithas are to keep a close eye on this one. Tamis will be under the care of Merianna for a little while.\n\nKithas is in the library, looking for lost valleys. There are a few with some dinosaurs out there.\n\nEach of you may have undergone a change, or are considering future alterations.\n{OOC- I allow even cyborgs, but usually other PCs don't like it, but I keep it balanced. And DM-smackdown is always an option.😉 }\n\nOOC- Anyway, we can roleplay out anything here of import, in the four months, but you will all be summoned to meet the High Guildmaster in his underground mansion. Merianna and Avery will accompany you, but will remain in the plush sitting hall. Only the four survivors of the Tinker Gnome raid will be allowed into the inner sanctum of the high Guildmaster. Silme, Kithas, Tamis, Hiram.\n\nA dark-cloaked wizard will take you part of the way into a great decorated hall. Here will be the Guildmaster, and two pretty red-headed ladies, and a big mean looking thug. The wizard will leave quickly, leaving you all alone here.\n{PCs- Sharon, Arha, and Sonny}\nWhen you are ready connect to Darklords here:\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...90#post3603990 \n\nPost a description, and greeting or whatever, and welcome to the new game thread Survivors!\n\nFeel free to continue things here in retro if needed.\n\nDarklords OOC: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...92#post3661492 " } ]
[ { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " General flavor and ethos: \n\nI just watched all the Firefly episodes and then Serenity, and thoroughly enjoyed the setting. I love the fact that it's just a group of people on a mobile stronghold, working together, doing random stuff under the radar. Also, I hate unrealistic scifi with aliens, and ships shooting green lasers at each other, and hyperspace travel and teleportation, and all that.\n\nI'm still not sure how much of the mechanics of the Serenity RPG I'll keep, but I'm slowly making my own changes. Although I'm used to really number-crunching, tactics-heavy D&D, I'm tired of that, and not interested in heavily investing myself in another complicated system in the months before 4E comes out. So I'm more interested in the roleplaying and the feel of the universe, again, the group of independent people working together thing.\n\nI want this game to be more freeform than I'm used to playing. I'm tired of quibbling over the rules because it matters: it shouldn't matter. I don't expect someone to be upset at a combat roll because it boned his character. I'm going to try to make sure nothing bones your character unless you want it to. This is going to be more of a collaborative storytelling game, and I as the DM should have less control over the direction of the game than DMs generally do. If you guys get together and decide you want to take a break from the current villain chasing after you, come up with a way to stall the guy, and I'll make it happen, give you a chance to chase your fortunes somewhere else temporarily. As long as verisimilitude is preserved, the story makes sense, everybody has fun, it's all good.\n\n More on \"collaborative storytelling\": I want you all to keep in mind that \"collaborative storytelling\" means you should be thinking of the game as a whole rather than the character you happen to be playing. Think of everybody together as a group of writers for a TV show. If one of the characters never fails at anything, never has interesting problems and obstacles, never grows and never seems human, viewers get bored of the character, the show as a whole suffers, and the boss (me) is going to get rid of this character, and the responsible writer will get a good talking-to.\n\nI know most people are used to having their own enjoyment of the game be tied directly to the successes of the characters they play, and so people \"powergame\" or whatever, but I'm taking a different approach. If everybody identifies with the whole story rather than one character in it (just like a TV show's writers), then nobody takes it personally when one character suffers professionally, financially, emotionally for the benefit of the show as a whole.\n\nWhat makes a good life for most people is financial stability, food, shelter, luxuries, excitement, happiness, basically resources to do what they want. What makes a good story is different. In collaborative storytelling, we create characters that are searching for a good life, but in that search, go through things that make a good story.\n\nFor example, when Mal is unsuccessful at selling the Lacetor, nobody watching the show really cares; being able to sell it doesn't really make the plot of the show any more interesting. But if the story were being roleplayed, the people playing Serenity's crew might get upset over it. Not to say that I would stymie Hole in the Black's crew just because, or that I would intentionally keep the finances ragged, or dangle rewards I wasn't willing to actually give the characters, but it's just an example of how what makes a good (fictional) story is different from what makes a good (fictional) life.\n\n\n Campaign concept: \n\nI want you guys to talk to each other instead of only to me, about what you want to play, the type of game and adventures you'd like, etc.\n\nPerhaps you would like more ship combat rather than person combat. We could do two pilots, two gunners, two mechanics, etc. Maybe even have detachable one-man fighters for additional players. Proceeds could go towards souping up the ship Millenium Falcon/Slave 1-style.\n\nPerhaps you guys would like to run a more legitimate operation. The group could be trying to start an interplanetary business, much of the time could be spent building contacts and forging relationships and squeezing out competitors.\n\nMaybe you guys want to run a passenger transport/protection service for high-profile clients. One or two players could play the clients, who get where they're going and are replaced with new clients. This would involve a lot of fresh and new roleplaying (plus a lot of combat as the clients get tracked to the ship or whatever).\n\n Minchandre's idea: \n Here's one idea: courier ship. It gives us an excuse to have a super fast vessel and offers a broad range of both legitimate and illegal jobs - we might even end up working for the Alliance at some point. Difficulties could be involved with pickup and delivery, as well as offering a lot of potential for stuff going wrong in space (e.g. being shot at by someone who wants whatever is valuable enough to hire a courier for). Because our ship would likely be unarmed, escaping pursuit would be a matter of applying our superior speed and maneuverability, as well as shear awesomeness.\" \n Jannex's ideas: \n We could be people-finders. Anything from kidnapped children, to new corporate recruits, to escaped convicts, we go and find people, and retrieve them.\n\nOr we could be information-brokers. Other ships are given leads into jobs; a certain payroll shipment's scheduled arrival at a bank on one moon, or a specific vintage weapon might be available for \"covert acquisition\" on another planet. We're the people who find these things out in the first place. You want dirt on someone for blackmail purposes? You want to find out the holes in a security system? You want some obscure historical data? You come to us. \nThe point is, it all depends on what you guys want. Throw some interesting ideas out, don't be afraid. If other people don't like it, we'll keep talking. I just don't want to create another Serenity, with the exact same makeup of roles and personalities.\n\n\n Logistics: \n Private Communication: If you want say something to me in private, unless it's very short (a paragraph or two), send it through email. If it is very short, you can just PM it to me here. The thing is, there are 10 players, and I can't do the three-PMs-a-day-each thing anymore. This site limits your PMs to 100 total, and I'm almost full already, so I'd prefer you to email me anything there's a remote chance I'd want to save, i.e., anything over two paragraphs. My email address is ancalimohtar, and it's at gmail dot com.\n\n Character sheets: Fill this character sheet out! The blue boxes calculate themselves--don't touch them. They're there to make it easy to see how many points your character has, make sure the numbers are right. Just fill everything that the sample character has filled in.\n\n\n Player List: \n Koji playing Trevor Zane : Jittery, mentally and physically fragile teenage pilot\n Sunfall playing Grace Willows : Caring gardener and cook, into botany and geosciences\n maniac playing Alex Gibbs : Core planet mechanical engineer who wanted to live on the Rim\n Kyuss playing Lee Enfield : War vet (Browncoat blockade runner), tough type who wields dual pistols\n Nelphine playing Boran : Mousy sneak taken with communications and scanning equipment\n Rachel_Lorelei playing Jin Wei-Li : Alliance experiment, dextrous combatant with knives, rifles, other weapons\n Jannex playing Annalise Long : Good natured diplomat, computer and technical engineering expert\n Conners playing Ryder : Former orphan, led a life of petty crime, now a doctor\n roninkelt playing Abel : Middle-aged prospector, also a jack of all\n two_many_tamale playing Sam West : Principled smuggler and interceptor pilot, suffered a mutiny by his crew\n\n\n The Incomparable Hole in the Black ! \n Deckplans for the four levels of the ship: Each square is 10' x 10', so the ship is about 25% longer than the Firefly, and much more massive due to its bulkish shape.\n\n \n Lower level \n Mid level \n Upper level \n Escape level \n View from the side (stairs/ladders are purple, the hot pink one goes through an airlock) \n \n Filled-in deckplans: This is a work in progress, probably on hold until January.\n\n \n Lower level \n Rough layout of the garden , located on the upper level. For this, each square is 5', not 10'. \n \n Action shots: \n \n From the bottom, front \n \n Operating costs: Tentative list, figures are credits per month:\n\n \n Fuel: 1100 \n Food: For someone eating only protein packs supplemented by the garden, it would be 11; throw in some canned and fresh goods, and it would be closer to 20. All in all, for ten people, probably about 150 . \n Medical supplies, ammo, garden supplies, docking/water fees, etc.: 400 \n Ship maintenance: 700 \n \n Recruitment thread for reference " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "There are quite a few changes I made from the official published Serenity RPG rules. Here they are, for easy reference:\n\n\n Houserule #1: Universal points system \n\nThe way they have the creation and advancement of attributes and skills set up, it's stupid as all hell. Nothing makes any sense. The cumulative costs of getting to a certain point are different. The rules in the book give a clear-cut best and cheapest way to get good stats: put d12s in your favorite attributes and d4s in the rest, and raise the d4s during play. If you spread d6s and d8s across everything at the beginning, it would take you a stupid number of points to get anything to d12. I changed it so creation worked the same way as advancement:\n\n\n Code: \n Score\tAttributes\tBase skills\tAdvanced skills\n\tmargin\tcumul\tmargin\tcumul\tmargin\tcumul\nd2\t8\t8\t2\t2\t-\t-\nd4\t16\t24\t4\t6\t-\t-\nd6\t24\t48\t6\t12\t-\t-\nd8\t32\t80\t-\t-\t8\t8\nd10\t40\t120\t-\t-\t10\t18\nd12\t48\t168\t-\t-\t12\t30\nd12+d2\t56\t224\t-\t-\t14\t44\nd12+d4\t64\t288\t-\t-\t16\t60\nd12+d6\t-\t-\t-\t-\t18\t78\nd12+d8\t-\t-\t-\t-\t20\t98\nd12+d10\t-\t-\t-\t-\t22\t120\nd12+d12\t-\t-\t-\t-\t24\t144\netc.\t-\t-\t-\t-\t+2\t+marginal cost \nEverything works the same way. Don't have to plan ahead now. In addition, if you really want, you can have a d2 attribute. This way you can actually play a mentally retarded character, or an invalid pilot or something.\n\nTraits are now valued at 40 points for a minor one, and 80 for a major one. Traits, attributes, and skills all draw from the same points pool.\n\nFor comparison purposes:\n \n Spoiler \n\nBook's rules:\n Code: \n Score\t---------Creation---------\t\t---------Advancement---------\t\n\tAttributes\tSkills\t\t\tAttributes\tSkills\n\tmarg\tcumul\tmarg\tcumul\t\tmarg\tcumul\tmarg\tcumul\n2\t(2)\t(2)\t2\t2\t\t(8)\t(8)\t2\t2\n4\t2\t4\t2\t4\t\t(16)\t(24)\t4\t6\n6\t2\t6\t2\t6\t\t24\t48\t6\t12\n8\t2\t8\t2\t8\t\t32\t80\t8\t20\n10\t2\t10\t2\t10\t\t40\t120\t10\t30\n12\t2\t12\t2\t12\t\t48\t168\t12\t32\n14\t2\t14\t2\t14\t\t56\t224\t14\t46\n16\t2\t16\t2\t16\t\t64\t288\t16\t62 \nYou pay linearly for each point of attributes and skills at creation, and they cost the same number of points. But when you start the game, all of a sudden attributes costs four times as much, and top it all off, you pay increasing amounts to advance any of them. It's really messy compared to my solution, where all the columns make sense and follow the same pattern:\n\nMy revised rules:\n\n Code: \n Score\t---------Creation---------\t\t---------Advancement---------\t\n\tAttributes\tSkills\t\t\tAttributes\tSkills\n\tmargin\tcumul\tmargin\tcumul\t\tmargin\tcumul\tmargin\tcumul\n2\t8\t8\t2\t2\t\t8\t8\t2\t2\n4\t16\t24\t4\t6\t\t16\t24\t4\t6\n6\t24\t48\t6\t12\t\t24\t48\t6\t12\n8\t32\t80\t8\t20\t\t32\t80\t8\t20\n10\t40\t120\t10\t30\t\t40\t120\t10\t30\n12\t48\t168\t12\t42\t\t48\t168\t12\t42\n14\t56\t224\t14\t56\t\t56\t224\t14\t56\n16\t64\t288\t16\t72\t\t64\t288\t16\t72 \n \n\n More specifics on character creation : Now, because of all the rejiggering I did above, Greenhorn/Veteran/BDH doesn't fit anymore. It was stupid anyway (you could build a BDH that took forever to become if someone started as a greenhorn, or you could build one that was marginally better, kind of defeats the purpose?) So instead, I looked at what was possible with the system given in the book, and gave enough points so that roughly the same power level could be achieved with my system. That gave me a benchmark.\n\nBut there's a great thing with my system: Points are always worth the same! a Plot Point has always equalled an Advancement Point, but the points you got at character creation were different, worth much more. Now, you can rapidly add up the total number of Points your character is worth and figure out an objective measure of character power or level.\n\nWhat you can do now at character creation is give your character a crappy set of attributes, but save the points for skills (just like you could always save them or add to them with traits). You can also do the reverse. Remember, attributes cost four times as much.\n\nWhat I found messing with the numbers is that greenhorn roughly corresponds to 600 points, veteran somewhat under 750, and BDH about 900-950, points used on skills included.\n\n For this game, take 600 points total, to distribute among attributes and skills as you like. I suggest you split them up in roughly the ratio given above.\n\n\n Houserule #2: Agility and Strength \n \n Spoiler \nThese two attributes in this game have a few problems. First, Agility represents disparate qualities of a character--manual dexterity and full-body agility. When it's used for, say, Craft/Watchmaking and Medical Expertise/Surgery, it describes someone who has excellent hand-eye coordination, but more importantly, very precise and steady hand movements. However, when it's used for Athletics/Dodge or Performance/Dance, it's describing body control, center of balance, and full-body agile movement.\n\nOn the other hand, Strength is pretty much useless. You use it to make Strength checks to move stuff, sure, but otherwise, you only need it for Melee Weapons and Unarmed Combat, and those two are generally for backup when guns aren't available. Just like in real life.\n\nAs a result of this, Agility is way, way too good of an attribute, and Strength is crappy. You pretty much need a good Agility for any kind of combat character--first, to Athletics/Dodge or /Run or /Acrobatics or /Whatever on defense, and then also to Gun/Pistol or /Rifle or /Shotgun on offense. Nobody here has a higher Strength than Agility, for example. I'm going to shift everything with full-body motion from Agility toward Strength and rename the two.\n \n\n\nAgility and Strength as attributes are being replaced by Dexterity and Agility. Dexterity represents accuracy, precision, and strength of hand movements. Agility represents control of full-body motion, balance, momentum, and leverage. Most of what Strength did (hand-to-hand combat, both with weapons and melee, moving stuff, encumbrance) falls under the new Agility, and makes sense there. Anything left over that doesn't fit Dexterity or Agility will go to Vitality.\n\n\n Houserule #3: Revised Skills \n\nThe skills are written and categorized really poorly in the book. Revisions:\n\n Planetary Vehicles is eliminated. Its advanced skills are now split between Pilot and Athletics; anything with a machine is Pilot, otherwise (scuba, horseriding, etc.) it's Athletics.\n\n Mechanical engineering/Technical engineering get shaken up and cleaned up. They used to have repair, and then create/alter. Which was dumb. Now, the advanced skills are individual disciplines, and having points in a discipline means you can create/alter and repair stuff involving it:\n\nMechanical engineering\n-mechatronics (robotics/automatic systems, includes navigation computers)\n-structural analysis\n-propulsion\n-demolitions\n-guns\n-heavy weapons\n-any other category of non-electrical machinery someone would want to make/alter/repair\n\nTechnical engineering\n-mechatronics (just like in real life, different backgrounds can both reach the same place)\n-communications/sensors\n-hacking (fold technical security systems into this)\n-electronics\n-computer programming (you probably won't need this--what are you, a software developer? most programs you'd want to write probably fall into one of the others above)\n\n Covert can also lead to hacking and comm systems.\n\n\n Houserule #4: Vehicle and Ship combat \n\nI haven't decided how I'm going to change this, but I really dislike the way ships are treated as characters and given stats in a really forced and artificial manner. I think ship combat could be very exciting, and a battle in space might involve everybody--engineer tweaking the systems, pilot and copilot dogfighting, gunners manning cannons, etc. The way the game does it right now--lame.\n\n Update: I'm working out a system for this, and so far it's promising. Attack roll will be the sum of a Pilot/Ship Type roll (for positioning) and a Heavy Weapons/Weapon Type roll (for aiming). Defense roll will be the sum of an innate ship Evasiveness value added to a Pilot/High Speed Maneuvering roll. Damage reduction and HP will depend on armor and hull. \n Misc. Flavor Houserules \n Cortex: The internet is not that scary, invasive, and simultaneously inaccessible, even in the future. Imagine the Cortex to be the future's Internet, modified because the speed of light is now a factor when we're talking about such distances.\n\n Terminology: As the game progresses, I hope everybody will introduce new words/slang to make the setting more believable and organic. I'll keep a list here:\n\n-float(s): hovercraft, for passenger transport; similar to how \"car\" is used today." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Learn to speak (and type) Mandarin! \n\nFor the sounds that exist in English, I'll use English sounds to approximate it. For the ones that don't, I'll use pinyin. You can learn the pinyin system from Wikipedia or other sites. I really recommend you listen to some of those .wav files. The pairs of consonants are related to each other in the same way. Sounds that I will use pinyin for:\n\n \n zh vs. j : They're both like the English j , but the difference is like the difference between \"genie\" and \"djinni\"; zh is a full-mouthed g enie, while j is pronounced closer to a closed d sound, almost trying to squeezing the air out.\n \n ch vs. q : Both like English ch , but the same as the above. The ch is fuller, the q is more hissing air.\n \n sh vs x : English sh , but again, sh is fuller, x is flatter and hissing.\n \n z : dz (su ds ) \n c : ts (ca ts ) \n \n\nNow the vowels:\n\n \n a : long/Spanish a as in ah . Thus dang is not like the English exclamation dang! but like dahng \n e : kind of like uh \n i : long ee \n o : oh . Thus gong is like gohng instead of \"hit the gong !\" \n uo and ou : Break down the word \"whoa\": it's mostly pronounced wuo + ou \n u : oo \n ü : kind of like yu \n \n\nOkay then. Now the words that are most likely to be used/abused changed from the sourcebook:\n\n \n Accusing someone of lying, a ridiculous notion, or talking out of the posterior: Fuhn Pi Fang pi (fahng pee) , literally “farting.” Carries the implication that the person being talked to is saying something so untrue/worthless it's like he's farting instead of talking. Kind of like \"Bullisht!\" \n \n Alas, not good, what a mess, too bad: Jao Gao Zao Gao (dzao gao) , literally “spoiled cake.” \"Oh isht!\" \n \n Alliance: Nien Mohn Tong Meng (tong mung) \n \n Bastard, jerk: Huen Dahn Hun Dan (hwen dan) , literally “rotten egg.” Connotes much stronger hate than both \"jerk\" and \"bastard,\" more like assohle \n \n Big boss or operator of a business: Lao Buhn Lao Ban ; Lao Buhn Ni’un Lao Ban Niang (lao ban nyang) for female boss or proprietor’s wife. Also informal appellation for acquaintances.\n \n Bottoms up: Gon Beh Gan Bei (gahn bay) , literally “dry cup.”\n \n Brilliant: Jing Chai Jing Cai (djing tsai) . \n \n\nA few that have already been used or introduced as the game's progressed:\n\n \n Cow dung: niao fung Niu fen (nyio fen) . It's not really used in any figurative way. You can't use it as \"bullisht,\" but I suppose in the future things could change. Most likely used to compare something to poop.\n \n Are we understood?/Understand?: Dohn mah? Dong ma? \n \n (at the end of a sentence) Right?/You know?/Am I right?/You know what I mean?: Shi Dui bu dui? (dway boo dway) , literally \"right/wrong?\"; or Ni shuo dui bu dui? (nee shwua dway boo dway) , literally \"tell me, right or wrong?\"; or dui ma? (dway ma) , literally \"right?\"\n \n You understand, right?: Ni dong ba? (nee DOHNG bah) \n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((This is how you use the forum dice-roller: [roll=Example]XdY+Z[/roll]\nX = The number of dice. Y = The number of sides to each dice. +Z = Add on the bonus/penalty you have with the skill you're rolling (replace \"+\" with \"-\" if penalty 😛).))\n\nRyder shakes Alex's hand with the same enthusiasm as before (he was wearing gloves to his hands' hygienic benefit). \"A pleasure to meet you!\" he says nicely, \"the ship looks in good condition, not that I can say that with mechanical experience.\" He smiles back pleasantly. Alex has a bit of trouble working Ryder out... Strong, agile, but not quite so good for taking a punch, would be a good physical description where fighting goes. Although he's physically like a Rim-Worlder, his accent, manner and appearance point him out as a Core-Worlder. In the end, he is strong or leans toward it heavily.\nThe doctor listens politely for a moment. \" Dohn, \" he answers simply. Ryder immediately aids in carrying the larger chest, trying to carry the majority of the weight for Alex.\nIf necessary: [roll=Strength+Vitality]1d8+1d6[/roll]\n \"Yes, I spent a lot of time on a ship like this as a child, so I generally know what to expect,\" Ryder answers. \"I don't really have trouble getting work, but I'm tired of the Core-Worlds.\" \n \"Ryder!\" he answers One-Eye--almost extending his hand while carrying the crate but remembering not to just in time, \"it's very nice to meet you Lee, or do you prefer the other name? Don't worry about calling me mister!\" \n\nHe watches Lee take his rifle (or pistol) interestedly. \"My father made it,\" he says conservatively as the sight is adjusted, \"it does seem to need a checkup though... Well, I better help Alex carry this, I'll come right back for my rifle (or pistol). Thanks!\" With that said, he snaps back to helping carry the crate.\nAfter they place it down. \"Is there anything I should learn or do before I get back my gun?\" he asks Alex politely." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor sits at the bridge, intent on familiarizing himself with the controls. He has said very little since his recent arrival, and has spent most of his spare time making fine adjustments to the equipment, focused on proving his prowess as quickly and completely as possible." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "Ryder strikes a cord mentioning the Core. As they continue past Lee she continues the thread of conversation.\n\"Yeah, I get your meaning about the Core. Shiny as an oil slick, but sometimes ya gotta wish life had more excitement. Like, y'know, the excitement of living life off the cameras...\" She smiles ruefully and continues to lead Ryder, going through the depth of the ship into the engine room. \"Yeah, set 'er here and I'll get it later. Come with, I'll show you the infirmary. Speakin' of which, how you'd pick up on doctorin'? You an ex browncoat or the like?\"\nAlex listens as she leads Ryder up another level to the infirmiry. \"The infirmary's right opposite the garden, which is very Zen and all, definate selling point.\" She opens the door on the infirmary, currently a barebones affair with little more then shelves and a couple beds.\n\"Infirmary's pretty basic right now but I figure you can gussy the place up a bit.\" She rolls up her sleeve as she says this. \"Now, if'n we sign you we'll head on over to the moons, won't take more'n a few hours. You got the supplies to give me a 'noc for anything they got up there or you gonna need to get some shopping done?\"\n\n--------------------------------\n\nAt an earlier time:\n\"Hey kiddo.\" Alex flush with the success of her huntin'. Said success was carried under her left arm, a fuse box from a ship not so lucky as theirs. Her right hand held a sandwhich, which was to say a piece of protein between two thicker pieces of protein, which she set aside at the moment to work and talk.\n\"We'll, your right about the ship needin' a pilot. Our first fellow took his leave here, leavin' us stranded.\" As she spoke she opened the back hatch on the pilot's terminal and got to work. She replaced the busted fuse, then secured the extra's for spare keeping, strapping them to the inside with a length of patchtape she retrieved from the depths of her bulky overalls.\n\"Not exactly sure I'm so desperate as to put a child at the wheel of my bird though.\" Alex speaks not unkindly as she flips the breaker, causing the terminal to spring to life.\n\"Don't get me wrong, kid, I like your spunk, but on a ship like this, you need someone who with a steady hand in an emergency, someone with experience, Dohn-ma? But hey, I got an offer for you. We're gonna head to the factory town over east, try to find us a pilot there. You take the helm for the hop, if I like what I see you sign on as co-pilot, alright? Won't pay more'n three square a day, but it'll be a good way for you to get time behind the wheel and learn the tricks o' the trade. Should make it easier to impress some other captain when your time comes. How you like the sound of that, kid?\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor stares at the floor panelling while Alex speaks to him. His only affirmaiton of her offer is a nod. He honestly hadn't even expected that good of an offer, and tries not to muck it up by saying anything." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Ryder nods in agreement to the mention of cameras. He always hated those things... \"The planet I lived on was neutral in the war, so I didn't really take any part in it. I got my medical degree through a scholarship,\" he answers Alex's question, following her into the infirmary, \"but even with that, my family and friends had to scrape all their money together to pay various, 'expenses', required to carry on with my scholarship... As for why I became a doctor: I'm not overly sensitive to blood and injuries. And, well, the pay is good--\" he grins widely as he adds in the last part, \"--Doctor skills are also useful in most any situation.\" He looks around the infirmary with some surprise. \"Aren't there any medical supplies?\" he asks, slight shock in his voice--he calms down when Alex mentions shopping on the moons. \"I have all my own tools, but I don't carry many medical supplies with me. The amount we need really depends on how long till we can resupply, as well as how many injuries will need to be treated until we do. So, I guess I'll work it out when we get there!\n\"I'll get my tools sorted with the infirmary! When I'm done, may I look at the garden you mentioned?\" Already Ryder begins unpacking medical equipment and arranging it to match the infirmary, as he waits for his answer. He scans it carefully, to such an extent that you wouldn't want to bet that he couldn't walk through it blindfolded." }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "A soft murmuring can be heard from the greenhouse door, which only ever closes at night-time. There, in the luminous glare of lamps creating artificial daylight and a fine mist emanating from the watering systems, a figure can be seen, half obscured between abundant leaves, twines and blossoms. There seems to be quite a variety of plants, neatly ordered in rows of gel containers, but leaving this sort of order soon after they emerge from their soil, entwining gaily and creating a strange sort of snow-globe jungle.\n\nAt the back of the room, a vast container can be glimpsed, carrying the customary labels of crop supplies. Tools, pots, seeds, bulbs and little plastic bags are everywhere, but despite its seeming a bit cluttered, everything has its own place in this garden.\n\nThe woman who seems to tend the plants seems completely oblivious to anything that happens on the nearby hallway. Her age is hard to place - she could be in her late forties, but her scrawny frame, weathered skin and silver-grey hair make it impossible to be sure. Wide pants hang on her a bit like a portable black tent, and there is a well-worn green cardigan hanging from her sinewy shoulders. She also wears a dark blue hat on her short wavy hair.\n\nHer movements seem relaxed and fluid, as she weeds and clips, digs and plucks. She works in a tender, peaceful flow that can be noticed about many an experienced gardener. Now and then, she seems to be muttering under her breath or humming a tuneless melody. Right now, that woman seems to have all the time of the world." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "Alex pauses a bit, unsure what to make of the young man's silence. She decides to shrug it off, and reaches for the intercomm. \"No real sense in dwadling here. You wanna show me what you can do?\" Alex flicks on the comm and is pleased to hear her voice echo throughout the ship. \"Hello travelers. Hey, shiny work getting the comm patched, Annalise, sounds fine. Anyways, we're going to be taking a short hop right now, check out the prospective pilot in, Ta ma de, what's the name of that town? Anyway, stap in. Alex out.\"\nAlex flipped off the comm and turned back to Trevor. \"Ship's yours kid.\"\n\n----------------------\n\n\"Scholarship case! Huh.\" going by her surprise, Alex was obviously pretty impressed at that. \"Don't get too many minds of that caliber chosing life on the rim.\" she stuck out her hand. \"Makes this simple though, if you got the cortex records to back up your story, you've definately got a berth on my ship.\" Alex held onto Ryder's hand and leaned in close. \"Won't be any unpleasant surprises on the cortex, will there doctor? Y'know, reasons a licenced doctor would want to head out towards the rim?\"" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "A pretty young woman with bright red hair pulled back in a braid strolls down the stairs from the crew quarters. She wears a tank top, cargo pants with bulging pockets, and combat boots. \"We got new people, Alex?\" She wanders down to the infirmary, finding a place to strap in as per the captain's orders, and gives the man sorting out his tools a friendly smile. \"Hi,\" she says brightly, \"I'm Annalise. Are you joining up?\" " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nWordlessly, Trevor begins initiating the takeoff sequence. He flicks several switches, manually starting each process individually to ensure that there are no hitches in the system, and smiles as the engine begins to roar to life.\n\nHe says to Alex, \"No need to leave atmo, but the cloud cover makes Beylix a bit of a rough ride, even for a boat this size. Should be simple for me to handle so long's the Hole's in good shape.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n((I am unsure of whether checks need to be made for standard flight operations, and what stat they correlate to, so I'll leave the dice off for the moment. Someone wanna clarify in the OOC thread?))\n " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"I wasn't born on a Core-World,\" Ryder answers Alex calmly, \"is there any reason I shouldn't like to see the Rim again?--\" he paused a moment after saying it, considering reasons he wouldn't want to... \"--All right, so there are a lot of reasons. Still, I came from a tough a planet--so I can handle most troubles the Rim can throw at me.\" As he speaks, the doctor forages through his pockets, finally pulling out an electronic identity card and handing it to Alex. \"Just press the button there, and the small screen will display my record,\" he said, pointing out a small button to the side of the screen.\nAs his record slides up (at an adjustable speed), Alex can find no criminal record. She does notice, however, that Ryder is listed as a graduate from one of the top Alliance Medical Academies. \"Everything is in order then?\" he asks nicely. Information on card: \n Spoiler \nAge: 20. Sex: Male. Occupation: Doctor. Criminal Activities: None recorded. Eyes: Blue. Height: 6'00\". Weight: 144 lbs. Academic Records: Federal Alliance Medical Academy, Scholarship: Surgery A-Class, Internal Medicine A-Class, General C-Class. Debts: $0.00.\n \n\n\nRyder smiles back at Annalise. \"Yes,\" he says cheerfully, \"or at least I think I am! I'm Ryder. It's a pleasure to meet you, Annalise! Just tell me if you if you get sick, I have an immunization pack in my first-aid kit.\" He extends his hand to her, trying to work her out similarly to when Alex looked him over. Was she from the core, or the rim--a fighter, or a speaker?\nFor fun: [roll=Influence+Willpower]1d10+1d8[/roll] (Sweet and Cheerful)" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Rerolling.... Stupid roller.....))\n\n Influence - (1d10)[ 8 ] (Sweet and Cheerful) + Willpower - (1d8)[ 4 ] Total: 8 + 4 = 12 .\n((Wow, that would beat a difficulty over hard... And I even forgot to add the Allure trait's bonus, 😁.))" }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " The one-eyed warrior saunters his way into the infirmary, holding the newly arrived doctor's firearm in his hands. With his good eye, he takes a final look down the sight, and hands it back to its owner. Lee takes a quick scan of those gathered around in the upper level, looking for a place to strap in. He moves in the way of Annalise and Ryder, and begins to speak to the young doctor. \n \"Weren't exactly introduced right back there. Name's Lee Enfield, but like I said, most just call me 'one eye.' How'd you hear about our little Hole here?\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Thank you,\" he says to Lee as he takes his rifle back. He straps it casually onto his back. \"Nice to meet you Lee,\" he says, shaking the man's hand, \"I'm Ryder, the new doctor, as you probably heard. Thank you for fixing my rifle's sight. How I heard of this ship? Well, i was looking for a ship going to the Rim, and this one's design and course interested me the most. So I heard about the Hole-in-the-Black from general scouting.\" " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "People, ships' proper names have no article preceding them. Thus, \"Serenity,\" not \"the Serenity,\" and \"Hole in the Black\" and not \"the Hole in the Black.\"\n\nAlso, you don't need to roll for social interactions between you guys. In fact, don't worry about rolling for anything while you're just setting up the story.\n\nEdit: If you're going to use it as a nickname, I suppose \"the Hole\" would work, as in \"Let's get back to the Hole." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "Alex smiles confidently at Trevor. \"Good shape ain't gonna be a problem on my boat, kid. Not too brag or anything, but my ship's gonna purr by the time I'm through. Hm...\" Alex takes note of the manual startup Trevor is excecuting. \"You always this meticulous?\" she asks in a neutral sort of curriousity.\n\n-------------------\n\nNoticing that a crowd was begining to form, Alex discretely slipped the card back to Ryder. She then gives him a reassuring pat on the back. \"Of course he's signing on. Hey folks.\" she nodded at Lee and Annalise. She listens a bit before excusing herself. \"Hey, looks like we'll be leaving the world soon so make sure y'aint forgetting anything. I'm gonna spread the news. Y'all help Ryder feel at home now.\" With that, Alex headed into the garden.\n\"Hey, there Grace.\" Alex greated the older woman as she walked in. Alex took a moment to appreciate the crisp freshness that filled the room before continuing. \"You could probably hear, but looks like we found a doctor, a real good one at that. So our bussiness on this world is wrappin' up an' I realized I hadn't checked in on if you wanted to pick anything else up while we were so close to the core. Hm?\"" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise's smile brightens at the mention of the immunization packs. \"That's awfully handy! I might take you up on that, if we end up anywhere that folks are sick.\" Reaching around Lee, she accepts Ryder's hand and shakes it; while firm and friendly, her grip doesn't have a great deal of strength behind it, suggesting she's very much not the rough-and-tumble combat type. \"Anyway, welcome aboard. I'm sure you'll fit right in around here.\" Ryder can probably detect a trace of crisp Core diction in her speech, though it sounds like she's grown used to affecting Rim speech patterns." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Well, I better get some more when I restock on medical supplies,\" Ryder laughs after hearing Annalise's eagerness. \"Thank you, I'll do my best to fit in and be useful! \n \"So, Alex is the mechanic for the ship, and I'm the doctor--but what do you two do here?\" He gets back to work as he waits for an answer, turning to look at them as they speak for politeness." }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Lee looks behind him and looks down at Annalise. \n \"Oh...uh, sorry there, Anna. Hehe...Didn't notice ya' there. Not that you ain't woth noticin'...but, you know what happens when I see good pieces, hehe... How's them sensors runnin' today, kiddo?\" \n Without waiting for an answer, Lee quickly turns around and begins to walk out of the room, mumbling under his breath. Upon hearing Ryder, he turns around and faces the new doctor. Pointing at the newest bullet-holes in his shirt, he smiles and responds. \n \"I'm a leaky bucket that makes more leaky buckets.\" " }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise rolls her eyes, and favors Lee with an amused smile. \"S'alright, Lee; we all know how you get about your toys,\" she teases. \"And the sensors're just shiny, if I do say so myself.\" \n\nShe turns back to Ryder, her expression again reflecting friendly interest. \"Oh, I handle electronics and computer systems,\" she explains offhandedly. \"You know, keep the NavSat and the sensors in good order, fix the comm occasionally, keep an eye on the Cortex; that sort of thing.\" " }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Upon hearing Annalise's answer, Lee blushes just a tad and shouts back to Anna: \n \"Figured they would be. We'd probably be blind withoutcha, kiddo.\" \n Lee walks into Grace's garden, perhaps having a little better of a day, where she and the captain are discussing items and materials. Knocking as he enters, he bows to both. \n \"Apologies, Ms. Willows, but I just had a quick question for the good cap'n here. Cap'n, you got a new job lined up? Maybe somethin' in the arear of a nice lil' delivery run...or, you know, the ol' guard/escort mission? Somethin' I can my hands dirty in...\" " }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "Grace looks up as the Captain enters, and gives one of her forlorn smiles. \"Oh, Alex, dear, didn't hear ya come in...\" She sets down a small pair of clipping scissors and glances trough the door to the infirmary as Alex speaks. \"A doctor, how shi sung chung \", she replies. \"Good ter have a real doctor on board.\"\n\nAs the Captain mentions the supplies, Grace gives one more of her small smiles, saying: \"Oh, how good of you remindin' me! I've ordered some spices and supplies, and now look at me, I nearly forgot ter pick 'em up...\"\n\nAs Lee comes in and greets her, Grace's smile grows wider, and she exclaims: \" Jao Gao , Lee, don't make me older than I already am! How often should I tell you to call me Grace? I'm just the cook , fer cryin' out loud...\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\n \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n \"You always this meticulous?\" she asks in a neutral sort of curiousity. \n \n\n\"No ma'am,\" he says with no small shade of timidity. \"Just gettin' a feel for the ship. Every one of them startup processes helps clue me in on how she's gonna fly. I cut my teeth flyin' scrapped ships, and they taught me how important it is to know every nook and cranny of the boat yer flyin'.\"" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \"Well, you must certainly be glad to have me here now I expect,\" Ryder says to Lee, as the \"leaky bucket\" walks away.\n \"Oh, so you're our electronics mechanic, basically?\" he asks Annalise, grinning a little, \"it's good to have someone who can keep the sensors in order.\n\"On the subject of computers, doesn't the infirmary have one? Since the war, most ships with an infirmary are set up with a medical computer.\" " }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": " Boran \n\n \"No ma'am,\" he says with no small shade of timidity. \"Just gettin' a feel for the ship. Every one of them startup processes helps clue me in on how she's gonna fly. I cut my teeth flyin' scrapped ships, and they taught me how important it is to know every nook and cranny of the boat yer flyin'.\" \n\n\"Oooh hey cap'n; is this the new pilot? Shiny! I know every nook and cranny of this boat, and I try to know everything that happens around her too. Like that!\" Boran tilts his head, listening to the headpiece in his ear. \"There's something small out there floating around; never even cross our path, but I like to know what rocks is out there, even if it's just to give Lee something to aim at for practice.\"\n\nBoran goes back to his scanners, fingers fiddling with controls, and eyes far away; he lives to find new things, though when he goes off duty.. the new people will be at least as good." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "\"Hey Boran.\" Alex says without taking her eyes off of Trevor. She keeps a watchful gaze on the child, not wanting to miss out on anything while he holds the fate of her ship in his hands. \"Yeah, Trevor here's the latest addition to our outstanding cast. Still gonna keep lookin' though, check out that other applicant we had. Been thinkin' we'll head coreward a bit, get ourselves a doctor and something to fill up the empty room. Gettin' sick out in the black once was more then enough for me.\"\n\n-----------------------------\n\n\"Why, Mr. Enfield, you truely can be virteous to a fault 'round us wimmin' folk.\" Alex adopts a stuck up high class Persephone drawl in a momentary show of cheek at Lee and Grace's exchange.\n\"But Lee, don't get too twitchy yet. I didn't want to find work until we'd had some time to look for the doc, not to mention we still gotta fill up the infirmary. Our doc seemed shocked to see we didn't have a full trauma ward.\" Alex smiles wryly at such naivite. \"Couple days, one eye, then you can shoot folk up to your hearts content. But Grace, sooner we get this boat off the ground the better. I'm gonna go find where Boran and the kid got to. See if you can wrap up you're shoppin' alright?\"" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((OOC: I say we start the ship off and head to where we can purchase those medical supplies 😁. Maybe we can get our job there too...\nWho wants our first job to have a lot of combat?) )" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((We're killing time cause the GM isn't ready yet. Certainly a good brawl is worthwhile, though I'm excitable as to variety myself.))" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((OOC: ...... How about a couple of fun scenarios?\nExample: One-Eye and Ryder, for some unexplained reason, are arm wrestling. Note: If Lee doesn't want to, someone else can take his place. ))\n\n\nGripping tightly, Ryder pull with all his strength against the mercenary's arm. Strength - (1d8)[ 4 ] + Vitality - (1d6)[ 2 ] = 6 \n\n\n((OOC: We start out with our arms in the middle. We both make an opposed Strength + Vitality check. The person with the higher score pushes the other's arm one step to their side. Win twice in a row from the middle and you get their arm on the table.\n Example: [W][][S][][W]\nS = Starting position. W = Win. Every time you win a check you get your opponent's arm closer to their \"W\", when they're pushed onto the square with their \"W\", you win.\nLet's say 2 out of 3. ))" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Jin Wei-Li \n\n\" Wei! This Hole in the Black ?\"\nThe baritone voice is that of the young man who's standing at the entrance to the Hole's cargo bay: Chinese in appearance, with sharp cheekbones, a braid going down to the small of his back, and a lean, wiry build. He's got practical traveling clothes--a shirt he obviously doesn't care too much about, a brown leather vest, pants that maybe weren't quite as dust-brown at the beginning of the day. There's a large pack on his back, and a rifle peeks over his shoulder; he raises one hand in a smooth wave. His voice brims with confidence, and he projects so it carries clearly without him shouting.\n\"Heard you lot are hiring and then heading out of here! Suits me fine, so I thought as I'd check if you need security--you're headin' Rimward, things get rough out there.\"" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "\"No problem.\" Grace gives Alex a smile, putting down her hat and taking up a bag with some bulging shapes in it. \"Won't take long at all. Merchandise was paid for ages ago. Trader's just round the corner, if I remember right.\" Her gaze shifts to Lee, and she adds: \"Well, if you're that twitchy, you can come with me. I'd fancy someone who could carry a bit of a crate... Just try not to get yourself shot again, will ya?\" With that, she dreamily saunters out of the garden, taking the bulging bag with her.\n\n~~\n\n\"You're quite right here, young man, this bein' the Hole \", Grace remarks to Wei-Li as she ambles out of the cargo bay - barefoot, as usual. \"Bit of brawn couldn't hurt, I reckon. Captain's right back there, nice young woman with a sandwich and maybe the odd scrap metal part in her hand. Can't miss 'er.\"\n\nWith that, Grace steps off the platform - and into a steaming swad of cow dung (as she wasn't looking where she was going). With a somewhat astonished expression she looks down, then, slowly, a broad smile erupts on her face.\n\n\"Aaah, farming planets\", she remarks offhandedly.\n\n\n((Wei-Li is his first name, is it?))" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "((Jin's his first name--I'm guessing Teh Futar uses English FirstName-FamilyName conventions.))\n\nUp close, the young man is perhaps eighteen to twenty years old. His nose has a small dent in it, the kind that happens when it gets broken a couple too many times to set quite right; a thin white scar peeks out from under his shirt collar, crossing his collar bone; he's tall, if not extraordinarily so, and compact , like a wildcat. He's got the appearance of a bruiser, but a crooked grin lights up his face, and it makes him look a sight more friendly.\n\"Yeah, niao fun 's a common problem 'round these parts. But, hey, look--they've come up with these fancy newfangled things of late t'help with that? They call'em boots . Just... sayin'.\"\n\nHe twitches his neck to the side with an audible crick , and suddenly shifts from standing to walking into the ship, his own boots making noise on the cargo bay's floor.\n\"Hoy, Captain!\"" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((Didn't think Jin and Ryder would come from somewhere quite so rustic, but that's they're fault for not specifying where they got on eh?\n\nThinking up a list of when people signed on. First batch is Alex and Annalise, as they'd be the ones getting the ship up and running. Lee would soon after as they need some muscle to protect what's they're. A couple of weeks later Hole in the Black is ready to fly and they sign up Grace and Kim Hun Lee (the pilot Trevor was to replace) for the maiden voyage, a trip to Boros to get some parts from a buddy of Alex.\nAnother week on Boros follow's as they upgrade some of the worse off equipment. Kim leaves and Trevor takes his place. They do a milk run mission to Persephone and look around for a doctor and some interior equipment, medical supplies, things for the rec room, etc. They sign up Ryder and Jin on Persephone, head to the moons to get some gear on the cheap and are officially open for business.\nDon't know where Boran fits in. You said something about him robbing a crew member but I don't yet know which. If your still lookin' for someone to rob, it could be Alex, letting him get in even before Annalise.\nSo, thought's? Concerns?))\n\n\"Hey!\" Alex waves to the newcomer as she walks down the stairs into the cargo bay. She's ditched the dirty work clothes, wearing now a pair of tan slacks, a short sleeved white dress shirt and a ratty old sweater tied around her waist. She's fiddling with the sweater as she walks, trying to make it conceal the six shooter she's got holstered at her side.\n\"Captains only my formal name.\" she explains as she steps onto the floor and walks over to the prospect. \"Most o' the time I go by Alex Gibbs.\" She extends a handshake and casually looks him over. \"I'm heading to town right now, gots to hunt me down some wayward crew. Bit of a walk, you want to come with?\" Alex leads the way back out of the ship, stepping over what plagued Grace without even needing to look and starts off in a casual stride.\n\"So, I take it you're a bit of the fightin' type, right? Truth be told, I wasn't lookin' for another hired gun truth be told but it never hurts. You seem a bit young for a hired gun though, there a story there?\"" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Actually, I figured this is the moon we were going to. Ryder has gone off to get medical supplies--watching his step as he goes (even though he is wearing those newfangled things called boots :D).))\n\nRyder walks through the rustic town, making sure no pickpocket get at his mousetrapped belongings (he has set mousetraps in his stuff...). After walking a while, he finally comes to the place. \"Good morning!\" he greets the shop owner enthusiastically, \"I've come for the medical supplies!\" After some pleasant conversation, Ryder begins the course of trying to haggle the price down (preferably with a female shop owner).\n [roll=Influence]1d12+1d2[/roll] (Sweet and Cheerful, Allure) + Intelligence - (1d10)[ 8 ] = \nUsing his knowledge of medical supplies, prices for them, and what they're worth selling on such a backwater moon--Ryder tries to get the best deal for himself and the crew, without offending the shop owner--if possible." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Stupid rolls....))\n\n Influence - (1d12)[ 12 ] + Influence - (1d2)[ 2 ] (Allure, Sweet and Cheerful) + 8 = 22 \n\n((Wow 😦...... that was lucky.....))" }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Lee bows to both of those in the garden, and scratches his head. \n \"Sorry, Ms. Grace...but, uh, well...sorry.\n\nAnyway, cap'n, I ain't gettin' antsy, I'm gettin' itchy, there's a difference. Antsy is me wantin' to shoot things, and itchy is me wantin' to get off this rock and back out ta the black. We been outta the black for two weeks now, and only for what?\" \n He interupts himself and looks down at the bulletholes in his shirt. With a look of recollection on his face, and moves on in his conversation. \n \"Yeah, Ms. Willows, I'll help ya. I'm more than willin' to get outta here while the doc's chattin' it up with Anna...and the rest of the crew.\" \n---------------------------------------------\n A time later, Lee follows Grace out from the Hole's cargo hold out onto the surface. As he passes by Jin, Lee's good eye meets with his two. Lee gives him a cold stare, as if sensing everything that the other young man is doing. After a moment, Lee breaks his stare, and begins paying his attention back to Grace. \n \"Alright Ms....we ready to shop?\" " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n ((Didn't think Jin and Ryder would come from somewhere quite so rustic, but that's they're fault for not specifying where they got on eh?\n\nThinking up a list of when people signed on. First batch is Alex and Annalise, as they'd be the ones getting the ship up and running. Lee would soon after as they need some muscle to protect what's they're. A couple of weeks later Hole in the Black is ready to fly and they sign up Grace and Kim Hun Lee (the pilot Trevor was to replace) for the maiden voyage, a trip to Boros to get some parts from a buddy of Alex.\nAnother week on Boros follow's as they upgrade some of the worse off equipment. Kim leaves and Trevor takes his place. They do a milk run mission to Persephone and look around for a doctor and some interior equipment, medical supplies, things for the rec room, etc. They sign up Ryder and Jin on Persephone, head to the moons to get some gear on the cheap and are officially open for business.\nDon't know where Boran fits in. You said something about him robbing a crew member but I don't yet know which. If your still lookin' for someone to rob, it could be Alex, letting him get in even before Annalise.\nSo, thought's? Concerns?)) \n \n\nThat's exactly what I think you guys should figure out. How the story starts. Who gets on when, where, and why. I think they've decided Boran will be getting caught by Annalise, by the way.\n\nAlso, it's really unfortunate the Serenity book has a butchered version of Mandarin in it. I'm updating the OP with how a few common phrases are supposed to sound.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Conners \n After some pleasant conversation, Ryder begins the course of trying to haggle the price down (preferably with a female shop owner).\nUsing his knowledge of medical supplies, prices for them, and what they're worth selling on such a backwater moon--Ryder tries to get the best deal for himself and the crew, without offending the shop owner--if possible. \n \n\nYou get some of them for a mediocre price. The rest aren't available here. I'm including what you got for free with the ship, since it's the start of the game. You should stop impulsively rolling for everything, haha." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((But if I have to ask every time about rolling, then it'll make things take a lot longer... And, I figured I'd get the supplies for free with the roll I managed, LOL 😁!))\n\nRyder heads back to the ship with the supplies. \"I've stocked the infirmary, Captain!\" he tells Alex, \"we can head out as soon as we're ready!\" \n\n((I'm getting antsy! Let's find something where we shoot a lot of people, and fast 😁!))" }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\nfalls in on the other side of Cap'n Alex as she and old one eye head into town. \"Did I hear you right ma'am? You lookin for crew?\" He removes a somewhat battered, shapeless hat. \"Abel's your man, I can turn a hand at whatever needs doin', but mostly I'm a damn good cook, beggin yer pardon. I been out in the black prospectin as of late, but now I'm lookin fer a ship that ain't as small nor plannin to spend as much time away from blue skies.\" He smiles, showing off perfect teeth. Something about him is damn likeable, almost as if meeting a friend who's been away for quite a while.\n\nShort cropped curly hair, a craggy, handsome face somewhat covered by a beard and lively green eyes. A battered vacc suit peeks out from under his duster with the helmet tucked under his arm." }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((Oh, I'm sorry - I thought I'd read we were on Beylix, I'd even checked it up in the book 😦 So we're on Persephone? Wouldn't be a problem, they have cows there, too. Grace wouldn't notice which exact planet it was, anyway - at least for a certain amount of time. Her orientation, however, is always good, provided that she has been there before. I like that she was one of the first crew members to hire, that way it already seems as if she has been there forever 🙂 ))\n\nGrace stops at a watering hose to briefly wash her feet and heads on determinedly towards a certain trader's booth (Lee presumably trailing behind her). It's large, almost a shop already, and stuffed with all manners of agricultural supplies, seeds and spices.\n\n\"Hey there\", Grace smiles and plonks the bag she was carrying onto the grimy counter. \"Lot 24, paid for in advance with the rest of the payment right 'ere.\" The bag is filled with a variety of brown, earthy, inconspicious bulbs, and as soon as it has changed hands, a crate and s small sack are indicated. Grace quickly leafs through the innards of the crate, nodding now and then, ticking off a memorized list. Seeing her concentrate like this is quite strange, as she usually is so oblivious to things.\n\nThen, she lifts the sack off the ground, releasing a huff of unpleasant odor. \"Yes, that's it\", she remarks, carefully taking the bag in both hands. \"Best Fertilizer in the 'Verse. Unfortunately only works with real earth. Lee, hon - would you mind takin' tha' crate, please?\"" }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "(Yeah I came with Annalise, though that might be Alex at the same time if you two start things up. Just means all 3 of us do. Maybe I overheard good prices for you.)\n\n\"Cap'n! Before you and Lee and Grace go out looking for crew, you guys might want your connection to the Hole.\" Boran hands Alex one of his eavesdroppers. \"I've got it plugged into the main system; if you need anything just holler and Trevor or I will hear you. I'm going to see if Anna an' me can't figure out how to get a proper two way system connected to the ship's system, so we can actually chat while yer out shoppin'.\"" }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": " Lee hoists the crate up onto his shoulder, minding the ceiling above him. Looking around at the plants in the store, he yawns, having a rather rough night. Taking a note of the shopkeep, and the area behind the counter, he wearily yawns again, unable to cover his mouth due to the crate. \n \"O' course, Ms. T'would be my pleasure.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Jin Wei-Li \n\n\"Yeah, well--I'm also a planet-class gymnast and a brilliant chess player, but that hardly pays well out here.\" The young man gives an easy shrug and clasps Alex's hand in a firm handshake; calluses on his hands, in the places guns leave them.\n\"No real story. Was raised military; joined young, left young--all legit, mind you, not a case of dishonorable discharge. Felt like seeing the 'Verse.\"\n\nWhen Lee passes by, the 'kid' meets his single eye, face expressionless, without looking away. He's got a hard, unmoving gaze, except for a moment in which his brown eyes go distant then refocus--he holds the stare for a second longer, and then gives the older man an incline of his head, half tilt, half nod--an acknowledgement between professionals as much as a man's brusque greeting.\n\nThen all of a sudden, he's shifted, and he's two steps into following Alex in an eyeblink. There's something very distinctive, and almost dangerous, about the warningless way he goes from stillness to motion without the usual preambles of twitching muscle or shifted gaze: if it weren't so smooth, it'd be the kind of sudden motion that causes people to reach for their holsters.\n\"Jin Wei-Li, Captain,\" he introduces himself--and there's enough millions of those on the planets he doesn't even need to lie.\n\"Sure, I'll come along. --The fact is, you can't go hopping around the Rim without getting into any number of fights, be they fists or guns. And when that happens, there isn't a better man on this planet to have on your side. Now, plain as day I'm not exactly impartial here, but I were you? I'd hire me.\"\nHe flashes another grin." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nSatisfied with the ship's startup sequence, Trevor pulls the final switch and the ship takes flight. He eases the controls back a bit and slowly climbs into a higher altitude. As he does so, the ship shudders a bit, whipped about by the stormy skies, but as it was designed to withstand far worse, he guides it forward without worrying overmuch.\n\n\"Looks like smooth sailing from here out.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nPilot Check: 2d12=9 \n " }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "As Alex and Jin are talking, Boran watches; he knows the captain knows what she's about, but he doesn't know Jin. At the sudden shift in Jin's posture Boran realizes Jin is probably much better than Boran had realized.\n\nMuttering something about 'wonder what else he has' Boran carefully looks Jin over. (1d12)[ 7 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] (Alertness + Perception) {Got anything hidden on you? (Presuming I roll well..)}\n\n\"Cap'n, I think this one's shiny. He seems to be on his toes.. and maybe he'll give Lee someone to punch up with when he's gettin' antsy about the Hole, and I won't get in so much trouble when I move his guns about... Jin you won't mind me erm.. moving.. your stuff will you?\"" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "((I'm a little confused. Jin and Alex are leaving the ship and heading for town. Grace and Lee have already done so and are in town, I think . Boran is... coming along?\n\nrolls her Covert secretly* Nope, nothing special on him besides whatever is in his pack--it's one of those big tall military-style backpacks, though.))" }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "(Sorry, I had placed myself at the exit around the time you showed up; I had thought you did your little scene while you were still near the ship, so I was just interjecting; mostly just to say 'look we met, yay!'.. but otherwise, no I'm not going with you guys back out.)\n\n(Further note of timeline for this particular thing..\nRyder comes to ship. Ryder meets various people, goes to garden. Ryder goes to town. Grace goes to town. Alex and Lee go out. As Grace leaves, and after Ryder is gone, Jin arrives. Grace and Jin talk, Grace leaves. Boran makes comment to Alex as she is leaving. Jin meets Alex and Lee. Boran watches, makes comment. Alex, Lee and Jin leave. Lee sprints off to catch up to Grace. Abel meets Alex (and presumably Jin). There is a bit of a discrepancy in that Lee and Grace are together, but Alex and Lee are together.. so.. to make that work.. I had Lee sprint off, even if it's a bit odd. At some later point Ryder comes back, presumably before everyone else.)" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Sunfall, check your PMs. Let me know what you think, if you want me to change anything." }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((Got your PM alright, ancalimohtar, thanks a bunch! Needed some time to think of alterations, hope you don't mind. Sent you a PM and a pic via e-mail, hope it gets through...))" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Rachel Lorelei \n ((I'm a little confused. Jin and Alex are leaving the ship and heading for town. Grace and Lee have already done so and are in town, I think . Boran is... coming along?)) \n \n\n((Yeah, I'm a bit confused my own self. Everything's a whirl!))\n\n((Hey Abel, would you mind re-doing your arrival for it to happen at an earlier or later time then Jin and Ryder in the same way that Trevor's is? For one thing, it would make thing it makes this mess a little less confusing and for another thing, it offends my rp'ers sense of pride to have three completely unrelated characters show up in such rapid succession. We might as well meet up in a tavern at that rate.))\n\n\"Hm...\" Alex noted noncommitedly as she heard Jin's odd claims of gymnastic and board game ability. She put much more stock in the callouses pondering them to herself. Then she see's the way he moves and raises an eyebrow at that, the subtlety clearly not being lost on her. Seeing Boran coming up behind them, Alex holds up a fist in the military \"hold\" signal and turns to face him. \"Oh, hey Boran, thought you were in town with Trevor. Trevor did head to town right? Anyway, this 'ere's Jin, Jin, Boran.\" As she speaks, Alex takes the bug and slips it into the ratty old sweater. She listens to Boran before offering a warning that would be a bit cryptic to an outsider though Boran would obviously know what it's about. \"Hey, Boran, be nice to the new guy for me, alright? You only get to make a first impression once, and remember what happened with One Eye. Well, hey, can you head back to Annalise and make sure I'm coming through? All the remodeling we've been doin' of late I'd be a bit surprised if we can even get basic recievin'.\" Alex shakes her head before leadin' Jin towards town again, explainin' as she went. \"Hole in the Black's only been runnin' a short while now so we're still workin' through the kinks. You don't have to worry about her fallin' apart though, I'm the one puttin' her together and I'm good, graduated S.I.T. Where'd you graduate from anyway?\"\nAlex's tone continued to be casual and the folksy twang she was using helped keep that air up, but someone real sensative to these things might imagine Jin unnerved her a bit, made her think he wasn't on the level." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "((OOC: Wow, a lot's happened in the day or so I've been away! I'll try and catch up.\n\nOh, and yeah, I think we'd determined that Annalise was the one to first encounter Boran--I think it works pretty well, since they probably do a lot of \"shop talk\" about the sensors and electronics. Also, though I haven't had the chance to sit down and write out my backstory yet -- 😦 -- Annalise is actually from Boros; of course, she might have already left home by the time she got around to signing on with the Hole .))\n\nAfter the new doc leaves to go round up supplies, Annalise heads up to the bridge, to work on fine-tuning the new communications rig that she and Boran have been working on. She stops short in the doorway when she sees the young stranger sitting in the pilot's seat. \"Hey there, she says, entering the room and finding a console to lean against. \"I don't think we've been introduced. Name's Annalise.\" She gives him a friendly smile." }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "\"Oh, Lee, dear, didn't ya sleep long enough? Again?\" Grace sizes the big man up with an inquiring look. \"You've to sleep once in a while, ya know...\"\n\nShe gives the shopkeep a last nod and walks out of the booth, the sack in her hand, this time carefully minding where she's treading. Truth be told, Grace never sleeps too well herself, so she feels sympathetic to anyone (especially young people) who seems tired (or hungry, for that matter, or sad).\n\n\"I could make ya a nice valerian tea once we're in space, for after dinner... Whaddaya say, huh? Speaking of dinner\", she mutters more quietly to herself, \"I think the squash'll need ter be used up or they'll go soft... Little celebration's due, anyway, with all the new people on board. Maybe some fried tomatoes, too, an' a bit of dill...\"\n\n((I'll be away now - back on Monday. Just take Grace back to the ship 🙂 ))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "A few things. One, I'll be heading home for the holidays, so there will be a few days of transit time I'll be missing. I won't have my computer anymore, so most likely, no more Dundjinni or Photoshopping until January (☹️).\n\nSecond, more importantly, we have someone willing to play one of two characters. One is a former captain of his own ship, who got mutinied and now has no money or possessions beyond his own dogfighting ship. This character would be piloting his little interceptor in space combat or deterrence, chasing away pirates or whatnot.\n\nThe second character would be Xiao Feng. His backstory is on his public sheet here: http://ancalimohtar.googlepages.com/xiaofengpublic.xls He'd be applying as a manual laborer, who doesn't remember his past, but who is excellent at hand-to-hand fighting, and who can shrug off damage like it's nobody's business. He's got over 250 skillpoints, in lots of very cool stuff, and he's discovering who he is and was.\n\nThe player likes both characters, and wants to see what you guys pick." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'm not really certain.... We do need someone who can fight with a ship, don't we? If not, I'd guess the other guy.))" }, { "author": "Kyuss", "message": "((Lee probably would've been on pretty early in the Hole's career. He probably would've been drawn by the crew...))\n\n Lee gives the shop owner a bow, and after making sure the box is well balanced, he follows Grace out of the store. His spurs clik and clak in the dust and dirt, and beads of sweat form on his brow. \n \"It ain't so much I ain't been sleepin' as I don't think I got all of my blood back yet. I think I'm still a mite 'nemic. For dinner, though, I think a bit of yer pineapple rice may be in order, personally. If anything, we should be celebratin' finally gettin' off this rock. And maybe I could enjoy that tea over some bonzai lessons later on.\" \n After a few mintues, the two re-enter the Hole. Lee follows Grace up to the garden and carefully places the crate in a small corner off to the side. He gives her a bow and begins to exit. \n \"If ya need any help with dinner, gimme a shout. I'll be in ma' bunk.\" \n Fumbiling on the keypad of his bunk, Lee catches a quick glimpse of Annalise around the command cabin. With a heavy sigh, he opens the door, enters, and locks it behind him. After pushing all of the parts and bullets of his bed to the floor. He pulls out a locked chest from under his bed and opens it. From it, he pulls a small viewscreen that begins to show a scene in poor quality. A group of men and women are gathered around a haul of crates and ammo belts, all wearing the same loose, brown dusters. They all have looks of elation on their faces until a large man wearing Lee's eyepatch approaches the capture. His coat is different, having a larger collar and captain's stripes on the shoulder. He places his hand in front of the capture, and it shuts off. Lee takes off his eyepatch, and puts his momentos away. " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Can we be gettin' to our shoot-em-up mission soon 😛?))" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((I like the idea of a captain with nothing left but a little interceptor ship - meeting his mutinous crew again some time might prove an interesting plot hook... Also, it would be good to have someone experienced who could fill the yet vacant position of first mate, wouldn't it?))\n\n\n\nGrace smiles forlornly at Lee and nods. \"Pineapple rice it is, then, and maybe later a nice spearmint tea instead. Helps ter build up your iron resources. But only if you promise to get enough sleep anyways...\" She watches as he sets down the crate.\n\n\"Thanks, Lee. Yeah, I'll holler if I need help with the cookin'.\" She gives him a little wave and starts to gather some of the overripe squash into a small basket. She then proceeds to the tomatoes and finally adds a very small pineapple to the lot. \"Hm\", she muses to herself. \"Just won't grow bigger. Seems we'll have ter get another breed of those sometime...\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Jannex \n She stops short in the doorway when she sees the young stranger sitting in the pilot's seat. \"Hey there, she says, entering the room and finding a console to lean against. \"I don't think we've been introduced. Name's Annalise.\" She gives him a friendly smile. \n \n\nTrevor maintains his hold on the controls, and his dead-still gaze forward does not waver for a long, uncomfortable period of time. His lips move slightly, mouthing the words Annalise spoke over and over as he performs a delicate maneuver. Satisfied with his adjustment, he locks the controls, then looks up at the young woman. He meets her gaze for a moment, then blushes and looks down at her feet, his furry hat's earflaps comically bobbing up and down from the sudden motion.\n\n\"I'm...wait, what'd you say?\" He asks. He shakes his head and mumbles, \"Sorry, you meant--er, I'm Trevor. Trevor Zane. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.\"\n\nHe stands to greet her, but bangs his head hard on an overhead display. Without a sound he sits back down and holds his hand to his head, eyes shut tight." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise winces in sympathy when Trevor knocks his head against the overhead machinery. \"Easy, there. Are you all right?\" She starts as if to move toward him, to look for a wound, but stops the impulse before getting close enough as to invade his personal space. \"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.\" An apologetic smile.\n\n \"It looks like you really know what you're doing, there,\" she says, nodding at the control console. \"Captain bring you aboard to help with piloting?\" If she receives an affirmative response, she continues, \"Well, if you've got any questions about the sensors, let me know; Boran and I have made some pretty extensive modifications to 'em. They're more sensitive now, but the readings can take a bit of getting used to, y'know?\" " }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "Boran walks through the crew quarters on his way to the tech lounge, but stops when he see's Annalise on the bridge.\n\n\"Hey Anna! I see you've met Trevor.. he doesn't seem to say much. But he certainly knows how to move the Hole around all shiny. And he lets me play with the sensors all I want when I'm on watch too! I'm glad the cap'n chose him. Keep it up Trevor!\"\n\nWith a flippant wave, Boran walks into his sensor nest. He stops, checks all his pockets (a lengthy process. He's sewn numerous extra pockets in various places.), and satisfied he hasn't acquired anything he doesn't recognize (though Lee will probably want that bullet back. Again.) he starts to muck about with the two way communicators." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor pushes his hat back a little, and nods to Annalise.\n\n\"Y-yeah, I don't know sensors too well, I mean, I can see's far as what they read a little, but I'm glad we got someone to look after 'em. I'm a bit...I mean...uh, well, um...\" Trevor stammers, but is interrupted by Boran. He gives him a sheepish nod and then turns back to Annalise.\n\n\"What were we talking about?\" He asks in a more relaxed tone." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Here is tentative list of the costs of the operation, figures are credits per month:\n\nFuel: 1100\nFood: For someone eating only protein packs supplemented by the garden, it would be 11; throw in some canned and fresh goods, and it would be closer to 20. All in all, for ten people, probably about 150.\nMedical supplies, ammo, garden supplies, docking/water fees, etc.: 400\nShip maintenance: 700\n\nPlease continue setting up the story. It's been roughly a month or two since Alex first bought the ship, right? In any case, once you guys pick up Jin and Ryder on Persephone, before you take off, a boy runs up to anyone returning to the ship and asks to speak to the Captain.\n \n\"Me boss's got a job offer fo' ye, dependin'.\" He's a young kid, maybe 17, and waits expectantly to be led to the Captain. This is not unusual for the Eavesdown Docks, with all the bustling about." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "((I'm alive, I'm alive! Sorry--Finals, then packing and flying home, then being unconscious, then seeing my girlfriend for the first time in a month.))\n\n\n\n \"Hole in the Black's only been runnin' a short while now so we're still workin' through the kinks. You don't have to worry about her fallin' apart though, I'm the one puttin' her together and I'm good, graduated S.I.T. Where'd you graduate from anyway?\"\nAlex's tone continued to be casual and the folksy twang she was using helped keep that air up, but someone real sensative to these things might imagine Jin unnerved her a bit, made her think he wasn't on the level. \n\n Jin Wei-Li \n\nJin tilts his head in Alex's direction and pauses, gaze going a little far away for a moment, and then falls back into step.\n\"A Mil-Acad in the core. Didn't graduate, though--left, like I said. Of my own volition, wasn't thrown out, if that's what you're thinking. No need to take me at my word--set up a shootin' target, have me spar with One-Eye back there... I'm willin' to prove myself.\"\nAlthough he seems alert enough, his walk is relaxed and his tone is easy." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I'm assuming Alex is still out.))\n\nRyder looks up curiously, when he hears the offer of a job. \"Depending on what?\" he asks nicely, standing up and leading the boy to Alex as he awaits a reply. He soon finds that the captain is out, however. \"The captain seems to be out,\" he informs the kid, \"would it be all right to talk to the crew instead?\" \n Assuming the boy says it is all right: \"Grace, Lee, Annalise,\" he says through the ship's speaker, \"we've got a job offer. Would one of you come down here?\" With that done, he turns to the kid, paying close attention to what he has to say.\n\n If the boy says it isn't, and is going to leave because the captain isn't in: Ryder does his best to persuade the kid to deal with the crew, or at least wait for the captain to come back.\n Influence - (1d10)[ 2 ] (Sweet and Cheerful) ((I'm guessing allure won't be of help in this situation... 😛)) + Willpower - (1d8)[ 6 ] = 8\n If the boy is still going to leave: Ryder resorts to intimidation, trying things like, \"Won't your boss be upset? You might get in some trouble,\" or, \"I'm really not in the mood to look for new work, I suggest you do me the favour of not making me... for both our sakes.\" \n Discipline - (1d4)[ 4 ] + Willpower - (1d8)[ 5 ] = 9" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "The boy says, simply, \"Tell ya Captain to come see Charlie in three days' time.\" Then he scampers away." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Ryder nods. He goes up to the bridge where he finds Boran, Annalise and the Teenage pilot. \"We have our first job offer,\" he says happily, \"the captain is to: 'come see Charlie in three days' time'. Anyone know where she has gone or when she's back?\" " }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise smiles and is about to reply to Trevor, when Ryder walks in. \"Should be easy enough to find out,\" she tells him, and pokes her head out the door, looking in the direction of the tech suite. \"Hey, Boran!\" she calls, raising her voice enough to carry through the corridor. \"Did you give the captain one of those transmitters you were workin' on?\" " }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "\"Mil-Acad ya say? There's something you don't see every day. Hm, I went through the Mil-Acad on Shinon myself. That was back well, before your time. That's where 'bouts I came from. You ever seen the skyline by night? That's my favorite sight in the verse, well, that and the sunset on Haven. Two sights you should see before you die...\"\nAlex takes the story at face value apparently and steers the conversation towards pleasantries. Still, it never hurts to know how a potential crew member weighs in on the Shinon by night and Haven at sunset divide.\nIt doesn't take too long for then to arrive at Alex's destination and she doesn't need to buy anything too special. She refers to one item as a g-line aux-feed filter but it looks like a bit of old piping to Jin. The 50 cal rounds on the other hand he knows pretty well. Heading out with her box and metal piece, she offers a proposition up to the potential recruit.\n\"Don't know what the standards are at the Mil-Acads these days. Truth be told, young'un, the brass never struck me as knowing what they were doing all that often. But if they taught you right, some proper military knowledge would be pretty useful. Lee's schoolin' was more in the discipline of hard knocks. So, show me you can shoot straight and I'll let you on board. You'll get your chance to see Haven at night and prove if you got what it takes, shiny?\"\nAfter hearing him (presumably) accept, Alex speaks for the mike Boran gave her on the off chance he could hear her. \"Hey, Boran, I'm on my way back, spell o' a few minutes. Got the greenhorn with me and I think we're giving him a shot. We should be ready to go when I arrive, Cap'n out.\"\nThey arrived at the ship and Alex held out a hand as she reached into the old sweater and pulled out the six shooter. \"'k, take this here, Jin. Let's see if they ever taught ya how to shoot straight. See if you can bag me them empty cans near that trash heap.\" She pointed to some cans on the opposite end of the ship, a hard shot but not impossible given that she wasn't rushing him or anything. Alex took a step back to watch. Her eyes weren't on the can's though, they were on Jin, appraising his form." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Shots: (1d12)[ 4 ] + (1d8)[ 1 ] \n (1d12)[ 9 ] + (1d8)[ 3 ] \n (1d12)[ 7 ] + (1d8)[ 6 ] \n \n\n Jin Wei-Li \n\n\"Oh, far as military schools go, mine was one of the finest. Can't really fault my schooling. --Yeah, the skyline's great. Haven I haven't seen--beyond holos, I mean, but that's never quite the same.\"\nJin flicks his short braid over his shoulder and takes the pistol with a confident grip, giving it a little spin with one finger. His movements are as quick and smooth as usual, until (almost jarringly) they stop; he settles into a position, body sideways, pistol aimed at the cans. Jin's posture is relaxed enough; he doesn't bother with a novice's weaver stance, or any other kind of formal firing position. The first shot rings out and goes wide of the mark, and he gives a wry smile.\n\"I'm actually more of a rifle man, myself. Been some time since I've practiced with one of these. Still, here...\"\nHis eyes narrow, his body tenses for half a moment, the pistol's barrel shifts a little--and then he fires twice, the second shot coming as soon as it's humanly possible to allow a trigger to depress and then squeeze it again. The second can is in the air before the first has landed, both of them with bullet holes right in the center.\nJin flicks the safety back on, handing the six-shooter over to Alex.\n\"Good enough... Captain? You want to see more, I'll get my rifle out and move a ways back.\"" }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "As Ryder chats with Annalise and Trevor, Boran turns up the reciever for the Cap'n's bug.\n\n\n \"Hey, Boran, I'm on my way back, spell o' a few minutes. Got the greenhorn with me and I think we're giving him a shot. We should be ready to go when I arrive, Cap'n out.\" \n\n\"Wheee got that nice and shiny I did... Hey Anna! Cap'n'll be back right soon! Come in here and listen!\" Boran turns back to the mess in front of him; he was trying to get the finishing touches on the two way transmitters so that he could actually tell Alex what was going on. Jobs were important business and Boran knew the Cap'n would find something else to slow her down. \"Anna want to give me a hand? I think I've got this set almost working\" (1d6)[ 2 ] Int + Comm/Sensors (1d12)[ 8 ] + Talented (1d4)[ 2 ] \n\n{I presume Annalise comes to help out at this point. If not, well.. not much will change I guess.. but I'm hoping Annalise can do an assist roll along the same lines as mine to get that two headset working.}\n\n\n Shots \n\n\"Whoa! Oh right, Cap'n asked Jin to shoot something. Ok maybe Ryder better go tell the Cap'n what's up before we leave; and Anna, try to slow Ryder down a bit. He seems a right gung ho type.\"" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Nelphine \n Boran turns back to the mess in front of him; he was trying to get the finishing touches on the two way transmitters so that he could actually tell Alex what was going on. Jobs were important business and Boran knew the Cap'n would find something else to slow her down. \"Anna want to give me a hand? I think I've got this set almost working\" [roll0] Int + Comm/Sensors [roll1] + Talented [roll2]\n\n{I presume Annalise comes to help out at this point. If not, well.. not much will change I guess.. but I'm hoping Annalise can do an assist roll along the same lines as mine to get that two headset working.} \n \n\nGetting the headset to work is an Average difficulty complex action, so you need to cumulatively roll a 35. So far you've spent one time interval (I'll set it at five minutes) and got a 12. If Annalise helps, she adds her rolls to yours for the next time intervals." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Ryder heads over to where the captain is. If Annalise follows him: \"What type did Boran say I was?\" he asks amusedly.\nWhen he reaches Alex. \"Captain, we had a job offer,\" he says. \"The kid who came to tell us about it said you have to, 'come meet Charlie in three days' time'. Any idea who 'Charlie' is?\" " }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\nfalls in on the other side of Cap'n Alex as she steps back to watch Jin shoot. Waiting till the crack of the gun is done, he speaks - \"Did I hear you right ma'am? You lookin for crew?\" He removes a somewhat battered, shapeless hat. \"Abel's your man, I can turn a hand at whatever needs doin', but mostly I'm a damn good cook, beggin yer pardon. I been out in the black prospectin as of late, but now I'm lookin fer a ship that ain't as small nor plannin to spend as much time away from blue skies.\" He smiles, showing off perfect teeth. Something about him is damn likeable, almost as if meeting a good friend who's been away for quite a while.\n\nShort cropped curly hair, a craggy, handsome face somewhat covered by a beard and lively green eyes. A battered flight suit peeks out from under his duster and a rolling trunk sits a couple of paces away." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "With a grin over her shoulder at Ryder, Annalise heads down to the tech suite to help out Boran. \"Sure! Lemme see what you've got happening there...\" \n\n((Intelligence (1d10)[ 9 ] + Technical Engineering:Comm/Sensors (1d8)[ 1 ] ))" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by roninkelt \n Abel \n\nfalls in on the other side of Cap'n Alex as she steps back to watch Jin shoot. Waiting till the crack of the gun is done, he speaks - \"Did I hear you right ma'am? You lookin for crew?\" He removes a somewhat battered, shapeless hat. \"Abel's your man, I can turn a hand at whatever needs doin', but mostly I'm a damn good cook, beggin yer pardon. I been out in the black prospectin as of late, but now I'm lookin fer a ship that ain't as small nor plannin to spend as much time away from blue skies.\" He smiles, showing off perfect teeth. Something about him is damn likeable, almost as if meeting a good friend who's been away for quite a while.\n\nShort cropped curly hair, a craggy, handsome face somewhat covered by a beard and lively green eyes. A battered flight suit peeks out from under his duster and a rolling trunk sits a couple of paces away. \n \n\n((Ronin, I don't hate you or anything, it's only I don't like the idea of having three characters all sign up in the space of half an hour. It strikes me as implausable, especially since were spacing out the way everyone else came aboard out over a month. And the whole roleplaying them coming on board was only to take up time while the GM got ready anyway. So how about we make Abel's signing up be something that already happened, like we're doing with most characters. We'll say he signed on the planet before Trevor and Jin, 'k? If you really want to rp out the first encounter, I'd love to do it by PM but for now, I kinda want to get on with the plot.))\n\n\"Nah, no need for rifles.\" Alex accepts the pistol, apparently satisfied with the shooting. \"General rule to live by, Jin, the bigger the guns, the more folk are getting hurt. Crazy kinda double standard, but life out on the rim can be that way. Let's head on in and see if we spooked anyone.\" Alex turned but only made it a couple paces before she found herself face to face with Ryder. She seemed a bit surprised by the message.\n\"Charlie, don't know him, you think I 'oughta? Lay out to me exactly what went down here.\"\nAfter hearing Ryder relate the events Alex didn't look any more illuminated then before. \"Well, sounds like he knows me, so I'll make a few calls. Whatever, we're leaving the world. Don't know if we'll be back in three or not. Let's get on board. Come with me, young'un, I'll show you the bunks on the way up. You seen the bunks yet Ryder?\"\nAlex heads on up, very briefly pointing things out on the way, more of a one bit tour then a fifty cent one. At the crew's quarters she stops to point out the ones that are still free. \"So, you want to pick between these ones. Be careful poking your nose into other people's space though. Lee get's a mite... touchy.\" Alex shrugged, not really sure how much of an explaination that was. She turned the shrug into a turn and headed into the bridge.\n\"Hey y'all captains returned, time to get this show on the road. Give me intercom, Boran...\" taking the mike she addressed the whole crew. \"Hey travelers. We're all back on board now and we gots ourselves a second fine addition to the crew. So, we'll be leaving the world soon as the kid gets the all clear from traffic. Alex out.\"\nSetting aside the mike, she leans in on Boran, seeing how the work he's doing is going. \"Hey, could ya bounce a wave down to my bunk soon as you got the time to patch it through? Trying to look into the kid from before. Not that this can't come first. What're y'all doing to the comm now?\"" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "Ryder tells Alex everything important about what took place, as well as unimportant details which might hint as to who it was--such as the boy's age and appearance. When they get to the room's, Ryder looks in both of them. He looks for two ideal things: Being close to the infirmary, and being able to get out of it fast.\n \"I'm Ryder,\" he greeted Jin, having checked the rooms, \"nice to meet you! So... are you taking Lee's job 😁?\" \nIf both are just as capable as the other: He takes the nicer one, convincing Jin to let him, if necessary." }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{OOC: Tamale drew me a rough picture of Borans room (that was the person offering to draw stuff for us, I thought it was a neat idea. Room is neat, though not as crowded as Boran's room really is (it's packed with random junk) but oh well - here is a very random rough pic for people to have an idea of: http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w...loaf/Boran.jpg }\n\n\"Hey Cap'n; we're just trying to get our silly two way transmitters going, it's not working so well.. but we'll get it, don't ya worry. Oh, till we leave I'm going to try to track down any notion of who this Charlie is.\" With that, Boran turns up the fedband scanner that's stashed in the back of the techie nook. Alertness - (1d12)[ 10 ] Sharp hearing - (1d4)[ 2 ] Tech Eng:Comm/Sensors - (1d12)[ 12 ] Talented Sensors - (1d4)[ 4 ] \n\n{OOC I'm just hoping to hear any mention of this Charlie guy; either someone talking about him, someone reporting to him, someone reporting on him, anything at all. More than likely I won't catch anything, but I'm going to concentrate most of my time on it while waiting for us to leave.}\n\n\"I'll get back to that transmitter when we're off world. It's always good to know what kinda job we might have, shiny or no, even if we leave. And the wave should be ready whenever you get back to your cabin Cap'n!\" Boran aimlessly waves a hand as Alex departs, possibly signifying some kind of 'bye', possibly just shifting hair out of his face." }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{OOC: Given my rolls in the previous post I'm adding this post)\n\nAs Boran starts listening to the fedscanner, he turns on all the frequencies he can reach on this planet. Switching back and forth he loses himself in the magic of communication: chattering farmers, local law talking to each other, ships hailing places, everyone talking and interacting in one large framework. Boran extends his ears into it, picking up pieces here and there; nothing really matters, he just listens, trying to be one with the noise and confusion of this planet. He hears everything he can reach, notes down each joyful note, and each tired voice. He meshes with this world's communication, and regardless of what he wanted to learn, he instead learns what he can of this world.\n\n{OOC summary: If there is any interesting information, regardless of whether it relates to Charlie, that I hear on my scanners, I'd like to know. Interesting politics or fighting or financial or any other kind of news or rumours or gripes. I still doubt I'll learn much about Charlie, and if I don't learn much of anything else, oh well, I got to show what Boran loves!}" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "\"Shiny, I'm gonna head down before we get any light lag with the world.\"\nAlex climbs down the ladder to her room. Right at her feet as she enters is a 3 dimensional model of the ship, slowly rotating on a low desk which occupies the rooms prime location, along with a couple of couches set up alongside it. Above the ship rotates the ships engine, the project currently on her mind. Alex pauses for a moment at the model and picks up one of the syluses lying alongside the projector. With a few deft movements she changes the last few engine parts colored in red to orange. She turned away satisfied, glad to see how few the red parts were becoming these days. Things were coming along great in her mind.\nAlex turned and eased into the wood and wicker chair in front of the pile of old papers that constituted her desk. She carelessly pushed these aside for now, more interested in the terminal they covered at the moment. She typed a few keystrokes and spoke.\n\"Hi Rebecca, it's Alex. I'm heading out from Peresephone and wanted to ask you a quick question concerning someone named Charlie. Send me a wave whenever, I'm not going anywhere.\" Alex sent the wave then leaned back. She stared idly at the poster above the terminal, \"Shinon at Sunrise.\" while considering anyone else to ask. She shrugged and decided not to, even Rebecca was too high class to know the kind of character that this Charlie probably was. Alex moved over to the bed, a thin mattress covered by layers and layers of quilts, to have a lie down and give Beck five minutes to respond in case she was near the cortex. \"Hm... old g-line.. Beylix...\" Alex mused to herself as she waited, staring at the bare ceiling above the bunk. \"Huh, memo to self, get a third poster.\"\n\n((Willing to spend a few plot points to find out who Charlie is through friends in high places if possible, though I'm only interested in basic information, i.e. how to find him.))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Conners \n When they get to the room's, Ryder looks in both of them. He looks for two ideal things: Being close to the infirmary, and being able to get out of it fast.\n \"I'm Ryder,\" he greeted Jin, having checked the rooms, \"nice to meet you! So... are you taking Lee's job 😁?\" \nIf both are just as capable as the other: He takes the nicer one, convincing Jin to let him, if necessary. \n \n\nI don't know what this means. You and Rachel tell me what Ryder and Jin end up deciding on when they do.\n \n Originally Posted by Nelphine \n {OOC: Tamale drew me a rough picture of Borans room (that was the person offering to draw stuff for us, I thought it was a neat idea. Room is neat, though not as crowded as Boran's room really is (it's packed with random junk) but oh well - here is a very random rough pic for people to have an idea of: http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w...loaf/Boran.jpg } \n \n\nThat's a nice pic. Now I'll have to hunt around the web for art to fit it in.\n\n\n \"Hey Cap'n; we're just trying to get our silly two way transmitters going, it's not working so well.. but we'll get it, don't ya worry. Oh, till we leave I'm going to try to track down any notion of who this Charlie is.\" With that, Boran turns up the fedband scanner that's stashed in the back of the techie nook. [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] [roll3]\n\n{OOC I'm just hoping to hear any mention of this Charlie guy; either someone talking about him, someone reporting to him, someone reporting on him, anything at all. More than likely I won't catch anything, but I'm going to concentrate most of my time on it while waiting for us to leave.}\n\n\"I'll get back to that transmitter when we're off world. It's always good to know what kinda job we might have, shiny or no, even if we leave. And the wave should be ready whenever you get back to your cabin Cap'n!\" Boran aimlessly waves a hand as Alex departs, possibly signifying some kind of 'bye', possibly just shifting hair out of his face. \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Nelphine \n {OOC: Given my rolls in the previous post I'm adding this post)\n\nAs Boran starts listening to the fedscanner, he turns on all the frequencies he can reach on this planet. Switching back and forth he loses himself in the magic of communication: chattering farmers, local law talking to each other, ships hailing places, everyone talking and interacting in one large framework. Boran extends his ears into it, picking up pieces here and there; nothing really matters, he just listens, trying to be one with the noise and confusion of this planet. He hears everything he can reach, notes down each joyful note, and each tired voice. He meshes with this world's communication, and regardless of what he wanted to learn, he instead learns what he can of this world.\n\n{OOC summary: If there is any interesting information, regardless of whether it relates to Charlie, that I hear on my scanners, I'd like to know. Interesting politics or fighting or financial or any other kind of news or rumours or gripes. I still doubt I'll learn much about Charlie, and if I don't learn much of anything else, oh well, I got to show what Boran loves!} \n \n\nGood roleplaying. +2 PP (Boran) . Those were great rolls, but you can't hear an entire planet's broadcasts from one port. You hear the usual local politics chatter (a public transportation project is being voted on by the local legislature), the usual commercial gossip (some sports team is undergoing a doping scandal), some news items (a successful local businessman named Mr. Sun is trying to buy a title of nobility), and all in all, a variety of not-so-important things. The Hole's sensors are, in any case, not sophisticated enough for you to hack into private encrypted waves." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n \"Shiny, I'm gonna head down before we get any light lag with the world.\"\nAlex climbs down the ladder to her room. Right at her feet as she enters is a 3 dimensional model of the ship, slowly rotating on a low desk which occupies the rooms prime location, along with a couple of couches set up alongside it. Above the ship rotates the ships engine, the project currently on her mind. Alex pauses for a moment at the model and picks up one of the syluses lying alongside the projector. With a few deft movements she changes the last few engine parts colored in red to orange. She turned away satisfied, glad to see how few the red parts were becoming these days. Things were coming along great in her mind.\nAlex turned and eased into the wood and wicker chair in front of the pile of old papers that constituted her desk. She carelessly pushed these aside for now, more interested in the terminal they covered at the moment. She typed a few keystrokes and spoke.\n\"Hi Rebecca, it's Alex. I'm heading out from Peresephone and wanted to ask you a quick question concerning someone named Charlie. Send me a wave whenever, I'm not going anywhere.\" Alex sent the wave then leaned back. She stared idly at the poster above the terminal, \"Shinon at Sunrise.\" while considering anyone else to ask. She shrugged and decided not to, even Rebecca was too high class to know the kind of character that this Charlie probably was. Alex moved over to the bed, a thin mattress covered by layers and layers of quilts, to have a lie down and give Beck five minutes to respond in case she was near the cortex. \"Hm... old g-line.. Beylix...\" Alex mused to herself as she waited, staring at the bare ceiling above the bunk. \"Huh, memo to self, get a third poster.\"\n\n((Willing to spend a few plot points to find out who Charlie is through friends in high places if possible, though I'm only interested in basic information, i.e. how to find him.)) \n \n\nI'm assuming Rebecca is a Persephone local, specifically the province the Eavesdown Docks is located in? I got the impression she wasn't particularly in High Places as she \"tends to do bussiness which tangles her up with shady characters\"? Anyway, where Beck lives is important.\n\nAlso, minor quibble, the planet is S ih non, as in Sina, as in Chinese.\n\nLastly, I'm liking these room descriptions." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n I'm assuming Rebecca is a Persephone local, specifically the province the Eavesdown Docks is located in? I got the impression she wasn't particularly in High Places as she \"tends to do bussiness which tangles her up with shady characters\"? Anyway, where Beck lives is important.\n\nAlso, minor quibble, the planet is S ih non, as in Sina, as in Chinese.\n\nLastly, I'm liking these room descriptions. \n \n\n((Well, the idea I had for Rebecca was that she would be well connected throughout the border worlds but mostly stick to the one she calls home. Peresephone seemed like a good candidate because it's a place where the dirty and clean sides of the world live so close together, which fits Rebecca's idiom of being a slightly shady member of the upperish crust. Rebecca would only know those criminals who have a pretty big impact on commerce or industry on the rim, or who are themselves a big bussiness. Some small fry like Badger she would have never heard of while someone like Niska she might have met personally (hey, that gives Alex 3 degrees of seperation on Mal, shiny.)))" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor pulls his furry hat off and sets it atop one of the consoles, making sure not to cover any sensor displays with it. His black hair is cut short and messy, the sloppy style made no better by hours of being trapped under a hat. He slumps low in his chair and stares out into the black, wishing sleep would come." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Rebecca does not know who Charlie could be. There are a few famous Charleses in the area and perhaps some of them go by Charlie informally, but she does not personally know any, and so she cannot say.\n\nShe suggests, when you give her the description of the boy, that you ask around the place you were approached by him. That's the most likely way of finding out who Charlie is.\n\nWhere are you guys headed now?" }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{OOC: Whoot random knowledge! Incidentally, I'm planning to work with Annalise on exactly the kind of sophistication required to hack basic encryptions. That being said, what does Annalise think of that idea? I wouldn't do it without Anna's and Alex's permission.}" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Nelphine \n {OOC: Whoot random knowledge! Incidentally, I'm planning to work with Annalise on exactly the kind of sophistication required to hack basic encryptions. That being said, what does Annalise think of that idea? I wouldn't do it without Anna's and Alex's permission.} \n \n\n((OOC: Eavesdropping always sounds like a good idea to Annalise, and she would definitely be willing to help with that project, if given the go-ahead from the cap'n.))" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((Course Anna's gonna get the captain's permission to do perfectly legitimate snoopin'. Long as it's nothing y'know, stupid. In fact, got a question I'd like answered my own self.))\n\n((Well, I had our destination set out as one of the moons of Persophone (which don't seem to be listed in the guide.) but that was me filling in the spaces while we were killing time before the game started. No reason in my mind we can do our miscellaneous \"stocking up\" and then head right back to the docks, which shouldn't be too long a trip. Not sure why we'd need to head to the moon, truth be told, maybe Alex has a friend with a line on cheap medical supplies? Should we skip ahead a couple days until their back on Persephone, looking into this matter?))\n\n\"Shadow!\" Alex's face lit up as she thought of the landscape that would make a good counterpoint to the images of Sihnon and Haven that adorned her walls right now. Nice and tragic like, she was thinking it through when her comm lit up from Rebecca's call. Her friend only had a few minutes to spare at the moment so they kept things short, a few pleasantries and a short discussion of the kid and his message. Right before they wrapped up, Alex decided to throw in a quick plea. \"Hey, Beck, don't mean to be beggin', but looks like I'm gonna have to be flying right back soon as I wrap things up on the moon. Got any leads that could fill all this empty hull I got going on?\"\n\n((Willing to spend a couple plot points to get a cargo milk run, so they aren't wasting gas. Also, picking up passengers if there's any to be had of course.))" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "Until someone calls for him, Jin settles into his bunk (letting Ryder have his pick). He goes by the place he was staying at to get the rest of his things; when he unpacks, he produces a couple of gymnastics rings he hangs up someewhere wide-open (like the cargo bay), provided he gets permission.\n\nThen, he heads up to the front of the ship, stepping into Trevor's room. \"Jin Wei-Li. Figured I should meet everyone--I just hired on.\"" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "If Grace has overheard Ryder's comm call or chosen to ignore it, is not clear. She keeps bustling away, having moved now to the galley, and soon enough, delicious smells start to waft through the mid level of the ship.\n\n((No time to remeber how to roll fpr cooking, will do it when I'm back. Gone now for holidays, back only sporadically before the New Year. Grace won't do any dramatic things anyway, I guess. Happy holidays everyone 🙂))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n ((Willing to spend a couple plot points to get a cargo milk run, so they aren't wasting gas. Also, picking up passengers if there's any to be had of course.)) \n \n\n\"Well, my friend's cousin is starting a machine shop,\" Beck muses, \"and he was looking for someone to bring some refurbished floats* from his shop on the moon back here. He's not really finished with all of them, but you can wave him\"--and she gives you his contact information--\"and transport whatever is complete, it would save him some trouble later on.\"\n\n -1 PP (Alex) (the earlier thing about \"Charlie\" didn't cost anything)\n\nfloat = equivalent of \"car\" today, refers to hovering passenger vehicles. Like a mule, but not for cargo. Mule is a term primarily used in the shipping industry." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nThe comfortable-looking pilot's chair spins 180 degrees to face Jin Wei-Li as he enters the bridge. Looking like a pile of dirty clothes tossed haphazardly into the seat, Trevor regards Jin with dead eyes and a faint smile.\n\nHe weakly offers, \"Hiya mister. I dunno where the captain's got to, but I reckon you met her already. I'm Trevor, and I think Boran and Annalise are around here somewhere--bald guy and a redhead...\"\n\nHe rubs at a bloodshot eye and looks back over his shoulder at the flight controls." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Hey guys, I'm going to introduce a new change to the stats system re: the attributes Agility and Strength. I put it into the OP, but I copied it here:\n\n\n These two attributes in this game have a few problems. First, Agility represents disparate qualities of a character--manual dexterity and full-body agility. When it's used for, say, Craft/Watchmaking and Medical Expertise/Surgery, it describes someone who has excellent hand-eye coordination, but more importantly, very precise and steady hand movements. However, when it's used for Athletics/Dodge or Performance/Dance, it's describing body control, center of balance, and full-body agile movement.\n\nOn the other hand, Strength is pretty much useless. You use it to make Strength checks to move stuff, sure, but otherwise, you only need it for Melee Weapons and Unarmed Combat, and those two are generally for backup when guns aren't available. Just like in real life.\n\nAs a result of this, Agility is way, way too good of an attribute, and Strength is crappy. You pretty much need a good Agility for any kind of combat character--first, to Athletics/Dodge or /Run or /Acrobatics or /Whatever on defense, and then also to Gun/Pistol or /Rifle or /Shotgun on offense. Nobody here has a higher Strength than Agility, for example. I'm going to shift everything with full-body motion from Agility toward Strength and rename the two.\n\nAgility and Strength as attributes are being replaced by Dexterity and Agility. Dexterity represents accuracy, precision, and strength of hand movements. Agility represents control of full-body motion, balance, momentum, and leverage. Most of what Strength did (hand-to-hand combat, both with weapons and melee, moving stuff, encumbrance) falls under the new Agility, and makes sense there. Anything left over that doesn't fit Dexterity or Agility will go to Vitality. \n\nI looked through your sheets, and I don't think any of your characters would get nerfed by this change, with the possible exception of Lee. Lee relies on a high Agility to be a crack shot (he's even got the trait to prove it) and to avoid getting shot, but he doesn't have any points in Athletics anyway, so it's not that big of a difference. Everybody else I think is just peachy. You guys are welcome to switch around your points. I've updated the character sheet template on the website, but you guys can just do it on your own sheets. Put Dexterity where Agility is now, and Agility where Strength is now.\n\nInitiative is (new) Agility + Alertness, and Endurance/HP hasn't changed (still Vitality + Willpower).\n\nI hope you guys like the change!\n\n Edit: Also, I've updated the OP with some new stuff, a bit on ship combat as well, skim it at your leisure. \n\nFinally, I'll be gone until Wednesday, on a hiking trip. Continue the restocking of the ship on the Moon, etc. The mechanic guy is named Yuri. He's got about forty floats and some mules and various machines. You guys can roleplay the trip over there, and even that interaction if you get that far." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Alright I'm back.\n\nNothing's happened?" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "OOC:\n\nWell, it has been a holiday.\n\nAnd I have to say, I'm not too crazy about the Dexterity/Agility changes; I'd envisioned Annalise not being particularly strong or powerful, but still fairly graceful and able to get out of the way of things (in fact, getting out of the way was really her only physical defense). I neither have the available points to shift into nouveau -Agility, nor do I think it would really make sense for the character to be much more physically-oriented. It also seems less intuitive to me, but I guess that's more of a subjective thing. It's not a deal-breaker for me, though; I'll just make do with a slightly-clumsier Annalise." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Jannex \n OOC:\n\nWell, it has been a holiday.\n\nAnd I have to say, I'm not too crazy about the Dexterity/Agility changes; I'd envisioned Annalise not being particularly strong or powerful, but still fairly graceful and able to get out of the way of things (in fact, getting out of the way was really her only physical defense). I neither have the available points to shift into nouveau -Agility, nor do I think it would really make sense for the character to be much more physically-oriented. It also seems less intuitive to me, but I guess that's more of a subjective thing. It's not a deal-breaker for me, though; I'll just make do with a slightly-clumsier Annalise. \n \n\nI think if you're mostly interested in not getting killed when the bullets start to fly, your excellent Alertness should address that. Remember, in Serenity, unlike in D&D, ranged weapons (and one-handed ones at that!) are the default, which means cover plays a huge role. More importantly, rounds are 3 seconds, and thus movement is limited to 15 feet/round. Which means if you're far enough away from an enemy, he can't circle around your cover or defenses and drill your tush in one turn, before you get to react.\n\nBut d6 -> d4 shouldn't be that big a deal for Annalise. If you really wanted to make up the difference, a d2 in Athletics would cost you a measly 2 points." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n I think if you're mostly interested in not getting killed when the bullets start to fly, your excellent Alertness should address that. Remember, in Serenity, unlike in D&D, ranged weapons (and one-handed ones at that!) are the default, which means cover plays a huge role. More importantly, rounds are 3 seconds, and thus movement is limited to 15 feet/round. Which means if you're far enough away from an enemy, he can't circle around your cover or defenses and drill your tush in one turn, before you get to react.\n\nBut d6 -> d4 shouldn't be that big a deal for Annalise. If you really wanted to make up the difference, a d2 in Athletics would cost you a measly 2 points. \n \n\nFair enough. I'll look over my sheet and see whether or not it'd be worth it to move things around. Either way, like I said, I'll manage." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Alright, it's been more than a week since anything has happened. It's the holidays, I get it, but one post a day requires, what, ten minutes? If you aren't in town or have no real access to the internet, I understand, but in the future, I would ask for notice for such absences (e.g., Sunfall's last post, my posts).\n\nThe last thing that happened was Beck giving Alex the contact information for Yuri. Presumably, you are all traveling between Sephie and its moon of interest, and some of you have just met." }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{OOC: My bad about the absence; I did in fact visit family. Tomorrow I shall refresh Boran and continue my scans of sophistication. For now, as we head toward the moon...}\n\nBoran listens as the Hole flies toward her next destination. The check-up on Charlie hadn't produced anything useful, but it had been a welcome escape into the world of communications; proper physical communications, not just Cortex info. Trevor might be new, but it sounded like he was doing just fine up there.. and if not, Boran is confident he'll notice and warn the Cap'n before it gets out of hand. And maybe some of those new recruits would come up and Boran would get a chance to hear what kind of stuff they liked. (1d12)[ 5 ] (1d4)[ 4 ] (1d10)[ 1 ] (Alertness + Sharp Hearing + Perception/Hearing)\n\nAs things continue smoothly, Boran turns back to the various headsets. After Annalise's last few modifications it looked like they were finally getting somewhere close to being working two way sets. He starts to poke about, fidgeting with the headsets; Boran wants to have something to surprise the Cap'n and Annalise with when they reach the next stop. (1d6)[ 3 ] (1d12)[ 2 ] (1d4)[ 3 ] (Intelligence + Tech Eng/Comm/Sensors + Talented Comm/Sensors)" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "After she's finished helping Boran out with the two-way comms for the time being (and offered to lend a hand again if he wants to work on them some more later), Annalise will swing by the kitchen to brew herself a cup of coffee, and then go back to her cabin to hop on the Cortex.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs a matter of course, Annalise will do some background-checking on the new recruits, and compile the results for the Captain's perusal when she's finished.\n\nRolling Intelligence (1d10)[ 9 ] + Technical Engineering/Hacking (Talented) (1d12)[ 5 ] + (1d2)[ 1 ] \n\nIf I need to roll separately for each character, let me know.\n " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Boran has cumulatively rolled a 30 out of 35 for the two-way sensors. Another 5 minutes should do it.\n\nAnnalise heads back to her room, and on the Cortex, tries to find out about Trevor and Jin. She learns quite a bit about Jin, but not much on Trevor.\n\n Rachel Lorelei, care to write up what would people would put up on the 'Tex about Jin and the program he went through? And Koji, same for Trevor.\n\nI'm imagining that Anna, with a d12+d2 Hacking skill, has access to the Alliance's Person Registration System, and so she can pull up whatever the Alliance has put into that database on each person. This would be the basics, like age, sex, DOB and location, education, tax returns, property ownership, credit history, criminal record, outstanding warrants, and special designations by the Alliance, etc. In addition, Annalise rolled a 15 to get more information scattered about in other records, or just on the tex, on local government sites, or individual/private organizations' sites. Imagine a less-chaotic version of Googling someone's name in 2007. The 15 succeeds at a Formidable difficulty check, so let Annalise know whatever stuff on the tex you think a Formidable roll should uncover. " }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": "I'll be back from Texas tomorrow. regular posting will resume wednesday morning." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane\nBasic Cortex information. \n \nDOB 20/2/XX (16 years ago)\n\nNo Criminal Record\nFormer employee of Ethan Zane, United Reclamation, based on Beylix.\n\nDid not attend flight school, but received accreditation and interplanetary ship license based on testing and recommendation by Ethan Zane " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Happy new year everybody! 😎" }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\nambles around the ship looking for the odd jobs that always need to be done. He'll lend a hand wherever one is needed. The only things that are structured about his schedule is the hour in the morning and evening spent in the cargo bay doing calisthenics and running.\n\n\nOOC: Happy New Year!" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((Happy New Year, guys!\n\nUmmm... ancalimohtar, considering your new attribute rules, I guess, I'll have to roll Dexterity (= former Agility) for cooking, won't I? BTW, would cooking dinner form a complex action?))\n\n[roll=Dexterity+Craft/Cooking]1d6+1d8[/roll]\n\n((Hm. Why doesn't that work?))\n\nMeanwhile, Grace holds sway in the galley of the ship. Smartly chopping away at a slab of processed protein, she keeps a keen eye on the neat slices of squash and onion merrily sizzling away in the old and greasy frying pan.\n\nThe galley, a cosy place of mismatched furniture and outdated kitchenware, oddly reminds of the atmosphere in the ship garden: It seems cluttered, but not messy - everything has its place. Here and there, tiny pots with herbs hang from the ceiling, between drying sprigs and bulbs that were painstakingly tied into onion braids.\n\n((Hopefully)) Delicious smells start to waft around the Hole's mid level and sneak through every chink, as Grace delves deep into one of the pockets of her cargo pants, retrieving one of her more prized possessions: A tin can holding delicate little threads of deep red color. Deftly chucking the bits of protein into the pan, she sprinkles some of the saffron on top, only cursoringly adding soy concentrate and pepper.\n\n\"S'all a question of seasonin'\", she hums to herself and starts attacking the tomatoes. All the while, some sticky rice is boiling away in the old-fashioned cooker, waiting for its very own session inside the frying pan..." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " +2 PP (Grace) for good roleplaying.\n\n Sunfall, to be honest, I don't think the average person is limited by their manual dexterity when cooking. It's mostly multitasking, noticing subtle signs that the food needs X or Y, being able to think up innovative ways of mixing ingredients, and things like that. I think I would also take Alertness or Intelligence as the base attribute. " }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((I'd prefer Intelligence, if you don't mind 😁 Alright, trying to roll once more. I can't see what I'm doing wrong, checked the tags twice, they're alright...))\n\nIntelligence (1d12)[ 6 ] \nCraft/Cooking (1d8)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((Yeash, I'm sorry about droping off the face of the earth there. Got caught up in holiday stuff and all. I'll get back into this and start posting again tomorrow, 'k?))" }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\ndrawn by the smell of cooking, Abel makes his way to the galley and just watches Grace work her magic.\n\n\"That reminds me to pick up some hot peppers next stop. Would you mind helping me grow a couple of plants in the greenhouse?\"\n\nWhereas Grace uses Craft/cooking Abel comes at it from the Artistry/cooking side, while his dishes are not nearly as hearty, they look damn good on a plate and the taste can be sublime... conversely some of his experiments have gone badly awry, some flavor combinations just don't go well with processed protein. Flaming hot curry spaghetti for example - even the dog wouldn't eat that one.\n\nHe'll make some small talk with Grace, checking out the lay of the land as it were." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nIn the cockpit, Trevor looks up from his personal access terminal, having paused his video game--an obsolete spaceflight/combat simulator--and sniffs the air.\n\n\"Food,\" He says to no one at all.\n\nHe strolls down to the kitchen and timidly peers in, curious as to what's being made and secretly worrying that there might not be enough." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Sorry for the delay! I got real busy-like, and then I thought I'd updated this when I got my other games, but I hadn't.\nAgility/Dexterity change: \n Spoiler \nouch. That really nerfs Jin, taking him from a top-notch combatant to a highly mediocre one (since instead of being able to both dodge and hit, I can now do one but not the other). Incompetence wasn't in the plan. I'll see if I can shuffle some points around, I suppose. Might have to ditch Reader for now.\n \n\nCortex info on Jin: \n Spoiler \nThe hardest part is getting information on the right Jin Wei-Li--it's a fairly common name, so there's a lot of fluff to sift through. Annalise manages to track this particular one down, however--he's core-born to a couple of government employees, attented military school and then a Military Academy at a young age, and the details are classified. Annalise gets access to the information with a faked journalist's clearance--Jin's records are required by law. Jin is a participant, from birth, in the Improvement Project, a twenty-three-year-old government not-quite-super soldier program started after there was a fuss kicked up about what the government was doing out* of sight. The program adhered to all ethical standards, the gengineering performed on the participants' children was known to be safe and legal with the parents' authorization, the children were allowed regular visits from their family and received a fine education, and after several years of military training, were publically given the choice of continuing on in the project or leading civilian lives. A number of the first children to go through the project--there was one for every year for five years; Jin is from the third--have already received high-ranking military posts; a number from every iteration of the project have left, receiving an honorable discharge. Jin appears to be one of those who left the Project rather than continuing on in the military.\nThe information is all easily accessible once access to it is gained--the government seems to have been doing its best to say \"look, see? Nothing to hide.\"\n \n)\n\nBefore the Hole takes off, Jin fetches his things from the place he was staying at: not that much, considering that he appears to have been traveling that way, just two large suitcases and a duffel bag, which he takes into his bunk. He unpacks some of it, especially the clothes, toiletries, and weapons; he spends the rest of his time wandering the ship, occasionally closing his eyes.\n\"Gettin' a feel for the place,\" he tells anyone who pauses to ask him what he's doing. \"Important to know it well, I think--especially since mine's a security job. Wouldn't exactly be pleasant to get somewhere too late because I couldn't find my way, shi ?\"\n\nHe borrows some tools to set up a couple of contraptions in the cargo bay--a metal bar he runs between two poles there for other reasons, and a pair of gymnastics rings he hangs from something high enough to thrill, but not too high to reach from one of the platforms. He interrupts this business, however for dinner.\n\"Oh, good . Someone can cook. Ooh, more'n one someone. Looks great,\" he tells grace, peering over her shoulder. \"When d'we eat? Because I'm real good at that part.\"" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "\"Huh?\" Grace looks up from her pots, somewhat bewildered, as Abel adresses her. \"Oh, it's you, is it? No, I wouldn't mind at all. What is it you would wanna grow? Somethin' unusual?\" Her wrinkled skin forms little spider web patterns, as she smiles one of her sad little smiles at Abel. \"I got some red hot chilies inna pot, too, somewhere in tha garden... Ain't quite ripe yet, still green...\"\n\nThe grey-haired woman deftly chucks some tomatoes into the squash-and-protein-curry and starts to sway the contents of the pan around in a practised manner. \"Would ya mind holdin' this, keepin' it from burnin', honey?\", she asks Abel, handing him the brimful frying pan. \"Think the rice's just right.\"\n\n\"Oh - hey there, kids\", she says as Trevor and Jin stick their heads into the galley from different directions. (Only accidentally has she stood facing the exits while handing the pan to Abel, or else she never would have noticed.) She turns back to the stove, busying herself with a little mountain of rice, rummaging for an even bigger pan.\n\n\"Gonna need two of those\", she murmurs, as Jin peeks over her shoulder and makes his remark. \"I bet y'are at that, kiddo\", she chuckles, fumbling for a sprig of thyme that hangs from the ceiling. \"But how're yer... professional skills as to settin' tha table, I'd like ter know?\" With that, she shoves a pile of mismatched plates (mostly chipped or dented) into Jin's arms." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " +1 PP (Trevor) for this gem of a line: \"He strolls down to the kitchen and timidly peers in, curious as to what's being made and secretly worrying that there might not be enough .\"\n\n +1 PP (Jin) for the bit about walking the corridors blind to get a feel for the ship.\n\nThe food smells delicious to everyone (except Jin), as Grace really outdid herself this time, welcoming the new crew aboard with some rice from the pantry and squash from the garden.\n\n As an aside, as much as I love the comics, I hate when they're first put up. I've been trying to hit reply for like an hour, but the bandwidth goes straight to the comics, sigh.\n\nEdit: Also, if you wan't to say \"right?\" or \"am I right?\" or \"ya know?\" at the end of a sentence, you'll want to say \"dui bu dui?\" or \"dui ma?\" or \"ni shuo ne?\" instead of \"shi?\" which doesn't make any sense. I'll update the Speak Mandarin post with more on what those terms mean. " }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "\"Thanks Beck, you know that every little bit helps on this beast. Take care.\" Alex gives a smile and kills the line. She's sits silent for a bit, then brings up some finance figures and plays around with them a bit, about as unhappy as finances always make her. She gives up after a few minutes and sends that wave out to Yuri, in which she shamelessly plays off of Beck's good name. She marks up the price a little, but offers a few hours of her own mechanic work on the trip over, hopping she could fill her hull a little more. She sighed, gave a longing glance at her floating to-do list of a ships schemantic and sent the message.\nHeading up ladder again, Alex swung by the mess. \"Hey, that smells divine, I was gonna say to break out the tea and dumplings, but I like the smell of what you got there. Anyway, troops,\" Alex looks at the odd bunch in the kitchen. \"We got ourselves a little work on the moon, so that's something good, eh? It's a weak tea cargo run, but I promise y'all, we'll head out for better stuff soon.\"\nAlex turned away to head up to the bridge, muttering as she went. \"Not like I got much choice.\"\nAlex was disappointed to see that Annalise was gone and gave Boran a quick querry as to her location, saying she needed to discuss their new work then headed back down to the quarters to check for the woman there. Giving a knock and announcing her arrival, Alex popped her head in.\n\"Hey, Anna, wanted to discuss our latest cargo. Might of put us up for some more busy work on our return trip. Don't mean to put a load on you, just trying to keep the hull full, dui ma? Look and another thing...\" Alex gets close and speaks in an undertone so as to not get heard by any passerby.\n\"Would you mind doing some snooping on this new Jin guy for me? Not that I don't think the kid seems nice enough, it's... look, we got a Fed on board and I want to check if there's a reason for that.\" Alex doesn't look exactly sure of what her whispered request is supposed to mean, mostly seeming uncomfortable her own self." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "I sort of forgot to expand on what I meant by the term \"collaborative storytelling\" when I wrote the OP for the recruitment thread, so let me take the opportunity to do it right now. I'll put it in the OP too:\n\nI want you all to keep in mind that \"collaborative storytelling\" means you should be thinking of the game as a whole rather than the character you happen to be playing. Think of everybody together as a group of writers for a TV show. If one of the characters never fails at anything, never has interesting problems and obstacles, never grows and never seems human, viewers get bored of the character, the show as a whole suffers, and the boss (me) is going to get rid of this character, and the responsible writer will get a good talking-to.\n\nI know most people are used to having their own enjoyment of the game be tied directly to the successes of the characters they play, and so people \"powergame\" or whatever, but I'm taking a different approach. If everybody identifies with the whole story rather than one character in it (just like a TV show's writers), then nobody takes it personally when one character suffers professionally, financially, emotionally for the benefit of the show as a whole.\n\nWhat makes a good life for most people is financial stability, food, shelter, luxuries, excitement, happiness, basically resources to do what they want. What makes a good story is different. In collaborative storytelling, we create characters that are searching for a good life, but in that search, go through things that make a good story.\n\nFor example, when Mal is unsuccessful at selling the Lacetor, nobody watching the show really cares; being able to sell it doesn't really make the plot of the show any more interesting. But if the story were being roleplayed, the people playing Serenity's crew might get upset over it. Not to say that I would stymie Hole in the Black's crew just because, or that I would intentionally keep the finances ragged, or dangle rewards I wasn't willing to actually give the characters, but it's just an example of how what makes a good (fictional) story is different from what makes a good (fictional) life." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "I like these possibilities and subplots Alex is introducing.\n\nQuick question, what do you mean by \"She marks up the price a little, but offers a few hours of her own mechanic work on the trip over, hopping she could fill her hull a little more\"? Are you offering repair services for Yuri?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor scuttles out of everyone's way, and clumsily bumps into Jin, nearly knocking the plates out of his hands. He flinches away from him and moves out into the hall a bit, head lowered." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n I like these possibilities and subplots Alex is introducing.\n\nQuick question, what do you mean by \"She marks up the price a little, but offers a few hours of her own mechanic work on the trip over, hopping she could fill her hull a little more\"? Are you offering repair services for Yuri? \n \n\n((I was thinking that Alex would offer a few hours of work by herself and Anna as an incentive to get Yuri to give them a bigger cargo. That way if Yuri had a float that needed a little more work before getting shipped planetside, he could send it out now and pay Alex's bunch for the transport, rather then later, when the money would be wasted on some other crew. Naturally, there'd be a little markup, since they are throwing in skilled labor, but the markup wouldn't only be about 3/4th the cost of what it would be normally. I'm trying to imagine the measures Alex might dream up to get some extra cashflow here.))" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise is just putting the finishing touches on the dossiers when she hears Alex's knock. \"C'mon in,\" she calls, tipping back onto the rear legs of her chair, as Alex opens the door. She nods amiably in response to the mention of working on the cargo for on the next run. \"Sure, no problem; that's my job, dui bu dui ?\" \n\nAs she hears the other woman's second request, Annalise grins. \"Already done, Captain,\" she says, looking rather pleased with herself as she holds out the assembled files. \"Short version is, he was part of some military training program--gengineering and training from childhood, all nice and above-board and squeaky-clean. Opted out when he hit the age of majority. The rest of it's in here.\" Anna keeps her tone carefully neutral through this recitation, though she allows a hint of skepticism and unease to reflect in her eyes." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "On the industrial moon of Persephone, an entrepreneur receives a wave from a cargo ship captain and thinks about how to respond. Well, he could get them to do the run and the other thing. Hmm...\n\nTwo hundred thousand miles away, aboard Hole in the Black , Grace's delicious welcome-aboard dinner calls to the two women talking in the crew quarters. There will be plenty of time to inspect Annalise's research later.\n\nThough nobody on the crew has known each other for more than a few weeks, it seems everybody is bonding rather quickly, and Alex has been successful so far at forming the core of a good crew." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "Alex sighed. \"Seems perfectly legit...\" she doesn't seem particularly comforted though. \"I-\" the dinner call comes. \"...guess we better head on up. Thanks for the help, Anna, guess I'll check this out later.\"\nAlex heads on up to supper, possitioning herself in the midst of the newer crew member to keep people from clumping up. As everyone's who's been with them a while has come to expect, she thanks Grace for the cooking. Alex offhandedly jokes to Jin and Ryder that the foods the only real reason anyone else is still onboard then asks for a moment of silence and gives a quick prayer, just a couple reverent sentences asking the divine for safety and companionship before they eat.\nAs the food starts getting dished out Alex strikes up some trivial conversation with Jin and Ryder, recalling a favorite cortex program of hers from a couple years back and asking if they were still running it coreside these days." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n I'm imagining that Anna, with a d12+d2 Hacking skill, has access to the Alliance's Person Registration System, and so she can pull up whatever the Alliance has put into that database on each person. This would be the basics, like age, sex, DOB and location, education, tax returns, property ownership, credit history, criminal record, outstanding warrants, and special designations by the Alliance, etc. In addition, Annalise rolled a 15 to get more information scattered about in other records, or just on the tex, on local government sites, or individual/private organizations' sites. Imagine a less-chaotic version of Googling someone's name in 2007. The 15 succeeds at a Formidable difficulty check, so let Annalise know whatever stuff on the tex you think a Formidable roll should uncover.[/I] \n \n\n ((So sorry for not posting so long.... MY family and I became terribly sick, at the same time we have to somehow run our shop, and it's right after the hectic busy days of Christmas...))\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnnalise finds Ryder to be what he said he was. He was born on one of the border planets with his two older brothers, Jagen and Rion, and his younger sister, Rachel. His parents died in a spaceship accident, it seemed at first--but she soon found their deaths to be reaver related...\n\nWith the influence of some friends, they were moved to a poorer section of one of the core worlds. The \"friends\", she discovers, are the leaders of a weaker group of Tongs, who were recently eliminated by another group of Tongs--some dispute to do with one leader's son and another's daughter.\n\nHe attended one of the top Alliance Medical Academies -- through \"creative\" means -- and did very well in the subjects of Surgery and Internal Medicine .\nThere aren't any dues he hasn't paid, and he has no criminal record--except for \"suspicion of petty crime\", which had been, for some reason, erased from his main records.\n\n Name: Ryder Kalnen\n Age: 21\n Birthday: April 20th\n Gender: Male\n Height: 6' 00\"\n Weight: 144 lbs\n Eye Colour: Blue\n Hair Colour: Black\n Blood Type: AB\n Martial Status: Single\n Profession: Unemployed\n Qualifications: Class A Surgeon, Class A Internal Physician.\n((I don't know what official records look like, especially in the future, so I put in everything basic.))\n " }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise nods, and follows her captain out to the kitchen, taking only a moment to log out of her Cortex terminal and lock it down--a process now nearly as reflexive as breathing. Only now that her attention has been diverted from the 'tex screen does Anna realize that she's rather hungry.\n\nShe greets the rest of the crew with a friendly smile, and turns to Grace. \"Everything smells wonderful! I keep meaning to come up and help you, if you need an extra pair of hands cooking, but you always seem to start when I'm up to my elbows in electronics or something.\" A self-deprecating grin pulls at the corner of her mouth. \"I guess that means I'm on dishes-duty again, huh?\" " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Dinner conversation is light and merry, befitting the commencement of new beginnings for many of the crew. Go ahead and roleplay any get-to-know-you stuff. \n\nWhen Alex gets done with dinner and has time to check her messages, she'll find a wave from Yuri waiting for her.\n\n\"Hello, Alex. Yes, you have good friend in Beck, I know, she's nice girl, and truth is, I need to make deadline, correct? So come to Nieverstad, Lombard, address 19384 Trans forty-five, the big repair yard, next to highway. You can't miss.\" Here he pauses, and sighs.\n\n\"I know you also want make more mahney, but I try to start business, can't deliver mismatched goods. I can't promise my clients you do same level work I do, ni dong ba ? But is okay! I have good idea. You want to fix, I give you something to fix. We talk more when you come. Bye!\" He grins, and ends the transmission.\n\n ni dong ba? = you understand, right? " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((You know, it's hard to RP a doctor when I've little idea what they do in the future--or now.... But, that just makes it more fun 😁))\n\nIn his room, Ryder had been going over the \"basics\" of his job. Like ((don't bother reading if you're not interested)):\n \"The purpose of surgery to the ears, nose, throat, head, and neck is to treat an abnormality (defect or disease) in these anatomical areas. An anatomical deformity is a change that usually occurs during embryological development, leaving the affected person with the apparent defect. A disease in this area usually develops later in life, such as head and neck cancer. Additionally, the specialty known as otorhinolaryngology (ears [oto], nose [rhino], and throat [laryn], referring to the larynx or throat) also includes surgical intervention for diseases in the head and neck regions. Most ears, nose, and throat (ENT) surgeons in the United States are referred to as otolaryngologist and the specialty as otolaryngology. Ear surgery is usually performed to correct specific causes of hearing loss. Nose surgery can include different types of procedures necessary to treat sinus problems (sinus surgery). Throat surgery can include complicated procedures such as cancer of the larynx (laryngectomy), or more simple procedures such as surgical removal of the adenoids (adenoidectomy) or tonsils (tonsillectomy). Head and neck surgery may be necessary to remove a tumor or reconstruct an area after disfigurement from trauma or injury.\" \n\n Some times he just loved his work--like when he was getting paid and not studying it. Still, it was much different when he was treating a patient... then, things got really exciting.\n\nHe thought back to when his old boss, Chan-don, was shot in the arm.... Simple procedure: Check the patient's response to simple instructions, such as \"squeeze my hand. Now let it go.\" If the patient fails to respond, put them onto their side and check their airway, treating it as appropriate (see page 19). If the patient is conscious, help them into a comfortable position, keeping the injured area slightly raised. Check for entry and exit wounds--if there are no broken bones, control any bleeding. Once bleeding is dealt with.\nRemove the bullet from the wound -- make sure the patient won't injure them self or you from the pain of the procedure -- and place it on your surgical tray. Disinfect the wound, as well as the area around it, before stitching it closed. Bandage the wound. Bullets often leave the wounded area paralysed: Support a limb with a splint, and bandage it in a comfortable position for it to heal. The patient should be put to bed and rest as soon as possible, with the wounded area alleviated. Loss of blood is another symptom of bullet trauma, and a blood transfusion may need to be conducted. Should the patient require a blood transfusion, but no donor of the right jurisdiction can be found soon enough, it is often best to put the patient in a induced coma.\nAfter all the above procedures are carried out, the patient should recover normally with rest--the period of time varying by the seriousness of the bullet wound. Note: Remember to change the subjects bandages and re-sterilize the area around the wound.\n Strange, Ryder thought to himself, thinking about bullet trauma surgery doesn't normally smell like food--for me at least. He snapped up to his feet. \"Sustenance!\" he exclaimed to himself, sarcastically. He then moved to the dining room, Is that what you call the place you eat on a ship? he asked himself.\n\n \"Good evening!\" Ryder says, loudly and cheerfully, as he enters. \"What's that delicious smell? Could something smelling good as that really be protein-stuff?\" He sits down between Annalise and Jin if he can, but feels welcome to sit anywhere. He energetically begins and joins conversations with the others. \"So, Captain,\" he says to Alex, after telling someone about the time he was given the wrong patient, \"did you find out anything about this Charle?\" \n\n((Am I RPing OK? It's hard to tell from reading my own writing, and I'm still sick which makes it harder still...))" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((Hm, you have got a bit of a distinctive style there. Guessing your a bit of a greenhorn?))\n\nAlex let the protein comment slide this time, figuring that Grace's excellent cuisine would speak for itself. Didn't seem to hard to see that Ryder liked to speak for himself, which was alright, though a story that reminded her of poor old Sergio wasn't exactly the best at dinner. She didn't exactly mind the change of topic.\n\"Nope,\" she observed while pushing a few remaining vegetables around her plate. \"Not too surprising, Peresephone ain't the easiest place to find folk, specially those that don't want to be found. But I'm not too worried about it. Guy who wants us to find 'im can't be all that hard to track down, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n ((Hm, you have got a bit of a distinctive style there. Guessing your a bit of a greenhorn?))\n\nAlex let the protein comment slide this time, figuring that Grace's excellent cuisine would speak for itself. Didn't seem to hard to see that Ryder liked to speak for himself, which was alright, though a story that reminded her of poor old Sergio wasn't exactly the best at dinner. She didn't exactly mind the change of topic.\n\"Nope,\" she observed while pushing a few remaining vegetables around her plate. \"Not too surprising, Peresephone ain't the easiest place to find folk, specially those that don't want to be found. But I'm not too worried about it. Guy who wants us to find 'im can't be all that hard to track down, eh?\" \n \n\n ((That's a good thing?\nNot really the type of writing situation I'm good at.... I scarcely know a thing about doctors and their work. I'm also not very good with futuristic settings, preferring medieval swords-and-magic settings. Also, as I said, I'm still sick 😛☹️....))\n\n \"Yeah, I'm sure we'll find him soon enough,\" Ryder agrees heartily, \"so what jobs do we have until then? I'd like something with some action.\" He grins widely as he opens his sleeve a bit, revealing a well-balanced pistol. \"Should I leave my weapons anywhere in particular when I'm not going out,\" he asked politely, \"or should I do with them as I like?\" \nAfter his answer, he looks over to Annalise. \"Can you fight too?\" he asks her curiously. \"Everyone on this ship looks like they know how to point a gun.\" " }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "((Incidentally, Conners, Grace looks exactly as if she didn't even know which end of a gun to hold when accidentally given one. 😛\n\nYour style of writing's very detailed, if a bit jumpy on topic changes, but I guess it's a good thing you're starting off researching and trying to get comfortable with how things work for a medic. I, for one, am dreadful at caring for plants IRL - I'm quite apt at killing even cactuses. I've also never played a gardener before, and most of the time have some botanic section of Wikipedia open as I write. But most effort goes into not letting it look like that 😁\n\nOh, and I hope you and your family get well soon...))\n\nGrace seems quite flattered by everyone's favorable comments on the dinner, constantly replying things like \"Only doin' ma job, hon, only doin' ma job.\" or \"Why, that's what I'm here for, after all, ain't I?\"\n\nShe has laden the table full to the chipped edge with everything she has been able to muster for this special occasion, and Trevor's fears turn out to be completely unfounded. Last thing she sets down is an earthen jug of steaming fresh spearmint tea, and she places it next to Lee, smiling and winking.\n\nTo Anna's remorseful remark, her wrinkled eyes twinkle, as she kindly responds. \"Oh, Anna, pumpkin, yer don' have ter help if yer don' got the time. Things you do with your electronics 'n stuff are real important for the Hole, after all. As are Alex's and Boran's and that kid Trevor's and everyone else's stuff. And I won't have you doin' no dishes for today, ni dong ba? 'Xept, of course, you'd like ter help an' I can't hinder ya\", she adds with a small smile.\n\nDuring the course of dinner, Grace sits between the others, eyeing her bony brown hands with a sadness in her eyes that makes it seem as if she was not quite part of this little celebration. Now and then, she looks up and around in a bewildered manner, as if she can't remember where all those merry people around her came from. She seems detached, but answers in a perfectly sweet manner if someone addresses her (sometimes for a second or a third time)." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise shakes her head, smiling at Grace. \"Don't underestimate the importance of good, real food in keeping the Hole's crew from going a bit peculiar in the brain-pan. And I think I can spare a few minutes after dinner to scrub some pots and pans,\" she promises.\n\nAt Ryder's question, Anna glances skeptically at his weapon, her smile fading slightly. \"Well, I know in theory how to fire one... I've had a little practice target-shooting, but I'm not exactly a soldier, if you get my meaning. I'm probably not someone you want watching your back in a firefight, if you've got a choice.\" " }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((I've written much better stuff before, anyway.))\n\nRyder looks at Annalise, a little worried that he upset her somehow. \"I'm sure you'd do fine,\" he says, nice and comforting. \"But I'll do the best I can to make sure you don't face the situation.\" He smiles nicely at Anna, then gets back to his food--complimenting Grace on it skilfully." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "Annalise's smile returns, and she touches Ryder's arm reassuringly. \"I appreciate that. And I think that, with you and the others,\" she glances around the table, indicating Lee and Jin and the other gun-hands, \"we'll all be in good hands.\" \n\nThen she turns to Boran, and starts making conversation about the ship's sensors, and whether he's got any more repair projects in mind." }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\nsits at the table, joining the conversation if addressed but seemingly overwhelmed by having more than one or two people in the same room aboard ship. If asked he'll reply \"Prospectin' tends to be lonely work, this will take some gettin used to.\"\n\nDuring a moment when she's not busy - \"May I ask the Captain what she's got in mind for us?\" " }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "(Ack! I'm behind again; school has just started, but I'll catch up very shortly. Sorry for being so slow, was sorting out using school computers)" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "I'm in transit the next couple days. Won't know whether I get internet access or not.\n\nBut don't worry about me, do continue." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Note on Jin for the hacker and captain:\n \n Spoiler \nI messed up the dates in my previous post. The point is, Jin's actually just barely 20, i.e. underage--he can presumably do a number of things, being over 18, but not the things you have to be 21 for.\n \n)\n\n( Dexterity + Atheltics: (1d10)[ 10 ] + (1d8)[ 5 ] )\n\nJin accepts the plates and gets to setting the table with crisp efficiency and without objection. When Trevor bumps him, he skitters to the side with that startling speed of his, and shifts so that the plate he let go rolls down his arm. A flick of his wrist tosses it up into the air, and he lets it spin, balanced on a finger, before he sets it down.\n\n\"That? Yeah, it's still around, sort of,\" he tells the captain about her program. \"It's gone through a couple of versions. Don't like the latest, actually; too much unnecessary fei-oo packed in.\"\n\nWhen the food is served, he gets to eatin' with a will. He doesn't scarf, but when he eats, he eats: after his plate is clean, he leans back, flicks his braid over his shoulder with one hand, and resumes chatting.\n\"The best hands. Trouble comes shootin', you take cover if you aren't used to shootin' back. Behind me if there's nowhere better; I'll see you taken care of. Have to earn my salary, right? No way to support my addiction to strawberries otherwise.\"" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor eats like a mouse, saying little and watching the others while quietly devouring his meal. When the topic turns to gunplay, his mind drifts back to the unassembled heavy sniper rifle he brought along with his \"personal effects.\" He'd fully intended to tell Alex, until she started talking about how she didn't like big guns, and...\n\nWell, probably best to say nothing. If he loses this job, it'll be years before he can pilot anything bigger than a horse-drawn carriage again. He remains silent and when he's cleared his plate, asks quietly to be excused before taking his dishes to be washed and put away." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": " \n Originally Posted by roninkelt \n Abel \n\nsits at the table, joining the conversation if addressed but seemingly overwhelmed by having more than one or two people in the same room aboard ship. If asked he'll reply \"Prospectin' tends to be lonely work, this will take some gettin used to.\"\n\nDuring a moment when she's not busy - \"May I ask the Captain what she's got in mind for us?\" \n \n\n\n\nAlex smiles at Abel's question, feeling upbeat, or at least appearing to do so.\n\"Oh, didn't ya hear? We got ourselves a milk run cargo run heading right back to the planet. I know y'all didn't sign up to work as dockworkers, but it's better then nothin', eh? And once we get back to the Docks, I figure we'll track this charlie guy down. Yeah, I know we ain't got much to go on, but, eh, the mystery tickles my interest. Hey, pass that will ya?\" Alex points towards a dish near Abel's elbow.\n\n((Anyone else think I should gradually turn Alex Canadian, eh? Also, anyone think we should go on ahead to their triumphant return at the dock when our host get's back? Doesn't look like too much for anyone to be doing until then.))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Koji \n Trevor Zane \n\nTrevor eats like a mouse, saying little and watching the others while quietly devouring his meal. When the topic turns to gunplay, his mind drifts back to the unassembled heavy sniper rifle he brought along with his \"personal effects.\" He'd fully intended to tell Alex, until she started talking about how she didn't like big guns, and...\n\nWell, probably best to say nothing. If he loses this job, it'll be years before he can pilot anything bigger than a horse-drawn carriage again. He remains silent and when he's cleared his plate, asks quietly to be excused before taking his dishes to be washed and put away. \n \n\n((I don't really think Alex has all that much a problem with big guns truth be told. She did kinda serve in the artillery corps after all, kinda hard to find bigger then that. On the other hand if your piece is anything built by Iskellion she probably thinks it's a piece of fancy, easily broken rubbish.))" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": "When Grace has finished, too, she just sits. When Trevor getting up catches her eye, she throws him a worried look. \"Y'eat enough, Kid? Really?... No, no, just leave the plate there, don' mind tidyin' up. There's always a time fer cleaning up, an' it's not now. What about dessert, then?\"\n\nGrace gets up herself and starts bustling around at the galley, eventually bringing forth a chocolatey-looking lump of... uh... something.\n\n\"Not much there, as I had ter use the whole pineapple for tha rice, but it might taste remotely like somethin' that once walked by a bar of chocolate...\", she says with a somewhat apologetic air before setting the lump of protein down on the table, starting to remove empty plates and bowls, piling them up on the counter for cleaning.\n\n((My PC died on me 😩 , so I'll be dependent on internet cafes for a while. Trying to peek in at least once a week. Anyway, hopefully I'll get it back soon... Keep your fingers crossed 🙂 ))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Okay, well, dessert is had by all, and everybody seems to enjoy the unchocolate cake. When dinner is over, Grace and Annalise (and whoever else wants to help) clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.\n\nYou guys will reach the moon in the morning, and there will be supplies-gathering to do.\n\nAlex heads back to her cabin and notices the wave from Yuri.\n\nLee heads back to his cabin and finds a wave too." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n ((I don't really think Alex has all that much a problem with big guns truth be told. She did kinda serve in the artillery corps after all, kinda hard to find bigger then that. On the other hand if your piece is anything built by Iskellion she probably thinks it's a piece of fancy, easily broken rubbish.)) \n \n\n((I think I remember a conversation about big guns getting people hurt. Maybe Trevor overheard it and read too much into it.))\n\nTrevor shuffles off, seeing that others have decided to wash the dishes, and sits down in the cockpit. He cues up the console to alert him when the ship approaches atmo and makes some final corrections to the trajectory.\n\nHours later, he falls asleep in the soft chair with his knees drawn up against his chest and his hands clasped around them." }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n Alex smiles at Abel's question, feeling upbeat, or at least appearing to do so.\n\"Oh, didn't ya hear? We got ourselves a milk run cargo run heading right back to the planet. I know y'all didn't sign up to work as dockworkers, but it's better then nothin', eh? And once we get back to the Docks, I figure we'll track this charlie guy down. Yeah, I know we ain't got much to go on, but, eh, the mystery tickles my interest. Hey, pass that will ya?\" Alex points towards a dish near Abel's elbow. \n \n\n Abel \n\nreplies\n \"I like milk... haven't seen to many cargoes of it tho, cheaper to make locally.\" \n\nHe passes the condiment back to Alex and keeps the rest of his thoughts to himself. Wouldn't do to question the Captain too sharply in public.\n\nAfter helping Grace and Annalise with the cleanup he'll wander around to the various watch stations starting with the Bridge.\n \"Howdy Trevor, how's she doing?\" He pats the overhead affectionately..." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \n Spoiler \nGymnastics: 1d10+1d6=11 , hitting \"hard\" difficulty (i.e. 'exhibition-worthy').\n \n\n\nJin is among the first to finish eating, and he starts cleaning up without being asked. A few trips, each hand carrying a stack of precariously balanced plates, clear most of the table.\n\"Exercise time, I s'pose. Be just out in the cargo bay if someone needs me.\"\nAnd with that, he trots out and towards the bay, unbuttoning his white shirt as he goes. By the time he's gotten there, it's off; he rushes a railing, leaps onto it and (shirt dropping onto the rail to hang there) pushes off, out, and into space.\n\nThere's a second for anyone who's around to watch him hang before he starts to drop--and closes his hands around the horizontal bar he set up earlier. His body goes straight and describes a circle, then another; he releases it for long enough to switch grips, body turning half a circle and hands shifting, and goes through another circle in the opposite direction. He slows, and comes to a stop upside-down over the bar, arms extended; then Jin tips into a drop, letting go just as he starts to come back up. His body turns and twists, flipping twice, and he catches it again. He continues for a number of minutes, changing grips, twisting, flipping, even doing the splits as he goes over the bar. Then he dismounts, more gently than a gymnast might at an event, since he doesn't have a mat out, landing after a single sommersault with the sound of boots on metal and turning the energy of the landing into a jump so as not to stumble.\n\nThat jump lets him get hold of the hanging rings he'd set up. He pulls himself up, then spreads his arms wide, until he's suspended in a cross; a shift of his hips moves him back, and from there his legs come up, he turns around, and then his body straightens into the same cross, but upside-down, his arms straining to maintain the position. After a few long moments, he lowers himself into a horizontal position: he looks like a man about to do a push-up--only he's keeping himself parallel to the ground with nothing except his grip on the rings.\n\nJin's torso is lean and hard, though scarless; whipcord over bone, as though built for pure efficiency. He's got fairly broad shoulders, . His skin gleams faintly with sweat after his exercise on the horizontal bar.\n\n\n If you want to picture Jin's gymnastics: \n \n Spoiler \n Horizontal bar .\n Rings .\nJin wouldn't be quite as good as these fine gentlemen, of course.\n " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " +1 PP (Jin) for the gymnastics bit." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((Didn't my earlier post about how to treat a gunshot injury meet the requirements for plot points...?))\n\nRyder eats what's left the the chocolate dessert, taking his dishes to the sink. Seeing it already crowded (and not overly fond of menial labour), he leaves them on the bench. \"Well, I'll be off to bed,\" he tells Annalise, Grace, and anyone else around, \"good night!\" \n\nBack at his room, he slips from the ladder--hitting his head with a very loud bang , against the floor. At first he clasps his head, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly in intense pain. But then he realised this was a good, and painful, opportunity. The young doctor does his best to not show the slightest sign of pain on his face, his head throbbing the whole time. Looking in the mirror, he checks what would become a large purple bruise, as well as an egg-sized bump... He rubs medical ointment onto it, bandaging it appropriately. The wound throbbing all the time, he manages to keep a straight face. After all, if he hadn't learn to, he would've been dead a long time ago...\nHaving finished his painful little challenge, Ryder picks up another of his medical books and gets to bed. Anatomy and Biology, he sighed, looks like nightmares about Reavers again tonight... \n((Can I roleplay my own Traumatic Flashes when they occur?))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Conners, yeah, you can have your character experience traumatic flashes when appropriate." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": "((So, if I purposely decide to have one at an inappropriate time I'd get plot points? Also, what was wrong with my other role plays?))\n\n((Note: This nightmare is rather scary and horrorish.))\nIt all starts with blackness, indifferent from that of closing your eyes. Then, a strange light-purple ogre begins to dance... Ryder said hello to it, barely noticing he was now a rough crayon drawing. The ogre ignores him, suddenly dancing more roughly. Dust is kicked up from the dance, choking Ryder. He tries to make the ogre stop, pulling at its large arms, but it just keeps dancing. So, Ryder decided to walk away, but the ogre danced after him. Choking almost to death, Ryder suddenly finds a giant rifle in his hands, and shoots the ogre with it. It explodes, not with crayon, but blood--red, thick, sticky, foul-smelling blood... He was drenched in it, no longer a children's drawing and suddenly a proper human-3d. \"Reaver! Reaver!\" he heard being shouted. Rim-world police -- only much larger, tougher and better armoured than they normally were -- suddenly appeared, carrying two large guns each. They aimed there guns at Ryder, intending to shoot. Ryder tried to explain, but the blood tried to crawl into his mouth whenever he opened it. Bang! The police had not been aiming at him, however... they were aiming at a 10 foot reaver, a few feet behind him. The police screamed and ran, losing their armour and getting smaller, thinner, and pale. Ryder tried to run as well, but the blood was sticking him to the floor... The reavers came toward him, oozing blood and mutilated bodies. Struggling against the now rock-hard blood, Ryder brought out his ogre killing gun, but couldn't bring the barrel high enough to aim! The reaver put its hand, its cold, bony, blood-stained and self-mutilated hand, onto his face, increasing its grip so that it could rip Ryder--mutilate him... Ryder shot the gun in a panic, breaking the rock-blood and letting him bring the rifle up. He shot it at the reaver, pushing it back and making it explode with its previous victims. More reavers came, running, crawling, jumping. Ryder kept shooting, shooting shooting-- \" AHHHAAAHHHHHHGGGHHHAAAHHHH!!!! \" Ryder screams, pulling his rifle up from the side of the bed and aiming it.\nHe sees a figure at the end of his bed. He throws the gun-barrel to point straight at it, and pulls the trigger to blast it to bit... but the safety was on. The figure was just the model human-skeleton he looked at occasionally... For a few seconds, he sits there, still too scared to put the gun away." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Conners, we have a bit of a problem here.\n\nThere is no \"requirement\" for plot points. I give out plot points for many different circumstances. So far, it's been for well-written roleplaying posts. I don't think people should expect to receive plot points for any particular post they make, like you seem to have. I'm not in the habit of giving out points every time someone makes a long post.\n\nYour bit about treating gunshot wounds was nice. I just didn't think I ought to give plot points for it. It was literally just a bunch of medical text you copied from wikipedia or some other site; more importantly, it doesn't really characterize Ryder at all. I just didn't feel anything when I read it.\n\nThe bigger issue, I think, is the way you're approaching this game. It seems you are treating this roleplaying game as a board game. You are trying to \"win\" it. You've remarked multiple times that you want to get to shooting and killing stuff, both in and out of character. You've asked for PPs multiple times now. You just asked me if giving your character a nightmare at a tough time will earn you PPs. You had Ryder \"convince Jin, if necessary,\" to give Ryder the nicer room earlier. I know you're used to D&D, which is about breaking into other people's homes, killing them, and taking their money, (which I enjoy immensely when I want that kind of game), but this is not D&D.\n\nIn the same vein, I think Ryder is going to insult a lot of people if he keeps doing/saying what he has been. Whenever Ryder talks, you always describe him speaking \"nicely,\" or \"pleasantly,\" or \"politely\"; he's always \"enthusiastic\" or \"cheerful\" or something similar. I know he's Sweet And Cheerful, per his trait, but 1) you overdo it way too much, and 2) that's not going to cover you when you're inappropriate. Example:\n\n \n Originally Posted by Conners \n \"Yeah, I'm sure we'll find him soon enough,\" Ryder agrees heartily, \"so what jobs do we have until then? I'd like something with some action.\" He grins widely as he opens his sleeve a bit, revealing a well-balanced pistol. \"Should I leave my weapons anywhere in particular when I'm not going out,\" he asked politely, \"or should I do with them as I like?\"\nAfter his answer, he looks over to Annalise. \"Can you fight too?\" he asks her curiously. \"Everyone on this ship looks like they know how to point a gun.\" \n \n\nFirst of all, people are eating. This is dinner. Why would you grin and pull out a gun? It's just not dinner conversation, even among hardy folk on the Rim. Saying that you ask the question \"politely\" doesn't really excuse the fact that it's not polite at all. The next question to Annalise is also rather inappropriate. Would someone really ask that question like that?\n\nFinally, I didn't comment on your writing style before, but I do think it's getting to be problematic. Take your last post for example. It switches between the present and past tense dozens of times, sometimes mid-sentence. There are no paragraphs, it's just a walloftext. You used \"indifferent\" as if it meant \"not different.\" What does \"a proper human-3d\" mean? How can Ryder \"barely notice\" the ogre is made up of rough crayon lines, when the ogre exists only to him? How exactly does a reaver ooze mutilated bodies through its piercings? Does Ryder throw the gun or point it at the skeleton?\n\nI think the real issue is that you're not used to writing. Which can be improved on if you work at it.\n\nAnyway, PPs given for roleplaying are not going to account for most of the PPs given. This is just the beginning. I'm just giving some points to people for setting up their character's personalities. Just make Ryder believable and realistic, not a saccharine bag of grins. And write for the good of the game, not just for your character." }, { "author": "Conners", "message": " \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n Conners, we have a bit of a problem here.\n\nThere is no \"requirement\" for plot points. I give out plot points for many different circumstances. So far, it's been for well-written roleplaying posts. I don't think people should expect to receive plot points for any particular post they make, like you seem to have. I'm not in the habit of giving out points every time someone makes a long post.\n\nYour bit about treating gunshot wounds was nice. I just didn't think I ought to give plot points for it. It was literally just a bunch of medical text you copied from wikipedia or some other site; more importantly, it doesn't really characterize Ryder at all. I just didn't feel anything when I read it. \n \n\n ((Only the bit I put down as a quote, and that was just there as some background information - I said not to read it unless interested. With the rest, I was too tired to think up how to make it sound more interesting, plus I've never treated a gunshot injury before... I probably should have gone into a memory of the actual treatment, so I could've described the patient's pained reactions, and how everything had to be fast and accurate. I was tired, however.))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n The bigger issue, I think, is the way you're approaching this game. It seems you are treating this roleplaying game as a board game. You are trying to \"win\" it.\nYou've remarked multiple times that you want to get to shooting and killing stuff, both in and out of character. You've asked for PPs multiple times now. You just asked me if giving your character a nightmare at a tough time will earn you PPs. \n \n\n ((Not exactly. Everyone is getting PPs ahead of me, so it makes sense that I'd be concerned about catching up. I was wanting to get another medical skill for the crew.\nRyder comes from a planet constantly under attack by reavers, he's a little trigger happy from the experience. I wasn't \"asking for PPs\", I was asking about the reasons behind plot points being given out.))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n You had Ryder \"convince Jin, if necessary,\" to give Ryder the nicer room earlier. \n \n\n((What? I'm sorry, I didn't realise the nicer room got me a +2 comfort bonus to sleeping checks. Ryder did it because he wanted the nicer room... Ryder is an opportunist--an amount of the reason he became a doctor was that it was well paid...))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n In the same vein, I think Ryder is going to insult a lot of people if he keeps doing/saying what he has been. Whenever Ryder talks, you always describe him speaking \"nicely,\" or \"pleasantly,\" or \"politely\"; he's always \"enthusiastic\" or \"cheerful\" or something similar. I know he's Sweet And Cheerful, per his trait, but 1) you overdo it way too much, and 2) that's not going to cover you when you're inappropriate.\nExample:\nFirst of all, people are eating. This is dinner. Why would you grin and pull out a gun? It's just not dinner conversation, even among hardy folk on the Rim. Saying that you ask the question \"politely\" doesn't really excuse the fact that it's not polite at all. The next question to Annalise is also rather inappropriate. Would someone really ask that question like that? \n \n\n ((Ryder is similar to someone I once knew who seemed as nice as anything, but ended up stealing from us--Ryder being without the stealing part, though. Ryder always tries to be incredibly charming--that's how he managed to get himself into such a good academy without coming from a wealthy family. Sometimes cultural differences trip him up, however, and he may inadvertently insult someone.\nHe comes from a reaver attacked planet, guns are pretty much everywhere around you... EVERYONE knows how to use a gun there. He didn't mean to be rude though.))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n Finally, I didn't comment on your writing style before, but I do think it's getting to be problematic. Take your last post for example. It switches between the present and past tense dozens of times, sometimes mid-sentence. There are no paragraphs, it's just a walloftext.\nYou used \"indifferent\" as if it meant \"not different.\" What does \"a proper human-3d\" mean? How can Ryder \"barely notice\" the ogre is made up of rough crayon lines, when the ogre exists only to him? How exactly does a reaver ooze mutilated bodies through its piercings? Does Ryder throw the gun or point it at the skeleton?\n\nI think the real issue is that you're not used to writing. Which can be improved on if you work at it. \n \n\n ((Unfortunately I do have a habit of changing tenses. However, I purposely intended the dream to be in the past tense to be strange, and also because it reflects his past. I was too tired to work out paragraphs, and I thought it'd give the idea that it was all meshed together.\n\nAbout \"a proper human-3d\" - Oops, I missed that. I meant he became a normal human again.\n\nHaven't you had bad dreams before?--things are warped, where you're afraid of things you wouldn't be when you're awake, do things you wouldn't, think differently. It's a dream, how CAN'T it? I've had dreams 100 times weirder than that. OK, maybe I didn't describe the skeleton thing so well.\n\nI'm afraid that I'm not used to writing when you're allowed to describe very little... having to ask \"can I do this?\" \"is this like that?\" \"do I succeed in doing this?\" before I can roleplay anything.))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by ancalimohtar \n Anyway, PPs given for roleplaying are not going to account for most of the PPs given. This is just the beginning. I'm just giving some points to people for setting up their character's personalities. Just make Ryder believable and realistic, not a saccharine bag of grins. And write for the good of the game, not just for your character. \n \n\n((Oh, I thought I'd have to get an awful lot of PPs through role-playing to get any advancement, due to the heavy cost for improvements. I didn't realise most PPs would be given out for other things. Sorry 'bout that.\n\nAs to Ryder's character: A lot of characters in Firefly are a bit larger-than-life (Jayne for example). I'll try to cut down on superfluous descriptions, though, and just assume everyone knows by now that he smiles incessantly.))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "I was originally going to send this to you through PM/email, but I do want others to read some of the text near the bottom, so here it is. If anyone would prefer that in the future I do this type of stuff privately, let me know please.\n\n\n ((Only the bit I put down as a quote, and that was just there as some background information - I said not to read it unless interested. With the rest, I was too tired to think up how to make it sound more interesting, plus I've never treated a gunshot injury before... I probably should have gone into a memory of the actual treatment, so I could've described the patient's pained reactions, and how everything had to be fast and accurate. I was tired, however.)) \n\nYou don't have to justify anything--I have no problem with that post. It's fine as it is. It's just not what I would give a plot point reward for.\n\n\n ((Not exactly. Everyone is getting PPs ahead of me, so it makes sense that I'd be concerned about catching up. I was wanting to get another medical skill for the crew.\nRyder comes from a planet constantly under attack by reavers, he's a little trigger happy from the experience. I wasn't \"asking for PPs\", I was asking about the reasons behind plot points being given out.)) \n\nThe fact that you are concerned about others having received PPs, while you haven't, is proof that there is a problem with how you're viewing the game. It's the beginning of the game. You guys just took off and haven't even gotten to the moon yet. The four people who have earned points are Boran, Grace, Trevor, and Jin. There are nine crewmembers. In addition, Ryder may be trigger happy, but YOU are the one who is aching for combat, as evidenced by your multiple OOC remarks. Again, there's nothing wrong with that kind of game--this just isn't it, and I just don't want you to be disappointed with a game that focuses more on plot than rape-and-pillage-for-phat-lootz.\n\n\n ((What? I'm sorry, I didn't realise the nicer room got me a +2 comfort bonus to sleeping checks. Ryder did it because he wanted the nicer room... Ryder is an opportunist--an amount of the reason he became a doctor was that it was well paid...)) \n\nThat's good. I was afraid you might not be aware that Ryder has this personality fault, but since you do, all is well.\n\n\n I'm afraid that I'm not used to writing when you're allowed to describe very little... having to ask \"can I do this?\" \"is this like that?\" \"do I succeed in doing this?\" before I can roleplay anything.)) \n\nYou do not have to ask for most things. Like I said in a recent post, everybody in this game should think of himself as one member in a team of writers, narrating the adventures of ten people. If you read my note in the OP, which I had since the very first [Gauging Interest] thread, I do not want to play the role of the traditional DM who has to have control over everything in the world, leaving their personal characters as the only degree of freedom for the players. If everybody can advance the plot in a more robust way, 1) nobody feels the only thing that will bring them fun is selfishly pursuing phat lootz and XP for their character (since they identify with everybody and the story as a whole, rather than just their own character), 2) I don't have to spread myself too thin, and I can run a game for ten people, which is much better than a game of four people, and 3) we can keep the play-by-post game running at a decent pace, instead of having the players pause and ask the DM for permission to do every little thing. At a real-life gaming table, asking the DM for permission is no problem; on OpenRPG, it's an inconvenience; but on a messageboard, it's murder.\n\n\n ((Ryder is similar to someone I once knew who seemed as nice as anything, but ended up stealing from us--Ryder being without the stealing part, though. Ryder always tries to be incredibly charming--that's how he managed to get himself into such a good academy without coming from a wealthy family. Sometimes cultural differences trip him up, however, and he may inadvertently insult someone.\nHe comes from a reaver attacked planet, guns are pretty much everywhere around you... EVERYONE knows how to use a gun there. He didn't mean to be rude though.))\n\nAs to Ryder's character: A lot of characters in Firefly are a bit larger-than-life (Jayne for example). I'll try to cut down on superfluous descriptions, though, and just assume everyone knows by now that he smiles incessantly.)) \n\nThe point is, you cannot simply TELL us Ryder is nice and charming and polite. You have to SHOW that through good narration and roleplaying. And you haven't done that, so there is a disconnect there. It makes reading your posts very awkward, and gives the impression that either Ryder is a phony, or you as a player are only concerned with advancing your own character at the expense of a good story." }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\nAfter making the rounds of all the duty stations, Abel will write up a report on what needs fixing, supplies needed (such as chili plants for the greenhouse) or other notes of concern in his notepad, encrypt the file and mark it for reference next time we are on planet.\n\nEveryone he speaks to finds him quite personable and easy to talk to. (I was going to rp all the encounters, but no one has replied to my overtures).\n\nOnce the report is done, I'll look up the Captain again, \"I have a couple of questions for you, if you have the time.\"\n\n\"First, do you know what the cargo is on this 'milk run'? Should we prepare a hideaway for it?\"\n\n\"Secondly, What is this about Charlie?\" \n\nOOC: has Abel ever heard about a mover named Charlie on Persephone? Would it be an Intelligence + Knowledge check? (I'm just learning the serenity system, please be gentle with my lack of knowledge.) Perhaps Intel + Influence?" }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "((ancalimohtar, I think you should make an OOC thread for us so that we can keep all the discussion seperate from the game))\n\nTrevor nods to Abel when he comes by. At a loss for words, he simply frets nervously and says, \"It's, er...goin'!\"\n\n...\n\nA sharp beeping wakes Trevor from his fitful slumber. He pulls himself out of dreamland with a shake of the head and cancels the alert. The ship is approaching its atmospheric re-entry point at too sharp an angle--looks like someone forgot to take the particulars of the lunar orbit into account when astrogating the trip.\n\nPiloting check: 1d8+1d12=12 \n\nWithout a moment's pause, Trevor takes hold of the controls and deftly readjusts the ship's trajectory. He looks behind him, wondering if anyone noticed his frantic behavior, and nervously bites into the soft part of his hand between the thumb and the knuckle of the forefinger until he tastes blood." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Koji, I know that's the way people like to do it on these boards, and there are some benefits--you can go back and read what happened much more easily, it reads like a novel, you don't have to wade through the OOC stuff--but I'm not sure I like it. For one, OOC stuff is usually about IC stuff, so you have to check back and forth to follow the topic of conversation. For two, if you do have to go back and check OOC stuff, it's much harder to follow the timeline of the game. Was this OOC stuff said before or after that IC stuff? Timestamps are an awkward way to follow a conversation.\n\nBut anyway, if the majority of you would prefer a separate OOC thread, I'm more than happy to do that. If not, I'll just italicize OOC text.\n\nBack to the plot: If you guys have nothing special to do with the resupplying, I'm going to jump it ahead maybe six or so hours, to contact with Yuri. I've had this bit written since my recent plane ride, so I'm anxious to get it off the scratch paper in my jacket pocket and onto the hard, cold, internet. I'm going to assume Alex sent back a confirmation message to Yuri, agreeing to meet at a certain time. \n\n\nTrevor manages to pull the ship out of the dangerous angle. Not pretty, but he does it okay, and Alex, coming up to the bridge to check up on the re-entry, doesn't mention it. Trevor is not sure whether she's pretending not to notice.\n\nThe next few hours go by in a hectic blur of haggling and loading up medical and other supplies. Ryder, in his element, picks out an assortment of necessary equipment and drugs. Hopping along the moon, named Ivangrad after a pioneering family, the crew finishes filling up the Hole with necessary items and head toward Yuri's shop.\n\n-----------------\n\nWhen the Hole enters Katma, she finds a city that clearly never gets any tourists. Heavily industrialized, most of its buildings are massive warehouses or factories that load their products into isotainers to be shipped 'round the moon or offworld. Lodged between two much larger and more expansive properties, the crew finds a few large piles of mostly rusted machinery. Amid the junkheaps a lone warehouse makes itself seen.\n\nTrevor lands at a dock a few hundred yards away, where isotainers, stacked neatly, await to be loaded onto cargo ships.\n\nA few of the crew leave the ship and walk to the warehouse, passing by a number of spare engine parts and half-assembled float and mule suspensions. The hangar door for the warehouse is open, and as the crew of the Hole walk in, they see dozens and dozens--perhaps a hundred or more--vehicles of all shapes and sizes in various states of repair, many of them simply parked in rows, some of them suspended from rafters, others in the middle of the shop being attended to.\n\nA handful of grease-covered mechanics look up as you enter, although a few more are too busy to do so. A middle-aged man of average height and build wipes his hands on a piece of cloth and calls over to you.\n\n\"Alex? Beck's friend, yes? Welcome!\"" }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "Alex was a bit amused when Abel brought his concerns to her. She smiled wryly into mule's anti-grav system she was currently patching up. Nice early morning work that.\n\n\"Heh, I ment the milk run sorta milk run, Abe.\" Alex fiddled intently with an old gasket as she talked before sighing and knocking the damn thing off and replacing it. \"We're hauling some old floats or mules or something. nothing dangerous. Can't hurt to be alert in this part of space but I think we're safe for now.\"\nThe new piece in place, Alex looked Abel in the eye before going on. \"Charlie's a whole different game. Like I said before, nice and mysterious. Could be lucrative.\"\n\n-----------------------\n\nAlex's eyes couldn't help but wander as she crossed through Yuri's workshop. Floats weren't her speciality but she was impressed and maybe made a little envious by the place. She took her eyes off the crafts and kept them on the man though, there was work to get done after all.\n\"Yeah, I'm Alexandra Gibbs. You're Yuri, right?\" Alex gave Yuri a firm handshake, not caring that she got some residual oil on her hand in the process. She'd dressed nice and professional like for the bussiness deal but if Yuri prefered to keep things informal she'd definately follow his lead. \"Nice to meet a fellow grease monkey, not to mention a family friend. Rebecca's family always seemed pretty good sorts in my book so I like doing bussiness with y'all.\" Alex smiled before changing the topic.\n\"Care to show what our bussiness is? You said you need float moved but looks like there's quite a few of 'em here...\"" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": " \n Originally Posted by roninkelt \n Everyone he speaks to finds him quite personable and easy to talk to. (I was going to rp all the encounters, but no one has replied to my overtures). \n \n\n ((I replied, didn't you notice? 😁\n\nHmm, maybe it would be better if I wrote speech in color, too, but I seem to have a faulty access to this forum from time to time, so that I can't use the HTML buttons. And I'm not overly fond of coding all this by hand...)) \n\nGrace has stayed aboard the Hole, dreamily whiling her time away in the greenhouse, tending her plants. When most oft the other crew have gone off ship, and the Hole seems deserted and silent, she vanishes into her cabin.\n\n\"Hello my darlings\", she softly purrs, fondly stroking the flowers of one of the orchids that grow in pots suspended from the ceiling, dry roots groping into the air. Their blooms are of an ageless, waxy beauty, displaying countless colors in Grace's world of brown and grey. Some of them flaunt their colors as warning signs for those who can read them: Grace has taken to keep her more... interesting plants in her own cabin, where no harm can come from them, no other crew member can accidentally run into their fatal beauty.\n\nGrace takes a squirt bottle from a messy shelf (absentmindedly holding back a pile of stuff that starts to slip as the bottly had supported it) and starts generating a soft fog for the plants that need to get their water and nutrients from the air." }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "After watching the others leave, Trevor sneaks into the infirmary to bind up his hand. He grabs a bit of gauze and furtively loops it around his palm, and secures it with a bit of tape, ignoring completely the idea of antiseptic.\n\nOnce finished, he slides on a pair of gloves to hide his self-inflicted injury and slinks back to the cockpit, where he is content to play video games and wait for the others to return." }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Does anyone go with him? Lee's there, but what about the rest? " }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "((That depends largely on Alex; Annalise would've been happy to accompany her, if she has the impression that her presence will be useful.))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Hey everybody, does anyone object to moving the game to myth-weavers.com? It's still this type of forum (vBulletin), and the colors are lamer, but their code is amazing. It's got the best of vBulletin and the best of rpol all put together!\n\n \n First of all, we can have our own individual forum and subforums even, better than rpol. Now I can make stickies and stuff! \n The dice are so, so much easier and more robust. You just type (dice)2d8 + d2 + 5(/dice), but with brackets, and it rolls them, tells you what each result was, adds them up, and puts it in a neat little box. It gets better than that if you want it to be, which is even better. \n There is still the option of PMs, but what's better is they have private text. I can just type (private=Sunfall)Hey, about the the type of vegetables in the garden...(/private) in the middle of a post, and only she can see the text, or even know that there is special text there. No more email, no more PMs, oh god I'm excited. \n There's OOC tags too. Your OOC text appears in a little box when the viewer moves his mouse over text you designate. No more parentheses or italics! \n So, so much more. They have DM screens, random generators for names and adventure hooks (all from user submissions I think), and more. \n \n\nTake a look at their (very impressive, I must say) FAQ here: http://www.myth-weavers.com/faq.php , you can go to any of the links under \"General Features\" and \"Using the Dice Roller\" to see the dice and OOC tags and other neat stuff I mentioned above.\n\nWhat do you guys think? Shall I start copying stuff over? It's just a quick signup for everybody.\n " }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\n \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n Alex was a bit amused when Abel brought his concerns to her. She smiled wryly into mule's anti-grav system she was currently patching up. Nice early morning work that.\n\n\"Heh, I ment the milk run sorta milk run, Abe.\" Alex fiddled intently with an old gasket as she talked before sighing and knocking the damn thing off and replacing it. \"We're hauling some old floats or mules or something. nothing dangerous. Can't hurt to be alert in this part of space but I think we're safe for now.\"\nThe new piece in place, Alex looked Abel in the eye before going on. \"Charlie's a whole different game. Like I said before, nice and mysterious. Could be lucrative.\" \n \n\n \"I'm sure you are right, but that kind of thing always raises my hackles. If it was so easy, why not pack the damn things into a crate and ship it on a dang Alliance freighter. The rates are cheaper and more secure.\"\n\n\"In any case, would you mind if a couple of us come along to the meet and help out? I promise to keep quiet unless spoken to.\" \n\nHe gives Alex his winningest smile.\n\n \"I'll even put on my sunday best so as to be presentable like.\" \n\n\nEDIT\n\nRe: Mythweavers - I'd be ok with that if they do a daily subscription email." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "\"No, no, no, you've got it all crabwise. We're the best, fastest, most secure ship in the verse, Abe, and don't you forget it. Appearances, they're everything.\" There's a tinge of indignation, meaning that Abel might have hit a nerve, but Alex doesn't seem all that serious. \"But it's not that strange shipping independent. Alliance will give you no end of fuss and don't hit most routes. Still... never hurts to be suspicious. Anyway, yeah, you can come meet Yuri if you want, long as you don't go y'know acting all suspicious, alright?\"" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "((Regarding the MythWeavers thing... It sounds shiny and all, but for me, it's a lot more convenient having all my games here, so I can check them all at once. I'll go along with what everyone else decides, but my vote would be to stay here.))" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " Putting out an APB for Jin, Boran, and Ryder...\n\nI'm going to assume Jin, Abel, and Lee go with Alex. Also, I'm moving the plot forward a little bit. You guys can roleplay however much you want.\n\nEdit: Yes, Myth-weavers does have RSS alerts for threads and forums. I'm willing to copy all of what has happened so far in this game over to that forum, do all the other work for the transition, to gain its awesome benefits (like no freakin downtime when comics come up). All you guys would have to do is make an account and post, pleeeeeeease? \n\n\n\nYuri smiles and nods hello to the others accompanying Alex, blissfully unaware of even the thought of being intimidated, not even by an eyepatch-wearin' man.\n\nIn response to Alex, Yuri laughs and shakes her head, \"No, not related to Beck. She friend of my cousin, though. But yes, business!\"\n\nHe leads Alex as he walks down his workshop. Lee follows closely, leaving Jin and Abel at a bit of a distance. \"We have many float late delivery. Near thirty, I think. Our old contractor is...\"--and here he gives the impression of picking his next words carefully--\"having problems.\"\n\nBrightening up, he continues, \"But no matter! You take our floats to Sephie. We pay you good money, short notice premium, yes?\"\n\nYuri and Alex talk about the specifics of the deal, and agree on a fee of 220c, payable upon delivery to Yuri's satellite office on Sephie. As the details are set down and the ID cards scanned, Yuri brings up a different topic.\n\n\"Oh, one other thing, you say you want do some work, well like I say before, not possible. All my team, very professional, my equipment state-of-art, you know.\" He pauses, but grins. \"Lucky for you, I have job I cannot do. Can give to you.\" He hands Alex a piece of paper.\n\nLee, watching all of this with unabashed protectiveness of Alex, keeps the rest of the mechanics in his field of vision. He squints as Yuri hands over the piece of paper.\n\n\"Go see him,\" Yuri continues. \"Dock mechanic at Lindon Docks in Peterville, back on Sephie. He has man dock there with interceptor, very broken. Man also very broken!\"\n\nYuri laughs at his own almost-pun. Lee is not amused.\n\n\"So you can fix on credit, maybe,\" Yuri finishes. With that, he instructs some of his men to begin loading the floats onto a gigantic cargo mule, to be taken to the Hole." }, { "author": "mainiac", "message": "((I couldn't find your game on mythweavers. Link please? I'm assuming that 220 is the post haggled price, right? Also, Sephie? That short for Peresephonie?))\n\nAlex keeps an upbeat outlook when Yuri mentions the troubles of the last transporter. \"Heh, don't worry about us having the same kinda troubles, Yuri, we're in this for the long haul.\"\n\nAlex thanks Yuri for the address as she descretely tucks it away in her back pocket. \"Yeah, let me go get all this organized in the old\" she says as they start moving the floats. \"Then there's nothing left but tea and dumplings.\"\n\nAs she heads away she falls in step beside Abel. \"Seems Yui's partners don't last too long, eh?\"" }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": " http://www.myth-weavers.com/forumdisplay.php?f=6758 , and yes to the other two questions.\n\nRejoice! I made it look real purdy, worked out the kinks, and I have to say, I can't even imagine coming back here for anything now. Take a look guys, especially at the Preludes folder and the Main Narrative thread." }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": " Abel \n\n \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n \"No, no, no, you've got it all crabwise. We're the best, fastest, most secure ship in the verse, Abe, and don't you forget it. Appearances, they're everything.\" There's a tinge of indignation, meaning that Abel might have hit a nerve, but Alex doesn't seem all that serious. \"But it's not that strange shipping independent. Alliance will give you no end of fuss and don't hit most routes. Still... never hurts to be suspicious. Anyway, yeah, you can come meet Yuri if you want, long as you don't go y'know acting all suspicious, alright?\" \n \n\n \"You are absolutely right Cap'n. My mistake... FAHNG-sheen , I said I'd keep my mouth shut.\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by mainiac \n As she heads away she falls in step beside Abel. \"Seems Yuri's partners don't last too long, eh?\" \n \n\n \"It seems not.\" \n\nOOC: for the GM \n Spoiler \n were any of the floats showing the signs of having been stolen? (busted keys/keypads, removed serial numbers or id plates, etc)\nInt/Perception (d6/d6) [roll]2d6[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Koji", "message": "((Sorry I have been so quiet. The boards haven't been working and I'm indisposed at the moment.))" }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "((Roninkelt, you can't edit in dice rolls; you need to make a new post for that.))" }, { "author": "Sunfall", "message": " ((Yup, Jannex is right. Had a hard time finding out that one by myself 😉 You can't even use the \"Preview\" option when dice rolls are included... At least, I never could...\n\nAs for in-time posting... I'm not sure whether to continue here or at Myth Weavers (I already registered), and I'll just wait for Koji, if that's not a problem 🙂 )) " }, { "author": "ancalimohtar", "message": "Register at MW, apply for the game (so that I can let you in so that you can actually post), and then you can post." }, { "author": "roninkelt", "message": "lets try this again\n (2d6)[ 8 ] \n\n\nI really don't care for the forum die rollers in any case..." } ]
[ { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The city was a patchwork of darkness and light, spotty fires still burning along the poor quarter. From your collective perch near the throne room window you could still hear the occasional shout of alarm from the populace below. Some of the guardsmen argued over whether the fires were the result of the sudden attack or just a diversion to keep the people distracted. The room held nearly fifty people, all fortunate survivors of the initial assault, and they huddled together as murmered conversation and frightened weeping swept across the crowd. The doors were barred from your side, a dozen men in the green and gray of the Vigilants standing watch as the heavy pounding on the other side grew stronger.\n\nMagister Renault stood at the throne as Tobin, the castle physician, did his best to tend to the king's injured leg. The queen stood stoic over her husband's left shoulder, any fear guarded by her emotionless mask. Two Vigilants, Remar and Polias, stood on either side of the group with a wary eye on the room. The conversation was hushed, the din of the crowd only making it more difficult to hear, and each of you felt the last half an hour coming back to you.\n\nEach of you had been roused from your sleep all too early. For some it was by the fearful cries of fellow servants or the painful rap of a magister's staff, but for others it was more complex. Rushed as you were, you'd barely managed to pull on proper clothing and grab your nearest possessions before castle guards arrived to escort you through the halls. An attack, they told you. Invaders already within the castle walls. The path to the throne room was marked by the signs of battle, blood smears on the walls and discarded bodies pushed to the the side to make room.\n\n Octavious \n \n Spoiler \nIt was along that path that you and your father met with a small group of armored assailants, dwarves and men both. The guards on your floor did their best to force them back but the fighting was fierce and the battlefield too cramped to prevent casualties. You father, trained with the gladius and spear, was a match for the dwarf he caught slipping through the guard's ranks, but the one he didn't see was too much for him. The blade bit deep, the blood too dark for the wound not to be mortal. He shoved the hide-wrapped bundle into your hands, demanding that you swear to see that that papers found their way to the hands of a Legion commander. The words were still on his tounge when the guards ushered you away, his arm falling limp at his side.\n\nNow, as you sat near the window of the throne room and listened to the enemy hammer at the only barrier keeping the people in this room safe, you held the bundle as close as your halberd.\n \n\n Raite \n \n Spoiler \nThe sword was light in your hand, half the size of what you were used to and still marked with the name of its owner. The thought of objecting when it was shoved into your hand in lieu of your own blade was followed by the realization that your own weapon was already gone, taken up by another as the doors to the barracks gave way and dwarves stormed the dining area. Training had been all that kept you alive, training and the men who stood by you as the group withdrew towards the castle proper. Linking up with the group who was escorting Magister Renault, you totalled only 8 when you arrived at the safety of the the throne room. Now you stood watch over the injured and the teriffied, hoping Captain Polias would come back with good news. And still, you held that unfamiliar weapon that bore the name Kelvan along its grip.\n \n\n Darien & Shalana \n \n Spoiler \nYou were among the first to be roused and rushed through the hallways towards the throne room. Being that both of your quarters were located in the king's hallway, you found yourselves marched alongside the king and queen, as well as Darien's older brother Theron.\n\nThe fighting came as a suprise to everyone, and as quickly as it had begun it was over. Seven dead dwarves, five dead guards from among both the Auldarian and Yunisian groups, and one badly injured king later you were secured in the castle's center. The wound to Phillipe's leg was deep and had greatly hindered his progress along the way. As you stood to the side of the throne, unable to approach despite your station, you could see the suffering the attack had caused. The castle housed over 1500 people earlier that night, and so few had made it to safety before the doors were barred. Some might still be hiding, hoping to avoid notice until it was all over.\n\nMembers of the Vigiliants and Shah Risarad stood in close proximity as Theron studied the group around the throne, clearly trying to piece together what was being said.\n \n\n\nThe conversation came to a sudden end as a deep, resounding crack rose from the doorway, splinters of the great oak doors spraying inwards. The men around the entry tensed and readied their weapons. Each of you was drawn away from the sight as your name was called and motions were made for you to draw near the throne. Your approach entered you into a conversation mid-phrase.\n\n \"...there would be less chance of a smaller group being noticed.\" The magister spoke softly, without passion. It was his way to be level-headed during a conflict, and this was no exception. King Phillipe looked over the lot of you, pain obvious in his eyes as he spoke.\n\n \"The doors will not hold and we fear there will be no mercy. The throne of Auldaria is in peril but it's heirs must not be. We have a way to get you to safety.\" He focused on Darien, Theron, and Shalana for a time. \"You three must not be here when these men break through. You will only strengthen their position. There are tunnels from before the old wars. They lead to the coast and you can follow the shore south to Dumphrie. There will surely be ships to take you to Yunis there. I will send six of my best men to see you safe and you will have the Shah Risarad.\" \n\nAt that Eliyni, the Shah Risarad's senior swordswomen, made gestures to four of her own. Those four took positions near the five guardsmen that had been selected for the task. The remaining dozen fell back to form up near the door. She laid a hand on Shalana's shoulder, her voice heavily accented. \"My four best to go with them. The rest, we stay. Yunis protects her allies.\" \n\nThe gathered gave no objection. The king continued, grimacing as Tobin pulled tight on the wrappings around his leg. \"Magister Renault insists that his young apprentice will be of help to you.\" He offers a difficult smile to the girl, then sets his eyes on Dacin. \"I am sending this page, as well. He's swift and capable.\" He leaned in and motioned Dacin closer. \"I've heard such things about you so I must entrust you with a task. While my sons travel to safety, I want you to take the Market Road north and visit the three forts along that route. Bring word of this to the commander of each, tell them what has occured. They will know what must be done.\" He shifted his attention back to Theron. \"See that he recieves written messages with your seal before you part ways.\" He leaned over and took up two small pouches from beside the throne, handing one each to Darien and Theron. \"This is all we could obtain from the treasury before the fighting became too thick. It should be more than enough for passage and food along the way.\" \n\nCaptain Polias stepped away to converse with one of the men by the door, returning with a greatsword in his hands, the leather of its sheath a faded gray. He held it out to Raite, taking the longsword in exchange. \"I'm sure Hadley can make due with this. You'll need a blade you're comfortable with but I don't envy you the weight. Dumphrie is a lengthy walk. Form up with the others, take your orders from Cross and remember what you've been taught. Once they are out to sea, I want you to go straight to your uncle's estate and see that he sends aid. Remind him that he owes me.\" \n\nMagister Renault took Worm by the shoulder and slapped a book into her hands. It was thin and light, bound by string with a cover that was worn by age. Small strips of vellum poked out of the pages in places, different from the material of the book. They appeared to be spell-strips, incantations bonded into written words that Renault often spent days creating. \"You take this book. It will help you continue your training while we are seperated. Do not grow lax, I am counting on you. Few can do the things that you can do. You have a great responsibility.\" \n\nRenault moved to the wall, sliding a hand along the statue of Auldaria's first king. A few moments later it responded with a slow, rough grinding sound. The statue slid backwards, taking a small section of wall with it. Beyond, a stairwell descended into darkness.\n\nKing Phillipe eased back in the chair as the room's doors shook from another heavy blow. \"There is little time. You must be off.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nAngry, frustrated, tired, confused, and particularly distraught, Shalana stood with the best posture she could muster, and accepted the kings words quietly. The events of the night had settled on her like a dark fog, and her normally boisterous mouth was completely lost for words.\n\nShe shifted uncomfortably on her feet and the awkwardness of turmoil overwhelmed her. She felt like crying, but she also felt like fighting, and the difference between the two states was causing her already high level of anxiety to reach a feverish peak.\n\nBlood rushed into her head and she opened her mouth, \" Is there an extra sword I could take? I would feel better if I could meet our enemies with steel inbetween us.\" The tension in her seemed to release as she said it, and the dark fog around her lifted as a steely exterior took hold." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite looked on nervously. The presence of so many of the kingdom's powerful doing as much, if not more, to put him off, as the pounding at the door and the death already witnessed. his eyes wandered about the room as his mind attempted to make sense of what was happening.\n\nThe familiar sound of command in Captain Polias' voice snapped Raite back to attention and military discipline took over as he listened intently to his orders. The comforting weight of the greatsword further calmed his nerves and he saluted Captain Polias. \"My honor, Captain.\" With one last look towards the battered door, Raite took his place with the other Vigilants and awaited the order to move." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Capital idea. I'd feel better if I could meet our enemies with her steel in between us, too.\" \nIt's exactly the sort of thing one might have expected the sardonic, less-than-respectful youngest son of King Philippe to say, although now his cultured voice was bitter-bright, pulled taut like a harpstring with the awareness of danger.\n\nDarien leaned against a column near the throne, ankles crossed, arms folded over his chest and fingers drumming nervously; his green eyes were puffy with lack of sleep and long lashes drooped low. The prodigal prince was fair-haired, with high cheekbones and an aquiline nose--a striking, aristocratic face, pretty in a way that could not quite be called boyish anymore. His build was lean, tall for his age, wiry rather than strong: whipcord over bone. He took in the room, his mouth a thin line, and received the pouch given to him with the flick of a hand, slim and long-fingered--a harper's hand, or a thief's. He started for the secret passage; stopped and turned, unable to leave with a certain thing unsaid, though he knew the response.\n \"I'm not eager to become High Advisor, Father. Come with us--two soldiers could carry you. Mother, you're not hurt, you could walk.\" \nHis free hand clenched into a trembling, white-knuckled fist, the coldness of his voice a dam for unshed tears." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nHis light gray eyes were red and bloodshot as he struggled to hold his tears back. His soft hands trembled visibly. He was just as brave as any soul remaining in the throne room but he was still so young, and the death of his father replayed over and over in his mind. He felt like screaming! He braced himself on his halberd as he buckled over and threw up his dinner instead.\n\nIt all seamed so surreal to him, the invasion came so swift, so effective, it was executed exactly how it was written in his Battlefield Strategy Textbooks. Except this was real life, and he had no Legion at his back. He felt helpless, he didn't know any of these people. Why were they running? Didn't they have an army? We should be fighting! He thought to himself. That thought quickly vanished as a guard ushered him over by the Kings side.\n\nHe was hardly listening to the words as the King spoke, he was angry with them, all of them! This would have never happened on Valexian soil! He gripped his halberd tightly in his left hand and grinded his teeth. The sound of the old statue grinding on the ground pulled him away from his thoughts for a moment. Without waiting for an order to do so he quickly stepped through the portal, cutting off the shaken Yuni girl. He didn't need to be told, he understood what was happening...they were running away.\n\nHe gripped the rolled parchment in his right hand and held it to his heart. Quietly he whispered to himself as he began down the hallway.\n\n \"I will not fail you father...\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The scrawny apprentice stood off to the side, her round ochre eyes darting nervously back and forth. The crack and splinter of the door causes her to flinch, and out of the corner of her eye she sees the Velaxian expel the night's feast, causing her freckled skin to go pallid with a wave of her own nausea. She takes a partial step toward the boy to make sure he is alright, then decides against it and steps back, managing to cross over her own foot and turn in a circle.\n\nThe sound of her name being called grabs her attention, and she approaches the throne, eyes locked on the wound to the king's leg. She lowers herself into a stiff, deep bow, and something wriggles visibly within her pale-green robes. Nose crinkling, she straightens and peeks down the front of her outfit, making a hushing nose between the gap in her front teeth.\n\nWhen King Phillipe indicated that she was to leave, her mouth widened into a little O, and as Renault pressed the book and spell-slips into her hand, she blinks rapidly, trying to assure herself she isn't asleep.\n\n \"But, Magister, I have not even learned how to, you know, well, a lot of things and I don't think that I would be of much help, even with - wait, I haven't seen this book before.\" She flips open the corner and attempts to peer at the writing before regarding the magister again. \"What I mean is sir, shouldn't I stay with you. Er.\" A furitive glance to the door and the beads of sweat on her brow prove this to be an empty sentiment, and she grins broadly at the wizard, her toothy smile not quite matching the mood of the room.\n\n \"Because what if we're seperated and, you know, never exactly unseperated? I mean, I don't have exact numbers, but there are certainly many more of them, and what if you should suddenly find yourself, um, um...dead?\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe slender young page was a bit of a mess. His dark blond hair was a far cry from the neat cut expected of a representative of the throne, and for once revealed the slightly pointed ears that betrayed his half-elven birth. He took in the scene with an attempt at stoicism that didn't really succeed, not really. It was true that his young life so far had been full of surprises, not the least of which being his appointment as a castle page in the first place, though he'd since come to understand the politics behind it.\n\nBut this...this was totally unexpected. Dismissal from castle service had seemed like the worst possible outcome on any given day, and now he faced the prospect of a painful death if he failed his task and at best an uncertain future even if he succeeded. It wasn't a very pleasant prospect in the slightest, but he knew he'd never be able to live with himself if his nerve broke now...\n\nDacin bowed low before the king, \"It shall be done, on my life.\" He hesitated a moment, and his voice cracked only a little as he went on, \"It has been an honor to be in your service, your majesty. May the gods go with you.\" \n\nMoving off he bowed to Prince Theron, \"Milord, perhaps it'd be best if we were off...the sooner we go, the more chance we have to succeed, and with you travel the hopes of the kingdom.\" \n\nAs he waited to follow the prince out, Dacin's gaze caught on the terrified faces of the other pages who had made it into the hall. They were dead, they just didn't know it yet.\n\n There but for the grace of the king go I , he thought.\n\nHe shuddered and looked away, forcing himself to look instead at the others who might yet live. The brother princes he knew, having served them both at one time or another. The Yunisian princess had been served mostly by her own people, but he'd heard a rumor or two. Hearing her ask for a sword seemed in character...but of course she was from Yunis, and they were a warrior folk.\n\nHis gaze caught on the girl scribe. The book she clutched so tightly must be important if she carried it instead of a weapon. Important...or valuable. He contemplated this for a moment longer, then shook his head to clear it. Now was neither the time nor place. But perhaps those both would not be long in coming...\n\nThe other guards and soldiers he passed over with just a glance. They would fight if called on, but if it came to a fight they were probably already doomed. Speed was their only ally now, and Dacin could feel the time slipping away.\n\nHe looked up at Theron again and added with greater urgency, \"Milord...\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "King Phillipe shakes his head in response to Darien's questions. \"You must move quickly. Carrying me will just slow everyone down. You will not stop to fight.\" This was clearly directed at Shalana. \"If battle finds you, let those who have pledged their lives in your defense deal with it. You run, fast and far, if you are in danger. I will not have a royal daughter of Yunis dead on my soil.\" \n\nThe queen sets her hand over Phillipe's, her mask unwavering. \" I will stay by your father's side. Your presence here will only give these men something to threaten us with. Your father would never betray his country, even to save his children, so you must not be here when they get through that door.\" \n\nMagister Renault shakes his head in response to Worm's questions. \"Swords and axes are no match for the power of magic, girl. I can do things that these Spine-born can't even imagine. As could you, if you'd dedicate more time to following orders and less to asking pointless questions.\" He rapped his staff against the wall, the sound reverberating through the throne room with suprising force. His voice seemed to rise with it, as well. \"Now, everyone through the passage. It won't close easily so we have no time to spare.\" \n\nTheron nods and steps forward, motioning for Dacin to follow at his back. Cross hands out three lanterns among his men, setting two more aside for others to take. The glow from them seems muted in the well-lit room, but they'll no doubt serve well in the tunnels below. The Vigilants are so busy with their preparations that they do not move to stop Octavius as he slips through the passage behind them. Four of the soldiers move to take up the rear of the group as their Yunisan counterparts form up near the front. As they step towards the passage the sound of crumbling stone rises up to meet them...\n\n Octavius \n\nThe stairs decend and the light from the throne room fails to illuminate any further than the fourth step. It is that same step that shifts when you put your weight on it, the stone cracking beneath your feet. You spill forward, hands lashing out for something to stop your imminent descent into the darkness below.\n\n ( Our first in-game dice roll. Reflex save vs DC 12. ) " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana did her best to not smart off to Darien at his comment, and burned a little inside when he had said it. The king's order to run was distasteful and frustrating, but she had come here to find peace with the Auldarians, and if running away was key to preserving that, she would do it. She bowed before the king and said, \" You are an honor to your people and your family, thank you for all you have done. \" Shalana quickly fell into ranks and walked with them as they left." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nThe darkness does nothing to waiver his descent. It's that damn 4th step that trips him up. As soon as he sets his foot down he realizes what a fool he'd been for starting off by himself.\n\nThe step starts to give under him, unfortunately for Octavius he's too many things on his mind to feel the slight give in the step until he's already shifted his entire weight over. Too late to catch himself he falls forward. Desperately trying to save himself from the fall, he swings his halberd out in front of him attempting to hook it on a step, or handrail, anything!\n\nUnfortunately, (Reflex Roll: 9) he finds nothing and he tumbles down the stone staircase, skinning his knees and elbows on every step. He drops his halberd frantically trying to stop his fall, but to no avail. Finally his plunge down the staircase comes to a brief halt when his head slams into the stone wall.\n\nHe lays there for a minute trying to find his bearings...\n\nSlowly, he begins to sit up. He reaches to the side of his face where his head connected with the wall. Wet.. He brings his hand to his mouth to taste his fingers, its blood.\n\nHe sits there, his head pounding, his body aching all-over...Without the energy to pick himself up, he justs waits for the others." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Cross holds up a hand from his place at the front of the group, a signal for everyone to stop. \"Two by two, watch your step. These tunnels look to be in bad shape.\" At that he turns to Raite and inclines his head down into the tunnel. \"Take a lantern and get down there. Fast but careful. See if the Velaxian is alright.\" At that he pauses to check that everyone is in line and allow for any last minute conversation. Another impact sends cracks spidering out across the doors, eliciting a gasped cry from several in the room.\n\n ( That's two painfully discarded hit points for Octavius. ) " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe half-elf winced as he watched the Velaxian soldier tumble down the stairs. His night vision gave him an excellent view of the lad's graceless roll down the steps, and what he saw wasn't pretty. \"That had to hurt,\" he muttered to himself. Looking at the bruised soldier, he saw him sit up and touch his head. Still alive, then. Maybe he'd learn something. As for himself, Dacin made a note to watch which steps bore the weight of the armored soldiers and to only step where they had. Any stone that could bear a man in mail would hardly be upset by his own slight frame.\n\nPutting the clumsy soldier out of his mind, Dacin followed Prince Theron into the passageway. He quickly seized one of the two lanterns that had been left by Cross. Not only would it do his keen eyes twice as much good as it would any of the rest of the party, but he figured it would have to be worth something to someone down the line, and you had to take your opportunities when they appeared.\n\nSpeaking of which...\n\nDacin leaned forward and spoke quietly to Theron, \"Milord, perhaps it'd be best if you wrote those messages now. If the dwarves have found the tunnels, we may soon be too busy fighting and running to have another chance. If you'd like, I'll hold the lantern for you, and you can write them on the move.\" He paused, then perked up as if he'd just thought of something, \"If you could append an order to have the fort commanders provide me with a fresh horse on my arrival, I'd be most grateful. I'll be able to get the word out much faster that way.\" He frowned as if in thought, then added, \"And if you have it to spare, some coin to buy a horse for the first leg of the journey would be helpful as well or...perhaps an order allowing me to requisition one. Time is of the essence now.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's face falls at the magister's reprimand, and she seems to take the criticism to heart, hugging the book tightly under one arm as she snatches up the remaining lantern. To Renault, she says lamely, \"Then, um, I guess I will see you later, Magister.\" \n\nEven as she walks toward the opening in the wall, her pace seems to pick up, and she turns to add, \"And I will study even harder while we are apart! You won't be disappointed!\" Flashing her bright smile, she whirls around to enter the tunnel, stopping short to hold the lantern out to the Njortevian boy when the Vigilant orders him down. She shuffles along after the others, taking extreme care on the staircase. The steps in the tower had claimed their share of skin from her knees and palms, and these seemed far nastier.\n\nMore movement in her robe, accompanied by a gentle chittering, and she freezes, stuffing her nose down the collar of her robe and hissing, \"Be still!\" Whatever it is seems to settle, and she resumes her slow descent." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana just barely contained herself from running down when she saw Octavius fall. Not wanting to fall as well, she waited impatiently to hear about his condition." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince, after a long, tense moment, bows his head in acknowledgement; his eyes are bright, light sparkling off of them, and he blinks to clear them of wetness.\n \"As we must, then. Come, brother. I'm sure it will be fun and ponies.\" \n\nHe gestures to allow the others down the stair before him, wincing as Octavius falls; then he himself makes his way down carefully but nimbly, glancing back at the others.\n \"There'll be plenty of time to lose hands and feet later,\" he says with sardonic cheer, coming up beside Octavius and helping him reach his feet.\n \"Here, have a swig of this,\" Darien adds, and reaches down to his belt. His graceful hand comes up produces a silver flask; he twists its stopper off, and holds it out to the Velaxian. The scent of strong alcohol hits the air." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite takes a lantern from the nearest Vigilant and quickly moves down the stairs. Watching every step carefully and moving with a grace obtained from long hours of sword practice, the large youth reaches the side of the young velaxian and checks his condition asking, \"Are you alright, sir?\" Raite attempts to administer any battlefield aid that he deems appropriate while reporting Octavius's condition to Cross.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHeal check to aid Octavius (if possible): 9\n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Octavius' injuries seem largely superficial, with the gash above his temple being of the most concern. While it is quite bloody, common for head injuries, the actual cut is rather small and holding pressure to it should stop the bleeding.\n\nTheron looks over to Dacin as the group begins to move forward. His hand rests on the hilt of his shortsword but that does nothing to hide the fact that it is shaking. \"We don't have the materials and we should be moving quickly. Once we're out of harm's way I will have the letters drawn up and a horse provided.\" \n\nCross motions for the group to move forward and the column descends the stairs. The lantern light provides enough warning about unsteady surfaces that everyone is able to descend with little trouble. Raite calls up, noting that the Velaxian does not appear to be badly injured. The group arrives at the bottom of the stairs shortly thereafter. The sound of grinding stone echoes from above as the light of the throne room fades away. The sound of startled shouts muted by the closing of the passage.\n\nAs Shalana offers a shoulder to help Octavius to his feet, the Vigilants and Shah Risarad evenly distribute the lanterns to give as much light across the column as possible. Cross gives Darien a stern look as the boy presents his flask but the soldier says nothing against it. Instead he looks the Velaxian over and sets a hand on his shoulder. \"Can you walk without support?\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe young page bowed to Theron as he replied, \"As you say, milord.\" He held the position to allow the prince to move ahead of him, then swore under his breath and followed.\n\nDacin had serious doubts that dwarves of all people would neglect the possibility of an underground escape and suspected that the hoped for 'out of harm's way' would be a long time in coming. He also wasn't sure where Theron thought they were going to acquire a horse in the tunnel or on the seashore. It seemed to him that Theron was still thinking like royalty rather than how he should be thinking...like a fugitive.\n\nBut of course, if royalty weren't capable of making bad decisions, then they wouldn't be in this terrible position in the first place...though, to be fair to the soon to be late King Phillipe, it was hard to see what he could have done differently besides not sign the alliance with Yunis in the first place.\n\n That, Dacin thought to himself, assumed that Nasjtor had attacked purely to break the Auldaria-Yunis alliance before it could bear fruit. \n\nThe interminable lessons in etiquette and nobility he'd attended did seem to have borne some fruit. He could almost hear his instructor's droning voice as he thought on the political situation of the various realms.\n\nBesides, it was better than thinking about the stark terror he should be feeling and the likelihood of his imminent painful death. Politics, while boring, was also something distracting to think about and he desperately needed some distraction right about now.\n\nHe glanced at the young betrothed couple, taking a long look at first Shalana then Darien...then finally his gaze fell on Octavious as he contemplated. It was true, Dacin thought, that a fully-fledged unification of Auldaria and Yunis would threaten Nasjtor...but it would also weaken Velaxia's position as the pre-eminent nation in the world. Could these dwarves be mercenaries in the hire of Velaxia? Maybe. But perhaps there is something else they want. Something hidden beneath the castle, perhaps? Hmmm... \n\nDacin slowed his pace a tad until the girl scribe was walking beside him. He leaned slightly toward her and smiled at her, \"I'm Dacin, by the way. Nice to meet you, though I'd have wished for better circumstances. I've got to admit, I never expected to be down here. I didn't even know there was a down here to be! I don't suppose Magister Renault ever mentioned these tunnels, or what dangers or treasures might be down here, did he?\" " }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nSlowly climbs to his feet with the Dariens support. Not impressed with Dariens comment in the least he replies with contempt \"You'd think with all your peoples running that they'd at least build a proper escape route\" he holds a stern glare with the younger prince...but then his expression fades to one of pity, \"Alas, building tunnels and fighting dwarves do seem a bit over your heads.\" With that he gives Darien a cold shoulder and begins to walk away with only a small limp. \"I don't drink\" he finally calls out.\n\nAfter moving several feet a rush of blood flows to his head, he stables himself agaisnt the wall before turning to acknoledge Raite and Cross. With all the determination he can muster, he nods grimly, \"I'll be fine.\" \nHe walks along next to Raite using the light from the lantern Raite is holding.\n\nAgain his thoughts fall inward, While they may be fools, I'll probably need there help getting out of here alive. He takes a deep breath to regroup.\n\nHe stops suddenly and holds Raite's shoulder, while his other hand grabs at his pocket quickly. \"I've dropped my things!\" he exclaims while searching his body for the scroll his father gave him. \"Will you help me find them?\" he begs, almost apologetically. Already scanning the floor where he had fallen." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"No, but I bet you'll start,\" the younger prince says with a shrug, and downs a swig of whiskey himself; his face screws up for a moment as he swallows.\nHe's already noticed and begun scooping up the dropped documents when Octavius bends down for them.\n \"I'm going to forgive those remarks. Just this once, because of the situation.\" his voice is whisper-quiet, barely more than a breath in the Velaxian's ear, and remarkably serious for a dandy. \"Because we need to work together, not fight. But just because of that.\" \nHe rises to his feet, documents in his hand, glances down at them, then hands them over.\n\n \"Well, a fine start. Do let's hurry on.\" " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite forms up with his comrades once again to await further orders, but not without a quick glance in Prince Darien's direction. Such behavior would never be tolerated among the ranks of the Royal Vigilants, but what does a simple boy of Nasjtor know about the stresses of Noble life. The Three know his own throat was filling just a bit parched at the moment, and he didn't stand to lose his father, his mother, and his kingdom in the same day. Raite has never understood those who envied the Noble class. Much better to know your job and perform it to the best of your abilities than to be faced with the uncertainty that must come with being the one to make the decisions that so many lives would hinge upon. Raite turns to look at Cross, who's comforting presence confirms that those who know how to handle the current situation are nearby and will lead the small party to safety." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "The prince catches the glance and holds it for a moment, and then holds the flask out towards Raite, prepared to toss it to the young soldier." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana cursed in her own mind as Octavius didn't even bother a thank you for the help up. These people do not understand the situation at all, fighting each other, rushing ahead. They are so blasted SELF ABSORBED! She dusted herself off in a nervous twitch, pulling on her unwieldy dress that had been assigned to her, she never would have worn such a thing at home by choice. And that blasted king refused to give me a weapon worthy of any fight we might get in. Trust the soldiers, bah, we are running for our lives, and our lives could be decided by knowing when to stand and fight. \n\nShalana let out a sigh, and seeing the prince's outstretched hand, she grabbed the bottle from it as gently as she could and took a slow drink from it. Handing it back to him she said, \" Thank you. It could be the last time I ever taste anything. \" With that she made ready to move again.\n\nLooking over her shoulder she counted how many were together. She hoped it would be enough to survive.\n\n(OOC: Could I get a count of how many people total including bodyguards please :-) )" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Craning her neck to see the extent of the Velaxian injuries, the redhead turns to Dacin, returning his smile a little shyly. \"My name's Worm.\" She considers his question for a moment, then shakes her head. \"Nope, he never mentioned 'em. Never read anything about 'em either, but I suppose they'd be pretty poor escape tunnels if a lotta people knew they were there.\" \n \"Doesn't seem like a very good place to keep treasure either. I mean, maybe no one'd find it, but if they did you wouldn't have anyone to guard it.\" She twirls her fingers absently in her fluffy, tangled hair.\n\n \"Dangers? Other than collapsing pieces of infrastructure, maybe some rats and spiders, maybe even snakes if the conditions're right. Which would mean the dangers are pretty much debris, poisoning and disease,\" she says matter-of-factly in the way one might discuss the weather. \"And, I dunno, maybe some deadly traps, but probably not. Magister Renault would have mentioned that. Maybe.\" \n\nShe tenses up a little at the confrontation between the Velaxian and Prince Darien, but quickly relaxes when the boys ease up. Her focus then goes to Prince Theron for his reaction, the tips of her ears reddening a bit as she looks at the older boy." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nodded at Worm, \"That makes sense, I guess. Too bad, it'd have been useful if we could find more supplies on our way out.\" He shrugged sadly, then looked ahead to witness the little 'discussion' between Octavius and the not-so-happy couple.\n\nHe sighed. A Velaxian being arrogant, a Yunisian being socially awkward, and Prince Darien being an irresponsible smart-ass. Check, check, and check. He glanced at Worm and caught the look in her eyes as she stared at Prince Theron, and snorted to himself, and the servant girls are all in love with the princes. Check. It'd be just another day in the castle if there weren't all those dwarves trying to kill us.... \n\nDacin fully turned his attention to Worm, and as was his wont when not dealing with the upper class, just said what he was thinking, \"That's an interesting name you've got there. Is this one of those apprentice things where you get an unhappy name until you make journeywoman and then get a slightly better one until you get to pick a name for yourself when you make master? I've heard there are some guilds that work that way. I even met a guy who's been called 'Stinky' for thirty something years now, 'cause he's a lousy thie...err...guildmember.\" \n\nHe smiled at her, \"If its not like that, I'd change it if I were you.\" He casually flicked a lock of her red hair out of her face, \"'cause you really look more like the Robin than the Worm from where I'm standing.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm crosses her eyes and bats at the page's hand, looking a little confused. She shakes her head at the boy, grinning.\n\n \"Nah, I ain't in any guilds, it's just my name. Has been ever since I was tiny, you know? Lots of worse things folks can call you, after all.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin laughed, the sound echoing a bit down the tunnel before he covered his mouth to suppress his mirth. Once he was finished, he added in a quieter voice, \"You're an odd one, Worm, I'll give you that. Try to stay safe...I think the world's a more interesting place with you in it.\" His cap was gone, he'd lost it in the run to the throne room, but he made the same tipping motion he would have had he still had it before increasing his pace and returning to Theron's side.\n\n Now, he thought to himself, if only Prince Theron can muster half the wit of the little Worm, maybe we'll be able to get out of this alive. He winced slightly as he recalled Theron's hand shaking on the hilt of his sword. Gods help us, we might be better off with Darien or Shalana in charge!! \n\nThe thought was frightening. So frightening, in fact, that it took an effort of will not to run off on his own into the darkness, and only the knowledge that if there were any dwarves down there, being on his own was guaranteed to be fatal, whereas he might be able to slip away if it came to a fight with the rest of the group on hand.\n\nBut it was a near thing.\n\nHe took a deep breath to try and steady himself, and hoped he wasn't showing how scared he really was." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite smiles in embarrassment at the offered flask in the hand of the young prince. He declines with a barely perceptible shake of his head and a quick look towards Cross. Duty first..." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe prince shrugs, giving Raite a crooked half-smile for a moment, and then surrenders his flask to his fiancée. The contents are a startlingly strong whiskey, lightly spiced, and burn enough to water the eyes of someone inexperienced with liquor.\nWhen she's finished, he accepts the flask back and stoppers it; his hand reaches cross-body to return it to his belt, and when it comes back up, he's holding a dagger, the hilt extended towards Shalana. The long, straight sheath lies flat along the inside of his arm as he offers it to her unobtrusively: it's obviously not meant for hunting or for use as a tool--its balance and narrow shape make it out to be a knife-fighter's blade, or an assassin's. He draws no attention to it as he passes it over, instead reaching out to straighten some bit of Shalana's clothing.\n \"Come, now, my lady,\" he murmurs. \"I'm sure you'll live long enough to taste at least two more things.\" \n\nThen he keeps moving; occasionally, his head half-turns in Dacin and Worm's direction: he may be listening in, or just making sure everyone's hurrying along.\n\n\n (Taking 10 on Sleight of Hand for 13, if someone is really bound and determined to spot him.) " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Darien recieves a cuff to the back of the head as his brother passes by, an all too common occurance for the younger prince. It was Theron's way of showing he disapproved of something Darien had done, though the list was long enough to make determining what it was pretty difficult. Cross motioned the group forward and the Vigilants began a steady march.\n\n \"Let's keep conversation to a minimum. I don't want any suprises.\" The passage is carved stone, wide enough in some places for three people to walk side by side but narrow often enough to keep the group in a two by two formation. The air grows colder as you progress and the lantern light kicks shadows across the slate gray walls, savage beasts rising and vanishing at the the corners of your vision. The tunnel bisects after several minutes and Cross leads the group along the right fork, keeping is lantern high to cut through the oppressive gloom.\n\nThe trek feels like it is taking forever, each step revealing only more of the same. More rock, more darkness. The occasional spider or vermin. When the sound of approaching footfalls and clanking metal arise from behind you, it's almost a welcome change. Cross turns back his eyes narrowed as he takes in the sound. \"Double time, move!\" At the command, the Vigilants in the rear push forward, urging the group to a steady jog. Your lungs begin to ache as you suck in chilled air, keeping pace if only to avoid being trampled. The sounds of your pursuers begin to fade and the possibility of losing them shines bright ahead of you.\n\nThen you follow a soft curve in the tunnel and come face-to-face with broken stone and packed dirt. A wall of collapsed tunnel stands in your way, thick and heavy and immobile. Cross allows a curse as he wheels around, pushing through the group to join up with the Vigilants who now stand between you and the approaching sounds. \"A cave-in.\" He motioned to the soldiers, who formed a wall of shield and steel. The Shah Risarad filled in the space between the Vigilants and the nobles, dropping into practiced stances. \"No time to double back. Vigiliants at the ready. Form a wedge. We need to break through them to get back to the fork. Raite, back with the others. Don't let them get through.\" \n\nTheron's blade is in his hand and he steps forward to stand between the Yunisian rear guard and the non-combatants. He glances back over his shoulder to Darien. \"If they get through. ONLY then.\" \n Dacin \n\nAs you work to catch your breath, your eyes catch a small network of cracks in the wall to the right of the group. The cracks are thick enough to reveal an open space beyond the crumbling wall.\n\n ( Everyone who grew up in, or has lived in the castle for several years, has likely heard stories of an earthquake over a decade ago that collapsed an eastern section of the castle walls. This could easily be linked to this cave-in, as earthquakes are uncommon in western Auldaria. ) " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe speed with which the Dwarves had made it into the tunnel behind them was an unpleasant surprise. Someone talked, he realized. Everyone behind them was dead, then, and some of them had probably died badly. He shuddered at the thought.\n\nIt is said that fear of death can be a wonderful mind sharpener. That was the case for Dacin, who for the first time in his life experienced the elescren , that Elvish intuitive flash that allowed him to spot a potential secret door with just a glance. Afterwards, he'd never be able to tell you exactly what he'd seen that had been the key. Perhaps a glint of the light of his lantern passing through the wall to hit something on the other side, maybe a glance at the spider-web of cracks had suggested an emptiness beyond, it could have been the feel of air blowing from that direction or the echo of their bootsteps in the space beyond. Or maybe it was a little of all of these that came together to tell Dacin what he needed to know.\n\nThere was space beyond the wall to the right. And if there was space, maybe there was a door.\n\nHe turned and looked at the rest of the group and noticed that Theron was busy with the troops. Darien, then. \n\nHe tapped Prince Darien on the shoulder and gestured to the wall. Keeping his voice down so it wouldn't carry down the hall to the approaching dwarves he said \"Milord, there's a space beyond this wall.\" He shined the lantern's light onto the wall and pointed at the largest crack, \"Look! You can see right through there. Its possible we can smash through it, but we should look for a door first. If there's a way to open the door with out destroying it we can then close it behind us and make it that much harder for the dwarves to find us! Also, if its a room and not a corridor back there, we may not be able to flee into it, but only hide until the Dwarves are gone, so smashing it open would doom us.\" \n\nHe hesitated, then added, \"If it is a room back there, then someone's going to have to stay behind or else they'll know to look for us, probably find us, and that'll be the end...\" \n\nGlad that he didn't have to be the one to make that kind of decision, Dacin set his lantern down on the ground and started searching carefully, leaving it to Darien to decide how he wanted to use the information he'd been given.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana had recieved the dagger gracefully from Darien and she found herself feeling a moment of deep gratitude. She kept close to him during the trek, and when they reached the dead end, she whispered in his ear, \" Thank you. \"\n\nGratitude had always been awkward for her, Yunis was a land of discipline and position set by birthright. Battle and honor were a part of her blood, but this Auldaria, she felt completely out of place. The sounds of the enemy drawing near frightened her, but not for fear of battle, but from fear of being stuck in an unwinnable position. Regardless the prince was right, before the end she would at least taste the blood of her enemies and probably her own.\n\nShe stood upright, and that place of discipline surged into her, they may yet survive, luck was a fickle mistress. That's when Dacin spoke. Shalana waited for the prince to make his decision." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite waited silently in formation with the other Vigilants, his grip on the hilt of his greatsword tightening as the dwarven party came closer. The weapon was ill suited for use in these close quarters, but Raite silently vowed he would find a way to make the enemy pay dearly for trying to reach those he was sworn to defend. A look of grim determination, mirroring that of the other guards, fixed itself upon Raites face and he marveled briefly at the sense of calm settling over him as the sound heralding what would most likely be his death approached." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Standing nearby, Worm looks over as Dacin points out the cracks in the wall. It was a good find, but looking for a door hardly made sense. They were in an escape tunnel, not the castle, and this looked like a problem that could only be solved by brute strength - something that neither she nor the two boys looked to possess.\n\n \"Vigilant Cross!\" Worm whispers loudly, several times if needed to get the man's attention.\n\n \"Look at what Dacin found!\" The girl gestures broadly at the cracked wall, nearly smacking Shalana in the nose as she does. \"If a couple of big guys hit it there - \" she indicates one of the larger cracks that intersects with several smaller ones, \" - really hard, I bet you could knock it in. It could be another branch that'd got collapsed in, right?\" " }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n So this is it? Octavius thought to himself as he regained his breath. With the sounds of marching becoming more clear Octavius's mind sobers a bit. Standing there, waiting for your body to be torn to bits by a large dwarven force has a way of kicking you off your high horse.\n\nHe slid the papers into a pocket in his trousers carefully. With both hands now free to wield his halberd. He looked at it then, such a marvolous weapon. His grandfather wielded this very weapon in battle, and his father before him. On one side of the blade it bore the Velexian Legion's insignia, on the other his family crest, hand carved, it must have taken hours even days to etch the intricate design of their familys crest. He looked at it now, a mighty phoenix perched upon a beautiful cross with its wings spread wide, it looked as if it had just conquered the world!\n\nHe wondered if it would save him now...\n\nHis father told him he'd once seen a phoenix. Father... he thought, oh how he wished his father was here now, here to protect him. He gripped his halberd tightly and clenched his teeth, his father had been stolen from him, he'd been robbed of the love he'd known his whole life! By those damned dwarves! He was visibly shaking now, waiting, just waiting for the dwarves to draw near.\n\nHe probably couldn't defeat even the softest of the battle-hardened dwarves coming his way, they were just so much older, better armored, and more experienced. Octavius had never even been in a real battle before, but that wasn't going to stop him. A grim look of determination found a way to his face. Beads of sweat dripped from his forhead. He just stood there and stared down the empty tunnel, soon to be filled with broken bodies, one of which, would probably be his own." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Cross' irritation at the interruption quickly fades as he studies the wall behind him. He seems to start to move back towards it when metal strikes metal in a clang that echoes through the tunnel. Throwing axes arc through the air and connect with the Vigilant's shields and armor. Cross turns towards the attack and calls out over his shoulder. \"Raite, put your shoulder to that wall. If there's a way through I want it open now .\" \n\nFigures charge out of the gloom, dwarves and men in armor that catches the lantern light in distracting flashes. The Vigilants surge forward and the attackers crash against their shields, shouts in Dwarven calling for the back ranks to advance. The lanterns flicker from their place on the ground or in the hands of those not involved in the fight. The shadows dance in an angry swarm and the green of the Vigilant's uniforms turns gray as they clash at the edge of the light's radius.\n\nThe noise immediately rises to painful levels as steel rings off steel. The swirl of activity at the edge of the lantern light is punctuated by a pained shout and a spattering of blood. A dwarven body falls, or is thrown, backwards into the light only to writhe for a moment and lay still, fresh blood pooling beneath him. The Shah Risarad step forward, swarming over two Nasjtorans who force their way past the Vilgilant's shield wall. They move with a speed unhindered by armor, pummeling the attackers with fist and foot, knee and elbow. The cracking of bone preceeds the impact of two more bodies on the floor. One of the Vigilants staggers back, blood seeping through the shoulder of his scale armor but he pushes back into position in time to cut into the dwarf that rushed him.\n\nThe metallic stink of blood quickly fills the corridor as time seems to drag on, only half a minute having passed since the first axe was thrown. Somewhere in the fighting a Nasjtoran voice calls out for his mother, a liquid gurgle filled with pain and fear.\n\n Dacin \n\nYour cursory examination of the area around the wall reveals no doorway. The walls feel solid beyond the three foot area where the cracks spread." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe military discipline aquired through countless hours of hard training take over as his commander shouts out orders. \"Yes Sir!\" bellows Raite as he swiftly sheaths his weapon and moves towards the section of wall Dacin is examining. Hurridly shoving anyone blocking the wall to the side, the young Vigilant moves back a few paces while wiping his sweat soaked black hair from his eyes.\n\nWith a bestial roar full of anger and frustration, Raite thunders into the center of the weakend section of wall, using his shoulder as an armored battering ram of muscle and bone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStrength check if needed: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin snatched his lantern out of the way and moved to the left side of the cracks so he can watch the battle and Daite's progress both. As the armored soldier charged the wall, he shrugged, \"I guess this isn't the time for subtlety after all. Score one for the Worm.\" \n\nAs Daite hit the wall, Dacin tensed himself to get ready to move. As soon as there was a large enough hole, the half-elf planned to be through it and on his way to safety...or as close to safety as he could find in these terrible days. The fact that his lantern would both light the way and provide a direction for the others to follow was a happy accident, but an accident nevertheless. Dacin wasn't about to try his puny dagger against dwarven armor, so running was the only chance he had now.\n\nFortunately, for him at least, Dacin ran for a living and was quite good at it by now..." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Dangit, wasn't able chance to post before the update.)\n\n Prince Darien \n\nThe prince's gaze had snapped immediately to the wall when Dacin pointed out; he took in the information with careful attention, but seemed to lend only half an ear to the half-elf's suggestions of what to do with the find.\nIn a few moments, Darien had taken another small swig of liquor--clearly, he at least had the sense not to get himself actually drunk--and passed Dacin a gold coin: either he'd heard the rumors, or it was simply a sardonic gesture.\n\n \"Velaxian; Raite--forget fighting them. This wall's cracked, get us through it--everyone else strong enough is going to be very busy shortly.\" \n\nAs for himself, Darien pulls his rapier free from its sheath; its design harkens back to the smallsword, a slightly wider blade than the type common at courts, and with an edge as well as a point. He held the blade up and out--apparently quite inexpertly, based on the sloppiness of his guard--but made no move towards the front lines, instead planting himself by Theron's side, expression pinched, fingers twitching at his side, unable to do much beyond wait for the battle to end or the wall to be breached." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Gapped teeth clamped firmly over her lower lip, Worm peers through the darkness at the encroaching figures. Her eyes dart to the side as Prince Darien orders the Velaxian to take down the wall, and she almost says something, but decides she'd better not. Now was hardly the time to school the Prince in diplomatic protocol, and it wasn't really her place.\n\nThe first few clangs cause her to flinch, but when the Nasjtorans collide with the line of Vigilants, the noise and chaos becomes overpowering, and she hangs a lantern on her wrist and pulls back as far as the tunnel will allow, covering her ears to block out the frightening ring of steel on steel and hoping that Raite's battering will find them a way out of this mess." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana stood firm in the darkness, the flickering of the light and the sounds of battle sounded in her ears. For shortest of moments she was reminded of home, but the sounds of death quickly pulled her back to reality. She took a step back, and the totally of everything that was happening sunk down on her like a clamp.\n\nAnd for the first time in her life, she felt truly afraid. Not those childish fears, or the fear of discipline, but terror, the cringing feeling you get, your skin crawls and feels like its trying to jump off your body. And just as quickly as the fear came, she could feel the beating of her instructor, she was lost in the past for a second, she could feel her instructors sword contact her shield over and over, the pounding blows wearing on her, breaking her down, crushing her into the dust again and again until she did it right.\n\nIt was a cold feeling, to suddenly come to the realization how short life can be. It passed though, fear stole life from you, or at least that was what she had been taught, and she trusted those words. She came back to the reality before her, and she was no longer afraid.\n\nSeeing the mage's apprentice fall back in fear, Shalana followed her and did something she had never done before, she hugged her, and whispered in her ear, \" Everything will be alright, stay by me, we will survive this.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The girl seems a little put-off by the hug, and, hands still firmly over her ears, contorts her face into an expression of puzzlement and practically shouts in Shalana's ear: \"What'd you say? I didn't quite catch it!\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The wall responds to Raite's assualt by crumbling inwards and kicking up a cloud of dust. A section, three feet wide and as tall as the boy who'd created it, opened up with a clatter of stone. The lantern light shined through the dust to reveal the outline of a door at the end of a short hallway. The door appeared to be carved from stone without any notable adornments, a hollow cut into the left side that one could possibly use as a knob.\n\nThe fighting drew nearer as the second wave of invaders pushed against the Vigilant's defensive line. One of the soldiers stumbled, a dark stain spreading across the chest of his uniform, and a dwarven face appeared in the breach. Dark skinned with a gaping hole where his right eye should be, the man's grin was as much a statement of pleasure as his coarse laughter. He brought a heavy steel hammer down on the chest of the fallen Auldarian, the impact drown out by the unintelligible shout of another man deeper in the fight. A moment later Cross drove himself into position to close the gap. The Vigilant commander's form covered the grim visage of the cycloptic dwarf but the sound of his laughter still echoed in your ears.\n\nBodies scattered across the floor around the battle, another seeming to appear each time you blinked. One of the Shah Risarad, a girl with a single braid of hair across her temple, was slumped against the wall. The blank stare in her unblinking eyes and the odd angle of her neck gave testament to her willingness to give all for her sovereign.\n\n ( Yeah, I'm posting more quickly because the situation is tense and there is little time for anyone to think. Hard to represent in a PbP game but I'm doing what I can. If you miss posting between updates, don't sweat it. ) " }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nStood there frozen in terror as the battle raged on. So many emotions running through his head rendered him all but useless. The fear, the anger, the sadness, all just eating away at him. The sound of battle was almost hipnotic...\n\nUntil Raite slammed through the wall! The noise startled him at first, a feeling of dread slipped through his spine, thinking another dwarf company had just broken through from an adjacent tunnel. He wondered what terrible painful death awaited them. But then, out of the corner of his eye he saw that it was Raite, standing there, dusting debris off of his shoulder!\n\nA little out of character Octavius managed to cry out \"Vigilant! A door! his voice cracked, going through puberty does that to you when you get excited. Again louder he yelled \"Vigilant Cross! We've found an opening!\" And he couldn't even beleive it himself as the words left his mouth, but he managed to ask \"Your Orders...Sir?\" \n\nWere it out of fear, or out of respect that he'd just asked an Auldarian to tell him what to do, he couldn't be sure. All he knew was that if he'd any chance to get out of there alive, it would no doubt be with the help of this man. He was calm in the face of so mighty a storm, he didn't accept the fact they were helplessly outnumbered, trapped, or even protecting a bunch of kids. He just did his duty, no matter the cost. While that simple way of thinking didn't exactly match that of a Velexian noble, he still respected it.\n\nHe stood there halberd at the ready, awaiting either a dwarf to break through the lines, or Cross's next command, whichever came first. And at the current rate, who could say for sure which would happen first?" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe momentum of Raite's assualt on the hapless section of wall carries him into the newly revealed chamber. Shaking his head to clear it from the recent impact, the boy quickly surveys his surroundings a glimmer of hope returning as he notices the door. Saved...? \n\nRaite rushes back to the battle, desperate to inform his commander of the possible escape. Seeing Cross engaged in battle and not wanting to distract him at such a critical moment, Raite turns and grabs the arm of Prince Theron, excitedly blurting, \"Your highness! There's a door and we should...\" Remembering whom he addresses, the military discipline lost in the excitement of the moment reasserts itself as Raite's cheeks flush crimson. \"Your pardon highness, I await your orders.\" \n\nAs he stands to attention, the boy's eyes are drawn to the battle and his hand reaches for the hilt of his greatsword, wanting to help his fellow Vigilants but unsure of what he should do. Someone must lead the princes through the door. They should not be the first to face the danger that may lie in wait beyond the hallway. It was Raite's duty to protect those of royal blood in the party, but how was he to choose which action would best fulfill that purpose. Join those in the fight, or lead the group into the unknown?" }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nThe awkwardness of the moment with Worm was bothersome, a splinter of frustration in her mind. But any though of that was cut short by the sound of crumbling stone. Seeing the fighting become more dangerous by the second left her sobered. The frustration and helplessness was overwhelming, but seeing a need for action, she grabbed the lantern from Worm, and proceeded to the door, there was no sense in proceeding if another cave in, was lying in wait behind the door, so she opened it." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nAs everyone not engaged in keeping the dwarves back moves in different directions due to the chaos, seeking their orders in a different place, Darien nudges his brother. \"Give the order already,\" he hisses, his heart hammering; \"--he's busy ,\" he snaps at Raite when the young soldier turns to Vigilant Cross, and starts to reach for the dor hiself.\nShalana beats him to it, and instead he whirls back, biting his lip, to check on everyone else." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin gaped at the further door, then whirled and pointed at Worm \"HA! I TOLD you there'd be a door...I TOLD you!!\" His moment of triumph lets Shalana get past him into the opening, and after a second longer he remembers the situation...and the fact that his life is in danger.\n\n \"Preneur take THIS!\" With that, he's through the hole and running for the door. He wished he knew something about locks and traps and made a note to correct that hole in his learning at the first opportunity...assuming he survived, of course.\n\nThere was nothing for it but to risk it, and as soon as Shalana had the door open, Dacin ran through and into the space beyond, his lantern swinging back and forth with an eye for the next way forward..." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The look on Worm's face turns from one of confusion to one of bewilderment as the lantern is snatched from her hand and, over the din, Dacin points at her and yells about a door.\n\n \"You were looking for a door on the outside,\" the girl points out as she moves toward the newly-created opening.\n\nAs bodies hit the floor and walls around her, Worm's eyes fall upon the Shah Risard. Tilting her own head a bit, it takes a moment for what's wrong with the woman to sink in.\n\n \"Is she - ?\" Worm asks the air. She had never seen a dead body before, not really, and to be quite honest, it was pretty creepy. People were dying , a scary and permanent proposition, and the Velaxian and the Vigilant were standing there waiting to be told what to do.\n\nWait, what was she still doing standing there? With one last look at the corpses behind her, Worm runs into the hall after the others, moving through the door beyond." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The door resists, and only when Shalana puts some effort to it does the stone slide away from her. It pivots like any other door, opening into the room which is illuminated by Dacin's lantern as he dashes through the opening. The chamber beyond is not large, but has ample room to hold a couple dozen people if they were cozy. The walls are worn, covered with faded etchings and mold. The air is coldest here, breath materializing in small puffs of steam. The center of the room holds it's oddest feature, an oval shaped ring of metal set in a large stone base. It stands near eight feet high and three feet wide at the center. The metal is covered in inscriptions as well, and the surface is tarnished with rust. What the room doesn't offer, however, is a way out.\n\nTheron is still, whispers escaping his lips, and only Darien is close enough to realize he is praying. The prayer is a common one, a request to The Three for guidance in times of trouble. The prayer ends as quickly as it had begun and Theron was backing towards the hallway. \"All of you inside. The Vigilants will cover us. Cross, get your men back!\" The prince paused to usher those still remaining in the corridor past him towards the door before starting down the smaller passage himself.\n\nCross kicks the body of a dwarf off his sword and shouted his order over the din. \"Vigilants, withdraw!\" Only three Vigilants remained, their commander included, and they began a careful retreat toward the hallway. The dwarves, still four or five times as many as their opponents, pushed forward. The Vigilants resist, aided by the two remaining Shah Risarad, but three of the defenders fell beneath the onslaught and vanished in the tide of advancing.\n\nTheron holds his place in the doorway, ushering you through as the Vigilants backed down the passage, the smaller area there giving them an advantage. A Nasjtoran lunges past the two Vigiliants only to be caught by the hair and slammed fully into the wall by Cross. The commander takes a slash to his leg for the effort, blood welling up through the links there. The other Vigilant fares worse as the one-eyed dwarf reappears in the fray and catches the man across the shoulder with his hammer. The sound that accompanies it is unmistakably bone breaking and the man staggers. Cross drives his shield into the advancing horde and grabs the other soldier, dragging him backwards through the door. He then throws the door shut, bracing it with his back as he faces the rest of you. \"Trapped. Not that I'm not thankful to have stone between me and those bastards.\" \n\nOf the sixteen that entered the tunnels, only eight remain. Pounding on the other side of the door accentuates the dire situation." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin swore loudly, a filthy, guttersnipe expression that betrayed his lowborn roots...and his anger. His free hand clenched into a fist, then unclenched as he visibly mastered his fear, for the moment at least.\n\nHe noted the runes on the ring and had an idea, of a sorts. \"Worm? Can you examine what it says there? Maybe something on the ring means something in your book that can get us out of here.\" He knew it wouldn't, of course. It was pure make busy work. But if she had something to think about, maybe she wouldn't be so afraid. It was about all he could do for her now.\n\nIt was all he could do for anyone, anymore.\n\nWith despair closing around his heart, he trotted to the wall directly opposite the entrance and started to search for a hidden door. He had as little hope that he'd find one as he did in Worm being able to discover something about the ring, but it was better than just waiting for death, and maybe they'd get lucky again...\n\n \n Spoiler \n search - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Staring at the two remaining soldiers, Worm shuddered, partly because of how the odds had tilted significantly against them, and partly because it was pretty cold. Rubbing her hands together, she takes a couple steps toward the ring, peering at the worn letters.\n\n \"Dun need the book - that's Infernal. Can't make out all the words, though.\" She motions for someone with a lantern to bring it closer, and she paces slowly around the ring, breathing into cupped hands as she reads.\n\n \"Barrier...something...lock...can't read that...energy. Hmm.\" Suddenly oblivious to the cold and the horde in the hallway, Worm plucks the spell strips from the book's pages, scanning each one carefully in the dim light. Finally, she tucks two away, keeping the third one in hand.\n\n \"This one oughta work. Still, um, you might want to back up, just in case it doesn't.\" Pinching the spell strip between two fingers, Worm begins to recite something in a strange language, her tongue twisting and her throat tightening to create a weird, disconcerting noise. Raising a hand in the air, she wriggles her fingers before making a fist and resting her knuckles against the ring as she finishes her incantation." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nAs the only member of the Vigilants left unwounded, Raite takes a position next to Cross and adds his weight to the door. His sword held steady despite the faint quavering in his voice, he asks Cross, \"Do you think the sorceress can do something to help us escape, Sir?\" After the brief hope the door gave was dashed by the apparently dead end of the room they now found themselves in, Raite was finding it hard not to lose himself to despair." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe Prince makes it in after several of the others, but before his brother; he swears, and in much the same language Dacin uses, too.\n \"At least the door'll be a choke-point; it won't hold them for long...\" he begins, and trails off, watching Worm intently with a furrowed brow, and mouthing some of the words she utters to himself." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nThe Velexian joins the vigilants holding the door shut. He faces away from the door and digs his feet in holding it with his back. His eyes wander around the room. He notices Dacin searching frantically for another door and Worm studying the strange ruin.\n\nWith every second that passes, another droplet of fear seaps through his mental defenses, the look on his face tells it all. His normally fair complection full or youth and vigor is now pale white, his eyes are still red from crying, and his lower lip quivers. He closes his eyes and silently issues a prayer to Minerva, the Valexian goddess of wisdom. He normally isn't a very spiritual person, but desperate times call for desperate measures.\n\nAnd there situation far exceeded desperate.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nStrength Check if needed:\n (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nAll that forcefullness and now they were stuck in a dead end. She cursed her luck. Sent halfway around the world just so she could die to some dwarves. It mattered very little really when she thought about it, she would have amounted to nothing in her homeland, the daughter of a figurehead didn't have much to look forward to, regardless of where she was sent.\n\nStill she wished her life wouldn't get cut short. Especially not by dwarves." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "As Raite and Octavius stepped up to hold the door, Cross knelt by the wounded Vigilant to examine his injuries. The door bucked slightly as something impacted it on the other side but the two boys had little trouble keeping it in place. The weight of the stone door was a great benefit. Cross shook his head as the other Vigilant fell unconscious and stood to face Raite.\n\n \"I don't know. Magister Renault was capable of a great many things that I will never understand. Frankly I try to stay as distant from his magic as possible. The whole things sets me on edge.\" Worm's knock against the metal was met with a resounding thump and then a flash of brilliant light. A ripple of force sweeps through the room, rustling hair and clothing, and in the next moment the rust fell from the surface of the ring. The light expands like liquid, spreading from the center of the ring to the perimeter. In less than ten seconds the central emptiness of the ring has become a pool of rippling color. Red, then yellow, then blue. The colors roll over the surface like oils, blending and bleeding away. A faint reflection catches along the surface of the light, as if it were metal.\n\nThe portal is oddly silent, no electric hum or liquid splash. The strip of paper in Worm's hand turns brittle and then falls apart, dissolving into dust. Another pulse of force sweeps out from the ring, visible as a translucent rippling in the air, and passes through you as it spreads to the walls and, presumably, beyond. The sensation is like a gust of wind that leaves your skin tingling for seconds after it passes. It was Theron who spoke first, stepping towards the ring.\n\n \"Was that what you wanted it to do?\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana stops and just stares. She had never in her life witnessed a magical display like that. She had seen tricks of light, and people stopped in there tracks, but nothing like that before. Her curiosity mixed in with her anxiety, and she barely stammered out, \" What is it? \"" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite stands mouth agape, his fear momentarily forgotten as he leans against the door. \"That... was wonderful,\" he whispers. Despite his life being grounded in more material concerns, Raite has always harbored the hope that he would one day witness magic, tales of which evoked a deep excitement in him. Now he had his wish, and what's more, he rediscovered hope. Surely something as wonderful as what had just occured would offer them deliverance from their current predicament. Thoughts of the dwarves attempting to break through and the feel of something slamming against the door quickly returned the young Vigilant to reality, and he redirected his concentration towards making sure Worm would have however much time she needed to complete the miracle." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's eyes pop wide open and, in a barely audible release of breath, she says, \"Ooo.\" Squinting, she attempts to make out the letters no longer obscured by rust, but the light emanating from the structure makes it impossible.\n\nWhen Prince Theron speaks, the girl straightens up and turns to him, determined to make a good impression, but finds her mouth going dry and palms sweating.\n\n \"Well, um, your highness, it's...I mean, I've never seen anything like it, but yeah, I guess. Not, you know, exactly what I was expecting, but with these things you never know what you'll get, right?\" she rambles, drying her hands on her forearms.\n\nGlancing over at the ring, she attempts to explain: \"It's a door, you see? At least in as much as it goes from here to someplace else. I dunno where it leads, but it'll be better than staying here. At least, in all probability. No way of controlling that, seeing as I didn't really do anything 'cept unlock it, and right now the unknown seems like a pretty okay option, highness.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin shakes his head in shock, \"Worm, you never cease to amaze me...\" \n\nThe page moved around to the \"front\" of the gate as best he could determine, then looked at it a little closer. He considered the pounding on the door and his own failures at finding another way out, then shrugs, \"It's gotta be better than here. Gods be with me!!\" \n\nWith that, Dacin hurls himself through the portal before he, or anyone else, can think of reasons to talk him out of it." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nStill holding his weight against the door tenses up as the dwarves slam into the stone once more. \"As much as we'd all like to stare at the pretty lights, I think it's best if we get a move on. We can't hold this door all day you know.\" Just then the dwarves slam home again, while the stone wall helps Octavius feels his endurance is staggering. Still no one else has moved to the mysterious doorway. \"Well what are you all waiting for? Follow that half-elf!\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" Wish me luck! \"\n\nShalana says it with a smile as she jumps through the portal." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "As Dacin contacts the rippling pool of color he seems to freeze, suspended in time for a moment. Then the colors vibrate around him violently, seemingly drawn towards him, and a sound like boiling grease fills the chamber. The half-elf seems to grow thinner as his clothing and skin vanish, coils of muscle and the network of vessels exposed for a moment before they too fade away. A thin stream of gray smoke begins to flow from the top of the portal. Organs follow, leaving only bones, and then that too disappears. The smoke seeps upwards, crawling over the ceiling in search of an escape.\n\nShalana's contact with the portal has the same result, layers of her body stripped away until nothing is left. The smoke covers the ceiling like a layer of oil, bringing with it a smell like burning leather.\n\nIn the five or so seconds it takes for each body to be peeled away the light concentrates enough on the center that the ring becomes visible again. Worm manages to catch a few more words of the inscription each time. The phrasing is written in a variation of Infernal that leaves some of the words indescipherable.\n\n By the closing of this barrier...shall remain securely locked away...energy that endangers our world...by decree of the Six Who Remain, this is so. \n Dacin and Shalana \n\nUpon entering the portal the feeling can best be described as agony. Cold, like diving into a river of ice, followed by a heat like the hottest flame. You feel as though your body is being pulled in a dozen different directions at once. Then your senses are overwhelmed by a thousand knives cutting away at you, piece by piece. It is so sudden and so intense that you welcome the nothingness that follows as you lose touch with your body and your thoughts fade away." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite views the transformation of Dacin and Shalana as a growing expression of shock and horror transforms his face.\n\n Magic is supposed to be good and wonderful. This isn't right. Did Something go wrong? \n\nSeeking out a source of comfort amidst events that have gone far beyond his simple understanding, the boy looks to Cross. A trembling \"Sir?\" the only utterance he is capable of after witnessing the ghastly display." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The girl seems simultaneously disgusted and floored by the rending of those who enter the portal, and she goes a bit green, forcing her eyes away from the grotesque sight to read the now-visible inscription around the ring.\n\n \"Oh no,\" she murmurs, sticking her thumb in the corner of her mouth and gnawing on her nail. \"No, no, no - this is bad, this is real bad.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Cross gives a shake of his head. \"I have no idea what that means.\" He steps up to the door and puts his shoulder to it, urging Octavius aside. \"We'll switch off on holding the door. Let one rest while two do the work.\" The door takes another blow, opening an inch before slamming closed again.\n\nTheron puts a hand on Worm's shoulder and looks down at her. \"Do you know for sure what's happened to them?\" As he speaks a rat crawls out of the apprentice's robe and perches itself on her shoulder, squeaking excitedly. The prince takes a step back, his eyes narrowing at the curious occurance." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nPanic runs through his bones as he watches the scene unfold, he can't help but feel somewhat responsible for what just happened, not for Dacin, that fool jumped in on his own accord, but Shalana, she seemed innocent enough. \"What is it Worm? What's happened!?\" He yells from across the room, as he steps away from the door." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Okay, well, um -\" Worm glances over at the prince's hand, stomach knotting at the touch, and when he backs away she looks at the rat, giving him a little bop on the nose with the tip of her finger.\n\n \"Hush up, Darien!\" she snaps, oblivious to the potential confusion of such a remark, before returning to her earlier train of thought.\n\n \"Uh, ok. See, what happened to them looked pretty terrible, but that's not what's bad. You see, there's all kinds of different magic - making stuff appear, changing stuff into other stuff and so on - and the magic that's here doesn't feel destructive.\" \n \"Which means that there's a chance this is, in fact, some kind of sending magic, and they've been taken someplace else - piece by piece - and reassembled, and even though that's sort of vile, it is technically possible, assuming that this is a doorway in the sense that what is an exit here is an entrance someplace else.\" \n And not just some kind of prison I opened that held something that 'endangers the world' which I may have inadvertantly unleashed. " }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nMoves next to Worm, peering into the portal. After listening he asks \"So your saying it's safe?\" He pauses, waiting for an answer. \"Should the rest of us follow then? Or are we safer here with the rampaging dwarves?\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n The rat. She named her rat after me. \nIn the middle of the situation, Darien barely restrains himself from bursting out into laughter.\nInstead he scoops a pebble up, and lobs it at the portal.\n\n \"Seems to me that's exactly what she's saying. I wonder how long it takes to learn to do that?\" \nAnd with that, the younger prince takes a step--two--braces himself, and leaps through the portal." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"I'm saying it's likely - \" Worm begins, but is cut off by the prince, who then dives toward the portal. Turning her head away to avoid watching the still-stomach churning display, she finishes, \"-that it won't kill you.\" \n\nThe girl runs both her hands through her mop of hair, looking rather nervous. \"There's only one way to be sure, though, and I guess I oughta put my coin where my mouth is, so to speak.\" The girl takes a couple steps toward the portal, lifting the rat from her shoulder and clutching it to her chest.\n\n \"Don't be scared. I'm right here, yeah?\" she says quietly to the creature, though the words seem more for her own benefit. With one last glance at the remaining members of the group, she steps toward the ring, but she misjudges the distance and trips over the edge, tumbling ungracefully into the portal." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite turns to Cross with a look of horror on his face. \"Sir! The Prince! No Vigilants have entered the portal. He may be in danger on the other side. Shouldn't one of us go after him?\" \n\nTorn between his fear of what he witnessed when the others entered the portal and his duty to the royal family, Raite waits for Cross to give the order to follow the young prince. All the time wondering if his legs will obey when he attempts to enter the portal." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The bodies decay, or more aptly disintegrate, one after another and by the time the apprentice makes her exit the smoke is thick enough to make those still present cough and adds a hoarseness to their words. Theron chuckles despite the discomfort, shooting a glance to Cross.\n\n \"Darien the rat. How poetic?\" At that he turns to the Velaxian and makes a sweeping motion towards the portal. With his other hand he returns his weapon to its sheath and draws in a deep breath, preparing himself for the trip. The door bucks visibly and cracks begin to appear in the center. Whatever the dwarves are doing, it's working remarkably well. Cross digs his heels down against the floor and braces his back against the weakening door.\n\n \"That boy will be the death of me, Raite. Get moving, I'll follow Theron through.\" He gasps breaths between the words, each movement bringing a grimace of pain to his lips. His straw colored hair is slick with sweat, his face pale, and in the stress of this moment he seems a hundred years old." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n \"Yes sir,\" Raite responds. He closes his eyes briefly, steadying his shaken nerves. Then joins the others in whatever fate they have met with a running dive into the center of the portal." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nDefeated, he sighs and moves towards the portal. He finds the papers in his pocket to make sure he still has them. Satisfied he closes his eyes and jumps into the portal." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Agony, then nothing. The pain was so intense that time lost all meaning, and the emptiness that followed gave no indication of its passage. Your memories fall away as you drift into the void. Friends fade away, then family, and finally your own identity vanishes from your mind. You are, for one terrifying moment, nothing.\n\nCold. That is the first thing you feel when your senses return. It is a struggle to open your eyes but you manage. It is dark, the lanterns seeming to not have made it through the trip intact, with only a soft colored light spilling out from behind you as your eyes adjust. You feel stone beneath you and can hear the sounds of breathing. As each of you struggles to regain control of your own body you feel waves of disorientation flow through you. It feels like minutes pass before you are able to even gather the strength to speak, and it is longer still before you can move.\n\nThe room is a natural cavern, quite different from the carved stone you last saw. Somewhere in the distance water is dripping, a rythmic sound that helps you focus. Behind you is a portal much like the one you entered. It is not free-standing but is set into the rock itself, as though it were carved into the cave wall. It's borders are stone, not metal, and the colors are deeper and more jarring to your senses. You can make out the shapes of the others around you but only Dacin can pick out detail enough to know exactly who he is looking at each time. Cross' voice, hoarse and strained, cuts through the near silence.\n\n \"Everyone sound off.\" \n (I need DC 15 Fort saves from the lot of you. Success leaves you sickened, failure leaves you nauseated until I note otherwise.) " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1157080 \n\n\" Ohhh, I'm alive, but I don't feel well. That was.... that was just horrible.\" \n\nShalana coughed, she did her best to slowly stand up and try and see anything. She checked to see what she still had on herself, making sure everything was intact." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude Save - (1d20)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nThe agony, cold, and sickness swept aside Dacin's usual (public) respect for authority, and he groaned as he replied to Cross, \"You bastards aren't done with me yet! It'll take...urrrrghh.....m-more than THAT to kill Dacin, it will!!\" \n\nHe stumbled to his feet and looked carefully at the piles of people around him, counting off his surviving allies as he saw them to see if anyone was missing and taking care to look for any dwarves on the ground who may have been brave or foolish enough to follow them through." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"I'm here,\" comes Worm's voice from the shadows, shaking and a little scared. Arms trembling, she pushes herself up into a crouch, holding out a hand with the palm facing up.\n\n \"Bailuminatas,\" she murmurs, and a quartet of lights - pink, green, blue and yellow - appear in front of her, circling and crossing each other. With a flick of her wrists, she sends them whipping around the cavern, illuminating those who came through the portal in turn and scouring the walls and ceiling of the area, seeking a way out - after all, there was still a chance the dwarves were on their tail." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n \"Here sir,\" Raite replies in a weak voice as nausea threatens to overwhelm him. Struggling to his feet, Raite draws his sword and attempts to locate the Princes in the gloom, fighting through the waves of dizziness in an effort to make sure they are safe from any threats in this unknown place.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFort: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \n Spoiler \nFort save: 1d20+3=15 . Made it! Drinking alkymahol from a young age makes you TOUGH.\n \n\n\nBreathing raggedly and clutching his stomach, Prince Darien slowly picks himself up off the floor, blinking in an attempt to bring some stability to his vision.\n \"I'm here,\" he groans when Cross speaks up. \"Preneur's balls, that was not my idea of a good time. Are we safe or can they come through? Is there any way to close it?\" \n\nThe younger prince undoes some of the numerous cords lacing up his doublet, and pulls a thin knife from his boot; he ties the leather cord around the dagger's hilt and crosspiece, and tosses the dagger back through the portal--then attempts to pull it back through." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The voices echo slightly in the chamber, each of you speaking softer than you'd expect. Perhaps it was due to the illness, or the uncertainty of the situation. Cross rises as the lights appear, following them with his eyes before turning to Dacin. \"Relax, boy. No sense wasting energy we might need later.\" \n\nThe glowing spheres of light flit about the room, trailing one another and illuminating the area much like small torches. Theron ducks beneath them as they pass, his discomfort evident as he presses his back to a wall and crosses his arms over his stomach. \"I'm here.\" His eyes narrow on Darien as the boy speaks but that remains the extent of his movements.\n\nThe blue sphere passes through Raite as it continues its circuit around the room. The room is no larger than the one you just left, and a hole about four feet in diameter sits in the wall furthest from you. It seems to lead upwards at a slight angle. Two broken lanterns sit in pools of oil near the portal. A pile of sticks and small branches occupies one corner of the room as well.\n\nTwo eyes glow in the passing light and The Rat darts across the room to burrow under the hem of Worm's robe. Darien's attempt at testing the portal has underwhelming results. The dagger passes into the light and hits the stone behind it, sliding down and back out onto the floor at the portal's base." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien meets his pious brother's gaze with a roll of his eyes, then turns back to the portal.\n \"Sod. Might mean that it doesn't work anymore, might mean it was one way and they can still come after us, might mean only people can get through... no tellin' what.\" \nAs he speaks, the prince tucks his knife back into his boot and does up his shirt-lace again. Then he circles the room, eyeing the lights curiously, and comes up behind Worm; his hand comes up to rest on her shoulder.\n \"So--what're the odds that they can come after us? We need to move on if they're likely to.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm smiles a bit woozily at the rat, and when the Prince puts a hand on her shoulder, she shrugs it off and scratches at the back of her neck. There were an awful lot of people touching her today, probably more than in her entire life if you didn't count scrapping, and it was becoming rather disconcerting.\n\n \"If I had to wager, I'd say you can't send stuff that's not people - or at least alive,\" she glances down at the squirming rodent hiding under her robe.\n\n \"Depends on how superstitious they are. Not everyday you see something like that, right? Figure they'll send at least one once they realize there's no way out - if they're serious 'bout getting their hands on your highnesses, at least - but you saw what it looks like when you go through. They might think twice about following, might even think you're dead.\" She pauses, deep in thought for a moment, before shrugging.\n\n \"Course, if you were dead, pretty foolish of all of us to follow suit, I guess.\" \n\nAn anxious glance at Theron, and then around at the other distraught youths, and Worm moves to the corner of the cavern, scooping up a couple of the branches and moving to where the oil has spilled. Crouching, she takes the hem of her voluminous robe and yanks, tearing a long strip and wrapping it around one of the branches, which she then rolls in the oil.\n\n \"These won't last long,\" she says of the swirling balls of color. \"so's we'll probably need a more natural method to light our way, yeah? I dun got anything to light 'em with, though.\" She holds out the branch, waiting for someone to take it." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" I don't have anything to help you with. \" Shalana said it before kneeling down again, as a wave of sickness cam back up to her again.\n\nShe was tired now, the sick feeling, the running, the danger, it was beginning to overwhelm her. It wasn't quite over yet though.\n\n\" The sooner we get out of here and can get away, the sooner we can rest. So lets go as soon as possible. \"" }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nSits still with his back against the wall. When Worm asks for help lighting the torches all he can offer is a quick shrug. He uses this downtime to reflect on everything that had happened over the last couple days. He thought back to the battle outside his room, just after the invasion had started. He watched in his mind as his father had fiercy fought off the dwarves that had slipped through the Auldarian line. He remembered the big toothy grin of the dwarf that had been coming for himself, but his father had sacrificed his own defense to cut the dwarf down, leaving himself wide open to attack. His father had never been a soldier, but he fought marverlously! Unfortunately there were just too many of them. He knew what he was doing when he attacked that dwarf. He laid down his own life to keep his son alive. Not a common trait among Valexians, especially Valexian senators.\n\n My father was a good man. he thought\n\nand before he even realized it, a tear rolled down his cheek. Normally he'd try and hide it, he'd wipe it away before anyone else noticed. But this time he just let it fall. He tilted his head to the side and let it slide all the way down to his chin, and from there he just watched as it splashed into the dirt. And just how it had barely made a mark in the dirt so did he feel. So insignificant. A very small piece of a very large world. So easily his father had been taken away from him. And no seemed to even notice or care.\n\nWith a deep sigh he stood to his feet and finally wiped his eyes. Nothing left now but to keep moving. He looked at Cross \"Shall we be going then?\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Cross takes one of the torches and draws his sword with the other hand, kneeling to wedge it between the ground and his chest and letting the flat of the blade rest on his knee. He retrieves the flint he'd used to light the lanterns and strikes it against the blade several times, finally sparking enough to catch the oil-soaked end of the torch alight. He then sets it to two more of the sticks, giving the group three lit torches as the Dancing Lights blink out. There are materials enough for three more torches left nearby. As he hands off the torches, one to Raite and one to Worm, he sheathes his weapon and shakes his head.\n\n \"Everyone just rest a moment, none of us seem to be feeling our best and we don't know what this cave will hold. I don't see why any of the Nasjtorans passing through there would arrive in better shape than us, and an unconscious dwarf is easily dealt with.\" He pulls a waterskin from his belt and takes several swallows from it before holding it out to Theron. He leaves it capped and offers it to the half-elf on his right.\n\nThe Vigilant held the torch out and studied the room, peering up into the hole that provided the only exit. The torches provide enough light to reveal a few additional things in the area. The floor is spotted with broken pottery, shards scattered across the floor in a spread concentrated near the hole in the wall.\n\nSecondly, and perhaps more importantly, is that each of you has changed. The changes are minor, a shift in eye or hair color or a thickening of the jawline. Theron's skin is darker by a shade while Cross' eyes are closer set and framed by shallower cheekbones. Subtle enough that only people who are familiar with you would be able to notice the difference, but pronounced enough to be a concern." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Taking the torch from Cross, Worm looks first around the room with mild interest, but her jaw drops when she comes back around to examine her companions, completely unaware of the change in her own appearance.\n\nThe girl's formerly ale-brown eyes had taken on the startling color and facet of padparadscha, the edges of the iris fading out to an orange-gold border. Her hair, still chopped and messy, has been overtaken by blonde cutting through it, the remaining auburn disappearing into the mass of gold, one lock stubbornly poking in front of her ear and hanging down her cheek. The gap in her teeth is as present as ever, and she doesn't seem any less scrawny, but her mouth seems larger and more exaggerated.\n\n \"It musta had trouble puttin' us all back together,\" she marvels, seeming surprised but not displeased. \"I ain't grown a beak or nothing, right?\" \n\nDucking down, she casts about for Darien - the rat, of course, not the prince - to see if he has changed as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Padparadashcha! \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nIt was when Shalana noticed the slight changes in her companions that she noticed her own, she was taller. By an inch at least. No wonder she felt sick, the blasted magic of the portal had stretched her out! Her hair color had also taken on a strange hue, before it had simply been a fiery red, it was still red, but there was purple in it, the color of her hair had become subdued by it, neither of the changes particularly bothered her, after all, she was still breathing.\n\nShe sighed. Kneeling down she attempted to meditate and calm her body with breathing techniques." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien's gaze, now deepend to an emerald green, sweeps the room, and his blond eyebrows rise. He runs a hand along his face, tracing already-sharp cheekbones which have become even more pronounced, finding his feathered hair unaltered, and trailing down across the broadened shoulders his still-lean build now sports.\n\n \"Well, isn't that interesting,\" he says--no, almost purrs, and pauses in startlement. He'd meant to speak in a deeper tone than usual, but his voice has altered more drastically than his build; it has become a rich, cultured baritone, still rife with his usual sardonic tone, that would likely verge on bass if he were to deepen it intentionally.\n \"Oh. Oh, well , then. At least something good has come of all this.\" \nAnd the younger Prince--who now looks at least as old as his brother, if not slightly older--proceeds to test his new voice's range. It seems that it has expanded rather than shifted, because he quietly produces notes all the way up to a high tenor, and then back down, a faint little smile settling onto his lips.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nPrince Darien will now be voiced by Jeremy Irons , at least most of the time. \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Towards the end of his crooning attempt Darien's voice breaks and he finds that his throat is scratchy and coarse, as if he'd been yelling for hours. That, along with the ache in his shoulders, might lead one to believe he'd come down with an illness of some sort.\n\nShalana is equally pained, her body seeming to ache everywhere it was able. It was an ache like that which followed her stretching exercises back home, deep and constant.\n\nWorm found her discomfort mostly in the area of her cheeks and jaw. It felt like she'd walked into something, an all too familiar feeling to be sure. Theron looked at her from his place against the wall and shook his head. \"No more of a beak than ever, though I wouldn't rule out feathers this early.\" \n\nThe Rat seemed a bit larger than before, though that could be a trick of the light. What wasn't an illusion, however, was that his hair was now a deep chocolate brown color and smoother than before. His tail twitches uneasily as he submits to the examination. A voice called out, Theron again. \"I trust the Dariens didn't exchange parts. I've always held to the assertion that my brother had a tail hidden away somewhere.\" \n\nCross speaks up from his place near the exit after checking to see if the waterskin has made its rounds. \"This passage goes up about thirty feet or so. The incline is slight, it shouldn't be difficult to ascend it. I can lead us up and through this cave now or we can stay here and rest. Several of you look pretty shaky so I'd recommend the break but if you feel up to pressing on I won't argue the point.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin studied the others and spotted the changes in them easily, despite dim light. \"Huh.\" \n\nHe produced a small silver hand mirror and examined himself in it, noting the way his face had become more angular, his ears a little more pointed, and his eyes an unnaturally bright emerald green. Each individual change was relatively minor, but the cumulative effect was to shift his appearance from that of a slender human boy with pointed ears that suggested elven blood to a somewhat more robust than usual elven boy with enough color and rounded features to suggest a human heritage.\n\n \"Huh,\" he said again.\n\nPutting away the mirror, he moved over to the entrance to the tunnel ahead and stared down it, taking advantage of his elven sight to keep an eye out...and giving him the best chance to get away if dwarves or other horrors started pouring out of the portal.\n\nWithout looking back at the group, he responded to Cross' question, \"I for one, think we should rest a bit longer. There's a time for speed, and a time for caution. Now would be the latter, since it could be fatal to blunder ahead unprepared into who-know's-what....\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm laughs, a kind of unusual nervous laugh, at Theron's first comment, but at the dig at Darien she is visibly embarassed, looking at Darien and opening her mouth as if to say something, but she seems tongue-tied.\n\n \"You oughta know what's best outta everyone, Vigilant Cross,\" Worm says sincerely, turning away from the princes to respond to the soldier.\n\nWith that, she picks her way across the cavern to where Dacin's standing near the exit, offering the half-elf a lopsided smile.\n\n \"Can I have a look at that mirror?\" she asks, gingerly rubbing her aching jawline with her free hand. \"I, um, like your pointy ears,\" she adds, tugging at her oversized robes." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" Vigilant Cross, I would recommend that we keep going now, and get better rest later. I have a feeling the only way I'm going to feel any better is after a full sleep. \"\n\nWith that Shalana struggled to her feet and made her way to the way out. She waited to see if everyone agreed." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien rubs one of his shoulders, a half-smile indicating no ill will towards his voice; the smile expands into a grin, which he turns on Theron.\n \"Aye, but no rat's tail: I'm a cat-- more than prince of cats, I can tell you! O, I'm the courageous captain of compliments... a gentleman of the very first house. \" His tone indicates that he is quoting, until he pauses.\n \"I know you're envious, since you haven't had any tail--but now isn't the time for that sort of thing, wouldn't you think?\" \nThe jibe hangs in the air a moment, then the younger prince turns away.\n \"Cross, we're none of us in perfect condition, but we can move. At the very least, let's get away from this portal.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron shook his head and the look that takes rest on his features is one of disappointment above all else. \"Crass as always, Darien. It shows such tact to flaunt your intimate indiscretions in front of your future bride. \" He had to put effort into rising from his place on the floor, his discomfort evident in the slow and deliberate motions he used. Gradually he moves with measured steps towards the exit. \"I'm ill but I can walk. This place just adds to the discomfort so I'll be happy to be out of it.\" \n\nCross nods then and motions to the group as a whole. \"On your feet, then. We'll find a less intimidating place to get our wind back. I recommend we keep talking to a minimum until we've seen more of the cave.\" The Vigilant begins to crawl up the hole, stopping at the top to scan the area before he motions down for the next person to follow. The incline is not difficult to ascend even in your ragged states and there is little to see once you've done so. The cavern extends forward to the end of the torchlight, a tunnel that you can walk three abreast with comfort. Dacin can make out what looks to be openings to side tunnels at the edge of his enhanced vision, one on either side of the path." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"One should always, my dear brother, know what one is getting into...\" a glance for Shalana follows, an intentional beat, and then the flippant addition of \"...or, more to the point, vice versa. Wouldn't it be worse to keep secrets from one's future bride? And shouldn't you have greater worries than my breaches of manners?\" \nThen Darien loses the sardonic expression and tone he maintains while matching wits with his brother, and he crosses the ground between himself and Shalana with a long, smooth step; his long-fingered hand reaches out to take hers in a formal gesture.\n \"My lady, I can't say I'm sorry for what some,\" a glance at Theron, \"might term indiscretions, but if anyone has the right to know of them, it's you. I see nothing ill in such, and hope that you don't either--but at the very least, forgive if you can not accept.\" \n\nThen the younger prince, rather than waiting for an answer, releases her hand, sketches a quick bow, and moves off after Vigilant Cross." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana fitfully played with her hair while Theron and her \"husband to be\" exchanged words. She burned a little inside at the comments. Theron angered her for treating her as someone to be coddled, but Darien angered her at flaunting his obvious indiscretion. It was not her way, to ignore the orders and request of those appointed above her, she didn't always follow them, but she certainly didn't flaunt such resistance, no, it was a shame upon your soul to flaunt rebellion. If you have a disagreement with a tradition or an order, you should say so, not hide behind bravado, the courage of fools.\n\nIt was a small thing though, and she could understand the tension. Life was tenuous at best and now they were running for their lives, everyone had to find a way to overcome their fears, hers was discipline, Darien's was jokes, and Theron's was duty. Of course the others were still mysteries to her, especially Worm.\n\nShe let out an audible sigh at the Theron's comment and spoke, \" Theron, you do not need to hide your brother's faults from me, marriage would reveal them anyway, and I would rather find them out now, rather than later. \"\n\nShe smiled a broad smile, and fire lit up in her eyes before she finished with, \" And even if he has had indiscretions, it would make me a poor wife if I could not keep his attention on his \"duties.\" \"\n\nThe words dripped with innuendo, and Shalana got that rush she often did when she said something she knew she would later regret, but she just couldn't help herself, she was just as much a fool as Darien.\n\nWhen he came over and extended his hand she took his. And when he attempted to turn and bow she held onto it and pulled him close and whispered in his ear, \" I'm not sure what you know of Yunis, but we are not a timid people and we are also fiercely loyal. When I say that you will not have a cause for want with me, I mean every word. I have been cast into Auldaria and I will probably never return to my homeland, and you are the only thing I have received in return. I am not a fool, I know that sharing yourself with barmaids and servants is the least of your secrets, but it simply does not matter to me, if you share your secrets with me, they will be kept, and I will not shame you for them. \"\n\nA fire burned in her eyes, a terrible one, passion and fury and thunder. And as the fury passed, a twinkle came into them. She let go of Darien and smiled at him and spoke for the room to hear, \" And who knows Darien, you may like this particular \"duty\" more than your dalliances. " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin sighed faintly, looked at Worm, then tossed his head towards Cross and shrugged apologetically. He produced his mirror and handed it to her, then leaned close to whisper, \"Thanks. The golden hair looks nice on you as well. And those eyes are something special!\" He smiled at her, then slipped into the tunnel ahead of the main group.\n\n It is, he thought to himself, quite a shame that we're all going to die in these gods-forsaken tunnels. Because I can't help but suspect that Worm would have developed into someone really special.\n\nAlmost as special as me. \n\nHe paused at each side passage as he spotted it, waiting so that the darkness impaired people following him could see him and the passage both, and looking carefully down each as the light improved to see if there was anything noteworthy before trotting to the front of the column as they advanced.\n\nDacin hoped to benefit from giving the impression of being both brave and useful, but in truth he feared the dwarves and anything else that might emerge from the portal and preferred to keep the rest of the group between himself and the real danger.\n\nBesides, darkness had always been his friend in the past...more a shelter than a threat, especially compared to the night-blind humans he lived and worked with, and he was quite comfortable skulking through the dark.\n\nIt made him feel a little better, in fact.\n\nHe kind of wished that Darien and Shalana would heed Cross' words and just shut up, but the noise of the armored Vigilants was just as loud, so it probably mattered very little.\n\nOf course, a little could still kill you in the end..." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite remained silent throughout the exchanges between his companions. Battling to overcome the extreme nausea that had him doubled up against the wall of the chamber. I won't be of much use in a fight in this state. Hopefully Cross is in better shape or we could all be in trouble if we run into anything hostile. \n\nRaite takes the torch that is handed him, brushes his long black hair from his face, and stops. Long? How...? Raite begins to explore his features using his free hand. His hair now hangs just past his shoulders and, what's more, fades to silver at it's tips. Raite's jaw has also undergone a metamorphosis to something a champion bare knuckle boxer would be proud of. The stronger and more prominent feature gives Raite a more intimidating and mature appearance.\n\nLooking around at the others, Raite begins to take note of the minor changes in them. His silent contemplation of the situation comes to an abrupt end as Cross gives the order to move. Taking a position at the back of the group and falling back into the comforting feel of duty, Raite pushes thoughts of things he cannot explain from his mind and concetrates on remaining as alert as possible for threats to the small party and fighting back the renewed waves of nausea brought on by his sudden movement." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm smiles at the compliment, peering into the mirror in the torchlight. It was strange, how she didn't look like herself - but there wasn't much time to worry about it now. She presses the mirror back into Dacin's hand with a whispered word of thanks, hovering near the exit as she watches Shalana and Darien with a confused expression.\n\nTeenagers, she decided, were wierd. She wasn't sure what exactly they were talking about, or why it was so important that they do it now, or if they were arguing or not. Her face scrunches up a little in thought as she bends down to scoop up her own Darien, laying him over the shoulder opposite her torch arm. When everyone seemed in order to go, she slips in toward the middle of the group, fingers hovering near the spellbook tucked in her belt." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"Your 'breaches of manners' have been this family's greatest worry for years. Why should that change now?\" At that Theron disappeared into the hole, leaving Darien and Shalana to play out their conversation. As the group trickled upwards to the passage and fell silent, Dacin stalked ahead of the others to take advantage of his sight. The main passage continued beyond and seemed to curve down and to the right. The passages to the left and right of him continued on, the first stopping at a dead end but seeming to be littered with some kind of detrius and the second narrowing a bit as it continued straight.\n\nAs the group draws up to where Dacin was standing, Cross paused to look down the paths as well. The sound of dripping water was closer now, but the direction was disguised by the echoes. Worm, Raite, and Shalana each pick out a sound like screeching or coughing between the drips of water, seeming to come from the passage to the right. It fades in and out like a conversation might, all the time quite difficult to hear. Cross appears to looking in that direction as well, intent enough that he must have heard the sound." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\n\" I'm taking it you also heard it? I'm not sure what it is, but avoiding contact would be preferable at this point. We have no idea where we are or what dwells here. \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Doesn't sound very nice,\" says Worm in an undertone as she picks her way toward the left-hand tunnel, heading toward the dead end and picking through the objects left on the ground, trying to discern their origin." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nWalks quietly behind the others, lost in his own thoughts. Unaware of any sounds he looks up \"What is it?\" He asks cross." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n \"Trouble, Sir?\" Raite asks, eyes trying desperatly to penetrate the dark of the tunnel, as his hand moves involuntarily towards the hilt of his greatsword." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien's voice stops, and he puts care into his footsteps, not moving unnecessarily loudly.\n \" There's a better worry for you, \" he mouths in Theron's direction, and then jerks his thumb towards the tunnel without all the noises." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nAs everyone else clustered around the passage from which the sound was coming, Dacin slipped into the one with the dead end. The scattered rubble on the ground had caught his eye, and he looked through it hoping to find either a clue to their current whereabouts or (even better) something valuable in among the mess.\n\nIt was a long shot, but every little bit helped..." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Worm, Dacin \n\nAs you both approach the pile at the end of the short passage you are quickly met with an unpleasent odor. It burns your eyes and the back of your throat slightly, irritating but not dangerous. There is urine, definately, and possibly blood as well. If that is not enough to derail your efforts, you find a pile of discarded clothing in various stages of mildew and decay. Bones litter it, one skull distinctly human in appearance, as well as a few discarded personal items such as small wooden boxes with busted clasps and shredded leather packs. The smell, and the moldy look of the pile, gives you pause and makes you think hard about actually touching any of it.\n\n All \n\nAfter several moments of concentration, Cross motions for Raite to continue down the main tunnel. \"Report back what you can see beyond that bend. I will check this way to see if we can use it without contacting whatever is making that noise. The rest of you wait here until we return.\" He then hands his torch to Octavius and moves carefully down the passage towards the noise, his back pressed to the wall as he navigates the darkened tunnel." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite moves carefully towards the bend in the passage. His eyes dart from shadow to shadow, straining to notice any movement, as his mind begins to conjour visions of the horrors that might be lurking in the dark. Raite adjusts his grip on the torch, holding it higher in the hopes its light will penetrate the gloom. Swallowing his fear, the young Vigilant presses resolutly forward until he reaches the bend in the tunnel. Taking one look back at the group, he turns the corner and is lost from sight." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Blanching at the smell, Worm picks up the collar of her robe, pressing it over her nose and raising her eyebrows at Dacin. She gestures at the moldering pile and says to the half-elf in a muffled voice:\n\n \"Dare you to reach in the pile.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nEmotions still burned Shalana like a fire. She had said quite a bit, some of which she didn't even know about herself until she had said it. She watched events unfold around her and waited rather impatiently for her fate to become clear." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octavius \n\nMoves towards Dacin and Worm, anxious to see what they had discovered. He brings the torchlight with him to get a better view of the area. As he approaches the smell nearly overwhelms him. He covers his mouth and nose to keep from gagging further and slowly steps beside Dacin. The site does not make Octavius feel any better than the smell did, and after reaching the room, he decides it's not worth the trouble.\n\n \"Have fun\" he says with a smile before leaving Dacin and Worm with the horrid smell." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin squinted at Worm thoughtfully, then looked at Octavius. He turned back to Worm, shrugged, and replied in a voice kept quiet so that only the scribe and the Velaxian could hear him, \"As you wish. But remember...you asked for it.\" \n\nHis hand flipped to his belt and drew his dagger in one swift motion that he'd obviously practiced....but not enough, as the dagger slipped out of his hand and arced toward the ground. The half-elf caught it quickly, and was glad that only he had the vision to tell that he was blushing in embarrassment. To cover his annoyance, he quickly went to one knee and grabbed the hem of Worm's robe, then smirked up at her with a half-grin, \"Hold still now.\" \n\nDacin cut into the skirt of the robe a couple of inches above the hem, then circled the scribe, shortening her robe by two inches all around. When he was done he took the length of cloth he'd cut and sliced it into three roughly equal sized lengths. He hung one bit of cloth around his neck, then wrapped the other two around his hands in improvised gloves. Thus somewhat protected from the scum, he dug carefully through the junk, looking for anything valuable or significant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nHis examination completed, Dacin stood back up and shook his hands to allow the fouled scraps of cloth to drop into the junk, then pulled the third piece from around his neck and wiped his hands clean with it before letting it join the rest in the pile.\n\nHe bowed to Worm, \"I thank you for your assistance, madam. You will also find it easier to run for your life, should we need to flee again in the near future.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm squirmed a little, her hand-me-down robes already ragged at the hem from where she'd torn them to make torches, but she otherwise doesn't move out of fear of accidentally getting cut. As he reaches into the pile, she watches closely, rubbing the back of one scrawny ankle with a scuffed clog." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Raite \n\nThe tunnel continues for another twenty or so yards before the source of the dripping sounds becomes clear. A pool of water blocks off the passage, which descends here and has been flooded out. Water drips from small cracks in the ceiling, falling like a light rain into the pool below. The water is fairly clear but your light only descends about ten feet into it, where you see the tunnel narrows and seems to begin to level out.\n\n Dacin, Worm \n\nThe smell threatens to overwhelm the half-elf as he plunges his covered hands into the pile. Objects shift around at his touch and a few small spiders scatter out of the debris while he digs. Just when you've both given up on him finding anything of note his fingers close on a leather pouch and he draws it up from the rest of the junk. It is stained slightly at the seams and bears an unfamiliar symbol embroidered to the front. Within the confines of the pouch you find a small tin, about the size of three gold pieces stacked atop each other, that is half-filled with some kind of rose-colored oil. The tin seems to have survived it's stay rather well considering the quality of the rest of the stuff in the pile.\n\nAs Dacin wipes his hands clean he can't seem to get the stink of the pile off him, however. Even after moving back to the middle of the tunnel, he still retain a slight hint of the odor about him.\n\n Shalana, Octavius, Darien \n\nThe shadows cast about by the sputtering torches seem to take shapes of their own desire, twisting and dancing around you in a haunting rythmn. The noise from down the right passage continues while Dacin's rummaging produces the occasional muted tap or crunch. The chill is still thick in the air, producing puffs of steam when you exhale, and Theron rubs his hands together several times to warm them as you wait." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nDisheartend, Raite moves back to the group to report his findings. We may be able to swim through the tunnel if it rises before traveling too far, but what of the toches? Would we be able to dry them enough to get them started again? How would we be able to swim the tunnel with no light? Hopefully the noise coming from the other tunnel is easily dealt with and we can continue that way... " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin examines the oil and the tin carefully. \"Hmmmm....\" He shrugged and stashed the tin in with his other possessions in his belt pouch. Surely it'll either be useful or valuable later, he decided.\n\nMoving back towards the main group, he catches Raite's report, nods, then moves down the passage toward the water. \"Hey Worm,\" he says softly, \"Bring a torch...I could use the light.\" \n\nMoving to the edge of the water, he peers into it with his superior vision, trying to gauge how far the water runs, and whether it'd be possible to make it to the other side, especially for those in armor.\n\nAs he contemplated, he knelt at the water's edge to clean his hands off and to wash the pouch he'd dug free of the pile. The smell needed to go, not so much because he cared how he smelled per say, so much as not wanting to give himself away if he had to hide somewhere soon.\n\n And it'd be pretty embarrassing to die because my hands smell of piss. I don't think I'd ever live THAT down.... \n\nThe pouch he wanted to salvage as well, if possible. He didn't trust it as a pouch any more, but the symbol on it might be important, either to someone who lived down in these caves, or as an indicator of where they were. It might even be valuable to someone.\n\nAnd Dacin wasn't in the habit of giving up potential valuables if he could possibly help it..." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince shifts back and forth, then begins to pace, brisk strides taking him forward and back, forward and back, no consistency to his turns.\n\nHe peers into the passage Cross disappeared into, then turns back to the others, tilting his head in Dacin's direction.\n \"Find any long-lost relics?\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm shakes her head, dropping the robe from her nose and glancing at the tunnel Cross had disappeared down.\n\n \"Just an old pouch with a tin and some oil, and what I think must be the worst smell in the entire world. If I ever got to smell anything like that again, I must've died and would up in Niflheimr,\" she says, invoking the Nasjtor religion's underworld." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe smell persists despite your best efforts. You can barely pick it up when you try, a taunting hint of the fragrance still lingering about you. The tin and pouch clean up fairly well. The pouch still shows its age but seems servicable and could probably be restored by someone with some talent in that profession.\n\n All \n\nThe minutes stretch on. One becomes five and five becomes fifteen without Cross' return. The noises continue, unaltered since you first began to hear them, and Theron has become visibly uncomfortable with the wait. \"Something's wrong. Cross wouldn't keep us waiting this long. I'm going to look for him.\" He checks the edge on his shortsword before starting down the tunnel, taking care to soften his steps." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nSwallowing the fears conjured by the unknown noises, Raite draws his weapon and falls into step next to the prince. His resolve fails him for a moment at the images conjured by his young mind. What could possibly delay a man as solid as Cross and how could he, a mere boy, overcome it? Duty. Focus on your duty and you'll find the strength. In a voice expressing more confidence than he feels, Raite says, \"I cannot let you go alone, Your Highness. It is the Vigilant's duty to ensure your safety.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" It would be unfortunate if we continue to dwindle our numbers by splitting up, there is nowhere to go and without pressing forward we are doomed to die slowly. It would be better if we all proceeded and hope strength in numbers will solve any problems we face. \"\n\nWith that she flourished her dagger from inside her dress and moved along behind Prince Theron." }, { "author": "will.h", "message": " Octiavius \n \"Well come along then\" Motioning for the others to follow as he steps beside Worm. He readys his halberd unsure following the noise is the best route, but the thought of being alone in this tunnel didn't exactly set him at ease either. \"Stay together\" he whispers sharply loud enough for those near him to hear." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm looks after Theron anxiously, shifting from one foot to the other, but she does not move yet, waiting to see what Darien chooses to do. After all, they couldn't follow once prince and leave the other alone. If Darien chooses to follow, then so does she." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"If something's wrong , then maybe you'd best stay here instead of endangering yourself...\" Darien's voice lowers, and his eyes grow hot, but he continues \" Your Majesty .\" \n\nThe words, and what they imply, hang in the air; he pauses, and turns away for a moment, hiding his face; then he turns back, more composed. \"Going together is well and good, but that might just mean that something happens to all of us. Dacin's quick, quiet, observant, and not... next in line.\" \n Already king, just uncrowned, more like. Oh, father--mother... \nThe prince glances at the page, and shrugs. \"Sod, I'll go with him--just in case. Wouldn't want you to think I'm trying to get you killed, eh?\" He flashes Dacin a smile, out of habit, but it's a poor attempt at one--more of a grimace.\n \"But you ,\" he points out to Theron, \"Have a responsibility. And besides that, you've told me I'm sneakier often enough. --Raite!\" \nHis voice changes, lightens, as he turns to the young Vigilant.\n \"The page and I are going to find out what's happened to Cross. Do make sure my oh-so-valiant brother doesn't do anything foolish, will you? Oh, and if we're not back in, say, half an hour... take the other passage.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's shoulders sag a bit in relief, the thought of Prince Theron avoiding potential danger setting her momentarily at ease. However, Darien's suggestion that he go in his brothers stead agitates her once more.\n\n \"I don't reckon either of you ought to run off without the rest of us, your highnesses. After all, our job - least far as me and Dacin and the Vigilant are concerned - is to see that you get out of here safe, and no one should go being reckless.\" \n \"I weren't born in Auldaria, but it's still my home, and take my duty serious, yeah? I was ordered to assist you, and the couple of tricks I've got left won't be any good if you go someplace I can't use 'em. And not to be disrespectful, but I'm not gonna assume that Renault and King Phillipe and them have all been lost, and so long as they're breathing those orders stand.\" \n \"Sides, if we all stick together, we should find it easier to face anything bad that might happen.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" And besides, if you don't return, where exactly do we go anyway? \"" }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"As it stands we are both next in line to be frozen to death.\" Theron looked down the passage before conceeding. \"Fine, together then. Just keep quiet and nobody wander off.\" And with that he continued forward into the gloom. The torches fought off the darkness to some extent but the passage began a slow but perceptible narrowing. Nearly a hundred yards down the tunnel the glint of steel catches your attention and Theron lifts Cross' abandoned longsword from the ground. The tunnel seems to end nearby except for a three foot diameter hole in the wall near the floor. The noise, louder now, seems to originate from somewhere beyond it. Dacin is the first to notice a hole near the apex of the passage, though Shenaria and Octavius spot it soon after. It's about twenty feet above your heads, set at a slight angle to the floor and ominously dark.\n\n ( You may make move silently checks if you'd like. ) " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite falls into step beside the prince. He moves as silently as he is able, weapon held at the ready. His eyes constantly scan the flickering shadows cast by the torches, straining to catch any movement that may indicate a threat.\n\nUpon reaching the sword left by Cross, Raite doubles his vigilance, trying to watch both princes, the princess, and the hole near the floor at the same time. Cross would not abandon his sword while alive... would he?\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Silently: (1d20-4)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "will.h", "message": "As they continue down the tunnel he fights the urge to gasp when he sees Cross's sword. After regaining his composure he searches the immediate area, it didn't make sense, Raite wouldn't leave his sword behind if he didn't have to...and if it was taken from him, he didnt see any sign of struggle. That's when he notices the hole in the ceiling. He stops next to Raite and nudges him. As soon as he has Raite's attention he points to the ceiling and puts his other finger to his lips in a SHHH fashion. Then his own attention turns back to the hole in the ceiling. Images of a huge snake or something worse leaping from the hole and swallowing Cross fill his mind. He tries to shake them away but continues to stare into the hole...looking for any sort of movement or clue as to what might be waiting inside.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Silently (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \nSpot (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm tiptoes along behind the others, holding her torch high in her hand. As the others examine Cross's abandoned sword, she ***** her head to the side, trying to see if she can make out anything aside from the noise. Dropping to her knees beside the hold, she peers inside as far as the light from her torch will allow." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nNo signs of a struggle, there wasn't even a sound that had echoed back to them in the chamber. Just a lonely sword. Shalana immeadietly began to move as quietly as she could, waiting for orders.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\nAfter pointing out the hole, Dacin falls back to the group and whispers, \"We should get out of here. Whatever took Cross probably came from that hole, which we can't reach, and probably couldn't do anything but die in even if we could. We should swim, and use the oil I found to re-light the torches on the other side.\" \n\nHe glances at the hole nervously, \"And I think we should hurry.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \"Damn it. Yes.\" Darien whispers, the sound kept muted enough to be fairly audible. Cross was gone--this left them alone, with no one except each other to rely on. \"Frying pan, fire, and so on... let's go.\" \n \n Spoiler \nHide: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] ; Move Silently: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nWith the apparent loss of Cross, Raite finds himself the de facto leader of a bodyguard of one. The realization dawns on him there is not another member of the Royal Vigilants to issue instructions and battle orders... or to advise the Prince. There will be time for grieving lost comrades later. For now, it is his duty to do all he can to protect the small group. Marveling at the calmness in his own voice, he quitely addresses Prince Theron. \"Your highness. We can't stay here and risk having whatever took Cross come for us. He would have my ears if I were to allow you to face danger in an effort to save him. We should take his sword and move. Whether forward or back is your decision, but to stay in this place invites disaster. If we must discuss our path, let us do so back at the fork in the cave where we may not face whatever lurks here.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The hole in the ceiling stares back at Octavius, taunting him with the secrets it could hold. Perhaps he stares too long into that abyss because his gaze is met with a drop on his cheek. Then a second. Touching the liquid reveals the deep red that one might expect in such a forboding situation, and that metallic smell that rose so strongly during the brief conflict with the dwarves was rich in the Velaxian's nostrils again. The flow of blood is slow but steady, a drop every few seconds that hits the floor with a nearly inaudible plop if Octavius steps out of the way.\n\nThe hole in the wall, however, is a bit more accomodating. The noise is louder now, loud enough to be less than fifty yards away. It echoes, screeching and barking, through the tunnels and Worm can make out two distinctly different sets of sounds. One, higher in pitch and abrupt like a yapping and the other slightly lower and gutteral like a growl. The sounds battle one another like an argument, each stepping on the tail of the other, and the young apprentice can estimate between two and four sources of the noise.\n\nTheron frowns but does not make dissent with Raite's observation. He grips the sword tight in his left hand, holding it low across his body, and turns towards the hole in the wall. \"We continue on. If we are forced to retreat we can swim the tunnel as a last resort. Raite and Octavius, can you be the front...\" The prince's voice trailed off as he turned to the Velaxian, his eyes widening slightly. \"...what happened to your face?\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Sounds like there's at least two...somethings, maybe a couple more. Different kinds, though, and it don't sound like they're all exactly friendly with each other,\" Worm reports quietly, edging away from the hole to allow entrance to those Prince Theron had ordered ahead.\n\nWhen she catches sight of the blood on Octavius' cheek, her face falls. That was it, then - Cross was dead, or at least beyond their help. She felt like she ought to say something, but Nasjtorian prayers were not very solemn. Lifting her torch in something between a salute and a toast, she murmurs in Spine-Speak, \"May the doors of Valhalla open for you.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" What are we waiting for, someone pick a direction and lets move! \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin turned away from the prince to hide his scowl of disapproval. This is folly, he thought to himself. By moving forward we trap ourselves between whatever killed Cross in the ceiling and whatever's making the noise up ahead. And now we're down to a couple of untried kids, the boy princes, the princess, me and Worm....not a great fighting force. \n\nHe swore under his breath and whispered to himself, \"Gods damned Theron is going to kill us all...\" \n\nDacin hung at the back of the group and tried to decide what to do. The temptation to slip away and take the watery path anyway was nearly overwhelming, but for now he stayed with the forlorn band. First, he rationalized, the lack of light would be a problem. Maybe he could improvise something, maybe grab a torch or make one of his own, but he was all that confident he knew how. More, he wasn't thrilled about being out on his own. Even if he got out of the current danger, being by himself sounded like a recipe for disaster later on.\n\n Besides, he thought, Theron's got that bag of gold on him, and it'd be a tragedy if all that money were left for whatever it is that finally kills him... \n\nHe slipped over to Darien and leaned close, and whispered in an obscure tongue to the young prince...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Thieves' Cant \"You know your brother's leading us between the watchman and the guard dog, right? If what's ahead doesn't like us we'll have to run right underneath Cross' grave to make it to the water. Best make sure you can swim in a hurry if you have to.\" \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "As Dacin and Darien whispered in the corner, the occasional word rising enough to catch the ears of those nearest them. It seemed to be a conversation regarding the weather in Auldaria last month and the chance of one Lord Samaris winning the season's jousting competition.\n\nThe rat peeked out from Worm's collar, studying the cave anxiously, and when he caught sight of the hole above them he ducked back into the robe's safety with a series of uneasy chitters.\n\nTheron stood looking from Octavius to the hole in the ceiling, then down the small puddle on the ground. As the pieces fell into place he started toward the hole but drew to a stop and shook his head, his grip on the sword tightening. Without a word he stepped towards the more accessible hole in the wall and ducked through it." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "As Dacin launches into the rapid-fire mixture of clipped words with altered meanings and slang that constitutes the underworld's dialect, Darien blinks, and his brow furrows; his head tilts to one side. \"I'm sorry,\" he murmurs, with the tone and expression indicating that he doesn't understand, \"ah, what?\" \n\nHe follows the half-elf's gaze to his brother, and winces; holding up a hand to ward Dacin off or indicate \"later\", he hurries ahead. One of his hands is on his weapon's hilt, although he keeps his grip light.\n \"Dammit, Theron, the only thing we know about what's up there is that it's bad. Cross is dead , whatever got him is still around, why the hells do we want to spend any more time in here than we have to?\" \nThe younger prince keeps his newly-baritone voice soft and steady, but his heart is pounding. Dammit, I can't bloody think straight. This isn't good, I'm no good if I can't think... damn, but this is more adventure than I ever asked for. Taker--get us out of this and I'll make you a whole bloody mess of sarcifices. " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nWith a final look to the resting place of Cross, Raite ducks through the hole directly behind Theron." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana ducks through the hole following Theron as well." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The girl placed a comforting hand over the quivering ball of fur buried beneath her collar, her lower lip tucking worriedly under an incisor, but as the others begin to move so does she, ducking ahead of Shalana and Raite and squeezing between Theron and Darien. Turning to the princes, she places a finger to her lips and hands the torch off to Darien, digging the book from her robes and producing one of the two remaining spell strips.\n\nStopping within listening distance of the two voices, she mumbles in that same archaic language, focusing on the devilish letters as she presses her right hand gently against her temple, right next to her ear.\n\n \n Spoiler \nComprehend Languages!\n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin looked rather nonplussed at Darien's seeming incomprehension, and even more so to be summarily shushed like that. Perhaps I've overestimated the young prince, he thought to himself. I should have known he was just a poser, playing at thievery while the rest of us have to scrape and claw for every last copper. \n\nMoving past Darien, Dacin put his back to one wall and slid forward down the tunnel after Theron, Raite, and Shalana. This let him keep an eye on the evil hole as he went, but reduced the chances of him tripping on something by walking backwards all the time.\n\nHe moved like that for as long as he could keep the hole in view, then finally turned to put his back to it only once it was out of sight.\n\nDacin's gaze fell on Theron's back, then looked him over from head to toe as he tried to guage where exactly the prince was keeping the pouch full of gold. He wouldn't have much time to grab it when the time came, and he wanted to be damn sure he didn't blow his chance." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana's head was full of furious energy still. Stress had pretty much overtaken her thoughts completely. Her emotional outburst after passing through the portal made her cheeks burn. She had spoken quickly and thoughtlessly. Cross was probably dead, and that left this ratty bunch of incompetents and children to deal with adults problems. Theron was in charge now, whether he wanted to be or not.\n\nShe wanted to say something but all she could do was keep breathing, she didn't know what to say, or what to do, this was outside anything she had ever expected to experience in her life. Shalana was tired and hungry and that soft side of herself was brutally depressed, while her hardened side was focused only on putting one foot in front of the next. In the whole world all she really wanted was some sleep." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince takes the torch willingly enough, and watches with acute interest as Worm works her way through the process of magical invocation. \"What...?\" he murmurs, sotto voce ." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron hisses in a half-hushed whisper. \"If you can walk through stone, feel free to find your way out of here. Those of us who are bound by solid objects will follow this tunnel until we're out. I will not swim through a submerged passage that may not even have an outlet. I've heard no better proposition put...\" He falls silent at the apprentice's urging and keeps his eyes on the tunnel ahead.\n\nWorm's mystic mumbling is met with an anti-climatic silence. No flash of light or puff of smoke to denote the spells success. To the observers, it is as if nothing has even occurred. The screeching and growling continues from further up the passage.\n\nWorm\n\nThe sounds meld, becoming an indecipherable mish-mash of noise and then separating again like tearing cloth. The original noises are still audible a half second before your mind decrypts the meaning behind them.\n\n \"...harder than that! You hit like my baby sister.\" This was a deeper voice, though only slightly. More a growl or grumble than a bark.\n\n \"I ain't gonna waste my strength beating on a dog in a cage. Pokin' it with this stick is bothersome enough.\" This was a second voice, spoken in the same tongue as the one previous.\n\n\" Brutes! Leave me to my misery. You disgrace your ancestors!\" This was the third, higher pitched and abrupt like a yapping dog.\n\n \"Don't talk about my ancestors! My father is a great warrior and I will be greater. Maybe he will let me fight you in the Blood Chamber when Igraz has tortured you long enough.\" The first voice again, and the statement is followed by an anguished half-moan/half-shriek from the third. The voices die down then, leaving the occasional pained growl or curse as they continue their fun." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Once the voices fade, Worm once again faces the princes and the rest of the group. Motioning them close, she says in a whisper, \"There are two - people or things - torturing someone or something that's caged up. They don't sound like they'd be very friendly, some talk of 'blood pits' and general nastiness.\" She drew in a deep breath, unsure of the reception of the plan she was about to set forth.\n\n \"I think that maybe if we got the drop on them we could be in an ok position, since there's six of us, and if someone can get through and let out whoever's locked up, I bet he'd be more than glad to help us get rid of them. We gotta figure that whatever's up ahead got into this cave somehow, so if there's a way out it's probably through 'em.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" We can't guarentee that the prisoner will know the way out, do we want to try and take the other ones prisoner? \"\n\nShalana asked the question but the thought of battle was harrowing at best, she still felt deathly sick from the portal. Suprise would probably win them the day though, so she had no real complaints." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin shrugged. Fighting hadn't gotten them very far against the dwarves...running had. But if the rest of the group was certain of the plan, he might as well go along with it.\n\nFor now.\n\nHe drew his dagger and waited for the warrior types to go in first. After all, they had armor and better weapons. If he saw a chance to strike, he'd take it, but mostly he planned to stay back and out of the way where it was safe.\n\nOr at least safer.\n\nHe bowed to Raite and Octavious, \"After you, gentlemen.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron frowned as he adjusted his grip on the longsword. His voice was just a hair above a whisper. \"We are in their home, I don't feel right about attacking them. Still, if they're torturing someone they can't be good people so we can't assume they'd treat us any differently.\" He studied the portion of the corridor ahead where the right wall opened into another chamber, the source of the sound evidently just beyond.\n\n \"Darien, do you think you can get a better look and tell us what we're dealing with? Room size, obstacles, what weapons they have?\" The older prince turned to look over his brother. \"I don't want to charge in there and find out there are actually two talkers and a bunch of mutes.\" \n\nWhile he waited for Darien's response, he slid the shortsword from his belt and held it out to Shalana. \"A bit more reach than a dagger if you know how to swing it. Perhaps that knife could be useful to Worm.\" He set his eyes on the apprentice as he said it. \"It's better to have steel in your hand...just in case.\" \n\nThe time spent waiting for Cross' return had done you all some good. The bubbling in your stomachs and aching muscles had calmed significantly, allowing easier movement.\n\n ( Those who were nauseated are now sickened. Those who were sickened are now free of penalties. ) " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana's eyes gleamed at the sight of a real weapon handed to her. She bowed traditionally before taking the sword, \" Thank you \". Turning on her heel she flipped the dagger from hilt to blade in her hand and held it out open handed to Worm.\n\n\" If you don't know how to use this, just wait till they show their back to you and drive it into the first open flesh you see. I'm sorry it isn't a very pretty request, but I have faith in you. \"\n\nWith that she held her shortsword backwards across her arm and changed her stance slightly, but did not fall completely into it, waiting for information from Darien." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm ducks her head, suddenly very interested in the scuffing and fraying of her worn slippers, when Theron turns his eyes to her, and she slumps forward a bit to take the dagger, holding it between her fingers as thought it were a living snake. Tucking in her belt, she mumbles, \"Thanks, I s'ppose.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien nodded, then stretched, flexed, and shook his limbs loose. He shifted one knee up and pulls a smaller knife from his boot, gripping the hilt so the flat of the blade pressed against the underside of his arm, hidden from view save from behind him, and--breathing shallow and steady--made his way forward. Dacin would likely recognize the way he moves as at the very least a pseudo-professional attempt at stealth, rather than a rank amateur's exaggerated tiptoeing.\n\n\n(Incidentally, can we pick a tense? It's a little odd seeing past and present both. I prefer present, which most of us seem to be using, but DNF's using past, so we should probably do that.)" }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "As the group readies itself, Darien sets off towards the sounds. Careful steps carry him away from the group and those who follow his movements with their eyes can see him crouch beside the opening and peer around it.\n\n Worm \n\nThe voices rise up again.\n\n \"Agi-sk will see you punished in the Mouring Hall!\" The third voice cried out. The other two laugh in response, if you could call the sounds laughing. Their response is without mirth, however. Slightly edgy and hesitant even.\n\n \"Don't threaten us with your dead god. We'll send you to join him soon enough.\" \n Darien \n\nInside is room furnished with three wooden cages, merely strips of wood set into the stone of the wall to form bars. The only light in the room comes from a low fire in a small pit in the corner, complete with small metal irons that are surely meant for torture. A table with a few unpleasent looking instruments with hooks and blades sits against the opposing wall. A few boxes sit against the walls as well, crude wood and thatch constructs. But your eyes are drawn most to the occupants, and what you see sets your skin to crawl.\n\nThey're not men, but neither are they animals. At first you think they may be monkeys, strange beasts you've seen brought in from K'a Evis, but they're movements and appearance differ too greatly. They stand no taller than a gnome, a tangle of wiry limbs and bony joints. In the dim illumination you can make out clothing, though it's ragged, draped across their tiny frames. Their heads seem a fraction too large, their their eyes bulbous and mouths wide. Their skin, whatever color it may actually be, seems mottled and thick. The two creatures stand on your side of the cage bars, one jabbing into the cage with a sharp stick at a third figure, this one smaller than the others and altogether different. It's face looks to be canine with beady eyes and leathery skin. It's clothing is in tatters, burned in some places, and it swats at the stick angrily while yipping at the aggressors. There is another opening on the wall to your left, the one on which the table is set, but there appears to be no other occupants.\n\n ( Actually, you'll find that I'm switching between tenses throughout the game. An unfortunate habit of mine, I'm afraid. I am attempting to post in present but there will be times when I have neither the time nor the inclination to go back and convert where I swapped over. ) " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "Slowly, Darien pulls back from the corner, and makes his way no less carefully back to the rest of the group.\n \"Two, and one in the cage,\" he confirms. \"I have no idea what they are--human-like, short, strange-looking. The thing in the cage is like a dog crossed with a scaly monkey, frankly. There's an exit from the chamber, though, so more could well come... maybe we ought to lure one out and jump it.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin bowed towards the brother princes, his voice quiet \"If I may make a suggestion, milords? We have but two ways forward, through the water or through the...creatures. Whatever they are, they've shown themselves to be cruel to the thing in the cage, and we cannot expect them to do differently to us. More, they may have friends...friends who may come if we give them time to call. If we are determined not to swim, then we should strike swiftly and with surprise while we still have it. Kill the tormentors and free the thing in the cage, and we will have the information we need.\" \n \"But milords, we must move swiftly or risk discovery and having to face the wretched prospect of exchanging one pursuit for another.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" I agree with Dacin. We must move in quietly and end them just as quietly. Though I am particularly loathe to kill people we do not know, by their behavior I don't think they would be inviting. But we must move quickly. I doubt they expect us. \"" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \"I suppose they're just as likely to raise the alarm as be lured out. All right--quick and clean, let's do this.\" \n\nHis expression is inscrutable, his mouth a thin line. Darien inhales, and his side-sword whispers free of its leather sheath; he holds it with the point down and towards the floor, knuckles white." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm seems distinctly ill at ease with this plan, and she rubs her forearms anxiously. She was glad they seemed ready to go, but she didn't mean that they should rush in and start racking up a body count.\n\n \"Alright, but maybe we don't have to try to kill them. I kinda meant just, you know, knocking 'em in the head so they fall asleep.\" Pulling a dart from her sleeve, she prepares to follow the others." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite adjusts his grip on the hilt of his sword and moves towards the front of the group in order to be the first into the chamber. Once in position he looks back towards Prince Theron, his face set in a grim expression, though the perceptive may have noticed a brief flicker of what could only be called fear before he was able to mask his emotions." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana moved up towards Raite, her demeanor suddenly all business. Turning back towards Worm she said, \" If you don't want to fight no one will make you, but as a whole we are all inexperienced in combat, we cannot afford to play nice, because they may be much better trained than us, we must press our advantage now and hope suprise wins us the fight. \"\n\nShalana grew frustrated, today was certainly turning into a fine cup of tea." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"A blow to the head is likely to result in death.\" Theron states, his voice even as he looked over the group. \"Do what you have to do, but don't kill them if they don't pose a threat.\" He gives a nod to Raite, and steps towards the opening. The room comes into view for the group as a whole, the two creatures still standing beside the makeshift cages. One of them catches sight of Raite and it's eyes widen, reflecting yellow in the light of the torches, clearly suprised by their sudden appearance. The caged creature doesn't appear to be quite as taken aback and he lowers into a crouch in the corner.\n\n ( Initiatives and actions, please. Your opponents are suprised. Everyone can take a standard action during the suprise round. ) " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nSome of Raite's military training asserts itself and the young Vigilant issues a quick command to the group, \"Block the other passage so they can't run,\" and then advances on the nearest creature, attempting to look as intimidating as his large size allows. Upon reaching the creature, Raite holds his sword to it's chest and motions that it should get down on the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \nIntimidate: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \nIf the creature tries to escape or makes any remotely threatening moves, Raite will attack to kill.\nTo hit: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana heard the order from Raite and responded without thinking, she sprinted to the other opening doing her best to keep herself from becoming vulnerable. She turned her back to the opening and readied her sword dropping completely into a fighting stance.\n\nHer mind had become completley quiet and she was ready for all comers.\n\n((If either of the creatures approaches, she attacks.))\n\n \n Spoiler \n To hit and damage on same page. \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin skulked. In truth, there wasn't much else he was either willing or able to do. Between his small size, lack of armor, and tiny dagger, he was at total disadvantage in any kind of battle with the creatures and he knew it. Instead, he moved as quietly as he could around the periphery of the chamber, hoping to escape notice until the opportunity to do something decisive presented itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The scholarly girl's initial instinct is to gaze in wonder at these new and fascinating creatures - imagine, not one, but two humanoid, sentient races unknown to the population at large! However, the urgency of the situaiton is too great to ignore, and she hopes that they are able to make it through this without fatalities with so much to be learned here.\n\nInstead, she takes off running along the cave wall and toward the cages, ducking down and crouching near the structures." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "Blade in one hand, knife in the other, Darien rushes in; he levels his slender sword with a visibly trembling hand, and moves carefully around, looking for all the world like he's not sure whether he wants to be involved, and has little idea of what to do with his weapon, to boot. However, his nervous path takes him past and behind one of the creatures, and he indicates with a quick jerk of his head that someone should take up the flanking position.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Octavius takes position by the door you entered, watching down the tunnel. Darien ends up behind the creature that Raite bears down on, pinning it between them. Raite's gesture with the oversized blade seems to be enough to freeze the creature in place, only the slight shaking of limbs there to evidence it's being alive. Shalana reaches the opposing door and drops into a stance there, catching the sound of growling from somewhere beyond it. Theron approached the second creature as it turned the sharpened stick on him defensively.\n\nThe caged beast then lunged forward, wrapping its arms around the face of its tormentor, clamping one over the mouth to muffle its cries. It struggled against the grip, losing its hold on the stick and sending it rolling across the room. The caged creature narrowed red eyes on the group around it and the words it spoke were a broken and unevenly pitched type of Spine-Speak.\n\n \"You...Talls...kill them...they will bring more\" \n ( You have effectively concluded the initiative phase. You may now act in any order. Sorry for the delay. I've had a crazy week. My attempts to contact WillH have met with no response. I'll write him out if he doesn't respond by next week. ) " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana jumps and spins around to the sound of the growling. She attempts to peer down the way to see if she can see anything. Leaning over her shoulder she speaks loudly without shouting, \" There is something or someone over here. \"\n\nShe slightly adjusts the way she is standing to see both down the hall and toward the direction of the battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince steps in, and makes what appears to be a wild thrust with a shaking hand, missing wildly--but then his side-sword pulls back and flicks around in a circular motion; the facade drops, his hand firm, and the weapon's point pierces skin and flesh as Darien performs a smooth, short lunge; he swivels and one leg snaps out and forward, though not far enough to endanger him, and then pushes back, restoring him to his stance, blade-tip crimson.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack, with flanking: 1d20+6=23 for 1d6-1=4 points of damage.\n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin took in the scene and weighed his options. Theron was hanging out there on his own against one of the creatures, and if something unfortunate happened to him then Dacin'd be that much closer to a big payday.\n\nOn the other hand...\n\nHe thought a bit more. If these creatures lived long enough to summon help, the whole bag of gold probably wouldn't help him any, and if they didn't kill them quickly then that help was likely going to come. There was only so much noise they could make before someone realized it was more than just the usual torture screams coming from here, torture chamber or no, so they HAD to be quick.\n\nHe glanced at Shalana and Octavius and Worm and sighed. Two of them were busy guarding exits and the third was of even less use in combat than he was. There really was no better choice right now.\n\n Well, he thought, at least the thing's back is turned.... \n\nDacin slipped up behind the one that Theron was facing and stabbed hard with his dagger, aiming for the creature's kidneys....or at least where the kidneys ought to be in a person.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n Attack - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 2 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nSeeing the younger prince attack, Raite realizes the group is commited to a fight. The young warrior wastes no time engaging the creature he is facing, hoping the fight is over quickly and quietly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo hit: (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Stoppit! Worm shouts as the melee erupts, clutching her hands to the side of her head with a look of panic. \"They wasn't even threatening! What happened to not killing unless we have to?!\" \n\nHer words are too late, and she covers her mouth to muffle a soft scream, looking wide-eyed at the creature in the cage." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "It's a blur of motion, the sounds battling one another for supremecy in the cramped chamber. Darien's thrust bites deep into the creature's back, causing it to go rigid and then limp. Before it can fall, however, the Vigilant's greatsword cleaves through muscle and bone. An arm falls loose from the body which follows the force of the weapon and sails through the air to impact against he wall with a sickening crunch. Blood splatters the young prince's chest, droplets streaking his forehead and cheeks, but the creature lies still as the pool of gore around it spreads.\n\nThe second creature, held against the cage bars, makes for an easy target for Dacin. The page struggles through his own weariness to drive his dagger into the creatures side, unable to reach the back. The knife comes away bloody and the pain causes the beast to crumple forward, tearing free of the grapple and sprawling out on the floor of the cave. It drags itself forward, wounded but alive, its yellow eyes wide with panic and brimming with tears. The grating noise that comes out of its mouth is a cry of anguish, followed by words that sound like grunts to all but Worm.\n\n \"Tak...Tak, get up!\" \n\nWorm's shouts hang in the air as the creature struggles towards it's fallen companion. Theron's eyes are wide as well, his face tightening in disgust. He reaches down and pulls the creature up by its thread-bare shirt, clasping an arm around it and sweeping the sword around the room. The creature hangs limp, gasping in ragged breaths.\n\n \"Donateur, hide your eyes.\" His words are whispered, rising then to address the group. \"What have you done?\" His eyes narrow. \"A hand over the mouth never came to mind?\" \n\nThe caged beast speaks up then, still in that high-pitched broken Spine-Speak. \"Kill it...kill the other...do not be fooled...\" Red eyes stare unwavering at the creature in Theron's grasp, scaled fingers gripping tight to the bars.\n\n Shalana \n\nThe tunnel continues for several yards but fades into blackness without the aid of closer light. The growling continues, soft and muted, and the shuffling sounds of movement accompany it." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"No, no,\" the apprentice mumbles, her face going pasty and white as the goblin ceases movement and blood begins to spread across the cave floor. She grabs her stomach as the metallic scent tinges her nostrils, and makes a dry, retching noise, but finds she has nothing to expel and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her robe.\n\n \"Shut up!\" she practically yells in Spine-Speak, frustration toward the caged creature obvious as he urges her companions to continue their attack. \"You be quiet, ok? No more!\" \n\nRounding back on the rest of the group, her voice thick and face covered in tears, she whimpers, \"Why'd you do that? Sometimes people 'n animals are in cages for a reason.\" She eyes the prisoner cautiously, backing into the wall and attempting to keep herself as far from both the corpse and the red-eyed beast as possible. Pressing her palms to the cool stone, she tilts her head to the side a little.\n\n \"'Sname was Tak. They got names, just like us. Don't feel right...\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nWith his victim subdued for the moment, Dacin stalked across the room towards Worm, the bloody dagger trembling in his hand from either rage or terror....or maybe both together. Seizing the collar of the page's robe with his free hand he dragged her back away from the scene, then whispered in a trembling voice, \"Shut. Up.\" He leaned in closer, \"Haven't you noticed what's gone on? How can you be so smart and so stupid all at once?! We've been DYING out here. Cross and almost all the Vigilants and all the Princess' guards...they're DEAD!\" \n\nHe glared, his emerald bright eyes staring into Worm's unnatural purplish ones, \"There were sixteen of us only a couple of hours ago, and there are only seven of us now! I know you want to be merciful, I know you think we might be able to talk to them, and maybe you even think that we're murderers for not trying harder....but we're doing what we must to stay alive!! We don't have time for mercy, and we can't take chances and hope that anyone else will be merciful either!! \" \n\nDacin looked down at the bloody dagger in his hand as if seeing it for the very first time, trembled slightly, then his newly more elven features hardened into an angry mask, \"What you need to do is stop screaming and drawing attention to us, and go over there and talk to that...that thing and find out what we need to know.\" \n\nWith that he released Worm's robe and stepped away from her with a look on his face that might have been anger, might have been disgust, and might...just might...have been pity and a little guilt." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana trembles a little to the sound of the growling she knows is in front of her. She grips her sword more tightly and breathes, trying to center herself. \" Like I said before, there is something down this hallway, and it isn't friendly. Would someone kindly back me up please? And get that damn caged whatever-it-is to spill the beans on how to get out of this hole. \"\n\nShe wanted desperately to close her eyes to forget she was here, she wanted to wake up at home, she never thought she would think this, but she even missed her father and brother. She sighed audibly, she had a tired feeling in her bones, it creeped around her, she was exhausted, how long had she been up now? What time was it even? She couldn't even think of a good curse word to say." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite looks towards Theron, an expression of what can only be described as shame etched on his face. For a moment he looks as though he is about to say something, but then turns and silently moves to stand along side Shalana. The young man turns to duty to drown the horror and guilt that wells up within him at the thought that a terrible mistake may have been made." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm squirms in the page's grasp as he yanks her by the collar, and as he hisses in her face her chin begins to wobble and her round eyes well up with tears. She moves her eyes to the side, hoping to keep the water at bay, and she squeezes her hands into tight fists.\n\n \"The prince said not t' kill no one that didn't pose a threat, and you still tried,\" she replies in a loud, trembling whisper. \"An' you did that cause you're scared. We're all scared - that don't mean doing something wrong isn't wrong anymore.\"\n\n\"Besides,\" the girl says, folding her arms across her chest and drawing herself up to her full, rather miniscule height, \"You can't order me around, an' I can't talk to him anymore than you can.\" she indicates the goblin.\n\n \"He can, though.\" Turning to the caged creature - while surreptitiously wiping her eyes with her oversized sleeves - she speaks in Nasjtor: \"We need to ask him questions, ok? Will you translate for me? Once we know what we need to, we'll see about getting you out.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"These...creatures...aren't dwarves and they didn't attack us. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again.\" Theron sets his eyes on Dacin, a cold glare that was more of a reprimand than words would have been. He turns that same look on Darien before approaching the cage, stopping a few yards away and kneeling to keep his hands on the creature's shoulders while still letting it stand on its own. It cowers as the caged creature shakes the bars and bares yellow teeth at it.\n\nThe creature in the cage calms after a moment and turns its eyes up to Worm. Seeming to sense a shift in the winds, it offers what may have been a grin and pulls its hands away from the bars. \"Talls seek answers...the other will tell lies, but this one will speak your words.\" It straightens out the vest it is wearing, a patchwork of gray and red, and looks between the apprentice and the creature in Theron's grasp.\n\n Raite and Valairn \n\nThe growling continues, then scratching. The darkness remains thick until Octavius steps up behind the duo with a torch in hand. The flickering of the torch reveals a length of passage and a small opening on the left wall about twenty feet down. The sounds seem to originate from that area." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin grits his teeth and bows to Theron, his anger muted but detectable, \"As you say, milord.\" \n\nOnce Theron's attention is drawn to Worm and the two captive creatures, the page steps past Darien and mutters softly, \"The price of halibut at the westside docks is falling. Might be time to look into salmon.\" \n \n Spoiler \n \"Your brother's going to get us all killed. I hope you've got a plan, or we're dead.\" \n \n\n\nMoving away from the cage, he slipped in behind Raite and Shalana to let his keener eyes help keep an eye on the corridor ahead. He whispered, \"What do you think's down there, anyway?\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" I have no idea what's down there, but it growls, and I learned early to never turn your back on anything that growls. \"\n\nShe sort of smiled at Dacin, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was thinking. While she agreed with Worm's point of view, we did have a choice on how we acted, she couldn't fault Dacin either. After all, who was really right in these circumstances?\n\nThinking back on the circumstances they probably could have negotiated with the two of them, but something about the idea struck her wrong, she just couldn't have seen that ending any different then what happened now, but how could she even know? She mentally shrugged and turned her attention completely towards wherever the sound was coming from.\n\n\" I'd say we should go look to see what's up there, but that hasn't turned out well for anyone yet, we can wait until we know more of where it is we are. \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Kay,\" Worm says in Spine-Speak, taking a deep breath and not seeming to know what to say to the creature. \"Well, um, where are we? Somewhere in the Spine, I'd wager, seein' as you can talk to me, but you know any specifics? Are there more of them? If there are, how many? How do we get out of here? How far is it?\" She waits for him to translate and get her response, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone else has questions they need answered." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite's tries to focus on watching the shadows of the passage in front of him but his eyes are constantly drawn back to the slowly congealing blood on the edge of his sword. Frustrated with the groups lack of patience in dealing with the creatures and his own failure to carry out the prince's orders, he half growls, \"We wait. The prince and the apprentice will learn what they can about our location from the... thing in the cage. Then we'll act.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The caged creature translates Worm's words to the other, adding in a few choice insults and threats for good measure. The other beast speaks between sobs and gasps, favoring his left leg and holding a hand to the wound on his right side.\n\n \"I don't know this Spine. You are in the home of the White Eye tribe in the mountains near the Valley of Bleached Bones. We are a fierce tribe...80 strong. Our warriors cannot be defeated. You can leave through the tunnel behind you. Follow it through the breeding pens and the dining hall. But our warriors will not let you pass. You have Tak's blood on your swords. The blood of a White Eye youngling. You will pay with your lives.\" The creature straightens up towards the end and puts on a fierce mask to hide his pain and fear.\n\nThe caged creature relays the same information. He pauses before adding more, your growing familiarity with his broken Spine-Speak making him easier to understand. \"What that one says is true. The White Eye are dangerous. They have the backing of greater monsters and have raided our warrens for many moons. 80 is too many, this winter has been harsh and the White Eye have suffered like the rest, but they have 50 atleast. If you are caught here you will not survive. But there is another way. This one is a scout for the Broken Spears clan. This one has found ways into the caves of the White Eye. If you Talls will free this one, this one will show you the way.\" \n Raite \n\nAs you focus on the noises you notice subtle differences in the growling. Overlapping changes in pitch that bring your mind back to the castle's kennel. The sound is similar to the caged dogs at play there, scratching and rolling and growling to prove their dominance." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nOnce more, Darien gives Dacin a puzzled look and mouths what? as the page whispers something to him.\n\n I just wounded the damned thing, and it's not as though they were about to welcome us with open arms! Still, his grip on his bloodied blade tightens until his knuckles pale. As he listens to the translation provided by the short being in the cage, however, he loosens his clenched fist. A war-tribe, that raids others--they hadn't done a good thing, for certain, but, Preneur! These were no innocents!\n\n \"Free the--free him, unless you feel like fighting through fifty warriors out for blood,\" Darien says, gesturing at the caged creature, then turning to it.\n \"What's your name?\" he asks, in barely-accented Nasjtor. \"Where's the nearest human settlement from here?\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana listened intently to the creature talk and after it had finished she looked back, \" I vote for letting him out, danger is all well and good in tale's but I've had my fill of it for the day. \"\n\nShe smiled, it was funny to her, at least from her singularly Yunisian point of view. Its what her combat instructor used to tell her when she had thoroughly tired him out for the day. She inclined her head toward's the two people standing by her side, \" Give me a second to do something if you don't mind. \"\n\nStooping to the floor she cut her dress off just below the knee, cutting strips off. She fashioned a make-shift belt and then tied another smaller strip to the belt making a \"scabbard\" for her sword, she carefully put her sword in it and let it catch at the hilt. It wasn't comfortable but it was better than holding it.\n\nShe fidgeted slightly at the new air movement. She looked and felt like a ragamuffin and it pleased her sense of humor. For the first time in a while she laughed out loud, she did her best to subdue her laughter and managed to keep it mostly to herself.\n\n\" If only my father and brother could see me now! \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Youngling...\" Worm rolls the word around in her mouth, brow furrowing deeply. \"Means they're little, yeah?\" The question is soft and rhetorical, and she forces her eyes away from the body on the floor as she approaches the cage to study it, on the prince's order. Giving the creature a wary look, she looks for a way to free him from his prison." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron raises his sword hand, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the blade is still in it. His words are clipped Auldarian, spoken between gritted teeth. \"I think rash action has already caused us enough trouble today. Just because this thing knows a way out doesn't mean we can trust it. We have dungeons in the castle to hold criminals. Why would this cage be any different?\" \n\nThe creature responds despite the conversation. It doesn't seem to even register the language. \"This one is called Zesh.\" This mouth splits into that unnerving grin again. \"Talls do not live in these mountains. Too much raiding and killing. This one has seen a village not but a day from here, though. Talls are there training longbeard slaves.\" \n\nAs Worm begins examining the cage the beast in Theron's graps becomes aggitated, struggling and gasping out words in its gutteral tongue. \"No! It must stay! Too dangerous!\" The struggling seems to worsen the injury it sustained and it doubles over with a groan. Moments later it is silent, unconscious or dead, as Theron eases it to the floor with a muttered curse." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" Theron, I think a prisoner of war is a bit different from a criminal. If what the creature says is true, there is nothing he has done wrong except for be born on one side of a war. And anyway, we are all armed and he is not. I think it would be foolish to not release him, he has offered us a way out, I don't think a creature in his position would need to lie about something like that. \"\n\n\" Of course he could be lying, but I don't think this creatures lies will be worse than us stumbling around in the middle of an encampment of strange creatures. Overall I would wager taking him with us is less of a risk than leaving him here. Think about it from his position, if we leave him here, it is in his best interest to tell his captors of what we did, he might save his own life if he does, I would rather drag him with us and take on the risk of him lying, than leave him here and take on the risk of 50 armed whatever they are chasing after us in this place. \"\n\nAfter that she started to bow, but changed it into a curtsy, \" But the decision is yours and I trust your judgment. \"" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "Darien listens to his fiancee with pursed lips, nods, and then moves his eyes to his brother.\n \"A moment,\" he says, that brittle false-brightness in his voice. \"A trifling matter. Whereever we are, it's far away from home. 'Talls' training 'longbeard' slaves , brother.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm freezes at the door, watching as the Theron raises his sword and the little creature shrieks and keels over. This was all becoming a lot to take in, and she fidgets with her sleeves, cheeks glowing pink as she mumbles in Theron's direction, \"I just thought - cause his highness said...\" \n\nThe girl trails off as Shalana begins to speak, and she shakes her head. \"With all due respect your majesty, he never said he was a prisoner of war, an' just cause he don't look armed doesn't mean he ain't.\" And then she shrugs, biting her lip and looking at Darien, who had latched onto the same comment she had.\n\n \"Humans taking dwarves as slaves is what it sounds like, but that don't make sense. Dwarves'd die before they let something like that happen.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \"Die,\" Darien agrees, pausing for dramatic effect, \"or, perhaps, kill .\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" I agree he never said he was a prisoner of war, but from what he said, it sounds like he is. And all we have to go on is what it sounds like. I respect your concern, truly I do, but we cannot wait around to make a decision that has no risk to it. And if I were a prisoner, I would prefer companions during my escape. He has nothing to lose from helping us, and he certainly has nothing to gain from lying to us that would put us in a situation that is worse than it currently is. \"\n\n\" Unlike the rest of you, I am from Yunis, but we cannot die here, Theron's whole kingdom depends on us living, and my sacred charge to defend my people and their interests also depends on that, I am not trying to be rash or misstep here, but from my eyes, I see a path that may yield escape for us. Theron as always, it is your decision to make. \"\n\nShe curtsied again. It was an awkward movement at best. Duty and chaos danced around in her mind, she had never felt so keenly driven before, her whole life was on the edge of a blade, she wouldn't die here, there was too much to live for." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron turns his back to the cage, lowering the tip of the sword to the floor. \"I like to think I know my history and this just doesn't fit. Dwarves have ruled over Nasjtor for as long as any record I've seen has existed. They could be freed slaves hiding out and giving the dwarves a taste of their own but it doesn't feel right.\" He sets his eyes on Shalana after a moment of silent consideration.\n\n \"I'm not disputing that it might get us out of here, I'm just concerned about the cost. If we set it free I want eyes on it every second. At no time do we let it get behind us and we do not give it a weapon.\" He spun around then, bringing the sword up and resting the flat on his shoulder. His Spine-Speak is precise and clipped, the words of one who studied the language but never used it.\n\n \"You...what do your call your kind?\" The creature seems confused for a moment, then hesitant. It responds with a strange lilting to its voice, different from its previous speech. The word was strange, likely due to the translation. Theron repeats it and recieves an affirmative from the beast. \"Kobold. Very well. We will free you and you will show us the way out. You will remain with us and make no attempt to flee. If you act against us we will kill you. Is this understood?\" The creature steps back from the bars and dips into a bow, an oddly human motion.\n\n \"This one agrees.\" Theron nods to Worm then, confirming Darien's request to open the cage. He stands near with the sword in hand, watching the creature intently. The cage is simply several wooden rod set into the rock of the cave. Two of them are loose and could likely be removed with enough effort, making the cage accessible but difficult for a single captive to open." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \"You know,\" Dacin said in a contemplative tone, \"we should consider that the portal may have moved us in time as well as in space. It was a magic portal, after all, who knows what it's capable of? We could be under the Spine right now, in the distant past before magic was sealed away...didn't Worm say something about that was written on the gate? We could be in a time so far gone that no human can recall it or has it written record of it, but one that the Dwarves with their longer memories have not forgotten. A time when they were slaves to humans, not the other way around. Perhaps that is why Nasjtor is so brutal in our day...they recall what humans did when they were the masters and they fight hard to prevent it from happening again.\"\n\n\"Or,\" he went on, \"perhaps we have been moved to the future. Perhaps the Dwarven overlords of Nasjtor have been overthrown at last. Maybe their move against Auldaria was the last straw and brought the wrath of Velaxia and Yunis upon them and the 'longbeards' fell, and were served the same 'justice' they inflicted on others.\" \n\nHe paused, then shrugged and added, \"Or maybe we're in a different world entirely. Someplace truly new and unique, that's never heard of Nasjtor, Velaxia...or Auldaria. We should keep in mind the possibility that we may only have our own resources to draw upon ever again, that we may never be able to return home to the people and places we knew.\" \n\nDacin didn't seem too terribly upset at that idea, but perhaps he had the least to lose from that scenario. He smiled grimly as he kept his eyes peeled down the corridor, \"Just something to think about.\" " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe young vigilant watches the release of the prisoner with his peripheral vision, ready to move at a moments notice should the creature threaten either prince." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks at Dacin watching his eyes as he speaks. It was indeed something to think about.\n\nTurning to look at Darien before she speaks, \" It is indeed something to consider, but we should get out of here first. \" She stood up a little straighter and drew her sword again." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm begins to manipulate the bars, glancing over her shoulder at Dacin as she does. \"Well, seein' as he knows Spine-Speak, it seems unlikely we'd've traveled way back in time, since the language wouldn't've even existed then. And magic's never been sealed away, otherwise you wouldn't be able to use it. The portal said something about locking away energy that endangered the world, which could be any sort of thing.\"\n\n\"Course, I suppose it could be the future. I've never heard of no magic that can send you through time, an' if we traveled to the future shouldn't we all be grown up? I mean, cause when great mages manage to teleport, which is to say, go from one place to another - \" she grunts a little as she pries one of the bars free, \" - they still travel the distance, right, just not in the normal way, which means they went however many miles. So, it stands to reason that if you teleport through time, you still went through the passage - years, months, days - but just not in the conventional manner, an' so the effects should still be the same. Course that's all speculation, cause like I said, I never heard of it.\" \n\nBracing one grimy slipper against the cage, she yanks on the remaining bar. \"'Sfar as other worlds go, if they exist I'd like to think they'd show a little more imagination, rather'n just copying the languages and rocks and all from ours. Maybe with a sky made of water you can breath or everything bein' on the inside instead of the outside, you know?\" With one last mighty tug the apprentice opens the cage, and moves quickly away to allow the creature his exit." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Zesh steps out through the opening and darts across the room, skidding to a stop at the hole through which you'd entered the room. He peers in both directions before it turns back and points a clawed finger at the unconsious creature. \"Put that one in the cage. It could be trouble if it does not die.\" Theron hauls the creature up and tucks him away in the cage, setting the sword down long enough to reset the bars.\n\nWhile he waits, the kobold fishes through his tattered clothing and tears away at the hem of the shirt. A small wire, crudely bent at the end, drops out into his palm and he twists it between his fingers. That lipless grin cuts across his face again. \"Always good to have a key.\" With the creature safely locked away, Zesh slips out into the tunnel and motions for the group to follow." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " \"Getting out, first,\" Prince Darien suggests, both brows raised. \"Speculation about things stranger than the wildest stories, after. I find myself longing for the sky.\" \n\nHis blade's tip pointed downwards so it doesn't come too close to anyone, the younger royal brother follows the released \"kobold\" closely; glancing behind him, he raises a finger briefly to his lips in order to forestall further conversation." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite herds the others in the small group after Zesh and takes up a position at the back. As the party moves forward, he constantly checks over his shoulder, wary of any signs of pursuit." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe young page muttered quietly such that only Shalana and Worm could hear him as they moved down the passage, \"As if we haven't already gone through things wilder than any story...\" \n\nKeeping his dagger ready and his eyes peeled down the corridor ahead, Dacin followed the group forward." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nKeeping lockstep with the group Shalana whispers back to Dacin, \n Spoiler \n\" Don't let the prince fool you we are following a short lizard on the other side of a magic portal and our comrades were sucked into dark corners to die without making a sound. I think wild idea doesn't even begin to cover it. \"\n \n\n\nAs tired as she was, she was in her element, rushing ahead without having to look back and apologize." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm gives Dacin a nod, but offers no other response, craning her neck to give Vesh a narrow-eyed look, then drops down into her usual slump, picking up Darien the rat and cradling him to her chest. Turning, she looks at the silent Vigilant behind her and offers him a little smile." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The kobold leads the group along a tunnel which seems to incline upwards as you progress. In time you arrive at a intersection, with the tunnel continuing forward and others branching to the left and right. The intersection is warmer than the previous tunnels. Zesh holds up a claw and seems to sniff the air for a moment before looking back over his shoulder. \"Talls stay here. This one must look.\" And at that he skulks off down the left tunnel. The right tunnel curves slightly as it fades into darkness and distinct sounds rise from it. Sounds like the tearing of something soft and the breaking of something solid." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The girl's gaze follows the kobold warily as he disappears into the left tunnel. After a moment, she snakes out of the group, handing the torch off to Octavius and dropping into a kind of crouch and, with one hand on the wall, begins to move down the tunnel on the right, following the curve and trying to find the source of the noise." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks about and simply decides that staying put is the best bet for now." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite motions for Theron's attention and, with a quick look in the direction that Worm has gone, quietly asks, \"Should we let her go off on her own your highness? She's the only one of us with experience using magic.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron, who's eyes had previously been fixed on the back of the retreating kobold, turns to watch Worm stride off in the opposite direction. Without a word he turns his attention back to Raite and motions for the Vigilant to follow her. He leans in between Darien and Dacin after that, lowering his voice to a whisper. \"Would one of you mind keeping an eye on that thing ...\" extending a finger in the direction of the kobold's slinking form as he speaks \"...while we try to keep the absent-minded apprentice out of trouble?\" \n Worm \n\nThe short tunnel winds to the right and as you arrive at that bend you can make out light. It flickers and casts shadows along the cave wall. Long, twisted shadows that move of their own volition. Your eyes follow them, forming in your mind a figure with gangly limbs as it brings something up to its face and begins to chew. Those sounds accompany the motion, tearing and rending. Then choked laughter and the clattering of metal as several of those same inhuman voices rise up in a cheer." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nods silently and stalks off into the darkness after the kobold. It wasn't much of a favor he was doing Theron...he'd been thinking about going after the thing on his own anyhow...but this way he got to score a few more points as a a team player, so it was all to the good.\n\nMore, he had a better chance keeping an eye on the thing than the nightblind Prince Darien would have, so there were practical concerns as well.\n\nAnd of course, once he was out of sight of the rest of the group, his chances to acquire some loot on the side went way up...\n\nWith a hidden smile on his face Dacin did his level best to keep out of the kobold's sight as he followed it down the corridor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite follows the apprentice down the curving tunnel. Moving as quickly and silently as possible in his bulky armor, he tries to keep Worm in sight while scanning every shadow for hidden threats." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks about the group as they split up and grows frustrated. Had they forgotten the lessons of the recent past so quickly? Who knew what could be lurking around the corner.\n\nShe glanced over to Theron and with her arms crossed said, \" Someone needs to teach these people some discipline, they are going to get themselves killed.... \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Swallowing hard, Worm resumes her motion, walking cautiously toward the light source and trying to get a better look at the creatures in the room. Her spell had worn off, and she could no longer understand any of the strange words being bandied about the cave." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Shalana & Darien \n\nTheron shakes his head, unable to conceal his growing frustration. \"You can't save people from themselves.\" The words are muttered through gritted teeth as he stalks off in after Raite and Worm. The light from Octavius' torch flickers suddenly, as if caught in some draft. The Velaxian looks up from the careful examination of his feet and his eyes narrow on the main passage that you've been following. He grabs for Darien's arm and steadies the halberd on his shoulder. \"There's something down there. I saw it moving.\" \n Worm & Raite \n\nThe scene beyond the tunnel's end is too much to take in at once. An open chamber, larger than the tunnel's opening will allow you to see, is lit by several cooking fires. Those same creatures from before, though notably larger and more fearsome, sit about the room as they feast on some carcass. The smell of roasted meat is pungent here an the scraps of bone and flesh do nothing to give you a clue as to what they're eating. They laugh again, yelling across the room at one another. If it weren't for their appearance you might not see a great difference from a banquet among your own kind. Two of the creatures seem to be growling at one another, yelling back and forth, and they immediately break from their food to charge one another. They come together with knives bared, falling to the ground in a struggle as the others try to save their food from the chaos.\n\n Dacin \n\nZesh moves along the narrow passage for near a minute, coming out into a small room and immediatly planting himself against the wall near the door. A wheezing breath alerts you to a presence in the room beyond your vision. The flickering light in the room is enough for you to visualize the kobold's odd hand gesture and your ears pick up a sound like stomping feet fading into the distance, followed by a second pair. Moment's later the kobold is moving into the room, his attention fully devoted to a large wooden chest against the back wall. As he stoops over it you can make out his deliberate attempts to pop the lock using the wire he'd hidden away. This was theft, plain as day, and whatever he was after had to be valuable to make it worth the risk." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nTheron's response was completely true, but it still irked her. What were they doing? Don't they value their lives at all? She sighed, being the foreigner of the group had its price.\n\nShe turned her mind toward her bodyguards that had fallen to the dwarves. They had given their lives for her, and she had been attempting to keep it from her mind, Yunis would probably never hear of their deaths, but when she had time she would honor them.\n\nTreaties and trade agreements, the forged path set by the matriarchs, she could not deny their wisdom, but what would they do? When they heard of her disappearance and the sacking of the capitol how would they respond. She thought back to when she stood in front of the council and heard the course they had selected for her life. The tears of leaving her homeland still burned her soul. And now here she was in the cold dark earth searching for a way back to the light.\n\nShe knelt down in the dust, and closed her eyes, the rocks bit into her skin, but she thought nothing of it as she recited the litany against despair,\n\n \" I will not despair,\nDespair bends the will against itself,\nTurning joy into shame, and hope into fear,\nI will step into the light of life,\nAnd let it shine through me,\nI will cast my despair behind me,\nAnd let peace reign. \" \nShe stayed in that position for a bit holding her mind still and thought of the cliff next to her home, where she used to dance to the wind in the trees." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin smiled. Pure avarice. This was a motivation he could understand. Probably the strange little thing was just like him...desperate for any kind of wealth just to make sure it survived. Too bad for it that Dacin felt the exact same thing...\n\nKeeping an ear out for the creatures who had just left, Dacin snuck up behind the working kobold, trying to time it so he arrived just as it finished unlocking the chest for him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nHolding his dagger at the ready in case the thing decided to try and get violent about matters, Dacin whispered from behind Zesh, \"Nice job. Split what's in there with me and I won't tell the others about it. Don't and I'll spill to Theron, and you'll have to split eight ways instead of just two.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe prince starts after the kobold, but allows Dacin to move ahead; he purses his lips, weighing the advantages and disadvantages of following, and decides to remain. His expression grows even less pleased when Theron stalks off after Raite, and he glances down at Shalana, pressing a finger to his lips, when she does what he interprets as something along the lines of prayer.\n\nOctavius' hand on his arm and sudden words do nothing to smooth his expression. He nods, and moves a little ways out, keeping close to the tunnel wall and squinting ahead into the darkness. His grip on his blade's hilt tightens; he keeps the flat of the blade pressed against his leg and the tip low but not to the floor, in order to avoid scraping it noisily against the rock.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nMove Silently: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The young apprentice staggers back as a fight erupts in the room, mouth hanging slightly open as she tries to take in what she just saw. So enthralled is she by these creatures and their strange mixture of civility and animal instinct that she fails to notice the Vigilant approaching behind her, and she smacks fully into him, stumbling over her own feet and falling over the Nasjtorian." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Worm & Raite \n\nAs Worm make a mighty fool of herself by failing to control her own feet, Theron reaches Raite's side and lays a hand on the Vigilant's shoulder. He watches the opening to the room for several seconds before exhaling a breath, seemingly convinced that the creatures are none the wiser. He reaches down to help the apprentice back to her feet and urges you both backwards towards the others. \"This place is not for us. Let's keep moving.\" \n Dacin \n\nZesh doesn't react violently to your arrival. In truth he doesn't seem particularly suprised. Those crimson eyes size you up and, though his alien features are hard to read, it almost seems like he's amused. He curls his fingers under the lid and lifts it up to reveal a curled up skeleton. Clearly on the creatures that inhabit these caves, it appears to have been dead for many years. Zesh reaches in and pulls out the skull, cradling it under one arm, and then retrieves a cloth wrapped bundle as well. Beyond the bones, the chest now appears to hold nothing.\n\n \"Follow, then.\" Once he rounds the first curve back towards the group, he lays out the bundle and begins to unfold it. \"Tia'ka was mighty with magics. Her skull holds great power for my people.\" The cloth parts to reveal a small metal bottle and a narrow strip of bone with metal wire around the edges. \"This water keeps the pain away. Tia'ka made many when she lived. They say she made this...\" he picks up the bone as he speaks \"...from her own rib. She used it to keep her warriors strong in battle.\" Folding the cloth back into a small bundle, he slides it over to you. \"You take. Keep safe from White Eyes.\" \n Darien \n\nThe darkness works to impede your attempts at making out any movement before you. By the time you see the crossbow it is already too late. The twang of the string cuts through the silence and half a second later Octavius staggers backwards into Shalana. Two creatures move forward from the tunnel's curve, each bearing crossbows sized to fit their tiny hands. They're not the locals, though, instead bearing a resemblance to Zesh. One stops to reload his weapon while the other lines up a shot on Shalana. You hear stirring from around the bend and can be certain that more are moving beyond your vision.\n\n ( You can throw down an initiative roll. ) \n Shalana \n\nYour reflection is interrupted by the Velaxian's impact against you. You are able to twist with it, retaining your balance as you rise to standing. Octavius, however, continues backwards and lands solidly on his back. His torch slides out of his hand and rolls along the floor, casting angry shadows about as he gasps in a ragged breath and clutches at the short shaft of wood protruding from his chest. The growing stain is barely visible against the dark green of his doublet. Your straining eyes can barely make out movement in the direction that Darien went but you can't be certain what you're seeing.\n\n ( You can also roll initiative. ) " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Thankful that, in the darkness, Theron can't see the bright red that overtakes her face, Worm nods sheepishly in response and, one hand on the tunnel to steady herself, begins to retreat, occasionally looking over her shoulder back toward the creature's dining area." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nNot entirely sure about what just happened, Shalana gathers herself, drawing her sword while she moves toward the torch(if it is still lit), she raises it above her head and follows after Darien as fast as she can.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf she sees anything hostile she moves to attack it. I'm not sure if I have enough time left to attack though but I'll roll anyway.\n\nInitiative: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1292926 (Truly epic roll of 1! At least I have an init bonus.)\nIf I have time left: Attack and Damage: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1292930 \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nodded and stashed the bundle in his tunic. He'd want to examine his \"prizes\" later, but the other creatures could be back at any moment, so it was time they got moving.\n\n \"Agreed. Let's be on our way, then.\" \n\nLetting Zesh lead the way back to the group, Dacin felt a bitter disappointment well up inside. A piece of bone and a bottle of what could be anything? Not much reward for risking his life to follow the little creature.\n\nAt least he wasn't getting ripped off...the skull didn't seem much better, \"magic\" or not, so he was quite happy to let the little thing keep it.\n\n What a waste of time, he thought." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe vigilant fights back a slight smile as he offers an arm to steady Worm. Without a word, he guides the young apprentice after Theron and falls into line behind her while keeping watch for any signs of pursuit." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Initiative: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] )\n\n Prince Darien \n\nThe twang of a crossbow makes the younger prince bite off a curse and spring into action. He rushes forward, side-sword coming up, and skitters close before dropping into a crouch and swatting with the flat of his blade at the loaded crossbow, hoping to knock it away.\n \"Stop it! We're not with the goblins, we're with Zesh,\" he snaps in Najstor, hoping that these creatures will recognize the name.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nDisarm attempt: [roll]1d20+7[/roll], with a +4 bonus for being larger than the kobold included. The kobold gets a -4 on its check because the crossbow isn't a ranged weapon.\n\nETA: can't edit rolls in; that'll be 1d20+7=23 . 24, actually; MW weapon.\n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Worm & Raite \n\nAs you round the corner you immediately realize that the others are not waiting in the intersection. Theron's torch lights up the area around you but you cannot make out anything beyond it's radius. As he holds it up and forward you can make out the outline of a prone figure in the center of the intersection, but the details are unclear. Somewhere ahead of you the sounds of a struggle can be heard. While it is currently muted it certainly runs the risk of alerting the feasting creatures behind you if it grows louder.\n\n ( Initiative and actions. ) \n Dacin \n\nAs you round the corner you immediately take note of the fact that the torches are gone from the intersection. Light appears at the far end of the opposite tunnel as Theron, Worm, and Raite come round towards the center, giving you enough illumination to make out the a prone body in the center of the intersection. From the clothing you believe it to Octavius. Zesh grabs you and pulls you back against the wall, hissing in what you can only assume to be a whisper. \"Listen.\" The sounds of combat reach your ears soon after, from somewhere out of your vision.\n\n ( Initiative and actions. ) \n Darien & Shalana \n\nShalana scoops up the torch and pulls the sword free of it's bindings. A second bolt cuts through the darkness, planting itself firmly in her left shoulder. Pain shoots down her arm, followed by the warmth of blood, as she starts forward, her steps carrying her towards the source of the attack. Darien steps out from hiding and lunges down, catching the crossbow with his rapier and sending it skipping across the floor. She soon finds herself face to face with two creatures, one bearing a small crossbow and the other facing off with Darien. They look much like Zesh, though the light shows their coloring to be a pale yellow bordering on white. The unarmed creature draws a small blade, readying it against Darien as the prince speaks. The creature bears yellowed teeth and seems no less inclined to spill blood. The other brings it's crossbow up, a fresh bolt loaded and ready.\n\n ( Actions for round 2 please. Both of you get to include an attack of opportunity in your rolls for round 2. ) \n ( Shalana - Your movement and drawing claimed your actions so you don't get that attack. The attack did 3 damage to you. ) \n Ahua \n\nThe trip through the portal had left you disoriented. Nothing from your homeland had prepared you for something so completely alien. The darkness was a problem but you found cloth soaked in oil from a broken lantern and a pile of sticks near the portal. This provided you light and told you that the others probably came this way. The makeshift torch flickered in the cold of the cavern as you made your way through the narrow passage. Letting instinct guide you, you chose to go right at the intersection and found yourself facing yet another narrow hole in the wall. It was as you were standing there, considering the value of continuing forward versus going back, that a loud smack against the stones behind you sent you spinning about, spear in hand.\n\nA man was laying on the ground behind you, apparantly having fallen from the hole in the ceiling nearly twenty feet above you. He looked familiar, one of the Vigilants sent with the heirs during their escape, except now his armor was dark with blood. He struggled to rise to his feet, gasping in breaths like a man starved for air. His hands slipped along the stones, the blood and gore that covered them making his task of standing difficult. He looked up from the ground, his eyes focusing on you for several seconds before he spoke. \"Must find the princes.\" His voice was strangled and raspy, and as he craned his neck up you were able to see the dark brusies around his skin there. He seemed to focus, holding his breath and pushing against the floor until he was on his feet again. His light-colored hair was streaked with red, falling into his face without resistance.\n\n \"I remember you.\" He had to pause between phrases, the effort to speak clearly a labor for him. \"I don't know how you got here but I don't have time to question it. Have you seen the princes?\" \n All \n\n\nCurrent Intiatives (I'll update this as people make their rolls, so they're in one place)\n\nTheron 15, Kolbolds 14, Darien 12, Zesh 6, Dacin 4, Raite 4, Shalana 3\n\nOk, so I don't confuse everyone I have made you a little map of the area. It shows where everyone, with the exception of Ahua, is as of the start of Round 2.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nEveryone is 30ish feet from the intersection and can make it there with a move action. The picture isn't to scale, it's just a representation so you can get an idea of where everyone is standing." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nAs Darien--fighting left-handed, as always--recovers from his lunging disarm, he shuffles closer and shifts into a side-stance to make himself a smaller target and give Shalana more room, simultaneously; his side-sword traces half of a tiny, wrist-controlled moulinet to bring the point back in control, and then his blade's tip flicks out to catch the guard of one kobold's dagger and twist it out of its grasp in another, more traditional disarm. If need be--if it should try to fire--he's prepared to swat the crossbow out of the other's grasp on the backswing.\n \" We're not your enemies, damn it! \" Darien hisses, prepared to give up talking and fight. His teeth are clenched, but his body is in a fencer's relaxed stance despite the pounding of his heart; the imitated ineptitude and shaking hands of earlier aren't present.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+8)[ 10 ] to disarm the dagger, provoking--unfortunately--an AoO; (1d20+8)[ 21 ] to disarm the crossbow as an AoO if the other kobold shoots (thereby negating the shot, if successful). Both kobolds get -4, one for the bow and one for a small dagger.\n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nThe rainbows dancing before him, the sundering of mind and body; surely this wasn't real, but a vision given by the Paiasi? Ahua's tough, calloused hand reaches down to his side to check his pouch. No, all the paiasi powder is there. This Large-World is strange, indeed. His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the man clammering up behind him. Seeing that he was one of the Large-One warriors and not of the Hairface tribe, he hung onto his spear and listened to the man's question.\n\n \"No, warrior. Ahua has sees none of the seed of Chieftain Large-Auldaria!\" He stops for a second. \"Has seen . Ahua can hunt - Hairface tribe has not followed I!\" \n\nIn his excitement he very nearly takes off into the unknown darkness before he stops for a moment. This place smells of earth and death - this is no longer the capitol of Large-Auldaria. He turns back ready to ask the man as to his whereabouts, but he finally notices his injuries. \"Warrior bleeds! Ahua has strong herb - can stop the dying heat...er, 'fever'. Stop blood! Sons of Chieftain Large-Auldaria must be strong - not needing Ahua as you!\" \n\nDespite his linguistic difficulties, Ahua genuinely appears to be wishing for consent to aid the man." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana gripped the sword tighter trying to ignore the pain. She heard Darien call out and realized suddenly that these kobolds were in fact similar to Zesh. It did nothing to dull the burning haft in her shoulder though. She shut it from her mind and flashed her sword forward attempting to disarm the kobold.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Disarm: (1d20+3)[ 13 ](16) \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin swore under his breath. \"Damn!\" \n\nHe and Zesh had managed to get in and out with a pile of loot, no matter how paltry, and it was the rest of the group that had gotten in trouble!\n\nIt was typical, really.\n\nScooting up to the end of the corridor he was in, Dacin carefully peeked his head out just long enough to get a good idea what was going on, taking care to keep himself hidden as much as possible...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite motions for Worm and Theron to follow and rushes towards the intersection. Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, he raises a hand to those following him in a signal to stop. The young man readies his sword as he peers around the corner.\n\n Your highness, Prince Darien and the princess are engaged with two of the creatures who live in these tunnels and Shalana appears to be injured. Someone needs to watch for enemies coming from behind and Octavius needs help.\" \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm follows on Raite's heels, peeking around the Vigilant's sturdy frame and attempting to evaluate the situation outside the corridor. Her face contorts in worry at the sight of Octavius' body, and she gets on tiptoe and stares down the corridor behind them with trepidation.\n\n \"Prince Theron, if they hear, it won't be safe here,\" she whispers urgently. \"We gotta help the Velaxian and get everyone out before we're caught on both sides.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " All Present \n\nTheron is staring at Octavius as Worm and Raite give their assessments. He lowers himself into a crouch and squares his shoulders. \"Raite, get my brother and the princess back here. I'm going to move Octavius to cover on the other side. Worm, follow me and stay low. When you get there, watch this tunnel and tell me if something is coming.\" With a quick inhale he darts forward, dropping his torch to free up a hand and grabbing the Velaxian by the shirt.\n\nThe blade wielding kobold slashes out, catching Darien high on the thigh and drawing a line of blood across his clothing. Sharp, firey pain courses downwards and the prince's leg goes numb for a second, sensations quickly returning in full force. The little beast then gives a screeching cry, one that echoes through the cave loud and clear. Four more of the creatures round the corner, likely the ones Darien heard previous, and the sounds of others behind them rise up as they seem to give up on remaining quiet. Two open up with crossbows, unwilling to fire on the closest humans and risk hitting their own, towards the intersection while the others draw their swords and start towards Shalana and Darien.\n\nOne bolt hits the stone near Raite and Worm's position, skittering off into the darkness. The other catches Theron in the leg, drawing a grunt of pain from him as he struggles to pull Octavius to safety.\n\nThe kobold with the crossbow lifts it to fire, not at Shalana but past her. Darien's blade is faster, however, and he smacks the bottom of the weapon. The creature loses it's grip on the weapon as it flies up, arcing off into the darkness. It draws its sword in response, only to have Shalana land a stinging blow with the side of he blade against its hand, sending the weapon spinning to the floor. As Darien returns his attention to the kobold swordsman, he sweeps the tip of his blade out and attempts a similar action against the weapon. The creature slashes up, hoping to take advantage of the opening, but his blade finds only air and then Darien's weapon knocks it aside. The kobold hisses angrily at the loss of its weapon and backs away closing ranks with the reinforcements.\n\n Dacin \n\nZesh takes one look at the battle and draws back into the tunnel. Theron's torch, having been discarded close by, gives you light enough to see the whole situation clearly. The kobold scrambles along the wall and begins to push against a sizable stone set against it. \"Bad...Blood Snakes...eat their own kind. Worse than White Eyes. Hurry, we must go. Push here!\" The creature's efforts shift the rock enough to reveal the edge of a gap behind it.\n\n Ahua \n\nPain is etched across the man's face, but resolve quickly masks it. After a moment of puzzling out the meaning he seems willing to let you try, but a shrill screech and the clang of metal from up ahead steals his attention away. \"No time to bleed.\" And he is moving, crawling through the small gap and into the hallway beyond. Light flickers down the tunnel, and the shapes of figures dance in it. One man pulling another along the ground while two more fight creatures that are shorter even than you. There appears to be a pitched battle in the distance. The creatures involved almost remind you of the bipedial lizards from your homeland, except these are smaller and bearing metal weapons.\n\n ( That'd be initiative from the little man. ) \n Round 2 Mechanics \n\nWow. Hope I got everyone's intended actions. If I miss stuff, let me know.\n\n Dice \n Darien - 2 Damage \n Initiatives \n\nTheron 15, Kolbolds 14, Darien 12, Worm 12, Zesh 6, Dacin 4, Ahua 4, Raite 4, Shalana 3\n\n Updated Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n\nI made all NPCs squares (cause they are!) and all PCs circles. I don't like the color for Theron, it's too close to the gray for enemies, so I'll give him a new one if he survives this encounter.\n \n\n Points of Clarity \n\nThe Kobolds are all within range to advance and engage in melee for everyone except Ahua. The two nearest to you are unarmed. The two in the back row on the ends have crossbows. The two in the back row in the center have short swords." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nAfter the briefest moments of consideration, Dacin decided to try and save his group rather than just slipping off with Zesh alone. After all, if he could manage it then it'd be safer to stay with other human types rather than hope that Zesh and his people don't like the taste of Half-Elf.\n\nBesides, Theron still had all that gold he was carrying and it be a shame to let the Blood Snakes or White Eyes get it.\n\nYelling at the top of his lungs and banging his dagger against the side of the tunnel to boot, Dacin called out in Auldarian, \"Children of Auldaria!! Head THIS way!! Its our only chance!! Those aren't Zesh's people, and they'll eat you if you let them!! THIS WAY!!!\" \n\nHis message delivered, Dacin scurried back to Zesh and started pushing, all the while praying that he could get all of his people into the tunnel beyond, leaving the Snakes and Eyes to fight amongst themselves...for surely the White Eyes must have heard the racket he was making.\n\n It's all a matter of timing now. Hope I didn't screw it up.... \n \n Spoiler \n Strength Check - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n\nCrap, error. should be +1, not +3. Got used to typing +3 for all my rolls. That's a 10 result, not a 12.\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nHearing Dacin's cry Shalana quickly grabs Darien by the cuff, \" We have to escape there is too many \", and starts running towards the voice yelling in jest through her pain, \" Yunis's children will also gladly oblige! \"\n\nTurning her head slightly to gauge where the kobolds might attack next she runs as fast as she can hopefully dragging Darien along with her." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Taker's balls!\" Darien hisses, gritting his teeth against the pain in his leg.\n I've been cut before, I can deal with it--been doing better than I figured--she's not half bad either, weird style but at least as good as I am, no problem, no need to protect the maiden--but we need to get out. \nHe casts the briefest of glances over his shoulder, protecting himself with a moulinet performed from the elbow. He returns to a guard position, and then his blade rises--flicks up--then comes down, as he simultaneously salutes Shalana and covers a backstep.\n \"Let's go--together, now ,\" he tells her as she urges him to do the same, and thrusts a point out before beginning a series of lightning-fast fencing backsteps once he's sure Shalana is with him.\n Sod, the Velaxian's down. She's stronger. \n \"Help them, I'll cover you--\" he snaps in Shalana's general direction, taking up a position at the tunnel corner; his blade extends visibly into the tunnel to dissuade pursuit, and he can hop behind cover should one of the kobolds fire at him. His right hand holds a dagger, which he prepares to fling at any kobolds who try to approach.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nDelaying to Shalana's initiative. Then moving back to the intersection, to the tunnel corner, then readying an action to throw the dagger at any kobold who gets within 20'.\n (1d20+3)[ 23 ] to hit, (1d4)[ 4 ] damage if it manages to do so.\nEdit: whee! To confirm the critical, if it comes up (confirmation roll/extra daamge): 1d20+3=13, 1d4=2 \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nHearing Darien's plea for her to help the Velaxian, Shalana moves to action, helping to drag poor Octavius out of the line of fire." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua's eyes grow large (relatively speaking) as he spots the number of Lizards fighting the Large-Worlders. He is somewhat confused by their appearance, however. In K'a Evis, Lizards are Large-folk. In this Large-World they are the same size as Evisans, however. Stranger still that they hunt in packs like dogs. These must be something else entirely. \n\nAhua had very nearly steeled himself to dash forward and fling his spear, but only a split-second before he was ready to charge he was halted by the voice of one of the Large-Worlders. Head this way? He must have found an escape route. Ahua squats down and wraps his left arm under the right shoulder of the wounded Large-World warrior, trying to lift him a bit higher. \"Stand, warrior! Your bulks are great, but Ahua is strong! Cannot carry all of you, but can carry most! We must make for tree... escape ! Pains now for life later! Quick!\" \n\nWhether or not the Large-Worlder tries to help carry himself, Ahua will start to try and move him forwards in the direction he heard the earlier shout from.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative from our dice-roller thread was...4! Hurray!\n\nGiven my Strength (but unfortunately my size penalty), even if the guy can't help Ahua can most likely lift him off the ground and plod slowly with him.\n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite hurls himself down the corridor with a roar, hoping the sight of his large armored frame coming toward them will distract the creatures long enough for the Prince and Princess to reach the safety of whatever sanctuary Dacin has discovered.\n\nThe young vigilant takes a mighty swing at the nearest enemy wielding a crossbow, attempting to keep the creature from being able to fire at the fleeing Prince. The momentum of his swing leaves Raite slightly off balance but he quickly sqaures himself to face the horde of foes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolls from dice thread\nIntimidate: 14\nTo hit: 11\nDamage: 11\n I know I have a minus to my AC for charging, but I'm not sure what it is.😦 Base AC is 16 Modified AC is 14\n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The apprentice's mouth flies open when the bolt catches Theron in the leg, and she gasps in surprise, yanking her remaining spell slip from the book and dropping down. Keeping to the plan, she runs toward the center of the room, then sticks with Theron as he finishes his movement, ducking into the tunnel and peering across the center of the cavern toward the tunnel she'd just exited." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The unarmed kobolds withdraw from the battle while the others step up to defend them. Those with crossbows slap bolts into them and bring them up again, holding their aim for a second. The blade wielders step up and take swings at Darien and Shalana, but the two deftly deflect the attacks.\n\nWorm darts out the the center of the intersection, fumbling the slip of paper out of the book. Theron works his arm under one of Ocavius' shoulders, favoring his uninjured leg. Another bolt cuts through the air, grazing the apprentice's cheek as she tucks the book back into safety. Warmth flows slowly down her cheek. As she reaches the safety of the other tunnel she finds the page and the lizard-man hard at work moving a rock on the opposing wall.\n\nDacin and Zesh manage to move the rock enough to expose a 3 by 3 hole in the wall. The darkness within it doesn't seem welcoming. Zesh wastes no time scrambling into it, having little difficulty given his size. He pokes his head back out, that unsettling grin pulling at his features. \"This is the way. Zesh will distract now.\" At that he turns towards the intersection, pressing himself against the side of the hole to allow others to pass.\n\nAs Raite rounds the corner he is met by the second crossbowman's bolt, a shot that skims along the armor and sails harmlessly into the black. The momentum of the charge helps carry the heavy weapon forward and down, catching the creature before it can load another bolt and pulzerizing it into the floor.\n\nAhua supports Cross as best he can until the two reach the intersection, at which point the Vigilant pulls away and uses the wall for support. He shouts towards Raite, reaching to his belt and drawing a dagger into his left hand. \"Cadet, withdraw!\" \n\nDarien and Shalana dart away from the battle, the swipes of kobold weapons barely missing their exposed backs. They arrive at the intersection and the prince ducks behind the curve while pulling a dagger from his boot. Theron hoists Octavius up with Shalana's help and they move him into the tunnel, laying him back against the cold stone. The tunnel on which she is focused remains barren. Theron tears away the cloth around the Velaxian's wound and begins to examine it, blood coating his hands.\n\n~\n\nThree kobolds pursue the fleeing duo as others appear from around the bend. One bears a crossbow as it draws near the intersection but Darien's deft throw plants the dagger firmly in the creature's eye. It gives a agonized screech and staggers backwards, the crossbow flailing and discharging a bolt into the kobold next to it. Both topple to the ground and lay still as the third skids to a stop behind them.\n\nOne of the creatures steps up next to Raite as he pulls his sword out of the twitching remains of the kobold. It lashes out, driving it's blade into the cadet's side where it slips beneath the armor and comes out bloody. The pain is sharp and sudden, stealing Raite's breath with it's intensity.\n\nFour other kobolds remain visible but they do not advance, holding their place at the bend as a series of howls and grunts rise up from the dining hall. The kobolds meet those sounds with shrill shouts of their own, echoed by atleast twice as many from beyond the bend. You all sense it despite having no experience with the beasts. Warcries. This battle, it seems, is just heating up.\n\n Round 3/4 Mechanics \n\nIt occured to me that I was being an idiot in that I wasn't posting the actions of the kobolds before I let you post, what with their higher initiative. So that is what everything after the ~ is.\n\n Dice \n Worm - 1 Damage\nRaite - 3 Damage \n Initiatives \n\nDarien 14 (Move Action remaining), Kolbolds 14, Worm 12, Zesh 6, Goblins 5, Cross 4, Dacin 4, Ahua 4, Raite 4, Shalana 3, Theron 3\n\n Updated Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Points of Clarity \n\nThe goblins noted on the map are not present in that position until their initiative this round.\n\n Raite - Your charge was a full-round action, meaning you could have run up to them (move action) and intimidated (standard action) or charged and attacked (full-round action). I opted to go with the idea that you charged and attacked so the Intimidate didn't occur. " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nHis good deed for the day accomplished, Dacin bolted into the tunnel. The darkness didn't bother him as much as it would the others, especially with the torches coming to him, so it made sense for him to lead the way.\n\nBut even if it hadn't, he would have gone anyway. Brutal combat against impossible odds was for suckers...the fall of Auldaria had taught him that. If the other guy doesn't see you coming, he can't fight back. If he does see you..and especially if he's got more friends than you do...then disappear and come back later when he's alone.\n\nFrom where Dacin stood, it looked like a knife in the back was worth ten swords to the front. And if he got out of this alive, he swore that's how he'd be fighting his battles from now on.\n\nThat was looking more and more like a pretty big if, though.\n\n Preneur take it, he thought, how much more running for our lives are we going to have to do, anyway? " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Dammit, Raite, run ! This way,\" he calls to the young soldier, at about the same time that Cross gives a similar instruction. Although he's tempted to pause and support the cadet, Raite's too far away; Darien thrusts his blade out and turns in the same motion, spotting Cross even as he runs towards Zesh and Dacin's hiding-place.\n\n Cross! He's alive! Who's that with him? " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua is surprised by the Large-Worlder's sudden rising. When the man braces himself against the wall and begins to shout for someone to withdraw, he turns to see another Large-Worlder swinging... the tooth of a giant?! Ahua is momentarily awed by the size of the weapon, but is aware enough to realize one thing. That one will be surrounded soon! He must flee! \n\nGripping his spear tight in both hands, Ahua lets out a shrill battlecry and begins pumping his legs as quickly as they can carry him towards the Small-Lizard cutting off the other Large-Worlder, \"K'a Det\", from escape. Calling on the ferocity of the jaguar, he makes one wild thrust. Those seeing his attack espy an incredibly small, muscular humanoid in little more than a loincloth with a deep tan, flaming red hair, and a... disproportionally large nose and strange, multi-colored feather-tatoos running across his back, shoulders, and arms. He zooms across their field of vision gripping an ornate-looking spear.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCheearge! The kobold to Raite's southwest. Attack roll - 23 Damage - 4\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana gritted her teeth under the pain of the crossbow bolt in her shoulder. Her blood burned fiercely which kept her moving, but she was quickly approaching her limit. After Octavius was set down, she slumped against the wall, letting it hold her up. As soon as she had caught some her breath, she said, \" I'm at my limit, I'm going to move on ahead. \"\n\nWith that she stooped into the tunnel and moved forward." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite gasps at the pain as the cold blade slips under his armor and into his side. Recovering from the blow, the young vigilant che to make sure the Prince and Princess have withdrawn safely and almost drops his guard completely at the sight of Cross, bloody but alive. The terse order issued by his captain snaps Raite back to awareness and, with his weapon held at the ready, he with withdraws from the melee towards the rest of the group.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWithdraw as a full round action to avoid an AoO. Raite will move up to twice his movement (40') towards the escape tunnel but will try to stay between the royal party members and the enemies.\n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Tears of pain well up in Worm's eyes, and she cradles her sliced cheek gingerly in one hand, pressing hard against it with her fingers in an attempt to dull the sensation. She perks up a bit from her position by the wall as the cries echo from the dining area, and she turns her head a little to the side.\n\n \"Highness, I think that, um, they heard us.\" Her eyes flick down to Theron, and then up again, toward Zesh and the tunnel behind him. She narrows her eyes slightly, studying the kobold, before snapping her attention back to the opposite tunnel." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Darien makes a quick path towards the tunnel, arriving to see Shalana turning to do the same. Dacin ducks into the hole, droping to his hands and knees and crawling into the darkness, making room for Darien and Shalana to follow. The space is cramped but passable for the trio.\n\nWorm sees them first as shapes moving in the darkness. The goblins charge towards the light, waving weapons in the air. Their screams are like a nightmare. Theron curses, a crass and base obsenity, as he rises to his feet. Octavius lays unmoving, even his chest failing to give the rise that would accompany breath. \"He's gone.\" One of the prince's bloodied hands latches onto Worm's arm and he pulls her towards the tunnel. \"We can't stay here.\" \n\nZesh darts out to where the tunnel connects with the intersection, hissing in that indecipherable tongue and bringing his clawed hands out to his sides. As he extends his hands a soft bubbling like water in a pot echoes through the cavern and mist rises up around him. The approaching beasts vanish from sight, seperated from the group by the fog.\n\nThe halfling charges across the stone floor of the cavern, leaping the dead kobolds and burying the tip of his spear into the chest of the one behind them. The creature screeches and crumples under the force of the attack, the sword slipping from its hand.\n\nCross shouts for Ahua to fall back, and grabs Raite's arm as they near the tunnel. \"Wait. There's something we have to do.\" He grimaces visibly at the pain of his injuries. He gasps in a breath and presses on the cadet's shoulder. \"We don't have much time. Kneel and present your weapon.\" \n\n~\n\nThe kobolds shift their attention to the approaching horde of enemies and charge towards them. The beasts clash in the intersection, forming a chaotic sprawl of battle. The sound is overwhelming as metal blades connect and the beast scream their rage. Ahua, seperated from the others by the sudden bank of mist, pulls his spear free of the dead creature. He can see the other beasts in battle, a stream of the smaller lizards spilling from around the bend behind him. Only one of the creatures stops to focus on the Evisan, driving his blade foward to catch the halfling in the side. It cuts shallow below the ribs, loosing a flow of blood as pain seizes him.\n\n\n Round 4/5 Mechanics \n Dice \n Ahua - 2 Damage \n Initiatives \n\nDarien 14, Kolbolds 14, Worm 12, Goblins 5, Cross 4, Dacin 4, Ahua 4, Raite 4, Zesh 4, Shalana 3, Theron 3\n\n Updated Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Points of Clarity \n\nI put Dacin first in the tunnel because it was his intent to go there. Darien never stated that he was entering so I placed him second. If Darien, having the higher initiative, wants to be the first in (or not in at all) I will adjust the map accordingly." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana spoke to Dacin while she moved forward, \" As soon as we get out of here, someone is gonna have to pull this arrow out of my shoulder, its hard to even see straight through the pain. \"\n\nSilently she gritted her teeth harder and kept herself moving." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite grimaces, putting a hand his wounded side, as Cross presses him to the rough floor. The young cadet looks up with confused eyes but knows better than to waste time by asking what this is about. No doubt his captain believes it to be important if he is willing to pause in midst of their escape. After a quick glance towards the safety of the narrow passage, Raite presents his weapon to Cross." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "A flood of thoughts and emotions overwhelm Worm. First is awe, as she stares slack-jawed at the fog that billows out from Zesh's form, exclaiming in a hushed tone: \"Magic!\" And unless he had it hiding in the same place as that lockpick, he was doing it without a book!\n\nThis thought was interrupted by a wave of something vaguely like sorrow - she hadn't really known Octavius, but he seemed like the type of person who had a family and a life somewhere, and that meant he would be missed. Ambushed by strange creatures in a place like this? That was no way to go, and she whispered a few words to the Valkyries; a nudge toward what she saw as technically death in battle.\n\nThen, her stomach wrenches with disgust as her forearm is streaked with the Velaxian's blood, only to turn an instant later with a fluttering sensation as she realizes those stained fingers belong to Theron. Mind reeling at the events of the last few moments, she rests her free hand on the quivering rodent beneath her robes in an attempt at comfort even as she stumbles into the tunnel after the prince." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien, waiting anxiously just outside the tunnel entrance for everyone to make their way to it, bites his lip as fog fills the air around the kobold, and bites off a curse when he sees that the Velaxian is dead.\n \"Cross, you're alive--who's that halfling? He needs to get back here... look, promote him in there \" he indicates Raite, and then the tunnel, \"we need to get out of here.\" \n\nEven as he moves, Darien approaches the Octavius' body, and quickly frisks it--the papers the Velaxian had seemed important. And while he's at it, taking an extra weapon with them might help. No time for mourning now; that'll come later." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nPressing on into the deepening darkness of the tunnel, Dacin keeps moving quickly, trusting in his night vision and his own short frame to make navigation easier.\n\nStill, it was tough to move at full speed, and since it wouldn't do to get too far ahead of the rest of the group, he tried to rein himself in and move at a reasonable rate rather than headlong, at least for now. He also remembered Octavius tumbling down the stairs, and tried to keep himself from duplicating the Velaxian's mistake...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n \"Gyai!\" A hot surge flashes through Ahua's veins as the blade bites into him. He stumbles one jerky step back, and fights to regain mastery of his mind from the adrenaline rushing through him. Now I am the only one left - I must fly! Ahua grips his spear further away from the tip than usual in an attempt to keep attackers further at bay. Looking back over his shoulder, his eyes widen to find the strange fog clouding his path of retreat. No choice! I must go! \n\nAfter a small feint to keep the Small-Lizard on its toes, Ahua begins to run into the fog, trying to head in the direction that the Large-Worlders had been gathering at moments ago.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard action: Full Defense action\nMove action: Book it 25', heading into the fog and trying to go into the hallway on the \"left\" of our map\n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Darien darts to Octavius' side, kneeling down and rifling through the Velaxian's clothing. He comes up with a small sheaf of papers bound in a leather wrap and 12 Velaxian gold coins. The halberd must still be lying in the middle of the intersection, beyond the bank of fog. The sounds of battle grow more pitched and chaotic.\n\nDacin skulks forward, squeezing through the narrowing tunnel as best he can. The torches being held behind him do little to cut through this claustrophobic murk. As he moves on, something thin and sticky brushes against his face, adhering to the skin and breaking away in strands. It wraps about his hand as well, like a silken membrane, and while it does nothing to impede him it does warn of the tunnel's native resident.\n\nSomething drops down onto the half-elf's back and skitters up to his shoulder. A sharp pain, like the prick of a needle, burns into his skin there before fading to a faint throb.\n\nAhua wards off the next slash with his spear and runs into the mist, coming out in time to see Zesh scramble into the tunnel.\n\n Raite & Darien \n\nCross, already laboring against pain and exhaustion, grits his teeth as Darien speaks. \"A diplomat from K'a Evis who came to speak with your father...and so long as you are out here instead of moving to safety in that tunnel, I will not be going anywhere.\" He takes up the large blade and rest it against the wall beside him, reaching out to Raite's left hand. \"A Vigiliant's pledge is eternal. To bear his weapon in defense of Auldaria. To give his life for its leaders. To aid his brothers in all things.\" Cross swallows and drags in a deep breath. \"I wish I had time for the ceremony but I don't. Only a Vigilant can induct a cadet fully into the order, just as only the monarch can accept a Vigiliant into service. You've labored hard in your training and proven your loyalty. Now you're the only one who can serve as protector of the princes so I must ask you to take the oath. Do you vow to serve the cause of the Vigilants from this day forward, even in death?\" \n\n~\n\n Dacin & Shalana \n\nThe spider darts along your arm and leaps off your hand, moving towards Shalana. It's quick, and it manages to sink it's fangs into her torch-wielding hand before she can ward it away.\n\n Round 5/6 Mechanics \n Dice \n Dacin - Fortitude Save DC 10. You can also make an AoO as the spider runs away.\n\nShalana - Fortitude Save DC 10. You also get an AoO as it moves into your square. \n\nShould either of those AoO's succeed at slaying the mighty beast, the attack on Shalana will not have succeeded and her Fort save will not be required.\n\n Initiatives \n\nDarien 14, Kolbolds 14, Worm 12, Spider 8, Goblins 5, Cross 4, Dacin 4, Ahua 4, Raite 4, Zesh 4, Shalana 3, Theron 3\n\n Updated Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Points of Clarity \n\nTunnel crawling folk, you are considered to be squeezing through a small space and accordingly take a -4 to attacks and AC while in the tunnel.\n\nThe koblolds and goblins are now fully engrossed in their own battles and cannot see you because of the mist. Effectively initiative is now inconsequential for everyone except Shalana, Dacin and their arachnid opponent. However, I'm keeping it up in case Darien decides to do something...less than sensible." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \"Gods DAMN it!!\" Dacin yelled back down the tunnel at the others, \"Beware the poisionous spider!! \n\nSwinging his dagger wildly at the thing, he stumbled onward once it passed out of his arm's reach, knowing that he couldn't afford to block up the tunnel for too long...the others would need to get past, and it would be hard to move him if he fell unconcious...or died. He moved as long as he was able, and could only pray to the Taker to take someone else just this once.\n\n Damn it all, what a stupid way to die... \n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude Save - (1d20)[ 3 ] \n To Hit - (1d20-3)[ -2 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana attempts to crush the spider into the wall while cursing fate. \" When is this day going to end! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nFortitude: (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n Attack: (1d20-1)[ 19 ] \n To Confirm Critical with Damage: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1306374 \n (I missed on my confirmation fyi)\n Damage: (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n Poor spider, his life was short, but exciting!\n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nTucking the pouch into the inner pocket in his shirt with the one the King had given him, Darien holds the bundle of papers in one hand.\n \"All right, then, I'm going--just... hurry.\"\n Of course he bloody accepts. Loyal to a fault, I'd bet money on it. --Looks like everyone but the poor damn Velaxian is safe. Suppose it'd be asking too much for Theron to be at all impressed--don't know if he saw the action... \n\nDarien skitters into the tunnel after Zesh, glancing over his shoulder until Raite and Cross follow." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe eyes of the young Nasjtoran widen perceptibly as he realizes what Cross is doing. Momentarliy at a loss for words, Raite finally manages to stammer, \"I... I am honored sir. I do so swear. My life and my loyalty belong to Auldaria and the Vigilants.\" \n\nHaving spoken his vow, Raite looks over his shoulder as Darien ducks into the tunnel. \"We should go sir. The battle won't last forever and we don't want to be here when someone wins. You and the diplomat should go before me. I'm in the best shape to guard the rear.\" \n\nRaite glances at the body of Octavius and quickly discards the thought of trying to take it along. It's not the fate he would like to leave the Velaxian to, but the group will need to move quickly if the rest of them are to survive." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Raite & Ahua \n\nCross latches onto the wrist of Raite's left hand, his grip like a vice, and he quickly slides the dagger over the back of it. Pain lances along the cadet's knuckles and down his arm as his fingers clench into a fist in reflex. Cross lets the knife fall from his grip and presses that hand to the armor at his shoulder. It comes back bloody and leaves a steady flow between the metal strips there, a serious injury if your experience with the signs was accurate. As he presses his palm to Raite's bloodied wound, his jaw tightens and he speaks between his teeth.\n\n \"You're blooded to the Vigilants now, as are all who rise to serve among us. Our order is ancient and each of us bears the blood of great heroes.\" He unstraps the leather bracer from his left arm, revealing a scar along his left hand. The bracer is unique, bearing the charging stag of the Duverger family crest on the hand and the diving hawk of the Vigiliants below the bend for the wrist. Every vigilant bears one, evidence of the sacrifices he makes to serve Auldaria. Cross presses that bracer to Raite's arm, tightening the straps to fit it in place so that the curving end covers the cut along the back of his hand.\n\n \"I wish I had the time to tell you the stories that you're now allowed to hear. I'll have to trust that you will learn them when you return the princes to Palsaille.\" Taking up the greatsword and holding it out to Raite, Cross scans the ground for his own weapon. He motions for him to rise as he steps over and picks it up from where Theron had left it. \"Look at me and that hole there and tell me that I'm going to make it. Even if I could fit all the way I'd just be slowing you down. The lives of the princes and those that the king chose to send with them are all that matters to you now, Vigilant.\" He hefted the weapon in his right arm, the strain of the motion evident on his face. \"I will cover your retreat. Perhaps I will find my own way out when that is done. No matter what, you are not to come back for me. That's an order.\" \n\nAt that he turned to the halfling in the tunnel's entrance. \"You have my gratitude for your help. Raite will speak in your favor when you return to the castle. He will see that you are rewarded appropriately for assisting us here.\" His attention settled on the mist then, waiting for something. \"Both of you, go now.\" \n All \n\nShalana's stab skewers the arachnid, smearing it along the wall. No others appear as you each pass through the webbing. The tunnel narrows enough to make Dacin fear that they may not be able to continue. His muscles begin to ache and he finds the effort of crawling to become more difficult with time. Just before true despair sets in, however, the tunnel begins to widen vertically and a beam of light cuts through the gloom about fifty feet ahead. Bright, natural light. And cool, fresh air that brushes past you all from a crack opening up the outside.\n\nYou are able to stand and walk the last fifteen feet. When you step out from the cave you find yourself staring down the slope of what you can only assume to be a mountain. The air is thick with fog but the sun burns bright behind it. A thick layer of snow, like a blanket of white, covers the area as gray stone juts up through it in places. The air is bitter cold and you each immediately realize how poorly dressed you are for such an environment. While the mountain seems jagged and difficulty to navigate, a smooth line descends from your current position that might serve you well as a path. It curves around and vanishes into the fog.\n\nZesh motions to it as he narrows his eyes against the light. \"Down there, follow the path. You will find talls. This one will now return to his own.\" The creature then begins to work his way upwards, carefully navigating the terrain. Theron, who would be the first to distrust any action the little beast might take, doesn't seem to have it in him to object. He simply slumps down onto the ground and flexes his wounded leg. As he grabs the bolt in both hands, his gaze snaps to Raite.\n\n \"Cross?\" He seems to come up with his own answer as his attention shifts to the bracer on the Vigilant's left arm. He gives a nod in Raite's direction, as though confirming some unspoken point, and proceeds to snap the end off the bolt with a bit of a struggle. Biting down on the broken piece, he cuts around the wound and works the remaining portion of the bolt free. A few moments later he's bound it with a scrap of his own clothing.\n\n \"Is everyone alright here? I think we deserve a minute's rest.\" His eyes then fall on the halfling. \"I remember you. I was in the great hall when your retinue arrived. I don't recall a name, though, and for that I apologize.\" He paused to motion to Shalana. \"We should get that bolt out of you.\" As he readied the knife his attention snapped to Dacin. \"How is that bite? Are you feeling alright?\" \n Mechanics \n \nDacin - Ability Damage (Strength) - 1 pt. Also, let's get your second Fort save to resist. DC 10 again. " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe young Vigilant briefly turns towards Theron as the prince asks about Cross. His only response is a short shake of his head and eyes that glisten more than they normally would. Raite turns back to watch the cave mouth, idly fingering the symbols adorning the leather bracer he now wears." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" Let's get this over with... \" Her eyes well up quickly with tears as she breaks the haft off of the bolt. She takes out her meditation beads and grips them tightly in both hands while Theron works the bolt out. Her eyes reveal the pain clearly, but she doesn't cry out. After its done she takes the remaining strips from her torn dress, and hands them to Theron, waiting for him to secure her wound tightly.\n\nAfter its done her eyes noticeably relax. \" I think I might need some new clothes. \" She looks down at herself and laughs, her \"skirt\" doing little to keep the cold off her. \" We should get moving quickly, we aren't out of danger yet. \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin stumbled out into the light, the pain and tightness made him worry, but the fact that he hadn't already dropped dead made him press on. Also, there wasn't much, if anything, he could do about it, so moving on wasn't just the best plan...it was the only plan.\n\n Who knew that sunlight could feel so good? He sighed to himself as he moved out of the way for the others, Ye gods, am I tired... \n\nAs Zesh slipped away up the hill, Dacin called up after him, \"Zesh! If we meet again, are we friends or enemies? Do 'talls' ever have friends among 'your own'?\" \n\nOnce he'd resolved his question with the kobold, Dacin bowed to Theron, his page's persona once again firmly in place, \"I've felt better, milord, but haven't we all? I 'xpect I'll be right as rain after a good meal and a night's rest, I will.\" \n And if I don't, thought the half-elf, then I can always try that medicine that I got off of Zesh. \n\nWhile everyone was taking stock of themselves, and especially once Theron's attention was on Raite and asking about Cross, Dacin removed the bundle from his shirt and covertly examined the sharpened bone. He tried to figure our how it would make someone \"fight better\". Could he use it as a dagger? Would he have to find a way to wear it like a necklace? What was it good for, anyway? That, the medicine, and some oil were all he'd managed to accumulate down there, and he was going to be hard pressed to find some use out of it all...\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhoops, forgot the Fort Save. Guess I'll actually USE the Dice Roll Forum Thread for once....\n\nWhoo, a 16! Made one for once!! Yaaaay!! 😁\n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The young apprentice shields her eyes from the sun as she stares up at the retreating kobold, lip tucked firmly under her gapped front teeth - this seperation the only thing keeping them from chattering wildly with her bottom set. Had Nasjtor been this cold when she was younger? It was hard to remember.\n\n \"Everyone saw that, yeah?\" she asked in Auldarian to no one in particular. \"He did magic without no books or nothing, didn't he?\" \n\nLooking thoughtful, she picks her way over to Raite, patting him on the arm in what would be a comforting gesture if she had any concept of how to touch another person, but the motion alternates between something like a person hitting a drum with their palm and a splayed-finger slap. After a couple of these, she stops and folds her arms tightly across her chest as she surveys the group, the slice on her cheek numbed by the cold air and the caked blood forgotten as she considers all that she saw inside the tunnels." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nTime had flown by as Ahua fled through the mist and down through the tunnel. He had stopped to look back and see if the Large-World warrior needed his aid and espied him and K'a Deht in the midst of a blood-tie ritual. Now is an odd time - Large-Worlder must be facing his death now. Rather than despoil the ritual with his interruption he carries out swiftly down the tunnel after the others.\n\nUntil he feels the first fresh breeze. A cold breeze. The thousands of pin-pricks of cold across his body cut him far worse than any blade. \"Gyai!\" He folds his arms up around his chest and realizes now how bare he is. He's already shivering before he's out of the cave fully. It finally occurs to him for the first time - Where has my cloak gone?! When he begins to look back over his shoulders at the ground behind him, for a moment he freezes in place. Suddenly, the halfling begins to hyperventilate and stumble forward in a panic, wiping at his shoulders and arms with his hands. He begins ranting in a strange language, not hearing the words of Prince Theron.\n\n{OOC: for those who speak Halfling}\n \n Spoiler \n \"Gyai! My skin! I have the plague! I am diseased!\" \n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n Daylight! \nThe younger prince staggers into the light and the cold wind, thanking all the gods to be aboveground.\n And with 'only' one of us dead, too--and Cross. Again. Damned noble sacrifices... \n\nHis leg burns; he produces his silver hip-flask, unstoppers it, and inhales with a hiss as he splashes whiskey onto his wound to clean it; he does the same for Theron, once the arrow is removed. When his brother moves to remove Shalana's arrow, he meets Theron's eyes for a moment and does it himself, holding her down as the shaft comes out and dashing whiskey onto that wound, too, before binding it.\n \"Very nicely done, in there. I'm impressed,\" he whispers, before straightening.\n\n \"He certainly did,\" Darien agrees with Worm, looking after the kobold and folding his arms around himself. \"I guess no one ever told him he needed one. Anyway,\" he turns, sweeping a glance across the ragtag assembly, \"we need to get going, and we need to do it now . If we don't get to a settlement fast, we will freeze quite to death out here. Not something I'd enjoy, yourself; your preferences may vary. --What's wrong with him?\" he adds, tilting his head and examining the raving halfling." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Zesh does turn back to face Dacin, peering down from a small ledge above the group. That grin is his response and he holds the skull out before him as if it were some prize he had won. \"Talls have enemies enough without this one.\" And with that he scrambles up and disappears into the snow.\n\nTheron remains standing behind Darien until he's sure that the aid isn't going to do more harm than good. With a nod he sets a hand on his brother's shoulder. \"Didn't think you had it in you. Pick that up in a tavern somewhere?\" Strangely, the words do not carry the chastising tone that they often do. The halfling's tirade draws his attention away and he shakes his head to Darien's question. \"I have no idea.\" Turning back to Darien, he lowers his voice. \"Everyone is pretty shook up here. Do me a favor and see to the other's injuries. It will give them a minute to collect themselves before we have to get moving. I'll try and calm down the Evisan.\" \n\nStepping towards Ahua, he clears his throat and speaks in Evisan. \"If you keep on like that you are going to exhaust yourself. I don't much fancy the idea of carrying anyone down this mountain, even one as light as you. Take a breath and tell me what's going on.\" \n Dacin \n\nThe bone was near a foot and a half long, slightly curved, and far too brittle to serve as a weapon. It would be most uncomfortable to wear in any capacity but it seems to rest well in the hand if held at the larger end. In the light here you can even make out some odd scratching along its surface, lines connected to shapes. It doesn't seem to be a language, really, but the etching was definately purposeful." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nMomentarily brought out of his panic by the familiar sounds of the words of his island, Ahua pauses to look around for the source. It was the eldest son of Chieftain-Auldaria. Trying to maintain some semblance of calm, he forcibly slows down his speech and replies to Heir-Auldaria. His Evisan is obviously much clearer (and more graceful) than his Auldarian.\n\nEvisan:\n \n Spoiler \n \"Your kingdom holds many things of terror and wonder, Heir-Auldaira. The Hair-Faces and chilling air are disturbing, but of less concern than surreal door of light and shadow that brought us to this place. Since leaving your castle in that strange void, Ahua's skin is discolored and strange. Ahua feels no illness, but fears he is plagued. Ahua can tend to the wounded but should distance himself to keep his ailment from spreading to the others.\" \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana was not displeased in the slightest when Darien pulled the arrow from her wound rather than Theron. The feel of blood running down her side and the pain from the pulling of the arrow, does nothing to dull her pride from what Darien said to her. She whispered back, \" It is my honor to fight alongside Auldaria. \"\n\nWith that she stood up. her left armd hanging noticeably limp, it had become more difficult to move now that the muscles beneath had been suitably torn from the pulling of the arrow. It burned deeply, she had never received a wound like this before, the worst previously had been a nasty gash during a sword exercise, she had that scar on the right side of her hip. She would have to use her sword in her offhand for a while, which didn't bother her, she was just as skilled with it, if a touch weaker.\n\nShe made sure her torch had been properly doused of flame before saying, \" I am ready to move on, but I will probably need help to maintain my balance. \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin smiled to himself. Zesh seemed happy, and if he was perhaps not really a friend, he wasn't an enemy either. That was good enough, because it meant there was a possible bolt hole up here in the mountains if things down in the valley went as bad as they had in the tunnels.\n\n Always make sure you've got a way out. King Phillipe didn't make sure his way out was clear, and it nearly cost him the lives of his sons...and mine, for that matter!! \n\nWith everyone else taking a moment to collect themselves...or try and calm down the halfling....\n\n Halfling? Wait a minute, where'd we get a halfling? \n\nHe burned to know where the little man had come from, and if he knew what was going on back in Auldaria, but Theron seemed to have taken the lead on those questions and answers, so there wasn't much call for him to do anything just yet.\n\nInstead, he moved over to his favorite (albeit only surviving, as far as could be determined) wizard's apprentice and showed her the bone he'd gotten from Zesh.\n\n \"Saaaaaay, Wormy...\" the page smiled, \"I found this in the tunnel Zesh and I scouted. I can't read the writing on this, so I was wondering if it made any sense to you. Any ideas?\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nTying off Shalana's wound, Darien snorts.\n \"Gods. People don't get shot during bar brawls, Theron. What the hells do you think taverns are like ? You should actually visit one sometime.\" \nHe pauses to fasten the bandage with some kind of fancy knot, tying it one-handed, the other running through his blond hair.\n \"Learned it fighting bandits, that half-year I spent on the border. Same place I first killed a man. Keep underestimating me brother,\" he cautions, voice deliberately mild, \"and you'll stay surprised.\" \n\nWhen Theron moves on, he straightens, pronounces Shalana's wound taken care of, and takes her hand in order to brush his lips against it before letting it go.\n \"Anyone else wounded?\" he asks, and strolls over to Dacin and Worm. He examines Worm's cheek briefly. \"You'll live. It could very well scar, I'm afraid; I've still got whiskey if you want to make sure it doesn't get infected. --How's the bite?\" \nHis attention shifts to Dacin, then he glances at the bone.\n \"And what's that?\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm returned Dacin's smile, reaching out for the piece of bone. She turns it to and fro, narrowing her eyes to study it; however, her gaze drifts from the artifact in her hands to Darien, and she watches him speak, chapped lips twisting down into a lopsided frown.\n\n \"'Salright,\" she says with a shrug. \"Hate to put his majesty out of a nip. Probably awful hard to slum when you're sober.\" \n\nShe runs her fingers over the script in the bone, thinking for a moment before blurting out, her face slightly red, \"And you shouldn't. Taverns aren't fun places, they're where people go to spend their bread money while their children go hungry.\" \n\nSeeming little unsure and at the same time, unable to stop, she adds, \"And I s'ppose you think it's alright to talk about offing someone, but when people die they're gone for good, and they leave behind people who might not have no one else, and that's nothing to be proud of, even if you did it for a good reason. I don't claim to know lots about nobility and the like, but I know that drinking makes you a fool and killing makes you a murderer; and I know no matter how you run your mouth you're not an adult an' you're not impressing anyone, cause everytime you brag about how much you know you're showing just how much you don't. Magister Renault was right, he said -\" \n\nThe color of Worm's face has turned a deep red by this point, and she seems to decide she's said enough, because she closes her eyes and murmurs an incantation, splitting her index and middle fingers into a V and tapping her eyes gently with the tips. Opening them, she once again regards the wand before handing it back to Dacin.\n\n \"Just says 'sanctify',\" she mutters, hugging herself tightly." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n Godssake, if we were home that'd be treason. I wasn't bloody bragging! --It'd hurt less if she weren't half right.... \n\nDarien's eyebrows crawl up towards his hairline, and he draws himself up, cheeks hollow and eyes flashing.\n \"Fine words! Seen the world, have you? Know everything about drink and death? Good to know life's so very simple!\" He takes a breath, and his expression settles.\n \"I know well I'm no adult, not yet, but we can't afford to be children here, and mark my words: not a man I've drank with has thrown away his children's bread money. And killing? It's no thing of glory, but it's a skill and if things don't get better and fast , I'll bet crowns to crud it'll be necessary, and I trust your grace will forgive me if I put our lives first. I just hope it burdens my shoulders or R-- Vigilant Raite's--\" , he corrects himself as he speaks, \"and not one of you.\" A short, sharp gesture of his hand indicates Worm and Dacin, the younger ones in the group.\n \"I just-- we just--lost damn near everyone . Don't you lecture me about death.\" \nHis voice breaks under the weight of memory and emotion; with that, he turns, attempting to salvage some dignity, and moves back to Shalana, extending an arm to support her, voice calm.\n \"My lady.\" \n Whatever a king does--whatever a prince does--it costs lives. No one who hasn't taken one with his own hands should sit on a throne. Idealists! I hope she doesn't break when things get worse, because I get the feeling they will.\nTaker's balls, I wish I could just go slumming and let Theron and Father take care of business. I wish Father could still take care of anything at all... \n\n\"Let's move, before we die of cold,\" he suggests, loudly." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana was taken aback by Worm's tirade, the quick thoughtless speech was something she was very familiar with, she also had a quick tongue. But it bothered her immensely that the speech was pointed and disapproving of Darien not to mention pure treason under any other circumstances.\n\nShalana was going to open her mouth but Darien's words certainly sufficed.\n\nTurning to Darien, while also moving to rest some of her weight on his arm, she whispered in his ear, \" I'm not entirely sure what kind of reception we will get from the people Zesh mentioned, it would be best I think if we remained wary no matter where we go. It makes little sense to me to expect a warm welcome anywhere in this region. \"\n\nShe sighed noiselessly for a second, her thoughts were beginning to jumble, she could tell how tired she was. When is this day going to end? " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Really! And there I was,\" Darien murmurs with exaggerated sincerity, \"preparing to throw myself into the arms and upon the mercy of the first human being I saw. --Sorry,\" his voice softens, the sarcasm disappearing. \"You're quite right.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nOnce Darien's attention turned to Worm's outburst, Dacin made the wand disappear back into his tunic as if it had never been. Probably it wouldn't do any harm to let the Prince see his new treasure, but why take the chance if he didn't have to? And thanks to Worm, he didn't.\n\n She is SUCH a good distraction! All I need to do from now on is let her start talking and no one will notice if I make off with the silverware, a cupboard full of food, and probably their pants! He shook his head in wonder and thought, And they said that I lacked in common sense!\n\nOf course, he reflected, Darien's quite right. Hell, I said so to her back in the tunnels before Theron stomped all over me. But if watching all those Vigilants and Yunisians die for us didn't teach Worm that, I don't know what will.\n\nKill or die. Strike first or strike never. That's how you do it if you want to win. And the losers don't get another chance. Still, I don't see how it benefits me to say so right now...and if Darien thinks I'm still some kind of innocent to be protected, that's all to the good. \n\nDacin stood gingerly, his body still aching from the poison. He stretched, and was dismayed at how much he hurt all over. It was a bad sign.\n\nHe offered a hand to help Worm up, \"Its too cold, and we've been through too much terror and death. We should get off this mountain and into that village Zesh mentioned. Maybe we'll not be so angry with one another with full bellies and a warm fire to cheer us, eh?\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Ahua \n\nYou can see Theron's eyes grow cold as his brother addresses him, any relief at their safety draining from it. He continues in Evisan despite that. \"We all experience some kind of change when we came through that thing. Granted, yours seems a bit more drastic, but I don't think you're diseased. And if you are it is likely that we all are so we shouldn't get too concerned about it for now.\" As he turns back to look at the others he allows the faintest of smiles in response to the apprentice's chastising tone.\n\n All \n\nAt Darien's suggetion, he motions for everyone to group up and turns back to Ahua. His Evisan, while passable, falters slightly on the more difficult phrasing. \"Come with us and we will get everything straightened out. You do speak Auldarian, don't you?\" Once an answer to that question is provided, he urges everyone to start down the path. \"Careful, everyone. It looks to be a long fall.\" \n\nThe path is icy but once your feet penetrate the four inches of snow over it, you find the security of (relatively) smooth stone. The slope is challenging, but taking your time and testing your steps makes the descent manageable. The occasional barren tree rises up out of the fog, looking unsettlingly skeletal considering your current situation.\n\n Worm \n\nTheron falls back to walk next to you shortly after the group starts moving. His voice remains low and the wind helps to keep it muffled. \"Pretty funny when you think about it. A prince of Auldaria, born and bred in a castle, asking a Spine-Born if she's seen the world? I'd imagine, studying under Renault, that there's a lot you've seen that we couldn't even imagine.\" He looked towards the sky for a moment, his smile faded when he turns back to her. \"I know Darien comes across as self-absorbed and ingracious but he's really not as bad as all that. I spoke with the Magister many times and I know how Renault felt about him. Sometimes I have to agree. But he's got our father's blood in him so I have to believe that, deep down, he's a good person.\" He tucked his hands into his sleeves as he spoke. \"I know he doesn't think before he acts and he can say things without concern for who it might hurt. I won't try to excuse his behavior. Just give him a chance, alright?\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShe had bristled a bit at the prince's sarcasm, but managed to reply softly as they journeyed down the path, \" I meant no offense to your intelligence, I just sensed that your older brother might a bit too trusting, even if its only a bit. I respect his courage, but even courage can't protect against daggers in the back. I mentioned it because I trusted you to be his, \" she trailed off seeming to search for words, \" in Yunisian the word means close to, friend guard, or someone who watches his friends to protect them from themselves, if there is a word in Auldarian that means the same thing, I don't know it. \"\n\nWith that she let her mind drift off, focusing on the path, and the hope of some rest soon." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nHearing Heir-Auldaria's words brings a little comfort to the unease inside Ahua - but none to the unease OUTSIDE. It was still freezing, and he couldn't find his beautiful feathered cloa... FEATHERS! With a quick glance at his shoulders he realizes that the swirling colors form shapes. Dozens and dozens of colorful feathers. Just like...the cloak. Oh no. \n\nA small hand quickly darts to Ahua's forehead, and he breathes a sigh of relief to find no beak portruding from it, like the one sewed into the hood of his cloak, which appears to have melted onto his body. Still hugging his own (poorly clothed) body, he makes an effort to step forth and address the others in their tongue. You can just about make out what he's saying despite the chittering teeth.\n\n \"I iii f A huhuh hua carrrrries no plaaague, Aaaahua joins theee Large-Worlders wiiiith glad, buuut also wiiiith cold! Aahua of Chaaamahez of K'aaa Eeevis lends hiiis speeear!\" \n\nDuring his little speech, Ahua begins unwrapping the sash that is tightly wound over one shoulder and across his chest. He begins to re-loop it, alternating it over each shoulder so as to cover more of his increasingly pallid torso with it.\n\nAhua marches along down the mountain with the group, gingerly putting his foot down each time it has to touch the strange white, burning powder that covers the ground." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nLetting Shalana lean on him as they make their way down the path, Darien casts a glare at where Theron whispers to Worm (apologizing for him, no doubt, or discussing his seemingly endless list of flaws!), and considers an appropriate word in Auldarian.\n \"I think brother is about right,\" he finally suggests.\n\n I'll have to talk to Theron before we get to whatever village is down there. I'm pretty sure he's smarter than to wander in and start blurting out what happened to us right away, but you never know. " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe young Vigilant watches the exchange between Worm and Prince Darien and shakes his head. If only more people viewed the world in the same light as the apprentice. But as long as people were people, the strong would take from the weak, and there would be a need for people like Cross to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. With a last look into the blackness of the tunnel, Raite silently falls into step with the rest of the group as they begin their trek down the path." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Still looking a bit embarassed by her outburst, Worm's discomfort seems to be tripled as the elder prince falls into step beside her, and she tries desperately to look anywhere but toward Theron as he addresses her, eyes darting to the barren trees and the snow enveloping her freezing, slippered feet.\n\n \"No, um - that is, yeah. I mean, I didn't intend to say all that, your majesty. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult the prince, an' if the Magister were here I'd have a new lump to show for it, that's for sure.\"\n\n\"'Sjust that, well, when I came to Auldaria I had three squares and clean clothes and a warm place to sleep, and I thought that was pretty good, cause I never had that before, but before then things weren't really bad, they were just how they were. To be truthful, the only time I've ever been scared for my life was inside the palace earlier.\" Worm snuggles the shivering mass of Darien the rat to her chest, momentarily distracted by concern for the effect of the cold on the rodent.\n\n \"Guess it seems to me that if you think people're bad, and you can't trust 'em, maybe you ought to spend time round different sorts of people. Most folk are basically good, even if the world's kind of roughed 'em up or they think acting kind is the same as bein' weak. I'm sure Prince Darien's got good in him too; he's you're brother, after all.\" \n\nDucking her head at this last part, she gives a nonchalant shrug and then seems content to study the ground, the pink tinting her face not entirely caused by the biting wind." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin makes himself scarce when Theron comes to talk to Worm, instead moving over next to the halfling. \"So, Ahua, is it? Hi, I'm Dacin, a page at the palace. Do you mind clearing something up for me? I was wondering...how'd you get through the dwarves to the portal? Did anyone else survive? Is the portal guarded?\" \n\nHe nodded at the obviously very cold warrior type, \"You understand that we need to know as much as we can about what's going on in Auldaria if we're ever to return there to free the realm from Dwarvish rule...if they are ruling, even. What exactly happened?\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Cha aaaaa mahez \n\nStill wrapping himself tightly in his arms, Ahua tries to look up at the Large-Worlder but finds it makes his teeth chatter together more violently. He keeps his eyes down on the ground but tries to speak to Da'cin.\n\n \"A aa hua wa aaa s neeear of th ee room oof 'throne'. Ah u ua saw you f ff lee from Hair-Fa a ces. Hair-Faaces caaatch King-Auuuldaria and hi iii s others. Hair-Faceeees go to oo secreet cave you flee'd to. Ahua cuuunning! Aaahua hide u u ntil Hair-Faces reeeturn from seecret cave. Ahua feeeear your deaths, went to lo oo k for Heirs. Found door of liight and shaadow, but n oo o Heirs - gave Ahuuua much fear! Ahua heard Hair-Faces comiiing, so Ahua follooowed into door. Now Aaahua bu uuu rning from wiiind and whiiite po owow der with Daaa'cin, K'aa Deht, aaand Heirs!\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nLooking at Darien as she walked Shalana stated simply, \" If only my brother was as admirable as you and yours. He's a fine replacement for my father.... ,\" she let the comment drift off.\n\nPulling her hand gently away from Darien she perked up and said, \" I think I can manage from here, I don't feel quite so wretched anymore. \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nodded, \"Thank you. That is hard news, but no worse than I'd been expecting.\" He stooped and picked up a handful of snow, \"This is snow. It’s what happens when water gets too cold and falls from the sky like frozen rain. It will make your feet cold, and that can make you ill. I'd suggest you fashion some shoes for yourself to keep healthy. We need your spear strong, not weakened by sickness.\" He clasped the halfling on the shoulder, then moved back a little in the march.\n\nAs he walked, Dacin sighed to himself. He'd been clinging to a feeble hope that Ahua represented some form of rescue....a way back to a predictable life that didn't involve homicidal dwarves, deadly caverns, or freezing mountains.\n\nBut the halfling's news confirmed what he'd already known in his heart...there was no easy way back, Auldaria really had fallen, the king was a prisoner at best, dead at worst, and this cold, miserable existence really was the most he could hope for.\n\n Fine. If that's the way it must be, that's the way it must be. I'll adapt and make the best of it. There's no other choice. \n\nHe glanced at Theron and considered again the bag of gold the prince was carrying. What were the chances he'd counted it all?\n\n Unlikely, Dacin decided. He'd been too busy to even hand over those now useless messages I was supposed to get. He certainly didn't have time to count every gold piece...and even if he did, he had to have counted in the dark. Mistakes happen. A few coins up or down could just be a counting error. \n\nHe nodded to himself. There'd be an opportunity...there always was...and he'd just have to be on the look out for it.\n\nJust like at home." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite moves alongside Ahua as the party continues their descent.\n\n \"You're a diplomat? I always expected diplomats would be useless in a fight... \" Raite's face flushes slightly as he realizes his comment isn't the most polite way to phrase things. He hurries on, \"What I mean to say is thank you for your help back in the cavern. Your spear is a welcome addition to our group.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " All \n\nThe path continues, winding slightly as it cuts through the rocky mountainside. Barren trees rise up on either side, spotting the otherwise featureless rock, and you each slip occasionally on the ill-suited path. The mountains are uncomfortably silent, the soft whine of the wind all that breaks it.\n\n Worm \n \"The faith states that people are formed from the good will of the Divinities. That we are all innately good, which is why it is so easy for us to do bad things. Like a pendulum, if we are far to one side we swing much further to the other when we slip.\" His eyes hovered on his brother's back for a moment. \"Of course, Darien was never much for faith. I guess I understand his jaded attitude because of the kinds of people he's spent time around, but to be honest that was his choice so it's not like he's had a difficult life.\" As he walks, his sleeve-wrapped hands at his sides, he seems to be staring off to the left of the group. \"Seems to me that unpleasentness comes a lot more often when you invite it with a poor attitude. You're pretty insightful but I guess that's why Renault took you on. What is that...\" His voice trails a bit as his eyes narrow.\n\n All \n\nYou've only been walking a short time, minutes really, when Theron points out the smoke. A thin line of grey stands out against the white fog to the left of the group. Probably fifty or so yards down a slope, nestled into a small clearing. If you stare you can make out a small house there, and a fenced in section to the side of it. The area around it is packed snow and icy dirt, giving way to thicker forest in every direction. A man stands there, his attention focused on an opening into the side of the slope, a dark cave entrance. Three small bodies litter the snow around him, half-buried and staining the ground red.\n\n ( You can make Spot checks to glean further information if you're so inclined. Getting from where you are to the clearing will require a DC 10 climb check but you can all take 10 on it. ) " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks back at the group, \" Should we head down Theron? \" She waits to hear his answer but makes to climb down as if she already knew he was going to say yes." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Spot: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] , I'll post when I know what I see.)" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin ducked out of sight, then moved forward carefully so he could get a better idea of what's going on from under cover. The small bodies were probably either more of Zesh's folk, or perhaps his tormentors, but for all he knew, they could be human children. And the man down there might have killed them with a bow or crossbow...\n\n It rarely hurts to be cautious, Dacin thought to himself. So let's take it slow, and hope that everyone else is smart enough not to draw too much attention to us.... \n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n \n Spoiler \nMinutes ago...\n \n\n\nAhua's jaw is now chattering so much that speech is becoming difficult. He nods to Da'Cin as the man walks away and continues his slow trudge through this miserable land. A desolate place this land must be if it feels so little of the Sun's kiss... \n\nWhen another Large-Worlders moves alongside him, Ahua glances up to identify the person. Ah, it is the warrior K'a Deht! Ahua listens to the human and again labors to reply. \"Tha aaa nks are giv vvv en, K'a De eee ht. A aaa hua i iii s bbb orn hunter rrrr , buuut raise ddd speeaker fff oor triiibe. Kkkk'a Deht is ggg reat warr rr ior aaas wwell! A hhhuuu a haas ne vv er seeeen su uuu ch a b bb ladeee as thiiis Tooooth of Ggggiant!\" \n\nWhen the group stops, Ahua is too chilled (and vertically disadvantaged) to have a clear view of what the others have seen. Any other day the proud warrior would gladly sneak forward to investigate - but it's getting so hard to move!" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite intently studies the scene near the opening of the cave, trying to pick out any details he can from this distance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm can't decide whether she's nauseous or elated by the opportunity to have an actual conversation with the prince, and the distraction of the smoke comes as a relief. Narrowing her eyes, she peers down at the scene below, he face scrunching up a bit.\n\n \"Zesh's people...Kinda strange that they been shot, since they were the ones with the bows far as I saw, and he doesn't have anything, just a book. One of them doesn't even look wounded on the outside - maybe somethin' in the cave got 'em...\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien squints, then bites his lip for a moment, assessing the situation. He glances in Worm's direction, then turns towards his brother as he talks.\n \"You've got a book, too, Worm, maybe he's a mage. Someone's with him, she's got a bow--behind that tree, there. More importantly, Ther--there're a couple of those things hiding over there, looks like they're planning to jump him. Your call, but I say warn him.\" \n\nWithout waiting for an answer, Darien moves forward in a smooth crouch, not drawing undue attention.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving closer, ideally to get behind the kobolds behind the rocks. Roll Hide/MS for me if it becomes necessary, DNF.\n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin blinked as he listened to the others report. He'd seen the book and identified the corpses, and had the same thought about the man being a mage.\n\n After all, he thought, who else brings a book to a battle? Either he's a mage, or he's the most aggressive librarian I've ever seen.... \n\nThe half-elf hadn't seen the woman with the bow or the other Zesh-like creatures, and that was bothersome. He needed to work on that. The dwarven attack had caught him...and all of Auldaria...by surprise, and he'd be damned if he let that happen again if he could help it.\n\nWell, they needed allies, and the humans were more likely to accept them than the creatures, especially if they were more of those \"Blood Snakes\" that Zesh had warned about.\n\n Why wait to discuss it? There may only be moments before the guy gets it... \n\nDacin yelled out from his hiding place, \"You there, with the book!! 'Ware the little things!! There's a couple more sneaking up on you!! \n\nHe peeked out from his hiding place to keep an eye on the results, curious to see what happened next. It occurred to him now that it was possible that the woman and mage knew what they were doing and he was blowing a trap they'd set, but hey, even if he'd been wrong, he'd at least tried to help...that had to count for something." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana eyes popped when Dacin yelled a warning, she hissed at him, \" You idiot, when you choose sides, you can't just go back to skulking. \"\n\nShe began to move without thinking. \" The battle line is drawn, I for one will not leave them to their fate. \"\n\nWith that she made her way to climb down at greatest possible speed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Climb : (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin laughed out loud, the sound echoing down the hill, then he called after Shalana in a quieter voice...but still loud enough for her to hear, \"What do you expect from me? I've no armor, and I'm armed with a paring knife that I barely know how to use! I'm one of those people that you warrior types are sworn to protect, not a warrior myself!! I fought when there was no choice and to help people I know...not for a total stranger who's as likely to slit my throat as thank me!! And anyway, if yon fellow can't help himself with my warning, my little blade won't save him!\" \n\nA thought occured to him suddenly, and he smiled and drew the rune covered bone and brandished it. \"But let no one say I didn't at least try to help.\" \n\nHe waved it dramitically as he's seen a musician swing a baton, then pointed it at the princess and yelled, \"SANCTIFY!!\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" A blade is forged with courage, skill is its tempering. If all you have is courage, you still have a blade, and its burning hot, which in the hands of the right person is all the more deadly ,\" she half-yelled this at Dacin as she scrambled down.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf Shalana gets in range of combat she will engage anyone attacking the man or moving to attack the man, preferably whoever is closest, I imagine Dacin removed a chance for suprise, so I will roll initiative.\n\n Initiative : (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worms eyes widen and she shakes her head. Zesh's people had attacked them back in the caves, but that didn't mean they were the enemy here. Especially not if that man was a mage - few, if any, existed in Nasjtor, and magic that could kill was dangerous magic indeed. Visibly flinching as the half-elf and princess prattle loudly, she tugs on Theron's sleeve and falls back on the path, pressing back to a point where she\n\n \"Boulon mystérieux! If I had to guess, that's what killed it,\" she whispers to whoever is nearby as she does her best to sink into the background, trying to hide from the figures below." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "And the calm was ended by a shout, all attention turning to Dacin in that moment. Shalana leapt to the edge of the cliff and began to scramble down the rockface as she and the half-elf traded words. Dacin held the bone out before him, fingers wrapped tight around the wider end, and his shout echoed across the mountain. No flash of light or puff of smoke followed the attempt. Then the two creatures hiding behind the rockface interrupted their coversation with crossbow bolts.\n\nThe princess, unable to make any attempt to avoid it from her perch, caught a bolt in the hip. Her leg slipped at the eruption of pain but her fingers held fast and she dropped the last few feet to the snow-covered ground. The rocks that the creature's were using for cover prevented them from following up on that attack.\n\nDacin felt the bolt score up his arm, drawing blood before it sailed off into the fog. The shock almost sent the bone spiraling from his grasp. Then Theron was beside him, a hand on his shoulder as the prince attempted to shove him back towards Worm. \"Get away from the edge!\" \n\nDarien, perched on the edge overlooking the two creatures, can see them fumbling to reload their weapons. He can also make out a motion by one of them in the direction of the cave entrance, now also beneath him. A motion that indicated something was in there as well. The beast make no indication of knowing that he is there, just 10 feet above their heads.\n\nThe man, seemingly startled by all the ruckus, slams the book closed and focuses his attention back on the cave. The woman behind him leaned out from her tree and nocked an arrow, sweeping the tip across the cliff cautiously.\n\n Mechanics \n\nOk, here is where it gets ugly. If you intend to do bad things to the kobolds or the peoples you need to roll some initiative.\n\n Dice \n Shalana - 3 Damage\nDacin - 2 Damage \n Initiatives \n\nAhua 20, Darien 17 (Delaying to 14ish), Bow Woman 16, Book Man 14, Shalana 12, Kobolds 11, Theron 9, Dacin 8" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin slipped behind the cliff back towards Worm, swearing under his breath the whole time. Whether he was angriest at the kobolds, Theron, Shalana, or himself wasn't immediately apparent...even to himself.\n\nIgnoring his wound for the moment, he showed the bone to Worm, \"Okay, that didn't work. Maybe it needs to be said in the language its written in? How do you say 'sanctify' in that tongue? Of course, maybe Zesh just lied to me, but since I ain't heading any closer than this...and neither are you if you're smart...maybe we can try and figure this thing out in time to do some good. What do you think?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n Sod! Damn page took matters into his own hands, and Shalana's got another wound for her recklessness. Dammit, Theron, you want to make the decisions, make them faster! \nThe younger prince draws his side-sword and casts a glance first at the man with the book and then at Theron, waiting a few moments. Before he commits to an action he can't take back.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative, Tumble check to not take damage: 1d20+5=17; 1d20+4=18 \nTumble check is going to wait for if/when Darien jumps down; I'm delaying until after Bow Woman and Book Man.\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana spit into the snow, anger and frustration coursed through her. How could she have been so stupid. Fire burned in her eyes, drawing her sword she stood a bit wobbly. Another scar in the making, another lesson for her to remember.\n\nLooking at her hip she knew she had to get out of the line of fire, there was no helping it. She made for the trees keeping a wary eye on the rocks where the kobolds lurked behind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShalana takes a total defense standard action, while moving towards the trees with her move action, if she makes it to the trees, she attempts to get cover behind them.\n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Doing her best to appear invisible against the snowy backdrop, Worm watches in horror as several of her compatriots charge yet again into a dangerous and uncertain situation. When Dacin approaches her, she gives the wound on his arm a worried look, then frowns at the page.\n\n \"I don't know the language it's written in, if you can even call it a language - I mean, it's magic and words, combined, sort of. And I think it's a wand, but um, they're kind of tricky, and I don't have a whole bunch of experience with them, but the ones I did went kinda like -\" She takes the bone from his hand and raises it into the air, pulling it back a bit and then snapping it forward with a flourish of her wrist." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThere's a moment of hestiation in which only the kobolds fumble with their bows. With a silent oath and a hope that the other critter won't get its bow loaded and finish Shalana off or nail him before he can deal with it, Darien breaks cover, pushing himself over the ledge he's crouching on; his legs bend as he lands beside one of the kobolds, and he straightens into a hop that he follows with a straight-armed lunge for the kobold's chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20+6=24 - should be +4, for 22\nConfirmation: 1d20+4=10 - not so much.\nDamage: 1d6=4 \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua watches as suddenly his Large-World companions seem to burst into activity around him. He trudges forward slowly, still holding himself, to see what the source of all the calamity is. When he spies the battle taking place down below, a sudden jolt of adrenaline shakes some of the cold from his mind (and his limbs).\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: I'll play now!\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Ahua finds himself on the edge of the cliff, staring down towards the clearing. The man extends his forefinger and traces a circle in the air in front of him. A few muttered words accompany the gesture and there is an odd popping sound that quickly fades under the whining of the wind. A moment later Darien drops from his perch, disappearing over the side.\n\nCatching his footing on a crack in the wall, the young prince flips end over end before hitting the ground on his feet and hopping forward with a swipe of his blade. The beasts, caught completely unawares, turn their attention to this new arrival. One of them catches steel in the chest, the thin leathers it is wearing part easily beneath the blade and Darien feels the resistance as he cuts deep through the beast's hide. It crumples to the side, dropping it's weapon and exhaling a gurgled screech.\n\nShalana rallies herself and begans a hasty retreat to a small clump of trees near the cliffside. Huddling behind one, she can see the events transpire from relative safety.\n\nKobolds, six of them, charge out of the cave mouth. The two in the back stop and fire on the man with their crossbows before discarding them as their companions continue forward, blades in hand. The bolts follow an unerring course towards the man only to shatter against some invisible barrier in front of him. He flips open the book again, eyes focused on the pages. The woman lets loose an arrow that catches one of the charging creatures and sends it sprawling backwards onto the snow.\n\nThe kobold facing off against Darien discards his weapon in favor of a blade and slashes it wildly at the prince, the weapons sliding against each other in an elaborate series of lunges and parries.\n\nTheron's curse cuts through the noise below, his eyes narrowed as he backs up several steps. \"Fools, both of them.\" With a flexing of his legs to lead him off he charges to the edge and jumps, hanging in the air for a moment. Then he disappears over the side, coming down on the back of one of the rearguard kobolds and driving the creature down into the snow. The other, having replaced his crossbow with a small hand-axe, rounds on Theron as he comes up from the crouch.\n\nDacin and Worm, safe from the battle below, find their further experiementation with the rib to have no noteworthy results. It simply hangs in the apprentice's hand, content to be waved about in a senseless manner.\n\n Round 1/2 Mechanics \n Initiatives \n\nAhua 20, Book Man 14, Darien 13, Shalana 12, Bow Woman 11, Kobolds 11, Theron 9, Dacin 8" }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n Thank the gods for my time on the border. This'd be a damn sight harder if I hadn't fought on uneven ground before... not much like fencing in a salle. \nDarien's expression is grim as he meets Theron's, and then glances away to Shalana, both to check on her and to make a point to his brother. His blade swipes intentionally high, leaving a gaping opening; the kobold he's fighting takes the invitation and comes in under it, cutting low for his legs, only to have Darien leap over the crouching thing and, with a long croisé that turns into a crouching skitter, come up behind the kobold fighting Theron. His side-sword comes up and around, the point piercing the thing's side as it thrusts at his brother.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nTumble: 1d20+4=16 to get into a flanking position without AoOs.\nAttack: 1d20+6=22 - wow, I'm using up my good luck for the rest of the game - for 1d6=5 points.\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana peers from behind the tree seeing Darien and Theron battle the kobolds. They had made it seem easy to engage them, and all she had done was through her body into some arrows. She was a fool, rushing headlong into things without regard for her own safety or the safety of her friends. They were fighting for her, and she felt the waves of shame fall down around her, tiredness and stress beat at her defenses and the walls came crashing down. She leaned against the tree next to her and slumped.\n\nThe fire in her blood turned to ice. She would not forget today. Standing she readied herself, but waited for her nerves to solidify. If a blade was forged with courage, then she would find courage, and not foolhardiness.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEDIT: I changed my characters response, this is more appopriate, ignore the roll warning. I had rolled to attack, I'm quite certain she wouldn't have attacked.\n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n \"Preneur take all fools and kings,\" Raite swears as the two princes drop into the melee below. Rushing to the edge, he leaps after them, wondering as he lands why it is that nobility exhibits such precious little common sense. Focusing once again on his duty, the kingdom's newest Vigilant draws his sword and takes stock of the fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative is 5 from dice thread. (joints in my armor must be freezing)\nJump: (1d20-1)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nIgnoring the chaos below, Dacin shook his head at Worm, \"No, no, no!! There wouldn't be a word on there if just flicking it was all you had to do. Besides, Zesh said it 'helps you fight better' so you need to designate a target, and you didn't do that just waving it around!!\" \n\nHe frowned at her, \"Look, our firends are fighting for their lives down there, so quit messing about! I know those magic words can be said outloud, I've seen and heard you read them aloud from that book of yours!! Treat this wand thing like a book, and SAY the word on there while pointing it at someone!! Or, if you don't wanna, the tell ME the word, and I'LL try it!! It IS mine you know!!\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Yeah? Well for knowing so much, you sure don't seem to understand that loud noises attract attention !\" she practically shouts back in Dacin's face.\n\n \"And you don't know as much as you think, because this isn't written in the same language as my spells, it isn't a language I know! And yes, you point wands at the target, but I don't know what it does and neither do you and I'm not going to risk zapping our friends, who are fighting because of you , with lightning on Zesh's word, you stupid, selfish brat!\" And then she turns and hurls the rib over the precipice, finishing the action with a glare in Dacin's direction." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin stared at Worm for a moment, then his voice went quiet, and cold. \"So I should have let that man get shot by the creatures, then? And trying to figure this out quickly to help the others? That's selfish? I see you're as stupid as ever. Selfish would be slitting your throat while no one's looking, taking your precious book, and disappearing forever. Selfish would be running off with Zesh when I had the chance and letting you lot rot without letting you know where the escape tunnel is. Selfish would be throwing away a chance to help people you're supposed to care about because you can't be bothered to try and figure out how something works.\" \n\nHe sneered at her, \"But I guess you'd know...you're the expert, after all.\" \n\nDacin shrugged, \"But you just stay up here where its safe and pretend you're the giving, helpful, generous one. I'll take my selfish self down there and go help out.\" \n\nHe stalked away without another word, looking for a way down that would keep him out of sight of the battle as long as possible. He also kept an eye out for his wand. If the stupid brat hadn't broken it, maybe it could still be salvaged...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n Climb - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n(Unless I can take 10 on the Climb while still Hiding, in which case I'll do that.)\n Search - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n Thump-thump. Thump-thump. \n\nAhua's ears are filled with the sounds of the wardrums beating in his temples. His numb fingers squeeze tighter around his spear, and he lets out his shrill battle cry once again. For the moment, at least, the biting cold is forgotten as a thrust from his legs sends the tiny warrior sailing over the edge of the small bluff.\n\n \" GYAI! \" \n\nWith a harder thump than he expected (his legs don't seem to be bending as well as they should), Ahua squats low to minimize his profile as he gets his footing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove action - Hop off the edge! Jump: (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \nStandard action - Full Defense action\n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The halfling disappears over the edge of the cliff and lands with a thump in the cushion of snow below him. Crouched there, he has a fine vantage point to make out the entirety of the scene.\n\nThe man runs his finger over a page in his book and begins to speak, his words caught by the battle and scattered by the wind. He extends a hand outwards towards the approaching creatures and the air between them shimmers. Small globes of light, like water rippling in the air, cut across the distance and collide with one of the beasts. It spins, a screech of pain cutting through the air, and sprawls out lifeless onto the snow.\n\nDarien darts past his opponent, twisting past the creature's blade and rolling out from behind the rock. He comes up behind the axe-wielder and thrusts his blade deep into the creature's side. It rounds, the blade ripping free, and narrowed red eyes set on Darien with rage. The shrill cry that it gives as it hefts its weapon is unsettling.\n\nThe lead koblold continues its charge but stops abruptly as an arrow sprouts from its chest. It staggers a few feet forward, struggling, but falls still at the feet of the book man.\n\nThe two kobolds from the middle of the group turn back to meet with this new threat. They charge Theron and drive their blades forward, the desperation at being surrounded clear in their manner. The prince pivots away from the first strike, only to connect with the second, a fresh slash drawing blood from across his stomach. The axe-wielder swings his weapon in an upward arc and it cuts deep into the younger prince's side. The pain is numbed only slightly by the cold, fresh blood staining the fine fabric's of Darien's outfit. The creature then drops back and readies for a second swing, clearly more skilled in battle than the other's they have faced. A shriek rises up from behind Darien as the creature he abandoned runs up and drives his blade into the prince's back, a fresh flood of agony coursing through the boy's body.\n\nTheron steadies himself and turns, trying to face both his opponents. The shriek from behind his brother draws his attention away from them and he drops into a crouch, pulling the knife out of the hand of the creature he'd crushed in his descent and sending it end over end towards the kobold. It skims past Darien's arm and drive's deep into the creature's chest, sending it staggering backwards. It looks at the weapon, a look of confusion settling on its beastial face before it sinks to it's knees and falls forward into the snow. The axe-wielder steals a look at Theron but opts to keep his attention on Darien, the sword presenting a greater danger.\n\nThe wand leaves Worm's hand and flips through the air, vanishing from sight. Ahua, still safe from attack and vigilant in his watch over the area, sees the stick fall through the air and disappear into the snow near a stump. Dacin reaches the bottom of the cliff and turns to look for his property, pressing his back to the cliff to remain inconspicuous. The area offers little cover for sneaking but nobody seems to be paying attention to Dacin. The princes, bloodied and outnumbered, have other things on their mind. However, the vastness of snow will make for a daunting and lengthy search.\n\nRaite hits the ground and staggers a bit, his armor working against his balance, but he rights himself in time to assess the battle. The princes are still engaged by three of the creatures, the only three still standing in fact.\n\n Round 2/3 Mechanics \n Dice \n Darien - 4 Damage \n Initiatives \n\nAhua 20, Book Man 14, Darien 13, Shalana 12, Bow Woman 11, Kobolds 11, Theron 9, Dacin 8, Worm 8, Raite 5" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite steadies himself after the abrupt stop at the end of his jump and joins the fight at Theron's side.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRaite will move as necessary and make a standard attack against any enemy still standing when initiative 5 rolls around.\nTo hit: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n \n Spoiler \nConfirm Critical: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \nExtra Damage: (2d6+4)[ 11 ] I've just realized I should be getting +4 to my damage for Raite's strength bonus as he's wielding a two-handed weapon... not that it should make much difference to this poor kobold.\n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien gives a choked-off cry of pain that turns into a strangled hiss as the axe bites into his side and something else into his back; he staggers--keeping, commendably, his blade up.\n Taker's balls! That hurts--stupid mistake, turning my back--missed the spine--it should heal--when'd Theron get good? Guess I wasn't the only one practicing... \nRight hand going around his torso to clutch his side, Darien turns and performs an odd shuffling step combined with a seemingly too-wide parry, Velaxian style; when the axe starts to come in again, he catches it with his wepon, moves it cross-body, then disengages from the axe faster than the kobold wielding it can recover; as it staggers forward, Darien's foot stomps down and his blade extends in a stop-thrust that goes right through the kobold's throat. Hastily, we whirls and skitters to the side, shifting until he's beside Theron, his blade warning one of the kobolds menacing his brother back.\n \"Nice throw. Start thinking about what you're going to tell those two, brother,\" he manages to get out through pain and battle-focus, meaning the mage and the archer. \"Better not be the truth.\" \n\nBy the time Raite gets there, the axe-wielder is already dead. There is not, however, a dearth of other targets.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFighting defensively, +2 AC -4 AB, still flanking.\n 1d20+2=20 to hit, 1d6=4 damage.\nCrit confirm and extra damage:: 1d20+2=15, 1d6=2 \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nThe cold wind blew Shalana's hair about, and it suited her mood. Watching the battle unfold she knew it was time for her to move. Gathering herself, she could feel the fire begin to course through her veins, and like a fire it suddenly exploded.\n\nShe charged into the fray, the fire in her eyes was almost visible. Lifting her sword she brought it down onto the kobold. The fire burned even hotter as the blade struck the kobold true. Shalana then shifted her weight to gain some balance from her headlong charge.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo Hit: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] +2 from Charge, her AC is -2 for duration of round\nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nHP: 4/6\nAC: 11 (counting Charge penalty)\nInit: 20\n\nThe little Evisan-that-could bounds forward through this rotten \"snow\" covering the ground, seeking to let out all his cold-inspired wrath out upon the nearby Small-Lizards. Locking both hands into their places on his weapon, he lets his speed and momentum carry the tip through the creature's hide.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: You know, I think most of the critters are dead already but hey - Ahua's initiative is higher, so I may as well try to steal someone's kill.\n\nCHARGE:\nAttack (1d20+6)[ 23 ] Damage (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm rolls her eyes at the page's back and blows a bang from her eye. That was the problem with some people, they only heard what they wanted to hear. Scrambling toward the cliff edge, she peers at the battle below, her eyes popping wide open when the man flings his spell at the creature, the argument forgotten in an instant as considers the possible meaning behind the man's presence in her head.\n\nContemplation is cut short as she sees the kobolds set upon the princes, and she snatches up a nearby rock, packing snow tightly around it. What was it the kids at the orphanage used to call it? Oh, right - a surprise. Poking her tongue between her teeth, she pulls back and lets the snowball fly at one of the kobolds threatening the prince." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin took in the scene. The battle had become a rout, at least as far as he could tell. The few remaining \"kobolds\" vanished beneath Darien, Shalana, and Raite's blades, so the fight seemed as good as won.\n\nThe half-elf headed towards the man with the book cautiously and with his hands open so that the sniper in the woods knew he was no threat, and said with a bow, \"Are you alright sir? It looked like those things may have had the drop on you...I'm glad we seem to have arrived in time!\" \n\nHe smiled, \"And if it's not too much trouble, perhaps you could tell us where we are? My friends and I had the misfortune to be lost in those dreadful caverns for what seems like forever, and we'd be ever so grateful if you could help us get our bearings!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \nDunno if I need it, but its my best skill, so I don't mind rolling it!! 😳\n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The halfling bounds forward, catching one of the kobolds unawares and skewering him on the tribal weapon. The creature has but a moment to twitch before the spear it withdrawn and it falls to the ground.\n\nThe man with the book flips it open again, his eyes no longer on the creatures. He seems to study the princes and their companions as he traces his fingers along the pages.\n\nDarien's thrust finds a home in the axe-wielder's throat, sending it sprawling away as Darien steps into position beside his brother. Theron shifts his attention away for a moment. \"Nice? That was one in a million! You think only you can throw a knife? I can throw a knife all over the place.\" An odd moment of levity in a gradually fading battle.\n\nShalana reappears, crossing the snow at a rabbit's pace, and her sword cuts across the last kobold's arm with a precise slash. It spins to focus on her but an arrow catches it in the chest, dropping it to the snow. The moment is oddly silent, the sounds of battle fading into echoes.\n\nThen a clawed hand thrusts up from the snow at Theron's feet. The creature he'd taken down with his landing scrambles up, its movements fast and unpredicatable. Darien's blade sweeps out instinctively and cuts deep into the creature's back but the kobold isn't fazed. One hand lashes out toward's Theron's injury, tearing at the stomach wound with ferocity. Theron staggers back, bumping into Shalana and kicking the creature away.\n\nThe kobold staggers at the kick but only stops as a ball of snow cracks it upside the back of the head. Dazed, it spins around in search of the source of the attack. Before it can recover and renew it's assault Raite steps in and brings his sword down on it, cleaving the beast from head to heel. The pulpy mess that remains is barely recognizable as the creature it once was.\n\nTheron reaches out and takes Darien's shoulder in his grasp, tighter than is comfortable. \"Maybe...this time...you should do the talking.\" His eyes sweep across the area as if he were searching for something. \"Looks safe enough now...\" His words trail off as he sinks to his knees and falls backwards into the snow.\n\nThe man slaps the book closed as Dacin draws near, his eyes focused on the page. He considers the words for a moment, then makes a motion towards the cave with his free hand. His voice is light and relaxed considering all that's occurred. \"Lost, are you? This is Nasjtor, boy. High up in the Spine.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Momentarily delighted that she actually managed to hit the thing, Worm quickly deflates as Prince Theron collapses into the snow. \"Oh no,\" she murmurs, scrambling over the edge of the cliff and scrambling down it as quickly as her icy fingers and underdeveloped muscles will allow, dropping the last couple feet and scurrying across the snow to the prince.\n\n \"Your majesty,\" she whispers, looking helplessly at the wound and then at Darien. \"I don't have any magic for this, and everyone's hurt at least some - we gotta ask these people for help. Do you know Spine-Speak? I can translate,\" she offers, pressing the ragged of her robe against Theron's wound with both hands, biting her lip and waiting for Darien to take the lead." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana went before Darien and bowed her head. \" I am sorry I acted rashly and put all of us in danger. I will not repeat the mistake. \" She lifted her head after she said it and looking a bit uncomfortable she said, \" If it doesn't trouble you too much Darien, I could use some help removing this bolt. \" The tears in her clothes were evident now, what had once been a beautiful dress, was nothing more than rags now, hanging strangely from places and stretched and torn for moving in ways it had never been intended to.\n\nShe was disgusted with herself. She looked and was a great big fool. The burning in her hip was a painful reminder of it all. A tear managed to break from her, but she wiped it away in disgust, while she waited for a response from the prince." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nWith the heat of the battle still barely keeping his body moving, Ahua's gaze flashes to and fro to make sure that all their enemies have been subdued. He is about to relax when suddenly Heir-Auldaria falls over from his wound. With more speed than his size would belie, the Evisan bounds across the 'snow'-covered ground to the man and he drops his spear. Ahua's small, cold hands begin fumbling to open one of the pouches at his side. When he finally succeeds in opening it, he pulls out a small leather bag and begins speaking rapidly to Heir-Auldaria.\n\n \"Heir-Auldaria does not taste Death in this place! Heir lives to lead his tribe for another tomorrow! Ahua mends the wound!\" \n\nThe halfling begins pulling a few leafy herbs from the leather pouch and begins rubbing them together in his hands. Hmm. Water is needed to thin the paste out. Ahua glances down at the ground to see the mounds of snow. D'acin says that snow is cold water from the sky. Time to see if he spoke the truth. He picks up a handful of the snow and begins rubbing it in with the herbs. As the snow begins to warm and melt, the ingredients begin to combine into a potent-smelling ointment. Ahua reaches down and begins smearing the substance into the gash. \"This is strong medicine, Heir-Auldaria. Wards against fever; dams stream of blood.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAh, what the heck. Let's use my Action point on it!\nHeal check: (1d20+7)[ 13 ] + (1d6)[ 4 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite drops his sword and scrambles to the side of Prince Theron. Looking desperatly to Ahua he asks, \"can you help him?\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin whistled softly. They were in the Spine! It made him wonder if there was another similar gate that the Dwarves might have used to get to Auldaria themselves. After all, there should have been border forts and patrols to notice the invading army long before it got to the capital city...\n\nOf course, one of the few languages he hadn't picked up over the years was tongue spoken in Nasjtor. He'd have to correct that little gap in his knowledge one of these days.\n\nStepping aside to let Darien (and Worm, the little brat) speak to the wizard in a language besides Trade, Dacin stepped back to see how Theron was doing. Not well, apparently, though perhaps the halfling's treatment would help.\n\nHe felt the weight of the small potion bottle in his belt pouch. He could, perhaps, offer Zesh's medicine to help out but given how well the \"wand\" had worked out for him, maybe that wasn't the best idea. He'd hate to take the rap for poisoning a prince.\n\n What to do, what to do? " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nTurning to Ahua she asked simply, \" Is there anything I can do to help you? \"" }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAfter smearing the ointment into the heir's wound, Ahua wipes what little is left on his hands onto his legs. Now that his heartrate is slowing again, the chill is beginning to take hold of him once again. Knowing that he doesn't have long before his teeth begin dancing inside his jaw once again, Ahua answers the questions of both K'a Deht and the female at once.\n\n \"Ahua has given Heir-Auldaria medicine, K'a Deht. Will help fight Death, but Heir's own strength must f f ight. Rest and hot fire are best weapons to fight Death now. This s ss now fights against Heir.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The apprentice shifts anxiously as the halfling applies his poultice, and deciding to trust the prince to the hands of her companions, she struggles through the snow past them, approaching the man with the book, not wishing to lose the opportunity.\n\n \"Hello, um, sir,\" she begins in Spine-Speak, twisting the tattered fringe of her sleeve in her finger. \"Me an' my friends have had a rough time of it, an' as you can probably tell we aren't from around here, and the prin - that young man is pretty hurt, and some of the others aren't doing so well either, and we didn't really expect to end up out here and it's awful cold, and if you could please help us out we would really be awful grateful,\" she rapidfires in a breath, looking worriedly over her shoulder at her companions." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien lets out a truly vile and blasphemous stream of curses as Theron falls, then dropps to one knee beside him. \"Ther! Don't you pass out on me, bugger it!\" \nBiting his lip, the younger prince cuts a long swath of Theron's tunic off, using it for bandaging--Worm's robe was an option, but the bottom has been too close to the ground to be clean. Stepping back, he murmurs thanks to Ahua when the halfling moves in to care for his brother.\n \"Dacin,\" he says in Auldarian before the page can tell the man with the book anything of substance, \"come help him. Raite, get him out of the snow, that's the last thing he needs right now. Worm, I--sod.\" \nHe looks up at Shalana; after a moment's narrow-eyed stillness, he nods, removing the bolt and treating the wound like he did the previous one. As he works, he speaks in low Auldarian, barely audible to those around him.\n \"Watch your tongues. We are the children of merchants, a caravan that was attacked; we survived by running away and made our way through the caves. Thomas there and I, Daniel , are the sons of the caravan's leader, as you of course know. Raite, cover your bracer.\" \n\nHe rises, brushing snow from his green tunic, and--cursing mentally--hurries after Worm, laying a hand on her shoulder to indicate that he's handling it; he addresses the man with the book in fluent Najstor. His voice is deeper than normal--the rich, urbane baritone that manifested itself in the caves.\n \"I'm Daniel, sir; we were with some merchants from Auldaria--long story short, there was an attack, and only we escaped. Now, maybe we saved you from those things and maybe we didn't, but our intentions were good. I'm hoping yours are likewise--my brother could well die without seeing a healer, and that's if we don't keel over of cold or get attacked before we reach a town. If you could escort us, we'd be deeply grateful.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The wind picks up again, kicking the branches of the trees about in an unsettling dance. The woods that surround this place look unnaturally dark, as though the sunlight died before it could reach them. Ahua's efforts result in slowing the bleeding significantly. The halfling finds Theron's life signs to be steady despite the obvious severity of the wound.\n\nThe man responds with a smirk, a simple twist of lip that made his ice blue eyes seem as cold as the snow. He turns back and called out to the girl behind the tree, who only then lowers the bow. While the words are Spine-Speak, his accent is anything but. Those of you familiar with both lanaguages connect the manner of his speech with Velaxia.\n\n \"Sasha, go inside and get your mother. Tell her to bring her mending kit and get your brother to heat up some blankets.\" He turns back to Darien as the girl darts off towards the house. \"Get him up and come with me.\" His steps lead to the doorway of the cabin, the interior no larger than the exterior would indicate. He motions to a small bench near a warm fireplace as he crosses the room towards another door. \"Set your brother there. Elia will take a look at his injuries. Sorry there isn't a lot of room but me and mine don't require much. Just find a place to sit and warm up.\" An elven woman appears in that doorway as he passes through it, a small box held between her hands. She moves towards the bench and begins to lay out some items from inside the box, the contents of which seem standard for a healing kit. The man's voice rises up from the back before he appears in the doorway again.\n\n \"My name's Tesori. You kids managed to show up in the least pleasant place at the least pleasant time. Should consider yourself lucky that you didn't miss this place. There are few settlements around these parts. Only one village of note and it isn't exactly sizable.\" " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nGrateful for the actions of Ahua and the aid offered by the stranger, Raite carefully lifts Prince Theron and follows Tesori into the small home. Setting the wounded man down in the location indicated, the Vigilant retrieves his sword from the snowy field and sets about wrapping his hand and bracer with a strip of cloth from his tunic, using the blood issuing from the reopened wound under the bracer as an excuse should anyone ask." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana knelt into the snow and used it to clean her sword off, after which she cleaned her hands off as well. Tesori had deeply impressed her with his use of magic, it was more powerful than any she had witnessed before. She followed after them into the house, and found a spot close to the fire and propped herself up.\n\nIt was then that the weight of all the running and fighting hit her. She felt her eyes become heavy and time seemed to slow. Looking around the room she motioned for Darien to come near and when he was close she asked quietly, \" Is it alright if I sleep? Also, thank you I have not met anyone as brave as you and your brother, you do Auldaria a great honor. \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm slams her back against the wall near the fire, grateful to be warm. She gingerly removes the rat from within her robes and runs a hand over his rough fur. Hopefully the cold hadn't been too much for him, she reflects as a worry line bisects her brow, and she clears her throat, causing a dry, scratching sensation.\n\n \"Is he going to be alright?\" she asks quietly, the question directed at the nearby Elven woman.\n\nTurning to the man as he enters the room, Worm suddenly straightens, a sudden energy jolting her back into focus as she remembers what she saw - what he did! - and she asks, \"That was amazing! I've never seen nothing like that, well, not in a real fight or anything at least! You're from Velaxia, right? Do you know Stivel?\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"My deepest thanks, Tesori,\" \"Daniel\" responds, still in Najstor, with an informal half-bow. \"We might well have missed it, if we hadn't seen the fight. D'you have to do that sort of thing often? In any case, we're all grateful for healing, warmth, and shelter.\" \nHe helps Raite carry Theron in, with one arm; as he does, he slips Theron's signet ring off his finger and makes it disappear into his tunic somewhere, unobtrusively.\n\nOne hand still clutching his wounded side, Darien then ushers everyone into the cabin before he enters, giving Tesori another deep nod as he shuts the door behind him. He examines Theron, pursing his lips, then the others. Everyone will, it seems, live. He moves to the elven woman's side.\n \"Elia, right? I'm Daniel. Thanks for--you know. My brother.\" He indicates \"Thomas\", clearing his throat, and extends his hand--his own signet ring isn't there, either; he must have palmed and pocketed it at some point before approaching Tesori--with the same feigned awkwardness, then pulls it back.\n \"Uh, busy, never mind. If I could--some water and bandages--? Several of us are wounded, I'll clean and dress or, uh, re-dress the wounds... right.\" \n\nShould he receive the supplies, Darien will help get everyone who's wounded bandaged and, at least hopefully, infection-free, tending to his own wounds last. He switches to Yunisian when Shalana addresses him, although he does not revert to either an aristocratic accent or manner of speaking.\n \"Given that we're just merchants, more of a credit to our trainers than anything. Thanks for the kind words, but I wouldn't call it any such great deed. Too many tales of rescuing damsels in distress, more like. Thomas'll call it recklessness soon's he wakes up, no doubt.\" He grins, giving her a wink. \"Yeah, go on and sleep. We'll all get there soon enough, and you've had enough holes put in you today you could use a little extra.\" \nHis hand brushes her hair as he rises, checking on the others and on his brother once again.\n\nWhen Worm addresses Tesori, he puts a grin on his face. I should've talked to the girl, told her not to say too much. If she starts going on about her magic and her teacher, that'll bring up way too many questions. \n\"Sure was impressive. Never seen magic like that myself, not that I've seen much beyond parlor tricks. That why you live out here in the wild, pardon the question? Mystical studies and all?\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua rigidly staggers into the cabin, still hugging himself tightly. Strangely, as soon as he is about to cross the threshold he stops in place. Reaching down to scoop up a tiny bit of snow, he quickly begins rubbing it upon an uplifted left foot. He sets the foot down and repeats the procedure for the right foot, then abruptly takes 3 steps into the residence. He attempts what looks like the hypothermic version of a waist-bow and introduces himself.\n\n \"Aaaaahua.\" \n\nWithout further word or action, he stumbles over to the fire and collapses on his side in front of it, pulling his arms and legs in tight. It's only in the illumination of the fire that you can see how pallid his skin has become - even the colorful tattoos across his shoulders and back seem to have somewhat dimmed." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nDarien's response was pretty close to what she had come to expect from her short time of knowing him. She grabbed his hand gently as he rose, and said quietly in Yunisian, \" Whether you think highly of your actions or not is not my business, but at least know that I think highly of them. \"\n\nAnd with that she let him go. She mused a bit at the purple that now tinged her hair, it was an odd color standing amidst the red and brown strands, but it certainly didn't look bad. She shifted slightly to take the weight off her damaged hip, and closed her eyes, letting her mind pass over the events of the day." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin moved over by the elvish woman and observed her using the healing kit for a while. It occurred to him that healing would probably be a useful skill, come to think of it. Of course it did seem to require a degree of patience that he didn't normally have, but if his life was on the line, perhaps he'd be able to make it work anyway.\n\nAs he watched, he quietly spoke in the lyrical tongue that his mother had always spoken to him in...\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn Elvish:\n \"Greetings fellow wanderer, may the trees shade your steps. I am far from my forest and hope you can help me. My mother is Elena-of those-who-shade-amongst-the-elms, have her wanderings taken her across your path?\" \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The living area of the house is full with your arrival, leaving little room for you to spread out. A few patches of bare floor and a couple empty chairs are the best you can hope for. Still, the warmth of the fire and protection from the elements provides you with comfort enough to rest. The children arrive with blankets, leaving several in a pile near you. The girl, older than the eldest among you by a year or two, has her father's dark hair while the boy, several years junior to Worm, resembles the mother in his complexion. They busy themselves heating water and picking up, all the while trying to seem like they aren't listening in.\n\n Dacin \n \"I do not know of such a person. She was named with the conventions of the Eastern Forest, an outdated custom. It would seem that your family clings to the old ways.\" The woman's attention remains on the wound, a deep and bloody thing, but she speaks as her hands move easily through the motions of mending. The lilting sound of the elven tongue carries her words in little more than a whisper. \"You have human blood like my own children. Tell me of your father.\" \n Darien & Worm \n\nElia only motions to indicate the roll of bandages amid the items nearby, allowing Darien to do with them as he will. Tesori settles into a chair near the door to the back rooms, wiping his boots with a cloth. Here, unencumbered by battle and cold, you can see the man more clearly. His hair is dark with streaks of gray, and his face bears the lines of age. Probably deep into his fourth fifth decade of life he seems unhindered by the years. His features are distinctly Velaxian, the sharp nose and close set eyes common among those people. He watches Darien administer what aid he can to the injured, responding to Worm's question directly.\n\n \"I know the name and the reputation but I've not met the man before. I believe I have some notes I copied from one of his theories regarding elemental control and binding. Still, I haven't been to Velaxia in many years so I've fallen a bit out of touch with the community.\" He sets the cloth aside and takes up a pipe from the small table beside him. As he sets a taper to the flame of a nearby candle, he sets his eyes on Darien.\n\n \"I live here despite the isolation, not because of it. It makes my research more difficult to have to travel so far to find descent materials. The price of squid ink multiplies considerably this far from the sea.\" A few puffs on the pipe sent the fragrance of tobacco through the small cabin. \"It is, however, less difficult than moving the subject of my study. A stone gate carved into a cave wall makes for impossibly heavy cargo.\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nThe young Evisan ceases to stir soon after collapsing in front of the fire. The deep, rhythmic breathing is one of the few indicators that he hasn't simply died on the spot.\n\n Zzzz... " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm, picking up a blanket and wrapping herself up while Tesori replies, nearly drops the smaller, furrier Darien at the mention of the stone gate, and before she can stop to think, the questions begin to pour out:\n\n \"You mean the portal?! What do you know about it? Who built it? How long's it been there? Why is it there, just to take things from one place to the other, I mean, that's kind of a lot of magic for something useful every now and again. And what about the side-effects, do you know if they're serious? Or, you know, permanent?\" She tugs absently on a strand of newly gold hair as she rattles off her questions, bizarre purple eyes wide and alert and focused completely on the mage." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin rolled his eyes. Worm was talking. That was rarely a good sign. Especially since \"Daniel\" clearly could speak Nasjtorian himself and didn't need a translator. He'd have bet good money she was saying something stupid. Of course, anyone who claimed to study magic and was so willing to throw away potentially useful items of power clearly couldn't be counted on to keep a secret. Dumb brat.\n\nNot that he was bitter or anything.\n\nTurning back to Elia he nodded and spoke softly in Elvish, \"He's a minor noble in Auldaria. I guess he met my mother in a tavern or something. She's something of a wandering musician and dancer. I think the term is Treesinger? Or something like that. I suppose that means she does cling to the old ways at that, but she never really taught me many of them, if truth be told.\" \n\nHe sighed quietly, then went on, \"Father didn't have much time for me, what with his wife and legitimate children, so he pulled some strings and got me a job working for Thomas and Daniel's father. After Mother wandered away, that is. I suppose it was a long shot that she'd have made it as far out as The Spine, but hey, I did, so who can say?\" \n\nHe smiled faintly, \"Of course every situation is different. You appear to have married, which gives your husband more of a stake in the lives of your children than my father had in mine. Perhaps your story will be different.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nThe noise of voices she couldn't understand had a surprisingly relaxing effect upon her mind. It wasn't long before her thoughts started to become cloudy and she drifted to sleep." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Darien & Worm \n\nTesori only draws in rich-smelling smoke as the girl rambles through her questions. His eyes settle on Darien as Worm asks them and a slight twist of lip is visible through the exhaled haze. Setting the pipe back on the table and extinguishing the taper with his fingers, he leans back in the chair.\n\n \"I know that it is ancient, highly unstable even in its inert form, and that recently it was activated through unknown means leaving me and mine with quite a mess to clean up.\" His hand was on the table and he rolled something between his fingers there. It was made of darker wood than the table, thin with a tapering point. \"I also know some unrelated things. I know that the passes through the Spine have been snowed in for over a month. Happens every year, you see, and everyone on either side has to stock up extra to account for the lack of supply.\" He pauses and watches you, his eyes straying to the others who accompany you briefly. It is clear that he is waiting for one of you to speak.\n\n Dacin \n\nShe responds as she threaded a heavy needle and begins to run it through the wound. \"Strange that she would move on without you. Abandonment of kin runs counter to what we know of the old traditions.\" The needle moves quickly and the thread draws skin together. \"Still, you don't seem worse for the experience. My story is rather common, truthfully. Meet, fall in love, create amazing children. These things know nothing of race.\" With a final tug she ties the string into a knot and cuts away the excess. Placing her hand on Theron's forehead, she whispers a soft prayer of comfort in the Velaxian tongue. After applying a thin oil to the surface of the wound she begins replacing her supplies into the bag.\n\n All \n\nThose of you who still gave indication of being awake are approached by the younger child. He offers you a small wooden cup filled with hot tea before hurrying back to the cooking area. The girl stands there, a cup in her hands, and watches the group silently. She puts off a general attitude of distrust in both her stance and expression." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm, whether unaccustomed to lying or at least, very accustomed to a swift and usually painful reprimand when placed under scrutiny for a mistake, crumbles almost instantly beneath the man's gaze.\n\n \"We didn't mean nothing by it!\" she gasps, attempting to juggle rat and teacup as her eyes flick between Tesori and what could possibly be a wand in his fingertips. \"But we had to escape, an' that was the only way! We didn't know about creatures or mountains or what would happen - what did happen?\" she asks suddenly, her slightly panicked train of thought derailed by her previously unanswered questions.\n\nSwallowing hard, she adds in a low voice, \"Please, you ain't gonna hurt hi - us, are you?\" A quick glance towared Theron's prone form, and then another shot to those curled up near the fire before looking back to Tesori." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Damn it, Worm,\" \"Daniel\" says, voice low and hand moving halfway towards where he keeps a dagger, \"you've got to start thinking before you speak.\" \nHis posture shifts: his slouch straightens into a slight lean forward, and he balances his weight on the balls of his feet. He pauses a moment, mind racing.\n \"I think that if Master Tesori wanted to hurt... us... he wouldn't have bothered having Thomas sewn up. --You're right, of course: we didn't come through a pass.\" \nHis country accent drops away; the baritone he spontaneously developed after coming through the portal is smooth, and he keeps his tone light. Too-green eyes fix on Tesori.\n \"Our father had heard about these portals and figured that if he could get one open, the profits--winter trade, no need to go through the mountains, shorter way to travel--would be more than worthwhile. He talked a mage, Stiven, into it. Long story short, we were attacked when we got near it, people died allowing us to get away, and we had nowhere to run. Worm there read a spell of a paper Stiven had given her, it opened the portal, and we went through rather than face death. We came out somwhere in the local mountains; I'm sure you can fill the rest in. I'm sorry to try and fool you, but you can see why we might not have wanted to mention it quite the first instant we met you.\" \n\nDarien keeps his eyes on Tesori, except to fix Worm with a stern glare if she starts to babble again." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The apprentice's jaw drops slightly and she gapes at Darien as he launches into the latest lie. Dropping her own voice, though she thinks it's a little silly - the man was just a few feet from them.\n\n \"They're helpin' us, we should tell them the truth, and besides, he doesn't bel - \" The sharp look from the prince cuts her short, and she snaps her mouth shut, lips pursed tightly." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"That's what I'm trying to do,\" he tells Worm quickly, cursing mentally and straightening out of his tense posture." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Tesori watches the exchange, his eyes mostly locked to Darien through it. He taps the item against the table several times before turning to watch Elia cross the room with her supplies in hand. He questions her as she passes, Velaxian phrases clearly more comfortable to him.\n\n \"Will the boy live?\" Elia pauses in the doorway long enough to call back over her shoulder. Weariness hangs on her words and she makes no effort to disguise it.\n\n \"Likely, yes. Rest would do him good.\" As the elf disappears into the back room, Tesori returns his attention to the group. He drops back into Spine-Speak fluidly.\n\n \"You will find a town south of here. It's less than an hour's walk and the trail is fairly clear. The wagon tracks from my morning visit should still remain.\" He shifts in the chair and sets his eyes on Darien. \"Your brother is not well for travel. Elia can tend to him here or, if you wish to risk carrying him, you can seek out Feddon in town. He's as capable a doctor as he is a drinker.\" The wand disappears into his robe as he rises from the chair. \"The tea will keep you warm on the way. I wouldn't take my time, however, as it doesn't last much more than an hour. Take a few moments to gather your things and wake your friends.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin finished his tea and contemplated. His mother abandoning him was rather against the old ways, wasn't it. Just another question he'd have for her when he finally tracked her down.\n\nOne of many.\n\nHe set the cup down and moved to the door, saying in Auldarian, \"I'm going to get some air.\" Without waiting for any word from Darien or the others, he slipped outside and closed the door behind him.\n\nHe glanced at the cave mouth and made sure there weren't any more of the annoying little bastards (Zesh excluded) around. Once he was sure it was reasonably safe, he slipped over to the battle site and started a systematic looting the corpses. There probably wasn't much in the way of cash on the things, but a crossbow or two would be worth selling and might even be good to shoot someone with, even if he'd never used one before in his short life.\n\nHe also kept an eye out for his wand. It might take a while to find the thing, but it'd probably be worth it. Especially if he could get Elia or her husband to show him how to use the damn thing properly...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite gladly accepts the hot tea from the child and settles back against the wall to watch, with growing trepidation, the exchange between Darien, Worm and Tesori. Setting the tea aside, his hand moves ever so slightly towards the hilt of his sword as the stranger toys with the unknown item. As Tesori mentions the town, apparently deciding to aid the group, Raite relaxes with a sigh." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "No no no! Worm shook her head furiously, looking from Darien to Raite then toward their sleeping companions. He was going to kick them out, which she supposed was what you got for taking advantage of someone's hospitality, but there was no way Raite, Darien or even she would be willing to leave Theron behind - and carrying him could only wound him further, and make their journey more difficult.\n\n \"He's lying,\" she says plainly, the rat scrabbling up her shoulder and burying his head behind her ear as she speaks. \"But you already knew that, yeah?\" \n\nMentally she was berating herself, she could almost hear Magister Renault dressing her down for disrespect, treason, and any number of other errors, but she had to take care of the princes, even if she upset them in the process.\n\n \"Please, sir, if we take our friend with us we'd prob'ly hurt him more, and ain't none of us going to leave one of ours behind. I know my apology don't mean much, and we got no right to ask anything of you, but I promise that we didn't mean any harm or offense - it's just that the truth could get us in a lot of trouble, but seein' as you've been studying this portal for what sounds like a fair minute, you might be pretty interested in the truth, and we'd be more than happy to share - \" she glances at the prince as she says this, \" - assuming we can all agree to try things fresh.\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAlthough his body continued to lie on the floor of the small cabin, Ahua's mind had soon been swept away to a strange place.\n\n His arms struggle to keep the many ferns and limbs from slapping him in the face - they are only so successful. His feet pound the earth beneath him mercilessly as he flees from the unseen predator. He has seen the gleaming eyes, and a hint of grey fur, but the moonlight fails to pierce through the canopy to illuminate the jungle floor.\n\nHe isn't alone. There are others; larger figures also fleeing through the underbrush before him. He's not chasing them - no, they are also fleeing the predator. Who are they? They cannot be the Large-Worlders he met in that place of cold. Regardless, they are all the prey of the beast. Several paces ahead he spots a tree. 'Climb for safety!' is what he and all of his people were taught. He leaps and grabs onto a low branch, tugging himself up it and scrambling up to the top. He looks down and see a blur as the creature zooms past his place of refuge, continuing on after the other figures.\n\n \"I am safe. The monster intends to feast upon those others.\" \n\nA voice speaks to him - a familiar voice. He can't recall where he heard it before, but it has been some time. \"When it gorges itself upon the others, who shall it seek to feed its offspring?\" He is overwhelmed by feelings of urgency - he has to do something! But what? He gazes at the ground far below, and a spear enters his field of vision. Someone is handing it to him, but he cannot look up to see who. \"Hunt, or be hunted. That has been Our Way. It is your Way, Ahua-Chamahez.\" He reaches out and grasps the spear being held before him. Whomever was holding it has vanished. To his left and right, his new companions are each perched in the tops of trees, readying their weapons; seemingly to dive down upon the creature below. Adjusting his grip on the weapon, he turns around and braces his feet against the tree for his leap. The wind carries a final whisper. \"The moon has just risen, but it shines bright - this night shall be the greatest hunt.\" He leaps into the void, diving straight towards the unsuspecting creature lurking below. He hears drums in the distance... \n\nAhua wakes to find himself back on the floor. Wearily, he rolls over to see Da'cin walking out the door. The sound of his boots hitting the floor sounded vaguely like drumming. Then the memory of the dream came back to him. He sat up with a start, and reached out to take hold of his spear. After a moment to calm, the halfling begins to wear a sly grin. This was a vision. A good omen...a very good omen, indeed. \n\nA bit of dust from sleeping on the floor tickles his nose, causing Ahua to sneeze. His hand instinctively reaches up to cover it, and the Evisan nearly wallops himself in the face. ...What? My nose? He begins to feel around on the beak that's been adorning his face this whole time. Judging from the way he's acting, he appears to be equally alarmed and curious. He can hear one of the human girls he's been traveling with speaking, but is too mystified to pay attention." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe young Vigilant looks between Worm and Darien with a troubled expression on his face. Glancing towards Theron, he makes his mind up concerning his duty. \"Daniel, Worm is right. We are in a strange land and we need aid. Our host has given us shelter and has knowledge that may aid us. As for leaving to find this town, my \"contract\" is with Thomas, as the senior member present from your father's company, and I will not leave him until he orders it or until he no longer requires my service.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana's heart picks up, in her dream she awoke and knew there was tension in the room, she woke herself up. She didn't understand what Worm was saying, but whatever it was, it was important. Darien seemed agitated and the mixture of the two brought her to about a hundred different conclusions none of them good.\n\nShe worked her body to move and all of her muscles clenched at once, pain coursed through her every nerve, her body must have found its senses again, the battle fire no longer raged in her. The grip of the sword still in her hand with just a smear of blood she had missed when she cleaned the blade spoke volumes of how real this day really was.\n\nShe stood slowly, realizing how horrible she must have looked, her hair was matted, her dress was falling apart at the seams. She looked at Theron and cursed inside her mind, it was her fault, if she hadn't been so foolish he might be alright.\n\nShe wrestled her thoughts in and asked out of reflex in Yunisian, \" What is happening? \"" }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua turns to look at the other human girl who just spoke. One hand still rests on his nose, gently squeezing up and down its length. That tongue is different. His voice somewhat nasal-sounding from his constricted nostrils, he speaks in Auldarian. \"What?\" The sight and sound of him is unintentionally (but undeniably) clownish." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince stands ramrod-straight and stock-still, his jaw set and his green eyes directing a glare at Worm; he speaks to her in Auldarian.\n \"This is on your head. And after, we are going to have a conversation about things like sabotage , insubordination , and maybe even treason . You can not keep taking matters into your own hands like this.\" \n\nHe turns, facing Tesori again, and takes a moment to collect his thoughts, switching back to Najstoran.\n \"Very well, my hand has been forced. The plain truth: 'Thomas' there is no merchant's son. You've saved a royal life.\" \nHis hand dips into his pocket, and produces Theron's signet ring; he turns it towards the mage, and tries to keep his voice flat.\n \"This very night, our capital was attacked by dwarves. We don't know why, nor how they got a strike force there without notice. The palace was taken, and we were sent to safety through a secret passage. We found a portal beneath the castle, and when we had no other exit, Worm there opened it. The King remained behind; from the account of A'hua there, who followed after us, he was captured. He 's,\" a finger jabs in Theron's direction, \" Crown Prince Theron of Auldaria, and effective ruler as long as--as his father is in captivity. You're not an Auldarian subject; I can't command you--but I think you understand what a royal debt means, even that of a prince removed from his land. So, I ask: allow us to stay, until he is fit to travel. Feed us, shelter us, and keep our identities secret. Share with us what you know about these portals. You'll be far more than merely repaid.\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " All -Dacin \n\nTesori's eyes narrowed as he stared down at the signet ring, muttering to himself. He swept his gaze over the faces of the gathered and scratched the back of his head. Something seemed to bothering him and the gears in his mind were rapidly spinning to set it right. When he did speak, the strain on his voice spoke volumes about his disbelief.\n\n \"The crest looks real enough and you seem convinced of what you're saying. Still, that has to be the least likely story you've concocted today. An army of Dwarves would have to move through Velaxia and do so unnoticed for over a month. But the creatures...\" His eyes lift toward the door, then snap back to Darien. \"If you did open the gate then you would have passed through it? It simply cannot be. The design doesn't allow for...and you're still alive...\" He was jumping from thought to thought now, his attention divided.\n\n Dacin \n\nYou meet the cold again, trudging through the snow to the bodies only to find them field-stripped. Several footprints, similar to the feet of the creatures, vanish into the woods nearby. A few broken arrow shafts remain and the ragged clothing that the creatures wear is still on them but anything of notable value has been carried away.\n\nYour efforts still do not turn up the wand, starting near the cave entrance and working out towards the clearing. It will take you atleast an hour to fully examine the area where the wand may have fallen. You still have plenty of daylight left and (presuming you drank the tea) you don't feel overtly chilled by the weather.\n\n All -Dacin \n\nHis attention snapping back to the group, Tesori falls silent and looks between Worm and Darien. \"I will take what you are saying as truth for the time being. However, I was not simply sending you on your way because I don't trust you, though that was why I wasn't offering to help you. I was sending you on your way because I do not have the space or the stores to support a group your size. I can feed my family until the the thaw, any more and we would go hungry.\" He calls to his daughter, dropping to Velaxian again to instruct her to prepare the wagon. She sets her cup aside and stalks out the door, clearly displeased with the situation. His attention returns to Darien and this time he speaks in Auldarian.\n\n \"I presume the facts would make you the younger boy. I will offer you what aid I can. We can secure your brother in the wagon and I will lead you to town. They stock for many mouths during the winter to account for merchants who don't make it through the Spine before the freeze. You can find a room and board to wait out the weather there.\" Turning to face Worm, he wrings his hands together. \"As for you, I am afraid I do not have answers for your questions. Not yet, at any rate. The things you claim to have done conflict with all I know about the gate.\" This fact seems to weigh heavy on his shoulders. \"Gather your things. While we travel I will explain what I've come to know about the gate. I will devote my time to discerning what I can and I will send for you and your friends when I know enough to provide you with accurate information involving these...changes.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin swore bitterly under his breath. How could he have been so stupid? Of course you loot the bodies as soon as you can! He swore again and spat onto the ground, cursing his own lack of foresight.\n\n Well, nothing for it. Might as well try and find that damned wand... \n\nSo thinking, he did his best, carefully moving back and forth over the ground. He paid attention for anything valuable the scavengers might have left behind, as well as an ear out for the others...as much as Elia seemed a friendly face, he didn't fancy staying here permanently." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looked at Darien, slightly confused. She knew something important was taking place, but the lack of ability to understand the conversation frustrated her. Attempting to look slightly in control of herself she said in Yunisian to Darien, \" I'm going to go outside and finish cleaning this blade. Please tell me what's going on when you are not engaged. \"\n\nShe bowed slightly and went outside letting the cold waken her nerves as she knelt down and cleaned the blade slowly and also scrubbed her face a bit with the snow." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The relief on Worm's face is obvious when the wizard offers the use of his wagon to take them to town. Darien's admonishment rang in her ears, but for the moment it didn't seem to concern her as she chewed on her lip and listened to what Tesori had to say.\n\n \"Thank you, sir, it's very kind of you. I'd be real interested to know what you know, an' maybe some of what we saw can help get the pieces together, you know?\" For the benefit of her companions, she spoke to him in Auldarian, and with that she snaked the other Darien back into her robe to better protect him from the cold, alongside the book Magister Renault had given her.\n\n \"'Sokay if I hold onto this blanket for the ride?\" she asks sheepishly, holding it tight around her. The halfling and Shalana were up, and Raite was paying attention - she offered the Vigilant a smile, grateful that he had stood up for her, sort of; she wasn't used to that. Frowning at the front door, Worm realized that just left Dacin. Well, she was done talking to him. Apparently dwarven sieges brought out the worst in some people." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien takes his brother's signet ring back, and produces his own. The formality leaves his tone, though he still\n \"A forger wouldn't have risked two. I'm Darien, yes.\" \n So he does speak Auldarian. I'm not exactly surprised. \n\nHe nods to Shalana as she passes him, returning words in Yunisian.\n \"Of course. Don't worry, everything's worked out.\" \n\nThen he turns back to Tesori, pocketing his ring\n \"Believe me, we'd all dearly love to know how an army got into Auldaria without anyone noticing, but we wouldn't be here if it hadn't. Worm opened the gate, with a written spell she got from Magister Renault; we all passed through. You can ask her for the details, but I'm afraid that's about all we can tell you: we went through, and there seem to have been some slight... changes. My voice, Shalana's hair, the like. I do wonder at the purpose of a person-sized portal that isn't meant for people to pass through.\" \n\nDarien turns to the others, flexing recently-broadened shoulders and tilting his head to the side with an audible crick , and switches to Auldarian.\n \"Sleep will have to wait, I'm afraid. Gather your things; we're heading for town--Tesori has a wagon he'll take us in. It shouldn't be long until warm rooms, warm beds, and rest.\" \nHe heads outside, toying with the small emerald-set button on one cuff of his tunic, and sweeps his gaze across the area.\n \"Dacin! There's a wagon, we're heading to town. Get ready to travel; help anyone who needs it with their things.\" \n\nThen he steps nearer to Shalana. \"I'm sorry about that, my lady,\" he says in her tongue, more quietly. \"Things got tense for a moment, but everything has been resolved. I had to reveal who we are, but Tesori is helping us get to town safely, and telling us what he knows about the gate to boot; I think he'll keep our secret, if only because he has no reason not to. I'll pay him when we get to town, that should help.\" \n\nThe younger prince turns to head back inside, arching his back and spreading his arms out in a stretch--and promptly winces, clasping his left hand over the bandage on his side, under his right arm." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Dacin \n\nKicking around the area and fishing through snow, you are able to uncover the bone just as the wagon is readied for travel. Good fortune, it seems, has not completely abandoned you.\n\n All \n \"That's because portal is a poor choice of wording. Gate would be more accurate.\" Tesori says as he turns back to Worm. \"Certainly, girl. Don't want to catch a chill.\" The wizard then busies himself with gathering a few items for travel as his daughter readies the wagon. It doesn't take long to move Theron outside and secure him in the back. Despite the movement, the prince does not stir from his slumber. Each of you can find a place on the wagon but the arrangement allows for little movement. Tesori and his daughter take the buckboard, he to drive and her to watch for trouble. As the wagon begins to rattle its way across the snow, carving trenches to mark your path, Tesori begins to relate a small tale.\n\n \"It would be seven years ago that I first learned of the gate. I was in traveling through Velaxia with my family when I came upon a man who had wandered down out of the Spine. Quite mad and barely alive, he related to me this location and his failure as it's...guardian, I believe.\" The trees arch high over the trail, sunlight cutting through the bare branches. \"It took me near a year to actually locate the cave. The house was abandoned but easily repaired. I've spent these last six years studying the gate, researching and communicating with others in the field. The process is slow but the potential knowledge makes it worthwhile.\" As the trail takes a downward incline the wizard slows the mules with a tug on the reins.\n\n \"On to what I know. The ring is ancient beyond compare. I can find no written record of its creation or comparative style of design. My best estimate indicates it to be older than the earliest recorded human civilization. From the time before record keeping was possible, you see. I've referenced the Fas Alenia Electora's records several times and while there are remains from that period there is once again nothing regarding the ring.\" The trail evens out and begins to bend to the east. \"Its properties are difficult to ascertain, either due to warding or simply because it is magical in a way we do not fully understand. I've determined that it is highly volatile even in its inert state, which indicates some form of stored potential energy. The energy is powerful enough to harm living creatures. In my study I often experienced headaches and illness. Small creatures like birds and mice can only survive proximity to the ring for a day before they expire.\" Smoke rises up from somewhere ahead, several lines of white and grey to mark your destination.\n\n \"The traces of magic on it were of a restrictive nature, binding and sealing. The idea that you passed through it...from another portal of apparently similar make...is astounding. If there are multiple versions in the world, it could be that they had a far greater purpose than I had surmised. Oh...right...I told you portal was not a correct description. I say gate because it functions...function ed ...to lock something away. The writing along the exterior made mention of some pact to bind a source of great danger. The variation in the words from our modern Infernal tongue is a problem, though. Words like pact and danger seem to bear a different meaning in the context.\" The first few buildings appear as you continue forward, men chopping firewood or women carrying baskets around. The town proper is nearby, a straight shot to a stone fountain that likely marks the center of town.\n\n \"Here we are. Cliffside. It isn't much most of the year but the population picks up quite a bit. You should be able to move about without drawing much attention. Merchants flash a fair amount of money here so nobody is likely to blink an eye. There are three inns open here in winter. I recommend the Bowl and Pitcher. Shelly Picwith runs it since her folks succumbed to illness a few years back. She's always been fair and the food is better'n most.\" He reins up the mules and drops down off the buckboard. \"If I learn anything about the gate I will send for you. The thaw should come in a few weeks and you'll be able to move on then.\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua is glad to hear a familiar language as the younger son of Chieftain-Auldaria informs the group that they are to ride to a town nearby. Ahua stops being preoccupied with his nose and readies himself to once again face the cold.\n\nThe crowded ride over to the town doesn't bother the halfling much. In fact, he frequently finds himself squirming closer to whomever is sitting close at the time in an effort to keep warm." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm crams into the wagon alongside the others, getting as close to Tesori as the layout allows. Nestled in the voluminous folds of the blanket, she listens to the wizard's tale with a fixed and fascinated gaze. On several occasions she looks ready to interrupt, only to think the better of it and instead waits, fidgeting all the while, for Tesori to conclude his speech as they approach the town.\n\n \"Well, you see, the portal - that is to say, the gate - that we found was 'neath the castle, in the escape tunnels. No one'd used those in a bit, and the gate itself was walled up, so who knows how long it'd been there and no one was the wiser? An' there was this inscription on it, see, and I couldn't read it all at first, I only knew it said something about a lock - oh, this were all in Infernal, too - and Magister Renault had given me a few spellslips, and lucky enough he'd put one in there for opening doors, and even though it was an unconventional door it was worth a shot, since we were trapped, so I cast the spell, and the portal lit up and you could feel all this, I dunno, energy filling up just about everywhere.\" She pauses to gulp in a breath before diving back into her own story.\n\n \"And it was all bright, an' then I could read the inscription that wasn't worn off: By the closing of this barrier - then somethin' I couldn't read - shall remain securely locked away, something energy that endangers our world, something by decree of the Six Who Remain, this is so.\" Worm intones the words from the carving with the gravitas she thought they merited, although it sounds rather ridiculous coming from the cracked-voice slip of a girl.\n\n \"And then Dacin went through, and it looked to us like he was being taken apart piece by piece, from the outside in, and it was really horrible, but we went through anyway cause there was no other way out and the magic didn't feel destructive, and we came out in that cave, only we were a little different than we were, kinda like it didn't know how to put us back together.\" She runs a hand self-conciously through her streaky hair, scrunching her freckled nose at the thought.\n\n \"That's all I know about the gate, Tesori sir. I hope it helps.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nEven though the wagon was quite rickety, and the quarters were tight, Shalana fell asleep for most of the journey. When they arrived she had the look of a devil when she was awoken, she obviously needed some rest." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"I'd dearly love to know more about these... gates. If they were supposed to lock something away, why were they more like doors than like walls? And let me tell you, the thought of having released something nasty... something that could kill animals from behind that gate.. is not a cheerful one. If you can learn anything else before we make our way onward, I'd be eager to hear about it.\" \n\nDarien had found a corner of the wagon by Tesori, although his eyes had been fixed on his brother for most of the journey. When the wagon arrives in town, he hops over the side.\n \"Raite, take Thomas , you're the strongest. Dacin, help him.\" \nHe takes a moment to extract the emeralds from his shirt-sleeve buttons, passing the pair of gems to Tesori.\n \"For your help and your silence, and more to come eventually. Who built those gates, anyway, if they're so old? Is there anything like them left? If it was some old civilization, I'd expect more ruins in that style...\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"Unfortunetly, binding magic is flawed by its very nature. In order to lock something away you have to put it in, and to do that you need a hole. When you seal that hole it is never completely secured. The type of magic needed to open that gate, presuming it was bound in any way like mine...well, it is difficult for me to imagine one so young being able to harness it. A simple opening spell, you say?\" Tesori seems both intrigued and distraught by the implications of the story. He pocketed the gems without a word and gave a nod to Darien. \"Nothing like them that anyone's been able to point me to, and if the gnomes haven't found it I doubt it exists. Those reasons also lead me to believe that it was not an ancient race, but rather an ancient sect or group among the common races who built the gates. The Six Who Remain, it seems. My gate has that reference as well, a signature of sorts but not as descriptive as I'd like.\" Theron's voice piped up from the back of the wagon then, groggy but assertive.\n\n \"My legs work just fine. I've trained them to walk and everything.\" He pushes himself out of the wagon and grimaces, stretching his limbs and doing a poor job of hiding the discomfort. He then gives an approving nod as he checks over the bandages. \"Nice. Who do I thank?\" His eyes drifted up to Tesori and he gave the best bow he could manage given his state. The wizard only nodded and offered a smile before looking back to Darien.\n\n \"I will send word for you when I learn more. Understand that further study may demand that I visit the gate. With the cave being suddenly occupied...another curious effect of the gate's opening I presume...I may need help in clearing the way. I could try to hire some mercenaries in town but since you have a vested interest in the thing I can perhaps find that help from you. Once you've all rested and recovered, of course.\" He looks over the others as they debark the wagon. \"Bowl and Pitcher is down that road. Can't miss the sign. Cliffside is a merchant town so you should find any currency acceptable here.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin only half paid attention to the wizard's tale. He could grasp the basic concepts, but in truth they weren't particularly interesting to him. What good was the gate now? Jumping back to the bowels of Auldaria Castle just meant a quick trip to the dungeons or a visit to the hangman...or hangdwarf?\n\nHe was much more interested in figuring out where their next meal was coming from. Let the others worry about magic and portals. He'd focus on staying alive, and making sure he had enough money to do just that.\n\nWith the trip over, Dacin moved over to Tesori and produced his carved bone. \"Pardon me, sir, but I found this in the caves on our way out.' He indicated the word carved into it, \"I'm told it means 'Sanctuary' and that it can be used to help people fight better. I also noticed that you had a magic stick that can do something magical of its own, I presume. I was wondering if you could show me how I might use this thing to better help defend myself and my friends.\" \n\nDacin smiled at the man hopefully." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua's tenuous grasp on the Auldarian language prevents him from fully understanding the discussion of the gates. He is pleased, however, to see the eldest son of Chieftain-Auldaria regain consciousness. What was his name again? At first I thought he was either Daryan or The'ron. Yet now they call him something else. Perhaps Large-Worlders have several names each. Not wanting to be guilty of a social faux pax (regardless of the fact that he had never even heard of that particular expression), Ahua does his best to 'casually stroll' over to K'a Deht and whispers to him. \"K'a Deht...what do your people call the eldest son of Chieftain-Auldaria? And the names of the two females who journey with us?\" Thinking back to the word the youngest heir frequently yelled at the one, he tentatively asks. \"The one without blade is...Wurm, yes?\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nLooking at herself, and then looking at Tesori she asked softly, \" Is there a place I could go to buy new clothes? \" She looked sheepish when she asked it, appearing to be a little embarrassed at the question and her current state. Looking at Worm she said, \" Would you mind joining me? \"" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite jumps down from the wagon with the others and moves to one side to stretch his cramped muscles. The wagon ride may have been a blessing, but the young man's large frame was never meant to be shoe-horned into such tight quarters. The sight of Theron, concious and moving about under his own power, eases much of the worry from the Vigilant's mind.\n\nThe approach of Ahua brings a perplexed look to Raite's face until comprehension of the name \"K'a Deht\" changes his expression to a smile.\n\nPitching his voice as to only be audible to Ahua, Raite replies in Auldarian, \"The girl without the blade is Worm. The more aggressive one's name is Shalana and she is betrothed to Darien, the younger son of our king. The eldest son is Theron. For the time being, the two brothers will be going by the names Thomas, the older, and Daniel. It is best that we don't let their identities slip unless we are sure that someone is an ally. As for myself, my name is Raite. Cadet is... was my rank.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm seems a bit offended as she scrambles over the side of the wagon, though whether it's because Tesori might doubt her story or her abilities is unclear. Still, that is forgotten once Prince Theron rouses from the back of the wagon, which causes her posture to perk a bit and a smile turns about her lips. Then Shalana speaks, and Worm looks behind her, to make certain that the princess is speaking to her.\n\n \"Yeah, I mean, sure I would, but um, I don't got any money. And you're kinda bad off, yeah? You did get shot.\" A pause, and then she adds, \"Twice. Maybe we should get some rest and a meal first?\" \n\nHer attention is half-taken by Tesori's comments to Darien, the thought of returning to those caves and 'clearing the way' completely repugnant to her, and wondering why he would want them to help instead of trained soldiers. It hardly made sense. Still, that discussion could wait for another time. She begins to shuffle toward the Bowl & Pitcher, eager for something to fill her stomach." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nResponding to Worm she said, \" Its not so much that I wouldn't prefer going to sleep at this very moment, what I'm concerned with is will these clothes be able to hold out long enough to keep my modesty intact. \" She said it with a touch of embarrassment, but was reconciled to the fact that she couldn't make herself look any worse than she probably already did.\n\n\" You don't have to come, and I won't hold it against you if you don't, but I can afford an outfit for you as well, maybe something a bit more functional for traveling. And I'd appreciate the company. \"" }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua doesn't seem to miss a beat from the correction. In fact, he seems to liven up in response. \"Ah, Ahua now knows! K'a Deht is child name! Now you are called Raite! Ahua saw the blood-pact Raite made with Large-World warrior back in caves. Raite is now a man, and goes by his man-name! Ahua blesses you, Raite!\" Ahua again leans in close. \"Ahua also blesses Raite for gifting Ahua with the names of others. Hunters and diplomats both need to have names for companions, yes?\" \n\nWhen the halflings sharp ears detect the word \"clothes\", he snaps to attention. He scurries over quickly to Shalana and Worm and energetically invites himself to accompany them. \"Ahua has great need for clothes! The cloak of Ahua is now...the skin of Ahua, he says with a brief shudder, \"so Ahua need more garments for hiding from frost! Ahua has money, and no time to hunt and tan skins for wearing!\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana laughs at Ahua's response. Its a light laugh one that obviously enjoys the excitement of the halfling. \" You are more than welcome to come along Ahua. \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm blinks a couple times at Shalana, comparing the girl's torn dress to her own robes: the already worn-out hand-me-downs now torn nearly to the knees and the sleeves half-gone; and she wonders briefly what the princess is so concerned about. Royalty, as she had seen repeatedly firsthand, were very demanding.\n\nStill, Dacin and Raite could keep an eye on the princes, and she couldn't let a couple foreign dignitaries wander around on their respective lonesomes, even if they did speak the language of the lan, which she doubted they did.\n\n \"Sure, your highness, whatever you'd like,\" she replies, offering a very faint smile to the princess and the halfling." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana's face turned to an extremely perplexed expression, \" I don't mean to step on your toes, but please don't call me your highness, I may be the daughter of royalty, but title's are not granted by birth in Yunis, they are granted by accomplishments and coming of age. Also, this isn't about what I would like, I asked you what you would like, please weigh the question carefully, I do not want you to do as I please unless you truly desire to. \"\n\nShalana tumbled things over in her mind. She knew part of her kind treatment in Auldaria was because of the carefully crafted lies her country had created to blend into the general attitudes of the other nations. At home, she had certainly been well off, but no one had called her anything but her birth name, or her given name for her whole life, she remembered that the first week spent in the castle she had been constantly telling the servants to use her name, eventually she had given up, but this was different, no one who had seen you shed blood should ever have to call you by a title." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua stands before the two girls hugging himself for warmth, bouncing his weight back and forth between both feet. \"Then deal is made, yes? Shalana and Worm lead Ahua to clothing-trader, please! Ahua will owe debt to both women for help!\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Well, highness isn't really your title, um, miss, it's a form of address. Title would be somethin' like 'emperor', an' that's why pages say, 'His Royal Highness, Emperor Whassisface'. See, the title follows the honorific and - nevermind, it isn't important.\" She paused to blow into her hands, creating a cloud of breath as she did.\n\n \"You dun know the language, an' Ahua and myself are pretty cold, so let's just head to the shop, alright?\" She motions for them to follow and begins walking in the direction Tesori indicates." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince fills Theron in on what he missed due to unconsciousness, and as he speaks, he begins stripping his outfit of signs of royalty. Each shirt-button loses its little emeralds; the gold thread is hidden under his doublet, he pulls three rings off of his fingers, and twists his arm out of a finely worked gold bracelet that had been hiding under his shirt. The things go into the purse of coin he took from his father--a wince at the thought--back in the throne room, what seems like far longer ago than it has been.\n\n \"Actually? Don't. We'll be here awhile; plenty of time to go shopping, and everyone could use some rest... even those who may not be feeling it at the moment.\" \nDarien takes the blanket from Tesori's wagon, and turns to Shalana and Worm, unbunching it.\n \"I trust your payment covers this; you'll have it back the next time you see us, and thank you for its use. --My lady: you took a bolt to the hip. Walk too much more right now, and you may wind up feeling it for the rest of your life. Hot food and bed, not necessarily in that order, are in order.\" \nHe considers the rest of the group. \"You and my brother are the most conspicuous at the moment--you can enter together under the blanket; I'll have warm clothing for everyone when you awaken, and you can do all the shopping you like then. So, then!\" \nDarien brings his hands together with a clap.\n \"To the Bowl and Pitcher. Food and beds are waiting.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana sighs and responds to Darien, \" You're right, I should just go get some rest. \" She shook her head a bit as if trying to clear her thoughts, and looked sheepishly at Ahua and Worm, before complying with Darien's request." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Tesori examines the bone briefly before speaking. \"Seems to have every indication of being a wand though, I must admit, the construction is a bit dated. If you let me take this back with me I can spend some time trying to discern its purpose.\" He waits for a reponse and then gives a nod to Darien about the blanket. With a brief farewell he gives the mule a nudge and the wagon starts off down the road.\n\nThe Bowl and Pitcher is average in every manner. The rooms, which Theron foots the bill for, are suitable for sleeping and little else. With only three rooms available, you all divide them up appropriately and get some much needed rest. The food they provide is probably not exceptional, but to your famished stomachs it tastes like a King's banquet. Mutton stew with leeks, dark beer and water. Some kind of flat bread.\n\nA week passes without incident. You have your rooms paid up and two meals a day from the Pitcher. Theron spends the bulk of the time in his room for the purposes of recuperation. The town is not large but it boasts a half dozen shops of various purposes. Clothiers, metalsmiths, even a jeweler. Nobody seems to take much note of you as the crowd here is somewhat ecclectic. Several merchants who were trapped here by the snows have set up stalls near the central fountain to sell their remaining wares.\n\nTesori and his daughter visit every other day to check up on you and update you on any progress. They both seem lighter in spirit as the days pass and their willingness to open up to you increases. Tesori will spend hours lecturing on the ways of magic if he's asked, even instructing in the rudimentary use of it should someone show potential. His daughter, known to you now as Arisa, is competant with bow and blade and isn't one to turn down some practice.\n\n ( You may now select a class level, children. Refer to the post in the OOC thread, which I am afraid I cannot put up now but will have in place later this afternoon, for rules and to ask questions. Also, post here about what you intend to do with your weeks. Bedrest heals up 4 hit points a day because Theron hired on the local doctor to treat anyone who needs it. ) " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The young apprentice has no complaints about the food or the lodging, taking in the former with a gusto that belies her borderline malnourished appearance, and though she shared her room at the orphanage with six or seven more than was comfortable, sharing one with the injured princess clearly made her a bit nervous as she does her best to avoid eye contact and makes a habit of moving about on her tiptoes. Unfortunately, this only seems to throw off her already questionable sense of balance, and Shalana no doubt becomes accustomed to the sight of Worm narrowly missing the corner of the dresser on her way to the floor, or crashing down as she attempts to find purchase on the edge of the bed while refusing to remove her nose from the book Magister Renault had given her.\n\nCracking open the book had been the first order of business in the morning, before finding a new-but-used robe to replace her old-and-used one, and she flipped eagerly through the pages as winter sunlight poked through the window. Darien, apparently glad to be able to return to his sedentary lifestyle, takes to spending his time curled up in the crook of her arm as she reads, poking his whiskered nose into her cheek when she dozes off.\n\nThe book was, Worm realized, in Magister Renault's own hand; a journal of sorts from his early days as a wizard. Magic theorem, scroll formatting, component lists and manual articulation were all covered in technical, perfectly-spaced detail. And then, toward the back, the girl's eyes fell upon a diagram and the description of a ritual for animal attunement, and she gave the shabby rat curled on her pillow a gap-toothed grin.\n\nAnd so, after Tesori's first day back, during which Worm spent a good deal of time chewing the poor Velaxian's ear off with a barrage of questions and observing the man as he walked her through a couple of the more complicated gestures, Shalana arrived to find a intricate chalk outline on the floor, along with a burnt-down candle and the rather bizarre tableau of Worm and Darien the rat engaged in what looked to be some kind of staring contest. They both broke and looked at the princess guiltily before returning to their side of the room, nothing apparently changed save for the fact that Worm now occasionally gave the rat an incredulous look and asked, \"What, again ?\" before digging a piece of leftover food from her pocket and offering it to the creature.\n\nWhen she wasn't buried in her book or hanging onto Tesori's every word, Worm did her best to be useful, 'leisure time' being a concept wholly unfamiliar to her. The townsfolk quickly learned not to trust her to wash plates, but away from breakables she was an admirable worker, throwing herself completely into the task and willing, even eager, to perform any menial job available. She accepted the coins thrust into her hands with a smile and an exuberant word of thanks, but a careful observer might come to realize that she would do it even without the incentive.\n\nAs the week draws to a close, she makes her way in the still of evening to a small altar on the edge of town - if it can even be called that, a pile of stones with a facade and runes carved into it by someone lacking an artisan's touch - and takes three silver from her pocket, placing them in a row. One for Octavius, one for the creature, and one for Cross; a symbol of her hard work for Odin.\n\nPrayer in Nasjtor being what it is, she offers a mumbled, \"Please care for their spirits, Lord Odin. If they're with you. I'd kind of like to think they are.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nFor Dacin, it was a fine thing indeed to return to civilization...or as close to civilization as a crappy little one horse village in Nasjtor could possibly get, anyway. Still, for all his Elvish blood, Dacin was a city boy at heart, and he was glad to have the caves and mountains behind him. At least for now.\n\nWithin hours, old habits came back to the fore, and Dacin found work as a messenger, courier, gofer, and general errand boy. It wasn't the kind of money he'd have liked, but it was local currency, and that made it worth the effort.\n\nWhen Tesori and Arisa were available, he mostly spent time with the latter, practicing with the girl's short sword and learning to use a shoddy crossbow he'd borrowed from one of his clients. It seemed a novelty to him to be around another half-elf, and he spent some time getting to know her, and the lilting sounds of conversations in Elvish could occasionally be heard drifting over the snow.\n\nOn the fourth day, after Tesori returns with the bone wand, Dacin spends a few hours asking the wizard about magic items, learning a few common gestures and command words that might prove helpful down the road. The crash course was hardly exhaustive, but the half-elf felt it was a good first step down a much longer road.\n\nFinally, as the week wrapped up and with a pouch full of silver from his various jobs in hand, Dacin stood up at breakfast and said, \"My friends, I've been working for almost all of the various merchants and it may be possible that I can get us a discount on some of our purchases, and I'm certain we all need supplies. Is anyone interested in a little shopping trip?\"" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nThe young Vigilant quickly readjusts to the nasjtoran way of life. While Cliffside is much smaller than his birthplace of Varsel, the people bring to mind those hardworking folk of his childhood.\n\nThe day of their arrival, Raite fills his stomach and lets the doctor hired by Theron tend to the wound in his side. Though the wound inflicted by Cross would also benefit from the healer's attention, the young man is reluctant to let anyone touch it, preferring to let the cut heal in its own time.\n\nNot wanting to while away the hours in idleness, Raite divides his days between weapon practice with any of the group who are interested in instruction or simply looking for a sparring partner, and working as a temporary apprentice alongside the town's metalsmith. His muscular frame is a welcome addition to the forge of his employer from whom he picks up a few tricks that will be useful in caring for his wargear.\n\nOn the days that Tesori and Arisa visit, Raite can be found practicing the bow with the young woman and often finds an excuse to quietly sit nearby as Tesori and Worm discuss the arcane arts. Later, if Worm is amenable, he queries his fellow Nasjtoran about parts of the lessons that were of particular interest to him.\n\nHis nights are usually spent in a corner of the Bowl and Pitcher's common room, quietly reading books borrowed from Tesori. When in a more social mood, he engages Ahua with questions about his homeland and his people's customs, the smaller man's outlandish way of speaking and behavior having sparked Raite's curiosity." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nThe first few days of their downtime, Ahua tries to keep himself as busy as he can. He travels with the others to buy some new clothing, spends some time with Raite to learn better to wield the large blade that appears to act merely as a dagger for the others, and speaking almost incessantly with anyone who seems interested. However, time doesn't pass quickly enough and Ahua begins to feel restless. This environment, the people; they were so very different from anything he was accustomed to. He began to feel exceedingly out of place. The dream he had at the cabin days ago seemed to indicate that he was on the proper path, at least. The idea then came to him to try to invoke another dream - a vision, under the influence of the sacred paiasi powder.\n\nOn the fourth night Ahua trudges a few minutes away from the encampment (or town, as it should be called). He starts a large fire and puts plenty of large timber in to keep it burning - it certainly wouldn't do to die of cold in the midst of his vision quest! Reaching down into his pouch, he scoops out a small bit of the paiasi and tosses it into the flames. The powder sets the fire to crackling even louder, and the familiar sweet and tangy smell begins wafting up through the smoke. Ahua closes his eyes and sits down near the fire and starts breathing in slowly. Breathing. Breathing. \n \n Spoiler \n\nThe world around him groans. The sound is bitter, irritated: He has heard the sounds of the world before, but they had always been so energetic and full of life before. His voices cries out. \"What pains you?\" He hears a slight fluttering, and something lands beside him - a bird, from the sounds of it. A familiar voice is heard from nearby - the same voice from the first dream. It seems as though its coming from the creature that landed near him. \"That is the sound of the spirits of this land, Ahua-Chamahez. Our home is teeming with life, and also death. All creatures of the jungle recognize the cycle. In this place, all creatures struggle for life. They fight tooth and nail to stave off death. Thus their spirits become bitter and learn to hate death.\" Ahua feels no sense of alarm or wonderment from the nearby voice. He responds to it as he would a close acquaintaince. \"Can nothing be done to calm them? Can they find peace?\" The voice replies. \"You can show them the way, Ahua-Chamahez. Once you have learned to hear their voices, they will soon learn to hear yours. Ahua pauses, confused. \"How can I learn to hear the spirits? I am...no shaman.\" There is a brief pause. \"I will teach you.\" Ahua opens his eyes to see the source of the voice - a vividly colored toucan. It bears a striking resemblance to his former cloak, actually. There is an otherworldly sense about the creature, however. It flutters up and lands on Ahua's shoulder. \"I will show you the path. Awaken.\" \n \n\n\nAhua awakens some time later. The dimness of the campfire leads him to believe it has been hours. He stands up, dreamily, and looks around the area. He can still hear them whispering - the spirits. He turns dialated eyes to his shoulder to see if the toucan still lingers. He cannot see it there, but he can feel its presence comfortingly close. Kicking up snow and dirt over the fire, the halfling walks back to the town.\n\nSince that night, Ahua seems to be a bit stranger than even before. His eyes have become piercing - as though he is always trying to see through whatever he is looking at. On occasion he can be seen muttering to himself. However, his personality and other mannerisms don't seem to have changed. Now being in his presence can feel a little...peculiar, sometimes.\n\nThat final morning, Ahua replies to Da'cin. \"Ahua has gathered all that he needs before. Thanks are given for the offer.\" He then looks down as his meal and seems to be contemplating it for several seconds, then resumes eating hungrily." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien spends the evening of their arrival getting Theron in bed and under a doctor's watchful eye, and then he leaves his room, making sure everyone has cold-weather clothing and exchanging Auldarian currency for the local stuff and minor gems.\nBy the time he gets back to his room, he's visibly trying to keep himself from staggering; he throws himself into bed and proceeds to sleep for the next day, wake up long enough to eat, hit the privy, and see the doctor, and then sleep or rest for another half day. With that done, the younger prince dons plain clothes, tucking his away somewhere, calls Dacin to him and sends him off for an errand, then heads for the common room to eat enough to sate two men.\nWiping his mouth, he wraps one of the new, thick cloaks around himself and dons a fur-lined hat, and exists the inn.\n\n \"Less flowery than a priest, but sincerely said,\" his voice comes from behind Worm at the altar. He takes in the three coins for a moment, shrugs, and shifts to face her.\n \"Worm,\" he tells her simply, voice crisp. \"I want you to listen to me for a moment: whatever you might think of me, my brother and I are doing our best to keep all of us alive. When Theron's down, that makes it my responsibility, and sometimes, that's going to include choices you don't agree with. Go against that as you did, and you're making the choice not just for yourself but for everyone. In a dangerous situation, that's trouble. You're welcome to argue with me all you like, as long as we're not under fire, but it's not your place or responsibility to make decisions for everyone. Talk to me or Theron instead of doing something rash.\" \nHe brings his hands together, gloves impacting with a leather-on-leather thump.\n \"So! With that out of the way, I'd like you to talk for a while. I hate the thought of fiddling with gates and magics I don't know anything about : your book, the writing on the gate--teach me the language. An hour or two a day; I think you'll find I learn quickly enough.\" \n\n*\n\nDarien meets with Tesori along with Raite and Worm that day, listening quietly as the man talks about magic, then practicing archery with his daughter: he's bought his own bow, and is about on par with Raite, practicing quietly and taking Arisa's corrections readily. After, he talks to the half-elf girl, persuading her into starting to teach him the basics of elven. It doesn't take him long to begin putting together phrases, mimicking her intonations with uncanny accuracy. That night, he goes to bed early, and wakes at dawn.\n\n\n\nThose who lived near the castle know Darien's reputation as an idler; those from the castle itself, like Worm and Dacin, have often seen him missing breakfast and then taking his own, somewhat sleepy-eyed, at noon, then spending his day either about town, unproductively, or out of sight.\nHis behavior is remarkably different from what others are accustomed to seeing from him, a whirlwind of efficiency: for the next two weeks, he sleeps precisely eight hours, rises briskly and eats quickly, and divides his day into chunks of several hours each--when he isn't sparring with any takers, whether Raite, Shalana, or Arisa, he's practicing archery, listening to Tesori's lectures and asking pointed questions, or working on Elven (or Infernal, if Worm has no qualms about teaching him).\n\nHe mentors Dacin in the use of the shortsword and the dagger, showing him a Velaxian style of fencing full of odd shuffling steps and wide, careless-looking parries that turn into disengages with ripostes at the wrist or leg. He takes the opportunity--just as he does when learning the finer points of archery from Arisa--to practice his Elven, speaking to them in nothing but. The rest of the time, he's either reading something in Elven, using the leatherworker's tools he's purchased to turn sheets of thick leather and basket of metal studs into two simple but functional suits of studded leather, completing each in just over a week. He spends a little time mingling with the townsfolk in various inns, and once he turns in for the night, he's unconscious as soon as his head hits the pillow and nigh-impossible to rouse before daybreak.\n\n\n\nThe day before last, he presents Shalana and Dacin with the completed armors (just shrugging and winking if asked where he learned leatherworking) and goes out carousing, relaxing instead of working with mind and body for most of the day.\n\nThe final morning, he gets up later than usual, having breakfast with the rest of the group.\n \"We'll definitely want some things, now that the snows are near gone,\" he concurs with Dacin. \"Horse and wagon for when we head out, I'd say. Speaking of which--ideas?\" His gaze sweeps across his companions, resting on Theron for a moment.\n \"We'll need some things if we're headed back to the... portal... with Tesori too.\" \nHe converses in Auldarian, thinking likely that few enough in the town will speak it." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nThe first day Shalana hardly stirred from her bed. Nightmares of dark tunnels twisting around and around with unknown threats following her every step haunted her. When she did finally awake, the stiffness in her muscles was extraordinary, but her wounds appeared to have healed over for the most part. Seeing Worm made all of the events that had occurred seem all the more real to her.\n\nThe emotion that she could not shake though was shame. Stress had driven her to ends she normally would not have gone, while she was trained to kill from her youth, the actual job of it was was not to her liking, especially to people who had done her no wrong. She had been too foolhardy, she rushed about too much, jumping to conclusions and putting her friends in harm's way. The first things out of her mouth to Worm were extremely straightforward and tears welled up in her eyes when she said it but she kept them back for the most part, \" I'm sorry, I thrust that weapon into your hands in the tunnel and expected you to just play along, you were right, there were other ways we could have approached the situation. \"\n\nShe didn't say much after that and simply got up from her bed, dressed herself quietly, and went and purchased some new clothing, a good set for traveling. Upon returning to the room, she seemed a totally different person. Her demeanor had taken on a new life, as if she had resolved herself to a path. She looked at Worm and said, \" Thank you, thank you for speaking the truth, its a hard thing to do, and I greatly admire you for it. Darien is not an easy person to stand up to. \"\n\n\n\nWhen Theron had finished recovering, Shalana pulled him aside and spoke in soft tones to him, \" I need you to know that I deeply appreciate the risks you took on my behalf, I know you may think of it as a small thing, but I will pay you back for the wounds you received on my account. Thank you. \"\n\n\n\nAfter she had made her apologies to each person in turn, she took on a new life. When Tesori was alone one afternoon, she approached him slowly and spoke quickly as if she was embarrassed, \" I saw what you did out there in the snow, I've never seen anything like it, the wonder workers of my land are very different, they don't use books and knowledge they wield some sort of innate power I don't completely understand, they say it comes from their minds. \"\n\n\" You though, you defended your loved ones with words of power and hand movements, and the strength that flowed from you was incredible, I know Worm understands the concepts behind the work that you do, but while you are here, I would love to learn from you, I want to pay my friends back, Theron almost died because I rashly jumped into a fight, I don't want it to happen again, I'm talented with a sword, gifted some used to say, but what you have, that's something that works even when unarmed, its a power to defend and protect, its incredible and I would be a fool to not try and understand it, and hopefully one day learn it. So may I learn from you? \"\n\nAfter spilling herself onto Tesori, the remainder of the two weeks were a blur of activity. She hardly slept, training with the unfamiliar weapons of the region as well as spending hours listening to Tesori explain the ways of magic, and often bothering Worm when they were both in the room together asking her questions and even at times borrowing her books if Worm would let her, and she watched intently as she completed the ritual with her rat. She spent time with Darien learning the languages of the region as well as of the elves, pushing herself to be prepared and ready for whatever could come their way.\n\n\nWhenever she could find Darien up and about she would question him, it was a gentle questioning, asking him about all manner of things, from deep questions to simple things like his favorite foods. She would often simply be next to him during whatever he had set his mind to do, often asking questions and offering her insight into matters, sometimes bringing him food when he was intent upon his work or study, sometimes studying with him.\n\n\n\nWhen she trained with weapons she could often be seen mimicking the hands movements Tesori demonstrated, while she sparred, as if the weapon fighting wasn't entirely enough to fill her mind. Her movements with the blade were relatively refined, she had been born carrying a sword, or at least close to it. She seemed almost happy during sparring, often pushing the other person into corners to get them to really fight her, a delight could be seen in her eyes, her footwork was different than most, almost as if she had planned it out beforehand, but it was wild in certain respects, often lunging when a more cautious person would have taken a step back.\n\nEverything she did, she did it passionately and recklessly, the freedom to spend her day as she chose often made her seem a bit unruly, some days she would follow the others around and participate in whatever they would do, and other days she would do everything almost on her own.\n\n\nWhen she received the items from Theron and Darien, she asked for a longsword from Theron. She donned the armor on that Darien had given her and it was close to a perfect fit. She smiled at him, this was one of the first times in her life where all of her choices had been her own, and she wanted desperately to protect the people who had saved her and made it possible.\n\nAs they were about to head out, she responded to Darien, \" I for one would like to see it. I would also like to pay Tesori back in whatever way we can, he's done a lot for us. \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's only response to Shalana's teary-eyed words were a quirked eyebrow, a glance around the room to make sure she was the target of the speech, and a mumbled, \"Er...you're welcome?\" \n\nDarien's speech was met with a bit more, as she crossed her arms and squared her whole four and some-odd feet of mass against him. \"With all due respect, your majesty, I think I helped rather than hurt in this instance. The duty of a prince, of a leader, is ta know those who work for him, their strengths, their weaknesses, an' know how to utilize them. P'rhaps if you'd asked someone from Nasjtor before goin' off, you might've not come up with something that gave us all away.\"\n\n\"As far as speaking up, that's the magister's job - to advise the royalty what's the best course, and I realized that lying when you're caught ain't the best course. What I was learning to do was more'n magic, but if you want me to stop, you only gotta say so.\" She rubs her hands together, looking a little past Darien.\n\n \"Anyway, you oughta get Tesori ta teach you, I wouldn't be no good at it.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nAfter Darien asks his question, Dacin says \"If I may, a local merchant says he witnessed some bandits being driven off from thier hideout by local guards. He further says that while the bandits are gone, no one had a chance to recover the supplies they'd stolen. He wasn't willing to go after it himself, but he was willing to sell a map to the location. It is a little expensive. He's asking 50 gold, which is well beyond my resources. But if he's right, we can acquire much more than that with comparatively little risk.\" \n\nHe shrugged, \"He's a local, so if the map is bogus, we know where he lives. So I expect the map is genuine. There's a risk that some of the bandits may have returned, or something else may have moved in...maybe more of those goblins or kobolds that seem to infest the mountains around here. Nevertheless, I'd recommend we give it a try. Our resources are limited, and the more we increase them, the better our chances down the road.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" I believe it may at least be worth the attempt, but 50g for a map seems a bit much, could we maybe bargain with him and get him to agree to a small cut of whatever we find, rather than the upfront expense, it doesn't sound like he has anything to lose from that. \"" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite sets his fork down as Dacin speaks, his food no longer the focus of his attention.\n\n From the point of view of a Vigilant, this was a bad idea. They'd barely survived the flight from the castle and now they were going to seek out more danger? It wasn't even necessary danger. They should be focusing on the portal and a means to aid Auldaria, not running through the hills chasing bandit treasure.\n\n\"But...\", a small voice said. Didn't all the heroes of legend start out small? They weren't born with flaming sword in hand, smiting evil straight from the womb. Were they? Maybe he had been reading too many of Master Tesori's books when he should have been focusing on his duty to the princes. The thought of becoming a mighty champion of justice was a heady one, but he was honor bound to follow the two brothers in whatever decision they made. \n\nRaite retrieves his fork and begins clearing his plate with soldier like efficiency as he awaits the decision of the princes." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "As the days slip by you all find ways to occupy your time. Rest to aid in healing, then work to aid in your finances. The people in the town don't seem to pay you undue mind and several even learn your names (whatever names you might choose to give) and converse freely with you. So it is that you all find yourselves gathered in discussion after thirteen days have come and gone.\n\nTheron, having exchanged his clothing for the thick leather and fur of the local attire, sets his cup aside and gives a look around the table. A new longsword, the fancy (and easily identified) blade no longer practical, and some armor rank among his obvious purchases. He shakes his head in Dacin's direction when discussion of the map begins. \"The funds I was provided have done well to keep us outfitted but I cannot see them gambled away on a proposition like that. I can't speak for the rest of you but, given our situation, I'd recommend against unnecessary purchases. Tesori will be meeting us tomorrow so that we can find out what he can determine about the gate. Even if we can use it to get back we have to consider the risk involved. We have no idea what's happened back home since we left. For now, let's concentrate on learning what we can about how we got here.\" \n\nBut the next morning brings no Tesori. Morning slides easily into noon and still the wizard fails to show. Theron lets another hour pass before readying his gear and gathering you outside the inn. \"I don't like this. Tesori lives less than an hour away and he's never failed to show before. I think we should walk the trail and find out what is amiss. Hopefully it's nothing serious...\" He lets it trail off a moment before snapping back to the speech. \"It may be that we come across something dangerous on the way. These woods look wild enough when you get away from town. If anyone wants to stay and wait for us at the inn, I'll support that decision.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \"I'm in.\" He fingered the hilt of the rapier he'd acquired the day before, \"Tesori and Arisa have both been friends to me, and I would help them if I can. How can we not?\" \n\nHe sighed to himself and thought, We need that wizard alive! he's too damn useful to die! What a pain! \n\nStraightening up he added, \"I think we'll probably want to travel light for this one, but let me show you what I've picked up for our general supplies. Feel free to take whatever you think you'll need.\" \n\nHe laid out on the table the following items:\n\n3 lanterns w/ 2 vials of oil each\n6 torches\n100' of hemp rope\nA grappling hook\nA 10' pole\nA crowbar\nA shovel\nA pick\n4 empty sacks\n\n \"Anything no one wants right now I'll lock up in our rooms. It'd probably also be wise to make sure our rooms are paid for through another week, just in case.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana gave Dacin a quirky look as he lays down the items, she thought the arrangement was a bit strange, but regardless she picked up one of the torches and puts it in her pack. Regardless, she looked prepared, the new clothing and a chance to recover from her wounds had done her well.\n\nLooking to the group she said, \" Tesori deserves nothing less than our help, if there is trouble we should go. \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nThe half-elf caught the princess' look and shrugged, \"What? Prince Theron asked me to acquire supplies for the group and generously donated the funds to do so, we're about to go into danger, this seems to be the time to distribute them.\" \n\nHe shrugged again, \"If there's something odd about it, I don't know what it is.\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua pulls the furry cap down on his head, forcing his curly red locks into subjugation. They are flattened to the point where they barely stick out of the bottom of his headgear. Ahua hops up onto a chair to stand up in the seat and get a good look at the items on the table. He raises an eyebrow incredulously. \"Ahua wants to look for magician Tesori on top of ground. Ahua needs not tools for digging.\" He hops back down from his spot on the chair and starts tightening up the straps on his new protective skins as he pads over to the door. When all of his gear is secured, he pulls a small object out of one of his pouches - a small black stone. It looks like a piece of crudely polished obsidian. The halfling closes his eyes for a moment and holds the gem to his lips and begins to mutter quietly to himself in his native tongue." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShe looks at Dacin before replying, \" You offering your supplies isn't what struck me as odd, though the items on the table aren't things I typically associate with dangerous situations. But then again you never know. \"\n\nShe shrugged and thought to herself, a bit defensive isn't he ?" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n \"I'd rather have the rope and not need it than find ourselves at the bottom of a cliff and then have to say, 'oh, I should have mentioned all that rope I got before we left, huh?' I agree that much of it doesn't seem too useful right this moment, but hey, I'll let everyone decide for themselves.\" \n\nHe smiled, \"I just favor being prepared, is all.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm, standing several feet from Prince Theron as the others head back inside to examine the gear, produces her spellbook and flips through it, running her finger along the lines of text and muttering a few things to herself, stomping idly in the snow. Darien - the rat, of course - peeks out from the oversized pocket of her new winter coat, which the girl had been immediately fond of, as Theron has picked it out.\n\nAfter a couple moments, she places the journal back in her coat and smiles nervously at those remaining outside. \"I'm with your highnesses, no matter what's in them woods, yeah?\" " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Riate \n\nRaite waits as the others commit to finding Tesori before replying, \"I follow you, your highness.\" \n\nRaite then follows the others to look over the equipment Dacin had procured. Selecting the length of rope, Raite loads it into his pack and moves back out side to join the princes and Worm.\n\n \n Spoiler \ntakes the 100' length of rope\n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \"Speak up, by all means,\" the prince tells Worm, with a tight-lipped smile. \"Just try to speak up to me before you do it loud and clear.\" \nA wave of his hand dismisses the subject.\n \"--Tesori is... busy enough. Everyone wants a share of his time, it'd seem. I think you could give it your best shot for an hour or so a day. Just the basics.\" The smile turns broad and sincere. \"I think you'll be surprised.\" \n\nWith that, he heads back to the Bowl and Pitcher.\n\n**\n\nSitting with the others around the common room's largest table, Darien cups a mug of warm cider and bites into some kind of toasted bread with a crunch. After he's swallowed and washed it down, he steeples his fingers together and leans forward, blond eyebrows rising, keeping his voice a little low, his tone mild and conversational.\n \"Could we maybe start getting into the habit of avoid the highness es? You know, just in case. I've never been much for formality, and I'm sure Tommy--beg pardon, Master Thomas--\" he tilts his head and a half-grin in Theron's direction, \"can let things slide for now.\" \nHe blows briefly out of the corner of his mouth to shift one of his feathered bangs and leans back in his chair. His fur-lined cloak is laid over the back; the smoke-grey, metal-studded leather armor he's recently purchased creak as he spreads out his shoulders--he's still breaking it in. The shoulders, too, come to that; he's still wiry, but his build's become a little more solid over two weeks of exercise.\n \"I could say we owe it to Tesori to make sure nothing's wrong or I could say we need t'know about the gate and can't afford to have'im go missing, but whichever way y'cut it, I'd say we're goin'.\" \nHe's traded in his normal noble accent for the clipped words of a city craftsman for some reason, but his face has assumed the determined expression he's often worn while sparring or practicing.\n\nHe finishes his drink, setting the mug down on the table, then rises to don his cloak. Unlike Raite, he has no pack, and has shown no signs of reaching for anything on the table.\n \"Be right back. Nature calls.\" \nHe heads for the door." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nOnce everyone had taken their pick of the gear, Dacin took a simple sack which he rolled up and stuffed into his backpack. Everything that no one else wanted just yet was placed in one of the other sacks, taken up to the room they'd rented, hidden under the bed, and locked into the room.\n\n It's not great, but there's nothing that can't be easily replaced in there, so its worth the risk. \n\nWith the gear taken care of, Dacin went back outside and had a look around, particularly to see what Darien was up to. The prince was often too clever for his own good, and someone had to keep the money train alive. Not at the cost of his own life, of course...he'd seen what happened to the Vigilants who were dead to a man save for Raite...but in the long term, if he could keep the princes alive, the better chance he'd have of making out well when this was all over.\n\nEspecially Darien. Theron had a few too many morals to be a really good leader. But Darien...Darien was someone who could be reasoned with to see things the smart way.\n\nDacin smiled. He'd seen a lot of politics in his time as a page, and it would be interesting to come back to Auldaria as a player instead of a pawn. He'd have to give that some thought.\n\nIn the meantime, though, there was a mage and a his daughter to find, princes to keep safe, and money to be made.\n\nHe checked his crossbow and loaded it, getting himself ready for anything." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nThe younger prince does nothing suspicious: he relieves himself in an alley, cursing about the cold, and then laces up his trousers and heads back inside." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nodded to the prince as he went back inside, but remained outside himself. He propped the door open a couple of inches so he could hear any discussions going on, but mostly he focused on watching the route to Tesori's place, keeping an eye out for any sign of the errant wagon, Tesori or Arisa, or anything else out of the ordinary in that direction.\n\n Not the first time I've been the lookout, and probably not the last. " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nLooking about she says, \" I think we've made up our minds, we should head out soon, time could make all the difference, depending on what we find. \"" }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron remains outside as the others go back to pick over the equipment. When everyone finally returned he checked his own gear and, with approval all around, set off to lead you on the path. The town fades away behind you and eventually the smaller homesteads also disappear, giving way to thick forest. The walk is not difficult and the weather is tolerable given your change in attire. Occasionally an animal darts across the path or leaps about the trees but nothing makes an overt threat against you. It is nearly fourty minutes later that you first catch sight of smoke through the canopy above. Thick and gray, it lingers in a column that rises from somewhere up ahead.\n\nAs you near the clearing it becomes obvious that something is wrong. Smoke hangs in the air and the taste of burnt wood lingers in the back of your throats. From the trail you can make out the cabin, now consumed by a dying fire, and a single body sprawled out in the snow nearby. Footprints track randomly about the clearing and several areas are stained red by blood. A battle had been fought here, and it hadn't been long ago. Everything remains still, however, and the participants are nowhere to be seen.\n\n ( Spot/Listen type checks for more information if you desire. ) " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": "(Spot, Listen: 1d20+7=25, 1d20+2=8 .)\n\n Prince Darien \n\nDarien curses as soon as it becomes apparent that the smoke is not just a chimney hard at work, and quickens his pace; when the clearing comes into view, he hurriedly slides his arm into his buckler's straps and tightens them, and then breaks into a jog, stringing his bow as he goes. He scans the clearing as he runs, both to keep an eye out for kobolds or whatever else may be responsible, and to try and identify the body." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana reaches back and pulls her bow from its tie. She knocks an arrow quickly, and follows after Darien slowly, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Looking back she says, \" If you have one, bring your weapon to the ready. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 2 ](4) \nListen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) \nApparently I'm a blind archer. Sweet!\n " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite follows Darien's lead, quickly stringing his bow and scanning the surrounding woods.\n\n \n Spoiler \nspot: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nlisten: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] If Raite spots trouble, he'll try and position himself between it and the rest of the group.\n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nWith his crossbow already out and loaded for most of the trip, Dacin was ready to go. He skulked off to the side, seeking cover amongst the trees. He moved forward as well so he could keep himself concealed as well as cover the rest of the group as they advanced.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n Hide - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "As the others move forward, Worm takes a step back, eyes narrowing a bit as she scans the clearing ahead. She draws in a sharp, hissing breath between her split teeth, face contorting into a worried frown at the sight of the body, and the sight of her companions rushing recklessly toward it. Her hand drifts to the pouch at her waist, and she cranes her head to and fro, looking for any sign of who might have done this." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAs Ahua plods alongside the others, he seems to constantly be puzzling over something in his mind. There's hardly a moment that he seems to look up at the path before them. As they begin to near the cabin and see smoke in the distance, the Evisan finally seems to take notice of his environment. Strange. The bonfires of my whole tribe never seemed to smolder so much. I suppose even fires are larger in this world. \n\nHis assumption was proven quite wrong when they arrived on the scene. The torched cabin, the blood, the body; death. The halfling's jaw drops, and he spits out a harsh whisper that...seems to be directed at himself, despite its wording. \"The cry of spirits was not heard by Ahua! Where is this 'guidance'?!\" Overcoming the spurt of anger and disbelief from the shock of the situation, Ahua draws in a deep breath and seems to pull his thoughts back into himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Time to let that little Spirit Guide do some work with that Alertness of his! (Yeah - I'm a spirit shaman. Denying it was only fun for about 30 seconds) 😳\n Spot: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n Listen: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron's shoulders drop as he watches the group dart about in seperate directions. He shoots a glance to Worm as he pulls the sword from the sheath on his hip. \"How quickly the lessons of the past are forgotten. Stay behind me.\" His voice is low as he beings to trudge off after Raite.\n\nThe clearing is a shadow of what it was the last time you saw it. The cottage and stables are husks, having caved in on themselves as the flames consumed them. The flickering of the fire indicates that it is near finished, having burned for a lengthy time before you arrived. The body in the snow is not alone. Another is held to a tree nearby, the method of keeping it standing unclear from this distance.\n\n Spots 15+ \n\nThe body in the clearing is Elia's. She doesn't move, and the blood soaking her robes indicates significant trauma. The body on the tree is Tesori and he is in much the same state. The tracks that move about the snow would indicate near a dozen individuals involved in their creation.\n\n Spots 20+ \n\nSeveral depressions in the snow indicate that other bodies fell here and were carried or dragged away. The prints seem to move from the cave entrance and linger around the cabin. Some seem to also move off into the trees opposite the direction you arrived from. Close examination of the area reveals a few crossbow bolts, their shafts broken from striking stone, littering the area. If someone cleaned up after this, they clearly felt it wasn't worth taking broken equipment.\n\n Spots 25+ (Yes, Darien, I'm talking to you) \n\nAs you break through the trees, you are able to get a full view of the area. Elia's injuries appear to be the result of some slashing weapon of great force. Likely an axe or greatsword. She also seems oddly positioned, as though she were laying on top of something. Tesori's injuries are more precise, probably applied with a dagger or knife. A dagger hilt rests against his throat, answering the question of how he remains upright against the tree. Considering the strength required to drive a knife through a person and a tree is a somewhat discomforting thought.\n\nFrom what you've seen of the creatures in the caves, this kind of carnage is beyond their capability.\n\n Listens 20+ \n\nNoises from deep inside the cave touch your senses. Movement and talking, too faint to be understood. It doesn't sound human, though. The echo effect of the cave makes judging the depth of the source difficult.\n\n Knowledge: Nature \n\nThe bodies seem undisturbed by local fauna. This area seems well suited for wolves or predatory cats. The fire may have held them back for a time, but it is unlikely that this occured more than a couple of hours ago. Three, at most.\n\n Knowledge: Military Tactics + Spot 20+ (Yeah you, Raite) \n\nA moment taken to survey the tracks allows you to form a picture in your mind. Men, armed with crossbows and swords, sweep out from the cave entrance and split to flank the cabin. Several move forward in plain sight to draw attention and lure out the inhabitants, then the crossbows open to taken down any overt threats. It is a pretty standard method of overrunning an enemy encampment, but something went wrong here. The chaos in the center of the clearing indicates a prolonged battle for which the attackers were unprepared." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana is not but a few yards in front of Theron when he says his statement. Her bow is at the ready and she continues to move forward slowly, watching Darien's flank. She turns her head and says, \" I have learned my lesson, and I have my sites on protecting Darien, don't fear for him, he is in good hands. \"\n\nShe opens her mouth to shout ahead, but decides against it. Shalana halts her movement completely and crouches down, drawing her bow completely, ready to fire a shot if needed." }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin spoke softly and in Elvish, just loud enough so that Shalana can hear him from the edge of the woods.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"I'll cover the cave entrance from the woods, please pass the word to the others.\" \n \n\n\nSo saying, he faded into the copse of trees, and maneuvered towards the cave hoping to get around 30 feet or so from the mouth while still in cover if possible, as close as he could to allow him to stay in cover if not. He kept his ears and eyes open for signs of any other lurkers, either for a watchman left behind by the attackers or for Arisa who had used these same woods to shoot from during the fight with the kobolds.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolls, if needed:\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \n Hide - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nTurning her head she said to Theron, \" Dacin is going to watch the cave, do you want me to join him, or stay here? \"" }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nAs Raite takes in the scene, his initial horror is replaced by a careful appraisal of the situation. Tactics... someone knew what they were doing. Raite thinks back to the chaotic melee in the cave. The unorganized forces rushing to get to grips with each other, no thought given to the actions of their allies. The destruction of the cabin couldn't have been at the hands of the beasts from the cave. Not unless someone was directing them with more military skill than they had previously exhibited. No matter the source, Raite doubted this was a foe the small group wanted to meet in the open clearing.\n\nThe young vigilant calls back to Theron, \"Theron, get the others under cover.\" Turning towards the cabin, he next calls to Darien, \"We should join your brother and the others in the woods until we're sure whoever did this is gone.\" \n \n Spoiler \nIf Darien heeds Raite's advice, he will follow the prince to the apparent safety of the woods at the clearings edge, if not, he'll say something unfit for the ears of polite company and follow the prince towards whatever doom awaits them.\n\n\"The unorganized forces rushing to get to grips with each other, no thought given to the actions of their allies.\" I'm not sure if I meant this to refer to the goblins, the kobolds, our party or all three groups equally.😏\n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nAhua spends a few moments observing the surroundings. The bodies and the shattered bolts are plainly seen, but Ahua is somewhat unnerved by the silence of nature - it seems as though nothing in the area is stirring but the fire within the cabin. As Ahua wonders upon this, the faint whisper is heard at his shoulder once again.\n\n \"Reach out further. The spirits of those lost direct us to the caves.\" Ahua turns to stare towards the cavern. After a few moments of focusing, he can barely detect them - the murmur of voices. Ahua nearly gasps, but is able to replace his surprise with inner gratitude towards his guide. He whispers conspiratorially to the others.\n\n \"Da'cin goes to hear the voices of the caves. Somethings lurk within. Very possible it is the enemy.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "The girl stuck close behind the prince, a task she had no quarrel with, and her wide eyes flickering around the scene in front of them, searching her mind for any scrap of information in all her books and studies that might give a hint toward what they've gotten themselves into.\n\nOne thing nagged at her, and she hesitated for a moment before giving the notion voice: \"D'you think that maybe - I mean, if someone had followed us through, and came here...?\" She leaves it unfinished, dangling in the frigid air, either unsure or unwilling to finish the thought." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Darien doesn't seem to register Raite's request as he surveys the clearing, the blade bobbing slightly in his hand. His lack of response is uncommon for one so reactionary.\n\nTheron watches Dacin stalk off towards the cave and his voice comes out as little more than a hissed whisper. \"Darien's a damnable fool and has been since he drew his first breath. That's why we have Raite to watch over Darien. You are royalty and I'd like to see you show more sense than my brother. We are already going to have to explain your scars to your family when we get you back to Yunis. I'd prefer not to have to explain your corpse instead.\" Raite's suggestion cuts across the distance then, and Theron motions to a close-set grouping to trees near the edge of the clearing. \"What I'd prefer is that you set up there and put that bow to use if Dacin stirs up anything by the cave. I expect we'll be forced into fighting but I want that to be as far from now as possible.\" He glances back to Worm then. \"You too. More of the hiding and less of the bow, though.\" \n Worm \n\nBooks are plenty useful, it seems. Staring across the field at Tesori, your mind slips back to one of the many nights you spent pouring over the texts in the Magister's tower. The placement of the wounds, the positioning of the body, the cruelty...it all seems so familiar. Was it a ritual? An image flickers through your thoughts, a rough woodcut of a city gate on which a man was similarly held. What did it say? Pinning?\n\nIt all suddenly returns to you. The method of execution for traitors during the reign of Erasti. That would be what...a hundred and seventy years ago? That was it. During the initial stages of the first war with Velaxia, when Auldaria was riddled with people sympathetic to the Velaxian cause of freedom, King Erasti was rumored to have created a secret arm of the royal guard for the sole purpose of hunting traitors. The existance of this group is hotly contested among scholars, as no physical evidence has ever arisen and the acts attributed to them would be difficult for all but the strongest men, but the deaths were distinct and definate. The Juger Des Lames, Knives of Judgement, would utilize a method of execution called the goupiller, or pinning.\n\nPresumably a terror tactic, the victim would be be cut precisely to sever the muscles required for movement of the limbs, then pinned to a surface through the throat using a dirk. Less than a dozen cases were reported and when the war came in earnest, the killings became insignificant against the carnage. Soon the Juger Des Lames were a faded memory, a ghost story to frighten children for a time and then nothing. Still, the descriptions of the goupiller are strikingly similar to what you see.\n\n Dacin \n\nYou're able to get nearly thirty feet from the entrance. The cave is dark and the sounds from within are no clearer to you. They are too infrequent to be any organized group." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana wastes no time in response to Theron, \" My scars are my own, when and if I return home with scars, and they have need to question it, the only answer I will have to give is, I fought in a battle. My fighting for you is just the beginning of an alliance that could last longer than my life, and if I die to serve that cause, so be it. The resolve of my people has already been tested countless times, and if I am allowed to join that great test, then I am honored and not afraid. \"\n\nWith that she let the tension on the bow go slowly, and moved over next to where Theron had said to set up. She didn't pull the bow taut, but she kept a wary eye upon the cave, ready to fight if needed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nListen: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm stares, brow furrowed, at the grisly scene, wishing she hadn't dredged up that bit about the goupiller - some things were best left in the back of the mind, and moldy murder methods were probably one of them. Still, she looks to Prince Theron before moving toward the indicated spot.\n\n \"Is his highness familiar with the Juger de Lames?\" she whispers, gesturing at the body. Anyone familiar with the stories might be able to help her give credence to the hypothesis, but if the prince was not so informed, now was not the time to make him so, and she turned and crept through the snow, crouching behind the bushes and mouthing something before pointing a finger at Dacin.\n\n \"Psst!\" comes Worm's voice, sounding like a whisper at the half-elf's shoulder. \"Listen, if you see something or need to warn us, just move your lips like you're talking, ok, and I'll hear you.\" \n \n Spoiler \nMeeeesssssage!\n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin nodded and mouthed back, \"Understood.\"\n\n Well, Dacin thought, maybe Worm's good for something after all. It was handy that Tesori had taught her a few tricks and fitting that she use them to avenge him.\n\nThe half-elf kept a silent and hidden watch over the cave. He aimed his crossbow at the entrance and waited. It seemed inevitable that Darien and Raite would attract attention standing out in the open like that, and Dacin wanted to be ready when they did.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEdited to fix some grammar.\n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien abruptly drops back into a crouch from his stiff posture, and skitters back to the group. His expression is grim, and he keeps his voice low.\n \"Tesori and Elia. Dead, both.\" His knuckles are white around the wood of his bow. \"Someone pinned him to the tree by the neck. Must've been frightfully strong, to do it...\" \nHe shakes his head. \"No one moving out there, like I thought.\" A glance in Dacin's direction. \"The cave, though...\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Gathered in the treeline to discuss the situation, none of you notice any change in the clearing. Dacin does not catch sight of anything within the cave either. Theron speaks up after studying the area for several minutes.\n\n \"Whoever did this didn't stay to see the fires burn out. We shouldn't linger, just the same.\" It is then that the bushes near the bulk of the group shudder and a spear rises up from the undergrowth. Half a dozen kobolds appear like ghosts, silent but for the crackle of leaves as they stand. One bears familiar markings as he motions to the others to group up and rests his spear, now clearly broken at the back to make it suitably sized, on his shoulder. The others bear similarly altered spears, a few bearing leathers or small wooden shields as protection.\n\n \"This one knew the Talls would return to this place. The night gaunt spoke strange words but this one has ways of understanding.\" Zesh extends a crooked finger towards the clearing. \"The Broken Spears clan saw the dying here as they were following the old trails. 'Princes' were sought by the makers of death. This one believes you to be the cause.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks at Theron, waiting for a response from him to Zesh, it didn't seem right for her to speak first. She instead focused her attention on the area surrounding them, making sure they were not caught unprepared.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nListen: (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin glanced over at the others, then at Zesh and his minions. It was rather disturbing that they'd managed to just appear like that. He wondered if there was some magic involved.\n\n Hmm. Magic to make one go unseen. Think what I could accomplish with that! I'll have to look into that.... \n\nReturning his attention to the situation at hand, he found it to be most unsatisfactory. If Zesh and company attacked, he wasn't in a great position to do much about it, though at least he'd also be relatively safe. On the other hand, it was possible that one or more of Zesh's folk hadn't broken cover and were watching him right now. That's how he'd have done it, in Zesh's shoes.\n\nBut....but if he moved into a better place to cover Zesh then he'd not only risk giving away his position if they hadn't spotted him yet, but would also give up covering the cave entrance and whatever creatures were lurking in there.\n\n Decisions, decisions.\n\nWell, he concluded, safety first. \n\nFocusing on the woods around him, Dacin tried to discover if there were any other kobolds hiding nearby, and particularly if there were any near him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nThe sudden and mysterious appearance of several of the Small-Lizards from earlier gave Ahua a great sense of alarm. Hoisting his spear, he quickly hustled up to the \"front rank\" of the group. His instincts told him to attack, but he couldn't ignore the fact that the creature seemed to be attempting to speak with them. He vaguely remembered one of the creatures helping them escape from the caves - could this be him? Each dog-lizard looks the same to Ahua. " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"'Makers of death?\" Worm asks in Spine Speak, her nose crinkling a bit in thought once she recovers from the surprise of the kobold's emergence from the bushes.\n\n\n \"What did they look like? Was they dwarves? Er, that is to say, longbeards? An' did you see what happened to the other talls? The smaller ones?\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien whirls, glaring for a moment--perhaps at the affront of someone escaping his keen vision. He runs a hand through his blond hair, then shifts one of his bangs. It's a nervous habit; he's clearly a little rattled by the deaths of Tesori and Elia.\n\n \"Zesh!\" he exclaims, when the kobold steps forth. \"Us? Why? What d'you mean by 'night gaunt', and who did this? " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "The largest of the kobolds, more than half a foot taller and and wider than Zesh, smacks the butt of his spear against the ground and growls. As he moves, the skull that hangs from a leather cord around his neck sways from one side to the other. The painted markings on this one are dark green and black, seperating him from the yellow and white of the others. His voice is suprising deep for his kind, as well. \"These talls ask too many questions. The Broken Spears have no time for this.\" Zesh is quick to respond with a lowering of his head, his hands extended before him.\n\n \"This one must be brief. We travel to the conclave in the north. This world has changed and we must adapt. A night gaunt is a beast of darkness with no face. Long have the stories lived in our clan of how they steal souls and makes slaves of their victims.\" Zesh seems ready to elaborate, but a growl from the larger kobold sets him back on track. \"This one saw the night gaunt arrive with mindslaves. Longbeards and talls, both. The night gaunt totured those talls, demanded 'princes', but the talls would not speak. The night gaunt killed that one...\" A finger extended towards Tesori. \"...while its slaves killed the other. The slaves burned the wood-home while the night gaunt returned to the cave. Some followed while others went into the trees.\" \n \"The Broken Spears have done a service for friends-of-Zesh. They will remember this thing and honor it.\" The larger kobold made it clear that this was no request. \"We leave now!\" His command was answered by a bark of acknowledgement from the others before they turned to make their way back into the undergrowth." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" Not to take the death of our friends lightly, but we should see if Tesori's spell book and his journal were not burned with the house, I will search his person, if no one else feels up to the task, his knowledge was useful to us in life, and it would dishonor him to not use it after his passing. Also, we should check for signs of his children, and when we have time later, we should bury their bodies, or burn them, whichever tradition you think he would have followed. \"\n\nShalana looks uncomfortable while she says all this, in her head she was still desperately trying to recover from the sudden loss of a mentor. She was determined to make whoever had committed such a cruel act, pay for it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Depending on the response, Shalana will perform a Search looking for signs of the children and also the spellbook and journal of Tesori. If she is granted enough time, she will take 10 or 20 on the check.\n " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n \" Merde et mort! We can't, not with the murderers still here. Zesh said the... night gaunt ... went into the cave, with only some of its slaves. We may never get a better chance, and if we don't kill it, it will keep on slaughtering on its way to finding us.\" \nDarien's clenched fists impacts his thigh.\n \"What is this thing, and where did it come from? How did it track us? If it keeps dwarves as... \"mind-slaves\", could it and other things like it be responsible for the dwarves attacking?\" \n\nHe shakes his head, bangs fluttering back and forth, clearing his head of important but unanswerable questions; he half-turns, facing the group, voice sliding down into that newly-acquired rich baritone, not pitched to carry.\n \"The fact is, I don't think we have a choice. We take the fight to our enemy and avenge our friends, or it will hunt us and catch us when we're not ready. I'd like to lure it out, if possible--facing something called a night gaunt in a dark cave doesn't exactly sound like fun and ponies.\" \nHe pauses.\n \"I... won't begrudge anyone the right to run for their lives, but I don't think their odds of survival would be very good if we--fail.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin whispered softly, trusting in Worm's magic to bring his words to her ears, \"Five'll get you ten Theron stomps all over Darien's little speech and calls him an idiot for even thinking about it. Care to wager some of your cleaning up money?\" \n\nHe shifted in place slightly and kept his crossbow aimed at the cave, which now seemed that much more ominous than it had before.\n\nNow a little more comfortable, he added in another whisper \"If you'd care to pass this message on to the others for me, tell them that I think charging after...or trying to draw out...an unknown number of enemies with unknown capabilities who were able to kill a man more powerful than all of us put together isn't a recipe for revenge. Its a suicide pact. But tell them that if they still want to try it, I'll provide a little sneaking and sniping. I rather liked Elia, and she deserved better than this. Just don't expect me to be the one going in there to draw them out. I'll be staying out here in the woods.\"\n\n Where I can make a break for it if it goes sour, which it probably will, he thought to himself." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"Well, highness, a nightgaunt is a boogeyman of sorts up in these parts. Back in the workhouse they used t'say that if we tried to run off the nightgaunt'd eat our souls an' enslave us. I never thought they was real, well, mostly - I knew a dwarf who said his mama's brother's cousin had seen one once - but seeing what we've seen as of late...\"\n\n\"And not to sound too hopeful, highness, but if he exists, and he came out of the cave an' they'd never seen him in these parts -\" she gestures toward the undergrowth into which the kobolds had retreated, \"then it seems to me that maybe he came to be here the same way as us, and might've gone back that same, through the portal, and not that I wouldn't like to think they've sorted the whole dwarven invasion thing out, but chances are they ain't done so, and we'd have a hard time following 'em.\"\n\n\"And not to say that everyone hasn't gotten awful impressive at waving swords and all in the last, um, two weeks, but if he - could be a she, I s'ppose - can control a bunch of folk and still be able to hang up Tesori, Odin rest his soul, easy as that, we probably ain't prepared to fight that. We all wanna make what's wrong right, but there's a right and a wrong way to do that - right?\" \n\nShe tilts her head to the side a little, and seems to be listening to something before moving her lips beneath her scarf. \"You're on, but he's gotta actually use the word 'idiot'.\" Then she smiles at the others, and says, \"Dacin agrees with me mostly, but says he can shuffle around a bit and shoot 'em from the dark, so long as you whistle and wave the meat in their faces.\" \n\nLooking at Shalana, she turns and adds in a soft voice, \"Time or not, this ground's too frozen to bury anything. You wanna do right by them, or at least Tesori, closest I think we can get is throwing a couple copper on their eyelids and wrapping 'em up. Cold oughta keep 'em preserved, though, if you'd rather cart them back to town.\" " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\n\" They were good people, they should be honored, all of them. It may be true that we aren't fit to deal with this threat yet, a retreat for now could be justified, but where are the children? If they are still alive we should find them. \"\n\nHer eyes dart around, talk of dark creatures bothered her immensely. She couldn't articulate how she felt at the moment, but it was a mixture of rage and pain, no one deserved this kind of death, especially people who were so kind." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nWithout taking his eyes from the cave opening, Raite speaks to the group near the princes. \"I don't like the idea of going into those caves after the thing that did this. If we go after the slaves who went into the woods, we may learn something about the nightgaunt without having to fight it.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin chuckled silently into Worm's ear from across the way, \"Alright, but any other insult to his intelligence, be it moron, stupid, dumb, or whatever is a push...no winner, no loser.\" \n\nHe shifted the crossbow a bit, then frowned. It occurred to him then that there was a problem here. If some of the \"mind-slaves\" had gone into the woods, they should have seen the group traveling up the road to the cabin, and presumably should have attacked. That seemed to suggest there were three possibilities...\n\nFirst, that the slaves had seen them and chosen not to attack for some reason. Given the violence they'd shown here that didn't seem too likely.\n\nSecond, that they'd seen the group and decided to follow them to see where they went. He'd been pretty careful as he moved into the woods, and again when Zesh and company had appeared, and hadn't seen signs of anyone, be it more kobolds, Arisa, or mind-slaves, so that seemed out as well.\n\nThe third option was that they'd passed each other en route, and that meant...\n\nDacin straightened up a bit and swore into Worm's ear, \"Damn! Tell the princes that I think the slaves in the woods may have gone to attack the town, which is how we missed them on the way up!\" " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " \"This whole night gaunt thing makes no sense. Even if there was such a creature, and I'm not ruling it out given the sudden abundance of pint-sized fairytales I've seen recently, it doesn't explain why one would come looking for us. Out of a cave that just happens to have a portal that leads back to Auldaria.\" Theron keeps his eyes on the retreating kobolds until they disappear from sight.\n\n \"Still, something did come through here and whoever it was knew that we escaped. I doubt it stuck around or we'd likely be looking at it right now. I hate to suggest walking into danger but Darien has a point. That portal is a problem for us. I doubt any of us can do anything with it and our best option is probably to put as much distance between it and us as possible, but I want to see it again once more before we go.\" The flames die down a bit and the stillness of the area becomes less severe. A few birds can even be heard in the trees above you.\n\n \"I'll go in and check things out. I want bows on that cave entrance, though, in case we come out with friends. Dacin's volunteered and you seem capable, Shalana, so perhaps you can stay too. Do some poking around if you want, I doubt the dead will complain, but be careful.\" Theron turns to face the halfling at this point.\n\n \"You know your way around a wound and I'd feel better if you were here, ready for trouble. If we come out bloody I'll be looking to you to fix it.\" He steps into the clearing as he continues.\n\n \"Darien should stay here. If that cave is dangerous we would be foolish to both walk into it. I'd like Raite's sword and Worm's knowledge with me but I'm asking, not ordering.\" He sets down his pack and removes a lantern, working to light it." }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n Theron was the prince who, to this point, had avoided taking unecessary risks. Now he wanted to walk right into Preneur knew what? Raite eyed the cave with a mixture of dread and uncertainty. He knew his duty was to go where ever Theron led, but duty didn't make the chill he felt any less unsettling.\n\nSteeling himself for whatever lurked within, Raite glanced quickly at Worm before replying. \"Of course I'll go, your highness.\" " }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's lips move in reply: \"But the prints lead away from where we come, see?\" She lifts a hand and points toward the tracks. \"Theron wants me an' Raite in the caves with him, and for you and the rest to stay out here in case we come out leading old man trouble, see? Oh, and I'm thinking I won that wager.\" \n\nThen, she turns her attention to Prince Theron, catching the look on Raite's face before he responds. \"Course I'll go with, majesty, but you gotta promise that if Raite thinks it's too dangerous or I see something we ought to not bother, you'll trust us an' go back if we says.\" " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin's silent chuckle echoed in Worm's ears, \"Only if you come back from the cave alive. I'm not delving in there just to deliver a handful of coins to your corpse. Think of it as incentive to come back with the same number of limbs as you left with. Also, do remind the good prince...that's Theron, by the way...that I can still hear faint voices and shuffling in the cave so there's probably something within a hundred feet or less of the entrance that will likely notice him as soon as he enters. Just a word to the wise.\" " }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\n \n Originally Posted by DoNotFearToTread \n Theron turns to face the halfling at this point.\n\n \"You know your way around a wound and I'd feel better if you were here, ready for trouble. If we come out bloody I'll be looking to you to fix it.\" \n \n\nAhua nods emphatically to the suggestion. Without another word or gesture, he strolls away from Theron and over to the body of the woman and begins tugging at it. He arranges the body to be lying on its back, pointing westward, with her arms reaching out wide as if to embrace the sky above her. He then kneels down behind where her head is laying and begins to softly chant some low, rhythmic affair in the tongue of his people with an occasional shake of his spear, pointed in the direction of the western horizon." }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana responds to Theron, \" I will do a quick search for anything important, but otherwise I'm going to join Dacin as you have asked. \"\n\nShalana begins her search at Tesori, gently pulling the weapon from his throat before resting him on the ground, she searches his body, and then crosses his arms together before closing his eyes. She the examines the surrounding area for anything he may have left behind.\n\nAfter she has completed her search, Shalana begins to move towards the cave, looking for Dacin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": " Worm & Raite \n\nAs the others move off to tend to their chosen business, Theron takes up the freshly lit lantern and turns to look down the apprentice. He gives a nod and then holds the lamp out towards her. \"Agreed, but you have to carry the light.\" As he turns back to his pack to prepare a few other odds and ends...\n\n Shalana & Ahua \n\nEach of you begin to labor over your chosen corpse, intent on searching or adjusting as you will. Disturbing the bodies, however, causes a barely audible popping sound. A strong smell easily associated with pitch or lamp oil is the only warning you recieve, but it appears to be enough. Moving mostly by instinct, you each drop what you're holding and bring you arms up to shield your face, diving away from the source of the sound.\n\n All \n\n...a sudden whoosh* of air accompanies the flames that erupt around the bodies. Small slivers of glass pepper the area nearby as globs of flaming oil steam around the corpses. Shalana and Ahua manage to avoid the main blasts, landing in the snow as steam billows up around them. The fires burn fiercely for nearly 10 seconds, kicking up billowing steam as it does, but the blazes fade of their own accord until they are gone. The bodies have suffered notable damage, burned well beyond recognition but largely intact. The halfling and the princess fare better, the redness on their hands and arms all they have to remember the event.\n\nTheron, having dropped his pack at the disturbance, picks a shard of glass off his sleeve and snatches up the healer's kit from among the pack's spilled contents at his feet. His steps are cautious as they carry him towards the center of the clearing.\n\n ( 2 damage to Ahua, 3 to Shalana. ) " }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin took in the bursts of flame for a fraction of a second, then snapped his crossbow up into a firing position aimed at the cave mouth.\n\n If the things in the cave are connected with the \"nightgaunt\", now's when they'll charge. Better make sure they get a proper welcome... \n \n Spoiler \nDacin is holding an action for the next few \"rounds\". First thing out of the cave that isn't one of Tesori's kids eats a crossbow bolt.\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nThe sudden burst of flame shocked Shalan right to her core. It was trapped! What sort of thing, would trap the bodies of the dead? After checking herself to make sure she was alright, Shalana spit on the ground, and cursed. Picking herself up she stalked off to find Dacin." }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": " \"I think it's might be them other creatures, I mean they lived in the caves and all - \" she begins to respond to Dacin before first Theron and then the explosions interrupt her, and she drops into a crouch, staring wide-eyed in the direction of the blast.\n\nKeeping the lantern clasped tightly in her hands, she looks at Shalana and the halfling, and seeing that they both seemed fine, she lets out an inappropriate snort of laughter which she instantly stifles with a hand.\n\n \"Whoever this nightgaunt and all is, they're pretty clever,\" she muses, standing up slowly and dusting off her thick winter clothing. \"Ahua! Princess! Are you alright?\" Worm raises an eyebrow and watches Shalana curiously as she heads in the direction of the cave, apparently not interested in Theron's assistance." }, { "author": "TheGreatJabu", "message": " Ahua of Chamahez \n\nRight as he was beginning to kneel, the faint smell of burning flesh was all that warned Ahua of the impending danger. He quickly fell backwards as the flames burst forth, singing his arms as he tumbled over onto the cold ground. When his senses stop their screaming, he sits back up and brushes himself off. His arms throb, and he rubs a bit of snow onto them to ease the pain.\n\nWhen Ahua hears Worm call out, he glances over at her and at the warrior-woman Shalana. He sees that she seemed to have suffered a similar fate as he, and also escaped major injury. \"Unkind gift,\" he comments. \"For a moment, Ahua believed this to be strange Large-World death ritual of which Ahua was ignorant. The surprise of Warrior Shalana makes Ahua think otherwise.\" \n\nAhua did nothing to smother any remaining flames on the corpse. He took a step back and continued the interrupted funeral rites." }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n Dammit, Ther', you're the bloody heir--at best. Don't risk yourself. \n\nThe younger prince keeps his bow trained on the cave, glancing over to the side briefly when the flames erupt.\n \"Have them come to you, Ther--could be more traps,\" he calls, trying to pitch his voice so that it reaches his brother but not the cave.\n\n \"Get ready. If I was whatever's in there, I'd come out right around now,\" he says, drawing his bowstring taut, arrow aimed at the cave. \"And get ready to run. It chases one of us, the rest can pincushion it.\" " }, { "author": "ajw79", "message": " Raite \n\nRaite follows Theron out into the clearing, his sword held at the ready in case anything issues from the cave." }, { "author": "DoNotFearToTread", "message": "Theron, seeing that neither of the two were injured enough to stop their chosen activities, turns back and retrieves his pack. After waiting for near a minute he motions for Worm and Raite to accompany him towards the cave. The others can see them enter and disappear around a bend, their light fading from view shortly after.\n\n Worm & Raite \n \n Spoiler \nThe cave is as dark and cold as you remember it. It twists slowly right, then left again and the sounds get louder as you advance. You can make them out more clearly now, the voices of those creatures that Zesh had called the White Eyes. They go silent and the skittering of footsteps fades in what seems like every direction. Theron motions for Raite to walk beside him, with Worm carrying the light at their backs. His voice is barely a whisper as you step into your positions.\n\n\"Eyes open and mouths closed. If they don't bother us we don't need to bother them.\" As you continue you come to a familiar intersection. Bones litter this area, as do scraps of cloth and broken weapons. Atleast a half dozen bodies here are fresh, clearly not casualties of the battle you were witness to. Theron studies the scene for a moment, seemingly looking for something, then moves on. Stones skip down along the walls to your right and a few quick steps sound off from the corridor to your left.\n\nEach of you can spot the creatures with little difficulty as they seem to make no effort to conceal themselves. Eyes peer out at you as you follow the path, maybe eight in total, as the beasts stay crouched among rocks or around corners. They make no move as you pass, content to simply watch you go. There is a faint smell of rot in the air here, not overwhelming but distinctly present. Theron motions you forward and you soon arrive at the room where you met Zesh. Several bodies lie in the cages here, small holes indicating the scenario of their deaths. Someone stood outside the bars and filled the captive kobolds with arrows, opening the cages to retrieve their ammunition before moving on.\n\nThe small hole in the end of the tunnel that leads to the gate seems particularly ominous now. Ducking through it brings you to something utterly macabre. A creature, near five feet tall, lays sprawled out in the tunnel. It's skin is mottled black and its limbs stretch three times the length that they should. Vicious claws tip its three fingers and its face is something akin to a skull that's been pushed in and made narrow. It's dead, numerous slash wounds dotting it's body, but that doesn't make it any less horrific. Theron eases around it and urges you to do the same.\n\nThe slight incline down to the portal is easy to navigate, and as you all stand before it that same sense of wonder settles over you. The colors ripple about the center as before, each blending into another before resurfacing again somewhere else. It casts off a soft hum now, where before it was silent, and your skin seems to crawl a bit as you draw near it. There is a smell in the chamber, an odd uncomfortable smell that settles on your tongue as bitterness. Worm begins to notice something different as she devotes her attention to it. A feeling, a sensation of sorts, that she'd become familiar with in her time at the castle. Magic...not the uncontrolled chaotic magic that the portal itself gave off, but deliberately crafted magic. Someone has cast a spell on the portal.\n\n Worm Spellcraft: 14 + 10 = 24 \n \n\n Dacin. Shalana. Darien & Ahua \n \n Spoiler \nMinutes pass after the trio disappear into the cave. Only the wind through the trees and Ahua's ritual accompanies your vigil over the area. It is that silence, that feeling of solitude which makes the voice that rises up from back along the trail towards town nothing less than suprising.\n\n \"No, no, no...right! Go right, you buffoon!\" The creaking of wheels accompanies the sound as it draws slowly nearer. \"Two hours late and you're stopping to rest? I'd have been better off using a mule for this! If your mother wasn't such a close, personal friend...\" The rant continues, and meets no response from whoever it might be directed at.\n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nShalana looks over to Darien when she hears the voices, \" Should one of us go check it out? \"" }, { "author": "jng2058", "message": " Dacin \n\nDacin swore under his breath, then reluctantly broke cover to move over next to Shalana. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, hoping along the way that Worm's magic had held up, \"There's some kind of wagon coming. I'll sneak over and look it over. Keep the cave mouth covered in case something comes out, if you please.\" \n\nSo saying, he sneaked off in the direction of the noises, taking care to stay under cover as much as possible, and moving slowly to minimize the noise.\n\nThe initial shock of seeing Elia's murdered corpse had faded over the minutes of watching the cave mouth, and now the cold hard mathematics of survival had returned to the front of Dacin's mind. Damn, this is stupid. We should have hit the road as soon as we saw the smoke. The chances of our being able to fight whatever killed Tesori are vanishingly small. Distance and evasion are our best friends, not combat. And then taking our two best blades into the cave and leaving the rest of us out here? Crap, no wonder Auldaria fell, if this is the kind of military leadership we can expect. \n\nHe thought back to the interminable lectures that he and the other pages had been forced to attend with the goal of molding them into young gentlemen. Given the need for stealth, he managed to reign in his usual instinct to spit in disgust.\n\nStill, he recalled the basic introduction to strategy and tactics given by old Lord Weatherby, a few months before the retired general had died of the hacking cough. What was that called? Concentration of forces, I think he said. A small force can beat a larger one if the small one brings everything to bear on only a part of the large force. Yeah, that was it. I wonder what Weatherby would have said about a small force faced with a larger one that splits up into even smaller ones? Nothing good, I'd wager. Damn it all! \n \n Spoiler \n Hide - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Valairn", "message": " Shalana \n\nAfter Dacing leaves, Shalana fiddles with her positioning a little. Looking at Darien she says again, \" He's just as impulsive as I am. Do you want me to go back him up? \"" }, { "author": "slapdash", "message": "Worm's face scrunches up into a familiar expression of deep contemplation, and she approaches the portal slowly, maintaining a distance of several feet.\n\n \"Whoever they was, they cast a spell here,\" she says softly, adding: \"Here as'n on the portal, that is. Dunno if I can figure out what it is, but could be it's there to keep us from goin' back through.\" " }, { "author": "Rachel Lorelei", "message": " Prince Darien \n\nDarien bites his lip, fiddling with an arrow--he keeps his bow pointed in the right direction, but the arrow isn't nocked anymore. He's been fidgeting more and more as minutes pass without the re-emergence of his brother and the others.\n \"...no. He's not going to endanger himself, and it's not far. I'll need you here if something comes out.\" \nA twitch of his head indicates the cave, simultaneously shifting his bangs out of the upper corner of his vision.\n Damn, it's getting too long. I'll need a haircut soon. " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 25: Morbius and Kami vs. Drathe and Kepesjhank \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I am still going to update my sheet and as for buying the most important thing I am going to buy is a MW sword\n\n initiative - (1d20-2)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "I still need to update my sheet as well, but I acknowledge this match.\n\n Kami's Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "I guess this is Drathe so here I go....\n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] " }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "I like how no one said the rounds were updated\n\nInit: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n\n\nWoohoo clerical speed again" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "It seems that the order is:\n\nKami - Nu\nDrathe - Slash_712\nMorbius - Morbius\nKepesjhank - Corsair420" }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "Start at B-13 with scythe in hand. Kami double moves and attempts to Hide.\n\n Hide - (1d20)[ 5 ] \n Reactive Spot - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n Reactive Listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n Position: H-12\n HP: 13/13\n AC: 16, 12 Touch, 14 Flat-footed\n Attack: +5 Masterwork Scythe (2d6+4 damage, 4x critical)\n Items: Potion of Shield of Faith +2 (stored)\n Effects: +1 Dodge vs. Drathe if I can designate him as a target, otherwise none\n \n\n\n*Edit: Forgot I could only move at half-speed while hiding, so my position is changed." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Put the place that you end your move in spoilers as you are trying to hide and pay attention, you need just one panel to hide behind, it don't have to be two, the problem last match was that he was trying to hide after he left the panels (trying to hide right in front of us)\n\nEDIT: Done buying but may buy something in answer to what you guys buy.\n\n\nI will also leave my stats here\n\n\nMorbius Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 13, Flat-footed 15\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +6 MW Longsword (1D8+3)\n Held: , 2xscrolls of true strike\n Effects: \n Spells: 3x level-0, 3x level-1\nReactive rolls:\n " }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Drathe will move from B13 to F13 and hold his bow in hand.\n\nFor Refs-\n \n Spoiler \n\nI will ready an action to attack the first enemy to come into my LoS and LoE.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "You can't start on B 13, Kami just started on B13🫤\n\n\nOn another thought, you can start a B13... as long as the other guy starts at the other side😁" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Okay switch that, Y13 to U13.\n\nFor Refs-\n \n Spoiler \n Same readied action\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Morbius 3rd to act - Round 1 \n\n\nMorbius starts at B 14 moves as he attempts to hide\n hide - (1d20-5)[ 13 ] \nif your spot beats his hide you see him at\n \n Spoiler \n\nK8\n \n\n\nrefs\n \n Spoiler \n\nswift action to activate air devotion\n \n\n spot - (1d20-5)[ 6 ] \n listen - (1d20-5)[ 8 ] \n\n\n\nMorbius Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: K8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +6 MW Longsword (1D8+3)\n Held: , 2xscrolls of true strike\n Effects: \n Spells: 3x level-0, 3x level-1\n " }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "Y14 to Z20\n\nFor ref and slash\n \n Spoiler \nready action to cast ,magic missile upon LoE\n \n\n\nNext, Also i thought you cant hide since its glass that you can see through, we would always have LoS just not LoE" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Sorry dude, read the map description, one glass panel is enought to grant concealment, concelament allows one to hide, unless stated otherwise (like the child of shadow stance from ToB). The OTHER older glass arena is the one that uses the rules you are talking about.\n\nNow it's Kami's turn right?" }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "aye its back to the top" }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "Double move and hide.\n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n Hide - (1d20)[ 9 ] \n\nIf you can beat the Hide, position is: \n Spoiler \nM-10.\n \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nPosition: M-10\nHP: 13/13\nAC: 16, 12 Touch, 14 Flat-footed\nAttack: +5 Masterwork Scythe (2d6+4 damage, 4x critical)\nItems: Potion of Shield of Faith +2 (stored)\nEffects: +1 Dodge vs. Drathe if I can designate him as a target, otherwise none\n " }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Drathe will move to U7.\n\nFor Refs-\n \n Spoiler \n Same readied action.\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Morbius 3rd to act - Round 1 \n\n\nMorbius whispers to Kami\n \n Spoiler \n Follow me as quickly as you can, let's take the archer 1st, let's press him against the corner, you surround him by his left side\n \n\n\nMorbius uses a swift action to cast swift expenditious retreat and moves to U6, I think I forgot to say that Morbius starts with his longsword in hands, so let's say that he draws it as he moves and finally attacks Drathe.\n\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \n\n\n\nMorbius Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: U6\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +6 MW Longsword (1D8+3)\n Held: , 2xscrolls of true strike\n Effects: air devotion 9/10\n Spells: 3x level-0, 2x level-1\n " }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "Z20 to Z26 and maintain same readided action\n\nFor refs\n \n Spoiler \nMagic missile on LoE\n " }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "Kami grins in anticipation and double-moves to flank his foe, occupying space U-8.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nPosition: U-8\nHP: 13/13\nAC: 16, 12 Touch, 14 Flat-footed (+1 Dodge vs. Drathe)\nAttack: +5 Masterwork Scythe (2d6+4 damage, 4x critical)\nItems: Potion of Shield of Faith +2 (stored)\nEffects: +1 Dodge vs. Drathe\n " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "\" That is not where I asked you to go \" ¬¬\n(no longer whispering)" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Drathe will take a 5-foot step to U9 and then shoot Kami.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 5 ] +2 if your Human\n\nOoh look, two four's in one round." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimp \n\nOkay not sure if i can do this. But we need a re-wind. If i can't then i'll just put it on hold till a higher ref can look at it.\n\nAnyway Morbius in the second round you moved to U6, or you were going to.\n\nBut Slash had a readied action which state, attack the first person who comes into my LoS and LoE.\n\nThis is you moving into his LoE, so i do believe his readied action goes off as you move into L7." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "1. 😦 gahh I wanted to move to U8 and somehow said U6, thanks for saving my strategy Kami ><\"\n\n2. If Drathe is at U7 he can't take a 5 foot step to U9, specially since Kami is on the way.\n\n3. After he resolve Drathes readied action (if Morbius is still alive) Drathe will take would have provoked 2 AoOs with his actions, if he really moved just 5 feet then he is in our threatened area when he shoots, if he moved more than 5 feet and shot us he also provokes AoOs for moving too much😁 (that is assuming Morbius is still alive and we won't have to redo all this)\n\n4. Roll a 50 miss chance on your AoO against Morbius (remember to put hits on a 1-50 or hits on 51-100 after the roll for miss chance)\n\nAnd please, please don't edit the post where you roll for concealment, that has caused me problems before).\n\nPS: Curious about why Morbius has concealment? Two words, air devotion😁" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nHis readied action would've gone off - on the round where you moved and drew your weapon to attack him from what i read. After he's resolved that we're back in round 2 with the rest of your move and standard action to go. Unless of course im reading it horribly wrong :\\\n\nBut yes there is still a miss chance on his readied action.\n\nSo you two aren't stood next to him from what i gather :)" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "OK still trying to figure out what the heck just happened, but here is my attack for my action.\n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] +2 if your Human" }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "I'm so confused as to whats happening in this match can anyone clear it up a bit?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Resume of what just happened in the glass house:\n\nDrathe moves to U7.\n\nMorbius moves to U6. This triggers Drathe readied action to shoot him.(more on this later).\n\nMorbius then attacks Drathe and miss.\n\nKami moves to U8.\n\nDrathe somehow takes a 5 foot step to U9 shots at Kami. This move was not valid, but anyway that he word it it would provoke an AoO from MOrbius and Kami before his shoot.\n\n\n\n\nPS: Drathe still needs to roll a 50% miss chance for his attack against Morbius (as I have a feat that protects me from ranged attacks)" }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "since i'm so confused and not near the fight tell me when tis my turn" }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "Yeah, I was a bit confused as to why you wanted me to move in from the left when I could flank him by moving where I did.\n\nBut, ah, I'm not really sure where we are now. I guess we're waiting for the miss chance roll, then we resolve the attack and the rest of the actions." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "I took the five-foot step to U9 obviously because I thought I was in U8 before. Also is it 51 and over that hits, or low?\n\n Concealment - (1d100)[ 20 ] " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nIts up to you slash.\n\nBut after looking at that roll you must declare what hits BEFORE you make the roll command. So dont edit it in basically. Then we have the rest of Morbius's turn and the match continues." }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "OK then I will try again. Hows abouts low (1-50) correct? or (1-49)?\n\n Confrimation - (1d100)[ 79 ] " }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I suppse you means hits on a low? So that was a miss right?" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "That would be a miss, yes." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Ok, now I am not sure about what do we do about that last turn of your's slash, you are at U9 and just took two AoOs or should you get to redo your actions? I will ask ine of the refs to check this" }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Yeah I am a little confused myself. Hopefully one ref will get in here quick-like." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nWhat's the hold up here? I can't figure out what the problem is currently." }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "I do not know. All I do know is, whether we're to repeat all of our past actions or redo them, it's not my turn either way :P\n\nI think the confusion lies in the fact that the triggered action set us back several actions, and now that it's been resolved do we merely carry out the actions we originally intended (as the triggered action changed nothing), or do we have to redo everything (including rerolls).\n\nAt least, that's what I think is going on. The others might have other concerns however." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "The only thing that is holding up is Drateh's action. he used a \"10 feet step\" that moved by Kami's square.\n\nHe said he was taking a 5 foot step but moved more than that, so I wonder if he should be able to redo his action or if I an Kami can simply roll for the AoOs that his 10 feet move caused.\n\n\n\nBTW he had the move to go around Kami and arrive in the square he wrote anyway but that still would provoke the AoOs." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nIf that's the case, having him take the AoOs and getting this match back on track seems the best method." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "ok Morbius AoO\n\n[roll=attack]1d20+6][/roll]\n[roll=damage]1d8+3][/roll]\n\nKami also gets an AoO then it's Morbius turn I believe" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "stupid forum roller\n\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] " }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "Kami slices at Drathe upon seeing an opportunity in his movement.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (2d4+4)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Slash_712", "message": "Dang Nu, why can't you roll like Morbius?" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "I believe Drateh is down right? As you don't have a cleric to help you Morbius will go for Kepesjhank now.\nAnd wow Kami is really saving my boop in this match\n\n Morbius 3rd to act - Round 3 \n\n\nMorbius whispers to Kami\n \n Spoiler \n Let's get closer to him break the glass and surprise him\n \n\n\n\nAnd double moves from U6 to U18\n\n\nKepesjhank is up.\n\nMorbius Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: U18\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +6 MW Longsword (1D8+3)\n Held: , 2xscrolls of true strike\n Effects: air devotion 8/10\n Spells: 3x level-0, 2x level-1\n " }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "Stay in same spot with readied action\n\nfor ref\n \n Spoiler \nCast lesser orb or lightning upon LoE\n \n\n\nnext" }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": "Kami is up" }, { "author": "Nu", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nHmmm, daymn, sorry, I missed the last couple of posts. Thought it was still his turn. My bad.\n \n\n\nKami double moves to U17." }, { "author": "Morbius", "message": " Morbius 3rd to act - Round 4 \n\nMorbius whispers to Kami\n \n Spoiler \n You go 1st, get as close as possible to him\n \n\n\n\nMoves to U20 and attacks the glass under T20 holding his sword with both hands\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n\n(will only miss on a 1, and won't bother to roll damage as the minimum damage would break the glass if it hits)\n\n\nKepesjhank is up.\n\nMorbius Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: U18\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 16 (-1 from not using shield not added)\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +6 MW Longsword (1D8+3)\n Held: , 2x scrolls of true strike\n Effects: air devotion 8/10\n Spells: 3x level-0, 2x level-1\n " }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n Due to time, Morbius and Kami are declared the winners! " }, { "author": "Corsair420", "message": "seriously? i haven't even been able to get on the site for 2 days and i thought it was 3 days not 2 days of inactivity" } ]
[ { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "The cycle begins a new.\n\nThe sun shined on the day of dicovery. It was a mild winter and then in spring the flowers and plants were quick to grow. The prey were breeding quicker than before and predators had different and easier prey to get.\n\n10 ep this turn." }, { "author": "Ne0", "message": " Krylf Evolution and society; First period \n\nThe Krylf don't seem to do anything surprising this period. They flourish, and develop more mental abilities - there's no need for physical evolution.\nThanks to the low population and the plentiful amount of nutrients, there seem to be no conflicts between the different packs in their territory.\n\nContact with other races also remains at a minimum because of the Krylf's low intelligence. They aren't curious about whatever exists outside of their own lands.\n\nAll in all, this remains only a slow, boring start for the sentient race.\n\n((The Krylf's current society is described in the recruitment thread, but I'm copying it here, for readers))\n\nThe Krylf are a race of small winged reptiles who live on islands or along coasts. They move in packs that can range from 10 to 50 Krylfs. Although they hunt alone, they are quite social animals, spending their entire life (around 10-15 years currently) with the same mate once they have chosen.\nThe live in caves and tunnels in clifs, with one pack sometimes living with 20 in one cave, or each specimen having one of their own, depending on the circumstances. A pack usually lives in harmony alone, but fights and vetes can errupt over territories.\nThey seem to have discovered basic tools, but have found little use for them.\n\nKrylf have dark, smooth scales covering their body. The color serves a camouflaging purpose on the clifs when they are outside. They have four paws, a tail with a vicious stinger and 2 wings, growing from their back. Their head is, unlike most reptiles, rather wide and high and placed close to their top shoulders, with short extensions to the side to enchance their hearing. Their eyes are placed in the middle of their head, typical for predators.\nWhen flying, a Krylf's lower body hangs down, because their wings are unable to carry the whole body by themselves.\n\nKrylf hunt by climbing to the top of the clifs they live in, then throwing themselves down at the sea. At mere inches away from the water surface, they strike with their tails, then pulling up with their wings, flying back with their prey to their cave, or flying back to the top for another attempt.\nKrylf live on a diet of -primarily- small fish, insects, and seaweed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst post! I might pick out some indivicuals for Roleplaying, but that'll have to wait.\nStatistics:\n2 EP to Brain; for an effective Brain Ability of 6\n2 EP to Natural Weapon[Stinger]; for an effective ability of 4\n2 EP to Flight; for an effective ability of 5\n1 EP to Wind Sense; for an effective ability of 2\n1 EP to Tunneling; for an effective ability of 4\n2 EP to Language; for an effective ability of 5\n \n\n Specimen \n \n Spoiler \n\n Kir - Kir is a young male Krylf. He reaches adulthood in a few months, but can already take care of himself, like all Krylf around this age. They all reach 'official' (i.e: they can do what they want) at 5 years old, bu only once one finds a mate and settles with him or her for life, he is considered one socially (i.e: he has a chance of becoming the pack leader, can make suggestions about the pack's plans, etc.). Therefore, he's one of the many males around trying to show of to the females, making daring jumps, trying to catch as big fish as possible, gathering corals, and in general looking as though as he can. Small fights are not unusual in these periods, but Kir cannot compete with some of the stronger males. His stinger is however surprisingly sharp, and he is a competent swimmer and flyer.\n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " The Quil'Iarth'Na \n\nAs the sun rose over the treetops, the first members of the Quil'Zar pack were waking up. All except Quil'Zar'Ha that is. The young Quil'Iarth'Na had been up since first light, staring at the golden sun orb with all his might.\n\nQuil'Zar'Ha was different to most Quil'Iarth'Na in that he had a thirst for knowledge. When most Quil'Iarth'Na would be dividing up a carcass, Quil'Zar'Ha would rather poke into it, and study it's different parts.\n\nHowever, today was a different day for Quil'Zar'Ha. Today was his day. On this day, the rest of the pack had agreed to let him lead the hunt.\n\nHe would not disapoint them\n\n.................................................. .................................................. ....\n\nA few minutes later, and the Quil'Zar pack was feasting on another kill. The main difference was, that this beast was a lot bigger than the Quil'Zar's usual prey. Maybe aiming for the joints does work.... Thought the rest of the pack, as Quil'Zar'Ha explained the logic behind it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTurn one: 10 EP\nAttributes:\nNatural Weaponry (Spines): +2\nNatural Armour (Spines): +2\n\nTechnology:\nTactics: Pack Hunting: +1\nTactics: Camouflage: +2\nTactics: Crippling Strikes: +3\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": " The Zerajal \n\nThe Zerajal have made little contact with other species, only interacting with those who enter their lush forests, The Zerajal have yet to leave their forests, for they prefer the canopies and the tree tops where they are expert in their woodcraft.\n\nThe Zerajal have many tribes in the tree's and sometimes these tribes vie for dominance, though more often than not these fights end with only a few small fights, which are over rather quickly.\n\nThe Zerajal hunt down and kill their prey, often taking down animals larger than themselves by use of numbers\n\n \n Spoiler \n Language +2 total of 4\n Brains +2 total of 6\n Toughness +2 total of 8\n Technology:\n Weapons-axes+spears +2\n Strength in numbers tactics +2\n " }, { "author": "Oblomovism", "message": " The Klujnkt \n\nThus far the Klujnkt are somewhat introverted as a society - they prefer to discuss things amongst themselves than to venture forward into the unknown parts of their world (be it in search of other species or new areas to inhabit).\n\nThis communication between individuals has suggested some interesting ideas, such as the use of small stick as tools, to aid them in their labours, as well as to enhance their gesticulation (which is quite helpful when trying to get a point across). This also continues their slow mind-expanding journey of existence.\n\nAt this time one individual specifically deems mention: Loktcca is considered something of a purveyor of wisdom (in as much as a race as unadvanced as the Klujnkt are currently can produce wise men)- he will attempt to offer an answer to anything put to him, and his responses are usually held in regard, to cogitated upon. Whether they are true insights, or merely word-play is something not often disputed (though there are some who may raise it in the future).\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn One: 10 EP\n\nAttributes:\nBrains: 2 EP -> + 1 (11 total)\nLanguage: 2 EP -> +1 (11 total)\nGrasping Appendage (Tails): + 2 (5 total)\n\nTechnology:\nSimple Tools: + 2 (2 total)\n\nSpecial abilities:\nPersuasion: + 2 (8 total)\n " }, { "author": "RationalGoblin", "message": " The Yas \n\nSo far, the Yas are if not comfortable, are surviving decently enough. They prefer to stay in their caves, even though their lives are not easy there, because they know the caves. The Yas refuse to get involved with anything unless they know enough about it.\n\nThe communication between the Yas reveals that, as always, there is nothing much that can harm them.\n\nStill, they spend some of their time communicating developing their language, and sharing new ideas, so thats a plus.\n\nAlso, they share techniques on mushroom cultivating, benefiting the species as a whole.\n\nBut the most extraordinary thing is, they find a small patch of the intelligence-increasing Goldwater. Very small. Barely enough for one Yas to sip. They decide to let the youngest adult Yas, a fellow named Whitewing for his well, white wings, intending to watch the free entertainment of Whitewing being basically omniscient (though they don't know that) for a little while, then mentally deflating as he loses his immense intelligence. Suprisingly, he doesn't seem to lose the intelligence. He still flew around in the happy daze the drinkers of Goldwater always did. So, the other Yas waited. And waited. When he didn't show any signs of letting up, the Yas finally started listening to what he had to say. He claimed that he could sense where the Goldwater was. The Yas, again decided to humor Whitewing, and followed him, taking the few mushrooms they had at their previous meeting place as a snack.\n\nExtraordinarily, Whitewing was right. The Yas found a cave they hadn't before, and it was filled with a massive lake of Goldwater. Needless to say, they began planting mushrooms immediately so they could stay there. When they drank the Goldwater, the other Yas did not seem to permanently gain intelligence, like Whitewing, but they did gain the ability to sense Goldwater. Needless to say, Whitewing was hailed as a hero, and became a kind of chief to the Yas.\n\nUnfortunately for the Yas, many of their mushrooms failed or became poisonous, so it wasn't all good.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn One: 10 EP\n\nAttributes:\nBrains: 2 EP -> + 2 (10 total)\nLanguage: 1 EP -> +3 (7 total)\nMushroom Cultivation + 2 (6 total)\n\n\nSpecial abilities:\nSense Goldwater +3 (3 total)\n\nResource: Goldwater Lake: (Does whatever the GM thinks is appropriate, methinks. If it isn't appropriate at all, ignore the entire post.)\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Solons \n\nFor my own convenience in tracking, i'll always post a 'before', tracking my races stats before this turn.\n \n Spoiler \n\nBrains : 4 - Not terribly intelligent individually, Solons are at least smart enough to cooperate\nStrength : 4 - Pack hunters, not individually dangerous\nToughness : 7 - Solons, given food, will recover from nearly any injury.\nAgility : 5 - Agile enough..\nGrasping Appendages : 2 - Solons have rudimentary fingers on their forlegs which they use to drag corpses.\nLanguage : 2 - Solons vocal communication is extremely rudimentary\nRudimentary Hivemind : 6 - Solon packs act as an individual of many parts at short distances, at long distances they use their vocals.\nBacterial Reproduction : 6 - Solons themselves are actually extremely colonies of extremely specialized bacteria. As such, any surplus of food becomes new solons.\n\nSolons have no memories of their earlier ancestors. This is their history.\n\nOne day the first one started moving. It ate, budded, it was two. Now it is many. And the many are not all the same. It can be (6, number concepts still unknown), but more than that is too noisy, it becomes many again (cannot have a group of more than 6 at this point).\n\nAppearance : With roughly the body plan of a dog, Solons are pale grey, moist, and covered in black rigid patches. Their 'heads' are covered in round black beads, and they have small cilia growing in a frond on their necks and backs. Their front and back limbs are covered from about halfway down with the stiff material, though the front limbs have segmented 'fingers' arranged just above the base of the limb.\n\nTheir diet is anything easily digestable. Bugs, berries, fecal matter, animals, dead animals...\n\nThe land :\nA big, swampy valley filled with unmoving muggy air, their environment is (by our standards)overwhelmingly hot, and terribly humid. Fire is an impossibility, and decay is everywhere. At one end of the valley is a river, which must run close to a volcanic vent, as it is warm already. Frequently, dead fish will be found floating in the river (the river is fed by an offshoot of a much larger river, everything here is evolved to the high sulphur content in the water).\n\nFood grows everywhere in the fertile soil. The squelchy, muddy, nearly impassible soil.\n\nEase of travel : 1\nFood and Water : 10\nNatural Resources : 3\nSafety : 6\n \n\n\nAand mah hero, well... hero(s), Prime.\n\nPrime units 1-2 and 3-4 split herds, make hunt easy. Prime grows to 6, still has more food. Prime makes subprime herd. Prime decide, not leave subprime alone, alone make lonely. Prime Concentrate on split, makes new prime different! level up music\n\nAs a whole, the race becomes smarter and tougher, as well as slightly stronger and faster. New herds can be seen forming of 8 members, slightly out-performing the 6 member herds, both individually and counted as groups.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ngeneral improvements :\n2 ep brains\n1 ep str\n2 ep tough\n1 ep agility\n2 ep ability : Hivemind\n1 ep ability : Bacterial Reproduction\n1 ep technology : Hivemind tactics\n " }, { "author": "Khosan", "message": " Skali \n\nAhh, Spring. Spring meant food was going to be plentiful, what with all the plants beginning to grow and animals trying to find mates. A lone Skali male, distinguishable from the others only by his more lazy predisposition, sat with his tail up against a tree with his hide tinged a brownish colour, trying to look like a rather large root. It was effective enough, nothing was bothering him.\n\n Gurgle \n\nHungry. He looked around for anything immediately edible, which was nothing; he'd eaten all the plants and easy prey within a five tree radius over the past weeks.\n\nThen he saw his first chance at real food. It was one of the tree-climbers, a large one too, it would provide food for a few days until it began to rot. Even more fortunately, it was coming directly at him; probably planning on climbing the tree he was sat up against. Catching it was going to be easy, with how the stupid thing was acting. Just a matter of knocking it over and crushing the neck.\n\nAs it turned out, not even that was needed. The climber was being chased by a female Skali, and with some very lucky timing, both of the Skali hit the climber's chest at the same time, crushing its chest and killing it instantly. On the downside, it gave the victors a nasty headache. They raised their sails in agitation at one another briefly, but quickly calmed down as their situation set in. Spring. Food. Male and a Female.\n\nEventually, this sort of behavior led to packs becoming common amongst the Skali (resulting in more advanced methods of communication). Ambushing became more prevalent, as a result of their increasing ability to blend into their environment. Finally, their skulls began to thicken as more ramming incidents took place.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Toughness +1 EP, to 5.\n Language +3 EP, to 5.\n Natural Camouflage +2 EP, to 6.\n Pack Mentality +4 EP, to 4.\n " }, { "author": "Rarkasha", "message": " Kitani \n\nIt was a good day for hunting. Karis and Choran loped from one of the higher, safer forests where many of the Kitani lived, down the rocks to the valley nearby. Inside were the larger, more dangerous predators, but also the ones who carried the most meat.\n\n\"Be calm, Karis,\" said Choran, the older one, bracingly, as they stalked the forest floor.\n\n\"But this is... exciting,\" said Karis,\" I just want to do well.\"\n\n\"You will do fine, but if you let the cold ones find you rather than the other way around, you will not do well at all,\" said Choran, not bothering to add the danger in that statement. The \"cold ones\" were the collective naming for the reptiles the Kitani met. They could tell they were somewhat similar, but that the bodies were colder, thus the name. The two Kitani spotted one of their distant relatives now. Karis managed to stay quiet and nodded Choran. He carried a wooden spear he had sharpened with a chunk of obsidian, and he used it to goad the hissing reptile, keeping it at bay. Meanwhile, the older Kitani snuck up for the kill, laying it about with a blow to the head with a rock.\n\n\"Excellent,\" said Choran,\" Taren will be pleased.\"\n\n\"How come he does not hunt anymore, Choran?\"\n\n\"He is too old now... I think he is best where he is, leading our people...\" With that, they lift the corpse back to their home.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n2EP to Brains: 9\n1EP to Strength: 4\n2EP to Language: 8\n2EP to Sharp Tools: 6\n3EP to Spears: 3+3: 6 (sharp tools fashioning the spears is 50%)\n " }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "10 ep except the Yas.\n\nThe age of dicovery.\n\nThe Yas:\n\nOne lone Yas one of the most greedy saw the outline of darkness, the darkness looked at the Yas, a female Yas voice spoke from the darkness. \"What is your greatest desire?\"\n\nThe Solons:\n\nYou come upon a large stone chute at an unseen before fertile piece of land, the chute seems to go in the ground, so far unexplored.\n\nThe Skali:\n\nThe Skali come across a man made hollow stone hill, as of yet thier hasn't been a way to get into it." }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Solons \n\nFor my own convenience in tracking, i'll always post a 'before', tracking my races stats before this turn, as well as keeping all my history, for easy reading and such.\n \n Spoiler \n\nBrains : 6 - Not terribly intelligent individually, Solons are at least smart enough to cooperate\nStrength : 5 - Pack hunters, not individually dangerous\nToughness : 9 - Solons, given food, will recover from nearly any injury.\nAgility : 6 - Agile enough..\nGrasping Appendages : 2 - Solons have rudimentary fingers on their forlegs which they use to drag corpses.\nLanguage : 2 - Solons vocal communication is extremely rudimentary\nRudimentary Hivemind : 8 - Solon packs act as an individual of many parts at short distances, at long distances they use their vocals.\nBacterial Reproduction : 7 - Solons themselves are actually colonies of extremely specialized bacteria. As such, any surplus of food becomes new solons.\n\nTactics :\nHivemind tactics(hunting) : 1 - Solons are learning to use their hivemind to hunt together.\n\nSolons have no memories of their earlier ancestors. This is their history.\n\nTurn 0 :\nOne day the first one started moving. It ate, budded, it was two. Now it is many. And the many are not all the same. It can be (6, number concepts still unknown), but more than that is too noisy, it becomes many again (cannot have a group of more than 6 at this point).\n\nStart Game : Turn 1\nPrime units 1-2 and 3-4 split herds, make hunt easy. Prime grows to 6, still has more food. Prime makes subprime herd. Prime decide, not leave subprime alone, alone make lonely. Prime Concentrate on split, makes new prime different! level up music\n\nAs a whole, the race becomes smarter and tougher, as well as slightly stronger and faster. New herds can be seen forming of 8 members, slightly out-performing the 6 member herds, both individually and counted as groups.\ngeneral improvements : \n Spoiler \n\n2 ep brains\n1 ep str\n2 ep tough\n1 ep agility\n2 ep ability : Hivemind\n1 ep ability : Bacterial Reproduction\n1 ep technology : Hivemind tactics\n \n\n\nAppearance : With roughly the body plan of a dog, Solons are pale grey, moist, and covered in black rigid patches. Their 'heads' are covered in round black beads, and they have small cilia growing in a frond on their necks and backs. Their front and back limbs are covered from about halfway down with the stiff material, though the front limbs have segmented 'fingers' arranged just above the base of the limb.\n\nTheir diet is anything easily digestable. Bugs, berries, fecal matter, animals, dead animals...\n \n\nThe land :\nA big, swampy valley filled with unmoving muggy air, their environment is (by our standards)overwhelmingly hot, and terribly humid. Fire is an impossibility, and decay is everywhere. At one end of the valley is a river, which must run close to a volcanic vent, as it is warm already. Frequently, dead fish will be found floating in the river (the river is fed by an offshoot of a much larger river, everything here is evolved to the high sulphur content in the water).\n\nFood grows everywhere in the fertile soil. The squelchy, muddy, nearly impassible soil.\n\nEase of travel : 1\nFood and Water : 10\nNatural Resources : 3\nSafety : 6[/spoiler]\n\nAand mah hero, well... hero(s), Prime #2 (previously subprime).\n\nSubprime group observed. He knew. His pack was different. Why? He didn't know. Carefully walking to the tube, he considered. Darkness. He thought. He remembered. Birth. Directed change by the Prime before him. Hm. Change... Birth change? Birth change again? His 8 gathered closely, all 7 touching the chosen unit. In deep focus, they concentrated. Ordered their partner...\n\n*!!PAIN!!!* Reeling from the agony they had started, they calmed themselves. The selected unit had collapsed. 2 guarded, 5 hunted. Food was found. Brought. The one was changing! Fed. Changed. Larger eyes, longer cilia along the back. Bobbing their heads in excitement...\n\nOver the next several days, they create the change in all members of the Prime Group, then carefully enter the depths...\n\nMeanwhile, careful observers had seen what occurred. The knowledge spread... We can change ourselves! Due to the pain involved, the technique is only used in cases of obvious need.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ngeneral improvements :\n1 ep brains\n1 ep str\n1 ep tough\n1 ep agility\n1 ep appendages : slightly more efficient\n0 ep ability : Hivemind\n2 ep ability : Bacterial Reproduction\n\nTactics :\n1 ep technology : Hivemind tactics (Hunting)\n\nBiotechnology :\n2 ep technology : Change Selves\n " }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "They Krylf: After a storm a new cave that was full of rotton fish was discovered.\n\nThe solons: In the chute the solons can see a small four wheeled cart." }, { "author": "Khosan", "message": " Skali \n\nWith the advent of packs, leaders among the Skali began to make an appearance, usually the fastest or strongest one in a pack. The most recent leader enjoyed a new development, a name. Or something as close to a name as they could manage. Without any complex vocal cords, the Skali had taken advantage of their ability to change colours as a way to easily distinguish one from another. This particular leader was known as Black to the others.\n\nBlack was a leader not just because he was stronger than the rest, but because he was also smarter than most others, or so he thought. It was his firm belief that if they had nests like the tree-climbers, they would have an easier time raising their young, who were something of a nuisance when the pack was hunting. Unfortunately, he couldn't climb trees, nor could he find the trees the nests grew in. Black, rather annoyed by the first development, decided that if he couldn't get up there to see what one was like, he would bring one down to him. It took some time and a headache, but after an hour of ramming a tree, one of the nests finally fell, revealing an unconscious tree-climber (that would later become lunch) and the secret behind the nests.\n\nIt was remarkable.\n\nThe tree-climbers had used dead leaves and vines to... make this nest. Black could only barely comprehend what it was, but glorious realization slowly dawned upon his already sore head. The nests didn't grow , the tree-climbers took a bunch of useless things and made them useful. It was a brand new concept to him and it felt overwhelming. Black refused to let the opportunity pass, and he was determined to not be made a fool of by a bunch of meaty, succulent tree-climbers.\n\nIn a number of days, Black had a very basic grasp of the concept, and it took him several moments to convince himself that dead, inedible objects could have some kind of purpose. Then they found something. It was large, smooth, and made of stone. More importantly, it was only a shell, like some kind of giant, stony egg. Black was convinced they had to find a way inside this egg. Eggs were always good food, and Black had a sneaking suspicion that he could make the useless outside husk into something useful once it had been emptied of its eggy goodness.\n\nThey rammed, they scratched, they tried to dig, all at Black's demand that they open it up.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll save a couple points for after the reveal of what happens to the man-made structure. I have a couple ideas for how their evolution can go depending on what happens.\n\n Strength +1 EP, to 4.\n Brain +5 EP, to 10.\n Language +1 EP, to 6.\n Natural Camouflage +1 EP, to 7.\n " }, { "author": "RationalGoblin", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n 10 ep except the Yas.\n\nThe age of dicovery.\n\nThe Yas:\n\nOne lone Yas, one of the most greedy saw the outline of darkness, the darkness looked at the Yas, a female Yas voice spoke from the darkness. \"What is your greatest desire?\" \n \n\nThe greedy Yas, a fellow named Longclaw, thinks for a moment, then answers the voice.\n\n\"My greatest desire? I want to be one with the Goldwater, to be bask forever in it's power!\"\n\n(OOC: Obviously less sophisticated, but you get the point)" }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "Yas: The woman of darkness spoke, \"If I give you that will you give me worship. I will also help you become the leader.\"\n\nSkali: It prooved to be invulnerable until the ground around it was hit too much then a burst of freezing air came out and a hole was formed.\n(What do you want in it?)" }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Solons \n\nAfter carefully inspecting the cart (it moves so easily! is it alive? doesn't taste like it.. circular things attached by a stick, strange. Tastes long-dead. Dead thing that moves easily?), they explore the rest of the cave.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nhow intelligent are we so far? for rp-purposes, how intelligent is a rat ? a dog? a chimp? a human?\n \n\n\nooc edit : \n Spoiler \n don't think its a turn, more like just roleplay opportunity. i'm sure you'll get yours soon, no worries :)\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \n wait so is this another turn for everyone or just the races specified?\n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nLord Asmodeus, these aren't extra turns! They are just roleplaying opportunities, complete with discovery of gods, rescources, new enemies...etc.etc. I'll get a post up soon, I swear!\n " }, { "author": "Lord_Asmodeus", "message": " The Zerajal \n\nThe Zerajal become more curious, and several venture outside the forest, until eventually a whole tribe forms outside the forest, known as the Dwellers Outside to the forest dwellers and The Plainlings to themselves. These Zerajal ventured into an area of large plains, and they developed new tactics to fit life in the plains, and as a result of their expansion they meet more beings of other races than before.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ok I'm going to add\n +2 brains for a total of 8\n +2 Language total of 6\n +2 weapons-axes and spears total of 4\n +2 tactics: stalking\n +2 tactics herding\n +2 strength total of 10 (i believe)\n " }, { "author": "Khosan", "message": " Skali \n\nBlack raised his sail in triumph as the massive stone egg finally opened up. This would mean food for weeks! Black seized the moment and dashed toward the crack, mouth agape as he prepared to shove a few mouthfuls of sweet, creamy egg down his gullet.\n\nBut there were no mouthfuls of food. Nothing you'd find in an egg anyway. It was dark, chilly, and there was, oddly, a flat surface to walk on inside the egg. Black couldn't identify anything, it was all distinctly...Alien. There were corners and angles and straight edges that made the Skali feel uncomfortable. This did not keep them from wrecking the place in a search for edible items. One of the Skali gave a good whack to a white box that appeared to contain another Skali, and as it turned out it did not. Instead, the general atmosphere of the place began to change: the temperature rose by a few degrees, the smell of the place became notably different, vision became wavy and distorted, and the Skali inside felt a great deal sleepier.\n\nAnd sleep they did, but it was nothing like their ordinary sleep. It was filled with strange sights and sounds, but it was still comforting in a way. Black was rather content with his discovery, and insisted that everyone sleep within the stony egg with no complaints.\n\nThe gas did, eventually, run out and ceased to fill the area, but by then the Skali had moved in permanently and used it as a hub for sleeping, hunting, reproducing and every day life in general. The inside of the building itself inspired Black to try and make something similar out of rocks and wood, much like the boxes he found inside it initially.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLast two points left over:\n Toughness +1 EP, to 6 (if sleeping in a room filled with natural gas doesn't make you tougher...)\n Housing +1 EP, to 1 (nothing more than flimsy huts with the exception of the one they found)\n \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI've just been going at it in a matter that seems appropriate. In my mind, the Skali are just below Homo Erectus in terms of intelligence, as they're only just grasping how things work (if Homo Erectus were more predatory hunters than scavengers). Granted they'll go up a number of pegs after this round.\n\nJust have fun with whatever you think is good.\n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " The Quil'Iarth'Na \n\nQuil'Zar'Ha was pleased.\n\nNot only was he the new chief of his pack, but although it was early yet in his reign, his people were already prospering.\n\nHis new hunt techniques, of staying camouflaged and aiming for the joints, had had the major effect of increasing the pack's red meat intake, as they were eating larger and larger kills from higher and higher up the food chain. This meant that the pack was getting a lot smarter, stronger, and tougher from all the protein and iron contained within the tribe's latest kills.\n\nThis was the beginning of a new age for the Quil'Iarth'Na...\n\nSuddenly, a voice cried out, interrupting his dreamy reverie.\n\n\" See Jump-Claw! Big Jump-Claw! What do? \" It was the voice of Quil'Zar'Taj, one of Quil'Zar'Ha's most trusted scouts.\n\n\" Hide. Leaf-roll. All attack when me attack. Go! \"\n\nAt these words, the whole pack springs into action. Meat is hidden, burrows are covered, and all members hide, be they strong or be they frail.\n\nWhen at last the Jump-Claw (Smallish Forest Lion) saunters into the clearing, it is with no awareness of its fate. It paces around, sniffs at the air, and then curls up on the ground.\n\nA few tense seconds later, a volley of quills arcs into the air. This is soon followed by many other volleys, forming a rain of black death falling down from the sky.\n\nMany miss, both those that hit do their work. The Jump-Claw is immobilised with the first volley, and dead with the second. With in second that ravenous Quil'Iarth'Na pack descends upon the freshly killed beast, hungry for blood.\n\nIt is a good day, and the kill was celebrated by all.\n\nAt night, while the rest of the Quil'Zar pack sleep off their food, Quil'Zar'Ha stays awake, staring into the moonlight and thinking This not so hard... \n \n Spoiler \nTurn two: 10 EP.\nAttributes:\nBrains: +2\nStrength: +3\nToughness: +3\n\nTechnology:\nTactics: Crippling Strikes +3\n " }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "10 ep\n\nRats and dogs are around five.\n\nRP:\nQuil'Iarth'Na: 0.3\nSkali: 0.3\nThe Zerajal 0.1\nSolons 0.1\nYas 0.1\n\nSolons: As they go through the caves they come to an area with a hole in the roof and a river with a bridge on.\n\nThe Zerajal: At the planes they can see them selves at the edge of a swamp and a forest. They can also see a hole and an item that is too covered with weeds to tell what it is.\n\nThe Quil'Iarth'Na: They find that a river near the edge of thier land has become gold." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nExcuse me Emperor, but what do you mean by \"Rats and dogs are around five\"?\n " }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "I meant they had around 5 in int. Looking back that was completely unclear." }, { "author": "Oblomovism", "message": " The Klujnkt \n\nEventually it came to pass that Loktcca the Sage passed away (they say he was so immersed in his own (primitive) thoughts that he did not even notice as he fell down to the forest floor).\n\nNeedles to say, this time was a turbulent one for the society of the Klujnkt: bereft of their answers to their questions, some suggested a regime of even more stict isolation, devoted to pure thought.\n\nThe leader of this group was one called 'Njon-Locktc' (the second part of his name being a reference to the former character), who cited disocveries such as a symbolic number system (arrived at through much time spent visualising such things, by many Klujnkt) as a clear indicator of the virtues of such a manner of lifestyle.\n\nThe antipode to this was another Klujnkt named 'Vorijl' (the name itself being an intentional break with tradition, by not including a clicking sound in it). Vorijl advocated a cultural lifestyle that, whilst not being a great shift, certainly differed quite a lot; she argued that they should put more effort into using their knowledge and abilities to attempt to subdue the other creatures in the environs, so that they might expand their culture.\n\nFinally it came to an epic (at least in terms of what the culture had thus far experienced) battle...of the respective locutary capabilities of these two figureheads. They thoroughly debated the positions, in as best a way as the language would allow\n\nMany other Klujnkt gathered round to spectate, as volley after volley of crafted words and gestures and the images thereby invoked were cast around.\n\n[not finished]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn Two: 10 EP\n\nAbilities:\nBrain: 2 EP -> + 1 (total 12)\nLanguage: 2 EP -> + 1 (total 12)\n\nTechnology:\nMathematics: + 3 (Total: 3)\n " }, { "author": "Rarkasha", "message": " Kitani \n\nThe Kitani begin to consolidate and form communities. Following the oldest and wisest among them, Taren, each small patch of forest has it's own set of senior Kitani making sure food is found and the younger Kitani learn how to hunt properly. However, they all communicate when possible, though this is limited to the occasional party of fit, healthy Kitani, who are generally busy enough hunting anyhow.\n\nMales and females work together without much prejudice, as there isn't much difference in their physiology other than appearance. Mentally, males tend to be inquisitive, passionate, and active. Females are more laid-back and dependable, though they're just as curious about the world around them.\n\nAs the seasons wear on, the Kitani become ever stronger, but don't utilize their new skills as much as they could. However, having explored more of the land around them, and trying to categorize the things they find, they realize the need for a safer environment, and more supplies in order to have time to learn.\n\n \n Spoiler \n+3EP to Brains:11\n+2 EP to Strength: 6\n+2 EP to Agility: 8\n+2 EP to Sharp Tools: 8\n+1 EP to Toughness: 8\n " }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": " The Quil'Iarth'Na \n\nQuil'Zar'Ha was bemused. And this made him afraid.\n\nAll was going well, as Quil'Zar'Ha had implemented a caste sytem to organise his tribe. This caste system, although simple, was very useful as it allowed different members of the rapidly growing Quil'Zar tribe to focus on their strengths. Of course, all members still carried the older skills, and still could function as hunter in a pinch. The three castes, and their current focus, are: The Scout Caste, focusing on speed and stealth; the Warrior Caste, focusing on strength and tactics; and the Inventor Caste, who had recently developed sharp rocks to skin kills. Each caste had it's distinctive ornamentation: The Scout Caste always had leaves pinned to their spines for camouflage, the Warrior Caste were always wearing bit of beast hide on their spikes to look intimidating, and the Inventor Caste would all be dressed completely differently, as they are the most eclectic and random of the castes.\n\nThis ambience of discovery and organisation was soon shattered by the arrival of the obviously flustered master of the Scout Caste, Quil'Zar'Taj, arrived with strange news: \" The Quil'Har'Ta river has turned into a shiny yellow thing! \"\n\nShortly after hearing the news, Quil'Zar'Ha and a few fellow members of the Inventor Caste leave for the river, guarded by a contingent of the Warrior Caste.\n\nUpon arrival at the river, Quil'Zar'Ha proceeds to grab a stick and poke the shiny substance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTurn Three: 10 EP\n\nI am adding ten EP to each of the three different castes. Any given Quil'Iarth'Na has a 1 in 3 chance of being from any specific caste.\n\n Scout Caste :\nAttributes:\nAgility +4\n\nTechnology:\nTactics: Camouflage (Stealth) +3\nTactics: Sneak (Stealth) +3\n\n Warrior Caste \nAttributes:\nStrength +2\nToughness +2\n\nTechnology:\nTactics: Crippling Strikes +3\nTactics: Pack Hunting +3\n\n Inventor Caste \nAttributes:\nBrain +4\n\nTechnology:\nTools: Stone Cutters +3\nSkinning +3\n " }, { "author": "Emperor Demonking", "message": "The Quil'Iarth'Na: The gold water seems just like water so far." }, { "author": "Altharis", "message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nNotice to all players: Today is my last day of internet access for a week to ten days. I will do a massive catch-up post as soon as I get back. Don't think I'm abandoning these little guys. So please do not try to contact them/throw suprises at them/attack them before I have a chance to catch up.\n " }, { "author": "Jael_Darkwood", "message": " Solons \n\nTracking Start of Turn :\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nBrains : 7 - Solons are becomming swiftly more intelligent.\nStrength : 6 - Pack hunters, fairly dangerous individually\nToughness : 10 - Solon are very hardy, rarely taking damage. Additionally, they can heal from near-fatal wounds.\nAgility : 7 - Agile and speedy.\nGrasping Appendages : 3 - Solons fingers have developed, and are now capable of powerful grasping and lifting.\nLanguage : 2 - Solons vocal communication is extremely rudimentary\n\nRudimentary Hivemind : 8 - Solon packs act as an individual of many parts at short distances, at long distances they use their vocals.\n\nBacterial Reproduction : 9 - Solons themselves are actually colonies of extremely specialized bacteria. As such, any surplus of food becomes new solons.\n\nTactics :\nHivemind tactics(hunting) : 2 - Solons are learning to use their hivemind to hunt together.\n\nTechnology :\n\nSelf Change : 2 - Solons can customise their own bodies to deal with new situations.\n \n\nSolons Turn 3 :\n\nPrime-of-the-Dark was curious. And a little fearful. Hesitating in the cave, one of Darkprime went back. At the cave entrance, another herd sat, curiously waiting for Prime to return. This group was named Chysis, after a plant in the area. Prime hesitated. How to share the discoveries? Their language is not complex enough for the 'wagon', or for the 'new land' concepts.\n\nAh, inspiration strikes. Prime exchanged a unit with Chysis! Not only did he share the knowledge of the cave, but he learned of what his people had been doing! His unit 8 hooted, requesting that Chysis accompany him. Hooting back, Chysis agreed.\n\nCautiously, the 16 Solons explore the jungle, practicing their tactics on the new prey animals found within. After bringing down a large plant-eater, they grow a new proto-herd, naming it Sync. Sending it back with new instructions, they begin, for the first time, to use their Hive-Mind as a method of quick information sharing.\n\nThe new proto-herd goes back. It trades a member with two herds. each of the two herds sends out two members, and trades with a further 4 herds. Quickly, knowledge of the cave, of the jungle, of the wagon propagate throughout the Solon race. With the invention of hive sharing comes a new level of co-operation on hunts.\n\nThough hunting as the opportunity comes, Darkprime and Chysis are also roaming freely, exploring this new land. Hooting softly to each other, they explore happily. Their originating swamp is quickly becomming overpopulated with Solons. As the ones with the information, they can also spread their choices through the transfer. Darkprime and Chysis agree. There is a need for overall leadership. And an opportunity for power.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLanguage - 1 ep, communication between hiveminds without exchange of members.\n\nRudimentary Hivemind - 1 ep\n\nHivemind Tactics(hunting) - 3 ep, this tech will benefit from rudimentary Hivemind, 50%\n\nHivemind Government(Tribal) - 2 ep, this tech will benefit from Rudimentary Hivemind 50%, Hivemind T(hunting) 25%\n\nBacterial Reproduction - 1 ep\n\nChange Self - 1 ep, this tech will benefit from bacterial reproduction, 50%\n \n\n\nEdit : Withdrawing from game." } ]
[ { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "The Meeting:\n\nYou all recieve a message, from fate, from legend, from your housekeeper, from your pet; the message indicates in some way that you are to go to a particular place at a particular time.\n\nArriving at the meeting location, you notice first all the regular patrons; coffee drinkers, people booking trips, employees running the locale. Everything seems normal, everything seems mortal. Then a man catches your attention. He waves at you from where he is sitting, alone at a small table.\n\nHe is wearing a blue and silver airline uniform. The name tag reads: Paulo Swift. Approximately 6 feet tall, a middle-aged caucasian he looks like an athlete, someone who keeps his body in top physical condition. His uniform is immaculate, his short cropped hair freshly washed. He looks very calm, and has a small pamphlet lying in front of him.\n\nAs you approach, he stands up and extends a hand in greeting. \"Welcome <insert your name here>. You are no doubt wondering exactly what this is all about. My name is Paulo, and my father is Hermes.\" He pauses. \"You and I have one very important thing in common; we both have a divine parent. Yours has requested that you attend a gathering in Canada. Every so often there are new Scions. Rarely, there are a number of new Scions in the world at the same time. When this happens, the Gods sometimes form the Scions into a group; a unit with which to fight the Titans directly on Earth.\"\n\"Your parent wishes you to form such a unit.\"\n\n{Mercedes (Jannex): You are about to have breakfast one morning, when your doorbell rings. When you answer the door Paulo is standing at attention before you, the pamphlet folded under one arm. \"Hello Mercedes. My name is Paulo Swift. And yes, we are siblings. Dad told me about you yesterday, so this news is as confusing to me as it undoubtedly is to you. However, as much as I'd like to chat and get to know you, Dad has asked that you be his representive amongst a new band of Scions that are forming.\" (As you will probably want to have a personal chat with Paulo, go right ahead, but we're going to do it in an OOC thread; if you'd like please just start such a thread, and post a link to it in this thread)\n\n\"Hades has found an item that holds properties hitherto unknown, even to the Gods. However, he doesn't have the resources to solve it's mystery himself. So he has asked the other Gods for help, and in response they have chosen you, and a number of others, to do this.\"\n\n\"Hades Scion, a coroner named Mark Young, has the item in a small town called Pembroke, in Canada. I'll be flying to the capital of Ottawa, and from there you'll arrange to get yourself to Pembroke. He will show you the item, and from there, your team will decide what to do.\"\n\nPaulo pushes the pamphlet toward you. \"These are your tickets to get to my plane. The airport staff are expecting you, and will direct you to the proper area of the airport. This may seem strange to you, but just as Hermes is the messenger of the Gods, I have become the messenger unto the Scions of the Gods. As such, I must be able to get anywhere in the world, quickly, efficiently, and without undo notice. While with me, you will be under my protection.\" {Derek Hunt (Kentmagus) you recognize this man. He is reknowned for being one of the best civilian pilots in the world, and is also known for attempting seemingly suicidal rescue missions.}\n\n\"Khufu, Bast is extremely curious as to the exact nature of this item and what is going on.\"\n\"Megan, Susan-O wants you travelling, and wants you to make sure that everything is done in the proper style.\"\n\"Shan, Sun Wukong apparently thinks that the item is directly related to the Titans; not enough of the other Gods are convinced, so he wants a personal represenatitive there.\"\n\"Andrew, Tyr only sent me a message. Apparently he has a very personal reason to be involved, and he wants you to know.\"\n\"Erina, your mother was the only Goddess of the group who did not request you personally. Freya apparently could not be reached at all recently, and it was Tyr who asked for you.\"\n\"Mercedes, Dad for various reasons has been forbidden from sending me on any missions by the other Gods. But he really wants to know what is going on, and many times the Gods won't tell him. (For instance, Hades hasn't actually told anyone what the item is, although I believe Tyr knows.)\"\n\"Derek, Freyr asked that you go, as he believes that your skill as a pilot will be invaluable. Apparently Hades will be requiring a plane to be supplied by Hermes Airlines (my company), and I am not available to be the pilot.\"" }, { "author": "Naotic Cheutral", "message": "\"Travel, huh?\" Megan flashes an infectious grin. \"I'd been planning to take some time to kick back and get used to all of this, but this just sounds too fun to pass up. You tell that bastard of a father of mine,\" she uses the insult in a friendly manner, as if she's simply harassing an old friend of hers, \"that I'm in, but only if he isn't gonna hog all the credit.\"\n\nSure, Canada wasn't exactly a far-off land of mystique, but something that even gods couldn't identify--well, that promised to be interesting, one way or the other. Besides, what better way to get used to her new powers than to see just how she was going to be using them?" }, { "author": "Stick_Ninja", "message": "Kyle was enjoying the morning, still in bed of course, when Mau jumped on his chest. Groaning, Kyle tried to remove the feline, but Mau spoke up. \"Wake, child. There is a message you must be given.\" Sighing, and complaining (loudly), Kyle got up and dressed. Eating quickly and telling his dad that he was off to go exploring, Kyle and Mau went off into Cairo.\n\nArriving at the designated location, Kyle saw the man waving at him. After his introduction Kyle was a bit unnerved, as the whole child-of-a-god thing was still a little new to him, but he looked at the pamphlet while Paulo kept talking. When Kyle's birthname was brough up, he winced slightly, but then forgot about it when Bast was mentioned. Sighing, he nodded and said, \"Well, I can't dissapoint Mom, now can I?\" He sounded reluctant, but by now his own natural curiosity was kicking in, so the hesitation wasn't truly heartfelt.\n\nHe left the place and spent a few hours shopping, thinking of a good way to tell his father he was going to Canada. Eh, what the hell? School doesn't start for a few more months and it might be fun to get to know others like me... " }, { "author": "kentmagus", "message": "The doorbell rang. Derek looked at his latest female companion, a delightful mixture of dark-haired American Indian/Asian. He turned to shift and work his way free. The girl's arm shifted the wrong way and locked him into place. He struggled to free himself without waking the girl under the blanket.\n\"What have we here?\" Skirnir grinned as he walked through the walls of the apartment. From experience, he knew that the girl could not hear or see Skirnir or him while they talked.\n\"Your mother and father never had this talk with you?When and a man and a woman like each other very much...\"\n\"They get themselves locked up in a tangle so they can't answer a doorbell?\"\n\"I'll have you know that I have gotten free from worse tangles than this one. Jealous husbands, enraged sons, and beautiful women the world over can verify this. \"\n\"In that case, you'll be able to get out of this tangle on your own. It's really a new tangle I came to talk to you about. You're to go to the LaGuardia Airport. It's highly likely that you've been activated as Frey's chosen agent on earth and you'll need to move fast as I'm sure you know. Have fun liberating yourself. \" Skirnir walked through the wall. Derek thought Skirnir had been off his game for the day.\nWhen the woman woke up, the only thing in a room was a note.\n\nDerek nodded. Paulo Swift was known for going on mercy flights that were just short of impossible, but he was a civilian pilot. Derek had been taught in the United States Air Force and they did teach how to fight in a disarmed plane. The general consensus was \"Be faster. \"\n\"They needed the best.. \" Derek leaned back.\nHe considered the possibility that Paulo Swift had been killed and replaced by a Titan agent.\n\"Most popular plane in the United States is the Cessna 172. One of the planes I trained on was the military variant of the Cessna 172. Is your plane related to that?\" Derek asked. The answer he was looking for was the T-41 Mescalero\n\"Something that could fit the entire group and have armaments and speed would be better. \" He finished. He would like a better plane than a four-seat single-engine plane." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=65885 \n " }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{Anyone who wishes to respond to the first post, go ahead and do so, I'm not worried if the post order isn't exactly right. Just mention it at the start of your post. This post assumes you all agree to go along.}\n\nAs each of you get to your respective airports, you are directed to a small hidden area, clearly not used much. Most likely it is a section specifically designed for private use, and it includes such perks as no security. Reaching the waiting room, there are about 15 seats scattered about, and the typical airport desk next to the glass doors leading to your plane.\n\nBehind the desk is a small woman, probably mexican. She wears the same blue and silver Paulo did, the uniform of Hermes Airlines. Her name tag reads 'Ohtli'. She appears rather bored, and is leaning on the desk, playing with her computer.\n\nThe plane outside looks very small. It probably holds 6 people and has 2 turbojet engines, one on each wing. The nose reminds you of a duck, and overall, it looks rather ugly. A set of stairs lead up to a hatch in front of the wings.\n\nAbout 5 minutes after you arrive, Ohtli see's something on her computer screen and looks over to you.\n\n\"Paulo finally got the plane ready to go. You can go on in now. The airport controller also really wants us to get moving so he can get back to his business of directing real planes.\" She spits something in a language you don't recognize, but sounds vaguely Spanish, and turns around and walks out the doors toward the plane.\n\n{This happens in about the same manner for everyone, except for Mercedes who arrives with Paulo, and is asked to wait in the waiting room with Ohtli until he gets the plane ready to go.}\n\nOnce onboard, the first thing you notice is that you were wrong about seating room. The plane holds 12 passengers. 7 of the seats have nametags tossed into the seat. Ohtli waits for you to enter the plane, then detaches the stairs and closes the hatch. She then zips forward into the cockpit.\n\nThe flight between each meeting is 10-45 minutes long, with about a half hour break at each stop. Anyone who needs to can get off the plane and grab a bite to eat or go to the bathroom during each stop. When the last of you (Derek and Andrew) are collected in New York, it is about 12:30, and various of you have probably lost most of your sense of time. The flight from New York to Ottawa is about 40 minutes, and the only thing you see of Ohtli or Paulo is Ohtli sticking her head out of the cockpit to yell \"Ok, we're flying again! None of you better be sick! Especially not you Mr. Air Force man!\" and then Paulo turning on the intercom \"We have finished all our scheduled pick-ups. Please, feel free to get to know each other; you'll probably be working together for some time now. Once we reach Ottawa, you'll have 1 day to hang about before you are expected in Pembroke. On the back of those pamphlets I gave you should be Mark's address. There's also the address of a bank I use when in Ottawa to convert money. Tell them you're from Hermes Airlines, and you won't get charged anything for using their bank.\"\n\nOne last thing most of you notice: When you were getting ready for the trip, you may have spent several hours buying things or getting things to the airport. But each stop after that only takes half an hour or so, and in fact Ohtli won't even allow you out of the waiting room; vending machine food and a bathroom, no sightseeing or touristing. You're not sure why you were given such a luxury, when everyone else was rushed." }, { "author": "WillWolf", "message": "He liked coffee, it was one of the few luxuries he lad left. He took a sip looked at th New York Times and continued to read. Surprisingly enough he looked rather well, considering that he had just been fired and his boss told him to go the airport. Apparently he brought too much bad publicity to the firm, but he had got disability pay for a good long while now, not that he needed it, but something about being attacked on the job just made people throw money to you if you had any of it. But he was going, somewhere, anywhere, it was just nice to go and if he had the money for it (and he did) than all is well.\n\nHe sighed awaiting some sort of sign, and the man waving at him was good enough of one.\n\n \"Hello\" \n \"Welcome Andrew. You are no doubt wondering exactly what this is all about. My name is Paulo, and my father is Hermes.\" \n \"Not so loud jeez,\" he looked at the various tables around him. He didn't need people announcing the fact that they were the sons of gods at the Kennedy airport.\n\nBut the man more or less plowed on.\n\n \"Fine, if ... Dad wants me to go than I will.\" \n\nOut of everything from the last part of his life, the fact that his dad was a relatively constant. If anything loosing his job meant nothing to the weight to being the giver of law to the Norse pantheon. He picked up his bags and carried on.\n\n[hr]\n\nHe and another man were the last in apparently. At the being told to entertain each other, he decided, that he might as well and turn to the nearest person and say: \"My name is Andrew.\" " }, { "author": "Naotic Cheutral", "message": "Megan arrived well ahead of time for the flight, pleased to discover that she didn't have to spend hours going through security checkpoints. She carried only the bare necessities, having long since gotten tired of hauling huge piles of luggage around. A rolling suitcase full of clothes, and a carry-on bag with a few dense novels and a coat that would let her go for a comfortable stroll in the arctic circle if need be--Canada was just a bit cooler than her usual haunts, and she'd long ago decided that there was no price too high for a really warm coat. Also at hand were her father's gifts, the katana hanging in its sheathe on her back and her hair in a simple ponytail, the kanzashi stuck in its base. While the weapon would be a pain to accomodate in a cramped little plane, she wasn't about to let it out of her sights until she was certain that nothing funny was going on.\n\nShe spent most of the early flight leafing through the novels, feigning interest in them... though mostly, she was taking the opportunity to steal peeks at her fellow fliers and hazard guesses about what their abilities were. Still, she remained quiet until the invitation to speak was issued--she was too familiar with how annoying being seated next to an overly-talkative passenger could be. Andrew's greeting, though, gave her an excuse to release hours of pent-up enthusiasm. \"Hey there!\" She gave him a broad smile and seized his hand in a hearty shake. \"Megan; nice to meet you. Where ya from?\"" }, { "author": "Stick_Ninja", "message": "Kyle had gone home to tell his father that he needed to go to Canada, which had gone over as well as it could've and him and Mau took the bus to the airport. There, the two waited for awhile, relaxing and then got on the plane, seeing that there were several others on it.\n\nSitting alone, but not very far from anyone, he took time to look at the others there. Turning to Mau, he asked, \"Are all of them children of gods, like me?\"\n\n\"Yes. And from several different pantheons, too. Interesting. Though, I don't see any others from your mother's...\" The two just continued on thier conversation. (Everyone else sees a college age kid and a cat holding a conversation. O.o)" }, { "author": "Rutee", "message": " Erina had taken the invitation with a minimum of ado, though the trip to and through the airport and gave her mind a peck of questions to ponder, as well as other thoughts. Mom must be doing something important... I'll at least try to find out what's going on here. I'm pretty sure that's what she'd want. She straightened her jacket unconsciously. I shouldn't have listened to Gustav. Seriously, why am I dressed like this? It's like... like I'm some sort of out of place rock star. If even that! The jacket had fairly oversized black buttons, left her midriff bare, and was clearly the type one wore for style, rather then for warmth, an observation punctuated by her pleated black skirt.\n\nShe spent the first few stops napping, waking up at the plane's landings, but quickly falling back asleep after takeoff. By the time the last person was picked up though, she stayed awake, though. I should probably get to know my Band-mates, actually.. hm, it's a shame I napped, come to think of it. Well, might as well fix it. ...Wait, what? Her attention was drawn by Kyle speaking to.. his cat? She tilted her head trying to figure out what was going on. \"Um, hello there.. were you speaking to anyone in particular?\" she asked, quite certain the lad was perhaps a bit touched.. " }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": "A young woman with short, wavy hair sits in one of the airplane seats, one leg bouncing involuntarily until she notices it and stops, not wanting to annoy her traveling companions. As soon as she stops thinking about it, of course, the leg starts bouncing again. She looks around curiously at the other people on the plane, but doesn't attempt to start a conversation until Paulo's voice over the intercom suggests that the passengers entertain one another. At that point, the girl turns to whichever of the other Scions is nearest and not already engaged in conversation, and smile brightly. \"Hi! I'm Mercedes.\" " }, { "author": "WillWolf", "message": "Well it was fairly obvious that this girl, was, well, she was a bit different. Truth be told he had no idea why he was on this mission, but it was nice to see someone who had biological parents for Gods. Looking around, he noticed that he appeared to be the oldest one here, he looked a bit, well, nervous. Most of the people here looked like they had just gotten into college, and here he was, just in his thirties. Yeah he looked young, but he almost got the feeling that they were going to go ask for him to go and buy booze for them all, but there was something to be said for youth.\n\nEven if that youth was rapidly shaking his hand. It was a bit, disconcerting, and he got the feeling that if he wasn't a god, or whatever, he would be on the ground nursing crushed bones. It must be hard to know this so young.\n\n \"Me too. I'm from New York, upstate, actually.\" Some people had very rough accents, Andrew's was quite suttle actually. \"Yourself?\" " }, { "author": "kentmagus", "message": "Paulo Swift and Derek Hunt fell into shoptalk for a few minutes, enough for Derek to confirm Paulo knew what he was talking about.\nHe made quite a sight in the private waiting room, wearing a carry-on knapsack, having stored what would be needed for what amounted to an overseas mission. He was the last one to be collected as he noticed the tags on the seats. There was only one seat left with a nametag which read Derek Hunt.\n\nHe promply made exaggerated throwing-up sounds for a second. Second thing he did was examine the intel for the mission, scanning the nametags, the pamphlet, the bank name and the address of the target. Mark Young was a coroner who had found a holy pagan item and resided in Pembroke, Canada. The landing site was Ottawa, Canada.\n\nOne of the guys sitting next to him broke the ice A girl with a ponytail and a katana on her back responded \"Megan, nice to meet you!.Where ya from?\" A college-age guy was holding a conversation with his cat. Skirnir had told him that one of the powers that a Scion could get was speaking to animals. The girl dressed like a rock star was obviously shifting uncomfortable in it, as he looked her over. That might have been the way that the college-age guy was speaking to his cat. Another girl was bouncing hyperactively and shaking the icebreaker's(Andrew's) hand in rapid fashion. He mentally tallied the typecasting in his head. The katana was a Japanese Scion, the one with the cat with as Egyptian Scion, possibly that of Bast. The others remained indeterminate for now.\n\n\"Hey, I'm Derek. \" He offered a smile. \"New York City, where if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. \"" }, { "author": "Naotic Cheutral", "message": "\"... I hope you meant 'nice to meet you too' and not 'my name is Megan too.'\" Megan raised an eyebrow, freeing Andrew's hand from her implacable grip. \"You don't look like much of a Megan, though maybe with some makeup and a nice skirt... Me, I'm from the ass end of nowhere, in Missouri.\"\n\nShe trailed off, examining Andrew for a few seconds before shrugging in slight disappointment. \"Nobody here really looks like what I expected. I figured it'd be all wreathes of olive branches and glowing eyes. I mean, I don't have any of that, but I'm kinda new at all of this. On the other hand, there's no way a normal plane just travelled this far this quickly, so I guess we at least have something obviously weird happening.\" She seemed a bit let down that nobody was hurling lightning bolts around yet." }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "{OOC: Just a comment: at the beginning of each of your post's, please put your character's name. That way, it's easy referencing!\n\nAnd for those of you who know such things: The plane you are on is a (obviously very modified) Piaggio PD.808.}\n\nAs you all start to introduce yourself, you realize that Derek was right. He HAD taken the last seat. Although, before he had taken it, you all could have sworn there were another 3-5 seats left available, that just hadn't had name tags.\n\nEven more disconcerting, you all notice that at the back of the plane, there is seemingly a fully stocked wet bar (alchoholic and non) sitting there. Ohtli's voice comes over the PA system again \"While yer all yacking, there's also drinks in the back. If there's anything else Hermes Airlines can offer you, just holler!\" Those of you with keener hearing also are sure you hear Paulo muttering something about \"Why do you always have to ask them to yell?\" before the PA cuts out.\n\nThe view out the windows is completely blocked by clouds, although it seems like you're going fairly rapidly whenever you do manage to find landmarks to judge by." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " Mercedes \n\nMercedes snickers at Paulo's sotto voce addendum, and unbuckles her seat belt, bouncing up and making her way to the back of the plane toward the bar. \"Anybody want anything, while I'm up?\" she asks, claiming a bottle of pomegranate juice for herself. She passes Derek on the way back to her seat, just as he makes his introduction. \"Nice to meet ya,\" she smiles, shifting the bottle of juice into her left hand so her right is free to shake. \"I'm Mercedes.\" She looks about nineteen, though her short haircut and cheerful demeanor make her seem younger." }, { "author": "WillWolf", "message": " Andrew: \n\nHe laughed a belly laugh. What is more this looked like a man who rarely, if ever, laughed at all. What's more is that it actually felt good to Andrew, he hadn't laughed in a long time and it all just kind of let loose. Finally, covering his mouth, he stopped.\n\n \"I've always been more of a Hillary Clinton-esque pants and blouse person really.\" He nodded his head while he continued to smile.\n\nShe had probably done the impossible in making a Scion of Tyr laugh, and what's more, laugh at himself. Not that Andrew really noted it that way, but he did like her wry sense of humour all the same.\n\n \"Nobody here really looks like what I expected. I figured it'd be all wreathes of olive branches and glowing eyes. I mean, I don't have any of that, but I'm kinda new at all of this. On the other hand, there's no way a normal plane just travelled this far this quickly, so I guess we at least have something obviously weird happening.\" \n \"Yeah I suppose I know what you mean. We're all so ... human-looking. Still I've only, I don't know what the word is, 'awakened-maybe' recently and the rest of you look fairly young. Best not to dwell on it to much, I think, it might drive us nuts. So what's your divinity.\" and figuring that it would be too prying to not say hi own, he added, \"Mine's Tyr. Norse pantheon\" The closest that thing that counted as weird to him was the buisness with the cat, and that was quite tame really. He hadn't noticed the time difference on being on a plane, personally, he hadn't noticed it. He flew very rarely so fourty minutes or six hours, it all seemed to be a bit 'meh' to him.\n\n \"Anybody want anything, while I'm up?\" \n\nHe eyed the woman to see what she got, and it was pomegranite juice of all things. Weird woman. Still at least she wasn't going to drink herself into a stupor, and she looked under age as well, but he asked for: \"Coffee thank you.\" \n\n((ooc: I'll just say that you got it ok?))\n\nHe took a sip of his drink." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " Mercedes \n\nMercedes glanced back over her shoulder to see who had asked for the coffee, and noticed the man who had just been talking about wearing women's pants-suits giving her an odd look. She shrugged. Well, it's not like I expected all of them to be friendly, she thinks. I hope some of them will be easy to get along with, though. \n\nShe reclaims her seat and looks disappointedly at the blank wall of white clouds outside the window. Briefly, she entertains the notion of fishing something out of her carry-on to pass the time with, but rejects all the possible options as either antisocial or potentially annoying to the others. Her gaze drifts around the cabin, looking for someone with whom she might strike up a conversation." }, { "author": "Naotic Cheutral", "message": " Megan \n\n\"Me? Susano-o, the Japanese pantheon... er, Amatsukami.\" Though Megan has to slow down slightly to do so, her pronunciation of the Japanese words is fairly accurate. She glances around the cabin again. \"It kind of makes me wish I'd studied some mythology in school. I've heard of Tyr, but that's about it. On the other hand, I guess this is pretty much a hands-on lesson in mythology that we're heading to. Wonder if it'd be rude to ask a god for an autograph...\"" }, { "author": "kentmagus", "message": "Derek reaches into his leather jacket and then shakes his head in a forlorn manner.\n\n\"Left my olive wreaths in my other jacket. You'll have to be deprived. Vanir, Scion of Freyr.\"He answered to the general inquiry. He had guessed right with the Japanese God of Thunder Scion. He chuckled at the memory of some of Megan's introduction.\n\n\"Pomegranate juice? \"He asked Mercedes." }, { "author": "Jannex", "message": " Mercedes \n \"I was amused at the symbolism, given who we're on our way to meet,\" she explains with a grin. \"Did you want some?\" " }, { "author": "WillWolf", "message": " Andrew \n\nHe really had no idea who that was, but he smiled and shrugged not trying to be rude about it. He wasn't very familiar with the gods that you could not see outside your saterday morning cartoons, and really, he barely knew that Tyr existed until he found out it was his father. No matter things looked like they were going fairly smoothly.\n\n\"... umm I guess you could, if you wanted to?\" He didn't really get why she would want an autograph of his father: monetary it made no sense, but then again it might be a nice memento.\n\nHe drank some of his coffee and remained silent.\n\nHe turned around and took a good look at the Scion of Freyr. There were many panthenons, how odd it was to see a second Norse god-blooded. Still he said nothing about it, but made a mental note." }, { "author": "Stick_Ninja", "message": "((Sorry for the delay, guys))\n\nLooking up, Kyle smiles and says, \"Yeah, Mau here was giving me some advice about why we're all here.\" He offers his hand. \"I'm Kyle.\"" }, { "author": "Nelphine", "message": "Happy Holidays to everyone!\n\nSorry for the very long lag in posting; holidays were busy. I'm also working 11+ hours a day for the next week and a half or so, so I'm not going to post much except in response to other's posts. Ohtli is available to answer any questions people might have, and I'd like to ask people to start planning what they will do in Ottawa. You'll have one day to muck about in the city before heading toward the actual adventure; planning how to get to the town 200 km away from Ottawa should be included.\n\nAfter my busy work period I'll be around a lot more. For now, chatter away!" }, { "author": "kentmagus", "message": " It's amazing. They all took my name as Vanir. , Unholy thinks for a bit.\n\n\"It's a kind offer, but I don't share people's cups on the first date. I'm off to get my own beverage. \"" } ]
[ { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "One must wonder how the White Trade Road got its name. There was nothing white about it. The dust was a filthy brown that swirled when struck by the hooves of beasts and the boots of men. The dry plains grass around the road was brown, brittle, and stiff, with no whiteness to it. The only thing the color white not made by man were the clouds in the sky.\n\nA small group of six individuals traveled the road, heading north. As they walked or rode, they could see ahead of them a peculiar sight.\n\nA small cluster of rocks suddenly thrust up from the plain's soil, causing the road to curve to the left to avoid it. The figure of a man could be seen lying against the rock, apparently slumped over in fatigue or injury.\n\nAnother figure was apparently attempting to reach him, but he was held at the road's edge by two stout men in armor, holding him back physically. A third armored man looked on.\n\nA group of horses, probably belonging to the group, neighed nearby, watched over by a fourth man in mail.\n\n \n Spoiler \nClaim a color and make a post. As some of our members have trouble accessing their sheets, this will be RP only.\n " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya moves along the road, his deep gray tunic and brown pants covered in dust and the hood of his light black cloak pulled up over his head. He brushes a wayward strand of dark brown hair out of his face and rubs his hand over his eyes. Easily his most noticable feature, his eyes are inky black throughout, giving him a disconcerting stare. He raises his hand to his forehead, shading his eyes against the sun and squinting into the distance. His black-on-black eyes dart upward with a look of discomfort as he looks ahead. Without taking his eyes from the figures up ahead, he intones dryly and softly (apparently to know one in particular),\n\n Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves? \n\nAfter a moment's pause, he speaks in a more normal (though still quiet) voice.\n\n What do we think of this? They may be on the level, but this is a notorious haunt of bandits. How do we proceed? \n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nObviously, I'd like to pick navy blue if no one objects! Looking forward to the game (and getting my character sheet back from the internet).\n " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "A rather short figure strides along in the midst of the group, seemingly better dressed for a ball than for travel. He wears long, dark red trousers, breaking at the perfect point above black, leather, pointed shoes. His shirt is the same as his pants, with gold embroidery adorning the chest and the cuffs. Over all of this, he wears an open, black coat, its bottom reaching down to his pants cuffs, the collar spread wide. As his eyes look ahead, he seems to **** one head to the side, as if hearing a sharp sound that no one else notices. He smiles a malign smile for a moment, then catches himself and returns his attention to the road ahead. Looking to the side to the only one he really knows on any level, Raze, he speaks. \"Does it really matter?\" he queries rhetorically, cocking his head as if to feign confusion. \"Either way, at least one of us would halt, and either way, we go on our way. The only distinction between the two situations is that in one case we happen to, ah... aquire a few new goods.\" He smirks, and flicks a bit of dust off of his finely tailored outfit. He bows his head, lost in thought for a moment, his bushy brow furrowed. As his coat shifts with his stride, two daggers can be seen on each hip, each sheathed in a simple brass loop. For a moment, his eyes seem to reflect a ray of green light, but in a moment the phantasm is gone, and he keeps walking, throwing a glance over each of his allies in turn, probing, questioning.\n\n ((claiming this color. Roderick is highly amused 😏. " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe stocky young woman with soulful blue eyes and a beaming moon-face trots along on her proud, strong horse. Bundled against the winds of the White Road, she is even more rounded to view. She catches her breath at the sight of the conflict up ahead, and splutters in response to Saaya's inquiry\n\n Well, but, well, none of them are wearing soldiers' livery, so I'd guess the four are bandits. If we can make them stop, I may be able to save that poor man's life. \n\nGlancing sideways at Raze for guidance, Yolande is already preparing to urge Raynard to a canter and reaching back to grab her crossbow off of its place behind her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPurple for me, then.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "The dwarven man looks the situation over briefly from atop his mount; a white mare with splotches of brown. His blood red breastplate gleams in the sun, and his full red beard is done in two braids. Hair like a mane sticks out in seemingly random directions, and his bushy eyebrows nearly hide his eyes.\n\nA moment of contemplation and Raze has his simple answer. \"If these men be brigands, then they will meet the business end of me axe. Regardless, these activity seem to me quite suspicious, aye? Methinks 'twould be wise to assure that none of these travelers have need of our assistance.\" \n \n Spoiler \nObviously, I'm taking red for Raze's color.\n\nAlso, I'd like some more detail about what we're seeing. Is the slumped man moving at all? Are weapons drawn? That sort of thing.\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "As the distance between the group and the event closed, they got a clearer view of what was occurring:\n\nThe man against the rocks was of roughly middle age, and wearing the garb of a low class merchant. He lay limp expect for shallow breathing and one hand which clutched at something protruding from his chest. It appeared almost akin to a slender branch, as if from a tree.\n\nThe four armored men all had similar garb: They wore full sets of chain mail, heavy leather boots and gloves, and peaked helms with a distinctive and long nose guard. They bore no insignia, but the saddle bags on their horses did seem to bear some distinctive mark. The one standing apart on foot did have a red band of cloth tied around his arm.\n\nAll of the armored men sported unkempt ragged beards. Their complexion tended towards swarthy.\n\nA pile of ashen spears and shield lay nearby, apparently set aside by the three mailed men on foot. The men still had daggers in their belts, but made no move to draw or used them at the party's approach. The mounted man still had his spear and shield.\n\nThe person being restrained was a rather young lad, with ruddy red hair, a pale complexion, and in the clothing of a peasant. He kicked and clawed furiously at the men holding him back from the man against the rock.\n\nThe man with the red arm band hailed them. \" Travelers. It's best you don't interfere. \"" }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick looks the man up and down, sizing him up. \"And what, might I ask, is in our best interests to avoid?\" he inquires, then abruptly looks up, as if a rather brightly colored bird had just flown by; oddly enough, there is no bird in the sky to look up at. He shakes his head slightly, perhaps even sadly, then looks back to the man, giving him a probing, questioning look. He stands there cockily, one of his daggers easily visible on his belt." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The leader's beard was streaked with grey, as was his hair. His face was wrinkled, cracked, and scarred. His nose was bent out of shape and missing a chunk out of it. Although he seemed in his mid 30's, his body was strong and sure.\n\nThe man pointed at the fellow against the rock. \" That man has been claimed by the Fae. It's best to just leave him be and let them take him quietly. Interfere, and it could mean bad news for all of us. \"\n\nThe red haired lad interjected. \" You can't let him die because of some superstition! \"\n\nThe arm band man did not appear offended by having an apparently deeply held belief called a superstition, but his face remained grim and serious. \" That man has been marked for death. Save him, and there will be blood to pay. \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze rides up beside Roderick, looking to the leader of this band. \"A person's death is not a thing to be casual about, nor are your threats. What mean ye by 'marked by the fae' and why does his life carry such a price, if I might ask?\" he says, in a grave baritone." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The man's eyes grew slightly fearful, and he glanced at the dry waving plains grass around him before taking a step closer and speaking a hushed tone.\n\n\" We're caravan guards. My men and I were riding at the rear of the column when we heard a sound. It was someone singing. \" He shuddered abruptly. \" We stopped our horses, and this fellow did too. Then, straight up from the ground, a branch rose up and hovered in the air. \" He reflectively made some sign with his hand, probably a gesture designed to ward off bad luck. \" That branch flew straight as an arrow into the man's chest. Knocked him clean off his horse and against that rock. The Fae that rule these plains clearly desired his blood. We would have moved on, but the lad insisted on trying to help him. \"\n\n\" It's what any decent man would do, you heartless.. \" The lad devolved into vile language.\n\nOnce more making the reflective hand signal, which appeared to consist of extending all the fingers of one hand except the thumb and placing them over one's heart, the red arm band man continued. \" The Fae want blood. If you deny them the one they have chosen, they will not only return for his, they will come for yours, and that of those with you, your kin, and even those you love. They are vengeful creatures. \"\n\nThe two men restraining the lad nodded, each removing a hand from the lad to make the sign over their hearts. One could see a family resemblance between the arm band man and the two doing the muscle work." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nLowering her crossbow as they sit and talk, Yolande glances at the others, clearly wanting to go to the man's aid, but unsure how to do so.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lore check (1d20+4=23) to see if she's heard of this kind of action by the Fae, and if there is any precedent for getting around it.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": "(( Hm. Like to see if Jarzel knows anything, but there are probably a few different Knowledge types that could apply. Do fae actually do this sort of thing, and if they do, why?—I suppose Knowledge (nature) would work? General superstitions in the area regarding the fae—would that be Knowledge (local)? Uh, I suppose it's possible that some story about \"notable people, legendary items, or noteworthy places\" could shed some light, so maybe Lore, too.\n\n Nature - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Local - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n Lore - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "(( Summing up the result of both checks ))\n\nThe whole thing was ludicrous. Fae that ruled the plains? That alone was absurd. Fae typically dwelt in forests. It wasn't unthinkable, but it had no prior precedent. There was no reason they couldn't, but there was no prior example of it. And along the trade road and the in the plains around it, Fae were unheard of.\n\nSecondly, the Fae were tricksters, not life takers. No tale ever recorded them trying to \"claim lives\" or blood. They were quite passive, usually bothering you only with small pranks and the like as you traveled through their territory.\n\nNo, it seemed \"The Fae\" in this context were being used as generic bogeymen. Some fantastic event had occurred, and the simple guardsmen had turned to the most fantastical source of nature related woe, and blamed them for it." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nThe man on the heavily laden black horse retorts, \"Fae? Sounds more like run-of-the mill humanoid magic to me.\" \n\n(( Jarzel spoke in Maroon last time I played him. He speaks in Maroon now, too. ))" }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "((OOC: are we still waiting for someone? I've only counted 5 characters so far...))\n\nRoderick sighs. This looks like it may take a while. He goes around towards the other side of said huge rock, and sits there, hand on chin, eyes unfocused, thinking." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The leader shook his head sadly. \" You're of a similar mind as the lad, then? \"\n\n\" If you mean sane, then yes. \" The leader ignored the comment from the lad. \" Listen, strangers, I do not pretend to know magic. But if it isn't Fae, what is it? What did it? \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nTrotting a bit further forward towards the man with the branch in his chest, Yolande gazes down at the man with the red armband.\n\n The only way we'll find that out is if you let us examine him, and the branch. Since it's not like to be the fey, best to find out what it REALLY is, before branches start popping up all over. \n\nUnless prevented, she will go to the badly injured man and examine him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIs the red armband a symbol of some kind, or is he also injured, and that's a bandage of some kind?\n\nIf possible: Heal check (1d20+8=17) , followed up by detecting magic on the branch, the man, and then the others.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"Seems pretty hasty t' me t' assume it's Fey, aye? There be any number of way magic could do what has been done here.\" Raze looks the men over, then notices the marks on the horses' saddlebags. As he tries to get a closer look at this mark, he adds, \"Damnation, give me a sharp branch and I could do 'at without magic.\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The red armband appeared to be a rank symbol. As Yolande attempted to get closer to the man, the leader placed himself between the two. Eyes wild, he spoke quickly out of fear. \" Please, listen. I'm only erring on the side of caution. If it is the Fae, interfering would have dire consequences. \"\n\nThe two holding the lad looked to their leader, obviously waiting instructions. The attention of the one watching the horses was likewise riveted upon the arm band man.\n\nThe markings on the saddlebags were simple. A horseshoe over an iron gate. It seemed a likely symbol for a mounted group of caravan guards to adopt as a standard." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nNot even trying to force herself past the leader of the caravan guards, Yolande merely draws out the disk showing her devotion to Pelor.\n\n Look, I understand your caution. There are all sorts of amazing stories about the fey, and their powers. I am a priestess of the Sun God. If I cannot cast light on shadow, what hope do you have? At the very least, let me try to determine the nature of what ails him. What have you got to lose? If it is the fey, and I save his life, it will be my blood they seek, not yours. \n \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy (1d20+1=11) \n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The sergeant appeared thoughtful for a second. \" That's true. We couldn't let the lad help him because that would threaten the caravan. But you folks, you aren't from the caravan... \"\n\nThe leader made a sharp signal with his hand. The two mailed guards released their holds on the lad so suddenly that he fell face first into the dirt of the road. The two mailed men snatched up the spears and shields laying by the road and moved to the waiting horses.\n\n\" I leave this matter to your hands. Whatever happens here be on your heads. May your god have mercy on you. You know not what you cross. \" The sergeant spoke loudly and clearly, almost yelling, as if he were speaking not to the group but to some unseen presence. The sergeant made the strange sign again, holding his right hand over his heart with all fingers except the thumb extended, then moved to join his men.\n\nThe lad moved swiftly towards the figure lying on the rock, speaking as he moved.\" Andor bless you, ma'am. I'm not a healer, so just tell me what I can do to help. \"\n\n((Assuming you'll still want to use that heal check and detect magic))\n\nThe branch was not in the man deeply. Indeed, it appeared that his primary ailment was blood loss. The way his head lolled about indicated he was feeling quite woozy, and the red dampness on his shirt indicated he had been bleeding out for some time.\n\nIt did appear to be a branch, broken off from a young and healthy tree. One could even see leaves growing off it, soaked with red blood. That such an apparently shallow and non lethal wound was causing such massive bleeding was suspicious.\n\nThis was reinforced one spell later. Around the branch was a moderate magical presence. The man and guards were devoid of any magical presence." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "As the men move towards their horses, Roderick stands, and walks back over to where the rest of the group is gathered. Seeing the group around the fallen lad, his face hardens, and he strides forward. \"Now I suppose you'll want to give him the best care possible, won't you? While we could be getting on with our trip, we'll be here troubling ourselves about this sap who will probably be dead within the next half hour,\" he states, somewhat sarcastically. He pulls out a dagger, and moves forward, \"Idea: let's just make it quick for him and get a move on,\" he enjoins, then abruptly cuts himself off. He smiles, then seemingly snaps out of it, and looks again at the bleeding man in front of him." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya observed the exchange with the caravan guards silently, well aware that he by-and-large ignorant of this type of magic. As the guards prepare to depart, Saaya begins to take stock of their location. Frowning at the rock outcropping so nearby, he speaks quietly to Yolande as she ministers to the injured man.\n\n I mislike our position here, at least until we know what's on the other side of this rock. I'm going to find out. \n\nWith that, he moves quickly and quietly to the edge of the group and fades into the shadows, seeking out any possible dangers hidden in the surrounding area.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nMy character sheet's still unavailable, so I'm doing this mostly from memory. I hope that's ok.\n\n Hide - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] - +4 ranks +4 Dex mod, +2 racial\n MoveSilently - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] - +4 ranks, +4 Dex mod\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] - +4 ranks, +1 Wis mod\n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] - +4 ranks, +1 Wis mod\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nThe man on the black horse reprimands Roderick, \"Dead in half an hour? What makes you qualified for such a prediction? I don't see you examining the wounds. Death comes soon enough when it is ready.\" \n\nAfter a further moment of thought, he dismounts his horse and takes off his backpack and ebony travelling cloak. Rolling up his sleeves, he approaches the wounded man and the priestess.\n\n \"Do you require any assistance?\" \n\n(( If the answer is yes, he'll do whatever Yolande asks (Heal check just in case: Heal - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] ). Otherwise, he'll give the description of what happened some thought and try to identify the spell or at least type of magic (i.e. does it seem like a special Druidic type of magic, or could it bye Arcane, and so forth) involved with this branch ( Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] ). ))" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze takes note of the emblem on the horses and tries to recall if he knew exactly what they indicated. Meanwhile, he dismounts, patting the mare on her neck as he passes and muttering comforting words to her as he passes. He looks on as Saaya moves behind the rock and says, to no one inparticular, \"Methinks he has a good idea.\" He turns to those tending the wounded man and says, \"I be not suited to that sort of work, but I'll watch over you as you tend to 'im.\" At last turning to the boy, he says, \"Lad, it be best if you stay out of their way, at least for the moment. I'd have a word with you in the meantime. Firstly, my name is Raze. What be yours?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'd like a knowledge check on the emblems. I don't have access to my sheet, so I'm not certain, but I don't think I put anything into any of the knowledge skills. He has an int of 12, so... Would you mind if I just take ten, or should I roll?\n " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nWaking up from a light slumber and seeing the guards beginning to walk off, Lathrohar assessed the situation. Leaning forward towards those stood around the lad, asked \" What is wrong with him? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight, I'm here now. I'll just go with him having been asleep. He is over 250 years old. And I'll go with a nice dim Grey \nNow for my assortment of knowledges that could possibly bring some useful knowledge about these Fae, local tradition about them, etc.\nAlso what do the red armbands stand for.\n know nature - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n know local - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n know arcana - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \n know religion - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n know noble - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nTrying to keep her breathing steady, Yolande simply nods at Jarzal's offer of assistance. Both to him, and in response to Lathrohar's question, she speaks quickly and with a veneer of dispassionate analysis. A veneer.\n\n He's lost a lot of blood, although the branch wound seems pretty superficial. The branch is definitely magical, though, a fairly powerful aura. I'm going to try to staunch the bleeding, and then maybe we can work together to get the branch out? \n\nHer hands weave around the wound and point skyward, as if to draw down the power of the sun. A pale yellow glow suffuses her hands, and into the man's chest.\n\n[spoiler]Converting Summon Monster I to Cure Light Wounds (1d8+3=5) " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": "(( I suppose that unapplied Heal check above can work as an Aid Another check on removing the branch? ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "((Due to circumstances, taking 10 is a-okay.))\n\nThe red haired lad pulled himself reluctantly away from the injured merchant and faced the dwarf. \" My name is David Black, sir. \"\n\n((Once more, summing up the results of the all these knowledge checks.))\n\nAs to what sort of magic had occurred here, it was difficult to say. Without further knowledge, it was difficult to precisely say. Both Druidic Magic and Arcane magic could produce this effect through various spells.\n\nIt was important to note that singing had been heard prior to the branch's action, which could mean one who wove song into spell. Although most types of magic employed by Bards did not have such effects.\n\nThe power of the aura indicated that the spell was fairly powerful. That either meant a single, powerful mage, which was rare, or a cabal of lesser mages using some form of ritual to combine their powers.\n\nAs to the soldiers, the insignia on their saddlebags was not a widely known one. There were many mercenary organizations in this time, so an unknown one was not that odd. As earlier noted, the red arm band was a badge of rank, denoting the man in charge.\n\nIf there was any traditions about the Fae in this region, Lathrohar didn't know them. It seemed that this fear of the Fae and belief in their presence was something the caravan guards carried with them, not something local to the area.\n\nFrom the very first touch of the pale yellow glow, the man showed improvement. His eyes regained focus, his breathing deepened, and he began making small movements. His hand, once curled only in reflex around the branch, now tightened with purpose and intent. \" Out. \" The merchant whispered the word. \" Get it out. Please. \" He seemed desperately afraid that the branch was still in him, and despite the apparent shallowness of the wound, seemed to lack the strength to remove it himself." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nGetting down slowly from his cart and walking over to the boy, using this staff as a walking stick, Lathrohar looked at the branch then waving at one of the others \" Well what are you waiting for, get this branch out of the lad \" before moving over to the tree, looking round for any traces of the person that had enchanted it.\n\n search - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n Easy, sir. Try not to move. \n\nGlancing up at the death-priest next to her, Yolande shrugs.\n\n Here goes. Pray for me. \n\nGrasping the slender branch firmly in both hands, Yolande tried not to think about the sticky blood all over it. Or what might happen to the man if she failed. Or what might happen to her if she succeeded. And she gives it a good, steady pull.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFor the unintented (I assume) humour of the line\n the red arm band was a badge of rank, detonating the man in charge \n\n I may never be able to properly thank you. Highlight of my day, right there.\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "((Well, I'm glad you find it so humorous, because I don't. My spell checkers has failed me for the last time.\n\nAnd Chineselegolas? I, um, didn't mention a tree. There is no tree. There was just a branch lying in the middle of a treeless prairie. Not suspicious at all. Nope.))\n\nWith a sound best not described before eating and a wrenching cry from the merchant, the branch came free. The small wound bled freely, the branch no longer serving as a plug. The amount of blood was worryingly large, particularly for such a small injury.\n\nA gout of blood dribbled off the end of the stick in Yolande's hands. It appeared for all the world an ordinary branch. The end that had been impaled in the man wasn't even sharp or pointed." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick winces with distaste as a glob of blood lands on one of his polished boots. He seems to realize the futility of simply standing by, though, and moves to help, grumbling all the way: \"Well, I suppose there's nothing for it but to get the poor sop out of this fix.\" Slining his pack down, he gets down on his knees and tries to help as best he can.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 10 on Heal check to Aid Another, for a result of 11 .\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze frowns as the branch comes out, but he keeps most of his attention on the boy. \"I know that looks bad, David, but he's in good hands.\" His tone is even as he continues, \"Now, tell me... How exactly are you related to this man, and be there anyone that you know of that would want to harm him?\" " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": "((Teaches me to read the thread properly rather than skim the first few posts...))\n\n Lathrohar \n\nWalking over and taking the branch from Yolande, Lathrohar carried it over to his cart and lay it carefully down. \" I shall study this branch tonight and see if I can discern the true nature of it when we have adequate time \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nHappily relinquishing the branch, Yolande concentrates again and channels more solar power into the wounded merchant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cure Light Wounds (1d8+3=4) \n \n\n This...better do it. I don't know how much more I have in me today. Forgive this humble servant, Pelor, for her insufficiencies. " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\n(( If it looks like the old man needs the help (Heal check (take 10): 16), Jarzel will convert command to cure light wounds ( (1d8+1)[ 8 ] ). \"Blood of Life, stay thy flow.\" ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Relation? \" David shook his head. \" I don't know that man. I just saw he was hurt and tried to help. I don't know anything more than that. \"\n\nMeanwhile, Saaya had finally finished looking around the perimeter. He'd encountered nothing, although at one point he had heard some animal fleeing through the prairie grass. Whatever it was, it was small enough so that it was completely concealed by the waving yellowed stalks.\n\nYolande's last gift of divine solar grace did the trick. The wound sealed, and although the man was still in pain, with their help he could get to his feet and walk. He thanked them profusely. \" Thank you, oh, thank you! I'm not sure I will be able to repay you fully, but I'll try my best! \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nAfter a moment's thought, Jarzel tells the old man, \"Just be sure to remember this day. When you think of it, let it serve to remind you how fragile life is. We gave you time. Don't squander it.\" \n\nHe then turns to Roderick with a smug grin, \"Never underestimate the clergy of Pelor's ability to delay one's final breath.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze seems slightly taken aback by David's response, but with the man's wound closing, any further questions he might have had are promptly forgotten, a small grin appearing on his face. He walks over to Yolande and reaches up to place a hand on her shoulder. \"Well done, lass.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nBlushing a bit at the dwarf's praise, Yolande gestures to Jarzal and Lathrohar.\n\n Couldn't have done it without help. I think we all pitched in there. \n\nTurning to her erstwhile patient, Yolande laid a hand gently on his shoulder.\n\n Sir, a moment? First, you're not completely recovered - try to avoid strenuous movement for a couple days. And second, do you have any idea what might have drawn this attention to you - have you travelled anywhere special recently, crossed paths with anyone who might wish you ill?This was a supernatural attack, and a serious one at that. \n \n Spoiler \n sense motive (1d20+3=22) to see if the man is hiding anything in his response.\n " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nWalking over to David, Lathrohar said \" Aiding others despite the risks is honourable, but often foolish. However much can be learnt from it \" while thinking to himself I hope they travel with us and join us to camp so I can peer into there dreams and search for what actaully happened ." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick shows no emotion at Jarzel's comment, just a small tightening of the lips, and a twitch of a finger. He gets up from his kneeling position, wipes the dust off his clothes, and shoots back a retort, \"And never underestimate the power of ill luck to bring it about faster.\" He looks down at the young man who just was healed, flexes the fingers on one hand for a moment, then walks off a few feet, lost in a labyrinth of thought.\n I need to take this malingering mood out on something. Sooner or later it is inevitable, and it would be most untoward if my allies bore the brunt of my irritation. \nAnother voice responds inside his head:\n The sooner, the better. " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The merchant rubbed his hands together, casting a glance at the guards who had now mounted and were glaring at the scene with a mix of fear and pity.\n\n\" Good sir, I am most certainly grateful for the extension of my time here. \" The merchant smiled As Yolande spoke. \" Fret not, pious servant. I am fine, thanks to you. I can honestly say I have not encountered anyone or anything that would wish me ill. Aside from my fellow caravan travelers, among who I am well liked, the only thing I've seen since setting off is prairie grass, sky, and the dusty road. I do admit that there is a good reason fro someone to wish me harm. You see, well, I have recently prospered greatly. Why, I have a most lucrative deal in the very next trade town. Rest assured, you will have your reward soon. \"\n\nHis words were suddenly interrupted by the thundering of hooves. The guards blew past them in a cloud of stinging dust, taking the two spare horses with them.\n\n\" Thieves! They stole our horses! \" David was furious. The merchant merely shook his head. \" Those horses belonged to the caravan. \"\n\n\" But they just can't leave us here without horses! How are we supposed to get back to the caravan? \"\n\n\" Lad, I don't think they will let us back in. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nTo Roderick: \"You can't predict luck. Don't try to use that to predict one's final fate. Death comes when it will.\" \n\nJarzel then turns to address the concerns of the caravan members.\n\n(( How far are we from town? ))" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n All this, perhaps, just to foil a new trade deal. That seems...odd. \n\nYolande looks up at her colleagues, especially Raze, with entreaty.\n\n Look, we can't just save this man, and then leave him stranded here. Perhaps David and... \n\nShe pauses, and wheels back to the man they have been working on.\n\n What is your name, sir? \n\nAnd back to Raze.\n\n ...and this gentlemen could double with us on our horses, at least until we get to [name of next town.] \n\nShe packs up her healer kit and prepares to remount." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\n\" We needn't ride double, there is some room here in my cart if they are careful to not touch my stuff \" Lathrohar offered." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick is still thinking, pondering the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. He sheathes the dagger he took out in its buckle, then turns and stalks back to the group. \"Any chance we might be getting moving again before sunset? We do have somewhere we're going, don't we?\" he questions rhetorically, looking around at the faces of his companions. Sensing the general countenance, he turns to the two merchants: \"Look's like you're coming with us. Better hurry up.\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The merchant gave his name as Arthur Dent.\n\nThe next stop on the road was a trade town called \"Gray Chasm\" an odd name considering that none of the surrounding terrain was gray or a chasm. It was two days ride away.\n\n((Going to assume that you allow David and Arthur to ride along in the cart, and that you decide to continue along the road.))\n\nAt any rate, there was nothing left at the rock but dust and dried blood, and the group once more set out.\n\nThe day passed slowly. The road was empty, and the plains barren except for the waving browned tall grass that seemed to grow everywhere it wasn't beaten down by horses hooves.\n\nEventually, dusk began to settle, and it was necessary to find a place to stop and rest, unless one wanted to push on into the night. There was no reason one couldn't, and in truth night travel was about as risky as day travel, but most people preferred to stop and rest.\n\nAhead of them, along the straight dirt trail carved through the grass, they could see a great and withered tree. Lightning and fire and scorched it, and the winds had battered it. Its blackened wood and drooping branches seemed sorrowful. This was a popular rest stop along the trail, called Mourning Bough. It served as a landmark and gathering place for travelers who preferred sleep. Currently, Mourning Bough was unoccupied, meaning that the caravan guards must have pressed on rather than stop." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nGlancing at the darkening sky, Yolande turns back to the others.\n\n What do you say. This looks as good a place to stop as any. I'd like to have a chance to look again at Mr. Dent's bandages. \n\nIf the others are amenable, she'll get down to tend to Raynard first, tethering him to a tree that isn't the Mourning Bough. After she's finished, she'll go and ask to see Dent's wound, to change the dressing and confirm that the magical bleeding effect has faded.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn case it's needed, here's a follow-up Heal Check (1d20+8=23) \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze shurgs. \"I could go on longer meself, but if you lot be needin' rest, that's fine by me.\" " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick nods his assent to Yolande's suggestion, then dismounts from the cart, taking his pack with him. He looks around, then goes over to the grass, reaches into his pocket, and deposits something in the wavy grain, bowing his head for a moment in concentration, then walking towards the tree.\nOver his shoulder, he encourages the rest of the party, \"Hurry up, laggarts; the sooner we get settled in, the sooner we can wine and dine... and sleep. Oh, boy, do I need some sleep.\" \n\nSpot Check: (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\nPreferably for DM's eyes only:\n \n Spoiler \n I said for DM only, spoilsports!\nAh, well, as long as you don't reveal IC... \n Spoiler \n\nRoderick will walk over to the grass, give his psicrystal locomotion, and give it instructions to patrol around the proposed campsite, then to hide underneath a root of the mourning bough, so he can retrieve it in a bit.\n \n\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nGratefully slipping off of her horse, Yolande squats a few times to work circulation back into places compressed by a day of riding.\n\n Well, Raze, we don't all have muscles made of stone and sinew of iron, you know. Have pity, man! " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nAs the sun sinks and the shadows lengthen, Saaya actually seems to gain energy, and his movements are definitely more animated. He throws back his hood as he travels, looking around alertly.\n\nHe slows with the rest of the group on approaching the Mourning Bough, apparently supportive of setting up camp. He slides off his horse and begins to unload gear and set up camp, intoning as he does so:\n\n \"I will both lay me down in peace and sleep:for thou only makest me dwell in safety.\" " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nAfter stabling Sombra, Jarzel follows the others in." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\n\" I could do with some rest \" Lathrohar said looking round at the campsite, before standing up and facing the others in his cart \" Right, everyone out. I want to set up my tent \"\n\nFor the DM\n \n Spoiler \nSpend the night in Arthur Dents dreams finding out what happened.\n know planes - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n\n((And possibly if he knows the question...))\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "After some searching, Yolande and Jazrel find a place to tie up the horses, a tree growing up between two stout rocks. The faithful steeds begin munching on the greener prairie grass without much enthusiasm. This fall season has been unusually dry, and good grazing grass is scarce.\n\nDavid and Arthur both leave Lathrohar's cart at his bidding, Dent taking the time to allow Pelor's servant to check his wounds. Yolande finds that the blessing of the Sun God has seemingly eradicated or dissipated whatever fell magical energies provoked the prolific bleeding earlier displayed.\n\nAround the Mourning Bough, a large patch of brittle brush has been cleared away recently, as if someone had set up a camp. There is no sign other than the bare earth that anyone has been to Mourning Bough recently.\n\nBoth Arthur Dent and David Black help set up a camp, but once everything is in place turn in, spreading out bed rolls for themselves and choosing spots close to the Mourning Bough.\n\nBy now, the sun is but a faint glow in the west. Aside from the horses and the party, only one living thing stirs; moths.\n\nAs the sun sets, moths began to flit around the Mourning Bough, and the party. Each moth is about the size of gold coin, with a soft body covered in fuzz and brown wings with spot of bright white coloration upon them. Their fuzzy forms seem to be coated in some form of powdery substance, as if they had been lurking in a place unmoving until dust had covered them. The dust and the white spots on the moth's body seems to glow in the night left by the retreating sun.\n\nThe moths seem drawn to the people around the sad tree. They avoid Saaya like the plague, but everyone else has moths attempting to land on them. Once perched, they beat their wings gently, brushing them against whatever surface they have landed on. The moths seem to prefer exposed flesh to cloth, but are happy and content by merely being on a person. The act almost like dogs or cats desiring a scratch behind the ears or petting. If shooed away they flee instantly, and hover about as if sulking.\n\nIf enough party members choose to shoo the moths, then the whole bunch will flit away, preferring a less protesting roost.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((Private stuff for Lathrohar. If I catch anybody metagaming, I'll drop a train on them. I'll have an archmage open a portal to Eberron and literally drop a magical train on them. I swear.))\n\nWhen Mr. Dent finally drifts off to slumberland, Lathorar is in like a lightning bolt. He doesn't even need to expend any energy to get to the right dream; the very first image is of the incident.\n\nLathorar sees the scene from Dent's eyes, and it occurs precisely as laid down by the caravan guards. Dent, however, say something they didn't. A pair of glowing red reflective eyes lurked in the tall grass; Dent caught a glimpse of them as he fell. Dent probably thinks he was just seeing things, which is why he didn't mention it.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze swats at the moths as they approach him. One gets close enough to fly under his nose, and he sneezes as the thing goes by. While swatting, he says, \"I am not yet tired, so I suppose I shall take the first watch.\" " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nSetting up his tend on top of the card, Lathrohar paused from time to time to watch the actions of the moths and try and recall anything he could about them in case they posed a risk for anything.\n know nature - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] - These normal moths?\n\nAfter erecting his tent completely, and setting his bedroll up, he climbed inside and saying to the others, \" I need my nightly meditation, so I will retire to bed now \"\n\nAnd for DM only\n \n Spoiler \n know - (1d20)[ 8 ] (+10 if history/religion/planes, +8 arcana, +6 others)- Identifying those eyes.\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\n\nWatching bemused as a few moths land again on the back of her hands, Yolande glances nervously at the others.\n\n I guess even bugs need a little companionship now and again. I sure did appreciate all of yours today. That was...pretty scary, with the caravan guards being so emphatic and all. I'm happy to say that Mr. Dent's wound seems to be healing nicely, and without a hint of taint or infection.\n\nStill, took a lot out of me. If you don't mind me taking watch again tomorrow, I'd love to get a full night's sleep tonight. Just give me a shake if you need me, though. \n\nYolande sets up her bedroll near Saaya, and smiles hesitantly at the man as she settles in.\n\n All the clues, all the externals, seem to say not to trust this man...yet somehow I do. Why is that? \n\nShrugging, the young priestess takes the less comfortable option and leaves her shirt of mail on as she tucks into her bedroll, and is soon asleep." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel pitches his personal tent.\n\nJarzel lets the moths be unless he recognizes them as harmful. (( Nature - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] ; If they are so non-normal as to require something other than Knowledge (nature), I have ranks in Arcana and Religion (+6 modifier), the Planes (+4 modifier), and Dungeoneering (+3 modifier), plus some others that usually don't have creatures associated with them. Check my sheet if you need them. ))\n\n \"I'd like to take first watch along with Raze. We can help keep each other up so neither of our energy fails,\" he says with a reassuring smile.\n\nDuring the first part of watch, Jarzel makes an entry in his journal by lantern-light.\n\n(( He didn't cast any spells, so he won't need to prepare any new ones after watch. But he'll still spend a bit of time before sleep in quiet reflection. For future reference, though, Jarzel will always prepare spells in the privacy of his tent or his own room at the inn when in town. ))" }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "As night falls, Roderick paces restlessly for a while, then spreads out his bedroll. The moths annoy him. As one lands on his arm, he quickly grabs it, holds it down, and slowly crushes it to death with two fingers, his face contorting in a grim sort of sadness as the life is forced out of the tiny creature. He looks around for a moment, unconciously running his left hand over his bare scalp, then walks over to the tree and picks up something from between two of its roots, quickly stowing it in his clothes. Having disrobed and deposited his clothes in a neat pile next to him, he then retires to sleep sitting on his bedroll in the lotus position, head tilted back.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRetrieving psicrystal. Remember that it can detect anything within 40 ft, no check needed. It will tell me telepathically of anything unusual or seemingly out-of-place it found. It is currently stowed in a secret compartment in his clothes. If anyone sees it (unlikely, since he takes such care to hide it) it just seems to be a fairly large, flat, polished emerald.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze laughs at this, and says in an exaggeratedly confident voice, \"Bah, I have the energy to flatten mountains and fill canyons! The day my energy fails be the day I die.\n\n...Not that I would mind the company.\" He says with a smirk. \"You're quite welcome to share the watch with me, friend.\" " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel supresses a barely audible chuckle at Raze's \"day I die\" comment." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "After Roderick crushed the moth, the rest flitted away, abandoning the group entirely.\n\nBoth Jazrel and Lothrar managed to place the moths as a species known as the Soul Guard moth. The name came from the belief that they shepherded the souls of the dead into the afterlife. Apparently, soldiers wounded and left in the field would become covered with the things after night fall. A comforting blanket of sorts to pass from this world under. Although harmless, no explanation had ever been developed for this behavior.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPrivate for Enzario\n\nThe psicrystal had detected nothing unusual in its sweep. Everything in the camp was as it should be.\n \n\n\nAnd everything remained as it should be. Through the first watch, the second watch, the third watch, and on till dawn broke the still night. All remained peaceful, quiet and serene. There was nothing but the winds blowing through the plains grass, the Mourning Bough brooding in its burned dead bark shell, and the horses nearby. Other than that, there was nothing.\n\nIn the East, the sun truly ascended, dispelling the darkness and illuminating everything in the light of early morn." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nRising early, as has been her training for the past decade, Yolande stretches out her prayer scroll facing the rising sun, weighing it down with stones from the road. Out of respect for those who do not share her faith, Yolande keeps the prayers and hymns to what she considers the minimum. After an hour or so of prayer, worship and reflection on the events of the previous day, Yolande is ready to help with breakfast. Once done, she sits down next to Raze to eat. She is all smiles, absorbing the comfort of the dwarf's solidity.\n\n Energy to flatten mountains and fill canyons, indeed. I seem to recall a particularly melodramatic ballad that made the rounds a few years ago that had such a ringing phrase. If you're going to steal, my friend, do it with a little taste! " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nHaving volunteered for the last watch of the night, Saaya sits only a few feet from where Yolande sleeps, his legs crossed and his weapons in his lap. He watches the sky turn from black to navy blue and gradually lighten to the pinks and yellows of dawn and the light blue of the morning. He leans his head back for a moment and sighs, as if soaking in the last vestiges of night before the coming of the sun.\n\nWith a last glance at Yolande's sleeping form and a quick scan of the rest of the camp, he stands to his feet and moves over to the fire pit, adding wood and starting a new fire. By the time he has a simple but hardy breakfast well underway, the sun has risen completely and the camp is starting to stir. He cracks a brief smile as his companions squint in the light, their eyes still in the process of adjusting to being awake.\n\n And the sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze rises early with the rest. He'd slept well and was also in a good mood this morning. In reply to Yolande's accusation, he says, \"I'm quite certain I don't know what you're talking about. Seem I the sort to listen to ballads?\" He gives a short chuckle at this.\n\nAfter he bites into a hunk of jerky rations, a thought strikes him. \"Anyone thought to wake up the merchant and the lad?\" With that, he looks over to where they had gone to sleep." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick wakes at a fairly early hour, refreshed and in a relatively good mood. Almost immediately he checks his clothing, imperceptively sighing with relief as his fingers brush an off-center bulge. He dresses and packs, wiping dew off his brow as he does so. Because of his decent mood, when Raze mentions waking the merchants, he walks over and gives each of them a solid nudge with his foot. He then stalks back over to the fire, and helps himself to some breakfast." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe young woman joins in Raze's chuckle at his comment.\n\nRepacking her breakfast things and dousing her hands with a little water, Yolande smiles quizzically to Roderick as he nudges the merchants and joins them at breakfast.\n\n Good morning! You slept well, I hope? I didn't know you liked to sleep, well, au naturel . You're a bolder soul than me, I admit. \n\nShe glances over to her patient, seeing if he's rousing himself. He seemed fine last night, but I'll definitely want to check the dressing before we set out today. " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel wakes up about an our earlier than would normally be suggested reasonable for his late bedtime. He cleans up as quickly as possible and eats his breakfast in quiet contemplation.\n\nHowever, he does respond to Yolande's comment about sleeping attire: \"It's certainly better than slumming around in clothes filthy from the road and constant wear the way some folks have been known to do.\" (( If that bit about \"some folks\" could apply to party members, he will give a half-nod towards said members—more in the way of offering examples than disapproval. ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": " \n Spoiler \nPrivate stuff for Lathrohar\n\nRed glowing reflective eyes are said to be possessed by a bewildering array of menaces and monsters. This particular attribute cannot be used to identify the possessor of the eyes.\n \n\n\nDavid and Arthur awoke much refreshed. Arthur Dent in particular seemed in high spirits. A cursory examination of the wound revealed that the Sun God's power had proven true against whatever fell magics that branch had possessed. He was, in his own words, \" Almost as good as new, Pelor be praised. \"\n\nBoth David and Arthur partake of the morning meal. Aside from the horses, nothing living stirs on the barren, dry plains." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nYolande wasn't sure whether to take the merchant's praising of Pelor to be a fervent expression of a redoubled faith, or the opportunistic mouthings of a self-serving merchant. Ultimately, after a moment, she decided it didn't much matter one way or the other. Smiling to the merchant, she nods.\n\n Praise indeed to Him. I'm sure that the shrine in Grey Chasm would be honoured by a visit from you. Meantime, I'd say that clean living and good luck have also contributed to what looks like a nearly full recovery. Barring further interruptions by flying branches, you should be fully recovered tomorrow. \n\nGoing to check on Raynard, Yolande saw to his feed and watering, and with some effort, managed to get the bridle and saddle in place." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Chuckling at Yolande's comment about his sleep habits, Roderick sprays his breakfast all over whatever happens to be in front of him at the time. He wipes his mouth, still laughing lightly, \"Yes, much easier to concentrate without annoying creases in awkward places.\" He looks on with interest at Yolande's interaction with the merchant. His gaze is cut short as his eyes go unfocused, and his head lolls to the side, seemingly staring at something interesting that isn't there." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nClambering out his tent, finishing adding some notes to his notebook before tucking it back in with the rest of his belongings. \" That was a pleasant rest \" he said coming over to eat, taking the branch out from his cart, looking over it again, before putting it back in his cart.\nGoing over to Arthur, Lathrohar said \" Those eyes you saw, have you seen them before \" in a mysterious voice." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Raynard hadn't been in the best of moods. The grazing had been, as noted earlier, poor. The attention he received from Yolande pleased him however, and the animal settled down.\n\nMeanwhile, David was looking at Roderick with concern. He glanced at the other party members, with a face that said, Is this normal?\n\nArthur looked up in surprise at the ancient elf. \" I.. I don't know what you are referring to, good sir. \"" }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": " \"NOT NOW, DAMMIT!\" Roderick breaks out of his reverie with a violent burst of emotion. He looks around for a moment, then says by way of explanation, \"Not you folks.\" He looks around a little awkwardly, then digs back into his breakfast with a fervor." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "David recoiled psychically form the outburst, and found pressing business away from Roderick. He occasionally indulged in what he obviously thought were furtive glances at Roderick, but other wise pretended to be busy packing up his bed roll." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nAt Roderick's outburst, Yolande takes a firmer hold on Raynard, lest he be spooked, and tries to catch David's eye with a wan smile and a shrug." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \nJarzel watches the unfolding events with detached interest." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The tense and awkward situation was interrupted by a sound carried on the wind. High with terror, the neighing of a horse sounded from the north. Raynard and the other mounts responded to the panic of their brother with a similar panic.\n\nBlazing down the trail, heading south, a brown horse bolted with all its energy. Although saddled no rider was upon it, and the heaving flanks of the beast were slick with the sweat created by it exertion.\n\nSadly, such great speed and effort bring great risk. The Mourning Bough's roots caught a hoof as the horse stormed through and past the camp, and with another shrill shriek the horse tumbled to lay still at the base of the blakcened tree.\n\nThe dead beast's glassy eyes lolled in its head as the neck swung loosely, snapped by the force of the fall. The packs on its saddle bore a familiar insignia; a horseshoe over a gate. This was a horse belonging to the caravan guards." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nTurning from where he stood to look at the horse, Lathrohar said to Arthur \" Well when you remember I want to speak to you about them \", before walking over to the horse, crouching and looking at.\n\nStanding to his feet and looking down the trail for any sign of what caused the horse to panic\n\n \n Spoiler \n know nature - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] How far would a horse have to run to exertion itself as such\n spot - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] Anything?\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe young woman glances in concern at Raze and Saaya.\n\n I'll check on the horse if you want to look at the saddle. Perhaps they were attacked? \n\nSliding down off of Raynard, Yolande spends precious seconds securing him again to a bough, touching his neck gently, before going over to examine the brown horse.\n\n \n Spoiler \nChecking to see if there were any injuries or ailments (branches, etc) prior to the neck snap.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 16 ] Heal check.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel watches with a calm face as the horse meets its untimely end. He whispers to himself, almost inaudibly, \"Bad omen...\" \n\nHe quickly recovers himself, \"Hm. Seems we may be in for some excitement today.\" But all the same his gaze stays on the horizon.\n\n(( Like Lathrohar, scanning to see if there's anything visible. If he has time, he'll take 20, for a result of 23. Otherwise: Spot - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] ))" }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Almost immediately, Roderick is on his feet. A dagger flashes out, catching the light as it gleams off the polished blade. If one were watching carefully, they might see a hint of red in the depths of his eyes, but it's gone in a flash, and all there is is Roderick standing there, ready to kill." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Neither Lathrohar nor the somber priest saw anything other than the crushed earth from the impact of the terrified hooves. The creature's flight had been forceful enough to leave marks in the tight packed trail ground.\n\nPoor Raynard was understandably upset, as were all the mounts other than Sombra, who was as placid and unshakable as his master. Although unhappy, Raynard calmed down thanks to the efforts of Yolande.\n\nUpon examination, the horse had no other injury other than the neck injury. Although something had put a great fright in the horse, nothing had harmed it physically.\n\nMeanwhile both Arthur Dent and David Black were giving Roderick a wide berth, obviously afraid of the sudden display of the dagger." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe girl looks up at her companions.\n\n Well, something scared this horse, but didn't otherwise hurt it. I suppose that we've got to proceed, and if there's a chance of finding people still alive down the road... \n\nShe leaves the dead horse lying where it is, untethers Raynard and hauls herself back into the saddle.\n\n Who else is curious? " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"With all due respect, it's possible that whatever scared this horse couldn't otherwise hurt the poor beast because it was too busy hurting all the other horses. And their riders.\" \n\n(( Does it seem like the horse may have been under the effects of some Supernatural/Spell-induced/Extraordinary fear effect? Spellcraft - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] ; Arcana - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] ))" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"That's about what I was thinking...\" And with that, Raze rushes in the direction that the horse had came from, unsheathing his axe in the process." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nAs the rest of the group examines the horse, Saaya moves a few feet down the path, shading his eyes against the sun's glare and looking down the path. As Raze rushes past him, he holds out his arm and calls out.\n\n Stop! Wouldn't it be wise to approach this more carefully? \"It is not good for a soul to be without knowledge, and he sins who hastens with his feet.\" \n\nHaving said this, the tiefling slips quietly away from the camp, moving carefully and efficiently, seeking to remain hidden as much as possible.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \n Hide 21, Move Silently 25, Spot 17, and Listen 6 \n\nIf Saaya will try to keep about 60 feet ahead of the group, and will move quickly back (read: double move) if he sees anything worthy of reporting or is threatened by a significant danger.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze doesn't slow at all in response to Saaya's words. \"Every second we dawdle here could mean another life lost to whatever frightened this horse.\" " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Including ours if we just rush off half-cocked,\" Jarzel says with a tone more reminiscent of a simple statement of fact than a warning." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "As he walks past, Roderick bumps Jarzel's shoulder, \"What, afraid of a little scrap?\" He grins, \"But you do make a good point about going off half-cocked. Give me a moment.\" As he says this, his eyes suddenly flash a bright green, a flame seeming to leap into being within the ice blue irises. As it subsides, Roderick seems slightly more poised, more firm in his purpose, \"Ok, I'm ready. Let's go.\" \n\nHe jogs off, drawing a second dagger as he does so. Falling into step next to Raze, he chuckles, \"Well, looks like we'll be seeing some action shortly. Should be a good spot of fun, eh?\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze gives a somewhat bitter half-smile in response. \"Maybe for us, but not for the other guys...\" \n\nWith that, he directs his voice to the others, Jarzel particularly. \"If that's the problem, I was 'cocked' this morning when I woke up. If you be planning to join us if there's a fight, then get ready; lives may be at stake and we don't have time for you to wait around to get 'cocked.'\" " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nPacking his stuff quickly back into his cart, he went over and got his mule saddled up and got walking it over to the road, got his bow out onto his lap and got ready to ride down the trail. \" I'm not leaving my stuff back here, but lets go see if there is anything we can do. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nThe young man in black responds to Raze, \"Well, if you're in such a hurry, realize the horses at least will get us there faster.\" \n\nJarzel turns around and starts heading towards the horses. Addressing himself, he softly adds, \"Not that I see reason for such haste. They're so far away the only service we'll be able to render by the time we get there is burial of the dead.\" He pauses for a moment. \"Hm. Gonna need the shovel.\" \n\n(( If he is not otherwise interrupted, Jarzel will go saddle up Sombra and pack up. In the spirit of compromise rather than striking the entirety of camp, Jarzel will only grab a shovel, his backpack, rope, water, healer's kit, scrolls, and \"work clothes\" (his explorer's outfit). He'll leave the rest strewn about his still-pitched tent. The lighter load will help them move more quickly, too. ))" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze starts speaking aggressively, saying \"Methinks you overestimate how far they may be and underestimate how long men cornered can survive combat. Not even the strongest of horses can run so far as such speeds; they may be just 'round the bend.\" He then pauses, and grudgingly admits, \"But you have a point 'bout the horse.\" With that, he sets about saddling and mounting his (yet-unnamed) steed as quickly as possible." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"What bend?\" Jarzel asks, referring to the flat plains all around and the straight roads they support." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "It was true that for the most part, the plains road was straight; but as they traveled north, and entered the steppes, mesas, and canyons of the arid northern region, they round became more twisty as outcroppings of rocks became more frequent. In addition, sometimes depressions could be found on the plains, the craters of empty lakes from time long past. The group was still well within the plains, however.\n\nDavid volunteered to watch the camp while they set out. Arthur Dent chose to accompany them, but avoided both Lathrohar and Roderick.\n\nThe horse had left a trail for them to follow, and they had only been riding north for around the span of 10 minutes before the horse's hooves left the trail and instead went through the brittle prairie grass. The frenzied pace of the horse meant that a suitable trail had been stamped out for them to follow.\n\nAs earlier supposed, the trail led to a gentle slope leading to a depression, hidden by a slight rise, not tall enough to even be considered a hill.\n\nIn this depression was a scene of chaos. 5 horses lay dead, scattered throughout the depression. Lying on their sides and beset by flies, the carcasses where slick with blood. Open wounds, great cuts and slashes, gave testament to a savage mauling.\n\nLying against one of the horse bodies, propped upright by his dead steed, was the guard captain, smeared with red and apparently wounded. A scant few feet away, two other guards stood with their backs turned to the party. Of the fourth guard, there was no sign." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nPulling her horse up from its canter at the grisly sight ahead, Yolande instinctively slips back behind Raze, and settles her crossbow into the crook of her left arm." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Having saddled his horse (which, strangely, hasn't been mentioned yet 😉), Roderick trots up and dismounts next to the carrion scene. He hails the two standing guards: \"What's the situation here?\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "At seeing the other horses, Raze's steed gives a cry and trys to veer away. \"Whoa, steady girl...\" Raze says, in as soothing a tone as the deep voiced dwarf can manage. After calming the horse down, he quickly dismounts and goes to look over the injured(?) man." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya stands next to Yolande, his hands on his weapons and his eyes wide with shock. After allowing himself only the briefest moment of shock, he looks around the scene, trying to find anything subtle and out of the ordinary (besides the obvious) that might indicate a present threat.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nSpot & Listen: 25, 22 \n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel scans the scene, face impassive. He suddenly comes to a decision. He dismounts, calmly walks over to the guard captain, rolls up his sleeves, and begins to examine the wounds. (( Heal: take 10 for 16 ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The guard captain had two primary ailments: A spear broken off in his stomach, and a nasty blow to the side of his head. His helm was shattered around the area, and the captain's eyes were unfocused, looking right past Jarzel as if he wasn't there.\n\nSaaya did not see anything other than horse corpses.\n\nAt Roderick's hail the two guards turned around. Their fronts were smeared with red blood, but the way they moved and held themselves seemed to indicate that they weren't wounded.\n\nBoth men had smiles on their faces. One spoke. \" Oh, hello. Isn't it, \" and at this, the gestured at the splayed horse bodies around them, as if they were a harem of giggling maidens instead of carrion, \" beautiful? Just a lovely day. \"\n\n\" Yes, indeed. Absolutely fantastic. \" The other chimed in." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nWalking upto the two guards, Lathrohar chanted a few words then held out his hand towards them\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect Magic\n spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n\nAnd the knowledges that seem appropriate to the situation\n know nature - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] - Creature/About depression\n know arcana - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] - Spell?\n know planes - (1d20+10)[ 26 ] - Strange creature?\n know religion - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] - Divine spell?\n know geography - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] - About the depression, is it natural?\n " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nLeaving the others to face off with the two seemingly deranged guards, Yolande glances quickly at Saaya, whom she trusted to keep his eye on the larger picture, and dismounted to trot over to Raze.\n\n Bless you, Raze. Let me have a look, now. \n\nGlancing sharply at the spear embedded in the guardsman's stomach, she places a slender, gentle hand to either side, and chants a quick prayer to Pelor.\n\n \n Spoiler \nConverting a Cure Light Wounds:\n\n (1d8+3)[ 10 ] Cure Light Wounds\n\n (1d20+8)[ 19 ] Heal check to determine the seriousness of his remaining injuries.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel aids Yolande in her ministrations. (( Aid another: Heal - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The two guards stared at Lathrohar. \" What is he doing? \"\n\" I don't know. \"\n\nThe depression, as earlier noted, was the remains of a pond or something that had dried up, formed by entirely natural forces. There was no trace of magic on either of the guards. And the wounds on the horses could have been caused by any animal with claws and teeth, of which the plains had many.\n\nThe priestess's magic flowed into the wounded guardsman, the lambent energy glowing like the sun as it knit his wounds. The remains of the spear were removed, and the rest of his injuries seemingly healed. However, he remained catatonic.\n\nAt this point, Saaya heard a rustling in the grass, coming from the east (far) side of the depression. He alone caught it, its magnitude was so faint." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick wonders at these idiotic guards. You'd think that they'd at least have been on alert, considering their entire caravan just got mauled. Seeing that no one seems to be getting anywhere in any sortof deductions, he decides to take a slightly more direct route. He walks up to one of them, and gently slaps his face with a gloved hand, \"Snap out of it! What in the Nine Hells are you doing? What happened here?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The man stood there for a second, befuddlement on his face. Then he gleefully returned the slap. \" A game! What fun! \"\n\n\" Magnificent! \" His companion jerked off a glove and slapped Roedrick hard across the face, and the two laughed in unison.\n\n\nBut a familiar pain had seized Roderick, and a voice unseen and unheard by all save him spoke to him. \" Kill them. Kill all three of them. The idiot girl is going to poor all off her energy into healing a brain dead vegetable, and these two fools must die for their insolence. Loot what you can and then get away. \"\n\nAnd then the pain receded." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nChecking the guardsman's heartbeat, the young priestess shrugs at Jarzel.\n\n I think his body will recover. It's possible that his mind may take longer. Do you see anything I'm missing? " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya had just started to relax as the priests went about their administrations when he heard the rustle. He froze on the spot and listened carefully for a moment before moving slowly next to Yolande and Jarzel, whispering to the two priests softly.\n\n There's something here, on the eastern side of the depression. I'm going to find out what it is. \n\nHe looks around furtively, muttering under his breath I've got a bad feeling about this as he draws his weapons and moves to the nearest cover and disappears before making his way around to the east.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \n Rolls! \nHide 22 \nMove Silently 24 \nSpot 19 \nListen 18 \n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nTo Yolande (before Saaya mentions the noise): \"No, I think we got it. Yeah, we can only hope he's mentally better off than the others if we want to figure out what happened at all\" \n\nUpon hearing Saaya's report, he whispers, \"Go ahead, Saaya. Yolande, protect the captain. I'll make sure the others know what's going on.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nNodding, Yolande shifts her body slightly to cover more of the guard captain, and glances up and around as nonchalantly as she can.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYolande is preparing to put herself in the way of any attack that comes in on the prone guard captain. She is especially concerned about the two scarily deranged guards.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze looks on with a critical expression as the guards slap Roderick, and his hand instinctively moves to his axe. He moves towards the two men, worried about Roderick's responce to the slap. Over his shoulder, he asks of the two clerics, \"Know you anythin' that might cause this sort of... stupidity in a man?\" " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel answers Raze, \"I know of a number of things, but I can't be sure without a bit more information.\" Then, he adds in a whisper just loud enough for Roderick and Lathrohar to hear as well, \"But we may have a more immediate concern. Keep the axe out, but don't be too tense. Saaya's checking out some strange noise he heard.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze nods and relaxes a bit, holding his axe parallel to the ground with both hands. He keeps his gaze focused on Roderick." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "As the sharp pain stabs into his mind, Roderick abruptly stops moving, and the guards' slaps hit him square in the face with no reaction. His eyes glazed over and his fingers twitching, he keels over into the dust. Almost at once he is up again, an angry bonfire blazing in his blue eyes. He hears Jarzel's statement, and seems to be wrestling with himself, trying and not trying to move with some purpose. Then, a change comes over him. He stands perfectly still, at attention, then slowly relaxes. He looks around for a moment, then speaks to the guards, \"Stay here, children. I wouldn't want you to get hurt until I've had a few moments with you two.\" He gestures to the captain. \" \"Go sit by your friend there and don't move until I tell you to, okay? I'll give you a treat later if you be good.\" Roderick turns on his heel and walks away, businesslike, brushing dust off the front of his clothes, muttering something about idiot guards and tax money.\n\n \n Spoiler \nManifesting force screen , unaugmented. Taking 10 on a concentration check to hide the display. 1 power point spent. +4 shield bonus to AC for the next 2 minutes.\nAlso,\n Listen Check: (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n Spot Check: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze nods at Roderick, and though he seems concerned about the display beforehand, he visibly relaxes, placing his axe head-first on the ground and lightly leaning on it like a staff." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\n(( Hm. Just realized I forgot about Jarzel's backpack. He would have dropped it by the guard captain before conducting the medical examination... So that's where it is. ))\n\nJarzel retrieves his staff." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Swiftly Saaya slinked into the shifting grass surrounding the depression, scrambling up the steep slop. ((I earn experience points for excellent examples of alliteration. 🙂 🤢 ))\n\nThe rogue moved towards the source of the sound, slipping through the grass silently. He approached by moving along the south side of the depression.\n\nIt was not long before he sighted the originator of the rustling sound, some distance away from the depression and certainly not visible to one standing in that terrain feature. Four humanoid shapes huddled a short distance from the depression. Although one was warily observing the area, Saaya appeared to have evaded their notice.\n\nThe one glaring warily about was an elf. In his wide belt a shortsword and dagger were visible. A quiver and short bow lay nearby, easily with the reach of the wary sentinel. A small buckler shield was strapped to his forearm. His torso was protected by a leather jerkin inlaid with metal studs.\n\nThe other three where in an apparently heated discussion. One was a black bearded dwarf clad in banded armor. A large pavise shield with a war axe lay close to him. In his broad hands he held a powerful crossbow.\n\nThe third man was not a man, but another elf, shorter than his sentinel companion, but similarly equipped.\n\nThe final man, and the obvious ring leader, was an actual human. Even under his chainmail armor, his impressive build was obvious. This was a man of great strength and endurance. As with the others, he bore a bow, but this weapon was massive, easily as tall as the man who stood at least 6 feet. From his belt hung the scabbard of a long sword, the engraved hilt visible.\n\nAs earlier noted, the dwarf, the second elf, and the human were apparently discussing something. The first elf was apparently on watch." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze begins swaying in place, looking impatient as he leans in his axe, waiting to hear from Saaya." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSpotting the quartet of humanoids in the tall grass, Saaya crouched down quietly, straining to see if he could catch snatches of their conversation and gauge their intentions.\n\nAfter a few moments, whether or not he heard anything, Saaya crept back to the group, moving to within whispering distance of as many as possible.\n\n There are 4 humanoids, 2 elves, a dwarf, and a human, just to the south of us. The dwarf and the human are heavily-armored and well-armed and the two elves are equipped like skirmishers or infiltrators, all of them with both missile and melee weapons. They're discussing amongst themselves, but at least one is keeping watch and has undoubtedly noticed our presence. \n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \n Listen: 20 \n\nIf Saaya was able to hear anything they say, assume he transfers the general gist of the conversation to the others.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Did you hear what they were discussing?\" " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Hearing Saaya's comment, Roderick grins to himself. He walks over to the main group and grins, \"Well, I would hate for them to get the jump on us. Shall we pay them a visit?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nGlancing over at the two deranged guards, Yolande responds to Roderick softly.\n\n I can't just leave this patient right now. Not until we know what these two are likely to do. For all we know, they're the ones that did this to him. " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Unfortunately, Saaya only caught bits and pieces of their discussion. Words like guards, she, plan, caravan, and kill came up frequently." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Lathrohar, can you help Yolande by keeping an eye on these two?\" Jarzel whispers while gesturing to the two insane guards. \"I want to help greet our company. Alright, keep your weapons down, but out. Don't want to be too threatening off the bat, but we want to be prepared.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze nods and hefts his axe up so that the point where the head meets the haft rests just above his shoulder. \"Agreed. This look too intimidating, you think?\" He grins weakly." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe priestess hurries to her horse to pull down the crossbow, and brings it with her back to the guard captain.\n\n Oh, don't worry about me, Saaya. If there's four of them, you should take Lathrohar. I'll be fine. Be careful, gentlemen. \n\nShe smiles briefly at Raze, seeing the kindness under the bravado. She hunkers down in a place where she can keep an eye on the two guards, and on the place where Saaya has spotted the others." }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nLeaving his arrows in the quiver, Lathrohar walked over obviously using his bow as a walking staff making a few gestures as a layer of transparent armour appeared briefly over his form. Then grasp the bow/staff like it is truly his support, Lathrohar walked forward, his spare hand lingering not far from his spell component pouch, nor from his quiver. \" I couldn't find anything magically wrong with them, so hopefully those guards should just continue behaving as they are now, but if they do make trouble, I can't exactly club sense into them with my frail form. My mind is my strong point. I can get them to behave best from a distance, so going over with you would be good both ways. And as you said there were some elves, someone might finally show respect to their elders. \" Drawing and knocking an arrow with surprising speed he continued \" And I do know how to use this quite well. Once does not make it to an advanced age without learning something on the way \", before putting the arrow back into the quiver and returned to using his bow appearing as prop keeping him on his feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm still here... Just reaching end of the semester so projects and exams and the such are keeping me busy...\n\nMy bow is elvencraft, so is very sturdy and can be used as a quarterstaff. Thus using it as one for the mean time. Got to keep them guessing\nAnd that was me casting mage armour. Got two hours of it.\nAnd if you really want me to be bluffing it (1d20)[ 7 ] + circumstance bonus's (I am an old elf after all...)\n " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nReaching down to his belt unconsciously, Saaya hooks his fingers around the crossguards of his twin short swords and loosens them in their scabbards. He moves silently beside Roderick, his black-on-black eyes emotionless. He points in the direction of the hidden group before moving forward to lead the way." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel follows Saaya. Once in the clearing, he greets the strangers, \"Hello, there. And what might the four of you be up to?\" His smile displays a strange mix of caution, genuine curiosity, and sterness." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The keen eyed sentinel spotted them immediately. With hardly a second of hesitation, the group went from their weapons, drawing but not raising them to strike.\n\nThe human leader, hand on sword, spoke, focusing his gaze on Jarzel. His eyes and tone were harsh. \" We were discussing what to do about this little situation here. Seems to me you've claimed some of our property as your own . \"" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze raises an eyebrow, but remains silent, waiting for someone more subtle than he to respond." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick trots up, an arrogant smile on his lips, one drawn and one sheathed dagger clearly in evidence, \"And what might that be? Unless you really feel like ticking me off, you'd better explain that bit of reasoning. Fast.\" Lazily, he flicks his dagger towards their weapons, \"Those are not necessary. Unless you feel like an especially spirited form of conversation?\" " }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \nStood leaning on his staff, Lathrohar look at the four, his eyes lingering longer on the elves. \" Now what would this been that we have claimed as our own \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect Magic still going, unless it has been two minutes. Swinging it over them if they are within 60ft, if not, then how far away are we?\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nSlowly shaking his head, Jarzel calmly and without accusation states, \"We've taken nothing.\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Oh? Really? \" He indicated the depression behind them very bluntly by pointing at it. \" We found that loot first. Perkins here, \" He clapped one of his hands onto the shoulder of the elf who had been on watch, \" Found this mess and came back to get us. Only once we got here, we found you lot mucking about in it. Now, would you kindly leave so we can get to work? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet's say you're discussing roughly 30 feet from each other. One of the elves has the faintest trace of magic about him, seemingly focused around the buckler on his arm.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Ah, ah, aaahhh... That's what you mean, hm? Well, we certainly aren't interested in looting. Well, I'm not, anyway. I cannot exactly speak for my compatriots,\" Jarzel replies with an air of disinterest.\n\n \"However, one thing does intrigue me. I was under the impression that to a scavenger ownership was determined by possession rather than simple claim. And, uh, as you are not in possession of anything from the caravan, that would make you simply...'Out of Luck.'\n\nSo, why do feel you can claim ownership over any of those goods simply because you passed by?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" I reckon the law doesn't matter much out here. \" He waved at the surrounding planes with the hand not occupied by the sword hilt. \" There ain't no courts and no guards here. The only law is the law of the sword. \"\n\n\" Look, if it'll get this over with, let's make a deal. Let's split the lot 50-50. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"I did say I was not interested in looting?\n\n\"And I am sure you are aware that there are surviving caravan members that have their stakes in this. For reasons of my own, I am reluctant to apply this 'law of the sword' to them. And I know I can speak for at least one of my compatriots on that.\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" If you don't want the stuff, why don't you just hand it over? \"\n\n\" Look, Mister... \" The man sighed, and placed his free hand to his brow. \" I don;t much care about those caravan people. They ain't here, they ain't a factor. It's just you and me. \"\n\n\" Want do you want? Money? A favor? I can get ya both. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"A favor? You must be a man of influence to be one who deals in favors. What is a man of influence doing scavenging the plains, then?\" He doesn't give the leader a chance to respond before continuing, \"Ah, but I don't suppose that's any of my business. I have my reasons to be here. You have yours. \n \"In any case, those caravan people are a factor as a number of my compatriots and I deem it prudent to act in their best interest at the time being.\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Listen ,\" he scratched at the stubble on his face, you don't seem to be understanding me all that well. You'll get nothing from those caravan folk if you return the stuff. I can make it worth your while. \"" }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nOriginally content to observe the conversation in silence and support Jarzel with nothing more than his presence, Saaya quickly becomes impatient with the back-and-forth over the ultimate possession of the caravan's contents. Fixing his unnerving stare on the man, he chimes in.\n\n Listen, am I the only one who thinks there are more important things involved here than who gets their stuff. Something strange happened to these men, and it seems to me it behooves us to find out what. At the very least we don't want the same thing happening to us. You didn't happen to see anything, did you? " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The leader at first met Saaya's gaze, but then broke eye contact and shifted uncomfortably under the stare. \" Doesn't matter much to me. We didn't see anything. \"" }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nStill leaning on his staff, Lathrohar looked straight at one of the elves, and raising his hand to point a finger said \" Young one, tell me what you saw \"" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The man looked at the elf wizard with a sort of confused mirth, apparently confident in his followers loyalty. His mouth opened to speak, but he halted when he noted the serious face on the elf the wizard had pointed at.\n\nWith only the slightest sideways glance at his leader, the elf stepped forward and spoke in elven. When he was finished, he stepped back in place as his leader stared slack jawed at him.\n\n((Only understood in-game by those who speak elven:))\n \n Spoiler \n\n\" Honorable Elder, I saw nothing. Nor did the man, nor did the dwarf. My brother, however, saw two things: A rider on a pale horse, swathed in head to toe of cloth of some dark shade, heading towards Grey Chasm. It was the haste of his flight that caused my brother to investigate and discover this place.\n\nThe second sight was a brown horse, still living, tied to a rock in this place. My brother freed him, and he fled down the road. \"\n \n\n\n((Spoiler for Yolande))\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nMeanwhile, the daughter of Pelor was having difficulty with her childish charges.\n\nThe two unhinged guards had obeyed the command to take shelter behind the horse, but like two bratty children bored with a long trip they couldn't resist poking and prying at one another.\n\nFinally, one of them got either angry or excited enough to escalate the conflict, and in the blink of an eye a fist was swung. One guard now had a black eye, and both were wrestling and clawing at the other while the laconic guard continued to be unaware of the world around him.\n\nArthur Dent was up near the horses, looking nervously about. Apparently, when they had first come upon the sight, he had been so rattled he had moved off a short distance and vomited for a while before returning.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze silently listens to what he can only parse as absolute gibberish silently, looking to Lathrohar inquisitively." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nRising, Yolande crossed to within about 10' of the squabbling guards.\n\n Perhaps some kind of curse that reduced them to four-year-old mentalities. Pity it didn't shrink them as well. Hmmm. Perhaps there's something that can be done with that. \n\nCalling sweetly to the two wrestlers, Yolande speaks softly and slowly.\n\n Boys! If you don't stop fighting right now, you won't get plum pie with dinner tonight, do you understand? \n \n Spoiler \nTrying Diplomacy, Intimidate or Bluff (as you see fit) to make them behave. They all have the same modifier, anyway:\n\n (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "((Pardon my lateness.))\n\nLathrohar ((in the interest of getting on with it)) revealed that the elf had seen a figure swathed in dark colored clothing riding towards Grey Chasm on a sickly looking horse.\n\n((For Yolande))\n \n Spoiler \n\nBack at the catatonic guard's dead horse, the two deranged guards sullenly broke up their fight, the promise of plum pie apparently enough to keep hostilities at bay. The non-responsive sentinel was as non-responsive as ever.\n " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": " \"Really? Well, that's certainly interesting.\" He glances over towards the guards, noticing their antics, \"Excuse me a moment.\" \n\nStriding over to the guards, he lowers his tone to one of threatening malice, \"Sit your asses down. Now . I have absolutely no compunctions about killing the both of you, so watch your steps.\" \n\nRoderick walks back to the main group, sheathing his dagger and fingering a small bulge on the left side of his shirt, \"Pardon, please. Now, you were saying?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nAs Roderick comes back out of the woods to threaten the guards, Yolande watches him incredulously.\n\n Hey! Dough-head! These two are obviously not in control of their actions. We need to treat them with a little compassion. I had the situation under control. Now...how are things going over there? " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nUpon hearing of the dark figure, Jarzel effortlessly tunes out Roderick's antics and replies, \"Really? Guess we're on the right path, then. Is there anything else he can remember about this horseman?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The leader cut him off. \" You two, check the horses. \" The elves hesitated, and he shouted, \" GO! \"\n\nAs the two elves departed, the man rounded on Lathrohar. \" That was a dirty trick. \"\n\nBack at the depression, the two guards didn't really seem to get Roderick's threat. They just sort of seized up rigid, eyes going blank and vacant as they had when the one guard had been slapped." }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick simply stands there, his brow furrowed, obviously peeved that nothing is going his way. A finger twitches, and his teeth exude a soft grinding sound.\n\nSuddenly, his entire face convulses, his muscles going rigid as a forced exhalation exits his lips. His eye twitches, and he falls to his knees on the ground - this is a bad one.\n\nThen, in a flash, it is gone. He stands, and as he straightens his shirt, wheezes, \"I'm sick of your games. Tell us what we want to know, and perhaps I'll allow you to take a few things you want. Grate on my nerves any more and I can promise you that I will make your lives a cistern of pain.\" He catches his breath, and pulls out his dagger again, just to make his point.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIntimidate check?\n[ROLL]1d20+9[/ROLL]\n " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nIntimidate check anew: (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The human leader looked to his dwarven ally. The dwarf gave the subtlest and smallest inclination of his head.\n\nThe human turned back to face them. \" That was all my man saw. A man in dark clothing riding away on a sickly horse. \"" }, { "author": "Chineselegolas", "message": " Lathrohar \n\nGrinning slightly at the man, Lathrohar said \" What dirty trick?, one should always respect their elders \" as he walked slowly forward relying more on his staff than was really needed. \" Or don't you short lived folk care for those who live to see the centuries pass bye \"\n\n((OOC: Sorry, been busy with exams. Should be back to posting regularly))" }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya moves forward, placing his hand on Roderick's upper arm and speaking to his companion softly.\n\n Perhaps threats are not the way, friend. I see no need for violence. \n\nThen, Saaya nods politely to the dwarf and the human before moving towards the two elves. When he reaches them, he speaks in Elvish.\n\n I would know more about this figure you saw. You say he was headed toward Gray Chasm? Was there anything else notable that you observed? Any information you have would help us greatly in our search. I can't speak for all my companions, but I will gladly forgo any of the items from the caravan in exchange for this information. \n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nIf necessary, a diplomacy check (16, untrained)!\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze simply shuffles about awkwardly, unsure what do to with himself at the moment. He seems content to simply let the others talk; after all, a fight avoided is a fight won." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Look, I may be a bit of a scavenger, but I'm not a liar. When I said I don't know anything else, I meant it. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Very well, then. If that is so, I fear neither of our parties can provide any more aide to the other with regard to that issue. So let us turn to the other business at hand: Do you still intend to lay claim to the contents of those wagons?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Listen, if it'll speed things up, I've got some money right here. \" The man removed the hand from his sword hilt and began fiddling about with a pouch on his belt that jingled with the merry clink of coins. \" How much do you want for the lot? \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nShaking his head with bemusement, Jarzel replies, \"It's really not ours to sell.\n\n\"Now, on a normal day, I wouldn't care much about you picking off what you need. But today I happen to be in the position of needing to stay on good terms with people that do care. This means, I really can't let you take just whatever you please. However, I may be able to introduce you to those people that do care and they'll let you know what you can take. But in the meantime, I want to take a good look at that disaster area before anything important is disturbed.\n\n\"Is that all fine with you?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The man looked disappointed, but said, \" Fine. I understand. You don't mind if I come with you and take a look at the stuff myself? My man assured me it was a good haul, but, well, you folks have shown me he's less trustworthy than I thought. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Even if I did, I can't say I'm willing to put up any effort to stop you. I've got slightly more pressing matters. Just don't disturb anything.\" \n\nWith that, Jarzel turns around and heads back to the caravan.\n\n \"Is everything holding up out here, Yolande?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nYolande responds, softly for fear of unsettling the two guards.\n\n Fine, so far. The boys seem to be settled in. Although we'll see what happens if I don't come up with plum pudding by sundown. \n\nShe smiles enigmatically, and gestures back the way he came.\n\n How's it going back there? Roderick stopped back a few minutes ago, but didn't stay to chat. " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nLowering his voice so Aurthur doesn' hear, Jarzel informs Yolande, \"Turns out to be a bunch of scavangers. I seem to have convinced them not to take anything for the time being, but they still want to have a look around. I suggest we find out what we can about what happened here before anything important manages to disappear.\n\n\"Someone should probably go fetch David. These folk seem like they'll be civil as long as we have enough healthy and sane true representatives from the caravan.\" " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya walks back to the ruined caravan just in time to hear Yolande's report. His face shows thinly-veiled disgust as he answers, elaborating on Jazrel's comments.\n\n One of the elves saw a cloaked and covered rider heading toward Gray Chasm. But that's all the information they have. Most of the talk has been about claims on the caravan's goods. \n\nLooking around, Saaya wonders aloud,\n\n What is here that's so valuable? \"Lay up for yourselves not treasures on earth...\"\n\nWhen are we going to move on. And what are we going to do with these fellows? \n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nDo we even know the contents of the caravan. Quick Search and Spot checks (whichever works for just looking around for a quick impression).\n\nSearch: 22 \nSpot: 15 \n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze simply returns to the caravan silently, having nothing to add to the report. He keeps a close eye on the scavengers, his expression betraying more than a little disgust." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "A quick scan of the scene was inconclusive in regards to the valuables. It appeared that each of the horses had a small chest, about twice the size of a man's palm and perhaps 5 inches tall behind the saddlebags and secured tightly with rope, which couldn't have been terribly comfortable for the horses. They were securely locked and there was no sign of a key; the guards, comatose and child minded alike, had no keys on their belts.\n\nIn examining the scene, Saaya noted something odd. Below one of the sprawled horse bodies, it appeared as if the soil had been recently disturbed.\n\nThe scavenger and his dwarf guard stood on the lip of the depression, apparently conferring. The two elves sullenly returned, and the human leader began speaking to the insubordinate one in a hushed but angry tone." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nMaintining his hushed tones, Jarzel comments to Saaya, \"Let's not be in too much of a hurry. It is possible this Sandman was involved here. If so, there may be some insight into our elusive quarry we can gain here.\" \n\n(( Assuming the hidden chests are in some way evident to Jarzel... ))\n\nHe moves to Arthur and asks, \"Do you know anything about these containers?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Indeed I do, sir. You see, I deal mainly in rare, exotic, and easy to transport things that catch the fancy of nobles, historians, mages... you know the type. \" He loudly cleared his throat. \" As I was saying, we were attempting to transport some curiosities found on an island. Those chests contain them. They're small, round stones with a mass of curious scratches on them. I have no idea why they are so valuable, only that the learned people of the Republic will pay a pretty penny to get their hands on one. \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nAt the description of the strange stones, Yolande glances up from the unconscious guard. Something was tugging at the back of her mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttempting a Lore check (1d20+4)[ 21 ] to see if she recognizes anything from the description of the stones.\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Yolande couldn't remember too much about the stones. They were supposed to be relics of some old civilization. It must have been a widespread one because the bloody things could be found in a bizarre variety of locations. They'd been found on the highest peaks and in the lowest valleys, the murkiest swamps and the clearest lakes, and in the most sparse of plains and densest forests. One was never certain where he might find them, only that scholars payed a lot to examine and own them.\n\nThe markings on the rocks seemed to be a pattern of sorts, perhaps a language. Given that inscription seemed to be their only means of record, this hypothetical elder civilization was thought to either have been very primitive or to have found carving rocks to be an extremely simple task.\n\nAt any rate, they were an intellect curiosity and a source of income for explorers and scavengers. There was no standard price for the stones, but a platinum apiece was not unheard of. Most individuals couldn't afford them, and the majority were actually purchased by institutions like the Republic Library and the Imperial Academy." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n Those stones? Saaya, these stones belong in a museum, where scholars have a chance of bringing ancient secrets to light for everyone's good. Not squirreled away in the dungeon of some private collector. Plus, on the off chance that the Sandman is in some way involved, having the stones may give us clues, or at least draw him to us. Is there any chance we can, I don't know, scare the scavengers off or something? \n\nShe gestures her willingness to go to the site of the confrontation with the others." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nStill glancing around the ruined caravan to find any objects of potential value, Saaya responds to Yolande somewhat absentmindedly.\n\n Hmm, that's true. I've never heard of stones like those before. As to how to get the scavengers to leave... \n\nIn the midst of this sentence, Saaya trails off, staring intently at one of the horse carcasses. He dashes over to the body and begins to examine the soil underneath it. Picking up a handful of soil, he looks at it closely and removes one of his gloves to roll some grains between his fingers.\n\n Look at this! This soil looks like it's been disturbed. Very recently too. Someone help me move this horse. Does anyone have a spade? \n\nWhen the horse is moved, Saaya looks carefully at the ground underneath it for any clues before taking whatever digging implement he can find and carefully making small holes in the disturbed area, as if looking for something buried under the earth.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nIf time permits Saaya will take 20 on a Search check (total check of 27). If not, 25 .\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Moving the horse was surprisingly easy, revealing a large, irregular circle with a radius averaging about just under 4 feet.\n\nCertain facts became apparent from examining the hole, and the scene as a whole? First off, aside from a layer of dust on top, the soil in these parts was arid and hard packed, making digging a hard task.\n\nSecondly, the guards had apparently been making for Grey Chasm. They had been riding all day, and night had fallen by the time they would ahve found and reached this spot. Why stop to bury something?\n\nThirdly, the soil was ground fine. No loose clumps or clods. That wasn't exactly characteristic of a shovel.\n\n\" Whatcha got there? \" The scavenger leader was crouching next to the revealed hole, eyes glittering with greed. \" Found something good? \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nYolande quietly reaches for her still-loaded crossbow, hoping that this doesn't get any uglier than it already was." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nMoving over to the hole, Jarzel comments to the scavenger leader \"Good? Looks like a hole. Do you consider that 'good'?\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" You don't bury something for jollies. You bury something to hide it. And if it was worth hiding, it's valuable .\" The man looked up at Jarzel with a wry smile. \" I'm an old hand at this game. Not much gets past me. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Eh, what's valuable to one isn't necessarily valuable to another. Anyway, instead of burying, maybe it was digging something up. Or maybe a side effect of some magic. Or maybe tunneling... or... burrowing?\" \n\n(( How deep is the hole? ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "((Pardon me. I thought I had mentioned at some point that the hole is filled up with finely ground soil, and thus it's depth cannot be ascertained, but I apparently I haven't until this point.))\n\n\" If they were digging something up, why did they bother to refill the hole? \" The man kept smirking at Jarzel. \" And nothing on the plains digs holes this big. \"" }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nChuckling softly to himself and shaking his head in resignation, Saaya begins to dig, preferably with a spade of some sort but if not, with whatever is at hand.\n\n Only one way to find out... " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "There was no shovel among the stuff at the disaster sight, but the scavenger did have one.\n\nThe digging was swift. In a short amount of time, Sayaa had gone down about 4 to 5 feet. The scavenger leader sat near the lip of the hole, obviously eager to see what lay within. The heavily armored dwarf stood on the lip of the depression, watching the surrounding area warily.\n\nSayaa once more thrust the shovel blade in the soil. He hit something hard....\n\nAnd then a loud chitinous rattle sounded from the hole, like the clicking of a segmented carapace, or the clatter of bare bones..." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze approaches the hole, still holding his axe. He looks down when the shovel makes contact with a grim expression. \"Somehow, methinks no good will come of this...\" " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": "Roderick has been standing by, watching all the goings-on. He's intrigued by the hole, and as Saaya comments on it, he walks over and looks at it. He ponders for a moment, \"Hm, it almost seems as though it wasn't dug, but rather was made by some sort of burrowing creature...\" As the sound emanates from the hole, he jumps back, unsheathing two daggers from his belt, an excited grin on his face as his eyes flare green for a moment, \"Well, I guess we found that out quickly enough, eh?\" He laughs and readies himself for whatever comes out of the hole." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya's all black eyes widen as his shovel strikes something hard and a brief rattling sound can be heared above the scrape of the shovel. He briefly turns his head to look behind him. Seeing so many gathered around the hole (some bristling with weapons, others not), he gulps and digs the shovel into the earth again, his muscles tense and his senses alert. He mutters to himself (though loud enough that the people standing behind him can hear).\n\n \"Behold, I go forward to find him; backward and I cannot perceive him.\" " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Saaya, I think it's best you get out of there.\" As he says this in his customary matter-of-fact tone, Jarzel offers his hand to help Saaya out." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze steps forward, saying, with a concerned tone, \"I agree with Jarzel; somethin' 'ere feels... wrong.\" He plants his axe head-first into the ground and offers his hand to the digging man." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya stops digging as his companions counsel caution, and accepts Raze's outstretched hand. Climbing adroitly out of the hole, he dusts off his clothes with his hands (though it doesn't really make too much of a difference) and looks around, his hands hovering over his weapons.\n\n So, now how are we going to find out what's in that pit? It could be an important clue? " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "There was the slight sound of emtal scraping on leather as the scavenger leader drew his sword. \" I don't think we'll have to wait long.... \"\n\nIn Sayaa's absence, the earth on the floor of the hole began to move and shift, as if something just beneath the surface was rousing itself." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "As soon as he gets Saaya out of the hole, Raze hefts his axe and stands at the edge of the hole, waiting for whatever is down there to come out, and deal with it if it's threatening.\n\n((Entering Punishing Stance))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "A small spray of rock and dirt blasted from the hole, pelting them with dust and soil. A head emerged, insectoid, dominated by a large pair of sideways slashing mandibles and glittering black eyes. Antennae flicked back and forth like restless whips.\n\nA long segmented thorax pushed forth from the earth's grasp, long slender talon tipped legs unfolding to grasp the sides of the hole. With a heave, the abdomen and other legs were freed. Clawed legs gripping the vertical wall of the hole, the thing measured about 6 feet long.\n\nIt shook itself, the segmented carapace giving rise to the clattering noise heard before, dust falling off in a thin brown cloud. Then the insect's antenna unerringly felt in the direction of dirt coated Sayaa, and it pulled itself up from the lip with an aggressive clacking of its mandibles.\n\n((Please roll for initiative.)" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nFirst round action:\n\nYolande lifts a hand to the disk at her throat, then spins it in a complicated pattern.\n\n Sun preserve us all! \n \n Spoiler \nIn the first round, Yolande will cast Bless on her companions - but NOT on the four scavengers.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\n(( Initiative - (1d20)[ 7 ] ))\n\n(( Identify the Creature and potential weaknesses: Knowledge - (1d20)[ 12 ] ; Add three for dungeoneering or nature, add 4 for planes, add 6 for arcana or religion ))\n\n(( I'll post the action later today... Gotta Run ))" }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze suddenly has a wide grin on his face. \"Finally! My axe shall cleave you in two!\" He shouts before swinging at the beast.\n\nRolls: \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 14, HP: 24\n Initiative: (1d20+1=16) (Hey, not bad.)\n Attack roll/Damage Roll/Punishing Stance: (1d20+5=11, 1d12+4=5, 1d6=6) (Bleeeeeh. Also, forgot to add +1 from masterwork for the attack roll; that should be a 12. Not much better. [edit]ALSO forgot the bonus from Bless: 13. Still, probably not...)\n " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nRoderick laughs, teeth bared in an exited grimace. For a moment he concentrates, a loud, bass hum filling the air as a white ray shoots from one of his daggers towards the beast. The hum is almost deafening; it sounds eerily like a chorus of tortured groans. In an instant, though, the sound is gone, leaving a strange silence filled only by Roderick's laughter.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhee! The sound is not actually deafening, just very loud. It can be heard easily from 100 feet away.\nManifesting energy ray, cold damage. 1 pp\nAttack Roll for Ray: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] (touch attack)\nDamage: (1d6)[ 3 ] cold damage, no save\n " }, { "author": "Enzario", "message": " \n Spoiler \nOh, also, Roderick is at a full seven HP, has an AC of 16 (assuming his Force Screen is still up) and has 7 pp left.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\n(( Well, I'm pretty much at the bottom of initiative, so I guess what I do depends on what's going on...\n\nIf the creature is giving us a hard time and Jarzel's knowledge check doesn't reveal it to be immune to fear or mind-affecting spells, he'll try to scare it away with cause fear (DC 14 Will save or be frightened for (1d4)[ 4 ] rounds, else be shaken for one.\n\nIf the creature is getting thouroughly whomped, he'll save the spell and attack it with quarterstaff ( Attack - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] (includes bonus from Yolande's bless , Damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] ), or if anyone really needs it (down to three or fewer hp), convert command to cure light wounds ( Healing - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] )))" }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya - AC 17, 7 HP\n\nSaaya's jaw clenches and his eyes narrow as he braces to meet the creature's advance. Seeing Raze step up and attack the beast, the corner of his mouth curves upward in a slight grin as he shuffles his feet and lashes out with his twin short swords.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nIf possible, Saaya will 5-foot step to flank the creature with Raze and attack twice with his short swords. If he can't 5-foot step into a flanking position, he will move into a flanking position and only attack once.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n Tumble : (1d20+8)[ 14 ] - to avoid AoO's if forced to move more than a 5-foot step\n Attack 1 : (1d20+3)[ 11 ] - Additional +2 if he's only attacking once\n Damage : (2d6+1)[ 11 ] \n Attack 2 : (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n Damage : (2d6+1)[ 8 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The bold dwarf had been waiting for the appearance of some foe, and his patience paid off as he gleefully set upon the insect.\n\nThe axe swung up and over, coming down on the creature like a hammer upon an anvil. The axe blade struck a glancing edge of the creature's exoskeleton, and though the thing clacked in pain, the worst of the blow was deflected by the thick carapace it possessed.\n\nNext was swift Saaya. He slipped behind the creature, strategically placing it between him and Raze, forcing the creature to divide its attention.\n\nYolande called upon Pelor's aid. Each of allies felt a subtle change in the heat of the sun that fell upon them, as if it sought to comfort and warm them.\n\nRoderick's mockingly shot blast caught the thing as is skittered back and forth, trying to keep track both of Raze and Saaya. A patch of white frost quickly formed on one of the joint's connecting the thing's leg to its torso. Shaking its carapace with a rattle, the thing favored the iced leg as it tried to get tis jaws around Saaya.\n\nThe death priest recognized the thing- sort of. It bore a minor resemblance to a creature known as the Ankheg, a species of giant burrowing carnivorous insects. Ankhegs, however, where 10 feet long, and this thing was but 6. Also, the Ankhegs had a brown or yellow coloration; this creature's carapace was a dull steel gray.\n\nAt any rate, Ankhegs had a sort of primitive intelligence to them, and if it held true for this creature, it would know fear.\n\nJarzel's spell had an instant effect. Turning about suddenly, the thing plunged back into the hole and the earth.\n\nBut their reprieve was short. The screaming of panicked horses reached their ears, as well as shouts form the scavengers outside the depression. Behind one of the horses, a cloud of dirt erupted, and another insect appeared climbing over the dead meat. It set in the direction of the incapacitated guard and the loony pair, who appeared to take delight at its approach.\n\n\" Look, look! \"\n\" Ohhh, isn't it fantastic? \"\n\" Quite! \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n Hey! I didn't work so hard to keep him alive just so that you'd get a free meal. Get away from them! \n\nThe priestess murmured a brief but fervent prayer to Pelor as she loosed a crossbow bolt at the nasty looking thing, then hurried to slide another bolt into place.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5' step, either to the side if needed to clear a line of sight to the creature, or towards the new insect-thing.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 24 ] Attack roll with crossbow\n (1d20+5)[ 24 ] Crit confirmation on 19 or 20\n (1d8)[ 4 ] Damage\n\nMove action to reload the crossbow.\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " Raze: HP 24, AC 14 \n\nRaze quickly rushes to stand between the insect and the incapacitated guards. He brandishes his axe above his head and (if possible) makes ready to swing at one of the approaching creatures, focusing on the creature as his axe begins to glow blue.\n\nActions: \n Spoiler \nRaze will move between the incapacitated guards and the approaching monster, doing his best to keep out of reach of the unpredictable men while still leaving no opening for the creatures to get by. If possible, he'll just use a move action for this. If not, he'll double move or run.\n\nIf possible, as a standard action, he'll ready a Sapphire Nightmare Blade to strike at the creature as soon as it comes within reach.\n\n SNB Concentration: (1d20+8=21) (If that's above the creature's AC, its flat-footed for the attack roll. If not, I take a -2 to the attack roll.)\n SNB Attack: (1d20+6=8) (FRIGGIN' HELL!) (Also, forgot bless again; that should be a nine. Sigh)\nIn the unlikely event that that scores a hit:\n Damage (Axe, Punishing Stance, SNB): (1d12+4=13, 1d6=5, 1d6=3) \n " }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya - AC 17, 7 HP\n\nSaaya's relief at the insect's retreat is short-lived as a new foe bursts from the ground. He moves swiftly, positioning himself between Yolande and the insect and lashing out with one of his short swords.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nSaaya will (if possible) charge the new opponent, moving into a flanking position with Raze (hopefully possible, I'm not sure where Yolande is in relation to the incapacitated and loopy guards). If he can't charge, he'll still move and attack.\n\n Attack : (1d20+3)[ 10 ] - additional +2 if he can charge to a flanking position while staying between the insect and Yolande.\n Damage : (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n Sneak Attack : (1d6)[ 2 ] \n Man, this dice roller continues to hate me \n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nJarzel follows the others in engaging the second bug in melee. However, he's pretty confident that three other people in front of the guard are enough and takes up a flanking position.\n\n(( Attack - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] , Damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Raze battered the creature. Sadly, the thing's thick carapace kept the blows from striking true. Saaya edged forward and tried his luck, but the chitinous plates proved proof against his edge as well.\n\nThat's when Yolande made her shot. It slammed perfectly in a slight gap in the plates where the insect's neck and thorax joined. The mandibles snapped against each other in a frenzy of clicking pain. The front limbs scraped at the neck, trying to strip the protruding shaft off. It staggered about on tottering legs like a punch drunk boxer.\n\nThe death priest strode forward and caught the creature flat upon its head. A crunch of exoskeleton and a gout of pale yellowish ichor. The thing froze for an instant, then rolled onto it's back, spindly legs flailing and lashing at the sky before curling closed in the familiar pattern of insect death.\n\nAbove the scraping of dirt form the thing's death throes and the wet sound of fluid dripping from the head of Jarzel's staff, the sound of moving dirt and the rattle of more insect carapaces met their ears, though none were in sight.\n\nThe scavenger had fled up the depression to his men, and were apparently crouched over something in heated discussion. Only the dwarf could be seen, and his armor was covered in red and yellow." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n I hit it. I actually hit it. How the hell did that happen? I mean, how the heck- \n\nPanicking a bit, Yolande cast about. She stands very still, waiting.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReadying an action to shoot the next insect to pop up.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 12 ] Attack\n (1d20+5)[ 17 ] Crit confirmation\n (1d8+1)[ 6 ] Damage\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " Raze: HP 24, AC 14 \n\nRaze remains in place before the helpless guards, his axe at the ready. \"Stand firm, friends. I'll fight these creatures all day if I must!\" \n \n Spoiler \nReady action to Shockwave Fist the next one that comes close enough to get hit.\n\n Shockwave Fist, AR/Axe/Stance/Extra: (1d20+5=15, 1d12+4=8, 1d6=6, 1d8=7) \n\nIf it hits, that makes 21 non-lethal damage. Also, I suck at remembering bless; that makes the attack roll 16.\n " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Sounds like the other one's recovered. Okay, band together, and let's make they all stay safe,\" Jarzel says, indicating both the unconcious and the senile guards.\n\nHe begins coaxing the crazies a bit closer to the injured one." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya - AC 17, HP 7\n\nBreathing heavily from exertion and inwardly cursing his ineffectiveness, Saaya straightens out of his fighting stance and looks around, keeping his eyes and ears wide open for signs of more foes. As he does so, he poses a question to the group.\n\n So, what do we do now? Move on, or stay and fight the insects for the remnants of this caravan? \n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \n Spot : (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Listen : (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The two loons obeyed Jarzel's promptings, chattering away.\n\" This is so exciting! \"\n\" Exhilarating! \"\n\" I can't wait to see what happens next! \"\n\nArthur Dent scurried from where he had been hiding behind the horses and practically threw himself in their midst in his haste. \" Fromtheground! They came right out of the ground! Is this the hells? Am I in some twisted mockery of the world were even the earth is not safe? \"\n\nThe scavenger man and dwarf bounded down the depression to them, weapons in hand and glancing about warily. \" Hope you don't mind us sticking about. \" The scavenger leader dug at the soil with his the toe of his boot. \" They got the others. Dug the soil right out from underneath them and dragged them below. \" He shook his head. \" This doesn't make any sense! Why didn't they finish off the caravan guards? Why are they attacking only now? \"\n\nAll the around them the chorus of rattling and chattering continued unabated, surging to a new height." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \nWith the strange tones of frustration finally creeping into his voice, Jarzel chastises Arthur, \"It's a bug! Bugs dig! That's all. Now stay calm, 'cause your chance at survival plummets if you panic.\" \n\nWhen the scavanger arrives, he replies to the query: \"They're smart. Smarter than they look. Looks like smart enough to set a trap.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": " \"What are these things?\" Raze's voice is calm and even as he maintains his battle-ready stance, waiting for the next assault. \"Never before have I seen their like...\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "\" Who cares what they are? How do we fight them? And what the hell are they doing? \"\n\nThe scavenger leader had to shout over the tumult of noise; the rattling and clicking of the thing's had risen in volume to such a degree as to mask normal conversation.\n\nArthur appeared near the point of swooning as the two loony guards added their voices to the ruckus, gleefully shouting nonsense." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nShouting over the din, Jarzel asks the leader and his remaining companion, \"Do you have any horses?\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe young priest casts about for large rocks or trees - anything to get her up off the ground and away from the threat below." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "There were no rocks or trees; the Mourning Bough was a landmark precisely because it was such an oddity, and thus easily identified. There were no other trees to confuse it with.\n\nRock formations were less unheard of, and indeed got common if one headed north as the land became drier, but the plains were relative bereft of solid rock, and the depression sported no such formations.\n\nThe scavenger shouted to jarzel, \" Yes, but they're a good jog away. \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": "(( Okay, and we have... Okay, did Lathrohar tak his whole cart with? Is Chineselegolas/Lathrohar still around? Just trying to figure out how many horses we have now.\n\nJust weighing options in case we have to turn tail ourselves. ☹️ ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "((Chineselegolas hasn't made a post since the 29 of last month. Lathrohar most certainly brought the cart, since you brought Arthur and Roderick, both of who ride in the cart. So a total of horses: Raze's Mare, Raynard, Sombra, the Cart... Am I forgetting any?))" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nSpeaking as loud as he can with the hopes that everyone can hear, Jarzel says, \"One was easy enough, but it sounds like we're surrounded. It may be prudent to get out of here.\" \n\nHe then addresses the scavenger leader and dwarf directly, \"Get to that cart.\" " }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nShrugging, Yolande begins to move carefully towards the fallen captain.\n\n All right. I'm going to need a hand to get him into the cart, though. And someone's going to have to deal with the Wonder Twins over there. \n\nShe juts her chin towards the two idiot guards." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya sheathes his blades and moves quickly over to help Yolande carry the captain over to the cart. As they work, his eyes still wide open for more enemies, he mutters under his breath.\n\n Is there a connection between the insects and the cloaked rider? Why was that horse directly on top of that burrow? " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze seems to be left with the two idiots, and his facial expression momentarily reflects how much this concept displeases him. However, when he turns to look at the two dimwits, he puts on a wide, fake grin, and says, \"Hey, boys, would you like to go on a cart ride?! Just form a neat line and wait for your turn to get on board!\" " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The scavenger leader nodded. \" Don't have to tell us twice. Let's get the hell out of here. \"\n\nAlthough the sounds of the insect remained a constant din, and the sound of moving earth was added to the assault of noise upon their ears, no insects actually emerged. In places the soil suddenly bulged, or furrows rose, but nowhere did an insect actually leave the soil.\n\nThe two madmen eagerly obeyed Raze's command. \" Oh, thank you, Uncle Stumpy! \"\n\" First those cool bugs, and now a cart ride! \"\n\" This is the best day of my life! \"" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": "(( Are any clear paths left for the cart? ))" }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "(( Yes. ))" }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nRushing accompanying the scavengers to the cart, he asks, \"Do you need the horses? Stopping to change to them will put us at further risk.\" \n\nAfter reaching the cart, he'll only pause long enough to make sure all the caravan gaurds are on board before mounting Sombra." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze's strained smile visibly twitches at \"Uncle Stumpy.\" He begins waving the two madmen towards the cart, holding his axe near the head with his left hand, staying wary of the insects. As soon as they get on the cart, he runs to his mount." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n Bless you, Saaya. \n\nAs the two heft the captain's body up onto the cart with what will have to pass for gentleness under the circumstances, Yolande turns, nods to Saaya, and runs over to her horse. Mounting up as soon as possible, she again brings the crossbow to bear.\n\n Well, gentlemen? Shall we? " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "Behind them, the surface of the depression erupted into violence like a witch's cauldron coming to boil. from the furrows and mounds came forth the chitinous armored forms of dozens of the insect creatures. Mandibles and carapaces clacking, antenna whipping about like curtains caught in a gale, the horde surged in the cloud of dust kicked up by their sudden arrival.\n\nAs to Jarzel's query, the scavenger replied \" Forget the horses! Run! \"" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n AAAIIIE! \n\nIt takes the sheltered priestess every ounce of courage in her body not to simply give the horse its head and take off. She fires off another bolt at the nearest of the surging insects. Only once the cart was moving did she allow her horse to follow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIn the unlikely event that it matters:\n\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] Attack\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] Confirmation\n[roll]1d8/roll] Damage\n " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze yells, \"Get the cart goin'! I'll focus on coverin' yet right flank!\" With that, he spurs his mare into action, staying near the right side of the cart and hoping someone else would pick up the left." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nPicking up on Raze's unspoken hope, Jarzel takes to the other side of the cart." }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The cart, now bearing the old elf, the two surviving scavengers, the three guards, Arthur, and Roderick, creaked perilously. The horse drawing it screamed in terror and protest as Jarzel and Raze moved to guard the cart's flanks.\n\nThe lead elements of the insectoid wave, one of them bearing a feathered shaft with great annoyance from Yolande, paused a few scarce feet from the horses. They moved sideways, circling about, keeping at least ten feet between them and two mounted guardians, but clearly attempting to get in front of the cart." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze spurs his horse forward, brandishing his axe in the direction of the creatures, getting near the cart-horse so-as to hopefully keep them from getting in front of the terrified animal." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Keep moving! Don't let them get in front!\" \n\n(( How many bugs can we see? ))" }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nThe girl is yelling now, hoping with the sheer force of ululating sound to discourage this ravenous horde. Yolande tries desperately to control her horse, keeping him in between the cart and the bugs.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAre the bugs moving faster than the cart? Any way to tell if they're acting on hunger, or being driven by an outside force?\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "The insectoid aggressor's numbers are not easily counted, given both their tendency to shift back and forth into one another's places and the fact that all share identical markings. Somewhere between 10-17 individuals seem present, the majority on the slope behind them with only 4 in close proximity to the cart, 2 on the left and 2 on the right.\n\nRaze put himself firmly between the cart and the two flankers. One moved to directly engage raze, the other continued its attempts to move in front of the cart.\n\nHowever, the insects cannot quite keep up with the horses. Slowly but surely, the distance between the insects and the cart would widen. The pursuing foes were making every effort to keep up but were losing ground.\n\nIf they were hungry, why were the guards and horses, perfectly fresh and and easily available, lying in plain sight unfeasted upon? No plains scavenger was of sufficient size to be worth luring. It seemed as if they had some ulterior motive." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nPuzzling even as they pounded away from the swarm, Yolande thought to herself. There must be something ON the cart they want. Curious. " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n\nContinues onward, content to wait until the group is a safe distance away before stopping to think." }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze continues onward as well, dropping back a bit to make sure he's able to intercept any bugs that show signs of catching up." }, { "author": "Mephibosheth", "message": " Saaya \n\nSaaya, perched on the back of the cart with his shortbow drawn and ready, begins to slow his breathing as the bugs receed into the distance. As he does so, he looks around, taking stock of his surroundings.\n\n OOC :\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for not posting for so long. I lost track of the game for a while.\n\nQuick question: is the cart we're using one we found at the caravan wreck or one we brought with us?\n\nEither way, Search and Spot checks to find anything unusual on the cart or in the general area: 21/12 respectively.\n " }, { "author": "Neon Knight", "message": "At about the time the hit the trade road, they had gotten enough of a lead so as to stop and catch their breath for a minute or two.\n\nAll of the horses were jittery or panicky, and the cart horse looked like it was about to collapse. It could not keep up this pace for long with all this weight upon it, the added 2 mad guard, lone comatose guard, and two scavengers being more than it could properly bear for a great distance." }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Well, that was quite the diversion,\" Jarzel says in his usual calm manner of hiding exactly what he means. \"Let's all take a breather and then we can figure out what to do from here on once we get back to camp.\" " }, { "author": "Proven_Paradox", "message": "Raze nods to Jarzel. \"Aye... I'll keep watch for 'em as well.\" He dismounts and begins pacing around the outer perimeter of the area while the others take a break, resting his axe on his shoulder." }, { "author": "Toliudar", "message": " Yolande \n\nPulling her horse close to the wagon, Yolande quickly examines the unconscious guard captain to see if the jolts and starts of their escape had worsened his condition.\n\n What in the world could they be after? Clearly, they're not acting out of simple hunger, or the swarm would have simply risen up and attacked a horse. " }, { "author": "Shhalahr Windrider", "message": " Jarzel \n \"Doesn't mean it wasn't just hunger. Maybe they just don't like horsemeat.\" He gives a sardonic smile. \"Though they did have three perfectly good human meals nearby...\" " } ]
[ { "author": "mshady", "message": "Heretic's Bane - Barakbar Group\n\nChiefwaha – Carmard – Dwarven Sorcerer\nNexus R.C. Mina – Dreka Stoneshadow – Duergar Rogue\nYeygresh – Unknown – Dwarven Cleric\n\nDelzoun was once a great shield dwarf empire, perhaps the greatest after ancient Deep Shanatar. Their strongholds filled the Underdark and a few of them even rose to the surface. During the ancient times, Delzoun and the Netherese had been both allies and neighbors. The Delzoun dwarves sent exotic metals and fine armaments to the voracious Netherese out of the dwarven port city of Ascore. In exchange, the Netherese used their magic to improve dwarven civilization with all manner of wonders. One of the greatest remaining products of Netherese aid is the Low Road that crisscrossed the Fardrimm and united Delzoun.\n\nOne of the smaller Delzoun strongholds in the Underdark was Citadel Barakbarr, meaning Shield City as it guarded the Empire’s southwestern flank. Geographically isolated from the rest of the Empire, it was much more a fortress than a city. Towards the end of both Netheril and Delzoun, both were increasingly hard pressed by their enemies. While the Netherese could defend themselves against Phaerimm in combat with their powerful magic, the Delzoun had comparatively little magic and were nearly defenseless against the Phaerimm. Seeking to conduct research against the phaerimm far from their enemies, the Netherese enclave of Opus sought a location far removed from their phaerimm enemies and asked their Delzoun allies for use of one of their Citadels. In exchange, Opus established a mythallar and shared spells with the rare dwarven wizards while helping to train more of them to defend against phaerimm attacks. Indeed, Barakbarr would become Delzoun’s center for arcane study second only to Ascore. With the mythallar allowing for powerful wards and magic weapons within its radius, the Netherese also created a hub of portals linking Barakbarr to other Enclaves and some other locations similar to Ascore. The already isolated citadel now became impregnable.\n\nWhen Karsus slew Mystryl in -339, the Netherese quite literally fell. Delzoun lost its most important ally and its final decline began shortly thereafter. Refugees from Low Netheril fled to dwarven territory and beyond in the aftermath, establishing some of the first human settlements. The remaining Opus Netherese in Barakbarr who had not already left before Netheril fell disappeared shortly before the actual fall. Without the Netherese, the dwarves of Barakbarr were unable to maintain the portal network themselves. As a safeguard against others using the portals if captured, they required constant maintenance by the Netherese. The mythallar soon faltered as well, providing the most limited abilities. Still enormously dangerous, the dwarves of Barakbarr sealed it in a chamber.\n\nWithout the portals and the increasing isolation of the Delzoun citadels from one another due to constant warfare in the Underdark, Axelord Besander XII established a surface trading post in -334 DR or face starvation. Known as Besander’s Blockhouse, it is the site of modern Everlund in the Silver Marches.\nThe fortified trading post sat at the head of the Rauvin River and some civilization grew around it, mainly refugees from Low Netheril. Few suspected Citadel Barakbarr lay below the surface outside of the dwarves. Even the surface became too hostile as the region was flooded with orcs and other monsters from the Spine of the World. Hardly comparing to Citadel Adbar or Sundabar, the dwarves abandoned Besander’s Blockhouse and returned underground in -104 DR. With Delzoun Empire falling in -100 DR, any who knew of the dwarves of Besander’s Blockhouse assumed they died along with the rest of Delzoun. In actuality, they survived until -98 DR when their Netherese magic finally attracted the attention of the Phaerimm. Having barely survived that threat, the drow and their slave armies finally sacked Citadel Barakbarr and sacrificed its inhabitants to Lloth in a temple to Moradin, starting with Axelord Besander XII.\n\nLike much of the Fardrimm and the old Delzoun strongholds, it was largely abandoned for almost two millennia with the occasional monstrous tribes or other residents taking refuge there. Outside of the plundering by the Drow, it remained largely untouched. In 1368, Citadel Barakbarr was finally tracked down by the Forgemark of Moradin, a Brotherhood of dwarves. A treasure trove of unusual magic, books and other Delzoun and Netherese artifacts, it became their base of operations until the establishment of the Jilker Patriarchate in Icewind Dale. The Patriarchate now use it as a training ground for its war mages and a storehouse for accumulated lore books and magic. It is also used to launch expeditions into the Underdark. While a significant stronghold, its actual population does not exceed the size of a large town today but it is expanding. Negotiations are currently underway regarding incorporating it into the Silver Marches, but these negotiations have flounder due to concerns about their ability to defend themselves. To this end, the Patriarchate is reactivating the long dormant mythallar and seeking components within the ruins of other Netherese cities. These expeditions have not been appreciated by the Empire of Netheril. Other expeditions are launched into the Fardrimm as they attempt to survey the Fardrimm and determine the status of the old dwarven strongholds there. Ultimately, the Patriarchate would like to reopen the Fardrimm and help reestablish a Second Delzoun Empire or at least help the other dwarves in region make better use of the ancient Low Road.\n\nOne of these survey expeditions is exactly what they have in mind today.\n\nGlorian Silvernail, the Axelady of Barakbarr and Mage Commander of the Forgemark Arcanii is pacing in front of the party, gesturing at a large map. Over a hundred dwarves are assembled in front of the eastern barracks and the Mage Commander is in a foul mood today, either. Glorian has a mop of short blue hair streaked with grey held up by a headband. A blue tabard covers her finely crafted plate mail. In her hand rests a Staff of the Magi, a fact she takes pride in and delights in pointing out to others, especially wizards. A mace and a dwarven waraxe sit on belt loops at her side next to half a dozen wands which click against each other as she walks. A round shield emblazoned with the holy symbol of Berronar, two interlocked silver rings sitting atop an open grimoire rests against the wall next to a crossbow. The significance of the heraldry is not clear to most, but everyone knows she’s a very powerful wizard and deadly with her weapons as well.\n\n“…. and the next time one of ye lose yer maps like those rothe dung that call themselves Forgemark of Gulvar’s detachment, don’t be coming back! Don’t lose yer equipment! Absolutely do not lose yer standard, either! Go back and get it!” Red faced, she slams her staff on stone floor with a loud crack. “We nay want drow or duergar or shadovar finding it, do we Gulvar? Or waste a month’s patrol? “\n\n“No, Mage Commander…” Gulvar says, a sour and shamed look on his face on the intimidating looking dwarf.\n“What? Is that sincerity I did NOT hear?” Glorian barks.\n“No, Mage Commander! Err… yes! No first than yes!” Gulvar replies back.\n“I know why ye lost yer satchel. Because yer a lackwit!”\nRather than respond, he says nothing this time and is red-faced with embarrassment. Glorian gives him a withering look, takes a deep breath and regains her composure.\n“Gulvar, yer placed on scroll scribing duties for a month. Yer dismissed.” Turning to the gathered dwarves, she stands stiffly.\n\n“Arcanii Gulvar’s detachment was ambushed three days ago in the Fardrimm while encamped at an old ruin. During his… withdrawal, his detachment became disordered. He left behind one of his own, his map satchel, a magicked Underdark map and a standard. We need to recover all of this. A large force would just be scaring off these duergar, so I’m sending a smaller force to surprise them. With luck, we’ll have ‘verything back within the week.“ Looking in the direction of the party, she levels her gaze at them.\n\n“Arcanii Carmard, ye are to take your detachment into the Fardrimm and recover our kin, our standard and our maps and to leave immediately. I trust ye to use our grey friend ‘ere to help on this task. The rest of ye are dismissed. Arcanii Carmard, Dreka and Gulrik, stay here so we can make preparations.”\n\nThe rest of the assembled dwarves file back into the barracks or move on to other business, saying little to anyone. More than a few cast sorrowful looks in the party’s direction..." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \n Spoiler \nDream sequence under construction\n \n\n \"S-s-surely G-Gulvar did not f-f-flee without takig note of the lay of the land over there, marm?\" Dreka stutters as she tries to shield herself in vain from the noontide heat.\n\nScratching her bald pate through the cowls of two thick grey cloaks one atop the other, she says further, \"N-n-never, ye can be sure of the numbers or the strength of a party of my folk--- I s-s-suggest extreme caustion and wariness\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "The powerfully built, light skinned dwarf with a blond beard that Glorian referred to as Carmard nods as he speaks, \"I'm at your command lady.\" \n\nHe leans on an axe as tall as himself, and wears fine platemail emblazoned with the symbol of Moradin." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "As the rest of the folks clear, Glorian waits impatiently. Far from a patient dwarf, she seems particularly impatient today evident by her tense face and her repeatedly clenching her fingers on her powerful stave. When the last person clears out, followed by her glare, she begins…\n\n“Arcanii Carmard, take the other two with ye. Hopefully we can find an axe idiot to go along with you, the priest and Dreka to even ye out but I’ve got more than a few irons in the fire right now so… we’re limited. I hope yer ready, because you’ll be on yer way shortly. The truth of the matter is that, while Gulvar just got back… he also just left. As ye know, some patrols are given magicked amulets or similar things. When they’re broken, they allow ye to be teleported straight back here if yer in mortal peril. With some effort, we can find them in case one o’them is lost or as ‘s more often the case… the wearer is killed. Can’t just tell everyone that though! So…”\n\nGlorian reaches into a small bag on her hip and hands Carmard two stone rune tablets bearing Glorian’s personal mark.\n\n“…I nay have any more of those. Instead… you’ll have to do this. You’ll proceed to Soulhome through one of our portals. The big rune is a shared rune that I cast, letting ye use a Gate spell. Once yer in Soulhome, use that rune to open a Gate to where ye want to go. It’ll take ye exactly there; only safe way to move in the Underdark outside of walking. Retrieve the maps and our standard; ye are to finish up Gulvar’s patrol for him. Finish Gulvar’s route and use the second rune to teleport back here. Or if yer group gets into serious trouble beforehand… which could happen. But don’t lose anything! The standard is a manner of honor more than just its value, but the Undermap Gulvar had shows all routes through the Underdark within a mile. I nay think I’ll ever send one of those out again. Hmm…” Glorian reaches into her satchel and removes a small, leather scroll case and hands it to Carmard. A blood stain is readily apparent.\n\n“Those are Gulvar’s orders. They’ll explain all the details ye need there. I’ve marked where the rune was on a paper map in there as well when I cast the location spell, but they may be moving. I want ye to find whomever took it and kill them. If there’s too many… use a sending stone and let me know if ye need the help but ye better make sure ye need the help.” Glorian tosses an odd shaped lump of quartz to Carmard as well that is covered in dethek runes. Thinking a moment, she tosses two more dethek rune covered stones to Carmard.\n\n“The other two… one is a blade barrier spell, the other be a spell called cloudkill. Ye know full well the uses of poison gas in caves, I suspect.” She smiles wolfishly. “So any questions? Straightforward enough I think.”" }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard scratches his beard, \"No lady, no questions. We shall recover the maps, standard, and any living patrolmen, then finish the patrol.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Yegresh? Nexus? Anything to add before we continue here?\n\nMShady" }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": "Dreka nocks her crossbow beneath the heavy folds of her cloak and hears the satisfying click of a bolt sliding into place. Stroking the old wood, steel and twine, she licks cracked lips, pulls her cowls even lower and mutters, \"B-B-Ber-ro-ro-nnar's name, shall we not move already--- the better to get out of the sun?\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Glorian turns to walk away and halts in her tracks. Turning her head in a near owl like fashion, she blinks and looks at Dreka.\n\n\"Lass... ye know where ye are, aye? In the Underdark? Barakbar? Aye?\" Turning fully, she looks at Carmard.\n\n\"Ye sure ye want this one as yer scout?\" Glorian states, a hint of grinding impatience in her voice. Looking at Dreka like a damaged child with a questioning but unsympathetic, she is weighing and measuring her." }, { "author": "Yeygresh", "message": " Gulrik \n\nGulrik looks at Dreka with a flabbergasted expression, then turns to regard Mage Commander; \" I'm.. sure she's just... anxious! Anxious to reclaim the standard, yes. \"\n\nAfter giving a curt bow, Gulrik turns and heads toward the exit. \" Let us be going now, the sooner we leave the better, me thinks. \"\n\n[OoC] I apologize for my lateness, my router seemed to had an aneurysm the other day, and it took a while to fix." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Glorian clears her throat as Gulrik turns to leave.\n\n\"Ye hold on there!\" Her voice snaps like a whip in Gulrik's ears. \"I'm still wait'n on an answer from her. As Gorm priest, I'd think you'd be more concerned with protect'n yer party as yer supposed scout nay seems to know where she is. I know she be a bit of a barking moonbat, but...\"\n\nGlorian walks up next to Dreka and ***** her head, blue hair falling to the side.\n\"Lass, where do ye think ye are? Ye okay?\" Glorian takes a tenative sniff, perhaps checking for alcohol." }, { "author": "Miraqariftsky", "message": " \"M-m-my s-sleep was bad, marm\" Dreka stutters with a shiver. \" Whether, o-o-omen, 'twas, o-o-or n-n-nigh-ightmare, I know not...\" \n\nFinding that speaking about her woe actually makes her feel better, she continues her musing before her great benefactor... and yet she shivers still. With thrembling hands, she unloads her crossbow, fearing that she might fumble with all her shivering and shoot herself in the foot. \"Cold... cold... cold, it was. D-d-ark, beyond reckoning... I... I felt like s-s-something was s-s-sucking me dry... yet it was no illithid, them, my folk know well...\" \n\nShe then bows low, mumbling, \"S-s-sorry f-for my sh-shortcomings, marm...\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard looks at Glorian and then to Dreka. No emotion crosses his face, but he wonders if he's been saddled with a crazy comrade as he waits for directions." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Glorian's look changes from one of bafflement to enragement and back again. Gripping the silver ring on her left hand with her right, she twirls it on her index finger as if it is a kind of touchstone for her. The anger subsides and she pauses to think as she watches Drekka fumble to unload a crossbow that should never have been loaded with a withering look. Turning away, she steps over to Carmard and speaks directly to him in tones loud enough for the whole group to overhear.\n\n \"Arcanii Carmard, I nay truly have the time to sort out all that ones... troubles. Sort her out or find yerself another scout as ye please. I know we took 'er in for her...potential... but remind her we demand some form o'discipline out of her. She needs to work for 'er supper like the rest of us. I trust ye to address that crossbow o'hers as well.\" \n\nSpinning on her heels, Glorian turns and walks off down the long corridors of Barakbar, her staff clicking angrily on the ground and shaking her head in what would generously be called dismay." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard nods, \"As you command.\" He turns to the others and looks at them steadily. Finally he grunts and opens the leather case with the instructions in them and begins to read. \"Get anything you need together you two, we're leaving soon.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Carmard and his group leave the mustering area and walk to the portal rooms at the heart of Barakbar. Ancient arcane flames blaze along the walkway along the high, vaulted ceiling. They cast an oddly soothing red hue; one of the few things the mythallar can still power in Barakbar. The group walks down a long walkway made of sectioned black marble and hardly see a soul as they do so. By the dwarven standards of this day, Barakbar was well populated but this place was built in another era and the age shows. However fine the dwarven stonemasonry and Netherese magic was that built this place was, it shows its age. Pock marks, cracks and outright holes are found along the corridor along the way, evidence of the battles that have swept through the area, earth quakes and outright age. Barakbar was a kind of ruined beauty. The Patriarchate was working hard to return the stronghold to its ancient splendor and soldiers here did as much stonemasonry work as drilled. Arcanii had other duties.\n\nOne of those involved golems. The group passes a senior Arcanii walking down the corridor wearing a large amulet with one of the stronghold’s Hammer Golems in tow. It clanks along with solid, heavy, thumps and clanks behind its master. The Arcanii waves at Carmard as the two cross paths but no words are exchanged. They walk past busy smithies and a training area, as well as several living areas but hardly see another soul.\n\nAfter walking for many minutes, the group enters the central plaza. Corridors lead off in other directions and the plaza resembles the hub of a wagon wheel in layout. The great chamber rises up several hundred feet with layers of rooms carved into the side. These areas house most of the actual residents and it is where Carmard and the others call home. The view of the magnificent chamber is a pleasing site from several levels up, watching the hustle and bustle below as this area is the living heart of the stronghold. The vaulted ceiling, supported by massive pillars of stone, ends in a dome high above the plaza. The glowing of dethek rune wards, both freshly carved and ancient, line the top of the dome that protect the stronghold from all manner of intruders. Many intricate, painted, engravings of dwarven history fill the top of the dome. On opposite sides of the dome stands the intricately engraved visage of Axelord Darin Besander and a Netherese Arcanist. Both have hands outstretched, reaching towards each other and symbolizing the joint efforts of Delzoun and Opus Enclave here.\n\nAt the very center of the dome is a shaft reaching up to passageways leading to the surface. There are no stairs or any visible means of getting up there or back down short of falling. Directly below the shaft sits a rune circle is set directly below the shaft. A Netherese sigil is set in the center of the rune circle. To use the magic, one must simply step into the circle and speak the proper words to activate the magic. The speaker and all on the platform are levitated upwards. In ancient times, it would have been used to bring dwarves and their merchandise upwards to Besander's Blockhouse. It also made an assault from above nearly impossible. Getting down works in a similar fashion, but the descent is much rougher, not unlike a feather fall spell. These days, the emphasis is more on fall than feather and it is rarely used after Barakbar's discovery by the Forgemark some years ago.\n\nRich tapestries decorate the sides of the chambers, ranging from magnificently rendered holy symbols of the dwarven gods to personal coats of arms and other personal sigils hung from the residences. Several free standing buildings sit in the chamber as well, including a magnificent temple, a granary, an armory, community buildings and a large palace that fills nearly a quarter of the chamber and goes deep into the stone behind it. Three towering dwarven statues stand in front of the palace. One is of Maker Delzoun, the founder of the Delzoun Empire. The second is of Dalrin Besander, the founder of Barakbar. The third, recently carved and of equal size, is of Patriarch Hignar Jilker.\n\nThe palaces itself is made of white marble with torches alight with arcane flames and flanked by obelisks covered in powerful runes. Two massive tapestries hang by the yawning adamantine doors at the end of a long section of stairs; one of the Jilker Mountain Lion with its glittering green emerald eyes set atop Dumathion’s mountain and the other a crossed hammer and mace atop Moradin’s anvil with Berronar’s interlocked silver rings behind it. In the absence of the Patriarch, Glorian leads the stronghold from here. Several dwarves and a golem stand by the great gates to the palace with their long polearms and crossbows.\n\nCarmard’s group walks towards the palace and up the stairs. The guards greet Carmard and salute.\n\n The Mage Commander 'as just through here ahead of ye and said ye were head'n this way. Straight to the portal chambers and on yer way, she said. Ye 'ave good luck with that, whereever yer off to and whatever yer up to! Axes high! The doors swing open with a groan and they enter the palace. Inside and leaning against the wall sits Gulvar, a box of scrolls and supplies sitting by his feet. He looks haggard and still in his plate mail armor, the signs of recent battle quite plain on it. Two other dwarves stand with him, plainly Forgemark Legionnaires. As Carmard enters, he smiles tiredly at his fellow Arcanii and waves.\n\n \"Carmard, I was hop'n to catch ye before ye left! I want to come with ye. I may be disobey'n orders, but I can do this scroll work later, aye? Tis my only chance to recover my honor. What do ye say lad? I'd just need a little time in Faitholme to prepare a few spells. Me boys and I wan even the score.\" The dwarf looks at Carmard, pleadingly. \"At least lemme tell ye what I know...\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard looks at the dwarf, sympathy in his eyes, \"Gladly I'd have you along, but we both have our duties. What good would gathering your honor back if you were exiled for abandoning your duties here? I will listen to any information you can provide though.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "The one Forgemark soldier frowns at Carmard's response and scratches under his beard. His looks is not menacing, but very firm.\n\n \"Laddie, ye really want to get between three dwarves 'nd their honor?\" \n\nGulvar places a hand on the soldier's shoulder.\n\n \"Carmard, yer right, but ye nay heard her say when the scroll work 'as supposed to be done, did you? The other two, they be under no such restriction as I, 't least take them with ye. Ye may not know Ole Blood & Glory 's well as I, but she'll never let ye live down someth'n unless ye get rid of the bee 'n her bonnet. I ran 'hen I should've stood maybe, but I'd also be dead. So fer me, I'm already an exile so let me worry about me, eh?\n\nI'll tell ya this though... she's send'n an equal squad as mine out fer a mission 'gainst some devil duergars that 're already alerted and prolly expecting trouble. Yer liable to end up 'n the same as me or off to Dwarfhome with yer ancestors. So tak'n a few extras, and know the area to boot nay hurt, eh? Yer job 's to get back what I lost. How ye be doin' that is pretty open ended.\" \n\nThe other two dwarves with him grunt in agreement.\n\n \"As fer what happened.... there were five o'us. We made camp fer a few hours near the Killing Gates 'tween here and Sundabar. I had one sentry fore and one sentry 'hind us in the tunnel while the other three o'us rested. Well they must've gotten by the sentry and next 'hing I know, there's a demon 'r devil 't the head of a herd o'armored duergar. So we did the 'nly thing we could do. We ran back towards the back sentry, fight'n them off as best we could and magicked ourselves back here.\n\nOnly way I could buy the time I needed 'n the end was to plant our standard and it put up 'ts wall of force block'n our escape, but they started mov'n to flank us. Kinda what the thing's for if yer ask'n me. In me haste nay to get killed, I left a brown leather satchel with the Forgemark seal on it. Its warded so 'ts dangerous to folks but a good mage'll figure it out quick. The camp was set up in a small cut in the side o' this spur of the Low Road, where ye can start a fire and nay be seen fer leagues down the blasted tunnel. One o'me boys is bein' seen by the priests, our priest no less, and near dead from the fight.\n\nSo it just be the three o'us... can we help or not?\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nAn aged veteran of the Forgemark who had been standing behind Gulvar steps forward and addresses Carmand, his tone is hinted with some desperation, but also a bite that seems aimed towards the leader of the previous botched mission,\n\n \"Lad...err Arcanii sir, if'n ye canna take 'im with ya, kin I at least get ye ta bring along meself and maybe some o' the other Forgemark what set out with Gulvar? We left one o' ours back there when 'e planted tha' standard to solidify the retreat? We was portallin' outta there afore we really knew what was goin on. Maldin might still be out there in them tunnels, not to mention our standard tha map entrusted to our....leader.\" \n\nSome disdain when he refers to Gulvar is obvious, but the sincerity in the concern for his brother in arms is obvious.\n\nGrabbing the dwarven waraxe from one hip and his hand axe in the other, the veteran bangs them crossed against the chest of brightly shining mithril banded mail common among the elite Forgemark Legionnaires. An excellently made buckler is strapped to the arm with the hand axe also.\n\n \"Gralmthor, o' tha Forgemark Legionnaires.\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard scratches his golden beard for a while. Finally he shrugs, \"I'll leave it up to each of you. Obviously I'm not ordering any of you along and you wouldn't be under my command, but if you feel the honor you lost in a failed mission supercede your current duties, I'll gladly use your support. Regardless, from your information, do you think you can get me as many scrolls or runes of see invisibility as you all can muster?\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar listens to what Gralmthor says and has a tight lipped looks on his face beneath his short, trimmed beard. He is clearly uncomfortable and waits while Carmard thinks. When he agrees to let him come, the dwarf breathes a sigh of relief.\n\n \"Thank ye. If I survive this and we're succesful, I'll gladly deal with Bloody Glory and be happy fer what I get. So few o'us, can hardly be kick'n us out, can she?\" \n\nHe puts a forced grin on his face, but he rightly fears the Mage Commander's wrath.\n\n As fer runes, we're think'n along the same lines. I... borrowed a handful o'that kind and I 'ave some invisibility & silence ones as well. One 'ould almost think that Glory tell'n me to go to the scroll & rune storage, she almost 'anted me to take what I needed. Guess ye can say I've been hoard'n some supplies too. I do have a reputation. Prolly why I get the long patrols... So lemme know what ye need.\" \n\nGulvar smiles and opens up the black, leather trench coat he is wearing, revealing all kinds of baubles.\n\n \"The pockets 're bigger on the inside too.\" \n\nMost Arcanii were personally trained by Glorian in full or in part and she had created the group through force of will, abundant skill and sheer tenacity. Even those who had been with her for years knew what to make of her though. She a very \"hands on\" kind of leader, but few of the dwarves were used to such an aggressive, hard woman let alone following a woman and more comfortable fighting than leading. A dwarf could respect that, at least. One of the great difficulties with dealing with her was her chaotic nature; it was hard to know how she would react. Gulvar, known for his coveting hands and 'losing' supplies, took his assignment to the storage areas doing inventory and such as a subtle invitation to fix his mess. He also took it as an end of patience with his problems.\n\n \"Lets go to the portal chambers, aye? We can stop off fer supplies as ye need. I have the key afterall. Yer lucky to have Drekka fer this, I suppose, as we're fighting duergar. Luck fer hav'n Drekka? I never thought I'd say that...\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nAs he moves to follow the arcanists to the supply rooms, Gralmthor mumbles under his breath something along the lines of\n\n [Mumbling]\"We'll see if we're lucky or not. Duergar're dont generally bring luck from what I've seen\"[/Mumbling] " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "The group exits the front corridor and enters into a large gallery with a soaring ceiling featuring elaborate, painted, carvings. One of the distinguishing things about Delzoun stonemasonry was that it was often painted and much of it stayed that way through magic. The wide open area is decorated with tapestries and banners and guards stand at the next gate. Several floors overlook the gallery, with decorated crenallations to protect crossbowmen fighting off any attacks. The area was perfect for receiving guests, welcome or otherwise.\n\nThe second gate is open and the party walks right on through without more than a greeting from the guards. The next section is filled with corridors once more and Gulvar steers the group down one. It circles around the throne room and he explains he does not want to be seen going into the vaults. After several minutes of walking, they approach the vaults where two guards stand by it. This was where many of Barakbar's runes, scrolls, potions and some of its treasure was stored. Showing the guards a rune tablet granting him access, they nod towards Gulvar and open the gate to this section of the vaults. Others were far better guarded, but held little more than minor scrolls and potions. Important, but not nearly so when compared to what else was here. Anyone who entered without a rune key would be locked inside the warded rooms by magical means, so only the right people could actually leave the rooms once entered.\n\nWaving his hand over an arcane torch, it springs to life followed by the rest in the room. The room is stocked with crates of scrolls, tablets and books. Gulvar smiles to the group.\n\n \"So Carmand, what else did ye need? Told ye I could get it for ye!\" Gulvar grins wide." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard scratches his head, \"Let's see; see invisibility, invisibility purge. Some dispels may be useful, passwalls might come in handy. A few knock spells might be useful. A stone tell or two. Silence spells. If anyone can think of anything else we might use, please speak up.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar nods and laughs. \"Here I thought I 'as the one with the shopp'n list! How 're ye folks set fer potions fer heal'n? We should prolly look fer a scroll to try and banish whatever 'hat demon or devil was too cause I'm tell'n ye, we damn near through everything but a smithy's anvil at it and it was nay bothered.\" \n\nGulvar takes out a small journal and writes down what Carmard wants for the group and starts rifling through shelves and crates..." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard shrugs, \"Healing is always helpful.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nThe grizzled veteran tunes out the mystical mumbo jumbo going on between Gulvar and the other Arcanii and follows them through the halls. When they reach the vault, he whistles appreciatively at the amount of supplies available.\n\nHe meanders through the shelves looking around, not understanding most of the arcane labels and terms for the scrolls.\n\nStopping in front of a shelf lined with small vials of various colors, he calls over to Gulvar,\n\n \"I dont need nuthin but me axes ta banish any demons. Hey, are any o' these potions tha kind what make ye grow tall, or makes ya stronger and whatnot? I could certainly use some of them healin potions too if'n ye're grabbin some.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar rummages through the shelves in the poorly lit storage area and he starts collecting things seemingly at random, from potions to scrolls to tiles. He places them all in a satchel that is already full of an assortment of things. The other Forgemark with Gralmthor and Gulvar, Ruthlymar watches all this with great constrenation.\n\n \"Uh, sir... ye sure you're 'upposed to be doin' that? Grabbin' all that stuff?\" \n\nGulvar chuckles as he walkes over to a leather bound ledger. Removing a vial and uncorking it, he empties some of the liquid on to a rag and starts rubbing out some inventory figures. With a quill left by the ledger, he begins adding his own figures, chuckling all the way.\n\n \"No lad, that's why I'm doing this!\" Grinning, he stashes the rag and vial in his satchel.\n\nThe Forgemark watches disapprovingly.\n\n \"You've done this before, haven't ye, sir?\" \n \"Of course.\" \n \"Is this why we keep gett'n the long patrols?\" \n \"Probably.\" \n \"Oh... I'm wish'n I didn't ask. Sir.\" \n \"Likely.\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard silently wonders what sort of organization he'd gotten involved in. Guess I can't be choosy, at least they let me practice magic. \n \"Anything else?\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar looks into his satchel and shakes it around, checking its contents.\n\n “Aye, I that’s everything we’re able to get outta here. Yer gonna have to find some more dwarves to come along on this one. Look down yer noses at all ‘hat I’m taking along but ye didn’t see what I seen. A bunch of duergar as I said, and some kind o’devil or demon with’em…. It’s some kind of weird, freakish thing. If it was alone, I’d say it was something queer the lower Underdark spit up. Not sure what it was. A big ‘ole green looking, thing and it had these blazing red eyes! Twas covered in all these spikes. The spells I got off… shrugged them right off like it was no big thing. Our priest tried to hit it and got gored by the spikes. I doubt magic is harmless to it, but ye may have better luck poking it with a pike or shoot'n it. Any idea what it was? I sure don’t and it scared the piss outta me and me boys. I’m hoping we can just banish the big bastard. Goin’ through it to might be a helluva thing to do…” \n\nGulvar frowns at the prospect and shakes his head to himself.\n\n “Any ideas? Otherwise… off to Faitholme, I reckon. Maybe we can find some more to come along and some freak kill’n weapons.” " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nGralmthor simply shrugs at having been ignored. He was used to that from the magic finger waggler types. The potions would have been nice, but he was used to relying on nothing but his axes, his shield, and his armor. His companion's disdain for Gulvar's antics amused him, but he let it go with a simple smile.\n\nListening to the description of the beast, Gralmthor racks his brain thinking back through his experiences in the Underdark.\n\n Knowledge Dungeoneering - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar latches his bulging satchel and adjusts its position, smiling a bit as he does it. For whatever other problems the dwarf might have, this at least improved his mood. Leaving the dimly lit storage area, he walks out and the group follows him. As they twist through the Palace’s corridors, Gulvar speaks again.\n\n “Truly… I’m nay sure how we beat that spiked troll… thing. Maybe there be a way around it? Some way we can be deterring it? I got an eye full o’the big thing but I nay know what it really is. Glorian would probably know, but I can nay ask her. Maybe someone ‘n Faitholme will know. On another Plane, I know they’re a bit more familiar ‘nd have some folks we can talk to there. The Forgemark there might know. A brace of pistols with some cold iron or blessed bullets would be nice, but they’re as rare as a beard on ‘n elf. Course… could be something from the Lower Underdark ‘nd I’m wrong. See when we get there, I suppose…” \n\nThe group makes it to the main corridor once again and quickly approaches the throne room and the path splits off around it. Going to the right, they walk for several minutes down the latest corridor. As they walk down it, they are passed by a troop of two dozen Forgemark in full kit marching down the corridor. They hold large shields in one hand and have long spears slung over their shoulders, an urgosh on their backs and both a short sword and a pistol at their side. Each is also wearing a hefty looking backpack.\n\nApproaching the portal rooms, the group passes a triple gateway and several guards. Just in case something came out of the portals that should not. The guards there wave the group through with minimal fuss, but they require names for their logs. Gulvar gives a different one and none of the guards seem to recognize him. The door to the portal rooms are opened by another pair of guards and everyone enters.\n\nThe portal room has very different architecture than the rest of Barakbar. The room is circular in shape and has a dome ceiling. It is rendered an unusual black stone and streaked with white and much of the floor is covered in engraved arcane runes that still glow a faint blue. The room has a cold feel to it, a kind of faint electric tingle. The room is dominated by several obelisks that also seem to alive with magic in some fashion, but their true purpose or even function cannot be discerned for certain. Three of the quartet bears the marks of Netherese Enclaves; Karse, Opus and Ioulaum and it had been surmised they were giant sending stones but that was hardly verifiable with the fall of Netheril and the nearly dead Mythallar. The other bears the heraldry of Delzoun, but so far that was all that was known.\n\nThe true purpose of the room though are the six portals; circles of self supporting stone that stand 20 feet in the air and engraved with a variety of runes. Of the five, one flickered occasionally and the other was fully functional but no longer an original. This portal lead to Faitholme, the hub of the far flung Patriarchate. A blue, watery film stands suspended in the center of the circle that slowly, constantly, swirls. Some Arcanii had been known to come and stare into the portal for hours at a time and found it relaxing. To that end, some benches had been set up nearby.\n\nUpon entering the room, a dwarf wearing a mage’s robes and a gold rendered holy symbol of Dugmaren on a silver chain approaches them. The wizened old dwarf is the attendant of the portal room, a post he gained largely by his refusal to leave it so as to continue his study of it long past the time others had moved on. With some results, it was said. He kept a bed roll in a corner, sleeping under a dead portal along with a stack of books.\n\n “Hello! Hello! Hello! Stripling young mages come to visit with Yanik and share stories, or are you just passing through? If so, would ye have any food with ye? Some salt pork or some bread? Or ale? The kitchens are such a terribly long walk. The last group was nay too friendly, all concerned with reporting and resting. So, what brings ye to the Opus Gatehouse? Anything I can do for ye before ye leave? Oh yes... do you have orders? They always tell me to ask for those, must note those” \n\nThe thin, yellow bearded dwarf strokes his beard pensively and looks at the group, smiling." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard holds out his orders, \"Carmard for recovery, search and rescue, patrol.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "\"Oh, who did we lose this time? No one I know, I hope. If they're lost, why are you going this way? Wouldn't they be another way?\" Yanik clucks to himself as he takes the orders and opens them, scanning them quickly.\n\n \"Well, these aren't very helpful. They just say you have permission to go through here, go back to the Fardrimm and recover somethings...\" \n\nYanik continues to read.\n\n \"Oi, this Gulvar fellow in your orders lost a Forgemark standard and one o'those fancy Underdark maps and left someone behind? Ran off by some duergar and big monster? For shame! Reminds me of a gnome I once knew, really. Well... good luck with all that. Haela's luck to you; you'll need it. I must say, there aren't very many of you. Was there anything I could do for ye or do ye just want to walk through the portal and be about yer business? Not that I have an idea what I can do for you, but if you do, I can. I'm merely an old loremaster obsessed with these portals. The Patriarch himself left me to watch them, ye know? Yes he did. I could tell ye the story if you like...\" \n\nGulvar grumbles in silence and says nothing, as the Forgemark soldier next to him smirks." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard shrugs, \"I don't believe so, unless you know anything useful about the area where we're heading.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nGralmthor reaches behind him and pulls the small cask tied to his rucksack forward. Popping the cork from it, he took a small swig of the dwarven spirits and passed it to the scholarly dwarf before mentioning,\n\n \"Well, we dinnae have time fer any stories, but I do have a question for ye. Afore he set about his penance fer leavin tha standard an one o' our own in them tunnels with 'is map, that coward Gulvar gave a description of what 'e was runnin' from out in tha tunnels. It didn'a sound like anythin' I ever hear'd of in tha Unnerdark.\" \n\nGralmthor describes the beast as Gulvar had previously described it.\n\n \"Have ye hear'd of anything like that afore? Seem'd odd fer the duergar ta be workin with somethin' like that.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Yanik takes the flask and takes a nip from it. As the liquid burns down his throat, he smiles at a feeling that might make others whimper. Passing the flask back to Gralmthor, Yanik rasps his approval and wipes his sleeve across his mouth. Gulvar does not make eye contact with Yanik, but he grinds his teeth in anger.\n\n \"Usually its the Arcanii who ask the smart questions. Aye though... that is an odd thing for duergar to travel with, now that I think of it. But let me think a moment... oh. Oh dear! I'm so sorry.\" \n\nYanik looks a bit disturbed at the thought that just occured to him.\n\n \"You are right, its nay from the Underdark. Baatezu, actually. It is a uh.. primus devil, a standard for the devil species. The devil with those duergar is called a Hamatula , better known as a barbed devil if ye don't want to be fancy. Really one of the nastier things you could run into; please do bring me back a little trophy would you? Make it worth your while. Of course... how will you do that?\" \n\nYanik looks over the group and clucks in disapproval.\n\n \"Well, might be able to scratch it... A devil primus hamatula can resist most spells. Have to be very, very strong to hurt such a thing. They like to grab a foe and impale them on their spikey hide. They're so sharp they shread chain and leather and so fine they slip into plate armor with ease. Course, it's much easier to grab you when they can use magic to paralyze you first and taking a swing at it just as painful too. They can actually wave those nasty barbs around to meet yer attacks and stick ye.\n\nEven if ye can hurt it, it can just teleport around whatever Plane as it likes and regenerate. Not that ye can hurt it much with an axe or whatever anyways, as only purified weapons can get past its tough hide. They say the things are so terrifying, they make many just run away in terror. But aye... that's what you're facing.\" \n\nYanik looks skeptically at the group.\n\n \"If yer going to fight something like that, ye might be think'n of finding spears and either some align or bless weapon scrolls or potions. Some way to keep it out o'yer reach and make it actually bleed a little. Strongly suggest ye get a few more to come along or I doubt ye be coming back. Good news is that a few hours ago, Tasster the Fiendshredder passed through here and should probably still be in Faitholme. At the least, I suppose he could give ye better advice than I...\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": " \"I wasn't planning on confronting it. But let's go see what other information we can get.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Gulvar chuckles softly to himself and addresses Carmard, his tone a bit patronizing.\n\n \"Lad, if them duergar have gone and collected 'hings already, they'll be with the duergar. That devil's with the duergar, how ye going to do that without fight'n the devil? Hope the banishment scroll work but if not...\" " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard looks at Gulver, \"There are other ways of getting what you want than force Gulver. It may come down to that, but in this case it's a last resort. Our mission is to retrieve what was lost, not to pursue vengeance against a foe that's already defeated one patrol. I'd prefer not to be a second.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nGralmthor digests most of what the scholar says, his years of experience serving him well.\n\n \"Devils eh. Dont know as I've ever fought any o' them barbed things, but I found no matter what kinder metal is best fer killing somethin'...if'n ye hits it hard enough with just about anythin fer long enough...they stop squirmin. An one advantage we 'ave is that 'portation magic aint worth spit in tha unnerdark. 'At's why we work so 'ard to keep these portals runnin'. We'll bring that standard 'n map back on way....or t'other.\" \n\nHe pats his axes on his hips making obvious his choice in methods for retrieiving the lost articles." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Yanik looks a bit embarrassed when he realizes the Gulvar he spoke of may very well be in front of him and mutters something.\n\n \"Yer quite right about teleport spells being... treacherous in the Underdark and I wouldn't count on something like that taking the time to learn the area. Certainly prudent... but who's to say it's the prudent type? Quite right about how ye can beat just about anything to death too, lad. O'course, the spikes are longer than your arm and their arms are as long as a pike. Fascinating if ye can beat it! Oh, I wish I could be there!\" \n\nYanik beams and makes a one, two punching motion with his hands before remembering his dignity.\n\n \"Right then... ye should get goin' through da portal. Only one 'hat works, so good hunting!\" \n\nGulvar, having moved over towards the scholar's abode under the dead portal, spies a small stone statue and picks it up and looks it over.\n\n \"Mind if I borrow this?\" Gulvar says. Yanik nods.\n \"Why? Well, so long as ye promise to bring it back.\" \n \"Of course.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "OOC - We should be having 2 new players replacing Yeygresh and Nexus/Drekka. They will post shortly, I believe. I would assume the priest has been with you the whole time. The scout was a replacement you grabbed for Drekka afterall, who is now taking a nap." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Yanik waves to your group and motions you towards the portal. It is familiar to most of you, although not often used by the Barakbar garrison. Most of the traffic is from other places to Barakbar and back.\nStepping through the portal one at a time, each of you experiences a rather interesting sensation of absolute nothingness for a long moment, although the trip itself seems instantaneous. It leaves all of you with a lingering chill for several hours; the after effects of powerful magic.\n\nYou find yourselves standing in a relatively small, square room. The room is covered in blue tinted metal plate that appears to be bolted on top of whatever structure is behind it. A tall gate is on the opposite side of room, no more than 35 feet away, made of the same metal. Numerous runes cover the walls and are concentrated on the gate.\n\nKnown as a Hizagkuur chamber, the room is covered in specially treated metal that reflects magic and shocks those who touch it, in addition to powerful runes. The room could be flooded or filled with salt acid as well, if need be. Two large, stone dwarven statues stand watch over the room and are very much real guardians. This seeming indulgence in paranoia is prevent any attacker from Barakbar, should it ever fall, from making a successful attack. Every portal to Faitholme was similarily guarded.\n\nFrom the ceiling, a grate is removed and a dwarf looks down below. Taking stock of the group for a moment, he shouts down at your group from above.\n\n “Now who ye be and state yer purpose?” " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard looks up, \"Carmard, leading a recovery patrol.\" " }, { "author": "loopy", "message": " Johannes Forgeteller \n\nJohannes shakes himself off after the teleportation. The lingering chill of the magic stiffens his fingers, causing him to shake them reflexively. \"Well... that was different.\" He mutters to himself in a clipped and urbane accent, unlike the majority of the Jilker Patriarchates dwarven inhabitants.\n\nHe moves closer to Gulver. \"You seem like a sharp enough fellow. I haven't caught the names of everybody in our merry band. Care to point them out for me?\" " }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Donka Guidedhand \n Aye, there's a new fella, we watch your back 'nd you watch ours. \n\nStanding strurdy in the cavern corridor, Donka leans on his gleaming axe head. His chain mail shows no tarnish under his traviling outfit. Pack buldging with this and that it seems him set for just about any adventure." }, { "author": "thorgrim29", "message": " Thordrek Torrun \n\nA few moments after Johannes, another dwarf materialises near the little group. At first glance, he seemed a standard Forgemark fighter, untill one notices the spell components pouches strapped on his bandoleers of hammers, and the rare sigil of the Forgemark Levtokuld on his sheild and armor. Shaking himself, he adresses the group.\n\n Hello to you, I'm Thordrek Torrun, formerly o' Mirabar, now of the Forgemark Levtokuld, at yer service. As fer my talents, well I can crack a skull as well as most, plus I weild magic through my axehead, its a more efiicient way of delivering touch spells then what the Arcani do. Now i dont claim the full power and knowledge of a wizard, but I'm something of a linguist, and pretty knowledgable about our ancient friends the netherese. From what Elder Yanik told me, we're up agains greys and a barbed devil... So I grabbed a bunch o' oils of bless weapon and devilsbane before coming. I figure we can take it if we separate it from the greys. \n\nHe was speaking quickly, as if his mouth could'nt quite keep up with his mind." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Donako Guidedhand \n\nSmiling at the other dwarve's eagerness, Donako speaks again.\n\n That's 'ow you use ya head, \n\nLaughing hard he smacks Torrun on the back.\n\n Never cared for those spiky devils and demons me self. Nine Hell's fungus, and abyssal droppings if you ask me. " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": " “Recovery patrol, eh?” There is a long pause and the grate closes. A minute goes by and the grate opens again with a whine. “Come on up, but we’ve no word of this. Yer confined to the barracks till a Warden ‘an review yer orders. Assuming ye brought’em, bloody Barakbar…” The sour sounding dwarf slams the grate shut and it echoes painfully in the bell like room for an unnaturally long time. A few moments later, a chain raises the gate slowly and when it reaches the top, it stops with bass clunk. On the other side is a wide, curving stairwell split down the center and flat to allow mounts to pass. Nonetheless, walking with a foul tempered, armored, warpig would still be a dangerous proposition. The walls here are a hard, blue crystalline structure. Taking a deep breath before ascending, Gulvar follows behind Carmard as the party walks up several levels.\n\nWhen they reach the top of the massive stairwell, they enter a central barracks area. At the center of the Faitholme Halls, it is a sprawling but largely vacant complex. The walls are lined with doors leading into actual barracks areas. Next to a handful of what must be nearly a hundred such doors, the standards of the troops currently residing in the barracks rest, along with the banner of the sub units in the detachments. For the dwarven wardens, officers truly, hang the personal coat of arms for each.\nThe formation ground in the center of the barracks area is truly massive. Known as the Stonefield of Clangeddin, It is a wide open space over a thousand feet wide and long with widely spaced stone pillars with a poured concrete floor, to allow for easy repairs from the hard use the area receives. Indeed, the area was large enough to practice a small battle in and was, judging by the wooden terrain pushed into a distant quarter. A upside dome hangs from the exact center of the ceiling that, while small, is large enough for observing the training below although it was rare for anyone other than the Patriarch to go there. Even more important than the training was the capability of this area to act as a mustering ground for all of the Patriarchate’s forces.\n\nTowards the right, a crowd of dwarves are in a circle hooting and hollering. A dwarf in red armor with a blonde beard a double axe is fighting a massively armored Minotaur. It has black fur and a graying snout fighting and is fighting with a Greataxe in one hand and a shield in the other. Impossibly enough, several other minotaurs are standing in the circle cheering as well although it sounds more like an aggravated mooing. The dwarves are cheering the name “Tasster! Tasster!” \n\nTurning to Carmard, Gulvar simply shrugs and says “Well, if ye want to talk to Tasster Fiendshredder, I reckon that’s him right there…” \n\nThe huge minotaur brings his axe down hard at Tasster, and while it is clearly blunted, it sends a spray of concrete dust up from the floor as the dwarf side steps the blow. Striking with the right and left end of the double axe rapidly once, than twice, Tasster hits the big minotaur in the ribs. Each of the nearly half dozen blows hits with a resounding bang that echoes through the Stonefield and sparks fly. The minotaur’s next swing hits Tasster hard and staggers him for a moment. With cat like quickness though, Tasster trips the huge minotaur by pulling its leg out from under it with his axe. It lands with a great crash and Tasster stops and laughs while the minotaur groans on the ground. Victorious, the dwarves cheer.\n\n “So, go talk to him?” Gulvar says." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Guys? Anyone out there? :)" }, { "author": "thorgrim29", "message": "Thinking the same thing, but I have no idea who that taster is IG so...." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": "here, should post soon. why do we wana talk to this guy again?" }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "You were all part of the party before going into the gate, so see what Yanik had to say earlier in the thread. He didn't say a whole lot, but Tasster might know some more about fighting demons and devils or even able to help. Or not. Depends how it goes or if folks even want to talk with him.\n\nMShady" }, { "author": "thorgrim29", "message": "(ok then, here goes)\n\nThordrek approaches the victorious dwarf respectfully.\n\n Very nice fight Tasster. Me name's Thordrek Torrun, out on a rescue mission from Barakbar. We're probably going to run into a barbed devil, and we heard you were kind of an expert on fighting the buggers. " }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Here, missed the update. Sorry. Busy lately." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Yes, let's get to mashen some demon parts. Ferably sooner 'en later. " }, { "author": "loopy", "message": " Of course, any maps or other assistance you could provide would be equally appreciated, Fiendshredder. " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Tasster helps the fallen Minotaur up with a grunt, although the gesture is more symbolic considering the minotaur’s size. “Oi, yer a heavy one there Turrock! Bigger they are, harder they fall eh?” \n\nTasster laughs, but the minotaur merely grunts in acknowledgement.\n\n \"You fought well. Very fast for dwarf. Few beat Turrock since we take service here. Real axes, things be different.” Rising from his knew, the minotaur towers over Tasster and looks down at him. Tasster nods.\n\n “Oi, that’d be a better fight ye think Chief Turrock? Let’s go find some priests and we try that tomorrow, eh?” Tasster exclaims, a glint of madness in his eyes. The minotaur only shakes his head in response and speaks in a rumbling baratone.\n\n “I only bear scars from real battle. Should I take your head, dwarf prince, the Patriarch might be trouble. Or not. Who can say? We are asked to remain… peaceful. A fine demonstration though.” Bowing his head slightly, it taps it’s gruesome belt of trophies lumbers out of the circle. The other minotaurs follow along behind him. Tasster pokes at the broken concrete with his armored boot and removes his helmet, wiping away a trace of blood. Rubbing it between his fingers, he tastes it with his tongue before wiping it off on his armor.\n\n “Now who the hells are ye again? Ye lost someone? Ye mentioned a devil?” Tasster listens, a bit impatient as the details are thin. “Aye I’m the Fiendshredder and I reckon ye can see why after that little rumble ‘ith the iron minotaur there. Apparently Patriarch Hignar hired the whole bloody herd on as mercenaries awhile back, obvious why ‘nd they follow Tempus. Little slow but tough!” \nTasster grins, although he is missing a few teeth.\n\n “Doubt I know much more then ye already know. I’ve mainly fought demons, nay devils, as it be demons that occupy the Tethyamar Halls back in the Desertmouth. A barbed devil be a damn hard one to fight though, as ye can’t really get in close without it maiming ye in the process. Magic nay be my way, but if ye gots to do it quick, best to use a Banishment spell and hope fer the best. Or find two of’em. Any big demon or devil’ll shrug off most magic and elemental damage, but a bless’d weapon’ll do well enough. Course… yer fight’n somethin’ ye can’t get close to.” Tasster laughs and shakes his head.\n\n “Any one of ye fought one o’them before? Or anything like it?” He looks around at the group and Gulvar nods.\n\n “Aye, that particular one, Tasster.” \n “Prince Tasster o’Tethyamar, thank ye little laddie. How’d that work out for ye?” His response is snappish and irritated.\nThe Forgemark soldier interjects before Gulvar can answer.\n “Not well. Why we’re here.” The dwarf frowns, his voice has an edge of anger on it.\n “So what’s yer plan this time? Throw more dwarves at it ‘han before?” Tasster looks at Gulvar skeptically, mindful of the rebuke and lack of respect from his own soldier. Gulvar rifles through his satchel and withdraws a scroll and smiles.\n “Banishment scroll.” Gulvar smiles.\n “…and in the likely chance that fails?” Tasster does not even wait for an answer but snorts in disgust. Instead places his double axe across his shoulders and wraps his massive arms around them.\n\n “So did ye just want to show me the size o’yer scroll or ‘as there somethin’ I could ACTUALLY do for ye?” " }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "A light gray skinned Dwarf with Blacken hair with gray streaks in it approached followed by a four other similar looking dwarfs. Her hair was in a ponytail fashion as she was garbed in the religious order of Dumathoin. To any dwarf that knew her kind the group was Urdurrin. In Blackish silvery sheened crystal armor she approached. She did this when the Tasster had been in conversation near the beginning. Hearing the plight She turns and converse softly with her fellow Urdurrin." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard shrugs, \"Mainly information, unless you are wanting to come with to test yourself against the devil.\" " }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Tasster smirks as he listens to Carmard and narrows his eyes.\n\n \"What do ye need me for? Ye got 'hat lad with da scroll, aye? Seems like ya all trust'em.\" \n\nTasster laughs and rocks the double axe back and fourth on his shoulders.\n\n \"I reckon me and a few o'me boys can lend ye a hand. We gots little else to do but wait fer the next couple o'cycles till the gilded Patriarch deigns to see us.\" He snort derisively. \"I've been 'ere about a week, don't think even the minotaurs wanna play with testy Tasster 'nymore. I'll kill yer devil 'nd wear its head as a hat, but yer gonna owe me a favor fer it. Don't worry, tis no less help than I'll be given ye.\" \n\nTasster smiles and spins his axes off his shoulder. Gulvar looks at Carmard, a bit unsure of what to think and uneasy." }, { "author": "Sornjss Lichdom", "message": " Aye, You'll ave some compatetion for that Head. \n\nBwahahaha, but the burlly dwarf went on.\n\n Well, what do you do around here for fun? Slapping the Sorceror next to him he slurred on. Or are we to break for rest. 'N of course by \"rest\" I meen some holy water hole. " }, { "author": "loopy", "message": "Johannes pulls a book out of his pack and starts to read, content to pass the time until the group continues moving.\n\nOOC: I'm 10 charisma, what can I say, heh. Bookish and not very social at the moment." }, { "author": "IzaOza", "message": "She remained in discussion's next to this group with the other Urdunnir dwarfs but kept an ear on the group she looked as if she was wondering if she should help.\n\n\n[ooc: well for a dwarf the average charisma is 8.....so your better then average dwarf]" }, { "author": "thorgrim29", "message": " Truth be told Prince Tasster, we were'nt hoping for so much.... Thank ye, an be sure, if we survive, I intend to repay that dept, my duties permittin of course. \n\nSaid Thordrek warmly. He might be a bit clumsy speech-wise, dispide all his efforts, but he was not one to forget a good deed, or a bad one." }, { "author": "chiefwaha", "message": "Carmard shrugs, \"The more the merrier.\" " }, { "author": "Diarmuid", "message": " Gralmthor \n\nThe forgemark legionnaire had been keeping his own counsel. First, taking along one of the deep dwarves, and now bringing along this bull-friend. Merely harumphing to himself, he keeps his comments to himself and waits for the group to move on." }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "OOC - Hi folks! I'll have up a proper post tonight. Things have gotten a little delayed form me with the holidays, family, hunting and some serious illness for variety. We'll be moving forward tonight.\n\nMShady" }, { "author": "loopy", "message": "OOC: No problems! Things get hectic around this time of year. Easily understandable :)" }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Prince Tasster smiles sardonically at Carmand’s response and chuckles.\n\n“Well, ‘hat’s enthusiasm if I ever heard it. I’ll be ‘round this area with me boys when yer ready to leave. Lemme know and maybe I’ll come. Better part of a week here, be nice to breathe some new air and not be ‘round these high holies all the time. Patience is nay one o’my virtues. That’s me brother’s role. A nice Argalary is more my taste and ‘m running outta minotaurs to spar with and things to drink ‘round here. Whole place is just so… weird.”\nTasster looks around.\n“This place, big bloody crystal. That isn’t right. That isn’t natural” Tasster mutters. “So aye, come find me when yer ready to leave.”\n\nTurning, the dwarf walks off from the sparring area to a barracks. On the way, he withdraws a barracks and takes a long pull from it and weaves a bit as he goes.\n\n“Could’ve been a bit more… interested eh Carmard, ye stiff backed old dwarf. We could use the help.” Gulvar grumbles loudly enough for everyone to hear…" }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "OOC - Folks? Still with the campaign? :)" }, { "author": "mshady", "message": "Hey everyone. Any players still interested in continuing the campaign?\n\nMShady" } ]
[ { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The last thing any of you remember about your former lives are the hordes of the Dragon Emperor's troops filling the valley of your monastery. Confused hand-to-hand fighting in the main courtyard, clusters of dead soldiers surrounding your most skilled teachers defend their home to the death. They are bearing the brunt of the attack so that their students may flee, and so far the plan is working. The six of you descend to the deepest basements of the monastery, open the trap door that will carry you to the mountains. Your mission: to stop the Dragon Emperor before his madness destroys the entire Kingdom.\n\nYour fellow monks dead, you have nothing left to loose. Although normally opposed to violence in any form, your teachers had told you the Dragon Emperor had lost all sense of reason and needed to be put down as a raging elephant unfortunately needs to be killed to protect innocent villagers. So you snuck into his palace late on night, only to be caught by the strange magic writing on the walls. Chaos magic, the controlled use of chaos, the Dragon Emperor's most feared weapon, has laid you low. The desciples of the Dragon King, festooned in strange runes that blaspheme the ordered mind to look upon, overwhelmed even your stalwart mental defenses and paralysed you. Soon you lost consciousness.\n\n\"Awaken, my new toys,\" said a hissing voice. You all come awake in a standing position, totally paralyzed and kept from falling to the floor by manicals suspended from the ceiling. \"Monks seeking retaliation? My my, times sure have changed.\"\n\nYou face a brick wall, in an area dimly lit by candles placed haphazardly on the floor. The speaker is behind you, and you cannot see him because none of you can move your heads.\n\n\"You're teachers died to save you,\" says the faceless voice from behind you. \"The way a father dies to save his children. How touching. Not that it mattered. They didn't really save you after all, now did they?\"\n\n\"I am the Dragon Emperor. You made it very far into my defenses. Oh, other attempts have been made on my life, and certain parasites occasionally try to steal my vast horde of wealth, but none of them have the brains to get past even my simplest defenses. They are meals to my monsters. But you…I have better plans for you.\"\n\nYou hear the rustling of garments behind you. You hear him pace back and forth in the room.\n\n\"You monks were always a thorn in my side. You took a vow of poverty, which meant I could not bribe you. You took a vow of celebacy, so I could not send my concubines to seduce you. If I captured on of you, you'd rather die than sell out any of your brothers. I can't have that kind of insolence in my own kingdom! Your monastery was chosen at random, a random act of violence to show that even you holy men are not above my law.\"\n\nYou hear some commotion behind you, a group of people entering from some other unseen place. \"I was impressed by your brother's refusal to sell you out. I had to do some pretty extraordinary things to get them to come around to my way of seeing things. Do you want to see how I persuaded them?\" He waits for your answers, obviously taking cruel pleasure in your captivity. You feel the muscles of your necks and faces relax, not enough to turn around completely but enough to speak." }, { "author": "souldoubt", "message": " Stonehead Lao \n\nRage contorts Lao's face as he struggles vainly to move his paralyzed limbs. He seeths through teeth bared in a rictus, foam forming around his mouth.\n\n \"Free us to fight or kill us already, y'bastard!\" " }, { "author": "Jagg", "message": " Urn hangs by his hands, seeking calm and ignoring the pain of his hanging position and letting the words of his enemy wash over him. When the revelation comes that some of their own brothers are responsible for their captivity and torment he opens his eyes, letting the rage wash over him, examining the emotions dispassionately. Do not be distracted he thinks to himself. Your true enemy is the Emperor. He must die first, but things must happen in their proper order. Surprise must be our weapon and their can be no surprises in this place. We must escape this place and seek a meeting to our advantage in the future. \n\nUrn turns his head slightly, trying to look at the manacles that bind him to the ceiling and looking for shadows in this dimly lit room. I wonder if I can shadow jump? he thinks to himself, extending his senses like he normally does in preparation to merge his body with the shadows." }, { "author": "Skjaldbakka", "message": " Sukuja Bakura \n\nBakura remains silent, not wanting to give the emperor the satisfaction of hearing anything he might say. If he were a more stalwart soul, he might come up with something incredibly defiant, but a stoic silence is the best he can muster against the very real fear of death that is running through his mind.\n\n You've always been a coward, Bakura. And you always will be. Stop it. Keep your face still. Try not to let him know that you are afraid. At least have the dignity to remain silent in the face of adversity. \n \n Spoiler \nI have a 24 bluff to remain stoic.\n " }, { "author": "Leon", "message": " K'tesh, K'tesh, K'tesh \n \n Spoiler \nDraconic: Peace, Peace, Peace\n \n\n\nSeeking a inner clam from the outer rage that seeths, Zahar repeats the words that should help." }, { "author": "BurntOfferings", "message": " Xerth \n\nXerth also maintains his silence, and takes the time to study his surroundings carefully. Perhaps a means of escape will present itself." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "You all hear from somewhere behind you a large group of people coming into the room. They don't sound right. They sound as if they have trouble walking, a shuffling and dragging sound to their feet. Some of them sound like giants, the floor shaking at their passage. If any of you have particularly amazing Listen ranks, it's DC 20 to determine the number of people entering, and DC 25 to determine the exact location and even Size of them.\n\nUrn: This room is very poorly lit. Wooden beams jut from the wall to your left every five feet or so, and as there only appears to be one source of illumination, it shouldn't be too hard to hide in one of these shadows." }, { "author": "souldoubt", "message": " Stonehead Lao \n\nLao quiets as his fury gives way to wariness and he listens to the shuffling footfalls behind them, ready for their captor's next move.\n\n (ooc: hex, I sent you a PM; check your messages) " }, { "author": "Jagg", "message": " Urn listens but cannot make out anything specific from the noise, instead he is concentrating on his bonds and the manacles around his wrists. How are they closed? What material are they made from? He remains stoic. Not saying anything as the group files in." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The chains appear remarkable unmagical, from what little you can see of them at the extreme upper region of your line of sight. Of course you can't move your arms to investigate them more closely because you are entirely paralyzed." }, { "author": "Leon", "message": "Zahar concentrates to work out the sounds that issue from behind\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "Skjaldbakka", "message": " Sukuja Bakura \n\n\nSummoning up what courage he can muster, Bakura speaks, in as calm and cool and confident a voice he can muster. \"If you are going to kill us, blasphemer, then kill us. Otherwise, [he gives a suggestion that is morally questionable and anatomically improbable]\" He then focuses his chi and falls free of his bonds, landing smoothly on the floor. Hoping to take advantage of the Emperor's hubris, he rushes forward, and tries to strike at the emperor's mask, to reveal his face.\n\nOOC: Activating Freedom of Movement from Travel Domain, Slow Falling up to 20ft, and then making a Disarm attempt on the mask.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n EDIt- the dice hate me " }, { "author": "Jagg", "message": " Urn pauses, wondering about the paralysis that is effecting him and his brothers. If the manacles are mundane they aren't responsible for the paralysis. That means two things, either the paralysis is a spell, or an induced drug. Given the fortitude of my brothers and I, it's doubtful that a drug is responsible, so the logical conclusion is a spell affecting an area. This must be how he then ended the paralysis around our faces and allowed us to speak. . he thinks.\n\nUrn's concentration is disrupted as Bakura slips from his bonds and moves to attack the Emperor and face an entire roomful of combatants single handed. He's dead unless we help, but what can I do? Urn thinks quickly and reaches out to the shadows in the room, transmitting a message that he hopes will be heard. He then roars as loudly as possible to try and distract the opponents facing Bakura.\n\n NOW YOU DIIIIIEEEEEEE! \n\n[ooc] Summon Shadow[/ooc]" }, { "author": "Jagg", "message": "[ooc] Is this still running? We haven't heard anything in so long now...[/ooc]" }, { "author": "BurntOfferings", "message": "Don't know. My character doesn't have any cool freedom of movement or shadow-summoning powers, so there's not much for me to post about." }, { "author": "Skjaldbakka", "message": "[ooc] man, all this time I've been playing clerics of Fharlaghn, waiting for this exact scene to happen, wanting to do this exact thing- and the game crashes. [/ooc]" }, { "author": "Jagg", "message": "Well with no news in this thread I think it's dead...count me out\n\nJAGG" }, { "author": "Leon", "message": "Hmm, Oh well.\nThere's not much i can do while bound - my spell selection is rather limited" }, { "author": "Skjaldbakka", "message": "I'm pronouncing this game dead as well. Better luck with the next one." } ]
[ { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus and Nicole step out into the warm April air of the New Greyhawk night. The negotiations, the arrangements and the play are now finished, and there's nothing left to do but enjoy his last few hours in the City of Dreams. Nicole's arm is linked to his as she silently walks, apparently still thinking of the play they've just left. It was good, no doubt about it. The Cirque des Moitie were outstanding actors, with some truly marvellous special effects. The lighting as Puck delivered his speech to the audience was particularly inspired; the lights fading and cloaking him in darkness as the audience 'awoke'.\n\n\"That was an incredible show.\" Nicole murmurs. Like Marcus, she's not a New Greyhawk native. She came up from Portsmouth with her father, who Marcus hasn't met and what he's heard doesn't make the meeting sound desireable. Nicole isn't interested in her father's business, but from what Marcus has gathered he owns an oil refinery, which would explain the trip to New Greyhawk. Being a pharmaceuticals company, Vitan keeps an eye on biotech and the newest word in the field is SinCorp's new bioplastics, refined from GM plants. Between this and the experimental electric cars unveiled a few months ago, Mr Case must be starting to think SinCorp is gunning for him.\n\nBefore Marcus can reply, a brief scream rises above the noise of traffic before being cut off by a disturbing, wet snap. Looking around, Marcus and Nicole are alone in a small street; the other theatre patrons have already left or went the other way. The sound appears to have come from a dark alley some way up the street. Marcus' car is about halfway between them and the alley.\n\"What was that?\" Whispers Nicole, moving even closer to Marcus." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus holds Nicole close as they continue to walk.\n\n I don't know, he whispers, but it sounds like somebody might be in trouble. Are you okay if we check it out? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Nicole shakes her head frantically. \"No! I'll... I'll wait in the car. Be careful.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright, hun. I'll be right back. \n\nMarcus unlocks the car and gives Nicole the keys. He pulls his Beretta and flashlight out of the glove box and gives Nicole a kiss before heading down the alley.\n\n Keep the car running. I shouldn't be long. \n\nWith that, he lopes off in the direction of the scream, clicking the flashlight on when he needs it. He keeps his Beretta hidden in his pocket until threatened." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The alley is dark, the illumination from the streetlights not reaching more than a few feet in. Before Marcus can turn on his flashlight, someone steps out of the shadows.\nIt's a young woman. Despite her height, she stands over six feet tall, her face is extremely youthful, and Marcus places her around eighteen, maybe twenty. Her hair is a pale blond and her skin dark, dark brown. Like many of the people in New Greyhawk she is armed; the hilts of two swords are visible behind her back, and she has a large pistol on her hip. Despite the situation and her armament, she is smiling with faint amusement.\n \"Hiya.\" She says. \"Having a good night?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I was... \n\nMarcus sizes up the newcomer.\n\n I heard a scream. I thought someone might have needed help. Did you hear or see anything? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"I didn't, I'm sorry. Perhaps you've come the wrong way? Noise does strange things with all the hard walls around.\" \nThe girl gestures around at the buildings. Marcus can tell she's lying, at least about hearing anything, but she does it with such panache that it's almost charming." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus puts on his most winning smile. Years in the boardroom have taught him to be able to tell when people were lieing.\n\n Are you sure you didn't hear anything? A pretty woman such as yourself surely wouldn't walk around at night without being aware of her surroundings. \n\n((OOC: Diplomacy check, +2 for Charm.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The girl smiles at the compliment.\n \"I am sure, yes.\" \nShe looks back over her shoulder into the alley and turns back to Marcus, peering around the corner before addressing him again.\n \"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I really must be going. Have a good night with your femmefriend.\" She turns back into the alley and walks away." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shakes his head as she walks away.\n\n Yeah, whatever... \n\nDeciding that further investigation would probably be fruitless, Marcus turns and walks back into the car.\n\n Well, I didn't find anything, Marcus says, as he opens the door to take the driver's seat from Nicole. Ready to head back to the hotel room? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Yes. Did you find out what it was?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " No, I didn't. There was a woman in the alley, but she was unhurt and wouldn't tell me where the scream came from. \n\nHe shrugs.\n\n I don't think there was much else I could do. If I went off gallavanting around dark alleys, it would have meant abandoning you here in the car, which wouldn't have been fair. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Oh. I'm glad you came back.\" Nicole reaches out and rests a hand on Marcus' arm." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Me too. \n\nMarcus continues to drive back to their hotel.\n\n Maybe we can salvage this night after all. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The flight back ot New York is calm and relatively free of turbulence, and they pass through customs on both ends without incident. Ken is at the terminal to drive Marcus home.\n\"Hello sir. How was the trip?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Not too bad, Ken. There was the usual feeding of the corporate wolves, but Nicole and I were able to get some nice time together. We saw a remarkable performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream . How were things on the homefront? \n\nMarcus puts his bags in the trunk, despite his butler, and takes the driver's seat of the car as he talks. When both he and Ken are situated, he heads off toward Black Manor." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Very little of note, fortunately. We did have a problem with the phones, but that was sorted out quite quickly. Wear and tear on the cables, from what the repairmen said.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Ah, I see. Did I get any messages while I was away? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"No, no messages.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm. Okay. \n\nMarcus continues to drive, making smalltalk along the way.\n\n((Fast Forward to next scene?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Katrina lives with her husband and son in a gated community. The guards at the gate wave Marcus through as he drives in. The houses look all more or less the same, the only real way of distinguishing one form another is by the cars in the driveway and the occasional toy left out on the lawn. Katrina's house doesn't have toys on the lawn, and the cars are safely secured in the garage.\nKatrina herself is a short woman in her late thirties, just managing to hold on to her figure. Her husband David is about the same age, with a better grip on his figure but not so much on his hair. Their son Mikey, a skinny little kid about nine, goes off to bed a little after Marcus arrives. He looks like he needs it; he's got deep, dark shadows under his eyes, like he hasn't slept in a week.\nThe food is good, if a little bland; hearty might be the most accurate way to describe it. Katrina talks about her reading group and remenisces with Marcus about some of the places they've seen on business trips. David likes to hike, and listens with interest to Marcus talk about his more recreational trips, the mountains of Scotland most of all.\nIt's getting on to the end of the meal, when everyone is just picking at the scraps they have left, when a scream comes from Mikey's room. David and Katrina bolt upright, but Mikey seems to be okay; they can hear him running down the stairs. When he comes into the dining room he launches himself into Katrina's arms, crying. She holds him for a few moments, then asks;\n\"What is it, Mikey? What's wrong?\"\nMarcus can't quite make out what Mikey says, apart from the word 'monster'. David shakes his head.\n\"Poor kid keeps having nightmares, that there's a monster in his closet.\" He quietly explains to Marcus.\n\"Hey, Mikey.\" He says. \"I'll tell you what. You stay down here with mom and Marcus and I'll go up and sort this monster out.\" David turns to Marcus. \"Okay?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n Sure. Don't worry, Mikey, we'll take care of the monster for ya. \n\nHe sends a wink Mikey's way as he walks with David up the stairs to Mikey's room." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Judging by his room, Mikey is a baseball fan. There are posters of players, a lot of the decorations are in team colours and there seems to be a Little League uniform among the screwed up clothes on the floor.\nDavid picks up a bat from the floor and hands it to Marcus before going over to the closet. It's very large, certainly roomy enough for a decent-size monster.\n\"Ready?\"\nHe opens the door. There is, of course, no monster inside. Marcus does spot something, though, caught on the screwheads of handles. Its small and dark in the dim light." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus turns on the light.\n\n Hmm. Looks like we scared off the monster, eh David? What's that on the screw handles, though? \n\nWith the light on, he walks over to investigate." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "There is a strand of red wool caught on the screw. David looks at it, and rifles through the clothes in the wardrobe. There doesn't seem to be any red wool clothes.\n\"Strange. I wonder where it came from?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus does a sweep of the rest of the room, checking under the bed, in drawers and chests, etc.\n\n It is strange. Lock your doors and windows tonight, David. \n\nHe pauses.\n\n You think we should check the rest of the house? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus doesn't find anything else unusual in the room.\n\"Yeah. Yeah, okay.\" David seems a little disoriented, somehow. \"I'll check upstairs, you take downstairs?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n Sounds good. \n\nMarcus slopes off to check the downstairs." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus finds no more wool in the living room or the kitchen. On the next floor down, the doors are locked." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks back up to the kitchen.\n\n Hey, Katrina. Do you have the keys to the basement? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"The basement doesn't have a lock, do you mean the offices? I can go get the keys. Why do you ask?\"\nMikey is sitting at the table with a bowl of icecream. It seems to have done something to cheer him up, but the shadows around his eyes seem even darker." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus answers in a low voice when Mikey is out of earshot.\n\n David and I found a piece of red wool on one of Mikey's wardrobe handles. He doesn't have any red wool clothes, and we're just making sure that nobody was able to sneak into the house. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Katrina's eyes widen, and she shivers.\n\"Okay, I'll go get the keys.\"\nShe lets Marcus into the offices. There's no-one in either of them. Katrian opens the door onto the balcony and shows Marcus the basement. It has a lot of wine, but nowhere for someone to hide." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm. Okay Katrina, the downstairs looks good. I think I'll head upstairs to see how David is doing. \n\nHe thanks Katrina and walks upstairs to find David." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Upstairs, David is just coming out of the spare room. When he sees Marucs, he shakes his head.\n\"Nothing. I guess it's just one of those things that turns up.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm, okay. I guess you guys can send Mikey back up to bed again. Might want to have him brush his teeth again, though. He was eating ice cream. \n\nMarcus walks back downstairs with David and plunks himself in one of the dining room chairs.\n\n All clear. Looks like you're gonna have to go back to bed, slugger. \n\nMarcus musses Mikey's head as he says this." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Mikey looks up at Marcus. Closer up, Marucs can see that his eyes are bloodshot.\n\"Really? You got rid of the monster?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yep. He apparently heard your dad and I were coming, and got so scared he left before we got up to your room. \n\nHe winks at David.\n\n So you shouldn't have anything to worry about. If the naught monster does come back, just tell him I'm coming to get him. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Okay.\"\n\"C'mon Mikey. I'll tuck you in.\" David takes Mikey back upstairs.\nKatrina watches them go.\n\"I'm getting really worried about Mikey. That's the third time in a week he's woken up like that.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Have you talked to a doctor about it? I can hook you up with a good pediatrician or child psychologist if you don't have one. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Katrina nods.\n\"I've made an appointment with a psychotherapist. Hopefully he should be able to help.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah. Hopefully you'll be able to figure out what's up with him. Hey, howabout I make some coffee? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"That'd be great, Marcus.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks into the kitchen and rummages through cabinets until he finds the coffee and coffee filters and goes about making coffee. When the coffee starts brewing, Marcus comes back into the dining room and begins to clear dishes.\n\n You okay, Katrina? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Yeah. I'm just worried. I'll be okay, and I'm sure Mikey will be too.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods silently. He clears the last of the dishes and brings out a cup of coffee for him and Katrina, followed by another trip to the kitchen to bring out cream and sugar.\n\n Mmmm...I used some of Ken's home roast that we gave you a little while ago. I don't know how you can drink his stuff and then go back to Folger's. \n\n((OOC: What time of night and what day is it?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "[It's Tuesday and about 9:30]\n\nKatrina smiles wanly.\n\"I can't really tell the difference, coffee all tastes the same to me.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus finishes up the rest of his coffee and starts to stand.\n\n Well, thanks for the dinner, Katrina. I think that maybe I should be getting back now, though. My day's crammed with meetings and I've gotta get some sleep so I'm not yawning through all of them. \n\nHe starts to collect his coat and things before heading out the door." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Bye, Marcus. Thanks for coming. I'll get the gate.\" Katrina follows Marcus to the door and buzzes the electric gate open." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Bye Katrina. Tell David good night for me. I'll see you tomorrow at work. \n\nMarcus drives home and watches TV for an hour or two before finally hitting the sack and getting some shuteye." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "As Marcus heads home, shortly after passing the gates, he stops at a stoplight where an old man in a grubby overcoat is ranting to nobody on the corner. This isn't a terribly unusual occurance, but the old man's subject matter is so bizarre is captures Marcus' attention.\n \"The Coloured Knights! Yes! They're the only one's who can save cough save your children! With their robots and their hack, wheeze they'll keep 'em safe! Safe from Mr Rogers! Mr Rogers and his EVIL!\" \nThe old man takes a swig from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag, and wanders off down the sidewalk." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Riiiiight. Safe from Mr. Rogers, eh? Crazy old coot. \n\nMarcus continues his drive home, dismissing the old mans ravings as those of a senile old lunatic." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Good evening, sir. How is Ms. Schultz?\" Ken greets Marcus when he gets home." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " She and David are doing fine. Mikey's been having some night terrors, apparently, and David and I had to scour the house to calm him down. Other than that, though, the evening went well and dinner was excellent. \n\nMarcus talks with Ken as he works his way up to the bedroom through the cavernous foyer well-lit hallways." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " VitanCorp New York Office\nFriday 13 April, 1:00pm\n \nThe clock on Marcus' desk bleeps to mark the hour just as Sarah opens the door. She's almost the youngest of the directors, older than Robert by only two years, and looks it.\n \"Hi. Hungry? Katrina and I were just headed out.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'm famished, actually. \n\nHe quickly shuffles some papers on his desk into a manila folder and stashes it in one of his desk drawers.\n\n So, where were we going to eat? he asks as he stands and puts on his suit jacket." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Delmonicos.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds good to me. We taking the subway, a cab, or someone's car? \n\nMarcus walks and talks with Sarah, heading to meet up with Katrina and the elevator.\n\n((OOC: What kind of food is served at Delmonicos? I'm guessing Mexican or Italian.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "[Delmonicos was more or less the original resturaunt. In the real world it was closed down during Prohibition.]\n\n \"We were thinking of getting a cab.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds fine to me. \n\nMarcus looks around.\n\n Alright, where's Katrina? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"She should be waiting for us in the lobby.\" \nThey take the elevator down, and Katrina is indeed in the lobby, waiting.\n\"Hi, Marcus. Busy day?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah. I had meetings all this morning about a merger with a small medical supply company in New Jersey. I've got to finish up some paperwork about it this afternoon. Anyway, let's go eat. I'm starving \n\n((Fast forward to Delmonicos?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The resturaunt is mostly empty, it doesn't really start filling up until dinner. Sarah sips at and puts down her mint water.\n \"How did your appointment with the therapist go, Katrina?\" \n\"He said it's a little hard to say after just one session, but he seemed hopeful. He got Mikey to actually say what it was he was scared of.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " And what's that? \n\nMarcus takes a sip of his iced tea." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Katrina almost smiles, seeming a little embarrased.\n\"Mr Rogers.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus trys to contain a laugh and fails, squirting iced tea out of his nose.\n\n Aw, crap. I got tea on my pants. \n\nHe busies himself cleaning up the tea before turning back to Katrina.\n\n So...you mean the jolly old sweater and muppet Mr. Rogers, right? \"Welcome to the neighborhood\" and all that? What's so scary about him? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Apparently he lives in the closet and jumps out to scare Mikey. It sounds bizarre, but he is really, really scared.\"\n \"Have you thought about getting him an MRI? Maybe it's physiological, rather than psychological.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm. Or you could get him a slingshot. That's send him packing. \n\nMarcus looks around the table.\n\n You do know I am kidding, right? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Sarah pats Marcus' hand.\n \"Probably not the time, Marcus.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, sorry. \n\nHe looks slightly embarrased and plays with his napkin until another thought crosses his mind.\n\n It is strange, though. David and I did find a piece of red wool, like from a sweater, that didn't match anything in Mikey's wardrobe. I also saw a hobo on the way home who was ranting at me about Mr. Rogers and impending doom or some such. Just coincidence, probably. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"One bloody hell of a coincidence. You're sure there really isn't an old guy in a red sweater in his wardrobe?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus looks at Katrina and shrugs.\n\n It wouldn't be the first strange thing I've seen. Of course, I'd be more willing to believe that it's all in Mikey's head first. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Wouldn't you have found them, if there was someone in there? It's not really a very big wardrobe.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n That's why I'm more willing to believe that it's in Mikey's head. \n I hope so. If it's not just in his head, that could mean that there's a Shadow creature in Mikey's closet. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"What kind of impending doom was the hobo ranting about?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Oh, let's see. What did he say? \n\nMarcus blushes.\n\n To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention. I do remember something about the Colored Knights being the only ones able to save the children from Mr. Rogers and his evil. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Coloured Knights? It sounds like another kid's show to me. Katrina, have you heard of anything like that?\" \n\"No, not off the top of my head... listen, you don't really think this man knows what's happening to Mikey, do you?\"\nSarah shrugs.\n \"Stranger things have happened.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus grunts an affirmation and takes a bite of his hamburger, washing it down with a sip of iced tea." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"But... even if he isn't just crazy, there's no such thing as monsters in closets. It's just- just an urban legend, or a fairy tale, or something.\"\n \"I'm not saying there is a monster in Mikey's closet, just that it might be an idea to have it checked out a little more thoroughly.\" \nAs Sarah and Katrina argue about monsters, Marcus has a vague recollection of something. Toys, action figures in brightly coloured armour. He can't quite remember where he saw them; perhaps eBay, or a toystore window?" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm, the Colored Knights...that does seem to ring some sort of a bell. I'll look into it when I get home. \n\nMarcus looks up from his food to pitch in a comment.\n\n I'm with Sarah on this one. If you want, we can get Mikey's MRI done at one of Vitan's partner hospitals on the cheap. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I suppose it couldn't hurt any... but what do you think we should do? Find this homeless man and ask what he meant?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs.\n\n I dunno. I might check up on The Colored Knights when I get home tonight. I wonder if Ken knows anything. He's usually into that kind of stuff. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "When Marcus gets home that evening, Ken is, as ever, waiting at the door.\n\"Hello, sir. How was your day?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Busy, as usual. I was tied up for most of the day with meetings about the merger. I probably would've skipped lunch, too, if Sarah hadn't invited me to go to Delmonico's with her and Katrina. Anything interesting happen here? \n\nMarcus walks through the house as he talks, dropping off his suit jacket and brief case on a chair in the foyer and heading toward the kitchen.\n\n Mmmm, something smells good. What is it? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I found a recipe for soup I thought you might enjoy, sir. Unfortunately, it recommended that fresh home-baked bread would be the best accompaniment, but hopefully bakery bread will do.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks into the kitchen and starts sampling bread and soup alike.\n\n Mmm. Yeah, this bread'll be just fine. The soup is delicious, by the way. \n\nHe moves away from the stove and pours himself a glass of ice water from the fridge.\n\n Thirsty? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"No thank you, sir. The recipe recommended serving the soup like this.\" Ken takes a half-roll partly empty of bread and ladles some soup into the hollow. He passes the plate to Marcus. \"It's called a trencher, I believe.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus takes the plate and sits down to eat at the kitchen table.\n\n Grab yourself a bowl and eat with me Ken. I've got some stuff I want to talk with you about. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Ken fills another trencher and takes a seat." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus sips his soup, talking between mouthfulls, yadda yadda yadda.\n\n Hey Ken, you're into arcane lore right? Have you ever heard of a group called the Colored Knights? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Ken considers the question for a moment.\n\"Well... knights used colourful heraldry to identify themselves, and added further symbols as theyachieved great deeds. Mordred, for example, had a plain grey shield, which was a signal of his lack of valour. I can't think of any particular group who identified themselves in that manner, though.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm. Maybe. I seem to remember something about toys in colored armor somewhere, but I can't remember where. Ebay maybe? Or a toy store? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I'm afraid I haven't been in a toy store for quite some time, sir. It doesn't ring any bells.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods as he continues to eat.\n\n Same with me. Hey, would you mind looking with me tonight to see if we can't find anything about these Colored Knights? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Not at all, sir. Shall we start with eBay?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus finishes up the last bit of his bread bowl and knocks back the rest of his drink.\n\n My thoughts exactly. Excellent soup, by the way. \n\nHe gets up and walks to the study with Ken, sitting down at his computer and logging onto the Internet.\n\n Alright, let's see what eBay has... \n\nAfter logging into his eBay account, Marcus does a quick search for \"Colored Knights.\"" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Simply typing in 'coloured knights' gets only one hit; two small figurines in armour with extravagant helmet plumes. They aren't especially colourful, though, and they don't spring Marcus' memory.\nAfter several more minutes of searching, Ken calls Marcus over.\n\"Not what I would call knights, sir, but they do have armour and they're undeniably colourful.\"\nMarcus' memory springs as he looks at the screen. The toys up for sale are a collection of Power Rangers action figures." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Oh, wow. Power Rangers. God that takes me way back. \n\nHe looks at both his and Ken's screens.\n\n I'm not sure if those are the right ones, though. Let's keep searching. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Several other toys turn up, but they all seem to lack something compared to the Power Rangers." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus scrolls through the list of new hits.\n\n Hmm, these auctions don't...feel right like the Power Rangers did. Oh well, let's put up our bid, Ken. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"The seller is in North Carolina, I see. How long would the shipping take?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " It depends on what kind of shipping the seller is providing and how long he takes to get it in the mail. Hopefully not much longer than a week or so. We have to actually win the auction, though, first. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Might I ask the reason for your sudden interest in collectable toys, sir?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus drums his fingers on the desk. After a second or two of deliberation, he leans back in his chair, steeples his fingers, and begins talking.\n\n Put your feet up, Ken. It's story time... \n\n((Insert appropriate and complete description of the past few days' events, yadda yadda yadda.))\n\n So there you have it. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Ken takes a few moments to digest this.\n\"Do you think that perhaps Mikey might need the toy, assuming we have the right one, before a week goes by? Buying one straight from the store might be more expedient.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus thinks for a moment.\n\n I think he should be okay, but I'll stay in touch with Katrina. I don't know if buying other Power Rangers would work, though. There seems to be something right about this particular set. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The next day at work, Sarah enters Marcus' office with a thin folder.\n \"Contracting for 31-XS manufacturing. Sinclair's offering a great deal, so they've either found a new tax loophole or they have something else nefarious in mind. Jube's made a decent offer, too.\" \nShe places the folder on the desk.\n \"So, how did Ken go with those knights?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " You're not going to believe it, but we found something. \n\nHe pauses for dramatic effect with a huge smile on his face, waiting for Sarah to ask what." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"And what is it I'm not going to believe?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Power Rangers. The colored knights are Power Rangers. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Sarah blinks.\n \"Huh. Didn't see that one coming.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Neither did I. But, Ken found a collection for sale on eBay that just seemed...right. Hopefully we'll win the auction and be able to pass them on to Mikey. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Sarah nods.\n \"Oh, William set Katrina up for Mikey to get an MRI tomorrow. When do you think you'll get the Rangers by?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs.\n\n I dunno. I can't remember quite when the auction ends, but hopefully not much longer than a week after that. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Sarah frowns a little\n \"Let's hope that's fast enough.\" She says before leaving." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, me too... \n\n((Fast forward?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Katrina does not of course come into work the next day, as she is taking Mikey to the hospital. That evening, as Marcus is getting ready to leave the office, Sarah comes in, putting away her phone. She looks grim.\n \"That was Katrina. The results of the MRI weren't good.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus was just about to put on his suit jacket when Sarah walked in. He stops when he hears the news.\n\n What's wrong? He asks, concerned." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"She put me on to a doctor, who said they thought Mikey had a meurodegenerative disease, although they normally take years instead of days. They're going to try to treat him, but if it doesn't work he'll be catatonic in two, maybe three days.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus slumps down into his office chair.\n\n Oh my God... \n\nHe slumps forward onto his desk, head in hands.\n\n What caused this, Sarah? What could do this to an innocent little boy? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"More things than we'd like to think.\" Sarah says softly." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I've got to go see Katrina. Is she at the hospital? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Yes, they're staying there, at least for tonight.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'm gonna go see them. Call me if anything comes up here. \n\nMarcus grabs his coat and briefcase and makes his way down to the parking garage, where he gets into his car and drives to the hospital where Katrina and her family are staying." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The front desk tells Marcus where to find Michael Schultz's room. When he gets to the room, Katrina and David are inside with Mikey. Katrina is sitting next to Mikey's bed, holding his hand. David is pacing, stopping occasionally to glance out the window or touch his wife's shoulder. Mikey is lying back, looking at the ceiling. His head is moving as though following something moving on the ceiling, but there's nothing there." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks just inside the room and leans sheepishly on the door jamb.\n\nHe offers up a quiet Hey, kiddo... " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "It's hard to tell if Mikey hears the words; he reacts, but looking in the wrong place, towards the foot of his bed. David looks around and gives Marcus a brief nod before turning back to the window. Katrina looks up.\n\"Marcus...\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks over to Katrina and puts a hand on her shoulder.\n\n How're you holding up? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I could be worse. They said Mikey's hallucinating, to try not to give him any sudden input.\" She looks at the IV drip feed connected to Mikey. \"The doctors said it's good we got him the MRI so quickly. Three other children in the last month had the same thing, they said, but...\" Katrina turns back to Mikey and starts sobbing quietly.\n\"They didn't get diagnosed in time.\" David says quietly, his voice hollow. He stays facing the window." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Do the doctors know what's causing this yet? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Not a clue.\" replies David." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus moves to stand next to David, staring out the window with him.\n\n Listen, David. I may have to go out of town for a day or two real soon. Is there anything that I can do for you and your family before I leave? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Katrina won't be able to go to work.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " That's fine. She can take as much time as she needs. Is there anything else? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "He shakes his head." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n Alright. I have to go take care of some business. I should be back in a day or two. \n\nMarcus walks back over to Katrina and Mikey.\n\n I'm planning on leaving town for a day or two, Katrina. If you need anything, call Ken at the manor. I'll be back soon. \n\nHe looks at Mikey.\n\n Stay strong, Mikey. \n\nWith that, he quietly turns around and walks out of the hospital room and toward his car. When he reaches his car, he proceeds with all due haste back to the manor." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' mobile rings as he drives home." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus answers.\n\n Black here. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "It's Sarah.\n \"Hi, Marcus. Where are you?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'm on my way home from the hospital. Why? \n\nMarcus puts the phone on speakerphone mode and sets it in his lap so he can concentrate better on the road." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"I just checked the Toy 'R Us website. I can buy a Power Ranger and get to Katrina's in about sixty, seventy-five minutes. I figure it's worth a shot. Meet me there?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Meet you at the Toys 'R Us or the hospital? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Katrina's house.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'd rather just take the Power Ranger to the hospital since that's where they are at the moment. Neither Dan nor Katrina showed any indication of leaving any time soon. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"You think Mr Rogers came with them?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Good point. On second thought, I'll head over to Katrina's house now. I just remembered I have a butler to take care of what I needed to do at the manor. \n\nAs he talks, Marcus starts heading toward Katrina's house." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"If you buy the Ranger I can get there quicker, if you were going home from the hospital is should be about on your way. I need to pick up something from my place.\" \nShe gives Marcus the address, it won't extend the drive by more than five minutes." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds good to me, I'll meet you there. \n\nHe hangs up and almost immediately dials Ken at the manor.\n\n Ken, it's Marcus. I need you to do something for me. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Yes, sir?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Mikey's in the hospital, and I need you to do some things for me. \n\nHe takes a deep breath.\n\n I'm on my way to Toys 'R Us to pick up some Power Rangers. Sarah and I are going to meet up at Katrina's to see what we can do with them. I need you to pack an overnight bag for me and see if you can't get more information about the seller of that eBay auction. A phone number, preferably, so I can talk to him. If our storebought Power Rangers don't work, I'm going to take the corporate jet down to North Carolina and see if I can't talk the seller into letting me buy his off of him. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Very well, sir.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Thank Ken. I'll talk to you later. \n\nHe hangs up and continues driving to the Toys 'R Us." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus pulls into Katrina's driveway with a Red Ranger in tow. Sarah is waiting outside with a sportsbag hanging off one shoulder. She waves hello as Marcus drives up." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus parks the car and waves to Sarah as he gets out.\n\n Alright, let's get this thing done. \n\nMarcus walks to the front door and tries it. If it's locked, he looks around for the spare key Katrina keeps around.\n\n((Took some liberty here, assuming Marcus and Katrina's family are familiar enough for him to know of a way to get in should they not be home.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The door opens. when they get up to Mikey's room, Sarah puts down her bag and zips it open, taking out a sheathed longsword.\n \"Ready?\" She asks as she draws the blade." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus lets out a low whistle.\n\n Damn. I didn't know you know how to use a swor.d \n\nMarcus takes the Red Ranger out of the packaging and draws his own weapon: his trust Beretta.\n\n Yeah, I'm ready. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Uh-huh.\" Sarah takes a handle of the wardrobe door. \"Coming, ready or not.\" She says, as she swings the door open. There appears to be nothing inside but clothing for a moment, but the air starts to ripple bizarrely until a small, twisted creature, disturbingly like Mr Rogers, appears floating above the rack. It glares balefully at the Power Ranger, then flies forward to slash at Marcus with its sharp claws.\n\nMarcus easily dodges its first clumsy attack.\n\nInitiative\nMarcus: 13\nMr Rodgers: 11\nSarah: 7" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus brandishes the Power Ranger like a vampire hunter might brandish a crucifix and fires at Mr. Rogers.\n\n This is most certainly not a beautiful day in the neighborhood! " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' ducks Rodgers' claws as he fires. The wretched monster barely pinwheels out of the way. [3 damage, action point.] Rodgers' slashes Marcus across the cheek, opening a few shallow cuts. [4 damage]\nSarah moves forward and stabs Rodgers' doublehanded through the leg. [10 damage]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus remembers to get out of Mr. Roger's range this time and tumbles out of the way before firing again.\n\nHP: 34/38" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' shot hits Rodger's in the back of the head, and he falls to the ground. [10 damage, massive damage] Sarah finishes the creature off with her sword.\n \"Nasty little **er. Do you need a bandage for those cuts, Marcus?\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus sheathes his pistol and feels his cheek.\n\n Yeah, that'd be great. He says, wincing.\n\nHe looks back down at the dead creature before heading to the bathroom.\n\n That seemed almost too easy. I wonder if it was really because of this Power Ranger? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Well, something made it visible.\" \nThe body on the floor is beginning to visibly soften, almost like melting icecream." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs and walks to the door before turning to look at the body again.\n\n Bastard looks like he's melting. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"That's interesting...\" \nThe rapidly liquifying body begins to turn black." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Ugh... \n\nMarcus finds it difficult to tear his gaze away from the rapidly decaying Mr. Rogers. He does manage, however, to pull a handkerchief out of a jacket pocket to staunch the bleeding on his cheek.\n\n I wonder if all monsters decompose like that when they die. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Sarah nods, as the black goo slowly begins to evaporate into a thick black smog, which rapidly thins and disappears." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shakes his head as the last of the smoke disappears to shake himself out of his stupor.\n\n Well, that was fun and all, but I'm gonna go clean myself up. \n\nHe walks down the hall to the bathroom and goes about cleaning and bandaging his cheek." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "A minute later Sarah follows him in.\n \"I just had a thought that we should have brought a camera.\" She says, leaning in the doorframe. \"I don't think anyone's going to believe us without a body.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs.\n\n I was planning on keeping it quiet, only telling Katrina and David about it. Mikey really doesn't need to know anything except that he's, hopefully, better and that Uncle Marcus and Aunt Sarah took care of the naughty Mr. Rogers. \n\nMarcus winces as he hydrogen peroxide he was putting on his cuts takes effect.\n\n Damn that stuff stings. \n\nTo Sarah: I do wonder if that was the only one, though. Katrina mentioned three other kids in Mikey's condition that didn't get diagnosed in time and died. \n\nMarcus continues to talk as he finishes bandaging up his face.\n\n Anyway, I don't think we should hang around here for too long. Let's get back to the hospital. Do you want to take my car, or your? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"I'll take mine, I'd just have to pick it up again if I didn't.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds good to me. \n\nMarcus walks downstairs with Sarah, opening and closing the front door for her. He makes sure to lock it before heading to his car and following Sarah to the hospital." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Back at the hospital, Mikey is no better than when they left." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks over to Mikey's bed and places the Power Ranger in his arms.\n\n Here ya go, buddy. I hope you like the Red Ranger. \n\nHe turns around and slumps against a wall, running his hands through his hair. He looks thoroughly deflated and nearly as miserable as David or Katrina.\n\n , he says to Sarah, killing the thing was the only idea I had left. I don't know what else to do... " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Mikey clutches onto the toy as soon as he feels it.\n\nSarah moves over to stand next to the bed.\n \"Remember that it took days for him to get this bad. Expecting instantaneous results might be over-optimistic.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs.\n\n Yeah, I guess you're right. He says, albeit unenthusiastically." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus dreams...\n\n He sees a woman, her body swollen to grotesque proportions by pregnancy. Her body is covered by innumerable parasites, scuttling over her in a search for the juiciest patch of skin. Despite this, she seems in perfect health. Behind her, in the darkness, something whispers to her, but Marcus cannot hear what...\n\nHe sees a dragon with emerald scales, curled around and atop a pile of banknotes. Its eyes carefully survey its surroundings, standing sentinel over its vast hoard. There are many people sitting around it, cleaning and caressing its scales. All of them are beautiful. The dragon reaches out a claw and strokes the back of one of the six-legged, purple tigers that pace in a circle around it. The tiger turns toward Marcus, and grins a joyful, welcoming smile...\n\nHe sees a machine, clockwork stretching forever through the multiverse. The gears tick in perfect unison, filling the air with a sense of order and purpose. Somehow, the ticking of the gears is drowned out by the quiet sound of a girl's happy laughter...\n\nHe sees a man in armour, standing on the battlements of an indomitable fortress. In one hand he holds an axe, in the other a book. Both of his hands drip blood. A crude, ugly tattoo across his face declares him a murderer, but his eyes are calm and full of wisdom. Slumped beside him is a man, a long knife stuck through his heart. Both the dead man and the murderer have the same face...\n\nHe sees a woman, petite and graceful. Her lovely face is marred by a long scar across her cheek. She regards him with interest, and he becomes aware that he cannot move. Her expression does not change as she steps forwards, holding a scalpel. The blade feels like fire as she draws it down across his chest... \n\nMarcus wakes, filled with nausea and a strong urge to urinate. A glance at his clock gives the time as 3:27 on Saturday morning." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus bolts upright as he wakes from his dream. A wave of nausea and dizziness washes over him and he has to sit there holding his head for several minutes before he feels right to get up. When the nausea and dizziness has passed, he gets up and heads to the bathroom to take a leak.\n\n That has got to be the wierdest *ing dream I've ever had. Jesus Christ, what did I eat last night before going to bed?\n\n He shrugs and stumbles out to the kitchen for a drink of water before heading back to bed for, hopefully, untinterrupted sleep for the rest of the night. \n " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus wakes again at his usual hour, with nothing worse than an odd tune looping in his head." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Marcus \n\nMarcus gets up and goes about his normal daily routine. He showers, brushes his teeth and gets dressed before heading downstairs to the kitchen. The whole time, he either whistles or hums the strange tune, racking his brain trying to remember where it was from.\n\n Morning, Ken. MMmmm...something smells good. What's for breakfast? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Eggs, tomatoes and raisin toast, sir. I trust this is to your liking?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds excellent, Ken. \n\nMarcus walks toward the front door to collect the morning paper, but stops when he sees it on a chair in the sitting room.\n\n Ah, Ken brought it in already. \n\nHe collects the paper and heads back to the kitchen. He sits at the table, reading, while he waits for Ken to finish breakfast.\n\n What's on the agenda today, Ken? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Last night the FBI and NYPD pulled over seven ASL Transport delivery trucks, acting on an anonymous tip. A search found what is estimated to be eighty kilograms of cocaine. No arrests have been made as yet, but records from ASL have been impounded.\nAs ASL's deliveries are likely to remain disrupted for some time, Hermes Transport has offered to complete any outstanding deliveries not required as evidence by the authorities.\n\n\"Lunch with Mr Rousseau, sir.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Eighty kilos of cocaine! Jesus Christ, that's a lot of drugs. \n\nMarcus looks up from his paper.\n\n Ah, thanks. I'd forgotten about that. Did he say where we were meeting? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"The Dragon's Lair, sir.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Ah, thanks Ken. \n\nMarcus finishes his breakfast and his paper, making chitchat with Ken. He idles around the house until lunchtime before driving over to the Dragon's Lair to meet with Anton." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The Dragon's Lair is dominated by a single, vast room, three levels high and capped by the enormous dragon statue that gives the place its name. The dragon's wings make up most of the building's roof, and it is thin enough to let the sunlight shine though. High-class restaurant by day and exclusive nightclub by night, being able to arrive at the Lair and walk straight in, as Marcus can, is one of the true signs of success.\n\nAnton is waiting on the upper level, at a small table looking out over the dance floor. He raises his hand in greeting as Marcus approaches, and pours a small glass of wine.\n\"Marcus, it's been too long. How are you?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus enthusiastically shakes Anton's hand before sitting down.\n\n I'm doing well, Anton. How about you? You must have something on your mind to ask me to the Lair. He says, either pouring his own wine or taking a glass from Anton, whichever is appropriate." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Anton smiles broadly.\n\"Not at all, quite the opposite, in fact. I've had a string of quite good luck recently. How is Ken?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus returns the smile and picks up a menu.\n\n Ken's been doing just great. I don't know how he does it, Anton, but he practically keeps the place together all by himself. I keep offering to hire more hands to help him out, but he keeps telling me not to worry. How about you? Tell me more about this string of luck. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Well, it's not so much luck for me as for my department. Parapsychology isn't really the most respected area of study, so normally keeping my budget is luck enough.\" Anton sips his wine.\n\"But a few weeks ago, someone emailed me about a haunted house, not far out of the city. I made enquires, and the house was empty. People normally don't like research students hanging around their house poking around at things, so that's the first bit of luck.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm, interesting. \n\nMarcus strokes his chin as he glances over the menu.\n\n What kind of disturbances were there supposed to be? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"After the last owner left, someone found a secret room behind the basement wall. Nothing really special, but it's definately intended to be a room; about fifteen by fifteen feet, sheer concrete walls. They had to knock down a wall to get in there, though. Anyway, if someone says anything when they're in this room, something starts tapping-\"\nAnton picks up the ashtray and taps it against the table, with a steady but unsettling beat.\n\ntap\n\ntap\n\ntap\n\n\"Normally I'd just think it was dripping water, or something ordinary like that. But the thing is, it only happens when someone talks, no other sound starts it.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Interesting, have you experienced this yourself? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Certainly. Anyway, normally I'd just have had a student have a look, do a few ismple experiments, that sort of thing. But then we had a donation, quite a large one, specifically for the investigation of this one phenomenon. Enough to get some decent equipment, hire a few aides, so on and so forth. Strange, but nonetheless, very lucky, wouldn't you say?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Very strange. Who made the donation? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"A man named Charles Fehrer. I've met him a few times at the site, I'd say he's simply eccentric. Very pleasant man to talk to.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Interesting. Hey, when are you heading down to the site next? This sounds like something I'd be interested in. \n\n((Knowledge: Business (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nKnowledge: Popular Culture (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nKnowledge: Current Events (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n\nTo try and determine anything else about Charles Fehrer.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I won't be visiting again until Monday, but I think the student who volunteered to do the investigation is there today. I'm sure she'd be happy to show you around.\"\n\nMarcus has not heard of Charles Fehrer before." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, I think I'll do that. It'll be harder for me to get away on Monday anyway. Where was the house again? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Anton takes a pen and a calling card from his pocket and writes the address down for Marcus." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus take the card and sticks it in his wallet.\n\n Thanks, Anton. So, what else is new? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Ah, not too much. My brother's been calling a lot lately, complaining about his investments. I've no idea why, he never takes my advice. I might buy a tape recorder and play that into the phone for five minutes, see if he notices the difference. Mmm. Ah. Really? That's all it would take, with a little spacing. How about yourself?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus leans back nonchalantly.\n\n I fought Mr. Rogers the other day. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Anton blinks, and raises his eyebrows.\n\"Not very sporting of you Marcus, fighting a man who's too dead to defend himself.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus chuckles.\n\n I guess I should explain. It was a monster, a...wight or shade, if you will, that looked like Mr. Rogers. It was actually haunting the closet of the son of one of my board members. Quite interesting, really, the creature was literally causing the kid to experience a neuralogical breakdown. Luckily it was stopped and reversed once the creature was killed. Oh, you'll never guess what it's weakness was, either. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I'm sure I won't.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus leans back, crosses his arms, and smile.\n\n Guess. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I already said I wouldn't guess... You played Wagner to him, and he left to invade Poland.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Close, but no cigar. We had to use a Power Ranger of all things. \n\nHe sips his drink.\n\n Turns out the damn series was useful for something after all. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Anton thinks a moment. \"That TV show with the bright monocolour costumes? How odd. I don't suppose there's anything for me to study?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Not really. The corpse dissolved away after we killed it and I gave the power ranger to the kid. Not that there was anything special about it, we just picked it up from the toy store. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The house in question looks rather ramshackle, with peeling paint and a heavily overgrown garden. Shortly after Marcus pulls up, the door opens and a young woman comes out to greet him.\n\"Hi. Mr Black? I'm Jenny Schecter. How are you?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shakes Jenny's hand and smiles.\n\n I'm fine, thanks. Anton told me about the disturbances in the house so I decided to come check it out. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Cool. I was just doing some echo scans, do you want to come in and look around?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, that be great. \n\nMarcus crosses his arms over his chest as he enters the house after Jenny to confirm that he was wearing his pistol under his jacket one last time." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The inside of the house is just as decrepit as the outside; although it's not as dusty as might be expected, presumably due to Jenny searching the house. She leads Marcus into the basement through a heavy door with a surprisingly sturdy lock. It's pretty much just plain grey concrete, except for the hole knocked in the far wall. Through the hole is another room, similar but smaller, with a device about the size of a briefcase lying on the floor next to the walls. A pair of headphones and something Marcus doesn't recognise are plugged into it. It looks a little like a shocker paddle.\n\"Well, this is it.\" Jenny says. As soon as the words leave her mouth, something starts tapping. It's just loud enough to hear, sounds like metal tapping against stone, and is completely unplaceable. The entire effect is extremely creepy." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus continues to talk, remembering what Anton told him.\n\n So it only happens when people talk? Interesting. What is that device over there in the corner? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"It reacts to recorded speech as well as actual voices, but yes, it doesn't respond to anything else.\" Jenny walks over to the machine when Marcus asks about it. \"It's an echo scanner. You put on the headphones and hold this against the wall...\" she demonstrates. \"and press this button here and it makes a very low pitched noise. Or maybe it's a high pitched noise; anyway, it goes into the wall and bounces back, and it can give you an idea of what the construction is like. I haven't gotten very far yet-\" Jenny indicates about three quarters of the left wall. \"and so far it's all been solid. Do you want to try?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, sure. \n\nMarcus steps over to the machine, dons the headphones, and begins scanning the wall." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jenny guides him through the first few scans. The scanner sends out a pulse of vibrations, and the headphones recieve it back almost exactly the same, indicating solid material without gaps or cracks. Shortly into the far wall, the noise becomes distorted." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus waves Jenny over.\n\n Hey, check this out. I'm hearing some different noises here. \n\nHe hands her the headphones and paddle so she can see for herself." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jenny checks the wall where Marcus scanned, then moves the scanner up to the middle of the wall, up to the end, then back to the middle.\n\"It sounds like there's a hollow about here. A big one, too.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus stands up.\n\n You got a sledgehammer? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Not on me, no. I want to get some more accurate equipment in before we start smashing walls; this is mostly for preliminary scans. I can't wait to see what it is, though.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Me neither, actually. Let's mark this area and keep searching for more. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The rest of the wall in the room seem solid.\n\"I'll call Professor Rousseau later, to see if I can get a better scanner. That hole sounded pretty big.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds good. So, what do we do in the meantime? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"We could have lunch. Have you had anything to eat yet? After that, I'll have to check the response to speech; see if it reacts to volume, position, things like that.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Actually, I had a light lunch with Anton earlier, but I could eat again. \n\nHe checks his watch.\n\n I don't really have any other plans this afternoon and Ken'll call me if anything comes up so, sure, let's go do lunch. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Okay. There's a sort of strip of resturaunts just a few blocks away.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Sounds good to me. I'll drive \n\nMarcus follows Jenny out of the house and leads her to the car, opening the door for her and waiting for her to get situated before leaving." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "As they leave the house, Marcus notices Jenny looking across the road. The apparent object of her attention is a long haired, leather jacketed man leaning against a tree. He is looking back, although Marcus can't tell whether at Jenny or the house itself." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus points discreetly at the man as they pull away from the house.\n\n Recognize that guy? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Yeah, he's been hanging around here since I started studying the place. He came over on the first day, asking what I was doing in the house, and when I told him he asked me to stop, saying it wasn't safe. He said there was a monster in the house, and that he was worried I'd let it out. I said I wasn't going to stop, of course, and he just shrugged and stuck around. It's kind of creepy, but he doesn't seem to mean any harm. He said his name's Adam Swift.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Adam Swift. Huh. \n I'll have to look into that. \n\nTurning his attention back to Jenny:\n\n He might not be wrong, though. You should be careful. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "There's a short moment before Jenny answers, as though a beat has been missed. \"Yeah,\" she says, a little distantly, \"can't be too careful.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods and drives in silence for a few seconds.\n\n So, hey! I know this subject is cheery and all, but where'd you have in mind for lunch? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Oh, right.\" Jenny directs Marcus to the shops; it's about two minutes from the house. It's just three small resuraunts in the middle of the residential area; a Thai place, a patisserie and a fish and chip shop." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus pulls into a parking space, gets out, and looks around at the shops before locking his door.\n\n I'm thinking about fish and chips, you? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Sounds good to me.\"" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "When Marcus leaves the house, Adam is still standing across the road, patiently watching the house." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks out of the house and over to his car. He is just about to get in when he notices Adam still watching from across the road. He thinks for a minute, then trots over to him.\n\n Hey, I'm Marcus, he says, holding out his hand, Adam, right? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam is a broad shouldered man with rather long, dark hair and the facial hair of a very unsklled shaver. His entire appearance can be summed up with 'unkempt'. He nods at Marcus.\n\n \"Yeah.\" He says simply, and turns back to the house." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus takes up a place next to Adam and follows his gaze toward the house.\n\n Jenny mentioned that you've been hanging around here for a while. You warned her of something, right? What exactly is it that you're afraid of? \n\n((Diplomacy and Gather Information))" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus takes up a place next to Adam and follows his gaze toward the house.\n\n Jenny mentioned that you've been hanging around here for a while. You warned her of something, right? What exactly is it that you're afraid of? \n\n((Diplomacy and Gather Information))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"There a monster walled up in there.\" Adam stays staring at the house." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I've heard it. Or I've heard something that could be construed as one, anyway. What kind of monster is it? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Bogeyman. Real tough. Difficult to make sure it stays down, that's why it got walled up.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Bogeyman, eh? Why does it only make noise when people are talking? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam shrugs." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n Thanks for the help, Adam. Here, take this for your trouble. He pulls a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and hands it to Adam.\n\n And don't worry about the bogeyman, He says as he walks away. I'll be sure to take care of it. \n Of course, it'll probably take a whole lot more than a Power Ranger to stop it. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam takes the money and stuffs it in a pocket. \"Thanks.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods in acknowledgement and trots back up to the house.\n\n No problem. \n\nOnce inside, he searches around for Jenny, hoping to catch her before she does anything that might release the bogeyman." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jenny is down in the room again, standing still with a microphone in her hand. The tapping is dying away as Marcus enters." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus hurries down the stairs and stops in the door, relieved, when he sees the room still intact.\n\n Oh, good. You're okay. He says, wiping nervous sweat from his brow. I need you to, whatever you do, do not knock down any of the walls here. Got it? There's something very, very dangerous trapped down here. Something that could kill you, and I, and a whole lot of other people if it gets let free. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jenny looks at Marcus a little nervously.\n\"Have you been talking to Adam, Marcus?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "He nods.\n\n And I know enough to listen, too. \n\nHe leans on the doorjamb, hands in pockets.\n\n Sometimes, Jenny, the crazy hobos aren't quite so crazy as you think they might be. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "tap* tap tap\n\n\"I'll agree that Adam might be pretty lucid, but that doesn't mean he's not crazy.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " It doesn't mean that he is, either. Just trust me on this. When the wall goes down, if it has to go down, I want to be there with a friend or two of mine to make sure nobody gets hurt. 'Kay? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "tap tap tap\n\nJenny breathes a quiet sigh of relief.\n\n\"Sure. That shouldn't be a problem at all.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Thanks for understanding. \n\nHe stands up from against the door jamb and checks his watch.\n\n Well, this has been...interesting, but I think I've got to go. Have Anton call me if anything comes up. \n\nHe turns and leaves, giving a nod to Adam (if he's still there) before heading back home.\n\n((Fast forward?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "As Marcus steps out of his car and into the parking lot he notices a strong, unpleasant stench of rotting meat, overpowering even the normal smells of petrol and rubber, coming from somewhere in the rows of cars behind him. There doesn't appear to be anyone else in the lot." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus reflexively brings his arm up over his nose as the stench wafts over him.\n\n Oh my God! What died!? He chokes.\n\nDespite the smell, Marcus weaves through the rows of cars to find the source of the smell, driven by some sense of morbid curiosity." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The stench seems to grow stronger as Marcus moves forwards. The silence is suddenly shattered by a loud, splintering snap from his left, that echoes around the lot." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus spins around in the direction of the sound and drops to a crouch in one fluid motion. With his hand on his gun, he slowly creeps forward to investigate." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "In an empty parking space, beside a car with its door hanging open, are two slender, black-clad figures bending over a horribly mutilated body. They seem to be eating it. As Marcus approaches they turn to him and stand up, pulling their masks down to cover their mouths. Their skin is a diseased, mottled pink, and thier mouths are lipless and full of jagged fangs. Each draws a sword and moves to attack.\n\nMarcus 15\nNinja 9" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " You've got to be kidding me. Cannibal ninjas? \n\nMarcus moves out of the ninjas' range and fires upon the first one.\n\n SECURITY!! " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The crack of the gunshot echoes loudly around the lot, and the bullet strikes the first ninja in the belly. Several dribbles of part digested meat ooze out of the hole. It growls angrily and lunges forwards, slashing Marcus across the belly and lamost disembowelling him. The other skitters around the other side of the car.\n\n9 damage to the first ninja.\nMarcus takes 14 damage, action point to pass massive damage save." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus staggers as the ninja slashes him and moves out of his threatened area. He gathers himself for another shot and fires on the closer ninja." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' shot takes the ninja squarely in the chest; it jerks back and disintegrates, it's sword clatters on the ground. The other comlpletes its circle around the car, lunging towards Marcus with its sword drawn back. He hears echoing shouts and clattering boots as the security guards approach, but they aren't within sight yet.\n\n11 damage to the first ninja." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus, seeing the first ninja disintegrate, decides to follow a different course of action.\n\n The guards'll never believe that I was attacked by disintegrating, cannibal ninjas if I kill them both. I've got to hold this one off until they get here or I could be carted off to the asylum. \n\nHe turns toward the other ninja and moves out of its threatened area, scanning its moves and preparing to dodge an incoming attack.\n\n((Total defense action.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "It moves forward and lashes out, but Marcus dodges the thrust easily. He sees two guards come running into the lot from the main building." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Over here! \n\nMarcus moves away from the ninja again, this time taking a shot at it.\n\n Quickly! " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' shot strikes the ninja in the head, taking off the top of its skull. It moves forwards again, attacking with several sweeps that Marcus easily evades. The guards hurry towards them, firing at the ninja, but their shots are two high and ricochet off the ceiling." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus rolls his eyes as the guards completely miss the ninja before taking another step out of it's range and firing at it again.\n\n Oh well, at least they've seen it now. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The bullet hits the ninja in the side, blowing away a small amount of flesh. Screeching horribly, it lunges forwards and buries its sword in Marcus' gut. He chokes and coughs up blood, and his sight loses colour and gradually becomes dark as he sees the ninja disintegrate under the guards' bullets.\n\nNinja takes 6 damage.\nMarcus takes 16 damage, massive damage.\nNinja takes 20 damage.\n\nMarcus wakes up to find himself in a small, high bed in a sterile looking room. A hospital. Thick layers of bandages around his middle prevent him from rising. He hears a chair shift slightly, squeaking against the floor.\n\"Marcus? Are you awake, m'boy?\" He hears William's voice as though from a long way away.\n\nMarcus is on 24hp, and is fatigued." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus stirs slowly. He opens his eyes a crack and sees the blurry forms of the hospital room. Slowly, laboriously, his mind and memories bubble up from the realm of unconciousness. His vision clears, and he is able to recognize the voice beside him.\n\n Hmmmm......did we win? he asks weakly." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "William pauses for a moment.\n\"Well, you're alive, always a victory. The surgery seems to have gone without complications. Those two guards that were with you are still unconscious, however. How do you feel?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Like I got my guts torn open and then sewn back together. How do you think you'd feel if you got attacked by a pair of cannibalistic, disintegrating ninjas? \n\nHe winces from the effort of talking and puts a hand on his midsection.\n\n Ugh. I could have taken them both down, Will. I could have done it, but I was too worried about my public image. I wanted witnesses to back me up, and now the guards are in here too. He says through gritted teeth, letting his head drop back onto his pillow." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"You don't need to worry about the guards. They aren't hurt, or so the doctors have told me. Try and get some rest, the police will want to talk to you in the morning.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright, Will. Thanks. he grunts. Oh, and one more thing. Keep any press off my back, okay? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"We're doing our best on that count. Sleep well.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Mmm...thanks... Marcus murmurs, just before dropping back off to sleep." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The blows of hammers against concrete echo loudly around the basement, drowning out the constant tapping from behind the wall. Marcus doesn't need to worry about the noise, though; like Jenny and the two sledge-wielders he has a pair of industrial strength earmuffs that keep the noise down to a dull thudding. Anton isn't here; having come down with a bad case of 'flu on Friday. Charles Lehrer is here, but not in the room; he went back upstairs to answer a call of nature, as he put it. He's a pleasant but oddly unmemorable man; even having seen him only a minute or so ago, Marcus can't quite picture his face." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus paces back and forth as the sledgewielders hammer away at the wall. He checks and rechecks his pistol to try and bleed away some of the nervous energy. It doesn't work.\n\n Remember: be careful. There's something dangerous behind that wall. \n\nHe continues his pacing, expecting the boogieman to leap through at any moment." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The hammer blows continue to fall, and small slabs of concrete start to break off from the wall. Within a few minutes, a small hole, perhaps an inch or two in diameter, has opened up at about head height. The tapping has stopped. As Jenny moves to remove her earmuffs, one of the hammerers leans towards the hole for a closer look.\nThe small room is surreally silent for a moment as he falls back, a deep, bloody hole where his eye had been, a long, thin blade protruding from the wall." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus hurries over to the man to check if he's still alive.\n\nIf so:\n \n Spoiler \n Someone call this man an ambulance. Now! Marcus orders as he bends down to help staunch the bleeding.\n\nDespite his earlier nervousness, Marcus acts with composure now that things have started to happen. He looks back over to the hole in the wall, praying inside that the thing doesn't decide to help them enlarge it.\n\n Well, I don't want to say 'I told you so,' he says, looking at Jenny, What do you want to do next? \n \n\n\nIf not:\n \n Spoiler \n He's dead. You a, Marcus says, indicating the other worker, get him out of here. \n\nDespite his earlier nervousness, Marcus acts with composure now that things have started to happen. He looks back over to the hole in the wall, praying inside that the thing doesn't decide to help them enlarge it.\n\n Well, I don't want to say 'I told you so,' he says, looking at Jenny, What do you want to do next? \n " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jenny screams and the other hammerer stares unbelieving at the body on the floor. Marcus' words shake him out of his shock and he drops his hammer, moving over to partly lift the body and begin dragging it towards the stairs. Jenny is staring at the hole and trying to smother her screams with her hands, apparently in total shock. The wall shakes and the cracks around the hole get bigger as the bogeyman tries to break his way out." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Jenny. Jenny! Marcus shouts. Get a hold of yourself! You have to leave Jenny, it's not safe. I'll hold off the bogeyman, but you have to get the others out safe, 'kay? You need to promise me that you'll do that. \n\nAs he speaks, Marcus readies his pistol and gets into a position to shoot at the bogeyman as soon as the hole gets large enough." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' words starle Jenny into action, and she runs out of the room, heading for the door.\nThe bogeyman knocks out a piece of wall, revealing a hideously pale hand. Marcus' bullet hits the wall, cracking it." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " **. \n\nMarcus moves to make sure he's closer to the door than the bogeyman and prepares to fire again." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "More of the wall comes tumbling down, and Marcus' next shot is no help, hitting and cracking the concrete. From the room behind, he hears shattering glass and another scream from Jenny." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus takes a look back to see what he can see before preparing to shoot the bogeyman. This time, he waits for it to show a little more of itself." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Looking back into the other room, Marcus sees Adam jumping in through the broken window. Jenny is bolting up the stairs.\nThe bogeyman tears down more of the wall, and Marcus' bullet hits it in the chest. It growls angrily. [7 damage]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Greetings. Marcus says without turning to Adam.\n\nKeeping his eyes on the bogeyman, he fires another shot at it." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The bogeyman tears down the last bits of wall that are blocking it, and Marcus' shot hits it in the chest. [9 damage]\nAdam moves up to stand next to Marcus, and fires two shots into the bogeyman. [6 damage]\nThe bogeyman's chest heaves, and the first bullet Marcus shot it with falls out and hits the ground, leaving no wound. It charges forward at Marcus, leaving itself open for Adam to kick [9 damage] and stabs him in the shoulder with its knife [critical hit, 11 damage, 27/38hp].\n[Marcus saves against it's frightful presence with an action point, Adam fails and takes the penalties for 6 rounds. Marcus has 11 bullets left, Adam has 4]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus yelps in pain as the bogeyman stabs him. He tumbles back away from the monster and fires on it again, hoping that the damage from this wound stays." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus slips as he tumbles back, giving the bogeyman an opportunity to stab him again. [7 damage, 20/38hp] He shoots it in the belly. [6 damage]\nAdam punches the bogeyman in the side. [5 damage]\nThe bogeyman charges at Marcus again, giving Adam another opportunity for a kick. [6 damage] It slashes Marcus across the chest. [8 damage, 12/38hp]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shouts in pain as the bogeyman attacks him. He once again tries to get away from it before shooting it again.\n\n((Use actions points if necessary.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus gracefully tumbles away from the bogeyman before shooting it in the chest. [8 damage]\nAdam shoots it in the head; its cranium snaps forward and it falls to the ground, but its wounds continue to heal. [10 damage] He walks over to it." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Is it dead? Marcus asks, even as he shoots it one more time." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus' bullet blows open the bogeyman's head. [18 damage]\n \"Is now.\" Adam says. The bogeyman's wounds have indeed ceased to heal. Instead, its body seems to be rotting rapidly. Adam looks around at the sound of Jenny pounding on the door.\n\"It's locked!\" She calls down." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Thank God. You okay, Adam? \n\nHe turns his head in the direction of Jenny's voice.\n\n We'll be right there! " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Fine.\" \nThe sledgeman comes down the stairs.\n\"The key's not opening the door.\" He says." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright, let's see it. Marcus says, following the sledgeman back up the stairs." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "At the top of the stairs, Jenny has the key in the lock, turning it back and forth and twisting the doorknob. No matter what she does with the key, though, the door won't so much as rattle." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Here, let me try. \n\nAfter Jenny moves aside, Marcus fires 3 shots at the door near the doorknob and tries to kick it open." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The bullets punch through the door, but it remains resolutely closed.\n \"I'll go out the window. Maybe it's okay on the other side.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright. Be careful though. \n\nMarcus reloads and then heads to the window to cover Adam if need be." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam jumps up to the window and wriggles out. He's gone for a few minutes, and then comes back to the window.\n \"Front door's stuck too.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Damn. Well, looks like we're using the window then. \n\nMarcus hops out the window and waits for the others to do the same.\n\n Soooo.....now what? Do we sweep the house to make sure that it was just the one boogeyman or do we call it quits for today and come back tomorrow? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " \"Only one. Not a pack hunter.\" Adam helps Jenny out the window." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " That's some good news then. \n\nHe turns to Jenny.\n\n You okay? You owe Adam your life, you know. If he hadn't hung around so much we wouldn't have known about the bogeyman. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Thanks.\" Jenny says.\nAdam nods, and reaches back in to help the sledgeman up. Jenny looks around.\n\"Charles' car is gone.\" She says, looking at the street." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hrm. Marcus says, frowning. Did it have LoJack? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I don't know.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Do you know the make, model, license number? Color, even? Something we can tell the cops. [/i]" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"It was a silvery-blue Mercedes Benz. I can't remember what the license was...\"\n \"Wrote it down. Here.\" Adam passes Marcus a piece of notepaper with a license plate number on it." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus takes the paper.\n\n Thanks Adam, this should help. \n\nAfter studying the license number, Marcus phones the police.\n\n Hello, I'd like to report a stolen vehicle. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Before Marcus gets his phone out, Adam speaks up again.\n \"Why call the police? Can't arrest him if he hasn't committed a crime.\" " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus hangs up.\n\n Guess I jumped the gun there. The way Jenny was talking, it sounded like the car was stolen. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Sorry. I just meant it was gone; he must have left. I can't imagine why, though.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright then. \n\nHe heaves a sigh and suddenly seems very tired. The adrenaline is wearing off.\n\n Well if you all don't mind, I'm going to go to the hospital now. I hurt all over . \n\nHe begins to head to his car.\n\n Adam, thanks for the help. Jenny, take care. I'd say I had a good time today, but I really didn't. \n\nUnless anybody else has something to say, he'll get into his car and head to the hospital for healing." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": " Friday, 18th May \n\nMarcus has only just sat down at his desk when the phone rings. It's Miss Jones.\n\"Mr Black? There's a Mr Adam Swift on line 3.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Thanks Debbie, I'll be right with him. \n\nMarcus closes his game of solitaire and punches in line three.\n\n Hey Adam. How's it going? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Well. I've found another monster. Thought you might be interested.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'm listening. What's the lowdown on this one? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Smoke monster. Hiding in a school west of the city. Already killed someone. I can meet you, show you what I have on it.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, sounds great. How about we meet for lunch? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Where?\" 13 " }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I've kinda got a craving for hot dogs. How about we meet at Nathan's over on Coney Island? Say, at noon? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Done.\" Adam hangs up." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus puts the news of the smoke monster out of his head, not to be worried about until lunch and works through the rest of his morning. He leaves his office at around 11:30 or so to head down to his car.\n\n Debbie, I'm going to lunch with an associate. Can you hold my calls? \n\nWith that, he heads down to his car and drives to Coney Island.\n\n((Fast forward?))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam is standing outside Nathan's when Marcus gets to Coney Island. He looks just as scruffy as he did the last time Marcus saw him, and is hold a Hermes Transport envelope, A4 size." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus walks up to shake Adam's hand.\n\n How's it going Adam? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Alright. Information is in here.\" Adam opens the envelope." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Cool. Marcus says as he takes the envelope. Hey, let's get our food first though. I'm starving. \n\nMarcus moves up to the counter to order (he offers to pay for Adam if he needs it. I don't know if Adam actually has his own money) and then goes to sit at a table with his food before opening the envelope with Adam.\n\n Alright, let's take a look... " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam takes four pieces of paper from the envelope. One is a photocopy of a watermarked, offical looking document, two look like maps of a building and one is a plain computer printout. Adam pushes the printout over to Marcus; the page is entitled 'Belkers', and below the heading is an illustration of a bearded, winged cloud of smoke.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nBelow the picture is a brief paragraph of text.\n\n“Belkers are creatures formed of the corrupted essence of elemental air. Their appearance is of a bank of thick fog with wings and a bearded face. Despite this seemly immaterial existance, they are normally quite solid and vulnerable to mortal weapons. It can, however, assume a more vapourous form, and it becomes much more difficult to damage when it does so. If fighting a belker, be warned that it may attempt to force you to breath part of it in while it is in this form. The portion inhaled will resolidify and slice at the victim’s lungs.”" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus looks over the papers, allowing himself a slight frown.\n\n You said this thing was in a school? Do you have any idea where it came from? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam shakes his head, and passes the photocopy over to Marcus. It's a medical report: the results of the autopsy of a woman named Cheryl Thomas. She died of heavy laceration to the lungs. Traces of smoke were also found.\n\n\"She was a cook, in the school's canteen.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus' frown worsens as he takes a bite of his hot dog.\n\n Okay, so our weapons will hurt it, but it can turn vaporous and get in our lungs. I think the first thing we need to do is get breathing masks or some kind of self-contained oxygen. That way we can't inhale it. Whaddaya think? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam nods. \"Good idea. Gasmasks?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n Yeah, I should be able to borrow some from Vitan. What else do you thing we'll need? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Can't think of anything. Oh,\" Adam picks up the envelope again and shakes it. When nothing comes out he fishes around inside, and takes out a small key. \"For the recieving dock at the school.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus picks up the key.\n\n So I take it the administration knows what we're going to be doing? He says, giving Adam a suspicious look." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Not likely. Doubt they know what happened.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hrm. That makes things interesting then. Do you think we should try and talk to the administration or just pull a \"covert op,\" he throws up some \"air quotes\" at this, and do it at night? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Easier to sneak in. Trying to explain these things is more trouble than it's worth.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright then. When do you want to do this? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam shrugs. \"On my own, I'd do it tonight or tomorrow. When I could get there. When can you do it?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Tomorrow's better for me. I'll get the gas masks this afternoon and meet you at the school tomorrow. What do you think? Midnight? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam nods and looks at the map. \"I'll be here.\" He says, pointing at the street behind the school, near the recieving docks." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Cool. I'll meet you there. \n\nMarcus puts everything back in the envelope and heads back to Vitan.\n\n I'm back Debbie. Any calls while I was gone? He asks when he gets back up to his office." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Two. A Ms Vutha from SinCorp, calling to say you'll shortly be recieving an email about some new compounds they've developed, and Mr Adams from the Red Cross. He said he'd call back later.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Alright, thanks Debbie. \n Hmm, SinCorp and the Red Cross... \n\nMarcus continues into his office and sits down at his desk to check his e-mail, looking specifically for the one from SinCorp." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The email is a brief message with an attached PDF file. The attachment is apparently technical specifications for several chemical compounds SinCorp has been developing; according to the message the specifications have been sent in to give Vitan a chance to consider them before they officially go to market, due to their longstanding business relationship with Sinclair.\n\nIn other words, SinCorp is giving Vitan a headstart in working out how best to purchase, use and market the things." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Hmm...it's awfully nice to have at least one business that's not looking to shut you down or buy you out. \n\nMarcus forwards the e-mail to the appropriate people and goes about his business for the rest of the day, including the requisition of a pair of gas masks.\n\nFast forward?" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The night is moonless and the streetlights few, and Marcus almost walks into Adam before he sees him. Adam nods in greeting.\n\"Haven't seen a security guard.\" He comments. \"Strange.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " It's a public school, Adam, not a factory. Are you ready? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Schools have guards too. You have the masks?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Yeah, right here. \n\nMarcus pulls one of the masks out of a bag and hands it to Adam. He takes his own mask and puts it on his head, ready to be pulled over his face when needed.\n\n Well, let's get this over with. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam leads the way to the recieving dock and opens the door with the key. Or tries to, anyway. The key goes into the lock fine, but the handle won't budge.\n\"Hmm.\"\nHe twists the key again, and the door opens.\n\"Must have already been unlocked.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Strange. \n\nMarcus draws his pistol and walks through the door ahead of Adam." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The room is a small storeroom, currently quite empty. There are two doors; one ahead and one to the left.\n\"Kitchen is through here.\" Adam says, pointing at the left door.\n\nThe belker is easily spotted in the kitchen; two doors to the left have small transparent holes at about head height, through which thick white smoke can be seen.\n\nInitiative\nMarcus 16\nAdam 9\nBelker 7" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus pulls his gas mask over his face as he walks to the doors. He kicks them open and fires on the \"smoke.\"" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The bullet enters the smoke, producing a very peculiar effect. It hits the cloud and rapidly slows, apparently carving a path through it. The bullet quickly loses momentum and stays stationary within the cloud, which does not reenter the bullet's path.\n\nAdam fires into the cloud before the doors swing shut again, and his bullet exhibits the same odd behaviour.\n\nThe cloud billows and swirls, forming wings, claws and a face. It lashes out at Marcus; the wings slashing along his arms.\n\n[Marcus hits and deals 6 damage. Adam hits and deals 14 damage. The belker hits with two wings and deals 4 and 5 damage, reducing Marcus to 29/38.]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus tumbles away from the belker and fires another shot at it." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus stumbles as he moves back, but manages to dodge the belker's wings anyway. He bullet lodges in the creature's smoky body.\n\nAdam fires two quick shots at the belker. The bullets penetrate no further into the smoke than the others, but the creature's body starts to rapidly disperse. The bullets make a quiet tinkling sound as they hit the floor.\n\n[Marcus fails his Tumble check, but the AoO misses anyway. He hits for 9 damage. Adam double-taps for 14 damage, and the belker drops.]" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus stares at the space where the belker was, nonplussed.\n\n Well that was...easier than expected. Let's pick up the spent brass and bullets and get out of here in case anybody heard. \n\nHe pulls off his mask and picks up the spent casings and slugs before starting to head outside." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Only a few moments after the remains of the brief battle are cleared away, Marcus and Adam hear a sudden cacophony from further inside the school. Terrified screams and yells are mixed with bestial roars; from what Marcus remembers of the map, the sounds are coming from the direction of the gym." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Oh, . \n\nMarcus draws his pistol again and races down the hall toward the gym.\n\n C'mon! He shouts back at Adam." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The noises continue as Marcus and Adam run down the hallways; the screams and shouts quiet and die away as the roars become more frequent. It culminates in a great splintering crash, followed by another more glassy one a few seconds later.\nWhen they reach the school's lobby, they see that the front doors and the door to the gym have been destroyed." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus skids to a halt when he sees the destruction of the lobby.\n\n Oh, . \n\nHe tries to either spot the creature itself or at least a trail that shows where it went." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The gym doors appear to have burst outwards, into the lobby, and the front doors seem to have burst out into the carpark." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus raises his gun and follows the trail of destruction out to the carpark." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The steps immediately outside the door are covered with shattered glass, but therre is no blood and no sign of anyone in the immediate area." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus stops to catch his breath and scans the parking lot.\n\n What was that thing? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Big. Or numerous.\" Adam replies, looking at the shattered doors. \"Tough. No blood on the glass.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " I'm thinking more along the lines of big. C'mon, I want to see where it came from. \n\nMarcus follows the trail of destruction further into the school." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The floor of the gym is marked by a huge, twelve pointed star, of what appears to be electrical tape. At or near each point of the star lies a teenager, bloodied and broken. All except one are completely still; the nearest girl is breathing quickly and shallowly, with an unhealthy gurgling edge to the sound. Her eyes are staring open and glassy." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Oh my God.... \n\nMarcus hurries over to the living girl to check her injuries.\n\n We need to call 9-11. Keep an eye on here while I talk to them. \n\nHe pulls out his phone and calls 9-11. When the dispatcher picks up, he tells her to send an ambulance and the police and gives the address of the school." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The girl's right arm and the right side of her body is scratched and torn, as though she has been whipped with barbed wire. There is a little blood comng from her mouth, suggesting internal injuries. She does not seem totally aware of her surrondings, but she does seem to have noticed Marcus at least on some level, as she begins talking disjointedly.\n\n\"Lions... Demon lions... Everywhere... Robert...\" She chokes suddenly, coughs up more blood, and passes out. Her breathing slows and steadies." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus tries to soothe the girl. He kneels down beside her as she talks.\n\n Shhh.....don't talk. Be still, don't worry...help is on the way. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "While Marcus makes the call, Adam inspects the bodies and the star.\n\n\"Hmm. Place to stand at each point, and a thirteenth in the middle. Someone stood there? Or something was going to be standing there?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus stands up and walks over to Adam.\n\n A summoning circle, maybe? That could explain what that thing was....oh **. If it was a summoning circle...do demons exist? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Belker looked demonic. Description sounded kind of demonic.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Damn. \n\nMarcus sighs.\n\n Something tells me we're going to be the ones that have to kill whatever escaped here tonight. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Should be easy to track, at least. Is she going to live?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus shrugs.\n\n I hope so, it'd be really helpful to be able to question her but I'm no doctor so I can't be sure. It depends how soon the paramedics get here. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Should be going, then. Can't do much more here.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus sighs.\n\n Yeah, I suppose so. C'mon, if we're going to go let's at least leave before the cops get here. We've got a...something to find. \n\nHe turns and begins to make for the front entrance to try and track the beast." }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus finds a group of tracks on the lawn outside the school; one person wearing shoes and something that, at best guess, is feline and very, very big indeed. The tracks continue over the lawn and disappear when they reach the road." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus follows the tracks until they disappear at the road. He looks on the road surface for any sign of a trail. If he doesn't find anything, he crosses the road and tries to pick up the trail there.\n\n Adam, look at this. It looks like there's somebody with this thing. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Adam follows the trail.\n\"Being chased, do you think?\"\nMarcus doesn't find any more tracks among the houses on the other side of the road." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Either being chased, Marcus stands up, or being helped. \n\nHe waves his hand around the area.\n\n I can't tell where they went though. Have you found anything? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Nothing.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Crap, Marcus sighs. Well, what do we do now? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Go back to the city. Keep eyes on the papers. Someone will notice things this size.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Ok. Sound's like a plan. \n\nMarcus begins walking toward his car.\n\n Do you need a ride, Adam? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Yes.\" He pauses for a moment. \"Thank you.\"" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "The wait for a relevant news story isn't long. After Marcus comes back from lunch he finds an early report of a grisly double murder on the homepage of the local branch of Markova News. John and Tabitha Whitaker were found dead outside their home, having been apparently slashed to pieces after arriving home from a late night movie screening. Police are searching for their son Robert, and aren't yet claiming a connection to the attack at the school." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus reads the story before throwing the paper onto his desk in disgust.\n\n I can't believe Adam and I let that thing get away, he mutters to himself.[/color]\n\nMarcus pulls the paper back over to himself and searches through it for anything else that could be attributed to whatever beast escaped last night. After finishing with the paper, he begins to search local news websites.\n\n There's got to be something else... " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Marcus finds nothing else of relevance on the site. The next day, however, there is another, similar story: Arthur Ryles, a trucker, was killed in the parking lot of a rest stop a few hours away from the school. His wounds match those of Mr and Mrs Whitaker, and also, police have now confirmed, those of the children found at the school. The article ends saying that Jessica Lawson, the girl who survived the school attack, is now in a stable condition." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "At the end of the work day, Marcus decides to go to the hospital to try and see Jessica. On the drive over, he calls ken and tells him that he'll be late for dinner.\n\nWhen he gets to the hospital, he walks up to the nurse at the front desk.\n\n Hi there, I was wondering if Jessica Lawson was taking visitors. I'd like to see her. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "[Diplomacy: 25]\n\nThe nurse shows Marcus to Jessica's room. She is packed in on her bed with several thick hospital blankets; apparently her wounds are still too bad to allow her free movement. One hand is free, however, and is holding the control for the bed and TV. She looks away from the screen when the nurse enters with Marcus, and smiles when the nurse introduces him. The nurse then leaves the room, but stays outside to watch them through the window." }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus pulls a chair over to the bed and sits.\n\n Hello Jessica. I'm Marcus, he says in his most reassuring tone. [color]How are you feeling?[/color]" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Getting better.\" Jessica puts down the remote. \"Have I met you before? You sound kind of familiar.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus nods.\n\n I was at the school the night you got hurt. My friend and I found you and we were the ones who called the ambulance. I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit more about it, if that's okay? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"What do you want to know?\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " What were you guys doing there? It looked like you were part of a summoning circle. It must have worked because something managed to break out of the front of the school. \n\nHe looks Jessica hard in the eyes. I really need you to be honest with me Jessica. Whatever got loose has been killing people and it will keep killing people unless my friend and I can stop it, but we don't know enough about it. You're our only lead. " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "[Diplomacy: 24. Action point +6, 30]\n\nJessica looks convinced. \"My friend Robert found this magic book. It wasn't- it didn't seem like anything dangerous. Just tricks, changing the colour of your eyes, and stuff. There was only a couple of bigger things, and they were all way too hard, one of them needed, like, twenty people and diamonds and stuff.\nThe one we were doing that night, I don't know what it was meant to do. All the book said before the instructions was 'For Aid'.\nI only saw what happened when we did it for a little while. There were these two things in the circle; they looked like tigers or something, but purple and really big and sort of scrawny. Then everything started flashing, sort of, and I felt something hit me. I don't remember much after that.\"\nJessica's brow is furroughed in thought. \"I sounds much more confusing when I say it out loud.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus scratches his chin. Purple...tiger like...sounds kinda like a displacer beast to me. \n Can you tell me anything else about the monsters? Did they have any extra legs, weird tentacles, or anything else unusual? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jessica frowns in thought. \"I think they had something like that. I only saw them clearly for a moment.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": "Marcus frowns. Well, I think I'm getting a better idea of what we're up against. \n\nHe looks back up at Jessica. One last thing, do you have any idea where your friend might have gotten that book? Even just a general part of town? \n\n((Note that \"we\" refers to Marcus and Adam, not Marcus and Jessica.))" }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"I think he found it at home. In his attic or basement or somewhere.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " What was Robert's last name again? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "\"Whitaker.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Robert Whitaker, Marcus repeats. Well, it looks like it's about time for me to take off, Marcus says, checking his watch. I would like to thank you so much for everything you have told me, you've been a great help. If you ever need anything, here's my business card. Feel free to give me a call or an e-mail. He hands her his business card and walks toward the door. He stops and looks back at her one last time before leaving.\n\n I may need to talk to you again later. Is that alright? " }, { "author": "Dhavaer", "message": "Jessice takes the card and nods. \"Sure.\"" }, { "author": "Baerdog7", "message": " Thanks. \n\nMarcus leaves the hospital and heads back home. When he gets home, he logs onto the Internet to check the news for any more stories that might be linked to the monster and begins trying to find out any information he can on Robert Whitaker and his parents." } ]
[ { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Darkness…\nA darkness so total and complete that it defies the mind.\nAnd floating. It's a peculiar sensation, like being fully submerged in water, and yet…not. No pressure, no frantic need to breathe, just floating.\nIt lasts an eternity, yet it ends in an eyeblink with a wrenching tug that pulls every ounce of your being.\nThen pressure from a weight on top of you, around you, covering your whole body and making it difficult to breathe.\nAnd the smell: of smoke and the coppery tint of blood...and something else like death. \n Westcliff \nMay 10, 2712PF\nJust after dawn\n\nThe buildings have fallen, rendered down to ruined, charred shards of wood sticking up a few feet, surrounded by ash and debris. The trees that once stood here, proud and tall, are now barren fingers of blackened wood that still smolder from yesterday's fires. A thick haze of smoke hangs over the area, dampening the glow of the early morning sun down to a pathetically dim whisper of light. Piled in heaps, hundreds of corpses - some burnt, some not - bear the signs of a brutal death. Halflings, satyrs, humans, elves, dwarves, gargoyles, mephits, and more; all the dead have been lumped together unceremoniously, their location determined simply by where they died.\n\nThe burnt remnants of the buildings run to the base of the cliff, where smooth, round tunnels delve deep into the rock. The tunnels now are covered in blood, some deeper pools not yet fully dry. Smoke curls out of a few where the fires still burn within. The rock of the cliff face higher up, riddled with the holes that mark the entrances to the lairs of aerial creatures, is scorched and blasted by fire and acid.\n\nAs far as the eye can see to the north, east, and south, there are more blackened, broken spears that once must have been trees. This town was surrounded by a forest with two paths through it, but no longer. A second location, just to the south along what must have been one of those paths, is throwing a plume of black smoke into the sky. Like that from the tunnels, though, it is wispy and probably just the late remains of one or more fires still burning." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n Darkness. The smell of death. Where am I? What happened? Falling. Oh, putain , that's right. I must have fallen through that hole that opened in the floor into a tomb of some kind. And passed out? Maybe I hit my head. She worms her way around the pile to put a hand to her head, unaware that what she finds is a vestigial horn. Must have. That's quite a lump. I feel like a building fell on me. Which may not be far from wrong. She starts to try to work her way free of the pile, and stands around confused at the devastation she sees-- and the notable lack of anything resembling tombs, ruins, or even desert. She is momentarily unaware of her current appearance and lack of clothing." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam Corinoff \n\nAs the darkness receded, a sense of touch returns to Adam's limbs. He is wedged, crushed, surrounded by something. The sudden rush of feeling is so overwhelming that he almost passes out again. Where am I? I can't move. Am I dead? What happened? Why can't I move? Was I buried alive? Oh my god! I... I need to calm down and breathe. \n\nHe finds that he can breathe, albeit with some difficulty. He takes a few practice breaths, as deep as he can, and finds the sense of smell has returned to him as well. The odor is foul. It burns as it goes into his nose and leaves an unpleasant aftertaste on his tongue. Smoke. That's smoke, just like from a campfire. That's okay. And, it smells like blood - my blood? I'm injured? What am I buried in? Why does it feel so strange? Where am I? \n\nHe realizes that his eyes are still closed shut and he slowly relaxes and opens them. It is still dark, but that is likely because his face is pressing into something fairly soft and ... fleshy. He tries moving again and discovers that with difficulty he can move his arms and legs. There is something funny about his legs, but he does not think about it now. He has to get out. Alright, I can just dig my way out of here. Pull in and push up. Huh, that felt like some kind of fabric. And that almost felt like skin - where the hell am I? What, what are my legs doing? \n\nHe freezes, and thinks again about his legs. They do not feel quite right - something is off. He tries to wiggle his toes and, to his horror, he can not feel them at all. It is as if he can not figure out how to do it properly. He raises his legs at the hip and then bends the knees as well. It gets a little weirder around the ankle, which seemes to be in the wrong place, way too high up and instead of his toes, there seems to be something else there. Okay, okay. I got injured when helping that girl and these are some kind of prosthetic legs. That's why they feel so weird. And all of this is probably some kind of vivid anxiety dream. I need to just relax and go with it. Just relax and I can wake up. \n\nSlowly, Adam tries climbing out again. It is tough going, but he feels like he is slowly making progress and it is getting a bit lighter. He finds it best to not think too much about the pervasive smell, or his legs, or his almost complete lack of clothing. His strange legs seem to work best without his focusing on them and he pretends he is swimming. Arms in, out and pull; legs in and push. There are other strange things going on - his head keeps on getting caught on things and he has to periodically shake it free. It is as if he has some kind of funny hat glued on that is getting stuck in whatever he is climbing out of. This is a lot like that one time I tried to play football and got tackled by everyone on the team. These... these can't be bodies. This is just a dream. \n\nAs Adam finally climbs out, the low sun is too bright for his eyes and he looks down. Down at what he just came out of and what his \"legs\" are standing in, his middle barely covered by some dirty, torn, leathery scrap tied around his waist. Down at his hairy horse legs - left hoof resting on some kind of burnt torso, the right one standing in between two others. He picks up his hands and looks at them - darker-skinned and hairier than he remembers. He shakes his head slightly to clear the confusion, and the strange weight draws his attention. He touches his head slowly, making his way up from the surprising little beard on the chin. When he reaches the horns, he grasps them with his hands, squeezing tightly to assure himself that they were real. His mouth opens slightly and he thinks the words he is too shocked to say out loud. Oh my god. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nAt least the cold was gone, she thought as she woke.\n\nNo, that was not quite true, she decided. The air was sharp, like an early morning in spring or autumn, but the biting wind, at least, was gone with last night's terrible chill. She shifted, feeling as if something were pressing atop her lungs, making it hard to breathe. Is this how it will take me, then? By stealing my breath? It was a very calm way to think of dying, she realized. But then, she was fevered, as she suddenly recalled. Or she had been; she was no longer shivering with heat or cold. Why has it left me? \n\nShe shifted again, easing her leg and running it into something unseen. Instantly, reflexively, she winced. But no stab of pain came. Cautiously, she shifted it again, testing the wound, and found something was pinning it in place. But the pain, it is still gone. Why? She opens her eyes to darkness. It was hard to breathe, she realizes, because something was pressing atop her. She tries to wriggle out from under, but apparently she was buried under some weight. Not dirt, though...\n\nIn the dark, it takes her a moment to realize what is atop—and all around—her. Bodies. Her calm lasts several more seconds before a wave of revulsion overcomes her. Gasping suddenly for breath in the stifled air, she scrabbles upwards in panic for a few seconds, the only sound her own breathing. Even as she starts to recover, she continues trying to extricate herself, with more success.\n\nShe emerges from the pile, stumbling out onto the ground, and looks back at it, shuddering involuntarily. Something tugs at her mind; her leg does not hurt. She looks down, drawing up tattered, stained robes to stare at healthy, unmarked flesh. How... I was dying. Am I dead? " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n Finally dying and at peace. Finally the pain subsides.\n\nWait, what's happened to me? Where...Where am I? \n\nJust to your left you see a young man push his way out of a pile of corpses. He's bruised, battered and in tears. He surveys his surroundings with tears still flowing down his face. He composes himself enough to talk, athough his words are not aimed at you but at the sky.\n\n \"This can't be real. This is some dillusion, some insane dream before I die.\" \nand then he closes his eyes and mutters to himself\n \"Wake up, just wake up... Maybe I am dead?\" He looks at himself for the first time, at his hands and arms. \"I'm young again? No pain for the first time in years. So it must be a dream\" \n\nHe is tall and broad shouldered, though his stature is diminished by his current state. He's wearing commoner's clothes.\nFinally he turns to the woman in front of him. [Janelle]\n\n Are we dead? " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nFrom the burnt out ruins not far away comes a rustling, followed by a long, sad trill of some sort of animal. It continues for a short while, then stops for a mere moment before a sharper trill lances out in the air, followed by a loud crash and a small cloud of dust and ash rising into the air. The softer trill starts again as the rustling moves closer to the front of the burnt out building." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nIt was the smells that Lily noticed first. Smoke and the awful stench of burned flesh assaulted her senses. Her body tried to vomit, but her stomach was empty, and she achieved only a painful case of dry heaves.\n\n Am I still dreaming? Lily wondered, but quickly put the thought aside as her stomach began to cramp. I have to get out of here. That became her mantra, as she struggled to shift the weight that bore down on her.\n\nBut Lily was stuck fast, trapped beneath what felt like a broken statue.\n\nFinally, she remembered what Nywm had said, and relaxed. Calmly, she thought of fur, and claw, and fang.\n\nMoments later, a wolf began to ease itself from the press of bodies, easily pushing aside the gargoyle above it, and climbing to the top of the small pile of corpses that had entombed it, baring its teeth viciously.\n\nLily struggled to adjust herself to these new senses. The world was dim and dark, but oh, the scents! She could smell delicious roasted meat (and struggled to ignore the hunger it engendered), and ash, and smoke, but also sweat, and confusion, and fear. There were more than corpses here. Dim shapes moved nearby. She squinted, and climbed up a bit to get a better view. They looked like people. She smiled weakly at them." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThat was strong wine. It had seized control of his senses almost immediately, dragging him into a state of euphoric bliss that William had never before experienced. It surprised him, for he was unaware that Keith had access to such quality of wine. The implications of such information would have to be thought about later.\n\nFirst, however, William had to concentrate on sobering up.\n\nIt was warm and dark and there was a comforting weight pressing on him, but this was no time to be in bed. William tried to shrug the covers from his body, but found his limbs pinned to his side. His eyes opened. Blackness. Something crawled on his stomach; another tickled his thigh. Skin pressed against him from all sides. William took a deep breath to keep himself from panicking. A mistake. The smell of slowly decaying flesh assaulted his nostrils, churning his stomach. Enough, it was time to leave this place.\n\nThe drink had robbed him of his strength. He gritted his teeth and struggled to push a hand through the veil of blood-clotted hair in front of him. Weak sunlight drifted through cracks in his tomb of flesh, but all he knew was the senseless death around him. William managed to get both hands above his head, pushing at a body, his entire form straining to move the carcass. It shifted and slid, oozing out of the pile. He tried not to breath through his nose, but his body had obviously been weakened by his stay in this hell; by the time the first body slide away, he was gasping for air, putrid or not. As the corpse moved, William was rewarded by a widening glimmer of sunlight before another fell, blocking his view.\n\nHe broke into a rhythm. Push. Claw. Pant. Rest. Push. Claw. Pant. Rest. His muscles screamed with agony, but he ignored them, forcing his limbs to continue working. Finally, he emerged from the pile of bodies, his heart thudding in his ears loudly.\n\nHe was in hell.\n\nBodies were piled, not only in his own unlit pyre, but all around him. Desolation as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the smell of death and black with flies. Something ran across his foot and he screamed, kicking on instinct. His foot connected with something soft and the rat squealed in anger. Other rats turned their attention away from their feast, regarding him with glittering black eyes. William swore under his breath, moving back a few feet, his legs unsteady and weak underneath him.\n\nHis mind spun as he struggled to understand the utter destruction of his castle, so completely ruined that no trace of it could be found. The smell was nauseating, worse now that he was in the fresh air, the stark contrast dizzying. His people had been slaughtered and his eyes went to another pile as he vainly struggled to recognize a face; any face. No one seemed familiar and William groaned, sinking to his knees.\n\n\"Merciful Lord, what have I done to deserve this?\" he groaned, bending over, his hands tearing at his hair. The pain mixed with the pain in his heart as he tried to understand the weight of his sin. \" Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa, \" he muttered, feeling his grip on sanity begin to slip. His mind struggled with his surroundings and William felt the heavy hand of Father Benard settle on his head. \"Deus meus, ex toto corde poenitet\n me omnium meorum peccatorum,\n eaque detestor, quia peccando,\n non solum poenas a te iuste\n statutas promeritus sum,\n sed praesertim quia offendi te,\n summum bonum, ac dignum qui\n super omnia diligaris.\n Ideo firmiter propono,\n adiuvante gratia tua,\n de cetero me non peccaturum\n peccandique occasiones\n proximas fugiturum. Amen. \" \nThe words he had memorized by the time he had turned six came to mind and he poured his soul into it, struggling to find the mortal sin that had resulted in the loss of everything he had held dear. His spirit flew to God and he lost himself in his prayer. How long he remained like that, he didn't know.\n\nA voice filtered through his consciousness, male and tinged with panic. Either it was a survivor or an enemy. William struggled to his feet, his eyes tinged with a rage he had fought to keep under control. He would find out sooner rather than later. He cast about for a weapon, but found none; with disgust he realized that his enemies had stripped him to his small clothes before leaving him for dead. Never mind, he would take their armor and weapons and he would make sure they were dead before leaving them.\n\nWilliam stalked toward where the voice had originated, using the piles of the dead as cover. Memories of past battles flickered into his mind, but he had been fighting for the Lord. They could not be the reason for this punishment.\n\nFocus.\n\nIt was a man, his clothes that of a commoner and he was facing a naked woman. Williams blood heated inside of his veins and he stepped from his hiding place. \" If my kingdom tolerated the likes of your filth, then no wonder Jehovah burnt it to the ground in punishment. \" He balled up his fists and charged the man, howling in anger, letting the pain and confusion flow into his attack. This, at least, was something he knew how to do." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle finds the question a rather strange one, and reaches down to feel for her own pulse, \"No, not dead.\" Some bizarre dream. I must have hit my head in the fall-- or been exposed to some spores in the room below. For the moment, believing none of this to be any more real than a mold- or virus-induced fever-dream, she ignores her lack of clothing, attempting to make sense of imagery in the dream. The bodies-- likely a manifestation of her work digging up old tombs and cities-- easily explained. Same with her nudity-- her own self-consciousness and fears. The caves-- perhaps the city itself, buried under a mountain of rock instead of one of sand. The man before her-- she draws a blank. Any further meditation is interrupted as another charges the man before her in her dream, before she can think to act, she has reacted, leaping nimbly away from the scuffle, her breath hissing between her fanged teeth and her blood-red hair swirling momentarily around her face, one hand unconsciously reaching for a weapon-- any weapon-- no longer at her side." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n \"If not dead then what? I've never had a dream like this, maybe we're in hell.\" \n\nInitially startled Tann catches sight of a man rushing towards him. While his mind is conflicted his body acts. He moves his feet parallel and apart and hunches down, his hands stretched out before him.\nThe man smiles, seemingly enjoying this simple movement.\n\n Dead or dreaming friend, I have not felt so stong in sixty years. Look around you, don't we have enough problems? " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nThe sounds of voices jostles Adam out of his internal maelstrom of confusion and he looks up and around. The bodies strewn all around looks strange and too real at the same time. He finds himself wondering how they died.\n\nThere do seem to be others around and he takes a few steps, climbing out of the pile he was standing on. As he is deciding what to do, one of the men rushes towards another. What the hell is going on here? \n\nThe standing man changes his posture, looking ready to receive the charge, and speaks, though Adam does not understand what he is saying. He speaks loudly towards everyone he sees, [in Sylvan] \"Hello? Who are you all? Where are we?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n This... this cannot be right. I am fevered, dreaming. It didn't feel like that sort of dream; too coherent. Or I am dead, she thinks with a touch of hysteria.\n\nEventually, though, she looks up from the unbroken skin on her leg, letting the burnt remains of the white robe fall. The piles of bodies no longer sicken her as they had—she had seen death before. It was only being caught amidst them that had unhinged her. The smell of smoke was familiar as well, could not help but be familiar, as was the stench of death—that had clung to her the past few days. She could not tell if it still did. What has happened? I was never on the fields; why would anyone bring my body? It made no sense. And if she were truly dead, why would the other bodies not also be moving?\n\nHer confusion is brought sharply to an end as she turns to see a wolf, standing upon the field of bodies. She freezes for a moment, suddenly accutely conscious that she had no gun. She looks about for something—anything—that she could use as a weapon, and stands up straighter, taking an aggressive posture and staring the wolf in the eye to show she was not afraid—a partial lie, but a show of strength would surely convince an animal to find its meals elsewhere. She even half-bares her teeth in a snarl." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nWhipping her head around at the sound of the new voice, Janelle laughs silently to herself. A satyr? I really must be ill. All that mythology is finally catching up to me. Let's just hope I don't come to in a rubber room. She's unsurprised that she can understand the foreign words-- it's a dream after all-- and responds in kind. <Sylvan> \"Your guess is as good as mine, I expect.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe wolf's ears perk up, and Lily has no trouble making out the various conversations, although she's surprised to hear someone recite the Act of Contrition in perfect Latin, and unsettled to hear people talking in a language she understands but cannot name.\n\nLily's unease was only amplified as she struggled to make out the forms in front of her, for sight was proving as recalcitrant as smell and hearing were cooperative. Everything seemed to be in her peripheral vision, and the more she tried to focus, the harder it was to see anything at all. Someone was smiling at her, though, she was pretty sure of that. Lily tried to ask the stranger what was going on, but her mouth wouldn't cooperate. She had to get closer, to try to get a better view.\n\nThe wolf growled at Sylvie, and tensed to jump at her. Instead of leaping, though, only the creature's hind legs left the ground, sending it in an awkward somersault down the side of its pile of corpses. Landing in a heap, it whines, and, after several unsuccessful attempts, rises unsteadily to its feet.\n\n Before, it was just me in the dream, and Nywm. Who are all these people? And shouldn't I have woken up by now? It feels like I've been dreaming for days. Suddenly, Lily remembers, Wait, I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to wake up! \n\nWith that shock, her mind kicks back into gear, displacing the wolf. Its form shifts, and a woman rises to her feet. She blinks rapidly, notices Sylvie, and asks the first thing that comes into her head. \" Who are you? \"" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie shies back involuntarily as the wolf growls and tumbles down the pile, glaring at the wolf as it rises—what manner of wolf was this, that ignored the bodies of the dead to come after her? Her fierce look turns to open-mouthed amazement as the wolf... blurs, shifting upwards into a woman.\n\nShe backs away, barely noticing the strange voices and cries on the wind. Suddenly, the source of part of her confusion became clear, as the bodies behind the other woman jump out at her in perfect clarity. A coppery-red little man with what looked like horns and wings—something that looked like a winged statue of burnt stone—strange shapes, mixed in with what looked at a casual glance to be perfectly normal. It was impossible—surely she was in the grip of the fever still. But everything was still cold with the morning chill, not burning hot or cold as the fever would be, and she could think clearly.\n\n \"Who... what are you ?\" she cries at the question, looking about wildly. \"Where is this place?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is surprised at the strange words coming out of his mouth, which do not sound like English at all. He is even more surprised when the red-haired naked woman responds in kind and he understands her. <Sylvan> \"Well, my guess is I am unconscious and having a very strange dream. With dead bodies and naked women.\" \n\nOnce he wraps his head around the idea, it begins to make more sense to him. Of course, it's a dream. And I should just follow along and have fun. Maybe everything went fine with the booze run and I got real drunk and am passed out on the green couch. It's still weird as hell though - be one heck of a crazy story to tell when I wake up. " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\" Oh, right, sorry. \" Lily says, with an apologetic smile, \" I'm Lily Duncan. I don't know where we are. I was dreaming before, I think, or something very like a dream, but this is stranger and more terrible than my dream was. It's a pleasure to meet you, in any case. \" Lily says, extending her hand in greeting. Her gaze is warm and open, and her smile seems genuine." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe man ignored him, speaking casually to the woman he intended to rape. Enough, this filth had no place here; the bodies were strewn with the dead and William was determined to add another corpse to the pile. He lowered his shoulder and slammed into the man, his arms already moving up into a position to throttle the man, his thumb ready to gouge out his eye.\n\nThe corpses were cold and rigid as William was thrown from his target as effortless as if he was a child. Pain washed through him and he lay in the embrace of the dead, struggling to make sense that William the Bear, feared in battle and honored as lord, had been tossed. By a young man.\n\nFor the first time, he took an inventory of his body, his mind working slowly as if it had been filled with molasses. His hands were smaller, smooth and delicate. Woman hands, unfit for true work. His biceps were unsightly, small and whithered away; his thighs were almost the same size as his upper arms. He reached to his head and gripped a handful of hair, pulled sharply and ignored the pain. Midnight black. William stared at it, expecting the silver that once adorned his head; at the very least the gold that he had in his youth. \" It... it cannot be, \" he gasped, his voice raspy. Even that, now that he was turning an ear to it, was changed. It was higher, almost juvenile. He, Lord William, master of one of his own keep, ruler of serfs, leader of knights, undefeated in battle, had been turned into a girlish man, hardly fit to clean out stables much less be the lord he was meant to be.\n\nHis mind swam with the implications of such a thing. Fevers, he knew, could be produced by magical herbs that warlocks and witches grew, spreading seeds of madness and doubt among God's children. These fevers could produce hallucinations... but wouldn't he, blessed by God to lead, gain the power to thwart Satan's schemes?\n\nA movement caught his eye and William could only lay there as the devil himself walked around a pile of corpses. The satyr, he had been instructed by Father Thomas, was the form that Satan took when he was in the world, usually sleeping with whores and gaining new converts. Warlocks and witches, and William only knew this for Father Thomas was seeking his approval to turn a witch over to the Church, kissed the anus of the devil when selling their soul to him for earthly power. Clearly, this delusion had been forced upon him by a dark power. There was no other explanation.\n\nWilliam staggered to his feet, making the sign of the cross over his whithered chest. \" Get thee behind me, foul father of lies. I serve the One True God, He whom you fear. \" He struggled to lower his voice into a threatening growl, his voice wavering as it resisted his manipulations. \" My soul is the refuge of God; I have received the Holy Mass; you have no place here. Take your human servants and leave this place. \"" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stares at the woman blankly. A wolf one moment, and a woman acting as if all this was perfectly normal the next... A dream, yes—where else would wolves turn to women? But such a strange one for a fever to bring... She stamps out a faint spark of hope that someone had found her and was tending her wounds. The leg, it was hopeless, and no-one who found her would have been friendly to her.\n\n \"I do not know,\" she says, although what she means by that is unclear. \"A dream... Is this a vision, perhaps? I have heard that the dying see visions, sometimes... and this is surely a vision I might see,\" she adds bitterly. Aside from the fantastic nature of the bodies, the scene was no longer strange to her. She feels a faint surge of sadness that such sights were familiar to anyone...\n\n... Where had that come from? She had thought herself above self-pity. And flights of fancy—men were fools, and so long as there were fools there would be killing. \"I am Sylvie,\" she says, finally recalling the other woman's question. Perhaps speaking to the visions would change them." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nThe young woman blinks at the satyr for a moment. <Sylvan> \"We can't both be-- oh, yes.\" She looks down at her naked body, quite younger than what she remembered, and then at the piles of corpses, finding a likely candidate near the edge of one of the piles, and stripping it of its shift and shoes, donning them as she speaks. <Sylvan> \"As I was saying, we can't both be dreaming-- can we?\" <French> \"None of this makes any sense.\" Once dressed, she settles gracefully onto the nearest rock, looking from the satyr to William and the other man (Tann) with consternation, speaking more to herself than anyone else, reverting to the body's usual mode of speech without realizing it. <Common> \"I was at the ruins of Khirkesh. We'd unearthed the observatory. I slipped in a night to see what could be seen. There were some bright stars-- Orion in particular. And several of the planets in conjunction. The floor opened up. I fell in. And I'm here, but this isn't really me. And there's a creature from Greek myth, and what-- some sort of priest or squire, I really should have paid more attention to medieval history-- and someone I can't identify. And a scene that looks like a Heironymus Bosch painting. It has to be a blow to the head-- or some sort of mold or germ causing hallucinations. I've never heard of such a mix of myths as this.\" She looks up from her self-musing and asks, <Common> \"Who are all you people anyway, and what on Earth is going on here?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam looks at the naked woman and the dark-haired man who seems to be making the sign of the cross at him and babbling in some foreign language. Should have taken Greek and Latin Roots more seriously. Man, Freud would love this dream. \n\nHe does look down as the young woman starts putting on clothing and listens to what she says, though appears confused as she switches languages. He walks towards her and the red-haired man (Tann), moving hesitantly, half-expecting his legs to disappear from under him at any moment. After the woman finishes, he addresses her and the red-haired man. <Sylvan> \"I'm sorry, I didn't understand a word you were saying towards the end there. Now, I haven't taken any classes on this, but I am pretty sure two people can not share a dream. So, either I am dreaming or you are. And, I think it's got to be me. I don't have goat legs in real life you know.\" He pauses for a bit, as if to think, <Sylvan> \"It's a bit of a strange dream though - looks like it could turn into a nightmare at any moment.\" \n\nHe ignores the dark-haired man, hoping that this silly part of the dream will change and go away if he does not pay attention to it. Is that not how dreams work after all?" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<Sylvan> \"Well, if it's drug or disease-induced, we could. I don't suppose you've recently been in northern Egypt.\" She still looks puzzled at the whole situation." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily drops her hand back to her side, still smiling. If Sylvie didn't want to shake hands, well, in a place like this, Lily could hardly fault her. \" Sylvie is a pretty name. \" Lily says. Her smile turns into a thoughtful expression. \" I don't think this is a vision, either, although that's a good word to describe what I've just been through. No, Nywm said that I'd know reality because it has a certain durability to it; things don't go changing into other things all willy nilly. \" Lily looks slightly smug, and certainly pleased at her clever argument, for a good five, maybe ten seconds. The look on her face as she realizes that she disproved it mere moments ago is priceless.\n\n\" Well, that is, hmm. Things other than me, I mean. And I can only barely manage it, not like Nywm. Say, there's more proof that this is real; if I were still dreaming, my imaginary friend would still be here. Wait, that came out wrong. \" Lily is starting to look genuinely flustered. \" You get what I'm saying, right? \" she asks, looking hopefully at Sylvie.\n\nAnother thought crosses her mind, and Lily frowns, \" Wait, what did you mean, 'dying'? We're not dying, last I checked, and we're certainly not dead, though there are plenty here who are. \" she says, gesturing at all the corpses for emphasis." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie does not look like she quite does understand, but she has at least relaxed, straightening up so that she's no longer poised to flee or attack. \"No, we are not dying. It is that that is confusing me.\" She frowns down at her left leg again.\n\n \"I am no doctor, but I know enough to say I should never have walked —walk—again...\" The tense seems to be giving her trouble. \"...even if someone found me in time. I would think that it is a vision brought on by the fever, but you are right, it is too coherent.\" She glances about at the surreal scene. \"Mostly. You could be a real person, and I imagining the rest, but I'm thinking too clearly to be dreaming.\" \n\nShe looks again sideways at the other woman; the speculation seems to have overcome some of her wariness. \"How is it you... changed?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam snorts at the red-headed girl's words. <Sylvan> \"Egypt? I've never been out of the US in my life. Are you sure you're not the one who's lost?\" The situation begins to seem a little absurd to him. This dream was quickly getting very weird and those bodies on the ground still looked very dead, and upon closer examination not all of them were human.\n\nHe reaches up and scratches his head a bit in confusion, before making some kind of internal decision. <Sylvan> \"Look, uh, this is really weird. But you what? I was heading back to a big party and I think I'm probably passed out on the couch somewhere and this is not really happening. Some people are probably smoking up nearby and that's why this place smells so bad. Maybe you're real and maybe you're not - it doesn't really matter, I'm just going to go along with this until I wake up. So, uh, my name's Adam and it's good to meet you.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily's eyes unfocus, and she loses herself in thought for several moments. \" It's difficult to explain. Nywm was very clear, but I don't think I understood his explanations perfectly, and they're getting muddled as I try to sort them back out again. He said the key is 'to surrender the Self to the endless Now.' I guess you kind of have to let it happen without forcing it to happen, but that's hard. I'm not sure if I could have done it if I hadn't been trapped, before. \"\n\nLily makes a face and clenches her fists, obviously concentrating, but to no obvious effect. \" I don't think I have the hang of it just yet. He said I wouldn't, not until I understood how a person is like a pot, or a house. \" She relaxes, and smiles again.\n\n\" But enough of that! I heard more people talking back there, we should go investigate. \" Lily suggests, pointing to the tallest pile of the dead." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nIt is clear Sylvie does not think much of the explanation—a person was not like a pot or a house—but for now she accepts it in favor of doing something practical. \"Yes, let's. And bring your wolf's body with you.\" She looks about for anything that could be used as a weapon. A rifle would be too much to hope for, of course, but even a heavy stick or a rock would make her feel better. \"Perhaps they can tell us more about what is happening.\" \n\nAnd perhaps they were responsible for it, too, the reason she wishes for a weapon. Unfortunately, there does not seem to be even a properly sized stone nearby, and so she follows the faint sound of voices that the wind had carried to her earlier, listening for them again. The blonde-haired girl moves quietly and circumspectly, keeping the corpses (strange creatures with wings and horns jump out in stark relief against the mundane bodies) and the burnt-out shell of a building between her and the source as long as possible. Her state of dress seems to be an advantage; the white robe would have stood out like a beacon in the early morning light, but the ash, dirt and blood staining it a sooty grey and brown keep it from standing out, and thanks to the fact that most of it is burned away over her left leg, it does not provide any great hindrance to her movement." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nHe takes no further action against the strange impatient man but instead seems curious about his own reactions.\n\nDumbed by the strange people and languages around him the young man slowly takes a few steps back. Taking time to register this odd new body he runs his fingers over his clothes, his short ragged hair and his muscled arms. In quiet contemplation he ignores the madness around him. He speaks to himself, though he makes no attempt to lower his voice.\n\n \"Whoever and wherever I am I have gained another life. A chance to do better than my last, perhaps this is a world as evil as my own.\" \n\nHe examines those around him and listens, crossing his legs and sitting, noticing those who mention familiar places. He watches curiously, especially at those who do not look human. While his mind is reeling it is calmed by the steady breathing of his body. He feels somehow in control and within his element, despite the death around him.\n\n \"Perhaps they are also here to redeem a shameful life\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nThe woman shakes her head, still puzzled. <Sylvan> \"No, I'm most assuredly real. Although I don't know how we could end up in a similar institution if we're both having some sort of shared hallucination. Unless it's a Jungian thing-- which I suppose is possible, although I've never heard of anything like this. Oh, and I'm Janelle Batiste.\" She looks at Tann and William. \"There's nothing shameful about my life. And I'm not sure who the two of you are, or what you represent, but satyrs aren't devils. They're the Greco-Roman personification of virility and masculinity. Sort of the 'wine women and song' school of thought.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam thinks for a bit, before replying, <Sylvan> \"I've had a few lucid dreams and I've never had anyone else admit to being in a dream when I met them there. Though usually, there was less talking and more moving about. You know, if this is really my dream, then I should be able to understand you better.\" \n\nHe focuses and furrows his brow a bit, finally summoning words that were more familiar to his ear, though not to this mouth, <English> \"Yeah, there we go. This is a proper language. Do you speak English, Janelle? Or any of you - do any of you speak English instead of whatever the hell has been coming out of all our mouths?\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe devil looked at home in this earthly version of hell, standing among the piles of the slaughtered. William took a few steps backwards, his movements annoyingly jerky. Damn woman's legs. His eyes roamed the surrounding area, looking for a place of escape.\n\nHis foot caught on a sprawled leg and William went down hard on his rump, swearing softly. The movement caused the near-by pile of corpses to explode in large black flies, the air growing thick with the vermin. Despite his best efforts, the insects crawled over his face and mouth; it was all he could do to stand again. A body in the pile caught his eye and he peered closer. It was a monstrosity. He looked at another body, his eyes widening as it slowly occurred to him that there were more than humans among the dead. \" Sweet Holy Mother, \" he breathed. He scanned the countryside once more, registering the near-by sweeping cliffs, the ruins, the large amount of charred woodland. This was not his home. His eyes returned to the growing gathering of people babbling in strange languages.\n\nHe was alone in a hellish mockery of his country with the insane and the disfigured.\n\nHe was away from his keep; his people.\n\nHe was trapped inside another body much inferior to his own.\n\nHe was lord William, dammit.\n\nWilliam squared his shoulders, his mind seizing upon the familiar, comforting reassurance of his own name, and spat to the side. \" I don't know who you people are and, in some cases, what you are. That's not important right now. What is important is that we are surrounded by the bodies of the dead. Unholy power has been at work here, demons, devils; certainly the Lord of Flies is in this place. I will not stand here any longer and, if any of you know what is best for you, you will follow me. \" He pointed at Tann. \" You, search the area quickly and discover if there is anything usable at all. Be mindful of the ground; tracks will be necessary to learn what happened in this place. \" Without waiting for a response, he turned to Janelle and Satan, \" You did not fear the sign of the cross and so though I suspect both of you of witchcraft, your trials will have to wait until we come across members of the Church. I will trust God for protection until that day. In the mean time, make yourselves useful and go through the ruins of the town and discover if there is anything we can use there. The rest of you, \" he said, as he turned his back on the group and began to walk briskly away, \" follow me. I believe that it will be the most advantageous for us to investigate those cliffs and learn the tale they have for us. \"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam sighs as the dark-haired man again spits a bunch of nonsense in their direction. As that man begins to stalk off, Adam shrugs at Janelle and the other man in confusion, raising his palms upwards at his sides. Where the hell is he going? Maybe he's going to disappear out of my dream now. \n\nHe turns around slowly, taking in the surroundings. The ruined buildings, the burned trees, the other piles of corpses all paint a bleak picture. Something catches his eye - a sign of movement in the smokey haze, near one of the heaps some distance away. Figuring it's probably better to be friendly until he figures out this strange dream, he waves his right arm and yells in that direction, <Sylvan> \"Hello? Who's there? Come on out?\" Pausing for a second and focusing, he tries the same in English." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\" Well, I don't so much bring it with me as, oh, never mind. \" Lily starts to say, but gives up explaining as Sylvie checks for anything that could be used as a weapon. It's for the best anyway, as Lily hardly understands what she's trying to explain in any case.\n\nLily follows quietly after Sylvie, lost in thought. Why was I arguing so strongly that this place is real? It wouldn't matter to me if it wasn't. Right, but I know it is. So why the difficulty admitting it, to myself? Because, well, because if this is real, then hundreds of people are dead. Murdered, from the looks of it. .\n\nLily does not make any special effort to hide, and her nightgown shows much more of its original white than Sylvie's robe. If she hadn't tripped over an outstretched arm, the other group probably would have noticed her right away. As it was, she missed hearing most of William's speech, and got to her feet just in time to see the Satyr wave in their direction.\n\nAnd then shout at them, in English. Lily realizes that she's been speaking some other language with Sylvie, and takes a quick inventory of her mental library, where she's quite surprised to discover that she now speaks almost twice as many languages as she did before.\n\nStifling the urge to respond in all of them, she settles for <Sylvan>\" Hi! My name's Lily. Who, no, what are you? \" as she approaches the group, and then repeats herself in english, just as the strange creature did." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stares for a moment at the odd tableau—two men, a woman with hair red as fresh blood, and... a great horned beast-man. A faun, she remembers; wasn't that what they were called? That is impossible... \n\nIt calls to her in a strange language, and she realizes that she spent a moment too long in the open. Or perhaps it had been Lily, she realizes as the other woman calls back in the same tongue. Was she a fool? Why had she not been cautious, when hundreds had clearly just been killed? What if they had been shot before it was seen they were harmless—or shot anyway? Too late now. \n\nShe steps closer warily. English, she realizes; some of the words are English. Well, there was no reason Lily could not speak English as well, although her accent was a native French...\n\nNo. Her breath catches. \"Mon Dieu,\" she murmurs. How had she been talking to Lily? It had not been French, but it was so familiar to her she had not even realized it was different!\n\nWell, whatever tongue it was, it would have to do for now. She addresses the faun, which is surprisingly easy. Lily had been normal after changing to human shape, almost more normal than Sylvie was accustomed to, so talking to her had been easy, but this... \"I do not speak English. You understand?\" She gestures to accompany her words, and switches to French, listening closely to the words to make sure they are her mother tongue. \"Parlez-vous francais?\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<English> \"Of course I speak English,\" Janelle replies, with an accent a mix of British and French. She stares after William, trying to determine what reason the boy has for assuming she'll do anything he demands the way he's acting-- as strange as he looks, the satyr's at least being reasonable. She starts as his eyes pick up someone she hadn't noticed. \"Janelle Batiste,\" she says in response to Lily's question, slipping naturally into her native tongue as she adds, <French> \"Yes, of course. It's my mother tongue, after all. Who are the pair of you?\" She repeats the question in English as well, her gaze shifting to the boy (William) walking away from her, and to the indecisive figure still standing by (Tann)." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is relieved when the strange movements in the haze resolve into two women of almost comically unequal heights. He looks down at himself with an understanding smile as the taller one speaks. When the shorter one adresses him, he stares at her with a slightly apologetic and sad expression and shakes his head slightly at the conclusion of her words. Damn it! I knew I should have argued with Dad. Instead of flunking Spanish, I could have passed French and not be standing here right now looking like half a fool! \n\nJanelles response brings a small smile to his face. He is not totally lost here - maybe this is a dream and she is meant to be his guide. He faces Lily and responds, slipping into that strange tongue without thinking about it, <Sylvan> \"I am Adam. As for what - well, I don't normally look like this. Probably something out of a movie - maybe Narnia. I think we're in some kind of crazy dream.\" \n\nHe pauses to think for a few seconds. Except those furry dudes in Narnia didn't have these huge horns. Or did they? Can't remember now. What I need is a mirror. Oh damn! I was speaking that weird language again and I didn't even notice. That's kind of cool actually, for a dream. \n\nThen he looks at Janelle and back at Lily, before continuing, <Sylvan> \"I am afraid I do not understand your friend. I think one of you might have to translate, or we will have to rely on gestures.\"\n\n I wonder if I can try harder to look like an ignorant American. Maybe if I talk really slowly, wave my hands around and ask for a Big Mac. Why do I even have French people in my dream? I don't know French. That does not make sense. And I should have woken up by now. I've never had a lucid dream this long. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nThe faun might not have understood her, but it—he seems to have gotten her meaning anyway. She looks at Janelle. <French> \"My name is Sylvie. Sylvie Martin. We met only a minute ago...\" She glances sideways oddly at Lily, deciding to leave it to her to say she'd been a wolf. She wasn't sure how she would explain it without sounding like a madwoman anyway.\n\n<French> \"Do you know how we came here? I do not remember being...\" She trails off, muttering, but her voice rises quickly to a normal tone. \"None of this makes any sense! Fauns, corpses—I was not on a battlefield... and most of all, I am walking again, without even a twinge or a mark! How is this happening?\" She's no longer speaking to Janelle through most of it, or anyone,, but at the end she looks at the three standing there as if they might have answers—particularly Janelle, since the faun can't understand her." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nHe raises his eyebrows at the odd man, then at the group.\n\n<English> \"I know a little English. But I am Russian. We are all in the same...\" He searches for the word \"Situation, so we must look for someone else to explain this place. \n\nHe stands up\n\n \"and whoever did this may come back, we should move from here as soon as we've found the other survivors\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": "The soft, sad trill echoes from the burn out ruins of the building. The rustling amidst the ashes continues as well, coming from the same location. Once againt, it stops just long enough for a breath to be taken, then a sharp, forceful version of it echos out, punctuated as a small beam seemingly shatters of its own accord. It collapses, sending a cloud of soot and ash into the air around it. From the same location the soft trill echoes again, a long, slow sound calling out." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is about to reply to the man (Tann) when he hears the sounds of the beam collapsing. Turning to that direction and listening more closely, he hears the trill. It sounds like some sort of animal, though no candidates spring to mind. He starts to speak, <Sylvan> \"I think...\" and pauses to switch to a language that the other man might be able to understand. <English> \"I think there might be someone trapped in that building. Why don't we see if it's somebody who needs help? I know I was stuck for a while myself, when I woke up here.\" \n\nHe motions and takes a few steps towards the building and then turns to see if the rest are following him. Now why did I say, 'wake up'? That was silly - I'm already asleep. I've got to be. Maybe, maybe this is some bizarro anxiety dream about vet school. I just have to go and help whoever is trapped there and then I'll wake up. " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nThe girl shrugs, slipping into the role of translator, repeating everything being said in both English and French, trusting that the Russian will speak up if something is beyond his grasp of English. When the satyr suggests that they investigate the noises, Janelle speaks for herself. <French, then English> \"Dream, hallucination, or whatever this is, we should probably stick together, despite what the god-obsessed boy was going on about. Do we stay, or do we go see what's making the noise?\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily taps her chin, thoughtfully, and muses, \" Janelle Batiste? Where have I heard that name before? \"\n\nOnce again, her train of thought is interrupted, this time by Adam's declaration that he is Mister Tumnus. She quickly slips into scholar mode. \" Faun is the proper name, since you have hooves rather than normal feet. Fauns and satyrs were conflated by the Romans, though, and judging by those horns, you could be a Late Roman Satyr. \" She pauses, looking confused, \" Sorry, usually I'd be analyzing a figure on a mosaic, not a flesh-and-blood person. It's disconcerting. \"\n\nLily listens to Janelle's translations, and nods along, offering a simple \" Très bien fait! \" at the end, before replying, \" Yes, let's go investigate, as a group. This whole situation is too strange--we shouldn't split up. \" She begins walking towards the ruined building, this time taking care to watch her step.\n\nShe leaves no footprints." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe doesn't seem surprised that someone would know her name-- it only lends to her belief that this isn't real. <English> \"I have some notoriety in certain circles,\" she says modestly to Lily, walking along with her, expecting the others to follow. \"Although no one outside of a university or historical or archaeological journal will have heard of me, I'm sure.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie half-listens to Janelle's translations; she's not really interested in whether this faun looks like the Romans imagined it or not. A fool thing to worry about on a battlefield. <French> \"Yes—let us go. We won't find anything out unless we try to.\" \n\nJust as before, she moves cautiously, keeping silent and partly behind cover at all times. She is rather amazed to find that the others are making no such effort; not only that, they are walking together. In plain sight, while speaking! I suppose it is to be expected, but can they not see how many people died recently here? \n\nShe moves closer to them, hissing, \"Do you wish to die? Look around you—this is not a safe place!\" She realizes she has slipped into that other language again—how oddly familiar it is!" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"And how many soldiers, bandits, or whatever do you expect to be guarding piles of bodies? They obviously took anything of worth, and just as obviously assumed everyone was dead. Why stay around?\" she asks Sylvie, responding in the same tongue. \"Besides, if there is someone around, maybe they'll explain what's going on here. None of this really makes any sense, you realize.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n \"Of course I realize,\" Sylvie responds, somewhat acidly, \"but until I know this is real, I do not intend to risk my life without need.\" \n\nShe tries to moderate her tone; maybe it's been too long since she talked to people. And she finds she doesn't want to be alone here in this odd-yet-familiar setting. When she continues, it is no longer in a whisper, and is a more normal tone. \"Nobody would guard dead bodies, but they may have camped nearby. Caution is a good habit to have.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is relieved to see that the three women at least are coming along. For some reason, perhaps because it is a rather disturbing dream, he does not want to wander off alone. He is curious as to what Janelle and the shorter woman seem to disagree about, but figures its not worth the bother of asking for a translation; if it's really important, they'll share it with him and if it is not, he's better off not taking sides in anything right now. He waves to the man, <English> \"Come, come,\" and continues walking towards the strange noise, getting closer to the burnt out building." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The apparent footprint of the building that the noise is coming from is relatively small, certainly no more than 20 by 20. The amount of debris suggests more than one floor to the building, though the walls have been rendered down, just as in all the other buildings, to irregular shards of wood and daub no higher than a few feet at their highest. A portion of a doorframe remains, sans door. The floor, if it still exists, is not visible under the ash, and soot, and partially burned planks and beams.\n\nThere is a hint of movement near the other side of the building, of something small and black. At the threshold, Lily chances to notice a small stone of some kind: smooth, flat, oval, and about the size of a pebble. It lies in the ash, and is sooty itself, though it looks to be a deep, rich blue color.\n\n---\n\nWilliam's initial investigation of the cliffs shows that they are, indeed, quite close. Some of the remains of the buildings even look as if they might have been built using the rock face as one of the walls. Numerous tunnels, smooth and round, lead deeper within, all of a height that a tall man would have to stoop to walk. They are blackened along the top, and a few still have smoke trickling out. They seem to be sloped outwards very slightly, as several have tiny streams down the middle of what must be drying blood running sluggishly out of them. At a guess, each tunnel is likely about 30 feet from the next.\n\nThere is also a stair carved into the rock, narrow and steep, that looks to lead up to the holes above. It has no handrail, just the wall of rock to one side, and the lower steps are covered with dried blood." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily takes Sylvie's advice to heart, and walks with greater caution and somewhat less noise, still slightly ahead of the others. When she sees something move in the ruins, she turns to the others and holds a finger to her lips, for silence, then points over to where she saw movement.\n\nKeeping one eye on the remains of the far wall, Lily edges up to the doorframe, and reaches down to brush the soot off of the blue stone and pick it up. Whatever it is, it's out of place here, and therefore worth investigating." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam paused as he sees (Lily) motion to the other side of the building. I suppose it can't hurt to be careful - might be a wild animal. If you don't approach those carefully, they can get very aggressive and we don't want that. He starts to carefully walk around the building ruins, heading towards where Lily pointed her finger. He does his best to not make too much noise and keeps glancing at the general area for any further movement." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n \"I'll be back in a moment\" \n\nAs the others head off, Tann stays back, looking elsewhere for survivors and survaying the area for the probable exit route of the army that did this. He doesn't move quickly so will be easy to follow if anyone chooses to. He also instictively searches for a weapon, or weapons. He feels uncomfortable without a weapon to hand, a feeling he hadn't had for many years." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nSome deep instinct leads the woman to start sifting loosely through the rubble, looking for anything of interest, particularly anything that might give more insight into what is going on here.\n\n(Taking 10 on search for 16)" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The path taken by those who walked from here is not difficult to determine. They clearly were numerous and made no efforts to hide their trail. While there are assorted tracks everywhere that suggest movement, they merge together on the west end of the village and proceed down a gap in the blackened trees that has the packed earth quality of a dirt road. It looks as if it is straight, at least for as far as can be seen in the murky light.\n\nAs people begin to search the ruins, it becomes clear fairly quickly that no weapons of any kind were left behind. There aren't even any shell casings, spent bullets, broken blades, or really anything that might be considered a weapon of any kind. What there is plenty of is burnt wood, dried blood, broken glass, and ash. If one had the skill, a crude sort of knife or axe might be fashioned from the debris.\n\nExamining the small stone, Lily finds it to be quite smooth, as if it has been polished. Once the ash is rubbed off, it shines in the dim light, and a pattern of white lines that form a five-point asterisk with the midpoint in the center of the stone can be glimpsed at the right angle." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": "In one corner of the burnt out building, a very small being can be seen, just barely visible for all of the soot and ash. It appears to be trying to dig through a pile of ash, pushing at small pieces with its claws, and using its whole body to shove larger pieces out of the way. As it digs, it lets out a soft trilling sound, coming out long and slowly.\n\nIts body stretches about a foot long across the floor, its head peering into the pile of ash as it continues its call. A tail lays unmoving behind it as it searches through the ash and a pair of wings are held tightly against its back. As the others get close, it raises its head and peers across the ruins. Bright golden eyes look out from a soot covered face, very draconic in nature, with a pair of black horns curling backwards over its neck. Two bright lines of clean blue trail downward from its eyes, clean of soot and showing its natural coloring.\n\nIt lets out its sad trill again as it peers towards the others, then looks back down and starts to crawl across ruins towards them. As it moves something falls from the corner of its face, landing with a slight tick. It pauses to claw at a small flat board that barely looks big enough that it might cover a hole. The little lizard is just barely able to lift it high enough to shove its head underneath to look." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nHer curiosity overriding her caution, Janelle approaches the strange, winged lizard, looking at it with some interest. <Common and English> \"Well, here's something, anyway. Some sort of strange lizard species I've never heard of before. Maybe a scavenger or someone's pet?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stares at the creature in bewilderment, taking a cautious step backwards as it begins to crawl towards them. It didn't look like it was about to spring forward, but one never knew. \"A winged lizard?\" she asks, with less disbelief than might be expected. Why should they expect anything normal here?\n\n \"So much for something that could tell us where we are and what is happening. What is that, Lily?\" she asks, seeing the other woman examining something." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam approaches the creature from the opposite side and examines the creature after pronouncing his judgement, <Sylvian and then English> \"It is rather funny looking and it isn't acting like a scavenger - there's plenty for it to eat without any digging. I think your other idea is better - it might have been the pet of somebody who used to live here. Animals often try to return to their homes, even if they have been made inaccessible, or destroyed.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily holds up the gemstone to the light, inspecting it. \" It's a gem, a sapphire I think. It has some kind of pattern on the inside, though. \"\n\nLily looks over at the creature, and shakes her head at the other's suggestions. \" I don't think it's a mere animal, or a scavenger. See those eyes? I'm guessing it's intelligent, maybe even looking for something. You poor dear. \" Lily says, crounching down next to its head, and lifting the board.\n\nSuddenly, inspiration strikes. Could it be mere coincidence that both the stone and the creature were blue? Well, probably, but if this is a dream, then there's likely a connection between the two of them. Besides, what use is a sapphire in a dream, anyway?\n\nLily holds out the gem to the creature, and surprises herself by instinctively choosing a language she's never even heard before. <Draconic> \" Looking for this, lovely? \"" }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": "The creature withdraws its head as the others speak, its eyes looking directly to Sylvie. He quickly spreads its wings, ignoring the gem Lily holds out and launches itself towards Sylvie. He flairs his wings and hovers before her, grabbing the edge of her robe with its little claws. He tugs her towards the burnt out ruins eagerly.\n\nFor Sylvie:\n \n Spoiler \n\nIn Sylvie's head she hears eager words.\n\n Rynah, you have to help me find them. They have to be in here. They have to be. They could not have been killed too. They have to be alive. \n\nIt comes across as frantic and sad, a great morning in the words. Now closer, moisture can be seen washing soot from the little beings face, streaming down and collecting in a roundish facet of its maw.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nShe almost jerks away as the little lizard springs at her, but something halts her for an instant, and then she stops suddenly, staring at the lizard in amazement. \"Of course, little one, but...\" She looks about sadly, not sure those who lived in the house could have survived.\n\nThen she realizes what she just said, without meaning to or realizing she was going to. \"What? I...\" The winged lizard's obvious distress has removed any wariness of it. \"Who is it you are looking for?\" She follows its insistent tugging, reaching out before she knows quite what she's doing to stroke its side." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam hears the strange words and ignores them, his attention on the strange creature. He is surprised to see it fly over to Sylvie and tug her towards the ruins. I wonder if she looks like its owner. It must be a really smart animal. Of course, I don't look so smart myself right about now. If it starts speaking, I'll know this is a dream for sure. Though I thought it would be over now that I've found this flying lizard. \n\nHe turns to Janelle and Lily, looking a bit concerned, <Sylvan> \"What do you think we need to do to wake up? I don't think I've ever had a lucid dream last this long. I have to graduate in a few weeks, you know.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"You're assuming we're merely asleep. More likely whatever we're experiencing is drug induced. Several ancient cults used various hallucinogenic compounds to induce visions in their priests. We could be experiencing something similar.\" She continues to look at the little lizard with some curiosity." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam chuckles a bit, <Sylvan> \"Oh, I think some of my friends have done the same as well. It still does not explain how we're all here in the same place. I suppose if it is a hallucinogenic, it will wear off, in a week at most. Though our perception of time here is, of course, skewed.\" Why is it that I can not remember how I got from going to help that car to the party? Is this just a crazy bad trip? \n\nHe pinches himself suddenly and grimaces as he feels the pain. <Sylvan> \"Well, that did not work and so I am a bit at a loss as to what to do now. I think we should get our new little friend and get to a different, better looking, area. If I have some power to make this crazy trip a more pleasant experience, then there is no real reason to hang around here if we think we've found everyone we are likely to find.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe blue creature darts past Lily, and she finally gets a good look at it. That's no ordinary animal, at least she decides, not sure why she's so certain.\n\nLily glances at the sapphire again, thinking I guess it's not that special after all, while patting her hips to check for pockets on her nightgown. Finding none, she transfers the gem to her left hand, and holds onto it.\n\nListening to the other's explanations, Lily looks skeptical. She had been dreaming for weeks before she even met these people <Sylvan> \" I don't buy that explanation. I was writing a paper in Sarah's apartment when I fell asleep. I don't know why anyone would break in just to administer some kind of powerful hallucinogen, much less how that would cause this kind of connected hallucination. And it wouldn't explain my dreams from before, either. \" She looks disappointed. \" In the absence of any other explanations, I'm starting to lean towards something more, um, mystical, I guess. I don't know. \" she concludes, her shoulders slumping in frustration.\n\nLily glances over to see the small creature insistently tugging Sylvie further into the ruins. <French> \" Sylvie? Are you okay? \"" }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nNone of them were following him and, from the quick backwards glance, they certainly weren't following his order either. Fine then. He would catch up with them in a moment and discipline them. The thought occurred to him that he might be better off without them, as they were clearly untrained in any skill necessary for survival. There was an intense struggle within at that moment until finally, it was decided. He would protect them, but only because he knew what lie in store for the women should he abandon them.\n\nThe air was thick with drying, clotting blood and William stood at the base of the cliff for a moment, gazing at the scene. His memory took him back to the first time he had killed a man in battle. Even after all these years, he still remembered the taste of the blood as it sprayed, the smell of the new corpse, the look of terror in the man's eyes. He remembered being amazed at how much blood came out of such a small man. Again, he found himself wondering how many people had been slaughtered to create such a stream of blood. He made the sign of the cross and began to climb the stairs, hoping for a better vantage point to learn what had happened." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nThe small sooty blue creature looks up to Sylvie pleadingly as it tugs at her robes. In her head, she hears the same begging voice. Astera and Koril! They have to be here! It calms ever so slightly as she touches it side, but just as quickly releases and dives back away towards a large piece of debris and tries to lift it to peer under it, letting out the soft, sad trill again as if it was calling out to someone. As he struggles, he shakes his head once and something small falls to his side with a soft tinking sound against the debris." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is intrigued by the lizard creature who seems to be trying to get Sylvie to help it dig. Curiouser and curiouser, or crazier and crazier. So far, it does not seem to be dangerous or hostile, so he decides to observe how the situation progresses without interfering.\n\nLily's words irk him for some reason, reminding him of his own vague and hazy dream with various semi-familiar voices. No, it's got to be some kind of drugs. That makes the most sense. He turns to her and replies, <Sylvan> \"Mystical? Come on now. Occam's razor - the most logical solution is the simplest one, the one that relies on the fewest suppositions. I can buy some kind of drug induced hallucination. Mystical - that's reaching quite a bit. After all, we do not have any actual proof that everyone else we are seeing is another real person and not something spun out by our subconscious. As such, I believe a strange dream, perhaps drug induced, is the best explanation.\" " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "William finds that the steps lead up about 30 feet to a small ledge that runs about 40 feet long and is just wide enough for a person to walk across. Four of the holes in the wall are positioned to allow access from this ledge. Up here, the could of hazy smoke is even more obvious. The village looks like it must have been fairly small. Unless many people lived outside the buildings, it could not have held more than about 750 people. Of course, the purpose of these holes in the cliff, both above and below, will remain a mystery until someone ventures inside one.\n\nThe ground and walls up here have very little blood. Almost every surface is blackened, though, or melted in a way that suggests acid or a similarly caustic substance was sprayed on it.\n\n---\n\nA few more of the small blue gemstones can be seen here and there amongst the debris of this one particular building, sparkling in the dim light. As Sylvie is standing right beside the small blue creature, she can see that this seems to be the what the things falling from its eyes are." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n \"Of course,\" Sylvie hears herself responding gently as she follows the little blue lizard. With an odd sense of detachment, she decides this must be a dream brought on by the fever. The names, names she had never heard in her life, bring faces to mind, and she has a sudden vision of the burnt-out building as it once had been, a comfortable dwelling place. It is no longer too clear to be a dream.\n\nIt is comforting, in an odd way, because it means that none of this matters, and she watches through her own eyes as if from a distance as she picks up the blue creature's tear. Again, she reaches out to pat the little creature, trying to help it overturn the debris—not that she thinks it would help. \"They may have escaped,\" she hears herself murmur soothingly to the winged lizard. \"They might not be here anymore.\" " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nFinding no more survivors and nothing else of interest among the dead, and nothing of worth in terms of arming himself, Tann returns to the group. Gazing with increasing interest at the oddities, from the lizard to the horse-man, he's not inclined to talk when others are busy with their discovery so leans against a wall and listens patiently. Despite the strange and in many ways grim situation he seems contented, his curious stares shared equally between the group he finds himself in." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nWilliam cast a critical eye on what could only be a crude attempt of battlements. The entire area looked devastated and he found himself wondering if the invading army had gone as far as sowing the ground with salt, so through was the desolation. Still, these tunnels might hold refuges, however unlikely that appeared. Determined to see if any had been left alive, or if there were any further clues of what had transpired, William began to carefully steal into the cave, for once thankful that he appeared to be shorter than he once was." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<Sylvan> \"Unless after falling asleep, you fell ill and you're in a hospital on some sort of pain medication,\" she says to Lily. \"Not that I'm inclined to rule out something mystical, however. I've seen a number of strange things in my time, and read about many more. Last thing I remember was exploring an old Egyptian observatory-- well, Greek, technically, since it was built after Alexander's time, but the ruins are in Egypt. And strange things happen in ruins. I've not ever heard of anything like this though,\" she indicates Adam, still not aware of her own physical abnormalities. \"Seems more a setting for some sort of macabre Midsummer Night's Dream than any mysticisms related to ancient religions. Which is why I think something drug-induced makes more sense.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nSeeing the man (Tann) follow after them, Adam gives him a smiling nod. He grins at Janelle in satisfaction after hearing her words, though he finds himself curious about her background. <Sylvan> \"You were exploring Egyptian ruins? That sounds pretty damn cool. I was just celebrating getting into vet school with my buds.\" He chuckles to himself and then continues, forgetting where he is for a moment. \"It's funny, some guys had this joke that we were extra lucky or special, because we were class of '07. I never really believed in that kind of lucky number stuff, but I guess this is a pretty special kind of trip. Man this'll be a crazy story.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nIt was dark.\n\nOf course it was dark, it was a cave. He hadn't really expected anything more. The cave appeared to be man-size and man-made if the unusually square walls and ceiling were any indication. William squinted his eyes, trying to see down the tunnel. It made a sharp turn not far back and despite how he might try, its secrets remained in darkness.\n\nFine, let it keep its secrets. William growled to himself and turned to walk out of the cave. He'd just get a torch, there had to be something down there to burn. Then let it try and keep itself dark and hidden. No, where light was, darkness fled, just like lies fled from the bright light of Truth, just like Satan fled when one of God's children came into view. Or, at least, that's what Father Mathew had said.\n\nThe bright sun's light stung his eyes, but William didn't mind. It was light. He stepped out onto the ledge, surveying the scene below, looking to catch a glimpse of something flickering that would indicate flame. Not that building his own would bother him, it would just take time.\n\nHe saw the shadow gliding along the stone face too late. Something passed in front of the sun and William looked up, his eyes widening in shock. Feathers. Talons. Two bright yellow eyes as the raptor dove. He reacted instinctively, stepping to the side. His foot scrapped against the edge of the cliff and William knew a moment of freedom before he tumbled backwards off of the cliff. He saw blue sky and what appeared to be a very confused, but beautiful hawk. He found himself wondering what kind it was, a hand outstretched toward it in an unspoken longing.\n\n No. \n\nThe word echoed in William's mind, reverberating throughout his body and soul. He knew fear then and as the assurance of his death settled around his shoulders like a cloak, he was still. The air was his blanket; the air was his pillow; the air was his bed. Time stood still and swirled around him and all he could think about was that voice.\n\nThe voice of God.\n\nSo, when the air began to move once more and he slammed into the ground, William hardly noticed." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily nods at Adam. <Sylvan>\" Oh yeah, the Class of James Bond. I remember last May, when they had their graduation party. I didn't think Berkeley could get weirder, but then they all wore tuxedos. \" she says, with a grin.\n\nThen she turns to Janelle. \" I guess that's possible, but it still wouldn't explain why we're all here, together. Unless you're proposing that we all ended up in the same hospital. Last I checked, California is pretty far from Egypt. \" She pauses.\n\n\" Hold on, an observatory, in Egypt? \" Lily murmurs, half to herself, then, louder, \" Now I remember! Janelle Batiste, the archaologist. Who disappeared. Ten years ago. \" She grows pale.\n\nIn the distance, something hits the ground with a soft thud." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nAbout to comment on numerology, she doesn't immediately catch the significance of the date Adam mentions, until Lily recognizes her name. She reverts to her native tongue in the shock, <French> \"What do you mean 'ten years ago'? And disappeared?\" She goes nearly as pale as the woman she's speaking too." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n<French> \" Wait, you didn't know about that? But you were there! This is making my head hurt. \" Lily says, rubbing her temple. She continues, more deliberately, \" It was just after I graduated, when I was working in the Yucatán, so I only heard about it in passing. I wouldn't have remembered it, but I graded a paper on it a few years later, as a TA. Maybe in 2000; I think I remember the elections being underway at the time. But basically, Janelle Batiste, that is, you, if you're the same Janelle, was, I mean, were. \" Flustered, she reverts to her 'native' tongue. <Common> \" There was a dig, on the coast, I think, near Alexandria. This would have been in oh, '96, '97. Janelle Batiste was working there, and she vanished. There was some speculation that she'd been kidnapped, but no one ever demanded a ransom. They, ah, \" she hesitates, with an apologetic glance at Janelle, \" They never found a body. \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<Common> \"Why are you speaking of this in the past? It's the twenty-seventh of May, 1996-- perhaps the twenty-eighth if midnight has passed. If ten years have passed, I can't have 'disappeared', as I'm right here. I suppose I could have hit my head and been in a coma, but that doesn't make sense with having 'disappeared'. I was standing in the ruin, watching the stars-- there was a planetary convergence of Mars, Jupiter, Venus, and Saturn going on, and the floor opened up beneath me and I fell. If I fell and wasn't discovered, I'd be dead long before ten years could pass, yes? So either your information is wrong, and I fell, hurt myself, and was comatose, was transported to the United States for treatment for some reason, and have recently awoken when you'd be in the same institution, or I somehow moved ten years ahead in time in my fall, and arrived in a hospital in a similar state, which is unlikely, or we're interacting in some unknown fashion through Jung's conception of the collective unconscious, or none of us are where we thought we were, and are somewhere else. Although I know of no place that meets this criteria-- or his appearance, for that matter-- so I don't see how that could be possible either.\" She gestures at Adam towards the end, quite clearly confused." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nWhile the women talk back and forth in french and that other strange tongue, Adam stands still, Lily's words echoing inside his head. <Sylvan> \"Last... last May?\" He shakes his head vigorously and continues, his speech full of emotion and even a bit of fear. <Sylvan> \"No, you see I'm graduating in a few weeks. I am the class of '07. You're wrong. I shouldn't be in any hospital, either.\" He pauses for a few seconds, his face now looking more confused than frightened. He seems to remember something. His speech is slow and halting, as it comes back to him, <Sylvan> \"Wait, when I went to help that crashed car, there was.. there was a spark. And then voices of some kind. I, I don't think I'm in a hospital. No. That... that can't be. There were power lines on the ground and... there was a spark. I touched the car door and there was a spark. Oh my god...\" He stops and just looks blankly at Lily and Janelle." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann stays quiet, listening for a while and taking note of the conflicting dates, before saying\n\n \"While I would not claim to know anything more of this place or the reason we're here, I do know that I myself died. I felt death's approach and then I woke up here. I would not deny you your comforts, but do not treat this place lightly because we will not wake up, this cannot be a dream.\"\n\n\"I died before the turn of the century, perhaps there is some reason we have arrived here together since it's obvious we are not grouped by our nationality or by the hour of our deaths\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"None of this makes any sense,\" she complains, translating again for the benefit of Adam. She leans against a charred wall as she tries to think. \"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm definitely not dead. There has to be someone around here who knows what's going on.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nHis mind swam, desperately trying to understand what was happening, what he had just experienced. Half-formed shapes drifted past his eyes and the world spun and then was gone.\n\n I have brought you here for a reason, William. \n\nThe voice was huge, encompassing his entire world. It was his reason for being; it was the voice of God. Shapes spilled through the darkness and light again illuminated his world. It was a woman, her rich purple tunic cut to reveal a perfectly sculptured breast. Precious stones and metals adorned her body and she was laughing, holding an ornate goblet filled with blood red wine. William felt his body stir with desire at the sight of her, yet his mind recoiled in revulsion. He saw that she had a woman robed in the purest white held between her fingers and she was squeezing the woman, the blood running into the cup.\n\nAnd there was a clap of thunder and the woman in purple threw back her head and from her mouth spewed all manner of vile misshapen creatures and these creatures went out into the earth and the earth was covered in blood. The woman laughed and laughed and opened her mouth again and fire came forth, igniting the earth in flame and death.\n\nAbove the woman, an angel appeared - clothed in brilliant white, skin radiant, hair golden, eyes blazing - and blew on a trumpet, proclaiming in a loud voice, \" Fallen fallen is Babylon the Great! Woe to those who sleep with the Harlot, for they have drunk deep of the wine of God's wrath! \"\n\nWilliam fell at the feet of the angel, tears of fear and elation streaming down his face. \" Please ,\" he cried, \" Please explain to me what this is! \"\n\n\" These are signs of what is to come. Go forth, William, and protect those who God has given to your keeping. Know that His hand is upon you always. \" The angel blew on his trumpet once more and then there was a flash of light and nothing.\n\nHe was lost, drifting through an ocean greater and more terrible than he had ever known. He was found, his eyes opening on a blue sky. A golden sun appeared framed by brown clouds. William blinked and cocked his head, the world coming into focused. It was not a sun, but an eye and he became aware of a gentle weight on his chest. He groaned, his head pounding. Sitting caused a wave of nausea and dizziness to overwhelm him and he collapsed on the ground again. The bird, a hawk of unusual size and markings, hopped from his chest and glared reproachfully at him. Somehow, the bird's intense stare caused him to feel ashamed and he marveled at the feeling.\n\n\" You are a sign of God's favor, a sign of His sending, \" he said softly, surprised by the sudden emotion. Hesitantly, he reached out his hand, his fingers ruffling the hawk's feathers. It didn't shy away, but nipped at his fingers in what he hopped was an affectionate manner. William laughed softly, holding out his arm and patting it. \" You are Azriel, \" he said as the hawk hopped to his arm. \" And we must go and do the Lord's bidding. The sheep have been unprotected for too long, let us hope that the wolves have not yet carried them away. \" He chuckled and tried his feet once more.\n\nIt did not take long for him to locate the others, their voices carried far in the silence of the desolate slaughter field. They were gathered in and around a charred building. A flash of blue alerted William to the small lizard, but with the hawk on his arm, it was not surprising that they be given another living sign of God's favor. It was true, he would not have expected the second to be a lizard - a winged one at that! - but who was he to question God's will? He smiled at the others, holding the arm with Azriel perched on it outward. \" I have been sent to you, \" he said, his voice recovering some of the confidence and depth that it had once held. \" God has shown me that the Time of His Glory is nearly at hand. I am to protect and guide you as He protects and guides us all. \" He did not expect them to immediately obey and follow him; the prophets of old always had to go through a time of testing, a time of trouble, before they were accepted by God's people. It was true, many of them had been killed by the very ones they had been sent to lead, but wasn't that the way of the Jews, those who had killed God's son? Surely, these were of God's elect; things would be different with them. In time." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle looks up as the boy enters with a hawk on his arm, translating his statements, and her reply, for Adam. \"Sent? What do you mean 'sent'? Do you know what's going on here?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is still mulling over Janelle's words when the young man returns to them. His attention is drawn more to the bird perched on the man's arm than the man. That's unusual. Hawks are rare as pets these days, and this seems to be a bit on the large side as well. I think I agree with Janelle - I wish I knew what the hell was going on. \n\nAs if on cue, Janelle then translated what the young dark-haired man had been babbling. Adam looked at him with an incredulous expression. He turned to Janelle and Lily and spoke, his disbelief showing, <Sylvan> \"Isn't he a little bit young to be preaching about the end of the world? I thought only crazy old guys did that.\" \n\nHe shakes his head and takes a deep breath. The whole situation begins to seem surreal to him, from the slaughtered bodies on the floor, to the smoke making his eyes water slightly, and the stench of dried blood that makes him feel slightly nauseatous for a bit. This whole place was just too crazy and he needed a change of scene soon. <Sylvan> \"I don't think we need to stay here at this point. Let's go and find someplace more pleasant to figure this out.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe devil-man was speaking, but his words were that of babble, which suited William just fine. The Lord had commanded him to protect this group of individuals, not like them. He turned to the fire-haired woman and pushed away doubting thoughts that were comparing her to the Whore of Babylon.\n\n\" I cannot share with you more than I know, my lady, but I can tell you that God has granted me a vision of what is to come. I was up upon the cliffs that you see behind us, investigating the caves as I informed you was my intention earlier. \" He smiled to show that there was no longer any anger about their failure to obey him. If he was truly a prophet, it would take time to win his people's loyalty. William quickly prayed for patience and continued. \" Azriel here came toward me, obeying his Creator's will. I, however, misinterpreted his intentions and fell from the ledge. The fall should have killed me, yet I heard the Lord speak out and stop my fall. Indeed, I should have been a dead man, yet I am here before you. It was then that the Lord granted me a vision of His Glory and commanded me to protect all of you and lead you into the coming Time. I do not know where all of you have come from, nor do I claim to know why you are here. I do not even claim to know what some of you are. I do know, however, that I have been sent by God to protect and guide you all, so do not fear. The Lord is on our side and, so, who then can be against us? \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "As there is little in the way to prevent anyone from seeing or hearing it, it is obvious to everyone that a chestnut horse is moving at a walking pace towards the village, down the path that seems to have been a road. There is a figure riding the horse, wearing a black hooded cloak. The horse's saddle and tack are all black, also. The haze and distance make it seem as though the cloak obscures every inch of the rider's person, though it could be that this is the actual fact of the matter.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou have time to hide if you wish to. It is unclear if the figure has seen any of you or not yet, and it is still more than 400 feet away.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie listens with only one ear to the speech of the others (or the parts she can understand, at least), vaguely interested in hearing what her mind would invent in its fevered state. Some of it was nonsense, speaking of places and times she didn't know of. Some made sense to her even in her detached state. The red-haired girl protested she could not be dead—Sylvie's own wishful will to live. The man said fatalistically that she was dead. She knew that; it was only a question of whether the infection or the cold claimed her first... It was a blessing that the fever had taken away her ability to feel the chill. Lastly, Lily (and possibly the faun, unreal as it clearly was) was her wish that none of this be real, that by some fairytale magic the past three years of her life could be undone, that the war itself had never happened, that she could have her family again. Well, if she could not allow herself foolish fancies while dying, she never could. Irrationally, she decides she likes Lily the best of the three visions.\n\nShe listens with no small bitterness at the young man's pronouncement as he returns with a hawk on his arm. \"God has sent you to protect us?\" She stands, smiling bitterly, and gestures with one arm to the scene around them; death and misery. \"You are perhaps a little late, hmmm?\" The world is suddenly clear again, startlingly so. Why was that? She had been comfortable knowing she was dying, or resigned, at the least. Was she hovering at the brink between life and recovery, and death?\n\nWhy was the vision so clear? Irritably, she looks about once more, and freezes on catching sight of the rider. Who is he to be riding so casually onto a battlefield? Does he know already what happened? She crouches behind a burnt-out joist, motioning the others after a moment to do the same. This felt real, and even if it were not, she would act as though it were." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe's about to respond to William when she catches sight of the rider, and instinctively ducks behind one of the wall remnants with a hiss of breath. She watches carefully from her position of hiding." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nDazed by the other's revelations, Lily remains silent, kneeling by where the little creature had been digging. When the strange man with the hawk bursts in, though, she stands up, shocked back into sensibility.\n\nThen she swears under her breath as the rider comes into view, forestalling her rant. Well, the preacher and his angel of death could wait, as could the strange man who claimed to be dead. If they wouldn't introduce themselves, though, perhaps she could set them a better example.\n\nCareful to avoid drawing attention to the two hiding women, Lily strides forward, out of the ruins, and towards the charnel fields. A slight breeze ruffles her white nightgown and long hair, a curious anomaly in the otherwise still and stifling morning. She waves to the oncoming figure. It's clear that the grim and macabre setting has not truly impinged itself on her.\n\nLily advances towards the path, calling out to the stranger. <Common> \" Greetings! I'm Lily Duncan. Who are you? \"\n\nIf she fails to get a response, she'll run through \"Hello, do you speak English?\" in as many languages as she gets a chance to try." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel continues his digging through the wreckage, desperately searching for any sign toe refute what he already knew in his mind. He ignores the craziness of the young man that returns with the hawk for the moment, only looking up as Lilly moves out towards the rider. He lets out a small hiss and crouches int the ash, moving towards the edge of the doorway to get a better view of the rider while still remaining hidden among the ashes. The small bit of his shining blue scales that are visible beneath the ash fading to a dull color." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nSeeing others take cover, while the tall woman walks on towards the approaching stranger, Adam is momentarily torn. Maybe he knows what's going on. Or maybe he is here to finish the job. She is going out there alone. But the others are not. Finally, he crouches behind a broken down wall, trying to keep out of sight, but still be able to see the tall woman and the man on a horse." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nMuttering \"Sent by God? The ignorant turn to God when they have no other explainations, keep your simple thoughts to yourself, the situation is already difficult enough\" \n\nAfter a scathing look at the man who claims to be sent from God, he hears the horse approach. Watching the others hide and considering it himself he instead walks into the clearing as Lily moves, following close behind. He walks calmly, still enjoying the simple act of moving with such fluidity, and while he does not appear aggressive he is clearly prepared and on the defensive." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nReacting by some hidden instinct, Janelle finds herself sifting through the nearest rubble for something to use as a weapon-- part of a beam, or a piece of furniture, or anything that can be reasonably expected to induce blunt trauma, since nothing better seems to be available. She also finds herself tensing to run to the aid of Lily if things should go foully." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The horse's path changes slightly to meet Lily. As it gets closer, it can be seen that a black boot sits in the one visible black stirrup, and a black gloved hand holds the black leather reins. Another black gloved hand pulls the hood back from the cloak to reveal a woman with dark red hair, long enough that it disappears into the cloak. Her face is fine and sculpted, with pale skin and green eyes.\n\nAs the horse walks, the woman scans the ruins. If she sees anyone else, it is not clear from her expression. Her gaze snaps back to Lily as she pulls the horse to a halt about ten feet from her. \"I did not expect survivors,\" she says in a low pitched and husky voice, words clipped and enunciated well enough to be understood by everyone. The tone she delivers the statement with offers the barest suggestion that she is displeased, though by exactly what is unclear." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nMaybe it's just the movies, but people dressed in all black are usually bad news. Sam keeps hidden and waits to see what happens next. At least that guy is out there with her. And maybe we will find out more of what happened here. " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily arches an eyebrow at the stranger. \" Then you know what happened here? \" she asks, suddenly wary.\n\nCraning her head to look up at the woman, Lily's eye catches on a small shock of blond hair in the pile of corpses to her right. It looks strangely familiar, although she can't place it for the life of her.\n\nLooking down, Lily's surprised to find that she's already in motion. Ignoring the woman in black, ignoring the blood and ash and limbs under foot, she runs through the smoke and the haze towards the oddly shaped pile. With a start, she realizes what's so different about it; the bodies are tiny, the corpses not of adults, but of all the children of the town.\n\nTears streaming down her cheeks, Lily pulls aside the body of a little girl to uncover the corpse of a small blond boy. His empty blue eyes present a wordless reproah. Lily had never seen this child before, but she knew him. She had never born a child before, but she knew this one. Somehow, impossibly, this was her son, flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood. She knew this, as she knew her own name.\n\nLily kneeled down, and gently lifted the limp form of the child in her arms. holding him to her breast, she wept." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nHer hands find a charred lump of wood of sufficient size and weight to feel right in her hands, and she hefts it, risking another look out as the stranger's voice is heard. She's puzzled at Lily's actions, but remains where she is and silent, waiting for the stranger to react." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nStunned for a moment by Lily's actions Tann finds himself the only one facing the rider. Unsure if her statement is an admission of guilt he remains readied. The question asked by Lily still wait to be answered but he adds his own.\n\n \"Who are you and what is this place?\" \n\nHe wants to ask much more, but stops short." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe rider approached, halting the discussion. It was important to deal with the newcomer, true, but it was also aggravating that they had been interrupted. Never-the-less, God's will would be done.\n\nThe woman to meet the rider, which rankled William some. It was not for she to be greeting potential enemies; she should be where William could protect her. She was then followed by the Doubter, who should not be entrusted with negotiations either. His course was clear; he followed.\n\nAs he approached, the rider revealed herself and William's steps slowed and his eyes narrowed. A woman arrayed as the Rider was could either be God's Chosen or His Enemy, there was no middle ground. No mere peasant could afford such clothing and money was only given by God or the Devil. Time would tell which hand had given the gift. Though he missed his sword, William stood in the middle of the road, shielding the others from her direct line of attack with his body. His faith in God would keep him safe if she was foe. Let the doubter take the first blow." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie watches the rider warily—her words do not bode well. So the woman had expected this, and did not sound as if she liked that some were still alive. She tenses as Lily suddenly turns and dashes to the side—had she seen something? Was the woman drawing a weapon? Staying low, she slips after Lily, keeping half an eye and half an ear on the black-clad woman and the man still in view—who seemed to show proper caution at the newcomer... as made sense, if he were the part of Sylvie that accepted hard truths.\n\nLily is moving far faster than her, but she is close enough to see where Lily drops, cradling a small body. Once again, Sylvie finds herself moving without meaning to. The world seems to lose its immediacy once more, and she realizes only distantly that she is now walking in clear view of the rider. For some reason, that alarms her not at all as she kneels by Lily and puts an arm around her wordlessly." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam watches as most the group ends up coming out of hiding, leaving only him, Janelle and the lizard amongst the ruins. Lily and Sylvie's actions confuse him further. I thought they did not know each other, or anyone else here. What's going on? \n\nLooking over at Janelle he sees her holding a piece of charred wood and his unease deepens. He tries to catch her eye and give her a questioning look. Does she think this is dangerous? His dreams have never been very violent, but this is a strange one. Who is that rider and what does she want? \n\nUnsure of what to do, he remains hidden, hoping the situation will become clearer soon. He thinks about perhaps also finding a weapon and immediately rejects the idea. His job is to make people feel better, not hurt them. Even in dreams." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel remains hidden, but begins slowly to move, creeping along through the last bit of ash of the house. Those still close to him hear a low, slow angry hiss eminating from him as he moves. Once he reaches the edge of the house, he keeps to any wreckage/roughage still available to him as he gets a better position, attempting to line up on the woman on the horse. Nothing but the barest of hissing sound comes from him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nJust because I can!\nHide: 22 \nMove Silent: 26 \n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The rider lifts an eyebrow as she watches Lily, then turns her attention back to Tann. \"I suppose missing 5 out of a thousand is probably forgivable.\" The horse gives a grunting neigh and paws the ground once with its left front hoof. The cloak lifts on her right side, offering a flash of metal underneath and the head of a crossbow bolt. \"It seems that I am your executioner. Pity.\" \n \n Spoiler \nInitiatives and first round actions, please. Let's keep all the mechanical stuff in spoilers.\n Map \nIt's a pretty crude map, yes. The outlined squares are piles of bodies. Squares are 5 feet. Squares outside the black lines should be considered to have rubble of one sort or another, but no one will suffer impeded movement form any of it.\n\nR=Rider, S=Sylvie, A=Adam, J=Janelle, T=Tann, W=William, L=Lily, V=Vorel\n\nIf you think your positioning is incorrect according to your mental picture of the scene, please say something in the OOC and I'll adjust it.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\n(Use of readied action when she makes the executioner remark and reveals the crossbow)\n\nVorel trills angrily as he launches himself into the air, swooping forward around the horse. He draws a breath in, ash and soot blowing off his scales as his voice lances out again in a loud, clear sound.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: 23 \nFlight to J-10 in a wide arc around the horse.\nUsing Baleful Utterance upon the saddlestrap.\n " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nUpon seeing the woman show a weapon, Adam freezes with his mouth open. This can't be happening. This is isn't real. He cautiously crawls a bit towards Janelle, seeking comfort in company.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative. (1d20=15) \nMove: Moving to B6.\nStandard: Total Defense.\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nHaving dealt with desert raiders in the past, Janelle wishes for some sort of real weapon-- a pistol or even a knife. Especially as she claims to be their executioner. Working with what she has, she moves closer to the rider, stoops to pick up a rock, hefts it for a moment, then lobs it over the pile of bodies, sending it winging in the rider's direction. She stoops a second time and retrieves a second lump of charred wood, holding a makeshift club in each hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: 1d20+3=19 \n\nFive foot step to C7, throwing rock.\n\nAttack/Damage:\n 1d20+5=15, 1d3+1+1d6=7 \n " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nIt never took the devil long to reveal his hand and this was no exception. As the woman revealed herself to be a witch, William was already acting. He took a step closer to the bodies on the ground and knelt before them, raising one of his hands to the sky and using the other to touch one of the corpses. He raised his voice to the heaven, concentrating as much as possible on the words. \" Socer divum , exsequor cruor of vestri sanctus quod premo scelestus unus. Effluo vinum of vestri ira quod animadverto vestri fidelis vindicated is dies. Amen. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nRight then. William steps to E7. We're using the regular fire seed, so that's +2 to upgrade to 1d6, +4 to +3d6 giving us 4d6, +5 for the normal seed and then -4 for shouted, both hands, full round action and material component giving us a result of DC 7, DC 16 Reflex for the black witch to avoid the spell. And my spellcaster roll is: (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLost in a fog of grief, Lily accepts Sylvie's consolations, leaning on her shoulder for support.\n\n \"I am your executioner.\" The lady's words echo in Lily's head. But she does not hear them. There is a yawning emptiness where her heart should be, and she is falling, falling.\n\nEyes as blank and empty as the child's, Lily softly sets him down, and turns to face the rider.\n\nAs she does, she once again transforms, limbs stretching, body growing, claw and tooth and fur appearing. Then, all at once, it is finished, and an enormous grizzly bear stands where Lily had been moments before, standing nearly nine feet tall; almost twice the hight of nearby Sylvie.\n\nThe bear lumbers forward, towards the lady and her horse.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20)[ 11 ] \nBut it doesn't really matter what I roll, because Lily will Delay to act last in the round.\n\nShe sets down her son as a move action, turns into a bear as a standard action, then 5' steps towards the rider (I'm assuming she occupies D/E 10/11 once Large, so can 5' step to E/F 10/11, but I can always do that next round instead).\n\nHere are her stats in bear form:\nHP: 24\nInitiative: +1\nSpeed: 40 ft. (8 squares)\nArmor Class: 15 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural), touch 10, flat-footed 14\nBase Attack/Grapple: +2/+14\nAttack: Claw +9 melee (1d8+8)\nFull Attack: 2 claws +9 melee (1d8+8) and bite +4 melee (2d6+4)\nSpace/Reach: 10 ft./5 ft.\nSpecial Attacks: Improved grab\nSpecial Qualities: Low-light vision, scent\nSaves: Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +5\nAbilities: Str 27, Dex 13, Con 19, (mental stats same)\nSkills: same, except for Hide (gets -3) and Move Silently (gets +1)\nFeats: Endurance, Run, Track\n\nOh and incidentally, I forgot to mention in my last post that she dropped the star sapphire back in the burned out building.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nThe words, coldly spoken as they are, manage to impinge themselves on Sylvie's dreamlike state. She feels a crushing grief she hadn't before, not at thinking she was dead and not at seeing all the bodies. How could anyone so coldly condemn a thousand to death without caring? So blithely speak of it, after? How is it that men and women kill? \n\nWhat an odd thought. Had she not accepted that men and women both were fools long since? She glances over as Lily rises and flees. And finds she does not know what to do. If she had a gun... but she didn't. Should she, too, flee? No. It was only one, and she was tired of fleeing. Kill her fast, before she puts a bullet through you, too. \n \n Spoiler \nBlessing; everyone gets +1 to attack and damage rolls. Full-round action, since she doesn't have a holy symbol.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nStanding ready and silent, apart from a short curse in Russian, Tann stands in an agressive stance. Naturally shifting his body into a ready position he waits for the face of evil to act.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action. If she moves within range or makes an aggressive gesture Tann will make a grapple attempt. This is irrelevant to any attacks which may injure him as a result (ie fire) since he either won't know it's coming or it'll have happened already.\n\nInitiative [roll0]\nGrapple [roll1] touch attack\nopposed grapple roll if successful [roll2]\n\n " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nRolls\nInitiative: (D20+2)[ 16 ] \nGrapple touch attack (D20+10)[ 29 ] \nOpposed grapple if successful (D20+10)[ 19 ] \n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The loud trill that sounds as the woman raises the crossbow has no apparent effect, but the cloud of little spiders that forms at the horse's feet causes it to stamp a little and make some odd, confused noises. They start to scuttle up the horse's legs, apparently seeking to engulf both mount and rider. Janelle's rock seems to become engulfed in the voluminous cloak the rider wears, and it is unclear if it even hit any part of the woman at all or not.\n\nThe light twang of the crossbow sends the bolt directly into Tann's chest, burrowing and burning its way in. The horse takes a couple of steps forward and to the side, then kicks out with its hind legs, apparently displeased by the spiders. The crossbow disappears and the head of a heavy flail tumbles into view. The woman barks out a pair of sharp syllables, \"cha-nek!\" and Tann, William, and Lily feel a wave of dread clutch at their hearts. Tann and Lily, unable to see or think or even breathe past the raw terror turn and flee for their lives.\n\nSylvie's lips begin dropping the words of a prayer to Rimach. The language defies the ability of those around her to understand or even remember them, but they sound and feel comforting somehow. It is akin to the whisperings of a mother for her babe as she soothes it to sleep. While Adam makes himself as small as he can in the rubble, William begins to shape a beckoning for power to smite his foe.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative order:\nVorel 23\nJanelle 19\nRider 18\nTann 16 (fleeing, 10 damage)\nSylvie 15 (in prayer)\nAdam 15\nLily 11 (fleeing)\nWilliam 8 (casting)\n\n Map \n\nI rolled the saves against this effect to keep this moving. Tann and Lily are fleeing for 1d4 rounds. You may roll this for yourselves. This round counts as the first one, so if you get a 1, you can do as you please in your next post. Both moved at x4 in the direction directly opposite the rider. Lily started in D10, Tann in G7.\n\nWilliam can take an alternate step option.\n\nBoth Sylvie and William's effects will manifest on their action next turn.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel continues his circling of the horse. Svent thric Wux yth! VALIGNATWUX! lances out in everyone's mind as he rolls over mid-air to face the woman. A silvery blue line of flame lances out from his wide open maw.\n\nMovement/Attack:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSwooping to F14.\n\nAttack: Attack(+2BAB+4Dex+2Size+1PBS), Damage(+1PBS): 1D20+9 = [13]+9 = 22\n2D6+1 = [6, 4]+1 = 11\n \nDamage: Attack(+2BAB+4Dex+2Size+1PBS), Damage(+1PBS): 1D20+9 = [13]+9 = 22\n2D6+1 = [6, 4]+1 = 11\n \n \n\n\nSpeech (Only if you know draconic)\n \n Spoiler \n\n\"You will not kill us! BURN!\" (You can look it up !)\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle closes the remaining distance between herself and the rider and swings at her with one of the chunks of debris in her hand. She finds herself throwing out a retort in the same foul language that the woman used. <Abyssal> \"Their torturous fall into the deep pits of burning pain is not for you to cause. Leave us alone.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to E8\nAttack/Damage: 1d20+4=24, 1d6+2=6 \nConfirm Crit: 1d20+4=22 \nCrit damage (if applicable): 1d6+2=5 \n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The swarm evaporates just before the line of blue fire slams into the woman's back and she recoils from the blow. Then Janelle runs up. She feels the same bone-chilling terror that William and Lily and Tann did, but pushes past it and swings her crude club, impacting it solidly on something under the cloak, possibly the Rider's leg, possibly something more vital. She follows through with her swing, sweeping the cloak aside to reveal that the woman is clad in a breastplate that has been somehow blackened, though it has lost none of its metallic sheen.\n\nThe movement of the cloak also gives Janelle and excellent view of the flail as the Rider swings it expertly into the side of her head and neck. The head of the flail rips away flesh as she pulls it back, covered in Janelle's blood. A cruel sneer forms on her lips as she seems to relish taste of the few droplets of blood that managed to fly far enough to hit her mouth.\n\nThe horse moves then, without her making any sort of direction with the reins. It rears up, which does not unsettle the rider in the slightest, and lashes out with both front hooves at William. One thumps solidly into his chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative order:\nVorel 23\nJanelle 19 (13 damage, at 0/13)\nRider 18\nTann 16 (fleeing, 10 damage) <-paused here\nSylvie 15 (in prayer)\nAdam 15\nLily 11 (fleeing)\nWilliam 8 (9 damage, casting)\n\nAs those who go before the rider already posted, I thought I'd just go ahead and resolve that right away so people can react to what she does.\n\nWilliam gets to make a concentration check to keep his spell.\n " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAs Adam sees the crossbow bolt impale itself in the man, he feels something in him want to reach out and fix it. As the injured man (Tann) and the tall woman (Lily) flee, his thoughts swirl in his head. Maybe they're being reasonable - why stay around and get killed? However, as he watches Janelle move towards the rider and attack, he feels a burst of shame inside him. I can't just leave these people here. They might need my help if they get hurt. Whether this is real or not, I have to stay and help. \n\nWith that internal discussion settled, he feels an energy welling up inside him, like it was waking up too. He knows that he can help them somehow and he lets his feelings guide him. As he sees Janelle get hit, he yells, <Sylvian> \"No!\" and the energy flows from him into those injured around him. Acting half on instinct, he takes a step the others, his fingers tingling. Getting closer to Janelle, he pushes more energy into her. Seeing her wounds knit themselves closed, a part of him is amazed and a part is simply content that everything is the way it should be.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlright...\nIf Tann comes back before my action, then I am using Healing heart on him, Janelle and William for +7 HP to all three.\nThen I am moving to C7.\nI then use Lay on Hands to heal the rest of Janelle's damage. +6 more HP to Janelle.\n\nIf Tann does not come back, then I do the same, but just healing William for 7 and Janelle for all 13.\n\nIf Janelle attacks, and loses another hitpoint, I am healing her for a total of 14.\n " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nThe wind and still-cold morning air lends an odd contrast to the fight; Sylvie watches Janelle's fall almost impassively. The quiet sounds of the wind, the slight breathing of the horse, and the surprisingly soft sound of metal on flesh provide a background to her words. She couldn't tell exactly what she was saying, but it was the sound of a plea, oddly comforting, like a remembered childhood ritual, and when she stops speaking, she wishes she had more to say, that she could continue. In the dust, her hand finds a well-sized stone, and grips it tightly.\n\nShe rises to her feet, and finds herself moving towards the rider instead of hurling the stone as she had intended. The black armor and red hair strike her, suddenly, as if she'd recognized someone, but no conscious realization accompanies it. She tries to find words to call at the woman, to break her attention from Janelle and the other wounded ones, but nothing comes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoving about to G10, into flanking position, and picking up an improvised rock or club. I'm assuming the swarm is gone since you mentioned it dissolving; if not, she'll move to F10. Should be enough room to move about without drawing attacks of opportunity.\n " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nTerror, stark and total. Fear, abject and cowering. Lily's mind would not cohere.\n\nA hungry darkness wrapped around her heat, and Lily ran." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nThose who understand Russian hear a torrent of screaming fear, of those killed by an unstoppable force of Evil, of millions of dead and of a man who did nothing but flee.\n\nTann's mind is plagued by guilt as he relives the lowest point in his life yet again." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n Pain. Intense tearing pain. She starts to waver and nearly stumbles to the ground under the pain before it washes away at the touch of the satyr. Not understanding this blessing or the dream, Janelle nonetheless realizes that she doesn't want to be struck again, and figures the safest place to be is where the rider can't easily reach her. She does her best to scramble aboard the horse behind the rider.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb check: 1d20+7=23 \n " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe pain from the horse's hooves tore through him, causing him to gasp in shock. There had been many times on the battlefield where William had suffered wounds of a greater nature than mere horse hooves, but that had been a long time ago. A long time indeed.\n\nHis mind struggled to hold onto his faith, willing the power to complete itself. Memories of the Lord Jesu's face as he hung on the cross filled his thoughts, the blood, the tortured cries, the brave son of the Holy Son enduring so much more than mere horse hooves. The image shamed him; the image strengthened him and he felt God smile and channel fire through him, lashing out in a brilliant line from William to the witch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWe might as well get this out of the way before I write the rest, yes? Concentration - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] against a DC of 21, yes? >_< There's a reason I don't play mage's often... EDIT: Holy... ok, the dice roller loves me! I've finished up the post and do I need to make another spell? ^_^ does a happy mage dance Oh, he also negates 4 damage using spell defense.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel lets out an agitated hiss as he circles the horse, rolling back over mid air to beat his wings and pull himself higher into the air. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew his friends, those that he had loved for most of his short life were laying dead somewhere, and every ounce of him blamed this woman before him. He screams out again, the blue-silver fire lancing out in a tight line at the mounted rider again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCircling to B9 and gaining enough altitude to clear the buildings.\n\nAttack: 26 \nDamage: 11 \n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "As Sylvie finishes her prayer, everyone can feel a light caress of warmth and power that instills a whisper of calm, of certainty. Adam responds to that power with his own, flinging invisible tendrils of his own life energy spinning out to heal the wounds of William and Janelle. The pain they carry evaporates, along with any trace of the wounds.\n\nWilliam's spell, held through the horse's assault, brings power to his call. Flames spring up and swirl around the rider, though it seems that perhaps her cloak takes the brunt of it for her. Vorel circles and breathes out another angry blast into the rider's side. She brings her flail around into Janelle's back as she climbs up onto the horse's back.\n\nThe rider issues a wordless snarl and the horse takes off, jumping into a full gallop.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJanelle takes 12 damage and can start a grapple against the rider to stay on the horse, or can jump off(no damage for the fall).\n\nThe horse goes 240 feet away from the main part of the group.\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nAs the rider starts to send the horse off at a full gallop, Janelle decides that staying with the people who are at least friendly on the surface is better than staying with the madwoman. She abandons her position on the back of the horse, surprising herself with an agile landing and roll. Given the crushing pain in her back, however, she choses to remain where she lies when she comes to a rolling stop." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAs Janelle rides off behind the woman the horse, injured from her attempt to climb on and hinder the rider, Adam feels something inside of him again, urging him to act. He is no longer unsure of what to do. We can't just leave her! He runs after the rider, failing to catch up to them.\n\nWhile he runs he thinks about what he has just done and is still amazed and wants to figure it out and analyze it. How is this happening? How could I be doing this? Why does it feel so natural? Is this truly a dream? \n \n Spoiler \nRunning after Janelle. I was 15 feet away from the horse and I can run for 160 ft. So, not enough to catch up and actually do anything, but close enough to Janelle so that she can see me running after her.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel lets out an angry trill, beating his wings as fast as he can streaking after the woman on horseback. He falls quickly behind and finially lands in the grass not far from where Janelle. He starts after the woman and shorts angrily once, then flaps up into the air and over to Janelle. Are you alright? echos inside her head in common as he hovers over her, beating the air slowly with large wings, peering down at her.\n\n\n(Ok, they would be large if he was at all big....)" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nStill unwilling to move just yet, and not really getting what the deal is with the lizard, she groans to herself, \"That was stupid.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nFinally catching up to where Janelle is lying, Adam feels the energy build up in him. As he approaches Janelle, panting slightly, he releases it into her. He speaks, breathing heavily with relief, <Sylvan> \"You're alright... I thought you were going to be taken away by that woman. What... just happened here?\" \n \n Spoiler \nJanelle, heal 12 HP.\n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The rider leaves sight quickly, and Lily and Tann both regain their senses, though nowhere near the spots they fled from. Lily finds herself amongst the burnt trees, while Tann has run into a tunnel lit from within by a few still burning fires. The interior looks like it might have been a living space, and there is dried blood everywhere, even on the ceiling. Just as with outside, there is nothing of apparent value, only charred wood, clumps of earth, and ash." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann returns to the group, disturbed and shaken. He avoids your gaze as he walks towards you. Blood is still dripping from the crossbow wound.\n\n \"I am sorry, I cannot explain what happened to me. He pauses, We need to go before she returns with others. \n\nHe remains looking at his feet" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stands as if in a dream for a few moments, watching the fleet-footed beast-man run after Janelle and the horse. The black armor and the red hair fix themselves firmly in her mind as she stares in the direction of the rider, accompanied by a quiet sense of dread. Something makes her wonder if this is not the only such burned village. Of course it is not... A war has more than one casualty, and this was surely not done by bandits. \n\nAs Tann returns, still bleeding, she moves towards him to look at the wound. \"In a minute. Hold still...\" Very carefully, she draws out the crossbow bolt, thankful that the rider possessed no gun; she would never have been able to do the same for a bullet wound... The metal-tipped bolt seems to have done quite enough, though, and she wonders that he can speak so calmly. It almost feels to her that she can feel the pain of the bolt sliding into her body...\n\nThe wound on Tann's torso vanishes, and she can feel the pain of the wound all of a sudden. She takes a step back from Tann, grimacing and half-bent over. A hand clasped to her side discovers that it is not only in her mind—beneath her slightly tattered robe, blood is flowing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSacrificial Healing; Tann is healed of all damage. Sylvie has 8 hit points left.\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<English> \"That was stupid,\" she repeats as Adam reaches her. As the pain leaves her body, Janelle looks at Adam with wonder. <English> \"How are you doing that?\" Pain has, for the moment at least, dispelled any assurances of a dream, and she's more confused than before." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nThe little lizard splays its wings, dropping slowly and landing on Janelle's torso. He moves his head close and sniffs a couple times, then shakes its head. <Sylvan> She must have hit her head, echoes through her and Adam's heads as it looks at her, then moves off to the ground next to her. He peers after the riding quickly making her exit for a moment, letting out an agitated hiss." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle strokes the lizard's head briefly, assuming the words came from Adam. <Sylvan> \"No, I didn't hit my head. Not recently at least. Although hitting my head may be how I got here.\" She rubs at her head again with one hand, lightly fingering the horn she found earlier. <Sylvan> \"I've got a right sharp bump too, but I don't remember hitting my head.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily's grief was her touchstone; measured against it, her fear was no more substantial than the morning mist she ran through.\n\nNo sooner did she realize this, though, then the feeling of terror vanished utterly, disappearing as swiftly as it had first manifested itself, and causing an equal shock.\n\nLily gasped, and leaned against a burned out tree for support. It was as though all the air had been torn from her lungs, and she could not catch her breath. She sank to the ground, still leaning against the tree, cradling her son's body in her lap. She felt utterly drained, unable to even look around, or think about what had just happened." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam shrugs and puts his hands up, <Sylvan> \"I'm not really sure. I just feel this energy within me and then I can push it into you. I really want to know what's going on now, but I think your head should be better now.\" \n\nWhen the lizard's voice appears in his head Adam is not looking at it and just assumes he heard the words being spoken. I guess it can talk... This is just all so confusing. \n\nAfter she mentions the bump on her head, Adam moves closer and peers at where she is rubbing it, <Sylvan> \"Let me take a look at that, Janelle, and then we should probably go back to the others. I'd feel safer in a bigger group. And then we can sit down somewhere and figure all this out.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<Sylvan> \"If you like,\" she says, removing her hand to let him look. <Sylvan> \"But be quick. We probably shouldn't linger. She may be back with others.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam brushes her hair away from the spot she indicates and pauses, seeing a small blunt horn. He looks on the other side of her head and spots another one hiding in her hair. He steps back and touches his own large horns with his right hand briefly, to reassure himself of something. <Sylvan> \"Janelle, you're not hurt there. You just, have, uh, horns.\" \n\nHe looks even more confused and just sighs. <Sylvan> \"Why don't we all head back. I am sure we can figure this all out somehow.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n<Sylvan> \"Excuse me?\" she says looking shocked. She reaches up with both hands to feel the small horns. \"Mon dieu,\" she whispers softly, her face going pale. She scrambles nimbly to her feet, cradling the lizard with one arm so as to prevent it from falling as she rises. <Sylvan> \"What's happened to us?\" she mutters, as much to herself as to anyone. She'll walk back to the others, keeping pace with Adam, her face still quite pale, still lightly petting the lizard in her arms (unless it chooses to fly on its own power)." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam alternates looks at his hands and Janelle as he walks back to the main group. She does seem fully healed, though he is still not sure how and why. After a while he speaks softly, partially in response to Janelle, and partially just echoing his own thoughts, <Sylvan> \"Someone must know.\" \n\nAs they approach the main group, Adam looks up at all who are there with a slightly lost and tired expression." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel allows himself to be carried, wrapping his tail around Janelle's back as she walks, but keeps the barbed tip away from her. His demenor slowly fades from the agitated state back towards a slightly sullen one as they near the others and the ruins. He looks up at the pair for a moment as they speak. Healing isn't that uncommon an ability, Rynah did it for the children many times. The wyrm's head drops slightly at the thought, as he looked about. A soft sad trill escapes him again." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann keeps pace with the others, but doesn't speak, distracted by the unbroken skin where the severe wound once was. He is also not looking anyone in the eye, his shame obvious from his whole demeanor." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe starts as she realizes the lizard is speaking to her. <Sylvan> \"You talk?\" she asks surprised, following up the question with <Sylvan> \"Who's Rynah? Maybe he or she will know what's going on.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe witch fled and William let her. In truth, the fight had left him drained and a little mystified. Power had flowed from him and it had felt good, clean and fresh. His wounds burned, this frail new body unsuitable and incapable of combat, but his spirit soared. His flesh ached, but his spirit rejoiced. Things were as they should be.\n\nThe others were scattered like sheep without a shepherd, but he didn't blame them. The witch's attack had been fierce and her terrible power had could drive the courage out of a man; women wouldn't be expected to stay and fight. He was thankful that most of the fairer sex had the sense to run and let the men handle her. Most of them. His eyes drifted over to the fiery-haired woman and he frowned.\n\nThe black-cloaked one was a witch, that much was certain. Sent by the devil, empowered by hell to ensure God's holy ones destruction. Yet... the Scriptures and Church had taught that any who stood against the evil one could not be direct enemies of God, or else the house would crumble and fall.\n\nWilliam's steps brought him toward the devil-man and the woman, the lizard in her arms, more blue than black now. He did his best to smile, but the pain made it difficult. \" Praise be to God for the deliverance he has shown us. \" He raised his voice a little so others near-by could hear as well. \" This place is not safe for us. I will pray and God will lead us to a safe shelter, like He led the children of Israel of old out of slavery to the promised land. Come now, make ready and we will leave. \"" }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel looks up to Janelle, tilting his head at a slightly. Of course I do, why wouldn't a dragon be able to talk? He was about to continue as William begins his speech. The little lizard tilts his head curiously at the man then the question that is in his mind flows out to everyone's, Which one? " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam looks up and is slightly surprised to see Tann unhurt. It's a dream. It has to be a dream. That's the only way this all makes sense. He realizes Lily is not with the group and looks around for her, finally spotting her in the trees nearby. She ran off too, didn't she... oh there she is. I wonder if she is alright. \n\nAdam blinks and sighs inwardly as the young man speaks to him and Janelle, not understanding a word. He turns and says to Janelle and the lizard in her arms, <Sylvan> \"I am going to see if that woman is alright - she ran off so suddenly, maybe she's hurt. Then we should probably get going.\" He then points to the trees where he saw Lily and walks towards her." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe voice flowed into his head, holding a distinctive reptilian sound and William felt a shiver run down his spine. It was a creature that had been sent by God, he reminded himself, his hand aching for his sword hilt. It was a talking reptile. It was a talking snake.\n\nHe shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. \" The only God who rules in the heavens, Lord Jehovah and his son the Christ who are one. He has brought me to this land, to guide and shelter His Holy Ones and lead them into His purpose. \" William cocked his head, examining the winged lizard. \" And what are you and what do you know of this place, little one? \"" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie keeps a hand carefully over the side of her torso, wondering. Intuitively, she knows it is the same wound the man had taken, although she has never been shot with a crossbow before. The pain of the initial wound is gone, leaving only the insistent, impossible-to-ignore ache that comes afterwards. It's painful, but somehow, it also feels as if something is right . Looking about at the field of the dead, she realizes it. I couldn't take their pain for them, but this much I can do. \n\nShe walks after the two men carefully, keeping a hand clasped to her side and gritting her teeth. Walking sends a twinge through her, but she had endured worse. She would endure this without flinching. It is not without relief that she notes Janelle's wounds are gone already, though. Listening to the smaller man proclaim his intent (and what a grandiose intent! The gods guided their followers, but when they saw fit, and no prophet she had ever heard of could be so sure of guidance), a thought comes to her. She voices it. \"She will bring others...\" She can't tell why she feels such deep grief and regret at the thought of leaving the village... or even at the thought it was destroyed. I lived here. \n\nShe spares the small man another glance. She knows what he is talking about... but at the same time, she knows another truth. \"He lived here,\" she answers for him, remembering and speaking before the supposed prophet's question dragged out too much of the little lizard's pain. \"Before...\" She blinks back tears, realizing that his pain had the same cause as her own. \"... any of this,\" she finishes, tears beginning to run down her face." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"You're right,\" she replies to Sylvie. \"We should be gone before that happens.\" She picks up one of her erstwhile clubs and all the small blue stones that she can find readily. \"We might be able to hide in the caves until they're gone,\" she says in a dubious tone. \"Although it might be better if we can find someone named 'Rynah'. The winged-lizard mentioned the name. Whoever he or she is, we might be able to get some answers.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n I did Vorel thinks, his resolve found during the fight with the cloaked woman beginning to fade slightly. He pushes himself out of Janelle's arms and flaps over to Sylvie and lands gently on her shoulder. Most of you did. Why you act like you did not I do not know. Everyone was killed... His thoughts become slightly shaky as he looks towards the burnt out buildings. Rynah helped with the children... He looks quizically at Janelle. She is right here. \n\nHe looks towards William, golden eyes slightly sparkling in the light of the day. I do not know who 'Jehova' is, but she is not a god I have ever heard of. Did you hit your head? " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nOne Sunday, William had sat in the keep's elaborate chapel, listening to Father Thomas discuss the evils of laughter. After all, in order to laugh at something, one had to not take it seriously, which either meant the laugher was disrespecting Truth or not fearing evil. Either way, the sound was an affront to God and instilled doubt in the hearts of men.\n\nSo William tried to hold the laughter in; tried to take it seriously, but a little blue \"dragon\" was asking him if he had hit his head. Instead of laughing, William tried to smile kindly. \" I woke up surrounded by death, little one. I do not know how I have come to inhabit another tent, nor do I know how I ended up in a pile of freshly killed people. I do know that evil is at work. The Lord granted me a vision that showed the Whore of Babylon spewing forth all manner of vile demonic creatures that swept through the Earth, killing the Lord's Chosen. Take heart, His hand is upon us all, even if you do not know who He is. \" William cleared his throat and looked around. \" I must pray for guidance and then we must leave. The caves will not shelter us for long, it is better that we set off immediately toward the place that the Lord has prepared for us. \"" }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nStillness, and silence. After a time, a man's voice, echoing in her mind. Child, it is time to wake .\n\nLily's eyes, already open, begin to focus. The first thing she sees is, of course, her son. Once again, she begins to weep, quietly, but no less fiercely than before. Tears flowing freely, she carefully lays him down next to one of the burnt and broken trees.\n\nLily begins to gather nearby stones, starting to pile them around the body. When she sees Adam approach, she blinks back tears. \" Help me gather stones for a cairn. \" she asks, softly." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam approaches Lily and sees the dead child upon the ground. Though he does not understand the words of her request, the sadness in her voice and her actions make it clear. Feeling akward, he gathers nearby stones, handing them to her. Somehow he feels it is her place to build this little shrine and he is just helping.\n\nAfter she is done, Adam waits for a few minutes to give her time to grieve and then tugs on her sleeve gently, pointing back to the main group and speaking softly, <Sylvan> \"We should go back to them.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel tilts his head again at William. You made much more sense before all of this happened, he thinks. 'Lord'? Rimach is the Lord of Mercy, is that of who you speak? Havrek might, but not many call him that, only his Chosen and clerics. Vorel shakes his head. They do not speak to many though most offer their words and hope that the gods smile down on them. He shakes his head. If one were lording over the others there would be much chaos though. He pauses looking around. All the gods are equal, even if you do not like them, but this is the work of Mezanne. The woman's garb looked it at least. " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\n\" I do not recognize those whom you speak of, little one, \" William replied, not unkindly. \" You may refer to saints that I am not familiar with. I am a simple man and my education is not as great as it could be, but rest assured that Jesus is Lord above them all. \" He gritted his teeth then, his fist curling and then relaxing once more. \" Or it could be pagan images of old. I know that in my homeland, before the Truth came to the isle, the men there worshiped all manners of false gods, bowing before the demons and sacrificing children upon their gruesome alters. If this is indeed the work of this 'Mezanne', then it is surely a demon or devil mascarding as an angel of light, just as the scriptures tell us will happen at the End of Days. \" He took a deep breath and walked away a few paces from the others, kneeling in the dirt. William closed his eyes and knelt, his hands folded in prayer, his head bowed.\n\n \"Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio;\n contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.\n Imperat illi Deus; supplices deprecamur: tuque,\n Princeps militiae coelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus\n malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in\n mundo, divina virtute in infernum detrude. Amen\n\nActiones nostras, quaesumus Domine, aspirando praeveni et adiuvando\nprosequere: ut cuncta nosta oratio et operatio a te semper incipiat et per\nta coepta finiatur. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.\" \n\nHe poured all that he was into the prayer, focusing with his spirit, seeking the connection with the divine that he had so recent enjoyed. Then, his soul spread its wings and took fight, soaring over the landscape heading North-east. The land was desolate underneath him, but landmarks here and there that his spirit recognized and rejoiced over awaited him. There, below him, lay a great and beautiful city, unlike any he had seen before.\n\n This is Pallon City, where you shall lead my children, the voice of the Lord rang through his mind and soul. He rejoiced in his God's protection and his soul began to make its way back to his body." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel tilts his head slightly. Your education was fine, you learned from Astera and Koril. He shakes his head. What is wrong with you people? Our homes were burnt and friends slain. He lets out a soft trill, leaning his head down against Sylvie, who seemed to be the only one who cared at all. Why is it you all are acting like this? \n We do need to move though, he raises his head, looking in the direction the woman on horseback fled. She will not give up that easily. We do not have time for insanity at a time like this. " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle puts her hands to her temples at the cascade of information. \"Okay, slow down a moment. You said your name is Sylvie, right? Not Rynah. Or did I mishear? And if that's the case, little lizard, why would you tell me otherwise? Or that I lived here? I'm not even sure where here is, and this,\" she gestures to her body, \"isn't me.\" For the moment, she ignores the man in the throes of religious fervor." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam comes back to the main group, walking slowly and looking a bit awkward. <Sylvan> \"She'll be along in a bit.\" He looks around at the small man praying and the others talking. Sylvie's hand over her side catches his eye. <Sylvan> \"Are you hurt?\" he asks, moving closer to her." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie starts at the name Rynah. For some reason, it is as familiar to her as her own. It is my own. The thought hangs there surreally, along with Vorel's assertion that they all lived here, and her own grief at seeing its remains. \"Yes,\" she murmurs at the litte dragon's last... words, for want of a better term. That was the thing she had remembered about the rider, the one that had inspired a quiet dread. \"This is surely her work.\" \n\nShe raises a hand to stroke Vorel comfortingly; the other one stays unconsciously clasped over the wound in her torso. \"I... I don't know,\" she says aloud. \"Something very strange has happened... I...\" She trails off. She can remember the village before it was burnt, but nothing of the burning, and other memories intrude. Why does that seem strange? Of course I remember living here... I remember also France and the war. But are those gone? Which is real? She doesn't voice all her thoughts; there is no need to upset Vorel further. \"Either name will do,\" she manages at last. \"You do not feel... yourself, either?\" \n\nThe faun's return distracts her, bringing a welcome, if momentary, distraction from her confusion. His gesture towards her side is clear enough, even if his speech isn't. She could not usually tell one satyr from another, but this one had healed Janelle; she thought she knew him. She shakes her head. \"Tell him to keep his strength. I am fine, and he may need it.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle translates as needed for the satyr. \"You might be the key to everything, little friend,\" she says to the lizard. \"Do you know what happened here? Will you tell us?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam frowns after Janelle translates and nods. <Sylvan> \"I hope I won't need to do much more of this, but it seems like this dream is more dangerous than I thought possible. If her wound gets any worse, I will do something though.\" \n\nAs Janelle speaks to the lizard, he looks around nervously, and listens, hoping for silence, but paying attention to anything that sounds like more danger coming their way." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily nods at Adam when he suggests returning to the group, and, a few minutes later, slowly trudges back towards the others. Her demeanor is much changed, though; gone are the easy smiles and friendly greetings.\n\n\" Is everyone else all right? \" she asks, without enthusiasm." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel drops his head along Sylvie's shoulder. An army attacked... he thinks. Astera and Koril tried to stop them, and others did, but it was no good. There was a big dragon, a bronze one and demons. He sighs a soft trill out. Astera told me to hide so I did. They killed everyone, and worse to the women. He shudders and lets out a hiss. I don't know why they attacked. I don't know why they did not find me. I don't know why they left you alive... " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam is startled to hear the lizard's story. Army? Demons? Dragon? This is just madness. He frowns and opens his mouth as if to speak.\n\nHe stops and decides that it is no use arguing about things that are impossible. If I try to figure this out, I am going to go crazy. This is a dream and things here do not make sense, but I am going to go along with them and take everything as seriously as I can. I don't even need to tell anyone when I wake up. It's just me here and maybe these other people. \n\nAfter that short pause, he does speak, <Sylvan> \"Alright, so we need to go somewhere and hide, if that woman or any army is going to come back. I say, we get up on those cliffs and have a look at what's around us. Then we'll know where to go.\" He then taps his head lightly, feeling annoyed, and repeats himself in English." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"There's a faster way,\" she says, repeating herself in Sylvan for Adam's benefit. She looks at the little dragon-lizard. \"Little friend, you're familiar with the area, I trust. What other towns or cities are close by?\" \n\nAs Lily walks up she looks somewhat concerned at the changed demeanor. \"Are you all right? You look awful.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\" I feel awful ,\" Lily replies. She looks on the verge of saying more, but holds back at the last minute, with a pointed glance at the two strange men in the group (William and Tann).\n\nInstead, she asks, haltingly, \" What happened to that rider? She said something in a language I didn't understand, and I was terrified. I don't even know why. \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"She ran-- well, rode-- away. She'll probably be back with reinforcements. We should get going, though, now that you're ready, and our zealot seems to be done groveling. As for the word 'chanek'--\" she shrugs helplessly. \"I don't know why it affected you. The word means 'terror that stabs through your heart like a poisoned dagger of ice'-- more or less. And don't ask me how I know this, but the name of the language is Abyssal. Demons speak it.\" She laughs, the sound a mix between rue, humor, and hysteria. \"Maybe I've become a demon, since I can speak it.\" She looks around a bit theatrically. \"It looks like Hell.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie looks at Lily with the same look of concern, but she doesn't ask anything. She thinks over what Vorel said, slowly, consideringly.\n\nShe realizes she is almost clutching at Vorel's tail as she does so, and softens her grip; well, it was no wonder she was not calm, considering what she had escaped. Why were we left unharmed? The rendition of what had happened here is chilling. Some small part of her wants to laugh bitterly and protest madness at the thought of demons and dragons; most of her turns over the thought of demons and dragons, loose and apparently destroying villages. And if the rider was any sign, not yet finished. \"You're not a demon,\" she replies without thinking to Janelle, looking at her.\n\n \"If you were, you wouldn't have helped us.\" She hesitates, taking in the blood-red hair and the sharp teeth visible as Janelle speaks; particularly with the backdrop, it makes her appear almost fiendish. \"It... I think maybe you have old demon-blood, or were tainted. Perhaps that's how you understood.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam nods. <Sylvan> \"If our lizard friend knows a safe place to go, I will gladly follow.\" He pauses and looks at Janelle, smiling slightly, <Sylvan> \"You know, it was pretty brave of you to go charging that woman. Why did you do it?\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe appears to have no words to say in reply to Sylvie, although faint traces of relief flash briefly across her young face. She again offers a helpless shrug, this time to the satyr. <Sylvan> \"I don't know. Some sort of instinct, I suppose. I reacted before I had time to consider my actions.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nHis soul firmly back in his body, William stood, his mind reeling with what he had just experienced. The conversation drifted back to him the dragon's voice echoed in his mind, finally illuminating the situation. It made so much sense now.\n\n\" Don't you understand? \" he asked, striding back to the circle of huddled people. \" This is all prophecy being fulfilled. The holy book of Revelation tells us that in the End of Days, the Dragon, that is Satan, will pursue the woman and when she escapes him, the dragon will send forth all manner of demon filth to destroy God's chosen. Don't you see? \" he asked, his voice raising in excitement. \" This is what my vision was telling me! The demons and the dragon have descended on the Earth; we have been brought here for God's purpose to combat the dragon and its followers. \"\n\nHe took a deep breath to settle himself, a hand running through his black hair. \" Do not worry, God has given me a vision of where we are to go. It is called Pallon City; it lies to the North-east. I have been given a vision of the way and we must go. Now. Answers and help await us there, but we must move swiftly. \"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam frowns slightly at Janelle's words, <Sylvan> \"Yes, instinct - that's a good way of putting it.\" Looking at the young man speaking emphatically, Adam glances at Janelle and Lily, to see how they are taking his words. The young man seems to feel very strongly about something; Adam briefly wonders why his dream includes someone so unlike anyone he knew in real life and dismisses the thought. No questioning, just go with it until I wake up. \n\nHe speaks to the women near him, <Sylvan> \"Well, I don't know what he is excited about, but why don't we walk while our lizard friend thinks of where to go. Given that the woman rode off that way,\" he points behind him, \"we should probably start going in the other direction. If she has friends who also have horses, they'll be back real soon.\" " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nIncreasingly aggitated while the others speak around him and possibly impatient, though still yet to speak himself, Tann moves in the direction suggested by Adam. He doesn't look behind him to see if the others follow, at this stage it is simply vital to begin putting some distance between himself and the rider and her kin.\n\nHe walks with a steady and determined pace" }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel lowers his head in thought a moment. He looks to William quizically a moment. Pallan City is the capital of Pallaxis, everyone knows that. It does not take praying to know. Especially to some lesser god, he says. Moriskit is about the same distance, but is the capital of Rusenia... he swallows hard once. It was their army that attacked us. It would make sense that the army would continue to Pallan itself. \n There are towns between Westcliff... What was Westcliff and Pallan, he adds. Daverton is to the east, but... the army that attacked us followed the road that way. There are other towns though as well... \n\nHe looks pointedly at William. And dragons do not tend to chase others unless they've caused them harm, or they are working with others. Some are good, some are evil. Don't attempt to lump all of us together, human. " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nSlowly walking in the direction he indicated and Tann has started upon, Adam converses with the lizard, <Sylvan> \"I don't think we want to go anywhere near the army. I think for now, we will head away from the woman and the army. If you can fly up and take a look, maybe you can see where it might be safe to go? We also will need food soon - we have to reach some town that this army has not attacked.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily looks a Janelle, surprised and slightly afraid. \" That's a very, ah, accurate description. \" Lily doesn't seem reassured by Sylvie's explanation, but then William makes his proclamation, and she turns to face him.\n\nLily begins to raise her voice, \" And you! God's purpose? You think this, \" she sweeps her arm out to indicate the piles of dead, \" is god's purpose ? \" Her voice drops back to normal and she shakes her head, \" No, forget it. I'm in no mood for another expletive theology debate. \"\n\nLily watches the stranger, and then the satyr, head off to the north. Not liking the look of those caves, she prepares to follow them. Now, talking to a little dragon would be normally at least somewhat disconcerting, but she is well past that point today, and simply asks him, \" What is the country like in that direction? And what's this about kingdoms? You make it sound like we're in a war zone. \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\n(Assuming the group is moving north at this point?)\n\n \"What's the nearest town in this general direction?\" she asks the lizard. \"We should get food and supplies, if we can. And probably warn them, I suppose.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie looks askance at the man as he speaks. If you think that only devils could have done such as this, you are wrong. Men do as much with no outside aid. But they do need to leave this place. She begins walking after the others, realizing that the pain from the wound in her side is fading. She takes her hand away for a moment to peer down at her side. The bloodstain there is fresh, but it isn't spreading.\n\nHer mind returns to what Vorel had said, unwillingly. \"You said that Rusenia sent the army?\" she asks the dragon on her shoulder quietly. \"They are in league with demons, then? You are sure?\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nHer words angered her, but more than the words was her tone. It was everything that he hated about the puffed up, intellectual circles back in the growing cities. The scholars wrapped in their robes, their minds rotted by bookworms, bragged about how much they knew, completely dismissing anything that did not come from their great store of knowledge. They preached about understanding new things, yet they did not wait to understand an idea before dismissing it. She was no different and why was he surprised? She was a woman, simple in the mind and slow to understand. She would be no different simply because she had been chosen by God. It was well known that He used the most simple of vessels for His work. That was why He had chosen William and there was no doubt that this woman was an example of the lowest creature being used in a divine manner.\n\nHe unclenched his fists and took a deep breath. \" This is certainly not God's will, to think such a thing would be blasphemy. I thought I made it clear that this carnage is the doing of the devil, who seeks to destroy all men. But if you refuse to understand, than so be it. \" He turned his attention to the dragon who, he couldn't help but be fascinated by. The creature was much like Azriel, yet so very different. \" I meant no offense, little one. I did not mean to insinuate that all of your kind were evil. Would God choose an evil creature to serve him? Not directly. I, instead, spoke of a great evil dragon, the one spoken of by prophecy. \"\n\nWilliam stayed silent then. They were going North, but perhaps later he would convince the others to turn toward the East, to Pallan City. In the end, it was in God's hands, not his own." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe speaks casually to William, <Latin> \"And what year do you think it is?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAfter walking a bit, Adam looks over his shoulder and is relieved to see that the others are following. He notices the exchange between Lily and William and feels a need to say something. <Sylvan> \"Lily, don't let him upset you. I don't know what he's been talking about, but there's no reason to let it get to you.\" Adam seems to think about something as he continues, <Sylvan> \"He's probably in a mild form of shock from the wounds and this general crazyness. Usually when that happens to animals, or people, they want to reject everything that is unfamiliar and that's probably why he's being rude or saying whatever he said.\" \n Or at least that's what I think is supposed to happen. I guess I did deserve that B minus. \n\nLooking at the burned remains of the forest as he walks, he realizes it is possible that they might encounter others who wish to hurt them. He voices his concern, <Sylvan> \"You know, we might run into others who are part of this army. We should decide what we want to do next time that happens. If half of us run and hide and the other half try to resist, we're all going to be screwed.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nWilliam blinked in surprise at Lily, unaware that any of these spoke the Holy Tongue. \" It is 1414 in the year of our Lord. Henry the Fifth sits upon the throne of England and John XXIII is the Lord's Vicar on Earth. \" He blinked and narrowed his eyes. \" What do you mean, what year do I 'think' it is? \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe shrugs. \"The year I last remember was 1996-- Anno Domini. These,\" she indicates Adam and Lily, \"two tell me it was 2007 by the same calendar for them. Your comment about the 'end of days' made me curious. I don't claim to understand what's happened, but it apparently didn't occur on the same day for all of us.\" \n\nShe translates Adam's request for a plan, but doesn't appear to have anything to offer on her own, wrapped up as she is in trying to figure out where she is and how she got there." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Once the group begins to move through the burnt forest, it becomes clear that the way is littered with not just ash and burnt branches, but also dead animals. Small birds, squirrels, rats, and other small animals have been charred and, in some cases, look almost melted. There do not seem to be any carcasses of larger animals about.\n\nThe smoke thickens a little during the walk away from the town, and there are a couple of relatively small clearings with scorchmarks on the ground and wood debris scattered around in the area, as if something exploded in the center of it." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAs they walk through the forest, Adam occasionally pauses to examine the dead animals, or the burnt trees, shaking his head in disbelief. Why would anyone want to do this? There is nothing left alive here or in the village. \n\nAs they pass another scorched clearing, he turns to the lizard and asks, <Sylvan> \"Did a dragon do that?\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nAs they walk along, Janelle picks up a few of the more intact animal carcasses. After collecting a couple, she tears a thin length of cloth from the hem of her shift and uses it to tie the animals with, for easier carrying. The sight of death doesn't seem to bother her." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nNoting what Janelle is doing, Adam turns his thoughts to more practical matters. That's a good idea. We might not get to a town before nightfall. And it could be just like the one we woke up in. Thank god for my uncle taking me camping all those times. \n\nHe points to her bundle as he speaks, <Sylvan> \"Smart of you to think of that - who knows where we'll end up by nightfall. Let me see if I can help out.\" He keeps an eye out for any edible looking nuts that might have survived the fire, or animals that Janelle might have missed, picking them up as well." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n The closest town to the north is Hampsille, Vorel thinks. He looks towards William and shakes his small head as he takes flight, hovering with long slow strokes of his wings. And you are speaking jibberish again. There are nine gods, once more common knowledge. Jehovah and this 'Satan' are not one of them. Things would probably be much worse off if one of them did rule over all. He takes to the air circling high for a few moments before rejoining the group, flapping in a slow circle listening to the others.\n\nAs the encounter the clearings and Adam asks his question, Vorel shakes his head slightly. I do not know, he thinks. Breath does not normally explode... " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nThe ruined forest puts Sylvie on edge even more so than the burned village had. Men killed one another, and always had, but there were reasons—idiotic reasons, foolish and often evil, but reasons nonetheless. There could be no reason to systematically hunt down everything that lived. No reason for anything human, at least. She shivers, and tries not to think about it too much.\n\nThere is plenty to think about to take her mind off their surroundings. 1414... The date holds no meaning for her, no more than when Janelle gave 1996. One more than five hundred years older, and the other not even happened yet... and what's more, when she thinks of her own date she can remember two, not just one. \"We need to figure out what is happening here,\" she says, mostly to herself as she starts but looking about at the others as she continues. \"I thought this had to be a dream at first, but I don't think so, not anymore. I can—I can remember too much, it feels like. Do any of you feel this?\" \n\nShe lapses back into French, muttering, \"The years, how can they be so different?\" " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann answers Sylvie without turning round.\n \"I do not believe this is a dream. I am dead, and I have every reason to believe this is hell. Time will tell.\" \n\nHe turns his head to face Vorel\n \"You have said you recognise some among our group. Do you recognise me, or perhaps at least the body I find myself in?\" \n\nHe is speaking with a sharp edge to his tone, but considering the surroundings it is no surprise his mood is affected." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\nThe same sunlight that burns away the morning's mist seems to thicken the fog in Lily's mind. She walks with the group, putting one foot in front of the other, but finds it more and more difficult to concentrate on what they're saying. She ignores Adam's friendly advice as readily as William's objections.\n\nEven the devastated forest holds no impact for her. Lily seems lost in a mental haze. Adam's diagnosis of shock is closer to the mark than he realizes.\n\nFinally, though, she catches Sylvie's words, and rouses herself enough to reply, \" Too much? No, I remember far too little. \" That final word seems to aggrieve Lily, out of any rational proportion, and she turns her head aside to hide further tears." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nWalking through the burnt woods, Adam zones out a bit himself. As he walks, he keeps on imagining how these trees must have been like when they were still alive. It feels like he almost see them growing here, leaves shaking slightly in the wind. As a healer and a lover of nature, he feels a sharp pang of sadness at the destruction wrought here. As the others converse, his thoughts keep spinning around one question. Why destroy all this life? " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nAfter walking along in silent thought for a time, Janelle says, repeating herself in Sylvan for Adam's benefit, \"It seems unlikely that a small town like Hampsille would have either the scholars or the library necessary to help us determine what's happened, but at the same time, it does seem an ideal place for finding food supplies and some better clothing. And blankets. Maybe even a cheap rifle, if we can afford it. Then maybe we should make for this Pallan City. Perhaps we'll find someone there who can explain things to us.\" She finally addresses Sylvie's question with a shrug. \"I'm not entirely sure what you mean. I remember things just fine-- although I can't explain how I have command of certain languages I didn't before.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam responds, in <Sylvan> and then after a bit in <English>, \"I don't know if we would be able to afford anything, let alone a rifle. If there really is a war going on, with armies and everything, then supplies are likely to be lacking. What I am really hoping for is some news of what is going on. The last thing we want to do is to trek out to this Pallan City and find it under siege, or run into an army heading the same way. I just hope this Hampsille town is still standing.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n \"We can bring them news of the army, also, if the town is still there,\" Sylvie adds. \"It will not do the country any good, but it will give the people time to flee.\" \n \"You think you are dead? I...\" Sylvie grimaces, shaking her head. \"I do not remember being placed in with the bodies, or anything about an attack, but we should not have been left alive. The army, they didn't even leave animals alive—how could they have missed us?\" She picks at a hole in her robe, stained with what looks like dried blood, and takes a deep breath. \"And I also remember lying in the woods, with a fever and a bullet wound in my leg. I don't think we are dead, but I do not see how we could still be alive, either.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel continues to circle the group, looking to each of them as h does. He doesn't answer immediately, but lets the others speak as he continues looking to each. I do not specifically know any of you save Rynah, he thinks. I could not see anything when I was above, he adds. There's too much smoke in the air, but the entire forest does seem to have been burnt. " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Eventually, the burnt spears end. The ground at the edge of what was the forest is barren for a short distance, perhaps 40 or 50 feet, then a short grass covers the ground as it slopes up and down in gently rolling hills. Perhaps an hour has passed, and those who are paying attention might note that the sun's angle suggests it must be late in the summer or early in the fall.\n\nThe temperature is mildly warm, like that of a late summer morning, and once free of the wood, there is no indication of any sort of destruction to the north. The rolling plain is free of anything to obstruct the view, save a lone tree or shrub dotting the landscape, and it seems to go on infinitely.\n\nFar off to the east, there is a dark smudge in the sky with a fat column spreading downwards from it, as if a dark cloud chose to station itself over something in particular and reach down to the ground below. Or as if a great fire burns there. It is distant enough that nothing can actually be smelled of it at all." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam's mood improves once they are out of the burnt forest. While the plains are empty, it gives him some hope that the town they are going to will still be standing. His step grows lighter and he looks to the sky more, enjoying the rays of the sun and the lack of hazy smoke.\n\nSeeing the dark cloud in the distance, he remarks, <Sylvan> \"I think we should stay away from there; it does not look good at all.\" He then remembers to repeat himself in English, though it still feels like both languages are native to him in some way. In fact, English feels less right than this other language. He still remembers to look down and collect any edible plants he finds, but for now he tries to put the morning horrors out of his mind." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"Hopefully that isn't Pallan City,\" she says, squinting at the smoke. She scans the rest of the horizon looking for the village, unaware that she's rather less winded than she would have been normally.\n\n(Assume for the duration that she's translating for Adam when she speaks.)" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam shakes his head in agreement with Janelle after she translates. <Sylvan and then English> \"If it is, I hope we can find some answers elsewhere. It is strange us being alive when everyone else in that village is not. Or us all being here and not looking like ourselves one little bit. Though, if someone actually did this on purpose, I can not fathom what they could possibly gain. Therefore, I am leaning towards some unusual accident or coincidence as the likely explanation.\"\n\n Like... a strange and confusing dream. \n\nAfter he picks up a strange root that he recognizes as being edible, he considers something else and speaks to the group, <Sylvan and then English> \"We should really consider finding water before nightfall. In fact, if we find it before then, I would advise settling down nearby before moving on. Unless this Hampsille is only a day's walk away, of course.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nAs the group exits the burnt forest, Lily seems to shift from lost to lost in thought. Some natural instinct kicks in, and her eyes scan the horizon, alert for danger, looking for signs of water, while her mind is elsewhere, ruminating on the names of cities here.\n\nShe points to the distant cloud of smoke, and offers, \" We shouldn't get lost with that for a landmark, though I can't seem to shake the sense that I could find my way around these plains without it. \" she says, puzzled. \" But this ruins my theory. I don't know where--or when--on earth this could be. I mean, I could understand a lost language, though that did narrow things down. But the technology level here! You all saw that rider, she had stirrups. That means third century China, or sixth century Europe, at the very earliest. That's too recent. To say nothing of our little dragon, here. I mean, there are stories , but they're not supposed to be real . \" Lily is growing upset that this conundrum will not yield to simple logic." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nSeemingly still lost in thought or under his own personal cloud Tann is walking quietly with the others. He listens carefully, taking note of the various languages and their translations." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nAt first, it is a relief for Sylvie to be out of the burnt forest and into a place where things were normal again, but the plains quickly make her edgy. It is the distance, she thinks. Finding food could prove difficult on the plains, and she is suddenly glad Janelle and the satyr are carrying the dead animals from before. There were few plants that would be edible, and even if they could find deer or other animals, there was little cover to hide behind. And they had no gun, or anything. Not a good place to hunt. It was not so bad as a desert, but it looked bad enough.\n\nThere's something more, she realizes—the plains simply feel too open. They could be spotted easily on the open plain, and there was not much they could do about it. It was the sort of place she would have skirted around, if she could. The sight of the smoke, though, elicits a sigh through her teeth. \"Another town, I think, if not Pallan City. It is the right direction...\" She trails off, not wanting to think that the city had been destroyed; but if the army had reached the city, she rather thought it had. A battle in a city is an ugly thing. \n\nShe looks at Lily oddly. \"I don't follow. What theory is this? You think you might have figured out... something, about all of this?\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel's demeanor improves slightly as they leave the burnt forest. Hampsille is... was about a day away from Westcliff, he sends out. If we keep moving we should reach it, but water would be a good idea at some point, he adds. He keeps mostly to the air, circling the group, occasionally swooping higher into the air to get a look around. Occasionally he swoops and lands gently on Silvie's, or any one who looks interested in him, shoulder, riding along as she walks.\n\nA little ways into the grasslands, he lands in the grass a short distance from everyone and begins to rubs his body against the short grass, removing the remains of the ash from his hide the best he can. He fades slightly to the color of the grass as he rolls onto his back, wiggling back and forth to scrub between his wings.\n\nAs he rejoins the others, much cleaner and bluer, he peers towards the black cloud. That would not be Pallan City, he thinks. It is much to far to be seen from here. He looks towards Lilly as she speaks then asks curiously. What is europe and china? Or earth? " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nResponding to Sylvie first, Lily explains, \" Originally, I suspected we might be in western Russia. I've never heard of Rusenia or Pallaxis before, but that would make sense if their language had been lost along with the kingdoms, possibly when the Mongols passed through. But the geography is all wrong, especially if there's a major city northeast of us. \"\n\nThen she turns to Vorel, clearly caught up with the idea of figuring this out. It's not hard to see that she's (perhaps unconsciously) keeping herself distracted from other thoughts. \" Those are all place-names, little one, and relatively modern ones at that. I'm not surprised you don't recognize them. \" A sudden thought strikes her, and she asks him. \" Can you read and write? \"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nThough he is not following the other discussion, Adam answers the lizard's questions. <Sylvan> \"Europe is a large area of land and China is a large country - or at least where I am from. Earth is what we call our world in my time. What, are the big countries around here called? The major seas, oceans and mountains?\" Adam blinks, as if realizing something, and speaks again to the little lizard, <Sylvan> \"What is your name? I am Adam.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"This could be Atlantis,\" she muses, speaking half to herself and half to Lily and Sylvie. \"Or some other sort of mythical realm equivalent. Many of the myths we know so well have basis in fact. Lost or distorted over time, but fact nonetheless. Atlantis, Avalon, El Dorado-- even elements of Hades-- have some basis in factual accounts. And our known history is much smaller than what has actually occurred. Much knowledge has been lost-- Aristarchus' model of the solar system, or Damascus steel. It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility for stirrups to have been invented in some ancient past we've lost knowledge of. You'd be surprised what can be found in old cities and tombs. And Prossos' history of the world detailed over 400,000 years of time. Pity we don't know what it contained,\" she says with a sigh." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nWhat was there for a prophet to say? The landscape had stayed as strange and unfamiliar as William had suspected it to stay, changing slowly around them, destruction yielding to a harsh and unforgiving land. He did not bother to speak to the others, watching them move around him. It was not that he was neglectful, rather he easily slipped into the watchful role of a shepherd of sheep who did not know the dangers of the land. To his eye, none of those around him were born fighters - several were even women! - and they certainly lacked the faith in the Christ to be protected by divine might. Yet, William had been assigned to guard and protect them, belief or no, and so he would.\n\nStill, the walk had not been without its surprises. For example, the red-haired woman had claimed that she and others had lived hundreds of years in the future. It was impossible, of course. The Christ had promised to come soon and Father Thomas and the holy church fathers had foretold that these were the last days. And even now, William had seen visions that had foretold the end; he had been selected, impossibly, to play a part in these events. How, then, could such a tale be true? Yet, she couldn't be expected to understand such complex ideas. Perhaps it comforted her to believe that the world would last, especially since she had a closer connection to the base, material world, tied to it by her flesh, her blood escaping regularly to mingle with the dirt of the earth.\n\nSuch thoughts led him back to his wife, her raven-hair swept back in complicated knots, her figure undiminished even after so many years and three births. William felt himself stir at her memory and found himself wishing that he had more time for her, instead of always being busy with the art of ruling. It was true, she was pregnant once more, almost ready to give birth with his fourth child, so they had not joined in some time. Still, she was one of the few women able to speak intelligently and it surprised him that he missed their discussions. She would have believed him and William couldn't help but wish that his helpmate was here, next to him instead of the unbelieving women he was currently stuck with.\n\nAnd then finally, the devil-man, or Adam as he revealed himself to be, finally stopped speaking babble and spoke English instead. William wasn't sure how he felt about being able to understand the creature; though his name was surely a sign. Father Thomas' sermons on the nature of man came back to him and he wondered how much it wise to read into the situation. After all, the first man had doomed the human race to misery through the sin of his wife. It was for this sin that Christ had to come, shedding his blood upon the earth, washing away the sins of all man. Yet, it was not for Eve, nor for women, to be saved from such a sacrifice, for was their blood not spoiled and drained into the earth monthly? And so, woman was saved through childbirth, for it was then that her blood was held into her body, allowing Christ's sacrifice to take hold in sacred communion. But if this Adam was to doom their mission, who was the Eve that would bring the opportunity to him and tempt him through sensual passions to do so? He found himself looking at the horned woman and frowned.\n\nHis companion's conversation finally filtered through to him and he spoke up softly, not caring if they listened or not. They would see God's power, he simply had to inform them of its prophetic nature. \" Do not concern yourselves with food and water, my friends. Just as it was supplied for the Sons of Israel as they traveled to the promised land, so will it be given to us as we follow the Lord's leadings. Have faith. Water will be supplied this night and bread will be given in the morning. \" He fell silent, not willing to cast too many pearls before the swine." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nNow fully engaged in the debate, Lily dismisses William's comment about manna from heaven (though it sets her perhaps more on edge than she would otherwise have been), and rolls her eyes at Janelle. \" Atlantis? Please. It's developed quite a place in modern myth, but you can actually read the book where Plato invented it. And 'El Dorado' is just a corruption of 'El Rey Dorado'. There was never a City of Gold, merely a golden king. \" She rubs her chin thoughtfully, \" Avalon is nearer the mark, though. There's a much richer vein to tap there; between the golden apples of the Hesperides, and the island of Tír na nÓg, all in the distant West, you could more reasonably impute a factual basis to those stories. \"\n\nLily shivers at an unpleasant thought, \" I hope we're not losing a hundred years at home for this trip, though that might help explain how we all seem to claim a different time. \"" }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nAlmost before William finishes speaking Tann's temper has snapped and he's standing in front of him staring down into his eyes.\n\n I have seen what happened to \"God's chosen people\" with my own eyes and they never found a promised land, only death and torment. If you will not cease spouting nonsense I will make you, so keep your ignorance to yourself.\" \n\nTann turns and continues to walk, furious and bitter." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie looks oddly at Lily and Janelle as they go back and forth, confusion reigning in her own mind. They thought this was some sort of myth, or story? Or that they had been thrown somewhere into the distant past, as Lily seemed to be saying? She would have thought it madness, except... they were here, after all. Something had happened that she would have thought impossible.\n\nWhat is truly confusing is that at the same time, she disagrees. She knew what year it was, and where they were: Pallaxis, in the year 2712—wasn't it? She couldn't remember the destruction of Westcliff, so it could be later... but this talk of places that never existed made no sense.\n\nTann's outburst drives her out of her thoughts, and she looks sidelong at him. It was... satisfying, almost, she admitted to herself, to see someone contradict the smaller man. She couldn't place what it was about him that bothered—his arrogance was irritating, of course, but that wasn't it. It was the way he was so certain of everything, she decides, never admitting the possibility that he might be wrong. Such men were dangerous, and even if he did have the guidance of a god—God, it was all too easy to misinterpret a symbol. Whenever he spoke, it reminded her of the way men had talked with another before the war, looking to it as a good thing and never really thinking about what might happen if they lost. They hadn't admitted the possibility they might be wrong, either. But they had been. For now, she ignores them; Tann does not seem to be inviting conversation right now, and she doesn't want to talk to William.\n\n \"I still don't understand. You think this is... Avalon, you said? Somewhere in the past?\" She shakes her head. \"Lily, I don't know how, but I can remember living both here and in France. If this were the past, how could I have done both? How could I have done both even if it were not?\" Her voice sinks to almost a whisper at the last sentence, meant more for herself than anyone else." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nNow that they have left the forest behind them, Adam has settled into a steady routine of walking and looking around for edible growth, while he listens to the bits of the conversation he understands. At some point, the thought crosses his mind that walking on these strange hooved feet feels fully comfortable and natural. He briefly considers the anatomical implications of such an unusual method of locomotion and dismisses the thoughts. Clearly things here do not make sense and to try to apply logic to them is a foolish notion. However, talking about it with others serves to keep his mind off the more disturbing parts of this morning's events.\n\nHe replies to Janelle in <Sylvan and English>, \"I don't know if we're in some mythical place or not, but I think that the where is not really so important. Janelle, I felt some energy within me flow into you. Into your wounds. Whether we are in China or Toy Story, that's pretty crazy stuff.\" \n\nWhen Tann rounds on William, Adam looks at them with some concern and speaks to Tann, remembering the man's English is supposedly not so good, <English> \"Hey, hey, calm down a bit. Whatever he's saying, don't let him make you angry. Don't listen to him - he just does not know any better. We need to stick together right now. Just don't listen to him, if he makes you upset.\" His words are accompanied with a few placating gestures to help get his meaning across." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nPleased to have someone willing to discuss ancient theories, she largely ignores William and Tann's argument in favor of continuing the conversation with Lily. She does look over at them a touch irritably as she replies. \"Yet several distinguished scholars feel that Plato was drawing on other traditions now lost to us. Some have even postulated that Plato's Atlantis refers to the Americas. Many scholars believed Troy to be a myth, yet there's work progressing on a dig that could very well be that city. Technical details aside, though, the thrust of my argument remains. If we're in some distant past society, with as little as we know about our own ancient history, there may be all sorts of inventions lost and rediscovered. We still can't duplicate some of the construction techniques of the ancients even today.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\" Well, that's true for construction. \" Lily concedes, \" But stirrups are an inherently mobile technology, because horses were for moving around. Any peoples that invented them would have quickly encountered all nearby societies and spread the stirrup meme. It doesn't make sense to say that they'd have been invented and then lost, unless we're somewhere that had no geographic contact with Eurasia--and the Americas didn't have horses until the Europeans showed up, so don't pretend we could be there either. \" she says, clearly enjoying the back and forth of this debate.\n\nLily manages to pause and consider Sylvie's question, though she starts to show signs of profound sadness once again, her voice dropping to almost match Sylvies. \" I don't know . Things happened before we woke up this morning. Happened to us, I mean. But you, you remember? \" she asks, sounding almost hopeful." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"Unless the society crumbled before the technology could spread. There is apparently a war going on. If their society collapses under the aftermath of war, then perhaps the stirrups were lost with them.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": "Vorel looks quizzically at Adam as he tells him about this 'Earth'. It was becoming more and more obvious the trauma was getting to these people. Even the healer was showing signs of it. He wasn't sure if the satyr was from the town or not, but he seemed like he could have been. The others though had been more obviously from it.\n\n There is only one Ocean, he says, shaking his head slightly. There's two mountain ranges on Lesmere. One between Gelest and Chemeny, Mageeno, and the other between Rusenia and Chemeny, the Nenderlin Cluster. There's also a big lake called Bahrrie Lake in east Pallaxis. Its part swamp and on the border with Gelest. \n I am Vorel Darastrix Ulhar, he sends out proudly. His little chest puffs out as he flaps through the air, striking as noble a poise as he can. He swoops over and lands on Silvie's shoulder again, sitting up proudly. And be nice, he's obviously hallucinating after everything you all have been through. he adds, looking towards Tann." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\n\" Stupid, sniveling childish fool, \" William growled, his temper snapping within himself. He felt a faint chill of panic from another part of him spread through his body, but it just made him angrier. Who did these fools think they were, spouting their \"knowledge\" while wearing their hypocrisy on their foreheads? The Church would have chained them all up as devil worshipers and heretics! Let their blood be on their own heads! \" You cannot make me do anything, you have no power over me, nor power over anything on this earth! Oh man of violence, you condemn yourself! \"\n\nHe stood there, trembling with contempt, glaring at the rest of them. \" All of you speak wise and powerful words as you are wrapped up in your cloak of knowledge. 'Let us consider this thought,' or 'This is a particularly fine doubt.\" You insist that all ideas must be heard and tested, yet what do you do with a man's faith? You dismiss it, despite the evidence otherwise. What shall I do to convince you? Shall I call down fire from heaven? Shall I strike a rock and cause water to pour forth? Shall I call shebears to maul those who mock God's chosen like Elisha of old? What would be convincing, what would be evidence? \" Anger and scorn dripped from every word and he spat onto the ground in front of them." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel looks towards William, tilting his head slightly. None of what you just said requires any of the gods influence to do, he thinks. Any mage of sufficient power can do so, though those who are closer to the gods can perform similar feats. Astera was quite good at some of those. You might be a cleric, but does not prove any of what you said. " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nWhen Vorel relates the news about the local geography, Adam can not help but think, Those are some funny names. But it only serves to reaffirm in his mind that the details do not bear examining too closely. If that is what the talking lizard calls things, then that's what Adam will call them, if they ever get to any of these places. The key for them is to work together right now, to escape any more people like that rider. Despite his attempts to avoid thinking too hard about it, he feels a strong desire to live and a deep worry and fear about something actually happening to this strange body that was now his. Adam rarely remembered feeling fear in dreams, except for the abstract kind you get in nightmares. He told himself that he should not care what happens in this dream, but the thought lacked conviction.\n\nThough he did not understand William's angry words, his tone and body posture made it clear that now he was getting upset at something or other. Vorel's response seemed to indicate it had to do with more talk of God and such. While Adam was not a religious man in the slightest, he started to feel a bit bad for this poor man who was obviously not dealing with what was happening to them very well. Of course, if this was the real world, all of us would need some serious therapy after this morning. \n\nThey needed to work together, if they were to get out of this, whatever this was. Adam was never much of a mediator, but he had some duty to these people as a the closest thing they had to a real doctor. Alright, how did that whole interaction course go? A doctor has to be courteous and kind to his patients and their owners. Smile and be polite. \n\nAdam turned to William and spoke to the thin man in slow and calm <English>, making sure to smile, \"Look, I understand this is all very confusing for you. It is a little bit confusing for all of us. For example, I can't understand that other language you are speaking, at all. But I have not been getting upset and you should not be either. We need to work together right now. Just try to think about what you are doing next and relax a bit. Vorel here seems to know a lot about this place, but none of us know very much about each other. So, if we say things that upset you, or make you angry, just try not to think about them and focus on something positive. For example, the weather is pretty nice today. And I think Janelle and I can find enough food for all of us, just in case we do not reach the town. And we escaped from that rider woman. So, things are not so bad.\" \n\nAdam finishes his little speech with a big final smile and nods at William. He seems confident that what he has said should resolve any issues William is dealing with." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nWilliam fixed the devil-man, Adam, with a look as fierce as he could muster. <English> \" Do not speak to me like I am some young whelp. I am not a fool, however you and your friends paint me! You attempt to placate me with sniveling words, yet I wonder what you would do if treated similarly! I am not panicking because of the situation, I am trying to get the rest of you to understand the reality of this situation. \" He turned, gesturing to the world around him. <English> \" All of this, this is fake, a shattered, cloudy reality of the Truth found in the mind of God. The dragon's knowledge is valuable, I will not insult him by claiming that it is not. Already, it justifies the truth I already have been given, that Pallon City is real and must be our destination. However, I suspect that even he is unknowing of the true reality. \" William struggled to control himself and a peace from another source spread over his body. His mind cleared and he took a deep breath. <English> \" I do not demand that you believe me, Adam, nor any of you. I am not some pup that must be placated with sweet, calm words. However, next time, before you decide to talk down to me, search your heart. What is it that you truly believe in? What is it that you are truly willing to fight for? \" He turned to the rest, his voice filled with convicition, addressing everyone now. <Common> \" The rest of you would do well to do the same. We all saw the Rider and the destruction that those she works for brought to that place. It was carnage on a scale that I have not seen for some time, but I know that type. I have fought against it before, and my ancestors earlier on the fields of my homeland spilled the barbarian's blood. They sought then to overwhelm us, to cover us with bodies so that we could not fight any longer. They brought with them death, chaos; they sought to rape our women and enslave our children, caring not for anything good and holy. That was the reality then and the only answer was to fight back, to protect that which we loved. Praise be to God, my ancestors were victorious. You think that I have been deaf, unhearing and not understanding your words. Some of you think that this is a dream, others refuse to cope with the reality that you find yourselves in. This will be the death of you. Do not doubt my words: this land will be the death of you if you do not recognize it for what it is. That rider, she served the Dark One, he would who blot out the sun. That is the reality that we face. So, as I said to Adam, I say to you now. Search within yourselves. What is it that you would fight to protect now that all that you knew has been stripped away; taken from you? What is your reason for living? Before you know what it is that drives you, I do not suggest you attack that which gives me purpose. For when despair clutched your hearts when the Rider whispered in the dark, many of you turned and fled. I did not. I do not claim greater strength or wisdom, but I urge you to ponder my words. \" He shook his head and began to continue along the trail, slowly.\n\n I do not understand your words, my small friend , he thought to Vorel after a second. What is this mage and cleric that you speak of? I would not have you think that I am unwilling to listen to your wisdom, for you know much of this land. William raised his arm, like he would for Azriel who was hunting in the forest, a clear invitation for the dragon to join him if he was willing." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\n\" My son. \" Lily whispers. \" For his sake, I will walk with you. \"\n\nLily strides towards William. The breeze around them dies down, as the calm before the storm. The warm sun begins to feel stifling in the still air.\n\nLily's mind is chaos. She thinks, I can not, no I will not[i] believe in a god that would let a child die before his time. What god and here her mind is filled with venom would bring me here, to find my son, to find him dead? \n\nHer shoulders sag, and she speaks to William. \" I will not challenge your faith. If you will stand against those murderers, I will stand with you, until the end. \"" }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\n\" I am humbled ,\" William says to Lilly quietly, his voice for her alone. \" I know that it is not for my sake that you stand with me, but for your own and that is how it should be. I would not be a thorn in your side, nor a stumbling block. If there is anything I can do to aid you, please, let me know and I will do my best to ensure peace between us. \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"Philosophical discussion keeps my mind occupied,\" she replies mildly, unwilling to rise to either William's outbursts or his exhortations. \"It's not like we have much else to do at the moment, and I'm doing my part to provide for the moment.\" She indicates the string of dead animals she's carrying. \"And I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd like to get back to my life. So I'll work to that end. I'm surprised the rest of you don't appear to feel that way. At the moment, it seems the only thing for any of us to do, for whatever reasons we have, is to keep walking.\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nWilliam's response is not quite what Adam expects and he is suprised at what he hears. He composes himself and forms a response, somewhat uncertain, as if he is thinking over things as he is saying them. There is some annoyance in his words, now that he better understands what William has been talking about.\n\nHe speaks to the thin man, <English> \"Well, to be quite frank, I am too familiar with the idea of stress-induced hallucinations and such to have much confidence in your sudden plan to head towards some city, especially one that may be under attack from an army. Speaking of which, I am not about to fight for anything or anyone. I've had enough of warmongering in my real life from my country's glorious leaders, thank you very much. Janelle is right, we just need to keep walking and survive until we figure out how we get out of here.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nWilliam looked with pity at Adam and Janelle. Now, he understood their form and the significance of Adam's name. Just as Adam, after the fall, had nothing left to live for, having surrendered his majestic birthplace at the whim of a woman, so too this Adam held nothing worth valuing. It appeared that all they truly valued was their own lives. It made more and more sense, the more William reflected upon it. The fire-haired woman longed to go back to her own life, a life of knowledge and mystery. But wasn't it the desire for wisdom and the lust of knowledge that caused Eve's downfall in the first place? So too was this woman thrown out of Paradise and yet, she could not accept that, so she was trapped looking for a way back to a world she would never fully know again.\n\nIt was tragic, that they would have nothing worth fighting for, yet William knew they would not welcome his pity, nor would they understand why it made them pitiful. Adam's statement did not require a response, nor was any asked for. So, he would not receive any. William did not want to anger them more than necessary, after all, and fighting with those without hope or purpose was no fight at all." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle's attention is focused on the ground as they walk, despite her ability to carry on conversation. She occasionally scuffs at a rock, or scoops one up to inspect before tossing it away, or adding it to her increasing collection of stuff, strung about her body wherever she can manage to store such things-- many of them tied on with narrow strips from her clothing, or from particularly flexible weeds and grasses. When not picking up stones, she's plaiting together a small, very crude net from the grass, weaving it with nimble fingers. Although surprised at her own agility, she hides it well." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nIgnoring the direct insult and then, as William begins ranting again, Tann increases his pace and moves ahead out of earshot. He seems to have no more interest in the discussion taking place." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie keeps her head down as the others speak, occasionally shaking it, although it is more to try and sort out her own thoughts than it is an expression of denial. Their argument—both the discussions of Janelle and Lily, and the firmer exhortations of William—is almost a backdrop to her own troubled thoughts.\n\nIt was her memories. When she thought of her mother, it brought memories of Alice, a smiling, pleasant-faced woman in an apron, age lines not yet showing on her face. She could summon up countless memories of being washed by her as a small child, or helping to clean up the shop after hours... She hadn't seen her mother for over three years. But she also remembers Darra, who she had always liked to remember as the beautiful, laughing woman of her earliest memories, not the woman whose beauty had begun to fade with age, and more so with frequent melancholy. After her father had died, she had started to take care of her mother, more than the other way around... Remembering her brings a sharp pain as she realizes that her mother is almost certainly dead with the rest of Westcliff. But that takes second place over the jarring confusion, remembering two very different women. Like the two dates, the contradiction hangs impossibly in her mind, until finally, she shakes her head sharply again, resolving not to simply think about it until her head hurts. The others seem to be done arguing by the time she surfaces, but snatches come back to her.\n\n \"Can we get back?\" she asks into the silence, looking about at each of them. \"I... do not know about you, but I don't think I have much to go back to.\" Truer than she had realized, she thinks suddenly; she had only meant that she had been injured and unlikely to survive unless she were captured, but even if she could go back to France completely healthy, she had companions here. \"He—\" she motions to Tann, walking ahead of them— \"claims he remembers his death. I do not, but I do know that I was unlikely to live the month, not alone in the woods with an infected wound and a fever.\" \n\nShe looks towards Lily. \"And... well, I remember some. I cannot remember the demons Vorel told us about, or the burning of the village, but I lived in it, grew up there. I am sure of that much.\" The almost nauseating impossibility of it threatens to overcome her again, and she grimaces, looking down and then back up again at Lily." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann comes running back to the group pointing to the sky.\n\n \"Look! There's something heading our way. There's some cover ahead of us though.\" \n\nHe stands, ushering them towards a small tree and a couple of bushes one hundred feet away, the only cover in a field of grass. There's not enough room for all of them, but it will benefit those in the group not suited to the front line.\n\nTann stands watching a slow moving speck in the sky, breathing calmly and standing in a ready stance. He looks resolved and unwilling to flee a second time." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie does not need to be told twice; the possibility of somebody spotting them had been in the back of her mind since they left the cover of the burnt forest, minimal as it had been. She reaches the nearest and smallest of the bushes quickly, crouching behind it and making her figure as small and still as she could. Peering cautiously out to the side, she realizes that while Tann has followed, he has not made any effort to hide. \"Lie flat, you fool,\" she hisses, \"and they may not notice you.\" He had bothered to keep his eyes on the sky—why did he seem to lack survival instinct, too? In a war, men often shot first and questioned later—or not at all. And if this flying thing was a demon, or a dragon such as the one Vorel had spoken of..." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle spots the speck in the sky seconds before Tann speaks, her eyes already surveying the terrain. She heads for Sylvie first, and pushes her lower to the ground under one of the bushes, scattering tufts of grass over her. \"Stay low and don't move,\" she says, the words almost hissing out of her mouth. She doesn't wait for a reply, ducking under the other shrub herself, \"Under the tree,\" she says, gesturing urgently, repeating herself in Sylvan.\n\n(+8 to hide, and presumably, giving an aid another check to Sylvie.)" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nSlightly distracted, Adam is startled out of his thoughts by Tann's warning. After briefly glancing to the sky, he quickly makes his way to the bushes and hides near Janelle, as best as he can. He does not quite understand why Tann is not doing the same. What is he doing? \n\nHe whispers to Tann, <English> \"Come here! You should hide too!\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel looks towards William a moment as the man holds his arm out towards him. His head rears back slightly as if he was insulted and his snout turns upward and a silent harumph flows out through his mind. He swoops away from the group a moment, circling them in his continued slow glide til he eventually lands upon Janielle's shoulder.\n\n**\n\nAs Tanin shouts his warning Vorel quickly takes to the air again, giving long hard flaps of his wings til he is near the brush, but lands quite a ways away and lands amidst the grasses. He points his snout upward, watching as his coloring fades quickly to the same as the grasses mottled color.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide: 1D20+14 = [13]+14 = 27 \n " }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann lies flat on the grass once the others have made their hiding places." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The speck in the sky is clearly moving, and in the general direction of the group. It isn’t long before it can be discerned that it has wings of some kind that are flapping with great speed. It flies almost directly overhead, as such incredible speed that it seems impossible that it could have seen anyone. The inky black flying lizard has great black horns sweeping forward with a graceful curve around it's head, and its four legs are tucked tightly against its body. The long tail, which ends with a wicked claw, sticks out straight at the moment. The whole beast must be over 30 feet long, with almost half of it tail.\n\nIt begins backwinging furiously just past the group, then lands with a resounding thump that can be felt by everyone. The wings furl in, and it starts sniffing the air, head about 7 feet off the ground. \"Humanss…and a ssatyr. I can ssmell you, bipedss. There iss no point to hiding.\" The voice is deep and booming, with a rich, meaty tone that is suggestive of a mouth with far too many teeth. Looking at that mouth, it is easy to see why. Its teeth, upper and lower, are long and sharp, and fully visible. Its chin has spikes sticking from the corners, as well as all along the jawline, and aside from the horns, the rest of the head is also spiky. With its sunken eyes, lack of any sort of lips, and no protruding nasal structure, the head looks very much like the fleshless skull of some nightmarish creature.\n\nThere is a smell that the creature seems to have brought with it, of rotting plants and something else, sharp and bitter. It is looking directly at Lily." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily refused to hide, choosing instead to stand by Tann. If it was friendly, she reasoned, then better to be noticed. If foe, well, had she not just said that she would stand and fight?\n\nOf course, at the speed the creature moved, she had no time to reconsider her decision in light of its sheer size. At least this dragon was not the bronze color that Vorel had spoken of." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nSurprising herself, Janelle stands up from her hiding place, moving slightly away from the bush, finding herself having an inkling of an idea from seemingly nowhere. She bows low to the beast and says in a respectful tone, <Draconic> \"Hail, mighty seer of the sky. Might I inquire as to your purpose here?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nHaving the creature spot them so easily destroyed any hope of hiding they had. And given how fast it was flying, it was unlikely they could escape it if they ran. So, it seemed like speaking was the best option. It looked like Janelle had come to the same conclusion, though he'd be damned if he knew what she was saying - it was a different unknown language this time. If this dream were to last for any amount of time, he hoped to eventually be able to understand what the rest of the group was saying without having to rely on them to translate.\n\nStopping that train of thought before it derailed his attention completely, Adam figured it might as well be best to reveal himself. It is possible that the creature did not spot all of them, but since it picked him out, there was no point in hiding anymore.\n\nAdam stands up and moves near Janelle, shrugging at the creature, as if to admit the futility of hiding any longer. His previous thoughts come back to him to give him an idea. He whispers to Janelle in the language that feels increasingly foreign to him in this dream, <English> \"I hope you have a plan, because I don't think we can get away and it looks vicious.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe Devil, He who was the Dragon, Antichrist, Satan, had landed before him. The creature was everything he had imagined while sitting in the cushioned pews of his chapel, listening to Father Thomas speak on evil. Everything, down to the smell, was perfect to represent evil and William almost trembled in awe before the beast.\n\nHe stood; there was no point in hiding, no point in running. William was aware that this may not be his fight; his encounter. God worked in mysterious ways and it was quite possible that this was what his friends needed to see the Truth. If so, he would be content to wait until he was needed.\n\nStill... Satan. It was a little awe-inspiring." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann stands with the others, looking into the imposing creature's eyes, trying to measure its intent." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The dragon's head turns and it regards Janelle. <Draconic> \"Hail to you, as well, learned one.\" The dragon makes a low rumbling sound that could be chuckling, or might just be its dinner disagreeing with it. <Draconic> \"You fooled me, tiefling. You smell human. Too far removed from your brimstone, eh? No matter. I am looking for someone.\" The dragon's head scans across the whole of the group, resting briefly on each person. It either has not noticed Vorel, or is ignoring him. <Common> \"Clearly, you are not the oness I am looking for, but: Lytheliss, Khonar, Vantir, Maraleissce. Do any of thesse namess mean anything to any of you?\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel sinks lower against the grass, his hide keeping the color of the terrain as he peers up at the large dragon. One of the names had keyed his memory, but it wasn't anything more than stories. He lets out a silent huff as he peers up at the dragon. What did it want with him those people he wonders quietly." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe shakes her head slightly, the names meaning nothing. \"No, great one. But I can't claim to, ah, be entirely myself at the moment. If they resided in Westcliff, however, I fear they're dead. My companions and I are all that appeared to still be alive when we left the charred remains of the town.\" She's puzzled by the dragon's description of herself, but feels it best to not bring it up at the moment." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam stands silently and lets Janelle do the talking, not following her or the large lizard's speech. So far, so good. Let's hope this thing just leaves us alone. \n\nThe dragon's words (which he can not understand) do not seem to make any special impression on him, except amazement and a healthy dose of fear, which he attempts to hide. He wonders about its diet and how it goes to a vet when it gets sick before he focuses back to the situation at hand and waits for some sort of clue from Janelle, or the others on what they are doing." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nAs the thing... the dragon lands and the others give up any attempt to hide, Sylvie stands as well, regarding the black creature with a mixture of awe and wariness. Close up, the only word that could describe it was impressive.\n\nAnd worrying; the teeth and claws were a clear reminder, if she'd needed one, that dragons were carnivorous; its demeanor is another such reminder. She stands warily, as if ready to turn and flee; she realizes there is no way she could escape the dragon on open ground, but she can't force herself to relax. One of the names does, though, as she abruptly remembers something. \"Maraleisce? I...\" She presses a hand to her forehead as the face comes to mind, trying to recall more.\n\n \"I think... I remember her, yes. Why, what did you want with her?\" She's looking downwards slightly, frowning; the temerity of asking such a creature what it intended does not seem to have struck her yet." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nStruck dumb, Lily cannot at first make her thoughts encompass the creature before her, much less address it coherently. Nevertheless, she steps forward, moving to keep herself between the others and the dragon.\n\nFinally, she manages to overcome her shock at the dragon's presence, and is relieved when she realizes that the creature seems to pose no immediate threat to her pack, though she does not relax her guard.\n\nLily addresses the dragon in the same tongue Janelle had used, as it seemes appropriate. <Draconic> \" I do not recognize any of those names. The only other living being we have encountered this morning was a woman ahorse. She wore a black cloak, had long red hair, and attacked us without provocation. She spoke a Dark tongue, and I fled. \" Lily shudders for a few moments as she recalls the incident, then points south and continues <Draconic> \" If she's one of those you seek, continue south. We were heading north to put as much distance between her and ourselves as possible. \"" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "The dragon's head turns to Lily and rears back a little bit. The gesture suggests surprise, or perhaps some degree of distress. \"Wesstcliff is burned? The ssmall town that way, yess?\" It lifts up a foreclaw and points in the correct direction. \"I do not sseek anyone who matchess that desscription, though.\" \n\nThen it takes a few steps closer to Sylvie and speaks with urgency, sticking its head close enough to her that with just another few paces, she could reach out and touch one of those horns. \"You know something of Maraleissce? Tell me. Whatever you know. It'ss very important. I need to find thesse people and bring them to the King.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe rapidly brings Adam up to speed in English before replying to the dragon. <Draconic> \"Indeed it is burned, mighty one.\" For some reason, the flattering adjectives seem the right thing to say. <Draconic> \"Might I inquire as to which King-- of which country, I mean?\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie barely seems to notice the dragon's close proximity, shaking her head once or twice as she looks down. \"She was at Westcliff. I think...\" She remembers the face and its short-cropped brown hair, and she remembers it as she last saw it, framed by bodies, with a single arm outstretched. \"She is dead,\" she says after a moment, and looks up at the dragon. \"I'm sorry. She arrived at Westcliff... yesterday, I think.\" \n \"Which king?\" she asks, unknowingly repeating Lily's question—she doesn't speak the dragon's tongue. She's looking up, but her brow is still furrowed as if thinking. There is something else, but she can't quite seem to grasp it..." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"Edward the Third, housse Dainwhyn of Pallaxiss.\" The dragon looks down and spits out a light expletive in Draconic. \"Thank you for the newss. I can offer little in return, as the reasson for my ssearch is not ssomething I may sshare. Good luck to you all. May Bessille's Light guide you. I musst be on my way. Time iss not our friend right now.\" \n\nThe dragon turns and starts running to the south, spreading its wings once it is clear of the group, and taking off as it gains some speed. Even some distance behind it, the powerful beating of its wings blows a breeze past the group for a few moments before the dragon is airborne and headed, apparently, to Westcliff." }, { "author": "Dib Monkey", "message": " Tann \n\nTann watches the dragon leave with barely a motion of recognition. Whatever shred of sanity he was holding onto has fallen away in the face of such a beast.\nHe stands dumbstruck and silent." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily shakes as she begins to feel the panic she'd been suppressing, but pulls her thoughts together enough to look for Vorel. Not seeing him, she bemoans, \" When that little lizard spoke of a 'Bronze Dragon' I assumed he meant a phalanx, or possibly a cavalry troop, not an actual (expletive) dragon! Where on earth are we? \"" }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe dragon was gone and William's heart was threatening to beat itself out of his ribcage. \" I told you there was a dragon ,\" he gasped, his voice a mixture of fear and excitement. He had understood little of what the dragon said, certainly nothing spoken in the harsh, hissing tongue of the beast, but the experience alone was frightful. \"In my homeland, there are tales of such creatures, but I had thought that the Lord had extinguished their kind from all civilized lands.\" He wet his lips and his eyes went to find Vorel. \"Your words on the dragons have been put into a more... tangible perspective, my friend,\" he said, his voice carrying a healthy measure of respect. \"Is there any wisdom you have to share with us on the manner of the dragon we have just spoken with?\" He did not make the mistake of holding out his arm and William found himself wondering where Azriel's hunt had taken him." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stares after the dragon as it leaves, its farewell words ringing in her ears. Friendly words. She hadn't expected that. He claimed to serve the King? Then they could have given news—he could have warned the king—but perhaps he already knew. Or would soon, when the dragon saw Westcliff. If the dragon had spoken the truth. \"Yes,\" she murmurs in a daze, though the dragon certainly couldn't have heard, \"her light on you, too.\" \n\nShe exhales, feeling weak with relief. Whether or not it had meant to, the dragon had frightened her. \"Vorel?\" she calls out, looking around for the little dragon; he was small enough to hide in the grass. \"He's gone now. It is safe.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle stands stock still, watching the winged creature depart. Her reply to Lily's inquiry is a simple, \"I don't know.\" " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily sighs. \" Well, it isn't Kansas, at least, \" she says, in what may actually be an attempt at levity. But she resumes her dour mien, and adds, \" In any case, we should get moving. Now we have two monsters to get away from. Vorel? Are you coming? \" she asks, hoping the little creature can hear her, and hasn't simply fled.\n\nWith that, Lily starts to try to herd the group northward, and offers a hand up to any still lying under the bushes." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel pops up from his hiding place in the grass as the dragon makes its way aways from the group, his scales fading to their rich, deep blue once more. A frown crosses through his mind as he shakes his head once. It wasn't easy being bite sized.\n\nAs the other recover, he turns, looking to them all, tilting his head slightly. I said dragon, not anything else. Why would I say that if I didn't mean another dragon. \n That was a darastrix vutha. Black dragon, he thinks. They breath out acid. He looks slightly confusedly at the others as he takes flight, making a point of doing so much more gracefully than the larger dragon had. Its not like you haven't seen me about town, or all this morning... " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Hempsille \nEvening\n\nAs the day begins to wane, the group crests what seems like a small hill from the one direction, but turns out to be the top of a relatively high one from the other. At the bottom of the valley lying perhaps a mile in the distance, an irregular ring of burned ground with only a few spears that must once have been trees surrounds a village in a condition similar to that of Westcliff.\n\nThe village seems to have been larger than Westcliff, though the piles of dead bodies look to be about the same in size and number. Unlike Westcliff, however, there are moving things down amongst the piles. There are possibly fifty or more moving figures. They move slowly and seem to prefer being near the bodies, though what they are actually doing is impossible to tell from the top of the hill.\n\nThe air is clear here, and like it has been for the walk all through the day, there is no obvious sign of water to be seen." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nTired and thirsty, Janelle looks at the ruined town with an expression of mingled defeat and determination. \"Seems Hampsille fared as well as Westcliff. But there has to be some water source in this town. Even if it's a damaged well. Hopefully we'll have time to look.\" She looks to those with her to see what might be their reactions to the scene." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie's jaw sets grimly as she crests the hill and sees the burnt remnants of the other town, but it takes an effort to remain standing straight. She peers at the town, trying to make out what the figures are doing, but it doesn't seem to do much good. She drops to one knee, motioning to the others to do the same; they didn't want to silhouette themselves against the skyline, although the sun was at least setting in another direction. \"Maybe. But those people down there, what if they are of the army that did this? I can't think they left that many survivors. We should try to approach without being seen, if we can.\" She bites her lip; the ground between here and there does not look as if it will provide much cover. The burnt trees were fewer in this village. \"Vorel, do you think you can go closer without being seen, and tell us what it is they are doing?\" She looks at him, unwilling to ask him to go unless he thinks it will be safe." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nAs soon as it had become apparent to William that there were figures down below, he had instantly flattened himself against the ground. He looked approvingly at Sylvie as she did the same and spoke his mind. Perhaps his new companions were not as ignorant and naive as he had feared - at least, not all of them. William had had years of battle experience, leading his men into battle, but he was curious to see what this group would do without his guidance. It was time to test them, after all, because if he was going to eventually lead them, he had to know what they were capable of. For now, he would watch and listen." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"I'd be willing to make the attempt, if Vorel doesn't wish to,\" she replies to Sylvie." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam had been silent after the exchange with the dragon had been translated to him by Janelle. He felt like a little child who finds himself at a grownup party. One adult is looking for another; one adult wants to smack you upside the head for spilling a drink. All he wanted to do is to get through the day without any more unpleasant surprises.\n\nHe followed the group without saying much, until they crested the hill. He dropped down as Sylvie motioned him to. Being cautious made a lot of sense at this point. Seeing the new town in the same condition as the one he woke up in took the bottom out from under him. It would be a lot easier to \"just go along\" with what was going on if it was more pleasant. However, he felt a little bit better after noticing the moving figures.\n\nConsidering the situation, they should go to investigate. On the other hand, given how they have fared with meeting new people (or beings), they should be careful. He spoke <in Sylvan and English>, \"I think some of us should go and investigate what's down there. Vorrel is pretty fast and small. I'd feel alright going myself as well, but I seem to have some problems with the local language. I can, however, follow whoever is going. I think... I feel... I can help heal somebody even at a distance, if things go poorly. Though I hope they don't. It's really about time we've had some good luck.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel drops down, crouching on the hill. He lets out a soft, unhappy trill towards the town and shakes his head. They were too late it seemed. I'll go, he thinks to the others. With you all acting like you're not even from here, it wouldn't be a good first encounter. He shakes his head, then takes to the air, swooping down towards the town. He stays high enough to be out of reach, but gets close enough so he can see what's going on in the ruins of the town." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nLily's grief was heavy now, and she did not notice her hunger, or thirst. She was further back when Sylvia and William crested the hill, and she drops low when she sees them do so, before crawling up the last few feet to peer past them at the valley below.. From the crest, Lily sees the devastated village, and the indistinct moving figures. They could be fellow survivors, looking for lost loved ones, but she couldn't tell for sure. If only she could see them better.\n\nLily was tired, though, more tired than she realized, and her head ached from lack of water. The grass was soft, and she was already lying down in it. Vorel took to the air, and she fell asleep to the sound of his wingbeats fading into the distance. She begins to dream of small wings, and of eyes to pierce the night.\n\nIf anyone watches Lily, they see her eyes close as she settles into place. Without warning, she begins to shrink and shift, and moments later a barn owl no larger than Vorel sits where she had been lying down. After a moment, the owl opens its eyes, and hoots urgently, then takes off to follow after Vorel.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming no one speaks Owl. If anyone does, let me know, and I'll decide what Lily's dialogue was.\n\nHere's a quick rundown of Lily's relevant stats as an owl:\nTiny Animal\nFly 40 ft (average)\nLow-light Vision\nSpot +18, Listen +18 (from racial bonuses, and the owl's Alertness feat)\nHide +15, Move Silently +21 (size and racial bonuses, respectively, plus her new Dexterity score)\nAC 17\n\nnote: for comparison, this is both slower and less maneuverable than Vorel\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle sinks to the ground as well, while Vorel scouts. She uses the time to work with the sticks, grasses, and stones she's acquired on the journey to make some crude stone-age tools. A stone hammer and hatchet, and making a tighter weave on her net, turning it into more of a proper sack." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Vorel and Lily fly off towards the town, quickly becoming just specks in the sky, while everyone else takes what cover there is to be had. The ground here smells of pure earth, deep and rich, and even though the dirt is dry and crumbly on the surface, the grasses that spring nearly a foot high from it are a dark green. While the leaves of the grass themselves are slightly cool to the touch, the ground is warm enough to be noticeable.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIt will take Lily about 15 minutes to get there, and another 15 to get back, with Vorel taking less time if he wishes.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel keeps going until he glances back and sees the owl intent on following him. He slows considerably, letting it catch up before continuing down the hill, staying high. He makes a wide circle over the town before turning back, giving an audible hiss as he does so.\n\nOnce back he lands on the hill, letting out the same angry hiss. They're all dead, he thinks, looking back towards the town." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe owl's return flight is not quite as direct as Vorel's. It meanders over the fields, and dives twice, possibly catching some small rodents. A few minutes after Vorel returns, the owl lands next to him, and lets out a long, rasping screech.\n\n \n Spoiler \nVorel's telepathy can pick up that Lily is thinking 'it's like a bad horror movie.' Owl isn't a good language for verbalizing it, though, so it's hard to be sure exactly what she's trying to say.\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"What do you mean, dead?\" she asks, looking up from her work on a second hammer. \"They're moving.\" " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie starts at the owl hoot from so close behind them, twisting behind her to look at it as it flies past. She dismisses it, until she realizes a minute or so later that Lily is not among them. A quick glance about confirms that she isn't nearby anymore. But there isn't anything she can do about it right now; she settles in, moving over to help Janelle weave together her bag after a while.\n\n \"Yes, but what about the people down there who weren't killed?\" she asks as Vorel returns, puzzled. They could see the village was dead from here, but the other ones were still alive. \"What are they doing? Could you tell?\" The owl's return causes something to finally click in her mind, and she looks back a moment at the patch of grass Lily had lain down on earlier. Well... if a wolf, why not an owl? " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel looks towards Janelle, tilting his head. Sometimes the dead do rise, he thinks, looking back towards the town. I was unable to see any survivors, just the dead. \n\nHe looks towards the owl for a moment. What is a movie? " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nIt was worse than he had feared, though after seeing the great and terrible Enemy of Mankind in the flesh, William wasn't sure why he was surprised. It was odd to feel any amount of kinship with the monstrosities down in the town, but the memory of climbing out of a pile of corpses just hours ago was still fresh. \" He speaks truth, \" William said quietly, careful to ensure that his voice did not drift down to the demons below. \" It is not unknown for restless spirits to rise or for the demonic to enchant a corpse, freshly killed by evil. \" He licked his lips, shaking his head slowly. \" We should move; this is unholy ground and it would not be wise to linger here, certainly not for the night. \"" }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n \"And just where do you propose we move to? We need water, and that town-- or what's left of it-- is likely the only source available. Unless you can do a rain dance or something.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\n\" I already told you, \" William said quietly, looking at Janelle calmly. \" The Lord will supply us with water and food when we are ready to settle down. Besides, any food or drink that we find among the demonic dead is likely to be unsafe for us. Feeding upon that which has been cursed by the unholy does no one any good. I will seek guidance for a direction if necessary, or our draconic friend might know a place close enough for us to retreat. The most important thing, however, is for us to be gone with as much haste as we can muster. \"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nSomehow the news of undead does not fully surprise Adam - after all, it almost makes sense, given how everything else had been going.\n\nAdam nods at Janelle as she speaks, guessing at William's part of the conversation. <Sylvan and English> \"I agree, an average person can only survive a few days without water, and we are doing plenty of walking as well. At best, we can find some plants that will help us stretch it to a week, but if we want to keep on moving, we need a source of water. I support Janelle's idea - we need to find the well in that town and see if it is still useable.\" " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nThe tiefling, to use the term the dragon called her, sighs with exasperation. \"Perhaps you've heard the saying 'The Lord helps those who help themselves'? That used to be a town down there. Whatever's going on, I'm sure I don't know, but I do know that where there's a town, there's water. We need to get in there and get some. It shouldn't be too hard to do once it gets darker. I highly doubt that a bucketful of water is just going to appear in front of us.\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\n\" Such a saying does not exist in my land and I feel that Father Thomas would find it flirting with blasphemy. \" His words were quiet and measured, but held no trace of reproach or condemnation. \" I, however, do not judge you as such. I, too, have felt that perhaps the Lord is waiting on us . In this case, however, I know He will provide, for He has promised it to me. \" Keeping the same measured pitch, William looked at the others on the grassy hill, including them in the conversation, even Adam who would not understand. \" I do not ask for blind faith in my promise. I will ask the Lord for help, ask Him to show a token to build our faith. I do not ask that you accept my words, only that you accept the Real being made manifest in the Material world. \"\n\nWith no other words, William bowed his head, his eyes shutting. \" Benedic, Domine, nos et haec tua dona quae de tua largitate sumus sumpturi. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen. Ad coenam vitae aeternae perducat nos, Rex aeternae gloriae. Amen. \" His prayer was simple and soft, but held all of his hope, all of his faith, all of his power. Near the end, the words almost vibrated and when he opened his eyes, a plain wooden bucket sat in the grass in front of him, filled to the brim with clear water. \" Praise the Lord ,\" he said huskily, tears coming to his eyes as he lowered his head, awestruck by the care that had been showered upon him." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle simply stares at the bucket of water, struck speechless. After a good half-minute, she pokes it gently to see if it's some sort of illusion, before dipping her hand in and cupping a little water to sip. \"It's really real.\" Her voice is stunned, when she finally manages to speak." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam blinks several times and rubs his eyes as the water appears. After watching Janelle take a sip, he sniffs the bucket and holds out his left hand carefully. He dips his pinkie finger in the water and tastes it, still not quite believing what just happened.\n\nIt is one thing to tell yourself to just go along with everything and another to act casually when a bucket of water has just appeared in front of you out of nowhere. He turns to Janelle and says in a stunned voice, <Sylvan> \"I'll be damned. That is water. Real water. I don't really believe in miracles, but this, uh, this is some crazy stuff.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel glances towards the bucket. I would suggest finding something to put that in if you wish to keep it, or just summoning more as we need it, he thinks then looks back to the town. There is a pump there. Unless they fouled it specifically it should be alright. He tilts his head. They would have just destroyed it if that was their intent I would think though. The ground is corrupted as well though if undead are rising, blasted clerics. " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe owl blinks once as the bucket appears, and then half-hops and half-flies towards the bucket, flapping its wings awkwardly to settle on the rim, careful not to tip over the bucket. It then dips its beak into the water and drinks deeply.\n\nThat done, the owl breaks into a series of hoots, pauses, and quick snaps of its beak, all seemingly directed at William.\n\n \n Spoiler \nVorel and anyone who speaks Morse Code should pick this up just fine (though Vorel will probably be confused by the use of 'Stop' for '.'):\n\" We should help them Stop Free them Stop They are a danger and a blight Stop \"\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle snaps out of her reverie once the owl starts its array of incoherent clicks and hoots, also drinking deeply from the water, although she still has a look of suspicion and shock on her face." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie's face works unreadably as she stares at the simple bucket of water, eventually settling into calm. She picks up the bucket slowly, with a sort of quiet reverence, and takes a long drink, quenching her thirst from the day's walking. Then she looks back towards the burnt-out town, expression growing grave. \"I don't like leaving them like that,\" she says, half to herself. \"Or the ground, if it's cursed...\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel peers towards the town a moment longer. There are just over a hundred moving around there, he thinks to the others. He pauses, looking towards the owl curiously for a moment, slightly tilting his head in confusion." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe owl screeches at Sylvie as she picks up the bucket, and flies up off the rim, to circle above the group.\n\nOnce again, the little dragon's words appear in her mind, to Lily's growing frustration. He can make himself understood, why can't I? We need to help those people. We can't just leave them like that. They're a danger to others and a blight on the land. We should free them. Why won't he tell them that? " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nFeeling keenly their lack of any sort of equipment, Janelle asks the flying lizard, \"Did you see any signs of useable equpiment? Compasses, packs, weapons, canteens, anything? What about food?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nOnce there seems to be a general drinking of the water, Adam will take his turns as well, quenching his own thirst. Strangely it still feels real as it goes down into his stomach. Though he knows it does not happen like that, he can feel his body immediately soaking up the moisture. He looks at the owl incomprehensibly when it hoots and flies around, trying to imagine it being the woman who was there before.\n\nHearing Janelle speak, he nods at her and adds on <in Sylvan>, \"And what about some warmer clothing or perhaps something we can make a shelter with - even a tablecloth would do.\" \n\nHe knows that all it takes is one cold rainy, windy night without shelter for half of them to be coughing and sick. And he gets the feeling they are not going to run into a hospital any time soon." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Everyone is able to drink some from the bucket, but it disappears before it is empty. The water itself remains and is sucked up greedily by the dry dirt when it falls." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe owl lands eagerly on the muddy ground, and starts scratching at it intently with one talon.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWriting in <common> Free + help them. Danger to all. Unnatural. (or as much of that as will fit; owl writing isn't very neat).\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel shakes his head to the others. No, they left it in the same condition as Westcliff, he thinks somewhat sadly. They well was the only thing untouched it seems. " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nThe disappearing bucket comes as a surprise to Adam, which quickly turns to anger. It does not last long, and he remains aware enough of their situation to not make a loud scene that could draw attention to them. However, he turns to face William and whispers at him, annoyed, remembering to speak <English>, \"Hey, what's the big idea? If this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny. You've made your point, you don't need to rub it in.\" \n\nHe turns away from William and shakes his head at the ground where the bucket stood. His anger has faded as quickly as it came, just like the bucket did. The owl's actions catch his attention and he watches for a bit.\n\nWhile it occurs to Adam that the owl clawing at the ground looks like it is trying to communicate something, the scribbles in the dirt do not quite make sense to him. Perhaps he is not looking at them correctly, or he is not an owl. Though that owl was a person not so long ago. After Vorrel's pronouncement, he shrugs, unsure of what to do now." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nShe doesn't notice the owl's scratchings right away, looking down at the town. \"Despite our friend's trick, however he did it, there are at least two things down there that we could use. Water and cloth. Those bodies are likely mostly still clothed. And our little friend says the well is untouched. I think that makes it worth at least an attempt to go down there and see what we can find. Who knows? We might get lucky and find something like food supplies or maybe even a map or a compass. What say the rest of you?\" " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam looks at Janelle, considering. On one hand, it's better than heading off into the wilderness with nothing. On the other hand, there are supposedly zombies walking around town. What group of idiots head into a town full of, what was it Vorrel said - around 100, zombies? That's worse that most B movies. But, there's not much else they can do and nowhere else to go. Maybe these are the slow zombies and they can just run away if things go badly.\n\nHis internal discussion partially finished he speaks, <in Sylvan and English>, \"I agree - we should check it out, but I'm a little bit worried about the 'walking dead' business. So, I'm with you, but I hope you've got a plan to not end up as zombie chow.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel watches the owl, tilting his head slightly. If you wish to check it, it should not be that much of a problem, he thinks. They move very slowly, and did not notice her and I. He nods towards the owl and flaps slightly closer, looking at the scratches. Leaving the dead here could endanger anyone else happening across them. " }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie stares down at the town with an expression of quiet dread as shreds of memory float unpleasantly to mind. \"Yes. And if the ground is cursed, more and more will rise, until eventually every last one is walking again.\" Her voice holds certainty, along with the same fear that's on her face as she turns to the others.\n\nShe glances at the owl's scratches, and nods her head. \"Yes. I think... we ought to go down there. But if there are a hundred of them, I don't know how we could get rid of them all...\" " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nThe bucket disappeared, causing William to frown a little. The Lord's way of working was mysterious, obscure at best. He ignored the angry reply of the other, not willing to rise to the bait. instead, he turned his attention to the discussion at hand. \"I trust Vorel's advice and I also have faith in the protection of God. However, we should not endanger ourselves needlessly. How are we to cleanse this ground? To my knowledge, that is not among my own divine gifts, though perhaps it is one of yours? Regardless, I urge caution, my friends. Dark powers are at work here and they will not be silent while we go about our work.\"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAs the group continues their discussion, Adam holds up his hand, remaining in a crouch near where the bucket was and squinting towards the east of town. He finds his eye drawn to some far off movement, though it is gone too quickly for him to fully make out details. He motions for any who are standing to get down, speaking in an urgent whisper, <Sylvan>, \"Get down all of you. I think I saw someone heading towards the town. They might have been riders.\" \n\nThoughts of more riders like that woman finding them gives him an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. When they encountered the dragon, he did not know what to expect. And the zombies remained in the words of Vorrel, never being born into a fully frightening reality. If these are the same riders as the other woman, he is pretty certain he can expect their little group to be attacked and killed. He keeps watching for any more movement, biting his lower lip nervously. He then remembers to repeat himself in English." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Tann reluctantly and slowly gets to his knees and finally his belly as everyone else does. Lying there, hiding in the grass, it seems to take forever for anything else to happen. The seconds and minutes tick by slowly enough to make one think that perhaps Adam is just seeing things. Just when it has been long enough to feel that whatever was seen, it wasn't coming this way, Tann stands back up.\n\n \"This is stupid. We're hiding from nothing, now? I am no coward. I intend to go see these 'walking dead' for myself. Stay here, come along, whatever.\" With that, Tann starts jogging down the slope and towards the village." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel frowns slightly at Adam's warning, dropping down in the grass and crawling towards the ruins of the town in the grass, his scales faded to attempt to match the grass, peering towards the town to try to see whatever it is that Adam does.\n\nAs Tann rises and starts toward the town, he gives a more than slightly annoyed hissing sound and starts moving more quickly through the grass towards the town. He glances over his shoulder, his 'voice' lancing out to Adam specifically. What did you see? " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nLetting off a string of curses in French, she finally mutters, \"I'd better go after him. Can you start working on a plan of how to get in and out undetected while I get our wayward companion?\" She keeps low, taking advantage of any cover available as she creeps down the hill after Tann.\n\n(+8 hide\n+6 move silently)" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam looks at Tann as he stands up and strides away. You idiot! He's probably still upset about running away last time. He sighs inwardly as Janelle goes off after Tann. Now they will all get separated... great.\n\nWhen Vorrel's voice appears in his mind, he responds with a whisper in his direction, <in Sylvan>, \"Off there to the east, I saw a group moving quickly. Quicker than a person could. I only got a brief glimpse, but I figured they might have been people on horses. Be careful...\" \n\nAdam keeps watching in the eastern direction, while attempting to remain hidden in the grass. Whether or not these creatures come this way may determine a lot about their future. If that man does not get them all killed and attacked by undead first. When are they going to finally get a break?" }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nIt had been pleasant at first, dreamlike. She could hear the mice scurry about beneath the soft sussurrations of the tall dry grass, see both further and more clearly in what she had been sure was growing darkness. And then, she was aloft. Flying. The breeze ruffling the feathers on her wings (her wings ), the ground speeding by below. It was unearthly.\n\nIf it was a dream, though, it turned quickly into a nightmare. The town was in ruins, all dead, every body dead. But not still. Corpses shambled about in a hideous mockery of life, and she could see every gaping wound, every missing limb. It was too much. She turned and fled, flew away, flew within herself.\n\nLily came to with the taste of blood on her...beak? She had been winging her way back to the group on the hill. Had she cut her tongue? She landed on the hill. That was when things turned sour. She had tried to tell the others, to warn them, cajole them, convince them. But they would not listen, and she could not talk. Her frustration mounted, but she stifled a piercing shriek, still mindful of the walking dead.\n\nThen the silent man stood and made his pronouncement, and ran, and the red haired girl followed. Lily tried to follow too, but her wings beat awkwardly against the tall grass. What was the rhythm of flight? It was like trying to force a dream to return, and the harder she tried to fly, the less success she had.\n\nThe small owl tries to take off again, but can not seem to coordinate itself, flapping its wings harder and harder to no effect. Finally, it lets out a soft sad hoot, and stops, seeming to give up.\n\nBut then Lily thought not of beating her wings, but of the wind on her feathers, aloft in the soft evening air. And she was flying, effortlessly, chasing after the two who ran towards the ruins, and towards the creatures walking there." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe little owl flies out towards the village, but after gaining some height, rapidly turns back towards the group, as fast as it can.\n\nLily is thinking very hard about how to warn the others, and as a result, Vorel has no trouble picking up her warning of danger. Riders, armed and close. Just beyond that rise, behind those trees. A minute away, or maybe two. The image that accompanies this is of six riders, and three additional horses. Four seem to be men armed with swords and wearing mail, two are women in black robes, with flails. One of the women has brown hair, but the other's is as red as the morning rider's.\n\nThe owl swoops down, circling the group. Lily risks some soft, low hoots ( Hoo. hoo. hooo. Two-hoo, two-hoo, two-hooo. Hoo. hoo. hooo. ) before moving forward to cut off Janelle, flying low across her path, and doubling back to block her way again, then moving forward to try the same on Tann." }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nSylvie looks on as Tann lopes down towards the village, torn between following and keeping down—the satyr had sharp eyes, and he must be keeping down for a reason. But if one of the dead were coming towards them, or anyone else, they'd see him for certain. Her half-whispered, twice-choked off call of \"Wait- Don't-\" is ineffectual. She can't even tell whether he heard. She half-rises as if to follow, then hesitates again with a look at Adam and William. \"I- I don't feel like we should just leave them,\" she says after another moment of indecision. No, indecision was not quite the right word for it—it was as if she was changing her mind every half-second, wanting to do both. It was impossible to consider them logically. \"Should we go?\" Still fighting the urge to lie flat, she motions after them hesitantly. She wasn't sure what she could do to help, but she was equally sure she would regret it if she left the both of them to walk into the village of the dead." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam notices the owl's flight towards the village and quick return. Does she want us to follow her? Or did she see something? He looks a bit frustrated and helpless and clenches some grass in annoyance. If he's wrong, than all of this is just silly. But if he is right and there are more riders, then they should not be splitting up. Damn it, why did that man have to run down there? And now Janelle and Vorrel and the owl - Lily, he corrects himself - are all down there. A quick glance at the woman next to him as she speaks confirms that she wants to follow the others.\n\nHis face shifts between indecision, annoyance and a bit of fear. Patience. What he needs to do is to be patient. It's going to be better to wait fifteen minutes over nothing than to rush out and get caught. Or killed. That's what always happens in horror movies - the ones who are impatient get killed. By zombies, or whatever else is out there. Why am I thinking of movies? I need to focus and keep on watchng. \n\nAdam finally motions down with his left hand. He shows ten fingers to William and Sylvie and speaks softly <in English>, \"Ten minutes. We'll wait ten minutes.\" " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel looks up to the owl, then lunches forward, taking to the air, but keeping as low as he possibly can. Turn back, now. He command to Janelle as he races past her. There are riders, six of them, hide. \n\nHe continues his flight, arcing towards Tann and swooping around the saytr. There are six riders, get back and hide before we attract attention to us all, he thinks, then turns back, flapping hard to remount the hill a ways away from the others before turning back to them." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " \"There's nothing there!\" Tann points at the empty space on the one side of the town. \"or there, or there, or there.\" He points to other random locations around the town, all empty spots. Then he points to the town. \"There? Something. I am no coward. I will not hide like a whipped dog. I want to see it. To face it.\" \n\nTann keeps up his light jog, ignoring the owl and heading for the town. He is only part of the way down when the nine horses finally come into view. Three of them are just horses, but with saddles. The other six have riders. Tann must have seen them, because he dives to the ground just after they come into view." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nAt Vorel's warning of more riders, a real threat, and not talk of walking dead, Janelle makes use of the nearest piece of cover, hiding against their approach, but looking to see if Tann will do the same. She has no desire to risk another fight, especially against such odds." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nVorrel's voice reaffirming his fears, Adam attempts to make himself even smaller in the grass and watches the riders as they come into view. Seeing Tann and Janelle hide makes him feel a little bit better. Maybe we haven't been spotted. Oh, let us not be spotted. There also a bit of curiousity in his mind as to exactly what the riders are doing here. Checking to see if everyone is dead? Looting? How will they deal with the zombies?" }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Four of the riders - two of the armored ones and the black robed ones - slow and stop their horses. The other two slow theirs, but then turn and start them galloping up the hill in the general direction that the group lies hidden in. As they get closer, and it will take them a couple of minutes to reach just to where Tann is, more detail about them becomes apparent.\n\nBoth are wearing chain shirts with green dyed leather bracers on their forearms and green dyed leather pants. On the left shoulder, they have some sort of green patch over the armor. Each has a sword belted at his waist in a green scabbard, and a quiver slung across his back with arrows and a bow of some sort sticking out of it. They also wear a simple metal helm that leaves their faces generally uncovered.\n\nThe horses themselves - both brown - are rather ordinary specimens of some large breed. Anyone who knows a little about equines can tell their breed is one of strength, not speed. They have matching tack, all the leather parts dyed green just like their riders' gear.\n\nTann jumps to his feet when they are getting close and slips into a fighting stance, rocking a little on the balls of his feet. The riders both draw swords and aim their horses directly at him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou have 2 and a half minutes between when it is obvious they are heading for your position and when Tann gets up. It will be another half minute before they will reach him. If anyone wishes to do anything before then, now is the time. Anyone who intends to just remain hidden until actual fighting starts or something unexpected happens, please at least say something in the OOC thread.\n " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam sincerely hopes that this encounter will not go like the last one, but it seems to be one of those crappy days when everything goes wrong. Still, Tann is pretty far down - if he runs for it, the rest of them might not be noticed. Or maybe, maybe, maybe, these are actually nice people. Adam stays put, hiding as best he can.\n\nWhen Tann does stand up and the riders draw their swords, Adam can only think one thing - Damn! " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nAfter Tann presses on, the little owl drifts forward, quieter than the breeze. When Tann drops to the ground, the owl, still some distance behind him, begins to bear right, heading for a tree some distance off to the side of the direction the riders are taking. It lands in a branch, and waits there. The wind around the tree picks up slightly.\n\nWhen Tann rises to his feet, though, Lily cannot simply leave him to face the riders alone. She flies towards him, low across the ground, and faster than before, but it's not clear that she will reach him in time.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLily isn't moving as fast as possible (ie not \"running\"), but she still takes a -5 to Hide and Move Silently for double-moving her normal speed. Lily will be about, oh, 100' away when the riders and Tann meet (about seven or eight seconds of flying at her current speed).\n " }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nIt was a madness that haunted all soldiers, stalking them in the night, harassing them in formation, nipping at the heels during a march only to, at the worst possible time, move in for the kill. William had seen its effects in the field all the time. He had felt its icy cold touch before, a sort of fearful boredom . It was one of the worst enemies of a soldier. One of the first lessons William had ever learned about soldier and campaigning was patience. The ability to shut his mind down during those long marches, those dull stalks, those dreary nights. The only other option was to be rash and break cover or abandon his men all together or, worse of all, lead them all into death. No, boredom was a horrible foe, a wicked demon that had caused entire campaigns to fall apart. A forced army always bled men, whether from desertion or from the enemy, it was all the same. Boredom made the bleeding increase.\n\nAnd so, the man Tann showed his inexperience. He broke cover. He was hasty. The fool was as good as dead.\n\n\"We must retreat to a more defensible position,\" William hissed to those near by. He motioned to a corpse of trees a few hundred yards behind them. \"From there, we will be able to hide and if they pursue, their horses will be useless. Come, quickly now.\"" }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAfter Adam sees Tann stand up and the men draw their swords, it's clear that a fight is inevitable. There are two possibilities - William seems to be whispering something and motioning away from here, while Janelle, Lily and Vorrel are out in front somewhere. The safe and cowardly way is to go, hide and hope nothing happens. But, Adam has been travelling with these people for a while - abandoning them now seems wrong somehow. And they'll have a better chance together, like they did earlier today.\n\n Damn, I am gonna regret this. Adam rises up a bit and runs close to where he thinks Janelle is, keeping low to the ground in an attempt to remain hidden. As he gets closer, he slows down and gets even lower.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo, I've got 30 seconds (5 rounds) after Tann stands up.\nI'll run for 2 of them, taking the -20 to Move Silently and Hide. Hopefully, the distance penalties for Spot/Listen will more than cancel that out.\nFor the next 3, I'll double move at 60ft per round, giving me a -5 to MS/Hide.\nIn total, I should move 1602 + 603 = 500ft.\n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "William creeps back from the crest of the hill then starts to run for a stand of trees, but no one follows him. Sylvie might have, but she is quite clearly rooted to the spot she crouches on. About the time Adam gets to where Janelle is, Tann sidesteps fluidly and pulls one of the riders down off his horse. Both horses keep going, one with rider and one without. The one with rider pulls to a stop and turns his horse around to ride back to where Tann is.\n\nTann and his quarry fall to the ground together as the horse runs past. Whatever is happening down there, it is impossible to tell who has the upper hand from where everyone else is. The second rider returns to where Tann is and slides off his horse, bringing his sword with him.\n\nLily arrives just as the one standing man is watching for an opening to stab Tann but not his fellow." }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nWhen Tann pulls a rider off his horse, Janelle decides to take a chance, and slips out of her hiding place, making for the stray horse, picking a path that will provide at least some cover and that will intersect the horse as it continues to move away from the brawl." }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAs Tann struggles, and Janelle takes off towards the horse, Adam decides it's time for him to help out as best as he can. The fight is far away, so he'll have to hurry, but maybe he can get there soon enough to assist Tann. He runs towards the fight at full speed, attempting to stay as low to the ground as he can.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am running towards the fighters.\n Initiative, Move Silently and Hide. (1d20=19, 1d20+4=15, 1d20+4=19) \nMy MS and Hide get -20, due to running, however, they are also distracted and far away, so I figure I have some chance of not being immediately detected.\n " }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nAs the attack begins, Vorel trills angrily, and sets to the air, attempting to skim the grass as close as he can towards them.\n\n((Just moving towards them as quickly as he can.))" }, { "author": "The_Snark", "message": " Sylvie \n\nWilliam's words make sense to her, but she still stands there, paralyzed with indecision. She wants to do both at once—she knew William was right, and there wasn't anything she could do against armed horsemen. But at the same time she can't bring herself to simply run away from the others. As the satyr (who, she realizes, could not have understood William's directions) darts off towards Tann, Janelle and the others, she makes a split-second choice choice, setting into motion even as her resolve wavers a second afterwards.\n\nThough her legs had been paralyzed with the desire to move in both directions only moments before, once she gets moving she runs fleetly over the grass, remaining low to avoid being seen if she can. Panic flies through her head as she realizes what she's doing, followed by anger at herself and then at Tann for making her do this in the first place. Beneath it all is a certainty that she wouldn't have been able to forget creeping quietly off and leaving them to die, though, and she lengthens her strides, still far enough away that she's not worried about being seen in the dusk." }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe owl lands behind the standing soldier, silently disappearing into the tall grass.\n\nDespite her owl-sharp eyes, Lily views the scene distantly. After a long and dreary day, this is how they're going to greet the first people they meet? It feels thoroughly surreal. And for some reason, she is vaguely nauseated that they're wearing green.\n\nBut instinct takes over. Her pack was under attack, and rational thought faded into the background.\n\nA grizzly bear seems to rise directly out of the earth behind the standing man, lumbering forward to attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot sure if that drops my initiative from 8 to 6.\nAction breakdown (correct me if this is wrong):\n1st combat round: fly closer (double move)\n2nd: fly a bit more and land about a dozen feet, hide in the grass\ncurrent round: shift to bear, move up to be next to the soldier\n\nBear stats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 24\nInitiative: +1\nSpeed: 40 ft. (8 squares)\nArmor Class: 15 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural), touch 10, flat-footed 14\nBase Attack/Grapple: +2/+14\nAttack: Claw +9 melee (1d8+8)\nFull Attack: 2 claws +9 melee (1d8+8) and bite +4 melee (2d6+4)\nGrapple Damage: 1d4+8 (nonlethal)\nSpace/Reach: 10 ft./5 ft.\nSpecial Attacks: Improved grab\nSpecial Qualities: Low-light vision, scent\nSaves: Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +5\nAbilities: Str 27, Dex 13, Con 19, (mental stats same)\nSkills: same, except for Hide (gets -3) and Move Silently (gets +1)\nFeats: Endurance, Run, Track\n \n\nNext few rounds (tentative, but probable actions):\nFirst, full attack the soldier, grappling him if possible.\nOnce grappling, use grapple checks to do nonlethal damage (squeezing him, rather than clawing him).\nIf the first soldier drops, move on to the soldier grappling with Tann, and grab him too.\n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "Janelle takes off at a sprint, heading for the now riderless horse as it continues to move. It slows down quickly and its head turns from side to side, possibly confused about what just happened. With no one to goad it to continue, the horse all but stops. Janelle reaches it as it takes another few hesitant steps and starts to turn around in a circle.\n\nThe rest of the group seems intent on converging on Tann and his new playmates. Lily arrives first, diving to the grass, then rising up as a large brown bear. The man in front of her doesn't seem to have noticed her as he shoves his sword into Tann's side. Tann, for his part, grunts in pain, but is busy thumping the other man's skull into the ground and keeping him pinned there. Lily hears the wet crack of breaking bone come from the tussle.\n\nAlthough Lily and Janelle are too busy to notice it, everyone else can see that the other four riders have decided to spur their horses up the hill at top speed.\n\nLily-bear rears up and thumps down onto the man just as he's turning to see what's behind him. One of her massive claws rakes across his body, but he twists and dances around a little to avoid getting pinned under her weight, slashing his sword across her belly in the process. The cut is deep and painful, but hardly enough to stop a rampaging bear.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLily is in melee, but not grappling, with the second man. She takes 8 damage from the sword hit. It was not an AoO, just an attack.\nThere is a second horse about 10 feet away from Lily and the standing foe.\nJanelle is at the runaway horse. It doesn't seem hostile.\nAdam, Sylvie, and Vorel will be a while before they reach Tann.\nThe other four riders will also be a while before they reach Tann.\nWilliam is...?\n " }, { "author": "Jacob Orlove", "message": " Lily \n\nThe bear roars in rage. Whatever traces of Lily's consciousness that remained are washed away in a red mist. The beast lashes out viciously at the soldier, slicing with claw and fang.\n\n**\n\nLily floats in an empty, gray expanse. In the distance, the wind shrieks and howls. Looking for the source of the noise, she spots a small form in the distance, growing larger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWe'll see if Lily ends up doing something she'll regret. At least I got a chance to put Nywm in the picture. Hopefully I won't waste too much time talking to myself.\n\nAnyway, attacks: two claws and a bite. I should have enough attack rolls in my die roll thread, so I'll just add damage rolls there too.\n " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n\nAdam keeps on running towards the fight. It seems like one of the men is fighting a bear now, which he didn't think was there before, but... there's no time to worry about that. If he can make it there before the other riders do, he might be able to help Tann. Help him enough that the others will get there. And then, maybe then, they can do something. But to make it he has to run hard and fast, pressing his hooves into the ground and pushing off. Using muscles that seem both strange and familiar, getting into a rhythm where his beating heart and his short breaths are aligned and he can feel energy flowing through him as he runs. Just a little bit more and he'll be close enough to help. Just a little bit more.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWell, as dauphinous said, it'll take a while for us all to get there. Once I do I will probably burst to heal Tann and the bear (if it's obvious that the bear is helping out/fighting the other men). I might, depending on whether there are still guards surprise myself by charging into one with a headbutt.\n " }, { "author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith", "message": " Janelle \n\nJanelle pats the horse gently as she takes the reins and pulls herself into its saddle. Keeping the animal reined in, she starts to look for any convenient weapons to hand, preferably a pistol or rifle." }, { "author": "Santanya", "message": " Vorel \n\nVorel trills, cursing softly to himself as he heads towards the chaos at top speed, intent on reaching it as quickly as he can." }, { "author": "Nighteyes5678", "message": " William \n\nIn the field of battle, nothing could replace a skilled and trusted commander. Many times, that was the single difference between defeat and victory, the single force that held men in the line even when their courage would normally break and send them running for the hills. His new charges were clearly unversed in anything that even distantly resembled combat tactics. They broke and scrambled, allowing the seemingly chaotic nature of the battlefield to overcome their senses, allowing themselves to be split up and scattered.\n\nGod save them all.\n\nWilliam broke into a run, determined to join those under his keeping in the fray, for good or for ill." }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": " Janelle \n\nThe horse gives Janelle a long look as she reaches out for the reins. It doesn't seem inclined to bolt, but it walks around in a circle, avoiding letting her mount at first. Aside from the horse's tack, which looks well maintained and is imprinted with some sort of coat of arms, there does not seem to be anything of use carried by the horse. There are no saddlebags, no weapons, no sheaths even that might carry weapons. After a few more soothing noises, Janelle is able to swing herself into the saddle.\n\n Lily \n\nTann seems busy with his foe as Lily just tries to maul the man in front of her. She smacks him around, ripping ribbons of flesh from his face. He is able to stab her with his sword, jutting it upwards through her belly, but that is the last thing he ever does as she knocks him down and claws his throat out. The spray of blood from the burst artery covers Lily liberally.\n\nTann gets up then, the man he was fighting also lying still in the grass. He looks down at the body, then up to see the oncoming horses, and he kneels and starts to quickly shuck the man's armor off. His movements are bizarrely precise, as if he is completely familiar with how to remove armor from a dead body and has done it many times before.\n \nVorel, Sylvie, Adam, William \n\nThe blood fountain that is Lily's handiwork can be seen from a fair distance away. Vorel and Adam arrive just after this happens. Sylvie and William will take a little longer to reach the spot. The riders are still pounding up the hill, and the thundering hoofbeats can almost be heard if you listen hard enough. Or maybe that's really just pounding heartbeats.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay. Two dead guys. One live horse.\nLily took 14 damage from the sword stab (a critical hit). That's a grand total of 22.\nTann looks like his worst injury is a split lip and is removing the armor from the dead guy at his feet.\nTann, Lily, Vorel, and Adam are together now.\nJanelle is about 250 feet from the foursome.\nSylvie is about 400 feet away (20 seconds), and William is about 520 feet away (26 seconds).\nThe group of four riders is still about 2 and a half minutes away.\nThe riders on the ground each have a chain shirt, a longsword, and a dagger. Aside from the clothing underneath, that's all that's obvious. The second horse is equipped as the first. Both are heavy horses, but not warhorses.\n " }, { "author": "Newbie101", "message": " Adam \n Holy Crap! When Adam sees the bear sprayed with her foe's blood, somewhere inside of him there is a sense of shock and fear, but his adrenaline is pumping (or maybe it's his heart). As he gets there, there is an idle thought regarding the sudden origins of a friendly bear that is also quickly ignored and suppressed. The bear is hurt and his job is to help those that are hurt. Especially animals. Adam steps towards the bear cautiously and stretches his hands forward, feeling the energy pulse in him until it flows out of him into Tann and the bear. He then remembers that Sylvie was hurt as well and waits for her to approach before letting more of that inner pulse flow into those near him. As it looks like the bear is still injured, Adam will get closer and slowly touch the bear, pushing more energy into it. He is beginning to get some awareness that this energy is not unlimited, so he stops when he thinks the bear should be more or less healthy.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI use a healing burst on the bear and Tann. Then once Sylvie gets near us, I will do it again, including her as well. Then, I will get closer and use Lay on Hands for a bit more.\nTann: Heals 14 damage.\nBear: Heals 20 damage.\nSylvie: Heals 7 damage.\n\nUsed: Healing Heart x2. Lay on Hands 6hp.\nRemaining uses recorded on character sheet.\n " }, { "author": "dauphinous", "message": "For anyone looking here without looking at the OOC, we've moved.\n\nOur new digs:\n OOC Thread \n IC Thread " } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Kurgan vs. Bulch \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Kurgan - Dragonstar \n Bulch - stimpius \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Bulch \n\n\" Hello my pretty \"\n\n Initiative - (1D20-2)[ 10 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "It's always so slow when new comics get posted... I'll initiatize as soon as I'm finished tweaking the character sheet." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Here we go...\n\n initiative - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Start in B13, pick and shield in hand, and double-move to J13. Your move." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Bulch \n\nBought nothing.\n\nMove to O13\n\nLongsword in one hand javelin in the other.\n\nTo Refs only\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nready an action to throw the javelin at him as soon as he enters LoE unless he is only 5ft away then i will attack with the Longsword.\n Javelinattack - (1D20+5)[ 10 ] - +1 if within 30ft.\n Damage - (1D6+6)[ 10 ] - +1 if within 30ft.\n LongswordAttack - (1D20+6)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1D8+7)[ 14 ] \n \n\n\nYour go.\n\nStats refs only.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP : 11\nAC : 18\nready action see above spoiler\n " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Forgot to add in my draconic aspect (wings) when I took the Dragonborn template. Not relevant to this battle anyhow.\n\nMove 20' to M13. LoE is unobstructed, and you have a ranged weapon in hand - did you have any readied actions?\n\nFor refs:\n \n Spoiler \nReady a standard action to attack with my pick if he gets next to me.\n \n\n\nI've reached my single move limit, so you may go." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "M13 to O13 has LoE obstructed considering it goes straight through the glass wall that forms that cross thing in the middle :P" }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Actually, a line from the bottom corner of each square is unobstructed, giving you LoE, but because of the wall providing me with light cover. But either way, my heavily armored movement doesn't get any bigger. It's your move, for the refs, my spoilers still apply." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Dragonstar \n Actually, a line from the bottom corner of each square is unobstructed, giving you LoE, but because of the wall providing me with light cover. But either way, my heavily armored movement doesn't get any bigger. It's your move, for the refs, my spoilers still apply. \n \n\nTo refs AND Dragonstar:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI really can't agree with that because looking at the map the glass wall obviously obstructs any form of potential LoE.\n\nYes the squares are connected - but only by travelling through the glass wall (because it covers the only possible connection between our two squares and overlaps the M and N line)\n\nSo i'll take my next turn and if we need a rewind to here then so be it but i still don't see how we have LoE if your stood in M13 and i know im in O13.\n \n\n\nNow onto my turn.\n\n Bulch \n\nBottom of round 2\n\nMove to M7\n\nFoam at the mouth and have a wild look enter her eyes Bulch's muscles bound up\n\nand launch my javelin held in hand.\n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1D6+9)[ 15 ] \n\nYour go\n\n Stats \n \n Spoiler \n\nHP : 13\nAC : 16\n " }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "The wall blocks LoE in squares such as M13 and N13. It is a wall, you cannot attack through walls." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "sigh The whole point is moot. I kept rereading and looking at the map, wondering why it wasn't obvious to everyone else... and then finally realized that I typed M13, when I had meant to place myself in M11 (exactly a 20' move)... must get more sleep before posting... 😳\n\nAnyhow, what's done is done. That was a miss.\n\nCharge to M8 and\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \nwith my Heavy Pick for a potential\n damage - (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nAC 14 (due to charge)\nHP 20/20\nFort +6, Ref -3, Will -1\n \n\n\nYou may go!" }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Bulch \n\nWell that chafed.\n\nDo the only thing i can and respond in kind :D - then pray you miss the next attack or roll minimum damage so we get a bleed off :P\n\n Attack - (1D20+8)[ 26 ] \n Damage - (1D8+8)[ 14 ] \n\nAnd pray." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Here we go... swift action, enter Righteous Fury (and hope I can hit).\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \nfor a potential\n damage - (1d6+6)[ 11 ] \n\nAnd that's my standard action... hold on... still have a move action left..." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Seems the forum roller hates me as much as my real dice. And I can't stick my computer in the microwave to teach it a lesson. 😡\n\nAnyhow, I'm going to 5ft adjust to N8, and pass the turn.\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \nAC 16\nHP 6/20 (plus Diehard)\n \n\n\nEdit: I was crunching your numbers... did you enter a rage? I see where you may have meant it in flavor..." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": " Bulch \n\nYes i did enter a rage sorry for not making it super obvious :) Yes it was where you thought i'd done it for flavour - I had meant to post and just forgot I guess :D\n\nFree; Draw a javelin.\nFree; 5ft step to L7\n\nStandard; Throw the javelin and hope it hits.\n\n Attack - (1D20+6)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (1D6+9)[ 11 ] \n\nEnd my, turn." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Yegads - well, after weighing my options, I figure the dice have to switch in my favor sometime, right?..\n\nStumble forward 5ft to M8, whisper a small prayer to the Platinum Dragon and Strike!\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \nfor a potential\n damage - (1d6+6)[ 7 ] \n\nOwie...\n\nStats \n Spoiler \nAC 16\nHP -6/10 (Yay Diehard!)\n " }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "You may go..." }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "Meh thats me down for the count.\n\nI should've took die-hard i really should.\n\nOh well good game :)\n\nNice 20HP though thats insane for a first level character." }, { "author": "Dragonstar", "message": "Half-Orc Paladin substitution level from Races of Destiny grants a d12 Hit Die, plus the Regional Feat from Races of Faerun for another 5HP, and the con boost I got from the Rite of Rebirth for a total +3 mod... Yeah, that's a net 30 HP - a nice cushion to work with. 😉\n\nYou might want to consider just two-handing your weapon - the extra strength damage would have taken me out. And of course at that point you just switch to a greatsword... Anyhow, great game!" }, { "author": "Mavian", "message": "Ref Mav:\n\nThis might just be me, and I didn't check character sheets, but.. from the stat block stimpius posted, He's only been hit once, for 7 points of damage which leaves him with 6 left. Unless I'm missing something in which case I'll call the match for Dragonstar." }, { "author": "Kyeudo", "message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nSince Stimpius failed to post, even though he wasn't entirely dead yet,\n Kurgan is the Winner! " }, { "author": "stimpius", "message": "He hit me for 8 after i had raged, my AC went down enough for him to hit me. He won :D" } ]
[ { "author": "Methates", "message": "The Kingdom of Amhalus is a prosperous, diverse nation, with as many mercenaries as farmers. To the east lies the Kingdom of Riglanor, and to the west lies the Toth Empire. While Riglanor has developed as a peaceful, benevolent nation, the Toth Empire was created based on ideals of cruelty and domination. Amhalus lies in a comfortable middle stance between the two conflicting philosophies.\n\nTo the north lie the frozen mountains of Darkor, and to the south the ocean seperates the mainland from the distant nation of Lusmond. The small town of Dimendo on the south coast of Amhalus occasionly receives shipments from the capital, and is a common stop of traders from Lusmond.\n\nPery Reen Penel, the lithe tan-skinned halfling, and her companion Jorg, a large, brutish human, entered the city. They had been travelling across the countryside, earning money via Pery's comedic routines.\n\nA guard lazily strolling about, presumably on patrol, gave the duo a nod as he saw them walking towards the center of town.\n\n\"Know where one could perform for a bit of coin?\" Pery asked, a broad smile across her face. Jorg eyed the guard cautionsly.\n\n\"Well, our annual festival celebrating the glorious Pelor will be starting in a few days. I'm sure we could find a place for a performer or two.\" The guard leaned against a wall as he talked, setting his shield down and taking off his helmet.\n\n\"Great! Also, where could I go to find something to eat, and a place to rest?\"\n\n\"Well, the best inn around here would have to be the Dancing Owlbear, just over that-...\" the guard was interrupted as the building he was pointing at suddenly exploded. Frantically he gathered his equipment and started running towards the fire.\n\n\"It looks like the festival will have to be put on hold, old friend.\" said Pery as she started running towards the tavern. Jorg remained silent as he followed. Out of the corner of her eye, far in the distance, something caught Pery's eye. It appeared to be a group of...<Demons!> she thought, rushing to the scene of the explosion.\n\nOnce they reached the tavern, they saw that the fire was for the most part contained to the upper floors, though due to the help of a nearby wizard, the immediate threat was already neutralized. Looking around for an onlooker who wasn't paying too much attention to their purse, Pery noticed what was presumably the tavern owner talking with another man. The two appeared to be having an argument of some kind.\n\n<The demons must be related to this. Perhaps that guy might need somebody to 'take care' of them.>\n\n\"Good afternoon!\" said Pery as she walked up to the two men, a broad smile across her face. \"Do demons frequent your tavern often?\" The two men looked a little surprised, and then the tavern owner motioned the other man away and directed his attention to the halfing addressing him. The other man left with an angry look on his face.\n\n\"Not until today, no...\" said the tavern owner, eyeing the sword pery was carrying. \"You any good with your little weapon there?\"\n\n\"For the right price, I am.\"\n\n\"I see.\" The tavern owner thought to himself for a moment before continuing. \"Yes, a demon was the cause of this. It all started when I noticed a poor boy begging outside of my fine establishment. He was in fairly bad shape. So of course, out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to bring him in, give him a bed to rest in, and a good hearty meal. I try to do my part for the community, you see. Unfortunately, this was not a boy, but a demon! Yes! I came up to check on him, but I must have interrupted some kind of infernal ritual he was performing. Next thing I know he's setting the roof on fire and summoning more demons before running away.\"\n\n\"...that's quite a story.\" observed Pery.\n\n\"That demon is a menace. There is no telling what devious plans he has for this town. So I tell you what...I'll pay you each two hundred gold pieces to slay the infernal beast. And I'll give you free room and board here at my inn for a week. What do you say?\"\n\nPery thought for a moment before agreeing wholeheartedly.\n\n\"We'll do it. But how do we find the demon now?\"\n\n\"I have just the thing. Tyrk! Tyrk, get over here!\" From a dark corner of the tavern, a small kobold ran up. He was wearing leather armor and had a shortbow on his back.\n\n\"This is Tyrk. I took him in when he was trying to stir up trouble here...saved him from a life in jail I did. Now he works for me. And he's the best tracker I've ever seen. Tyrk! Take them to the demon that caused all of this mess.\"\n\n\"Yes master\" said the small kobold as he ran out of the tavern. Pery and Jorg turned to follow him when the tavern owner called out to them.\n\n\"And tell me, what should I call you two by?\"\n\n\"My name is Pery Reen Penel, and he's Jorg.\"\n\n\"And I'm Olric. Good luck. You'll have the best room in the house if you can bring me back the head of that demon!\"\n\n*****\n\nHours later, Tyrk was still leading them through the forest.\n\n\"I say little kobold is lost\" said Jorg, stumbling through the bushes and tress.\n\n\"No, Tyrk not lost. Tyrk know these lands good. Better than anyones here.\"\n\n\"And how is that?\" asked Pery.\n\n\"Long ago kobolds live here. But then humans come. And then goblins. And then...worse things. Now Tyrk is-\" the kobold suddenly stopped and cocked his head to the side, listening intently to...something. Then without warning he started running. Pery and Jorg followed behind as best as they could, but they quickly lost sight of him. Then suddenly they found themselves in an open clearing, with ruins in the center and...a man in heavy armor and a morningstar facing opposite them.\n\n\"Quickly Jorg, get down before he sees you!\" whispered Pery as she deftly lept behind a bush. Jorg also dived behind a bush, but landed on a stick. The resulting snap immediately snatched the attention of the man, who started walking towards the source of the sound, weapon at the ready.\n\nPery and Jorg remained silent, watching to see if the man would see them, when an infernal creature swooped (seemingly out of nowhere) down towards the man. The two began fighting.\n\n\"Come on Jorg, let's lend him a hand.\" The man was deflecting the beast's claws, when suddenly Pery and Jorg lept out from the bushes, charging the creature. The beast, realizing that it was outnumbered, began to turn away, when an arrow impaled it in the chest. Stunned, the beast was unable to dodge Pery's sword as she swung it across its chest.\n\nThe man took advantage of the creature's confusion and landed a mighty blow with his morningstar, before Jorg finally cleaved the beast in two with his mighty greatsword. The creature immediately burst into flame upon death, its ashes carried away by the wind. Out of the woods the kobold Tyrk scurried up to the group.\n\n\"I must give you thanks,\" began the man, \"I thought that fiend might get the be-\"\n\n\"Not so fast,\" said Pery, leveling her blade on the man. \"Keep your sword ready Jorg!\"\n\n\"I assure you madam, I mean you no harm. My name is Lem Artoro, a humble cleric of Pelor.\" Looking at the man, Pery noticed that his armor and shield did indeed bear the symbols of Pelor. But she wasn't convinced yet.\n\n\"The demon appeared as a boy before, why not a man? Don't put your sword down Jorg.\" Jorg nodded, watching the man carefully.\n\n\"I am certainly no demon,\" Lem said with a laugh. \"Here, Tyrk can confirm my identity. Can't you Tyrk?\" The kobold was avoiding eye contact with the man, and upon being addressed cringed. Pery walked over to the kobold.\n\n\"Is it true Tyrk? Is this man to be trusted? The kobold hesitated a moment.\n\n\"Tell them the truth Tyrk.\" said Lem.\n\n\"Quiet, you\" commanded Jorg, raising his sword slightly.\n\n\"You can tell me Tyrk.\" said Pery. The kobold looked uncertain, and then finally replied.\n\n\"Yes, he's good people.\" Pery looked over again at the man, who had a humble smile on his face. Then it struck her. He was the man who was arguing with Olric at the tavern. But what was he doing here?" } ]
[ { "author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir", "message": "mistake, apologies." } ]
[ { "author": "ArenaManager", "message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Shasnuart vs. Oathbreaker \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. " }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Rolling Intiative: (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n\n\nGood luck to you! I see you subscribe to the magazine of \"THe best defense is a good offense!\"\n\n\n\nSuzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "Initiative (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\nWhat a coincidence! So do I!" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Oathbreaker round 1: \n\nOathbreaker starts at Y14 with both his swords drawn and double moves to J15.\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: J15 \n Current Buffs: None\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Start in B 14\n\nI take out a bottle and smear some oil on my club\n\n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13 AC: 22 FF: 20 Touch: 12\n\nSouldmelds:\nRageClaws 0 essentia: Fight until -10 HP\nWormtail Belt 2 essentia: +4 Natural Armor\nOngoing effects: Shillelagh on Club 1/10\n \n\n\n\nYour go\n\n\n\nSuzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Oathbreaker round 2: \n\nOathbreaker cackles with glee as he drops his large katana and charges to C14, attacking with his smaller katana.\n\nKatana Attack! (1d20+8)[ 20 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+4)[ 5 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+4)[ 12 ] \n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 14 , Touch: 10 , FF: 12 \n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: J15 \n Current Buffs: None\n \n \n\n\nyour turn." }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Ooooooh! Close, but no cigar!\n\n\n\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 9 ] \n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13 AC: 22 FF: 20 Touch: 12\nPosition: B 14\nSouldmelds:\nRageClaws 0 essentia: Fight until -10 HP\nWormtail Belt 2 essentia: +4 Natural Armor\nOngoing effects: Shillelagh on Club 2/10\n \n\n\n\n\nYour go\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "[B]Oathbreaker round 3:[/B\n\nMore Samauri action! (ya know, I forgot to add strength and a half to damage for wielding a sword two handed last round. oh well...)\n\nKatana Attack! (1d20+6)[ 25 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+6)[ 10 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+6)[ 9 ] \n\nTail Attack! (1d20)[ 1 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20)[ 3 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+2)[ 5 ] /\\ If it crits (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: C14 \n Current Buffs: None\n \n \n\n\nedit: Did that one get you?" }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Indeed! Ya got me, for reference, I've got 22 AC\n\n\n\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 10 ] \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 3 AC: 22 FF: 20 Touch: 12\nPosition: B 14\nSouldmelds:\nRageClaws 0 essentia: Fight until -10 HP\nWormtail Belt 2 essentia: +4 Natural Armor\nOngoing effects: Shillelagh on Club 3/10\n \n\n\nYour go\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": " Oathbreaker round 4: \n\nEssenstia. I hate that stuff (when I don't use it).\n\nKatana Attack! (1d20+6)[ 15 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+6)[ 12 ] /\\ If it crits (1d10+6)[ 9 ] \n\nTail Attack! (1d20)[ 20 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20)[ 7 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+2)[ 7 ] /\\ If it crits (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n[SIZE=\"1\"] Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: C14 \n \n\n\nEdit: And I think its the tail for the win!" }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "Actually, thanks to my rageclaws, I don't fall unconscious until -10 HP\n\n\n\nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 10 ] \n\n\n\nStats\n[spoiler]HP: 3 AC: 22 FF: 20 Touch: 12\nPosition: B 14\nSouldmelds:\nRageClaws 0 essentia: Fight until -10 HP\nWormtail Belt 2 essentia: +4 Natural Armor\nOngoing effects: Shillelagh on Club 4/10\n\n\n\nyour go" }, { "author": "Suzuro", "message": "..can you have a ref give you this match? I forfeit, I'll be gone for a week and I don't want to worry about this right now....\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro" }, { "author": "Paladin Latham", "message": "That attack of mine put you at -4 and your attack put you at -5. I don't mind telling the refs. Good game, you could have clobbered me if I hadn't rolled well." }, { "author": "Bigmac", "message": " Oathbreaker wins and gets his due rewards " } ]
[ { "author": "calijames", "message": " Welcome to Neogaia this the new world started as soon as the human had started to destroy himself and the planet I am Yannick Lepage god of youth and knowledge I am the one who destroy your world and brought you here " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel sits up on the grass and looks around her, seeing other similarly dazed people. And then there's this mysterious Yannick guy who said he just blew up Earth, or something like that. The texture of the grass, the humidity of the air, and the charred remnants of her clothing all seem much too real to be a dream. She shakes her head in an attempt to clear her swirling thoughts, looks up at Yannick and asks the obvious question:\n\n \"Am I dead?\" " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " No your are not dead your are the only survivor og the human race, Neogaia is a world create for all the magic creature who use to lived on the Earth but was destroyed by the human. The problem is that the mighty race of the elf has gotten to much power and is starting to look like the humans looks like, so we decided to take the purest of you and to bring them on Neogaia to kill the Elf sorecer-king Vanadia. But you have not enough power to do that for the moment. you need to go to the temple of Lumina and ask for her help, take that way and you''ll encounter someone to guide you to the temple and he live" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres shakes his head, trying to clear it of the massive headache he has. He wakes up and looks around, seeing a small group of people around him. He hears Yannick explain the situation and sees his equipment lying next to him.\n\n \"So you are the one who killed my parents and destroyed my farm? I suppose if what you're sayin' is true, I don't have much power to bring 'em back... Elves you say? Well I'll be. \n\nHe stands up and walks to Raquel, offering to help her up.\n\n The names Andres. I see we'll be undertaking this \"mission\" together. \n\nEdit:Spelling and grammar, my old enemies." }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel is too stunned to fully comprehend what she just heard, let alone decide whether or not to believe it. However, she accepts the hand up, using caution to remain modest in what's left of her jeans and boatneck tee. She takes a small step back and folds her arms in what could be intepreted either as insecurity or determination, as she curls her bare toes in the thick grass. She looks at the others, still supine and groaning, and says to Andreas, \"Do you think they're OK? I feel a little shaken but I don't think I'm...como se dice...injured.\" " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " I ain't a doctor, but I don't see any sort of injuries on 'em. I have a headache, sure, but nothing serious. What do you think about the \"god\" of there, Yannick. This sure isn't the Earth I remember and this sure isn't where I remember being. Call me a gullible fool, but this guy is the only one with answers, so for now I'm gonna take him at his word. \n\nAndres walks over to the equipment set out for him and starts to examine the axe and armor.\n\nTo Yannick:\n Is all this mine? " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Without waiting for the now-distant Yannick to turn around and reply, Raquel spies a cloak at her feet and fastens it around herself, looking much more comfortable and confident now. Next she picks up a gleaming longsword, discovering with some amusement that it is of comparable heft and balance to the swords she once used in the bullfighting arena. She looks at Andres, raises her (slightly singed) eyebrows, and shrugs." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres bends down and picks up the leather vest with metal studs covering it. He puts it on and rolls his shoulders, twists at the waist and flexes his muscles. He feels comfortable, the armor barely seems restricting at all. He next picks up the huge axe and swings it through the air. He views it approvingly. He used similar tools on the farm. He sees there is also a sword and maybe 10 javelins on the ground where the axe once was. He tucks the sword away in its sheath and places it under his belt. The quiver of javelins goes around his back. He looks at Raquel and smiles.\n\n Well don't we just look like a couple of warriors? Heh, I sure hope these won't prove to be necessary. I ain't afraid of a fight, but I didn't sign up for killing and I sure as heck didn't ask to die. " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel gives a noncommittal \"Hmm,\" but buckles the wide belt bearing the sword and scabbard around her slender waist, ignoring the rest of her equipment for now. She walks over to kneel down next to the other woman in the group, who is just now coming to her senses." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre just woke up and saw the strange man saying that he destroyed the Earth and disappearing an he saw the two other persons getting up hello, i'm Pierre Laroche he pick up the his equipment and get up" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie, a woman with long flowing red hair, tangled up behind her. She wears an outfit more suitable for a night club in the big city than some meadow. She's wearing a somewhat slinky v-line blouse matched with a short skirt and a pair of healed shoes. Lorie starts to mumble softly to herself as if she had the worst hangover ever... and perhaps she does.\n\n \"What in the?\" Lorie grumbles as she lets several explitives of dubious politeness towards whatever that \"god\" is, still seemingly not fully believing what has occured as how could all be gone? Thinking perhaps her drinks that night were drugged or something. As she sits up slowly she panics slightly looking around frantically as if she had lost her dearest friend, \"Where's my guitar!!!?!?!?\" She is looking over the equipment perhaps not seeing anything at first." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Whoa there miss. We don't want anyone having a heart attack. My name is Andres, Mexican by way of Indiana. I see that you have been chosen for this little...experiment? Whatever it is, we're all in the same boat now, so no use to fret. Now let's see if we can find that guitar... " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"What the world?\" Lorie gives a panicy look as she looks around before starting to calm down for a moment, \"Is this some sort of joke? I've got to find that, though, its my grandfather's and well...\" Lorie starts to look through the pile of her \"gear\" She looks at the armor and holds up the whip from the pile examining it for a moment before tossing both behind her as she digs through. Furiously she shuffles through the stuff, although she handles the clothing a bit more carefully." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " It's seems that we only have some equipment for fighting well, that means that I don't have my hat and you don't have your guitar miss? is saying with his french accent,he throw a glance to andreas\n hello mister Andreas I'm Pierre Laroche, I'm from Quebec, and You right we are all in the same boat so we should stop to panic and follow the path that the presume god indicate us. " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres nods to Pierre\n\n He's probably right. I know that a few of us might be having some doubts about this whole thing, but when life gives you lemons...Heh, my mother used to say that to me whenever we hit hards times. I vote for following that strange man's directions, because to be honest: I don't see what other choice we have \n\nAndres gathers the rest of his gear and waits for the rest of the group to decide for themselves." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Your mother was a wise women Andres, do you mind I call you by your first name? he stand up put his equipment and wait next to Andres while waiting for Lorie" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"I've got to be dreaming...\" Lorie just shakes her head as she starts to go through what she's going through her belongings and looks down at her cloths... \"Ummm...\" Lorie looks around for some place to get changed out of sight, and grabs the cloths... \"Guess I ought to get changed... won't make it far in this dream otherwise.\" Lorie says wismically." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres chuckles.\n\n Don't worry miss, we won't look. That just leaves you Raquel..Are you with us? " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " I Think you right miss Idon'tknowyourname but see just there I think there is some more comfortable clothes for you he's pointing the place where there was Lorie equipement You can change he said with a indictable pervert looks in his eyes" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie waves out the cloths she had been hiding behind her back with a grin as she starts to move off towards some sheltering trees. \"I'm Lorie.\" She just chuckles slightly, \"And I'm either insane or dreaming.\" She moves off behind the nearest shrub or other plant life tha makes a screen, apparently not seeming too shy about changing in the open, but well not wanting to give a show. Before heading back to gather up the rest of her equipment.\n\nEdit: Coloring..." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Oh well hello Lorie, You know if we are the only survivor on the human race we'll need to repopulate the race, so we'll see your body soon enough he has a big smile on his face" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie quickly dons and sorts through the rest of her equpment. Putting on the studded leather armor, a rapier, and the whip. Putting on the back, the quiver, and figuring out how to carry the short bow along with." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Are you ready young miss? shall we go now? " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"Yeah I am.\" Lorie brushes her hair back and just laughs a bit as she smirks slightly." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Maybe we should walk in special order, I propose Andreas first, Raquel in second, me third and Lorie last. What do you think of this ? " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres seems anxious to go, like a child waiting in line for a ride at the state fair. He grips his greataxe tightly in front of him, drinking in its flawless design. When he comes out of his trance, he looks at each member of the ragtag group and smiles.\n\n Well,Pierre, you seem to have seen where we are supposed to go, so point me in the right direction and I will be happy to stay in the lead. " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie shrugs slightly, \"Okay with me, I suppose. I mean what could happen?\" " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " well, the \"gods\" said that we should follow this path and we'll find someone to guide us, so let's follow this path pointing at a path from the top of the hill whose going down the mountain and disappearing in a forest" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " No offense Miss Lorie, but we are, supposedly, on a new planet seeking out the elven sorcerer-king. I wouldn't rule anything out. \n\nOnce Pierre has shown him the way, Andres starts off on the path (I assume we are using the path Pierre suggested)." }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie pulls out a water skin and just shrugs as she takes a drink before following at the end of the group quietly." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre follow Andreas and Raquel and started to go down the mountain following the path (yes because it's the only way 😛 )" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie giggles as she unsheaths her Rapier and starts to play around with it hacking and slashing and poking around like they do with the movies as she follows around in the back. A couple times she almost hurts herself without even realizing it." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres continues cautiously in front, suddenly much more wary of this new place. The implications of the fact that they have all been given weapons has suddenly hit him. He is keeping his eyes and ears open for anything suspicious." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " You should be careful whit this, it seems very sharp you can hurt someone the party continue walking and enter in the forest" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"Well perhaps they'll train us in these or soemthing.\" Lori just shakes her head as she makes a couple attempts to before getting the rapier resheathed properly." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " So we are in the forest it's been a while I've sawn such big trees the night started to fall maybe we should make a camp for tonight " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres will look for any type of clearing and suggest making camp there.\n\n Seems like I have a tent and a bedroll here. There seems to be room for two in the tent if someone doesn't mind sleeping next to me. I think setting watches wouldn't be the worst idea. I haven't the slightest idea what sort of animals or creatures are in this forest, and I don't fancy waking up in the jaws of some monster. I'll take the first watch. " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"I don't object, albeit I must admit a bit nicer than walking around the city. But does someone know how to make fires and such, I mean we should have a camp fire right? Thats what you do when you camp?\" Lorie seems a bit green and honestly questioning about camping as she peers around the forest curiously." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Well I wouldn't call myself a outdoorsman, but I've been camping in the mountains with my Dad. I should be able to strike up a fire if I have enough time. \n(Do you want some kind of roll here or can I just take 20 to make the fire?)" }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " I always have a lighter on me just in case, so if we pick some wood we can make a fire, maybe we can make turn of guard " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " You three can go ahead and settle down for now. Go ahead and make use of my tent. I'll wake Pierre up for the next watch. " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"Aye, well I guess that works... Mind if I take last watch? I well..\" Lorie just suddenlyt yawns a little bit, \"I didn't like get a lot of sleep before the end of the world.\" Then she starts to wander off to collect wood but not too far, certainly within ear shot." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " ok nice to you Andres Pierre start to pick some wood and some dry herb and some rocks around the wood and he open his zippo put fire to the herb which start to make a nice fire camp I will wake up Raquel after my hour " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres continues to stoke the fire during his watch. He constantly looks around, looking for signs of danger in the darkness. He is keeping his greataxe in his hands in case he should need it." }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie starts to get ready for bed, taking off her armor, and starting to get out her bedroll, ready to settle in for the night." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre detach his bedroll and goes to bed\n\n \n Spoiler \nI will now assume that everyone is in bed except for Andreas\n \n\n\nAt the end of your hour a bear appears you looks at him and you feel something strange about him he fall." }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie is sleeping near the fire out in the open in her bedroll. Near her are her weapons, although her bow is unstrung and not ready to be used." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres grabs his greataxe and slowly rises, careful not to provoke the bear. He backs away a few feet so that he is in between the bear and his sleeping friends. He doesn't want to wake them, because he really doesn't not want anyone to startle the bear. He will just remain where he is and wait for the bear to leave." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "the bear doesn't leave and seems to be dead" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres slowly and cautiously walks up to the bear, ready to jump back if the bear shows any sign of movement." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "in a quicky movement the bear bite Andreas at the leg\n\n \n Spoiler \n he have you because I roll a 14+11=25 to touch you loose 1HP\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel wakes up and, taking in the situation, quickly dons her gear to prepare for action, but takes care to remain quiet so as not to startle the bear should it only be sleeping." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "The bear saw Raquel and prepare to attack Raquel\n \n Spoiler \n Nice to see you up Bone_Crusher\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres yells in pain and swings his greataxe down on the bear.\n\nHope I'm doing this right...\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d12+6)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\nEdit:Laptop is about to die and it's late so I am done for the night. I will check first thing tomorrow though. Goodnight all" }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "(Yep that's right)\n\nThe axe finish the bear who was almost dead.\n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude check for Andres 3+5=8 you Failed \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel wakes up the others, throws some more wood on the fire and suggests we all look around and listen for anything else suspicious ( Spot [Roll]1d20+2[/Roll] and Listen [Roll]1d20+2[/Roll] checks ).\n\nIf nothing else seems to be in the area, she cautiously approaches the bear and flicks it in the eyeball to make sure there is no response to stimulus ( indicating -10 hit points...she learned this in nursing school ).\n\nIf the bear is completely dead, she searches it for signs of anything unusual ( Search check : [Roll]1d20+2[/Roll]), especially for any signs of wounds or sickness that would have explained why the animal seemed to be almost dead when it shambled in. ( DM, if you need it, here's a Heal check to apply my medical knowledge: [Roll]1d20+6[/Roll]... I'm not using my healing kit because I'm not trying to heal the bear.) \n\nAs she is doing these things, she quietly asks Andres, \"Are you OK?\" " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "OOC: OK, that rolling on an edit post didn't seem to work, let me try double posting here...sorry. \n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nSearch: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nHeal (for knowledge of wounds): (1d20+6)[ 16 ] " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Raquel didn't find anything suspicious on the Bear but you found that there is something very... human on this bear but there is nothing more on it\nyou heard the noise of the wind, but nothing strange\n What is it? what happens? he saw the bear and Raquel next to him Be careful, it can be a lycanthrope, when there are next to dying, they love to play dead to give their power to someone else then he saw Andres Did you get bite " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "(11 hp)\n\n Yeah it got me. I managed to finish it off though. Poor thing was half dead to begin with. What exactly is a lycanthrope Pierre? " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " It is a sickness well known in the middle age and which transform people into werewolf, but some of the werewolf bite some bear, rat, boar and other animal " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " So you're suggesting that the bear that bit me was actually a werebear? Heh, would that make me a werebear now? \n\nAndres shakes his head. He tears off a piece of his cloak and wets it with water from his waterskin and proceeds to clean off the raw skin around the bite. \"Werebears now? Who the hell made this place? Nah, can't be. I just flat out don't believe it.\" Andres thinks to himself. Nonetheless, he glances back down at the wound every few minutes, as if expecting himself to sprout fur." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " YOu know it's juste legend so don't be afraid, I'm naturally have no trust in anything so, it can be just a regular bear and you wound we'll heal soon enough " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Well I sure hope you're right Pierre. I wasn't hurt that bad anyhow. It's your watch by the way, Pierre. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed mine heh heh... " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " For sure, you should go to bed, I'll take care of the dead bear. see you tomorrow. " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres wraps his cut and settles down into his bedroll to fall asleep" }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel resists the urge to freak out at the bizarre events of the past few hours.\n\n \"I don't think there's anything I can do with this healing kit that would help Andres now. It's probably best that he sleeps now, but we should hurry to that temple of Lumina as soon as dawn breaks. Maybe they can help him there.\"\nKeep a close eye on him, Pierre. Wake me up if it looks like anything is wrong.\" \n\nRaquel takes off her armor and curls up in her bedroll again, hugging her sheathed sword close to her." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre draw his dagger and start to cut piece of the bear and put them in small bags\nMeanwhile Andres start to dream, and he dream about transforming in a fuzzy creature, he get out of the tent saw Pierre cutting piece of the dead bear, he wanted to attack him but he feel a shiver and he goes ride there he saw a big wooden door, he bolt in the door a break it then he saw 2 men with strange ears and face he kill one of them, the other one called ten more he killed all of them and then flee, he scent a nice sense of cooking meat.Andres woke up and saw Pierre some meat\n Wake up everybody breakfast is ready he said with a big smile" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres stirs and gets up. He does a few stretches, making sure to keep the calf where he was bit loose, as it had become very stiff and sore during the night.\n\n Well I'll be...Seems like we got ourselves a real chef. This smells delicious, Pierre. I guess that lycanthropy stuff really got to me, heh heh. Judgin' by the dream I had, I could swear I was a bona fide bear. " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " \"<yawn> ...Umm...that smells delicious, and I'm starving, but...just what exactly are you cooking there Pierre?\" " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres eats his meat in silence (a rarity in itself), sitting a little apart from the rest of the group. He looks pensieve and restless. He finishes quickly and walks over to the group.\n\n Well guys, as soon as you all finish, I vote for following the path towards the temple. I'll gather up my stuff and wait by the path. \n\nAnd at that he grabs his greataxe, swings his backpack and javelins onto his back, tucks away his sword, and walks of toward the path." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "As soon as the Andres say that a guy with a big white coat and with a big hat and black eyes\n you are the less discreet people I've ever seen in my whole life, I'm not surprised that a bear attack you " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " ANDRES \n And who might you be sir? \n\nAndres takes a few steps towards the man, gripping his greataxe menacingly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Ganondorf I'm ganondorf Druid elf of this forest at the service of the God Yannick, he send me to guide you to the temple of Lumina " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n Yannick told us to expect a guide. I suppose you that would be you. I also take it that you were watching us throughout the night and felt no need to help us against the bear. You're lucky I'm such a trusting kinda guy, because if I wasn't, I wouldn't trust you one bit. In fact, I wouldn't want to follow you at all. But I will leave that decision up to my fine companions. \n\nAndres promptly turns his back on the man and sits down next to the dying fire." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Gannondorf \n I wanted to see how you doing so that's why i didn't step in the battle, and I was right after all, you finally eat the bear. it take a piece of the meat we'll go as soon as you are finished " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel straightens up to her full 5 feet 8 inches and put her hands on her hips. She eyes the stranger and ponders his intentions (Sense Motive: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] ).\n\n \"Well, Mister Ganandorf, ever since someone decided to take it upon themselves to destroy our world, it seems that events are out of our hands. Lead on, just don't talk down to us. And give us a minute to finish breaking camp.\" \n\nWithout waiting for a response, Raquel dons her gear and hisses to Pierre, \"As long as that's not bear meat, I'll eat a few bites before you put everything away.\" She then turns to Lorie and gives her an encouraging, determined smile. \"You might be glad you don't have that guitar with you today. I have a feeling we've got a good walk ahead of us.\" " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n I see our decision has been reached. I will follow directly behind our guide. Do all y'all approve of using the same marching order as yesterday? \n\nAndres helps Raquel break camp and dons all his gear." }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " Raquel \n \"Wait a sec - Lorie had to run over to the little girl's tree for a moment. When she comes back, whatever she says, I'm fine with.\" \n\nShe pauses and sighs.\n\n \"You know, I think I've just decided to stop being angry. There's nothing we can do to bring our world back, and it's not doing me any good to keep dwelling on it. What we need to do now is to focus on surviving, and I think our best chance at that is for us to... que es la palabra... adapt to whatever society is here, whatever we find at this temple. Even though the stubborn part of me says not to do anything these gods and druids and such say, we can't just wander around the woods aimlessly. At first I thought you were reckless for the way you've been charging ahead, but I suppose the truth is you're just doing a better job at adapting than I am. At any rate, how are you feeling? Any residual effects from that bear bite?\" " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Please stop the crap, I don't really like human they have destroyed our race and our world by stopping believing in all our gods they have destroyed them, be sure that the only reason that I don't kill you is that my god Yannick told me to protect you and guide you to Lumina temple " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n The bite seems to have healed up fairly well, just a little stiff and sore. And you're right, I think our old lives are up and gone. No good to dwell on it. I'm just glad I don't have to explore this new world alone, or weaponless. \n Andres spins on Ganondorf:\n And thank you, oh mighty servant of Yannick, for stooping to lead us lowly humans to the temple of Lumina. As soon as Lorie comes back from her..business... just get us to the temple with as little delay as ya can. " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"Yeah, I'm all ready to go.\" Lorie quietly walks along back into the encampment with a frown on her face at the wording and just shakes her head slightly. She does manage to keep her hair in decent shape and the like and dealing with such." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n Well, by my count we're all here Ganondorf. Lead the way. I think we should try to travel as much as ground as possible. I want to get out of these woods as soon as possible. \n\nAs Andres stands up, he absent-mindedly strokes the bandage that Raquel placed over his wound. Although the wound is healing nicely, he feels a sharp pain in his leg every few minutes, and a strange tingling sensation has been slowly crawling up his leg into his stomach all day. The graphic dream of last night has not left his mind either." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " So let's go \nAfter a 20 minutes walk and a lot of sinuous path arrived at big tower in gold with a big blue righting on the top, here only the most purest can go inside and help the world with the power of gods" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie pauses momentarily as the building comes into view, before moving up towards Ganondorf and asking, \"The temple?\" Lorie asks retorically before moving on already to the next, \"What is your god about then? What does he stand for?\" She continues to treck onwards along moving with graceful strides even if the armor and the sword do not seem to fit her." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Lumina is the goddess of the magic and she created this world, what happened is that she was almost dying when a human start to believe in her and she gains a little more of power to be able to create a world and some people who believed in her, that's how the gods of this world was create and then each of them create peoples who believed in each of them.\nNow please enter the temple Lumina wants to talk to you " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " Lorie \n \"Oh,\" Lorie breaths in quietly frowning slightly, \"That sounds like a sad tale to be told, there.\" \n\nShe walks on and perks up as we start to approach the temple. Lorie's eyes are enchanted by the new sights and sounds as she peers about with a child like interest. \"Lets go then, I'd like to see the temple.\" She bounces slightly." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n\nAndres is impressed by the size of the temple, having only been to a real cities a few times in his life. He is suddenly at ease with himself and with this world, forgetting the troubled dream of the night before.\n\n Well I'll be... Makes the whole bear episode worth it. \n\nHe walks boldly through the front doors, eyes moving around rapidly, anxious to see all of it but not knowing where to start.\n\nAfter the initial awe had subsided, Andres turned to Ganandorf with a slight frow on his face.\n Well, we've made it to the temple safely, and for that I thank you. But we no longer seem to be in need of a guide, so perhaps it would be best if we parted ways... " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \"Uggg, I can't believe you guys let me sleep through that.\" Lorie just shakes her head slightly just smiles as she looks around with more curiosity than perhaps wonderment so far... Then again, this could have been built on the earth she knew. (please correct me if I misunderstood)\n\n \"We should see what deeds of daring and dashing they have brought upon us here.\" She giggles as she enters into the temple." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " I wasn't waiting for you to tell me that and then he disappear, the door closed behind you and then a big light appear and you hear a voice of a women telling you welcome in my temple young human you are the last race to be born on this world and I ,Lumina,am the goddess of the god and of the light my evil brother Chicas want to get rid of me and my followers and take control of the world I need you to help me your are my last hope.Chicas is the god of the mighty elf and he know that the only way to kill him is with a powerful arcana magic and I'm the only one to posses that power but I'm not powerful enough to beat him so that's why I'll give you this she give at pierre a big shining sphere\n This the sphere of magic each person who touch this sphere has the ability of using arcana magic and use feats use it well and don't let anybody use it. Andres this for you Andres transform into a werebear and stay calm look at that mirror your are now able to transform as you will and to transform to something that is between your to form. Raquel this my cloak that will help your evil foes. Lorie this your guitar your are a bard and so you'll need an instrument but i have changed a little bit. Now go get more powerful and beat my evil brother and his followers.Oh and one more thing some of my brother followers change they believed and now are following me. They should help you in your quest. the light disappear and the door open you felt all a little dizzy for 2 second and then it when back you are all surprise that you know some move with your weapons that you didn't know before and the magic caster have some strange word and formula in their head.The room is pretty big and empty you can only see the stone of the cavern all the temple is gone .\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk so Now you all have your feats and magic back and you are all Level 5\nAndres: Your are now conscious of your lycanthropy so you can control it\nLorie: Your guitar is now blessed: +2 of your magic every day\nRaquel:The goddes gave you a Cloak of Charisma +4\nPierre: Have nothing special\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel examines the exquisite cloak and delights in the way it falls delicately from her shoulders. Something tells her this is no gimmick. She feels more confident and prepared to triumph over any forces of darkness!" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Just lets her mouth drop open slightly as she blinks looking down. She looks to speak but no words come out as she clutches at her guitar, tightly. The new knowlege and such is rather overwhelming as she for the moment just takes her time to sort it out. Finally looking towards the familiar instrument." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres looks at his hands, which had been giant paws just a minute ago. \"So it was real...\" he thinks to himself. He is shaking slightly, guilty with the knowlege of the murders he committed, even if he was in no way in control during the acts. \"I will never harm innocents again, never use this curse against those who can't defend themselves.\" He stands up, looking resolute.\n\n Well guys, looks like we are much better off than we were before, but we can't get too confident. Sounds like we're gonna have to deal with a genuine god soon enough, so we have to always be on the alert. We don't want anybody else going animal on us do we? Heh heh...Well Miss Lorie, mind treating us to a little diddy? That guitar meant so darn much to you, I want to see if you can use it heh heh. " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie looks down at her guitar and strums out a few notes, which echo slightly in the open empty temple. Lorie then looks up with a slight smile, \"That sounds like a good idea, Andres.\" Lorie says quietly and looks around, \"But we should head outside first, I think.\" Her voice is quiet and somewhat contemplative and she seems to be in thought as she turns towards the entrance." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n Of course Miss Lorie,the singer picks the stage. But first I kinda wanted to ask Lumina if there was a particular path or mission she wanted us to complete? I know that the ultimate goal of this whole thing is to destroy Chicas, but maybe there's something we can do to weaken him or some of his followers beforehand? " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie blinks a little bit then nods slightly... \"Yeah... sorry, its just this is so much to... Well lets ask first then I shall play.\"" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n Sorry to ask for a performance and then delay it, Miss Lorie. But Lumina, we would all willingly take on any special mission that you need accomplished. We certainly aren't experts on the local geography, but with a few directions we should be able to make it alright. \n\n\"Anything to avoid another stuck-up guide.\" Andres muttered under his breath" }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " Maybe we should go to that village we've seen not that far from the cave when we arrived suggest Pierre" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n The village seems like a good place to start. I vote that we head out after our pretty Miss Lorie has sung us her tune. \n\nAndres motions for the group to go outside and then sits down on the grass a little way away from the temple, waiting for Lorie's song." }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " Lorie \n \"Sounds like as good as anything else.\" Lorie makes her way out as she starts to pluck and tune the guitar and warm up a little bit. It takes time as she frowns a little bit, trying to simply tune it by ear. After anyone who is interested she settles down quietly closing her eyes as she starts to strum some thing in a minor key. The wafting notes filled with air like ghosts haunting the room. As she starts to sing, its a haunting voice that seems to fill the the air, the guitar playing not keeping up as she lets the emotions flow through her voice. The sorrow and darkness mixes in her emotions with the haunting tendrils of hope as she sings her heart out. Her body moving with each beat and movement, until the last final note fades away. Quietly she starts to shed a few quiet tears as she looks down at the guitar.\n\n\nOOC: I didn't want to quote the whole song, but I generally borrow songs when playing singer types.\n http://www.tracygrammer.com/php/lyrics.php?uid=501 \n http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=3158 " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "when Andres gets out he felt something on his shoulders and suddenly his skin turn red and he feel Bloated but it passed right away, after that Gannondorf appears\n Well we can make it the soft way or the hard way, give me the sphere of arcane magic and I will let you live \n \n Spoiler \nThis is the Fortitude Save for Andres, it was succesful \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel uses her Detect Evil ability as she moves forward to stand between Pierre and Gannandorf." }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie instinctively, much to her surprise, moves her hand to her rapier, opening her mouth to prepare to speak." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Your think you can beat me? let me laugh hahahahahahahahaha, do you know that I'm protect by Chikas Laktos? You can never me\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n For the detect evil of Raquel:Is not Evil\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " Enough games! shouts Raquel. She feints as if to attack to the right...\n\n \n Spoiler \nRoll for Initiative (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nRoll for Bluff (feint) check (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n I've been waiting to do this for a long time... Heh heh \n\nAndres grabs his greataxe and moves towards Ganandorf. He feels his temper rising, remembering the nights he spent depressed in his mothrer's arms after fights at school. He is angry, unable to control himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEntering a rage...Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \nAttack: (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \nwait your are not the first to do attack\n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \n the order of attack is Gannondorf (ini 24),Lorie (ini 18), Pierre(ini 14), Andres (ini 10), Raquel (ini 8), Thoqqua (ini 2)\n \n\n\ngannondorf stared to incanted and a big worm appears with a nose if form of a drill in fire" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie moves around him as she draws her rapier, trying to get him so he can't cast so easily.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI don't know, but if I can start singing to inspire courage as I move and draw I will do so.\n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYou can move and do inspire courage but you cannot attack and do inspire courage\n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI know I can't move, draw, and attack. So I'll do the inspire courage then.\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " \n Spoiler \nJust FYI, when Andres' turn comes, he will be taking the action I posted above. I'll be able to keep the same rolls right?\n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre started to say some strange words and he started to think to his parents who loved demons and loved playing with fire and then he remember the ball of tennis he used to play with when a was young and the ball of tennis take fire and he cries and he open his eyes and said\n FIREBALL!!!!!!!!!! \n \n Spoiler \n Gannondorf take 22 damage and yes no problem for your roll checks\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n I've been waiting to do this for a long time... Heh heh \n\nAndres grabs his greataxe and moves towards Ganandorf. He feels his temper rising, remembering the nights he spent depressed in his mothrer's arms after fights at school. He is angry, unable to control himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEntering a rage...Initiative:10\nAttack:25\nDamage:22\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel moves into flanking position and feints to throw Gannondorf off, knowing that she and her companions may need every advantage to strike a blow should this foe be as formidable as he claims. Inspired by Lorie's magical song, with the terrible beauty of her wrath upon her face, Raquel raises her gleaming blade and prepares to strike down the so-called druid, caught off guard...\n\n \n Spoiler \n See previous Bluff check, since Raquel just now got her initiative. On her next turn she will actually make her attack roll with whatever bonuses apply.\n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Gannondorf avoid the strike of Andres and become invisble,meanwhile the worm attack Raquel and hurt and burn her.\n\n[SPOILER]Thoqqua attack: 1d20+4 (touch)=19\nDamage: 1d6+3+2d6 of fire= 15\nPierre=22HP\nLorie=27HP\nAndres=44HP\nRaquel=16HP" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie moves to flank the creature letting out a rough new york accented curse in English, as she jabs the creature with her rapier as she stops singing.\n\n[spoiler] Lorie drops the song, effect will last for the next five rounds.\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] This roll is +2 if the creature can be flanked.\nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \n[spoiler]" }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Pierre just sawn Gannondorf dissapear and he thought I want to find him, he betrayed me has my parents did I have to kill him as I did for my parents and all of a sudden he started to see differently and he see a strange aura coming from the back of Lorie and he said\n Becareful Lorie behind you \n \n Spoiler \nno you didn't touch the monster AC of 18 ☹️\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres blinks for a second as Ganandorf disappeared in front of him, but then immediately went after the strange looking beast near him.\n\n Aren't you an ugly little guy? \n \n Spoiler \nattack: (1d20+11)[ 30 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "The worm make strange cries and his noses start to be red and really hot" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie decides to try to trust Pierre as she turns her rapier to jab at the air behind her, before attempting to tumble away from her spot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf there is someone there and Lorie gets her hit percentage... Yeah this probably is meaningless.\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \nTumble: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] She will try to move closer to the barbarian.\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel slices with her longsword at the same area that Lorie attacked, hoping that the invisible Gannondorf will be unprepared for her attack thanks to her earlier feint.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n+2 to attack for flanking\n+1 morale bonus to attack and damage\nGannondorf gets no dexterity modifier to AC because of feint\n50% miss chance because of invisibility (for DM to roll)\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \nYou both missed the place roll of lorie first roll of raquel second, the tumble check is good \n \n\n\nthe worm seems pissed of and attack Andres but at the last moment Andres avoid the attack and after that Gannondorf who was just behind Lorie, take a 5 meter jump backward and started to summon and a terrible Big bear appears in the front of Lorie and Raquel" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Seeing that the guy is making a full round spell, Lorie is going to run up and try to strike him with her rapier while he's still casting (hoping to disrupt the summoning).\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \nSpellcraft: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n\nAndres jumps aside as the worm lunges at him, feeling its heat as it passes just to the left of his body. He is completely absorbed in the combat, reveling in his natural ability and how good the axe feels in his hands. He suddenly feels a strange sensation inside and sees his hands beginning to sprout claws and expand. He concentrates hard and fights down the feeling, turning back to the fight at hand." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Lorie hit Gannondorf but he continue casting and he finally make appear the bear" }, { "author": "Oslecamo", "message": "Pierre's mind continued to flash with memories. The dark holiday nights when fireworks would clear away the darkness. He points up his hands and shoots a golden ball wich flies onwards and explodes in a sparkling rain.\n\n\"You try to hide reality from us! Now you shall be the blind one! GLITTERDUST!!!!!!!!!!!\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast glitterdust(will DC 16). I don't really know where everybody is so I'll cast the glitterdust in a way wich the area of effect:\n1-Doesn't hit any of my allies\n2-Hits the place where the invisible druid is so we can finally see him. I assume this is the place where Lorie managed to stab something in the air.\n3-Hits as many summoned monsters as possible besides the druid. The bear has priority over the other summoned monsters but the druid is a must hit.\n\nOh, and a move action to get far away from all the nasty biting monsters. I assume I wasn't in threat range from any of them.\n\nI would throw a fireball but with so much people in melee I would probably hit allies too.\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres swings his greataxe high, hoping to finish his fight with the worm so he can aid his allies.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \nDamage: (1d12+10)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel purses her lips and blows at a bloody lock of hair in her face as she presses her attack on the druid once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n+2 to attack for flanking\n+1 morale bonus to attack and damage\n50% miss chance if Gannandorf is still invisible (for DM to roll)\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Gannondor dodge the strike of Raquel and he start to incanted but suddenly a big appear and Gannondorf dissapear and a BIG DIRE BEAR take is place" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie jabs at the bear with her rapier, \"Where did he go?\" She glances over her head towards Pierre as she ducks and attempts to thrust her rapier through the bear.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Andres \n\nAndres roars triumphantly as the worm drops dead to the ground. He then rushes over to the giant bear that threatens his new friends. He notices that this bear looks way too big and gives him a strange, sinking feeling in his stomach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attacking Dire Bear:\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d12+9)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " Raquel \n\nRaquel likewise attacks the Dire Bear, coordinating her attack with Andres' such that the bear has trouble defending effectively against either of them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n+2 to attack for flanking\n+1 morale bonus to attack and damage\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 30 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d8+3)[/roll]\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " \n Spoiler \n Sorry about the typo error. Damage: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Andres Charge but failed to penetrate is hard skin, Raquel touch the big bear at the leg and the bear became angry, Lorie touch the bear and hurt him in the arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \nwainting for the turn of pierre\n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nShoot, out of turn. Sorry, its Pierre's turn isn't it.\n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \nyep you're are totaly right\n " }, { "author": "Oslecamo", "message": "\"Wow now that's a big bear!\"-screamed Pierre-\"If at least we could had someone so big on our side...\"Pierre's mind was again filled with memories, of cartoon heros who could change his size-\"Wait, we can have!\"\n\nHe runned at Andres and touched his back screaming \"ENLARGE! Go at them mate!\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry about the delay. I approach Andre and cast enlarge person on him, in such a way I'm not in reach of any of the bears when I cast the spell. He's a werebear but still an humanoid so it should work.\n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres swells up to twice his size and laughs. He swings his now enormous greataxe and the dire bear.\n\n I'm not missing again! \n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (3d6+11)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " Raquel \nRaquel's face is flint and her eyes are steel, the composure the matadora must have to survive in the ring. The visceral emotions of frustration and fear are exposed only by her piercing grita , rising high above the din of combat. A spray of blood-drops fly from her sword as it slices toward Gannondorf once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n+2 to attack for flanking\n+1 morale bonus to attack and damage\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 5 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "The dire bear, scream and look at Raquel with a angry looks, a looks which said I hate you and he give a hit to Raquel who dodge with such grace and agility that for a moment the Dire bear was stonnish\n\nMeanwhile the Bear wich were standing behind Pierre attacked him and Pierre saw Raquel dodging the dire bear and try to make the same he closed his eyes and he thought of the pass of Raquel and it works apparently because he hadn't any trace of a claw on him" }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie grumbles slightly as she starts to sing again, an angry sounding dirge in English as she dives in attempting to jab her rapier through the Dire Bear's organs as it tries to claw where Raquel is.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \nDamage: (1d6+2)[ 7 ] \n " }, { "author": "Oslecamo", "message": "\"Crap, Andres still can't hit the damn bear. If he just could be a little faster, like Rachel...\"-tought Pierre\n\nA slow step away from the claws of the angry bear that was attacking him and Piere once again mutters mysterious arcane words.\n\n\"HASTE! You can do it! Believe in your power!\"-Pierre screamns, releasing a red light from his hand that flies towards Andres.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n5 foot step to get away from the bears and then I cast haste on Andre.\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " \"Finish him, Andres!\" gasps Raquel." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": " Please, Lumina, do not let me fail my friends again... \n\n[spoiler]Attacks: (1d20+11)[ 27 ] , \n Spoiler \n1d20+11[/roll]\nDamages: (3d6+11)[ 23 ] , (3d6+11)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "messed up second attack roll:\n\nAttack: [roll0]" }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "don't even know what happened there...Sorry\n\nattack #2: (1d20+11)[ 18 ] " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": " \n Spoiler \nno problem, mistake happens :), oh and why do you have two attacks?\n \n\n\nThe dire Bear have a lot of injuries but he his stil on his feet, he charge on Andres and attack with is two claws he hit Andres who take a jump of 20 meter.\n\nThe bear saw what Pierre did and he attack him with his two claws too and he propulse Pierre on his right and as soon as Pierre was at the right place for the other hand he strike Pierre with the other and and Pierre fall on the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo Andres you took 21 of damage and, Pierre you took 12\n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie quickly tumbles out of combat, as she starts to sing more heartedly as everyone starts to feel inspired with courage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLorie renews her bardic song, so the bonuses shall continue into the next round without disruption. I honestly don't remember if I need to tumble in 3.5 to withdrawl from combat against a creature with reach. (I assume the bear has 10 foot reach.)\nTumble: (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \n " }, { "author": "Oslecamo", "message": "Screaming in pain when the bear claws ripped trough his flesh, Andre decided it was time for drastic measures.\n\n THIS ENDS! NOW! FIREBAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!!! \n \n Spoiler \n\n5 foot step to get out of reach of the angry black bear and I shoot my last fireball at the dire bear in a way I don't hit any of my allies.\n\n (6d6)[ 20 ] \n\nAnd Andres has 2 attacks because he's buffed with haste.\n " }, { "author": "Oslecamo", "message": " \n Spoiler \n\nCrap I put 6d6 instead of 5d6. Sorry. Here it goes\n (5d6)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Encouraged by her party's teamwork, but furious at the bear/druid for mauling her friends, Raquel continues the melee.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n+2 to attack for flanking\n+1 morale bonus to attack and damage\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n \n\n\nEdit: OOC: This post is out of sequence. Raquel's turn immediately follows Andres'." }, { "author": "dual_wielder", "message": "Andres grunts in pain, but quickly shakes it off. He swings his greataxe again, hoping to keep the bear on the defensive.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attacks: (1d20+12)[ 30 ] , (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (3d6+12)[ 21 ] , (3d6+12)[ 28 ] \n \n\n\n\nEdit: Oops, one attack is only plus 2. The 15 should actually be a 25, so it looks like I hit both times again." }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "Andres hit the bear right between the leg and kill him in a lot of blood and grumble he fell on the floor. Meanwhile de dire bear who saw what Lorie did he decide to attack her but Just at this moment a men appear in front of her and block the big paw with his shield\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk tyonisus have a sign of lumina (wich is one half golden sun and half black sun wich can be separate) wich give you a +2 to all your DC when they are together and wich ends when separate\n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": "Lorie continues to sing her heart out, an angry and fighting sound to it as it carries an air that only a bard can project of courage. She ducks and weaves skillfully feinting one direction and the other, in case the bear takes a swipe at her, stepping behind the bear to flank as she tries to jab at its back.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI assume bears have a 10 foot reach and I need to make the tumble roll.\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \nTumble: (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n " }, { "author": "Ranthog", "message": " \n Spoiler \nI forgot to add the +2 for flanking if that does matter.\n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "the bear dodge Lorie\n\n \n Spoiler \n even with the +2 it is not enough ☹️ but he is almost dead you can do it\n " }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": "Raquel keeps on doing what she does best - swordplay.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] Damage - (1d8+3)[ 6 ] \n " }, { "author": "Tyonisius", "message": "::his palm is thrust outward toward the dire bear, fingers moving to make various holy signs:: Damniable beast. God's Word has called for your smiting. ::his hand turns to a fist momentarily before opening again, a beam of light shooting from it toward the bear::\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Searing Light \nTouch Attack Roll: (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (2d8)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "calijames", "message": "The strike of Raquel and Tyonisus finished the bear. He fell on the ground dead..." }, { "author": "Bonecrusher Doc", "message": " Raquel \n \" Ai, those bears were nearly the end of me. I'm more bloody than I ever was in la arena . Who are you, stranger?\" (Tyonisus) \"Thanks for helping to save our necks.\" " }, { "author": "Tyonisius", "message": " \"I am Tyonisius. A doctor from Earth. ::he walks over to Raquel, his hand glowing as it is placed upon her shoulder::\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Cure Moderate Wounds \n (2d8+5)[ 15 ] \n \n\n Glad I could help. Those bears seemed to be giving you guys a bit of trouble. Anyone else in need of healing? " } ]
[ { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The mayor of Xii'thktor stands over the table, impatient. He fiddles with his dagger, jeweled finders clacking together as he waits for all of you to enter his room. It's the basement of Town Hall, and the air is redolent with the smell of the oak barrels of beer stockpiled here.\n\n\"I am Yashar. I started my life out as a thief, then went into business, and now I am a mayor of a town. Interesting story, huh?\"\n\nHe doesn’t wait for any of you to answer.\n\n\"I want you to break into The Cube. None of you know what The Cube is, because none of you are two thousand years old. I myself learned of The Cube from the dead, who are tight-lipped when you first meet them but become very friendly if you give them enough time.\" Yashar speaks rapidly, lisping his words out of huge canine teeth. You don't know precisely what race he is, except that he looks like the cross between a rat, a lizard and a human. \"The dead also assume that the living will forget where they buried their treasure, given enough time. That is their one mistake; they think that the best revenge is a good death, buried with the gold they were too rich to spend in their lifetime. Enough!\"\n\nHe unfolds a large map, written on folding copper plates. The copper is ancient, long since gone to green and blue patina, but a feint enchantment has preserved it from rusting entirely. \"This is two thousand years old also. It is a cube, as it looks like. The last will and testament of the Lady of Glou-kton and her nameless husband. The Stone Race--no, they no longer exist, their home plane having collapsed on itself long ago--liked their treasure to themselves, and even death could not part them of it. The Cube is a giant metal box about 17 miles out of town. It has remained mostly intact through the centuries, except for a tiny corner that peeps out of the soil. We have no idea how many traps remain in the thing, or how many monster guards still live guard their mistress. Or what, if anything, remains in there. All other tombs of the Stone Race have treasure stockpiles so massive that a convoy of slaves is needed to empty them; I don't see this being any different. Now, you have been so patient as to hear me out; what questions do you have for me about this job?\"\n\nHe stands in the middle of the room, obviously impatient to get you out to the site of The Cube. Nonetheless he is apparently willing to listen to any of your concerns." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nThe blonde teenager stepped forward, to pull the map closer and peer at it. \" What plane is this on and how are we getting there? If there's as much treasure as you say, will you be equipping us with wagons and guards for them, or are we merely to kill the guardians, spring the traps, and wait for someone else to start clearing things out? \"" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon Sirame \n\nShe had made sure to arrive early, and it had paid off. From where she stood she commanded a good view of the room and all those within, without having to look around too conspicuously.\n\n \"What questions do you have for me about this job?\" More than you seem to have time for, really. Let's hope the others ask some of them for me, though, or I'll be talking much longer than I care to. By the Cudgel, that man makes me nervous! Breathe in - breathe out - let's see what we have, then, shall we?\" \n\nShe attempts to clear her head as she focuses her mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLinon begins detecting evil. As a spell-like ability, this does not have any verbal or somatic components, so it shouldn't be obvious.\n " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nArriving a second after on time, Lorretta has been through the Adventure explanation before. Not quite that surprised at the 2000 year old line considering the town and noticeably grinning while she listens to the mayor’s hasty quest.\n\n \"So... a treasure hunt. I've heard that one before. At least it's just treasure riding on our success.\" \n\nLoretta stands up and stretches a bit.\n\n \"You seem a bit on edge about us getting there, but if it's sat there 2000 years we can probably take our time and do it safely. Unless you've got an agenda beyond the cities wealth.\" \n\nShe follows up that comment with a smug smile, followed by a laugh.\n\n \"I'm good to go when everyone else is, day or two out of town ain't that bad. Though for future reference, an agreement on the amount of gold for the job helps.\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Yashar looks at Hotaru and flashes him a very toothy grin.\n\n\"You remind me of me when I was younger. You don't trust me? Is it my questionable parentage? Most of the town knows that I am a tiefling; this is no great secret here. However, I am not evil, and have never once dealt with evil creatures.\" He shoots an obvious glance at the two aasimars in attendance. \"I am merely impatient because word of a treasure pile of this size attracts attention, and I would have members of our town get to it first. News travels fast, even this far out in the Outlands, and parties of adventurers much more powerful, and possibly downright wicked, will cracking open The Cube soon. Perhaps in a few weeks, most likely in a few days. It is in our territory, and we are the rightful owners of the treasures. Besides the Stone Woman, but she is beyond our law, of course.\" He frowns. \"Whatever the legal status is, you are welcome to do what you will with the share of the treasure. Fees are 4000 GP a person, or the equivalent in any loot you find. There are no secrets in Xii'thktor. We are a small town, and I know better than to try to keep a secret from anybody, even myself.\n\nTo Linon: \n Spoiler \n you detect no evil anywhere around Yashar\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John looks around at the others in the group. Then he turned toward Yashar. \" I have a few questions.\n\nNumber one: Do you have any information on what might be in the tomb, such as the defenses of other Stone People tombs, or some sort of personal diaries or something?\n\nTwo:Are we going to have a safe area we can retreat to, if things get dangerous?\n\nThree: Are you gonna be able to send backup, in case a party of unlawful adventurers attacks us? \" He takes another look around at the party. His gaze lingers on Linon. He then turns to face Yashar. \" One last question: When are we moving out? \"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": "Jarek yawns, stretches, and lazily looks about the room. He begins tapping his foot without realizing it.\n\n I'm for going now, my feet are itching to get going, and I agree about treasure not sitting still for as long as we are. \n\nJarek rubs his hands together, laces his fingers together, and procedes to pop them in one loud crack" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst is staring silently to the ground, standing a comfortable distance away from the others. When Yashar shows the map, he looks up to see it and starts memorising it.\nWhen questions are asked he starts rocking forward and backward a little bit. When nobody's talking for a few seconds, he starts speaking rapidly and without much intonation, still facing the map \"Will there be tomes of knowledge in the treasure? How will we get there?\" \n \n Spoiler \n knowledge history on Lady of Glou-kton - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n knowledge history on The Stone Race - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n knowledge the planes on The Stone Race - (1d20+12)[ 32 ] \n knowledge architecture on the map of the cube - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon can't help but smile. She has a good feeling about this group.\n\n That fair, passionate young man is definitely wiser than I was at that age. It wouldn't surprise me if he prooves to be the life of the party.\n\nAs always, you can count on the dwarf to be honorable. She is right, it makes a big difference whether you are questing for mere gold, or whether there are lives at stake. And it is such a relief to see another woman. It makes the question of whom to ask for assistance when getting in and out of my armor so much easier. Asking a man, especially a human one, tends to lead to... unpleasant misunderstandings.\n\nAnother Aasimar? Another paladin, perhaps? And he is obviously curious about me, too. Ah, if only I should be so lucky.\n\nIt is good to find a scholar present, too. Always nice to know that when you're cracking something open, there is someone there who can decipher the code. Maybe he is an archaeologist? A priest or wizard with an interest in history? Whatever he is, he might turn out to be the most valuable party member of us all.\n\nThe furtive looking man is still a mystery. Yet, so must I be. All others have asked sensible questions, showing where their interests lie. And at least the answers are starting to look more solid. Perhaps it is time that I chimed in. \n My colleagues are right. Please be more forthcoming with your information. I understand your need for haste, but we will be risking our lives in there. If one of us were to perish, can you afford to pay for their resurrection? It is in all of our best interests that we should know all there is to know.\n\nYou say these tombes are a way to take revenge, but against whom? And why? What have those other expeditions taught about this Stone Race? Could this lady be convinced to accept death and relinquish her undead state? Could she be bargained with, perhaps? If so, do we have your permission to do so on your behalf? It might help if we knew what you intended to use the money for. How exactly will the people of Xii'thktor benefit from it? Will you see to it that good artefacts are put to good use, and that evil ones are destroyed? Will all books and scrolls we might uncover be made available to those who seek their knowledge?\n\nI apologize. It is not my intention to offend you. You are the mayor of this town and surely that means you are a responsible man and that your intentions are good. Please know that I have only just arrived and couldn't possibly know about Xii'thktor's laws and customs, nor about the reputation of its ruler. However, also know that I serve St. Cuthbert, and that I will consider whatever you say to be a binding contract. \n Sigh. If anyone here still thinks I'm a mystery they must be deaf. Well, at least it will help to spur things along. \n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive - (1d20+10)[ 20 ](30) Is he telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Also, in case you require it, Diplomacy - (1d20+6)[ 1 ](7) \n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n \n Originally Posted by hexonxonx \n Yashar looks at Hotaru and flashes him a very toothy grin.\n\n\"You remind me of me when I was younger. You don't trust me? Is it my questionable parentage? Most of the town knows that I am a tiefling; this is no great secret here. However, I am not evil, and have never once dealt with evil creatures.\" He shoots an obvious glance at the two aasimars in attendance. \"I am merely impatient because word of a treasure pile of this size attracts attention, and I would have members of our town get to it first. News travels fast, even this far out in the Outlands, and parties of adventurers much more powerful, and possibly downright wicked, will cracking open The Cube soon. Perhaps in a few weeks, most likely in a few days. It is in our territory, and we are the rightful owners of the treasures. Besides the Stone Woman, but she is beyond our law, of course.\" He frowns. \"Whatever the legal status is, you are welcome to do what you will with the share of the treasure. Fees are 4000 GP a person, or the equivalent in any loot you find. There are no secrets in Xii'thktor. We are a small town, and I know better than to try to keep a secret from anybody, even myself. \n \n\nHotaru gives Yashar one of his cheekiest but most charming smiles. \" Oh, no, sir! It is not that I don't trust you, I find you 'merely' fascinating at worst, and anyone with so much treasure on their borders would be anxious. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy: (1d20+12)[ 32 ] \n \n\nHe drops his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, \" I have adventures of my own, you know, that I am most anxious to return to. This trip shall finance those travels exceedingly well. \"\n\nWhile waiting for answers to all the questions that have been asked, Hotaru decides to take a look around at the rest of the assembled adventurers.\n\nThe warrior with St Cuthbert's symbol is beautiful beyond compare and should prove to be a delectable distraction. Teasing paladins is so fun, they're so uptight! The dwarf is a welcome addition ( She looks like she knows how to wield that axe, though she seems but lightly armed. ) The wizard ( How could he be ought else than a wizard? ) seems an odd fellow, but one cannot judge a wizard by his appearance alone. The last person, the golden-skinned man, has caught Hotaru's imagination. Perhaps this man knows something of dragons! \n\n\" Hi! \" says Hotaru brightly to the rest, addressing them for the first time. \" My name is Hotaru, though my friends may call me 'Ru. This shall be exciting, shan't it? \"\n\n\n((OOC: woo-hoo! natural 20!))" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek smiles, and relaxes a little bit. The impatient tapping ceases.\n\n It's been a long time since I've seen somebody that excited about anything, or at least show it so openly. I'm far away now, maybe I can finally let my guard down a little. Jarek looks to the other adventurers and shrugs.\n\n \"Well 'Ru, if I may call you that, people call me Jarek Windspurn. Either name will suffice, and I do believe this will be exciting indeed.\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "\"The money will be spent how the Town Council seems fit,\" says Yashar, pointedly at Linon. \"It will not go to the Baatezu, or the Illithid, or any of the evil races, if this is the hidden message in your question. It will stay in town, to fortify our position here and keep the commerce open.\"\n\"As to resurrections. If you bring us the body of your fallen comrade, one of our priests will resurrect them free of charge. This is my promise, made on behalf of the entire Town Council,\" he says.\n\"I'm afraid none of our townspeople are up to one last adventure. You are nominally from this town, as you have stayed here some months, but understand that we love Xii'thktor, and would never do anything to harm it, directly or indirectly.\"\n\"I do not know much about the Stone People themselves or whatever traps may lie inside. I don't pretend that this will be easy. It's why I'm paying you all so much. But you are young, and inexperienced, and I could not in good conscience send in such young people as yourselves if I thought you'd get slaughtered.\"\n\nTo Linon: \n Spoiler \n You don't think he's lying.\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To Hynerst: \n Spoiler \n The Stone Race were once human, but sold their souls along time ago in a quest for pure, unadulterated power. They were not evil per se, they simply valued power for it's own sake and were willing to get power through any means necessary. They quickly enslaved all other sentient beings on their own home plane, and started invading other planes to obtain more gold, magic items, and slaves. They also borrowed heavily from the celestials and the tanta'rri to get all the magic items they could. Although they were cruel and imperialist, they were most cruel to others of their own kind. They fought constantly with each other in a centuries-long civil war. The war was chaotic; alliances were made and betrayed so often that outsiders could not tell what was happening. They were skilled magicians and logicians, but did not value these arts for their own sake; rather, they valued wealth and power only to lord over their fellow man.\nThis could not go on forever. They debts they were in to the Upper and Lower planes remained unpaid, and they were consuming plane after plane in search of more fodder for their perpetual war. In a cataclysmic series of events, their slaves rose against them, and hordes of both angels and devils invaded their home plane. In a matter of weeks they Stone Race was all but destroyed, leaving only a few survivors. These few refugees, hiding wherever they could, remained holed up with their magical treasure, too afraid to leave their sanctuaries and too paranoid to ally themselves with any of their own kind. As this happened so long ago, only the most ancient records still hold information of them.\n\n\nYou don't know anything about the Lady of Glou-kton herself, or anything about the architecture. Most of the remains are long since turned to ruble that very little archeological evidence of these people remains.\n\n\nI suppose you'll relate this to the entire party?\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon weighs the mayor's words, then says:\n\n Very well, then. I have no reason to think ill of you, and your offer of resurrection is very generous. You can count on me. I will do all I can to make sure that you can send your henchmen in safely and to eliminate any threats to your town. \n\nShe walks over to Yashar to shake his hand, turns to her newfound companions, then turns back and adds, archly:\n\n I will just trust to the fact that your townspeople would not suffer their council to \"see fit\" to line their own pockets. " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "Just as the others did, Johnathan was forming his own opinions about his companions. Hmm. Well, dwarves are usually dependable, I would expect no less than that of this one. he thought. He secretly checked out the other Aasimar again. Beautiful, an Aasimar. I wonder if she's a fighter. That would be most exciting. He peered over the shoulder of the guy reading the map. Probably a wizard. That's good. We'll need him. He leaned back, and glanced at the two other guys. I'll have to wait and see those other two. He glanced again at the other Aasimar. She is very good-looking. \n\nHe finally turned back towards Yashar. He takes a breath to say something but before he could,\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Linon \n I will just trust to the fact that your townspeople would not suffer their council to \"see fit\" to line their own pockets. \n \n\nJohn sighed. \"I don't think that comment was necessary.\" he said, looking at her. Then he turned towards Yashar. \"I'm in.\"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta sits rather quietly, since she's already said that regardless of the mayor's true intentions she's still going to go. She nods at certain questions asked, and the obvious answers to them. Loretta's heard a lot of stories and knows most of the answers, though the free of charge ressurection was a bit suprising, most people capable of such a feat aren't so easily swayed to use the incredible power of their deity.\n\n Looks like a pretty rounded party, that's nice, I'd hate to be stuck with those 2 rogues again. Loretta thought, as she recalled a past adventure. As the conversation continues she noted everyone doing the typical party lookover including a brief look at her, and mentally sighed. The tough dependable dwarf... great. Just like last time. \n\n \"...But you are young, and inexperienced, and I could not in good conscience send in such young people as yourselves if I thought you'd get slaughtered.\" \n\n Heard that before. Well, time to be a dwarf. \n \"Seems like we're all going, Loretta's the name. But let's not waste the mayor's time with introductions, There ought be a tavern nearby where we can share a tale and an ale before we head out. That is unless we're setting foot clear out the door.\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n I don't like how it smells in this basement. Instead of checking out the other party members, he keeps looking at the map, because its complexity and strait lines comfort him.\nSuddenly, he starts to speak, as if reading an entry in a book. He's even moving his head a few millimeter left to right. His voice starts silent and hesitant, but picks up volume and confidence after a few sentences:\n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: if you read hexonxonx's spoiler, don't read this again, it's identical))\n \"The Stone Race were once human, but sold their souls along time ago in a quest for pure, unadulterated power. They were not evil per se, they simply valued power for it's own sake and were willing to get power through any means necessary. They quickly enslaved all other sentient beings on their own home plane, and started invading other planes to obtain more gold, magic items, and slaves. They also borrowed heavily from the celestials and the tanta'rri to get all the magic items they could. Although they were cruel and imperialist, they were most cruel to others of their own kind. They fought constantly with each other in a centuries-long civil war. The war was chaotic; alliances were made and betrayed so often that outsiders could not tell what was happening. They were skilled magicians and logicians, but did not value these arts for their own sake; rather, they valued wealth and power only to lord over their fellow man.\nThis could not go on forever. They debts they were in to the Upper and Lower planes remained unpaid, and they were consuming plane after plane in search of more fodder for their perpetual war. In a cataclysmic series of events, their slaves rose against them, and hordes of both angels and devils invaded their home plane. In a matter of weeks they Stone Race was all but destroyed, leaving only a few survivors. These few refugees, hiding wherever they could, remained holed up with their magical treasure, too afraid to leave their sanctuaries and too paranoid to ally themselves with any of their own kind. As this happened so long ago, only the most ancient records still hold information of them.\" \n \n\nAfterwards, he pauses for a second and in his quiet voice again. \"I would like to learn more about them\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon listens attentively to the green-robed man.\n\n See? I knew he would be invaluable. It is sad to hear that this is unlikely to be a diplomatic mission, but if their hoard is really as ill-gotten as this man says, it isn't rightfully theirs to begin with. Not in my book, at least. Let's not give up hope, however. 2000 years are a long time; this lady Glou-kton might have realized the silliness of it all. \n\nShe then turns to the Aasimar at her side.\n\n You are right, of course. It wasn't necessary. Just like it wasn't necessary for him to so sharply remind me of the fact that Xii'thktor's bookkeepings are none of my business. But we can't always be diplomats. After all, part of us is only human .\n\nShe smiles uneasily at her weak attempt at a joke, then shakes off whatever troubles her and continues in a lighter, merrier tone:\n\n Still, now that we are about to embark on a journey that might turn into weeks or months of armor chafe, redecorating that cube in our blood and throwing up every few minutes because of some exotic poison, only to realize that the 4000 gold we now so gladly accept are no more than a pittance next to the cartloads of treasure that we uncover, won't you feel better knowing that the rest of it is spent on something useful, like lowering taxes, improving the library or a stable interplanar portal, rather than to allow some noble to indulge in her fantasy of bathing in unicorn milk? I know I will .\n\nAt this, she sends a broad smile to Yashar, hoping he will believe that she no longer doubts him. Then, turning back to the party:\n\n My name is Linon Sirame. Linon, if you will ." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n Stable interpolar portals indeed. Still, I doubt anyone here is a hunter for Him That talkative fellow over there, too self absorbed, 'Ru too young, never met a Dwarf who would be that type, the big guy too busy lookin at the girl, and Linon seems too interested in the legal system here. She's a little melodramatic, but I assume that \"part of us is human\" was a joke. Sort of. It seems my luck is holding. At the very least they seem interesting. Might as well try to have some fun. \n\nJarek puts on an a shocked expression. \"You mean 4000 gold won't be enough to get me a bath of unicorn milk? You'd think for blood, vomit, and chafing we'd at least get that!\" He winks at Linon, \"I jest of course fair lady, tis my curse.\" He bows grandly, as if it serves as an apology." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon puts on an air of mock amazement.\n\n \"Cursed you say? Nay, good sir, don't go bowing to me like that, the strain might proove too much! We must get you to a cleric at once! Praise Kord that he has sent us this dwarven maiden to lead us to his temple, or to a tavern, which is the next best thing. \"\n\nShe looks invitingly at Loretta, waiting for her to lead the way." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta shifts her axe on her back, and makes an exagerant point towards the door, along with a wide smile.\n\n To the tavern~ " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nTapping on the map, Hotaru asks, \" May I keep this? \"\n\nThen he'll follow the others to the tavern.\n\n((OOC: what time of day is it?))" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "\" I suppose to the tavern, then. \" said John with a bit of a smile. \" For some reason, almost every adventure I've been on has started in a tavern. Weird.\" He stops smiling, resuming the neutral expression he usually has on his face. \" I'm going to head to the smithy when before we get ready to go. Tell me when you're ready, and I'll head down there, and then meet you guys at the tavern. \"\n\nOOc:How well equipped is the smithy of Xii'thktor? Like, if I wanted to buy a Mirthral Heavy Shield, could I do that?" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To John: Yes, there are armourers with enough skill to make things out of mithril and such. However, you can't simply buy magic items at stores.\n\nYashar looks at Linon and smiles. \"You also remind me of myself when I was younger. Different parentage of course, but I saw things in black and white as you did. It took several years of trials and tribulations to beat that out of me. We'll discuss you're future career as a Town Counsel member later, once you get back from beating some skulls in.\" He means with without rancor.\n\nHe says to Hotaru: \"Yes, you can have it in the interim. Keep in mind that map is one of a handful of artifacts left behind by the Stone Race. If you are any kind of historian you will let nothing befall that, as certain museums would pay dearly for it. Don't bother trying to understand the writing, unless you are a prodigy at forgotten languages. None in town can understand it, and even the dead will not tell me what the strange characters mean.\"\n\nWith that, he ascends the stairs. \"If you need anything in town, this is your last chance to get it. We leave early tomorrow afternoon.\"\n\n(OOC: It's around midmorning right now.)" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "OOc: Mithral isn't magic. It's just a material, same as Cold Iron, or Adamantine. In a successful trading post such as Xii'thktor, you could probably buy it in ample quantities.\n\nAlso, mithral is a lot more easily workable than iron or steel, so a skilled armorour could easily make one in a day, or at least upgrade the shield I have now." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nAs Hotaru takes the map, Hynerst follows it with his eyes longingly.\n \"Have you studied the map in more than mundane ways? What divinations have you used? I would like to study the map today.\" \nA pale hand leaves the pocket of his robe and reaches out for the map. Those nearby can hear a silent shriek coming from that pocket." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Yashar says, \"As far as I know, no historian or scholar has studied the map, there being none in town. Until a few days ago it was buried deep in the earth. No one has seen that map for two thousand years. If you think you can decipher some hint from it, you are more than welcome to try, although I don't see what you can do in a day.\"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"Divination magic can uncover many secrets. I might uncover some even in one day.\" \nIf no one objects, Hynerst takes the map carefully.\n(would that be ok with Hotaru, since he already claimed the map? I'll wait for his consent before I have Hynerst leave with it. He won't want to join you in the tavern anyway and meet with you later.)\n\n((Ooc: oops, no scholars in town. I'll have to change my background, he can't be a local. Can he be from Sigil?))" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nWhile walking to the tavern, Linon tries to engage Loretta in conversation.\n\n \"You seem to know your way around here. Do you live in Xii'thktor?\" \n\nOnce there, she takes her time to choose a drink, looking for something she has never tasted before. A local specialty catches her eye, and she drinks it very slowly, savouring each sip." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\n\"Aye, since I was wee. It's quite a nice place, if you don't mind the oddity of it all. Everyone here has a story to tell, though not all of them are willing to tell it.\" \n\nLoretta makes sure to walk a little faster than usual, since a dwarf's walking speed isn't quite as fast as the taller races and she'd rather not slow them down by being the lead.\n\nLoretta orders an ale, and some form of meat, like a dwarf ever eats anyhting different." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "((OOC: Yeah, Hynerst can be from Sigil. What specific skills or divination magic do you want to use on the map?))" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\n((Grrth: if Ru's not ok with Hynerst taking the map for study, Hynerst will insist that he can do something useful with it. If Ru plans on making a big deal out of it, that's something else of course...))\n\nOn his way to the inn he has a room in, he stops to buy some extra paper and ink to copy the map and make notes (how much does he need?), and some rations. In case he passes a leather worker, he commissions a special leather bag to offer some protection for the ancient artifact. He is prepared to pay some extra because it has to be ready today.\nOnce he's quietly in his room he starts making a copy of the map (detail depends on the estimated time it would take). Then he concentrates for 20 minutes with his spellbook, preparing read magic, detect magic and comprehend languages in his unprepared spell slots.\nFirst he checks for any magic on the map with detect magic (spellcraft +12)\nIf there is, he proceeds with read magic, otherwise with comprehend languages (he'll cast both anyway, just to see whether more info can be gained). If it works, he writes the translation in common on his copy or in separate notes where appropriate. (both spells last 50 min, and he can cast them both trice if necessary)\nThe remaining time he uses to study the map for anything important/unusual/hidden structure (taking 20 on intelligence check for 24, perhaps a synergy bonus from knowledge(architecture))." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "((OOC: That's fine, Hynerst can take the map))\n\n Hotaru: \n\nIt's a bit disappointing, the tavern was mostly empty, it being only mid-morning and all, but Hotaru decides to make the most of it and turns the full power of his charm on the two ladies.\n\n\" I find it most fascinating that you're from here, Loretta, \" he says. \" I'm just passing through myself. Any good libraries here? And what about you, Linon, what do you like to do in your free time? \" He'll give her a saucy wink.\n\nHe'll chat with them for awhile, and then make arrangements to sing for his room and board that night. \" You ain't never heard anything like it! \" he'll say.\n\n((in case I need these:))\n\n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy (to convince the man to let him perform) (1d20+12)[ 23 ] \nand Perform (singing) for that evening's performance (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \n \n\n((hmm, maybe he's a bit distracted by the beautiful ladies! 😉 ))" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Here's what Hynerst translates. I suppose he shows it to you.\n\n \n Spoiler \n The metal sheet is not magical, except for a feint aura of transmutation that you assume is the magical treatment that Yashar spoke of to keep the ancient artifact from falling apart completely. Let's assume you buy a \"masterwork\" leather bag that gives the metal sheets a +1 resistance modifier from being destroyed outright by falls and such things, if you want. I'll make the executive decision that such a bag will cost 50 GP, unless you want to try bargain the leatherworker down in price. Otherwise this is what you translate:\n\nThe fold-out metal sheet is about a yard square, equivalent to about 16 sheets of 7 X 11 inch sheets of paper. (I.e. 16 pages of text). Most of the artifact is so old that the language is illegible. Nonetheless you recongnize it as an ancient version of Draconic, so old that even you, who have studied that language for years in your isolated research libraries, could not understand the characters without the benefit of magic. This whole thing is so deteriorated from age that you can only recognize a few scattered sentences here and there.\n\nThe first 8 pages recount the author, a half-dragon half-kobald by the name of Yrrgoslavl who was commissioned by a Githyanki warlord to raid the Lady of Glau-kton's vault soon after it was sealed, perhaps 19 centuries ago. Page after page recounts how intelligent Yrrgoslavl is, and how many mates he has, and how many pretty gems he has, and how he is the greatest scholar in his warren den. The rest actually has to do with The Cube itself. Here is the pieces of writing that you are able to decode:\n\nThe Cube is set out like it says it is; a cube. It has eight rooms, subdividing The Cube into eight smaller equally sized cubes. It is arranged so that the lower levels are only accessible from the top levels, and the top level room leading into the lower level rooms is furthest from the entrance. Each cube only has two doors; one leading to the entrance and one leading to the supposed end goal of the crypt, wherever that will be. The partial commentary on the first room says: \"Nothing here.\" The second room says \"Our fellows fell…all the gold is gone, but we dare not retrieve it.\" The third room says \"…only when we brought up the lights.\" The fourth room commentary says \"…only the kobalds survived. Those that stood…\" The fifth room says \"…not quite a bad personality. I could hold a decent conversation with him, given enough time.\" The spaces for the sixth, seventh and eighth rooms are rusted entirely, and it appears that the front portion of the plate has fallen off entirely.\n\nThere are some doodles on the drawing, too. One shows a grinning skull with lightning bolts coming out it's eyes. This drawing appears on the fourth room panel. Another drawing shows what looks like a dark patch of ink with giant claws tearing apart a humanoid of some sort. This is associated with the third room. One drawing, in the introductory segment of the text, shows a huge kobald with what looks like body armor made entirely from jewels standing on a pile of gold with a dozen kobald females sitting around it. This drawing is much more detailed than the rest. Popping out of a mass of rotted metal are the words \"…yes, they are smart, but these riddles are just sadistic.\"\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru: Your performance is somewhat mediocre. A few old married couples feel sorry for you and you get (d10)[ 5 ](5) copper for the performance." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nStarting to reply to the library question, Loretta stops as Hotaru's attention jumps to Linon. She waits to answer till they reach the tavern.\n\nOver the course of the meal Loretta explains a few things about the town, and points out that there's not real \"libraries\" in town. It's like a retirement center for adventurers, there's little need for a lot of the particulars of city life since there's always a wizard somewhere nearby who can cast a spell to make it better. Though there's a number of wizards and the like who have their own private book collections, The extra-dimensional ones give people headaches though. Plus they aren't usually the type to open them to the public." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "After walking around town, and frustratingly finding that there is no mithral in the town (despite it being a somewhat successful trading post), John goes to the tavern, just in time to catch Hotaru's unsuccessful performance. He smiles to himself. He sits down at the bar, and signals the tender. \" One water, and, I don't know, some beef, and best spices you have. \".\n\nHe scoots next to the other adventurers, and after listening to Loretta explains about Xii'thktor, he says, \" So, do you know anything about this 'Cube', and, is the mayor honorable? Will he keep his word? \"\n\nOOc: Um, how do you do the rolls? I can't quite figure it out." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " \n Originally Posted by hexonxonx \n Hotaru: Your performance is somewhat mediocre. A few old married couples feel sorry for you and you get [roll0] copper for the performance. \n \n\n((😁 Well, got to have a balance for that fantastic diplomacy role, eh? Oh well))\n\nAfter said performance, Hotaru joins the others at the table. \" Hmm, I guess they've heard better! \" he says, shrugging off the miserable performance with a laugh and a joke." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek listens attentively to the description of the town, nothing like the locals to give you a good feel for a place. Jarek smiles at Hotaru, \"It's okay, but if you'd like to try your luck in a different sort of way I'm always ready for a bet!\" He shakes the pouch that hangs from his neck meaningfully. The sound of what can only be dice rattle about in his pocket.\n(ooc: next part only if we are told about the map)\n\n \"Of course, there's nothing more interesting than a riddle, and that map presents an interesting one even with translation. Heck, perhaps a bet on a riddle might even present itself. In fact, judging by the description of the map we might not be in that cube long enough to get musty smelling armor or whatnot after all! Anyone interested in wagering how long it will take us to clear? Not that I'm in a rush.\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "[rollv.]d20[/rollv.] without the periods" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon answers Hotaru's question only briefly, saying she mainly enjoys the simple things in life and ignoring his wink. She's really curious to hear what Loretta has to say, both about the libraries ( \"That's a shame, I like libraries, even though I never had much of a head for studying.\" ) and in response to John's questions.\n\nAs to Hotaru's singing, you can all see that she obviously takes pleasure in the performance, and would have done so even if it had been lousy.\n\nJarek's suggestion surprises her, but as she has no interest in gambling, she soon turns her attention elsewhere. She looks at John. It's as if someone has made one of the golden athlete statues in a temple of Kord come alive. She has to smile at the idea of that, and asks him: \"So, where have you received your martial training?\" \n\n[OOC: I can't see John's character sheet. Is this just me again, or is it not public? What weapon does he carry?]" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n Linon \n\nLinon answers Hotaru's question only briefly, saying she mainly enjoys the simple things in life and ignoring his wink. She's really curious to hear what Loretta has to say, both about the libraries ( \"That's a shame, I like libraries, even though I never had much of a head for studying.\" ) and in response to John's questions.\n\nAs to Hotaru's singing, you can all see that she obviously takes pleasure in the performance, and would have done so even if it had been lousy.\n\nJarek's suggestion surprises her, but as she has no interest in gambling, she soon turns her attention elsewhere. She looks at John. It's as if someone has made one of the golden athlete statues in a temple of Kord come alive. She has to smile at the idea of that, and asks him: \"So, where have you received your martial training?\" \n\n[OOC: I can't see John's character sheet. Is this just me again, or is it not public? What weapon does he carry?] \n \n\nJohn looks over at Linon. Hmm. I guess she's interested in me. He looks back down at his plate for a second, pushes it away, and turns to face Linon. \" I always naturally good with a sword, but I received most of my training from a group of adventurers I was apprenticed to. I had just got out of their service when I was called for this. \"\n\nOOc: Johnathan Desna . The other link is faulty. He uses a ghost touch longsword." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst is both pleased with himself about what he found, and puzzled about the missing pieces. He would like to think about it some more, but he has learned that cooperation is best in dangerous situation. After an internal struggle, he decides it is best to face the unpleasantness that is a tavern and explain everything he found out about the map.\nHe only arrives after the bards performance, and stands outside the door for almost 10 minutes before he enters. He puts his hand deep in his pocket en stares directly at his toes when he enters. Slowly he shuffles towards the group. \"I have some information that can be useful for our mission.\" \nOnly when everyone is paying attention, he unfolds the map carefully, and starts explaining every detail of what he learned, hardly stopping to breath. Of course he occasionally has to, which results in a loud gasp. He doesn't sit down.\n\nSilently on Yarek's remark about riddles:\n \"I like riddles too\" \n \n Spoiler \nHe doesn't bargain for the bag and just pays the 50 gold.\nCan he link the drawings in room 3 and 4 with some kind of creatures? (knowledge: arcana:+15, dungeon:+8, nature:+8, religion:+8, the planes:+12)\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To Hynerst: \n Spoiler \n the drawings are far too crude to even hint at what they refer too.\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n Your findings are most useful, sir. But won't you join us? And won't you tell us your name? I am Linon, and these are Loretta, Ru, Jarek and John. She stretches her hand towards every person as she speaks their names.\n\n[OOC: If you want to sit in any other order, I'll edit the post. Also, I've assumed that Jarek would have told us his name by now.]" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " 'Only the kobalds survived...\" John was turning that passage in his head. \" Kobalds are kinda short, aren't they? \" He asks nobody in particular." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"My name is Hynerst Whistkingstone. Kobalds are short.\" He pauses uncomfortably and doesn't attempt to sit down. \"It is noisy in here.\" \n \n Spoiler \nWhat kind of knowledge check do we need for Kobalds?\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "OOC: None for kobalds; they are a fairly common race that everybody knows about." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "\" Um, we might want to duck when we enter that room. \" John said. He turned to Hynerst. \" You wanna go back upstairs? \" John asked Hynerst, while motioning with his hand towards the stairs." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\n We got plenty of time to decipher the riddles as we walk there, so I won't let them bother my nights sleep , thinks Loretta. Of course, nodding as she is named off.\n\n \"To noisy? feh, Noisy means everyone's minding their own business. If we'd be in here and no one were speaking then you'd be worried.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John snorts. \" Yeah, but noisy also means harder thinking and more distractions, just in case you've never noticed. Besides, our scholar probably prefers the quiet, and I highly doubt that any of us are as intelligent as he is. \" John pulls his plate closer. He quickly finishes off what's left off the meal. \" Either way, I'm gonna be upstairs. \"\nWith that, John leaves and goes up the stairs to the room.\n\nOOc:Did we rent a room?" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nOOC: I actually did say my name close to the beginning to Hotaru, I figured everyone could here since were in the same room, if not yeah, I probably would have said it to everyone else somewhere along the line.\n\n \"Yeah, I guess I could probably head upstairs, although it would be nice to figure out some sort of strategy so we can all prepare for the adventure. Sometimes luck has a way of favoring those who are ready to take advantage of it.\" \n\nJarek looks about and shrugs.\n\n \"Either way I'm fine I suppose.\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\n(OoC: Hynerst already rent a room for the previous weeks in the safest and cleanest looking inn in town. I don't know whether it is this one.)\n\nThose close enough to see his face (he is looking down with his strange square hat covering view from the front) might see a feint smile when John comments on his intelligence.\nCarefully, he folds the map again, puts it in the bag, mumbling something about \"tomorrow\" and scurries out the room, bumping into a chair on the way. In his room he locks the door and casts alarm , as he does every night." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon waits to see what everybody does. If they all retire, she returns to the temple she's staying at (Any good or neutral temple will do in case St. Cuthbert is not represented in this city). She makes a mental note that they should warn the mayor of Hynerst's findings, since they are not the first to enter the tomb and there might not be any treasure left." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To Linon: \n Spoiler \n\n\nYashar finds you at the temple the next morning. (Xii'thktor is on the outlands, and the outlands are non-aligned, so there are no temples to specific deities in Xii'thktor) You tell him about the map's findings. He appears deep in thought for a while, then says, \"My own gut feeling is that they did not find whatever treasure they were looking for. They seem almost...amaturish. Especially the author, whoever that was. On the other hand, it could be the case that they did find the prime stockpile, and it is all gone. Nonetheless we need to make sure for certain. I will pay each of you 4,000 GP even if there is nothing there, as my words yesterday were indeed a promise, as you were so adamant in informing me.\" He gives you a toothy smile at this. \"But you should explore the grave to the best of your ability, as we need to assure other treasure hunters that we are indeed treasure free. The Town Counsel would not see an influx of treasure hunters throning our streets, and the only way we can convince others to avoid our town is to make for certain that there is no treasure to be had in the crypt.\" He sighs. \"Thank you for telling me the translation. I know our kind do not often mix, and are seldom friends, but I hope you can lay aside your prejudice long enough to trust me.\"\nWith that he leaves to go.\n " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nSince everyone's heading to bed, Loretta heads out too. She'd have offered her home to Linon, but she seems set to stay at a temple. Besides, her place is a bit cramped for anyone not dwarf sized.\n\nLoretta spends the night re-checking her equipment, making sure her Animal Companion is ready, and doubting if she should really be doing this." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n I haven't had to pay for my own room in months , Hotaru muses as he hands the innkeeper a few coins. He mourns the loss of even those few coins, but consoles himself with the thought that he would soon be 4,000 gold richer in only a few days. Then his quest could begin once more.\n\nHe wonders at the lack of libraries in this town. Wouldn't the 'retired' adventures that Loretta said that lived here want to publish tales of their own deeds? Perhaps, when this little treasure-hunting mission were concluded, he could ask around a bit. There just had to be someone here who knew a thing or two about dragons!\n\nHis utter lack of success in his performance still rankles the bard and he had stayed much more silent than usual through the conversation regarding the map. The map, now, that unnerved Hotaru and he deliberately turns his mind to other things, pleasanter things with which to fall asleep thinking about.\n\nHe's up early in the morning, eats quickly, and joins the others at the meeting point, anxious to get this done and over with so he can get back to his true passion, dragon-hunting." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John spent the whole night checking and rechecking his equipment, thinking about the map, and wondering what lay ahead.\n\nHe rose early, darned his gear, eat a simple breakfast (unusual for him), and went down to the meeting point early. He sits playing his harmonica until everybody gets there." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek spends the night at the same inn that a couple of the others are staying at. When day breaks he prepares his adventuring gear, and does a quick check of things. He spends a small amount of time thinking about the many places he has traveled, and the various states of luck (or unluck) he has been in throughout. He lets his mind be filled with these thoughts, and he chooses the spells that he thinks will help him make or make use of the luck of the day. He then goes to the pre assigned meeting point." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst has an unpleasant night, and is barely rested enough in the morning. He wakes early to clear his mind and prepare properly, checking every item in his packs at least four times. It is an hour early that he arrives at the meeting point, but he just stands in a corner, not talking to anyone and waiting patiently." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nFollowing Yashar to the meeting point (or making her own way there if he is going somewhere else), Linon reflects on his words.\n\n Xii'thktor must be very prosperous if they can afford to spend 24.000 gp just to make sure an empty tomb is really empty. It makes sense now, too, that his original notice put so much emphasis on the treasure we might find: no better way to keep treasure hunters off of your streets than to hire them yourself. \n\nAt the meeting point, she immediately walks over to Hynerst. \"Mister Whistkingstone?\" She waits for him to notice her.\n\n \"I have already met the mayor this morning, and I have told him of your discoverings. I know it was your work, and I made sure to give you all the credit for it, but it just seemed too important to risk not being able to tell him. I hope you don't mind too much.\" \n\nAssuming Hynerst doesn't get angry, she smiles at him and then returns to the others. She enjoys listening to John's music for a while, then says to no one in particular:\n\n \"I have a really good feeling about this mission. I hope you are all looking forward to it as much as I am.\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst takes a small step backwards when Linon approaches him, and tenses up. After her explanation he whispers: \"I don't mind\" .\nHe is relieved when the woman leaves him alone again. She is nice enough. " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John looks around at his companions. \" Alright, once Loretta gets here, we should be good to go. But, we need to discuss strategy. \" John sits up and puts his harmonica away. \" Hynerst, what does the map say about the first room again? \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWithout retrieving the map or looking up:\n \"first room says: \"Nothing here.\" The second room says \"Our fellows fell…all the gold is gone, but we dare not retrieve it.\"\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"It is a good idea to discuss tactics up front, but we shouldn't forget that the notes Mr. Whistkingstone has translated are several hundreds of years old, and that monsters can move around. That empty room might no longer be empty. Also, if they didn't get the chance to clear up the bodies of their fallen comrades, those might have attracted all kinds of foul creatures.\" \n\nShe pauses briefly.\n\n \"I propose that I look into each room before we send anyone in and see if there is anything evil inside. If that should mean that I might take the first blow from time to time, well, I don't really care about that.\" " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n Well... let's get going. \n\nLoretta shows up, a bit behind everyone else just like the first time. But she seems taller this time, and apperently... she has wings.\n\nOf course, it makes a lot more sense when she comes into view that she's apperently carrying a large owl on her shoulder. It's nearly two feet in height and an intimidatingly large bird for it's normal size. Loretta shows up with a smile on her face, laughing somewhat at the situation.\n\nBefore Loretta says anything to the party, she turns to the bird and makes a few odd sounds while gestureing to the lot of them. She finishes and turns to the group.\n\n \"Good day everyone. Allow me to introduce, Hoots.\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek blinks in surprise at the overly large owl. I've never seen some strange birds, but that is exotic even for me. He motions toward the interesting creature.\n\n \"That's a nice bird\" \n\nHe turns back to the rest of the party and addresses Linon.\n\n \"That certainly is a decent idea, although I find it unfair that one person need be the first in at all times. There is something else to consider though, not all things that could be dangerous are evil. Especially the room where they talk of falling. That seems more likely to be a trap of some sort. Is anybody trained in that sort of thing?\"\n \n\nOOC: I had a cat named hoots once" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "If all of you are ready to go (and it seems you are,) Yashar will meet you all at the middle of town. Following him is a red-haired human female of middle aged who is trailed by a sleek black panther. \"This is Lady Deidre,\" Yashar says. \"A prime, she moved here a few years back. She is a Druid, and has been tracking around the wilderness around Xii'thktor for most of her time here. She found the vault, when all we had to go on was some vague rumors by the ungrateful dead.\" Deidre does not show any pride in this complement by her mayor. \"She will be your guide to The Cube. Unless you have any last requests, you should begin the quest today.\" It is the middle of the afternoon.\n (If no one disagrees.)\n She leads you out of town, which does not take too long seeing as how Xii'thktor is not very big to begin with. Once the small homes of the town are out of sight behind you, Deidre speaks. \"We go at this quest in two days. I could get us there before the sun sets if I had a mind to. But, except for the dwarf lady, you are not skilled in the ways of the wilderness, and such a quick pace would surely exhaust you and leave you ill-prepared for whatever waits in The Cube.\" This is the longest thing she ever says to you on the journey. She leads you through paths that you could not possibly see for yourselves (except for Loretta, who has an eye for hidden game trails and such things.) This part of the Outlands alternates between tall grass prairie and shrubland, and the only landmark to speak of is The Spire, as tall as they sky, at the center of the Outlands. You go through that day, camp early that night, and leave early the next morning. By midmorning you stumble upon The Cube.\n\n It is very nondiscrept, and you understand how this ruin could have remained undiscovered for nearly two thousand years. Most of the Cube remains underground, buried under a large hill. An upper edge of The Cube lays exposed where the hill on top of it eroded away, and a large rent has torn through the wall, leading into a black hole. The entrance is almost completely obscured by hanging shrubbery.\n\n \"This is it,\" Lady Deidre says. Her panther lays by her feet, and she looks at the sun. \"I camp further back along the trail. I cannot give you too much aid, but I can guide you back to town if you need to get back in a hurry. I dare not camp right next to The Cube, for I do not want to attract any more attention to this region than I have to. I'm afraid you're all on your own now.\"\n\nWith that, she leaves you, traveling up the path that lead you here.\n\n(before she left, she left you detailed instructions about where to find her if you need to.)\n\nNow what?" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "(OOC: I didn't want to stifle any conversation PCs wanted to have with each other. You will have several hours to talk about strategy as you walked to The Cube, so please feel free to add dialogue as you want. I simply assumed people were getting sick of town, and you had everything you needed from town. Tell me when you are ready to actually enter The Cube.)" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "As they are walking through the shrubbery, John walkes closer to Linon. He looks over at her and says \" I don't think you should take all the risk. I can see pretty well in the dark too, I should definitely take on part of that burdan. \"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nDuring the trip Jarek spends most of his time examining the surroundings and taking in the scenery. He seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit, even whistling quietly at times, if a bit off key. If he seemed to be quiet, hidden, and sarcastic when the party was in the town, he is a stark opposite once the trip begins. Not that he seems particularly adept at navigating the woodlands, it is more that he doesn't seem to mind the mistakes he makes. If any interesting examples of local flora or fauna present themselves he inquires about them to his more knowledgeable companions. Well, we're out of the city, and at this point I'm more likely to be in danger from the cube more than my companions hopefully. I suppose it would help to know a bit more about my companions. \n\nAround halfway through the first day he addresses the group with a question, \" Well my traveling companions, I do think that deciding on some sort of a plan is a good way to go in these situations, and I believe the best way to know how to work together, is to know at least a bit abot what we are good at. At least as far as how we will approach this upcoming adventure goes. \n\nto hexonxonx:\n Knowledge Religion: \nKnowledge religion on Linon if I can see her holy symbol and surmise from her...\"looking in for evil\" to know if she is a paladin, or if I know what paladins are.\n[roll=knowledge religion]1d20+8[/roll]\n[/spoiler]\n\nOOC: This is if I get info from my rolls, I will cross it off if it doesnt work\n \"For example I would guess that Linon is some sort of holy warrior, or paladin. Pardon me if I am wrong, or overstepping my bounds. But either way you and John seem likely to be able to hold your own in a brawl. Myself, I prefer to stay back aways and shoot things with my crossbow here. I don't know much about you others, other than I'd guess you are more than just a simple scholar Hynerst, although there would be nothing wrong with that alone. I am also adept in some magic. I am mostly able to fix damage that bad luck brings, but I also can prepare many different sorts of spells depending on what we might need. \n\nOOC:The only difference is that I would only refer to Linon and John as being able to brawl in a fight, instead of mentioning paladin.\n\nOOC: Okay, I thought I did that right, could anybody help explain what I did wrong here? I'm a little new to the forums, sorry." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWhen Loretta nears with her owl, a panicking shriek comes from Hynerst's pocket. He puts his hand in and starts moving it around \"shhhhh, Vuskunsis, shhhhhh\" .\nFor the whole trip, Hynerst avoids being too close to Loretta and her owl.\nIn fact, he avoids stepping too near to anyone, lagging behind a bit and trying to avoid getting dirt on his boots. He is quiet and only responds shortly when addressed directly.\nHe occupies himself by identifying plants by mentally comparing them with the pictures he saw in books. He regularly looks up to the spire and the glorious city of Sigil.\n\nOOC: your roll seems fine, perhaps you only added it when editing the post? rolls only work when you roll in the original post. You can't preview your post or use special signs like () inside the roll either." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Hello, Loretta, and welcome, Hoots.\" \n\nLinon smiles at the owl and glances over at Hynerst, paying close attention to how he is interacting with his pocket. Realizing that he must have an animal with him too, she feels a brief pang of envy.\n\n One day, I will rise high enough in St. Cuthbert's esteem that he will send me a companion, too. It will be a powerful steed who will fearlessly follow me into battle. I'll take care of it just like Mr. Whistkingstone protects his little friend, and it will be trusting and loyal just like Hoots... \n\nShe muses on her future friend for a while, and so misses Jarek's remark and anything else that happens until Yashar and Lady Deidre arrive. Though the scenery is nice enough, it's also quite repetitive and she soon loses interest in the flowers and shrubs that she passes. The distraction offered by John is very welcome.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Halna LeGavilk \n \" I don't think you should take all the risk. I can see pretty well in the dark too, I should definitely take on part of that burdan. \" \n \n\n Oh, yes, please. I wasn't suggesting that I should get to be the brave hero with the rest of you cowering behind me like grannies. Four eyes always see more than two. How about we take turns? First one to get hit in one room has to stay behind the other when entering the next. \n\nShe smiles broadly and unless she feels that John is getting bored, they chat the morning away about the benefits of flanking your opponents, two-handed weapons versus weapon-and-shield styles, metal versus wooden shields and similar fighter related topics.\n\nWhen Jarek joins their conversation, she gladly admits to being a paladin and asks him which ideals he advocates.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[rollv=Knowledge religion]1d20+2[rollv] to link the travel and luck domains to Fharlanghn, though she won't comment on it if she does.\n \n\n \"You just be careful with that crossbow, though. If you hit me you'll be lucky indeed if I don't come over and smite you!\" she jokes at him.\n\nThat evening, she asks Hotaru to sing a heroic tale for them, and tries to get everyone to tell about their past adventures. Her own are rather disappointing, ranging from protecting merchant caravans from thugs to \"help, help, my basement is overrun by spiders\".\n\n(OOC: you might notice that Linon doesn't eat or drink and only sleeps 2 hours per night)" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": "(My roll didn't work either, so I'm going to try again without the surrounding text)\n knowledge religion - (1d20+2)[ 20 ](22) " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\nHotaru leaves the planning of strategy to the real warriors of the group and instead lets his mind wander, humming and occassionally whistling as they follow Lady Dierdre. The owl is a magnificent creature, but such a mundane animal holds little interest for the bard. He muses once more about dragons and finally decides to drop back and speak to Hynerst. Wizards were usually scholars, too, and he might know something.\n\n\" Say, Hynerst, \" he says, \" didn't you say that the map's writing was some kind of version of Draconic? I was wondering, do all wizards know the language? Or do you follow the stories that all magic is derived from some kind of link in the past to dragons? Does dragon blood run in your family somewhere? \"\n\n((he's trying to strike up a conversation, not bombard Hynerst with questions))\n\nWhether or not that works, Hotaru will stay to the rear of the group, keeping a close eye on the absent-minded wizard.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n That evening, she asks Hotaru to sing a heroic tale for them, and tries to get everyone to tell about their past adventures. Her own are rather disappointing, ranging from protecting merchant caravans from thugs to \"help, help, my basement is overrun by spiders\". \n \n\nAround the campfire, Hotaru is exceedingly pleased to get a request from the paladin. He sweeps her a gallant bow and obliges the party with a performance.\n\n((ho, ho, let's see how we do now!))\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 3 ](14) \n \n\n((GAH! Oh, the pain, the pain!)) As he realizes how just awful he's sounding, Hotaru will blush beet red, clam up, and slink off to his bedroll. \" Wake me when it's my turn at watch. \"\n\nIn the morning he looks to the strategists. \" So, how do you recommend we proceed? \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst seems less uncomfortable about being talked to when someone requests some of his knowledge. Although he keeps his face down, his voice is stronger and less wavering when he answers Hotaru.\n \"Magic comes naturally to dragons. Therefore they need little study and preparation for it and their magic is exceptionally strong. Those dragons that used their great intelligence and long lifespan to study magic uncovered arcane knowledge otherwise inaccessible. The tomes they wrote where in their language and those who study magic have an advantage when they understand draconic. A lot of powerful humanoid wizards kept the tradition and published their findings in draconic as well.\nI do not think it is necessary to have a strong draconic heritage to be able to perform magic. The same, and more, can be achieved by years of discipline and study. I have no knowledge of any draconic ancestry of my own, but the intermingling of bloodlines gets extensive over millenia and it is therefore not impossible.\" \n \n Spoiler \nfor possible future discussions:\n knowledge arcana dragon disciple - (1d20+15)[ 32 ] \n knowledge arcana silver dragon - (1d20+15)[ 34 ] \nand while I'm at it 😛\n knowledge religion st cutberth and Linon - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n knowledge religion Jarek - (1d20+15)[ 28 ] ==>this one is actually only 21, screwed the modifier\n " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta notices the wizard strugling with his pocket as she walks up with Hoots. A familiar again, huh? defenitly a wizard. \n\nAfter they get going, Loretta makes an effort to watch Hynerst and his pocket friend. As soon as she's fairly certain it's a rat she calls out to him.\n\n \"You don't need to worry about Hoots, if your little friend is feeling a bit troubled. He's a Blakiston's owl.\" \n\nShe finishes her sentence, then chimes back in a moment later realizing he may not know what that entails.\n\n \"It means he's a fish eater, large insects in case of a lack of fish. Rodents and small mammals aren't his prefered food item. See?\" As she lifts up one of Hoots' legs and showing him the foot. \"It's this X pattern for grabbing fish out of shallow water.\" \n\nLoretta wouldn't be suprised if he still keeps his distance, so to at least put him at ease on occasion she has Hoots keep his distance.\n\nLoretta may be a ranger, and well versed in tracking animals and path making, but this druid lady knows so much more than she does. She doesn't point it out each time, but she's learning things she didn't know about nature during this trip.\n\nAs for the campfire stories of past adventures, Loretta gives the more humorous tale of an adventure she was on with two rogues who weren't the sharpest swords in the smithy. They worked in unison with each other, and weren't that bad at it, but were only suited to the urban enviroment, or more importantly humanoid opponants. She still laughs when she thinks about them attempting to stab a walking tree. They learned that daggers don't work that well against a tree. Turned out the young treant just needed a good talking too." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n Jarek spends his time\nOOC: don't have time for a long post now, but i'm going to try to pick out a slightly revised spell based on our discussion so it's ready for the cube, I'll have a longer post out in about 6 hours \n\nOOC: I guess this actually said everything I wanted to.\n\nIn response to Linon's question about his ideals, he replies that he advocates he replies that he doesn't think he would use such a powerful word. \"It's a little more simple than that for me. I try not to preach to anybody. But if I had to nail it down it would be a couple of things. First I believe that everybody's life is influenced by luck to some degree. Certainly the world isn't total chaos, but I try not to get weighed down in regiments that might be changed in an instance by something that I can't control. No offense of course meant to anybody that does, I just try to remain as open as possible. Also, I believe that everyone should get out and see the world, or the planes as is the case. Seeing things from a perspective different than your own, seeing different cultures and people, makes people better in my opinion.\" \n After this brief speech Jarek tries to talk some more strategy as far as combining magical efforts and the more physical aspects of the plan. If anybody else cares to add in to the magic area, Jarek gladly hands over the reigns. The only real spell choice of importance is one that he mentions to whoever seems to be inclined to be the front person. \"I know it is fair to rotate out who enters each room first, but I do have an alternate solution perhaps. I have a spell that allows me to receive some of the damage dealt to a person. We become linked for about 5 hours, and any thing that hurts the person linked hurts me as well, but we are both injured equally. I can't switch the spell between people, and I don't have the components to have it be on multiple people, but it is an option. We would have to stay close to each other, around 30 feet, but it is likely in a place like this it would be a foregone conclusion. Beyond this Jarek continues the magical discussion, and in the morning prepares his spells according to any relevant information." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"I know that spell. It's a very useful one indeed, because it lowers the chance that you'll have to heal someone mid-fight, which allows you to do more interesting things. Not only that, but it is a lot easier to heal yourself than it is to run up to someone in the midst of a fight to lay your hand on them. A lot safer, too. I suggest that you use it to shield John or Loretta, since I can always heal myself in case I really need it.\" \n\nShe looks over to Hotaru and Hynerst, glad to see them engaged in conversation.\n\n \"You know, Jarek, when you go over to compare spells, you should remind them to shout out what they know about the things we encounter, especially if they know of any particular dangers or weaknesses. No offense, but you knowledgeable people tend to forget that not everything you know is common knowledge for everybody.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "After their long discussion about weapons and such, and when everybody settles down to rest that night, John pulls up to Jarek and Linon. After listening talk about strategy for a while, John thinks of something. \" I don't think we should do that spell. Say, if one of you guys gets hurt really bad, then we have two guys down for the count, likely dead weight, and since I assume you both have healing abilities, two of our healers down. Probably a bad idea, at least if we cast the spell on you two. It would probably be smarter to cast it on myself and you, Jarek. \"\n\nAfter they are done discussing strategy, John pulls out his harmonica and begins to play.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nOOc:I'm assuming John overheard Jarek and Linon talking about religious stuff, he figured they were clerics or paladins or some-such. He does have a high enough intelligence score for that, right?\n\nOh, also, if I roll really bad, John gets embarrased and stops playing.\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "ooc: I'll let you talk until you are done strategizing." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\n\"Well, I guess we're good to go. Right? Suppose we should go in. The map said nothing was in there, right?\" Loretta says with a grin, knowing that \"nothing\" usually means \"something you didn't notice\".\n\n \"Oh, since there's likely no light in there, I suggest if you can't see in the dark you get some light.\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nSilently, Hynerst gets an everburning torch from his backpack. He stays to the back.\n\nImmediately before entering, he casts mage armor on himself." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nBarely managing to suppress her excitement now that they're finally there, Linon waits for John so that they can walk up to the opening in the cube together. She carefully peers through the hole, keeping as much of herself as she can hidden from anyone who might be looking at them. She shifts from side to side to get in as much of that first room as she can, looking left, right, up and down, all the while relating to the others what she discovers.\n\nIn her enthousiasm, she goes as far as to give details that are quite irrelevant, such as the markings on the spider that has built a web right inside the entrance, before she realizes that Loretta will be quite capable of seeing the spider herself once she gets up there.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+5)[ 16 ](21) ; darkvision 60ft and she's detecting evil\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nOOC: I cast extended long strider on myself, and shield other on john unless somebody else can think of a good reason in our discussion, I include everyone so whoever makes the best argument. So far looks like john unless loretta makes more sense. I inform whoever I cast it on we need to stay within around 30 feet of them roughly, that being one of the spells few limitations.\n\nJarek pulls out his crossbow, loads it and prepares himself. He too is very excited. He tries to stay within 10 feet of whoever he had cast his spell on." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "Johnathan unsheathes his sword and readies his shield. He moves slowly up to the hole, peering into it, and listening for anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 14 ] That's my listen.\n (1d20+2)[ 13 ] That's my spot. Darkvision 60 ft.\n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Here, why don't I go in first? \"\n\nJohnathan, Jarek, and Linon turn around but don't see anything. They do hear Ru chuckling.\n\n\" Handy, no? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe's invisible.\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nWhen John pulls up to her with his weapon drawn, Linon does the same. Now why didn't I think of that? \n\nHotaru's remark makes her swing around. She looks left and right for something he might be hiding behind. It takes her a while to catch on that he really isn't there.\n\n Nice one. Would have been even nicer if he had mentioned this trick up front, like, when we were discussing tactics, rather than being all \"I'll go along with whatever you warriors decide\" and doodling dragons in the dust. \n\nShe is unpleasantly reminded of the novices of Kord springing similar surprises on her, then sighs.\n\n That's right, he must be about their age, too. Would he actually ever have seen a real fight? Maybe he's nervous and trying to lighten the mood. After all, it's just a prank. \n\nShe smiles now, and says in a friendly yet concerned tone:\n\n \"That is indeed very handy, Ru, but will you actually be able to see anything? I mean, even if you had an invisible torch, creatures would still see the light, wouldn't they?\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Just so you know, the vegetation around the opening is so dense that you cannot see into The Cube." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": "((Well, could Linon detect any evil behind it? It penetrates up to 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of metal, or 3 feet of wood or dirt (lead blocks it even as a thin sheet) Range 60ft))" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "In game terms, the vegetation provides \"total concealment\" to you guys. That is, it does not provide a physical barrier, but it blocks all sight beyond it. You could Detect Evil through it, no problem." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": "Well, can we say that she did then (before Hotaru made her turn around)? If there's no evil she'll let him go in first if he wants to." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "There is no evil that you can detect." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "OOc: Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean there isn't anything in there. Many monsters are neutral. Also, I should still get a listen check. I don't think the foliage is thick enough to block sound, though it might add a modifier to the DC.\n\nIC:John cursed the thick foliage in front of the opening, which was impairing his hearing and vision. He turned when he heard Hotaru speaking. After a few seconds, John figured he was invisible.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Linon \n \"That is indeed very handy, Ru, but will you actually be able to see anything? I mean, even if you had an invisible torch, creatures would still see the light, wouldn't they?\" \n \n\nJohn nods his head. \" Linon has a point Hotaru. Unless of course, somebody has a spell that could grant the ability to see in the dark? I'm sure one of you guys could do it. \"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek tries to concentrate enough to hear what might be going on behind the wall of vegitation. After a moment he suggests that the party clear the vines in case somebody needs to get in or out quickly, rather than trying to squeeze through. If they agree he moves to help pull apart the leaves, cutting with his dagger if necessary.\n\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] Listen check.\n (1d20+1)[ 11 ] strength check\n (1d4+1)[ 4 ] dagger damage\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "Johnathan helps move/and or cut down the vines/vegetation. He looks and listens again for anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+4)[ 23 ] That's the strength check.\n (1d8)[ 7 ] That's the damage roll.\n (1d20+2)[ 21 ] Second Listen.\n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] Second Spot.\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "You guys easily cut through the screen of leaves concealing the entrance to The Cube. Inside is a dark space of rotting organic matter that seems to have fallen into this chamber over the centuries. You see about twenty feet of somewhat level ground, then a chasm of space descending beyond your line of sight after this. (I'm assuming none of you wanted to walk into The Cube just yet.)" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\nHuh, no trap on the front door... well it's overgrown, maybe it's gonna be a few more steps inside. Loretta thinks to herself as she recalls other adventures that started with this type of enterance.\n\nShe pulls out her axe and hammer and stands at the ready for the plethora of traps, monsters, and other rather nasty and lethal things that could confront her and the party. Hoots actually stays behind Loretta, he's trained rather well that the best spot for him (and safest) is behind the group and out of the middle of combat. Who's better eyes to be on guard behind you than an owls?\n\nLoretta moves near the doorway and awaits her turn to enter, since someone has decided to go first.\n\n \"Watch yer footing, majority of traps are pressure plated.\" \n\nEven after she says that, she makes a quick check of the ceiling of the enterance. It's happened before that a spider decides to take residence up there...\n\nFor self reference, Loretta is putting off casting her lightfoot spell for today. Gauging the amount of combat time they may be spending in the cube." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\n \n Originally Posted by Loretta \n \"Watch yer footing, majority of traps are pressure plated.\" \n \n\nLinon looks hesitatingly at Loretta, then asks:\n\n \"Uhm, Loretta? You don't think Hoots would be willing to scout for us, do you? I mean, I wouldn't normally suggest sending an animal into possible danger, but if Ru can make, uhm, him or her invisible... It's just that Hoots wouldn't set off any traps, owls can see much further than most of us and they're as good as soundless when they fly...\" \n\nIf not, she waits for Hotaru to let them know he's gone in and then follows shortly after (but not on his heels, since she doesn't want him to feel like she has no faith in his scouting abilities).\n\n((OOC: I know not everything is evil, but if there had been something, there's no way she'd have let him go first))" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst stands around, listening with half an ear to the conversation of the others and runs through his prepared spells in his head. As everyone else seems to be more eager to enter than he is, which isn't too hard, he probably enters last." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "This room in The Cube has gradually filled in, over the years, with organic matter that has filled in from the outside. The result is that most of this room is filled with the foul smelling miasma of rotting vegetable matter. The entrance to The Cube is a gaping hole near the top of the side wall, and it is about ten feet across in the middle of the wall. The room is about 40 feet across, so there are fifteen feet to the right side of the entrance and fifteen feet to the left of the entrance (for a total of 40 feet.) A ledge of mud and Light Undergrowth leads twenty feet to a chasm in front of you. Nothing happens as any of you walk into the chamber.\n\n(OOC: Every room in the Cube will be like this. It is an 8 X 8 X 8 three dimensional grid. That is, it's a chess board. Right now you are at \"30 feet\" of elevation, or thirty feet off the ground. The standard Chess conventions work here. From left to right, the horizontal pieces run from A to H, and from bottom to top the numbers run from 1 to 8. Right now, you are at the western side of the board, that is, A4 and A5. If you want to make my life and your life alot easier use this method to determine where exactly your characters are. Google \"chess board\" if you want the coordinate system used in chess.)\n\nThe chasm runs from D8 to D1; beyond that you simply see the opposite side of the board and nothing of what's underneath the board. (ooc: If you walk anywhere, simply say \"My dude walks from A8 to A4,\" just as you would in chess. The rule that diagonal movement counts as two movements counts here, too; so moving from A8 to B7 would count as ten feet. Understand?)" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek looks over the edge into the pit as he pulls the foilage apart. He blinks in suprise \"Watch the first step everyone,\" He says with a chuckle. He reaches his hand into his backpack and concentrates for a moment. \"But more seriously I think I forgot my rope and grappel, does anybody have some with them.\" \n\nOOC: Is that a house rule that diagonals count as two, because in the srd, and my ph I think diagonals work this way. \"When measuring distance, the first diagonal counts as 1 square, the second counts as 2 squares, \"" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "(ooc: you are right, webgem.)\n\nYou see very little down the chasm. There is almost no sunlight down there. You make out the vague outlines of ancient rotting tree branches and other detritus that must have been swept down into this room of The Cube during a storm." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nOOC: correct me if i'm wrong, but it'll only take a small 5 foot jump to get across this little gap.\nLoretta makes her way to the edge of the gap (let's say C3), and listens to Linon's question. Sigh, always the owl first... should have left him with the druid. \nShe gives a light whistle to Hoots, who was still sitting at the enterance, which tells him to move to her and then she guides him to cross the gap slowly and land on the opposite side. Then, if he sees anything particularly weird, fly back immidiately. Loretta also looks down the gap, since she's got dark vision sunlight won't change her ability to see. Either this gap cut's the whole of the cube in half (almost) or we've already got some extradimensional magics or whatever that's called.\n\nAs Loretta let's go of Hoots, she points out to Linon, \"Hoots is a guy.\" \nA thought crosses her mind, as Hoots flys to land on the opposite side. Maybe \"nothing here\" means there isn't really a floor. As she recalls an illusionary wall that kept a hero from finding her way in an adventure story she once heard.\n\nShe also jests that maybe she could try finding the paths that the people who drew the map took, and follow in their footsteps (as far as the not dieing part is anyway) but tracks that old even Ehlonna herself might have trouble with." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hold on. The chasm occupies the entire second half of the room. You don't know what depth it is exactly, except it is much lower in altitude than they platform you are standing on. That is, from F1 to F8 it drops at a 90 degree angle, and the half of the room after this is a pit. Sorry for not describing this in better detail. (I'm going into so much detail so we can avoid problems in description, and because we don't have a game board to look at.)" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" No, no, it was a joke! \" insists Ru, waving his hands to decline the 'honor' of going in first. He'll mutter, \" Paladins! \" under his breath. 😉\n\nHe will offer his rope. \" I don't have a grappling hook, but I can snake-charm my rope into life!\" 😁\n\nAnd \" If there's any light at all in there, I should be okay as far as seeing what's there. \"\n\n((half-elf, he gets low-light vision))" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nOOC: my mistake, I thought \"The chasm runs from D8 to D1\" meant those were the only squares it occupied.\n\nIn that case, I'll have Hoots fly down to investigate a bit. Then when he can make out some ground to fly back up. Which since Hoots can only fly up so fast she can get a fair gauge for how deep this hole is. If he sees anything other than ground, he's to fly up as fast as he can regardless but it's fairly obvious when an owl is agitated from finding something or bored because all he did was land and take-off again." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon walks around their platform, detecting evil in all directions (including down the chasm) without expecting to find anything. She follows Hoots with her eyes as far as she can while he flies down. (C5)\n\n I really would have felt better if she had waited for Hotaru to make Hoots invisible. What if something shoots an arrow at him? \n\nSuddenly realizing that she hasn't seen any doors yet, she turns to Hynerst.\n\n \"Mister Whistkingstone, do you have any reason to believe we're actually in the first room of this Cube, and do you know where the exit should be? In fact, do you think that maybe it could have rolled on its side, or upside down or something?\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst watches his feet carefully as he moves in. Lighting his way with his torch. When he breathes in the foul air, he starts coughing silently in his arm. He continues to breath rapidly with the occasional gasp and cough.\nFirst, he pays little attention to the chasm, staying well away from it. He holds his light to the walls, hoping to find any carvings, and to study the material the walls are made of.\n\nWhen he is addressed by Linon: \"There are two doors in every room. If we are in the first cube and entered through the entrance, there should be one other door. If this wasn't the originally intended entrance, there should be two doors. Since every room is cubic, the chasm can't be more than about 30 ft deep.\" \n\n(Ooc: what would be the chessboard coordinates of the other door according to the map?)" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The door should be at coordinates H4 and H5. At that region, you see a lot of mud and tumbled tree trunks laying against the wall. Hoots the owl flies down; he circles around for awhile, looking for a place to land. He tries to alight on several tree branches that have fallen into the chasm, but they sink under his weight. Apparently there is no dry ground anywhere at the bottom of the chasm. You gauge how deep the chasm runs, and it's about 25 feet from below the level you are standing. Hoots lets out a squawk of irritation and flies back up to his master. Hynerst looks around, but sees nothing resembling runes or drawings on the walls at this level. In fact, all of the walls are covered by what seems like an inch of caked-on dirt. Linon does not detect any evil at the bottom of the chasm." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John, carefully stepping on the ground, wary of slipping, glanced over the edge of the pit.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "OOc:Sorry. First is my listen, second's my spot. Also, I'm using darkvision." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "John hears or sees nothing." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John backs away from the ledge carefully, and continues checking around the room for anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 2 ] That's my search.\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] That's a spot, in case I need it for anything.\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek looks around the stable area of the ledge, and trying to find some clue as to what to do next. He stays close enough to john to keep the spell going (35ft) but other than that just looks. He actually takes the time to scrape some of the mud off the wall if it is feasible. Assuming he finds nothing of interest he begins to formulate a plan.\n\n \"I think one of us should go down there, probably one with lighter armor. I'll volunteer if necessary, though I do need to stay fairly close to John to keep our spell up. We could tie the rope to the person who descends and pull them up if they start to sink too much. Another possibility would to go outside and find a big rock and tie the rope too it I suppose. I also have a spell that grants flight for a short time, though I think we should save that if possible, plus it decreases my healing ability each time I cast a spell. With that he pauses to see what everyone thinks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+3)[ 6 ] spot\n (1d20+3)[ 20 ] listen\n (1d20)[ 6 ] search\n " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta catches Hoots on her arm, then sets him down on the floor. (to keep her axe at the ready)\n\n \"20... no maybe 25 feet down. Least from whatever kept Hoots from finding a spot to land. You might be right about that 30 feet Hynerst.\" \n\nLoretta takes a moment to think things through and calm down Hoots.\n\n \"Ok, so... I'll head down first if'n ya want, unless ye'd prefer the dwarf be the anchor for the climb. I can certainly take the drop myself going last if need be. Provided somebody's got a good 50 feet of rope or so that isn't invisible.\" She says as she turns to the rest of the party, making a silly hand gesture of using invisible rope." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nRegretting that he forgot to take proper tools, Hynerst takes out a crossbow bolt and tries to remove some of the dirt from the wall. He isn't really trying to uncover a large section, just checking how difficult it is to remove and what the wall is like.\n\nstill facing the wall: \"Getting down is easy, I can get us all down, but then we're stuck down there. And I don't want to be stuck in a smelly place like this. cough, cough\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\n\"Well, we have Ru's rope, and I have one too, so I'd suggest using both. That way if one gets caught on one of those branches we can use the other one to pull Loretta up. How about Ru and I team up on one rope, and John and Jarek on the other, would that distribute our strenghts about equally?\"\n\nWhile saying this, she takes her rope out of her backpack." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "For all you searching: you find nothing of interest in this room. It obviously has been filling with organic matter for centuries, and all that is now in the room has come in from the outside. Hynerst studies the walls of the place. After scraping off some of the mud and caked-on dust, he reveals a very strange metal alloy making up the wall. You can't tell what the metal is made of off the top of your head; you'll need to roll a Knoweldge Architecture roll (versus DC 17) to figure out what it is." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHe concentrates on his knowledge of materials...\n knowledge architecture - (1d20+10)[ 18 ](28) " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "It's an alloy of mithril and adamantite that is incredibly hard. You don't know what could break through it, save a \"disintegrate\" spell or some such. It will never rust, and it must have cost a fortune to construct." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John shakes his head. \" Jarek and I have to stay within 30 feet of each other, or the spell is wasted. \" John takes a rope out of his backpack. \" I think Jarek and I should go down first, then everyone else .\"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek shrugs. \"Either way is fine with me, probably safer if there is any danger down there to have a couple go, although probably easier to have four of us helping one person down if I'm understanding you correctly Linon. Either way we should stay close enough to have the spell keep up. " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\n \n Originally Posted by Jarek \n \"Either way is fine with me, probably safer if there is any danger down there to have a couple go, although probably easier to have four of us helping one person down if I'm understanding you correctly Linon [...]\" \n \n\n \"Yes, that's what I meant. But if you two want to go, I'm fine with that as well. All I know is that it is no use getting me down there before we establish that that pool of mud is no more than 5 feet deep. With my armour on, we might as well lower a big rock down, it'd swim just as well.\" " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nUtterly fascinated by the unusual metal, Hynerst keeps stroking it, muttering \"Interesting\" .\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n \"Yes, that's what I meant. But if you two want to go, I'm fine with that as well. All I know is that it is no use getting me down there before we establish that that pool of mud is no more than 5 feet deep. With my armour on, we might as well lower a big rock down, it'd swim just as well.\" \n \n\nFrom the back, Hynerst whispers. \"If we lower a big rock, we know how deep the pool is, and we don't make our feet dirty.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\n \n Originally Posted by Hynerst \n \"If we lower a big rock, we know how deep the pool is, and we don't make our feet dirty.\" \n \n\nLinon can't help but chuckle at Hynerst's remark.\n\n \"That's right, a rock would even be more useful in some ways. However, it would only serve to measure the depth right next to the cliff, and we need to get all the way to the door. I'm afraid that at least one of us will have to get their feet dirty anyway. So, who's going to be our guinea rock?\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Hey, let me do it, \" suggests the voice of the bard. \" I'm still invisible, but this won't last forever. Anything attached to me is invisible, too, at least for 30 ft or so, so if there's anything down there, unless it hears me coming, I should be able to get the drop on it. Haul me up if I shout, though, eh? \"" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn looks down the chasm thoughtfully, then turns back. \" I think Hotaru's plan makes sense. He's invisible, so not a lot can see him, but if something does, we'll have our strongest people up here to haul him out. \"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\n\"Aye, sounds good. Let's get this rope ready.\" \n\nLoretta grabs the end of the rope, taking the anchor position." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"All right, then.\" Linon holds out her rope in the direction of Hotaru's voice. \"Or, well, it's your body, you should choose how many ropes you want to have attached to you.\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nRu takes the offered rope and winds it about his waist. His companions watch as the rope disappears and Linon appears to have only a tiny bit left.\n\n \n Spoiler \n((okay, let's check out my knot-tying ability))\nuse rope: (1d20+2)[ 5 ](7) \n((oh, dear 😦 ))\n \n\n I hope I'm not making a serious error in judgement here! Out loud, he says, \" Okay, I'm ready. \"\n\nAs they lower him into the pit:\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+6)[ 13 ](19) \nSpot: (1d20+1)[ 20 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": "Hynerst has a feather fall ready if necessary." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru can take 20 on \"use rope,\" seeing as how he's not in any danger and can try tying it again and again until he does it right. After he ties the knot, he gets lowered in the water. He gradually sinks in until he stops around mid-shin (the water is about one foot deep; treat as \"shallow bog,\" costs two movements to enter a square, increase DC of Tumble checks and Move Silently checks by two.) Those of you on the surface notice two barely perceptible \"bubbles\" where his invisible feet are. Now what?" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John yells down the chasm. \" Hotaru, can you see anything down there? \"" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n Euch! thinks Ru, grimacing at the water sloshing over his feet and over the tops of his boots.\n\nHe peers around ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d6+1)[ 3 ](4) \n \n\nDepending on what he sees, he'll run his hand along the wall, walking as quietly as possible to see how open the bottom is and if there are any openings (ie. tunnels) leading off.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 5 ](7) \n \n\n((hmm, yeah, not being too particularly quiet or observant, but I should still be able to get some kind of idea what the bottom looks like))" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To Hotaru:\n\nThere isn't anything particularly interesting down here. The organic matter is piled up where the door is, according to the map. It's mainly large branches and small tree trunks. The walls are so covered in caked mud that you can't feel the metal underneath it. Otherwise the area is relatively flat, and evenly deep (about one foot deep). Which way are you walking, specifically?" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru: Hold on, if you are trying to be sneaky you should roll a Move Silently check, with the appropriate +2 penalty for being in a shallow bog. Monsters can still detect you with a listen check. Was that last roll a search check or a move silently check?" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "OOC:\n\n \n Spoiler \nOh. Dang it, that last roll was a move silently check. Not that it matters, I suppose, looks like anything that wants to will pretty much hear me coming 🫤 Anyway, I only want to move the length of the rope and I'll have them pull me back up when I become visible again, which is probably fairly imminent, given the amount of talking before I jumped down the hole .... hmm, will head as straight towards the door as possible, that's C5, right?\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The entire mass of dead branches and tree trunks bursts into life. All of you (I presume you are looking down) see the mass of plant matter suddenly take on a vaguely humanoid form: a huge form at that. It has a recognizable head, two arms and a bundle of motile branches on it's lower side that function as legs. It is moving it's head back and forth, obviously looking for something it can't see on the bottom of the pit, although none of you can see anything resembling eyes on it's \"face\"." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " Oh, **, , *********! John screams in his head. He pulls back up on the rope, pulling Hotaru up as fast as he can.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 7 ] That's my strength check. Also, are we allowed to use the MM? Even if we are, this doesn't sound like any monster I can think of.\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \nJarek rapidly pulls backwards on the rope with all of his strength\n\n \n Spoiler \n [roll] 1d20+1 [/roll] strength check\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": "sorry for the double post\n\n\n[spoiler] [roll0] [/spoiler\n\ndangit.....okay, well I'll let somebody else post and then try again so I don't have a triple" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst stiffens a little (more) when the plant-thing erupts. He tries to compare it in his head with similar creatures he has read about.\nMeanwhile he drops his quarterstaff and nervously reaches for his crossbow.\n \n Spoiler \nwhichever is most appropriate:\n knowledge nature - (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \n knowledge dungeoneering - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n knowledge the planes - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n knowledge arcana - (1d20+15)[ 31 ] \n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nPulling in the rope as fast as she can, though it gets difficult when she can no longer see it, Linon is inwardly cursing herself for not bringing a ranged weapon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n strength check - (1d20+2)[ 8 ](10) \n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "John pulls Hotaru up with all his (18) strength, and has no problem lifting Hotaru off the ground, because Hotaru only weighs 110 pounds." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "As for the knowledge check; the appropriate knowledge category would be \"Nature,\" and you did not roll high enough, hynerst." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nRu had a second to eye the behemoth of a plant towering over him before echoing shouts informed him that the others had seen the creature too. His surprised intake of air shot out of him in a strangled cry as the rope tightened, slamming him back against the fuzzy wall with the speed of his retrieval. For a moment, Ru felt like he was flying as he rocketed out of the hole.\n\n\" Uh ... thanks, I think, \" he gasped, rolling over on his back. \" But did we have to be so hasty? \"\n\nHe unties the rope with shaking fingers, wincing at the now tender places under the harness.\n\n\" Not that I object to being saved! \" he adds quickly, seeing that look on John and Linon's faces, \" But were we so sure it wasn't friendly? \"" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "As you guys are talking the thing \"stares\" up at you; that is, it directs it's upper body at the sound of your voices. It walks over to you, it's huge cable-like arms rising to grasp you (which it can't do because it's not tall enough to reach you on the ledge.)" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"You make an excellent point, Ru, it might not mean us any harm. Still, better safe than sorry, and you did say that your invisibility wouldn't last indefinitely. Even a friendly creature might swat at something that wakes it up and then appears out of nowhere.\" \n\nShe turns to Loretta.\n\n \"What do you think, Loretta? Do you think it might let us pass if we give it a good talking to?\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek blinks at John's fantastic effort, I guess I didn't need to help that much after all. He also looks back to the beast, I'm gladd I wasn't down there. \n \"Well, I'd say it's better to be talking to it from out of it's reach anyway,\" says Jarek with a wry tone. \"Still, no time like the present.\" \n \"Helloo down there, any way we might go past you without ending up breakfast?\" He shouts down to the creature." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The creature looks up at you all with what would, on a normal creature, correspond to it's head. It obviously sees you, but you have no idea if it understands what you said, and, as it has no mouth, you have no idea how it would respond to you anyway." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst keeps quiet, as he's very dissapointed with himself about not knowing what that could be. He stares down at it uneasily from somewhere more to the side of the chasm. He has a grease spell ready in case the thing tries to climb up.\nMeanwhile, he slowly loads his crossbow." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Perhaps we could send someone to get Lady Deidre? I've seen druids talk to all sorts of weird things, from animals to plants and trees and even stones. Who knows, she might even be able to tell us what it is.\" \n\nShe's still looking at Loretta, remembering how she seemed to feel most at home navigating through the wilderness." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta racks her brain for anything she knows about this creature. A being made of scattered roots and vines, or alteast covered with them.\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] knowledge Nature\n (1d20+8)[ 11 ] knowledge Dungeons (if it applies)\n\nI didn't use rollv, so I don't know if I got 4 and 3 +8 each, or 12 and 11 without adding +8. I hope it's the latter, but I doubt it. so I have a 12.\n \n\n \"I really couldn't tell you Linon, maybe we can show it a flame and scare it off? Most plants are rather against being burnt alive.\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" You know, maybe it's just surprised to see us, \" suggests Ru. \" We are invading its home, after all. \"\n\n((he's visible now))\n\n\" Do we even have to go that way? Maybe we can get to those other doors by another path? Or, maybe I can sing it a lullaby and we can just sneak by? \"\n\n(( 😉 😁 ))" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Loretta: You rolled correctly. It's not enough to determine what the thing is, specifically." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "As the others are talking, John keeps watching the creature. He readies his shield, just in case the thing attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+1)[ 12 ] Knowledge (Nature)\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Allright then. While you try to find a way to sneak around it, or scare it off, I'll go and ask Lady Deidre whether she knows what this thing might be and how we might talk to it. After all, even if it turns hostile, I couldn't do much except shout at it or jump in its arms. I don't think either of those would be very helpful.\" \n\nLinon walks back to where the druid should be waiting for them." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst follows Linon, glad to have some distance between him and that Thing. The facts that it is less smelly outside, Linon is ok, and the druid might offer some knowledge, help too.\nHe keeps quiet, regularly looking back for any charging monsters, the crossbow tightly in his hands and a grease spell on his lips." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n \"If anybody happens to have a torch on hand we could toss it near the beast and see if it retreats, I only have a magical light, but I suppose we could lower it on a rope and see how it reacts.\" \n\nJarek reaches into his backpack and pulls out and everburning torch. He waves it back and forth in a wide arc to see what the beast does." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To Linon: \n Spoiler \n you tell Lady Deidre about the creature, and she thinks for a moment before answering. \"It is obviously intelligent. I don't know exactly what kind of creature it is, but I know that I could tell it to simply leave, if I wanted to. I do have powers over nature that none of you have. But I won't. It is a very ill omen that you turn back on the first problem you face. If that is the case, I might as well join you in clearing every room, and that is not my task in this endeavor. I am your rear guard, here to assure you that none molest you while you are down there. If I left my post here I could not defend you in this way.\n \"Even the simplest of creatures have needs, and fears and wants. Figure these out and I'm sure you will get past the creature.\"\n\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Thank you for shedding your light on this, Lady. I understand that you cannot come with us, but by sharing your knowledge you have helped us nonetheless. I would urge you not to see our coming to you as an ill omen, but rather as a reason to take heart.\n\nWe could probably have fought our way past this creature, most likely killing it, but I doubt we would bring our mission to a good end if we blindly attacked everything we encountered. I believe that to be truely successful we must make clever use of all available resources, and your wisdom is one of them.\" \n\nWhile walking back to the Cube, Linon discusses the druids words with Hynerst. What needs, fears and wants could such a creature have? Suddenly, a thought hits her.\n\n \"Mister Whistkingstone, do you believe that maybe that creature could be trapped down there? What if the solution to our problem is as simple as getting it back up?\" \n\nWhen they get back to the party, she tells them about what Lady Deidre has said and about her own idea, and asks them what they have found out." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John looks on in astonishment while Linon tells her story. \" You want to bring that thing up here? No. We haven't even established it's intelligent. Let alone not gonna eat us. \"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nHer hand patting Hoots, Loretta stands near the edge, the plant thing still under her gaze. It can't reach them, and she isn't inclined to reach it.\n\n Maybe it's hungry, granted i've no idea what it eats. Maybe he's getting claustraphobic... nah, plants usualy wouldn't get phobias. Loretta sighs, as she scratches Hoots ear. Least we didn't mindlessly jump the thing again, I might get lucky and not break my toes again this time. Though I will admit, if we're gonna take every fight this calculated we should have brought more wizards, so one of them could cast haste and we'd get this done faster. \n\nOOC: Don't mistake character bordom with player bordom, I'm actually enjoying this." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWhile meeting with the druid, Hynerst doesn't get very close, just close enough to hear everything she says. Discussing with Linon:\n \"I don't like us to bring it up, it looks angry and dangerous. I like us to kill it while we are safe.\nIf you do bring it up, I have a safe place to hide where it can't reach us.\" \n\nBack with the others, he stands there a little bit, thinking, out of reach of the chasm. Then he asks to no one in particular \"Do you know Sylvan, the language of the woods? Maybe it speaks Sylvan?\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek also looks at Linon in surprise, \"That thing is gigantic, I have doubts as to how we might haul something that big up here even if we could get ropes around it.\" \n\nOOC: Any reaction to the light?" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"I don't know how we would manage to get it up here either, let alone how it would squeeze through the entrance, but it just wouldn't be right to slaughter a defenseless creature simply because it is in our way. If none of us can talk to it, and we can't scare or lure it to one side with a flame or food so that we could pass, then... I guess I'm going to have to ask you to lower me down to see if it attacks. After all, as I said before, if we have to take it down I'm pretty useless up here.\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The creature does nothing in particular to the light." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John sighs. Damn stupid paladins.... . John looks at Hynerst. \" Hynerst, what spells do you have prepared that would hurt this thing? \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"I can probably hurt it with magic missiles, unless it somehow resists magic, which is possible for powerful creatures. I can also shoot arrows of acid at it, but that has a similar problem and neither do a lot of damage. I can also prepare a great ball of fire, which does a lot of damage, unless it is resistant to either fire or my magic. Regretfully, we do not know what this is or what to expect.\" \nHe shuffles a bit with his feet, staring down uncertainly.\n \"Instead of wasting magic when we are safe, can we not stone it, or throw burning branches at it? Then at least we know whether fire affects it.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nObviously annoyed now, Linon walks over to the edge of the chasm, all the while venting her frustration without addressing anyone in particular:\n\n \"I can't believe that all that time Mister Whistkingstone and I walked over to Lady Deidre and back you have just been standing around gawping at this creature. So it doesn't react to light, but what about water? Or those plants we cut down at the entrance? Or just plain earth? And how about actually trying to establish whether it is intelligent or not?\" \n\nReaching the edge, she bows over it, looks the creature squarely in the face (or wherever its face would be) and says slowly:\n\n \"IF - YOU - CAN - HEAR - ME, - PLEASE - STEP - BACK\" \n\nIf the creature doesn't react, she takes a moment to contemplate the unthinkable - that she would attack it unprovoked.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShe's wearing her Phylactery of Faithfulness, so if attacking the creature would change her alignment or her standing with St. Cuthbert, she'll know.\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n \"Well actually, I did try to comunicate with it, it doesn't seem to have a way of communicating, and I don't have a torch other than this light to see how heat affects it, but if you want to try earth...\" \n\nAssuming the creature doesn't back up when Linon speaks, Jarek grabs a clump of debree and throws it fairly near to the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 24 ] ranged touch attack at a 5 foot square adjacent to the beastie\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "It responds to Linon's question by simply looking up at her with it's \"face.\" When Jerek throws a clump of dirt down near it, it instantaneously flails at the ground where it landed with it's whiplike appendages. Then it flails it's arm-branches in the air like a tree in a heavy wind." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\n\" \"Well I wouldn't place heavy odd's on survival for whoever might go down there.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Well, I guess it is just a monster after all. Still, I don't want to watch this, I'm going to wait outside. I'd feel like a band of hobgoblins barging into a farm and murdering the farmer.\" \n\nShe walks outside, distraught because she was unable to help the creature." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst checks whether there are stones on the ground outside or dry branches." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John shakes his head. \" I was only going to suggest covering whoever went down there with the magic, but I guess we are not doing that. \" John looks around and sighs. \" Well, let's get this over with \" He begins to look around for branches or something that can burn." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "You can find all of the dry timber you want outside. Everything inside this room in The Cube is slimy with mold and probably won't burn." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nWithout letting go of her axe and hammer, Loretta takes a seat at the edge of the chasm. Her little dwarven legs hanging over the lip.\n\n Well... aren't we the most effective party ever. We're already asking for help, dealing with problems seperately, and taking forever to do it. \n\nLoretta smiles.\n\n We sound like a real party. Heh, I bet we stop and heal after we deal with this guy. \n \"Come on big guy, if you don't wanna be burned alive you might wanna try something.\" she says as she kicks her short legs." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John looks over at Loretta. That doesn't really seem to smart. \" Loretta, I really don't think that teasing that thing is a good idea. You're gonna piss it off. \" John calls out, heading for the exit to gather some wood." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " \"Jarek\" \n\nJarek looks about the group falling apart. He also looks back to the creature. Hmm, I suppose there might be some way around it. Jarek snaps his fingers.\n\n \"Look, as much as I like everyone doing there own thing, I think there might be a way to combine everyone's plans. Loretta, see if you can get it's attention to one side of the room.\" Jarek runs out of the room, and yells to the two wood gatherers, \" don't light the fire quite yet, I'll be ready to help you carry some in a bit.\" Jarek track's down Linon, and tries to get her attention. \"Look, I know that you're upset, but I think that I have a plan to keep away from the creature, and not hurt it either, really it combines the best of what everyone is doing, but I'm not good at convincing people, and I think you could bring the group back together.\" Jarek explains to her that he thinks if Loretta can get the creature to one side or the other then the rest of the group could try to build a barrier of wood and fire that would keep it there, then all we'd have to do is find the door. The whole place shouldn't light on fire, he guessed, since it is so damp, but if we can get a decent pile of wood in a straight line, maybe the stuff on top will light. Things seemed a lot drier outside, so they might float fairly well. I don't know if it is perfect, but it seems like the best idea that I can think of, and it might take a long dang time, so we just need somebody to keep us organized. \"What do you think?\" he askes her." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John goes over to Jarek and Linon, carrying a bundle of wood. \" So, Jarek, what's the plan? \" John asks, in a genuinely-polite-yet-slightly-sarcastic-tone." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst is very carefully gathering wood, painfully studying every branch for mold or wet spots, and making sure he doesn't stain his robes, when Jarek gathers everyone for his plan.\nHe listens very quietly, but bursts out with concerns when Jarek is finished.\n \"What if it is not scared of fire? What if the fire burns out, and we want to get back out, worn down from other challenges?\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nFinding Linon isn't hard, sinced she never strayed too far from the entrance to the Cube. A grateful smile spreads across her face as she listens to Jarek.\n\n \"I simply love your plan, Jarek, and I don't think you particularly need someone else to help you convince the others. I'd say you were doing a pretty good job right now. So how could I help out? Shall I gather more wood?\" \n \"Oh, John,\" she calls out as she sees John approaching, \"You have to listen to Jarek! He has the most wonderful plan!\" \n\nShe then darts off to the nearby shrubs to look for dry wood. Those watching her get the distinct impression that if it hadn't been for her heavy armour, she might have been skipping." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek slightly grimaces as Linon goes off, damnit, I didn't really want to be running around dealing with everyone, I just wanted to make it so we weren't all pissed at each other. Oh well. Jarek explains the plan to the others, winces at John's sarcasm, and nods at Hynerst's points. \"Well, you have some good points Hyrnerst. I was just doing my best to find a non violent solution, and you do have a pretty good point there. It's pretty likely it's afraid of fire, but not completely for sure. I suppose we could test that before we go completely out of the way, I just assumed you all were gathering wood because you thought it would be too. Could be wrong. The length is an issue though, you are right. I'm not sure exactly what to do about it, I can carry a few pounds of wood in my bag, it's magical, but not as much as we might need. Although if it is scared of fire, and wall of fire idea works, it might take a lot less on the way out. It seems at least sort of smart, and maybe it'll be afraid we'll use more fire on the way out if we just brandish a little bit. It's not a perfect plan either, so if anyone has any ideas, or just wants to shoot it down, go right ahead.\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nRu sat down next to Loretta on the chasm edge. He leaned his chin in one hand, resting on an elbow upon his thigh.\n\n\" What good's a druid who won't speak to plants? \" he muttered. \" Making a barrier to distract it is good sense, though, don't you think? Likely we can find another way out once we're in. \"\n\nHe gave the dwarf a thoughtful look. \" How are you going to draw the creature over here while they set the bonfire? \"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta\n\n\"I dunno...\" starts Loretta, as she let's the ideas cross her mind. \"Pretty sure we can just provoke it by tossin dirt at it. Wither that'll make it mad so it comes closer to me, or annoyed and it tries to back away is it's decision. If not dirt then some heavier rocks.\" \n\nShe sighs, \"Granted you rarely get a chance to observe something like this, unless you throw plant matter on an orc, and it's kinda interesting to watch how this guy walks, moves, and looks around, for lack of a better term. I kinda wish it was a little more straight forward. Though I shouldn't say anything, because we'll be up to our ears in trouble soon enough.\" Loretta leans back for a moment, quietly laughing at the absurdity. \"Imagine if this story was being told; \"and the heroes met their first challenge by yelling at each other, asking for help, and trapping a creature in a corner because they were too cautious of traps to even take the first real step in.\" Heh.\" Loretta leans back forward, eyeballing the creature again. \"At least we don't have someone with barbaric roots with us; I remember one guy, nut case really. He would have hopped down there without a moments notice, and slashed viney into pieces just as fast. Got a few scars from adventureing with him, to be sure.\" \n\nLoretta stands up, and put's away her axe and hammer. Noticibly her dwarven accent kicks in again. \"Sorry, I be rambling again. I'ma go get some rocks to toss.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " \n Originally Posted by webgem \n Jarek \n\nJarek slightly grimaces as Linon goes off, damnit, I didn't really want to be running around dealing with everyone, I just wanted to make it so we weren't all pissed at each other. Oh well. Jarek explains the plan to the others, winces at John's sarcasm, and nods at Hynerst's points. \"Well, you have some good points Hyrnerst. I was just doing my best to find a non violent solution, and you do have a pretty good point there. It's pretty likely it's afraid of fire, but not completely for sure. I suppose we could test that before we go completely out of the way, I just assumed you all were gathering wood because you thought it would be too. Could be wrong. The length is an issue though, you are right. I'm not sure exactly what to do about it, I can carry a few pounds of wood in my bag, it's magical, but not as much as we might need. Although if it is scared of fire, and wall of fire idea works, it might take a lot less on the way out. It seems at least sort of smart, and maybe it'll be afraid we'll use more fire on the way out if we just brandish a little bit. It's not a perfect plan either, so if anyone has any ideas, or just wants to shoot it down, go right ahead.\" \n \n\nJohn nods while Jarek is telling his plan.. \" I like the plan, I think it's a good one. But, uh, one thing: we are still going to have to deal with this thing after we come back, and I'd really rather do it sooner rather than later. \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nnagging:\n \"Why don't we just kill it? It is safer to kill it from up here.\" \nHesitantly, he adds:\n \"If it can climb a rope, we could throw down a rope, and hide in an extradimensional space until it's gone? After that, we can block the entrance.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nGathering enough wood for a barrier is hard work, but Linon is in such high spirits that she doesn't notice. Whenever the concerns of her companions reach her, she does her best to impart some of her own enthousiasm on them, unknowingly taking up the part that Jarek had designed for her.\n\n \"I know that this plan isn't foolproof, Mister Whistkingstone, but then again plans very rarely are. I understand that you are mostly concerned about everybody's safety and I think that is very laudable, yet remember how everybody was aching to go down first. In our hearts we all want to be heroes in our own way, and for most of us that includes taking a hit for a friend once in a while. I'll make sure to walk inbetween you and the barrier at all times, and who knows? If it decides to charge through it'll probably do so while you are still up here and then I could carry you across the mud safely afterwards, keeping your robes clean.\"\n\n\"Yes, John, my weapon is burning in my hand too. Think of it this way: we're giving the creature a fair chance and if it doesn't take it, we'll get to valiantly fight side by side and practice those flanking manoeuvres we discussed. I find that thought a lot more appealing than the endless process of firing and reloading crossbows, while at the same time involving a lot less risk than my idea to bring it up here.\"\n\n\"Ah, but you forget one essential detail, Loretta. No story ever gets told exactly the way it happened, and I'm sure that when the time comes to compose the Ballad of the Cube, the person holding the quill will put a heroic spin on things.\" Here she gives Hotaru a meaningful wink.\n\nEdit: ((Sorry Bender, you posted while I was typing.)) Linon likes Hynerst's proposal, but once again brings up the fact that the creature probably wouldn't be able to squeeze through the entrance. However, if the others want to give it a try, she's all for it.\n\nEdit 2: Fixed colour 😳" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John smiles at Linon's perky attitude and bright words. \" Alright, I suppose we'll do it your way Linon. \" He continues picking up wood. After he gets an armful (about 50 pounds or so) he walks over to Jarek. \" Jarek, what do you want me to do with these logs? Just toss them in the pit? \"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nOOC: I only say this after the creature is lured to the side, if the \"lure\" doesn't work this plan is pretty much done fer.\n \"Yeah, that should work, try to make something of a barrier between it and where we think the door might be, we'll probably need the strong folks like you to do the far end of the barrier.\" Jarek also starts carrying wood into the cube." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John nods, but when he goes over to the pit, he says \" Hotaru, we need everybody gathering wood, alright? \" John then puts the wood down next to the pit, at the half-way point." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta walks over to one side of the opening, and starts calling toward the thing. \"Hey, shrubs, yo! look over here~ Oooohoooh.\" Loretta starts, seeing if she can get the big guy to waddle over to her. Hopefully he'll get closer to her at the sides edge, weither he's curious or trying to attack her is it's idea.\n\nIf he doesn't move over, she'll toss some smaller rocks and dirt in the corner, see if he'll move over there. And of course, failing that she'll toss a few rocks at him. Nothing damaging yet, just annoying.\n\nOOC: here's hoping he's a bit curious." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst quietly and slowly helps with the wood gathering. Because he only carries a fraction of the others and watches every step carefully, he's really more hindrance than anything else." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nRu sighs and joins in the wood gathering. \" Just how much do we need? \" he asks, seeing how much has already been gathered." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The creature walks towards the side Loretta is on and tries to flail at her with it's tendrils, which are too short to reach her. It is somewhat curious about the log pile building at the bottom of the pit, but soon looses interest in that and tries to pull down Loretta.\n\nI don't think building a fire should be too hard. Let's say it'll take an hour to get all the stuff together." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "Gathering wood, and going back and forth, John pauses every once in a while to look proudly on the fast growing woodpile. Halfway to the door, he comes to a sudden stop, then turns around slowly. He quietly walks over to the edge. \" Um, guys, what if it climbs on the woodpile? \"\nJohn calls out to the rest of the party." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst immediately stops. Very concerned: \"Yes, what if it climbs on the woodpile?\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon sighs and puts down the wood that she was holding.\n\n \"Well, to be quite honest I was sort of hoping that's what it would do after the fire died out. You know, realise that this is no longer a suitable home and get out. That way the Cube would be safe for Yashar's men when they come to get the treasure, but we wouldn't have to kill it. Face it, the way it's been acting so far doesn't really spell \"friendly\".\" \n\nShe looks John and Hynerst in the eye before she continues:\n\n \"I am not going to think any less of you if you want to kill this creature from up here. It would be by far the fastest, safest and most efficient way of dealing with it, now that we know that Lady Deidre has no intention of talking to it.\n\nI know for a fact that it would not be a crime. That doesn't mean I have to like it. I don't. I don't want to watch you do it. I wouldn't want to participate even if I thought I could. I prefer Jarek's plan, or any other plan that gives it a chance to retreat or surrender. But trust me, if it finds a way of hurting any of you, I'll come to fight it off. If I thought it would put you in danger not to have me here, I'd stay. Just as long as there's no reason, I'd rather not be forced to do something that goes against my nature.\n\nNow we're never going to get anywhere if we keep going back and forth. We're six different people, chances are that in any given situation, some of us are going to want to go about it differently than others. You two obviously feel strongly against letting it live. I can accept that regardless of my own preference. I'd like to hear how the rest of us feel, so we can finally decide upon a plan and stick with it.\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek tosses a few more sticks onto the barrier, as the worries about height come up he ponders a moment. \"It probably doesn't really need to be that high of a barrier, just a couple feet high and in a long enough line that won't be able to get around, although if it can just climb up we could let it go and it probably wouldn't come back. I'm fine with either plan though, it was just an alternate option, the shooting with a bow is far safer I agree. Either way is equally fine with me, I'm fine with the idea that it might be behind us at the end, I'll play it by ear, or if the general concensus is shoot it, I guess I could stomach it. Who knows maybe a couple shots will have it cowering in the corner. \" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nWith arms full of wood, Ru sighs. \" Why stop now? Let's see if this plan works. We can always change our minds again once we see what it will do. \"" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John turns to Linon. \" If we are going to kill that thing, I'd prefer to jump down there myself and have a good, old fashioned sword fight. But, I'm good with whatever the group wants to do, and I'm guessing that is finishing up the pile of wood and lighting it on fire. \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWith all the commotion and discussion, Hynerst blocks and stays where he is. He rocks backwards and forwards a bit, staring at his knees." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nThough it looks silly, Loretta continues making faces and noises at the plant monster. If only to keep it's attention. At one point even reaching down with her axe though she keeps it still out of his reach.\n\n \"Is it enough to stop him yet? He might be getting bored of watching me.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon's immediate urge when she sees Hynerst's distress is to halt the others and convince them to change plans. Obviously the view of the creature flailing violently at Loretta, combined with John's suggestion that it might climb up here, have paralysed the man with fear. It had always struck her as particularly injust that making group decisions by majority, while a fair principle in itself, could lead to ignoring the concerns of an individual.\n\nHowever, she is reminded of her own words:\" we're never going to get anywhere if we keep going back and forth .\" Their woodpile is all but finished, Loretta has been playing the clown for almost an hour already and they are all getting weary of the situation. Therefore, she unhooks her gauntlets, walks over to Hynerst, lays her hands on his arm in what she hopes is a soothing gesture and gently ushers him outside.\n\n \"Come along, Mister Whistkingstone, let's go and get some fresh air. You'll feel better once you are out of this dank smell. Why don't you look at your copy of the map again, think about what might await us in the next room and what our options are to deal with it. There, I think you will be quite safe here. Now if anything happens, remember that we can hear you quite well, so you need only call and we'll come. I will come back in a few minutes to see how you are.\" \n\nAs soon as Hynerst has calmed down somewhat, she goes back and doubles her efforts on throwing wood down the pit, occasionally popping out to check up on Hynerst. Not very keen to have a repeat of everybody wanting to go down first, she suggests keeping a strong log that's wider than the entrance of the Cube, lodging it outside in front of the entrance and tying their ropes to it. That way, several people can climb down at once without needing anyone to hold the ropes.\n\nWhen they are all satisfied that there is enough wood to make a fire that'll burn high enough and long enough for their plan, she borrows Hynerst's torch and invites him back in, stressing that it is quite ok for him to stay outside if that makes him feel safer.\n\nWith the torch, she sets five bundles of dry grass on fire, hands four of them to her companions and waits for all of them to be ready to throw them all down at once at different spots on their wall of wood. Anxiously, she awaits the creature's reaction to the fire." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWhen Linon touches Hynerst, his reaction is very sudden and explosive. He knocks her hand away and shouts \"Don't touch me\" . A few moments later he hesitantly adds \"I don't like people to touch me\" . He does follow her outside.\nOutside, he doesn't reply and doesn't take out the map. He looks to be deep in thought.\n\nHis everburning torch doesn't set anything on fire, but he offers a flint and steel to light the dry grass." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John looks around at his companions. \" I'm ready. You guys? \"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n \"Sorry vines for brains. Either you learn to breathe fire, or go find a corner.\" \n\nLoretta stands up, readies her axe and set's her hammer on her belt for easy access once she tosses her bundle of flame." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nWhatever his reservations are, Ru, too, is ready for action, taking his flaming grass bundle and nodding that he, too, is ready." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n \"Okay, well I guess I should toss start this thing, shall we say everyone on three?\" Assuming everyone agrees with him, Jarek counts \"One, Two, Three\n\" and tosses his burning brand towards the back of the line.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \ntouch attack\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The wood pile lights easily. After five minutes, the entire line of fire is burning. The plant creature stays as far back as it can from the wall, obviously terrified of smoke. Then, with huge WHUMPS striking the side of the pit (i.e. closest to the entrance) it smacks the wall. The entire floor shakes, and you hear giant segments of the mud wall crashing down into the puddle at the bottom. The creature makes a noise like a gale howling through a forest." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nOutside, Hynerst stiffens up and readies his crossbow. He doesn't move to look what's happening inside." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\n\" NOT GOOD! THIS IS NOT GOOD! \" John screams. He readies his sword and shield, preparing for battle." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Well, what are we waiting for? \" shouts Ru above all the commotion. \" I thought we were climbing down? It's occupied, the trick worked, let's go! \"" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. Uh, damn... Gotta keep control of myself. He walks over to the half of the pit where the plant-thing isn't, and when one of the dirt clumps slides down, he jumps on it and goes with it." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To John: \n Spoiler \n John, I'd suggest Jumping down or Climbing down, as you've got good modifiers to both those skills. You'll take 2d6 damage if you simply jump down from 25 feet.\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " \n Spoiler \n It wasn't actually \"jumping\" it was sliding down on one of the big pieces of dirt going down, but I'll make the check.\n (1d20+7)[ 23 ] Jump\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "To John: \n Spoiler \n okay. Sorry for misunderstanding. You land on the bottom, on your feet (because of your good Jump roll), with the wall of smoky branches protecting you from the plant creature.\n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "Ru will follow John, but more slowly and carefully along the ropes.\n\nclimb check: (1d20+2)[ 7 ](9) \n\n((If I can, though I don't know how much time we have, to take 10 on the climb, to make sure I get to the bottom without splattering))\n\n🙂" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nLoretta walks over to the edge, and get's ready to help anyone who needs it get down. Not everyone can take this kind of jump.\n\n\"Ok, anyone need a hand? come on.\"\n\nwhen everyone eventually get's down, she'll hop down too." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek goes to the edge of the pit and climbs slowly down into the pit if able.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n[/roll]1d20+1[/roll] climb\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nsorry\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 11 ] climb\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nWith a trembling voice, Hynerst calls out \"What's going on inside?\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn sighs when he hears Hynerst yell. He looks up, and yells out, \" It's okay Hynerst, come on in, it's safe! \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nAfter hesitating a few moments, straining to convince himself this is the only way but not quite believing it, he tucks away his crossbow, takes a deep breath and enters. He goes straight for the rope and clumsily tries to climb down, still holding the deep breath he took outside.\n \n Spoiler \n( climb check (1d20=3) , rest of the post supposes that's not enough; if it is, I'll edit)\n \n\nIn his rush, he doesn't find a footrest, he slips, his arms hold on a few moments, and with a groan he has to let go, quickly uttering the verbal essence of feather fall to save himself.\nHe lands quietly, his nose wrinkled from distaste about the putrid water. He creates some distance between himself and the threatening flames and beast and starts moaning while waving nervously backwards and forwards. \"Open the door, open the door, open the door, open the door\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The wall is 25 feet high. Each successful climb check means you can move 7.5 feet down the rope (as per the \"climb\" skill rules on pg 69 of the PHB). The DC of this wall is 10. (5 for \"rope with wall to brace against, +5 DC for \"slippery wall\" as the wall is made of mud and is therefore very slippery). Therefore Jerek climbs down 7.5 feet this round, leaving 17.5 feet remaining to go, whereas Ru does not make any progress down the wall, but he didn't slip and fall off. Hynerst fell but landed safely at the bottom due to the feather fall spell. You can't take 10 on the wall now, as the creature is actively destroying part of the wall." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek nearly slips as he climbs down the rope, but somehow manages to hang on, he continues to climb down the rope, and actually seems to be enjoying the somewhat wild ride.\n\nOOC: My movement is actually at 40 right now because of long strider spell, so I'm 10 feet down.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] climb\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Jarek: You descend another 10 feet. You are 5 feet from the bottom by now and could simply let go of the rope and fall to the ground (you'd take no damage because you are less than 10 feet from the ground)." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon unties all but one rope, throws down her shield and uses the last rope to make an attempt at climbing down too. Once down, she stays inbetween Hynerst and the fiery pile of wood.\n\n \n Spoiler \n First climb check - (1d20-4)[ 12 ](8) , second climb check - (1d20-4)[ 15 ](11) , third climb check - (1d20-4)[ 6 ](2) Modifiers: +2 strength -6 Armor Check Penalty\n Falling damage - (2d6)[ 4 ][ 4 ](8) I'll take the first d6 if she manages to get far enough before falling.\n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n((Whew! Well, that's a relief, too bad on the creature though.))\n\nOkay, to try that again ...\n\n \n Spoiler \n1st climb check: (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) \n2nd climb check: (1d20+2)[ 9 ](11) \n3rd: (1d20+2)[ 13 ](15) \nand by my calculations I should be close enough that if I haven't already fallen I can drop the rest of the way...\njump check: (1d20+4)[ 14 ](18) \n \n\nWhoo-hoo! Made it! Guess Ru was able to keep his attention on what he was doing after al! 😛" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Linon: You only take 4 damage, because you were between 10 and 20 feet when you fell off the rope (for a total of 1d6 damage.)" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John helps Linon up, and when she's up, he turns to everyone else. \"So, what now?\"" }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n \"We go in, no?\" Loretta states, shaking the numbing feeling from her ungraceful drop. Dwarves aren't particularly awarded jumpers. \"I'll take point if ye want a dark-eye up front, but I think I'd best walk the back. In case brambles wants to follow us and start something.\" Loretta gives a playful push to Linon, but with care for her slip on the rope. \"Come on then. I'd like to see something besides a frightnened tree about us. Heh.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nAfter John helps her up, Linon picks up her shield, makes a half-hearted attempt to shake of the mud and draws her weapon. She sticks her tongue out at Loretta and grins as she calls out to Jarek:\n\n \"Having any luck finding the door underneath that mud, Jarek? If you need a hand, just let us know!\" \n So here we are next to 25 feet of fire and an enraged hunk of fertiliser, and they are all consideration because I fell and twisted my ankle. I have never had more dauntless or warmhearted companions. \n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 17 ](22) Any sign of the door now that we are closer by?\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst continues to wave from front to back, well away from the fire, groaning \"The second room says \"Our fellows fell…all the gold is gone, but we dare not retrieve it.\" ... open the door ... Our fellows fell…all the gold is gone, but we dare not retrieve it. ... \" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Search would be the skill to have here. Where the door is, according to the map, is covered by a hill of mud." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \" May I help? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll see if I can assist with that search check (to whomever has the highest search)\nsearch check: (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) \n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek also attempts to help.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20)[ 12 ] \n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "While you all are looking for the door, the plant creature to continues to tear down the wall. Soon you see that he has actually created a ramp for itself and is climbing out of the wall to the sunlight. The daylight is momentarily blocked as it struggles to fit it's huge mass through the door, but then it's gone." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn looks around for the door with the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nVisibly calmed by the escape of the plant-thing, Hynerst stops groaning and, from a distance, points at the part of the wall that should contain the door according to the map." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Oh, look, he made it!\" Linon cheers as the light floods through the door again. Very pleased, she looks towards the heap of mud that's hiding the door. After a rather feeble attempt to help their search, Linon finds that John, Jarek and Hotaru are probably better off without her standing in the way and starts throwing mud on the burning wall to douse the fire. (E5)" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "You find the frame of a door underneath the mud. The door seems to swing outward, so you'll need to move the mud before you can get through it. I'd say there is three (5 X 5) cubic squares of debris blocking this door, which will make excavation somewhat lengthy. Anybody got a shovel?" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek begins to pull away muck, somewhat slowly due to lack of tools\n\nOOC: how could I forget the mighty shovel, ultimate weapon really, kill your enemies and bury them too!" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst avoids standing in the way while others clean away the mud. He keeps looking at his ankles disappearing in the water." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nUsing her shield, Linon shovels big heaps of mud from the door to the burning wood." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn also helps scoop away mud, slowly carrying it away from the door." }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nMaking impromtu use of her axe as a shovel, Loretta begins scooping hunks of mud away. Which isn't very effective, since her axe is flat. So she decides against that and just starts going at the mud with her hands.\n\nHard to tell if it's because she's a dwarf or a ranger, but she seems to be enjoying playing in the mud." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "You all manage to clear out enough off the door that you can try to open it. The problem is, the muck keeps on rushing back to fill the hole you have made; it might be a problem trying to open the door from the other side." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Well, twiggy or not, it doesn't look like we'll be coming back this way. Unless anyone has any bright ideas to keep the door propped open? Gah! I hate mud! \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nIn his usual nervous and monotonous way:\n \"We have to return this way, there is no other way, if the door is trapped from this side, we can't leave. We can't make a hole in the walls. Can you remove the door from its hinges? As that is probably out safest option not to be closed in.\" \n\nHynerst doesn't move closer, but has his crossbow prepared when someone opens the door." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The door swings open towards you. It has no visible hinges; it seems to swing on pivots punched below and above the door on it's left side. It is not locked, but is extremely heavy. It can be opened by a large metal ring on it's right side." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Does anybody want to try opening it?" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nOOC: Du-du-du-doo! Du-da-doo!* Herioc Pose I will!\n\nIC: John gingerly touches the heavy door, then withdraws. He looks back at everyone. \" I don't suppose anyone bothered searching this for traps? \"\n\nOOC: Or not." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"I'm afraid none of us really know how to do that,\" Linon says with a sorrowful look, looking questioningly at the spellcasters of the group - you never know what kind of tricks they might have up their sleeves.\n\n \"If it comes down to taking our chances with it, I would suggest that Jarek opens the door. After all, he is the one favoured by Lady Luck, and if it does go wrong, the two of you will share the damage. I think that would be better than risking grievous injury on just one of us.\n\nMister Whistkingstone is right, though. Before we press on, we should make sure that we'll be able to get out again. Anybody have any ideas how we might keep those doors from shutting us in?\" \n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nHexonxonx, do you still check the OOC thread? Would you prefer we ask all our questions here?\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nAt the mention of traps, Hynerst starts breeding faster.\n \"I can check for arcane traps.\" \nHe starts to mumble, moving his hand in practised gestures. His eyes grow less dull as he casts detect magic . Regardless of whether he sees anything on the door or not, he continues to concentrate on the spell.\n \n Spoiler \njust in case: spellcraft +14\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek shrugs and smiles.\n\n \"I'm not opposed to trying my luck, although I am feeling a little bit akward, I forgot to prepare my traps spell. On the other hand, as far as damage goes, I don't actually share my damage with John, only the other way, but heck, here's my lesson if it hits me for not preparing that spell.\" \n\nJarek reaches out and attempts to open the door.\n\n(edit, oh yeah, I forgot to add...that I wait to see if arcane traps appear, if that is the case I'd probably try to dispel first, I'm into luck but not stupid.....but this is only an edit, so I'll take the stupidity if it comes)" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hynerst: There are no arcane traps on the door. Keep in mind that detect magic is blocked by an inch of metal, so can't be sure there are no arcane traps immediately behind the door. But the door itself is not arcane trapped.\n\n[ooc: I do check the OOC thread. You might simply want to post here in ooc asides to make all of our dialogue appear in one place.]" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon pulls a larger piece of muddy wood out of their wall.\n\n \"We could try to block the door with this, I suppose... but I have no idea whether that would suffice to keep it open.\" \n\nAs soon as someone decides to open the door, she moves aside and in front of Hynerst - you never know when things will blow up on you.\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nI humbly apologise to Jarek for forgetting that Shield Other only works one way. I was mainly thinking of the fact that clerics of Luck get to reroll their save if it's necessary.\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nAfter carefully studying the door from a distance: \"There are no traps I can detect, but a clever and devious mind might have hidden a trap behind the door to make it undetectable. Those who made this cube were certainly clever and devious enough.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn puts his hand on Jarek's shoulder. \" I'll do it, but thanks for the offer. I'd rather have myself get hurt than one of you guys. \"" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nSpeaking of not being stupid ... 😉 ... Ru will duck out of immediate line of sight of the door. He also has his bow at the ready.\n\n\" Say, if the door is opening towards us, will the mud keep it propped open? \"" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "(OOC: This is something that Knowledge architecture could help out in)" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Jerek opens the door and...nothing happens. It's easy to move despite it's enormous weight because of excellent technological design, which impresses Loretta, who has an eye for smoothly designed metal artifacts. However, the weight of the water rushing into the next room is pushing the door closed slowly but steadily." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " \n Originally Posted by hexonxonx \n (OOC: This is something that Knowledge architecture could help out in) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n knowledge architecture - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \nIf nothing possibly harmful happens, hynerst keeps concentrating on the detect magic to see into the next room. Afterwards he'll probably take a look at the door: what is the material? are there carvings/reliefs?\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John rushes over to keep the door pushed open.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] Strength check.\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nAs nothing harmful happens, Linon walks over to a spot from where she can look through the door inside the next room. She peers inside and scans it for anything evil.\n\n \"We should be careful. Whatever killed the comrades from our map-makers might still be there, invisible or hiding on another plane...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 12 ](17) and detecting evil, obviously.\nIn case anybody wonders, she is interpreting 'our comrades fell' as in 'fallen heroes, slain by something terrible', rather than 'falling into a pit trap'. For all we know, that piece of information refers to two people who fell in love with each other, stole the party's gold and made off to the elemental plane of fire😉\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Beyond the door is a stairway going up, after that an open space. You can't tell much about the room beyond it now, as it is mainly beyond your line of sight. The two detect spells (evil and magic) can't \"see\" anything from this vantage point, as there is no line of sight access." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nWhile he knows he can't see as well in the dark as dwarves, Ru will move up to the door and take a look around with his low-light vision, and listen to see if he can detect anything. Just trying to be helpful, not all danger will light up for a magical detection! 😁\n\nspot: (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \nlisten: (1d20+6)[ 12 ](18) " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru hears or sees nothing beyond the stairwell." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"It looks like we will have to wait a while longer to sate our curiosity. On the other hand, this gives us the time we need to devise something to keep this door open before John tires of being a doorstop. Loretta, you must have built wooden structures before, and Mister Whistkingstone, Ru, the two of you possess a great deal of knowledge, what suggestions do you have?\" \n ((OOC: Assuming here that Hynerst's 22 on Knowledge (Architecture) was sufficient to give him insight as to how to best tackle this, and that he would say so)) \n \"Thank you, Mister Whistkingstone, that sounds like an excellent plan. So I put this log down like this, and then another one next to it... how about this one, would that be big enough?\" \n\nShe carries out Hynersts instructions as well as she can until some kind of structure is in place that everybody is happy with. As she grasps her mace and shield, she looks down her muddy front. Just like Loretta, she is all but covered in mud now. Grinning, she turns towards Hynerst and spreads her arms to show off the dirt.\n\n \"I'm not usually one to come back on my word, Mister Whistkingstone, but I'm afraid that carrying you across the mud now would be quite counterproductive.\" \n\nStill grinning, she looks up at the stairs.\n\n \"Well, then, shall we? John, how about you lead the way this time?\" " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nShaking a bit of mud from her fingers so she could better wipe her face and eyes, Loretta laughs.\n\n \"Heh, what we wouldn't do for a gnomish door brake.\" Loretta jests. Reaching for her pack she pulls out a small throwing hammer. \"Guess if all else fails, we can settle for the dwarven one, wedge a hammer in it. Not like the doors can completely close with a big metal hammer stuck between them.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n \"Well, then, shall we? John, how about you lead the way this time?\" \n \n\nJohn smiles and unsheathes his sword and puts up his shield. He points his sword down the stairwell, and says, \" Gladly, milady. Tally-ho! \"\n\nAs John descends into the stair, he keep his shield up, moves slow, and crouches low, preparing for any traps. He also looks and listens for anything.\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing Darkvision\n (1d20+2)[ 3 ] Spot\n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] Listen\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon follows John, making sure to look in all directions and listening for any sign of danger. As soon as she reaches the spot beyond which she couldn't see before, she starts detecting evil again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 2 ](7) and Spot - (1d20+5)[ 16 ](21) \n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek follows after, doing his best to keep in range for the spell, he readies his crossbow and looks about. (OOC does somebody have a light out? is it okay if I have one out, because I'm the only one without lowlight or darkvision, and I don't want to spoil any surprise we might have, I have an everburning torch, probably not in actual torch form though, I was imagining more of a amulet I could put around my neck, anyways my post is the same either way just I can see if there is light, not if there isn't 😎 ) He attempts to peer about and listen carefully.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+3)[ 14 ] listen\n (1d20+3)[ 18 ] spot\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The stairway occupies squares A5, A4, B5, B4 (make sure you are using the \"standard chess coordinates; this places the stairway on the lefthand side of the room right against the wall. The stairway takes you all up ten feet. You see that the walls are intricately decorated. Every inch of the walls depicts a graphic scene. It's almost like reading a story in a language none of you understand. (But you could Decipher Script DC 20 to figure it out) On the first wall (Where the door emerges from): Adventurers decked out in armor raid what seems to be a genie's fortress deep under the earth. On the second wall: They slay a huge and particularly fat genie with their swords. On the third wall: They haul off sacks full of treasure of all varieties: gold, silver, rubies, sapphires, diamonds and intricately woven tapestries of mithril thread. On the fourth wall: They are all prone, lying flat with their exposed faces and hands swarming with what appears to be some kind of flying insects. They appear to be in mortal agony.\n\nThe floors at the bottoms of the north, east and south walls (not the western wall you are closest to) are piled with what appears to be gold and jewels.\n\nOn the floor in squares F6, G7 and E2 are empty suits of plate mail armor surrounded by piles of gold.\n\nThe floor is a dull metallic color.\n\nThe door out is on the wall south of squares D1 and E1.\n\nLinon does detect evil everywhere in the room. Do you want to continue focusing on it, knowing you could get stunned by it if it is particularly powerful?" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "By the way, the door to room 3 is closed." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nComing up last, Hynerst is intrigued by the decorations. He mumbles: \" Our fellows fell… we climbed a staircase, so these floors are at an elevation. They are probably trapped and make anyone treading on them fall down ...all the gold is gone... The treasures we see might be illusions ...but we dare not retrieve it... Are they only afraid of the traps, or is there something else?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI really should have taken ranks in decipher script, he's supposed to be good at it, anyway, an intelligence check instead? intelligence for deciphering - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \nAre there any knowledge checks I can make for recognising anything in the decorations? You can make them if there are more...\n knowledge history - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n knowledge planes on genies and their fortress - (1d20+12)[ 19 ] \nOh, and in case Hynersts detect magic is still on (lasts for 5 minutes), he also checks out the treasures and the suits of armour\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon reaches forth and lays her hand on John's upper arm to make sure she has his attention.\n\n \"I sense evil in this room. It is all around us...\" \n\nShe turns back to the others and says \"I'm going to try and find out where exactly it's coming from.\" \n\n((OOC: now that she has warned the others, she concentrates on it to see how bad it is. If she gets stunned, there are enough people here with detect spells to know what that means))" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " \n Originally Posted by Bender \n Hynerst \n\nComing up last, Hynerst is intrigued by the decorations. He mumbles: \" Our fellows fell… we climbed a staircase, so these floors are at an elevation. They are probably trapped and make anyone treading on them fall down ...all the gold is gone... The treasures we see might be illusions ...but we dare not retrieve it... Are they only afraid of the traps, or is there something else?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI really should have taken ranks in decipher script, he's supposed to be good at it, anyway, an intelligence check instead? (1d20+7)[ 1 ](8) \nAre there any knowledge checks I can make for recognising anything in the decorations? You can make them if there are more...\n (1d20+10)[ 9 ](19) \n[roll2]\nOh, and in case Hynersts detect magic is still on (lasts for 5 minutes), he also checks out the treasures and the suits of armour\n \n \n \n\n\n Hotaru: \n\nWould knowledge (history): (1d20+7)[ 1 ](8) \nor knowledge (arcana): (1d20+10)[ 9 ](19) \nhelp Hynerst puzzle out the walls?\n\nRu will try that if he can, otherwise stand by (I believe he's bringing up the rear), and try to stay alert for attack. Those empty suits of armor look enough like the wall pictures that it seems like a warning!" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Linon: You discover 15 Moderate Evil Presences distributed evenly across the room, in every place except the 10 foot square occupied by the stairwell. It is not evil enough to stun you.\n\nHynerst: You discover a Strong aura across the entire floor. Make a Spellcraft roll if you want to determine the type of magic associated with it.\n\nHistory check: These are the djinn of Irim, an ancient city protected by Earth Elemental magic. Their secret defenses involved manipulation of the magnetic properties of all types of metal." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The armor and the gold is apparently non-magical. That, or the aura of the magical fields is overpowering whatever magical properties they have." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHe concentrates on the aura's\n \n Spoiler \n spellcraft - (1d20+14)[ 32 ] \n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn stands at the bottom of the stairwell, shield raised and ready for attacks." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"Two, four, seven, eight, twelve, fourteen, fifteen...\" \n\nSilently, Linon counts the evil presences, then turns towards the others again.\n\n \"There are fifteen evil... things... in this room. It's not the treasure or the suits of armour, they are spread out throughout the room, but I have no idea whether they are invisible creatures or something else. They're not particularly powerful, but still, something here is making me nervous...\n\nIt's the room! It just doesn't add up. If the floor is trapped to make you fall down, how come that armour is still lying on top of it? I can understand that if the gold is an illusion, it would reappear as the trap resets, but not the armour. It makes no sense to create a trap and then leave big warning signs.\" \n\n((OOC: wouldn't John be standing at the top of the stairs, since he went up first? Am I picturing this room the wrong way?))" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n \"They're evil, and maybe invisible? Anybody mind if I take a pot shot with my crossbow...can you give me specific directions Linon?\" \n\nJarek raises his crossbow, and prepares to shoot." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"There is one right over there, about eight feet in that direction.\" Linon points out the closest entity. \"I'm not entirely sure shooting at it before Mister Whistkingstone and Ru are done studying the walls would be a good idea, though. There might be a better way to destroy these things.\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nRu scratched his head. \" I dunno, Hynerst, all I can figure is that this has something to do with the djinn of Irim. That's an ancient city protected by Earth Elemental magic. Their secret defenses involved manipulation of the magnetic properties of all types of metal. \"\n\nHe looked out over the room. \" I thought this was supposed to be some evil queen's lair or something. What has that to do with djinns? \"\n\n😁" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hynerst determines the auras are of the Transmutation subtype." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n Linon \n \"Two, four, seven, eight, twelve, fourteen, fifteen...\" \n\nSilently, Linon counts the evil presences, then turns towards the others again.\n\n \"There are fifteen evil... things... in this room. It's not the treasure or the suits of armour, they are spread out throughout the room, but I have no idea whether they are invisible creatures or something else. They're not particularly powerful, but still, something here is making me nervous...\n\nIt's the room! It just doesn't add up. If the floor is trapped to make you fall down, how come that armour is still lying on top of it? I can understand that if the gold is an illusion, it would reappear as the trap resets, but not the armour. It makes no sense to create a trap and then leave big warning signs.\" \n\n((OOC: wouldn't John be standing at the top of the stairs, since he went up first? Am I picturing this room the wrong way?)) \n \n\nJohn waves his sword slowly in the air of the room. \" What if the floor itself is an illusion?. You step onto it, fall right through because nothing is there, and die? The gold isn't real, and maybe the armor isn't either. It could all be an illusion, and only one path on the 'floor' is real? And on the path, the evil things attack you, trying to knock you off. \"\n\nOOC:Ghostbuster!\nI'm not sure, but John stands closest to the room." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek pulls his longspear out of his pack, and starts to poke at the floors if nobody stops him." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\n Hynerst speaks in short, quick burst, clearly nervous and oddly excited.\n \"I recognise the djinn of Irim as well. Maybe the story is a warning and an analogy. The floor has strong magic on it, more powerful than simple illusions, which is good, because I don't like illusions. It is transmutation magic, the power of change. The floor might drop down in places, grow teeth, absorb the gold, or the spell could even be projected on us or something else when triggered.\" \nHe stops to take a deep breath\n \"The paintings might hint to a possible effect of the transmutation, the treasure they took might have transmuted to angry insects, which is not good. Although I can't detect any magic on the treasures, it might be weaker and overwhelmed by the floor's stronger aura.\" \nSadly, he continues \"I could try to dispel it, but I'm sorry, the power of my magic has a large chance of failing against this, as the Lady of Glau-kton must have been much more powerful. And even on success the magic might return.\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nWhen Linon sees Jarek take his longspear, she steps aside to give him free access to the room and floor.\n\n \"Good thinking, Jarek, you can test John's theory\" \n\n \n Originally Posted by Hotaru \n [B] \"Their secret defenses involved manipulation of the magnetic properties of all types of metal\" \" \n \n\n \"What does that mean, Ru, \"the magnetic properties of all types of metal\"? I don't see any types of special metal in these pictures...\" \n\n((OOC: I meant to ask before, but are those evil presences moving or not? And to which extend are we allowed to metagame? I have thought of another possible way this room might work, but I doubt Linon would come up with that. Can I make a suggestion to our two smarties? \nEdit - nvm, I thought of something))" }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The head of Jarek's longspear is sucked to the ground by some unseen force, and it's difficult (though not impossible) to pull it free from the floor. The floor itself seems very solid, as if it indeed made of some type of metal." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Ah-ha! \" cried Ru suddenly. \" I got it! Magnets! \" He chuckled. \" Really, very clever. \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst slowly bends down to study the floor with his hand, then he takes out a copper, a silver and a gold to test the reactions of the different materials.\n \n Spoiler \n knowledge architecture floor material - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \nIs this setting anything like the real world where gold, silver and copper wouldn't be attracted by magnets? If so, would Hynerst know?\nedit: does he know anything about how magic can make something magnetic? (knowledge arcana +15)\n \n\nHe speaks softly, more to himself than to the others, while studying the floor.\n \"If they somehow made the floor magically magnetic, that might also explain the transmutation aura's\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The floor looks simply to be cold iron. The gold, silver and copper are all equally attracted to the floor, as strongly as the steel head of the spear." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"So what you two are saying is that our armour is going to stick to the floor so we won't be able do defend ourselves properly when those evil things attack us, am I right?\n\nWell, do you know of anything we could use to block it with? You know, the way lead blocks detection? Perhaps if we throw enough mud on the floor, we'll be able to walk across it normally... Oh, and Jarek, try some other spots on the floor, too. John's idea might still be valid.\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek pokes about a couple different areas. \"So should I try to shoot them, seems to make sense if we might be weighed down by armor.\"\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John shakes his head. \" I'm assuming your arrows will have metal heads, so, it would not be a good idea. The arrows would probably get stuck to something before hitting anything. \"" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"Perhaps the only purpose of the magnetic floor is to protect the treasure, and if we take the right route on the floor without touching the treasure, we're save? This calls indeed for a careful study of the magnetic field. Is it different at different locations, or at different heights? Hopefully, we can lift our metal equipment and cross safely.\" \nSuddenly, he freezes in his upcoming enthusiasm about this strange phenomenon.\n \"But then there are those evil things...\" Until know he was talking to no one in particular, and he seems to struggle to address someone. \"Ho... hotaru, do you perhaps know a spell to reveal invisible creatures? I must admit my failure concerning this. Otherwise, we could try splashing some drops of water?\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"I don't know about the rest of you, but I really don't fancy walking through a room infested with evil things without any armour on. If you can't think of anything to put on the floor so we can walk over it safely, then I propose trying to draw them out first. We can make use of the stairs to not have to fight them all at once.\n\nRevealing them might be a first thing to try. Even if Ru does not have an appropriate spell, we can always splatter them with mud, there's plenty of that.\" \n\nShe looks hesitantly at Jarek before she continues.\n \n\"I thought of something else we might try, but I'm not entirely sure. Do you think they might be ghosts of some sort? How would you feel about trying to turn them?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge Religion - (1d20+2)[ 11 ](13) just in case it might tell us something.\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek nods at Linon's suggestion. \"That seems reasonable enough, but I am only able to draw on my powers in that area so many times per day, perhaps if we could do that water trick, or perhaps I could just aim high with my crossbow. It doesn't seem to be a completely powerful field, so I think I'll test it out if that is okay, then maybe we could try some water, and as a last resort use the turning okay?\" If he hears any agreement, Jarek aims his crossbow and the nearest invisible thing, aims high, and tells everyone to prepare. He then fires assuming nobody reaches out to stop him, or says no when he asked about his plan.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+6)[ 12 ] to hit\n (1d8)[ 5 ] dam\n (1d100)[ 77 ] miss chance, did 1d100\n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nBeing I'm at work, I'll have to check on that spell, but I don't think so. I could try singing? I have the capability (don't know about talent, considering my 'rolls' in that area, 😛 but it might be worth a try) to fascinate anything that can hear me.\n\nAnd do we really want to shoot and annoy and probably have something attack us that we can't see? Although, I do think I have a faerie fire spell which should light them up.\n\nI'll check tonight and get on again and hopefully won't be too late in contributing! 😳\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Jarek's bolt falls in an extreme arc towards the floor near to where he was aiming. Obviously, it was drawn to the floor.\n\nLinon: \n Spoiler \n The time period you are talking about is two thousand years ago; you can think of nothing in your religious training that corresponds to this.\n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \nRu scratches his head, then grins at Linon. \" As a matter of fact, I do have a spell that can reveal invisible creatures. \" Now his face droops a little. \" But it only affects a ten-foot radius and I can only cast it twice. \"\n\nHe bounces a little on his toes at the prospect of action. \" Shall I, then? Before good Jarek tries to shoot something he can't see? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe spell I have in mind is called Glitterdust and anything in the room is well within my range, the limitation being the area of affect. The spell says \"a cloud of golden particles covers everything and everyone in the area, causing creatures to become blinded and visibly outlining invisible things for the duration of the spell. All within the area are covered by the dust, which cannot be removed and continues to sparkle until it fades.\" It'll last only for 50 seconds (5 combat rounds), and a will save negates the blinding effect (only). If we want to use this spell, we have to be prepared to act on it right away.\n\nThe actual \"see invisibility\" spell I won't get unless I take another bard level. ☹️\n\nBTW, for future reference, I can also detect magic, so Hynerst can use that spell slot for something else, if he wants to. And it turns out that I can completely enthrall 4HD worth of creatures, for whatever that's worth.\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"I think we should be careful about using our limited magical resources. I agree that mud could already reveal some information.\" \n\nOOC \n Spoiler \n glitterdust can be useful if we actually have to fight it. Perhaps someone should first try the mud splashing, so we at least know something tangible is there. Hynerst also already noted to himself that see invisibility should be in his spellbook.\nIf anything mind-affecting would work, maybe someone could try talking to them first? (if they are creatures, do they move?)\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn walks towards the mud, scoops some up, and walks back. \" I highly doubt mud is magnetic. Linon, what is the direction of the nearest creature? \" He says." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon concentrates on the evil presences again and points at the nearest.\n\n \"Are you sure it wouldn't be easier if I just threw the mud myself?\" \n \n Spoiler \nYou posted while I was making the post saying Linon threw mud herself 😛 I actually had plans with that wooden shield of hers, but she wouldn't ignore John like that. Keep in mind that with splash weapons you can just target the floor rather than the creature, which is useful against invisible oponents.\n\nAlso, the Knowledge (Religion) check was actually meant to see how much Linon knows about ghosts and similarly invisible undead. Namely, would they even show up when detecting evil? I'm sorry I wasn't clear on that before.\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "In my position as commander-in-chief of rules interpretation, I would say you can identify the direction and vague area of an evil presence, even an invisible one. Combating it would be impossible without other hints (i.e. the invisible presence making noise or attacking somebody)." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn looks down at his hands, which hold mud that is slowly dripping out of his fingers. \" I'll be back in a second. \" He runs back (up/down?) with his shield.\n\nA few second later, he comes back, mud piled on the inside of the shield. \" Now we can all throw some mud. \" John says, smiling. He puts down the shield, picks up some mud, and throws at the invisible creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJohn's actually throwing it at the floor, so, if no check, then.... yeah.\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nA mischievous smile plays around the corners of Linon's mouth as she scoops up a few handfuls of mud out of the shield.\n\n \"I wish I could freeze time and teleport us all to some place where we could have an all-out snow fight\" she says as she launches one in the general direction of the nearest evil presence." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "The mud does not strike anything on it's way to the floor. Once on the floor...nothing happens. It just sits there." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn's eyes narrow. He turns to Linon and says \" Is there any way to enchant a section of floor to make it appear evil? \"" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon stares thoughtfully at the evil presence hovering about the mud on the floor. Sighing, she turns towards John.\n\n \"I'm afraid I can't tell you. I know there exist spells that would make an evil creature appear non-evil, so my guess would be that there is. What do you think, gentlemen?\" \n\nShe looks at Hynerst, Jarek and Hotaru, then while they think the matter over she picks up John's shield and starts wiping it off." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"This can be explained in several ways. First of all, the creatures or objects radiating evil might not be corporeal, so the mud would pass right through. Secondly, the evilness might originate from active spells. Finally, it is probably possible to produce such an aura as a warning or a means to scare intruders, which we are.\" \n Spoiler \ndoes Hynerst know any more about producing evil aura's? knowledge arcana - (1d20+15)[ 19 ] \n \n\n \"I should study this more systematically\" \n\nHunched, Hynerst descends the stairs again in search of a tender twig. When he finds one, he attaches a copper coin at the end. This magnetic detector should bend a bit with even a slight magnetic force, and more as the force increases. With his detector he silently starts to map the magnetic effect in the room, trying to figure out at which height it starts, and whether there are differences in different positions. Initially, he stays on the stairs and avoids bumping into anyone else." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n She looks at Hynerst, Jarek and Hotaru, then while they think the matter over she picks up John's shield and starts wiping it off. \n \n\nJohn turns to Linon and takes his shield. \" Thank you, but I can do this myself. \" He begins wiping down his shield." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\n \n Originally Posted by John \n John turns to Linon and takes his shield. \" Thank you, but I can do this myself. \" He begins wiping down his shield. \n \n\nTaken aback by John's reaction, Linon looks at him quizzingly, then shrugs off her surprise and replies gently: \"I'm sure you can. I also trust that you realise I have been able to stand up or carry mud ever since I was a little girl. When people are courteous and helpful towards me, I try to treat them the same way. I'm sorry if I made you feel patronised.\" \n\nStaring absent-mindedly at John's shield, she reflects on how this is the second time today that she is told off for something that was kindly meant.\n\n \"Don't touch me, don't touch my stuff... it'd almost make me want to get checked for signs of lycanthropy. At least he didn't get so terribly upset.\" \n\nShe is interrupted by having to move aside so Hynerst can access the floor. Once she figures out what he's doing, and seeing John wipe his shield right next to it, she is struck with a sudden thought.\n\n \"Mister Whistkingstone, I have had an idea. Would it make a difference to tie wood underneath our shoes? Here, uhm...\" \n\nAs she is about to hand him her wooden shield, she remembers how much Hynerst dislikes dirt and since her shield is still rather muddy, she puts it on the floor herself, taking utmost care not to touch either Hynerst or John." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nSitting on the steps, feet dangling idly, Ru mulls over the puzzles. I wonder if I've ever heard of anything like this on my travels? He starts randomly singing snippits of songs and bits of poetry and the like, staring out at the room, but not really looking at anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJust a random Bardic Knowledge check: (1d20+9)[ 5 ](14) \nand a further Knowledge Arcana check, to see if I can help Hynerst at all: (1d20+10)[ 20 ](30) \n\nWOW! a nat 20! I might actually know something! 😁\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst is very concentrated on his tool and doesn't seem to hear Linon's question. He does contemplate it silently, however... \n Spoiler \n knowledge architecture about wood blocking magnetism - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \n \n\nWhen he finishes his initial experimentation he might try his tool above Linon's shield or above a layer of mud to see whether there is any difference." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nAfter waiting a few moments for Hynerst to respond, Linon decides to make room on the crowded stairs and walks back to the previous room. Desirous not to disturb anyone else, she does her best to dampen the noise of her armour on the hard metal steps, finds a position right outside the door and stands there quietly listening to Hotaru's melody.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently - (1d20-5)[ 1 ](-4) \n " }, { "author": "Otakutaylor", "message": " Loretta \n\nOOC: Sorry for the lack of posts, first job (Toys R' Us) and school = very little true gaming time. Heck, I should be doing a project right now, hehe. Please if I slack off on posting again, feel free to PM or e-mail me.\n\nReturning from her state of perpetual bordom from the consistancy of traps, Loretta let's her eyes scan the room, she looks over the pictures on the wall again. Takes a glance at the ceiling, incase of a 5th picture, and let's her mind wander.\n\nLetting her thoughs fall from her mouth, Loretta mumbles. \"Hmm... bugs... Maybe they're those stupid gold-coin shaped bugs... what ever they called... nah, that's a dragon thing... Hey Linon, can a single bug be like... Really Evil? I know sometimes there's just really tiny things that are evil, like imps and such.\" Loretta isn't really waiting for an answer from Linon, she expects it to be no, and continues talking to herself. Glancing at the treasure, she looks it over, \"Apperently the floors magnetic, wouldn't the treasure be pressed flat against the ground if it wasn't set up in a structurally sound way?\" Her dwarven roots slipping out.\n\nLoretta sighs, \"Give me a gnome anyday, atleast with their riddles when you give up you can give them a silver for the answer.\" " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru: \n Spoiler \n you remember, the tale unbidden and seemingly arising of it's own accord in your mind, the tale of the great wyrm black dragon Glaucon. He was very intelligent, and skilled in magical and metallic arts, and also very sadistic. He created a magnetic floor that would weigh down the would-be thieves of his treasure, so that when they stuffed their pockets with his treasure they would be weighed down, whereopon Glaucon would toy with their immobilized form until he tired of their suffering and finally killed them. Glaucon was finally killed by a party of monks, unarmed and unarmored, who had no metallic equipment to be weighed down and thus were immune to the magnetic trap.\n \n\n\nWood does not block the magnetic field, and the mud didn't either." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "((hehe, how fitting!))\n\n Hotaru: \n\nJumping up excitedly, Ru exclaims, \" Monks! That's how they did it -- with monks! \"\n\nHe'll launch into the tale of Glaucon the dragon and his treasure-loving ways (and I'll cross my fingers that he can do the song justice!)\n\nperform: (1d20+11)[ 10 ](21) \n\n((yay! I can sing!))" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": "John pulls out his harmonica, and begins to play it along with Ru's singing.\n\nAfter Ru is done, John says \" Does anyone in here have none-metal weapons? Preferably enchanted ones? Because, otherwise, that story only helps a little bit. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 10 ] Harmonica, yeah!\n " }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst is still busy examining the magnetic field throughout the song. Everyone can see that he has a non-metallic quarterstaff, but it looks rather ordinary.\n\n- Does he find any differences in the magnetic field above different locations on the floor?\n- Does he find a height above which the effect is negligible?" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nPainfully aware that the chirping of her armour as she attempted to sneak down the stairs was a more annoying and penetrating sound than its regular clanking, Linon looks furtively from Hynerst to Hotaru and back at Loretta's question. She is quite relieved when Loretta doesn't wait for an answer. Besides, all she could have said would be another 'I don't know'.\n\nHer spirits are lifted somewhat by the pleasant song of Glaucon, the evil black dragon that got its proper punishment. Listening to Ru and John's music brings back warm memories of evenings spent in taverns and weddings filled with mirth. Funny how his voice almost sounds better now that the circumstances are unfavourable. The meaning of the song is not lost on her, however. It is starting to look like getting out of their armour will be the only way to get through the next room, and Loretta's suggestion of evil bugs has done nothing to make her more partial to the idea.\n\nShe shakes her head ruefully at John's question, wishing she had prepared an appropriate spell that day. \"Have you come to any conclusions, Mister Whistkingstone?\" she asks hopefully when she sees that Hynerst is finished with his experiments." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hynerst: The field seems to operate at the same strength everywhere besides the stairwell, regardless of where you place your probe. Jarek: Yes, your Freedom of Movement would work in this area, but keep in mind it would only last 30 seconds." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nSomewhat ashamed: \"Unfortunately, I cannot find a safe path, nor a safe height. And neither mud nor wood block the magnetism.\" \nAfter a few seconds of thought\n \"I see three remaining options: Firstly, I try to dispel the effect, but there is a large chance of failure and it might last only mere seconds. Secondly, Hotaru could try to make the evil things visible. Thirdly, someone could scout ahead without metal armour -avoiding the evil patches, and we prepare for the possibility of battle. In that case I can first prepare some offensive spells. The walls warn of swarms, but Hotaru's story only mentions a fight with the host, neither clarifies the evil auras, so there is no real consistency about what we might face.\" \n \n Spoiler \nWhat knowledge check(s) can he make to know about swarms and how they aren't easy to kill with weapons, but vulnerable to area spells?\n " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Knowledge: Nature" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": "knowledge roll coming up\n \n Spoiler \n knowledge nature on swarm traits - (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Well, if it comes to darting across all that space, I'm pretty nimble. If someone would lend me a non-metallic weapon, I'd be happy to take my chances, unless our gambling man would prefer to go first? \"\n\n😉\n\n((I've only got a +2 to my dex, but a high tumble stat, could be helpful))" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek shrugs off his chain shirt and it falls to the ground with a metallic clang. He drops his metallic shield as well. He rubs his fingers together almost gleefully. \"In fact I would very much prefer to go first. I have a spell that prevents others from attacking me unless I attack first, should keep the evil presences away, if not then I can protect myself from evil as well. The main thing is...although I am excited to scout ahead, what purpose will it serve. Also, if I do go, I would need some very precise directions on where not to go, Ru, Hyrnest, and dear Linon, could I count on you folks to help me there, and finally, yes I could use some sort of nonmetallic item, shield as well just in case if possible, if not we'll just have to hope for the best. Hmm.....also maybe tie a rope too me if there is a litteral fall to be had. Sorry to get so wordy, but this should be fun!\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon listens intently to Hynerst's explanation and thinks about his suggestions.\n\n \"I think Ru and you should save your magic for when you feel it is most useful. Sending a scout first is very clever. I will be very glad to help whomever volunteers to navigate around the presences. It would make a big difference to me if I knew that beyond this door was a place where we could safely put our armour back on. And if it triggered an attack, our scout could dart back to the stairs so we could fight on our own terms.\n\nIn fact, trying to trigger the trap from the stairs mightn't be a bad idea either. We haven't tried yet whether these things could be turned, and maybe we could throw some bigger metal things near the armour on the floor or on top of the treasure.\n\nJarek, you were right before when you said that you'd like to save your divine power for when we know for sure that we're up against undead. If you don't object, I will try it myself.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI can't check right now, but I have the nagging feeling that 'Glitterdust' wouldn't work on incorporeal creatures. Tumble is a great idea, avoiding AoO's from the evil things (if they'd get any).\n\nBender, if you'd prefer Hynerst to think of the extra suggestions I made, I'll edit this post accordingly. They shouldn't be Linon's, but after the song and dance she had to go through before I could reasonably have her think of 'let's use my shield to test whether wood blocks it' I'm a little funned out on the ignorant roleplaying.\n " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": "don't know what just happened" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": "OOC: I could have sworn I replied earlier, but something must have gone wrong...\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Taffimai \n Bender, if you'd prefer Hynerst to think of the extra suggestions I made, I'll edit this post accordingly. They shouldn't be Linon's, but after the song and dance she had to go through before I could reasonably have her think of 'let's use my shield to test whether wood blocks it' I'm a little funned out on the ignorant roleplaying. \n \n\nHynerst might be more intelligent than I am, but he's far from a strategic mastermind, since he has no combat experience (except maybe some from books). I think it's perfectly fine that Linon has some good idea's too.\n\nabout non-metal weapon: Hynerst won't offer his quarterstaff, but specifically asked to him and insisted upon, he will part with it.\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\n\" Well, what are we going to do? We have a lot of choices, and I swear I can feel the time slipping away. The best one so far is to send some one in there. \" John looks around at his comrades for a second. \" If no one objects, I would like to do this. \"" }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nLinon blinks slowly as the battle of wills that is going on between her companions takes her straight back to her days at the temple of Kord. Team sports. No matter which one they picked, it always turned into a silent struggle within each team as every individual player wanted to be the one to make that winning goal, ignored Linon's suggested tactics and it all ended up with a wrestling match. Luckily these men were slightly more disciplined.\n\nResigning herself that there would be no more attempts at probing the room and knowing that trying to find a logical way to pick the best candidate would leave everybody frustrated, she tries to sound lighthearted as she turns to Jarek.\n \n\"How about we let fate decide who goes first? Jarek, if you would lend me one of your dice, I'll clean the footprints off of a part of the stairs and roll it. I would suggest 1 and 2 for Ru, 3 and 4 for you and 5 and 6 for John.\" " }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\n\" Sweet! I shall sing a song to fill all our hearts with courage! Glory shall come to he who ventures first into the unknown! Have no fear, should you fall, I shall immortalize your name in song forever! \"\n\n(( 😉 --> \"... And they ate Robin's minstrels and all rejoyced.\"))" }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn nods at Linon. \" That sounds fair. Let's roll. \"\n\nJohn chuckles at Ru's antics. \" And if you should fall, Hotaru, I shall compose a ballad on my harmonica such as the world as never seen before, all in the glory of mighty Hotaru, master bard! \" John says as he strikes a herioc pose." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nUncomfortable about this display of bravery going around, and having no interest in going first himself, Hynerst tries to blend into the background, staring at his knees. He does contemplate some more on what to do against swarms (ooc: was the check sufficient?)." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Argin \n\nArgin hands one of his silver dice to Linon. \"That seems like a very wise idea, here's hoping that chance favors the correct choice!\" " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nSmiling at the good cheer of all around her, Linon unhooks her gauntlet again so she can accept Jarek's die with a clean hand. She then walks over to the stairs, wipes off one step with her other hand and rolls the die. It comes up a (1d6)[ 1 ](1) ." }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn turns to Hotaru. \" Well, friend, it looks like you get the honor of being the first to go in. \" John grins and says \" I hope I won't have to use my harmonica in the following weeks. \"" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "((oh, rats))\n\n Hotaru: \n\n\" Have no fear, John, I would just as soon rather you didn't compose a eulogy for me, either! \" ((😁 ))\n\nHotaru wiggles out of his pack and adds his chain shirt and weapons to it. He slides his wand into a pocket.\n\n\" I'm ready. Does anyone have a club or big stick I can borrow? \"\n\nAnd he'll start to sing!\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet's try some Bardic Music to inspire courage. This gives a +1 bonus to saving throws against charm/fear effects, +1 bonus to atk/dmg rolls, and lasts for 5 rounds after he stops singing. (no check required)\n " }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n \"I have no club or anything, but feel free to use my shield. It's not perfect, but you can hit things with it if you really need. How about we get some ropes tied to you again? I thought Jarek had a very good point there.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn pulls a length of rope out of his pack. \" We should use my rope, it's extra strong. \"\nJohn tugs on it a little, to show its strength." }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nGiving the rope a rather pained look considering his last experience, Ru nods and lets them tie a rope around him (as he's singing, he can't very well make much conversation). He'll accept the shield.\n\nWith an added \" Wish me luck! \" to the song he's currently singing about courage and valor, Hotaru steps into the room ....\n\n((I suppose a weapon isn't particularly necessary, considering the liklihood that he'll stay around and fight is slim, so we'll just press on, shall we?))" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nHynerst stiffens up and starts breathing fast again as he watches Hotaru's endeavour from as far away as possible." }, { "author": "Taffimai", "message": " Linon \n\nConcentrating once more on the evil presences in the room, Linon keeps Hotaru informed about how close they are and on which side of him.\n \n\"There is one ahead of you, but it is still several steps away. There is one closer to you and to the right that you're going to pass right about... now.\" " }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek retrieves his holy symbol and prepares to smite the creatures should they be undead, and hopes to be of some assistance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ni do have interweb, but it is dial up and very skippy, hopefully I'll be able to check every day and update though, just a forewarning\n " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn readies his sword and says \" Hotaru, if they attack, try and lure them over here so we can fight them! \"" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": " Hotaru: \n\nMoving carefully around the ... whatevers, still singing cheerfully, Hotaru tries to get to the other side as quickly as he can." }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru: nothing happens. The metallic things in your possession (the fishhoots, the signal whistle, etc) are weighed down in your pockets, but this has no effect on your movement through the room. It is simply annoying.\n\nDo you have any destination in mind?" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "If Hotaru doesn't bother anything and nothing bothers him, he'll make for the door on the far side of the room and pause there. If the door's open, he'll look through, otherwise just listen for anything he might hear on the other side.\n\nNote: he'll try not to touch or in any other way disturb the door, having learned the hard way that doors in dungeons are often booby-trapped. 😛\n\nOnce he reaches the far side, he will, of course, stop singing, and call back to the others anything he finds out.\n\nspot: (1d20+1)[ 4 ](5) \nlisten: (1d20+6)[ 13 ](19) " }, { "author": "hexonxonx", "message": "Hotaru: The door is very close to the corpse at E2. Do you want to investigate it, or stay as far away from it as possible?\n\nAlso, because you are so close to the door (i.e. right next to it) Search is a better roll to make.\n\nIn any event, the door is closed. On the door is a motif of a muscular genie blocking the way with folded arms, in a pose as if blocking passage. Something small is written in very fine print that you could have not read otherwise. Unlike the other writing, this is in Draconic, so you can read it. It says \"Stay here forever and rot, you thieves. No thieves shall be granted passage through this door.\"" }, { "author": "Grrth", "message": "(oh, I meant that, if the door were open, to look beyond into the corridor or whatever and see what he could see, but, no matter ...)\n\n((Do you mean, do I want to investigate the corpse? Uh, sure, I guess I can take a look when I'm done with the door.))\n\nHotaru does shout back to the others the inscription on the door. \" Sounds rather chipper, don't you think? \" Stepping aside, towards the corpse. \" Now, about this body .... \"\n\n((In case I need a search check for that, (1d20+3)[ 18 ](21) ))" }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n\nFrom the back, Hynerst mumbles \"We haven't stolen anything, we can pass.\" \nAfter rethinking it for two seconds, and in a self-satisfied voice:\n \"At least, I have never stolen anything\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn thinks for a minute about the passage on the wall. \" I do not think that it means if we have ever thieved anything, it probably means whether or not we wish to steal whatever is behind that door. \"" }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nAfter a moment Jarek pipes in, \"Might that put us in a bit of a bind?\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJohn raises one eyebrow. \" I do not think so. I believe our mission was to get rid of the lich. The mayor of Xii'thktor wishes to steal the treasure. We do not. \"." }, { "author": "webgem", "message": " Jarek \n\nJarek shrugs, \"I suppose it depends on how you look at it, our share could be an equivilant in loot I believe, so maybe if we promise to not take any as our share. I don't care either way as long as we don't spring a trap because the door doesn't share our distinction. We are kinda working with the mayor to help him steal aren't we.\" Jarek says this all in a quite voice, trying not to say this in case the door is somehow listening." }, { "author": "Bender", "message": " Hynerst \n \"I could try to open the door from here, but it would take me 15 minutes to prepare the proper spell, and its not a very powerful spell.\" " }, { "author": "Halna LeGavilk", "message": " John \n\nJonathan shakes his head. \" I am not sure if that would be a good idea. We have no way to reinforce Jarek, seeing as how our arms and armor are metal, and it does not matter anyway, seeing as we couldn't get across anyway. \"" } ]

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